A Crowning Achievement
©2018 by: Daniel C. Aaron

	They were giving him an award. Achievements in the field of medical sciences. His temples pounded just thinking about it. Somehow, it was all wrong. 
It felt like the end of a very long era. This night. This award. It felt like what his life had amounted to. Now it was here-terrifying, disappointing, and lonely.
	He was standing off-stage, waiting for the announcer to call him as he wrestled with these feelings of loneliness and disappointment. He couldn't shake those feelings no matter how hard he tried.
	But his thoughts were interrupted by the master of ceremonies, an aged bear, but younger than himself, announcing his name to the audience. A leopard with a clipboard gave him a nod, and he took to the stage. 
	He accepted the award, gave his prepared speech, accepted the applause, and then headed off stage again.
	
	At the end of the night, the old otter sat quietly, and mostly alone, at the hotel bar. He'd had a couple of drinks by this point, his state of dress slowly decaying, the fancy dress suit not holding up. He'd been joined by a few others earlier in the evening, colleagues and well-wishers, but most by now had gone. Their praises rang in his memory, and in his sour mood, he wondered how much of it was genuine.
	He didn't really care. 
	
	 "Hi! Seth!"
	His thoughts were interrupted by the greeting of a very tall and lanky male kangaroo, who looked to be almost the same age as Seth himself. He bounded over to the old otter, and was soon sitting beside him. The otter was confused momentarily, until recognition dawned on him. The only kangaroo he knew, had ever known, who might greet him with such familiarity, was a friend he'd not seen since his teenage years. It was a surprise to see him now, after all these years, but he felt suddenly very happy.
	"Richmond? Richmond! Hi!” Seth said, adding after a brief moment, “How are you?"
	"Good! Not too shabby!" 
	They greeted each other with warm handshakes followed by a warm embrace.
	“It's terribly good to see you,” Seth said, “but how did you know I was here?”
	“Well-I didn't,” Richmond began. “I came here for a drink-staying in the hotel, you know-and well, I thought I recognized you, the notch in your ear and your glasses.”
	The 'roo said this last bit with a couple flicks at his own right ear.
	Seth reached up and felt at the bit of ear on his own body, an old injury from a bad bicycle fall, nearly unremembered by himself.
	“Of course, I could have been wrong,” Richmond continued, “but I was pretty sure it was you. Glad I was right, though.”
	The otter smiled.
	“Well, I'm glad you took the risk.”
	The 'roo chuckled.
	Richmond ordered a drink for himself, now that he was settled into a seat at the bar.
	“Though...” The kangaroo scratched behind his ear nervously, “I have been hearing about you here and there, truth be told-saw you on the cover of one of those medical journal magazines, with your name and all-when I was at the doctor's last.”
	“Aah!” Seth said.
	A mock frown crossed the 'roo's face.
	“Ah, come now, don't tell me you're not happy to see me.”
	The otter smiled at his old friend.
	“Of course I'm glad to see you, very glad.”
	The 'roo smiled again, taking a sip of his drink.
	Richmond finished off his own drink and got the bartender's attention to order another one. Seth fell back into quiet contemplation.
	"Are you alright?" The old roo asked him.
	Seth nodded but not very convincingly.
	Richmond put an arm around the otter.
	“Hey, if this is about splitting up when we were young, I'm not upset by that.”
	“What?”
	“Oh, did I guess wrong?”, the 'roo said, taking away his arm. “I thought maybe you were thinking about that?”
	Seth knew Richmond from growing up as a teenager with him. They had been best friends, but more than that, the 'roo had been his first serious boyfriend. His first kiss and his earliest sexual experiences had been shared with the kangaroo. They were each other's first everything.
	But they had broken up shortly after high school was over. Seth choosing to go to medical school. More accurately, it was Seth who had broken up with Richmond, choosing a career over a continued relationship with the Kangaroo.
	“Oh! No...I...I don't know.”
	Richmond looked at him hard a moment.
	“What is it then?” Richmond said, then held up a paw. “Sorry, maybe it's not my place to ask. We haven't seen each other in so very long, and now I'm prying a bit aren't I?”
	Seth smiled back at him. He cleared his throat, placing a paw on the 'roo's arm.
	“No, it's fine, I appreciate you're concern.”
	Richmond waited a moment, Seth raised his glass slightly, peering into it as if attempting to divine answers from the depths of the liquid housed within.
	“I was given an award tonight-” He turned to look at the kangaroo, “Did you know that?”
	Richmond nodded. “That's...” The 'roo tapped nervously on the bar top, “Kind of why I'm here...”
	He trailed off and Seth looked at him, a little surprised.
	“You...you came to see me?”
	Richmond gave a bit of a start, and a searching look, as if trying to figure out what to say.
	“Yeah...well...I...” he stopped short, losing his words. “Shit.”
	Seth said nothing, waiting patiently. The kangaroo cleared his throat.
	“Well...I saw you on that magazine cover...and-I don't know-I missed you. I remembered when we were young and together and...”
	He fell silent again. Seth felt deeply moved by the honest confession.
	“Hey...” Seth said, and Richmond looked at him. “I am glad to see you.”
	He gave the kangaroo an encouraging smile.
	Richmond returned the smile.
	“Those were good times, weren't they?”
	“They sure were.”
	Seth took a sip from his drink, and Richmond followed suit.
	He set the glass down, his head feeling a little woozy. All the drinking seemed to be finally catching up with otter. When he reached for his glass again a few seconds later, he nearly knocked it over. Richmond raised an eyebrow.
	“How much have you had,” Richmond asked, a hint of worry in his voice.
	"Not enough." came the reply from Seth.
	The old 'roo smiled and put his arm around his friend. A mingled look of concern and sympathy reflected in his bright green eyes.
	"Hey, I think you better stop."
	The otter made a face as if to protest, but then nodded, not saying anything.
	“You want me to help you to your room? I think I should.”
	“I-” Seth thought a moment, his memory failing him, “...I don't remember where it is.”
	“Well...” The kangaroo began tentatively, “How about I help you to my room.”
	The otter chuckled. "Oh! stay in your room, huh?” He belched mid-sentence. “I bet...you want...in your room."
	Richmond smiled again, “Come on, Seth.”

	The kangaroo helped his old friend off of the bar stool, paying for both their drinks before doing so. Seth found his ability to stand was less than he thought, but Richmond was still massive and strong, in spite of his age, able to hold the old otter up easily enough, even with Seth's shaky legs. 
	Seth let himself be guided, leaning on the kangaroo's chest, listening to the steady and powerful heartbeat. Richmond held him close with both arms as they traveled slowly from bar to the hotel rooms.
	Seth, intoxicated, hardly able to stand, still enjoyed the staggered walk back to the kangaroo's hotel room. It felt good and safe in his friend's arms. It wasn't such a terrible night after all. His award had failed to bring him happiness, but spending time with Richmond had.
	On the elevator, Seth's head began to clear a little. He became more aware of his surroundings, and himself.
	“Woah! Slow down ya horny ott! We still gotta get down the hallway!”
	Seth was groping Richmond's crotch. Despite his protest, the otter could feel the bulge in the 'roo's crotch growing, and see the smile on his face. Still, Seth relented, giving Richmond a devilish smile. It was as if all the years, and all the familiarity with one another, had returned to the both of them.
	The elevator opened and they stumbled down the hall. Reaching the door, Richmond dropped an arm and fished out his keycard. He raised it to the door's keycard slot and inserted it, the lock undoing itself. He opened the door and helped the otter inside, grabbing him with both arms till they were both through the doorway, and used his long and muscular tail to push the door closed behind them.
	He sat the otter on the bed as gently as possible, then followed suit and sat down as well. Richmond breathed heavily for a moment, catching his breath. Seth, swaying, eventually gave up the effort to sit upright and gently fell over sideways to lean against Richmond's shoulder. He nestled his head comfortably against the kangaroo's thick and muscular neck.
	"Mhh. Thanks for helping me to my room. You smell nice."
	The kangaroo chuckled. "It's my room but you're welcome, and I probably smell as much like alcohol as you do."
	"Mhm-hmm"
	The old otter, aroused and amorous, raised his left hand to rub the kangaroo's chest under his shirt. Richmond wrapped an arm around the otter's shoulders and rested his own head on top of Seth's, enjoying the calmness of the moment. 
	Soon the otter began moving his hand down to rest above Richmond's crotch area and slipped a paw underneath his clothing, gently rubbing and cupping the kangaroo's large balls before continuing a little lower to trace a finger around the opening of the 'roo's sheath, before long feeling the tip of the 'roo's penis slip out.
	"Hey now, keep that up and I'm going to have to take my pants off."
	The otter smiled and winked as best he could in his inebriated state.
	The roo laughed, "You're quite drunk."
	"I can still ride you, even if I am..."
	The roo smiled, "Well, let's get these constricting clothes off, and we'll see if that's true.”

	He laid Seth down on the bed and began undoing the buttons on the otter's shirt, the suit coat already been taken off. He took his time, smiling back at the grinning otter. Once he was done with it, he pulled the otter's shirt off, the otter raising himself up slightly to help. He tossed the shirt into a corner of the room and began work on the otter's pants, a noticeable tent lifting up the fabric. It looked uncomfortable, the otter squirmed with anticipation, and Richmond began the work to free him. 
	The kangaroo's own pants were uncomfortable now, his cock well out of its sheath, but he extricated the otter first. He unbuttoned the pants, undid the zipper, and carefully pulled them down and off the otter. Throwing them to the side, only a pair of briefs now separated the otter's cock from freedom. Richmond leaned forward, touching noses with the otter, and gave him a brief, gentle kiss.
	Seth smiled wider and his eyes glinted with affection, mirroring Richmond's own look. Richmond  then moved down the otter's body till his muzzle was above Seth's underwear, wetness from pre-cum permeating the top of the now very noticeable tent. The kangaroo ran his nose from the little divot where the otter's balls and sheath met together, trailing it upwards and inhaling the intoxicating musk, giving a little lick with his tongue as he reached the top. He gripped the top of Seth's briefs with his teeth carefully, gently pulling down to remove them up and over the otter's erect cock and then farther down till he was past his crotch section. Afterwards, he grabbed with his paws and pulled the briefs the rest of the way off of the otter, tossing it, like the other clothing, off to the side.
	Seth's member stood at full attention, free and exposed, the tip glistening wet and sticky with pre, poking out from his sheath in its state of full arousal.
	Richmond took all of his own clothes off afterwards. The otter smiled with pleasure and stared with wide, excited eyes at the kangaroo's package. It was both familiar and new to him, the large balls resting above the sheath, the reverse of most males. From the sheath the 'roo's cock protruded, making an almost S-shape, arcing upwards, thick at its base and thinning to almost a quarter of that at the tip.
	"mmm...yes, yes I've missed seeing that." he said.
	"heh, soon you'll get to feel it again," Richmond retorted, with a mischievous, full-teeth grin.
	"I'm quite ready for that." Said the otter in reply, also with a grin.
	
	Richmond and Seth exchanged positions. The 'roo sat near the head of the bed, his legs outstretched, and Seth climbed on top of him, sitting just below Richmond's crotch, their cocks touching. Where he was seated, Richmond had easy access to the nightstand, in the drawer of which was a bottle of lube. Richmond grabbed the lube, squirted a bit into his open paw, then rubbed his cock with it, making it slicker than it already was. He gave the lube to Seth, who took it and did likewise, putting the lube under his thick rudder, sticking first one then a few more webbed fingers into his tailhole, pushing them in and out. The lube wasn't required, but it was a good precaution to take. Richmond wanted this moment to be special for the otter, pleasant and comfortable, a good experience for Seth to enjoy and remember. 
	Done with the lube bottle and sufficiently opened up, Seth threw the bottle to the side of the room, positioning himself above Richmond's waiting member. He grabbed it firmly near the base with a paw, angling it towards his awaiting hole. The 'roo helped out by manipulating his prehensile cock to help line it up with the otter's tailhole. The otter lowered himself gingerly onto the 'roo's cock, feeling it gradually opening him up. Richmond felt the smooth flesh of the otter's tailhole give way as it opened up, letting the 'roo inside.
	They both gasped at the sensation they felt, Seth being opened up and filled with the 'roo's thick and engorged member, Richmond feeling his cock embraced by the otter's tight asshole. Seth lowered himself to the base of Richmond's cock, sitting there a moment and feeling himself being fully opened up. He smiled at the kangaroo, who returned back, his eyes half-closed with the pleasure the otter's warm insides brought his grateful cock.
	After a brief moment more, the otter raised himself up slightly, Richmond's cock sliding partway out of his tailhole, before he lowered himself back down again all the way. The otter repeated this motion, and the 'roo helped by thrusting upwards with the otter's downward momentum. The 'roo also made good work of his prehensile cock, moving it just a little in an attempt to tease and push against the otter's prostate, and was rewarded with an ample amount of pre-cum leaking out of the otter's tip.
	They soon had a steady rhythm going, which gradually increased in intensity and speed, each moaning a good deal, Richmond bucking almost involuntarily in time to Seth's movements as the otter rocked and rode the kangaroo, their balls smacking together, due to the reverse design of the 'roo's anatomy, and adding to the intense pleasure of the experience.
	It felt like it lasted forever, this intense feeling of pleasure and ecstasy. In reality it was only a matter of minutes, but it was the best few minutes either of them had experienced in quite a long time. With both their older ages, and the intensity of it, especially as they neared climax, each of them almost felt that death might literally take them in this moment of intense ecstasy. Both of them equally thought to themselves that it would be a glorious and worthwhile death, joined together with the first and last lover they'd known in their lifetime.
	Happily, death did not come, just the two lovers.
	"Unhf!" Richmond cried out involuntarily after one particularly quick and hard bounce.
	“Oh!” Seth echoed a similar cry, almost simultaneously.
	Warm, gooey liquid shot into the otter, filling his inside, and Seth's cock responded in kind by shooting its own thick torrent of cum out of the tip, painting the 'roo's stomach and abdomen with the sticky and warm substance. The air smelled of sex and sweat, a scent as intoxicating as the night's earlier alcoholic beverages, more pungent and sharp, warming their hearts and bodies more than the alcohol ever would have had the power to do.
	They panted heavily, Seth still sitting on top of Richmond, the 'roo's member still lodged comfortably inside him, but steadily losing its stiffness, the same as his own cock. After a moment more, the otter gently slid off of the kangaroo's cock, Richmond giving a small grunt and squeezing his eyes tight momentarily at the sensation this motion brought to his now throbbing and sensitive penis.
	Exhausted now from both sex and alcohol, the otter lay down beside the 'roo, who was, like Seth, trying to catch his breath, and now feeling extremely tired. Through half-opened eyes they turned their heads to face one another. Each had a look of contentment on their face; Seth moved to snuggle up next to Richmond, who put an arm around the otter, and they were soon fast asleep.