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I'm a little chubby otter; short legs, short arms and a thick tail. The glasses don't really help with my nerdy image, especially when you're hiding a few pounds under your brown fur. I come from London but currently travelling in the US with my mates (As in friends): Kieran a border collie and Joe a black cat. You see, we all graduated with a degree in cinematography last year and wanted to gather up some fellow adventurers who want to travel to the corners of the world with some Brits. I want to document wildlife while Kieran wants to film different cultures and Joe wants to improve his filming skills so naturally he's our camera man. But I'm getting off topic here. The point of my little anecdote is to tell you a little about my "private" adventures in the states.

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Most guys are like pizza; if you don't finish them all the night before, they're even more delicious the morning after. You know why? Because of what had happened to me during our 4th day in theUS. We rented a room in a motel because no one wanted to drive around 230 miles in the dark. So it was, say, 2 am and I woke up because Joe kept scratching me in his dream. Bloody cat thought I was some kind of tree or something. Of course, it was a wonder I didn't wake up earlier due to Kieran's snoring. So with an already moody attitude I thought why not experience 'a good ol' American burger' down by the little Burger place.

So I got up and put on my jeans, glasses and my greyOxfordsweater. You might be thinking that cheap motels off the street and dodgy looking restaurants aren't places for an otter from Oxford huh? Well it's not my fault that Brits have that annoying habit to go backpacking across the world after university.

I opened the door of "Butty Burgers" which made a little bell ring. It was still fairly dark and most of the vehicles I could see when I was walking down the parking lot were a few scattered trucks. Inside fluorescent light bulbs lit up the room. In front of me was the bar with its bar stools while around me where those typical couch like chairs surrounding tables stacked with metal tissue-containers. There was a tough looking boar, probably a biker, sitting hunchbacked on a stool and downing his beer while he flirted with the bartender who was, considering her large breasts, way out of his league or too slutty for him anyway. I could hear the lights flicker a little as I sat down by the window and glanced out into the darkness. Trying to see past my reflection I felt a tap on my shoulder. From what I knew it could have been a waiter and as I did not experience a comforting night I said: "A pint please." A low chuckle responded at my order and I turned around seeing that it was a largely built hippo with a greasy white T-shirt, leather jacket and light blue jeans which have seen better days. He was one of those kinds of guys I'd met in the gym. Those who work out daily but always looked like as if Domino's would be their heaven on earth. He was huge with a bulging stomach but ripped arms, legs and, from what I could figure out, a well formed chest from underneath his T.

"Oh! I'm so sorry. I thought you'd be here to take my orders!" I apologised as I noticed his lack of uniform which characterised every traditional American Burger joint. "Don't sweat it kid! Say, ya ain't from this neighbourhood? And ya ain't sounding like ya come from the North either." He added, grinning at me and bearing some of his large yellow teeth. "No I'm not from Canada. Me and my friends, we just came here fromEngland." I answered gesturing for him to take a seat. "Please if you don't mind, I'd like to repay you for my rudeness before." I smiled my trademark goofy smile as he sat down in front of me and leaned forward on his elbows.

So after introduction and pleasantries I ordered two pints of beer. He was very quick with his beverage while I took sips in-between my dramatic monologue where I told him about my plans in becoming a world famous director. "That's real fine kid! Most of the furs here don't even know where they're heading!" He finally concluded after I nearly told him my whole biography. Was it due to the atmosphere or was it because of the fact that I like to meet new furs, that I was quite talkative that night? Whatever it was I felt quite comfortable with my newly found acquaintance. "So what does your job consist off, if you don't mind me asking?" There it was again, my nerdy smile. "Me? I'm like most of these fellas you see sitting here! A good ol' tucker. Driving around, carrying the monthly loads, fucking around 'cuz, god-darn it, it does get real lonely sometimes on the road."

I blushed at his blunt statement and tried to hide my coloured cheeks behind my drink as my fur wasn't a great aid with concealing it. Suddenly I felt this thick legs rub against mine while he raised his arms to rest on the top of the couch-like chair. His sweaty armpits let out the manliest musk I smelt in a long time. Thick, mouth-watering and full of hormones which made my sheath swell up instantly, his smell greeted my nose and my whiskers fluttered outwards. I muttered out some words like "Oh" or "That's interesting" or "I'm sure that it must be quite lonesome." but all what came out of my short muzzle was: "Ehm, bleurgh, hmmm, ahyeah, pfft,...".Usually I was the one who had the upper paw during these kind of situations, but quote on quote 'god-darn it' he was just too hot beyond my imagination. He chuckled again making his chest rise and fall while his belly wriggled around a little. He leaned forward and nudged his thick digits against my paws which clung onto my glass. His round muzzle came closer and I could smell his faint aftershave covered by the smell of beer and his natural male scent.

"Say kid, how 'bout this. Your drink is on me, and if ya still insist on repaying me back why don't ya repay me in person?" He winked and rubbed his firm legs against my short ones. All I could do at this point is to nod eagerly and let his firm paw guide me to his room which wasn't as messy as ours. Rather, it was a different kind of mess. "You didn't just rent this room today sir?" I said after several failed attempts to speak to that Greek God. I was given a seat on the bed while he took off his jacket and hung it on the coat hanger next to the door. The room wasn't particularly big. There was a small coffee table covered with empty beer bottles, packs of cigarettes, broken lighters and from what I could see the occasional coaster (which given the state of the table wasn't really going to help). On top of the television were ash trays, some brimful with cigarette butts, others were just filled with spit and even alcohol. He took off his trainers and a sudden stream of hot sweaty smell filled the bedroom mixing with the larger male's musk.

"My babe's in the garage down the street." He pointed out of the window as he sat down next to me. His muscular arm nudged mine while I folded my paws together and buried them in-between my thighs. "So I ain't going nowhere with her!" I looked up to him while his head turned downwards to glaze through my glasses and into my eyes. "Anywhere..." I corrected his double negative in a whispering tone while he just laughed and scratched underneath my chin with his large paw. "Clever kiddo!" I couldn't wait any longer. The tent in my jeans was clearly visible along with a little wet spot. I wrapped my short arms around his neck and brought my muzzle close to his. He fell on his back while I plummeted onto his firm body.

His tongue, as if on cue, started to work its way into my maw. It went exploring into unknown territory while mine just curiously rubbed against the rough texture of his tongue. He grabbed me by my hip and turned us around. Naturally considering his size and temperament, the larger male would have felt the urge to dominate that little chubby otter he found late at night in a diner, by lying on top of him. My arms hung idly in the air, hovering over his back and leaning against his strong shoulders. His knees were lodged deep in the mattress next to my outer thighs while his large paws rubbed their way along my roundish sides. From the armpits to my hip, I could feel his touch longing for my body. Entering and exiting my muzzle as he pleased, his tongue was always accompanied by mine. Drool from the side of his maw dripped down my cheek and neck, soaking my fur. I moaned at the sensation of his thick bulged rubbing against mine. Suddenly I felt his paw behind my head, grabbing onto me while his other paw skilfully unbuttoned our trousers. I felt both my jeans and my underwear being tugged down while my swollen sheath and furry balls rubbed against the fabric of his dirty boxers. Some places were rough as dried cum stains dotted his grey underwear.

I could smell his dirty musk as it was rubbed into my pubic fur. He broke our kiss which seemed to have lasted the whole night before I threw my sweater away. Looking up at the large male, I watched him slowly taking off my glasses and placing them on the table next to us. "Wouldn't want to break those when I'd fuck that maw of yours," he growled whilst positioning his bulge in front of my muzzle. The fabric was tightly pressed against my cheeks and my muzzle allowing thick and heavy scented musk to enter my nostrils. I couldn't resist and took the occasional lick at dried-up cum stains before he pulled his boxers away and bore his dark grey cock. Carefully I lapped the thin layer of sweat from the underside of his male-hood as the tip of his red cock head nudged against my forehead leaving clear liquid to darken my fur. My whiskers teased the hippo by brushing against his hard rod, making moans escape his muzzle.

I guessed he couldn't be bothered being teased all night as he took my head into both of his strong paws and aligned his pre-covered cock tip against the opening of my maw. I started sucking his tip, rubbing my tongue against his sensitive maleness. Some pre-cum oozed down my throat after my paws found their way to his low dangling balls. He grunted softly before thrusting this member bit by bit into my muzzle. At first he was gentle but gradually the movements of his hip were fast and uncontrollable. My jaw ached around his thick large dick while my nose was pushed several times against his pubic fur and my chin against his balls.

Each time his thick black bush covered my nose, which flared at the touch, it would sent pure ecstasy throughout my body. Some sweat beads formed on the skin which held those two gloriously big balls in place, but were quickly rubbed into my paws while massaged those melons.

His panting became irregular so were his thrusts which ended with a loud growl from the hippo and a load of cum gushing from his cock and into my maw. I tried to swallow his juice but after succeeding in drinking one load, the next would follow soon after.

Finally as he finished he pulled his semi-hard rod out of my maw, making me gasp for air. Still coming his last supply of hot hippo semen, he rubbed the tip of his cock against my face, covering my muzzle, cheeks and forehead with his love juice.

Suddenly I felt him shove his dirty boxer shorts into my maw, gagging me while I was forced to inhale his musk and to lick certain familiar smelling stains. It was too much for me to go through! His scent was overriding my senses. He took my muzzle into his paw and licked my nose before he announced: "That was just the entry! The main course will come soon!" I was in the heavens! All I could do then was nod weakly and wait for the wildest roughest fucking of my entire life.