Egg Hunt (SNEAK PEEK)
A sneak preview of my upcoming short story, Egg Hunt. Originally the idea was supposed to be released around Easter time, but with the way college had me wrapped up I couldn't find time to write and finish it before the bunny day. So here I am with it almost being finished towards the end of the month. The full story should be out soon, and while you wait, I would implore you to follow my Twitter account https://twitter.com/ADragneel18 where I post a new Short every day ranging from horny to wholesome and if you like chubby, nerdy, and furry dads you'll love it!
"So, a week eh? Couldn't imagine," Bruce said, as he grabbed a towel off the workbench nearby. He removed his glasses and wiped his face free of any sweat, "I'm usually whacking it at least twice a day!"
"Mmhmm," Coop muttered.
"I mean it must be uncomfortable trying to sleep with it on, right?" Bruce asked, wiping down his glasses.
"Y-yeah," Coop stammered. He started to feel his dick begin to chub up talking about his predicament like this.
"And I've blown ya a lot to know that you're pretty girthy too," Bruce stepped towards the shorter male and cupped his semi-hard cock right in front of him.
"Must be hard for ya, huh kitten?" Bruce asked.
Coop could barely manage a nod.
Had Bruce always smelled this good? A cocktail of musk and... was that pine he smelled? Bruce chuckled as he lifted his arm up, exposing his fuzzy pits, "I know ya like 'em sweaty, bubba."
The portly cat felt his dick straining once more, and now he was more aware of of full his nuts felt at the time. Almost as if under a spell, the shorter man buried his face into his armpit, huffing and gasping trying to get as much of the scent as possible. It was wonderful, intoxicating even. Tingling all the right senses in his brain as his wandering hands grasped and groped everywhere. His chest, his belly, his shoulders, anything he could reach.
"My, my, such an eager fella! You really are horny, huh kitten?"
"Yes, Bruce,"
The stocky wolverine started to slowly stroke his length, as Coop inhaled his scent like a pig looking for truffles. His other hand caressed this love handles before reaching back to grab a handful of ass meat, growling in his ear as he did so.
"You like that?"
Coop whined, helplessly grinding against Bruce's leg. The effort was in vain but even in his lustful haze he didn't acknowledge the cage's existence.
"Poor fella, humping daddy's leg to get off? I bet your little head is just buzzing at my scent huh?" Bruce said, chuckling.
"Y-yes! Yes sir!" Coop yelped.
Bruce pulled the cat from his pit and forced their lips together. He growled as his hand on the back of the smaller male's neck, using just enough force to keep him still, but let him pull back for breath if needed. Their tongues battled for dominance, each one savoring the taste of pungent musky and the other flavored with gin.
Coop pulled back panting, with a string of saliva connecting their lips.
Wordlessly, Bruce bent Coop over the bench and parted his ass cheeks. Staring back at him was that dusty pink entrance he'd loved so much. He gently teased the entrance with the tip of his finger, feeling Coop shudder at his touch.