Do Me, Roomie
A rat comes home after a hard day at work and lets off some steam with his room mate. It goes farther than he ever would have expected.
This is my first piece of furry smut ever. Critique is very welcome.
Bertram was walking home as quickly as he could after a long day of working at a small software company. It had not been a good day. Bertram needed to stay late working on an emergency fix on a product which his boss was demonstrating this weekend in front of a group of potential customers. The software was supposed to be ready for this demo the day before, but today's trial run showed that one of Bert's colleagues had left some critical pieces unfinished and said nothing before going on vacation. Finishing up then fell on Bert, the only developer still in the office.
It was nearly eleven on a Friday night. There was a chill in the air. Bert, having anticipated walking home much earlier, was not dressed for the cool temperature. He curled his bare tail up between his legs and under his office dress-shirt while he walked briskly, arms crossed. One of the disadvantages of his species, he supposed, was the need to keep his tail warm on nights like this. Bert was a bespectacled rat with white fur, nearly six feet tall with a lithe, but not athletic body.
As he turned the corner onto the block where his apartment was, he felt a familiar relief as well as a growing exhaustion. He walked up the steps to his door, opened it and stepped into the warmth of his home. Before he could close the door, he heard a greeting from his roommate, Mel.
"Why so late today? Did you stop at the gay bar to suck some anonymous dick?"
Bertram rolled his eyes. Mel had learned that he was gay a few months after they moved into this apartment when he turned on his laptop in front of him after forgetting to close some erotic items of interest. Bert was mortified at the time, unsure of how Mel would feel about it; but since then it had become a matter of good natured teasing and oh-so-funny innuendo on Mel's part. Nothing about his behavior suggested any sort of discomfort from living with Bert, though maybe he did have a somewhat immature sense of humor.
"Just cleaning someone else's mess, as usual." Bert paused a moment. "And no, not that kind of mess, asshole."
Mel laughed at that and held out his hands innocently. "I wasn't gonna say nothin!'"
Mel was a heavyset skunk with muscled arms and legs from daily manual labor. Mel was much taller than Bert, almost seven feet by Bert's estimation. His fur was mostly mahogany brown, almost black, with the white stripe on this back and face typical of his species. He kept the light gray hair on his head short and a similarly colored beard accented his jaw.
Bert took a quick look around the dark living room. Mel was deep into his almost-daily ritual of drinking and smoking cannabis while watching whatever happened to tickle his fancy on the TV. A forty-ounce malt-liquor beverage sat almost empty on the small table in front of him and a still-smoking bong sat on the floor by his foot. He was sitting on the couch wearing nothing but a pair of shorts, lazily splayed out and comfortable. It wasn't a lifestyle Bert could manage, but he did sometimes envy the skunk. He worked hard during the day and played hard at night.
"Hey, you gotta come see this crazy foreign game show," he said enthusiastically. "It's insane what they have these people doing in public!"
If Bert had had a better day and was in a better mood, he very likely would have done just that. Instead, he just shook and hung his head, exhausted and frustrated.
"No, but thanks. I think I'm just going to go to sleep. Today sucked and I'm tired."
"It's Friday, man!" Mel pleaded. "Why not unwind a bit if you had a shitty day?"
Bert stopped and thought about this. He had nowhere to be the next day, so perhaps Mel had a point.
"Alright, what the hell." Bert took off his belt and tie and tossed them haphazardly over the back of the couch and untucked his dress shirt as he sat down next to the skunk.
Mel picked up the bong and held it out to Bert questioningly.
Bert shook his said. "Thanks, but that might backfire on me right now. You know it sometimes just makes me nervous."
"Ah, well this stuff ain't that strong. You might have an easier time with it." Mel sparked the bowl and filled the tube with smoke before inhaling deeply.
Bert was skeptical that a seasoned smoker like Mel could gage such a thing for one as inexperienced as he was. "Thanks anyway. Just going to relax here, I think."
Mel nodded and blew out a cloud of white smoke toward the TV, drawing Bert's attention to what was happening on the screen for the first time.
A man was sneaking behind a woman while she was grocery shopping. Whenever he got a chance, he sneakily took something from the woman's cart and placed it back on a nearby shelf. Each time he succeeded, Bert could hear a laughing audience and voice in a foreign language enthusiastically offering commentary.
Mel found this hilarious, but Bert was having trouble seeing what was so funny. His mind kept racing, thinking about work and how angry he was with his colleagues.
This is no good. I need to get my mind off of things for now.
"Uh, Mel? You have any more of those, uh... beers?"
Beer was a very generous word for what Mel often drank. It was cheap and strong, and that suited Mel just fine.
Mel chuckled. "Really? Last time you tried one you didn't finish it. I'll give you one if you promise you'll finish it this time."
Bert shuddered when he thought about the bitter flavor. But he needed this tonight, and it was too late to get anything else.
"Promise."
The skunk let out a big laugh and jumped up. "Good choice, friend. Be right back." He swayed a bit before gaining his balance and walking to the kitchen. It wasn't long before he stumbled back into the living room with two more forty-ounce bottles. He sat down heavily, handed Bert one of the bottles and opened his.
Bert reluctantly unscrewed his bottle and cringed at the smell of the malt-liquor. Steeling himself, he turned the bottle upside down and gulped down as much as he could stand at once, the cold beverage hurting his head.
"Woah, really goin' for it huh? That bad huh?" The skunk smirked at the gasping rat.
"Ye... yeah."
As a smaller man, it didn't take long for Bert to feel the effects of the alcohol. The wacky antics on the TV began to amuse him more. The pair sat for some time, watching and getting more inebriated.
The alcohol was lowering Bert's inhibitions, making him want to open up a bit to his roommate of one year.
"You know, you're lucky Mel. You go to work, do your job, and then leave. You never seem stressed out." Bert's speech came out somewhat slurred.
"Whatever, man. It ain't that simple. At least your job isn't dangerous. We had a guy lose a leg the other week after a pallet fell on him."
"Hah, that's true I guess. I just feel unappreciated there, you know?"
The conversation lulled and Bert's thoughts drifted. He looked over to the skunk, considering him.
Bert didn't like to think about it very much, but Mel was exactly the type of guy he was attracted to. The booze allowed him to confront that idea more directly than before. Rounded out gut, but powerfully built. Moving cargo all day had left him with well-defined muscles in his arms and legs which were on full display. Bert wondered what it would feel like to be held by his roommate.
Dangerous thoughts. Bert's rational mind pulled him back. Don't do anything that would make him uncomfortable.
"Holy shit, that doe is hot." Bert's wandering mind was brought back to the show, where a well-endowed doe was running an obstacle course in tight clothes. The way her breasts were waving up and down had clearly caught Mel's eye.
"Not that you would appreciate that, would ya you fruit?" said Mel, chuckling.
Bert just smiled and shook his head, and let his thoughts wander again.
How long has it been since I've had any intimacy, he thought. Not since before graduating from university, he realized. Over a year.
Bert found himself looking at the skunk once again, and this time something grabbed his attention immediately. The middle of Mel's shorts had tented obviously. Bert's mouth hung open as he found himself staring.
How fucking big is his dick? In Bert's addled mind, he imagined that it must be quite large. That perfectly fits his big, sexy body...
"You're staring at my dick, fruit cake."
That startled the rat back to reality very quickly.
"Mel, I'm sorry! It's just you... you kinda well," he gestured to the skunk's crotch frantically. "And I..."
Mel laughed at the rat's embarrassment as if it was the funniest thing he had heard. "Relax, relax! Just calling you on it, you perv."
Bert fell back into the couch, heart beating fast. Before he could stop himself, he found himself speaking frankly.
"Mel, man I wish you were gay..."
Now the rat looked even more embarrassed. "Man, just forget I said that. It's the booze, that's all."
Mel looked amused and then thoughtful. After a painfully long awkward silence, he spoke.
"So you find me attractive, man? I'd always wondered since I saw your porn open that one day. Looked like a lot of big guys like me."
There was no way to deny it now. All Bert could do was try to repair the damage.
"Well, yeah, you're sort of my type, in a way..." Bert was looking at the TV, not really seeing what was on it. He just wanted to look anywhere but Mel's eyes. "But I know you're not into guys, and I'm not going to make it an issue or anything. I'm sorry."
Bert hoped that would smooth things over.
After a few more moments of silence which felt to Bert like hours, Mel sighed audibly and suddenly picked up his second bottle and downed all that was left of the beverage.
Mel met Bert's eyes and asked bluntly, "You wanna see it, man?"
Bert's heart skipped a beat. "What? Are you seriously offering? Why?" He must be fucking with me, the rat thought.
Mel gave a resigned smile. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, little man. You wanna see it or not?"
The rat found himself nodding. They were way over the line of decency already, might as well see where this goes.
With that, the skunk stood up, wobbling a bit from drunkenness, and proceeded to unzip his shorts and drop them to the floor. He had not been wearing underwear. He sat back down and spread his legs a bit.
"Well, what do you think?" Mel had his arms folded behind his head and wore a smug smile as he waited for the rat's answer.
Bert took a moment to take the sight in. Mel was, just as he suspected, huge, and evidently not even at full arousal. The uncut dick looked to be three inches across.
"I... uh... it's beautiful..." Bert shook his head. Did he really just say that?
Mel turned off the TV. At this point neither of the two were paying any attention to it. He smirked and reached down with one hand and began stroking himself to full arousal.
"I had always been proud of my cock, but I've always wondered if gay dudes would like it as much as the ladies. Some of them think it's TOO big, to be honest."
Bert just stared open-mouthed and mesmerized and unable to think of anything to say.
"You wanna touch it, Bertie?"
Bert stood up without thinking and began to approach Mel. Is this a dream? Am I about to wake up, he thought.
Mel held up a hand. "Wait a minute. Get naked first. It's only fair, man."
Bert nodded and quickly stripped. His erection now showed bare for Mel to see.
"You're not so bad yourself, eh, Bertie?" The skunk was smiling as if this was some novel joke.
"I uh, I'm about average, I guess." Bert was blushing hard, but the alcohol gave him the courage to move forward.
Bert then unsteadily walked to where Mel was sitting and knelt, totally enraptured by Mel's rigid cock. He noticed a powerful musk coming from Mel's crotch; it was clear the skunk hadn't showered since coming home from work. He reached for the shaft near the base and found he could not quite get his hand around it. It jumped slightly from the sudden touch.
"Just go nuts, man." Mel leaned back on his large tail, arms crossed behind his head once again.
"Oh..." was all Bert could get out as he continued to explore the other man's genitals. He cupped the skunk's testicles with the other hand, weighing them gently. He then reached closer to the tip and pulled the black foreskin down a bit, exposing more of the pink glans. He leaned in and got a much better smell, and his head was spinning.
"M... Mel? Could I uh..." Bert hesitated, unable to actually make himself ask the question.
Mel started laughing. "Go ahead and suck it, you fag. It would be a shame not to, don'cha think buddy?"
Bert raised an eyebrow at the epithet, but was much more preoccupied with his new task. He began licking around the glans, savoring the skunk's flavor.
_God, I needed this,_he thought.
"You seem to know what you're doing! Guess I shouldn't be surprised, huh. You suck a lot of cock back in college or what?"
Bert ignored Mel's teasing for now, and took the head and part of the shaft into his mouth and sucked gently, continuing to lick in circles. He felt the cock pulsing excitedly in his mouth as he worked his was further down.
Mel's toes began curling and he grunted, getting into the act and stopped taunting Bert for the moment.
Bert had just over half of Mel's cock in his mouth when he felt it hit his throat. It had been a while, but Bert, in his intoxicated state, believed he could deepthroat the big member. He changed the angle of his neck and began to swallow the thick cock with some difficulty.
"Ffffuuuuuck... You really are a pro." There was a tone of almost admiration in Mel's voice now. "Not many people have tried to take the whole thing..."
Bert took the compliment gratefully. Maybe... maybe if I do a really good job, he'll let me do this again?
Bert was pulled back until just the head was in his mouth, licking the skunk's pisshole while he took a breath. He got a strong taste of precum and felt more shoot out onto his tongue before going back down, trying to take the entire shaft in his beleaguered throat.
Unable to control himself any more, Mel leaned forward. Bert felt Mel's ample belly on the top of his head while Mel reached and held the back, encouraging the rat to continue.
Bert's nose finally reached Mel's musky pubic hair and Mel let out as very sincere groan.
"You suck cock like nobody else, man," Mel said between pants.
With that he began fucking Bert's mouth and throat in earnest. Bert gently massaged his ballsack while doing the best he could with his tongue.
Shortly, Mel leaned back and Bert felt his legs tense on either side on him as the cock in his throat throbbed harder.
"Oh fuck... I'm gonna..."
Bert pulled back off of the cock until about half remained in his mouth and began vigorously stroking the rest of the shaft.
Let me taste you cum, Mel, please...
Seconds later, Bert's wish was granted. Mel moaned loudly as his cock throbbed wildly and shot his load directly into Bert's mouth. Bert swallowed the salty load as it filled his mouth, savoring the taste.
When Mel's orgasm had finally finished, Bert swallowed one last time and removed the cock from his mouth, gasping for air. Mel, too, was panting.
Mel sat up and looked at Bert with a smirk. "Well Bertie, that just happened, didn't it?"
Bert rubbed his head in disbelief. "Uh, yeah, I guess it did. Uh, are we... okay? This isn't like some big deal or anything?" Bert had been totally lost in the moment a minute ago, but now he felt like he was sobering up a bit and was beginning to consider the consequences.
"Well I don't regret it. I know I said this already, but you suck cock like a champ." Mel let out a tired sigh and slowly stood up. "I'm going to hit the hay. I guess we'll see how we feel in the morning. And uh, thanks, Bertie."
Bert blushed. "No, thank you."