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With his clothes in desperate need of a wash, and his own washing machine completely busted earlier that day, Clive had no choice but to take them somewhere else to wash. Gathering them all up into a bag large and strong enough to hold them all took long enough, but searching for one of those 24-hour laundromats took even longer, sending him on a goose chance that finally ended on the other side of town. At this point, the cream colored rabbit was far past annoyed.

He muttered to himself the whole time, about his stupid washing machine breaking down and how most of the places that his GPS told him was 24-hour was false. But at the very least, he finally managed to get his clothes somewhere where they could be cleaned.

With a final heave, he lifted a heavy bag and slammed it on the nearest table. "Fuck! Finally..!"

"Whoa there." The deep voice of someone else made him jump. He turned around and found himself face to face with a much older bear.

"Oh. Sorry," Clive said. He took a deep breath to steady himself, feeling rather ridiculous at the moment. "I just didn't expect anyone else to be here. It's like 3AM."

"No problem," the bear said. "I got here recently myself." He stepped closer, standing taller than the lithe rabbit. Despite that, he gave a friendly atmosphere. "You need some help with that stuff?"

"Ugh, I would really appreciate it," Clive nodded.

"Alright then." The bear didn't even struggle with the large bag, heaving it up easily and putting it down in front of the nearest available washing machine, which just so happened to be right next to his own. "There ya go."

"Oh thanks," the rabbit sighed. As he leaned down to put his clothes into the machine, he realized that he forgot to bring the detergent. "Oh man..."

He put his clothes into the washing machine, groaning to himself. "I'm sorry, but can I borrow some detergent from you?" he asked the bear, who had just finished piling his clothes into the machine that he was using.

"Oh sure," the bear said, keeping up his carefree tone. He gave the rabbit plenty and was thanked in return. "No problem. Always happy to help out my former students."

When those words were spoken, Clive did a double take. In the back of his mind, he wondered if the ursine looked familiar. And now that he took a close look at him there was no mistaking that this was his high school coach.

"Coach O'Neil. It really is you," the shorter male beamed.

"Oh please. At this point, you're more than welcome to call me Benson," the bear said with a wave of his paw.

"Do you still coach the football team?"

And just like that, Clive and Benson were recalling the times of the high school football team. He was a part of it, even on the field. But his position was not like that of the actual players. His football career was spent as the team's mascot, doing all he could to keep the crowds hyped and entertained. He was so good at it that he was on the same level as the football jocks themselves.

It had been nearly 10 years since then. Now he was in his high-twenties, trying to get his own business project off the ground. It was already frustrating enough but the breaking down of his washing machine only made things worse. He only had one set of 'presentable' looking clothes and he needed to get them washed for a loan interview that was scheduled in about 7 hours. On top of that, his budget was already stretched thin, it would be a while before the machine would be actually fixed...

All of these things stacked on top of each other was nearly enough to drive him mad, but seeing his coach again was just the thing to take Clive's mind off of it all. He could see that the bear had aged up as well, being about in his mid-forties now. But the large predator had clearly not budged when it came to his fitness, with arms and legs that were flexed just as the bear made simple movements and his chest was rather wide as well. For Clive, he was plenty to look at. And now, he was starting to see him in a new light.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Benson was about to start up the cycle but he stopped himself just before pressing the button. He was quick to tug at his tank top, peeling off and exposing his chest. Underneath were the true details: two large mounds for pecs that paired perfectly with his bear physique. Underneath was a stomach that was a bit more gut than muscle, but that did little to subtract from the rest of Benson's body that managed to beat Father Time. The next thing he shed was his shorts, taken off quickly and nonchalantly.

Clive found out that his former coach was not wearing anything underneath, getting the sight of something swinging between the grizzly's tree trunk-like legs. He watched as those shorts and tank top were thrown in with the rest before the cycle was started for real.

"Oh. You don't mind, right? Hehe. Force of habit," the bear chuckled.

"N-no. But what does that mean?" Clive dared to ask, all but forcing himself to keep his eyes higher than the older man's chest level.

"Well, this is a 24-hour spot. There's no cameras on the walls, and this just happens to be a pretty popular hook-up spot. People come here to "do their laundry" and have some fun while they wait. Hehe. It helps to bring actual laundry, and kills two birds with one stone."

Now, the rabbit was reeling from the sudden implication that his coach had been gay this whole time. But then again, he himself had only recently discovered his true sexuality about three years ago, discovering by a blind date in which a guy with a girlish sounding name showed up. They talked and he invited him to watch a movie that they both liked and things just happened from there...

Now, Clive was fully into it and was fighting to keep the head on his shoulders in control. Of course, there was the stereotype of the big, burly bear, but goddamn if he wasn't the epitome.

Between them, the gawking male failed to realize the growing silence between them. But Benson knew exactly what it was and grew rather flattered. "See something you like?" he asked, while bouncing his pecs. His round ears flicked in response to the excited gasp that came from the shorter man.

Being absolutely stunned, he could only just stare. And the bear took full advantage, still flexing as he stepped closer and closer to the bunny.

When Clive finally regained his focus, he realized that his and Benson's bodies were all but pressed against each other. His face was the perfect level with those hard pecs, covered in soft fur. A simple lean forward eased his face right between them. It was sudden but there was no way that the lagomorph was going to stop this.

As he rubbed his face over the smooth fur, he was getting closer and closer to the larger male's pit, being subconsciously led by the musk that wafted from it.

Benson caught onto this rather quickly and lifted up his arm, presenting Clive with his slightly wet pit. It certainly wasn't the first time and he found enjoyment from watching others indulge in him.

"Don't be shy. It won't bite," he urged in a teasing tone.

Before he even noticed, Clive buried his face into the bear's musky crevice, enjoying the sweat that clung to his face. As soon as it did, he willingly took in deep breaths of the heady, masculine smell, letting it fill his lungs and head. The sweat was fresh, coming from the bear's walk while carrying his laundry. Just a few whiffs was all it took for his cock to tent his pants, peeking from his sheath like a loaded spring. There were no attempts to hide his arousal, openly nuzzling the space and moaning out his delight, letting his face be further marked in the other male's odor.

"Someone's enjoying themselves."

The older male hit the nail on the head, but it was clear to see. He shamelessly reveled in every moment with the pit, sniffing up and down, letting the manly odor assault his senses. He loved everything about it, the sweat on his face, warmth that radiated from it, and the sweaty taste on his lips. That led to giving a lick to the area, moaning out again from the delightful taste, savoring it all on his taste buds.

Clive had gotten lost in it all, smelling and tasting the bear's body. He let the larger male guide him, being eased from the pit. He was already missing it, but having his face pressed against something else that was even sweatier with an even stronger smell quickly remedied that.

To his face were a large pair of balls, smearing a layer of ball sweat over his lips, leaving him to taste the even stronger flavor. In his nose was a stronger, ranker scent. It was different from what wafted from his pits, which were exposed and left to be treated by the light breeze outside. But within those shorts, his bits were contained and left to stew in it's own sweat and musk, leaving it to develop into something more.

Gladly, the rabbit took sniffs and licks to the plump sack, all but cleaning it himself as he worked his tongue any which way he could, replacing the fluid that made the orbs damp.

Above him, Benson was groaning from the treatment to his balls, each lick sent pleasure coursing through him and that led to his own cock starting to fill out, slipping from his sheath and quickly growing to its full mast.

Again, Clive was pulled back and treated to the sight of a nearly 10 inch cock. It was plenty thick too, already forming precum at the tip that drooled a fat, clear line. It matched his hefty balls perfectly and they matched the rest of the bear's body, giving the near godly image of a lustful man. "Well, would you look at that?"

And the rabbit did look at it, but soon enough he was made to do much more than just look. A paw had gripped his face and pressed on his cheeks to pry his mouth open. Strong hips pushed that large maleness towards him. The heavy rod ran over his lips, smearing that thick precum over them. The taste was even better than his sweat, getting Clive instantly hooked.

A paw reached up and barely managed to wrap around the girth. That didn't stop the wanting cotton-tail. With a handful of bearcock he started to pump and down, running over the dark pink flesh, using more of the precum that oozed from the tip. Those slow rubs also produced some low groans that his large ears drank in, loving every second of it.

Angling it even lower, Clive brought his face close and sniffed at, finding the smell even stronger than his balls. It was potent and intoxicating, even his balls had some free room to air out a bit. But the bear's tight sheath had collected sweat that sat within, leading to an even stronger musk. The tones of raw masculinity and earthy sweat mixed together perfectly and there was something else that his cock just gave off that made him melt and nearly drool on himself.

He relegated his stroking to the center and further on. As for the tip, he used his tongue on it, wasting no time to lick all over the surface, enjoying every little throb the flesh made. Directly, his tongue was coated in ropes of fresh precum, and he savored the delightfully salty fluid. Slowly, he eased his mouth over the large tool, managing to slide it over his tongue. He removed his sticky hand and used this chance to show off. With just a few bobs of his head to loosen up his throat, Clive was soon taking all inches, rocking his head back and forth, covering every inch with his soft, hot mouth. Once his nose was buried in those slightly damp pubes did he pull back and repeat the action, enjoying the musk, taste, and the feeling of his throat bulging around the large flesh.

"Ooh... If that's how you wanna play it..." The bear grabbed the back of the sucking rabbit's head, pushing him onto his entire cock and holding him there. Clive choked and gagged around the shaft but he quickly adjusted. With his nose pressed into the musky pubic bush he started to gulp around it, feeling his strong throat muscles caressing the invading inches. While being held there, he listened to the louder groans and pants from Benson, who was clearly enjoying it all.

"Let's see how skilled you are." The cock was tugged from his throat before being shoved right back in. Not missing a bit, the rabbit was back to swallowing around the girth and swirling his tongue around the rest. He kept up the bear's actions, making small moans of his own while letting his throat be pounded. It was slow at first, likely to gauge how well the length could be taken. But with a grunt, Benson was grinding his hips at a faster pace.

Being so consumed with pleasuring the other male, Clive paid no mind to his own cock. It throbbed hard in his pants. It was bigger than average but could not stack up to the bear's man meat. Finally, Clive's attention was brought to his own rod when an extra hard pulse brought a dull ache. His erection was now so hard that it was starting to hurt just a bit. Keeping his focus on the bear, he used his other hand to unzip his fly. After worming his hand through it and through the opening of his boxers, Clive managed to unearth his own maleness, stroking at the heavily leaking, pink flesh.

That was just to satiate himself. The rabbit's main focus was still on Benson, who he surprised, by bobbing his head faster, pushing the bear's large prick even further down his own throat. At the same time, he worked his tongue faster and harder, producing several lewd slurping sounds. He didn't even care as drool was dripping down his lips, all that concerned him was using his mouth the best way that he could.

And his sudden actions had Benson on the ropes. A large paw gripped the machine for balance against his shaking legs. He could feel the rabbit lavishing his dick with licks, sucks, and the tight hold of his throat. There was no let up and just when he thought that was the apex of it all, a hand was pawing at his balls, rubbing over them and even lightly tugging just right. He had to concede defeat, feeling his orgasm rushing right towards him. Even with the cluing throbs that racked his length, Clive only continued if not going even faster.

It all happened at once: His balls rose up, his cock swelled, and he felt a burst of pleasure striking him hard. From his tip rushed thick wads of his bearness, pouring over the rabbit's tongue. Snarling all the while, Benson unloaded the load that had been left to build over a few days, shooting multiple ropes right after the other, nearly flooding the skilled lagomorph's mouth. But Clive just managed to drink the stuff down, not letting himself spill a drop. The bear had never encountered something like this. Even guys his own size struggled to handle the sheer volume of seed that pumped from his balls. But as his climax was ebbing, he could feel that smooth tongue lapping over his tip and there were the sounds of strong gulps, running his loads down that smooth throat.

Slowly, he pulled his cock free and smirked. "Show off."

The rabbit chuckled and wiped his lips, rising from his knees. "So I've been told." he noticed the spit-soaked length was still plenty hard. And then he noticed how hard his own cock was, giving another pulse that made him wince.

"Need some help?" Benson asked. Before an answer could be given, he was already working to undo the belt and pull down the lagomorph's pants. He then did his underneath as well. And to end it off, Clive's shirt was the last thing to go, leaving him just as nude as the older man.

"What did you have in mind?" the rabbit asked, his tone now playful and full of excitement.

"Well, I got room in me for another round, and I'm curious to know if the back can take me as well as the front." He was already lifting the rabbit, carrying him until they came to a long table. He placed the rabbit onto it and eased to the very end, where he lifted the smaller male's legs and eased his own body down. "Wouldn't be smart to go in dry, now would it?"

Not only was the bear a fan of being on the giving end, but he did not mind on the receiving end either. And before him was a tight, pink hole, outlined highlights of white fur and a twitching tail not too far away. Taking a moment to just enjoy it, the bear eased his muzzle close and pressed his nose between the soft-furred cheeks. The first thing he took note of was the smell. With his sniffer pressing to the pink rim, he was treated to the faint hints of the rabbit's own earthy musk. He rubbed against the rim to rouse the scent and he was treated to a slightly stronger variant, awakening the musk that formed from driving around for nearly an hour and carrying a heavy bag over his shoulder. It was just enough to huff from, filling his own lungs with the smaller male's scent.

This teasing with his nose had got the hole itself reacting, twitching while it opened slightly before closing. This repeated, winking enticingly. Such a sight only made the large predator riled up all over again, eyeing the pink flesh as if it was his prey. In the spirit of that, he gave it a taste via dragging his large, sloppy tongue over the rim, thoroughly slathering the ring in his spit. From dragging the expansive pink muscle, he got a taste of it, just like the scent, they were subtle flavors of sweat. Unable to contain himself any longer, Benson bit the bullet and pressed his tongue right to the circle of flesh, pushing against it. His thick spit was a suitable lube and his ears were again flicking in response to the rabbit's sudden moan. Grinning around his tongue, he shoved the broad muscle right inside.

Another moan was ripped from Clive, squirming as his anus was penetrated rather easily. Benson's tongue alone powered past his rim and was now flicking and twirling around inside of him. Two birds were killed with one stone from this: Benson really wanted a taste of those walls and his spit smeared over them, leaving them much slicker than they were before. Faster than he expected, the lengthy tongue was deep inside, feeling around, leaving behind a thick layer of bear spit wherever it touched. When it snaked out of him, hard shudders ran through his frame and right after it was pushed right back inside, gliding as far as it could reach.

Once he was sure that the rabbit was properly prepped, the bear withdrew his tongue entirely, ending it with a soft kiss to the rim that made the lagomorph's legs tremble. He heard the other male's whine of disappointment, once more flattered. But doing all of that licking and tasting got him eager all over again. His dick was fully hard once more and even drooling fat lines of pre. One hand was gripping a soft ass cheek while the other was stroking his own length, smearing his slick precum all over his shaft, readying it for a proper round 2. "Ready?"

At this point, between the deep tonguing to his ass and the pulsing of his needy cock, the cottontail was all but desperate. His body was trembling with anticipation. He couldn't nod fast enough. As the bear lined himself up, the rabbit took a deep breath. The pushing it stuck his senses hard but that was just the start. Clive groaned against the steady increase of inches being fed into him. Taking deep breaths, he endured the pressure of the further stretching, thankful for the mix of precum that bear spit that made it easier to take.

Benson was doing his best to hold back but with about half his cock inside there came a series of clenches that squeezed his shaft. With a growl of want, the bear forgot himself and shoved the rest of his cock roughly inside. The two of them cried out, Clive's voice being louder as he felt his ass being suddenly filled near to it's limit. It made his entire body shake. More heavy pants came and he felt himself starting to sweat. But despite all of that, the rabbit was feeling intense pleasure, just from the large meat idly sitting inside of him. Though, he was grateful for the chance for his hole to adjust to the sudden invasion, taking more deep breaths to steady himself.

Those strong clenches continued to come down on Benson's cock, working to milk more fat strings of his pre. It worked to make the hole even hotter and slicker, something that neither of them complained about.

"Go ahead," Clive said, giving a firm nod.

With a nod, the bear started to move his hips. This time he paid mind to his actions and started out slow with a timed pace, pulling back then pushing back in, enjoying the messy squelch that sounded around his cock and the soft moans that spilled from Clive. The rabbit's hole continued to squeeze around the moving shaft, adding to the pleasure between them. Clive couldn't help but shake against the large mass that pumped inside of him, filling up his ass and touching all of those spots that drove him crazy. And Benson was equally pleasured by the tight and sloppy hold, reveling in each thrust that slid his rod along those heavily slickened walls.

Voicing his pleasure, doing so while squirming, and shivering, Clive basked in the pleasures that he experienced. Benson was starting to hump his ass faster, making more grunts and deep huffs as he rammed a bit harder.

The two of them continued to voice their pleasure, riding the sex between them. The longer it went on, the wilder it became. Clive had adjusted quite a bit to the massive rod and Benson proved that he had more to give. It didn't take too long for the bear to pound his cock into the working hole.

Those strong hips were rolling quickly, slamming his fat length into the needy passage, grinding his mass against the walls with full force. Gasps came from Clive, who was gripping the sides of the table, feeling his body being bashed internally and with them came the steady, quick pounds of Benson's hips slamming against his asscheeks. The sounds of them meeting rung out, filling the previously quiet laundry mat. He took it all and was rewarded with immense pleasure, each ram inside was like a bolt of lightning. The whole time, the bear's cock was still letting off ropes of pre, proving just how full they truly were. It was already leaking from the lagomorph's hole, forming a min puddle on the table's wood.

It proved its sturdiness by enduring and standing firm against the bear's strong thrusts, they were only getting faster and harder still. For a moment, Clive could have sworn that he was being fucked by a fellow rabbit. Now he was moaning freely, telling the bear how big he was and how good it felt. His own untouched cock and left off many strings of precum. With every thrust that he endured, the pleasure was building, he wanted to cum just from being penetrated.

Reaching his limit struck him hard. All he could do was cry out as his cock pulsed hard and shoot his ropes with more force than it ever had before. They were shot in the air and landed on his chest and stomach, painting his own body in his seed, a clear display of how much he was enjoying himself.

Following right behind was Benson, gritting his teeth as he pumped right through the sudden squeezes around his dick, much stronger than any that came before. It didn't take long to do him in, but he gave all that he had, shoving his entire cock deep inside before he roared, unleashing another torrent of seed inside of the younger male, groaning as he truly emptied his balls. They were churning hard as they drew up, pumping more fat ropes of his bear spunk deep into the panting rabbit. Just as with his mouth, Clive was made to take load after load, feeling all of it first paint then start to fill up his insides. Just as with his mouth, the rabbit squeezed around the shooting cock, making a seal to keep at the seed in while putting more pressure to milk more ropes out at the same time. Benson was snarling and drooling as every drop of bear essence was drained from his balls.

The two of them were panting heavily when it was all said and done, basking in their intense afterglows and the messes that coated their bodies. One of them was about to say something before approaching footsteps got their attention instead...