Glorious New Friends
By: Nathan Spade

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The bar was abuzz with indistinct chatter, a soft country song playing from the old jukebox near the back wall and a small twinge of cigar and cigarette smoke that hung in the air.  Nothing Nathan wasn't used to, however.  A couple of stools down the bar from him sat some rousing drunken dogs hooting and hollering.  Nathan shook his head and grinned at the happy folk who happily rose there drinks toward him.  Out of common courtesy, he followed suit with a smile and took a sip from his bottle before turning back to stare at the counter once again.  The raccoon sat on a stiff but comfortable bar stool, swaying his striped tail back and forth while nursing on an opened bottle of Mike's Hard Cranberry.  His second Mike's, to be exact, since he had came in not twenty minutes before.

Nathan was easy on the eyes, albeit a bit chubby around the belly.  One of the reasons why he wore mostly black shirts was because to hide his so-called “girth.”  Heads would turn when he walked by, but he was so obviously oblivious to their stares, unknowingly giving the gawkers the cold shoulder.  Confidence was so hard for him to grasp onto.  He always had a tough time with it.  Plus, he always had trouble making new friends mostly due to his shyness and having a severely sheltered childhood and a very awkward teenaged life.  His adult life wasn't any different, so he came to the conclusion that he'd go to bars once and a while to see if he could talk with others to break out of this social bubble he had developed over the years.  Now, here he was, sitting on a bar stool and sipping a Mike's.  No special reason for him being there, other than to be social, or at least to be as social as he could be.

As he idly watched the drunken goofs near the end of the bar pound back shot after shot after shot of some kind of pure alcohol and shout and laugh, he hadn't noticed that someone had set their self in the chair beside him . . . until their casual sigh startled him, that is.  Curious as to who it was, he turned his head to have a look-see.  The sigh in question belonged to a slender purple/pink fox who rested his muzzle in his left paw, looking away from Nathan only to scan the various bottles of booze sitting on the back shelf and casually brushed his long black hair aside to get a better view.  A portly boar bartender walked up to him and asked him what his pleasure was going to be.  The fox looked up and smiled at the pig before opening his mouth.

“Mike's Hard Pink Lemonade, please,” answered the fox.  The pig bartender nodded and walked off.  Nathan had a chance to look over this man who sat beside him.  Long black hair with purple tips hung just below his shoulders and skin tight clothes showed off just about every curve on his particularly petite vulpine frame which included a very curvacious rump, but what caught Nathan's eye was the bulge in the front of this fox's pants.

Catching himself ogling the bulge, Nathan diverted his gaze.  'Why did I stare?' he thought, 'but so much in such a tight package.  Especially that bulge.  I wonder how big he is?'  While the poor raccoon fumbled with his dirty thoughts of canine penis the oddly colored fox glanced over at him and smirked, sizing him up as well.

“Hi,” he said in a flirtatious tone that was meant to garner the raccoon's attention.

“H-hi.”  Nathan stumbled over his own tongue and tried his best to look into the fox's eyes only to be met with seductive, soft lavender eyes and a coy grin to match.  His cheeks burned from the gaze of this fox and focused his eyes on something else which just so happened to be his drink.  The lavender fox only grinned wider while turning on his stool to sit in a more relaxed pose and give his full attention to his nervous new acquaintance.

“My name's Zack,” he said, extending his left paw.  Nathan's attention was pulled from the partially full Mike's in front of him and to the lavender fox once again, glancing down at the paw offered to him.

“Um, Nathan,” he said, taking Zack's paw into his, “my name's Nathan.”  His breath caught suddenly when he felt Zack's middle claw playfully graze his palm.  This fox was on the prowl.

'My, he sure is a shy one,' Zack thought when he released his grip to free his captive, 'but also very cute.'  “So,” the fox began casually, “what're you doing here, handsome?”  He emphasized on that word.

Nathan perked up from the comment.  Now “handsome” was a word he'd heard directed towards him from time to time from other people and it had no effect really, but for some reason the way it fell from Zack's maw made his chest flutter.

“Um, I'm here to, uh . . . be social,” he replied sheepishly.  “You?”  Dirty thoughts began to swell in his mind again as he found himself thinking about the fox's booty.  'I wonder if he's tight enough to cut off the circulation in my pinkie?'  Nathan's imagination made his cheeks flush again.  He focused on his drink once more to get his mind off that luscious lavender ass.  Nathan was no dummy, because he knew full well that this fox was being flirty with him.  Of course he had no problem with it, but usually what happened was that's all it was; playful flirtation.  He wanted a friend, so maybe this very friendly could be a possible friend . . . or possibly something more than that?

“Same here,” Zack answered.  His eyes went along the features of Nathan's face and muzzle, noticing how young this man looked.  'Young looking, I wonder how old he is?'  But before he could ask, however, a soft clack resounded against the bar that surprised both men as the pleased pig behind the bar placed a Mike's Hard Pink Lemonade onto a coaster in front of Zack and snapped off the cap before sauntering off to take care of those raucous fellows down the bar.  Cold puffs curled from the bottle opening as he brought the tip to his pursed lips and blew away the cool fog before taking a sip of the cold, pink fluid.  He shuddered slightly as if he'd never had a drink before, which was a lie.

Nathan followed suit and took a sip from his drink, clucking his tongue from the bitter bite of the spiked cranberry drink and sat the glass back onto his coaster, leaving sweat on the bottle's neck to trickle along the paw marks he'd left behind.  A strange curiosity came over him suddenly and glanced over at Zack.

The oddly colored fox somewhat teasingly licked the lip of his bottle in a lewd manner.  Instant boner.  All Nathan could do was secretly push his paw sharply against his swelling sheath to quell the sexual energy that now started to stir.  He hoped that Zack hadn't noticed what he was doing.  This fox was very clever, though.

Zack knew what was going on but wanted to see proof.  He glanced from the corner of his eye while taking another sip from his drink and watched as his drinking buddy was clumsily “adjusting” the front of his jeans and grinned while setting his drink on the coaster provided for him.  'I knew it,' he thought while smiling.  After a while of getting an eyeful of the clumsy raccoon fumbling with his manhood, however, he turned his gaze away to make it look like he wasn't watching.  Nathan soon finished fixing his arousal, fixed his hair nervously and cleared his throat to divert attention from his lap.

“How old are you?” Zack asked as soon as Nathan was comfortable, or as comfortable as he could get.

“Twenty-five years old,” he replied while raking his fingers through his slicked back hair.

“Twenty-five?” asked Zack in surprise, “you look like a teenager.”

“I get that a lot,” Nathan said sheepishly between sips, “I still get carded.”

“Well, damn, that's kind of a good thing, huh?,” said the fox.

“What is?” Nathan asked.

“That you're so young looking,” continued Zack, “not a lot of people have that going for them.”

“Well, you look pretty young yourself, how old are you?” Nathan asked.

“I'm twenty-three, sugar,” he replied.

“Nice, I like them young-” Nathan caught himself and blushed hard.  Zack only smirked.

The fox had an agenda when he came into the bar: to search and pounce.  He hadn't had a good boning in such a long time that his clock was ticking and he needed it bad.  His target: a shy guy, and Nathan was it.  But sex wasn't the only thing on his mind.  He also wanted to make friends with the guy he'd lay.  Nothing wrong with friends with benefits, is there?  So he continued to talk with this cute and nervous raccoon.

“So, hon, what do you do?” inquired Zack, running his claw along the rim of his Mike's.

“What do you mean?” Nathan replied.

“Job, silly,” the fox said chuckling.  “What's your job?”

“Oh,” answered Nathan while he ran his fingers through his hair to keep it in check, “um, amateur writer, mostly short horror and erotic stories.”

“Erotic, huh?” said Zack while twirling a purple tipped lock, “that's interesting.  Pray tell, what sort of erotic stories?”

“Well,” he began excitedly, “mostly homoerotic and pornographic stories.”  Nathan had no problem talking about the types of stories he'd write.  In fact, he enjoyed telling others about his works.  It was something he aspired to.  “But I mostly enjoy doing horror stories about ghoulies and ghosties haunting people and scaring the living shit out of them,” he finished while raking his claws and making an evil face.  The gesture elicited a flirty giggle from the fox.  Nathan composed himself and cleared his throat again.  “So, um, Zack, what do you do for a living?” he asked, taking a good and long swig from his bottle.

The fox leaned on his right elbow and pushed his purple tipped bangs aside.  “Freelance sensual massage,” he replied.  Nathan choked on that long swig.  'That got him,' he thought with a smirk.

“Um, what'd you say?” the rattled raccoon sputtered while wiping his muzzle.  Zack's grin only got wider.

“Freelance sensual massage,” he repeated and leaned forward, “you know, sexual healing?  And it looks like you need a little stress relief.”  Zack smirked behind his half-lidded eyes.  Nathan smiled sheepishly . . . then flinched when he felt something slide along his inner thigh.  He looked down to see the fox's black paw stroking along his pant-leg.  This wasn't the kind of attention he normally received, especially in public.  Again his loins fluttered, pitching a tent in his jeans.  He just had to get out of this to clear his flustered mind.  An idea popped into his head and he rose from his seat, surprising the lavender fox in the process.

“Would you excuse me,” Nathan said, “I need to use the restroom.”  In a hurried gait, he walked briskly to the sancuary in question.  Zack nodded, still grinning while he watched the raccoon power-walk towards the mens room.

“He's so cute,” he said under his breath as Nathan disappeared behind the door.  A devilish idea crossed the lavender fox's mind and he got up as well, swaying his hips as he made his way towards the bathroom as well.  The last thing to slip through that closing door was a frisky lavender tail.

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Nathan found himself in a stall with his jeans at his ankles and a throbbing erection standing proudly between his legs.  Multiple thoughts crossed his mind: a fox hard on, a tight pink tailhole, his cock deep in Zack's maw, his cock balls deep in lavender ass, but 'DO IT!' was the most dominant thought.  It ached and twitched, wanting release, but Nathan was afraid to do it.  Public masturbation was a very embarrassing act, not to mention rude, but he needed it more than ever now.  That damned sexy fox never left his mind as he wrapped his paw around his heated seven inch cock and gave it a good squeeze.  Glistening pre slipped from the cumslit and drooled onto his paw.  His cheeks burned more while he began to slowly jerk his length, biting his free paw to stifle his moans.  A small clatter in the stall next to him made him pause and whimper softly around the mound of flesh in his maw with the fear of getting caught crossing his hazy mind.  When it fell silent, he went back to quietly pleasuring himself.  Nathan never realized that there was a hole on the wall to his left.

Zack dropped his pants and sat on the cool toilet lid, but he wasn't there to do that kind of business.  No, something else was on his mind.  He peered through the hole in the wall and gasped as he got an eyeful.  There was the raccoon stroking his engorged cock.  “He's a big boy,” he said under his breath while drooling a little.  The fox had to pull his eyes from the cock and dig into his pants pocket, producing a condom.  He returned his gaze to the hole and licked his lips.  There was no way he would pass this opportunity up, and neither did he want Nathan to know it was him doing it.  Not wanting to startle the needy raccoon too much, he gently tapped the stall wall with his claw.

Nathan stopped pawing when he heard soft taps next to him and looked towards the the sound on the wall only to notice a pair of black fingers poking through a sizable hole, possibly to accommodate a fully engorged knot.  The fingers were holding a plastic wrapper with the word “Durex” printed on it.  His breath caught in his throat.  Someone saw him jerking and now they wanted his cock.  Nathan was taken aback by the whole idea of shoving his dick through the portal to some mysterious person, but his lustful mind and the thought of a blowjob from a complete stranger clouded over his mind.  He made his decision within a second.

The condom was snatched from Zack's fingers, causing a lustful murr to rumble in his throat as he drew his fingers back and peered through the glory hole once again.  He watched as Nathan flawlessly tore open the packaging.  'Guess he's done that before,' he thought as he murred once more, 'wonder what else he's done before?'

After freeing the condom from the package, Nathan slid the opening over the tip of his hard on and pinched the reservoir tip to expel the air from it and began to gently slide the entire thing down to his base.  Once the condom was securely in place, he undid his boots and slipped them off and stood up from the seat.  The glory hole was so inviting, but the mystery person in the next stall was even more enticing.  While stepping out of his jeans, he slid his proud coon cock through the hole for the other to do with it as they pleased.

Now with a full view, Zack awed the exotic cock.  He hadn't seen a raccoon member before, but he did like how it looked.  It looked kind of like a horse's, only not as humungous and plus it didn't have that ring of flesh near the middle of the shaft.  Just a long, smooth member with a rimmed head.  The frisky fox licked his lips hungrily and opened wide.

A needy gasp escaped Nathan's maw as he felt something warm and fleshy engulf his manhood.  He felt a little suction as the lips of this mysterious person pulled back to his tip and lower to his base again to stay there for a while, suckling hard.  The mouth soon pulled off and began licking the head of his cock while a paw stroked along his length.  The feeling made his ears splay back while he leaned against the stall wall giving his full erection to this mouth and paw.

Zack took the tip of the covered cock in his lips and suckled, rolling his tongue around the head with that expert muscle while giving the shaft a generous squeeze.  Soft moans huffed from beyond the wall.  'He's enjoying this,' he thought with a smirk and began to deep throat the member once again.  'But this is only just the beginning.'

Nathan's warm breath condensed on the wall as he reached his paws up to grasp the top of the wall for support.  Whoever this person was, they were an expert and the raccoon loved every second of it.  It was so good that he began to grind his lap against the wall, feeling the warm wet walls squeeze and suckle his cock while the tongue rubbed along the underside.

Zack felt the raccoon's cock swivel a little in his maw and grinned around the covered flesh.  He was enjoying this, and the lavender fox knew it.  He playfully nibbled the tip and gave it another generous squeeze, watching the pre build up in the reservoir.  A soft “mmm” hummed from the fox's lips, vibrating around the member.  'I think he's ready for round two,' he though as he released the cock.

Nathan blinked as his cock was left alone suddenly.  A soft pathetic whimper escaped his throat.  'They're done already?' he thought sadly.  His thoughts ceased though when he felt a tight ring of flesh press against the head of his cock.  Deeper and deeper his cock went.  Inch after inch of velvety folds squeezed along his length, swallowing his cock all the way down until he hilted into the hot cavern.  'Too tight to be a vagina,' he concluded and murred softly.  'Must be an ass.'

With his left footpaw set on top of the toilet lid and his right arm braced against the opposite wall, Zack watched Nathan's cock sink into his asshole  His ears splayed back from the discomfort while his anus squeezed harshly onto the cock.  He didn't like taking it dry, but since he didn't carry lubricant on him he thought a lubed condom was the next best thing.  Next time, though, he'd bring the lube.  After letting his hole relax a bit from the sizable intruder, he began to slowly ride the cock.

Nathan, groaning deeply, brought an arm down and braced it against the wall while the tight depths squeezed and massaged his aching cock.  He's never had anal sex before, though he wanted to.  Most of his one-night-stands only wanted pawjobs or blowjobs, so this was a definite change of pace, and a welcomed one at that.  Nathan was in anal heaven.

Zack's shapely lavender ass began to slap against the wall as he picked up the pace, ramming that rod into his depths now.  He wanted to jerk off, but refrained from doing so and arched his back to make sure that his lover's wrapped cock was pressing against his prostate.  A sharp groan of pleasure confirmed that the sizable length was doing just that.

Nathan felt a sudden shift and huffed in pleasure while his dick bent upward a bit.  Whoever it was in the next stall knew how to ride a cock.  He felt the person take the whole shaft inside their heated asshole and swivel their hips, causing him to pant hard and pound the wall with a clenched fist.  That was too much.  He couldn't take it anymore, so he pulled his cock back and rammed it into the tight fleshy hole.  A soft yelp came from behind the wall.  He murred possessively.  'All mine now,' he thought.

Zack was surprised by the sudden force up his bowels and murred more while his cock drooled onto the linoleum below.  'Oh, Nathan, you're loving this,' he thought and began to gyrate his hips more while the ravenous raccoon rammed into his ass.

Nathan could feel his orgasm nearing as he drove his protected cock deeper and deeper into the tight ass.  Getting into a better position, he started ramming in a more upwards motion, wanting to get deeper into the velvety flesh.  Moaning could be heard behind the wall now.  The moans of a male.  'I knew it, it's a guy' he thought and rammed harder into the guy's ass.

Zack could feel the growing pangs of orgasm as well as the cock drove deeper into his now loose ass, grinning while soft growls came from wall behind him.  'So close, huh?' he thought.  He pulled out all the stops and began slamming hard against the wall behind him, drilling the solid cock up his ass harder and harder.  The banging echoed off the walls of the entire restroom, but Zack could care less.

Nathan could only meet the banging of the butt with his own banging of his lap, ramming his aching dick into the hot depths of this man's ass.  His balls drew up against him.  He knew he was near, but he tamped it down to make sure his bathroom buddy got there first.

Zack felt Nathan's pace quicken and ground his hips back harshly.  He was so close to cumming that he could almost taste it.  'Just one more good ram,' he thought as he screwed his eyes shut and gritted his teeth.  As if the raccoon heard his thoughts, Zack felt a good hard push up his rectum.  He let out a loud barking yelp and shot hot vulpine seed, splattering the stall wall with a dull thud.

Nathan heard the bark and felt the harsh squeeze around his cock, sending him off the deep end.  One final ram and spurts of his hot raccoon spunk inflated the tip of the condom.  He huffed and moaned, staying inside the tight ass for a little bit longer.  After a moment, however, his cock began to soften, so he drew it from the loose tailhole.  He noticed how full the condom was and murred softly while removing the rubbery confines from his retreating dick.  With a loud flush, he sent the spent condom swirling down the drain of the toilet.  With a soft murr, he got on his knees and immediately pressed his maw to the glory hole to lick the used hole.

Zack yipped as he felt a warm and wet muscle lather against his asshole and murred, pressing back against the probing tongue.  The slick intruder slipped into him and licked around his inner walls.  A little afterglow cleaning was nice for the lavender fox while he idly stroked his spent half hard member. 'Mmmm, nice tongue,' he thought while the slimy thing writhed around inside his shapely booty.  Soon the tongue left his ass and he felt something cold press against it causing him to yip.  He relaxed a bit, knowing it was only Nathan's nose.  Problem was that he relaxed a little too much, because some air that got trapped from the anal sex spluttered out in a long fart.

Nathan inhaled deeply and murred from the expelled air, knowing full well that it had no smell to it.  Instead it was subtly sweet scented, like the scent of cum and musk.  He loved that smell.

Zack murred and blushed, noticing that Nathan never left his butt.  Knowing that the raccoon was still enjoying himself, Zack leaned forward once again to allow full access.  Soon he felt a loud growling gurgle from his bowels and blushed hard as more flatulence hissed from his asshole.

Nathan inhaled a more heady, earthy scent.  A real fart.  He felt his flaccid cock stirring once more.  Another more pungent burst filled his nose and lungs, making him wince and murr, his nose wrinkling back from the very raunchy smell.  His cock was fully hard again, so he reached down and began jerking hard.  Blast after pungent blast filled his nose, making him gag but he didn't care.  The only thing he wanted was his bathroom buddy to keep farting and to have one last squirt.

Zack just let the naughty raccoon have his way with his curvy butt.  'Ooh, I'm so gassy right now,' he thought while his ears laid back, 'must have been those Goddamn tacos.'  His belly growled harshly as a very powerful gust rumbled from his used tailhole, causing his toes to curl.  Sighs of relief escaped his lips.

Nathan only inhaled and gagged more, stroking his cock harder, hoping to cum before this booty was finished using his nose.  He moaned deeply and gritting his teeth.  He was so close.  A loud growling came from the mystery man's intestines and soon a very harsh force rushed through his nostrils and out his mouth.  Something so foul that his cock tensed up, shooting one last load that flew under the stall wall.

Zack moaned and murred, his bowels feeling less stressed while he looked down, only to see hot strands of spunk splatter onto floor from under the stall wall.  'No more tacos for me,' he groaned out and rubbed his belly.

After taking in one more nosefull, he gave the asshole one more agonizingly long slurp before peering through the hole to see who he had just fucked, and instead got an eyeful of ass and balls. Something else caught his eye, though.

On the right asscheek was a black pawprint tattoo that made him chuckle to himself.  'Cute tattoo,' he thought, 'wonder who he is?'  He stood up and shrugged his shoulders.  Another aching feeling came over his groin, but not the need to jerk.  Not only did the afterglow of sex come around, but so did the urgency to piss, and since his pants were already dropped he did what anyone would and faced the toilet.  With soft cock in paw, he aimed at the bowl and gave into the call of nature.

Zack heard the splashing sound echo from Nathan's stall while he pulled his tight pants up and murred.  'He's very kinky,'  he thought while zipping up, 'I like that.'  After getting his pants and shoes on, he quietly hurried out the door, wanting to get back to his bar stool before Nathan did.  Once seated, he murred and waited for the door to swing open.  That's when he noticed the pig behind the bar knowingly wink at him.  Zack only returned the wink with his own toothy coy grin.

Another flush rang out as Nathan shambled out of the stall, a big goofy grin on his muzzle.  He washed his paws and dried them, feeling a bit more confident now.  'Maybe I'll ask the sexy fox out for dinner tonight,” he thought as he pulled the bathroom door open.

“Have a good one?” Zack asked as if not knowing a thing.

“Oh yeah I did,” Nathan said with a smirk while taking his seat, feeling a bit more confident now.  “Hey, how about I take you out for a quick bite after this?”  Before even asking for another, the portly bartender sat another Mike's Hard Cranberry down on the coaster and snapped the cap off.

“Sure, hon, I'd love to,” Zack replied.

“Alrighty then,” said Nathan while he held up his bottle to the lavender fox, “to glorious new friends.”  Zack chuckled and clinked his bottle against Nathan's.

“To glorious new friends,” Zack repeated pleasantly and took a sip of his half finished drink.  After setting his drink down, though, he watched Nathan gulp away on his and smirked.  Of course Zack would tell him about the little interlude in the restroom, but he thought it was better to save that little explanation for another day.  Now was the time for a friendship to develop.