Pay the Bills #4: Sorry About the Mess
Pay the Bills #4: Sorry About the Mess
"Sorry about the mess," Gabe said as he turned on the light, stepping aside to let George enter behind him, "I don't clean up too often..."
"it's all right," the otter said, looking around the living room/bedroom, "it's nice. Cosy."
"Yeah, I guess it is." Gabe said, "so, um...I don't exactly have a lot to do here, my brother broke my Xbox..."
"It's late anyway, we should get to bed," George said.
The fox nodded in agreement, and the two furs stripped down to their underwear and crawled into bed. Gabe rolled over to the edge, to give the otter some space, but George snuggled up against Gabe's chest. Gabe wrapped his arms around the otter and shut his eyes.
However, the otter was pushing his rump against the fox's limp cock, and Gabe felt himself growing hard. He pulled his hips back, but George just whispered "it's okay," and pulled one of the fox's paws down to his own rock-hard otter length.
Gabe squeezed softly, and the otter shook his head. "Not now. Let's just sleep, okay?"
"Okay," the fox agreed. He didn't move his paw, though-the two furs fell asleep cuddled against each other, both hard as a rock.
***
George woke up sometime later-around midnight, he guessed, since he couldn't find a clock in the room. His member was still hard, and he wanted to get rid of it.
So, he disentangled himself from Gabe's arms, and set out to find his way to the washroom.
After stumbling around the pitch-black room, he found the washroom and entered, pulling the door shut before turning on the light.
He pulled off his boxers and tossed them on the tiny counter. Then he sat down on the toilet and leaned back, propping his footpaws on the wall in front of him.
"Oh, Gabe," he whispered to himself lustfully, as he started licking the fingers of his left hand, "you naughty fox, you..." he placed a slicked-up finger at his tailhole, softly pushing against his entrance.
In his mind's eye, it was Gabe's fox cock teasing his wanting hole. Gabe, who had pulled up George's legs and begun acting out the same scenario George had been fantasizing about the entire day.
He pushed in his finger, piercing his pucker with a groan. "Oh, yes, Gabe! Please, give it to me!" he moaned.
Fantasy-Gabe was pushing in his member, the hot, throbbing organ spreading pleasure throughout the otter's loins.
George added another finger and pushed deeper, moaning as, in his imagination, the fox split him apart, sinking to the knot and pushing his fox length against the otter's prostate.
The otter's own cock was pouring out pre now, as his fingers massaged his prostate. But he didn't touch himself-Gabe would make him wait. Gabe would make it feel great, though-even know, the fox's paws were moving towards the otter's chest...
With his free hand, George began to pinch his nipples-first one, then the other-and groaned even loud.
"God, Gabe, you know what I want!" he panted, "give it all!"
In his mind, the fox started thrusting faster and faster. He could feel the fox's knot against his entrance.
"Tie me!" he called out, not realizing how loud he was being, "please, tie me!"
***
Gabe's eyes snapped open. He thought he heard something...
Then, he noticed the missing otter.
"He must've gone to the washroom..." he mumbled to himself, rolling over and closing his eyes again.
***
Now that the fox had tied with him, fantasy-Gabe touched him.
George's paw found its way to his balls and began to rub them slowly, while he added another finger to the pair thrusting into his tailhole.
Pre was pouring down his shaft, now, and his eyes were squeezed shut as he felt himself getting close to exploding. Involuntarily, he began to curl up, his footpaws leaving the wall as his knees were drawn closer to his chest, and his head moved in as well.
He gave his swollen balls one last loving squeeze, then moved his hand to his cock, sliding his hand from base to tip, wiping all his pre onto his paw.
Fantasy-Gabe moved his pre-covered fox paw up to George's muzzle, and the otter eagerly began to lick it up. It was a familiar taste, and it drew him closer to his orgasm.
George tightened his paw around his cock, just below the head, and started rubbing the bottom of his cock with one finger, gasping, still thrusting the fingers of his other paw into his rear. He could feel his explosion approaching, and held his breath in anticipation.
He began to stroke his pre-slicked member, slow movements to torture himself, making it last as long as possible.
Meanwhile, fantasy-Gabe started making quick, short thrusts, his knot already trapped by the otter's pucker. The fox was about to come, and George couldn't wait. With a roar, the fantasy-fox exploded, his hot seed flooding George's tailhole, and his knot throbbing against the otter's prostate.
George pawed furiously, his fingers pressed up against his prostate, and when he finally shot his load, he yelped, his body tensing up and his footpaws slamming noisily into the wall.
His otter seed showered into the air, splattering all over his stomach and legs, until the last bit just leaked out. George sighed and relaxed, his fingers still buried in his tailhole.
***
Gabe's eyes snapped open. He definitely heard something! A crash, and a yelp-what if George had hurt himself?
The fox jumped out of bed and ran to the washroom door, wrenching it open. "George, are you all-"
He stopped, and his cock grew instantly hard, as he looked down at the content, half-asleep, seed-covered otter sitting on his toilet, one hand around his cock and the other buried in his rump.
George's half-closed eyes slowly opened, and then the otter started to panic, pulling his fingers from his tailhole with a wet plop and trying to cover himself.
"It's all right," Gabe said, backing away, "you might want to shower, though-and make sure you clean up!"
Gabe shut the door, and then turned around.
At least George was all right.
Then, a knock came on the door. "Everything all right?"
"Yeah, Kodi!" I called, "nothing's wrong here!"
"Are you sure?"
"Yes!" I repeated, crossing to the door and pulling it open, letting the light from the hallway spill in, "I just fell, but I'm-"
"Oh, did I interrupt something?" the serval asked.
The fox frowned. "No. What made you think that?"
"There's somebody else's clothes on your floor, and," Kodi said, grinning, "you're hard as a rock."
The fox looked down, blushed as he noticed his hard-on, and stepped behind the door, peeking his head out. "Those...those are my clothes..."
"Never seen you wear them before," the spotted cat said, tapping the side of his head, "and I remember everything. You don't wear anything close to that!"
"They're...new..." the fox trailed off, as the shower started. Kodi stood there and grinned.
"Told you so. Just a bit of rough fun, eh?"
"No-that's-you're-"
Chuckling, Kodi walked across the hall to his own room.
"Bastard," Gabe muttered, slamming the door shut.
The character Kodi belongs to Aresues