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Adam had a crush on his long time friend, Paul. Both were gay, furries, and lived close to each other. They shared common interests and a sense of humor that was almost like a foreign language that only they could understand. Adam, who recently came out of the closet, looked up to Paul, who was a recent college graduate that earned a M.A. in Civil Engineering. Adam was envious of his intellect and his sexual charisma, but Paul seemed unobtainable at times. Paul, who maintained the fursona of a polar bear named "Wrath," bragged about his sexual escapades with other men and show photos of his dirty deeds with his friends. Adam, who portrayed a cougar character named "Basher," was constantly turned on by his friend's exhibitionism. Adam's sexual tension had reached a boiling point one night after he and Paul had some drinks at a local bar with friends.

Feeling a buzz from the alcohol, Adam walked with Paul backed to his apartment, which was two blocks away from the bar. Paul, who was much more intoxicated than Adam, leaned against Paul's side. Paul helped his friend walk back to his home. They walked down a dimly lit street, and joked with each other incessantly. Both men were in a jovial mood, and were riding on the adrenaline high of laughter. Paul could barely contain himself.

"I have to give you props, man," said Adam, "for not giving a single fuck."

"Oh... yeah, yeah," Paul muttered.

"I'd never walk into a bar, and rant about dildos. Not now, not ever."

"But synthetic animal dicks are funny!" Paul chuckled.

"Yeah, but not everyone is a furry, and not everyone would get the references. You totally went balls-out gay back there."

"So what? We shouldn't hide in the shadows. I mean, c'mon. Party on, Garth!"

Adam, who was closeted, swallowed nervously. He liked meeting up with furries, and knocking down a few beers with them, but he was often intimidated by how they liberally express themselves. They would wear tails, ears, and make animal noises. They would discuss intimate details pertaining to their sexuality, and except everyone else around them to simply tolerate them. Adam was the most shy of all the local furries, but he was easily the most devious of them all. He wasn't confident and comfortable enough with his sexuality to shout it from the mountaintops, but he quietly expressed his desires to people with open ears. Paul was one of them.

Adam wanted to counter Paul, but chose not to. He sighed heavily, and had Paul wrap his arm around the shoulder for support.

"So what do you want to do tonight? We can play some games on my Xbox," Paul suggested.

"That's possible." Adam wanted to be alone with Paul, at least for a few hours. Gaming could wait.

"I'm sooooo good at playing when I'm drunk," Paul boasted.

"Sure you are," Adam retorted sarcastically.

They arrived at Paul's apartment. It was a three-story complex that looked run-down, and evidently maintained by college student tenants. Adam helped Paul up the stairs. They walked step by step, and took their time. Adam wasn't going anywhere, but he was hoping to give his legs a rest, and sit down for a while. Paul fumbled his keys as he got to the door. Adam picked them up, and gave Paul a chance to open the door to his apartment. The door swung open, and Paul stumbled on his kitchen floor. Adam chuckled and helped Paul back up to his feet. When Paul regained his footing, he flipped on the light switch. The small apartment lit up. Finally, Adam was free to stretch his arms and legs. He sat down on Paul's living room couch as Paul went through his fridge, looking for more beer.

While sitting on the couch, Adam turned his head to look at the kitchen. "You're an alcoholic," he told Paul.

"No I'm not," replied Paul before tripping on a black trash bag full of empty beer bottles.

Adam placed a hand up to his forehead, and looked down at the floor, shaking his head. "Oh Jesus..."

"Are you still here?" Paul looked around, and saw Adam on the couch. He unveiled a very goofy smile, and chuckled. "Good. Thought the voices in my head were telling me I'm an alcoholic."

"You are!" Adam cackled. "Look at you!"

"Polar bears can handle lots of liquor."

"Thought they only drank Coca-Cola."

Looking disappointed, Paul wandered into the living room past the couch. He headed to his bedroom, looked at Adam, and shrugged his shoulders. "Out of beer," said Paul.

"Good!"

Adam reached over to the coffee table to fetch the remote control. He turned on Paul's TV, and browsed through the channels: Discovery Channel, National Geographic, Animal Planet. Suddenly, he heard some noises coming from the bedroom. It sounded like clothes and other fabric was being moved around. Curious, Adam got up from the couch and entered the bedroom. He saw Paul dressed in a fursuit. The fursuit Paul was wearing depicted a white polar bear with black hair on top of the head, and cartoony blue eyes. In suit, Paul sat in bed, watching video on his laptop, which was set on the dresser directly across from him. The video on Paul's laptop showed another fursuiter, dressed as a wolf, laying seductively on a bed and masturbating. Naturally, Adam was intrigued. He knew that he embarked on a prelude to something devious.

His voice muffled inside the suit, Paul said to Adam, "Hot, isn't it?"

Adam was getting aroused. "Oh yeah, for sure." Wait, what was he saying? Adam never saw anyone doing sexual things in a fursuit before.

Paul rubbed his furry crotch. Adam's eyes were fixated on the curious, little hole where Paul was rubbing. In no time, Paul retrieved his cock, and exposed it in front of Adam. Adam's face turned red.

"What is that?" asked Adam, pointing to the video playing.

"He's wearing a murrsuit."

"That sounds stupid."

As an avid fursuiter, Paul had a handful of fursuits in his closets. Half of his collection were suits that were designated for mascot and public use. The other half were constructed solely for sexual purposes. Adam looked in the closet, and found a "custom" fursuit of a german shephard. Paul called that fursuit "Max." The suit looked normal enough except for a sheath in the front, and a hole in the back. On a whim, Adam decided to put on the suit to see if it, at least, fit him. After zipping up and adjusting it to his body size, the suit fit Adam. He was now "Max," and Paul did not seem to mind one bit. Paul turned to look at Adam, and chuckled.

"You look good dude," complimented Paul.

"Thanks. You don't mind me wearin' this, do you?" Adam felt silly asking for permission after putting the suit on.

"No, no. I like it! Let's do this!"

Adam hopped onto the bed. Feeling frisky, he was quick to aggress on Paul, and feel the sensation of rubbing Paul's fur with his pawpads. Adam felt like the fursuit had taken on a life of his own; that he was a horny dog looking for his fix. Paul looked down at his dick, and jerked himself off slowly. The feeling of pawpads stroking a hard shaft was extremely satisfying. With his dextrous paws, Paul grabbed onto his cock and stroked the shaft upwards. Approaching from behind, Adam searched for the entry point in the back of Paul's suit. He found it. He hurriedly pulled out his cock, and made sure it went all the way through the sheath component. Adam was getting very hot and sweaty inside the suit, but that added to the intensity of the moment.

Guiding his dick inside Paul proved to be a challenging task. He wasn't sure if it was going into the right place, but once he could feel that his member was being pushed between Paul's cheeks, the polar bear gasped and moaned. Once he was in, Adam looked around Paul's body momentarily to look at the video. The wolf fursuiter on the video was jerking himself frantically, and suddenly ejaculated onto his keyboard. It was the typical webcam jerk-off video, but it stimulated both men enough to engage.

Paul felt his friend's cock being pushed further in, and he moaned. "Oh!" he moaned like a confused virgin who was in the midst of being deflowered. Adam was taken aback by the moans momentarily. He thought that Paul would be more versed in barebacking. Paul's hole was tight, so it appeared that he wasn't conditioned for the submissive role. But the pressure inside him was very intense. The pain forced Paul into experiencing moments of sobriety. He was able to appreciate what was happening to him, though everything was improvised and both were intoxicated. Paul went on all fours, and tried to help Adam. Adam expressed his gratitude by giving Paul a playful whack of his furry backend. Adam held onto both sides of Paul's waist, and humped slowly.

"Get the lube!" muttered Paul.

Adam rolled off the bed, found a small bottle of already prepared j-lube on Paul's end table. He reached for it, applied some onto his shaft. He rubbed his slick willy for a few seconds, and got back into position. Back inside, Adam received confirmation from Paul. "Better," Paul remarked.

The initial humping was slow but fun. Adam felt a lot of power from inserting himself into someone who teased him for nearly two years. It was finally time to deliver. When he was cozily inside Paul, Adam held onto his partner's shoulders, and he proceeded to fuck the polar bear raw. The humping was fast, brutal, and electrifying. It got harder and harder. Adam's breathing turned into short bursts of frantic energy. When Paul tried to gasp for air, Adam slowed his tempo down to give a few sharp thrusts into Paul. The polar bear whimpered happily. Paws went back on the hips, and Adam went back to work, humping almost angrily into Paul. Both of the men were exhaling louder.

Adam switched positions, and leaned his chest against Paul's fuzzy back. He reached around to paw off Paul, who was already masturbating furiously. Within seconds, Adam growled loudly and barked. It was a shriek of extreme pleasure -- a precursor to a very strong orgasm. Adam's heart was beating fast. His dick was throbbing uncontrollably. The pressure was too severe to hold back. Paul could feel the lubricated, thick meat inside him swelling and throbbing. He moaned too. Paul's moaning reverberated back to Adam. Adam was cumming. Paul couldn't wait. It was happening. It was here! Adam came inside Paul with two final bursts of thick, silky seed. Paul followed, and released a stream of his own in the air. Inside his suit, Adam's face turned flush red in the midst of a warm, pulsating afterglow. Paul sighed happily, and felt the afterglow consume him. He could smell Adam's fragrant stench, his pungent musk of domination.

"Holy shit!" exclaimed Adam. He was amazed by his accomplishment. It was like he transformed into a wild beast. Coming out of that transformation, he felt shameless.

"Yeah," said Paul, panting.

"Can I tell you something? I've never done it in suit before."

"Really?" said Paul in disbelief. He was sure that his friend was lying.

"Honest to God truth."

Both men remained in suit, and started cuddling each other. Adam rested his large, mascot head against the pillows of Paul's bed. He made sure to tuck the tail underneath him. Paul rested his body on Adam's chest. They rubbed each other down, trying to cool off after ten minutes worth of spontaneous, no-holds-barred fursuit sex. Video games were not a priority. All they wanted to do was to sit down, relax, and enjoy each other's company as they burned the midnight oil. They later slept inside their suits until morning.

Adam and Paul remained friends, but they did not spend much time with each other. Shortly after their late-night romp, Paul moved to New York City for a government job, and Adam moved near downtown Los Angeles so he could pursue a paralegal career. Both men would never forget that fateful night -- but there was hope that they would, once again, reunite, suit up and get busy.