"Clyde & Ollie: In A Van Down By The River" Part 3
Clyde & Ollie Series Part 3
By: Axle Furret

**Story Contains: Male/Male, Gay, Gay Relationship, Size-Difference, Age-Difference, Character Development, River Otter, Stallion, Foreplay, Oral, Extreme Deep-Throat, Premature-Ejaculate, Male Musk, Cock Worship, Body Worship, Domination, Sexual Roughness, Urethral Play, Urethral Tongue Sounding, Urethral Penetration, Full Package Oral, Excessive Cum, Cum All The Way Through, Cum Inflation, Belly Bulge.

The setting is roughly in a Zootopia-style world for character sizes and such.

This story takes place immediately after "Clyde & Ollie: In A Van Down By The River" Part 2.**

**This particular one started off as a character-developing story with no sex in it, but then I got horny and had some fun with it. So, enjoy!**

      
      It had been over two hours since Ollie and Clyde got out of the water and started heading back to the van. The sun was setting quickly, casting a golden glow across the trees along the banks of the tepid river as the last sparkling rays of light filtered through their leaves and pine needles. With dusk settling in, the forest began to quiet down as birds settled back into their nests for the coming night. A cool breeze blows through the leaves overhead, rustling branches and whispering in the treetops, carrying with it the faint smell of pine sap wafting in from all directions, and mingling with the scent of earthy soil beneath the beefy stallion's hooves.

      Both men were enjoying the evening walk after their afternoon of sexual adventures, taking in the sights and scents around them and talking casually between themselves. For most of the day, they had barely talked more than ten words to each other, and even that was brief, mostly just grunting and huffing noises as they fucked each other senseless. Now that they knew each other's bodies so intimately, they felt free enough to finally have a chat with each other about whatever came to mind. 

      Ollie found out Clyde was a Sergeant in the 'Stallion Corps' and eventually left to become a cross-country long-haul semi-truck driver, with his own rig and everything. Clyde liked the open road, getting to discover new places, and enjoying the freedom of choosing what job to take and where to go next.

      Clyde learned that Ollie had recently moved to the city after getting an electrical engineering degree, only to end up in a job where he was just approving other people's electrical schematics and never getting any paws-on work himself. The little otter wanted to be building and fixing things, not doing corporate paperwork.

      Ollie churrs softly while riding on Clyde's shoulders as the horse slowly makes his way upriver. "Mmm... This whole day has been amazing... Like some sort of fantasy! And to think, when I saw you in the club heading for the private stalls in the back, that it'd be just another quickie in the gloryholes... You know?... A bit of the ol' Wham! Bam! Thank you, man!" He says with a laugh as he releases the horse's long ears, freeing his hands to wrap lovingly around the stallion's neck. His snout presses into the hunky stallion's mane, and he breathes deeply of the larger, older male's masculine scent. "But instead you made me cum twice before noon today, and once more before sunset... wait..." He pauses for a second, holding up some webbed fingers to count on, "Have I cum more than that? Good grief, I lost count!" he says happily, moaning a bit. "And your cock! Oh my god! Your cock! ... And my cock inside your cock! And your mouth... Uuungh! And that tongue thing you did! You are amazing... Most guys are one and done, but you've been going and keeping up with me all day! "And the cum... Oh!" he trills softly, his back fur bristling at the thought. "Mmmph!" Ollie's breath hitches slightly as his hips begin to gyrate, rubbing his warm groin against the hard muscles of the stallion's neck as his pink penis starts to slip out of its plump furry sheath again. 

      Clyde feels the otter's erection growing harder and longer against the back of his neck. Chuckling a bit at the horny little otter. "You're pretty damn amazing yourself, you little stud of an otter," he says heartily to Ollie, feeling a bit of pride with all the praise being heaped upon him by the smaller male as he continues walking alongside the stream.

      The big, black stallion keeps his eyes focused ahead as they make their way uphill toward their goal. There is something about having this cute younger lover perched atop him that brings out the alpha instinct within him; making him seem taller, stronger, and more intimidating as he trods his way back upriver. It makes him feel powerful and dominant but also makes his heart feel lighter as this adorable otter rides on his shoulders with arms wrapped around his neck, snuggling close to him as if he were a pony or a sheep, and offering compliments freely without fear of reprisal or rejection. The horse was starting to feel more than just lust for this little brown river otter as they chatted about similar interests and even nothing in particular during the long hike back to the van, which led to more feelings of affection and closeness forming between them. He really didn't want this time together to end; he was even starting to dread it... The mere thought of dropping the otter off back at his home before driving off alone for who knows how long again almost made him trip on a rock as his mind wandered. He quickly corrects his stumble just as Ollie meeps and holds tighter for a moment. "Heh! Well, that stone came out of nowhere! Freaking butter-hooves here," the big horse says with a chuckle.

      As they continue strolling up the hillside, Ollie leans forward to rest his chin on the stallion's short, mohawked mane, nuzzling and kissing the massive male's neck. "I'm glad we met, Clyde," Ollie says softly. "We should definitely do things like this again someday," Ollie says, letting his lips linger on the horse's neck and inhaling deeply the sweet scent of man musk. "Maybe hang out here more often...? Maybe meet for dinner or drinks somewhere? Like a city date or something? We could talk more comfortably and relax... Or maybe I could go home with you and slurp on your cock whenever you needed it?" Ollie asks, being rather forward, nibbling lightly at the back of the stallion's neck with his sharp little teeth as he grinds his precum oozing ottercock into the base of the stallion's neck a bit more.

      A smile lights up Clyde's face when he hears how open Ollie is becoming with him. In the short amount of time they spent together, the stallion realized that Ollie wasn't nearly as closed off as he thought he might be, considering that otters like Ollie tend to keep their personal lives to themselves, preferring to spend time socializing with others while keeping their relationships casual and uncommitted. But Clyde found that he liked knowing what kind of things were happening in Ollie's life—the stories about the friends he hung out with, the places he went, the stuff he does in the big city, and the people he worked with. As much as he enjoyed jizzing Ollie's brains out, the stallion really loved getting to know the little male better as well. He nods enthusiastically and says, "Oh, a date, huh? Sure, why not? That sounds like a great idea, Ollie. Let's plan something soon." He glances at the darkening sky before adding, "Though I think it might be nice to camp out here for the night after we get back to the campsite... No need to drive up miles of dirt road in the darkness... That, and I have a feeling we'll be giving the bed a workout in the back of the van later," he says confidently, feeling the slick, warm, wet spot on the back of his neck from the excited otter while fantasizing about all the ways he could have more fun with the smaller male.

      Ollie grins wide at this news, nodding eagerly, "Oh yeah, camping out sounds wonderful! Much better than a dinner and movie thing! Plus, I don't have to go back to work for three days; my schedule is clear if you want to keep this little adventure going, as long as you don't get bored, of course!" Ollie gigglingly adds, "Besides, I love camping! Fresh air and nature! Not stuck in a monotonous glass and cement city... What a beautiful setting for two handsome dudes, such as ourselves, to get to know each other more... Intimately!" Ollie churrs seductively, his rudder-like tail wagging wildly behind him.

      Clyde chuckles as his hooves clop on the smooth, rounded river stones underfoot, turning his head ever so slightly towards Ollie, his ears pricked up attentively and twitching slightly, waiting patiently until the otter finished speaking. Clyde gives his companion an approving nod. "Ha! Even if we did the same thing every day we did today for a year, it would never get boring! My god, man, you have lit a fire in me that no other guy has come close to since you came along, Ollie. You've got a lot to live up to from now on," he says enthusiastically, still glancing back at Ollie, noticing how the otter looks directly at him through narrowed eyelids, smiling sensually and wiggling his eyebrows playfully. A wave of desire surges inside Clyde's chest, sending blood rushing southward and filling his groin with excitement, swelling his member in response as it starts to droop out of his hefty sheath again and slap back and forth against his thighs with each step.

      Ollie sniffs the air, catching the scent of their lovemaking from earlier in the day coming from a short way ahead. "We're almost there!" he exclaims excitedly as he hops off the stallion's shoulders, doing a little tucked somersault in the air and landing on all fours as he then scampers on ahead to the sandy clearing with the oak tree and beach blanket, where they made love earlier. Clyde's hot-rodded van is still exactly where he parked; its shiny chrome twinkling in the last rays of twilight as night arrives and the moon rises overhead.

      The horse smiles widely at Ollie's eagerness, shaking his head and snorting with amusement as he watches the river otter running around on all fours with his back arched as otters often do. Clyde walks casually behind as they both head for the van.

      Ollie stops by the rock with his swim briefs and the horse's jockstrap on it as he churrs, "Bottoms or no bottoms?" he asks, lifting up his swim briefs in one paw, and the horse's red jockstrap in the other, wondering if they would both be free-balling it at camp. He also takes this moment to sneak in a big sniff of the front of Clyde's jockstrap pouch, flooding his senses and nearly causing him to cum right then and there from the sudden rush of masculine cock musk and sex pheromones.

      Clyde pauses before answering, looking down at his thick, floppy horse cock, which is already sticking more than halfway out of his sheath, and knowing that jockstrap would do very little to keep things in place. He chuckles as he waves the otter away. "Nah! Let's make this our own personal nude beach," he says with a happy whinny.

      Ollie laughs, nodding eagerly as he tosses his swim briefs back on the rock. Pausing for a moment, he couldn't help but get another toe-curling sniff of that sun-baked, musky, penis pouch jockstrap the horse had been wearing since he first met the stud of a man. "Oh gods! Mmmph," he groans out, before tossing Clyde's undies back on the rock. His gaze darts between that massive, black horse penis swinging freely below Clyde's waist, then he chirps happily as he looks around their darkening campsite. "If you've got a lighter, I'll get some wood... You know, of the burning variety, not the penis variety... Though, I do also have the latter as well!" he says with a chuckle as he thrusts his hips and erect otter cock at the air a few times. 

      Clyde laughs as he walks to the van, sliding open the side door on its metal rails with a woosh, and reaches under the passenger seat to pull out a rather large, bullet-shaped lighter. He looks at it for a moment before flicking it on with a single snap of his wrist, the flame illuminating his handsome, black-furred face in an orange glow. "One lighter, check!" He says with satisfaction, closing the top to extinguish the flame and setting the lighter on the running boards of the van. "There should be a pretty big pile of wood back behind the oak tree we were fucking under earlier; if not, there's plenty more wood all around us, I mean, this is a forest after all," he says to the otter before walking around to the van's back doors. "I'll get some chairs and stuff set up for us while you check around," he says to Ollie.

      "Yes Sir! Mr. Horsedick, Sir!" Ollie chirps out happily, giving the older male a little mock salute, as he then quickly scampers off to the oak tree to see if the pile of wood is there.

      The horse shakes his head and snorts playfully while he opens the back doors of his van and reaches in to press a button that lifts the bed off its base with a pneumatic hiss and an electric whir to reveal a treasure trove of camping gear... and a large number of various sex toys and bondage gear arranged purposefully in the storage compartment that was underneath it! He could open up a gay fetish shop with the amount of stuff he has! Clyde has one hell of a kinky side, and the collection of items back there was just a sample. A sultry grin spreads across his lips as dirty thoughts about the otter run through his mind. He then shakes his head and grabs a camp lantern and some huge folding chairs.

      As Clyde pulls out two horse-sized folding chairs, Ollie emerges from behind the tree with a few sticks and branches in his arms, awkwardly pushing a larger log along the ground sideways with his feet and tail, chuckling. "This may take me a while," he says, huffing a bit, demonstrating that he could only get one of the large logs at a time.

      Clyde laughs again as he walks over to the little otter and easily picks up the log with a single hand, tossing it effortlessly into the ring of stones and old hollowed-out tractor wheel they would be using for the fire pit, causing it to make a metallic clinging noise and dirt thud sound when it hits. "How about I get the wood, and you set up camp? Everything you could need is in the back of the van," he suggests with a sly grin, setting the bait for the horny little otter.

      Ollie nods in agreement, churring coyly, "Well, I could totally get them all myself; it would take all night, but... Yeah... Oh, who am I kidding? Your idea is definitely better!" he says as he drops the bundle of sticks by the pits and scampers off to the back of the van.

      Clyde heads over to the wood pile and pretty much scoops up all the heavy logs they could possibly need for the night in one go, his muscles rippling as he picks them up in his massive arms with a powerful grunt.

      While Clyde is doing his big, beefy muscle guy routine with the wood, Ollie gets to the back of the van and sees the storage compartment and camping supplies... 

      And then he sees the sex toys... 

      And then he sees the bondage gear... 

      The otter's bottom jaw nearly hits the back bumper as he gasps in shock...

      His heart skips a few beats as he nearly orgasms right there at the sight of all the kinky toys and gear the stallion had stored away. "Oh, my... FUCK!" he exclaims as he starts squeaking and chirping excitedly like a kid in a candy store!

      "It's like gay porn fetish movie heaven up in here!" he shrieks excitedly to himself as he stares wide-eyed at everything stored in the compartment. His cock becomes throbbing hard in an instant, dripping precum on the bumper of the van as he surveys the kinky treasure trove... There are dildos of all sizes, vibrators, whips, chains, paddles, nipple clamps, floggers, ropes, handcuffs, ball gags, blindfolds, spreader bars, leather straps, butt-plugs, electrical stimulation devices, urethral sounding rods made of metal or silicone, and even a freaking cock milking machine with a receiver cup big enough for Clyde's three-foot-long dong that looked a lot like a repurposed old military missile tube!

      "This must be what dreams are made of!" He exclaims, before pausing and mock frowning, "Wait... No! Nope... I'm dead... It must be... I died, didn't I? I'm in gay, horny, otter heaven now, aren't I?" Ollie says as he continues staring wide-eyed at the contents of the compartment under the raised bed. He feels his mouth watering and stomach growling; his breath quickens, and his cheeks flush from arousal. His cock was twitching out globs of precum from the sudden world-changing excitement as he realized this stallion was everything he could ever want in a man! A sexy beast into all manner of fun things that was currently infatuated with the smaller otter. Ollie had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming, so he does. "OUCH!" he squeaks. "Well, damn if this isn't unbelievably real!" he thinks.

      Clyde quietly puts the wood by the fire pit as he hears the river otter making all manner of adorable little noises behind the van, trying not to laugh when he hears the smaller male talking to himself.

      "Wow," the little brown river otter says in awe as he takes in all of the erotic equipment. "You really did prepare yourself for tonight," he mutters to himself as he steps closer to the storage compartment, peering inside. He looks closely at each item, his paws slightly trembling with how excited he is, touching the different pieces as if trying to memorize how they feel. Each piece seems to excite him just by its mere presence. He holds a leather paddle in front of his face, examining it carefully. It felt smooth and supple, yet firm against his palm. Then he touches the nipple clamps, pulling them apart so he can see the chain attached, making a soft click sound. The weight and texture of the clamp make it clear that these aren't cheap, nor are they meant to hurt. These are serious tools designed to deliver pleasure or pleasurable pain. With a shudder and sudden feeling of paranoia, he puts the paddle down and turns to look at Clyde, who is standing behind him with a wide, sly smile, watching the otter examine the stallion's kinky toy collection, his big, strong, arms folded over his broad chest. Ollie hadn't even noticed the stallion had dropped all the logs by the fire ring and walked over, he was so lost in the sudden realization that this massive hunk of horse meat was into a lot more fun and interesting things than he previously thought.

      The young, naked otter smiles shyly at him. "Um... So... Um…" he stammers nervously, stirring a webbed footpaw in the sand as he rests his bare furry ass on the bumper, looking up at the older male, and squeaking. "I... Ah... I think I'm in love!!!" he blurts out in surprise, flushing deeply under his fur and nervously laughing. His rigid, pink cock twitches for the stallion to see, slick with precum to the point it is dripping down his balls and onto the ground.

      "What?" Clyde asks softly, feigning ignorance. "Huh? Did you say, In love?" he asks aloud, as Ollie giggles quietly.

      The otter turns to give the massive stallion another nervous glance, biting his bottom lip as he tries to find the words to say something cute or clever... Anything to impress the stallion with his growing affection for him, but instead, he finds himself blushing more and bursting out an embarrassed, "Ahhh!" Ollie gasps loudly, unable to stop his embarrassed reaction. His ears drooping low, his eyes darting between the stallion's handsome features: those thick lips, his long chiseled face and snout, his shimmering black fur, his impressive physique, those giant soft leathery balls, and that massive dangling horse cock. This glorious creature before him checked all the boxes on this otter's list; he didn't want to screw this up.

      In a flash of inspiration, Ollie murrs, "Are you some sort of gay sex god or something? Because this has taken even me by surprise!" he says with a delighted little trilling noise. Looking back and glancing around at the array of sex toys and gear displayed proudly in the storage compartment, adding, "I never expected you to have such an extensive collection of... Umm... Stuff... Like this."

      Clyde couldn't help but smile as he watches Ollie's adorable actions, seeing how excited and aroused his companion became upon discovering his secret stash of toys. It was everything Clyde could hope for, if not more. "On the walk up, you told me all kinds of things you were into... Many of those things, I'm into as well, as you can now see," he says with a playful snort.

      When Ollie first saw the items, he wanted nothing else but to run away from them, hide under a bush somewhere, and masturbate furiously until he came so he could keep playing the cool guy otter like he never discovered it... But now, knowing that Clyde not only liked, but also came prepared for all sorts of naughty fetishes, he was overcome with desire, lust, and longing for this magnificent stallion even more than before! If Clyde were any less intimidating, Ollie might have been ready to throw caution aside and sexually ravage the stallion right then and there. Instead, he stands silently for a moment, thinking about what he should do next. "I uhm... Well..." He says, looking down at his naked body again before quickly raising his head to meet Clyde's gaze, "What I mean is th—"

      Clyde interrupts whatever silly nonsense the little Otter was going to say, smiling broadly as he leans forward slightly, putting one hand on the young male's shoulder as he speaks in his deep velvety voice, "I think we should get the fire going and eat something, before you propose to me," he says with a wink and a big shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

      Ollie lets out a surprised yelp of laughter at that last comment. Not wanting to miss the opportunity, he jumps up and throws both arms around the big stallion's neck. squeezing tightly and giving him a kiss on the lips. The two men kiss and embrace, their tongues dancing together in an open-mouth kiss, tasting the sweetness of each other's muzzles as the horse's massive tongue overwhelms the otter a few times. After several moments of making out, Clyde pulls away, licking his upper lip with his tongue, a devilish grin spreading across his muzzle. "Don't worry, we still have lots of fun to have later," he says as he turns, letting his soft horsehair tail brush across the otter's face as he walks to the side of the van to grab the lighter and then over to the fire ring to start setting it up, making sure Ollie got a good look at his strong back and muscular ass in the process.

      The otter lets out a soft squeak, reaching up to rub his cheek where the stallion's tail hair brushed against his whiskers. He lets out a relieved sigh and follows Clyde over to the fire ring, staring in awe at the stallion's rear end the entire time, only stopping to pick up the camp lantern and hold it up to light the way... But mostly to illuminate Clyde's delicious, black-furred ass so he could admire it as he walked behind, relishing every second spent with this magnificent male specimen.

      Clyde places a bunch of twigs and dried leaves at the bottom of the fire ring, along with some larger sticks and branches, then a big log on top. He flicks on the bullet-shaped lighter with a single snap of his wrist and lights the tinder all around the base, getting the fire started with some sudden sizzles and pops as the orange glow gets brighter with the building flames.

      Meanwhile, Ollie positions the horse-sized camp chairs near the soon-to-be crackling fire just as the cool night breeze starts gently blowing through the woods and along the river. The warm river, fed by hot springs, starts getting a soft, steamy haze above it in the rather bright moonlight, making the whole setting seem like a romantic fantasy. Ollie sets the camp lantern between the two chairs before he climbs up into the massive chair meant for a creature two or three times bigger than himself, plopping down on his fuzzy ass as he rubs his furry tummy and chuckles. "Heh heh... So what was that about food? As much as I'd like to, I don't think I can survive off your cum alone," he says with a wink at Clyde, who laughs heartily in return.

      As the fire roars to life, the big stallion claps the dust from his meaty hands while he stands up and turns back to the otter, grinning at how cute the little brown furball looked sitting on a chair three sizes too big. "Well, darn, I guess I'll just have to feed you regular food then," he says with a snarky grin before lifting up his massive limp cock to take his seat next to the river otter, letting the thick member flop over his right thigh once he's seated.

      They sit close to each other in silence for a few minutes, watching the flames dance and grow brighter while they enjoy the warmth of the fire and listen to the sounds of nocturnal nature coming alive outside. Fireflies twinkle and blink near the river's edge, making the nighttime here ever more magical by the moment. The two males are lost in the moment as they both stare into the flickering flames of the roaring campfire.

      Clyde snorts as he finally gets up after a bit more time and heads over to the van, with Ollie watching the stallion as he does. Clyde starts pulling some things out of a refrigerator and a second compartment in the floor that he thinks would work well. He grabs a large picnic basket from farther inside the compartment and starts putting the items he picked out into it. He then turns off the light inside the van and walks back to the fire with their dinner in the basket.

      Ollie's eyes follow the bulbous head of Clyde's limp, thigh-slapping, horse-dick, looking hypnotized by it as the beautiful, massive, slightly muscle-gutted stallion walks towards him; his heart flutters as the black equine's fur shimmers in the light of the moon and fire.

      The stallion places the basket between the two large chairs, chuckling again when he sees how small the otter looks on a camp chair meant for an eight-foot-tall horse. "I didn't think I'd be wining and dining a critter half my size out here, or I would have had a chair that fit you a bit better," he says with a grin as Ollie snaps out of the spell he seemed to be under.

      "You're the one who brought us to a nice, secluded spot and bought a picnic basket for our meal... I'm not worried about the chair size, big guy... Hell, I'm used to sitting on furniture made for bigger species... I like the extra room!" Ollie says playfully, raising his chin high and stretching out his long torso so his head doesn't dangle too low beneath the arm of the seat, doing his best to look taller. "How about you relax and let me take care of everything tonight, stud," he says with a little wink.

      A faint blush spreads under the black fur of Clyde's cheeks and heats up his ears as he smiles, nodding, "Well, if you insist, Mr. Ollie. I'll admit that it feels good to have someone look out for me sometimes... I'm sure you'll find something in there that'll work for you; I have a few tuna sandwiches, cheese, and other snacks a carnivore such as yourself would like... Mmm," he says with a happy sigh, readjusting his massive balls so he's not sitting on them. He spreads his legs and leans back, enjoying the warmth and bright glow of the fire and the crisp, nighttime air on his naked body.

      The otter hops down from his perch on the oversized chair and starts rummaging through the big picnic basket. A quick peek reveals a lot of different kinds of food: turkey slices, chips and pretzels, trail mix, nuts, carrots, celery stalks, apples, oranges, bananas, a bunch of sugar cubes, and even a bottle of chocolate milk, which makes Ollie chuckle. "I see someone's got a sweet tooth or two!" he says as he grabs the two tuna sandwiches Clyde mentioned earlier and sets them over on his seat with a few pieces of cheese. He then goes back in and grabs two apples and a banana, holding them up like a fruity penis and balls for the stallion. "Here are your oh-so-sensual fruits!" he exclaims with a soft, seductive growl as he kisses and licks the tip of the banana.

      Clyde blinks twice as he takes in the sight of the fruit presented in this manner, then smirks. "Very funny," he says dryly with a soft chuckle, taking the fruits and setting them between his legs before he reaches into the basket to retrieve a small glass and give it to the otter.

      Ollie looks at the glass and asks, "What's this for?"

      "Whiskey or Water," Clyde answers with a grin as he takes a huge bite out of the first apple, letting out a soft, pleasured grunt as he chews it.

      Ollie chuckles and rummages around in the basket again before finding the horse-sized bottle of whiskey, murring softly, "Mmmm... Oooh... Honey whiskey! And it's the good stuff!" He has to use both paws to lift up the large bottle as he hands the container to Clyde, who grabs it with one hand and pours some into his own larger glass before handing the bottle back to the otter. Ollie grunts as he awkwardly tilts the bottle toward his glass and pours himself a rather decent amount as well. After replacing the cap and crawling back onto the oversized chair, he turns to the stallion and smiles.

      Both males, with drinks in hand, raise their glasses, say "Cheers!" in unison, clink them gently together, and down the contents. After drinking, their eyes widen and their mouths hang open for a brief moment as they both exhale a contented sigh.

      Ollie licks his lips. "Damn! That tastes great!" he exclaims.

      Clyde concurs, "Yessir, honey whiskey is best drunk neat, straight up, without ice, because mixing it with anything else ruins it," he says matter-of-factly with a wide smile.

      Both sip their whiskeys and watch the fire burn merrily as they enjoy each other's company. They both chow down on their respective foods. The otter happily enjoying the tuna sandwiches, and Clyde eating carrots, apples, and the occasional celery stick, also sneaking in a few sugar cubes here and there as the two continued to chat with each other about similar interests, likes, and dislikes.

      The river otter chuckles as he finishes off his last sandwich and sips a bit more whiskey. "Mmmph... This whole thing... Meeting you... Discovering that we have a lot in common... It feels like a dream... You know what I mean? And I'm afraid I'll wake up, likely with a painful erection and a wet bed, and be alone again in my shitty little apartment in the city. I don't want to wake up from this... I want to know you more... I want to make love to you and do countless kinky things with you... And just keep this all going..." he says softly, staring into the fire.

      After finishing off his drink and a few more apples while listening, Clyde sets his glass down and looks at the suddenly sullen otter, wanting to squish the little furball in a big ol' hug... He reaches over with his big, strong hand and squeezes the otter's shoulder reassuringly... Pausing for a moment before he asks, "So... Are we ready to go yet? My cockhole needs attention, and the heat of the fire is really getting things flowing down there," he says bluntly to the otter with a big grin plastered across his lips, hoping to reactivate the little guy, so to speak.

      Ollie chirps softly and shakes the downer thoughts from his head before smiling up at the big, handsome horse and nodding eagerly, wanting to get his mouth around Clyde's massive dick and taste that hot cock once again. "Mmmph... Well, I did say I'd take care of ya!" he says happily. It was rare to find another male into urethral play, let alone outright ask for it. So Clyde has a special place in Ollie's heart for that, among many other things, being bold enough to ask for what he wants and being willing to try sexual things the average, boring, vanilla-loving male would find strange. And since this particular otter loved sucking on massive cocks, he had no problems with it!

      The river otter hops down from his seat and appears between the stallion's big, muscular legs, almost in an instant. He reaches forward, grabs both of Clyde's inner thighs, and spreads the stallion's legs apart a bit more with his paws to gain easier access to Clyde's massive leathery balls and large fleshy, black cock. He then leans closer to the stallion's hardening rod, now hanging over the edge of the seat, happily licking up the precum drooling from Clyde's dick slit, tasting the salty sweetness of the horse's delicious pre. He moves forward a bit, letting his muzzle brush against Clyde's balls, as the horse's cock thickens up and starts to pulse over Ollie's shoulder. He kneads those big leathery nuts with his webbed fingers, feeling the hard orbs resting within, then backs up to the broad head of Clyde's now-erect cock, where he scoops up some of the equine's abundant precum from the crown of the stallion's urethral opening with a finger. He lets his finger get good and slick before he slowly starts pressing it against the urethral crown of that beautiful, throbbing, drippy horse cock. A slick, wet squelching sound is heard as he gets his finger inside the stallion's urethra. Murring softly as he swirls his digit around inside the entrance until Clyde begins to moan and roll his hips slightly in excitement. He is obviously loving the feel of Ollie's finger exploring his accommodating urethral opening as the otter gives that slick, hot hole a good few thrusts with his finger. Ollie backs away as soon as he feels Clyde becoming excited, looking up at the stallion as that three-foot-long horse cock quickly stands at attention. "Ready when you are, stud," Ollie says with a broad grin.

      "Oh god yes!" Clyde replies quickly, already feeling the heat rush to his groin as his powerful heart starts beating faster. "Get that handsome little face buried in my cock, Otter!" He moans demandingly before he lets out a loud whinny of pleasure, placing his left hand on the base of his throbbing horsecock and pushing down to keep it pointed at the otter's face.

      Ollie pulls his finger free of the stallion's urethra with a wet squishing noise to move forward and wrap his lips around the thick vein along the bottom half of Clyde's enormous cock, licking and kissing his way up to the stallion's medial ring, sucking on it gently while letting loose with a throaty slurp that causes Clyde to neigh in delight, sliding up closer and closer to the equine's glans, making sure to coat every inch of that bulbous cockhead with saliva so that nothing gets stuck between Clyde's glans and raised dickhole. He then repositions himself to stand with the imposing three-foot-long horse phallus pointing right at his face. Looking cross-eyed at the massive member, he then grips the sides of that glorious cock just under the flared head and leans forward, sticking out his pink tongue and pushing it into Clyde's leaking cum-hole!

      The stallion has to grip the armrests tightly at the intrusion from the otter's skilled tongue into one of his most sensitive areas, snorting and neighing in pleasure as he leans back in the chair and keeps his legs spread wide for the cock-hungry otter.

      The taste of Clyde's precum floods Ollie's palate as he sucks harder, knowing how sensitive Clyde's urethra is and how much Clyde likes to get fucked, sucked, licked, and fingered in the cockhole by the otter... It was such a hot and distinct kink that few people indulged in it. Ollie slowly pushes deeper into the velvety smooth passage that leads into Clyde's innermost depths with his long, skilled tongue... Eventually wrapping his lips around the crown of Clyde's urethral meatus, he is able to shove his tongue in a good six inches as he takes the stallion's girthy shaft in both paws and starts jerking the much larger male off while kissing and tongue-fucking Clyde's urethra.

      As Ollie continues to give Clyde's cock a deep French kiss and a good rough tongue fucking, Clyde starts pushing his hips toward Ollie, wanting the younger otter to go harder, but then holds back and knows better than to rush this process. He grunts softly as Ollie keeps stroking his cock, sliding his wet, slick otter tongue in and out of the stallion's swollen, pulsing member and the hot, rippling depths of his urethra. The wet sound of the otter french kissing his cockhole makes the horse's dick throb and twitch even more, filling Ollie's nostrils with the scent of sweat, musk, and male arousal. Clyde lets out a loud neigh, and his voice cracks slightly as he says, "Oh, fuck me! I'm already close!"

      Ollie pulls his head away from Clyde's pulsing cock for a moment, letting his tongue slowly slide out, licking his lips, and giving him the chance to catch his breath and take in a lungful of the fresh night air. A glob of precum spurts out of Clyde's gaping urethral crown, splashing directly onto Ollie's nose right as he inhales deeply, causing the otter to snort some of it up into his sinuses, making him sputter and cough a few times. Ollie smiles wide, savoring how delicious it smells and tastes, when suddenly, Clyde thrusts forward sharply, impaling himself in Ollie's open mouth and shoving his flared cockhead into the otter's muzzle. Ollie gasps as he feels the bumpy-edged texture of the stallion's flaring cockhead enter his mouth, spreading his jaws open wide enough to the point he nearly had to unhinge them. Yet he doesn't let go of his grip on Clyde's shaft, skillfully stroking the equine's rigid, pulsating cockflesh as he starts slurping on the massive member lodged in his mouth like the pro he is.

      Clyde huffs, panting heavily, trying to calm his racing heartbeat as the little otter goes to town on his massive horsey meatpole.

      The handsome black stallion taking control of the situation gives Ollie goosebumps throughout his body and sends a thrill through his groin, causing his muscles to tense up and ripple beneath his skin as his seven-inch ottercock throbs and spurts out little globs of precum from the excitement.

      Clyde moves his hips back and forth, rubbing his cockhead across the roof of Ollie's mouth as the otter frantically tongues the equine's urethra whenever he can, otherwise thrashing his thin, pink tongue all over the blunt head of that massive horsecock. Clyde can tell that Ollie is struggling to accommodate his length and girth, but that only excites him even further. With a bit of effort, Clyde leans forward in his chair, placing his big right hand on the back of the otter's head, and with no warning, he suddenly bucks his hips forward hard and fast! Ramming a good portion of his cock down Ollie's throat and deep into the otter's gullet, stretching the poor otter's esophagus wide, making the small male gag and gasp for air as his throat bulges out with the sudden amount of stallion cock he was just force fed.

      That brief pain quickly turns to ecstasy when Ollie catches his breath again after repositioning a bit and swallowing several times, getting a few good gulps of the horse's ample precum in the process and tugging down even more of the stallion's length into his visibly bulging throat... Milking that beautiful horse cock with his skilled paws, mouth, and now throat and esophagus.

      Clyde whinnies, snorts, and grunts as his massive balls start to draw up tightly against his body. The heat in his loins is increasing with each passing moment as he teeters on the edge of releasing a massive load while gullet-fucking the little otter impaled on his rigid, pulsing member.

      The sensation of having Clyde's huge horse cock stuffed deep in his throat makes Ollie lightheaded and dizzy. He could feel his pulse pounding rapidly in his ears—or maybe it was Clyde's pulse? Either way, he didn't care and loved it no matter what! He could feel the heat in his belly growing as the stallion's ample precum was being directly deposited into him, and a thought hit him... This is what he lives for—to have a big, sexy, dominating, masculine male fuck his face without mercy until he can hardly breathe anymore! And now, Clyde was doing exactly that! He couldn't believe how hot this all was!

      "Oh... Oh shit! Fuck... Oh! Oh, Ollie! Uuuungh!" Clyde yells out as he grips the back of Ollie's head tighter, deciding he was going to have the otter take his entire load as he feels the first massive wave of his release traveling from his groin and up his urethra, slightly bulging out the bottom of his cock as the thick, hot, seed travels towards its only possible destination.

      As soon as Ollie felt the first insanely huge blast of hot semen shoot straight down his throat, he sucked even harder on Clyde's cock, swallowing purposefully around the flared cockhead in his throat, drawing more and more fluid out of the equine. Soon, Clyde begins pumping his ejaculate directly into Ollie's stomach, shooting shot after glorious shot of salty seed straight down the young otter's gulping esophagus. Ollie's eyes start watering wildly, tears streaming freely down his cheeks as he struggles to swallow the horse's sperm, trying desperately not to choke on it. while at the same time wanting to get as much as he could, gripping the powerfully twitching horsecock with his paws and holding on for dear life as he would occasionally get lifted off the ground with each powerful spasm of Clydes orgasm. 

      But Clyde isn't done yet…

      Another surge shoots from his cock, sending another torrent of creamy sperm straight down Ollie's gullet, then another! Again and again! The abundant seed bloating out and distending Ollie's belly as the horse cums like a fire hose inside the hungry maw of that cock-slurping otter.

      It's too much for Ollie, who loses consciousness momentarily before coming to once more, still choking on Clyde's spasming cock and being forced to drink down the massive male's hot seed as wave after wave pumps into his little wriggling body! His stomach is so bloated now, that he looks damn near like he is pregnant as his guts are stretched and filled to the point where they start backing up as Cyde's cum finds any void it can fill! Even a little was leaking from his asshole and dribbling down his legs as he tensed up trying to keep it all in! Ollie wriggles and writhes on the massive twitching dick still lodged in his gullet, paws gripped firmly around that powerfully twitching shaft, holding on for dear life, while the hot jizz starts going back up his throat, causing him to gag more, making "Gluck! Gak!" noises as it shoots out of his mouth around Clyde's cock, with some even squirting out his nose while he struggles for breath, getting filled to the brim with that potent, pearly-white horse cum.

      Clyde finally lets go of the otter's head and slumps back in his chair, ecstatically grunting and neighing with each wet spurt of his hot seed into the now cum-bloated river otter.

      When Ollie is finally free, he collapses backward onto his bare furry ass in the dirt, unable to take any more, groaning as the spooge rocketing horsecock slides out of his throat, leaving his body with a long, wet, 'schluurp' sound just as the final few blasts hit the otter squarely in the face and chest fur, leaving him gasping, gagging, and coughing up horse cum as he is covered by more of the same.

      Clyde moans out between heated, panting breaths in his seat by the fire as his flared cockhead springs free of the otter. He neighs in delight as the last few ropes of his abundant horse cum shoot wildly into the air in a stream, only to rain back down on him, the otter, and even the fire, causing the flames to die out moments later as his spent, hard member slaps wetly against his stomach and chest.

      When Clyde finally stops spewing his glorious cum load, Ollie groans as he furiously jerks his own cock, only needing a few more good strokes while he admires the magnificent beast that had just fucked him senseless with such vigor. The stallion's powerful legs flexed together, his tail lazily flicking behind him, his thick neck muscles rippling as he breathes in short, shallow breaths, catching his own wind. His cock, still hard and swollen, twitched and slapped against his black, furry chest, oozing leftover cum and precum down the smooth surface of its flared glans. The smell of Clyde's musky male essence and the otter's arousal fills both their noses, mingled with the faint odor of smoke and ash left behind from their now smoldering fire.

      Ollie licks his chops and opens his mouth, letting some of the sticky residue dribble between his teeth. Then he pauses jerking off to look up at Clyde and say, "You taste so damn good." He then looks behind himself and laughs, "Did you just cum-out the fire? I got to say, that is definitely a first! Mmmph..."

      Clyde chuckles along with Ollie as he groans softly, "Mmmph... I guess I should have been a fireman instead of a truck driver," he says as he idly rubs his big, aching balls.

      The two men laugh together for a moment, smiling broadly at each other as they look into one another's eyes. Both of them are drenched in sweat and dripping wet with horse semen for the umpteenth time this day. But neither seems bothered by the mess they've made. In fact, as far as Ollie is concerned, they're lucky enough to make love in the midst of nature itself, where no one will ever know...

      And even if they did, he hopes they enjoy the show.

      Ollie stands back up to go between the horse's legs and idly kiss and nuzzle those hefty, leathery balls while pumping his pre-dripping otter cock with his webbed handpaw.

      All these feelings and thoughts go through Ollie's mind within seconds. Just a flash of inspiration, and suddenly everything changes forever. For the first time since he met the horse, Ollie finds himself wondering why he didn't do something sooner in his life, reluctantly admitting to himself that he might actually enjoy sharing his life with someone else rather than living alone or being with a random stranger every other night. The thought scares him because he doesn't want anything interfering with his freedom and independence. Yet here he stands, jerking off while nuzzling the balls of a giant horse, naked, completely exposed, totally vulnerable, and not wanting to leave the other male's side in the slightest... Dreading the very thought of saying goodbye. There is a sense of peace and calmness that Ollie never knew existed, and he wonders if Clyde knows the exact feeling. After all, most people don't find themselves lost in paradise with a big, hunky stallion, let alone starting to fall in love with said stallion... But he wouldn't admit it this soon; he'd only known the guy for a bit over a day and a half.

      Clyde smiles at the cum-bloated masturbating otter and leans forward, picking the small horny male up by the hips with both of his strong hands, causing Ollie to squeak as he is lifted off the ground mid-masturbation. "Here, let me take care of that for you," the stallion says as he brings Ollie's crotch to his mouth and abruptly takes the ENTIRETY of Ollie's groin into his hot, silky maw! Hungrily sucking and wetly slurping on the otter's cock, sheath, and furry nuts all at the same time!

     Ollie gasps and moans out loudly in pleasure at the sudden wet slathering his entire package is getting all at once, his body almost going completely limp from the sudden sensory rush. "Oh fuuuuuuck!" he groans out while he braces himself with his webbed handpaws against the stallion's nose bridge as Clyde's broad, hot, and strong tongue begins to work its way up and down his length, sliding along that delicious-tasting otter cockflesh before cradling and rolling Ollie's furry nuts in his mouth.

      "Ahhhhhh! Holy crap, Clyde! That fe... fee... Ugh... Feels amazing! I'm gonna... Oh! Oh! Oh!" Ollie screams out as he feels his balls start to tighten and his dick harden even more inside Clyde's warm, wet, sucking mouth. His legs twitch and his toes curl as he feels his pent-up orgasm quickly building inside his groin.

      "Mmmf... Gif it toof me," the stallion says out the side of his mouth as he continues to suckle and slurp on the otter's dick, sheath, and balls, sealing his lips around the top of the otter's sheath and underside of those wet, furry testicles... making sure to suck on and slather on every square inch of the otter's manliness with his slick, hot saliva. He then gets even more serious about working the otter's tool, folding his tongue into a U-shape and wrapping it around Ollie's pre-gushing pink cock like it's the hotdog meat in a horse tongue bun, and starts milking that throbbing dick like his life depends on it! Pressing the otter's dick against the roof of his mouth as his tongue pumps up and down the otter's length.

      Ollie whimpers as he feels his cum starting to leak out prematurely while on the verge of his full release. "I... ah... ah... I'm CUUUMMMING!" he yells out as his eyes roll back in his head, feeling his body tense up and his cock suddenly swell before he lets out a long, loud groan and starts cumming hard inside Clyde's hot, sucking mouth.

      Clyde moans out around the otter's cock, "Yef, you are! Mmmph!" he says out the side of his mouth again as the otter's thick, creamy load sprays all over his tongue and the roof of his mouth. The stallion happily swallows and keeps milking that thick, salty, sticky otter seed out of the little male, not letting up for a moment! Moaning and groaning as he wetly slurps it all down, loving the flavor of it on his tongue and the feeling of it sliding down his throat. Tickling the otter's sheath and balls each time his tongue would slide down Ollie's spasming shaft.

      Ollie's tongue hangs out from his gasping open muzzle, drooling slightly as his dangling legs twitch with each pulsating shot of cum that blasts out of his penis and into the eagerly sucking stallion's mouth. "Nngahhh... Mmmph... Nnnnng," the otter grunts and pants with each blast for a few more seconds until finally, after nearly a minute of intense orgasm, he goes limp, weak, and drained from the surprising full-crotch blowjob he just got out of the blue before he collapses against the top of the stallion's head as the last vestiges of his crazy climax dribble onto Clyde's hot, slurping tongue.

      Clyde continues to suckle on the otter's softening dick and wet balls, slowly milking out the last few drops of the otter's seed, which tastes just salty and thick as it did when he first tasted it earlier. "Mmmm... Ohh... That was nice," he says between licks of the otter's softening cock.

      "Mmmph..." Ollie moans softly, breathing heavily as he rubs his nose against one of the horse's ears. "That... That was amazing. I've never felt anything like that before!" he whispers happily as he then nuzzles the equine's forehead, idly placing little kisses and licks there as he recovers from his powerful orgasm.

      The stallion smiles as he lets the otter's limp, wet, cock, and saliva-drenched furry sheath and balls out of his lightly sucking mouth with a wet 'pwop' sound. "Yeah, that was pretty fun," he says, licking his lips as he gives the bloated otter a little hug before gently placing Ollie back on the other chair next to him.

      They sit quietly beside each other, enjoying the silence of the woods and basking in their mutual afterglows and affection for one another. A chilled breeze blows gently across the campsite, carrying with it the scent of pine trees, damp earth, and fresh grass. It brings Ollie back to reality as he realizes that they need to get inside soon before it's too cold out. Ollie looks up at the stallion and chuckles, "Time for another quick bath before it gets too chilly out here, I think!"

      As Ollie stands up on the camp chair, rubbing his bloated belly, Clyde nods, getting out of his chair as well. "Good idea," the horse says as he reaches forward and grabs the otter's handpaw, pulling the smaller male out of the other seat and placing him alongside the horse's flank. Together, the two men walk toward the river bank.

      Ollie then meeps and flushes under his fur a bit, letting go of the stallion's meaty hand and churring as he rubs his bloated, cum-filled belly. "Ahhh... I need to go relieve some of this pressure, if you know what I mean. You go ahead, I'll be right back!" he says before awkwardly waddling off with his paws on his distended belly, off to the brush line in the darkness at the edge of the forest. 

      As soon as Ollie steps away from Clyde, the horse turns to watch him disappear into the shadows. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself when he sees the way the cum-filled otter was walking. He then turns to the water and wades into the tepid river, feeling the heat from the hot springs further upstream more now that the cold night air has settled in the forest and caused the river's heat to create an eerie ground-level fog; it was quite pleasant. The sounds of flowing water, crickets, and nightbirdsong fill the quiet evening air, but it was hard to hear any of that because of Ollie's heavy panting and grunting off in the darkness. This causes Clyde to start laughing with a deep whinny when he hears the otter moaning out. 

      "OH MY GOD! THERE'S SO MUCH CUM!!!!" exclaimed the otter's voice from out of the shadows, causing a few birds to fly away from the trees he was near. 

      The stallion keeps laughing as he starts trying to wash himself in the pleasantly warm water, waiting for the soon-to-be slimmer otter's return.

      Ollie finally walks out from the darkness of the treeline back to the shoreline, much slimmer and no longer bloated with cum. He then scampers into the water on all fours toward the equine that was up to his neck in the river already, before sliding under the surface and swimming around his new lover in the moonlight a few times, popping up to where the stallion's head was above the water and giving Clyde's nose a few playful kisses. He then darts away, splashing Clyde's muzzle slightly. Little trails of leftover semen swirl in the warm water as it washes off the smaller male's body.

      With a big smile, Clyde tries to splash the otter back, but Ollie giggles before he dives below again and swims slowly around the stallion until he reaches the bottom of the shallow river. He then swims up between the stallion's legs and those buoyant, leathery balls to give them a playful squeeze in the darkness of the water, causing the stallion to groan softly at the otter's playfulness. Ollie pops back to the top of the water in directly in front of the horse's face, "Okay! Now I'm clean!" he says happily.

      Clyde grins at the fuzzy, rudder-butted water-darter, before giving the smaller male a quick kiss on the nose. "Did you enjoy your relief in the darkness a few minutes ago?" he asks with chuckle.

      "It was certainly an interesting sensation, to say the least," Ollie laughs. "I can't say I've ever felt that full in my entire life... Even more than last time... Maybe I shouldn't have clenched my butt so hard to keep it all in... Felt like a waste to... err... expel... all your hot seed in the dirt like that... So, I'll just have to get some more from you later!" he says slyly.

      A huge grin spreads across Clyde's muzzle, "Well, I'm glad I could give you such a unique experience then," he says in a low and husky voice, filled with desire and lust for his younger friend. Then he adds with a smirk, "I hope we get to try it many more times in the not-too-distant future! And... I gotta say, the bloated cum waddle was definitely adorable..."

      The otter flushes under his fur, nodding silently as the horse continues speaking. His mind wanders as he thinks about how odd this whole thing is—a four-foot-tall otter falling for a giant black stallion over two times his size in such a short while. As strange as it seems, Clyde makes him feel alive and free, just like Ollie had wanted to make himself once upon a time... He felt he would gladly give up all the random hook-ups and casual non-committal sex in the world to be with this perfect stallion, and he had never felt like this before with anyone else... 

      It was intoxicating... 

      It made his heart flutter... 

      It made his whole body tingle... 

      And little did Ollie know, the stallion was having many of the same feelings for the brown river otter.

      It was as if the stars themselves aligned to bring these two together.

      The cold night breeze is getting colder, making the trees sway and branches creak as the bright full moon rises high in the sky above, casting an eerie pale light on the foggy forest floor. There are faint sounds coming through from beyond the dark thicket bordering their campsite: something rustling among dead leaves and twigs near the stream, perhaps lizards drinking water or birds searching for insects along the banks. Both hear these noises, but neither pays attention to anything outside of the other anymore. Their eyes have turned inward to share a special intimacy beneath the stars... It really did seem magical.

      Suddenly, Clyde breaks the spell they were sharing with a loud horse snortle that echoes throughout the quiet forest. The otter blinks, momentarily startled by his lover's sudden outburst. The horse smiles sheepishly and shakes his head, "Sorry," he whispers, "Just got excited thinking about sleeping together tonight... That, and it's getting damn cold out! We should get back to the van and button up for the night. I got some towels in the back. We just need to get there quick enough before the cold turns our balls into ice cubes," he says with a soft laugh.

      The stallion leans forward to bring his lips mere inches from Ollie's ear, exhaling a soft, hot breath before whispering, "First one there gets to fuck the other one silly!" he says, knowing full well the otter would be to the van before the horse even made it out of the water. A wicked grin crosses Clyde's lips, and he lets go of Ollie's webbed paw.

      "Oh! You're on! ACK!" the otter starts to say as the stallion then pushes gently downward on the otter's shoulder to send him floating backward and under the warm night waters, all in an attempt to look like he was taking the challenge seriously as he starts swimming for the shore toward the van.

      In a flash, Ollie is gone underwater, disappearing completely from sight, circling around and darting by the stallion, his short webbed limbs and long torso making him a rocket in the water. He creates ripples as he moves and sends a few splashes back at Clyde's face as the smaller male bolts for the shoreline like an otter-shaped fur-torpedo.

      Clyde watches as the otter then pops out of the water, arcing through the air and up onto the shore, where he lands on all fours in  full, almost sideways run to the van, just as Clyde is getting enough footing on the bottom of the river to haul his massive frame out of the water and lumber out.

      Ollie skitters by the fire pit and chairs before easily making it to the van first. His heart races as he scampers to the back, jumping onto the bumper, and opening up the large rear doors to then grab the towels in the storage compartment under the stallion-sized bed. "I WIN!" he chirps out happily while he starts to dry off and fluff himself up with one of the towels, turning on the compartment light to get a good look at all the fun sex toys and bondage gear in there, murring in absolute delight. "I don't think we will be getting much sleep tonight," he says to himself as his cock starts poking out of his sheath again just as Clyde arrives, dripping wet with the camp lantern. 

      The stallion is chuckling as he sees the excited otter. "Well... It looks like you won, buddy!" he says as he turns on the rest of the interior lights with a button in the back and puts the lantern away. He then grabs a towel to start drying off. The chill in the air makes his balls clench tightly to his groin as he hurries and dries off with the otter. Once both are dried and ready for warmth inside, Clyde lowers the large bed back down and motions for the otter to head in. "After you, you little stud muffin winner," he says playfully bowing his head slightly.

      With that, Ollie springs up into the van and slides underneath the silk sheets and leather comforter of the huge mattress, while Clyde chuckles and shuts the doors to go grab something else outside. Ollie stretches out comfortably, smiling as he feels the cool silk sheets slide over his webbed toes and naked body, murring as he inhales the masculine aroma of sweet stallion musk, leftover ejaculate, and leather in the interior of the van, making his dick twitch in anticipation. He scoots out from under the covers and quickly tucks them back into the bed before he hops back onto the leather comforter. While sitting there and glancing around the red leather interior for a moment, he gets the sudden inspiration to strike a sexy pose he's seen in movies: lying on his side with his head propped up by one paw while the other is at his side, and a single bent knee pointing up to show off his crotch for when the stallion returns. He murrs and chitters happily while all kinds of fun and kinky ideas dance through his mind for the night ahead, especially with the treasure trove of sex and fetish goodies just mere inches beneath him under the bed.

      "Oh Clyde, this will be a night we will never forget!" Ollie says in a scheming, seductive little whisper...

TO BE CONTINUED...