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Now that he was no longer a first-timer to public nude beaches, Jon was much more comfortable to go to a new one with his buddy Levin. The lion had told Jon that this was his favorite spot, where the crowd tended to be even more laid-back than usual and even didn't mind getting a little naughty. Of course, Jon always jumped at the chance to have sex for an audience, but pre-emptively having the promise of it made him just as excited for that as for the warm and wet outdoors.

Jon was grateful for anytime he didn't have to drive, and did a big yawning stretch as he exited the passenger side. The sun on his sleek tan fur made him smile and purr. It wasn't swelteringly hot, a few gray clouds drifted overhead, but there was a nice breeze and it was going to be the perfect temperature to walk around in just his fur.

Levin walked around to Jon's side of the car with his beach towel thrown over one shoulder... and nothing else except his sandals. The lion smirked at Jon. "I'm surprised, usually no one gets naked before you do."

Jon gave a fangy grin of his own and reached down to grab his lion friend's flaccid exposed penis. "Yeah I know, I just wanted to see you first. And better not tease me, you know I tease back." The sabertoothed otter's fingers were playfully tugging and squeezing along Levin's length, causing it to thicken up already.

Though he had expected some fooling around later in the day, Levin was almost surprised by how quickly Jon jumped into it. His attitude went from cocky to nearly hypnotized, staring down at his crotch as his buddy groped and stroked his increasingly erect dick. "Jeez, Jon, you're gettin me hard already..."

The smirk was all Jon's now. "First come, first serve; first naked, first hard. Dunno if those are the rules, but it's fun for now." The otter had Levin's penis in a firm underhand grip now, and was stroking all the way from the base to the rubbery barbs near the head. Levin moaned softly and his hips started to follow the movements of Jon's hand.

Just as the lion's nutsack started to draw upward with arousal, Jon snickered and gave the cock a final shake then let go. "I know I can get you hard anytime out there. Good luck with that." The otter turned toward the car, shucking his own shorts and giving Levin a deliberately teasing view of his backside as he bent over. With his thick rudder lifted, Jon's brown-furred ass cheeks were revealed and slowly parted. The lion got just a small glimpse at the pink wrinkles of Jon's asshole before the otter straightened up and grabbed his towel and sunscreen from the back seat. Levin's cock throbbed again just at the sight. This was a tease of epic proportions; he'd have to get sweet sexy revenge on his otter buddy later.

By the time they headed down to the beach proper, both of the mens' tails were swaying happily behind them. The sand beneath their sandals was warm but not scalding, so after they laid down their towels and sunscreened any exposed areas, they scampered off to the water barefoot.

Jon of course was right at home in the waves, his ottery fur making him slick and slithery. Levin was no stranger to swimming himself though, and held his own next to his friend and the other beachgoers. They mostly splashed and floated in the shallows, watching each other's soft privates waggle with amusement. Both Levin and Jon kept teasingas well, swimming by each other and getting gropes and tugs of both front and rear. In fact, it was while Levin was standing behind Jon and worming a couple of fingers into the otter's ass crack to rub the asshole that he'd tantalized the lion with earlier, that Jon had his naughtiest idea yet.

The pair took a rest after about an hour of frolicking in the water. Levin flopped onto his towel with a happy sigh as Jon exited the surf and licked one of his tusks. If the lion thought the half-handjob by the car was a terrible tease, he was really going to be in for a treat now.

"Want a back rub, bro?" Jon chirped when he reached where Levin lay.

"Hell yeah." The lion flipped over onto his front, wiggling his hips a bit as his bare genitals pressed into the warm soft towel beneath him. Jon knelt between the lion's slightly spread legs and put his nimble hands to work. He pressed his thumbs upward from Levin's toned lower back to his shoulder blades, and repeated the motion for several minutes before gripping the lion's shoulders and massaging them just roughly enough. Levin was groaning and purring and very relaxed. Just where Jon wanted him.

The otter made sure to squeeze up and down his companion's arms and sides, making Levin's upper body feel like a warm sun-kissed jelly. The lion's mind was so blissed out and blank that he didn't even notice any mischievous intent when he felt Jon's hand start to rub around his tailbase.

"Ohhhhh right there is good, yeah..." Levin's slender tail twitched and vibrated in Jon's grip. The otter stroked the appendage from base to tufty tip several times, which also served to lift it up so he could admire the view below it.

Jon was of course no newcomer to his friend's ass, but he had to admit to himself that it was extra erotic to be so freely ogling it out in the open. The beach was far from crowded but there were dozens of other people hanging out on their own towels and chairs within view of them. The otter's plentiful white whiskers quivered with excitement at what he was about to do. Slowly and carefully he moved his hands down the small of the lion's back and onto his bare buttocks.

"Jeez, Jon, that's... my ass..." The lion's words were slurred and dreamy, his face turned to the side but still smushed into his towel. He didn't object though, as Jon's palms kneaded at his perfectly plump golden-tan glutes, or even when the otter's thumbs started to pull apart and reveal more of what was between them.

His eyes _did _open and he let out a gasp when he felt a warm whiskery muzzle nudge into his ass crack. "Oh Jon... right here?..."

The otter answered only with a huffy chuckle, sending a puff of hot breath across Levin's bare asshole. Then he did his signature move: he gave the friendly anus a long, affectionate, suckling kiss.

Now Levin's tail _really_shook with deep dirty pleasure. He closed his eyes again, letting the otter's actions take him like a tide. His first thoughts were the usual nervousness around anal anything, but the otter wasn't hesitating at all even though Levin hadn't cleaned back there. And then came another wave of almost shameful arousal at the thought of all the people around them watching him get rimmed...

Jon was in fact deeply enjoying the flavor formerly trapped in the lion's ass. The fur was still damp and slightly salty, and there was a naturally occurring scent from a buildup of sweat that the otter was all too familiar with. He licked, slurped, and sucked with delight, moaning and lovingly murmuring into his friend's butthole. He used his built-in butt-spreaders expertly, nuzzling his mouth from side to side so that his smooth-sided saberteeth helped hold Levin's ass open. Jon's lips munched hungrily around the fascinating folds of dark pink skin. Anyone watching would have no doubt that Jon was fully in his element. The otter almost completely forgot about his own visibly bare ass as he lay between Levin's legs and gorged himself on his favorite meal.

As relaxed as he was becoming though, Levin was starting to feel alarm at a certain pressure growing. He tried to ignore it and just enjoy Jon's assault on his asshole, but the muscles of his lower region were too close together and before long it was too distracting.

"Jon?"

"Mmmmfffgh."

"Jon! I have to... I gotta take a piss."

"Ohhhhhgggmmmfff."

"Let me up, I really gotta go. People are staring, anyway."

"Nooooooo mmmmggggh." The otter's lips would sorely miss the warmth and taste of butthole if Levin got up and went to the nearby facilities. He continued munching the asshole as he mulled it over. Well, if none of the other beach patrons had objected to the show they were already getting...

Jon pulled his face out of the lion's ass and gripped Levin's hips with his hands, lifting with the right one to get the naked lion to turn over. "What the hell dude--" Levin grunted, but he raised up on his elbows and then onto his side. He was conscious of his fully stiff cock jutting upward and waggling almost comically when he finally managed to get on his back, and a sheepish glance around confirmed that he wasn't the only one aware of it. Several nearby spectators were smiling at him encouragingly, and he returned the looks of goodwill until he felt a nuzzling on his cock.

Ottery whiskers were rubbing against his inner thighs from the front this time. Levin looked down at his crotch to see Jon's abnormally large brown nose pressing up to the underside of his shaft. The otter's slate-gray eyes were turned up toward Levin's gaze. Jon muttered hotly, "Just go in my mouth," before slipping his lips around the lion's penis and soon enveloping the entire thick rod.

The tingle of bladder-pressure only made Levin's cock even more sensitive than usual. He helplessly rolled his head backward and moaned up toward the sky as Jon lightly sucked up and down. The otter wasn't trying to coax an orgasm, only relaxation. And as nervous as he felt, the lion knew it was inevitable. Though he usually wasn't a bit pee-shy, this was the kinkiest situation he'd ever had to relieve himself in. At least at this point the watchers probably just thought he was getting a friendly blowjob...

Then he felt pressure on the outside of his asshole again. Jon's mouth was occupied so what was down there now? Levin looked down just before the otter's fingertip pressed forward and entered his anus. That dirty otter knew just what he was doing. The middle finger swirled around gently, up into Levin's rectum, until Jon found what he was looking for. He caressed the hard nub of the lion's prostate softly, then curled his finger inside and tapped on it.

That was what finally did it. "Oh shit! Jon, it's gonna--! Hrrrnnggg..." Levin's face scrunched up and his ass cheeks clamped hard around Jon's fingers as the force of his piss pressed past the stiffness of his erection. Jon closed his mouth around the tip of the lion's cock just in time, and relaxed his throat as he had practiced many times in very similar situations. At first it was a hard jet against the roof of his mouth, but Jon maneuvered his fingers in the lion's asshole to slowly massage the prostate instead of jabbing at it, and the stream of piss became more steady. Now it was Jon's turn to roll his eyes back in his head as he gulped, the strong salty taste of piss coating his tongue and throat and warming his stomach.

He continued working around in Levin's anus, easily adding a second finger mid-stream and making the lion groan. Levin hadn't been lying; he really had to go. Fortunately Jon was experienced in such matters, and wasn't spilling a single drop. He swallowed every bit, and even helped coax out a few extra squirts by manipulating the lion's throbbing prostate directly.

Levin was left panting and his chest heaving as Jon pulled his mouth off the barb-studded pink cock and removed his fingers from the lion's tender asshole. But he wasn't nearly done there. Levin felt Jon's hands on his hips, applying the same lift again to roll him back over. In a sun-drunk daze, the lion helped leverage himself onto his stomach again, and his lutrine friend wasted not another second lowering his mouth right back into Levin's ass. The butthole was more sensitive now, from the fingering it had gotten and the clenching it had done. Levin's entire body seemed to tingle and glow with arousal and relief. And as well as he knew Jon, he realized that he might be here getting rimmed for quite another while.

He wondered if the otter would mind if he nodded off for a nice sunny nap as he got his asshole made out with while dozens of people watched. He should have known that that was exactly what Jon was hoping to achieve as he settled into a lulling rhythm of slurps with his talented tongue.