First Time for Everything by Lutra

First Time for Everything

Lutra, Autofellatio, Character Development, Dragon, Ejaculation, Friendship, M/M, Masturbation, Otter, Short, Solo

This is my very first story, so don't be too hard on it. Lutra is a furry representation of me. While there are some parts to Lutra that are made up, things like his personality are just like mine. Drakkon is actually a made up character that I thought of out of thin air. Lutra and Drakkon actually have magical abilities, but this is to introduce myself as Lutra, as well as introduce my (madeup) friend, Drakkon. The magic will come later. If you want a full description of the characters (including what they look like, their species, their personality, etc.), just let me know and I will post them in a journal entry.

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THUD!

Lutra snapped his head off the metal table in front of him. "I'm awake! I'm awake! I wasn't sleeping!"

Lutra looked at the grey wolf in a white chef coat standing next to him with a hand next to where his head was, looking at Lutra with an eyebrow raised. "Crap! I was asleep again, wasn't I? I'm sorry, Chef Royden."

The wolf heaved a heavy sigh. "Yes, Lutra, you were. Please see me during the next brake."

All of Lutra's classmates were giggling at him, some biting their tongues to stop from bursting out. The black dragon behind Lutra just shook his head, rolling his eyes. For the rest of class, Lutra stood, leaning against a cage full of cooking equipment. When the chef finished demoing the day's assignment, everyone except Lutra left to go to his or her locker or the kitchen to start. Lutra stayed behind and helped the wolf to clean up the demo kitchen.

The wolf picked up a pot of water, dumped it into a nearby sink, and set the pot on a cart. He then looked at Lutra. "I'm concerned, Lutra. That is the third time this week that you have fallen asleep in class. Is there anything going on at home? Are you not getting enough sleep at night?"

Lutra stifled a big yawn. "Everything at home is fine. My body clock is just all screwy. My body thinks that 5:30 is bedtime, not midnight like I try to do. I get up every morning at eight, just like I plan, but my body thinks that it's funny to want to sleep six and a half hours early."

"Lutra, I think you need to see someone about this. It sounds like a serious problem. Are you going to be alright or do I have to send you home so that you can get enough rest?"

"I'll be fine. Once I get moving, I'll be able to stay awake. One reason I have trouble staying awake is that I'm not moving around. Sitting is not that active, so I have trouble staying awake."

"Alright, I'll take your word for it, but there had better not be any accidents in the kitchen caused by your tiredness. Now get to the kitchen."

Lutra gathered his belongings and left the demo kitchen. On the way to his locker, Lutra met the black dragon that sat behind him during class. "So, Lutra, what happened? Were you banned from ever setting paw in another kitchen for as long as you live? Or did Chef Royden give you extra work for not paying attention?"

Bending down to open his locker, Lutra sighed. "No, Drakkon, but Chef did offer to let me go home to sleep."

"And you didn't take him up on that? I would love to go home early!"

Lutra looked over his locker door at Drakkon in disbelief. "Out of everyone here, I would guess that you would be the last animal to do that, so don't tell me that you would even consider it. Besides how would you get home after school?"

"Alright, alright. You caught me. Even joking about it is almost too much. Besides, I can fly. Remember, I do have wings."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Shut up and let's get to the kitchen before Chef thinks I fell asleep in the hall."

Lutra shook his head and returned to getting what he needed from his locker. The rest of class passed without event. After the chef dismissed the class, Lutra and Drakkon went to their respective lockers to retrieve their belongings before heading to Lutra's car. The drive home was uneventful. When they arrived home, they promptly removed their school uniforms. Without putting anything else on, they sat down in the living room of their apartment. They did this every night after school. On the weekends, they never wore clothing unless they were leaving their apartment or they had guests.

However, tonight was different. It started just like any other night. Lutra and Drakkon arrived home, stripped down, put on a movie, and sat on the couch. However, unlike most nights, as the credits were about to roll, Lutra felt a sudden urge. He knew the feeling well, having felt it almost constantly all the way through high school. He looked down to see the tip of his otterhood poking out of his sheath. Lutra hadn't pawed off for several days, and now his body was telling him that he needed relief. He looked over at Drakkon to see that he was enjoying the end of the movie. Lutra decided to wait until the end of the movie to do anything about it.

The credits started rolling, and Lutra went to get up to go and give into his urges. A sudden idea stopped him. "Hey, Drakkon."

"Yeah, Lutra?"

He didn't know how to put this. "Do you--Have you ever considered pawing off in front of other men?" He realized what he said only after the words passed his lips.

Drakkon was shocked at such a question. He and Lutra had never discussed anything sexual in nature before, so Drakkon was caught off guard. Drakkon got up and turned on some lights. "Lutra, you know that I don't roll that way, and neither do you for that matter. Where did that question come from anyways?"

"I know that we aren't that way. I don't know where that came from." Lutra's attention was drawn to a pale purple lump coming from Drakkon's normally deep purple belly scales, right where his genital slit was located. Glancing at it for a split second, Lutra quickly averted his eyes to look back at the television screen. "It may be that neither of us are that way, but it seems that you don't think that it's a bad idea."

Drakkon looked down. Slightly embarrassed, Drakkon admitted, "It's been a while since I've done anything to relieve myself," he caught a glimpse of Lutra's sheath, "and it looks like you haven't either."

"Look, Drakkon, I wasn't saying that we should touch each other. All I am suggesting is that we simply relieve ourselves, say, right here on the couch. We're already dressed for it. Besides, what harm could it cause?"

Drakkon sat down again with a sigh. "I still don't know, Lutra...Well, I have always wondered how otters pleasure themselves. I've heard that otters are very flexible."

Lutra simply smiled. He stroked his sheath, moaning slightly as he coaxed his otterhood to show its full 6 1/2-inch length. Lightly grasping his sensitive shaft, he gasped involuntarily at the touch. He slowly stroked his full length as a clear bead of precum formed at its tip. Lutra leaned his head back and closed his eyes as the familiar waves of pleasure coursed through his body. His pre started to drip down his shaft. Wanting to show Drakkon just how flexible he was, Lutra released himself and bent forward to catch the precum with his tongue. Bracing himself by holding on to his knees, Lutra took his otterhood into his mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned, enjoying the feeling of his hot breath on his shaft. He started bobbing his head, stimulating himself by gently raking his teeth over the sensitive skin of his length. Trying to prolong his climax as long as possible, he started using his tongue to stroke himself inside his mouth.

Soon, he felt his climax rapidly approaching. Letting go of his knees, Lutra leaned back and stroked his now glistening otterhood with a single finger. He came after a few strokes. Losing all control, Lutra instinctively put his hands on the couch at his sides for support as his back arched and, with each spurt of his thick white otter cum, his body shook violently as huge waves of pleasure repeatedly took over his body, relentlessly holding him captive until he had nothing left. When his climax started to recede, he was just lying on the couch, eyes closed, breathing hard, and shaking slightly from the residual pleasure from the intense orgasm, his cum glistening on his chest fur and his glistening shaft slowly retreating into its sheath.

Still panting slightly, he opened an eye and glanced over at Drakkon to see him bent forward with his tongue wrapped around his dragonhood.

Meanwhile, as Lutra pleasured himself, Drakkon seemed hesitant to touch himself in the presence of another male. Finally deciding that it was better to take care of his urge sooner than later, he coaxed his dragonhood to slide from its scale-covered hideout, revealing this shaft to the cool air in the apartment. He wrapped one of his taloned hands around his pale purple length and started stroking it. After a while, he glanced over at Lutra to see him bent down with his entire shaft in his mouth. Drakkon knew that he couldn't bend down that far, but he wanted to try something. He grabbed under his knees and pulled himself down. His snout couldn't quite reach the tip of his maleness, but it was close enough. His tongue snaked out from him mouth and wrapped several times around his shaft with the forked tip able to brush against the sensitive tip. His hot breath played over his penis, feeling wonderful as his forked tongue played over the head. Drakkon felt the couch shake as Lutra violently climaxed, but didn't care, as he knew his own was not far off. Unwrapping his tongue from his dragonhood and started snaking it all over his eight inch shaft.

Soon Drakkon tensed and leaned back as he came, shooting white cum all over his purple chest scales. With each spurt, Drakkon's back arched a little more, until it was over and he dropped back onto the couch, breathing hard, his limp penis hanging out and laying off to one side.

Lutra turned his head toward Drakkon, now that he had finished. "See, Drakkon, that wasn't so bad now, was it?"

"Alright, I admit, that was better than I thought it would be. Maybe next time we should do that to each other."

"Drakkon! You said so yourself that neither if us are that way!"

"Relax, you over excited otter. I was kidding. Learn to take a joke."

Lutra got up and took a shower to clean his cum from his fur before it dried and became near impossible (not to mention painful) to remove. He came out looking like a walking puffball with a tail and sat down on the couch again. Drakkon had wiped his scales clean. They sat there and watched the news until it was time to get to bed.

Drakkon stood up to head to bed, but only made it as far as the recliner by the couch before collapsing and propping his feet up and falling asleep. Lutra, feeling a sudden wave of tiredness, just shut off the television and fell over on the couch, asleep.

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Well, that's it. Please toll me what you thought. I look forward to writing more about Lutra and Drakkon in the future. In later stories, I will have other characters. I am currently working on creating Lutra's girlfriend, Phoebe, a beautif--Well, you are going to have to wait until the next story.

Thanks for reading my story.

Lutra