Roomies.
Roomies
By Roofles
It was after another late-night of bar hopping before the two got back home. The two roomies lived on the fourth floor and with the elevator broken again they had to walk up the several flights of stairs, arm over shoulder to support one another as they laughed about nothing in particular. Everything was funny when you were this drunk.
"Dude," Andrew locked the door behind the raccoon. "I feel like I'm just going to crash right here and now." The otter laughed loudly, stretching his muscular arms up and over his head.
His friend guiltily watched; the chubby raccoon wished he had the endurance to hit the gym every morning like Andrew did.
"Next place we get, no stairs!" Bryan agreed as he checked over his phone. He'd been ignoring it, having done the driving. Going only a mile an hour due to being wasted. Not like he'd leave his new car at that last place.
There were several text and unanswered calls from his ex.
"When will he get a hint?" Bryan rolled his eyes, tossing his phone onto the counter and forgetting about it as he kicked his shoes off. He took a seat and began taking his socks off as well, stool a bit dizzy. A part of him did want to pick up the phone and call him back.
The sex was decent enough at least.
"You know," Andrew mused aloud looking down at the phone on the counter. The otter had stripped his shirt off the second he walked in, showing off his muscle and beer gut. "Sarah was saying it's cause you always go after the bad boys."
Bryan laughed at that. "No I don't..." He didn't even convince himself.
"Well there was Robby, Keven, Stevie..." Andrew counted out on his fingers. He stopped at, trying to think what comes after three. One, two, three... "Four!" He said out loud, then had a giggle fit as he rested against the counter, toying with the phone with a single finger.
"I can't help if they turn out to-to be douchebags." Bryan said in his defense, turning away.
"You mean you pick douchebags and then are like 'oh my gawd bro, he turned out to be a douchebag with a huge dick." Andrew laughed though, bending over to look in the fridge; sticking up his ass and large rudder tail and shaking it back and forth.
"I can't help who I'm attracted too." Bryan crossed his arms over his chest, watching as the otter got back up and headed over. The raccoon was blushing lightly from checking his drunk friend out.
"Dicks turn you on?" Andrew asked then stopped in his step. "I mean, douchebags." And he laughed shaking his head. "Whoa, what was in that drink?"
"I think a little bit of everything?" Bryan answered, unable to actually think of what was anything in the drinks they had that night. Even if they had one of everything. He just rested back on the sofa trying to stop their apartment from spinning.
"Yeah." Andrew just agreed. It was easier to just agree with him than try and put any real thought into it. "But yeah dude," he went on walking over. "I mean right now if I just," the otter had to think about it as he bent down and pulled off one of his socks, wiggling his web toes free of their restraints. Taking the sock in hand he got up on the sofa and just shoved the sweaty thing into the raccoon's masked face. "Did this to you, you'd date me."
The otter teased some more, roughly shoving his sweaty sock against the startled raccoon's muzzle.
"Stop, asshole." Bryan pulled away, pushing against the stronger male and laying back a bit as Andrew climbed up on him a bit.
"Just make you my bitch," the otter chest rumbled with his voice as he did his best impression of one of Bryan's ex's. "Smell it, bitch. Don't look away."
Bryan tried to push him off with a hind paw. Andrew just took hold of his leg and pushed it away roughly.
"Come on now. I know you like it, you sick little freak." Andrew didn't drop the issue until the raccoon would admit it. Bryan didn't need to say a thing in the end to make Andrew stop. "Fuck, dude.... Are you hard?" The otter hiccuped.
"N-no!" Bryan covered his face now with both hands as Andrew pulled back looking down at his friend. The raccoon covered his groin with his long striped tail.
"You so are." Andrew stared down at him a bit before chuckling and standing up on the sofa. "You really do like being treated like dirt, huh?" The otter licked his whiskered muzzle, stepping over him now to push his webbed foot right against the raccoon's face. "Just dirt underneath my paws? Aren't you..." Andrew just growled a bit at the sight of the raccoon between his webbed toes.
"Fuck Andrew, stop." Bryan tried to sound forceful but his voice was a bit softer than he had meant too, almost whining now.
Andrew curled his web toes around that white muzzle. "Lick it." He ordered. That meek, helpless voice of his friend made the otter thump his heavy tail against the cushions as he ordered him around.
"Andrew." Bryan whimpered now, looking up at him with big eyes.
"I said. Lick it." The otter ordered now, biting the tip of his tongue as he watched his friend closely.
The raccoon was breathing heavily now, breathing in the musky otters paw. Bryan could smell the long night of walking around it had to endure. The raccoon's muzzle opened slowly and he obeyed, licking right up between the otter's webbed toes. Using his bright pink tongue to pull on the webbed flesh between them.
Andrew groaned loudly at that, opening his toes for the raccoon.
The otter's paw pads were far softer than Bryan would have thought. They were warm to the touch as Andrew pushed and rubbed his toes over the raccoon's whole face now with them. The otter shivered, feeling that moist breath against his toes. Having the raccoon lick over them once more and even go down on his big toe, feeling it get sucked clean in that humid snout. Feeling Bryan's tongue licked around the paw pad and at the thick brown fur of his toe.
Andrew gave himself a grope, slowly rubbing himself as he looked down at this little bitch. "That's it." The otter murred deeply, it rumbled in his throat as he teased one of his own nipples now. "Clean it for me, bitch." The otter shivered in delight at the feel, the power he held over his friend with just a single paw.
Andrew was breathing heavily now. Maybe cause of the booze. Maybe cause his best friend was cleaning his sweaty toes with his tongue. All he knew was that he liked this side of the raccoon. He smiled wickedly down at him wondering just how far he'd go in their drunken state.
It must've been the booze that made the otter step off the raccoon and take a seat on the other side of the sofa. He lifted his paw again, holding one leg with an arm for support. A single look told the confused raccoon what he was supposed to do.
Bryan sat up slowly. Not only smelling his friend still on his face but tasting that musky paw in his mouth, on his tongue. In his throat. It made him drool as Bryawn crawled over to push his snout right back against it. Letting the otter rub it over the side of his face, petting him almost lovingly with it now. Then pushing it roughly against him.
"Damn," Andrew rested back in the corner, watching in delight. All Bryan needed now was a collar and leash for the otter to tug on; not that he'd need too. The raccoon seemed more than happy to help himself to the otters body.
Andrew sniffed under his arm, grinning at the new prospect for his new found play thing to clean. He really did need to get a leash now for him. "Man, it's been such a busy day. Didn't even notice, not taking a shower this morning." Andrew chuckled, licking his lips once more. "You want to sniff this otter, don't you?"
Bryan nodded at that still with his muzzle pushed against his foot.
"Want to know his musk." The otter stubby ears were up as he watched the delight wash over his little bitch friends face. Andrew would hate having to sit up, so instead he took hold of the front of Bryan's shirt and pulling the chubby raccoon over with his other paw; using the toes as if they were fingers.
Andrew held the back of his head, shoving that snout against his pit and rubbing his musk all over it. "Love that don't you, little musk bitch." The otter was huffing now, feeling his friend's snout in his pit. Sniffing at him, licking over it and moaning softly like a little, well, bitch. "Damn," Andrew curled his toes, the tip of his tail curling too. He never seen this side of Bryan before; it was really getting him going. Andrew never met such a slut before.
A hand ran up his leg, over his bare naked stomach, to rest on his chest. Groping and feeling the otters muscles, outlining each one as the other hand came up to molest his body hungrily. The raccoon soaking in every inch of Andrew now as he nosed, sniffed, licked and groped over his torso.
Andrew couldn't recall when Bryan had undone his pants, only when he lifted his hips did he realize the raccoon was kissing down over his belly to the otter's groin. "Damn," the otter didn't even need to direct him anymore as he felt that nose press roughly against his curly musky, slightly sweaty fur.
A hot tongue lapped up over one of his balls, making Andrew shiver again. His little slut was hungry for this otter it seemed.
Again, that tongue tasted him. Running up the side of his hanging sack, underneath and over it as Bryan rubbed his muzzle, his snout against Andrew erect dick. The otter took hold of his base, rubbing the fat member against the side of his friends face, keeping the raccoons head down as he tried to pull away for some fresh air. Even Andrew had to admit he was particularly musky this night.
"No," Andrew ordered once more. "You can only breath in me now." The otter tail curled again at the feel of that hot breath washing over his groin with heavy pants, his friend breathing in his rich musk from the long day they had together.
The two of them, together. Andrew grinned at the thought as those lips wrapped around his hard dick. The otter continued to rub over the raccoons head, encouragingly, resting back himself and just enjouying the feel of the chubby raccoon.
"Damn," Andrew grunted. At this pace, he was going to finish right here and now and it'd be over. His bitch would just go back to being his roommate. His best friend. Andrew couldn't have that, not just yet. He needed this to last.
The otter had to force the horny raccoon off him. He pushed Bryan onto his back, slowly climbing up and standing over him on all fours looking down at him. Andrew rubbed over the chubby raccoon's gut, up under his shirt and moved down to give it a bite.
"My toy now," The otter didn't wait either as he undid his friend's pants. Pulling them off roughly and discarded them to the side.
The raccoon was fully hard, leaking profusely and having stained his briefs in the process. "Unable to wait, just like a bitch." Andrew teased turning him around to grope his fat ass, rubbing down his surprisingly muscular thigh and back up inside, spreading the cheeks apart roughly; digging his fingers into the chubby raccoon's cheeks.
While Bryan had always been a very clean person, Andrew had always been an ass man.
Taking both of those cheeks an spreading them wide as he could, the horny otter pressed his cold nose against the raccoon's tail hole. The spiral colored tail wrapped around the otter as Bryan bent over, flushing even brighter than he had been before; the raccoon beginning to moan, unable to see the otter hidden underneath his big gut.
The sound only stirred the horny otter on as he licked up over that large tail hole, tugging on the sensitive flesh roughly with his tongue. Nipping down underneath it before nosing at it once more. The otter bounced Bryan's sack on his nose like a trained seal, teasing and tasting the raccoon's sweaty taint for him before moving back to that large, gray skinned tail hole. Tasting and, soon, just eating him out; Andrew's teeth biting one of his cheeks again. Hard enough to leave a bruise under the raccoon's black fur.
The otter could keep this up all night, his aching cock could not.
Reluctantly, Andrew turned the raccoon back around. Wanting to watch that cute little, chubby face of his best friend while he fucked his brains out.
Andrew didn't claim to be a size queen, still he never had a single complaint in his life as he rubbed his head around the raccoon tight, fat tail hole. He took both of Bryan's legs tightly in his hands, not needing to hold himself any longer; spread them apart while the otter worked that tight tail hole until it was wet and dripping with his pre.
The otter pressed forward then, pushing his head into that tight rear and making the raccoon squeal for him.
"Like that, you little bitch." Andrew growled, lustful as he watched the raccoon react to him so. Sliding a good inch of himself in, forcefully spreading the raccoon to accommodate his girth.
Bryan groaned at that, whining pitifully as he lay there helpless to this pleasure.
"No," Andrew stopped him when the raccoon tried to touch himself. "Got to wait like a good little bitch." The otter grunted, feeling himself squirt a good handful of pre into that tight raccoon hole at that. Andrew just used that lubrication to bring another two inches in, twisting his hips as he did so. Watching as the raccoon behaved as he hope.
Squirming underneath him, the larger male nothing more than his little play thing for him now.
Pumping his dick further into him, the otter tilted his head back in ecstasy. The raccoon was tight. Or maybe Andrew was just too big. That made the otter smile, stroking his own ego as he rubbed down over his cock with one hand. Bryan had that leg up on his shoulder anyways; Andrew could feel the raccoon flexing, trying to pull him closer to his needy, wanting body.
Andrew took his sweet time pushing the rest of himself in, not about to be told what to do. All the way in until his balls were resting on top of the raccoon's tail. Bryan was hot in the face, looking between his legs and up at his friend. The raccoon shaft jumped suddenly, spraying his stomach and chest with some more pre.
"Really gets you going doesn't it." Andrew withdrew himself, only a fraction before pounding it back in with enough force to shake the sofa they were on. The otter had to steady himself after that, putting one leg on the ground before doing it again. "Being treated like this." Andrew groaned, rubbing himself counter-clockwise in the raccoon to lube everything up, abundantly leaking into his friend. "Used ass my fuck toy." Andrew slurred his words and didn't even care.
The otter could feel his sack tightening against his body, that rising pressure ever growing as he quickened his pace wanting to milk every single drop out of this moment as he plowed into his friend. Scooting the sofa back again as the muscular otter arced his back, gripping the raccoon's legs painfully tight as he pulled him against Bryan in one last final, glorious thrust against those fat ass cheeks; slamming his muscular thighs against them.
Andrew exploded inside the raccoon, filling him with his lust, his dominance and glory. Giving the little bitch what he wanted from the big strong otter. Letting it drain out of him and into his friend, every last humping pump of it as the otter rested down on the raccoon's sticky chest, still humping his hips every couple of second as his dick began to grow limp.
Andrew rested on his side, mostly on the raccoon and against the back of the sofa as he finally slipped free. He rubbed over the raccoon's gut. "Yo pregnant already?" Andrew chuckled weakly.
"Shut up, ass." Bryan gave him a light punch as he rested back once more, still breathing heavily. He tried to tighten his rear, to keep as much as he could of the otter inside. The two were exhausted and just lay there after it. "I guess I am a bitch, huh?" Bryan said aloud.
"Yeah." Andrew chuckled, nuzzling the side of his face and giving it a lick as he clapped a hand onto the raccoon's chest. "My bitch."
And the two shared a laugh, hugging each other and cuddling for warmth as they fell asleep in their sticky friendship embrace.