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Okay so a fox, an otter, a husky and a wolf walk into an apartment. After a pawful of minutes, some bawdy chatter and a bit of maintenance, they're all naked and the first three are lapping at the wolf's cock and balls while he makes himself at home on a surprisingly comfortable armchair.

There's no punchline. That's just what's happening, and it's fucking great.

The fox, otter and husky lap at my shaft and balls, occasionally enveloping my tip in one of their warm muzzles, often rearranging themselves, trying out different positions and motions and oh fuck this is good.

I've never been in a foursome before. I was in a threesome once when I was a wild, high teen. I don't remember it particularly well, but I don't imagine it can compare to this.

Adrian takes point and moves his muzzle down over the length of my cock in one slick motion. I gasp and absentmindedly pet his hair as he works my dick. Damn, he has a fine, fuckable muzzle. I forgot quite how good he was.

Ryan's got a paw cupping my balls while the fox does his magic and Marty patiently waits his turn, staring at Adrian's slim, naked body as he does so.

Tonight has rapidly transformed from a first date with my best friend, to a foursome with my latest sex partner and his roomie. It's kind of fucked up, but maybe that's why it's so fun.

Amid shudders of concentration-destroying pleasure I beckon the otter to my side and lick at his sizable member as he settles beside me. It quickly hardens at the touch of my tongue so I open my muzzle and let him fill my throat.

"Not a total militant top then," he says and I motion a subtle nod. I may not be a switch, but I think any fag worth his salt is happy to suck a few dicks. Every guy needs a blowjob once in a while.

Ryan snorts at the sight of his roommate's cock in my mouth and grins.

"Sign me up for that next, I want to see how good he is." The husky says excitedly, and as my worldview is taken over by pubic fur, cock and otter hips I see his hungry eyes staring at me.

Single gay wolf to three naked guys vying for my attention in under a week. I should make a how-to video.

Marty lets out a low hum of contentment as I work my tongue and muzzle. I haven't given head for a while, but now that I've got a cock in my mouth and I'm savoring the taste of otter precum I remember just how fun it can be. That combined with the excruciatingly perfect blow I'm receiving from Adrian sets of alarms in my head. There's no way I'm going to be able to hold off from cumming for too long, and we're only just getting started. Luckily, going off the mood of the situation, I think I'll have plenty of chance to go again.

"I can tell he's a little rusty," the otter says in his airy, ever-polite voice as he thrusts deep into my throat. "But he's got a warm muzzle and a good tongue."

I move my paws down to Adrian and gently pull at him to suggest he gets off my cock. He looks up at me quizzically, with a disappointed frown. I almost try to explain it to him before my brain catches on to the fact that I can't do that with a big dick in my mouth.

Luckily Marty then pulls out and says: "your turn Ry, I can tell you're itching to get in there." He winks at the husky and moves to behind Adrian.

"Adrian," I say as Ryan's stiff dick magnetically draws itself to my muzzle, fighting against time to get my message across. "That was amazing. It's just that you were getting me too close. Needed a break."

He laughs briefly, and winks at me. Before he has time to decide where to focus his attentions next, Marty has a paw each on his cheeks and soon enough he's grinding his rump against the otter's freshly muzzle-wet cock.

Evidently wanting to go out with me doesn't meant he can't have fun with others. I mean, we're here, so really that should be obvious to me. I would be a total hypocrite if I let that bother me. Still, I kind of wish it was my cock between his cute cheeks right now and not Marty's. But I can't be in two places at once and by now a husky dick is making it's way into my muzzle.

For a while I let Ryan fuck my face and enjoy the wonders of my tongue, he isn't rough but he's assertive and he lets out more than a little pre as his cock tracks a hypnotic pattern back and forth across my tongue. I decide to take charge before he thinks I'm going to sub for him by reaching around to grab two pawfuls of his perfectly chubby butt cheeks. I take control of his movements by guiding him in out of me at a rhythm of my choosing. From his approving moans I know I'm not doing too bad.

Another approving, this time more effeminate, moan comes from Adrian as Marty enters him, his cock stuffed below Adrian's bushy wagging tail. Seeing the otter fill Adrian makes me wish I were in some grade-A butt right now. Good thing I can be. I pull away from Ryan's cock.

"What's up wolfy?" He asks, then he gets distracted staring at the two guys fucking on the carpeted floor of his apartment. "Your fox friend is hot by the way." His eyes glaze over for a second before he says: "Marty, not that I want to look like I'm taking your sloppy seconds all night, but I take dibs on that hot ass next, okay?"

Marty rolls his eyes, grins at the husky and keeps pumping his cock into the moaning red-furred fox as he returns his attention to his bushy tailed lay.

"Reserve dibs all you like Ryan, but I need your ass first," I say assertively. He examines my still-wet cock and whistles low.

"If there's one thing I don't argue with, it's good wolf dick." He says as if it's some kind of revelatory statement. "It's a personal rule of mine, you should try it out sometime."

No more talking. I give him a deep growl and before I know it his tailhole is hovering over my cock as I remain sitting on the plush armchair. It feels good to be king. I take his wide hips into my paws and nuzzle against the fur on his back, sniffing his scent and growling like crazy. The room smells of precum and sex and any sense of pretense is evaporated as if we've reverted to primal animals, obsessed only with self-gratification.

I lower his perfectly plump rear onto my cock slowly, savoring every moment as I slip deeper and deeper inside of him. Soon enough he's up to my hilt and pushing against my growing knot.

The room is thick with grunts, moans and the sound of hips slapping against cheeks. I decide to let Ryan ride my cock at his own tempo while I lay back and close my eyes. Everything melts away to be replaced with unfettered, unapologetic pleasure.

It may not be the first date Adrian or I were hoping for, but I think I - and Adrian going from the sounds he's making - would admit it's even better. Fuck, this husky feels so good. I'm so glad I met him.

Ryan works my cock like he was put on this earth to do exactly that. I mean Adrian's a great guy and I love him to pieces, as a friend, but if I'm being brutally honest I don't find him as attractive as Ryan. He doesn't have that same bouncy bubble butt jiggling up and down on my... oh fuck, if I thought changing from a blowjob to buttsex was going to make me last much longer I was so wrong. There's no way I'm going to hold out past another couple minutes.

It's now that Marty lets out a long, contented moan as he cums deep inside of my fox, who moans and hums happily as he's pumped full of cum. Once he's regained his composure Marty moves his muzzle down to Adrian's ear and whispers things there's no chance I'll hear, Adrian grins, then looks up. His piercing, vibrant eyes meet mine briefly before I tear my gaze away and return my focus to Ryan.

As fucked up as Ryan is, he excites me. I probably know Adrian better than I know myself, there's no mystery there. I know he wants us to be a thing, but right now I can't quite picture it. We've been such good friends for so long, the concept doesn't make sense to me.

Then again, as my focus momentarily fails me and I watch Marty as he whisper sweet nothings to Adrian, I see the fox laugh and it plucks a strange chord in my heart. Damn, that was a faggy way to put it, the fox is definitely rubbing off on me.

The thought is overridden by something more immediately exciting rubbing me off.

"Hey now, we can't let them have all the fun," Ryan's smooth ever-confident voice tells me, and then my heart's racing.

I run my paws down his back and grab his hips. I guide him into the ideal position halfway onto my stiff cock and thrust into him with primal, lustful motions.

He gasps and pants and his tail swishes erratically in my face, I keep up my pace and grab his tail playfully in my muzzle, careful not to hurt him. A growl builds up in my throat and my movements become simultaneously more jerky and powerful.

I let go of Ryan's tail to exhale a long breathy moan as I pull him onto my lap, careful not to knot him. I shoot thick strands of cum deep inside his beautifully bouncy butt, spurt after spurt. A stupid grin soon takes over my face and I loll back against the chair, relaxing my muscles as my cock squeezes out its last few drops of wolf cum.

I catch sight of Adrian staring at me with a strange expression on his face that infers a kind of distant curiosity. Ryan speaks softly of how good I was, turns as much as he can and locks me in a kiss. Adrian frowns. Hardly fair when he has a butt leaking Marty's cum. When Ryan breaks the kiss he gives me a cryptic, sexy stare, then lifts himself off my lap.

"You're a good wolfy," he says as he stands over me. My still-hard cock twitches. "But now I'm all pent up." He turns and bends down towards Adrian who looks up, wide eyed. "And your foxy friend is too."

I see a drop of my cum drip steadily from his hole, trailing down his dangling sack as Adrian gets to his knees. Then I'm watching my two prospective lovers make out.

If I hadn't literally cum about thirty seconds ago I would be so fucking ready to do it all over again right this damn second. Unfortunately I'm going to need at least a brief recharge time.

Adrian grabs Ryan's shoulders and pulls him to his knees as they're still locked in their make out session. Watching these confident, crafty switches feel each other out is sexy beyond comprehension. Ryan pulls back on the fox and they collapse into a lying position on the softly carpeted floor - the thought suddenly crossing my mind that it may need a thorough cleaning in the morning - with Adrian on top of Ryan. Still their muzzles are locked.

"Hey, Kale," I tear my eyes away from the canids at the sound of Marty's voice. He's stood up, next to the door to their shared bedroom, he's clutching something in one hand that I don't immediately recognize. "You smoke, right?"

I nod. "I didn't know you did though." My eyes flitter back to the fox and husky and my cock twitches again, tempted to watch Ryan's claim on Adrian's fluffy red rump come to fruition. I force myself not to stare and instead I stand up and turn to Marty.

"I only smoke this," he holds out his paw and it's immediately obvious he was clutching a couple of joints all along. I haven't smoked weed since college.

"You offering?" I ask with a smile. I wouldn't say no.

"Absolutely," he says, handing me one as I approach. I thank him but he brushes the words away with a dismissive hand motion. He points a thumb at the entangled, cum-filled guys on the floor. "And as much as I'd like to watch my roommate fuck your bestie, I need the break." I nod in reluctant agreement. "Plus I've always found a joint is a good way to get to know somebody."

We walk into the bedroom and Marty closes the door behind us, then opens both windows, despite us both being stark naked, to avoid stinking up the room or creating a mini hotbox. It's no big deal though, the windows are fairly high up and so is the apartment compared to nearby buildings, so nobody will be able to check us out. Not that it stops me checking out the otter.

His spent, well-sized cock dangles down over his balls and sways enticingly as he moves about the room. He has only a hint of pronounced musculature, but he's well kept and quite thin. His short, dark fur gives his form a certain sense of sleekness which I find enticing, despite my usual preference for guys with a little more meat on the bones. His butt is shapely too and I can already imagine what it might be like to hold his cheeks in my paws. Oh and that thick, uniquely-otter tail is a total cuteness overload.

Why do I have to know so many hot, horny gay guys? It's making everything so much harder. Pun not intended. Fuck it, I'm not complaining. Foursomes are fucking awesome, and if I am going to settle on one of the two canids fucking in the next room, then I'm glad I've had this chance to fool around tonight.

Marty pulls a lighter out of a nearby drawer and lights our joints one by one as we stand next to an open window.

I take a long, heady drag and blow the smoke from my lungs out into the night air. I feel a vague, prescient buzz as I watch the wispy strands separate and disappear into nothing in the darkness.

Marty does the same beside me, both of our heads leaning ever so slightly out of the window and into the cold. I consider saying something, but instead take a second drag, and a third. This time my inexperience betrays me.

The universe starts to lose focus, like I'm progressively moving backwards from HD to a chunky nineties TV set. Another couple hits and my consciousness lifts off, floats just above my body and looks around to examine the ridiculous situation I'm in. I start laughing and watch as Marty chuckles along with me darkly. He wears an expression of relaxed enjoyment, obviously more tolerant to the mind-bending effects of the weed than I am. He stands staring at the outside world, but I keep my eyes lazily concentrated on him.

We smoke in silence for - what feels like - the next thirty seconds, the world brightens and gains an encroaching sense of surrealism with the inevitable tick of time and lungfuls of smoke.

Abruptly the otter turns to me, taps some ash off the end of his joint, and says: "so, you're into Ryan then?"

"Yeah," I say. Words flow easily from me. "I think he's hot as hell, and somehow he likes me too. I just need to figure out what he wants from our, well... our whatever-we-have."

Marty nods slowly, takes another drag, frowns.

"If he wanted to go exclusive with you, be in a long term relationship, what would you say?"

It strikes me that Marty might be worried about it, if something like that happened then would he and Ryan still live together? They certainly wouldn't be sleeping together - I'm enjoying the fun for now, but I don't think I would be happy in an open relationship if I went long term.

All that aside, what would I say?

"Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. I haven't really been looking to settle, at least not yet, and at the moment there are some complications..."

I hesitate, still just about aware enough to not give information away about Adrian's feelings that he may not want airing in present company.

"Complications?"

He had to ask, of course.

"Yeah. I have some things to work out." I leave it at that and he doesn't keep pushing for more, which I'm thankful for. We smoke the rest of our joints and put them out in an ashtray on a bedside table. "Do you think that's what he wants?

"A relationship?" He asks in his perfectly spoken voice, I nod. His eyes drift across the room in an unseeing trance, then he sits on the bed. He looks unhappy, clearly the idea of losing his best friend and sex partner is hurting him and I begin to regret asking. In this moment I want nothing more than to make him smile, to cheer him up. I sit next to him. "He hasn't said anything about it, but the way he acts around you..." Marty raises a paw up to my naked chest and hesitates before making contact. I don't move or push him away; I just stare into and beyond his spaced-out eyes and smile warmly. His finger makes contact with my body and he drags it down my chest in a tantalizingly deliberate manner as he speaks. "You're not the same as his other flings."

"Then I must be doing something right." I say. His finger reaches the top of my sheath and then his paw gradually closes around both it and the tip of my cock, which is now once-again poking out.

My response wasn't particularly funny, nor is the situation but we both start laughing anyway. Soon it feels like there's no way we can stop, and then we're both quiet again. His paw hasn't let go, I'm starting to become hard all over again. I can't tear my eyes away from his. He can't stop looking at me. I lean in, tilt my head, and so does he.

Our muzzles lock and our tongue's mingle and then my arms are around him. And then I'm pulling us down so we're lying across the bed, legs dangling. He pulls free of my muzzle and takes a piece of me with him. He motions for me to move back so that my whole body is strewn across the plush surface of the bed, then follows after me, straddles me from a kneeling position and locks tongues with me all over again, making me whole once more.

I'm fully hard again and so is he, but there's nothing we'd like to do more than keep kissing. His tongue tastes like weed and cock and otter and for some reason I can't imagine anything more erotic. My paws run through his fur, exploring every inch of his body that I can reach. His tail brushes against mine and I twist mine around his, locking us together at two points.

We can't seem to stop kissing, and I'm beginning to wonder whether we're even separate beings at all anymore.

I have to remind myself that I hadn't even spoken to this otter before today. I don't really know Marty. We're just... we're just high, at a foursome and making out. That's all. Don't let this go any further than it needs to Kale. The last thing you need right now is a love square, I mean, how would that even work?

Eventually, after what feels like an entire age of civilization has risen and fallen, our kiss ends. It's a bittersweet feeling. He rolls off of me and we both stare up at the ceiling. We don't talk about it at all. He stands up and walks back to the window. I think I hear something like a sniff, but I say nothing. A few more moments pass and then I get up.

"I'm gonna go back through if that's alright." I say amid the quiet.

"No problem," he says tersely. I think I detect a tightness to his shoulders, but I don't bring it up. "I'll be through in a minute."

I open the door and walk through. The first thing that hits me is the overwhelming scent of sex, that and the sound of Ryan grunting in a more dominant manner than I'm accustomed to as he ejaculates inside of Adrian's muzzle, his paws on the back of the lithe fox's head. Ryan exhales as he finishes spurting, and then after another moment he pulls out of the fox's muzzle.

"You're really good at that," Ryan says.

"I know," Adrian says

They both laugh.

"Hey guys," I say, not at all awkwardly. They both laugh again and this time I join in.

"Where's Marty?" Adrian asks, standing up.

"Getting some air." I point through to the bedroom but don't turn my head, "he'll be back any second. Oh and, Adrian?"

"Yeah?"

"You missed a spot." I tap a finger on the side of my muzzle. The fox looks confused briefly until Ryan leans over and licks the errant drop of cum from his muzzle, the kinky bastard. Adrian giggles and Ryan aims a sultry glare my way.

"This is a view I'd never get tired of," Marty says as he enters the room, his eyes wandering over all of our naked bodies. He smells strongly of weed and I suppose I must too.

After a rare couple seconds of silence, Adrian speaks up with a pertinent question. "Does anybody else notice the distinct lack of dicks in holes going on right now?"

"You're absolutely right." Marty says, and I would be hard pressed to disagree. Not forgetting I had half-promised Adrian some wolf dick earlier tonight; he's had a quick suck but that barely counts. Then again he hasn't been able to get on top tonight either, which he might like to do. Eh, he's a fox. He'll get over it. Or, should I say, under it.

Adrian locks eyes with me and I take a couple of steps towards him, he moves up to meet me halfway and I lean in to kiss him briefly as we wrap our arms around one another. The motion feels natural as if I've been transported back two years to when we were so briefly together. There's a sparkle in his eyes as he smiles at me that contains every moment of every day of the years we've been friends. All that time he wanted more. What do I want? Tonight isn't helping with that question. Then again, no matter how it started, that's not what tonight's about.

Tonight's about very hot, very gay sex. Adrian's tail curls around our bodies and he nuzzles into my neck. I move my muzzle to his pierced ear and whisper: "you having a good night darling?"

Ryan makes an aww sound as we embrace. Out of the corner of my eye I see him turn to Marty.

"Aren't they a couple of cuties?" He asks his roommate.

Adrian moves his muzzle up to my ear and says, "not what I was expecting, but fun." He moves a stray paw to my rear and gives it a playful squeeze. "Even better now."

I growl at him in a subdued, low tone. "No access, fox boy."

"They really are," Marty says. He looks at Ryan with an oddly wistful expression, then seems as if he's about to continue speaking or make some kind of movement, but instead simply shakes his head.

"I know girlfriend, just teasing," he whispers. I move my paws to his rump, instantly feeling sticky fur but not letting it deter me. His butt is immaculately shaped and has a lovely cushiony softness about it, but lacks the attractive curvaceousness of Ryan's. Either way it's a damn fine rear. "I'm gonna have a sore ass tomorrow aren't I?"

"I'll make sure of it." I say. He giggles. "I'll happily take sloppy thirds on that, I told you you'd get some wolf dick tonight didn't I?"

"Only seconds, if you're just talking about my ass," he says as we disentangle. I file the comment away for later, intrigued, wandering what else the two got up to while me and Marty were out of the room.

He twists around, taking a couple of steps forward, his butt swaying just enough as he moves to keep my eyes glued to it firmly. I pursue, wrap my arms around him again and grind my member between his cheeks as he makes cute little yipping sounds.

"Ooh, this'll be my chance to watch your skills in action from a new perspective wolfy." Ryan says with a wink, I roll my eyes.

"You've already had the best perspective," I say.

"Doesn't mean I don't want to expand my mind."

Adrian turns his head again to stare into my eyes as if he's looking for something there. I lick the side of his muzzle and he grins, then lowers himself to the soft floor on all fours. I kneel down behind him and position the tip of my rock hard cock at his entrance, but before making a move I reach around and stroke his twitching member.

I hear hushed voices from the roommates but block them out to enjoy Adrian's hushed, elegant moans. Before I know what's happening Ryan's paw grabs my arm and moves it away from the fox's needy cock.

"What-" I start.

"We've thought of something a lot more fun." Ryan says, then he gets down to the floor, laying on his back. "I owe your fox friend a blowjob."

"You're right, that is more fun," Adrian coos as the husky scoots under him and laps at his dick. The fox shudders and lets out a long _ohh_sound.

"And you never finished mine," Marty says from above me. Then his hard member is pressed up against my muzzle and there's no damn way I'm going to say no. I didn't think tonight could get any sexier but here I am. I wouldn't be surprised if I woke up soon and it was Monday morning again and this was all a dream. But there's no way in hell that's true, I remember it all in glorious detail, not to mention the multitude of feelings, tastes, smells, sights and sounds I'm so intensely subject to as I open up and let the otter fill my throat with cock.

I'm kind of on enjoyment overload. It's like I've been blue screened. For the moment I have no idea what to do next or how. Time to reboot.

Work Marty's cock with your tongue and muzzle and get your own into place. Adrian's hole is already moist with Marty's cum so you'll have no problem sliding in. Damn, this is all so perfect.

I move my paws to Adrian's hips and take firm hold, focusing for the moment on him and letting Marty rut into my muzzle as he likes, which is thankfully at an idle pace as he watches me come to terms with my complex position. Adrian's occasional squirming, resulting from the muzzle working his cock, doesn't make it any easier. As I've learned quickly, anything involving Ryan is never easy.

Finally I slide deep inside Adrian's rump and he lets out a long moan at the same time as Marty grunts low above me. There would be more noises, but as me and Ryan's muzzles are full of cock the only other sounds are my hips bouncing against Adrian's butt as I thrust into him ceaselessly, more turned on than perhaps I've ever been before.

Settling into a rhythm, I move a paw to cup Marty's fuzzy balls. He makes a cute otterish growl and shoves his dick deeper into my mouth in response. I work my tongue all around it and bob my head back and forth on his shaft while I rail Adrian's ass.

The buzzing sensation lingering in my mind from the joint and my growing sense of tiredness from a long day conspire to make my head swim. Everything coalesces and congeals as a singular whole. The addictive sensation coursing from my dick through my body with every thrust, the taste of cock and pre on my tongue and the satisfaction of pleasuring another guy, the grunts and moans, the scent of sex and weed; all of it comes together to edge me closer to that idealistic, unrealistic concept of bliss.

It's Marty who reaches his climax first, obviously worked up from our time in the bedroom and enjoying my warm muzzle. He arches his back and takes hold of my shoulders, pulling my muzzle over the whole sizable length of his cock as he shoots his load into the back of my throat. Once he's spent he pulls out, and I swallow; he grins at me, gets to his knees and locks me into another long, tender, perfect kiss. Obviously he hasn't yet got tired of my muzzle and, to be honest, I haven't got tired of his either.

There's something about him I just can't quite put my paw on. It's like our muzzles are magically magnetized to attract each other, as soon our tongues meet I have no desire for them to part. If anything I find the kiss even more erotic than the cock.

Adrian squirms under me, obviously enjoying the pleasure he's receiving from both sides. I speed up my movements and with that, and Ryan's well-practiced oral skills, the fox shudders under me, sending delightful electric jolts of pleasure through my body as he fills the husky's muzzle with well-earned fox cum.

Once he's dry I grab his hips and concentrate on working his rear, still enjoying the taste of Marty's tongue. Ryan frees himself from under Adrian and sits up, licking around his muzzle. He looks down at Adrian with a look of contentment on his face, strokes the fox's lower back and runs his paw over the length of Adrian's lifted tail.

"So, yeah, it was really nice to meet you tonight Adrian," he says. Adrian begins to laugh but it turns into a moan as I deliver a particularly deep thrust. Ryan turns to see me and Marty making out and he raises his brow. "Marty, damn, you're making me jealous."

The otter breaks free and the sense of loss I feel is almost unbearable.

"You should be, he's really good at this."

"I know, that's-" Ryan cuts himself off and frowns as Marty comes back in to continue the kiss. "Well I can't blame you for having good taste, can I?"

We don't respond. The husky shifts his concentration to my knot as it bounces against the fox's hole. I consider knotting Adrian as my climax builds up inside of me. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't mind and there's no way I'm going to get off for a third time tonight - especially considering it's a fucking work night - so it wouldn't ruin the rest of the evening, but then again it would mean we're both stuck together on the floor of Ryan and Marty's home for a while before we'd have to get up and leave anyway. Best not to bother, either way he gets a load of cum and that's what really matters.

All the rich multitude of senses coursing through me lead me to my very edge. I finally pull away from the otter's muzzle with a tender motion and a thankful glance before letting the fox in front of me become my whole world. His pants and moans drive me crazy, and with my muzzle free I'm finally able to vocalize my arousal with my usual grunts and growls. His red fur and bushy tail stand out as beautifully bright and ostentatious against the pale, carpeted floor. Fuck it, he stands out against anything.

Staring at the contours and varied shades of color on his body, fucking his cute rear, I'm reminded of how much I love him. His friendship means more to me than any other damn thing in my life. Our friendship is so fierce that it obscures my mind when I think about any potential romance between us. He's like a brother to me, which I probably shouldn't think while I'm fucking him, but he's integral to my life. Whatever he says, whatever his assurances are, if I was his lover I could lose him. As a friend, we'll always be there for each other.

None of that changes how hot he is though, nor how cute he sounds under me. Even spent and tired he still works his ass masterfully, grinding against my crotch I as ride him, intensifying my pleasure. He loves me too, I can feel it, dammit he basically told me so himself. But it's not the same kind of love. He wants more than I know I can give. Regardless, I can give him this, and for tonight at least I can hope it's enough.

I know I don't have long left. I tighten my grip and let out a deeply satisfied grunt. Adrian pushes his butt up against me as far as he can, ensuring my cock goes as deep as possible with each thrust hilting him at the knot. His moans gain in pitch and his tail wags furiously. With shaky, perfectly imprecise motions I continue to fuck him as my body loses cohesion and stability in my final moments. A surge of intense pleasure blazes through me and I shoot my seed deep inside, strand after strand, with thrust after satisfied thrust.

I collapse on top of him, careful not to crush him in the process, and kiss the side of his muzzle. He smiles at me with joy in his golden eyes. It's just about as happy as I've ever seen him.

"They really are cuties," Ryan says.

We stay in that position for a couple of minutes, simply bathing in our post-coital glow, before we disentangle. Marty and Ryan are gracious enough to let us each take a quick shower and I make small talk while Adrian takes his. I let them know how great the night has been, resolve to meet up again and don't press for details. Marty pushes me to get his number down on my contacts, which I'm happy to oblige to, making Ryan laugh.

"You've got a good hustle going on here don't you?" He asks me facetiously, but the piercing nature of his glare makes me wonder if he means anything more by it.

Soon enough Adrian's out and I take his place, using my shower time to simply clear my thoughts and do my best to think of nothing. It just about works, and by the time I'm dry and back through, the other three are fully clothed. They all watch and make sassy comments as I dress, including several about how fuckable my butt looks as I work it into my underwear, which I'll admit makes me grin.

Me and Adrian say our thanks and goodbyes, he makes it known how nice it was to meet the two of them and then we're off. We walk together out of the building in silence, but as soon as we're out into the night he speaks up.

"Could I come sleep at yours tonight?" He asks in a casual tone. I let the words hang in the air for a moment as I digest the question. "I do mean sleep by the way, I'm pretty fucking worn out after all that."

I laugh and so does he, it's a light, joyful, delicate laugh that draws me in, I turn to him and incline my head.

"Of course you can Adrian."

His face lights up and so does mine.

It's going to take a while to process tonight's events and what it all means for my suddenly blooming love life, but for now I'll be happy to get some sleep.

"Thanks Kalie." He says in as soft a tone as I've ever heard him use. The words brush against me like a caress and I can't help but enjoy the tenderness.

"No problem, fag." I say.

He bursts out laughing.