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I love the waves, the way they flow and twist about, singing a song to me as I glide along their surface. Otters are born to adore the water, and what could be a better place to indulge myself than in the glorious tides off the southeastern coast of Australia? After taking a multi-day tour of Sydney, I had taken the transit north to Newcastle, where I had a hotel reserved for four days of surfing and relaxation. Now, here, with the sun slowly beginning to set on the first day, I was out a few hundred yards, steadying myself to fly down a monstrous wall.

Having some practice under my belt riding waves off the San Diego Bay, I might have bragged about my abilities to some of the locals. That might have quickly turned into a contest of who had ridden the biggest wave, and I was not about to be outdone already. Circular waves like this were new territory, but my mustelid knack for adventure justified this craziness somehow in my head. My balance remained true as I surged up the peak. Adrenaline poured through my sleek body as I rose to my webbed feet.

Maybe most of you would have been terrified, but I could feel a wicked grin just plastered over my face as the water plateaued and began the fall back. My feet gripped the board firmly and I stretched my arms out for balance. Yelling in vigor and sheer excitement, I slung the board downward and felt the surge of speed hit and rocket me forward into the aquatic tunnel.

Time stood still and I swear I could see every droplet of water cascading around in glorious detail. The world went quiet and suddenly, all that existed was the beautiful liquid, the board and myself. We danced a delirious masterpiece filled with every instrument nature could provide, and then I was inside a world I had never seen before and never wanted to leave. Never before had I felt so at one with the wood underneath my feet, and I found myself riding as stable as a redwood tree.

I don't think I breathed as the water roared over me, under me, around and through me. Mystified and awestruck, I glided forward on a river of harmony, the sound of a primal scream erupting out of my lips as I suddenly passed through the tunnel's embrace and back into the real world. Exhilaration raced through my head as I burst towards the shore. I could see my new pals waiting on the shore to celebrate my achievement. As soon as I landed, they were popping the tops off a 12-pack of Cooper's.

A couple clubs, several hours of partying and more than a few drinks later, and I found myself lounging in my hotel's game room, still feeling the high that riding that wave had given me. Most of my mates had all returned to their own houses with promises of us returning to the beach that following evening for an all night long party. Feeling a tad bit groggy, I checked my phone, the red light flashing to let me know it was almost dead. It was seven in the morning, the perfect time to hit the sack and crash.

Crash I did, my body finally restarting when my alarm rang at six in the evening. Taking a shower, I hopped in the leather chaps I had brought for this specific reason. I was a bit of an exhibitionist, and if this party didn't scream for a chance to really let loose, I didn't have any idea what would around these parts. Pulling moderately tight jeans over them, I threw on a fishnet t-shirt, following through with a vest. Finally donning my fedora and biker gloves, this spiffy otter headed out to grab something to eat.

I arrived around a half hour before the DJ was scheduled to begin his show. The atmosphere was all kinds of the right electric, the summer sun just hovering over the horizon as the clock ticked a few minutes past ten. The cool ocean breeze kept us all in high spirits and it wasn't long before I was itching to get my groove on. It took me around ten minutes to track down the guys, meeting in a flurry of side hugs and paw shakes before we bought some draft Pilsner from the outdoor bar. Then we all made our way to back to the stage area, just in time for the music to begin.

At first I had thought I was imagining the jackal in our crew eyeballing me, but once we started moving to the beat, I knew he was after me. I was more than willing to let him have me, however, there was no way I wasn't going to make him work for it. Every time he slipped a bit closer, sometimes almost within arm's reach, I'd flit away, often times making sure my tail brushed past a leg as I scooted off in fake ignorance of his maneuvers.

I probably made him chase me around the sandy, makeshift dance floor three times over the course of an hour or so before I turned my head towards him and twinkled my musteline eyes.

"Something you need, Riley?"

"Yeah. You."

With that, his arms finally made it to my body, slipping around my chest as he brought his muzzle up against my neck and breathed deeply. After playing cat and mouse, or in this case, otter and jackal, for over an hour, I was more than ready to give in. I chittered back and slid my tail over his calf. His teeth grazed over my shoulder, nipping ever so lightly, teasing me as his paws drifted lower.

Considering I had downed three full beers already and I knew Riley drank more than I did, neither one of us were really in any mood to take things slowly. I was already hard underneath my gold chaps by the time his paws slid underneath my now unbuttoned jeans and I could feel his pole pressing up against my rump.

"You rode that wave really well. Let's see how well you ride this."

The cliché comment would have made me laugh if it wasn't for his paws helping drop my pants to the ground. I was a bit surprised, and that gave him time to quickly unhitch my leather vest. Quite instantly, I had gone from spiffy to raver. I was slightly ticked that I hadn't any glow sticks around, but I guess some things can't be helped.

We danced together, sometimes intertwined, other times, separated by a foot as we wildly threw ourselves around during some wicked hardstyle dance music. A few more beers were drunk and it became pretty clear that no one in the nearby vicinity cared about our lewd antics, or else they were too drunk to notice. Advancing from back to chest, I was soon grinding my trapped spire against his. Canine paws gripped the backside of my chaps and pulled them down my rear, exposing enough of my ass to open a route to the all-important passage.

Within a scant few seconds, his precum-glazed dick was out in the air. The jackal lifted me up and I rather instantly wrapped my legs around his waist. I gripped his shoulders as he tilted me down, dooking as I felt his cock slip between my cheeks and hunt down my tailhole. It didn't take him long. In my alcohol induced state, it was easy to relax and let it in. Inch by inch slid in without a hitch, my rump proving to be even more accommodating than my hotel service had been.

He shuddered when his slightly formed knot slid into me, holding still for a few long seconds as he brought a paw around my front to rub my trapped penis through the thin leather chaps. I let him have his way with me as I brought my head down to kiss his forehead, squirming just a little bit to get comfortable. His muzzle lifted up a bit and I took the opportunity to kiss his lips, murring as his rich taste met mine. It only lasted a blissful minute before he pulled back, his paws wrapping up around my back.

"Is the otter ready to ride these waves?"

"Oh, you know it."

He gripped me well as he lifted me up off his cock, his smooth length rubbing soothingly against my inner walls as they gripped firmly at his temporarily exiting jackalhood. Using my flexibility, I contorted my head down to begin kissing him again, chittering happily as he returned my advances. My saliva drooled down his muzzle as he began to run my body along his spear, his tip doing wonders against my prostate with each thrust upward.

His knot was expanding with each thrust, our drunken minds not able to make much of a show of self-restraint as our mutual desire for release ran its course. Our tongues danced as our bodies bounced, the song long forgotten as we fucked. I could feel Riley's heartbeat race through his shaft as he held me up for a few seconds before slamming me back down. His now bulging knot pulsed once against my sphincter before slipping in, causing me to clamp down on his cock, hard.

The canine groaned heavily into our locked maws as he made a few short jackhammer thrusts and then loosed his seed. Even without much of a build-up, his load was big. Heavy cum spurted into my rear, filling me up and then leaking out my knotted anus in greasy streams as the jackal below grunted out his approval. When his climax had subsided, he gently carried me over to a rock, softly dropping to his ass and leaning his back against it.

Every one of his movements was enormously pronounced through my speared ass and I was moaning in delirium by the time his paws drew me forward for another kiss. This one was deep and intimate, our juices flowing delightfully. I soon felt him grip my hair and pull my head away. His muzzle dipped down against my chest, my otter maw drooping as I felt his wet tongue slide over my still trapped length.

He toyed with it for a few merciless minutes, caressing it diabolically even as it throbbed desperately against its leather prison. I would have protested his teasing torment had I the breath to make those words come out, but alas, all I could do for now was gasp and silently moan as I felt my tension grow with each flick of his member.

Finally, I felt his fingers slip underneath the golden leather, pulling it down to expose just the head of my desperately needy length. Precum flowed out as he trailed a finger along the base to the throbbing tip, drawing it back down again before repeating the same motion again and again. His head lifted back up and I hissed as his lips enclosed upon one of my nipples. I was already nearly gone by that point, and that final spark of stimulation blew me over my peak.

I hardly managed to squeak as the first jet of otter cream spewed from my lutrine cock, the seed arching up a foot or so before splattering over both our groins. I managed to pump out a good seven spurts before I just collapsed against the jackal's body, panting in exhaustion and sheer satisfaction.

We didn't speak afterwards, rather we let our actions speak for themselves as I passed out to the feeling of his massaging my back as his softening cock's heartbeat coaxed me to sleep like a lullaby.