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"Alright man, thanks a lot for this! Ah'll be down to get him t'wards the evenin', t'morrow." a voice accented with a drawl proclaimed from the speakerphone. York, a hulking orca listened on as he received instructions for a favor he was doing for another friend.

"Ah sent HIM some cash t'spend so he ain't in yer pockets. And Ah'll send YOU..." the voice went on, interrupted by the "DING" of the orca's phone as it produced a notification.

"Forty oughta do ya. Jeeps DRINK! Thanks again bud!" the voice said, and York nodded.

"Nah, it's alright. I needed to get out some anyway." The orca responded with his deep voice.

"Ah think you two'll hit it off anyway. Sumthin 'bout ya both makes me think so..." the voice went on, and York's phone announced another notification: an image.

"Sent ya a pic of 'im, so ya know what he looks like. Be warned now, it's HOT!" the voice added, and the orca's eyes widened a bit as he saw it.

The form was cetacean, a humpback whale. He was a mass of muscle, showing him lift his taut shirt to show off his big, round pectorals and nipples, leading lower to his muscled, round gut with definite abdominal definition. York's eyes fell lower and his throat tightened as the whale's pants were at his feet, sporting a pink, massive, and girthy erection, with his right hand almost totally hidden by its sheer size. Under the whale's shaft hung two pendulous testicles that dwarfed his bare kneecaps, which they dangled past, almost even with his calf muscles. York started to grin as he looked over the image, and chuckled as he noticed the whale's tail was smaller than his erection.

"How does he swim?" York asked aloud, and the voice on the phone responded with a barking laugh.

"Dunno, but he can! Ah see ya like that eh?" the voice asked.

"OH yeah. He's great!" York announced, wasting no time to voice his approval.

"Where'd you meet him?" York asked, taking his time to drink in the photo.

"He and Ah were in welding school t'gether. Ah can see he made it work for 'imself; he's gone half the year off in the Gulf weldin' underwater."

"I am totally down for this." York added, shifting to relieve the warmth and cramping space between his legs.

"Well good! Hey, Ah gotta git off here, Ah'll see ya t'morrow bud!" the voice said at last, before the call ended.

York closed a few apps, and then sat still as he went to crank his vehicle: a monster of a Jeep Wrangler Unlimited. In reality it was only its size since the orca was eight feet tall. With keys inserted he started his vehicle and drove away, almost speeding as he could tell he was excited to meet another whale.

He knew where he was headed: a bus stop, but traffic in Dallas was aggressive as usual. When the flow of traffic made him stop, he pulled up the image of the other whale once again and admired it, again musing to himself about the size of his tail.

"That tail ain't hiding nothing." he said to himself, actually smiling at the opportunity before him.

"Oh man..." York said with a sigh, keeping aware so he wouldn't hold up traffic with his daydreaming. And daydreaming he was, indeed. More likely fantasizing; the whale's appearance pressed every button he had. Again he shifted in his seat, actually using one of his hands to adjust his swelling manhood.

"Before I get my hopes up we'll see where the night goes." He said aloud, his hand tenderly stroking the bulging crotch in his heavy-duty, moisture trapping pants.

***** ***** *****

York pulled up to the bus stop and at first saw a dispersing crowd of furs disembark from a parked bus. York looked out of his vehicle to spot his passenger...whom he couldn't see just yet. The sun was beginning to set and many were trying to get to their destinations before dark.

"Huh..." he muttered to himself as he looked left and right, noting every species he'd seen, either for the first time or almost daily.

"Don't...see 'im..." he said, just before he had a flash of inspiration. He looked around one more time to make sure he couldn't find the humpback, and focused on hollowing his body to produce a series of unique sounds. The crowd of furs had drifted around his vehicle and others when York spotted him just ahead; just as dense and...shorter than he had expected, but no less appealing.

"MROOOOooo..." the orca announced, his mouth actually shut tight as the sound spread. The humpback stopped and looked around, actually surprised to hear from another oceaner in their language. The humpback responded in a few short clicks.

"Uhh, hey." he said, frozen in place, searching for the source of the sound. York watched and started to smile as he realized the whale couldn't find him. The orca released a few clicks and a low sound with a quick rise in tone at the end.

"Heh heh, that jeep'll run ya over lil' flipper, be careful..." York said, and he watched with rising glee as the grey whale glanced at the vehicle near him and scurried away from it, completely oblivious to the driver. York watched and tried not to laugh aloud but smiled as the whale moved to a grassy spot to look around more, and aside from the group York actually got to look at him: he wore orange cargo pants with a white tank top, and a Hawaiian-styled shirt over it. Every article of clothing he wore was either form-fitted or stretched over his impressive musculature. The disadvantaged whale returned a few short notes.

"Not tryin to be a dick but I got a ride to catch..." York translated, and he chuckled, returning more clicks and tones in seemingly random order.

"I AM your ride lil' flipper. We're gonna have some fun later on. And not gonna lie...I could stand to watch you all day. Yer a damn good lookin guy."

The humpback whale's head lowered when he got the translation, and he responded with a zip of clicks and tones.

"Well can ya get me outta the friggin sun, nameless oceaner?" he asked, and York ceded, realizing he'd had enough fun at the whale's expense. With a few low tones he gave guidance.

"The jeep. The one that woulda run you over, heh heh."

When the whale got the message his shoulders shifted as he realized the joke that had been played on him. He picked up his shirt and hurried to the vehicle, a smile slowly creeping across his face when he looked York's way, when he saw the orca's form. Shifting into a light jog he circled the huge vehicle and hopped into the passenger's seat, buckling himself in before he noticed how much the difference in size was between them. York was eight feet tall, and he himself was two feet shorter.

"Duff. Duff Macksy." The humpback said with a burly vocalization, extending his hand to York, who in turn shook it.

For a second, the briefest of moments, they tested each other's grip strength, silently judging one another before they arrived at the conclusion of mutual equality.

They released their grip of each other and sat silently for a moment before Duff asked a question.

"So, where is..." he began, and York followed up as if he could read Duff's thoughts.

"He'll be down to get ya tomorrow. But until then I get to have you, and I got a good idea of what we're gonna do." York said with a wink.

"Oh? You're gonna take me out?" Duff asked with an arched eyebrow.

"Yes I am, and I know a good place." The orca replied, before pulling out into the busy street.

***

York and Duff had driven about thirty minutes, and had found conversation easy. Duff wasn't open to many even if he wasn't offended by them.

"What do ya like to do, Duff?" York asked, trying to be hospitable, even with his interest.

"Well I weld offshore. But I'm gone so long I don't really have the chance to have fun or go out. I don't even have a car. I just have my groceries delivered." Duff said, and York nodded.

"I'm an engineer, among other things." York said lifting his arm to show Duff his green cord arm band.

"Yer safe with me. Not too many people can fuck with me on my level." York said, puffing out his chest in pride of his prowess.

"What's that for?" Duff asked, noticing how York identified with whatever they meant to him.

"Muai Thai. I've practiced for a long time now." The orca said, and Duff smiled, recognizing York's strength.

"I'm not a fighter. At all. Never even BEEN in a fight, really... I know I look like a monster but..." Duff trailed off, curling his left arm to make it flex.

"I was a small guy in the past. Bulked up to keep the wrong ones away." The humpback finished.

"Glad I'm not one of those guys Duff." York added, smiling over at the shorter whale.

"You're hot. Not gonna lie." York complimented.

"You...think so?" Duff asked.

"No one really looks my way. Heard all kinds of stuff in the past, not a lot of it was good on the ears." Duff admitted.

"They're dumb. Who would pass YOU up?" the orca asked, and Duff turned to look out the window as he thought about his answer.

"We're here man. Hope you like to drink!" York announced as they entered the parking lot of a simple looking bar and grill.

"Good food and good drinks. I'm not here all the time but I like it here." York rumbled as he parked his vehicle and unbuckled himself, and Duff followed his lead.

"I could really blow some cash in a place like this." Duff said, brazenly making his way to the entrance.

"You can blow something, alright..." York lewdly joked. Duff glanced at York and blushed, then entered the building with haste.

Immediately the cetaceans could smell sizzling seafood. There were aisles of billiard tables, a few dartboards, and the bar itself, and there was actually fewer people here than expected.

"Find us a table Duff... I'll get us started." York said, making his way to the bartender, a tall, one-eyed squirrel.

Duff scanned the numerous tables and selected one further away from the door. He turned and sat down, and York came back with a tray loaded with shot glasses.

"Gonna play a little game! Might help us loosen up." York said, arranging the glasses around the edge of the tray.

"Oh yeah? What kind of game?" Duff asked, ready to take on the challenge.

"Truths and lies. We each tell the other something about ourselves. If we guess right, the other drinks. If we get it WRONG, WE drink." York instructed, and Duff smirked. He felt confident in his ability to detect a lie when he heard one.

***

The game went on as both were into getting to know one another, resulting in four glasses of tequila left out of the twenty-four York ordered. It was York's turn, and he leaned back in his chair as he readied his statement. Both were buzzed and loose, but still lucid and agreeable.

"You don't think I'm good lookin'" York said, his mind going in circles. Duff blushed, and smiled as he sat back.

"Nope, lie. Drink, Yorka." Duff said, his eyes crossed with a grin as York picked up his shot glass and threw it back, slamming it on the table as he finished, beaming on the inside.

"Okay your turn!" York excitedly said, and Duff exhaled hot breaths as he readied his statement.

"No one wants to fuck me." He said, a little sullenly. York answered almost immediately.

"Nope, not true. Drink your tequila lil flipper." he said, and Duff flushed with warmth as he processed what York said.

"Yeah, yeah okay!" Duff said, happily snatching up his shot glass and tossed it back, and he exhaled a cloud of steam from his blowhole.

York looked at the last two glasses, and then to Duff who was glistening from the rise in his body heat: courtesy of their drinks.

"Last one for me" York began.

"I'm not your type." He said, and Duff chuckled. Then, he actually thought about York's appearance.

"Naw, yer damn handsome, guy. Drink." he said, and York's heartbeat sped up briefly as he learned the shorter, muscle-bound whale actually thought HE was good looking. York took he glass and gulped it, huffing as his breath carried the heat from his throat. Duff looked at the last glass, hesitant to vocalize his last statement. With courage, he leaned back to the table, and laid it bare for York.

"I'm a virgin." Duff said, and smiled at the challenge before York, who was totally still with indecision.

"No way..." the orca said. Duff smirked.

"Truth or a lie, Yorka. Truth or a lie."

York actually thought it through. There was no way this incredibly appealing whale had never been intimate with anyone. He decided to take a chance and call his bluff.

"Lie. There's no way." York said, and Duff's round face lit up.

"It's true. Drink." Duff admitted a little shyly, and York's jaw dropped.

"What? Really?" York said, finishing the last shot.

"..Yeah. I told ya: nobody had eyes for me..." Duff said, and York began to grin madly.

"I got eyes for ya. I'd LOVE to give you a good stuffin'." The orca said, the pressure between his legs returning.

"I'd LOVE to." He continued, and Duff's cheer-reddened face actually softened.

"Really?" Duff returned.

"Really. More than sure." York added, leaning back in his chair.

"I don't know what to do..." Duff continued, his head lowering despite the smile he had.

"Well don't worry... I'll handle everything. Believe me. Just let me get you home..." York started, standing as he hid some bills under the tray and began to leave.

"You're gonna drive?" Duff asked, standing to follow York.

"Nah, I live down the street." York responded, making his way to the bartender to explain. Thankfully no one would object to leaving their ride to walk if it meant no drunk drivers would be on the road.

"Oooh yeah let's get out of here." York said hurriedly, his excitement plain, and building.

*** *** ***

York kicked his front door open, carrying Duff in his arms, which was an impressive feat by itself. Stepping through the portal his booted heel kicked the door shut, and, looking each other in the eyes, both whales fell into a brief kiss that spawned more as they began to remove their clothes. First it was their shirts; Duff's was removed to reveal his taut abs and large, round pecs framed between his huge shoulders. York's followed, his solid body heaved in the dimly lit area of his hallway. Both offered the other's torso a hand to touch and explore with, and their lips met once again, feverishly wrestling their tongues against the other's. They had drifted back through the misty interior, York guiding Duff with memory alone: neither had their eyes open. They comically bumped into things on the way, too preoccupied to use their sonar until they found their destination. York's room was spacious, with a strong fog machine and his fancy bed. By then they were working their pants down, mutually assisting each other but York undid his zipper for the eyeful humpback. Once York unfastened his pants he pulled them down, his manhood bobbing to life. The orca had an equine flare with impressive length, and its girth was just under that of his wrist. Duff's eyes opened in surprise.

"Damn dude, wow..." he said in appreciation, and York crossed his arms to watch Duff do the same. Before his pants were down all the way he also pulled bulging his pink underwear down, and his own erection bobbed to full mast almost immediately. York was impressed, smiling as it was exactly like the photo, but seeing it in person was always different.

"You're BIG dude, wow..." the orca said, looking it over and settling on Duff's pendulous balls, which he jostled and cupped with a gentle hand.

Duff moaned.

"Uaaah..." he said, and York crept closer, bending a little to kiss him again, then all over, offering his tongue to lick the humpback's chest. Duff was a windstorm of labored gasps and pants, his hands moving over York's sturdy back and down to grip his firm rear. York chuckled; Duff was doing his best to explore York with his smaller hands, hefting the orca's own heavy pair. Their owner rumbled softly, and he stepped forward to press the blunt tip of his cock at Duff's chest, slowly thrusting up the crevice between the textured pecs of the humpback, softly butting it against Duff's lips. Duff himself took the initiative to open his mouth, fitting just over the flared head, licking and softly suckling it. York's head rolled in pleasure; with one hand he gently began to guide Duff's head further, gently adding length for him to work on with light instruction.

"Use your lips mo- There ya go, mmf..." he said softly, his eyelids lowered as Duff casually and cautiously serviced York's horsecock for the first time.

"Yer doin good, lil flipper, yeah..." he moaned softly, breathlessly. Duff bobbed his head along the portion of the thick shaft he could, his tongue lapping at the flesh between mouthfuls of York's drooling flare. York's hands roamed over Duff's massive, muscular shoulders, his broad latimus dorsi, and returning both hands to Duff's round head to guide him more.

"Take it deep for me..." York said, and Duff nodded around his mouthful as both hands pulled the whale's head further down his cock, gently but directly. Duff shuddered but kept strong as his lips met York's ring, stopping there and pulling free to heave gently, looking up to see his friend smiling down at him.

"What's next Killer?" Duff asked, and York responded by turning Duff so his back was facing him, and taking his short tail in his hand, York knelt to add his tongue to Duff's meaty glutes.

Duff shuddered and bent, his arms suspending him on York's footboard while the orca licked and prodded Duff's passage, going as far as to penetrate him with the slimy organ. Duff jumped and moaned, and York grinned as he began to work that back passage with intent, expertise, and passion driving him to do his best work while Duff suffered pleasures he had never known before. York gave one deeper plunge with his tongue, definitely satisfied with how slick Duff was back there, and shifted to place his throbbing member between Duff's meaty asscheeks. Drawing it back and forth his drooling flare left his precum in a sticky trail exactly where York wanted to, and then took Duff in his embrace.

"Here it comes... Let me know if you need to stop." He kindly offered, and Duff, who was awash with new sensations, nodded and heaved, his shoulders rising and falling with each breath. Still holding on to Duff's short tail he lifted it up, and softly pressed his large cock against the small pucker before it before he pressed against it and withdrew, repeating from a slightly stronger press, all the while watching Duff react. Each thrust drew a grunt from Duff's chest, and he still hadn't even pierced that virgin tunnel until he pressed in, softly expanding Duff's hole with his girth.

"Oooh, ooh fu-fuuuck..." Duff panted and York took note, slowly entering Duff as gently as possible. Duff was trembling, the searing spread of his hole was nothing he expected but he took it; each inch threatened to make him bellow out but he grabbed York's hand in his own to fight back.

"Fff- Uhhh... Fuck it's so full back there Yooork..." he said with a whimper, and the orca rubbed his shoulders in assurance, silently enjoying the privilege and sensation of an unclaimed hole. Duff looked back at York pitifully and met softened eyes, fully trusting the handsome hulk that he willingly allowed to violate his purity.

"I want the honor of doin you right your first time..." York softly followed, slowly pressing and withdrawing to enter deeper each time. Each of Duff's whimpers and twitches softened York's heart, calling him to caress and hold Duff close to him, still giving greater and greater depth, until he sat hilted against Duff's tight rump. Duff was a whimpering mess, held close to York's abs while he throbbed strongly inside of his new friend, before withdrawing just a bit to return with a pronounced "SLAM" that made Duff gulp and yelp. Once again, buried at his length he withdrew a little and slammed forward, keeping his eyes on the surprisingly tough whale as he began to hump him deeply, listening to the symphony of moans and grunts Duff was making.

Each deep thrust York delivered sounded off after a short while, fully stretching Duff out. He found he had placed his hands on his footboard to take York's pounding, his moans less labored now and more pleasured. York began to smile. He knew he wouldn't last all night but he could definitely have his fun, gripping Duff's shoulders and thighs as he thrust on as deeply as ever.

"Uh uh, ah ah aah, ooh, hooh, oh ho hol- *GULP* Ahfuck, fuck fckmmf, oooh, Yooork, Yooork!" Duff wailed, less loudly and more needy as his reached back and clamped onto the orca's thigh, which made the orca feel like a boss as he delivered his dutiful pounding.

"Sounds like yer likin this, huh Duffy?" he asked, softly panting as he had been working for about twenty minutes by now on Duff's poor, stretched hole.

"Ah uh, Fuck I, Nevvve-neverFUCK uh, haAH ufFUCK it's so big, it's so biiig York..." Duff blabbed uncontrollably. York raised an eyebrow.

"You like my big dick buddy? It's deep inside ya, lil flipper... My balls are right on yours and it feels so good..." he said hotly, leaning back a little to hammer Duff's rear a little more swiftly, making Duff hiccup with moans that the orca couldn't help but devour with his ego.

"I-I uhuhuhuhuhuh, Fuuuuhuhuhuhuhuhuckthat*GULP* Fuckfu, FUCK ME YOOOOORK! Ooooh OOOOOHHfuck, I, FUUUUCK!" Duff wailed, and York placed a hand on his back as he hammered on, returning to his original position to thrust deeply, drinking Duff's yelps and whimpers greedily. He honestly couldn't help but enjoy himself.

All at once York withdrew.

"GUH!" Duff gasped, and he turned to face York with beads of sweat dotting his flushed cheeks.

"Fuuck...Wh...What's next?" he asked, and York rubbed his chin.

"Get on the bed, we'll try something new." York instructed, and Duff took a step on legs that shook...for a moment. He crawled onto York's damp, cool bed and laid out, his eyes on the orca that was preceded by his big, drooling, swaying cock. He placed a knee on the mattress and took point behind the shorter whale, offering an arm to rest on, meeting eyes once again as York hilted him.

"Uuuaaahgahd!" Duff yelped, and York went to work again, both on their sides this time, eye contact unbroken. Duff once again grabbed York's hand, his mind blown with every inch of cock he took, and all at once York switched positions to fuck from behind, both now face to face, with Duff's heels on York's strong shoulders, looking at each other on either side of the whale's huge dick. At once the orca had an idea, and grabbed Duff's log in his arms, using one hand to rub the broad head with the other arm stroking it with a headlock, looking down at Duff slyly. It drooled huge dollops of precum onto Duff's chest, with his eyes wide as he noticed the bulge in his guts that repeatedly rose from within his body, with York thrusting downwards until he squatted, rolling Duff into a new position, still deeply buried within his well-stretched ass.

"Ready to make a mess for me bud?" York asked, briefly letting the whale catch his breath before hammering on hard, letting Duff vocalize his pleasure on top of his needy gasps.

"Guh, uh, ah, aah, aaahfuck, ooohfuck yeah, York you beast, fuck, fuck me man, fuckin fuck, me, ah ah ah aah aaah aaaaaah fuhuhuhuuck yeah, fuck..." Duff wailed, going so far as to thrust back, loosing cacophonous claps that had York grinning wide, his cock giving Duff's hole crazy spurts of precum that squirted free after a short while, and Duff looked under himself to see his massive cock slamming onto his chest and the bed under, stamping the sheets with puddles of his own precum welling deep from the orca's skillful drilling.

Suddenly Duff felt a new sensation. Each thrust York delivered made it stronger and he felt electrified from the orca's large breeder, the smacking of their swinging balls into one another, and every spot York touched inside his hole.

"Y-Yooork, I'm..." Duff started, and York noticed his hole trying to squeeze around his shaft.

(Holy shit, I think he's gonna do it!) the orca thought, and he hammered on strongly.

"Y-York I'm gonna, I think I'm, I'm cum! I'm cum I'm gonna cum! Oooh York you're gonna make cum!" Duff stammered, and with a final bellow Duff's whalecock exploded, shooting his cum feet ahead of himself as far as it would go, and he pressed back into York's crotch who in turn bathed his in the warmth and growing pressure around his shaft.

"Rnnnnnnng me too bud! AUUUUUUUUUUGH!!" he grunted, his orgasm impossible to resist, shooting his load deeply and deeper, bloating Duff a bit before it squirted free from the mounting pressure to wash his balls with their contents. Duff huffed and shuddered, and York shifted to press his hands to Duff's, their fingers laced as they trembled together, flexing back to abdominal muscles.

Soon afterwards Duff and York collapsed. They both drifted in and out, together, York holding Duff close, immense satisfaction in his eyes.

"How was it?" York asked, his breathing settling into its regular pace. Duff panted, totally limp.

"You rocked my world man..." Duff said, having collapsed into the puddle and trail of his own cum. His hole was ravaged, but he felt great pleasure, and comfort next to York's grinning face.

"I could totally do that again..." Duff said, and York rubbed along his side.

"I'd be happy to do it again." York responded softly.

"Yeah? You mean it?" Duff asked, beaming at his friend who was equally exhausted.

"We'll try some more things, and see what you like. I'm always ready." York said, his ego tripping from the events they had just enjoyed.

"C'mere..." York said, drawing Duff close so their foreheads met. With heavy limbs they embraced one another, and closed their eyes to rest in bliss.