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Andy marched up to the tank, his flat leathery beaver tail bobbing in time with his steps. The open field next to the motor pool was freshly torn up after the mornings exercises and he found his saunter falter a few times as he stepped over or around the soft earthy track marks. He'd been watching on for an hour now and was starting to feel guilty. Max had been out stuck out there over lunch and he wasn't that great at fixing things once they smashed.

He couldn't help but stare as he got close, the Kodiak bears broad shoulders blocked out the entire engine bay from view. Max's short trimmed brown fur highlighted his muscles which glistened with sweat in the warm spring sun. Already Andy could feel a bulge start to strain in his overalls as he let his thoughts wander in places Max always told him would remain fantasies, even though they had done some typical bonding exercises with the troops, public showers, strip poker and that one game of kiss the bottle. He was so jealous of that Green Earth CO Jess, the red deer just kept stealing pecks on the cheek one after the other.

He'd worked with plenty of other commanding officers in the Orange Star army and other armies, but he enjoyed Max's company the most over the years. Thankfully the past couple years had been quite and uneventful and he got to enjoy that company by staring at his back while he worked for a few moments.

Andy hopped up onto the side of the tank, the orange painted metal felt warm and coarse even through his overalls. With wide grin he clanged the bonnet with his wrench. "Yo papa bear I can see your ass crack."

"Shove off Andy." The bear rumbled deep from his chest, his small round ears flicking slightly whilst his stubby tail quivered. "The drive belt slipped and argh, it's a goddamn nightmare."

Max pulled himself out from the engine bay and took two steps back so Andy could see past his immense frame. He only came up to his chest but what really got Andy hard and his paw pumping at night, day or after briefing in a small field tent, was that he was huge. Especially up to him, the few times they have hugged he could barely get his arms around the bear. The beaver could feel his mind slipping as he fought to keep his thoughts clear.

Andy figured he was only staring for a second, but Max didn't seem to notice as he was still snarling at the open drive bay. The front of the bears white tank top filthy with grease and grim and had two darker patches at its sides where he'd been trying to clean his paws.

The Beaver bent forward from his perch and peered into the tanks cramped engine bay and gave a long whistle, "Easy."

"Bullshit." Max said grunting as he wrung his dirty paws on his tank top before snarling and just tearing it off and throwing it into the mud.

Andy did his best not to stare. "Wanna wager on it huh, big guy?"

The bears muzzle turned up into a big toothy grin. "Yeah alright you little hair trigger. My dick says you can't get that drive belt on and the tank started in five minutes."

Andy's broad tail smacked at the orange painted steel of the tanks body. "Ooh easiest dick I got since our last bar crawl."

"Whatever you say runt. Clocks started ticking now because of that." Max said with a sneer as he crossed his arms in front of his bare chest. His pecs bulging between his thick arms.

With a flail that nearly sent him off the tank Andy quickly bent over into the drive bay and strained his arms to reach the drive belt. It slipped through his fingers a few times making him curse for his usual prop step he used on his own vehicles. Working his wrench, he loosened one of the runners and it gave the belt enough slack so he could slide it into place on the others. Quickly he tightened it up and gave it a taunt tug and with a slap of his tail he rushed to scramble into turret.

He figured he only had a minute or two and this was the hard part, he wasn't a tank crew man, let alone a driver, he was a mechanic and obviously this was where he knew Max expected him to fail. Squirming past the gunner's seat he slid forward, smacking his thigh on some control for the gunner, or maybe it was the commander, down into the driver's compartment. Flicking the fuel on and starting the generator, this took a few tries, he pressed the engine start with a loud congratulatory rumble he heard it come to life and thankfully sustain.

"Heck yeah! Please tell me that was in time." The beaver called out the open turret hatch, his voice echoing in the cramped space that his quickly filling sheath was giving a run for the money. He let mischievous paw undo a button and slide in to coax his length out. Even if he lost, he'd at least jerk off in Max's tank leaving a musky reminder for the next few missions.

"F-, Affirmative solider." He heard Max yell back before he cut the engine.

"Wooh! I'll put my dick away and jerk off in here another time." Saying this Andy breached the turret hatch and looked at Max who was grinning fiercely.

"You do that, and I'll pull your damn tail off. Actually, on second thought..."

Andy balked as Max climbed up onto the tank, causing it to list with his weight, and hopping over the barrel with ease and walked around to the front and slumped up against the turret. With a deep pleasured grunt, the bear unzipped his fly on his pants and pulled out his cock and started lazily stroking it. Even though he was half hard it still had a pleasant girth to it and its angular flared head glistened with pre. Andy closed his eyes for a moment and shifted through the strong masculine scents and grease and oil and picked out Max's growing arousal, it was subtle but growing my crisp and earthy now he could focus on it. Licking his tongue, he let out a soft moan and started breathing again, he could almost taste his musk from here now.

"Want to join or you just going to watch?" Max turned and looked up at him, his paw still stroking his shaft. "To be clear, rules are we can jack together side by side, I'll even let you help but no more. No muzzle or kissing."

The beaver felt he set a new personal best climbing out of the turret and sliding down next to Max, shoulder to elbow. Andy quickly shimmied his overalls down to his thighs. His tail was always a hassle to get out and it did break the groove for a few moments, but it was comfortable now. Well more than comfortable, it was damn hot.

With practiced ease Andy stroked his long firm length, smearing it with his copious slick pre as he looked onto Max. The bears fur on his left arm caught on the sun and gave a nice sheen to the muscles that were pumping with each stroke. He'd touched them a few times but hadn't seen them in this light before, it was bringing him pretty close, so he slowed down his paw even more.

Max looked to be pleasantly enjoying himself, his paw a steady rhythm his, left pec squeezed and bulged out with each motion just made the beavers cock jumped the more he looked at it. He really wanted to hold it, feel its heat and bulge with each stroke of his arm. To hold his muzzle to it or more desperately feel the warm hardness of the bears nipple against his front teeth. He felt a shiver go through his whole body as he thought of that. Reaching down between his legs with his free paw he gave his low hanging sac firm tug.

Panting, heat starting to flush his cheeks Andy churred the words in his muzzle before he spoke. "Can I touch?"

"Sure." Max said with a deep chesty rumble. Reaching his right arm up he wrapped Andy deftly and held him close to his side, his paw resting on Andy's thigh. "Just let me finish you off too."

The beaver almost fired off when the bear grasped his cock, his whole body was starting to get clammy pressed up against the bear. His breath was hot and ragged and his whole body tingled as he struggled to stroke the bears own hot shaft with any conviction. Andy was cursing himself inside his head as he felt his paw slacken its grip, but his body was on fire, his groin aching so hard now as he found himself moaning quicker and loader. Max just held his arm around tighter, his muscles strong and firm pressed down on Andy as the beaver bucked and humped into the bears steady paw.

With a loud gasping squeak Andy felt his vision go as the heat erupted through his shaft. Hot ropes splattered on his sizzling chest. With a deep moan Andy felt himself come down as he leaned on Max's hard chest as his mind struggled to turnover. The scent of his own cum strong above all the other intoxicating scents.

After a minute of lying there in the sun, Max rumbled. "You're much easier to handle when you've come."

"Mhmm." Andy struggled to grip Max's shaft, he found it warm and half hard before Max brushed his paw away.

"Sorry, soldier we're done here."

Andy cracked his eyes open and saw the bear grinning at him. "You're such a dickweed."