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Max scowled mildly into the simple rocks glass on the bar in front of him. Pickings were slim tonight.

The bartender knew him well enough that another glass with the same sweet but strong simple concoction appeared without even a prompt. Another Jack and Coke, as always for the big pitbull, this one a fair bit stronger than what would usually be given to any other patron. Being a bar fixture had its benefits for sure.

Unfortunately, it also had its downsides. Namely, the other fixtures. Since The Leather Boot was somewhat of an unofficial gay hangout in the less hipster part of town, Max had seen most of the regulars, "seen" a LOT of some of them, and turned down more than a few. Tonight it was only him, the bartender, a bunch of guys he'd made it clear he wasn't interested in, and an even bigger bunch who clearly weren't interested in him.

While he wasn't exactly looking to hook up every time he parked his firm, meaty ass on his favorite stool on the side of this bar, some conversation or a fresh face now and then sure wouldn't hurt, and a little bit of devious flirting went a long way with Max. But on a fairly slow Wednesday night like this, it was the same-old-same-old few of the more rough blue-collar side of the gay "community".

Max huffed and whipped his thin tail behind him a few times, taking a savoring swig of his drink he figured would be his last before heading home for a long, well-deserved sleep and day off.

"Hullo sir, what can I get ya?"

"I heard this place had Arctic Panzer Wolf on tap!"

"Sure do. Wanna go for it?"

"You bet. Start me a tab on here."

"Awesome. Comin' right up!"

Max blinked and looked up at the newcomer who had walked up confidently and placed his order at the bar just a few seats down from the older pitbull. It turned out that he was one step behind, though...Max was already being eyed up himself.

A saucy smirk accompanied the sly raising of eyebrows on the newcomer's face while he waited for his own beverage. And that grin was adorned further by two ivory-white, slightly curved, thankfully blunt fangs protruding from under the top lip to just past the chin. Surely there was a reason Max found that tusky expression oddly familiar...and that collar with the tag he wore too...

"Well well then, it wouldn't happen to be Max, of the pitbull paws, would it?"

Max blinked again, several times this time, and almost shook his head. "Jon? Sanders?!"

"In the flesh and fangs! I should have known this is where you'd hang out, big dog." Taking his full glass of near-orange-colored beer from the chubby zebra bartender, Jon enthused, "Oooh, thanks!" and pushed two dollar bills across the bar.

"Well I can usually be found here, yeah. Surprised one such as yourself hasn't been here before."

The unusual otter, still leaning casually against the bar, took a healthy quaff of his beer, then sighed with pleasure and belched. "Me too. I heard through a couple former bartending buddies that this was the only place in town that sold The Wolf in pints. Had to get me some of that action." The otter's stone-grey eyes met Max's yellow ones for a second, then traveled quickly down the canine's thick torso. "And of course, I wouldn't mind some of THAT action as well."

Max smiled easily and his tail whipped again. "I'm just glad to meet you in person, having seen so much of you elsewhere. I think I've seen just about all of you by now, actually..."

"Heh, likewise. And it's no secret I like being shown off. Just glad you've enjoyed." Jon offered a hand to the dog, and a firm handshake followed. Soon, the pitbull was no longer alone in the seats on the end of the bar.

The pair were like old friends in no time, laughing and squabbling about their favorite artists and writers, ribbing each other about certain story or art appearances of themselves, and each taking a trip or two to the electronic jukebox to put on a song to test the other's knowledge. Jon rolled his eyes at Pink Floyd, but it made for a good sing-along, and Max suffered the otter's eclectic choices of Skynyrd and Strapping as drinking music.

As each of them finished their current drinks, Max teased, "So, you gonna stick with beer or get something stronger?"

"Hey, I may be out of college for a while, but back then nobody could outdrink me. I can handle anything you can, old man."

"You young whippersnappers love to talk out yer asses!" Max's exaggerated slur matched Jon's oddly drawling speech pattern, especially now that both had been relaxed by a drink.

The otter narrowed his eyes and put his fanged leer back on. "I can prove anything you want, dog. And you should know my ass does plenty of talking for me, as often as I show it off online."

"I was beginning to think all you are is an asshole, considering the front you put up to your fans. Or would that be...the back..."

Jon growled with pleasure, deep in his chest, and leaned in to heatedly snarl into the canine's tan, triangular ear. "I'll make you a bet, daddy dog. If I can match you shot for shot, then your sweet meaty asshole between those big bad rump cheeks is mine to do whatever I want with. And if I have to tap out, you can take pictures of my own asshole and plaster them all over SoFurry to gloat. You up to it?"

Not one instant of hesitation later, Max fired at the zebra behind the bar, "Five shots of Jack for each of us, Roger. My tab."

Soon both males had a row of five shot glasses in front of them. They stared each other down with feral looks of determination and tails twitching alertly.

"You ready to pussy out, otter boy?"

"I only EAT pussy. And that sure won't be tonight...DAD."

Max growled and raised his first shot. "Down the hatch, kid. Guzzle it like I know you wanna guzzle my hot piss."

Jon raised his own first glass with a playful snarl of his own. "Don't make me ask for some as a chaser. Cheers."

Glasses clinked first together, and then knocked on the glazed wood of the bar. Smooth, buttery, burning amber liquor coursed down throats in skilled, practiced gulps. Satisfied exhalations of air escaped both muzzles, with not a cough or a wince to be seen.

"Told ya," Jon projected his signature smirk and picked up his second shot. "No sweat."

"But some things are better when they're sweaty," Max deadpanned, knocking the bottom of another shot glass on the bartop and pouring its contents into his maw.

Jon didn't reply except for the now-constant excited rumble in his chest. His pleased purr expressed his delight in having found such a worthy adversary in drinking as well as in a dirty turn of phrase. The second shot went down as easily as the first, though now the slow burn of booze was more prevalent in the after-swallow glow.

The third shared shot was all business, both men only glaring at each other before tipping their heads back to quickly throw down the liquid in their glasses. Jon's collar-tag jingled at the motion, before he slammed his fist down on the bar, holding the glass tightly.

Number four was grim for both of them. Even Max had to lick his chops before shooting the whiskey this time, the slightly metallic flavor building up on the back of his tongue. Jon gave a grunt as he set down the penultimate glass and Max had to grin. "You had enough? There's still time to cry uncle. Or...daddy, in this case."

The otter didn't say a word, just grabbed his last shot defiantly and locked his eyes on the bigger pitbull's and rapped the base of the glass on the bar. This time, he took the shot with his muzzle off to one side so he didn't even have to break eye contact while swallowing.

And to his credit, Jon didn't even blink. Sure, his eyes may have been a little watery, but he exhaled coolly and only betrayed any discomfort with another swallow and a shake of his ruff.

Max chuckled, impressed at the younger male's stamina, if not terribly surprised. He slowly raised his own last shot and tilted it slightly toward Jon with respect. "Cheers to that, m'boy." The final gulp of whiskey was no problem to the big dog, who savored the taste of his favorite stuff even now. "Looks like you'll soon have a certain infamous...fixation to live up to, otter."

Jon belched again, followed by one slightly queasy hiccup. "I can assure you it's not all internet-talk. And I look forward to claiming my...spoils."

"You gonna be okay there? I'll hold off on the shoving things down your throat for a while..."

When the zebra came to clear the ten empty shot glasses, Jon asked for a water to wash down the bourbon, and Max signaled to make it two. The otter grumbled while taking a healthy hydrating gulp. "'S okay. I hate suckin' dick anyway."

* * *

One loud and laughter-filled Uber ride later, the odd pairing of males tumbled out of their beneficiary's SUV and onto the sidewalk in front of Max's place. Jon was interested to see that the older man lived much like himself, in a mid-scale apartment complex, though in a less "hip" part of town. That was just fine with him; Jon himself preferred to stay blue-collar.

"So yer a trucker, eh?" The otter drawled, his speech considerably relaxed now that he was feeling the effects of the little competition at the bar.

"Ayup. On my first day off out of three. Rarely get such a break, so I'm glad to make the most of it." The early-summer, late-evening air was a little damp and cool, but that was fine for the two tipsy men, swaying amiably up the sidewalk and to Max's block of the complex.

"I had a gig as a trucker-helper myself fer a bit there...didn't end up workin' out but I got a sexy pic out of it, I'm sure you remember..."

Max fumbled with his keys, chuckling to himself breathily while unlocking the outer door to his building. "That was a good one, yup. Got a favorite of mine?"

"The ones where yer showin' off yer asshole. Duh." Jon licked one of his fangs as he followed the massive pit bull up a flight or two of stairs. Of course, that meant he was looking right at the dog's big butt cheeks packed tightly into faded blue jeans as they ascended. "And I sure can't wait to get at that sweet butthole in person..."

That comment got a disgusted look from a middle-aged woman who was standing outside her own apartment door as they crested the top of the flight of stairs. At first Jon went wide-eyed when he saw her and realized she'd overheard...but then his eyes narrowed and his fangs jutted out at her in his usual insouciant way. She harrumphed and quickly retreated into her apartment. Even Max, not as socially brazen as his new otter companion, had to have a little giggle, helped along by the plenty of liquor still sloshing around in his big muscled gut. Welp, that was one neighbor that now knew Max didn't mind his doggy butt getting dug around in...

Max's own apartment door was farther down the same hallway. Jon happily stumbled in after the pitbull and blinked as the light was turned on. Not too big or small, cozy, just untidy enough...it seemed just as unpretentious and comforting as the big dog himself.

As he shucked his shoes and socks off as per custom and stretched out his webby toes, the otter noticed that Max had tossed his keys onto the counter near the refrigerator, and was now just regarding Jon with an expectant grin, hulking hands on his wide hips and with a happy tipsy sway of his small tail.

Jon gulped, his throat still coated with the taste of bourbon, but also because only now was he truly appreciating how big Max was. Built like the refrigerator he was standing a few feet from, the older male had biceps as thick as Jon's neck, and a torso the otter wasn't sure he could even wrap his arms around, should he try. His eyes inevitably slid down to the front of the canine's pants, wondering just what he was about to see revealed behind that well-scuffed denim...and his mouth gratefully watered even more at the thought of what might be in the rear.

"Well then...it's your house, big dog. Get a little comfy." Jon regained his confidence and the heat in his voice, helped along by one strong beer and five stiff shots of whiskey of course. He stepped up to Max and pinched the hem of the pit's casual button-up shirt. "Let's get rid of this. Time to get you naked."

Even if he tended to be reserved in social situations, Max was not at all shy about his body. All the lifting he had to do on his truck routes had made him solid and muscled, and he quite reveled in the attention he got for being such a thick daddy-type. Which, of course, was just what Jon wanted.

Max quickly undid the buttons on his shirt, smiling as the otter he'd picked up stared hungrily at every new inch of exposed tan fur. He chuffed and gave the shirt a quick cursory fold, then tossed it onto the counter by his keys. Before he could even think to rumble a question about whether the toothy otter liked what he saw, the dog felt nimble otter hands running over his naked torso. Jon's purr was back, and his breathing was steady but thick as he explored Max's padding of muscle and fur, squeezing the solid gut and venturing up to give just the smallest circular rub with his thumbpads on the big dog's wide pink nipples.

Max closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasant feelings of his body being appreciated by touch, enhanced by the perfect amount of buzz in his head from the drinks he'd had. He only snapped out of his blissful reverie when Jon snapped open the button on the canine's jeans. Max looked down in amusement at the grinning otter, who stood up on his webbed tiptoes to growl in the dog's ear, "Take those jeans and boots off and go sit on yer couch, boy. You remember the deal, don't you?"

The pitbull playfully snapped his jaws at the otter and grabbed one of Jon's abnormally large rounded ears in his teeth for just a second. "You got it, daddy-o."

After a quick trip to the bathroom to double-check for cleanliness, soon Max was seated comfortably on his small couch in the living room adjacent to the entryway and kitchen, now wearing only snugly-fitting red boxer briefs with the hefty bulge of pitbull privates filling out the front. A certain eager otter was kneeling in front of him, nose and whiskers wiggling excitedly. Jon's fingers fiddled with the bottoms of the underwear, tugging them and rubbing the thigh-fur just underneath. "Nnnnnnn..." purred the otter, deeply and contently, having finally gotten the big dog just where he wanted him.

Otter snout found its way between Max's meaty thighs, and the rough nose and smooth sides of overgrown saberteeth nestled against the plump mounds of canine scrotum and sheath. If Max could purr, he surely would have been as warm air from Jon's nose huffed over his private area through the thin cloth. As it was though, the pleasant small vibration from Jon's purring made his sheath tingle and start to thicken up.

"Well then...let's see what wants aired out under here..." Jon grabbed the sides of the waistband of the boxer briefs and tugged down, scooting them out from under the dog's ass deftly. Now sitting there completely nude and on display, Max shifted his position and opened his legs to let his testicles sag down between his thighs, the furry egg shapes nearly resting on the couch from their own weight.

The kneeling otter immediately lapped his tongue out and gave the opening of the dog's fat sheath a friendly lick. The copious amount of whiskey still settling into his system made Jon settle into his work with no hesitation or awkwardness. The otter hybrid rubbed his fangs happily against the insides of Max's thighs in his own special gesture of appreciation, nose wiggling and sniffing all the time.

"Heh, I still never get used to sheaths. Looks awesome, though..." Jon reached up a hand and pinched the older dog's pouch of skin between his thumb and finger.

Max grunted and shifted his ass a little bit, spreading his legs even further at the attention to his sheath. "Why don't ya get familiar with it then? Play around with it a little bit...maybe even in it..."

Jon lifted his top lip in a fangy grin, not even needing to reply with his agreement. He continued massaging the fleshy pouch with his fingers, moving on fingertip to the opening near the top. "Don't go getting hard on me yet, I wanna mess with this for a while."

The seated canine huffed. "I'll try. But you should know...that kind of playing really gets me goin'..."

Jon added a sexy growl to his purr for a few seconds, while swirling his fingertip around the hole in the sheath. Finally he held the pouch out with his thumb and middle finger, and started working his index finger into the hole.

"Ughhh...you're gettin' in there now boy... How's it feel?"

Jon thought for a minute, working his finger down more into the rapidly swelling sheath. "Warm...little damp...can feel something growing in here..." His finger reached down enough to touch the engorging tip of the dog's penis. "Found ya!"

Max flexed his groin muscles to make his dick move inside of the sheath. "Doggy got a bone!"

The otter on the floor rolled his eyes but laughed mildly. "Wow, that was otterly original." Curious about something, he leaned down to run the length of one of his fangs along Max's sheath, all the way from the base of the tusk near the lip to the blunt end of it, leaving that tip to tease on the sheath's opening. The otter muttered heatedly, "Do you mind, big daddy? I just got a thing for getting my tusks into...trouble."

"Just be careful. And don't go too far. I ain't into sounding."

Jon was suddenly extremely turned on, thinking about the unusual act he was about to perform, a rare occasion he got to indulge this unique kink of his most prized features. The otter's breathing hitched hotly as he gathered up a handful of Max's heavy testicles, using the grip to keep the canine's privates in place. Soon the smooth, slightly wettened tooth began to slip into the dog's sheath, Jon being extremely careful to go slowly.

Max huffed and tried to stay as still as possible, looking down at his own lap in fascination at the strange act proceeding. Even though only a couple inches of Jon's fang could be inserted, it already felt surprisingly thick to the dog, usually used to only having his own cock or a finger or two opening up his sheath. He gasped quietly when he felt the blunt end of the ottertusk rub against the head of his still-half-hard cock. At least all that whiskey was delaying the full erection long enough to allow some prolonged sheath-play...

Jon's purr was almost frantic now, and he gave the fat nuts in his hand a squeeze and tug, expertly rubbing his fang in a circle around the inside of his playmate's sheath to massage the slick head of his penis. "Oh shit...ohhhh fuck..." Max breathed, his eyes rolling back a little bit at the extreme tingling pleasure the otter was giving him.

After a minute or two of experimenting and varying the pace and placement of his fang-movement, Jon slipped the long tooth out, looking up at the big dog lustfully and blatantly licking the end of the fang that just spent some time in a naughty place. Thoroughly impressed and turned on, Max reached out to pet and rub the otter's head, scritching fingers through that scruffy sheaf of mohawked hair on Jon's head. "You're a good otter, Jon."

The younger male's rudder went into a spasm behind him, hearing his favorite phrase from the sexy daddy dog. He leaned back down and buried his nose at the base of Max's swollen sheath, giving a good shake to his head to snuffle his snout against the scrotum. Looking back up with mischievous eyes, the otter drawled, "Well yer sheath is awfully fun, but we both know what I really can't wait to get in."

It was Max's turn to roll his eyes and chuckle. He didn't even need to be asked to scoot his butt further down on the couch, until it was almost off the edge, and lay onto his back, his little tail whipping against the front of the sofa a couple of times. "Go ahead, otter. You earned it. Get in my asshole."

Jon's mouth suddenly filled with water at the mere mention of his favorite place on a man's body. He'd daydreamed many times while browsing SoFurry and seeing a new piece uploaded by "pittbull paw"...how much he'd enjoy spreading those manly big ass cheeks and getting to look at the delicious handsome anal orifice between them... And now, by great luck, here he was, about to do so for real...

The otter's tan-furred hands slipped up under Max's thighs, gently but firmly lifting and spreading them to anally expose the older male. The sight was well worth the wait; the beautiful dark-pink flesh nestled snugly between the canine's buttocks, and even gave an inviting clench upon being exposed to the air. An involuntary moan escaped Jon's throat, and his nose and whiskers quivered with excitement to dive in. One of his hands ran down Max's inner thigh, taking a second to gather up the pitbull's testicles and watch them loll, then slipping tantalizingly into the opened ass crack. The kneeling otter let out a heated breath when two of his fingerpads finally pressed against Max's asshole.

"Looks even better than I'd hoped...so fucking HOT..." Jon was almost drooling off of his fangs at the warm feeling of Max's butthole on his fingers. He swirled in slow, firm circles around that fleshy rim, testing its pliableness. It was just the kind of asshole Jon liked the most: with a nice pucker to it but not too pinprick-tight. He'd always found the impossibly tight ones not to his liking; one could say they were hard for him to "get into".

Max rumbled and flapped his tail at the compliment and the pleasing sensations coming from the anal massage he was getting. "I'm glad ya like it, Jonny-boy. You seem to be the expert around those...parts."

The otter now pressed on the rear opening with his thumbpad, rubbing it almost thoughtfully with a gleam in his gray eyes. "I give you full marks. Your asshole looks...awesome!"

Max chuckled a little bit at the smaller otter's anal appreciation, even wiggling his lower half playfully to let his playmate know he was enjoying the attention. The motion made something else wiggle, too, which did not go unnoticed by Jon.

"Well now...seems big daddy likes being naked for me...and having his asshole rubbed...look how hard you are..." Indeed, the dog's penis had fully emerged and engorged by now, the slick pink length of it lying on his bit of a toned gut. The sight of it sitting there, already drooling a light puddle of precum, gave Jon a smug thrill. A welcome sight, to be sure, but the otter had kind of a cruel kink for ignoring a dick in favor of a nice butthole. And the butthole he was currently inspecting was needing a closer look...

Jon scooted his legs out further to lower his head between Max's lifted thighs, and he used both thumbs to hold the dog's cheeks apart. The sabertooth's big bearish nose burrowed into Max's plump furry ballsack to get a good whiff of the slightly spicy musk there. Max felt the cool, smooth sides of saber-tusks slide along his inner thighs, and shivered a little. Good thing their owner kept those things blunted...

The half-seated pitbull barely had a second for such musings, however, since very soon he felt warm otter-breaths on his anal region, quickly followed by even warmer lips. "Ughh..." Max couldn't even think of a cheeky teasing comment this time, his mind blotted out by the tingly forbidden pleasure of another male kissing and sucking on his asshole. "Ohhh damn...Jon..."

The otter being addressed needed no encouragement to keep licking and smooching up to the dog's butthole, occasionally letting out a grunt or a groan himself as he savored the distinctive taste that could only come from a nice clean anus. His dry nose rubbed against Max's taint, up under the canine's rapidly tightening scrotum, and he even closed his eyes in bliss, feeling right at home with his muzzle pressed up against an older man's butthole. His hands kept massaging the dog's buttocks, squishing them around his snout and then spreading them wide to flatten out the asshole he was enjoying so much.

Even the anally obsessed otter had to come up for breath sometimes, though, and it was with a gasp and a raging boner of his own still tucked away in his pants that he did so after a couple minutes of intense rimming. He looked up at Max a little sheepishly and couldn't resist a lick of his lips. "Heh..." was all he said, leaning down for a few more quick smooches to the bigger man's asshole before giving his own index finger a sloppy suck.

Eyes fixated on the tender spot nestled between Max's cheeks, Jon rubbed his slickened finger up the dog's ass crack and experimentally pushed on the exposed target. The nicely wide-set asshole had a nice amount of give to it, and since it was already plenty spit-shined and relaxed, it was no trouble to slip the first joint of his finger in there, and then out. The otter repeated the insertion and withdrawal several times, each drawing a moan from Max, and even a few from Jon himself. The otter was getting very heated and uncomfortable, having to adjust his burgeoning erection in his pants several times, though he wasn't ready just yet to end his favorite game of getting someone else completely naked while he himself remained clothed.

Plenty of anal-fingering experience made Jon expertly aware of Max's reactions, when to push and give more, and when to wait for a second so his partner could adjust. Constant pulling out, for just a look at the slackened ring or a nice soothing rub on it, helped open up the canine's rear so that it was only a couple minutes until Jon's whole first finger could be comfortably lodged in the warm passage.

Jon's purr was at maximum volume. He was rarely happier than when he was a finger or two deep in a hot big guy's butthole. He could do this for hours, and if he wasn't sure they'd both pass out happily from booze before long, he'd entertain just such a length of playtime. For now, he sped up and deepened his insertions and withdrawals, building up to steadily fucking this pitbull's asshole with his finger, and adding a second one with little trouble. The opening was getting very pliable by now, and when the otter leaned down to have a few more licks and sucks on it, he found it quite easy to harden his tongue and push it in. Plus, it just looked wonderful when he massaged and stretched the cheeks with his hands now, the loosened anus getting squished and pulled tantalizingly.

"Got you pretty loose back here, big guy..." Jon admired his handiwork and hooked half of his thumb up Max's asshole, wiggling it widely to each side to swirl the hole open even more.

"God...so good...you think you can show me, uh...how an otter fucks?"

Jon's eyes went wide at that. Not a request he was terribly used to getting, but... "Well, playing with your asshole has got me hard as hell, so... You got a condom?"

Max blinked, still breathing heavily, but now amused. "Well I had one in my pocket as always, but you made me get rid of my pants for some reason."

"Yeah, I wonder why I did that," Jon rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"There's one on the table by my bed. If you go grab it, I'll be ready when you come back."

The otter raised an eyebrow. "Funny, I thought it should be me telling YOU to go fetch, dog."

Max groaned and flicked one of Jon's fangs admonishingly. "You're already getting to give the dog a bone. Don't push it, snaggletooth."

The still-clothed otter scampered off to retrieve the necessary protection, returning to the welcome sight of a solid mass of daddy-flavored pitbull now kneeling on the couch, bent over as far as the wall would allow and jutting his big ass outward with his little tail whipping expectantly. Max grinned back at the otter over his own shoulder and let his breathing control his rear muscles as well, making his anus pull in...and push out...slowly and steadily with his respiration. Jon, now holding a shiny foil packet, felt water rush into his mouth at the sight of the softened, loose asshole beckoning him like that.

The sabertooth's belt buckle jingled along with his collar-tag as he fumbled off his shorts and shirt. He usually felt a little self-conscious about his scrawny body, especially next to the big guys he was usually with, but the steady booze-buzz, as well as Max's obvious enjoyment of their encounter so far, gave him the confidence to make his whole body give a pleased and sexy ripple right from his head to the tip of his rudder. The motion was noticed and appreciated by the dog on the couch, who growled softly at the younger underwear-clad male.

"Come stick that otter cock up under me so I can have a feel of what's gonna go in me," Max grunted matter-of-factly. Jon's eyes widened at the flagrant filthy talk, then narrowed devilishly as he scooted up behind the dog and squatted down so his knees were resting on the edge of the couch. He massaged the canine's furred ass cheeks one more time, pulling on them to stretch the asshole in between them, and then shucked down his silky blue boxer briefs and complied with the older man's command.

Max looked down past his belly, feeling the warmth of an otter pressed up chest-to-back with him, and the dry furry snugness of Jon's penis sliding along his taint, nestling under and to the side Max's nuts until the head of it emerged on the other side. Otter hands reached around to grab handfuls of firm pitbull gut as he began slowly humping. Max reached down and under himself to grab the impressive endowment he knew he was about to take up the ass.

"Not bad, Fangs. Otter's a big boy, eh?"

"Contrary to popular furry belief, it comes in useful every now and again."

"Well then, suit it up and show me. If this drags out too much longer before I cum, my nuts are gonna start gettin sore as hell."

Jon pulled back and ripped the condom package open, removing the slippery latex. "Uh...I'm not so good at putting these on...actually I don't think I've ever done it successfully myself..."

Max sighed. "You crazy youngsters. When I was your age I could slap one on myself with one hand, blindfolded. Gimme it, and put your dick back under me." Jon complied with a little embarrassment. He soon felt a rough hand rolling the accessory down his shaft, making his rudder shudder with pleasure. After a few squeezes on the base of the otter's covered cock, Max re-assumed his fuckable position, arms resting on the back of the couch. "Now show daddy what you got."

Jon tried to hump into the big dog's ass crack, and hissed when he noticed that his penis had deflated slightly due to its unfamiliarity with being so wet and sensorily deprived. For a minute or so, he knelt back down and squeezed Max's ass cheeks some more, tantalizing himself with the sight of the wide welcoming asshole flexing and clenching.

That did the trick. Now rock-solid once again and eager to prove himself, Jon stood back up and used a grip on his own nutsack to align himself and grind his tip into the warm hole he'd prepared for himself. Max groaned at the feeling of the surprisingly thick head nudging him open, but soon relaxed and pushed back like any good bottom does to help out the first insertion.

"Ughhhhh!" the two said almost in unison as half of Jon's penis slipped up the pitbull's rumphole. Jon hiked one leg up to rest the knee on the couch, and moved a hand each to Max's shoulder and butt for the best leverage. Wincing a little bit and concentrating on his angle, he withdrew to the tip and then sunk back in almost all the way.

"Fuuuuuuuck, otter, that's a hell of a dick you got on ya..."

"Well maybe after I tell everyone on SoFurry about our little encounter...I might become more in demand as a top...you think?"

Another firm pull and push of Jon's hips made Max only groan throatily in answer. Jon experimented with how deep to go and which angles felt best, and which got the best response from the dog. One one particular grazing thrust, Max made a sound like a soft howl, and Jon leered. "Found a special spot, did I?"

"Yeah...keep that up...god, yer stretchin me out, boy..."

Face screwed up in effort at keeping the perfect balance, Jon started to rhythmically thrust, making sure to push against that same spot now each time. He was pleased to notice that each time he did, Max's hands clenched and grabbed onto the couch desperately and he woofed quietly. The big dog's feet were even vibrating and spasming involuntarily right next to Jon's thighs, Max's body unable to control itself at the overwhelming sensations, not quite regular enough to build into a pleasurable glow, but definitely not unwelcome either.

Soon the otter's thrusts turned from actually dragging his dick in and out against the slick inner walls of the pitbull's rump and snug asshole, and became shorter, rougher humps with his cock lodged deeply into the passage. The very base of Jon's shaft tugged on Max's rim with each increasingly sweaty and grunting hump. Soon Jon leaned over to hug his arms around the bulky torso in front of him, and even wrapped a hand around the slick and pulsating canine cock, giving it the first real attention it had gotten all night by massaging it between his thumb and fingers. He used his grip on the throbbing red cock to pull himself deeper into Max's ass, now growling deeply in his throat, snarling from the frustrating non-stimulation he was feeling from the frictionless environment of the condom, but nonetheless immensely enjoying his temporary domination of a bigger, older man.

With a hand now vigorously stroking him while he was getting fucked, it wasn't long until Max was right on the edge of nirvana. All the teasing and anal attention he'd gotten that night was building up and about to finally pay off.

Suddenly, Jon's hand that wasn't jerking Max's cock was around the dog's throat, and the otter's front teeth were biting into the pitbull's fleshy shoulder. Max gave a startled yip and his whole body went tense...and that finally pushed everything over the edge, his canine cock straining and spurting sticky and still-potent seed all over the back of the couch and Jon's still-pumping fist. His asshole clenched down hard on Jon's cock, enough to cease all motion back there for the duration of his orgasm.

When Max's vision stopped being spotty and his head swam out of its post-orgasmic fog, he let out a self-conscious little chuckle and wiggled his speared ass, looking back over his shoulder to eye the thin, panting form of his new otter friend. "Well then...I thought pickings were gonna be slim tonight...and now I'm glad I found something slim!"

Jon wiggled his hips and growled, making his dick pull at Max's asshole. "Hey. I may be slim overall but I don't gotta remind you that there's parts of me that are plenty thick."

Max licked his dry lips. "Did you get off?"

"Nah...I can't feel anything through this damn condom. But I was kinda hoping we wouldn't be done...might, uh...be kinda hot to leave it on me while you maybe play with MY asshole for a bit..."

That made Max smirk. This otter seemed to never be out of odd, kinky ideas. Looks like I'm gonna have something fangy staying the night...