Nature Trail
Author's note: This happened, essentially the way I've written it, minus a few boring parts that weren't important anyway. It was fun, and kept kicking around inside my head for two weeks before I decided to keep write any of it down. Prodded a friend of mine who used to write porn to do a little editing, and here we are. If you think you were one of the other two people involved (Unlikely; as of this writing neither of them were furries... I think), you'll notice names were changed to protect the guilty. ;)
Disclaimer: If reading about gay people having casual sex is an illegal or otherwise compromising act for your age or situation, don't read this.
The Nature Trail
by The Raccoon formerly known as 'Drenthe'
Nine thirty on a boggy mid-April night, and I was horny. It was my own fault. Chatting up a sexy black mouse buddy of mine on the net for the past hour had been only slightly less vivid than the average bout of cybersex, and the teasing was every bit as brutal. Jacking off for the fourth time that night had gotten rid of my erection, but not my desire. I still wanted fucking, and it was driving me mad.
Chewing on one of my black tailrings in frustration, I was surprised to see an incoming message from my friend Joseph. He's a tiger-striped grey housecat, when his fur isn't styled with glitter and red highlights. He's around six feet tall and a hundred and sixty pounds. He has also got a skilled tongue, expert in both lisped witticism and penile stimulation. Joseph's flame burns brightly, and - so help me - I adore him for it. "Hey coonboy, whatcha up to?" In my head I could see the sparkle in his eyes as I read his message.
I tried to decide whether to be friendly or yiffy; my current mood won out. We'd gotten into some heavy petting a while back, there was no shame for me with Joseph. I replied, "Wearing myself ragged chatting with sexy mice. You?"
"Angelouis, am I right? Lucky you. I'm hanging around the house doing nothing, being bored."
He's free! I swished my tail in delight and started typing. Joseph was near the top of my to-do list, and I'd been meaning to get a little more intimate with him in general. He'd also guessed which mouse correctly. "Yeah, that's the one. Shame you're not doing anything, I could think of several things I'd like to do with you." Letting the statement hang, I could almost see the smile on his face.
The response came quickly, "And I'm fairly certain I know what things you mean. Of course, we'd have to be careful, that's no pencil swinging between your legs." I purred in delight when I read that. Joseph knows well that I'm a horrible narcissist. He must have been in a frisky mood to stroke my ego like that.
Of course, he was right, and that only made me glow more, rubbing against my sheath absentmindedly. Above-average thickness was a trait I'd inherited from dear old Dad, near as I can tell, and when you're 6'3" everything about you is that much bigger than average. "You worry too much, kitten. That's why lube was invented. Any chance of getting out of the house?" I silently cursed that mouse for wasting orgasm-power, now that I had a place to spend it gainfully.
He typed back, "Have to wait for parents to fall asleep..." Parents, right. Joseph was still living at home. He'd given up his apartment after roommates had bailed on him, poor boy. "After that, though, there's a nature trail near my house, very secluded. I walk there after rehearsal every day to clear my head."
Walking through the woods with a sexy cat sounds like as good a way to spend an evening as any. I'm a little wary of getting hardcore in public spaces (I already knew Joseph wasn't) but so far I didn't think we'd have too much to worry about, as I probably wasn't going to be holding an all-night fuckathon in my current condition. "Alright, I'm game," I wrote back. "What time do they usually fall asleep?"
"Around 11:00, don't know exactly." I checked the clock, not even 10:00 yet.
"Fine by me. Keep me posted, kittyboi." I set out to kill some time, firing up a recently discovered crack of an old DOS game from almost nine years ago. While the graphics were almost painful, it required fierce concentration, perfect for getting my mind off sexy kitties. I didn't expect anything from Joseph for a while, so I was naturally surprised when I heard a message after only a couple minutes. I hadn't gotten anywhere yet, so I didn't hesitate quitting and checking to see what it was, afraid 'something had come up'.
"Hey Drenthe, you like sex, right?" If you knew me as well as Joseph did, that'd be an odd thing to ask. I'm generally considered something of an oversexed letch.
"About as much as the next stripeytail. What's up?"
"And you like cute guys, right?" My tail flicked, and I raised an eyebrow at no one in particular. A smile slowly spread across my muzzle. This just got a little more interesting.
"Depends, how many are we talking?"
"*laugh* Just one, I mentioned the nature trail and he'd like to watch. I wanted to make sure you were cool."
Was I cool? My intentions for Joseph weren't -entirely- carnal, but they were pretty close. Who was this stranger, though? Curiosity suddenly loomed large in my mind. Anyone Joseph knew sexually was likely a top and would be doing a lot more than 'watching'. My tailhole hadn't gotten a good workout in a long time... I squeezed down, remembering. It had been far too long. "Sure, I'll try anything once. What's he like?"
"His name's Chad, an otter. I think you'll like him, he's pretty well hung." Good old Joseph. This Chad HAD to be a top.
It wasn't long before I got a message from the mysterious mustelid. He wanted to know what I looked like, and we exchanged enough necessary bits of information to identify each other. I chatted him up for a while until I heard from Joseph again, "Parents just said goodnight. We should be able to start by 11:00." It was 10:30, just enough time for a shower before I left.
My shower was quick, but I wanted to make double sure I was clean. Gripping my sodden tail in my muzzle, I pulled it up out of the way, soaped up the fur on my rear, and without much trouble worked first two, and then three fingers into my tailhole, purring as they brushed sensitive parts along my inner walls. After playing with my rear for a little while, I scrubbed and washed my hindquarters thoroughly. I soaped up the rest of me for a quick shampooing, toweled off, and started getting dressed for the rendezvous.
We all happen to live in Gainesville, Florida, so April fits what most states would consider weather appropriate for July or August: humid almost to the point of fog, and warm in the high eighties long after dusk. However warm it was, the Florida Mosquito was probably going to be infinitely more annoying than the heat, so I wore jeans and long sleeves despite the swampy conditions. I slipped a handkerchief in my back pocket along with a condom, just in case. It'd been now an hour and a half since my last orgasm, more than my usual recovery time, and I did still have an outstanding promise from a few weeks previous to shove something large into Joseph. Tonight might just be the opportune moment. Without further ado, I got in my car and headed across town.
I got there just before 11:00. Joseph was waiting for me outside, leaning against his car. He looked like he was in hiking clothes - loose white shirt, shorts, and boots. Next to him sat a small zipped bag and a flashlight. I parked in the street in front of his parent's house and padded up to him, rubbing up against his chest as I planted a kiss on his lips. I then leaned against the car next to him, smiling. "Hey kitty."
"Hey Drenthe."
"Any word from the otter?"
"Chad said he was on his way." I nodded, and Joseph purred with guilty pleasure, "I'm the master of setting things up. Almost got Angelouis out here, too."
I had to chuckle about that, and leaned my muzzle in close to his to nibble on his ear, getting a small gasp. Boys, far more than girls, seem to be ear-sluts, "A fourgy? I bet you're trying to pass me off on other people, but I'll forgive you this time." I flicked my ears a little. As expected, the bugs were out and buzzing. "I'd ask whether you had any Off, but it tastes horrible. Counterproductive for our purposes."
The gray housekitty smiled a little wickedly. "Nah, I've legitimately wanted my shot at Angelouis for a while now. We've got something scheduled for this Friday, actually. And no, no bug spray. You'll just have to suffer."
I grinned at him and pinched his butt, "When it rains, it pours, eh? Glad your dry spell is over." Several weeks ago Joseph mentioned it had been eleven months since he last had sex. I don't stalk him (much), but I was pretty sure his luck had continued to be sour until tonight. We killed a couple more minutes chatting about nothing, waiting for Chad. He took his sweet time getting there, but eventually we saw headlights coming down the quiet road leading in. A compact car slowly drove up and parked in front of a neighbor's lot, and an otter emerged.
I started staring. "Ogling" is really a better word for it, because Chad fit most of the "ideal guy" model in my brain. Muscular arms and legs, with a thick tail hanging out behind him and tall, spiked headfur. I started studying his clothes, calculating the most expedient ways of undressing him. Between sandals, T-shirt, and Velcro shorts, it looked like less than ten seconds. The thought got my tail wagging. It was pretty dark out, but I could still tell that his fur was light in color, closer to a sandy shade than the chestnut or dark brown I'm used to in otters. As he started walking up to us, I whispered quickly in Joseph's ear. "Oooh, thanks for inviting him, kitten."
Joseph did quick introductions to make sure it wasn't a -completely- anonymous encounter, and pointed us in the right direction to start walking. We joked along the way, planning how best to break it to Joseph's neighbors that he wasn't being -really- raped by two strangers in the woods, and what the odds were that the police would want to join in when they surprised us in the throes of orgasm. It wasn't more than a few hundred yards to the entrance of the nature trail, and we started walking it.
Both Chad and myself were surprised at just how many houses, with their lights on no less, lined this trail, but Joseph assured us that there was a good spot that was (mostly) secluded somewhere. We walked side by side, me and the cat flanking the otter. I almost jumped when I felt a paw pressing against my cock. I'd forgotten what queer furs are like when it comes to causal sex.
I wasn't about to object, and purred a little as he stroked through the denim with his claws. I wasn't hard yet, but when I reached over to repay the favor I found a firm, hot erection straining against his pants. It was pretty big, just like Joseph had said, and I rubbed against it awkwardly as we walked down the uneven path, trying to match paces with each other.
Joseph got explored, too, and it wasn't long before our progress slowed down a lot, occasionally stopping as we rubbed and fondled each other in the darkness. I had decided not to wear underwear, and Chad's paw gripped one of my asscheeks tightly more than once, dropping our pace to a halt altogether as our muzzles pressed together, and his tongue snaked inside mine. My purring was steady throughout the rest of the walk, and I was more than ready to get down to business with these two fine examples of masculinity.
The night seemed to get even warmer as we moved further down the path, I know I wasn't the only one panting as we came upon a clearing with a large, rectangular covered pavilion in the center, surrounded by slightly thicker woods on all sides. The pavilion had four picnic tables under it, one against each side of the center, and the middle of the pavilion had about four feet of open space in any direction. It was really dark; there was a half moon in the sky, but the woods were blocking most everything out and the light pollution was pretty low this far from the center of town. The pavilion roof also cast a shadow over all of us.
Without warning, Joseph started stripping. Before myself or Chad were fully aware, the kitty was completely bare; even in the darkness I could make out his firm erection and balls, the sheath fully retracted. I hastened to join him, tossing off my shoes and unbuttoning my jeans, which slid to my feet unceremoniously. I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it unseen to the floor, then rubbed my sheath against the otter, who still hadn't moved much.
He chirred a little in surprise and rubbed under my tail a bit as I leaned in closer, French kissing him again as Joseph got to work on his pants. The cat pulled them apart and started fishing for ottercock in Chad's underwear. It wasn't long before he caught some, causing the otter to groan, fingers sliding over my pucker forcefully as Joseph cooed around his newfound prize.
Chad was discovering quickly that back in my oversexed middle teen years, I'd played with large objects, like family size shampoo bottles, 20 oz bottles of soda, etc. on a regular basis. I had more than a little permanent looseness, but a great deal of control to tighten up when I wanted. He licked his fingers and I felt a wetness on my tailhole, pressing inward. I wanted him terribly, gnawing on his shoulder lightly and panting, relaxing my muscles as much as I could, as his fingers pressed in circles, slowly penetrating about two inches before he found my prostate and started rubbing. Waves of pleasure flowed through my body and I moaned despite myself. I may be tall, but I'm just that much more of a bottom when played with properly.
The sexy otter was whispering encouragement alternately to both me and my kitty companion in turn, and backed off of both of us to fully disrobe, leading Joseph to fit his muzzle to my half-hard dick and work on it like a champion. I stroked my hands through his headfur and bucked against his muzzle a little bit, feeling myself grow harder in his muzzle. He's got such a sweet mouth, and I made a mental note to practice giving head with him later. Chad stripped and dropped everything on one of the picnic tables, and then rejoined us, stabbing Joseph in the face with a rock hard penis.
In no time, my hands were all over him, feeling the muscles under his fur, the base of his dick, his testicles hanging loosely... It was a shame we weren't doing this in better light. His torso felt like a marble statue, and his ass was perfect! I could have felt up his butt all day, it was hard and muscular, cheeks clenched together tightly, his tail every bit as firm as the rest of him. I started tongue-jousting again as Joseph worked on both of us in turn, but didn't mind a bit when he spent more time on the long, turgid mustelid shaft.
The otter's fingers again found my tailhole, sliding back in with minimal resistance. This time, there were more, as a third and then a fourth rubbed against my outer ring, slowly pressing inward against their cousins and my insides, driving me wild. He might even have pressed his thumb in, I didn't think to ask, but the wonderful feelings I was experiencing reverberated in deep purrs to the other two. Besides fondling the handsome otter's coat, I was occupied with brushing a few mosquitoes off both of us with my tail, but mainly I was just enjoying being a slut to this new fuckbuddy. After five or ten minutes of cocksucking, Chad pulled back from Joseph and leaned in behind me, spreading my hole with his fingers and rubbing along its outside. It wasn't long before I felt a hard, moist cockhead tracing along my tailring. I wanted it bad, but responsibility weighed heavily suddenly. After a few seconds of biting my lip in anticipation, I piped up, "Special request?"
I couldn't feel his cockhead anymore as he pulled back a bit, "What's that?"
"Condom?" There, I'd said it. Bareback is fun, and I'd recommend it to anyone with someone they knew well, but I -had- only just met him. Cover your own ass, as they say... Or at least be sure to fill it with latex-wrapped penis.
He chuckled a bit and kept massaging my tailhole with his embedded fingers. "I will, but I'm not doing you yet. Joseph's getting fucked first anyway."
I swore, he was just teasing me! Well, he was doing a good job, I didn't want him to stop. I murmured, "Well, in that case, as you were..." Thinking of Joseph, what was he doing? I looked around and saw him in the darkness, watching me and Chad go at it. I had to smile, he probably wanted to be the center of attention again; he'd get his wish soon enough. Chad was more than ready to keep his promise, and pulled his fingers out of my rear (I missed them instantly, and as I squeezed down I could still feel his saliva in my tunnel) to scrounge through his stuff for a moment. I heard the telltale rip of a condom opening and being unrolled onto a long, hot ottercock, and Joseph stood up to face me.
I rubbed his maleness lightly and peeked behind him to watch Chad start squeezing lube onto his fingers and erection. I whispered a brief "Lucky you" to the feline and pressed muzzles with him again, keeping him occupied until mustelid fingers slid around and into the considerably tighter tailhole of my feline friend. He had serious stretching to do, and grunted a little, panting hard as Chad whispered to him to relax and open up. Joseph gradually bent over as a slick cockhead was placed against his entrance, and slowly forced past his tailring, to the tune of painful gasping. After a few seconds, the otter hilted himself, and slowly started thrusting in and out of the kitten's tight rump, leaving me to stroke between his ears and grin as I heard mustelid ballsac slap against feline ass.
I was surprised when the housecat, previously leaning forward to angle the dick correctly into his rear, kept bending over until he was horizontal, and took my cock into his muzzle hungrily. In fact, as the otter pounded his rump, holding onto the prehensile cat tail for stability, and as I started humping his tongue, it was probably the single hottest moment in my twenty years to watch this boy service us. He didn't gag once as he took me from half-hard (Damn that mouse, and his sexy black ass too! It was his fault I wasn't fully hard before Jo laid paws on me!) to fully hard, his nose buried against my sheath as I stroked off in his muzzle.
We built up a rhythm fucking the cat, bouncing him back and forth between us a little. I could hear the otter laying into him; the occasional slap of ballsac against ass punctuated the stillness of the night above the panting of three furs and the buzz of tiny bloodsuckers. The air itself was utterly still, not even the leaves were rustling as I stroked off against Joseph's willing tongue.
I slowly lost my focus on the world around me, and suddenly realized Chad was panting awfully hard. Judging by how hard the cat's nose was being thrust into my groin, he was probably right on the verge of orgasm. He didn't cry out, which I'm thankful for, but he did grunt softly as he ground his hips against catbutt.
Curiosity got the better of me suddenly, and I chose that moment to count at least three houses somewhat nearby from my vantage point; between the three of us we were wearing a total of four socks and three watches as clothing. The naked boy cat hiding Chad's cock from view would hardly count as clothing in most neighborhoods if a property owner came out to investigate some late-night trespassers.
For the moment though, the coast was still clear. I backed up and stroked my thick, hard erection to keep it ready as the otter slowly slid his dick out of its lubed up love tunnel, and heard him toss the condom. I was suddenly curious whether he'd come or not, he was still hard as a rock! He reached for another condom, and I started purring uncontrollably; it was my turn next. Joseph helped him slip on the condom and lubed him up, and I turned my back towards the otter, tail raised, longing for him to be deep inside me.
I was not disappointed. Two fingers entered my rear easily, then a third to spread my ring wide, as I felt the blunt, slick, latex-covered phallus enter my rump half an inch. I had hardly any stretching to do after the fingering I'd received earlier, and impatiently I leaned back and hilted myself, earning a surprised murmur of admiration. He decided that he wanted me bent over a picnic table, and slowly started walking me forward, never dislodging from my hole as we crept toward one and I leaned over it.
Suddenly he stopped, looking around behind him, "Did either of you guys just hear someone?" In a more sensible state of mind I would probably have been worried, but it was too late for modesty, I just wanted fucking, dammit! Joseph gave a negative answer. I just growled that if it was they were probably jerking off as they watched, and clamped my ring tight over the meat in my rear. My tailring has been exercised regularly for a long while now, and I can hold even a lubed finger firmly in place if I try hard enough. The effect of clamping down and rocking forward served to pull him back over me, and he returned to the issue at hand (or at cock, if you will).
He was long, longer than any toy I'd played with in a while. A few times he even got too deep, ramming into something that made me gasp in pain, but as he settled into a tight rhythm I felt pleasure spread through my entire body. As the minutes ticked by, precum seeped from my cockhead from the thickness pressed against my prostate. I curled my striped tail around his torso as my knees began weakening, trying to support myself on my arms as he worked himself in me. When I impatiently grasped and tried to hold his cock with my tailhole I heard him exclaim, give a hard thrust, and hold himself deeply inside me, rocking back and forth slightly as he panted in my ear and rubbed my butt lightly. I couldn't help but smile as he pulled out. My inner walls burned a little, but it was a good feeling, standing out in the woods dripping both lube from my rear and precum from my cock, knowing that somewhere, someone could be watching us right now. I swatted at a few buzzing mosquitoes and moved to rejoin Joseph and Chad, who'd been whispering to each other a yard or two to my left.
The otter had ditched the second condom already, and rumbled, "Think you're gonna be able to cum? Joseph wants to wear it." Well damn! What do you say to something like that?
"Uh-huh," I replied. It was about as good as I could do at the moment. I was still buzzing from a few moments ago and Chad was, again, ready as ever. In hindsight, I have to wonder whether someone had snuck some Viagra into his fish. I have to guess it was past midnight at this point, which means I'd had enough rest to manage a decent erection again. With the otter whispering encouragements into my ears, "Stroke that fat cock," gripping the base of my shaft in his paw, "I may be longer but you definitely have me in width," and even helping milk my balls. He repeated a mantra, "Cum on his face Drenthe." In no time flat I went over the edge, spurting some milky, gooey spooge into his right cheek, while the otter took the left a minute later. We both wiped our dicks off on his soft grey fur, and helped him stand afterwards.
Cleanup didn't take long. A paper towel was tossed my way, and I wiped the lube off my tailring. The others cleaned up their respective bits of anatomy as necessary, and we tossed the trash in the garbage cans maintained at the pavilion. I felt bad about putting my jeans back on, though. I wanted to stay with these hot males naked in the woods all night - modesty be damned! Even the bloodsucking insects weren't enough to seriously dampen my mood (Living in Florida all your life, you kinda get used to them), but Chad mentioned he wasn't getting as hard as normal because they were bothering him. I thought about a harder Chadcock in my ass, and shivered a little. But all good things must come to an end, and this had definitely been a good thing. We slowly made our way back to our vehicles, shared a few goodbye kisses, and headed our separate ways.
Epilogue
After coming home to my apartment, I took a shower. There was more than a little bug goo in my fur from brushing at them, and while it didn't seriously bother me while I was doing sticky things with gooey furs, I didn't want to sleep covered in it. After taking a long shower (With some more tailhole probing, I was purring like a fool from the dicking I'd received) I was somewhat surprised to see a message from Chad on the computer.
"You had really good control, are you into fisting at all?" He was stroking my ego again, and it was working. I was damn fond of the sexy otter just for being cute, then he had to go and give myself and my cat friend a night to remember, now he's wondering whether I'd be up for fisting... Bastard, at this rate I'm going to be fucking him every chance I get.
But first, Angelouis and I have a date for Wednesday, and I need payback for his leaving me simultaneously all riled up and tuckered out...