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The apartment of a certain pair was a complete mess, as usual. Home to a pair of carefree friends with benefits, the place reflected their nature. Empty snack boxes and bags lay on the floor, especially around the couch. A mess of crumbs covered the small table in front of it. And the entire place stunk heavily of cheap weed and body odor.

Already lost in each other's presence were Timon and Pumbaa. The pair were a couple of college students that spent more time fooling around than actually going to class.

At the current moment, Timon was running his hands along the pudgy body of the sweaty warthog. His nose was pressed to the red fur, taking in huge whiffs of the stink that clung to the hog's body. In response he moaned and felt his cock straining between his legs.

Small chuckles came from Pumbaa. He was sitting on the couch, completely nude with his legs spread wide. While Timon was feeling up his body, the warthog was taking puffs of a joint while watching TV, completely enjoying himself. After all, it was bath day.

Their version of bath day was completely different compared to most. Once Timon did enough feeling and sniffing, his tongue came out to lap over Pumbaa's chest, already getting the strong bitter flavor of an unwashed male. He kept licking, using just his tongue to clean up the sweat and grime that built up underneath his best friend's pelt.

Small hums of comfort came from Pumbaa, feeling the warm tongue swiping at his body in various spots of his chest. Of course it wasn't a proper or detailed bath. But they both got something out of it. Timon was already moving onto the next place of interest, getting underneath Pumbaa's arm. He pushed his face into the sweaty pit and immediately started to lick at the thick hot pit hair.

The taste of sweat was even stronger and the stink was getting rubbed into his face while it moved along, aiming to lap up every bit of sweat that he could find. Timon's moans were muffled but it was clear to see how much he was enjoying himself, from his twitching cock and his tail that was wagging back and forth like a dog's.

Pumbaa groaned some from the warm caress of the pink muscle gliding along the curvature of his pit. He could feel the old sweat and grime being steadily cleaned away. It still remained wet from the meerkat's spit thought. Timon's mouth was watering as he took in the strong taste and smell at the same time. It was intoxicating and addicting. Getting just a bit got him hooked and left him wanting more.

He took on the second pit with the same amount of enthusiasm, licking and sniffing hard while Pumbaa kept it lazily lifted. In any way he could, Timon worshiped the unclean area, letting the strong reek haze his mind and the bitter flavor coat his tongue. An odor that would have made someone else gag was his heaven, something he was eager to keep his face buried in. When the space was clean enough, Timon moved on.

His muzzle was drifting further down, giving plenty of licks and kisses to the warthog's belly. Some more gentle rubs were given to, feeling the warmth radiating from the soft gut. Pumbaa was certainly pleased, letting out some hums of enjoyment, feeling the smaller hands giving attention to the area. Timon's hands had especially combed through the thick trail of hair that led further down. The dense treasure trail eventually led him to the warthog's crotch.

Getting on his knees, Timon was staring down the package sitting between the thick pair of thighs. The first thing that stood out was the fat and heavy pair of hog balls. They were hairy, sweaty, and had a heavy musk clinging to them. Both balls were huge and full of hot smelly cum. Running his hands along the sack allowed the meerkat to feel the heat that radiated from them.

But the true object of Timon's desire was the warthog's cock. It wasn't very long but made up for that with thickness. Holding it and pulling the fat foreskin back exposed a layer of yellowish white. A strong stink hit his nose when it was introduced to the open air. But Timon's mouth watered even more. The dirty hog had a talent for making some thick and rank headcheese.

Wasting no time, Timon began to lick at the length, not even wincing from the powerfully tart tang that shocked his taste buds. Instead he was already trying to get more. Pumbaa began to moan deeper, feeling the tongue digging into foreskin, cleaning away the congealed fluids; a mix of all his precum, piss, and cum that had been too lazy to simply wipe away. Timon did that for him, and was clearly loving it.

Muffled moans could be heard from the lips that wrapped around the dirty tip. Pushing his head down, Timon's tongue still sought out more rank smegma, having the goal of cleaning it away. It wasn't so hard for him to take the entire length into his muzzle, sucking the cheesy stuff from the cock's folds. The tip of his tongue dug back inside to clean up any that he had missed, all while bobbing his head up and down.

Pumbaa gripped the arm of the couch, feeling the pleasure build. Timon's smooth tongue not only cleaned his grime away but it felt amazing too. He was glad to have a friend who wasn't afraid to get all dirty. The meerkat's head began bobbing faster and Pumbaa clenched his teeth, snorting hard as he came.

Thick ropes of musky cum began to pour into Timon's mouth, being pushed out by the huge balls that churned hard. He swallowed down the big loads, feeling the thick cream running down his throat and filling up his stomach. It was already so much and Pumbaa was still cumming. Being too much to keep up with, Timon pulled his head off and started jerking the shooting cock, letting the mess of cum rain down on his head and face, marking him in the warthog's strong smell.

Pumbaa sighed deeply when it was all over, feeling much cleaner and satisfied. Timon was satisfied as well but was happy being dirtier than when he started. Not even cleaning off the cum, he climbed back onto the couch and was handed the blunt, picking up exactly where they left off.