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First of all, thank you to everyone who faved, voted, and commented on 'A Little Bi Between Friends'. It was great to know people enjoyed it! And, so here is the sequel. Some of it feels a little pretentious; commenting on feelings and experiences, restricting ourselves, and fear, but there should be enough humour and sexy times to enjoy beyond that! I had a friend help during the editing, and it would not even be in any condition to post if not for her help. As with last time, I hope you enjoy your read!

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After that night with Kyle, my sexy Dalmatian roommate, I felt as though a tension I hadn't been fully aware of had been lifted from me. Like a weight suddenly dislodged from my psyche I felt a little more free, a little more confident, and a little more...me.

After coming out as bi toward the end of high school, I'd developed a worry that it had been a subconscious call for attention. I had thought maybe other furs thought the same thing; that this unassuming little panther just wanted others to pay him more attention.

Of course, no one had said anything of the sort, there were no rumours, nothing. Not a peep, but casual support from friends and acquaintances.

But there was still the worry, and still the doubt. My own attention to how I felt, aware now of my romantic and sexual attraction to both male and female, made me nervous and self-critical. How could I be sure? It was obvious I'd needed to experience some guy on guy time.

The doubt had been crippling. I was an introvert, so approaching people or striking up random conversations with the goal of explicitly finding someone to experience my bisexual attractions was a daunting thing. The uncertainty just made it worse.

Kyle, my best friend, my roommate, and my sexy, spotty buddy had been there for me. It was relieving and validating. I had experience now, it may not have been vast or thorough, but I knew it was enough to continue to encourage me.

Encouraging was certainly the right word. I was building a house of confidence now, bit by bit, each bold little moment another brick. Our shared moment in the shower, shortly after the sex on my bed, was the first bold step I took to really find myself.

I'd run the hot and cold water in the shower, making practiced adjustments to the temperature for juuuust the way I liked it. There was a subtle burn in my tailhole and a faint throbbing of soreness that I enjoyed, in a kinky reflective way. It was short lived evidence I was happy to have.

Even the cum on my ass, and the streaks running down my thighs, matting my fur, felt a little sexy.

Leaning over into the shower space, adjusting the temperature, I heard Kyle padding up behind me. His hand gently closed on one of my taut cheeks and rubbed. It was casual, but still enough to encourage the beginnings of a rumbling purr in my chest.

"I could really get used to this view..." he said from behind me.

I glanced over my shoulder at his grinning muzzle, his eyes still locked on my ass, and swiped him with my tail.

"Ooo, kitty is still feisty, I see," his paw closed around my tail and I stepped back into him, "I bet I could fuck that out of you..."

That last part was whispered right into my ear and I shivered. Both his hot breath and the domineering passion in his voice kindled my recovering arousal. He bought his other paw around to my front and gently run circles around my abs, slowly rubbing lower, and lower, until...

The bastard chuckled and stepped away, swatting my ass with his paw. I yelped, jumping forward and turning to face him. Both of my paws cupped my cheek, rubbing to soothe the quickly fading sting of his paw, my ears turned down with embarrassment.

"There's plenty of time for more of that later," he stepped around me and into the shower. "Cleanliness is important."

I shook my head and smirked, joining him quickly. There was no way either of us were going soft in that shower. Not while we took the time and opportunity to slowly soap each other up, working a lather into each other's coats, kneading and massaging the muscle beneath. Despite the soreness, which I noticed was fading, Kyle's strong hands gently cleaning my thighs and tailhole had me relaxed and purring in no time.

I felt nearly boneless as he helped clean me, and I could barely hold enough in my mind to remember to repay the favour.

By the time we were both clean, I felt a surge of boldness and looked up into that spotted bastard's grinning face.

Gently and subtly running a paw, claws extended, down his front in a long and teasing scratch, I bought my other paw up to gently close around his generous doggy balls.

"Mmm, you know what?" I prompted.

"What...?" he replied, tongue lolling out of his mouth as I gently worked his balls with one paw, the other now closing around the base of his sheath.

I leant in closer, channelling as much seduction as I could. "I think it's time," I whispered up at him, nuzzling into his neck a little, and eliciting a moan, "I repaid you for earlier."

I dropped to my knees as carefully as I could, navigating the somewhat cramped space of the shower. Kyle put a paw on my shoulder to steady us both. Face to face with his generous endowment, I could see it swelling a little in anticipation, already beginning to lightly spit little spurts of his copious precum.

I continued to gently work his furry balls, while the other paw moved from his sheathe and slowly began to run up and down his smooth, thick length. Very careful to keep the claws retracted, when I reached the unique doggy tip, I ran a digit of my paw along the glans of his impressive tool, and toyed with the tip. Kyle groaned and more precum quickly spat and leaked over my paws.

Under my tender ministrations Kyle trembled, and I grinned. I ran my paw back down his length, and bought my muzzle in closer, extending my tongue to lap at the tip. The salty taste danced on my tongue. I sought out more of his dick to gently bathe and massage, mindful of the prickly nature of my tongue.

It became obvious it wasn't uncomfortable, quite the opposite, when Kyle's other paw gently held the back of my head, a subtle encouragement for more. Careful to let my lips cover my sharp teeth I slowly allowed more and more of his doggy dick to enter my mouth, trying to remember everything I had enjoyed from any blowjob I'd experienced before.

A combination of Kyle's subtle hip rocking motions, an almost uncontrollable reflex to seek out the pleasure of my muzzle, and my own head bobs, were quickly working up to a steady rhythm that brought more moans and groans from Kyle.

I remember looking up into his spotted face, his broad back obscuring the spray of the shower, and seeing his lustful expression, watching his own bright red doggy dick spearing into my muzzle, spreading my lips wide. I had only managed to get about half of his length into my muzzle, given his size, but my efforts were still enough.

"Rrrr, I'm gonna cum soon," he growled with pleasure, the sound making me shiver. "Better decide where you want it..."

Rather than making a conscious decision, I kept riding the high of sucking my best friend, and he seemed glad for it. His paw moved from my shoulder to take my paw, the one rubbing his generous and large furry balls, and instead bought it up to close around and gently knead his growing knot.

I had felt his knot just earlier, when it was being thrust and ground against my tailhole, before it was pushed inside and swelled to lock us together. Now watching it grow outside of someone's hole was nearly entrancing; I could feel it throbbing and pulsing beneath my paw as Kyle continued to encourage gentle squeezes and an enclosing grip.

His groans and growls reached a crescendo, his subtle rocking motions now quick snappy thrusts that had a near constant drool of precum and my own saliva oozing down my chin. Our paws closed around his knot as it began to throb mightily, and his hand around my head gripped with a sudden climactic tension.

Generous spurts of warm, salty, and slightly thicker cum began to shoot across my tongue and fill my mouth. And it definitely filled my mouth. His prodigious output continued for several seconds, during which I swallowed what I could, not averse to taste or texture - much to my relief.

But it became too much for me and I slipped his still spurting doggy dick from my mouth, keeping a firm grip of his knot. With a groan, Kyle took his other paw off my head and began to gently stroke his length. The first few spurts of cum that were not in my mouth instead painted thin lines from my nose to the top of my head, forcing me to close one eye.

Eventually Kyle angled his bright-red length downward and I took to gently rolling his furry nuts as his orgasm tapered off. Gently easing himself down to kneeling again, the spray fell onto both of our shoulders. Kyle had a dopey but undeniably pleased expression on his face.

"Connor, that was, I have to say..." he trailed off, still wearing his grin, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth in his adorable habit.

He noticed the lines of his cum painting my head and chuckled. To my surprise he cupped my face in both of his paws and leant in, running his long tongue up my face to collect and clean his marking.

I folded my ears back and squirmed at the cleaning, until it turned into another open mouthed kiss that drew out for several intimate moments. Reaching a mutual satisfaction, we helped each other up. Kyle stepped out shortly after, his softening erection returning to the safety of his sheath while I quickly cleaned any remaining mess from my fur and left as well.

After long moments of towelling ourselves off, a contented moment that seemed to need no words to express itself, we resumed normal nightly duties - brushing coats, brushing teeth - and took to our beds for some much needed and well-earned rest.

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The days and the week following were not filled with constant sex. It was simply not a thing either of us felt the need for. Our friendship had clearly moved beyond best friend status, into something unspoken but undefined. And neither of us felt the need to say anything about it or try to clarify it. We were quite simply happy to have each other and didn't need much more.

That's not to say that things just went back to normal. There were plenty more teasing and handsy moments that both of us delighted in. I noticed Kyle staring at my firm butt most nights, where the dress code was nothing but briefs, and so I made sure to bend over and pick up everything. The game was up when I couldn't hold in a chuckle at the low growl of lust I had heard from him one night, he quite clearly told me that teasing kitties would get a spanking and a thorough fucking.

I replied that I'd hold him to that idea, one night.

Kyle, while continuing his track and field, teased me with tight clothing and the need to stretch and flex at the slightest provocation. Yawning in the mornings he would stretch, shirtless, and spend a longer time than necessary running his paw through the spotted and toned fur of his chest and abdomen. I could recall running my own paws through that same coat, and it would leave me evidently aroused.

It gave me plenty of material for the occasional long showers where I needed to quickly take the edge off. Well, that and remembering the night of the party.

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The week after the party was interesting not just for our teasing and ogling. Alex, the sexy stag, had become a good friend of Kyle's, and by extension, a good friend of my own. He was a complete stud, tall and extremely well-muscled. Despite this, he had hardly a hint of an ego, except when present in any self-deprecating humour, and was just a pleasant fur to be around. Chill nights at the dorm Kyle and I shared quickly became a thing and I began to suspect that Kyle and Alex might have a thing going. My titillation and teasing of Kyle would receive its comeuppance when Alex came around one afternoon while Kyle was still at class.

Lounging around in the dorm in nothing but briefs, reading for enjoyment rather than study for a class, I was startled by a firm rapping at the door. Quickly pulling a shirt over my head, I had walked to the door and opened it, peeking my head around the side to protect my modesty.

I was relieved to be met with the tight, toned shirt of a sex stag and looked up into the grinning muzzle of Alex.

Giving a smile of return I opened the door a little more and walked back into the dorm. "Oh, hi Alex. I wasn't really expecting anyone to come over today..."

I heard the door close behind him as Alex had to no doubt duck to avoid catching his antlers as he stepped into the dorm. "Well I had some time to kill, since I'm pretty well ahead of my classes, so I thought I'd visit."

I felt eyes on me as I stepped over to the lounge and scooped up my book, remembering I was in nothing but briefs from the waist down, and no doubt giving Alex an eyeful. With a blush reddening my ears I turned back around, distracting myself with the book in my paws.

"Oh, well, Kyle isn't back from class yet..." I trailed off as Alex strode confidently up to me, inches away.

"Mmm, I know." He said, his deep voice gaining a lusty rumble.

"Oh?" I queried, playing coy for a moment to hide my embarrassment.

"Mmhmm. Kyle and I have a few classes together, we run track together, we're pretty used to each other's schedule by now." He stated casually. "In fact, we've been chatting. He had a lot to say about the night of that little party I threw together. Apparently the real party happened later. Here."

My ears folded back a little, embarrassment now clearly written across my face. "He gave you that impression did he..."

Alex chuckled. "He certainly did. So I thought when I had some time I'd visit a hot little panther and see if we could have a little party of our own."

I froze. This must have been a joke. Kyle had put him up to this, and being such a tease himself, Alex readily agreed. Kyle must have gotten his class off and was waiting somewhere in the hall to...

A large hand closed about my chin to pull my gaze up to his. "Kyle mentioned it was your first time with another male, I was thinking I could show you a little more...variety." He chuckled, and it was a no less sexy sound than anything else his muzzle was capable of forming.

Like a deer in the headlights...of another deer...I looked at him with wide eyes. "Why...me?"

He looked confused for a moment before his expression softened. "Probably for the same reason you ask that question. I like you, Connor. You're different from a lot of furs. I mean, to be fair, I've partied with a few furs. But I know my type." He took a moment to look me up and down salaciously. "And you're my type."

Gently taking my paws in his hands and moving the book down to the table beside the lounge, he drew me in until I was pressed against him. One hand still tipping my chin up to meet eyes, his other cupped the small of my back.

"I'm not making demands of you, here," he said, looking serious for a moment, "but I am here. I know what it's like to be a little unsure, to want a little validation of how I feel. But I think I know how you feel."

At that he rocked side to side a little, and I was suddenly aware of the lump of my growing arousal clearly pressing into his leg. There was almost no way my embarrassment could grow any deeper. Until I felt the press of his own, extremely generous bulge, on my hip.

"And from where I am standing, I think you know how I feel too." He grinned down at me unashamedly.

I let out an indignant chuckle but turned slightly. "I just...I don't know."

Alex took a long moment to consider me, still gently holding me in his strong arms, an embrace I wasn't about to leave any time soon. "You don't know? Or you do know?" He asked, quizzically.

Now I looked at him, confusion written all over my face. "I have no idea what that means. But I just." I sighed, having a hard time finding the right words.

"You're scared, right? Scared that you might want more from Kyle and this might close that door. Scared that furs might start to talk about you. Scared because half of this," a gesture with his arms indicated that he meant anything physical between us, "is half out of your control."

Well, damn. Yeah.

I nodded a little. "I guess."

Eloquence was not a concern when you've got a stud of a stag holding you, the big bulge of his arousal pressing into your hip...

Alex bought my chin up to meet his gaze once more. "Were you scared with Kyle? In the beginning?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I mean, I guess I was."

On reflection it was a scary step forward. I had known for some time that I was at least _attracted_to males for sure, but taking that first step in bisexuality had been scary. And incredibly rewarding.

"But it was worth it, right. Despite the fear, when you overcame it, it was amazing, right?" Alex asked.

I blushed and nodded, vividly recalling some of the passion of that night a week ago.

"Fear takes a lot from us in our day-to-day lives. But we gotta put it aside and let ourselves be free once in a while. We gotta let ourselves feel sometimes, you know?" Alex was looking at me intently.

It was a passionate idea, he sounded like he might be a little high, but there was a truthful ring to it. I knew there were times in life I'd been too scared to do something and watched the moment pass by.

Alex must have noticed that I was thinking. "Something to think about, maybe. We don't have to do anything but enjoy each other's company right now..."

I shook my head. "No, let's do this. I want to do this." Alex looked down at me, amusement curling his lips up into a smile.

"Oh, you want to do this, huh?" Alex teased before he scooped me into a hug, my feet well off the floor, carrying me into my shared room and over to the bed, sitting me down on the end of it. "Let's get you out of these then..."

He pulled on my briefs and I lifted my butt to allow him to slide them straight off. My growing arousal was about half out of my sheath, and Alex leant in to cup a hand to my prick and balls, gently rubbing and squeezing. I let out a moan, closing my eyes and leaning my head back, spreading my legs to allow him all the room he wanted.

"I'm ready to move onto some more...intimate matters if you are...?" Alex breathed, clearly getting worked up himself.

"Uh, yeah, let's..." I readily agreed.

Alex leant back to start working on the button and zipper of his tight jeans. I was surprised he hadn't just torn open the crotch already, judging from the size of the monster waiting to be released. I sat back slightly to give him room, spreading my legs a little more and allowing my barbed prick to spring up, flicking droplets of pre into the fur on my stomach.

By then Alex had worked his jeans down and off his hooves and was eyeing my body unashamedly, his strong tongue running over his lips in clear delight over what he saw. His own briefs, a white pair, looked like he was trying to smuggle two huge oranges and a large eggplant. The bulge was obscene but undoubtedly amazing.

I leant forward to reach for him but he intercepted my paws, pulling me up instead and locking muzzles with me. His hands roamed down my sides while I held his hips, coming to rest on my ass and kneading the tight buns. I moaned into his muzzle and I felt him grin.

I tried to get him back by reaching for the waistband of his briefs, but again he stopped my paws before I could reach my target and gently walked me back to the bed, letting me lower down onto it.

I made a groan of disappointment and he chuckled. "Uh uh, not yet. First, I want a taste of panther." He licked his lips again. "And if I'm judging Kyle right, he took the lead on your last adventure...Let's try something a little different."

I nodded as he lowered himself down to a kneeling position between my spread legs while I sat on the end of the bed. He leaned in closer to me, running strong hands up my thighs, gently massaging the muscle there in a way that had me loll back my head in pleasure.

As his hands worked into the meeting of crotch and thigh, moving slowly to cup my round, furry balls, and the other to gently close around the base of my dick, I couldn't tear my eyes away. I watched, biting my lip, as he slowly and tantalisingly began to work his hand up and down the barbs of my dick and gently caressed and rolled my sack.

My breath hitched as he began to lean in.

"Go ahead," the sexy stag said, leaning forward to present his impressive antlers to me, "take the reins, take what you need, show me what you need..." that last syllable was draw out, the breath blowing over the tip of my prick.

I sucked in breath at the erotic sensation. Reaching up with one paw, the other still pressed back to hold my torso up, I got a firm grip of his antlers. Then, with more confidence than I'd ever felt, I smoothly pulled the stag forward and onto my needy cock.

Warmth drew down over my barbed dick like a velvety and soft blanket, slowly and completely encapsulating me with a sensuous feeling I never wanted to leave. Then a strong and firm tongue met my shaft, teasing and rubbing my barbs and sending electric jolts of pleasure straight up my spine.

Gasping, I could barely maintain any semblance of grip on the antler, and firmly grabbed a handful of sheets with my other paw.

"Holy..." I could barely manage.

I'd had my dick sucked before - far from a blushing virgin here - but there was quite the difference, as I was coming to appreciate. The blowjob I'd gotten from Kyle the night after the party had been so much better than previous experiences, but even this was quickly overtaking that.

And Alex was obviously well practiced. Even with me guiding his muzzle on my prick, he was at ease, tongue working thoroughly, the suction unceasing. I felt my toes-curling, thighs trembling beneath his strong hands. He worked one of his hands up to cup my tight, round balls, stroking their shape with large but dextrous fingers.

I gave up keeping my torso elevated, falling back and retaking his impressive antlers in both hands, arching my back to drive myself deeper into his welcoming muzzle. Saliva dripped down my length, escaping the suction of his muzzle, and soaking my balls. Alex worked my now dripping, furry sack in gentle motions, and then began to work lower.

Using the saliva from his increasingly sloppy blowjob, he began to press his fingers gently into my tailhole. The combination of the warmth and suction on my barbed length and the gentle pressing and exploration of my rosebud was pushing my quickly to the edge.

Sensing this, Alex slowly drew back, clearly with other plans in mind. I gathered enough strength to look down my chest at him as he slowly and sensually drew of my prick, his strong tongue taking its time in lapping and retreating, enough that I thought for sure my mad throbbing would bring me to climax.

I groaned as Alex drew back enough to spare me from unloading, looking at him with mild confusion.

"As much as I'd love a muzzle full of kitty cream, right now what would really work me up for a good fucking, is some barbs in my tailhole," Alex stood, turning slightly to present a bit of his own rump, tail hiked to show off the round globes of his incredible ass. "Think you're up for it?"

Catching my breath I propped myself up. "Are you kidding...I'd love to fuck you." Alex beamed in response. "But...I mean, I might not last long after all that..." I gestured to my dripping and saliva-soaked maleness.

Alex snorted. "You're perfectly primed for a good fuck," Alex countered.

"Besides, you don't have to try and impress me now." Alex helped me to my feet with barely any exertion, hands closing around my butt, "I'm already impressed."

Smirking, I reached around to smack one of his cheeks, still in his white briefs, and the firm muscle stung my hand as much as it may have stung his ass. I kept my paw there, rubbing and squeezing firmly.

"How do you want me?" Alex asked letting out a low moan as I continued to knead his firm ass.

"On all fours...?" I ventured, a little unsure.

"Mmm, let's do it." He agreed.

He spun us around so that he could get to the bed and made a quick show of lowering his briefs and freeing his trapped monster.

And that was the right word. To my surprise Alex had a humanoid cock, a rare thing among furs. The broad head of his cock was human shaped and had a reddish pink colouring, the rest of the skin was tanned, like his coat. He appeared to be uncut, his foreskin tucked behind the glans in obvious arousal. Beneath hung the huge balls of a clear stud, the fur tight across their size.

Slowly, Alex turned to the bed and crawled atop it, on all fours, presenting the firm globes of his glorious ass to me.

"One sec." I darted across the room, retrieving the lube from Kyle's nightstand, and returning while working some into my hand.

Lubing the digits of my paw I began to work the slickness about his tailhole. He shivered at the cool liquid, his tail quivering in an adorable way, like a sensitive little flag above his butt. Exploring further, I pushed my digit through the tight resistance of his rosebud, gently and slowly working through the muscle. Alex groaned in pleasure, his head thrown back a little as he surrendered himself to my priming ministrations.

Working up to a second digit, applying a little more stretch, I continued, slowly and thoroughly running them through his tailhole. When I had worked up to three digits, Alex groaning with unabashed pleasure, arching his back to better present his irresistible behind to me, I was ready to prepare myself. Applying a generous amount of lube to my length, I hissed with pleasure and sensitivity as I worked the somewhat cold liquid across my hot length.

Dropping the lube off to the side, I crawled up onto the bed and knelt behind Alex. He was a good deal taller than me, but he spread his legs a little wider to present himself better, and I slowly notched my barbed prick to his primed tailhole and began to ease it in.

I was no virgin, having spent a few nights with my high school girlfriend, but it was clearly a different kind of sensation. As I slowly eased my length into his rosebud he clenched gently at intervals, making me periodically gasp.

When I was fully hilted, I leant over his broad and muscled back, my paws running up and over his shoulders to grasp him. With synchronous groans I began to rock forward, easing my cock back before pressing it back in. Alex's voice hitched into a gasp as I pulled out, my barbs lightly raking his insides. His muscles clenched and massaged as they were stimulated, serving to better stimulate my needy maleness.

"Mmmmmm," I groaned, "I don't think...I'm gonna last very long."

Alex was much tighter than what I'd experienced before. Not that past experiences had been awful, far from it; this was a pleasant difference I could definitely look forward to again.

"Rrrr, give it to me, Connor, don't hold back!" Alex all but growled, eagerly pressing back against me.

Hands grasping his muscular shoulders for leverage, I began to work myself faster against him, spearing his tailhole with my barbed prick faster and faster. His sudden gasping moans only spurred me on, my barbs working his muscles from the inside in pleasant spasms that worked my length in a feedback loop of utter bliss. The slapping of my hips against his firm behind was a constant and loud clapping noise that could probably be heard from the hall outside our dorm, but we were beyond caring.

Keeping pace with firm thrusts into his ass, I bought one of my paws down from his shoulder and around his front, all but hugging myself to his back as I continued to fuck him. I ran my paw down, into the crease of his hip and thigh before running it up his impressive length.

I didn't quite have the leverage, or the experience, to continue to stroke him, so I leant back to work myself into a squat. With better leverage I continued my thrusts, building into a near blur of speed as I allowed myself to build towards a climax.

With a roar of pleasure I threw my head back and thrust as deep as I could, my balls drawing tight to the root of my sheath as I spent myself into the depths of Alex's tailhole. Even as absorbed in my own climax as I was, I could still hear a mighty gasp from Alex draw out into a long moan.

Spent, I eased myself back down into a kneel and briefly draped myself across Alex's back. I expressed my post-orgasmic high with a pleasured huff and heard my sexy stag chuckle in response.

Purring, running my hands through his soft coat, particularly around his hips and his firm buns, I eventually drew back. My softening cock slipped from his ass with a messy sound and a brief gush of my seed.

I eased off the bed to stand on slightly wobbly legs, surveying my work with a proud little purr. Alex stepped back himself, standing and stretching with his hands pressed into the small of his back. With a pleasured groan he rubbed a hand over his rump and looked over at me.

"Boy I needed that." Alex chuckled.

I grinned at him stepping forward to allow him to pull me into another embrace. He did so readily, claiming my muzzle quickly with his own, our tongues meeting with an undiminished passion.

Eventually he pulled back. "You ready?" he emphasised ready with a squeeze of my tight buns.

There was a chill nugget of nervousness in my stomach thinking about what he meant, but I wasn't going to let this moment pass by. "Yeah, uh, how do you want me?" I smirked, mirroring his words from earlier.

He grinned down at me with lust filled eyes. "Let's start on all fours..." he trailed off with a firm squeeze on my butt that made me jump in his arms.

I gulped. Start.

As Alex guided me over to the bed and scooped up the lube, I crawled onto all fours, and much like he had done earlier, presented myself before him.

Looking over my shoulder, a little nervous, I saw Alex approach with slickened fingers. Even knowing they were coming, the sudden touch of cold on my tailhole had me mewl in surprise. My mewl turned into a surprised yelp when a stinging hand came down upon one of my cheeks suddenly.

I glanced back again to see Alex smirking, before he made a soothing sound, and while still using his rather large fingers to spread my tailhole, used the other to softly squeeze and rub my butt.

The sting of the spank faded a little into a throb, which was massaged away by Alex's tender ministration. In truth, it wasn't an objectionable pain, either, it was just the suddenness that had startled me.

"Mmm, such soft, tight, panther buns..." Alex trailed off, continuing to work his fingers inside, while the other kneaded the muscle outside, "I can't wait to spread you."

I felt my ears tuck back in embarrassment. I was learning that dirty talk and very frank discussion was a quick way to embarrass me, and I felt it only natural, really, when on all fours before a stud eagerly commenting on the soon to come spread of my tailhole...

Another quick spank had me gasp and clench down on his moving fingers, trailing off into a groan. Alex withdrew briefly, before more cool liquid returned and I found he was pressing in with more fingers than before. I hissed a little at the stretch, my paws clutching the sheets and my tail no doubt hiking high into the air.

Smooth, wet lips touched the sting of my buns and sought to chase away the quick-fading, but smarting pain. One kiss turned into many sloppy kisses and licks across the smooth fur of my taut and spread cheeks. Little nips drove me to gasp and clench down on Alex's fingers as he thoroughly worked the lube into me. Twisting his fingers slightly he pressed down into a little spot of pleasure inside that had me seeing stars, I arched my back and moaned unashamedly; the most whorish sounding moan that had ever been driven from my mouth.

Falling to my shoulder I clapped one paw over my mouth with embarrassment. I heard Alex chuckle from behind me, withdrawing his fingers.

"Don't hide those moans on my account. I love to know I'm doing a good job." He said, full of smug confidence.

I heard shuffling, and then Alex drew near to the side of the bed, his size meaning that remarkable cock of his was at eye level.

"I thought you might want a little taste before we get to the next part." He grinned down at me, but he was still no less friendly, and no less endearing.

I nodded, licking my lips. I'd been curious and ready to get a taste the moment I saw him. Shuffling forward a little, coming to my knees on the bed, I was still within perfect reach of his gently throbbing maleness, such was his impressive form.

I reached up a hand and found, again, I couldn't close it entirely around his cock. It was thick enough that there was a gap between my digits as they wrapped around his length. Leaning in, I guided the head to my muzzle and opened wide, my tongue leading the way. The taste of his slightly salty, heady maleness was different from Kyle's for sure. Whereas Kyle was a near continuous output of his generous pre, Alex offered teasing hints at it, leaving you with a mouthful of no less pleasant, meaty dick.

I moaned slightly as the thickness of the head forced me to open wider, my tongue comparatively small, but eager to please. As I moved my tongue about, running over and polishing the broad glans, I rubbed it on the underside, and was reward with a heavy dollop of salty pre in response. Beginning to bob my head a little, leading the way with a stroking paw, I satisfied my taste for stag, and primed Alex further.

Eventually he stepped away, and part of me was a little disappointed, but there was anticipation for what was to come. He stepped back around to the end of the bed and I began to get a little restless, arching my back, presenting myself as best I could for him.

I heard the click of the lube again, and the wet sounds of it being worked over his cock, before it was discarded, and two large hands found my hips and dragged me back a little. Now with half my shins and my back paws hanging over the end of the bed, I felt something hot, heavy, and long land in the crack of my ass and extend past the point where my tail met my rear.

Grasping my buns in his large hands, he pushed my butt around his length, and rocked gently, hotdogging his cock in what I felt was a rather dominant way. And I couldn't help but love it. Despite myself I moaned, and that seemed to satisfy Alex.

He withdrew a bit, the large head of his cock, slipping down my crack. With a practiced motion he notched his broad head to my rosebud, and then began to slowly press in. I groaned as the stretch returned, the lube aiding in the efforts of that large cock to push inside. Alex paused when he had managed to work the head inside, giving me a moment to acclimate myself with stretch, before he continued to slowly work his way in.

For several long moments I felt only a firm grip on my hips and a constant, persistent stretch of a throbbing cock pushing through my tailhole. And then Alex's hips met mine and I felt his huge balls pressing against my own and against my inner thighs.

We groaned, together, as Alex pressed in and ground his hips into my rear.

Slowly Alex drew back the throbbing mass of his maleness leaving an emptiness as it retreats. There was a long pause, with nothing but the head of his cock in my ass, before I became restless again. Squirming a little I tried to press back, but Alex held me in position with his strong grip. I heard a slight chuckle and glanced over my shoulder.

"Mmm?" I questioned, not trusting words in this moment of temporary respite.

He met my question with a grin and a gentle clap of his hand on my ass. "You want more?"

My ears tucked back with embarrassment, and I lowered my eyes briefly. Of course I did! But saying it aloud...

Spreading my butt with his hands, Alex flexed his dick, enough to pull on the ongoing stretch of my tailhole. I groaned with pleasure.

"Rrr, yes, you bastard. Yes I want more!" I managed to growl out.

"Let me hear you then." Alex groaned out as he pressed in again.

I gasped at the peak of his thrust and descended into unabashed moans when he began a subtle rocking motion. In less than a minute, spurred on by my constant moans, Alex quickly built up to some serious thrusts, long and consistent thrusts that had my toes curling and my back arching.

Alex's dick was thrusting over that same pleasurable spot he'd teased earlier, especially when he angled his hips slightly, pressing down and maintain his long and consistent fuck. But Alex was not content with a simple fuck. After a few minutes he changed his tempo and began quick, snappy thrusts that had his hips clapping off my ass.

I cried out, in pleasure, and a bit of startled pain. His length and thickness, moving so fast and deep, was putting quite a strain on parts of my insides I'd never felt before! Moving back a little for shallow but quick thrusts, the pain quickly faded, and he drove back in deep again. The changes of tempo and the areas of my tailhole being stimulated were driving me crazy with pleasure.

A renewed change in pace and angle, sent his huge balls swinging and clapping off my thighs as well. The erotic stimulation of his fucking motions drove me over the edge before I was even aware I was reaching it.

Dropping down to my shoulders, face buried in the sheet, I reached back to grasp my barbed prick and stroked myself to another orgasm. Ropes of cum streaked down and onto my sheets as I cried out. Even through the overwhelming buzz of my orgasm I could hear Alex groaning as my clenching tailhole suddenly tightened.

Purring, I weakly managed to push myself back up onto all fours. Alex had slowed to a stop, his huge cock still deep in my ass, and was slowly rubbing his hands around my taut ass.

"Intense?" Alex suggested, beginning rock again slowly.

I moaned softly at the returning pleasure beginning to build again. "Yeah..." I managed.

Surprisingly, Alex began to withdraw. The sensation of that large cock leaving the confines of my tailhole caused me to gasp and immediately miss it. There was an obvious soreness to my rump, for sure, but the emptiness was a notable disappointment.

"I wanna see your face when I cum, turn over." Alex said, already moving my hips to help me over.

He rolled me over away from the wet spot I had created and pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. Now my ass was hanging off the edge, but not for long as he raised my legs up. His shoulders were too tall to rest my knees on, so we angled slightly as he used one hand to take his huge cock and meet my tailhole again.

I moaned and threw my head back as he pushed back into my ass again, stretching me wide and pushing over the pleasure spots within. Holding onto my thighs, with my knees notched over his forearms, Alex began to thrust again, this time easily able to change the angles of his thrusts, and built up to a quick pace.

I could only clutch the sheets, squirming and writhing in pleasure, as I held on for the rest of the ride. Alex was quickly working himself to his own climax, his thrusts growing quick and ragged, his practiced form given over to need. When I could look up at Alex it nearly sent me over the edge again. This stud of a stag was working himself into my ass, grunting and exerting himself in a way that flexed and expertly demonstrated his prominent, toned muscles. With his climax looming Alex shifted his grip down to my hips, leaning forward to put more power into his thrusts, leaving me mewling and squirming on the bed.

Alex thrust forward a final time before he threw his head back, his grip tightening on my waist as he gently rocked himself through his orgasm. Warmth blossomed seemingly in my guts as Alex spent himself deep within, and I wrapped my legs about his waist as best I could. His generous load was beginning to back up, and trickles began to escape the stretched rim of my tailhole to make a mess of his huge balls, and drip down into the base of my tail.

We rode out his climax entangled, desperately gripping one another. I watched as he trembled slightly over the top of me, his eyes closed, his breath coming out in an exultant sigh.

When he did open his eyes he beamed down at me with a warm smile. I ran my hands up his chiselled abdomen, running my digits through the short tufts of fur on his chest.

Panting slightly, Alex leant down a little more, crossing his arms over my head. He met my muzzle with his own for a slow, sensual kiss.

"How do you feel?" He whispered, nuzzling into my neck, mindful of his antlers.

I took his muzzle in my paws, kissed him firmly, before saying, "Free."

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When Alex carefully removed himself from my tailhole I gasped and there was a generous flood of his cum. Thanks to our combined efforts, the sheets would need to be _thoroughly_cleaned. A familiar soreness and worn sensation throbbed in my rear, but, as before, it wasn't unpleasant. While Alex busied himself with cleaning his mess and running a shower, I basked in our thorough and great fuck, stretching and lolling on the bed for a few moments.

Our showers were taken somewhat separately, only because Alex had to be careful with his antlers and the shower Kyle and I had was somewhat small. In what little overlap we dared to risk, I enjoyed the feeling of his strong hands helping to just clean the mess from me. It was a very short shower. When I finally towelled off, and found a clean pair of briefs to don, Alex was in the kitchen helping himself to bottled water. The tap water in this state was awful tasting.

Tail swishing I sauntered over to the fridge and helped myself to a bottle of my own, making sure to take one from a lower shelf.

I heard Alex chuckle. "Someone clearly enjoyed themselves."

I twisted open the bottle and took a long drink. "What can I say, you were a thorough and persuasive stud, who wouldn't?"

Alex suddenly looked a little unsure of himself, and it was strange to see on such a normally confident and easy going stag. "Look, it's gonna sound a little weird. But I have to make sure I say it, things have gotten messy in the past..."

He rubbed the back of his head, uncomfortably. "I'm not looking for a partner, or anything long-term. Not to say I didn't have a great time, it's just...sometimes people expect more."

"A fling then? A one-time thing?" I tried to help clarify, carefully keeping my voice neutral so I didn't unconsciously guilt him.

He chuckled, despite the seriousness he was trying to maintain. "I wouldn't say a one-time thing..." he shrugged, "but nothing serious. I hope I don't disappoint you, or ruin the moment, but it needs to be said."

He looked at me searchingly and I smiled. "Don't worry, I don't think I'm looking for that just yet, either."

That seemed to relieve him, and I was glad for it. Because it was true, the more I thought about it. If I was making efforts now to catch each moment as they came, I didn't think I could invest the time and effort into another fur as much as they deserved. The time to settle down, commit myself to another fur, that would all come later. And when it did, I wanted to make sure I could really commit. Because that's the kind of fur I would want to be.

After some casual chit-chat that followed, and a simple hug that felt almost chaste, Alex was gone. I returned to the lounge, sat down and winced slightly, before carefully arranging myself and scooping up my book again.

Kyle should be home in less than an hour...

* * *

I was in the kitchen, the electric kettle having just finished boiling, when I heard the door open and close. I finished spooning some instant coffee powder into the mug and poured the hot water and milk in, stirring the coffee into its quick final form.

"Hey, buddy." I heard Kyle step into the kitchen behind me, moving in to hug me from behind.

Not uncommon, but it was becoming more common with the kind of open and physical relationship our friendship had turned into.

"Hey..." I chuckled, until I felt him tense in his hug.

Kyle started sniffing and I felt my guts clench. "You smell like...stag. Why...Oh." I put the mug on the counter.

Kyle stepped back, letting me turn around, and he frowned as he saw the look on my face. "Kyle, I...Alex he came around and we were talking and then he was just, he, and I..."

"Connor! Hey!" He suddenly cut off my rambling, taking hold of my shoulders with both paws, looking me dead in the eye. "Connor, it's ok. It's totally ok!"

I looked up at him, concerned, and still a little panicky, but he had a grin on his face. "Really...?"

"Yes!" He pulled me into a hug again. "Dude, seriously, chill. We're best buds, always will be, we just throw each other some tail here and there. You know, friends with benefits thing." He said this with waggled eyebrows that looked ridiculously on his handsome, spotted face. "I'm not gonna get all jealous on you, don't worry."

I melted into the hug, reassured again. I should never have even doubted him.

"I mean, really, who could resist? Alex is a total stud. No surprise you'd slut it up for him, eh?" Kyle teased.

I struggled out of the hug, slapping and backhanding his toned chest and arms. "How dare you! I'm not a slut!" I feigned outrage.

Recoiling from the little outburst with a chuckle, Kyle shrugged. "Alright, alright, calm down! I'm sure he just charmed you with his impressive muscles and his big dick, right?"

I nearly choked with laughter, still paradoxically a little weird around frankly describing someone's 'assets'.

"But hey, listen, it works both ways, right." Kyle seemed suddenly serious. "If I start spending a lot of time with someone else, you can't get jealous as well."

I was a little shocked at the sudden seriousness, and was carefully weighing responses when I noticed the slowly growing smirk Kyle was fighting to keep under control.

"Because," he continued, "lately I've been fighting furs off with a stick. I mean, just so many drooling after me. And who can blame them? I mean really, look." He took a moment to flex, not an Adonis, but still deliciously toned, and certainly stud material. "See what I mean? I'll give you some time of course, let you get used to things, but sooner or later, my friend, you're gonna need a life raft or else you'd drown in all the tail coming in..."

I shut him up with a punch to his arm and he finally dropped the mock seriousness with a huge grin.

"Well, spotty boy, you let me know if I need to hire a lifeguard to watch over you when the time comes." I turned away and continued to fix my coffee. "In the meantime..."

I turned around and slowly raised the mug to my lips, sighing and smacking them together with the taste, before playfully letting my tongue run around the lip of the mug. Kyle watched, intrigued.

"Let me know exactly what this benefits situation might en-tail..."

His fixed look on the mug and my tongue broke with a groan, and I cackled victoriously before walking into the living room.

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