Watersports with Friends - Wuffie ~ Octo
A WS fic between Octo and his dingo-husky friend.
The second of a 3-part series.
Wuffie entered the hotel room, feeling a bit nervous but also excited at the prospect of spending some intimate time with his dear friend Octo. As he approached the bed, he couldn't help but admire Octo's impressive form. The octopoid was even more magnificent up close, his muscles rippling beneath his smooth, slimy skin as he moved gracefully across the room. His tentacle cocks were impressively large and well-endowed, twitching slightly as they hung relaxed by his sides.
Octo smiled warmly at Wuffie, his golden eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Ah, my dear Wuffie," he said, his voice low and soothing. "I have missed you."
Wuffie felt a surge of affection for his friend, and before he knew it, he found himself kneeling between Octo's legs, gazing up at him with a grin. He reached out a hand to touch one of the tentacle cocks, marveling at its size and texture. It was unlike anything he had ever experienced before, and yet somehow familiar, like a memory from another life.
"Please, Wuffie," Octo whispered, his voice filled with desire. "It was a long trip."
Without hesitation, Wuffie leaned forward and engulfed the first tentacle cock with his mouth, sucking gently at first and then increasing the pressure as Octo moaned softly in pleasure. The taste was unique, a blend of saltiness and something else that Wuffie couldn't quite place, but it only added to the thrill of the experience.
Finally, after what seemed like hours of exploring Octo's body with his mouth and hands, Wuffie paused to look up at his friend. Octo was breathless, his eyes closed in ecstasy, his tentacle cocks still twitching slightly. Wuffie could see the excitement written all over his face, and he knew that he wasn't done yet.
He looked down at Octo's crotch again, taking in the sight of his swollen, pulsing cocks. Without thinking, he leaned forward and took one into his mouth once more, sucking harder this time, determined to bring Octo to the peak of pleasure.
And just when Wuffie thought things couldn't get any better, Octo began to release, his semen flooding Wuffie's mouth in waves. It tasted salty and sweet, like the ocean mixed with honey, and Wuffie drank it all down eagerly, savoring every drop.
As Wuffie continued to service Octo, he noticed that his friend was tensing up, his body preparing for something more. Wuffie didn't need to be told twice; he understood perfectly what Octo needed.
Without breaking eye contact with Octo, Wuffie slowly took both tentacle cocks into his mouth, his jaw straining as he tried to accommodate their size. Octo watched him with a mixture of surprise and intense arousal, clearly impressed by Wuffie's determination and skill.
Wuffie worked hard to keep up the pace, bobbing his head back and forth as he sucked and licked the sensitive flesh. He could feel Octo's excitement building within him, and he knew that he was getting closer to the edge.
Suddenly, Octo gave a sharp cry, his body convulsing as he released a torrent of hot piss directly into Wuffie's open mouth. Wuffie didn't flinch, instead swallowing deeply and continuing to suck on the tentacle cocks, determined to please his friend no matter what.
The sensation was unusual, but Wuffie found it strangely enjoyable. He reveled in the heat and flavor of Octo's urine, drinking it down greedily as his friend shuddered above him. For a moment, they stayed locked together like this, Wuffie deepthroating the tentacle cocks while simultaneously consuming Octo's piss.
Eventually, Octo's orgasm subsided, leaving him feeling drained but content. He stroked Wuffie's fur fondly, smiling down at him with gratitude. "Thank you, buddy," he murmured. "That was great."
Wuffie wiped his chin with his paw and grinned back at Octo, his heart full of happiness and satisfaction. This was what being with Octo was all about - exploring each other's bodies, pushing limits, and finding joy in the unexpected. And even though there was nothing more to this particular encounter, Wuffie knew that he would always cherish these moments spent with his dear friend.
The following morning, Wuffie woke up feeling refreshed and ready for another day with Octo. As he stretched out in bed, he felt a sudden surge of desire well up inside him. Last night's experiences had left an indelible mark on him, and he yearned for more of Octo's unique offerings.
When Octo stirred awake, Wuffie approached him hesitantly, not sure how to broach the subject. But before he could say anything, Octo smiled knowingly and asked, "More of last night, buddy?"
Wuffie nodded eagerly, unable to hide his eagerness. Octo chuckled softly and reached out to stroke Wuffie's blue fur, his fingers tracing patterns through the knots and tangles.
"Very well," Octo said, his voice low and soothing. "But remember, I have plenty to share. Don't worry about running out." He was a sea creature, after all. He had to hydrate constantly.
With those words, Octo relaxed his control over his bladder, allowing his golden eyes to glaze over as he let loose two powerful streams of piss. The liquid spilled over Wuffie's fur, covering him from head to toe in a warm, yellow-gold cascade.
Wuffie closed his eyes and let out a sigh of pure bliss, reveling in the sensation of Octo's piss soaking into his fur. It wasn't just the physical pleasure that he enjoyed; it was also the intimacy and trust between them, the knowledge that Octo would provide for his needs without judgment or expectation.
For several minutes, Octo continued to pour his piss over Wuffie, ensuring that every inch of his dusky fur was covered. By the time he finished, Wuffie was completely drenched, his fur reeking of saltwater and seaweed.
Despite the strong scent, Wuffie couldn't help but snuggle deeper into Octo's embrace, feeling safe and appreciated. They lay there together for a long while, enjoying the quiet comfort of each other's company, until eventually drifting off to sleep once again.
As Wuffie lathered up his fur with soap and water, he felt a strange mix of relief and anticipation. Despite the exhaustion he had experienced during their previous encounters, he found himself yearning for more of Octo's touch. His heart raced at the thought of being close to his friend again, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held for them.
After rinsing off, Wuffie returned to where Octo was resting, hoping against hope that his companion might be ready for another round. To his delight, Octo opened one eye lazily and gave him a small smile, indicating that he was willing to continue their exploration of each other's bodies.
Over the next few hours, Wuffie took Octo repeatedly, pushing him to the brink of exhaustion and beyond. Each time they connected, Wuffie felt a surge of joy and satisfaction, his body responding eagerly to Octo's stimulation. Despite his own fatigue, Octo never complained, always meeting Wuffie's advances with openness and enthusiasm.
Each orgasm brought a new wave of pleasure, and Wuffie reveled in the closeness he shared with Octo. Even when Octo seemed on the verge of collapse, Wuffie couldn't resist the urge to take him again, driven by an insatiable desire for connection and intimacy.
Finally, after what felt like hours of fucking each other senseless, Octo lay spent beside Wuffie, his golden eyes barely open. Though exhausted, Octo didn't feel entirely displeased. In fact, he found a certain satisfaction in satisfying Wuffie's desires, even if it meant sacrificing some of his own energy.
As they both caught their breath, Octo wrapped his tentacles around Wuffie protectively, pulling him close for a gentle cuddle. Despite their differences - Wuffie's land-based form and Octo's aquatic nature - they found a deep bond in their shared experiences and mutual respect.
On the final morning, Wuffie and Octo decided to enjoy one final intimate encounter before Octo had to return home. This time, they approached their intimacy with a sense of bittersweet nostalgia, knowing that their time together was drawing to a close.
As they embraced, their movements were slower and more tender than usual, filled with a profound appreciation for the connection they shared. Every caress, every kiss, every thrust carried with it a deep affection and gratitude for the time they had spent together.
When Octo reached his climax, he cried out softly, his voice mingling with Wuffie's own cries of ecstasy. The sound echoed through the room, a testament to the soundproofing of the accommodations.
As they lay entwined, their hearts still racing from their passion, Octo whispered, "I will miss you."
"And I," Wuffie replied, his voice husky with emotion. "But we can keep writing each other, right?"
Octo nodded, his tentacles wrapping tighter around Wuffie. "Yes, my friend. We can keep our connection alive through words and memories."
With those words, they fell into a peaceful slumber, their bodies still intertwined as they savored their last moments together. When Octo left for his homeland later that day, Wuffie watched him go with a heavy heart, knowing it might be a while until they see each other once more. But each time, it was worth the wait.