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"Another IPA please! And a rum and diet coke." Jon smiled at the bartender and tapped his tailtip on the floor behind him happily. The first band of the night had just finished their set and the customary on-off schlep had begun. It was great to be out again, enjoying some live music and fresh drinks with a good friend. Jon thrived in the loud yet low-crowd bar band environment, and he thought it was just what his buddy needed to get out on the town a bit too.

Sauntering back to the side of the stage with two full glasses in his hand, the otter had a big smile on his sabertoothed muzzle. He reached where he'd left his buddy Raz, and nudged him before handing him his cocktail and raising his own pint of beer. They clinked glasses and both drank.

Jon sighed with satisfaction. The beer was good, the music was fine, and the company was fantastic. "This is great dude, thanks for coming out with me. It's really good to be here."

His companion was a wolf, with a similar tan-brown coloration as his own, though with more pure white on his front and underside. Jon had long since gone "bald" and lost the ability to grow his darker headfur, but Raz fit well into the colorful hip crowd with a shock of well-spiked purple hair standing out from his crown. They did both share well-groomed brown chin fur, however. It was a good match.

Raz sipped his drink after the friendly toast and watched the second band starting to set up and sound-test. "It's been so long since I've been to anything like this. Seems almost quaint."

Jon was already halfway through his beer. "Welcome, though. The good old days! Makes me wanna play again too." The otter felt right back at home, though the last time he had been at this sort of dingy but homey music venue, he had been on stage. It was wistful in a way, but being out with a good friend made it worth it for the night.

The pair drank and chatted and laughed over the house music for another 15 minutes or so, until the band's official soundcheck began. They stood comfortably close, anticipating the first song.

The first band had played a polite and pleasant sort of proggy post-rock, but Jon could tell from this group's frontman's attitude already that they would be a good bit rougher. A few raucously sharp chords from the singer's guitar, rumbles from the bass, and fiery fills from the drummer, and the band seemed ready to go.

"Alright y'all, I know it's been a long time since most of you've been to a show, and this is the first time we've played in a year too. So I know WE have some energy to let loose, and don't you guys hold back either. Let's get crazy and get weird! Three, four!" And the band were off, crashing through sleazy riffs and clearly come-on lyrics.

Jon was no stranger to getting loose and moving to the groove, immediately getting into it and having a good time. Raz was more reticent, standing to the side and sipping his drink while still enjoying the tunes through the earplugs Jon had provided. The otter went for another beer after a few songs, the feeling of raunchy rock getting him pumped up and enjoying the moment. And thankfully, he didn't have to drive home for once, since they had walked to the venue from Raz's apartment and it was a beautiful summer night for taking a tipsy walk back later.

The band's set blazed by. The singer's repeated lyrics and asides exhorting the loosened crowd were igniting Jon's otterly mischievous streak more and more, as the strong beers he'd quaffed were also wearing down his thin veneer of inhibition. He went to stand by Raz, his top lip lifting smirkily to show off the roots of his tusks as he side-eyed the more reserved wolf.

Jon scooted closer to his friend, putting his left arm over the wolf's shoulders and letting his half-empty beer dangle from that hand. And with the other hand, he reached downward... right into Raz's shorts.

The wolf froze, his tail suddenly sticking out straight behind him as Jon dived into his underwear and fondled him. He'd given the otter plenty of permission to play around with him in the privacy of his apartment, but... here? He knew Jon was bold, but this was straight-up brazen. The wolf was sure that if his face wasn't fur-covered, his cheeks would be blushing almost the same shade as his purple hair.

Raz could feel Jon's hot breath on the right side of his face, slightly beer-scented but not unpleasant. The otter's tongue was lolling out lewdly as his hand rummaged around in Raz's pants, fingers playfully grabbing and squeezing the wolf's rapidly stiffening penis.

Jon grinned even more nastily as he felt his friend's cock started to fill up in his hand. Good, he's not as shy as I thought, then.

The singer on stage was repeating a chorus of "Get wild! Get wild! Get wild!" and Jon intended to do just that. He pulled his hand out and pinched two fingers on the button of Raz's shorts, ready to pop it open any second.

"Wanna get a little wild and naked, buddy?" Jon spoke near the wolf's ear.

Raz felt heated all over, his eyes wide and heart hammering. He turned his head slightly to be able to reply to Jon, still having to speak loudly over the music. "You... wanna pull my pants down... right here?"

"Yep, and then I wanna eat your asshole while everyone watches. I think they'd like it. Say the word and I'll do it."

Raz gulped. The second rum and coke he still held in his hand was just starting to go to his head, and he felt almost dizzy with the bit of alcohol combining with nerves from this exotic situation. Well... why not. Just following the band's instructions.

"Okay. Just... try not to make a scene?"

All the answer he got from the otter was a snarky "heh", and then Jon's nimble fingers were undoing his fly. A surreal adrenaline rush took over as his pants and underwear were lowered soon afterward, hitting the floor of the bar with a flump and a jangle.

Raz knew his now-bared cock was jutting outward in front of him and his ass was now completely visible in the rear, but he dared not look down, lest it seem too real too quickly that he was now exposed in front of several dozen strangers. He stared straight ahead at the band playing and fought the instinctual urge to lean down and pull up his pants. He was not quite regretting his acquiescence yet, but was definitely questioning it. Then he felt Jon's friendly hand wrap around his stiff pink cock again and give it a few reassuring tugs. Maybe this exhibitionism thing wasn't so scary after all...

As several in the small crowd around them started to point and nudge each other, Jon knelt behind his wolf buddy, setting his beer down on the floor within reach. The otter wasted no hesitation time nuzzling his broad snout across the wolf's bare buttocks, smooching and nipping as he circled closer to the furry crack between them. Finally he was rubbing his fanged mouth up and down the crack, flitting his tongue out to tease and taste, when the current song ended and the band's singer noticed what most of the crowd was looking at instead of him.

"Now there's what I'm talkin about! Get it boys! Let's play em something to really fuck to, shall we?" The frontman turned to the band and suggested a song, and they kicked into high gear with their most delirious and risque number yet. A few in the crowd were hooting and catcalling their approval and encouragement, and some were laughing in disbelief. None seemed to be offended, though that didn't make Raz blush any less as Jon's thumbs spread his ass cheeks so his muzzle could finally dive between and seek out its target.

Raz's asshole was no stranger to Jon's mouth at this point, but it was still a fresh and exciting feeling to have them meet so publicly. The otter's lips were warm and expert, unhurriedly suckling up to the wolf's anus. Jon used the leverage of his smooth-sided tusks to nuzzle further into his friend's ass, and one of his hands reached up between the wolf's legs and around to the front to fondle Raz's scrotum. That made Raz close his eyes and moan, his head tilting back in the likeness of a howl. The otter knew just what he was doing in that area, tickling the underside of the sack and gently rolling the testicles against each other. This was the wolf's dream position, except he had never thought he'd be witnessed in it by a bar full of strangers.

At least the strangers seemed to be enjoying the new show. They hooped and whistled as the band raged on. The singer further encouraged the debauchery between lines and songs, and Raz could feel the pulses from the sound system vibrating his body almost sensually. His cock was at full stiffness, throbbing almost in time with the drumbeats from the stage. And all the while continued Jon's dedicated and loving slurpjob all around and on his asshole. His most private and dirty place being sucked and smooched and munched on... everyone watching and cheering...

It wasn't until Jon's hand reached further up and wrapped around Raz's penis that the wolf realized how urgent his release was becoming. His tail swished and vibrated above the otter's head frantically and he began to hump into Jon's grip, abandoning all nervousness in his need to orgasm. The movement of his hips had the effect of making his ass cheeks clench around Jon's muzzle, which only increased the otter's own urgency. Jon's jaw did its work with relish, and he even timed his mouthing with the beat of the song currently being played. It was almost an assault on the wolf's asshole, but the aggression seemed fitting and Raz was surely not complaining. His eyes were shut tight and his head was thrown fully back as he panted and strained.

Jon felt the telltale fast and frantic clenching of the folds of Raz's butthole between his lips and knew it was time. He flattened his tongue against the warm pulsing anus and pressed forward with it as hard as he could, while his hand gave short and strong strokes to the wolf's member. Just as he felt the penis start to spasm in his palm, he cupped his hand around the tip so some poor janitor wouldn't have to mop the wolf's spunk up off of the floor before any dancing resumed on the spot. Even with his mouth stuffed deep in Raz's warm ass, Jon grinned happily as he felt his friend's whole body shudder and ride out the powerful orgasm.

The otter stayed in there as the climax and the current song wound down. He gave Raz's now-relaxing butthole several more kisses and licks to help it calm down, then reluctantly pulled his face and his hand free. With his non-sticky hand he picked up his beer and knocked back the remainder of it in one gulp, wetting his lips and throat deliciously. He definitely needed to make it to the bathroom very soon to wash the wolfjizz off of his hand, but for a minute or so he and Raz both rode the moment.

Eventually Raz did bend down and pick up his shorts and underwear, giving those behind him an unintended look at the asshole Jon had just so enjoyed. The otter got to his feet and noticed that everyone in the crowd was applauding.

He had the feeling they were being equally appreciative of both the band and the sideshow they'd just witnessed.