This story contains scenes of MxM homosexual acts. If you’re not into MxM, gay, or furry, don’t read. If you are under 18 (21 in some states) or your locality prohibits looking at subjects of a pornographic nature, don’t read. Otherwise, please enjoy.

Copyright J.T. Brown AKA Spike Foxx, 2009. Written by J.T. Brown, AKA Spike Foxx. All rights reserved. Story line, characters, creative property, and intellectual rights copyright J.T. Brown AKA Spike Foxx. Do not alter or redistribute for profit or personal gain. 

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He grunted, opening the backdoor, and trying to prop it open with one leg while swinging his free leg into the house for balance. The whole thing decided to not cooperate, and he went down with the bags in his paws with a slight yelp.

His room mate looked over with a bemused smile at the rabbit on the floor, sprawled amongst a collection of canned goods. “Everything okay over there?” asked the room mate, a wolf.

“Oh, just peachy,” grumbled the rabbit, standing up and stuffing everything back into the bag with a huff. He pulled his cargo shorts’ leg back down, which had hiked up in the fall, and successfully opened the door this time. The back door opened directly onto the kitchen, and he set the bag down on the countertop. His ears perked slightly, one always bent though. 

“Hey, Bryan, grab the door, would’ja?” called the wolf from outside.

Bryan, the rabbit, reached back over and opened it for Calvin. The wolf lurched through the door, setting the last couple bags from their grocery bags down on the floor with a loud gasp.

“Just because you’re weak doesn’t mean you can’t carry more stuff,” remarked Calvin, with a wry smile.

Bryan scoffed. “Ha, I heard that little gasp there at the end, wussy-wuffy.” They both laughed, putting stuff away. 

On the August afternoon, it was surprisingly nice, given the heat wave that had been going on the previous week. Bryan reached over the sink, opening the window, letting a cross breeze in between the window and the still-open backdoor. Calvin started to put the canned goods away in their pantry, while Bryan busied himself with the frozen items. The rabbit was secretly thrilled to be standing in front of the open freezer for a few moments.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you,” started Calvin, “one of my old friends is dropping by later today.”

Bryan turned, his emerald eyes sparked with curiosity. “Who?”

“Old college friend,” replied Calvin, offhandedly. “When we left college a couple years ago, he moved off for his career. Guess he wanted to get out of this place.”

“Can’t exactly blame him,” mumbled Bryan. The town of Haynes didn’t have much to offer to the budding college grad, except working in one of the small mom-and-pop stores, or one of the large retail chains that were slowly invading like a virus. The college was technically in the next town over, a modest community college. Bryan was also a graduate from there, and all that had kept him around was steady work at his father’s shoe and tailor store, and being able to share rent with Calvin. Slowly, he was trying to save up and move somewhere more vibrant, but he had not shared that idea with anyone yet.

“So tell me about him,” encouraged Bryan. 

“Um...I dunno, nice guy, really funny,” said Calvin. “He went for engineering, and went off to work for some big company. Said he was on vacation this week, and so were we, so he wanted to drop by.”

Being one of the last weeks of summer, Calvin and Bryan had decided to use some of their vacation time. Technically, Bryan’s vacation time was limitless, as long as his father didn’t desperately need him. Calvin had used a couple of his days from his job at the local bank, where he was a teller.  

Finishing his task, Bryan reached into the fridge and grabbed a beer, offering one to Calvin. The wolf gratefully took the bottle, twisting off the top, and walking around the countertop that separated the kitchen from the living room area. 

They had decided to go in on a modest two-bedroom townhouse together. The kitchen and living room opened onto one another, delineated only by a countertop, and the transition from linoleum to hardwood. A chair-sofa-loveseat combination was arranged in a U-shape around a flat screen, 40-inch TV they had picked up for cheap at a local out-of-business sale. One of the bedrooms opened off the living room, and the other, along with a den they used for random storage and computers, was upstairs. 

Bryan followed the wolf into the living room, opening the front door and letting more breeze through the screen door. His T-shirt rippled slightly in the wind, and his calico fur, mottled brown, black, and white, stood up on end slightly where the breeze touched it.

“Know when he’ll be showing up?” asked Bryan, sitting down in the chair to the left of the couch, Calvin occupying the couch as he always did by lying stretched out.

“Any minute really,” answered Calvin, looking at the clock over the TV. It sat on a mantle piece, which used to be over a fireplace that had long since been bricked over. Nautical items were placed up next to the clock; ship models, a barometer-thermometer combo, shells, and other assorted items. Bryan loved the ocean, and was out on his father’s bot often. He had always possessed a love for anything with the water, but especially the sea. Calvin had let him decorate the living room, since the lupine hadn’t had the slightest  idea how to go about it.

Clicking on the TV, Calvin channel surfed while Bryan just zoned out, taking a sip from his beer now and then. He was curious to meet Calvin’s friend. Except the wolf, Bryan didn’t really know many other furs anymore. So many of them had left after college; and after a while, trying to keep contact in emails and IMs became a chore. Eventually, they just stopped all-together.

“Seventy-eight channels, and not a damn thing on,” mumbled Calvin, continuing to flip through the stations. “I knew cable was a waste of money.”

Bryan smirked a bit, finishing his beer. He got up to grab another, leaving the empty one on the counter. 

“That was fast,” called Calvin from the couch. “Usually you nurse a beer for hours.”

“Guess I just blanked out and kept going,” replied Bryan, grabbing another Heineken. “Thinking about college. Feels like a long time ago.”

“Only two years,” Calvin reminded Bryan as he came back.

“Feels like a lifetime sometimes,” remarked Bryan, opening his beer and taking a sip. “I guess with your friend coming to visit just reminded me how many furs I lost touch with after college was over. I was in a bunch of clubs, went to functions, saw those furs everyday...and then just like that, don’t know where even half of them would be now.”

“It happens,” was all Calvin said, changing the channel in disgust and booting up their XBox360. “Everyone goes in their own directions after college. Start new jobs, careers, family. Making ends meet doesn’t leave many time to keep with furs that are far away.”

Bryan shrugged. “I guess. So how did you stay in touch with this guy?”

“Honestly it was just a coincidence,” answered Calvin. “He happened to still be using the same screen name for AIM two years later. Plugged it in, and there he was. He was driving in, so he can’t have moved that far away after all, I suppose.”

Watching Calvin play Call of Duty, Bryan drank more of his beer. After some prodding, he joined in with the wolf. Bryan didn’t play many video games, preferring usually to be reading a book, or working on restoring an old sailboat his dad had given him. But the game was a pleasant distraction from thinking too hard about friends that were long gone. Bittersweet memories were lost in a hail of grenades. He was glad that at least Calvin had stayed in the area. Bryan didn’t think he would ever be able to able to afford to live on his own in a place this nice.

Before either of them had realized it, an hour had gone by, both of them so absorbed in their playing.

“Whoa, already three,” noticed Calvin, setting his controller down while they were between levels. “I’m starving.”

Bryan also noticed the slight rumbling in his stomach. “I second that notion.”

They took their empty bottles with them, Calvin raiding the cupboards for bread, and the fridge for lunchmeat. He put a pan over the stove range, and set about making two grilled ham and cheese sandwiches, a favorite for both of them.

“Last two,” said Bryan, pressing a beer into Calvin’s paw. Calvin took it with a grin, popping the top. “Guess we’re going out later,” remarked Calvin, in between slugs of alcohol. “Can’t have an empty fridge with guests coming.”

“Sure, whatever fills the cold, empty spot where the beer should be,” mumbled Bryan, good-naturedly. 

Calvin laughed, flipping lunch over. He grabbed a bag of chips from the top of the fridge, taking a pawful and tossing the bag to Bryan. The two munched contently on chips while waiting for the sandwiches to finish.

Interrupting their lunch, however, could be heard the gentle sound of an engine in the driveway. Calvin smiled, heading for the backdoor where the driveway was. “I think he’s here,” he said, as he walked past Bryan. The rabbit felt a slight pang of jealousy as the wolf went past him; both for that Calvin had an old friend here, and that for the next couple days, he would be a third wheel.

Calvin opened the door and stepped outside. Bryan stood in the doorway, looking at the new visitor. He was climbing out of a Jeep Rubicon, reaching into the back for his bags. Bryan could see he was a skunk, about their same age, very tone and fit. In khakis slacks and a dark-blue button-up shirt, he looked professional and sporty. His eyes currently hid behind a pair of darkly tinted Oakley sunglasses. He smiled when he saw Calvin, and the two shook paws as the wolf approached him. Bryan’s insides just sank more. They would probably want time to catch up, and hang out. Bryan was already trying to think of a polite way to slip away.

The two came back towards the house, laughing and joking already, the skunk holding his bag in his paw. Up closer, Bryan could see he was handsome, with sharp, chiseled features. 

“Here’s my roomie,” remarked Calvin, gesturing to Bryan. “This is Jacob. Jake, meet--”

“Bryan?” asked Jake, cutting off Calvin. He took off his sunglasses, and gentle blue eyes met Bryan’s. “Bryan, who practically did my math homework for me.”

A slow smile spread to the rabbit’s muzzle, as recognition set in. “Oh, my God, Jake! Calvin didn’t tell me it was YOU coming this weekend!”

They laughed and embraced, hugging tightly before parting again, talking animatedly.

Calvin merely stood there, dumbstruck. “Sooooo...you two know each other?”

***

“I’m afraid we’re out of beer,” called Calvin, from the kitchen. “But I can have margaritas in a couple of minutes.”

Jake chuckled. “Just bring the bottle!” Bryan laughed as well.

Returning with a bottle of Jose Cuervo and three shotglasses, Calvin sat down in the chair, the couch now occupied with Bryan and Jake. “All right, where do you two know each other from?”

“From college,” answered Bryan. “It’s a wonder the three of us never hung out back then. We first hung out when I was tutoring Jake in math.”

“An engineer that can’t even handle geometry,” scoffed Jake. 

The other two laughed before Bryan went on. “We just became friends from there. I guess when I wasn’t hanging with you, I was bumming around with Jake.”

Jake took a shot of tequila and grinned. “You were always the quiet one. I had to almost DRAG you to parties.”

Smiling self-consciously, Bryan shot back, “Yeah, and you were usually too hung over to hold a protractor!”

Both of them broke into laughter at that one. “It’s too bad we didn’t all get together back in college,” remarked Jake, filling his glass. 

“Guess we’ll have to start making up for lost time,” said Calvin.

“You were always good at that,” joked Jake. “Remember Mike Carmine’s ‘bachelor party’?”

Calvin groaned. “How could I forget! After he got Jennifer Gaines pregnant, her dad literally had a shotgun wedding; and he brought the shotgun!”

The skunk turned to Bryan. “Our friend here shows up two hours late to an impromptu party we put together, and in twenty minutes had already win six rounds of beer pong, two rounds of shots checkers, and was eyeing the keg.”

The wolf smiled. “It was a good day.”

Bryan shot him a sideways grin. “I was well aware of Calvin’s propensity to put away a beer or ten.”

“Judging by the recycling bin by the door, not much has changed,” remarked Jake.

“ Now the fridge is empty,” said Calvin, taking a shot. “Go figure.”

“Well, before I turn into a walking household cleaner courtesy of Mr. Cuervo, where can we go to stock up?” asked Jake, getting to his feet.

“Liquor store down the street,” offered Bryan. “About a five minute drive.”

The skunk twirled his keys around his finger. “What are we waiting for? I drive, you direct.”

The three of them filed out to Jake’s Rubicon, Bryan securing the door behind him as they left, piling into the backseat. They backed out of the driveway and were on their way. Jake had the top off his Jeep, and the wind rustled through their fur as they drove.

“So, tell me,” started Jake, putting his Oakleys back on, “anything new since I left this two-horse town?”

“Not really,” answered Calvin. “Still as slow as ever.”

As they drove past the residential areas, they ended up a little closer to the oceanfront, which spread out on their left. Contrary to what would be expected, there were no rich areas bordering the edge of the water; most of the houses were single-story, and belonged to the fishermen of the area. Most had their own mooring not far from the house, as opposed to paying for a sloop down at the pier.

“Ever get that job at the bank, Cal?” asked Jake, as they cruised farther down in the bright sunshine that was getting closer to the horizon.

“Yeah. Even talk of manager now,” said Calvin.

“And your dad still running the tailor store?” asked Jake, looking in the rearview mirror at Bryan. The rabbit was momentarily lost in thought, looking out past the Jeep at the water. “You awake back there?” called Jake.

Bryan whipped his head around. “Oh, yeah, sorry. Waterfront just caught my attention for a moment. Was thinking about something.” Something nice, he added to himself.

“Just asked if you were still working with your old man,” said Jake.

“Yeah,” replied Bryan, pointing to the left for Jake to make a left turn, which took them towards the pier. “Not the most glamorous job, but pays the bills. What did YOU end up doing for work?”

“Yeah, Mr. Twenty-Questions, what did you run away to do?” chimed in Calvin.

“Wellllll, I had gotten an offer to work for a contract company, but had to move there for the interview process because it would take a bit. But, in the end, ended up working for a government contractor building new buildings; offices mostly,” said Jake. “Makes a nice, tidy sum.”

“I would imagine so,” mumbled Calvin. “Lucky.”

Jake grinned as the Jeep pulled up to the pier area. The main beachfront area of the town, it was where most of the activity in the town took place, next to the Main Street strip. Two bars, a liquor store, the stretch of pier over the water, a bowling alley, fish market, and a collection of restaurants rounded out the boardwalk. Jake pulled into one of the spots closest to the liquor store. Stepping from the Jeep, the three of them walked towards the store.

“Same ol’, same ol’, huh?” muttered Jake quietly, as they walked over, looking around. “Couple of years, and not much has changed.”

“If anything,” remarked Bryan, with a slight smile. He opened the door for the other two when they reached the store, stepping into the air conditioned store behind them.

“Hello,” called Jake to the store owner, receiving a curt nod from the elderly leopard behind the counter. Cal made a beeline for the beer coolers, and Jake went over to the shelves of whiskey near the back of the store. Bryan trotted along behind Jake.

“Don’t want to go over and help choose the evening’s amusement?” asked Jake with a wry smile, taking off his sunglasses and putting them into his shirt pocket.

“Nah,” answered Bryan, looking over the aisles of liquor as they passed them, “he pretty much knows what I like at this point.”

The skunk laughed, stopping at the whiskey section, looking over the selections. “How did you two end up as roomies, anyway?”

“Just sort of...happened, I guess,” replied Bryan, with a crooked smile. “We knew each other all through college, which you know now, and we ended up rooming together senior year, since neither of us wanted to live at home anymore. I’m surprised you never dropped by the place to see Calvin.”

Jake put down one bottle and picked up another, looking them over. “We usually met up on campus. Maybe came by once or twice, but that was about it.” He shrugged. “Wasn’t really a big deal.”

It was when you left, Bryan wanted to say, but what came out was, “Yeah, I suppose so.” He didn’t say anything, feeling slightly awkward with himself.

“Think I’m all set,” said Jake, grabbing a box, brushing dust off the top. “Let’s see how Cal made out.” He walked past Bryan, oblivious to what was going through his friend’s head. Bryan fell in step behind him, seeing Calvin also walking towards the counter with two cases of beer. Calvin wrung up the beers, Bryan passing him a few dollars to chip in. Jake handed his box up, the clerk ringing it up.

“One-twenty,” said the leopard, casually. Jake handed him a hundred-dollar bill and a twenty equally as casually. 

“Damn,” breathed Bryan, watching the transaction, noticing the name on the box, ‘Macallan.’

“Thought that box would sit there forever,” mumbled the clerk. 

Jake smiled a bit. “Good stuff, there.”

“And expensive,” grunted the leopard. “Must be from out of town; no one here can afford it.”

“Just as well,” replied Jake, taking his bag and putting his Oakleys back on, “gets better with age,” and turned to make for the door. Calvin and Bryan followed him, the clerk regarding him with a curious look.

“So, what is that stuff, gold?” asked Calvin, putting his cases in the back of the Jeep next to him while Jake and Bryan got back into the front.

Jake laughed, starting the car and turning around. “No, just well-aged, oak barrel scotch whiskey. Worth every penny. Figured I’d splurge while here in town.” He drove them away from the waterfront and back towards the main road, taking them to the house.

“Oh, come on, we can’t drink that!” exclaimed Bryan, looking almost horrified. 

Jake looked over and grinned. “Not without making me dinner first.”

Bryan giggled a little. “Deal.”

***

Bryan stood on the back deck, a Heineken in his hand, a spatula in the other he was using the flip steaks over. The sun was going low over a line of mangrove trees on the horizon, and a handful of stars had already begun to dot the pastel-colored sky.

Jake and Calvin were sitting at the glass table they had on the deck. Both of them were holding a green bottle as well. Jake still had his Oakleys perched on his muzzle, even though the sun was almost gone for the day. The two of them were reminiscing while Bryan doused the steaks in worchestire sauce, adjusting the flame.
“And he just threw them into the girls’ bathroom?” asked Jake, when he could stop laughing.

“Yup, he did,” answered Cal, looking over at Bryan, “pants and underwear.”

Jake grinned and looked at Bryan as well. “Guess you had a wild streak I wasn’t aware of.”

“He started it,” answered Bryan, good-naturedly. “He told a girl at a party that was hitting on me that I still slept with a teddy bear.”

That had Jake almost rolling on the floor, and Bryan smiled despite himself. The skunk took off his sunglasses to rub his eyes, setting them on the table. “Oh, man, now I don’t know which was worse.”

“Lucky for me, no one was really around when I had to retrieve my pants with all my junk hanging out,” said Calvin, shooting Bryan an evil look. Bryan pretended not to see and went back to his steaks.

After checking both sides of the meat, he called over his shoulder, “Hey, Cal, want to grab the salad and chips from inside?”

Getting up, the wolf disappeared inside, going over the kitchen and gathering things up in his arms. Bryan busied himself putting the steaks on a serving platter and brought it over to the table bringing his beer with him and putting that down in front of the third chair. “Cal! Wanna grab some forks and knives, too?” called Bryan through the open door. Cal’s head popped up and nodded.

The rabbit sat down, finished his beer, and reached into the cooler they had at their feet, so they didn’t have to keep going to the refrigerator. He popped the top off, and set it down, waiting for Calvin to come back with the silverware and sides.

“Here’s everything,” said the wolf, setting the items down and sitting back in his seat. “Ready to eat?”

“Beyond ready,” replied Jake, grabbing a fork and plate and spearing steak onto his plate. The three of them set about eating, trading more stories about college while the sun sank further over the mangroves and the moon took the sky over.

“Thanks for dinner,” Jake said between muzzlefuls of steak.

“Don’t thank me,” said Calvin, “thank Bryan. Nobody cooks a steak like he does.”

Bryan smiled crookedly, taking a swig of his beer. “Secret is to cook it, not char it.” He took another bite himself, looking out over the backyard while a gentle breeze came down over them. He stood up and reached inside the sliding door to flip on the outside lights, then sat back down. 

“Perfect night,” remarked Jake. “Can’t believe in two weeks it’ll be September. Can already almost feel that autumn edge to the air.”

“Don’t remind me,” muttered Calvin. “Far enough north enough that we’re going to get cold, but not enough to get snow; little but of luck, there. No more surfing, beach parties, wakeboarding, anything.”

Jake raised an eyebrow. “You surf?”

Cal smiled. “All the time. Got a custom, mid-size Becker.”

“Those aren’t cheap,” said Jake, putting a bit more salad on his plate.

“It was a good few months worth of pay set aside,” answered Cal, smiling self-consciously. “But, hey, worth every penny.”

Jake drained his own beer, setting it down. “I would imagine. Have a Schneider myself.”

Calvin frowned and grinned at the same time. “I never knew you surfed.”

The skunk shrugged. “Did some in college while I was still living here and going to college. Still do it every now and then, when I get the chance.”

The wolf nodded, noticing Bryan had gone quiet. “What’s on your mind?” he asked the lapine.

Looking up suddenly, Bryan just stared ahead. “What?”

Calvin grinned. “Guess you had something on your mind.”

“Nothing in particular,” replied Bryan, taking his last bite of steak. What he had really been doing was trying not to stare at Jake’s crotch, and remember he had seen the skunk naked; and Jake had seen him naked. “Why don’t you guys figure out something to watch on TV? I’m going upstairs for a minute, I’ll be right back.”

Watching him go, Calvin and Jake talked amongst themselves while they cleared things away and took them into the kitchen. Bryan could hear them while he climbed the stairs and went into his room. He closed the door and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He pressed his paw over the front of his pants, against his erection. He closed his eyes, willing himself to go down, but it persisted. Since Jake had walked up the drive, he had been fighting it down, but imagining things over dinner just had pushed it over the edge.

Jake talking about things he did in college made Bryan think; about things THEY had done together. Not just them; many of their friends. On the warm nights of summer, and even the cooler ones of spring and autumn, they had all gone to a small spring-fed lake, and gone nightswimming; skinny-dipping. Usually every full moon; bathing in warm waters by lunar light. Generally not more than six or eight of them. Mostly guys, a couple girls. The kind of thing college friends would do. Some of them were involved; others weren’t. Some became involved. Some weren’t involved after a while. Things changed; and things didn’t.

He went to the window over his bed, kneeling on the mattress and opening the window. The night air washed into the room, kissing his fur. It reminded him even more of those nights; and seeing Jake nude. Of all the males that came with them, Jake was the only one he ever had eyes for. Not just because he had known Jake before they all went, but because Bryan thought he was cutest. He worked out, and it showed; Bryan had been all-too-happy to note that the skunk still did.

The first time Jake had undressed, Bryan’s breath had been taken away, almost literally. His sculpted, taught muscle, cute face, and plump sheath had kept Bryan’s attention. Lucky for him, it had been dark and no one caught him staring. In the water, Jake moved like he was born there. Bryan would watch him glide beneath the water, the skunk’s tail waving behind him. Bryan would try to stay under as long as he could to watch the skunk; even in the darkness, he could just make out the skunk’s white underbelly and sheath.

Jake had been the first fur he had pawed off to the idea of.

Bryan had come out to himself just before he met Jake; during his freshman year. After high school, he had been a little more honest. About a lot of things. While he never felt he was ready to be honest with anyone else, he could at least be himself WITH himself. The party where Calvin had ‘wrecked’ his chance with a girl, so to speak, had been doing him a big favor; he had already been trying to think of a way to gently tell her he wasn’t interested in going back to her place as she suggested. But Bryan had still enjoyed paying him back for what Calvin thought he did.

He had hoped that maybe, just maybe, Jake would be ‘out’ at some point, but it never happened. Jake had had a girlfriend for his sophomore year, and that had been the proverbial nail in the coffin. It only lasted a semester, but had been a clear indicator to Bryan.

The bulge in his pants was still distinctly present, and he whimpered slightly, still trying to get his mind off of things. But still couldn’t. Jake had always been hotter when he was getting out of the lake. Among the cat tails, palms, and tall grass, coming up onto the bank, Jake would be soaking wet and looked fantastic. They would all lie down in the grass and stare at the sky while they dried off. Bryan wondered at first why no one brought a towel, but someone had once remarked, ‘Towels aren’t as fun.’

Of course, that had always been the reason that Bryan never told Calvin about he and Jake hanging out; in some selfish way, he wanted Jake to himself. If he couldn’t be with him, he could at least be near him. He liked when they could get out alone. Down to the beach, or dinner, movies, or just hanging around. Jake lived at the dorms, so they would always end up at Jake’s when they wanted to hang out. Bryan had always been embarrassed he still lived at home. But Jake never seemed to care. Somehow, Bryan always was afraid that Jake would go from ‘his’ friend, to ‘their’ friend, to ‘Calvin’s’ friend. He never knew they already knew each other. 

But the never did the one thing Bryan wanted more than anything; they never went to the lake alone. Bryan had always hoped, and fantasized, about it. But he never wanted to say it. It would look weird, creepy, perverted. Giving voice to it would give action to all his doubts, misgivings, self-criticism, and, most of all, embarrassment. In his fantasies, Jake was soft and tender, willing to share his body. In reality, he would probably be creeped out and never want to see Bryan again. Safety in a group let Bryan even look; solo would not even get him close to touching.

So he had gone on like that, for four years, and after a while his lust turned to a passing, and he was content to be friends. It’s not like there weren’t males here and there; but no one he was ever with for long. His first time had been on a second ‘date,’ which was a loose term for a pizza and movie at the other male’s place. They had barely made it past the opening sequence before they were making out, then undressed, then Bryan was mounting him. For some reason, he had never considered himself a top; had never thought of it until that moment. But when the panther he was with at the time had bent over the couch on his hands and knees, Bryan had just gone with it. He had been mounted himself later, but didn’t enjoy it as much as topping; and never as much as the first time.

Bryan sighed, and braced his elbows on the window sill. Across the street, more homes were lighting up as night set on. He tried to focus on those, and gradually felt his erection going away. He smiled, letting himself have one last mental image, newly refreshed having seen Jake today. And then went back to making himself calm down. 

When he had settled, he went back downstairs. Jake and Calvin were sitting around the coffee table, Calvin shuffling a deck of cards. Bryan knew that meant only one thing; poker.

“Don’t let him talk you into it,” started Bryan, with a rueful smile, “he’s cleaned me out more times than I care to count.”

Jake grinned. “Trust me, I know. Almost lost my college tuition payment to this conman once.”

“Hey, hey. This is a friendly game,” Calvin said, defending himself with mock innocence. “Just for fun.”

“Yeah, yeah,” replied Bryan, sitting down.

Jake got up and went to the kitchen, grabbing glasses and returning with his bottle of Macallan and ice-filled rocks glasses. “Now that I have had your end of the deal, here is mine.” He started to undo the top.

“Now, hold on...,” began Bryan.

A gentle pop indicated the bottle was opened. “Too late; bottle’s already open. Gotta drink it before it goes bad or it’ll spoil.”

“You’re making that up,” chided Bryan.

“Do you care?” asked Jake, pouring Bryan a glass and handing it over.

The rabbit took a gentle sniff, and the oaky scent filled his nostrils. “Not particularly.”

The skunk handed a glass off to Bryan. “Didn’t think so. Now come on there, dealer, let’s go.”

“All right,” said Calvin, “straight up, nothing fancy,” he continued, dealing the cards. “And loser makes breakfast.”

***

By midnight, half the bottle of scotch whiskey was gone and several shot glasses lay on the table, the bottle of Cuervo having been brought back to the living room. Bryan was comfortably lightheaded, and suspected that the other two felt similar. Calvin was lying down across the couch, Jake sitting down near his feet with his head back. He couldn’t believe it was after eleven; it hardly felt that late. They had played poker for a bit, and somehow Calvin had ended up losing. Jake won overall, with Bryan right behind him. Calvin had decried the whole thing, but Bryan had caught the smile here and there. He knew that Calvin wasn’t throwing it all in, which Bryan guessed had been his intent from the beginning so he they could have fun and the wolf would get up the next morning to make breakfast for them.

“I like my eggs poached, by the way,” called Jake as he went to the kitchen for more ice. “Little runny in the middle.”

“Yes, master,” mumbled Calvin, smiling crookedly.

“I could get used to hearing that,” said Jake, ice pinging against the bottom of his glass. He came back and poured himself more Macallan. “Anyone need a top off?”

Bryan shook his head. Calvin just piped up with, “I’m good.”

Jake shrugged and set the bottle back down. “Guess there’ll be some for tomorrow night.” He took a small sip, savoring every bit of the flavor. Unlike the Cuervo, this was not a drink to slam. “So, what are you two still up for?”

Calvin lifted his head a bit. “Bed.”

“Aw, come on,” moaned Jake. “Night’s barely started. We’re young, and on vacation.”

“And ready for bed,” said Calvin, sitting up.

Jake waved his paw at Calvin dismissively, and turned to Bryan. “What about you?”

“I’ll probably be up,” replied Bryan. “Don’t usually go to bed for a bit.”

The wolf swung his legs over the edge of the bed, getting up and stretching, his shirt hiking up and exposing his belly. “Well, I’ll leave you to alone to chat. Night.”

“I like breakfast around eight,” said Jake. “Light butter on the toast, orange juice.”

Calvin turned and bowed on his way to the stairs, and then disappeared up them. Bryan laughed, turning back to Jake. And in that moment, he suddenly felt very awkward. It was like he was back two years ago, and his chest was tight and his groin was fluttery.

“Now that the ball and chain is gone,” said Jake, smiling. “Wanted some time to catch up with you; just us.”

Bryan’s ear perked; just the one, as always. “Why? You came to see Calvin; you didn’t even know I was here.”

“But when I knew you were, I was that much more excited,” replied Jake. His eyes met Bryan’s; those eyes that Bryan could just lose himself in. “Calvin and I are friends, and so are you and I. I would imagine I’ll get a chance with Calvin to have a couple minutes to us. For now, it’s you and me.”

“So....what did you want to do?” asked Bryan.

Jake stared off thoughtfully for a moment. “You remember what we used to do? On full moons? Swimming?”

Bryan’s heart almost stopped. Oh my God, he though to himself. He knows. He knows I have...had...the hots for him. He’s going to call me on it, and tell me he thinks I’m disgusting. He felt his stomach drop to his knees. “Jake, I--”

“How far is that lake from here?” asked Jake, cutting him off. He turned his head to look at Bryan. “Take long to get to?”

“Um, no...not really. Actually, it’s walking distance,” replied Bryan, slowly. It was right near the mangroves the sun had set over. They had driven out this way to go there when they were in college. 

The skunk nodded. “I thought the area looked familiar.” He smiled. “I’ve been thinking about it since I left the area; more so since I saw you when I got here. I don’t know if this would sound weird to you, but...do you want to go?”

Bryan felt like he’d been knocked over; like someone smacked him in the gut. He couldn’t believe his ears; six years later, and he was finally hearing the words he wanted to. And there was only one way to answer that question;

“Of course.”

***

It had been farther to the lake than Bryan remembered; especially while a little tipsy. He was much more clear-headed now, and so was Jake, since they’d been walking for little over an hour, under a full moon. Neither of the really seemed to care how long it was taking, though. Bryan had been afraid of that Jake’s interest in going to the lake had been borne of a moment of lightheadedness. But the booze had worn off past the point of tipsy, and Jake still was walking with him. Bryan was almost wishing that they’d waited until they were sober enough to drive, but now it seemed a little late. 

“Beautiful night,” remarked Jake, putting his paws in his pocket. Bryan just nodded in return, lost in thought. The skunk looked over at him. “You okay? You got sort of quiet.”

Bryan shook his head a little. “I’m fine.” He smiled. “Happy you’re here visiting, that’s for sure. I felt awful that we lost contact after a while.”

Tipping his chin down to his chest, the skunk sighed. Bryan knew from college that he always did that before he said something very personal. “I thought a lot about this place after I left. The friends I left behind, the fun we used to have. Sometimes I was thinking about you; other times about the rest of the furs we hung out with. I almost wished I hadn’t left sometimes.” He tilted his head back up. “But in the end I knew what I had to do for myself. I lost contact with a lot of other furs, too. I always told myself that was just the way life was.” He smiled. “I was glad when I saw you here, though.”

The rabbit blushed, and he prayed Jake could not see him in the darkness. When he thought of it, he realized it was really dark. They had moved away from the streetlights and porches of the houses, and were closer to the woods now. In daylight, it was a sprawling palm and deciduous forest, filled with ferns, creeks, mangroves, and the lake. By night, it was an ebony tangle of shadows.

“I think the path was right around here,” muttered Jake, walking off the road and onto the slightly wet grass. Bryan followed him, letting his eyes adjust to the lack of light. He could make out Jake’s white headfur in the dark, and the slight movement of his shadow against the rest. Their feet shuffled across dead palm fronds and into ferns, gently rustling in the blackness.

“Ah, here,” whispered Bryan, feeling suddenly enclosed for some reason, like being in a library. He could pick out a break in the trunks of trees, his feet scuffing against bare soil where several cars and trucks had passed through here. The dirt road went about 100 yards off into the woods, and then stopped at a dense crop of trees. Bryan knew all that because they had driven down here many times.

Taking a deep breath, Jake laughed quietly. “It’s odd to be back...y’know? Smell of soil, plants, ocean surf. Feels like home.”

“I know what you mean,” replied Bryan, the two of them heading down the dirt road. He really did know what the skunk meant; he was thrilled to be back here, and reliving all these memories. He was trying not to let the images of Jake naked in, still afraid that Jake would still somehow pick up on his erection. But he couldn’t help but still be asking himself if Jake wanted to come out here for a trip down memory lane, or more?

No, he told himself, don’t be stupid. There’s no way.

Or is there?

At the end of the road, they stepped off into calf-high grass and ferns. Now able to see, Bryan was stepping around palms and low-hanging bundles of Spanish moss. “Remember when we used to come this way with everyone else?”

Jake grinned. “Yeah, I do. Sometimes we’d all already have our shirts off, if it was particularly warm that night.” He faltered a little. “I don’t remember some of their names.”

Bryan shrugged. “Some were friends of friends, some just came once or twice.” He sighed. “I don’t remember, either.”

In the dusky undergrowth in front of them, Bryan could hear the gurgling off the creek that fed off the lake and eventually would flow to the ocean. He could smell fresh water, a change from the usual saltiness he detected. Bryan heard a slight splash.

“Gah!” yelped Jake, shaking his foot off.

Bryan giggled. “Guess you’re a little wet.”

“Like I wasn’t going to be, anyway.”

Bryan’s stomach jumped a bit. He was planning to swim? It wasn’t just a trip to relive old memories after all. He tried to hide his giddiness. But it still didn’t mean anything.

They followed the creek up to it’s origin. The treeline thinned over them, and moonlight was streaking though the gaps in the leaves. They walked next to each other, pulling palm fronds away from in front of them, until they came to the lake.

Bryan pushed a final frond aside, and stopped. “We’re here.”

The lake shimmered in moonlight, glinting silver. The surface was glassy-smooth, reflecting the moon perfectly. The area around the lake was a fine dirt, a shore, of sorts, and then grass before reaching the edge of the woods.

The two of them stepped from the leaves, into the moonlight, which made the night almost bright as day. On the far side was a small cropping of rocks, and the mangroves. Bryan remembered standing amongst the roots, and lounging on the rocks before.

Jake went to the edge of the water, standing far enough in so his feet touched the lake. “Warm,” he said over his shoulder, with a smile. “Feels good.”

Bryan came to join him. It was warm, at least as much as the air around them. He wiggled his toes a bit, and it felt nice.

Splashing a little, Jake came from the water and walked around the edge. The lake was deceptively large, about thirty yards across. At it’s deepest point it was thirty feet to the bottom, and dropped off quickly. The skunk reached the side with the rocks, and started to unbutton his shirt.

“What are you doing?” asked Bryan from where he still stood on the far shore.

“What does it look like?” asked Jake, shrugging his shirt off and taking off his undershirt, tossing both on one of the flat rocks. Bryan’s heart almost jumped into his chest when he could see Jake’s flat pecs, sculpted abs, and broad shoulders. He was left dumbstruck, not even able to move. He felt a familiar surge to his groin when Jake reached for the buckle of his pants and started to undo them.

The skunk looked up at Bryan. “Gonna join me?”

Bryan fiddled with his paws, knowing his growing erection would be obvious the minute it left his pants. Walking over would buy him a minute or two, though. “O-okay.” His wet paws trotted around the edge of the lake, meeting Jake on the other side, who was now down to his boxer shorts. Bryan was all-too-aware that it was the only thing between him and seeing Jake’s sheath again.

“Can’t wait to get in,” said Jake, stripping off his boxers. And with the arrival of the sight of Jake’s sheath, Bryan’s erection came with it. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Jake’s plump sheath, and his loose balls. Perfect as far as Bryan was concerned.

Somehow, he made himself strip his shirt off and tossed it across a rock next to Jake’s. The skunk waded into the water, up to his waist, which was about as far as he could go before he would have to go in all the way. “What’s taking so long?” he called over his shoulder.

“Um...nothing,” replied Bryan nervously “I’m just...uh...nothing.” He bent over while he took his pants and underwear off, putting them next to his shirt. Bryan got into the water up to his waist as quick as he could, letting the dark water conceal everything.

Jake got into the water, submerging for a moment, and then coming back to the surface, treading water. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

Bryan smiled, still feeling as if Jake could see right through the water to his sheath. “Yeah, it does.” He pushed forward into the water, going up to his shoulders, letting the lake rise up over him. The warm water felt fantastic against his fur and skin, like an embrace from an old friend. 

“I remember when we came down here once when it was raining,” said Jake. “We all said, ‘hey, we’re gonna get wet anyway.’ Never occurred to any of us that our clothes would be soaking wet and all our cars were going to get wet on the way home.”

Bryan laughed. “Yeah, that was a fun night, but your car stank for about a month afterward. It was great though; swimming in the rain.”

Jake smiled. “Felt sort of redundant, though.” His smile faded a bit. “Been sort of satisfying coming here, reliving old memories. Some of the nicest ones I had were here. Even after I had left the town, it never felt the same. Great job, great place to live, but something was always missing.”

Bryan sighed. “Started seeing anyone?”

The skunk shook his head. “No, not since having a girlfriend in college.” He looked up at the sky. “You?”

“Some furs, nothing serious,” replied Bryan, quietly. 

Jake said nothing in reply, going underwater again instead. Bryan waited a moment for him to resurface. When the skunk didn’t, he went down himself.

The water around him was cloying darkness. If the world above them was quiet, then here was completely muted. His eyes readjusted again, and he could see the gliding form of Jake below him. He swam over towards his friend, following him in the water, enjoying seeing the cleft of his ass as the skunk swam in front of him. His sculpted muscles flexed as he moved, and he looked amazing.

Bryan kicked and tried to keep up, but Jake clearly had been swimming wherever he had moved to. Bryan wondered to himself why he had never come back here, or even gone to a pool, since college. It seemed like when college was over, everything stopped. Jake coming back had flooded him with memories of all the good times he used to have, especially seeing his friend nude.

The rabbit caught up with his friend, and they swam parallel to each other, Jake above him. Bryan could feel the current Jake’s powerful movements were making, enjoying something from Jake touching him. The two of them went deeper, Jake brushing against him as they swam. Bryan felt like he was tingling all over when Jake touched him, even if it was accidental. 

But when Jake put his arms around Bryan, it was no accident. Bryan was caught off guard, he almost panicked, but then he realized that Jake’s strong arms were encircling him gently. This is a dream, Bryan told himself, some wonderful dream that any second I am going to wake up from. But he didn’t go anywhere, and Jake’s abdomen against his back, and groin against his buttocks, made it feel even more corporeal. Bryan didn’t know what was happening, but he also didn’t care. Having Jake’s arms around his chest was one of the best moments ever.

It was like they were suspended in midair, completely weightless, spinning through space. The moon filtered down through the water to them, and let Bryan be able to see Jake’s arms, not just feel them. The skunk’s footpaws brushed against the rabbit’s, and Bryan liked the feeling of the rubbing; the contact of Jake’s paws on his pawpads. Bryan closed his eyes, feeling his throbbing maleness that was getting harder from the close touch from Jake. He wanted so badly for Jake’s paws to go just a little lower.

Instead, Jake did something better. He let go of Bryan, spun him gently in the water, and kissed him on the muzzle. Bryan just stopped, absolutely unable to even think. He closed his eyes, absorbing the moment. He didn’t want it to end; but the burning in his chest was arguing otherwise. He rubbed Jake’s belly, and they both swam for the surface.

Breaking back into fresh air, neither of them said anything, just the sound of frogs, crickets, and water dripping them breaking the silence. Bryan felt a creeping blush under his eyes, and wondered if Jake felt the same way.

“I--” started Bryan, but Jake cut him off.

“Wait,” said Jake. “I...I moved to fast. I’m sorry. I wanted to come out because when I saw you earlier today, I felt like it was a second chance. When we left college, I sort of had...feelings for you.”

“But, in college, you had a girlfriend...right?” asked Bryan, confused.

Jake shook his head, putting his chin to his chest. “Just made me realize how little I was into girls. I came out just at the end of senior year, but by then, I felt it was too late; I had plans to leave, you knew what you were going to with your life.”

“I would have said yes,” murmured Bryan.

The skunk tilted his head back up. “I know. I always saw you trying to check me out without me noticing.”

Bryan smiled and blushed. “You saw that?”

“Mm-hmm,” said Jake. “Sort of hard to miss every time you stared; not to mention you would get a little excited.”

The rabbit laughed, and blushed harder. “So that’s why you wanted to come out here? To talk about this?”

“Sort of, I suppose,” replied Jake. “I guess I hoped you felt the same way...”

Bryan moved closer to Jake. “I did...I do.” He put one of his paws on Jake’s shoulders. “I always liked you, since the moment I met you. Coming out here just solidified it. I had always hoped someday, but never really thought it would happen.”

Jake smiled and kissed Bryan on the nose. “So, here I am...you know how I feel. How do you feel about it all?”

“About what?”

Jake faltered for a moment. “Us.”

“Like, being a couple?” asked Bryan, a little surprised.

Jake gave a wry smile. “What else did you think I was telling you all this for?”

Bryan sighed. “Would that even be realistic? I live here, you live a bit away. And until today, you had forgotten all about me.”

Jake looked away. “Not...all about you. I’ve only been with one male, and it was just for a couple of weeks. I could never forget about you. You were cute, and smart, and a lot of fun to be with.” He put his arms around Bryan. “And I missed you. Tried to forget, but...never could.”

Bryan leaned his head into the crook of Jake’s neck. “I like you. I would...like to be with you. At least try.”

Jake tried to hug Bryan, but they both began to sink. “Let’s take this somewhere a bit more shallow.” Bryan swam with him towards the crop of mangroves and rocks, where the water went back to waist height. Jake immediately moved back to embracing Bryan, putting his arms around the rabbit’s waist and kissing him. Bryan put him arms around Jake’s neck, enjoying feeling the skunk’s muzzle against his, and loving that Jake was now ‘his’ skunk.

Jake broke away, smiling. “You feel a little excited.”

Bryan smiled shyly. “Sorry.” He hadn’t realized his erection was brushing into Jake’s leg. 

“It’s okay,” assured Jake. “It has been a bit since I felt someone else’s cock, though.” He rubbed his paw over Bryan’s stomach and the top of his groin, absently tracing just above Bryan’s sheath.

“You can...if you want to,” susurrated Bryan. He was afraid for a moment that Jake would withdraw, but then his paw dipped lower, rubbing Bryan’s cock. Bryan just sighed, and took a deep breath. Jake’s paw stroked the underside of his shaft, over his head and gently thumbed his slit. Bryan murred in his throat, and reached for Jake’s sheath, slowly.

“It’s okay,” breathed Jake. He used his free paw, and guided Bryan’s paw to his sheath. Bryan could feel a bulge under his paw, and let his fingers gently stroke at it. Jake whispered, “There.”

Bryan leaned in and licked Jake’s cheek while they were mutually fondling each other, feeling Jake’s erection grow into his paw. Jake’s cock hardened in his grip, and Bryan gently stroked it as he grew.

“That’s...fantastic,” muttered Jake, his own stroking of Bryan’s cock lessening as he was filled with pleasure. It had been a year since he was with a male, and he had lied to Bryan; it had lasted two days, both those days had been spent in bed with a co-worker, who requested a transfer to another facility the day after. He hadn’t bothered picking anyone up since. But what he said about Bryan was true; he had the rabbit on his mind for the last two years. He had been in denial until his senior year, and when he finally admitted the truth, it had been too late. Two weeks before graduation. It was Bryan that had actually helped him. When he saw Bryan at the lake then, trying to get a furtive glance when the rabbit thought he wasn’t looking, he wasn’t disgusted, but flattered. Flattered that a male like Bryan would want to stare at him, and maybe be aroused by him. He hadn’t had a girlfriend in over a year, and slowly he just accepted it. He let Bryan slip through his fingers, and regretted every day since. When he saw the rabbit in the driveway, as cute as ever, he knew this time he could not just let it go. That he would have to tell Bryan how he felt this time.

“You feel like you haven’t been taken care of in a while,” whispered Bryan. “We could change that.”

Jake smiled and looked down, seeing just their waists ending in the water, like the rest of them was just gone. “Yeah, it has been.”

Bryan grinned and motioned to one of the flatter rocks. “Why don’t you get up there?” He thought it was ironic that as strong and dominant-natured as Jake was, he was more timid when it came to sex.

The skunk eased himself up on the rock, sitting on the edge, his feet dangling into the water. Moss and lichen cushioned him a bit, and was surprisingly comfortable. He spread his legs apart, letting Bryan see his penis, completely free from his sheath. For some reason, Bryan had never realized that Jake had a black cock. It glimmered with a wet sheen in moonlight, all seven inches of his thick shaft. Bryan licked his lips, putting his paws on the tops of Jake’s thighs.

“Are you...?” started Jake.

“I fantasized about a moment like this,” whispered Bryan. “About being with you, having you here all to myself. In our favorite place.”

Jake his paw on top of Bryan’s. “It’s too bad we didn’t realize all of this two years ago.”

The rabbit smiled. “Can make up for lost time.” He dipped his muzzle down, and licked the underside of Jake’s cock. The skunk shivered, not with cold but pleasure, moaning a bit. “And that was just my tongue,” said Bryan.

“I think you’ve had a little more experience than I have,” said Jake, good-naturedly.

Bryan shrugged and took another lick down Jake’s cock, and then to his balls, giving them a quick tonguing and then taking them into his muzzle, rolling them around with his tongue. Jake’s balls were big and warm in his muzzle. Bryan liked the feel of them against his tongue, feeling his arousal grow even more, spreading across his body like the warmth of a blanket. Jake rubbed his paws through Bryan’s headfur, moaning a bit and smiling.

“Mmmf...we don’t have to...right away,” mumbled Jake.

Bryan let go of Jake’s balls grudgingly to open his muzzle. “I want to.” He nuzzled into Jake’s belly. “I’ve waited for this.”

Jake scritched under Bryan’s chin. Bryan smiled up at him, and then lowered his muzzle back to Jake’s cock. Jake closed his eyes, waiting to feel Bryan’s lips around his cock again. The rabbit was too eager to comply, wanting to feel Jake’s semen across his tongue. He let Jake’s cock enter into his muzzle, keeping his lips tight around he skunk’s maleness, feeling Jake’s warmth come into his muzzle, his flesh against the rabbit’s tongue. Bryan loved the bulge of the cock, the flare of the head coming first. He breathed through his nose, mindful of his teeth, and went halfway down before coming back up, and then down again. Jake’s cock throbbed against him, spasming on occasion when Bryan hit the sensitive underside of the skunk’s cock.

Jake’s head was practically spinning as Bryan worked over his cock. The skunk moaned and breathed deeply, clenching his fists against his thigh. Since the night that he had spent with another male, he hadn’t felt anyone else on his penis. He wanted to cum right down the cute rabbit’s throat, see his semen on Bryan’s face. Jake knew that soon he would have all that. Continuing to ruffle Bryan’s headfur, he couldn’t believe that just a day ago he had been single.

As he gave his new mate a blowjob, Bryan rubbed his paws over Jake’s stomach, hips, and thighs. He liked the feeling of the skunk’s fur under his paws, his fingers brushing through it, roaming back down to Jake’s balls and cupping them in his paw, fondling them while he sucked. The gentle, low moan that escaped Jake let him know that the skunk enjoyed it. His own penis throbbed and jumped while he blew Jake, but he could wait. Up to his waist in the warm water, everything just felt great.

“Yes...,” whispered Jake, scritching behind Bryan’s ears. His cock tingled while Bryan’s muzzle was around it, the warmth encroaching in on every side of his shaft and head. The heat was matched only by that rising within him. His one desire at that moment was just to grab the sides of Bryan’s head and thrust up into his mouth, muzzle-fucking him. But having the chance to be submissive overrode his need, and he just wanted to be taken care of more.

Bryan kept bobbing up and down, feeling Jake’s paw pressing on the back of his head, urging him downward. Bryan gently complied, slowly taking all of Jake’s cock in his muzzle, deep-throating him. The feeling of having the skunk’s member all the way to the back of his throat was enthralling, and as he gently kept suckling on Jake’s cock, he knew he was leaking precum, even though he couldn’t see his own maleness. He could feel himself pulsate under the water, and warmness spread along his shaft.

Jake’s cock also throbbed in his muzzle, against the roof of his muzzle and tongue. The salty taste of the skunk’s precum touched his tongue, and he liked it, closing his eyes and savoring every bit of it. The feel of fur against the end of his nose tickled, but he liked it while Jake’s cock was as deep in his muzzle as it would go. The smell of Jake’s musk mingled into his nostrils, and fueled his heat. He moved his muzzle a bit faster, rubbing his tongue along Jake’s shaft, and head, lingering on the skunk’s slit and pushing his tongue against it. More of Jake’s precum seeped from his penis while Bryan milked it, and the rabbit took as much of it as he could. Tonguing Jake’s head, Bryan could feel the skunk gently humping into his muzzle, very slowly, and he smiled as much as he was able.

Every muscle in his tingled, electrified, beyond anything he had felt before. Jake’s previous lover hadn’t been nearly as good; a little selfish, more concerned with himself. Bryan was giving, tender, loving, making Jake just feel good. He curled and unfurled his toes dangling down into the water, which tickled as it lapped against him. He looked down at Bryan, able to distinguish him in the limpid moonlight. The base of his cock was sticking out of Bryan’s muzzle, the rest of it encased in his new lover’s maw. He leaned back on his paws, bucking his hips up and extending his cock as much as he could, giving Bryan more to play with. The rabbit took it all in, kneading Jake’s cock with his tongue.

“Ooooh, yeah,” murmured Jake. “Do you...,” he started to pant out, “want me to cum in your muzzle?”

The almost imperceptible nod let Jake know that Bryan did want that. The way the rabbit was suckling and rubbing Jake’s maleness, it seemed almost like a need. Jake gently brushed an errant strand of headfur from Bryan’s eyes, the rabbit looking up at him and both of them meeting in that look; the kind of look only two males intimate like them could share with one another, eyes glittering with caring for the other, and pleasure at their closeness.

At last, Jake couldn’t take it anymore, and started to thrust up into Bryan’s muzzle. Bryan stopped dipping his muzzle up and down, allowing Jake to muzzlefuck him. The skunk leaned forward again, putting his paws on top of Bryan’s head and plunging his shaft into Bryan’s shaft, slowly, then quickly. Bryan murred around Jake’s cock, enjoying the feeling. Jake gasped and his jaw hung free, his tongue almost lolling out. Bryan clenched tighter around his shaft, precum gently dripping from Jake’s tip, spreading over Bryan’s tongue and throat again. Bryan murred again, and the vibrations from his throat brought a whole new sensation to Jake’s penis.

Jake started to hump faster, his stomach clenching inward, and started to feel delightfully lightheaded. His cock twitched and flexed inside Bryan’s muzzle. The lapine loved the spasms of his now-mate’s maleness against him. The skunk curled Bryan’s headfur up his paws, mindful not to pull too hard. Bryan gave Jake’s thigh a squeeze with his paw on top of it. Jake whimpered in pleasure, thrusting his cock into Bryan’s muzzle once more.

On his final push, his felt his balls draw closer to his body, tingling to the point of almost being numb. The feeling spread up through his shaft, to his head, and culminated in his climax, his semen exploding into Bryan’s muzzle. His cock spasmed over and over, unloading his seed into the rabbit. Bryan was surprised, but incredibly pleased, taking all of Jake’s cum down greedily. He loved the taste, the texture, the feeling of the warmth spreading across his tongue. Jake moaned as he finished, his cock giving one last spurt, and his bodily relaxed, leaving his gasping. Bryan finished drinking down Jake’s semen, licking off the last bit from Jake’s head, milking out what was left. When he was done, he leaned his head back, licking his lips and smiling widely.

“Wow,” murmured Jake. “That was...fantastic.” He leaned down and kissed Bryan on the muzzle. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“It was good for me, too,” replied Bryan, lowly. He was aware of the world around him again, most of it having been shut out while he was blowing his new mate. The sound of crickets again, nearby bullfrogs, and the disturbed ripples in the water from their recent sex. He vaguely wondered what time it was, but also realized he didn’t care.

Jake got off his rock, sliding back into the water, and putting his arms around Bryan’s shoulders, licking the rabbit’s cheek. Bryan licked back, putting his head against the crook of Jake’s neck and leaning into the skunk, putting his own arms around his mate. He nuzzled Jake’s neck and licked him more. “I’m glad you’re here with me,” whispered Bryan.

The skunk just closed his eyes and enjoyed the closeness again. “So am I,” he said quietly. He could still feel Bryan’s erection brushing against his leg. He smiled slightly, feeling how worked up Bryan was; his fast heart rate, his throbbing member, how he roamed over Jake’s neck, his breathing almost needy.

“I...I haven’t been topped in a very long time,” said Jake, slowly. Bryan lifted his face from Jake’s neck, looking at the skunk. “If you...want to.”

Bryan kissed Jake on the nose. “It doesn’t have to be our first night.”

Smiling, Jake replied, “I can’t think of anywhere better, though.” He nuzzled Bryan gently. “Please.”

Bryan closed his eyes, still feeling that any second this would be a wonderful, magical dream that would fade into the aether. “Turn around,” he said, gently. Jake simpered and slowly turned around in the water, Bryan hugging him from behind. The two of them moved as one to a slightly shallower part of the lake, the water rising now only to their knees, their erect cocks now visible in the moonlight. Bryan put his paws on Jake’s hips, sliding them up the skunk’s sides, and then back down, over his buttocks. Jake found himself getting aroused again, shivering with anticipation.

“You okay, hun?” asked Bryan. “You’re trembling.”

Jake nodded. “I’m okay, really. Just...been awhile.” He laughed self-consciously. “But being here, with you, like this...I do want you.”

Bryan squeezed the skunk’s ass gently. “I want you, too. I have for a long time.” He leaned over Jake’s shoulder and kissed him gently. Simultaneously, he moved Jake’s larger tail out of the way, guiding himself between Jake’s buttocks. He could just make out his glistening shaft pressed against Jake’s tailhole, and he felt the skunk squirm with anticipation. Jake looked over his shoulder and smiled.

“You’re sure?” asked Bryan again.

Jake nodded and closed his eyes. “Please,” he spoke softly.

Bryan was too eager to comply, bending Jake over slightly against a tight cluster of mangrove roots. Holding on tight, the skunk thrust his rear out for Bryan, sighing gently, waiting to receive his rabbit. He had really told Bryan a white lie; he had never been with someone in this way. The one male he had shared a night with, it hadn’t gone farther than a blowjob. Technically, he was a virgin, and he knew for some guys it was a turn-on, but others it scared them off; and he hadn’t wanted to find out the hard way which one Bryan was.

The rabbit was gentle, careful, tender; his paws on Jake’s hips light as a feather, his breath across the back of the skunk’s neck like a warm breeze, his voice whispering in Jake’s ear like a lover that had been with his mate for years. His cock came closer, and Jake could feel the heat against his tailhole, and he liked the sensation. It was hard, yet yielding against him, and he tightened at the touch. Breathing deeply, he willed himself to relax, like he had heard was best to do. He had played with a dildo a bit here and there; it was a poor substitute, but did get him stretched out. So as Bryan eased inside him, he could just feel Bryan’s member inside him, and he felt complete.

As Jake enclosed around him, Bryan closed his eyes and tried to moan, but no words would come. If his first time had been good, then this was beyond anything he could imagine. His head slipped in, then his shaft, all the way to his base, hilting himself. The skunk’s insides cloyed all around his maleness, and he couldn’t help his cock from twitching inside Jake.

“Unf...,” grunted Jake, “you’re nice and big.”

Bryan laughed. “Not that big,” he said, blushing.

“Mmhmm,” disagreed Jake, “big bunny.” If Bryan had to be the first person that would top him, he couldn’t imagine having a problem with that. It was better than he could have ever expected to be with someone this way; to be able to make love with someone he cared about. Not a random person from work this time; not someone that would run out on him as soon as he could, and get a transfer. He knew that if he went to sleep, with Bryan next to him, the rabbit would be there the next morning.

Deep inside of Jake, Bryan didn’t want to move. The warmth, the tightness, the feeling on every inch of cock; he didn’t want it to go away. But he slowly withdrew himself, readying for another thrust. As he re-entered Jake, it was just as good as the first time, and he settled into a slow, gently humping. He was in no rush to end this.

With each drive of Bryan’s cock into his ass, Jake could feel his insides being tantalized,  stimulated. Bryan’s cock glanced over his prostate, every touch like an electrode, and the heat of the rabbit’s maleness radiating out into Jake. He held on tighter to the mangrove under his paws, and whimpered in pleasure. The feeling of completeness, of connection, he had never experienced with another male before. Even coming out, he had never been able to take the final step and maybe find a mate. But now that the moment was here, it was better than his wildest fantasies.

Placing his paws on Jake’s hips for balance, Bryan thrust in and out, loving the tightness he was feeling. The way that Jake tautened around his base, then his shaft, glided over his head, then did it all again in reverse. His grip on Jake’s hips tightened, and he breathed deeply, in and out with the push of his cock. The skunk continued to tremble beneath him, but in pleasure, not pain. Jake’s whimpering and moaning drove him on harder, the feeling like their flesh was becoming one making his head spin. And when Jake would tighten up around his cock, he could feel himself spasm gently.

Jake growled gently in pleasure, and pressed his butt back against Bryan, wordlessly encouraging the rabbit to keep breeding him. He reached down to his cock and gently stroked himself, the stimulation in his ass too much for him now, needing release again. He murred and whimpered, whispering Bryan’s name.

The rabbit pounded his ass harder and faster now, his cock slipping in and out quicker with each thrust. Bryan came into Jake wantonly, passionately, not withdrawing all the way anymore, only coming out about halfway before re-entering Jake’s firm, tight insides. Jake moaned and whimpered his name, begging for more. Bryan could see Jake pawing himself off in the darkness, and that made another flare of heat rise within him from his groin. He loved those flashes through his body, making him tingle everywhere.

His own eruption was building inside himself again, as Jake slowly pawed himself, then faster, then slow again. Jake had never tried anal stimulation while jerking off before, and the sensation was incredible. Every touch of Bryan’s cock to his prostate was like an extra stroke without even touching himself, and he felt like nothing could ever be better than this; not just for the physical pleasure, but the emotional connection of being with someone he cared about. The two of them making each other complete, whole.

Bryan moaned, and wrapped his arms around Jake’s stomach. “Stand up,” he whispered. Jake did as he was asked, standing erect, his back to Bryan’s stomach, his buttocks flush to Bryan’s groin, the rabbit still humping his ass. His cock straightened out to it’s full length, and he vigorously rubbed his maleness. The stimulation from Bryan was already make him leak precum down over his paw. He just let Bryan lead, relaxing against his partner. Bryan was keeping his penis buried inside Jake as far as he could, making slight movements of his cock; but he was on the edge, and even these quick thrusts were making him feel like the orgasm welling up inside of him would burst any moment.

“Come on, sweetie,” murmured Jake, “cum inside me.”

“I will,” breathed Bryan, his entire lower body tensing up, “I want to.”

His testicles were numb, and the base of his cock felt like someone was holding onto it tightly. His shaft was tensing up, and his head flexed every time he moved his maleness. He was dimly aware that Jake had stopped fondling himself and was murmuring gently under his breath, wanting to be filled. Bryan wanted to let his seed go inside his new mate, officially make Jake his.

The skunk thought he was ready to burst, a steady bit of precum sliding down his shaft. He had heard of males having anal orgasms, and had never thought it was possible, but he would be happy to be proved wrong. Every bolt of pleasure wrought through him from Bryan pushed him closer to the edge. 

The rabbit was also on the edge, and his final thrust brought him over. He felt a slight spasm, twinge, and then his balls tingling as his seed moved into his shaft. A rolling tightness came with a sense of pure, unadulterated pleasure, until it reached his head and he knew he was unloading his cum into Jake. The skunk could feel the new spreading warmth inside himself, could hear Bryan’s loud groan of pleasure as he came, and felt his own penis erupt again. It was so different from his first orgasm, more fervent and intense, which he did not think was possible.

His orgasm continuing, Bryan kept thrusting slightly into Jake while his seed spurted from his cockhead. Jake howled with pleasure, his semen dripping into the water at their legs. Some of Bryan’s cum also leaked from Jake’s ass, silver in the moonlight, making light dripping noises when it hit the water. As his orgasm ebbed off, he stopped humping, just staying inside Jake while he collected himself, his chest heaving. Jake simpered and rubbed his back against Bryan, smiling.

“That was fantastic,” whispered Jake. “I’m glad...it was with you.”

“Me, too,” replied Bryan, gently hugging Jake. “I guess I should...um...let go?”

Jake shrugged. “Have to sooner or later.”

Laughing a little, Bryan withdrew from Jake, more semen leaking from the skunk’s rear. He turned and kissed Bryan on the cheek, then the muzzle, loving the knowledge he was filled with his lover’s cum. Somehow it was the best physical expression of love he could think of.

They embraced again, Jake burying his face against Bryan’s chest. “I love you,” Jake spoke softly. His stomach clenched when he said it, barely even thinking about it before it came out. The skunk felt like an idiot the second it left his muzzle.

But his fears were laid aside when Bryan replied with, “I love you, too, Jake.” He tilted the skunk’s face up to his. “I really always have. I know we’ve only been technically together for...a few hours.” He laughed gently. “But I feel like it’s been years.”

“Have to make up for lost time.” Jake smiled and kissed Bryan again. “Sun will be coming up soon.”

Hugging Jake tighter, Bryan said, “It will be the best day of my life.”

***

The backdoor opened, morning light spilling over the kitchen floor. Calvin looked up from cooking, frowning puzzledly. “Thought you two were in bed still.”

Bryan grinned, the early morning sun behind he and Jake. “We decided to go out last night.”

“Where?” asked Calvin, noticing that their clothes looked a little wet, and their fur dripping. 

“Old memories,” said Jake, stepping past Bryan and heading for the stairs to the second floor. He turned and looked at Bryan. “Gonna take a shower, I think.” And he disappeared upstairs with a flick of his tail.

Bryan laughed and started for the stairs as well. “Think I could use one, too.” The rabbit started up the stairs, almost running. A moment later, Calvin could hear water in the tub, and two sets of footpaws in the same room above him.

“What the hell is going on here?” he said aloud.

In the bathroom, Jake sat on the edge of the tub, running his fingers through the clear water that was filling the tub. Bryan stood next to the window near the tub, opening the window and letting the sunlight in. The skunk just sat, nude, and admired his mate, smiling. Bryan grinned self-consciously when he saw Jake staring at him. “What? What are you looking at?”

“You,” replied Jake, simply. “Still thinking of how lucky I am.”

Bryan sighed and looked out the window. “But you’re going home soon.” He looked over at his mate. “What will we do then?”

Getting up without a word, Jake came over to the rabbit, and put his arms around Bryan’s shoulders. “We’ll make it work. You’d be surprised how quick I could a transfer.”

Bryan looked back at him. “I guess I could always be ready to move.”

“So, see? It’ll work out someway,” whispered Jake, squeezing Bryan’s shoulders. 

The rabbit smiled, and licked Jake’s cheek. “So many things changed even in just a couple years.”

“I know,” said Jake, quietly. “Some things always stay the same thing, though. No matter how much time passes, or where we go, I’ve always loved you, and always will.”

They kissed again, and he knew Jake was right; it would work out. He loved his mate, and Jake loved him. Now that they had been reunited by a stroke of fortune, Bryan would never let go of him. And they would have many sunlit mornings and late-night swims ahead of them.

END
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“Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
The photograph on the dashboard, taken years ago,
Turned around backwards so the windshield shows
Every streetlight reveals the picture in reverse
Still, it's so much clearer
I forgot my shirt at the water's edge
The moon is low tonight

Nightswimming deserves a quiet night
I'm not sure all these people understand
It's not like years ago,
The fear of getting caught,
Of recklessness and water
They cannot see me naked
These things, they go away,
Replaced by everyday

Nightswimming, remembering that night
September's coming soon
I'm pining for the moon
And what if there were two
Side by side in orbit
Around the fairest sun?
That bright, tight forever drum
Could not describe nightswimming

You, I thought I knew you
You, I cannot judge
You, I thought you knew me,
This one laughing quietly underneath my breath
Nightswimming

The photograph reflects,
Every streetlight a reminder
Nightswimming deserves a quiet night, deserves a quiet night”

--”Nightswimming,” R.E.M.
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