He Invited Me To Watersports, I Thought That Meant Swimming!
He didn't know!? He didn't know....
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Any watersports enjoyers in the chat, or just me!? I had a lot of fun writing this and I really I like how it turned out. Do people want more of this kink? More of these characters? let me know <3
At the end of our fourth date, Kyle asked me if I liked watersports. Of course I said yes!
I thought back fondly on the swimming classes I had attended as a kid, and summers spent playing water polo with friends. He was surprisingly excited by my answer, but I put that down to him being a big swimmer. When he asked if I wanted to try some out with him, I agreed easily. When he said to meet him at his apartment I didn’t question it, I simply thought he wanted us to meet there first before heading out to a pool or something. That’s not how it went down.
I arrived at his apartment building, buzzed up to his flat, went in, knocked on his door and greeted him with a big smile. “Afternoon, beautiful!”
Kyle, a jaguar, was dressed down in a plain tee and shorts, each fitting tight to his slim, black furred frame.
“Hey honey, good to see ya!” he said, wrapping his arms around me as I set aside my backpack (containing swim shorts and a towel, naturally) and kicked off my shoes. “How are you feeling about our… plans?” His final word was whispered into my ear, his warm breath so up-close it roused something in me, long before I knew what I was in for.
“I’m excited! It’s gonna be a bunch of fun,” I said, totally chipper.
He giggled as if I’d said something funny.
“Wow, you’re all in on it huh? You must have a lot of experience then, right?”
In retrospect, I understand why he led me by the paw to his bedroom with such little delay: I’d made myself sound like the most eager beaver imaginable.
“What? With water sports? Hell yeah. I’ve had good times playing around for about as long as I can remember.”
He turned to me then, with a raised eyebrow, his piercing jade green eyes staring into mine in search of answers.
“D-did I say something wrong?” I asked.
He sat on his bed, staring up at me.
“As long as you can remember?”
“Yeah I mean, I had so much fun getting soaked as a kid.”
His eyes sprang about as wide as they could go for about two full seconds, until he doubled over in a cringe and let out a pained grunt.
“Oh!” he said. “That kind of water sports!”
This was when I realized there was something going on here that had gone totally over my head.
“Is there some other kind of water sports I’m supposed to be aware of?”
After a plethora of other pained expressions and false starts, he sat me down beside me on his bed and explained everything.
Every few seconds I let out a progressively higher pitched ‘oh’ until he had finished.
“I, uh. I suppose that would explain the plastic sheet,” I said, patting the fully-covered bed.
“I’m so, so sorry. I thought you knew.”
“No, no, no. Don’t worry. I blame it on being the only gay in my town back home. I never got a proper education.…” I cleared my throat. “So, uh, what is your preferred position in such activities?”
“Oh, babe, that’s sweet, but you don’t have to get involved just because of our little mix up. I’m still into you even if we don’t share this one particular fet-”
“I’m asking because I’m down to give almost anything a go once, but I don’t think I’m mentally ready for getting peed on. On the other paw, my bladder is very full and I think you’d look fantastic soaking wet.”
Kyle’s eyes grew wide. He didn’t need to hear the offer twice, he practically tore off his clothes scattering them about the room in his urgent attempts to end up naked, kneeling and hard in the center of the bed.
I followed his lead, stripping down to my birthday suit, soon ending up standing before him in the buff, half-hard and a little confused about what I was meant to do next.
“You’re so hot babe,” he said.
“You too, sexy.” I walked right up to the bed, thighs pressed against the plastic sheet he had prepared atop the comforter. “So, uh….”
“Whenever you’re ready honey.” He had a paw on his dick, stroking himself already in anticipation of what was to come.
“And I can just kinda go, like, all over you?”
“Wherever you want. Cover me in it if you like.”
“You’re the boss.”
I really did have to go.
I grabbed my sheath, took aim at his chest and abs and let loose. My warm, translucent golden stream soon splashed against him, soaking into his fur as he let out a giddy moan and started stroking faster, harder as I kept going. Kyle’s enjoyment sparked my own, as my tip pushed a little further out from my sheath. It wasn’t just his pleasure, though. I was enjoying this, being in control, marking my boyfriend, using him like a cheap urinal.
I started varying my aim, getting into the rhythm of it, soaking all over his athletic tum and experimenting lower, soaking his stroking paw and his dick, eliciting approving sounds from the blissful jaguar. By then, I was two-thirds erect and stroking my own length even as my steamy stream continued to pour forth.
Getting daring, I gave my sheath a good wiggle, splattering Kyle haphazardly in gold and growling a little, getting into the domination of it all. Kyle mewled and leaned back, letting himself become a canvas and me the painter. In my expressive strokes I accidentally plastered Kyle in the chin with a rope of gold, splattering his face with spray.
“Oh gosh, sorry. Is that- Is that off limits?” I asked, instantly holding in the rest of my stream.
He laughed, looked up at me, made a point of making eye contact and licked the damp patches around his muzzle, getting a taste of my piss. He shook his head.
“Not off limits, not off limits at all.” At this point he was rubbing his cock so vigorously he couldn’t help but pump his hips. “In fact, you could, uh, do it in me.”
“In you!?” I barely realized I had grown fully-hard by this point, my own stroking becoming pacier and pacier, getting off at the mere thought.
“You could shove it right in my muzzle and keep going.”
I didn’t need to hear him twice. I was on the bed with him, pushing his head down in moments. In my excitement I started peeing before my tip was securely in his maw and some of it leaked out, splattering against the side of his muzzle and soaking into my hips. I kept going.
It felt amazing, filling his eager maw with my warm piss as I humped his face. He clawed onto my side, holding on as if his life depended on it, greedily drinking down my offering while his tongue lapped at my desperately hard dick from below, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm even as I was relieving myself down that kitty throat of his.
I kept on pounding, grunting and moaning as I rode out the last few seconds of my golden stream, speeding up as I could feel my own approaching orgasm, my knees weakening, losing all sense of place but here, all feeling but his slutty, greedy mouth on my cock.
His whole body trembled below me. He couldn’t stop himself from moaning around my cock, a dribble of piss escaping his maw as he stroked himself to completion, his kitty dick jetting off usefully into empty air. Using his malleable, shuddering muzzle as a fleshlight while he came was enough to bring me to the edge.
Repeatedly slamming his head to my crotch with both paws while dribbling out the very last of my pee—mixed in with a good dose of pre—had my cock twitching, eager and more than ready. My knot was mashing up against his muzzle and tingling like crazy until I just couldn’t take it any more.
I gave him a last couple of mawfuls to swallow, this time of my pups. I couldn’t help thinking: if we do this often enough, the greedy cat will end up with a beer belly. I had a stupid lazy smile of my face when I pulled free from his maw, leaving him panting and licking his lips, clinging to my sides and swearing with the intensity of it all.
“Couldn’t quite keep it all in… got a little on you… sorry,” he said, apologizing between deep breaths.
I pushed him down, wordlessly, onto the plastic sheeting, leant over him and kissed him, tasting my cock, cum and piss on his tongue, feeling my own mess sink into my knees from where it was lightly pooling on the sheets.
“That was hot,” I said.
His cheeks were hot with blushing, he struggled to maintain eye contact and was grinning like a kit.
“Next time I’ll spray some up your ass.”
“Fffuck.” He practically shivered at the thought and pulled me in for another kiss.
“You know what?” I said. “This beats the hell out of water polo.”