Pay the Bills #5: Nervous
The character Kodi belongs to Aresues
Pay the Bills #5: Nervous
After showering, George had gotten dressed and left without a word-the otter wouldn't even look Gabe in the eyes, and wouldn't reply to the fox's questioning.
Gabe sighed as the door shut, and then crawled back into his bed, his head filled with worry over the otter-what had him so distraught? Why was he constantly freaking out and running away?
Was it Gabe?
The fox shook his head-it couldn't be. The otter was probably just insecure or something.
With a sigh, Gabe curled up on his bed and lay there, not falling asleep until after the sky had already begun to lighten, somewhere around four or five in the morning.
***
He woke up lying on his stomach, his hard morning wood trapped between his stomach fur and the bed. He rolled onto his side, and he reached his paw up to turn off his alarm-before he realized it wasn't what had woken him.
"Right, right," he mumbled to himself sleepily, "I dropped that class...why the hell did I wake up this early?"
He sat up, swung his legs over the side of the bed, and climbed unsteadily to his feet. He shuffled over to the window, and pulled the curtains open a bit, wincing as the bright sunlight hit his eyes. There was no commotion in the street, so that couldn't be it...
He glanced down and noticed that his erection wasn't merely morning wood-Gabe could see his knot already partially swollen.
"Must've been one hell of a dream," he muttered to himself, as he gripped his hard length. Probably about the otter... his mind added.
He gasped, both from his paw contacting his cock, and from remembering the otter: he had told the truth, George did have a gorgeous body, or at least Gabe thought so, and seeing him in the washroom, his cock covered in cum and still stimulating his prostate...
Gabe rubbed his pawpads over the head of his length and shuddered, a bead of pre forming already, to be massaged into his throbbing flesh by his fingers-this wasn't going to be a very long session, but he could tell it was going to feel great.
He pressed his forehead against the glass as he pawed, running the claws of his left paw through the fur of his belly. This was how he usually did things-he liked looking out the window, enjoying the pseudo-exhibitionism it gave him. Nobody could tell what he was doing, but the excitement came from thinking that someone might.
His right paw began to slowly stroke his shaft, from head to knot, while his left fell farther, to reach his balls. He gently squeezed the swollen orbs, shivering at the feeling.
George had enjoyed the blowjob...Gabe could feel his orgasm growing-he had brought another male to an orgasm with his maw, a new experience for the young, mostly-virgin fox. As he remembered the feel of the otter's cock in his mouth, sliding along his lips, pre dribbling onto his tongue, he felt his own pre leak out faster, onto his paw as he slowly stroked himself.
He gasped and stopped, his eyes going wide, as his head rose and he came to a realization: although he had enjoyed what the tiger, Shawn, had done for him, the most exhilarating experience of the evening had been with the otter, the otter's nervousness, seeing the otter strip...the taste of the otter's length...
Shivering, Gabe brought his paw up to his mouth and licked the pre soaking into his black fur-a common enough practice, he enjoyed the taste of his own pre, though he hadn't yet built up the courage to try his actual spooge-and then went back to pawing himself, holding in his mind the image of George, naked and sprawled out on the toilet seat, in post-orgasmic nirvana.
"I want to taste you again, George," he hissed to himself as he started to paw faster, his knot almost completely swollen, "I want that otter meat in my maw again...and this time, I'll be ready when you shoot!" he slipped his right paw behind his knot and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, simulating a tie, his left paw holding his balls with his thumb rubbing gently between them, the fox savouring his imminent orgasm.
"I'll taste yer load," he continued, as his left paw left his balls to scrounge around for the towel he kept hanging from a hook next to the window, there to avoid him getting his seed all over the wall, "too busy choking to get a taste last night...but next time..." his paw found only the wall, and a long hook; unfortunately for him, the towel wasn't there!
There was no way he could avoid the explosion growing in his loins-while he could probably pull his paws away, and his throbbing fox meat would go down eventually, he'd have horrible blue balls-plus, although he technically could stop himself, his lust was too strong to let him.
He sighed, and brought his left paw up close to his face, as he felt nervousness growing in his guts. "Well, guess I'm gonna see how much I like my own cum..."
He pulled forward with his right paw, pressing against his knot, and groaned, his entire body shaking-this was it! His left paw slid down to the knot, and squeezed gently, before the pawpads began to slide their way up his length, before reaching the head. He squeezed gently on the sensitive glans, and then the explosion ripped through, and he cupped the paw around the head, that familiar, wondrous feeling flowing through his entire body.
As he moaned, his cock pumped his hot seed into his palm, quickly overflowing to fall down onto the floor, some even splashing onto his footpaws. His balls were pulled up tight to his body, and he could feel the pulse of every spurt as his seed was fired from his body.
After the orgasm had died down, he pulled his paw up to his face, droplets of cum leaking from between his fingers, and sniffed.
Not too bad...he thought to himself, but if I keep thinking about it, I'll be here all day...
He brought the cupped paw to his mouth and tilted it as he opened his maw and ran his tongue up, taking most of his now-cooling seed into his mouth, as it flooded down his taste buds. Some of it leaked out, and got caught in the fur of his face, but most of it found its destination.
He swallowed eagerly-it didn't taste nearly as bad as he would have thought something from his cock would have. The aftertaste was a bit bitter, but the rest of it was fine.
He glanced at the floor, and grimaced-he'd need to clean that up, and some of the wall, too. At least the window was next to the small kitchen area in the apartment, and so had linoleum flooring, as opposed to the carpet covering the rest of the floor.
He could also see some of his seed still on the head of his cock. He picked it up with a finger of his sticky left paw, and then brought it up to his maw, licking and sucking on the paw to try and get all of the surprisingly tasty cum from the fur.
Then, he heard a cough behind him, and the serval, Kodi, spoke.
"You should really lock your door in this part of town, y'know? Especially if you're gonna paw off."
Gabe glanced over his shoulder, leaning against the wall to hide his organ from the feline, his tail drooping to cover his rump. "Why did you...how long!" he gasped, his face burning beneath his red fur.
"Who knows?" the spotted fur asked with a shrug, maintaining a joking demeanour in a failed attempt to hide his nervous trembling-and probably, also, to hide the growing bulge in his pants. "I might've just walked in now to see you licking your paw clean, or maybe I was here when you started telling yourself you wanted to blow an otter."
"Bastard," Gabe snarled, "you really need to stop spying on me. You really have no reason to always come here uninvited, you know? You've got you own apartment!"
"It's...lonely," the serval admitted, "and-"
"Invite someone," the fox said, "go talk to the wolf downstairs, or at least knock!"
"I'm a bit shy," Kodi said, "not from around here, you know? And the wolf's a bit crazy, and...well, if I knocked, then..."
"Then what?" Gabe was annoyed, for sure, but he felt his anger swiftly dissipating-even something like invasion of privacy couldn't get rid of the natural, friendly affection the fox felt for the feline. Especially when the serval reminded Gabe that, while the fox wasn't from the city either, the serval had travelled a lot farther, and there was a lot more distance between him and his family.
"Never mind," Kodi said, "and, um...sorry, but when you asked me to clean the dishes yesterday, while you went for a job interview at the gay strip club-"
"How did you know about that?"
"You left the newspaper on the counter in your washroom. Anyway, I saw your towel hanging from that hook, figured out what it was for, and I took it to the basement and ran it through the washing machine for you," The serval tossed something at Gabe, and the fox caught the dark green towel, wrapping it around his body and turning around to face Kodi, "I wanted to bring it over earlier, but..."
"What?"
"Nothing, never mind, it's nothing," the serval said quickly, "and I came over to ask...you wanna go out for breakfast? I don't mean as a date or anything, just as, y'know, friends?"
"I guess," Gabe said, "as long as you promise to go across the hall, find your dictionary, look up the word 'knock', and memorize the goddamn definition with that big brain of yours!"
The two laughed nervously, and Kodi turned and left the room, pulling the door shut behind him. Gabe immediately ran over and turned the lock, then hung his cum-towel back up on its hook and began to search the floor for mostly-clean clothing to wear. Then, he shrugged, and dropped the pair of jeans he had found back onto the floor, and headed to the mostly-empty laundry basket of clean clothing sitting on top of the dresser, which he had, as always, forgotten to put away.
He knew that Kodi's claim that it wasn't a date was bullshit-he knew how the serval stared at him, and the cat's arousal after seeing the fox paw himself was impossible to miss. He found a white shirt with a band logo on the front, and a pair of shorts that were his only clean ones, though they were a bit tight-he smiled a bit as he saw those, wondering what effect they would have on Kodi-and then a pair of black boxers. He got dressed, slipped his footpaws into his flip-flops, and grabbed his keys, wallet, and a book from the tiny excuse for a dining room table that lay in the corner. He stuffed the keys and wallet into one pocket, and then, after a bit of struggling, managed to get the thankfully thin book into the other pocket. He headed to the door, then stopped and went back for his glasses-if Kodi took him to a fast-food restaurant or something, he wouldn't be able to order if he couldn't read the menu. He put on the glasses, blinked away the slight headache and dizziness he always got when he put the spectacles on after not bothering with them for a long period of time, and left his apartment, making sure to lock the door before heading across the hallway to knock on the serval's door.
***
George had realized how stupid he was being by the time he reached the house he shared with the roommates he refused to speak with nowadays.
Probably thinks I'm an asshole... he realized, I should apologize for running out like that.
He turned around and headed back to the building where the fox lived after spending the rest of the night sitting on his bed berating himself for being an idiot. When he reached the short alleyway leading to the apartment-access door behind the convenience store, however, he saw two furs come around the corner-Gabe, and some spotted cat.
He turned and backed away, tears growing in his eyes.
"Bastard..." the delusional otter snarled to himself, "I was just another fuck for you...you just wanted to get in my pants, didn't you, and just couldn't get that far with me...you sick bastard!"
He turned and walked away, his footsteps heavy, his teeth clenched, and the fur on his cheeks soaked with tears at the perceived betrayal.