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For Dorothy Smirnov, she didn't mind being in the kitchen. She enjoyed cooking when it came down to it, to the point she often eagerly woke up early on a Friday morning to make a delicious breakfast. The varieties she could cook, bake, broil, sizzle, then concoct in front of a stove enticed the creative housewife in her. Plus, seeing the wide-eyed looks in young Franklin and Hayley's faces upon waking up to find a delicious meal to eat before school, it made Dorothy feel so happy. Today was no exception.

"This is delicious, Mama!" Hayley giggled as she devoured her eggs.

"Where's Dad at?" Franklin asked between finishing his breakfast and reading a book at the last minute for class. "He's supposed to go to work, right, Mom?"

"Here I am," Smirnov waltzed into the kitchen wearing only a bathrobe, weary and dead-eyed until the scent of coffee made his tail wag. "Mmm, thanks for brewing it early, dear."

"I thought you and Sammy would need it for today," she chirped, handing him a fresh mug filled with black, bitter gold, just how he liked it. "Here, I already had mine."

"Have I mentioned you're an angel?" He asked again, to which the two elder German shepherds chuckled, and they exchanged a peck on the cheek. Consequently, their children gagged exaggeratedly at the sight of their parents kissing. "What? This is how mommies and daddies show they love each other, kiddos."

"It's gross, Daddy!" Hayley giggled before finishing the rest of her eggs.

"You prepared for that quiz today, champ?" Smirnov asked his son. "And I thought you were supposed to finish reading that book by last night."

"Sorry, Pops, but I forgot about it," Franklin closed it. "And done!"

"Perfect timing, Frank," Dorothy hurriedly went to grab her cubs' backpacks, "because the bus will be here any minute now, and your father won't have time to drive you to school."

The two young German shepherds sat up to place their empty plates into the sink, then fussed as their mother told them to put their coats on, then handed each their lunch bags, while guiding them out the door. Meanwhile, Smirnov casually sat down at the table to sip coffee.

"You have a wonderful day at school, okay kids?" He reached for the newspaper while giving a grin to his son. "And I expect nothing less than an A on that quiz, Franklin!"

"Yes, Dad!" He called out.

"By, Daddy!" Hayley squealed happily.

The minute the front door closed shut, a relieved sigh could be heard from the master bedroom. Out stepped a lithe red fox in his early twenties, stark naked after a fresh shower and smiling ear to twitching ear, a cheerful jump noticeable in his walk as he entered the kitchen. The heavenly scent and crispy aroma of bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns filled his nostrils.

"Good morning, Smirnov." Samuel Parker grinned at the older canine.

Smirnov glanced away from his newspaper to stare lecherously at the fox. He admired the white-and-crimson-furred rump as he leaned forward to fetch a cup of coffee beside the kitchen sink. No matter how long their relationship lasted, no matter if he aged to a hundred years or how old Samuel got, he could not grow tired of seeing the younger canine without clothes on. It riled up the dominant, homosexual gene in him to take the fox then and there.

For the moment, Smirnov simply ignored the instinct.

"It's a miracle the kids didn't walk in on you sleeping with me and Dorothy this morning," he mentioned. "For all they knew, you were sleeping in the spare room."

"It isn't my fault you got me so exhausted last night," he playfully whined, then sat next to the stoic dog reading the paper. "My legs were so tired, I couldn't get out of bed."

"I will admit, I may have been a little rough with you last night," Smirnov smirked, sipping again with the fox. He noticed the lad frowning at his cup. "Put some more cream in it, Sam. Me and Dorothy like to have our coffee bitter."

"More cream, you say?" The fox leered, only to be ignored as the old shepherd read about the latest Hollywood actor to be accused of being communist spy. "Alright then."

Rather than reach for the coffee creamer sitting in the middle of the table, Samuel proceeded to reach for his lover's robe. He untied the front, letting it disperse open to reveal the German shepherd's equally naked body. Smirnov spread his legs wider, letting his muscular body be exposed to the air as he sat in the chair, without so much as looking away from the newspaper.

Middle age did not deter the chief from working out, clearly. Licking his lips and repressing a hungry moan, Sam wordlessly caressed the greying furs on Smirnov's muscular chest, then trailed his fingers down the abdomen to a growing erection between those powerful legs. He stroked once, twice, thrice, and again until he heard the dog let out a needing growl.

Before either could do more, an amused German shepherdess walked in.

"Already?" Dorothy huffed with a roll of her eyes, stepping into the kitchen to join them at the table. "Will you not do this at the table? What if we miss a stain cleaning up afterwards?"

Samuel paused his handiwork to say, "I can help."

"I appreciate it, sweetie," she jested, "but you won't be the one making the mess."

"Not if I swallow the cream," he joked, to which Dorothy rolled his eyes and Smirnov placed a large paw between his heated ears. Licking his chops again, Samuel then went under the kitchen table as he proclaimed, "I'll be quick, since we have work soon."

"You best do that--oooooooohhhhh!!"

"Pff," Dorothy muttered, "Men."

Samuel grinned beneath the table. Although he remained far from having a sexual attraction to the German shepherdess, Samuel couldn't deny the friendship he held with her. If anything, it matched the love they both contained for Smirnov, together.

"Anyway, I must be off," Dorothy stood to rinse her plate in the sink, "the next-door neighbors are all having a Tupperware party at the Johnsons' house. You too have fun before work, but don't forget to freshen up!

A sharp pin dropped the moment she walked out the front door with her coat seconds later. It left both Smirnov and Samuel frozen as well as incredibly silent. Neither could hear anything other than her shoes against the floor and their own heartbeats raging against their rib cages. Yet the instant each heard the front door close shut with an audible click, the fox emerged from below the kitchen table. Then, he and the German Shepherd both leapt to their feet, making a giddy beeline for the bedroom like a pair of horny schoolboys about to trade away their virginities. Even though both lost their's long ago.

Smirnov effortlessly dropped his robe to the bedroom floor, while Samuel did the same, leaning in for a passionate kiss that would leave any other homosexual breathless. Their slick erections rubbed feverishly against each other, leaving trails of pre. Their lips smacked with wet saliva and desperate moans. Neither wanted it to end, even though the canines knew they only had an hour before actually leaving for work. Still, plenty could be done within an hour, if not thirty minutes at minimum. Which it was done.

Tossing and turning on the bed shared hours ago by him, his boyfriend, and wife, Smirnov groaned like a satisfied old man, closing his eyes and leaning his head into the sheets at the sensation of his fox pleasuring him down there. Samuel lapped hungrily at his leaking Johnson, only for his vulpine tongue to travel further south. It curved down the hard shaft and past the musky scrotum, interacting with the shivering taint for a few seconds before eventually, Smirnov raised his legs high enough for the younger canine to delve deep into a once-forbidden territory they'd only begun exploring with his oral appendage. And as soon as it started to make out with that winking star beneath his tail, the fox's cold nose tickling his taint throughout, the German shepherd nearly howled to the moon and back. As did Samuel.

"Oooooh, Sammy!" Smirnov grumbled with toes curling and tail twitching incessantly between his shaking legs. "Oooooh, Sammy, I'm gonna...gonna...nnngh!"

The dutiful fox pulled back in time to wrap his lips back around the police chief's convulsing member, just as jets of warm cum fired down his throat. He swallowed it all without effort, going so far as to clean his mentor/lover's shaft, then shifting upwards to pack him on the sweaty cheek.

"Phew!" Smirnov blushed, and chuckled. "You were amazing as always..." The German shepherd eyed the clock sitting on the nightstand and cleared his throat while abruptly sitting up. "Come on, let's get showered. We don't need to be late."

"Yessir!" Sam playfully chirped.

***

Smirnov didn't know why he went along with it. He didn't know why he accepted the flirtatious invitation. Against his instincts and those of his male lover, he invited Samuel into his office for 'a word'. None of the other officers paid any kind, figuring that the old chief wanted to give the fresh academy fox a reminder about something regarding police conduct, or perhaps a story to regale him with during what admittedly, happened to be a slow workday for everyone at the police department.

Little did they know something else occurred when the office door closed. As quietly as possible, Smirnov and Sam locked muzzles in a fevered kiss. They let down their defenses within the sturdy walls of the chief's private office, and Smirnov let himself be pushed against his wooden desk filled with paperwork. He paid no mind to it, instead relishing the fox's taboo touch and how the younger canine felt pressed against his body.

Both were out of breath. Both painted with extended tongues as a bridge of saliva connected them. Samuel licked his chops, then went immediately to work by falling to his knees, pushing his wet nose to the police chief's tenting trousers.

Plenty of chances to stop where they were. Making love or having a quick blowjob in the privacy of their homes were one thing. Doing it in the private office of the police chief in the middle of a busy Manhattan precinct screamed 1000 ways I could go wrong. They didn't need to do it there. They wanted it though. The raw adrenaline of doing it coursed through each of their veins. It made their hearts beat even faster than before, their skin sweat more, their fur stand higher at attention, and their canine cocks throb maddeningly. What they did was wrong according to society, but performing the act in such a risky location made it even more extraordinary to Samuel and Smirnov, the latter of whom stifled a loud moan the minute the former tugged those trousers down. Without waiting, Samuel kissed the head of that pulsing shaft, licked the underside thoroughly, then swallowed it whole without giving a single gag.

"Oooooh, Sammy...S-S-Samm...Sammy, you're...oooooooh, my!"

The rational side of Smirnov wanted to end it then and there. It didn't matter if his academy fox possessed a talented pair of lips, a tongue to rival any French kisser, or the velvet throat of a homosexual most women would wish they could naturally have, in order to impress their husbands and boyfriends. However, Smirnov did not move. He stayed leaning against the office desk, his trousers tugged down to the shaking knees, tail tapping excitedly against the wooden underside of the desk, and his tongue lolling out from the sensations jolting from his cock up his quaking, shameless body. In the end, irrational lust won by a huge margin.

Like earlier that morning, Smirnov's toes began to curl inside his shoes. His tail twitched against the wooden desk, and he suddenly held the back of Officer Samuel's bobbing head in a strong grip. As always, the fox stood still and siphoned on the chief's cock, swallowing down every warm drop down his willing throat as he heard the German shepherd bite his lower jaw until blood was almost drawn. Both canines found themselves in blissful heaven.

Reality broke through though, in the form of an office door opening.

"Hey, Smirnov, if you're still coming to the...diner at...uh, noon...?" Blacksad's drawl fell silent on what he saw; a pantsless police chief, glaring embarrassed daggers at the black cat, while a certain academy fox was glued to the older canine's crotch, with a horrified face hidden from view. Behind the detective, the sounds of a busy, unassuming police precinct continued without interruption. "I'll take that as a yes."

Blacksad swiftly closed the door, right as Samuel pulled away from Smirnov's softened member. Intense fear crossed the vulpine officer's sweaty, wide-eyed face as he apprehensively licked his muzzle clean.

"O-Oh my G-God!" Samuel stared at his lover in absolute terror. "H-He j-j-just s-s-s--"

"Slow down, Sammy," Chief Smirnov calmly pulled his trousers back up and shoved his flaccid penis into his boxers, already buckling his belt. "Breathe for me. There's no need to panic, not with John."

"B-But he," Samuel Parker inhaled and exhaled, trying to slow his racing heartbeat threatening to collide against his ribcage. "He just saw me--he saw us!"

"Why don't we go to lunch soon?" Smirnov offered with a coy, relaxed smirk. "My treat, and John is expecting us at the diner we always go to, right? It'll be rude for us not to go."

Officer Samuel Parker wanted to die. He wished to disappear the minute he walked through the precinct, out onto the Manhattan streets, and when he sat down next to Smirnov in the private diner booth, with a nonchalant Blacksad sipping on some clam chowder soup.

Amidst the mundane chatter of faraway customers and a sleepy waitress, Samuel expected the worst. What he didn't expect was what came out of the private eye's mouth.

"You need to lock your office doors next time, Smirnov."

"Believe me, there won't be a next time," the German shepherd grumbled. "If it hadn't been you to find us, I doubt we'd even be having this conversation right now."

Within seconds, Samuel relaxed again. His world didn't shatter. If anything, he and Smirnov gained yet another ally who supported their taboo relationship. Or at the very least, didn't care about it, so much as lectured the embarrassed police chief about being careful in public settings. Unbeknownst to Samuel though, both Blacksad and Smirnov would have a separate conversation later that night, where the two decided to do something special for the fox in the near future. Together.

***

Once again, time passed by. Winter turned into spring. The snow melted, flowers bloomed, and children played outside. This included Smirnov's cubs, who laughed at a local playground as Dorothy was accompanied by Officer Parker, who'd been patrolling the area.

It also happened to be his birthday. The entire afternoon, Samuel expected his canine lover to wish him such, even if it was through the stoic façade as a superior at the office. By the time evening rolled around though, and the night shift slowly trickled in, nothing happened.

At least, until the fox found a letter on his desk. It was in the older dog's handwriting.

"Come back to your apartment once you're finished with paperwork," he read it to himself at a lowered voice. "We have a surprise for you. Signed, Smirnov. We?"

So, he finished compiling and finishing his procedural paperwork, then hurriedly clocked out before taking a taxi cab to his apartment block. His paws trembled as he unlocked the door, then set his coat and uniform aside as he followed rose pedals into his dark bedroom.

Simply put, what Samuel Parker saw upon flicking the lights on shocked him. It left him standing speechless in the doorway.

There, on opposite sides of his bed, stood a half-naked John Blacksad and an equally naked John Smirnov, wearing only a pair of white-pressed boxers. Both of which did little to hide either of their well-built frames, let alone the bulges growing behind the fabrics.

"Wh-What's this?" Samuel stammered in shock as well as surprised lust.

"Happy birthday, kiddo." Blacksad grinned from his place on the bed. "Glad you could make it back here in time to unwrap your presents."

"B-Blacksad, sir!" He jerked his head between him and Smirnov, looking ever so handsome on the bed they'd spent so much time on, it smelled like their scents. "S-Smirnov, what the Hell is going on here? Why're you and he--"

"Isn't it obvious?" The older canine interrupted with a warm voice. "I thought it would be best to give you a birthday present you would never forget, so I asked John here if he would be willing to help give it to you." He stifled a chuckle. "It turned out, he needed very little convincing on my part to have a threesome with you."

"Wait." Samuel stared at the other man in the room. Half in disbelief, and half in relieved satisfaction, after months of suspicion. "You're a homosexual too?"

The signs were there, ever since the fox first met the private detective through Chief Smirnov; the nonchalant acceptance of his colleagues' sexual orientations, to the devotion to being physically fit, the lack of a wedding ring despite approaching his forties.

"Bisexual," the black cat corrected him. "At least, according to Kinsey."

"Bisexual?" Sam perked an ear.

"Believe me, I know I am," Blacksad winked before standing up, his tall height and broad shoulders once again intimidating the fox, but not in the worst way. "So, birthday boy. Would you like to unwrap your boyfriend's gifts, or take things slow?"

"If...if Smirnov's o-okay with it." The fox glanced over to his canine lover, uncertainty and devotion laden in his eyes. "Are you okay with this?"

"I wouldn't have suggested this if I wasn't," the German shepherd replied with a soft smile. "I know you love me, but also find Blacksad attractive. I find him attractive too."

"So then," Blacksad asked the question again. "Sammy, do you want to go through with this?"

Ever so patient, Smirnov watched from the bedside as his cat colleague approached the nervous yet excited vulpine police officer. He smirked upon hearing Sammy whisper his desire.

"Take it...slow, for now." He gasped once one of the cat's paws gripped his thigh.

"Excellent choice, kiddo." Blacksad licked his whiskers. "Enjoy yourself. And feel free to join in once you're ready, Chief."

"Oh, I will. Believe me, John, I will."

Their tails wagged behind them. They exhaled shaking breaths, with the older feline's more confident-sounding, and their whiskers touched before it finally happened.

Kissing a feline versus a canine felt different to Samuel Parker. Compared to Smirnov, Blacksad's silk-like whiskers tickled his cheeks as they traded a sensual kiss, followed by a rough tongue that surprised the fox. Unlike his German shepherd, the black cat's tongue felt like soft sandpaper against his appendage, the texture both irritating yet enticing his inner muzzle as it danced around his teeth, inner jaws, the roof of his maw, as well as against his dexterous tongue that tried fighting back, only to surrender. And boy did he blissfully surrender like France.

From the bed, Chief Smirnov pawed his crotch, feeling the hot blood rush to his half-hard and aching cock beneath the boxer shorts. They felt a little too tight on him. Still, it didn't prevent the old German shepherd from stroking through the fabric, feeling his member spring to life like the countless times he's seen Sam hot under the collar. Or the countless times that John Blacksad had teased him whenever he needed to change in the comfort and privacy of his office, back at the police precinct. Although neither he nor the feline ever mentioned it, they both had felt an attraction to each other, but were either too devoted to their jobs or their own relationships to ever consider pursuing one. Be it romantic or sexual.

Until now, at least sexually. Truth be told, Smirnov could never picture himself having such a taboo relationship with John. Not only did he often prefer women to men, but the black cat couldn't compare to the love he felt for both Dorothy as well as Sammy.

Still, being friends didn't mean they couldn't be beneficial. Especially after tonight.

Before Samuel Parker could comprehend his surroundings, he was encircled by the two men like ravenous predators about to devour their prey. Behind him, Smirnov wrapped his arms around his trembling waist and started to unbuckle his belt, while Blacksad smiled as he unbuttoned the fox's shirt. His black fingers expertly shared the layer of clothing to reveal a toned chest sculpted from the police academy training.

"You fresh academy graduates are always fun to fuck," Blacksad murmured to the flustered fox, placing his paws on the fox's bare sides as he pressed their chests closer. "Always fun to make moan too."

Samuel felt Smirnov possessively hold him as he warned, "John..."

The fox's tail thrashed against their ankles along the ground. His boner begged for release from its confinement.

"Since it's your birthday too," he clarified, "I promised the chief I would be gentle."

Samuel could only let out a whimper. Right as he felt the black cat press his lips to his and right as his German Shepherd lover started to caress his nipples from behind. It made him utter a high-pitched gasp, giving Blacksad's tongue access yet again. Just several seconds or enough to take his breath away. When they did part for air, Samuel found himself moaning when he felt Smirnov press himself against his back, poking his tented erection against his boxers, as did Blacksad, who leaned over the fox's shoulder to begin making out with the police chief. Sam could hear them smooching next to his sensitive ear, The smacking of wet lips and traded tongues, exhaling and intaking breath before departing. Next thing that he knew, Smirnov gently craned his neck, leaving at vulnerable for Blacksad to purr against as he then made out with the older German shepherd.

So, they continued enjoying each other in a round-robin exchange of lips. Samuel found himself in heaven as he was sandwiched between two muscular older men, one of whom he loved more than life itself and the other whom he admittedly how old a school boy crush on. The same black cat who is so defined muscles he couldn't help but knead and worship as he switched between kissing him and tonguing his police chief.

Samuel didn't know how Blacksad did it, keeping such a masculine physique. He obviously didn't follow the police academy's strict health regiment. Whatever it was, it prevented the black cat from losing too much of a toned build to the high-calorie temptations of city food. His black-furred biceps remained strong enough to likely crush his lithe frame, and his sculpted stomach could compete with Smirnov's. Neither could avoid some pudginess that came with getting older, but not even middle age succeeded in taking them out of their prime.

Either way, Samuel absolutely loved it. He became lost in the dual sensations. He shivered at each wandering touch and possessive grope, especially as Blacksad and Smirnov each shed the rest of their clothing, guiding him to his apartment's bed like an altar. And before the academy fox knew it, he found himself kneeling down in front of the extremely erect detective and gulped at what pulsed in front of his whiskered nose.

Blacksad's Johnson was very similar to what the police chief possessed. Where the German shepherd was longer and possessed more veins along his shaft, the black cat's cock held more thickness to compete with length, as well as lower-hanging orbs below, each the size of tangerines. Much to Samuel's drooling delight.

Blacksad had been on the receiving end of many enthusiastic blowjobs, from men more often than women. Not to say that a woman could play his pulsing arousal like a musical instrument, but more often than not, it was gay men who gave the best head. He learned that firsthand in the Army. Compared to the closeted private first-classes or the male clients more than eager to pay the black cat's services with a willing mouth, Officer Samuel Parker definitely knew how to use his lips and a velvet tongue. He knew how to make a man like Blacksad curl his toes on the wooden floorboards and make him bite his lower lip, as well as purr loud enough to make his own feline scrotum vibrate against the fox's chin. The combined slurping sounds were angelic. More so as he effortlessly bobbed up and down that beautiful male specimen.

They paused their illicit act, if only for a moment, allowing Blacksad to scoot backwards onto the bed and Samuel to raise his exposed ass to the air. Parting the bushy fox tail from obscuring his view of the hole winking back at him, Smirnov knelt in front of the vulpine cheeks, spread the russet globes apart, then delved his canine tongue into the tight depths. Sufficed to say, it led to Samuel chorusing moans around Blacksad's member, who in turn had to stifle a loud, pleasurable groan from the back of his throat.

Smirnov thoroughly licked and ate out his vulpine lover's stretching tailhole, relishing the taste of his virile mask and how clean it felt against his lips. Once he felt sure it was ready, he raised his muzzle to lock eyes with Blacksad, who smirked in lecherous understanding. He craved what came next.

Minutes later, all three changed positions, with Smirnov lying on his back and Samuel hovering above the German shepherd, each nuzzling and licking the other's painfully erect dicks. Meanwhile, Blacksad had knelt behind the prepared vulpine, gripping his raised tail and positioning his lubed black cock between those red-furred cheeks, with a wet pucker begging to be spread wide apart. And widened it apart with the insertion of his Johnson, Blacksad readily did! In one firm thrust too. Samuel didn't even raise his voice beyond a blissful yelp.

His hardened penis throbbed in the molasses-like depths of that russet fox's rear end. His thick shaft twitched and copious amounts of pre-cum that would have filled a shot glass. It leaked even more as he not only felt the hot breath of Chief Smirnov's flaring nostrils against his thrusting taint, but also how much Samuel clenched tightly around him. Almost like a virgin. He had to be the tightest canine he'd ever taken. It sent electric currents of adrenaline up and down his spine, to the point that it Blacksad's previous male hookup (a crossdressing deer who'd recently lost his antlers, giving him the chance to pretend to be a girl at one of the gay bars in Greenwich Village) to complete shame. His dick got squeezed so expertly. It seemed that Smirnov had taught the fox well.

Together, the red fox, the black cat, and the German shepherd kept up with each other at an even pace. Samuel arched his sweating back against Blacksad's broad chest, stroking Smirnov to an explosive climax only muffled by the vulpine cock stuffed inside his mouth. Watching the geyser of cum before him, the fox hunched forward to catch some stray jets with his extended tongue, to little avail. Seconds later though, he became distracted when Blacksad starting to thrust faster inside him, that perfectly curved feline cock pushing against the prostate repeatedly. The icing on the cake arrived when Smirnov performed a certain trick with his dexterous tongue at the same time the detective fucking Samuel decided to grope not the officer's sides, but his neglected nipples. The two most sensitive spots on his upper body.

The minute he felt the pert nubs get pinched by two clawed fingers, the fox suddenly became lost in the sensations. His mind went blank. He didn't hear, taste, smell, or see; Samuel Parker only felt it all. Saliva and sweaty grime trickling down his body like rain water. Blacksad's fangs biting down on his left shoulder blade. The feline emptying his fiery seed within his bowels. Smirnov's licking and kissing his own emptied cock as it lay limp against those familiar lips. The sweet afterglow that enveloped all three men as they collapsed together on the stained mattress of an apartment, not caring which neighbors heard their debauchery.

***

At some point during the early hours of the morning, Samuel could recall being stirred awake by a soft pair of canine lips pecking his turned cheek. They smelled of his mouthwash, but the affection couldn't be confused for any other.

"I love you, Sammy." The German shepherd whispered to the love of his life. "I'll call you later from the office."

Unfortunately, the events of the night before had really worn Samuel out. Not only did the fox sleep, by he slept so deep, Blacksad had to be the one to get out of bed and answer the ringing telephone on the other side of the bedroom.

John strutted over to the phone, unabashed about wearing his birthday suit in front of an open window overlooking a dead alleyway. He promptly picked up the device, holding it to his ear. "Hello?" Another voice spoke on the other end, and Blacksad replied, "Oh, hey there, Chief. Yeah, he's really tuckered out. We really shouldn't have gone too hard with our...drinking game. Yeah, 'drinking game'. Yeah, I had plenty of fun too. Imagine us in our very time, hehe. We would have destroyed Sammy...at that card game, yes. Yeah, we're not in our twenties anymore. Oh please, I'm not forty yet, old man. Anyway, do you want me to wake him up, Chief? Can I be, y'know...creative? Mmmm, thanks. I bet he'll like it too. See ya later, Chief!"

One minute, the tired red fox dreamt of being with his boyfriend in a beach house somewhere around Amsterdam. The next thing that Samuel registered, he felt a wet tongue and soft whiskers tickle his morning wood, transforming it into hardened red oak between his legs.

Keening, Sam opened his eyes to discover a certain black cat suckling his cock head with a smug grin. "Morning, kiddo." Blacksad huffed on the vulpine dick again, the teasing breath of air eliciting another moan. "How did you sleep?"

"Wonderfully," Samuel coyly replied, "until I got pulled out of a lovely dream."

The feline licked his chops like a dog. "Let me make it up to you then, kit."

Soon enough, Officer Samuel Parker discovered that not only did the private detective have the fucking skills of a breeding bull, but he could perform oral sex just as expertly as he could. If not more, due to personal experience. Wherever Blacksad learned how to suck off another man, it certainly left the fox feeling more awake than earlier. It led to Samuel gripping his bedsheets and his tail constantly thrashing against the metal frame, the lad trying his best not to moan as loudly as he did the night before. It was difficult though. The feline's throat felt tighter and softer than he could ever expect, combined with that rough cat tongue coating the underside of his sudden erection, it led to Samuel orgasming hard enough to nearly knock him out again that morning.

"Whooo!" Samuel gasped as soon as he could feel his limbs again. "Holy fucking shit...whe-where did you...learn that?"

"During my tour of Europe in the war," Blacksad casually wiped off his chin and swallowed down the bitter taste of cum, smirking. "My company hired an Italian prostitute to service all of us, and she taught me how to make a man cum in less than a minute."

"Care to..." Sam inhaled and exhaled. "Care to tell me...how to do that...for Smirnov?"

"Hmmm, maybe," the black sat stretched his sore muscles into the air, providing a great view of his muscles beneath the stained obsidian fur. "First, let's go take a shower. The Chief's looking to take the missus out to lunch near the station and wants us to join for a little...chat."

"A chat?" The fox stood, partially admiring the curves of John's ass as he waltzed towards the bathroom nearby. "What do you reckon they wanna discuss?"

The detective laughed as he held the door open for him. "A foursome, maybe."

"A foursome?" Samuel gulped at the image alone, failing to hide his blush. "Tha...I think that does sounds like it would be fun."

"Mrs. S has had her eye on me since we first met, but it wasn't until I learned she and her husband invited you into their marriage that I thought I'd ever had the chance," he chuckled. In truth, Blacksad respected Smirnov too much to ever consider getting between him and his wife. "Now, let's get showered. I can't have Smirnov's academy fox smelling like us when we're out in public."

With a roll of his eyes, Sam stood up to share a shower in his apartment's bathroom. Before either of them entered the old porcelain tub though, the fox and black cat found themselves in a peculiar position. See, Samuel found himself staring at the spellbinding way the feline's naked read end curved as well as bounced with each step. Utterly hypnotic, almost comparable to his German Shepherd lover. Where Smirnov's posterior cheeks excelled in muscle, Blacksad's ass made up for with toned firmness. Samuel learned as much when the feline leaned over to turn the faucet on, giving him the chance to not only fondle each midnight globe, but pry them apart to delve his tongue into the crevice between.

If he were ever asked about his Army days in Europe, specifically in regard to situational homosexuality between his fellow soldiers, Blacksad would say he'd explored plenty of ways to pleasure a man. Rimming included, though rarely. In fact, John would say he'd not been given a proper rimjob since the gruff, closeted sergeant hear in charge of his unit shared a bed with him in the camp. No drug store within hundreds of miles existed that sold Vaseline, so the sergeant made do with his leathery tongue to prepare John for what had been an...okay fucking.

"Goddamn...mmmm, that's good!" Blacksad gripped the shower's curtain rod, but not too forcefully. "Shit, hehe, Smirnov's been teaching you how to do that?"

He felt the fox nod his snout under the base of his curling tail, then reply with a more thorough lathering of saliva. It caused the detective to let out another moan, which traveled from the sensitive nerves of his anal ring straight to the throbbing tool between his spreading legs. Without much thought, Blacksad furiously stroked himself to the wondrous lapping. He stroked to the licking, glazing, wetting, devouring of his tail hole, struggling at first not to give in before ultimately surrendering to the pleasure.

Blacksad pushed the shower curtain aside just in time for his cock to shoot several jets of warm seed on the tiles, and the steam kissed his bare chest as well as his flushed face beneath sweaty whiskers. Behind him, Samuel already released his load all over the bathroom rug, pulling his panting snout away to give the private detective a satisfied grin.

"Smirnov taught me that, if you ever want to learn it," he said with a joking chuckle.

"Y'know what?" Blacksad wiped his forehead as he helped the smug red fox to his feet, then invited him in to enter the shower first, "I think I might just take that offer.