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The raccoon knocked on the door for the third time, this time hard enough that he could feel the cheap second story veranda underneath him shake a little at the force he was putting into the blows. It was late, it was windy and this was the last delivery he had to make before he could go home and either finish an assignment or curl and go to sleep and work on it in the morning, the wonderful life of a student without rich parents. He sighed and adjusted his glasses and double checked the delivery note on the pizza box against the number on the door but it was all correct so either it was a fake, which meant he didn't get paid but got pizza to take home, or the guy inside was probably some old goat who hadn't put on his hearing aid. Or worse, buzzed out of his mind.

Sam raised his fist to knock the door one last time when it finally opened. Inside the flat was nicer than outside but not by much, cheap table, second hand sofa and even a CRT with a, could it be? Yes, a VCR player attached. There was only one notably attractive thing in the apartment and that was standing right in front of the raccoon, a tall, toned, pierced wolf naked from the waist up with a puzzled look on his face that was replaced by a friendly grin a split second later. He had a tin of cheap local beer in his paw while the other scratched his white toned stomach slowly, the raccoons eyes following the hand as it went down and then past the hand to the wolf's, distractingly bulging, jean clad groin.

"Well hello there," The wolf said, his voice cheerful and light. "How can I help you cute stuff?"

The raccoon blushed at this, a full bloody blush that started under his dark cheeks and spread under his grey fur along his ample frame and settled in his cock, the forgotten organ giving a soft pulse. He wasn't used to be flirted with and especially not by the exquisite male specimen in front of him. It wasn't that he was getting hard, more so that his body was remembering the fact that sex even existed, it had been a fairly uneventful semester for the raccoon.

"Pizza delivery?" He replied, his brain dropping to its normal backup of his job. He held up the delivery bag and the bottle of soft drink to illustrate his point.

"Shame I didn't order pizza then, might have to more often if all the delivery guys are like you." The wolf replied, his grin deepening and changing from friendly to lustful.

"Fuck, really?" The raccoon said, his brain filtering out the flirting and concentrating on the fact that he was now down the fuel to get here. His face scowled up a little as he turned to go. "Sorry to waste your time, sir."

"Hey! Hold up." The wolf said and grabbed the raccoons shoulder, holding and squeezing it gently as he turned the chubby 'coon delivery man back to face him. "Could be my flat mates, come in and have a seat, I'll give him a call."

The regulations that the raccoon had been taught stated in very clear, non variable terms not to enter into someone's house while delivering pizza. He also knew that his feet were sore, it had been a long day and the wolf's touch and light massage was draining blood from his brain to an area that hadn't seen enough use lately. So he nodded and turned and followed the wolf as he walked in, trying not to perve on the toned muscles on the wolf's back or where the back met a thick somewhat scruffy tail and then two round orbs that stood out even through the blue denim.

"Just take a seat, my phone's in the other room." The wolf said gesturing to the sofa as he walked out of the room. As he walked the raccoon could see his pants slipping down to reveal just the top of his wonderfully round ass, the grey fur switching to white along the crack, only for the wolf to tug up his pants again before they revealed everything.

The raccoon set the pizza and drink down onto the table and then settled into the sofa which, despite its appearance and age, was surprisingly comfy. He looked around the room curiously and found it pretty bare, some pin ups of women draped over expensive looking cars, a collection of dvd's next to the television, quite a few empty beer cans by the bin. What you'd expect from the apartment of two young men. There was a scent too, not unclean or unwashed just... male, very male. He knew he'd smelt before, a while ago, but couldn't place it.

"Yeah, yeah, he's here now." The raccoon heard the wolf saying in the other room. "Want me to pay him?" Were the next words then they faded away too as the wolf walked away again.

Sam tapped his fingers on his knees in boredom and continued to look around until he stopped the tv remote and then, automatically, he reached out and flicked on the tv. There in front of him was ten inches of prime lion meat freeze framed right at the entry of a pudgy squirrels hole. Sam's cock jumped and started to grow at the sight while his heart went like a jackhammer. The wolf had been watching this right before he had arrived, that was what the scent was, that was why he took so long to open the door. But had he finished or...

Sam heard the wolf's footfalls and flicked the TV off again and tried to sit casually as the wolf walked back into the room, wallet in paw.

"Yeah he ordered it this morning for now but got held up at work. Said I should pay you for it and he'll reheat it later. How much is it?"

"Twenty even." The raccoon replied standing up, taking care to try and arranged his uniform shirt and pants to hide the now nearly hard cock in his pants.

"Easy then" The wolf replied as he pulled a twenty dollar note out of his wallet and passed it to the raccoon, their paws pausing as they touched for a moment but then returning back to normal as Sam put the note into his change pouch and then started to go.

"Oh yeah, i'm supposed to give you a tip." The wolf said with a grin and stepped forward, his too loose jeans falling down his legs and pooling onto the floor. The pants could have burst into flames or walked off to have their own life for all the notice the raccoon gave them though. His eyes were fully locked on the thick inches hanging from the wolf's groin, the thick cut pink meat pulsing and growing as he watched until it was pointing right at him like some oversized fleshy divining rod.

"Is this big enough? I never know how much to give delivery guys." The wolf said with a grin and then made his cock bounce, a soft gasp coming from the entranced raccoon in response.

"I... uh... You..." The raccoon murmured as he took on the sight of the fully naked wolf in front of him, the piercings didn't stop at his ears, nose or his left nipple, no they extended down to include the wolfhood pointing at him. The raccoon didn't really know much about genital piercings, all of his partners had been unaltered, even the bull with the nose ring, but there was golden ring right through the wolf white furred sack and a another right under the glans, a small one with a coloured bead. It was also the biggest cock the raccoon had seen on a canine, possibly even bigger than his ex's and he was a bull.

The wolf stepped forward and placed both his paws on the raccoon's head, cupping his muzzle and stroking back to let his thumbs flick at the short curved ears. Slowly he moved forward, the raccoons eyes locked on the bouncing shaft and those captivating piercings. He knew how this was going to go and opened his muzzle expectently, his eyes slipping shut as he wanted for the wolf to push him to his knees and then the heat of the wolf's cock to brush past his lips and slide down his tongue.

Instead he felt the wolf's paws moving down to grip his waist and pull him back, the pulsing rod of wolfhood pressing into his pudgy stomach and leaving it's sticky mark. Then the wolf's strong paws pulled him down onto the arm of the sofa. Sam opened his eyes to see the wolf dropping down to his knees and then nuzzling his package. Sam gasped as the wolf teased his length, nuzzling and occasionally gently biting at the captured occupants. Then the wolf's fingers scrabled with the button, trying to push it through and then finally succeeding. With that it was only a few more seconds until the pants were down around the raccoons ankles.

Sam looked down at the wolf who in turn was staring at the straining pair of blue briefs the raccoon was wearing, the front of them a dark blue and straining to contain the raccoons member. Teasingly slow the wolf eased the blue jocks down, thick dark pubic fur becoming exposed and then the thick base of the raccoons cock. Sam whimpered as he felt his cock being pulled down, it wasn't too painful it just felt odd, and then gasped as his cock bounced out and slapped his groin. Six thick inches of raccoon meat pulsed in the air, the tip covered by a long but loose foreskin. Sam's cock was more like a rocket than a tube though, thinner at the tip and getting thicker until at the base it was thicker than most peoples fingers could wrap around.

"Nice." The wolf growled out and tugged the underwear the rest of the way down, to reveal a set of low hanging balls, the same grey fur the covered the rest of the raccoon covering his sack too. Before Sam could reply though the wolf had swallowed every inch the raccoon had and was rolling the thick prick in his mouth like a gobstopper, his tongue forcing the sensitive organ up against the soft roof of his mouth. Sam gasped and shuddered in pleasure as the wolf sucked, nippled and occasionally just held still, letting the heat and moisture of the muzzle soak into his rod. The raccoons paws gripped the sofa and his dull claws dug in as he felt his balls starting to rise up already but his voice refused to work, all he could do was gasp and squeeze the couch harder until... until... until...

The wolf pulled up and grinned at the raccoon, his paws moving over the raccoons stomach underneath the red uniform t-shirt, squeezing the comfortable body in his paws. Slowly Sam felt himself calming down, his cock no less hard but his ball far less likely to burst, his breathing getting calmer and calmer until it was normal again. The wolf knew exactly what that meant though and in a second had taken the top half of the raccoons shaft, his tongue working over the thinner head in slow deliberate strokes, pleasuring the delivery man but not building him up as fast as before.

Sam shivered as he was pleasured so well, the wolf really knew what he was doing. Long minutes ticked away as the wolf built him up and then soothed him down only to tease him up again, a yo yo of edging. Somewhere along the way he got too hot and his shirt joined his pants on the floor, only his shoes and socks still remained on, his grey body broken up by three round diamondshapes in the middle of his chest, to which the wolf had commented "Cute." and then traced them.

Finally the wolf had had enough with the raccoons front and stood up, his muscular body and toned stomach a very pleasant background to Sam's view of the pierced python no less harder than it had been before. Then the raccoon felt himself being pulled up and the same soft lips that had been sealed around his cock were against his own, the talented tongue teasing were their lips met and then pushing in just a little further to tease the raccoon tongue tip. Slowly the wolf's paws moved down Sam's body, resting at his hips and then putting the slightest bit of pressure to it. Sam knew the wolf could just force him around, that this was the wolf's way of offering him a choice, but the way his cock was right now, rigid and almost raw, there wasn't really a choice at all.

The kiss held for as long as it could as the raccoon turned his body until their lips fall apart and all that was left was a blushing bespectacled raccoon and a lustfully grinning wolf. Sam finished his turn and bent over the sofa, his stomach resting on the arm with the rest of him laid down into the worn, comfy pillows. He couldn't see but felt his ringed tail being lifted and then moved the side. Sam felt his rump being spread about by tender fingers, probing and teasing his already loosened hole. He was no stranger to taking large cock, he liked them that way, but they usually used lube or...

"FUCK!" Cried out the raccoon as he felt an unexpected warm tongue work through his crack, stopping for a moment against his ring and then continuing down along the back of his nut sack. Before he could recover his composure though the tongue was moving up again, stopping and pressing against his ring a few times before moving up and then the wolf's jaw gently gnawed at the raccoon's tail base.Sam shivered and rotated his hips, unable to reach down to squeeze or stroke his cock any more, he was completely at the wolf's pleasure. And pleasure he did, the wolf's tongue was no less talented in his cleft than it had been around his cock and soon Sam was panting, his rear slick and his ring pulsing in need.

"Ready for the tip?" The wolf said in as deep a voice as possible, letting his voice rumble through the shuddering raccoon. He didn't wait for an answer, he didn't even know if the raccoon would be able to give him one, the way the raccoons cock twitched was more than enough permission for him. Slowly he stood and let his long rod rub through the saliva slickened cleft, his piercing eliciting a gasp from the raccoon as it rubbed past is entrance.

Back and forth, back and forth the long shaft sawed through the two meaty halves like a thanksgiving roast, and both men here were giving thanks, the raccoon for obvious reasons and the wolf for finding someone he found as attractive as the raccoon who didn't freak out at his size, in fact the grey furred 'coon seemed to get off on it. After a few more thrusts the wolf had teased himself enough though and he placed his paws on the raccoons hips, squeezing the generous proportions gently before lining his thick head up and then pressing forward slowly.

It was the wolf's turn to gasp this time though, he hadn't expected his thick head to slide in so easily, he always had to work for it, instead it was like a hot knife sinking into ice, there was only resistance when he pushed too fast. He meant to stop at the tip, to let the raccoon adjust to his girth, to his piercing, but instead he kept sinking in further, the raccoons rump almost pulling him in when he tried to slow down. He bit his lip as he went past the point most guys told him to stop at, where the pleasure of a large cock became a curse. Then he was there, balls deep inside the raccoon, his balls brushing the raccoons low hanging pair.

Sam was in seventh heaven. It wasn't that he was a size queen, he was happy with a guy no matter what size or shape his wang was, he just had been born able to take much larger than average dicks. Which is exactly what the wolf behind him had done. Then there were those piercings, he had expected them to sting, to hurt a little, instead they just felt like hard bump inside him, and when it pressed past his prostate he couldn't help but shudder in delight.

Several long moments passed by at the wolf just held himself deep, occasionally flexing himself and listening to the raccoon beneath him moan. It wasn't enough for him though and slowly he eased himself back, his muzzle dipping and watching as fat inch after fat inch of wolf dong slid from the raccoons rump until just the head remained. Then just as slowly he eased forward, mesmerised by the site of his monster rod embedding itself so deep inside the chubby raccoon again. The next repeation was faster and the next faster still until he was no longer easing back and forth but truly fucking the raccoon.

Sam screwed his eyes shut as wave after pleasure rode through him, his rump just the source of the pleasure but every part of his body jolted each time that piercing rubbed past his prostate. Part of him was worried it would be rubbed raw while the rest of him, a particular six inches of him, said "Fuck that" in a voice that blocked everything else out. His paws scrabbled along the pillows, digging in, tugging and almost tearing them as he couldn't reaching down to hold himself. His chubby cock jumped, pulsed and drooled, the old carpet gaining one more discolouration.

Between gritted teeth the wolf huffed and puffed as he started in on the homeward rush, he'd never been one for going for hours anyway and tonight was making it very hard for him to hold back. So instead he went all out, his balls slapping the raccoons so hard he worried about leaving a mark, but he didn't slow or stop. Instead he pushed harder, deeper, he burried himself further inside the raccoon than he had ever been inside anyone before, further than the raccoon had had anyone before. Then he pulled back right to the sensitive tip, to where the piercing made thing twice as good for him and exponentially as good for the raccoon.

The wolf's hips became a blur, only two or three inches moving the speed, the friction and the strength were all enough. With a sudden gasp for air Sam felt his cock erupt, thick wads of his seed shoot out and coating the old sofa and the floor. Then his voice hit in, his groan only the last half as though someone had unmuted him half way through.

Sam's body tensed and pulsed around the wolf who thrust himself in deep and held himself there for a moment before thrusting as hard and fast as he could, every single muscle he could use bulging as he made the sofa itself, the old heavy wooden frame creaking alarming, shift with every thrust. Finally he felt it there in his balls, rushing up his shaft and with only a second to spare he pulled back and then erupted into the air, his seed shooting over the sofa and hitting the tv with the first shot, the rest splattering over the raccoons back and rump.

Both furs stayed still, puffing, panting, exhausted. Neither of them heard the footsteps outside or the jingle of keys. The wolf registered the movement of the door but didn't react, he couldn't do anything more than fold half over and rest on his arms over the cum coated raccoon.

"Dude! It smells like jizz and ass in here." Exclaimed a white tiger as he walked through the door. "I thought we agreed if we jack off on the sofa we open... a... window..."

The tiger stopped mid sentence as he took in the sight of his room mate, massive cock still mostly hard though now pointing to the floor, with a cum coated stranger raccoon underneath him. Slowly he walked forward and picked up his pizza and drunk and then, without turning his eyes still glued to the scene, he backed away, struggled with the door and left.

"So," Said the wolf after a minute, feeling that the relaxed post sex silence had been replaced with awkward roommate interrupting sex silence. "Was the tip big enough?"

"Well it was," The raccoon replied as he stood up and turned to face the wolf, his own cock still rock hard, the foreskin now retracted. "But after I worked out the sales tax and stuff I think I owe you a little bit something back."

The raccoon grinned as he stepped forward, reaching down to take hold of the wolf's member again.

"Wait!" The wolf ejaculated suddenly. "Wouldn't adding tax mean I owe you more?"

"Just shut up." The raccoon replied and leaned up to kiss the wolf on the lips.