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He took a moment to enjoy the sight of Calvin standing in front of the bed flexing his muscles and bulging his clothes, the soft light peaking out from behind the thick bedroom curtains, but Ted could not have standed not touching even if the bear hadn't told him to undress him. The coyote pulled himself off of the bed, the white sheets twisting beneath him, and gave his bear a hug. He nuzzled the stone pecs as his paws slid underneath the bear's shirt, pulling it off slowly to reveal the slightly chubby belly beneath. Using the polo shirt like a leash, he pulled Cal out from in front of the doorway before tugging it up and off of those broad, brown shoulders. Cal was starting to look like himself again, or at least how he should always look to Ted, the short, thick, brown fur on display and free from all the restraint that he had to wear in public. Now he rubbed his muzzle against the fur without any barriers, breathing in the earthy, strong scent the of Cal and feeling the clandestine muscles shifting underneath his head.

Calvin growled and rubbed down the tan coyote's back, the lean form always surprising the bear at how much it could hold when the bear was on top of him either cuddling or fucking. His pup ran his paws over the bear's fur coat like he was scrubbing him down his body with soap and water, like he was a price to be bathed by his servant in the royal bath, the smaller paws sifting through his fur and releasing all of the day's stress. His pup licked his nipple as he caressed, making it stiffen.

"You're such a naughty pup, undressing an man twice your age and eagerly licking his nipple like it was your mother's. Have you no shame?" Cal grinned evilly. Ted's dark blush was visible through his fur, his ears fell back and pressed against his short headfur, and he whimpered in humiliation. Despite that, he continued even lower to the black, soft pants that hid the bulge of his lover. He kneeled just slow enough to let him rub his muzzle down the bear's strong chest and pillowy belly. His nose went wild, sniffing like his head was out the window of a moving vehicle, and he grabbed the zipper with his teeth, just like he knew Cal would like.

"Look at yourself, a young college student with his life ahead of him, maybe even a family, and yet you kneel there, pulling down the zipper of someone old enough to be your father by your bare teeth and dreaming of having my thick cock sliding into your willing throat. You little fag." Ted blushed even more at the words, feeling his own red meat making a moist spot in his jeans, waiting to be played with. As he pulled the zipper down, the white underwear popped through from the pressure of growing flesh, and when he reached the bottom he sprung up to the button holding it back from freedom and tugged with his maw. He pulled down and out like he had many times before with this pair along and the button flung back. His nose was swift to dig into the ballooning mass of bearmeat, the pheromones from the scent driving him wild. He licked the swollen member through the white clothe, tasting the damp pre stains from before and the fresh one he was helping to create.

"You can't even wait can you fag? You want that thick cock in your throat, drooling my essence down your maw, coating your taste buds and filling your muzzle? Too bad, my little faggot, you have to keep undressing me before you can have that." Calvin's words echoed in the 'yote's mind. His pup had latched onto one of his fur-and-underwear-covered nut while he had been talking, sucking and rolling it around in his maw while his paws hooked onto the edge of his pants and started pulling them down. "Come on now, fag, you can't get my pants off without taking my shoes off first."

Pulling himself from that delicious package, he nuzzled his way down one leg. His fingers jumped and twisted at the well-tied knot keeping the dark leather shoes on his lover, his maw bringing down the pants as his fingers fought. It came free soon enough, the oder of the bear hitting his nose with a frying pan while he switched to the other footpaw. Cal shifted his weight for his pup, lifting his shoe and holding himself up against the wall with his now bare arm, the muscles flexing while his pup rested his head on one of his bare legs.

"Take off the socks too fag," Cal growled. Ted was eager to please, he tossed the shoes and pulled the black, thick sock off of one footpaw, then the other, the long socks soon lost behind him somewhere. "Good pup, now the underwear, but don't get too attached, I have something else planned."

The coyote nearly tore the white boxer-briefs as he yanked them down the brown legs, but was forced to wait patiently for Cal to lift his footpaws out of them. He looked up at the bear, eyes displaying his eagerness for a taste or more. Calvin stepped around him and sat on the bed, ignoring the cute whimpers that came out of his pups muzzle, and smiled wickedly with his plan to torture the coyote some more.

"Stand up and undress yourself, and do it slowly or I'll just make you put it back on again faggot." Cal commanded. The 'yote turned and stood, the eyes of the bear level with his now that the bear was sitting on the bed. With his own teasing smile, Ted snuck his paws under his shirt, running them through his fur for a minute before hooking them under and pulling up slowly.

"Such a fag, touching himself and undressing for a real man, he probably even fingers himself when I'm away."

Ted's blush returned, mixing in embarrassment with his confidence. He curled up his t-shirt around his neck before lifting sensuously, curling the shirt around his paws almost like cuffs, and almost getting his paw caught in it tightly.

Cal laughed, "Fag even ties himself up to get ready to be used, just like a dog wanting to go for a ride. But that is what you want isn't pup?"

He bit his lip in a little shame, the truth hanging in the room like a page of his diary. He got his paws untangled from the shirt to calm his reddening cheeks, tossing it aside like he had done with the bear's clothes. He unbuttoned the top of his jeans, his red member already sticking out from behind his underwear, and lowing the zipper to reveal inch-by-inch just how hard he was by the bear's words.

"What kind of coyote are you? Stripping nude in a man's bedroom, hard as fuck from the thought that your tight ass will get a nice thick dick up in it turns you on? Maybe you are just a bitch-boy, and I should replace all your undies with thongs, or even better, just take everything away all together and use you as clothing for my cock."

Ted turned back around, slipping his shoes off while rubbing his still clothed ass down, tail hiked up high in the air like a white flag. The sight of Cal's drooling prick was too much for him, it was making him so hard that his cock hurt in the still clamping confinement, and the dirty talk wasn't helping. The thought of hanging from Cal's cock all day, milking for seed for hours on end or the thought of having to go to class with a thong, they made him shiver with pleasure. Shoes gone, he hooked his fingers on the edge of his jeans and pulled down to show off his bubble butt, coming into view like a sunrise. A dirty, perverted sunrise.

"Well looky here, a tasty ass. It makes me want to squeeze it and smack it, maybe take a picture and show it off to my friends at work. Now pull down your undies and let me see that tailhole of yours."

His pup obeyed, but teasingly so. He counted his own heartbeats in the time it took for his paws to gently slid his underwear down, but he lost count several times. Soon it was only connected by several strands of pre that loosely hung from the tip of his canine member, balls swinging in the soft curtained light, tailhole relaxing and clenching for his bear.

"Is there something you want pup?" Calvin growled evilly. "Do you need a nice tongue on your tailhole, sliding in and tasting your heated walls? Or maybe my big cock, reaching so deep inside of you that you won't be able to tell where it stops and you begin? I think your faggy hole only needs a finger to be satisfied though. One lonely, skinny finger to make you cum harder than ever like the gay little slut you are. Keep going boy, let me see all of your naked body. Be this pervert's delight like the bitch you love being."

Picking up speed, Ted somehow got his pants down and off without tripping over himself in his excitement. At least until he was tugging off his socks. He was pulling off his left sock when he slipped and fell forward, slamming his face into the shallow carpet. His tail was high and curled, leaving the 'yote butt vulnerable to the gaze of the bear, who laughed.

"Come on bitch, your needy hole can wait a while. My cock needs to be worked on and your faggot mouth is the only thing for it, not that you'll be complaining."

Ted pulled himself up, a little sore but still hard and dripping, and crawled his way over to the bed, the scent of that delicious cock drawing him in like a coyote starving of thirst. He reached the sitting bear and stuck his tongue out into the air, managing to catch a stray drop of pre that fell from the throbbing rod before reaching it with his muzzle, his tongue still outstretched for a stronger taste of his lover.

"Isn't that just like a bitch."