Herdnan- Chapter Eighteen
DISCLAIMER: This chapter deals with gay masturbation and some underwear fetish. If you don't like either of those sorts of thing, then this might not be a Chapter for you. There, my warning is complete.
"Good morning sleepyhead." Tundra said sitting on the edge of the bed watching Cymaenie sleep peacefully.
The raccoon sat up, rubbing his eyes and squinting at the daylight streaming in through the windows. He turned his head to the husky sitting at the end of the bed gently caressing his leg through the blanket.
"What time is it?" Cymaenie yawned, showing his rows of sharp white teeth.
"A little after three in the afternoon."
"Early..." he said sitting up and stretching. He looked over at Tundra who was smiling at him. "I could use that cup of coffee now..."
Tundra chuckled at the joke. "I'll put some on." He stood up and Cymaenie saw that he was still in his jock from last night. He winked and wandered out of the bedroom letting the raccoon get a good look at his exposed backside before wandering out into the hall.
Cymaenie slung his legs out of the bed and stretched, getting up, adjusting his sheath in his yellow bikini briefs and doing his part and making the bed. He smoothed the covers out and exited the bedroom padding on the soft white carpet to the kitchen where Tundra poked his head out getting ready to call him.
"So, this is what a raccoon looks like in the morning." He joked. He had been awake since noon just watching Cymaenie peacefully sleep.
Cymaenie knew he must look ragged. He always did this early in the afternoon. He thanked the dog for the cup of coffee passed to him and slurped it black, opening his eyes fully to stretch them.
Tundra poured a cup and poured cream in. "I made it too strong. Did you need cream?"
Cymaenie emptied his cup. "Nope. It's good. Can I get some more?"
Tundra laughed looking over the ragged looking coon and filled his mug again.
Cymaenie nodded a thanks, raising his mug to him and quickly drank down the second cup.
"So, did you want to do something today... or did you have plans?"
Cymaenie emptied his cup. "I would love to Tundra. But, I've got a business meeting I can't miss. I'd call out sick, but this is a life or death meeting that I can't afford to miss at all."
"I understand."
"But, I'll call you once I find out when I'm free and we can get together again."
"I can't wait. Did you need some clothes to wear?"
"Nah this will be fine."
Tundra smiled and walked around the counter and threw his arms around Cymaenie.
"Hun, your shirt and shorts are covered in dirt, and you smell like me and cum."
"I reckon I could borrow some of your things. I don't suppose that would include a shower?"
"Of course. I need one to. I smell like you and cum too." He winked finishing his coffee and slowly heading off to the bathroom teasing Cymaenie with his half white, half gray husky cheeks, gently wagging his tail in the jock.
It was driving him nuts. He slammed the rest of his mug and leaped out of the stool, rounded the counter and followed the husky into the bathroom.
Tundra turned the water on in his shower stall and let it warm up. He winked at Cymaenie and stepped into the stream still wearing his jock.
The water tricked over his fur and made the fabric in his underwear cling to his sheath. This drove Cymaenie wild and he quickly jumped in with him and let the water soak his fur and yellow undies.
However, in Cymaenie's case, his thin briefs quickly became transparent, and Tundra looked him over and drooled. He felt himself becoming hard, and again, there very quickly wasn't much left to Cymaenie's imagination.
He smiled at the wet husky and rubbed his chest, gently pinching each of his nipples. Tundra murred, and his paw slipped under his jock and he began stroking to the saturated raccoon in front of him.
This scene alone made Cymaenie hard instantly, and he started pawing himself in his underwear. They teased their cocks until, it became clear that they both had to get off again.
Cymaenie slid off his wet underwear and tossed it into the corner of the shower. Tundra did the same, tossing it to the same corner and they both locked maws and kept pawing.
As their climaxes reached, they broke their kiss and watched each other getting close, both stroking fast and hard in the water. They almost simultaneously started moaning, Tundra taking a step closer to the coon. He was the first to shoot, spraying the raccoon's white stomach fur with his seed, spraying it as high as his neck.
The smell filling the shower, the sight of the cum shot and the naked pawing husky was all it took for Cymaenie and he aimed his member up and blew his load into the white husky chest and moaned in conjunction with Tundra's howl of pleasure.
They both stood panting and looking at each other, and in a wave of passion, they pressed into each other, wrapped their arms around one another and kissed deeply, pushing their tongues deep into the maw of the other.
They broke, looking at each other lovingly. "I've never felt this with anyone ever." Cymaenie said petting Tundra's chest, and brushing the cum out of his fur.
He winked and grabbed Tundra's bottle of Fur and Body Wash and squirted some into his paw and started scrubbing the fur of the husky.
Tundra murred at the raccoon paws working in the lather and he turned so he could scrub his back. Cymaenie squirted some more in his paw and scrubbed it into the husky's gray furred back, and thoroughly did his butt and tail, fully enjoying rubbing the dog over.
He handed the bottle over and Tundra did the same to the raccoon, using the same care and loving touch all over him. They laughed and made out once more while they rinsed and too soon it was over when Tundra shut the water off.
"You don't want to be late for work."
Cymaenie sighed. "I suppose you're right."
"You shake first."
Cymaenie shook himself, getting as much of the water from his fur as he could, kicking out his legs and arms, and shaking his tail. He kissed Tundra and stepped out of the shower stall and closed the door so Tundra could shake himself.
He grabbed one of the towels off the rack and started vigorously rubbing himself with it to get dry. Tundra stepped out and grabbed the other towel and started doing the same. He opened a drawer in the vanity and handed Cymaenie a large hairdryer.
He plugged it in and fired up the turbo jet and blew dry his fur, making sure to fluff his tail out again. When he was done, he handed the dryer to Tundra and hung up their towels and watched him finish drying off.
Tundra tucked it back in the drawer when he was finished and nodded and led the way into the bedroom.
He opened his dresser and grinned devilishly at Cymaenie and dug through the underwear and handed him a pink thong with a wink.
Cymaenie laughed and slid it on, pushing his tail through the tail hole in the back and pulling them snug up his crack and adjusting the pouch on the front.
"It's a good look for you." Tundra said.
"What's that? Slutty? I could ask you why you have a pink thong..."
"You could. And I would answer that I've always had a very gay taste in underwear."
He walked over to his closet and opened it and slid through a few suits. "What color suit did you want?"
"Don't need one. The meeting is very casual. Just some regular clothes will be fine babe."
Tundra smiled and closed the closet, walking over to Cymaenie and squeezing his sheath in the pink. "I wish we could just cuddle all morning."
"Me too. Don't worry. I don't think that will be too far down the road."
Tundra smiled and broke from him and opened a few more drawers on his dresser and handed him a pair of black cargo shorts and a T-shirt with a husky head on it that said "Husky Forever."
"Something to let you think of me." Tundra said with a smile pulling on a white jock.
"I don't need the shirt for me to think of a gorgeous fur like you."
Tundra's face fur blushed. "I'll definitely be thinking of you all the time now."
Now it was Cymaenie's turn to blush. Tundra kissed him as he pulled the shorts on, then grabbed a royal blue pair of nylon shorts and slid them on.
"Thanks for the duds. I'll get them back to you as soon as I can."
"Don't worry about it. I'll wash your stuff with my laundry and hang onto it for you."
Cymaenie picked up his jean shorts from the hall and dug out all of the things in the pockets and transferred them to the new shorts he had on.
Tundra grabbed his keys off the night stand and walked Cymaenie to the door, opened it and followed him down the hall, the stairs and outside into the bright, sunny, humid Herdnan day.
They stopped here, and Cymaenie pulled Tundra into another embrace and kissed him tenderly. "Thank you for making the most wonderful time I've ever had."
Tundra blushed again kissing him again. "No, the thanks is all mine. I can't wait till we can do this again."
They held each other, neither wanting to let the other go. They didn't even notice an elderly woman approaching them from the parking lot muttering under her breath, "Fucking faggot furs."
They both heard the comment, and as a slap in the face, began making out as she disgustedly scoffed quickly jamming her key into the lock and letting herself in the building.
They broke and laughed about this when she rounded the corner inside to the elevator.
"Alright. I better let you go... although it's hard." Tundra said scratching the back of his head.
"Same here. Same here. Give me a call later. We can do something later this weekend."
Tundra nodded. "I would like that. I'll call you later tonight."
Cymaenie smiled. "One more before I go." He leaned in and they kissed again, not breaking for five whole minutes.