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Better than to accept some random guy's offer to lend him swimwear, after he realized he'd left his own pair home. How else was he going to swim though? The local gym, that also had a swimming hall built to another wing,didn't allow skinny dipping, so that was out of the question. He'd already been ready togive up on a relaxing, after work-out swim in the pool, when a random patron, a fox, had overheard the shark complaining about his mishap, to his beefy deer boyfriend.
The fox had been quite friendly at the start, introducing himself as Palmarian and handing over the extra swimwear with a friendly smile on his face. However, a grin could be seen creeping onto the fox's muzzle as he watched the shark stripping down, exposing his naked body for a few short seconds, and then covering up the most private parts with those red trunks. Perhaps, what added to that smug grin, was the fact that the fox could easily see the shark's buck boyfriend checking him out. Those green eyes drifting up and down the fox's body, clad only in a purple, visibly bulging jockstrap.
“You really don't seem to be packing much.”
Came the rather... blunt remark, out of the fox's mouth. One that caused Duke to arch a brow at the sudden shift in the vulpine's tone, as well as causing the shark to glance down, at Palmarian's own package. It... really didn't look all that much bigger than his. Maybe an inch bigger? Two at the most? Maybe? Definitely not so much bigger than one could tell it with a simple glance.
“Pff, as if you're packing all that much more, foxy.”
The shark retorts and he was more than ready to leave it at that. More than ready to go ahead and enjoy the rest of the day with his boyfriend, when Palmarian spoke up once more.
“Yeah?You wanna compare?”
That... was a first. Duke had both heard and seen some weird stuff happening in the locker rooms, but someone wanting to compare dick sizes with him at a public place like that? Was the fox actually serious? Not like it mattered. He wasn't going to give this guy's ego an unnecessary boost... or so he thought, before third voice in the room joined in.
“Oh, come on, Duke! You got this guy beat with your sea serpent! Hands down!”
That voice, belonged to the shark's boyfriend, leaving Duke no doubt wishing that the buck would have just kept his mouth shut. Even more so, when the deer proved himself unable to do so and even continued.
“I can measure you two. I mean, I don't have a measuring tape, but you know I have a keen eye for these things, hon.”
Duke... really didn't. He had no idea why his boyfriend would say such things. Any of it! Sure, there was apossibility that Palmarian was more of a shower than a grower, but Duke just really didn't want to compare dicks with a random guy to begin with, regardless of who was bigger. It seemed however, that his boyfriend had already made up his mind as when the shark went to closer his locker and then turn towards the two, the deer was already down on his knees upon the smooth, hard floor, dressed in nothing more than his own yellow jockstrap.
“Oh, come on! Are we really doing this?!”
Duke practically shouts, annoyance obvious in his voice and glaring at the fox with an icy look in his eyes, looking half-past ready to clobber the vulpine for leading them into a situation like this. Not that it seemed to intimidate the fox one bit, whose grin was only getting wider now that he had the buck down on his knees, staring at his bulge.
“Take a seat, shark boy. You'll get your turn soon enough.”
Palmarian's cocky words only annoyed the shark further, which definitely showed on his face, but surprisingly, he did as he was told. Backing up and planting his ass upon the nearby bench, obviously justhoping this would all be over soon and he and his boyfriend could carry on with their day. Before that though, he had to watch his boyfriend reach out his hand and slowly wrap it around the vulpine's jockstrap clad junk.
“Damn, it's heavy...”
Came a gasp from the buck as he bounces that fat, vulpine bulge upon his palm, feeling it's weight, shape and size through the thin fabric of the jock. Despite what he'd said about his shark lover's “sea serpent”, he sure seemed to have hard time tearing his eyes off Palmarian's hefty package...