Peeping Tom
#1 of Buck and the Twins
Something wakes Crash out of his sleep and what he finds leads into much more than he was expecting.
It had been a long day for the entire gang and after a few stories around the campfire each of them soon hunkered down and fell asleep. Except for the possum twins, Crash and Eddie. They were much more comfortable hanging from a branch while they slept. The twins were snoring peacefully, side by side, until one of their ears twitched.
Crash slowly opened his eyes, looking around for the source of the noise. It was something close, rustling the bushes right by the tree. The possum heaved himself up and yawned. He carefully climbed down the trunk, aware of his brother's continued slumber. Upon reaching the bottom, Crash stretched again, now awake and determined to find out who interrupted his flying through lava dream.
Nearby the possum heard more rustling in the bushes so he crept towards them. Upon getting closer he gasped and took a step back around the trunk, out of sight from the source. Right around the 'corner' was the weasel they had met earlier known as Buck. The weasel was standing in front of the bushes. On his face was a satisfied smile, he was leaning back slightly and his legs were spread wide.
A warm blush spread over Crash's muzzle upon seeing the weasel relieving himself in the bush. That rustling sound he heard that woke him up was the Buck's piss splashing into the leaves, now joined with a bout of deep, pleasured moans. Crash dared to creep around the trunk and take a closer look. His heart skipped a beat upon getting a full view of the weasel holding his cock in his paw, pissing against the foliage.
The peeping possum couldn't help but wonder what it felt like. Even from a distance, the appendage looked pretty big. But as soon as those thoughts came, Crash shook his head. It wasn't right to watch someone in a moment like this, especially someone he looked up to. Listening to his conscience, Crash took a few steps back and clutched the bark, preparing to climb back up.
"Not so fast."
The voice made Crash jump a bit and look around. Daring to peek around the trunk he saw that it was Buck. He had finished pissing but he still held his flaccid cock in his paw. A shaky breath came from the possum. Stepping into view of the weasel, he expected to be yelled at or even worse. But Buck wasn't mad at all. Instead there was a toothy grin spread across his muzzle, joined by a guff chuckle.
"See something you like, mate?" Buck growled, stepping towards the peeping tom. Even though Crash's heart was pounding, his body was stuck in place. His legs refused to move, resulting in him just trembling under the weasel's gaze. Soon Buck was looming over him and reached out, grasping the shorter mammal's shoulder.
"I... I think so," Crash nodded shakily. He couldn't resist looking between Buck's legs, gulping at the sight up close.
"Well, don't just stand there. Been a while since I blew a load and you'd be doing me a big favor," Buck purred, making Crash shudder just from his voice. Buck removed his paw from his cock and placed it against the possum's nose, making him get a whiff of his scent. That made the possum moan. Buck took advantage of that and slipped his fingers into Crash's mouth.
Buck chuckled deviously, feeling the hot tongue lapping and wrapping around his fingers. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
Crash could only nod, tasting a mix of musk and hints of piss on the weasel's fingers. Between his own legs, the possum's cock poked and grew from his sheathe.
"There it is..." Buck grinned, slipping his fingers from Crash's mouth. Without a moment's delay, Buck grabbed hold of the possum cock, pumping up and down against the full length. In his grip, Crash was shuddering and moaning.
"Come on, where's my attention?" Buck scoffed playfully, removing his other paw from the possum's shoulder and guiding Crash's paw onto his own cock.
Soon the two mammals were huffing and grunting as they stroked one another off. Crash was already close to the edge, the thrill of being jerked off by his idol only adding to his pleasure. Buck was impressed by Crash's pawing of his own cock.
"Go a little faster," Buck demanded. Crash did as he was told and pumped the length even faster. The wet slapping noises between them only increased along with the mammal's huffing.
With a growl and a whimper, Crash reached his peak first, shooting his load into the Buck's paw. The weasel smirked and focused on humping into the Crash's paw, soon reaching his climax as hell.
"D-damn," Buck groaned as he shot rope after rope across Crash's stomach. "C-cheers, mate."
"That was... amazing. I-"
"Shhh... Anytime you wanna do this again, you know where to find me," Buck smirked before walking off, flicking the cum off his soaked paw.
Crash was still reeling from his orgasm but was already looking forward to their next encounter. But for now he needed to clean himself up.