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He emerged from the pool after swimming in the sun for the past half-hour, panting and catching his breath as he wiped the bleached water out of his eyes. The Bernese Mountain Dog sighed and doggy-paddled his way over to the metal stairs leading out of the pool, climbed up them, and shook himself dry. He heard a few furries standing next to him shout or mutter something when he spread the water everywhere, but it was a pool after all, so they were expected to get wet. He walked over to the sunlounger he was sitting on before he entered the pool, and promptly sat back down on it. The canine placed his legs on the sunlounger and sighed with much relief as he placed his paws behind his head. He did this all the time on the weekends: go swimming for 30 minutes or an hour, then sit back, relax, and enjoy all the wet, muscular furries and scalies around him swimming in the pool, walking by with their fat asses and wet sheaths buried within their swimming trunks. He usually paid close attention to all the giant hyenas and Rottweilers who would stand very close to the pool in front of him and pause, then jump in and land with a massive splash. All of them had such chiseled abs and muscles, and they always glistened in the sun when wet. A few in particular had beefy ass cheeks, and he smiled widely when one of them bent down next to him so he could grab his energy drink off the ground. He was tempted to grab his ass, maybe even glomp it, but he found enough self-control to prevent himself from doing it. He didn't, however, have enough control to cover up the bulge in his bright red swimming trunks. He didn't even try to make it go away; he just glanced down at the bulge and a leering grin appeared on his face. The dog continued to look all around the swimming pool, ignoring all the furries who saw his massive boner. He took very much pride in it, and looked at the confused or disgusted pedestrians as though to say, "Yeah, I do have a boner. What're ya gonna do about it?" Of course, the dog's "friend," Wally, knew all about his tactics, and shook his head before sighing heavily.

"Searching for fresh meat again Rickie?"

"You know how I am."

Wally sighed. "Unfortunately. Just don't get your ass locked away for rape."

"C'mon Wally, I always find a way to convince them."

Rickie chuckled and stroked his boner through the fabric of his swimming trunks.

"Always."

"Yeah, yeah, just watch yourself Rickie. The last thing you wanna do is pick out someone whose ex-boyfriend is a cop. Anyway, I'm gonna go home. You have fun being you."

"Oh, I will."

Rickie watched as the orca walked away with a towel slung over his shoulder and flip-flops and bright green swimming trunks on. Being the pervert that he was, Rickie couldn't help but stare at his ass too, and he wasn't even sure that Wally was gay. But after looking at his ass for a few seconds, the dog looked away and paid more attention to the guys in the pool. Eventually, he found the one furry that he had been searching for. It was a white otter, whose fur was soaking wet and glistening in the sun as he slowly stepped out of the pool. He had sapphire colored eyes, and his swimming trunks matched the color exactly. His tail was thick and slippery, and chances were, he had a tight asshole buried underneath it all. Rickie smiled and hopped off his sunlounger before he started to follow the mysterious white otter, who was busy wiping himself off with a towel. The aquatic mammal headed for the locker rooms, and Rickie resumed walking behind him, trying to get rid of his boner so he wouldn't scare the otter off. The otter opened the door leading into the rooms and stepped inside, before Rickie followed him in, making sure he closed and locked the door as well. The white otter paused as he witnessed six furries and a couple of scalies getting dressed or undressed. They were so nonchalant about being naked around each other, and many of them didn't even bother glancing at another's bulbous ass cheeks. The otter couldn't help himself though, and he wound up staring at a fat bear's giant ass. He bent over very slowly, almost to the point where the otter could see his tailhole. He sifted around in his locker, grabbing his Axe body spray before he sprayed the sweet-scented grooming product around his chest. Then he bent down a little more and pulled up his shorts. Before he got them up all the way, he turned around and saw the otter fixating on his ass. He growled, suddenly angry.

"The fuck are you starin' at?!" he snarled.

The otter snapped out of his trance and gasped loudly. The bear's voice was so loud that it alerted everyone in the locker room, and now all the furries and scalies were staring at him. No, no, they were staring at the bulge in his blue swimming trunks. The aquatic mammal looked down for a split second and noticed it as well.

"Oh, no, no, no, no I-I-I wasn't...it's not what it looks like! Really, I-I thought I was...I-I didn't...I mean..."

The otter looked down at his bulge again, then at all the eyes watching him, and the bear who looked like he was about to smash his head into the wall. His cheeks grew red, he started to hyperventilate, and the next thing he knew, he was reliving a painful childhood memory, like when he was pantsed when he was a young cub, and his little wee-wee was revealed to everyone in the school hallway. He scratched the back of his head and awkwardly rushed over to the other side of the locker room, the side that was completely barren. Rickie decided to "comfort" the timid otter and walked over to the right side of the locker room too and sat down on one of the benches. The otter slammed his forehead against the blue, rusty locker and sighed to himself, rubbing his head and realizing how much of an idiot he truly was. He could hear some of the furries whispering and chatting amongst themselves, and he was sure that bear said the word "fag" once or twice, but he tried to ignore it. The Bernese Mountain Dog ignored them as well, and waited until most of them got dressed and left before he talked to the otter.

"Hi."

The otter gasped and turned around, staring at the canine who appeared out of nowhere.

"Jesus, don't do that! I-I don't like it when furries sneak up on me!"

Rickie chuckled. "Sorry, it's a bad habit of mine."

The otter turned around and started to twist the single dial lock on the locker and entered the combination before swinging the blue metal door open.

"What is it that you want?" asked the otter, a bit annoyed.

"I haven't seen you around these parts before. Are you new here kid?"

"Yeah, I used to live up Jersey City, got tired of the furries around me."

"Tired?"

The otter sighed. "If you were in here a few minutes ago, you'd understand what I mean."

"Oh...city not a big fan of gays?"

"No, it's not so bad. ...It's just, everyone always seemed to get on my ass...no pun intended."

"Sorry."

"Yeah."

Rickie watched the otter gather some of his belongings and clothing out of the locker before he sighed heavily and decided to learn a little more about the shy otter.

"What's your name kid?"

"Ganley, Ganley Hudson. What about you?"

"Rickie Delworth."

Ganley zipped up his duffel bag and took out a pair of jeans and boxers, preparing to change out of his wet swimming trunks. He disregarded the fact that Rickie was sitting four feet away from him, and pulled down his damp trunks, bending over and raising his tail. Rickie smiled widely and stared directly at his bright, white buttocks. They weren't the biggest pair he'd ever seen, but damn, they sure were smooth, and sexy. They were also big for Ganley's size, especially since he was a bit of a scrawny otter. Rickie felt like standing up and smacking them right then and there, but he just met the guy not even five minutes ago. He didn't want to be "rude," even though he could feel that bulge in his shorts growing again. The otter squatted down so he could pick up his shorts, revealing even more of his bare, fat buttocks to the dog, like he was teasing him, asking the canine to shove him against the locker and fuck him. Rickie paid close attention to Ganley's pucker, thinking about how tight his asshole might be.

"Nice butt ya got there Ganley."

"Wh-"

Ganley yelped and turned around, quickly pulling his damp swimming trunks back up so he could cover his nether regions and his white ass. He started panting very loudly and looked down at his shorts, then over at Rickie, then his shorts again, then Rickie, then he looked at the bulge in his swimming trunks. Rickie chuckled leeringly and continued to stare at Ganley, whose cheeks were starting to turn bright red.

"I-I-I should get going now." stammered the aquatic mammal.

"Aw, c'mon Ganley, I was merely making a compliment about your ass."

"No! No, no, no...no you weren't. You're flirting with me."

"Maybe. Maybe not."

"You don't even know me!"

"Geez, I'm sorry that saying someone's ass looks nice is so disturbing to you."

"No, I know what you're doing! You're just trying to get into my pants like every common gay guy out there!"

"Um, I don't think you should be talking; you were just fixating on that ursine's fat ass, and had an erection, were you not?"

Ganley's face turned bright red again. "That's not the same thing."

"Sure it ain't."

"No! This is just like my ex-boyfriend all over again! You say I look nice, that I smell fresh and clean, that my butt looks big and that my eyes twinkle in the moonlight, but after all that's said and done, I'm nothing more than just your toy you can fuck! And when you get tired of that toy, you toss me out on the curb and leave me to rot!"

Rickie thought about saying something, finding some way of changing the otter's mind, but if he did that, he'd look desperate, like he absolutely had to have sex right then and there. Maybe he made the wrong choice. Maybe there was someone out there who wasn't so shy like Ganley, and was willing to wiggle his jiggly rump right in his face. Although, Rickie knew that deep down in Ganley's heart, he wanted someone to stick their fat cock far up his own ass. He was just too meek and too in denial to admit it though. Nevertheless, Rickie didn't feel like dealing with trying to change Ganley's decision, so he just shrugged and sighed.

"Well, I'm sorry you feel that way about me. I'm not gonna lie-I was hoping that maybe we could hang out in the future, and that perhaps we could have a mutual, or sexual relationship, but it's no big deal. Anyways, I just wanted to say hi and that you have a nice ass, and I apologize if I've made you feel uncomfortable in any way."

Ganley stopped panting and calmed down, loosening the grip he had on his swimming trunks.

"Thank you. I'm...I'm sorry if I snapped at you."

Rickie placed his legs on the bench and looked down at his boner. "It's no big deal. You can go now if you'd like. I won't hold you up any longer."

The dog pulled down his red trunks just enough so that his erect, black cock was exposed to the otter. Ganley's eyes grew wide and Rickie started to stroke his penis with his right paw.

"Um...what are you doing...?"

"Masturbating."

"...Why?"

Rickie sighed and rested his head on the bench so he was looking up at the ceiling.

"I figure I might as well since looking at your ass has already given me an erection. But you don't want me to fuck you, and that's clearly understandable. Of course, one way or the other, I'm getting rid of the urge that's been building up inside of me all day. I do this a lot actually; I'm surprised no one has yet to figure out why there's cum on the floor and benches after the weekend. You can go now if you'd like to Ganley...unless you want to watch me."

Ganley didn't say anything. He just stood there and stared at the Bernese Mountain Dog. Rickie closed his eyes and started to move his paw up and down very slowly, murring calmly to himself as a wave of lustful thoughts entered his mind. Gryphons with fat asses, dragons with huge, red cocks, two feral dogs banging each other doggy-style, and more importantly, Ganley's white, fat ass. He didn't see it for as long as he hoped, but the image was locked away in his mind. That was all he needed to get it up. Once it was, he started to rub his thick cock up and down with his paw, murring softly and inhaling as his horniness began to grow. Ganley couldn't stop staring at him pawing-off. His cock was so long, and he had a thing for furries and scalies with black cocks and balls. He didn't know why; he just seemed more turned on by them. Rickie exhaled softly and grabbed the bench with his left paw as his lustful thoughts began to grow. He pictured Ganley bending over with his tail and ass high in the air. He pictured him wiggling that fat ass and teasing him. More importantly, he pictured himself sticking his cock into his tailhole, or perhaps using his tongue to moisten the aquatic mammal's ring. Whatever it was, it made his penis grow even more, until it was seven and a half inches long. Rickie looked at his penis, and noticed that he was pawing-off faster now, really getting caught up in the moment. He grunted and murred loudly before he started to fap faster now, moving his paw up and down so much it was creating a faint, squishy sound. He could feel something wet and sticky at the head of his shaft and knew a small amount of pre was sliding down his dick and onto his paw. Damn, I'm already getting close to cumming, thought the canine. He had pawed in that same locker room dozens of times before, and yet, he wasn't sure if he ever excreted precum this quickly before. Maybe it was because of the fact that Ganley was standing a little over a yard away from him, and he knew that even though he wasn't looking at it, he thought his fat ass was still in his face. God...if only that otter would bend over for me one more time, maybe I could cum right this very second, thought Rickie, as he masturbated furiously. Ganley was still just standing there, watching the dog fap so hard he began to sweat. His grip on the bench was extremely tight, and his face looked like it would turn red at any moment. Then, all of a sudden, he slowed down and let his cock breathe, and expelled another sticky trail of precum. Rickie exhaled a few times before grabbing his dick with both paws. Suddenly, Rickie started to move both paws up and down quickly, but also very briskly. It looked like he was choking it; his grip was so firm. Rickie finally opened his mouth and let out a sensual and slightly disturbing growl in front of Ganley. He shut his eyes and gritted his teeth, grinning almost maliciously as he grunted and moved his paws up and down. His cock was veiny now and another trail of pre was dripping down it, and the squishy noise of Rickie fapping was much louder. Ganley, suddenly, became jealous. This was a dog who looked like he would do anything to get a taste of his ass, and the second he tells him firmly "No," he decides to resort to masturbating? Was he not good enough for the dog? Was he not worth it? No, no, that can't be true, thought Ganley. There are guys out there who would pay money just for me to bend over in front of them. I'm good enough for him. I know I am. ...I-I just need to show it.

Rickie sat up and shouted again, seconds away from climaxing. He panted four times very quickly before grunting and shutting his eyes. After he rubbed his dick up and down a couple more times, he twitched and swore out loud. He opened his eyes and saw the well-known torrents of ejaculate shoot up into the air at an arc, and land on the bench he was laying on as well as the floor. He grunted as he orgasmed before sighing and looking down at his penis, which was now becoming flaccid and still had a little bit of cum hanging from the glans. He looked at the stain on the floor, thinking that he should at least clean it up, but he shrugged, knowing that that's what the janitor was for. Rickie pulled up his swimming trunks and started to walk out of the locker room. He hadn't got what he wanted, but he figured he could cut his loses and find someone else next week.

"Guess I'll see you another day Ganley."

But Ganley couldn't let him leave. He just couldn't. So he grabbed Rickie's arm and spun him around, panting and somewhat pissed off.

"Why did you do that in front of me?"

Rickie stared at Ganley for a very long time, and blinked.

"Why did you watch?"

Ganley couldn't figure out a proper comeback, so he just stared silently at Rickie, and then glanced down at his swimming trunks. He looked back up at the dog, and his cheeks turned red, and he became timid yet again. Rickie looked down at Ganley's trousers, and noticed he had a long erection as well.

"Huh. Well, Ganley, something you uh, wanna get off your chest?"

Ganley awkwardly pushed the fingertips on each of his paws together, looking down at the floor.

"I'm sorry, Rickie. I'm...I'm uh, like you. Well, not exactly, but you get my drift. While you are dominant, I'm submissive. You spend your time looking for young furries like me to...have sex with...while I go around hoping that someone will insert themselves into me when I bend over. But I'm not like you. I've had a bad experience with relationships before, and because of that, now I'm shy and apprehensive..."

"So what are you saying: you want me to fuck you, but you're scared because in doing so, we may end up in a relationship?"

"I'm not afraid of a relationship. I'm afraid that should we have sex, you may end up like my ex-boyfriend. Sure, you're cute at first, but after some time, you start gaining weight and drink a lot and pay less attention to me-"

Rickie chuckled. "I have a high metabolism, and I don't like the migraines I get from drinking too much beer, so I usually drink one or two cans per week."

"But...what about paying no attention to me?"

"Therein lies the problem, don't it? If we start a relationship, it'd be open, and you don't want that, right?"

"Right."

"But you still want me to fuck you."

Ganley blushed. "Right..."

Rickie smiled. "Then perhaps we should just stay as friends, or fuck-buddies as some furries say. No love or anything, just sex."

"Love is involved when you have sex."

"Okay, fucking then-doesn't matter. Do you get my point?"

Ganley nodded and smiled as well.

"Good. Now turn around." growled Rickie.

The white otter turned around and slowly pulled his damp swimming trunks down to his ankles, bending over and revealing his ripe buttocks to the dog again. Rickie pulled down his trunks as well and let his black balls and cock dangle from his scrotum. Once he saw Ganley's ass, his flaccid penis started to grow again. The otter placed his paws on the locker and stuck out his ass like he was about to get frisked. He shook his rump from left to right a little and turned his head around to see Rickie's expression. He grinned and raised his tail, waiting for the mutt to penetrate his rectum. The dog rubbed the aquatic mammal's plump butt cheeks and squeezed them. Then he promptly smacked the left one and watched as it jiggled. Ganley winced a little, but didn't mind the little spank he gave. Rickie smacked his ass a second time, and harder than before. The dog leaned forward and growled in Ganley's ear, his cock fully erect once again. Then he inserted his dark dick into his ass, making the otter yelp with surprise. He was breathing very slowly, exhaling his warm breath onto the back of the otter's neck. The Bernese Mountain Dog rubbed the otter's left ass cheek very slowly, obsessed with how smooth and fat it was. He jerked forward, inserting his cock deeper into the aquatic mammal's anus. Ganley yelped again and made sure he kept his paws against the locker. The canine grunted and thrusted into Ganley's butt a third time, shutting his eyes and inhaling sharply. Ganley had his eyes closed as well, and could feel the blissful pain of Rickie's dick going back and forth inside his ass. Rickie grunted and gradually moved his dick backwards, feeling it throbbing already. Then he moved forwards again and inserted his penis deep into the otter's ass.

"God...DAMN, you're tight! Your ex hasn't loosened you up much,"

Rickie grunted and thrusted into Ganley.

"Has he?"

Ganley was going to respond, but Rickie thrusted into him so hard that his body slammed against the lockers with a metallic clang.

"N...no."

"Well, guess I'm gonna have to change that!"

Rickie snarled and slammed the otter against the lockers again, and increased his rate of speed. He was moving back and forth moderately, emitting a soft, but still audible squishy sound as he moved his fat cock back and forth. The otter couldn't stop moaning and gasping; the dog couldn't stop grunting and muttering lustful, incoherent phrases into his ear. The dog thrusted quickly into the otter four times before he stopped so he could growl loudly, and in a somewhat perverted tone. He quickly went back to fucking the otter, thrusting into him moderately as his cock pulsated. Ganley had an erection of his own, and he could feel the boner occasionally brush against the cold lockers and send a chill down his spine. The chill went away the second Rickie thrusted into him again though, and brought that warm, tingly sensation back. Rickie slammed the otter into the locker again, humping him faster now and making the otter in front of him squeal and yelp as he was shoved against the locker. Ganley wasn't into rough sex, but he seemed to make an exception for Rickie, and didn't mind him slamming him into the lockers at all. The dog shut his eyes and shouted as he thrusted forwards, making much noise when Ganley was thrown against the lockers again.

"OW! Not-not so loud! Someone might hear!"

"Relax baby. I want them to hear us."

That's when Rickie finally decided to go faster now, and was thrusting as quickly as his body allowed him to. He couldn't tell how fast he was going, but the squishy sound and the faint thudding of Ganley as he slammed into the lockers increased phonemically. Rickie kept a firm grip on the otter's waist as he thrusted into him, wagging his tail and panting loudly. The otter couldn't stop moaning and exhaling, feeling the dog's long and veiny cock inside of him, his aggressive dominance being exerted on him, and his hot breath coming out in little puffs along the back of his neck. The otter screamed from all the ecstasy, and quickly covered his mouth with his right paw so no one would hear. But the dog simply laughed evilly, and started to go even faster. He wanted everyone to hear what they were doing. He wanted to get the meek otter to howl and scream with as much jubilation as possible. If anything, what Rickie wanted the most, was the otter, and his smooth, fat ass. He couldn't stop thrusting into his tailhole, even knowing that it hurt because of how tight the otter was. But the dog knew that if he loosened up his asshole now, then perhaps in the future (should there ever be one), it wouldn't be so painful for either one of them. So he continued to pound the otter as fast as he could, although he wasn't fucking him hard yet. He usually saved that for when he was about to climax. Ganley seemed to have no trouble with it though. His erection was long and veiny as well, and there was a tiny drop of pre coming out of the glans. The coy otter was overjoyed with the dog having his way with him and stimulating him. He couldn't stop shouting and scratching his claws against the metal lockers. Ganley closed his eyes and shouted as he felt a tingly, odd sensation in his groin. That's when he noticed that he was shooting his load all over the lockers and leaving several splotches all over the blue doors. Rickie saw what Ganley had done as well, and grinned, proud that the otter wasn't upset over being so dirty in a semi-public area. He also noticed that Ganley was louder than he was, and the cries he let out could've been mistaken for cries of help, that he was being raped. Lucky for them, no one was around, and the walls seemed to be thick enough to drown out the screams and the metallic clanging.

Now that Ganley had came all over the lockers, Rickie knew that it was his turn to cum. His dick was pulsating incessantly, he was in heat, and he had a firm grip on the twink's waist. The dog stopped fucking swiftly and slowed down to give himself and Ganley a breather. However, instead of fucking Ganley as fast as he could, he inserted his entire cock up the otter's asshole, thrusting so hard that Rickie's thighs collided with Ganley's posterior. The otter screamed when he was lodged against the locker forcefully before Rickie moved backwards and paused. Then he repeated the maneuver and thrusted deep into his ass again, slamming him against the lockers once more. The Bernese Mountain Dog could feel some of the precum exiting his dick and realized that he was going to cum any minute now. He found it strange that he could cum so quickly even after he just got through masturbating, but he was a professional when it came to certain subjects like this. Rickie thrusted into the white otter twice and waited so he could smack Ganley's fat behind again. He just loved the way it jiggled. Immediately afterwards he went back to banging the white otter, fucking him so hard that it hurt and he thought his cock was gonna get stuck in-between the ass cheeks. More precum was oozing out of his dick, foreshadowing the impending rain of spooge. Rickie thrusted four times in a row before he screamed too, and couldn't withstand the joyous pain any longer. The dog huffed, thinking that he should've used lube before he fucked the otter, but both of them were caught up in the moment and hadn't thought it through too much. But it was alright, since the canine knew he'd cum any second now. Rickie thrusted five times before stopping and gritting his teeth as he pinned Ganley against the lockers. He screamed vocally before grinding his claws against the rusty metal again, waiting for Rickie to fill him up. But nothing came out except a small supply of pre. The dog thrusted four times again, repeating the same moves and receiving the same reaction from the otter: an ear-piercing screech. Rickie held the position for seven seconds, but he was still incapable of cumming inside the otter's asshole. The dog sighed heavily and moved backwards a bit, preparing to go in for the kill. He waited, let the excitement of shooting his load inside another furry's tailhole fuel his lust and determination, and then he thrusted into the otter eight times very quickly. On the eighth thrust, Rickie shut his eyes and gritted his teeth before screaming and reaching his orgasm. He felt all the cum soaring through his urethra and shooting out of the head of his dick. The otter squealed when he felt the warm semen filling up his asshole and closed his eyes, murring softly to himself. Rickie exhaled with intense relief and started to breathe very softly, his breath still puffing out on the otter's neck. Then he grunted and slowly retracted his cock, wincing with pain as it left Ganley's tailhole. He could see some of the cum smeared around his penis, and the thick strand that was still connected to his glans and Ganley's pucker. The strand slowly split in half until it finally started to drip down from Rickie's cock and Ganley's butt. The otter murred and grunted before he stuck his ass out and released all the cum Rickie just planted inside him all over the floor with a splash. Then he lowered his tail and sighed, turning around to look at Rickie.

"Ow...I thought you weren't...rough?"

Rickie snickered. "When did I say that? Besides, I had to 'loosen you up,' remember?"

Ganley sighed. "Right."

The white otter winced as he bent down and pulled up his damp swimming trunks. After the event he just had in the locker room, Ganley didn't even feel like changing into his regular clothes, and just wanted to go home and take a nap. Rickie yanked up his swimming trunks too.

"This-this doesn't um...it doesn't mean anything though, right?"

"Absolutely not."

"But...I want to see you again."

"And like I said, we can be friends/fuck-buddies, but that's all you want, yeah?"

"Yeah, but, I just think we should do more than fuck each other."

"Well, I can always teach you about all the paraphilias around here. This city's loaded with them."

"Paraphilias?"

"Like fetishes. Who knows, maybe you'll like some of 'em. It's probably a good thing I teach you, especially if you find someone who's into some of them and you don't know how to respond when they perform them right in front of you. I'm pretty sure you'd be confused if you met someone who started rubbing their footpaw all over your dick."

Ganley raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Rickie chuckled and shook his head. "You'll understand when I teach you."

"Okay. So I'll see you some other time then?"

"Yeah," said Rickie, scribbling his phone number down on a piece of paper he got out his own duffel bag.

Rickie handed his phone number over to Ganley, who slowly grabbed the paper and memorized the digits.

"Remember...this is nothing mutual. We're just, y'know, fuck-buddies."

Rickie nodded. "I know. Anyways, I'll see you later, yeah?"

"Yeah."

Rickie grabbed his bag containing all of his clothes and started to walk out of the locker room using the other door he didn't lock. He kept telling himself that he hadn't started anything serious with the otter, but as he headed over to his car, he smirked to himself. Deep down, the dog knew that "serious" was the only word to describe the relationship he was about to get involved in.