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Jon was absolutely thrilled to be out in the open sunshine again. The last year had been a long and lonely one, and after a long move, the long-toothed otter was more than ready for some blissful outdoor fun with his friends.

Even better was that their destination was the area's famous nude beach, so Jon could be as naked as he always wanted to be.

The thrill of shedding his shorts and underwear as they headed out onto the sand only enhanced the natural feeling of openness and warmth. It was a perfect day for the beach. Jon laughed with his friends as they staked out a spot to set their things, and he smiled at seeing their bare butts, his mouth watering a little bit at the prospect of maybe sneaking in a taste of one or two of them.

The group of buddies spent an hour or so splashing around in the water excitedly and occasionally groping each other in a playful way. A few well-placed casual grabs to Jon's penis had his whole body feeling sensual and tingly, as well as his usual reaction to swimming. Being mostly otter, he was right at home and his sleek swimmer-built body always reacted to being in water in ways that made him feel both refreshed and quite horny.

However, a year of inactivity had left Jon in less than ideal shape for extended exertion, so before long he tired out in the water and made his way to the sand. For a while he relaxed on his towel, sighing deeply with his eyes closed as the mild sun dried off his fur. It was so freeing to lie there completely nude and not care who could be looking at him. In fact, with his exhibitionist streak a mile wide, Jon found himself hoping people _were_looking at him. He smiled at the thought and spread his legs a bit to give his bare genitals more room to breathe. He hadn't gotten an erection yet, but he felt that if he thought much more about how naked he was out in the open, he would soon stiffen up down there no matter how relaxed he felt otherwise.

The otter began to feel restless again, and he stood up to wander off and explore a little on his own. This was his first time at a specifically nude beach, but even aside from that he had only been to any beach two or three times before. He much preferred the experience with no trunks on for sand to get into and chafe his private areas.

A pleasant breeze swirled around Jon as he strolled, and his thick rudder tail swished behind his naked ass. He walked by dozens of other beachgoers, all of whom looked just as happy to be out in the world again. And very "out" they were indeed. Jon was very pleased to see all of them as nude as himself, and he admired their parts from a distance as he walked past, subconsciously licking his lips and tusks at a few especially good views of bare butt.

None of the views were as lick-worthy as the one he encountered near the edge of the beach, however. The strip of sand was much narrower here, and the low rock formations that took over provided some shady and more secluded spots. And in one of those spots was lounging a huge naked hippopotamus.

Jon stopped short, feeling embarrassed to suddenly encounter an unapologetically nude man even given his surroundings. The hippo was probably twice Jon's mass, and was lying on his front in a rock shadow. Jon had a full view of the most glorious ass he'd seen all day, two perfectly rounded globes of soft yet muscular flesh, with the perfect scattering of enticing white hairs on the cheeks and in the crack. A short tufted tail waggled just above the butt, and below it was jutting out a tantalizing peek at the hippo's scrotum, dusted with the same bristly white hairs.

Jon was stunned but managed to stammer, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see, uh..."

The older hippopotamus just chuckled and turned his head to scan the standing otter. "No problem at all, sonny. I was just enjoying the shade, no need for privacy with me. I see you've already noticed my ass." The hippo was smiling with just a hint of a smirk. It was all too obvious where Jon's gaze had fixated.

The otter forced himself to look at the other man's face. "Yessir. And sorry for staring. You just... look great." Jon's eyes roamed the rest of the hippo's body. The man's strong and sturdy back had a white skull-and-crossbones tattooed all the way across the purplish-gray skin, and his bulky arms had boulder-like biceps the size of Jon's head. The otter gulped. This guy seemed tough. Maybe he'd made a mistake by acknowledging his interest in the hippo's vulnerable ass...

"Glad you like the view then. I'm Vincent." The hippo's tiny tail flapped against his butt cheeks as he introduced himself nonchalantly. Jon noticed two short tusks protruding up from under Vincent's lower lip, mirroring his own fangs upside-down. "Wanna help a guy out and put some sunscreen on my back? I was just about to head back out into the waves before you stumbled by."

Jon cleared his throat. "Uh, sure, yeah! I'm Jon, by the way. Good to see you." The otter scrambled over to Vincent's side and picked up the squeeze-bottle of sunscreen the hippo gestured to. "Mind if I...sit on your back?" The hippo nodded with a chesty rumble, and Jon straddled the larger man while rubbing the protective cream onto his palms. The otter let out a rumble of his own as he sat down and his own ass and privates rubbed against the hippo's bare skin. Jon's rudder settled against the hippo's ass cheeks behind him, interacting playfully with Vincent's own tail.

The pair made increasingly comfortable small talk as Jon rubbed the hippo's shoulders and ventured down his back. Vincent let the otter know his satisfaction with more pleased grunts and growls. Jon's thumbs wandered over the fearsome skull tattoo and felt thick muscles rippling underneath the skin. He shuddered at the thought of straddling such a powerful being. At least he was on top of the stronger male at the moment, though soon he would not be so lucky.

Having rubbed the goop all over VIncent's back, neck, and arms, Jon asked the question he'd been gathering the courage for. "Do you want me to do... your ass too?"

Vincent chuckled. "Of course, boy. Wouldn't want my big butt burned, would I?"

Jon was practically purring as he swung his leg over the hippo's torso and re-straddled him facing the other way. He applied more sunscreen to his hands, took a deep breath, and went for it.

The otter moaned out loud as soon as his palms touched Vincent's rear. The buttocks were so plump, the perfect ratio of fat and muscle. He began to knead and rub all over them, his hands now shakier and more awkward. His excitement level was not the only thing that was rising, either; just handling the hippo's ass was making Jon's cock stiffen. He was glad that the larger man couldn't see that just yet, but he resisted the urge to grab and stroke himself, ignoring his own penis in favor of getting his hands on as much butt as possible.

Vincent didn't seem to object as Jon started spreading the cheeks more and more, his thumbs pulling open the tantalizing crack. Before long, it was inevitable that Jon muttered out "Um... your asshole too?"

"Yes, boy. Get it all 'round my butthole and in it, too."

"Ohhhhh fuck..." Jon couldn't help himself upon hearing the dirty directive. His left hand held Vincent's ass open as the fingers of his right hand dipped down into the elegant crevice to seek out his favorite spot in the world. More small whines escaped Jon's muzzle when his fingertips found the warm wrinkles of the pachyderm's anus. The flesh there was supple and the delta of folds around the opening was wonderfully wide. Jon made circles around the entire ring with his fingers, firmly rubbing and applying pressure until his middle finger hit the bullseye and sank in.

The inside of the hippo's asshole was as warm and welcoming as the outside. It didn't take long for Jon to have two fingers fully buried in the anus and working steadily. His other hand palmed and squeezed the butt cheek it held while he diligently dug around in Vincent's butthole. Jon had been hoping for just a flirty taste of butthole while hanging out with his buddies today, but this amount of asshole was beyond his wildest hopes for the day. If not for the sunscreen all over his hands, Jon would have pulled his fingers out of Vincent's asshole and happily sucked them clean.

After the hippo's ass and thighs were thoroughly covered, he grunted and started to roll over. "Good job, otter. Here, lemme cover you too before we head back out into the sun." Jon hopped off the hippo's back and watched in awe as the big man got to his knees to offer the otter his towel.

Vincent's front was revealed, and it was magnificent. The hippo's pale purple torso was dusted in stubbly white hairs like his ass, and his stomach was perfectly proportionate between fat and muscle as well. Jon now noticed that the hippo's nipples were pierced, and from them hung heavy gold door-knocker rings. And dangling below the muscle-gut was a sizable set of tackle. Vincent's cock was thick but still flaccid, the gray-purple tube swinging back and forth heavily with the hippo's movements. He had a hefty gold Prince Albert piercing that matched the rings on his nipples. Jon finally saw the entirety of Vincent's sack as well. Each testicle was the size of one of Jon's fists. He could only imagine how heavy they would feel rested on his body... but he only had to wonder for a few more seconds.

"Lemme get your front there, otter," Vincent said with a grin as he lathered up his hands with sunscreen and Jon lay down on his back. Jon could no longer hide his erection, and he glanced down at it nervously, watching it waggle stiffly above his stomach.

But then his field of vision was completely taken over. Pale purple was all he could see. Vincent was having a seat, but not on Jon's torso. The otter moaned helplessly as he watched the hippo's huge ass hover over his face, then slowly start to descend. The lighter-colored flesh in Vincent's ass crack opened up wider and wider until Jon was staring directly at the light-purple ring of wrinkles he'd been fingering earlier. He's gonna feed me his asshole... Oh fuck... I can't stop him...

Vincent settled down on Jon's face, expertly lining up his anus with the otter's tusky mouth. Jon's saberteeth came in handy for situations just like this, acting as bumpers to keep huge buttocks spread so his lips could get directly to the asshole between. And his mouth was soon enveloped with warm butthole-flesh as his new acquaintance's formidable weight took residence.

The huge hippo did at least use his pretense of sunscreening his new seat, rubbing the lotion into the fur of Jon's chest and reaching down to grab the smaller male's jutting penis and cover the flesh there. Vincent teased Jon in an amused voice as he wiggled his big rear back and forth on the otter's submerged head. "It seemed like you liked my asshole while you were rubbing me, so I thought I'd give you a chance to really get to know it up close. Hope you don't mind it all over your mouth for a while. And hope you don't mind it natural, I didn't wash back there since I was last in the water."

Minutes stretched on and Jon slowly realized that this was no short-term arrangement. Vincent seemed comfortable and his asshole was relaxed, the rim wide and slack enough that Jon's wiggling tongue slipped into the rectum with every passing lick. Eventually his tongue tired out and he had to wrap his lips around the friendly folds of butthole skin to hungrily nurse and suckle on the deliciously musky opening. His eyes rolled back and he lost all track of time and his mind, his world taken over by big purple butt and his mouth taken over by butthole itself.

Vincent's nuts were indeed heavy as they drooped onto Jon's chest. The hippo's own cock was now thickening and starting to stand up on its own, from the wonderful feeling of his anus being so well-appreciated. "I think I'll stay here for a few hours, that okay with you, Jonny? My asshole's in no rush to go anywhere and your lips seem to love it. When your friends come looking for you, they'll find you just like this and even then I won't get up. I'll have them helplessly watch you suck on my butthole for another hour. I might even just take you home with me and make you eat my big asshole all night, no breaks at all. Really butthole you up like you deserve, boy. How's that all sound?"

Jon's answering moan would have been a wail had it not been muffled by huge hairy ass cheeks and a meaty asshole that took up his entire mouth. All he would have been able to say would be "butthole" or "asshole" anyway, so maybe it was best he didn't answer with words.

The happy hippopotamus patted Jon's stomach affectionately and settled back on his haunches even further. "That's a good boy, good butthole-eater. Get used to it, cuz I've got a lot of ass to eat and I feel like making you take it all."