Spit Roast Picnic
Accompanying artwork courtesy of Rajii.
I knew they must have been watching me. But I hadn't noticed them. I hadn't even been paying attention. I was enjoying my day off from work, relaxing under the shade of an oak tree in the public park. My eyes were closed and my mind was blank. I thought I was alone.
I had sensed, rather than heard them - that weird feeling you get when you know you're being watched. They must have been really quiet. Or maybe I was just that zoned out. Either way, my eyes snapped open and there they were, sitting on a picnic bench less than twelve feet away.
They were a cute pair. The wolf had dark grey fur and bright yellow eyes. He had a lean build with toned arms. His tight shirt accentuated his defined chest and flat stomach. The fox displayed a more varied color set - white, brown, and a shade of orange that closely matched my own. He was built like me too - thin and on the twinkish side. His eyes were a piercing green and he was sporting a few earrings and an eyebrow piercing. They looked good on him.
They had caught me off guard. I mean, how often do you find two strangers staring at you while you nap in a park? I didn't know how to react to that. But my body did. Without any conscious input, I felt a bright red flush spread to my cheeks. I couldn't help it. They were both exceptionally attractive. And the cream-colored fur on my face always makes it very obvious when I'm blushing. They noticed. Of course they noticed.
Foxy exposed his sharp teeth and gently bit his lower lip. God, it was cute. Wolfy ran his tongue across the rim of his mouth at just the right pace - quickly enough to show he was eager, but slowly enough for it to be teasing. I looked down. Both were sporting growing erections in their pants. It was as obvious as my own flustered complexion. Plus, I've seen enough cocks in my life to recognize a quality bulge when I see one. Looking further down, I saw my own shorts tenting up. No surprise there. My groin knew what it wanted. We all knew what we wanted.
Before I knew it, I was on my feet and walking towards them. They had risen as well, each on opposite sides of the picnic table. The sound of grass brushing under my feet was quickly drowned out by the rustle of fabric and denim as clothes began to come off. The other two had to fumble with belts and zippers. I was lucky. My basketball shorts and t-shirt came off much faster and easier. But we all got there quickly enough. By the time I had made it over to them, we were all nude, standing around a wooden picnic table, our erections pointing the way.
For a second or two, none of us moved. In that small span, I got some satisfaction from noticing that they were now blushing just as hard as I was. Were they getting nervous? Having regrets? I hoped not. I had already come this far; stripped completely naked in a secluded corner of a public park, the warm afternoon sun beaming down on my bare fur. There was no going back now. Hell, I didn't want to go back now! It was time to seize the initiative.
Without warning, I leapt onto the table, my hands and knees landing with a thud on the woven fabric tablecloth. Fox boy flinched slightly. He probably wasn't expecting such a sudden move. I didn't give him any more time to react. Craning my body forward, I stuck out my neck and opened wide. In the blink of an eye, I had swallowed the first half of his cock. I wanted to do it quickly at first. I wanted to get a good start before he had a chance for second thoughts. And most of all, I wanted - no, needed - a taste.
And goddamn, it tasted good. I'm no stranger to having my muzzle wrapped around a penis, and this one was very nice. It was a bit like mine - roughly average length, somewhat on the thin side. I started to bob in and out, fitting the length deeper and deeper and slurping all the while. I made sure to tease the head with my tongue. You can drive a boy absolutely wild if you know how to properly use your tongue. My efforts weren't wasted. The sweet taste of warm, sticky precum soon began dribbling into the back of my throat. The flavor drove me on, encouraged me further. We both started to moan, the slutty chorus of our lust drifting in and out of time with the wet slobbers and gulps I was producing.
I was intent. I was eager. I was in the ZONE. So much so, that I had almost forgotten about Wolfy. I didn't hear the sound of him spitting into his palms. I didn't hear the wet squelch as he rubbed saliva over his own erect length. And I certainly didn't hear his low chuckle as he lined himself up to his target.
All of these things, I missed. But I sure as hell felt him begin to slowly slide his slicked dick into my rump. A burning flared in my backside as his head gently spread my tight pucker open. I'm not just good for blowjobs - I've had plenty of practice taking it up the ass, too. Nevertheless, I appreciated the care and restraint he was showing. Some dudes just slam themselves in. That's fine in the right circumstance. Sometimes I'm in the mood for a rough fuck. But Wolfy's measured pace allowed me to really enjoy the sensation. What can I say? I'm a slut; a total slut for that indescribable feeling of a throbbing cock pushing deep inside me.
Because of this, I'll admit I got distracted from Foxy for a few seconds. I couldn't help it - wolf boy was BIG. I could feel his thickness spreading me wide. And as he pushed in more and more, I knew he was packing length as well. The pressure on my tailhole was so intense. I could feel his heartbeat throbbing through his fat dick.
I really lost it then. Groaning loudly, I thrust my hips backwards, forcing Wolfy's pole in even farther. His pelvis bumped into my ass and I knew I had taken the whole thing. It wasn't the biggest cock I'd ever had up there, but definitely top five. And right on cue, my whole body lit up as my prostate got the touch it had been craving. The forceful poke to my little deer nut sent shivers down my spine. My own penis jerked violently and sprayed globs of pre onto the faded tablecloth. I arched my back and opened my mouth wide, drawing a sharp gasp of air into my lungs.
Fox boy must have seen my open muzzle as an invitation to pick up where he left off. Jabbing his hips forward, he shoved his length back down my throat. I was ready and took it gladly. Wolfy slowly pulled himself out, preparing to delve again into my waiting hole. He held one of my legs aloft, keeping me nice and accessible. And we continued.
These two must have had practice spitroasting a guy before. They certainly got into a rhythm pretty quickly, their thrusts beautifully in sync as they fucked me from both ends. I contributed too. I slobbered and licked all over the length in my mouth, forcing down as much as I could and revelling in the taste. Simultaneously, I bucked my hips in time with the wolf, matching each of his thrusts and ensuring that I took him deep. Every smash on my prostate was a firework of lust and passion. I didn't know how the other two were faring, but I was ramping up fast. The hot tingle of orgasm was slowly - but surely - building.
Our collective moans increased in volume. Wolfy was starting to pant hard, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic and more wild. Foxy, too, had cranked up the intensity. He placed a hand on the back of my skull to give himself better leverage. He was really face-fucking me now. I took it like a champ. I was a slave to my base needs. Nothing else mattered. It was heaven.
For the briefest instant, the thought occurred to me that I hadn't yet even touched myself. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. The fact of getting sloppily filled from both ends had me leaking precum all over the table. I desperately desired to jerk myself off - that was the only way to make this situation absolutely, one-hundred percent perfect.
I swear that Wolfy must have been reading my mind or something. Before I could even move my arm, I felt a hand wrap around the base of my penis. It wasn't a particularly gentle grip, but we were all well past the point of tenderness anyways. And he jerked me off right, tending to my aching dick with long, solid strokes. Fuck, it felt so GOOD!
I don't remember how much longer I lasted after that. Truth be told, I don't think it was very long. With a fat cock in my ass, a tasty member for me to drool on, and a vice grip on my own horny length, my peak was inevitable. I came like a fire hose, spraying thick ropes of deer cream across the (now thoroughly soiled) tablecloth. My body writhed and twisted as I rode the orgasmic high. My ass was still getting pounded and each bump to my prostate kept the orgasm going, a seemingly never-ending tidal wave of mind-numbing pleasure.
My spasms must have been enough for wolf boy. I heard his primal grunt and felt his thrusts stop. A familiar hot sensation filled my bowels as he emptied his seed into me. I moaned louder than ever, the noise slightly muffled by the penis still obstructing my mouth. Like clockwork, Foxy went off too. A gush of semen flooded the back of my throat and I gulped it down greedily.
Clenching my ass and puckering my lips, I expertly milked their streaming cocks. Even in the best of circumstances, it can be tricky to get two simultaneous orgams going at once. But three at a time? I wasn't gonna waste this opportunity. I was gonna make sure we all had a fucking fantastic finish!
A few seconds later (though it felt like much longer), we all started to wind down. My own peak was ebbing. I could feel the other two slowly softening inside me. And just like that, a switch was flipped. We were done. Foxy and Wolfy gingerly pulled themselves from my sore throat and tender ass. We wiped ourselves off as best as we could - though honestly, I expected we would all be heading home for showers. Clothes were hurriedly put back onto bodies.
We didn't spend much time on small talk. We were all a bit eager, I think, to vacate the scene. The park was mercifully still empty, so I was sure we hadn't been seen. In hindsight, it had been a risky gamble. We probably shouldn't have done it. But I won't lie, I'm glad we did.
We exchanged numbers before parting ways. They seemed like pretty friendly guys. And at the very least, they had proven themselves as a choice pair of fuck-buddies. I suspected we were all similarly eager for more flings in the future. I, for one, would be coasting on the high from this encounter for a nice long while.
As I approached my car, I fumbled in my pocket for the keys. My searching fingers brushed the back of my phone - a phone that now contained two new contact entries. We'd all shared our real names afterwards, but I had decided to enter them in my list as "Foxy" and "Wolfy."
A silly little grin spread the corners of my mouth. I couldn't help but smiling, thinking about the lovely afternoon "picnic" I'd just enjoyed with a pair of nice strangers. We'd all had our fill, especially me. And I was already looking forward to the next one...