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The raccoon smacked his lips, rolled his tongue around his muzzle and swallowed as he started to stir from his sleep. He groaned as his brain slowly kicked back into gear. He could tell straight away that he was hung over, the taste in his mouth and the dull throbbing ache in his head clear indicators that he must have enjoyed himself too much last night and now the universe was finding it's own petty way to get back at him. He yawned, stretched and immediately regretted it as the blood surging through his body just made his head pound all the more.

The next things he did would have amused anyone watching but then we all have our little morning after ceremonies. He lifted the sheets up and looked down to do a stock take. Two legs, shorter than they should be and a little too hefty? Check. One stomach, soft and pudgy without being fat? Check. One rock hard morning wood and two balls? Check. No tattoo's, shaved areas or died fur? Check.

The raccoon smiled in relief and let the sheets fall back down against him, his morning wood making for an obscene bulge but it wasn't like there was anyone else in the room to see it. He rolled himself over the side of the bed and then moved, slowly, to sit up and stretch. His body didn't feel too sore except... under his tail had the familiar feeling of having being stretched out recently Not pain exactly, he was far from a virgin, just a looseness or rawness that he associated with having been fucked. A glance at the bedside table where his 'toy' drawer was open answered that question though.

He stood and covered his mouth with one hand as he yawned again while the other stretched up. He pushed his hips forward and rocked them, his cock bouncing in front of him, as he stretched out his sleep ridden body. He was suddenly bought back to his senses by a polite cough from the door. He opened his eyes and looked straight into the green orbs of his fox room mates. Well his eyes were looking at the fox's eyes, the fox's eyes were looking considerably lower.

"Well good morning!" The fox exclaimed. It should be stated clearly that there are fox's who are straight, macho, monogamous and deep, thoughtful thinkers. There are fox's who, whilst gay, don't try to bed every guy they see. This fox though wasn't one of them. When presented with five achingly hard beer can thick inches the only thought in his head is "Do we have time for lube?"

The raccoon rolled his eyes and grabbed a pillow and positioned it in front of himself which got a little sigh from the fox. The raccoon had been living with the fox for years now and whilst they did occasionally fool around, when both were single, most of the time the raccoon preferred it when the fox wasn't trying to get in his pants.

"What do you want Gerald?" The raccoon asked, his tone a bit laboured as he didn't really want to have to deal with the fox so early in the morning. "And I thought we talked about knocking."

"But then I'd never get to see that glorious thingy of yours, Danny." The fox replied, his own voice light bubbly despite it being so early in the morning. He used the nick name the raccoon hated as revenge for the 'coons use of his own name. "It's Geralt now know. And if you're going to be like that I won't tell you."

"I'm sorry. I'm hung over." Daniel, or Dan as he preferred, explained as he rubbed his eyes. Onlly just in the nick of time did he grab his pillow, preventing the fox from getting another look at the morning wood that just wasn't budging. "What's happening?"

The fox stood still, his tail twitching as he internally debated. He could tell Daniel or he could act insulted and insist on the pillow being dropped or more apologies or flattery. But that would mean keeping the juicy gossip all contained in his head.

"There's a strange wolf in the kitchen."

"And?" The raccoon shrugged as he continued. "You've bought home wolves before. You don't need to tease me everytime you bring home..."

"Shush!" The fox interupted, his black furred hands and arms making exagerated criss crosses in the air in front of him. "He's not mine. I bought home Binky here. Say hello, Binky"

The fox stepped into the room and was followed by a large pure white, though with horses the term is grey, horse with a wild scruffy mane and not a stitch of clothing on. This time it was the raccoons eyes that couldn't help but slide downwards and... woah... Maybe not all horses were stallions but Binky seemed to have all the inches that were lacking off the ones who weren't.

"Hi" Binky said with a bashful grin. "Ah... nice house?"

"Ah... Thanks..." the raccoon replied. Something just wasn't right with this morning. Naked horses in his room complimenting his decorating, a strange wolf in the kitchen making coffee who DIDN'T belong to his housemate, morning wood that still hadn't faded. No today was far too odd to deal with. He sighed and closed his eyes and then concentrated on the problem he could fix, the fox in his room. "Well he can't be mine. I wasn't out clubbing last night."

"See I thought that too." Geralt said as he moved himself in front of the horse and pulled unresisting arms around him. "He's gorgeous, totally out of your league, heck he's probably out of my league. Probably. Maybe. A little."

"Gee, Thanks!" Daniel replied and stated to look around for his underwear since it was clear that the fox didn't want to go anywhere and the pillow was getting uncomfortable.

"Hey, that's not a insult on you sweety. In the right light and clothes, or lack of clothes, you're easily a seven. But he's a nine."

"You know I don't like that stupid ranking game, Geralt"

"Pfft, whatever. Anyway like I said. I didn't think he was yours but he's wearing your underwear."

"Lots of people wear underwear. Just because you don't doesn't mean he couldn't have the same pair" The raccoon replied, but his hunt for his underwear wasn't going well and it was beginning to seem that the fox may be right.

"It's your underwear Dan, trust me on this." The fox said and before the raccoon could reply he was tugging the horse out of the room after him. "Go and check it out. C'mon Binky, let go and saddle up hmmm?"

Daniel stood there for a few seconds after the fox and horse had left pondering what to do. Finally he grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist, the bulge of his persistant hard on still apparent but not nearly so vulgar, and he snuck out of his room, down the corridor and sncuk a peak around the kitchen.

Right there in the kitchen, his back to the raccoon, was a tall, midnight black wolf. His lucious fur didn't give away much definition but if the sleekness of his body and the tightness of the rump was anything to go by he was gorgeous. Plus, as Daniel could now see, he was indeed wearing his underwear, the simple black briefs with a ghost busters logo on the back that was now making the raccoon blush. No one was supposed to see those, he only wore them when he knew he wasn't going to pick up. Like at staff functions. Like the office Christmas party. Last night.

The wolf turned slightly and just from the profile Daniel recognised him and the raccoons ears went flat against his skull. All the memories of last night that had been occluded by his hangover flooded back like a dam had collapsed in his head. It wasn't a hundred percent clear and it came to him like a dirty DVD, skipping scenes.

***

Last night

The usual bland cubicles were decorated with tinsel and Christmas tree ornaments and balloons. to an outside observer it looked cheerful but to people who worked there everyday it was hardly a change to make them forget they would be back here on Monday. A banner proclaimed the party to be the "Twelve Days of Christmas" Party, since the eleven days before there had been free fruit cake for the employees.

It was later on into the evening. The speeches had been made. The secret Santa presents given out and the Santa's revealed (and receipts swapped for extra crappy presents). And, most importantly, all of the booze was gone. A modest amount of it had gone straight down the raccoons through and he had been wondering around, socialising with people he never talked to, avoiding the people who he did had to work with. He had tallied up five hesitant kisses from guys and three very full on kisses from girls, who obviously hadn't heard office gossip about hm liking guys, thanks to the mistletoe. Right now he was pursuing number six from a young otter intern and, if the kiss was good, he might escort him back to a private office and see what happened.

Just as he was about to make his move he felt a paw on his shoulder. He turned around to look into yellow eyes that drew all of his attention. The wolf's muzzle was handsome, angular features with a strong jaw and a warm smile. It was no surprise he was the face of the office to a lot of clients, a junior partner in the making no doubt. The raccoon expected to be told off, that someone had complained about the kissing or, worse, his singing the Christmas Carols at the top of his lungs. Instead the wolf beamed at him and pointed up.

"Mistletoe," He said and before the raccoon could prepare himself he felt the wolf pull him in and kiss him firmly. It was a closed mouth kiss but it lasted a long time. He could feels the warmth of the wolf against him, his paws stroking down his back and resting on his rump. They didn't squeeze but just stayed there, the wolf would hardly do anything so vulgar. Daniel just moaned as the wolf slowly stepped away, smiling as though he now understood the punchline to a joke.

"Well now I see why no one has been complaining about the kissing, Daniel." The wolf said in a soft enough voice that only the raccoon could hear him.

Half an Hour Later

The wolf moaned, his paws pushing the raccoon away while his tongue stroked back against the meaty intruder. He was having very conflicted emotions right now and the fact that a good portion of blood that should have been in his head was now in his trousers was making things far more difficult for him. Finally he managed to push the raccoon off him and back into his own seat of the car that was parked outside Daniels house.

"We shouldn't be doing this..." The wolf said, half to himself and half to the raccoon who was staring out him.

"Why not?" Daniel replied and placed his hand on the wolf stomach and leaned in slowly. The wolf backed away until he was pressed against the door of his car. "It's cause you do't think I'm attractive isn't it?"

"No.. no.. trust me. I think you're very attractive" The wolf shivered as his eyes looked over the raccoons plump body. He liked his guys, or girls, like that though, comfortable he called them though they didn't like it. What it meant to him though was he could relax and actually enjoy himself, that he could take his time and explore their bodies, taste them, feel them. Whereas people with bodies more like his own, well.. he just wasn't that interested.

Daniel blushed at the compliment and moved forward until they were resting nose to nose and then tilted his muzzle until they were kissing softly. With no where to go the wolf just shivered as the raccoon pressed forward and both of their muzzle opened and then locked together. Daniel lead the kiss forward as his tongue pushed into his superiors muzzle and stroked along the still tongue inside. The kiss lasted only about ten seconds but felt longer for both of them.

Daniel lent back and with a bashful smile popped open the button of his pants. The wolf didn't say a word but his eyes kept alternating between the raccoons face and the opening pants. The raccoon blushed as he pulled his pants down to his knees and then let his underwear follow. The wolf just gasped at the sight before him, the short stubby length still encased in it's sheath while rock hard and pointing right at him.

"It's all yours Robert. All of it. Me. Whatever you want..." The raccoon said as he stroked himself slowly. Despite the bravado he was freaking out on the inside, he had no idea what had possessed him to strip down like that. But a layer of liquid confidence, better known as rum and coke, was stopping him from just running.

Instead he pulled up his underwear and pants and then pulled out his keys and separated off the spare. He moved forward and kissed again, deeply and passionately, while at the same time pushing the key into the wolf's hand. He held the kiss for as long as he could before pulling back and licking his lips slowly.

"That's the front door key. I'll leave the choice up to you."

Five Minutes Later

Daniel lay naked on the bed, his erection flagging a little bit now that he had had time to cool down and actually think. It had been a stupid idea really, convincing Robert to give him a lift home so he could seduce him. He was just a tubby raccoon and the wolf was... was...

The wolf was at the door. He didn't look completely at ease, his hands were shaking a little, but he was at the door. The key dropped to the floor and the wolf closed the door behind him as he took in the simple room and the naked raccoon on the bed. Neither man moved, both waiting for a signal from the other. finally Daniel decided to take the lead and stood and moved towards the jet black wolf and kissed him softly.

"You... I mean.. we don't have to..." Daniel began and was silenced by a kiss. It started soft but deepened quickly and then was broken just as fast.

"It's been a while. Since I was last with a guy." Robert whispered, refusing to make eye contact and instead staring at a spot on the wall.

The wolf shivered as he felt Daniel's soft paws stroking along his chest and stomach and then shivered as the buttons on his shirt were opened. One by one, slowly, the raccoon took his time and then let the expensive shirt fall to floor before he leaned up and kissed softly again.

"It's just like falling off a bicycle. Sore knee's, dirty fur and feeling like you want to ride again anyway." The raccoon quipped with a shy grin. This got a laugh out of the wolf and with that laugh his entire body relaxed just a little, not like the spring thaw but like the turning of the seasons.

Slowly the two of them kissed, sometimes soft small kisses, sometimes long deep tongue wrestling matches. The raccoons paws explored what they could of the wolf's body while the wolf's paws roamed wherever they pleased. Finally Daniel couldn't take it any more and he started to undo the wolf's belt, then his button and finally the fly. He let them drop the floor, the weight of the wolf's wallet and keys dragging them down his legs in moments, leaving him in a pair of purple silk boxers, a respectable tent in the front of them poking the raccoons stomach as they kissed.

Slowly the wolf moved his paws down between the two of them letting them explore the pudge of the raccoons stomach, squeezing it and letting out a growl of contentment. The wolf was no saint however and as his reluctance was washed away by a tide of kisses his hand slipped down until it gripped around Daniel's short, thick member.

"Damn... It's so thick." Robert murmured as he broke the kiss. His paw squeezed and stroked slowly while Daniel just moaned and pressed his muzzle into the wolf's neck. Slowly the wolf pulled back the furry container until his hand was overly full of throbbing raccoon prick.

"Yeah but it's short..." Daniel countered as he started to leak preseed across the wolf's wonderful paws.

"It's nice. You're nice. This is nice." Robert replied, well aware that his words were meaningless blabber. He gently pushed the raccoon back towards the bed and guided him to sit down and then dropped down to his knee's and eyed up the impressive girth in front of him. He edged forward and let his nose bump then run along the underside of the raccoons length followed by his tongue.

Black feet clenched and relaxed as the raccoon owner of them shivered in pleasure. The tongue working along his length was hot, moist and damn if the wolf didn't know how to use it. Robert just kept licking and licking though, getting the underside slick with his saliva until he could hear Daniel panting in desire. The wolf paused and looked at the length and, more importantly, the girth.

Robert licked his lips and opened his muzzle as wide was he could while at the same time he wrapped his fingers around the fat base of the 'coon cock as best he could. His long fingers didn't quite meet but they held the length up as he took Daniel's length into his muzzle.The raccoon shivered and slowly lowered himself back onto his elbows, looking down at the wolf attempting to wrap his muzzle around his girth and succeeding quite well.

He'd always had issues with his girth. In high school the few girls he had experimented with hadn't wanted anything to do with it. After high school guys very rarely were willing to bottom and those that were he had to be careful with. And blow jobs generally just meant a warm muzzle and teeth. But Robert... Robert had managed to take the entire thing and was now working his tongue along the underside and bobbing back and forth and not a tooth was to be felt.

"Oh god damn that's good..." Daniel moaned out as he moved a hand on top of the wolf's head. tussling the longer fur there slowly. He let Robert take his time and guide himself though, not even his hips pressed up despite how badly the raccoon longed to just thrust down into that right throat and warm lips. Robert just let out a soft contended murr as he bobbed up and down.

It had indeed been a long time since he had been with a guy but it was all coming back to him and he had always had a loose jaw. He could feel the heat and the pulse of the raccoon he was pleasuring, the salty taste of his pre spurting along the back of his throat and the soft gasps and groans that let him know he was doing the right things. He was also well aware of the aching need between his own legs.

Slowly Robert increased the tempo of his bobbing which just drew out more grunts and groans from the raccoons dry lips. The wolf lets out a growl and pushes down deeper letting the fat knob of the raccoons member press right back against his throat almost making him gag.

"I'm getting close here..." Daniel managed to gasp out as he felt the familiar throb in his cock, the tightening of his balls. He expected Robert to stop and pull off and jerk him the rest of the way or maybe just stop all together. Instead the raccoon gave a deeper grunt as the wolf pushed all the way down again and stayed there despite his gag reflex going off. Daniel shuddered and his fingers clutched the wolf's hair as the throat squeezed and swallowed around his sensitive tip, it was unlike anything he had ever felt before. His breathing got more and more shallow until he couldn't hold it in any more and with a soft grunt he started to cum.

Robert blushed as he felt the prick in his jaws swell even more, giving him a problem with the girth for the first time. It didn't help that that raccoons hips were no longer still but rolling in neat little circles, while his hand held him right down at the base. The wolf could feel the hot cum shooting right down his throat but couldn't taste it as Daniel held him down as deep as he could while he shot thick lines right deep inside the wolf.

Seconds bled into minutes while the wolf stayed between the raccoons thighs, his mouth stretched around the still hard length that occasionally swelled and pulsed in his muzzle. Eventually Daniel's hand slipped off the wolf's head and Robert slowly pulled his way up off the spent shaft and took a few deep breaths while looking down at the thickness he had just had in his mouth.

"I... I've never come from that before..." Daniel said as he lay back panting on the bed. His eyes were closed and he was surprised when soft lips met his own. Surprised though he was he pushed back and within seconds their bodies were entangled, the wolf's boxers being slipped off before legs and arms wrapped around each other. Robert groaned into their entwined muzzles as his length rubbed against Daniel's, his just a little longer but far, far thinner.

Minutes ticked by with neither Daniel or Robert paying them any attention. Occasionally their muzzles separated but neither said a word, instead they just looked at each other and then went back to deep, longing kisses. Slowly the wolf rolled both of them so he was on top of the raccoons body. His hands explored, squeezed, brushed and just generally savoured the other mans form while his hips slowly began to increase their tempo.

Daniels shivered as his sensitive cock was sandwiched between them. Despite having shot his load, and quite a load it had been, the booze and the situation had left him still horny. He pushed back into the thrusts and got a deep groan from the wolf who started to thrust faster. Slowly Daniel moved his paws to grip the wolf's ass and pulled him tighter against him which just made Robery moan into their combined muzzles.

Their two pricks ground together, the wolf doing all the work while the raccoon just enjoyed the benefits of being frotted by a horny wolf. Daniel had been with wolves and canines before and knew they always made a lot of pre cum but the slick sounds coming from their joined hips was surprising even him. Robert gave out a grunt and his hips suddendly got faster, his thrusts heavier and his ears flattened as he began to thrust in earnest. Daniel shivered at the feeling of the slimmer cock grinding against his own, the wolf's smaller ball sack grinding against his driving him wild, but he wanted more from the wolf. It took all of his strength but he managed to push the wolf's hips up so only the still dripping tip stroked in small circles along the raccoons length and groin.

"Oh god.. don't stop me. Please, Daniel... Please?" Robert whimpered as he thrusts his hips, lost in the lustful fog of being so close to cumming and yet being denied. "'m so close.. so close..."

"Just... just hang on a second. Sit up on your knee's for me." Daniel replied and at the same time pushed the wolf up even more. Robert whined and tried to push himself back down, the kissing, the feeling of his dick against that far bigger one it had all been amazing. Daniel just gave an annoyed grunt and pushed him back again until the wolf got the message and sat back, kneeling between the raccoons spread thighs.

The raccoons eyes glanced over his crotch, which was entirely sticky with the wolf's precum, and then up to the wolf's throbbing length. It was, in a word, average. But one word could never tell the full story of a cock even if it was 'huge' or 'small' or 'bent' or 'hot'. It was an average length and a just below average girth. It was covered in pre and oozing, not dripping, more all the time the raccoon kept him waiting. It was also probably the hottest thing the raccoon had ever seen, or at least that he could think of right now.

Daniel lifted up his legs and bent them back until his knee's were against his chest. The wolf looked down and blushed at the lewdness of the sight. A tight tail hole being presented to him, a large pair balls and a short, thick cock that was slick with his own pre seed. He reached down and slowly stroked the insides of the raccoons thighs while never looking away from his tight pucker.

"It... it's been a long time. Years. I really don't..." The wolf started but was interrupted before he could finish his explanation.

"I've already come. That wonderful muzzle of yours saw to that. So this is for you. Do what makes you feel good." Daniel replied.

Slowly Robert moved forward. He still wasn't sure if he wanted to or not but his dick was, his length knew exactly what it wanted to do, where it wanted to be, and it wasn't going to let the wolf's brain deny him. The wolf reached down and gripped his base and gave himself a few strokes, spreading his pre along his shaft anew, and then lined himself up. His brain cired out it's last defense of "Condoms!" but they were different species and besides... he couldn't wait.

Daniel gasped as he felt Robert drive himself forward. He had expeted him to take his time, to ease his head in and then slowly drive down the shaft, slowly and carefully just like everything else the wolf did. Instead he had gone from pressing in the tip to slamming his hips down and grinding his his hips like some kind of glam rock star. Daniel couldn't help but give out a deep groan as the head pressed right against his prostate.

"That just shouldn't happen" he thought to himself as the wolf grunted, pulled back and rammed down home again to another moan from the raccoon. "No one can just hit the prostate like that on the first go. No one can.. oh god... oh gaaawwwwwwd... he's..." And then all coherent thought left the raccoon as the wolf bit down on his sensitive neck while his hips continued to pull back and forth in a fast but sustainable tempo.

Again and again his cock stretched out the raccoons ring and then pushed as far into his bowels as the wolf could go, only stopping when his groin met the raccoons fleshy body. The raccoon had been so tight around his tip, so amazingly warm and wonderful, and yet with the slightest pressure he had just slid open around him so that the thrust he gave had seen him thrust right home. And the moan the raccoon gave out, the way his ring, his entire ass, had squeezed around him... it had been like black magic, sorcery. It had ensnared his soul and the usual gentle wolf, the one who gave soft gentle thrusts, who used his fingers just as much as his dick to tease his ex girl friend, was thrusting like a mad thing.

Both men groaned, not in unison but in complimentary chorus that escalated each other. Daniels thighs squeezed around Robert, pulling hm against him despite the fact the wolf had no intentions of leaving at all. The wolf's teeth dug into the raccoons scruff and his hips got faster just a few seconds, his balls slapping in a fast beat against the raccoons rump. Robert could already feel the glorious warmth of his orgasm starting to engulf him, but he wanted it to last longer, so much longer.

Daniel shivered as he felt the jaw release his neck, they hadn't been that painful and besides the thrusts into him, the power of the wolf, just... everything, meant the raccoon would't protest to anything. His lips met the wolf's and then he groaned as a tongue pushed into his muzzle. Like the prick hammering back and forth through his insides the tongue took command at the raccoon just had to lay back and enjoy it. Less than a minute later though the wolf's muzzle was hanging not an inch above him.

"Inside?" Roberts usually controlled voice was haggard and heavy. He was so close now that if the raccoon told him not to he wasn't sure he would be able to pull out in time. But daniel nodded and gripped the back of his head, pulling him back into the kiss while the wolf gave his last thrust. It started with his hips but gained all of his weight, his passion and his frustration and the bed springs squealed as he thrusts right down into the raccoon beneath him.Then his body went still as his cock shot again and again and again, almost a tide of wolf jizz burrowing it's way deep into the raccoons ass.

Back where we started

"God... how can I face him after that" The raccoon thought to himself as he leant against the wall, his heart beating fast in his chest. What had seemed like such a good idea in the drunken night didn't seem so wonderful in the harsh, hung over, light of day. But then... if the wolf was upset why was he making coffee and not waking him up or storming out or sneaking out with a blush of shame?

His thoughts were curtailed by a set of soft black lips pressing against his own, followed by a lean, black furred form pressing against him. His morning wood, which now made sense since he always woke up like that the night after good sex, pressed against Robert's stomach but the wolf didn't seem to mind.

"Morning there cute stuff." The wolf said once he had finished the slow sensual kiss. "I made coffee. I hope you don't mind, i borrowed your underwear since I couldn't find mine"

"It looks good on you." Daniel replied, fighting a blush from his cheek as the wolf stayed close against him.

"Mmmm... I can tell..." Robert replied and the hand not holding a cup of coffee slipped down and wrapped as best it could around the raccoons girth. All Daniel could do was gasp and blush, unable to move away or forward as the wolf's soft paw stroked him slowly. Not that he wanted to, he was happy here being groped by the wolf and was startled when he started to speak again.

"So... I was thinking.. how about we shower... take care of that" The wolf's eyes looked down at the still hidden bulge and gave it a squeeze before he continued. "Then I take you out for breakfast and we discuss what this is... between us... if it is anything."

"Sounds like a plan." Daniel replied and pressed into a deep kiss with the wolf, even though there wasn't any mistletoe.