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The last rays of sunshine were just disappearing from the evening sky when the Australian otter, Rhyus, finally came back in from the shore, having enjoyed a full Saturday of surfing and sailing. It was February, late summer for the Aussies, and the mahogany furred otter was determined to enjoy every last minute of it at the beach while it was still warm. His webbed paws curled over the sand, digging his toes around playfully in the warmth of the multitude of grains. Saturday nights were the best as the otter had spent all day going full blast and now had all of Sunday to recuperate and relax.

Waves kept crashing into the shore, the tide going out for the time being. Hours ago, the water would have been rushing up past his waist, but now, the crest of each wave rolled over just the last couple inches of his stretched out tail. Rhyus took a look around the slowly emptying beach, most of his pals already having gone back to the cabin for the night to drink and eventually, sleep, but the otter wasn't in the mood for that right now. Content to just enjoy the peacefulness and solitude, he remained on the shoreline, watching as the horizon darkened, the amber reds and oranges giving way to a deep, royal blue sky.

A constant supply of cool summer breezes rolled over him, rustling his short fur. There was nothing fresher than the salty smell of the sea, at least in Rhyus' opinion. His black nose flared with each deep breath, murring deeply as he found himself relaxing even more. Perhaps he would stay out until the stars joined him and simply gaze at them in wonder and awe. His friends sometimes called him odd for having such a unique passion for astronomy, but it was all in jest. Everyone in their crew accepted the rest by virtue of simply being pals.

That included Rhyus' unique attraction to the same sex, being the only gay fur out of their group of nearly a dozen. Not once had he ever felt out of place for it, his friends making sure to incorporate him in everything they did, outside of going to titty bars, but that didn't faze the otter at all. Hell, a few of them had even joined him when he tried out a club that catered to more of his own interests. Chuckling aloud, he remembered the awkward moments when an unfortunate bunny had tried so hard and so futilely to seduce Jarokk, a fruit bat, to joining him on stage for some naughty grinding.

It hadn't taken very long for him to let go there, soon getting up close and personal with a hilarious and stunningly hot dingo named Trout. Talking had led to some bought drinks and then, perhaps, some raunchy dancing. It hadn't taken too much longer before his libido took over and he suddenly found the dingo's idea of fucking him over a barstool too good to pass up. Thankfully, his friends had been there to help him avoid making such a ludicrously embarrassing decision and convinced the canine to take it upstairs in one of the rooms. A few hours of buzzed sex later and Rhyus had the number to one of the hottest dogs in town.

Though the thought of the handsome canine had the otter thinking, his phone was sitting inside the cabin and he really wasn't motivated enough to get up and join the crowd. Sighing a bit, feeling his shaft sag, Rhyus settled back down in the sand. Honestly, he was starting to get a tad bored, but it was the kind of bored that encouraged a fur to just stay there and accept it due to them not really finding much of a reason to break it. Saturday nights were meant for laziness and relaxation, so why should he care if he spent his night bored in the sands of the shore or got himself wasted playing beer pong?

Many more minutes passed by in thought as the otter's ears heard the sounds of the fun erupt within the cabin, his friends howling in delight as skill shots were surely scored off the bounces on the table. Losing himself in thought and solitude, he wasn't aware of the time that had passed until he turned back towards the cabin to see all the lights off. Wiping his eyes, he rubbed his paws through his golden yellow head fur, his fur itching a bit from sitting in the sand for too long. Even in his fur, it was becoming a tad too cold with the ocean breeze and he was ready to go inside and sleep for the night.

"Finally stirring there mate? Not too often I find someone who enjoys this weather as much as I do."

Rhyus chirped mid-stretch and rolled over to look at the one who had just spoken to him. His eyes met a skunk, who was calmly sitting on the sand no more than five feet from himself. Lacking any knowledge of how long the other male had been nearby, the otter tried to stammer out a reply, but was just too startled to really get much out.

"Calm down there mate. Sorry for making you jump outta your trousers, didn't mean to. My name's Ryan and before you get angry, no, I haven't been spying on you this whole time."

"Whole time?" Rhyus asked suspiciously. The statement left a lot to be questioned and considering his distance from the cabin, if he was chased and couldn't outrun the skunk, his best option would be to distance himself in the waves. For now, though, the otter had no idea whether the skunk's intent was friendly or malicious.

"Well," the skunk sheepishly turned his head and chuckled as he answered, "it's hard not to keep looking at you when you have such a sexy body."

Rhyus' expression returned to one of surprise as the meaning of such a comment was realized instantly. Cracking a genuine smile, the otter immediately felt at east, seeing how embarrassed the skunk had been. Sliding over a little bit, the otter sat up and stretched out his webbed paw in greeting.

"I'm Rhyus. Pleased to meet you and thanks for the compliment. I'm taking it that you're into guys?"

The black and white furred guy happily shook his in return, a friendly smile beaming on his face as well as they introduced themselves. The paw shake lingered on for a few more seconds that what would be natural, but neither fur cared enough to mention it.

"Well, I do like the gals as well, but I'd be lying if I said I liked 'em more than the fellas. Just seems that guys know how to make other guys feel good better than the girls do. Makes sense to me though most of my pals down south think I'm half deranged."

"Aw, well hopefully they don't badger you about it too much. I've got quite a few really good friends just up at that cabin and though I'm the only one there who's gay, or at least open about it. Thankfully, they're very accepting and actually spend time hanging out with me at certain places they know only I'll enjoy, if you get my drift."

"Oh, I most certainly do. Truth is, I really haven't had much of a chance in a few months to hang out with another fur who shares my specific interests."

"Hmm, is that an invitation?" Rhyus was quite open when it came to which guys he got in bed with. So long as they weren't stupid, fat, or assholes, he wasn't too picky. Ever since he had learned of the skunk's shared desires, the otter's libido had kicked in, his shaft starting to peek out of his furry sheath in hopes of some attention.

"I don't know. Do you want it to be?" The skunk's voice deepened to a resonant tone, the skunk giving him a teasing, but alluring glare. His green eyes shone brightly under the moonlight and now that he was really looking, Rhyus was nearly floored with how stunning the skunk really was. His ebony black fur was streamlined and smooth, the pair of white stripes beginning just behind his eyebrows and flowing all the way to the very tip of his luxuriously long tail. Jade eyes sparkled back at him as the skunk approached him.

Both of them were shirtless, sporting nothing but their own pairs of swimming trunks, which did little to contain their physical display of excitement. Rhyus let the skunk make the first move, chittering a bit as he felt those jet black paws wrap around his waist, pulling his golden brown chest up against the skunk's. For a couple minutes, all they did was gaze at each other, becoming a sensual still frame against the rushing waves of the ocean, but soon, the paws began to move. The otter left his fingers to rest upon Ryan's shoulders as the other wrapped his claws around Rhyus' thick tail, firmly stroking a few inches down and back up its length, mimicking an aggressive hand job.

Rhyus could feel his cock responding to the mimicked teasing, throbbing softly as it continued to swell. Each rough rub of the skunk's pads made the otter shiver in delight, his tail starting to send sensational tingles through the rest of his body. His breathing tensed up, but the skunk's paws let go and squeezed his cheeks, massaging them for a few seconds before gliding them up his bare back. One paw remained while the other traveled up to rub at the back of the otter's neck, the skunk moving his head forward until his lips met with the mustelid's.

The contact was soft, no more than light brushes against each other's lips, their tongues staying in their own maws. Rhyus was loving this, his throat chirring a bit as he felt the gentle caress of paw and lips over his neck and mouth. After a minute of the soft touches and ministrations, Ryan let go and stepped back, his breath a bit heavy as he just stared at the otter.

"You smell fantastic. I haven't ever sniffed such a perfect blend of musk and ocean salt before, but goddamn, you nailed it. Care to head to a more private place before we get too intimate to care about being seen?"

Rhyus was on fire, his shaft throbbing with every heartbeat, but he agreed. Beaming a smile as bright as the moon, he slipped under Ryan's arm. They talked on their way to the far side of the beach, describing how they were living and what they did as an occupation. The conversation rolled on until the skunk stopped close to a deserted pier, the glare of the lunar light illuminating them in the soft glow.

"Here, sit down against that rock," Ryan motioned to a small outcropping just a few feet away from where they stood. Nodding eagerly, the otter flopped down beside it and leaned back, chirping in anticipation. He was truly excited as he had in no way expected that his choice to stay out was going to be so wonderfully rewarded. As his tail swished from side to side over the cool sand, Rhyus' sky blue eyes lit up as he saw the skunk slowly slide his thumbs inside his trunks, sensually grinding his claws over the hidden meat.

The otter moaned and grabbed his own shaft, his paw gripping at the throbbing member as he watched the skunk remove the only article of clothing he had. Each inch that was exposed was a masterpiece, sculpted muscle and smooth fur revealing themselves bit by bit until Rhyus could see the base of the skunk's sheath, the glossy fur finally breaking off to show the first sighting of his partner's wood. It was a deep red and as his pulling revealed more of it, Rhyus found it nearly impossible to contain himself. The otter moaned as he felt the first viscous drop of precum wet his trunks, panting in delight when Ryan finally let those trunks drop to his ankles.

"Do you want me to take care of mine as well?" Rhyus asked breathlessly.

"Don't you worry about it. I'll take care of that myself."

Stepping out of his dropped trunks as he moved forward, Ryan crept down, soon onto his knees before falling forward to begin crawling towards the otter. Their eyes stayed locked all the way up until the skunk's muzzle hovered just inches above his buddy's trapped member. The otter was tensed up, his claws digging into the sand as he waited with baited breath for Ryan to continue his advances. He wasn't forced to wait very long.

Ryan slowly let his tongue slide out of his maw, using it to lick his lips before inching towards the otter's bulge. Starting from the very base of it, he stroked his tongue all the way up to the tip, smiling as heard a delirious moan come from above him. Leaving his tongue to linger at the tip for a few seconds, Ryan brought his paws up to softly rub the otter's inner thighs, his claws digging into the shivering legs. Seconds later, his tongue was making another pass from base to tip while his paws slipped inside the otter's trunks.

Rhyus was in heaven now, the tension in his body spreading outward to the rest of him. Standing at full mast, his shaft rumbled as the skunk's fingers softly massaged its base, trying to calm his raging erection down some. Though he didn't want to settle down, the otter knew it was for the best. Taking long, shuddering breaths, he managed to let that tension drain back out of him, bringing him from the precipice of orgasm down to a more controllable level.

"There you go, pup. Just ease it down a few notches. We can play around with your nerves soon enough, but for now, we have all night, so let's take it slowly."

Nodding in agreement and relief, the otter sighed in contentment as those black paws slid back outside of his trunks, teasing his thighs for a few more seconds before leaving completely. Leaving his shaft alone for now, the skunk crawled forward, pushing his muzzle into the otter's toned belly. Ryan suckled at his belly button, leaving drools of his saliva to pool into the small cavity before slurping it back up again. His tongue caressed the region, circling the indentation, gathering large amounts of the slimy fluid before traveling upward.

Ryan's tongue followed the gorgeous trail of golden yellow fur that thinly lined up the middle of the otter's chest. Once he reached his upper chest, he broke off, his paws sliding up Rhyus' back as his muzzle moved to the left, marking a pathway to the otter's nipple. As he moved closer, the skunk let his senses drown themselves in the warmth of his partner's body and the muffled moans that reached his ears. Every one of them drove Ryan crazy for even more of what his mate for the night could offer.

Once the trip was complete and the skunk could see the dark brown nub in the center of his field of vision, he spent the first half of a minute simply blowing cold air on it, watching it harden. His ears flicked about as Rhyus' panting and chirping egged him forward. Finally, after a few more deliberate breaths, the black furred muzzle dipped forward, his dark lips wrapping around the flesh surrounding the nipple, tongue instantly swirling around it.

The otter squealed, the instant sensations running through him as he brought his arms up to wrap around the skunk's upper back, groaning heavily as surges of electric pleasure shot from his nub to the rest of his chest. His nerves sang a chorus of joy with each second and every fluidic pass of his newfound friend's tongue. Seconds passed on without recognition, the mustelid far too focused on the coursing jolts to pay attention. The skunk suddenly bit down on the nipple and pulled away, making the otter squeal in pain, but it was quickly replaced by another needy moan when Ryan's tongue tickled the pinched tip before letting go completely to let the otter softly fall back against the rock.

Words were no longer spoken, the time just wasn't welcoming for them anymore. Jade green and sky blue eyes gazed at each other, staying in contact as the skunk moved to the opposite side, soon lining up his muzzle with the second nipple. Flashing a loving smile, Ryan followed pace, this time smearing it with his spit first before blowing that bitingly cold air over it again, the wetness intensifying the feeling immensely. All the otter could do was arch his head upward as he felt that glorious maw wrap around his nub again.

The swirls of that tongue kept him rooted in place, murring as the rotating appendage teased him. Pursing his lips tighter, Ryan suckled at it firmly, as if milking it for some type of discharge. For a good minute, the skunk kept on before gently letting it go, turning his face upward to lock in a kiss on the unsuspecting otter. Their lips met and the sounds of chirrs and moans rumbled between them. Tongues danced between their maws as they explored each other's depths.

Rhyus gladly submitted to the skunk's more dominant movements and gestures, happy to simply lie against the rock and let his temporary lover run the table. His tail slid along the sand in happy waves, lifting its thick bulk to meet the skunk's light, bushy one. Moans echoed from his maw as Ryan's tongue delved into his cheeks, sliding around his maw in a gyrating fashion. Eyes dripped to slits as the otter found himself fully relaxing in the controlling hold of the skunk.

After a few minutes, the skunk broke off the caress of their lips, pulling his head back just a couple inches as his arms slid underneath the water weasel's armpits. Gathering his knees underneath him, he pushed forward, guiding the otter onto the smooth rock. As he reached the crest of the boulder, he positioned the mustelid over the center of it, leaving his arms and legs to drape over the sides. Positioning them forcefully in a spread eagle layout, the skunk made it quite clear that he didn't want Rhyus to move them anywhere else.

The otter was a little apprehensive about it, but he relented again, feeling only a slight bit of nervousness after how good the skunk had made him feel thus far. Leaning his head up, he met the skunk's lips again and they kissed deeply, Ryan's paws moving fluidly over his sides and even teasing his armpits with a few tickles. When he pulled away again, tendrils of saliva hung from their muzzles, breaking to rope over the otter's face.

Ryan slid back, standing over the otter, his paws moving southward again, traveling closer and closer to that still trapped shaft hidden under the silver trunks. His black furred fingers teased the band for a few seconds before grabbing hold of them and finally releasing his cock. Ryan almost purred when saw it, having never bedded with an otter before. The shaft stood proudly out at seven inches, a nice thickness at the base that remained until reaching a wonderfully plump head that tapered to a point. The red shaft was glazed over with precum, the piss hole eagerly oozing out more as the skunk gazed at it with hunger.

"Keep your paws down, pup. Understood?"

"Yes. I will."

"Good. You're going to love this."

With that, the skunk knelt down and sifted through some sand next to the rock. This was one of his all-time favorite places to fuck and he had grown tired of not having his toy with him as he rarely went to the beach with the intention to get naughty. It took him a few seconds, but soon his paws felt the warm ring. Pulling it out, he gave Rhyus' shaft a quick grope before standing up.

"I'll be right back. You just stay there."

Quickly washing the sand off in the ocean water, the skunk returned with the shining gold ring in his grasp. Kneeling down again in front of his otter partner, Ryan coated the ring with some of his saliva before lightly grabbing the eager otterhood. Rhyus hissed as he felt the metal ring slide down his sensitive glans, tightly navigating down the shaft until it squeezed strongly around the base of his dick. Throbbing wickedly in response, the cock stood straight up, the increased in strained blood flow engorging it, making some of his veins bulge out.

"Ohhhh. Goddam, that feels incredible."

"It gets better, trust me."

With that, the skunk bent forward, his muzzle moving towards that musteline dick. He could hear Rhyus panting heavily, his toes and fingers curling in anticipation. He had to wait for a few seconds while Ryan stared at the beautiful spire, bringing up his paws to roll the otter's mahogany furred sac around softly before finally dipping his head down to graze the tip with his lips. A spurt of precum met his muzzle and the skunk murred at the taste, swallowing it before bending down to take the head into his hot maw.

Rhyus chirped and tensed at the heavenly feeling, the skunk expertly stroking his tongue over every square inch of his head and just underneath it to pleasure his glans. Precum kept leaking out of it as the skunk slowly dove deeper, taking in more of the shaft's length until he had his nose buried in the otter's soft golden crotch fur. His musk was otherworldly, the scent of salt and musk mixing together to create an intoxicating blend for his nose.

He slowly crept back up the length, coating it with its precum and his saliva, stopping when he had just the head still trapped inside. Bringing a paw up, he created a ring with his thumb and forefinger, gently stroking up and down the exposed flesh, his ears flickering about happily as he heard the happy chirps of the otter underneath him. For a little bit more than a minute, he kept his slow ministrations up, adding a second finger to the ring, soaking them both in the frothy mixture. Finally, he brought them up to his lips and then took the entire spire back into his maw, feeling the tip reach the back of his throat where it gladly spat precum down his gullet.

Those soaked fingers made their way behind his body, snaking in to find his pucker, rubbing the slick fluid over his crevice and then around his hole. There was plenty to go around, the skunk having no trouble pressing his finger into his tight canal, lubricating it as he continued his slow blowjob on Rhyus, the otter no wiser to what the skunk was planning. Soon, Ryan was satisfied with how slick his anal canal was and he slid off Rhyus' pole completely, smearing it with precum and spit before letting a mouthful of it fall on the tip and drool downward.

Too exhausted and tense to even look up, the otter wasn't too sure what was going to happen next. He figured the next step would be for the skunk to penetrate him and then they would fuck, so when he felt Ryan climb over him, he was caught off guard. Watching the skunk position himself over his chest, Rhyus moaned aloud when he recognized Ryan's intentions. Drool seeped from his muzzle as he first felt his soaked length spread the skunk's beautiful black cheeks, the tip, and then head disappearing into his crevice.

Rhyus involuntarily bucked forward when he felt his tip touch the skunk's pucker, accidentally pushing the first inch of his cock tip into Ryan's ass. Seeing the sudden wince from the male on top of him, he brought his arms up without thinking to rub his sides. Realizing this, he tried to bring them back down, but the skunk was faster, catching them midair. Worried that the other male would be mad, the otter mewled, but all Ryan did was bring each of them up to his maw and lick each finger as he slowly let the otterhood slide deeper into him.

Inch by inch it snaked inside, Rhyus huffed and chirped, the wonderful pleasure of being so exquisitely squeezed down on by both Ryan's anus and that golden ring bringing him to a near orgasm, the ring helping him avoid it as he panted. With a final grimace, the skunk drove his rump downward, fully spearing him upon the otter's spire. Still holding those wrists, he brought them to his sides, rubbing Rhyus' wrists a bit before leaning forward slightly and bracing his paws on the rock.

"Hold on if you want, but let me do the work. God, you feel so good. It's been months since I last had a penis inside me."

For near a minute, the skunk simply enjoyed the feeling of the otter's rod pulsing inside him, each heartbeat pressing hard against his prostate, sending shockwaves of carnal fun through his crotch and groin. All this attention hadn't been lost on his own spire, the dark red length pulsing on its own, dribbling pre down his balls that were resting on top of the otter. Moving one of his paws from the rock, he grabbed it and squeezed upward, a long drooling string flowing out onto Rhyus' groin.

His eyes closed as delicious glee flowed through him, his shaft sending sparks of joy through him. Taking a few deliberate breaths, the skunk readied himself and then rose up, feeling the tight confines of his ass hugging the otter's shaft as he glided up the length. After a few inches, he plunged downward, hissing as the tapered shaft bore into him again. The pole rubbed tightly against him, the lubrication helping him through the first few beginning thrusts downward.

As he began to pick up speed and a rhythm, his gaze fell back down to the otter, his paws moving to the mustelid's shoulders as he put more weight on his toes and shins now that the going was far smoother. Any pain that had existed at the start due to stretching had left and all he felt now was the satisfaction of being filled, the constant stroking over his prostate beginning to send soft rumbling tickles of pleasure through him.

The otter's eyes were closed, his fingers gripping lightly around the skunk's black furred sides as he moaned, his shaft singing to him as Ryan smoothly rode him, sliding up and down his swollen length. When he felt the skunk's paws grip him, he moaned and opened his eyes back up, staring dreamily up at his lover, just able to see his gorgeous white stripes behind his magically flowing body. His mouth started to open, his tongue lolling out as he panted.

Each thrust was sublime and the otter soon found himself unable to buck up slightly every time Ryan plunged down on him. They were becoming more connected and rhythmic, Ryan more bouncing up and down upon him now. Rhyus could see how his spire bounced with him, the length jutting out into his field of vision, a half foot long cock that was drooling copious amounts of the translucent precum onto his chest. Deciding the skunk had done enough on his own, the otter leaned up, moving his left paw to grab hold of the base of his mate's bushy tail. The other paw drifted softly over to the skunk's front, petting his penis before grabbing it tightly.

There was no complaint from the other as Rhyus began to stroke back and forth over the member, his fingers curling around the tip to rub at the pisshole. The otter chirred as he felt the skunk's ass tighten its hold around his own shaft in response. Using his grip on the skunk's tail, he began to thrust upwards in earnest when Ryan drove down, burying his length just a little bit further into his companion with each pump. His breaths were coming in short puffs now as he felt his body tensing up, the first few tingles running in his shaft, his balls becoming more and more taut.

His fingers flew over the skunk's length, determined to bring him to climax as his own reached him. The last few second passed before the impending orgasm hit, the otter gripping hard at Ryan's tail , slamming upward to the hilt, his cock ring even slipping inside. Ryan didn't fight back, rather groaning as his paws gripped harder at the otter's shoulders, his curling fingers telling Rhyus that he was right on schedule.

The otter's spasms hit first, the wicked heat rushing up into his penis, searing pleasure rushing through him as he held it off for that last fleeting second before the first throb sent his semen rushing into the skunk's anus. His paw clamped around Ryan's length, clenching through his rush of carnal glee. As his throbs of seed poured into his partner, he felt the skunk's paw wrap around his own, beginning to work over his own rock hard cock. It sounded as if the other male was hyperventilating, but as soon as the otter regained enough self-control to open his eyes back up, the skunk moaned fitfully and Rhyus felt his pole spasm in his grip.

The next thing he felt were warm ropes of skunk spunk falling on top of his chest and face. His own throbs settled down, the last few squirts pulsing into Ryan's warm depths. Closing his eyes again, the mustelid just enjoyed the feeling of being painted by the skunk on top of him. A few seconds later, the male sighed and leaned forward, several more dribbles spitting out of his dick before they both had reached their dry point.

Panting and worn out, Ryan leaned forward with a huge smile, opening his mouth and licking off the cum he had painted over the otter's cute face. As he did, he saw Rhyus' eyes open and the two murred together, their lips locking once again, the skunk sharing his gathered sperm with his mate underneath him. The kiss lasted for a few glorious minutes before a loud crack of thunder interrupted them. Both of them looked on at the sight of a speedily approaching storm.

"Ahh, shoot. I didn't want to climb off so soon," the skunk lamented softly into Rhyus' ear.

Smiling, the otter chittered back at his new friend before sliding his arms up to wrap around Ryan's back. Rolling over while bucking up, he managed to regain his footing with the skunk remaining speared on his still hard shaft. Once he was comfortable with the change in balance, he pushed the skunk's head towards his own and gave him a soft kiss.

"No worries, you don't have to. I'm strong enough to carry you back to the cabin. You can stay there for the night and I'm not taking no for an answer. Nor are you leaving without giving me a number."

"I wasn't planning on getting off until I had yours anyway, so that sounds like a deal to me."

Smiling, the mustelid made his way back to the cabin, the five minute walk more than enough to make both of their shafts hard again. By the time they arrived back on the shore where they had first met less than a couple hours ago, the skunk's shaft was starting to drool precum again and the otter felt no rush to pull his own cock out of the warm and wet embrace of the skunk's rump.

"Seems like neither one of us feel like going to sleep just yet, huh?" The skunk commented with a chuckle, his green eyes glowing, the smile on his face more of an invitation than anything else.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find me more than accommodating in that area."

When he entered the cabin with the skunk still impaled upon his shaft, Rhyus half expected to see drunken bodies lying around randomly. What he didn't expect was to see Raistlin, one of his squirrel pals chilling on one of the couches, reading a book. Raistlin took one look at the naked couple. The look of surprise on his face lasted only a couple seconds before he just shrugged and laughed.

"Glad to see ya had fun out there, mate. We left your room empty just in case."

"Thanks Rais. I had to rush in here to avoid the thunderstorm."

"Yah, I heard it. I was beginning to wonder if you might make it back in time. Looks like the both of you forgot something on your way back in though. No trunks?"

Rhyus couldn't help but laugh, which bounced the skunk still riding him, making the black and white furred male moan out in return. Raistlin gave his bud a knowing smile and then waved him off.

"You two have fun. Tell your delirious skunk friend that he should stay over tomorrow if he can. Lunch is on us."

"Heh, thanks again."

With that, the otter gently walked over to his room, opening the door and strolling over to the bed. Falling to the bed, the otter spent very little time taking care of their second round urges. Turning the tables on the exhausted, but needy skunk, Rhyus bore down on him, immediately getting to work, pulling back and thrusting forward roughly. Snaking his head forward, the otter clamped his jaws around the skunk's neck, sucking on the highly vulnerable area, lavishing it with his tongue while he slammed home time and again.

Ryan mewled like a cat while he was worked over, the squelching sound of air being forced out through the bubbles of spunk that remained inside him turning him on even more. Each thrust was like being punched in the ass, but he was loving it, his own spire twitching sporadically. Both of them had already worked themselves up during the walk and neither had the energy to drag it out any longer that what was necessary. Rhyus thrust with abandon, heat suddenly swelling in his urethra as a far more liquid material poured through him, a heat far more intense than the first boiling through him, causing him to bite down on the skunk's neck and moan lewdly into the fur and skin.

The wet throbs spewed into Ryan's already soaked ass, each one flowing deeper into his depths, the liquid heat running through him as he wheezed air through his clamped throat, meekly taking it as the otter claimed him spurt by spurt. He gasped for breath as soon as Rhyus let go of him, only getting a few heaves in before he went rigid, the otter using his extreme flexibility to curl into a ball, moving his head down the skunk's chest to pull his needy member into his maw.

Seconds later, the otter was murring as he suckled down every drop the skunk could give him, stroking his paws over the entire length in the effort to encourage as much cum out as he could. As the last scintillating surges ran their course, the otter slipped back off the spent spire, slipping his arms underneath the skunk's back to hold him as he bent down for one last kiss. They met with all kinds of satisfaction and contentment, their lips deeply massaging each other for a few tired minutes before the otter moved his face to the side.

Rubbing his cheek against Ryan's, the otter closed his eyes and let sleep take him in the warm embrace of the skunk's arms. It didn't take more than a minute for the both of them to succumb to their tiredness, the duet of snores soon rumbling through the closed room. It had turned out to be a lot more than just the average Saturday night for Rhyus, but all things considered, the otter was more than happy with the routine being changed.