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Mitch parks his old, worn out, but well loved pickup truck right by the front door of the apartment complex and waits for his old friend to come out. The large, bulky equine leans back on the wall and has a brief smoke. Max stumbles out of the building after a minute or so.

"Sorry, I had to sneak," says the busty rat boy, trying to be quiet. He's clutching the hem of his shirt over his crotch.

Mitch immediately tosses away his cig and snatches him up. "Why are you not wearing pants?"

Max is really agitated from the thrill of going down the stairs in this state of undress. "I'm still too sensitive, remember?"

"You have to get used to it, and I don't think this is how." He tosses Max onto the passenger seat before anyone can see them.

"I already am, pretty much. Umm. Honestly. I just wanna have a little fun with it while this excuse still applies." The rat boy is busy turning over in his seat, getting comfortable, squirming.

His big equine friend sighs heavily. "Sometimes I think we enable you too much."

"Hah. Maybe."

"Before I start driving, can I have a look?"

"Sure."

Mitch leans over from the driver's seat. "Huh, you're hard."

"It's been hard nonstop since I took off the bandages."

Max's leaky femcock juts out from between his fat thighs. It's done high and loose, the scar is fresh and very pronounced, with the inner foreskin above it, as well as the tip, looking vibrantly pink and still very smooth.

"Appetising. Are you happy with your decision?"

"I really like my new dick."

"I'm glad you do, princess. Have you been able to jerk off?"

"I've only used my wand. It feels incredible on the frenulum. I came so much."

"You were pent up, I bet." Mitch withdraws and starts the car. It coughs a few times before the engine gets going.

"I was."

Max is a little flustered during the whole drive, blushing subtly, and apparently also very horny, leaking all over his own lap.

Mitch glances over. "Is that how it reacts to being out?"

"This is how I react to being so exposed in traffic. One peek in and they'd see my..."

"The most sensitive bit of you," Mitch finishes, exaggerating the word 'sensitive' teasingly. They've talked about this many times before.

Max's dick twitches, or more like jumps. "Haa... You know me too well." He leans back on the headrest, snuggling into the familiar seat and looking out the side window. "It does seem to leak even more than before though."

Mitch just ruffles his hair.

They arrive at Shane's house. The otter boy who owns the place waves to them as they park in the driveway, and Max waves right back from behind the windshield. Kyle the fox boy is there too, but he only watches. Mitch takes Max's hand courteously as he steps out of the car. Max stands there for a minute, looking at the guys sheepishly, arms behind his back, slowly waving his exposed crotch side to side as the guys look.

"Huh," Kyle says, crossing his arms.

"You actually did it," Shane adds. He doesn't clarify as to whether he means the snip or the showing up half naked.

"I'm still a little shy," Max murmurs, then gives it a more vigorous shake that flings some precum off onto the lawn. The boys watch, nonplussed.

"Now that we're all here," Shane announces, diverting everyone's attention away from Max's dick, "I've got a fuckton of food in the kitchen, you can grab whatever you like, let's fucking go," he says, starting to lead the way. Mitch stays back a little, watching Max's hips sway from behind, curvy and alluring as ever. Kyle approaches Max from the side, sporting a huge tent in his shorts, and hugs him casually. They affectionately watch the bounce in eachother's crotches as they walk.

Shane stands by the big kitchen table, disappointed at how slow they all were. The selection is impressive, from salads to unreasonably big sandwiches to what passes for pizza around these parts. Max grabs a plain sandwich, Kyle and Mitch share a big bowl of Shane's admittedly good homemade salad, while the host himself grabs a couple greasy slices of pizza, which droop erotically as he holds them up. They eat outside, much to Max's exhibitionistic chagrin, on some folding chairs Shane has thoughtfully set up around a picnic table. Everyone, including Max himself, is too hungry to pay much attention to his still gently throbbing cock.

"Max," Shane starts, looking mischievous.

The rat boy perks up and stuffs the butt of the sandwich into his mouth, his cheeks bulging out cartoonishly. "Wha?"

"You know how the coffee machine works, go make one for me." They've had a whole bunch of beer right here all along, ice cold too, so they probably don't actually care about the coffee.

"And me," Mitch adds nonchalantly.

Max finishes chewing and grins. "I got it." He gets up gracefully and walks off, in no rush, tail up, giving himself a quality spank and pulling one of his cushy buttcheeks to the side. Finally, he twirls around, flashing a winning smile, before disappearing into the house. He returns after a minute, holding a cup of hot coffee in each hand. He has a bounce to his step, so his massive chest jiggles, and so does his cock, unashamedly fully hard. He's a natural at prancing around half naked. Shane nods, as if to say 'not bad', and gives him some mock applause before he's handed his cup. Mitch softly pecks Max on the forehead after taking his. Kyle calls him a slut and flicks his dick with a finger, getting a shameful little squeak out of him.

"You deserve a drink too," Shane says, picking up an empty paper cup and demonstrating it to Max.

"There's nothing in there," Max deduces.

"Very clever, just drink your own piss already," Shane puts it down on the table forcefully and points at it.

"Uh."

"Climb up."

"You got this," Mitch adds, just kinda smiling to himself.

Max gets on the table and squats by the cup, pointing his dick down into it, his balls resting right on the rim. He gets his tail yanked up as a reminder to keep it out of the way.

"If you spill any, you're getting spanked," Shane adds. He's so mean.

The guys watch Max piss into the cup. Almost immediately, his big, fleshy asshole clenches as he tries to stop the flow in time for it not to spill. It's hard, but he manages to keep it contained.

"Your tailhole is so cute like this," Kyle says teasingly.

"Not a drop, impressive," Shane notes.

Max climbs off the table, grabs it and gulps it down. It's overwhelmingly salty, but there isn't a lot of it. He throws the empty cup at Shane. "There, fuck you." The otter boy laughs it off.

"We should check out the backyard," Shane says, putting on his energetic influencer voice. "I got a fucking pool installed," he boasts. He coaxes his friends into getting up and following him behind the house. There, they do in fact find an in ground pool with a jacuzzi beside it. "Check it out! By the way, get-" Shane shoves Max from behind and into the pool, "get outta here, fuckin pranked, gotcha, I fucking got em," he gloats in an exaggerated manner, pointing down at the wet rat boy.

"That was uncalled for," Kyle protests ineffectually, timidly laughing along.

Max climbs out of the water, basically fine but pissed off and with his shirt 300% more clingy. Water runs down his body as he stands back up.

Max approaches Shane, who is frozen and has no idea what's coming to him. Glaring at the otter boy with the intent of evil revenge, he walks right up to him, places a hand on his shoulder to keep him in place and unceremoniously starts urinating, soaking the offender's shirt and shorts. He groans perversely. Shane doesn't even move, he just kinda half smiles as he passively watches Max make a mess of his clothes. After a few moments, the rat boy is grabbed by two powerful arms and pulled away, left to pointlessly empty his bladder on the grass.

"It's okay," Mitch says right into his ear. He starts to get Max's wet clingy shirt off him, one of his big manly hands pulling it up over his head. The other goes to Max's cock, which is still softly leaking urine.

Mitch's somewhat rough fingers rub over his shiny wet glans, making him moan out loud." Fuck, I'm still sensitive, please," he becomes so hard that it almost hurts.

Now naked save for a soaked pair of shoes, he's held in place for a little while as the two other guys watch him squirm and make stupid faces from pleasure. Shane strips down to his underwear in the meantime, setting his stained clothes aside.

Kyle steps in. He drops to his knees, pushes Mitch's hand away with his nose and swirls his tongue around the head of Max's dick. His eyes cross amusingly as he stares at the part of it that he can see, that being the scar line and everything above it. Max whines loudly. Kyle takes it between his lips. Mitch's hand sneaks to Max's ass, making him tense up and spurt a bit of pre into Kyle's mouth. Just as the sweet fox boy starts bobbing up and down the delicate little cock, Mitch forces his finger inside Max's welcoming asshole. He yelps, his knees buckle, and he cums onto Kyle's tongue. Kyle swallows.

"I didn't expect you to blow so early," Shane says, watching intently. There's a serious, throbbing bulge in his practical boxers, with a wet spot at the tip.

"He's been very pent up," Mitch explains while carefully holding Max upright and letting him nuzzle into his neck for comfort.

"Uhh, back to what we were doing..." Shane suggests, not as energetic as before. "Wanna sit in the jacuzzi?"

Max, having kicked off his shoes, is sitting on his wet shirt, hugging his knees and watching the three guys strip. Kyle is eager to get naked and keeps looking over his shoulder to check if Max is still paying attention. Shane just drops his undies in a utilitarian manner. Mitch takes the longest, teasing Max. Finally, his jockstrap comes down and his half erect horsecock flops out. Everyone admires its length and girth for just a moment before snapping out of it and getting into the jacuzzi. It's not big, but all four of them fit there comfortably when Max gets on Mitch's lap, taking his massive hardening penis between his soft thighs, while Shane and Kyle sit on either side. Shane leans in and lifts Max's now limp dick out of the water with two fingers, inspecting it curiously as Max squirms and hisses in response to his rude touch. Meanwhile Kyle tweaks one of his erect tender nipples, playing around with it pleasantly. Nothing else happens for a little while.

Mitch hears his phone vibrating in the pocket of his discarded jeans, lifts Max off his lap and excuses himself to go answer it. Even as he tries not to show off too much while leaving the water, he's magnificent. The muscular equine walks off briskly to the front of the house. Max wants to follow, but just as he throws his second leg up and out of the pool, he gets grabbed by his tail. "You're ours," Shane says evilly. He sticks two fingers into Max's inviting ass and forces them apart, then adds a third. Him and Kyle watch Max's hole widen as he gives up and relaxes. Kyle quickly hops out of the water, maintaining his decency with his big bushy tail, grabs his underwear, a stylish pair of briefs, and stuffs them into Max's loosened anus. Shane decides it's his turn, gets out to fetch his boxers, giving Max quite a show as he bends down to grab them, and comes back to force them inside too. "One more?"

"I think he can handle one more," Kyle responds, on his knees beside Max, who just lies on the edge of the pool and doesn't say anything. Shane tosses Mitch's jockstrap over, and Kyle pushes it in. "Now he's full. How is it, Max?"

"It's fucking fabric, it feels weird."

"You love anything inside you though."

"I have toys now, I don't need random objects."

Mitch comes back. Ignoring the boys, he squats down in front of Max, letting him drink in his favourite sight, a pair of saggy testicles gently swaying in front of his face. "Apparently I have to get going," he says, softly pulling Max forward until his legs are out of the water and his balls are on his face, "I can drop you off at home along the way."

Max kisses the lovely stallion's nutsack. "Yes please. Um. I've got three pairs of underwear inside me."

"I suggest that you get them out in a timely manner," Mitch says while Max keeps licking his nuts.

The rat boy lifts up his rear end and wiggles it side to side, and Kyle and Shane pull the garments out of his asshole unceremoniously. His dick throbs underneath him, neglected.

Shane reluctantly agrees to launder all of the underwear involved. Everyone gets dressed without it. Max, still bottomless and wet, fondles the fox boy and the otter boy through their shorts as a cute parting gesture before being stuffed into the car by Mitch. His shoes get placed under the seat to dry.

"Was I hot?" Max asks, settled in the passenger seat, legs splayed wide, feet up on the dashboard, running his fingers over the unfamiliar contours of his cock.

"You love strutting your stuff."

"I do."

"You were, don't worry. Still are."

Max starts jerking it with two fingers, taking advantage of the somewhat loose skin but not being rough. The sides of his fingers bump into the flared ringe of his glans. He moans shamelessly, and his friend is happy to listen.

He manages to make himself cum again before he has to get out, grab his shoes, say goodbye and go sneak back into his apartment half naked.