Boys Night In
(NOTE: No keyword for full-figured furs! Many characters in this story involving group sex and good times are hot chubsters and phat fatties! If thats not your thing, do not continue reading.)
Mitch looked at his reflection in the mirror for the fifth time in as many minutes. Fingers combed through the wavy bangs that almost came down over his eyes. He adjusted his shirt for what felt like the twentieth time, trying to get used to the leather straps held by cool metal buckles worn beneath. 'Looks fine, nobody will ever guess!' he thought to himself, excitement causing his ears to flush and his heart to quicken. Today he wore a little bell on a ribbon tied around his horn. The rhinocerous moved the bell to the left again, looked a moment, then put it back to the right. Taking a half step back and getting a good view of himself, patting himself on the stomach and smiling. This was going to be a great night.
The doorbell rang and Mitch padded on his bare gray feet out to the living room. Not bothering to check the peephole he opened the door and was greeted by a great warm wafting smell. An old love indeed, stacked ten boxes high and making his mouth water. The bearer was only a pair of flubbery arms holding the boxes over a massive spherical tawny yellow tummy.
"Pizzas here!" cried a voice from the middle of the stack. Mitch took down half the boxes revealing the ever-cheerful jowly face of Greg, who had come to help get things prepared. "Thanks Mitch." he said as they walked in and put the pies down on the kitchen table. Greg was wearing a cutoff top, like he normally did when the guys would get together. His tufted feline tail whipped back and forth energeticly over his plump rear end. Glancing over at the stove, the lion spotted a large pot which before had been steaming and boiling, but was now covered and dormant looking. He reached plump fingers into his pocket and fished out the change from the pizza money and put it back into a two-foot tall glass jar marked 'PHAT FUNDS'. "Hey is that stuff done?"
"Yeah, we just need to warm it back up before we use it. I'm host this time so I'll take care of it." Mitch smiled, showing off his squarish blunt teeth, which gleamed in contrast to his dark hide, ears wiggling cutely. He watched greg reach into the shoulder-bag he was wearing and start to pull out various items, placing them down on a polished silver tray.
"This is your first time as host isnt it? Heh, I usually wear that tux and do the butler thing. You going to go in the buff?" Greg asked, filling the tray with an assortment of oils and lubricants. Scented, flavored, plain, and even some household substitues including olive oil and petroleum jelly. Mitch watched, feeling his groin stir with excitement, his heart rate going up again.
"Uh, no.. Actually Ive got something new to wear. Just for the party you might say." Blushing a little, the chubby rhino smiled at his friend, who had his ears perked curiously a moment then smiled sensing that he was going to have to wait to see like everyone else.
"Heh, well I cant wait.." He winked flirtily at his friend and took out a rolled up piece of poster board and attached it to the wall adjacent to the door so that it would be the first thing the guests would see. It was markered in big black letters, itemizing the list of house rules for everyone to see.
1- HAVE FUN!! FEEL WELCOME TO FEED, FROLICK, AND FORNICATE!!
2- NO CLOTHING ALLOWED (unless approved by the host)
3- RESPECT THE WISHES OF OTHERS, LEAVE ALL YOUR DRAMA OUTSIDE, AND
USE COMMON SENSE, PEOPLE!
4- THE HOST IS THE LAW! OBEY AND SUPPORT HIM!!
5- REMEMBER TO FEED THE PHAT FUNDS JAR, ITS HUNGER IS OUR HUNGER.
Then the bell rang again. Mitch and Greg exchanged looks. Somebody was early.
"You said seven right?"
"Yeah, but its only half past five now." Mitch opened the door to see a smiling but apprehensive looking face. Big young blue eyes and calico fur, the other expected feline had shown up early. Mitch had to think a moment before he rememberd his name, looking at the newest club member. He was a domestic species of cat, adorably chubby in a way that gave him that 'baby fat' appearance. "Hi!" Mitch greeted with a big welcoming grin, "Youre the new guy arent you, Luke wasnt it? Come in, come in!" He put his arm around the cat's shoulder.
"Oh jeez am I early? Im sorry." His ears drooped and his tail twitched while he berated himself inwardly. Greg winked at him from the kitchen where he was putting some metal pans in the double-oven to warm them up to keep the pizzas hot.
"Heh, it's ok we could use another set of paws to help us get started."
Luke glanced at the sign, reading over rule number one. "Um.. should I get uh.. well-" But Mitch waved his hand dismissively and gave him a good-natured pat.
"Naaah, don't worry about that until later. Just take your time and enjoy yourself. Play if you want, watch if you want. It's up to you to decide what you're comfortable with." With that he gave Luke a warm petting on his round middle and took him to the living room to arrange the furniture.
An hour or so later two suv's arrived. One white and one black, both brand new Honda Elements. Boxy and jeep-like as they were. Greg had seen them from the window and called out to Mitch.
"Its time! Looks like the twins are our drivers tonight." The lion huffed over to the door and opened it, waving and greeting to the motley crew piling out of the cars. Chuckling as he noticed the two vehicles recovering their height as hefty after jiggly fur piled out of them. A stocky looking bull with a big round potbelly pulled a very familiar looking red icebox from the back of one of them, wearing jeans and a ballcap as always. The twins were wolves, black and silver furred, looking almost huskie like. They chatted a little with each other and a rotund elephant, short for his kind but fitting in perfectly with this crowd. He ran thick fingers through his thinning hair, stretching a little after the crosstown ride. Then he saw one of the cars rocking on its axles as the rolls of a very large hippo removed himself from the backseat. Everything about him was round, from his ears to his arms and legs to his fingertips. Greg smirked seeing that he wore a t-shirt like always, even in the freezing winter months. The thin cotton pulled around his huge middle and fat pegs, giving the illusion of breasts. The large hippo yelped and grabbed his rump, hopping away from the far door. From beind him, a lizard with a massive belly was holding the end of his long scaled tail in paw. Greg shook his head, taking a pretty easy guess that the dominant-minded reptile had probably been starting in the car before they even arrived. Still.. he probably had the biggest dick out of the whole bunch, and never forced himself on anyone unwilling to take it. Gregs eyes kept scanning, looking for someone who had not shown yet, someone who given the chance, Greg probably would might just possibly take as a mate and keep. But everyone was out of the cars and on their way up the walk to the door. It was Lee, the bull who answered his unspoken question.
"Dave couldnt make it today, sorry buddy but I guess you will just have to tolerate our cocks instead." The final comment earning him a poke from the elephant.
"Christ Lee, give the guy a break willya?" Greg smiled at Jayson, and nodded but didnt comment about the missing equine. He saw that most knew the rules, buttons were popping, zippers were already being undone and shoes kicked off before they were even in the door.
"All right guys, you all know the rules. Remember that this is Mitch's first time hosting so be good and do what he says, ok?" He stepped back as one by one they came in. Tony the hippo having to go in at an angle, his round rump and belly squishing against the doorframe. When he arrived he waved his pudgy digits at Luke, the new guy, who was looking a bit shy and fumbling with his belt as it was time for the clothes to come off.
Introductions went around as they stripped, performed by the host. Mitch started with Luke, who some had only met briefly before. "You all remember this kitty, this is his first time so lets make a good impression this session, ok?" Luke took his clothes off slowly, knowing that all eyes were on the new guy. He blushed at the breaths and whistles when he took off his shirt, revealing his plump tummy and little cave of a bellybutton. He has always in the past been treated like second rate, like his weight was a personal flaw and a source of ridicule and shame. But with these guys.. it was all so different! They were like him, they were all great guys in their own rights and ways. They knew and had to face the same things he did every day. He felt incredible, he felt wanted, he felt attractive and liked. But he was till new to this kind of accpetance, on top of being gay and all. Some of the most cruel things that had been said to him in the past had been from "fellow gays", shallow and conceited as they were. He felt himself blush deeply, while he undressed. Pulling his shorts off but leaving the large black thong he bought just for the party on. He had promised himself to take it slow, and was still rather nervous and anxious. But at the same time a fierce desire to join in churned away deep in his chest. But naturally shy, and after a lifetime of being thought he was the one in the wrong, the ugly one... the FAT one, he just wasnt quite ready to dive in all the way. There was an audible sigh as he left his undies on, but a stern "AH-HEH-HEM!" from the host silenced them all quickly.
Then the rhino started to go down the line starting with the twins who were out of their shirts and putting on some costume wings. "Thats Michael and Gabriel, our terrible twosome." The two smiled back wolfishly.
"Gabe and Mike." Gabe said to the calico feline. "We were separated at birth, but you can tell us apart by the scar." The wolf tugged his pants down, showing that they had been joined at the hip, and there was a bald patch showing bright pink skin on his left side. Naturally, Michaels would be on his right side mirroring his brother.
"Our two club daddies, Lee and Max." The bull and the lizard both nodded at the mention of their name, the lizard already completely in the nude, showing off his great pear-shaped belly and his full naked maleness without any trace of shame or modesty. Lee's package was giving him a run for his money though, his thick flesh toned member swaying down in front, with heavy folds of foreskin covering the crown.
"Hey kid, welcome aboard." The bull commented, pulling a pair of large cigars from his discarded pants pocket and giving one to the Lizard, the two starting to talk smokes.
"The two lardbutts there are Jayson and Zach." The hippo and elephant pinked in the cheeks and smiled widely. Zach pulling his head out of his shirt, showing off his large pecs which were recently pierced with a huge round hoop nipple rings. They hung from the ends of his mancleavage, swaying with his movments.
"Just call me Jay." the elephant waved with his trunk meekly.
"Yeah dont let that shy act fool you either, he's the kinkiest little pig here." Grinned Zach. Jayson would have replied but he was staring slack-jawed at his host. The naturally round pudgy rhino had stripped during introduction and stood there now, naked for all but the black leather and silver buckles of his brand new harness. Leather looped around his chest coming together on a ring in the middle of his back. There was a modestly small cup concealing his naughty bits, and a black elastic strip that went up the back keeping the little treasure under his tail hidden from veiw.
"Where did you get THAT??" The elephant asked, pointing and still staring with his eyes blazing hungrily. This time it was Lees turn to poke him in the tummy.
"Hey now, the host is off-limits, you know that." He chewed the end of his cigar, looking Mitch over with a similar gleam in his eyes. "But damn if he isnt a rotten teasing bitch tonight." Smiles and laughter ensued as the naked and thong-clad members of the club made their way to the oversized couch and loveseat.
Just as important as the sex to the seven naked chubs was dinner. Lee's cooler was set up by the table with the pizzas on it. Many of the boys not bothering with the paper plates and just scooping up several slices of the steaming hot pies and picking up soda or beer or both as they made their way to the large couches. The furniture creaked as they sat down, leaning back and began to munch on dinner while discussing the most important matter of what to put on the television.
"Porn!!"
"We did that last time, lets watch something else."
"Iron Chef marathon!"
"Queer as Folk then?"
"Ive downloaded all of Naruto!"
"Why would we want to watch something we have to read?"
"I brought the complete Python's Flying Circus!"
Then the host stepped in, donning the traditional hosts collar as he made his way past the chubby knees and shins. The collar was a broad baby pink affair, jingling and ringing with every movement he made thanks to the golfball sized sleigh bells decorating it. He took up one of each DVD and put them all his the large silver player that sat on the shelf below the flatscreen television. Making a show of bending over to load the disks, his tail waving in the air teasingly above his broad rump and earning him several grunts, whistles, and catcalls from the gathered assembly. Lastly as the pan holding the silvery disks slid into the machine, he punched the shuffle button. This way everyones choices would be played, and nobody would be too distracted for much longer than an episode or so before something else came on.
The crowd relaxed and fed themselves, leaning against each other, letting their bodies warm up to each others while they methodically filled their stomachs. Mitch went about his duties bringing more pizza, replacing empty cans, and now and then disappearing into the kitchen to 'check something'. Jayson was feeding himself with one hand, while the other stroked the large round thigh of the hippo sitting next to him. Making Zach puff heavily, his cheeks flushing with warmth. Luke and Lee had been the longest getting food, and unfortunately there was no couchspace left when they had finished. Their host had anitipated this and set down a fiar number of large pillows and cushions on the floor so they sat and made themselves comfortable. The cat pretended to be very interested in his food, but his eyes kept wandering curiously to the others who were sitting around him and touching each other so casually. Glancing over the the well-muscled potbellied bull he smiled a bit and Lee smiled back invitingly. He had white fur and a healthy ammount of body hair decorating his stoky frame and adding to his already machismo attitude. Luke immediately felt his ears turn red and busied himself on the next slice of pizza. The wolf twins were already going into their regular tactics, double-teaming on one individual. Their first target tonight was the indomitable Mt.Max, the twins sat on either side of the reptile, their paws rubbing circles on his hips and his huge middlle. Their wing props moving gently while Gabe sat up on his knees and fed Max his food. Max would take the slice in two quick bites then lick at the wolfs fingers, nipping at them teasingly while Gabe giggles and wagged his tail. Michael was nuzzling the smooth white scales on his distended reptillian tummy, whuffling and licking him teasingly. Max leaned back and sighed happily, now THIS was service!
Luke's jumped and felt his fur stand on end at the muffled soft crash next to him. The room trembled as Jayson and Zach had rolled themsleves off the couch together, their soft plush bellies pressing and rolling over each other as they scrambled to get themselves into a sixty-nine position. They lay on thier sides, facing each other while plump arms hugged thick thighs. Jayson's trunk slid over the long curved crevice of Zach's rump, sliding lewdly while he snapped his fingers in the air. Mitch was there in an instant, tray in hand and leaning forward to listen to the elephants needs. The bells jingled as the rhino host provided Jay with a large can of whipped cream then went to get Lee another beer and some of his favorite lubricant. The nervous calico looked on, fascinated and longing to join them, to feel that kind of touch and closeness. However his nerves were still in control and he hesitated, scared to death at the thought that his advances might be unwelcome. Luke popped open another beer with one hand while the other dipped into his thong and started to slowly tend to his achingly hard member.
By now, host included, there wasnt a soft cock in the room. And it was good. Greg had been watching TV at first and eating his fill now turned his attention to other desires. From his spot on the couch he spread his legs out and hugged Lee around the chest. The large pull leaned his head back into the soft jellyroll thighs of the lion and started rubbing his proud, uncircumsized member on the felines pawpads. The bull smeared pre between the chubby digits, growling and shivering softly while his own desires started to build.
Max had finished eating, but now the twins were turning him into their dinner. He sat back on the couch with his arms down the back of either of the fat wolves, his clawed paws clutching their upturned rumps, tugging thier tails, and giving them the occaisional playful swat. The angelic canines would obidently jump and wimper slightly, but they were both busily licking, slobbering, and noisily sucking on the reptiles huge red cock. Max sighed deeply with delight, a full bloated stomach and a wonderful blowjob- how could life get any better than this? Michael took his turn nursing on the lizards full dripping crown, pulling it into his muzzle and licking it furiously. While Gabriel lapped at the hot shaft, feeling it pulse under his tonge as he made his way down to the reptillian vent and pushed his tongue there firmly, searching out for Max's cockroot and taking in his hot meaty male flavors.
Zach pushed his broad face between Jay's thighs, his round nostrils flaring and snorting a hot steamy breath over the pachyderms heavy balls. His lips pursing and closing around the stiff gray-skinned salami. He buried his muzzle down the the base, made a tight hot seal around Jay's blunt lance and then pulled his head back until the crown popped out and the erection bounced and waved making Jayson gasp as the cool air assaulted his sensitive wet tip. The elephant counterattacked with one of his signature forms of play. Jay was quite the analphile, and aggressively shameless when it came to playing with his friends. Until now he had been licking the hippos round balls, enjoying his friends tight sac, loving and nuzzling the way they kept his warm orbs nice and snug to the rest of his body. He pushed his chest against the hippos round loving buddah belly and started to lick along the sweet cleft dividing the oversized mountainous cheeks. Without warning he spread Zachs twin land formations and shot the winking little sphincter with a cool blast of whipped cream. Then he went in and quickly swiped it away with his tongue. Zach about fired his load right then and there, the hot and cold contrast repeating three times before he gave in and nursed on the elephants pulsing shaft continuously.
Greg and Lee had taken up on the couch where Jay and Zach had fallen. The bull atop the lion, kissing him fiercely and pushing that thick uncut member firmly up against the lions large round tummy. The feline growled and moaned softly, his ears back and his tail coiling. The bulls heavy balls bumped hotly down over the lions hard ebony tool, picking up a thick gob of pre that turned into a long glistening rope as Lee kept bellyhumping the soft furry rotund lion, pushing his hips hard enough to send Greg's tummy rippling.
"Turn it over and present, jellyroll." He growled down with a broad toothy grin. The lion couldnt obey fast enough, rolling himself over then scooting back into place under the bull. His rump in the air and his tail curled up over his back. Lee slapped both large buttocks with his open hands, sending a nice ripple through the lions broad beam. His strong hands gripping and kneading the large fleshy cheeks while Greg purred and mewed like a little kitten. Lee continued to to rub and massage his eager friends backside, sliding his throbbing well-lubricated piece lewdly along the crease under the lions tail. Greg purrrrred and felt himself relax, his paws laying on the armrest with his chein on them, a content smile on his face while excitement and anticipation for what was coming welled up a fierce desire in him. Fortunately this didnt last long, the lion shivered as he felt one of Lees hands leave his rump and the familiar blunt press just under his tail of the dripping wet, and rock solid bulb of the bulls sex. Greg shifted his thighs apart a bit more and took a deep breath. Lee pushed in cautiously, spreading the deliciously firm ebon ring, feeling the foreskin pushed back and inch after inch hugged by the hot rippling walls of the lions insides. The bull soon had his hips pushing against the plush furry rump of the moaning feline. His hands slid around those wide thighs, and caressed the hanging stomach in long slow circles. Greg arched a little more and rocked back towards those hips, enjoying the feel and weight on his back and rump of the bulls big potbelly as Lee leaned over him and started to steadily pump those thick glorious inches of beefmeat back and forth in his firey silken passage.
Luke gasped, feeling a pleasant jolt shooting through his groin. Nearly dropping the can of beer in his hand he looked down at himself. The thong he was barely able to wear had a large dark stain growing in the center. His hand still buisily stroking and milking the shy calico's hardon while it jerked and throbbed and fired hot spurts of sticky messy semen. Luke blushed deeply, having set himself off so early! And alone! His ears went back and he stood up quickly to make for the bathroom to wash up. Michael and Greg had already noticed, they were winking and grinning at him good-naturedly but somehow he couldnt erase the embarassment himself. Thats when he noticed how badly the room was spinning. Luke teetered a little then sat back down, his head buzzing and his face starting to tingle with numbness. Glancing down he saw what at least eight empty cans, were those really all his? He leaned back, hand still in his wet thong, holding his semi-flaccid messy kittyhood. Mitch appeared before him, taking up the empty cans and smiling.
"A bit of a voyeruism to get things started hon?"
"I.. uh. no, ish justthat-"
"Please, allow me to help you." Mitch asked and seeing the feline nod he placed the tray down. Politely and professionally he took Lukes wrist and lifted his sticky hand from his shorts. Then he slipped the thong off the pudgy blushing feline, turning it inside out to keep the semen from getting stuck and matted in the fur on his legs. The host turned to his tray and pulled from it a steaming damp cloth, and tenderly started to dab and take up the felines spilled seed. Luke had never felt so pampered in all his life, purring deeply and smiling, letting his mind go and enjoying the hot cloth that gently groomed him, taking up the mess. It was over before he felt he had enough, Mitch had gone again and Luke looked around, naked and feeling his inhibitions fall to the floor. He suddenly wanted very much to join in, so he stood up again and took a few clumsy steps towards Max and the twins. He could get on all fours on the floor and get his mouth in between those scaley thighs pretty easily. Then who knows.. maybe will see me and get in behind and...
Luke felt an arm loop around his elbow and looked to see who it was. It was Mitch again, wiggling his ears and smiling. "Come on over here, Ive got a few more drinks ready for you. Prime stuff." Luke had no sense left in his beer-adled mind to refuse to he walked with his host around the couches back to the food table. There were three tall glasses with filled with.. something. Mitch took a sip from one of the tops of the glasses and winced, pursing his lips. "Mmh! Wow, its got kick." Taking the glass and feeling the rush of reckless pleasure he started to drink down the whole thing. Mitch smiled and handed him another. Luke drank it down and belched, chuckling.
"I want to have you."
"Hehehe, but Im the host, remember?"
"Dun care, want you to h've me too."
"One more drink hon, think you can make it?" Mitch patted Lukes full slooshing stomach, "Gonna play with the big boys now?" Luke set down the third glass and nodded vigirously and grabbed Mitch by the leather straps that ran across his wide hips. He nuzzled the rhinos neck, steaming drunk and beyond judgement or caring. "Lets go to the back room, so the others wont know we're breaking the rules." Luke nodded against the hosts chest, hearing the long deep breaths, soft moans and lewd wet noises of the other couplings just a few feet away. Mitch led him into a dark room and set him down on a bed on his back. "Just relax hot stuff, I'll be back. Lie down and when we're all done you'll feel like you never have before." Mitch crossed the darkness, turning on a small light that illuminated the bathroom and part of the bedroom, then went back outside, closing the door behind him.
Max looked up, the twins still going about their work with great gusto and practiced technique. "So, put that one to bed?" He tilted his head back, asking Mitch between deep breaths and low grunts.
"Yeah, did the water trick and put him down for the night. He'll pass out any minute now."
Max would have replied but instead his body trembled. Michael and Gabe worked on his cock furiously, their long ribbon like tongues stroking and swiping even faster. Mike would pause to dip his whole mouth over the leaking crown, pulling his cheeks in tight and sucking hard making the plump gator groan and gently push his hips up into that hungry appeasing mouth. Max gripped both their tailroots in his strong hands, his muscled chest heaving great lungfulls of air that tingled in his chest and felt remarkable. The twins sensed the moment coming and kept on his groin mercilessly, Gabe licked up and down the length of Max's shaft while Michael tickled the quivering phallus just under the tip with his tongue. The belly of the mighty gator shook and jiggled as he bit his lip, eyes shut tightly and his senses reeled. His scaled green head went back, mouth agape in a silent cry. The twins whined and nuzzled delightely when stream after stream of the reptiles hot musky seed spurted into their eager faces. The licked at the jets like pups playing in the rain, the gator giving them more than enough to get their faces good and messy. Max panted and huffed, flushed in the face and growling pleasantly as the twins tenderly licked the goo from where it splattered on his belly.
The two plump sixty-niners had gotten so close that they looked like one great monsterous creature. A tangle of pudgy arms and legs hugging thick hips while their faces were nearly lost to view buried so deeply in the others crotch. The end of Jaysons trunk was casually sliding back and forth along the long cleft of Zachs rump, the can of whipped cream forgotten and spilling on the floor beside them. The hippo was using his broad muzzle to engulf the elephants entire package, balls and all. Pursing his lips firmly and making a seal around the top of his heavy leather sac, sucking so nicely and pulling the orbs down while the head atop the elephants scepter pushed against the back of his throat. This was too much for the puffing elephant, his knees jerked and bent, his thighs hugged Zach's head and he couldnt help but feed the hippo a hot serving of liquid fire. The pulses ran past Zachs lips, pushed his tongue flat and burst from the tip right down into his ample stomach. He kneaded his friends backside while the elephant gasped and shuddered, losing his concentration and letting the orgasm take him.
Greg and Lee had their timing a little better. The bulls hips had become faster and faster as the pleasure mounted and the passion grew. Greg knew the bull was doing what he did best, and enjoyed the ride. He rocked his hips back as hard as he could take it. Feeling the thick head plow deeply into his guts while the thick base of Lee's cock stretched his dark manhole to a thin ring of glistening wet ebon flesh. Each heavy thrust knocked his prostate exquisitely, feeling so good he didnt even have to give his own throbbing erection any special attention. The bulls erection became a blur as he went into the home stretch. Letting his partner know how a good cow must feel under these attentions. He nuzzled and bit lightly at the soft back of the lions furry neck. Greg layed his ears flat and growled deeply, the sound cut short by his ecstatic cries. The bull felt his friend start to go off, the tight muscles cinching and pulling across every inch of his hot thrusting spear, especially tight at the entrance. The bull just layed into him, riding him firmly through the lions long orgasm, ignoring the consequences as his balls drew close to his groin and he lost the ability to hold back any longer. The two huffed and panted deep breaths of air, both feeling as though they had just run a marathon. Snuggling close, Lee let his weight down a little more on top of Greg, smiling through deep breaths and gently rubbing the golden furred tummy comfortingly. Greg meanwhile lay in recovery, his mind still focused on that hot spike splitting him in two. Their plump bodies pressed together while they caught their breath and noticed that they had become the center of attention. The television and DVDs still cycling through the shows obidently had been all but forgotten.
Mitch returned from the kitchen with an armload of hot wet towels in one arm. And a massive glass party bowl in the other. The bowl was filled with something liquid, dark and sweet smelling. Mitch set the bowl down in the middle of everyone and passed out towels. Then he went back and brought out another tray. This tray was loaded with an array of interesting devices. Large flesh toned dildos, various sizes of paint brushes, and even a turkey baster. He set these down by the huge bowl of molten chocolate and grinned, showing off those large blunt pearly teeth again.
"Now that you have had your warmups, I thought Id bring in the dessert."
There was a rush of paws to the new toys, dipping in chocolate, taking a rubbery cock toy and dipping that instead. Mitch took a few cautionary steps back and smiled widely, already the groups hunger for sex, sweets, and good company renewed as they got to work painting, licking, and teasing each other with the dary sticky sauce.
The pillows were cleared from the living room and the couches moved back. Space was needed now while the males eyed not only the bowl with a hungry gleam in their eyes, but each other as well. The twins took off their wings, tossing them in the pileof clothes which was now topped with all the discarded thongs and undergarments. Mitch passed out the supplies as they were called for and then prudently put some distance between himself and the chocolate, setting the bells on his collar a-jingling. The rhino host did not want to have to find out how difficult it was to clean his new harness. He picked up the digital camera from the table, and powered up. This was going to be something all right.
Fingers were dipped and tasted. The glass bowl soon disappearing from view, surrounded on all sides by the full figured crew. Paws were dunked and bellies slapped with handfulls of the syrupy chocolate. Muzzles were stained dark brown then attacked by several tongues all at once. Fur got matted, fingers got sticky, and then the toys started to go in as the furs broke formation and started to play with the molten delight. Max was taking his time painting tiger stripes on the lion. The long messy streaks of chocolate applied with the brushes provided. Jayson was likewise painting circles on Gabe's rump, turning the wolfs hidden tailhole into a very tempting bullseye. Michael and Zach were dipping thick dildos into the sauce and then feeding them to each other until the toys were licked clean. Zach was on his back, and kept giggling while Lee painted his big round tummy up with clouds and rainbows all enclosed in a big chocolate heart making him look like a CareBear cosplayer. Soon the toys found their way to other folks and other orifaces. Footpaws and erections were dipped into the bowl and then set on by the engrossed hungry bunch. Chocolate balls were dipped into hungy muzzles for cleaning, some sweet sphincters sucked so sensually some super sized submissives swore salivating slang superlatives. Eventually amidst the grunting and long happy moans, Mitch could hardly distinguish to whom the tangled mass of arms, legs, and torsos. Hips rose and fall, pressing their sticky candy-coated against soft snuggling tummies. Probing the slick chocolately members under tails, working and grinding until the receiver would let out a joyful moan as he was penetrated and slicked up by the warm gooey sugary treat.
The rhino chewed his lip and adjusted his pouch, which suddenly felt quite small and inadequate. He tried to concentrate on getting good shots, and not think about those pangs of envy and desire that threatened his professionalism. Then Mitch heard a sound from the hall, and looking over he saw Luke standing there on unsteady legs. Blinking at the sight in the middle of the room with the look of one who wasnt sure if he was seeing something that was real, or a dream. Then after a moment the intoxicated feline walked back to the bedroom and wasn't seen again until morning. Mitch chuckled to himself and hurried around to the side just in time to get a snap of Jayson delivering a basterfull of hot chocolate right up the ass of a gasping gator. Greg stood up and raised the bowl high over his head triumphantly. Then he tipped it over and the chocolate spilled like a muddy waterfall onto eceryone. The tiger-striped lion was lost to view in the deluge and the crowd went bezerk! Everyone was coated in a thick syrupy layer of the creamy chocolate, and Mitch had to wonder if they were aware who was coupling with whom. Unless someones head came into view, the best he could tell was fur or no fur. Sitcky bellies slid along each other, the chubs crawled and squirmed and humped and ate and sucked anything and everything they could get their paws on, dick in, or mouth around. They wrestled over and around each other, like mud wrestling with erections Mitch thought. He just took pic after pic after pic and decided to make it a power point slide show. Then next meeting we could figure out just whos screwing who.
A few hours later Mitch's finger had become quite sore. The memory stick had reached its limit and the floor was covered with sprawled out bodies. Each one with a burstingly full stomach and panting for breath. Tongues lolled, chests heaved, and tails wagged happily. There wasnt a member there that had not cum less than twice during the great chocolate orgy. Mitch sat on the couch, tired from just watching it all. The only thought in his mind being "I dont have enough hot towels." He rocked forward to stand himself up and went into the kitchen. Lee stirred, sliding whomevers legs were draped over his stomach and turned over to get up. One by one the others started to slowly get up again. The gluttons with fur went down to the end of the hall to take turn showering in pairs. Zach, Max, and Jayson went into the kitchen and started to slowly sponge each other off by the sink with warm soapy water. Mitch had expected a mess when he planned this, and had rented a carpet cleaner before the party. He heard Lee calling for Jayson, saying he was needed in back. The leather clad rhino had been spared the chocolatey fate of the others but he had not been able to stop part of his attire from getting messy from the inside. He sighed contentedly at the success of the party and plugged the machine in and went to work.
The twins came out from the back first, looking clean and content. They rubbed the last of the water from their fur with some thick towels Mitch had set out in the washroom. Max the alligator plodded into the back after having Zach wash him quite thoroughly. The rolly hippo was only too happy to comply before setting to work on his own sticky body. Michael and Gabriel helped move the pillows and furniture back into place, as well as take the bowl into the kitchen for a good scrub. Mitch could not help but feel like things were starting to wind down. One at a time or in pairs the others returned from the back washroom, each of them looking quite relaxed and contented. Eyes lidded and a sated swing in their step. Zach went into the back finally, taking the towels they had used in the kitchen with him. He came back a little later with Jayson, hand in hand and grinning like cheshire cats. They plopped their jiggling masses down on on the floor pillows. Mitch took the camera back to his room and went about his duties passing out beer and soda, smiling politely while the other chatted about this and that, tried to figure out who was doing what to who in the chocolate pile, and got their attention back on the television.
Then everyone stopped, and listened. Slowly their heads turned to the front door and it seemed as though the air had frozen in the room. Then the sound came again. Someone was knocking.
Whomever it was outside had to knock a second time, while the eight looked on blankly at the door. Excited and afraid all at the same time. Mitch, being the most clothed, although only by a few straps of leather and a cramped and sticky pouch, made for the door. However Greg made it there before him. While he reached for the knob the lion tried not to look ambivalent, yet he could still hope that Dave was able to show up after all. For Greg, the parties just weren't complete without his brayish laugh and smiling face. He opened the door first a crack, wondering if there was any leftover chocolate they could play in. Then the door opened the rest of the way, Greg staring out with a bewildered look on his face.
The pudgy fox looking up at him made a cute little eeping sound. Greg stepped back and let the fox in, who was followed by a very well muscled tiger. Tall and imposing with firey orange fur and dark striped. He held a leash to which the fox was collared. There was more than one audible sigh of relief as the duo walked in, or perhaps strutted would be a better word. The fox looked to be about Luke's age, staring around at the new faces, plump stomachs, and naked bodies of the gathered furs.
"Well Nathan. Is this your new toy you have been telling me so much about?" Mitch asked, breaking the silence finally and approaching the new guests. The large rhino gave them a welcoming smile and extended an open palm towards the others in the living room. Nathan and the newcommer were taking off the long jackets they wore, showing that they had come prepared as they were both naked underneath! "Hi, I'm Mitch. This is our chub clubs latest party." The fox perked a bit but said nothing, only speaking after a confirming nod from Nathan.
"Hello everyone. My name is Brian.. and um.." he paused a moment, ears twitching as he tried to remember what his master had made him memorise for their grand entrance. ".. I'm a good boy, and so I've been allowed to come here and meet you all." he started to blush a little and smiled shyly, "Master Nathan has allowed me to serve you as long as I obey his rules." The wolf twins chuckled, Jayson waved hello and couldn't help but look slightly envious.
"Well.. how nice." Nathan commented as he undid the leash. "This is Brian, everyone. Don't worry, coming here was his idea. A reward I promised him about a month ago." He fuzzled the foxes ears and looked down at him fondly. "Go make nice now." and Brian was off. Shaking paws, petting and nuzzling, and just being physical and affectionate all around. He was stretched out across the ample stomachs of the two residant tops, Lee and Max. The fox giggling and teasing while the wolf twins nuzzled and tickled his footpaws.
"What the..?" Lee snorted bullishly, his hand was somewhere beneath the foxes tail and it didn't take more than one guess to tell what he was up to. "Theres something there.. glass?" Brian giggled and flopped over, letting his own round belly lay in the bulls lap. His muzzle resting against the gators own plump middle. After a quick nuzzle into Max's navel he obligingly lifted his tail up for everyone to see. Even Mitch and Greg had their interest peaked while Nathan looked on knowingly. What they beheld was a treasure a bit different than the one they were expecting. Under the foxes tail, where the bunch of heavyset manlovers expected to see a cute little foxhole was a round cut stone. It sparkled, reflecting a myriad of colors it caught from the lights and the now forgotten television. Brian was in a fit of giggles and basked in all the attention.
"Its a kinda plug. Cute isnt it?" waving his tail for emphasis, the diamond-like end of the little chastity pulg gleamed. "It's one of the rules, only Master Nathan can take it out or um... put anything in." This statement was met with a few disappointed awws, and several other impressed nods. "This one can come out tho.." He turned over again with a little help from Max and Lee, and pinched the tip of his cock between two fingers of his black socked paw. The pearlescent tip that was gleaming in his slit wasn't an excited droplet as most had thought. It was the mock mother of perl end on a smiliar, but much smaller piece. He removed it, the other end of the jewel ending against a flat cap followed by a thin meal rod and the familiar spade-shaped bulb of a plug which ploped out easily. Jayson marvled at the little toy, taking it from Brians outstreched paw and turning it over in his meaty fingers.
"Thats.. so... cool!!"
"I want one of those!"
"Do they come in purple?"
"I want green, bet you ordered it off the internet."
"Howd'ya know what size to get it?"
"Wonder if they make them for trunks.."
"Weirdo."
"Yeah baby!"
In the meantime, Mitch found himself on the defensive from a rather horny tiger. His back against the wall, and Nathans paw massaging his groin, the rhino sawllowed hard. Nathan took a quick teasing sniff of his prey, grinning toothily while his strong fingers gnawed on the rhinos unattended maleness through its leather pouch. Flat abs, carved out of stone pressed against the round ample middle of the hot host. Mitch couldn't bring himself to speak out, every protest cathing in his throat as his captor squeezed him pleasantly. Trapped by the massive tiger, it was all he could do to just look over Nathans broad shoulders and look for help. His friends had their backs turned, making a ring around the fox, who from the sound of things was getting a hot mouthfull of chub cock. Then he heard Nathans soft chuckling, so it was all a plot to get the host defenseless. Mitch felt an honest protest rise from his chest but it never made it out his mouth. His teeth were being caressed and coaxed by the slightly rough tiger tongue. Nathans muzzle pressed tightly to his own and kissing deeply. Buckles were undone and the leather harness fell away from the front half of his body. Large arms closed around Nathans back, a smooth thigh curled around his own and the two impressive manhoods bumped, rubbed, and caressed each other as the pair embraced.
Brian was finding the group to be quite a fun challenge. There was always something ready for his muzzle, his vulpine ribbon of a tongue enticing the males to take his gifts. His paws never stopped moving, going from one proud shaft to the next, stroking and fluffing, keeping them all primed and wanting for more. Glans pressed his cheeks teasingly, a half soft side of beef lay across the top of his muzzle, dripping pre teasingly into his fur. They tasted so sweet and seemed to have limitless pre, the fox wondered idly while sucking on the twins if thier weight had anything to do with it. Still, he was far from complaining! The soft plush of their tummies against his body, the easy lean of the loving weight against him. Not to mention all this healthy dick in his face! It was a dream come true.
Max broke from the pack circle jerking on the ravenous fox. Taking the hippo Zach by the wrist he led him to the kitchenette and threw him belly down over the bar. Zach found himself looking at his host, against the wall and pinned by a rather romantic tiger. Then Max was on him, or rather, behind him. Clawed fingertips gripped his mammoth ass, spreading and exposing him. The hot press of the gator's cock and the ripples of his bellyscales lay into his back. Zach groaned loudly and arched as best he could, pressing the formidable rump back towards his friend. Max snarled lustily and started to plow the horny submissive. Thrusting hard and burying his bone to the hilt, Max mounted his own prey triumphantly. The hot sweaty insides pulling and grasping around the solid inches of his massive member. The sweet squeeze of the hippos thick asspucker around the base of his sex. The hot mewling noises Zach made and the view of those pierced man tits flailing back and forth as Max drove in faster and faster.
Mitch was only vaguely aware of what else was going on in the room. The ministrations of the tiger had his mind overflowing with passion and desire. Those deep romantic kisses, the eagerness and desire in his touch genuine and unbridled. Some of the others were moaning, and Zach was crying out in that girly way he did when he was getting a good hard ride. Then he was on his knees, fingers stroking under Nathans tail, probing and pressing. While he found his muzzle bobbing back and forth over his cock. His tongue playing across the veiny shaft and flickering over the slit in the tip. Nathans taste and scent filling his senses, a hot surge of pre hitting the roof of his mouth every time he pushed his thick fingertip into the tigers ass.
Brian gasped and panted breathlessly, what had started as an indulgence was turining into an endurance trial! He had sucked one of the twins completion, but there always seemed to be an eager drippy cockhead poking at his muzzle. His hands worked over Greg and the other twins rods. His pudgy fingers and velvet touch making them shiver and lean close. Lapping at Lees balls he caught his breath and went back to work. Grunts turned to moans and excited gasps as Jayson and Greg simultaneously burst and washed his paws and his face in the long hot ropes of sticky white cream. While they milked their shafts and rubbed the hot seed into the foxes cheekruffs Lee shot his whole wad right down his throat. Brians tongue played over the thrumming fountain while he swallowed hard, mouthfull after mouthfull.
Micth was also finding it hard to breathe at the moment. Nathans strong paws around his head and his hips rutting his face sweetly but firmly. Nostrils flaring and bullets of sweat running down his ample stomach, Mitch continued to suck down the endless shaft and suck on the flaring hot head of the tigers tool. Soon enough, Nathan was unable to hold back any longer, and Mitch was getting his first reward for being such a nice host. Nathan must have emptied both nuts, for the tigers cream seemed endless, for he had enough left to give the lucky rhino thee strong shots in the face after he pulled his member free of those pused lips and eager tongue.
Max bucked away with unwanton passion and desire into Zachs helpless rump. Arms curled around his plump hips and pulling the wailing victim into his hips. Panting and sweating over his friend, Max dragged his plush front back andforth over his friends back, grinding and rutting as though it were his last. Zachs whole body seemed to ripple with each massive thrust. They climaxed together, howling and screaming bloody murder. Claws gripped and teeth bit into the hippos impossibly thick hide. Holding him but unable to break through even if Max was trying, and it sure looked like he wasnt holding back! Filling his friend past his limits, the gator pumped so much hot cum into his friend that it dripped down his thighs, patttering as droplets fell to the floor.
It was a while before anyone spoke. They lie in a pile, over pillows and furniture and often times on each other. A great tangle of arms and legs and other body parts as they continually seemed to suck all the air from the room so that there was none left to speak with. First there were a few snores, then a few giggles. Mitch and greg got some blankets from the hall closet and brought them out. Nathan gathered up his fox and they left soon after. The rhino saw them out, unable to keep from blushing a little as the tiger sneaked in a swift departing fondle. Mitch locked the door and noticed the phat funds jar. No doubt by morning it was going to be as full as all his friends. Then Greg's paw was in his, and they were going back to Mitchs bedroom. The lion was saying something about a private safari before bed, and Mitch noticed the way his tail wouldwhip back and forth, just enough to give him an enticing peek of what lay underneath. Oh yes, it had been a perfect party.
-THE END