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So I found this originally titled 'The Experimenting Couple', written by a husky who'd finally just returned to his hotel when his room was ready. But I figured I've had too many of these stories begin with 'E', so I switched it up a little. I hope you don't mind.

It's actually not that uncommon to find mated couples on the site. Just have to know where to look, but I think this husky lucked out when he saw ButtBoy4U's comments. Thanks has to go to the Fisher Inquiry though. Without it, I don't think these three would have ever met.

I've got one more lined up, but it's insane because there's like half a dozen users who took part in the meet, so it's gonna take a bit of editing until it's ready. Just be patient until then!

Zwoosh out!

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Business trips were a pain, but a necessity, and as the husky sat in the hotel rooms lobby whilst he waited for the attendants to get their asses in gear and his room in order, he found himself mulling over how much he despised being sent away by his firm. The only benefit was that it was all expenses paid - so long as he could justify what he was spending his shit on. Which meant keeping a wad of receipts for even the most pettiest of things from restaurant meals to buying a bottle of water from a stand.

Daniel was to be uprooted for over a month, forced to endure and take part in some training assignment that had opened up across the country, something to do with harassment in the workplace if he recalled correctly. Ever since the Fisher Inquiry there had been a huge scare about blackmailing, particularly because some big names had been involved in it all and this panther had kept it all quiet for so long. All Daniel knew was that in order for companies to protect themselves from scrutiny they had to send a quota of employees to this conference - only male employees, the husky noted with acute bitterness - to this series of seminars, lectures, workshops, and group meetings just so they could stamp a gold star onto their name and say they weren't rapists.

The husky hated it so much...

Still, whilst he pulled him away from his family and friends, it gave Daniel the chance to scope out what he could get up to when his day wasn't horrendously swamped with pathetic courses. Being away from home meant he wasn't attached to any strings. There was no way word could get back to one of his mates finding out what he got up to with people. Whilst he wasn't protective of his sexuality, often he found that even just the slightest of rumours could place him at the butt of a joke for several days on end were he not careful. It was just banter, he knew, but he did his best to avoid it.

The only problem that he faced right now was that he currently didn't know enough about the area. It was around mid-morning, and with an hour or two to kill whilst he waited for inane hotel staff to have his room ready that should have been prepared long ago he was left at an open end. No clubs were open, he could go visit a restaurant for some light brunch he supposed, but Daniel was in the mood for something else. It had been a weird chain of events that had left him horny, from reading up a story on this site called 'Tails Tales' about some dudes fucking on a train carriage and getting caught as they were leaving to actually riding on a train himself. His mind had wandered to the possibility of whether or not he could find a male to screw him in the train's lavatory, pressed up against the wall, paw clamped over his muzzle to keep him quiet. He imagined grunted softly with the clacks of the wheels as this guy had fucked him hard, pushing up deep into him whilst biting down against his neck, letting him know who was in charge. He would moan, whimper, then cry out as the male came inside him, thick rivers of seed shooting into his gut until he was emptied dry. Then they'd leave, abruptly exiting and striding back off down the carriage to wherever they needed to be, leaving the wolf clinging to the wall for support, ass open and leaking cum all across the floor as people peered through the crack in the door, envying him as he soared from the high he'd been rutted to.

Daniel stifled a cough and cross his legs, paws over his lap to hide his obvious erection. He had to get something - anything.

Perhaps the site that had left him such a state could provide the answer. The husky had his laptop with him, after all, and there was free Wi-Fi he'd been invited to use. Better to make the most out of a bad situation then to wallow in boredom and blue-balls.

He pulled out his laptop from his bag and placed it onto the coffee table he sat at, booting it up and logging in. The ornate lobby was deserted anyway; he was sure nobody would peer over his shoulder as he opened up a browser and clicked the bookmark for his profile. Of course, he had a few messages from would-be locals asking if he wanted to meet up, but for good measure Daniel, under the username 'HornyHusky', had placed an ad in the forums stating he'd be at a hotel out of town and that he was most likely going to be bored most nights. Since he'd posted it, he'd been inundated with requests of him hosting threesomes, parties, asking if he'd let a guy and his friends come round, all manner of outlandish meets, but as he scoured through the messages he deleted them one by one until only the genuine and sane of those remained. There wasn't much to pick from. Apparently he was in competition with some skunk attending the same conference he was going to, and already he'd lapped up most of the attention. Daniel wasn't into that though. As he glanced across the profile of 'ButtBoy4U' he was glad he wasn't any of those guys attending. The guy looked seedy, and out of shape. Plus he was married, and for Daniel it was always a huge turn-off when a guy was married with kids. It was like either they were making a mockery of their commitment to one another or they'd made a huge mistake and deserved to be pitied for their poor choice of cards in life. The blend of pity and derision was never a good combination when trying to get into the mood.

That being said though, Daniel's eyes did wander to a brief stint of messages that had gone on between this supposed couple and the skunk. ButtBoy4U had been messaged asking if he'd like to pop round sometime for some threesome fun, but the guy had refused, stating he'd both rather keep to his room and would rather he'd have his hole worked over by guy after guy. The couple had lost interest after that, quietly backing off from the over exuberant skunk who seemed determined to rile up as many men as he could. Thankfully Daniel wouldn't be staying anywhere near his room. He'd be sure to steer clear of it.

But he did give some thought to '2-4-FUN'. They seemed like decent enough people and it had been a while since he'd caught himself in a three-way. He gave their profile description a quick read over, making sure they were both open to the idea of a third party and that it wasn't some trick. From the looks of things, it was the wolf of the pair who hosted the account, whilst his lover and mate simply went along with it. The red panda, called Connor, had a thing for seeing his boyfriend get fucked by other men and then joining in himself maybe if he felt like it. To Daniel, they seemed pleasant and well mannered, a far cry from some of the people who threw themselves at him on the site. He gave them a tentative 'tail yank', a little feature designed on the site to get the attention of users if they were offline. Within minutes he saw that one of them had logged on, taken a look at him, and before he knew it the mail icon flashed up on screen:

Hey sexy, how's it going?

Daniel opened up a chat box to reply back,

Not too bad. Stuck at a hotel and bored. I need to get out of here and blow off some steam.

He waited for the reply, drumming his fingertips across the polished wood of the table. Some of the receptionists were giving him odd looks, but he didn't care. Another message came through.

Which hotel?

The Silver Apple, it's in the centre of town.

Jeez... We just dealt with one guy staying there. Don't tell me you want us to come play?

Daniel winced. Perhaps he should have led with what he was looking for.

No, I saw the comments though. My room isn't even ready. I need to waste an hour or two. You got any ideas? ;)

He waited, for perhaps a moment too long, and in the few minutes that Daniel didn't hear a response, he feared he might have pushed the boat out too far. Maybe he'd scared them off, been too presumptuous, or taken a mile when they were giving an inch. The inactivity irked him. He slumped back in his chair, believing to have lost a potentially great chance of hooking up with two guys.

The mail bleeped again.

Connor'll be round to pick you up in a few minutes. Give us your digits.

Daniel was a little apprehensive about handing out his number, but what could they really do, if he thought about it hard enough. He could bar any number he didn't like, change his phone if needs be as he was in dire need of an upgrade, and it would be unlikely that he'd see them again after the month was up and he returned home. His fingers clattered across the keyboard as he typed back his reply, and then sat back. Was this the best thing to do? He hadn't even been in the city for less than an hour and already he was slinking off to go fuck with some other guys he'd never met. He took a precursory glance through their uploaded photos, mostly just holiday snaps and casual fun images that they must have taken when out with friends or family. Out of the odd dozen or so pictures, only four of them alluded to anything sexual. One was of the two of them, kissing each other naked, which begged the question who took the photo. Another two were of them individually, both sporting boners and not directly looking at the camera. Another was of the red panda fucking the wolf, though it was more of a close-up shot of Daryl's ass with Connor buried deep into him bare. The only thing he could conclude from what they showed was that they both considered themselves clean enough and safe enough to do away with condoms. That was fine. Daniel hadn't brought any with him. To have contraceptives on a harassment course would be like bringing alcohol to the local support group.

He leant back once more into his seat and sighed. His suitcase had been taken by the maître Dee and all he was left with was his bag he'd carried with him and held on to from the flight. It took his laptop, his charger, and his firm's papers and nothing much else. Still, for safe measure he packed his stuff away and handed the case in at the reception desk with instructions to leave it in his room for when he returned. No sooner had he done that when his phone buzzed in his pocket, which he pulled out as he turned away from the main desk who politely took his bag. An unregistered number. That would be his ride.

Outside now, black 4x4.

Daniel made his way for the grand entrance where he'd first stepped in not twenty minutes ago, heading for outside to meet up with a total stranger. As he made the walk, he could feel his legs become weak with that usual anticipation of sex, the thrill of risk and absolute anonymity. All they knew was each other's names. Beyond that, they might as well have been from entirely different nations and neither would have known; the homely gay couple with the out of town business. It was like a poorly written pantomime, except this wasn't family entertainment. As the husky left the building, a pig held open the door for him, some large-gutted guy who smiled pleasantly and let him through. He said his thanks, though as he passed by he smelt that familiar and potent odour of musk and lust - Daniel glanced back to take a lasting look at the male as he made his way for the lift, a swagger to his step as though he had something to look forward to. The husky shook his head and thought nothing more of it, jogging down the steps and scanning the roadside. Somewhere outside...

There! Indeed there was a black four-by-four parked up on the curb, the driver having rolled down his window and leant one elbow against the side. He seemed to be impatiently waiting for something. Or someone, in Daniel's case; he approached the car and coughed to rouse the man's attention. He looked over at the husky as he approached, giving a broad friendly grin,

"You must be Horn-... Uh, what do you want me to call you?" The red panda faltered, correcting himself and stopping before he blurted out the husky's username.

"My friend's just call me Dan."

"Right, Dan. You wanna hop in? We live about five minutes away from here, but it's a pain to walk so..." Daniel nodded, wandering around to the other side of the car and letting himself in next to the panda,

"It's Connor... right?"

"Sure is. You caught us off guard with your message. After that skunk raised our heckles we didn't think we'd be wanting to meet anyone at all, but your pictures were just astounding." Connor looked over at the husky whilst they set off, giving a very sly smile to him as he reached for the gear stick. Instead of pulling his paw back to the wheel, he moved it to rest on Daniel's thigh, caressing the muscle ever so gently. He blushed almost immediately, knowing exactly which photos he was referring to. A while back the husky had made a meet with this young photography student which he'd banged the fuck out of. As a way of saying thanks, the kid had taken a load of raunchy pictures for him, in various gear, toys, and all manner of things. His particular favourite was the one where he was bent over, looking back at the camera whilst a huge toy had been inserted into his ass right to the base. The colour had been saturated and whited out, leaving nothing but the oddest hues in the image - the green colour of the dildo, the blue and oranges of his eyes. It was a weird yet hot photo to look at.

"It's gonna be fun seeing that ass in person." Connor gave a cheeky squeeze, his paw moving much closer now to his crotch. Daniel chuckled a bit, his breath hitching more as he felt the roaming gropes of the red panda explore his inner leg. The guy wasn't that bad looking. He would never have taken him to be the forward type that he was - evidenced now by his more-than-confident paw which smoothed along his leg. But sure enough, he had that cocky grin on his muzzle and a sparkle to his eye which suggested he was enjoying this far more than he let on. He had a decent build, if not slightly tubby around the waist, but nowhere near out of shape. If anything, Daniel would have guessed that were he to poke the red panda's stomach, despite its belying roundness, he'd be prodding solid muscle. At a guess, of course, but wondered what else lay beneath Connor's casual attire. He had a nice bulge, though whether this was from the excitement of still sliding his paw along the husky's thigh or not he wouldn't know. It could be entirely flaccid and he'd have no idea.

"You fool around often?" Daniel shook his head,

"It depends. As much as I'd like to, work gets in the way," he chuckled, "Sometimes people on the site get annoyed at that when I cancel the day before meeting." Connor nodded his head, paw removed to change gears before it returned to his own lap,

"Yeah, they just assume we've got no lives and live on the site twenty-four seven. Worse still when I'm always online nowadays," he glanced across to the husky before looking back to the road, "I quit my last job caused it stressed me out so I could spend more time at home. Like a househusband but without the kids."

"Yeah, the adoption climate's rough, I hear." Connor huffed out a sigh,

"You're telling us. It's difficult enough to get married these days." He shook his head, "Anyway, since I'm always home, I leave the computer on in case of emails or such like. Guys get pissy with me because I leave our account online. They think we're always available to meet." Daniel looked over at the red panda whose free paw was slipping into his waistband, unzipping the fly and letting his junk fall out over the lip of his underwear. Daniel couldn't help but stare, even as the guy did it so casually without breaking conversation. He swallowed the nerves,

"So you two only ever play together?"

"That's right. We're still a couple, so we refuse to play alone. We agreed that when we signed up to the site it'd only be for the odd extra guy to spice things up. It's just a bit of indulgence really before we start cracking on getting old..." The panda could talk, but Daniel was more interested now in what his paw was doing. His fingers had peeled back his sheath as he cock became hard, fondling his balls whilst driving as though it were the most normal thing in the world to do. He went to a surprising hardness quickly, stroking what appeared to be a stout but thick cock with one paw. It matched the red panda perfectly, "Do you mind giving me a wank? I need to change gears."

Again, so casual, yet Daniel gave a silent nod. He couldn't talk right there. He'd never been caught with somebody so forward before, and in such a risqué situation. But still, he reached across the car and took a gentle hold of the panda's cock. He could just about fit his paw around it. It was relatively average in its length, allowing just enough purchase for him to slide his paw up and down its pre-smeared shaft, but the girth had his gut lurching as to what it might do inside him - provided that Connor here was the top of the relationship. He would have guessed though by species the guy would be the bottom, but the profile had been ambiguous, stating they could easily switch it up if necessary. His paw rubbed in the natural juices of the male's cock, eyes occasionally darting up to look at Connor for the reaction, but he remained relatively stoic, his face contorting every once in a while so minutely it barely showed each time the husky stroke fingertip across his head. He moved then to Connor's balls, rolling each around in one palm as he tested their weight, tugging at the sack to have him moan ever so faintly,

"You're probably wondering how this is gonna work. Who does what and all that," Connor said with his breathing a little heavy as they turned into one of the city's more suburban neighbourhoods. Daniel didn't answer, though the red panda didn't seem bothered. He was more just content to fill in what would have been awkward silence, "See, whilst we switch, Daryl's the one normally on bottom because... well, you'll see why. But I won't be getting involved straight away. I'll be watching, maybe taking some snaps, but otherwise it'll be you fucking him. I left him to get ready earlier so..." The car swung round and pulled into a drive, "We're gonna get right down to it. I can get you something to eat or drink after; Daryl's been horny all morning."

Daniel looked up out of the front windscreen; they'd come to some indiscriminate house, ideal for any family, with a neatly trimmed garden and immaculate lawn. The house, much like its neighbours, had been painted a glossy white, the noon sun now just about cresting in the sky and leaving the road to shine in a shimmering glow. It was as though it had been lifted from a film of some sort. As Connor sorted his junk out, Daniel hopped out of the four-by-four, shutting the door behind him and waiting for the red panda to join him. He stepped up the garden path and patiently stood as Connor fished out his keys, unlocking the front door before letting the husky inside.

"Upstairs, first room to the left."

As Daniel moved to head upstairs, he couldn't help but notice how bizarre it felt. Normally, he was used to going to people's houses, taking not of all their ornaments and photos adorning the sides, manoeuvring through what was to them a home. But it felt odd to him that this was a genuinely gay couple, not a gay guy and a friend or two dudes who were just looking to blow off steam, but an authentic couple looking to invigorate their love life with a flash of a third man in the bedroom. As the husky ascended the stairs, paw lightly clutching the bannister for support, he carried himself on shaky legs until he came to the landing, spotting immediately the only door having been left open for him to peer inside. A wolf, as shown from the photos on the profile, was sprawled on the king-size bed in the master bedroom, nude and already stroking what had to be one of the biggest dicks Daniel had seen on the species. He understood now why Connor was the top. Daryl was just too big to take on a regular basis, and even the husky found himself thankful that he wouldn't have to take it this time around. It would have been more startling than surprising.

"Took you long enough..." Daryl breathed as Daniel entered already shedding off the suit he'd worn this morning. The blazer was shrugged off in an instant, his belt buckle hastily undone to let his trousers drop to the floor. His fingers hooked into his 'Butch' underwear and yanked them down, exposing his own member. Gone was any of the apprehension for what was about to happen. Daniel knew what he wanted now, and regardless of them being some suburban couple, he was going to have it.

He knelt up onto the bed beside the wolf, warranting the bigger male to move into a sitting position. They began to kiss, so casually as though they in fact were the familiar lovers. Daniel took the wolf's muzzle in one paw, angling it up slightly so that he could burrow down from above, his tongue forcing its way past his lips and exploring his mouth. His paws roamed down the wolf's toned body and groped at his chest. Daryl moaned into the husky's mouth, his body trembling in excitement beneath the devilish fingers. But the paws kept sliding down along the wolf's contours until eventually the dog grabbed a hold of his cock, the grip wrapping around the slick length and squeezing at the soft, hot flesh. Daniel was marvelled at its size, his grasp stroking along its sensitive length to make Daryl whimper into his muzzle, ears folding back whilst he toyed with the knot. Perhaps another day he would return to attempt to take it, would the offer be open, but as his fingertips glanced against the warm metal ring of the wolf's sheath piercing, he knew he would take his ass instead.

It didn't take much then for him to position them both into a sixty-nine, with Daniel taking the top spot and holding the wolf's cock in both paws. It seemed monstrous to him that the shaft bulged with such intensity and anger, peculiar that it was rarely used to its fullest potential, but he understood why nonetheless. It didn't deter him though from licking the tip graciously, the taste bitter against his tongue. Daryl though moved to engulf Daniel's dick immediately as soon as it was presented to him. Whilst caught between full hardness and utterly soft, the wolf dove his tongue into his sheath and encircled the knot that was hidden beneath it confines. He dug out the musky smelling juices and thick aroma of pent up male and glowered in it, his mouth slurping hungrily along the cock as though he hadn't seen one before in his entire life. Daniel moaned and grunted as that ravenous muzzle took him in one fell swoop, the lips sealing about his shaft and sucking hard, making his junk twitch with the sensation. It had him digging his claws into the bed sheets, eyes clenched shut as he resisted the urge to groan aloud. Instead he filled his muzzle with equal amount of cock, if not more, taking in the wolf's member and stretching his maw apart to have it fit. He couldn't fit much inside, even if he strained himself and did his best to deep-throat the meat, but it was a task too much; though he did service the wolf enough to have him whimpering and groaning all the same beneath him, his mouth full of the husky's crotch and hot air breathing against his pubes. It felt good to have a male take him fully, and he longed to know what that ass felt like.

He pulled the cock from his muzzle and began to reach past those heavy orbs. The smell was mesmerising, leaving him in a daze as he clambered deeper to the headier scented realms of the wolf's ass, and there he found his prize. The thin ring of pink that soon he'd bury his dick inside pulsed and twitched as though it knew its fate. It was begging to be filled, and as Daniel drew his tongue across the bare surface of it, he could feel the heat radiate against him. He panted hotly against the pucker as the wolf slurped his shaft, making his hips threaten to buck at any moment as he fought back the urges of his instincts. Instead he put his effort into rimming the wolf, his tongue pressing against the tight muscle until lubrication and resistance met an impasse and he slipped inside. He pushed as deep as he could, just as Daryl took a teasing grope of his knot, and he huffed hard into the wolf's cleft. It was a vicious cycle whereby each time the wolf had the husky grunt a little louder, taking more of his meat, Daniel would only dig into his hole more. Soon they'd worked themselves into a rhythm; he'd take a big, greedy mouth of the wolf's ass until the favour was returned, that rapturous tongue writhing against his manhood. Daryl's own length pressed itself up against Daniel's chest, smearing the pre it leaked against his nipples and throbbing with each hot pulse. Time slipped by as they drank in each other's bodies and for a while Daniel forgot he was only here to waste away his day until he go into his hotel room. His mind came back from its high though as he became aware of a weird slick sound that filled the room, accompanied with a soft, deeper grunt unlike that which came from the wolf's stuffed maw.

Daniel pulled his face out of the wolf's crack, extracting himself from between Daryl's thighs and turning his head, swimming with musk, to where the sound originated from. Unbeknownst to him, Connor had quietly crept in and stripped without so much as making a noise, sat no on a chair that oversaw the scene before him of his mate and a stranger on their bed, each with their muzzles pressed intimately into one another's crotches. He was content to watch, it seemed, stroking his shaft luxuriously with plenty of lube, the bottle tossed onto the bed ready for whenever Daniel wanted to use it. Connor would stroke himself so carefully, enough that it became hypnotic for the black and white husky to watch. The paw moved slowly from the base to the tip, massaging the thick shaft as though he was marinating a piece of meat, oiling in the juices until the potent stench of maleness and lube drowned the air. The red panda eyes were glossy, as though his mind had shut down to the bare essentials needed to process the sight before him. To Daniel, the look was uncanny to that of any guy living out their fantasy in real life.

Connor caught eye contact with the husky, and with a low voice he grunted,

"What are you waiting for? Stop eating the entrées and have some main course! Fuck him already!"

He didn't need much prompting.

Daryl gave one last longing suck to the husky's cock before letting it slip free from his muzzle. With a line of spit connecting the wolf's lips to his head, Daniel pulled himself back off the larger male and knelt at the foot of the bed. Without needing to be asked, his companion turned around, getting onto all fours with his tail raised immediately. The wet hole was proudly displayed between the black and white globes, the rosy pucker winking at him, hungry and wanting. Daniel got onto his footpaws and squatted over the wolf's ass, lowering himself down until he pressed his head against that ring of flesh. He made a grab for the lube, checking the label. He'd guessed right: it was the Kaiser Studio's own brand, aptly named 'Bukkake'. As he poured himself a generous dollop, he could hear Connor rasp behind him, his breathing heavier now as Daniel drew ever closer to pounding his boyfriend. He slathered up his generous length before applying a helpful glob to the wolf's ass, rubbing it into the hole and past the rim, fingering him with two to three fingers, just to make sure that his insides were slick and ready for his meat. He pushed the head against the hole, testing its resistance. Even despite his rimming, the wolf remained tight, so with as much ease as he could he slowly pushed himself inside until his tip was swallowed by the hole. It sucked him in like a greedy mouth, much like Daryl's muzzle had done before, and took the first few inches quite easily. Compared to the red panda's girth, Daniel was surprised he made much difference, but still as he withdrew and entered as carefully as he could, the wolf moaned anew. His member hung between his legs like a forgotten red log, swaying gently as Daniel began to make more assured pumping motions. Gradually his inches would disappear beyond Daryl's ass, plunging into its depths with insistence, plucking deeper and deeper still. Each grunt from the wolf spurred him on, working to a faster pace until he was sliding himself from knot to tip with grace, the lewd slapping of his knot against the hole filling the room and chorusing over that of Connor's presence. He lost track of himself once more, lost in the wolf's body as it attuned itself to his own, the warm depths sucking his cock as any mouth would, wrapping him in a moist blanket of inner flesh.

He smiled to himself, wondering if the wolf had ever taken knots before. In all probability, perhaps he had, at some point in his life, but whether he'd had one recently was up to Daniel's imagination. Being with the panda obviously provided no assortment of cock styles, so for now the husky could believe he was exotic, a rare treat for them both. He lowered himself closer to the wolf's back, his stomach pushed close to his tail, as he began to hammer himself hard into Daryl's guts. The husky gripped his hips with a strong grasp and pulled him back towards his crotch with each forward thrust, working the wolf into a swinging motion that had the two of them grunting and growling like wild beasts. The oral skills had been exemplary, Daniel decided, but what he really wanted was to unload in the wolf's ass. He intended to do just that, to know his bitch and seed him with his cum.

Daniel was startled though when he felt a movement come up behind him. Two broad arms wrapped themselves around his chest beneath his armpits and pulled his torso back in a bear hug. He glanced back over his shoulder to see Connor moving up onto the bed, the weight dipping down the mattress. Still firmly fucking his mate's ass, Daniel was now caught between their two masses, his cock buried into the warm caressing grip of the hole around him, whilst Connor's gut pressed up against his back. As one arm continued to hold him in place, rubbing along his chest and tweaking a nipple, the second paw snuck down to the husky's ass, sliding into the crack with lube-soaked fingers; Daniel couldn't hold back the moan as he was forced forwards, his knot pushing hard against the wolf's rim whilst fingers invaded his own hole. He closed his eyes and made a silent gasp with his mouth, his chest swimming with dizziness from the overwhelming sensation. Usually he'd never be at the centre of a threesome - particularly never like this. Usually it would end up in tag teams or him taking up one of the outer ends whilst they spit-roasted a younger guy. He'd never considered either of them to try anything like this. Connor's fingers dug into his ass and sought out his prostate, jabbing at it whilst Daniel attempted to hump the wolf's ass for the few inches he had free. The red panda took a nibble of the husky's neck as he was left to moan amidst their play time, fucking Daryl's ass as his own was pushed wider and wider until the husky swore he had four fingers stuffed down there. Anymore and he bought blow his load prematurely and beg for mercy.

But the fingers were thankfully removed, and as Daniel drew his hips back, the felt Connor bring something meatier and hotter up to his cleft. The husky felt the fat head smear along the curve of his cheeks until it was pushed inside, seeking out the hole and then lunged inside. He gasped, mixed in with a yelp, as Connor buried a good portion of his dick into the husky's hole. He was forced to stop moving just for a moment to let himself adjust to the thick size that pushed his rim to a low stretch, the wolf squirming on the bed as they all took a breather. The atmosphere was charged, rippling with male potency and need. Daryl's length continued to dribble all along the bed, whilst both Connor and Daniel took to simply sitting in their respective holes, waiting for the other to steel themselves for what was about to follow. The red panda's paws traced down along the husky's arms until they came to his own wrists, the fingers intertwining with Daniel's and interlocking them both in an oddly intimate embrace. With Connor's paws over Daniel's, he took hold of Daryl's hips and then slowly pushed forward, his fat length sinking into the tight ass. It forced Daniel to move forward to, his knot pushing hard against the wolf's rim. Then Connor drew out, pulling his shaft free from the husky's ass and letting Daniel retract from Daryl, only to repeat the process. The tandem of fucking proceeded as that, with the red panda taking the leading role as he guided both their hips to fuck each other, burying in to the hilt or knot and then withdrawing until only their tips remained. Daniel moved between the two bodies, trapped by both spires of manhood and now whimpering himself just as Daryl did, caught in his own ecstasy of getting fucked. It was an excellent added bonus, as he half expected to leave with the red panda taking his place, fucking his mate's sticky seeded ass instead. Perhaps he still might, but now he'd breed the husky's first.

Each thrust took Daniel ever nearer to blowing his load. It had been a losing battle ever since he'd entered the bedroom, with Daryl servicing him to now getting fucked and fucking. His knot was pushing insistently against the wolf's rim, and he wondered how much longer he could hold out, and whether he'd actually tie the ass before him. Connor was certainly becoming more forceful and dominant with his pounds, slapping the husky's cheeks and jarring him forwards more and more. Even as they lost the delicate rhythm they'd set going, Daniel didn't need to do anything as Connor acted as an essential pile-driver, slamming home each time to push the husky's knot a little deeper. As Daniel moaned and whispered in a hoarse, strained voice that he was very nearly ready to shoot, he heard Connor chuckle behind him, the pace speeding up until he could only groan out in one long breath, feeling his nuts ready themselves to fire. The hole was giving way, ever so slowly, with Daryl matching back the intensity of Connor's rams and pushing himself back against the husky, leaving Daniel to wait until either of them finally got him to bury his meat. It only took one simultaneous effort from the couple until Daniel yelled out, howling nearly to the roof, as his knot slipped inside the wolf's hole. He grunted and began to hump for all he was worth as he felt his whole body seize up, cum erupting from his dick whilst his hole clenched around the cock inside him. Connor joined him in his moans; he clung to husky's shuddering body tightly as he buried himself in deep, growling through the clenching of his hole until he felt his orgasm rise up, firing off just after the Daniel's. They came together then, humping away in short bursts whilst their seed marked the other's ass. Daryl whimpered, reaching down to stroke his length and simulate a tie until he too was whining from his climax, his jizz spluttering onto the bed in heavy shots until all three of them were panting and sweaty, exhausted from the intense session.

Connor pulled out of Daniel immediately, letting the husky have a moment's respite to wait for his knot to deflate and reduce its swelling so he could remove it from its locked hole. Daryl collapsed onto the bed, huffing out large breaths as he recuperated from the hard shagging he'd received. Daniel took a quick glance at his watch, checking the time. It was no good. He'd barely wasted half an hour, and his room wasn't even going to be ready until late afternoon.

As he felt the red panda nuzzle into his gaping cum-oozing hole, a rough tongue delving into his loose insides and drinking back his own cum, Daniel wondered maybe if he could take a turn on the wolf's cock after all and have Connor take a turn being the bottom for a change.

He still had time to kill, after all.