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"...yeah so anyways, the old farts are gonna wanna see what you've got for the Jenkins case after they get in from Kansas tonight, kay?" Those were the cheeruflly sarcastic words from the cheetah that worked in the office of the legal firm next to Rick's office, spoken to the badger with the kind of undertone that said "Hey I'm gonna rub in the fact you're gonna have to stay in the office until 8 pm and miss your flight, while the rest of the office staff head off to Aspen for the weekend before you". .
Rick, who was just about finished putting the last of his client's file together, just sat in his chair, holding the file and looking up at Rudy with a rather unimpressed look on his face, his ears taking in every word of the cheetah and his eyes just catching a glimpse of Rudy's deviously smirked visage as his head disappeared back out of Rick's door so he could return to his office. Rick knew there was really nothing he could do to change his situation, other than to just let out a rather unimpressed, unsurprised sigh as this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.
Of course Rudy wasn't the only one who had any kind of "professional" animosity towards Rick; it seemed as if a large majority of his co-workers shared the same attitude, ever since he got hired on to become the highest paid paralegal that's ever set foot through their doors no more than 2 months ago. Maybe it was the jealousy over his virtually over qualified credentials or maybe it was some kind of lizard brain intimidation over the fact he looked like a six foot six football player, stuffed into a custom made Armane' suit. Either way however, the badger did his job and he did it well enough to get kind of attention associated with it from every step of the corporate ladder he had to work with every day.
The badger took a moment to just sit there and collect his thoughts, and just as his frustration was coming to an ebb, he heard the ever familiar ring tone of his cell phone call out to him from the breast pocket of his shirt o/Danger danger. High voltage, when we touch when we kiss.... Danger danger. High voltage, when we touch when we kiss... Danger dan...o/ and with seemingly on the level composure, he answered it.
"Hello?"
But just as quickly as it took him to put the stress of what had just happened only minutes earlier, on the shelf, it took his wife who was on the other end of the phone even less time to pull him out of his freshly level headed state of mind; as she answered back with a rather expectant, unimpressed and partially restrained confrontational tone to here voice. This of course was becoming more common place ever since he took this new job only months earlier
"Yeah, hey hon? You remember how we were supposed to have a nice dinner before your flight?"
Rick looked up at the clock, only to slowly close his eyes and sigh out
"Yeah hon, I do..."
"Yeah? Well hey I'll take a stab at where things are at right now. Dinner's on the table, and you're NOT on the way home, am I right?"
Rick sighed out again, his compassion and understanding nearly completely sapped out of him as he was quite literally emotionally exhausted
"I know, I know hon, but it's this case. I can't leave the office until my bosses get back in a few hours because they..."
"So now it's the bosses eh? You ever notice how it's always someone else and never you? Oh wait, well I just did. Dinner'll be cooling off when you get home, I'll be at mother's if you need me. Oh yeah, fourth anniversary in two months by the way..."
And with that, his wife hung up the phone. Rick on the other hand, just shook his head, reclined back in his office chair and looked up to the ceiling with a look on his face that any onlooker could read as "Are all women like this? Why the fuck did I get married again?" only to take a moment to clear his head and collect his thoughts before finally sitting back up in his chair, putting his file together and finishing off the rest of his evening.
Rick almost couldn't believe the day would ever end as he made his way accross the underground parking lot to his vehicle, but after the day he just had, he was more than happy it was done. As he pulled out the parking garage to join rush hour, the badger looked down at the clock of his dashboard and thought to himself
"Hmm... eight fifteen. Shit, that doesn't give me a lot of time to get changed, eat dinner and get to the airport. I hope they still have flights going out to Aspen 'cause if anything, I could sure use the weekend away from home, even if it is with the people I work with. Hmm, speaking of which, I wonder if their flight's landed yet... Oh! Hey I'm missing Dog Stanford"
And with that, Rick quickly turned the radio on to hear one of his favourite radio personalities in the middle of one of his rants
"...now the church is all upset about the gay marriage. Why?... It's one of those trick arguements where it's a big issue that really fuck'n doesn't matter, but people go\i ' Gays should not get married, it's gonna ruin families! ' \i0 What?... MARRIAGE should not be a legal institution, that's the arguement you should be having. The goverment should have no place in your love life. If you wanna get married it should be like joining a fraturnity where if you wanna get married you go to your church, or your Chuck E. Cheese and they do a crazy rain dance around you and then do some incantation and PAFOOMPH! you're a married person; it doesn't mean anything \i ' Well what about tax breaks? ' \i0 Well fuck if you want tax breaks, incorporate. The government should only look at you as an individual no matter what. I mean, what if you're an idiot and you're ugly? It's like the car pool lane, you can't find someone to marry you. It shouldn't be a legal institution, it shouldn't exist. If marriage didn't exist... would you invent it? Would you go \i ' Baby this shit we got going on is hot! We can't just share this commitment between us, we gotta get lawyers and judges in on this shit ' \i0 but someone invented it and now ya gotta do it or you're an asshole, right? It's like secretary's day. Every day was fine when you shuffled into the office until someone said '\i Oh it's secretary's day ' \i0 and now you're a dick if you don't bring her flowers. Someone invented marriage and now you're a dick for not marrying her and I'm a dick for not showing up..."
Rick hmm'd to himself, and then turned off the radio as he had somewhat of a bitter sweet opinion on the marriage rant. The badger wasn't really the religeous type but it was times like this that almost made him question whether there were higher powers at work, because of where he feared his marriage was going, based on recent events in the last 4 months. Either way he really didn't dwell on it as he finally pulled into the driveway, only to see that his wife held true to her promise to visit her mother for the weekend as her car was missing from it.
For the first time in his marriage, he actually felt a hint of relief creep through over the fact that his wife wasn't home. He figured it was probably just the job stress and the recent phone call he had gotten from her a few hours earlier that did it, but he knew that there was probably more to it than that as his dis-interest and inability to finish during those romantic evenings alone had started to become more and more commonplace over the last couple of months. None the less, Rick went about the rest of the evening as usual as he stepped in the door. He finished off his share of the pork chops his wife left on the table up before getting changed into his favourite pair of jeans and compression shirt after stripping out of his suit, it's stretchable fabric hugging to his finely chisled, thickly built physique. He couldn't help but find himself posing in his armoir mirror a bit as the latest workout plan he had put together was showing true to it's promise of a shredded body. With a satisfied smirk, the badger grabbed his luggage in the form of a backpack and called for a cab to get to the airport. He considered himself lucky as well in that he was able to book one of the last few seats on the last flight out to Aspen, even if it meant getting on at 10 pm.
After locking up the house, Rick's cab finally showed up to take him to the airport. It was a pretty uneventful half hour trip but none the less he got there on time, which caught the badger off guard as he was expecting something retarded to happen, like a bus explosion, or all four tires on the cab blowing out at the same time, all thanks to the day he just had but much to his surprise, he made it to the airport without a hitch. Rick checked his bags in and got his boarding pass but not before being told the flight was being directed to another airport for a stop over to wait out bad some pretty bad weather.
Meanwhile however, over a thousand miles away aboard the flight the badger was supposed to be on with the rest of his office staff:
"\i This is your captain speaking. We're going to be delayed getting into Aspen due to an unexpected storm front. We'll be flying around it but we should be experiencing some heavy turbulance soon. The fasten seatbelt sign will be coming on shortly so we'd appreciate it if you could stay in your seats with your seatbelts on until the fasten seatbelt sign comes off. Again, on behalf of flight 1408, the crew and I would like to thank you for choosing King airways"
"...heh so anyways, you should have seen the look on his face when I told him he couldn't go home until the old buzzards saw the Jenkins file"
Rudy chuckled as he spoke to one of his office co workers, and the bunch who were within earshot all laughed as the cheetah recalled the last conversation he had with Rick in the office. Just as Rudy was about to open his muzzle once more to speak, the plane suddenly began to shake a bit aggressively, the turbulence pausing briefly from time to time before shaking once again. The lights of the cabin began to flick on and off with each shake of the plane shaking more and more violently than the last. Once again the captain's voice came back on the PA, somewhat scared and frantic.
"Everyone assume crash positions!"
Back in New York however, the badger finished picking up a newspaper and sat in his seat, waiting for his flight to be ready. He had about an hour to kill and chose to spend his time drinking his coffee and reading his paper. It wasn't too long after that he got the final boarding call, handed over his boarding pass to the flight attendant and boarded his flight. Rick was just happy to finally get to his seat and it didn't take too much longer after take off to drift off into unconciousness as he finally caved in to the exhaustion of the day's stress he just endured.
Unlike the ill faited flight of his co workers earlier in the evening, Rick's flight had to be the most comfortable turbulance free flight he had ever been on. Infact the badger slept right through the refuelling stop over in Houston and found himself opening his eyes just as the plane was touching down on the runway. The badger went through the typical routine of getting off the plane, picking up his luggage and catching a cab out to the ski resort.
The cab pulled into the parking lot of the resort, the tightly packed snow crunching under the tires of the cab as Rick finally arrived at the resort, arriving to a rather empty parking lot. The badger paide his fare, tipped the driver and stpped out of the cab with his luggage in paw and the sunrise behind him as he held the small pamphlet with the confirmation information to his cabin. It was your typical ski resort that one would expect to arrive at, with the large two story registration/lounge/gift shop cabin having a rather modern day feel to it, the morning air fresh with the scent of pine and every other scent that made up what one would expect to smell coming from the great outdoors. Even the temperature was a cool comfort for rick, who's pelt helped to make the thirty eight degree weather feel warmer than it was.
It was still pretty dark out as the sun had only just begun peeking out over the horizon, and as the badger walked up to the resort's main cabin to register, he sighed a bit disappointedly as the only reception he received was that of a closed sign with a note on the locked door that was it's entrance "Gone for an hour due to maintenance reasons". Luckily the author of that note had left a small pamphlet of his own, taped to the door which was that of the map to all the cabins. Luckily for the badger however, the legal firm he worked for had booked up the entire resort, so the need for a key was free from desire; and with that the badger strapped his hikers backpack on, took the map off the front of the door and made his way up the hill through the marked path of the forest, following the directions on the map.
Rick actually found quiet comfort in the fact that he was free from the many chains that bound him. His naturally calm, composed exterior did a better job at hiding his stress and general dissatisfaction at life than he often meant to let on, but here, in morning sunrise of the hilled wilderness he was hiking through, he felt for the first time in his life he really didn't have to put up any sort of false visage of being at peace with himself and the people around him as the only thing around him was that of nature and solitude. As he continued his trek up the forested hill, between the rows of ground lights that marked the path to the cabins, he thought to himself
"Hmm, I wonder where everyone is. Ah well, they're probably all still asleep. Well let's see, I guess I could just check this place out before everyone's up to ski and dole out their harshness. Hey, what the fuck is that over there?"
The badger pondered what it was he was looking at through what appeared to be a break in the treeline. With nothing more than a thought afterwards, Rick stepped off the lit path to head on over to the clearing to investigate what he was in disbelief and hope of seeing. As he stepped out of the woods, he found to his surprise that his suspiscion was correct. It was a hot tub, big enough to fit about three or four badgers his size in it with it's pump house sitting half in and half out of the treeline next to it.
Rick smiled, he hadn't spent time in a hot tub in years and for some odd reason, he didn't remember seeing it advertised in the resort's flyer. Either way however, it was a huge sigh of relief for the badger as he now knew that if things got too retarded with his co-workers, he could just retreat away to what he now deemed to be his happy place for the weekend. The badger happily took his backpack off and knealt down at the edge of the hot tub. It's water felt warm and stagnant as he dipped his paw into it, it's jets currently inactive and in need of being turned on. Before the badger could think to himself, he felt the sound of someone's boots tugging at his ear, begging for it's attention as it perked up.
Rick stood up to pay his dues to the sound of crunching snow that filled his ears and turned to see who or what it was that was making it's way over to him. As he turned, he saw that while he himself was a tall, well built mustilid of an anthropomorphic mammal; with a thick, well chisled and tightly packed muscular underlay beneath the jeans and fur tight compression shirt he wore, he was joined by a stranger of quite the opposite who was casually making his way over to him. It became more evident to the badger that this new stranger, who was now waving to him just as casually and taking on more of an appearance than just a five foot six inch tall silhouette. As it drew closer to the curious badger, he could see that this unexpected guest was that of the lutran variety. Infact, by the well groomed, thickly based tail, small round ears and blunt muzzle, the badger was joined by that of an otter.
The otter finally made his way close enough to Rick to call out to him, a friendly toned Colorodo accent blanketting every word that left the otter's muzzle
"Hey there!"
Rick nodded and answered back to the otter
"Heya"
"Hey man, the name's Barret. How's it goin'?"
Rick figured this new stranger was probably one of the resort's staff. Most likely the otter was some kind of superintendant or technitian as he was wearing a tool belt around his waist, with the pair of cargo shorts he wore being the only thing that seperated that belt from his silky athletic physique. Either way, Rick replied back to the stranger, waving a friendly hello to him as well now
"Uh, hey there. The name's RIck. I just flew in from New York as part of the corporate get away my office booked. I missed my flight so I'm the last one to show up.."
Barret smiled and nodded, listening to every word the badger had to say before jumping in
"Well that's weird. I haven't had anyone show up yet. Maybe their flight got redirected or something, but as for anyone showing up, you're the first one dude"
Rick looked a bit puzzled but just shrugged it off as more of a mixed blessing than anything and at this point, the sun was up enough to cast the orange hue of the morning dawn over the snow, the trees and the two males standing there amidst their introduction to one another. Just as he realized how much this was more good news than bad, what with not having to absorb their unspoken jealousy, the badger smiled and continued on with the conversation.
Barret went on about how was the resort's head caretaker and how he had been living and working here for the past six months with Rick telling the otter of what he did for a living, the details of the trip out here and how it was nice to finally be around good company and it wasn't long after that that Barret finished off the conversation
"...heh that's pretty cool. Yeah I like to workout too but I don't think I could get as big as you. Just don't have the frame for it. Hey from everything you've told me, it doesn't sound like you've had much of any chance to destress yourself. Why don't you try out the hot tub? The water's still warm, I just haven't had a chance to get fix the pump. I haven't been able to get it so the motor stays on after it starts".
Rick nodded and looked down at the warm, inviting stillness of the inactive hot tub that brought back memories of just how much he really enjoyed them when he was younger
"You mean you won't mind? I feel kind of awkward though, 'cause I didn't pack my swim trunks. It's not like I was expecting to go swimming at a ski resort"
"Hm? Me? Heh dude it's all good. I was actually going to go for a hike after, but trust me... it's not like I haven't seen another dude before. Hope you don't mind me joining you? I didn't exactly bring any swim trunks with me either"
The otter chuckled a little as he turned to head in to the pump house and to get the hot tub all fired up. Rick on the other hand perked his ears to the low aquatic rumblings that came from what was now a fully operational hot tub, and being the mature, trusting badger that he was, he began stripping down, since the otter really didn't seem to be all too stuck up or for some reason, all that worried he was going to see some man parts. Before too long, the badger stepped out of the pile of clothing he now had around his ankles and stepped in to the hot tub, it's warm bubbley froth caressing and popping all around his body as each and every bubble hit the tips of his furry grey follicles until his strong, linebacker like, muscular badger bod was now submerged in the water from the chest down.
Rick smiled and sighed out warmly as he felt the water jets beneath the water's shooting off all around him and from every angle, brushing accross his thick abs, powerful hips and muscular legs and forcing the water to begin bubbling up all around his strong pecs as he reclined back in his seat with his powerful arms lazily outstretched to either side of him. The badger closed his eyes and smiled out as he tilted his head back and let out one more lazy sigh
"Mmm'hhh'h'hhhh..."
Barret smiled to himself at a job well done, the otter finally having fixed the hot tub's motor with the badger's masculin sigh behind him being taken as a pat on the back and with that, he shut the pump house door and made his way over to the hot tub and stripped out of his shorts and vest, his tool belt dropping to the ground with a heavy jingle being the only sound to officially signal the otter's official nakedness to the badger; at least until he stepped around to the side of the tub before slipping into the water.
Rick opened his eyes once more, seeing his new pal in all of his nakedness as Barret slinked into the hot tub, his fit furry grey body looking like it belonged to someone who climbed rocks for a living. Although he was nowhere near the size of the badger, it was still pretty evident that this otter had to belong to some kind of athletics club that had to specialized in a mix of rock climbing, bicycling and long distance running, outside of work.
The badger felt more at ease with the otter as he couldn't help but notice he had even more in common with him, and it helped take a bit of the edge off of making his first impression a naked one. Rick smiled and began engaging Barret in friendly conversation
"Hey so I couldn't help but notice you workout"
Barret smiled and nodded
"Heh, yeah I like staying in shape. They pay me to live here anyways, so I just make the best of it and climb rocks and run around the woods on my time off. I mean, when the nearest town doesn't have a gym, you kind of have to make due with what you got. Besides, I got a few years left 'till I hit the big three zero, so I might have some fun with my body while I'm still attractive"
Rick hmm'd and shrugged his shoulders, his head cocked to the side a little as he replied back
"Yeah I know what you mean... I'm thirty three now and I don't really have that luxury. Well... I mean sure I still like to work out but now I just do that stuff to keep myself healthy and look good to me. I don't think my wife's really much into the whole bigger is better anymore"
Barret's naturally outgoing demeanor faded a little as he heard Rick's words, but he still carried on in a friendly manner
"You have a wife? So how's that working out for you? Me, well I've never had time for women. I guess you could say I'm still doing the party years kind of thing, heh"
Rick thought back to all the events leading up to the phone call he got at work the other day from her and shrugged with a bit of a sigh. The badger looked down and paused for a moment before lifting his head back up to Barret
"Well... honestly dude it's not. I really can't put my finger on it. I mean, sure I love her and all but I just don't feel that same connection I had when we first met four years ago. You know, come to think of it, it's probably just the job stress that's getting to me. I can't remember the last time I either had the time or the interest to look at females outside of my marriage. Usually guys in my position would be doing that. I mean fuck dude... I should be having an affair by now"
As the badger went on about his love life, the otter found it harder and harder to hide the immense grin that was trying to form accross his muzzle and before the badger could continue on, Barret jumped into his sentence and interrupted him after catching a glimpse of something in the water
"Hey Rick? Maybe you're gay?"
The otter smirked a bit as he caught the large badger off guard, but that didn't stop Rick from answering back, his words just short of stumbling over one another
"What? Nah I don't think it's because I'm... Well I mean I'm mar... Uh..."
Barret sat back against the ledge behind him and smirked, nodding to the badger
"Well it's not like there's anything wrong with that if you are. Heck, I mean you're a pretty good looking guy and the first thing you thought to comment on when I slipped in here was my body. Surely there must be a reason why you thought to say \i 'Hey so I couldn't help but notice you workout'\i0 and you said you haven't even looked at a single female outside of your marriage. Heh, from the sounds of all of it, it doesn't sound like you're really all that much into chicks"
Rick blushed a little despite the unexpected social discomfort that slowly began to blanket him, for the first time in his life he couldn't help but feel a sense of inferiority. But with a bashful rub of the back of his neck, the badger managed to reply back to the otter
"I... I dunno honestly I never thought about it. I mean, I don't even know a single gay person, so how would I know?"
The otter chuckled and replied back, having a hard time hiding his devious demeanor
"Have you met at least 20 guys in your life? Chances are, you know a couple of gay guys. Hell... you're talking to one right now. Oh yeah... it looks like you brought a guest to the party too..."
Barret gave the badger a little wink. The badger however had a rather different expression on his face. As the otter unexpectedly just outted himself to the badger, Rick couldn't help but look at the otter with a rather silent, surprised look on his face as if to say "What the fuck?!". The otter didn't fit any of the stereotypes he was used to hearing about from his friends. Infact the only exposure he had to gay culture and personalities was what he had seen in movies and televised sitcoms. Since the beginning of meeting the otter, Rick didn't see a single wrist flop, hear the word girlfriend thrown at him in every sentence or catch the otter checking out his rump. Infact, as he mentally ran back through his encounter to search for any stereotype coming from the other male, he couldn't help but notice that if anyone were checking anyone's rump out, it was infact the badger as images of the otter's thickly tailed rear kept popping up in the brief memory that both badger and otter helped forge together; unbeknownst to the badger, the head of his already exposed member began pushing out a little further beneath the water, the fat red shaft behind it having no choice but to start swelling out a few inches more as well as he thought about the otter.
Just as the last few syllables of Barret's words filled the badger's ears, he couldn't help but turn his head back to look around behind him, the horror of being the brunt of future office humor hitting him as he feared that his co workers may have found the pair sitting here in the hot tub, but not a single soul could be seen behind him, and just as the badger brought his head back around to ask Barret what he was getting at, he caught the last minute glimpse of those pointy otter ears of his disappear under the hot, bubbling water, just inches away from his chest, only to feel the other male's wet, silky black digits wrap around the length of his exposed shaft, push his sheath down and slowly close his muzzle lips around what had to be a good four inches of exposed, flacid badger dick that swayed lazily about in the water.
Rick's eyes just shot wide opened, having had no idea his morning was going to be anything like this and unsure exactly of what to do. After all, he had never done anything like this with another male, and before he could reach his paws in to pull the otter off the unswollen length of his plump badger dick, he felt the otter doing his part to oblige the badger. Well... that was at least what Rick thought as he felt those rubbery soft, black muzzle lips of the otter sliding back up the length of his submerged dick. But there was something about this other male's lips that felt unlike any female's as they hugged tight and wet to Rick's incredibly sensitive phallus, and along with those silky smoothe otter lips sliding back up his length, he felt Barret's hot tongue curling up against it's plump belly and his paw following along infront of those tightly pursed lips.
The badger gradually began to blush as what he thought was the feeling of Barret's muzzle pulling off his meat, was simply nothing more than the start of the first blow job of his life from another male as the otter paused just short of coming off the thick tapered head of his flacid yet gorgeous badger meat; and in the same fashion that the otter slid the hot flesh of his tongue, the tight pursing of his lips and the firm grip of his paw up the length of Rick's sensitive and still growing phallus, Barret repeated that previous motion in reverse, sliding back down his length once more, the badger's succulent flesh a good six plus inches in length now as it's growing length was well past the point of no return as it showed promise of firming up.
Rick couldn't believe the contradiction that ran through his head, but there was definitely a part of that contradiction that gave his libido a bit of a wake up call; after all, Rick was a happily(?) married badger and here he was, cheating on his wife with of all people a male, who wasn't even the same species. Surely anyone else in his position would be objecting by now, but it was as if every time the badger went to dip his paws into the bubbley water to stop the other male who was now starting to bob back and forth in his lap, it was as if the otter found a new spot on his fat dick and a new pace to hit him with that his wife had never found before.
The badger tried to protest, but deep down inside he knew he wanted this. After all, maybe the otter was right? If there was any confusion as to whether or not the badger was at all into dudes, any onlooker could see that by the way the badger had his eyes closed, bit his lower muzzle lip and began to flare his nostrils as he shifted about subtlely under the otter's torturously slow, cock sucking motions, it was pretty obvious that aside from all of that and the heavy blush that crimsoned it's way out through his cheek fur, the badger was REALLY starting to enjoy the otter's company. After all, his growing mass of flesh was about as stiff as it could be now as it finally hit it's limit, swollen out to just short of a foot and thick enough to create a half inch gap between his digits.
Rick's furry black badger 'nads were large enough as well to match their proportions properly to the thick throbbing flesh of his crimson member, comparable to a couple of large market fresh eggs as they sat tightly bunched up against each other between the tightly packed muscularity of his furry thighs, and the otter could tell just how plump and ample they were as he used his free paw to slip up and cup it against them, moaning deeply under the water as the badger now measured up to every one of the otter's size queened desires. Barret kept a steady, fluid series of bobbing motions under the water, his head pushing in far enough to take in the last three quarters of Rick's throbbing erection, letting it's fat head pop in past the opening of his throat and swallow up a quarter of the badger's fat cock end; before cocking his head to the other side and slowly sliding off far enough to allow the back of Rick's cockhead to begin revealing itself past those rubbery soft lips. Just as it felt as if the otter's head was going to pull up and off the badger's fully engorged meat, he pushed his head right back down into Rick's lap, his paw leading the way for his muzzle to follow before tilting his head to the other side and gliding back up once more, his paw now playing the role of the persuer as it followed his maw right back up the length of the badger's throbbing red flesh.
Barret loved not only how this was the largest cock he had ever had filling his mouth, but also how it twitched, jerked and spurted it's sweet pre ejaculatory nectar out against the back of his throat as he bobbed away under the water; his little, well rounded ears about the only thing appearing up from under the hot tub's bubbley surface. Rick's breath began forcing it's way out, his body twitching and shifting about in the water as the otter's muzzle was like nothing he had ever felt before. Sadly however, the otter realized that he wasn't meant to hold his breath forever and that he would have to leave the succulent girth of the badger's dick behind.
Rick felt the otter's muzzle slip off his heavy meat, but what he lost in muzzle, he gained in paw as Barret blindly began stroking the badger's plump length. The badger groaned softly as he felt that wet yet silk like paw of Barret's gliding up and down the last half of his meat a little faster than probably the best cock suck he had had in a while, if ever; focusing on all those sensitive nerves of the last half of his dick. And just as he poked an eye open to see why it was the otter had stopped nursing from his dick, he was able only to see the top of Barret's head disappear back under the water. Infact, the older thickly built badger was just about to tell the otter that he shouldn't, or that maybe this was "...a bad idea", but as soon as he felt those lips push and glide down over the length of his overly swollen member, hugging wet and tightly to his flesh as if they were trying to push his paw back down into the badger's crotch, Rick was soon reminded of how this was a good idea as the otter quickly resumed those corkscrewing motions of his, back and forth along the thickly veined length of his shaft; this time a little faster than before.
The devious aquatic cock bandit was in heaven, his own member which stood a little longer than half the length of what was soon to be his partner for the entire weekend, was about as swollen and rock hard as it could be. Of course when you had something long enough to deep throat all the way down to your adam's apple, it gave your libido even more reason to stand at attention between your legs; and that's exactly what the otter's cock was doing as it too began to drool and ooze it's pre seminal nectar out into the water. Barret kept it up, occasionally switching up his pace and routine to quickly bob and fuck his muzzle around the last three to four inches of the badger's wamly spurting length, swirling his tongue around it and letting Rick's sweet nectar fill up as much of his muzzle as he could, his cheeks puffing out from the deliciously warm, badger nectar that squirted and oozed out into his hungry maw; only to swallow it back in one heavy gulp and rolling his head around the badger's fat knob, as if he were trying to evenly suck the candy shell off a giant cherry red lollipop.
Barret set the head of his partner's free from the tongue and lips that swirled around it and swallowed it right back down his throat once again. He couldn't help but shiver and whince every time it popped into his gullet's opening as he still had a bit of difficult getting used to such an impressive girth, but it was going to take more than that to deter the eager masked fag beneath the swirling froth of the water's bubbley surface above him. He could feel the larger male starting to tense up, hearing Rick's faint, muffled moans as the badger rolled his head about, occasionally dropping it back as he began to spread his legs under the water; and this was all the incentive the otter needed to free himself up from the paw full of badger 'nads he was lazily rolling about, to slip that paw up to grab Rick's thick pec and begin tweaking the nipple that sat beneath his thick pelt.
It wasn't until that moment that the otter went wide eyed with surprise and disbelief as he pushed his smaller paw up against the natural grain of the badger's abdominal and chest fur. Although the fur was as soft and thick as Barret expected it, it was this strange underlying texture at the very base of the badger's furry grey follicles that caught the otter off guard. It was something he had never felt before and for some strange reason, it shot Barret's interest in the larger, well endowed male up almost ten fold. He wasn't exactly sure what it was that he was feeling as he kept bobbing back and forth along Rick's powerful shaft, but had he been able to see exactly what his paw was fishing out he'd be able to see that this was his first sexual encounter with someone sporting an undergrowth of actual pubic hair beneath the badger's thick pelt.
Barret wasn't exactly sure what this new texture was, but he was too much in love with the way the badger throbbed and squirted down his throat that he just couldn't find the strength to pull away, left only to search deep within the badger's pelt for more of the unique bristley texture he had just discovered. It wasn't until he could feel his need for air starting to nag at his libido that he had to surface to take in another deep breath. As he did so, he could not only see the sexually contorted look on the badger's face, but that of the estranged patches of hair littering Rick's chest and abs. Each blotchy patch of torso hair that raised out above his fur glimmered under the lights surrounding the bubbley hot tub he shared with his new friend. The badger groaned softly, regaining his composure as the stimulus of the otter's talented muzzle could be felt no more, only to see him panting softly and looking at his chest in disbelief. Rick knew exactly where this was about to go as every female he played hide the sausage with before this day found chest hair to be an absolute turn off.
Barret couldn't think of anything to say, confused as to why he had never seen anything like this before, and looked at Rick with a puzzled look on his face, just in time for the badger to close his eyes and sigh as he spoke out with soft regret to the otter, shrugging and looking down at some random spot in the water next to him
"Yeah... I know... I try to hide it but outside of brushing my fur over it, there's nothing much I can do. It takes a good half an hour to brush it over..."
Barret on the other paw, smiled brightly and said nothing; only to reach in and start ruffling up the wet, partially hairy pelt of the badger's chisled chest, working to dig it up and free it of it's furry camouflage. Rick softly jerked his head back with a look of uncertainty
"Uh... wh'what are you doing?"
The otter said nothing, instead he took a seat in the badger's lap, his own bits and fully swollen maleness pushed up against the other male's own rather impressive length, working to scratch up as much of the badger's thick, curly black chest fuzz to the surface as he could; only now to finally sit back and admire his work as he finally dug up the last of Rick's hairy pelt, it's pattern looking as if someone painted the shape of a mushroom cloud on the badger's front.
This never before seen bush took up most of Rick's lower belly, tapering up into a nice happy trail about as wide as his thickest digit before exploding out over his chest and stopping just short of the badger's collar bones. Only now did the otter choose to answer the muscley badger as he leaned in to whisper into his ear with a smile
"I love it, Rick..."
Rick blushed, never having heard anyone tell him that and before he could say anything outside of "Wait! Wh-what are you do..." he felt the otter grip his fat shaft and kneel up in his lap, the otter letting his soft furry genitals and the fleshy red cock above them slide up over the badger's own swollen endowment, only to feel the head of his dick slip in behind those average lutran gonads. Without much of a pause after that, Rick felt the head of his thick dick pushing up against the otter's tightly swollen hotspot, only to see Barret's face begin clenching as he felt the otter's warmth slowly begin to envelope it's hot flesh around the badger's phallus. Slowly Barret sunk into the badger's lap, that thickly tailed rump gradually swallowing it up without pause, only for his eyes to briefly shoot wide open as he felt that throbbing badger meat hammer finally punch right through the tightest spot within his channel, it's fat head finally making it in with the rest of that firm, thickly veined badger shaft to follow.
Rick was in a world of contradiction. This went against his very nature, but at the same time, he had every opportunity to push the otter off of him, yet... he didn't. As he felt the otter's plump, powerful rump slipping further and further down the badger's length, the widely stretched pucker and vice like grip of the other male's heat clinging to it and reminding him of that time he tried on a glove that was a size too small for him; he couldn't help but gasp out softly, the otter's tight channel spasming, clenching and convulsing around the thick dick gradually phasing out any resistance the badger had in his conciousness. The otter however, well this was a girth he had never taken before and sure enough, being the little fag otter with ulterior motives that he was, made sure to do what he could to keep this big boy around, knowing that the burning stretch of his entire channel would be nothing more than that of a distant memory rather shortly; and indeed it was going that way as finally seated as balls deep as he could get in Rick's powerful lap, his knees straddling the badger's hips, leaving the otter no choice but to take a clump of Rick's shoulder fur in between his teeth and bite down on it, his face clenched as that new sexual accomplishment under his tail begged for attention.
And beg for attention it did as it began firing off long, thick strings and squirts of rich warm badger precum into the fleshy channel around it, feeling as much in volume as the last orgasm he had from his ex, and this was just the badger's pre ejaculatory nectar streaming up into him, and should either of them have had the ability to see what it looked like inside, it would look almost as if every thin streaming spurt were timed perfectly with every throb that ran through the badger's meat; and without much of a pause outside of the brief one that Barret took to grow a little more accustomed to Rick's heavy girth, he slowly began sitting up in the hair chested badger's lap.
Just as Rick was about to say "W'w'wait man, I... I can't, nnnn'hhhh ohhh god I ca'ca'can't" he felt the otter's tight rear clenching around the badger's throbbingly juicey meat hammer at just the right place to keep his words at back, giving him no choice but to gasp in sharply, drop his head back with closed eyes and moan out nothing more complex than "Oh fffffuuuuuuuck....", his thick digits gripping into the edge of the hot tub they were already gripping, thanks to the badger's outstretched arms on either side of him.
Barret on the other paw was just getting warmed up, the clench of his teeth on the pelt that covered Rick's shoulder begn to lessen as the pain of being stretched so wide was quickly fading away, as if his libido had just found it's way through the fog of discomfort that clouded it. The otter of course felt the head of Rick's plump member slipping out and just as it felt as if it were about to pop out completely, the otter reached down under his tail to hold that anally delicious badger cock in place, to make sure it didn't pop out completely, but what he felt down there, under his rump was a complete surprise to him as he soon discovered there was another paw holding it in place for that very reason, only for the otter to bring his head back around and rest nose to nose with the very badger he had made his moves on earlier.
Rick just looked him in the eyes, panting softly and nodding gently to the otter, only for Barret to smile sweet yet lustfully to the badger and sit right back down into his lap, engulfing Rick's gorgeously veined dick right back into the hilt, and with that, the otter filled the badger's ears with the sharp sound of his moaning gasps as the ridge of his chubby cockhead and the thick veins of his badger dick bumped over Barret's prostate, and that was more than incentive enough for him to slowly begin building up a steady rythm of ups and downs against the hairy badger's chest.
Rick's pre ejaculatory nectar began overflowing out from under the otter's fat tailbase, spilling out into the water beneath the bubbley froth that engulfed the two of them, and Barret just kept riding the badger's plump shaft nice and slowly, the eyes of both males closed, their muzzle's half open with bind, slack jawwed lust for each other now as each one experienced something for the very first time; riding a straight cock for the otter and fucking a gay rump for the badger and they were both.... LOVING it, and that only encouraged the otter to sit up and down in the badger's lap a little faster, his hips rolling back and pushing out behind him every time he sat down, revealing only half lengthed exposures of Rick's precious dick.
But the otter didn't just ride the badger's dick, no no... he CARESSED every inch of it with the silky wet flesh of his rectal lutran passage. His entire channel felt like nothing the badger had ever felt before, and this was more than enough to burn through his sexual resilience as he felt that seemingly self aware rectal otter passage clenching and undulating like a pro around his eager dick. To the otter this was like nothing he had ever felt before you. Here he was, alone with the badger in the open, sucking him off with his own anus and moaning out hard into the morning air, which by this time shared the sounds with the chirping of birds and the chance that any onlooker could see both males doing to each other something that was still unaccepted in today's world, but he didn't care, he just had to have every ounce of badger seed inside of him and by now, the otter began kissing frantically into the side of the badger's neck, his paws starting to grip into his pelt as he felt the ever familiar tingle of pressure starting to well up deep within the pit of his loins.
The badger also began feeling that joyous signal eminating from deep within his crotch as well. His gonads were as tightly bunched up into his groin as they could ever get as his entire length, his twelve inch pride, began to flex harder and harder; his lower back arching in tighter and tighter as his powerful thighs began to spread, leaving the badger no choice but to close his eyes, let his jaw go completely slack with a look of concentration on his face, each one knowing their own moment was near but unaware of just how hot this was for the other one as their faces clenched up.
Rick however went from slack jawwed to that of sucking in his lower lip and biting it hard with Barret doing the same and burying the top of his head into the side of the badger's neck he was just kissing moment's earlier, only to SLAM his firm hips down into Rick's lap and cry out as rope after heavy rope of the otter's seed suddenly began GUSHING and EXPLODING out onto his hair belly and the water around it, his cock jerking up every time he fired out a lengthy stream of otter semen. Rick just couldn't take it anymore and finally CRIED OUT into the air as well, filling it with the sounds of his own cries of orgasmic despair and need as the otter felt the heavy dick within him just begin BURSTING it's firey hot spunk up into his bowels. As the otter's release slowly ebbed, he felt the badger's growing in strength and volume as thick bursts of his stick badger cream drove their way up into his bowels, as if someone had just popped a water balloon full of hot yogurt inside of his lutran guts, it's milky slickness more than enough to begin escaping out from between his tightly stretched passage and the ruby meat rod that belonged to the badger, who was now holding him tightly to his hairy badger chest, panting and twitching from orgasmic after shocks as his release gradually came to an end; it's strength measured only by the small gobs of badger seed that gradually tapered off into nothing inside of the other male.
Barret just layed there, chest to chest and rump to crotch, with the badger, his arms wrapped around his neck rather weakly from the moment the both shared, the badger's thick arms doing the same of the naked otter's back as he held him tightly to his strong, muscular chest. Neither badger nor otter had the concious resolve to say anything at this point as they were both on the edge of passing out, but as the minutes passed and their strength returned, Barret whispered softly into Rick's ear
"Maybe you should bunk with me, instead...."
Rick, who was a little behind the otter in regaining his senses said nothing. And just as the otter was about to sigh out in disappointment, fearing this moment may have put the badger off, Rick whispered
"Maybe you should come home with me, instead..."
and the otter smiled