Quick and Easy One: Handjob
What's a handjob between bros?
"Hey, bro, uh thanks for this, finals've been killer," the pitbull said as he stepped into the cougar's apartment. He rubbed the back of his neck a little sheepishly. The cougar eyed the beefy canine, smiling as he took in the tank-top and athletic shorts he wore.
"Not a problem," the feline said, smiling. He closed the door behind them. "Just come from practice?"
"Yeah. You uh...want me to shower first? I don't mind." The pitbull offered nervously. He stood looking around his classmate's apartment as though unsure how to proceed.
"I don't mind, if you don't," the cougar, Lucas, replied. Marcus gave a small shrug. "Guess not. Saves some time, I suppose. I got homework like crazy." He continued to stand.
Lucas chuckled and waved a paw invitingly at the rest of his apartment. "Mi casa, es su casa," he said. "Why don't you go sit on the couch and get comfortable? Relax."
"Uh, yeah. Sorry." The pitbull replied, with an awkward chuckle. "I've never uh, done this with another dude before."
The burly canine walked into Lucas's living room and sat down on the couch in front of the TV. Lucas followed after him, smirking. "That's not all I meant by 'get comfortable'." he said. He enjoyed watching the pitbull flounder a bit. Marcus was athletic, popular, but he never was the sharpest tool in the shed. Lucas enjoyed having such a prime specimen of a man on his couch looking a little flustered.
"Oh, yeah, heh, guess you can't uh," he gestured at his shorts. "Y'know...with these on."
Marcus stood up and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts. He tugged them down with a smooth motion. Lucas watched, seeing the pitbull wore a jockstrap beneath them. Marcus's brindle ass came into view, beefy and muscular like the rest of him. His fur was mostly that brindle mottling, with splotches of white here and there on his arms, chest and thighs. He kicked his shorts to one side, the silky red fabric bunching around his sneaker for a moment before he dislodged it. Lucas admired the bulge in the slightly-yellowed mesh pouch of that jock for a brief moment before Marcus shimmied out of it too. The cougar practically purred as the pitbull's white balls flopped loose between his thighs as he stepped out of the jock. The thin fur showed the pink skin of his sack through its dusting coat. A pretty, smooth penis dangled above the hefty orbs, its tip wreathed in supple foreskin. Lucas sighed, envious of the females that got to play with that tackle freely.
The pitbull plopped back down on the couch, his knees spread, looking a little uncomfortable. The handsome prick between his legs, however, was showing definite signs of interest. Lucas walked over to him slowly, moving with that inherent feline grace as he perched beside Marcus on the sofa.
"How're we doing this?" He asked, reaching over and stroking the pitbull's inner thigh. He jumped like the cat had shocked him. "Hands? Or do you want more?" Lucas licked his lips.
"Uh, j-just...just hands I think...I've never done this with another guy before..." he reiterated. Despite his nerves, his dick was getting slowly fatter. Lucas nodded, and his nostrils twitched as he caught a whiff of the pitbull's musk. His sweat was pungent but not overwhelming. Clean, fresh sweat, heavy with pheromones not yet curdled by time.
"Whatever you like, handsome," Lucas purred. He reached out then and curled his fingers around the pitbull's cock. Marcus took a slow inhale of breath at the touch, then relaxed a little more. He sank back into the couch, willing himself to be at ease. Lucas gave his semi-aroused penis a slow stroke, moving the foreskin back from the hidden head of it. More scent tickled the cougar's nose. "Mmm, you have a beautiful cock, Marcus," he purred. The heavy tool twitched in the feline's paw.
"Um, t-thanks...that feels nice," the pitbull answered, watching the feline handle his member. Lucas smiled. "Yes, it does," he agreed. He stroked the pitbull's dick slowly. He could feel the veins along its length starting to thicken and harden against the palm of his paw. Supple skin slid back and forth across the bright pink head, that tumescent glans slick and shiny. Lucas reached over with his other paw and cupped the canine's large testicles in his palm, weighing them. That brought a sigh to Marcus's lips. His feet twitched in his sneakers, curled toes hidden beneath the athletic shoes.
"Suuuch a big boy," Lucas murmured playfully. He gave Marcus's nuts a gentle squeeze, then rolled them against his fingers. The pitbull's dick hardened rapidly, and his erection more than filled the feline's fist. Lucas paused in his stroking to circle the tip of his thumb gently against the tip of Marcus's weapon. To his surprise, it came away slick with pre. "Mmm, you are pent up; leaking already!" He teased.
"Heh...heheh...yeah I uh...finals...mmmph..." Marcus stammered. "Fuck...that feels real good..."
Lucas increased the speed of his stroking. Marcus's foreskin slid easily up and down his length, the glistening of pre quickly spreading. The dog's veiny dick twitched in Lucas's grip, and Lucas let go of Marcus's balls to press the meat of his thumb against the underside of that head. He stroked the frenulum there in slow circles, lubricated with the pitbull's oozing precum. Marcus gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head briefly. "H-holy sheeeeyit..." he groaned, his head plopping back onto the back of the couch in bliss. Lucas giggled and stroked the dog's foreskin up around the tip of his pointer finger, circling it around inside against Marcus's glans. The dog's legs jerked and shook, his breath coming in short gasps. Lucas slowly removed that digit and returned it to Marcus's heavy balls. He gripped the pitbull's fuzzy sack and tugged lightly at it. Stealthily, he let his finger tips press lightly against the space behind his scrotum. Marcus jumped, panting, precum jetting lightly from the tip of his prick. "Oh fuck...fuuuuuck dude..." he groaned and Lucas pressed just a little lighter there on the pitbull's taint.
Marcus's body tense, the dog grimacing, teeth clenched. Lucas saw what was coming, and quickly removed both the paw stroking the dog's penis and the fingers teasing his prostate. "Uh uh, not yet, big boy," the feline chided. He shifted, swinging his jean-clad leg over Marcus's thighs to straddle his lap. The dog looked up, confused, curious, as the clothed feline mounted his legs. Those big canine nuts were nestled against the bulge in Lucas's jeans, as the cat leaned forward and took hold of that eager canine dick once more.
As Marcus watched, fascinated, Lucas pressed the meat of his palm against the head of his cock and began to slowly twist. Back and forth the soft pads of the cougar's paw rolled over the tip of Marcus's pulsing rod. It was both intensely pleasurable, and yet overstimulating in a way that delayed the jock's impending orgasm. Marcus let out a small whimper, watching that fist and palm manipulate his cock. "Oh my god, man..." he whispered hoarsely, his knees jouncing. His beefy chest rose and fell rapidly, fists clenching and relaxing on either side of him.
Lucas's apartment smelled like horny, sweaty pitbull. The feline was purring, enjoying having the jock at his mercy. He shifted his grip, using one paw to skin back the canine's foreskin, and then pressed both thumbs against that sensitive frenulum beneath his cockhead. He moved them in circles opposite to one another, the rest of his fingers crooked just behind the ridge of that tip. He began to stroke with both paws, up and down the length of Marcus's erection. The dog watched the feline work, his jaw slack with the sensations running through his manhood. He'd never experienced such pleasure from just paws before, hardly even from his own. Marcus hardly noticed the throb of the clothed cougar's erection against his fat nuts.
In no time, Marcus was tensing up again, those big balls tightening up against the column of his shaft. As before, the cougar backed off, releasing the dog's eager tool. It flexed in place, twitching and leaking. Marcus looked up at Lucas. "Fuuuck dude...it's gonna fuckin' explode man..." he panted, whining a little more.
"Yeah? You want it to, don't you?" Lucas teased, gently stroking a finger tip up the underside of Marcus's dong. Marcus shuddered, and nodded. "Yeah, fuck yeah I do."
Lucas smiled slowly. "What's the magic word, handsome?" Marcus flushed like a beet, his penis jerking.
"Uh..." he hesitated, looking down at his oozing prick. It was swollen and engorged, every vein of it standing out like a molehill along the width of his shaft. The head bulged, bright red and solid. "...P-please?" he offered nervously.
"'Please', what?" Lucas teased further, nudging a knuckle gently against the pitbull's swollen testicles. He was enjoying tormenting the desperate dog, but he wanted his face in those balls too.
"Fuck uh...please...let me cum?" Marcus whimpered, his cheeks somehow even redder. His pecker practically danced under his taut belly.
"Atta boy," Lucas purred, smiling. He wrapped his hands around the canine's prick once more. "Hold on tight, big fella. I'm gonna knock those sneakers right off you." Lucas returned to pumping the athlete's cock with a steady rhythm. His paws flew up and down the pitbull's throbbing length and made those eager nuts bounce and flop. Lucas breathed deep of the smells coming off of Marcus's fit body. The pitbull was coated in a sheen of fresh sweat. The leaking precum was sharp and tangy in the cougar's nose. He wanted to taste it, but he respected the jock's choice for just paws. Lucas's own dick was iron in his briefs, aching to be released. Marcus could smell it too, Lucas was willing to bet.
Minutes passed, and Lucas admired the gradual return of the tension in Marcus's toned body. The flex of his ab muscles, the way his paws clenched, all of it announced the approach of that release the dog so desperately desired. He panted through his nose, eyes clenched tight as he focused on the sensations radiating from his dick. Eventually, he started to shake, his head reflexively jerking from side to side a bit as the orgasm raced nearer. Lucas was enraptured in the sights, his own penis oozing pre through the denim of his jeans so near those clenching canine balls.
"Oh shit, p-please...don't stop," Marcus groaned, cracking his eyes open to watch the cougar jerk him off. "So...so fuckin' close dude...fuck!"
Lucas used one fist to pull back the pitbull's foreskin, and let the other fist pump raw over the last several inches of the canine's cock. Instead of just his foreskin, the dog was treated to the feel of fur and soft, warm paw-pads sliding over his desperate dick. Lucas felt him almost buck at the change in sensation, Marcus biting his lip to keep from shouting. The sound of paw over dripping prick was loud, even over the dog's whimpers and Lucas's excited purring. That fat cockhead was so swollen Lucas could feel it pop through the ring of his grip on every stroke.
"I'm gonna...nnnngh...I'm gonna cum, man!" Marcus practically howled. His hips started to hump instinctively, his testicles flopping against Lucas's tented jeans. Then he let out a sharp bark, and those balls clenched hard. Marcus's entire body flexed as his dick hardened like a steel bar, and then gushed a thick white rope into the air. He reveled, groaning, as the orgasm rocked him. That first shot sluiced down into the fur of his abs, and the next outpaced it. It rained into the crease between his pecs. The third shot furthest, frosting his muzzle and the wall behind him with the sticky cream. Again and again he pulsed and shook, the load arching and covering his spasming torso with splats of off-white seed. Slowly, the spurts of cum got smaller, matching the gradual relaxation of the dog's body until with one last twitch, he fell spent onto Lucas's couch.
Lucas had watched Marcus blow that load with intense desire. Every twitch of him, every spurt of seed, even noise he made sent shivers through the feline's body. His tail lashed behind him so hard it knocked things off the coffee table. His intense purring didn't fade, even as Marcus finished nutting.
It took almost five minutes for Marcus's breathing to slow. He eased his eyes open, seeing the feline perched on his lap still absently toying with his mostly-flaccid penis. Smiling at him. "Worth it, getting a handjob from a guy?" he asked facetiously.
"F-fuck yes..." Marcus answered without hesitation. "I have time after practice tomorrow again. Uh...wanna try...sucking me off?" he asked, grinning through his blush.
"Mmm...absolutely, stud." Lucus chuckled, dismounting from Marcus's lap. "You better hurry and shower though, it's almost 6pm."
"Oh shit!" Marcus leapt up, grabbing his shorts and leaving a trail of cum from the couch to the bathroom in his haste to resume his studies.