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This is a story me(playing Jake) and a friend(playing Brent) did over Windows Live Messenger, it's not perfect but a fun read. If you all like it we may continue..... This, at least for me, is my first furry/yiff story so be genital and please comment. That being said, please enjoy.

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The shadowy figure walked down the alley way whistling to himself. Down at the end he could see a streetlamp brightening the world with its yellow glow. The figure turned the corner as he got through the alley and headed towards a building with a long line infront of it. The otters ear twitched as a slight rhythmic thumping sound could be heard as he got closer. The otter walked past the entire line right up to a tall green dragon.

"Hello Mark." The otter said with a grin, "how's the bouncing going'?"

"Hey hey Jake, same 'ol same 'ol." He said loudly with a throaty laugh at the end. Jake looked over the crowded line. "See anybody you wanna invite in with you?" Mark continued.

"Yeah, I think I'll invite that guy right there..." Jake pointing.....

Jake had been pointing at a raccoon, smallish and sort of bookish. The club seemed out of place for him at least-- this was a rave, and he was dressed in some casual cargos and a white t-shirt, with a pinstripe button-up over top. He didn't really hear himself be called out or referenced, still waiting for the line to move so he could get in. He pushed his glasses up, one paw in his pocket as his large, bushy tail waved around, his foot tapping to the beat impatiently.

"Eh? him? He seems like a newbie, and the boring kind if you ask me. Are you sure?" Mark rudely asked.

"Now now Mark, its the quiet ones that can be the most surprising." Jake said and began to walk over to the Raccoon.

"Hey there friend, my name is I'm Jake. Wanna get a free pass into the club? If you have any friends they can come as well" Jake said with a friendly grin and a hand stretched out.

He blinked at the otter that walked up to him, first looking around to make sure it was him. He pushed his glasses up again, and raised an eyebrow. What exactly was the otter aft-- well, he didn't really need to ask. It wasn't like it hadn't happened before.

A slight grin popped up at the corner of his mouth. " 'M all alone tonight, unfortunately." He replied, as he looked around at the line. "But damn, if you can get me in quicker, I'm all ears. Names' Brent."

'Little bit of a bite to this guy,' Jake thought, 'I like that'

"Follow me if you wanna come inside" Jake said with a quirky smile. Jake then turned around and gave a wink to Mark as he pasted him.

A blast of wind buffeted Jake's hair as he opened the door and stepped back letting the Raccoon in first. He followed the raccoon through but stopped just after the door and turned to the wall mirror.

He licked his hand then ran it through his fohawk. While normally he is all dark brown Jake dyed his hair and goatee a bright blond color. He also stretched down his black shirt that almost seemed a size or two to small for him.

"Ever been to a rave?" Jake shouted over to the music.

Brent stepped inside, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Holding the door- a classic. Classic way to fail, that was. He was about to just walk into the club, when he heard himself spoken to. Besides, he still had to thank t he otter for getting him in.

"Once or twice. I'll admit that I'm not a raver." The raccoon said, turning over to see the otter slick his hair back. Couldn't he have gelled that or something earlier? The stripes on his polo glowed in the blacklight, and his pants also took on the bluish glow, but he wasn't neon like some of the others out there. "I'm guessing you're a regular, to have gotten in without needing a line."

Jake laughed, "I guess you could say that. My dad owns this place. And tonight you're my guest so, whenever you need a drink, even if your underage, just say you're with me and everything is on the house."

Jake looked over at the wall with hundreds of glowsticks of all shapes and sizes and grabbed two standard ones with string attached. "Care to join me?" He asked holding out both with one

hand while grabbing for two others with his other hand.

"Your dad, huh? That's kinda cool-- I mean, the fact that your family, at least one side, is into the whole clubbing thing." He said, taking the glowstrings. "Though, I haven't glowstrung before. I'm probably just going to end up making an ass of myself and hitting someone in the face." He smiled, and just took off the strings, holding the sticks in his paws.

"And you don't have to worry about sneaking me drinks. I'm old enough." He grinned wider, letting Jake lead the way around the place. "God only knows that I've had one too many to drink before."

Jake gave a chuckle, "well that's nothing to be ashamed about." He took the raccoon's hand and pulled him through the crowd up to the bar tender. "I always say the best ravers are the drunk ones." He told Brent. He then turned to the bar keeper and said. "I'll take a cherry colada."

The bar tender turned around, "Hey Jakey"

Jake lowered his voice and growled "Dad, I keep telling you not to call me that especially when I have....company"

The bar keeper laughed as he noticed the raccoon and held out his hand. "I'm Jake's father as you already know. You can call me DJ. What can I get you boy?"

Brent looked over at Jake, and grinned. Okay, so he had to be thankful that he got him in, but why not have a little fun with the kid? "To be honest DJ? I would mind a taste of you." He said, grinning over the bar. "Or what you'd recommend, anyway. I'll drink just about anything." He winked, before looking over at "Jakey" again, resisting the urge to laugh.

He shook the elder's hand and just waited for a reaction. That would always be the best part.

"Well,' Dj leaned over, eye level to Brent, 'Maybe that could be arranged sometime..." He righted himself shifting his slight smirk between the two. "Two cherry coladas commin up."

"Typical dad..." Jake said with a smirk after his father left to grab more cherries in the back. "Sorry about that, he can be a little....blunt. Tends to scare most off."

Brent just laughed. "Ahaha-- I like him." He said, with the grin still on his face. "You wouldn't mind if I got to know him better... eh Jakey?" He said, a little bit of a mischevious bite on the name he used. He just leaned against the bar, starting to roll up the sleeves on his polo.

Two cherry coladas slid 15 feet across the bar and stopped almost perfectly infront of the two. Jake picked his up, "Only if you got to know me first..." Jake said with a tone and then quaffed it and slid it back.

"So what, you first, then your dad, then both at the same time? I'm starting to like this family." He gave a small snerk as he took his drink and started to sip at it first, looking out at the dance floor. His ears flattened slightly at the music-- not exactly used to the noise level of a rave. His large ringed tail swished around behind him, beating against the bar slightly.

Jake leaned over the bar and grabbed supplies to make more drinks. He poured himself a shot of Jagermeister, set the bottle between them and gave a 'help yourself jester to the jager and anything behind the bar. "The real question isn't the order but how fast you want to know us." Jake said then took the shot.

"Let's just put it this way." Brent said, taking the bottle of Jagermeister and pouring himself a shot. "It's not how fast I want to know the family, it's for how long. I'm not exactly the type to... introduce, and never speak again, if you get my drift." He took his shot, and shivered as he felt the pleasant burn go down his throat, his tail, fluffing out for a second before he started to preen it back down smooth.

Jake chuckled at brent's reaction to the drink. He then took the bottle and along with a bottle of a peach flavored hard liquor, turned around and took a step then looked over his shoulder. "Bring the glasses." He said with an almost inaudible soft tone amongst the rave music then continued walking. He came to some stairs and began walking up them. He banged on the door careful not to break either bottle in his hand. A small slit opened up revealing eyes then quickly shut. A loud squeak came from the heavy metal door as it opened. The two walked through and the man behind the door closed it yet again. After the door shut the music was almost unheard.

Jake continued to walked down the hallway and up 2 more flights of stairs till he came to a door. He handed the Raccoon one of the bottles and took out a set up keys to unlock the door. He opened the heavy wooden door and stepped and to the side revealing his gigantic room. Windows covered two entire walls revealing the city lights. The hardwood floors of the studio apartment creaked lightly under the footsteps. Jake gave a smile as he said "This is basically a room on the inside of a recording studio, it's almost silent. The bass will sometimes carry depending on the sound but no more then a dull sound." He walked over to one of the large windows and set the items down on a table next to it.

The raccoon gave a small blink as he as told to bring the glasses, taking them and following along. A slight part of him was slightly disappointed that they weren't about to go dance, but then again he supposed that he didn't have a choice. He just followed along, often brushing a playfully along the otter's tail.

The first thing that seemed weird to him was the metal door-- a slight fear that he was about to be raped, or something, washed over him, but was soon gone. The second thing was that he was getting tired-- he didn't exactly going up flights of stairs without reason. He took the bottle, and just tilted his head, watching the otter unlock the wooden door.

He stepped inside of the apartment and let out a slight breath of wonder around, staring. "What, you live up here?" He asked, as he stared out of the windows-- he'd seen them from outside and never really figured he'd see them from inside.

"Yup this is my...Avalon. Everynight I come up here and look at the city lights.' Jake paused and stared out, then in a quieter tone continued, 'They...calm me when I need it." He poured himself a shot of the fruity drink and took it. "What about you, where do you live?"

"Your Avalon? Neat name." He said, not really sure if it were some sort of reference to something when he got it. He blinked as he stared over at the otter, and shrugged his shoulders. "I haven't really had a place to call home since I moved out of my parents' house. Didn't really support me going through university, so I got myself t through it. Been hopping apartments ever since." He blinked, and turned his head again, holding out a glass to have filled.

"What would you need calming down from?"

"How rude of me..." Jake said and quickly filled the Raccoon's glass, then his own again. "Down stairs you spoke of a relationships...I've never been good at them. I tend to be too nice I guess and they always seem to cheat on me in the end. I come up here on my off days and relax. Tis why I asked you up here. Like you said before you like long lasting relationships, as do I. I thought it to be inappropriate to speak of this down there with all the noise if we wanted to talk about this...." Jake said then took a sip of his drink. "Lets see how tonight goes and if we want to continue this...then we shall" Jake smiled.

He blinked, and smiled himself. "Heh, in all honesty, I didn't know what to expect." He took a sip of his drink and stared out the windows. "For starters, approaching me of all people in the line made me wonder if you just needed some bookish type to screw, or if you had some weird fetish. Then meeting your dad seemed pretty chill, but I didn't think you wanted the same thing I did. I dunno."

He shrugged his shoulders as he looked over. "But hey, why not? I'm willing to give it a shot."

"Well, I have to admit. Most of these are one night stands but if people offer and I like their personality I normally do try to go steady with them." Jake said. He then looked over and then moved over to Brent until he was only a few inches away from his face. "So, do you wanna go rave or....have a little fun?" Jake asked with a smirk.

He flushed slightly, partly due to the alcohol, and partly due to the closeness. "Well... raving is fun, isn't it? Or are you trying to insinuate something else here, Jakey?" HE asked, using the name that his father had used just a few minutes ago. His tail swished mischeviously behind him, and he simply set the glass aside.

Jake gave a playful growl then continued, "why you..." He grabbed the raccoon and playful shoved him back making him stumble backwards and fall onto the coach. Jake followed up with spreading his legs and sitting on Brent's lap. He leaned in hands supporting himself on either side of Brent's head. His face in a playful grin only mere inches away from brent's.

His face was slightly shocked at first as he was pushed back onto the couch, bouncing up slightly-- but the added weight soon pinned him to the couch. Flushing slightly m ore, that grin never fully left his face. "Why me? What are you gonna do about it, Jakey?"

"Shut you up, that's what." Jake said with a grin.

"And just how do you propose you're going to do that, hm?" The raccoon asked, his tail swishing lightly behind him.

"like this..." Jake said leaning in to kiss the raccoon.

He flushed a little more, his tail stopping where it was. He let out a light groan, tasting otter and alcohol at the same time.

Jake continued the kiss starting to hint the raccoon with his tongue wanting more but careful not forcing it.

He didn't seem to be showing any signs of fighting the otter off of him, nipping at the tongue lightly. He chuckled a little into the kiss, his hands planting themselves above the otter's tailbase.

Continuing, Jake's hands started to explore the Raccoons body. He placed them on Brent's mid chest and started to rub them down to his stomic then dug under his shirt feeling his fur and slowly exploring his way back up causing the shirt to slowly rise up with his arms.

He let out a light growl of content as he felt the otter starting to explore, before he chuckled and gripped the otter's wrists. "It'd be easier if you unbuttoned my shirt." He said, before he simply let them go to the otter's own devices. His hands started to do the same, however on Jake's backside, hands running up his back, threatening to remove the too-small shirt.

"Where's the fun in that?" Jake said with a devilish grin. He leaned in and bit one of the buttons and jerked his head back snapping the button. He then moved onto the next button...

He pouted a little, staring down. "Well... there goes my nice pinstripe polo..." He said, with a smirk as he simply brought his hands back behind his head, letting the otter seem to have fun with taking off his shirt.

Jake finished ripping off the buttons then said "We can go on a date tomorrow to the mall, I'll buy you whatever you want there...." Then leaned in for another kiss. Suddenly he hugged the Raccoon tightly and flipped over reversing their positions. "Now let's see about this shirt...." Jake said as he started to lift Brent's shirt up.

Brent chuckled stupidly at the thought of Jake taking him shopping, before he found his world shifting again, and soon he was the one straddling the otter. He grinned, and just raised his arms at the shirt came up, revealing a light gray, near white underbelly that contrasted his grey pelt. "Mmm... whatever I want, huh?" He asked, before he leaned in, kissing and nipping at Jake's neck.

"Yes, where ever you want." Jake said as the raccoon nipped his neck. He then starts rubbing his hands up and down Brent's figure. Slowly caressing his body....

He breathed out slightly against the otter's neck, his hands running up Jake's front, lifting the shirt up. He had to draw away to get it off, but he let out a light hum. "Oh boy... you'd better have a high credit rating."

"No need to worry about that" Jake said as he leaned forward a little bit and helped Brent get his shirt off revealing a tone body and revealing his stomic fur was the same color as the rest of his body; save for his chin and head....

"Oh what, gonna make your dad pay for it?" He snerked, and lightly began to trace his finger over the taut stomach underneath him, fingers and hands playing with the muscles underneath the fur.

"Technically. Me and my dad are a partnership in this company. I did most of the work first, he just fronted the money and as you can tell from the crowd, the business is thriving. It's just my day off today." Jake replied then started to stir uncomfortably as his erection starting to grow

He blinked as he felt something underneath him, before he decided to play up like he didn't feel it was there at all. "Oh? And on your day off you take people up here, do you?" He asked, shifting around-- making sure that his rear rubbed right against the otter's tenting pants.

Jake groaned pleasurably at the raccoon's shifting. "Ugh....not normally...mmmff. I'm guessing you're a bottom?"

He chuckled, and leaned in, clamping down on Jake's ear. "Maybe for... someone like your dad."

"Hey now, I'll you know me and my father are about the same size." Jake said with a grin as he started to fiddle with Brent's pants.

"You've seen it?" He said, with a smirk as he raised his hips slightly, the otter's hands on the front of his pants. "Or are you just talking about how tall you both are?"

"Well...sometimes me and my dad....fool around." Jake said with an embarrassed look. Jake stopped fiddling with Brent's pants expecting him to be grossed out and want to leave.

He shuddered a little, rolling his hips and breathing into Jake's ear hotly. "... That's kinda hot." He said, nipping at it some more. "We'll have to "fool around" sometimes, methinks."

Jake softly placed his hands on both sides of Brent's face and gave him a passionate lick. "This is going to be a fun relationship I think...."

He grinned and caught that tongue, running his own along it. "Mmm... sure sounds like it at least..."

"Let's get a little more natural shall we?" Jake said standing up forcing Brent up as well. He then continued working on Brent's pants.

Brent smirked as he felt his khakis slide off of his hips and fall to the floor, and he mischeviously pushed Jake back onto the couch, straddling him in just his boxers. "Aww... do we have to?" He teased, rubbing himself again on Jake's tent.

Jake shifted over causing the pleather coach to squeak a little and layed down in a kinda awkward L shape his arms semi stretched out above his head.. "No, but it'll be fun" Jake smiled with a dreamy look.

He just chuckled, and continued to grind against the otter underneath him, his tail curling around his waist. "Well... I did come here to have fun..."

"Is that so?" Jake rhetorically asked. He brought he arms about and placed his hands on the Raccoon's waist and slowly moved them around to his butt and gave a firm squeeze. He then looped his thumbs into Brent's waistband and tugged down a little.

He jumped slightly at the squeeze on his rear, the front of his boxers reacting accordingly. He grinned as the otter tried to tug them down, before he slid back, letting them slide down somewhat. It revealed that his lighter underbelly continued even down to his sheath, which was already thickened.

"Sexy little thing aren't you?" Jake said. He leaned up causing the raccoon to fall back enough to yank his boxers all the way off. He then placed his hands on Brent's cheeks like he did before and slowly started to learn back pulling Brent with him till he was laying back down on the couch and their lips met

again.

He blushed as he was made nude in front of the otter, murring lightly as he was pulled down into a kiss with him. He stretched out over the otter's form, his hands finally going down to toy with the raver's pants.

Jake caressed the Raccoon's back with his own hand slightly scratching him all the way down to his butt where he gave another squeeze.

He yelped lightly, deciding to repay the otter with a sharp nip to his neck, licking the spot that he bit soon after.

Jake let out a gasp of pleasure as Brent bit him and began the moan when he followed up licking it. He pushed his hips up arching his back slightly lifting the raccoon to give him the ability to pull his cloths down.

He bit down again and slid off the otter's pants and anything underneath at the same time, greedily, before he straddled him again, sitting low on his stomach. "So I'm just curious... who tops who when you and your dad do the dirty?"

"Normally my dad but when he is drunk enough he will bottom which is fairly often as well." Jake said as his hands continued to caress Brent's butt, his fingers began to explore...

"Mmm... that's kinda hot too..." He said, as he felt the otter's fingers go over his rear. He smirked and wiggled his rump a little, his tail raising over his shoulder.

Jake let his finger explore deeper until it came to Brent's entrance. "Your move...." Jake said with a smile...

"What?" He asked, with a grin, before he simply stretched backwards, feeling the finger slide into him. He shuddered, stretching like a cat, forcing himself on the finger.

"Damn you're tight" Jake said moving his finger around. He then leaned over slightly and with his free hand he pulled open a drawer in the coffee table revealing a bottle of KY. "Use it as you see fit Brent, I don't want to hurt you."

He looked over-- jeez, did his dad and him just do it wherever they pleased? He grinned and just pushed the bottle away, moaning as he felt the finger move. "... Don't like it." He said, a grin plastered on his face.

"Are you sure? I'm pretty big, not champion sized but eight inches is no easy task when you're as tight as you are..." Jake said working another finger in.

He shuddered as he felt a second, dry finger slide in, and groaned happily into the otter's neck. He just nodded, and gave him another nip. "Mmh... only eight? I've had worse... I guess."

Jake then nipped at Brent's neck. "Only eight? I'll have you know the average is only five inches Mr." Jake then began licking the spot his nipped and began moving his 2nd finger around working it in and out.

"Oh I know... but my ex boyfriend was a horse." He said, with a grin as he started to relax into the fingers, shuddering and grinding against the otter in happiness at this point.

With his free hand Jake began to caress Brent's lower stomic and genitals while very slowly starting a third finger. "Never done it with a horse..." Jake said simply, "How big was he?" Jake continued with a slight tone of jealousy.

He let out a loud murr as he felt the third finger start to go in, and grinned. "Fourteen long... and really, really thick." He said, nuzzling into the otter's neck.

Jake let out a slight chuckle, "You should try Mark, that green dragon outfront, he'll give you a run for your money." Jake then began pumping his fingers in and out slowly.

He groaned and smirked. "Only if... you'd let me." He said, with a smirk. His rump clenched around the fingers and he grazed his nails over the otter's chest.

Jake gave a loud murr as he was scratched. "Babe, I'd let you do anybody so long as I am there with you." He continued to rub Brent's genitals, he started rubbing his sheath and probing a finger down into it. Feeling it get easier with the three fingers Jake then said, "I think you're ready...."

"I was born... nnh- ready..." He mumbled, the feeling of a finger probing down into his sheath making him bite his bottom lip to not cry out. He smirked, and nosed the side of the otter's neck again, grunting. "Mmh... so you just gotta be there, huh? Pervert..."

"Guilty." The otter simple said with a fiendish grin. He took his fingers out of the raccoon and place his hands on either side of him and lifted him up off his belly and set him back down over his waist. His dick laying on his belly separating the raccoon's balls.

"I always seem to attract the lecherous ones." He said, as he ground his sac against the otter's length. "Then again... I guess I'm a big perv myself."

Jake gave a murr.. "And what's the pervyist thing you've done?" He asked while continuing to fondle the raccoon's sac and sheath.

He shuddered as the otter continued to play with his sac, his length quickly sliding free from the fuzzy confines at the attention. "A-Ahhn... masturbated while watching my neighbor do the same from the window?"

"Ahh is that all now? The way you were talking I figured way worse." Jake said as he started to caress the raccoon's dick with one hand and his sac with the other.

He groaned, continuing to grind into the hand, shivering profusely when he felt two. "W-Well... went to his house... and blew him off on his porch thereafter...

Jake gave a chuckle, then said, "You can get on whenever you want..."

He looked behind him, and reached underneath, pointing the otter's length at his pucker. "Mmm... or you could not be lazy and do some work... Even on your day off." He said, before he lowered his hips without any hesitation, feeling the length slide in.

Jake gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure. "It's not a matter of being lazy, I just never seem to start it in this position." Jake grunted as Brent hilted, "damn you're tight." He then place his hands on the raccoon's sides and started thrusting his hips, slowly at first but gaining speed. He felt the insides of the raccoon envelope him in a soothing warmth unlike any other.

"Mmh... I-I like... any position, really." He mumbled, gasping as he felt the otter underneath him start to move. He leaned over, nipping at his cheek and neck again, panting out hot breaths against the fur. "And... it's been a while... since..." He started to mumble.

Jake licked Brent's cheek then passionately kissed him. He started thrusting into Brent like a jackhammer unable to get enough of him. His hands on the raccoon's waist shoving him down on his already rapidly thrusting cock for that little bit of extra penetration.

He never really got to finish his sentence, his breath breaking up into whimpers as he fisted into the couch underneath the otter, bracing himself for the ride. His tail rose even higher and he buried his muzzle in the otter's neckfur, his whimpers barely audible underneath all of it.

Breathing heavy, Jake continued to slam into the raccoon above him. He brought his hands around and started to, once again, caress the raccoon's sac and also to stroke his length trying to bring him over to the edge.

"F-Ffh..." He started to say, biting his bottom lip as he breathed out between teeth and lip. His rear clenched around the cock inside of him, his own quickly starting to leak onto the other male underneath him. "B-Been... too long... can't--"

"It's....O.....K.....I'm closssse t-too!" Jake strained to say through his teeth as he continued to hammer into the raccoon above him all the wall stroking him off. "So....closssse...."

He would have given more of a warning, but it was all the raccoon could do to garble out a whimper, clamping down onto the otter's neck again as he shuddered, his body quaking with pleasure as he released himself on the fur underneath him.

Jake gave a shout of both pleasure and pain; mostly pleasure. As Brent anal ring constricted around his thrusting cock and the sudden pain on his neck pushed him over the edge. He thrusted forward as hard as he could as he quickly wrapped his arms around the raccoon squeezing him into a hug as he came. Spurt after spurt left him as his emptied his balls into the raccoon.

Jake held him close and never released until his orgasm completely subsided

He nearly collapsed onto the otter after he'd finished, simply letting the other do as he pleased into his rear, panting out onto his neck. "G-God..." He moaned, unable to even push up into a sitting position.

"God that was amazing..." Jake side still hugging the raccoon. "I've never had such an intense orgasm in my life..."

He chuckled. "What, really? Now your dad just sounds disappointing..."

"Or maybe your just that special?" Jake said rhetorically as he looked into the raccoon's eyes.

"Please, save the cheese for pizza or something." He said, nosing the otter's cheek, before he just rested on him.

"Oh, I'm full of them babe..." Jake said his words trailing off as he yawned, sleepy from the afterglow setting in.

"Great..." He mumbled, sarcastically as he too began to feel tired.