Fortunately, publishing my stories has given me a bit of notoriety, and with that, I discovered a few like-minded individuals with no qualms about letting their bits breathe with company around. Some can be a little… overly friendly, but otherwise most of them are a good bunch. And it was only a matter of time that one of them hosted a clothing-optional hangout.
One of the guys dropped the details and when I read that their place was only an hour away from mine, I jumped on that RSVP like my life depended on it. It felt like forever waiting for the day of the party, but I did my best to keep myself occupied. Once the date came, I hauled my ass over to the address. The moment I got there, I was tempted to slip off my shirt and shorts in the car and walk to the door naked, but I figured I'd get caught doing that in broad daylight.
So, I walked up and rang the doorbell. A few seconds later, I was greeted by a shirtless avian. He had a red face, black and gray feathers, and abs that would make the sculptors of Ancient Greece weep tears of homoerotic joy. However, his most notable feature was the plain white towel around his waist, likely to make sure the neighbors didn't accidentally get an eyeful of anything explicit.
"Are you Pah-tree-gay?" the athletic avian asked, "Or is it Pah-treeg?"
"The second one… actually," I responded, "You can just call me Pat."
"All right then, Pat," he said, moving to the side, motioning for me to come in, "Welcome to the party!"
Not wanting to be rude, I stepped inside and looked around. There wasn't really much to see from the front hallway, besides the kitchen all the way down the hall and the door to what I presumed was the living room to the right of it. Nonetheless, it seemed like a nice place. And from the sound of video games and camaraderie coming from somewhere in the household, some guests have gotten here before me.
"You want anything to drink?" the host asked as he closed the door behind me and nonchalantly plucked the towel from off his body.
As I thought, the host had nothing on underneath the towel and was now completely naked. Given that this whole event was clothing-optional, I expected that. That be said, I didn't expect him to have such a nice ass. I mean, don't get me wrong. Boy, girl, non-binary, mammal, avian, scalie, big, small, flat, toned or chubby, all asses are fantastic. This one, however, was FIT! Like, he must've been doing a thousand squats a day for that ass. And his ass admittedly wasn't the only thing worth checking out. To be perfectly frank, when I saw his dick, my mouth watered a little bit.
"I'll have a cock..." I faltered, "Coke! I'll have a Coke!"
"Is Pepsi okay?" He responded, hanging his towel on the nearby coat rack.
"S-sure… actually, do you have root beer?"
"Yup. Make yourself comfortable. I'll go and get you one," he stated, making his way to the kitchen, oblivious to the fact that my eyes were still observing the way his glutes flexed as he walked.
"By the way," he resumed, turning back to me and pointing a finger to the door in the right, "everyone's in the living room over here. Bathroom's in there on the left, too."
And with that he sauntered into the kitchen and out of my view. Having nothing better to do I went ahead and walked over to the living room. Upon entering, I was met with the sight of a dragon and two foxes, one red with purple hair and one orange with brown hair. They were all lounging about on the sofa, huddled around a fighting game on the TV. I could only see their heads, but with various articles of clothing strewn about the room, one could assume what they were (or weren't) wearing.
I approached the couch and my suspicions were confirmed. I was the only one in the room (and probably the whole house as well) with any clothes on. The dragon and the violet-haired fox were duking it out in-game, while the other fox was casually playing with his erection. There was also a particularly chubby lynx strewn across the curve of the couch, resting his eyes, also baring it all.
As lewd as the sight of all four of them was, it actually put me at ease. After seeing the host's Adonis-like figure, I was a little worried I might be the only overweight person at this shindig, but seeing that lynx in attendance assured me it wasn't a problem. Also, with one of the guests tugging on their knot, it appears that my fear of accidentally popping a boner and making it awkward may have been unfounded. If anything, the act appeared to be encouraged.
Carpe diem, I said to myself before dropping my shirts and shucking my shirt off in record time. Stepping out of the holes of my bottoms and kicking them aside, I was now a real member of this party.
"Hey," I greeted unceremoniously.
"Nice!" the dragon reacted jovially, "More people!"
"Heeeeello," the lynx waved, not even opening his eyes.
"Yo!" Both foxes answered in tandem.
"Nice outfit, by the way," commented the dragon.
"What outfit?" I asked, looking downward at my nudity.
"Exactly!" he responded, eliciting a few chuckles from the peanut gallery.
"Anyway," he continued, offering his controller, "you want next? This guy keeps kicking my ass."
"Git gud," the purple-haired fox nonchalantly sassed.
"Eh, why not?"
And so the dragon and I switched spots and I sat down with the controller in hand. As our gracious host returned with my root beer, I selected my character and the match loaded.
"Let the fun begin."
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The moment
\n\t\t\t\t\tunpopularwolfie opened this YCH, I knew I had to get a slot, because I knew it would turn out amazing... and I was right!And after me, from left to right, this piece also features
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