Frank and Gordon
"So, what's for lunch? I'm starving," He exclaimed as his partner Fred followed him in the house.
"You're always starving. I think there is a left over sandwich in the fridge," He answered. The pair of rodents had just come home after a photo shoot for bell, just in time to have their faces on billboards for the summer. Gordon waddled into the kitchen with glee, like a child searching for his cookies. Frank couldn't help but chuckle at the site, it was quite adorable. Gordon stuck his head out from behind the fridge door, hearing his partner's chuckling.
"What's so funny?" He asked with a puzzled look. Frank just simply smiled a bucktooth grin.
"heh, nothing," he replied. Gordon raised a brow and stuck his brown-furred head back into the fridge. He pulled out a wrapped up sandwich and waddled into the den. The little, chubby beaver plopped himself on the couch and began to flip through the television channels.
"Maybe you should exercise a bit instead of watching television all day," Frank remarked, "now move over, the game is on." Without a moment's hesitation, Gordon flipped to the sports station.
"Who's playing?" Gordon asked.
"The Leafs are facing Calgary," Frank replied, getting comfortable in his seat.
"Hey, Frank, mind making us some popcorn?" Gordon's question was answered with a groan and an eye roll from Frank.
"But you just ate a sandwich!"
"Oh, come on. For me?" Gordon begged, clasping his hands together and leaning his head close to Frank.
"Alright fine. You're lucky you're attractive!" He said with a sigh, heading back towards the kitchen.
"Well, why do you think Bell chose us to be in their commercials? We're a pair of studs, you and me," Gordon called to Frank as he walked off,
The bulky rodent opened up a Hickory cabinet and grabbed the box of extra butter popcorn.
"This just can't be healthy for you," He commented as he took the wrapping off the bag. After unfolding the back and putting in the microwave on High, he went back to watch the game.
The moments seemed to fly by as the two watched the Hockey game. The two had been shooting, cheering and cursing as they watched the game like true Canadians. Gordon smiled as he licked the butter off his fingers.
"Hmm, that's good!" he said, looking over at Frank, "can you make some more?"
"I think you really need to cut down on the junk and exercise, you're getting pretty fat." Frank replied, poking at his mate's belly.
"I thought you liked my body," Gordon said, his voice sounding hurt. He turned his head away, letting out a small sigh and whimper. Frank felt guilt creep over him as he looked at the sight of the upset beaver.
"Hey, come on now, don't be like that. You know I love you, fat or not. Now, come here, you," He said in a warm comforting voice. In a split second Gordon went from upset to joyful and he flopped on top of Frank. He smiled playfully, causing Frank to chuckle. Frank leaned his head forward and soon, He and Gordon were locked in a deep, sensual kiss. Frank's hands gently rubbed Gordon's broad back as the kiss. Both beavers had their eyes closed as their tongues danced inside their mouths. Gordon could feel his mate's hand travel down his back, and down to his rump.
Gordon smiled at Frank as his hand made its way down the other beaver's crotch. Frank shuddered in pleasure as he felt the paw on his groin. Gordon gently groped the rodent's sheath. Frank's broad tail smacked against the water as the beaver cock begin to emerge from its sheath. Gordon sat up, rubbing his rump against the length. The feeling of the cock against his ass made his own sheath swell and his cock rise. Within moments both beaver cocks were rock hard.
Gordon shuttered as he felt the tip of the cock touch his sphincter. His breathing became heavier as he anticipated what was to happen. He winced as he began to lower himself upon the shaft. Frank gasped as his cock was soon submerged within his partner's warm hole. The beaver took hold Gordon's hips, guiding him along his cock as the beaver rode it. Frank gripped his mate tighter. His beaver cock squirted pre inside Gordon, who cock was begging for attention. The chubby rodent grabbed his cock, and began to pleasure himself. Gordon continued to stroke his cock in his paw as he rode Frank's prick. Frank began to faintly thrust his hips into Gordon's hole, trying to keep pace with the riding rodent, the whole time, the game had started again. The cock inside Gordon made him moan as he felt it rub against his prostate. Gordon's paw began to increase its pace as his pleasure intensified, and pre dripped from his cock onto Frank's stomach. Gordon's hole gripped tight around the cock as he approached his own climax. Frank bit his lip, his mind over whelmed by lust and pleasure. He cried out in a loud moan, calling his mate's name. His pleads drowned out the sound of the commentators and fans on the TV. His cock began to throb, ready to release the prize his balls stored.
"He shoots, he scores!" The announcer on the TV said as the home team scored. As if on cue, the beaver on the bottom furiously tried to hump the one on his cock. He gripped Gordon's hips tight as he shot ropes of beaver cum into his mate. His pulsing cock massaged Gordon's prostate as it released it's warmth inside of him. This really got Gordon going as he stroked his cock as fast as his paw could handle. He stopped, squeezing the base of his cock as he unleashed his own load on his mate. White, beaver cum splattered on Frank's chest, belly, and even his chin. Gordon beat is cock off slowly, feeling the seed wet his own fingers. He licked his cum off his hand, tasting the salty flavour his cum.
Frank lay there in the afterglow of their intimate fucking. He panted, trying to regain his strength. A playful grin danced upon Gordon's muzzle. He reached over for the table, grabbing his mobile phone he had gotten after working for Bell. Frank noticed Gordon fiddling with the buttons on the phone. He was going to ask what he was doing when he heard the click noise of the cell phone's camera. Gordon turned the camera around to show Frank the picture he had taken of the beaver laying on the couch, covered in cum.
"That better not show up on the internet," Frank warned in a weak voice. Gordon simply chuckled and leaned forward to kiss his partner passionately. He could feel his cum on his belly and his mate's now soft cock slide out of his hole as he leaned forward. Their lips pressed together once more as they kissed. Their intimate moment was suddenly interrupted as they heard the horn and the cheer of the fans come from the Television. The both turned their heads toward the TV as they saw their team had just scored a point.
"Well, take a look at that. We scored!" Gordon exclaimed. Frank just looked at him with a raised brow.
"What?" Gordon asked, confused, as they just lay on the couch in the basking glow of the TV.