Falling Into Place
My name is Brendan. I had a drunken encounter the other night. If you like what you see in the tags, just read it already!
Or "An abrupt occurrence of homoerotic interspecial intercourse."
So, this is an on-off project I've had going for a while; just today I forced myself to finish it and I'm not unhappy with it. I actually ended up restarting it roughly 7 and a half times. I focused primarily on the erotic bits here, so don't expect a masterpiece in terms of character development and/or plot. That said, I spent a good amount of time on that too. After all, this started out as simple drunken porn but somewhere along the way turned into something smuttier than simple sex.
*This is actually my first published erotica. Celebrations are in order, I believe! Seriously though, don't be too harsh, guys. We all gotta start somewhere! *
If there are any errors - there are probably loads that slipped by my proof readers and I - I apologise. Do your best to pretend they aren't there. If that sort of thing disturbs you, close your eyes and find your happy place :)
Give or take thirty minutes before the end of class. Another small ball of crumpled paper is launched at me, marking the end of my self-control. It had lodged somewhere in the fluff behind my ears. I removed it and unfolded it, my mind whizzing:
Whichever one of these shit-kicking jocks has been so kind as to launch another one of his crude sketches or homophobic slurs at me has made a big fucking mistake, I swear, because he's about to have the shit beaten out of him by a faggot who can't even fight. Seriously, I've had enough of your pseudo-macho, knuckle dragging-
"Brendan,
Come see me after school.
-Zach."
Well, shit. That was a surprise - by no means an unpleasant one, but a surprise nonetheless. What could Zach want? I barely knew the guy. I'd spoken to him a few times and he was pretty sound, unlike the rest of the people I'm unfortunately surrounded by. I wouldn't call him a friend; an acquaintance at a stretch.
I turned around to find him sitting at the desk diagonally behind with his gaze fixed on me, a stupid smile across his muzzle. My hate evaporated the moment I set eyes on him. He was a raccoon, about the same age as me and, like me, he kept to himself around these parts. Probably for the best, too, the people around here don't take kindly to you if you're considered different. I'm not saying Zach was a weirdo or anything, but it wasn't hard to notice he was the kinda guy who was just... I dunno, out of place. There was just something about him - maybe his androgynous demeanour, maybe his personality: I'd describe it as, say, coy. Bashful. Cute, even; the kind of cute that "only girls are allowed to be;" the kind of cute that guys just aren't meant to be, unless they were some kind of faggot. But hey - there was some common ground.
And that's just his personality. The raccoon looked after himself. Yeah, he was hot. He was shorter than me, coming in at around 5'5 or so, had a very feminine, lithe frame (much like myself) but was still easily distinguishable as a male. I liked that. The fur that crested his head was scruffy and although I could never tell if that was intentional or not, it suited him. His eyes, though - God, those glossy, striking icy blue eyes were adorable.
Even though it's not like me to feel inferior, I certainly did around Zach. He could pull off the 'skinny and cute' look; I couldn't. Whenever I tried to do the same it was just... ugh. 'You try too hard,' I'd tell the red panda who stared at me through the mirror, shortly before giving up on the whole "looking good" thing. I had no chance.
And while, again, there was that something about him that told me he was probably gay or at least bi, I had no way of knowing for sure. Still, I couldn't see him objecting to having his muzzle plugged.
He smiled at me and gave me a thumbs-up, a hopeful expression on his face. I simply nodded in response. There was no contact between us for the remaining half hour of class.
He was first out, I was last. He lingered outside and caught me before I could forget.
"Brendan!" He cheered. "How's... err... life?"
"A tedious ball ache." I sighed. "What do you think?"
"I guess I can sympathise with you."
_ Zach, with all due respect, there isn't a video of you drunkenly sucking another guy's dick currently circulating the school, so I don't think you can sympathise as much as you would like me to believe._
Anyway, we got talking for a bit. He didn't seem as shy as I remembered, oddly enough. It turns out he wanted to speak to me about a party he was having that, for some bizarre reason, he asked me to come along to. He told me how he had "been in my position" and how I "deserved a break from all the crap I've been going through" which was really nice, so thank you Zach. I was still a little confused as to what I did to "deserve a break" (which obviously translated into getting wicked drunk with his friends.) Oh well, it wasn't like I was complaining - it would be a much needed "break," so of course I accepted. If I didn't go, I'd no doubt spend another Friday night doing nothing before masturbating myself unconscious which really isn't that much fun anymore.
Talk about short notice, though. At least warn me a day in advance next time, dude. Oh well, I still had enough time to dash home and get ready. I showered, threw on some smart casual clothes and realised I still had an hour and a bit left so I spent that time doing nothing of value.
Then I realised something: Zach, a twinky raccoon who usually doesn't usually pay attention to me, suddenly decides I should join in on his conveniently timed party to get drunk and stay overnight with him under the guise that I escape my current situation; said situation involving a video of me sucking another guy off.
It may not seem suspicious to you, but it did to me. Now that his real intentions were obvious, I grinned to myself. The mere thought of that raccoon and I - a thought that had, admittedly, crossed my mind before - excited me, and tonight, I was going to turn that fantasy into a reality.
But I knew it wouldn't be easy; he was simply too suave to be an easy fuck. I hadn't time to orchestrate some grand plan nor did I have any third parties who could help me with my little conquest. I could only hope that things fell into place and then, with any luck, it'd just be a matter of playing my cards right.
Heck, I could be jumping to the wrong conclusions. Maybe the guy didn't want sex after all: maybe his intentions were genuine. Maybe he really did just want to cheer me up. But even then, there was still the possibility...
As I was lost in thought, my mind had conjured up an image. Glistening, blue eyes looking up at me; a full muzzle buried deep in my crotch; the thick smell of sex, heavy with musk; his muffled suckling; the soft rush on my paw as I ran it through his head fur...
I yanked myself out of the trance.
It had been decided - tonight, that raccoon was mine.
The doorbell chimed over the muffled, thumping bass. Zach was quick to throw open the door and greet me with an enthusiastic hug, almost knocking the (already half-empty) bottle of flavoured vodka out of my paw. I can swear I caught a hint of perfume on him. We exchanged the usual greetings and he questioned me as to what happened to half of the vodka; I told him it was like that when I found it, which was partly true because before I even decided to bring it, it was three quarters full. I simply taste tested the rest and made sure it was still safe for consumption. It was.
I'm not an alcoholic; I simply like to have a few sips before I arrive so the buzz kicks in nice and early. There's always an underlying awkwardness for the first half-hour of a party - I have that effect on people. With alcohol in my system, it's much less obvious.
He took me by the wrist into the living room where he introduced me to a few people. They were all pretty decent, apart from the cat in the corner who had already thrown up - the moment I set eyes on him I knew it was going to be an eventful night. Good. There were a few nice guys, too - in particular, a hyena with a line of rainbow piercings up his ear and an affinity for tight clothing. Cliché, but it told me all I needed to know - this guy loved it in the ass. And yeah, he squatted. I was surprised there wasn't a blue handkerchief dangling out of his trouser pocket, because I could tell just from looking at him that he'd raise his tail for anyone. Well, probably. How cute! I could play with this, tease him just enough to induce a series of recurring shameless fantasies involving my rod lodged in an orifice countless other rods had been lodged before. That sort of thing can go a long way.
With any luck, though, I would be otherwise occupied tonight. I had my dick set on Zach and it was just too early for a threesome, so he was out of the equation, for now at least. With any further luck, I wouldn't even need to get Zach drunk; that would either sort itself out or, better yet, he would be willing to do it sober. Sober fucks are always better than drunken ones sixty-five percent of the time.
Anyway, yeah, the party was good to begin with. We played a few drinking games, although I stuck to light stuff as I didn't want to overdo it; we went for a drunken stroll through the woods; we went on a drunken search for a lost phone in the woods; we carried the now unconscious cat from earlier upstairs and made sure he didn't choke on his own sick or stain the carpet; we devoured some deliciously unhealthy junk food and we giggled at crude images on the internet which wouldn't be remotely funny if we weren't drunk.
But then things went sour. Not for me, for Zach. The poor guy was overwhelmed; he had a parentless house to take care of and its need for his attention grew with every empty bottle left lying, with every spillage left unattended, with every drunk unable to stand. Being forced to be the only sober one at a party was bad enough, but being forced to be the only sober one at a house that constantly demands attention lest one faces the wrath of its owners was another thing altogether. I decided to try and help out because I felt sorry for him and my drunken mind told me it would significantly increase my chances of getting tail.
"Brendan, what are you doing?" He questioned me as I took two pawfuls of empty alcopop bottles. He was bent over the kitchen cabinet, clutching a cloth.
"Just helping out, buddy." I replied nonchalantly. Yeah, I say 'buddy' a lot when I'm drunk and it really ticks me off. He raised an eyebrow.
"Well, put them in the bag over there." I almost dropped the bottles as I made the awkward three-step journey to the cluttered table and dropped them into the bag. "No, not that one, it's full - see? The other one." I looked at him and then back at the bag. Wow, it was full. I noticed the flimsy polystyrene mess next to it.
Shit, Brendan, you're pretty drunk, aren't you? Just put the bottles in the empty bag, okay?
"This one?" I clumsily pointed to the empty bag.
He sighed. "Yes, Brendan, that one." I took a bottle from the overflowing bag. A series of clanks and smashes later, it and a few others lay on the floor in a fragmented pile of glistening shards. I saw Zach clench the cloth and choke back obscenities.
"Oh shit, sorry, Zach." I said with a disturbing lack of sincerity.
"It's fine. Just go, I'll get this." He began clearing up the mess with a dustpan and brush that I could have sworn materialised out of nowhere. On my way out, I bumped into the hyena from earlier and knocked his drink out of his paw, adding a few more shards and a lot more liquid to the kitchen floor. That was breaking point for Zach.
"Ah, FUCK!" He threw the brush at the floor in frustration and buried his face in his paws. Hyena and I simply looked at each other before I stuttered out an apology.
"I-I'm sorry! Here, let me help." I took a step towards Zach.
"Just GO AWAY! And for the love of god, don't break anything else!" He snarled.
"Fine! I was just trying to help!" We turned and walked out. I could hear Zach grunt behind me. I felt a bit bad for being such a dick, but this feeling didn't last long. Hyena and I dropped on a vacant couch and for a minute or so we sat in silence, observing the others in the room stumble, laugh and... do whatever drunken students do. It didn't look as if Zach would be up for anything sexual for a while, if at all. Goddammit. Ah well, there was still this guy: I could probably coax a half-decent blowjob out of him if all else fails.
"I think we pissed him off..." Hyena began. While I acknowledged what he said, I was too caught up in vacantly staring across the room to reply. "So, um, you're Brendan, right? I haven't had the chance to introduce myself properly. I'm Garrett, nice to meetcha!" Garrett. I loved that name.
"Oh! Hey, Garrett, I'm Brendan. Wait, you already knew-... um, wanna drink?" It was all I could think of asking. He giggled.
"Even though we've both had enough, sure." I found my vodka where I left it, almost empty. Did I do that? Oh well, I guess we could finish it off together. I returned and forced a gulp down my throat, before handing the bottle to him. The greedy bastard chugged about eighty percent of what was left over. I threw him a menacing glance and he just giggled again. I finished it off.
"So, how do you know Zach? School?" He asked me, cocking his head slightly.
"Yeah. I don't actually know him that well. He keeps himself to himself, y'know?"
"Yeah, he said the people at his new school were dicks." He grumbled.
"They're dicks alright. Not the good kind, either." I chuckled. My drunken mind saw absolutely nothing revealing about this sentence.
"'The good kind?'" He laughed. "Whatcha insinuating?" I could see him force back a grin, the dirty bastard.
"Oh, I mean... nothing. Never mind." I turned my attention the six piercings that ran up the side of his ear. Every colour of the rainbow; every colour of the pride flag. "Nice piercings."
He ran a digit up his ear and fiddled with them. "Thanks, I got them done the other day in time for pride."
Bingo.
For the record, the closest city - an hour away - had recently hosted its annual LGBT pride event a few days ago.
"Oh, pride? I was at pride too!" I lied. It was a much less explicit way of saying I was gay or at least not hetero, now that I was certain he was.
"Really? I don't remember seeing you."
"Oh, that's a shame." I could tell he totally bought it. Maybe.
"So, er, does that mean you're- well, that you-"
"Gay? Yeah."
He seemed taken aback. "Uh, I was actually gonna ask if you lived in town. But yeah, that's cool, I'm gay too."
"Really? I dunno, you seemed kind of straight to me." I lied. Jesus, that was bad. I don't know what possessed me to disregard the fact that he had a series of rainbow piercings up his ear or the fact that he had attended pride - not to mention, of course, how he had just explicitly told me he was gay - and play the innocent card. Oh yeah, booze. He shook his head, grinning. "I mean, that's not to say-"
"Save it." He held up a paw, silencing me. Woah. Did I just get rejected in advance? That was what my drunken mind had concluded. I recoiled slightly. "This is the part where you say something like 'prove it' and get me to shove my tongue down your throat." There was a pause.
Wow, he guessed spot on. I guess my intoxication had somehow given one too many things away. Unless...
He had been through this before. What a slut. Be smooth, Brendan; you can still pull through with this.
"We should still kiss."
Flawless.
"Every time..." He sighed to himself. I didn't care; I realised he was probably here for the same reason I was and with this knowledge, I was more optimistic.
He looked me in the eyes and I placed a paw on his shoulder. Nothing else happened for another two seconds or so - I guess we were waiting for each other to make the first move. This guy probably wasn't going to initiate anything directly as that would make him look easy - as if I couldn't already tell otherwise. I leaned in, but only slightly, expecting him to follow through with the movement, my eyelids flickering closed. His soft, black lips soon met mine. Holy shit, he really was_easy; this had to be the least amount of effort I'd ever put into pulling another guy and worst of all, it was working. My paw slid around to the back of his head; he was already losing himself. He kissed me once, then again, then again and I felt the warmth of his breath tremble down my muzzle. With a muffled huffing, his breath grew in intensity with the kiss; his moist tongue prodded at my lips and without a shred of hesitance, I returned the motion. My own slick muscle met with Garrett's rougher, more canid tongue, before I began to explore it; the surface, the sides and the underside. His juices were sweet, but laced with the essence of alcohol. Our tongues circled, entwined and battled, his paws ran up and down my side and the world around us became suddenly insignificant. I was now exploring every crevice, every ridge, every _inch of his warm interior as he mimicked my movements, his tongue invading my maw and scouring it with a unique, sloppy enthusiasm that can only be found in horny, intoxicated students.
"Mmf-" Garrett groaned. He was totally into it. He groaned again, louder, almost in pain - wait, was I clutching too hard? A paw landed on the side of my muzzle and batted it to the side, breaking the kiss - and my trance. I recoiled. What the hell was that for? He seemed to be enjoying it, so why would he break it off like that? As if to answer my questions, he spoke. "Er, hi, Zach."
I turned to find Zach staring, mouth agape, clutching a cloth as he stood in the doorway. He was speechless. I lowered my head almost shamefully and blushed beneath my fur. He sighed and turned back into the kitchen, his ears falling back. Had we done something wrong?
"Well, that was awkward." I started, turning back to Garrett, who was now staring vacantly across the room. He looked... off, I dunno. There was something about him that didn't look right. Maybe he was mortified about being caught? No, that didn't make sense - it was the living room, for God's sake, of course he knew someone was gonna see us. "Er... good kiss though, right?"
He lurched forward and vomited.
Things were not okay. Not only for Zach, who had been upstairs for an hour now, watching over Garrett as he spewed an acidic mass of semi-digested nasties into the bathroom sink, but for me, either.
I dunno if you've ever kissed someone only to have them throw up directly afterwards, but I have. It was a little bit of a blow to my confidence, put lightly, despite the fact the alcohol was entirely to blame and the kiss played no part in the evacuation of his stomach fluids. Still, it's never a good look. My mood wasn't really the same after that - Zach exploded, shooing Garrett upstairs and not speaking to me for the rest of the night which was an asshole move, to be honest. The party in general sort of dried up after this point and people began heading home.
Overall, I was not successful. After ambling around the house with nothing to do for a while, I decided to visit Zach and apologise for... well, apologise for something, probably breaking the glass earlier.
He had moved to his room. I found him sitting on the edge of his bed, alone - sans the cat in the corner of the room, who lay unconscious on a pop-up bed aside a bucket. The room was a mess. He didn't react as I cracked open the door and stuck my head in - instead, he continued staring at the ground, lost in thought as he fidgeted with another cloth, his ears flattened slightly. I stepped in with caution, making sure not to stumble or fall and break more of his stuff. His eyes wandered and followed me as I moved across the room.
"Zach? You okay?"
"What do you think?" He grunted and clutched the cloth. "Everything's a mess. Tonight was supposed to be fun, not just for you guys, but for me too. This is what I get instead. My parents return the day after tomorrow, so I have that to look forward to."
"We'll clean up the mess, then. I'll stay tomorrow and help!"
"I didn't just mean like that." He sighed and chucked the cloth aside, falling back across the bed. "All the little things just... add up. I'm sorry, Brendan, for being such a douche canoe, but I'm not in the best of moods right now, nor have I been at all tonight."
"Aw, buddy, I know how it is. By the way, I'm sorry about earlier. Anything I could help with?"
"I'm particularly pissed off at Garrett right now. You could go make sure he doesn't choke on his own sick or whatever, if that's your thing, because I'm in too much of a mood with him."
"I can't say it is my thing. Although, in his defence, nobody can help throwing up. Sure, he should've watched what he was drinking-"
"I wasn't talking about that."
He didn't need to say any more - I knew what he meant. The kiss. But why? Why would Zach have any problems with two guys getting it on in his living room? He didn't seem like the kind.
"Oh... again, I'm sorry, that was my fault. I didn't know-"
"It goes deeper than that; he always does this."
I didn't really know what to say; always does what?
"Sorry, Brendan." He continued, breaking the silence. "I'm probably creeping you out now."
"Wait- huh? Creeping me out? Why?"
"Oh? I thought you would have guessed by now."
"Well, I have no idea what you're on about. You're not creeping me out at all."
Quick, Brendan, make him feel better!
"Someone as cute as you can't be creepy."
Awwwright. You are SO sober right now, Brendan.
I only realise how inappropriately timed the statement must have seemed when I look back on it. He laughed in response, making the following silence considerably less awkward.
Then something hit me. Zach had a familiar look on his face; one I remembered from somewhere that required a little digging into my past. I was sixteen, burdened with a burning unrequited crush on some Labrador and very, very drunk. So was he. While I hadn't planned to make any kind of move on him - I hadn't the confidence - it still hurt when I walked in on him with his tongue down another guy's throat. I was by no means heartbroken - more "miffed" than anything else. Miffed that I didn't make the first move. Miffed that it wasn't my face he was sucking off.
Zach had that same look, told me he though he was "creeping me out," was pissed off at the Hyena I had previously been all over; I added two and two and concluded it was likely Zach was, in fact, experiencing what I experienced. It could've all been bullshit and had I been sober I would have likely dismissed it as such, but at that moment, it just seemed... likely. Maybe it was just the way he lay, looking up - oh, who the fuck am I kidding? I wanted to believe it, so I did.
"Zach... is there something you want to tell me?"
He sat up, ears perked, a shocked look across his muzzle; an expression resembling someone who had just been caught doing something they shouldn't have been doing.
"Wh-what do you mean?" His tail swayed from side to side apprehensively behind him. I thought of how to word my query.
"I think you know what I mean. Why, exactly, are you mad at Garrett, if not for throwing up and if not for kissing another guy?" Silence. "Was it because he was kissing me in particular?" He turned away from me and swallowed hard. Thoughts of my fantasies from earlier came rushing back.
"What makes you think that?"
"Because, Zach, I know how it is. I'm fairly sure I've been where you are now."
"So you do know what I'm talking about?"
"I can guess."
"Ugh... sorry. It's just every time I tell Garrett there's a guy I'm into in some way, he jumps on the oppurtunity to have him all to himself because he assumes..."
BINGO! He said it himself, he has the hots for you! It's all plain sailing from here, Brendan! If you fuck this one up you are officially useless, so don't.
_"..._and that's why I'm pissed off."
"Aww..." I replied. I placed a paw on his thigh and shuffled closer. "I'm sorry." I didn't know what I was apologising for. "If it's of any consolidation, you're ten times hotter than he is." He looked up at me.
"Really?"
"Really."
He placed a paw on mine. We looked at each other and an unspoken conversation happened between us. Had this moment been a scene in a film, it would have been a predictable, boring kiss. However, real life is not a film and so when such a kiss comes around, it's spectacular. I don't really remember the specifics - it just happened. After a few seconds of staring into those striking blue eyes, we swooped into each other in perfect synchronisation. Our lips met and parted to make way for our tongues; running on instinct this time - as opposed to alcohol - we lost ourselves in each other for a while, invading each other's maw with that familiar sloppy enthusiasm. He threw his arms around my neck and my hands slid to his sides as he grunted, huffed and moaned into me. I bit his bottom lip slightly and received a delighted yip in response as he clutched the fur cresting the back of my head, our tepid juices mixing. His tongue was softer and smaller than Garrett's and my own and he was, surprisingly, a generally better kisser. Maybe it just was my decreased levels of intoxication that made the kiss more enjoyable, but in previous (albeit seldom) experiences of my own it worked the other way around, so he must have been doing something right. He broke away too soon, bringing with him a trail of saliva that lingered for a moment before snapping. Out of breath, he panted:
"L-let me lock the door."
I realised then that he was after exactly what I was after. I grinned to myself as he stood up and lowered the lights and locked the door, trapping us in our own little world, isolating us from everyone else - aside from the passed out kitty in the corner, but it didn't look like he'd be waking up any time soon. Zach plonked himself on the bed again and we resumed kissing, my member stiffening rapidly beneath my pants. My paws wandered up and down his sleek, feminine frame, his tail brushing against my knuckles occasionally. He cooed through a series of muffled groans and 'mmfs' and through the fabric of his hoodie, I felt his chest pound to the rhythm of his rapidly beating heart as my own pounded in an exciting fusion of passion, nervousness and arousal. I could've sworn he was already sweating. His curious paws ventured up and down my torso, much like my own on his.
"Wait-" He breathed between pants. "Are we gonna...?" He questioned as he stared deep into me, a needy look in his eyes. "I-I mean, if you don't want to, that's okay-" I silenced him with a quick, swift kiss.
"Do I even need to answer that?" I could tell he blushed beneath his fur. He removed his hoodie, threw it aside and reached under his bed. While I couldn't see what he retrieved, I could easily guess - most likely a sachet or two of lube. I rolled onto my back and lay on the bed with my head resting on the pillow, Zach quickly straddling me. He removed his top to reveal his flat stomach and generally perfect upper body - a term I wouldn't use unjustly. I sat up to remove my own top and a hint of inferiority sparked within me. He ran his paws through my bare stomach fur and even the mere feeling of his pads on my belly sent a sudden shiver up my spine, which in turn booted any worries or troubling thoughts to the back of my mind.
He massaged the area for a few moments before I caught sight of a bulge protruding from his shorts and a grin spread across my muzzle. Zach had obviously noticed, as he swiftly shifted his paw to the area before hesitating, as if he was forcing himself not to hide it. He would undoubtedly be able to feel my own solid member pressing up against his clothed rear - it was impossible to miss.
He shifted back off my bulge and tugged at the rim of my trousers, before tracing a digit down my zipper. He worked his paws on my cock, firmly stroking up and down its shape beneath the denim, a jittery breath escaping me. Suddenly, my top button had been undone and my fly unzipped. He tugged at my jeans before I shook them off, then rose to my knees. Zach was quick follow, removing his own garments as fast as lightning. A dark precum stain sat where his bulge ended and I found that adorable.
We fell into another kiss. This time, our paws didn't hold back. Zach's trembling digit slid down my stomach and yanked the brim of my underwear down as I tugged his off, exposing our throbbing members. I gasped slightly at the rush of air that ran through my privates. Without breaking away from the kiss, I took both of ours in my paw and pressed them together. While Zach's wasn't as large as mine, it was by no means small - he almost reached my length, but I beat him in the thickness department by a good inch and a half or so. His meat was warm to the touch and I felt his hair stand slightly on end as I began stroking up and down it, pre already oozing out of my own, mixing where it met with the raccoon's. He groaned and a series of trembling gasps escaped him. With my other paw, I reached around and cupped an ass cheek - it was, like the rest of his body, feminine - plump, but toned with definition - a firm pawful. I envied this boy.
He pulled away and pushed me on to my back, removing my underwear completely, then his own. His muzzle buried into my neck and he nipped me, causing me to flinch slightly. He kissed his way down my neck, then detoured as he reached my chest, lapping at one of my already firm nipples and softly biting it. My toes curled and my back arched as I sucked in a breath through my teeth, a sheet of tepid moisture blanketing the area. He continued, my breath growing, my heart thumping faster as he reached the more sensitive areas. He paused at my pubic fuzz and sniffed curiously, before taking my twitching cock into his velvet pawpads. I sank my teeth into my lip as he nosed my balls.
I drew a sudden, sharp breath; The muscle traced up my sack, then reached the base of my erection. He slowed down, being sure to cover every inch of my shaft underside in his slick saliva - then, as he reached the tip, he continued the movement by taking the whole head into his maw. I clutched the bed sheet and let my head fall back into the pillow as the hot, wet sensation enveloped my cock, his tongue polishing the bulbous head. I closed my eyes and relaxed my tensed muscles, letting him work his way down my shaft, covering it in his hot, sweet juices. I twittered subconsciously, Zach purring as he placed his shaking paw on the base. As he reached the middle, I felt the tip press against the back of his throat - he gagged, then pulled back slightly, only to polish the head again before he pushed back down, sending my cock back up his throat.
I groaned. I told him he was a good raccoon. I shifted a paw to his head and scratched behind his flitting ear. I looked down, captivated by the look in those glittery, needy eyes as he worked his way up and down my rod - one of the most arousing yet adorable sights ever. He pulled me out of him with a pop and proceeded to jack me off for a bit before resuming eye contact. I told him how pretty he was and he blushed, but I could tell he loved it.
Eventually, I signalled him to climb on top of me and turn around. I sat up slightly as he backed his rear up to my muzzle, then slipped a thumb between his cheeks. He yipped, then flagged his tail to the slide. I parted his cheeks and lapped just beneath his hole, my nose resting under his tail. Zach was an incredibly clean raccoon, but there was a certain unique, heavy, male musk that exuded from the area. It drove me, put lightly, insane - I savoured it, using it as fuel for my instinct-driven lapping. My tongue trailed up to his moist, muscular hole, and as I enveloped it in my own juices, he gasped and even giggled softly. A smile spread across his muzzle and he took the weight off his front paws, leaving his butt high in the air. I repositioned myself then buried my face into his taut ass, lapping wildly as his hole clenched, contracted, flinched with every lick. My tongue occasionally delved into his ring, which always resulted in a pleasured yelp. While it was initially rough on my tongue, it grew tender and soft as it relaxed and embraced the slick invader. His pucker tightened around my tongue, pushing it back out, before I circled the muscular ring with my tongue then pressed back in. Now overwhelmed by scent - and even the taste - of his heavy musk, pre was oozing out of me at an alarming rate - I had been pushed so far I could no longer hold back.
Like any good virgin, Zach didn't move - instead, he remained still - sans from his swaying tail - with his soaked ass high in the air. With the amount of saliva that lay before me, I doubt he'd actually need any of the lube. He tossed two packets my way.
"Brendan..."
"Huh?"
"Be gentle."
I tore open a packet and rubbed the contents on his hole, sliding a sticky thumb in. He yelped - more out of shock than pain, I hoped - and his ring closed around my thumb as if to stop it from going any further. Soon enough, it had relaxed, permitting entry. I removed my thumb and slipped a finger inside him, then another -his insides were hot and moist, but most notably, tight. I rubbed the roof of his tender anal cavity, massaging it with a circular motion. He groaned my name softly between pleasured breaths, which was, again, adorable. With his hole now loosened temporarily, I removed my fingers.
"Spread your ass."
He did so. I told him he was a good raccoon. I grabbed his tail base to steady myself and aimed my twitching, drooling thickness at his entrance. Teasingly, I rubbed it up and down the slippery area, biting my lip again as I anticipated what was about to happen. My cock head pressed against his pucker, a drip of pre seeping out.
Then with one swift, eager movement, I was in. Damn, he was really tight. Warm, too - really warm and wet. Slick. He cried out at first, but bit the bed sheets to stifle any further noises - I told him that I was going to be gentle and that he shouldn't worry.
"Just relax, I'll be gentle. I promise. Don't worry."
I pushed in further, the sultry walls of his canal hugging my intruder. I placed both of my paws on his waist and pulled him towards me. I wasn't even half way in and I could have blown my load inside his needy tunnel right there and then. I pushed further in, revelling in pleasure with each ridge that grinded against my length, with each groan of pleasured pain from Zach. I must have hit his prostate; he lurched forward and cried out, his dick spasming, sending spurts of pre flying onto his bed sheets.
"Ngh, fuck! Brendan, you're so thick - don't be too harsh."
"I'm not hurting you too much, am I?"
"I just need to get used to it - slowly to begin with. But... no, it feels amazing."
He felt amazing too, but I doubted I needed to tell him that; I'm sure my own groans and twitters were revealing enough. He cried out in pain again by the time I was balls deep. I comforted him and told him how good he was for taking me all the way. I pulled back out, his hole clenching on to my dick as if denying permission to leave this time. Zach told me that it felt amazing or something and I pushed back into him, then pulled back out - his soft, slick, ridged walls caressing my cock with every slide.
I picked up the pace, my balls clashing against his with a soft slap. I had to resist pinning him down and slamming into him - then I wondered if that would actually hurt him, because he seemed pretty relaxed for taking such a thick member so easily, on (what I assumed to be) his first time no less. No doubt he practiced - probably had a collection of vibrators or something. Observing as I pushed my glistening cock in and out of his hole, I caught sight of him turning his head to face me. Through his watery eyes, I could still see neediness in his expression.
I withdrew - much to Zach's disappointment - and reclined with my feet pulled up.
"Sit on it."
Obeying without question, Zach took hold of my solid meat, pressing it against his sultry ring - then sat back on it, wincing before his eyes jittered closed as he did so. He inhaled, I exhaled - he sank back onto my pole and I savoured the rare (for me, anyway) sensation of being seven inches deep inside a twinky raccoon. He placed his paws at my side, clutching the bed sheets again and I pushed, as hard as I could, into him. I definitely hit his prostate that time.
We were now looking directly at each other - well, would be, had his eyes not been shut. I took hold of his ass cheeks with my paw and he rolled his hips, his mouth slightly agape, before he rose up, then back down. He picked up the pace surprisingly fast - before I knew it, he was practically bouncing on my dick.
An obnoxious wet slapping sound echoed throughout the room as I began to thrust in sync with him. He stopped holding back on the vocals and moaned obnoxiously. I joined in. His tunnel walls were now grinding against my leaking maleness at an ecstatic speed, the warmth spreading from my sensitivities throughout my whole body. I spanked the raccoon -admittedly, on impulse - in the midst of our lust-fuelled, sloppy encounter and worried if I was being too harsh - a qualm that was swiftly destroyed as he called my name out in ecstasy.
"Fu-uh-uck, Brendan, faster!"
I did as he asked.
I was close. My fuck buddy had taken to rapidly jacking himself off, his eyes clenched, his lip almost bleeding from the biting - I took total control over the fucking, holding him in place as I slammed my cock into him. I edged closer and closer; so did he. It was if we were in a competition to see who could blow their load first.
He won.
"Oh, fffuu-uu-uu-cc-ck!"
My face and stomach were laden with ropes of his hot, sticky seed. I grinned, but didn't slow down. Soon enough, I felt my own orgasm build up - I threw my head back and called Zach's name, before I erupted deep inside him with one aggressive slam sending waves of euphoria spreading throughout my body. I grasped his ass so hard the mark is still probably there now and screwed up my eyes, feeling spurt after sticky spurt shoot into his bowels. God, he was so tight. As the last of my cum dribbled into his ass, I was enveloped by afterglow. I swallowed pretty hard and we remained in the position for another minute or so - just us and our panting.
"That was fucking amazing." Zach remarked, before sitting up. My now flaccid cock flopped out of his red, sloppy ass and brought a string of cum with it. Some even seeped out on to my belly, which, if I didn't immediately wash out, would dry in and make my fur all matted and horrible for the next day. "You can have a shower if you want." He turned to grin at me. I wondered how he would look with a facial.
"Alright, thanks." I sat up, stepping out of the bed butt naked. I had nothing to hide - it felt kinda good to not have to worry about being seen naked. Clothes sucked. I was dizzy with the remnants of alcohol in my bloodstream, intense afterglow, and my dick kinda hurt. I trotted to his shower and had the best shower of my life. I wondered how long Zach had been planning this. I wondered if that Garrett guy would be up for a threesome. I wondered if I was getting ahead of myself. I wondered how many people were currently thinking of that video (ah shit, I forgot about that.). I wondered if anyone had wondered where Zach and I had disappeared to, or if there was even anyone left in the house. I wondered about life, then I scraped the dried cum out of my fur and realised I had spent about half an hour in the shower.
As I stepped out of the en-suite butt naked, I realised the room still stank heavily of sex. I climbed into the sticky bed with Zach after turning out the lights and realised tonight was the first night I would fall asleep feeling pretty good. I nuzzled up to Zach.
"Night, buddy."
He had fallen asleep already. Lazy bastard.
Just to clear things up, by the way, I didn't just see him as some nasty fuck. I genuinely liked this guy. Still do. I can't help but feel like I come across as a pervert here.
Then I heard something that made my heart stop - something that almost caused me to mess the bed even further. Coming from the corner of the room, where the kitty was passed out - where he HAD been passed out - came a voice.
"DUDE, What the FUCK?"
hop u had fun lol
I may or not have a sequel or some kind of follow up planned. It depends.
thanxs 4 redin