Breaking a Routine
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This story deals with sex between males. If you can't handle that sort of thing, boy did you ever click on the wrong story. Feel free to send feed-back, comments, or whatever you feel like saying. I read every e-mail sent my way, and I try to respond to them all. ;P
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John sat wearily at the restaurant's bar and waved a raised paw to get the bartender's attention. Not many people crowded the bar that night, which John thought was a little odd given that it was a Friday night. Perhaps everyone stayed at home, glued to the television to watch the football game? Or perhaps everyone just had something better to do. Or someone to do, period. Regardless, John found his way to the same bar every friday night -- another part of the routine that had become his life.
With a sigh, he glanced at his empty glass of water and shook his head. He hadn't intended on drinking at all, considering he'd just gotten off work and no one would be available to drive him home. He worked as a waiter at a restaurant not far up the road, and that night had been a particularly bad night. His boss truly didn't know how to show appreciation when it was due -- the kind of boss that'll go out of his way to find something wrong with everything anyone does. He'd love to apply at another restaurant, but he worried of what his current employer would have to say if asked as a work reference.
John had worked at the same restaurant since he graduated high school. His parents hadn't had the money to help him with college, and their credit wouldn't help him get any kind of a loan. He'd gotten a few scholarships, but nothing nearly good enough to put him through four years of school with the kind of money he had to spend. Over the past four years, John worked in the same restaurant in his attempts to build up enough money to afford college.
"Hey John," the bartender -- a slightly heavy-set tiger with the usual fur patterns -- glanced eagerly at John. In the business, it was fairly well known that John waited tables at another restaurant. Who would give a better tip than someone else who worked for tips? "Ready for something strong, or do ya want more water?"
"Gimme an Absolut Stress, for starters," John replied. I'll see where I go from there, he sighed. He always tried to vary his alcohol, and he hated drinking any kind of alcohol straight. John was a man that lived for tastes and not for effect, thus he always ended up spending much more than he had to just to get a buzz. Of course, given his slender build and the fact that he hadn't eaten anything would help him along his way to getting mildly drunk. And perhaps it'll help me on the way to barfing it all back up when I get back to my car.
Regardless, John watched eagerly as the bartender mixed up his drink and placed it in front of him. "Put it on the tab?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind," John replied warily. Now... to chug or savor? He dove a paw into his pocket and pulled out a quarter. Heads, I chug. Tails, I savor. Guessing heads. Flipping the coin into the air, he stared at the spinning metal as it clanged against the wooden bar-top and spun to a halt -- heads up. Chug, it is. Without a second thought, he brought the glass to his muzzle and opened up his throat, letting the tasty concoction slide straight down his throat.
"Bad night, huh?" the tiger frowned. "What's next?"
"How about a Hooter Shooter?" John chuckled at the name of the drink, then watched as the bartender mixed it up and placed the glass before him. Sure is nice not having a load of people in here for a change. Sure, I like a crowded bar for the sake of atmosphere -- especially since this is a no-smoking one -- but the instant service is always nice... Without bothering to flip the coin again, John chugged the next drink and set the empty glass back on the bar.
He could feel the alcohol warming him up, and he felt the familiar light-headedness of a weak buzz lifting him out of his bar-stool. Ah, how he loved getting that buzz. It was just enough to help him relax without the nasty hang-over when he woke up the next day. He could sit around and listen to everyone's idle banter and be ready to drive home within an hour. Prediction... he'll have to look this one up. "Okay, next... I'd like a Pink Pantie Pull-Down."
The bartender raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm gonna have ta look that one up, John," he said with a chuckle as he reached for a book on one of the shelves over the bar.
The restaurant had plenty of business outside of the bar, but the bar itself remained vacant aside from three customers and a single bartender. The bar itself lay in the middle of the whole place -- a U shaped table with the bartender in the middle and cushioned bar-stools lining the outside edge. Around that, plenty of high-standing, round tables dotted the bar area each surrounded by three to five barstools. Finally, on the outside ring of the restaurant were the plentiful number of tables for customers who only came for food.
John stared mindlessly from one customer to the next -- a very built, muscular bear sat with his girlfriend -- or wife -- on his right. They chattered away endlessly, filling the bar with the only bit of conversation John had the privelage of overhearing. They talked about that cool movie they went to see the other day, and that cool book the lady read, or the cool car the guy saw. John rolled his eyes at the cliché couple and shook his head.
I could never do that... he realized as he listened to them talk back and forth. Gods know I've tried to go out on a date, but that didn't work. She got tired of my silence and just left the table. I was way, way too shy, I suppose. With a sigh, John looked at the glass the bartender set before him. "Thanks, buddy," he responded, then chugged the third drink without a second thought. "That'll be all for tonight... I'm just gonna sit around for a while."
"Sure ya don't want anything ta eat?" the tiger asked, raising an eyebrow again. When John shook his head, the tiger shrugged and rang up the tab.
John glanced at the receipt and nodded, fishing his wallet out of his other pocket. He pulled out a hefty number of ones and slapped it down atop the receipt. "Keep the rest, bud." I think it's about twenty bucks. Oh well, I don't care.
John's gaze turned from the couple of bears over to the third customer that sat across the U from him. A very fuzzy otter sipped a very fizzy soda as he stared blankly at something off to his right. I suppose he's got a view of the kitchen from there... maybe he's hungry and he's waiting for his food? John shrugged mentally as his buzz fully kicked in. His eyes slowly lidded over -- the inner eye-lids that canine-type creatures have. His vision blurred, and he completely forgot that he still glanced in the otter's direction.
Before too long, a paw found its way to his shoulder and rested atop of it. "Something wrong, man?" a manly voice spoke. John could hear the stool to his right slide back a little, and a fairly light-weight creature hopped up onto it.
John blinked his inner-lids to recession, then turned to see that the otter had moved around the U to sit next to him. "Uh... huh?" Oh... I must've been staring at him. "Sorry... I'm a little... incoherent right now. Didn't mean to stare." With a sigh, John folded his arms atop of the bar and rested his muzzle on them. "Long night, tired, buzzed, you know the routine."
The otter tsked him a few times, shaking his head. "Shouldn't drink alcohol to avoid depression, you know. You'll only end up as an alcoholic that way. You gotta face your troubles head-on if you wanna solve anything." The otter finally pulled his paw away from John's shoulder and shrugged. "Wish they'd hurry up with my food, I'm starved."
"Better it come late and correct, than early and wrong," John smirked -- his own personal motto when it came to waiting tables. His boss, of course, didn't agree with him. The last time he'd said that to his boss, his boss had replied, "Better early and correct than late and correct." Of course, John had said something assy then, like, "Well, if you can't get something done right, you gotta do it yourself." His boss had then said, "No, if I can't get you to do it right, I'll find someone else who can. Now get to work."
"So seriously," the otter said, "what's bugging you? No sense in keeping it bottled up when you got someone who's willing to listen to you vent. Let's hear it." The otter took a big gulp of his soda, then coughed and rubbed his nose. "Damn fizz," he laughed.
Well... why not? It's not like anything I'm suffering from is that bad. John sighed, "It's my boss. He's a real ass -- nothing I do is ever good enough. Sometimes, I think he's singling me out, although I've never personally witnessed him complimenting any of my co-workers. I think the guy's just too up-tight about how the place is run."
The otter took another sip of his soda. "So... what do you do for a living?"
"I wait tables... you?"
"You'd laugh."
"No, seriously, what do you do?"
"I'm a psychiatrist. Well, I will be once I graduate college and get my license." The otter chuckled, "I love figuring out what makes people tick. So... what do you plan on doing with your life? Surely you don't wanna wait tables until you're old enough to retire?"
Who would want to? Seriously? John sighed. "I dunno, really," the answer rolled off his tongue as his head swam in the buzz off his three drinks. "I actually wanted to get into video game design, but there aren't any good colleges for that... well, ones that I can afford. I've been saving up money, but it'll take forever with this job..."
The otter nodded. "Parents won't help you out?"
"They're poorer than I am, and with bad credit to boot. Me? I have no credit... not good or bad. Just... none." I could get a credit card, I suppose... but that's what I have this bank check card for. No interest rates and crap... I have the money before I spend it, or I don't spend it at all. John lifted his head from his arms finally and turned to face the otter. "I have no idea what I'd study anyway."
With a shrug, the otter suggested, "Computer courses? Programming? Graphics design? There're plenty of things you could be studying; and there're certainly better things you could be spending your money on than alcohol."
"I don't always drink," John shrugged. "I usually just come here for the atmosphere... It's when there's no one else here that I start drinking. Doesn't happen too often." More often than I'd like, but what can I do? It helps me relax like nothing else can. I'm a fox with nothing and no one... parents just don't count. "I'm tired of this place... this city... this country. I really don't like it here."
"Why not?"
The fox shrugged. "I just feel like I'm missing out on something important. I feel like I'm supposed to be somewhere, but I don't know where it is. I dunno... I guess I feel like... no, nevermind."
The otter glanced around the bar. "Well? What were you gonna say?"
"I feel like... like I'm supposed to be dead. I dunno, I can't really explain it. Everything has become so dull and lifeless in my life that I feel like I am dead, right along with everyone else around me. Nothing ever changes, everything's predictable." Let's see what I can predict here... I predict this otter and I -- let's say his name's Daniel -- idly chat until one of us gets bored and has to leave. "What's your name anyway? You haven't told me, yet."
"The name's William," he answered.
Wow, I was wrong...
"I might be able to help you, and since I'm not licensed I won't charge you. If you wanna give me a chance, why don't you tell me a bit more about yourself and your childhood, hmm?" The otter leaned forward, resting his elbows against the bar and his muzzle in his upturned palms.
Is he serious? Well... why not? "Uhm... my name's John. I turn 24 in a few months... graduated from a local technical high school -- I studied computers -- and I live with my parents. My childhood was... kinda boring. I never had more than three friends at a time, although it didn't bother me because I always had pretty good friends."
The otter nodded, but remained silent.
"I guess school kinda went by quickly. I can't really think of much to entertain you with, because I usually just did what I had to do and went home. I guess I played a lot of video games, mostly."
The otter nodded again. When John didn't continue, he cleared his throat. "Video games are the bane of society. I may be a bit of a hypocrite for saying it, but they really are. They're an excuse for children to stay inside when they should be outside with their friends, socializing. You wouldn't believe how many people feel as you do now."
John chuckled a little. There really are times when I regret all those hours spent with a controller in my paws.
"I'm serious! If children had the wisdom to restrict their video game time to when no one else is around to hang out with, they'd find themselves a lot less void of character. That's what you suffer from by the way, you're devoid of character. Most of the experiences you missed out on would have left you a lot happier now than all those hours with video games have. Right now, you're feeling an enormous sense of lacking because of just that -- lacking. Tell me, how did your first kiss feel?"
John laughed. "What first kiss?"
"See what I mean? If you'd gotten out of the house more, you might have had a girlfriend or two and you might have been married right now!"
Great... this is making me feel even more miserable than I already am. "Look... I realize that I'm alone, and I hate it more than you can imagine. I hate having to have a pillow in my arms just so I can sleep at night, and I hate waking up to realize the person I'd imagined in my arms is really just a pillow. That doesn't help me feel any better, you know?"
The otter smiled, "I didn't say I was done yet." He cleared his throat again, then continued, "the only way for you to be happier is to just get out of your house more often. Every time you turn on those video games, or every time you turn on the computer, start thinking what else you could be doing instead. The effects won't be as immediate as you'd like, but it'll help you a lot in the long run. Coming to this bar, for an example, is a great start -- well, without the alcohol. You should try and make some friends while you're here."
John nodded, "Like you?"
"Sure, why not?" William laughed and extended a paw. When John shook it, he said, "It's nice to meet ya."
John blinked his eyes to pull his inner-lids back from blurring his vision, then sighed. "I'll definitely give it a try, Bill -- can I call you Bill?"
"Preferably not... Just William will do, or Will if it's not a problem." The otter chuckled a little. "Hey, any time you want to get out of your house, gimme a call on my cell phone. I'm usually out and about, but I do actually sleep in my house from time to time."
"That'd be nice, but... I don't have your cell number. Here, lemme give you mine." The fox reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. "Just got the thing... don't have the number memorized yet." Hell, I certainly don't mind making new friends. Maybe some day I'll be able to return the favor.
They exchanged phone numbers, then the otter said, "Tell you what, why don't you crash at my house tonight? I have a spare bedroom you can use and everything. Maybe a change of scenery will help you out, hmm? And... you really shouldn't drive after drinking those drinks, no?"
Not a bad idea... the fox nodded. "Yeah, sure, why not?"
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The door opened slowly to the foyer of the small house not far from the restaurant the fox and the otter had dined at. They'd had to wait a good ten minutes longer for the otter's meal, and the otter was nice enough to share some of it with the very hungry fox. While John had initially decided he didn't want any food, tasting some of what William had ordered left him no choice but to order some food of his own. By the time the two of them actually left the restaurant, John's buzz had worn off entirely.
William's house certainly wasn't anything to be scoffed at. The living room and the foyer were separated by a half-wall of sorts, leaving the house with a very "open" feel to it. Further back was a dining room with an arched door-way that led to a break-fast room of sorts. John could only assume the kitchen was somehow attached to the breakfast room, considering he couldn't see it anywhere.
The living room had two couches -- one a two-seater, and the other able to seat three. The three-seater sat facing the overly large television, and the two-seater was placed perpendicularly to that forming sort of a detached L shape. Between the television and the three-seater, a coffee table gave ample room for drinks and food.
In the dining room, an oval table surrounded by chairs gave ample room for a large family to sit and have a classy dinner, although all but one of the chairs were pushed in. A few framed pictures decorated the dining room's walls, and a few potted plants sat in the room's single corner.
"Nice place..." John smiled as he took in the sight of the otter's home. "Is this your house? Seems a bit much for just one person."
"Well, yes actually, it is." The otter chuckled a little. "I'm glad you like it. You see, my parents bought this house when they lived in town. My father's a doctor, and my mother's a lawyer -- we never really had any money issues. When it came time for them to move, they bought a new house and decided to let me use this one with the understanding that I'd start paying rent when I got my license."
Haha... wonder if he wants a room-mate? It'd be awesome to live in a place like this with a friend instead of nagging parents! "Lucky," the fox rolled his eyes. "My parents can barely make the mortgage on their own house. My dad's the manager of a convenience store, and I won't bother you with what my mom does for a living, if you know what I mean."
The otter shook his head, "Sorry to hear that, buddy," he sighed. "Well, you're welcome to crash here anytime you want. I wouldn't mind the company, and I've got a wicked stereo-system attached to that 61" television. It's great for watching movies."
Be nice for playing video games, too, but I'm supposed to cut back on that. John closed the door behind him finally. When he turned around again, his new friend stood before him and stared up at him. "Uhm... is something wrong?"
"No, no... not at all," the otter smirked. "I just thought I'd lend you a hand with that first kiss thing." Before John could react, the otter pinned him against the door.
John could feel the otter's muzzle come to rest against his own and completely froze up. A million thoughts raced through his head as the otter's tongue slid into his gaping maw -- he hadn't even realized his jaw had dropped. By the time he did realize it, it was far too late to close it. He certainly didn't want to bite into his friend's tongue.
After what seemed like an eternity, William broke off the kiss and rested the side of his head against John's neck and nuzzled him. John could feel the otter's heartbeat racing against his chest right along with his own quickened pulse, but he couldn't bring himself to push the otter away. Part of him wanted to bolt out the door (half of that part realized his car was still at the restaurant), and the other part wanted to stay frozen in place.
"I didn't think you'd mind, considering you stared at me for twenty minutes at the bar before I sat next to you," the otter said with a chuckle.
Did I stare that long? "I... I uhm... I'm not gay. Well, I'm certainly not homophobic, but I'm not gay either." Well, in truth, I really just never thought about it...
"No? Not even a little?" the otter pulled back just enough to stare into John's eyes. He placed a paw gently on the fox's chest and slid it down slowly to his waist. The paw found it's way against the fox's crotch and his ever-bulging erection. "It seems your body disagrees with you."
"Uhm... Will... I..."
The otter brought his other paw to John's waist and undid the pants' button while the first paw slid the zipper down all the way. Finally, William put his right paw inside the fox's boxers and grasped his erection firmly. Without waiting for any kind of response from his new friend, the otter stroked him slowly with his increasingly tight grip.
"Oh god..." the fox gasped and leaned forward against the otter. He wanted to demand that William stop immediately, but at the same time John didn't want him to stop at all. His tongue fell out of his mouth and his eyes lidded over as he basked in the beginnings of a pleasure he'd only ever received from himself. The paw felt torturously wonderful as it slid slowly up and down his vulpine shaft -- any longer and John feared he might start drooling.
"Surely this feels good to you? It always feels good to me..." William rolled his eyes sardonically. With his free paw, the otter slid John's pants down to his knees and lowered his head down to the fox's waist. He let go of the fox's meat only long enough to replace his paw with his muzzle, kneeling before John so he could get a good mouthful of his friend's fully erect foxhood. He took the opportunity to pull the fox's pants and boxers down to his foot-paws, then ran his paws up the fox's legs to his exposed back-side. Then, he focused all of his attention on the fox's cock -- licking the underside of the shaft while bobbing his head at a tantalizingly slow speed. William squeezed the fox's butt with the same rhythm he bobbed his head.
The fox wanted to speak, yelp, scream, or anything but the pleasure William gave him was just too strong to manage anything other than a gasp and the occasional rasped moan. His heartbeat had sped up to a point he thought it would explode. Every time the otter pulled his head away from John's crotch, he could feel that tongue sliding along the shaft with the dexterous tip lapping at the head of his cock.
The otter pulled off of John's erection and then licked down the shaft to his balls, where he focused the movements of his tongue to arousing the fox even further. John stared down in amazement at his own endowment; it had grown to a length even the kinkiest of net smut could never manage him to grow to. He'd never really cared about the size of his foxhood, but seeing it that big made him want to cry for joy.
Eventually, William slid his tongue back up John's shaft and then buried it in his muzzle again, taking the entire length into his mouth. John's knees trembled helplessly as he thrust himself into the otter's maw, gasping at the pleasure that raked through him as his heart pounded. "Gods... Will... I'm gonna... oh fuck!" The fox closed his eyes as the climax hit and he shuddered. John could scarcely feel William pulling back so that only a few inches of his throbbing fox meat remained in his muzzle. He could, however, feel the pulse of his vulpine seed spurting into the otter's willing muzzle, and he could certainly hear William gulping it down as his muzzle filled with cum.
John gasped as his fluids pulsed out four times, ending with a steady dribble. William grasped the base of John's cock and squeezed, milking the remaining seed from the fox's shaft while sucking all the while. Once he'd finished, the otter pulled off of the throbbing foxhood and smiled up at his new friend. "Now, won't this be a memory to look back on in ten years? Your first muzzle-job, and you didn't even have to pay for it."
"Fuck..." John gasped raspily as he fell to his knees and then over onto his side.
The otter wiped his muzzle clean of the cum that'd leaked out, then licked his paw. "Of course, when I get my license I won't be able to fraternize with my clients like this. I suppose getting it out of the way while I'm still in college is the way to go, especially with a friend, hmm?"
"That... was awesome..." the fox panted the words out as he struggled to catch his breath. He could feel his heartbeat slowing down to a normal pace as he licked the drool from his lips. "Gods... I fucking... owe you one... you know."
"Well, since you put it that way," the otter grinned, "I'd be more than happy to help you further this experimentation. After taking my hundredth glance at that bushy tail of yours, I'd certainly not mind getting beneath it."
"You're... serious?" the fox glanced up at his friend -- the otter that still knelt beside him. God... I can't even imagine how badly I want that now! I... I had no idea I was gay... Finally catching his breath, John rose to his knees and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"That feel better than pawing off?"
"Do I really need to answer that?"
"Humph," the otter crossed his arms at his chest. "Answering a question with another question. Anyway, on to the subject at hand." William stood and lowered a paw, offering to help the fox stand as well. When John accepted the paw, he rose to his feet and stumbled back against the door. "Seriously though, I had no sexual intentions while trying to help you out at the bar. That was just me being trying to be friendly. I didn't start thinking dirty until we pulled up into my drive-way."
John shrugged, then grinned. "So, I've seen your living room, dining room, and breakfast room. How's your bedroom look?" I'm really curious to hear his response to this one.
"It's alright," the otter said. "Gets a bit lonely at night with just me in there, but otherwise it's pretty comfortable. Want me to show you?" William's grin spread across his muzzle. Sure, either of them were old enough not to need such silly word games and innuendo, but the both of them enjoyed it nonetheless. William certainly understood what John was getting at and didn't waste any precious time leading him by the paw across the living room to a hallway.
The hallway boasted family pictures -- William's parents and someone John assumed was William's older brother. Grand parents, uncles, and aunts stared at them as they walked hastily to the room at the end of the hall-way. The door to the room was open, and John stared eagerly at the very large bed before him. "Your parents' old room, I assume?"
William nodded, "Mine now, though. I turned my old room into a study, and my brother's room has become the guest room. I think the house has worked out very well to my needs, no?"
John nodded, then proceeded to remove his shirt. Once he'd gotten it off and tossed it to the floor, he stared blankly at the back of his friend's head. "Uhm... this's gonna hurt, isn't it?" he shuddered. John had never taken a liking to pain -- his pain tolerance was record-breakingly low.
"Not too bad, no," the otter shrugged. "I'm only seven inches long, and I've got plenty of lube." William padded over to the bedside stand and opened up one of the drawers. From the drawer he procured a tube of some kind of lube -- the kind of stuff one buys from an adult toy-store -- and tossed it onto the bed.
John climbed up onto the bed as the otter shed his clothes and stared anxiously at the lube next to him. Grabbing it up, he squirted a bit of it onto one of his finger-pads and slid an opposing pad against it. "Wow, this stuff is pretty slick," he said. "Dare I ask how much this cost?"
"Not that much," the otter shrugged.
John shifted his attention from the tube to the now naked otter that stood beside the bed. William was only slightly pudgy -- to the point where no one would ever notice when he wasn't nude. His thick fur shone in the light from a lamp on the bed-stand, and just as he mentioned before -- his pink-skinned cock stood out a straight seven inches from his crotch, unsheathed, with a very proportional amount of thickness.
When the otter climbed up onto the bed, John handed him the lube and watched eagerly as the otter gathered a paw-full of it. He grew harder as the room filled with the squishy sounds of lube being spread across a hard cock and, once William finished with it, John flipped over onto his stomach and raised his back-end into the air. His head came to rest on one of the many pillows with his arms crossed beneath his shoulders. The position felt a little awkward at first, but once he felt William's paw wiping the rest of the lube under his bushy tail, John stopped caring.
His eyes began lidding over once he felt the otter's index-pad slide inside his tail-hole. It finally hit him that he'd finally lose his virginity. "Uhm... Will... before we go at it, I should tell you..."
"You're a virgin, I know," he chuckled. "When you said you weren't gay earlier, I figured you'd never done anything like this." The otter removed his lubed pad from under John's tail. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you."
I wonder if our definitions of gentle are equal... John found himself wondering as the tip of the otter's cock came to rest against his tail-hole. The otter pressed gently against the tight ring until the head of his shaft slid inside.
John winced at first, but his grimace soon turned to a dopey smile when the pain faded almost instantly. "That's not as bad as I thought it'd be..." he mumbled more to himself than to William.
However, William responded, "Don't let go of the pillow yet, John. That's just the head. I've got another six and a half inches to pump in there." Without wasting any time, the otter worked himself deeper into the fox.
John winced as William's cock pushed against his prostate, and this time the grimace remained. William's definition of gentle certainly matched his own -- this he realized when the otter waited periodically before working himself even deeper in. The real pain and discomfort came when the otter pushed past his prostate and into his bowels -- that feeling made him yip softly, followed by a drawn out whimper.
"Hey, if it hurts too much, just let me know," William whispered as he waited for the fox to relax.
John only clenched his teeth and shook his head, hoping the otter would finish hilting himself soon. Sure enough, given only a moment of rest, the otter thrust himself the rest of the way in all at once. The fox yelped loudly into the otherwise silent night and whined as his passage adjusted to the sudden intrusion. In the end, John realized the logic behind it and agreed with William's decision to just get it over with.
"First time I've ever been on this end," the otter spoke, if only to break the silence. "In highschool it was always the other way around, so I know how you're feeling. Trust me... it'll all be worth it when we're done."
John nodded.
The otter placed his paws on either side of John's waist and slowly pulled himself back. With every bit of gentleness he could muster, William pushed back in until his balls came to meet the fox's. After a few more thrusts he could hear John's whimper fade to a steady murr -- a sound he'd wanted to hear all night long.
John's grimace faded to his dopey smile as his eyes lidded over completely. He groaned softly as his prostate announced it's approval of the intrusion with a slight, dull feeling of pleasure. Something deeper in echoed the feeling after the next thrust -- some part he never even knew he had. Before long, his insides screamed with pleasure at every thrust and withdraw as William leaned over and rested his chest against the fox's back.
The fox placed his fore-paws on the bed and propped himself up, giving the otter a level surface to rest against while he went to town under John's tail. His tail-hole burned with pleasure, and his prostate spasmed wildly with every thrust. The otter behind him groaned loudly and wrapped his arms around him. John felt one of William's paws grasp his cock while the other fondled his balls, and before long the prior paw pumped away at his foxhood in rhythm with the otter's thrusts.
Gasping became moaning, and John nearly wanted to scream. His calf muscles flexed in time with William's thrusts, and he'd begun clenching down rhythmically on the otter's cock -- an act that he was sure rewarded both of them. All of the displeasures of his work life, and all the feelings of dread he kept pent up all his life faded away as sexual ecstasy took its place. Only a moment ago, John would swear on his life that he wasn't gay and there he was hoping the night would never end -- hoping that his new friend would never stop thrusting his otterhood into his bowels.
John's back arched, forcing the otter back into an upright position. The reaction came out of nowhere as he climaxed; his gasps and moans ceased and all he manage was a very embarrassing yiff that drowned out his friend's own grunting and moaning. As if some dam had broken in his balls, the fox unloaded onto the bed and covered the sheets with his cum. The first blast landed directly on the pillow after trailing through the fur on his chest. The second wave made a pool on the bed beneath his chest, and the third drew a line between the two. John would have collapsed if the otter hadn't bent back over and wrapped his arms around him again.
With every bit of strength the otter had left, he held the fox up as he climaxed, finally getting the release he needed from muzzling him earlier.
John marveled at the sensation of the pulsing cock inside of him and the warm fluids filling him up. William continued to thrust as John clenched, helping him milk out every last drop before the both of them collapsed onto the bed in a gasping and panting heap. Once William withdrew from under John's tail, the fox rolled onto his side and embraced him.
"Well then... hasn't this... been a wonderful... night?" the otter spoke between pants. He worked his arms around John's back and held him firmly against his chest. "I think... this'll be... the start... of a beautiful friendship... no?"
John didn't have to think before he responded, "I certainly... didn't predict... this would happen..." Too true, I didn't see it coming at all. Maybe life isn't so bland and boring as I thought? I really, really need to get out more. "I'm looking at... your advice... in a whole new light..."
The otter laughed, "I figured you would, John." He kissed the fox, pressing his muzzle firmly against his friend's and slid his tongue inside when John opened his mouth.
Maybe we can do this every Friday night...