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Jet procrastinated on official business by having a few drinks at The Hana, a bar in Hawaii. He wasn't on a strict schedule. The brown otter was here on the island for business, but he wanted a taste of pleasure too. He sought every opportunity to soak up the fun by indulging in drunken conversations with other patrons. He talked about the weather, his love for pineapples, his girlfriend waiting for him back home on mainland, and his preference in ukeleles.

"OK, OK. I'm done," said Jet, chuckling nervously as his head hung over the bar counter. "Really, the drinks. T-They are good. Too easy going down. Thought I could hold my liquor. Ha ha. No!"

The other patrons were laughing. "You're a lightweight, bro," said a puma sitting beside him.

"It's my girlfriend. She's all, 'I don't like alcohol,' and I'm all, 'Shut up, woman! Life is too short. Or like... 'Hey, baby, y-you know we could have fun later after the drinks, if you know what I mean!' Wink-wink."

"I don't think it's wise to treat a lady to some whiskey dick," said the puma.

"Yeah. Should've told me that before our first date."

Jet, who felt like the world was spinning slowly around him uncontrollably, hunched over the counter and nearly poured a pitcher of beer over his head. He thought he was taking a sip. He spilled a few drops of beer on his white t-shirt and tropical-themed swimming trunks. He wasn't in business attire, but general contractors don't necessarily follow a professional dress code. He rubbed his eyes and sat motionlessly in a daze.

Ideally he wanted to sleep and rest his bright, brown eyes. He agonized over whether or not he wanted another Pineapple Margarita with salt and extra triple sec. He was at a drunken impasse. An older kangaroo pulled up a seat beside him, which startled him at first. Jet cleared his throat and looked at the flat-screen LCD television, which hung over the bar. On the news, there was a segment about gay marriage being legalized in Hawaii.

"Really now?" muttered the roo. He turned away from the television, pointed to it and looked at the bartender fixing up drinks behind the counter. "I'm glad. It's about time."

"Yeah. Let 'em marry, I say," said the bartender.

The tan-colored roo turned his face briefly, showcasing his short black beard and sideburns to Jet. The roo was muscular, shirtless, and he wore a necklace with a shark tooth pendant. He also had low-rise, salsa-red nylon briefs that packed a protruded, tightly packed pouch.

Then came an unprecedented chill that ran down Jet's spine. Could this roo be gay? Jet's feelings were complicated. The roo was good-looking, for sure. It appeared that he just returned from a nice surf at the beach; some of his fur was soaking wet. Jet swallowed nervously after looking at the roo from the corner of his eye briefly. Then he stretched and yawned, trying to be inconspicuous.

The roo turned to Jet suddenly and chuckled. "Don't tell me you're sleepy, mate."

"Bloody hell," Jet muttered. "I'm drunk, not sleepy."

"Want me to tuck you into bed?" teased the roo, followed by some unflattering kissing noises.

Not interested, thought Jet. He glared at the roo.

"Kidding. I'm kidding, of course," said the roo, backing off.

Adam's sex appeal was exceptionally magnetic; acting calm, cool and wet. He was panting a little bit when he sat down, indicating that he recently got some exercise before he came in. Adam dabbed his sweaty forehead with a napkin. He sighed happily, his right arm raised so he can scratch his armpit. Jet caught a glimpse of Adam's well-toned biceps. Stop looking, Jet thought to himself.

"I'll take a check," said Jet as he tried sitting up straight at the bar.

"I'm sorry," Adam said to Jet.

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry you can't stay for another round of drinks."

Jet chuckled. "Uh huh." He reached into his shorts pocket for his wallet. As he dipped his right paw into his pocket, Jet took a quick glance at a sideview of Adam's shorts. The roo's package was thick and plentiful; nothing Jet has ever seen before. Jet made a subtle gulping noise as he reached for his wallet and took out a twenty dollar bill.

As he slapped the bill on the bar counter, Jet heard Adam say to him, "Why did you stop looking?"

"I did -- huh -- what? No, I..."

"There's no shame in admiring it," said Adam.

Adam asked the bartender for a piece of paper and a pen. After the bartender fetched the pen and paper, Adam jotted down his cell phone number and discreetly slipped it in Jet's shorts.

Jet blushed. His tail twitched. "Are you... coming onto me?" he whispered to Adam.

Adam chuckled softly. "I'm betting on the notion that our feelings are mutual."

"They're not," Jet said half-convincingly.

"You're a tough clam to crack, mate."

#

Jet gasped when he read Adam's note. The otter stood in the middle of his hotel room, looked out to the calm sun setting over the ocean's horizon before reading the legible note again:

Glad you liked staring at my dick. I know it's what you want. Here's my address, right on the beach. See you soon!

On the end table beside his single bed, Jet laid out his wallet, rental car keys and a package of condoms. Though he was committed to a relationship with his girlfriend, he always carried them around out of habit. He smiled at the condoms, knowing that he would experiment with the same sex eventually. He took a deep breath, flopped on his bed and got out of his day clothes. He slowly put on his red t-shirt, bright yellow vest and black jeans.

As he left his hotel room and got into his car, Jet started to sweat at the thought of having his first sexual rendezvous with another man, because he was always curious about the feeling of having a dick ravage him from the inside; that thick, well-lubricated cock jamming into his prostate over and over again. No, why am I thinking about this? Jet thought. I'm still drunk.

But he was heading to Adam's apartment anyway. He couldn't deny the fact that he was eager. His head was spinning from the alcohol, but the salty ocean breeze kept him mostly in place. He could not think except when he drove. There was no chance that he could keep his erection down, though. All he knew was that he was going to have a casual encounter with another man. By the time he was two blocks away from Adam's place, Jet started thinking about his girlfriend back home. He started to fall back on something he always did when he felt conflicted. He rubbed himself.

The jeans were so tight, pressing down on his hard dick. Go ahead and unzip your fly now, he thought. Nice and easy. Should he start jerking off already and get into the mood? Put the right hand back on the steering wheel. Calm down. Thoughts about his girlfriend faded into the obscure depths of his conscience. He was fine, especially with the slick and sticky precum that formed a subtle wet spot by his crotch.

Jet got out of his car, listening to the wailing seagulls in the distance as they flew over his head. He could hear the waves rushing gently to the shore. The two-story apartment complex Adam lived in was literally situated a stone's throw away from the sand. He couldn't help but lose himself to the gorgeous tropical views in twilight. He could hear Adam calling for him. He looked up and saw the roo waving him up to his apartment on the second story.

Maybe I should sit on the sand and think about what I'm doing first, Jet thought.

"I ordered some pizza. You like pepperoni?" Adam shouted down to Jet.

Hungry, Jet decided to see Adam.

#

They ate pizza on Adam's small-but-cozy dining table. Jet enjoyed his slice of pizza, dripping with just the right amount of olive oil, cheese and sauce. For the entire time they were eating, Jet and Adam were looking into each other's eyes. What were they trying to figure out? Who was going to make the first move? Who was more eager to fuck? It was clear to Adam that the otter wanted some action, but didn't want to say anything because he's "straight." Any verbal acknowlegment of same-sex attraction or lust would betray his sexuality. Adam smiled after he figured Jet out.

"How's your pizza? Good?" asked Adam.

Jet swallowed his food nervously. "Yeah. I'm enjoying it. Thank you!"

"No problem. Hey, uh..." Adam pointed at Jet briefly and snapped his fingers at him, gesturing for a name.

"Jet."

"Jet. I like that. You know, I think you're quite cute. It's just -- it's just that I have a thing for otters."

"You have a 'thing' for otters, eh?" Jet helped himself to another slice.

Adam crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "Yeah, I do. Especially with all their clothes off. But there's something unique about you... something I can't..."

"I'm straight," said Jet.

Adam laughed. "Oh, okay," said the roo sarcastically. "So you're straight, meaning you came all the way to my tiny apartment just to have a few slices of pizza with me. Awww, so sweet."

Jet sighed. "Not like that. I-I was wondering what it feels like to be --"

"To be fucked?" Adam finished. "To be fucked by a horny, gay kangaroo? I think I'm catching your drift."

Jet blushed and finished eating. "I was always curious."

"Mate, you're not 'straight' if you visit a stranger's place for a gay hookup. And I don't know any 'straight' man who goes to a bar, stares at another man's dick while pretending to fetch his wallet. Smooth moves, my friend. You're a real closet case."

After finishing his last slice of pizza, Adam slowly rose from the table and dimmed the lights in his apartment. Meanwhile, Jet sat quietly, licking his lips. He knew he was going to suck some dick tonight. The anticipation sent a chill down his back. He imagined Adam thrusting his cock into his maw relentlessly, leaving the "straight" otter to beg for mercy while maintaining an unusually large erection. In reality, though, he was already hard. The tension was continuously building inside his tight jeans.

Everything that happens tonight will be forgotten and off the record, Jet thought.

Adam walked over to Jet and whispered in his ear: an invitation to the bedroom. And Jet quickly leaped out of his seat. He followed the attractive alpha male from behind through a short corridor.

Adam warned Jet, "I won't take it easy on you. I think you need to be put in your place."

Jet chuckled softly. "I'm getting goosebumps."

It didn't take long before Adam kissed Jet on the lips. It happened so suddenly. Obviously Jet never kissed another man before. It felt wrong, but only for a couple of seconds. The stigma was gone. The hesitation was gone. Jet was already keen to the roo's wet, manly scent; warm breath that had the slightest hint of alcohol. Jet closed his eyes as he rolled around on Adam's bed, opening his maw wider. The kiss felt good. It wasn't the petite peck on his lips that his girlfriend back at home preferred to make. It was an aggressive kiss that explained without words, "I want you, and I want your body."

Adam was initially surprised by Jet's willingness to engage. Clearly the otter wasn't the curious straight man looking for a meager handjob. Adam observed Jet taking off his clothes hurriedly while panting heavily. He was aroused by Jet's aroused push to unbuckle his belt, unzip his fly and tug his jeans down. Adam made such to match the intensity by taking off his red, nylon briefs. Sure enough, he had an impressively sized dick: uncut, low-hanging with hairy, plump balls dangling suggestively around the base.

Jet moved quietly on the bed, staring at Adam's cock with virgin-like excitement. Seeing Adam naked reminded him of the times he took P.E. class in high school. At the time, the young otter felt hot in his chest as he wandered through the men's locker room with a towel wrapped around his waist, looking for an available shower nozzle to use. He was frightened to be in the company of buck naked men with their cocks hopping and skipping around. In hinsight, the fright he was experiencing was merely arousal masquerading as fear. And Adam looked like the closeted gay jock that wanted a good, raw fuck in the showers.

The otter sniffed Adam's crotch. The lust was there. The musk was there. It was so inviting. The smell of pure desperation kept Jet breathless. He opened his maw and immediately wrapped his lips around the tip of the roo's cock. What a professional, Adam mused. Definitely a queer.

Jet often watched porn videos with his girlfriend when they were both in mood -- and that was a rare occurrence. Jet was the nerdy researcher who studied all the sex positions, took notes, observed quietly. In oral sex scenes, Jet always felt compelled to rewind the video and study the oral sex. It doesn't mean anything unless the cocksucker was really enjoying it. It couldn't be make-pretend. You had to do it. You had to be a proud cocksucker and worship it. Jet effortlessly emulated what he saw. Slobber that piece of hard meat and work that tongue. Men love the tongue.

"Holy shit, yes!" Adam muttered.

Adam was pleasantly surprised. He could swear the whole "I'm straight" act was a clever ruse. But the sex -- that was what Adam lived for. But he was only expecting to break a curious twink who couldn't help but gravitate toward his personal orbit. This was different. He was bedding with a certified slut.

Every time Jet bobbed his head, taking more cock, Adam felt dangerously close to cumming. No, the fun was only getting started. He couldn't cum now. Not yet. Jet was taking the easy way out. He needed to be taught a lesson.

Adam slowly withdrew his member. As he pulled away, a long swab of saliva drifted between the tip of his throbbing cock and Jet's mouth. He thought of a few ways to deal with Jet. Some of the ideas were simple; some of them required more calculation and foreplay. Adam liked to draw out the sex to make it memorable and an experience to learn from.

"Have you ever been fingered?" Adam asked Jet nonchalantly.

"I, well... no." Jet shifted his eyes nervously.

So Adam figured out Jet's weakness, his kryptonite: anal sex. It's easier to suck dick because you have a choice to swallow or not to swallow, but anal was real. Someone -- or something, rather -- is inside you, dominating you and insinuting that you have no control. You may or may not be marked with cum. The choice is not yours to make anymore. And once you have anal sex, there's no way to deny that it didn't happen. Now Adam had the power, and he was going to wield it over Jet mercilessly.

Unfamiliar with what was about to happen to him, Jet tightened up. He felt more naked than usual. He fantasized about receiving, but he was scared of following through. Adam did say he wasn't going to take it easy on him. Sweat was pouring down his fur. It felt humid in the room. He watched Adam reach for a jar of lubricant, located conveniently on the end table beside his bed, and dip two fingers inside. The otter, who knew there was no turning back, started to whine softly.

"Is this going to hurt?"

"I'm not going to answer that. Observe."

Adam instructed Jet to lay on his back and hike the rear up, facing him. Jet did.

Jet wanted to laugh and joke about the experience, but he was preoccupied with the concept of getting fingered. Then Adam started poking around and slowly pushed his fingers into Jet's tailhole. Jet moaned loudly. He could feel the protrusion that painfully entered him. Then his prostate was pricked. He groaned and hissed. The pain quickly turned into immense pleasure. His cock ached with arousal. All of a sudden... he felt good. He felt something that he wasn't going to feel with a woman. Probably not something he would ever experience if he chose to remain monogamous.

Adam smiled devilishly. "Oh, you like that, don't you?" He curled his fingers ever so slightly inside Jet and pushed.

Jet gritted his teeth and panted. "Okay... okay..."

"Bout time you learned your manners."

"Let's do it," said a breathless Jet. "I'm ready."

It was Jet's willingness to get fucked that made Adam wild. Adam didn't have to be the teacher. He didn't have to be the alpha male that had to shake his partner down to his core. He had Jet lift his legs onto both of his shoulders. Adam grabbed onto the legs as he slowly inched his member closer to Jet's sore hole. Adam learned quickly that the otter was still nervous. Jet was shaking. He obviously felt jostled into being penetrated by Adam's fingers. Though he derived pleasure from the experience, Jet was still thinking to himself: Why?

There were times when Adam wanted to fuck Jet and skip the formalities. Of course, he saw the otter as a gay virgin. The sex was his way of coming out and having that experience to remember. What kept Adam relatively centered was the innocent look in Jet's eyes. There a twinkle in his eyes that reminded him of his younger self -- back to a time when he lost his virginity at 17 to a man twice his age. Adam observed Jet as he slid himself inside.

Jet opened his mouth wide and gasped. "Ah! Ah!"

Adam said nothing to Jet. He wanted the otter to figure out the pleasure on his own; the joys of pushing into the prostate and pulling out. There was an art to such a simple, feral act. The idea of an aggressive backbacking session sounds nice -- but in the end, it denotes a careless, casual encounter between two willing partners, not lovers. When it came to love, movements had to be slower but sensual; move inside and thrust when it's necessary and pull out slowly. It all boiled down to rhythm. The actual sex would show what Adam truly thought of Jet, so he had to be careful.

Jet moaned louder when Adam took it slow. Every poke of the prostate evoked great euphoria. Look how Jet grips the sheets every time he takes the whole cock! Look at how the otter's cock hardens and shimmies as soon as he felts it. What made the sex more meaningful was the attractive they had for each other. For a moment, Adam whimsically thought of Jet as a "boyfriend." Indeed, there was chemistry and both of them knew it.

Eventually, though, it had to come to an end. Jet tightened his hole and clamped down on Adam's member as he felt his climax rapidly approaching. "I'm going to... I'm going to cum!"

He ejaculated several warm spurts of cum. The orgasm was the most intense he's ever had. The cum-spewing felt like it lasted for longer than thirty seconds. Only when Jet began to orgasm did Adam try to finish. He humped Jet faster and faster. Adam was still cumming all over himself and groaning simultaneously. Faster, faster, faster. Alright, I'm there.

Jet nodded instinctively to Adam, letting him know that he didn't have to pull out when he came. A large stream of roo cum was flushed inside Jet. The sticky, manly spunk lined the insides of his chute. I needed this. I want this! Jet began to laugh.

"What now?" asked Adam.

"I'm satisfied. Thank you."

At once the mood in the bedroom changed. Jet wanted nothing more than to cuddle beside Adam beside bed and rest his little furry head on the roo's fine-chiseled chest. Despite being comfortable with the casual encounter, quasi-anonymous sex that he was used to performing, Adam warmed up to the idea of Jet sleeping beside him in bed. Jet moved into bed and pulled the blanket over his waist. Adam kissed Jet softly on the lips as a belated "You're welcome."

"I forgot to give you a condom," said Jet.

"Don't worry. You won't get pregnant."

"Really?" said Jet sarcastically. "I'm so relieved."

Jet's sexual intrigue and shyness was broken. He felt connected to Adam -- but his girlfriend was still waiting for him on the mainland. He knew the truth would have to come out, but when? Still, Jet couldn't discount the joy he experienced with Adam. Jet closed his eyes and smiled. Not before long, he nodded off to sleep. Meanwhile, Adam slipped out of bed to take a leak in the bathroom nearby. After he was done with his business, Adam stroked himself a couple of times, just thinking about the cute otter that was sleeping in his bed. Oh, come on! Am I really in love? This is going to suck!

Adam washed his hands, walked clumsily out of the bathroom naked and crawled into bed.

"I feel like I just adopted a pet," muttered Adam.

"You did," said Jet, half-awake, "and I'll come to see you when I visit the island again. My girlfriend will --"

"She doesn't have to know."

"I don't like keeping secrets from her, and I don't want to keep secrets about what I am."

"Good luck with that, Jet. Now can you shut the hell up and go back to sleep?"

"My pleasure."