Running a dungeon had become boring. Hunter lazily flipped through the security camera feeds with his head on the front desk. Things looked fine in the playroom. The night's event had brought in some 20 furs who looked like they were getting to know each other nicely. So, nothing he needed to do. Zillze was the play monitor tonight anyway and with that dog on duty, he only had to run the front desk tonight. Hunter stretched in his chair and yawned. The gray wolf picked up his phone and scrolled through the news, none of it good, but it was something to do at least to distract from the boredom.

A bell rang as someone opened the door. Hunter groaned before he could stop himself. He threw on a fake smile and sat up. It was a good mask, as far as he knew. He was just a happy looking wolf, ready to be of assistance. He gave a slight head tilt and wave to the bunny that entered.

Cautiously, the little rabbit crossed over to him. "Is this where 'all genders' night is?" They asked with a bit of a shaky voice. "I have a ticket" they produced a phone already open to a code from The dungeon's ticketing system.

Hunter didn't recognize them, likely a first timer from the nervousness. "Yup you found the place!" Hunter said as he scanned the code. "You're all set. Been here before?" He asked anyway.

The bunny shook their head.

For what must be the millionth time, he began "Welcome to The Boundary! Locker room over there, showers too. Lockers open with a code you set, be respectful and only use one please." He gestured to the doors on his right. "Play area is that first door to you left as you walk into the locker room. Just follow the rules on the sign and everything should be fine. If you need help or are in trouble, just shout out 'safe word' or 'red'. It's also on the sign, but if you have any questions come back and I can help! Have fun!"

The bunny looked wide eyed at the wolf, overwhelmed. Definitely the first time they had gone to any dungeon. They nodded and muttered a quick "Thanks" and ran off to the lockers. Hunter slumped back, his smile dropped. Glad that was over.

He hadn't even picked up his phone again when a message came in from Bo. His fuckbuddy had become a nuisance recently. They had gone from just hooking up to trying to set him up on some date. They might be the closest thing he had to a friend that wasn't an employee but friends with benefits were not friends. Everyone knows that.

> B: Hey, I passed along your number. His name is Myst and I know he can be a lot, just give him a chance. I think he's a good match for your depressed (yet delicious) ass. There I said it!

Hunter pursed his lips and wrote back quickly.

> H: Not interested.

A message came back immoderately.

> B: 1 date? Will make it up to you. I swear.

He didn't need to meet anyone, but couldn't come up with a reason to say no.

> H: You better. My 'depressed' ass isn't going to rim itself. I'm gonna make you regret saying that so hard.

Immediately he received a close up photo of Bo's pussy being held open by a few of his fingers. Hunter couldn't help but crack the tiniest smile. Bo used that picture as a reaction in their chat a lot.

> B: Hot. Makes me all wet. But he is my friend and sweet so go easy on him. Trust me, k?

Hunter shook his head at his phone. What a pain.

Not even a minute later, a new number messaged him with multiple huge messages. He wasn't in the mood for it now. The message preview confirmed this was the guy Bo had mentioned, Myst. Without reading any more, Hunter quickly wrote back.

> H: Busy working. 

He lay his phone face down on the desk. He cringed when it buzzed a few times, he assumed it was more text coming in from this guy. Thankfully it went silent after that but he couldn't avoid it forever.

---

It was very late and the sun was threatening to rise any time now. Hunter slumped down at the front desk now that his clean up was done and Zillze was just finishing his part. Picking up his phone, the texts from Myst were still open. If he didn't look at them now, he probably never would.

Myst had sent what seemed like his whole life story. He was a nerd, and one that didn't date. He didn't say it, but Hunter wouldn't be surprised if this guy was a virgin. It sounded like Bo had set him up with an antisocial loser. Did Bo think so lowly of him?

"So… a date?" Zillze said, catching the wolf by surprise. The dog's chain necklace hung down, blocking Hunter's vision as he peeked at his phone. "That's what gotten you worked up all night?" The German Shepard was still in his chosen work outfit. A tiny mini skirt so short his sheath and balls were constantly on display and a Boundary logo T cut into a crop top that barely covered his pecs. He snatched the phone out the wolf's paws and read while quickly retreating away.

Hunter chased after him "Hey give it back, I could fire you." He said, without even the bark to believe it himself. That dog worked hard when he was on duty. When he wasn't, he was here anyway; drawing in a crowd wanting to play with him. Helpful, but as annoying a femboy with more ass than brains can be.

"I'm not even sure I should go on the thing." Hunter said." Guy sounds like a loser."

The dog shrugged. "Maybe, but he sounds sweet too." Zillze said, dangling the phone behind his back. "You should go. He could be cute."

Hunter snatched his phone back, with a grimace. "I might. Fuck him, If I'm his first or something, get showered in affection, and… how much of a dick would I be if I ghost him after that?" He said, finding himself lost in thought. He scrunched his muzzle. "Bad right?"

Zillze shrugged again before stripping off his top next to his locker. Somehow, he made it look elegant even as he replaced it with a baggy oversized sweatshirt. "My first daddy was a one night stand. A hookup app one. He tied me up, called me a good girl and pounded me so hard it left a mark on my heart." He dramatically clutched his chest. "I can't ever forget him. Years later, I still try to fill that void with a string of older guys who can never hope to compare. Each time I hope that this dick will touch my heart like he did! but they never do." He said in an overly wistful way dripping with melodrama.

The act dropped. "That what you want to hear?" Zillze shook his hips in a disapproving way and his skirt fell to the floor. "Truth is, me and likely him, we are grown ups. If he is ok with you dumping in him and ghosting, just ask. There! Ethics solved. Why do I need a class in it when it's so easy?" He said very proud of himself.

"I think you're…" Hunter began. He raised his finger like he had a point but had no idea what that point was anymore. He had to say something. "a bad example?"

"Thanks! I try to be at least once a day!" the dog said, mooning Hunter while wiggling his stub of a tail. He slid up a pair of panties and baggy jeans over it to complete his transformation back into the messy collage student he was outside of the dungeon. "Well, best of luck on the date. I'm reserving a sling Saturday, bye!"

"That doesn't, and I didn't agree to that!" Hunter yelled after him, but it was too late. The dog had left. With a sigh, he looked back at the last few messages Myst wrote. He wanted to meet at a nearby café. 

Zillze had pointed out one right thing, unfortunately. Honesty. He should try and be honest, as much as he could. If he mentioned running a sex dungeon, that might be too much, but otherwise, it couldn't hurt.

He decided. Give this date an earnest attempt, but the second things didn't feel right, he would leave and not drag this disaster out. He wrote back agreeing to the time and place and stopped thinking about it anymore.

---

The place stretched the definition of a café, as far as Hunter was concerned. It was a board game nightmare. Every table had games being played. Ever. Single. One. The place was packed with too many furs excited over cardboard nonsense. It was ages since he had played a board game, he wasn't against it but it wasn't his idea of a date or good time. Fighting every instinct to turn tail and run, he gave his name to a fur at the front and was directed to a table with a stack of games already on it. He looked through them but didn't recognize any of them. 

He picked up the top game to take a look. 1-2 players, 90 minutes. The back of the box showed all sorts of different cards and tokens. If they were all like this, he didn't see today being fun.

"That's a fun one," A purple otter said as he added a few more boxes to the stack. "I hope you don't mind, I picked out a few of my favorites. Maybe I picked out too many." He frowned as he looked through the stack. "You're Hunter, right?" He added sitting down across from him and only quickly glanced up at the wolf with his big yellow eyes before focusing again on the games like his life depended on it.

Hunter put the box down. "Ya, and your Myst?" He looked over at the otter trying to judge how long he had to play along before he could politely bail. Myst had overly neat combed fur and wore a slightly too tight button down shirt. The combination was not flattering at all. Like the stack of games, it was a wall between the two of them. Such a shame too, the otter was otherwise cute and his type. He even had a slight pudge to his belly that might have been adorable if it wasn't pushing too tightly against the buttons of his shirt. If he didn't try so hard, maybe he would actually be worth it.  He could see tonight being a one night stand at least.

The otter nodded, "Ya, that's me. Do we," He said, thrusting a paw across the table. What a dork. Hunter suppressed a snide chuckle. After years of direct dealing with customers, he suppressed it well.

Hunter took his paw and shook it with a forced smile. He didn't put much weight into handshakes, but didn't like how weak Myst's felt.

"So, see anything you want to play?" The otter asked.

Hunter glanced at the stack of games again. "No, I haven't played a board game in years. It's kind of," Hunter looked around, "not the coolest."

Right." Myst said, rubbing his arm and looking down. "I thought it might be fun, I feel like I understand things better when there is a game to play. I'm not the most socially aware otherwise." He said digging through the stack for something.

Hunter sighed. He wasn't mentally prepared for this.  "Look, I'm not here to play games. I came for drinks or something.  It's enough trying to get to know someone.  I rather not have to play any of these while we do.  Maybe we should just go. I don't think this is going to work out and it's just going to be a waste of both of our times."

Myst looked very worried, but still didn't look at the wolf. He held up two fingers for a second. "Sorry, two quick things." He said, as if reading from a script. He emphasised with 1 finger. "One, I don't think this is a waste of my time, I am told I could use the experience of going on dates. So any time we spend, I'm going to be very grateful for." He raised a finger. "Two, uh, two is from Bo. He said you might try to leave early if we came here. I was supposed to say something but," Myst scrunched his muzzle. "It's kind of embarrassing. Can I whisper it?"

Hunter stood up, he was serious about leaving but knew he was being a bit of an ass too so an excuse to leave on good terms. "Fine," He said. The otter slid his own chair out and circled around. Hunter was so much taller than him.  He was much taller than most furs, but Myst was short too. He had to bend down to let the otter whisper whatever nonsense Bo had told him to. He knew he should stay so what did Bo think would convince him?

"So, I started exploring myself more and was sharing some of it with Bo, and he thought it was funny, so… I squeak a lot when I play with my, Myst looked so red as he pulled away. He pointed to his tail. He glanced around. "My butt. I told him it's my 'volume knob'" He said doing air quotes. Having said his bit, the red faced otter scampered back to his place at the far end of the table and put his face in his paws.  

Hunter remained hunched over and considered what he just heard.  Bo knew he found moaning hot, and was using this vocal bottom against him, how dare he.  "That was a really dorky way to say that.  It's cute." He said with a genuine smirk and chuckle. "I'm taking that as you wanting me to find it tonight." Myst blushed and giggled nervously, maybe a bit scared at Hunter's words but not enough to say something. Hunter took a seat again. "Why don't we play one game and we can figure out the rest after." He didn't want to admit it, but it was good to know that sex was something that was on his mind, at least a bit. It was something he was more comfortable with than the board games. He could suffer through a game, maybe. Sex being brough up relaxed him, especially considering the oncoming torture.  What other surprises would he find out about this guy?

Myst relaxed too as Hunter scanned through the stack of games. "This looks pretty." He said picking one mostly at random.

"That's a fun one. It's an engine builder built around action selection." Myst said excitedly. Hunter raised an eyebrow in confusion. "It's about bird watching?…maybe not," He glanced over the boxes at Hunter before blushing and focusing again on the stack. "Let's start again, what kind of games do you like? Played anything recently?"

Hunter thought for a second. He had most recently played, "Strip poker." Myst froze. "I ran a game of it recently." It was true and he wanted to see how the otter would react.

Myst swallowed, "That works. It… sounds fun." He nervously smiled and met Hunter's gaze. "Poker, cards, I have this." He searched the pile of games and grabbed a colorful box from the middle. "It's a card game that uses poker hands. We don't… We just play for points." He opened up the box and started shuffling cards, "This time." He added so quietly, Hunter wasn't sure he heard it right.

As soon as he started to explain the rules, Myst looked more confident. He did it quickly. It wasn't perfect and Hunter got lost a few times. He tried to understand but needed some basics explained to him.  Learning rules like this he was a bit rusty on.  It didn't seem much like poker but cards, numbers, he mostly understood. 

The real distraction was the otter himself. He was more intriguing than the game. This must be why they were here. He didn't look or exude dominance, but he understood what the mindset was for communicating and playing a card/board thing. Maybe he wanted to show that skill off? Maybe he just enjoyed it and the wolf was digging into things too much. Regardless, Myst was able to pick up on Hunter's confusion several times and alter his explanation.  He was a bit overly focused on getting the full list of rules out, but it wasn't half as bad as some socially stunted furs he had to kick out from the dungeon, so it was somewhere to start. 

He smiled a lot too. Plus when he smiled, it was infectious.

Hunter sat up straighter, he might actually enjoy himself with this strange game.

---

"And that ends the game. But that was really close! You blocked here, and so I only won by a bit." Myst said, like it was supposed to make Hunter feel good. "Good game!" He held out his hand again but with a shrug and a smile.

"Well, I tried." Hunter said. He shook the otter's paw again. "You didn't go easy on me? Would hate it if you did and I still lost." He chuckled at his own expense.  

Myst took it seriously.  He frowned. "No, I didn't." The otter shook his head to emphasize the point, then started putting the game away. "You gave it a try and it's only fair you get a fair opponent. It would feel weird to not try. It's… Disrespectful? Something about honesty. No idea why, but it's why I also pointed out a few moves. It is part of playing fair as far as I'm concerned."

"That kind of makes sense?" Hunter said, unsure what he was talking about. Something else was bugging Hunter. He had to ask about it. "So, you would have preferred to lose?"

"I guess you could say that." Myst said, glancing at Hunter. "Kind of funny I guess, but ya. I always feel better knowing I made someone else happy." That confirmed to him that this otter was a natural sub deep down and maybe he didn't even know it. It was just a hunch that he needed to test and expose.

"Can I pick a game?" Hunter asked.  He was excited for the first time tonight. Gears turned as he quickly was developing a game in his head. Not so much a game game, but a social game, the kind of game that he really liked.

Without any hesitation, Myst nodded. "Absolutely, want to pick something from the shelves?"

"No, Myst, put all of those away and get me a deck of cards." Hunter ordered and much to his joy, Myst followed it.

—

Hunter cleared the table except for the normal deck of cards.  With no stack of games, there was nowhere for the otter to hide. The game he improvised worked like this:

- Both draw a card
- One of them guesses if the other card is higher, lower or equal in value.
- If you guess right you win a point.  
- Then swap the guesser and repeat. 

Myst looked concerned. "That's what you want to play? That's barely a game, it's all luck and you're just making it up," He scratches his head, then looks apologetic like he said something wrong. "which is fine, but there are a bunch of real games here."

"Yes, except I can prove it's not luck because I will win, just draw." Hunter said, drawing the top card of the deck himself. He never took his eyes off Myst.  They drew a card cautiously, like he was waiting for the twist. 

"Since it's my game, I'm guessing first. Ok? I have a 4. Tell me yours." Hunter said.

"Ok" the otter said. He looked skeptically back. "I have a 6 but-"

"Higher" Hunter said, putting down his card to reveal the 4 of clubs. "Well look at that, guess I won the first round."

Myst opened and closed his mouth a few times. He sighed, and held out the card, which was indeed a 6.

"What's this for?" Hunter said, taking the card.

Myst frowned as if he didn't know himself. "To keep score, we can count the cards after," Myst said.

Hunter shrugged. It felt like the otter accepted his little power play, and that was good. What a good subby boy, now to find more ways to tease him.

They both drew and began a second round. "I guess it's my turn. Are you going to tell me your card?" Myst asked.

"No." Hunter said with a grin.

Myst pursed his lips as he descended into a light frustration. "Lower," he said after a long pause. He revealed a 10 and Hunter a 9. "What is the point of this?" Myst asked, accepting the victory without any reduction in his frustration.

Hunter just grinned. "Play and find out. Now tell me what card you have." Hunter said, drawing a third card.

"No. This is dumb." Myst said, his face turning red.

"Not even to be a good boy?" Hunter said, tilting his head slightly.

"N-No… Why would that work?" Myst said. He held up his card to hide himself from Hunter's relentless gaze.

"So you don't want to be a good boy?" Hunter said calmly.

"I do," The otter said, looking from side to side, as if it was a big secret. "8 of Spades." He added with a grimace.

Hunter leaned in and whispered "Good Boy." Myst whined. "feels good right? Oh and equal." The wolf revealed another 8 and plucked the card from the otter's hands. He casually drew another card from the deck and leaned back. "My card is a 2. So, lose for me, good boy."

"I, I…." Myst's paw shook slightly as he drew a new card. He swallowed and muttered "Higher." Then held out the card shamefully.

"Good Boy." Hunter said. Myst looked down and blushed. He was enjoying this. Good.

 "4 of hearts" the otter said unprompted as soon as he drew another card.

"Good Boy, look at you learning what I want already. Lower. So, this is your first date like ever?" Hunter collected the cards to add to his little pile.

"I went on a few years ago, but nothing recently and not since I started to figure myself out." He thought for a moment seriously looking and trying to read Hunter. It might have been the longest they shared a gaze. "Equal?" He revealed a queen and sighed when Hunter showed a jack, but he kept smiling.

"I keep telling you, it's skill." Hunter made a show of peeking at the card underneath as he drew. Myst didn't call him out although he must have seen, "Higher and that's you coming to terms with being gay I guess?" Hunter locked his gaze on the Otter. Myst slowly nodded. Then he pushed it. "What about being a sub?"

Myst locked his lips and widened his eyes. He had a cute full body shudder. Like nothing had happened, he grabbed a card carefully . "Demisexual I like to call it, like I like my friends and have been interested in guys a bit, but it all felt too much. I didn't really explore and was fine until I felt too lonely and met furs far more ace than me. I looked inward, did way too much research online, and I decided to come out to myself. I was the last to know it seems." he said avoiding the wolf's intense gaze. "I dunno, lower?"

Hunter plucked the card from his hand and watched the uncomfortable otter across from him. He had to give it a try. "You flinched at my other question. Tell me about it." Hunter drew a card which the otter watched and focused on.

Myst rubbed his arm again and looked like he was trying to say something. Hunter waited patiently for him to continue, which he eventually did. "Yes." He squeezed out. Myst looked around like someone would overhear him and whispered, "Kink felt easier to connect with. I really really want that kind of connection, maybe even interested in being in a relationship where I'm a… submissive." Myst had started to get quieter and quieter and Hunter had leaned in to hear him, and they were almost nose to nose.

"I'm going to kiss you." Hunter said, then slowly bridges the rest of the distance. Noses and muzzles met. Myst pulled back after a little peck. He shifted around, adjusting his pants. He was quite the cute dork when he was trying to hide his boner.

Hunter leaned back. He was proud of the otter. He could just tie him up and squeeze him right here. "So connecting with kink, I accept." He said. The normal volume of it made Myst flinch. "Invite me back to your place."

Under a stream of nervous giggles Myst managed to blurt out "Do you want to come over?"

"Absolutely!"

---

"Look at me." Hunter said calmly. He was standing in a jockstrap in the middle of Myst's bedroom. When Myst said to make himself at home, he did and loved the cute otter's surprise at having a nearly naked wolf standing there.

The room was nerdy, filled with too much. A desk with a big computer and monitors, dirty laundry on the floor. It matched the energy Myst gave off. The room smelled of the otter and a bit of dried cum. His sheets were not the most clean but that was alright. Lazy cleanup from too much masturbating? Cute.

Myst took a deep breath and took in the wolf's body. He took his time. He inhaled and hovered his muzzle and paws over the wolf's fur. His warm breath ruffled Hunter's chest. Eventually, he made contact then dropped into a tight hug of Hunter's chest.

The worship was nice and a good place for the otter to start. "Take all the time you need, good boy.  Get that worry out now, let it just wash away." Hunter said, stroking the back of the otter's head.  They stayed like that for a while, until Myst decided it was enough. He looked more ready, and now things could begin. 

"Ok, so how inexperienced are we talking?" Hunter asked.

"I have watched, been in the same room as Bo once. But, this will be my first time with anyone. Starting recently, I practiced some things on my own. Mostly plugs, love plugs, but that's about it." Myst said, looking down.  He inhaled sharply, then away from the wolf's package.

Hunter's paw tilted the otter's gaze to meet him again. "It's ok. It's exciting, a big moment, something new. I want to help this be good for you.  If it's possible, we can do it.  So, what do you want to do?" Hunter said.

"Oral, like blowjobs is what porn always starts-" Myst said, until Hunter stopped him with a grip of his muzzle.

"I asked you, not porn." Hunter said then let go.

"Ok, but no judgment." Myst said.

"No judgment" Hunter echoed. 

The otter tried to look away, but centered himself and whispered "Piss on me." He flinched, then with more confidence added "And I wanna bottom, anal, then suck it after. I think it would be hot if the first dick I sucked was A 2 M." He flinched and shoved his muzzle into his paws. 

Hunter had to hide his shock. Watersports and ass to mouth. What a dirty otter, one that would get his wish. "That would be very hot." Hunter said with a grin. "Kind of expected you to say you wanted to be tied up." 

Myst gulped. "I would love to… just not first." He said.

"I don't have my rope on me anyway. But, I have a bladder with your name on it." Hunter said. "How do you want to do this?"

Myst looked back at his bed, shook his head to himself and walked towards the adjoining bathroom. "Let's do the shower in the shower, I should…" He unbuttoned his shirt. Ungracefully, he threw it to the other side of the room and took a deep breath before pulling down his pants and underwear at once. It left him in nothing but a dorky smile. He put his arms up, crossed behind his head and leaned back showing off. He looked on the verge of tears but in a happy way now, it was cute. He was thrusting out, showing off his below average sized cock without shame. It was pointy and yellow and in a sheath. "Well, how do I look?" 

He didn't look bad to Hunter.  Far from it.  He was feeling good and it showed."9/10, Dorky but cute. You know what you're missing?" Hunter said, approaching and caressing the otter's back.

"What?" Myst asked nervously. How easy he was to worry.

"My piss" Hunter said, squeezing the otter's butt. It was unexpectedly juicy.

The otter had a fit of giggles. It just went on and on, letting Hunter lightly push the dork back until he stepped into, and laid down in the short bath tub. It didn't fit him at all. He wiggled around, back on the bottom of the tub as his legs hung over him, spread apart. A paw reached up and held onto his dick. Hunter watched his yellow butthole wink.

He was genuinely so excited it made Hunter laugh.  "So piss hungry, I got-" he started to say but stopped himself.  Was he actually about to tell him about the dungeon?  This was still a one time thing, he wasn't sure anymore.  He shouldn't make him think they had a future after tonight.  He shook his head "Never mind." 

He pulled his jock to the side, letting his half hard red rocket slide into the otter's view. A small gasp from Myst confirmed he saw even at half mast how big a tool he was dealing with.  His dick was on the larger side of things, bright red and knotted.  It was a crowd pleaser.  

He centered himself feeling his need flow and he pissed out as much as he could, giving the purple otter his first golden shower (from someone that wasn't himself). He would have drank more if he knew he would be doing this. The pee was very yellow and the smell was strong.  Regardless, Myst looked very pleased.  It felt good to make him so happy.  

As the pee hit his chest, he went crazy. He moaned and wiggled in the little tub. One paw furiously stroked himself, but the other started rubbing the pee into his fur, but soon went to his maw. They licked that wet paw and sucked on it like it was a godsend. He pounded his dick harder as he savored the taste. His eyes closed, his tongue lolled out and his paw went back to spread more piss around his fur.

Hunter obliged the otter's unspoken request and drenched his face. Yellow piss pooled in his mouth.  He closed it only to swallow, but soon let it fill again. The purr of the otter mixed with gurgling. He was jerking off so hard, it made Hunter feel bad that his bladder had limits.

"Hey, if you keep it up, your gonna cum before I fuck you." Hunter said. "Sit up, and stop touching." The otter did as he was told. Even without a hand on it, the cock was twitching. He sat up, spreading as much residual pee as he could onto his fur. He let his tongue hang out again, mesmerized by the wolf's penis for a moment.  

Myst took a wet paw and shakily brought it to the base of Hunter's dick. "it's… wow. Porn really doesn't…" He said. Hunter enjoyed the otter's paws exploring around his junk. He touched it all over, but knew what he wanted, and hovered his muzzle over the head of Hunter's cock.

The hot breath felt nice on him.  He forced out the little of his bladder he had left through his hardening cock. He gripped and held the otter in place as the stream flowed into him. The lightest touch of his tongue ticked him. He couldn't help but join the otter's chorus of moans.

Myst gently sucked the tip for the last few drops. The smacking his lips echoed through the tiny bathroom. He looked dazed and drunk, then a bit sick. His stomach rumbled, he clutched it, then opened his muzzle wide and let out a long extended burp. He rubbed his stomach again, but looked pleased. With a big smile, he looked up at Hunter and wagged his rudder of a tail against the tub's edge.

"You are such a dork." Hunter said, smiling back.

"Thanks," He said, sticking out his tongue for a second. "Gods, I wanna cum so bad, but I wanna do it with you topping me like… now." He put his hands together like he was pleading. "Please? I need it in me so badly."

"Not a shower first?" Hunter said sniffing at the piss drenched otter with a grin. That thick otter fur absorbed some of it, but he was still wet. He probably would still smell like a bathroom after a shower anyway.  

Myst shook his head, splattering droplets everywhere. "Sex first, shower, maybe together, later?" He said, rushing off without waiting for a response. He jumped onto his bed, getting on all fours, and raised his tail. His formally dry bed sheets showed every pawprint he left behind. He looked back at the wolf and that scared dork from earlier was still there.  He just wasn't letting it bother him.  Mostly, he looked excited.  His tail was held up proud. His legs spread wide with his hard cock dangling tantalizingly between them, as it swayed from side to side.

Hunter slapped the otter's cheeks, as he came over. The otter moaned, then gasped. "Lube is… I might have my-" Myst rolled over his sheets, leaving them damp, as he reached for a small bottle on the far dresser, before trying to get back to where he was. He handed over a mostly empty bottle, then stuck his butt up and dropped his face into a urine soaked spot on the sheets. The unmistakable sounds of deep inhales and moans filled the air.  

Hunter looked at the bottle. It was cheap, good for beginners but it was mostly empty. "Don't think this is enough. I have some." Hunter searched his discarded pants and found it. He took the opportunity to take off his jockstrap too. Pouring from his emergency bottle, he got his dick nice and slick, and did the same to the otter's hole. He massaged and fingered the Otter's butt for a bit, repositioning him slightly. "Ok, going in in 3, 2, 1"

Slowly, at first just the tip.  Testing it, feeling out the space inside his hole. He must have tried a few larger toys (or maybe otters are just spacious). At the dungeon, he had helped, personally, guys who had never touched their hole before by giving them a crash course. This wasn't far from that, but he could feel that there was some practice, and that helped his cock slide in.  

Not that the otter hadn't been moaning so far, but it got more intense, the more cock he managed to squeeze into Myst. It felt good to hear him enjoying himself, but that did raise the question, how vocal could this otter get? Hunter pushed forward, sliding more of himself into the otter. That volume knob description was quite accurate because his thrust made Myst cry out in an adorable wail of need, then settled into moaning.  It was quite loud, especially in the otherwise quiet room. Hunter paused for a second. Maybe it was too much.

Screw it, if they were going to get a noise complaint, whatever. This otter deserved to have a good time, and he could use a good howl too. Hunter let out a low growl and devoted himself fully to enjoying this.  He gave the otter a nice slow, deep fucking. He worked his whole cock in and out tantalizingly slowly, really savoring it. The otter smelled of his musky piss and sounded like he was having the time of his life.  He had to admit to himself that he was having fun too, more fun then he had for ages. 

Hunter kept mixing things up. Small short strokes, deeper ones, then staying in and doing some short strokes there. He listened to the different moans he would get from each kind of thrust. Each was unique and beautiful. He was playing the musical moaning otter.

Not changing too quickly, he felt what was needed and started to increase his pace. Hunter reached down and held one of the otter's paws. It gripped him back. That was the assurance he needed, faster was good. Just a bit faster, then just a bit more. Each change was accompanied by more otter moans, and a squeeze from the otter's paw. Hunter reached down with his other paw and felt the soft cock of the otter. It was hidden in its sheath but leaking precum. He was in bottom land, where it was his ass not his cock that wanted the attention, but no shame in supplying both. Myst's tip was slick with precum as he circled it with a finger.  That was all it took for the otter's insides to pulse, accompanied by a stream of sticky liquid to drip onto Hunter's paw. Beautiful moans accompanied Myst cumming.

Incoherent words stumbled out of the otter.  He wasn't getting a break just for cumming and Hunter kept pounding him.  "Oh, ya, Oaaa, EEEeeaaa, Is. IIIIs, that your Knot?" He got out between moans.

"Ya, but you shouldn't take it." He said. His knot had popped free of his sheath and the bulbus bottom of his cock gently knocked at Myst's backdoor.

"You still wanna suck it?" Hunter pulled out, and the otter on some kind of brain melting autopilot turned around right on top of his cum puddle.  One of Myst's paws went down and played with his hardening dick, slick with his own cum.  He looked dazed and like the dick in front of him was the most beautiful thing in the world. Hunter looked down and saw what he kind of expected. It was his first time, he didn't even clean out, so they were lucky there were only a few streaks of brown from what he could see.

The otter opened his maw as wide as he could and took the thick dick head into his mouth. He jerked himself off and moaned into it. Hunter felt a pleasant vibration as the otter moaned. Without lifting a finger, the otter pushed himself deeper.  They got about half of it in his muzzle. He wasn't great at it, but he didn't need to be. Hunter was so close, that the Otter's muzzle sent him over the edge. "I'm cumming" He got out before cumming hard in the otter's mouth. He moaned loudly and turned it into a howl.

Cum dribbled out of Myst's mouth. He swallowed some of it down, but most got on his lips, nose and chin. He pulled back and nuzzled the cumming cock. It spread the jizz all over his face and made him look so dorky. A final big blast hit him right in the nose. He lay back and jerked himself off, tweaking a nipple, giggling as he did.

"First taste of someone else's cum. First dick sucked, and one covered in your shit and you sucked it clean. You are a dirty dirty boy." Hunter said, smiling. He grabbed and twisted the otter's other nipple.

"I… Whaaaaaaa" He screamed in pain or pleasure, it was hard to tell.  At that moment, he came again and splattered his chest to match his face. 

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Hunter woke up holding tightly onto Myst. It was the first time he had spent the night after a hookup in a long time and even If he didn't sleep much, sharing the same bed as the tossing, turning, snoring, and pee scented otter. If only it could last a little longer.  

Winding down last night was nice.  They cuddled and Hunter listened to him quietly ramble about the kinky things he wanted to try. He obsessed over things in such a nerdy way.  It was so genuine that he couldn't deny it was cute.  He fell asleep after that and Hunter followed, neither of them seeming to mind the pee smell.

They would probably shower soon, then what? He wasn't sure. His snoring stopped a while ago, and Myst was probably awake, maybe savoring this moment too.  But it has to end sometime. 

The purple dork wiggled, and gave a little stretch. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Hunter looked back at him. "Hey," he said, holding the otter tightly. He was nice and warm to hold.

Myst blinked a few times and smiled warmly, "I think," He said quietly. He adjusted himself to look deeply into Hunter's eyes. "I think I love you." He moved in to kiss Hunter on the lips.

The kiss was rough and felt like sandpaper.  The room was cold and spinning and his chest tightened. Everything was static and empty. This had been a mistake.  

Hunter got up, and left.