Keeping Up
Recovering from a failed relationship, whatever the reason, can be one of the hardest things to do, especially when it's the little things that remind you of your ex. Like when he shows up at the same sex club as you...
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: THE FOLLOWING IS EROTIC FICTION. THERE ARE KEYWORDS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THEM, DON'T READ THE STORY. THANK YOU!
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Keeping Up, Copyright 2010 by Whyte Yote
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"Would you be mad at me if I said I felt dirty?" Tull asked the coyote sitting next to him in the pickup.
"I would be incredulous, but not exactly mad," Iktomi replied, leaning back in the passenger seat to stretch, his T-shirt pulling up over his thin, creamy belly. His tail was wagging, and even though Tull couldn't see it he could still feel it whapping up against his behind the seats.
"But you'd still be pissed if I turned us around and decided to go to Muzzles instead, right?" The raccoon stared out the windshield, watching for movement inside the nondescript cookie-cutter house midway down a street filled with cookie-cutter houses. Muzzles was where he could blend in. Be anonymous. Maybe get drunk, if he acted straight and got enough pity alcohol from the bartender. But Ikky's eyes were practically drilling a hole in the side of his head; even in the dark they shined golden.
The coyote tapped claws on his armrest. "I'm not saying I wouldn't be disappointed. But I would make you pony up about ninety dollars for a deep-tissue massage at my regular day spa. Because that was my main reason for coming out here. You just happened to be free, and I felt that maybe...maybe...you would do well to get the fuck out of your little apartment for a change."
Tull's ears fell back with the sudden rush of resentment, but he stilled his tail. Iktomi's mentioning of the "little apartment" brought back memories of moving into that apartment, which brought even more memories of moving out of the duplex, which brought...stuff he crammed back into the rear of his mind the way his possessions were crammed into that one-room space on the other side of town. "No, no, it's okay. I'm just being a dick and resisting the idea that I deserve to have some fun."
"If nothing else, there's a freakin' hot tub in the garage," said the coyote. "If you were at the club, you'd be messing your back up trying to dance, and then you would go home sore and disappointed. And I dare you to leave in a bad mood after tonight." Ikky did have a point. The raccoon was being a bitch, plain and simple, and if he wanted to ruin the evening for himself he could. But it would be a tremendous waste of time, just another night left rotting in the doldrums of what passed for Tull's life. He didn't want to sit with that too long, so he took his keys from the ignition and jangled them at the coyote.
"Ready?" Iktomi masked his surprise well and nodded, opening his door.
"I tell ya, just get over yourself a little and relax."
"No promises. But I'll try."
"Good boy."
"Don't patronize me," Tull grumbled, but he couldn't make it sound serious enough. Ikky knew him better than that. The coyote led the way to the front door and rang the bell. Almost immediately, a short fox opened up, his muzzle crooked into a crafty, broad smile.
"Ikky! It's been a minute, hasn't it?" The fox bent over the threshold and kissed each of the coyote's cheeks before continuing in a light Hispanic accent. "And who's this fine, soft fellow?" Tull bristled at the mention of the word "soft." He wasn't the thinnest guy, but did the fox have to mention it so...brusquely? He could also swear he heard Iktomi giggling under his breath. Maybe it was the fact that the fox was wearing a purple Speedo and nothing else.
"Rafel, this is Tull. He gave me a ride out here, so I'm paying his way for the night. I need your beau's expert paws on my back..."
"And other places, I'm sure, eh?"
"...We'll see how it goes. And Tull's life has been boring lately. I'm trying to pry him out of his little coony shell."
Rafel gave Tull a look that the raccoon knew was more than flirty--lustful, even--and openly sized him up. "No problemo there, my friend. Come on in." The little fox ushered them in the door, closed it behind them and wasted no time getting a firm, hard grip on Tull's ass. "You're not gay at all, are you?" he asked sarcastically.
"Birth defect," the coon answered tersely, a little more forceful than he'd intended. He was used to the curiosity of his purple fur, but that didn't give some diminutive Hispanic lush fox an excuse to cop an unwarranted feel.
"How did God see fit to bless you with such a beautiful coat, Daddy?" The paw moved to the cleft of his buttocks, fingers framing the base of his tail.
"God hates me."
"Rafel, don't freak him out on his first visit," said Iktomi.
"Only visit," said Tull.
"Don't rule it out," said Rafel. His paw was gone. The coyote signed his name on the sheet, marked Tull's name as a guest, and dropped thirty dollars in the Mason jar on the side table. "You two have fun!" The fox waved as he sauntered off to the kitchen, his tail held in a perfect position to tease the raccoon. Tull was not impressed.
"Is he like that all the time?"
Iktomi rolled his eyes. "You'll be glad to know that he is. Doesn't matter species, weight, whatever. I think half of it is just making a good impression of the house for the members."
"He lives here?"
"Yeah, he and his boyfriend Sein hold the mortgage, but they only occupy the master suite. The house is more Men's Club than home sweet home. You want the dime tour?"
"Why the hell not..." the raccoon mumbled, knowing he might as well. The house was pretty big, by master-planned neighborhood standards, and consisted of a single rambling story. Its style was contemporary, looking very much like it was designed by a couple of gay guys. The master was, indeed, the only room that looked livable, and could have been mistaken for a private space if it weren't for the towels, condoms and lube sitting off to one side for members who wanted a king bed to fuck on.
Sein's massage room was down the hall, across from one of two bathrooms (equally gay), and Ikky poked his head in to introduce Tull and make his reservation with the large, beefy tiger who was playing Warcraft at the moment. The second and third bedrooms were nothing more than beds with televisions playing porn, and the rhino jacking off in one didn't mind their presence enough to keep from coming all over his lower belly. He did manage a husky, "Don't mind me," though it was too late by that point.
"And now, the piece of resistance," Ikky said, butchering the French language and leading Tull into the garage, though it looked more like a sex dungeon than anything else. There was a television, of course, various chairs and bedding set up for spur-of-the-moment couplings, two leather slings suspended from the rafters, a sauna in the corner, and a Jacuzzi over by the garage door. Tull thought it would be very unfortunate, as well as very funny, if someone tripped the switch to open it. "The sauna doesn't work yet, but people still use it for privacy."
"And how often do you come here?"
"Once every couple of weeks," the coyote said, stripping off his shirt. "Most of the time I just get 'massaged,' stay in the tub for a couple hours, watch other people get it on, maybe paw some guy who's sitting next to me. No big deal."
"They must go through a lot of filters."
"Rafel puts a new one in every week." Tull's attempt at a joke had failed miserably, the coyote having walked right into it and buried it under six feet of ignorance, willful or unintentional. "You gonna stand there, or are you gonna join me?" After a brief pause to wonder how he'd let himself get talked into this, Tull started to unbutton his own shirt, putting thoughts of self-consciousness to a fitful rest. The rhino from earlier stepped into the garage, a towel over his hand, stopping to look the coon over top to bottom.
"Sorry about that," he said. "Couldn't stop. You know the feeling."
"Yeah, no problem," Tull replied, and the rhino winked good-naturedly.
"Hey, how do you get that purple fur?"
"Genetics. Blessing or curse, take your pick." It was a standard line, honed through years of unwanted attention and ostracism at school.
A deep belly-laugh came from the rhino, who smiled and put a hand on Tull's shoulder. The touch was gentler than he felt comfortable with, but he let it slide. "I'd call it a blessing. Refreshing, if nothing else." The rhino strode off to the hot tub, leaving the raccoon to strip off the rest of the way, and soon he was stepping over the edge and into the hot, soothing agitated water.
For some reason, Tull had the impression that nude hot-tubbing was somehow less sanitary than doing so with appropriate swimwear. But the "eww, that's gross" factor that he had no doubt learned from his mother took a back seat to logic. This was no ComicCon fanboy soup; this was a few clean males in clean water with excellent filtration. And boy, did it feel good on his balls.
"Are you finally going to say it, now that you've got that goofy grin plastered on your face?" he heard Iktomi ask from beside him.
The rhino's voice came next: "Virgin?"
"Just for here," the coyote replied with a smile in his voice.
"Naughty boy," rumbled the rhino.
Tull didn't bother opening his eyes. "You think I'm easy?"
"I was hoping." Now it was Ikky's turn to laugh, softly.
"You don't waste any time, do you?" The raccoon opened his eyes and looked across the Jacuzzi, where the rhino was laid back, arms spread, his lower half obscured by bubbles and steam.
Iktomi leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Are you trying to show me up or something? Berg is a hard nut to crack! You lucky bugger."
"Only if I take advantage," the raccoon replied, giving Berg his best sultry grin. Any trace of horniness dissolved right away when he saw who was walking in the door. Fate or luck, it felt like someone had just punched him in the gut with an iron sledgehammer. "Oh, fuck me."
"If you insist, but you have to tell me your...you okay?" Berg was just a blur now, Tull's vision keyed in on the tiger he knew and the Akita he didn't who had just entered the club. The raccoon edged off the seat and sank up to his neck.
"Tull?" Iktomi asked. "You don't have to ask before you blow me, just so you...what?"
"Look who just walked in. Fuck!" The coyote looked, and gasped, and then dunked the coon's head under. The cacophony surrounded him but he knew better than to come up before Ikky signaled. Why did Wren have to be here? Why would his fucking deadbeat druggie cheating tiger ex be at a men's club? And who was this Akita? As if it were any of Tull's business.
No. This night wasn't about to be ruined by drama. There had been enough of that during the breakup, and it had changed him for the better. Once he reveled in it, took comfort in it. That was no longer the case. He was here with Iktomi to have a good time and to relax and maybe...maybe...get off.
The coyote's paw let up and Tull surfaced slowly to see Berg looking at him quizzically. But he didn't have the rhino to answer to. "Was that him?" he asked Iktomi, scanning the room. They had left for other parts of the house.
"Yeah. Looks like he got attached to some beefcake. That dog's got some build."
"What happened to chubby chasing?" Their relationship had started that way, but by the bitter end, Wren was using it as a guilt trip to make Tull ashamed of his weight. It had only been the tip of the cruel iceberg. The raccoon tried to be angry, but he was surprised with the pity that surfaced instead.
"Did I miss somethin'?" Berg asked, looking back over his shoulder.
Iktomi patted Tull on the back. "His ex just walked in with a stud puppy."
"Thanks for the support," the raccoon replied with just enough venom.
"Anytime. I hope you're not going to let this ruin the whole trip."
"No, Wren would enjoy that. I'd get much more satisfaction seeing his face at my landing some big cock for the night." And Tull smiled at the thought. And Berg smiled back, though it must have been bravado telling him he was part of the conversation. He certainly looked confident enough. It had been a while since he'd dated, and he wasn't very turned on to the scene anyway, but the rhino was flirting with him. Pretty heavily, too.
As if reading his thoughts, the coyote said, "I swear to God, dude, if you don't take him I will." Ikky's paw squeezed his back, and it felt good combined with the muscle-relaxing powers of the hot water.
"We've only been here thirty minutes," Tull replied.
"Yeah, but you've never been here. You don't know how it works. The hot guys hook up first, and they get off two or three times and leave. By the end of the night, it becomes this clumsy orgy of lame-asses who didn't have the balls to make a move, and it's usually the really fat ones, the trailer trash and first-timers like you who don't care whose hole they're in as long as they're in a hole."
Tull looked at his friend. "You're awful. You know that?"
"I don't make the rules." The raccoon sighed and rolled his eyes, and as if by magic (or capricious luck) Wren walked back into the room, dragging the Akita by the paw. Both naked. Both hard. And now, so was Tull. And he was ashamed of it, because it proved that he wasn't over the tiger, not one bit. All the work he'd done, for months, it was all just a Band-Aid that had been ripped off to expose the still-bleeding wound of--
"Nice cock," the coyote murmured. "Both of em. I told you, it's starting. See, they're going for the sling! Oh, sorry...I'll stop."
"It's okay, you can have your fun. My fault for being a drama train wreck."
"You're fine." The coyote patted his thigh consolatorily, but it was way too close to be a pure mistake. He could forgive Ikky; he might have been a coyote, but he had the libido of a fox. At least, that's what Tull had been made to believe from gossip and stories. "Well, hello, boner."
Tull blushed.
"You never stopped loving him, did you?"
Scoffing, the raccoon said, "I don't love him anymore. That doesn't mean he's not still sexy as hell." Wren was on his back in the sling, the Akita was slathering up his member with lube, and all three males in the Jacuzzi had their eyes trained on the action. It was kind of hard not to stare, when they were currently the only ones engaging in such open play. Aside from the actors on the television.
Tull took his eyes off Wren long enough to realize how heady the air in the garage had gotten just in the last few minutes. It was as if every male's scent glands had decided to swell up and release at the same moment in time. Raccoon, coyote and rhino were the strongest, aided by the hot water and steam, but Tull could pick out the German shepherd he hadn't seen sneak into the sauna (which had a little window in the door) and the small Asian weasel who sat on one of the "beds," pretending not to look but apparently interested just the same.
"Shit, son," murmured Berg as the Akita shoved himself roughly under Wren's tail, enough to make the tiger yowl in genuine pain. It was clear some of it was for show, otherwise they would have picked a more private room, or not come to the club at all.
"Motherfucker," the raccoon growled.
"What?" asked Iktomi.
"He never let me do that, not once."
"Are you really that butthurt over it?"
"Does it look like I'm butthurt?" Tull said, then added, "Don't answer that" before the coyote could interject. He knew what he was feeling was immature at best, but it was okay to be justified in that, wasn't it? Just a little? "Yeah, a little butthurt. I was always the one getting my butt hurt."
"Are you sure you two aren't hubbies?" Berg asked, the watery image of his masturbation showing clearly through gaps in the bubbles, his head still turned away toward the action. "The only people who come here to bicker instead of fuck are married, fake married or might as well be married."
Tull spent a few seconds being offended before he realized he was in the wrong. He thought he'd left the drama behind when he'd left Wren behind, but he apparently wasn't as strong as he'd assumed. None of it was his business anyway, though the weaker part of his brain wanted to know every sordid detail. But that was stupid and petty; he could make his own sordid details right here, right now.
"Hey, you need help with that?" he asked Berg, already pushing off from the bench. The rhino didn't seem to hear him, and he still wasn't paying attention when the coon submerged himself. He felt Ikky's paw on his tail, briefly, then he was across the tub and staring directly at a blurry, grey cock. His eyes stung with the chlorine, but he wouldn't need them anyway. Once he was hovering over the tip, he could feel his way down the shaft. Berg's hand stroked only twice before its owner realized he had someone nursing on him.
The expression about time standing still was surprisingly apt underwater. Sounds were muted with the exception of the jets, there was no talking, and best of all, Wren had ceased to exist. His muzzle slid down the rhino's length easily, surprising given the amount of time since he'd last sucked a cock. Much thicker compared to Wren's slim, barbed member, and harder to take all at once. At least, until Berg's hands pressed on the top of his head until the rhino's pubic bush tickled his snout. The fact that Berg had a foreskin rather than a sheath added to the novelty. He only lasted forty seconds before he had to come up for air, blubbering and gasping.
Berg was smiling down at him, waiting for him to catch his breath. The rhino swept the coon's head fur out of his eyes and wiped excess drips from his cheeks. "That was a pleasant surprise. I just wish you could have held on there for, oh, a half hour or so," he chuckled, raising his hips up a bit. "What brought that on?"
Tull breathed, "I don't know...it was there, and you looked like you needed help." It was kind of a corny line. No, it was a horrible line, but the rhino must have seen something that told him the raccoon actually meant what he said.
"It'd be easier if I didn't have to hold my breath. I mean, underwater."
"You bet," Berg replied, grinning the grin of a man who knows he's going to be getting his rocks off soon. Again. He raised himself onto the edge of the Jacuzzi, his cock bobbing and dripping down onto his oversized balls, and tilted the coon's chin up. "Good boy." That set his tail to wagging, despite its soaked state.
"What are you waiting for?" Ikky asked from behind, and when Tull turned to look he almost squeaked in surprise. The coyote had also hoisted himself out of the water and was now stroking the base of his knot, keeping it nice and swollen. "Don't stop on my account; I'll just sit back and watch." Tull caught his friend's twitching eyes and turned back to look over one of the rhino's thighs. Wren was still in the sling, still getting fucked, but his eyes were neither shut nor on the Akita. They were on the Jacuzzi, and he was doing a poor job of hiding it.
"You just sit there and watch, you fucker," he breathed through his teeth, grasped the base of Berg's shaft, and took it all the way to the groin. This gained a healthy grunt and a hand on the back of his head again, though it was merely resting, not pushing. And once Tull got into a rhythm, his thoughts started to wander like they usually did when he gave a blowjob.
It wasn't that it was a boring, repetitive task; it was just an action that didn't require much thought once practiced enough. If it was someone he knew, even better, because all he had to do was hit the right spots with the right amount of lips, tongue or teeth to either get them off or draw it out. With Berg, he could take his time and feel out the smooth foreskin, the thick veins running down each side, and the unique shape of the head. Berg wasn't the biggest guy he'd taken, but the cockhead was a fair bit blunter than he was used to. But the extra skin gave him opportunity to use a broader spectrum of skills.
"Berg, you lucky asshole," came Rafel's voice from off to the side. "You keep stringing me out for the past few weeks and then I find you stuffing this boy's throat with your wonderful meat." It seemed the fox had been watching too many porn flicks, but without disengaging there was no way to tell if Rafel was being serious.
"It's not my fault he just decided to blow me out of nowhere. Honest. I guess his ex is that tiger in the sling, and he's trying to show him up."
"Is he doing a good job?" The fox pronounced it yob.
"Feels like I'm leakin' down his throat real good, so, yeah."
"Well, you two have fun. Or three, Ikky. You better find a place to put that thing, coyote."
"Mhm," Ikky replied, and suddenly Tull felt eyes on his rear. Then Rafel slapped that rear, digging a claw into his hole (rather roughly, but it slid in easily enough) before prancing off to poke his nose in more people's business.
Clanking from the other side of the room meant that Wren and his stud were starting to get into it, and good. Not once in their entire relationship had they ever had that kind of sex. It had always been slow and deliberate, always with the tiger on top, always with the lights out or eyes closed. Tull had never had the guts to ask why, and he knew he was wrong for that. But the breakup was over and done with. That didn't mean he couldn't show up the son of a bitch, or at least try to.
He kept his tail hiked and spread his knees. He heard Ikky sigh behind him and wagged his rump. "Oh, fuck it," he heard, and a second later the coyote's tongue was lapping up and down his crack. There was no stopping the deep-throated churr from escaping.
Berg's member swelled around the coon's tongue, another jet of salty-sweet precum coating it. Normally, Tull wasn't much for swallowing, but he had to admit he was letting the situation get to him. He wasn't drunk and he wasn't high, but this was not something he would do. Until now, when he let the petty, competitive part of his psyche win out over logical thought. He had to wonder if Wren was watching him, and wondering the same thing: why the coon had never showed this side during the relationship.
They might have just been wrong for each other. It was a much better excuse than Wren's "I was never a chub chaser. I probably shouldn't have let you on. Sorry." And that spurred the coon on even more. Because the tiger was just such an asshole. Ikky stuck his tongue into Tull's tailhole and moaned.
"Watch the skin, there," Berg said, wincing, and Tull quit the absent-minded nibbling he'd been doing while he daydreamed. "Why don't you just stay there on the head, use your tongue, eh?" The rhino patted the coon's head as Tull came up for air, pausing for a quick glance over at the sling. Wren jerked his gaze back to the Akita, but it was too late. He'd been watching, and he was irked. That bushy striped tail wasn't from mind-blowing buttsex. He was pissed, and that made Tull so very happy.
The German shepherd from the sauna stood about four feet to Tull's left, openly stroking himself and watching the Jacuzzi with focused interest. He kept glancing down at his meat, then back up again in a clear sign he wanted some of Tull's muzzle if he was up for it. Even in his newly-found hedonism, though, Tull wasn't prepared to go that far just yet. Besides, he had a rhino to take care of. So he motioned the dog over with a crooked finger. Maybe his second-best would suffice.
"Whaddya want?" the coon asked, licking Berg up and down between words.
"Some of that tongue, maybe?"
"This guy's got first dibs, so I have to pass." God, it sounded so unlike him! So sexy! "But I got a paw free if you wanna keep watching."
"I can dig it," the shep replied, giving away his age immediately. Tull lifted his left leg from the bottom of the tub to the bench, giving his arm something to rest on and making Ikky's rimjob a lot easier. Now, a canine cock was something he was more used to handling, so when he took the dog's knot and tugged a few times, his forearm was splattered with sticky fluid. Not cum, but if he kept it up, that time would be soon.
" Damn...dammit, that's nice! Fuck!" The shepherd thrust gently into Tull's fingers. He imagined the dog was overdoing it for effect, but the other males in the room were watching intently enough that he could camp it up and not have to worry. Even less attention put on the tiger and Akita in the corner, who were still going at it but showing signs of wear and tear. Kind of hard to keep an erection when you're not concentrating on your own intercourse, Tull thought with a smirk of satisfaction.
"Does your boyfriend do this often?" asked Berg, and Tull's ears perked at the same time Iktomi made a choking sound and withdrew his tongue from under the raccoon's tail.
"We're...we're not...you know..."
"Oh. Okay, cool, then." Tull buried his face in the rhino's pubic hair to mask his blush, feeling more than a little sorry for the coyote being put on the spot like that. Simple mistake, but it reminded him of his current lack of companionship. Still, it felt good to have two cocks to service. No, wait...three, now, because Iktomi was teasing the coon's hole with his cockhead. Christ, but that felt good!
A moment later he felt hot breath on his neck. "Sorry dude, but it's there and I can't really help it. You can yell at me after." All Tull did was hike his tail up a little farther, stretching himself a bit looser. "Oh fuck, you're gonna get it, Tull." And then the coyote gripped his ass with one paw and slid in with the aid of another. And it felt pretty damn good, oh so slick and hotter than he remembered. Then again, he hadn't had a canine in a good while. Long and slender, pretty nice not to have to concentrate on stretching to accommodate excessive girth. Yeah, he wouldn't be yelling at Ikky at all.
Another good bit of rhino pre shot over his tongue, salty and bitter but musky. Tull wouldn't readily admit it, but he was very much into musk; he hadn't even told Wren, partly because the tiger was more interested in fulfilling his own desires and partly because it might have turned him off. But that was how much Wren had manipulated the coon, and once he'd had clarity he'd been able to see how weak he'd been. But the coon was happy enough to drink in the scent from between Berg's legs, even though the heavily chlorinated water had already washed most of it away.
The rhino was gently stroking Tull's cheek...not dominant, but not loving, either. In fact, he wasn't even watching the coon service him. His head was back, his chest heaving in concentration. The shep was getting closer too, or at least he'd decided to stop his pornorific commentary. The key there was consistent stroking, finding a sweet spot and manipulating that sweet spot to the end.
Tonight was different. It was new, it was exciting, and it wasn't Tull. It wasn't the way he conducted himself. Maybe that's what he needed, to step out of his shell for a night and fuck everything else. And especially fuck Wren, in a figurative sense. He couldn't see much over Berg's thigh, but when he came up for air and to tease the rhino's foreskin, he saw something that made his sense of Schadenfreude very happy: the tiger wasn't looking at the Akita at all, he was trying hard not to look like he was spying. But he was pawing at a very flaccid sheath, and the dog looked like he was finding it difficult to keep hilted. The fuck was going down in flames.
More musk hit Tull's nose and he moaned. Boy, did it feel good to moan. Rafel was back in the room, as well as a stallion and some type of mustelid. All three had their cocks out, and all three were watching the hot tub. Someone reached beneath his belly and stroked along his member, and the effect was so shocking that he started shooting even before his climax built. He hadn't felt much below the water, but a little contact was all he needed to hunch forward and let go into the merciful paw of Rafel, who said, "Wow, my man, that was easier than I thought it would be!" The fox continued to pump him through until he was too sensitive and tried to wriggle away, succeeding only in bearing down on Ikky's cock.
But his head was much clearer now. Both of them, actually, but now he could concentrate on doing his best to get everyone else off. The air around him was a sea of grunts, gasps and panting, with each male pushing or pulling the coon in every direction. Slowly--at least it seemed that way to Tull--the pace increased. He could just see, in his mind, Wren kicking the Akita from between his legs and staring, dumbfounded, at the raccoon he thought he knew, in the middle of a sex sandwich with three lookers-on for good measure. Tull just wished he could smile without hurting Berg's cock.
"Faster...faster! Yeah, fuckin' dammit!..." After that, the side of Tull's muzzle was splattered with warm dog cum, the overpowering odor of it seeping down to the skin and invading his nose. He hooked his fingers behind the shep's knot and tugged slightly upward, aiming the rest squarely at his snout. Runnels of it dripped down through his whiskers, to the corners of his lips, draining onto Berg's pubes. The shep backed away, wobbling on weak legs and muttering more obscenities under his breath, but it was clear he walked away satisfied.
With his paw free again, Tull scooped up the puddle of spooge and lubed up the base of Berg's length, adding a stroke to his blowjob. Surprised, the rhino cried out, dragging air in through his teeth, and tried not to force himself farther down the coon's throat. He was moving into the stage of unavoidable climax, and it was only a matter of time and friction.
Someone groaned off to the side, and the sound of splatters on the floor meant the stallion had lost his battle with edging. No one could make that much cum who wasn't a horse. Behind him, Ikky kept up his frantic pace, slamming the whole of his length into the coon, making slow headway with his knot. Tull didn't particularly want to tie, but if he wasn't available to say no, there wouldn't be anything he could do.
"Go deeper, man," Berg panted, his hand finally joining his words in subtle persuasion. "Jack me along with it, make it real quick. I'm dyin' here." Fine with me, Tull thought, and switched to his tried-and-true method of slathering over the head while stroking the rest. It gave him an opportunity to move the Rhino's foreskin every which way so as not to overstimulate too quickly and cancel out the thing entirely. But Berg's stubby cockhead swelled against his cheeks steadily. The rhino was a sure thing.
The mystery mustelid from earlier turned out to be a middle-aged otter, stumpy with a cock to match, who came so hard he actually hit the side of Tull's belly. Another whiff of male scent mixed with the others, making the coon dizzy, but it fueled him more than anything else. So did knowing he was on display in a room full of males, but all he had to do was picture that look on Wren's face, that look of annoyance and disbelief barely masking the insecurity that had been there all along. The tiger had just been good at hiding it.
"You want my nut?" asked the rhino, rubbing his sac over the coon's chin as if mulling over the decision whether to come or not.
Tull pulled off and replied, "Yes, please, sir," in an unmistakable stage voice, but it seemed to be Berg's cup of tea. He grasped the base of his cock and squeezed.
"Fuck this," Tull heard Wren mutter as the tiger kicked the Akita away. The dog was mostly flaccid anyway, and paying more attention to the threesome in the hot tub than the tiger's tailhole. Latching onto Berg's tip, the coon dragged his tongue sideways across the frenulum, knowing that would finish the rhino off quickly. And he was right, because Berg pushed his head off after only ten seconds and took over just as the first volley of cum shot straight into Tull's still-open mouth.
"Augh, God!" Berg panted through it, aiming squarely for the coon's head and hitting his target more often than not. Which was almost a shame, because Tull wanted to see what Wren's reaction would be to his new love for bukkake. But cum in the eyes was too much of a pain, so he just kept his muzzle open and caught what he could. Behind him, he could feel Ikky swelling progressively, that knot gaining more and more headway with each thrust.
Tull heard the rhino slump back against the edge of the tub and opened his miraculously clear eyes. Berg was damn near passed out, and Wren was gone. So was the Akita, or so he thought, until he caught a sled-dog silhouette near the door frame. The coon had just enough time to see the paw on the canine knot, the cum-stained sheath and the faint look of longing before what he supposed was Wren's paw grabbed him by the forearm and yanked him away. He kind of felt sorry for the guy.
That was, until Iktomi tied him and doubled over the coon, clutching at his belly as he tried to remain standing while pumping seed into him. It warmed the parts of him that were no longer in the hot, swirling water. The coyote was a bit heavy, though, so Tull leaned into Berg's side to stabilize himself; the rhino was still recovering.
By now, the party had more or less broken up. A couple of new guys had come in, but they were self-involved with their make-out session over in the corner and they'd missed all the fun.
"Looks like you guys are occupado for a while," said Berg with a chuckle.
"Nah," Ikky breathed into the coon's right ear. "I'm a pretty short tie. Already getting soft." Tull squeezed and, other than a few more pulses from the coyote, he could feel the fullness going away. He'd been so caught up in everything else that he hadn't noticed how good it felt until now. He kind of wanted it again.
Berg swung his legs over the side of the tub and reached above the tied pair's heads for a towel. "You two lovebirds have fun with the rest of your evening now, okay?"
"We're not...oh, for God's sake, whatever," Iktomi said, exasperated.
"I know, I was just joshin'. What's your name, anyway?" he said, referring to Tull.
"Tull."
"You give a great blowjob, Tull. Just wanted to let you know." The rhino patted the coon between his dark purple ears before heading out of the garage.
True to Ikky's word, the tie only lasted a few minutes more, and both males heaved sighs of relief at being able to stretch again. Even more people had begun to cycle into the garage, and it was also a kind of relief not to be the center of attention anymore. But it had been fun. A lot of fun.
They dried off and made one more circuit around the house, and after the coyote apologized to Sein for flaking on the massage (the tiger had no shortage of clients), they decided it was time to head out. Ikky said he was hungry, and that statement alone made Tull hungry vicariously. So on the way home, they made a side trip to one of the lesser-known burger joints in town and finished in the truck before the raccoon pulled into the driveway of the little house the coyote rented.
"So fine, I admit that you were right, okay?" he said, turning in the seat. Ikky smiled a little.
"I would say I usually am, but I really didn't know about this one. But I was willing to take a chance because you were acting like such a dick and you needed to loosen up."
"You loosened me up just fine, I think," Tull giggled, but he couldn't help it because he was smiling with the memory anyway...and the little wet patch on his boxers where he just couldn't quite keep it in.
The coyote wasn't smiling anymore. He was thinking, gnawing on one corner of his lip like he used to do when he was out of work and worried about bills. "Will you get mad at me if I tell you a truth?"
"Depends what it is, so shoot."
"I've wanted to do that forever," Iktomi said, not looking up.
"Oh." It shouldn't have been a surprise, but Tull wasn't used to such blunt speech from the yote. Iktomi was a guy who dealt with innuendo and teasing phrases, sarcasm and playing off as the goofy one to Tull's "straight" man. So he knew, if Ikky was saying it like that, it wasn't playing. Still, it was hard finding an appropriate response. "Really?"
"Yeah."
"Cool." Then it was back to silence, accompanied by the soft rumble of the pickup's engine. It wasn't exactly awkward, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. They stared everywhere but at each other. No other way to break it without someone sounding stupid. Might as well be him. "Was I too tight?"
"No, no, you were just right." Tull felt his sheath coming back to life, and he was just about to worry about the coyote smelling it when Ikky's scent answered a question he didn't have the nerve to ask. And after that, after he shifted position when his tip broke into the open against his boxers, he might as well have been shouting it to the world.
"We should go there again." said the coon before clearing his throat.
"Yeah, that was fun. Definitely worth another trip. Maybe."
"Yeah, I can see that...or not, you know...I mean...I don't know, it could be fun."
"Or...not."
"Yeah." And then the silence again, and the rumble, and the musks of two males stuck in a truck not knowing what to say. "You know, this is getting stupid. I mean..."
"No, I know what you mean," said Iktomi. He unclipped his seat belt, and for a moment Tull thought the coyote was going to storm off into the house. But instead, he reached across the raccoon's waist and went for his fly. Tull made no move to push the yote away, but instead slid lower in the seat and spreading his legs. His erection came out shortly after that, and disappeared between Ikky's lips.
The coyote was noisy...much noisier than he'd been in the club, but that was fine because it showed how much he wanted the coon's cock. A quick look assured him that no one was around to see, and even then it was too dark in the driveway for anyone who wasn't nocturnal to make out any detail whatsoever behind the truck's tinted windows. So Tull reclined the seat a bit and watched his pink flesh move in and out of his friend's skilled muzzle. He also couldn't help grabbing the yote's tail and yanking it up over his back when it came within range. The squeak he got was more than encouraging.
During the next three hot minutes, the coyote brought the raccoon to the brink twice while Tull got a paw in Ikky's pants and massaged his tailhole with a fingertip. In sexual sign language that was hard to miss, and the yote's tail never flagged until he withdrew one last time, slowly cleaning up his saliva and Tull's pre.
"I've wanted to do that forever too," Iktomi panted, licking his lips and resting his head between the coon's legs to nuzzle his balls.
"I'm not gonna stop you."
The coyote began stroking the spit-slicked shaft as if it was something to be worshiped. "Do you have to go home?" It wasn't supposed to sound like begging, but it wasn't that easy to mask. Ikky might have still been playing some form of his usual flirting game, but there was no need.
"I don't have to. I don't want to, either. I don't like being half-teased."
"If you stay, it won't be teasing," said the coyote with an apt grin. "I promise."
Before he could think about it, the raccoon rubbed the coyote between his ears, a more affectionate gesture than it should have been. But there it was. "Okay."
"Don't zip up, there's no point," Ikky said as he opened his door and slid out. "I'll open the house." Tull turned the truck off and pawed at himself a few times, thinking how nice it would be to slide himself under that yote tail and mount him nice and slow. Make it last. And he smiled, and giggled to himself. He might be staying over, but there probably wouldn't be any sleeping involved.
And as he locked the truck and heard the blip of the alarm, he wondered for exactly one second what Wren was doing before it occurred to him that he just didn't give a damn.
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