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"This end is up. Please be careful with it, guys. The china in there has been handed down in my family since the Victorian Era."

The moving men happily took the box of fragile items out of Nolan and Willow's car. Nolan's employer helped him and his wife relocate to their new branch in the midwest, just south of the Canadian border. It was a big change from the east coast. The suburb was relatively new and still under construction.

Nolan was assisting in the move as best he could, but he was not the strong type. He broke into a sweat easily when it came to picking up a dining room chair. This was on top of having driven his wife and himself through much of the country to get to their new house for over a day and a half. Nolan was exhausted.

He plunked down the chair he'd been carrying and sat in it for a minute. He watched as the moving men effortlessly carried the dining room table to its new position.

"Heh, needed a break, sir?"

Nolan nodded.

One of the men stifled a smile seeing his customer sit down while they worked. Nolan didn't seem to notice.

What Nolan *did* notice was the physique some of these men had. Toned arms exposed from rolled-up sleeves, firm chests in slightly unbuttoned shirts, and built butts that put his own skinny guy butt to shame.

He tried not to let his eyes wander.

The phone rang. Nolan went over to the phone mounted to the wall, one of the first things installed in the home the moment they opened the front door the first time.

"Hello? ...Yes, speaking...oh yes, we're still unpacking...yes, I received the directions to the new branch from the house, thanks for mailing those over to us. I still haven't thanked everyone enough for the promo...yes, we also received the map of places of interest for the area, again, thanks...Alright, I'll see you Mon-...*click*"

Nolan raised his eyebrow, and hung up the phone.

---

Nolan was roused from his nap. He'd been putting off finishing the settling in of the new house.

"Nolan. Nolan, dear."

"Ehhhuhh."

"I've been spending all afternoon unpacking, and the only piece of living room furniture in its proper place is occupied by your entire body. I'd like to sit down and watch my programs."

"Oh. Sorry, hon."

Nolan sat up, allowing for his wife to sit down.

"You know, I looked out the window at our car. It's been through absolute hell from the drive here from our old place."

"Yeah."

"Well, you think you could take it to the car wash?"

"I was gonna go tomorrow."

"You have work tomorrow, Nolan. I don't think the dirty car would make a good first impression with your new coworkers and bosses."

"...Yeah."

Nolan's wife picked up the piece of paper the two received in the mail with places of interest on it.

"Look. This place is open today for a few more hours and it's not far. Bill & Odell's Car Wash. I think it'd be a good idea to get this taken care of. We don't have the luxury of resting all day just yet."

Nolan took a look at the map on the paper. Right where the car wash was located was the business's logo, with a cartoon otter and beaver on it.

"Go, hon. The drive will be relaxing, and you'll get a feel for the neighborhood streets."

---

The autumn evening sky slowly reddened as Nolan drove through the neighborhood.

He'd thought about his relationship with his wife. Willow meant well, but was overbearing, and, at times, more bossy than he liked. They certainly hadn't been as close as they'd been for the past few years. He loved her, but was finding everything about her going stale.

He tried to put the negative thoughts out of his mind.

His first thought after this was the sight of the moving men, remembering their rolled up sleeves, their visible hairy chests, and their overall physique. He caught himself smiling at the thought and started violently shaking his head.

He was spoken for. He loved his wife. Why was he thinking of these burly men?

The car wash was in sight. The giant lit sign of the beaver and otter looked welcoming, they were still open.

As Nolan walked through the door, he saw a fuzzy, barrel-chested, buck toothed man at the counter. He was dressed in dark green coveralls. The man had caught sight of the incredibly dirty car pulling in.

"Oh my! Giving us a doozy before we close up shop for the evening!"

"Heh, sorry about that," Nolan responded, "we just moved here from the coast and much of the country we drove over decided to come along with us."

The big man let out a hearty laugh.

"Ah, well, let's see what we can do for ya then. ODELL!"

Another man came out from the back. He was just as fuzzy as the man at the counter, but not as round. He sported a cap with the business logo on it. Round fuzzy ears were attached to it, probably as part of the business's logo, Nolan surmised.

"Yes?"

"Paperwork can wait, we got a big job before we close."

The buck toothed man pointed out the window at Nolan's car.

"My, that car definitely needs washed."

The more lanky of the two fuzzy men walked out without saying much to Nolan.

"Hah, better excuse Odell. When he sees a dirty car he gets tunnel vision and goes straight to work. I'll be out there to assist him. You can sit in the waiting area if you'd like."

"Sure, I'll do that."

"Looks like a big job, I estimate at least half an hour. Hope you didn't need it in a rush."

"Oh, not at all. Do what you need to."

The big man offered his hand for shaking.

"Thanks, uh...sorry, didn't catch your name, sir."

"Nolan."

"Bill, nice to meetcha."

Nolan noted how warm Bill's hand was, it was just as fuzzy as the rest of his face.

Nolan then sat down on the couch in the waiting area, mostly uninterested in what was playing on the TV.

The man looked out the window, the twilight sun highlighted his car, with the two coverall-clad men prepping their tools for cleaning it.

Pressurized water fell to the pavement after hitting the finish of Nolan's vehicle. The two men started speaking to each other, exactly what they were saying, Nolan didn't know, he could only barely hear the tone of their voices through the window and the high-pressure hose.

He couldn't stop noting just how hairy the two of them were. The reddish-brown hair on Bill covered almost his entire face, stopping only at his lips and buckteeth. Odell's darker brown hair also seemed to cover most of his face and hands. Both men sported rather thick beards.

The two occasionally shared a laugh as Nolan's car got soaked. Nolan can only guess they shared this banter on a daily basis.

Nolan noticed the two men had jackets tied around their waist. It was autumn, but not quite cold enough for jackets. In fact, the sight of Odell wiping sweat away caught Nolan's attention.

Before covering Nolan's car in suds, Odell began to unbutton his coveralls. He then removed the sleeves to allow the upper part to drape over his waist along with his jacket, exposing his arms, shoulders, and sweaty tank top. Nolan could only wonder how many cars the men had cleaned earlier that day.

The fuzzy, built chest and broad hairy shoulders reminded him of the movers from the other day. Nolan caught himself smiling again. He shook his head and decided to look away from the men.

He rested his eyes for a moment. Nolan's ears detected the sound of the hose outside turning off, leaving just the TV and the outside murmurs of the two men. Nolan was able to pick up some of what the two men were saying in the TV's quieter moments.

"She took the VCR clicker and tossed it in the dishwasher! Hahahahaha!"

The two mens' laughter was audible to Nolan. He kept his eyes closed and let their murmurs fill his thoughts.

A loud sound on the TV roused Nolan. He looked over to the window to see his car covered from roof-to-tire in soap.

Nolan thought he noticed an extra limb helping one of the two men as they hosed the car down. Another shake of his head, and the sight he thought he saw disappeared.

Once the suds were gone from the car, Bill opened up a can of what looked to be wax polish. Nolan didn't ask for this, but liked the idea of his car looking like new when he arrived at his new office.

Again, Nolan seemed to be seeing things, a flat round sponge with a rag under it seemed to be wiping his car down without aid of a hand next to Bill. It seemed to go away as quickly as he'd seen it.

Nolan walked out of the gas station to get a closer look at the result. The two men were still bantering with each other as they finished up the job.

"Wow, looks like I just bought the thing," Nolan said, breaking up the conversation.

"'Beaver and Otter will make you and your car SHINE™ or your money back,'" Odell repeated the tagline Nolan saw on the advertisement.

"I believe we recently changed our tagline to 'We give a dam about your car,'" Bill responded.

"Don't forget, 'our deals are otterly fantastic,'" Odell quipped.

"Speaking of deals, I believe you said you were new in town, Mr. Nolan?"

Nolan nodded.

"'New Neighbor' special we got. First wash is on the house. That's something the O'Rourke boys down the street will never give ya. The wax job comes with it." Bill said, smiling.

"Oh, that's very nice of you, thanks. At the very least, let me tip you two gentleman."

Nolan pulled some cash out of his wallet and handed it to the two of them.

"Thank ya kindly, sir."

"Thanks," Odell said, taking the cash.

The two men finished up waxing the car before Nolan got back into it.

Nolan waved at Bill and Odell before driving off.

---

Despite his ability to nap easily on the couch and in the car wash waiting room, Nolan was restless that night. He couldn't sleep.

The thoughts of his movers and car washers and their hairy, chiseled bodies invaded his thoughts, keeping him from drifting off into unconsciousness. He couldn't stop thinking about them.

The tent under the blankets throbbed with every replaying shot of his movers, the sights of bare flesh and fuzz replaying more frequently than the others.

Nolan was horny.

Nolan didn't want to wake his wife. He doubted her interest in sex at such a late hour.

Nolan went downstairs to his living room and turned on his TV, immediately lowering the volume to keep his wife from waking.

Nolan surfed for a few minutes, late night programming was rather sparse.

The tent in his boxers continued to twitch. Nolan grabbed the TV guide book from the counter next to the couch, immediately flipping through the Adult Entertainment section. He mumbled the titles to himself.

"Tennis Court Ace 7, Pizza and Puzzy, Blonde Babes at the Library, no..."

He continued.

"Gay Cum Donuts 4, Moonfuck...Construction Men 3."

Nolan picked up the phone on the counter next to the TV. He couldn't believe himself. He was about to order pay-per-view gay porn.

After inputting his credit card info, the gray fuzzy picture on the TV screen was immediately descrambled. Once Nolan saw the picture, he immediately pulled his boxers off, and tossed them at the other side of the couch.

Nolan could barely make out what was being said on the TV at such a low volume.

--

A man was jackhammering some rocks on some pavement. He paused for a moment to wipe the sweat from his hairy, tanned face.

"Heya, Shane."

The construction man turned around to find his chubbier coworker laying on a countertop, nude from the waist down, save for his shoes. He was holding his hairy legs out of the way, giving Shane a view of his fuzzy hole and taint.

"When you're done jackhammering over there, I got something over here that needs drilling."

Shane walked over to his coworker.

"Damn, Jay, that hairy hole of yours really needs work."

Shane unzipped his pants to reveal his floppy dick. He rubbed it against Jay's taint as it stiffened. He also grabbed hold of Jay's balls, rubbing them, teasing Jay's much smaller dick with his fingers.

After the brief foreplay, Shane pressed his dick against the tight hairy fuckhole, pouring lubricant all over the head, and rubbing it against Jay to get things slick. Within moments, Shane was inside Jay, plapping his sack against the crack of his hairy ass.

"Oh god, fuck me..."

The two hard hat-clad men fucked in the outdoor workshop. Shane continued to tease Jay's stubby dick, stroking the shaft, rubbing the head, fondling his big balls.

Shane undid the belt of his pants, allowing them to fall freely to the ground, giving the audience a view of his own hairy ass as he fucked his coworker.

Alternating shots of Shane thrusting his thighs, and Jay's helpless genitals flopping around, as well as their sweaty faces, continued until Shane thrusted into Jay one last time, letting out a giant moan. The two men let out their loads simultaneously, Shane into Jay's ass, Jay all over himself.

--

"Oh god, oh..."

Nolan stroked his dick rather vigorously, jizzing on his tank top.

Once he finished, he put his boxers back on, turned the TV off, and went back upstairs. He pulled off his jizz-stained tank top and threw it in the dirty clothes bin before going back to bed.

Despite the nerves of a first day at a new office, and the new ordeal of his newfound sexual interest, Nolan drifted off as his head hit the pillow.

---

Nolan's first day at work came and went without any fanfare. Neither did his second. Or third.

Nolan's new home slowly came together, with he and his wife finishing up the moving of their remaining furniture, as well as other odds and ends.

Willow noticed Nolan out of breath on the couch.

"Hon, you barely moved any heavy furniture, how can you be out of breath?"

Nolan panted.

"The china display...your makeup dresser..."

"If you're *that* out of shape, Nolan, maybe you should consider a gym membership."

---

Donning proper fitness attire, Nolan closed his locker, and exited the locker room of the gym he'd subscribed to. He wasn't quite sure where to begin. The stationary bikes seemed simple enough, so he went over to them.

Nolan sat down on one of the open bikes, and began to pedal. He looked up at the TV hanging from the ceiling, playing an old movie he'd seen a million times. He tuned out everything around him and began to watch. After some time, the network bumper interrupted the movie.

"The Saturday Afternoon movie will return after these messages."

*VROOOOM* *SPLICK*

*ZOOOOOM* *SPLASH*

*BOOM BADUM BOOM BADUM* *SPLSPLCRASLASHSWISH*

"You love your car! You know what else loves your car? Everything you drive over, through, and around!"

"You know who else loves your car?"

"Us! Bill and Odell!"

"We'll get your car looking as shiny as the day you drove it off the lot!"

"When your car needs washed, take it to the beaver and otter!"

"We give a 'dam' about your car!"

"And our deals are 'otterly' fantastic!"

"BILL AND ODELL'S CAR WASH, LOCATED ON THE CORNER OF..."

Nolan chuckled, it was a clever commercial for the car wash he visited the other day.

"And then Nana said, 'Odie, if you're gonna be throwing rocks instead of doing your chores, you just might find a few rocks waiting on your dinner plate tonight!'"

The nearby voice sounded familiar, Nolan thought he'd just heard it on the TV.

Nolan looked over to his side and saw the familiar pair, also in gym attire, at the weight lifting area. Bill was laying down as he lifted a set of weights, with Odell ready to spot him. Both were in t-shirts and sweat pants, with sweatshirts tied around their waists. Odell was wearing another cap with fuzzy ears on them.

"Okay, ready for a spot."

Odell easily grabbed the weights and placed them on their stand.

"Cardio time?"

"Good, I need to zone out on the bike a bit."

The two fuzzy men walked over to the bikes.

"Oh hey! It's our 'new neighbor!'"

Nolan saw the two men standing near him. He smiled.

"Oh, hello again!"

"Mind if we sat on either side of ya?"

"Not at all, go ahead."

Bill and Odell each took a bike next to Nolan and started pedaling.

"Your spot was just on TV," Nolan pointed at the screen.

"Ah, we have a few of 'em. Which one?" Odell asked.

"A bunch of cars driving in puddles and other dirty areas."

"'Over, through, and around?'"

"Yeah."

"Yup, yup. That was the first one we shot. We like how it turned out," Bill said.

"Every time they air, that's more coin for the piggy," Odell grinned.

Nolan laughed.

The three men quietly pedaled for some time.

"So, how ya liking the new place?" Bill asked, breaking the silence.

"It's good, my wife and I finished settling in. I feel like she was able to move more furniture than I could, so that's why I'm here."

"Any special reason for moving here?"

"My job promoted me and transferred me to the new branch here, I manage it, I'm going to have to do some conference calls when I go back on Monday."

"Managing a business can be tough. Just ask us."

"Mm-hmm, we started it ourselves with not much outside help," Odell chimed.

"Odell handles bookkeeping and much of the behind-the-scenes stuff. I'm more of a people-person, so I handle the front end of the shop."

"How long have you two worked together?"

"Oh, we've been buds since we were little."

"I was swimming in the nearby river one day, saw what looked like a cool rock formation, got caught in a rapid by a waterfall. Bill here saw me flailing about and held out a piece of wood for me to grab on to."

Odell got off his bike and went around Nolan.

"This silly guy saved my life," Odell put his arms around the bigger man, giving him a hug.

"Aww," Bill smiled. "Of course now you're a better swimmer than anyone in town."

"Pssh, I'd better be. I'm built for swimming, don'cha know."

Odell posed, showing off his muscles. Nolan chortled and looked away to hide any hint of blushing.

The three men moved about the gym, talking about a variety of subjects, sports, family, Nolan's wife, and Bill and Odell's beginnings at the shop, all while exercising each part of their bodies.

"Well, I'm beat. I think it's time for a shower. What say you?" Bill asked.

"Sounds good. You coming with?" Odell looked at Nolan.

He'd been ready to end his workout well before they were. Nolan nodded.

The three men went back to the locker room. Nolan was surprised to see the two hairy men's lockers were close to his. He quietly began to remove his clothes.

*WAP*

"Ow!"

Nolan had been slapped in the face by what looked like the flat round sponge he'd seen Bill use the other day.

"Ope! Sorry, looks like my tail gotcha."

"Your...tail?"

"Mm-hmm. We keep them under our tied sweatshirts to keep them from flying around, and, well, hitting people in the face!" Bill laughed.

Nolan turned around completely. He saw the two men in just their underwear. They were covered from head to toe in fuzz. Long tails were visible from behind them. Odell had removed his cap, showing that the fuzzy ears were not attached to them. It began to occur to him.

"You two aren't...human?"

Bill and Odell shook their heads in unison.

"You're..."

"I'm a beaver, Odell's an otter."

"Beaver...and...otter...the car wash logo?"

"Yeah, cartoon versions of us. We're the owners AND the mascots!"

"Hey, you okay there? You look like you're about to faint."

"Oh," Nolan grabbed his forehead, "I'm fine, I think I just need to...sit for a moment."

Nolan sat on the bench. The two joined him.

"It never occurred to you?"

"No, I just thought you two were...really hairy men."

"Haha, we should probably take that as a compliment. Y'hear that? We pass for humans!"

The beaver and otter laughed.

"I take it you don't know too many of our kind, then."

"No, most animals I know of aren't capable of standing on two feet, let alone speaking English."

Bill frowned.

"Y'know, that's not too surprising for us. Even though we joked, some people just don't make the connection."

"I'll betcha probably know more of us than you realize. We're not *that* uncommon."

The otter and beaver looked at each other.

"I think that's enough 'very special episode' talk. The showers are calling our names," Bill said.

Nolan stood back up to continue undressing. He saw Odell removing his boxer briefs in his peripheral vision, but dared not glance further. The realization that his new friends were a walking and talking beaver and otter was one thing, the curiosity of what their private parts looked like was another.

The otter led the way to the shower area, with Bill behind him, and Nolan behind Bill. He glanced downward as they weren't looking, but saw their tails obscuring the cracks of their rear ends. Odell had rather firm cheeks that curved inward on each side, Bill's were somewhat dimpling but much rounder and bigger than Odell's.

The showers were not private, one could easily see the man showering next to him in all his nude glory. Nolan opted for a shower opposite the two heads Bill and Odell chose to stand under.

Nolan turned the water on, and grabbed his soap. His mind was racing. He'd been telling himself not to get an erection. It was futile though, he could feel the increased blood flow downstairs, his dick gaining buoyancy. He quickly soaped up that area, if either of them saw, they'd assume the contact with the bar of soap was what made Nolan hard for a moment.

Nolan looked behind his shoulders. The two men faced the wall, continuing to tell each other funny stories he couldn't hear too well over the running shower water.

Finishing up the lathering process, Nolan stood under the water to rinse off. He tried to focus on the running water. He looked down to find himself harder than diamond. He could hear hearty laughter behind him.

Nolan grabbed for his bottle of shampoo. In his haste, he lost grip of the bottle. It fell to his side and rolled behind him.

"Oh no," he said, quietly.

Nolan quickly turned around and bent over to grab the bottle, trying not to focus on his naked friends.

Once he got a firm grip of the bottle, Nolan quickly stood back up.

"How ya doing over there?" Odell asked.

Nolan briefly saw the front of his otter friend. His eyes made out the detail of Odell's penis clearly. He was of average size, gray shaft, dark brown glans, partially covered by foreskin, a decently sized scrotum dangling behind it.

Nolan quickly turned back around. "Fine!"

Nolan hoped to all the higher powers he knew of that neither of them saw his boner. He noticed that the banter behind him had stopped.

Aside from the white noise the shower heads were providing, the only sounds Nolan were hearing were his nervous thoughts. Did they see his boner? Did Odell notice when Nolan glanced at his dick? What did Bill's look like? Why was he having these thoughts? Were these two men open to casual play? Do they fuck like the two construction workers in the porn he had watched the other night?

Nolan turned his head to see Odell whispering something into Bill's ear. Nolan tried not to pay any mind, hoping the otter didn't see his boner before.

Aside from the running water, the lack of chatter was deafening for Nolan. At least with them chatting, Nolan knew they were preoccupied. Why were they quiet now?

After a minute or two, Nolan heard a loud thud behind him, and felt a cylindrical object touch the back of his feet.

"Ope! Gee, dropped my shampoo bottle. Nolan, bud, think you could grab that for me?" Odell asked.

"Uhhh..." Nolan hesitated.

"It's okay, you don't gotta be shy around us. We got the same equipment down there."

Nolan bent down and picked up the bottle behind him. He turned around and walked over to the otter. Nolan handed it to the otter.

"Thank ya kindl-"

Odell paused abruptly and looked down. This prompted Nolan to also nervously look down. Nolan was poking Odell's hip with his dick.

"Sorry, I-"

"My my, that's one dedicated soldier standing at attention, there!" Bill exclaimed, having turned to the two.

Nolan's face was beet red.

"I, uh...I'll leave you two alone."

Nolan turned back to his shower. There was quiet again between the three of them. Odell broke the silence.

"You okay there?"

Nolan slowly turned back to the two, his erection bobbing about as he did so.

"So, lately, I've been noticing...big, strong men. It started with the moving men who helped us get our stuff in the new house."

Nolan continued.

"I've been married to my wife for almost 15 years, and at no point since then or before have I ever been...turned on...by big, muscly, hairy guys. After I saw the movers, I met you two. Later that night, I found myself beating off to pornography of two construction men, and oddly enough, the two of them had the same builds as you two."

The naked beaver and otter quietly listened on.

"Add that to the stress of having a new position at work, and my wife..."

Nolan paused.

"My wife has been great, but has not..."

"She blueballing ya?"

"Well..."

"Brutal!" Odell exclaimed. "I was briefly married in my twenties. She *never* wanted sex. Bill helped me see the light, and we ended it."

"So, you're single now?"

"Well, not quite."

Odell put his arm around Bill.

"If his wife wasn't gonna give him any, I was happy to oblige for her," the beaver chimed in.

"Don't feel bad about the wood. I'll be honest, I didn't drop my shampoo by accident. I saw it when you turned around and thought you might be interested in a little fooling around with us. Offer's on the table."

Nolan stood silent for a moment. He thought of the idea of sex with Bill and Odell, an enticing offer after his newfound sexual interest. His wife of 15 years couldn't know. The idea of being laden with tons of guilt afterward was drowned out by the overwhelming lust he was feeling.

"Uhh...don't tell my wife?"

The beaver and otter moved imaginary zippers across their mouths.

Nolan quickly rinsed himself off and turned off his shower head. He excitedly hopped back over to the two car wash mascots.

"How did you want to do this?"

"Heh heh, easy there," said Odell. "We gotta start things slow. Why don'tcha start feeling Bill up, there?'

Nolan turned to Bill, whose expression had not changed from the happy-go-lucky bucktoothed grin he'd first seen when entering the car wash the other day. He looked under the beaver's round, soft belly to see a large red knob of a penis head with almost no shaft, and a fiery orange tuft of pubic hair above it. It sat on top of some massive balls.

After a short bit of hesitation, Nolan slowly began to feel Bill's goods. He let his fingers rub the fur on the large nutsack, moving upward to the furless dickhead, feeling the underside of it. The inward twitch of the head let Nolan know the beaver was enjoying this.

Bill's balls had some heft to them. The girth of his growing shaft also proved itself to be hefty.

While Nolan continued to play with Bill's dick, he felt the beaver grabbing at his own. The fuzzy hand had a soft furless palm, being incredibly gentle, yet curious. The beaver began to stroke Nolan's boner. Nolan's pelvic muscles clenched harder and longer than any prior sexual experience he had.

By now, a fat, stubby erection was making eye contact with Nolan.

Nolan felt another hand behind him. One of his butt cheeks was being rubbed by another furry hand with a surprisingly soft palm.

"Forgive me if I sound offensive, but for car wash employees, you two have surprisingly soft hands."

"Heh heh, thanks. How we keep 'em soft is a well-kept secret."

Nolan's asscheeks were rubbed more vigorously with each passing moment. Odell's hands began to push the cheeks apart, briefly revealing Nolan's hole.

Then, Nolan felt nothing back there for a moment. He was content to continue stroking the beaver's dick while the beaver stroked his.

A harder object began to touch one of Nolan's ass cheeks.

"Heh, just returning the favor from earlier."

Nolan looked behind him to see Odell's hard dick poking his butt.

"I know you're new to this, but forgive me for indulging for a moment."

Nolan felt the otter's hands again, this time reaching around to hold on to him. Back there, he felt Odell's dick pressing against the crack of his ass. The otter ground against him for a bit, letting both sides of his dick be cradled by the two cheeks, the upper side for a moment, then alternating with the underside.

"Wanna try sucking it?" Bill asked.

Nolan was a bit intimidated. Though the beaver's dick was just a head when it was soft, his erection was a pretty thick sausage despite its short length.

"Heh, just go slow, curl your lips over your teeth, and breathe deeply through your nose. Your jaw may get fatigued but you can stop and pull out for a moment if it happens."

Nolan began to kneel and get on his knees. Odell followed him downward. Nolan then heard the sound of a cap opening.

"Another little prank, if you'd taken a look at what I dropped by you before, it wasn't shampoo."

Nolan looked over his shoulder again.

"Always keep a bottle of lube wherever Bill and I go together, in case a moment of friskiness comes over us."

Nolan remained quiet and turned back to the stubby sausage dick in front of him. The head stared right back at him. He gathered up the necessary courage, curled his lips as Bill instructed, and let the head of the beaver's member into his mouth. He bobbed in and out, taking in the entire thing.

As he did this, he felt something enter his butt.

"Mmph," he groaned with a dick in his mouth.

"Heh, that's just my finger. We gotta start small before we get to the good stuff. We also gotta get the lube in there."

"Ooof. That's a good tongue I'm feeling. You sure you're new to this?"

Nolan nodded his head while he continued to blow Bill.

"Hold on."

The beaver pulled his girthy hog out of Nolan's mouth, and began to lay his back on the floor.

"Gonna slide under ya."

Due to Bill's size and belly, Nolan ended up laying on top of the beaver rather than having space between the two of them as Bill slid underneath him. Bill stopped at the dangling boner and nutsack.

"Okay, you can get back to it."

As Nolan resumed sucking the beaver off, he felt Bill beginning to suck him off as well. Not feeling the buckteeth on his dick was a rather pleasant surprise.

Nolan couldn't begin to process the good feelings happening below his waist, a warm mouth happily slobbering the dick that only occasionally got some begrudging attention from his wife, and a friendly finger entering and exiting his hole, a place his wife dared not ever touch, her own also being off limits.

The finger then exited.

"Just a slow push...say 'ahh..'"

Nolan felt the otter's dick prodding his hole, eventually, with a bit of effort, slipping into him.

"MMMPH!"

Nolan's dick throbbed in Bill's mouth. This made Bill's own sausage twitch a few times in Nolan's.

Odell began to thrust inside of Nolan. Nolan wondered if the heavy construction worker he saw get fucked felt the same feeling he was feeling now.

With the pain of a thick otter dick violating his insides also came a lot of pleasure. Nolan clenched on Odell. The otter responded by holding Nolan closer. The otter's nutsack started to smack Nolan's ass hard enough that Bill felt it underneath.

"Mmphgmmmcm," the beaver said with a mouthful of dick.

"Hm?" Nolan wasn't sure what Bill was trying to say.

"Mmphg-"

Nolan felt liquid shooting the back of his throat. Bill was jizzing in his mouth.

Nolan felt the salty liquid entering his gullet, more each time the beaver dick throbbed on his tongue. He tried to time his swallows as best he could.

Odell paused, realizing what was going on.

Nolan pulled Bill's hog out of his mouth. A bead of jizz dribbled out of it as it rested on the beaver's balls, softening back up, retreating back inward.

Shortly after, Bill took Nolan's dick out of his own mouth. Despite being as pent up as he was, Nolan hadn't finished yet.

"Well, since I finished first, how 'bout I let you finish in me? Get a train going?"

Nolan took a moment to regain himself, but nodded.

The three men stood back up, still getting wet from the shower heads. Odell remained inside of Nolan. Bill turned around, raising his tail, caring not to smack Nolan in the face with it again, and parted his big round cheeks to reveal his hole.

"Odell's been in there a few times this week, shouldn't be too hard for ya to get in there."

Nolan was still hard as a rock. He grabbed the big furry beaver's hips and inserted his dick, still slick with Bill's saliva, into his ass. He quickly began to match the rhythm of Odell's thrusts into his own ass.

The otter-man-beaver train chugged along in the shower room and filled it with grunts and moans from the three. Nolan yelled in bliss as he alternated backing into the otter and thrusting into the beaver. The two sets of fuzzy hips spanking both sides of him was driving him wild.

Nolan reached around Bill and began to play with the big nutsack between his legs. The beaver seemed to enjoy this.

"Ohh yeah, buddy. Keep playing with 'em!"

The rhythm of Odell's thrusts began to change.

"Here I come, everyone!"

The otter grunted and slammed himself against Nolan. What followed were several jets of otter spunk filling Nolan up. Nolan moaned in joy as his insides got stickier.

The feeling of Odell cumming inside of him was enough to drive Nolan over the edge as well.

"My turn!" He exclaimed as he thrusted one more time into Bill. He let loose into the beaver's hole, painting the inner walls white.

The three men panted, sighing heavily as they regained themselves. Odell pulled out of Nolan, Nolan pulled out of Bill.

After they got their stamina back, the three men finished their respective showers. They returned to the locker room to put their clothes back on.

"That was really fun," Nolan said.

The beaver and otter smiled at him.

"If you ever want more, you know where to find us," Bill responded.

"'Just look for the beaver and otter!'" Odell jokingly repeated one of his commercial lines.

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Nolan opened the door, finding his wife sitting and watching TV.

"How was the gym, dear?"

"It was fine, hon. Dinner?"

"S'in the oven, almost done," Willow paused. "But, would you happen to have any idea why there's an extra charge on this cable bill for a 'Construction Men 3?'"