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It had been a week since that awkward incident. Upon seeing the naked otter, Hans had apologized hurriedly, not giving the other time to explain himself, before leaving his house hurriedly. For Luna's part, he tried his best to avoid his friend, not wanting to bring up the situation. 'Why did it he come over at that time? Why then?' The otter lemented. What would he do next time the two met? It was going to be so awkward, he anguished. Hans mind couldn't distract itself from that image of his friend. "Ya, Clare, could you come over? My parents arent home till sunday, buisness trip down in Florida or something." That would take hopefully take his mind off him. She might not have the biggest tits or ass, but they sure were some of the best. Size doesn't always matter. Well, unless it pertained to what was just starting to swell with anticipation inside his tight jeans. Thirty minutes later he was balls deep, thrusting into a small chipmunk girl. Her body was the shape of any man's dream, perky breasts and a rear that could have belonged to Aphrodite herself. Her gasps and high pitch squeals rang along the deep growls and dominate moans of Hans. With an animalistic snarl, his hips met her own as he felt his cock swell and knot her small body. A moment later it was over and he was pulling out. He collapsed on the bed beside her, tongue lolling out. "Come on Clare, spend the night. My parents wont be home, you'll be fine. Plus I haven't had a chance to feel those heavenly lips, damn, I love how you blow me." He lied. She blew him just like every girl at his school, sloppy and always with a fair bit of teeth involved. The later of the two was actually quite difficult with him but still, the cold, hard, bone never felt pleasant against his erection. In all truth, he just wanted a woman to distract him from his thoughts. Clare rolled back onto him, tracing the fox's strong chest. His fading manhood pressed against her, tight, nude rear.

She sighed, "you know I can't, hun, I have cheerleading practice. Don't you have football as well?" "Fuck," Hans cursed. He would be there. "Is something wrong? I thought you were looking forward to getting back on the field?" "Ya, ya, just something with, uhhhhh, the coaches." He quickly deflected the question. The two didn't stay together much longer, she soon rose, dressed and left for home. A thought was filling the fox's mind. An image and then a question. At the moment of climax, he had seen something other than the gasping chipmunk, but his best friend, the otter boy gasping and moaning in his clutches. What would it have been like, if that had been Luna?

Hans was in a bitter mood, walking off the turf field. This was going to be a long year. He had already gotten in a fight with the running backs coach Martel, a tall, muscled bear that looked like someone out of a body builders magazine. The dispute over how best to receive a handoff had ended with the fox running a total of over a thousand yards. The bear had one way, and if you didn't like it, you could join the fox. Thats what he said. The others had the tact to avoid the same fate. Hans barged angrily into the locker room. He was covered in sweat. Luckily for him, the team wouldn't start gearing up till a couple weeks after school started, but the astroturf was still blistering in the summer heat. Without a shred of modesty, Hans stripped out of his sweat soaked garments, throwing them with his bag he had left out, and walked, nude, into the showers. The showers were open, leaving little to the imagination when the burly players decided to clean themselves. Hans, for a fox, was quite an eye turner and liked to flaunt the fact. His back neck and face were covered in a light, faded red while the skin of his chest, neither regions and thighs was a pale white. Pale grey eyes burnt in his slender face. The fur of his body and tail was usually silky and soft to the touch, with the notable exception of after practice or a game when his sweat would mat it. Hard, sculpted muscles ran tight under his skin, his pecs perfectly proportioned above an admirable six pack that he never missed an opportunity to display. His legs were powerful and lanky, giving both a combination of power and swiftness to his endeavors. Nestled between his white thighs was his large, plump sheath. Two well endowed fox balls hung below it, all covered in the same snow white fur of his body. The water matted Hans fur as he scrubbed the grime from himself. His eyes wandered over the locker room. Few others had chosen to take a shower, either due to the light clothing or embarrassment over their exposure. Hans eyes soon fell on Luna. He had avoided contact with the otter, all practice due to the coaches separating up their positions. Hans to the running backs, Luna to the linebackers. He followed the otters gaze. The otter was staring at Rune, a huge, 6'5" stallion. Hans blushed as he noticed the stallion's cock was erect, the male going about washing his mane as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Best thing to do if you get a hard on, Hans reflected, there were other men, they'll understand. Hans eyes again were drawn to the stallion's cock. Damn, he was huge, most stallions were. It was most likely over a foot, a wide, flared, flat head capping it. The stallions balls looked the size of tennis balls and shone smooth, covered in black, shiny skin. Hans looked away blushing. What was he doing? It was another man, he couldn't be having thought like that. He looked back at the otter. The otter was fiddling with his locker, having crossed his legs and looked away. "See ya later," Runes said as he passed Hans' shower. The stallions earlier erection was still visible under his white towel. Hans switched off his shower, "Cool, see you around." Hans wrapped a towel around his waist. Most everyone had left by now, with the exception of Luna. Hans had been waiting for this. The otter, for some odd reason was always one of the last to leave the locker room, despite usually saving his showering for home. Hans strode up beside Luna, who was bending over to retrieve something from his bottom row locker. "Hey Luna." The otter jumped at hearing the others voice. "W-what!?" He stammered in a way that Hans thought was oddly endearing. " I just want to talk to you about what I saw last week." It was easy to see, under the otters fur, a deep blush had covered his features. "Im sorry I barged in like that, I should have called over first." Luna nodded, looking up at his friend from where he crouched next to his locker. "Its fine, I was just jacking off, not like you've ever done that." Hans gave a slight chuckle. There had been a time before high school like that, but thats not what he had come to discuss. "I saw were your cum was," he pressed, the skin under the otters fur reddening, "you don't just get cum in your mouth unless your trying something. Also, I couldn't help but notice you looking at Rune earlier. That horse has a cock like a hammer. But I meant to ask you something," he paused for a moment, "are you gay?" Luna's eyes widened. He had suspected the fox knew since he had walked in on him. There would be no going back. The otter nodded. Hans hid a sigh of relief, he had guessed correct. The otter looked down with shame in his eyes. "Hey Luna, its fine." He held his breath, hoping upon hope his friend would appreciate what he was about to do. Luna's mind was full of shame as his eyes gazed over the grey concrete of the lock room's floor. "Hey Luna, its fine," entoned the fox above him. He felt a paw gently caresses between his ears and he looked up at the fox. A quick swoosh, and the fox had relieved himself of his towel, the only thing between the kneeling otter and the fox's cock. Luna's eyes widened as he realized what was happening. The sheath of the fox bobbed inches away from the otters nose. He saw it swell, engorged with lust, a glistening black tip pushing past the white fur. Luna looked up at the fox, slightly confused but excited by the events. "You're, not, uhhh,you know-li" the fox cut him off with a dominate growl, "does it matter? Its a cock, suck it." Luna could almost here 'bitch' teasing at his friends tongue. He had heard him like this only a few other times, all of them around woman before he decided enough was enough and had his pleasure with them. But this time it was different. He was the fox's object of lust, and thereby the males unspoken property, to do with what he liked. Or at least thats how Luna saw it. On Hans case, it was more a cringe worthy balance between letting too much of his dominate breeding instinct out, and treating his friend with enough humility to let them walk away still friends. Hans cock was a glistening, onix as it slowly slipped out of his sheath before the otters eyes. A wave of musk filled Luna's nostrils. It made him light headed. He had never smelt another man before, and Hans sent smelled like something out of an erotic dream. All the manly scents of a cologne store, along with a musky sweetness assailed his sense of smell. The otters tongue traced his lips lightly, before letting himself take a brief kiss of the tip. The cock was hard, warms and sweat against his palate, a drop of pre slowly formed and seeped into the otters mouth, filling it was a flavor that complemented his smell perfectly, but a hundred times more potent. The otters lips conformed around the lustful flesh, the otter taking in inch by inch as all, hard, oozing eight inches of the fox pressing into his throat. Drawing back Luna teased at the shaft with his small ruff tongue. Licking up and drown the manhood, he admired the length as it glistened in the dim light. A grow came from above, "Get back on my cock, bitch." There was something more feral, more dominate in his voice. "I don't have all fucking day." Luna did wordlessly as the fox commanded. He again let the member slip into his mouth. The flesh assailed his tongue and back of his throat as the fox thrust into his muzzle. A paw grasped the back of his fur covered head. Hans moaned in pleasure, the otter licking placatingly at his shafted, drenching it in saliva. This was the best muzzle he had ever fucked, his friend knew just how to avoid using his teeth. Luna gagged but quickly recovered at the paw tighten and forced the head of the black cock down his throat. A growl escapes Hans snarled lips. Damn that felt good. Hips thrust forward again, shoving more cock down the gagged otters throat. It hurt and stifled the otter, but at same time it felt so good. His member was rock hard in his own shorts. Again and again the fox thrust, shoving hard sweat flesh down his best friends throat. Hans hips began to thrust at a fast rhythm, fucking the otters muzzle like he had never been able to do to a girl. Turning and forcing the kneeling otter against the lockers he picked up his pace. Rattling from the lockers along from wet, lewd noises from the otters maw filled the echo-frequent space. 'So wet, so warm, so tight.' Pleasure rushed through Han's mind. He had little regard for his friends confort. 'He just needed to, mat-ahhhhhhh!' He felt himself cumming. His fingers gripped Luna's fur as he shoved his knot into the over gorged otters mouth. He felt cum erupting from his cock, plastering the otter's throat. It was almost too much for Luna to take. The swelling knot pushed itself into his small muzzle, the fox letting out a powerful growl. He saw the other's tail raise, hips convulsing, then a moment later sweet, salty cum filled his throat and muzzle. He tried swallowing, but it wasn't enough to sate the flow of the fox's love. He gagged again and seed dribbled out of his lips and down along his chin. The fox's cock fell limp out of his mouth. The extra space let him swallow again. He heard Hans panting above him as he licked his lips. "Damn Luna, thats the best oral I've had. Sorry if it was a bit rough, but I kinda got into the moment." Martel's cock shone with its own seed in the harsh light of the security monitor. That had been good, the bear reflected. This was a lovely day. He reached and pulled the security tape from its player. The fox and faggit otter would have to do whatever he said. And he had thought of a lot of uses.