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I spasmed another orgasm inside Vivyan, who'd already came all over the extra hotel towel under us. Struggling not to collapse on top of the spent wolverine, my paws did give out from the exertion, but not before my energetic paramour craned his neck around to give me a fiery kiss, then pull me down. We fell sideways on the bed. My cock slipped free from his loosened rear end, then slapped against my abs to stain them with yet more canine cum, but I was more focused on his kissing, which managed to slow down into sensual tongue-dancing.

Vivyan pulled away, panting. "Shit, that's like...two rounds now?" He snickered, then pecked my lips when I wet them. "You taste so fuckin' good, Seb."

"You do too," my voice deepened into a growl as the effects of his drugs continued to warp our libidos, "and if you're up for it, shit...I could go for round three."

"Lemme get us another hit!" He pulled back to reach for the nightstand, scratching the back of his pierced right ear and licking his nose ring. Laughter bubbled from the back of his throat. "Fuck me twice, my friends're not gonna believe my luck."

"That you got yourself laid by a handsome man?" I teasingly murmured.

The lad gave me a quick raspberry. "That he's fucking rich too," he snorted.

The wolverine sharing my bed seemed like the average punk pulled from an urban drama film, but boy did he have a personality I liked. Feisty, unobjectively blunt, fiercely competitive (especially in bed) yet laidback with an anti-authority attitude. Vivyan McCree lived a simple post-college life in Philly, Pennsylvania. The twenty-something wolverine began stylizing his color-dyed mohawk as far back as junior high school, continuing to the very night I met him through Howlr and a peruse through Philly's projects, where my motel for the next few nights happened to be. True, I'd been focused on the City of Love's historic landmarks as well as the downtown businesses worth visiting, but I'd also been curious about the local scene, both in LGBTQ+ culture and the punk subculture I'd read of existing along America's East Coast. Vivyan just so happened to be using the same app as I did, leaving the outdoor skating park early to join me for some fun.

I'd provide us with a private motel room, and he promised to bring some poppers. More for him than for me, actually. The lad bragged about taking a few 'emo dicks up the tailpipe' but didn't like the results of having trouble sitting down afterward.

The wolverine snatched a bottle of his poppers, then opened it to take another deep intake of breath. He trilled like a feline high on catnip, his fur standing on end and a lustful growl leading to his dark member growing hard again. I'd had my fair share of inhaling the fumes of poppers, some of which had helped me relax during super-intense orgies. Not to mention take a few up my own tailhole during some adventurous nights in Berlin.

Anyway, Vivyan didn't wait long to jump atop me, then pulled me into a long, tongue-thrashing kiss. His saliva tasted like candy doused in bitter beer sipped earlier in the day. His calloused paws smelling of our mixed cum wandered like someone experienced enough in pleasuring others. Yet it fumbled once or twice due to the lingering effects of two afterglows, managing to be more coordinated when the poppers fully kicked into his system.

He lay himself down along my older, muscled body, nuzzling between my firm pecs and pausing the motorboating to kiss each pointed nipple. It left my dogcock throbbing out more pre cum. Eventually, I pulled away from his lips as a strand of our spit still connected us.

I laughed, "You are...insatiable."

The immaculately stylized hair between his ears had grown damp with sweat, not necessarily causing the hair in his mohawk to run, but still sag down over his forehead. The lad panted in dehydrated desire as he stared down at me between his mop-like bangs.

"I'm a growing boy," he throatily chuckled, licking his lips of our spit. "I'm trying to see how many times I can cum more than you."

"Ooooh, is this a challenge?" I grinned with ears perked high. "I could go for one, but I'm also getting a tad hungry, and might feel like inviting you to dinner next."

"First one to cum next is the winner?" He proposed. "And he pays for the meal?"

"You're on, kiddo!" My tail wagged against the sheets under us as I leaned up, pressing my muzzle against his into another dominant kissing contest. When we did part for air, I snarled down at the smug wolverine for him to, "Get ready. I'm gonna fuck you so hard..."

Smirking, the cocky lad snorted, "Bring it, ya old queen!"

"An 'old queen', am I?" I tilted my older muzzle, then licked my displayed fangs. My left paw raised behind the scruff of his neck, and I gripped it as he fought against a submissive whimper as I whispered, "I think a punk kid like you ought to learn manners. You need a good pounding."

A good pounding later, I won. I held the lad down on his back and easily slid my dogcock between his relaxed, quivering ass cheeks, then fucked another vigorous loud out of him only several minutes later. Sweat and the pungent scent of sex blanketed over us like a weighted quilt all the while. Digging my fingers into the soft pelt of his arching back, and he did the same, snarling out another orgasm after I'd pulled out upon feeling his ring clench weakly around my throbbing shaft. I panted heavily as I gazed down at Vivyan, the beautiful wolverine laugh flushed and blushing under his mahogany fur, covered in the last of his own spent seed, and still riding on his popper high.

He whimpered at his own defeat, "Damn it...why'd I lose...?"

"Vivyan," I gasped for air, stroking my Doberdane cock above his chest. "I've been around the world, fucked a few hundred men, and had my own cherry popped before you were born. You think I've never had...grrr, fuckin contests? Grrrrrrr, haha, think again!"

Thrusting forward into the air, I gushed the last of my scrotum's seed all over the lad's abdomen and upper chest, letting it stain his already messy fur as he tried extending his tongue out. Sadly, he only managed to catch a few drops from my spurts.

"Good boy," I encouraged, sighing before I knelt backwards to stretch my arms. God, they were so fucking sore. "Ngh! I...don't know if you're interested, but I was serious. About taking you out for dinner. Know any good spots for local food?"

"Can I shower first?" The equally exhausted wolverine half-smiled, half groaned as he tried standing, only for me to extend a helping paw. "Mmm, thanks, Seb."

I began walking with him into the bathroom. "Don't mention it."

***

The restaurant that Vivyan brought me to didn't have fine dining, let alone cushioned seats. It didn't even have much in terms of good lights, but damn, it had the single-greatest cheesesteak sandwiches I'd ever tasted. Philly's been known for their cheesesteaks, except the ones sold at Sylvester's Stand went out of its way to be best. My sandwich included onions, peppers, and diced salami blended into the steak meat, as well as grilled peppers under a heavy dosage of melted cheese on top.

We carried our delicious food to an outside table near the street, devouring our meals as a gorgeous sunset covered Philly's skyline. Not even dark yet, and the streetlights flickered on to illuminate our rickety table.

"Bon appetite, dude." Vivyan clamped his maw down on the cheesesteak he'd ordered.

"It's 'bon appétit'." I corrected the nonchalant wolverine, who shrugged at my pronunciation while flicking his tail at what no doubt had to be great flavors assaulting his taste buds. The same went for me after I'd chewed, then gulped down my first bite. "Holy shit."

"Tehe," Vivyan chortled, "I told ya it was fuckin' good."

The restaurant happened to be very close to the motel as well as the skate park where Vivyan had been earlier. Several men his own age, plus some younger preteens and teenagers pay past their curfews, walked to and from the main entrance, carrying their gear without a care in the world. The weight of adult life and postponed adult life didn't reach them yet, something I found myself envying. Within at most two more years, I'd be approaching fifty.

"So whatcha thinking of?"

My ears swiveled at him as I didn't move from my spot. "Huh?"

"Whatcha thinking about?" Vivyan asked again after swallowing down another fry. "You're staring out into the sky like there's somethin' to see. It's weird."

"Nothing, just life in general," I grinned. "And perhaps another round tomorrow?"

He licked his lips of dried cheese. "The fuck do ya think I'm gonna say?"