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It had been a long day for me today. Applications, incessant badgering from other's for their artwork, and worse of, no messages from my new friend. It'd had been a few days now, and I was looking forward to the quirky otter, with random messages that, half the time, don't make sense. We met when he saw one of my posts about free art, probably excited for the chance that his character would finally be in something other then a little chibi doodle. I had to turn him down however because all of the slots were open. He spook like a gentleman and show respect about missing his chance. About a week and half later, he managed to snag a spot for another one of my free art requests.

The time passed, and he continued to fave my art, until a few weeks ago when he sent me a note. He'd been trying to contact me on Skype for a while, and he was starting to give up. I asked for his email and added soon after, starting with a quirky remark, to which he gave me another quirky remark back. We hit it off, finding that we had a lot in common. He confided a few of his thoughts to me, and I had done the same. I'll admit I was the one start the flirtatious jokes, and obvious role-play scenarios, but every time he'd only respond with a cute face and another joke. We had both warned each other when we started talking that if we wanted to stop, all we had to do was ask.

Up until about a week ago we talked about a lot of things, but now he doesn't message me. I sent a few messages asking if he was ok, but haven't got any answers back. So another day, where I sat at home watching the Skype messenger, and sitting drawing for another request, waiting for something, if not anything from him, 'Maybe he was tired of talking to me.'

It was getting late, my back and arm getting tired from the constant drawing. I stood up to stretch and walked to the kitchen to grab a snake when I heard the familiar ring of a Skype message. I bolted back to my room and saw it, the message I had been waiting for. He sent a winking smile and a lot of dots after a very plain, "Hey".

I felt upset, so much time had gone by and all he could send was a simple hey!? I was about to ask where he'd been, when another message came right after, "Guess what! ;)"

I let out a exasperated sigh, then asked him the obvious question, "What?"

I was expecting something of an excuse, but instead he started to tell a tale of how he gathered the money to fly himself over to visit me. My body jolted, and I let out a cry of excitement. He asked if I was free tomorrow, to which I responded with a hasty no. We set the time, and he told me where to go, before signing off and heading to bed. I went to lay down myself, but found that I couldn't sleep from all of the excitement. Finally after so long I was going to spend time with my new friend, and in person. I was as giddy as a child before Christmas. Eventually I had finally succumb to sleep.

The next day, I was all but bouncing around the house while I was getting ready to meet him. Even while I was driving my body twitched with anticipation. I finally made it to the hotel he was staying in, almost breaking my car door down just see him. As I started to walk up, my stomach started filling with butterflies. I was nervously tugging at my coat and my tail just wouldn't stay still. The elevator ride took a lot longer then I thought it would, as I was practically clawing at the door to get out to his room. When I finally got to his room, my throat swelled up, I was so nervous. My hesitated knocks came softly and when I heard the foot paws approach, my body started to tense. The door opened and he stood in front of me. A shorter otter, about 5'10, wearing casual attire, and big goofy grin on his face, "Glad you could make it bitch."

All nervousness left my body, and I started to relax, when I responded, "Bitch you know I'd be here."

He motioned for me to come in, and I looked around the room. It was a nice place, a few clothes were scattered around on the bed, a pack of cigarettes laying on the end table and a table with 2 chairs in the corner. We started making small talk about the ride here and his flight before a silence surrounded the room. The quiet atmosphere was starting to get to me when he busted out laughing. I looked at him with a confused glance and all he did was shrug, "I don't like awkward pauses."

We started another conversation about how we were in the past week, that soon started to spread to a lot of other random topics. Every now and then we would get up and walk to the balcony to have a smoke break, or one of us would use the bathroom.

After a few hours passed he stood up and pulled out a sack from under the pile of clothes, "You know in America, the drinking age is 21? So when I got here and heard that I could buy alcohol, I almost bolted to the nearest store just to see if it was true!"

He pulled a bottle of Captain Morgan's spiced rum, and two shot glasses, smiling and pouring a shot in each, "Hope you don't mind, but I think this calls for a bit of celebration since we finally get to see each other face to face."

I couldn't have agreed more. We clinked and shot the alcohol down, leaving a warm feeling in my chest. We started to drink, talking and giggling like mad beasts about stupid and inappropriate jokes. His drinking pace was slower, most likely because he was from the states and wasn't legal. His body language and slurred words were starting show signs that he was reaching his limit, but whenever I asked, he made a low growl and stated that he was find to keep going. A few shots in he stood up, stating that he wanted to sing, after a comment about favorite songs. He swayed a second, before falling down into his chair giggling like a fool and humming softly. He finally reached his limit.

I stood up, not feeling as much of an affect from how much we drank, and moved the clothes off the bed. Turning back to him, he had managed to curl in a ball in the chair and snoozed softly. My cheeks flushed at how cute the otter looked, and the perverted thoughts that I had sent to him, when we spoke on Skype, started coming back. He'd always told me I looked attractive in my pictures, but many people had said that because I took care of myself and worked out. It was a strange night, when he sent me a message that made my heart skip a beat from shock, "Silver, if I was next to you right now, I'd fuck your brains out until you couldn't remember the night."

Needless to say, my imagination had kicked into overdrive about hat he looked like under the clothes he wore. I walked back over and lifted him with ease, carrying him to the bed and sitting him down. Pulling his shirt off, I looked with hungry eyes at his thin and toned stomach. My eyes caught a black patch and noticed a small tattoo on his left shoulder, a bass clef, 'Makes sense when he likes music so much.'

Pushing him down flat on the bed, he mumbled softly and started undoing his jeans. My body tensed, but his arms moved to the side when his button and fly went undone, making me grit my teeth with frustration. It felt as if time had slowed down, my heartbeat was pounding in my ears. The man I've been flirtatiously joking with, was half-naked in front of me, dozing off in front of me.

I breathed deeply and spoke, "Hey... Keygon! You awake?"

The otter laid still on the bed, breathing lightly, with a cute smirk on face, he was out cold. I knew I would never get a chance at this again, 'A quick peek, it'll help my imagination later...'

I placed a soft paw on his stomach, watching and waiting for his reaction. When nothing came of it, I slowly moved my hand down under the elastic of his boxers. I watched his face, looking for any signs of discomfort or a rousing, but nothing. He was out like a light. In a quick, but soft tug, I had exposed the package that I had been looking for.

Two big orbs sat under a thick sheath, and my eyes widened with pleasure. My mouth watered, and I found myself gritting my teeth again. I wanted to do more. I felt my pants tighten from how much I wanted to do more. I looked towards his face, and noticed that his face had only changed to that of relaxation. My mind played the scene in my head, a quick blowjob, then a quick escape, he was far too out of it anyway to know what was happening.

I got on my knees slowly and grabbed at his jeans, pulling them down more. Bringing my face closer to my prize, I nuzzles into his sack giving a huffs to coax out what I really wanted. Bringing my hand up to his sheath, I gave a few gentle tugs and continued to nuzzling into his sack, enjoying his scent. The persuasion didn't take long, he sheath was already getting thicker, as well as the air with his musk. I was loving it, feeling the smooth flesh slide across my hand. I moved my head up and started lapping at his sack, bring one of his plump orbs into my mouth, and sucking softly.

That's when it finally came all out. I looked up and my eyes widened at the site. The length in my hand had to be nine to nine and half inches, and I couldn't explain the thickness. I was ecstatic. I pulled of his sack and moved up to his tip, licking it to acquire a taste. Fantastic wouldn't even be the right word, and soon I found myself in euphoria, trying to get more of the taste as I pushed more into my mouth. I wasn't even aware of my surroundings, right now all I cared about was getting more of his meat into me. I started undoing my own jeans when I heard a chuckle from above me. My body froze as the chuckling continued. I slowly lifted my head to see Keygon looking down at me, eyes glazed over, with a smug grin on his face, "Oh don't stop on my behalf Silver. If I had known you wanted to do this, I would have just answered the door naked."

I pulled back, spouting apologies and looking at the floor. Keygon reached out, and grabbed my shoulder, pulling me close to him and planting a kiss right on my lips. The shock I felt went straight down my spine, making me arch and push into him more. His tongue went into my maw, and started wrestling with mine, making me groan into his own maw. I felt my own eyes glaze over as he pulled away, giving me a sly smirk, "You feel like playing with this big guy?"

I felt my body shake before nodding slowly. The otter's smirk grew bigger, and he sat up at the top of the bed. He lifted his hand motioning for me to come up also, to which I happily obliged. Sliding my shirt and pants off I moved up to him, met his lips hungrily. Keygon reached down and started stroking my throbbing length, making me shudder with pleasure, making him chuckle into my mouth. We pulled apart again, me moving down and taking him into my maw again. His moans started filling the room, and I worked double time, making sure he was pleased with the job I was doing. Keygon's hand met with the back of my head, pushing me down on him. I willing continued, worshiping the monster of a cock. I moved my hand down to my own erection, starting to jerk myself, when he stopped me with his foot, "Flip your body over here, I'm willing to reciprocate."

I twisted my body, laying my body next to his. The otter eagerly took my seven and a half inches into his mouth, mimicking the motions I was giving him. I was in heaven, the pleasure he was giving me was about to make me burst, but he slowed down enough to make me want to blow. Keygon's fingers reached around, groping my ass and fingering my hole. Minutes flashed by, and before I knew it, he had stopped sucking on my length and started to rim me. Whatever pleasure I was feeling before was nothing compared to what he was doing now. Each lick, each push, sent shock waves throughout my body, making me squirm on his cock and groan loudly.

I couldn't stand it anymore, the sensation was killing me. I pulled off his length and looked Keygon in the eyes, "P...Please, I need you in me."

The otters eyes flash with hunger and he grinned a pearly white smile. He moved around and positioned me on my hands and knees. I shivered with anticipation, but I didn't feel anything near pushing at my whole. A sudden weight was on my back, and a soft thud hit my hole, his mouth breathing hot breath on my ear, "Just so you know, I've never been a light weight. I just hate making the first move."

My eyes widened at the realization. He had never been drunk, and he was planning this little escapade the whole time. The realization was short lived as I felt pressure on my ass. He was starting to enter. The first initial thought was, he was going to tear me open, but all that washed away when so much of whimper came out from my mouth. Keygon was kind, going slowly, and stopping if I tensed or cried out. When he finally hilted me, all the pain was dull, and the pleasure was enveloping me faster then I could register. He leaned over my again, the hot breath on my ear driving me insane, "If I start, I'm not going to be easy, tell me when to go."

Before my mind could stop my mouth, I blurted, "Please, go!"

It was all he needed. Keygon gripped my hips, pulling out and pushing in, in one fell thrust. It continued, me whining out pitiful moans and gripping the sheets in ecstasy. I guess I was getting a little too loud, because he move one of his hands to my head, pushing me into the bed, completely muffling my moans. The otter leaned over and gripped my own length, jerking me and making my cock pour pre out all over the mattress. Keygon moved his hand off my head and pulled my body up, holding me next to his body, and pinching my nipple. I couldn't take it, all the sensations I was getting, made me cry out. I felt myself shoot, screaming out all the pleasure I was getting from my release. Keygon moved his arm from around my body and I fell forward, landing with a resounding thud.

I was spent, and my senses were dull, but something didn't' feel right. I turned my head back to look at Keygon, only to see him sitting still. He smiled down at me, and I tilted my head, "Did... Did you finish?"

A laugh escaped his lips and looked down towards me, "sorry bud, but if you want me to finish, you'd be up all night."

I felt my body shudder, but sighed softly, looking him in the eyes, "Y... You can finish..."

For the first time, I say Keygon have a surprised look his face. He leaned forward, bringing his lips close to mine, and grinding his length inside me, making me spasm, "You can't take this back Silver. I'm not going to stop if you tell me to keep going."

I felt my heart race, and let out a shaky sight, "I want you to keep going. Don't stop until you finish damnit."

The otter took no second beckon, straightening his back, Keygon slowly pulled out and threw at pillow at my face, "It's going to be a long night, use this if you get too loud."

The first hard thrust made my eyes role to the back of my head, and I knew that he wasn't lying. This was going to be a long night.

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My eyes barely opening before groaning softly and rolling to my side. The night had been a grueling endeavor. Keygon had proved just how long he could last, and ever after, he was asking for a round two. When everything was said and done, he was the gentlest beast I've ever known. He held me close to him throughout the night, whispering complements into my ear as I starting falling asleep.

I scanned the area around the room, but couldn't find my friend. I found it difficult to stay in a sitting position, so I cautiously got to my feet, and moved to the bathroom. The door opened just as I reached it, and Keygon stepped out, looking refreshed, "Well look who came back from the dead. How are you feeling?"

"Like someone went and teared up my insides." A quick response, but all in good nature. My friend blushed and looked down at the ground, scratching the back of his head, "Oh well sorry man. I tried to tell you though."

I moved past him and closed the door behind him before speaking again, "Yeah, you did tell me, and I loved every single minute of it."

The shower I took was rather long, and completely relaxing. My pain was slowly washing away, turning from sharp stings to dull pokes when I moved around, thankful the heat was helping a lot. When I finished, I walked out into the room, only to see that Keygon was missing yet again. The balcony door opened and peaked in smiling, "Hey man, hurry up! You know I don't like to smoke alone, and we have a lot to do before I go home in two days!"

My heart skipped a beat again and I started to get dressed, thinking about all the plans he had for us.