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The beach was comparatively empty for for a Sunday morning. A few touristy families were up and playing near the shore, building castles and having a good time. A couple people were surfing, others giving or taking lessons. An older couple walked along with a metal detector, and a pair of joggers left tracks through the sand.

A breeze blew in from across the ocean that kept the beach cool even as the sun shone down. A salty, sweet scent mingled with the flowers along the promenade, wafting up from the water and across the gold sand.

Despite the cool breeze, Ethan's palms were sweating from anxiety and he kept testing his his claws against the wooden rail of the promenade.

It was a beautiful, wooden walkway made from some red, tropical wood that had stood the test of time, and weather, for nearly half a century. Magnolias were carved along the walkway and recently been touched up with fresh paint in lovely pinks and reds.

A red, clay roof covered the promenade, providing shade and shelter from the near-daily rain that would come by in a few hours.

Ethan's paws squeaked as he twisted them against the polished rail. He was nervous. Excited, but nervous. The wolf had been talking with a close friend about some of his more lucrative fantasies, and after a heated talk, had decided to act upon some of them.

At first Ethan had dismissed the notions as too risky, dangerous and expressed concern about the possibility of getting caught, or arrested. But as the discussion deepened, the wolf couldn't help but get more worked up at the thought, and found himself agreeing to his friend's terms.

Not one to welch on a deal, or disappoint, the wolf found himself standing on the promenade in little more than a tight, blue speedo.

The covered walkway was a good hundred yards or so from the beach and from this distance the wolf couldn't make out many of the current beach-goers. All the same, he still felt exposed.

Ethan was a couple inches below average height, and had lighter than normal fur for a grey wolf. Very soft, cloud-colored fur with a shock of jet-black hair that didn't go past his jawline. He had amber eyes, and though not obvious, a physique that lent itself well to running.

He kept his gaze forward to the ocean, watching as waves broke against the shore and the occasional surfer wiped out in the sand. The nearest family was still a good distance off and their laughter was only just audible above the waves.

A sudden thunk on the wooden walkway alerted him to the presence of another person, but he didn't turn to look. Footsteps resounded off the promenade's canopy, growing louder and vibrating the wooden floor boards.

The cloudy wolf broke out into a nervous sweat, breath catching in his throat as the person drew near. His sheath swelled beneath the lycra speedo in anticipation; he'd been waiting for this.

The boards shook beneath his feet until the person came to a stop directly behind him. Ethan's fur stood on end and he shuddered in excitement, heart pounding in his chest. His plump sheath was pulling back as his shaft emerged into the slick material.

A deep rumble stirred in the person's chest followed by a soft whicker typical of an equine. Ethan felt a hot puff of breath against the back of his neck accompanied by a snort from the horse who was leaning in close behind him.

Ethan's eyes closed and he sucked in a breath, body visibly shivering in the cool air. The front of his speedo was obscenely tented in the front and a drop of pre ran down the outside of the fabric.

The wolf's fur and skin prickled as if someone had ran a current of electricity through him. The horse behind him exhaled again, the hot steam rolling out against the back of his neck and over his shoulders.

Ethan's mouth parted and let out a soft groan of pleasure, squeezing the railing tight, claws marring the polished surface. He didn't dare turn around, but he could picture the tall, muscled horse with chestnut colored fur.

He'd known Manuel for the better part of a year now, and the horse's towered over him, and most people, by nearly a foot. Manuel was built for strength, not speed, and when those hands gripped his sides, the wolf fought back a pleasured whine.

Another dribble of pre rolled down the wolf's speedo as his cock throbbed in the swimsuit. His breath came out in hurried gasps as if he'd been one of the joggers on the beach, and he was certain that he had more in them for now.

The horse's strong hands traced fingertips up over Ethan's sides, brushing through the fur before smoothing it down. Manuel's hot breath poured out over the wolf's ears, each of them twitching impatiently, and he took one in his teeth, giving it a gentle tug that made the wolf's body jerk in sudden delight.

Ethan's toes curled against the red wood, but other than that he stood perfectly still, chest rising and falling in a hurried pace.

There were no words, and the only sound was their breath, the soft whickers from the horse, and the gentle, restrained whimpers from the wolf.

Manuel's hands explored the wolf's sides, digging in lightly and rubbing into the soft fur. He pressed his blunt muzzle between the wolf's ears and inhaled slowly.

Ethan's legs wobbled and he redoubled his grip on the rail, eyes darting over the beach to make sure no one was nearby. They were in plain sight of everyone, but a good ten off the ground on the walkway, and hidden in the shade, backlit by the sun. It'd be hard to make out what was going on underneath the canopy.

Ethan felt those fingers slip down to the hem of his speedo, teasing just inside the edge of the fabric and running around his waist. The wolf bit his lip and and took a few quick, measured breaths through his nose, blinking away a couple beads of sweat that ran down over his eyebrow.

The speedo was a design that rode low on his hips, no need for a clasp above the tail, and when the horse's fingers came to either side of the bushy limb, they tugged downwards, exposing the wolf's furry rump. The boards creaked as the horse sunk to his knees, pressing his square muzzle up under the wolf's tail to take in the heady scent.

Ethan's jaw dropped open and a moan escaped his lips before he could fight it off. The horse's broad tongue pressed up against his taint, warm and wet, and traced up between the mounds of his cheeks before swiping up across the exposed pink flesh.

Teeth ground together as the wolf fought to keep his composure. His sheath ached from being stretched taut over his growing knot. Pre was dribbling in a constant stream across the inside, and outside, of his speedo.

Another swipe from taint to tailbase drew a soft grunt from his lips. The horse's tongue was applying pressure to his hole with each pass, dipping in harder and harder until one pass sunk the slippery appendage into his passage.

Ethan's eyes watered as he squeezed them shut, teeth grinding down on his lip in concentration. Manuel's tongue twisted and swirled around his insides, thrusting in and out in gentle motions. It pressed in all the right places, milking the canine's prostate of more cloudy pre.

The wolf's heart felt like a bass drum on max volume. It pounded and thumped in his chest, blood boiling with excitement. A few minutes later, but all too soon, the tongue slipped from his hole and the horse stood back up.

Ethan could hear the wet noise of lips sucking at fingers, wetting them, and then two pressed against his slick entrance before pushing in, parting the way. Ethan's muzzle parted and he cried out at the intrusion.

Despite the slick stretching from the horse's tongue, those fingers were thick, and two of them were wider than some people he'd taken before. Manuel let out a soft grumble of dominance and leaned against the wolf's back, biting one of the wolf's twitching ears.

The horse's chest felt like fire on his cool back. His muscles tensed and his passage squeezed those thick fingers as they pressed into him, pushing on his prostate and scissoring open to stretch the wolf's passage.

Ethan tried to control his breathing, staring off at the beach as his passage was invaded by the horse's probing digits. Sweat trickled down his back, chest, and brow from the intense emotions welling inside him. He nearly came when the horse's second paw ran across his hips and over the front of his wet speedo.

Manuel chuckled and pressed his lips to one of the wolf's ears, a basso voice rolling out sensuously. "I thought you said you were going to be too nervous about being in public to be worked up. You feel like you could shoot your load any moment... and with everyone watching"

Ethan's throat felt dry and his eyes crossed for a moment when the horse's paw squeezed on the swell of his knot that was still trapped by sheath and lycra. "I.. there, uh, there's... no one is watching," he whispered quietly, coming out scratchy and full of desire.

Manuel's fingers thrust in and out of the wolf's passage and he pushed a third in with the others, earning a whimper from the canine. "How do you know? You can't keep an eye on them all, and your concentration is limited to keeping yourself under control," he growled, blunt teeth nipping at the wolf's neck.

"What would evolution say? The predator getting manhandled by a prey animal in plain view for everyone to see," the horse said, squeezing down over the wolf's trapped passage, pre rolling over his fingers on the outside of the skimpy trunks.

Ethan whimpered and his knees knocked together before he caught himself, locking himself in a standing position to keep himself upright. "N-no, I'm just-"

"Just what?"

"Just," the wolf swallowed, taking a deep breath to try and calm his nerves. It was difficult to focus on anything with those thick digits prodding inside him. "Just... uh,"

Manuel laughed quietly, pulling his fingers back from Ethan's tailhole, giving his rump a firm swat. "You don't even know. You can't even think straight right now."

There was a light rustling of clothing from behind the wolf, and Ethan's ears pricked up, wondering what his friend's current state of dress was; if he was in an equally shameful speedo on the beach. That mattered little in the next moment as the broad head of the horse's shaft pressed against the wolf's hole, teasing against it until it parted to allow access.

With no lube, the horse's shaft relied on the sloppy rimjob and the horse's pre. It was enough that the accommodation was only momentarily painful. Ethan's jaw parted in an inaudible gasp and then gnashed back together, jaw set in a grimace.

Manuel was bigger than all but a few of his toys and that knob of a head pushed into him, inch after inch stretching his muscled ring. His cock didn't faltered one bit, still hard and drooling profusely in the open.

The horse moved one paw to grip Ethan's shoulder, holding him steady, while the other tugged up on the fluffy, light grey tail. Ethan could feel the horse's gaze watching as inches of horse meat pushed inside his full hole. The medial ring past the halfway point snagged at Ethan's ring before it, too, pushed inside.

Ethan's body was alight with a range of emotions, chief among them desire. When Manuel's arms wrapped around his chest, squeezing him close, the wolf nearly collapsed in those arms. The base of the horse's sheath pressed up against the back of his tailhole and speedo, lodged deep inside while everyone played and exercised on on the sand and in the water.

Manuel's strong, chestnut-colored arms reached down, hands gripping onto the railing next to the wolf's paws. He had to bend his knees to make up for the difference in height as he pulled back from the wolf's passage. The first thrust made Ethan gasp and whine, claws digging at the rail. Manuel always took some warming up to.

The horse's hips churned like the piston of a powerful engine, pulling back before rocking forward to dive that shaft back inside. A few of these thrusts came after the first, and the last forced the wolf up onto his tiptoes as it pressed deep within him.

Ethan's eyes watered from a swirling sensation of pain and pleasure, though his cock was the deciding vote in the matter.

A heavy throb between his legs and then the sound of something heavy and wet hitting wood. Ethan's cock bounced and spat rope after rope of sticky cum through the thin fabric, leaving a substantial mess on the floor of the promenade. Cum drooled messily into the speedo as each successive burst came weaker and weaker.

Tears ran down the wolf's cheeks in an overwhelming sense of emotion, all positive, and his passage squeezed and milked at the large horse's shaft.

Manuel's chest rumbled approvingly and he bucked upwards over and over, forcing the wolf on his toes, the occasional thrust strong enough to lift the wolf clear off his feet.

With his insides squeezing and quivering around the horse's meat, the equine felt even larger than before. That thick shaft did its best to rearrange his insides, dripping pre along the way to keep things in lubed.

Ethan whined as the overstimulation started to get to him. His prostate was constantly mashed down by the horse's cock and his own was still oozing the last dregs of seed to matt down the fur around his crotch.

Manuel's chest rumbled approvingly and a couple whickers caught Ethan's ear. He could feel the horse's shaft flaring beneath his tail, stretching his passage wider as it dragged back and forth.

A hard thrust forced the wolf's body against the rail and the horse snarled in fierce pleasure, cock throbbing hard beneath the wolf's upturned tail. Ethan could feel liquid fire spreading through his insides, coating him liberally and dribbling back out from around the thick member.

Manuel's hips gave a few weaker humps, displacing more of his seed as he did so. Ethan could feel the small rivers running down from his passage and down the inside of his thighs. He moaned in wanton need, clenching down on the pulsing shaft, feeling it expand as loads of thick cream traveled up through it.

Ethan's body fell the rail and he panted openly against his arms, chest heaving from exertion, even if he wasn't the one doing the work.

Manuel snorted hotly against the wolf's ears, holding himself deep within the wolf's walls before he pulled back, thick flare tugging at the wolf's insides before popping free.

Cum slopped out of Ethan's passage, running down the inside of his thighs and matting down his fur. He squeezed himself shut and shuddered, picturing the horse's virulent load soaking the back of his speedo as Ethan tugged the fabric back in place.

The horse gripped one of Ethan's shoulders and pulled him down, to the ground. Ethan felt like he had no strength left to him and his knees hit the splattered wood, slowly turning around to face the beast of a horse.

Manuel's cock was half hard and a thick strand of cum dangled from his flared head. The wolf's eyes watched it swing back and forth before one of the horse's hands grabbed the back of his hair and pulled him in close.

Cum smeared into the wolf's muzzle as Manuel forced him to nuzzle against his wet shaft. Ethan moaned and his tongue darted out to tease at the thick shaft that was inside him, cheeks red from embarrassment.

"Mmm, always love how tight you are," the horse grumbled, scritching over the back of the horse's head as his cock softened and began to shrink. The massive length pulled back up until it disappeared into the horse's sheath, and Ethan's muzzle continued nuzzling and licking at the heavy, leathery pouch.

"Come on, let's head down to the beach," Manuel said, tugging his red speedo up into place and taking a step back from the wolf.

Ethan's head swam and he blinked up at the horse, cheeks still red. "Wh-what? Down there? I'm a mess!"

Manuel gripped hard on the wolf's arm and pulled him to his feet with little effort. "It wasn't a suggestion. Now come on," the horse said, turning and shoving the wolf towards where one of the stairs down was.

Ethan whimpered submissively, tail darting back and forth as he began walking; cum was still dripping from his sore hole and a glance down showed quite the mess down the front of his speedo and along his legs.

Manuel wasn't cruel enough to walk him towards any of the families enjoying their morning beach fun, but there was a spot a bit down the shore where a large umbrella had been set up and towel laid out along the sand.

Ethan had seen the large umbrella in the distance from where he'd been standing, but didn't realize it was something the horse had set up an hour or so earlier.

The horse lay on his back in the sun, umbrella shielding them from view from anyone behind, and most people at their sides. Other than that, they were in plain view of anyone who walked down close to the shore, or anyone in the water.

Ethan glanced back at the water, then to the towel. "I'm kind of a mess... should I rinse off real qu-"

"Lay down," the horse growled, patting the towel at his side.

Ethan ducked under the towel and lay down on his back, head rolled to the side to look up at the horse. Already his sheath had plumped up at the thought of what else they might do.

Manuel's eyes watched a jogger run close to the shore, maybe ten yards in front of where they lay. The woman hadn't even looked their way, and the horse grinned, watching her pass by until she was out of their immediate sight.

The horse wrapped an arm around the wolf's shoulders and pulled him to a hug at his side. "Mmm, see? We're practically all alone," he said, nipping at one of the wolf's grew ears.

Ethan's eyes closed for a few seconds, taking a few calming breaths. His paw rest on the horse's chest, rubbing in small circles down to his stomach and back up.

Manuel's chest rumbled in appreciation and he propped his head up on his arms, letting the wolf explore. Even as empty as the beach was, though, they couldn't afford to spend too much time out in the open like this.

Ethan's blush returned in full force from earlier as one of the horse's hands grabbed his paw, guiding it down until it was pressed against the front of the horse's speedo. The wolf's eyes were locked on the red fabric as his fingers moved on their own accord.

He traced the heavy pouch that held that monster shaft inside. Fingers explored down and over the round orbs that had just unloaded deep inside him and he could feel his own shaft pulse in the blue fabric of his speedo, ready for attention once more.

The horse's sheath thickened and his mottled shaft began to spill out against the red fabric, giving the wolf more to play with. "What if someone walks by?" he asked, glancing back up at the horse.

Manuel just shrugged, head laying back on his arms without a care in the world. "Not like they'd really take time out of their day to go tell on us," he said. "The quicker you get me off, too, the sooner we get out of danger," he teased.

Ethan's cheeks heated at those words and he looked back at the horse's speedo. The flaccid cock was visible through the ever-stretching fabric and the wolf's paw squeezed along the trapped length, feeling it pulse and stiffen under his pads.

It was time for him to make a move, though. The wolf squeezed the horse's trapped member once more, watching as it throbbed and lifted the speedo up away from his body. Ethan hooked a finger on the edge and tugged down, breath catching in his chest as the girthy shaft flopped out against Manuel's chest.

The horse's chest rumbled approvingly and he lifted his hips to help the wolf tug those speedos halfway down his thighs for better access. Blood pumped into the length and it stiffed atop Manuel's chest, pre beading at the tip.

Ethan leaned in and swiped his tongue across the horse's slit, getting that rich, slightly bitter taste of what would come. His paw stroked up along the spire of flesh, barely able to touch fingers around it at the base. It angled perfectly towards his muzzle and he held the mushroomed head to his lips, tongue flicking out and tracing over the ridge that would flare near the end.

Manuel watched with an seemingly unamused expression as the wolf made out with the head of his cock. Pre welled at the tip, but was swept away by an eager tongue the moment it was visible.

The wolf parted his lips to start sliding his muzzle down the thick length, not even able to reach the medial ring as it began to press at the back of his throat. Laying on his side was making it difficult, so he turned his body until he came up in a kneeling position next to the horse's body.

His canine cock drooled into his speedo, adding to the matted fur and musky load that was still wet. One of Manuel's paws snaked from behind his head to between the wolf's legs, and tugged the edge of his speedo aside, freeing the wolf's cock to the open for the first time since they'd been out.

Cum slopped free and onto the towel and the dog's cock bobbed in the open air, knot beginning to stretch his grey sheath once more. The horse's fingers gripped the furry holder and gave a sharp tug down, freeing the swelling bulb and squeezing around it.

Ethan had been lowering his muzzle further along Manuel's cock when he'd been freed from the confines of his speedo. He couldn't hold back the gasp of surprise as his knot was suddenly squeezed.

Manuel took advantage of the situation and bucked his hips up into the wolf's muzzle, his medial ring pushing just past the wolf's lips. Ethan gagged and his hips jerked at the sudden tactile attention to his shaft, but he didn't pull back from the cock wedged between his lips.

The horse's paw stroked over the wolf's shaft, pinching the tapered tip and chuckling as pre soaked his fingers. "Made quite the mess back there... both of us," he muttered, tracing his fingers down the wolf's shaft, knot, and then slid a finger up behind the wolf's balls to sink into the stretched pucker.

Cum oozed from Ethan's passage and he moaned around the horse cock he was bobbing on. Pre sprinkled down onto the towel from his shaft and the horse's seed set his taste buds on fire. Every Time the horse's chest rumbled he could feel the vibrations through the meat between his lips, shortly accompanied by a needy pulse.

Manuel was huge, quick to reload, but the wolf had been with him enough times to know just how to set the large beast off. There was something alluring about the public setting that helped in his favor and as he bobbed back and forth, fingers tugging at the thick ring, he could feel the mushroom head flaring in his maw.

His knot engorged to the size of a small fist and the horse's paw, though large, barely fit around it. Manuel tugged and jerked at the wolf's shaft, whickering and snorting as his orgasm reached its peak.

The sounds Manuel was making put the wolf on edge and his paws falter as they jerked the thick cock. He felt his orgasm approaching like a speeding bullet and then smashed into a steel wall. His balls had drawn up, cock throbbed needily, but the horse's paw had squeezed down like a vice behind his knot and around the base of his balls preventing him from cumming.

The wolf pulled off of the horse's cock with a pained cry of denied relief, the flared head flaring in front of his face, forgotten. Ethan's hips jerked to try and find some sort of release at the hands of the horse, but already he could feel the sensation ebbing away. There was no time to complain or speak out as a thick blast of horse seed splattered over the bridge of his muzzle, soaking into his fur.

Manuel groaned and arched his hips, humping up into the air as he came hard. Ropes of pearly white seed spider-webbed over the wolf's face and chest where he knelt over the horse. Thick and white as glue, it made quite the mess of the wolf's face who just whined pitifully, accepting his fate.

Ethan's cock bobbed uselessly in the horse's grip and he twitched and humped against Manuel's paw before the horse pulled his paw free, sighing happily. The dog's member pulsed and dribbled a small drop of cum, but his orgasm had backed off.

"Mmf, the sounds you make when denied," the horse said, body shuddering as he let out a low chuckle. "Damn, I could get off to that every time,"

Ethan carefully sat up in a kneeling position, cum rolling down his face and neck. Wiping uselessly at his face he managed to smear enough of it against his face and muzzle to be able to safely open his eyes. He looked down to his knotted, angry cock and huffed. "What am I supposed to do?" he asked, unable to keep a whine from the sentence.

Manuel grinned and used the towel to clean up a few drops of his own seed that had landed on his chest and stomach. "Oh, I have just the thing for ya,"

Ten minutes later the wolf's shaft hadn't shrunk at all. It bulged obscenely at his blue speedo as they walked back along the promenade. Manuel hadn't let him wash off in the ocean, so his face was still a mess of sticky semen and matted fur that would be obvious if anyone looked closely.

More people were arriving at the beach since they'd come down from the walkway and Ethan's anxiety was creeping back up.

The horse didn't take any notice of it and walked with an air of confidence that couldn't be faked by the wolf if he'd tried.

The dunes that ran along in front of the promenade had scattered beach chairs for relaxing and a few women in bikinis were laying down to get some sun before it got too crowded or the rain came.

The rest of the wolf's body that wasn't already jutting up from his crotch stiffened and he shied away to the horse's side as they walked directly past the oblivious women. Both had headphones in, sunglasses on, and probably wouldn't have noticed if a gun went off.

Only two chairs over from the women the horse carefully eased the wolf down onto his stomach on one of the low chairs. Ethan's face hung off the end of the chair and his cock strained against the flexible, plastic slats.

"What are we doing here?" Ethan asked, rolling his head to look at the horse, frowning in concern.

Manuel knelt at his side, both paws pushing the wolf firm against the chair, fingers kneading into his back and sides. "Oh, just... going to give you a massage," he said, grinning and winking back at the wolf.

Ethan let out a soft moan as those fingers worked a spot on his lower back, cheeks turning red. "Here? But... we're way way more out in the open," he hissed, glancing up and around. Aside from the two women a couple chairs over, they were near the stairs where people were starting to come up and down from the walkway.

"Then I guess you better keep quiet and let me work," the horse said, hooking fingers on the wolf's speedo and tugging it down low enough to free the desperate shaft, and his used hole.

Ethan's face heated up and he shifted around to look beneath the chair. There was just enough sand piled up on the side opposite of Manuel that it would be very difficult to see his canine member hanging down between the straps and dripping onto the sand. From this vantage point, too, he could see that Manuel had tugged his own speedo down beneath his heavy sac.

The wolf was about to protest that they were still too exposed, but the horse's rubbing paws ran down over the small of his back, the curve of his ass, and a finger slid beneath his tail, pressing in deep.

Ethan had to bite down on one of his wrists to hold back the moan that traveled up his throat. His cock bobbed in the open, a clear line of pre connecting the tip of his tapered shaft to the gold sand below. He could see the horse's cock dropping free of his sheath and the horse made sure to keep his hips against the slats so he'd remain hidden beneath the beach chair.

"Get one of your hands down here," the horse said, looking around at the nearby beach-goers.

Ethan didn't have much say in the matter as one of his arms was pulled to his side, and his paw was pushed through the plastic slats. Through the chair he was able to wrap a paw around the horse's cock as it stiffened in the imagined privacy under the chair.

The wolf wasn't able to do much more than rotate his wrist and jerk lightly at the horse's cock while his own dribbled helplessly.

Manuel rocked his hips lightly, thrusting into the wolf's grip as one of his paws kept up appearances by stroking over the wolf's back and shoulders. The other paw made small circles near the wolf's ass, finger dipping deep into the wolf's passage, pressing against his tender spots, before drawing back out.

Ethan's passage barely had time to close up before the horse's fingers spread him open again and his tail was the only thing keeping the mess of runny cum from being seen by anyone who might walk by.

The horse's cock occasionally bumped his own and Ethan could only watch as the thick length slid back and forth between his fingers. His own cock strained to hump into something, for any kind of attention, but even trying to rock his hips did nothing except make it bob and sway.

Manuel's paws were starting to pick up speed. Even he had some reservations about the openness of their play with people starting to arrive at the beach, but he was determined to get the wolf off before they left. Two fingers pressed into the wolf's hole, pressing on those sensitive areas to milk another muffled whimper from the wolf's lips.

Ethan squeezed at the horse's shaft, passage clamping down on the fingers whenever they'd dig into him. The rush was building again and his balls ached from their previously held-off load. Tears ran from his cheeks, eyes watering as the pleasure stacked higher.

Those fingers weren't leaving his passage now and his tail had started flick back and forth in anticipation, hips rocking against the chair, humping fruitlessly at the air for relief. The light breeze that went beneath the chair tingled and tortured him. He wouldn't be denied this impending release.

Manuel's chest heaved with excitement as he continued finger fucking his friend in plain view of anyone who decided to pay attention. The head of his cock was flaring once more, tail flagging to signal his rising need. They had to remain quiet, though, otherwise someone might see.

The equine's thrusts had gained a bit of momentum and he was thrusting into the wolf's paw beneath the chair in long, deliberate motions. All the while, his fingers pushed in and out of the wolf's ass, hand now covered in his own seed that had been leaking out.

Ethan's teeth nearly broke the skin on his arm as he finally came. He released his arm and cried out into the air, cock throbbing beneath the chair and slinging strands of cum against the sand and up along the underside of the plastic slats. His body shook, paw squeezed down, and he managed to bite back down on his arm as he rode out the rest of his much-needed climax, whimpering and crying out the whole way.

Manuel's choked back a low whinny as he came for the third time that morning, a much less potent load splashing into the soft sand under the chair. His fingers slid from the wolf's ass and tugged that speedo back up in the back, head whipping side to side to see if anyone had noticed the wolf's cry.

The horse saw one of the women behind them leaning up from her chair and looking over with a suspicious look on her face. Her face was impossible to read from behind the sunglasses.

Ethan, unaware of the woman's prying eyes, chose that moment to lean up and pull his cock back through the plastic slats of the chair. His engorged knock tugged at the strips before pulling through, a weak spurt of cum dripping onto the white plastic before the wolf stuffed himself hastily back into his speedo.

Ethan looked up to the horse, heart racing from his orgasm and the thrill of where they were, and he followed Manuel's gaze to the tigress lying two chairs over. Her muzzle was parted open in disbelief, and the wolf began to panic.

Ethan wasn't entirely certain how they'd gotten back to the other side of promenade so quickly. He'd practically jumped off from the chair and bolted to the stairs, Manuel on his heels. Running had been the worst thing to do to detract from the attention, but if anyone else had seen the bulges in either speedo, or the cum covering most of the wolf's front, they didn't say anything.

Ethan kept running until they were a quarter mile down the walkway near one of the parking lots. His chest was thumping, though mostly from the sprint instead of the panic that made him flee. Manuel clapped him on a shoulder, shaking his head and laughing between pants. "I don't think she was going to say anything... but damn. The look of shock on her face,"

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," the wolf said, punching the horse in the arm.

"Hey, if you had kept quiet," the horse teased, ruffling the wolf's hair. "And come on, admit it, when was the last time you came that hard," he asked.

Ethan glowered at the horse but couldn't find an argument against him. "That's not the point," he said, trying to find an argument.

"Yeah yeah, how about we go wash off in the ocean? It'll be kind of private down there, too, maybe a bit more fun...?" he suggested, a grin turning his lips up at the edges to touch his eyes.

The wolf was about to snap back a resolute no, but his knotted cock pulsed in his speedo. He set his jaw in a defiant look, teeth bared. "Maybe," he allowed.

There was no use in trying to hold back the smile that took over as the horse clapped his shoulder and started leading him back down the promenade to the ocean.