Achievement unlocked
#4 of Stand Alone Complex.
Greg sighed as he said "Dakota, just say it and be done with it!" Greg knew the otter was eying his crotch.
The otter jumped, blushing deeply. Dakota was a slim otter, not really out of the ordinary bodywise, save the fact he was gay. Not only gay but had a big crush on his human friend, Greg.
Greg was just a normal human male, he had the freshman 15 going on but that was the worst of his problems. Greg paused the game as he said "Dude, your eyes are boring holes in my crotch for the past hour, now just ask it so we can get it over with."
Dakota blushed as he said "Can I see your junk? I have never seen a human penis in real life." Dakota had seen human genitals in porn but that was another story.
Greg smiled as he leaned back and said "Sure but you gotta get it out." Dakota gulped and with trembling paws, unzipped his friend's jeans. Dakota slid a paw inside the jeans and was surprised to feel something soft and warm.
As Dakota pulled out the genitals, his nose was hit with a variety of smells, something like chlorine or bleach, a goatish musk and slightly rancid meat. In his paw was a flaccid fleshy tube. The tube was warm and seemed to grow in his paw, a plum shaped head swelled, revealing a mass of scar tissue under the crown of it. Two large orbs were in a fleshy reddish bag sprinkled with dark, wiry hair. Above the genitals was a mass of thin, wiry pubic fur.
Greg smiled as he said "Dakota, I have shown you mine, time to show me yours."
Dakota blushed deeper as he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his sheath and balls. The brown sack was tight to the body and the long sheath was plumped out.
The pair looked at each other, an unspoken debate was at work, arguing and countering arguing, rebuts and redirects spoken solely in the mind and in the speech of the body, broken when Greg said "I never done it with a guy, much less an anthro."
That was out, the excuse, the plausible deniability which set in place an accord, that from this moment on, anything that takes place was exploration, experimentation, anything done or said could be forgotten and buried if need be.
Dakota stood up and headed to the door and turned the deadbolt, blushing as he let his pants fall down to his ankles. The otter stepped out of them, tail twitching as he slid his shirt off but held it in his hand.
When Dakota turned around, he saw Greg undressing as well, pants on the floor, shirt on the coffee table. Dakota got a good look at Greg. His body was covered in a fine, dark hair, with patches of fur on his pubis and under his arms. Greg's penis was upright, angling slightly up. Dakota was quite surprised at how alike it was to his, rather then different. He could see veins pulsing under the pinkish flesh; the head was dark red and had a slit.
However, unlike his, the shaft didn't taper as much after the head. Dakota looked down at his genitals. His penis had a large cone shaped glans and it tapered sharply after the crown of the glans.
As the otter sat next to Greg, he smiled as he said "I am not gonna do anything your not comfortable with, okay?" Greg nodded and relaxed, giggling as Dakota's furry paw stroked his belly.
Greg placed a tentative hand on Dakota's thigh, earning a warm smile from the otter. Greg slowly moved his hands to the otter's sack, surprised at how warm it was and how soft the fur was on the scrotum.
Miming Greg, Dakota gently cupped Dakota's sack, intrigued by its warmth. The pair sat there examining each other's genitals, before long, Dakota smiled as he put his shirt over his belly and Greg did likewise.
Not saying a word, the pair wrapped their hands around each other's shafts, and began to slowly stroke. Greg moved slowly, the otter's penis slimy from the sheath, the hand gliding up and down, pushing the sheath lower with each stroke.
The soft paw pads of Dakota gently gripped the warm flesh of Greg and moved at a leisurely pace, the loose skin moving easily under the otter's skilled paw.
The air was soon filled with soft pants, splaying toes, and stretching torsos. Hand and paw became a blur as orgasm drew near and with a mutual thrust of the hips, they came, one with a sharp otter bark, one with a primatal grunt.
Warm semen shot on to the shirt covered bellies', and slowly oozed over their partner's hand. Both panted and relaxed, eyes shut as their orgasm tapered. As the engorged organs began to deflate and retract, Dakota took his messy paw and licked it, savoring the salty liquid. He cracked an eye and smiled as his counterpart did likewise.
Speaking only in soft smiles, the pair cleaned themselves off with the now soiled shirts, and leaned back on the couch. Once cooled off, they remained nude as they picked up the gaming console, minds warmed with after glow and a new bond to their friendship, both grinning as they saw the new achievement they had unlocked during their play "Achievement unlocked, The day the game stood still."