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I arrived in the state of Washington around mid-morning, luggage in paw as I stepped off the terminal and marveled at Emerald's skyline during the day. According to weather forecasts, it wouldn't rain like it normally did until later after sunset, so I planned on enjoying everything Emerald's downtown locales had to offer without the need for an umbrella.

My hookup for the early evening was a pine marten who desired anonymity. He went to graduate school, but it wasn't until recently that he discovered his latent homosexuality after a brutal breakup with his ex-fiancé. She dumped him because he tried bringing up this discovery to her for advice, only for it to go horribly wrong. Although he did have experience with women, he was a complete virgin with men, and wanted to experience them for himself with no strings attached.

When I visited his apartment later that night (after enjoying Emerald's landmarks all afternoon, and even taking some pictures atop the Space Needle), it became clear I needed to take the lead. The nervous pine marten--about half my height, half my age, with blue eyes and brown-black fur--clearly didn't know what to do, or more likely watched too many porn videos. To start off, his blowjob skills were amateur at best. Yet I didn't mind. This was the first time he ever got to taste cock, so who was I to be disappointed in him wanting to simply explore? I didn't object to letting his paws roam curiously all over my crotch, groping my hips, butt, glutes, muscular stomach and eventually my shaft growing at his attention.

Eventually, the pine marten got completely undressed and lay face down on his bed. His ass was so small, but looked so supple, pert, and delicious to taste. The way it firmly wiggled in my direction made my canine tail wag like a ravenous predator about to bite into a meal. I desperately wanted to take a nibble at one of the pine marten's cheeks. Take a chunk from it, if only a little. The thought of it tasting like a pine-scented peach made a giggle suddenly escape my drooling chops.

The pine marten raised his head up. "What's so funny?"

I knelt closer. A subtle sniff made me catch the faintest smell of leaking marten precum coming from below that adorable taint, mostly hidden beneath rose-scented cologne and wafts of once-soapy fur permeating from his clean backside.

Another sniff led to me chuckling again, and I quickly remarked, "Absolutely nothing at all."

My canine tongue lapped at the underside of his scrotum and slowly licked upwards past his sensitive taint. It made the young lad shiver, then tremble when I tasted his tailhole. Cleaned and prepared to perfection just for me. No traces of perspiration or pine marten musk to be found. Only delicious innocence.

Eagerly, the flexible tip of my tongue probed his unspoiled anal ring. Choruses only a virgin could sing echoed throughout the empty apartment, more so when I kneaded each cheek to spread them wider, and my cold nose tickled his crack.

"Oh fuck...fuck me..." He breathed deeply each time my tongue spread him wider.

I tongued him further and further. I pleased him in oral techniques not even his ex-fiancé likely knew, making the smaller mammal writhe on the bedsheets as I held his tail up and dined on his anal ring. And dined on it, I did. I treated it like A wonderfully cooked meal from a luxury restaurant somewhere across the world, savoring each tasty morsel.

All good meals needed to end though. Afterwards always came the creamy dessert.

"You doing good?" I asked the marten, who replied with a nod. "After I'm done giving you the best fucking of your life, you'll never want pussy again. Only real men like me."

As he mulled over my words in a lustful haze, I gently turned him over onto his back, finger still inserted inside his anus. The nameless marten stared up with paws limp and begging for more, making me smirk as I pulled myself out. Rather than give another finger, I lined up my member to his prepared, quivering hole.

"Look at me," I whispered, then a lot more firmly, "Look. At me. I will not hurt you, so tell me if it's too much. Alright?"

The pine marten meekly nodded. "A-Alright," he quavered in anticipation.

"Good," I huffed as my cockhead aligned to kiss his entrance. He trembled further, whimpering beneath me. The rational side of me still asked, "Are you sure about this? Are you sure you want me to be the one?"

I loved virgins. I loved breaking them in as much as I loved introducing them to unfathomable pleasures of homosexual sex. I loved the noises they made and how tight they usually felt around my shaft. However, being a man whore didn't mean I wasn't aware of or appreciated how important the first time could be. The pine marten glancing up at me didn't want me to know his name, so I still felt the need to ask if he truly wanted his virginity taken by a complete stranger.

He merely gripped tighter on both my arms holding me up. "Please," he said between deep pants of breath. "Please...I've already waited so long."

My tail swished through the air behind me. "As you wish then."

I slowly bucked forward without breaking eye contact. I watched it as his face faintly contorted at the sensation of being prodded until a subtle push led to his eyes suddenly widening. Intense warmth surrounded my dogcock while the marten grit his teeth together, but he didn't tell me to stop. I helped distract him from further discomfort by using my thumbs to tease his perked nipples, rubbing, and flicking them with each small dick thrust. The combined sensations alone were enough to help me hilt inside him. It left him panting and out of breath alongside an incredibly hard erection that looked ready to blow at any moment.

I pulled out and went back in. He arched his slender stomach into the air. A lone tear ran down his left eye, and I slowed myself until he suddenly lurched upward to give me a sloppy kiss. He begged me to go harder. How could I not oblige?

The marten's apartment soon filled with the ambience of proper fucking; gasping, grunting, squealing, whimpering, growling, squeaking bed frames, slapping hips, cries of ecstasy, cries of climaxing, plus at least one loud bark when I finally came inside him half an hour later. For him, a spectacular half an hour later.

The glowing pine marten let me use his bathroom afterward, as well as made a sandwich like a lovestruck schoolgirl. As I graciously ate the provided meal, I'd worried if his previous 'no strings attached' request had turned into a crush, only for him to wish me a good night afterward. He didn't even ask for a phone number or any contact information from me, which was for the best. Of course, the pine marten deserved a loving boyfriend after such hardship in a previous relationship, but it couldn't be me. He deserved better.

***

The next day, I checked out of my hotel room and stopped by a dealership. I rented a Fjord cross-country truck with four-wheel drive, comfortable backseats, parking cameras, as well as a beautiful magenta paint job. The best part? The dealer I was renting it from allowed me to use it for one way travel, with their other dealership being based in Maryland.

"So, where are you going, stranger?" the vulpine dealer asked.

"Everywhere," I proudly proclaimed. "Wish me luck!"

If I was going to travel to each American state, then I planned to go in style. So, I placed all my luggage into the backseat, stepped inside, and turned on the engine. Time to hit the road!