Friends, a few drinks, and a little tail.
Alright, so here is just about the most stereotypical, over done smut ever, a gay fuck in a club bathroom... The plot is pointless, the sex is rather dull, but I felt the need to get writing again, now that Yiffstar has become... something seemingly so much more.
Anyway, if ya like it, let me know, if you don't... well, you get what you pay for :D
Oh, and if you want to get a little bit more, I take commissions... :P
Enjoy! And for those of you waiting for more of my past stories... I'm sorry, they will come someday!
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"Son of a bitch, it is COLD" yelled Matt, holding the door open for his large, loud group of friends, "Who's idea was it to wait outside?"
Twelve furs followed him out the door, quoting the movie they had just seen, making lewd motions toward one another. Two ferrets, one male and one female, a large, lazy male cat with a strange, wide brimmed black hat on, two other felines, one male white tiger and one female leopard, a slightly heavy set female otter, a large, smiling male wolf, with his arm around the leopard's waist, a little female fox in the arms of the male ferret, and another wolf, smaller than the first, hugging the female ferret from behind, and a pair of stallions, walking side by side.
As the filed past him, Matt, a tall, fit male fox, slipped into the group, draping his arms around two of his close friends shoulders, "So, where to?" He asked loudly, to which the cry went up, the bar it was!
The few blocks to the bar seemed to fly by. The group, old highschool friends, many of which had not seen one another since grad, could be heard up and down the main street of the small mountain town. The winter air, whistling over the near by lake, blew cold and raw against them, but high spirits kept them from minding. They talked, yelled, thrusted at passing cars, and all around, make a lot of noise, and had a fair bit of fun.
The bar door, closing behind them, sealed out the cold of the night, and into the bar, or club it might be called that night, they filed. Finding two large tables they slid them together and took seats, ordering a round for the table, they sat back for well over two hours of drinking, talking, eating, and getting caught up. It was boxing day, and for friends that hadn't seen one another since the june before, this loud, vulgar get together was a long time coming and just what they all wanted.
Around them, their noise was lost on the bar, this night almost a full fledged club, the tables were cleared from the center of what was normally a small town pub, lights flashed, a live DJ played, and furs in all states of sobriety, dress and undress, sexuality and age mixed on the dance floor. Finally, after they all had a few drinks within them, the gang, as no other term could properly describe the bunch, hit the dance floor.
Now, Matt, much as he loved to dance, simply could not. This fact, as many know about many people, did not stop him however. He tried, and somehow, his trying worked, he danced well enough to enjoy himself, what more could he want?
So here the real story sets, a tall, athletically built fox, dancing, half drunk.
"I love this song!" Someone called from across the room, as another heavy, pounding dance song played. Matt, smiling and feeling suddenly very confident, likely due to the whiskey still burning inside him, made his way across the dance floor to a male he did not know. The male, a rather heavy set male rabbit, grinned and turned, dancing close against Matt, back against his chest, the whole dance floor was moving, bouncing.
Matt was not usually the type to find himself in situations like this, the young male, only just old enough to set foot in the bar, had only admitted to himself he was gay a little over a year ago, and to the outside world not until after grad, so to feel the rabbits rump pressing against him, and pressing firmly back against it, was rather unlike him.
Also rather unlike him, was the rapid swelling of his sheath, the plump bulge in his jeans certainly felt. Not minded however, the rabbit seeming to enjoy himself, as the two danced in time to the music, Matt letting himself enjoy the rapid grinding of cloth over cloth, the scent of liquor, beer, and lust, as the bunny leaned back, and Matt leaned foward, giving a daring lick to the rabbit's cheek, he was rewarded, the rabbit rump pressing even more firmly back.
This went on and on, or so it seemed to the fox, he knew he was hard, he felt his sheath slide back, knew the rabbit could feel every inch of his long, pulsing member as it ground against the males rump, and by the way that male moved, the way he ground and wiggled, he did not mind in the least.
Totally forgetting who he had come with, Matt leaned foward, wrapping his arms around the almost compleat stranger, and sliding a paw down to his crotch. The rabbit was dressed in sweatpants, and the foxes searching paw could feel ever vein on its goal, could feel the rabbit twitching shaft, and the growing slick, damp mark of pre.
Before he could draw his paws back around, the rabbit turned. For a moment, Matt was gazing down at the shorter male, surprised at the sudden change, hips still rocking, causing him to grind crotch to crotch. The rabbit pressed close, and kissed him. Deep, lustful, and as they kissed, he felt it. The rabbits hips twitched, and he stiffened in Matt's arms, sticky, wet, musky, bunny seed soaked Matt's jean clad thigh, the rabbit's dull claws sinking into Matt's back as the rabbit loses himself to climax in his arms. Whimpering, the bunny pulled away just enough to gasp for breath.
Looking down, Matt could only stare. The seed was everywhere, or so it seemed, thick, white, his jeans were a mess, and between the rabbit's legs, the sweatpants where now skin tight, his manhood clearly visible threw the fabric, still twitching and dripping. Matt new they needed to get off the dancefloor and clean up, and he wanted to be alone with the rabbit. So, pressing his now messy thigh back between the trembling rabbit's thighs, he guides him toward the men's room.
Having visited before, Matt knew that it was not your usual multi-person bathroom here, but a row of single, small bathrooms, each with a locking door. Matt lead the rabbit, seemingly unnoticed, into the handy capped washroom. With the door closed, the music a muted throb in the air, he looked the panting, blushing rabbit up and down.
Before any words were said however, the rabbit removed any need for speaking. Turning around, he leaned over the sink, the mirror letting Matt see his face, and the blush that covered it. Reaching back, the rabbit pulled his own pants down, uncovering a plump, heart shaped bunny ass. Between his cheeks, a tiny, clean opening.
Leaning against the door, lost somewhere between shock and blind lust, Matt fumbled with his belt, finally, his pants fell from his hips, and he kicked them to the side without caring. Hard and ready, there was no thought of being caught, just of that tight little bunny bent over for him.
That tight little bunny whimpered lustfully, as he felt a thick, dripping foxhood press between the cheeks of his rump, warm, slick pre dripped down the cleft of his rump, over his balls, tip pressing against the rabbit's tight hole.
His first time, and it was going to be on the countertop of a bar bathroom, with a rabbit he didn't know the name of. This didn't matter to Matt, and his hips slowly slid forward. The tapered tip of his member slid in no problem, as did his whole length, the bunny under him moaning loudly, the scent of his cum already strong in the air.
When his sheath was pressed to the rabbits anal ring, he stopped, panting and trembling, feeling his knot already swelling at his base. Then he leaned forward, doing what felt right, and took one of the rabbit's ears in his teeth, pulling the clearly submissive male's head back. Moaning loudly, the rabbit pressed back against Matt, member already hard and dripping again, swinging under them, and now and then twitching, slapping up against him and squirting thin, musky pre.
Hilted inside the rabbit's ass, he forgot all about the club on the other side of the door, his friends, everything, and started to thrust. Fast, hard, rough, he did not make love to the bunny, he used the tight, warm hole. Squirming and gasping, moaning and begging, the rabbit loved every second.
Rapidly, Matt's knot grew, and soon, it took a firm tug to free him each time, a lewd pop then slurp filling the air each time he pulled back. Pre filled the bunny's ass, marked the countertop under him, the stink of sex filled the room.
Finally, Matt slammed forward and found he could not pull back, knot swollen within his partner, making the bunny gasp and squirm as he tugged. That tugging grew into rapid, brutal thrusts, pulling back as far as the tie would let him, then forcing himself as deep as possible.
Balls drawing tight, he realized what was coming, climax building, the cliff of pleasure so close, toes already hanging over. He tugged firmly on the rabbit's ear, tasting blood, hearing a pained, lusty moan under him. He also felt something hot, something thick, running down the rabbits balls and dripping to his, the rabbit cumming, again, seed pumping into the paw he had around his tip, thick white juice running down the rabbit's cock, over his balls, and dripping to Matt's own.
Finally, with a feral, lusty howl, he came. Tied to a rabbit's ass, he had the first true climax of his life, seed pumping deep into the warm bunny's bum, making them both groan and tremble, so full so tight. Hips twitched slowly, both of them coming down from intense, and messy climaxes.
When he came around again, Matt was still tied to the rabbit, who was still slumped over the sink, seemingly asleep, the knot had yet to shrink, and a reaching paw found the bunny was still rock hard. Wiggling his hips didn't wake the bunny, and so did stroking his hair fail, patting his shoulder and shaking him gently did nothing more, so, needing to talk to the male he had just mounted, Matt did the one thing he knew would wake the rabbit.
After the rabbit had stopped whimpering and the cum had finished running from his abused, over filled ass, they shared another kiss, short, lusty, both growing hard at the slightest touch, before the rabbit slipped away, leaving nothing but a mess, memories, and his phone number and email address in Matt's cellphone.
More than he got from Matt, no names having even been given, just a rump full of hot fox seed.