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Intermediate Species Studies

Chapter 7 - An Honest Answer

by Tailen

It was movie night. The mighty canine hunter had pounced on a hapless box of DVDs and now came the time when he would rummage through its entrails, looking for something new and exciting, yet in the back of his mind he already knew that the contents of the box had not changed at all since the last time he looked through it and could not get excited about anything in it either. They really needed to start renting stuff.

"So what're we gonna watch tonight?" Tane flipped through the covers one by one and watched them fall limp on the backs of each other as each one was dismissed harshly by his critical eye.

"I dunno, find something you like." Cealan shrugged and was busy pulling booze bottles out of their individual five paper bags and three plastic bags. "Why the hell can't the liquor stores get ONE type of bag that works instead of wrapping each bottle in eight of them?!"

Tane ignored the orca in the kitchen and kept digging through the DVD pile, "Seen it, seen it, seen it... seen it.. seen it.. seen it, see.. ohh this one's.. no, wait, seen it.." *sigh*

The grey husky leaned back and stared dejectedly out the window, murmuring to himself, "It's official. Movie night is a bust."

There was nothing cool to watch, yet staring out of the apartment made it difficult to stay depressed. He was visiting his two crazy aquatic friends in Wenceclas' place near the beach, and the view from here was just stunning. The sun was setting over the water and he had a perfect view right over the palm trees on the opposite side of the street, across the entire golden beach, and down to the water's edge that just stretched off into infinity. The orange-red ball of fire was disappearing slowly and looked like it was being swallowed by the sea. For a moment he could understand the superstition of ancient religious cultures who worshiped the heavenly bodies. The Sun was deeply fascinating those two times a day when you could actually look at it.

The waves had settled down as the wind changed in the evening and only a few foamy tops of white were visible near the beach, the rest of the ocean had pretty much quieted down as if it had gone to sleep already and just impatiently waited for the light to go out.

Tane's daydream was rudely interrupted when Cealan snapped on the living room lights and the magnificent ocean vista was replaced by the husky's own reflection in the window which had now turned into a mirror. In the reflective surface he could briefly glimpse the orca behind him leaning around the corner with his hand near the light switch before he disappeared into the kitchen again.

"I knew I'd forgotten something." Cealan grumbled from the kitchen and yanked the phone off the wall to quickly dial a number.

From what Tane could catch of the snippets of conversation coming from the kitchen between Cealan and his boyfriend, apparently they did not have any dip to go with the mountain of snack food they had bought, so Wenceclas was going to swing by the store on his way back.

Tane got up on his feet and brushed his knees off. He could still feel sand crunching between his teeth. That stuff just got in everywhere. The three of them had been running around on the beach all day, and even after two showers he could still find sand in his fur. Not that he was too bothered about it. He always had so much fun playing in the sand during the day and on the boardwalk in the evening.

All those lights and cheesy arcade sounds coming from the machines still echoed in his ears, as did the yells of people trying to get his money either by offering entertainment or greasy food. The roller coasters were probably still running around the tracks and everyone who was eating there right now would soon take part in the festivities. Tane had seen it all before and was not really a big fan of the concept. It was the kind of tacky decadence that he imagined the entire city of Las Vegas was made of, only magnified a million times or something. Not that he had ever been there.

His attention was drawn briefly over to the couch where the plushies they had won in the shooting gallery were proudly displayed. It paid off dragging a guy like Wenceclas along who tranquilizes animals for a living. That otter could hit anything he wanted.

Most of the other carny games like the ring toss and tombola were just random chance with terrible odds; in the shooting gallery at least you had a chance even if the sights were horribly maladjusted. It just took a couple shots for an experienced marksman to compensate.

Tane found himself wandering around somewhat aimlessly and checking out the apartment, lifting things up and looking underneath them. It was a typical bachelor apartment, although quite a lot neater than others he had seen before. Wenceclas had probably lived alone long enough to get over that apathetic phase and he now actually cared about keeping his home tidy.

Luckily he only had to be bored for a few more minutes before the door was pushed open and the otter of the house stumbled in, balancing his bag of groceries while trying to kick the door shut behind him.

The dog's eyes quickly found themselves roaming across the otter's body. It was only natural to take in his appearance, especially considering how scantily dressed it was.

Wenceclas was an otter with a swimmer's body -- sleek, lean, yet muscled and tall. In fact, his height was probably the only thing keeping him from looking too bulky. It was obvious that it took quite some strength to assert his own mass through water if he wanted to get anywhere. That thick rudder-like tail of his certainly helped with that as well.

He was wearing only a pair of black swimtrunks and the left side of Tane's whiskered muzzle gave a little twitch when he thought about how there was nothing underneath those. That idea had not occurred to him until now even though they had been running around on the beach all day. When having fun with friends and being dressed like that himself, Tane had not given it a second thought, but now in this more socially relaxed setting it was the first thing he noticed when the otter walked through the door. Not that he could blame him, it was so hot outside these days that he could easily understand why someone would want to wear only one layer of thin clothes.

Wenceclas had not been in the water for hours and his fur stood out in all directions in stiff bunches almost everywhere due to the saltwater that was still in it. It gave the lutraboy a more rugged and dirty expression somehow. Once again his eyes were drawn towards the necklace around the otter's neck. It consisted of small cylindrical rods with a leather strap through them, about 30 of them altogether, and they alternated between a brown rod with a bamboo-like texture and one that was white with black spots on it, all the way around. At the bottom of it, hanging over the heavily furred chest was a single sharktooth that gleamed sharply even in this dim lighting.

The otter gave up after a few fruitless attempts at closing the door cautiously with his foot, since he could not see a thing behind him, and finally he just slammed it shut with his big tail. *WHAM!*

The loud noise startled Tane back to reality again.

"Honey, I'm hooooome." He called out exaggeratedly loud and both he and the husky laughed at the groan that came from the kitchen.

"Got the dip?"

Wenceclas searched through the large paper bag and pulled out four jars of different stuff. He met Cealan just as he was about to round the corner into the kitchen and the two of them just automatically put their muzzles together in a kiss.

Tane's ear perked up and he looked over after the kiss had gone on for longer than just a casual peck between lovers. All he could see was the back of the otter as he was leaning halfway into the kitchen and holding up his tail to balance the weight. One large webbed orca-mitt started at his shoulder and came down his back slowly, grabbing his rump through the swimtrunks and giving it a good, solid kneading while their tongues were presumably busy wrestling each other. It was quite apparent that time had stopped and they were in their own little world at the moment.

Cealan was the first to pull back and grab the jars from his boyfriend, "Thanks." He winked and vanished into the kitchen again as quickly as he had come, leaving the otter slightly dazed and stunned.

Wenceclas turned around and when he met Tane's gaze he could not help grinning from one side of his head to the other, "Whaaat..?"

"I can't find anything good to watch." The canine nodded down at the TV.

"Try the other box."

"What other box?" Tane's ears lifted up again and it made the otter pause and watch him for a moment. It was so captivating for him to witness just how easy it was for canines to show their emotions. Even other species like him could so easily read a dog's ears and muzzle to guess what they were thinking, they were a very expressive breed. Doing the same for other otters was a cinch, naturally since he had grown up with them, but most other species were a lot more subtle with their social signals.

"There's supposed to be two boxes, check under the couch or something." Wenceclas stepped out into the kitchen as well to help with the plate of nachos they had put in the oven earlier. The cheese was almost entirely melted and golden. Movie night was imminent.

The husky sniffed over the floor here and there, after having looked under the couch and found nothing. The hunt was unproductive until he reached around behind the left loudspeaker and felt his paws scrape against cardboard. He grabbed whatever was hidden back there and pulled out a somewhat dusty, featureless brown box which he opened up.

It was filled with DVDs just as promised, and he pulled out the first one to read the title.

"Blow White and the Seven Midgets?"

There was a moment of sudden, deathly silence in the apartment. Only the fan in the oven could be heard rotating and then Wenceclas' trill of a grin echoed through the rooms. "Oh.. that's my porn collection. That's not really the box you were supposed to find."

"Beauty and the Bestiality." Tane read the next one and started pulling them out one by one to announce the title over the snickering sounds coming from the kitchen now.

"The Jungle Boogie... The Fox and the Bitch... What the hell is all this?"

"Parodies, actually." Wenceclas yelled from the kitchen, "Some of them are kinda good, especially the ones that make fun of the plot all the way through. They take real actors and play out some parodied scenes from those animated movies -- pretty much every scene that's even slightly suggestive. And they do *a lot* of fucking. They'll mess up your puphood if you watch them and take them seriously."

Tane smirked, "The Lion Fling..?"

"That one's pretty good, actually." Cealan called out.

"Pocahotass... Lady and the Debauchee..?"

"Yeah, I like how 'tramp' already means slut, but they probably had to call it something else for legal reasons." The otter grinned.

"The Aristopussies...Robin Hood and his Merry Men."

"I bet they were." The orca pulled the nacho dish out of the oven and placed it on the counter to cool off a bit.

"Asslantis: The Lost Empire... Analaddin... 101 Perspirations, oooh I like the cover picture on this one.. The Cumback of Notre Dame... and look, The Little Spermaid."

"Not quite as interesting as it sounds that one," Wenceclas informed him helpfully as he walked into the living room carrying a tray filled with chips, dip and frosty breezer bottles.

"The Emperor's New Spoo... Brother Bear. Didn't even bother changing that one."

"I guess that's innocuous enough."

"Fucktales: Treasure of the Lost Lamp."

Cealan came out of the kitchen with the large nacho dish and put it in the middle of the low table in front of the TV, "There's some other stuff there too."

Tane dug down again and pulled one out. "Hung Kong?"

"Oh yeah, scientists find big masturbating monster on an island, bring it back to New York, chaos ensues. Probably the only mainstream porn I've seen that has a giant gorilla clearing out several floors with spooge and humping buildings till they crumble."

Tane's eyes grew wider at the next title, "Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - Cumming Out Of Our Shells?"

"Ahhh yes, that's probably the best one. It's basically just a bit of brotherly drama mixed into an hour and a half of threeways and fourways with all the different turtles. Splinter joins them for the last orgy. Not terribly original, but the childhood dream destruction factor is immense."

"Mmmm.. sounds good!" Tane tossed it over to Cealan.

"What, we're watching this for inspiration?" He looked at the other two in the room.

The husky laughed. "I'm not sure you can get me drunk enough for that."

"Did I mention I bought enough rum and Malibu to knock out an elephant?" Cealan blinkblinked his big eyes innocently. He swiftly zoomed off into the kitchen where he had set up all the bottles on the counter. They had been making a gallon worth of ice cubes yesterday and the packets were in the freezer ready for use now, so there would be drinks galore tonight. When he returned he was holding a tall, cold glass with a mixed brown liquid in it. The good stuff.

Tane just whimpered at the sight. "That's cheating."

"Oh that's riiiiiiight, you just can't get enough of that stuff can ya?" The exaggeratedly feigned surprise that the orca displayed would not even have fooled the cast on Plan 9 From Outer Space.

Tane just stuck his tongue out at him and snatched the tall cocktail glass with the drink he was offered.

"I could mix you a Zombie Stomp too if you're feeling adventurous?"

"Nono, m'fine." Tane mumbled out between obsessively sipping his drink, wanting to gulp the whole thing down in one go, but the coldness of the ice cubes against his sensitive front teeth forced him to sip just a little at a time.

---

The next morning, Tane could remember seeing about half of the movie and that his glass kept getting refilled with ice cubes, rum, cola and Malibu every time he had taken a sip. But the rest of the night was sort of blurry.

He woke up and found himself naked in bed next to Cealan and Wenceclas. The otter's brown-furred arm was draped around him from behind and he could hear Cealan behind him on the opposite side of the double-spoon the three of them made. The otter must have felt lucky being sandwiched like that, he seemed to be sleeping very peacefully at any rate.

An unfamiliar sensation made him reach up to his throat and realize he had a collar on, which he only vaguely remembered being attached there. In the same way that he only vaguely recalled the romping last night.

Tane scratched his head and tried to go back in time, but every step he took he seemed to fall into another black gap. They had been sitting on the couch, watching that turtle porn movie. About ten minutes into it, the other two had started tongue-kissing right next to him at the same time that the turtles had started doing it on screen. Obviously they had seen that thing before and knew what was going to happen.

There was something of a significant blank gap in Tane's memory, but he repeatedly tried to go over the things in his mind that he did remember, in the hopes that more bits would fall into place by themselves. Like repeating a line of lyrics again and again to try and kick your brain into gear to fill in the whole song.

There was something... something about.. the movie? It was hard to separate what had happened in the movie with what they had actually been doing since it was the first time he had seen either. Alcohol had a terrible habit of taking over his brain and then refusing to keep a log for when he woke up the next day.

He did remember the other two on the couch getting more and more amorous. Cealan had put his entire hand down the otter's swimshorts and groped him thoroughly while they kept kissing. Thinking back, there seemed to be a lot of kissing going on actually. Probably in the movie too.

A big smile crept across Tane's muzzle when he recalled the image of the naked otter getting tossed onto the TV table in front of the couch. Yes, he had definitely seen that enticing otterbutt right in front of him. Cealan had lifted the ruddertail up and told him to fuck the living daylights out of the otter. Which, to the best of his recollection, he had done. With a vengeance.

Tane looked over his shoulder to see the sleeping face of the otter nuzzled up against his neck, and the larger Cealan right behind him with his beak on top of Wenceclas' head. Seeing that black and white head spurred another memory from last night, one of looking over his shoulder much like he did now and seeing the orca naked on the couch jerking himself off while watching Tane rock the TV table back and forth with a hot otterbum wrapped around his cock.

It was impossible to make out what squeals and moans had come from them and what was from the movie, not that it really mattered because they were all having sex at the same time. However, he *did* remember seeing the most athletic fiveway on the TV ever. A triple penetration with all three turtles pounding the stuffing out of poor Michelangelo while he sucked their sensei's cock till he choked on it. A little bit of Tane's puphood had died that moment, but still he could not deny how incredibly hot it had looked.

Just around that time was when he had felt his knot lock in the otter's ass and howled his pleasure to the Moon. While recovering and laying collapsed on top of Wenceclas he had felt hands around his neck secure that collar in place. Cealan had whispered something to him that he did not remember now, but he was willing to bet it was the most obscene thing he had ever heard in his life.

Tane felt the dryness in his muzzle and needed to drink something. He also smelled cum on his own breath, so apparently it had been a pretty wild night. He had only a vague recollection of Cealan tugging on his collar while that thick orcadick twisted in his throat, but it was enough to reassure him that he had blown the whale at some point during their fun.

Moving a little to get ready to roll out of bed, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his rear. Apparently the otter must have gotten back at him later in the night, but he did not remember this at all.

Ouch.

The dog proceeded to slip out from under Wenceclas' arm, but much more cautious this time. Carefully he got onto his feet and stumbled sleepily into the bathroom, trying not to step too hard onto the soles of his footpaws in fear of triggering the stinging pain that was still latent in his rear. He could not see his clothes anywhere on the floor. Maybe they were still in the living room.

The tap water felt refreshing, and he lapped away at the steady stream from the faucet in order to fill his belly. All that alcohol in his system needed some sort of counter-balance and he could already feel the unfortunate onset of a headache that was only going to get more fierce with time. At least the booze still in his system helped numb him a bit, but if previous experience was any indication this was not going to last past breakfast.

He thought he heard sounds coming from the bedroom, so he wiped his muzzle off in a towel and went back in. Cealan lay there on the bed, grinning up at him and pressed against the otter's back.

"Morning." He trilled happily and just then Tane noticed the glazed expression in Wenceclas' eyes, but not because he was still half asleep. The bouncing motion of Cealan's hand just above the otter's groin hidden under the blanket left little doubt what was going on. Tane wanted to roll his eyes at the two of them, but he never really managed to go through the motion. He just ended up looking upwards briefly and then staring right back down at the two turtledoves.

Wenceclas began moaning lightly as he was jerked off and he wriggled under the blanket, grinning sheepishly up at the husky. In order to keep him still, Cealan grabbed that energetic tail between his thighs near the base and squeezed it so the otter could not thrash around so much. The orca looked up at Tane again with a smile.

"You were great last night. You made a pretty good toy for my little rudderbitch, didn't he?"

"Mm-hmm..!" Wenceclas agreed, snorting a bit as he briefly closed his muzzle and panted through his nose.

Tane had a feeling that collar had not just been for show.

"And aren't you lucky, you get to return the favor now." Cealan grinned impishly and nipped his boyfriend's ear, "Open wide..."

Both of them looked over at Tane's crotch, Wenceclas licked his lips at the sight and it was only then that Tane actually felt naked. Normally he would have taken him up on an offer like that in a heartbeat, but his hangovers coupled with the exhaustion from having a threesome for hours last night that he did not even remember made him feel listless and kind of drained.

"Some other time, boys. I have to get back to the dorm and do my homework.." He ran a paw through his headfur with a sigh and watched the other two just enjoy each other. Immediately after saying that, he regretted it.

"Alright, clothes are in the living room somewhere, just close the door when you leave." Cealan smiled up at him and went back to nuzzling and nipping his lutra's head, his hand never having paused for a second underneath the covers.

Tane turned around and continued his zombie stumble out into the living room to collect all his clothes and put them on. The place looked like a mess. Snack food and crumbs everywhere. Apparently they had not really taken time to clear the TV table before fucking each other wildly on it, because it looked most of all as if everything had just been swept onto the floor. He was glad he did not have to clean this up.

The door closed shut behind him to the sound of a particularly loud *chitter* from the bedroom that he knew all too well, and he wandered down the hallway towards the stairs.

"Dammit.." He murmured as he leaned against the handrail to steady himself, "I swear I'll never drink again."

---

True to form, that same night, Tane and Hunter got drunk in their room. It was one of those weekends when they usually sat around, drank beer and talked about silly stuff. Kind of a roommate bonding thing; they always got to learn something about each other and they got things talked through that they needed to. Alcohol was just the right kind of social lubricant to get things sliding along, but for the last few months there had not been any issues between them and hence no real motivation to do another session like this. But they had accidentally kept this evening unscheduled, so here they were, opening up the first bottle of beer from the small fridge in the corner of the room and getting into their usual positions.

Tane sat down across the bed with his footpaws sticking off the other side of it, his back against the wall, and a pillow between the two to get more comfy. The black wolf had swiveled the desk chair around to face him, his back was against the computer on the desk and his feet were resting just on the corner of the bed next to the grey husky's ankles.

"So what's the conversation topic for tonight?" Hunter bit the cap off his beer.

Tane ducked a flying bottle cap. "Well, since we don't really have any problems to work out and nothing new's happened since last time, how about we talk about.. ass?" He suggested purely as a joke.

"Hey, I can live with that. Cheers, mate." They knocked their beer bottles together with a glassy *clink*.

"Oh! How about we talk about our first time?"

"First time doing what?" Hunter leaned back in the chair and set the mouth of the bottle against his black lips.

"Sex, stupid. I'm talking about the First Time."

"Oh sorry, didn't hear you capitalize it there."

"Sooo?" Tane showed his canines in a wide grin and moved closer to the wolf.

"Hey, it was your idea, you go first."

"Well, alright." The husky took another drink and lifted his muzzle up with his eyes squinting slightly as if he had to think really hard or something.

"There was this guy--"

"Name?"

Tane stopped in mid-sentence and had to take another breath to answer. "His name was Colby, and we met--"

"Species?"

Once again the husky was stopped short and he grunted in warning at the other male this time. "What, are you making a trading card game here? I'm trying to tell a story. And he was a greyhound, if you *must* know."

"But I must, I must."

"Drink your beer and shut up." Tane murmured. "So! We met in school. At a time when everyone's hormones were going crazy for females we kept looking at each other every day across the room, and in the locker room, and at the lunch tables, and passing each other in the hall, and the--"

"Bo-o-o-o-o-ring!" Hunter burped, "Go back to the locker room, that sounded hot."

Tane just gave him an evil glare and ignored his outburst, "..and then we finally hooked up at this party at a friend of mine's. Didn't tell anyone else, of course. Least of all our parents." The dog looked out at the empty air for a moment. "Yeah.. he was my first boyfriend. We were both kinda shy about the whole thing and we pawed each other off for over a year before we actually.. you know.. *did* it."

"Did what?"

"Sex, of course!" Tane almost jumped out of the bed and slapped the wolf, but he did feel kind of powerless when the black canine just chuckled loudly.

"I just wanted to hear you say it. Go on, give me more details. You don't mind if I jerk off while you're telling this story, do ya?" Hunter grabbed his crotch and began massaging it exaggeratedly through his shorts.

The husky rolled his eyes, "You're intolerable. I'm done with this story, your turn."

"Aww c'mon, I'm just kidding. I wanna know what happened, really. What's Colby doing now? Where's he live? Did he ever get his dog? Is he studying in another city?"

Despite Hunter's attempt to salvage the conversation, the mood in the room quickly froze at the sigh Tane exhaled, but not for the reason Hunter initially thought.

"I don't know, he went away. Family was driving him insane. They always needed money, and they sucked him dry. There was major guilt-tripping involved, I visited them a few times. He had quite a few siblings and it was like being surrounded by gypsies. They only had enough money to sort of pay their bills for the month and everyone in the household had to do some work or get money from somewhere all the time. His parents could barely scrape together enough money, but still they insisted on buying nice things all the time and doing all this spontaneous shopping. It was like they had no sense of finances at all, even I could see that, young as I was. And everything they got they just shared. You were expected to give away the clothes on your back if someone else in the family took a fancy to them, I think. He told me not to give him any expensive gifts, because they would just be pawned off if his family found 'em in his room."

"Wow. Sounds like a living nightmare." Even the ever-chippy Hunter was starting to feel slightly low-spirited at hearing this.

"I'm sure it was worse than that for him. He had to get away and, well, I wasn't really ready to just leave everything and everyone and go with him 'just' because he had to flee the state to get away from his family. You can probably imagine how young I was at the time, this was a while ago."

Hunter nodded solemnly. "Go on."

"Well, after a lot of crying in each other's arms and saying that we could never live without each other and all that, we eventually decided to go our separate ways. Or, it just happened that way, I don't really remember. He always wanted to cuddle up with me when I was sleeping over and he said he couldn't be without that sensation for any extended length of time. It's part of what gave him hope."

Tane took a deeper breath, his own emotions starting to surface even though he had not anticipated that talking about this would actually have such an effect on him anymore. "So we broke it off. We still talk occasionally online and stuff, but nothing serious. I don't even know what he's been doing, but he seems a lot less depressed now, and I heard he has a boyfriend he really likes, so that's all good."

The husky forced a smile and took another draft of beer to distract himself a bit. Digging in the past was a bit more painful than he thought it would be. He had not really planned to tell Hunter any of this, but apparently he must have felt a need to get it off his chest. Not a lot of other people had heard about this since it happened, either. Apart from his own family, but they were sort of in the middle of it so he did not need to summarize the whole experience like he had done just now.

In fact, every few years he would mention it to one of his friends and see how emotional he got by telling this story. It was sort of a way to measure how much he had gotten over it; not that he thought Colby would ever disappear from his heart entirely. But it was getting better. This time he managed to tell it somewhat casually, albeit in a lower tone of voice than usual, but he only had to clear his throat a few times.

"How 'bout you?" Tane hurried on to the next round.

"What, my first time?" The black wolf looked over at him. There was already this boiling anticipation building up in him and it bubbled to the surface as a wide smirk on his face.

Tane nodded and grinned at the reaction his question got. They were both glad to jump to the next subject so swiftly. "Yeah go on, don't be shy. Tell me eeeeverything."

"With my little sister when she was 10." Hunter did not even have to think about it.

Tane's smile sort of looked like it just tripped over itself and fell off a cliff.

"You-- ..what?"

"Hey, relax dude," Hunter laughed and slapped him behind the shoulder, "I'm only 3 years older than her."

The concept still did not quite register in Tane's mind. It was as if he had been working on this big puzzle called 'Hunter' for the past year and just when he thought the pieces were in place he suddenly found out that he had only built the corner of it. There was so much more, which he had just gotten a glimpse of.

"I.. didn't think that was even possible." Tane responded in a somewhat meek voice.

"Sheesh. What do you think we did when we lived in caves? Waited till the females 'felt they were ready to take on the responsibility'? And had 'realized themselves'? I'm tellin' ya, the moment they looked delicious enough, we'd fuck 'em." Hunter leaned back in his chair and put his feet up in Tane's lap.

"Only cave around here is 200 miles away. And 200 million years away."

Hunter barked out a laugh. "Well, you've got a point there. But we both liked it, so what's the harm?"

"Where do I start..?" Tane mumbled, mainly to himself.

"Oh, please. Everybody, and I mean *everybody* who's had the chance to fool around with family or friends have done so when they were a pup. What're you gonna do, stick your dick in a total stranger for the first time? Of course not. You do it with someone you trust. Brother, sister, cousin, your best friend, their best friends, whoever's about the same age as you. Besides, it's good practice. For a young pup it's goddamn meat-Tetris getting everything to fit down there, how else you gonna figure out what goes where if you don't try it?"

"Oh I dunno. How about you wait till you're mature enough to actually handle that sort of thing." Tane retorted, but his argument just fell on deaf ears.

"What, wait till the teachers in school show you a freakin' cross-section diagram in biology class? Is that the point when you're magically mature enough to know? Dude, sex ed doesn't shock *anybody*, if it did the parents wouldn't allow it. All the kids know this stuff already, that's why it's the one class they never give you homework." He let the dog think about that one for a moment before rambling on.

"And the longer you wait, the more embarrassing the first time's gonna be. When you're 16 and fooling around with some hot chick from school, she'll have heard stories from her big sisters about how the first time is like a fucking Disney ride with unicorns dancing across the sky while farting rainbows and tossing candy. She'll expect you to rock her world and make her touch Heaven itself. Meanwhile, you're fumbling around trying to get it in, and then you can barely keep humping for more than two minutes because you've never used those thrusting muscles before. No, dude, you gotta figure out how it all works as soon as you can. And don't give me that maturity crap. The moment you can get an erection, you're mature enough!"

"But.." Tane tried to interrupt.

"..and when that happens the chick's probably too young to have her first period, so who cares about condoms?"

"Chick..? Ohhh, that's right. You started out liking *giiiiiirls*, didn't you?" Tane smirked and tried to divert the subject a bit, but his roommate was pretty blazé about it. It did not have quite the show-stopping effect Tane had hoped for.

*Psch!* Hunter waved a paw dismissively, "I'm over that phase, I can tell ya. You're looking at a recovering heterosexual. Females are fucking nuts, the lot of 'em."

The wolf leaned over to grab his beer bottle and take a swig. Tane followed his lead by putting his own bottle to his lips.

"So.. she liked it too? I would've thought it would hurt." The husky asked somewhat casually and tried not to sound too interested, but it still got Hunter grinning from ear to ear.

"Yeah, well, you know.. I was pretty hung back then too. Probably hurt a lot, but she couldn' stop moaning once we got going."

He took another gulp from the bottle and leaned back, getting a somewhat glazed expression in his eyes as he dug out the memories from the dark depths of his mind.

"House to ourselves for the weekend.. parents out of town... I think it was like a month after she'd walked in on me pawing myself in my bedroom. Just around the time I stopped having dry orgasms and actually started spurting stuff."

Hunter's brow furrowed a bit in thought. "She was so excited to see me do that, I barely even had time to be as deathly embarrassed as I should've been. Told me she'd found out it felt good to touch herself down there too when she was about 8. She'd even told our parents about it, who kinda shushed her, but she was still so proud of herself."

Tane stared at the black lupine, trying to penetrate his veil of confusion and read the mind hidden inside, which was only getting easier with every sentence uttered. The missing puzzle pieces just kept falling into his lap at this point, although without any indication of how they fit together; this always seemed to happen when Hunter got drunk and talkative.

"Anyway, she said she wouldn't leave till I finished, so I had to paw off and cum up my belly right in front of her. I don't think her eyes have ever been bigger, she just ate it up."

Hunter paused and looked over at his roommate with a laugh, "Not literally, I mean."

They both took another sip of beer and Hunter mumbled into his bottle, "Not till a month later, anyway."

"So I told her turnabout is fair play. She took all her clothes off, hopped into my bed next to me and showed me all she knew. Even let me try too after the first time she came. Since then we either got naked in front of each other and pawed off, or we'd paw each other off. Every day. Right after school before the folks came home."

Hunter leaned back with a sigh, "Good times."

The husky did not really know what to say. It was like watching a car crash, he could not look away, yet he did not want to look. He figured that whatever Hunter had done in the past, it was not as if he could do anything about it now. Or had any regrets about it for that matter. So he just kept quiet and listened with his big grey ears perked up. Maybe he could learn something.

"Anyway that kinda went on for a month and then there was that magical weekend all alone. We didn't do anything but eat TV dinners, watch movies, and paw each other off on the couch all weekend, man. She was a beast. Well, I mean.. we were both eager to play with each other, but the whole thing just came to a natural next step. Friday evenin' we went to bed she rolled over on her back, spread 'em out and just begged like a puppy. I grabbed her ankles and just fucked her slimy little bitchcunt till we both passed out from dehydration or exhaustion or whatever it was. I don't even know how many times we both came, I just didn't wanna stop."

Hunter reached down to 'adjust' himself. Recalling the whole scene definitely had an effect on him.

"You.. actually fainted?" Tane looked over at him in surprise.

"Oh hell yeah. We kept going for hours. Felt like that, anyway. Woke up next day, got some breakfast and started over again. We did it like on the animal shows on TV, me on her back doggystyle, and then I just humped her like mad in every single room of the house, one by one... Hottest little puptwat I've ever had and she just whined for more." The wolf licked his lips and pressed the bottle against them again.

"We didn't even know what the hell we were doing, we just knew it felt awesome. So we kept doing it. Over and over and over. Of course we hit a little snag once we got to the kitchen."

"Oh? Why's that?" Tane tilted his head to the side a bit.

"That's when she got loose enough to take my knot, and we learned first-paw what that thing actually did. Naturally there was panic at first, but we waited and eventually it went away like it always does. At least I'm glad we figured that one out while no one was home, and not in one of our usual romps right before church on Sundays."

Tane's eyes grew about as wide as the grand archway over the campus entrance.

"What?... You have to change your clothes into the Sunday Best before you go anyways. Might as well make 'em dirty before you throw 'em in the laundry."

"You're.. just.. just. Damn."

Hunter took that as quite a compliment judging by his grin, even if it was not quite meant as such.

"Yeah, that was a great weekend alright. Had sex in every way we could think of, everywhere we could think of. Kitchen table, floor, couch, every bed in the house, the carpet in the bathroom, in the garage, the basement, dad's office, mom's studio, the hallway, it was fan*TAS*tic." The wolf grinned with a distant look in his eyes.

"We were high on sugar candy and just humped like animals till we couldn't move, then we took a nap wherever we fell over, woke up later and started again. We even showered together afterwards in the evening before bed.. hugged.. fondled each other." Hunter snapped back to reality for a moment and lifted his beer up again, "Actually it was pretty fucking romantic, come to think of it."

"Except the part about her being *your sister*!" Tane added, as if he was the little white angel of conscience sitting on the wolf's shoulder. Yet, all he got out of it was an indifferent shrug.

"Eh.. not like we were gonna have pups or anything. She was my closest female friend at the time and I was her closest male friend. I fucked other girls after her that I didn't plan on having pups with either, and I don't really see the difference. We even started using condoms when we first heard about 'em."

"That's.. reassuring." The husky added a thick spread of sarcasm to his comment.

"Those things were a bitch to get on, tho. I never really got the hang of it. Never really feels right either, it's kinda numbing. I prefer bareback. As you know."

Tane rolled his eyes at that. He knew, all too well. As did a lot of other furs in their hallway here. At least Hunter insisted that the two of them -- and all of his other 'close friends' -- got tested every so often down at the clinic. He knew one of the doctors there.

That sort of thing had been practically nonexistent in this otherwise highly promiscuous dorm community until Hunter put his foot down at one of the meetings and said that closing your eyes and wishing everything will be alright is not a strategy for avoiding HIV. It was probably the first time Tane had ever seen his roommate be outspoken and passionate about anything other than his own dick. Come to think of it, that was exactly what that speech of his was about as well... but it did do a lot of good.

The tests were shown within the circle of friends and everyone knew the results of the others' tests. No one were allowed to hide anything and even though it had been a bit weird in the beginning to post your own medical results on the bulletin board in the lounge, by now the tests were so regular and matter-of-fact that you would actually be suspended without hesitation from the group if you did not go to the clinic like everybody else. No clean record, no sex. Simple rules. And restricting access to sex was a pretty damn effective way of getting someone to so something -- as Hunter could easily attest from all the girlfriends he had ever been with.

"And the females after?"

"Huh?" Hunter blinked over at the other canine.

"You said you had girlfriends. You've never really talked about any of them." Tane leaned back against the wall that the bed was placed next to, readjusting the black footpaws in his lap to rest more across his knees. Most furs around here knew through casual gossip that Hunter had started out on the other side of the fence, so to speak, but he usually just brushed off any questions about it with a laugh.

"What's to say? They were all mad. Stark, raving mad. Each in their own special way, of course. You know, they could almost act normal.. at times.. when you weren't looking. And then suddenly they just *exploded* over some little inane thing. But the whole mood change was part of some greater pattern; it's like they went from one obsession to the next. One day they'd feel soooo passionate about saving the planet, so they'd give you hell for not recycling properly or for throwing something away that wasn't used up completely. They'd literally just scour the entire apartment and observe every little thing you did to check if it's up to the new standard that they'd just made up without telling you."

Hunter looked up at the ceiling while talking, remembering one particular discussion about leaving the lights on in the bathroom. "All the time she's just waiting for an opportunity to feel disappointed and angry over something you do. Hovering over you like a freakin' passive-aggressive hawk. And then the next day or the next week, it's something else. Not the environment, but then it's.. something like, we don't go out enough anymore. So she sits there all day making unsubtle comments about how we don't get out anymore, and she starts digging up surveys from women magazines that say how often other people go out and she compares them to our life. Or better yet, she calls up all her friends to ask them how often they go out. And I swear to you, on that day you could run the fuckin' Exxon Valdez into a zoo and cover all the animals in oil and she wouldn't look twice. That whole environment phase is just *poof*, gone, forgotten. But it'll be back ..ohhh, you know it'll be back with a vengeance. You don't know when, could be a month later, could be a week, could be a day, could be just an hour. Suddenly it'll just go *BAM!* in your face and then you have to readjust your whole daily routine again."

Tane just sat quietly with folded toes and listened to his roommate rant. He could not really complain since he had asked him the question, after all. Not to mention given him the beer.

The black wolf leaned back and looked contemplative for a moment, "And that's really the entirety of your relationship. It's all about guessing what you're not supposed to do today. Sometimes you do well, you manage to stay under the radar when you just do what she tells you to and try not to be in the same room with her too much. Or maybe she's nice enough to drop a little hint that *this* particular thing is the topic of the day, and if it's something you've seen before, you know what to avoid doing."

"And then there's those other days you can just sense it, right after she walks through the door, you just *know* that you're gonna have to call someone up and go bowling, because no matter what you do she's going to see you as her arch-nemesis that entire evening. So you disappear from the apartment to avoid an unnecessary argument and you try to come home at that special moment *right* before she was planning to go to bed. If you come home and she's still up reading Cosmo, you're in the clear. Gods help you if you come home even a minute after she's gone to bed, because even though she isn't asleep yet you're still disturbing her so much that she'll have to yell at you in the morning for it. Usually just to warm up her voice for the big yelling session about why you went bowling when she had already made plans for our evening."

"It all sounds pretty complicated." Tane scratched his head and nodded slowly, trying to imagine what kind of females could make someone so cynical.

"Much too complicated if you ask me. At first you try to hang on to what you've got and you try to salvage whatever is left after the wild, passionate love-making of the first couple months turn into a five to midnight chore where you try to avoid meeting in the apartment too much just so you won't get on each others' nerves. You sleep in the same bed and cuddle up at night, but at some point you can't help thinking that the thing about you she's most attracted to right now is your bodyheat. Yet you hang on, especially because you don't want to be alone and single and heathen. Which is pretty much what it's considered these days. You don't want to leave because you'd miss the cuddling and the rare happy moments that you can still manage to find every once in a while. Mostly you can't imagine yourself with someone else because.. well, that would take effort. You've put so much energy and time into getting to know this one person, and realizing that you have to find someone else and rebuild that trust over a year or two is wearing you out emotionally just thinking about it. Both of you start looking for someone else to start over with, however, even if it might be subconsciously. Whoever breaks up is usually the first one who finds someone who's just a little more interesting than you. But after a few relationships that go on for a lot longer than they really should have, you learn how to recognize the signs and you make a move to end it yourself, even if you haven't met someone else first. It only takes one bad relationship to teach you to get your tail out the door *before* you both end up at the point where you lie awake at night and chew the bedposts out of sheer anger at each other."

"And when you're alone? After breaking up?" Tane was listening closely, absorbing the wisdom of the more experienced canine.

"Well, you figure out that it's not so bad after all. After a couple relationships like that you *need* to be by yourself for several months without anyone else in the room who wants to wring your neck because you didn't do the dishes this morning or you left your laundry in an unseemly heap on the floor. But to get back to the original reason why you asked this, then.. yeah. The whole thing was as surprising to me as anyone. I mean, I had a few gay friends already, some of whom I've even known before they 'came out' so to speak, so I kinda knew what being gay was, but then again I didn't really know. At this point in my life anything but girls was looking mighty interesting, so eventually I just went 'fuck this shit, I'm trying a guy'. I found someone who thought I looked hot, a canine. Wasn't all that serious about it and neither was he, so that was good."

"So just like a one-night thing?" The husky asked and held his beer up, finding to his dismay that it was empty. He leaned forward and pushed Hunter's feet out of his lap to go get two cold ones from their fridge.

"More like a one-weekend thing. I drove up to his place on a Friday, pretty nervous about the whole idea. Thinking of all the weird things that might happen. The first kiss was really difficult, I think he even had to pull me into it because I hesitated for too long. I had totally expected something alien. Like his tongue would come out and wrap around my head or something, but it was nice. And peaceful somehow." He took the offered bottle from Tane in his paw and finished his current beer in one last gulp before putting the empty bottle behind him on the desk and taking another sip from the fresh one. Storytelling always made his throat sore.

"We made out on the couch and when I had my eyes closed I swear couldn't even tell the difference. It's exactly the same like when you're with a girl, you do the exact same things. You take walks on the beach, you laugh at each other's jokes, you kiss, you fondle, you go to the movies, you look at each other over the tall glasses of wine at a fancy restaurant and you try not to giggle too loudly since you know every single person around you would storm out in a huff if they knew you were a gay couple.."

Even Tane grinned at that one.

"You make breakfast for each other, you cuddle, you nuzzle.. you make love. I mean, you have to go through all the same stuff. Which kinda makes sense when you think about it because all the stuff straight couples do with each other isn't really straight stuff, it's relationship stuff. It's universal. Only difference is the hole you fuck each other in, and not even that if you look at the typical adventurous, free-spirited straight couple. They do it from behind too, and not always in the place that makes new puppies, if you know what I mean." Hunter winked at the younger dog who just rolled his eyes back.

"So this guy was your first boyfriend?" He tried to remain on the subject.

"Well technically, I guess. We didn't see each other after that weekend. I think we both got everything out of it that we'd expected, tho. I found out that there's no difference between having a relationship with a guy or with a girl. And he got fucked by a hot black wolfy all weekend." Hunter grinned toothily. "I always imagined.. well, I don't know what I had imagined a gay relationship would be like, but something alien like I said."

"Got fucked?"

"Pardon?" Hunter raised an eyebrow.

"You said *he* got fucked. Not the other way around?" Tane tilted his head to the side and looked slightly puzzled.

It was a pretty personal question, but the wolf did not seem to care. "Oh, yeah. He was pretty subby. He never asked to do me, so we didn't. Which was probably for the best, I think. The whole sucking dick and taking it in the ass came later than that. I just needed that weekend to prove to myself that I could swing with the whole gay thing, so after that I started hunting for a real boyfriend."

"And the rest, as they say, is history." Hunter grinned sheepishly and leaned over to *clink* his bottle against Tane's in a toast.

They both drank to that.

"And after I saw everything was basically the same on both sides I thought to myself, 'hey, if my sister can learn to enjoy sucking my dick, why can't I?'"

Tane choked on his beer and lunged forward, catching most of the mist he spurted out his nose and muzzle with the paw he held up in front of his face. The wolf just laughed and put his bottle up to his lips again.

"I don't think.. I'd quite put it that way." Tane grunted and got up out of the bed to get some paper towels and wipe his t-shirt, muzzle and paw clean. It took a while for him to clean up, but he did give up halfway. Normally he would have gotten some soap and water to get the stain out immediately, being the orderly person that he was, but in his somewhat drunken state he could dismiss those compulsions and just leave it as it was. He came back to sit on the bed again and lean up against the wall.

"So what's it like on the other side? I know you said it's the same, but there's gotta be *some* differences."

"Well, yeah of course there's the little things."

"Like what?"

"Like saying you have a headache is an invitation for sex, not an excuse to avoid it. Oh, and guys don't spit."

"..what?"

"In my extensive research into this matter, I have to say that I have never once met a gay guy who didn't like the taste of cum. Or at the very least, found it bearable enough to swallow it. It's just common courtesy."

Tane laughed and nearly spilled his beer on the bed. The wolf tried to remain in his ticked-off ranting mood, but even he could not help smiling at seeing how amused it made the husky.

"What pisses me off is when people ask who the girl in the relationship is. It's like, hellooo..? There isn't a girl, that's. The whole. *POINT!*"

The grey dog giggled. "I always thought that was entertaining because it makes gay couples look at each other and both go, "It's you, you're the bitch!"

Hunter grunted, "Not me. I wanna punch people in the neck who ask me that. I don't know why they think there has to be a girl involved somehow. Quite honestly I'd rather suck a dick than lick a pussy. It's a bit... nasty. And despite what you think, it's a lot more messy. You wouldn't believe how much of that goo females make after you've gotten them hot after an hour of foreplay. I started putting towels down just to avoid washing the sheets every, single, freakin' time."

"Oh, and there's that delightful 'time of the month' too. It's not so bad anymore, now they've got pills that'll take away the pain and stuff so they're a lot less irritable, but there's still those days when you just can't lick 'em or fuck 'em at all. But, the absolute *worst* thing is girls who are too shy to share their period schedule with you because they think it's a 'girl thing'. And because you always fool around in the dark with her, you end up with your muzzle smeared in brownish blood and you don't notice a thing till after you're done, go wash off in the bathroom, and find out you look like you just ate a fresh deer in the forest like the four-leggers do; all because she was too shy to tell ya."

Tane wrinkled his nose and stuck his tongue out, "Ewwww, subject change! Right now!"

However, the wolf was just getting warmed up. "And don't even get me started about them leaving their 'personal hygiene' pads in the trash, stinking up the place."

"Suuuubject change!" Tane yelled and held his paws over his ears, "Lalalalalalalalala!"

"Alright, alright." The black canine took another gulp of beer and licked his lips to give the younger male time to take his paws down again. "What else? Oh, and when girls jerk you off it's like doing it with your own left paw: it's really, really bad. But luckily it's not as complicated as their own nubs and lips and folds and zones and spots and whatever. It's a goddamn construction site down there. Plus it's all got Latin names, I can't imagine anything *less* sexy than Latin names for naughty parts. At least for guys the worst case scenario is you just tell her to grab a hold of it and then you do the humping yourself, that ain't so bad."

"And guys know what guys like, huh?"

"Well, sorta. Doing it on someone else is still a lot different from doing it to yourself. I mean, I can just reach down and grab my nuts and I'll spooge, but I've been training since I was a pup, y'know. It takes more effort for someone else to do it, but the whole social aspect makes it more interesting."

"The.. 'social aspect', you say?" Tane grinned and had not heard a term quite as sterilizing and distancing as that one before, when talking about pawjobs. "Do you call girls' breasts the 'functional mammaries' too?"

It was mostly a joke, but Hunter sprang to life like an arcade machine you had just put your coins in. "Ohh.. DUDE! Don't even get me started on breasts, you don't wanna go down that road."

Hunter took another drink from his beer and looked thoughtful for a moment. "They say that gay people in general are better educated and smarter than straight people, I don't think that's true at all. I think the stupidity of straight people just increases the closer they get to tits."

Tane laughed and nearly dropped his bottle in his lap again. He was starting to feel the effect of the booze now and he had to remind himself to grip it tighter.

"They just lose their minds completely. It's like an epidemic obsession. All my straight friends turn their heads in the street to look at tits and ass. It's just un-fucking-believable. What the hell are they trying to achieve? One guy nearly ran us off the road once because he had to turn his head to look at some girl on the sidewalk."

"Well, did you try asking them what they're getting out of it?"

"Yeah, they claim they're just looking and enjoying the view. But then they buy magazines with naked girls, and go on the internet when they come home too. So either they're spending all their time 'enjoying the view' and not actually doing anything else as far as I can tell, or they're lying. Either way I'm not so sure I buy that explanation. I always ask them why they look at the girl's ass too unless they're planning on using that. It only works with the few friends I have who aren't into anal, but it gets them blushing for a while, so that's fun."

The grey dog grinned and started feeling an urge for pretzels or snacks or something salty, but he already knew there were none to be found. They finished the last bag yesterday and no one had bothered to go shopping today. So he just kept quiet and let the other dog talk.

"Pussy's even worse. Good sex can keep a relationship going for a lot longer than it oughta. I can't even count the number of guys I've known who I've directly confronted about what a psycho their girl is and they just shrug and go 'but the sex is good' or 'at least I get pussy'. Guys'll fucking chop off their own limps with a rusty saw if they thought they could get pussy from doing it. And girls know it! So they use it to get what they want. If you don't take out the trash and clean up the place and take her out dancing once in a while she won't complain, oh noooo, nonono. She'll just give you the evil eye for a few days and then make up excuses to not have sex with you. And she can hold out a lot longer than you can, believe me."

"You really think guys are that desperate?"

"I'm not even kidding, dude. They'll climb mountains, swim down crocodile-infested rivers, and fly to the Moon just to check if there's any pussy there. They even brought a car. To the fucking Moon. They thought they'd better get some nice wheels in case there was pussy up there they had to impress. Screw the tea and spice trade, all exploration in the world happened because some horny sailor couldn't get pussy at home and he went to the other side of the planet in hopes of finding someone who'd fuck 'im."

Tane just smirked wider, "And you're telling me you don't feel the same way about dick? Bearing in mind that I've seen you on your knees begging for a facial from a hot stallion more than once already."

That seemed to stump the wolf for a moment, "Well... I'm dick-enthusiastic, sure. But I wouldn't throw away my sanity just to get some. When I look at one of my straight friends who's in one of those really fucked-up relationships, it's like pussy has this magic spellbinding power over them. You can pretty much measure exactly how good the sex is by how much of a bitch she is. I'm just there having dinner with this couple and all I can think of is, holy SHIT she's annoying! How the hell can he stand even being on the same continent as her? She must be a total animal in the sack, that's the only thing that can force a guy to make such a totally irrational decision. Every single morning."

"Well, all couples have their problems, I think." The grey dog shrugged lightly.

"Sure, but it's kinda difficult to work out your problems when one person is completely subservient to The Pussy. Kind of a distorted balance of power there."

All this rambling had made Tane's head hurt by now. Or maybe it was the beer. It was hard to tell at this point, he just wanted to talk about something else because there was clearly no way to discuss this in a meaningful way with someone this opinionated.

"Sooo.." Tane started, grasping for a topic interesting enough to steer the conversation away from this. "What's your sister doing now?"

Hunter put his beer down in his lap after having tasted the somewhat bitter liquid slide down his throat. "She skipped the whole college thing. Got herself a good boyfriend and a steady job."

The ruse seemed to have worked, Hunter was already rambling off in another direction now and the husky could lean back and enjoy another story. His expectant expression made it clear that Hunter should continue with his tale.

"They only live like 5 hours south of here and they've been together since they met in high school. Probably getting married in a year or two.. I visited them a while ago, actually, that was pretty fun. Her boyfriend Jeremy's a German Shepherd, he's good people. We all went to a bar and got drunk and talked about silly stuff we'd done as pups."

Tane smiled and wiggled his toes a bit. "Well, I'm glad to hear she got over that 'phase of exploration' with you. She sounds like an emotionally well-balanced girl who can keep a stable relationship together."

"We had a threesome the next morning." Hunter added somewhat hurriedly as if he wanted to get that comment in edgewise before Tane went off on a longer tirade about something or other, since he had already missed the mark quite thoroughly. His husky roommate looked as if someone had just smacked him in the face with a dead herring without warning.

"Or maybe it was even that same night. I honestly don't remember a thing after we left the bar, but we all woke up naked in the same bed. I think we were too drunk to actually do anything but cuddle that night, but you never know. We made up for it that morning, tho. Both of us had morning boners like you wouldn't believe and we stuck 'em in her from both sides."

Hunter paused for a moment, but realized that the jaw-dropage of the husky was not about to go away anytime soon, so he continued his thoughts out loud. "I guess if there's one good thing about females it's that you can fuck 'em and have your cock rub against another boy's at the same time. You just don't get that kind of intimacy in other positions."

The dark lupine nonchalantly took another sip of beer as if they were discussing chrome exhausts for cars or something. "She squealed like a puppy with her tail on fire. Must've woken up all the neighbors even tho Jeremy kept trying to kiss her to keep her quiet. He got off soooo hard on me calling her a good little puppy who wanted a big knot in her ass, I could feel his dick jerk hard in her pussy every time I said something naughty he liked. In the end I forgot about her entirely, I just watched him and talked dirty to get him off. Which he did. Massively. And I don't think my sis was complaining either, she got tied in both her holes by two horny boys."

It was that car crash situation again. Tane could not close his ears even though he thought he probably ought to. Just the way his roommate described the whole scene already had him uncomfortably stiff in his shorts, which he hoped the wolf would not notice.

"And goddammit those Shepherds are hung. Had to get the lube out to make him fit in me but it was all worth it. My sis got her revenge, she got to watch the two of us go at it like.. dogs. Me on my back." Hunter licked his lips slowly as his gaze became distant, "Yeeeah, she was right there next to us, pawing herself.. while she watched me beg for a knot in my ass from her stud of a boyfriend. Probably the first time she'd seen two males do it, up close and personal."

The grey dog bit his lower lip to suppress a whimper and felt the stiffness just grow and grow, afraid to adjust his shorts to get more comfortable, afraid to even look down since it might draw Hunter's attention there.

"I think I probably would've cum all over my belly even if she hadn't started jerking me off, it just would've taken a minute longer. Jeremy was such a stallion.. I could see the hunger in his eyes when he stuffed that knot all the way in and made me his bitch too." Hunter gave a wistful sigh, "Why are all the hot guys semi-straight?"

It was a rhetorical question, but he did look over at Tane when he noticed he had not heard a peep out of him for a while. The younger dog immediately sat up a bit more and took a gulp of his beer to look like he had better things to do than talk right this minute.

Hunter did not pursue the matter, he just kept going with the memories in his head. "She was real good about letting us go all the way, too. He tied with me and we cuddled up while waiting. Didn't even try to interrupt us or join us or anything, I think she just wanted to see what things're like in my bedroom. Jeremy didn't kiss me till she was out of the room, tho. That was probably a bit too intimate for her to see, but I'm glad he did it. Heh.. she was in the next room cooking breakfast for all of us while I was whispering what a hot stud her boyfriend was into his ear, and all the things I'd do for him. He didn't say anything back at the time, but it must've stayed with him, coz the next night we came home drunk from another bar, and my sister passed out on the mattress next to the bed that they'd set up for me. By accident, I'm sure..."

One look over at the husky showed him at his most attentive -- ears perked up high and eyes large and wet, staring directly at Hunter's whiskers. It was amazing he could keep being that clear-headed despite all the beer they were gulping down.

Hunter continued, "So I ended up in their bed, cuddling with Jeremy. I already don't have a lot of inhibitions, plus I was pretty hammered at the time, so I just stuck my paw down his pants and started playing with his balls. He kissed me and in our stupor we got clumsily undressed somehow."

The wolf took a moment to enjoy the absolutely enthralling effect his story had on his roommate, who probably had not even blinked since he started on this section of it.

"We ended up pawing each other off and trying to keep quiet less than 6 feet away from my sister. She could've been completely passed out, or she could've heard the whole thing, we'll never know. She didn't move at all through the whole night, so she was probably out of it. Jeremy got me off first, which made a total mess of his bellyfur, on purpose I think. Then I returned the favor and jerked him off. Told him what a good puppy he was in his ear and I bit around the edge while he shuddered and whimpered a little. He was so cute. I tried to go down on him several times, but he kept grabbing me by my shoulders, pulling me back up and hugging me. He just wanted my paw. And I just wanted his cum all over my face."

Hunter paused suddenly and pondered for a moment, "Actually, he might've been the most clear-thinking of us at the time. My sister would've noticed a facial, but she didn't see our bellies before we showered the next morning." He shrugged, "Ah well, maybe next time I visit."

There was a long moment of silence from when the nearly empty beer bottle went to the lupine's lips till it came down to rest against his knee again. Hunter only realized the awkward silence just then and he noticed how the husky was staring at him. His confusion lasted only for a moment before he looked at Tane, then at his beer, then back at Tane again. "You know, maybe I shouldn't be telling you all this..."

"Nono, please go on. It's fascinating to hear how you've been cheating on your sister's boyfriend."

"Bah!" Hunter waved a paw dismissively, "Not cheating. I'm not getting between the two of 'em, I'm just having some fun."

It earned him a skeptic stare from the husky, and he sighed as he figured he had to elaborate on that.

"Look, maybe you don't understand this yet, but after you've been through a few relationships, you might -- if there's anybody I'd wanna fool around with, it's someone who's in a relationship where the two of 'em love each other unconditionally and have been together for a long time. Because all that is not gonna go away just because I fuck one of 'em. It's far worse to do that sorta thing with a couple whose relationship is already shaky and falling apart, that'd be wrong. Coz before you know it you're committing yourself to something more than that by trying to pull one of 'em away with you."

Tane just kept up the stare.

"Alright, alright, maybe it's the booze talking, but the bottom line is this. They're a couple. They stick together through hard times and all that, and a one-night stand that you have with one of 'em -- or both of 'em if you're lucky enough -- is not gonna change any of that. Especially if they all know about it in advance and everyone's cool with it. Plus as an added bonus you know you're doing it with someone trustworthy, because that other person can kinda vouch for 'em, you know? They've given 'em a good test ride already and they've got the stamp of approval. So if they've already got good taste, you're pretty sure you'll end up with something amazing. Like a ridiculously hung German Shepherd, for instance."

Hunter giggled madly and leaned back in the chair until it bend backwards and bumped against the edge of the table behind him.

"Well... I guess that sorta makes sense. In your own little twisted world." Tane smirked back at him and had really decided to just let the subject drop. This was all too much talk for one night and they probably would not remember half of it tomorrow anyway.

Hunter finished the last of the beer in his paw and put it behind him on the desk with the others.

"Well! I don't know about you, but I'm horny as hell. Wanna fuck? Or should I go door to door down the hall to hear who's still up?"

Tane was *almost* surprised there for a moment, but he had really come to expect that sort of thing from his roommate by now, so his ears quickly went from being rigid in total shock, to their normal semi-limp state.

"Eh, I think you better take that thing elsewhere. Not really in the mood." Tane lied and held up a paw to rest on his knee as discreetly as possible to block the wolf's view of his own crotch. Just in case his erection was showing through his shorts.

"Your loss!" Hunter cheerfully jumped out of the chair with such vigor that it rolled backwards and slammed into the desk, sending a few pencils rolling off the side. He stepped up and kissed the husky on the forehead before moving over to open the door. "Be back later."

The door slammed behind him and Tane exhaled with relief. He looked down and saw his own stiffness strain the fabric of his shorts. It was abundantly clear that his worries about it showing had been justified. When he leaned back and closed his eyes he could feel his head spinning faster and faster until he opened them again and shook his head. He had certainly had enough to quench his thirst, and quite a bit more.

He got up to gather the bottles and put them all on top of the fridge, he would have to deal with all that tomorrow. Right now he just needed to sleep. No, actually he needed to take care of that pulsing boner in his shorts and *then* he needed to sleep.

Unable to stand it any longer, the husky pulled his shorts down around his ankles and kicked them to the side. His newly liberated red shaft drooped under its own weight, entirely out of its sheath and throbbing with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Breathing a sigh of relief he could finally move around without that straining sensation. He decided to toss off his t-shirt as well since it smelled like the beer he spilled on it, and he grinned a bit at standing all naked in the middle of the room. It was kind of exciting that anyone at any moment could just barge in and find him like this.

Out of sheer drunken impulse he started dancing around to some unheard music in his mind, wagging his tail and making a few pirouettes before he figured out that it was probably a bad idea to upset his stomach any more than it already was. So he just climbed unto the bed and collapsed on top of the sheets -- laying himself out flat on his back to keep his chest free to breathe. Closing his eyes got that dizzying sensation back in an instant, so he decided to wait it out for a while and just stare at the ceiling at the same time that he started to scritch lightly over his inner thighs. The scritches quickly turned to full-fledged rubs up and down his shaft, pausing only to play with his balls before his pawfingers gripped the stiff meat and began stroking it.

A soft moan drifted from his lips when he picked up speed and swiftly grew to full erection in his paw. Lewd sounds began to fill the room when the precum lubed up his sheath enough to let it slide smoothly up and down his stiff shaft, making the sloppy noises of it more audible by the moment. How he loved squeezing his own fuzzy tube and slide it over his shaft rapidly. In fact he was so absorbed in the motions that he did not even notice Hunter standing right next to him until he closed the door with enough noise to snap Tane out of it.

The husky's almost fearful eyes stared right up into Hunter's grinning face.

"I didn't knock on any doors yet. I knew you couldn't just fall asleep, you horny dog."

"Too drunk." Tane whimpered a little and tried to keep his eyes open, but they kept closing because he was tired. Yet when they closed the room started spinning, so he had to keep fighting it.

"Aww, poor thing." Hunter snickered and leaned down over the naked grey-furred dog. "This is probably a bad time to mention that you're in my bed."

"My what?" Tane looked confused through his narrowed eyes and struggled to keep awake at this point. Most of his higher brain functions were obviously falling asleep already.

"Not your what, *my* what. My bed, specifically. This is mine. Yours is over there, see? On the other side of the room? Where, coincidentally all your junk is piled up too."

"How did I..? What?"

"Oh nevermind, just scoot over."

"Heeeey.." Tane got pushed over on his side and faced the wall with Hunter getting up behind him.

"You're too drunk, get your paws away." The wolf insistently batted Tane's own paws away from his groin and grabbed his shaft, immediately starting to jerk him off good and firm. He knew he could go a bit rougher now since the alcohol had numbed the husky's senses somewhat.

"Mmmm... ooh. OOOoooh!"

"That's right, I know what you like, puppy. Just relax, let me take care of you." The raspy whisper of the wolf was accompanied by a few sharp nips to the dog's ears from behind.

Tane whimpered lightly and laid his ears back, feeling that wonderful black paw rub him in all the right places. It went up and down swiftly with the pawpads squeezing him until they got to the knot where they clamped down harder for just a second, long enough to make him gasp out and start to make one of those shivers he always did from being touched somewhere overly sensitive, but before he could really go through the whole reaction, the paw was already gone.

What resulted was a phantom imprint of Hunter's paw around his knot, constantly jerking him off, but always keeping him shivering and gasping because his whole body thought it was about to convulse, yet it always stopped halfway through the motion when the sensation disappeared. Tane's sleepiness and slow reaction time made this technique work exceedingly well on him, and it got the husky moaning within a minute.

It did not take long after that before Tane felt a paw slip around underneath his head between his cheek and the pillow. Two fingers touched his lips and he could not refuse the way they pushed into his mouth and began twisting around until he finally got the hint and started suckling them.

Hunter growled low in arousal and began grinding the front of his shorts against the husky's bare rump, not quite dry-humping him, but close. Usually he would talk dirty to the grey dog in this situation, but he kept quiet for once, just enjoying the way he made the younger boy shudder and strain with his desire to unleash the fire in his loins.

All that alcohol in his system coupled with the roughness of Hunter's paw meant that this took a lot longer than usual. Tane was easy to arouse, but actually working him all the way to the finish was going to take more effort. However, the lupine was in no rush and he enjoyed rubbing his stiff wolfhood against Tane's rump while relentlessly pawing him off. His hot breath washed the backside of Tane's head and neck, causing him to submit even more to the paw that was helping him get off. When someone breathed down your neck like that while giving you such pleasure, it was pretty clear who was in charge of the situation and Tane made no move for the dominant position. He just sucked those fingers and moaned like a good little pup.

The two digits gripping at his tongue and playing with him served several purposes, it would seem. They kept Tane's moaning down to a minimum, and when he finally felt himself be thrust past the point where it was too late to stop, the drunken euphoria made him bite down hard on them to keep from howling out.

Hunter bared his teeth with a sneer at the hard bite, but it was not unexpected and he did not try to retract his paw at all. It was better to keep the dog quiet and suffer a minor bitemark than it was to wake up the neighbors at this hour.

It made him smile to see the grey dog convulse and whimper, his rump smacking back against Hunter's groin repeatedly while he came hard, as if to help propel the splashes of seed even further. The *splort* of fresh doggycum stained the blanket under him, but Hunter made sure that most of it sprayed up the husky's own belly.

Tane went through the familiar motions, trying not to squeal too loud or bite the paw in his maw too painfully hard, all the while those flashes of hot lust ripped through his body and created that wet, sticky sensation up his bellyfur.

The wolf was good enough to let him ride it out to the finish, his strokes slowing down to a bearable speed and looseness that had Tane just twitching and grunting a little, rather than feeling the agonizing pleasure of an oversensitive shaft being mishandled. As Hunter tended to do when he wanted to hear the dog whimper and beg afterwards.

Eventually he stopped spasming and pretty much stopped thinking too. The whole world just floated into one big blue bubble in his mind and the afterglow enveloped him entirely. He felt the paw leave his rigid boyhood after rubbing the knot a bit in jest and making him whimper, and the wolf was now wiping his fingers off in Tane's rumpfur to clean himself up.

"I think the puppy liked that, didn't he?" Hunter whispered in his sensual voice and licked slowly up the backside of the husky's ear. It was his turn now.

"... Tane..?" He paused for a moment, lifting up his black ears and turning them towards the male in front of him to listen closely.

"Ta-a-aane...?" Hunter tried again and pushed against his back with a paw, making him roll back and forth on his side a bit before he finally came to terms with the idea that the husky had fallen asleep. Passed out completely. The combination of beer and pawjobs had apparently been a bit too much for him to handle.

It was a good thing that Hunter was so self-reliant. With practiced ease he slipped his shorts down to his knees to free his throbbing wolfhood, and he then gripped it in his paw in order to repeat what he had just done for his roommate. His panting grew more intense and he inched away from the husky a bit so he could admire the dog's naked backside and fantasize about it.

The dirty words he began whispering went unnoticed by his unwitting partner. In fact, Tane barely even registered the way the bed rocked for several minutes after that, but a part of his mind did wake up just briefly when a warm wetness seeped into his backfur, accompanied by a hushed, melodic howl behind him.

Hunter figured that his roommate was going to have to take a bath when he woke up anyway, so a slightly bigger mess would make no difference to him. He lay there for a while after having finished, watching his cum-stripes run slowly down Tane's back towards the bedsheets. Grinning to himself, he leaned over, kissed the back of the husky's head and then slipped quietly out of bed to walk over and fall asleep on the other one.

The way he saw it Tane still owed him, but he would make sure that debt was repaid in the morning when he was nice and full again. Oh yes, the naked husky would either have to bob his head in the wolf's groin with his massive hangover, or he would have to lift his tail for Hunter's big red wolfcock.

Hunter was already giddy about the inevitable choice.