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This was originally intended to be a later chapter of Homecoming. Backstory for those who haven't read the story:Jake Pierson: Protagonist, 23 years old, mixed-breed dog. Recently completed college and is engaged to Clarissa. They're back in her hometown for the wedding, which is scheduled to take place about two weeks after the events in this chapter.Edgar Pierson ("Pierson"): 46 years old, mixed-breeed dog, Jake's father. Goes by just "Pierson". Mostly-retired porn star who quit mostly to raise his son once he hit high school. Jake doesn't like people to know what his dad does, and at this point in the story Clarissa knows his history but neither Jake nor Pierson know she knows.Clarissa Ostberg: 22 years old, wolf. Attended the same college as Jake, met him there and got engaged while finishing her senior year. Jake was the first and only person she's ever had sex with, save for a fling with a girl. Strong-willed might be an understatement.Wyatt Larsen: 24 years old, hyena. Jake's childhood friend up until Jake relocated to Seattle for high school. After graduating (officially...) Wyatt took up porn acting after learning about his friend's dad doing it for a living. Sleazy, cocky, and full of himself. One other important event at this point: Jake recently fooled around with his dad for the first time ever, while they were both drunk.  It was Jake's first gay experience. Other references may not make sense if you haven't seen the series but hopefully you'll get the gist.-- Wyatt --"How do you know where the secret hiding spots are around here already?" Jake was asking while they pushed their way through the branches, ducking underneath the heavy ones.

They made their way down from the road between a divide in the trees that was just short of being a trail,. Flattened grass made a mat underneath their paws to guide the way, wending between fallen logs and brambles before opening up abruptly into a pebbly beach that ran alongside the river, hemmed in by trees at either end that drooped over the river and hid the secluded spot from anywhere but the river proper.

"California, Washington, fuckin' Russia, smoke spots are the same everywhere," Wyatt said, perching on one of the few larger rocks amidst the sand and stones to slip his sandals off. "Find a nice view out of the way and you can bet someone's getting high there."

Jake stayed standing, paws on his hips and looking around. "It is nice," he said. "Are you sure we're far enough from the road though? What if someone finds us?"

"Then they can join in," Wyatt said, already digging in his backpack for a joint. "Dude, don't sweat it, nobody cares. Especially up here. I hear they're going to make it legal soon." He found one and pulled it out along with a lighter. With practiced ease he sparked it up,  took a deep breath, and exhaled it slow through his nose.

"Soon isn't now," Jake said doubtfully, but joined his friend up on the rock anyway. There was just enough space for the two of them after Wyatt scooted his butt over.

Wyatt handed the joint over to Jake, who took a hit from it and leaned back on his elbows, holding it carefully between thumb and forefinger to keep it out of the way. They hadn't gotten high together but this wasn't the first time, either - Jake had been more straight-laced when he'd lived down south, and limited his experimentation to just that. Wyatt, on the other hand, was happy to partake often, and had since he was in middle school.

"Man, it's nice up here when it isn't raining," Wyatt said, looking around in much the same way Jake had a moment ago.

"It rains more in Seattle but it's still nice," Jake said. "In a different way." He took another hit, and coughed. "How's California?"

Wyatt shrugged and put his heels on the rock, resting his chest against his knees. "Same ol', you know. Sunshine and bitches and money. Pretty as it is up here I wouldn't leave the valley for nothing. Once you live there awhile it's hard to imagine living anywhere else."

Jake nodded  with his head tilted to one side and the other. "Eh, yeah, I guess. I never got used to it."

Wyatt made pinching motions with his fingers to get Jake to hand back the joint and took a hit from it. "I could tell, bro. You glad you left?"

The mutt made the same head-tilty nod as before. "Yes... And no. Both." He knuckled at one eye. "It's different up here. When you're living in a place that's not full of people who dream of being there it's a different attitude. It's not like it's Detroit or anything, we're not all miserable, it's just... Different." 

Wyatt nodded, took another hit, and handed the joint back. He had a nice buzz going on. "I hear you, man. Folks up here seem... Realer. Like they don't act different from how they are, they just... Are. Like Clarissa's friend, that asshole whatshername-"

"Hannah?" 

"Yeah, her," Wyatt said. Jake looked like he found it funny that the hyena knew exactly who he was talking about. "She's bein' all stuck up and shit at me, but she isn't playing at it, you know? Like she actually hates me, I think." He laughed. "I gotta respect that. Bitches down south, they'll treat you like shit because they think they're supposed to."

Jake was laughing too. "You like it up here because people hate you?"

"Nah, man, nah," Wyatt said, shaking his head. "Not like that. If she was treating me nice, like your bros up here do, I'd know it's because she really liked me. I like that she's real, that's all."

"Not to burst your bubble," Jake said, and took a hit, coughing, before continuing. His voice was tight with it. "But she probably just hates you because you're from California. People up here get hung up on that. They think you're all going to move up and corrupt their kids and make houses expensive."

"Fuck, man, I don't want to live up here. Ain't nobody in California I ever met who does, excpet you and your old man." He let his ankles drop and leaned back on his elbows alongside Jake. "So tell me about your bros."

"Kevan and Brandon? What about them?"

"That's what I'm asking you," Wyatt said. "They cool? They taking care of you?"

Jake shrugged and nodded. "Sure, yeah. That's different too, I didn't grow up with them like I did with you. But they're all right. Kevan's funny." He giggled and plucked fuzz off his shorts.

Wyatt snickered. "He seems like it. You sure him and Brandon ain't a thing?"

"I know, right?" Jake said. "You'd think it, but nope. Brandon's straight as an arrow, and Kevan's like his... Little brother, it seems like. Or sister. Or maybe his big sister. It's really weird. They did grow up together, so maybe that's why it's like it is." He took another hit off the joint, which was getting down to a roach, his voice thicker now. "Kevan knows about dad, what he used to do for work. But Brandon doesn't."

"You think so? Wyatt asked. "Those two seem like they'd share anything."

"Yup, Kevan says he hasn't. I don't see why I shouldn't believe him."

"How does he know?"

Jake pursed his lips in thought. "I can't remember, believe it or not. I think he... Asked?" He said it like a question. "Maybe? I don't remember telling him." He shook his head and kicked at a pebble. "Maybe he saw one of his movies or something."

"Maybe you told Brandon too and you don't remember. Here, gimme that before it goes out." Wyatt took the roach, puffed the last of it, and tossed it towards the river where it sat there smoldering.

"That's really good shit," Jake said, licking dry lips to moisten them and laying his head back against the rock.

Wyatt nodded and stretched out onto his back alongside, his lanky frame conforming backwards against the curve of the rock, paws clasped over his belly. "Medical shit." He let his eyes close. 

They sat in silence for awhile.

"How's business?" Jake asked after awhile.

Wyatt shrugged without opening his eyes. "Business is business. I thought you didn't like to talk about it."

"No one else is here," his friend said. "Are you still making movies?"

"If I didn't I wouldn't have enough money to spend a couple weeks up here just chilling. Just did a shoot last week. It's going good, makin' a name for myself."

"I wish I could get paid to have sex," Jake said, and when Wyatt cracked an eye he saw Jake had sat up and was mimicking the pose Wyatt had been in a moment ago, hugging his knees. He looked thoughtful though, not wistful like Wyatt had first thought.

"It's a good gig," Wyatt said. "Ain't for everyone though. Hey! You went to college, what're you complaining for? Shit, I'd go to college if I could."

"You could if you wanted," Jake protested. "You just have to do it. They have financial assistance-"

"Nah, man, not like that," Wyatt said, shaking a paw as if swatting away a bug. Actually there was a bug and it hit his palm, surprising him. "I ain't smart like you. No, serious." Jake looked like he was about to protest. "You prolly take it for granted how smart you are. Like with taking care of your dad. I couldn'd do that either. I ain't trying to make you feel bad, just saying. You got your thing, I got mine. Your dad's got his. We all got our thing. You know?"

Jake only seemed to be half paying attention to him by the end of Wyatt's attempt to say something profound, but the dog nodded anyway.  "I'd still like to get paid to have sex," Jake said, and this time did sound wistful.

Wyatt laughed. "Man, you haven't listened to a word I been saying. You just think that 'cuz me and your old man do it. You want though, I'll throw twenty bucks at you to suck my dick."

"I sucked my dad's dick," Jake said.

For a moment Wyatt was sure he'd heard him wrong, turning his head and knuckling both his eyes to clear them. Jake was looking out over the river, then back at him with an unreadable expression.

"I'm serious," Jake said.

"Dude," Wyatt said while he struggled to sit up. "You gave your old man a blowjob?"

"Twice," Jake said, and bobbed his head while he said it. "A couple days ago."

Wyatt wasn't the kind of guy to be easily surprised, but that one surprised him. He never thought of Jake as having the balls (or the interest) to do something like that, much less cop to it. "No shit."

"Fuck, I can't believe I just told you." Jake squeezed his eyes closed tightly and opened them again, blinking.  "I wanted to tell someone. Just to see what it felt like to tell someone instead of being afraid to. You're my best friend, and you said you've had sex with guys too." He grinned at Wyatt, much to the hyena's surprise. "This is really good weed."

"I guess so, if you're telling me something like that." He felt his cock start to harden in his shorts, of its own accord. "You ever suck cock before that?"

Jake shook his head. "Nope, never."

"Damn, dude. Blowing your old man, that's unreal." He shook his head. "I guess if it was gonna be anyone's dad though, it'd be him. So what'd you think? If you did it twice I guess you liked it the first time."

Jake giggled. "Yeah. It wasn't weird like I was afraid it would be when we started. Dad was... Well, you know him. He was cool about it." He rubbed his eye, dragged his paw back to flatten his ear and let it flop back into place. "Yeah. It was cool. Hey, you want one? I can give you one if you want."

"I dunno man," Wyatt said like he was being thoughtful about it. "I got something of what you might call a policy against friends sucking my dick."

Jake stared at him. "Wait, you what?" Then, after Wyatt couldn't contain his grin any longer, the dog started to laugh. "Damnit Wyatt, you are so full of shit!"

Wyatt laughed along with him while he hitched down his board shorts just enough to expose his crotch. His cock, well on its way to an erection, lay heavy and dark against his thigh. "Yeah bro, you can suck it." He cradled it in his paw and gave it a shake. Wyatt might have never thought Jake the type, but that didn't mean he wasn't willing to indulge - or take advantage of - his friend's interest. 

Jake uncoiled down off the rock, kneeled between his legs and dipped his muzzle towards Wyatt's belly. A moment later warm wetness surrounded the hyena's cockhead and he leaned back with a contended sigh. 

-- Clarissa -- Clarissa was surprised to see Wyatt's Subaru parked in the turnout near the river trail. She'd thought this was kind of place nobody from out of town knew about. Tourists are taking over, she thought with only a hint of bitterness, too far removed from small-town thinking to muster caring. WIth how long she'd been away she was practically a tourist herself.

The smell of pot smoke hit her nose when she was halfway down the trail and she smirked. So that's what he's doing down there. She thought momentarily of surprising him but decided that'd be a bitchy thing to do, so instead well before she was in sight she called out.

"It's just me! I'm not the cops, don't worry!"

She made lots of noise crashing through the brush too. Clear of the bushes she pushed aside a few low-hanging branches to find not just Wyatt, but Jake there as well, the two of them sitting across from one another. Jake was sitting on his backside  in a grassy spot amongst the pebbles, while Wyatt was on a rock leaning back on his arms, ankles hanging over the edge and kicking. Jake looked guilty. Wyatt looked smug. Clarissa had no idea why.

"Oh, hello Jake," she said. "I didn't know you two were hanging out today." She tried to sound as disarming as possible. "Mind if I join you guys?" Jake looked really worried about being caught, which surprised her, since it's not as if they didn't get high together before. She felt guilty for surprising them, especially after she'd tried to avoid it.

"Nah, have a seat," Wyatt waved her over, while Jake just nodded. "We were just gonna light up another one. You like to party?"

Clarissa nodded and sat down next to Jake. "Sure do. Hi sweetheart." She leaned over and gave Jake a kiss, who still hadn't said anything and still looked like he was afraid she was going to transform into a police officer. "Don't I get a hello?"

"Sorry! Yes, hello, hi," Jake said, and kissed her back, this time on the lips. His were warm and wet. "You surprised us." He gave a weak smile. "I thought you were the cops, even when you said you weren't."

"You surprised me," Clarissa said. "I didn't think anyone from out of town knew about this place. Thanks." She took the joint Wyatt had lit and took a drag off of it, filling her lungs before letting it out slow so as not to cough. Jake took it next, hurrying his hit so he coughed out smoke. Wyatt climbed down off the rock to sit with them in the grass, and took a more languid hit.

They chatted for awhile, Wyatt easygoing, Jake only slowly unwinding until he was joking along with the rest of them. The first joint was gone and another one started, by then Clarissa feeling light-headed and woozy in a pleasant sort of way. It made the conversation slower and they all took more time to get across what they were saying, but she didn't mind. It made her uptight when Jake was uptight, so it was worth it just for him to relax.

Seeing Jake and Wyatt interact was an unexpected treat for Clarissa. When she'd first met the hyena she'd wondered how he and her fiancé had ever been friends - they seemed so different. Wyatt the very picture of a smartassed surfer dude and Jake... Being Jake. Seeing them together, though, the camaraderie between them was evident to such a degree that Clarissa had to remind herself not to feel jealous. She'd never seen Jake this close to anyone before barring herself, and as the two of them reminisced about old times growing up she couldn't help but smile (dumbly, she figured, given how high she felt right now) at just how familiar with each other they so obviously were. A few times Wyatt had said some things - mostly snickering barbs directed at Jake - that she would have thought would piss Jake off, but he took them in stride better than he ever took anything - and gave as good as he got, something else she wasn't at all used to. She didn't even know he could be this easygoing, and it was relieving to see after weeks of more-uptight-than-usual Jake.

The nagging jealousy was helped tremendously by Jake's obvious effort to keep her involved in the conversation and Wyatt's easy acquiescence to it whether he recognized it or not. Every time the topic lingered too long on things from well before Clarissa's time with him Jake would pause to explain, or change the subject to something more inclusive. Wyatt, for his part,  seemed as interested in stories about the two of them from college as he was to talk about his own experiences over the years since Jake had moved away. Experiences that apparently mostly included partying, sex, surfing, or some combination of the three.

"How's the wedding planning shit going?" Wyatt was asking. It took her a moment before she realized he was addressing her.

"God, I'm so ready for it to be over," she said, and hoped she hadn't taken too long to answer. "I just want to be married. I think my mom's enjoying all this more than I am."

Wyatt grinned while Jake gave a watery smile. "Mom's do," the hyena said, and passed her back the joint. "How about you Jake, you ready to get hitched?"

Jake looked at him askance, almost suspiciously. Clarissa got the feeling there was more being said here than what was spoken. "It's a lot of work," he ventured. "But I don't mind it."

Clarissa blew a raspberry. "You don't have to say that for my sake, Jake. It's a pain in the ass. Oh, I know it'll be worth it, but for right now it feels like nothing but work."

"Worth it for the wedding night though, yeah?" Wyatt said with a waggle of his eyebrows.

Jake gave him a dirty look, but Clarissa giggled. She was giggling a lot now. 

"You been saving yourself, Jakey?" Wyatt teased. "Keeping her pure until god approves of your union?"

"Wyatt, knock it off," Jake said, but he was giggling in spite of himself. Clarissa was, too.

"He's been a perfect gentleman," Clarissa said. "Especially when we're having sex." Still giggling, she leaned over and kissed Jake on the cheek, who ducked his head embarrassedly so her lips touched just  beneath his ear.

"Aw, look at you two," Wyatt said. "That's not how you're supposed to do it."

They both looked at him questioningly, Jake with his head still down.

"Ain't you two ever shotgunned before?"

 Clarissa had never even heard of the term, except in reference to beers, which just made her sick. Jake was shaking his head, too.

"Are you serious? Here, gimma that." Wyatt held out his fingers to Jake, who passed him the joint. "I'm gonna need a volunteer. Eenie, meanie, miney," He made it through the back-and-forth three times before stopping. "Fuck it. C'mere Clarissa." He motioned with the joint.

Clarissa leaned away from Jake and over to Wyatt - they were sitting encircled close enough for their feet to almost touch, so it was easy - and blinked at him. "Now you gotta take a big one like this-" he took a deep draw off the joint, cherry glowing bright, and held his breath while holding it out to Jake, who took it back. Wyatt's voice was tight and strained when he said, "Breathe out, all the way."

She did, emptying her lungs, and when the hyena's muzzle came to hers and their lips touched her first reaction was to kiss him back. It went straight from action to reaction, bypassing thought on the way, and the next thing she knew warm smokey breath was being exhaled into her muzzle. Just as reflexively she inhaled at the same time, drawing in what he was expelling out, too slowly though so gray smoke curled around their muzzles. Somewhere in the middle they began to make out, breathing all the while, until it hit her like a brick to the back of the head what was going on. She jerked back, abashed.

Wyatt's eyes were slitted and muzzle split in a grin.  Jake was sitting there frozen with the joint burning between his thumb and forefinger, eyes just as wide as Clarissa's. He didn't look angry, just... Floored.

"Oh, fuck! Oh no, Jake, I'm sorry-" Her head spun. The hit had been twice as big as anything she'd taken before, and inhaling it from Wyatt hadn't weakened it at all.

"Relax, it wasn't nothing." Wyatt said, still all grins. "Jake doesn't mind, do you Jake?"

"No, it's... Wow. Wow. Okay. Um." He kept trying to start sentences and never got past the first word. Clarissa had some idea of how he felt, more than a little dizzy herself, and not just from the weed.

"You wanna give it a shot too?"

"Wow," Jake said again. "Y-yeah. Okay." Jake seemed to unfreeze all at once, his body going loose from the locked position it had been in. It was immensely relieving to Clarissa to see, although she still didn't trust herself to read his reactions properly, not when she was this stoned. Jake looked at the joint. "How do I do it?"

"First you gimme that," Wyatt said, and without asking took the joint from Jake's fingers. He took a hit just like before, gave Clarissa a wink and motioned Jake towards him.

Jake seemed to be as if he was hypnotized the way he moved, leaning over in much the same way Clarissa had. And just as he had with Clarissa, Wyatt pushed his muzzle against Jake's and began to kiss him.

She had to ask herself three times - or more, she lost count - if this was really happening. Wyatt wasn't just exhaling, and he wasn't waiting for Jake to return the gesture the way he had with Clarissa. He was full-on making out with Jake and breathing out at the same time, while Jake took short little hitching breaths with an occasional muffled 'mmph' in between. When they parted Jake's muzzle was slack, and he stayed leaning where he was until Wyatt playfully and gently pushed him back upright.

"See?" Wyatt said. "Nothing to it." He flicked the roach away into the rocks closer to the river, and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his thighs.

"Did you just kiss him?" Clarissa blurted.

"Are you asking me, or him?" Wyatt asked with a chuckle, utterly unfazed and seeming not at all concerned by both Jake's and Clarissa's shock.

"Him! You! Both of you!" She rubbed her eyes wide and blinked away the fuzziness from them. "Did that just happen?"

"I was just going to ask you the same thing," Jake mumbled, and coughed a puff of smoke. "Jesus, Wyatt! What are you doing?"

"Getting you two high as fuck," he said. "Hey, you wanna make out some more?" He directed the question at Clarissa.

"What?! No!" She did, actually, but she didn't know if that was pot talking or the way his lips had felt against hers. Jake was back to staring at them both, expression unreadable.

"Okay. Want to suck my dick then? Jake here got it started but he left me hangin' when you showed up."

Clarissa's jaw fell open. Jake what!?

Jake made a ktch sound like he was choking, and looked very much like he was about to. "Wyatt, goddamnit, would you please shut up?" he managed to get out past his closed-up throat. He looked like he was trying not to panic.

"Oh, settle the fuck down," Wyatt said, and got to his feet. His shorts were tied with just a drawstring hanging from the front and came loose witha tug, sagging around his hips. "You were just saying like half an hour ago how you done with being a pussy." He pushed down the front part and let his cock flop over his paw, low and fat, swinging as he shimmied out of his shorts. Clarissa couldn't help but stare, and hoped Jake didn't notice just how fixedly she was, her vision swimming. "You wanna watch Jake do it instead? I bet he'd like that."

Clarissa felt like she should stand up, but couldn't. Wyatt was... Jesus. Really hot, she had to admit. He had a long, lanky body and a cock that looked as big as anything she'd seen - and he wasn't hard, not from the look of him. Jake, she realized, was staring too, but then again right now it was hard to look anywhere else with the way the hyena was practically looming over them. Had she heard Wyatt right? Jake was blowing him? Is that why they'd looked so guilty? Fuck, look at that thing.

"Well one of you better do it, I'm starting to feel like a fuckin' dumbass standing here with my junk hanging out." Clarissa could only watch as the hyena swung a leg over hers,  and he stepped right up to her until she was looking up at his dark shaft dangling in front of her nose. He gave it a wiggle.  "How about it, babe, ever suck a porn star's dick? We can put on a show for my boy here."

When Clarissa looked at Jake around the hyena's leg he didn't look quite so shocked anymore. He looked high, and sheepish. She hadn't meant her look to be interpreted as a question but she got an answer anyway when he gave a small, nervous smile and lifted his chin in an 'over there' gesture. 

Clarissa bit her lip, and looked between the two of them. "You were really going down on him?" she asked skeptically.

Jake nodded, looking even more sheepish now. "It kind of just happened."

"Yeah, after you asked," Wyat scoffed.

"I wanted to know what it was like," Jake protested. "Clarissa, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have, I know, we were just hanging out, and... Fuck." It was Jake's turn to rub his eyes now, looking mournful.

"Settle down, bro," Wyatt said from above Clarissa, looking back over his shoulder while he loosely stroked his cock - right in front of and above Clarissa's muzzle. "She ain't pissed, see? It was just a couple guys foolin' around."

Clarissa was not, in fact, pissed, but she wasn't sure if it was because she was stoned, shocked, or really okay with it. The idea of Jake being bi was... Well, unfathomable up until five minutes ago when she'd seen him making out with his best friend. And it's not exactly my place to judge, she thought with a twang of jealousy. After Sandra, did she even have any right to be upset? Did it matter?

She glanced up at Wyatt, then back at Jake. "Is this really okay?" she asked him.

Jake nodded and gave a small, encouraging smile.

That was all the assurance Clarissa needed. She lifted up off her backside, awkwardly swinging one leg and then the other underneath herself to get on her knees as she reached out and took Wyatt's thick cock at the base. Almost afraid to look at Jake again - although she didn't know why - she closed her eyes, opened her muzzle, and engulfed the hyena's cock between her lips.

"Aw, yeah, there you go," Wyatt mumbled, 'helping' her up by reaching around the back of her neck and tugging her encouragingly up. It had the effect of pushing his cock deeper, and she felt it surge harder on its way down towards her throat - she had to back off to keep from gagging on it. Then she began to suck on him, tasting the salt of his precum on the back of her tongue, and thought about the fact that she was right where Jake had apparently been recently.

Clarissa was stoned, confused, and horny. She'd never been with anyone besides Jake before, so by extension had never had a cock in her muzzle this big before. The hyena was hung - very, very hung - and however impressive he looked soft he was downright awe-inspiring the harder he got. She had to back off further, stroking what wasn't in her muzzle and gathering folds of skin against her lips. It was a decidedly alien experience, to be with a guy with a human-shaped cock - she'd seen pictures of such things plenty of times (including of this one recently) but experiencing one was another matter entirely. The head was thicker than a canid's, bulging larger than the shaft to form a crown collared in the loose skin of the shaft. The thick veins were only bulges that snaked along the ebon flesh (she'd never seen a black one in person, either, it occurred to her - canids were always red) instead of being visible, save for the smooth glans that was currently pressing uncomfortably at the back of her throat. It made her jaw ache, and felt good doing it. Beneath, a bulge as thick as her finger ran straight along the broad shaft from the hyena's low-hanging nuts all the way to the head, sometimes throbbing with his heartbeat. It seemed like every quality of the hyena's cock was there specifically to remind her it wasn't Jake's in her muzzle.

"Jake, man, get over here. You gotta get in on this." At first she wasn't sure what he meant, and still wasn't sure when Jake got to his feet (unsteadily) if that's what the hyena had intended, but he seemed content enough with it. From the corner of her eye she saw Jake unzipping his shorts and pulling out his stiff erection, having to tug his underwear over the tip to get it free, and tug himself slowly behind the knot as he stepped up next to his friend. Wyatt slung an arm over his shoulders and pulled him closer until the stood hip to hip, Clarissa bobbing her head on Wyatt's now very full erection.

She reached up with her free paw and replaced Jake's on his (smaller) cock, tugging him as he himself had to keep him hard. When she slipped her muzzle off of Wyatt to switch to Jake the hyena didn't protest, just watched as she went down on her fiancé instead now, jerking on Wyatt like she had Jake.

"No, hey, not like that, I ain't a dog," he said, and closed his paw around hers. Guiding her up and down in much longer strokes, spit and precum let her pawpads slide up and down his length from base to head. It somehow didn't feel real - it was like trying to jack off a baseball bat, her fingers unable to close around it at the base and barely touching beneath the head. When she looked up both Jake and Wyatt were grinning down at her, Jake still faintly uncertain but nowhere near as much as he had been before.

Clarissa switched her muzzle back to Wyatt, then back to Jake again, giving each of them a few minutes of her attention. Warm wetness was flooding between her thighs, and it wasn't just the pot - she felt like she was servicing the two boys, and found that she loved it. Jake's cock may not have been as large but it fit perfectly in her mouth, making her feel like an expert. Wyatt was a struggle to even fit between her lips but she loved that too, so long as he didn't mind her fumbling efforts to suck something that large. She soon found herself in a kind of routine, straining to accommodate the hyena for a few minutes, then switching to Jake for a brief respite spent bobbing her head on his modest cock.

"Dude, your girl's a great cocksucker," Wyatt said during one of the times she her her lips wrapped around him, giving Jake a shake with his paw on the far shoulder. "Look at that. She fucking loves it."

Clarissa slipped her mouth off. "Don't," she said to Wyatt, "Push it." The hyena just laughed, the sound withering to a groan when she engulfed his cock in her muzzle again, just to make sure he knew she wasn't that upset about his dirtytalk. In fact, she found herself struck with a pang of pride at the sleazy compliment, grinning around his bulky dick

Neither of them said much after that, and she took a little longer with each of them. She could tell Jake was close but Wyatt was harder to read - he was just rock hard the whole time, precum oozing into her muzzle or over her paw when she was busy with Jake. Eenie, meenie, miney... Coming to a decision she wrapped her lips around Wyatt again and this time kept going, long after she'd have pulled off to switch back, stroking him in long pumps of her fist along with her muzzle.

When Wyatt came it was with a harsh growl, and abruptly her mouth was filled to overflowing with semen. There wasn't much room in there to begin with so she had to swallow, frantically, to keep from spilling it. His paw (or was it Jake's?) clutched at the back of her head, holding her impaled while pulsing heat gushed into her mouth, filled her cheeks, and washed down her throat.  She gulped, gulped again, and gulped again, holding her muzzle still towards the end to just let the last of it drip into her mouth. The taste was so strangely unfamiliar - it struck her that until now she'd assumed that every guy's cum tasted the same, but now she knew differently. She liked it, but it struck her with a suppressed giggle that maybe she just had the munchies.

She didn't want Jake to think she'd forgotten him, so wasting no time she slipped her muzzle off of Wyatt and switched to her fiancé. Her mouth felt sticky - the hyena's cum was much thicker than the dog's - and her lips were dripping as she gave her Jake the same attention she had Wyatt. Jake lasted at most ten seconds, which was actually longer than she'd expected from how stiff he was and how he was shivering on his feet, and then all that cum already in her mouth was being washed down by watery canine spunk that she only had to swallow twice before it was all over. She sagged back onto her ankles, coughed, and wiped at her cheek.

"Holy shit... Thank you, Clarissa," Jake murmured, because he always said that after she's given him a blowjob. He looked sleepy, and had a big dumb smile on his muzzle.

"You guys cum a lot," Clarissa said, and burped as silently as she could, hoping neither of them would notice. 

"Shit, man," Wyatt said, having had a few more minutes to recover compared to Jake (who looked like he'd fall over if Wyatt hadn't been propping him up. "She sucks dick better than you." He laughed.  Then he said, "Whoa, hey bro, let's go over here," because now Jake did look like he was going to fall over. The hyena lowered Jake to the ground next to Clarissa, who scooted over to make room. "Down you go."

Jake flopped out on his back, and was still smiling that silly smile over at her. "That was really fun." 

"Yeah it was." Wyatt sat down next to Clarissa on the other side. He was, she noticed, still very hard.

This time, when the hyena leaned in to kiss her she responded to it with forethought, or at least as much as her stoned state could muster. She could feel Jake's eyes on her as she made out open-mouthed with Wyatt, a bit surprised that the hyena was apparently unconcerned with the fact that she probably tasted like cum. When they broke off after the brief but ferocious bout of kissing she looked back to see that indeed, Jake was watching them with a smile, one paw clutched around his sheath.

"Did you like seeing that?" she asked Jake, who nodded dizzily. So she kissed the hyena again, unsure if his answer had been about the blowjob or the making-out, and considered that it was probably both. Soon she was on her back, Wyatt with his elbow beneath him and one arm over her, then on her breast, rubbing and squeezing, and then beneath her shirt to do it against bare fur. His claws were hard and blunt, his pawpads soft, the contrast of them playing over her nipple when he found one.

It took her until after she'd started doing it to notice she'd wrapped her paw around Wyatt's erection at some point while they were kissing, stroking it in an overhand grip with precum drizzling on her wrist. He was still wet from the blowjob and every bit as stiff as when they'd started. On a hunch, rather than let go, she stole a glance over at Jake to find he was still staring. When she smiled at him, he smiled back, so she kept jacking the hyena off slowly, only now making sure Jake could see.

Wyatt's muzzle slid from hers, kissing along her cheek towards her ear. "You wanna ball?" he whispered when he got there, too quietly for Jake to hear. His paw slipped down between her legs and pushed against her crotch, bunching up her shorts so all she could feel was the pressure of it and the sensation of her wet folds flattening against her pelvic bone. He began to rub her, slowly, and his thumb tugged at the button on her shorts in silent offer.

Clarissa nodded tightly, but before she could say anything out loud Wyatt was kissing her again, so instead the only noise she made was a whimper that lingered as his thumbclaw popped open her fly. The hyena's paw snaked down into her shorts, of course beneath her panties, and she gasped when she felt his pawpads slide over the bare skin of her sex, probing and teasing her frustratingly softly. He still hadn't gotten lower than her clit when he pulled his muzzle away from hers with a smug smile.

Wyatt directed it over towards Jake. "Hey bro, you mind if me and her..." he nodded down towards Clarissa's belly, where his paw still disappeared between her legs, letting the display of it finish the question. His finger barely moved but he still teased her discreetly, bringing with it wordless promises she very much wanted Wyatt to keep.

But this time Jake hesitated, looking between them, and Clarissa wondered with a pinch of guilt in her stomach if maybe they'd gone too far. She'd agreed so readily because she really did, desperately, want to have sex with the hyena; so much so that she hadn't at first though to ask Jake.  That just made her feel even worse. Should she have? Fuck, what if this had all been a mistake? I never should have agreed to it, this was-

"'Scool, as long as she wants to," Jake finally said shyly, interrupting her thoughts. He didn't phrase it like a question, but Clarissa knew it was, directed at her. He was watching her as he said it.

Clarissa was still afraid of offending Jake by showing too much enthusiasm - she had to admit she positively ached for the hyena by now but didn't know if it was okay to show it. Just as shyly, she nodded again. The first one had been for Wyatt, but this one was for her fiancé.

Wyatt's muzzle smothered hers mid-nod, his tongue in her mouth before she could so much as whimper again. But for all his careless urgency the hyena took it pleasantly slow, making out with her for long minutes whilew his paw deftly unzipped her fly the rest of the way and gently tugged her shorts down. Clarissa helped by bracing her feet and lifting her hips , letting Wyatt tug them (and her panties) down her legs with practiced ease, at the end leaving her to kick them away from her knees while his paw went back between her legs. Once she had the use of her paws again she went back to stroking his cock, feeling it throb and begin to leak over her fingers so she smeared it around his his cockhead, squeezing it tightly every once in awhile because she read somewhere once that guys liked that.

Everything the hyena did was natural, effortless, lacking any of the playful awkwardness she was used to with Jake. The way he rolled her gently onto her back, the way he swung a leg over her and nudged his way in between her thighs, the way he used his paw to lightly brush hers away from his cock, the way he guided himself into her, and then...

Oh god. He felt amazing. Dimly, in the back of her mind she'd been expecting some discomfort given his size, or maybe he'd go too fast, or even maybe she'd have second thoughts. But  the way Wyatt entered her was perfect: A long, slow push of his hips that steadily sank his cock into her soaking wet folds, pausing the moment she so much as thought about whimpering when it got too deep and changing to short, careful thrusts to work her open. He was just eager enough to show his desire without taking her so roughly as to make it all about him, and the result was short, erupting blossoms of pleasure that started at the base of her spine every time he pushed inside, in counterpoint to the anticipation each time he drew back.

As her back began to arch naturally to meet him Wyatt's muzzle slipped from hers, kissing and nibbling along her neck. Inexorably his bare cock slid deeper, then deeper still, and she realized only long seconds later that she'd been assuming he'd slide on a rubber before they got started - she could still count on one paw the number of times she'd had unprotected sex, and of course only with Jake. But it was too late to ask him to now... And more importantly, she really, really didn't want him to, not after feeling that smooth, thick flesh plunging into her. She'd never complained about rubbers before but Wyatt had a cock that it felt like would be a crime to wrap in latex, or indeed, right now in anything other than her desperately wanting pussy.

Wyatt rose up on his arms before he'd fully impaled her, grinning down with a hyena-wide grin as his hips moved slowly, in and out. She could practically feel the smug thrill coming off of him before she opened her eyes to see it in his expression. He looked to the side a moment before Clarissa did, to see Jake watching intently, hard again and stroking himself.

"Dude, your girl feels so fuckin' good," Wyatt growled, hunching his hips in shorter, more grinding thrusts now, sending electric jolts up Clarissa's spine. "C'mere, I wanna do something," he said to Jake, with a toss of his head to motion him over.

Jake got to his knees, almost entranced, and crawled over to them. His cock swung between his legs and slapped at his belly. When he was close enough he sat on his ankles next to them, staring down at where Clarissa couldn't see, where Wyatt's cock and her crotch met. She wondered what it looked like from his vantage point.

"Make out with her, I wanna see."

Jake's eyes wandered sleepily up to Wyatt's, then down at Clarissa. He had a kind of uncertain grin on his muzzle as he brought it down, wordlessly, and mashed it to hers in a kiss of such fervor the wolfess felt as if she were suffocating on it.  She returned it with a ferocity of her own, wrapping her arms around Jake's neck and holding on tight as Wyatt began to fuck her again in the same short strokes he had before, but harder this time, shuddering her body with them. She felt him hit bottom and gasped into the kiss, a moment later an orgasm tingling around the edges of her senses before crashing into her, making her whine and moan muffledly against Jake's lips.

They stayed like that for awhile, Wyatt fucking her fully now while Jake, braced on all fours over her, gave Clarissa something to hold onto while the hyena had his way with her. Jake had always been an excellent kisser and right now she was immensely glad for it - she could legitimately claim that her next climax, and the one that came immediately after the first, were as much due to Jake's efforts as Wyatt's. She'd never felt so much the center of attention, even when she was blowing them. So... Desired.

When Jake finally did pull away it was, Clarissa had to admit with some embarrassment, because she wasn't doing a very good job keeping up her side of things with him. Between the pot and the rolling waves of pleasure rippling up her body she was hardly able to think straight, her muzzle more slack than closed, and she flopped back against the ground while Jake straightened up. Her eyes closed for awhile, just savoring the sensations, and when they opened again it was to see Jake and Wyatt in the midst of a kiss every bit as heated as her and Jake's had been. The hyena had one arm thrown over Jake's shoulders, holding him close while her fiance's paws wrapped around Wyatt's chest, holding his shoulders underhanded to keep from pitching over onto the two of them. 

Clarissa stared through watering eyes at her fiance and his best friend making out with a kind of detached awe - that it was happening at all, that she was getting off on it as much as she was, that Jake looked so... Eager for it. Wyatt still had a smirk on his lips, eyes opening long enough to look down at her to catch her watching, giving her a wink with his tongue swirling around in Jake's muzzle. Jake had never given the slightest indication he might be bi, or even just bi-curious, but right now he looked like it was a lot more than just curiosity fueling his enthusiasm. And all the while Wyatt's hips just kept pumping, kept driving his thick cock into Clarissa almost absently, yet still with enough deliberate and effortless skill to bring her to another orgasm without looking like it was hardly any work for him.

It clouded her vision, and when it cleared again Jake and Wyatt weren't making out anymore. Instead the hyena had his arm crooked tightly around Jake's neck, holding her fiance tight to his chest and dipping his muzzle down to growl something into his ear. Clarissa couldn't hear what it was, but she could see the effect it had on Jake as he let go of Wyatt's shoulder and reached down to take ahold of his own erection, squeezing it behind the knot and awkwardly jerking himself off. The hyena turned his attention back to fucking her now, jamming his prick inside her instead of just riding her - she didn't remember him getting himself to the balls in her pussy but he sure was now, hitting places... Places Jake didn't. Places no one had. Clarissa didn't even know sex could feel like this; like she was being claimed as much as pleasured. She was so used to being so big she had to be careful not to crush Jake and now here she was, underneath a guy not all that bulkier than him but feeling like she was the one being crushed beneath him, from the inside out.

Wyatt said something else, muzzle curled into a smirk, and Jake whimpered. He even twisted a little as if to try to pull away, ears dark red the way he got when he was embarrassed, but the hyena held on fast and just fucked Clarissa harder still, like he was showing off. With a gasp Jake came, squirting his load onto her exposed belly and breasts in long, watery jets that painted her from navel to neck, shuddering and twitching on his knees. He was still cumming when Wyatt let him go and shoved him out of the way so he could hunch back over Clarissa, leaving her fiance sitting on his butt with his cock spurting while the hyena invaded her muzzle with his tongue anew and distracted her away from him.

She wrapped her arms around Wyatt and held on for dear life; there was nothing else she could do. Whatever restraint he'd shown at the beginning was long gone now and she got a taste of some of the rough ride she'd been expecting, only now he'd worked her open first so there was no discomfort save for the bruisingly hard battering of her insides by his cockhead hammering her. Clarissa saw white, started cumming and didn't stop - it was like a constant wave, with peaks and valleys that washed over her in a perpetual rush. She was crying out for him, pleading with him to cum in her when he did - it took her a moment to realize he'd stopped, to feel his enormous cock throbbing and recoiling inside her, firing a load so deep in her pussy she wondered where it could even go. Clarissa just wrapped her arms and legs around him and held on, biting at his shoulders because she couldn't not, and let Wyatt own her like she'd never felt owned before. 

She could feel Wyatt getting close in the way his body tightened up, his thrusting becoming shallower and erratic, and his paw on her breast - oh that felt good, she wished Jake would play with her tits more - squeezing and shaking as his orgasm approached.  With all her body she begged for it, bucking up her hips to meet his jarring thrusts, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck until she was almost lifting up off the ground, or would be if Wyatt wasn't holding her down.  She wanted him, wanted him to cum in her so badly, so badly she was cumming again at the thought of it, at the anticipation of it, at the need for it...

And then he was, growling and huffing as she felt him begin to throb somewhere deep inside her, deeper than anyone had ever been, unleashing a torrent of spunk she could feel - actually feel - jetting up into her.  Every spurt of it splashed against her somewhere secret, somewhere it belonged, a flood she was sure would be washing back out of her were it not for the long, stiff rod plunged inside her.  She'd thought dogs came a lot, at least, that's what she'd heard and Jake had never given her reason to doubt it, but right now it felt like Wyatt was unloading a couple of Jakes' worth into her eager - yes, eager, she had to admit it - pussy. It just went on and on, Wyatt collapsing down on top of her even while he still pistoned his hips between her thighs, fucking his load into her in a way a knotted cock never could, and it kept her own orgasms going far longer than usual, peaking and quavering throughout the hyena's climax.

When the wracking orgasm finally faded Clarissa found Wyatt up on his knees over her, lazily thrusting in and out through a mess she could still feel sloshing inside her pussy. She felt... Full. Used. Worshipped. Taken. It felt wonderful.  Her head swung to the side bonelessly,  and through watering eyes she saw Jake sitting next to them, flat on his butt like a puppy, grinning shyly at her. Wyatt's thrusts tapered off after awhile, his hips settling between hers and lodging his cock deep within her, where it throbbed, stiffened and relaxed weakly. 

"Mmmm, Jake, honey... Did you like that?" she murmured dumbly, reaching over to pet at his knee. It was wet - semen, probably, from his orgasm earlier.

"Yeah, Jakey, you like watching me plow your girl?" Wyatt asked brashly before Jake could answer. 

Jake ducked his head, gave a embarrassed smile, and nodded. "Yeah... I really did."

"What did you... Mmm... say to him?" Clarissa asked, her voice hitching. The hyena was still very hard and very deep inside her, stuttering her words when he hit bottom. "When you guys were kissing? He s-s-seemed to like it. That was... Mmf, really hot, by the way."

Jake blushed so hard Clarissa swore she could feel the heat of it from where she lay a few feet away, and said nothing.

"Guy stuff," Wyatt said (bailing Jake out, Clarissa noticed) and pulled his still-stiff erection out of her with a wet slurp. She grunted in surprise, both at the feeling of him drawing out of her and at the yearning absence his cock left behind. He got to his feet and swaggered the two steps over to where Jake was still sitting. WIthout waiting for an invitation he seized Jake's ears and pulled him forward, aiming his cock at the canine's muzzle. To Clarissa's surprise Jake opened up willingly, a few errant drops of leftover cum spattering on his lips before the swollen glans pushed inside and he began to suck on it.

"He still owes me," Wyatt said to Clarissa with a wink.

-- Jake --

Jake wasn't entirely sure when he made the decision to kiss Wyatt, or if indeed he'd made a conscious choice to at all. It seemed that one minute he was on all fours making out with Clarissa while his best friend was railing her, and the next he was up on his knees and making out with said best friend like it was the most natural thing in the world. He felt so dizzy he found himself clinging to Wyatt's shoulders and swaying on his knees, riding out the jostling and rolling in the hyena's body as he methodically pumped his cock in and out of Jake's fiancee.

His head swam with a constant chattering stream of awed surprise. The last hour had been an ever-escalating sequence of events that he never would have thought possible, not from the first admission to Wyatt of what he'd done with his dad to now, making out with the hyena (another guy!) and listening to Clarissa moan and whimper underneath him. He still had no idea what he thought of this, of any of this, save for the fact that he was incredibly turned on right now and the other two seemed to be enjoying themselves thoroughly. That was enough for him to put aside until later any pangs of guilt, doubts or self-consciousness.

And it helped that Wyatt was a really good kisser, better than Jake would have thought possible. He found himself feeling downright seduced after awhile, eyes closed, muzzle upturned and ears back as the hyena's tongue explored his muzzle.  It felt right to be making out like this even if he knew, dimly, that two-hours-ago-Jake probably would not agree with that assessment, and hoped that two-hours-from-now-Jake would share his current opinion on it. The nice thing about pot, though, was that thought was soon gone along with all the others, replaced by a keen awareness of his lips on Wyatt's, on the way the hyena's body moved as he rode out Clarissa's bucking hips, the burbling of the river next to them, his erection throbbing between his legs-

Wyatt's arm, which had been loosely draped over Jake's shoulders, suddenly tightened and pulled him in closer, knocking Jake off-balance despite his clutching his friend's shoulders and forcing him to hold on all the more tightly for fear of going sprawling over them both. The embrace pushed his head down until they could no longer kiss, their muzzled sliding off each other's clumsily until Jake's head was squashed against Wyatt's chest like he was lining him up for a noogie, so tightly he could hear the hyena's heart thumping against his ear and was rocked back and forth by Wyatt's movements, still relentlessly pumping into what was probably now a confused Clarissa - if she ever noticed what he and Wyatt were doing.  

"Told ya I was gonna fuck your sweetheart," Wyatt growled quietly into his ear, breathing labored and voice heavy. "You thought I was just talkin' shit, huh Jakey-boy? But here I am, with her pussy full of my dick. Feels pretty fuckin' good too."

Jake whimpered and twisted, trying to tug his head away. He had assumed that Wyatt had just been joking that day with Brandon and Kevan; which was not to say he didn't think Wyatt would try, he just didn't imagine Clarissa ever agreeing to something like that. But then he wouldn't have thought he'd have been in a three-way with the two of them when it happened, either, yet here they were.

"Take a look." Wyatt slowed his motions, just a little, and pulled his elbow back to aim Jake's muzzle partly down and to the side.  "Go on.  Look at what my fuckin' cock is doin' to your girl. It's okay, look."

Jake had heard Wyatt talk like this before, his tone bordering on savage and smug almost-arrogance,  and were the situation any different he would have responded with some smartassery of his own. But Jake found himself whimpering instead, whimpering and so hard his cock literally ached, compelling him to reach down and squeeze it tightly.  At the same time he did as Wyatt demanded, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight. Clarissa's legs were wide, knees drawn up and ankles out to the sides, one heel brushing Jake's belly. Wyatt's paw, the one not wrapped around Jake, was on her breast, half using it to support himself and half to hold her down against the ground, presumably so he could ram his cock into her without pushing her away.  And down below the thick black shaft was wedged betwen Clarissa's splayed pussy lips, her entrace stretched into a thin red ring around the dark girth that alternately showed starkly and disappeared depending on whether Wyatt was pushing in or pulling out. He looked enormous compared to her, something Jake was not at all used to from his usual vantage point.

"I'm gonna cum in her, dude," Wyatt growled and exhaled at the same time, his breath hot and washing over Jake's cheek. "I'm gonna drain my fuckin' nuts in Clarissa's snatch. Get yourself off first though, like make a nice big mess on her tits. She'd fuckin' love that I bet." Wyatt pushed his hips forward until his cock mostly disappeared into Clarissa's over-stuffed pussy, holding there for a moment. While Jake watched her eyes squeezed shut and she half-whimpered, half-moaned, clutching at Wyatt's ass as if to try to pull him deeper. "Gawd, dude, her pussy is so fuckin' tight. " The hyena returned to humping in slow, measured thrusts, still showing off obscenely for Jake. "Better hope she don't like my dick too much, you know what I'm saying? I could get used to pussy this good," he hissed into Jake's ear, a crooked grin on his muzzle.  

Jake whimpered and came, right then, the orgasm so sudden that he never even thought to pull his paw off his cock. One moment he was listening almost enraptured to Wyatt's snarled promises, and the next he was spurting his load all over Clarissa's heaving belly, and Wyatt was chuckling thickly in his ear and encouraging him with words he couldn't make out. He was confused, but he was also turned on beyond belief, and he was still cumming when Wyatt pushed him away, sending him off-balance the other direction and sprawled out on his backside next to the two of them while holding tightly to his own throbbing cock.

He watched as Clarissa came (or kept cumming he couldn't easily tell which); watched as Wyatt lowered himself over her and began to hump at her in earnest, and watched - and listened, and practically felt - the hyena do exactly as he'd promised, beginning with a flurry of short and rapid jabs of his hips that seemed to punch the breath from Clarissa and left her panting shallowly in their wake, then following that up with long, full strokes while he smothered those panting breaths with his  muzzle on hers. They were still making out when Wyatt buried himself to the balls, gasped sharply, and Jake could see from where he sat the hyena's taint tensing and relaxing, then tensing and relaxing once again before Wyatt began thrusting again, faster now. Wyatt was literally fucking his orgasm into Clarissa, and she was riding it out with her eyes closed tightly and a look of pure, overwhelmed bliss on her scrunched-up features. 

At first that pulsing muscle was the only visible evidence of Wyatt's climax, but as the hyena continued to hammer away a white seam formed around the ebon cock,  thickened to a drool, and was soon splattered across the insides of the wolfess's thighs by heavy, drawn-up nuts that slapped against Clarissa's splayed pussy. Soft squelches became louder and more obscene as the hyena slowed his humping while still very obviously not finished draining those plump nuts into her, and Jake watched as one long, continuous, pulsing dribble of semen leaked down over Clarissa's taint and began to spill over the base of her tail. Just what leaked out of her looked like more cum than Jake could manage in an entire orgasm, and he stared in guilty fascination at the thick seed seeping out of her while thinking, that's not mine, none of it. Wyatt's cock, which had already looked slick and glossy, was now coated in a patina of juices that stained it milky-white, fat drops of it clinging wobblingly to the the barrel underneath when he came to a stop.

When they were done, and after Wyatt had casually pulled his cock out of an exhausted Clarissa with a wet slurp and and strolled over to him, was when Jake felt the first twinge of anxiousness he'd experienced since they first got caught. Two guys and a girl was one thing, but he didn't know if he was quite ready yet for Clarissa to see him actually give a blowjob, especially given that Wyatt's cock was a fat sloppy mess. 

It was a relief when Wyatt kept him from having to tell Clarissa what was said (although he suspected it wasn't the last time she'd ask him about it), and his friend didn't give him too much time to contemplate any further what he did and did not want Clarissa to see. A paw grabbed his ears and pulled him up, he opened his mouth to - protest? acquiesce? - and then the decision was made for him as Wyatt pushed his slimy cock into Jake's muzzle, lips slickened with cum and Clarissa's juices almost immediately on its way down his throat. He was blowing Wyatt again, only this time a significantly more disheveled and more self-satisfied Wyatt, and in front of his fiancee. Best, he thought, not to think to hard about that right now.

"How's that taste, bro?" Wyatt muttered down at him as his cock stiffened in Jake's muzzle - not that it had been all that soft to begin with, despite having just gotten off in Clarissa. "Yeah man, suck that pussy juice off my dick, fuck yeah." Indeed, his friend's cock tasted unmistakably of the wolfess's pussy, mingled with the tangier salt of the hyena's cum - at least, he assumed it was Wyatt's cum. He'd only ever tasted something like it once before, and it had been his dad's.

For his third blowjob in his life he wanted to think he didn't do too bad a job of it, shuffling to his knees and using his paw to hold onto the massive barrel of Wyatt's cock and keep it aimed at his muzzle. Any uncertainty Jake may have had about whether Wyatt just wanted to have some fun or was planning on getting off - again - was dispelled as the hyena hardened to full erection in his muzzle, all while smirking down at him when Jake took a quick glance upwards. He blushed and closed his eyes again.

It was a lot sloppier than with his dad, especially at first when it seemed there'd be no end to the finger-thick rivulets of Wyatt's semen and Clarissa's juices that Jake kept finding with his tongue - although part of that may have been because the harder he got the more Wyatt kept pushing it down Jake's gullet. The sticky mess would gather around his lips on his way down, threatening to drip off his chin if he didn't slurp it up, tongue swirling around the bsae of the hyena's girthy dick. 

"Shit bro, don't you got a gag reflex?" Wyatt huffed, but it wasn't like Jake could answer him anyway. The hyena was unabashedly humping his face, balls slapping at Jake's chin now and spattering the mixed juices when it landed. "Jesus, he's got it all the way down his throat! Fuck!" He clutched Jake's head at the end there, clapping both paws around his skull and grinding his hips against Jake's nose. He did gag then, but only a little, swallowing frantically to keep from doing it again. His mind went to doctor's visits, and he wondered ridiculously if it would be easier if he could say 'ahhh'. 

After the pause Wyatt resumed his pace, more leisurely now, entwining his fingers in Jake's hair and pulling him into meet his hips with a bump. Jake stole a glance at Clarissa to see her watching them raptly, a smile playing on her muzzle and her fingers idly working between her legs, where she still looked stretched from the earlier lovemaking. In fact, her pussy looked a lot like Jake's throat felt right now, slack and rubbed raw with the constant pistoning of the heyna's too-thick cockhead in and out of it. Jake was having a hard time keeping suction around it now, glurking and schlucking every time he tried to hollow his cheeks, and he worried after long minutes if maybe he was doing a bad job of it, feeling clumsy and drooly and awkward. With his dad it has been almost easy; with Wyatt it seemed like the hyena delighted in cramming it down Jake's throat and leaving him cough and sputter around it, leering down at him.

"Hey Clarissa." Wyatt's short, brusque tone jerking Jake out of a reverie he didn't know he was in. The hyena pulled Jake's head back  at the same time, dragged his cockhead from Jake's mouth with a pop, reached down to wrap the other paw around his spit-slick shaft from Jake's lips, and thumped it against his nose. "You wanna see me blow it in my boy Jake's here muzz, or you want it?"

"I believe he's my boy Jake now," Clarissa said with a snicker, watching Jake as she said it.

"Hah!" He thwapped his erection against Jake's nose again. "Guess you got me there. Though for a few more days, so far as I'm concerned he's community property still." He winked down at Jake. "Anyway, you wanna see him suck one out of me?"

"Sure," was all she said.

After that it was something of a blur. Jake's lips were forced open around the fat erection again, the whole bulky length cramming down his throat until his nose was in Wyatt's thatch of crotchfur and his chin dimpled the hyena's nuts. He got a moment of his fluttering throat accommodating it before the pistoning started up again, and this time there was a whole lot more purpose to the motion as Jake was left kneeling and essentially hanging from the hyena's crotch leaned forward with one paw in his hair and the other beneath his chin, keeping his muzzle tilted up and aimed right while Wyatt pounded his muzzle.

"Shit, fuckin' hell why didn't I do this sooner," the hyena snarled through clenched teeth. "Gawd you got a muzzle made to suck dick, I'm not fuckin' with you man, you do, you seriously do, you're fuckin' amazing.... Fuck, yeah, keep suckin' dude,  just like that, yeah, just keep doing that, aw shit, here it comes..."

Jake didn't know what he was doing that Wyatt liked so much, because right now all the mutt could do was swallow the constant drizzle of precum (tasted different than his dad's) and the spittle that kept collecting his muzzle. The rest was all the hyena, bashing his hips agains Jake's nose and pistoning his cock down his spasming throat, until that last warning before the hyena buried himself to the balls one last time and clamped Jake's head between his paws again, grunting and huffing. Jake could only assume his friend was cumming - he could feel the cock in his gullet throbbing mightly, and something thick and warm was pooling in his stomach, but he tasted nothing and swallowing only served to make battered muscles try and fail to clamp down on the hyena's pulsing dick. Jake closed his eyes, held his breath, and rode it out.

Only when the pulsing had slowed to almost a stop did Wyatt draw back, his cock head squeezing out of Jake's throat and spitting a couple of weak pulses of salty semen - tasting entirely differently than his father's had;  far less bitter - before pulling free entirely. Wyatt was half-panting, half-cackling as only hyenas could, grinning down at his friend.

"Ahhh, shit yeah," Wyatt muttered and took a couple of steps back, leaving Jake to wipe his muzzle off with the back of his paw and look sheepisly over at Clarissa. He was relieved to see her looking only fascinated and - he hoped he was reading her expression right - turned on. Her fingers still deep in her sex showed her interest as well, thumb playing over her clit and... Oh fuck, her pussy, that looked absolutely reamed out, in a way he hadn't seen on anyone since, well, since sharing girls with his father, back in high school. He'd seen it before but it hadn't registered like it did now - he didn't even know his fiancee could look like that between her legs. She was still leaking constantly, whether she had her fingers inside herself or not, 

"Hey Clarissa, what do you say?" Wyatt said, turning to Clarissa with his half-hard cock wagging between his legs. "You wanna go another round?"

Clarissa looked up at him in disbelief. "Jesus Wyatt. You can't be serious."

Jake, of course, knew otherwise. Wyatt had the sex drive of a teenager rolling on molly.  "Yeah, he's serious," he hoarsely said from his knees, wincing as he shifted his weight side to side to get the weight off his kneecaps.

Clarissa shook her head. "I... Goddamnit. No, not just yet, I'm still recovering from the last one."

Wyatt grinned down at Jake. "How 'bout you, Jakey? Wanna get fucked in the ass maybe?"

Jake's eyes went wide. "Wh-what!?" he sputtered. "No!"

"Hah! Pussy. You were thinkin' about it though, weren't ya?" Wyatt sat down heavily with a grunt, laid out next to Clarissa, took a deep breath and let it out in a satisfied sigh. "Damn. You two are a hell of a lot of fun."

Clarissa leaned back on her elbows, apparently unashamed of her nudity, to Jake's mild surprise. They were quiet awhile, Jake still trying to catch his breath and Wyatt looking serene with his eyes closed. "I know you guys said I surprised you, but..." She hesitated. "Did you two... Plan this at all?"

Wyatt grinned with his eyes closed but didn't answer, so it was Jake who had to speak up. "No," he said. "I guess it kind of came up, but we didn't plan it." 

Clarissa cocked her head and looked between them. Wyatt still had his eyes closed and a smug smile. "It came up?"

"I, uh, he said..." Jake cleared his throat, feeling more embarrassed by the moment and was already wishing he hadn't said anything. "We were hanging out the other day, with the guys, just bullshitting and stuff, you know how it is. And Wyatt was talking about you - nothing bad, I promise! - and, well..." 

"I said if I had the chance I was gonna fuck you," Wyatt interjected bluntly, eyes still closed.

"No," Jake said, who remembered that afternoon clearly. Very clearly. "What you said was you were going to fuck her. You didn't say anything about chances."

Clarissa looked pointedly at Jake. "And so then you said..."

Jake deflated a bit. "I said, um... I think I said good luck," he replied sheepishly.

The wolfess's eyebrows went up, and that smile was playing around the corners of her muzzle again. "You were just going to deliver me into his clutches like that, knowing what he was going to do?"

"I didn't think he was serious!" Jake protested, mostly truthfully.

She looked between them. "You didn't think that Wyatt-" she thumbed towards the hyena. "-your horny porn star friend who you specifically told me tries to get in the panties of every girl he ever meets, was serious about trying to have sex with me, too? When he said he was going to?"

"Well... When you put it like that I suppose it sounds pretty dumb," Jake said. "You shut up." He said that part to Wyatt, who was grinning ear to ear, eyes still shut. "I mean, I thought you'd try, sure, of course. I just, ah, didn't... I honestly just didn't think she'd go for it."

Wyatt cracked an eye. "In my bro here's defense I was just fuckin' with him," he said to Clarissa,  grinning. "I just wanted to see the look on his face when I told him I was gonna bag his girl."

"That doesn't sound like a very 'bro' thing to do," Clarissa said, musingly. 

"Sure it is," Wyatt scoffed. 

Clarissa arched an eyebrow. "Threatening to cheat on a guy with his girlfriend is being a bro?"

"Sure," Wyatt said, opening both eyes now, "First off, I ain't the one doing the cheating. Me and Jakey here ain't married, hell, until about two hours we ago weren't even friends with bennies.  Second, and I ain't about to give you a lesson in no-homo guy relationships, but  talkin' shit is what us guys do. Especially me."

"And he doesn't mean anything by it," Jake piped up. "Not really, anyway."

"Hah!" the hyena cackled. "I dunno about that. I might've been messin' with you, but I still wanted to bang her."

Clarissa was frowning. "You know, you're both talking like I don't have any say in this," Clarissa said sourly. "Like I'm a prize to win, and it's only a matter of if you wanted to have sex with me or not, not whether I want to or not."

But Jake was shaking his head emphatically. "It's not like that at all," he started to explain, but Wyatt was snickering. "What?" he asked the hyena instead.

"I just knew she'd go for it is all," he said it while looking at Clarissa, still grinning.

"Hmf," the wolfess said, and now she looked like she was starting to get pissed off. "You're pretty fucking full of yourself, you know that?"

But Wyatt was unfazed. "How come chicks are so touchy about a guy puttin' the moves on them when it works?" the hyena said, and sat up to prop himself up on his paws. "Clarissa, babe, you're just about the hottest piece of tail in this town, and I ain't just sayin' that to get into your panties again." He cackled. "So what if I wanted to fuck you as soon as I met you? So what if you wanted to fuck me too? Jakey here's cool with it."

"Because you're being an arrogant prick about it," she said tartly. 

"Fuck yeah I am. With what I got you damn right I got an attitude about it." He slapped his (generous) erection against his belly by holding it at the base. It made a meaty thud and left a sticky spot on his alead-damp stomach where it landed. "I ain't gonna apologize for being someone pretty girls wanna fuck. I ain't gonna try to date you, or break you two up, or make a whole bunch of fuckin' drama.  I just want that pussy sweetheart, all day every day if I can get it, though now that I know my boy here's got a throat I can hide my whole dick in you two might have to share from now on." He leered, while Jake blushed.

Clarissa seemed mollified then, but still hmphed. "Still. Why does everything always have to be a competition with guys? This wasn't a contest. You don't need to brag like you won at skee ball or something just because we had sex."

Wyatt laughed. "Yeah? Thing is, I think your new hubby likes it when I do."

Jake folded his ears back and frowned. He didn't like the way Wyatt was looking at him. He'd seen that look before.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Clarissa said with a tilt of her head.

"Kiss me," Wyatt said by way of answer.

Clarissa furrowed here brow, and so did Jake. "Excuse me?" she said flatly.

"Kiss me, come on. Trust me. This is for Jake, not you and me."

Jake bit his lip and stayed silent.

Clarissa pursed her lips skeptically, but after a look at Jake - who was watching them both, carefully - she leaned over towards the hyena. It was apparent she intended it to be a brief peck from the way she gently nudged her muzzle towards him, but Wyatt had his arm around her and his tongue in her muzzle almost the moment their lips touched, pulling her in to a much lustier embrace.  Only a few seconds later the wolfess was relaxing visibly into it, letting out a soft moan when Wyatt's paw stole down to her breast, squeezed, then continued lower until his deft fingers found the still-sloppy folds of her sex. And while Jake watched he dipped two of those fiingers inside - with room left to spare, after the reaming-out the hyena's cock delivered to her - and squelched them around, twisting his paw while she twitched.

"Jake. Hey, mmm, Jake," Wyatt said into the kiss, words muffled by Clarissa's muzzle and lips working against his. As Jake watched, thin strings to drool formed, sagged and broke in between them, lapped up by his dark tongue before it pushed again into her mouth. The hyena was watching his friend with one eye throughout, a smirk on his muzzle while Clarissa's looked dazed, her jaw almost slack. He whispered something to her then, too quiet for Jake to hear, but her paw stole down to the hyena's crotch to find his hefty erection, squeezing it while Wyatt huffed into the kiss.

"What?" Jake stage-whispered back, and felt foolish for doing so.

"Go get your hotel key." Mid-kiss he opened both eyes to stare at Jake, before closing them again to return to the make-out session.

Jake hesitated then, but only for a moment. He didn't know what his friend had in mind, but he dug into the pile of his pants on the ground and came up with the oversized key, and turned back to find them Clarissa and Wyatt still kissing.

The hyena held out one paw - the one not fingering the wolfess's snatch - and snapped his fingers, opening his paw wide, palm-up, right after.

"Dude, come on," Jake mumbled, too shy to interrupt them with anything more resolute. But Wyatt just snapped his fingers again, so without further argument Jake did as he asked and tossed it in the hyena's direction, where it and the keychain landed with a jingle. A knot had formed in Jake's stomach, and he was mildly startled to realize he was rock-hard again.

"Here's what's gonna happen now," the hyena said, pulling back from the kiss but keeping his paw where it was between Clarissa's legs. Her head had rolled back to lay along her shoulder, eyes closed, muzzle hanging open and her chest rising and falling with panting breath. She was cumming, Jake realized, but Wyatt didn't even look like he was trying. "Me and Clarissa here are gonna ditch you and go fuck in your hotel room for a few hours. How's that sound?"

Clarissa's eyes opened then, but her expression looked dazed and unfocused. "Wyaaaaaatt..." she moaned. She looked like she was struggling to protest, but the hyena's fingers delved deep into her and with a yip and a gasp she went quiet.

"Chill, babe," Wyatt murmured down at her. "You're gonna love it, I promise." He looked up with a grin. "Whaddya say, Jakey-boy?"

Jake sat, eyes wide, unsure of exactly what to think of Wyatt's sudden change in attitude. Well, maybe not that much of a change, but the hyena was rarely - if ever - so blatantly arrogant  with his friend, usually couching his smartassery in more playful terms. Jake felt jealousy gnawing at him, and bristled at the dismissive way the hyena had proposed what he was proposing... But he couldn't claim it didn't arouse him too. Intensely. Wyatt was right: Jake did get off on the way the hyena was acting, and talking, even if it had been anyone else Jake wanted to believe he would have started throwing right hooks in pursuit of defending both his and his fiancee's honor.

Instead, all he did was mumble an embarrassed, "I guess that's... Um, cool." It didn' look like Clarissa heard him, or was even listening, her muzzle parted and breath catching as Wyatt's fingers plunged in and out of her cummy snatch. None of that's mine, he realized with a start. That's my fianceé, but not my cum in her. The thought made him shudder.

"Right on." The hyena cackled and gave Clarissa one last kiss as he drew his fingers out of her, the wolfess gasping sharply and with a twitch to her hips that Jake had never seen before. Wyatt was playing her like an instrument, if one played exceptionally crudely, giving her a pat on the thigh near her bare backside followed by a possessive squeeze while leering at Jake. "Get yourself dressed sweetheart," he said, getting to his feet and motioning his friend towards the river's edge. "Me and my boy here are gonna go have a talk."

Clarissa hadn't said anything since her initial protests, and she didn't say anything now, just looked at Jake with an unreadable expression before casting around for her clothes. She still seemed vaguely dubious, which Jake would usually have expected to dampen her libido, and he was a little surprised Clarissa seemed to be going along with the hyena's demands.  It probably helped that she was still likely a little bit stoned, visibly unsteady while she fumbled with her socks and muttered to herself.

Jake, for his part, found himself even more surprised that he was going along. Watching Clarissa and Wyatt together had been intense beyond belief, even more than when she'd gone down on the two of them together. He'd even liked some of the the insulting things Wyatt had said to him while he'd been jerking off over Clarissa - even if he also felt like he should be offended by it, too. When Wyatt had been 'joking around' the other day had been one thing, but now the hyena was boldly laying claim to Jake's fiancee, and regardless of what Jake should be doing right now, what he wanted to do was what he was apparently doing: going along with it.

"C'mon, I gotta take a leak," Wyatt said, heading towards the river. 

Jake got to his feet, one of which had fallen asleep, and half-walked, half-hopped his way over to where the hyena stood on the bank. Of course Wyatt hadn't bothered to get dressed, pissing through a half-hardon into a churning pool at the edge of the water. Clarissa stayed behind, pulling her pants on one leg at a time.

"Hold it for me," Wyatt said like he was asking someone to pass the salt.

"What?"

"My dick, dude, hold my dick while I piss," Wyatt said, and let go of of it, leaving Jake to reach over hurriedly and while very carefully keeping out of the stream walked his fingers around the thick shaft as far as they'd go.

"Why am I doing this?" Jake whispered.

"'Cuz I wanted to see if you would," Wyatt said with a chuckle and a contented sigh, slinging an arm around his friend's shoulders and leaned in against him. "Jakey, man, you know I'm your best friend, right? Don't squeeze so tight, you're not whackin' me off."

"Sorry." Jake looked up from where he'd been carefully aiming Wyatt's cock  towards the river and away from both of them. His paw felt slimy, the shaft still wet with semen and spit and probably still some of Clarissa. "Yes, of course I know that." Behind them, Clarissa was pulling on her shirt backwards. "But dude, I'm not sure if Clarissa's cool with... All this. You and me and her messing around was great and all, but we're not-" he was having a hard time concentrating as Wyatt squeezed off the last few squirts of piss, making the thick shaft cradled in Jake's paw throb. He lowered his voice. "-uh, we're not... This isn't the kind of relationship where we date other people."

"Coulda fooled me," the heyne said dismissively. "But anyway, I already told you, I'm not gonna date Clarissa. I'm just gonna take her back to the hotel, get her high again, and fuck her brains out s'more."

 Jake gulped. He didn't want to admit how appealing that sounded. "Wyatt, come on, you're not listening to me." He bit his lip. "That's what I'm trying to say, she's not... Easy."

"Are you two finished yet?" Clarissa called from behind them. She'd gotten her shirt turned around properly and the rest of her clothes on and stood at their little camp further up the riverbank, gathering up the rest of her belongings and watching them with vaguely bemused expression.

"Almost, one sec," Wyatt hollered over his shoulder, and then dropped his voice as he leaned in towards Jake again. "Dude, I don't need advice from you on how to satisfy Clarissa. Whatever you think your girl is or ain't into I promise you all she's thinking right now is how much she hopes you go back there, give her a kiss, and tell her you're cool with me gettin' that dick you're squeezing too tight up in her some more." The hyena's arm tightened, into an almost-headlock and his muzzle dipped down next to Jake's, giving him a hot, breathy kiss along the rim of one flopped-over ear. "'Cuz it is cool, right? You liked watchin' me fuck her, huh. I saw the way you were watching us."

"Look, I know, alright? I'm not trying to say I didn't. But Wyatt, dude..." He searched around for an excuse he couldn't find. Wyatt was right - any claims of an implicit standard of monogamy in Jake and Clarissa's relationship rang hollow given the circumstances. But even though Jake was forced to admit to himself how much the idea of what his friend was "suggesting" that didn't make it a good idea, and Jake was starting to regret handing over his key so readily.  "I mean,  I don't even know her, uh, cycle." He didn't know what else to call it.  "We used rubbers up until a few weeks ago." It sounded like a lame excuse, even to him.

"Alright, I'll wear a rubber," Wyatt said, simply.

Jake blinked, his bluff called. "I... Wait, what? Really?"

Wyatt cackled. "Nah, of course not! But if it'll shut you up I'll say I will." The hyena's cock was stiffening in Jake's paw - still pissing through it - even though Jake wasn't stroking him. "Look man, she's already got my load in her snatch. If she was in heat, congrats on the new fam and better luck next time, I guess. But me and her going a few more rounds back in your room isn't gonna make much of a difference. And since you're not getting the hint, Jakey-boy, I'm not asking permission anymore. I got your room key, and I got your girl. I'm just telling you how this is gonna go."

Jake swallowed, looked at his feet, and nodded. Wyatt was right - whatever he thought Clarissa's tastes involved, apparently Jake's experience didn't count for much right now. And he had enjoyed watching them... A little more than he was comfortable letting on. Wyatt wasn't giving him many options to argue. 

"Right on." Jake didn't have to look at the hyena to see the leer there as he relaxed his grip around Jake's neck. "Hey, wait a sec... Doesn't your old man have the room next door?"

Jake groaned and slapped his forehead. "Shit, I forgot... Yeah. You're right, he'll hear. Maybe you two could, like,  use your room or something...?"

"Hah!" The hyena interjected. "Nah man, I didn't mean it like that.  I was just thinking maybe you two could have some fun in there while I'm busy with Clarissa."

Jake gaped. "What? No! Dude, he'll know!"

Wyatt cackled. "Jakey-boy, by the time I'm finished with your girl the whole fuckin' hotel's gonna know. Prolly a few peeps out in the parking lot too." He gave Jake another kiss on the ear, playfully this time. 

"Wyatt, man..." But Jake felt his resolve slipping as he imagined himself in the room next door, stroking himself furiously to the sounds of Clarissa and Wyatt... Shit. The hyena had always had a way of talking him into doing things Jake should know better than to agree to, and this time was no different. "Damnit. Just.. Try to keep it down?"

"Nope." Wyatt  said curtly, unslung his arm then and brushed Jake's paw from his cock so he could shake off the few clinging drops of piss. "Now come on, Clarissa's waiting. Though not for you, I guess." He cackled again. 

Jake groaned, but before he could think up a retort Wyatt gave him a light push in Clarissa's direction. She stood there, dressed, while Jake stumbled over and started casting around for his clothes, trying to casually hide the erection that kept bouncing embarrassedly between his legs. Wyatt, despite waving around a whole lot more, seemed unbothered as he joined them and started putting his socks on.

"You two work out whatever it is you needed to work out?" she asked, watching Jake's reaction closely.

"Oh yeah," Wyatt chirped, gathering up his backpack and smoke supplies.

"I, um, sure, yeah," Jake said, more reservedly. "So, yeah, if you two wanted to head back to the room, and, y'know-"

"He's giving you permission to ride my dick," the hyena interjected. "Again, I mean."

She walked up to Jake then, picking her way carefully over the rocks, and put her paws on his shoulders. "Are you?" she said, pointedly.

Jake looked between her and Wyatt, wishing they could have this conversation alone. "Yeah," he said eventually. "I think it's..." He swallowed. "Really, um, hot."

"Are you sure?" she asked, peering at him.

He hesitated, then nodded, smiling and hoping he didn't look too nervous. "Yes. I'm really sure, if you are."

"What are you going to do while I'm-" she paused a heartbeat. "While we're busy?"

Jake smiled sheepishly. "Um... Probably go to my dad's room and listen."

"Hah!" Wyatt cackled from behind him.

But Clarissa's eyes widened. "Oh no, he'll hear!" She bit her lip. "If you want, maybe,  we could go back to my place, if my parents aren't home...."

"No, it's okay," Jake said, feeling a blush crawl up his ears. "I don't care. Dad's not... Bothered by that kind of thing." Although for a moment a brief thrill shot through him as he imagined Wyatt fucking Clarissa on her childhood bed, in the house she grew up in - not even Jake had done that yet. "He's going to know anyway. Wyatt won't be able to stop himself from bragging about it to him."

The hyena was already heading towards the trail, and whistled sharply. "Clarissa, babe, come on, this train's leaving."

She scowled over her shoulder at him, then turned back to her fiance with a softer expression. "If you say so. But if you decide you don't want us to do it anymore, you can come knock-"

"Clarissa," Jake interrupted her. "All I ask if that if you're going to do this, you enjoy it. Although I don't think that'll be a problem with Wyatt." He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips and she returned it, much to his relief. 

"Oh will you two save it," Wyatt said from surprisingly close - the hyena had returned when Clarissa hadn't followed and slipped an arm around her waist, grinning gleefully. "Say goodbye, Jakey."

Jake smiled nervously. "See you guys later."

"Sure, whatever man," the hyena said, steering a slightly less confident-looking Clarissa back towards the trail. Jake followed behind, watching as Wyatt's paw fell to her ass and squeezed as he leaned over to whisper something to her. She looked back at Jake, giggled, and whispered something back.

They pulled out onto the road first, with Jake taking a bit longer to get his car backed out and onto the road. By the time he'd caught up with them it took him a few minutes of driving to puzzle through why he could only see Wyatt through the rear window of Clarissa's car, in the driver's seat. 

As far as Jake knew his fianceé had never given road head before. But apparently today was a day of firsts.

-- Pierson --

Pierson could hear the thumping of the bed from the lobby, and the muffled squeals from outside the door as he made his way back to the hotel room after a late lunch. Another guest, a tiger, gave him a knowing grin and a roll of his eyes as they passed by each other in the hall, silent acknowledgement of the shenanigans going on. He wasn't entirely surprised when he got outside his room and found the sounds (louder now) emanating from the room next door - Jake's. Not bad, kid, he thought with a chuckle.

He was surprised, however, to enter his room and find his son sitting on the bed watching TV with the sound off, a pillow hiding his lap even though it was obvious his pants were around his ankles. The sounds of lovemaking - if you could call it that - from next door were still loud, repetitive, and relentless, and one particularly loud squeal left no question as to who at least half the pair was.

"Wyatt?" Pierson asked.

Jake nodded, looking sheepish. Pierson arched an eyebrow.

"With Clarissa, huh?"

Jake nodded again. "Uh, yeah."

thump thump thumpthumpthtump thump thump

"How come you're not in there with 'em?"

Jake bit his lip. "They, um... Wyatt wanted some, uh, privacy."

Pierson arched an eyebrow, and hesitated before he answered. "You need me to go in there and have a talk with him?"

"Nono!" Jake said hurriedly. "I mean it's not like that. Me and him and Clarissa already, um, screwed around. Down at the river. Earlier."

"I'm guessing he wasn't done yet." Pierson grunted. "You sure this is such a good idea, sport? That little fucker's gonna rub your nose in it forever."

Jake just looked askance at the wall, shrugged. "Too late now."

"How long they been going at it?"

"Two... I think almost two hours," Jake said, glancing at the clock. 

Pierson grinned, and unbuckled his belt. He was starting to get the picture, and while it maybe surprised him that this was Jake's jam, he wasn't about to give up the opportunity. "Guess we still got time, then, knowing Wyatt. You come over here just to listen in,or you feeling hungry?"

Still blushing, by way of answer Jake sat up and pushed the pillow off his lap, exposing his erection. He ignored it though, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed and scooting to the edge. "Dad?"

"Hmm?" Pierson was hitcing his underwear down, letting his already-thickening heavy sheath flop free.

Oh god, Wyatt! Nngff, fuck, oh, yes, oh, mmmfffff! That sounds trailed off to muffled whining, audible even through the wall, and the thumping reached a cresendo, became erratic, and stopped completely.

"Nevermind," Jake said, lowering his head down to his father's crotch. "I'll tell you later."