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The water poured over Jacob's long hair as his shower speaker played ska music, his smile wide as he dragged a loofah well soaked in hemp based body wash over his fur, down his slender chest and stomach, and around to his rear. A necessary step in typical hygiene the otter was perhaps too familiar with, commonly finding himself cleaning evidence off his personal parts, keeping his stallion boyfriend oblivious, and enjoying the thrills of adultery. But not tonight, tonight he had to show the horse love, it's not like he didn't enjoy Bale, or love him, his cheating was a thrill, not out of spite, and the dinner reservations at Micano's downtown, the best eatery in town, definitely added to that love tonight. As he turned off the water and stepped from the shower, water dripping off his resistant fur as he placed a towel around his head, he smiled as he picked up and unlocked his phone.

"You actually gonna be on time?" Asked a text message from Bale, Jacob shrugged to himself and tapped a quick "Its free food you doofus, hell yea I will ;P" in reply, walking completely naked from the bathroom out to his living room. The living room was the typical of a stoner, the beanbag chair whooshing air as he plopped into it, his outfit for the date laid out on the coffee table, a black polo shirt and matching slacks, the best possible option for the night, the price tags still hanging off the sleeve of the shirt bought just for the occasion. As he looked at the shirt, he licked his lips, picking it up and pulling off the price tag, chuckling mischievously to himself, as he reminisced it's origin.

--Three days prior--

"I think it looks fine, quit worryin' so much" Bale said to his mate, rubbing his hands over the otter's shoulders as he held the black shirt outward. "You sure? I feel like a fuckin' prep in this kinda stuff." Jacob said, looking over the polo with both distaste and curiosity. "I'm sure, go try it on if ya don't believe me." Bale said with an encouraging motion toward the fitting rooms. As the otter grappled with the idea of wearing that shirt, he felt a twinge in his loins, there it was. "Fine, but I ain't wearing this conformist crap out of the date." Jacob said, walking toward the fitting rooms, the shirt in one hand, his phone in the other.

"On the way, need new hat anyway." The message read as Jacob entered the fitting room booth, locking the door, checking his phone screen and replying "Hurry, longer is sketchier~" After making sure the door was firmly latched, Jacob unbuckled his cloth belt, slipping his cargo shorts down to his ankles and kicking them aside, sliding his tank top up and off his frame, and finally kicking off his boxers to join the discarded clothes in a pile, the black polo hanging on the door hook. Roughly four minutes passed from the moment that Jacob had found himself entirely naked in the fitting room, to when another message appeared on the screen of his phone "Which booth" "#4" "Open it"

Jacob unlatched the door lock, quickly opened it, and looked around, he could even see the white mane of his equine mate looking over suits on the far corner of the store, as he allowed the bear into the booth with him, and re locked the door. "This is a new one, fitting room, very fun." Victor said, his large bear hands gripping a hold of the naked otter, pushing him down to his knees. "You know it, oh, you holdin?" Jacob asked casually as he was undoing Victor's fly, smirking up at him, the bear groaning both pleased and humorously as he reached into his jacket pocket, handing Jacob a bag of marijuana. "Always am for you, whore." Victor said encouragingly, the otter tucking the bag of weed near his discarded clothes and fishing the bear's already hardening cock from his pants.

Victor looked through the slots of the door, knowing that should anyone walk by the sound of his growls and moans would be obvious, he would actually need to keep it quiet this time. Jacob however, as usual, was too enamored with the thick, pulsing shaft of his endowed bear friend, which he eagerly leaned into, first letting each of the ten inches brush over his soft, furred face, before licking from the balls to the tip. "Nhhh, yummy~" Jacob teased, his tongue travelling back down the length of Victor's now fully erected cock, the bear keeping himself silent, his body leaning back against the partitioning wall of the fitting room, surrendering to the otter's skillful oral embrace. "That is the way. Suck me." Victor said, encouragingly placing his hand on the Otter's head, his mouth engulfing deeper around his cock, holding back a pleasured grunt as he felt the mated mouth so calmly slurping around his cock.

Jacob's own shaft had grown to life and was in his left hand, being stroked slowly as he slipped the throbbing Grizzly cock to his tonsils, groaning around it in a heated moan, the risky setting simply making it taste even better than the first time he had slid it down his cheating throat, even better than at the fair, or while Bale was asleep, this was the ultimate risk, short of getting fucked up against the checkout lane. Victor however was nervous, his cock was no doubt loving the oral treatment of the otter slut, it always would, nobody gave better head than Jacob that he had met, but not worth being jailed or fighting over, he felt his balls contracting, his orgasm wouldn't take long in the wet, warm, talented mouth, but he also knew taking his time would land them both in hot water. Jacob looked up and smiled as he slapped the saliva coated, pulsing bear cock on the bridge of his snout on his face, calmly whispering "Relax, big guy, and just fuck my throat." as he closed his mouth around the tip, bent his head back, and audibly relaxed his throat with a hum.

Victor, unable to resist that glare, and offer, pushed his large hips forward, driving his cock deeply down and past the tonsils of the adulterous otter, his hand claws digging gently into the otter's long hair as he did, pushing his pre leaking shaft deeply as he could muster into the silently, wetly gagging otter's throat. Jacob's hand picked up the pace, stroking himself faster as pre spurted from his excited tip, his eager throat filling with the bear's meat, his body shivering in excitement and the flavor of salty Grizzly precum leaking down his throat sending him into nirvana, as he began to push his head forward, allowing Victor's cock to root itself deeply inside, the soft musk of his chubby yet muscular Russian abs filling his nostrils as the fur tickled them, his eyes filling with tears, his breathing harder.

Victor growled, unable to resist as he gripped tighter on Jacob's head, panting, the cheating mouth milking him perfectly, as he suddenly felt his member quake. "I am going t- NNGH!" Silently exclaiming, his teeth baring as he pushed Jacob's head down harder, his balls emptying as a geyser of bear semen down his accepting throat, not a drop hitting his tongue as Jacob's throat flexed over the pulsing, cumming shaft. Jacob continued stroking his cock, more intensely as he felt the pulsing shaft in his throat block his breathing, the warmth of the hot ropes oozing down his throat sending him further into his masturbation, his body quivering as the otter's other hand slapped upward to the bear's heavy nut sack, fondling and gripping, refusing to finish until the bear has. Victor finishing the most risky, intense orgasm he can remember having, patted the long haired head of Jacob as if to give him permission, and nodded, his shaft slowly snaking out of the Otter's mouth and throat.

As the slick ursine shaft slid from his throat, Jacob began to spray his own hand with a far smaller, but no less enjoyable orgasm, being on his knees on the chilly, tiled floor, coating his hand and the floor in his splattering, cheating cum, he coughed loudly and caught the cum in his mouth as he did, panting and giggling up at the bear as he was kneeling in his own semen and saliva. Victor stayed silent as he nervously gripped the wall with one hand, and his body quivered in the slow comedown of the orgasm, just as he was about to reply, a pair of black pant legs flew over the top of the door. "How's it look?" Bale asked, his eyes not on the door, instead on the suit he was holding in his arm, appraising it, as he asked behind him. "Oh uh, heh, uh, I'll show you in a bit babe...Pants?" Jacob asked, slowly getting to his feet, firmly glaring at Victor with a look that clearly said "Shut up."

"Yeah, I figured a shirt's pointless without pants." Bale replied. "I'll try em on, babe." Jacob said, needing a reason to dismiss his mate, he softly sighed "Babe did I leave my necklace in the car? I wanna be sure it works with this dog collar ass shirt." "If I wanted you in a collar I would." Bale said, with a faux dominant tone, not aware his Russian competitor had firmly just dominated his boyfriend mere inches from where he stood. "But I'll go check." As the audible hoof clacks walked away from the door, Victor had already placed his softening cock back into his pants, and unlocked the door. "A collar would be very nice on you." He said, as he smiled to the otter, leaning in and kissing his lips. The two kissed, deeply, amorously, adulterous, as they pulled apart, Victor simply said "Call on me." and walked out of the booth, and even held the door open for Bale as he re-entered the store, as a kind gentleman does.

As Bale checked out the items and smiled to Jacob, enjoying the view of his long haired, loving mate in the outfit, envisioning the date, his oblivious mind didn't seem to notice, the Otter's hair had a very clear streak of bear precum, caked to the left side of his bangs.

--Present--

As Jacob dressed into the outfit once again, the first time since then, he made sure to remove any tags, and walked to the front door, opening it and jumping back with a terrified yelp as he was greeted by Victor, leaning on the outside railing, a cigar in his lips as he smiled. "W- What are you doing here, you didn't text!" Jacob said, calming down as he playfully batted the bear's arm. "I surprise you, I knew you would like before date with him." Victor replied, undoing his belt as he walked a step toward Jacob, smirking. "I have to go!, we have reservations and shit!" Jacob whined, placing a hand on Victor's chest, the bear simply chuckling. "You want me to leave?" "I didn't say that, just, fuckin' hurry..." Jacob said, pulling the bear by the hand into his apartment, and shutting the door.

He was always late, Bale will understand...