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This was a time for firsts in every which way.

"But Klaus, I've never tried snorkeling before" I'm stood there on the dock in the blinding Pacific sunshine, fiddling nervously with not only the equipment but the achingly short piece of instructive paper that came with it.

And it's true; I've never been a huge fan of the water, let alone being submerged in it with just a tank of air and a piece of plastic to keep me from drowning.

"That's scuba, babe. This is just a mask and a tube."

"Oh yeah, that makes me feel so much better!" I think I mumbled that, or was at least supposed to anyway; but I think it came out loud, and Klaus felt it better that I get a cuddle and a reassuring kiss once he'd heard my apprehension.

Let me clue you in here. We'd finished our backwoods journey to New Zealand and eventually, finally made our way to the islands that make up the nation of Palau further east. Now I pronounce it pay-lau, but Klaus says it pa-lau, which confused the fuck out of me because, as we're flying, I'm trying to find pa-lau and can't find hide nor hair of the frickin thing. Then he reminds me of our differences, subtle as they may be, and I put my paw on this tiny land of tropical seas and white sands in the Pacific Ocean.

"Ohhhh, you mean pay-lau!" I joke around and nudge him with an elbow as he hides his frustration in a cup of ice water.

I guess it's like the potato and tomato thing. Strange limey lingo! Oh and that was Klaus who said that in jest, not me; although I did agree with him wholeheartedly. And that's yet another thing I like about him. He's brash and handsome and bold, but he's not above taking the piss out of himself.

We weren't due to be in Palau all that long, so Klaus wanted to make sure that we made the most of its absolutely beautiful landscape. From Airai island we travelled to Koror, then to the resort on Meyungs where Klaus acquainted himself with a very rough looking fisherfox. I say acquainted, I mean he waltzed up to this shifty looking guy and plain out asked - in their native tongue I might add - whether we could have his services for the day. And this is where I brought you in. I'm still stood on the dock in a pair of smart blue boardshorts, paws fiddling over the mask and pipe that I'd been handed, and my eyes trained on this dodgy character, cigarette hanging out of his maw like it had been stuck there for about fifty-seven years.

"Come on over babe. John here has said that he'll take us out for the day."

I frowned before padding on down, the wooden slats creaking as I walked, spliced by the purest, clearest water you'd ever seen. It was remarkably beautiful, too beautiful to be this cynical. I guess that was still just a little part of me that was nervy of foreign places and people.

"Oh and you won't need those Scotty." Klaus is pointing at my shorts now and I'm going all sorts of shades of red; well, shades that aren't already a natural part of my pelt. He rummages through our travel bag and pulls out my black speedos, "here. You'll just need these. You can pop 'em on now."

Oh so nonchalant! Sure thing, I'll comply and strip off in front of a leering stranger with little more than the strangest smell I could ever put a paw on. Not on your life! And now Klaus was looking at me like I'd lost my mind. And now that fisherfox was too. Christ almighty, what was this, the Spanish frickin inquisition!

"Ah fine!" I sighed and took my skimpy speedos from my mate, before turning tail and slipping out of my shorts, high on the jetty, "there! Happy now?"

Klaus just smiled and shook his head, happy himself to strip down butt naked in the boat and stay that way 'til we got to the island we'd be diving around for the day.

"How come I have to change in front of everyone, and you just ride naked and no one gets to see you slip into something else?"

"Cos' I like to watch you strip and wear sexy things, Scotty." He grinned and nuzzled my left ear before clasping it gently in his maw, "besides, you won't even need the speedos when we get out there."

I huffed and folded my paws in a fake strop before I saw that fisherfox in his grubby grey rags glance at me with far too much interest. I just stuck my tongue out and he laughed out loud, a grin like those bar flies in the Indiana Jones movies when the hero has misplaced confidence in how much English they can speak. He muttered something to himself, doubtlessly in Palauan and probably taking the piss out of the nervous, shy American boy. They still used our currency damnit! To get us out there for the day and back, all he wanted was ten bucks! Jesus, I wish things cost that cheap in the States, and the UK for that matter.

I leant over to Klaus for snuggles and comfort as our little boat sped over the water, the soft bounce of the hull offset only by the shimmering lights of sunshine meeting crystal water and the cool, musky shadow of dried fish blood and scales that had petrified to the bottom of the boat. Oh and I really did mean petrified and not putrified; the smell wasn't all that bad to be honest, even if you did take one look at our 'guide' and wonder whether his fur had ever been washed or groomed or anything.

"Why couldn't you have got one of those cute fisher boys, you know... about twenty-one and exotic and wrapped in a loincloth that's barely there."

"Wow, you're randy today!"

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled naughtily, gazing with a little disdain at our resident sixty-something fisherfox who was still fiddling with himself, coughing, spluttering and spitting like a rabid camel. Man, he was gross!

"But he's also not likely to prove any trouble, he knows the waters like the back of his paw, and he won't go tellin' so long as I line his pockets with bills!" Klaus had heard my 'yuck' and whispered in my ear.

And that was why Klaus was here. I wouldn't have even thought about that. The older, the wiser, the less trouble they apparently would prove to the likes of us very gay tourists.

"And really? John? John? I mean really?"

"Ah come on, you know how it works." Klaus frowned and sat back, bathing in the sun as the boat careened out over the sea, leaving his everything on view; and he really didn't care, "you ever called a call-center and spoken to Ian or Robert? Same here. He doesn't know. He's happy so long as I keep his foxie pockets full."

And OK, I will take it all back. Not the bits about "John", but the bits about being nervous and silly over going underwater.

We were dropped off on this picture-postcard beach, wandered along its white sands for a few yards before deciding on diving in. I felt my nerves push me deeper, giving me the views of gorgeous fish and corals, set against an ever shifting background of white sand that stretched on for miles under its submarine hat. Klaus had slipped into his navy blue speedos by this point, so I didn't feel left out; although that's a kind of reverse nervousness if you know what I mean. Shit, he'd been naked up until the point we had set paw on the sand. What the fuck was I worried about?! A reverse nudist beach? A nudist beach with a real strict comprehension of the "rules"?

Anyways, we must've snorkeled for a long while, enjoying nothing but the most pristine tropics you could ever imagine. You've seen 'em on Google images, but there's no comparison; trust me on this! I think I've must've given it a rest after about a couple of hours - that's a lot of snorkel - before I surfaced and padded up the beach to lie and dry in the sunshine. I was gorgeous out, the mercury probably hitting 90. I didn't really care. I just lay there in the sand, my tail flopped out beside me and my eyes closed, a bright red curtain over my vision as my body faced the morning star. Klaus was still in the water when I'd last checked, and with time ticking on by, I inched my eyes open to see just the cutest (and sexiest) sight. He had whipped off his speedos, their soaking blue fabric floating on the surface of the water as he dived naked; and his tail was just the cutest little shark fin that sailed alone above the non-waves, a buoy of a boy who made my heart skip. The ripple of the water allowed me a glimpse of his intimate pink muscle, dark and shady under that saltwater tail, before his head surfaced, cupped in mask and soaked in pacific waters.

He shook his head dry and took off his gear before his footpaws found purchase on the sand beneath the water. He smiled and waved over at me before trudging up through the surf towards the shallower water and dry land. I smiled, waving with my mask in my paw, loving every minute of this very movie-esque moment. Here we go again, slow-mo dobe in the realms-of-fantasy part of my naughty brain. You ever seen that Bond movie when Halle Berry comes walking out of the surf? Or perhaps, better yet, Daniel Craig with his budgie smugglers? Screw the budgie! We were talking about full blown eagle!

"What you gigglin' about, naughty?" Klaus shook himself dry as he stood over me, his package hung in sinful shadow but a couple of feet from my face.

"Just thinkin' about James Bond."

"Really?" He shook once more, the fur around his head and chest spiking as though greased, before he padded next to me and lay tummy-down in the sand, "and how do I compare?"

I just whimpered as he lay there in the sun, the most perfect slope of muscular male back presented in wonderful Technicolor, his nub tail but an extra nop of delicious flesh that would tempt, tease and emote. And there was no pesky clothing to get in the way of my eyes or mind. Man he was sexy!

"You know what, I have a real naughty idea!" He suddenly leaps out of his snoozy slumber, leaving a Klaus shaped print in the sand - and yes, I couldn't help but run a paw over the indent where his junk had been, squeezed and restricted into the sand. Fuck, it was warm and deep and musky. I couldn't help but rollover to stop myself being seen. He'd wandered off somewhere, off down the beach to one of the palm trees, before dashing back with something in his paw.

"Here babe." He proffered the freshly split halves of a coconut to my paws, "try some."

"Oh wow, where did you find it?" I sat up and gently took one half, its fibrous flesh splitting and giving way to my thirst.

"They're everywhere 'round here." Klaus sat back into the sand, cross-pawed and with his own delicious snack cupped in both paws like a tiny cub with which he had the world invested into, "they grow from the palms, hit the beach below and some hit rocks and split. This had just fallen. Watch your teeth on the fibres, babe!"

Careful to peel away any brown needle-like coverings, I supped from the watery-white contents, a soft, vaguely vanilla coconut milk that was sure thirst-quenching in this salty sea air.

"Wow, that's good."

"Isn't it?" Klaus's maw was coated in a thin film of white. Just made me giggle as soon as I saw it; but it also gave me an idea.

I bit my lip and stopped drinking, looking first at my half-full shell then back up at Klaus with a grin.

"Lay back down baby. I wanna try somethin'."

He complied cos' he could smell I was excited. He knew something sinful was on my mind. Klaus carefully juggled his own improvised beverage, and lay belly down into the warm sand, glancing over his shoulder at me as I got up and kneeled over him.

"Tell me if this is too cold." I murmured as I gently tipped my coconut milk, let it slip agonizingly over his tail and his tight arse.

No sooner had I done it, Klaus's eyes closed and he mewed and whined like a baby, his paws gently relinquishing the coconut shell to leave it perched before his muzzle in the sand ahead of him.

"Oh Scotty. Oh Scott, that feels so good."

"Mmmmm" I just murmured and, once finished with soaking him, I slung the white-lined shell aside and lay down beside him, "you've been enough places without me getting my fix. And I've had it with you parading around in front of me without me having my musk."

It was then that I grabbed his nub tail and dived beneath, my muzzle full of a mix of dobie musk, warm sand, sea-salt and milk. I ate and ate, munching my way down to his pleasure, my nose reaching there in no time, dabbing at his tender, tight ass before relishing the taste of him as my tongue did laps over and under his tail like he was the last dog alive. From his beige-truffle perineum, powerful in muscle and veins, I drove my senses in a grating movement from the base rear of his big bollocks up to where he exuded the most wonderful musk of all, before ending in suckles on his nub. He couldn't very well suck on my tail, so it was something special that I could give him that he could barely reciprocate. I was always looking for ways to make the big dog crumble to a puddle of clay in my paws.

I could feel him writhe, hear him enjoy how my senses could get him sensitive, could make him whine like a bitch. Like me in fact! He wasn't too proud to reveal himself to me, even to the point where a prissy, pansy fox could make him squeal!

Speaking of squealing, I let out just the loudest yelp as I was unceremoniously lifted and placed atop him. He'd rolled over underneath me, with his butt away in the sand now and his tempting, rock hard dick right in my face. I'd swap one for the other any day. Any end was an end after all! He had had enough and growled, flinging me to his front and now his paws were tugging my speedos down my thighs in desperation.

"Fuckin' take these off so I can taste you, dirty boy!"

I didn't respond, just waggling my ass in his face, my tail lifting and curling as much as it could over my bare back. It was only when I was tail high and my swimwear at their point of no return, that I felt Klaus's right paw yank my junk between my legs, pulling my balls with it and his muzzle go to town on my cock.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck!" I moaned out loud, scraping my muzzle side-on to my mate's member as it lay in pre-cum soaked heaven right beneath me.

My mind was having to deal with the remaining smell of Klaus's ass on my muzzle, the smell of his sand-struck dick in my face and the fact that he was sucking on the family jewels back there and bringing me to climax real quick.

"Sl...sl...slow.... Slow down Klaus! I'll blow in your mouth."

"Mmmmm, ooo thaste 'ood 'ough" A muffled response was all I got. A Doberman with a mawful of fox cock, reminding the fox with a mouthful of dober-dick that two could play this game.

"Pl... please I... I wanna ..... ooooo yeah, that's.... oh baby that's good." He'd drawn me out of being me, and now a snarl enveloped my muzzle.

My mouth let go of his junk, the salt and the sweat tingling my tongue still like an off-apperitif, my hips starting to thrust downward, to throat fuck my dearest! Wow that sounds awful.... But true. Oh so deliciously true! And he didn't complain.

I'd always wanted to do this. Jam my cock down his throat and feel him take it, take it all you rich dobie bitch! I was really getting into it, the sun beating down, my speedos starting to rupture as my body took control and the rhythm start to finish out.

"Ah ah ah." He spluttered as he pushed my rump off his face, my red raw dick slipping from his tight, warm maw, "bleh.. not... not yet, naughty fox. I wanna show you something that my days alone taught me."

I can't deny that I was mega disappointed to feel him remove me from his haven, to feel him reject my impending orgasm that was admittedly going to drown him in cum. And I didn't remonstrate as he made to get up again out of the sand, but all I got was a paw across the muzzle.

"Shhh babe" He withdrew his paw as he pulled me up to stand, rock hard and naked on this beach in the middle of nowhere, "now, show me what you wanted to do to me."

I kind of frowned, but no sooner had he stood with me, he was back to his knees and worshipping my cock.

"Now fill my maw with spunk!"

No sooner had he said that, my paws instinctively grabbed at his tempting triangle ears and gripped, pulling my weight into thrusting my aching cock down his throat.

"Oh Klaus, oh baby... I'm gonna'... I'm gonna' cum. Oh god, oh god... uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh."

I shook and my tail tensed, my buttocks clenched as I thrust once more, twice more, then a third time, and the sore break of my meatus just let go, flooding my mates mouth with everything I had. I remember my teeth gritting together as though I had nothing on either jaw, like I was eating myself, my paws skidding and delving in the white sand as I came. My eyes screwed up on the initial pulse, before I let the slide open, pupils wider than the deepest black holes as I was swallowed by my own pleasure, cross-eyed bliss that made me see stars in the height of day.

"Oh fuck that was good." My paws still gripped my mate's ears; but that wasn't for long.

With a mawful of my essence, Klaus stood, relinquishing my grip by force and pushed me down to the sand, my dick spent and dripping in silver strands to the tiniest stones and grit. The aching look on his maw and the moisture that exuded from his crotch meant he was about to blow too. It must've been seconds, perhaps a minute before I gratefully wrapped my maw around him to allow him somewhere to dump his load.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck yeah!" He moaned as his first shot hit the roof of my maw, the second coating my tonsils and teeth as he sprayed his prostate into me, "jus...just... don't swallow baby. Keep it there, Scotty. Nnnnnggggg,,,, yeah. Keep it there, bitch!"

I complied as I watched his massive member throb to an end and drip remains of his whitest insides down my chin and jaw, before he cooled and got to his knees to take me in his paws; and then we were kissing! Oh fuck, this is so frickin' filthy!

"Mmmmmmmm" Klaus moaned as we swapped, enjoyed the sticky, bittersweet contents of each other's maws, my head throbbing with the afterglow and the tastes of both myself and my lover mixing to saliva, milk and long past refreshment. I held it for while, before I took him down in a long swallow. But to see Klaus enjoy it made me all the more excited.

It was amazing. To watch him lean back naked and sweaty into the sun before he swallowed my cum, a full, swilled mouthwash of protein, his throat moving in the most erotic one-movement gulp you could ever witness, was incredible.

"Ahhh yeah!" He sighed with just the hugest grin, "I've been wanting to do that for ages."

"Man, where did you get that from?" I smiled and laid back in the sand, my tail flopped aside once more, the aftertaste of musk and semen rich in my sinuses.

"When I was young and single, it was a good way to get to know someone. I used to call it cock-tailing. You know, like the drinks?!" He grinned and winked before sitting cross-pawed in the sand next to me, his left paw caressing my tummy as he took a clawed paw to the inside of the coconut shell for some tasty after-sex bites, "smell 'em, taste 'em, all in one gulp."

"Females too? Could you do it to the girls too?"

"I could Scotty. Oh boy, I could mate!" Klaus sucked on his fingers, gleaning every scrap of white shred fruit that he could find, "no one can make 'em spurt like Klaus."

I tilted my head in acknowledgement and kind of frowned sleepily at the observation. I didn't even know that a girl could spurt. I learn something every day.

"I'll show you one day, babe."

He said it so matter-of-factly that I couldn't help be intrigued. Perhaps I did want to see that.

"I'll show you something else today if you want." I growled and got to my feet, padding away to the shore, butt naked and stinkin' of sweat and Klaus cum.

"You know me, I'm up for anything you have to..." He stopped cos' I had just padded back to him with the snorkel pipe in my left paw, twizzling it teasingly and with just the hugest grin on my muzzle. "Remember me being all nervous about snorkeling earlier today?"

Klaus just nodded with the most aroused and gone-out look on his maw.

"Well..." I strolled past him, turned and squatted down right onto the pipe with a moan of delight, dildoing myself with it right where he had a front-row seat, "I'm over it!!"