At Home With the Roommates
A jet black otter was lying on his side atop an old, brown couch, his hazel eyes passing over the fine text of a particularly interesting romance novel. His thick tail was draped over his legs and curved down over his thighs. The otter was holding his head up with his left arm, and steadying the book with his other, occasionally flipping a page. The otter was dressed in nothing other than a pair of silver boxers, due to the outer heat. The inside was cool enough, but he was already undressed when it cooled down, and he didn't quite feel like putting his clothes back on. A creamy, brown patch of fur ran from his shoulder blades all the way down his stomach and into his boxers.
His apartment was shared between him and two other people, all of them attending the local college. It was pretty minimal, but it worked. He was currently sitting in the living room, which was sparsely decorated. A 24" TV was across from the couch, a basic coffee table in between. The black TV was usually on, but the otter was the only one in the house who was awake, and the other roommate was currently out. The room was covered with gray carpeting and off-white walls, neutral so that the furniture would match no matter the occupants. The living room was attached to a little kitchen, decorated with a white, double-door refrigerator, a white microwave, a black stove, and a few wood cupboards. The kitchen was separated from the living room by the floor, which was tile instead of carpet, located in the northeast corner of the house. There was also a card table with four chairs, though the usually ate in the living room. There was a hallway branching off to the west, across from the kitchen. Four doors branched off into three bedrooms for them along with a full bathroom, two on each side.
As the otter went to turn the page, the door located on the opposite corner of the room from the bedrooms opened up quickly, revealing the tired face of tired-looking polar bear. His black nose looked kind of dry, indicating he'd been working out for a while. His icy blue eyes were looking tired as well, and his normally perky ears were down at a slight angle. He was wearing a gray shirt with the letters "HU" printed on the front, the initials of their university. A pair of black gym shorts were stretched over his muscular thighs, both the shirt and the shorts wet with his sweat. The wet shirt clung to his chest effectively, showing off his muscular body. The polar bear came up just short of 6' 1", a good four inches taller than the otter. The tired polar bear was carrying a black backpack over his right shoulder, matching his black running shoes. A tuft of slightly blue fur was sticking out of his shirt, right between his pecs. He nodded at the otter, smiling.
"Hey, Chris," He said, his deep voice floating through the air.
"Hi, Greg," The otter replied, smiling. His voice was a bit higher, but more soothing. "How was the gym?"
"Hard, dude. How's the reading?"
"Relaxing," Chris commented. He raised an eyebrow and looked the sweaty bear over. "Going to take a shower?"
"Yeah. Where's Terry?" Greg was asking about their tiger roommate.
"Oh, he's probably sleeping still," Chris said, pointing down the hallway with his muzzle. The polar bear smiled and dropped his bag, making for the bathroom.
"Thanks, dude," Greg said as he moved down the hallway. The otter watched the polar bear walk away from him, his tight ass outlined by the slightly wet gym shorts. Chris silently bit his lower lip, wistfully watching him disappear down the hallway. The door closed with a loud noise, and Chris sighed dejectedly. He turned the page, and the shower turned on. Chris didn't feel quite so comfortable anymore, so he flipped around on the couch.
About ten minutes passed, and the shower shut off. The sound of dripping water moved to the otter's ears, and he looked up at the hallway. His new angle let him see almost halfway down the narrow path. The door swung open, and Chris, naked and wet, walked out, his large, moist balls swinging between his muscled thighs under a plump sheathe. Chris felt a shiver go down his spine and he looked down at his book, trying to ignore the hot feeling between his thighs. Greg didn't notice this, and walked across the hall to his room. Chris tried to keep reading his book, but his mind wandered. After a futile three minutes of reading, he closed the book with a sigh and looked to the TV. An Xbox was leaning against the TV stand, and Chris felt like a game with Greg could help him unwind.
He stood up, almost silently, leaving his book on the couch. He made his way over to the hallway, his padded feet barely making a noise as he walked. He looked the left and saw the door labeled "Greg" in black letters, and knocked twice. He waited a second, and heard nothing but a faint sound on the other side of the door. He knocked again. No response. Chris shrugged and opened the door, revealing the interior of Greg's room.
The room was actually much like the living room in terms of carpet and wallpaper, but had much different decoration. The polar bear had a black desk with a computer, a similarly black bed, and a few posters of various sports athletes he liked. Chris turned to the left, and saw something that made him practically faint.
Greg was sprawled out on his bed with earphones placed tightly in each ear. His eyes were closed, his muzzle open halfway. His slightly blue tinted tongue was lolling out to one side, stroking his thick, long cock with one hand. His balls were between his spread out legs on the bed, and the bear's muscles were perfectly defined. Chris went to say something, and the polar bear's eyes shot open. He bolted upright, and looked terrified. The earphones fell out, and his mp3 player fell to the floor. He grabbed the corner of his blanket, and tried to hide his huge cock. Even with the blanket, the bear's cock was clearly visible as a tented part of the black covers. The otter blushed, just like the polar bear.
"Dude," Greg said, now looking somewhat angry. "Knock first!" He said.
"I-I did," Chris said, stuttering from the shock of what had just happened.
"Oh," Greg said, looking more embarrassed again. "Sorry."
"Yeah," Chris said, trying to smile. "Looks like you'd owe me something for that." He tried to break up the awkward situation. The polar bear let out a brief laugh, and then smugly smiled.
"Why? It looks like you enjoyed it." Greg answered Chris's confused expression by pointing at Chris's tented boxers, which were outlining his cock's head nicely.
"Oh, shit!" Chris said, and tried to hide it. He tried bending over, turning, all kinds of things, but nothing hid it. He begged Greg in his mind to not ask the question that he knew was on the very tip of the polar bear's tongue.
"So," Greg said, looking down at his covers. "You're gay, then?" Chris froze up at this, and a lump filled his throat. He had known he was gay for a while, and he had hoped that this exact question wouldn't pop up at any time.
"Y-Yeah," Chris admitted after a long pause. He tried to swallow past the lump in his throat, but it didn't work. A few silent, agonizing seconds passed, and he heard the polar bear talk.
"Well," Greg said unexpectedly. "I'm bisexual, if that helps you." Chris felt his body relax, and he turned his body to face Greg.
"R-Really?" Chris asked nervously.
"Yeah, Terry too," Greg said with a smile.
"Since when have you been bi?" Chris asked, a tone of skepticism in his voice.
"High school, Junior year," Greg smiled sheepishly. "And," Chris felt his heart start beating a little faster. "I kind of like you." Chris was taken back, and he couldn't say anything out of surprise. The polar bear looked away from the otter and hunched his shoulders. "Nevermind, I'm sorry, it's probably a dumb-"
"No," Chris cut him off. The polar bear turned to look at him. "It's fine. See... I like you too."
"Really?" Greg asked.
"Really. How could I not?"
"Heh," The polar bear laughed, and stood up, the blanket falling off of his smooth body, showing his big, black cock again. "Well then, why not help us both with our problems?" He asked, gesturing at Chris's tented boxers again. The otter smiled and nodded. Chris grabbed a hold of Greg's shoulders and pushed him back onto his bed, evoking an excited smile from the bear. Chris put his knees on either side of Chris's thighs, and bent over the bear. They took a moment to stare into each others eyes for a moment, and they pulled into each other. They both opened their muzzles and started kissing, both tongues hungrily searching each others moist, warm mouths. Their tongues intertwined, and Chris felt his cock bulge even more, becoming rock hard in his pants. He felt Greg wrap his arms around Chris's neck, and the otter moved his hands up onto Greg's chest.
He felt around the polar bear's firm chest, and gently squeezed the muscles. His fingers drifted down to his black nipples, and gave them a little squeeze, making Greg moan as they kissed, sending a shiver of pleasure down the otter's spine. his fingers traced down the bear's abs, feeling each individual muscle as they moved. When he reached halfway down the bear's stomach, he pulled out of the kiss. A thin, silver trail of saliva connected their tongues as he pulled back, and broke as his head came fully up. Greg's arm fell from Chris's neck and landed on either side of him, a smile of pure happiness spread across Greg's face.
"Time to handle your problem," The otter said, using his "sexy" voice. He went back to kneeling, and grabbed Greg's cock with his right hand. The black cock was almost ten inches long, and he guessed it was about an inch and a half in diameter. The polar bear pulled himself up to a kneeling position as well, and slipped his fingers under Chris's waistband.
"You first, Chris," The bear said. Chris practically melted at his words, and nodded slowly. The bear pulled down Chris's silver boxer shorts, revealing a large, pink cock, at least eight inches long, and at least as thick as Greg's. "How have you been hiding this from me?" Greg asked with a smile. The otter blushed and smiled happily, replying with a shrug. Greg pushed the otter onto his back, and grabbed his cock with one hand. He pulled his ass right over Chris's throbbing cock, and gently eased the head between his cheeks.
"You ready?" Chris asked. He reached up a hand and stroked the bear's cheek. The bear nodded, and slid the head right up to his asshole. With a slow movement, he pushed the head into his ass, and moaned loudly. Chris tossed his head back in joy, letting the feeling of Chris's moist inside take him. The bear slid down another few inches, moaning again. He pushed up, gliding along the otter's cock. The otter moaned along with Greg, creating a beautiful slur of pleasure. Greg bend down, his cock's head poking at Chris's abdomen. He took Chris into another kiss, bringing his head up with his right hand, the left hand stabilizing his body. Chris felt his cock begin to build up, leaking pre-cum into the bear's ass. The polar bear was smearing pre-cum from his cock over Chris's stomach, coaxing Chris right up to the edge. As if he felt this, Greg pulled himself to the very top of Chris's cock, and then plunged all the way down, sending Chris straight into his most powerful orgasm he'd ever had. As he filled Greg with his seed, the bear was pushed over the edge himself, and practically exploded cum onto the otter's chest and face. Jet after jet of cum spewed out, one orgasm fueled by the other. The jets continued for a long while, both moaning loudly and powerfully. Cum poured down the otter's pulsing shaft, trickling between his balls before finally pooling on the Polar bear's sheets.
After a minute of nothing but pure orgasms, the two looked each other in the eye, and went into another passionate kiss, Greg's arms wrapped around Chris's neck. The otter was already wrapped around the Polar Bear's middle. The two held their kiss, letting the afterglow fill them, the otter's cock still in the bear's tight ass. After a few seconds, the bar pulled back and started to move from the otter's member, but Chris stopped him.
"Can we wait until I'm soft?" He asked, a begging look on his face. Greg nodded, and the two laid down in each others warm embraces, the smell of sweat and cum filling their noses. If this was how the pair's relationship was going to be, that was fine with both of them.
Author's Comments:
Cool. I think I've actually shown you folks all of my character's spare a couple in development, and Terry/Raphael. (Terry was originally supposed to be in this piece, but it got a little bit long and I got a little short on time, and Raphael will probably be in my next piece with Theo.)
Anyway, enjoy the hawt sex, comment, vote, watch me, whatever.