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Bandit Heeler eyed the handsome wolf lad across the pub, offering him a wink and a smile. The wolf blushed, then glanced away. It was the second Friday of the month, in June. Bandit and his wife Chilli had both been looking forward to what they secretly called their 'Fun Fridays', when the two adult dogs would drop their kids off at a babysitter's place -often Pat or Fido, if they were available-and then separately go out to different pubs. Bandit went one where men his age often flirted with other men and sometimes wore provocative clothing that tiptoed along the lines of decency. Chilli did the same, except her pubs catered to women who desired women. Bandit arrived at the pub dressed in dark blue swimming trunks and a red Hawaiian shirt. After deciding to sit down next to the shy wolf lad, he surveyed the younger canine and whistled at the denim shorts and orange T-shirt advertising an American soda drink. "Uh...Hi there," the lad said with a nervous wave of his paw. "T-This is my first time here..." "Hey there, mate," Bandit greeted. "I can tell. How's your evening going?" "I'm okay," the wolf replied nervously. He definitely sounded American. "Y-You?" "My, my, aren't we the nervous one?" He laughed good-heartedly. "Relax, boy. We're just shooting the shit. I'm doing fine. I got the night to myself, and here's this handsome young American all on his lonesome, looking like he desires company. You are American, right?" He nodded shyly, quick to reply, "I...I am, yeah. My name it...it's Noah." "What a handsome name," Mr. Heeler chuckled. "Call me Bandit, son." Noah's tail wagged behind him. "N-Nice to meet you, B-Bandit." The older canine loved shy boys. Especially foreign shy college boys, most of them either take advantage of spring break or summer to explore the other side of the Pacific Ocean. "Where you from?" Bandit inquired. "I'm gonna guess and say...Chicago?" "C-Close," he clarified, giggling. "Milwaukee, Wisconsin." "Ah, biscuits. So close," Bandit chuckled. "If I may be so bold to ask, what's a cute American like you doing all the way over here Down Under? And what brings you all the way up to Queensland?" "Oh! I uh, I'm going to see the Great B-Barrier Reef later this week," Noah said with a brightening smile. "Until then, I thought I'd tour Brisbane for a few days. A friend of mine recommended I go to this bar." "They're called pubs over here, dear Noah," Bandit clarified for him, and laughed before taking a sip of his pint. "And your friend was right to recommend this place. The guys here are all nice. If you're frisky, they'll be more than eager to give ya a good time." A spark of curiosity flashed across Noah's auburn eyes "Are...you one of those guys?" he asked, attempting a seductive smile that succeeded in making him adorable. "M-Mr. Heeler?" Bandit pretended to muse on the suggestion, then finished the rest of his pints before leaning in close to whisper in the young wolf's molten ear. "I just might be, laddie. And please, call me 'Bandit'. Or maybe something else if you're up for joining me at my place." Noah suppressed another giggle. His erection raged inside his shorts, which the older canine could smell clear as day with his strong nose. The American timber wolf appeared conflicted at first, no doubt weighing the cost and benefit of hooking up with a stranger. Even if neither of them had any nefarious schemes and simply wanted to fuck. However, after sitting patiently and waiting for a response from him, Bandit gave an endearing smile the moment that Noah replied with a meek but excitable nod. *** The two canines stumbled drunkenly into Bandit's bedroom, their clothes already being shed article by article. They kissed sloppily for several minutes and cuddled for warmth on the soft bed, stroking each other's sides. Noah could not stop himself from admiring the Australian canine's body, moaning. He groped his sides and hugged himself against the more mature man, nuzzling his chin and kissing down his neck and round stomach before eventually reaching a treasure trail that went further south. He smelled amazing! As Bandit leaned back on the bed, Noah knelt between the older dog's thick legs and didn't wait long to start, licking at that rigid cock bobbing like a ship's mast in front of his wet nose. Even his musk smelt like rugged perfume. He couldn't get enough of it even with the alcohol in his system, and his woozy attempts to wrap his lips around the tip were comically delirious. He was addicted to this Australian daddy. Noah moaned against that thick manhood, licking up and down on that cock. He and Bandit panted and gasped, relishing in the wolf's slobbery kisses until together...they passed out, waking up hours later in the early morning. Sometime around sunrise, Bandit was the first to wake up. He felt groggy. His head ached and he could barely feel his legs. Something pressed down on them. It wasn't until he glanced at the mysterious weight that he discovered Noah curled up on his crotch, resting his head and folded ears on his bare stomach almost like a pillow. The adorable sight made the middle-aged dog start to laugh. Then, he winced slightly. "Kiddo?" he said. "Kiddo, wake up. Noah. Are you alive?" The American let out a low groan. "I feel dead..." "You and me both, mate. C'mon." Bandit shifted into a sitting position and encouraged the tired, equally naked college boy to do the same. "Let's take a shower. I think I've got an extra toothbrush you can borrow. By the time we get out, the coffee downstairs should be ready." "Y-You don't need to," Noah tried arguing. "Nonsense!" Bandit sat up and helped the weak-legged American wolf stand up on the floor. "We both got hammered and I'm not letting ya go without some curing." A growl escaped from the wolf's belly, making him blush and the Australian dog laugh. "I'll also make us some grub before ya hit the road, mate." As they walked to the bathroom connected to the master bedroom, Noah gazed at various photos pinned to the wall and found himself staring at a few showing Bandit with another heeler dog his age. "Were you married?" he asked, then clarified, "At some point? I don't see you wearing a wedding ring." "Nah, still married." He shrugged. "I just like taking it off just to be safe." Noah paused where he stood. "Safe?" "Wedding rings tend to scare off potential one-night stands, heh." Noah gulped. "A-And your w-wife d-doesn't mind? At all?" he asked, beginning to worry if he'd been contributing to helping someone cheat. Bandit quickly noticed and chuckled. "Doesn't mind? Mate, she approves," he assured the wolf, who finally relaxed. He followed the middle-aged man into a bathroom that clearly belonged to two domesticated spouses. One side of the large countertop and sink possessed beauty products in front of a mirror while the other had an electric razor among other assortments. In the cabinet on that side, Bandit snagged his toothbrush and handed an unused one, the item still in its package, over to Noah. They stood in awkward silence, cleaning themselves up and brushing their teeth, occasionally giving nervous and cheeky glances, as well as smiles. They eventually got ready to shower. The sun was beginning to shine beautifully outside the tinted bathroom window. Beams of morning light cascaded through at an angle that didn't distract Noah from the handsome daddy leaning over to start the shower past the ajar glass door. His raised tail gave the American wolf a brief view. His member started to grow even more erect once the blue-furred dog invited him inside. They had just enough room to share space, and Bandit quickly started running soapy fingers around his athletic shoulders. "Hnnngh!" Noah shivered, delighted from his touch and apprehensively leaned closer. "A-Are you sure...?" "I'm sure, Noah," he laughed. "In fact, she's likely been sucking on the tits of a random beauty at the nearest lesbian bar. Don't worry, mate. She'll be fine with me bringing a handsome little wolfie like you to the house." Noah's blush was hidden by the remaining shampoo on his fur and the faint steam forming around them. "Huh." He mused on it. "Do you...love each other?" "We love each other. We go out on dates together and even do a little hanky-panky ourselves. That is, if we're not bone-dead tired at the end of the day and our little girls fall asleep," Bandit snickered and sighed. "Don't worry about it. Just last month, we had a very fun threesome with one of the neighbors, hehe." Noah gulped, then apprehensively asked a little too gleefully, "W-Would she mind if I did this?" Having lathered his fingers in soap earlier, the timid timber wolf lowered a paw in the stroking Bandit, who let out a surprised noise. Then, he snickered and responded to the stroking digits by pulling Noah into a blind kiss. They leaned slightly against the glass. Warm water obscured their vision as it rained down on their heads, and their hardening lengths rubbed at each other's legs as they ground their chests, stomachs, and tongue together. They were left panting and giggling moments later under the artificial downpour. "Ya wanna do me a favor, Noah, and wash my back?" Bandit asked with his eyes closed. "Sure!" he chirped almost like a bird. "Lemme just get some more shampoo. Mind doing the same?" They took their precious time to run their fingernails and palms all over each other's contours. Noah admired the remnant athletic build that Bandit once possessed as a rugby player in high school and parts of college, before committing to a degree in archaeology. Imagining the devoted father and husband in his young prime-or even as a professional player-sent electric shiver to the aching tip of his wolf cock. However, despite an emerging beer belly, the Australian cattle dog's strong back and retained biceps felt incredible to Noah's touch. Everything about it did. Particularly when his fingers traced the curves of Bandit's ass. Noah was quick to give one of them a squeeze. "Cheeky pup," Bandit tsked. "I'd be even more knackered than I was last night if I had a beer for every twink that wanted to grope my butt." Noah hummed with satisfaction as he felt a larger pair of fingers trace his back. They tickled and caressed his spine with sudsy soap and fur shampoo. His tail could not quit swaying happily by the time those paws groped his ass right back. He giggled boldly. "You most say that...to all the boys," Noah joked with a quick scoff. "Oh?" Bandit hummed. "Well, I'll admit that you're not the first handsome man I've shared a shower with. But...I don't think I've ever done this..." He perked an ear up. "Done what?" Movement shifted behind Noah that caught his attention. He suddenly felt one paw grip the base of his tail to raise it up. The other spread his right ass cheek wide enough to expose his quivering hole. He let out a slight whimper at feeling warm shower water trickle down his revealed crevice, and he could suddenly feel a hot mouth breathing against it. At some point, Bandit had gone into a kneeling position behind the stiff wolf. "Are you alright if I do this, mate?" he asked the wolf. Noah let out a panting gasp, nodding, then silently chastising him after realizing Bandit wouldn't be able to see. "I'm yours," he muttered. "P-Please, do it. I-Ahhhhhhhhh!" Noah let out an incoherent series of growls. His words were taken by the tongue lathering up and down his spread crevice. His raised tail wagged back-and-forth at feeling a cold nose press against its base, inhaling and exhaling as Bandit licked the hole underneath said tail base. He slurped and dragged his tongue along that recently cleaned crevice, both paws now keeping his cheeks wide as Noah pressed his forehead to the shower wall, squirming where he could barely stand. Or keep standing, thanks and part to the older dog eating them out. It felt like all the blood in him was either throbbing to his folded ears or down south to his uncontrollably leaking dick. "Mmm," Bandit's muzzle parted for air, then asked over the shower noise, "How do you like it? Mate?" He emphasized his question with a firm smack to the lad's left but cheek. Noah jolted with pleasure, making Bandit laugh. "Well, answer Daddy." "Eat me out, Daddy," he pleaded. "G-Go deeper...Go faster!" "Mmm, say that again, but slower," Bandit replied with a moaning drawl. The American wolf let out a low whine. "Goooo...Deeeeeeeper, Daaaaaaady!" he wailed. Bandit returned straight to work. Within seconds, his dexterous tongue traveled deep enough to not only brush the sphincter, but the prostate too. The pleasure and pressure became too much for the poor, inexperienced Noah. He squeezed himself down on his daddy's invading appendage, which in turn caused more pleasure to crash all over his body. His balls constricted, and his cock let out a large stream of steamy cum that painted the walls. The climaxing timber wolf let out a howling moan that echoed throughout the bathroom and beyond, likely alerting the neighbors. Meanwhile, Mr. Bandit Heeler could not stop himself either. He pulled away from that heavenly ass and howled as his right paw gave the subtlest of strokes to his own neglected cock. Bandit soon stained the tiled grout and Noah's ankles with his own seed, panting and already exhausted. Their hangovers were long forgotten. Back to his aching feet, Bandit wordlessly held Noah in his arms, both of them caught in the beautiful afterglow. They held each other and panted as their hearts raced. Warm water cascaded down. Soap and sperm went down the drain. Steam rose and fogged up the glass door of the shower. Knocking sounds broke them from the reverie. "Bandit, are ya in there?" a woman's voice came through. "Bandit?" "Oh! Uh, yeah, I'm in here, honey!" Bandit spoke up. "And I got a friend too." Noah suddenly felt like someone with a spotlight on him. Even with the knowledge that his wife didn't mind him having gay hookups, his anxiety shot through the roof at first. His relaxation started to wane. "I figured with the extra clothes in here," she answered casually. The bathroom door opened a crack, and Noah could make out an orange-furred blur through the steam and condensation of the glass. "Don't mind me," she explained quickly. "I'm just grabbing one of my scrunchies. Who's your 'friend', hun?" "N-Name's Noah, ma'am," he replied. "You wouldn't mind if I made you boys some breakfast, would you?" she asked him out of the blue. "I still have several hours before I need to leave and pick up the girls." "Sounds good to me," Bandit agreed, and Noah found himself nodding. "Chilli, you're the best! Love you." "Love you too, hun," she chuckled. "Now don't take too long up here, or I won't be eager to tell you about my fun last night..." Bandit laughed. "Yes, ma'am!" The bathroom door closed. Noah's tail wagged at the thought of not only having some morning breakfast following an extraordinary rim job but getting to meet the open wife of Bandit. Speaking of whom, the Australian cattle dog was quick to plant a smooch on his cheek before cracking the shower door open and letting out some steam. "We better get dressed now," he warned. "My wife loves to tell a good story, next to making a good breakfast, and I bet she'll be happy to talk to you about what it's like living in America." "Gotcha," Noah said. "I'll be happy to answer." "Good boy," he chuckled. "Let's go." Noah made a mental note to ask the older canine for either a phone number or email. Maybe even a mailing address. He had a feeling that future trips to Queensland, Australia were going to be planned for his vacations.