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Ron sighed as he took his seat on the bus and it set off. The old carriage was mostly empty save a couple of girls playing hooky by the sound of it and a few dull commuters waiting for their next stops. Rain drummed quietly on the ceiling while the machine puttered down the street, a relaxing noise that made up for the clumsy bumps of the admittedly convenient trip.

The mink watched as streetlamps and store faces whizzed past until the sights of the town grew too boring to handle. He looked around scanning the faces on the bus for someone interesting to meet but defeated by the lull between morning commuters and lunchtime errand runners, he just looked down at his nude lap and watched his cock flop up and down against his thigh.

The pink tube was rather handsome. More than once he'd been asked if he was interested in model work but he always turned it down preferring his work-at-home schedule brokering vintage electronics for collectors and nostalgic gamers. That aside, he always feared he'd have to have the thing pierced to advertize tattoo shops or the like and he liked every square and cubic inch of it just the way it was.

The longer he watched the flaccid phallus batter his leg, switching to the other with the bigger bumps, the more he felt that this cross town trip was a good time to show it how much he cared. He reached down slowly and stroked the uncut head, running a finger around the pursed lip of his hood while the other paw wrapped around the base to tickle the side of his balls like he liked, rumbling quietly as the other riders ignored his tender affection. It swelled subtly in his grip, the light skin growing steadily redder as his skin blushed with his increasing arousal.

Ron tugged carefully at his foreskin, stretching it barely to the point of tension then letting it reset as his blooming crown started to bulge under the soft flesh, making its shape known while his plump, swollen testicles relaxed against the grainy cushion of his seat. The bell dinged alerting the driver to make a stop and people came and went accordingly while he continued to slowly erect his cock, finally rolling the skin back to see the delicately smooth skin of his ruddy head, licking his lips at the soft sheen of his skin reflected the dull light streaming through the rain streaked windows.

The cock jumped and throbbed gladly, waving at its owner while the mink admired the thick tool. He measured each familiar inch with one finger until, after tweleve of them, he could wipe a bead of precum off the generous hole bleeding it out. Then he started over from the base, tracing one of the prominent veins on either side, feeling the quickened pace of his heart while the bus slowed to a stop again.

He didn't break his doting gaze until a body dropped next to him. A well dressed otter had taken the adjacent seat, a throbbing erection pulsing out of what had to be rather expensive slacks coupled with a consummately stylish waistcoat-oxford shirt combo.

"Nice throbber ya got there," the otter announced proudly. "What is it? Eleven?"

"A foot actually," Ron responded sternly. Yes it was an estimate but his cock deserved to be recognized for every last inch and just to prove it to his ruddy tackle he traced the vein on the other side as well, watching it dearly as it soaked itself in precum.

"Nice. Not a lot of footlongs around. My little guy's only seven but we make do," the well-to-do otter insisted, giving it an affectionate squeeze. "You look pretty flexible. Ever suck yours? I bet it's pretty tasty."

Ron looked away from his cock to study his new travelling companion's face. He was looking down just as dotingly as Ron was. Not so much fondling his cock as giving it the same, though clumsier, sort of love than the mink was giving his own. The difference was he was glancing back and forth between both dicks with the same measure of adoration.

"A lot, actually. You really like cock, don't you?"

"Absolutely. Dick is the best thing ever evolved by nature. Sorry if I'm coming on a bit strong, but I just really like to know an obelisk like yours is getting the care it deserves."

Ron watched in silence, letting his cock throb firmly in his paw while the otter stroked his own dick's head under the dark, cocoa coloured foreskin. He hadn't realized it until that moment but that was how he felt. The penis models he'd seen on TV obviously had well taken care of genitals, they wouldn't stay on TV long if they hadn't but he had always feared they weren't loved and worshipped the way he worshipped his own. And that's what it had always been, worship.

The mink looked back down at his cock and smiled. As he squeezed a little rush of blood toward the head he could see it smiling back with its prepuce, gurgling out more and more of its warm pre. "Well, I take care of him pretty well."

"Good. Can't just stuff a perfect cock like that any old place."

Ron agreed wholeheartedly though he didn't say it, just watching he head peek out from its hood. He smiled again and bent down to give it a kiss. His back arched nimbly to let him great his ruddy pillar of flesh and shower it with love, breathing in its musky perfume and savouring the taste of his pre as it gushed over his lips and tongue.

"That's the spirit!" The otter cheered, rubbing his back, while people passed back and forth watching the pair loving their cocks.

Older folks whispered and grumbled how back in their day kids just jerked it and got on with their days others snapped pictures with phones and cameras while ron, curled his tongue slowly around the bulging underbelly of his shaft. His well dressed friend kept his own flesh firm and glistening with pre until content with watching the mink service his tool he had to do the same. He scooted over a seat and kicked his leg up, the too slinky-bodied males doubling themselves over to kiss and suck at their cock heads.

The contorted pair moaned and slurped loudly as the trip continued, ignoring the rhino who sat across from them, watching intently as he worked his own fat cock to the lurid sight and the pack of wolves who took advantage to snap a few candid pictures of themselves joining the self-sucking affair. They just focused on the cocks plunging deeper and deeper into their mouths.

Ron finally worked himself down low enough that with a good shove he could bury every last inch of himself into his throat, choking a bit as he drowned himself in precum and the powerful smell of his own balls before he pulled up for air, gasping and dribbling pre from all over his face thanks to the thrusting and squirting he did during his other breaths.

"Wow," the otter whispered in awe. "Deep throating your own footlong. Damn going back to work, I'm gonna wait here until you're finished. I can't not learn from you."

Ron chuckled breathlessly as the rhino across from them started to fire off massive ropes of his seed, managing to cross the bus and land on the inciting mustelids while the wolves, who had all either finished or couldn't bend that far long enough to guzzle their own loads, cheered the sloppy tableau. The otter might have grumbled at the cost of his dry cleaning if he weren't too busy licking his own cum off his face watching Ron drop back down to work his cock again.

Lick, kiss, slurp. He had sucked himself before, but he never did it to purposefully worship the pylon throbbing down his throat. He was exhausted and exhilarated at the same time. Work himself down to the root again and again while the bus praised him for so successfully praising his own cock until he just couldn't handle it anymore. He felt his cock erupt in his gut, the thick cream pouring into him before he could taste it, rewarding him for his effort with a warm bellyful of mink.

He pulled back slowly, knowing just ho much his cock shivered with delight when he stroked the head while it came, coincidentally got to enjoy the heady, salty flavour of his cream in the process. He moaned despite himself as his cock jumped at the texture of his tongue against the tender head. The meat sent shivers up his spine and his clumsy noises sent a cascade of white down to fill his lap. The heat filled his mouth, the intensity of his orgasm making it difficult to keep up with his cock's flow until finally the entwined lovers relaxed and the sft meat spilled out of his mouth and dangled to the floor adding the dredges of his orgasm to the mess already there.

"Now that's a blowjob," the otter announced, folding his pants up to protect them from any further damage and patted Ron on the back. "I bet you get this all the time, but I'd love to represent you. I'm an agent and I love working with new guys. Your cock really deserves to be on TV."

"Well, I guess I can think about it."

"I promise, I only work with the best fluffers and I would never ask you to do anything to that big guy other than what you're already doing." The otter finished, extracting a business card from his coat pocket and flashing it to him. "If nothing else, call me if you ever think he deserves another set of lips to show him you care."

The mink took the card and smiled down to his cock and let his would-be agent hurry to get off at the current stop. "Well, what do you think then?"

His cock, belched up one last drop of cum and started to swell again.