Road Head
Just another something quick to throw together. Friend gave me the idea. I thought I wouldn't be able to make it work as anything I'd like, but hey, what do you know. I did. I enjoyed writing it quite a bit! Let me know what you think :) Or if you have other suggestions for new stories, let me hear them!
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"How much further do we have to go?" Avalon whined, pulling his phone out and checking the time. It was only three in the afternoon, and the GPS put their arrival at about six. "Come on!" he protested, pocketing the phone and leaning back in his seat.
They'd been on the road for three hours already, and were driving through farmland with no cell towers for miles. The otter had been going stir crazy nearly the whole time, and poor Jason had had to drive while listening. "Calm down. Take a nap or something; Elias has been sleeping for the whole time," the fox said, glancing in the rear-view mirror at the sleeping tiger.
The car's AC didn't work, and it was a rather warm, summer day. The windows on the car were rolled down and Elias' short, blond hair whipped around against his forehead; Jason had put enough gel into his hair to keep it from going anywhere too much while the otter opted for a hair-tie and a top-knot. All three were wearing t-shirts and gym shorts while toughing out the summer weather. They'd been traveling along the two-lane road at over eighty for the past hundred miles and hadn't seen another car.
"Nap? How could you nap with the sound of all the wind?" the otter complained, cupping a paw out the window and grumbling. "I think I might die if I don't find something to do!" he said melodramatically, slumping in his seat and reaching up under his short's pant-leg to adjust himself.
Jason caught the motion out of his eye and shifted around himself, letting the car's cruise control take over at high speeds. "Well, I don't know what to tell you. There's no signal out here, and you said you can't here the music well over the wind. So you have to find something to do, cause it's not like I can help you much,"
"I spy," the otter began, rolling his head to look out the window at all the fields of various crops, occasionally seeing a farm house off in the distance. "With my little eye... something beginning with the letter "c","
"Corn," the fox said, eyes never leaving the road.
"The letter "m"," Avalon continued, rolling his eyes and trailing a paw along the roof of the car door.
"More corn," Jason said, clenching his jaw.
The otter giggled to himself, drumming his fingers on the car door. "I spy, with my little eye, something beginning with the letter "e"!"
"And that's when I kicked him out of the car, your honor," the fox muttered under his breath, letting out an exasperated sigh.
"Come oooooon," the otter pleaded, rolling his head towards the fox with a pouty look.
"If this is what I think it is," he said, unable to keep from smirking as he caught the otter's face in the mirror.
"Even more corn," he said in unison with Avalon who broke out into laughter and fended off the fox's pokes at his ribs.
"Sorry, sorry! I promise I won't do that," the otter said, holding onto one of Jason's attacking paws and giving it an affectionate squeeze.
Jason glanced over to Avalon and slowly pulled his paw free, petting it over the back of his friend's neck. "You'd better not,"
"Alright, so..." the otter's smile widened and he shifted around in his seat while keeping an eye on the fox, making sure his attention was back on the road. "I spy something beginning with the letter "p","
Jason's brow furrowed in thought and he glanced around out the car at the scenery. "Um, puh... prr..." the fox, already not very invested in the game, shrugged. "I don't know, what?"
"Penis." The otter was sitting in his seat, shorts pulled up enough to tug his entire package out into the open. His uncut shaft was half-hard already, and his paw continued to stroke his foreskin back and forth across his head.
The fox's eyes flicked around the scenery again before sudden realization hit him and he looked down at the otter's lap. "What?! What are you doing!" he asked, blushing as he stared at the otter for a few more seconds before turning his attention to the road, paws gripping the steering wheel a bit harder now.
"What? You said I should entertain myself." Avalon declined his seat a few degrees and hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his shorts, tugging them down and kicking them off onto the floor. With easier access he gripped his shaft and started stroking a bit quicker.
Jason's eyes flicked from the road, to the sleeping tiger in the backseat, and then to the otter's lap. "You can't do that in the car, though! What if someone sees?"
Avalon just scoffed and closed his eyes, rubbing his left paw along his chest before sliding it down and dipping a finger in under his foreskin as he stroked upwards, stretching it a little and letting out a content sigh. "Mmm, no one is going to see anything. We haven't even seen another car in the last forever."
Jason's glared at the road in front of him, gritting his teeth together. He could smell the otter's musk now. Just barely catching it with the windows open. He chanced another look at the otter's groin and saw a thick glob of pre rolling down over Avalon's fingers. His mouth watered, but he turned forward again, shaking his head.
He inhaled sharply when two fingers swiped across his nose and lips, smearing pre against them and filling his senses with otter musk. Those fingers curled against his lips and pressed gently. "Open up, foxie," Avalon cooed.
The fox tried to ignore the probing fingers, tried to remain resolute, and tried to pretend that every breath earned him another whiff of the otter's scent. His ears lay back against his head in protest and he opened his muzzle, allowing the fingers in and sucking at them hungrily.
"Good boy," Avalon muttered, watching his friend lick and suck along his fingers, cleaning the rest of the pre off. He squeezed his shaft and stroked up, getting another thick dollop of pre out on his fingers. His right hand replaced his left and he drove those fingers in against that searching tongue. "Mmm, feels kind of weird," he said, starting to thrust his fingers back and forth along the fox's tongue.
Jason whined and glanced in the mirror to make sure the tiger was still asleep. Elias wouldn't have cared, but might have joined in on the fox's torment. His sheath had filled out and he could feel a few inches poking up at his shorts, his attention being sought after now.
This didn't go unnoticed by the otter for long, and the fingers slipped out of Jason's muzzle to reach down for the bulge. "Ooh, see? This is fun!" he teased, wrapping a paw around the hidden fox sheath and giving it a firm squeeze. He could feel the sheathed cock pulse in his grip and he used both sheath and shorts to start stroking up and down.
Jason's grunted and parted his muzzle to let out a soft moan, determined to keep his eyes on the road since he was still driving. He wanted to fight back, to say something, but the otter's attentions felt so very good right now. They'd been waiting on this vacation all week, making sure every last little item was finished and done so they'd have no surprises to come home to, and nothing to worry about. He hadn't gotten off in days, and Avalon's cock felt like heaven.
"Jeez, you're like a fucking faucet when you're needy," Avalon said, squeezing at Jason's sheath and feeling the wetness starting to seep through the flimsy fabric. "Come on, lift your hips for a moment," the otter said, grabbing at the waistband and starting to tug down.
The fox complied after only a moment's hesitation, and soon enough he was sitting there, shorts on the floor near the pedals, and his cock sticking up from his sheath and dribbling pre everywhere. At some point, he couldn't say when, the otter had undone both their seat belts. He stared down at his cock for a few seconds before lifting his arm out of the way for Avalon's head. "Wh-what are you doing?"
"What's it look like I'm doing? Come on, I've done this to you like, hundreds of times before, dude," the otter said, chuckling as he rearranged himself in the passenger seat. It wasn't exactly easy with the limited room, and the thick rudder-tail, but with the seat now lowered as far back as it could go, he managed to kneel over into the fox's lap, staring directly at his goal.
Jason's heart was racing as he watched the otter's tongue flick out against the head of his exposed shaft. He swallowed a moan and closed his eyes for a second before jerking his head back and looking at the road again. He'd only drifted a few inches towards the shoulder, but his cheeks flushed with embarrassment all the same.
Avalon laughed and squeezed Jason's sheath, tugging it back up to encase the slick member. "Just keep your eyes on the road. I'll take care of the rest," he said.
The fox whined in agreement and bit down on his cheek as the otter teased him. His sheath was pinched shut and he felt the otter's tongue lapping against the entrance, clearing off some of the clear fluid. It didn't take more than a few heartbeats to coax out enough pre that some was starting to ooze from between Avalon's fingers.
"God, that's so hot," Avalon whispered, staring at the fox's sheath, keeping it shut as his tongue darted out for each new drop of pre that appeared. The base of the fox's sheath was starting to fill out and he pressed his nose into the bulge, groaning happily.
Jason squirmed around, biting down on his lip and huffing through his nose. "V-val, come on," he breathed, giving the otter a desperate look.
"What is it, foxie? Not having fun?" the otter asked, nuzzling the fox's pinched-off sheath and smearing pre against his lips. "Your smell and taste say you are,"
"My knot!" he begged, letting out a pathetic whimper. His paws were gripping the steering wheel and sweating, though the summer heat had nothing to do with it now.
"Oh? Do you want me to do something about it?" Avalon asked, lips mouthing over the sheathed knot and licking up any pre that dribbled down the fur.
The fox just whined helplessly in response. This was torture for him, and despite the situation, he'd rarely been more turned on than this. "Val..." he whimpered again.
Avalon pressed his lips to the fox's sheath in a soft kiss, and released his grip. Six inches of fox cock pushed out and into the otter's muzzle and a sheath-full of pre drooled out sloppily, soaking the fox's fur and balls. His knot was still trapped in his sheath as it stretched to accommodate the growing flesh. The otter's lips dragged back and forth along the slick shaft, sucking at the tip for more juices before pushing back down and kissing the hidden knot.
Jason was panting openly and his hips twitched upwards against the otter's lips, hoping to skin his sheath back with a thrust against the otter's muzzle.
Avalon nearly obliged him; his lip squeezed the fox's shaft and his tongue snaked under the taut skin and swirled around inside Jason's sheath, against the thick knot. He'd worked up his friend enough times to know exactly what was possible, and as he lowered his muzzle, the sheath started stretching wider, almost to its limit as it reached the widest portion. Before a needy thrust could help skin it back, though, the otter's paw pulled back upwards, hiding the bulb from view once more.
Jason let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a whimper and his hips wiggled from side to side, leg beginning to twitch excitedly. His knot was almost to the point where it couldn't be tugged free and his nerves were on end.
The otter repeated the action a few times; tugging the sheath down with his lips and paw before jerking back upwards. The sounds Jason made were driving him wild as well and his cock was pressed against the car seat in a small puddle of his own pre.
He pulled off the fox's cock and squeezed behind the now-engorged knot, stroking on that thin bit right beneath. As his tongue forced into the too-tight sheath, the fox let out an unrestrained bark and arched his hips up as he came. Avalon couldn't do much to direct the fox's spray and the first splattered against the steering wheel and hit the windshield. A few ropes of seed rained back down on the otter's face and he groaned in perverse enjoyment.
Elias grumbled as the fox's bark woke him up. He stretched his arms out as best he could in the cramped car, eyes squeezed shut as he yawned sleepily. He'd been sleeping with his head facing the open window, and was suddenly caught off guard when something wet and musky splattered against the side of his open muzzle. The taste was unmistakable and his eyes opened right as another rogue rope of fox seed splattered against his nose and lips; Jason's cock had fired seed right out the open window and was sucked back through the back window by the draft. The tiger jerked his head away from the window in surprise, now seeing how the others were positioned and he grabbed the car door as he leaned away. "GUYS!" he yelled.
The car swerved into the oncoming, but empty, lane for a few seconds as the fox was spooked mid-orgasm. Avalon's head pulled back in a moment of shock as well, taking a few jets of fox cum to his neck and chin as he pulled away, scrambling to get back into his seat properly. His seat was now soaked from where he'd been drooling steadily into the fabric.
Jason righted the car quickly, panting fast and glancing up at the rear-view window, seeing the tiger glaring back. "I-I thought you were asleep," he said dumbly, glancing over at Avalon who was just grinning sheepishly and trying to wipe cum off his face with his shirt.
Elias wiped the back of his paw against his cheek, smearing some of the fox's seed into his fur. "I was! And then you came on my face!" he said, turning the messy side of his face towards the others so they could see it in the mirror. He didn't look too upset, though, and licked his lips, shaking his head.
"The otter lay back against the lowered seat and purred up at the tiger, draping a paw into Elias' lap while his other busied itself by stroking his own shaft. "That's my bad... I got bored. Can I make it up to you?" he asked, laying on the faux-innocent charm and groping the tiger's shaft through his shorts.
The tiger made a show of crossing his arms over his chest and looking away, huffing. "You guys could have woken me up, let me enjoy the show," he said, pretending to be hurt. The fox's paw snaked up his shorts and gripped his furred sac and he sucked in a breath. "But... I suppose you can make it up," he said, looking back to Avalon.
Jason grabbed the otter's shirt from the center terminal where he'd left it and used it to wipe his seed off the windshield and steering wheel before shoving it between his legs to help keep his car seat from getting drooled on as his knotted cock continued to drip lightly from his orgasm. Through the rear-view mirror he could see the tiger unbuckling his seat belt and turning to his side in the backseat.
Avalon turned on his side in the lowered seat and tugged Elias' shorts down to his knees. The tiger's shaft was a bit shorter and thicker than either of theirs, and cut, but his balls were bigger and fit the slightly-pudgy frame Elias had. The otter's muzzle pressed up under the balls and nuzzled upwards along the soft, cut shaft, before pressing it into his muzzle.
Elias was cramped in his position, and had thought about changing it to get more comfortable, but when those soft, warm lips pressed over the head of his cock he just closed his eyes and growled happily, reaching a paw down to grip the otter's hair and pull him in closer. His shaft stiffened almost immediately and in no time at all he was humping back and forth into the otter's muzzle.
The otter gagged slightly as the tiger's thicker shaft cut off his breathing on deep thrusts, but didn't complain one bit. He loved being in this position just as much as he enjoyed being the one in Elias'. He knew the tiger would be quick to get off in this fashion and his paw worked over his cock in earnest now, sliding his foreskin back and forth over the head.
The tiger pressed hunched forward for a better angle and huffed from exertion as he started rocking his hips back and forth, heavy balls smacking into the otter's muzzle as he bottomed out on each thrust. The musk of the horny teenagers in the car was quite obvious despite the open windows, and Elias gripped Avalon's hair tighter and bit his bottom lip, working himself closer. "I wanna see you cum first," he muttered down at the otter.
Jason had adjusted his mirror for a better angel and was watching intently, toying with his spent cock and sheathed knot. The otter beside him was taking in sharp breaths and his paw flew and up and down, bringing himself to a long-awaited orgasm. Jason reached his paw over, batting away Avalon's and stroking for him. The otter arched into his paw and seconds later ropes of cum splattered across his tan-furred chest. The fox shivered as he felt the flesh pulse in his paw and squeezed along the length of it to draw some more seed across his fingers before bringing it to his muzzle to lick clean.
Elias needed no more encouragement and he yanked on the otter's hair, pulling out of his muzzle and gripping his cock with his other paw. He'd never leaked like the others did, and wasn't much of a distance shooter, but his balls pumped a steady stream of cum against the otter's face and muzzle, making quite the mess of the headrest. Avalon just lay there, gasping for breath as his muzzle was painted by the thick tiger.
The tiger sighed happily and wiped his cock off against a patch of clean fur on Avalon's shoulder and then tugged his shorts up as he got back into his seat. "That's for the impromptu facial you gave me," he said, laughing.
Avalon wasn't able to open his eyes, and he just panted softly, licking seed from his lips and enjoying the afterglow of their fun. Jason looked down at the mess with a small pang of envy, but grinned. "At least give him your shirt to clean off," he said to the tiger, who obliged.
The otter cleaned off his face as best he could, unable to get all of the tiger's mess, and not even able to start on what he'd left over his chest. "Oh... god damn. That was so much fun," he said, dropping the shirt on the floor and looking for his shorts, pulling the phone out. "I'm sure that killed plenty of t- TWENTY MINUTES?!" he yelled.