Davis

Davis and I go way back. We met in college on the wrestling team. He pinned me during tryouts, and we clicked right after. Davis acts like a total jock: pumps iron every day, chugs protein shakes, and talks smack during games. He oozes hormones without a clue. The guy flexes in mirrors, jokes about his cock size in the locker room, and struts around like sex follows him everywhere. He never notices how his comments make dudes shift in their seats. We hang out all the time - gym sessions, beer runs, late-night video games. I crash at his place when my roommate snores too loud. He treats me like a bro, but his vibe always simmers with that raw edge.

Tonight, the summer heat sticks to our fur like glue. We stroll through the city streets after grabbing gelato from that corner stand. I fan myself with a napkin as we find a park bench under the skyscrapers. We plop down, cones in hand.

"Fucking hell, dude" I say, licking vanilla off my lips. "It's hot as fuck tonight!"

Davis grins, his blue eyes sparkling in the city glow. He shifts on the bench, legs spread wide. "Want to make things hotter and add some flavor to your gelato?"

I turn my head, ready to laugh at whatever dumb joke he cracks next. But there he sits, shorts tugged down just enough. His thick cock stands hard and slick, a string of pre dangling from the tip. That smug stoat face beams like he offers me a high-five.

I choke on my bite of ice cream. Cold chunks hit my throat wrong. I cough loud, face burning red. Blush spreads from my cheeks to my ears. Davis just chuckles, hand still gripping his balls. "What? It's natural, bro. Try some."

I pound my chest to clear the airway, eyes watering from the shock. Davis leans back, his cock still out in the open air, throbbing with each heartbeat. He wipes a drop of pre from the head and sucks it clean, like he tastes his own sweat after a workout. People pass by on the sidewalk, but the bench hides us in shadows. His tail flicks behind him, casual as hell. "Come on man, you act like you've never seen a dude handle his dick before. We shared showers back in college."

I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, the gelato dripping down my cone, forgotten. Davis pumps his shaft once, slow and firm, more pre beading at the slit. He catches it on his thumb and holds it out to me. "Mix it with your vanilla. Salty sweet, bro. Best combo."
I stare, cock stirring in my shorts despite the surprise.

Part of me wants to punch him for the tease, but the rest aches to grab his balls and see what happens next.

I lean in, mouth open, and wrap my lips around it. Salty tang hits my tongue first, mixed with his musky scent. I suck gentle, swirling my tongue to clean every drop. His eyes widen a bit, but he keeps that cocky grin. "Fuck yeah, bro. Tastes good, right?" His cock twitches in his grip, more pre leaking out as he watches me.

I pull back, licking my lips. Heat floods my body, cock now hard against my shorts. Davis strokes himself faster, hand slick. "Your turn to add flavor" he says, nodding at my lap.

I fumble with my zipper as I free my cock, throbbing hard in the warm night air. Davis eyes it, grin widening. He leans in close, breath hot on my fur. His tongue darts out, lapping the pre right from the tip. Wet heat envelopes the head for a second, sucking gentle to draw out more. I gasp, hand gripping the bench. He swirls his tongue once before pulling back, lips shiny.

Davis sits up, cackling low. "Sweet and tasty, reminds me of the wrestling boys' cocks back in the day." casual as if he just shared a protein bar. His own cock pulses in his grip, ready for more. I stroke myself, heat building fast. The city lights blur as he grabs my shaft, pumping firm. We lean into each other, mouths crashing in a rough kiss, tongues tasting eachother's salt and sweat. His free hand squeezes my ass, pulling me closer on the bench. His hormonal drive turning our friendship into raw fuck energy.