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Sorry for the long absence! Life has been pretty crazy, and things really haven't slowed down. Despite that, I'm going to try and post more in the coming weeks. Hope you enjoy this very raunchy romp. Thanks for reading!

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Friday Afternoon

Intro to Linguistic Analysis

John's eyes were glued to the clock. All he wanted to do was race back to his dorm room, get his fur ready for dinner, and get on with his weekend. He feared that he was becoming obsessed. Things hadn't felt real until he received a clean bill of health from the local clinic. An STD test was required by Sebastian. The host had a cum fetish, and wanted others to be able to bareback in a safe environment. His dreams involved him servicing Rabbits while his roommate watched from the side. They were good dreams, but dreams that had the Wolverine making a mess in his sheets every night. The professor slammed a book down at the front of the lecture hall, snapping John's attention back to the board. He must not have been the only one spacing out.

"Now, vowels are different from consonants," The female Corgi professor began, "Phonetically, vowel sounds are open. In other words, the flow of air is always free and the vocal folds always vibrate with the sound."

The Wolverine let out a sigh and resumed taking notes. Vowel sounds were the last thing on his mind today. He wondered if the Rabbit from his roommate's book would be at the party tonight. His toes curled in his shoes as he thought about the potential meeting. He zoned out again as his professor started to discuss more of the differences between vowels and consonants. His notes turned into a series of illegible scribbles. He didn't snap out of it until the other students in the stuffed to capacity classroom started packing up.

He crammed his notebook and textbook back into his backpack and hurried out the door. John felt that he took very good care of his fur, but he wanted to make sure that he looked his best tonight. First, he needed to take another shower. Once he got good and wet, the next step was to comb his fur out. Finally, he had to blow dry himself from head to toe. That would make sure his fur was fluffy, and most importantly, clean enough to eat off of.

The dorms were only a 5 or so minute walk from the Linguistics Department, but the excited Wolverine hustled back in half the time. He flung the door open to his room and hurried inside. He was pretty sure he had a little bit of time before Scott was done with his classes, but he needed every second to make sure that his fur dried the right way. John stripped off his clothes and threw them in a heap onto his bed.

While his RA's had mentioned that walking to the showers in nothing but a towel was frowned upon, John didn't want to risk getting his good clothes wet before the party tonight. He wanted to follow the rules, but some things were just more important. He wrapped his light blue towel around his waist and strutted down the hall to the showers. The halls were quiet and the bathroom was even quieter. John wiggled a little as he hopped into his favorite shower. The light was broken, which made it the most relaxing shower on campus.

He hung the towel up on the door to the shower stall and stretched, letting out a little murr as his back and leg muscles stretched. His paw reached out to turn on the water, finishing his stretch off with an audible pop of his shoulders. Once the stream of water was sufficiently warm, the Wolverine stepped in. John took a deep breath and let himself relax for a few moments, letting his eyes close as the warm water sucked all the tension out of his body.

If someone would have told the Wolverine that he would have been getting ready for a sex party during his first weekend of the semester, he never would have believed them. His fingers ran through his fur, slowly teasing out the tangles that had crept in it since the last fur-maintenance session. It was high maintenance, to say the least, but John always found taking care of his fur to be totally relaxing. The added care was always noticed. When the Wolverine dressed up and took care to look nice, he always received compliments on just how radiant and fluffy his dark brown fur looked. Now, if he could get people to do the same for his body, he'd be set.

His ears perked up at the sound of the neighboring shower stall door opening up. The occupant of the stall next door cleared his throat and rapped his knuckles against the dividing wall between the two stalls.

"John?" Scott asked, "Is that you in there?"

"Yeah," John replied, "I thought you were in class till five?"

The Ferret chuckled and turned on his shower.

"Not on Fridays," He smirked, "Damn, had I known you were in there, I might have been a little flirtier."

John rolled his eyes. Ever since the pair had gone to the sex shop, Scott had gotten much more friendly with the Wolverine. John didn't reciprocate the behaviour but didn't tell Scott no, which only seemed to egg Scott on even more.

"What's stopping you now?" The Wolverine smirked, "Never bothered you before."

Scott let out a hearty chuckle.

"You sure you don't need any help with that fur of yours?" Scott said with a lusty growl, "It's gotta be hard to get the back done.'

Scott was on to something. After all, the Wolverine needed to look his best from the back, especially since he would just be wearing his new jockstrap tomorrow. John paused a moment. He trusted that his roommate wouldn't go too far.

"Actually, some help would be nice," John replied, "You just have to promise that you won't get too pawsy."

The Ferret turned off his faucet and hustled over to the Wolverine's stall with a series of loud bangs. John rolled his eyes and unlocked the door to his stall. Scott burst into the crowded stall, his clothes and towel balled up against his wet fur. He huffed and plopped his stuff down on the yellow bench attached to the stall wall.

"Nothing but a towel huh?" Scott smirked, "You're just breaking all the rules aren't you?"

John rolled his eyes and turned his back to the curtain as the Ferret stepped in behind him. He wasn't breaking any big rules, at least as far as he was concerned. It wasn't like they were throwing parties in their dorm room, yet. Scott was already planning something for the Sunday before Labor Day. John was already making plans to get out of it. He didn't drink and really didn't care to be around drunk people.

"If you want to help," John began, "Just use your fingers on my back fur. From the shoulders down if you would."

"Yes sir," Scott replied with a smirk, "All the way down to your paws huh?"

John closed his eyes as the Ferret started working on his fur. It felt good, especially when Scott used his paws to knead the Wolverine's back. He sighed and pushed back against the Ferret. Since he was here, he might as well enjoy his company.

"Keep an ear out for people coming in," John said with a quiet murr, "We don't want to get caught."

Scott let out another chuckle, his paws starting to move lower. His muzzle rested on the slightly shorter male's shoulder.

"What are you gonna do?" He whispered into the Wolverine's ear, "How are you gonna keep quiet?"

The Ferret took his attention off of John's fur and started to massage the Wolverine's back. John bit back a moan and shuddered. Scott had talented paws. His whole body tingled as the Ferret's nimble fingers worked into his tired muscles. He didn't know he had needed a massage until he was getting one. One of those paws moved down low and groped over the Wolverine's rump, making him gasp and let out a little, surprised moan.

"I thought I told you not to get pawsy," John bit his lip as both paws moved to work through the fur above his rump, "You can't be breaking the rules back there."

"Don't worry," Scott punctuated with another squeeze of the Wolverine's rump, "I'll behave for now. After this party though, you might have some problems."

"I doubt that," John smirked, "I thought you only liked topping prey."

"Who said I'd be topping?" The Ferret replied, "Maybe I want you bending me over my bed frame. I got a nice ass too."

John laughed. Nothing about him or his personality implied that he'd be amicable to that. Maybe if Scott was the one doing the humping, he'd be much more open to the idea. After all, he had seen his roommate's dick in action. One of those dreams had Scott pumping him like a feral beast in heat. The Ferret gave the Wolverine another squeeze and pulled away.

"We should get you dried off," The Ferret sighed, "There'll be time to fool around later. How long do you think it will take?"

The Wolverine shrugged.

"I'll have to do it with a hair dryer," John began, "Shouldn't take more than an hour."

Scott gasped as John turned off the water.

"An hour?" He asked, "Seriously? But our ride gets here in an hour and a half. How are you going to get ready by then?"

The Wolverine rolled his eyes and stepped out of the shower. He gave his fur a quick shake to expel the excess wetness that clung to it and wrapped the towel around his waist.

"I'll make it just fine," John replied, "You'll see."

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2 hours later

John sat in the backseat of Sebastien's Black Rolls Royce with his paws tucked underneath his backpack. He elected to wear something simple, a tee-short and a pair of shorts with nothing on underneath them. Scott had said the odds that he'd wind up getting with someone tonight were low, but he wanted to be as flirty as possible nonetheless. Unfortunately for the Wolverine, he only owned one item of remotely flirty clothing. He'd save the skimpy jockstrap for tomorrow and then go out and buy more clothes as soon as possible.

When Scott had told the Wolverine just how far out of the city the Armadillo lived he couldn't believe it. Why would he drive that far to pick the two of them up when he had a party to host? It made perfect sense once the Ferret got in the car, they were all over each other, almost like a newlywed couple. If John didn't know any better, he'd have sworn that the two of them were dating. While they weren't kissing or rubbing up on each other, both of the males in the front seat did their best to make John feel included.

"So we're almost there," Sebastien began, "Are you nervous John? It's okay if you are. This kind of thing can take some getting used to."

John blinked. Even though the questions on the way out had gotten pretty invasive, he wasn't aware that he gave off the impression of nervousness.

"I'm okay," John replied, "Just excited."

"He's hoping for a Rabbit dom," Scott smirked, "You got any coming out tonight?"

Sebastien thought for a moment as he got on the exit ramp off of the highway. He chuckled and nodded. John leaned forward, ears perked and curiosity piqued.

"Well you already know Cathy is going to be there," The Armadillo began, "But I'm sure that's not what he's looking for."

"We're looking for a hunk," Scott chuckled, "A real manly man."

"He doesn't have to be a hunk," John said with a blush, "Or even a Rabbit. I'm going to have fun no matter what. Even if I don't wind up hooking up with anyone."

"You aren't going to have to worry about that," The Armadillo smiled, "Buck is coming."

Scott blushed hard.

"Buck?" Scott asked, "Holy shit..."

He looked back at the Wolverine with wide eyes.

"You're introducing yourself to Buck," Scott continued, "He is just your type, and more importantly, he's the hottest fucking guy I know."

John blushed even harder and leaned back against his chair. Was he really good looking and interesting enough to get the attention of a guy like that? His mind wandered with thoughts of what the Rabbit would look like. He saw a tall and slender Snowshoe hare with short white fur and a cocky smile. Scott leaned forward and started to text someone furiously. John was too busy daydreaming to care. The car pulled onto a dirt road and rolled along for another 10 minutes while the Wolverine's thoughts got even raunchier. John looked out the window, and immediately gasped at the sight of the Armadillo's house.

It was huge, at least three stories not counting the garage. Scott had mentioned that the Armadillo had a pool, hot tub, and a huge back deck. The balcony along the front of the house already looked bigger than John had thought a structure like could possibly be. He gulped. Now he was getting nervous. The Rolls Royce drove into the garage and stopped.

"Well here we are," Sebastien smiled, "Go ahead and go upstairs to the kitchen John. Scott and I have something to talk about."

John nodded and stepped out of the car, slinging his backpack over his back as he did so. He walked towards the stairs up out of the garage. He looked over his shoulder just in time to watch his roommate jumping into the Armadillo's lap. They had to be a thing. He blushed and hurried up the stairs. It was a long stairwell; way too long than made sense. It wasn't the most ergonomic, but if you made the money to pay for this place ergonomics were probably the least of your concerns.

The Wolverine passed a door with a yellow Post-it note arrow pointing up the stairs, followed by another one. The kitchen must have been on the top floor. While it would suck to be the one who had to carry groceries up the stairs, the view must be glorious. He stopped at the top of the stairs and put his handkerchiefs in his back pocket. It may have been early, but there was no reason not to be prepared. John stepped into the large modern kitchen and gasped. It had huge floor to ceiling windows that acted as a wall. They overlooked the peaks of the Sierra Nevadas. The menagerie of Furs standing in the kitchen turned to look at the newcomer. He felt a beat of nervousness as they sized him up, and then elation as the mixed species group practically cheered.

"A Wolverine!!!" A female grey-furred Hare, probably Cathy, shrieked out, "Oh my gosh how cute!"

John blushed hard and smiled. The crowd was split about 50:50 male and female and 50:50 predator and prey species. Most of them were dressed in similar clothes to John, fun and not formal. A couple, including Cathy, were already in their fetish clothes. Cathy was nude, save for a chain collar and an open black leather vest. Before John could react, the taller woman hugged him close and squeezed his head into her bare breasts.

"Let me get you some punch and get to know you better!" She smiled, "I'm Cathy!"

John couldn't even return the embrace before Cathy broke it off and ran off to the punch bowl. He set his backpack down beside the door to the kitchen and looked back up towards the party.

"John," He said to her retreating back, "I'm uh, Scott's roommate."

"Scott's here too!" Her tail wiggled as she ladled out two glasses of ruby-red punch, "Oh good. It's always nice to have that handsome fella here."

She turned and practically shoved one of the plastic glasses into John's empty paws. The Hare flashed the Wolverine a winning smile. Cathy was clearly more extra than the typical extrovert. John just returned the smile and did his best to keep up.

"So," Cathy moved to John's side, "What brings a young buck like you out to one of Sebastien's shindigs?"

John sipped his punch with a blush. She had to know what brought the young Wolverine here. The intent behind her question became clear. Her paw roamed over John's arm, teasing the fur at the arm of his tee-shirt.

"Scott said I was looking for a guy named Buck," John blushed, "He and Sebastien said he was my type."

"Oh," Cathy frowned and pulled her paw back from the Wolverine's arm, "I was hoping you were straight."

She leaned back against the counter and sipped her punch.

"It seems all the newcomers are gay guys," She continued, "It's been awhile since I've had someone new to play with."

John kept his mouth shut. It wasn't his fault Cathy was out of luck.

"I won't keep you waiting then," Cathy said with a smirk, "He's already here, probably out on the back porch having a smoke."

John's nose wrinkled at the thought. A smoker? Really? He took another sip of his punch and prepared to say his goodbyes to the Hare. She must have had other plans, and left with a squeal as Scott walked in. He took the opportunity to make his way to the back deck. A tall, grey-furred, shirtless Rabbit stood with his back to the party, a tendril of smoke from a hidden cigarette snaking upwards from his fingers. John could already tell the Rabbit was attractive enough by his defined back and shoulders to make up for the smoking habit. He took a deep breath and tried to think up a flirty way to introduce himself.

"H-hey," He began with a blush, "I'm John."

Buck chuckled and turned to face the Wolverine. His front was even prettier than his back. His chest and belly fur was short and white, and framed his muscles perfectly.

"You're the guy Sebastien and Scott texted me about?" The Rabbit looked John up and down, "They were right. You are a cute one."

John's blush deepened. Scott's frantic texting in the front seat all made sense now. He calmed his nerves and walked up to the taller Rabbit's side. Buck chuckled and turned to look back over the scenery in front of the house.

"Thanks," John began, "Any chance you'd be interested in, you know, hooking up this weekend?"

Buck took a drag of his cigarette and chuckled.

"Here I thought you were a shy kind of guy," Buck replied, "And yet you just cut right to the chase."

John chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I mean," The Wolverine began, "That's what this whole weekend is about right?"

"I'm just messing with you kid," The Rabbit smirked, "I'm always down to fool around with fresh blood. What are you into?"

John reached back and pulled the two handkerchiefs out of his left pocket. Buck's eyebrow raised as the Wolverine pushed the pieces of cloth into his hands.

"Hanky code huh?" Buck chuckled, "Haven't seen that in a long time."

"It was Scott's idea," John replied, "I didn't think you were that old. Unless, you are that old?"

"You mean you can't tell?" The Rabbit rolled his eyes, "How old do I really look?"

John blushed and chuckled. He already liked the older Rabbit.

"Oh I don't know," He said after a short pause, "35?"

"Close kid," Buck took one last trade of his cigarette and extinguished it on the railing, "Thank you for the compliment though."

The Wolverine moved beside the older Rabbit, crossing his paws over the railing. Buck smirked and took the opportunity to run his paws down John's back.

"Why don't we sneak off somewhere?" He began as he stuffed the two handkerchiefs into John's back pocket, "We've got some time before everyone gets here."

John blushed hard and looked down at his paws. He knew he should meet everyone, even if he already picked his first partner for tomorrow. He shuddered as the Rabbit got closer to him, one paw rubbing over his chest while the other teased the top of his rump.

"Isn't there a dinner party?" John asked with a little moan, "I think Scott wanted me to meet people."

Buck chuckled and snaked a paw into the Wolverine's shorts. He let out a little groan as his paw groped over John's rump under his shorts. Buck let out a dirty groan as his fingers curled in the Wolverine's luscious fur.

"You'll get to meet them tomorrow" The Rabbit replied, "And besides. Scott will text us when the food is done. If we're busy, we'll get him to bring us a plate."

"O-okay Buck," John let out a blush and a shaky moan, "Where would we go?"

The Rabbit gave the Wolverine's rump one more grope before pulling his hand back up to rest on John's lower back. John squeezed up against the rabbit and brought a paw up to rub over Buck's muscular chest and abs. He barely managed to stifle a needy whine. His mental image of sex-party clientele had been totally flipped. He never imagined he'd have the chance to get with someone as sexy as this.

"It's probably tacky to go to the bedrooms this early," The Rabbit replied and pointed towards a set of wooden stairs on the far side of the deck, "The upstairs deck has a really nice hot-tub. Maybe we could go up there. Get to know each other a little better before the big night tomorrow."

John blushed and looked down at his foot paws as Buck took one last drag of his cigarette. The Rabbit smirked and grinded it out on the railing before tossing it into the ashtray.

"You can go back into the party if you want John," Buck gave the Wolverine's side a comforting scritch, "Scott did say that this was your first time doing this sort of thing. It's fine to be nervous."

"I'm not nervous," John chuckled unconvincingly, "Well, not that nervous. I just didn't bring a swimsuit."

Buck raised an eyebrow and laughed.

"Neither did I kid!" The Rabbit replied with a grin, "You really think we're gonna be the first nude people screwing around in that hot tub?"

John blushed harder and returned the laugh with a smile. That poor hot-tub had probably seen all sorts of crazy things in its day. Buck's arm wrapped around the Wolverine's waist.

"What do you say?" Buck asked, "Want to give it a shot?"

John blushed and rubbed over Buck's arm with a paw.

"I mean," He replied, "It depends on how far you want to go."

The Rabbit kissed the Wolverine on the top of the head and chuckled softly. Even with the lingering smell of cigarettes clinging to the Rabbit's fur, John could make out Buck's masculine, musky scent. He blushed harder. It would be even stronger once he was out of these clothes.

"Let's just aim for first base for now," Buck said with a smirk, "We can move on from there if we wind up really liking each other."

John squeezed the Rabbit's arm and started to walk with him toward the stairs. Buck smiled and let his bunny tail wiggle with excitement. The Wolverine blushed and beamed. Even after going to a bunch of these parties and hooking up with all sorts of guys, Buck was still excited to get with him. His heart practically jumped for joy. It almost quashed the growing nervousness that built in his stomach as they approached the hot-tub; and peaked when Buck broke away to strip off his shirt and pants. The Rabbit wasn't wearing anything under those light-washed and form-fitting jeans. John's jaw dropped as he watched the Rabbit's butt bounce and jiggle in the moonlight as he stepped into the bubbling hot tub.

That butt was enough to make the Wolverine question the positions of the handkerchiefs in his back pocket. At least until Buck turned around to show off his bare, muscular torso, thick light-brown sheath, and heavy, plump balls. It made John wish he was in the tub already, watching that package bounce with each step. The Bunny turned around and looked over the gawking Wolverine with a smirk.

"Are you coming or what?" Buck began, "I wouldn't have drug you up here with me if I had known you'd be such a creep."

John gasped indignantly.

"I'm not a creep!" He replied, "I'm just enjoying the view!"

John made a show to look around the deck. The view was honestly good enough to warrant standing outside of the hot tub a little while longer. The snowcapped and moonlit mountains framing the city below were picturesque. John could imagine coming back out here for another party and enjoying this view just as much as the sex.

"Well get in here!" Buck replied, "I want to see that cute little butt of yours."

The Wolverine stripped off his shirt and walked towards the tub. He felt much less confident without the jockstrap on. Buck watched intently with a lewd smirk that turned into a grin as John's paw undid his shorts and loosened them. He stepped out of them and let them fall along with his shirt in a pile beside the Rabbit's clothes. John stepped up on the rim of the hot tub and quickly removed his black flip flops. Buck chuckled and turned back around to watch the Wolverine's rump as he climbed into the tub. The Rabbit licked his lips and walked toward the far wall of the hot tub, closest to the railing of the deck.

"Is the view any better from here?" Buck chuckled and stood up, "It's warmer at least."

John leaned forward to look over the mountain valley below again, inadvertently pushing the top curve of his rump up above the water's surface. He shifted his weight as he looked around, shaking it provocatively in the process. The Rabbit chuckled dirtily and walked up behind the Wolverine. John gasped and tensed up as Buck slowly drug his thick sheath between his plump butt cheeks. He didn't need his jockstrap anymore, especially once he felt the Rabbit's cocktip grinding up into his taint and tight pucker.

"I thought," John blushed and moaned as he pressed back, "I thought we were just going to first base."

Buck's paws came down on either side of the Wolverine's hips as he started to hump against John's plump butt. The college freshman was in heaven, he could only imagine just how good it was going to feel once the Rabbit was all the way out of his sheath. John could already tell that Buck was bigger than the Badger he had lost his virginity to. Hopefully, Buck would be gentle. One of the rabbit's paws moved up to grab on the Wolverine's shoulder.

"Then straighten up," Buck practically growled as he tugged back and up on John's shoulder, "Push that little butt back, and open your muzzle for me."

John straightened up and parted his mouth with a whine. Buck wasted no time in pulling John close and violently jamming his tongue into the Wolverine's muzzle with a lusty growl. It was sloppy, rough, and so fucking hot. The rough treatment had John's cock sprang to attention. The Rabbit raised an eyebrow and brought his paw down to slowly stroke over that slender Wolverine meat. John's cock was not the biggest, or the thickest, but he thought it was enough to get the job done. Buck pulled away from the younger male and chuckled.

"Scott and Sebastian weren't lying when they said you were green," Buck murred as his paws groped over the Wolverine's plump ass, "Tell me kid. Have you ever been dommed before?"

John nodded and moaned as the Rabbit's thumb snuck between his cheeks and pressed down on his tight pucker.

"Mmmnh, y-yeah," John began, "I was on bottom for my first time. My only time."

Buck smirked and gave one of John's cheeks a light spank.

"So you got topped," Buck replied, "You got made love to. Lots of kissing, paw holding, lovey-dovey type stuff?"

John blushed hard and nodded.

"It was my first time," John shuddered against the taller male, "Mmmn, was a lot of firsts. First kiss, first time with a cock in my muzzle, first time getting one under my tail."

The Rabbit chuckled and ground up against the Wolverine's rump hard. John let out a low hiss of discomfort as Buck's cockhead pressed against his tailstar. For a moment, he honestly though the Rabbit was going to start fucking him dry. Buck rubbed under the Wolverine's chin.

"Don't worry kid," Buck smirked, "I'll take care of you before we come to that."

He slowly groped and rubbed over both of the Wolverine's cheeks, pulling them apart to look at his winking tailhole.

"We might as well give you some practice for tomorrow," The Rabbit moved a paw up to his muzzle, "You want to make some nice guy really happy don't you?"

Buck looked back over his shoulder at the Rabbit as two of those fingers disappeared into his muzzle. The Wolverine blushed hard.

"And what if I want to make you happy?" John asked, "I'm a fast learner and, well, you're the hottest guy I've seen here."

"Really?" Buck asked with a smirk as he pulled his fingers out from his muzzle, "I figured a cute little cockslut like you would be naked on the couch fully open to anyone that wanted a tight liltte ass to fuck. Scott made it sound like you wanted the full experience."

John bent down a little and lifted his short tail for the Rabbit. Was pushing his ass out on the couch and getting fucked all night by strangers an option? He shuddered as one of the Rabbit's spit slicked fingers ran up and down his taint, not quite teasing his pucker yet.

"Maybe I wanna start with you," The Wolverine let out a breathy moan as the Rabbit's finger started to press against his pucker, "Then I'll find the couch if I'm not satisfied."

Buck smirked and pressed his finger in hard. John cried out in pleasure, his rump pushing back into the Rabbit's finger.

"You're a mouthy little brat, aren't you?" Buck chuckled, "I like that. You really want to start off with me? I'm gonna work you, hard."

John shivered and nodded as that finger started to slowly work it's way in and out of his tight hole. The other lubed up finger moved down and pressed into the Wolverine's rump.

"I want to start with you," John huffed and spread his legs a little to better accommodate that finger, "I want you to show me the ropes."

Buck smirked and pushed the Wolverine's head down, bending him all the way over and pressing his head down against the rim of the hot tub. John panted and whined as those fingers scissored and pressed in deep within him. The Rabbit knew exactly where to push. Each brush of those fingers made John's knees weak. How could Buck's fingers feel better than the Badger's cock? John moaned and let his tongue loll out.

"So," The Wolverine smirked, "What's the safe word?"

"Um stop?" Buck scoffed, "But you do have a point. We should lay down some ground rules. First things first, if I ask you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable or causes you pain in a way you don't like you tell me to stop."

His free paw came down hard on the Wolverine's rump.

"So far, I think you've been okay with everything we've done so far," Buck licked his lips and chuckled dirtily as he watched his fingers disappear into the Wolverine's tight hole, "Second, you call me Sir. Not Buck, not baby, not daddy. Sir. I'm taking charge, and I want respect. Disrespect will be punished."

John blushed and nodded. So far that sounded agreeable to him. He moaned and huffed as those fingers pulled back and the Rabbit's hips pressed back against his rump.

"So, my new little fucktoy," Buck smirked as he rubbed over the Wolverine's hips, "Why don't you pull the lube out of my back pocket and hand it up to me."

John paused for a moment. Why did the Rabbit have lube in his back pocket? It seemed like a strange place to keep it. The fact that he was at a sex party, even though he was about to have sex in a stranger's hot tub, was totally lost on him until his fingers brushed against the fresh bottle of lube. He grabbed it and brought it up to Buck's paws.

"Here you go," John began with a blush, "Anything else I can do for you... sir?"

The Wolverine wiggled with excitement as he heard the Rabbit flick off the top and spurt a liberal amount into his paw. His paw worked the lube over his hard cock before letting it drop against John's pucker with a loud smack. He chuckled and licked his lips.

"Just keep that pretty butt of yours pushed back as hard as you can," He panted as he lined his head up with the Wolverine's hole, "And don't hold back. I like my boys loud."

Buck leaned forward and kicked one of the Wolverine's legs up on the bench seat of the hot tub. John breathed deep and slow, trying to relax as the Rabbit's cockhead pressed against his pucker. He let out a sharp exhale as it popped into his tight rump. Buck hesitated for a moment and then pushed the rest in with a smooth motion. Moaning extra loud would not be a problem. It already felt better than his slow and careful first time with the Badger, this position seemed to make it even easier. The Rabbit chuckled as he bottomed out in the Wolverine's ass.

"So kid," The Rabbit moved his paws down to rest on either side of the Wolverine's hips, "This good?"

"Yes sir," John let out a little moan as he lowered his front onto the edge of the hot-tub, "It's very good."

Buck slowly rolled his hips, barely moving his cock as he did so. John moaned and huffed, pressing back as hard as he could into the Rabbit's hips. The Rabbit moaned dirtily and stopped moving, making John whine with need.

"Please?" The Wolverine asked, "I need you inside me... I-I"

The Rabbit smirked and gave John's rump a slap.

"I am inside you," Buck slowly started to pull his cock back, "If you can't tell, maybe you should find someone else."

John bit his lip and slammed his hips back as hard as he could as the Rabbit pulled back. He saw stars and moaned even louder.

"Damn kid," Buck laughed and gave the Wolverine's rump another slap, "Did I tell you to do that?"

John whined and hung his head.

"No," He began, "Sir... I'm sorry."

Buck chuckled and rubbed over the Wolverine's lower back.

"I'll forgive you," The Rabbit chuckled, "Now let me give my eager new bitch the pounding he deserves."

The Rabbit started to thrust hard with the full length of his cock, slapping his hips against the Wolverine's plump rump. John cried out loudly and threw his head back in pleasure. Water sloshed around the pair with each thrust, splashing up whenever Buck slammed in extra hard. John quickly got hard, his cock leaving its furred prison and bobbing below him with each thrust of the Rabbit's hips.

"Mmm, you got a nice dick for a needy little cockslut," Buck chuckled as he reached his paw down to stroke over John's member, "I bet you're close already."

John huffed and whined. It was embarrassing, but he could already feel his release building up in his loins. The Rabbit hunched over and sped up his thrusts, making the Wolverine pant and groan with need. Buck's phone rang in his pockets. It buzzed loudly against the wood of the deck and took the Wolverine's mind off of the wonderful fullness in his rear.

"Mmm be a dear and answer that," The Rabbit began, "It's probably Scott asking if we want dinner."

The Wolverine reached his paw down to pull Buck's jeans closer. His fingers closed around the phone just as the Rabbit jackhammered his hips against the Wolverine's a couple of times.

"W-wait," John gasped, "You can't do that. They're gonna know."

Buck chuckled and kept up the rapid-fire thrusting. John cried out and pushed his hips back. His knees wobbled and cock drooled pre. Each of the Rabbit's thrusts brushed his prostate. A direct hit would push him over the edge. He was sure of it.

"What if I want them to know?" Buck murred, "You gonna make me stop?"

John paused and let out a loud moan.

"N-no," The Wolverine gasped and shuddered, "No sir."

"That's what I thought," The Rabbit chuckled, "Now answer it before it goes to voicemail."

The Wolverine shuddered and moaned as he picked up the phone and brought it to his ear. Buck continued his savage pace. His fingers dug into the Wolverine's sides and pulled him back into each thrust. John took a deep breath and answered the call.

"Y-yeah," John panted, "This is Buck's phone."

"Hey John," Scott chuckled from the other end, "Do you two lovebirds want dinner?"

John bit back a loud moan as the Rabbit came tantalizingly close to hitting his love button. He looked up at the huffing and moaning Rabbit.

"Do you want dinner?" John asked, "S-sounds like it's done."

Buck licked his lips.

"Depends," Buck began, "What are we having?"

"Buck," John hung his head and let out a low breathy moan, "He wants to know what we're having."

The Rabbit smacked the Wolverine's rump hard enough for Scott to hear. John blushed. He can't have wanted to be called sir over the phone.

"I'd rather have what you're having," Scott chuckled, "But we got a little chicken souvlaki and greek salad action going on down here."

John huffed and whined. He'd never had Greek food before, but honestly, it seemed very appropriate.

"Chicken souvlaki and greek salad," The Wolverine relayed, "Would you like a plate sir?"

Buck nodded and growled with lust.

"Two plates to the upstairs hot tub please," John began, "Make mine small... I don't know if I'd- AHHHHNNN!"

The Wolverine closed his eyes and cried out in pleasure as Buck angled his hips and slammed into his prostate dead on. His toes curled and body went rigid as his cock shot rope after rope of Wolverine cream into the rolling hot-tub water. Scott chuckled on the other end of the phone.

"Holy shit! Had I known I was gonna miss the fireworks I'd have just brought the food," Scott laughed, "I'm gonna try and get up before the big finish. I wanna see Buck pump a heavy load under your tail."

John let the phone fall from his paws as Buck slowed his thrusts. The thought of his roommate coming up to watch the pair finish was so wrong. The Wolverine blushed, it was so hot though. It would have been even hotter if he had come up to investigate without telling him.

"Mmm, you're so tight kid," Buck rubbed along the Wolverine's lower back, "Did he say anything."

"He'll be right here," John replied, "He said he wanted to make it in time for the big finish sir."

Buck picked up his pace again, driving forward hard enough to make the Wolverine's footpaws slide and slip against the bottom of the hot-tub. The Rabbit leaned forward and nibbled on the Wolverine's ear.

"Mmm, better get myself close then," Buck growled into the Wolverine's ear, "Let me know if I go too hard. Don't want to break my new boy."

John blushed hard and smiled. The thought of being Buck's new boy made his stomach flutter. He pressed his hips back, eager to show that he was a good lay.

"Don't worry sir," The Wolverine blushed, "I want all you have to give. I want Scott to watch you claim me."

Buck smirked and straightened up.

"Big words kid," The Rabbit replied as he totally pulled his cock out of the Wolverine's rump, "I'll let you think about what they mean when we finish."

He slammed his cock back in and pulled himself up on top of John's back. The Wolverine cried out as he was pressed down hard against the edge of the hot tub. His legs shook under the Rabbit's onslaught but he kept his butt pressed up and back. Buck moaned appreciatively as he bottomed out in the Wolverine with a loud smack with each thrust. The porch door opened from behind the rutting pair. John blushed and moaned out loudly, his cock hardening again at the thought of his roommate watching.

"Oh my god," Scott said with a lewd chuckle, "He's gonna be too tired to play tomorrow."

Buck grit his teeth and kept up his rough pace. His breathing was getting ragged now and his thrusts lost some of their rhythm.

"He's a good boy," Buck murred, "He'll keep being a good boy tomorrow. Isn't that right John?"

John moaned and gasped in pleasure, his tongue lolling out as his body rocked under the force of his thrusts. Scott walked around to the front of the hot tub with two piping hot plates of food in his paws. His jeans were tented already. John breathed deep and moaned even louder. The Ferret smelled so good.

"Yes sir," John huffed and panted, "I'll keep lifting my tail."

Scott set the plates down beside the pair and pulled up a lawn chair. He had front row seats to the debauchery now. Had he been here earlier, he would have been in the splash zone.

"Just for you," Scott asked as his paws reached down to tease his bulge through his jeans, "Or can I have a turn."

Buck smirked and grit his teeth.

"Mmmph I suppose you deserve co-ownership," The Rabbit chuckled and let out a low groan, "After all... you found me this perfect little bitch."

John blushed hard and moaned even louder. He didn't expect to love dirty talk this much. The thought of being the Rabbit's fuck toy was arousing enough, but having Buck and Scott treat him like this. The thought made his mouth and cock drool.

"Now," Buck squeezed John tightly, "I'm about to fill this little slut."

John cried out with pleasure as the Rabbit bent over him possessively and held him tightly. His tongue rubbed against the faux-wood side of the tub. Scott chuckled and watched, clearly enthralled by the lewd performance. Buck bit down on the Wolverine's shoulder and slammed in deep and slow a few more times. He moaned into John's thick scruff and pressed him down hard. His toes curled and hips trembled as he came hard. John let out a satisfied whine, a smile forming on his face as he was filled full of lapine kit-batter.

Buck held on tightly, humping each spurt into John's used hole. Finally, after what seemed like a blessed eternity Buck pulled his thick cock out and slapped the Wolverine on the rump.

"You did good kid," Buck chuckled as he walked over and picked up his plate, "We can bunk together tonight if you like. You seem like the type who'd appreciate it."

John panted and sat up on the edge of the tub, blushing hard at the sight of Buck's essence dripping from his well used hole. Scott chuckled and sat beside him, his paw moving down to caress the inside of the Wolverine's thighs.

"Figured we could share a plate," Scott licked his lips and looked over the well used Wolverine, "But I want payment."

Scott collected a dollop of Buck's seed on two of his fingers and held it in front of the Wolverine's mouth. John blushed hard, he didn't need to be told twice. He opened his muzzle and moaned as the Ferret pushed those fingers in. Buck tasted amazing, just like he thought he would. It was just the right combination of salt and sweet, with the added bonus of coming out of one of the hottest males he'd ever met.

"What a good boy," Scott chuckled, "Now, don't swallow and leave that muzzle open for me..."

The Ferret pulled his paw back and leaned in closer to kiss the Wolverine on the lips. His tongue quickly replaced his fingers and slid nice and slow over John's tongue. The Ferret spread that sample between both of their muzzles, making John huff and pant into the kiss. Scott tilted his head and leaned in closer, pushing the Wolverine's head back to further press his tongue in. John trembled and huffed. His roommate was an amazing kisser.

"Okay you two," Buck smirked and replied with a full mouthful of the pita sandwich, "No sense in letting your food get cold. You can fuck around in your dorm room all week if you really want to."

John blushed as the Ferret pulled away. There was no reason this had to end after this weekend. He was sure Scott would be more than happy to keep things up any night the Wolverine wanted. Scott chuckled and forked up a bite of salad and souvlaki topping for the blushing Wolverine. He leaned forward and took it into his muzzle with a murr. Scott chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Good boy," Scott licked his lips, "Can't wait to see what else you'll put in your muzzle."

The Wolverine savored the food and wiggled with excitement. All he could think about was what the next day had in store. For now though, food came first.

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