FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This is my entry into the SheerContest 2022, perhaps not the longest story out there, but the idea amused me. After watching the stats of the stories I have posted recently, I think this sort of thing might do well...you bunch of degenerates <3 At the time of completion, before the disclaimer was added and only the story content existed on the page, the word count is 2525 words. A nice even and well rounded number I think. I'm always open to feedback and/or other story ideas.

This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters are of legal and consenting age, likewise if you are reading this story you should be of legal age in your respective country.

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Chris had always struggled to meet his father’s high expectations due to being an only child, especially when his mother passed away before Chris could even talk or walk. The young husky tried to be everything his father could’ve hoped for in a son, brilliant at sports and academics, a real ladies man and tons of friends that lots of people whom knew him looked up to him. In their small town it was generally considered a known fact that Chris was a “good kid”. Chris tried so hard to live up to his father’s ideal image of him because the old man had sacrificed so much for him, working long hours on his big rig and being away from home for days and weeks at a time. But somehow the old man still managed to catch most of Chris’s major life events growing up and Chris adored his father for that.

But something inside Chris never felt that way, no matter how hard he tried or what he achieved. Something just never felt right, even when he was voted Prom King and Queen with the prettiest cheerleader in their school, something inside Chris just kept squirming and eating at him.

It was due to their relationship that Chris one night found himself feeling like the biggest let down on earth, once again home alone and for once on a rare night with nothing planned and no friends available to hang out. Even his girlfriend had made other arrangements, Chris was well and truly alone for the first time on months. With nothing else to do, Chris decided to go online and browse the internet, following random links from random subject to random subject, which eventually began to lead Chris down a rather dark hole. What started off as just looking at funny memes online, soon became more and more raunchy images and videos until Chris found himself watching full on hard-core porn. Sitting enraptured staring at the screen as he watched a big horse and bear spit roast someone on a zebra patterned round rotating bed, a male someone. Chris had never really thought of himself as anything but straight, but when brushed a paw across his crotch, he found himself the hardest he’d ever been in his life. Fishing his cock from the opening in his boxers, he began to stroke himself to the pace of the horse currently railing the fox from behind as his thick fingers stroked the other male off. It didn’t take too much more before Chris felt his toes curling and his balls tucking up against his body, his cock swelling a little more before pulsing hard and firing off thick shots of his cum higher and further than he’d ever managed before.

Chris’s ears and cheeks burned in shame as he spent the next half an hour cleaning up the mess he’d made, surprised he could even produce that much cum. Lying in bed later that evening the young husky just couldn’t seem to find sleep, images of the fox in various positions being fucked by the bear and horse alternately, or sometimes at the same time, kept playing in his mind. Even though he’d had the biggest climax of his life not long ago, the husky found himself sporting wood again. Grumbling to himself as he beat his meat a second time, once more producing a bigger than average load, this time caught in a tissue from the box beside his bed. When sleep did finally claim him, his dreams were very lucid and erotic, replaying scenes from the video, only this time it wasn’t the fox being fucked by the horse and bear, it was him.

The next morning Chris woke up feeling his boxers were damp, reaching his fingers inside he found to his surprise that he’d had a wet dream. Groaning as he worried what was wrong with him, Chris decided to have a cold shower and head to the gym to try burn off whatever energy was plaguing him. This would prove to be a very bad idea as all Chris managed to do was picture himself being bent over by any number of the big buff guys at the gym. The following days were no easier, the thoughts continued to plague him, thankfully his father was away on another long-haul trip and would only be back on Saturday, so things wouldn’t be so awkward at home.

Chris needed to scratch his itch, but his small town was not the place to do it as rumours would spread like wildfire and he didn’t want to tarnish his image like that, or bring shame on his father. Doing his research into ways of experimenting like such anonymously, Chris decided against things like Craigslist or Grindr as he didn’t want some stranger coming to his house and he didn’t want to wind up dead in someone’s basement either. He saw mention of something called a “Glory hole” that two strangers would use to “relieve” themselves. These were commonly found in places like public bathrooms in parks or gas stations. A quick search later Chris found postings for known glory holes in his area, surprisingly there was one not far from his school but that would be too risky. The next closet one was at the Truck Stop on the highway that passed just outside his town, this was perfect as it was far enough away to not raise suspicions with people in his town and it was close enough that Chris could go settle his curiosity and be back before his father got home in the morning.

Chris was mindful not to wear any clothing too memorable as he didn’t want anyone to recognize him or be able to accurately describe what he was wearing. He’d even concocted a cover story that his friends could corroborate that in the event someone questioned if he was anywhere near the truck stop that he would have an alibi saying he wasn’t, though in truth none of them knew where he actually would be.

Chris headed out to the truck stop and parked his car in the closest parking available around back of the building, furthest from where the outdoor men’s toilets were, making sure his vehicle wasn’t easily spotted from the road by accident. Pulling his hoodie up high to cover his face, he waited until the toilets had been vacant for a few minutes before he ducked inside and headed to the last stall that the site had indicated. Sure enough, upon lifting the tail end of the toilet paper roll he would find a decently sized hole cut into the stall, no doubt hidden on the opposite side by the toilet paper there. Following the instructions of basic glory hole etiquette, Chris would remove the toilet roll from his side of the wall and wait for someone to come into the stall next door. Once the person locked the door, he would slip his fingers through the hole and flutter them beneath the paper hiding the opening on the other side, giving a single polite cough to get their attention.

The first couple of people just scoffed and ignored him, making the husky feel like an idiot. Deciding to give it one last go before he called it quits, Chris was surprised when the third person removed the paper from their side and pressed a moderate sized circumcised cock through the opening. The husky must’ve sat staring for too long without action as the owner would give a knock against the wall with a single worded question, “Well?” which would snap him out of it. Gingerly reaching out to touch the first other penis he’d ever touched before in his life, Chris leaned in to give it a sniff. Something clicked in his head as his shorts instantly tented and his cock began to leak inside. His broad tongue licking along the length a couple of times before he awkwardly gave his first blowjob. He mustn’t have done a bad job though as once Chris sat swirling around the man’s cum across his teeth and tongue, a twenty-dollar bill was stuck through the hole as a tip.

The next few strangers went much the same, Chris becoming bolder as he got better at sucking off random strangers as the growing pile of money on the floor beside him indicated. Every time he got another tip, Chris’s self-confidence grew and grew, by the time he was servicing the sixth stranger in the next stall, Chris thought he could give even that fox a run for his money with how good he was getting. There had been all sort of cocks being presented to him, from the human length at first, to what looked to be a smaller equine, possibly a donkey. Mostly canine cocks though, all of varying sizes and colors.

Just as it was getting late and Chris was thinking about heading home, the biggest cock he’s seen yet was stuck through the opening to his stall. The person on the other side giving a cough to get his attention. Chris’s eyes went wide as he spired the thick red spire with its tapered tip and a litany of veins running its entire length. This was what he imagines a real man’s cock looked like and he couldn’t pass up the opportunity to sample it. His tongue would drag slowly back and forth along the entire length of cock, not leaving a bare millimetre untouched. By the time he was done teasing that shaft it would be glistening with his saliva like a polished trophy, but Chris wanted more. Kissing at the tip he would lick and suckle at the opening of the cock, tasting the owner’s slick salty precum. Soon his mouth opened more as he began to bob back and forth, working ever deeper down onto the cock. He must’ve been doing a good job as he could hear the owner panting and scratching at the opposite side of the stall wall in pleasure.

Chris briefly wondered what this man’s balls looked like, they must’ve been massive considering how big his dick was, but there definitely wasn’t any space for them to pop through with his massive knot barely fitting through the opening. Even as unskilled and new to this as he was, Chris wanted to deep throat that monster. Gradually working deeper and deeper along the thick shaft, fighting back his urge to gag, his lips would eventually meet the strangers knot. The surprised grunt coming from the other side of the stall would make Chris blush deeply, but also give him some sick sense of pride at having managed to do this. With the size of the cock before him, images of that fox video surfaced again, sparking other curiosities in the young canine.

Pulling his muzzle of the thick cock he hesitated a moment, watching as long thing tendrils of precum dripped from the cocks tapered tip to the floor below. The cough from the owner snapping him out of his reverie as Chris bit his lip, his thumbs hooking into the waist of his shorts as he pushed them down around his thighs. Turning around and bending down a little he backed his behind up against the bare cock. Again there was a surprised grunt from the cock’s owner, only this time it was followed by a clearly interested growl as he gave a little buck against the bare behind before him. Chris had played with himself a little at home over the last few days, a finger here, a pencil there. Gradually working up to bigger objects until he could fit something roughly the size of an average penis with relative comfort. But this was no average sized penis, even with the aid of the petroleum jelly, the only lubricant they had at home which was readily available, it took a lot of work getting just the tip of that monster to pop past his cherry opening. Thankfully the cock’s owner seemed to realize he was breaking in a new filly and let Chris work himself back onto the thick bitch breeder behind him.

Thankfully there were no cameras watching this small truck stop as they’d no doubt been in the toilets for far too long already, but no one came looking for them. Looking at the time on his mobile phone though Chris did see it was getting rather late and he should be heading home soon. But not before he kissed that knot again, only this time not with his lips. It took what felt like ages, lots of groaning and grunting on both sides of the stall wall, but eventually Chris would kiss that knot again, feeling an odd pressure and fullness inside him, along with an odd feeling of completion he’d never felt before. It almost brought a tear to his eye, almost because before he could dwell on this new feeling for too long, that cock started moving. With soft growls coming from the other stall the cock’s owner pulled his hips back, slowly withdrawing his length from the vacuum of Chris’s no longer cherry tail hole. The empty hollow feeling left behind made the young husky groan out in an almost perfect imitation of the fox the first time he took that thick splotched horse cock.

Then it began, a slow thrust in, followed by a slow withdrawal. As Chris felt himself relax little by little and the motions became easier, the pace would begin to quicken. Soon the strangers hips were slapping steadily against the stall wall and Chris would be yipping and panting as he got fucked properly for the first time in his life. His own cock gripped in his hand, harder than it had ever been and spilling a constant stream of his own precum to the floor and across his shoes below, but Chris didn’t care. All he could think about was the cock fucking him how he’d been imagining it the last few days.

Lost in his lusty haze, Chris began to buck back onto the cock as it thrust into him. Harder and harder he went, sometimes his rump slapping against the stall wall and making it feel like it was the stranger’s hips against his ass instead. This excited the young husky further, his bucking back getting more eager and more careless, until with a sudden “pop” sensation Chris felt himself be suddenly stretched wide, a brief flash of pain flaring under his tail as he accidentally tied with the stranger.

The unexpected tie was too much, the cock locked inside Chris began to lurch and pulse hard for a few seconds until the dam walls broke and his behind was flooded with a wash of hot seed. The feeling sending Chris over the edge as he furiously stroked his cock, firing off another massive load himself and painting the opposite wall with his seed. Chris’s muzzle raising as he groaned out lewdly “Aaahn, Daddy!”

“Chris?” Came a very familiar and unsure sounding voice from the opposite stall behind him.

“Dad?” Chris replied.