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Before turning off the light switch and plunging the bedroom into total darkness, Raymond asked, “Sure you wanna still do this, Sam? We can stop right now and pretend nothing happened.” “No,” the Doberman sitting anxiously on his bed promptly replied. “I can’t keep pretending. I…I won’t. If I’m gonna keep thinking about dudes, I might as well try it with…with someone I trust. And I…I trust you, Ray.” The openly gay otter nodded at the nervous jock, then flicked the switch before making his way to the bed and kneeling atop the blanket. Sampson’s paws tensed when they were gently grabbed, trembling slightly as all ten fingers brushed against the otter’s sides. Raymond smiled through the darkness and heard the Doberman breathe in apprehension. He leaned in closer, guiding the canine’s paws to his hips, chuckling softly as he felt them groping for either support or exploration—likely both. Before Raymond realized it, he felt a pair of soft lips connecting clumsily with his, and Sampson let out a canine whimper as their tongues danced between their teeth. Their nostrils flared hot breath against the other’s snouts, the sensation eliciting a soft, shuddering moan from Sampson that sounded higher pitched, followed by a content groan that vibrated into the otter’s more experienced lips. Sampson didn’t even realize how hard he was until he felt Raymond grinding his boxer-clad erection against his, his shaft throbbing through the cotton white briefs clinging to his muscular body. They begged to be removed. His own manhood begged to pulsate freely, no longer caring if it was buried inside a woman or another man. Raymond sensed it through his crotch and the pitch-black darkness, and paused their kissing to ask, “May I?” Sampson meekly murmured, “God, yes…” Raymond grasped onto the firm shaft through the briefs, eliciting a whimpering moan from the Doberman. He throbbed harder against those experienced and webbed fingers, grinding into the otter’s palm, each small movement causing Sampson to pant harder. He sounded like a dehydrated dog baking below the sun. “Do you wanna continue?” Raymond asked. “Fuck yes…” Sampson lapped the air. “Y-You…?” Raymond laughed. “We can do whatever you want, Sammy.” The otter and Doberman leaned in close. Their breaths hitched as lips reconnected in sweet union. They stroked each other and gasped between breaths of air, their muzzles and tongues barely parting as they lay together on the bed. Soon, both young men peeled away their underwear and kicked them onto the floor. Raymond grasped both of their leaking members in a single paw and stroked them together, up and down and up and down. The torso of the Doberman spasmed from the new sensation of feeling another dude rub his cock with another dude’s. It felt so hard and throbbing yet silky against his meaty shaft. “This…is called ‘frottage’,” Raymond explained. “How…How’re you liking it?” “Mfhah…Hahhhh…Hahhhh!” Sampson laughed. “Fuck, that feels great…” “Heh, want me to go faster?” Sampson replied to the otter by slamming his muzzle against his, their arms wrapping around the other. The Doberman straddled the rudder-tailed nerd, humping and huffing between kisses and deep breaths of air, the two of them feverishly chuckling. Grunting from the muscular weight over him, grasping either the Doberman’s sides or his solid biceps, Raymond moaned into Sampson’s lips, his back burying into the bed, his webbed toes curling as the horndog rubbed against him. He panted between kisses, only for either the otter or the dog to reconnect in the dark. He crackled his ankles around Sampson’s bucking hips, feeling it flex as their hard dicks leaked and throbbed harder. Throughout it all, the darkness made it hard for Raymond to tell whenever he closed his eyes in bliss or stares up at his canine friend’s glossy, lustful eyes. Meanwhile, Sampson was in bi-curious heaven. There were no longer any doubts about his sexuality, not from the way his cock pulsed and his balls churned and yearned for pleasuring release, feeling the otter’s fur and member against his. He couldn’t get enough of Raymond in particular. His close friend tasted and felt so good, on his lips, on his body, in his molten hot ears and between his fingers and maw. Their saliva and tongues danced as one, and Sampson couldn’t get enough of their sexual waltz. At some point during all of this, their drooling lips disconnected once more, giving Raymond enough time to ask, “Sammy, mind if I try something?” “S-Sure,” he whispered. “Go ahead.” Raymond lifted his right paw to suckle on two fingers, soaking it in drool until both digits were wet enough. Then, the otter lowered it and trailed his palm down and along the Doberman’s athletic frame. He caressed and traced every delicious muscle. It made Sampson giggle in short fits until finally, Raymond groped the horn dog’s left butt cheek, spreading it wide enough until his fingers met the enticing crevice. Upon feeling the otter’s two wet, webbed fingers meet his tail hole, Sampson gasped, “Holy—-Ahhhhhngh!” “You like that?” Raymond chuckled, then slowly, patiently pushed his middle finger in when he saw a faint outline of Sampson nodding. “Breathe for me, okay?” “Nnngh…Ohhhhh…Thaaaaat’s…Niiiiiiiice…” “Good doggie,” Raymond snickered and then kissed the Doberman. “Keep going…” One finger became two. His quivering ring clenched tightly around the pair of wiggling digits. Sampson already lay in rising, writhing bliss, bruising his lips against Raymond as he ran his own clawed fingers through the back fur of the otter’s head. Having sex with a few girls his age, feeling an experienced knuckle rub against its prostate sent jolts of electric Nirvana up and down the Doberman’s sweaty back. He thrusted harder. He suppressed a few snarls. He trembled with every incredible sensation between his cock as a ground up against the otter and the otter spreading his virgin tail hole wider until he was a quivering mess. Sampson could not get enough as he continued, licking and laughing at Raymond’s maw, receiving the same carnal attention. It wasn’t until Raymond started using his thumb to caress the Dobermans taint that things started to reach a fever pitch. Sampson became rigid above the moaning otter, muscles shivering, and tail hole becoming tighter around those thrusting fingers in unison with their stroked shafts. Electric pleasure danced underneath their skin. Their heartbeats boomed inside their ears like echoing drums. Their dueling manhoods begged for throbbing release until finally, a few more firm thrusts pushed the otter and Doberman over the edge together. They ground faster and kissed deeper, with Raymond inserting three fingers just as lust overcame Sampson. The Doberman broke their kissing. “Ray…!” He howled as he climaxed all over Raymond’s rapidly rising and falling stomach. The otter in turn followed suit, no longer holding himself back. He came in jets of warm seed that stained their chests. The two of them collapsed into a sweaty, happy heap of limbs. Cum dripped between their hyperventilating stomachs. Raymond slowly withdrew his fingers from Simpson’s crevice and continued groping that muscular ass as they slowly began to lay partially on their sides. “Woah…Ray…” “Sammy…You good?” Neither of them said a word for a long while while trying to catch their breaths. “Honestly…?” Sampson uttered between heavy, heavenly pants. “That…That…I didn’t know gay sex could be that great.” Raymond leaned forward into the darkness. He licked at Sampson’s nose. “And that’s just frotting. And anal play.” “I might wanna explore more of that next time we do this.” He shifted closer to the spent otter. “What do ya say?” Raymond laughed. “Only if you take me out on a first date.”