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The fox wiped his paws together and breathed out a gentle sigh, looking up at the clock. It had been a long day, but certainly not one he didn't enjoy: as a masseur, the people who came to him once usually stuck with him, allowing him to form a friendly relationship with his clients, and whatever of their lives they were willing to share served as his entertainment throughout the day. This fox, William, usually waited a while after the official closing time of the parlor, to accommodate any clients that may come in late. Today, though, he had something to do, a certain someone to call. He placed his various towels and oils into the top of a set of drawers in the room, and took out a small scrap of paper that he had placed in there earlier. Seeing the handwriting again made him shiver with memories, so sharp and fresh due to being only a few hours old...

'Alex Long', the paper said, followed by a phone number. Alex Long, the otter who had been William's second client of the day, who had left him totally exhausted; Alex Long, whose last name was quite the coincidence. William had seen more than a few attractive people come in through his door in his years in this business: tall wolves who played soccer and whose fur glistened even without the massage oil; cats that just had that type of body; one time, a black panther whose muscles were as wide around as William's head, and felt like furry watermelons when he set to work on them... some of these clients kept on coming back, and when one of those soccer wolves asked for a special massage, he found that he couldn't say no. This became a regular thing, and the wolf must have said something, because William soon received an influx of soccer players who, when asked, all turned out to play for the same team.

Not that William minded, of course. For one, if it got to the owner of the salon that he gave his clients sexual massages, he would be fired; and, secondly, he enjoyed giving them about as much as the clients enjoyed receiving them.

This was another reason he moved away from home to a city like this, where nobody cared who or what he was, and people even praised him for it sometimes, in contrast to the more conservative ways of where he was born and raised. His mother didn't appreciate William practicing his massaging on the cute neighbor boy, a german shepherd, back near the end of high school. So, needless to say, she was outraged when she opened the door of his room to find the dog missing his pants on top of his usual shirtlessness, and William working on his 'tongue massages', so to say. Her reaction - as well as his father's - had solidified his idea of moving out, and upon graduating high school, he did. Now, a few years later, he lived in his own apartment by himself (though not without the occasional visitor), with a pretty well-paying job and a circle of close friends, most of whom shared his deviation in sexuality, and some of whom may or may not be the special visitors of his. He still calls his parents around Christmas each year, at least.

Still at the drawer, he finds his cell phone in the pocket of his pants, pushed near the back where he left them; the dress code here at Tiger Lily Massage is, for the males, a speedo (and nothing more), so he had to remove everything else upon arrival. He used to be embarrassed about being so close to naked in front of so many strangers every day, but he quickly got over this, as clients with far worse bodies than his strip down, sometimes totally in the case of a full-body, in front of him without hesitating in the slightest. Now, embarrassment only plagues him when it's a rather attractive patron, and his speedo seems suddenly to grow too tight on him. Again, his mind flitted back to Alex Long from early this morning, who had fucking posed for him - well, really, it was just him stretching, but with a body like that...- and William felt himself growing warm all over again, though especially in one specific area...

He tapped the number from the paper into his phone, mind recalling everything that had occurred between him and the otter this morning, as well as imagining what would soon follow. As a masseur, William had to have a good knowledge and memory of the body, specifically of muscles, how to tell if they were tense, and if so, how to soothe them... one could say that he specialized in relieving tensions pent up in hard places, and it wouldn't be a lie or exaggeration. Years of vague interest turned hobby turned profession trained him to remember the feelings of bodies and muscles - and, oh, God, even after so many hours of working with others, he could still remember Alex's so well.

The phone rang a few times in his ear after he hit the 'call' button. Despite himself, nervousness started to creep into him as he waited for the otter to pick up, but he fought it back. After all, he wouldn't have given William his number at the end of his appointment if he didn't want to talk.

"Hello?"

"...Alex?"

"Hi, William! I was wondering when you'd call." The fox was more than a little surprised at hearing this; not only did Alex remember his name, but he recognized his voice, too. That was as good of a sign as it could get.

"I was busy. Just finished work."

"I figured. So, have you thought about my offer? I'm telling, Space Harlots has got to be the best series I've ever been in... and I'd love to work beside you, with those paws of yours."

...William? In a porno? "I... um, I mean -"

"Come on! Haide! High Overlord of the Milky Chest galaxy, captain of the interstellar ship Jupiter's Cock! It'll be great. In the third, I fucked your wife to learn the whereabouts of your ship, and in revenge for her infidelity, you gathered a harem of fine women from around the universe and now make your wife watch you do a variety of them several times a day. Doesn't that sound awesome?"

"I... uh... I'm not into women..."

"Shame. Well, alright. What is it you wanted, then?"

"I, ah..." William hadn't felt the pressure of asking someone out on a date since high school, and even though this was different, he still certainly felt the similarities. "I was wondering if you'd like to get together somewhere. You know, just to get to know each other better."

"You'd like to better acquaint your muzzle with my cock, wouldn't you, foxy?"

William blushed. He looked down at his feet, totally flustered and unsure what to say. Alex had said it jokingly, yes, but there was something about his voice, the dominance presented in his words, that made the fox's speedo tighten just a little - and, besides, the thought of the action was exciting enough. "Um..."

"Yeah, sure, I'm good with seeing you. God knows I had fun today, and you seem like a cool guy. How's my place sound? I live on my own; we don't have to worry about bothering anyone. Or being too loud and waking someone up later, if that's the case..."

William fumbled again through the drawer, searching for a pen. Behind him, and almost out of his own awareness, his tail wagged slowly. "Yeah! Yeah, um - I'd like hat. What's your address? I can leave in, like, five minutes..."

He wrote down the address on the same paper that had his number, and had to keep himself from rushing as he pulled his pants up his legs. By now, his excitement had gone down, but only slightly; he had to walk home to get to his car first, and hopefully his predicament would resolve itself before he had to show himself in public, as tight pants like his never lie. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he put on his shirt next, for he realized very well that it would come off again by the end of the night.

Alex did seem interesting enough, though. William went over the conversation they had at the start of his massage as he stepped out into the hallway and headed towards the front of the building. Behind that large, thick cock and the ripples of muscles that textured his chest, his arms, his stomach, his legs, his everything else, the otter was just another person, like William himself, or like Laura the receptionist, who blew a kiss and waved to the fox before he left. Certainly he had a life before he uploaded that amateur video which got him professionally involved in pornography -

Oh. Yeah. There was that, too. William had almost forgotten about that somehow. What were the chances of someone like that walking into his massage parlor, and then asking, specifically by name, for him, under recommendation from a friend for his 'special massages'? Had William not known better, he would've thought that he had already unknowingly been in a porno.

Outside, the day had warmed up considerably since this morning. Strange; inside Tiger Lily, he was surrounded by contented silence, gentle, floral scents, and a misty, pleasant warmth, while outside here in the city, various profanities of these senses assail his senses. No, this is not an unpleasant city in which to live. By far, no. Still, though, the fox recoiled a little at the sour tang of car exhaust hanging in the air, at the almost harsh brightness of the sun at this hour, at the drier, more stifling sort of heat than inside. However, he can't help but take a deep breath and look at the city around him, as he does every day upon leaving work. Off to the left, streets disappear into mazes walled by countless thousand-windowed skyscrapers, all built in different styles, built of a different color of stone - pink granite, rough to the touch; smooth grey stone, in varying shades; buffed and polished steel. He can only see the upper tips of the taller buildings to his right, for a park stretches on from this street for quite a while, verdant green and rolling like a swollen sea frozen in time, spotted with trees and containing a little pond by the sidewalk that links one entrance with the opposite one. Many times before had William walked that sidewalk, and likewise, many times before had he walked the grass instead. Each time, he was amazed at how quiet it was: in the park, the sounds of the city seem to be dulled and muted out, maybe by the grass, maybe by the trees. Or, perhaps, it's a mental thing. He did not regret moving to this city, especially considering where he came from, or the only other place to which he could return, but it was still nice to get away from it all, even if 'away' consisted only of an expanse of grass that stretched maybe two or three blocks.

Does Alex like walks in the park? Hard to say right now, considering how to the two had exchanged more in body fluids than they had in words. William looked both ways down the street before stepping out into the crosswalk, his tail still flicking and stirring with thoughts of tonight. This time, their time spent together would be used to get to know each other better, in a less physical sense than how William's paw had gotten to know that cock of Alex's in his massage room this morning. No sex tonight.

...Well. Okay. Maybe some sex. As time and circumstance permitted.

William lived on the other side of the park from Tiger Lily, where the density of the city lightened considerably and became more a c luster of residential developments and apartments and the like, as compared to the nearby commercial high-rises. He had quickly grown accustomed to the noises of cars on nearby roads, and now these sounds, a gentle myriad of rumbling and purring permeated by the occasional horn, served to soothe him and lull him faster to sleep than keep him awake, as he had expected them to. A good thing about living so close to his workplace is that , when in a rush, he could get to either in a relatively painless amount of time -

• and, within five or six minutes, he was unlocking his front door. Depending on how far Alex lived from here, it might only be that much longer after the fox got into his car; the thought of this caused a warmth to pulse in more than one part of his body. What did Alex think was the reason he wanted to see him? Whatever came to him as an idea didn't bother him in the slightest, though; nobody had ever responded so easily and readily to the fox before. Maybe, if the fox hadn't been to ask, Alex would've taken the opportunity and done it himself.

Should I dress nicely for him? the fox asked himself. Yes, there's no doubt that whatever he put on would just come off later, but it might be a while before that happens. There's always the worry of being overdressed; if it's just a house visit, though, is there really much of a reason for William to wear more than the shorts and t-shirt that he had on? Should be bring something? What could he bring? Maybe -

...Okay. He breathed in, held that breath for a moment, and then breathed it out. This wasn't the first time that he and a client had gotten together again after the end of the day, and of course, William wasn't like some cheap prostitute. He honestly got interested in the lives of the people that come to him... hell, usually the reason they go to Tiger Lily is to, of course, receive a massage, or in other words, to purchase a little escape from these lives of theirs. This was, however, the first time that he had asked the client to spend time together, instead of the other way around.

Why was that?

Before leaving again, he ran into the bathroom and checked himself in the mirror, smoothed down his fur, adjusted his shirt collar, tried to get both ears to face the same way for one time in his life but failed, thanks to the tendency of his left to point off somewhere else. A glance at his cellphone verified that he was, indeed, making good time: 5:13 PM. Couldn't even properly be called night yet - or, hell, not even evening, either.

He almost started worrying about when Alex expected him and when he should get ready to leave based on that, but caught himself. Most likely, the otter didn't care. Since he didn't specify any time, it made sense to assume that he didn't have any other plans, right? Besides, William wanted to see him soon, and he had an odd feeling that Alex felt the same way about him.

As the fox went into his bedroom and debated putting on a different shirt, he found that his thoughts always trailed back to him, to Alex. Where was he from? What were his parents like when he was growing up? Even with their brief encounter this morning that was mostly physical rather than anything else, William found a strange sort of... familiarity in him, something he recognized in those taut, warm muscles, and his just-as-warm voice. For William, growing up was tough; he was always caught against a hard place or put up to a hard choice, and usually in more than one sense. He didn't outwardly show it, but at first, Alex was a little restrained in his speech and mannerisms, especially how he brought up how one of the masseur's past clients (and one of his 'special friends') recommended for him to get a full-body massage, saying enough so that only someone who knew what he was talking about would pick it up; and, then, he was certainly hesitant when he right-out asked for the massage. Of course, William had to wait for him to request it, no matter how much he wanted to start it; if it turned out the client didn't want one, he could, and probably would, be fired. Hell, him doing it at all could get him fired again, if it got out to the owner. Still, though, in the fox's mind, the pleasure far outweighed the risk, and he had been doing it for a few years now without getting caught, so what were the chances of that happening now?

He decided that what he had on was fine, considering how Alex probably wasn't going to dress up for the occasion, and started toward the door. It shouldn't really be all that hard finding the otter's house: since William grew up with the knowledge that his navigational skills were less than Magellanic, he bought a GPS for his car, to use for the few times he had to go somewhere other than work or the store about seven walking minutes down the street. After getting into his car and checking himself in the mirror one more time, he tapped the address into the GPS, then sat there and just breathed for a while as it worked, preparing himself for the coming night. Of course he was nervous - about as much as he was excited; Alex was a really cool guy, and he liked him, and he didn't want to do something to mess up this friendship of theirs, if it could be called that as of yet. The car sputtered to life, and the garage door noisily pulled up at a quick button press. He glanced down at the screen of the GPS for an idea of which direction he would be heading: looked like Alex lived on the edge of the city, far away from the crowded streets near the skyscrapers, and even farther from the factories and their noxious plumes and billows of black smoke.

William envied him this. While he really did love the city, its people, its architecture, the style of living it required, everything, he somewhat missed all of these of his old life. Really, in high school, he had more good friends who supported him tan he did bullies or people who looked down on him because of his differences; there was always something soothing and calming, something oddly charming about walking alongside the road that ran by his house and seeing the endless expanses of wheat and tall grass that stretched out in all directions; and there was how if he waved at someone he passed on the sidewalk, he would more often than not get a wave back, or a hat-tip, or a nod, instead of having that person look away and almost imperceptibly quicken their step, as the common reaction here seemed to be.

What, exactly, was it about him that made Alex so interesting, so captivating? William thought about this as he slowed to a stop at the light down the street, currently red. Usually when a new client comes in, they're a bit hesitant and reserved in their speech and actions, as is expected for a stranger. However, from the start, Alex treated William like a good friend... or, a good friend-with-benefits, at least. Firmly muscled - an otter with the body of someone who might go to the gym in his spare time when he was nothing to do - with a somewhat deep voice, but the way he presents himself, he's not intimidating in the slightest. Hell, he's the exact opposite... but why is that? How?

William pressed his foot down onto the gas pedal, slowly, and looked down at the screen again. Alex had a... something to him, something that genuinely made the fox want to sit down with him over a cup (or two or three) of hot chocolate or whatever and learn about his life and his past, something that made him want to see him more than just tonight, perhaps on a routine basis. All of this after a little conversation and a big massage.

...This thing Alex had was allure. He was like a gem embedded into a rock: William wanted to learn more about him, about who he was and where he came from, why he's here now. And, also, he's quite pleasant to look at. So there's that, too. William could almost imagine his words now: 'I grew up in a family that was very supportive of my sexuality...' That would explain things. Upbringing played a large part in someone's personality; William grew up scared to trust people until he got to know them as close friends, so now, he's shy and quiet, reluctant. Alex is the very opposite of that. He doesn't wave around and brandish his sexuality - no short shorts, or women's pants, no girly-cut shirts, no obscene fur or hair dye, no piercings - hell, not even a lisp. Had he not asked for a handjob, William would have gone about his day thinking that that attractive otter who came in earlier was straight.

Well, he would've been half-right.

William couldn't really speak of his preferences in guys, given how he spends most of his weekdays in nothing more than a speedo with his paws all over the bodies of clients of both genders. He has a bit of a lisp, a thing whose obviousness he often asked his friends of when he was growing up; he wears shirts that are maybe a bit tight on him; and his first boyfriend did tell him that he was, by far, the more feminine of the pair. Simply put, William liked his guys to be normal - and, for the most part, Alex fit that description. The only abnormality on him was his damn cock size, but then, it was a good difference. A very good one.

What were Alex's interests? Very hard to say from an encounter such as theirs. Did he like crime heist movies, or musicals, or B-movies, or all of these? How about books? Certainly, he read. William just finished an adorable gay romance; maybe he could get the otter to read it, and then they could talk about it together and fanboy over it, like he and his german shepherd neighbor boy used to do so often. If anything, that was one thing, one person that he missed from high school. They had only really started talking his junior year, and didn't get close until senior year (near the end of which being when they got really, really close, napping together until William's parents got home and doing naughtier things on weekend nights).

Realizing that he had strayed a little from his side of the road, William spun the wheel a little and righted himself. According to the GPS, he didn't have too long left until he'd reach Alex's. This was a part of the city he didn't recognize - he must have been lost in thought for a while, as there was no sign of buildings cutting into the sky on any horizon, or any smoke or pollution. The streets here were no wider, although they did have a split down the middle, in which a little tree was planted every ten or fifteen feet. The roads float atop gentle rolling waves of hills, much like in the fox's hometown, but here, trees are far more common, and the road is actually paved with asphalt instead of a thin layer of tar and gravel; the sidewalks are actually sidewalks, not dirt paths beaten into the earth between fields; the trees actually have leaves on them! Something else he had noticed: back home during autumn, the leaves only stayed their fall colors for a week or two before being shed, and nowhere near as bright of hues as in all the movies. Here, they'll stay wearing their cloaks of fire for the majority of October. Not only is that interesting, as well as a pleasant change, but it's also fucking beautiful.

"Turn right," droned the GPS. William noted that this street was the same one in Alex's address and he tried to keep down the same nervousness from before. The street is wide, but still somehow mostly shrouded in the shadows cast by the big trees in each yard - another nice thing about this place. William had always loved trees, and when he was growing up, the closest thing he had to a tree was an overgrown fig bush in the backyard (it was pretty much a poofy deciduous tree that had had its trunk cut off and so sat on the ground).

He slowed down as he approached where he thought the house was, keeping his eyes on the numbers painted onto the curb. Sure enough, he came to it soon, and pulled into the driveway. "You have arrived at your destination," the GPS told him, a little late; he turned his car off and just sat there for a moment, thinking about what he would say when the otter opened the door, before he stepped out of the car. Instantly, he recognized the air as being different from that of where he lived - it wasn't necessarily sweeter here, just... less sour, less pungent. It felt more as if he was breathing in actual air instead of a thin dust cloud, as he did sometimes during rush hour.

Alex lived on a little hill of his own, the subtle bulge in the earth upon which it sat made more obvious by how the path leading to his door sheaved into steps at three points. Must be hell to mow; not only that, but he has a tree on either side of that path, and a little garden of brightly colored flowers and the like circling each trunk. The front of his house is bordered with thick but well-cut shrubs, kept just below window level. The house itself is made of sturdy brick, whose colors range from pink to rust to blood, and rises two stories into the air - though with the second floor being notably smaller than the first. Perhaps, William though, this - this environment, this atmosphere, this pleasant living situation in general - was the reason behind Alex's good mood.

Surprisingly, the surroundings actually put William more at ease, as he finds his heart not to be pounding as much when he went up to the door. He pressed the doorbell, heard the faint ringing coming from inside the house, and held his breath. He knew that this was the right address, but he still couldn't help but worry if he had gotten the right house, funny enough... a simple side effect of his nervousness. What should he say when that door opens? 'Hello'? 'Good afternoon'? 'Greetings'? Maybe -

The first thing that his eye caught when the door opened was the prominent bulge in the otter's speedo. Given what he had seen (and handled) earlier in the day, it truly surprised him that there was room at all for everything. Alex leaned against the threshold and smiled. "Hey there."

William swallowed. It looked as if Alex had just finished bathing: his fur was slick and shiny, and looked to be even softer than it did before. He seemed refreshed, too; perhaps he had just woken up from a nap or something. "Um... hi, I -"

"I was wondering when you'd get here." He straightened up and stretched his arms over his head; William took the chance to allow his eyes the look they craved. Alex stood at a slight angle to him, so form where he stood, William could see the base of the otter's thick cock and plump sack, revealed in the space left as the rest of him strained against and lifted away the restricting garment. Alex had a musk and taste that were different than those of any other guy. Usually, he found it a little sharp or a little pungent, and had to spend some time getting used to it, acquiring the taste, before he could nuzzle up against the underside of the guy's shaft and breathe deep without cringing, or gagging, or being startled with the richness; he doesn't experience this with Alex. At least, this morning, he didn't. The fondness of his scent was already there when it came to him, and the want of it certainly was, too. William shifted and coughed. "I actually just got out of the pool," the otter continued, rolling his shoulders and popping his neck. "Can never relax too much, right?"

"Yeah. Relax." William forced himself to avert his eyes, and looked up to see the otter still giving him a warm smile.

"So! Come in, come in. I was just about to start dinner."

"Oh?" When William stepped into the house, he noticed a slight increase in temperature; it wasn't hot, but rather, pleasantly warm, with a noticeable humidity that lent the space a drowsy, comfortable feel. Probably had something to do with being an otter. He had a fairly simple sense of decoration, William noted, but it worked well in this house. The tile flooring of the entryway turned to soft earth-colored carpet in the next room, where a flight of stairs ascended against the window; the turquoise water of a well-maintained pool (and a hot tub too) shimmered in the sun through a wide window. The fox followed him down a hall to the right and into a kitchen.

"Yeah. Nice, nutritious meal of gourmet leftovers. Lasagna, from yesterday. You want some?"

"Yeah, sure. I wasn't sure if I should've eaten or not before coming over, so... well. I didn't."

"Well, sit your sweet ass down. It'll be ready in a moment." Alex stood by the refrigerator while William took a seat at the table on the other side of the room. The table is round, somewhat small, and looks to be made of the same heavy high-quality red-stained wood as the cupboards and other things.

The otter bent over, probably a bit farther than the act of retrieving the lasagna necessitated, but this wasn't something that bothered the fox too much. This time, he did not avert his eyes: he drank in the sight of Alex's toned legs and upper thighs, and he watched his backside as the thick tail swished gently from side to side, each time it did so revealing another glimpse at what the speedo strained to contain. He remembered the feeling of that rump, the warmth of those inner thighs, from when he had given him that massage earlier n the morning...

"I take it you'll want something to drink, too?" he called over his shoulder. William watched him as he slid slices of the lasagna onto two plates, and then licked his fingers each time before putting one of the plates into the microwave. "I have, um... gosh, I'm not sure. Milk. Juice, in... four different varieties, three fruit and one vegetable. Um. Soda - one, two, three, four... a lot of soda. What'll boat your float?"

From here William could, again, clearly see the outline of Alex's shaft in his speedo, thanks to how he was standing. "Soda, please."

"Matter which kind? ...Hell, if you asked for it flat, I could probably oblige." He heard the sound of the tapping of a claw on a plastic bottle. "...Yep."

"I'll have whatever isn't flat. Thanks."

"Alright." The otter took two two-liter bottles from the fridge, one mostly full and one half-full, and poured two glasses; one for him and one for his guest. The microwave beeped, and he brought over William's lasagna with his drink, that same smile form before still on his muzzle. "So," he said, and placed the food in front of the fox. "Tell me about yourself."

"Um. About me?" Tendrils of steam rose from the food and disappeared into the air just as quickly as he could catch sight of them. Despite being a day old, and maybe not made of top-shelf ingredients, it smelled wonderful.

Alex hopped onto the granite counter and sat there after putting his own food in the microwave, kicking his legs and keeping one eye on the timer. "Yeah. You. I wanna know how a cute boy like you ended up here, in such a city as this. You don't really seem like the type, you know? You're too... I dunno. What's the word?" The microwave beeped, and he slid off the counter. William got another good look at his backside as he stood to get his food. "...Soft? No, that's not it..."

William dug into his own lasagna, hoping that the chewing would hide the hot blush he felt. He waited until after he had swallowed to speak. "Um. You first."

"There's not much to tell. What, exactly, do you wanna know?"

Nothing about you is 'not much', thought the fox, eyeing the bulging speedo he was presented with when Alex came over to take his seat across from him. "I wanna know how you got involved in... well, in what you do. It's not exactly a common occupation."

"Porn?" He grinned. "Yeah. I don't mean to brag, but... well, you've gotta be pretty... um... pretty something for the professionals to come to you. I told you all about that earlier today."

William smiled as he cut into the food with his fork. He remembered that. That essentially started the whole special massage thing. Alex had brought up how he posted a video of himself to an amateur porn site, and then discovered that it had become the most popular video on that website, which led to a professional company - whose representative had a verified account on the site - to contact him. Funny story. Not really dinnertime conversation, though, but oh well. "So what kind of video was it? Don't leave me hanging."

"I never leave guys hanging - when I'm done, they're always standing." Again, he grinned. William couldn't help but laugh at this. "It was just a solo thing - only surprised me more at the popularity it got. See, I had a nice, a little table that was just the right height, and a pretty nice camera I had gotten from my grandma for Christmas like a year before. Funny thing about that - many of the comments were about the video quality. 'I feel like I'm watching this through a window, it's so clear'; 'nice sound quality, and vid too'; 'the macro on this is amazing'... that sorta thing. Was a gay website. That's probably part of the popularity. You know Dyana?"

"Dyana?"

"Yeah. Dyana Maarloeve? White wolf, fuckin' brightest blue eyes you've ever seen, nice rack? I know you don't like girls, but maybe you've seen one of her videos in passing? ...No? Oh. Well, she got her start like I did, and look where she is now. Hell, she was in a movie that wasn't a porno recently. I'm telling you, you know her."

"What movie?"

"Um. European Playboy."

"No way! I saw that. Who was she?"

"The slutty wife. Who else?"

"Which slutty wife?"

"The white wolf!"

The fox chuckled. "Oh. Right. Sorry."

"Anyway. I never saw it coming, but... hell. I'm glad it did. Look at me now. How about you?" Alex looked up from his dinner, genuine interest on his face. That was nice to see. "How'd you get interested in your massage thing? That's not really something that public school prepares you for."

"I can say the same about what you do." This got a little laugh from the otter. Having finished the dinner, William took a sip from his drink and then sat back in his chair. "But... you know, I can't really say what it is that made me want to do this. I don't know. I don't wanna say I woke up one morning and decided 'hey, I wanna rub strangers for a living', but... for all I know, that might be what happened. It just seemed like something easy and interesting that paid well, and it is. I..." he considered bringing up his german shepherd, but felt another blush coming on, and so shut his mouth.

Alex waited for him to finish, but when he saw he wouldn't, swallowed his mouthful of food and set his fork down. "Well, stick with it, 'cause you're good at it. Damn good."

This time, the fox couldn't hide his blush. He looked away. "Oh. Um... thanks."

"Do most of your sessions turn out like mine did?"

He looked up just in time to see a quick wink. "...What?" he stammered. "Um... no. Well - some - I mean..."

"I know what you mean."

"You do?"

"Of course I do." Alex struck a pose where he sat. "Only when someone as handsome and sexy as me comes in, right? You just can't help yourself."

"Oh God." William laughed. The otter across from him gathered his own plate and glass and carried them over to the sink, then came over for his guest's. When he leaned over the table to do so, William noticed the gentle but pleasant scent hovering around him, and swallowed.

"So, anyway," the otter went on, "you didn't tell me about your childhood. How long have you been interested in massaging or whatever?"

"Well, near the end of high school, I used to practice sometimes on... on friends."

"Friends?" Alex lifted an eyebrow at him before he slid back into his seat.

"Yeah... friends... um." William shifted. Nervously, he tapped his claws on the hard wood of the table. The face of his german shepherd came into his mind, still sharp even after so many years; they had never put their relationship into words or made it formal with any sort of anniversary. Friend... that's all they were. Friends who shared the same problem, friends who comforted each other on particularly lonely nights, friends who hugged and held paws when they were alone, friends who shared kisses and shared beds. 'I love you', William had sent to him in a text message on the day he left home for here. Every day for a full year following then he checked his phone... and, to this day, he still waits for a response.

A warm paw came down to his from across the table, startling him. He looked up into Alex's gentle blue eyes. "If you don't want to talk about it, you don't have to. I just wanted to know more about you."

"All you need to know is that my childhood was hard. I lived in a place that hated me for who I was, and in a family that felt the same way, and..." He sighed and wiped his eyes, ashamed. He told himself he wouldn't let this bother him.

"Hey, hey. Shh." The paw squeezed. "If it makes you feel any better, mine was the same way. Almost none of my friends knew I liked guys until after I left high school."

William looked up into those eyes again, seeing nothing but sympathy and understanding. "Really?"

"Yes. In my junior year, I had somehow found myself a boyfriend. A fox, like you; just about as cute, too. Every day at lunch, we'd go off campus to someplace secluded and quiet, just so that we could be ourselves, so that we could be together, without the pressure of everyone else. I thought we were happy... hell, I was certain of it. I was happy, and he seemed like it too, judging by how he acted when we were alone together." He sighed and looked away. William didn't move his paw. "...But, he never told me how his home life was, how his family treated him or the things they did, or what the people he called his friends did to him. It wasn't until after it all did I realize that, whenever I asked him about these things, he'd steer the conversation away... I'd had a few problems with bullying, myself, but it was nothing too bad. Especially not when I learned about him."

William moved his paw so that it was over the otter's. He didn't like where this story seemed to be going. "What happened?"

"Both of our birthdays were fairly early in the school year... in fact, his was just a week after mine, September 17th. Because of this, early our senior year, we both were 18, both were our own people. I had been working for a few years - at a job much different than the one I have right now, mind you - and he had been doing the same; that, along with our combined incomes, allowed us to rent an apartment together, not far from the school. Things went pretty okay - pretty well - for most of the first semester. Near winter break, though, I could tell something was changing with him. He was quieter, less responsive; sometimes, I'd have to ask him three or four times how his day was before he noticed I was talking to him... when the second semester started, I noticed he started keeping a journal, but I never bothered to ask him about it or sneak a peek. I knew he wrote poetry every now and then as a way to cope with his moods and bad days, so I just figured that was it."

He went quiet for a little while. William gently stroked the backside of the otter's paw with his thumb, feeling the unbelievable softness of the thick fur n his pad when he rubbed one way, and then the fierce resistance it put up when he did so the other way.

"I... I didn't know what to think, or what to say. I didn't know what I could do. IN the last month of school, I knew for certain something was on his mind, something was bothering him deeply, but, by God, for all I tried, I couldn't get it out of him. 'I can't help you if I don't know what to help you with', I'd tell him, at least twice a day, and each time, he'd give me a smile that grew weaker each day and say 'it's nothing, really, I'm fine'... God. A month before school ended, I noticed he had torn out all the pages of his journal he had written on; as I suspected, it was poetry, but I couldn't tell what he was thinking by it. Have you ever read E.E. Cummings?"

"...No."

"Oh. Well..." Alex swallowed, sighed, rubbed his eye. "...Look, I don't know how to say this, so I'll just say it. The last week of school, Tuesday morning at, like... 2:32, I was woken up by a sound I'd never heard before, as well as one I never want to hear again. In the bathroom just down the hall, there was a gunshot - I knew he had had an interest in firearms, just as an idle hobby, and yes, it worried me, but I never thought... I just..." He dropped his face into his other paw and didn't speak for a moment. The silence was broken periodically by a few quiet sobs. "God... I called 911, but when they came, they... all they said they could do was clean up the mess. I - he had his journal with him, it... it was next to the bathtub... while waiting for the paramedics and police, I looked through it... sweet Jesus. One long entry, dated to when I had noticed he had torn everything out, several pages long; it went over everything anyone had ever said or done to him, all the wrongs, all the injuries, all the insults. He wrote down each one, who did it, the year it happened. 'Keith told the guy I liked how I felt. 7th grade'; 'Cody found out I was gay. Told all his friends. We never spoke again. 8th grade'; 'Chris beat me up because he thought I was watching him in the shower during gym. Black eye, bloody nose, one bruised rib, one broken. 10th grade'; 'Father came home. First time in three years. Found out I had a boyfriend and beat me for it, then beat Mom for not raising me correctly. Gash on my shoulder, black eye, three bruised ribs, two fractured. Mom had a seizure. 10thgrade'... twenty or thirty pages of that. He ended with an explanation, a justification, whatever, that took the last ten or so pages, and ended by signing his name with the date and time. 'I couldn't have gotten this far without you', he said, just before that. 'For these past two years, you have been the only reason I wake up in the morning, the only reason I look forward to the next day, the only reason I still carry on. Because, God knows, it's been hard, and yes, it's gotten better, but I just can't do it anymore. You have forgiven me always in the past, Alex; I just hope that you will forgive me this time, because if I do not forgive myself, and if God does not forgive me, someone has to. You yourself told me, not two months ago, 'never doubt that I love you, because I will 'til the end of the universe and beyond'; and I feel the need to say that I never have doubted you. It is not you that pushes me to do this, but everyone and everything else in the world. I'll miss you. Julian Carius, May 27th, 2:30 AM.' It was a suicide note. A three-week-long suicide note."

Here, he fell quiet again, to allow his breathing to return to normal - it had picked up as he went on. William could see the glimmer of imminent tears in his eyes. "I missed my final exams to go to his funeral. That was... God, I don't know, six or seven years ago? Sometimes, just as I'm falling asleep, I'll think I hear that noise again - that gunshot, that hellishly loud bang - and it'll startle me awake, only to find that there's nothing there, that it's just in my head..."

Suddenly, William's childhood and high school life didn't seem nearly so bad. He stood from his seat, ignoring the horrible scraping noise the chair legs made on the tile, and stepped around the table to Alex. The otter stood and fell into his arms, burying his muzzle into the fur of his neck, and doing a rather good job of keeping his tears and breathing under control. William stroked his back slowly, slowly, trying to ignore the firm warmth pressing into his leg. Now was really the worst of times or that. Alex's scent wafted up to his sensitive nostrils, with the unmistakable pang of pool chlorine underneath it - but, it was not an unpleasant combination. William felt his heart beating a little raucously, a little faster than Alex's own. He hadn't felt worry like this in a long while.

"I..." After a moment or two, the otter managed to pull himself together enough to speak. "I'm sorry about that. That was... a little far... I don't like seeing other people upset, so I just wanted to share a story with you, to show that - that shit happens, though it still is possible to get up and get through it..."

William, however, remained quiet. Had he been put through that, he wasn't so sure he'd be able to get through. He had had enough of a time with his german shepherd. Bailey, his name was...

"Um..." Alex disentwined himself and stepped back, wiping at his eyes again. He took one deep breath and let it out, then did so again. "Sorry... um. Sorry. Do you... want to go into the other room? We could watch a movie or play a game or something, if you'd like."

"I like games." The fox kept his paws on Alex's hips, and let his tail wag gently. "I would like that. I mean, I'm a little rusty... I haven't played much of anything in a while. I have a console at home, but I spend most of my time reading, when I'm not at work or sleeping."

"Oh really?" Alex took William by the paw and led him into what looked to be a large family room, or one for entertainment: hardwood floor, a wide, soft couch (with two matching recliners on either side), dark colored wall paint, a large TV with impressive speakers and a subwoofer that probably weighed as much as William himself. "What do you read?"

"Horror, mostly. Not Poe or King or any of that stuff that claims to be horror because it's bloody and violent - Dunsany and Lovecraft are more my style."

"Really? Oh - you can go ahead and sit down. I'll get things ready." Alex went up towards the TV and the wide entertainment cabinet upon which it sat while the fox plopped down onto the couch. "That surprises me - never in a hundred years would I have thought you the type. When I have the time, or patience, I - don't laugh - like reading chick books. You know, like, chick flicks or romantic comedies or whatevs, but in book form?"

William chuckled lightly and settled into the sofa's comfortable embrace. Whatever had passed through the otter earlier and worried him so deeply was now gone, and back was the Alex who had walked into his massage parlor. He watched the thick rudder tail sway back and forth as its owner shuffled through the cabinets, opening two and then closing one, quietly muttering to himself. After a minute or so of this, he stood, flicked the big TV on, and carried a controller over to his guest, another for himself in his other paw.

"What are we playing?: asked the fox. The controller was made of smooth matte black plastic and fit nicely into the contours of his paws, with a comfortable, natural heft to it.

Alex sat down next to him, somewhat close for having the rest of the couch open. Not that William minded, of course. The warmth of the otter's leg was quite nice against his own, and it reminded him of a different, much more intense warmth, one that he also wouldn't mind feeling pressed up to him. He shifted. "Um... I don't know. Some racing game - that might be what's in there; I have friends over every now and then, and it's one of their favorites. In middle and high school I played a bunch of shooters, but not so much anymore. You like racing games? I mean, I can choose something else if you want."

"Oh, no, no, this is fine. Dad used to put on Nascar all the time, and my brother always made me race against him when he got a game." William fiddled with the controller, getting used to the buttons. It wasn't a console he had experience with, but he could probably figure it out. "I guess playing with the best can only make you better. Sure, I lost to him every twenty-nine out of thirty times, but whenever I played against any of my friends, or any of his, for that matter, they didn't stand a chance."

The title screen came up, and with it, a loud cacophony of racecars blurring by, which made Alex reach over and mess with a remote to lower the volume. "Some competition, then? How about a bet?"

William looked over to see white teeth in a glimmer grin, and he couldn't help but let the smile spread to his own face. "Okay, fine. What kind of bet? As long as I don't have to offer up any money."

"Oh, no, no. I wouldn't make you do that. I think you'll be quite okay with this bet."

"Well, what is it?"

Alex flicked through a few menus and then sat back. "Hey, hit A. Okay: if you beat me in a race, one-on-one - say, ten laps or so - I'll suck your cock."

"Oh?" He thought about that, imagined the otter's paws moving down his chest, down his belly, working at the fly of shorts and sliding them down, along with the speedo he wore underneath. He imagined his tongue running up along his length, flicking over the tip, probably a hundred other thing she had learned to do in his movie career... "And if I lose?"

"Well, what do you think?" Alex lifted one leg up onto the couch and moved it under the other so that he could comfortably face the fox - whose eyes were, of course, instantly drawn to the bulge between the lean-muscled thighs, the clear outline of a thick shaft molded in the tight material. "If you lose, you've gotta suck me off."

"Hm..." William made no effort to hide the growing bulge in his own pants. Alex slid a finger under one of the straps of his speedo to fake scratching right there, lifting it away and revealing a sweet little peek at himself, all the while with a sly smile across his muzzle.

He stretched out that same paw. "Deal?"

William eyed the paw, then shifted his gaze to the otter's speedo, then up to his face, and then back to his speedo. "Fine," he decided, and took the paw and shook it. "Deal."

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist."

Even early on into the race, William recognized that he and Alex were pretty evenly matched - and the otter apparently realized this too, as around lap four or five, he started employing underhanded tactics and tricks to gain the lead, like bumping (or ramming) William, or making an effort to stay directly in front of him if he did get the lead. William was having fun; it had been a while since he had sat down and just relaxed with a video game or something like that, and even longer since he had done so with someone else, with someone he cared about. Even if he won or lost the race, and with it, the bet, he'd still view it as a success - he was having trouble resisting pushing Alex over and blowing him right here. In fact, most of his problems and shortcomings in the race came from his repeated glances over at the otter's lap.

Final lap; William had the lead by a quarter of a second, a seemingly very short time - however, many years of growing up in a household that placed as much importance on racing as other families did on football or baseball, he knew exactly what the weight of such an advantage was, and knew not to get cocky because of it. However, more thoughts of the otter next to him and the bet he had made returned to his mind when the white flag flashed in the corner of the screen, and then the checkered; and something in him made him ease off the right trigger of the controller, ease off the gas... and Alex crawled forward beside him and then overtook him, and nosed over the finish line first. The simulated crowd took up its inseparable mixture of cheering and groaning, and the words "Player 1 Wins!" crossed the screen, in the same font as the game's title presented upon startup.

The otter sat back again and half-turned to William, one arm resting up on the back of the couch. Of course, he had that silly grin plastered on his face. "Well, would you look at that."

William chuckled. He hoped that his intentions hadn't been too obvious... but, then again, the front of his pants did bulge up a little, and his face felt a bit warm. "I told you I wasn't the best."

"Not the best my ass." Alex looked through the various after-match screens, and settled on the one that said "Lap Times" across the top. "You pretty much had this until the end right there."

"We were equally matched until the end! What are you getting at?"

"What I'm getting at is that I smell shenanigans. Shenanigans and foxmusk. I think you threw the game -" here, he moved a paw down to his speedo and squeezed the form of his cock - "- just so you could feel this press down your throat again. Am I right?"

"You might be. Of course, you might also not be. How do I know you didn't already know you'd beat me, hmm? Seems equally suspicious to me, since you said you often play with your friends."

"Mm, I might have known. But, then again..." He reached over and ran a claw gently up William's thigh, moving the leg of his shorts up as he did so. "I might not have."

The feeling of the otter's claw dragging through his fur and across his skin made William shiver, and he watched as it moved further up his thigh. What was keeping him from pushing the otter down to the couch and pressing his nose into that nice tight speedo of his?

"So..." Alex went on. "I think you'd be a lot more comfortable if you got out of those clothes of yours."

"I thought I was the one would be giving the blowjob," he replied, already moving to slip his shirt off over his head.

"Oh, you are. I just thought you wouldn't want to get stains on your shirt. And, you know." When the fox stood to work at removing his pants, Alex did so too. He kept his eyes focused on the fly as it was unzipped, and then on the swollen speedo underneath. William looked down and saw the head and first half-inch or so of his own semi-hard shaft standing out obvious against his white bellyfur from underneath the speedo. "I'm not used to having a fully-clothed fox on me."

"Well, I'm not used to blowing an otter who has the cock of a feral stallion, but I'm still willing to do it. And, hell, I enjoy it." William moved to remove his own speedo, but was stopped by the otter, who just smiled sweetly and then drew his nose along the underside of his chin in a quick nuzzle.

Then, he took a step back, winked, and turned around. William watched him, then, as he bent over and slid his red speedo down his legs; he watched the tail as it swayed slowly around and then lifted up when he bent over, revealing the firm-muscled rump he remembered from the morning's massage - along with the pink pucker of a tailhole, and then beneath that, the sack that his garment had failed at concealing.

And, then, he stepped out of his speedo and turned back around. William tried not to show his surprise - something the otter probably got enough of. He remembered him being quite thick, even soft; here, now, he looked maybe a little more so than he remembered, all meat, all man.

"I would tell you to close your mouth, but..." Alex shrugged and lifted his cock with two fingers and a thumb. Idly, he ran these along his length a few times, always keeping his eyes locked on the fox in front of him. "...that'd just be inconvenient. Now, c'mere. You owe me."

William licked his lips and did as he was told. He ran his paws down along the otter's chest and stomach, feeling the defined muscles beneath the fur and skin, their taut contours and tight cords - and then cupped his warm sack in one paw and his just-as-warm shaft in the other, feeling its weight, its firmness, its heat, the little throbs and twitches elicited even by something as simple as this touch and the caresses of his pads. "I'm just wondering how, exactly, I'm going to fit this in my mouth."

"Oh, come on. I'm not that big."

"Uh huh." William lowered himself first to one knee, and then both, so that his muzzle was about equal with the pulsing cock he still held in his paw. He pressed his nose up into the otter's sack and inhaled, then drew back, running the tip of his tongue along the side of his length as he did so. "'You're not that big'. Right."

"You won't know whether you'll be able to fit me in your mouth or not until you try." Alex reached down and rubbed behind the fox's ears as he nuzzled. His cock had started growing gradually, but surely.

William opened his mouth and slid his muzzle down along Alex's still-soft length. Since his first time doing this with his german shepherd boyfriend, he was always a little surprised at the softness and warmth of the skin of a cock; soft enough to allow his tongue to slide over its surface and make it glisten with slick saliva without pulling too much of the moisture of his mouth and warm enough so that he could feel this part of it on his tongue and the insides of his cheeks, emanating gently from the flesh like the heavy, rich scent of his musk, even altered as it is by the chlorine from his recent dip in the pool. William closed his eyes as he drew closer to his base, even as Alex grew steadily more erect - and, thus, longer and a bit thicker - in his mouth and throat. He quickly came to feel the hot flesh pressing against the back of his throat and impeding his breathing, so he drew back a little and worked that section of the shaft with a paw.

Alex had his head tilted back and lips parted slightly as he breathed out a soft but lengthy sigh. William felt the paw on his head tighten and pull him in a gentle rhythm, up and down along the otter's length as it came to its fullest; by the time it had finished, he found he could only fit and inch and a half or so over half of his length into his maw. Its heat pervaded his senses and overwhelmed his mind - the heat from the thick meat that throbbed in his mouth and on his tongue; the heat from the sack he massaged in his other paw; the heat from all of Alex's body but inches from his face - along with the mingling of his natural scent and his musk and the pool chlorine... the fox closed his eyes and took up the rhythm that Alex's paw set. He moved his own paw off the otter's sack and moved it down to his own cock, where he pulled his speedo down away from himself so he could stroke slowly as he worked.

One of his friends had once sent him a video of him playing with a feral stallion; idly, he wondered if he looked somewhat like that right now, with half of a cock in his mouth (and throat) and the other half in his paw. Alex had begun moving his hips forward and back, forward and back, while he made sure the fox didn't slack in his bobbing. William could taste the slick, salty pre on his tongue now, coating what it touched like warm, warm milk, and while it was certainly stickier than that, it wasn't much thicker. He found himself swallowing often, and remembered how Alex was dribbling pre early on into his massage today... both this and cum were things he certainly produced in amounts larger than most other people. The fox thought about what it would be like to be underneath him while he pawed off onto him...

The movements of his hips gradually became faster and grew more urgent. From his first time doing it, William had always loved the feel of a cock on his tongue, as much as (or, more precisely, a little more than) he loved to have one in his paw, feeling the soft, smooth skin pulled back and forth over the hard shaft. Alex was like Bailey in that William could do both with him at the same time, although for a different reason: back then, he just simply couldn't deepthroat as well as he could now. His german shepherd wasn't excessively well-endowed, though he was getting there, at least. He remembered how their first time really doing anything had started: Bailey was on the fox's bed, shirtless, facedown, while William worked at his shoulders and back, stopping right above the base of his fluffy tail. When he turned over, as his 'masseur' asked him to, there was a noticeable tent in his loose-fitting gym shorts. This wasn't the first time this had happened - by far, no: the first time, William was certainly surprised, but his ignoring of it probably told the shepherd all he needed to know. No; this time, William did not stop when he came to his lower belly like he usually did, but instead continued on, first rubbing on top of the fabric, and then inside it. Bailey's gentle moans along the way built up his confidence, and his gasps and bucks at the end cemented it; the fox had pulled those gym shorts of his down about halfway into it, and damn, was he glad he did, because not only was he able to ogle the revealed cock as his pawed him off, but also because the shepherd made one hell of a mess. He cleaned off what drooled down his cock with his tongue after working up the courage to do so, and then attended to what had spurted out over his belly, chest, and neck, as well as the pillow underneath his head, with the towel he used to clean his paws of the massage oils of each session.

From then on, he knew he would use that towel for more than just massage oils, just as he knew that each session would contain more than just a body massage. He was right in both of these regards, and his nights became a lot sweatier following this, as every day, he had more to remember and think back on...

"Fuck..." moaned the otter above him, still humping in and out of his muzzle. "What a tongue!... Jesus, how much practice have you had?"

William pulled off of his cock so he could answer. He moved his other paw up from himself and continued the movements where his mouth had been, using the slick saliva as a sort of lube. "Enough. I'd sucked quite a few cocks before I moved here," he answered, while keeping to himself that 'quite a few' was composed of Bailey's all the times he was over, and, once - or twice, or three or four times - the shepherd's brother's, but that was a different story.

Alex scritched gently behind the fox's ears and licked his lips, watching as he first drew his nose up the underside of his shaft, and then his tongue again. "Well, if you ever feel the need to practice, just give me a call... or, hell, show up unannounced. I've always wanted to see what it's like to wake up with my cock in someone else's mouth..."

"I'll gladly be at your command."

"Will you, now?" Alex grinned and bucked his hips forward; William caught the movement and closed his lips around the end of his cock. "I could tell you each and every night to blow me, and you'd do it for no payment? Or would my cum be payment enough?"

"Mmmmh."

"You'd be my bitch? Even more than you are now?"

Again, William took his muzzle off Alex's shaft and continued running his paw up and down his length, but leaned forward and drank up his pre as it oozed out, like he was trying to suck the last of the juice from an orange peel. "Hey, I'm doing this because I made and lost a bet, and I stay true to my word."

"But that's not the only reason, is it? Just look between your legs. That right there is evidence enough that you're enjoying this as much as I am, hon."

And he sure as hell was. William ran the pad of his thumb over the end of his cock, and wasn't surprised to see a viscous string of pre connecting the two areas of flesh when he looked down. He could feel Alex's orgasm coming closer and closer, most obviously in his thrusts and his soft moans and exhalations.

"Keep on going," murmured the otter, and tugged his head back down. "Almost there..."

Now, William had always thought that he was at least pretty okayish at giving blowjobs, but... again, he had never given one to someone as well-endowed as this. He couldn't dive down and deepthroat Alex like he could other guys - well, he could, and he did, but a considerable length of meat still waited beyond his nose, enough for him to squeeze with three fingers and a thumb. His thickness was also something else; his thrusts hurt somewhat, especially if he already had all of him that he could comfortably down in his muzzle and throat -

• and then he felt the pressure of one burst of hot liquid after another being shot out against the back of his throat, and he had to pull back off Alex's cock and swallow a few times, lest he let his gag reflex get the better of him. But, the otter wasn't finished; William felt two more ropes of his seed spatter out across his muzzle and one on his chest, the end of which coated and warmed the tip of his own twitching shaft.

Alex, spent in more ways than one, fell back onto the couch and lay there panting, lips parted, legs open, cock drooling the last of his cum out into a little pool in his bellyfur. "Jesus..." he moaned, and laughed.

The heady and heavy taste of the otter's cum bore down William's tongue, and he licked his lips clean of what was left there while watching Alex. Yes, he was extremely worked up, and it took all of his willpower not to reach down and get himself off right here. "Good?" He swallowed again, downing the last of the stickiness that coated the back of his throat. Knowing that the thick seed - almost more of a gel than a liquid - still covered his face and chest only kept him this excited.

"I'll say... oh, Lord." A tired grin crossed Alex's face when he looked down and saw the fox in front of him, properly drenched. "I'll get you... um, something to wipe that off with. Gimme­ a sec, I'll be right back."

He stood, teetered a little, then regained his balance and went off into the next room, all the while during which William watched him. He was so damn turned on he might be shivering a little; he slipped a paw into his own speedo and worked two fingers and a thumb slowly up and down along his length until the otter reappeared, a white hand-towel in one paw.

"Eager little foxy, aren't you?" he purred, and then offered his other paw down to help him up. A soft blush warmed William's cheeks at Alex seeing him like this, despite how his cock had been stuffed down his throat for the past several minutes. He took the offered paw as well as the towel, and then set to wiping down his chest. "I'll get you taken care of before the day is out. Don't worry."

"I forgot how much you cum," he giggled, and then looked down at how the strands of seed caught in the fibers of the towel and glistened in the light. He could smell it from here, something that only made him shiver again.

"Well, it's another reason why I do what I do. However, it does get a bit annoying when I'm on my own, since it's such a pain to clean up - and, afterwards, I'm always far too tired to do so myself. Speaking of which..." He closed his fingers around the fox's wrist, and then took a step forward. "You missed a spot..."

William closed his eyes and exhaled gently when he felt the otter's tongue lap out against his chin. He tilted his head to one side, and Alex followed the movement, tracing a line up the side of his muzzle to the fur of his cheek. Here, his lips parted and pressed slightly, and William felt a sudden - but not unpleasant - shock run down his back. Alex kissed again, and then again, and again, each time moving a fraction of an inch closer to the fox's mouth. Then, their lips met and locked and broke apart, only to come back together and then separate again and again, each kiss a little stronger, a little more forceful than the last. Alex was the first to slip his tongue forward and press it against the fox's, who brought a paw up to his cheek and tilted his head to one side to accommodate. He moaned softly into the kiss, and felt the edges of the otter's lips turn upward in a smile as a response.

As if he could sense how this only got the fox even more worked up - though, again, it wasn't that hard to figure out - Alex drew the pad of a finger up along the underside of William's still-hard cock, first through the fabric and then directly along the revealed flesh above the waistband. He worked the speedo down his legs a few inches, pulling first along one side and then the other, until the entirety of his length and sack beneath it came into view.

"You know," the otter drawled, keeping his paw strategically placed. William shivered with the gentle movements of his fingers and claws, and had to bite his lip to keep from making too much noise. "I do feel kinda bad about beating you in the race... you seemed so proud, so sure of yourself, and it just felt bad to throw that back in your face and beat you. I wanna make it up to you."

"Mm? How so?"

"C'mere."

His paw moved from the fox's cock to his own paw, and their fingers intertwined gently. The otter gave him a soft smile accompanied by a squeeze before leading him towards the staircase. Along the way, William's speedo became little more than a nuisance to him, and so, he kicked it off partway up the stairs, so that each movement of his legs caused his shaft to bob against his white bellyfur. When the pair reached the upstairs hallway, it was all he could do not to pin Alex to the wall and feel him up while making out - one, because he was still probably sensitive from his recent orgasm, and two, because he had no doubt that, looking at his musculature, Alex could easily, and probably would, reverse things and be the one holding William against the wall...

...the thought of which only served to further heighten his arousal. He cast a sneaky glance down at Alex's front as he walked beside him, still paw-in-paw: he watched the semi-hard cock bob and sway as he walked, a little bead of leftover cum at the tip, and remembered how that cock felt running over his tongue and pressing against the back of his throat.

Alex pushed open the door to the bedroom at the end of the hall, then stood to the side to allow his guest room to enter. William grinned and snuck a quick grope of the otter, and then just as quickly found himself in the same position pressed up against the open door where Alex had been just a second ago, a warm paw wrapped around his cock and teeth nibbling gently at his neck.

"Patience," Alex purred, and then passed him another squeeze before making his way over to the bed. "You top or bottom, hon?"

"Either or. Depends on the person, depends on how I'm feeling." His first experiences with sex had been as a bottom, with Bailey lying on his back beneath him while he fucked himself on his cock, his paws out on the shepherd's chest for balance. Thank God his mother hadn't walked in during that.

"Oh, you too? We'll have to attend to both of those wants by the end of the night. For now, though..." Alex pulled himself up on to the bed, but did not lie down; instead, he remained on his paws and knees, and turned his head back to look up at the fox. "C'mere," he said, and flicked his tail off to one side.

Oh God. William drew in the sight: he looked from the otter's face to his rear, tail raised and pink pucker revealed amidst soft fur, along with his full sack hanging below. "You sure?"

"Shh. I said come here."

And so he obeyed, stepping forward to close the short distance and then dropping down to his knees to better level himself with the inviting sight. He nuzzled up under the otter's tail, first pressing his nose against the warmth of his sack and then bringing it upwards, his tongue following; he drew a soft gasp out of Alex when he swirled his tongue around his tailhole a few times, and, when he looked through his legs, he saw a cock twitching and throbbing a little, but not yet fully hard again.

The muscles of his tailhole put up a little resisting, but with a bit of pushing, William slipped his tongue inside the otter, where he was met with a familiar moist heat and tightness. He wiggled his tongue around as much as he could with such restrictions, to Alex's apparent enjoyment - he arched his back and lifted his rear into the air, barely suppressing another moan.

"God..." he drawled, and then gave a soft yip as William placed a kiss in that same spot. "Fuck... your tongue..."

"Yeah?" As he spoke, he nosed up into the slightly wet tailhole, and then gave it another kiss. "What about it?"

"You - aaah... um, you ever felt a dog's tongue?"

Many times. Oh, many times indeed. "Yes."

"I mean... like... a feral dog?'

"Oh. Um. No." William straightened up and licked his paw a few times, then ran it along his shaft. He was gently shivering with electric anticipation. "One of my friends, though..."

"Good lord... take my word for it, you haven't gotten a good blowjob or rimjob or anything until it's a dog's tongue giving it to you... you remind me of my first time doing that, back in Wolfbone II. You just... mmh, reminded me of that..." He pushed his hips back and made William gasp when his tailhole pressed against the end of his cock. It took all of his willpower to keep himself from grabbing onto the otter' ships and thrusting in fast and hard because, having bottomed several times before, he knew that he should give Alex control over the speed and pace, even though he was certain he could handle his cock just fine. So, instead, he just gently moved his hips forward and back, pressing his tip against his hot, moistened tailhole and then pulling it back, as he had done with his tongue before plunging into him.

Alex let out a gentle sigh, and when William looked, he saw that he had a paw around his hard cock, squeezing but not stroking.

"Come on," purred the otter before he pressed back again, this time with force enough to make the fox enter him. If Alex gasped, William couldn't hear it over his own. "Fuck me. I know you want to; I can feel you shivering."

"Are you sure? I Don't want to hurt you..." God, he wanted so badly to fuck him so hard...

"You'd only have reason to worry if we switched positions and it was me trying to fit into you instead of the other way around... but, until then, hon, please, shut your mouth and show me what you've got. Don't worry about me - I can take it. Same dog that licked me off in Wolfbone II also fucked me, and let me tell you, there is no fiercer lover than a feral dog. Or..." He worked himself a little further back onto the fox's cock, his breath hitching only slightly as he did so. "You could let me do all the work, as you seem inclined to doing. In that case, I'd ask that you lie down on the bed so I can fuck myself on you - or will I have to pin you there, too?"

William pulled in a breath and then pushed into the otter, hilting inside him right then - and then had to release that breath in a tense moan upon being surrounded in tight, moist heat. Beneath him, Alex tensed and then exhaled his own held breath in a soft sight. "How's... how's that for an answer, mm?"

In response, Alex clenched tightly and wiggled his rear, only barely managing to keep his face straight and suppress the resulting moan. "My only problem is that you stopped."

The feeling of having a cock push deep into him was not one unknown to the fox, and he also knew how Alex felt in his eagerness, but still he held back a little as things were just starting. He remembered very clearly his times with Bailey - sure, those were all a long time ago, and he has certainly been fucked since then, but still; it almost always started with him over his boyfriend and slowly lowering himself onto his shaft, every now and then coming back up a little if he took more than what was comfortable, and then ended later with him breathlessly bouncing up and down on the shepherd's cock, paw pumping his own if Bailey wasn't.

He placed his paws on Alex's hips and closed his eyes, gently pulling the otter towards him each time he pushed in, still somewhat slowly. Each of his occasional clenches sent another shiver through the fox's body and made him thrust a little faster, a little harder... which, hell, might be exactly what Alex wanted.

The otter's body gently rocked with the movement, lurching forward as William pushed into him and then leaning back when he pulled out, only to sink back in with a little more force right after. Of course, every once in a while, Alex had to switch the paw that he stroked his cock with; William understood. He had been in that position quite a few times before, and he knew how it was. He found that it took longer for the bottom than any other position, but based on his noises and the growing forcefulness of the otter's hips pushing back against him, Alex seemed to be having no problem.

It was strange: each time he topped, William wondered - with what little his mind could function during fast, heated, dripping sex - why he didn't top exclusively; and then, whenever he bottomed, he felt the same way about bottoming. There was just something invigorating and delicious in pushing deep under someone's tail and feeling that hot moistness surrounding his length, just as there was something galvanizing and damn pleasurable about being on the receiving end of things. Again, he knew how Alex felt. He knew how as a cock pushed deeper, the want to be fucked grew, almost becoming a need; he knew how the pleasure was not only in the thrusting and receding, but also just in the presence of the cock stretching him; he knew how once things really got started it was so easy to lose himself until it was over, and then find that he had drooled, or moaned a little (or a lot) louder than he had thought he would, or any number of other things.

Another tight clench brought him out of his thoughts and back into the present, and then his mind was wiped once more by the hot, intense pleasure washing over and through his body like a much-welcome current of warm air on a cold day. Alex knew damn well how to get fucked: not only did he move against the fox's thrusts, but he also worked his hips as he did so, tilting them up when he pushed in and then down when he pulled out by arching his back... and, by God, it felt amazing. William sucked in a breath and swallowed it down, his eyes working to close and squeeze tightly with the feeling. The otter wrapped his tail around his waist, and William could certainly feel the want there, pulsing with every heartbeat, every twitch or clench, every gasp or moan as his thrusts increased in speed, in urgency, in force and fierceness.

"I... ah, I..." he managed to pant through a mouth that hung agape, then licked his lips, swallowed, and tried again. "I'm close, Alex..."

"I know that. I want you to do it inside me, hon," replied the otter, and his forceful hump backwards reinforced this statement.

Both as top and bottom could William find a way to release the shuddering energy that orgasm tend to bring with them, either by slamming forward into whoever was taking his cock, or slamming backward against the person whose cock he was taking. It started as a stirring of hot energy in his lower abdomen, and then quickly spread through the fibers of his body and forced him to release it in a few fast, hard bucks and spurts of thick seed deep into the otter - first quickly growing in intensity, and then just as quickly sloughing off - and he slumped over Alex, panting, only then aware of how hard he had dug into his hips with his fingers and claws.

"God," he moaned, and pulled back; and the feeling of his cock slipping out of the otter's tailhole sent the same electric burst of energy through his body that sinking into him did. Alex's tailhole remained open for a moment after William pulled out, and a little drip of white cum drooled down the backside of his sack. The fox managed to stumble over to a chair pushed up to the wall near the bed and then fell into it, exhausted. The soft fabric and cushion were very much welcome to his tired muscles and body.

Still on the bed, Alex turned over and rested back on his elbows, legs hanging over the edge. His throbbing cock rested against his belly, still very hard, still very appealing. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." William dragged a finger through the spot on his belly where the last few drops of his cum had leaked out. Then, he made a show of wiping sweat from his forehead, to which Alex grinned. "Wow. Yeah, it's been a while, but... wow."

The otter's cock throbbed against his belly again, and he reached down and stroked it slowly and gently. William watched the paw move up and down, watching the strings and drips of pre that oozed out the tip and onto the fur of his thumb, watched the otter's face and muzzle, his tongue, as it lolled out and licked his lips every now and then.

"Alex?"

"Mm?"

"This morning, back at Tiger Lily, you told me you can suck your own cock."

"Yeah? I can." He sat up and stopped pawing, letting his shaft rest back against his bell and chest and pulse with each rush of blood through it. "What of it?"

"Can I see you do it?'

This, of course, brought a grin to the otter's face. "Yeah, sure. Just gimme a moment."

He moved to the edge of the bed and sat with his legs over the side, paws under his thighs. He gave the fox another grin and a wink and then leaned down, keeping the pace slow; he lapped his tongue out over the tip of his own cock with such ease that, if William himself hadn't tried it before, he'd think it was no challenge. But, then again, Alex was more than well-endowed, and he had probably had enough experience with the act to make it easy anyway.

The pre stuck to his tongue like molten candy; he worked that tongue around the head of his cock, swirling and flicking it in such a way as to make William's tired body stir a little, to make his own length harden a little again. Alex's lips parted after a short time of this, and he lowered himself a little further to slip his muzzle down along his length an inch or two. He kept it cupped in his tongue as he descended, and also came back up after going down a little further, then repeated and held this bobbing. Occasionally he had to come up for breath - William knew the necessity, having managed to only lick the end of his own cock maybe two or three times total - and stroked his shaft in one paw during each span of time, and then dove back down with just as much want as William when it was him sucking that meat.

Alex pulled himself down further along his length with the paws he kept under his thighs, but moved these away when he could get the same length comfortably through his lips without needing to pull himself. With one paw he stroked what of his shaft remained outside his mouth when he had taken all that he could, and he rubbed and massaged his sack with the other... and then brought this one up, too, for while he had a considerable amount past his lips and in his throat, enough remained outside for him to use two paws. William watched him as he stroked and bobbed, always going the same direction: when he tugged down with his paws, he also slid his head down, and when he moved up, he pulled back a little and quickly sped up as he did so, obviously worked up by the pounding the fox just gave his ass.

Muscles tensing and relaxing, drawing taut and then releasing; William remembered those muscles under his paws from this morning, remembered pressing his fingers into the ridges and contours of Alex's abs, which were now hunched over and obscured by him working his large cock; remembered squeezing and rubbing those arms that pulled and strained with each movement up, and then did so the other way when his action also reversed. He could hear the otter's elevated breathing from where he sat, and felt his own cock continue to stir and harden again as Alex drew close, even despite his recent orgasm. The otter stopped sucking himself and now, his shaft glistened with the saliva he had left, allowing his paws to pump faster and faster - until he bucked upwards once, twice, three times, each time shooting a rope of cum over his muzzle and into his mouth, which he held open and angled down.

Just as William had been exhausted, Alex fell back onto the bed and lay there panting, the cum that either didn't make it into his mouth or totally miss dripping down his chin, or nose, or ears. "Damn."

"Good lord, man." The fox stood from his chair and stepped over to him, looking at the mess he had spewed all over everything. "Wish I could do that."

"It... ah. It gets easier with practice. Do you... your stretches every day, and you'll be fine." Alex ran the pad of a finger over the tip of his cock, and then brought that finger to his mouth and licked off what was there. "I could sure as all hell use a shower, though. Wanna join?"

The fox smiled and thought of those paws running over his body, through his fur. "Of course."

"...Help me up?"

He reached his paws down to Alex and pulled him up when he took them - and then received another kiss on the lips as soon as he was sitting upright, one that tasted of musk and cum and otter.

Alex pulled away and smiled. "Come on," he said, and took the fox's paw to lead him to the bathroom on the other side of the room. William could feel the trembling in that paw from the sex and orgasm. That tended to happen to him, too.

"Do you always shower with your partners?"

"Not unless it's a shower scene we're recording, and even then, it's never my own shower." He released William's paw to flick on the light, and then he stepped across the large bathroom and fiddled with the knobs in the shower itself. "Besides, I consider the people I work with... well, coworkers. Not partners. Is that shallow...? Well, I guess everything about my job is, isn't it?"

William hopped up onto the counter, recoiling a little at the cold of the marble even through his fur. "Depends on your morals. I'm fine with it - I'd be a hypocrite if I wasn't. I did some pretty crazy things in high school with a number of people."

Underneath the rush of water comes Alex's low voice: "Oh, really? Do tell."

The fox shifted how he sat, trying to find a comfortable position while he reached back into his thoughts and memories. "Well..." Alex had come out from behind the little wall extension that blocked sight to the shower and leaned against the other wall, one leg crossed over his other. "For the last two years of high school, there was... this boy I was pretty crazy about. Never really came to anything, though." He paused for a moment. "His name was Balthazar, but he preferred to be called Bailey."

"Bailey? That's kind acute. What species was he?"

"Dog. German shepherd. Well - like seven eighths shep and one eighth something else. I don't really remember. Showed in his ears, though. Bailey and I... we didn't full-on fuck, not until later, at least, but um - I gave him a handjob before anything else. It was before I was really good at massages - I needed practice - and he lived really close; later on, we'd sneak out at night and spend time together in the park a few streets away... anyway. Our relationship started fast and stayed that way, even though at that time in my life, I wasn't comfortable with being gay in public. Well, he had a brother who was in college, and who apparently wasn't afraid of a little adventure."

Alex disappeared for another moment, probably to check the temperature of the water, and then came back into view. He seemed to be enjoying the story.

"School got out a little over two hours before my parents got off work, and even then, it took Mom an hour to get home, and Dad an hour and a half. Bailey and I usually took this to our advantage; that was enough time to fuck, take a short nap, and then just hang out for a bit before my parents got home. Of course, me and Bailey rode the same bus; that day, though, instead of going to my house like we usually did, he told me that his brother was home on vacation from college, and that he wanted me to meet him. So, I thought, why not? He had told me enough of his brother to make me want to meet him... but it was that kind of want where it was also okay if it didn't happen, you know? He left out that his brother was a little over six feet tall and on both the football and baseball teams of his school, and that he also had an interest in guys."

"Sports and boys? What does he not like? Was he a total beefcake?"

"Not quite. He had the build of any other quarterback, and then a little more because of everything he had to do for baseball, but he... was more down-to-earth, less thick-skulled." William let out a little chuckle. "That's the only thing about him that wasn't thick, though. When I reached out to shake his paw, I didn't expect to be swung around and pinned to the wall. I looked over to Bailey, but he was just grinning and laughing. First I felt another paw on me, other than the one keeping me against the wall, coming up under my shirt, and then all of a sudden there was another pair of sheppy paws working at getting my pants off. My terror didn't take long to go away, especially when I felt his brother's paws on my sack and cock while Bailey worked at getting the rest of my clothes all the way off, as well as his own."

A soft noise that sounded a little like a chuckle (or a scoff) came from the otter before he came up and took a pair of towels from the cupboard near William's legs. When he was close, he passed an appreciative grope to the fox, who straightened up and let out a little surprised chirp. "Kinda like that?"

"Sorta, but -" William held on to the otter's wrist and pulled his paw closer to him, at the same time grinding against the warm pads. "More like this."

"You're such a fox."

"Shh. Anyway. I soon found myself on my knees in front of two pantsless dogs, stroking both of their cocks. His brother was both thicker and longer, as I remember, and he smelled similar, but still certainly different... tasted about the same, though, which didn't take me long to figure out. Went on with that for a while, sucking one and pawing the other, then switching, and I guess they looked at each other or said something that I was too distracted to hear or something, because next thing I knew, his brother moved and sat back on the bench by the front door, and when I went over to continue, Bailey hiked my butt into the air and started liking me deep. By then, I'd taken him plenty of times before, but... good lord, with one cock pumping in and out under my tail and the other on my tongue, I couldn't focus on anything. I wouldn't be surprised if I had cum three times by the end of it. It was so... wow."

For this last part of the story, Alex had remained close; now, he picked up William's shaft between a finger and thumb and let it flop lazily back down, half-hard. "Sounds like you had quite a bit of fun."

"Oh, I did. It was - I think I still have dreams about it."

"The shower's probably ready. C'mon."

His claws clicked on the tile floor when he dropped down from the counter, and continued to do so, but softer, as Alex led him to the shower. They were both already very much naked, as William had not forgotten, so no time had to be wasted in undressing. Instead, the otter held the shower door open for him, and then stepped in behind him. There was more than enough room to accommodate the both of them (along with all the bottles of different shampoos and fur conditioners and soaps and who knows what all else) but, for some reason, William found it difficult to stay more than a few inches away from this well-muscled otter. He knew that Alex would take a little longer to wash, due to the nature of his fur: right now, all the water that hit him just rolled together and slid off the thick brown fur like little glass beads.

"It's been a while since I showered with someone that actually means someone to me," says Alex. He runs his claws through the wet fur of William's chest, leaving little valleys that remained until the warm water molded the fur back into shape.

"Me too." He thought back to one summer day with Bailey. He hadn't had another serious relationship since then, he realized. "As I remember, it was always... um, what's the word..."

"Heated?" The slightly-taller otter grinned and tugged William closer to him. The heat of his cock and sack was, somehow, discernible from that of the water.

"Sometimes. Not just that, though. It was also..." William shrugged. He ran his fingers over Alex's chest, working moisture into his fur. "Romantic. Sensual, maybe."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know what you're saying."

He had never stood this close to Alex before - at least, not without kneeling. The otter was easily a full head taller than him, and he also had considerably more muscle mass; the fox found that he felt safer, somehow, this close to him. Alex bent over and squirted some shampoo into his paws, then massaged that over the fox's chest. It felt pleasantly cool on his skin. "Ever bathed with someone?" William asked.

"Like, in a tub?"

"Yeah."

"No, actually, believe it or not. I mean, hot tub, sure, but that was for work. I don't think I can even fit in most bathtubs without having to pull in my legs or curl up or something."

"Your tub looks pretty large."

"Yeah. Looks. That's it." The otter's paws worked gently but steadily, and William found himself leaning into it. He himself had actually never once received a massage. Maybe this was the appeal in it.

Well, he had already figured out that Alex was good with his paws...

He closed his eyes and breathed in the mingled scents of steam, of floral soap and shampoo, of himself and Alex, the last of these an aroma he had started to enjoy more and more over the course of the evening. It was strange how he had fretted so much over just about everything before he came over, and now that he was here, he hadn't worried once. All his actions and words, everything he said or did... it all came naturally, as if Alex was someone he had known for a while and was someone with whom he was comfortable, as if he was a good friend.

...Except for that first part, wasn't all that true?

"I'm glad you could come over and spend all this time with me."

"Hm?" He looked up into happy blue eyes, and slowly became aware that Alex had finished shampooing his chest and was now working on the fox's arms, while William had yet to start on the otter. He reached down for the bottle, very much aware of the thick shaft that hung down between Alex's legs near his face when he bent over. "Oh, I'm having a really good time.

"Good." Alex moved his paws to the fox's waist and held them there, looking back and forth over his eyes and muzzle. Slowly, his lips turned upwards into a smile. "I'm glad you're here."

Not much more happened for the remainder of the shower, except for later on when William allowed his paws, still slick with soap, to find the otter's cock. He rubbed the thick, hot flesh and thoroughly coated it with a thin layer of slippery soap, and only offered a wide grin in apology when Alex breathed a gentle 'fuck you' over a moan and had to put one arm out to the wall to support himself. William not stopping his rubbing led to him being pushed against the wall and held there for a series of kisses and soft murmurs that were lost to his ears beneath the hiss of the water.

Eventually, Alex did calm down for the most part, even though the way his meat stood up against his bellyfur said differently. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, the fox behind him. The cold air was a bit of a shock to William, but he didn't have to endure it for long, as Alex wrapped a towel around him and began working the wetness out of his fur, ignoring himself for the time being. Of course, he spent a little extra time rubbing the (surprisingly soft) fabric of the towel over William's shaft and sack, and returned the grin he had gotten when he pulled it away to see a pulsing somewhat-erect cock.

William, also smiling, snatched the towel and turned to him; this time it was Alex's turn to be held against the wall, and he went with it and let himself be dominated. William ran the towel over his front and arms, stealing a quick kiss on the lips or chest or neck at opportune moments, and when he moved to his lower belly, leaned in for more intimate - but still gentle - nips along his neck. The towel fell from his fingers to the floor, but he did not stop the movement of his paw and fingers. Without the towel dulling the sensation of what ran under his pads, he traced two fingers up the underside of Alex's length, almost fully hard again, and then he wrapped his paw around it and stroked slowly.

Alex faltered against the wall with his touch, and licked his lips and leaned his head back. His still somewhat-wet fur clung to his body and clearly showed the lines and contours of his muscles. "Really, fox?" he breathed. William flicked an ear. "This'll make three times tonight... and it's... not even nine yet..."

"I know..." Alex's scent, even after the shower, was still present and palpable in the fur of his neck, and the warmth that emanated from all of his body felt so, so nice... bolstered on by the courage given to him by the smile the otter gave him in the shower, William ceased his nuzzling but kept his paw working evenly, looked up at the otter's distracted face, and said: "Alex?"

"Mmm...?"

"Can I request something a bit odd?"

"Mmyeah?"

He leaned in again and softly nipped the edge of his little round ear before whispering "I want you to fuck me."

Alex cracked an eye and grinded against William's paw. "Are... are you sure?..."

The fox nodded and moved his paw back up to Alex's belly, leaving him panting softly. "I've had the thought in my head all day," he said, even though he hadn't; it had entered his mind around the first time Alex pressed back against him and his tailhole clenched around his cock, and since then, it had refused to leave. He hated to admit it, but this happened to him many times at work - the thoughts, not the sex: he'd give a full-body to a guy that was either really well-endowed or had a very nice-looking cock, rarely both (Alex was certainly in the minority here) and he'd find that the only track his mind followed for the rest of the day - and night - was all the things he would do with and to that patron and his cock, if he was given permission.

He took Alex's paw and led him back into the bedroom, where he climbed up onto the bed with his fluffy tail raised. He turned and looked behind him: Alex stroked his length slowly, taking in the sight presented to him, and then kneeled down, spread William with his thumbs, and pressed his tongue against the fox's tailhole. William couldn't help sucking in a breath and squeezing his eyes closed... no matter how many times he had received a rimjob, the initial feeling of the first lick always stunned him. It was warm, moist, totally unlike the kiss of a lubed shaft there, somehow the same while totally different, and better in its own way. He bunched the bedsheets in his paws and bit his lower lip as Alex swirled that damn tongue of his around and slid it deeper, teasing the fox, heightening his want and his lust. Sure, it was different than a dog's tongue, and also different than a cat's (which was, indeed, a paradise all its own) but, by God, it was not a bad sort of different. If he knew he could be able to hold himself up with one arm, which he knew he couldn't, he would reach his other back to pull the otter's head closer so he would push deeper with his tongue...

And then, where a tongue had been half a second before came the caress of air, cold in comparison. William looked behind himself again to see the otter slickening up his shaft with his saliva; he also saw a string of pre leaking from the tip of his own cock to a spot directly beneath him, where he must have leaked.

"You ready?" asked Alex - and then the familiar pressure of a drooling cocktip nuzzled up under his tail. Since his first few times bottoming, he found that that was a feeling that made him unable to resist pushing back, that it was the most effective form of teasing.

"Yeah," he purred; and then, a moment later, "but be careful."

"I know." Warm paws came down onto his hips, and the claws dug in slightly. "I don't want to hurt you."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know. Just... slowly..."

First came that powerful pleasure of being pushed against, without penetration... and then, shortly after, sharp, powerful pain reminiscent of the first time he tried to bottom - 'I don't need lube', he said, 'I can take it'. But, he got through that, and he will get through this, too, because God damn if some pain gets in the way of his slavering lust. "God..." he moaned, and wiggled feebly, which he instantly regretted, as this sent another jolt of deep pain through his body.

"You sure you want to do this?" came Alex's deep voice from behind him. The grip of the paws on his hips lightened.

"Yes - yes. I'm sure." Patience had never been William's strong suit. "Just... gimme a moment..."

And it took more than a moment. Eventually, though, he did get used to the otter's girth, and then had to become accustomed to his just-as-formidable length. He gripped the blankets tighter, not caring if his claws pierced the fabric, and pressed back so that the otter sank further into him. Right when the pain returned from the length, Alex breathed out a shuddering sigh and his cock throbbed, probably oozing out some of his copious pre. Good - that would serve as lube. The hardest part about getting fucked was always the beginning.

He readjusted his position, which dragged another moan from the otter, and gritted his teeth - this was about all he could take. "Okay," he panted, and looked behind himself. Alex's mouth hung open and his eyes were closed. "I'm ready. Go."

"...William, you sure? I -"

"I said go!"

Maybe he wasn't actually ready, but Alex's first pull out and thrust back in, even though it was a slow and gently movement, caused him to bark out a noise that sounded somewhere between a yip and a whimper. A shiver arced through his body and Alex stopped, but only for a moment before he took up a rhythm. The fox moved with it at first, giving up on using his shaky arms to hold up his upper body and lowering the side of his muzzle to the bed; he panted through his mouth and let the moans come as they did with each of Alex's thrusts and the accompanying shock through his body, which gradually turned from a cold, painful discomfort to the kind of energizing pleasure that he knew from having a cock under his tail. Again, it was a feeling that made him want to press back against whoever it was that was fucking him, that made him want to feel it deeper inside him, even though he knew it would hurt. Lifting himself back up - and then wobbling a little on unsteady arms - he started to move against Alex's rhythm, lurching forward when the otter pulled back and then pressing back against him whenever he thrust in.

"God... such a tight ass..."

William swallowed and reached a paw underneath himself; his own erection bounced against his bellyfur, the end slick with pre. The touch of his own paw in conjunction with Alex's fucking, which grew gradually faster and fiercer, forced him to place that arm beneath himself again to regain his balance before he brought it back and closed his paw around his length. When pawing while being fucked, he never lasted long, no matter his self-control; for this reason he gripped lightly and stroked slowly, letting the speed of Alex's thrusts determine the pace. He was already leaking quite considerably... hell, almost as much as the otter was capable of. Still lurching forward and back with each hump, he moved his paw to his muzzle and lapped off the pre that coated the side of his thumb.

Alex seemed to enjoy the fox's ass. He was hunched over him, one arm pressing sideways on his upper back while the other still remained with the paw by his tail, pulling him back against him with every push in. His breath came and went in short, heavy puffs, as did William's beneath him, and every now and then he gave voice to a grunt or a moan or something of the like. Yes, his length still caused the fox quite some pain when he shoved it in all the way, but... it was a good pain.

"Fuck, baby..." Alex leaned all the way over William so that he could feel and hear his breath in his ear. He wrapped both arms around the fox's middle and pulled him to himself while he pounded with his hips, thrusts and breathing both picking up weight and pace. Beneath him, William had lost himself in the fucking, and panted openly as he pawed himself off.

The fox didn't give much of a warning when he came - not with words, at least: his breathing picked up further, his exhalations turned from gasps to high-pitched moans, and he slammed himself back against Alex for three deep thrusts. His first spurt of cum hit his chin, and the others each reached a shorter distance than the last on the bed. Thoroughly exhausted and shivering all over, he slumped back down and had to breathe through his open mouth while Alex approached his own climax. It didn't take long for him to finish; when William came, he was fully aware that he clenched tightly around the thick cock that slid in and out of his tailhole, and he knew that this was part of it. The otter failed at containing his own noises of ecstasy, and dug his claws into William's shoulders when he came - and when he did, even though he was already very deep, William could actually feel the force and warmth of his seed, as if he had slammed in that much further.

"Good lord..." He remained in him for a moment, panting heavily, and then pulled out - which made William gasp again - and flopped down onto the bed. "I am... wow."

The fox simply fell over onto his side and then dragged himself up to the pillow beside Alex, not even caring that his own cum was now soaking into his fur. He was also aware of the seed that slowly dripped out of his tailhole... "I'm... out of breath."

"You too?" Alex laughed and pulled William closer to him. The fox wrapped his tail around his leg and nuzzled into his fur, drawn in by the irresistible aroma of otter, of Alex Long. "God. I'm really glad you were able to come over today. I mean, not only for the sex, even though it's damn nice, but, I like you."

"Thanks, Alex," murred the fox, after he had a moment to catch his breath. His heart still pounded in his chest, though, and he found that he was still shaking when he lifted his paw to stroke the otter's soft, soft chestfur. "Thanks for everything. This really has been a good night - the best I've had in a while." He leaned in for a kiss, and was met with no hesitation.

"I'm really happy to have met you," Alex said after the kiss. Then, unexpectedly, he stood, padded over to the other side of the room, and flicked the light off. The resulting darkness surprised William; he must have let time get away from him. "What time do you have to wake up for work tomorrow?" the otter asked on the way back. The blankets ruffled and shifted as he worked his way under them; William did the same, and then after a moment, felt a paw find his and hold it. "I can set an alarm for the morning... what do you want for breakfast?..."