K.K. Slider was known all throughout town for his music. But he wouldn't call himself a celebrity; don't get him wrong, he is pleased that other people enjoy his music to such an extent that they buy his work for themselves to own, but it still mystifies him how someone like him could even have fans in the first place.
As K.K. walks through the forest with nothing but his trusty guitar, he looks back to the past. An only child orphaned by the time he was 11 years old, he essentially had no choice but to raise himself. Because staying at the home his parents lived in was too traumatic for him, K.K. made the decision to become a wanderer - traveling the wooden areas of town and making ends meet, like all villagers do, by fishing, catching bugs, or any odd jobs that Slider felt respected the earth.
During his teenage years, K.K. acknowledged his bisexuality. It wasn't too difficult for him to do, feeling a prospective partner's gender did not matter to him as long as they were a loving person inside and out. The only reason he hadn't found "the one" yet was because he's frankly too busy with his music to have much of a love life. And he's always been something of a loner, which doesn't help in the romance department.
Although he refuses to receive money for his music - ensuring it go to good causes he believes in - K.K. also acknowledges he can't be homeless forever. He remembers how hard it was surviving during the winters inside a tree, and wants some stability whenever the bad times roll.
Which is why he is about to meet with someone today, regarding an old wooden shack he was interested in for its rustic charm, befitting for his modest desires. At last, K.K. arrives to the place he hopes to call home, and looks around. He lets out a light smile, and decides to pass the time by strumming his guitar.
Also heading for the home is real estate agent Lyle the Otter. "Another sale, another sucker." laughs a lisping Lyle.
Lyle rubs his hands together, knowing a dingy, antiquated shack that he called "unsellable" has a buyer. And in typical Lyle style, he overcharged K.K. Slider with a hefty fee. Bang!
But then, Lyle thinks about the hectic year he's had. Having been married for nearly twenty years with two daughters, Lyle made a painful realization - he confused a good friendship with love. Lyle admitted to his wife he didn't love her, through no fault of her own, but rather the old cliché of "it's not you, it's me."
The truth: Lyle came to grips with the fact he was gay. It has been a lifelong struggle for him to acknowledge this fact. Lyle just assumed all men secretly were attracted to guys, but that no one was brave enough to own up to it... like he was. Whenever he thought a guy was hot, Lyle felt guilty for not feeling the same way about his wife, and tried to shoo those thoughts away out of fear he was "cheating" on her with his own sexual desires.
Although Lyle always thought he did a good job hiding his love for men, it was his niece Lottie who could tell. Whenever Lyle would look just a little too long at a cute guy's face, or him describing some clients as "hunky," she could read between the lines to what her uncle was saying. Lottie eventually asked Lyle if he was gay, to which he admitted it was so.
Lyle assured his now ex-wife - though on amicable terms - that he did not lie to her throughout their entire marriage and thought he loved her romantically for years. His daughters were naturally upset at the dissolution of their parents' marriage, but were happy the father they loved could finally feel comfortable in his own fur.
After the divorce, Lyle began spending more time in his office, even after hours. Lottie encouraged him to look around and see the other guys in town, but feeling it's too late for him to have a fulfilling relationship, Lyle resigns himself to downloading pictures of men he's attracted to onto his computer during... private times. After all, an otter's gotta blow off steam after a long day of selling houses!
Lyle finally arrives at the shack, and upon opening the door is surprised to see none other than K.K. Slider humming and strumming.
"Ahem!" Lyle clears his throat. "I hate to interrupt your little concert of one, but I have a lot of sales to do today. Chop, chop!"
K.K. is at first startled, but turns around to face Lyle. "Oh! Hey, there."
Lyle looks at K.K. Slider, stunned to find him in the buff with his backside and penis on full display. "Who does this young stud think he is?" wonders Lyle.
Now speaking to K.K., Lyle snarls "You know, I may have said business casual, but I certainly didn't mean birthday suit."
"You're not wearing pants either." points out K.K.
"Be that as it may, at least I dress for success! You, on the other hand, are not."
K.K. simply rolls his eyes, and thinks to himself: "Must be another one of those fat cats."
"Anyway, I'm known as Lyle the reliable, the best real estate agent in town! I'll sell you this house faster than you can say bang!"
Lyle gestures for K.K. Slider to sit down with him on the wooden floor.
"So, Mr..." Lyle trails off.
"Totakeke. But you can call me K.K. Slider."
"Well, Toto..."
K.K. Slider looks at Lyle in disgust.
"What are your plans when it comes to taking care of this house?" asks Lyle.
"Oh, that's easy! I'm gonna grow a groovy garden, have a far out farm with sustainable food-"
As K.K. keeps talking, Lyle is heard thinking. "Oh, I see. He's one of those hippies. Live off the land, commune type. That explains the nudity."
Speaking out loud, Lyle interrupts K.K.
"That's all well and good, Willie."
"It's K.K." asserts K.K. Slider.
"Whatever. My point is, how are you going to beautify the house?"
"Beautify?" asks K.K. incredulously. "I think it's perfect just the way it is!"
"You have got to be kidding. There's no air conditioning, windows are glassless, and the floor has holes in it!"
"That's exactly why I love it!" insists K.K Slider.
Lyle is in disbelief, and thinks the following: "He must be one of those dreamer types."
Lyle changes the subject by clearing his throat. "You do plan on taking care of the grass, correct?"
"Of course!"
"That's a relief." sighs Lyle.
"I want the grass to grow very high, encouraging biodiversity so that all kinds of bugs can nourish the earth." explains K.K. Slider.
"Ah! That way, you can make a killing by selling those overgrown bugs for bells. Good thinking!"
"Huh? It's not because of money at all! It's all about making sure my home is safe for all kinds of creatures."
"What? But your house being overrun by bugs would decrease the value of the land!" claims Lyle.
"So? The land does not belong to anyone." states K.K.
Lyle takes off his glasses, and looks K.K. straight in the eye. "Mr. Slider..."
"Oh man, the house is gonna be mine, isn't it?" beams K.K.
"I'm afraid this isn't the home for you." states Lyle.
"Why not?"
"The fact you're even asking proves me right. You have your head in the clouds and think you can change the world for the better, when in reality you're just a naive young man who is messing with forces beyond your control." explains Lyle. "I can't in good conscience sell you this house knowing that. You'll depreciate the value of not only the shack, but this fertile land!"
"Oh, yeah? Well, at least I'm not a fat cat who only finds enjoyment in life through making money and nothing else. You live a very materialistic life, and let the veil of capitalism take over your soul." snarks back K.K.
"Young man, I wouldn't even try busting my chops!" warns Lyle.
"And why's that, old man whiskers?" replies K.K.
"I'll have you know 41 is not old!" insists Lyle.
"Don't treat this 28 year old like a kid then!"
"I will not engage in this childish arguing any longer. The deal is off!" Lyle rips the piece of paper right in front of K.K.'s face. "Can't have eccentrics like you set a precedent. It's bad for business!"
"That's fine by me, 'cause this place is cramping my style." replies K.K. Slider. "You're not the only agent in town anyway."
"Ah, yes, Tom Nook. The one who overcharges his clients at higher rates than I do. Good luck with that, floppy ears." says a sarcastic Lyle.
An angered K.K. Slider walks out of the shack, as Lyle looks on.
"Artists. All of them are the same. Hot headed hunks. Did I just call him a hunk? I must be off my game today."
K.K. Slider is shown walking further and further away from the shack, huffing and puffing. A rare sight from the usually calm K.K.
"He's just like those execs in the music biz. All he cares about is bells, bells, bells. Well, good riddance! I don't need that negative energy in my life."
As K.K. continues his trek to nowhere in particular, he reflects on his experience with Lyle. "When will I ever learn? Never trust anyone in a suit!"
He decides to give his legs a rest, resting his head on a nearby rock and gently placing his guitar right next to it. K.K. takes a look at the blue sky, which is filled with fluffy clouds.
"Maybe I'm just meant to be a drifter. It's not all bad. I get to look at the beauty of nature every day, for free!"
K.K. gazes at the sky, leaning his head on the rock. Although the clouds look like standard shapes at first, as K.K. continues searching for them, he sees one that eerily resembles Lyle. Not just vaguely, mind you. A cloud that, against all odds, copied Lyle's facial structure.
K.K. Slider rubs his eyes to ensure he's not seeing things. But indeed, the cloud is real. "Can't even relax without that jerk on my mind." srates K.K., as he gets up from the ground and walks away, guitar attached.
He continues to think about the real estate agent. "I still can't believe he talked to me like that. Like I was disposable. A guy like him doesn't deserve to have such a cute voice."
Realizing what K.K. just thought to himself, he stops dead in his tracks. Did he really find that lisping voice of Lyle's attractive? The answer was, shockingly enough, yes.
K.K. wondered why he felt this way. There was just something about the way Lyle said "Mr. Slider" that sent a chill down his spine. Even remembering it brought back that feeling. Lyle saying that tricky s in his last name felt oddly comforting.
"I mean, even the most selfish shyster has his own positive qualities." reasoned K.K. "Just because his voice was soothing to the ears, doesn't mean I want to see him again."
K.K. walks out of view. Lyle is then shown conversing with Lottie in his office. The problem is, he seems to be quite distracted.
Lyle is thinking about K.K. Slider. "I've never met a man with such disregard for the sales profession as Mr. Slider. Very disrespectful and impulsive. His devil may care attitude is something I haven't seen before, and... I hope to see it again."
Surprising himself with that last part, Lyle quickly thinks "To never see it again! My goodness, that man makes me so mad I can't even think correctly!"
Lottie notices her uncle deep in thought, and interrupts. "Uncle Lyle?"
Snapping out of it, Lyle replies "Yes, Lottie?"
"Is everything okay? You seem distracted."
"Oh, it's nothing. Just had a client today with a bad attitude." answers Lyle.
"That's too bad. What was his name?" inquires Lottie.
"C.K. Slider, or something or other."
"Oh my gosh, you met K.K. Slider?" asks a starstruck Lottie.
"Yes, what about it?" inquires Lyle.
"He's only the most famous musician in town!" exclaims Lottie. "You're so lucky you got to sell a house to him!"
"Oh, so that's why he was carrying around a guitar." states Lyle.
"Don't tell me you've never listened to his music!"
"I heard his little ditty when I walked in. All I can say is: don't quit your day job." opines Lyle.
"You're so funny, unc! K.K. Slider's released dozens of albums! He doesn't have to worry about job security." claims Lottie.
"He can't be that good." says an unconvinced Lyle.
"Let me show you." Lottie grabs her tablet, and searches up "kk slider songs." A video called "Bubblegum K.K." appears in the search results, with Lottie pressing the play button. She sets her tablet on Lyle's desk, dancing to the song.
Lyle, however, is not impressed. "Sounds nice and all, but that manufactured pop sound just hides all of his flaws. Believe me, I heard the acoustics."
"At least you gave it a shot!" states a perky Lottie. Just then, her watch beeps. "Oh my gosh! Can't believe it's 5 already! See you at work tomorrow, unc!"
Lyle simply waves at his niece as she leaves his office.
Now all alone, he makes sure to look left and right before pulling out his computer, stored inside a shelf. After booting up the system and signing in, Lyle opens up the images tab, where a collection of numerous men's faces he's looked up online are stored.
It is heavily organized, divided into categories based on species. Lyle scrolls down to the "Bow Wow!" section, featuring male dogs he's attracted to; of them, images of Frett and Shep have stars near them, indicating his favorites of the dogs.
As Lyle has made a habit out of doing right after work, he opens another drawer to retrieve his trusty dildo, which he purchased after coming out. He carefully inserts the penis shaped sex toy up his anus before taking a seat at his desk.
With his prostate already stimulated by the dildo, Lyle starts going to town by masturbating his penis. As Lyle continues stroking himself, back and front, he begins to have a kinky fantasy regarding Frett and Shep.
Lyle is, quite literally, in the middle of a threesome, getting spit roasted by Shep, who is giving Lyle a blowjob, while Frett makes sure Lyle's plump ass is serviced with his own cum. All three men are shown to be enjoying each other's company, until something unexpected happens...
Enter K.K. Slider, slamming the doors open. "Hey!"
Lyle signals for Shep to remove his penis from the former's mouth. "Not you again! Can't even have a fantasy without you in it!"
"What do these dogs have that I don't?" asks K.K.
Lyle takes a look at K.K.'s nude body, his toned ass and hefty balls on full display. "Hmm. They certainly don't have your size."
Lyle snaps his finger, causing Frett and Shep to spontaneously disappear.
"Let me show you how a real dog does it, whiskers." states an assertive K.K. Slider.
Taken aback by K.K. being flirtatious, Lyle simply nods and follows him. "Show me what you got, floppy ears."
K.K. didn't need to wait more than a few seconds, giving the otter a wet kiss. Lyle is on cloud nine, until...
...He returns to reality, and empties his seed seconds later from his exciting fantasy. Lyle takes a few minutes to recover from his orgasm, and notices a larger amount of semen came out of him than usual. Post nut clarity sets in, as Lyle realizes he came just as K.K. Slider was swapping spit with him.
Lyle immediately becomes worried. Does this mean he likes K.K. Slider? How can that be, when he can't even stand the sight of him? Therefore, a desire to be with him would be very far fetched, no? So, why can't Lyle get his mind off of him?
Lyle ponders all the questions he just asked himself. Surely, this is because he had met the dog earlier that day, which would be a reasonable explanation for his rude interruption while Lyle was fantasizing. And K.K. is not his type, that young arrogance is such a turnoff. Hunk or not, he could never see himself being with someone who daydreams instead of making things happen.
Realizing the mess he's made, Lyle gets ready to shower. He puts on a red robe as he enters the master bathroom, only used by him during times such as these.
Elsewhere in town, K.K. Slider roams the streets. He looks around in curiosity at his surroundings, taking in the people and environment. K.K. stops walking upon noticing a business suit on sale in a store window.
Reminded of his encounter with Lyle, K.K. Slider starts to think about him again. K.K. always saw business suits as being for squares, those who have no passion in life and settle for jobs helping the 'man' instead of regular folk.
Yet, despite K.K.'s distaste for corporatism and all it entails, he thought about how Lyle's suit... hugged him in all the right ways. His dad bad shone through, and K.K. even wished for a moment that Lyle unbuttoned his suit to give him a better view.
K.K.'s mind begins to drift off, as he imagines himself looking at Lyle's plump rump. The latter then asks him the following question: "Does this suit make my butt look big?"
It took all of K.K.'s restraint not to slap it. Fortunately for him, a good portion of Lyle's body fat went straight to his hips, giving him a backside that anyone would want to eat.
K.K. answers Lyle's question by gently touching Lyle's thick ass. "Nah. If anything, the suit complements it."
"I'm glad to hear that, because it's so difficult finding anything to cover this bubble butt." Lyle gives his own posterior a slap to demonstrate, causing it to jiggle like gelatin for several seconds. "Bang!"
K.K. is transfixed by what he's seeing. When it came to checking out guys, K.K. Slider was always into their butts. The larger an ass, the more masculinity he could love. And this middle aged otter had it!
Lyle then decides to take off his business suit, revealing a chubby stomach. "That's better. Now I don't have to keep all that fat in."
K.K. blushes upon seeing the otter's body fat. Lyle takes notice.
"Yeah, I know I need to lose a little weight. It's those pesky ten pounds in my middle that just won't go away!"
K.K. Slider can't help himself. He gently pokes his hand on Lyle's stomach, causing the otter's belly to wiggle just as much as his huge ass.
Before K.K. knows it, his fantasy ends abruptly, and finds himself back on the street standing near the store. He could've sworn what happened in his mind was the real deal.
He wonders where those erotic thoughts about Lyle came from. K.K. did remember reading an article once that suggested brains will often create extravagant scenarios out of nothing if the person had no external stimuli. It was a way for the mind to prevent boredom.
This theory seems to make sense, as he had been simply standing there the whole time. And what with thinking about Lyle just before it began, it's believable his mind put two and two together to create what just happened.
After all, Lyle was so rude and dismissive towards K.K., there's no way he could be sexually attracted to him. Right?
What it doesn't explain, however, is the fact K.K. is rocking quite the hard on: a ten inch boner for everyone to see. Some passersby did notice, but politely looked away and said nothing of it. He doesn't seem to care, though, with his mind being on Lyle and the fantasy.
All is well in K.K.'s world, until he notices the lack of a guitar pick. He panics, and tries to retrace his steps to find the useful tool. Unfortunately, it seems to have been blown away by the wind. Wanting to respect the wishes of Mother Nature, K.K. accepts the loss and knows just where to go to find a replacement.
Meanwhile, Lyle is in the shower, singing an off key version of "Bubblegum K.K."... the very song he was not impressed by an hour ago. He doesn't realize this fact until he's finished with the lyrics.
"Those dang pop songs! Even when they're schmaltzy, you still can't help but get them stuck in your head!" shouts Lyle.
"Yes, that's it!" Lyle thought, trying to come up with an excuse for why he sang it in the first place. Truthfully, even he wasn't fully buying it. Which is distressing for a real estate agent.
What is it about that dog? Usually, Lyle forgets about his clients at this point, even the handsome ones, yet it's been hours since meeting the young man and he can't stop thinking about him. Maybe K.K. is more memorable because he was the first client to see right through his business tactics?
That's got to be it! Lyle's so used to his clients agreeing with him - since as the agent, he would know best! - yet K.K. Slider questioned his judgment. "Maybe it was a blow to my self confidence," the otter thought to himself.
Trying to get his mind off of K.K., Lyle decides to turn on his shower radio to distract him. Listening to his favorite tunes would always help when he was in a bind. A lover of all things disco, it seems fate smiled on Lyle as a song in that genre started to play.
Lyle was too busy getting a groove on in the shower that he failed to notice the song title - K.K. Disco! Completely unaware of the artist, he shook his moneymaker, making sure to move his stubby yet energetic legs all throughout the tub.
Even his tail got in on the action, using it as an arm to hold the shower head as a microphone. Like a true disco lover, Lyle made sure to do the classic "disco point" with his right arm. He was so into the song that Lyle felt disappointment when it ended.
Endorphins are flying high in Lyle's brain, smiling blissfully. This would be short lived, as he notices who sang the disco melody he unapologetically danced to - K.K. Slider.
"I can't believe it! How could someone as bad tempered as Mr. Slider know how to make such great music?" asks Lyle. He covers his mouth seconds later, processing what he just said.
Lyle had to confess - he was wrong about K.K. Slider. He really was talented! Lyle's first impression of the dog was of a bum who thought too highly of himself, a starving artist who would never make it in the cold and cruel world of music. Yet, here he was, a young man not quite 30 who had songs playing on the radio - and even Lyle liked them! Scratch that, he loved them!
Now knowing what a talented hunk - er, man - K.K. is, Lyle laments over the fact the dog's "bad attitude" has certainly cost him contracts and career opportunities. An attitude that Lyle found daring, bold, and... oddly endearing.
Upon seeing his wet fur, Lyle realizes it's time to get out of the shower. His mind was, yet again, completely focused too much on K.K. to care about anything else. He needed to do something about this! But what?
Lyle thinks for a moment, before snapping his finger. "Of course! Why didn't I think of it sooner? I can buy one of his albums, and listen to the whole thing! That way, I'll get so sick of Mr. Slider's music I'll forget all about him!"
The logic made very little sense, but Lyle was getting desperate! He needed to go back to being the town's best real estate agent, not obsessing over this confident, insufferable musician... who even Lyle couldn't deny had a cool aura about him.
K.K. Slider is next shown stepping inside Nook's Cranny. Tom hears the bell ring upon the door being opened.
"Hey. Got any guitar picks? I just lost mine today."
Tom thinks for a moment. "For you, K.K. Slider? Of course! You help strengthen our economy, and bring happiness to others! How could you do either of those things without a pick, hmm? I'll go look in the back of the shop."
K.K. wasn't pleased with the capitalistic angle Tom was pulling, but decided to roll with the punches. "Thanks, man."
As K.K. waits for Tom to search the store for a pick, in comes Lyle. K.K. made sure to blink rapidly, unsure if he was imagining things again or if this was real. But this time, it was the true Lyle.
The Lyle with those fuzzy whiskers K.K. wanted to twist in appreciation. Those glasses that made him look very dorky, yet handsome all the same. That comb over which, while certainly compensating for Lyle's hair loss, was disarmingly attractive on an otter like him.
Lyle was just as awestruck as the younger man. There he was, the cute bad boy who dared to question his livelihood earlier, standing just a foot away. The one he had fantasized about earlier that day... and really enjoyed kissing the imagined version of the dog. He decides to break the silence.
"Mr. Slider." states Lyle, trying to be as serious as can be.
K.K. was taken aback by hearing Lyle say his last name again. He tried not to physically show how much he liked hearing that lisping otter say his name. All K.K. could come up with is: "Fat cat."
"Busting my chops again, huh? I see you haven't changed since we last spoke."
"Pretty hard to do so when it's only been four hours." replies K.K. Slider. He couldn't even believe he kept track of the time!
"Yes, well I'm just here to purchase something important." explains Lyle.
"Like what?" asks K.K. Slider.
"It's none of your beeswax!" shouts Lyle.
K.K.'s face is covered in spit thanks to the sibilants Lyle just spoke. Although most would probably be annoyed by such an occurrence, K.K. Slider was secretly enjoying hearing that charming voice of Lyle's.
Still, K.K. tried to keep up a good front. "Touchy!"
"You wouldn't understand, floppy ears. It's for work. Something you've never done."
"I'd rather be my own boss than work for some nameless nobody." says a caustic K.K.
"Hey! I'll have you know I am my own boss! Self employed, thank you very much!"
Lyle realizes he has never gotten this defensive with a client before. What is he trying to prove to this stud? Er, dud?
Just before K.K. can come up with a witty put down, Tom returns with a guitar pick in hand.
"Here you are! Made from the finest plastic in the world!" proclaims Tom, still in salesman mode.
"I'm not happy that it's plastic, but beggars can't be choosers." K.K. gives Tom a bag of bells to purchase the pick.
"You are so nitpicky." opines Lyle.
"At least I care about the environment, unlike you." replies K.K., as he leaves the store.
Lyle looks on, taking in a good look at K.K. Slider's back. It was symmetrical, being the perfect marriage of muscle definition with a little bit of fluffiness on the fur. Just the way Lyle liked it, lean and mean with some fur in between. But what Lyle really enjoyed looking at was K.K.'s lower half.
He got front row seats to K.K.'s tight ass. Lyle wishes he brought his camera to take a picture of it! Better still were those fat nuts Lyle got to see flailing about. They looked so heavy, Lyle was sure K.K.'s balls were swollen with his potent seed. If only he had someone to help empty those globes.
Lyle hated to see him go. He then immediately questions himself on this. There's no way he could be developing a crush on K.K. Slider... right? He just happened to be a great guitarist with a rebellious attitude who pushed all of Lyle's buttons. K.K. may be conventionally attractive, but he's not his type.
Lyle continues to look at the door K.K. had exited through, with Tom trying to get his attention.
"Lyle... Lyle... Lyle!"
Tom shouting his name finally snapped Lyle out of it. Geez! This is the second time today K.K. - oops, Mr. Slider - made him retreat into his brain and escape reality. Lyle was always very punctual, but thinking about this dog made him just as bad of a daydreamer as Mr. Slider!
"From one swindler to another, I don't want to have to kick you out for loitering." warns Tom.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Tom! I've just felt... so off today." explains Lyle.
"Hmm. Maybe you could use my self help book!" offers Tom.
"Tom, I know all about those subliminal messages you put in that."
"I'll let you have anything for free if you buy my book." propositions Tom.
Lyle thinks it over. "Deal."
"Ho ho! So, what would you like today, good ol' reliable Lyle?"
"Do you have any K.K. Slider albums in stock?" asks Lyle.
"A better question would be, which? He's released dozens!"
Lyle is amazed at the sheer volume of K.K. Slider's output upon Tom showing him a rack dedicated solely to his music.
"Is there a best of album?"
"Got you covered!" Tom slips Lyle a CD of Legend K.K., showing the dog himself looking on at previous versions of himself on the cover.
Lyle grabs it, pleased that he got it for free.
"Pleasure doing business with ya, old friend."
Tom bids farewell to Lyle as the latter leaves his store.
Back into his office, Lyle puts the CD inside the computer's disc drive. He makes sure to put on his headphones in order to listen to the music. The otter figured the more songs he listened to, the likelier he'd get burned out by K.K. Slider.
Turns out, Lyle's plan blew up in his face. If anything, he's now even more obsessed with the dog's music! It didn't matter what type of genre K.K. tried, - blues, hip hop, even swing - the young hunk nailed it every single time! Lyle couldn't believe it, yet it's true.
Aside from "Bubblegum" and "Disco," Lyle's new favorites include the touching "Farewell" and, naturally, "K.K. Lovers." While listening to the latter, Lyle began to unwind, closing his eyes as he let the romantic ballad lull him into contentment.
The next thing Lyle knew, he was walking past a sakura tree. Lyle stared in awe at all of the cherry blossoms it contained. Yet, even with the tree's natural beauty, he saw a familiar face right under it, playing the guitar he's never seen without.
K.K. noticed Lyle's presence, giving the otter a playful smirk. Lyle could feel his heart pounding, nervous at seeing his boyfriend underneath the tree.
Wait... boyfriend? Where did that come from?
Lyle wants to think more about that loaded, nine letter word, but frankly, for the first time in his life, he can't be bothered to. All he wants to do is look at this hot dog.
"Hey." greets K.K., in his ever suave voice.
Lyle was at a loss for words, a rarity for the real estate agent.
"Wanna sit down under the tree with me, old man whiskers?"
Almost on instinct, Lyle walks closer to the sakura tree, sitting right next to K.K. Slider. As "K.K. Lovers" plays in the distance, Lyle breaks the ice by kissing K.K. on the lips. At first shocked, K.K. slowly begins to reciprocate, holding those soft, furry paws on Lyle's back. Mmf! This bad boy was such a good kisser!
It felt like the young gun and the experienced salesman were locking lips for eternity, before K.K. is the first to let go. He gives Lyle a sly wink.
And just like that, another fantasy of Lyle's has ended.
"Ugh! Stupid sexy Slider!"
Lyle couldn't believe it. Calling that guy sexy? But he had to be honest with himself. K.K. Slider is sexy! Anyone with a good taste in men would know that. The fact he's single is an insult to the dog's sex appeal. Someone should be with him by his side, loving every last part of him.
Lyle can't lie to himself anymore... he loves K.K. Slider!
Everything about him. His soothing voice, those eyes that command attention, his shy smile, that cocky attitude. He was the total package! Not to mention K.K.'s actual package. Those aching balls and thick cock were just begging for a man to suck.
In a state of horny lust, Lyle browses the internet trying to find the hottest picture of the dog. It didn't take long for him to find it: a picture of K.K. which showed off his best assets. That is, a close up of K.K.'s behind where his private parts are fully visible. Lyle updates his computer's desktop background with said image. Now, he could always look at him and his "boys" while on the web.
But then, why stop there? He could try to meet up with him again. Strike that! Lyle had to see him again! There was no question about it. That musician deserved to have a boyfriend, and Lyle wanted to fill that role.
Lyle then asks himself how to accomplish this. He could fib and say a spot opened up on his busy queue, allowing him to find another house for K.K. It would surely piss off his other customers, and risk his reputation in town, but Lyle didn't care. He just wanted K.K. all to himself, head over heels in love with the guitarist.
Trying not to think too much with his cock, Lyle brainstorms a plausible reason to get K.K. to meet with him once more. One which would benefit both his own business, but most importantly improve things for K.K. An idea strikes him, and he smiles as he thinks it through.
He could become Slider's manager! Every musician needs a representative to ensure an artist gets their fair share. And with Lyle's business acumen, he'd be able to traverse the music world with ease. He's a quick study, after all. It'd be a piece of cake: sign contracts that further K.K.'s career, book him for events, and best of all... it means he could spend time with him.
There's other benefits to the arrangement too. Maybe Lyle's experience in the field will rub off on K.K., helping guide the younger dog through life and prevent him from making the same mistakes he did at K.K.'s age. Teach him a few things, both in and outside the bedroom. It's what any self-respecting 41 year old otter should do with his sexy 28 year old canine client.
Having said that, Lyle does not want to tame K.K. He respects his beliefs, even if they're a little kooky and out there. Lyle confesses he finds K.K.'s self confidence to be such a turn-on, wishing he had that kind of bravado at K.K.'s age. It only serves to make the dog more appealing to Lyle in all the right ways.
For years Lyle believed business should never mix with pleasure, but this is an exception to the rule. It's time to call that hot hunk! He grabs a document that he was hiding in his cabinet, stored away just in case he ever wanted to represent a client.
Lyle opens his cell phone, remembering K.K. Slider's phone number from their discussion about the old shack before either met in person. He makes sure to add his crush to his contact list, so he'd never forget his number. He quickly calls, and waits for K.K. on the other end.
K.K. was looking at the night sky, and heard his cell phone go off. Not bothering to check the number, he simply answers with "Yo."
Lyle tries to keep his cool. "Hello, Mr. Slider."
In real life, K.K. blushes. It was that DILF again, saying his name in that lisping voice of his. Nonetheless, he regains his composure before responding. "Oh, it's you."
Lyle covers the cell phone so K.K. won't hear the following: "Mmf! His barbs towards me are such a turn-on! Makes me love him even more!"
Now removing his hand from the phone, Lyle says "Do you have an agent? Because I'd be willing to offer my services for you."
K.K. thinks for a moment. This would mean he'd get to be with Lyle a lot more! Looking at that fine ass and business suit practically bursting through the seams. This is one fat cat K.K. wouldn't mind railing. Collecting himself, K.K. responds "No, I don't need one. I can speak for myself, thank you very much."
Lyle slams his fist on the table, finding K.K.'s rejection an encouragement as opposed to a deterrent. "As talented as you may be, you can't speak Legalese. I can, and I promise I'll review all your contracts so you can get the best deal possible."
Talented? Lyle just complimented him! Maybe the way K.K. feels about the older man is mutual? K.K. responds, "I told you, I don't care for bells. I just want to make music for the people, not companies."
Lyle thinks for a moment. "I still feel you deserve some form of compensation. What do you say about receiving 75% of the sales profits, and me 25%?"
K.K. answers with "What part of 'I don't want bells' do you not understand? You fat cats never hear anybody but yourselves!"
Lyle pops a boner at K.K.'s tart tongue. So hot! "You're one tough cookie. How about this: we donate the majority of the proceeds to your favorite charities, and take home that 25%?"
K.K. is surprised to hear this suggestion. Most people in the music biz never even think of it, and laugh in his face for recommending it himself. "There's gotta be some kind of catch."
"Not at all, Mr. Slider. All you have to worry about is making good music, and I'll take care of the rest. I promise I have your best interests at heart."
Best interests at heart? It seemed like Lyle had gone soft on him... which made K.K. even more excited at the prospect of him returning his feelings. "Alright, whiskers. You got yourself a deal." Maybe K.K. is getting soft himself? Even if that's true, K.K. couldn't care less. Anything to see that bubble butted otter again.
Lyle gleefully smiles, relishing the fact he gets to see his crush again. "I'll be waiting right here in my office. Hurry up, I need you right now!"
K.K. is taken aback by Lyle's assertiveness, but finds it enticing. He simply nods, hanging up on the otter whose ass he wants to ride.
Lyle was trying to go for the pushy, his way or no way approach with that last sentence of his. But he worries he came on too strong, instead sounding like an aroused otter who needed to get milked instead of the tough business angle he was going for.
But he doesn't regret the phone call at all; now, the man of his dreams is coming to see him again. Lyle will admit he didn't think the object of his affections would be a younger guy with nonconformist beliefs, but he remembers variety is the spice of life. K.K. might not have been his first choice if you asked him yesterday, but he's the man for him.
Lyle paces around the room, waiting for K.K. to arrive. His otter tail wags in excitement upon seeing the open door, with the white dog making his entrance. Lyle calms himself, sitting back at his desk.
"Thank you for coming, Mr. Slider."
"You better not screw me over, man. I know guys like you see bells in your eyes and nothing else." states K.K.
"Believe me when I say that this contract can always be renegotiated if need be. But hopefully that won't be necessary." explains Lyle.
"I wasn't even talking about that. I meant, how can I trust you when you refused to sell me a house?"
Lyle then realizes he forgot to settle this issue with K.K. on the phone. He tries to rectify that. "What would you say if, in exchange for signing my contract... you get a discount on that wooden shack?"
"What kind of discount?"
"You get the house for free, no strings attached. How does that sound?"
K.K.'s eyes widen, surprised by the bold proposition the handsome otter is suggesting. "You mean I won't have to pay out of pocket for it?"
"Not one bell."
"Let me guess: instead you'll be the landlord I'll be paying rent to." says a cynical K.K.
Lyle lets out a frisky smile. "I was thinking that we could share that house. Together."
K.K. can't believe it. Was Lyle trying to flirt with him? Maybe he should test that theory.
"That depends. Do you feel the same way I do about you?"
"Floppy ears, let's just say I've had my eyes on that fat cock of yours."
"That makes two of us, whiskers. I've been thinking about that ass all day."
Lyle blushes. This confirms K.K. is just as crazy about him as he is about K.K.!
"You, me, living together in a shack. You at the forefront on stage, me making sure you're on top. So, what do ya say?" asks Lyle.
"Sounds like a good deal. But..." K.K. pauses, as he gets closer to Lyle. He twists his whiskers, causing the otter to blush.
"...I wanna see if you got what it takes to be my boyfriend."
Lyle didn't have to be told twice. He took off his business suit, while K.K. sets his guitar on the ground. Lyle gave that dog the biggest, sloppiest kiss he could! Both of them were totally into it, closing their eyes and letting their tongues feel the delightful sensations. Each would agree it was the best kiss of their lives.
With their make out session over, Lyle and K.K. get off the table and on the floor. Lyle then has a confession to make.
"You're the first man I've ever been with. I hope I do everything right." says a worried Lyle, for once letting his insecurity show.
K.K. finds this side of Lyle oddly cute. "Don't worry, dude. K.K.'s here to guide you." assures K.K. Slider.
Lyle smiles, feeling safe with his crush. He was expecting to teach the younger man some things, but it turns out K.K. can show the older otter a few tricks himself.
K.K. motions towards Lyle, indicating he is about to try something.
"Lyle, I'm so backed up. All this cum, and nowhere to put it. Where's it gonna go? I don't want to spill it all over the place, got to keep the world beautiful. Maybe a certain otter can help."
Lyle knew instantly what K.K. was asking for, and was happy to please him. He licks his lips, ready to give K.K. a blowjob. Both men assume the positions, with Lyle opening his mouth to let K.K.'s penis in.
"Suck me off, whiskers." commands K.K.
Like a true cock sucker, Lyle begins to lick his lover's dick like it was a lollipop. It was clear K.K. used a natural shampoo on his fur. Lyle couldn't quite place the scent at first, but after licking for a minute, it has the taste of grass. To Lyle's surprise, it tasted really good!
Don't even get him started on the penis head! Feeling it on his tongue was so orgasmic, Lyle did his best not to blow his load right then and there from the sheer touch of it. K.K.'s dick head was just as hard headed as he, and happened to be the perfect shape for Lyle's mouth. He makes sure to lick K.K.'s balls for good measure. Can't forget about those blessedly big nuts hanging free in the breeze between the dog's knees!
K.K., meanwhile, is smiling blissfully. Here he is, telling a DILF to suck his cock, and he did it with ease! It's not his first blowjob by any means, but compared to the other guys he's been with, not one came close to giving his balls pleasure like this otter! Truly impressive, considering it's Lyle's first. He's a natural at sucking cocks! K.K. knew he and Lyle definitely had to do this from now on.
Lyle and K.K. both fight the urge to climax right then and there, wanting to savor each other's orgasms. Here Lyle was, sucking off the man he fantasized being with, and now they're together! And judging by the look on K.K.'s face, he's enjoying it too!
"Lyle..." says a stimulated K.K.
Lyle, who can't respond with K.K.'s cock in his mouth, looks up.
"How'd you like to be my... boyfriend?" Just as K.K. says "boyfriend," he finally cums, letting out globs and globs of semen in Lyle's mouth, coating the otter's teeth with his sperm.
Lyle makes sure to swallow all of his new boyfriend's sperm, not wanting that hot and tasty liquid to go to waste. Milk really does make a body good! As great as the musician's cock and balls taste, it was his seed that was the best part! Lyle was right. K.K. was definitely potent.
Lyle ejaculates seconds later, leaving quite the mess on the office floor. That's alright, he can always clean it up later.
Lyle thought it was too late for him to find a man, but now he's taken by the hottest guy in town! Now he gets to look at his face everyday, talk to him, hear his thoughts, and look at his jewels.
K.K. is just as happy with how things turned out. Now he has a manager who doubles as his boyfriend, protecting him from others in the biz who don't see his value. The loner finally found the love of his life!
The dog and otter both sit down, needing to relax after emptying their balls.
"So, is that a yes or no to being my boyfriend?" asks K.K.
Lyle is still licking K.K.'s sperm off his teeth. "What do you think?"
Before K.K. can reply, Lyle's cell phone goes off. He proceeds to answer it.
"Uncle Lyle? Are you still at the office? It's almost 11:00 PM!"
"All is well, Lottie. I just closed a business deal with a client." answers a groggy Lyle.
"It's awfully late for that." states Lottie.
"I'll be fine. I'm not alone." states Lyle. K.K. looks back at him with a smile.
Lyle abruptly hangs up on his niece.
"So, about your contract..." states Lyle, trailing off.
"Oh, that's right! Let's make it official, Lie."
Lyle thinks to himself, "Oh my gosh! Did he just give me a nickname? He loves me! He really does love me!"
K.K. happily signs his name on the dotted line, officially making Lyle not only his boyfriend, but manager.
"Here's to a new partnership! Bang!" yells an excited Lyle.
"In more ways than one." adds K.K.
"I just wish we had some way to celebrate this special occasion.."
"If you're up to it, we could... ya know." winks K.K. "I've been wanting to give that bubble butt a go." K.K. slaps it, causing the otter to blush.
"Ooh?" asks a curious Lyle.
"I understand if you're spent, what with you being older and all." says K.K.
"Hey! I can keep up with you just fine!" argues Lyle.
K.K. eggs him on. "Oh, yeah? Show me, old man."
There he goes again, playfully messing with Lyle. And he loved it! That dog knew how to insult him in such a way that it turned Lyle on as opposed to upsetting him.
"You're on." replies Lyle.
"Get ready for some Slider seconds, whiskers!" warns K.K.
"Fill me up, floppy ears."