Dolphin's Blind Date
Dolphin's Blind Date
***Next story is out at last. The title's a bit self-explanatory, so I won't give any more spoilers. If anyone has any ideas for stories, feel free to send them to me. I do advise everyone to read my FA journal before sending ideas, just to make sure there's no confusion with my "do not want" list. Oh, almost forgot the surgeon general's warning... Warning, reading this story may cause bleeding from the eyes, uncontrollable ejaculation, and strong desire for anal sex. If you experience an erection lasting more than four hours, please read the story again and fap it away.***
"It'll be fine I promise," Jesse said for what must've been the fifteenth time tonight. We were outside a local nightclub and the burly mustang was half leading, half dragging me forward.
"I dunno," I said nervously, also not the first time tonight. "Blind dates make me nervous." Jesse just shrugged off my protest as usual and continued pulling me forward.
Perhaps I should introduce myself and explain how I got into this situation. My name is Melvin, but I prefer to be called Mel. I'm an anthro dolphin, and I'm extremely small for my species. I'm about 5'4" tall and roughly 130 lbs. I have the usual grey coloration found in dolphins, but I have bright blue eyes, as opposed to the blackish brown that most of my kind have. As for my current predicament, that came about earlier in the day when my equine buddy, Jesse, decided to go on a double blind date. The only flaw in his plan is that he didn't have a "double" to go with him. That's where I come in. He asked me to come and just make pleasant conversation until he could lock down a piece of ass for the night. The question I kept asking that he never gave a good answer to was whether my "date" would want ass tonight.
That leads to where I am now, being pulled through the nightclub's door. When we got in, a large bull with a pink ribbon tied around one of his horns, a red ascot around his neck, a tie-dye shirt, and faux leather chaps, stood up and waved at us.
"Nice," muttered Jesse with a smirk. "He's definitely a bottom." He dragged me off to where the bull was. I glanced at the person sitting next to him and almost choked. My date for the night was a huge orca. He must have been at least a foot taller than me, probably more. He was also ripped, with large, bulging muscles clearly outlined in his clothes. Thankfully, he wasn't a flamer like the cow, and he was actually wearing normal, if tight, clothes.
"...and this," said Jesse, who'd apparently been making introductions while I gaped at the orca, "is Mel. Mel, this is Gustav," I shook hands with the cow. It reminded me of flopping around a limp rope. "and this is Jordan." The orca nearly broke my wrist with his vigorous handshake.
"So...uhhhh...hi," I said nervously, glancing over at Jesse for help. That was a dead end, he was already talking animatedly with Gustav.
"So, your friend drag you off on some blind date thing too?" Jordan had a deep, mellow voice that helped me to calm down.
"Yeah," I said, "not that there's anything wrong with you, but...well...let's just say that I'm glad I got paired with you and not..." I made a limp wrist movement and glanced at Gustav, who was oblivious to our conversation.
"I hear you there," said Jordan with a chuckle. Just then, Gustav made a particularly animated motion and flopped his hand across Jordan's chest. "Watch it Gustav, I don't wanna catch on fire here. Why don't you turn the temperature down before you turn into a hamburger."
"Are you trying to say I'm acting like a flamer?" Gods, his voice even sounded flamboyant.
"Yes, that's what I'm trying to say." Gustav crossed his arms. "You know you only act this bad when you want an ass pounding."
"Oh my God Jordan, shut up!!!" Gustav was bright red.
Jesse just roared with laughter. "I don't mind in the least. Actually, if you like, we can go back to my place and discuss your "wants" in more detail. We can leave the wet blankets here." Gustav just nodded with a huge smile on his face and got up.
We said our goodbyes and Jordan and I watched our friends leave. "So," Jordan said, "now what do we do?"
I just shrugged. "I dunno. Jesse made sure I canceled all of my plans for tonight." He'd literally stood over me while I called some other friends and made my excuses. He was so overbearing sometimes.
"Yeah, Gustav nagged me into being free tonight to...wanna just hang here for a bit. Have a few drinks?" Jordan picked up a cocktail menu and started browsing through the selections.
"I'm good for hanging out, but I don't drink." I'd seen what Jesse did to people who had some liquor in them and I wasn't interested in allowing that to happen to me.
"Great! You can be the designated driver." Jordan found something he liked in the menu and raised his hand. "Yo, waiter!" A grumpy looking Doberman chick walked over with a pen and pad in hand. "Frozen mudslide please, and put some extra vodka into it."
She looked over at me. "I'll just have cranberry juice." She gave me a weird look, snorted, and stomped away. "They shouldn't let women work on their PMS week," I muttered.
"Amen to that," Jordan said. A few moments later, the waitress came over, plunked our drinks down, and walked away without a word. "Hope she doesn't expect a huge tip." Jordan took a sip of his drink and his eyes bugged out. "Damn, might as well drink straight vodka. Couple more like this and I'll be blitzed."
We passed about an hour and a half like that, mostly just sipping, or in Jordan's case, chugging, our drinks and making small talk. After his fourth vodka laced milkshake, I decided he'd had enough. "Come on Jordan, no more booze unless you wanna be wearing it on your shirt." I asked the moody waitress for the check and helped Jordan stagger to his feet.
"Thanksh dood, yer a real pal." Jordan said, teetering dangerously as soon as I let him go. When the waitress came back with the check, Jordan just handed her a fifty and began heading for the door.
"Where's your car Jordan." He didn't answer right away. "Hey! Jordan! Car, where is it?" He pointed at a large red SUV parked a few spots away. I asked for the keys and Jordan handed them to me, then staggered off to the passenger seat. "How do we get to your house?"
"Jusitomendagps," Jordan slurred.
"What?" If he wasn't able to tell me where he lived, I'd have to take him to my house.
"Omondagps," Jordan was even worse on that one.
"Okay," I said with a sigh, "My place it is." I drove off towards home. I didn't have to worry about my car, since Jesse had given me a ride to the nightclub. As we drove along, Jordan continued jabbering in drunkanese, completely oblivious to how ridiculous he sounded. After about ten minutes, we arrived at my house. I helped Jordan heave out of the car and slump towards the door.
I unlocked the door and pulled Jordan in, closing the door behind us. I considered bringing him in the living room to sleep on the couch, but Jordan was extremely drunk and I wanted to keep an eye on him in case something happened. I led him around to my room and let him flop back onto my double king sized bed. Within a few seconds, he was snoring loudly. I threw the covers over him, stripped down, and climbed into the bed next to him. I didn't mind sleeping nude, since all my junk was hidden in my slit.
I must've dozed off for a couple hours, because I was awakened at 2am by the sound of a toilet flushing. A moment later, Jordan climbed back into bed with me. I began to go back to sleep until I felt him wrap his large body around me in a spoon position. I was a bit uncomfortable, but it gave me an odd feeling of security, so I ignored it and went back to sleep.
Less than half an hour later, I was awakened again, this time by something long and slimy sliding back and forth between my legs. After a few bleary seconds, I began to realize that it was Jordan's massive cock slipping around between my thighs. As I thought about this arousing turn of events, the large orca began planting wet kisses all along the back of my neck. The kisses were sloppy with lots of tongue, the kind that drunks seemed to be the master of. Even though I knew Jordan wasn't all there and the smell of alcohol was practically burning my blowhole every time he kissed near it, I began to get hard. Jordan must've noticed my eight inch erection while he was humping my thighs, because his hand came down and grasped the sensitive pink flesh.
When I felt his hand clutch my member, I let out an involuntary moan. "You awake there cutie," Jordan asked. I just nodded and shuddered a bit as his hand began slipping up and down my shaft. "Good, then roll over and give me a real kiss." His hand left my arousal and went to my shoulder, flipping over to face him. As soon as I was facing his direction, he pressed his mouth to mine. The stench of booze was overwhelming, but I tried to ignore it as Jordan gave me a forceful tongue kiss. Our hard cocks were pressed together, and while Jordan was tongue fucking my mouth, I wrapped my prehensile member around his thick one, squeezing it and moaning in pleasure.
Jordan broke the kiss and groaned. "Damn, that's nice. You're giving me a dick-job." He chuckled a bit at his stupid drunken humor before kissing me again. This time, as we kissed, he rolled a bit so that I was squished beneath him. "Time for the main event," he said, pulling his dick away from my own. With a bit of movement, he had his tapered cock tip at my entrance. Now I'm no virgin, and I've been fucked before, but the tool I felt between my thighs was at least a foot long and as thick around as a beer can.
Before I could protest, Jordan pushed forward a bit and the pointed tip of his member slid past my tight ring and into my bowels. Being drunk, he was out to satisfy his lust, not make it easy for me, so he kept pushing mercilessly forward, stretching my ass further and further until I thought it would snap like an overstretched rubber band. Finally, just when I thought I wouldn't be able to take any more, I felt his smooth crotch come to rest against my ass.
"Oh shit man, you're so tight it almost hurts." Jordan began pulling out, giving a brief reprieve to my poor tailhole, but before long he was pushing back in, stretching me all over again. The one saving grace was that he used long, slow thrusts. He seemed to like pulling his entire member out except the tip, then thrusting the whole thing back in again. As a result, my anus was slowly stretched until the pain stopped and all I could feel was pleasure. I also felt a strange itch in my own groin each time the orca's huge meat passed over my prostate. For at least 45 minutes this went on, with Jordan pounding my ass with his slow, deep thrusts. Finally, when I was thinking he'd be going all night, he began speeding up and panting. I took this as a sign that he was getting close. He leaned in and kissed me as he fucked me faster and harder, driving into me with nearly enough force to pop my hips out.
After a few more seconds, his cock became incredibly hot and began throbbing in my ass. Jordan moaned loudly as the first jet of cum sprayed out and coated my bowels. After the first shot, Jordan abruptly pulled his cock out of my ass and aimed it at my face, coating me with spurt after spurt of hot, musky orca cream. After no less than 8 more squirts, his orgasm subsided and he leaned over me, panting.
I licked the sticky spooge off my lips and smiled at him. "Well, that was fun."
Jordan just chuckled. "We're not done yet junior." He looked down at my member, which was swollen and throbbing with need. "It'd be cruel if I just left that there unattended." And with that, he bent down and took my whole 8 inch erection into his large maw. I felt Jordan's tongue dancing around my cock, so I decided to give him a bit of a wrestling match. He pulled off a minute later and giggled. "It's kinda like a French kiss, only with a cock," after saying this, he went back down on me and continued to slurp on my pole. After such a long, thorough fuck, I was close to orgasm anyways, so I didn't last more than 5 minutes before I was blowing my load into Jordan's waiting mouth. The hot orca slurped down every drop of my seed and released my softening dick.
"You should get cleaned up, you're kinda messy," he said with a chuckle. I realized that my face and chest were still covered in cum.
I just laughed and got up, grabbing a towel as I walked out. "Be back in a few." I took a quick shower, rinsing the drying jizz off my body. Luckily, I didn't have any hair for it to get gooped up in, so the shower was fast. When I went back into the room, Jordan was already passed out again, snoring loudly. I just giggled, hopping in the bed and snuggling up close to him.
The next morning, I woke up when my cell phone rang. "Hello," I said when I picked up the phone. Jordan's large hand appeared over my face as I talked, waving in a 'keep it down' motion. I'd forgotten how drunk he had been, he must have a bitch of a hangover.
"Hey," I heard Jesse's voice come over the phone. He sounded peeved.
"Something wrong? Gustav not put out or something," I asked quietly. Normally Jesse was in high spirits after a good fuck.
"Oh, he put out alright. The only problem is that he must have let some blue whale fuck him first, because it was like a hotdog in a hallway when I got there. That bull was so loose, I could probably fit my head up his ass."
I had difficulty not laughing my ass off. If Jesse and his horsecock were too small for Gustav, I couldn't imagine what he'd done before.
"So how was your night? Have fun with Justin?"
"Jordan is still here, and we had an awesome night." It felt good to be able to get one up on Jesse.
"Bastard. Fine, I'll leave you two alone. Later." And with that, Jesse hung up.
"So, wanna hang out today too," Jordan asked quietly. "Once I've had some coffee of course."
I chuckled softly. "There's nothing I'd rather do."
Jordan just smiled and gave me a kiss. Maybe blind dates aren't so bad after all...
Fin