The OtterThe Otter crept along the slate-gray alley wall, slowly and silently, choosing to remain hidden in the shadows until the appropriate moment presented itself. The smell of decay and waste permeated the narrow passageway. Without thought or intention on his part, the dense hairs on his upper lip raised and repeatedly folded, blocking the stench from entering his sinuses like a plug in a bottle.
He’d guarded this route numerous times now, had used it himself before the transformation from mild mannered archeologist to queer defender, and knew it was just a matter of time before the inevitable occurred.
Sure enough, the hairs that covered his body, from his well-defined calves, up his sinewy thighs, across his narrow waste, flat ripped belly, and rock-hard, thick-nipped pecs, had be
