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May time and literature cure all that they can cure.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "2024 has been a bloody descent into hell, there is not much more to say. May time and literature cure all that they can cure.", "writing": "The night was young and cool, enticing nocturnal animals to seek companionship, a passing carnal enjoyment in an attempt to satiate an infinite need.\n\nA middle-aged coyote hurried into a nightclub, avoiding the groups of young men crowding the door, planning what to do on this night. The male approached the bar and waited, the bartender wiping a glass and glancing sideways every few seconds until he sighed and approached the canine.\n\n“Hey... Good evening, I want...” muttered the coyote, trying to put on his best smile.\n\n“I know what you want,” growled the bartender, as he poured him a tall glass of black drink.\n\n“T-Thanks.”\n\n“Excuse me, it's youth night, could you go to one of the tables over there?” the bartender asked, his tone jaded.\n\n“Yeah, I'm just going to watch...” replied the coyote, grabbing his drink and getting up from the stool.\n\nThe canine walked over to a corner of the club where there was no light, just a couple of tables with a couple of people at them, some only visible by the glow of lit cigarettes or the sound of ice cubes clinking from the movement of the liquid.\n\n“Dude, come sit here, it's unoccupied,” offered a male voice from one of the tables.\n\nThe coyote took his cue from the voice and accepted the invitation, sitting down and setting his drink on the table, in front of him were only a pair of large amber eyes peering out of the darkness.\n\n“Thanks. Nice night, isn't it?” said the canine, trying to start a conversation.\n\n“Could be better, but I'm not complaining,” the stranger replied.\n\nThe male nodded in the darkness and took a swig of his drink, enjoying the cool, bubbly sweet liquid that occupied his mouth and fell lazily down his throat.\n\nAt that moment, a metal lighter clicked before creating a small flame on the other side of the table, illuminating the face of a hyena, a beautiful middle-aged male, curly hair, deep-set eyes, mustard-colored fur and... the light went out again.\n\n“My name is...” the coyote tried to introduce himself.\n\n“Coyote. You're a coyote, I saw you at the bar,” the other male said.\n\n“Yes, but my name is...” tried again the canine.\n\n“No need, I know you're a coyote and now you know I'm a hyena,” interrupted the stranger again.\n\n“Yes... you're right, it's not necessary,” the coyote admitted, looking down in the darkness.\n\nAs the coyote took another swig of his drink, he felt a large paw land between his legs, nuzzling the bulge in his pants.\n\n“A very nice coyote, I forgot to say,” the other male clarified.\n\n“T-Thank you...you're a very pretty hyena too,” the canine hastened to reply, almost choked with surprise.\n\n“Do you want to go to the bathroom with me?” asked the stranger.\n\n“I-I don't know... Can we?” replied the coyote.\n\n“Sure we can!” replied the other male, rattling the legs of his chair as he stood up.\n\nThe coyote's ears heard the hyena's footsteps, walking away in the darkness in the direction of the male restroom and, after a few seconds of hesitation, the canine finished his drink, got up from the chair and followed.\n\nThe coyote opened the bathroom door and entered, the place was illuminated by a flickering spotlight that seemed to be coming to the end of its life. At the back of the room, stood the hyena, now clearly visible.\n\nThe hyena was a slightly shorter male than the coyote, with a defined physique, curly hair, black leather jacket and dark jeans. A wide grin was clearly visible on his face, accompanying his narrowed predatory eyes.\n\n“Well... For a second there I thought you weren't coming,” the hyena said.\n\n“Me too... I honestly don't know why I'm here,” the canine admitted, approaching the other male.\n\nThe coyote was obese, bald, with several days' worth of dark circles under his eyes, a couple of days' uneven beard, slightly hunched over and dressed in casual clothes. He looked like a sick animal, driven purely by his most basic needs, a shell devoid of passion.\n\n“What are you waiting for? Drop your pants,” the hyena ordered, pointing between the other predator's legs.\n\n“Y-You first,” the canine replied.\n\n“Pff... As you wish,” said the other male, and unzipped his pants, pulling his long flaccid penis and testicles out from between his clothes.\n\n“Wow... Nice cock,” muttered the canine, enjoying what he was seeing as if it were a forbidden treasure.\n\n“This isn't an exhibition... What are you waiting for?” growled the hyena.\n\nThe coyote nodded and pulled down his pants, taking his penis, now completely out of its sheath, in his hand to humbly present it to the other male.\n\n“Sorry...” muttered the canine again, noticing that his penis was half the size of the hyena's.\n\n“Don't be an idiot, this isn't a competition either,” replied the other male, and without hesitation grabbed the coyote's small penis with his hand and began to masturbate it.\n\nThe canine sighed, closed his eyes and lifted his head up. The stranger's touch felt very good, especially after so long without being intimate with another person. Without looking, the coyote also brought his hand towards the other male's crotch and firmly grasped the long tube of flesh, feeling it harden rapidly.\n\n“That's... phew...” sighed the hyena, increasing the speed of his hand on the coyote's cock.\n\nAt that instant, a feline entered the bathroom, approached one of the urinals, unzipped his pants and focused on doing his thing, ignoring the other two males pleasuring themselves a few feet away from him.\n\n“Almost there... I'm close,” the hyena grunted, breathing hard as his cock dripped precum onto his underwear.\n\n“Me too...” muttered the coyote.\n\n“Give me a second,” said the other male, removing the canine's hand from his penis at his crotch, pulling up his underwear to cover his manhood to then reach in and masturbate furiously.\n\nA couple of seconds later, the hyena growled, gritting his teeth before he began to ejaculate, shooting four copious streams of thick semen that shot through the fabric and overflowed onto the bathroom floor.\n\nSeeing this, the coyote's back hunched and trembled, already close to his goal he accelerated the speed with which he moved his hand.\n\n“Wait! Aim here!” said the hyena, stretching out his dampened underwear and exposing his penis, glistening with the layer of male juice that covered it, already flaccid and curved.\n\nThe coyote nodded, took a couple of steps forward and aimed as best he could at the other male's crotch. Seconds later, two streams of warm canine semen fell onto the hyena's meat tube, moistening it further.\n\nThe hyena rearranged his underwear again and pulled up his pants, while the canine did the same, never taking his eyes off the crotch of the male who now carried both of their loads between his legs, although the stains of the sticky liquid failed to soak through the thick fabric of the jeans.\n\n“Did you finish your drink?” asked the hyena.\n\n”What thing?’ said the coyote, waking up from the rapture the other male had produced in him.\n\n“What you were drinking...” clarified the other male.\n\n“Aah... Yes, I finished it before I came,” replied the canine.\n\n“Perfect, then I'll leave,” the hyena said, shoving both hands into his pockets.\n\n“Y-Yeah... I guess I will too,” stammered the coyote, turning his back on the other male and heading for the bathroom exit.\n\n“Wait a minute!” the hyena raised his voice.\n\nThe coyote turned only his head to see what the stranger wanted. The other male was still standing in the same place where the action had occurred, but now he was holding his cell phone in one of his hands.\n\nA few minutes later, the canine left the club with the hyena's phone number on his cell phone, carrying an idiotic grin that accompanied him all the way to his apartment.\n\nWhen the coyote entered his home, all was dark and silent. The canine walked to his room and a pair of arms embraced him from behind at the same time a snout rested on his shoulder.\n\n“Did anyone notice you? Was he blind or uglier than you?” whispered the other canine.\n\n“No... I don't know... I guess he was as desperate as I was,” replied the coyote as he watched the new contact on his cell phone screen.\n\n“How long do you think he'll last, a month? I bet he'll block you next week, you bald-headed creep,” the other canine continued, a cheerful tone sneaking into the coyote's ear.\n\n“It's possible he'll last a month... He's a 10,” the coyote replied, not taking his eyes off the small screen as he undressed for sleep.\n\n“Perfect, then let's set the despair clock for a month,” agreed the shadow, licking his lips.\n\n“Could you please not bother me today? I want to sleep...” growled the coyote.\n\n“Ooh sure... Tomorrow you're going to lunch at your brother's house, get some rest,” said the other canine mockingly.\n\nThe next day, the coyote woke up with several pictures of his new friend's genitals on his cell phone. The fire from the night before had been left burning and much of the morning was spent talking, sending pictures to each other and sexting.\n\nAt noon, the canine got ready and walked to his brother's house, where they used to get together as a family to eat, a necessary activity for the good spirits of his father, who was happy to see his children eating together. The coyote's brother opened the door and, without addressing him, invited him to sit at the table, where everyone was talking happily.\n\nLunch passed quietly, with no one addressing a word to the obese coyote who had already tried to butt into four of the conversations started without much success.\n\n“I met someone last night...”\n\nAs the canine's brother finished eating, he approached the coyote and said quietly, “I think you should go now, we're going with dad and the kids to get ice cream.”\n\nThe coyote nodded and got up from his seat, smiled and began to say goodbye to the others.\n\n“Son, we were just about to go get ice cream,” the father said, trying to stop him.\n\n“He was just leaving, Dad, he told me he's pretty busy today,” the coyote's brother hastened to reply, as the unwanted guest was already reaching the door.\n\nWhen the canine arrived at his apartment, tears began to well up in his eyes, he grabbed his stomach with both hands and ran to the bathroom where he vomited from nerves.\n\n“Why do you keep going to that place?” asked the grim canine.\n\n“Because of daddy...” replied the coyote.\n\n“You enjoy getting hurt, your nephews don't even call you uncle,” sneered the shadow.\n\n“When I get a better job and can buy them nice presents they will call me uncle,” assured the canine as he wiped his snout.\n\n“When you have a better job they will already be far away, studying in another city,” the other male continued.\n\n“Then I'll buy them something useful for their studies or save money to help them with their first car or house...” muttered the coyote.\n\n“The good thing is that, when your father dies, you will never have to go back to that house again, nor see the disgusted face with which your dear brother looks at you,” said the shadow, with a loud laugh.\n\n“Shut up!”\n\nThe rest of the day passed with a sepulchral tone, silent and strangling, not even a long nap helped to take away the bitter taste left by that poisoned lunch.\n\nAround eleven o'clock at night, the coyote received a message from the hyena, inviting him to the club. The canine's heart began to pound, filling him with the energy he needed to wash his face, get dressed and run out to meet his new friend.\n\nThe coyote entered the club and headed straight for the table in the middle of the unlit area, where the hyena was waiting for him, with a freshly poured glass of his favorite drink.\n\n“Hi! How did you know?” asked the canine, surprised by the drink.\n\n“I just asked,” replied the hyena, smiling.\n\n“Thanks... I needed that,” sighed the coyote.\n\n“It shows on your face... Do you want to join me in the bathroom?” asked the other male.\n\n“I don't know...” muttered the canine.\n\n“Come on... It'll do you good,” insisted the hyena, resting his muscular arm on the table, his hand open in invitation.\n\nThe coyote smiled and took the other male's hand. It felt soft and warm, it had been a long time since he had such physical contact. He wanted more, he needed more.\n\nBoth males went into the bathroom and locked themselves in the last stall. The coyote, without holding on for a second, began to caress and kiss the hyena's neck, from which emanate a pleasant and wild heat that made him slowly lose his rationality.\n\n“You move fast, cute doggy,” muttered the other male, while enjoying the canine's pawing, making little effort to stop him.\n\nThe coyote didn't respond, simply continuing to kiss all the fur that the other male's clothing exposed, breathing deeply to etch his new friend's body odor into his mind.\n\n“Wait a second,” the hyena said, briefly separating the canine as he unbuckled the belt of his pants, to pull them down to his knees along with his underwear and lean back against the bathroom wall, his back to his lover.\n\nThe coyote's heart seemed about to burst, the hyena's anus was clearly at his disposal and, just below his perineum, his huge testicles dangled between his legs.\n\n“I-I didn't bring a condom...” muttered the canine.\n\n“No problem, just stick it in me,” replied the other male.\n\nAfter sighing and swallowing saliva, the coyote quickly pulled down his pants, grabbed his penis with his hand, spit on it and positioned his glans right in the hyena's little hole.\n\nThe first thrust made the muscular male shudder, clenching his fists, teeth and closing his eyes, as he felt the canine press him against the bathroom wall. The slightly taller coyote was imposing his body with a feral need, thrusting his cock in and out of the hyena's insides as if fighting a battle against the clock, almost with the force needed to tie him up, as he moistened the warm anal skin with precum.\n\n“Wow... So much energy,” the hyena said, panting as his whole body jerked from his friend's movements.\n\nThe coyote simply grunted and continued the ramming. After a few minutes, the urge to tie the other male up became irresistible and, when the canine felt the anus was dangerously stretched, he stopped, pulled out his penis and masturbated ferociously, leaving only his glans in the small hole, until he ejaculated right over the swollen anus he had been fucking for the past fifteen minutes.\n\nThe hyena caressed his anus with two fingers, pressing gently until he pushed a portion of the thick white liquid inside.\n\n“Good job, doggy,” complimented the shorter male, as he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt again.\n\n“T-Thanks...” muttered the coyote.\n\nThe two males faced each other for a moment and the canine couldn't contain himself, bringing his muzzle close to the hyena's face, aiming to kiss him on the mouth, but was rejected with a subtle movement.\n\n“Sorry, buddy, I don't like kissing,” the hyena clarified.\n\n“Not even once?” asked the coyote, with a pleading tone.\n\nThe hyena shook his head and when the canine looked down, defeated, he leaned over and kissed his cheek.\n\nAfter rearranging his clothes and washing his hands, both males returned to their table and continued chatting for a good while.\n\n“So you're a writer?” asked the hyena, his smile covered by the darkness of the place.\n\n“Yes... Or at least I try to be,” replied the coyote.\n\n“I'm an artist too... cartoonist,” commented the other male, as he settled back in his chair, letting out a slight grunt as he shifted.\n\n“Sorry... I hope I didn't overdo it,” the canine tried to apologize.\n\n“Don't worry, it just burns a little, it feels uncomfortable but I'll survive,” the hyena said.\n\n“Okay... So... Cartoonist?” continued the coyote with the conversation.\n\n“Yes, when I get home I'll send you some of my work,” the other male replied.\n\n“Perfect, I'll do the same... I'd like to know your opinion about some of my works,” said the canine.\n\nWhen they finished their friendly chat, the hyena kissed the coyote's cheek again as they continued into the darkness, then said goodbye and each went home.\nWhen the coyote entered his apartment that night he found himself alone and silent, and as he lay down on his bed he sighed in relief, closed his eyes and slept with a smile on his face.\n\nA few weeks passed and the relationship between the two males continued to grow, each day they became closer and the antics in the club's bathroom continued. Coyote hadn't felt better in a long time, he had lost weight, his work productivity had improved, he woke up every day full of energy, and he even had a suspicion that his hair had started to grow.\n\nThe dynamic was simple: sex, loving words, deep and some joking conversations, gifts, secrets, and some ideas for the future. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until fortune decided that the wheel had to turn again, rusty, creaking, throwing sparks capable of causing those fires with the voracity to destroy a heart till it’s left in ruins.\n\nThat night, the coyote arrived at the club smiling and, before heading to his little private corner he shared with his lover, someone raised his hand from one of the lighted tables and called him, it was the hyena and he was surrounded by other unknown people.\n\nThe canine approached, a little confused by the small crowd, someone pulled up a chair for him and he sat down in a corner, somewhat away from his friend.\n\n“What's all this?” asked the coyote.\n\n“It's my fans!” replied the hyena, hugging with his arms two very cute girls on either side of him.\n\n“Wow... congratulations,” said the canine, trying to put on the best possible smile at seeing the success achieved by the other male.\n\nSuddenly, one of the several people surrounding the hyena dared to ask, “You've been hugging and kissing those two all night, are either of them your girlfriend?”\n\n“Guys, guys, you know those things are complicated, for now I don't have a relationship with anyone, although you know I'm a free soul and I'm not one to tie myself to such mundane nicknames,” replied the cartoonist.\n\nHearing this, the coyote smiled and looked at the floor, thinking how erotic it would be for the guy he likes to maintain some casual relationship with other people, it was also normal for a handsome male like him to attract the attention of others.\n\nThe evening ended amidst drinks, chatter and laughter as the canine politely said goodbye to everyone and left for home. As he entered his apartment, a shadowy figure was sitting by the dining room table, flashing a sinister smile that bared all his teeth.\n\n“You fat, bald, loser little piece of garbage, hope is beginning to crumble...” whispered the shadow, mockingly.\n\n“You're exaggerating, this is normal... He's very good at what he does, obviously people would recognize him sooner or later,” the coyote defended himself.\n\n“You know how it is, you've been through this before... I'll just sit back and watch you shatter to pieces against the ground,” the shadow continued.\n\n“No! This is different! We're very close, we love each other, we have a project together,” the canine replied firmly.\n\n“Go ahead... Rest... I can tell it's been a long night,” said the silhouette of the other canine, which now seemed to be disintegrating amidst the darkness.\n\nThe following weeks became complicated, the long talks were drastically reduced, the sex disappeared, and a kind of modesty was created that did not exist before between the two, even affectionate words seemed difficult to pronounce and they only followed a kind of formal protocol that they thought they were obliged to follow.\n\nThat night, when the coyote arrived at the club, there were many more people than usual surrounding the table at which they now sat. In the usual spot, there he was, kissing one of the beautiful girls on the mouth to then stand up, clear his throat and say a few words to his audience, “Dear friends, I want to confirm that I have a loving relationship with these two cuties, we are officially dating.”\n\nThe fans erupted with joy, clapped and cheered, while the coyote was still a few steps away from the table, petrified by what he had just heard. The sensation was strange, it seemed as if the canine's insides had been emptied and its heart had no place to hold on to but its vocal cords, giving it a slight feeling of suffocation.\n\nThe hyena noticed his friend's presence and the look on his face, got up from his chair and ran over to him.\n\n“Are you all right?” asked the cartoonist, putting his hand on the canine's shoulder.\n\n“Do you love me?” asked the coyote.\n\n“Wow! I never said that!” the other male replied in surprise.\n\n“But...” stammered the canine.\n\n“You're my best friend, I adore you dearly,” continued the hyena.\n\n“You said you believe in the polyamor,” said the coyote.\n\n“Sure, that's why I'm in love with the two of them,” clarified the cartoonist, pointing to the two girls waiting for him at the table.\n\n“Could you and I be boyfriends too?” asked the canine.\n\n“I'm sorry... You're my best friend, but I don't see you as my mate,” replied the hyena.\n\n“Sorry... I can really try to be better, I can be much better... I don't think I'll ever be on par with them but I can get better, I really can,” said the coyote in desperation.\n\n“Please... Don't do this, it's not a competition... You're just not my type,” the other male explained.\n\n“I understand... Sorry, I think I should go,” muttered the canine.\n\n“Why are you leaving?” asked the hyena, his face full of sadness.\n\n“Because I can't see you just as a friend,” replied the coyote, before turning and leaving the club.\n\nThe night seemed to have no wind and the air was limited to that in the canine's lungs, which he exhaled and inhaled again for fear of losing it. The coyote's footsteps could be heard over the noise of the city, becoming louder and heavier as he approached his apartment.\n\nAs he opened the front door to his home and took a step inside, his body and mind were completely purged, empty of all purpose. The only sound that could be heard was the cry of the shadow swinging lonely in a corner, staring despairingly at a beam in the ceiling, feeling the pressure of a possible rope around his neck and hating himself for not being brave enough.\n\nCoyote stopped to look at that sad creature, covered in misery and pain, felt sorry for him for a moment and then walked over to his desk, turned on his computer, rested his tired hands on the keyboard and, as it fell apart like a log in ashes, tried to write a story in which none of this could ever happen again.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "The night was young and cool, enticing nocturnal animals to seek companionship, a passing carnal enjoyment in an attempt to satiate an infinite need.

A middle-aged coyote hurried into a nightclub, avoiding the groups of young men crowding the door, planning what to do on this night. The male approached the bar and waited, the bartender wiping a glass and glancing sideways every few seconds until he sighed and approached the canine.

“Hey... Good evening, I want...” muttered the coyote, trying to put on his best smile.

“I know what you want,” growled the bartender, as he poured him a tall glass of black drink.

“T-Thanks.”

“Excuse me, it's youth night, could you go to one of the tables over there?” the bartender asked, his tone jaded.

“Yeah, I'm just going to watch...” replied the coyote, grabbing his drink and getting up from the stool.

The canine walked over to a corner of the club where there was no light, just a couple of tables with a couple of people at them, some only visible by the glow of lit cigarettes or the sound of ice cubes clinking from the movement of the liquid.

“Dude, come sit here, it's unoccupied,” offered a male voice from one of the tables.

The coyote took his cue from the voice and accepted the invitation, sitting down and setting his drink on the table, in front of him were only a pair of large amber eyes peering out of the darkness.

“Thanks. Nice night, isn't it?” said the canine, trying to start a conversation.

“Could be better, but I'm not complaining,” the stranger replied.

The male nodded in the darkness and took a swig of his drink, enjoying the cool, bubbly sweet liquid that occupied his mouth and fell lazily down his throat.

At that moment, a metal lighter clicked before creating a small flame on the other side of the table, illuminating the face of a hyena, a beautiful middle-aged male, curly hair, deep-set eyes, mustard-colored fur and... the light went out again.

“My name is...” the coyote tried to introduce himself.

“Coyote. You're a coyote, I saw you at the bar,” the other male said.

“Yes, but my name is...” tried again the canine.

“No need, I know you're a coyote and now you know I'm a hyena,” interrupted the stranger again.

“Yes... you're right, it's not necessary,” the coyote admitted, looking down in the darkness.

As the coyote took another swig of his drink, he felt a large paw land between his legs, nuzzling the bulge in his pants.

“A very nice coyote, I forgot to say,” the other male clarified.

“T-Thank you...you're a very pretty hyena too,” the canine hastened to reply, almost choked with surprise.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom with me?” asked the stranger.

“I-I don't know... Can we?” replied the coyote.

“Sure we can!” replied the other male, rattling the legs of his chair as he stood up.

The coyote's ears heard the hyena's footsteps, walking away in the darkness in the direction of the male restroom and, after a few seconds of hesitation, the canine finished his drink, got up from the chair and followed.

The coyote opened the bathroom door and entered, the place was illuminated by a flickering spotlight that seemed to be coming to the end of its life. At the back of the room, stood the hyena, now clearly visible.

The hyena was a slightly shorter male than the coyote, with a defined physique, curly hair, black leather jacket and dark jeans. A wide grin was clearly visible on his face, accompanying his narrowed predatory eyes.

“Well... For a second there I thought you weren't coming,” the hyena said.

“Me too... I honestly don't know why I'm here,” the canine admitted, approaching the other male.

The coyote was obese, bald, with several days' worth of dark circles under his eyes, a couple of days' uneven beard, slightly hunched over and dressed in casual clothes. He looked like a sick animal, driven purely by his most basic needs, a shell devoid of passion.

“What are you waiting for? Drop your pants,” the hyena ordered, pointing between the other predator's legs.

“Y-You first,” the canine replied.

“Pff... As you wish,” said the other male, and unzipped his pants, pulling his long flaccid penis and testicles out from between his clothes.

“Wow... Nice cock,” muttered the canine, enjoying what he was seeing as if it were a forbidden treasure.

“This isn't an exhibition... What are you waiting for?” growled the hyena.

The coyote nodded and pulled down his pants, taking his penis, now completely out of its sheath, in his hand to humbly present it to the other male.

“Sorry...” muttered the canine again, noticing that his penis was half the size of the hyena's.

“Don't be an idiot, this isn't a competition either,” replied the other male, and without hesitation grabbed the coyote's small penis with his hand and began to masturbate it.

The canine sighed, closed his eyes and lifted his head up. The stranger's touch felt very good, especially after so long without being intimate with another person. Without looking, the coyote also brought his hand towards the other male's crotch and firmly grasped the long tube of flesh, feeling it harden rapidly.

“That's... phew...” sighed the hyena, increasing the speed of his hand on the coyote's cock.

At that instant, a feline entered the bathroom, approached one of the urinals, unzipped his pants and focused on doing his thing, ignoring the other two males pleasuring themselves a few feet away from him.

“Almost there... I'm close,” the hyena grunted, breathing hard as his cock dripped precum onto his underwear.

“Me too...” muttered the coyote.

“Give me a second,” said the other male, removing the canine's hand from his penis at his crotch, pulling up his underwear to cover his manhood to then reach in and masturbate furiously.

A couple of seconds later, the hyena growled, gritting his teeth before he began to ejaculate, shooting four copious streams of thick semen that shot through the fabric and overflowed onto the bathroom floor.

Seeing this, the coyote's back hunched and trembled, already close to his goal he accelerated the speed with which he moved his hand.

“Wait! Aim here!” said the hyena, stretching out his dampened underwear and exposing his penis, glistening with the layer of male juice that covered it, already flaccid and curved.

The coyote nodded, took a couple of steps forward and aimed as best he could at the other male's crotch. Seconds later, two streams of warm canine semen fell onto the hyena's meat tube, moistening it further.

The hyena rearranged his underwear again and pulled up his pants, while the canine did the same, never taking his eyes off the crotch of the male who now carried both of their loads between his legs, although the stains of the sticky liquid failed to soak through the thick fabric of the jeans.

“Did you finish your drink?” asked the hyena.

”What thing?’ said the coyote, waking up from the rapture the other male had produced in him.

“What you were drinking...” clarified the other male.

“Aah... Yes, I finished it before I came,” replied the canine.

“Perfect, then I'll leave,” the hyena said, shoving both hands into his pockets.

“Y-Yeah... I guess I will too,” stammered the coyote, turning his back on the other male and heading for the bathroom exit.

“Wait a minute!” the hyena raised his voice.

The coyote turned only his head to see what the stranger wanted. The other male was still standing in the same place where the action had occurred, but now he was holding his cell phone in one of his hands.

A few minutes later, the canine left the club with the hyena's phone number on his cell phone, carrying an idiotic grin that accompanied him all the way to his apartment.

When the coyote entered his home, all was dark and silent. The canine walked to his room and a pair of arms embraced him from behind at the same time a snout rested on his shoulder.

“Did anyone notice you? Was he blind or uglier than you?” whispered the other canine.

“No... I don't know... I guess he was as desperate as I was,” replied the coyote as he watched the new contact on his cell phone screen.

“How long do you think he'll last, a month? I bet he'll block you next week, you bald-headed creep,” the other canine continued, a cheerful tone sneaking into the coyote's ear.

“It's possible he'll last a month... He's a 10,” the coyote replied, not taking his eyes off the small screen as he undressed for sleep.

“Perfect, then let's set the despair clock for a month,” agreed the shadow, licking his lips.

“Could you please not bother me today? I want to sleep...” growled the coyote.

“Ooh sure... Tomorrow you're going to lunch at your brother's house, get some rest,” said the other canine mockingly.

The next day, the coyote woke up with several pictures of his new friend's genitals on his cell phone. The fire from the night before had been left burning and much of the morning was spent talking, sending pictures to each other and sexting.

At noon, the canine got ready and walked to his brother's house, where they used to get together as a family to eat, a necessary activity for the good spirits of his father, who was happy to see his children eating together. The coyote's brother opened the door and, without addressing him, invited him to sit at the table, where everyone was talking happily.

Lunch passed quietly, with no one addressing a word to the obese coyote who had already tried to butt into four of the conversations started without much success.

“I met someone last night...”

As the canine's brother finished eating, he approached the coyote and said quietly, “I think you should go now, we're going with dad and the kids to get ice cream.”

The coyote nodded and got up from his seat, smiled and began to say goodbye to the others.

“Son, we were just about to go get ice cream,” the father said, trying to stop him.

“He was just leaving, Dad, he told me he's pretty busy today,” the coyote's brother hastened to reply, as the unwanted guest was already reaching the door.

When the canine arrived at his apartment, tears began to well up in his eyes, he grabbed his stomach with both hands and ran to the bathroom where he vomited from nerves.

“Why do you keep going to that place?” asked the grim canine.

“Because of daddy...” replied the coyote.

“You enjoy getting hurt, your nephews don't even call you uncle,” sneered the shadow.

“When I get a better job and can buy them nice presents they will call me uncle,” assured the canine as he wiped his snout.

“When you have a better job they will already be far away, studying in another city,” the other male continued.

“Then I'll buy them something useful for their studies or save money to help them with their first car or house...” muttered the coyote.

“The good thing is that, when your father dies, you will never have to go back to that house again, nor see the disgusted face with which your dear brother looks at you,” said the shadow, with a loud laugh.

“Shut up!”

The rest of the day passed with a sepulchral tone, silent and strangling, not even a long nap helped to take away the bitter taste left by that poisoned lunch.

Around eleven o'clock at night, the coyote received a message from the hyena, inviting him to the club. The canine's heart began to pound, filling him with the energy he needed to wash his face, get dressed and run out to meet his new friend.

The coyote entered the club and headed straight for the table in the middle of the unlit area, where the hyena was waiting for him, with a freshly poured glass of his favorite drink.

“Hi! How did you know?” asked the canine, surprised by the drink.

“I just asked,” replied the hyena, smiling.

“Thanks... I needed that,” sighed the coyote.

“It shows on your face... Do you want to join me in the bathroom?” asked the other male.

“I don't know...” muttered the canine.

“Come on... It'll do you good,” insisted the hyena, resting his muscular arm on the table, his hand open in invitation.

The coyote smiled and took the other male's hand. It felt soft and warm, it had been a long time since he had such physical contact. He wanted more, he needed more.

Both males went into the bathroom and locked themselves in the last stall. The coyote, without holding on for a second, began to caress and kiss the hyena's neck, from which emanate a pleasant and wild heat that made him slowly lose his rationality.

“You move fast, cute doggy,” muttered the other male, while enjoying the canine's pawing, making little effort to stop him.

The coyote didn't respond, simply continuing to kiss all the fur that the other male's clothing exposed, breathing deeply to etch his new friend's body odor into his mind.

“Wait a second,” the hyena said, briefly separating the canine as he unbuckled the belt of his pants, to pull them down to his knees along with his underwear and lean back against the bathroom wall, his back to his lover.

The coyote's heart seemed about to burst, the hyena's anus was clearly at his disposal and, just below his perineum, his huge testicles dangled between his legs.

“I-I didn't bring a condom...” muttered the canine.

“No problem, just stick it in me,” replied the other male.

After sighing and swallowing saliva, the coyote quickly pulled down his pants, grabbed his penis with his hand, spit on it and positioned his glans right in the hyena's little hole.

The first thrust made the muscular male shudder, clenching his fists, teeth and closing his eyes, as he felt the canine press him against the bathroom wall. The slightly taller coyote was imposing his body with a feral need, thrusting his cock in and out of the hyena's insides as if fighting a battle against the clock, almost with the force needed to tie him up, as he moistened the warm anal skin with precum.

“Wow... So much energy,” the hyena said, panting as his whole body jerked from his friend's movements.

The coyote simply grunted and continued the ramming. After a few minutes, the urge to tie the other male up became irresistible and, when the canine felt the anus was dangerously stretched, he stopped, pulled out his penis and masturbated ferociously, leaving only his glans in the small hole, until he ejaculated right over the swollen anus he had been fucking for the past fifteen minutes.

The hyena caressed his anus with two fingers, pressing gently until he pushed a portion of the thick white liquid inside.

“Good job, doggy,” complimented the shorter male, as he pulled up his pants and buckled his belt again.

“T-Thanks...” muttered the coyote.

The two males faced each other for a moment and the canine couldn't contain himself, bringing his muzzle close to the hyena's face, aiming to kiss him on the mouth, but was rejected with a subtle movement.

“Sorry, buddy, I don't like kissing,” the hyena clarified.

“Not even once?” asked the coyote, with a pleading tone.

The hyena shook his head and when the canine looked down, defeated, he leaned over and kissed his cheek.

After rearranging his clothes and washing his hands, both males returned to their table and continued chatting for a good while.

“So you're a writer?” asked the hyena, his smile covered by the darkness of the place.

“Yes... Or at least I try to be,” replied the coyote.

“I'm an artist too... cartoonist,” commented the other male, as he settled back in his chair, letting out a slight grunt as he shifted.

“Sorry... I hope I didn't overdo it,” the canine tried to apologize.

“Don't worry, it just burns a little, it feels uncomfortable but I'll survive,” the hyena said.

“Okay... So... Cartoonist?” continued the coyote with the conversation.

“Yes, when I get home I'll send you some of my work,” the other male replied.

“Perfect, I'll do the same... I'd like to know your opinion about some of my works,” said the canine.

When they finished their friendly chat, the hyena kissed the coyote's cheek again as they continued into the darkness, then said goodbye and each went home.
When the coyote entered his apartment that night he found himself alone and silent, and as he lay down on his bed he sighed in relief, closed his eyes and slept with a smile on his face.

A few weeks passed and the relationship between the two males continued to grow, each day they became closer and the antics in the club's bathroom continued. Coyote hadn't felt better in a long time, he had lost weight, his work productivity had improved, he woke up every day full of energy, and he even had a suspicion that his hair had started to grow.

The dynamic was simple: sex, loving words, deep and some joking conversations, gifts, secrets, and some ideas for the future. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until fortune decided that the wheel had to turn again, rusty, creaking, throwing sparks capable of causing those fires with the voracity to destroy a heart till it’s left in ruins.

That night, the coyote arrived at the club smiling and, before heading to his little private corner he shared with his lover, someone raised his hand from one of the lighted tables and called him, it was the hyena and he was surrounded by other unknown people.

The canine approached, a little confused by the small crowd, someone pulled up a chair for him and he sat down in a corner, somewhat away from his friend.

“What's all this?” asked the coyote.

“It's my fans!” replied the hyena, hugging with his arms two very cute girls on either side of him.

“Wow... congratulations,” said the canine, trying to put on the best possible smile at seeing the success achieved by the other male.

Suddenly, one of the several people surrounding the hyena dared to ask, “You've been hugging and kissing those two all night, are either of them your girlfriend?”

“Guys, guys, you know those things are complicated, for now I don't have a relationship with anyone, although you know I'm a free soul and I'm not one to tie myself to such mundane nicknames,” replied the cartoonist.

Hearing this, the coyote smiled and looked at the floor, thinking how erotic it would be for the guy he likes to maintain some casual relationship with other people, it was also normal for a handsome male like him to attract the attention of others.

The evening ended amidst drinks, chatter and laughter as the canine politely said goodbye to everyone and left for home. As he entered his apartment, a shadowy figure was sitting by the dining room table, flashing a sinister smile that bared all his teeth.

“You fat, bald, loser little piece of garbage, hope is beginning to crumble...” whispered the shadow, mockingly.

“You're exaggerating, this is normal... He's very good at what he does, obviously people would recognize him sooner or later,” the coyote defended himself.

“You know how it is, you've been through this before... I'll just sit back and watch you shatter to pieces against the ground,” the shadow continued.

“No! This is different! We're very close, we love each other, we have a project together,” the canine replied firmly.

“Go ahead... Rest... I can tell it's been a long night,” said the silhouette of the other canine, which now seemed to be disintegrating amidst the darkness.

The following weeks became complicated, the long talks were drastically reduced, the sex disappeared, and a kind of modesty was created that did not exist before between the two, even affectionate words seemed difficult to pronounce and they only followed a kind of formal protocol that they thought they were obliged to follow.

That night, when the coyote arrived at the club, there were many more people than usual surrounding the table at which they now sat. In the usual spot, there he was, kissing one of the beautiful girls on the mouth to then stand up, clear his throat and say a few words to his audience, “Dear friends, I want to confirm that I have a loving relationship with these two cuties, we are officially dating.”

The fans erupted with joy, clapped and cheered, while the coyote was still a few steps away from the table, petrified by what he had just heard. The sensation was strange, it seemed as if the canine's insides had been emptied and its heart had no place to hold on to but its vocal cords, giving it a slight feeling of suffocation.

The hyena noticed his friend's presence and the look on his face, got up from his chair and ran over to him.

“Are you all right?” asked the cartoonist, putting his hand on the canine's shoulder.

“Do you love me?” asked the coyote.

“Wow! I never said that!” the other male replied in surprise.

“But...” stammered the canine.

“You're my best friend, I adore you dearly,” continued the hyena.

“You said you believe in the polyamor,” said the coyote.

“Sure, that's why I'm in love with the two of them,” clarified the cartoonist, pointing to the two girls waiting for him at the table.

“Could you and I be boyfriends too?” asked the canine.

“I'm sorry... You're my best friend, but I don't see you as my mate,” replied the hyena.

“Sorry... I can really try to be better, I can be much better... I don't think I'll ever be on par with them but I can get better, I really can,” said the coyote in desperation.

“Please... Don't do this, it's not a competition... You're just not my type,” the other male explained.

“I understand... Sorry, I think I should go,” muttered the canine.

“Why are you leaving?” asked the hyena, his face full of sadness.

“Because I can't see you just as a friend,” replied the coyote, before turning and leaving the club.

The night seemed to have no wind and the air was limited to that in the canine's lungs, which he exhaled and inhaled again for fear of losing it. The coyote's footsteps could be heard over the noise of the city, becoming louder and heavier as he approached his apartment.

As he opened the front door to his home and took a step inside, his body and mind were completely purged, empty of all purpose. The only sound that could be heard was the cry of the shadow swinging lonely in a corner, staring despairingly at a beam in the ceiling, feeling the pressure of a possible rope around his neck and hating himself for not being brave enough.

Coyote stopped to look at that sad creature, covered in misery and pain, felt sorry for him for a moment and then walked over to his desk, turned on his computer, rested his tired hands on the keyboard and, as it fell apart like a log in ashes, tried to write a story in which none of this could ever happen again.
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