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John Blacksad and his companion Weekly had been spending a lot more time together, and not just because of work obligations. Some time had passed since they had first gotten closer to each other than either of them had imagined. It was clear that they had feelings for each other but it was something that needed to be hidden when out in the wider world. No reason to make them a greater target than they already were. But thankfully the pair were away from all of the detective work, spared the dangers of getting themselves wrapped up in this case or that, many of which involved them being hunted by goons or shot at. Far away from the streets of New York, the pair were tucked into a quiet hotel room located in New Orleans. Sharing a room and a bed, the two were just enjoying some time together on a more intimate level.

As the days passed John was showing more affection towards the weasel that reached just a bit higher than his waist. Now more than ever, the cat found it hard to keep his hands off of the weasel. The reason for that was Weekly putting greater effort into his workout routine. Still smaller than the famed feline detective, Weekly made up for that in sheer bulk. John found it impossible to not be impressed every time he laid eyes upon the shorter mammal. His arms alone promised so much strength, being so wide yet firm, showing through his fluffy brown pelt. Even while making simple movements they flexed and John often caught himself staring. Whenever he asked, Weekly let him feel them up and it always excited him how the muscle didn't budge in the slightest against his touching and squeezing. So hot and solid, Weekly's muscles were a marvel. These days his bulk was hardly concealed beneath his coat, the fabric was often straining to contain the mass it was meant to conceal.

Thankfully the climate of New Orleans spread Weekly's coat. On this day in particular, the night of Mardi Gras, it was especially hot. Wanting to go out and see the festivities for himself, Weekly opted to wear a simple tank top as upperwear. They both had gotten ready and when John stepped out of the bathroom he had to keep himself from drooling when he laid eyes on the weasel. Weekly was just standing there and yet his tank top was looking very tight, pressed firm to his body like a skin suit. And the choice of shirt allowed for his arms to be completely out and available to be seen and touched and licked...

Shaking his head, the feline put his focus back on getting ready to go out and enjoy Mardi Gras. It was just hard to not gawk at his friend/partner's body. Of course sharing a hotel room had more perks than being in close proximity to Weekly at all times. When it got late at night and John found himself in the mood, Weekly would give him what he needed. It was awkward for them both at first but as time passed they grew more comfortable and Weekly especially grew rather skilled, making use of his muscles when he was on top.

Almost routinely, John would be straining to keep himself quiet enough to not alert those in the other rooms that there were two guys having sex. But it was an arduous task; Weekly had become nothing short of a beast when they were in bed. When he was in control Weekly would be pounding away, moving his body in a way that seemed unnatural. Every thrust carried so much strength and they came rapidly as well. The usually timid weasel would make deep-toned noises while pummeling the feline's hole raw, stretching and filling it with his cock. It had gotten bigger as well, not much lengthwise but in terms of thickness, Weekly's length was akin to the top end of a baseball bat, and it was going for a home run! John was putty in the smaller male's strong hands, relishing every moment of being taken, ravished, at the mercy of the jackhammering adonis. It would come to an end with a powerful gush of hot cum, during his climax Weekly would hold him tight, just short of squeezing the air or possibly the life out of the cat. They would both collapse, Weekly's firm pecs and firm stomach resting on his taller partner's back, hearing the sweet purrs of satisfaction.

John shook his head, willing those thoughts out of his head as Weekly asked if he was ready.

Unable to help himself, the cat approached and took Weekly's thick arm. "Can I get one little flex before we go?" The weasel chuckled and did so. He didn't put much effort into the act and yet his arm swelled and firmed. John's hands were roaming all over the solid muscle, feeling up every bulge and contour. It was just making him all the needier. Knowing this wasn't the time, he elected for something that would be able to sate for him a while longer.

Taking Weekly by surprise, he got down beneath the arm and began sniffing at his pit, taking deep and longing breaths of the potent, natural aroma that Weekly produced. At this point the entire hotel room smelled of weasel but it was always best coming from Weekly directly. Keeping himself still and his arm lifted, Weekly let his partner get his feel. At first he felt weird about being sniffed. At one point everyone seemed bothered by the way he smelled and how often he bathed but the tables had turned. Nowadays it seemed that John and others at the office couldn't stop themselves from getting a sniff of him.

"A-are you ready now?" Weekly asked, failing to hide his excitement to see the celebration taking place outside. He could already hear the music and the people outside.

Pulling himself up and standing proper, John said he was and followed behind the excited weasel, doing his best to hide his erection. Looking proper when they reached the bottom floor, John made a point to shoot the female fox behind the lobby counter a flirtatious look, to which she smirked and winked. It was best to keep up appearances and chase away any suspicions before they had even come about. So far nobody suspected anything and those who remembered the two since their last visit still assumed they were just good friends saving money by sharing a room.

Being the first to get outside, Weekly marveled at the sight of Mardi Gras after dark. He had seen the festivities during the day but it was something entirely with the sun set and the stars twinkling high above. The lights were bright and vibrant. The music was upbeat and all but demanded one to move in time with it and all around were those in high spirits, leaving any and all of their troubles behind for the sake of having a good time. John rejoined his friend's side and even amidst all of the excitement, focusing on anything other than Weekly proved itself to be a great challenge.

"Come on!" Weekly said, taking John by the hand, leading him towards a densely populated area. He had seemingly caught sight of something and with his strength it was no trouble at all to pull the distracted cat along.

What caught Weekly's eyes was the first of a series of floats that were coming along. Each being fully decorated with their own theme, a symphony of lights, colors, and costumes too. John was able to tear his focus away from the weasel, taking a moment to admire the sight. They were fine pieces of work and the people on top of them were a sight to behold as well. Dressed to match the floats theme, some were wearing very little, scantily clad or showing off their bodies. John admired both the women and men but even the burliest of guys up there didn't match up to his favorite short stud.

Weekly noticed that John was really enjoying the floats that made him happy. He was loving it as well. It was all better than he imagined. So much fun and excitement all around. Confetti was raining down from above and the next float to pass by had people flinging beads. One of those throwing them caught sight of Weekly as he was smiling and waving. That prompted them to throw multiple at once that Weekly managed to catch, clutching the variously decorated strings in his hand. Doing this got him some attention. Being pretty short allowed him to go unnoticed by those not directly next to him but there came whispers, mutters, and even some whistles of approval as more eyes were on the muscular mustelid.

Realizing that he had garnered the attention of many. His eyes caught a group of three ladies. They were clearly attracted to what they saw and Weekly decided to flex for them. His tank top allowed those watching to drink in the sight of his body. Really showing off his muscles made the girls squeal and they ran right up to him. Weekly wasn't prepared for them to do that nor for their hands to reach out and grope him. On every side of him, they were touching and caressing his muscles. Weekly chuckled awkwardly, allowing them to do so, but he was feeling an increasing amount of discomfort from the unapproved contact.

John stood by, not entirely sure what to do. He could step in and get the ladies to back off but he didn't want the crowd to get any ideas about them. So he hung back a bit and watched as Weekly attempted to take control of the situation. The ladies weren't listening to him and one of them took things further by shoving her hand down Weekly's pants. Being a step too far, Weekly firmly pushed them away but didn't hurt them. Seeing his chance, John led Weekly out of the crowd, having a good reason to do so now.

"Everyone just wants to touch me..." Weekly said aloud. This wasn't the first time he had been approached and had his arms rubbed by strangers. But it was happening a lot more in New Orleans.

"Must be the heat," John said with a chuckle, doing his best to bring some levity. It seemed to work and the cat looked around, finding a place where they could get out of the public's view and cool off as well. It was a bar from what he could tell, having a surprisingly cozy atmosphere. The interior was somewhat old fashioned, most furniture pieces being made of wood. Looking around, John saw no women inside and that brought him relief. He and Weekly walked inside and eyes were on them again. Some seemed to be sizing them up and others were looking curious. It seemed to be the kind of bar that mostly consisted of regulars. They were all saying things to each other, communicating back and forth in a way that strangers usually didn't.

"Well, what brings a couple of outsiders like you here?" Strolling right up to them was a fit looking possum.

"What makes you think we're outsiders?" John asked tentatively.

"The way you walk and look around," the possum said with a smirk and scoff. "You two are making it pretty obvious."

"We're just trying to...cool off," Weekly said, drawing attention to himself.

"Well, you've come to the right place," the possum said, his tone of voice changing as his eyes were stuck on Weekly. "Right, guys?"

The other patrons in the bar raised their voices and began to laugh. Neither of the New Yorkers understood. That was until John looked around and began to put the pieces together. The rustic, almost cabin-like aesthetic, the entire place consisting of males, and the light smells of booze, sweat, and musk in the air. But the most telling things were the posters on the walls, various pin-ups of guys in provocative poses...

"Weekly we're in..." Blacksad said as he leaned down to whisper to the weasel.

"You're among your people." Cutting the feline off was the deep, resonating voice of the bartender. He was the biggest guy in the establishment, standing tall and wide, all of his muscles showing either through his clothes or his pelt. With his bulky arms crossed and his head slightly tilted, the bovine was sizing the pair of outsiders up.

"Come looking for a good time?" Sitting in a booth near them was a crocodile. He seemed to be mostly talking to Weekly and the weasel stammered.

"Hey, I saw him first!" Calling from a short distance was a burly yet also rotund grizzly. He came in, looking right through John, his goal also being to get with Weekly.

"Hey, ease off them!" the bull called and the others backed down. It seemed he had the authority and the respect of everyone else. He motioned for the two to approach and they did so, standing in front of the counter. That's when the bull smirked at Weekly.

"How about it? I'll give you a free drink if you just flex for me," the bull said.

John didn't like the sound of that but Weekly was doing it anyway, putting his arm on the counter and making it flex. The bull smirked and did the same, having his arm right next to the much shorter male's. Weekly was clearly the smaller one but having their arms side by side, it was the weasel who had proportionally thicker and stronger muscles. The bull actually looked surprised by this and the other patrons could see as well. That made them all the more interested in Weekly.

As more offers came from Weekly's way John stepped in. "We're actually together," he said, making a point to kiss Weekly on the cheek. The weasel actually blushed. John had never kissed him in front of others. While he didn't know how to react, the others just scoffed and chuckled.

"You mean you settled for that pussy cat? How about you ditch him and get with a real man?" the crocodile said, flexing his own muscles as he came in close. He wasn't the only one either. Other patrons from within the bar came in to get in between John and Weekly.

That's when Weekly stepped in to protect his friend and partner. He had never stood against someone like this but he was prepared to fight all them off if need be. Standing as tall as he could and readying himself was making all of his muscles bulge and his tank top had been struggling to contain Weekly's muscles up to this point. The weasel poising himself for a scrap was just too much for the clothing. With a series of loud rips and tears, the tank top all but exploded off of Weekly, leaving his upper half completely exposed, allowing everyone to see just how truly titanic his body was.

The previously confident and brash patrons then backed away, suddenly losing their confidence in a matter of seconds. One by one they retreated and the bartender even gave them the free drinks he promised, now looking pretty meek. Weekly huffed, needing to calm himself down. He had prepared himself to take on everyone that had been harassing them and adrenaline was still racing through him. John's hand being placed on his shoulder helped to calm him down. The cat was blushing hard and his pants were tented from his erection. Seeing Weekly in that state, displaying outward aggression, so ready to throw punches for him, it made John so excited. He could hardly speak and dragged Weekly out of the bar before either of them could touch their drinks.

"John! Where are we-" they made a turn into a nearby alley, traversing deep within it, weaving around and over various objects, getting them out of sight by those celebrating on the streets.

"I need you right now!" John said, his voice raw with lust and need for his partner.

Weekly wasn't sure at first but when he looked around saw that they were well hidden by the darkness and various junk piled in the alley. So he let John proceed. The first thing done was getting the remaining strips of tank top cloth off of him. With the entirety of Weekly's upper half in clear view, how could John resist his own urges, not to mention the display of courage that his shorter friend had displayed on his behalf.

He wanted to reward Weekly just as much as he wanted to fulfill his own desires. So John got down on his knees, not thinking twice about getting his pants dirty with alleyway grime. This position got him just about face to face with the weasel. His eyes fell on Weekly's chest, rising and falling in time with his excited breathing, making his pecs move as well.

Reaching his hands out, John made contact with his partner's arm yet again. Running them up and down, he felt how hard the muscle was, even when Weekly wasn't flexing. Looking back, it was a shame that the bar patrons had backed down. The idea of seeing the short but herculean cameraman throwing a punch that could likely break a hole through a stone wall...

Shuddering and moaning as well, John squeezed the arm with both hands and it reflexively tensed, firming and hardening even further against his touch. Even Weekly reacted, having an excited twinge in his voice. There was a bulge showing in his pants, a clear sign that he was enjoying this, but John resisted the urge to go there. He knew they didn't have a lot of time but he still wanted to provide a truly enjoyable experience for them both, to properly reward Weekly for what he had done.

"You sure nobody will-" Weekly's question was cut off when he felt his partner's face pressed into his solid chest. Nestled in between his pecs, the feline was gently purring and sniffing as well, taking in the masculine aroma that clung to him. Moving over to one of the pecs, John didn't hesitate to lick the sweat from the pec. The touch made Weekly jump a bit; warmth and smoothness had run right over his nipple. At first he jumped but handled the next one better. He had to admit that there was something a bit hot about doing this with a whole moving crowd of people just outside of the alley. The voices of countless people and the booming music would easily drown out their noises and even if someone stepped into the alley to piss they wouldn't need to venture far enough to stumble across them.

The pleasant sensations that came from John's tongue grew stronger from the licking being done again and again. Made even wetter with his saliva in addition to the remaining sweat, Weekly's right pec had firmed up in response to the tongue's movements and his nipple was rock solid. The other one was then given the feline's attention and Weekly got to feel it all over again. At this point the other mammal man knew him well and acted with experience, knowing just where to lick and how to do it as well, moving his tongue in certain ways that would make the weasel react the most. Every gasp and small groan that came from Weekly boosted John's ego and arousal. How could he not feel proud of making such an incredible living monument of muscle respond to his actions. For all of his licking, John was rewarded with more and more sweat that tasted so delightfully strong, always leaving him wanting more.

When he was done with the chest, John went right ahead and wedged his face into Weekly's underarm, pressing it directly to his smaller friend's pit. Weekly again jumped from how eager his partner, clearly all riled up and more than usual. He was all over him, showing no shame in getting his face wet with the perspiration that was equally intense in terms of flavor and fragrance.

"Mmm...." John hummed. Weekly chuckled and smiled, feeling both fondness and a growing sense of arousal. He lifted his arm even more to give better access and doing this earned him the feeling of the cat's breath, inhales and exhales that were directly against the cleft of his armpit. Moaning openly, the detective let his own excitement be known. With his face damp and the smell burned deep in his nose, John put his tongue to use again, touching it to the delightfully muggy area. A scent that would make even the biggest and strongest falter. It never failed to make him so weak in the knees. Picking up where he left off, the feline ran his tongue along the pit's shape, grazing over the skin that hid beneath the fur. It was even better than Weekly's chest. The smell was stronger and so was the taste. This sweat had been trapped beneath Weekly's arm, aged like a fine wine that John was all too pleased to savor.

The licking itself was done at a fairly brisk pace. John found that the most effective method of getting the taste all over the length of his tongue. Sliding it along the damp skin, he covered the most amount of area he could before doing it all again. He was doing a good job of cleaning away the sweat but the smell produced by it remained strong. There was also the taste that only lessened a bit, still providing John with plenty to savor.

Weekly's worries about the situation had dissipated by this point. He was reacting and responding just as much to his partner's actions. John's smooth tongue felt good, sliding along with such ease and precision. It brought a pleasure that spread outwards to the rest of his body, evident by the bulging in the front of his pants. This reaction wasn't just a product of the licking alone but also John's own actions and the sounds he made. In time with every lick came the sharp sound of the feline inhaling or him sighing deeply, his voice laced with thrill and satisfaction. Weekly couldn't help but shiver when he felt the sometimes warm and other times cool puffs of breath hitting his slathered pit.

Feeling that he did a good job on the first pit, John pulled away and then focused his attention on the other one. Weekly acted accordingly, lifting his other arm to give the eager feline full access. John didn't hesitate to dive right in. He let himself be consumed by incredible musk that emanated from the untouched underarm. Just as he had before, John worked to clean away the sweat but relished the natural, earthy aroma that flooded his nostrils. He moaned even louder than before, his voice being slightly muffled by the pit that his face was pressed firmly to. Hearing the moans made Weekly shudder. Even better were the licks that came just a bit faster and with a greater amount of pressure. Together the detective and cameraman shared sensuality and rising lust. Reacting to each other, the weasel kept himself available to be licked and sniffed while John continued to indulge himself. Even when his pits were cleaned of their sweat, John's desires weren't sated. If anything he just wanted more of the weasel, more to taste and smell. Focusing his attention further down, he finally sought to give attention to the manhood that was just barely contained within the pair of tented pants.

"A-are you sure we should-" Weekly's worries had faded, temporarily overtaken by excitement. But his worries came back as a pair of hands were working at his pants, undoing the button and pulling down the zipper. John went ahead and pulled down the pair of well-worn underwear that hadn't been changed for some time, allowing Weekly's maleness to spring free.

In the same state that Weekly's pits were in before being licked, his phallus and furry orbs were dewy with sweat, making the shaft glisten underneath the light of the fireworks that exploded high above them, illuminating even the alley's depths. The crotch musk was quick to waft outwards, making John's mouth water immediately.

With his arousal and need for Weekly's body flaring hot, John reached out and ran his hand along the swollen uncut maleness. Its girth was all too mesmerizing, demanding John's attention in various ways. Leaking from the tip was a thick and viscous line of precum. The substance added to the deep earthy haze that hung heavy in the air. Trailing his hand down, sliding it over the tip made Weekly shudder while he got his hand wet and sticky with the musky fluid.

That same hand took hold of Weekly's cock, at least as much as it could. John moaned just from the fact that he couldn't grasp it properly. Slowly he stroked it, watching and listening as his hand moved back and forth. Doing this made Weekly groan. In time with a throb of the weasel's flesh, there was another gush of precum. Some of it splattered down onto the ground while the rest continued to coat John's hand, making it all the sloppier.

"Oh John...." Weekly said, his voice dripping with pleasure.

With both hands, John continued to run his hands up and down. With both of them slick with the thick, musky precum it was easy for him to move them both along the length. The combined elements of sweat and pre produced a smell so potent that it was making John's head spin.

"John, please. I need it," Weekly said, biting his lip as his hands clenched and unclenched. Even with such a powerful physique at his disposal, Weekly was still his gentle self and was often hesitant to voice his sexual wants.

John responded to the request given to him. It wouldn't be easy but John had done it enough times, training his body to handle the sheer thickness without risk of injury. Sliding his hands back, resting them on Weekly's hard pelvis, John took it upon himself to service his partner. As soon as his lips touched the tip, John was taken by surprise by the pair of strong hands that placed themselves on the back of his head. They applied pressure that so easily pushed him down, spearing the length into his maw.

"Oooh..." Weekly just couldn't help himself. The acts and the place they were doing this. He just couldn't help himself; needing this so badly. He got John to take most of his thick musky cock in one go. Being of average length, Weekly's total length had his tip slipped into the throat when the whole thing was inside. But it wasn't the amount of inches that made Weekly such a challenge. It was that incredible girth that spread his windpipe and kept his mouth wedged wide open.

"Mmm..." Moaning around the throbbing and leaking flesh, John savored the flavors of precum and sweat. With his nose all but pressed into the crotch he was also able to breath in the crotch musk directly from the source. He managed to take it all; feeling no pain or strain from the wideness that kept his mouth parted.

Feeling the other man's balls pressed snug to his chin, John purred and ran his tongue along the shaft's underside, earning a reward in the form more precum, coming in hot and plentiful in time with the next pulse. Swallowing it down sent shivers down his spine while also making Weekly grunt, feeling the wet passage squeezing around his dick.

"S-Sorry, John... Are you okay?" Weekly asked with his voice quavering. With his mouth full, John still managed to nod and voice his approval through muffled words. "I'm gonna keep going s-so..."

Weekly began to move John's head up and down, controlling the pace of the blowjob. Spreading his legs and leaning against the wall of the alley, he moaned out. The heat and slickness of the feline's mouth felt so good. Making it even better was the feline's tongue moving about while the other man was in control. John moaned even louder from the sweat that he managed to collect on his taste buds.

"Mmm... Rrgghh..!" The pleasures were so intense and Weekly couldn't hold back his growing need for more. More pleasure with a greater intensity. He hadn't realized it, but his more dominant side was coming out and he was acting on what he wanted, holding his partner's head steady instead of moving it back and forth. Giving himself a much greater amount of control, Weekly proceeded to thrust into his lover's mouth, applying a bit of strength on his end. While it wasn't much from his perspective, John felt the weasel's balls bouncing against his chin with every thrust.

"Your mouth feels so good..." Weekly expressed his joy at being able to penetrate the other male's maw and throat.

These words coming from the shorter male flattered John and he did his best to suck and lick in time with every pump that came his way. He also let himself drift off, submitting himself to the muscular mustelid's power and smell. Though the thrusting was rough, Weekly wasn't treating him harshly. There was a certain amount of care behind each push. And though John gagged from his throat being stretched around the girth, he wasn't overwhelmed and he was in fact eager to take even more of the shaft and the precum that was flowing from the tip.

They reacted to each other. Knowing that they could be caught at any moment, Weekly began thrusting even faster. The bulge in John's stomach was bigger as the length was reaching down further. Along with their moans, either unfiltered or muffled, were the steady smacks of Weekly's balls hitting the cat's chin and with the gulps from John swallowing down the dense and musky precum that kept his insides feeling warm. More pre was coming out in time with the weasel's cock throbbing harder and his balls churning in preparation to release their contents.

"I'm nearly there..." Weekly said, informing the other man of his status.

He took things a step further by thrusting in even harder and faster, fucking John's mouth with a ferocity that matched his deep grunting and growling. His more dominant side was fully unleashed. John wasn't being pushed too far but he was at the mercy of the smaller mammal's pounding. He got by via breathing through his nose, taking in more of the intoxicating manly scent from its source.

With a final push, Weekly huffed deeply, making an almost animalistic noise as he reached his peak and came hard down the other male's throat. Firing out with force from his bulbous tip, running hot directly into the cat's stomach, Weekly's cum was making John's throat well. He didn't need to actually swallow the substance down but John just couldn't resist; absolutely loving the taste and richness that slathered his tongue and walls of his throat.

Pulling his mouth free from the shaft, John looked up with a satisfied expression that was matched by Weekly's. The weasel's hands eased from his head and he wiped the sweat from his brow. Seeing this brought John's urges back but he kept himself in check for the time being. The night was still young and there would be time to sate themselves. But for now there was a celebration to enjoy.