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Late one night Scott the maned wolf was alone in his apartment after work, making sure everything was neat and tidy for his incoming guest. It wasn't too difficult considering he tried to keep his home that way regardless of whether or not he was going to have company, but he double and triple checked that everything was in top shape. Soon he heard a knock at the door, and he immediately stopped what he was doing to rush over. "Come in!" He said before opening the door himself, seeing none other than his good friend March, a mouse he met online and, until now, only knew online as well. They'd known eachother for years and been through all sorts of things, but it was the first time they'd met in person.

"Scott! It's so good to finally see you, dude!" The mouse said, letting go of his suitcase and giving the taller male a small hug, and he returned the favour with his arms around him.

"Yeah! How was your trip here?" He asked and stepped back from the hug, letting his friend into his home.

"It was good enough. Boring as all hell but hey, I didn't come here just for the ride. Late too, normally I'm asleep by several hours ago." March pulled his suitcase inside and slid out of his shoes, looking around at the apartment. "..Gee, if I didn't know any better I'd say you tidied the whole place up just for me." He laughed.

"Right, right, eheheh.." Scott chuckled, watching his friend bring his bag right to the sofa and sitting down on it. "You sure you're okay with sleeping on the foldout bed? I'd be fine if you used my room and I took the couch."

"Oh yeah dude, it's totally fine. I'm only staying for a week anyways." March said with a yawn, and Scott nodded in response.

"Well the bathroom is right over there, the kitchen's there, feel free to help yourself to any of the food, uh.. Here, let me help with the bed." He said, March standing up and the two of them lifting the bed from the couch, unfolding it out with the blankets and sheets already on, Scott quickly fetching a pillow for it. "I'll be in my bedroom if you need anything."

March sat on the foldout bed, making it squeak and immediately flopping onto his back. "Sure thing dude. I'm beat, though. Let's talk more tomorrow." He yawned again, stretching his arms out above him. Scott nodded, turning on a lamp and turning off the overhead lights before quietly walking into his bedroom and closing the door behind him. He let out a sigh, sitting back on his own bed. He definitely felt a bit nervous about March staying here, not because of him or anything like that, he just usually didn't host people like this, let alone for a whole week. The mouse wasn't even going to be at the apartment most of the time, he was only staying over as more of a convenience while he visited the city, yet Scott felt a bit guilty regardless as he was going to be working almost every day of that visit. But there was no point in worrying tonight, he told himself, laying back and closing his eyes..

The next morning Scott woke up at the same time he always did on work days, getting up and making his bed before leaving the room without bothering to get dressed yet. It'd slipped his tired mind that he still had a guest, and he was about to sit on the couch with some coffee and toast before finally remembering what was going on- he saw his rodent friend fast asleep on the foldout bed snoring loudly all sprawled out, the sheets and blankets kicked off, nothing covering his body except for a baggy t-shirt and some colourful underwear. Scott immediately went still, not wanting to wake him up, but he couldn't stop his gaze from falling downwards, his eyes landing on the thick, heavy bulge contained in those undergarments. His eyes went wide at the sight, and he nearly dropped what he was holding. He was both impressed and shocked to say the least. It wasn't clear if March's cock was even hard, but it seemed like he was hung, his poor underwear struggling to hold everything with his tip nearly peeking from the bottom. Scott could even see the happy trail of grey fur coming out past the waistband, an eye-catching contrast to the brown fur surrounding it.

He felt himself blushing as he turned away, having to resist the urge to turn back and keep looking. Unfortunately for him he already had the image of that bulge burned into his mind and he couldn't keep his thoughts off of it for long, nor could he stop himself from getting turned on, his member beginning to quickly harden and expand, rapidly growing larger from its deceptively small flaccid size. He practically slammed his breakfast onto the counter before he rushed into the bathroom, shutting and locking the door before staring at his hardon throbbing in front of him. "Why now.." He mumbled. It wouldn't be as much of a problem for most others, but his erections always lasted far longer than what was convenient, unless he "satisfied" them. It certainly didn't help that his penis was so long that most people couldn't take the entire thing, to the point where trying to hide it would create a bulge that'd be even more obvious than if he went nude. For now he only had one choice, stepping into a hot shower and grabbing his shaft with both hands, quickly pumping away and trying to suppress his moans.

Once he was done getting dirty he proceeded to get clean, but the shampoo couldn't wash his dirty thoughts away. After his orgasm, the guilt settled in, and all he could think about was what just happened. He was ogling the bulge of one of his best friends like some kind of pervert while they were asleep, and not only did he get hard from it, but he jerked off and came while thinking about it. There was no way he could say anything about it at the risk of March getting upset, even if he was thinking about the possibility of things going another direction, and maybe he could do more than just look at that bulge. He shook that thought out of his head while he was getting dressed, then doing his best to avoid looking at the mouse while eating his stale toast and barely warm coffee. He made sure to write a note about when he'd return along with a spare key, leaving them on the counter, and on his way out he took a very brief and mostly accidental peek at March again, seeing that he'd rolled onto his belly in his sleep. He huffed quietly at the sight, feeling his cheeks grow warm as he left his apartment and made his way to work.

Hours later, as the sun was just starting to set, Scott finally arrived home from work. He stepped into his apartment only to see that March was still out, and the couch had been folded back up. He let out a sigh, changing out of his work clothes and into something more comfortable, taking some time to relax. He sent a text to March asking when he would arrive home, and it only took a minute before he received a response saying it'd be about an hour. He decided that now would be a good time to start preparing dinner, taking his time to select the ingredients and tools, starting to cook while wondering if March would even enjoy this food. If he didn't, maybe Scott would offer to make it up to him with a sexual favour. If he did, maybe he'd ask for a favour of his own. He gave himself a little smack on the cheek for such thoughts, shaking his head and trying to continue with what he was doing.

Alas, despite his effort to stay calm and distracted, his lust was determined to make itself known, and he winced as he felt his shaft growing in his pants. He knew from experience that it would get uncomfortable fast if he didn't do something about it, so without a second thought he yanked the front of his pants and underwear down, freeing his dick before it was even fully hard, turning away so it wouldn't touch any of the food. He groaned frustratedly as his length reached full mast, its own weight making it hang low. He didn't want to give in to the urge to stroke himself off to the thought of his friend again, and an hour would be enough time for his erection to go down on its own, so instead of touching himself- no matter how tempting it was- he lifted his shirt up, tucking his long cock under it so it was mostly held against his body rather than swinging around freely, though it still jutted up past the shirt collar in front of his face. It was the best he could do without orgasm, and after pulling his pants up to hold his sagging balls, he continued to cook and tried to pretend like nothing was wrong while his thoughts continued to occasionally wander.

Before an hour had passed, March returned to the apartment, carrying a bag of goodies and souvenirs he bought during the day. He found that the door was unlocked, quietly opening it up and seeing Scott standing in the kitchen cooking dinner, his cock sticking out past his head and throbbing hard. March went still, in disbelief at the size of that meat. He'd seen some massive dicks, sure, but Scott's was without a doubt one of the largest, maybe the largest that wasn't enhanced by some sort of surgery. He stepped back and silently closed the door, holding a hand to his cheek while he thought about what he'd seen, picturing the maned wolf's gargantuan shaft. It seemed like he wasn't noticed, so maybe it wouldn't be the best idea to bring it up, but maybe it was intentional. He'd teased Scott a few times online about some "mutual likes", so it wasn't like they'd never once done anything remotely lewd, though it'd be quite out of character for the leggy canine. March did remember that he woke up with the sheets off of him, and he indeed had a habit of tossing and turning, so it was possible that he might've accidentally shown himself off..

He wasn't going to risk anything regardless, knocking loudly on the door. "Yo, I'm back early!" He said loudly, and he could hear some things clattering around from inside.

"C-come in!" Scott shouted from inside. "Food's almost done cooking, I'll be out soon!"

"Alright! I'll just wait on the couch." March rolled his eyes as he stepped into the apartment again, seeing that Scott had gone into the bathroom, confirming his suspicions that he wasn't meant to see that lengthy dick a few moments ago.

Scott did his best to calm his rapidly pounding heart, taking some slow and shaky breaths with a hand on his chest. Things had been going well, but the surprise of March arriving home early and him nearly being caught seemed to have caused his slightly-softened cock to become as hard as it could again. Waiting absolutely wasn't an option now, but he knew he couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, so he held one hand over his muzzle to stifle his moans while the other hand grabbed his shaft, aiming it down into the bathtub as he started to stroke it, keeping the tip close enough to the bottom of the tub that his precum didn't make much noise once it started to pour out.

He finished quickly and unceremoniously, making a nice mess of cum that slowly gurgled down the drain while he panted softly. Once he came down from that pleasure high his heart skipped a beat, and he quickly wiped the end of his shaft clean while it started to soften and shrink down, tucking it back into his pants, washing his hands and stepping out of the bathroom with his face still flushed.

"S-sorry for the wait!" Scott stammered, running into the kitchen.

"Don't worry about it dude. If you gotta go, you gotta go." March chuckled, watching from the couch.

Unfortunately for Scott, it seemed like his distraction took longer than he anticipated, and he hadn't exactly accounted for that extra time with the food he was cooking. Some of the food was very stuck to the pan, and the parts that weren't stuck ended up "crispier" than intended. He frowned at the sight. It was going so well until then, too..

"Uh, it ended up a little bit burnt, sorry." He apologized, walking into the living room with two plates of food, handing one over to the mouse.

"Don't sweat it, you didn't even have to cook. Besides, I like my food well done." March said with a smile, happily eating a forkful of the charred meal. Scott smiled, sitting next to him and starting to eat his own, wincing from the occasional grittiness.

After they finished their food, March gave the idea of playing some games together, which Scott was happy to hear, immediately forgetting about his worries. It didn't take long for things to get set up, March bringing his laptop into Scott's bedroom since he had his computer in there, and for the rest of the evening the two of them played games with or against eachother, some of which March won and some of which Scott won, but despite any frustrations with losing they were certainly having a great time.

It seemed like the mouse had already adjusted to the time difference, because he didn't even appear tired by the time Scott decided to turn in for the night, bringing his laptop to the couch rather than in Scott's bedroom and continuing to game on his own. Luckily for the maned wolf, his mind was actually nice and peaceful this night, maybe it was due to how tired he was or because the games had kept him distracted, but he was able to get all comfy and cozy in bed and happily drift asleep without any intrusive lewd thoughts. His tired head didn't even think about the possibility of some of his mess being left behind in the bathtub, or the smell that usually came with it.

The next morning, by the time Scott woke up March was already out, doing whatever, leaving Scott on his own to prepare for the day. Even though he normally lived on his own, things suddenly felt rather lonely in his apartment without the mouse around, and he found himself missing him while getting ready for work, and as he left for work, and while he was at work.

This evening March was the first to arrive home, his fur soaked with sweat with how active he was throughout the day. He saw that he was alone, taking off his clothes and dropping them on the sofa, leaving himself completely nude while he took a moment to cool down. He definitely needed to take a shower, but he had an idea, or maybe a test. There was a pretty big chance that it'd result in nothing, but if not, there was no harm in it.

He put most of his sweaty clothing in a plastic bag, but he left his underwear hanging on the side of the couch, making sure it was out in the open and very obvious from anywhere in the apartment. "Perfect.." He chuckled before stepping into the bathroom, locking the door and starting his shower.

Only a short time later, as if on cue, Scott stepped into his apartment (after knocking a few times), ears twitching as he heard the shower running. He was heading into the kitchen when he noticed the trap set for him, not that he thought of it in such a way, stopping dead in his tracks. A pair of March's underwear on the side of the couch, seemingly lazily tossed aside before he went into the washroom. Scott looked back and forth between the underwear and the bathroom door, hearing the shower running still, and without a second thought he grabbed the underwear and picked it up, staring at the silly design of pretzels and other treats all over the fabric. It was the kind of thing he expected from the mouse, but he wasn't too focused on the pattern, more focused on the smell as he lifted it right to his face and took a slow, deep breath in through his nose. He shuddered as the musk hit him, not unclean but quite powerful, the underwear still damp with sweat and the smell not remotely diminished.

He closed his eyes as he sniffed again and again, holding the sweaty underwear to his face while he filled his lungs with that scent. He was so focused that he didn't hear the shower stopping, and only once the door started to open did he snap out of his musk-induced trance. He threw the underwear back onto the couch, his heart going still while he watched the door open, and March stepped out with nothing but a towel around his waist.

"Oh, uh, hey dude. Didn't hear you getting back." March chuckled, holding onto the towel with both hands and looking over at Scott. Even with his plan, he did feel embarrassed to suddenly walk out into the open like this.

"I-it's fine, I just got here." Scott replied, laughing nervously.

"I'll just uh, get dressed. 'Scuse me." March said as he stepped by, Scott practically leaping out of the way.

"Right, I'll just be in my bedroom, getting changed." He huffed, rushing into his room and shutting the door. March chuckled as Scott ran by him, and he looked at the underwear that was now on the other side of the couch. He didn't see what was done with it, but there was no doubt that Scott had picked it up for something, and didn't want to be caught. He knew something was up for sure, it was just a matter of when he had to make his move. For now though, he'd stay quiet.

"You okay with pizza tonight?" Scott asked, poking his head out of his bedroom with his cheeks blushing hot.

"Sure thing man, you know I'm always good with pizza." March responded, still only having a towel until he pulled on a shirt.

"R-right." Scott huffed at the sight, pulling back into his bedroom. March smiled to himself, thinking about what he'd do next. There was no rush to do anything tonight, but there were only a few days left of his trip..

More time passed, and as the days went by March kept dropping hints on Scott, which he never seemed to pick up on. At the very least he never acted on them, but March knew he was grabbing his attention. Every morning he made sure to show off his bulge, pretending to be asleep still with the sheets off, and one time he even walked around the apartment in his underwear. He noticed that Scott had been excusing himself to the bathroom or his bedroom rather frequently, and he was able to pick up on a certain musk in the bathroom despite the maned wolf's best efforts to hide it.

A few times he'd left his underwear or socks out, when he knew only Scott would be around, and most of the time he noticed that things had been moved from where he left them. He continued to not bring it up, but it seemed like Scott wasn't getting nervous enough to stop sniffing that sweaty clothing either.

Before long it was the second last full day of March's visit, and after they were both up- getting up around the same time- Scott was cooking some breakfast.

"Thanks for cooking again dude, you really don't need to." March said, sitting at the kitchen table in only a pair of shorts and socks.

"Mhm." Scott mumbled and continued cooking, and March frowned. It seemed like he was even quieter and more shy than usual.

Soon the food was ready, and the two of them were sitting across from one another at the table while they ate, without a single word. Not until Scott finally spoke up, at least.

"I, uh.. h-have something to admit." He said meekly, head turned down but his eyes looking up at the mouse. "I, er, the uh, I-I saw.." He stammered, clearing his throat and sitting up straight in his chair. "Y-you've been kicking the sheets off when you sleep, and I keep seeing your, uh.. bulge. A-and I've been staring at it, a lot." He squeaked out.

March was silent for a few seconds, and instead of feigning surprise he smiled and laughed softly. "Dude, you're fine. I've.. kinda known. Half of the time you've been staring I've been awake." He chuckled.

"O-oh god, I didn't know. I'm sorry." Scott buried his head in his hands, blushing so much that it felt like he was going to melt into a puddle, or catch fire. Or both.

"Hey, hey. It's alright. If I didn't want you to stare I wouldn't have kept showing off." March reassured him, leaning forward and reaching across the table to pat him on the shoulder. "Besides, I've already seen your dick too. I thought it was pretty hot. I've been trying to drop some hints on you, but you haven't really been picking up." He admitted rather casually, and Scott remained with his face hidden.

"..Think I could see your dick again? I only got a small peek from the last time, and it was far away." He asked after a long silence.

"O-okay." Scott mumbled back after an equally long silence. He took a deep breath in before standing up, pushing his unfinished breakfast away. "Let's go to the bedroom." He said, leading March into the bedroom and closing the door.

"C-could you turn away for a second? I feel weird stripping down while someone's watching." Scott asked.

"Of course." March chuckled, turning around so he was facing away from the maned wolf. He was tempted to peek, but of course he kept his manners and kept his eyes away.

Scott gulped nervously, grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it up off of his body, already feeling rather naked and vulnerable even though he was still wearing pants and underwear. Those came off next, dropped in a pile on the floor, leaving him completely nude and a little bit chilly. He briefly considered putting his clothing back on, but after taking a few deep breaths he decided to stay naked. "O-okay, I'm ready." He huffed, hands clenched into fists by his sides while he resisted the urge to cover his crotch.

March slowly turned back around, gasping softly at the sight of Scott's package, orange-sized balls sagging down to his knees and his surprisingly small cock resting against his sack- it was only as big as his finger, if even that.

"Wow, uh.. Really, wow." March thought out loud.

"..S-sorry, it's weird. Let's just forget about it." Scott huffed, reaching for his pants on the floor before March stepped forward and put a hand on his arm.

"Scott, dude, relax. I'm not grossed out." March reassured him, giving a calm smile. "It's pretty hot actually." He chuckled.

"Do you mean it? I think it looks all weird.." Scott mumbled back.

"Of course I mean it you dork. Like, I'd totally suck your dick right now levels of meaning it." March laughed, managing to get a smile out of Scott.

"Do you think you could uh, use your hands?" Scott asked, and March nodded.

"Just stand like that, I'll take care of ya~" March huffed, getting down to his knees and brushing a hand against Scott's thigh, bringing his eye level right to his crotch. Scott shivered, his cock twitching as he felt both of the mouse's hands cup the bottom of his heavy, sagging sack, hefting his balls. His touch was surprisingly delicate, giving those balls a tender massage that made Scott quiver while his shaft quickly grew longer, March's eyes following that growing length while continuing to squeeze and rub below.

"Heh, I knew I wasn't imagining things earlier~" March said and licked his lips, watching that formerly small dick grow bigger and bigger, easily reaching a foot long while it was still just getting started. Scott didn't have any answer to that, biting his lip in a failed attempt to stifle his moans while he blushed and huffed.

Before long, March's rubbing and massaging brought Scott's dick to full mast, its weight resting against the top of the mouse's head. If he had to guess it must've been over four feet long, and though it was plenty thicker than average, it was far thinner than cocks that size tended to be. It was more than long enough to reach past Scott's head yet barely thicker than his wrist, giving it a very slender appearance despite its size.

"Hah.. it's even bigger than I thought~" March gave the maned wolf's testes- which seemed a bit larger than before- a gentle squeeze, leaning in closer and lifting them up to give them a deep sniff. Scott's musk wasn't too strong but it made March eager to huff more of it, not unclean or even smelly but a natural, masculine scent that made him want more. "You smell sooo good, too~" He sighed happily, the praise making Scott even more embarrassed.

March delivered a gentle kiss to that dark and musky sack, getting another huff out of Scott before standing up in front of him, taking a step to the side so that long and heavy shaft could swing down, bouncing under its own weight and throbbing hard. Scott couldn't help but whimper quietly, feeling even hornier than any other time the past few days.

"Now then, it's my turn. And don't worry you can look alllll you want~" March teased as he stepped back, hooking his thumbs into the waist of his pants.

"O-okay." Scott huffed quietly in response, sitting back on the foot of his bed with his hands on his thighs, his dick still pulsing and twitching in front of himself.

March smiled, slowly swaying his hips as he slid his shorts and underwear down, revealing more of his pubic fluff, and just before his cock could be seen he turned around, bending over as he pulled his clothing down further. He made sure that Scott saw him slowly revealing his ass, pleasantly thick compared to his otherwise twinkish body. He kept his tail lifted high, reaching a hand back to spread his cheeks and showing off the tight, dark hole buried deep, surrounded by grey fur.

Before long he had his pants and underwear down to his ankles, bent over even further as he slid the fabric all the way off, leaving himself just as naked as his canine friend with his legs pressed together. He put his hands on his thighs, still bent over, shuffling his feet apart and spreading his legs wider, revealing the treasure that was hidden within.

Scott gulped at the sight of March's balls coming into view between his thighs, sagging low under their own weight along with the silver rings around his sack, a stripe of dark grey fur down the middle similar to what was around his tailhole. Those nuts looked about as big as Scott's own, maybe even larger..

March rocked his hips, making his low-hanging balls lightly swing back and forth from his movements, further teasing Scott before standing right up and turning around, finally revealing his package, already fully hard. It was only half as long as Scott's but nearly as thick, still long enough to reach up to March's chin with a rather slender shape.

"G-gosh, uh, it's pretty big." Scott mumbled with his eyes locked onto that long cock, his own dick throbbing hard.

"Heh, yeah. I get that a lot." March responded, stepping toward Scott while slowly stroking up and down his shaft. "Want to touch it?"

"Y-yeah."

March walked right up, standing next to Scott while he sat on the bed, length pulsing in front of him. He slowly raised a hand and gently grabbed that meaty shaft, lightly squeezing it and beginning to rub up and down, bunching up the foreskin at the tip and pulling it back again and again.

"Mmfh, that's it~" March kept his hands on his hips, flexing his dick to make it throb extra hard in Scott's grip, a thick glob of precum leaking from his urethra. Scott kept his other hand by his own crotch, pressing against the top of his cock to keep it out of the way while he struggled to resist jerking himself off at the same time.

"Here, let me give you a hand with that..~" March, noticing Scott's plight, sat next to him on the bed, reaching over and grasping his shaft to stroke it, drawing a whimpering moan from the maned wolf's throat as his hand slowly squeezed up a section of that looong phallus. "You're such a sensitive guy too, huh~?" March chuckled, letting up on the pressure a little bit and stroking more, the two of them slowly rubbing eachother's cocks next to one another.

They sat there for a few minutes happily stroking eachother off, no words needed while they huffed and moaned with pleasure. Both of them were leaking plenty of precum- Scott was smearing March's pre all over his dick, using it as lube for the stroking, while Scott's dick was far too long for March to reach the tip. He was able to lube it up with precum regardless, the thick fluid rolling down that shaft until it was in reach.

"H-hold on dude, I'm getting pretty close. I have an idea." March grunted, Scott immediately stopping but still holding onto his dick.

"What is it?" He asked, a bit surprised- they'd been going for a few minutes, sure, but it was rather slow and he didn't feel much closer to cumming than when they started despite the mouse being close enough to make him stop.

"Scoot back and lay down, I'll show you." March let go of Scott's prick and his own was released. He stood up, watching the maned wolf push himself further onto the bed before laying on his back, propping himself up on his elbows. March climbed onto the bed with him, pushing that long shaft aside so he could climb right onto his friend, a leg to either side of his body as he straddled his belly. The pose had March's heavy nuts resting on Scott's muscular stomach with the tip of his cock twitching above his large pecs, while the much longer cock was pushed upward by the mouse's butt.

"How's this?" March asked, staring down at Scott, whose eyes were locked onto the tip that was right in front of his muzzle.

"I-it's good, uh.. It looks even bigger up close." Scott gulped, a shiver going down his spine and tail as warm precum drooled all over his chest.

"Just let me know if I should stop.." March leaned forward, putting his hands on that muscular chest, surprised to feel that those massive pecs were much softer than he expected- less like a bodybuilder's marble-tough physique, and more like a pair of womens tits. "Whoa.." He gasped softly, giving his pecs a squeeze and getting a huff out of him.

"C-careful..! They're sensitive.." Scott mumbled, putting his hands up on March's hips and squirming.

"Oh are they now? I'll make sure to be reaaall careful." March chuckled as he brushed his hands through the soft fur of those soft pecs, squeezing and massaging them all over, even pressing them to the sides of his cock as if they were a pair of tits. He grinded against him, rubbing his dick against and between his pecs and leaking precum all over them.

"Ffuck, oh g-gosh.." Scott groaned, squeezing March's hips tighter while his chest was played with, the smell of sex getting stronger as more pre dribbled onto him and the air getting warmer, and he had to gently bite his tongue to keep himself from trying to lick that throbbing cock. His own shaft felt hard as stone, pressed against the mouse's rump while he slowly thrusted.

March was panting as he once again approached his climax, squeezing the muscular pecs tight to the sides of his cock as he thrusted between them, his heavy balls tensing and tightening up as he got closer and closer. His thrusts became shorter and harder, losing rhythm and getting more erratic.

"Ah fuck..~!" March moaned out as he soon went over the edge, not giving any warning before he suddenly squeezed his legs tight to the maned wolf's sides, his thrusts stopping as he shuddered and tensed. His length throbbed hard against Scott's chest, balls drawn up tight as he pumped out a hot, musky load of seed. There wasn't much force behind his cumshots, to the point where they weren't even shooting out- it dribbled and poured out with each throb, making a messy puddle on Scott's chest, running down the sides of his pecs or pooling on his neck, plenty soaking into the blankets underneath. He was speechless, face hot with embarrassment and arousal as his friend coated his chest with semen.

"H-hah, sorry about the mess, here.." March grunted as he grabbed his cock with one hand, lifting it and pushing his hips forward just enough to slide his tip into Scott's muzzle, who simply let it happen with a loud huff. He winced as the strong, salty taste of cum immediately covered his tongue, the taste sticking even after he swallowed a few times. He could feel that sliminess slide down his throat with each gulp, getting involuntary shudders out of him each time. It certainly wasn't the first time he swallowed someone's cum or had their dick in his mouth, not that that made it much less embarrassing when he looked up and his eyes met with March's, despite their eyes being mostly hidden by their bright and messy hair. He huffed, looking away and gently closing his lips around the thick glans stuffing his maw, lightly sucking on it and continuing to swallow to prevent a mess. Or rather, to prevent more of a mess since his chest and chin were already coated.

"Mmmgh.. sorry 'bout that.." March groaned as his orgasm tapered off, his grip on Scott's chest loosening before he slid his shaft out of his mouth and flopped down with a huff, laying right on top of him, cock half-hard pinned between their bodies, and his head right on those wide, messy pecs. "Cumming like that really takes a lot out of me, heh.. Just gimme a bit.."

"U-uh, it's fine..!" Scott lifted his hands, giving March a bit of an awkward hug with his arms over his lower back. Even though he was quite literally sucking his dick a few moments ago, it was a different kind of embarrassing to lay together like this, not that he made any attempt to stop it or even really wanted to.

"Phew, okay. I'm good to keep going." March slowly pushed himself up, a mess of cum clinging from his chin and neck to Scott's pecs. "Sorry about the mess, we can shower after. Or not, I don't mind being smelly~" He chuckled.

"I-it's fine, man. What's next?" Scott asked, not really realizing that he still had his arms around the mouse.

"I'm glad you asked, cause I have the perfect plan to take care of this monster." March reached a hand behind him, giving that length a squeeze. "We'll just need to do some preparations first.."

"..What kind of preparations?"

That was answered by the mouse getting off of him, only to turn around and once again straddle his body, this time with his musky ass right in front of Scott's face.

"Go ahead and dig in, with how big you are we'll want loooots of lube." March said as he grabbed onto Scott's prick with both hands, bringing it down until it reached his mouth, giving the glans a lick and being met with a strong spurt of precum across his tongue. He almost choked on it, that pre-shot having much more force than he expected, but he dutifully swallowed it down and kept going, sucking and licking that tip while squeezing both hands tight around that extra-long penis, slowly taking more into his mouth.

"H-hold on, I-I..!" Scott huffed, but March was already making his move. With one hand still on that dick he spread his ass with the other, exposing his steamy tailhole to Scott as he lifted his butt up, only to scoot back a few inches and lightly drop it right onto his face. His grunts and moans were muffled under that mouse-twink ass, his muzzle only getting buried further between those cheeks as March wiggled on top to get nice and comfy. All he could smell was the raunchy musk of his furry rump, sweaty from its own heat throughout the day, and he could barely even see anything past those fat cheeks. He could still taste plenty of cum from earlier, but as he opened his lips- even just barely- he got a thorough taste of salty sweat that made his cock throb even harder. He moved his hands to March's thighs, squeezing them lightly and pulling them down, unintentionally putting more weight on his face.

After some more wiggling from above, and some more sucking and squeezing, Scott was finally convinced to do what was asked of him.. not that he really thought of doing it intentionally, his brain on autopilot as his tongue slipped from his lips, delivering a wet, drooly lick across the musky hole that his snout was pressed so firmly against. He was rewarded with a noisy moan from his rodent companion, and March took another few inches of his shaft into his maw, gagging softly as the tip reached the back of his throat.

The two of them were more than eager to please one another, Scott giving March's butt a good spit-shine while his muzzle was soaked with ass sweat, while March squeezed and milked more precum out of Scott's dick and took it as deep as he could to cover it with saliva- he couldn't get too far down, unable to fit it in his throat due to their current position. They were both having trouble continuing with how good it all felt, but they managed to keep on going with their tonguing and suckling.

Before he got too lost in the pleasure, March managed to stop himself, pulling Scott's member from his mouth with a gasp, a fat rope of pre immediately shooting out and splattering onto his face and chest.

"Really enjoying yourself back there, aren't you? Well as tempting as it is to sit on your face all day, there's something else we gotta do~" March lifted his ass from Scott's face, not that it was easy with how his arms were wrapped around his thighs. Scott took a deep breath of fresh air as he was finally "freed", or at least air that was less intoxicatingly hot and musky than what he was just smothered in.

"H-hah.. what is it?" Scott asked breathlessly, resisting the urge to shove his face right back into that musky butt.

"Well I was on top earlier, now I'd say it's your turn~" March told Scott, climbing off of him and laying on the bed. "Come over here, stand up and stuff that monster into me~"

"Wait, really? I-I mean, I'm not against it, but I don't think it'll fit!" Scott huffed, but his concern didn't stop him from getting up and standing off of the bed, grabbing his dick with both hands.

"It'll be fine, I'm pretty stretchy. Not like we need to put it ALL into me either, hehe." March chuckled, laying on his side and holding one of his legs up, his heavy balls resting on his leg and his cock once again hard and twitching. The sight whittled away what little hesitation Scott had left, and he took a little step forward to press his tip against March's spit-lubed tailhole.

"T-tell me when to stop, ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. Quit worrying so much and fuck my ass~" March started to slowly stroke his shaft with his other hand, huffing with excitement. Scott nodded with a blush, finally putting some more pressure on that needy rump until his tip slowly pushed right in. He couldn't hold back a noisy moan, his knees quivering until he adjusted to the pleasure. March could feel the heat of the precum gushing deep into his ass, leaking his own pre onto the bed and his hand.

After a bit more time adjusting Scott began to slide deeper, making both shiver more, but he didn't stop pushing more and more in, already bulging out the mouse's belly while most of his dick was still outside.

"So fuckin' deep..!" March groaned, his toes curling and his grip tightening on his cock, his sensitive prostate teased by that girth throbbing inside him. Scott could only huff at that, going further still and making the stomach bulge grow even larger, until March eventually held a hand out to stop him.

"A-alright, that's enough, whew.. How much is left?" March asked, looking up at the maned wolf that was partly leaned over him.

"Uh. A lot more than half." Scott responded, barely keeping himself together- even if March couldn't take most of his cock, that tight, hot tailhole wrapped around his shaft was more than enough to please him, and he could feel himself get closer to finishing with every little movement.

"H-haha, fuuck.. You feel even bigger than you look, holy shit." March chuckled and laid his head back, bringing his hand up to his forehead while he panted, his other hand going to his stomach while he kept his leg up on its own. "This thing is so huge, I wonder if I can.." He gave the stomach bulge a squeeze, getting a little gasp out of both of them.

"Alright big guy, you're good to go. Just try not to go deeper than this, hoo." March huffed, and Scott didn't wait to start slowly thrusting, pushing and tugging at that tight yet stretchy tailhole, hugging onto March's raised leg for better leverage. The bed creaked and squeaked from the movements, no more words necessary with their hot moans and panting, Scott's tail wagging lightly behind him with his thrusts and his balls swinging between his legs. The bulge in March's belly continued to grow and shrink with the thrusting, pushing against his hand each time Scott went deep.

Eventually March rolled onto his back, both legs up while he was slowly fucked, his cock resting along his stomach and chest and throbbing with need, drooling precum all over himself while his prostate was milked. He silently begged for more, hands squeezing the sheets and legs tight against Scott's sides, trying to pull him closer whenever he pulled his hips back.

It didn't take long for that pleasure to reach a peak, and March fully welcomed that pleasure. Thick, white spurts of cum poured from his tip every time Scott pushed into him, dripping all over his chest and face, some even getting onto his tongue. He couldn't stop himself from clenching down extra hard around the shaft that was practically impaling him, helping Scott reach his own climax. He pressed as deep as he could, the bulge of his prick reaching up to the mouse's chest, visibly pulsing before his orgasm exploded into him like a geyser. The force of the first huge cumshot visibly distended his abdomen before settling in his belly, almost knocking the wind out of him, but he didn't get a break as the second shot followed just a moment after, then the third, and more, and more. His belly swelled larger and rounder as it was filled beyond capacity, making him look almost pregnant with his stomach pushing up his cock.. then making him look actually pregnant as he was filled more.

March felt like he was going to burst by the time Scott was done, his member already half-soft but still leaking cum, his stomach stretched so large that the bulge from Scott's cock wasn't visible anymore. Once Scott was eventually done cumming he let out a happy, relieved sigh, the pleasure fading enough a few seconds later that he could come to his senses.

"H-holy shit, are you ok?" He asked with wide eyes, staring down at March while still holding onto his legs.

March groaned, opening his mouth to speak and coughing up a few thick globs of cum onto the bed, his stomach so full that Scott's load was going right through him.

"I-I'm.. urgh, I'm fine. Just a bit full." He huffed, taking deep and shaky breaths while trying to deal with the feeling of such overwhelming fullness, swallowing some of the seed he coughed up and almost failing to get it down. "Don't pull out, you'll make a mess. And it feels p-pretty good.." He chuckled tiredly, though he stopped himself when the laughing almost made him burp up more cum.

"If you say so, uh.. Did you really like it that much?" Scott asked quietly, cheeks blushing hot. Even with his dick still deep inside his friend, that didn't stop cum from slowly leaking out of his tailhole onto the bed and floor.

"Mmf. Of course man, I wouldn't lie. Did you see how hard I came?" March replied with a smile.

"H-heh, I guess so. Just keep resting for now I guess." Scott mumbled, rubbing his cheek.

"Hold on dude, lean down for a second." March told him, and he curiously and very carefully did so, doing his best to not press against his stomach. Once he was close enough March put a hand on his head, pulling him into a sloppy kiss. His eyes widened in surprise but he didn't pull away, embracing that wet kiss, tasting his own cum on the mouse's breath.

After kissing for a bit March lightly pushed him up, huffing happily.

"If I knew we'd end up doing this, I would've visited way earlier..~" He sighed with a smile.

"You think so? It's a shame it's almost over, but I guess you can visit again later. And this uh, opens up a lot of opportunities." Scott responded, looking down into his eyes.

"That's true. But this trip isn't over quite yet you know, it's barely noon and we got all of tomorrow to look forward to..~" March smirked, lightly wrapping his arms around Scott's back.

"I guess you're not wrong, then uh.. Let me know when you're ready for round two." Scott gave him a smile and wagged his tail, unable to hide his excitement for what they'd do next, and all of tomorrow..