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[2:44 PM] lukasott: so you just… don’t roll it back in the shower?

[2:44 PM] dirtyote: i mean

[2:44 PM] dirtyote: yeah?

[2:44 PM] dirtyote: theres ways to get it to build up a lot quicker but

[2:45 PM] dirtyote: i just like seeing the weeks of progress

[2:48 PM] lukasott: isn’t that bad? I mean I’ve let mine go for a week or so, but then I always get…

[2:49 PM] lukasott: I dunno, self conscious? Like it feels wrong

[2:50 PM] dirtyote: well like, first off, what do you think we did before we discovered what a bath is

[2:51 PM] dirtyote: and second

[2:51 PM] dirtyote: you ever seen a feral animal wash theirs with like soap n water n shit?

[2:52 PM] dirtyote: (i mean even when you DO wash it you shouldn’t really be using soap but w/e)

[2:54 PM] lukasott: I guess not?

[2:54 PM] dirtyote: you know what they do use?

[2:54 PM] lukasott: ...their tongues?

[2:56 PM] dirtyote: ;)

[8:31 PM] lukasott: But doesn’t it, like… bother you?

[8:42 PM] dirtyote: why would it?

[8:42 PM] dirtyote: i fuckin love it

[8:42 PM] dirtyote: that’s why i do it

[8:43 PM] lukasott: what about your partners? I mean like, sometimes even when I do wash mine, they still get a little uh

[8:43 PM] lukasott: yknow

[8:44 PM] dirtyote: if its that big a deal to them then thats someone you shouldnt be sharing that kind of intimacy with in the first place imo

[8:44 PM] dirtyote: like get over it jfc, it’s a body

[8:45 PM] dirtyote: it aint gonna smell like lavender and roses, and if thats the kind of sex youre lookin for, then i dont want you anywhere near me

[8:45 PM] dirtyote: kinda shit

[8:46 PM] dirtyote: but like yeah, its polite to let them know up front, obviously

[8:46 PM] dirtyote: and if theyre not into it too

[8:47 PM] dirtyote: then IM not into THEM

[8:47 PM] dirtyote: plain n simple

[8:49 PM] dirtyote: i want someone thats into me and my body and everything about it, instead of someone whos disgusted by it and is only here for what i can give them as long as its on their terms

[8:53 PM] lukasott: hmm…

[11:37 PM] lukasott: so wait but what’s the difference between yours and mine

[11:38 PM] dirtyote: youre tellin me youve never looked it up online?

[11:38 PM] lukasott is typing…

[11:39 PM]

[11:41 PM] lukasott: >///>

[11:41 PM] lukasott: but I wanna hear it from you

[11:42 PM] dirtyote: hahaha

[11:42 PM] dirtyote: well first off, you with foreskin, me with sheath

[11:43 PM] dirtyote: mines gonna be gummier.

[11:43 PM] dirtyote: usually.

[11:43 PM] dirtyote: in my experience.

[11:43 PM] dirtyote: like a lot wetter. just because of the… i guess… climate differences between sheath and foreskin

[11:44 PM] dirtyote: yall might beat us out for miles in terms of stink

[11:44 PM] dirtyote: (jealous btw)

[11:44 PM] dirtyote: but we get WAY more uh

[11:44 PM] dirtyote: product

[11:44 PM] dirtyote: like its rare i can go a day after a shower without being able to scoop some off on my thumb

[11:45 PM] lukasott: oh wow

[11:45 PM] lukasott: I mean I’ve heard of some uncut folks that get more buildup in three days than I do in three weeks

[11:45 PM] lukasott: and like, our ex-girlfriend…

[11:46 PM] lukasott: woof

[11:47 PM] dirtyote: yeyeye

[11:47 PM] dirtyote: but also like

[11:47 PM] dirtyote: its part of pheromones. scent marking n all

[11:48 PM] dirtyote: swhy its pretty damn easy to find a knotted guy whos willing to piss in your ass after he cums

[11:49 PM] dirtyote: or gal, as you said

[11:49 PM] dirtyote: in my experience the gals are usually the ones who wanna do it more

[11:50 PM] dirtyote: piss in my ass i mean

[11:50 PM] dirtyote: i mean your ass

[1:07 AM] lukasott: so uh

[1:07 AM] lukasott: you said you’ve been uh letting it go for a while?

[1:10 AM] dirtyote: ye im at about 2 weeks now

[1:10 AM] dirtyote: still showering ofc, just not rollin back the hood

[1:10 AM] lukasott: you prob saw this coming but

[1:11 AM] lukasott: can I see?

[1:17 AM] dirtyote: [Video, 2:31]

[1:23 AM] lukasott: hhhhholy

[1:23 AM] lukasott: yeah okay I think I get it

[1:24 AM] dirtyote: ;)

[1:24 AM] dirtyote: its even better in person

[1:24 AM] lukasott: CNASD

[1:24 AM] lukasott: oops

[1:24 AM] lukasott: CAN I??

[1:25 AM] dirtyote: haha

[1:25 AM] dirtyote: how bout next weekend

[1:25 AM] dirtyote: like not this coming one but

[1:25 AM] dirtyote: the one after

[1:25 AM] dirtyote: ill clean mine tomorrow, you do yours too

[1:25 AM] dirtyote: and then we can compare

[1:26 AM] lukasott: DEAL

[1:26 AM] lukasott: !!!

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Lukas took in another breath and swallowed, the otter’s nose already tingling with the rich, warm aroma of coyote musk sizzling through Raul’s jeans. He squirmed again, already fully hard in his own; he had gone the extra mile and worn the same pair of underwear throughout this week without cleaning, making sure to roll his foreskin back whenever he went to piss and then wiping off on the fabric just for good measure as well, until he could smell himself just as strongly through opening his pants fly as he could when rolling back again.

“Um…”

He shifted where he lay across the bed, one pillow shoved up underneath his arm for support. He could feel Raul’s breath tickling against his belly up underneath his shirt, the coyote’s muzzle so close to his own groin; bright green eyes flashed down to him, the two lying head to toe – or rather, shaft to nose. “Hm?”

“I’m already… uh…” He gave another throb. Raul’s whiskers twitched toward the motion, and the coyote smirked, turning his head to nuzzle into the firm bulge. “I’ve got a lot – of foreskin, I mean – but it’s not exactly the stretchiest, so it might… be a little tough to get down in there when I’m not soft. I mean, I can fit, like, six fingers? But still, it’s-”

“Mm.” Then that breath simmered in through the fabric of his pants, drawing another throb out of him; the otter shivered and grinded forward against the Raul’s muzzle. “Certainly smells like you’ve got something good going on already.”

“Well – yeah, I…” He swallowed again, now watching as Raul began working at the button of his pants fly. The pressure from his paws, the tickling of his breath – another throb, the tug of the zipper… the sensation of warm, firm nose lining up alongside the shape of his hard shaft, the sleek, slow inhalation through tainted fabric, the resulting shiver of delight vibrating down through Raul’s shoulders and making his fur puff out… “Ah… I thought I told you, I – mostly get the smell and the… sliminess, but not so much… actual buildup…”

“Mm. Mhmm.” Sharp-clawed fingers hooked beneath the waistband of his underwear, dragging down through his thick pubic fur. Another deep breath, a throaty swallow, a sighed exhalation. “I’ll send you home with some of mine packed under your hood here. God knows I’ve got more than enough to share.” The coyote gave a little thrust, bumping his pants fly against Lukas’s cheek. “So go on. Open your gift. Take a look at what I’ve been working on for you. Or,” and another thrust, “take a sniff.”

Still it gave Lukas a deep, ecstatic jolt to find someone so excited, so aroused, so – unapologetic about it. Every time Raul alluded to it, the scent, the sliminess, the gunk, the time and effort put into avoiding getting things cleaned up down here, the otter felt another squirm of pleasure shiver through him; paws shaking, trying not to look too eager, he worked at the coyote’s pants fly, tugged the button, pulled the zipper – and then gasped in the wall of hot, humid, swampy air that immediately poured out across him amid the lack of any sort of underwear.

Raul pushed forward, sand-colored fur bristling as he did so. Lukas’s mouth hung open with shock and admiration, his eyes wide, his whiskers twitching… his nose tingling, his eyes nearly watering. The coyote’s sheath visibly bunched outwards with the weight of what he carried inside, a little bit lopsided and misshapen from the load lurking inside which, of course, had begun to leak its way outwards from inside.

“Oh… man…”

And for that moment everything else fell away. Lukas swallowed again, throat already full of the coyote’s unwashed scent, even though he had not yet closed the distance. Raul had certainly been correct in his initial comparison: just before heading out to come over tonight, Lukas had stopped by the bathroom and rolled back for one final perusal, and saw nestled behind his head and in between the folded wrinkles of his foreskin the familiar soft little chunks of pale white here and there, soon followed by that also-familiar rich scent wafting up to tickle at his nostrils – while Raul’s nearly poured out from within the lips of his sheath, pale pink skin coated with thick, sticky, slimy milky yellow instead.

The otter licked his lips, leaned in a little closer, took a sniff… sniffed again, sniffed once more, and then wrapped his thumb around the back of Raul’s sheath. Immediately he felt the coyote tense and twitch in response, the tapered point of his shaft briefly nudging outward from within that sludgy mass. Rich red meat strung through with dense spiderwebbed veins twitched, pulsed, glistened with its own natural wetness stocked up after so long.

Down between his own legs he felt Raul nuzzle forward again, once more pushing in against the front of the otter’s tented underwear. “Tell me,” he rumbled, finally drawing his waistband down past his fully hard cock, “what does it smell like to you?”

“Smells… like…” Lukas’s eyes fluttered shut. Again and again he throbbed, grinding against the other male’s nose, pressing against his lips, knowing that he was smearing the gathered grease of his own sweat and scent into his fur, just as Raul’s own had visibly matted down his pubic fur and crusted other spots together. He was so warm in his paw as well, the weight of this full sheath sagging down across the crook of his thumb; Lukas rested his fingers lightly across its bulk and lifted it up, heart fluttering.

A little squeeze forward, a slow stroke back – ears twitching to the sound of audible puttering, air caught within the coyote’s sheath rippling out from in between buried chunks and clinging sludge. Lukas swallowed once more and leaned in until he felt the humid heat sizzling at his nose, then held himself there, sighed out, and took in a quick, short sniff. Then another, and another, and he came in until his nose settled in alongside the breadth of Raul’s sheath, nostrils hovering right along the pink-fleshed lip overflowing with built-up gunk.

He drew in deep, and slow, and deliberate. Rich heat tingled within his nose and poked into the back of his throat, swirling within his lungs like a gust of sandy air: it made him want to cough and splutter, and he felt his nose snout wrinkle and his lips curl, and yet still he could do nothing but breathe in even deeper. Without knowing it he pressed his own hips forward, once more grinding in against Raul’s muzzle; hot breath puffed out between his own legs, the canid’s nose drawing up the underside of his shaft, fingers pinching his supple foreskin forward so that his wrinkles bunched and folded up together.

“Wet dog…” Lukas finally murmured, breath sighing out just as thick with Raul’s scent. He swallowed yet again, still able to taste him, and then inhaled again. “But, like… richer. Thicker. Like… like when you leave some towels in the laundry for too long and they get… musty.”

“Mm.” Broad nose pressed right up against his own bunched hood. Muzzle still sideways against Raul’s sheath, Lukas scooted back a bit to look down their bodies – and felt another sudden deep, powerful pulse of arousal rocket through him when the coyote did the same to him, sucking in a full, sharp, intense lungful of his scent straight from the source. “God. Fucking damn. And you smell like – someone just microwaved some old tilapia…”

“Y-yeah…” Lukas shifted. “One of my exes once – told me, that, um…”

“God.” As if he had not spoken, Raul then rolled the otter’s foreskin back – it took two tries, the lower layer was so tacky and stuck to the meat underneath – and breathed in again, warm humidity of his breath tingling across his sensitive head, then wafting out again. “You stink… so fucking good, Lukas… and this is after just one week…?”

Each breath worked him up further and further, the otter’s heart pounding, his breath coming and going in quick gasps, his hips wanting to grind and thrust and buck. He licked his lips again and resumed squeezing the sheath right here against his muzzle, working more of those slimy yellowed chunks out, coming forward to brace them against his lips… feeling, tasting the concentrated build-up of scent and piss and sweat and sludge, coating, smearing. “Y-yeah. Is it – too much?”

This time when Raul inhaled he did so slow and strong, held it – and then puffed it all back out through parted jaws, hungry breath curling around Lukas’s balls. He shifted where he lay so that he could grab the otter’s hips and then yanked him in, angling his muzzle down to keep his nose in line with the end of his foreskin. “It’s perfect,” he finally panted. One paw slid around, rolled his skin back, and tugged to pull it back behind the rim of his head. Raul nuzzled down along there as well, snout wrinkling with scent. “God, and it’s stronger here. You’re right when you said you don’t have much, but – fuck, what you’ve got is some of the best. I wanna just… roll you all the way up over my nose…”

Do it, Lukas wanted to say, but could not quite build up the courage to do so. Instead he sighed out again, turned his hips so that Raul could more easily trail his nose up and over and across and underneath his twitching hard length, and resumed his own investigation of the coyote’s. Of course by now Lukas was no stranger to this somewhat different equipment, but it was the extra here that captivated him: he pursed his lips together and nudged forward against the end of Raul’s sheath, squishing that built-up gunk out so that it smeared across him, then curled his lips up and took a deep, full breath of the clinging, lingering aroma. Rich and musty over the expected sizzling musk, with a faint metallic tone ringing underneath, tied together by an acrid brightness, saltwater and vinegar… and each breath rippled down through his body and shivered within his loins, drawing out another thrust, another throb, another grind against the coyote’s muzzle.

He really likes it, Lukas thought, once more looking up the other male’s body. Raul’s paws had returned to the otter’s hips to hold him in place, the coyote having tilted his muzzle so he could hold it in line with his cock, and now just breathed. Broad nostrils flared out with each inhalation, leading into a few seconds of holding, and then his lips parted to sigh back out – and then again, and again, each breath shivering with a moan gradually increasing in intensity. God. I can’t believe it. He really, really likes it… and, God – with another gasp and throb and thrust – I love that he loves it.

I never thought that just… getting my dick sniffed would… work me up so much…

A little bit dizzy with arousal, Lukas turned his head and this time fully ran his nose and lips up across the lip of Raul’s sheath. Sticky, greasy chunks smeared off across his fur, matting the surface and then tingling his skin where it soaked through; he took another breath, delighted in the curl to his nose and sting in the back of his throat, then finally slid his tongue out between his lips, circled it around Raul’s emerging tip, swirled in…

...tasted as well as smelled that same built-up gunk, scent congealing into taste and now spreading across the entire inside of his mouth as well. It was there when he swallowed, there when he sighed, there when he licked his lips – and Raul’s sheath again; he wrapped his paw around the soft pouch of flesh and fur and bunch it up towards his lips, squeezing it like a tube of toothpaste, squelching more of that yellowish grime out to smear across his lips and catch on his tongue. Raul had begun to slowly rock his hips as well, the fabric of his jeans rustling along the bed; it almost seems like it’d be a shame, Lukas thought, to take him under my tail with him like this… I wanna enjoy his stink, wanna…

One ear perked. He swallowed, then had to do so two more times to work through the slimy stickiness coating his throat; when he finally peeled his lips free from the coyote’s sheath, discolored strands of yellowed drool hung between the two, which then draped across his chin once he broke them with his tongue.

“Um…” Another twitch and throb as Raul did exactly as he had said, nose pushing up against Lukas’s bared head and paw swiping, to roll his overhang as far up across him as he could. Slick, sloppy wrinkles of skin bunched together, folded up – and then finally nudged over, sucking in against his nostrils when he inhaled… and then briefly ballooned outwards when he released that breath, also through his nose. “-Ah-”

Raul turned his head, still keeping his nose nestled beneath those stinking skin folds. “Mm?”

“Could you – would you mind, um – laying back? For a moment?”

After another few seconds Raul finally drew himself away from Lukas’s cock. The otter felt the way his foreskin remained bunched up for a moment, inner folds of skin holding stickily together what with the coating of gunk worked in between. “Mm? You wanna – take me for a ride?”

“Well, I was…” Lukas squirmed began the awkward process of shimmying out of his pants. He kicked one leg up and out, fell back down to the bed, rolled over onto his rump to try from that angle, caught a whiff of his own scent, then finally managed to get himself free. Then he moved to straddle the other male’s body, facing downwards toward his footpaws; he scooted forward, bringing hips close to hips, and then with one thumb angled his arousal down towards the canid’s already full sheath. “Thinking that… maybe I could…”

“Oh. Oh.” Gently trembling paws settled along his hips from behind. “Yeah. Okay. Definitely.”

“So this is-” His fingers were a little bit slick and slimy with smeared gunk. Lukas wiped some of that sludge off on his own fur – I hope that smells later – and then moved again, digging a thumb in beneath the lip of the coyote’s sheath, tugging it open. It took a bit of a forceful pull and then a deliberate squeeze in holding it back, to allow the slick slimy supple inner flesh to peel away from itself and the load it carried. “Okay, then?”

Underneath him Raul shifted, lifting his hips a little bit. “Abso-fuckin’-lutely. Been too long since I’ve had… someone plunge the shit outta my sheath…”

Even just hearing the words set Lukas’s heart fluttering again. Heart in his throat, breath stuck in his chest, he leaned forward, braced his footpaws against both the bed and Raul’s sides, then angled his hips to come to the right line of entry. One paw held the coyote’s sheath while the other kept his own hard cock pressed down, rim of his foreskin rolled halfway back across his head; small chunks and bits of his own buildup remained caught in between the folded wrinkles, and it was all he could do not to wipe those off on his fingerpads and smear them over his own lips.

I wonder… if… He nudged forward, smeared his head across the lip of Raul’s sheath, drew back, tried again. This will make… his dick smell more like mine, or… mine like his…

“Getting it in,” Raul offered, “will be the hardest part… we have this, kind of… not exactly tighter ring at the end, but it’s a little bit… y’know…” He squirmed, reached down, and pinched the sides of his sheath open with both paws, a brief wet squelch popping out as he did so.

Lukas licked his lips. “We have that, too.” He pressed forward again, tugged the underside of that sheath up so that it formed an open mouth what with Raul’s stretch, then nudged right up into the damp, dank, swampy space inside. “It’s why we – often get that… anteater snout look, on the overhang…”

“I did notice that.” Again Raul lifted up – and the shiver bounced and reverberated up from the root of Lukas’s spine, that same slick, sticky dampness suddenly squishing up across his head and sleeving over the rim of his foreskin, burying him snug within supple slimy skin and the greasy, chunky sludge lurking inside. His breath shuddered out between parted lips. “Not that – hah… - not that I’m complaining about you already being hard by the time I got your pants open, but I… was really wanting to see how deep inside your hood I could… fit my tongue and my fingers. You’ve got a – hell of an overhang…”

He pressed in gradually deeper, able to feel the way the inner folds of Raul’s sheath peeled away from the wet meat of his cock inside, and the built-up gunk squishing and mashing around him to make way for his entry. Lukas swallowed, mouth open, and shifted the grip of his paw from sheath lip to around its mass, forefinger and thumb close to his body so he could squeeze the end and hold it in place. Sweet, warm pressure squelched all around him, nestling him in subtle yet still intense pleasure; his head rolled back on his shoulders and he arched his back, using the movement to buck forward slowly further…

...and behind him Raul was still speaking, though the coyote’s words dripped like honey. “...stick a straw in it and suck it out… really wanna… stretch you out, get you fitted around my entire snout…”

As Lukas thrust deeper into the coyote’s sheath he tightened his grip, the contours of his own cock lifting out through the thick skin from inside. He pressed forward, felt his foreskin roll back within the sticky grip of the sheath’s insides, held there, then drew back again… and felt that supple skin slide, catch, slip, and then finally roll forward again. Each thrust in squirted out another bubbling squelch of built-up canid grease, the stinking, humid heat gathering at the base of his shaft, bunching his pubic fur together; he shifted his posture so that his knees gripped Raul’s hips and now pushed down as well as forward, sliding in to the base, nudging there at the very root of the coyote’s succulent sheath, and then drew back again.

“Mmf.” He felt Raul lift up a little bit behind him. “Wasn’t actually expecting you to – fit all the way in…”

Lukas licked his lips again, where he caught a quick, bright taste of musky richness. “Neither did I.”

“How’s it feel?” The coyote moaned softly. “Ooh. Do that again. Every time you throb, it – presses on my knot…”

“It… feels…” Lukas bit his lip. “Different than I expected. Not quite like – another foreskin, wrapped around mine…”

“Yeah?” Raul lifted up again. “You can go faster, y’know. You won’t – break it…”

“Y-yeah.” He arched his back and picked up the pace, drawing out far enough to feel his foreskin roll forward, then plunged right back in. Every time he closed his eyes he imagined he could feel those wet, greasy chunks of canid gunk slipping and squishing behind his head, to remain there until he would dig them out in the shower later… “Yeah, it’s… softer. A lot wetter-”

“-told you-”

“-a-and, like… silkier? I guess? Or… velvety, almost…”

“Ooh. Very good words…”

He expected more, but from there Raul trailed off and just let his words dissolve into low, shuddering breaths, and soft moans, and the occasional little grunt or gasp. Every time Lukas thrust into his sheath, the coyote reciprocated by lifting up and sleeving him further inside – and throbbing against him as well, both of their shafts sliding across one another within the hood of slick, sleek, sloppy skin, their shared sliminess mixing together and smearing across.

When Lukas squeezed his paw just right he found that he could choose just where to set the boundary for his own foreskin inside, where pushing forward rolled it back across his head, and then tugging out caused it to slide forward and bunch up. Again and again he worked at that spot, pressing his paw down into against Raul underneath him, feeling the wet, meaty squish of the coyote’s chunky buildup squelching out around him, wanting more of it. He arched his back and brought his head down, nostrils flaring to draw in the scent and stink and unwashed canid; one deep breath, a tingle in his throat, and he sighed out, then did so again, and once more could pick up his own scent tainting the other male’s as well.

Before long he let his paw fall fully away from Raul’s sheath around him, and discovered that still there was enough resistance within the greasy mess for him to continue to roll forward and back, forward and back. The coyote’s cock twitched steadily against his own, increasing the pressure on stretchy skin from inside; Lukas closed his eyes and sniffed again, greedily, hungrily, until his lungs filled with their scent so powerfully that he felt it might never fade away. He shivered, groaned, drew back so far that he felt the cool touch of the bedroom air across his slickened shaft, then sank right back in to the base again.

“I’m…” When he licked his lips again he could taste him. “I’m gonna-”

“Inside.”

“-Inside?”

Surprisingly gentle paws caressed his hips from behind, sharp claws drawing lines in his fur. Lukas throbbed again. “Inside,” Raul rumbled, lifting up once again. “That’s where it belongs, isn’t it? And once you’re done here…”

Sweet, intense fire building up from inside, coaxed along further with each whiff of sharp, acrid, pungent musk. Despite being so familiar with his own scent, clinging to his thumb and fingers whenever he rolled back to piss or to paw off, by now Lukas found that he almost could not discern himself among the warm mix that had become blended with Raul’s. He gritted his teeth, arched his back tighter, and bore down, every muscle in his body tightening, squeezing, trembling…

“...my dick better smell like yours for days… and you know I’m… not gonna clean it ‘til the next time you’re over, and-”

And that was all he needed to hear. The thought of that, the idea, the knowledge that Raul meant what he said, provided the spark to push that flame to its bursting point. Lukas’s steady trembling built into a full-on shudder, the energy bouncing in against itself, swelling up – and then his back straightened out, and his shoulders hitched, and with one paw frantically scrambling down to seize the coyote’s supple, silky sheath in place around him, his hips bucked, and then did so again, and again, and again. With each pulse he felt his foreskin tighten behind his head, spurt after spurt shooting out, catching within sleek soft skin, then squishing and swelling right back around him; he worked his hips as he came, slimy wet heat sleeving all around him, Raul’s sheath ballooning with the extra volume, until finally a bit of that heat trickled out from the stretched lip.

“...there you go,” he vaguely heard Raul murmur. “That’s right, fill it up… every last drop…”

Panting, exhausted, Lukas remained where he was for a moment longer, and let his paw drop away. To his surprise the other male’s sheath remained stuck around him, sticky rim of the lip squeezing in along his cock – but then the slightest movement broke that seal and pale, slimy white poured out around him, carrying with it suspended chunks of that yellowish grime. As he drew back, slowly softening, he felt his skin slide forward once again; the first thing he wanted to do was roll back and inspect himself, to make sure that he would be bringing home some of Raul’s mess and scent. The otter sat back and bent over himself, fingers poking and teasing, trying to grab the wrinkled overhang of his foreskin, failing to do so again and again with the thick coating of slick sliminess. Finally he managed, though, scent and stink magnifying back over themselves as soon as he did so.

“I… think…” The stench almost made him dizzy, and kept that flame of arousal simmering inside of him. Had I not just finished, he thought, then this might’ve made me do it… God. I wonder if I could cum handsfree just by huffing him… “That… all of that cleaned me up…”

“Yeah, right.” Those paws drifted further down his hips. “Cleaned yours off, but you’ll be far from ‘clean’. Let me see?”

Still a little bit wobbly, Lukas once again approached the awkward task of turning himself atop the coyote’s body. He swung one leg up, brought it around, then on reflex slid further back down his body, where Raul had already begun to stroke himself. Lukas kept an ear perked back, listening for the sound of thick, supple sheath skin squishing and squelching around his own load dumped inside; curious, he turned his head to look-

-and then felt Raul’s other paw seize his hip and yank him forward, the coyote’s nose once more coming into place against the bared meat of his revealed head. A deep, sudden sniff drew cool air across him, shocking in its intensity; a deep moan rumbled within Raul’s throat, and then he huffed again, and yet again. His arm and lower body rocked with the rhythm of his stroking, and already Lukas could hear the sloppy sound of fingerpads across slick wet canid meat. Surprised, a little embarrassed, still very aroused, the otter lifted forward to make things easier, and reached out to brace his paws on the wall behind the bed. He rocked his hips against Raul’s muzzle, smeared every side of his slowly softening cock across the coyote’s muzzle, dampened and darkened and matted his fur with their mixed scent and slime; Raul swallowed, panted, and then huffed again and again, his exhalations quick and sudden, his inhalations slow and deep and deliberate.

Up across the tip of his head still dripping with his load; then around the back towards the rim, where he tugged his foreskin back further and then squished it forward to clamp against his nostrils; then over towards the underside, brushing against the taut, sensitive line of his frenulum, then down underneath towards the base, and up again, and then bunching all of his skin forward once more – and then his muzzle scrunched up, and his eyes wrenched shut, and his entire body shook, and then a gasp, a grunt, another one… and Lukas jumped with the quick, sudden spurts of Raul’s finish arcing against his back, spraying out, soaking the back of the shirt he still wore.

Still shuddering a little bit, Raul kept Lukas’s foreskin bunched up into a wrinkly, overlapping mess against the end of his nose, breathing in and sighing back out across it… and then finally fell back to the bed, the tension dripping out of his body. “That’s… the best…” he moaned, and swallowed. “It’s really good once it gets… a few minutes to kinda… dry and start to get crusty, and…”

Lukas reached down to give himself a few rolls back and forth. “Oh. Wow. Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever stank this bad…”

“Stank this… good, more like.” Raul tapped at his thigh. “Okay. I’m all… now’s your chance.”

“Hm?”

Vaguely he motioned down, other paw still holding himself. “Go dig for gold, baby. Get yourself all… nice and coated for next time…”

Lukas perked an ear, tilted his head, then craned around to look – and immediately felt his heart skip another beat. Where much of the upper portion of Raul’s fully hard cock had been wiped clean of its mess save for the drizzles of milky white and a few stray chunks, right at the halfway girth of his swollen knot and behind remained thoroughly caked in rich, chunky yellowish-white. It smeared off as he ran his thumbpad over it, the gunk curling up across his fur, and still left the red meat underneath coated with its glistening wetness.

And he could smell it from here, that same stink from before but sharper, stronger, even more on the acrid, acid vinegar touch. Lukas could not take his eyes away. “Can I-”

“As much as you want.” Raul gave himself a slow shake, the heft of his shaft swinging forward and back, wafting his scent up towards the otter’s tingling nose. “Remember, this is from a little over one week. It’ll be… even faster with your load and mess in there. Like I said, now that we’ve crossed this bridge, I’m… not gonna be cleaning for you anymore.”

Slowly Lukas managed to turn himself around. Already he had started to stiffen up again. “Ever?”

“Ever. It’ll be your job to clean my sheath for me.”

Oh my God. I think I’m in love.