Short Summary Vol. 12
#12 of Short Summaries
Sorry these kinda took a bit of a back seat while I worked on Camp Knottywood, but here they are! Volumes 12 and 13 are ready to go and I'll be keeping up with them now. Hope you enjoy!
You stand up, admiring your handiwork of the freshly mulched yard.
"Wow lad, you did wonderful!"
You turned around and your jaw dropped. The chubby goat you were working for stood in the door dressed in only tented briefs and suspenders.
"Shall we discuss your payment?"
"Come on, I'm sure you look great!"
You peek from the bathroom to see the chubby red panda smiling at you.
"Don't laugh," you say,
"I'm not gonna," he said with a chuckle.
You step out of the bathroom wearing the jock he'd bought with you.
"Wow, Cubby, look at you! Can ya give me a little twirl?"
You oblige, rotating to show yourself off. "Y-ya really think it looks good?"
The older male feigned hurt, "Would I lie to you?"
"Only when you say you're a good noodle,"
"I am! ...most of the time,"
Spending all day long in the stout chipmunk's workshop, covered in sawdust and sweat lead to certain... situations.
Like you on your knees, pumping your dick in one hand while the older man's throbbing meat rammed down your throat.
"That's right boy, fuckin' take it!" He growled.
With your other hand you gripped his nuts, not too hard, but with enough force for him to growl, forcing you down to the base of his dick.
"There ya go! Tug on those fuckers!"
You did, pulling on the rodent's fat nuts in time with your sucking.
The increase in his breathing and the picking up of his thrusts alerted you to his impending orgasm. He held your head in place as he began to unload into your mouth, whimpering and grunting.
The sounds he made and the taste of his nut in your mouth spurred you to fire off your own prize-winning load, splattering on the hard concrete between the older man's legs.
ou pull off the still engorged cock, admiring it as it twitched, a small bead of cum blossoming from the tip.
"Oh gee whizz... never came that hard b'fore," said the old chipmunk.
You plant a small kiss on his deflating member, "Anytime ya want more big guy, just call,"
Gagged with the sweaty mammoth's jockstrap, the only sounds echoing in the shower stall were his grunts and your muffled moans.
"That's right bitch, who owns this ass?"
You groan, pushing back against the chubby pachyderm, feeling his thick cock grind your prostate.
The rhythmic slapping of his hips increased in tempo before his breath caught in his throat. A hot feeling rushed through your hole, the mammoth pumping slower as came.
You pull the jock from your mouth, "T-thank you, sir,"
He kissed your neck, "Same time next week, kid?"
As you walk in the house a wave of relief washes over you. As you put your key in the door, you wiped your eyes again in case you missed any stray tears.
When you open the door, music began to play.
"I'm in here champ!"
You venture into the kitchen to find your stocky wombat dad dressed in his pup gear, with a cake sitting on the table. At first, you don't know how to respond, until he wrapped his big arms around you, gently rocking on his heels.
"Don't worry, Papa Pup's got ya, kiddo,"