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High up in a pine tree, a bird surveyed its surroundings. Good wind, good acoustics, and no other interlopers in sight. This was a good day. Still, best to make sure. It hopped down onto a lower branch, wind ruffling the yellow feathers on its belly, flared up its crest impressively and gave a high, piercing qui-ta!

Down on the forest floor, Sean jerked to a halt, whirled in the direction of the sound and snapped his binoculars up to his eyes. “Where are you?" the human muttered under his breath, impatiently brushing a strand of sandy-brown hair out of his eyes. “Call again. I can't count you unless I see you."

Behind him, a tall lynx frowned, crossing his arms across his muscular chest. That's me, by the way. Just so we're clear. “And why exactly is that? Even I know that's a great crested flycatcher by now. We've seen enough of them on these birding trips of yours."

“Because, Alek," Sean answered in the tone one might use to lecture a fifth-grader, “it's standard protocol. Every bird that calls might have a second beside it that isn't. And how am I to know it's not a thrasher or a mockingbird?"

Up in the tree, the flycatcher cocked its head, listening for the answering call of a potential challenger. Hearing none, it gave its breast feathers a celebratory preen. All was good and… wait. Was that the wind, or a very, very distant answering call? If it could be heard, that would mean that it had also heard his earlier call. And that meant it was in his territory, which was an insult that could not be borne.

Still, this flycatcher was a gentlemanly sort, at least by avian standards. He would give this interloper a chance to retreat in grace. He fluffed up his feathers, flared his crest again and gave a louder, more aggressive qui-to!

My ears swiveled toward the sound, and I glanced up the trunk of the tree, finding the bird silhouetted against the clouds. “The other pine," I offered. “Right side, about thirty feet up."

A tiny frown creased Sean's brow, but was erased when he found the bird in question. “And that makes sixty," he said, lowering his binoculars and marking it down on his phone, then shaking his head. “Sixty species of passerine alone! This place is nuts! I might break my personal best here. Where did you hear about this trail, Alek?"

“I have my sources," I said modestly. In truth, I'd had no idea this particular trail was so good for birding. It was a new and different one, and that was more or less good enough for me, its… other features notwithstanding. Luckily, it was the middle of the week, so we were unlikely to run into any of that. All in all, it was a moderate hike, which wasn't as challenging as I liked it, but then I was a professional mountain guide. If you didn't need bottled oxygen, it was an easy one as far as I was concerned.

I bent down to tighten the laces on his hiking boots. When I straightened up, Sean was bent over at the waist, examining something on an upthrust tree root, leafing through one of the innumerable field guides he kept in his backpack. I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. Endurance or no, even the moderate hiking demanded by birding did nothing but accentuate Sean's already-tempting… assets. I suddenly felt the front of my pants getting tight and hastily looked somewhere else.

It didn't help that Sean was just so damn cute when he was focused on something like that. Just the way he'd get distracted by a bug on a leaf and stare at it with single-minded intensity until he'd learned everything he possibly could from it.

“… could be a noctuid, but the venation isn't really consistent for that…" Sean muttered, cocking his head and brushing the hair that fell in front of his eyes over his ear in an almost-reflexive gesture. Something about it made me want to pin him against a tree and kiss him right there. After he was done examining the… whatever it was, of course. There was no better way to earn Sean's ire than to interrupt his examination of whatever interesting bit of life he'd discovered.

But of course, I could never do that. Because in the four years we'd known each other, Sean had never made any indication that he was anything but straight. Which had made harbouring a massive crush on him for three of those years a slight problem.

I really can't name a single feature that attracted me to him, or point at a specific point in time when feelings of close friendship turned into something more. Just something about his drive to figure everything out, his love of the outdoors, his infectious enthusiasm for… well, for pretty much everything… it drove me wild. But it could never happen. We made an unlikely enough pair as friends, let alone as a couple.

I sighed inwardly and let my eyes play over the human's rear again. Not for the first time, he wondered what it looked like under the rugged field pants Sean preferred. For some reason, Sean was shy about his body, which when combined with his general dislike of swimming, meant I had rarely seen him even with his shirt off. Maybe he was self-conscious about his slight, almost girlish figure. Not that he had any reason to be, considering it was that same figure I had been lusting after for three goddamned years...

I blinked, realizing Sean had just asked me something. “Uh… sorry," he said lamely. “I didn't get a word of that."

Sean rolled his eyes. “I was asking when you wanted to head back. We've been at it for three hours, and my legs are getting sore."

I smirked. I was still going strong, of course. Then again, I was used to herding tourists up trails that were at a considerably sharper angle, so maybe my endurance wasn't the ideal benchmark. And even then, I'd happily carry Sean… well, maybe not any appreciable distance. Carrying another person, regardless of build or species, usually sucked. But I'd happily carry the human whatever distance was between the door of my apartment and the bed, before tossing him down and tearing his clothes off…

“Alek? Are you all right? You've been spacing out a lot today."

I shook my head. Sean was looking at me with such earnest concern, obviously oblivious to the fact that I was not all right, and it was entirely Sean's fault, but not at all in a bad way and…

I sighed. Today was supposed to be the day I finally manned up and said something. Rolled the dice, laid it on the table, cleared the air. So that even if Sean wasn't interested, at least I'd know.

Yeah right. Just like I'd told myself the same thing a few months ago. And a few months before that. And on many other occasions. But today, like all those days, I'd keep my mouth shut, too much of a coward to say anything.

Sean was still staring at me, I suddenly realized. “I've just…" Been thinking that I'd like to tear your clothes off and ravage you right here “… got a lot on my mind."

“Is it anything I can help with?"

Damn him. Damn him. Why did that always have to be his first instinct? Why did he always have to be so selfless?

I forced a smile. “No, it's nothing you can help. And nothing you need to worry about. I'm fine." The lie tasted foul on my tongue.

Sean watched me for another heart-stopping moment, but with a different cast to his face. This was the Sean who saw something he didn't quite understand, who wouldn't stop until he'd figured it out. But blessedly, he chose not to pursue it and turned away. “Okay," he said. “Let's move on then."

We continued for a bit in silence. Suddenly, Sean brightened and dashed ahead. He didn't need to say anything; I could also see full well what he was excited about.

Around a bend in the path, a giant hemlock towered over the rest of the trees. Its craggy trunk was thick enough that me and Sean with hands interlinked would barely be able to get halfway around it.

“Just look at this," Sean gasped. “I've never seen one this big. This is beyond old growth." He laid a hand reverently on a root as thick as his torso. “This tree must be over a thousand years old. Can you imagine? This thing was ancient before explorers planted flags here."

I wasn't quite as awed as Sean seemed to be, but then a thousand years didn't mean much to a mountain. Those things were ancient before any of our ancestors even started walking on two feet. Instead I looked around at the inevitable graffiti such a landmark accumulates: lovers' initials carved into the trunk, an old, nearly grown in carving reading “Kevin was here," and more than a few crude penises.

Sean came back from his circuit of the tree, his eyes sparkling. "I found something," he said excitedly.

Oh boy. I followed him as he led the way, the spring in his step telling me he'd found something he thought was really good. And I wasn't disappointed. Hidden in the tangled bunch of roots at the tree's base was a cavern, worn between two roots and gradually dug out by animals and erosion. Sean poked his head inside. “It looks big enough to fit us both," he said.

I almost sighed. Whenever he thought I was in a bad mood or had something I was working through, he'd always do something like this, in his own weird way. Rope me into something different, almost juvenile. But it always worked, because growing up is for suckers and hiding in a hole under a giant tree is something to giggle over no matter how old you are. So instead of sighing, I flashed him a grin, cracked my neck from side to side and looked into the hole. The cavern actually was more than big enough for us both. It looked tall enough that we could easily sit cross-legged.

Without another word, I pushed my way in. The entrance was tight, but it wasn't as if I made a career out of navigating narrow mountain passes or anything like that. No, not at all. So with a bit of wiggling, I was through, flopping down on the musty dirt. I rolled over onto my back, thinking of the tree above me, how even this cavern was only a fraction of its footprint, and starting to get an idea of why Sean thought it was so cool.

“How is it in there?"

I jumped. Right. Sean was still out there. May as well have some fun with this. “Who enters my domain?" I boomed, letting the hollow amplify my voice. I'm sure it sounded great from outside.

Sean chuckled. “Only a wanderer, O guardian of the tree," he said, affecting a terrible English accent. “Prithee, may I take shelter? The forest is dark and I am alone."

I rolled my eyes. Sean read way too much Shakespeare. “I can allow that," I replied. “But. It carries a cost."

“Which is? I have little in the way of coin, but I carry news of the outside-“

I stretched forward and bared my teeth, letting the light shine off my eyes. “Your sooouuulll," I rasped.

Sean stared back at me, completely nonplussed. “Eh. I sold it three years ago for a cookie. You're out of luck."

I let my face go flat. “Are you going to hide in this hole with me, or are you going to stay out there talking to a tree?"

Sean smiled and got down to eye the edges of the hole. He looked it up and down, frowning slightly, but shrugged, tossed his backpack inside and started pushing his way in. Right away, it was obvious that he was having a harder time than I was. It occurred to me as he maneuvered his shoulders through that I'd never actually seen him do any kind of stretch. His flexibility was probably utter crap.

He got his shoulders through and hauled himself a little further. “All right," he panted. “Halfway there."

I raised an eyebrow. “Living on a prayer."

“Shut up. Just got to…" He braced his hand on a rock that I'd avoided and heaved. The rock, which was very much loose, let go and Sean tumbled forward into the hole. Or at least most of him did. His lower half was still outside. “Uh…"

I gave him a flat look. “Well done. Graceful as a baby giraffe."

“What do I have to do to lose the peanut gallery?" Sean replied, trying to find some purchase on the floor, without much success. “Well, this might be a problem."

I leaned forward. “What might be?"

He gave me an embarrassed smile. “I might be stuck."

I paused for a moment while that sunk in. “Stuck," I replied dumbly. “What do you mean you're stuck? I'm bigger than you and I got through fine!"

“Yeah, well, I'm not as flexible as you."

“No shit," I replied. “All right, push on my shoulders. I'll try to heave you out."

In any other situation, that would have worked. But I guess something shifted when Sean fell, because he was really, really stuck. And his position was awkward enough that I couldn't really get the proper leverage. “Well," I said, sitting back. “I guess you're stuck."

Sean folded his arms and laid his head down on them. “It's not all bad," he said. “I'm actually pretty comfortable here. This would be way worse if I was in some awkward position."

“Except, you know, for the slight issue that I'm stuck here too."

Sean frowned. “Well, I guess there's that. Makes it a bit hard to get help. But then it's not as if we're way off the path. Someone's bound to come along eventually. Worst case scenario, we have a slightly uncomfortable couple hours before I get pulled out."

I sighed, sat back against the wall of the root cavern, and put my arms behind my head. “Got any cards?"

Sean brightened. “I do, actually. Front right pocket of my backpack."

“Of course you do," I replied, opening the respective pocket and fishing them out. “Is there anything you don't have in here?"

“I'm still missing a Philosopher's Stone, and it's surprisingly hard to find live herring here."

“You do realize that half the reason you have trouble keeping up with me is the thirty pounds of crap you insist on hauling everywhere, right? It's probably not doing your lumbars any favours either-“

“Shh-shh-shh!" Sean cut me off. “I think I hear someone."

My ears perked up. Sure enough, I heard two voices, both male. Then my heart shot up into my throat.

See, this trail wasn't exactly known for birding. It was a place known more to my kind than to humans. And since furs were generally a lot more sexual, and a lot more open about that sex than most humans, it wasn't really much of a stretch to imagine what this area had a reputation for. And for the two outside, it would be all too easy to interpret Sean's upraised, oh-so-tempting ass as some kind of invitation, one that no sane fur would turn down.

I fought to keep my expression neutral. If they did get any ideas, there was nothing I could do about it. I could shout, but there was no guarantee that would work. So I decided to wait and see how things played out, hoping that these two were just a pair of good Samaritans willing to help out a person in need.

Abruptly, I heard the voices stop, followed by a burst of laughter. It looked like they'd found us. I saw Sean move, and realized after a second that he was trying to wave with his leg. “Hello out there!" he called. “Little help, please!"

“Well, this is the kind of thing you don't see every day," one of the voices said. “How the hell'd you end up like this?"

“Do I really have to explain?" Sean called back.

There was a pause from outside. “Listen, uh… I didn't get a word of that. You're really muffled in there."

Sean frowned. “Really? I can hear you fine." He looked at me. “You give it a shot."

I gave him a moment to cover his ears before cupping my hands around my mouth and shouting “Hello!" with all the force my mountaineering lungs could muster.

“… No, I'm getting nothing," the second voice said. “Not sure if they can hear me either. But if they're here, I think we know what to do…"

Their voices trailed off into muttering. Sean gave me a helpless shrug. “I don't know," he said. “Some accident of acoustics? We can hear them, but they can't hear us. Don't think I need to tell them to pull me out, though."

I heard some muttering from outside, but couldn't make much out. After a moment, Sean jumped, then relaxed. “On three," I heard from outside. “One! Two! Three!"

The two outside pulled. Sean slid back, but something caught on his shoulder and he stopped. “Hold on," he called, starting to reposition.

And then I heard the all-too-familiar sound of cloth sliding over skin. Sean froze, his face going red. “Um," he said quietly.

My mouth went dry. “What happened?" I asked stupidly.

“I, uh… I think they slipped," he said by way of reply. “And, they… ah, god, they took my pants with them."

Crap. “Are you, uh… decent?"

His face reddened further, and that was all the answer I needed. Then I heard a slap from outside, and Sean jumped, and everything clicked into place. I growled low in my throat and leapt forward, opening my mouth to call all manner of vile invective on the heads of these two would-be rapists… and then remembered that they wouldn't hear it. I sat back helplessly. “All right, uh… I probably should have told you this a while ago, but my kind…"

“Furs are a lot more open about sex, I know."

I looked up in surprise. Sean gave me a nonplussed look. His face was still red, but he seemed remarkably calm for someone with two total strangers undoubtedly groping his ass without his consent. “I did my research," he said. “So is this trail a hookup spot or something? That'd explain why you were so cagey about how you know about it."

I gaped at him. “Are you insane?" I finally sputtered, my voice going up an octave in agitation. “How are you so calm? You don't know who they are! You don't even know what they are! They're going to-“ I cut myself off as Sean suddenly let out a gasp and arched his back, his eyes fluttering closed. I didn't need to ask what had just happened. I'd been at the receiving end of that exact sensation and I know the reaction of someone who's just had a tongue touch their tailhole for the first time.

And it made me furious. I was supposed to be doing this. Me, not some… some schmuck from a trail! Three years I'd been stealing glances at that ass and now my claim to it was being stolen!

“But there's nothing I can do about it," Sean replied, having regained some of his composure. “So I may as well – ah! – go with it."

Now I was hearing some wet noises from outside, and I could only imagine what was happening. Hell, I'd fantasized about doing it enough times. I could imagine the stranger out there running his tongue in circles around Sean's hole, before forming a point and spearing at the centre, gradually loosening it…

“That's not your choice to make!" I seethed. “It's…" I trailed off. It's mine, I was about to say. I want to be the one doing this to you. But I couldn't. Even now, I couldn't get it out.

There was a saliva-filled pop from outside, and another smack. “That is a fantastic ass," one of the voices said. “Give it a taste, Cyril."

Sean gasped and arched his back again as his hole was no doubt subjected to another furious tonguing. Whoever and whatever Cyril was, I hate to say, seemed to be really good at it.

“God damn," Cyril said. “So goddamn tight. You a virgin, kid?"

Sean said nothing, and reddened again. I heard a chuckle. “That's what I thought. Came out here to fix that problem, eh? Well, me and Silas, we can oblige you." Another smack. “And from the looks of you, you can't wait for it."

Can't wait? “Sean," I whispered. “Are you… are you hard?"

He gave a tiny nod. “I've never even thought of… but it just feels so good and…" He gave a wry smile. “If it's happening anyway, I might as well try to enjoy it."

I couldn't take it any more. I was having my fantasies stolen from me, and here Sean was just treating it with that god damn sunny outlook of his and I'd never been angrier with him and more in love with him at the same time and… I wasn't about to have anything else taken. I lunged forward and pressed my lips to his.

I felt him stiffen, and he moaned into my mouth as one of the guys outside resumed their ministrations, but he softened into me after only a moment. I kissed him more hungrily, flicking my tongue over his teeth, purring into his throat. Growing more bold, I pressed into him harder, pushing my tongue against his. He put up a token defense, but I bulled past and was soon exploring the inside of his mouth.

I pulled away and started kissing and licking down his throat, loving the way he panted into my ear. One of my paws moved up his neck and tangled itself in his hair, pulling him closer as I returned to his mouth.

I don't know how long the kiss lasted. Long enough for him to melt into me. Long enough for one of the guys outside to slide a finger into him, if his sudden yelp was any indication. I kissed him with only the kind of ferocity that three years of unrequited love can create.

When I finally pulled off, he was panting, and my own erection was jammed uncomfortably against my right leg, throbbing gently. “Wow," Sean said after a moment. “That was… unexpected."

I grinned, out of breath myself. “Three years," I admitted. “Three years I've been waiting to do that."

His eyes widened. “I had no-“

“Yeah. I know. You're kind of oblivious."

I moved forward and held him as the two strangers continued to violate him. But if he was okay with it, then… then so was I, no matter how out there it was. And I had to admit, it was what finally made me work up the courage to act on me desires, so it wasn't all bad, was it?

I looked down at Sean, realizing he'd just mumbled something into my chestfur. “What was that?"

He looked up at me, smiling. “I said 'so much for being straight.'"

I snorted and stroked his hair absently with a paw. He reached down and took the other one in both his hands. “What are they doing out there?"

“They're – ah! Up to two fingers now," he answered. “It feels… surprisingly good." He caught the look in my eye. “They're actually being pretty gentle."

“How are you doing in there?" Cyril suddenly asked. “You've gone quiet all of a sudden."

Me and Sean locked eyes. This was the moment. If either of us was going to stop this, it was going to be now. I licked my lips in nervousness. That said, I was harder than ever. And if Sean's flushed face was any indication, he thought this was just as hot as I did.

Huh. That was weird. I wanted my friend and object of my desires to be fucked by strangers while I watched. I filed that away for future reference under “kinks I didn't know I had."

So I just looked at him and said, “Your call."

He hesitated a moment. And instead of saying something, he shifted. I could only imagine what he was doing by way of wordless invitation. Spreading his legs and arching his back? I felt myself throb in my pants at the mental image.

“Oh, our little virgin's eager, eh?" Silas said, accompanied by a heavier slap of flesh on flesh.

“His c-cock," Sean whispered. “He's slapping his cock on my ass." He closed his eyes. “Now he's sliding it back and forth."

“That should be me," I growled.

He looked back at me, frowning. “Huh?"

“It should be me," I repeated. “I wanted to be the one to do this. Pin you down, make you moan, make you mine."

“It still can be," Sean said quietly.

Suddenly he stiffened. I had a guess what was happening, which was confirmed when Cyril's voice said, “Here goes. Say good bye to your virginity, kid."

“Relax," I told him. “It's easier that way."

“It feels thick," he replied, a bit of a quaver to his voice. “He's pressing and… oh!"

“There we go. That's the head. Ready for the rest of me?"

“How's it feel?" I asked, feeling my own malehood throb in my pants.

“Thick," Sean replied. “And… a bit weird. But a good weird. Hurt a bit at first, but not any more. He gasped and moved forward a bit as Cyril suddenly hilted in him.

“Oh, wow," he said. “So full."

“And just like that," I told him, “you're not a virgin any more. No going back now."

He didn't reply, instead gasping with a steady rhythm. I could only picture the stranger outside thrusting into him to trigger each gasp. I moved forward and held him again, and could feel every one of the thrusts. He had a steady rhythm going now. “It feels good, doesn't it?" I asked.

Sean just moaned in reply. “How hard are you right now?" I pressed. “I'm guessing you're rock hard, maybe dripping a bit. God, you have no idea how hard I am right now watching this."

Sean threw his head back and started panting as Cyril picked up his rhythm. I could hear a steady slap of flesh on flesh from outside now. “And now you're getting fucked," I said conversationally. “And you're loving it, aren't you?" I wasn't sure where all this was coming from, but damn if it wasn't turning me on.

“Yeah," Sean gasped. “I am."

I leaned forward so that my face was an inch from his. His whole body was bucking with the force of Cyril's thrusts now. “Say it," I said. “I want to hear it from you."

“I'm getting f-fucked," Sean got out. “And I'm loving it."

“And it's going to happen again, isn't it? You can't go back now. You'll get fucked again and again. Once by the other guy out there…" I leaned even closer. “And then too many times to count by me."

Sean's eyes snapped open in surprise. “By you?"

“What, you think I'm not going to fuck you after this?" I asked. “Once we get out of here, I'm taking you straight back to my place. You'll be lucky not to be naked before I get you in the door."

The clapping of flesh from outside was getting even faster. He had to be close to cumming now, and there wasn't any doubt in my head that Sean's ass was about to be properly filled. “Maybe I'll start fucking you before I even get you inside," I mused. “Walk in with you already impaled on my cock. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

“Fuck," Sean whispered, the obscenity sounding strange coming from him. “If it feels like this, you can do whatever you want."

Just then, he gasped as a particularly hard thrust shoved him as far forward as he was able to go. “Ah! Fuck!" Another sharp thrust hit him. “He's… he's cumming in me!"

“I know," I told him. “I can practically feel it." And I couldn't wait to add my own offering.

For a moment I just listened to the sound of Cyril panting outside. “God damn," he finally managed, delivering another smack to Sean's ass. “You took it like a champ, kid." I felt a strange stab of pride at that.

“And now," Silas said, sounding strained, “It's my turn."

Sean's eyes went wide as Silas' cock pushed into him, easily hilting in a single stroke. Once again, I slid my hand down his stomach to see if I could feel it. Nothing. I smirked. Amateurs. In some ways, I was glad these two had loosened Sean up before I could take a crack at him. I was… well, I wasn't exactly packing enough to put a horse to shame, but after they were taken out of the equation I was certainly well above average.

Silas went at it differently, setting a hard pace almost immediately, sending Sean into another blissful trance. A throb from my pants demanded my attention, and I abruptly decided that I needed to do something or I was bound to explode.

Sean stiffened as I pulled back. “What's wrong?" he asked, and my heart swelled for him.

“Nothing," I assured him, freeing the catch on my pants. “Just repositioning."

“Are you going to…" he looked pointedly at my crotch, where the bulge of my cock was all to visible.

“Jerk off in front of you?" I asked while sliding my pants down. “That was the plan, yes."

Sean's eyes widened as my cock sprang free, which I considered an appropriate reaction. What I didn't expect was for him to lick his lips, or the sudden hunger that came into his eyes. When I saw that, I changed my mind. After all, he was still a virgin in one place.

I moved forward again and took Sean's head in my hands. “Tell me what you want to do," I said to him.

Sean looked away, his face reddening. “You… you know already." Adorable. He was in the process of getting jackhammered by a complete stranger, with another stranger's cum already lubing his insides, and he was too embarrassed to tell me he wanted my cock in his mouth.

So I decided to tease him a little. “Well, you're not going to get it unless you tell me. I guess I'll just jerk myself off." When I said that, the look he gave me almost made me relent. Almost.

“No!" he burst out. “I… I want you in my mouth. I want you to fuck my face and paint my throat with your cum. Please! I need it."

I raised an eyebrow at that. But then again, I was already figuring out that something about this was pressing all of Sean's buttons. I positioned myself so that my cock was right in front of his face, then bent it down with a finger so that it was just brushing his lips. Almost as if by reflex, his tongue flicked out to taste the drop of pre that was forming at the tip. I shivered at the contact, then put my other hand on top of his head. “Open your mouth," I ordered, moving my hips forward to press my cock against his lips.

He obeyed, and I was treated to the unforgettable sight of my cock disappearing between the lips of my closest friend for the first time. He worked his tongue by instinct, running it in circles around my head, then pulsing against the bottom of my shaft when I went too deep for that.

I only managed to get in about a third of my length before his hand suddenly pressed against my leg. I stopped, letting him get used to it, savouring the feeling of his warm mouth around my length. “Not bad," I said. “I'll get you taking the whole thing before too long, though." I pulled out a little bit and thrust back in, trying to go in counterpoint to Silas' wild, rapid thrusts. He probably wouldn't last too long doing that, but then again neither would I.

Sean looked up at me, my cock stretching his lips obscenely, bouncing back and forth from the impact of the stranger's thrusts. I placed my other paw on top of his head, firmly, pulling him down so that he'd taken me to his limit, and held him there. “Just relax," I said. “Breathe." I pushed him down a little bit more, and felt myself enter his throat. “That's it," I sighed, closing my eyes. His throat muscles worked on my cock reflexively, giving my head an intense massage. “That's…" A frantic slapping on my thigh brought me back to reality, and I pulled out of Sean's mouth completely. He gasped in a breath and wiped a bit of spittle from his chin, panting.

“Sorry," he said. “Bit too deep. Choked."

“Ready to go again?" I asked, fighting every instinct that was screaming at me to go back in and start pounding.

Sean surprised me again by taking my cock in his hand and putting it back into his mouth. I growled in approval and, paws once again firmly on his head, started to thrust.

No wonder the guys outside were impressed. Sean took to cocksucking like a natural, sucking in every time I withdrew, and working at me with his tongue whenever I thrust in. It was all I could do to not go balls deep, but for the moment I had to be satisfied with… I looked down, and my eyes widened when I saw nearly two thirds of my cock disappearing into his mouth with every thrust.

I growled in approval and started thrusting with a bit more gusto. Silas didn't let up, and was doing something that was causing Sean to moan around my cock. I imagined the stranger's cock rubbing against Sean's prostate, or maybe his hand stroking the human's helplessly hanging cock…

The thought put me over the edge that I was already dangerously teetering on. I grunted, tangled my fingers in Sean's hair and thrust deep, shooting my hot cum into his throat. I sent three pulses in that way, then pulled out a little to let the rest coat his tongue.

“Swallow," I ordered, and moaned as I felt Sean's throat move in reply. He kept suckling on my cock long after he'd cleaned my cum off, until it started to overstimulate me a bit. And when my cock slipped from my mouth, he lunged after it with a wordless noise of protest.

“Whoa, hang on," I said, stopping him with a paw. “It's not going anywhere."

Something suddenly occurred to me. “Sean," I asked. “Have you cum yet?"

Sean shook his head. “I wanted… wanted to save it…"

I grinned. “You wanted me to be the one to fuck your cum out of you, it that it?"

Sean nodded. “I want you to… but he's hitting something inside and stroking me and… I don't know if I can hold it."

I stroked his hair. “It's okay," I told him, putting my arms around him and pressing his face to my chestfur. “You can cum."

A few thrusts later, he shuddered and gasped out his orgasm into my chest. A moment later, I felt the rhythm of Silas' thrusts change and knew Sean's orgasm had sent him over the edge, and he was getting filled with a second load of cum.

I pulled Sean's face up and kissed him again, tasting a trace of my own load on his tongue. He kissed me back hungrily, and gasped into my mouth when Silas pulled out of him, sending what was surely a river of cum spilling out over his thighs.

After a moment of silence, Sean raised his head. “I hope they didn't just walk away. That would suck."

Right on cue, I heard Cyril's voice. “So, uh… you can come out now." A pause. “Wait, are you really stuck? Raise your right leg for yes."

Sean did so, barely able to hold back a giggle at the absurdity of the situation. Cyril and Silas burst into laughter. “Guess we went a bit hard on you," Silas finally said. “All right, grab his leg. On three!"

The two strangers heaved, and lifted Sean out through the hole. I raised my hand to shield my eyes from the too-bright light and crawled out after him.

One of the strangers, a tall jackrabbit, looked over at me with surprise as I climbed out. He was still bottomless, his softening cock swinging between his legs. “What the-“ he exclaimed. By his voice, I guessed that was Silas. “There were two of you in there?"

“Hi," I said, waving awkwardly. What the hell else was there to say in that situation?

The other one, a deer who must have been Cyril, passed Sean his pants. “Well, I can say that's definitely one good way to spend an afternoon," he said. “Stuck or no, thanks to both of you for coming by." He looked over at me and gave me a once-over, followed by a grin. “And I might not mind having a go at you either."

“You couldn't handle me," I shot back, looking over at Sean. He'd got his pants on right as I looked over, meaning I only caught a glimpse of the hairless skin above the base of his cock. Damn. I made a note to strip him off again the moment I was able to.

“By the way," I said conversationally, closing the distance between me and the two strangers. Before they could react, my arms shot out, grabbing Cyril by the antlers and Silas by the ears and yanking them into twin headlocks. “When you see someone in a compromising position," I growled, lowering my voice dangerously, “ask if they need help before fucking them." I let them feel my claws on their throats for another long moment before letting them go. “You two have a good day, now."

Cyril stepped back, massaging his throat, but I couldn't help but notice that Silas was now rock hard again. He took a bit more time stepping back, panting slightly. I grinned at that. Looks like I wasn't the only one discovering a new kink.

Sean walked over to me and put his arm around my waist in a surprisingly natural gesture. I automatically put my arm over his shoulders. “If you'll excuse us," I said to the strangers who had thrust us together, and walked away, Sean leaning into me.

After walking along for a bit in silence, I spoke up. “That wasn't the way I pictured today going," I said.

Sean chuckled. “Hard to complain, though."

I looked down at him. “Would now be a good time to say I'd like to be more than friends?"

Sean lifted a hand to his mouth in mock shock. “Have you no decency? At least buy me dinner first!"

“Maybe I will," I mused. “But I did learn one thing today." I pulled him close. “I learned that you have a couple kinks to you. And one of them is that you like to be taken."

Sean shivered, his face flushing. “I… I guess that's true."

With a sudden motion, I bent down and scooped him up, lifting his slight frame easily. He yelped and put his arms around my neck to stabilize himself. I ran a paw down his back to cup his ass, feeling the dampness of the two strangers' loads that was leaking out of him. “I'm not done with you yet," I growled. “For the rest of the day, you're mine."

I'll spare you the details of the rest of the walk, and the drive back to my place. Suffice to say, I put him down so we could walk the three kilometres between us and the car normally, and we spent the twenty minute drive to my place in mounting excitement. While I was driving, I kept a hand on his upper thigh, running my fingers over the fabric right next to where his erection tented it out. From the throbs I could feel, it was driving him crazy.

True to my word, I picked him up and carried him to the house. I toyed with the idea of tearing his clothes off in the street, but it occurred to me that the neighbours might object to that a little. But the moment the door closed, I was on him, pinning him against a wall and kissing him hungrily while pulling at his shirt. He obediently raised his arms so I could pull it off, and I wasted no time in diving down to his chest, rasping my tongue over each of his pink nipples in turn.

“Oh wow, Alek," Sean gasped. “Where did this come from?"

I released his right nipple with a pop and grinned up at him. “Watch someone you've lusted after for years get fucked in front of you and tell me how well you can restrain yourself then."

“I'd like to imagine I'd have some-“

I silenced him by clamping a paw over his crotch. “Shut up," I growled. “Bedroom. Now." I gave him a smack on the rear for good measure when he turned to lead the way.

I barely managed to follow him down the hall without pouncing and taking him right there on the floor. But when we got to the bedroom, my restraint broke with a nearly audible snap. Sean turned around, mouth opening to say something, right as I planted a paw in the centre of his chest and pushed him down onto the bed.

I climbed on top of him and attacked his pants, pulling them off with my teeth. He was going commando, and his erection sprang out hard enough to thump off his stomach. I dropped his pants and stared at it for a moment, memorizing every detail. It was smaller than mine, but then again most cocks were. His was above average, definitely, but only just, uncut and completely hairless. I reached out and grabbed it, pulling his foreskin back to expose the pink head, leaned forward and rasped my tongue over it.

Sean jumped as my rough tongue sent a series of completely unfamiliar sensations through him. I didn't give him a chance to so much as gasp before swooping down and taking as much of his cock in my mouth as I could and bobbing furiously.

He thumped his head back against the sheets, grabbing handfuls of sheet in his fists, unable to do anything more than pant with each bob of my head. The taste of salt in my mouth from his pre got progressively stronger, and his pants advanced to whimpers as I got him closer and closer to the edge…

And pulled off, letting his cock twitch and throb in the cold air. He moaned, reaching down to stroke himself, but I grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the bed. “No touching yourself," I said. “I'm going to make you cum. Me."

He met my eyes and nodded, biting his lip in nervousness. I reached down and lifted his legs with one arm, exposing his pink, winking hole, and undoing my pants with the other. My cock sprang free, and I waste no time in moving forward to press it against his pucker, still wet with cum from earlier.

I bent over him, using one hand to keep my cock on target, and placed the other on his cheek. “I'm going to fuck you now," I told him. I knew my cock was bigger than either of the strangers' by a significant margin. And I also knew that he'd have no trouble taking it. But that didn't stop him from glancing down nervously, past where his untouched cock was leaking precum onto his stomach to where mine disappeared between his legs.

I pressed forward, and his hole opened around me. My head went in easily, followed by half of my shaft. I paused, savouring the feeling of his warm walls gripping me, and then started to thrust, sinking a little more into him each time. He reached up and twined his arms around my neck as my hips met his with a smack.

I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into me, pressing as much of his body against mine as I could. Sean responded by twining his legs around my hip, inviting me to go even deeper. And every one of those little things he did set me off even further. I growled and captured his lips with mine, bulling my tongue past his and pumping my hips with a rhythm to match the jackrabbit's. I wasn't going to last long like this, but I was past caring. I adjusted my angle so that every one of my thrusts slammed against Sean's prostate, and his whimpers and gasps turned into full open-mouthed cries. His untouched cock flexed against my stomach, leaving a trail of precum-slick fur in its wake.

“Mine," I growled, slamming into him harder, and burying my face into the hollow of his throat so I could drink in his scent.

“Ah! I'm… ah! I'm yours!" Sean gasped out, pushing his hips back against mine with equal fervor.

I gave an impassioned snarl and bit him where the shoulder met his neck. Not hard enough to draw blood, but more than hard enough to leave a mark. I was losing control, losing the rhythm of my thrusts, and so, so close to erupting.

I bit his scruff again and pulled him as close to me as I could, slamming home one final time before my orgasm hit. My cock pulsed and flexed before firing shot after shot of warm spunk into my friend… no. Into my lover. I pulled out and slammed back home with every pulse, feeling Sean's own cock twitch and erupt against my stomach as the pressure on his prostate sent him into his own orgasm, cum shooting from his untouched cock to soak my stomach.

Finally, my cock finished throbbing, after emptying what felt like a gallon of cum into Sean. I sighed in contentment and rolled us both onto our sides, keeping my cock inside him. I allowed my hands to roam downwards, cupping his delectable ass and feeling where my cock went into him. Out of curiosity, I trailed my hand around to his abdomen, and to my surprise, felt a slight bulge where the combination of my cock and cum distended his stomach slightly.

I purred in satisfaction, pulling Sean close and licking the hollow of his throat. Sean endured it with remarkable poise, especially since in the past he'd complained that my purring tickled like crazy.

“Did you mean it?" he asked suddenly.

I stopped purring and met his eyes. “Did I mean what?"

“You know. What you said about me being yours."

I smirked back at him. “I feel like I should at least buy you dinner first."

Sean smacked my shoulder, which was probably the only part of me he could reach with me holding him. “Smart-ass. I'm being serious."

I thought for a moment. “Are you okay with it?"

Sean met my eyes and nodded. I just kissed him in reply. I hadn't decided what I wanted yet, but for now, at least, I was more than satisfied.