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#2 of Online, Offtopic
If you haven't read the first chapter, you should. Go! For the good of the city.
This deviates from the initial plan, but hopefully it's still decent. Each chapter will probably bounce to a different furson's perspective.
I can't believe I actually typed furson with a straight face. Well, only thing straight you'll see here.
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Mark ran a finger along his chestfur, collecting bits of cum before lapping at the paw.
"Well," he said, "I thought perhaps--" Lick. "--one of you--" Slurp. "--could give a little show."
The three got a bit flustered. In the heat of the moment, none of them were fully cognizant of what they had done; the rubbing, the thoughts, the desire.
Mark liked both sides of voyeurism. It's always fun to watch another, but to be watched in turn had its merits. It had been months since he had any sort of intimacy; Chris was in a similar situation. Alex and John? Ah, hell, they're generally up for anything if you convince them.
"Or are none of you brave enough to one-up me?"
So Mark found a cheesy porno to get them--and himself--warmed up. A little misdirection, a little acting, and he had his audience's full attention.
"It's a two-way stream, boys; I can see you have... pressing matters to attend to."
Was it a little exploitative? Yeah, sure. Not necessarily uncharted territory; back in college, he always used to keep an eye out for Chris returning from god-knows-where. As soon as he heard the key chattering at the doorknob, Mark played his porno du jure and stroked like an oarsman. The rest was textbook. Chris walks in, Mark acts surprised, tries to conceal himself but only succeeds in rubbing it harder, Chris gets turned on, and lewd acts worthy of a tie on a doorknob ensue. And when they moved into the forced triple? Well, less space, more "bonding."
John and Chris were out getting dinner somewhere, watching some trash movie, and came back to the room about elevenish with the plan of a longer night ahead. He remembered putting on, appropriately enough, the original Jungle Beats. A gazelle submitting to a lion, with such witty dialog as "Ooh, king of the jungle, will you eat me?" "No, but I might have to consume you... with lust!" He had it running in the VCR with the TV strategically placed so you could see Gazeller and Lioner thrusting at each other and still get a clear view of his cock.
The pair didn't so much walk in as stumble in, Chris pushing John in, lips locked. John reached past the fur and kicked the door shut before he shoved Chris up against it, kissing him passionately while rubbing his chest.
Mark's plan wasn't working so well. If he wanted anything to happen, he had to interject.
"Oh, no, oh my, I thought you wouldn't be home for at least another hour!"
Mark hadn't perfected his acting skills, and was nowhere near the quality he'd need to star in his dream role, opposite a deer in the middle of the Pacific Northwest in Oregon Beats 8. That's what a degree in Math nets you, then.
The pair broke muzzles to glance at the intrusion, and Mark began his work. He stroked himself with the flat of his paw, trying to give the appearance of pushing it back into his boxers while his other paw grasped at the remote. It's been a couple years, and he still hadn't figured out a better method.
After a carefully calculated period of time, he stopped and conceded defeat, turning with a bashful look towards the two. "Chris first," Mark thought.
After a moment, Chris cracked a small smile. Mark snuck a quick peek at his shorts and saw that the wolf wasn't entirely displeased with this intrusion.
John glanced at Chris and raised his eyebrows slightly. Chris returned the look with a wider grin. Still staring into John's eyes, he called out, "Mark..."
"Yeah?" the bear responded, with a feigned mixture of shame and intrigue, neither of which was very convincing, and neither of which was truly necessary anymore.
Chris turned towards Mark and began slowly walking towards him, saying "John and I had some plans for the rest of the evening, and we were wondering..." He rubbed the bear's chest, ruffling his t-shirt. "Would you care to join us?"
Mark responded by placing his hand on the wolf's cheek. John walked to Mark's other side and smiled at Chris. He rubbed Mark's shoulder. The bear turned towards him, and the husky nodded slightly. Mark turned back towards Chris and grabbed his other cheek, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.
As his tongue frolicked about Chris's mouth, Mark made a mental note that a ploy like this works perfectly, and that he should make another attempt someday.
John took the provided opportunity to explore. He began lifting Mark's t-shirt up, licking at his chestfur, while his free paw began rubbing around the edge of the bear's exposed shaft, circling his balls. Mark broke the kiss to remove the shirt entirely, throwing it atop the TV, now showing the lion switching places with the gazelle, speaking softly in a lustful voice. Chris took the lapse in liplock to nibble at Mark's shoulder.
John slowly worked his way down the bear's moderately muscular stomach towards his cock, rubbing the bearmeat against the soft fur on his cheek. Mark moaned slightly at the newfound warmth. Meanwhile, Chris began to trace a path down the bear's backside with his puppy tongue.
John gripped Mark's shaft in his paw, sliding up and down the bearhood. Mark sighed; sure, he was doing this five minutes ago, but to have someone else do the work for you makes it more enjoyable. Mark could sit back and enjoy the ride.
Preventing Mark from sitting back and enjoying the ride, Chris reached the bear's ass, pulling down his boxer shorts and giving quick laps at his tailhole. Mark gasped again; he had forgotten how good this felt, the texture of the wolf's tongue against his entrance.
Not to be outdone, John retracted his paw and slid the waistband over the bear's seven inches. Sliding the boxers down to the bear's knees, the husky engulfed Mark, his tongue hitting the perfect spots. John was rewarded for his efforts with the periodic drop of pre, which he spread all over Mark's meat skillfully.
Mark groaned, feeling two tongues on two of his favorite areas. He could feel himself getting close, and tried to warn John, but could only muster an "oh, ah, ahm," followed by a deep growl.
He looked down as he saw bits of his cum drip out of John's muzzle, the load more than the dog anticipated. He pulled back and opened his maw, catching each spurt as it escaped the rock-hard cock. Chris stopped his efforts to watch his boyfriend take the cum.
Before John could swallow his reward, Chris leaned past Mark and gave him a deep kiss, pulling as much of the bear's seed into his own muzzle as he could. John was surprised at first, but then returned the back-and-forth.
As Mark regained his breath, the pair continued their cum hockey. Both began tearing off the other's clothes as best they could. They broke the kiss to take off each others' shirt, giving Mark's cum the opportunity to drip down John's muzzle slightly.
Mark took the opportunity to lick the escaping seed off, then began searching for more inside John's hot, wet muzzle. Chris decided to slide back down to Mark's tailhole. He reacquainted himself by spreading as much of Mark's cum over his tailhole as he could, moistening the area and giving it a sticky shine.
John noticed what Chris was doing, and gleaned the cue to take the action to the next level. He undid his belt and dropped his jeans, showing his underwear bulging and soaked with pre. Mark exposed the husky's shaft to the air, where it immediately stood at attention.
Chris saw John's tail wagging and decided to start the real action. He undid the buttons holding up his shorts and revealed his cock, already well out of its sheath and yearning for action. Underwear, as his worldview dictated, only slowed down everything, and was unnecessary.
John stood up and presented his cock for inspection in front of Mark's face. The bear sniffed at it, taking in the scent he loved. Even though he had just cum, he began growing hard again. To get in prime position, Mark got on all fours, placing one hand on the armrest and one hand on John's ass. He opened his maw and began returning the favor, sliding down John's cock with a muffled "mmm."
John smiled and looked down at the brown fur eagerly sucking his dick. Not quite who he thought would be doing it tonight, but nowhere near unwelcome. He looked up at Chris, who stood up and gripped Mark's sides, positioning his tip at the bear's tailhole.
John knew when Chris entered the bear, as he felt the movement around his cock stop for a moment, the bear's attention diverted towards the new sensations. He looked over at Chris, his cock paused inside Mark's ass, and saw his knot already forming. The husky twitched shot after shot of pre into the bear's eagerly awaiting muzzle. Mark relished the taste of the canine, and began working for more.
Chris sensed a war was brewing. He began moving in and out, allowing Mark's own cum to lubricate the wolf's movements. Mark groaned and slowed his licks, enjoying the sensations deep inside him. John looked over at Chris and mockingly growled. The husky put a paw on the back of the bear's head, gently pushing him up and down the dog's meat.
Mark was conflicted. Simultaneously, both ends of him were filled by hot, pulsing shafts. He didn't know which to savor more; John's tasty doggycock sliding along his tongue, or Chris's slick wolfycock rubbing against his prostate.
Chris and John stared each other down. The boyfriends always had a competitive side in everything; sports, school, and, yes, sex. Both began gradually thrusting faster and faster, their knots growing larger and larger, their spurts growing stronger and stronger. Mark didn't need to move at all; he just knelt there, steadying himself between the two competitors, enjoying his role as Cock Judge.
Chris and John were both getting close, their knots swelling. They stared at each other for a moment before Chris smiled. John nodded slightly towards Chris, and Chris returned the nod. John held up a paw and counted out slowly. 1. 2.
The pair shoved deep into Mark at the same time; Chris's knot pushed through his tailhole, lodging itself in place, while John's knot pushed its way beyond his teeth and held firm in the bear's maw. Both howled as they began cumming inside the bear, filling him with deep strands of puppy batter. Mark was completely overloaded, feeling hot doggycum spurt down his throat, and feeling hot wolfycum spurt into his belly. For the second time that night, his cock blasted wave after wave of bear seed.
For what seemed like ages, the three were frozen like that, the furs combining into a group orgasm, a wave of pleasure that swept up them all. Chris feeling the tightness of Mark's ass, John feeling the roughness of Mark's tongue, and Mark feeling utterly full and satisfied.
Soon, the orgasm subsided. The bear's cock ran dry, but remained hard. The canines panted hard, their cocks occasionally adding to the pool of cum collecting in Mark's stomach and ass. John and Chris leaned over Mark and kissed each other deeply, overcome with a mixture of lust and love. Mark groaned and enjoyed as many sensations as he could. Somewhere in the background, a lion roared and begged a gazelle for more, shouting "More! More cock! More Mark! Mark!"
"MARK!"
Alex's call snapped Mark back to the event at hand, his cock softening slightly, his hand comfortably sticky. He looked with intent at the camera, staring at his lovers from miles away.
Chris looked at his friend and couldn't resist. He loved satisfying the bear when they were roomies, and he felt like he could satisfy him again here.
"Well, if you insist, m'boy."