Peeping Ferret
A drunk bear gets spied while using the bathroom... And must take revenge from the spy!
Hey everyone!
Back I am again! Sorry for not posting last week, had two different invasion of Frenchmen to deal with XD But here it is, a story idea that came up to me one day, though I must admit the whole weasel-ferret thing was inspired by a similar joke in
As always nowadays, I forgot to give the story to be edited by
This is something that happened to me a few weeks ago... It was a normal evening, just me going to this sports bar that I like a lot, drinking beer and commenting the matches going on... But let's skip to the best part, which starts with me in the restrooms...
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" I expressed my utter delight as I released a good stream of piss in the toilet bowl. Hell, I really needed that after drinking gallons of beer and not bothering to get up from my stool until now.
I almost felt my short tail wag for the happiness, or maybe I was just too intoxicated at this point. But hell, my team had won, I was young and a handsome, only muscles on this bear, I deserved, no, I had an obligation to drink.
Too bad I had to get rid of the liquids from time to time, else I would have always stayed at the bar. Tough luck getting laid at this sports bar, almost all the furs were straight, but eh, if you are gonna watch a game, you better do it with true fans, that was what my old pa used to say!
He used to say I needed to get a good girlfriend and settle down, but that was another story. And I clearly drank a lot if my mind was wandering like that. Maybe if I drank a bit more I could manage to ask the cute lion bartender out... Either I would get a good rump or a good fight; any of those two would be fine with me.
"Damn, I really have a lot to piss!" I chuckled out loud, since I had been peeing for a great while now. By some odd chance my round ears sensed an almost inaudible giggle, coming right from the stall besides mine. I didn't turn, I feared to pee all over me if I did, but I explored the wall separating the stalls with the corner of my eyes, trying to find the source of the sound.
"Fuck!" I cursed in my mind as I caught a tiny, almost hidden hole just above the toilet paper: perfect spot to leer on other fur's junk while they were doing their business. The thought of someone getting arouse at my pee squicked me, and then made me angry. There must be lots of guys out there who share the same kink, while satisfying it in such a sneaky way?
Seriously, what kind of people does that? Hell, if asked nicely, I would do that by my own will. But this guy was robbing me of my privacy, without asking for it... I had the right to piss in peace, no? And yet, that weirdo was taking it away from me, jerking of at seeing my junk and maybe even taking pics and... and...
And I was getting angry, and a boner too. Damn, extra fuel for the weasel. Shaking my snake and without saying a word, I walked out of the stall, making sure to put extra weight on my steps. I opened and closed the door loudly while staying inside, the music from the rest of the bar filling the bathroom for a split of second. There was a goddamn good insulation there!
Stepping back more lightly, I approached the stall with the weasel on it. Yes, big bears like me could be silent when they wanted, deal with it! And we could be patience too, as in this case, since I silently waited in front of the stall, waiting for the creepy guy to get out of it.
Luckily I didn't need for long, the guy must have been quick with his own business. The door open, revealing a somewhat tall and lanky man, around my age, with a short white muzzle on a mostly brown fur, his tail brushing on the ground. Yeah, my mind can be super observant when basking in booze, I'd got all those details in the first second or so.
"YIP!" The weirdo exclaimed as he saw me looming over him, his round ears moving back on his skull for the sudden surprise and distress. I almost expected him to shut the door close again, but the shock must have stopped him.
"Fuck, you are a weasel for real!" I roared, not believing that the stereotype was true, my previous slur being confirmed by mere chance. I would have expected a rabbit to spy on my peeing cock, not that sleek tube!"
"I'm a ferret!" The peeping Tom (hell, I hope that wasn't really his name!) weakly protested, even going as far as puffing his fur a bit, the jackass.
"Whatever, get back in the stall!" I dismissed the claim, like I cared what type of mustelid he was; he remained a sleek lanky perv to me. The guy opened his muzzle, but one angry look sufficed to put him in his place, slowly backing from where he had come. I followed him, closing the door behind me, the space barely enough to contain my bearish mass and the smaller one of the ferret.
"Look dude, I don't want troubles..." The brownish fur rattled, his eyes not daring to look directly in mine and fixed somewhere downward... Specifically, my junk. Hell, how much sex crazed was this guy!
"If you did, you wouldn't peep on guys in the restrooms." I coldly replied, my own ears flicking with anger. I regarded the ferret better now and, while he wasn't buff or muscular just the way I liked, I couldn't deny he had a twinkish charm on him; my cock seemed to agree since I was sporting a semi. Guess there were two sex crazed fiends in that stall.
"I... don't know what you are talking about." The slinkier man said with shifty eyes. I got closer to him, towering over him thanks to the extra foot of height, forcing him to look in my eyes, the other's legs smacking against the toilet bowl. With the consequence of smelling his musky arousal, which didn't help my own boner; damn, I really needed a fuck!
"Don't fake innocence, I noticed the hole!" I pointed my paw to the general direction of said hole, destroying his alibi and excuses. The ferret knew that, it was clear from how he slouched while standing, his eyes searching frantically for a way out of this situation. There was none, of course, a bear like me had absolute power if he cornered you.
"I-I am sorry, it is just h-harmless... stuff..." The mustelid was clearly trying to make a good excuse. The "it is just innocent peeping" angle wasn't the best, of course; he must knew it wouldn't work on a straight guy.
"It's violation of my privacy, for fuck's sake!" My voice boomed in the restrict area, but I kept my paws at my side. There was really no need for beating up the little guy, after all it's not like I wasn't into sausages too...
"B-but you have such a nice cock!" The leaner male replied, his eyes going wide as he realized what he had just said. Not the best thing if you were in front of an angry straight jock, a growling bear practically pouncing on him. He must be peeing in his pants for sure at this point...
... A quick glance to his pants showed a peculiar tent in them. Damn, this guy was enjoying this! Or maybe he was remembering my junk! Fuck, that was kinky, in a way. And I needed release, oh so much release.... I leaned on his so that my muzzle was almost touching him before whispering. "Thank you."
The ferret shut his eyes, then opened them in shock, looking at me with such a surprised look on his short muzzle that I almost laughed at him. But I didn't, since the predominant feeling in me was horniness at this point. "What?" The long-limbed fur uttered, not believing his rounded cute ears.
"I said, thank you. That if you wanted to see my junk, you could have asked." I replied, giving him a meaningful look, one that all rump rangers would understand. I was almost offended at how much more surprised he was after the revelation, like it was suuuuuchhhh a surprise that a handsome, straight-looking bear was queer.
"You are..." The mustelid started, unsure what to say. For a peep he sure was dumb, or at least not trusting what a hunk was saying. It was always like that with the nerdy guys, they were actually the hardest to catch... Though, this particular one was already caught.
"If you want, you can get a taste of it." I proposed me, my cock now fully hard. I just needed a good fuck, right there and then, and if the ferret agreed with it I wouldn't need to harass the bartender of leonine persuasion for that night.
"Uhm, well, uhm..." The peep's eyes darted everywhere, on my bulge, on my chest, to the stall's walls. He was a veeerrry indecisive guy for someone that spied in the restrooms to get a good jerk, or maybe just surprised for the proposal. Finally, after a good minute and with me close to the point of leaving, he just nodded shaking.
"Good. Get on your knees." I commanded, accepting the weak sign as a full agreement. I didn't wait for the other's reaction, my paws quickly working on my pants and underwear, the piece of clothes landing on the floor with a soft sound and leaving my lower body and, especially, my hard dick exposed.
The hard rod caught the ferret's complete attention now, his brown eyes staring at it while his pink tongue darted on his lips. I could swear that the tent in his pants grew, and that he was frozen by lust now; I was almost tempted to shove him on his knees, fuck, with my gun out I needed to use it, but luckily he kneeled without my intervention, his paws grabbing my cock eagerly.
"Ouch! Careful with it!" I cried out at the coarse treatment of my junk, it was a sensitive area after all and those rough pads weren't nice at first. Just at first though, after that they did wonders, jerking my length in ways only another man knew, both of them working on it 'cause I was that long.
Meanwhile, the mustelid stuck his nose under my balls, taking a good wiff out of them. Normally I wasn't in that kind of stuff, but today it elicited a moan out of me as he handled my jewels. I could see his tail waving fast, bumping on the toilet bowl, so the little guy must have been having fun after all.
He must have loved musk, because he kept sniffing at my jewels for a good while, his paws working on my hard meat though so not that terrible. Maybe it was because he was a mustelid... Still, it was quite a nice sensation, that wet nose nuzzling my balls while my cock was jerked... And just when I was about to order a shift in the action, he did it by himself, raising his muzzle just enough to gobble on my bearhood.
Ashamedly, I squeaked in pleasure when that wet warmth enveloped first my tip, then several inches of my big cock. The ferret might have a small muzzle, but boy if he managed to get most of my dick inside it, his paws massaging what little was left outside. And he didn't gag on it, which was impressing; he must have practiced a lot, despite his shyness.
I laid my paws casually on his shoulder, deciding to let him do his magic without direction; it had worked so far, why changing it? I was right, the ferret knew his work, bobbing his head around my shaft with the appropriate amount of moans and lewd wet sounds, the kind that didn't give any space of interpretation on what was going on.
And his tongue... Really, really skilled. It wrapped around my cock in such ways, sliding around it as his owner moved, covering my bearhood in spit. He even managed to tease my tip where it is most sensible, not all guys managed to do that! He got me moaning in no time as he bobbed his head on my cock, one of his paws going down to rub his own erections through his pants.
I like a lot when the one giving head got his pleasure by it, and the ferret seemed to be one of those guys. As he got his muzzle full of dick he started moaning around it, the sound adding up to the stimulation is such a marvelous way; I felt myself getting closer and closer with each movement of his head, but I was craving something else at this point... Wondering if the little guy liked to be fucked as much as he loved giving blowjobs.
I stopped him the mustelid, pushing him slightly so to let my hard wood slip out of his muzzle, the brown furred guy panting heavily as he looked to. Was almost tempted to slap my cock on his muzzle... But then, he might not have liked it. I am a gentlebear after all, a stall was no place to be overly dominant.
"Do you want to cum all over my face?" The peep asked me, making me consider that he would have loved an overly dominant ursine. Even in my intoxication I was nice enough to just consider it briefly before dismissing it, would have caused lots of problems for the little guy.
"I prefer to deposit my load in another hole." I chuckled to my own bad pun, while the other guy's eyes widened. Seemed like the ferret was surprised of a lot of things, and I lazily wondered how it hadn't got him wrinkles around the eyes for the constant eye widening.
"Here? B-but I don't have any..." The long-limbed fur stopped on his tracks as I lowered myself to get my travel pack of lube and a condom. I pride myself for being safe after all!
"No problemo, weasel. Now, get in position!" I teased him, his ears flicking at being misnamed. But hell if I cared if his feelings were hurt, I wanted a fuck after all! And he complied easily, his pants lowered quickly and his knees set on the covered toilet bowl while his paws were on the wall. He even put his tail aside, so that I got a good view of his fine buns and winking hole.
For someone who supposedly had problems buttfucking in public, the ferret was easy to convince. Or maybe he just wanted my bearhood that bad. I didn't really care, just squeezed a good amount of lube on my fingers and jabbed one at first, directly, without mercy. I thought I have heard a sudden gasp from the peep, but that had been too muffled, as if from another place.
Brushing aside the issues, I made sure that the bent fur was okay and what better way than grabbing his cock? He had a nice one, or so it seemed from the feel of it in my paw, and definitely hard despite a thick digit all the way up the mustelid's ass. Reassured, I started moving it inside, worming and stretching, getting cute moans out of the bitch and potent throbs from the junk in my paw.
It took only a couple of thrusts to judge that the ferret could take more; and even adding another finger didn't pose any difficulty. Probably the guy was a regular bottom, or very relaxed back there, I know I can take a good quarter of hour to get my honeybutt loose enough. This guy didn't, moaning loudly as he got fingerfucked by two thick fingers, his cock preeing all over my paw.
I didn't jerk him... At least not yet. I was afraid he would come all too early, and for the thin fur t could be painful to get fucked after he came. I am a caring lover, after all, not just a hunky bear! I put inside the pucker one more digit, just to be sure, spreading that hole wide open, and probably hitting all kind of places by the sound the ferret was making.
I picked up some other noises between the bitch's moans, somewhat deeper and lower... Something that guy couldn't produce. But I had pressing matter at paw, and stuffed the info deep inside my brain, as my fingers moved in and out of that hole to my heart's content. Which was for a short time, after all, since my heart's will was overruled by my second brain in my junk.
I readied his cock and got back my fingers from that hungry butthole, wiping a bit of lube over his cheeks' fur. I opened and rolled the condom on my sizeable erection in no time, like the pro I was, and soon it was angled straight to the center of the pucker, one paw posed on his rump while the other grabbed his tail to keep it away.
There was no words, no jokes, no lines. It was real fucking, and it didn't need that shit. I just dived in, my cock being welcomed by the stretched ass like a long lost friend, since it had got used to my fingers. The ferret articulated the pleasure of his prostate being hit pretty much as my cock was half way in him, the moan getting longer as I managed to hilt myself inside his butt.
Ever fucked an ass? It is warm and tight, milking your junk so perfectly; sure, you can have other kind of funs, but sometimes nothing can beat a good tight butt. And the ferret's was good, clearly experienced but not to the extend of him being a size queen. An ass that gave you lots of pleasure when humped.
And so I did, pretty right away after enjoying the first taste. I thrust my pole deep inside him, making sure to rub my tip well, my balls slapping and hitting his own as I went in. I wasn't gentle or caring, this wasn't lovemaking after all, it was pure rutting, and from how loudly the guy moaned it was just fine with him too.
I grinded my cock in his butt, my crotch rubbing against his small but full asscheeks as I fucked him. For good measure, I made sure that I'd got only the tip in before ramming all the length inside, getting moans from the both of us, and another sound that didn't came from us. It wasn't the time to inquire on it, all I was focused on was fucking the ferret rough and deep, drooling a bit over him as I did.
I had been horned up for a good while, and full of booze too, so I knew I wouldn't last long. Since, as I said, I am a gentlebear, I knew that the bottom's gotta cum too, so I moved my paw downward until I grabbed his own dripping cock; it was a tricky move, since I kept fucking him, but I managed to take a good hold, falling in a good rhythm as I fiercely jerked his manhood.
My paw moved up and down that cock as my own erection wrecked his ass, a combination nobody could resist for too long. And the ferret wasn't the exception, since it took just a couple of minutes of frenetic action to bring him over the edge, groaning at the top of his lungs as he came, his seed splashing in my paw and then on the toilet bowl.
I took fully advantage of the sweet moment when an ass got tighter thanks to the throws of cumming, both paws on his rump now, smearing his load all over as I worked his ass. Those clenched was what I needed to climax, which I did with a deep growl, thrusting my bearhood in one last time before releasing my seed.
I heard a subdued roar in the background even embrace of the afterglow, coming from the stall besides our. I wasn't feeling particularly weak, so I left the ferret's ass as my orgasm finished, peeling out the condom full of cum. "Nice fucking, could you throw this away?" I told the exhausted weasel panting in the stall, handing him the used condom. Wasn't interested in him now that I taught his lesson, plus I had another prey to hunt...
I took time to gather my pants and underwear and out it on, fighting a bit to confine my still hard cock. Then I exited the stall, but not out of the bathroom yet, pushing the door next to it, luckily finding it unlocked.
What I found really stroked my ego, as the occupant of the stall was none other than the hunky lion bartender I was planning to hit on, seated with a cum stained cock in his paw and his pants around his feet, panting as heavily as the ferret. His eyes widened too as the fellow peep's, a blush appearing under his golden fur.
"If you liked the show and want to try it first hand, you can call me here." I chuckled and winked, handing over to him one of the business cards I always have in handy for these cases. Then I left to drink some more, expecting a call in the future.
The big cat did call me, of course, not resisting my bearish handsomeness. And he tasted my cock first paw too... But that is a story to be told another time!