Good Manners Among Otters
"_ Good Manners Among Otters" _
by K.M. Hirosaki ([email protected])
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story and all characters are copyright © 2011 K.M. Hirosaki.
Dedicated to otters.
Riley rested his webbed paws atop his thighs, his small laptop balanced against one calf as he sat crosslegged on his couch. In reality, the computer wasn't in much danger of falling--not unless he made any sudden movements, and he'd be sure to change the way he was sitting before that became a risk.
The otter tensed his fingers, his claws dimpling into his khaki shorts as he watched the progress bar on his monitor. When the file transfer had first started, the estimates had been updating erratically, preventing any real guess as to how long the process would take. By the time the bar was around a quarter full, though, things had smoothed out, and Riley had been watching with great anticipation as the percentages steadily ticked upwards and the bar filled itself.
Now, with less than a minute to go, Riley lifted his head and looked around the living room one last time. He did it mostly out of reflex and habit; it was after one o'clock in the morning, his boyfriend had gone to bed hours earlier, and his other roommate was out of town visiting family. Even so, the young otter couldn't help feeling just a little nervous. Maybe that had something to do with the fact that all of the lights were off, leaving his laptop monitor to serve as a blazing beacon to his forthcoming indiscretions.
The download window closed automatically after the progress bar filled completely, and a moment later, the file transfer directory popped open on the desktop. Riley took a steadying breath and brought his index finger to the trackpad, wiggling the cursor around but not clicking on anything yet. He wasn't doing anything wrong, he reminded himself, and he wasn't going to get caught, anyway. Even so, he took another last look around the room (for real, this time), and then, with eyes fixed firmly back on the monitor, double-clicked on the newly downloaded file.
He very nearly let out a bark of alarm at how large the video window was as it opened up to encompass almost the entire screen. Perhaps even more alarming was the sheer size of the hard cock that was front and center in said window.
Riley splayed his webbed fingers apart against his thighs as he took several deep breaths. For now, the image in the video window was motionless, like some kind of none-too-subtle teaser for what was to come. Riley had been promised a big dick, but that promise hadn't come with a lot of bragging, and now he knew why: there was no need to overcompensate when one could actually deliver.
The stiff ridge that had been present in Riley's khaki shorts since well before the file transfer had finished was now markedly stiffer, if nowhere near as big as the image currently on screen. Really, the only similarity between Riley's cock and the one on his monitor was that they were both attached to otters; Riley wasn't normally a size queen, but the sheer length and thickness and even shape that his eyes were feasting on right now were alluring in a way he wasn't fully used to. He groped himself through his shorts and let out a soft squeak. God, he was glad he was alone right now.
The video itself had clearly been shot with a simple webcam. The shot was centered on the otter's cock, framed so that nothing was visible above the chest or below the knee. Riley noted with some self-consciousness that his fellow otter also had a much better physique, but since this wasn't a two-way exchange, he didn't need to worry about that too much. Not openly, at any rate.
One of Riley's fingers rested on the button below his trackpad. All he needed to do was make one tiny click, and that'd set the ball rolling for real. The otter didn't even know if he was waiting out of hesitation or anticipation; he just knew that he wasn't ready to click yet. He needed a few more seconds. He needed a couple more calming breaths.
His palm was already pressed against his crotch, he realized. The khaki fabric felt oddly soft against his fur, as if he'd never noticed before just how soft it was. Pressing his palm harder against his trapped erection, he swallowed back a quiet grunt, and then finally clicked the little button.
The still image sprung into life, the other otter's fingers immediately beginning to stroke up and down without preamble. It was a slow, teasing touch, one more meant for the viewer than anything else, given how hard that big shaft already was. With the added element of motion, the slick, glistening sheen on that spike of flesh was more obviously visible as it caught the light at varying angles. From the look of it, it appeared to just be the otter's natural drizzle, though if he'd worked himself up with some lube ahead of time, there was no easy way for Riley to know.
What Riley did know was that the zipper on his shorts was rapidly becoming more and more uncomfortable, the teeth of it digging into the fabric of his underwear as he filled it out further. Carefully, he slid his laptop over onto the couch cushion next to him, then he used his thumb to pop the button of his shorts open, so that at least some pressure would be relieved. For the time being, he kept his zipper up; if he rushed things now, he wasn't even going to last as long as this video clip.
The delicate finger-teasing had changed over to a more traditional stroking, though the movements of the otter's paw were still slow and deliberate. There definitely had to be lube involved, Riley thought--unless there wasn't, in which case this other otter was as remarkably leaky as he was remarkably endowed, which maybe wasn't that far of a stretch after all. It was still really hard to tell, in part because--as Riley only just now noticed--the video clip didn't have any audio to go with it.
Even if there had been audio, though, Riley's own panting would have drowned it out, at least at the volume he would have been playing it at. Louder than his panting was the resulting squeak the young otter let out when he realized that his exhibitionist pal's cock actually hadn't been completely hard to start, like he'd assumed. But no, it was definitely bigger now; exactly how much bigger was difficult to say, but it was fuller, thicker, the tip more flushed out, the look of the whole thing somehow more taut and plump. Was this all some kind of clever perspective trick with the camera angles? Were webcams even capable of that sort of thing?
It was past the time for Riley to stop pretending that he could hold back from jerking off any longer. He unzipped his shorts, the teeth catching several times on the way down as he fumbled with the catch. Somehow, he managed to buy himself a moment to just enjoy the sensation of relief, exhaling his tightly held breath all the way before hooking his thumb into the waistband of his underpants, tugging it down to expose his own shaft, already quite hard, springing almost completely upright as soon as it was freed from the damp fabric. He wrapped his fingers around it, squeezed, and then started to smear his own natural leakiness around. There wouldn't be any need for lube on his end, that was for sure.
For a little while, Riley tried to match the pace and movements of the otter in the video, but the way the latter was intentionally drawing things out to tease and torment made it too hard to predict or follow, and Riley was far too needy, himself, to go about so slowly and casually. He resorted to pumping his slick-furred fingers up and down in quick bursts, then caressing the tip of his shaft with the stretch of webbing between his thumb and forefinger, stimulating himself almost too much before stopping completely to just squeeze the base of his shaft while he waited to calm back down so that he could repeat the process all over again.
His breathing was loud and raspy, and it hitched for a moment whenever he'd get close to the edge, only to back away and let himself recover. A quick glimpse in the corner showed that there were still a couple more minutes left before the end of the video, and Riley whimpered, knowing that it would take him a lot of effort to last that long without getting off. Maybe it'd be a fun challenge, though--assuming he still had the mental faculties to handle it.
After what felt like a small fraction of forever, Riley saw the other otter's balls start to draw up closer to the base of his cock, and the teasing stroking had switched over to something more purposeful, marked attention being paid to the tip and the top portion of the shaft. It was looking like Riley might be able to hold out till the end after all, at this rate, or at least close to it. If he could just keep his eyes fixed on what was going on and try to keep his own paw from moving too fast for a little longer, he'd be able to--
"Oh, wow, he's a big boy, isn't he?"
Riley jerked to attention with a cry of alarm. His heart skipped a beat from shock, and he squeaked out again as his laptop began to slip off of the cushion next to him. He stuck out one leg to catch it before it could fall, the monitor parallel to the floor, its light shining right up to illuminate the whiskered face of Sean, Riley's boyfriend, leaning right in over the back of the couch.
Hastily tugging his shirt down in a vain attempt to hide his very exposed and very slick erection, Riley pinned his blushing ears back and stammered as he looked sheepishly back at his fellow otter. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry!" he squeaked out.
Sean chuckled, acting as if nothing were amiss. "I've seen your dick before, hon; you don't gotta hide it."
For a moment, Riley thought the other otter was going to leave things at that and slink back upstairs as silently as he'd snuck down, but Sean just leaned further over the back of the couch, scoping out both the laptop screen and the region between Riley's legs. "Sorry," he added. "I didn't mean to interrupt."
Riley gathered up the laptop and tilted the monitor down so that Sean couldn't see it anymore; as he did so, he saw that he'd missed the money shot. Not that that was his chief concern right now. "God, I'm sorry," he repeated, paws working to stuff his cock back into his underpants.
"What're you apologizing for, silly?" Sean asked. He straightened up and walked around the couch to squat at the other side, getting to eye level with Riley. "It's not like you're not allowed to jerk off."
"I know." Riley still didn't let his ears up. "But I didn't mean for you to--"
Sean silenced Riley with a kiss on the cheek and a quick squeeze at the inner thigh. "I could hear you panting all the way upstairs," he said. "I just came to make sure you were all right." He smirked. "Guess that much isn't a problem."
Now Riley squirmed even more. "I thought you were asleep," he muttered.
"I was. I just woke up to take a leak." Sean then finally grabbed hold of one of Riley's wrists, tugged his paw away, and fished his still half-hard cock back out into the open. Distracted, Riley tilted his head back, and didn't notice until it was too late that Sean had turned the computer monitor back up.
The video had stopped now, the otter's belly and inner thigh streaked with white stickiness. Riley tried to hide the screen again, but Sean just batted his paw away. Hell, it was too late to make him un-see it, anyway. "Another otter, huh?" Sean said with a a coyly raised eyebrow. His eyes then widened. "Holy fuck, he really is big."
"I... yeah." Riley's stomach still clenched with a knot of anxiety. "But this doesn't--"
"Who is it?" Sean asked. "Anyone I know?"
"Just some friend from online," Riley said. "You... probably don't know him."
Sean smiled. "Yeah, I didn't figure. If I had any friends with a dick that big, I'm sure I'd never hear the end of it."
Riley didn't really feel like mentioning that said friend hadn't really done any bragging to that effect. Really, he didn't feel like saying much of anything more on the subject. He just wanted to get his computer shut down, move on, and pretend this whole embarrassing incident had never happened. "I'll, uh, shut down now," he said. "I'll meet you back upstairs in a minute?"
"What's the rush?" Sean asked, his eyes now glimmering with mischief as he looked up at Riley. "I didn't see you finish."
"I--no, I know. And that's okay." Riley tried to close his laptop, but Sean again stopped him, interposing his paw to keep it open.
"What about your friend?" Sean asked, clicking his tongue reproachfully. "Are you just gonna leave him hanging?"
Riley sighed, his toes curling up as he swallowed a lump in his throat. "It's not a live cam," he said. "It's just a video."
"Still," Sean said. "You're gonna just enjoy it and not reciprocate? That's bad manners."
Wait--was his boyfriend really suggesting what Riley thought he was suggesting? "You want me to record myself jerking off for this guy?"
The other otter hummed, then turned his attention to the laptop. "Oh, I think we can do one better than that," he said, pushing Riley's paw away as he worked the trackpad and started to poke his way around the desktop. "How do you turn on your camera?"
Riley's jaw hung open dumbly. He looked at the tiny camera lens built into the laptop, set right above the small monitor. "Wait, 'we?'" he asked. "What are you--"
"Ah, here it is!" Sean said, tapping the trackpad twice, the screen suddenly showing a close-up view of Riley's hastily bared groin and Sean's own muzzle. The kneeling otter adjusted the angle of the monitor, and accordingly, the camera, and then clicked again. "There we go."
"Honey," Riley said, "did you just--" He never finished that sentence, his words dying with a soft squeak as Sean shifted his muzzle down, taking Riley's cock into his mouth.
While the interruption (and subsequent embarrassment) had killed most of Riley's erection, it was well on its way back to full mast in no time thanks to the other otter's attentive efforts. Sean used his intimate familiarity with his boyfriend's body to his utmost advantage, his short tongue flicking about, his tiny teeth grazing here and there, enough to tease without actually nipping or biting.
Riley dug his claws into the fabric of the couch, his body quivering with a slow shudder that started at the root of his thick tail and traveled all the way up his spine to the base of his skull. His eyes rolled up and his head tilted back, his vision consisting of little more than the blue glow rising up from the computer monitor. If he hadn't started to go soft before, he was sure he'd have gotten off right then and there.
But thankfully, that wasn't a problem for either of them; Sean, for his part, seemed to be going about his job with a very playful sort of gusto, not exactly being subtle or taking his time with things, but still making a point to do more than just hungrily stuff his stubby muzzle with cock over and over. Sometimes his tongue pressed up and swirled around the underside of Riley's shaft. Sometimes he'd pull off completely and lick nice and slow, up and down, eyes sneakily pointed up at Riley while his mouth stayed on camera.
It wasn't a porn star quality blowjob or anything, but that probably wasn't the point. Sean was having fun with it, and Riley was happy for that, especially since it still felt damn good all the same. He tried to think of the times he'd ever gotten bad head from somebody, but his mind quickly got pulled back on track as the other otter took his shaft all the way back into that hot mouth, damp nose pressed into the musky fur of Riley's crotch. Pleasurably shocked back into the moment, Riley nudged his hips upward, earning a dull moan from Sean. He could feel his boyfriend's throat briefly twitch around the tip of his cock, and then he let his rump settle back down onto the couch.
Sean then brought one of his paws into action, thumb and forefinger encircling the base of Riley's shaft as he bobbed his head in more simple, evenly-paced motions. Riley's grip on the couch tightened, and the otter let out the little warning squeaks that he always made to let Sean know that he was close, in case his boyfriend wanted to switch things up.
His boyfriend did not want to switch things up; his muzzle worked up in down in the telltale "ready when you are" way. Riley whined in halfhearted protest, wanting the moment to last longer while also still desperate to finally get off. His chest rose and fell with his deepening breaths, the occasional squeak still escaping his mouth as he got louder and more vocal as he came ever closer to climax. Oh, this was going to be a big one, he could just tell. Just a little bit more and he--
Riley surprised himself with how loud his squeal of ecstasy was. His claws snagged on the fabric of the couch cushions as he forced himself to stay as still as possible, lest he knock the precariously located laptop off onto the floor and ruin the extremely good time he'd stumbled into having. The tip of his tail squirmed about as he panted, the rush of his release coursing through him as he flooded the other otter's mouth with spurt after thick, heavy spurt. God, he'd needed this--no wonder he'd been up so late at night in the name of jerking off.
The seal of Sean's lips around his shaft loosened up just barely, enough to let some of that warm seed dribble out of his mouth and down along the length of Riley's now-spent shaft. For a moment, Riley was afraid that he'd let loose a little too hard for his boyfriend to handle before realizing that his lover was doing it on purpose for the camera, adding a bit of a sloppy accent to the end of their little impromptu show. Again, with his eyes safely out of view of the camera, Sean flashed Riley a quick smirk before diving back down again to lick things clean.
With a few final corkscrewing slurps, Sean pulled off of Riley's member with a wet pop, then ever-so-casually reached out with a single fingertip and tapped the spacebar on the laptop, stopping the recording. He licked his lips, then nuzzled his way up underneath Riley's chin. "There," he murmured. "Isn't that better?"
"That's one word for it," Riley replied. He looked down at his lap, at his softening shaft, and the glowing computer screen illuminating this small patch of the living room. "I can't believe you just did that."
"Last time I checked, I'm allowed to suck off my boyfriend in the middle of the night," Sean said. "Even if I'm supposed to be in bed because I've got work in the morning."
Riley checked the tiny clock in the bottom-right corner of his computer screen, then turned back to Sean with an apologetic smile. "Sorry. I didn't mean--"
"Stop apologizing. This was hot." Sean splayed his fingers apart and motioned around with his paw. "All of this." He then leaned in close, gave Riley a slow, passionate, salty kiss, and stood back up. "But I'm going to get back to bed, now. Don't stay up all night, okay?"
As Sean walked back towards the stairs, Riley turned to look at him, the other otter barely visible in the shadows. "Wait," Riley called after him. "You, um, don't really want me to send this out, do you?"
Sean stopped at the bottom stair, a paw braced against the corner of the wall. "Like I said, it's only good manners. Besides, maybe he'll respond with some more videos of his own." In the darkness, it was impossible to see whether he was smiling or not, but Riley could hear the grin in his voice. "Just promise you'll share them with me; he's got a pretty damn nice-looking cock."
Before Riley could think of a good response, Sean disappeared fully from view, his footfalls thumping up the stairs. "Don't stay up all night," he repeated.
A few moments later, Riley heard the bedroom door close. The otter looked back at his monitor, the final frame of the video recording still on display, his own cock glistening with saliva, still mostly hard with just a hint of give to it. Even as a still image, it looked kind of hot.
The otter went to the pull-down menu and saved the file, watching the cursor turn into an hourglass briefly. Should he really send the video out, he wondered? Sean wouldn't put him up to it as a joke, would he? Not when it was his own muzzle being incriminated at the same time.
Riley looked back toward the darkened staircase. The house was again completely silent. All that remained was his own breathing and the computer's soft electronic buzz.
To be honest, the thought of surprising his friend with a bit of amateur porn was kind of exciting, enough that it was probably going to win out over the residual shyness and embarrassment he still felt. He'd never done anything like it before, but he was sure the gesture--manners or no--would be appreciated. The more he mulled it over in his mind, the more he felt some resurgent stirring in the base of his shaft.
His fingertips brushed over that smooth flesh, still just a little bit sticky, twitching faintly under his own touch. His lips curled into a tiny smile.
He'd been told not to stay up all night. Still, he should probably watch the video he and Sean had just made, just to make sure that the quality was up to snuff and whatnot.
It was only polite, after all.