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A heavy bag of trash was tossed into a large garbage container, making a clanking thump as it slammed down to the bottom. Brushing his paws against each other was Milo, with the trash taken out he was now on his break from his job. The blue and white furred bear worked at the Rumbling Lane, a local bowling alley, bar, and arcade joint. He enjoyed his job, watching others play games, racking up points and winning prizes. When not wandering around to assist anyone, Milo was working the counter for the bowling center. Despite his large stature, being 8' 2", and having rather large fangs, the bear gave off an aura of friendliness and was good at getting customers to warm up to him.

In the building's back alley, there was someone else. Leaning against the wall was a rat, with gray fur that darkened into black along his wrists and ankles. Red eyes looked over at the bear as the rodent dragged on his cigarette, his pink, clawed fingers pulled it from his lips, puffing the white smoke into the air. His name was Silas.

Milo considered Silas a friend despite him being a literal street rat. Despite his own approachable nature, the bear himself was not perfect. Being the 23 year old he was, he was keen on making not the best choices, including drinking, partying, and making friends with Silas. His usual playful smile turned into a slightly devious smirk.

"Shouldn't you get back to work?" Silas asked, his tone teasing. He gave a final puff and propped the butt to the ground, stepping and grinding his shoe over it.

"On break," Milo said as he leaned against the wall as well. "But you know that."

Silas smirked, he eased from the wall and stretched, opening his mouth wide, showing off his large front teeth as he yawned. Slowly, he strolled until he stood in front of the blue bear.

"And here you are, wasting it on me." The rat flicked his tail. "Got any tokens on you?"

"Always," the ursine said, reaching into the pocket of his work vest, a jingling noise came as he dug the heavy paw around.

"I didn't think you were serious," Silas chuckled as he closed his hand around the tokens poured into his palm. "Stealing from work? How do you sleep at night?"

"Like you're one to talk," the ursine snorted. "Besides, I'm the best worker. I could do whatever I want."

"Bet it helps that there's no cameras, huh?"

"What are you going to do with them anyways?" the bear asked.

"Duh. I'm gonna play some games. I only got money for a drink or two. When I step in, just pretend you weren't expecting me."

"Oh, so this is why you were asking me about my job," Milo chuckled, wrapping a large arm around the rat. "And this is why I only told you just now. Can't let you mess it up for me before I get things set up just the way I like them."

Silas snickered. His friend knew him well. He had no interest in things like holding down a job, the rat much preferred making his money via schemes, dealing, and mugging guys that deserved it. But the rat was not above mooching off his friend's hard work.

Now Milo was the one to yawn and stretch and Silas watched as the bear reared up, opening his maw wide, showing off a mouth full of fangs. "Damn. It's nice and cool back here..." he said, referring to the shade that kept away the heat of the overhanging sun. One of his paws was combing through the fur of his pit, scratching the slightly itchy space. His good mood seemed to fade.

"Hmm..."

"What? Stressed?" Silas questioned, resting a hand in his jacket pocket.

"Just not ready to go back in there," Milo admitted. "It's not a hard job but it's still a job. You got something to take the edge off?"

"Usually I would, but you're out of luck today, big boy." Silas looked the bear up and down, a smirk forming on his muzzle. "Looks like you're feeling a bit pent up, huh?"

Milo groaned. Him being called 'big boy' triggered a reaction almost instantly. It had been a while since he got some real action, and he wasn't content with just stroking it out.

"What? You're gonna turn down a blowie? Come on, I'll make it quick," Silas taunted. "Wasn't it you telling me how good my tongue was?"

Milo gulped, fighting hard to push back the memories of that time. "I'm almost out of time."

"I can work with that," the rat said with a shrug. He was already approaching, getting close to the larger male.

"I'm just now sure if..." Milo could feel himself blushing.

"If you can control yourself?" This time, the rat reached up and pressed the bear's nose with his finger. "Admit it, you got a thing for me."

"I wouldn't jump to conclusions." The bear huffed and crossed his arms, averting his gaze. "Besides...I'm gonna need something stronger. Something that can...hold me over. You know, fill me up?"

"Fuck, man. Why didn't you say that from the start?" Teeth flashed with his grin. "But what happened to that time limit?"

"It is what it is. I'll just tell them I had a little rat problem that I needed to take care of."

"Haha. Very funny."

The two of them were already getting into position. Milo turned around and leaned over a large empty crate, pulling down his shorts to reveal his bare ass, showing off the expanse of white fur, blue borders. Behind him, Silas kept on his shirt and jacket. His pants had already come off. On display was his hard cock, showing off all 9 inches and below were a pair of fat rat balls. It always surprised the bear when seeing them, wondering just where Silas tucked them away, considering how he was a fan of slim pants.

Nevertheless, the rat was already making small grunts, stroking his cock to get things started. His balls were already churning and pre was already oozing from the tip, quickly collected and smeared over the erect length.

He got close to the bear, pressing their bodies together. Being shorter than the over 8ft male, there was much for him to grab, wrapping his arms around the large set of hips, feeling both muscle and the plushness that came from his husky build. His cock was already in between the large pair of mounds, the tip pressing to the waiting tailhole.

"Guess we should just get this over with then..."

Milo was already scraping his claws over the wood, making deep indents. He was glad the sturdy wood could hold his weight. "Ooh, fuck... A-are you in yet? Hardly felt a thing." Now it was his turn to taunt. "You don't have to hold back, I can take it."

Silas just rolled his eyes. In response, he lifted and smacked a paw over the bear's ass, making hard contact despite the thick, soft fur that covered the surface. A deep moan came, not only from the hard spank, but the rat had suddenly shoved the length of his cock inside, planting all nine inches deep inside. So soon, his precum was already making the hole nice and slick.

Now he was taking it seriously, enjoying the squeezes on his shaft. Clenching his teeth, the rat gripped hard and leaned over the bear's backside. After pulling back, he rammed back inside, using that force to establish a pace, rubbing his cock deep inside.

That was just what Milo needed, gasping aloud from the sudden filling. His body tensed, clamping down on the hot, leaking flesh inside of him. A few more grinds touched his prostate, leading to an unexpected moan and shudder. Behind him he heard Silas chuckling. His ears flattened as he blushed again, but he was willing to endure the embarrassment for the sake of keeping up the pleasure, finally scratching that itch that bothered him for some time now.

Behind him, the rat was very much enjoying his position. More often than not it was Milo in his place. So he took full advantage, enjoying even the little squeezes down on his shaft. Looking down, he watched as those plump asscheeks jiggled from his hips smacking into them.

Just when the bear thought it couldn't get any better, there was something touching his cock. But it was not fingers, no it was the rat's slender tail first slithering along before wrapping around his shaft. It was pumping up and down, matching the pace of Silas' hips. They had sped up, reaching his cock in deeper, pounding inside with even more force.

"Ahh! Okay, this is n-new."

"What kind of friend would I be if I didn't make it worthwhile?" Another hard smack was given to the bear's ass. Milo growled from the touch and pushed back against him. This got a groan from the rat, now having his entire cock sunk within the surrounding wet lining.

While gripping the crate, Milo's ears twitched. There was something, the bear was sure of it, but looking around showed him nothing but the empty alley. He could hear the muffled voices of those on the other side of the door, focusing on that, he was sure that a voice was getting louder.

"S-someone's coming..." Even as he said that, the rat was still pumping inside.

"Alright, behind the trash..." Without pulling out, the rodent climbed on his friend's back. Milo was quick to shuffle away. It was a good idea, the trash container was just big enough to hide the blue mammal's body. And once settling out of sight of anyone approaching, Silas resumed. Covering his mouth, Milo pushed his ass back against the shorter male. That pink tail was back to stroking his cock, making it even harder to keep his voice down.

Silas bend down, pressing his body to Milo's back, burying his face into the soft pelt to muffle his own voice. His cock had never left the soft, squeezing hole. With every thrust, those heavy balls of his smacked against the bear's sending stronger waves of pleasure through his own body.

They both heard the door leading to the alley open and close with a heavy thump. Footsteps were getting closer. Milo was trying his hardest not to make a sound, feeling his cock pulsing hard. It was all so thrilling, the fact that the male clinging to his back wasn't letting up or the moans that dared to give them away at any moment.

There was the sound of dragging and grumbling. Then came the loud clang of another bag of trash falling to the bottom of the container. And just like that, the footsteps were going in the opposite direction, followed by the door opening and closing, leaving them alone and scott-free.

"Guess that takes care of itself," Silas chuckled, running his claws through the fur of Milo's back. "Now, let's get back to the good stuff." He found no need for them to move back to where they were before. He just increased his grip, and was back to slamming himself inside with the force he used previously, smacking his balls hard enough to make steady 'clap' sounds. And with them were Milo's unrestrained moans, echoing through the alley once more.

At this point, the gray furred male was ramming himself inside of the bear's hole with full force and speed. Inside of the bear's passage, his cock had let off much of his pre, slathering the surfaces in layers of hot pre, making it nice and sloppy, making a deep squishing sound when he pumped inside and out.

With his panic of being caught diminished, Milo allowed himself to bask in the pleasure. Panting heavily, groaning, and feeling his cock throbbing hard, the bear felt the pleasure building up, daring to come to a head. His moans were getting deeper and he dared to say the rat's name, doing so in a light, breathy tone. It wasn't often, usually being growls and snarls when he was thrusting hard into the rat, driving himself home. But the force of the thrusts, the hard presses to his prostate, was all becoming too much for him.

This was rare for Silas as well, who immediately got used to the bear listening to his name being spoken by the bear in a rather submissive tone. Though he was giving all he had, it drove even more out of him. With all the speed and power that he demanded of himself, the muscles of Silas' body were burning but he continued to jam his cock in as deep and hard as he could, grunting and hissing as he managed to actually rock the large bear's body, watching as Milo spread his legs and gripped the wall for support.

With a final thrust deep inside, Silas finally came inside of the bear's ass, cum being pumped from his large rat balls, spurting fat ropes of his fresh, hot seed under Milo's tail. The load filled the space rather quickly, leading to the excess dripping out into the concrete below them both. From this, Milo shuddered and snarled as he too came, shooting his own thick wads of cum against the trash container. While he panted heavily, Silas was still inside of him, panting heavily while he was riding out his afterglow.

The bear eventually did move, lifting himself up, groaning as the rat's cock slipped free from his ass, following the brunt of the hot load, spilling out from his used hole. He groaned as the fullness was relieved, looking over to see Silas smirking with pride. His cock had gone soft and his balls were looking less swollen. It seemed that the rat needed this just as much as he did.

"So, did I do good?" the rodent asked, standing up and walking off to grab his pants.

Pleasure was still tingling within the large predator but he noticed his hole was now feeling rather loose and a bit sore. Now he would have to work with that as a constant reminder. "Yeah, it was pretty damn good."

As his friend returned, he was wearing an even wider smile, clearly feeling smug about how the bigger guy acted when underneath him, he could still hear the pitched moans in his ears. And Milo knew very well what the bear found so amusing. "Don't get used to it!" he growled before smirking himself. "Let's hear what you sound like at the end of my shift." He collected his own clothes and was soon returning to work, leaving the rat with something to look forward to beyond playing games with his "borrowed" tokens.