In The Closet?!
#35 of Commissions by Gruffy
Continuing adventures of Andy the big bear in Jon Sanders ' commission!
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Our stand-off carried on in that small, hot room, staring at each other, his paw still hovering awfully close to my pent-up dick, that damn smirk on his muzzle...those weird teeth shining with spit, since he kept licking them occasionally...staring at me like a cheeseburger...
"Well, you know, dude," he spoke again, almost making me jump, "you could say something, too, instead of just staring at me..."
I blinked.
"I don't have to say anything," I grunted, hoping to intimidate the hell out of him, and probably failing.
"Oh come on," the otter's tail wagged, "it's cool if you wanna fool around...I definitely want to...I love beefy guys like you...never did it with a footballer...."
Fucking otter, talking like that, like I was a piece of meat, and like he was some kind of a cheerleader who was naturally supposed to do it with footballers...did the marching band count as cheerleading? At least it was almost gayer than being a male cheerleader...
""I won't tell anyone..." he spoke after a moment of silence between us, my heart hammering in my chest.
"The hell you would, even if we did something," I stammered.
His eyes lit up...dangerously.
"If we did?" he had the emphasis on the word indicating possibility, indeed, "if...so you do want to..."
I growled.
"I didn't say so!"
"Well either you're really patient about my flirting, or you're seconds from beating me up, which, if you did, of course, would get you kicked out of the team...or you really want me to get down on my knees and suck your hot sweaty balls..."
Oh good God, I practically spurted pre-cum into my track pants at the very mention of getting some head...it'd been too long...way too long...
I was practically panting.
"I love big guys...I'm a bottom, you know...I love playing with guys and letting them play with me..." he kept speaking in that goddamn otter voice of his as he stepped closer, suddenly, almost making me to back up against the shelves again...
"...I love big muscles and muscleguts..."
Damn, his fingers landed over my T-shirt-covered belly and pressed a little into the slab of muscles and other thick layers there...pressing against it...I rumbled...he didn't stop...he was touching me...
I wasn't stopping him.
"...ohh maan...." the otter moaned, simply because he was touching me...lol!
He felt me up, I stood there, not daring to move, and then saw him slip a paw into his shorts...was he jerking himself off? He sure was rumbling passionately, and squeezing and rubbing my belly like it was the best thing ever...and all I could think was why wasn't he touching me lower...where it mattered...
"What the fuck, dude..."I grunted.
His paw moved away from my belly and up to his muzzle...fuck, what a nasty little dude, sniffing up my funk like that! He seemed to be really into it, because he kept feeling himself up in his pants...
To hell with this.
I grabbed his paw and pushed it against my own junk, letting him get the message. He jumped a little, and then did his tail, and then he just grinned, and squeezed down on me, hard enough to make me yelp a little.
"This is so hot..." he moaned, obviously liking what he found...the mobile tent in his pants rising again...
"Stop that," I snorted, poking his other arm, "let me..."
I felt almost bold, suggesting such a thing, but the otter just grinned...licking those damn huge teeth of his...but he did retrieve his paw from his shorts and let it fall to his side.
"Take those down," I said, "and take me out."
Damn...speaking like I was telling him to do stuff felt kinda hot...I was all flushed under my furs, too, grumbling a little with my breaths. The otter grinned rudely and slipped his baggy shorts down to reveal...everything...the kinky guy was going commando...he had an alright dick, too...maybe his body wasn't really my type but...hey...it's a guy with a hard dick who wants you to pull his pud...who was I to turn down such an offer? It might make him even more smug, though, but...I guess that was a risk I had to be willing to take.
He'd barely finished with himself before he used his paws to tug my own pants down a little and then, making me gasp, to extract me from my underwear so that my hard cock and my big hairy balls flopped out, the elastic of my boxers pressing underneath them and kinda making them stand out a bit. He gave my junk a hungry look and immediately wrapped his paw around my dick...squeezing it and making me push my hips into the touch.
"Ohhhh this is nice...." the otter rumbled, stroking up and down me, making me breathe harder, twitching in his grip, "and with big balls...I love balls...big heavy bear balls...hehehe..."
My dick made slippery noises, sliding in his grip. His own cock was so hard, pointing directly upwards to his smirking chin.
Let's see how this would change that expression, I thought, and grabbed him, too, fingers closing around that warm tube of flesh. He let out a hiss and grinned, looking me straight in the eye while he worked my dick with his paw, I simply holding him in my palm.
"Heheheh," he just chuckled.
I was practically hypnotized by the sight of his paw moving on me, and the sensations...they were good, good enough to make me rumble...make me want more...that dirty little paw pulling on my bulging dick. His own twitched in my grip, a small, warm otter tube, veiny and...well, like a cock was meant to be. Even the air smelled like it. Otter and bear.
He stroked me and I humped a bit into the grip, fucking into his paw. His other paw slipped under my shirt and played with the sweaty, hairy mound of my belly. I knew that we were both getting into it, dangerously so, considering that there was the possibility that Coach Kruger might jump in to see how we were doing with the goddamn first aid equipment...but it seemed that neither of us cared for such a thing at that time, then, working each other quickly. That otter was grinning like a naughty schoolboy getting up to his first sinful activity, whether it involved liquor, tobacco, drugs or sex...though he was obviously not a virgin...no...a proper otter-slut who got off on bear musk and bear-cock and...and his paw went down and he grabbed my balls and massaged them.
"These are so biiiiig..."
He rubbed my terribly pent-up, throbbing nuts, rolled them in his paw, tugged on their furry sac and gave them a twist...I squeezed on him hard in reply to that, making him moan and loll his tongue out.
"You're so hot, Andy...big bear...that's so fucking hot..."
Dirty talk...damn...damn...it was getting too hot...my belly churned...so did my balls...some kind of a heat rising...
"Uhmmm...."
"You gonna pop..." he smirked, tongue still poking between his lips, "I bet you will..."
I grabbed the edge of a nearby shelf for balance and tried to stroke him off even when his own slippery paw was driving me over the edge. There was nothing I could do...my body convulsed and I gasped when the liquid heat poured out of me and splashed to the floor...his arm...God...
"F...fuck..."
I forgot to jerk him off, too, and he just stood there, observing the cum drip off his arm.
"You shoot loads...oh maan..." he sounded gleeful.
I panted, trying to catch my bearings again, even with my balls tingling, my hard cock flopped against my belly, still fully hard.
"You didn't cum," I mumbled.
The otter winked and stepped back, probably to admire the sight of me after sex, his tail wagging like mad.
"That can happen later on, big guy," he grinned, "because there will be a next time, won't they?"
I looked at him, the marching band otter twink, so totally not my type...but my lips moved nonetheless...I rumbled...
"Roomie's going to see a movie with his girlfriend," I said, "we'll have until ten at least..."
"You'll have to tell me where you live," the otter's eyes gleamed, "you're not on my booty call list..."
"Humph," I harrumphed.
He turned around to pull his shorts back on, and I saw his ass, bare and smooth, with that tail wagging, and balls clearly visible between those twinky legs...damn he was all bent over...
That ass disappeared all too soon. He turned about, smirking again, and looked at his arm with its discolored stains.
"I'm sure there're some alcohol wipes in the first aid kit, those ought to get the stench away," he said, "shame, I quite like it...the smell of cum, that is...big guy..."
Things were going to get really interesting.