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Ocean Depths 30.5 By Roofles

Lucas stumbled into the apartment after a long day of work and crashed on the couch. Carlson greeted him warmly from the kitchen wearing his smock. The apron was nearly the only things covering him in the shorts he was wearing. He might as well be wearing nothing with the skin tight fabric around his waist; which was saying something with his thick fur.

"Is everything alright, hun?" The otter walked into the room whipping up the batter he was making for dinner.

"Oh wonderful. Tim decided he didn't want to work today and was in the back smoking most of the products. We were swamped all day and no matter how many times I asked for assistance he wouldn't help. I found him a few hours later so stoned he didn't even know what state he was in. Let alone country. So I was on my feet all day running back and forth to the store room and green garden. Let alone for keeping the constumers happy. Some old lady nearly attacked me because there were, and I quote, 'A bunch of fleas getting on her rhododendrons.' Let alone for the jack rabbits who...lets just say I think its breeding season." He groaned rested his head back on the couch cushion.

"Aw, I'm sorry love." The otter walked over heavily his paws thumping on the wooden floor before bending down to kiss the top of his forehead. "Its over now. "

"For today! I mean it's nearly the same thing every day but at least he somewhat helps out. But now that that one squirrel broke up with him he's all mopey and emo and losing touch with reality because of it. I never took break ups that hard before. I always did my work and the things I had too." Lucas moved back a bit more to kiss the otters nose who was stealing leaning over him waiting for his kiss back.

Carlson smiled, thumping his tail, before heading over to shut the door Lucas hadn't closed. "I'm sure things will be better soon enough," The otter spoke as if he had been inflated with warm air, nearly skipping back into the kitchen just from Lucas's kiss. He spun around still mixing the bowl as Lucas continued.

"That wasn't half of it though. If his parents weren't paying for everything he'd be homeless on the street or crashing in one of his other stoner buddies basement ruining his life. He was blaiming everything on everyone else. Stupid spoiled rich kids, having their mommy and daddy buy them their dream store and then paying for everything too. Sickening." Lucas couldn't fathom that aspect of his life. To have everything paid and covered for. Not having to worry about a thing with parents watching over you like a hawk would her young. He wondered what his life would be like if that was the case but looking over the couch at the otter whistling show tunes, swishing his hips back and forth as he poured the batter into molds...Lucas didn't want to think of it. Somtimes you get the good, sometimes you get the bad. He'd just shut up and eat his damn lemons.

"Anything else?" Carlson spoke up after the silence had fallen. The otter was leaning over him again, both his paws gripping the sofa tightly as he rocked back and forth. Leaning down over him kissing his chest and pulling back. Before leaning back down and kissing his belly.

"Traffic was a pain and I think I'll have to take my car in for repair. It's making a funny," Lucas wrinkled his nose as the fur on the otters bare chest rubbed against his face again as he leaned down further to kiss his stomach. "Sound," Lucas continued watching the otter pull himself back up. "And I think its best... Owen."

The otter leaned over again pulling himself all the way down until his nose was buried securely in his groin and the otter's own groined was now resting on Lucas's face and the only strange noise he was hearing was the murring sound of the otter.

"Go on, I'm listening." Carlson murred deeply into his groin, the vibrations making Lucas shift from side to side. The otter only nuzzled further in.

In through the thin fabric of his shorts Lucas could smell the otters musk and feel the warm, thickness under it. Lucas wrapped his arms around the otters leg and pulled him onto the couch. Moving with him so Carlson was laying on his back and Lucas was over him. The otter still nosed his groin while Lucas fiddled with the shorts. He could feel the warm sticky wetness underneath and even before he opened it fully gasped at the rich musky smell coming from it.

The zipper pulled down there was nothing left to get between him and the damp piece of otter meat before him. Carlson hadn't bothered wearing anything underneath and so it all flopped out. One of the large spheres before him was stuck between the otters legs making him groan and protest against it. Lucas smiled sititng down a little more on the muzzle now lapping at his goin. Taking a hand he scooped the ball free, pulling the sack out and resting it over the shorts. He got a loud murph in thanks and an even more earger otter nosing him.

Lucas undid his pants and didn't even have time to pull them down as the otter beneath him chirped and doubled his licking. The webbed paws grapped the side of his pants pulling them down the rest of the way to his ankles. Carlson didn't bother getting them off as his cold wet, black nose vanished between Lucas's legs making him gasp again. The cold wet nose brought along with it the scratchy whiskers of the otters muzzle, followed by a large thick warm tongue that slapped over his sack greedily taking one of the orbs into his moist, warm cavern of a muzzle.

Lucas found himself stopping several times to just groan. Moan and clench his fingers against the couch. He wasn't able to give the otter the attention he deserved with the loving caress, hunger the otter was yearning for him. Carlson didn't seem to mind fully busy with something else. His fingers grip only tightened as he pulled Lucas down onto him. Nosing everything he could and licking everything else. Lucas could feel himself bouncing on the otters muzzle.

Shivering again as a warm summer breeze, cold in comparison to the otters muzzle, pass by. He lowered himself down to nose the fully plump sheath before him. Kissing the center of it he felt the contents with in stir. The heat it radiated was only over powered by that musky tinge. Lucas was far past any thoughts of hesitation with the otter and already had his head in his mouth. Sucking the slick flesh that wormed and oozed as it slowly slid further inside him. He didn't even need to suck, but did so gladly, as it slid further into his mouth. Along his tongue and to the back of his throat.

Giving the otter another powerful suck, Carlson groaned between his legs. Nosing further in and Lucas felt the strong paws moved from his hips to his lower back before roughly pulling him down onto the otter. Lucas let the otter slide out of his mouth and nuzzled against his half filled sheath and sack. Carlson tossed a leg up over his head and turned the two on their side, pushing him roughly against the back of the couch as he slowly humped into Lucas's face as he nuzzled him back and forth.

Lucas didn't protest against the strong legs rubbing against the side of his face or the sheath, still spilling otter meat from it, rubbing against his cheek as the large slick hardness grinded against his nose, lips and chin. Leaking the thin pre down his chin and neck onto the couch they had soiled countless times before. Carlson humped again, pressing himself tightly against the man he loved arching his back and barking loudly. Lucas put his hands against the otters thighs but didn't even push him away, just gripping that warm soft fur and rubbing his face against the otters sack that his the side of his face.

"Oh, god. Luke, baby." Carlson murred loudly afterwards pulling back a little bit to look down at his man. Brushing the back of his paw against his face before slowly lifting his leg over Lucas face and grinding himself down on him before letting out another murr. He thumped his tail against the couch as that tingling pleasure shot up his spine making Carlson catch his breath. Those warm lips around his sensitive head, teasing him in ways only a lover knew how.

Carlson bit his lower lip, grinding his hips back and forth and sucking in a little as his warm, dripping meat slid down his lovers throat. Gasping as those lips wrapped around his thick base before giving another loud, slurping suck. He gripped Lucas's legs as he gasped. Feeling himself jump a bit in that tight, moist orifice he found himself in as pre spurted from the tip only further slickening the tight suctioning hole around him. Carlson pulled back a bit, his ears turning up to hear the familiar sound of his lover taking a breath before slowly, gliding himself back into that perfect hole. Letting out low moan with closed eyes knowing how Cinderella felt when she tried the glass slipper on. Tight, moist, firm and strong but a perfect fit.

So perfectly tight and warm, just slick enough where theres still friction but enough to hump in and out of without much force. The tightness was perect, the suction force just enough to make one curl their toes but not enough to blow ones load...just yet. It was perfect and all his for the grinding, humping and filling.

That rising need building as his sack tightened against him. Gripping the sofa as he gritted his teeth on all fours above his lover. Pulling back enough where only his tip was still in. Feeling that licking, teasing, sucking prob of his lover's tongue on his sensitive slit before buckling his legs and gliding himself down fulling into him and arching his back, moaning low and loud with an "Oh Lucas," finished inside him. His legs laid out flat behind him and over the couch a bit awkwardly as his meat jumped, pulsed, rippled, quivered and shot his seed into his mate.

Lucas tasted that salty, bitter tip before feeling it glide back down along his tongue and into his throat. Holding his breath against as the sack resting on his face pulled up close to his man's body before the long piece of meat between his lips began to pulse. Jumping at first, holding in place before quivering and pulsing like a heart beat as that warm creamy broth slid down his throat. He sucked, licking the warmth lustfully as the otter above him froze in shere pleasure. Groaning his name time and time again as he continued pouring into his love. That indulging tail thumping, toe curling, breath stopping, heart racing feeling of release.

Carlson slowly pulled back a bit getting on his knees as his moist member slid back into the saftey of his sheath. Falling onto his side still breathless, reliving the moment and the bliss that followed. His whole body felt loose and relaxed but tired and just collapsing onto his side felt like work. He nosed Lucas's groin fondly. Rubbing his muzzle up and down the warm member and murring low and heavily.

"Your turn," he grinned opening his muzzle wide about to take his lover in.

"Dad? Luke?" The voice of the young otter cut in above making the two freeze. Carlson muzzle was still open and only Lucas head had slipped into that warm moist cavern grumbling in hunger for meat.

"Hey, bud." Lucas sat up, sliding himself into the otter next to him and pressing him down onto the couch in the same motion hinding him behind the back of the couch. Although his legs and tail could still easily be seen from the side of it. "How was school..." Lucas grinned, cum still running down the side of his mouth.

Justin rolled his eyes as he guided the cheetah and raccoon with him back to his room. "Parents," he grumbled and said no more.