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"I'd love to try being Game Master if we stick with Adventure Box." 8-Track stretched his arms as he walked down the street, feeling the sun warm the fur on the back of his neck. "Mmm. I've got some ideas for a setting I'd love to show you."

Robin put a hand to their chin and regarded 8-Track with their usual sleepy demeanor. "I'd love to play in your setting. Adventure Box has been a really good time."

"The Deadline session we did was fun, too, for sure. But I wouldn't want to be in charge if we went with that one!"

"Too much of a sweetheart?"

8-Track tittered, his face flushing. "You're a sweetheart..."

Robin had their fingers on their lips as they grinned. "That could be."

"I'd still be down to be a player, though!" Their walk had brought the two of them back to the crest of the hill 8-Track lived on the side of, and he skipped a few steps down the incline before turning back to his boyfriend. "Hey, Robin."

They had their thumbs in their jeans pockets as they made their way down at their own pace. "Yeah?"

"Wasn't this a great day to go out?"

They adjusted their glasses and looked upwards, and 8-Track could see cottony white seeds reflected in the big, round lenses, drifting across a blue sky. "Sure was."

He took a deep breath of the summer air as he waited for Robin to catch up, then turned to follow a little behind.

They looked back with a sly smile. "It doesn't sound like you're planning on letting me out again once we're inside, though."

"Heheh. And what are you gonna do if you're right?"

"I might just have to suck your dick about it. Who knows?"

8-Track laughed and rubbed his hands together before pulling a key out of his purse. The two of them had come to a small green house, one story tall with a gently sloping roof. He unlocked the door before throwing it open and striding into the living room, setting the purse down on the coffee table. The room was tidy and comfortable, with white walls and worn, dark wooden doors. A tall, potted flower atop a low bookshelf glowed in the sunlight streaming through the window, and beside it was a cushy green sofa.

He felt Robin's arms around him and leaned back into their embrace as the door shut behind them. "Expecting visitors?"

"Hmhmhm. Just you."

They responded by leaning down to kiss his neck. 8-Track breathed out through his nose and turned his body, wrapping his arms around Robin's broad torso and tilting his head back to gaze into their golden eyes. After a few moments, they leaned in again, and his eyes drifted shut; a feeling of warmth flooded his body as their lips met, and he felt Robin's breath against his face as they sighed. He pushed his tongue past their lips, and their hands slipped into his pants, caressing his ass as he felt their upper and lower teeth separate further to accommodate his ingress.

They gripped 8-Track's cheeks and spread them apart under his clothes, to which he_mm_ed and broke the kiss, smiling up at them. "We doing this here?"

Robin smiled back silently as they removed their glasses, then slipped out of his embrace, dropping the lenses casually into 8-Track's bag and falling back against the sofa to watch him approach. He bent over to kiss them again, hooking his fingers in the hem of their T-shirt, feeling their fine, grey fur and the softness of their body as he pulled it over their head. He unbuttoned their jeans and watched their stiffening dick flop out as he pulled their undergarments off with them, leaving his boyfriend fully exposed in his living room.

The fox's breathing quickened as he looked across the curves of their soft chest and belly and their long, well-tapered cock, the shiny texture of their head peeking out of their foreskin as they smiled sweetly up at him. He took their shaft in one hand, feeling the heat and firmness of their excitement through their soft, yielding skin, and heard them sigh as he stroked and squeezed it. With his other hand, he unzipped his own black jeans and shimmied out of them before straddling Robin, pressing his newly freed member to theirs, wrapping his fingers around them both, and leaning in for another deep kiss.

Robin's tongue entered his mouth this time; 8-Track caressed and sucked on it and made vague gyrating motions with his hips. He moved his hands down to grip Robin's plush cheeks, and he felt the cat begin to purr, their powerful vibrations enveloping him, their balls just barely brushing his as he moved his body and their fingers running through his ruby red hair.

8-Track pulled back and finally removed his sunglasses, then tossed his button-up and T-shirt to the floor, freeing the last of his brownish summer fur. He pressed his bare chest to Robin's, kissing their shoulder. Suddenly they stood up, lifting him and spinning him around, and his full-mast erection flopped against his belly as they carefully set him back down on the couch in a sitting position.

Robin knelt on the carpet and pressed their nose into his tip, taking a deep breath and letting it out warmly against his skin. They turned their eyes up to meet his. "I love you," they said.

"Hmhmhm." 8-Track put his hand to one of their pointed ears and stroked it. "I love you, too."

They slid their tongue out across his length slowly, then made their way down to his base, gently twisting their head from side to side. He felt their tongue curl around one of his balls, lifting it from its position resting on the couch cushion, then the other; then Robin pressed their snout against his dick and licked it roughly, sending a shock of pleasure through his body and causing him to gasp.

He watched as four of his six inches disappeared all at once past their lips, and he huffed and leaned back, moving his hand to the back of their head to stroke their blue hair. Robin closed their eyes, and 8-Track felt the soft purring deep in their throat a moment before he heard it. Smiling down at their round face as it bobbed shallowly on his cock, he placed his hand between their ears and gave them a few firm scritches.

The purring rose, and he groaned. Damn, he was lucky to have a cat for a boyfriend.

After a few moments scratching Robin's head and enjoying the warmth and vibration, he pressed his palm gently against their forehead. They took the hint, drawing back until their lips were wrapped around his cockhead. He felt their tongue swirling around it as he scratched under their chin; then they drew back even further, squeezing his tip between their lips, and dove in to the back of their throat again. They bobbed vigorously, sinking only half as deep once every few strokes to caress his head with their tongue.

8-Track leaned forward and placed his hand at the back of their neck again. He could glimpse the curve of their wide buttocks and the hint of a cleft obscured by their tail, and he stroked their fur as he watched the rhythmic way they bounced up and down. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding in a huff and gripped Robin's shoulders.

"Ugh..." he groaned. "Fuck, you're hot."

"Hmm!" They opened their mouth, giving his dick a lick as they came off of it, and started pumping it with their hand as they rested their head on his thigh, smiling amusedly. "Good to know."

"Get your butt up here."

"Just my butt?" They wiggled it.

Instead of answering, he put his hands under their arms and lifted. They let him guide them up onto the sofa; soon the pretense that they were moving under anyone's power but their own was no longer tenable, and he settled for rubbing his hands along their body as they crawled into position beside him.

He let out another sharp huff and took a handful of their ass as they raised it in the air. Between their soft, round cheeks, a perfect little funnel of a butthole gave him a wink, their tail curving upwards just above it in an upside-down J. Their dick was hanging down at half mast, and he watched it stiffen rapidly again as he began to grope and massage their ass.

"Mmmm..." He bent himself over Robin, reaching down to stroke their cock as he pressed his torso against their broad cheeks. They let out a sigh, pushing themself back into him and brushing his tip with their balls; he pressed his snout to the fur on their back, kissing them and breathing in their slightly dusty scent. He reached for the table and, managing to hook a finger around his purse's strap, drew it to himself.

He set the bag on Robin's back. They turned their head to watch him search through it, and he smiled down at them as he pulled out a small, clear bottle of lube. "You better be ready."

They huffed quietly, turning their head away and pushing their ass into him again. "Oh, I wouldn't worry about that."

8-Track lay the purse back on the table and pushed his cock hard against his boyfriend's soft body, letting it angle itself to the right, rubbing against one of their ass cheeks as he gripped the bottle. His foreskin was drawn all the way back, no longer discernible, his broad, flared head freely pushing into their fur. "Gosh, Robin," he breathed. "You--"

Click.

At the sound of the door opening behind him, he yelped and twisted. But before he could see who had walked in on them, he found that the spot he'd swung his center of gravity to was above open air, and he went tumbling onto the carpet.

Wedged between the couch and the table, he heard laughter in a familiar voice. His alarm dissipated, though his heart's pumping didn't slow, the shock still in his body. He sat up. "Soren?"

The bluish ferret put a hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter as he stood in the doorway. Robin was lying on their side, looking down at 8-Track in amusement.

"Looks like I caught you at a good time." Soren kicked the door shut. "Forget this?" he asked, turning the lock.

8-Track laughed just a little shakily. "Whoops."

"Thanks. Now we can bang in peace." Robin was smiling at Soren now, and it was hard to tell if the look was sleepy, seductive, or deadpan. They had a knack for that.

"What are you doing here?"

Soren_hmph_ed and dropped his messenger bag on the floor beside 8-Track's discarded clothes. His head was tilted to the side as he smirked, and his long, bending neck oversold the gesture. "Funny, I know I had something, but now I can't even remember what it was. Maybe you two can help me clear my head?"

Robin rested their chin in their hand. "Clear your what, Soren?"

"My balls. Why, what did I say?" He took a few steps around the couch and put a hand on his zipper. "And are you gonna invite me to join you or not?"

8-Track exhaled deeply, lifting his butt onto the edge of the couch and placing a hand on Robin's thigh. "He's definitely joining us, right?"

They put an arm around his waist and slid him closer to themself, not breaking eye contact with Soren. "Get your clothes off and come help 8-Track pound me into the sofa."

Soren unzipped his shorts and let them fall past his wide hips to the floor, and his boxers followed immediately after, letting his dick bob free. It was a good inch shorter than 8-Track's, with a generous amount of foreskin that lent it a delightful softness to the touch even when it was perfectly hard, which it was clearly on the verge of being. Swinging beneath his deceptively cute tool was an enormous pair of balls. They hung low, yet they were so round and full of productive power that his fuzzy scrotum seemed barely able to accommodate them.

8-Track grinned at the sight while Soren pulled off his T-shirt. "You know you don't have to ask to take your pants off in my house, right?"

He laughed. "I know, I know! It just would've been awkward if you two wanted some, uhm, private time and I had to put them back on..."

8-Track rested his chin on his hand and smirked before realizing Robin was probably doing the same thing. Soren waved a hand at them both, making him grin again.

"I, hmm..." 8-Track lowered his hand and looked down at himself. His blood was still pounding a little; his erection had subsided after he fell to the floor, and his dick was only now beginning to catch up to his returning excitement. "I might need a little more attention before I can top after you surprised me like--Eek!"

He yelped as Robin lifted his light frame off the couch and dropped him on his back. They took his bare thighs in their hands and grinned. "Or I can do it for you."

8-Track laughed and nodded, and with his consent, their grip tightened. Suddenly he felt another pair of hands gripping his nude body, pulling him by his armpits to the edge of the couch as Robin pushed.

A distinctive feature of this couch was its lack of an armrest on one side, and as 8-Track's head went over the edge and began to tilt back, Soren's dick flopped onto his face. He reached up to grip it and rub his snout against it, pulling back on the soft skin until he felt his friend's naked cockhead come to rest against him, breathing in his rich scent.

"Hahhh..." Soren leaned forward and rubbed his hands against 8-Track's chest fur as he settled down, resting his knees on the edge of the couch. "This works too."

As 8-Track tilted his head back further, he felt Robin lean over him as well, letting go of one of his raised legs to press the warm, firm tip of their dick against his entrance. They stroked it, up and down, over and back across, purring softly again, and 8-Track heard himself squeak softly in excitement. He pressed his lips roughly into the tight space between Soren's balls, kissing and rubbing against them.

"Yeah... This works..." Soren repeated. He drew his dick back and tilted his hips downward, easily aligning his tip with 8-Track's parted lips and pushing four of five inches between his jaws in a single impatient motion. "Aahh! Damn..."

"Mmmm..." 8-Track sealed his lips around the base of Soren's cock and moved a hand to his own. It was fully hard again now, and he flexed it against his resisting palm, letting the sensation send waves of heat across his body. Soren was gyrating his hips, just a little for now but with mounting depth, and 8-Track could feel his tip against his long tongue, slipping just slightly in and out of its cover with each movement.

Robin let their dick lie against 8-Track's ass, and the soft sound of squirting lube came from their direction. He felt their hand rubbing against him as they applied it to themself slowly and thoroughly, smearing small amounts across his rim in the process; he closed his eyes, bobbing his head, sucking, and caressing as Soren got comfortable inside his mouth, and waited...

They slipped into him easily, and he let a long breath he'd been holding out against Soren's balls as they leaned further over him, his insides making way for their intrusion's slow but very steady progress. His next breath came out in a moan. Taking a cock like Robin's to the base at a moment's notice was a talent of 8-Track's they'd always been fond of, and he felt a thrill of satisfaction as they kept sinking into him, deeper and deeper, until their hips pressed against his butt.

"--Ahh," they whispered. He felt their hand move to his face, caressing his cheek and probably more than a little of Soren's pistoning dick, and they stayed like that for a few seconds, mostly still.

8-Track closed his eyes and felt the different ways the two of them acted on his body. Soren was always like this--his enthusiasm for sex at any given moment was astonishingly consistent, and it was a primary mode of social interaction for him. He knew what he wanted and saw no reason to be shy about it around the people who welcomed that side of him. A delightful side, 8-Track thought, watching Soren's balls swing against his nose. He squeezed his warm cock between his lips and brought out a soft moan and a perilous couple of twitches.

He and Robin had a more intimate relationship with each other, and with each other's bodies. They knew what he was feeling as they used their cock to close the distance between them; they knew it was familiar and comforting, their weight pressing against his pelvis and their shaft drawing open his entrance, extending into the depths where sensation grew indistinct and he didn't know whose body was whose. He knew what they were feeling as well, pressed so tightly against him, their breath coming out in their excited little gasps that could only be detected at such close quarters.

But that didn't mean he was sure what they were going to do next. They drew back suddenly, a good five inches, and shoved themselves back into him before he knew what they were doing. 8-Track let out an "nnh!" of surprise on Soren's dick as they laid into him, then his breath caught in his throat, then he squeaked at the intensity of being fucked from both ends.

Soren was groaning above him, and Robin was breathing heavily. This was a bonding experience for the two of them now, and he could tell he was being relegated to the role of furniture for the moment. With all the sparks flying through his head, it was hard to mind.

"Hey," said Robin with obvious effort but at least some composure. "This seems like a good time to bring this up."

"Fff, uh huh?"

He felt them pat his bare chest as they thrust into him. "8-Track wants to take over as GM for our group."

"Ohh?" Soren sounded genuinely surprised, but only for a moment. "Mm, guess he's useful for a lot of things."

8-Track spluttered slightly on his cock.

He laughed and set his own hands on 8-Track's chest, leaning over him. "Ahhhh... Things like this..."

A gasping breath came from Robin. "You better fu... ucking fill him up, Soren." They reached around his raised legs to grip his ass, fucking him hard, at an intermediate and increasing pace. "I want to watch him swallow your cum."

8-Track wasn't sure Soren was paying attention. He was almost doubled over, his moans fast and evenly spaced, his cock thrusting shallowly and rapidly within 8-Track's mouth until all of a sudden it stopped, pushing hard against his lips, and he watched his friend's powerful internal pump activate. Heavy balls twitched up and down in front of his face as they prepared to deliver their hot, fresh product.

A torrent of cum shot out of Soren, his dick vibrating with pressure as it forced its way through his narrow duct and splashed against the back of 8-Track's tongue. He gulped the salty, slippery stuff down gratefully as a second jet came, just as powerful as the first, and a third, and a fourth...

Soren was a cornucopia of semen even on an average day, and 8-Track felt like he'd swallowed over a dozen jets of it before his orgasm's strength waned and vanished. He was lightheaded after that; the ferret, on the other hand, not known for being satisfied after finishing once, just let out a pleasant sigh and pulled his dick out of him.

"Robin, could you take a break for a sec?" he asked.

Robin glanced at him, breathing rough, their hands on their boyfriend's waist as they fucked him.

He sauntered around to the front of the couch. "It'll be worth it."

8-Tracked groaned at the sucking feeling between his hips as they relented. Then Soren lifted his soft, stocky form onto him, smirking as he brought their faces right up to each other.

He twisted his neck, turning the smirk to Robin. 8-Track couldn't see their face past him, but he heard them whimper softly as Soren set a hand on his ass and spread it for them. "There enough dick to go around?"

8-Track could only imagine what the two of them looked like from that end, stacked up like this. He reached around and put a hand on Soren's cheek, pulling his face back to his own and pressing their lips together desperately as Robin made wet, hasty sounds, reapplying the lube. Soren_mm_ed and tilted his head against his friend's kiss, shifting to press his slick cock to 8-Track's, then groaned loudly as Robin entered him.

8-Track could feel Soren rub against him as they pushed in and out, fucking their way deeper into him slowly despite their obvious eagerness. Every now and then Soren made a high-pitched squeak, his nostrils puffing warm air, and they slowed down. But they bottomed out soon enough, and 8-Track screwed his eyes shut as they began to pump vigorously again. He wrapped his arms around Soren's jostling body, kissing his lips, his cheek, and his lips again as he made his own shallow thrusts against his cock.

Just as he began to dimly realize how close he was getting, they pulled their dick out of Soren and, with remarkable fluidity, back into him, causing him to suck in a breath through his nose. They fell right back into their rhythm, deep but getting shallower, fast but getting faster, and he heard their breath catch a little before they spoke. "I love you two."

He made an appreciative sound into Soren's mouth, and Soren laughed into his.

"Seriously... I fucking love... you... Hah... Hah hah hah..." Their breathing was quick, in time with their thrusts.

8-Track shoved his dick against Soren and felt an overwhelming lightness, then the flexing of their own dick as they shot a load into the space between their stomachs. Robin pushed all the way into him and started twitching, pumping his body with cum a second time. They were silent, holding their breath, just as they always did when they came.

"Nnnnnnnnnnh..." 8-Track moaned against Soren, who pulled his head back from the kiss and turned it in Robin's direction, grinning.

"We love you, too."

"Fuck," was their reply as their cock's pumping tapered off. Then "Oof." 8-Track felt them pull themselves slowly out of him again, then sit back, sighing as they stretched their legs.

He was still clinging to Soren, and he pressed his nose into his long neck. "Mmm... I'm glad you came over. That was amazing." Then he leaned over to look wryly at Robin as Soren slid off of him. "I can't believe everyone came in me but I didn't get to cum in either of you, though."

They chuckled and crawled over, turning him on his side to make room for themselves and snuggling up, wrapping an arm around him. "Like you're not going to have any other chances today."

"Mm!" Soren stretched and clapped his hands together. "Yeah, man, come and get it. Show me how it's done."

"Oh, uh..." 8-Track turned his head toward Robin, and Soren went slightly flushed as his gaze flitted between them.

"Unless you want to be alone? Uh, I can go, too..."

"No, you can stay for sure!" said 8-Track.

Robin gave him a squeeze. "We just need a break first. And to get cleaned up. We could all stand to do that."

Soren hummed and nodded, bending over to grab his phone out of his pants, and 8-Track felt his own dick and Robin's starting to harden again already at the unobstructed view of their friend's round, cushiony ass.

"You two can go first, then." He flashed them both a grin as he straightened up. "Just don't keep me waiting, cuties."