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Tuggs left the door unlocked in the hopes that friends might show up. His invitation was a casual one: He mentioned to his buddies that it was his birthday and that he wouldn't be doing much.

Twenty-six years of age and Tuggs spent his birthday largely alone. Nobody except for his sister showed up, and she had already come and gone without even giving him a card or a hug. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, Tuggs thought. He was a good-looking lizard still under the dreaded 30 by a few years and packing a big, blue dick he affectionately called the blueberry milkshake. Why was he sitting at home moping and watching shitty movies?

It came to be 11 o'clock and Tuggs had had a few beers, but nothing to get him past tipsy. He decided to swap the bad movies for gaming but he couldn't bring himself to play much of anything, and he dropped his controller on the table boredly. "Happy fucking birthday," he groaned. "Could've gone out and drank, coulda booty called someone, but no."

Not much later, the door swung open and slammed into the wall, sending Tuggs lurching out of his seat. He saw a halfway-familiar face and relaxed. "Uh, you're Desmond, right?"

"None other," Desmond belched. A foxcoon, five-foot-something with pretty blonde hair and a nice ass that Tuggs had noticed the first time they met. He didn't usually go for boys, but Desmond was his type if sausage was what he happened to want on a given night. "Your sister told me you were here being a pansy-ass about your lonely birthday," he said in noticeably slurred speech, "and I thought, that's just not good, you know?"

"Are you drunk?" Tuggs asked with an amused grin.

"I'm tanked as shit, and I got you a pizza for your birthday," Desmond said earnestly.

"Cool," Tuggs smiled. He hadn't eaten. "Where's it at?"

Desmond wiped at a conspicuous smear of well-dried sauce on his shirt. "I got hungry," he admitted. Tuggs shook his head and fell back in his seat. The foxcoon stepped close, stumbled over the coffee table and landed on the couch, his legs across Tuggs' lap. The lizard wasn't shy about scoping Desmond's round ass while he reoriented.

"You wanna, uh, play some PS4 with me or something?" Tuggs shrugged. "Or maybe you want me to hold your hair when you start barfing up that pizza?" he smirked.

"First of all," Desmond said with another worrisome belch, "fuck you." Finally seated correctly, he swiveled on his butt and pointed a finger at Tuggs threateningly but his eyes couldn't be bothered to focus on the lizard that well. "And secondly, you want a blowjob?"

All Tuggs knew about Desmond so far was that he was a gopher at Elise's place of employment, the porn studio. Just one look at Desmond made it easy to label as a homosexual, but he had a job at a very popular straight porn studio. "I can't say I wouldn't like one," Tuggs shrugged, not wanting to sound too eager. Desmond struck him as the type to tease freely.

Whatever foxy slyness Desmond had was dulled severely by the drinking. He clapped a paw down on the outline of Tuggs' penis and started to knead. The lizard bit his lip, shifted in his seat and finally sighed. "Okay, you're serious about this," Tuggs chuckled.

"Why wouldn't I be? Doesn't your sister talk about the fags she hangs out with?" Desmond grinned. He reached for Tuggs' fly next and opened it fairly quickly. Underneath the denim flaps were boxers but Desmond was in no mood to do something as provocative as pull them down with his teeth, so he freed Tuggs' cock and balls through the flaps.

Tuggs looked down on his half-erect cock with a flare of pride. He had measured himself not long ago, but he modestly presented the data as somewhere around ten inches. Exact figures sounded too smug. "She doesn't gossip to me," Tuggs said dully. "She's really serious about that job. Wish she'd been that serious when I had her working for me," he huffed.

The foxcoon shot Tuggs an aside glance while he palmed and squeezed the lizard's half-chub. "What kinda job did you have her doing?"

Tuggs shook his head. "Data entry, accounting, crap like that... Not porn," he laughed, "so don't think it was something weird."

Desmond started to lean over Tuggs but he lost his balance and fell against the lizard's chest. He tried again, but before his lips got too close to Tuggs' cock he said, "There's your problem. She can't focus on anything that's not a cock."

Don't I know it, Tuggs ruefully thought just as Desmond took him in. That was the birthday treat Tuggs had been waiting for. He openly moaned and set a hand on the back of Desmond's neck. Leave it to a gay fox to give a birthday blowjob. Tuggs already loved the soft tongue and the ribbed palate. The bumping teeth added a little excitement to the job. "Ah, go for it, man," he cooed.

Desmond's tail swished as he worked. Tuggs' flesh achieved full mast very quickly in Desmond's maw. The twink didn't chance deepthroating for how drunk he was but he fondled what didn't fit in his mouth for another nice effect. His paw pads were soft like velvet and certainly pleasurable to Tuggs, being enough to make his toes curl. "Don't be shy with my balls," Tuggs grinned. "I mean, if you're gonna suck me off, might as well go all the way."

Condescending though it was, Desmond took the suggestion and cupped Tuggs' balls. That came about just as he started to really suckle and bob, doing so sloppily but with the kind of style Tuggs usually didn't see in the girls he screwed. There was a trait when it came gay guys, Tuggs had noticed. They always gave the very best blowjobs, even if it wasn't a fact he'd readily admit.

The lizard's hand crept up and petted through Desmond's silky hair. He liked the twink's grooming and the long hair could make for a good handle, he thought with a smirk. If he ever had the time or nerve to push Desmond over the table and hoist his tail up, that would be an avenue to explore. Something told him the fox wouldn't mind it a bit if Tuggs decided to bust into his backdoor, but he thought, fuck it, it's my birthday. I'm gonna sit back and let him do the work.

It sounded earnest when Desmond groaned and moaned through his suckles. His bobbing was sloppy and his suckles often broke off quickly but it made Desmond unpredictable enough that Tuggs was panting and groaning even sooner than he expected to. "Fuck me, you're good at that," said Tuggs with a dumb grin and a rub behind an ear. "Why aren't you in front of those cameras?"

Desmond pulled back in a wet, slobbery slurp. His lips smacked obnoxiously and he wiped drool off of his lips. "Elise likes to be on the camera, she likes that attention, but I like making guys feel good one-on-one," he said, smooching Tuggs on the lips afterward. The lizard couldn't say he liked kissing other men but tasting his dick on Desmond's face was interesting, to say the least. The foxcoon went right back to work harder than ever as if to prove to Tuggs that he had the chops. The lizard already believed him, but this new effort was yet another treat.

"Ooh, Christ," Tuggs groaned. His back arched and he lifted his ass subtly from the couch. "Get ready to swallow or spit, whatever your deal is," he panted. From then on he kept a grip on the back of Desmond's head, not realizing he was doing so, but Desmond hardly seemed to mind. His other hand crept down the twink's body much more deliberately where he cupped that fine round ass.

The suckles coming from Desmond's mouth were noisy and obnoxious. They filled the air and rivaled Tuggs' sincere moaning for a time, but the lizard started growing louder and more animated. He pushed Desmond's head down and the foxcoon gagged but weathered it, swallowing Tuggs cock down just once before defying the lizard's grip to pull back. Even then he stayed down quite low, still working the birthday boy with his slutty, slippery mouth until finally, Tuggs grimaced and hissed through his clenched teeth.

It was an incredible load. Tuggs' spunk blasted into Desmond's mouth and the foxcoon inadvertently wasted a good mouthful of it by letting it drool down Tuggs' fat cock. The drunk twink got his bearings quickly and he started to guzzle it down, wasting not a drop after that first shameful debacle. When the spurts grew thin, he lapped all over Tuggs' blue meat as if it were a lollipop. By the time Desmond fell back in his seat again, Tuggs' cock was as clean as a whistle but gleaming with saliva.

"Fffuck me, that was great," Tuggs sighed. "Did Elise ask you to come do this?"

Desmond wiped his lips off on his arm again. "She just told me you were alone and being angsty," he smirked, and then he belched obnoxiously. "I think I swallowed more air than cum." Tuggs laughed.

"Is it gonna be weird now?" Tuggs asked warily.

"What? Us?" Desmond asked. The lizard nodded. "I dunno. Maybe? Your sister probably fucks everybody you know, why's it matter if you get it on with me?"

"I guess it doesn't," Tuggs shrugged. A beat went by before Tuggs asked, "Hey, you and Elise have you guys ever...?"

"Nuh-uh," Desmond answered. He snuggled in against Tuggs' flank and the lizard draped an arm around him. "Like I said, she's really professional about her work, I think it'd be too weird if she did me." Another beat in the conversation. "Besides, she's not my type."

"What's your type?" Tuggs chuckled. "Bedicked?"

"Bingo," Desmond snickered. "I can't believe you're still hard after that," Desmond suddenly blurted, grabbing Tuggs' cock in a paw. Like handling a joystick, he tweaked and squeezed and otherwise toyed with it.

Tuggs grinned proudly. "I've always had the endurance," he chirped. Shamefully he added, "That, and I haven't been laid in a few weeks."

Clearly, Desmond was considering something. Tuggs had an idea of what it was, but he let Desmond play around with his cock and come around as he saw fit. At last Desmond said, "It might be too weird for you, but do you wanna bone me in the ass? Since it's your birthday, I mean."

The lizard visualized Desmond's round ass again. A grin spread across his face. Now this is a happy fucking birthday.