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Hawaii:

My very first U.S. state to spend the next few days in happened to be Hawaii. Such a tropical paradise to start my exploits in, almost reminding me of Greece in the middle of a warm summer. Boats of all sizes floated amidst calm waters, surfers engrossed themselves in the thrills of rising waves, and plenty of gorgeous eye candy for me to covertly look at from afar.

The plane landed around 5:00 in the evening, leaving feeling restless and incredibly lethargic throughout the long flight, but a quick power nap at the vacation beach house allowed me plenty of sleep. Once I woke up around brunch, the rest of my day had been spent recuperating and ordering some dinner while enjoying some privacy for the rest of the night.

It wasn't until the very next morning that I decided to have some fun. After sporting a typical Hawaiian T-shirt with blue and yellow colors, plus one of my tight red speedos (which regularly tested societal rules about modesty as it clung to my bubble butt), I ventured out to the public beach. It lay within walking distance from the beach house I'd rented for the next few days, but I didn't just pick it out so I could lure in a handsome stranger for some same-sex fun within the bedroom; The previous year had been a profitable yet stressful time for me. On top of visiting each US state, I also wanted to enjoy myself. So, with a six-pack of daiquiris in one paw, my smartphone in the other (a vacation didn't mean I couldn't just simply ignore my stocks), and a pair of sunglasses protecting my eyes, I set up a sunbathing chair to enjoy myself.

A couple of hours passed as I basked in the sunlight. As well as wandering eyes directed on my magnificent abs and the proud treasure trail leading to a bulge covered by red fabric.

Quite a few didn't bother to be subtle about it, while most preferred to focus on passing women in bikinis or the beach itself. The minority brave enough to openly ogle certainly wasn't unwelcome, especially when I covertly adjusted myself down there. One bashful polar bear in his twenties certainly liked that, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets like an old 1930's cartoon character. What could I say? I loved some attention.

Speaking of which, I included a photo of myself at the beach on my Howlr profile, and I explored with messages from nearby users. One which led me to a user named Twink2Cum69, followed by a heart emoji. Aged twenty-four, an occasional smoker, not a virgin, and in an open relationship. He and I messaged over a few hours as we learned about each other. He was a native Hawaiian who worked a retail job while also saving to go to graduate school. When he wasn't amongst his other straight friends or visited his religious extended family whenever he could, the lean wallaby preferred to be nicknamed 'Koa' by the biggest dominant tourist to fuck his brains out. A title which I happily provided, after seeing the slender but big-bottomed wallaby with my own eyes when he rang the beach house's front doorbell. Of course, I opened it while wearing only my T-shirt and the speedo.

"Mr. Drakos?" He asked mid-blush. "It...It's me, Koa."

"Nice to meet you, Koa," I invited him inside and we exchanged lewd grins, with his eyes wandering down to my crotch. "So, what would you like to do? We've got all night."

He eagerly giggled, "Well, this may be a little strange but," he paused while nervously grinning, "how about the boyfriend package?"

The wallaby twink turned out to be a hopeless romantic. He allowed me to take the lead yet insisted I treat him like we were long-lost lovers who found each other. Whatever rocked his boat. We had the entire evening to ourselves after all.

We kissed. We hugged. We nuzzled each other. We whisper sweet nothings. We snuggled for close to two hours on the couch, watching soap operas while sweetly holding paws. We talked about various topics while subtly teasing or fondling the other. Then, we made out like lovesick high school teenagers on the master bedroom's soft bedsheets, slowly peeling off our clothes until we lay together in a naked, sweaty heap as the sounds of crashing waves echoed outside.

Making slow, intimate love on a silk-laced bed never got old for me. Sure, the rough and passionate side of homosexual sex never ceased to amaze, but the softer side of male sexuality could also be open to exploration. The simplest touches of your knowledgeable fingertips could leave a twink cumming. And the way Koa lay vulnerable under me, laughing with indescribable lust as my wet dogcock slid back and forth against his ashen-furred thighs, made the young wallaby writhe needily into my torso as his legs kicked the air.

He wouldn't quit moaning and giggling. Not when I possessively cupped his right cheek or jokingly slid the tip of my member against his taint, making his tail smack against the bedside lamp by accident. It did little to sour the mood. A small dollop of lube later and his moans did crescendo into a rumbling composition worthy of Tchaikovsky. His grunts were premature cannons as I helped him cum halfway through my fucking.

I didn't feel too bothered by Koa's ejaculation happening before mine. The wallaby did not mind either, falling into the vast beauty of subspace as I ravished in and out of his pillowed tailhole. He trembled in my strong arms, legs thrashing in euphoric pleasure as I gave the lad his dominant lover fantasy with a climactic, tongue-slobbering kiss. That was around when I finally shot my mixed seed.

We lay together for a good half an hour, panting and out of breath. However, it didn't stop the spent lad from pulling himself into hugging my chest. I promptly held him close, able to hear his racing heartbeat begin to calm itself.

"That was amazing, Mr. Drakos."

"It sure was, Koa."

"Was I okay?"

I chuckled humorously, "Okay? You were great, kiddo."

Truth be told, I wanted to go for another round. Yet I settled on him giving me a post-afterglow handjob as my thumb absentmindedly browsed through updates on my stocks. Redressing ourselves afterwards and having casual conversations about Hawaii's entertainment scene, I also felt tempted to ask if he were interested in becoming another Sugar Twink of mine. That was until he mentioned his open relationship. Turned out, Koa already had a sugar daddy in the form of a Chinese dragon who worked as a traveling international businessman. He let the wallaby lad play with other open and closeted gays as long as he gave detailed descriptions of the acts during video sessions. Did he have a cuckholding fetish?

Oh well. To each their own, and we still had an enjoyable time. He got fucked by a dominant male and I was allowed to breed with that bouncy ass at least once. All that was left until the next flight out was to enjoy the beach house for what it held and go swimming at the beach leading out to the vast Pacific Ocean.

Alaska:

Alaska's climate certainly lived up to its reputation. Flying by first-class airline from Hawaii to the most northern U.S. state felt like traveling from Mercury to Pluto. After stepping out of the terminal and hailing a cab, my first instinct was to immediately book into the hotel and enjoy my warm, comfy bed. If I didn't freeze my fingers off first.

Once I had made myself comfortable for the day, as well as enjoying a short nap in a sprawling bed once more, I had decided to clean myself up for the glorious evening to come. Literally and figuratively, hehe. Firstly, I opened my profile on Howlr, setting the location on so every user in Alaska City could see me. Then, I left the app open as I went to take a hot shower, dry my fur, and wash my teeth. If I was going to fuck another American twink, I couldn't do it with grime, old sweat, or bad breath. I needed to smell like a gentleman after all.

By the time I exited the steamy bathroom and casually walked naked in front of the hotel room's large vanity, dozens of notifications filled the phone screen. Rolling my eyes at a few cryptocurrency messages, I scrolled through the rest, filled with quite a mixed bag. As the rest of my fur air-dried and I leaned against the foot of the king-sized bed, I spent several minutes either dismissing some desperate hellos or trying to start conversations. Most just wanted me to immediately come to their place and fuck them, no photos required.

Thankfully, one Howlr profile did catch my horny attention. It belonged to '3someW/BF', and his photo album gallery showcased a white-furred husky in his late twenties with black patches along his slender frame. The little tease had the audacity to include his photos with him wearing a pair of innocent white briefs that partially camouflaged into his crotch. It also what made his sweet ass look good beneath that curving black tail. I messaged him up and we exchanged pictures of our faces, which allowed me to see his. The lad had bright green eyes and a young smile that reminded me of college graduates looking forward to their futures.

Me: "Are you interested in visiting me at my hotel room?"

Him: "Can I bring my boyfriend?"

Me: "As long as he's comfortable with sharing."

Him: "He's a top, so sure."

I have been so excited about getting my rocks off that I didn't even bother to ask about what his boyfriend looked like. I have this feeling though that he would approve of me, if him coming along indicated anything.

Half an hour later, several timid knocks signaled me to the door. When I opened it, wearing a bathrobe after having received a message that the duo had finally arrived, my eyes widened at one of two species I didn't expect to see. Not in Alaska, at least. They consisted of a Siberian husky whom I've seen in the photos, plus a large rhinoceros almost as tall as the door frame. The former was skinny as a twig while the latter possessed dense muscles more than capable of snapping my spine in two. He could've crushed me in a hug or knocked me out with one angry punch.

I invited them in without question and they started shedding their winter coats to reveal thick denim jeans and long-sleeved shirts. A part of me considered asking where they bought their clothes, considering my ill preparedness.

"Wow," the husky commented, "You look even more handsome than you do in your photos. I am Ricky by the way."

"Mike," the rhinoceros spoke in a deep, rumbling voice.

"Sebastian," I replied, grinning as I began to loosen up my bathrobe. "I hope it wasn't too much trouble getting here?"

"Nah, we were already expecting to go an hour or so than needed," Mike explained, "Most of the gays here are either deep in the closet, married but wanting to cheat, extremely unhealthy, unhygienic, or all of the above. If anything, we're lucky to hook up with someone from out of town."

"Tell me about it," Ricky groaned.

"Trust me, I'm neither of those things," I reassured the two.

The sexual tension in the air could be seen and felt and tasted. The way our eyes traveled and glanced at each other as our paws kept restrained to our sides only made the anticipation feel greater. The three of us were hungry. I wanted to taste Alaskan cuisine and they desired a sampling of Greek and German meat.

"So then," I asked as we sat together on the bed, with me and Mike on each side of a certain husky bashfully wagging his tail between our thighs, "what do you wanna do?"

"You can have his ass if you want," Mike chuckled with a smirk directed at me, then down at the shy canine, "I'll take his mouth."

A lecherous smile grew across my muzzle. I'd already shed my bathrobe and knelt on one side of the bed as Ricky tore his clothes off to reveal him wearing a black sled dog harness that accentuated his slim figure, then crawled between me and Mike after the rhinoceros unzipped his pants. The hulking man's beer gut brushed against the canine's heated ears as those lips wrapped around his ebony dick. Meanwhile, that lithe husky's tailhole easily accepted me with little resistance.

"Mfh!" I murred at the easy slide into his velvet entrance. The horn dog barely even made a grunt as I thrust again. "You prepped him just for me?"

My right paw grabbed the back of Ricky's harness. I pulled at it once or twice, making him buck against me amid sloppy moans. A part of me wondered if the husky worked as a sled dog outside the hotel room, or if he simply loved the harnesses enough for roleplay. Either way, I certainly enjoyed feeling him squirm with each push past his tight walls. They felt so virgin-like.

"Ricky insisted on being ready," Mike chuckled midway through another deep moan. He started to lean over his spit-roasted boyfriend, and I did too. "Now come here!"

His leathery tongue surprised me the most. So dominant and slithering within my maw like a snake, his spit tasting like tobacco mixed in with masculine vigor. It reminded me of one or two partners of my past I'd been willing to lift my tail for. Unlike them however, Mike possessed an impressive horn which brushed against the bridge of my nose as we fought for oral dominance. He also happened to be at least a decade younger than me. Around the same age as the pretty little husky expertly clenching around my thick dogcock emerged from its sheath.

Speaking of whom, Ricky did something which made his rhino lover flare hot breath from his nostrils. It washed over my snout and caused Mike to pull away from my lips, leaving only a trail of wet saliva to bridge between us.

"If you weren't a top, I'd love to fuck ya," he laughed between panting and groaning as Ricky continued to take us both.

I hissed amid a few beautiful thrusts inside him. "Me-Me too," came my reply. "Oh, fuck! Fuck, that's a tight ass..."

Mike got himself off after a while but needed to recuperate and catch his breath. So, he sat back and watched on the bed as I fucked a load out of Ricky on the bed, another against the wall, then yet another as I made him tremble in shiver beneath me by gliding my cock slowly in and out of his tight ring. He clenched around it as I bobbed out and in like an engine piston.

Only once Ricky came a third time did I finally quit holding back. With a loud squelch and a growling moan, I pulled my cock free from his boi pussy and feverishly stroke my swollen dogcock. A whimpering howl combined with his panting whines, and I came all over the lad's lower back. I painted him white with my own steamy canine cum, much to the duo's delight.

The three of us showered afterward, traded stories, and enjoyed the warmth of the hotel room before they had to return home for the evening. I made sure to wish Mike great luck when I noticed a small box with two engagement rings in his coat pocket.

Washington:

I arrived in the state of Washington around mid-morning, luggage in paw as I stepped off the terminal and marveled at Emerald's skyline during the day. According to weather forecasts, it wouldn't rain like it normally did until later after sunset, so I planned on enjoying everything Emerald's downtown locales had to offer without the need for an umbrella.

My hookup for the early evening was a pine marten who desired anonymity. He went to graduate school, but it wasn't until recently that he discovered his latent homosexuality after a brutal breakup with his ex-fiancé. She dumped him because he tried bringing up this discovery to her for advice, only for it to go horribly wrong. Although he did have experience with women, he was a complete virgin with men, and wanted to experience them for himself with no strings attached.

When I visited his apartment later that night (after enjoying Emerald's landmarks all afternoon, and even taking some pictures atop the Space Needle), it became clear I needed to take the lead. The nervous pine marten--about half my height, half my age, with blue eyes and brown-black fur--clearly didn't know what to do, or more likely watched too many porn videos. To start off, his blowjob skills were amateur at best. Yet I didn't mind. This was the first time he ever got to taste cock, so who was I to be disappointed in him wanting to simply explore? I didn't object to letting his paws roam curiously all over my crotch, groping my hips, butt, glutes, muscular stomach and eventually my shaft growing at his attention.

Eventually, the pine marten got completely undressed and lay face down on his bed. His ass was so small, but looked so supple, pert, and delicious to taste. The way it firmly wiggled in my direction made my canine tail wag like a ravenous predator about to bite into a meal. I desperately wanted to take a nibble at one of the pine marten's cheeks. Take a chunk from it, if only a little. The thought of it tasting like a pine-scented peach made a giggle suddenly escape my drooling chops.

The pine marten raised his head up. "What's so funny?"

I knelt closer. A subtle sniff made me catch the faintest smell of leaking marten precum coming from below that adorable taint, mostly hidden beneath rose-scented cologne and wafts of once-soapy fur permeating from his clean backside.

Another sniff led to me chuckling again, and I quickly remarked, "Absolutely nothing at all."

My canine tongue lapped at the underside of his scrotum and slowly licked upwards past his sensitive taint. It made the young lad shiver, then tremble when I tasted his tailhole. Cleaned and prepared to perfection just for me. No traces of perspiration or pine marten musk to be found. Only delicious innocence.

Eagerly, the flexible tip of my tongue probed his unspoiled anal ring. Choruses only a virgin could sing echoed throughout the empty apartment, more so when I kneaded each cheek to spread them wider, and my cold nose tickled his crack.

"Oh fuck...fuck me..." He breathed deeply each time my tongue spread him wider.

I tongued him further and further. I pleased him in oral techniques not even his ex-fiancé likely knew, making the smaller mammal writhe on the bedsheets as I held his tail up and dined on his anal ring. And dined on it, I did. I treated it like A wonderfully cooked meal from a luxury restaurant somewhere across the world, savoring each tasty morsel.

All good meals needed to end though. Afterwards always came the creamy dessert.

"You doing good?" I asked the marten, who replied with a nod. "After I'm done giving you the best fucking of your life, you'll never want pussy again. Only real men like me."

As he mulled over my words in a lustful haze, I gently turned him over onto his back, finger still inserted inside his anus. The nameless marten stared up with paws limp and begging for more, making me smirk as I pulled myself out. Rather than give another finger, I lined up my member to his prepared, quivering hole.

"Look at me," I whispered, then a lot more firmly, "Look. At me. I will not hurt you, so tell me if it's too much. Alright?"

The pine marten meekly nodded. "A-Alright," he quavered in anticipation.

"Good," I huffed as my cockhead aligned to kiss his entrance. He trembled further, whimpering beneath me. The rational side of me still asked, "Are you sure about this? Are you sure you want me to be the one?"

I loved virgins. I loved breaking them in as much as I loved introducing them to unfathomable pleasures of homosexual sex. I loved the noises they made and how tight they usually felt around my shaft. However, being a man whore didn't mean I wasn't aware of or appreciated how important the first time could be. The pine marten glancing up at me didn't want me to know his name, so I still felt the need to ask if he truly wanted his virginity taken by a complete stranger.

He merely gripped tighter on both my arms holding me up. "Please," he said between deep pants of breath. "Please...I've already waited so long."

My tail swished through the air behind me. "As you wish then."

I slowly bucked forward without breaking eye contact. I watched it as his face faintly contorted at the sensation of being prodded until a subtle push led to his eyes suddenly widening. Intense warmth surrounded my dogcock while the marten grit his teeth together, but he didn't tell me to stop. I helped distract him from further discomfort by using my thumbs to tease his perked nipples, rubbing, and flicking them with each small dick thrust. The combined sensations alone were enough to help me hilt inside him. It left him panting and out of breath alongside an incredibly hard erection that looked ready to blow at any moment.

I pulled out and went back in. He arched his slender stomach into the air. A lone tear ran down his left eye, and I slowed myself until he suddenly lurched upward to give me a sloppy kiss. He begged me to go harder. How could I not oblige?

The marten's apartment soon filled with the ambience of proper fucking; gasping, grunting, squealing, whimpering, growling, squeaking bed frames, slapping hips, cries of ecstasy, cries of climaxing, plus at least one loud bark when I finally came inside him half an hour later. For him, a spectacular half an hour later.

The glowing pine marten let me use his bathroom afterward, as well as made a sandwich like a lovestruck schoolgirl. As I graciously ate the provided meal, I'd worried if his previous 'no strings attached' request had turned into a crush, only for him to wish me a good night afterward. He didn't even ask for a phone number or any contact information from me, which was for the best. Of course, the pine marten deserved a loving boyfriend after such hardship in a previous relationship, but it couldn't be me. He deserved better.

***

The next day, I checked out of my hotel room and stopped by a dealership. I rented a Fjord cross-country truck with four-wheel drive, comfortable backseats, parking cameras, as well as a beautiful magenta paint job. The best part? The dealer I was renting it from allowed me to use it for one way travel, with their other dealership being based in Maryland.

"So, where are you going, stranger?" the vulpine dealer asked.

"Everywhere," I proudly proclaimed. "Wish me luck!"

If I was going to travel to each American state, then I planned to go in style. So, I placed all my luggage into the backseat, stepped inside, and turned on the engine. Time to hit the road!

To be continued this May 15th, only on Domus Vocis' Patreon!