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If you like what you see in this fantastic artwork by Spelunker Sal, you'll love the story of what happens after Jon and Tsarin lose their bathing suits! The water slides are a blast, but what the otter and snow leopard get up to behind the maintenance shed is the real highlight of the afternoon.

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If ever there was a perfect day to hit the water park, it was one of the last warm days of the summer, right after the children were sent back to school. The crowds were cut down dramatically, lines were a thing of the past, and there were deals aplenty to be had as properties tried to milk every dollar they could out of their patrons before fall closed them down for the year.

Jon's biggest concern was getting on as many rides as he possibly could before the sun went down.

Tsarin's biggest concern was Jon.

"We've already hit this one three times , dude. Are you sure you don't want to ride anything else?" Tsarin asked, following Jon up the long, carpeted flight of stairs that carried them to the top of one of the taller waterslides in the park.

The otter was single minded in his quest to break all of his old riding records, and the lines were just short enough that he'd be able to accomplish it, all while spending the afternoon with one of his best friends. "Just one more time through on this one, and then we can change it up! Honest!"

Exasperated but smiling, Tsarin nodded his agreement. "I'm gonna hold you to that, you know."

"Pfft. You'll have to catch me, first," Jon claimed, "And no one's gonna catch this otter once his ass hits the slide!"

Lifeguards that were supposed to be paying closer attention found it hard to focus in the slower months of the season. Jon's presence was so loud that it startled the lifeguard for the ride awake, and with no one in front of him, they couldn't be that angry when Jon simply took off.

They had to stop Tsarin, however, who watched from the small pool at the top of the twisting, looping slide as Jon flew further and further away, yelling out his entertainment.

"Okay, you can go," the lifeguard rolled her eyes at the rambunctious young men's behavior, even as Tsarin dove forward in the pool, just like he wasn't supposed to. Safety warnings were ignored, all in the name of catching up to the notoriously speedy otter.

He was already almost to the bottom as Tsarin went through the first turn.

"That's no fair! You got a head start!" Tsarin complained as he made his body as long and thin as possible, hoping to amp up his speed as he whipped through the turns. Arms folded over his bare chest as accelerated down through the tubes, only to come crashing down into the splash pool at the bottom.

He closed his eyes as he braced for the over-chlorinated water, and thanks to that, he wasn't sure that it was Jon's ankle he was grabbing as he flailed around blindly.

Water-garbled words teased over his eyes as he began standing up from the splash pool, rubbing some of the water from his eyes with his free paw. He was worried at first, but couldn't help grinning as he felt the large, thick rudder that was Jon's tail draping over his shoulder.

"You probably thought I'd never catch up to you, did you?"

"I let you catch me," Jon claimed. He planned to stick to that story, whether or not it was true. "I just felt bad because I was the one picking all of the rides. Figured you could pick the next one, if you were so inclined?"

There was one ride that the snow leopard had been dying to go on, but it was brand new, and the line for it was terribly long for most of the day, even with a smaller crowd than usual.

From the corner of his eye, Tsarin could see their best opportunity of the day, and without hesitation, he gripped Jon by the wrist and started walking that way. "I am very inclined; we're getting on that ride before the season ends!"

Tsarin took the lead, and Jon counted his blessings as warmth began creeping in under the fur upon his cheeks. "You...you're not talking about the really big one...the Otterongo?"

"The one with the double tube and the huge curve right before the end? Yeah. That's the one."

Jon gulped back a quick ball of nerves and followed Tsarin past a field of empty lawn chairs tables. Usually, this part of the park would have been impossible to navigate, but the start of a new school year did wonders to clear the path, shortening what could have been a ten-minute trip down to a brief, two-minute jog.

The ride was so new that it departed from the old, carpeted stairs that most people were used to climbing at water parks. Instead, an escalator started at the bottom with rubber stairs and rose in a long, easy spiral, carrying those brave enough to tackle the beast to a waiting area at the top.

Usually, there would be a lifeguard regulating the pace at the foot of the escalator, but the crowd was finally thinned out enough for the machine to run free; Tsarin almost ran right into it before minding their safety and slowing his pace.

"Think you're brave enough to take the lead?" he asked, finally releasing Jon's wrist. He wasn't winded in the least, but Jon had to catch his breath before nodding his reply, not wanting to come across as a coward.

Keeping that fear bottled up inside meant the already slow climb of the escalator grew from a minute of convenient discomfort to a small eternity of terror...one that ended abruptly when Jon and Tsarin stepped off the escalator into a mostly empty waiting pad.

"Grab a raft! You two are next!"

Jon whirled his head around to a lifeguard who was pushing the previous two riders down into a closed, dark tunnel. Tsarin disappeared, but he was only a few feet away, grabbing one of the inflated innertubes and setting it into the water with a subtle splash.

The snow leopard jumped right into the back seat and patted the front. "Come on, Jon! We need a driver!"

Setting his eyes down toward the raft, Jon was quicker to sneak a peak at the sprawled, open thighs of Tsarin's recumbent form, and he paid the price for it as he awkwardly tumbled into the front of the tube, just in time for the lifeguard to grab one of the handles and tug it toward the tunnel.

"Doesn't look like he'll be doing much driving."

Jon shot a glare back as he tried to get comfy. " NOT helping!"

Gravity stole Jon's gaze, drawing him back to the task at hand. The descent into the covered tunnel was slow at first, with momentum building at the same pace as anticipation, before the entire ride seemed to drop out from under them. A hill that stopped just short of a 60-degree drop plummeted the pair down, and as Jon cried out in panic, Tsarin cheered, their stomachs jumping up into their throats in unison.

While Jon tried to keep his down, Tsarin continued yelling throughout the first drop, even as G forces switched back on and pinned their bodies into the innertube for a tight, looping curve. The tunnel stayed sealed, keeping them unaware of what struggles awaited them, until the dropped down a second, shorter hill in the darkness.

The next turn brought them back into the sunlight, and Jon winced his eyes shut as golden rays illuminated the series of curves ahead. "This is f-fucking insane!" he cried out, but as he felt Tsarin's comforting touch on his shoulder, a tiny smile began creeping across his lips. "And actually...kinda fun!"

"Told ya!" Tsarin's reply was simple as they curved back the other way through the loop. Water rushing up through the small, ovular gap in the innertube was forcing Jon's bathing suit to slosh up and around, but it wasn't until they went down the very last hill that he noticed something odd.

Rushing waves of water were pouring over his cock, but he could feel them directly on his flesh, instead of passing over the front of his bathing suit...which was now a good thirty feet behind him and getting further with each second.

Tsarin wasn't going to say anything just yet, but he was faced with the same problem as his loose, comfy shorts slipped away in the last curve. A reaction camera caught the action as the bottomless pair sped through the final turn, twin members being pushed around by the splashing currents and twin smiles bright as they approached the splash zone at the bottom.

Maybe if I don't say anything, he won't notice? Jon thought, refusing to ruin the moment with his own worries about being stripped in public.

It was honest to goodness luck that he slipped through the gap at in the innertube as he and Tsarin reached the bottom of the ride. He plunged underwater and immediately popped back up, staying submerged up to his waist until the lifeguard at the bottom turned away.

He still jumped when he felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders. "It's a good thing they already let us in," Tsarin whispered, knowing his words would tickle Jon's ear with all the tenderness of warm, comforting silk. "I don't think we could pass the dress code like this."

Jon was going to ask if Tsarin lost his bathing suit, as well, but he could feel the slowly growing flesh of the snow leopard's cock pressing against his rump from behind.

"Pretty sure they'll still kick us out when we get out of this pool," he groaned.

"That's really okay."

"Huh?"

"I've had a wonderful day already, Jon. We hit so many coasters in the morning that I was already getting worn out," Tsarin admitted, his dark, blue headfur matted down to the side with the weight of the water. "It was really nice of you to treat me to this afternoon, but I think I'm all done with the rides."

Jon reached up and stroked one of his fangs absently, worried that their fun may have come to an end. "O-oh. No, dude. I totally get it. It's been a long day."

"I didn't say the day was done with," Tsarin replied. "I just said I was done with rides...I'm still up for some...amusement, as it were."

The otter knew that excitement was already rushing to his length, and Tsarin was making it hard for him to move. The lifeguard was turned, and the area was mostly clear...with a maintenance shed only a brief walk away from them.

"I'm not really the best at games of skill," Jon claimed, as if to confirm that they were just being clever with their words. "But I bet there's a really great one waiting for us over there?"

"I'm sure you'll do just fine at this one."

It was Jon that moved first this time, seeing another pair come down the slide in a tube. Their splash was just the distraction they needed as any lingering eyes turned to the pond, and as quickly as they could sporting a pair of stiffening cocks, the otter and snow leopard darted for the maintenance shed.

The building was small, but a fence bordered the back side of it just so that no one would be able to sneak up on them from there. They didn't have any clothes to strip away, so they wouldn't have any to hide behind if they were caught, but the gaze shared between Tsarin's eyes of icy blue and Jon's orbs of steel said that neither one of them was going to stop right then.

Tsarin only let go of Jon long enough to sprint over to the shed with him. As soon as they were out of the public eye, he embraced the otter once more, their cocks reaching a full erection and brushing against each other as they stood close, enjoying the soothing breeze of the air over their wet, matted fur.

Jon didn't get a chance to thank Tsarin for being so bold before the snow leopard one-upped himself, pressing his lips tight upon Jon's own muzzle. The otter shivered with delight at the unexpected exchange, and while Tsarin reached up to playfully stroke a digit over one of the otter's fangs, Jon reached down and gripped both of their members in his open palm, holding them close together as his hips eased back and forth delicately.

Time was of the essence if they were going to have their fun without being caught, and the pair were wasting no time taking what their bodies would offer each other.

Just wish I could have gotten to see what he was packing in the back, Jon thought, having gazed on the impressive shaft of Tsarin's erect length, while being denied the chance to see the back of his sack, or the tight, warm pucker of his asshole, hidden underneath a long and fluffy tail. If this afternoon was the sundae of his dreams, that little morsel would have been the missing cherry on top.

They were quickly working up their own cream to add to the already delicious evening, and in the middle of their kiss, Tsarin flickered his tongue over Jon's lips and broke the passionate lock, if only for a brief moment.

"Feels like you're getting close, just from a little lip action," he claimed, able to feel the slick precum oozing from the tip of Jon's length as the remaining water upon their flesh began to dry out. "We wouldn't want you cumming too early, would we? The park doesn't close for a couple hours, yet."

Gazing down and to the side just a little bit, Jon couldn't help being bashful in the moment, for once. "And what about you? I don't suppose you'd like a little help getting there, yourself?"

Tsarin resisted, at first. "After you bought the tickets and paid my way this afternoon? I could never ask that of you."

A paw webbed with dangling strands of precum pulled away as Jon separated their bodies fully, but the distance between them was every bit as short as the duration. He fell to his knees as quickly and comfortably as he could, ignoring the harsh grind of concrete against his flesh and fur in favor of focusing on what he really wanted to get at.

Tsarin's cock was an enticing, throbbing treat, but the snow leopard knew what Jon was really after. "If we get caught doing this...we're totally fucked," he suggested, but even as he did, he began turning, his long, fluffy tail already lifted so that Jon could see the delightful curve of the feline's rump.

Just between a pair of squeezable cheeks was the asshole Jon had been waiting for, exposed with a little help from one of Tsarin's paws tugging at the satisfying flesh.

"Totally worth it," Jon replied simply. His messy paws gripped either side of Tsarin's ass and held it tight, keeping it spread plenty wide enough for his muzzle to ease into the gap. His tongue darted right out and pressed flat against the warm, moist entrance, allowing his salvia to mingle with the water that remained behind.

Where the rest of the moisture was starting to cool, Jon's tongue provided a burst of warmth to Tsarin, who jumped in place at the touch, even though he knew it was coming. His legs began to tremble as the otter stayed on task, gliding his tongue up and down in such long paths that he reached as high the underside of Tsarin's tail, before smoothing all the way down to the back of his testicles.

Tsarin curled his tail around the back of Jon's head affectionately and winced his eyes shut. "Not that great at g-games of skill, hm?" he tried to sound smug for being right about the otter, but his voice was laced with a constant whimper of delight as Jon's long, smooth fangs pressed into the pliable flesh of the feline's backside, helping to keep it spread apart for his tongue to dart forth.

A curious pawtip pushed at the bottom of Tsarin's asshole, forcing his pucker to gape just enough that Jon could gently penetrate the snow leopard with his tongue; from there, every last fear Tsarin had of being caught melted away, dripping from his thoughts like the long, continuous trickle of preucm that spilled in thin, glistening strings from the tip of his bouncing cock.

I didn't think I could ever get off just from this, but...good hell, I'm getting close! Tsarin worried, caught between doing all that he could to last longer for the otter's delight and giving in to the rapidly building pleasure inside. His inner muscles were already starting to clench on Jon's tongue as he carried forth, but it wasn't making any difference.

Each squeeze drove Jon to further depths, spurring him to dart his tongue rapidly in and out of the tasty orifice.

Pearly white drops were bubbling at the tip of Tsarin's impressive length of black, but he did all that he could to resist for even one more moment. He could hear groans of delight from behind and feel those same vibrations in his flesh as Jon went about genuinely enjoying his work, but it was all so amazing that he didn't want it to end.

The combined, skillful move of Jon dipping his tongue into Tsarin's tight, little pucker and dropping it down to slurp the back of his sack was all that it took to break the overly sensitive feline, as a streak of white, creamy cum sprayed out from the tip of his member, shooting over the concrete and leaving it stained.

"Be...best part of the d-day, Jon! Best part by far! Nnnf!" Tsarin was already singing the otter's praises when he remembered how easily they could be caught, though his cock wasn't paying attention: another long, virile gush left fresh seed to paint the ground as some of the excess flickered back up to land on the snow leopard's own belly, his length bouncing the throbbing wildly without a paw or passage to contain it.

The few drops that landed between his legs joined a pool of precum that spilled from Jon's length, but the otter was so focused on his work that he never so much as touched his own flesh. His task was complete, but he kept his muzzle buried, reveling in the musk and exotic flavor of the feline until Tsarin finally had to stumble against the wall of the maintenance shed, his quivering legs unable to hold the weight of his climax.

Jon was smirking to himself, licking the last of Tsarin's remaining taste from his lips as the feline panted with release. "And to t-think, we almost went the whole day _without_doing t-that," Tsarin tripped over his words as he looked back to Jon, his eyes still glazed with lust.

"Couldn't skip the best part of the park," Jon agreed. "Not sure how we're gonna escape, but I'm glad we stayed as long as we did. Would have been a shame to miss that."

"Getting out in broad daylight will be tough," Tsarin commiserated. "But in the dark, it might be a little easier? Provided you're willing to help me kill some more time, of course."

It didn't matter what Tsarin suggested. Jon would be up for it...his tail was already a blur just wondering what his next idea would be.