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I'm not sure what's gotten over me, but here I am. 214 West Willik Drive.

The lawn in front of the house is trimmed and kept uniform with every other house on the block, but the depressing lack of any decoration makes this property bland and forgettable. It seems like the person that lives here doesn't much care to use their porch to sightsee, as there's nothing to see.

Matching the sidewalk, the pathway cutting through the grass is dirty cement. The last hard rain was about a month ago, and feet dragging whatever across the ground laid a slim layer of black grime over the stone. A simple hosing down would clean this right up, but that takes time and effort. Resources better spent on other things, likely.

The porch itself has a chair that seems older than the house itself, but that's just a result of the lovely weathering you get when you live here in Washington. Even now, the clouds scream water, but do not give. Sure it may sprinkle, release some of its stores, but the clouds will continue to grip onto their bounty like a child with a new stuffed toy.

"Welcome"

The doormat itself is in shambles. It looks as though it hadn't been washed since the date of its creation, when it was shipped off from the mechanical looms of some underground sweatshop in a South American village.

This is not a place I would ever visit or live in, normally.

I knock on the door. It always feels so rude to ring the bell, especially if I don't really know who lives here. There's no functional difference between ringing a bell and knocking, but bells seem louder.

Each and every detail is sticking out to me, and I'm focusing on them, but it's only to distract from the rapid beating inside my chest.

Footsteps thud from behind the door and the metallic clink of a lock and latch sound before the off-white door creaks open. The grizzled face of an older raccoon peeks out of the crack and I meet his eyes.

"You're shorter than I thought you'd be." He opens the door the rest of the way, standing to the side to let me in.

I let out a chuckle as I rub my arm. He knows me by my username, RainierMan, which doesn't give a whole lot to go off of, but considering how big that monumental mountain is, I could see why he'd think I'm tall. I mumble a thanks and walk into his house.

No going back now.

"The internet doesn't ever give us the full picture, does it, Mr. "ComicMuscle8"?" I take my shoes off in the location he points before following him deeper into his lair.

"I made that username some years ago when the muscles were easier to see, but you're right," he says with a coy smirk. "I've still got the muscle underneath the padding." He pulls up a sleeve and does a quick little flex to prove it to me, as if I wouldn't believe him. "Go on, get a feel."

Grabbing a quick feel of his arm does give me a chance to take in the rest of him. As far as bigger guys go, he does wear the weight well, and his bicep is quite firm— I'll give him that. He's wearing a simple white shirt and dark blue gym shorts. I doubt he's got underwear on underneath, but that's none of my concern. He looks comfortable and I think that's just how he is as a person.

"For someone that goes by ComicMuscle8, you don't seem all that domineering." Thought he'd be a jock or something.

He gives me a once over as we get to his living room. "I suppose not."

Outside of his rather rotund figure, he isn't that much taller than me. Maybe three or four inches at most? Hard to say. His scraggly facial fur, marred with white and grays from age, looks like it hadn't been trimmed in a few days. Seeing as he works from home on some data center stuff, that's probably the reason he doesn't feel the need to be neat and trim.

His living room, much like everything else so far, is mundane and simple. There's enough light coming in from his windows that the plants he has around are staying healthy. He probably cares a lot for them. There's certainly nothing else in the room that's any bit significant.

The TV is set to channel 4. Daily news is streaming out update after update of local and world news in a low volume. Something about the war, probably. A VHS player rests on the big box, ready to be played at any time, and a half-broken rabbit ear antenna rests atop of that.

Comic takes a seat on his couch and pats the spot next to him. Within moments of me sitting down next to him he has his arm wrapped around my shoulder. He pulls me into him so that we're sitting side to side. I can smell him. He smells like he showered a few hours ago. Not fresh, but not dirty. He smells interesting.

He's warm.

"So what's a cute little otter like you doing out here in Woodcreek?" I might take back what I said about him not being domineering.

I tentatively reach my arm behind him, half-hugging him as he starts rubbing my shoulder. "I live nearby."

"I would hope so, considering you were the one askin' about anyone that lived near Tacoma."

"I was mostly curious to see if anyone lived around me. Nothing else, really."

"Lucky me, then." He plucks at something on my face with his free hand, or maybe just touching it to touch it. "Cutie."

I feel my cheeks warm with blood, so I wrap my other arm around him and rest my face against his breast. He smells good.

"You must be tired," he says as he continues rubbing my back in small circles. "Long day?"

"Yeah." I must be losing my mind. It hasn't even been five minutes and we're already cuddling on his couch. "I was in Tacoma all day."

"Oh?" He places his other arm on mine and runs his fingers through my short fur. "What's out in Tacoma? That's quite a drive."

Suppressing a yawn, I rotate my head to look him in the face. He's really close to me. "I went to work in the morning and I'm taking classes at the CC there. I thought I told you."

He takes a moment to think about the conversations we've had. "That's right," he lets out a soft chuckle. "You said you were thinking about being a therapist."

"A speech therapist, but close enough." I return my head to his chest and relax into his embrace.

We've been talking in that chat room for a few months now, here and there. It was supposed to be a site for comic fans, and there was a room specific to gay people. I started getting a little active there out of morbid interest at first, but there are some legitimately cool people on the web. So I asked if there was anyone local to me, keeping it general, of course— I'm not just gonna give out my address— and ComicMuscle8 responded back to me. We started a private conversation which moved over to a more commercial instant messenger.

It was slow at first. We mostly talked about new comics on release; Double Hammer, Breakfist, The Sullen Deep... stuff like that. He had a pretty extensive knowledge of comic history so we got on great. I asked him how old he was, he asked me how old I was— he's 45 and I'm 20, by the way— and then the questions got a little more personal. "When did you know you were gay?" or "Have you ever done anything with another man?"

His answer was "Lots of things." My answer was "Nothing at all."

And then he asked if I was in a relationship.

But that answer should've been obvious given what I said previously. Of course, he said he never makes assumptions like that. It was all good and nice. He never went further than just asking if I was in a relationship and confirming that he was also currently untethered.

Online, it's easy to think of someone as your direct equal. I wasn't thinking about age or status when I asked him if he'd like to meet up some time.

Now that I'm here?

It's a little harder to ignore the age thing. But only a little bit.

I fail to suppress a yawn as I wake up from a nap. It wouldn't be so easy to fall asleep if he weren't so damn comfortable. I wouldn't say that I'm skin and bones, I've got a little bit of a belly, but he must be twice my weight or damn near it. It's actually kinda perfect.

His breathing is steady and deep. He must be in the middle of a nap as well. I wonder how often people just fall asleep to the daily news. What do they do to make it so hypnotic?

Maybe it has nothing to do with the news at all and it's just this comfortable to hold someone. I know I wouldn't mind it if we didn't do anything else and just cuddled on the couch until morning.

Outside the window, the overcast doesn't allow much for confirming where the sun is, but the clock on the wall claims it's a quarter past 6pm. We've been here for fifteen minutes.

It sorta seems strange that we didn't do much talking when I got here, but it seems almost trivial, considering all of the conversations we've had in the past.

But how much can you trust about someone you've only known through a screen name?

Even his screen name isn't overtly honest. ComicMuscle8? Well... yes, okay... he's into comics, and maybe he has some muscle under this thick layer of fat, but we all have muscle to some extent. The heart is just one big ol' muscle pumping blood throughout the body after all. I can hear his heart now beating a steady rhythm.

In the process of getting rearranged and comfortable, his shirt managed to ride up his torso and the underside of his belly is exposed just enough to hide his naval, but still reveal some of his unique patterning and coloration. Without much thought, I move my hand there and begin running my fingers through the thicker fur. Being an otter, my fur is quite fine, so it's a unique strange feeling to be able to feel that sort of texture. I wouldn't mind having longer fur, but I can see matting being a real problem if it's not taken care of. Not to mention the amount of shedding some of us mammals do during a change of season. Some remnant of our past selves come to haunt us again and again, year by year.

My hand slips under his shirt in the process of tracing his gut; I'm not really thinking about it, it just happens. At the same time his hand begins rubbing my back again. He must be awake now. I continue drawing invisible circles in his soft fur.

He lets out a sound somewhere between a growl and a hum as I scour over his belly, "you doin' alright?"

"Didn't think I was so tired," I say with a yawn. "Wouldn't be so bad if you weren't so comfortable."

"I can think of a few ways we can get more comfortable." As he says this, he runs his hand down the small of my back, resting it on the base of my tail. Electricity runs through my body in the form of a quaking shudder. I've never been so damn hard in my life.

Adjusting now would bring too much attention to it, so I squirm around as I try to aim my pelvis away from him while still embracing him in this hug we have. "What were you thinking of?"

"Say again?"

My face is buried in his chest again, so my question came out muffled. I lift my head up and repeat myself.

"Oh, well, a bed would be nicer than this couch, for starters," he caresses my cheek with his free hand. "Would you be okay with that?"

I nod my head into his hand. He gives my rump a soft pat before he starts to get up from the couch. I regretfully let go of him and follow him to my feet.

"Do you want any water?" he asks as he waddles around the coffee table, moving to turn off the tv. "There's never any good news," I hear him mumble.

I let out a chuckle. "No, there isn't. But, uhhh... sure, some water would be nice." It should help get rid of the small amount of sleep that built up in my mouth.

"I've also got some lemonade, soda, wine— can you drink yet?"

"Water is fine," I say with a cheeky smile. "And no, I'm not 21 yet. Three more months."

"Well, shit. That never stopped me before."

I follow him to his kitchen and watch as he takes some glasses out of his cupboard and fills them with water from his fridge dispenser. He hands me the glass and I take a sip, swishing the water around a bit before swallowing. We both finish about half of our glasses, placing them down before he speaks up again.

"How long will you be sticking around?"

"I don't have anywhere I need to go." Maybe I'll text Mom so she doesn't worry about me if I'm out too late.

"That's good." He walks up to me and wraps me in another hug. His hugs are so wonderful. "I'm glad we finally got to meet, Rainier."

"I'm glad also." I let out a chuckle. "Comic."

"Ah, sorry. My name's Rich."

"Desmond."

"Finally, the formalities are out of the way," he says.

"It took us long enough, I suppose."

His smile is pleasant. So gentle. For being an older man, he's got a certain... peace to him. Is that what being older means? Being peaceful? I guess if you make it past your twenties in one piece there might be some realization down the road that things are gonna be okay.

Oh no.

He's inching his head toward me, trying to signal something in his eyes. Is this it? This might be it. I don't know what else to do, so I move my head forward as well.

Our lips meet.

It is electrifying.

I close my eyes to savor the moment. He rotates his head slightly, I do the same in the opposite direction. His lips part as his tongue sneaks out to tease my mouth open. My tongue meets his in a playful little dance.

My mind starts to overload as these new sensations take over.

He moves a hand down my back to my rump and gently squeezes it once. Deciding that the jeans were getting in the way, he tries again but this time putting his hand in my pants.

We stand there for some time, kissing and fondling each other. I'm hard as a rock and I'm certain he is as well.

When he finally breaks the kiss, I'm left short of breath. I'm practically panting. I didn't realize that just kissing would require this much energy.

"Wanna head to my room?"

I've never wanted anything more in my life.

"Yes. Definitely."

He takes my hand, which had previously been fondling his rear, and leads me through a short hallway. When we get to his room, I finally see him for the first time.

I was wrong about his house being mundane and boring. Sure, the walkway could use some cleaning and the living room could do with some decorating, but his bedroom is colorful and vibrant.

"Oh. Wow!"

He has three whole book shelves stocked to the brim with comic books, action figures, and other cool gadgets. Posters of various comic book covers and characters are put up all over the wall. His computer desk is set up in a corner and a large monitor is displaying a cool art piece of The Mercenary pointing a gun at the viewer in an action shot. All of this hidden in his room.

"Thank you, thank you. I told you I've been collecting these things for years."

"I underestimated the extent of your collection." I must look like a complete fool, standing there, mouth agape, just taking everything in. The only 'boring' thing in this room is maybe the blankets on the queen-sized bed, but I think it would be too much had his covers been of some comic book as well.

"We can spend several hours talking about my collection," he says as he takes his shirt off in one smooth motion. "If that's what you want."

My eyes widen even more. "What comic books?"

He's beautiful.

I join him, taking off my shirt before striding across the room and getting back to our kissing game. This time the kissing is a lot more passionate, he's not testing the waters, he's diving in head first. I try to keep up, but my inexperience quickly becomes apparent to me. My saliva is as much around his mouth as it is within. He finds this funny, though, so I try not to let it get to me.

"You ever kiss anyone before?"

"Not unless you count the cheek kisses I give my grandma on holiday."

He smiles at me. "So, whatcha think?"

"It's awesome." Is there a better word for it? I can't think of one.

This time, getting back to kissing, he puts a hand on my ass and I return the favor. The sneaky raccoon somehow slipped his tail out of his shorts and they fall to the ground. Now my hand is on his bare ass and I'm tempted to break the kiss just to ogle him. So I do.

Wow! He's incredible. Yet there's nothing that sticks out as impressive about him. He's just... natural and masculine. His gut isn't big enough to hide anything below the belt and it's all on display. I was right about him not wearing underwear. His cock juts out a solid six inches from his pelvis and his fuzzy balls, just below that, are huge— not to the point that would indicate a medical problem, they just hang low.

"Like what you see?"

I nod as I continue to devour him with my eyes.

"You can get a closer look, if you'd like."

He catches my arm as I move to do just that.

"Just remember. We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Just let me know and we'll stop."

"Thanks, Comic... I mean... Rich. I'll let you know."

"Good." He lets go of my arm.

I go back to giving him a closer inspection. By closer, I mean that I get on my knees in front of him.

I start with his balls; I lift them up with my hand and feel their density, examining every fold in the skin, rolling them around. I move my head closer to get a scent of him. I breathe in deep and get a powerful blast of his musk. His scent is clean and masculine. If I get my muzzle any bit closer, his dick will poke my eye. Well, some prices are worth the cost.

Now that his cock is resting on my forehead, I start licking and sucking at his furry balls. He lets out a deep moan as I give my ministrations. He starts rubbing the back of my head and I get a better grip on him by grabbing his ass. His moan transforms into a playful little growl. It drives me wild.

After finally having my fill, I leave his balls to swing back to their natural resting place and start working on a more important mission. This requires my hands, so I let go of his ass, making a silent promise to it that I'll give it the attention it deserves another time.

I start at the base of his cock and give it a few strokes, just to get a feel of it. He almost loses balance when I take a lick of his shaft and a deep shudder runs through his body when I place my mouth over the tip. It's as much fun getting these reactions out of him as it is doing the actual deed.

After a few exploratory movements I finally decide to see how much I can get in my mouth. Starting slowly, I work my way toward him. I have to stop once to not let my gag reflex do what it wants to do, but for the most part it seems easy enough. He's thick, so when I get to the base I feel my throat constricting pretty tightly around the head.

It makes me extra glad he's the size he is. I think I've reached the limit on how much I can put in my mouth.

"Holy shit, Desmond. You're amazing." His praise lights a fire in my heart, or my groin— I'm not sure which— and I start blowing him in earnest.

Back and forth, back and forth. Replicating what I've seen in videos. It's definitely sloppy. I'm trying to get a rhythm going, but something always makes me break my pace, and I'm making a whole bunch of weird sounds just trying to keep his cock in my mouth. I get a little self-conscious and lose my focus, gagging and needing to catch my breath.

"You alright there?" He has a look of genuine concern on his face.

"Yeah," I say between heavy breaths. "Just got a little carried away, I think."

"By all means, be my guest," he says with a chuckle. "But let's move over to the bed. I feel like I'm gonna fall over if you keep it up."

He moves to help me up and guide me to the bed, but not before helping me out of my jeans and underwear.

Now, both of us bare and on a comfier surface, we use each other as makeshift blankets— arms and legs intermingled, tongues practically tied in knots. Hands are traveling randomly between ass, cock, stomach, sides, and chest with no discernable pattern.

Eventually I manage to roll him onto his back— or he decides to do so on his own— regardless, he's on his back. With the intent of finishing up the job I had started earlier, I break away from our make out session and start moving down his body. Kissing each important part as I make my trek.

He pulls my arm to signal something to me, but I'm not sure what it is. It feels urgent so I stop and look up at him.

"Flip over."

It takes me a second to figure out what he means by that, but his pulling at my arm clues me in. Nodding, I turn so my thighs are sandwiching his head and we both get to work.

Well... I try to get to work.

Getting my first ever blowjob is quite a distracting experience. I'm barely able to focus on the cock in front of me, let alone try to suck on it. Of course, I do the best I can, but it's obvious to me and him that this is all still a new experience.

I'm so overwhelmed that I give up on his dick altogether and gasp as he continues working me over. The things he does with his tongue... It's obvious how much experience he has and how much I have yet to learn.

When he finally lets my cock flop out of his mouth, I'm a gasping mess, hugging his waist just to keep myself grounded in reality.

"Haah... Wow...," I make an effort to catch my breath. If he kept that up, I'd probably be finished now. "That's... Ahh..."

"You havin' fun?"

"Yeah," I'm finally catching my breath. "You're incredible."

"That's my line," he says with a chuckle. "Move forward a bit. I'm gonna show you something even better."

"Alright." I shift myself forward, a bit nervous. After those adjustments, he grabs my waist and pulls me back to his mouth. Instead of going for my cock, though...

"Oh!" I gasp, as his tongue starts assaulting my hole. "How..."

"Holy fuck." My eyes cross. Another involuntary moan escapes my mouth as he licks and prods. As much from the surprise as the feeling. What the hell is going on back there that makes this act feel so good?

He's really going at it, too. Lewd slurping sounds and rumbles from his throat all blend together with my moans and gasps. To an outsider, we must be making a racket.

In order to help him— he's been craning his neck this whole time— I back up to him more and rest my weight on my knees, practically sitting on his face. I'm so fucking hard. Unable to control myself I start jacking off. I realize the mistake I made as I nearly tip over the edge from just a few strokes, so I hold off.

But, shit... he might make me cum anyway.

Before that happens, he pushes me forward with his hand and I get off his face. I didn't realize, but I might've been suffocating him with my ass. Well... I suppose there are worse ways to accidentally kill someone. Not many, though.

Twisting myself around, I move to give him a kiss. Crushing away any hesitation— if he's willing to kiss me in that way, I'm more than willing to kiss him after— we start making out once more. I can't seem to get enough of him.

Getting into it, I start gyrating my hips, rubbing our dicks together and eliciting more sounds from both of us. He helps the process by taking both of us in his hand and jerking us off together.

"I thought you'd might not want to kiss me after that," he says, breaking away from my mouth.

"Mmm... That's crazy." I plant one more kiss on his nose. "How else would I thank you for that?"

"Oh, I'm certain you'd figure it out." He makes a little biting motion toward my nose, but shifts it into a kiss at the last moment. We both chuckle as he reaches over to his bed stand and pulls something out of the drawer with practiced efficiency. An unlabeled bottle of some clear liquid.

"Is that lube?"

He chuckles as he squirts a dollop into his hand. "Just to help things move along." He returns his now lubed-up hand to our dicks and starts masturbating us in earnest.

We develop a rhythm that's reliant on me humping into his hand and dick. I grip onto his free hand as I ride on top of him. This goes on for some time, but try as I might, this doesn't really bring me any closer to climax than I already was.

It's quite fun, I'll give it that. Maybe it's because it's someone else's hand? My dick isn't used to that. Is it the lube? No... I'm used to using lube of some sort. Maybe I'm thinking too much?

That's probably it.

Just stop thinking.

Just let go.

"You alri-"

I silence him with a kiss and move up his body, getting his hand out of the way so I can take over for myself. Realizing I'm being a bit unfair, I let his dick out from underneath me so he can access it. It's now resting against the base of my tail, which is quite a precarious position, now that I think about it.

It doesn't take him long to make use of said precarious position.

I feel his hand reach behind me and start rubbing his cock along my ass, slowly jerking himself off against my hole, all the while keeping his mouth firmly planted on mine. We stay like this for a few moments, masturbating ourselves together. I'm keeping it slow because I'm not sure how fast I want to get off.

I should just... see what it's like.

Ever so slowly, I start moving my hips, teasing his cock against my hole. He begins to move his hips as well, ever so tenderly pushing against my entrance. I moan as his cockhead starts to push into me. His moan sounds like a question. I'm unsure how to answer that question.

I pull away from the kiss and stare him in the eyes. I can see the focus in his face as he makes slow, explorative pushes into me. Closing my eyes, I concentrate on allowing him entry. Every nudge and shift gets him fractions of inches further in.

His free hand rubs along my belly to reassure me as our struggle against my body continues. Sweat from my brow starts to wet my fur and I wipe some of it away. It's ineffective.

He grabs the bottle of lube and pours another splotch out on his hand. I pull off of him, undoing all the progress we made, but it's for the greater good. He spreads it along his cock and wipes the remaining amount against my ass before he aims once more and slowly pushes me down.

This time it goes in much easier. There's a strange stinging sensation, so I grip his hand and we slow down. I'm no quitter, though. I grit my teeth and start the sliding process once more. Steadily we manage to get him inside me the entire way. Sitting on him while he's fully inside me gives me a strange sense of pride. The stinging sensation is still there, but ever since I decided it isn't that bad, it hasn't really bothered me. Now I just feel stretched.

Holy shit. I Have a dick inside me.

Nothing can stop me.

As if I forgot there was something else we were supposed to do after we get to this point, Rich starts to move his hips again. I can feel every inch of him shift with his movements.

The room he has to navigate underneath me is quite limited, so I start to assist him, lifting my ass up a bit and sliding back down onto him.

"Oooohh... Wow," I gasp as a spike of pleasure travels up my spine. He's really stretching me out.

"Feels good?"

"Mmmh... yeah." It feels like nothing I've ever tried before. I don't think there's anything out there that can compare.

"You're amazing, Desmond." He runs his hands along my side, lightly gripping them for better leverage. "Oh fuck... You feel so good."

I would blush, but I think my blood is preoccupied somewhere else. His cock is awesome. I didn't think it was an impressive size at first, seeing as it was roughly the same as mine, but it fills me in such a perfect way.

I need him. I need him to always be inside me. Always fucking me. It's a crime that this won't last forever.

I bend down to kiss him, trying to keep the movement going, but one thing causes the other to fail and he slips out of me. Damn it!

As I'm about to give up on the kisses and get back to the fucking, he grips me behind my shoulders and rolls me over. I yelp as he now stares down at me.

With a peek below us and the assistance of his hand, he lifts my leg and pushes back into me. Like a perfectly designed mechanism, he slides in and quickly returns to fucking me.

I wrap my legs around his waist as he starts to get a good pace going. He moves his head in and we make out, complication-free. I run a hand through the scruff on his face and my other hand occupies itself with his chest and nipples. All the while, we moan and growl like the beasts we are.

It isn't long before he starts adding more power into his thrusts, causing the bedframe to knock into the wall with each swing. He's hitting parts of me I didn't even know existed. He's really laying into me!

"Oh fuck!" He gasps in between pants and moans. His face is contorted with pleasure and focus. I can almost feel him getting close. I try to match his movements and clench my body in time with him.

Rubbing my hands along his belly and chest, I apply pressure where I can, lightly pinching his nipples, pulling his fur, doing all I can to get as many sounds out of him as possible. I need him to feel good.

"I'm gonna..." He growls as he hunches down and starts kissing my neck. I cling to his back like my life depends on it, letting out moan after moan right into his ear.

In. Out. In. Out. Faster. Faster. Fuck.

He lets out a bellow and thrusts as deep as he can.

"Fuuuck yeah," I cry out as his dick starts throbbing inside me. Fuck. I can feel his cum hitting my gut. He's pushing his cock in as hard as he can, getting his seed as deep as possible.

I reach between us and start jacking off. Fuck. His cum is inside me. Holy shit.

Rich lifts himself off me to give me more room. "Yeah. Do it, darling." He runs his hands along my sides and hips, his cock still wedged deep inside me, weakly pulsing out the rest of what's left in his balls. I clench my ass, trying to squeeze out whatever there is, while I mercilessly beat my meat.

Making a beeline toward that orgasmic cliff, I do every trick I know to get my cum out faster. I yank my balls as he plays with my nipple, giving it little twists and flicks. Sweat is covering my entire body, my breath is quickened into shorter and shorter bursts. He starts moving his hips again, but smaller motions, as to not accidentally let his slowly softening cock slip out.

"Cum."

His commands sets off a trigger in my spine and that overwhelming ecstasy of orgasm racks my body. Cum shoots out of my cock, hitting myself in the chin before firing the more reasonable distance of my navel. I let out a sigh of pleasure as that cork finally releases.

"Ooooh damn," Rich says, admiring my work. "Good fuckin' shot, boy."

It takes a moment for my mind to come back into my body. "Holy shit," I say between gasps. "I've never cum that hard in my life."

"You're incredible." Rich leans forwards and licks up the mess I made on my chin, before laying himself down on top of me. Slowly, he pulls his mostly-soft dick out of me, leaving a tingling emptiness there where he should be. I let out another sigh.

"Thanks," I let my legs relax their grip around his waist. "You are, too." I run my fingers through the fur on his head and neck.

We stay embraced for some time before I let him know that he's smashing me. We flip over so that I'm now resting my head on his broad chest, his arms wrapped around me as mine are around him. I take a peek outside, trying to guess the time, but it's all dark out. Whatever time it is, it's late. Instead of worrying about it, I bring my focus back to Rich.

We've talked so much over the past few months, it's still kinda surreal being able to be with him like this. Everything about him is perfect for me. His body is beautiful, his scent is addictive, and his tenderness with me... I won't lie and say I didn't expect this— Hell, I cleaned myself up specifically in case something like this happened— but there's a difference between expectation and reality. This raccoon that's kind of a goofball online yet intense and affectionate in person, has kinda won my heart over.

We made plans in the case that I was able to visit him. We were going to get dinner, have a nice little chat over a sandwich at some diner... talk about comics and whatnot. That would've been two days ago, but things came up and I wasn't able to make it out. Now it's Monday and this meeting was kind of a last minute rescheduling. I let him know I'd be tired from classes and my job, but he was alright with it. "We can have a chill evening, no pressure," is what he said. That sounded nice.

Maybe taking it a little slower would've been smart. As it stands, we'd never seen each other in person. There wasn't anything to go off beside a vague idea based on species. For all I know, I could've been meeting up with a murderer or psychopath. For all he knew, he could've been inviting over a murderer or psychopath. I guess this is the risk you take when you start talking to someone you like over the internet.

I wonder what he's thinking. Am I too inexperienced? Am I too young for him? Is he too old for me? Was this just a one-time thing? Am I okay with this being a one-time thing? I don't think I am. I really dig him. Maybe he digs me, too.

Maybe this is exactly how it was supposed to happen.

No.

Not "maybe".

This is exactly how it was supposed to happen.

His breathing evens out to a slow and heavy pattern. I suppose another quick nap with him won't hurt. We can figure everything else out later. Maybe at that diner.

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Hey hey, hope you liked the story. I wrote this some time ago for my patrons because I feel bad that I haven't gotten a new build of my visual novel out. After sitting on this for some time, though, I'll post it here. (I did make an editing pass, but it's whatevs) Title sucks, but I never thought of a better one so this is it.

Alright. Thank you! Have a good night!