Curiosity Fucked the Bunny
You're sitting there, finishing up your homework. You hate the class, but, hell, there isn't any getting around the useless requirements for that degree. If only the school cared about your major, and only your major.
One of your roommates enters the room and appears behind you. His entrance is fairly quiet, but your big long ears sense it behind them.
"Hey, buddy. You wanna come watch some TV with me when you finish up?" The lion asks.
"Sure, I'm just about done, I'll be there in a minute." You reply, as you turn your head around.
You're a little surprised, but are able to finish your sentence. You become suspicious about what he's wearing, a very long t-shirt. Even though the lion is pretty chubby, the shirt covers most of his body until the middle of his thighs. The only other clothing you see on him is his pair of white socks covering his feet. But, because his shirt is so long though, you can't quite tell if he's got any underwear on. You thought you remembered him walking around in just a pair of boxers every so often, but not enough for you to consider the fact that he might just be wearing briefs tonight.
"Alright, cool! I'll be waiting in the living room." He pats you on the shoulder.
The lion turns around and leaves the same way he entered. You try to answer the question in your mind by continuing to look to see if he's wearing anything underneath his shirt, but unfortunately his tail is down between his legs, rather than up like it normally was. If it was up, you may have been able to see an inkling of his rear end, covered in garment, or not.
But, you shake your head, and go back to your studies. Even though the seed of curiosity was planted in your head and is slowly starting to grow, you can focus enough to complete your homework for the night.
You enter the living room. The light's off, the only light in the room is coming from the TV set across from the couch, which your friend the lion is laying on. He sees you've entered and turns his head around, towards you.
"Oh good, you're done?" He asks.
"Yeah. I fucking hope I can pass that class." You respond.
"Eh, yeah classes like that tend to suck. I decided to get all the required stuff out of the way first, all that is left is my major." He quips.
There's a bit of silence. You look at the TV, which is showing the standard fare evening sitcom. You haven't seen this specific one, but the stories all tend to be the same, you can probably take an educated guess at what happens by the end of the episode.
"...Well? Aren't you going to sit down? There's plenty of room here on the couch." The lion says.
You have a look at the couch. Your friend is spread across two cushions, with one free one on the other end. You're a pretty skinny bunny, you'd fit with some room to spare, but you feel a little uncomfortable, especially not knowing about what the lion may be wearing under that long shirt, if he wore anything at all.
"Erm...well, you're laying on the couch." You say.
"So? Sit on the free cushion, I won't do anything with my feet." He replies. Clearly his personal space bubble is a lot smaller than yours.
But, you're kinda tired, there are no other seats, and there's something about sitting down you like a lot more than standing, so you walk to that free cushion and have a seat.
So, you watch some TV with your friend.
Time passes, one show ends, another starts. Every so often, you glance over to your friend. He appears oblivious, watching the programs on the TV, with a smile on his face. He laughs along with the canned laughter every so often. You take a look again, now that you have a little better angle at the area where his legs meet.
Then, you curse the lack of light in the room. All you can see is darkness. You don't know if he's got on some black briefs, or his dark-colored shirt is just making it hard to see anything inside. You sort of wish there was a lamp next to you that you could turn on.
So, you go back to the TV.
Every so often your friend shifts around a bit, moving his legs to get a little more comfortable. You glance at him doing this, slightly hoping that you can get a better view inside, and figuring out once and for all if he's got anything on under there. His legs spread a bit, and sometimes you can see a little better, but it's still no use.
He yawns. You get an idea. Maybe, if he falls asleep on the couch, you can have a look under there and he'd be none the wiser! So you wait.
Your chubby friend does look a little tired. He turns to you.
"You doing alright there, bud?" He asks.
"Yeah, pretty well." You respond.
"Well...would you mind if I took my socks off? They're getting a little uncomfortable around my ankles."
"Hm? Sure."
Your friend gets up a bit and removes his socks from his ankles and feet. He places them on the floor. Now he's barefoot. His feet don't have any sort of odor to them. That's a bit of a relief.
You both go back to the TV for awhile. You continue to glance, seeing your friend's eyelids get heavier.
He yawns again. This time he stretches a bit, spreading his legs again.
You take a quick look...
Your eyes widen. You may have seen something there for a split second, maybe a shot of his rear end from underneath. But maybe your eyes were just playing tricks on you. He quickly goes back to his normal laying position. He closes his eyes.
Your heart starts to race. You think you may have seen a part of your roommate and best friend's body you haven't before.
Come on, hold it together, it may have been nothing.
You calm down a bit. You go back to the TV again.
Not until you start to hear a light snoring do you look at your friend again. An evil grin appears on your face. He's fallen asleep, and still in a good position for you to take a little peek under his shirt.
You start moving your arm. Slowly, now. This isn't a hugely stable couch, the lion will probably still feel any movement you make. You go slow enough that the lion doesn't feel anything. You move your head in closer too, so you can get a nice close look.
Your hand slowly gets closer and closer to the seam of the shirt. Your heart races again. You also start sweating. The idea of getting caught checking to see what your friend wears to sleep at night...so intense!
Your hand is almost there! The question will be answered in mere seconds! Dark briefs, or absolutely nothing? A thong, perhaps? A jockstrap?
You instantly remove those last two choices from your mind. He hates sports, and you don't think he's the kind of guy who would wear one of those tight thongs, he's all about comfort!
You start wondering other things. If he's not wearing anything, what's his dick like? Is it long, is it short? Thick, thin? Circumcised, uncut? Grower, shower? What color is the head? Pink or black?
Your hand has finally gotten to the bottom seam, but you dare not grab it too firmly. Make it an accident. He moved and his shirt went up. It was not moved with the assistance of a bunny's hand. Yeah, an accident if he wakes up to see it.
You slowly move the shirt up. Slowly, but surely, you start revealing more and more of your friend's thighs. They're quite big, but that's to be expected, he's chubby. For all the time you've known him he was chubby. You didn't care, he was a very nice guy, friendly, always accommodating. He even takes care of your room and board while you're in college. Hopefully he doesn't take it all away from you if he catches you doing this.
It takes awhile. You wonder how much leg is left before you get to the crotch, it seems almost endless. It's so agonizing!
Oh! You felt something. It's....well, you don't really know what it is. It is touching the wrong side of your hand for you to correctly analyze it.
You can't take it anymore. You throw the shirt up the rest of the way.
Your eyes widen.
Your prediction was right! Your friend was wearing nothing underneath that shirt the whole evening!
How...strangely hot.
You get a better look at your friend's penis. It's pretty short, and thick. It looks like it's uncut...but you're not sure. There's a lot of foreskin there, but you can also see a small bit of the head poking out, including the little hole, staring at you.
You also get a look at the lion's sack. Shit, it's pretty big! Those balls must be packed in there. It looks pretty tight. You can see every single ridge of the coin purse, including the slit going right down the middle.
Your eyes follow the line of the slit going downward, through the portion of the lion's perineum, into his rear end. You wish you could see a bit more, but you fear touching that part to spread out the skin.
You quickly look back up. He's still fast asleep.
You return to his private area.
The short, thick cock, the tight sack, the cute rear end from underneath. You start to drool a bit. You never felt this way about your friend ever before. You never felt this way about ANYONE before.
You continue to stare at it for a minute. You contemplate lightly touching it, at least the sack.
You go in with your hand again. You decide to go for those large balls.
As you get closer, you realize that the sound of snoring stopped...it stopped...awhile ago. You look up again.
Your friend is awake, looking at you. You jump back in surprise. Your mind quickly searches for that explanation you thought about before, but fumbles it a bit.
"You...your shirt...it...no hands." You stutter and trip over your words.
The lion stops you.
"So....erm...Yeah, on some nights I just don't feel like wearing underwear. I hate the constriction the underwear gives. I wear this long shirt to cover everything instead, it gives me a bit more freedom when I walk. I may have tempted you a bit. I'm sorry. Do you...like what I've got?" He asks.
You start feeling your face burning up. You must be blushing something fierce.
"Y-..Yeah, I do." You're finally able to utter the response.
The lion smiles.
"Oh, you can continue satisfying your curiosity if you'd like. If I recall, you were about to start giving my sack a feel?" He says.
You hesitate, but go back in, since now your friend wants you to. You go back to the lion's balls, moving your fingers through the ridges of the coinpurse. You watch as the little penis reacts and twitches a bit as you do it. Your friend bites his lip a bit.
"Yeah...you could do whatever you'd like, as long as you're gentle, buddy." He says.
You move in to the lion's dick. You play around with it, you gently twist the head, and flick it a bit. You can feel it twitch in your hand.
You let go of it, and watch as your friend's dick grows. The head also starts peeking out of its foreskin. So, it WAS pink. Cute. A short, thick erection. Very nice, you think, and smile.
Your lion friend blushes a bit.
"Say...you think you could, perhaps...get a little more comfortable yourself?" He requests.
You know exactly what he means.
You stand up off the couch, unbutton the fly of your jeans, and unzip. They were pretty tight on you, but a little push and they fall right down.
Your friend smiles.
You speak up.
"I too have a bit of a confession...I like to freeball it from time to time myself."
You didn't need to remove any underwear as you weren't wearing any, either. You blush a bit more, though. His penis may look small, but yours is smaller. You KNOW it's not as thick as his, either.
"I don't think I'd be able to size up with you, though." You continue.
"Well, you're a bunny. I didn't expect you to have a cock that could be dragged across the floor. Yours is fine too, buddy." He continues to smile at you.
Your penis is pretty much a small knob when flaccid. No foreskin, not much of a shaft either. Your scrotum is a bit looser than his, but it's a nice coinpurse as well.
You sit back on the couch, and lift your legs to remove them from your jeans. You're as bottomless as your roommate. His erection may have faded a bit, but you go back to it.
You start licking the shaft. It twitches with every lick. You like that. So does he.
You can see in the corner of your eye your friend is looking at your dick, as it too starts to grow.
You move your lips over your teeth, and let the lion's cock enter your mouth. It's pretty thick, but able to fit. Your tongue stays out of its way, but not all the time. You let it tickle the little flap of skin under the head of the dick. It twitches in your mouth. He likes this.
You continue to do some more fancy tongue work with him in your mouth. It moves up to the head, and tickles the little hole. He moans a bit.
"Oh, wow. Keep doing that, man." He starts to purr lightly.
You bob up and down on his dick. It's short enough that you can go all the way down on it without it gagging you or poking you in the back of the throat like other guys. The fur on his sack meets the fur on your chin. It tickles a bit.
This combination of bobbing and tickling you're doing pleases the lion. He moans in pleasure. Once. Twice. Every few seconds or so. You seem to be doing it right. Other guys simply couldn't quite get off to the way you did it to them in the past. Maybe they didn't have the right dick for it. Your friend though, his dick is the perfect size and type for your mouth to accommodate, and pleasure just the right way.
You can feel the precum oozing out of the little hole. You lick it every couple of seconds in case there is any more for you to enjoy.
"Wow, buddy. You're amazing..." He moans.
You can feel his hips bucking a little. You've just about got him. And to think, none of this would've happened if you didn't decide to take a peek under his shirt!
Your friend thrusts a bit. And then some more. And some more.
"I'm gonna..." He warns you. You get ready for it.
The pearly white sticky substance of joy shoots out of his cock into your mouth. You position your tongue under his dick to catch each shot. You quickly swallow every two shots so you have time to readjust yet not spill any from your mouth.
The lion sighs. You look back up at him. He's smiling at you.
"Thanks, bud." He grins.
You look back at your own penis. It's been pointing upward this whole time. You look at the lion again.
"We're not done yet." You say.
He understands, and smiles.
You go a little lower. You follow that slit again, and spread out the cheeks, this time without fear. You can finally see the lion's pink hole, clenching a bit from your touch. You gently touch it for a minute or two. You then put a finger in. It's warm inside. You put another finger in. It doesn't seem to need stretching. Maybe he stretched it out himself with a toy some time before.
"You gonna put it in?" He finally asks.
"Nope. Just continuing to satisfy my curiosity. I'm going to ride you. I see you're already hard again." You reply.
You're a funny guy, so misleading.
You get on top of your friend. You grab his dick again and place it onto your own hole which you also prepped with your favorite toy in the past. You push down your butt onto it, and in goes the wet, sloppy lion dick.
You wince a little.
"You alright there, buddy?" Your friend shows some concern.
"No, I can work with this." You smile. "I can usually cum with no hands, but if you'd like to give me a nice handjob as I ride you you're more than welcome to." You seem to be quite the experienced bunny.
You start moving up and down. You look at your best friend and roommate, both of you wearing nothing more than t-shirts. He has never stopped smiling at you, and neither have you at him.
He thrusts into you to help out. His sack starts to slap your ass each time you fall back into it. It only makes you harder.
The lion sees your dick twitching and decides to take you up on the offer you made before. He grabs at your dick and starts stroking it for you. You moan.
"Thanks, man." You say.
"Don't mention it." He replies.
The thrusting, the bobbing, the stroking, you both love it. The breathing gets harder, the moans and grunts start getting quicker, things start getting hotter. Both of you start sweating.
The lion sees that you yourself are starting to leak precum. He raises his shirt in preparation. You get a better view of his chubby belly, and his soft chest.
"Heh heh, sorry." He apologizes. "I like this shirt too much. I have not gotten one drop of jizz on it and don't want that to change." He says between grunts.
You say nothing. His dick also starts filling you with precum, further lubricating it.
He takes the pre coming from your cock and starts to rub it around, allowing him to stroke you better. He's quite good at getting you off. You feel it won't be difficult to time your climax in tune with his. But you just ask him to make sure.
"You almost there?"
"Yeah...you?" He responds.
"Uh...huh" You say while moaning. You nod your head as well in case he didn't quite understand.
You can feel your balls starting to raise up into you a bit. The lion sees this. He's also just about ready to blow again.
"Oh fuck...!" You say.
"Yeah...!" He also gives the alert.
You aim your dick at the lion's belly the moment warm sticky bunny jizz shoots out of you. While you make a mess on his stomach, he fills up your insides with some more of his own seed.
You both stop moving for a minute to rest.
After you both regain yourselves, you get up off your friend's dick. You can feel your hole start to drool, your friend's jizz oozing out of it.
Your cock is inches from your friend's. You both watch as they shrink back down to their normal flaccid sizes. Watching his penis head retreat back into its foreskin is a bit of a treat for you to watch.
The lion reaches for the box of tissues by the couch. He grabs a few and cleans your mess off his stomach. He even hands you some to wipe off your dick and bunnyhole. You gladly take them and clean yourself off.
...
So you go back to the TV. The final sitcom of the night is almost done. You and your friend have some small talk over what just happened.
"...So...did you like it?" You ask.
"Yeah, it was pretty good."
"...Wanna...do it again some time? Like, say, the weekend?"
"Sure. I'll get some toys and lube." He says.
"Awesome." You smile.
Both of you sit there on the couch, both bottomless, and watch TV for the rest of the night, uninterrupted.