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Our Podunk town was nothing special. Resting comfortably amid dense forest somewhere between Lakes Superior and Michigan in the Upper Peninsula, we could barely even be considered a municipality if it weren't for the new superstore by the highway. It didn't provide much (good) entertainment. Especially during the harsh winters. Unless you were rich enough to drive out of town, the best way for high schoolers like myself to have fun was by partying. Luckily for me and my best buddy Wayne, one of our classmates hosted one on a particularly boring weekend mid-January.

Wayne and I loved these parties. Most of the time, if the parents weren't visiting relatives in Lower Michigan or going on a second, third, or fourth honeymoon, then the parents likely hosted it for teens all around the neighborhood. They were the sort of 'cool parents' as bored with small town shenanigans as the next angsty boy or girl. Only they could mildly control things from going really too far. At least, until they too got plastered beyond belief.

Wayne and I made it across the front lawnto one of these parties, the broad-shouldered wolf wagging his tail with mine as the music practically echoed like waves over our frozen, furry cheeks. We'd turned eighteen months ago, but nobody hesitated to hand us a beer as we shed our coats and boots into the corner pile. As a tall river otter, I needed an extra minute or two in front of the lit fireplace, but not before downing a shot of whiskey that Wayne handed me.

"Shit's fantastic!" I coughed happily over the loud music. "What we got for tonight, dude?"

"Kendra, Liz, Margie, and those two vixens from gym class, but I don't know who else," he barked into my ear. "I wanna get wasted first!"

I wished for more though. I didn't care about gulping down as much beer and whiskey as possible. My ex-girlfriend for the previous several months suddenly decided to break up one month after she moved away to Rivière. And like most of the lonely losers joining me, I didn't want romance. I wished to fuck somebody.

Several hours later and I did, but not before inevitably getting drunk off my ass though. Damn Wayne, damn girls with some self-esteem, and damn peer pressure. Could you blame me for having at least one sip?

I woke up the next morning, still at the party house and struggling to open my eyes. It was an hour or so before dawn, thanks to the window in the otherwise unoccupied bedroom. Well, unoccupied stay for one more fur sleeping next to me in bed. Unlike me, Wayne's shirt and pants were discarded on the floor, likely kicked away because the wolf preferred sleeping in his underwear.

The door to the presumably guest bedroom was closed. A few more partygoers could be heard watching the TV downstairs, but otherwise, the rest of the entire house remained blissfully quiet. I wouldn't be surprised to find half of them passed out in hallways or hogging the couches and furniture, if the master bedroom hadn't already been turned into a make-out room. If Wayne and I were careful enough, nobody would suspect we were up to anything. Not that we could be.

"Mmmm..." He mumbled, then surprisingly whined as he shifted to me. "Fuck, I'm hard..."

My eyes widened to saucers when I felt something poke behind me. The fact I wore torn jeans and he wore a pair of ugly boxers to separate his boner from the back of my leg didn't help slightly. Especially when it detailed how big it felt. At first, I wanted to kick him off the bed behind me and say the nastiest homophobic shit I could muster. Instinct didn't tell me that, so much as what I'd later learn was 'internalized prejudice', according to the Internet. Instead, I froze up immediately at three more things happening.

The first was feeling his well-muscled arm wrap around my torso as it mindlessly felt up my chest. The second was the erection unexpectedly pressing hard and leaking against my jeans. The third was when one of his thumbs brushed at a perked nipple.

"J-Jesus, Wayne!" I suddenly squeaked.

We both lied there, frozen and on our sides.

"Uhhh, shit...John?"

"Yeah, Wayne?"

He hesitated to speak. My heart raced. Whether it was out of hungover lust or deep uncertainty of what Wayne would do next, I couldn't tell. Either way, no doubt he could feel my chest beating so fast with where his terrified fingers still rested.

"This is awkward...Thought you were a chick for a second," he slowly pulled his arm from around my waist. The absence of his lower torso pressing at my backside felt...off. "Are you mad?"

"Why would I be?" I answered him rather quickly.

"Because I was molesting you like some creep, dude!" He attempted a nervous chuckle, tail curling slightly. "Sorry..."

My erection didn't go away. It raged on to the point I shifted my legs enough for the hulking wolf to catch a whiff of my musky cock leaking into my briefs. He couldn't avoid it especially as I turned around on my side to face Wayne. Through the dim darkness, I could see my best friend wearing a bewildered look and attempting to cover up his tented briefs. He only pulled his paws away when his amber eyes fell on my crotch. It was equally tented.

The level of otter and canine musk between us felt heavier than any cologne. It made the bedroom suddenly grow hotter. It got to the point that I mindlessly unzipped my jeans and kicked them off the foot of the bed. Then, I cautiously kicked away my undies until it left my dick throbbing against my lean belly. I didn't even care if the air felt too cold without a blanket.

A lone thought suggested that Wayne could warm me up. He proceeded to do just that when he wordlessly pulled me close with one paw and peeled down his briefs with the other. We didn't exchange a single fucking word for the most part. We were too horny and too hung over to care at that point.

Up until that fateful, I thought nothing could ever beat pussy. I thought nothing could ever beat feeling tight velvet walls wrap around your dick and watching a pair of voluptuous boobs bounce up and down as you fucked your girlfriends. Little did I know that sex with another dude not only felt as great, but arguably surpassed it.

Little did I know either that Wayne and I would end up becoming more than best friends, but that's a story for another day.