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Why am I even here? I thought as I sipped on my scotch, holding it in my muzzle for a couple seconds before swallowing. So far no one had approached me to chat or even ask the time (not that they would, there's a clock on the wall behind me), and I sure as hell wasn't going to approach anyone. Sure, I wouldn't mind striking up a conversation with a few of the guys here, but I was as adept at that as I was colorful. Being a badger, I'm sure that's sufficient. I'm sure that my choice of sitting in a booth instead of one of the high-top tables or the bar dissuaded some would-be talkers, but I just wanted to be comfortable. At least the quesadilla was good. Bar food always had a special place in my heart - good bar food, at least.

My short tail lashed as I took another sip of my drink. I shouldn't have ordered a double, but at thirty bucks a glass, there was no way I'd shoot it or leave it unfinished, no matter how much I just wanted to get back home. I continued my gaze across the bar, eyeing some of the more particularly good looking guys, always averting my gaze if they started to turn to my direction. Every time I did, however, that inner voice saying "you're bad at this" rang in my head. I'd never really been successful picking up guys in bars, but it was the only thing I could think of to try. I wasn't sure I'd want to date someone I picked up at a bar, since they'd obviously be the type to go out to bars, and that really wasn't me. Why pay thirty bucks for one drink when you can get a whole bottle for a hundred? It didn't help that my drink of choice was scotch. It'd be easier if I liked tequila or vodka. No, I probably wouldn't want to date someone who went to bars often, but after a year of celibacy, I'd definitely fuck them. Wouldn't hurt my chances if they were drunk, either.

"Hey there." A deep voice startled me out of my reverie. I looked over to see a large brown bull standing next to the table - and I mean large. Not fat, but muscular and wide, almost hulking, probably a lifter of some sort advantaged by an already large frame (which I must admit, was a very attractive look). He was hot, and he knew it, as he wore nothing but a gray tank top and jeans.

"Um, hi." I said, demonstrating my mastery of the complexities of the English language.

"Buy you another?" He replied in that bone-reverberating bass as he pointed to my drink. I looked down and noticed that I had maybe one sip left in the glass. I thought about it briefly. I had wanted to head on home, but the bull was hot.

Aw, what the hell. "Sure." I smiled up at him, trying to convey interest. I wasn't sure I succeeded, but it was the best I had.

"What ya drinkin'?" He asked with a toothy smile of his own.

"Oh, um, Glenlivet 18. Neat." Of course he wouldn't know what I was drinking. I mentally beat myself up for being the world's worst conversationalist.

The bull let out a short whistle and glanced over at the bar. "Expensive tastes. How about the twelve?"

It could be vodka from a plastic bottle if it meant I had a chance with you, I thought, making sure my inner monologue stayed just that - inner. "That'd be great."

The bull's smile widened. "Be right back, cutie."

I was glad he was turned away so he couldn't see my ears dip back. I always felt weird when someone called me cute or sexy or any other word for attractive. I never really thought of myself that way. I was doubly glad that he turned away so I could gawk at him more. I traced the muscles in his thick arms, drawing my gaze across his wide back, then down to his rear - perfectly filling his jeans. His tail waved as if he were excited, or probably because he knew I'd be checking out his backside. I virtually eye-fucked him as he waited for the bartender to pour his drink, and by the time he turned around, I was too enrapt to even attempt to hide that I'd been staring at him the whole time. His smile came back on his face, and I could see in his eyes that he knew exactly what I'd been doing. He sauntered back to the table and slid the glass of scotch in front of me. Instead of sitting on the bench on the other side of the table, however, he slid in right next to me, setting his own beer on the table in front of him.

"Enjoy the view?" He winked.

"Mm-hmm." I lifted the drink to my muzzle and took a sip, covering the need to say actual words about 'the view'. "Thanks."

He chuckled. "For the drink, or the view?"

I made a show of thinking about it by taking another sip. "Yes."

"Mmm, well... The view's not bad from here, either." I nearly choked on my drink as he slipped his hand down my leg, sending an electric shock up my spine.

"Ah. I'm not... nearly as impressive as you." I measured my words, trying not to be too self-deprecating. I'd heard it wasn't very attractive.

"I guess, if you like muscular guys. Honestly I prefer guys a little... Softer." I struggled to keep from wincing at the word. It was true, after all. I must not have succeeded, though, since he chuckled as he went on. "Not being demeaning at all. With two muscular guys... It's all just hard muscle, not the most fun in bed if you know what I mean. When one's a little softer, it's much more enjoyable. Maybe that's just me, but I think you're hot."

His hand started rubbing against my thigh, and - oh god - I was starting to get hard from just that touch. "Lucky me, I guess."

"My name's Mike, by the way."

"Uh, Dax." I reached my paw down over his hand, slowly tracing up his arm.

"So," He scooted in closer to me, our legs firmly against each other. "What brings you to the bar, just sitting alone drinking scotch?"

I shrugged, not wanting to go into the pathetic detail of that. "Just bored, I guess."

"Not waiting on anyone?" Even over the scents of the bar, I could smell his arousal building. It wasn't as powerful as mine, but then again, I haven't been touched like this in over a year.

I shook my head. "Not anymore." Oh god, did I just say that? I must be drunk.

I looked up into Mike's eyes as he laughed. "Oh I like you. So, I guess if neither of us are waiting on anyone... Do you top or bottom?"

"Oh, uh, well..." Of course he'd be a top, and although I'm not the most practiced at receiving, I could deal with a little pain for him. "I can switch, but... Usually I top."

"Mmm even better." He leaned in closer, nuzzling my ear, and lowered his voice to a whisper.. "Cause I would love to get this in me." He reached around and groped my throbbing erection, making me jump.

My breath hitched and I could probably finish in my pants just thinking about topping the bull. Honestly I could barely parse the situation. I'm not a badger of many adventurous proclivities, but getting a large guy under me has always been one of my biggest turn-ons.

"So." He rumbled, lifting his hand away from my groin. "Your place or mine? I'm up in Brookhaven."

"Uh, Druid Hills, so... I guess my place would be closer." I said breathlessly. I was lucky he took his hand away when he did, or it'd be a pretty embarrassing situation.

"You didn't drive, did you?"

I shook my head. "No, I took an Uber."

"Well, I've got my truck, if you want to take this elsewhere." He leaned in to nuzzle at my ear again. Something in the back of my mind wondered how many beers he'd had, but that wasn't the part of my body that was thinking at that moment. I nodded, trying not to whimper.

He grabbed my paw and led me out of the bar, and for once, I couldn't give a shit about the half-finished scotch on the table.

The next few minutes were a blur. I know I had to give him directions or my address or something, but honestly I can't even remember. The next thing I knew I was unlocking my door, and couldn't get it open fast enough. He walked in after me, his frame almost filling the doorway, and the moment I had the door closed he pushed me against it and brought his muzzle to mine.

As far as kisses go, that had to be one of the best. His arms wrapped around me, squeezing me against him as I moaned around his tongue. I could feel the strength and power in those thick arms, and could also feel his arousal against my stomach. My paws slid across his back, wanting to touch him as much as they could, and I finally found purchase under his tank, lifting it to rub against his bare fur. Soon after, his own hands were searching for the hem of my shirt, mimicking my own motions to run his fingers through my fur.

He broke the kiss suddenly. "I think we should move this to the bedroom." He smiled, still running his fingers through my back fur.

"Uh-huh." I pushed against him, leading him awkwardly back to the bedroom, not wanting to break the contact. Luckily it was a straight shot from the doorway. The moment we crossed the threshold to the bedroom, I lifted on his shirt, trying to give him the hint to take it off. I made it to his chest before he reached down to take it the rest of the way off, over his horns. After dropping it to the floor, he pulled on my shirt, so I lifted my arms to let him take it off for me. We both took a moment to admire each other's bare chests before pressing together and kissing again.

I swear, almost nothing beats rubbing your bare fur against another's during a kiss. I felt his body heat radiate across my chest, tracing his back muscles with my claws through his short coat. I reached my paw down to the base of his tail, and felt him moan with anticipation, the deep vibration reverberating through his body into mine. It was almost enough to make me moan (if I hadn't been already). Sparked by the attention to his rear, Mike's hands reached around to unbutton my pants. I had to lean away from him and break the kiss to give him room, and I quickly moved my paws to give the same attention to his pants. He got mine undone first, and pulled them down along with my underwear, freeing my cock with a bounce.

"Mmm, pierced sheath, huh? very nice." He murmured appreciatively as he ran his hand up the pink length, tugging on the ring though my sheath on the way up.

My paws trembled at the touch, fumbling with the bulls pants. I finally managed to get them undone, and slid them down as he did mine. My breath caught as his package came into view. It was, for lack of a better term, gorgeous. His cock was slightly longer than mine (which I knew was above average for a badger, not sure about bulls, though), and about the same thickness, but the main focal point was the large sac below. I reached a paw down to caress his balls, finding that I could only get my paw around one at a time. I had no idea how he hid these in his pants. I ran my paw up his sac, brushing through his sheath, and up his rigid member. He leaned forward, moaning in my ear as I rubbed his tip, spreading the pre over his length. He was leaking as much as I was.

"Fuck you are so hot." I breathed, focusing on the impressive package in front of me. In the back of my head, I was glad he wasn't a top, because I'd have a hard time taking that.

"Mmm, you too, badger." He replied, breaking the contact to back up and sit on the bed. I was still transfixed by this naked, aroused bull in front of me, and he beckoned me toward him, grabbing my hips as I neared.

He brought his head forward, nuzzling under my sac, taking a long sniff of my musk as he moved up to the base of my sheath, then ran his thick tongue up my cock. My knees buckled at the attention, and I grabbed his horns out of reflex to keep myself stable. As soon as he reached my tip, he slid his muzzle down my shaft, and if I hadn't already been keeping myself stable on his horns, I would have collapsed right there. I was dimly aware that I was starting to get kind of loud, but I didn't care. When he started to pull back on my cock, I couldn't help but pull his horns back toward me, forcing his muzzle back down. He chuckled and gave more pressure with his tongue as he finally was able to pull back and start bobbing in earnest. His hands moved around to my rear, squeezing and massaging with every motion. I started to thrust into the attentions, realizing that my arousal was nearing its peak.

"Ah - I don't... I'm not gonna last long like this." My breathing quickened as he slid his muzzle off of me, and I almost regretted not finishing, no matter how much I wanted to finish elsewhere.

"Mmm, well, wouldn't want to you to finish before we get to the main event. You are tasty, though." He smiled up at me, rubbing my rear.

"Ah, sorry. It's just... It's been a while." I grinned sheepishly back at him, finally able to gain purchase on my own two legs.

He chuckled. "No worries."

I ran my paws up his arms to his shoulders, and pushed back on him. He didn't fight and just layed back on the bed, presenting his erection. I ran my paw up his sac once more as I knelt, and gripped the base of his sheath as I started to lick along his length. He moaned breathlessly as I tasted his musk - not as powerful as, say, a canid, but very strong in its arousal. I slid my muzzle over him, giving him the same attentions as he did to me, slowly rising and sliding down his cock. I ran my paws up his thighs, running them through the fur up his navel. He didn't have cut abs, but I could instantly feel it wasn't fat, either. Definitely a lifter. He moaned appreciatively and moved his hands down to caress my ears and head fur. I lost myself in the motions of sucking him that before I knew it, he was pushing my head back.

"Mmm you're good at that, but I don't want to finish early, either." He rumbled.

I lifted myself from my kneeling position and climbed on top of him, keeping our bodies in contact the whole way up. I moved my muzzle to kiss him, and while we kissed, I reached a paw down to our lengths, pressing them together while I slowly stroked. He moaned against my tongue, and I could tell he was just as turned on as I was by this. I slid up further, breaking the kiss, until I could reach the nightstand to grab a condom and some lube. I looked back down at him and I could see the anticipation in his eyes. I slid off him, moving back to the end of the bed. The bull repositioned himself and lifted his hooves onto the bed, lifting his rear and giving me a good view. I quickly opened the condom, rolling it on, then squirted some of the lube into my paw.

"Ah - cold!" He breathed as I rubbed a lubed claw around his hole. The initial shocked breath evolved into a moan as I started pressing into him, rubbing around to spread the lube.

I poured some more lube into my paw to coat my shaft and positioned myself, lifting his legs and resting my tip right at his entrance.

"You ready?" I asked.

He whined in reply - or as close as a bull could whine. "Please. Fuck me."

For some reason, hearing the giant bull beg to get fucked made my cock jump and blood start pumping even harder. I leaned in, pressing my cock in slowly. His breathing came heavier and quicker as I slid into him, his hands reaching down to pull his legs even further up. My eyes rolled back in my head as I reached the base of my sheath, keeping it there for a moment for him to get used to it.

"Fuck," I moaned, "you feel amazing." I opened my eyes to look at him, staring right into mine, tongue lolling out of his muzzle.

"Me?" He panted. "Oh god, you feel even better."

He leaned his head back as I started to pull out, rocking slowly at first. He started to moan in that deep bass voice of his as I picked up speed, grunting each time I hilted in him. I'd been with many vocal bottoms before, but for some reason, making this bull moan got me even more into it. I started thrusting away, throwing all worry of being too quick out the window as I grabbed his cock and stroked him in time with my thrusts. I felt my climax coming all too soon, and the bull's moaning started to reverberate through the walls as his built. Before too long, my body shuddered against the bull as I slammed into him, moaning as I emptied myself. I stood, keeping that position as my body rode the wave of my climax. Catching my breath, I started stroking him again, keeping my length pushed all the way in. Moments later, his breath caught, his hand reaching down to clutch at my sheets, and he let out a long moan as he emptied himself on his belly.and my paw.

We stayed there, catching our breath, as we came down from our climaxes. I stroked his cock more, pushing the last bit of seed out of him and he bucked in response, giving a breathless grunt. I chuckled at the pained face he gave me, and lifted my hand from his cock while slowly pulling mine out of him. He gasped as I pulled out and smiled at me.

"Mmm, that was good."

"Glad you enjoyed." I smiled back. "I'll get a towel." I grabbed a couple towels from the attached bathroom, slipping off the condom and throwing it in the trash. I wiped off my cock as I returned to the bull, and used the other to start wiping the bull's belly. After we were sufficiently clean (or as much as we would get without a shower), I tossed the towels in the hamper and slid back on the bed. I rolled against the bull and kissed him deeply once more. He draped an arm around me, hand combing through the fur on my back as we kissed.

"Damn, you are one hot badger." he said as our muzzles parted.

I shrugged, the haze of post-coital bliss having subsided to my standard awkwardness. "I don't know if I'd say hot. I'm kinda average, I guess."

"Hmm, well now I seriously doubt your credentials for judging the hotness of badgers."

"Well I know you're hot, so I can't be that bad of a judge."

He chuckled. "Well I'm not a badger, so that doesn't quite help your argument."

We stayed like that for a while, rubbing each other, and eventually I turned around to press my back against his chest, his sheath pressing right above my rear. In the comfort of the petting, I might have drifted off, since the next thing I knew, Mike propped himself on his elbow to face me as he ran his hand through my chest fur.

"Unfortunately, I have work tomorrow." He smiled down apologetically.

"You work on Saturday?" I asked, suddenly aware that we didn't talk about our jobs at all - or anything else about each other other than our names.

"Some weeks. I'm off on Sunday, though, if you'd like to maybe get some dinner?"

I turned to look more directly at him. "Isn't that a little bit backwards? Doesn't the date usually come before the sex?"

"Well, usually, I guess." He laughed. "But I couldn't resist getting a night with you. Now that I've had that, I'd like to get to know you. And, of course, maybe get a chance for a repeat." He winked.

Honestly, I'd do anything to have a repeat performance with the bull. "Sure, that sounds good."

As we finally got off the bed and he dressed, I couldn't help but smile the whole time. We traded numbers and he promised to text me about our future dinner. He kissed me at the door, less intense than before, the physical need sated, but nonetheless intimate. I padded over to the bathroom to start the shower going. As I let the water heat up, I looked at myself in the mirror. I couldn't see why the bull found me so attractive, my eyes tracing the lines of my gut. I didn't see anything special in the mirror - average height for a badger, overweight (but not obese), just average in general. It confused me somewhat, that someone like him would find me attractive, but I wasn't complaining.

Stepping into the shower, I ran my paws over my sheath, remembering the bull's hands, and even though my paws were vastly different from his hands, the memory pushed a little bit of my cock out of my sheath. As far as one-night stands go, that was easily on the top of the list for me. I didn't go to the bar looking for anything more than a one-night stand, but thinking of our pending date in our couple days, I thought maybe... Just maybe...