Summer Vacation
Disclaimer: The following story contains explicit material between two anthropomorphic males. If you do not wish to read about it or are a minor, then proceed no further. That is all.
Author's Note: First time ever writing smut and I think it turned out decent. I didn't want my first explicit story to be without a plot but I had this running through my head last night and had to write it; however I left the ending open in case I wanted to continue with Max and Ian. Tell me what you think and enjoy!
Max's eyes fluttered open after the long nights rest. He scoured at the faint light bleeding through the thick curtains and slammed his eyes shut before opening them again. The day after school was over for the summer, Ian came over to Max's house to hang out. While there, Max's mom asked Ian if he wanted to go with them to Colorado for a week or two. Both the shepherd and the otter were excited about this, especially since they would be sharing a room separate from Max's parents. The long trip exhausted everyone, and as soon as Max and Ian entered their room, they plopped down on the bed and quickly fell asleep in each other's arms.
Max slowly slipped his arm out from underneath the otter, stopping for a moment when Ian stirred a little in his sleep. He was almost free, when suddenly Ian pulled the shepherd on top of him, enfolding Max in his arms and kissing him. Max's eyes were wide with shock for a second after being caught off guard, but he slowly let himself sink into the embrace. Ian pulled away slowly from Max, eyes still locked together.
"You know, we didn't have the energy to do anything... 'fun' last night... how 'bout we fix that now?" Ian said seductively, moving his paw between Max's legs and squeezing slightly at the growing bulge.
"But my par-RENTS are next door," replied Max, receiving yet another squeeze from the otter.
"Then we will just have to be quite now won't we?" Ian replied, slowly pulling down the shepherd's shorts to reveal the tight, red boxer-briefs beneath. The bulge pulsed under Ian's ministrations, just waiting to break free from its cotton prison.
"Mhmm you even remembered to wear my favorite briefs, it's a shame they are going to have to come off!" Max moaned a little as his canine member flopped free from its containment.
Max's dominant streak kicked in and he pushed Ian's paws down by his head and kissed him as hard as he possibly could. He pulled back after a few moments, leaving him and Ian panting for breath, strands of spit passing between their lips. Releasing only one of the otter's paws, Max used his free hand to remove Ian's clothing.
After his clothing was navigated around his rudder of a tail and finally flung across the room, Ian rolled Max over, pinning him to the bed and kissed him. Ian pulled on Max's bottom lip as he moved back, causing the shepherd to moan. Ian quickly leaned back into another kiss to stifle the shepherd. Ian pushed both of Max's paws above his head, and pinned them both together with his one paw. The otter then stroked down the shepherd's flank, across his stomach, and finally reached his cock. The otter pushed their cocks together and stroked them. Yet another kiss muffled the joined cries of pleasure.
The shepherd couldn't take it; he broke free from the otter's grasp and rolled on top of Ian... but this time there was no bed to keep them up. They fell to the floor and Ian's breath caught from the shock of a 175 pound shepherd landing on top of him.
"Are you OK Ian?" Max asked, panicking slightly.
Ian chuckled at the cute look of concern that spread across Max's face, which quickly changed to a look of confusion at the chuckle. "Don't stop, you silly mutt" was the only response Ian gave.
That was all Max needed to continue. He opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed the traveling size bottle of lube. He popped open the cap, still a little clumsy from inexperience, and put some on his fingers. The otter lifted his legs off the ground and draped them over Max's shoulders. With his finger's lubed up, he placed one against Ian's pucker, slowly filling him. He stretched the otter out a little before adding a second finger. Ian moaned in ecstasy, pleasure filling every part of his body.
"Max, please, I can't take it anymore!" was all he could reply through the ministrations of his shepherd.
Max positioned himself in front of the otter, his tip pushing ever so slightly against the otter's ring. He pushed in slowly, giving Ian time to adjust to his size.
Ian moaned out, "More!" between gasps for breathe, but Max took his time because he did not wanting to hurt the otter. Ian's impatience showed when he thrust back on Max and shoved the rest of the shepherd's length inside of him. The otter's face contorted in pleasure, his tongue hanging out slightly, almost comically, to the side.
This action was all Max needed for him to know that his otter was ready. He pulled back, almost all the way out, before shoving his length back into Ian. They gasped in unison, both of their faces contorting in a way that only sex can reveal, once all the walls and shields of a person are lowered.
Max thrust over and over, Ian moaning a little louder each time. Max leaned down and kissed Ian as he thrust inside of him. Taking one of his paws, Max started stroking Ian's shaft, which was nice and slippery from Ian's pre-cum. It was all the otter needed to be pushed over the edge. He cummed in Max's hand and on his own stomach fur. Max growled in pleasure as Ian's pulsing muscles gripped his cock. The shepherd could feel his knot growing quickly at the new sensation. He thrust a couple more times before finally pushing all the way into the otter, filling Ian with his seed. They released each other from their kiss, strands forming between their lips.
"Max, Ian, is everything alright in there?" Max's mother asked through the door. "We heard a loud noise and figured we should check up on you."
"We are fine mom," Max replied, somehow able to keep his voice from wavering after his climax. "We were just wrestling."
"Alright, well hurry down to the lobby and eat some breakfast before it closes."
"OK mom, we will be down right after a couple of quick showers." Footsteps could be heard as Max's mom walked down the hall to the elevator.
"That was pretty close..." Ian said, still gazing at Max's face.
Max turned back to Ian and stared into his deep hazel eyes. "I told you it would be too loud," Max replied.
"I think it was fine, after all they seemed to believe your wrestling story. Wrestling... using one of the oldest tricks in the book... how original," Ian stated, sticking his tongue out slightly at the shepherd.
"Come on," Max growled playfully, pulling his shrinking knot none too gently out of Ian at his snide comment. "We need to shower quickly before they get more suspicious."