[h3]Blow[/h3]

Brandon is your typical 22-year-old bear, a round, fluffy brown man with a frequent need to give hugs to those who ask. He is relatively tall for the average people in society having to look down at everyone, but he wasn't much taller than his friend. Keith is a 21-year-old red deer who had stopped going to the gym half a year ago, and his lack of exercise had not been very forgiving. He wasn't overweight per se, but you could tell he was out of shape with his noticeable stomach. His hair, dyed white, was one of his more defining characteristics along with his dazzling emerald eyes. Today they were both wearing casual shirts with accompanying shorts.

They were walking through a park on the way to Keith's apartment for a gaming session of over-the-top swearing. Along the way they chatted about whatever came to mind; food, new shows, old times, some small competitions, and art. One topic they landed on was relationships.

"I can't seem to land a girl," Keith ranted out, "I mean, come on! I'm not that bad-looking, I would even say I have some charm." He said this in jest, framing his face with his hands like he was in a photo while having a big grin on his face. He then flexed the little muscles he had, making Brandon chuckle. "How about you?"

"Oh yeah, same here," Brandon lied with a pained smile, rubbing the back of his head. He had been having the opposite problem. Being a bear, Brandon had a lot to go around, and most of the other men he met wanted a piece. He had to deny many would-be bed rockers over the concerns of being too sore to walk the next day. He is very shy, but will occasionally go to some bars where someone is always willing.

Not only that, but he had thoughts of Keith once in a while, nothing pining, just stray thoughts. The curse of having an attractive straight friend. With Keith's recent trek into becoming more round, the thoughts have become more frequent.

Continuing their walk and conversation, they rounded a tree to a complex and made their way up some stairs. Keith went up first forcing Brandon to have a great view of his friend's deer ass. "Is there really no one?"

"Nope, complete flops. More dudes hit on me though."

"I can see why," Brandon said under his breath while glaring just below where his friend's tail stuck out.

"What?"

"Nothing"

They quickly made their way up the stairs with some more small talk until they made it to the apartment. Passing the threshold of the door, Keith let out a sigh of frustration, "Dude, I'm not sure if I can handle this dry spell much longer. Cranking one out once in a while isn't helping, either."

"Wh-What," Brandon asked with a growing blush after closing the door behind him.

"Oh come on," Keith responded dismissively, "you're gay. I've said worse shit to people who don't get off to dicks. You can get through me talking about jacking off."

"I can, but you normally don't talk about this sort of stuff," Brandon said while sitting down nest to Keith to hide his growing hard-on.

Keith slumped on the couch, "I'm horny! All I think about is getting my dick wet."

"Ew."

"Oh shut up. I'm almost at the point that I'll take anyone!"

"Even me," asked Brandon with a layer of sarcasm to mask his arousal. Having to rest his hands over his shorts to stop them from tenting.

"Honestly dude, yeah."

"What?!"

"What? Some of the dudes I ran into were kind of persuasive, and a hole is a hole after all. I'm that desperate. Plus, I don't think you could make me finish anyway," Keith said with a challenging tone. "I'm as straight as they come."

Brandon couldn't think straight at this point, his second head was in control now. Sensing an opportunity, he asks with a devious smile, "How much you wanna bet?"

Keith could not back down from a challenge, and a challenge where he benefited no matter what was too tempting. The deer spread his legs and started to fondle the bulge growing in his shorts, and with a tone of arousal, "You really think you could?" He never questioned his sexuality, but his brain was running on a need for sex rather than any sort of logic. The look on his friend's face wasn't helping, "Excited much?"

Brandon was fully blushed, a blush that turned his fur a color between rose and chocolate. He started breathing heavily, getting harder by the second, watching his friend touch himself. He blurted out, "If I get you off, you get me off!"

Keith could hear the lust in his friend's voice, he also noticed his friend failing at hiding his hard-on. The competitive side of his brain is too confident for him to think him finishing as possible, so he came up with another impossibility to retort, "If you can't, you have to find me a date."

"Deal," Brandon said with no hesitation.

Keith, fully hard at this point, undid his shorts and pull them and his underwear down, letting his dick stand out in the open for his friend, "Have at it."

Brandon's heart skipped a beat. Seeing his friend's proud 10 inches of deer meat was flooding his body with an urge to have it inside him. He reached a trembling hand out, he wrapped it around the throbbing member he had been thinking about in recent months. Pumping his hand up and down he could feel his friend's heartbeat. Keith let out a groan, he couldn't help it with how sensitive he was, it had been too long since someone touched him. Getting lost in the bear's grip sending shivers up his spine, 'This actually feels good,' he thought.

Both their heads felt like they were in a sea of pleasure. Brandon got more comfortable and went a bit harder, enjoying the smell and slickness the deer cock in his hand was giving, his nose picking up on every scent. Keith's legs were shaking as his cock got worked by an expert hand, his breathing getting heavier. Letting out a groan as Brandon's hand hit his base, leaking so much pre that he was completely lubed shortly in. The foreskin being pulled back, making a slick sound that filled the room. Keith was a little too sensitive though. He was getting too close, too fast, he was almost lost in his friend's hand, his whole body was shivering and his breathing getting more ragged.

In a short bit of clarity, "Stop!" Keith yelled as he grabbed his friend's arm with both hands. Brandon was broken from the trance he was put in, not trying to win the bet, just wanting to see his Keith finish. He looked at his hand as he held it at the base of the wildly throbbing dick in his hand, finally feeling how close his friend is. "I can't-," Keith said breathlessly, "I can't do this."

"What, why?"

"I can't let a guy get me off. It's too gay."

Brandon broke his gaze for the first time. He saw his friend's red, sweaty face with a look of desperation on his face while he tried to get as much air as possible. Brandon was torn between helping his friend and wanting to see him go off, so he made a calculated move. "It doesn't have to be," he said as he got up and stood in front of the deer. He grabbed Keith's shorts and pulled them the rest of the way down off his feet. The bear got down on his knees as he spread his friend's legs apart and got between them. Keith could only watch his friend do this, still too shaken. "You could just see it as me helping you out, nothing gay about it."

Brandon was inches away from the still hard, but calmer cock he was handling a second ago. He leaned into the base near the balls and took a deep whiff, smelling everything his friend had to offer. He then stuck out his tongue and licked from the base to the tip getting a good taste of it too. Keith groaned as his friend's actions sent a surge of pleasure through him, he could see the desire on his friend's face, no one had ever looked at him like that before. The bear grabbed the deer's hands and put them on the back of his head, he stuck his tongue out entirely to cup his friend's cock. The warm wet appendage embracing his most sensitive organ destroyed all resistance in Keith's brain as he pulled his friend's gaping maw down and around his cock.

Keith almost lost it right then and there, his head was swimming in lust as he bottomed out in Brandon's mouth. Feeling his cock hit the back of the bear's throat. Brandon was lost in the feeling of having Keith buried in his mouth to the point where he gagged, and all he could smell was his musk. His nose was in his friend's crotch where all he could breathe was the deer's smell, even though he ignored his cock this entire time it was aching. His brain was on cloud nine just staying there for the minute that he did, giving Keith time to adjust and stray further from the edge.

Keith pulled the enamored bear away, feeling the cold air of the room hit his saliva drench cock. Brandon was disappointed the object of his pleasure was leaving him but was quickly delighted as his head pulled back down with enough force to make him gag. It didn't take long for the two to get into a rhythm, Keith was groaning out loud now while Brandon made guttural sounds that vibrated Keith's dick. Brandon was happy being used and completely gave in to his friend's ministrations. Keith started to thrust into his friend's mouth while looking down at his cock disappear between the lips that encased it. the sight alone was bringing him closer and closer, hearing the bear's grunts of desire was turning him on more than he ever thought it would.

The smell of sex and the clapping of balls hitting a chine filled the room. Both were lost in their own little world of pleasure, but all good thing must come to an end. Keith was thrusting with wild abandon, losing his pace. Brandon's jaw was getting sore, but he powered through. Their worlds met when they made eye contact. Brandon look up at the body attached to the cock in his throat, Keith was flushed while trying to catch his breath. Keith look down at the face latched onto his cock, Brandon was red with half-lidded eyes that said it all, I want you.

Keith threw his head up and howled as he gave one last thrust into the bear's face while holding him down. Brandon closed his eyes and savored the first shot, he loved the salty taste of man nectar, he craved it. Quickly swallowing it down it was replaced by another, he gulped down everything Keith had to give him while grunting eagerly. All the deer's pent-up frustrations built up quite the reserve, it took a minute before his body calmed down and let out small little dribbles of what it had. Brandon worked his tongue to try and get as much as possible, getting drunk off both the taste and the sounds his friend was making. The bear stayed an extra thirty seconds on the deer's cock to make sure he got everything, and when he was sure he did, he got to cleaning. He licked at Keith's balls with his long tongue, making the deer groan, he continued going on and around the base of his cock. He stuffed the softening member in his mouth one more time and let it go with a pop. Then he looked up to his friend.

Keith was in an afterglow that had him staring wide mouth at the ceiling catching his breath. His grip on his friend's head had come loose, and the bear, still in a stupor, got up. He began licking the deer's exposed neck, still set on tasting him. Keith in a high looked down to beat eye level with the bear, with his mouth still open. This caused Brandon's tongue to meet Keith's, they were both stunned, but that didn't stop their tongues from dancing with each other just a little. Brandon didn't think about it when he went in for the kiss, his mouth sealing with Keith's. As he went in, Brandon's body got closer making his clothed erection grind into his friend. They both closed their eyes and let their tongues embrace for a short while, but the euphoria wore off on Brandon, and pulled away leaving a string of saliva still connecting them, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"

"It's fine," said Keith hit with a second daze, both the kiss and what was most definitely the taste of himself on Brandon's tongue.

Brandon scrambled to try and think of something to cut the tension. "Hey," he blurted while shrugging, "I got your dick wet."

"Oh," Keith said with some sense of normal brought back to him through his friend's awkwardness, "shut up."