Take your shirt off

"I...I don't know if this a good idea," you say as you help him peel your shirt up and strip it off over your head. He wobbles, losing his balance and falling against you. His fur is warm and soft against your naked skin as you wrap your arms around him to steady him.

"Just keep me from falling over," Luke says as he unbuttons the front of his camo pants. He starts to reach behind himself, but winces and grabs his injured arm. "Could you get the back?" he asks, turning away. You look down and see a button holding his pants closed over his tail. You unfasten the button and his pants drop, sliding down his legs to pool around his ankles.

You can't help but stare. Dark, sleek fur covers muscular legs and a tight ass. He turns, still a little unsteady on his feet. The cream fur on his throat and chest spreads downward, all the way down to his penile sheath and full, round balls, so soft, so silky looking, it's all you can do not to reach out and run your fingers through it.

"Now it's your turn," Luke says, grabbing at the button of your shorts. His hands are clumsy and he fumbles with the zipper, brushing against your cock through the cloth, and you feel yourself start to harden.