Chapter 2

Garret's P.O.V

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"I'm getting to that part, Garret." Tyson the orca chuckled as his hands moved away from my sheath. "It's called foreplay." "Don't use my saying against me!" I snapped. "Besides, I'm horny enough already. If you keep on touching me I think I'll blow a load in my pants." I joked. "You better not, I'm the one who has to wash them." Tyson chuckled. "What if it's on the bed sheets?" "You'll be licking it up." Tyson warned. "That's disgusting." I shuddered. "Well, you should get used to the taste. I'm imagine you're going to be swallowing an awful lot soon." "Lovely..."

Tyson began stroking my body again with his large hands, still laying beneath me. Each stroke was more than titillating, it was heavenly and more importantly got me hornier. Is that strange? Getting all stiff over a muscly guy feeling you up? To me it wasn't, and still isn't. I loved the feeling of Tyson's large hands, gripping my body close as he whispered into my ears or pushed me down onto beds whilst he pulled off a sweaty kit. The guy could be a real jock sometimes, but he was still sweet.

"How do you want to do it?" He asked me. I thought for a moment, I'd always imagined my first time being in missionary, but with his size it was going to be a little difficult to do that without breaking my bones. "I'll get on the end of the bed, you stand off the end of the bed." "Anything you want." Tyson kissed my head and ruffled my hair.

"Mind if I'm a little rough with you?" He asked. The guy certainly knew how to give me uncomfortable boners. Then again, I wouldn't really mind if he was rough with me. So long as there was no latex or tight bondage or suspension, I could take it. I hoped. Tyson was way bigger than the average guy and I was small enough to be crushed under his weight, so rough sex probably wasn't the best path to walk on. "Not unless you want me to break in two." I pointed out. "Fair enough." Tyson chuckled, disapointed that I'd turned him down on the 'offer.'

Tyson's hands then went back to stroking through my white fur. He couldn't stop himself from squeezing my nipples and looking over my shoulder. His movements were slow and sluggish. "Are you tired?" I asked. "No. Why do you think I'm tired?" He asked in return. "You're dragging the pillow talk out a bit too much. Can we hurry this along? I'm horny!" I complained. "I was hoping you'd ask me that." Tyson then rolled over, still with me on his chest. In other words, I ended up flattened to the bed with his weight keeping me down.

(1)

Before it started to hurt, he got off and pulled my briefs down to my ankles. "Tyson!" I cried, worried that my backside was about to be crammed full of a thick cock. Instead, he used his hands to keep me down on the bed as he lowered his lips to my tail hole. My heart was pounding in my chest and in all honesty I was ready to get up and run, but the feeling of having male lips pressed against my virginal tail hole kept me still. I moaned as the strong kiss smacked against my skin.

Maybe at first I wasn't too happy about having Tyson eat me out; I felt like I should be eating him out, but I soon began to enjoy it. I relaxed my muscles and let the man kiss my ass. He carried on firing off more kisses, some hit my ass, some on my balls and others on my back.

Next I felt a sloppy lick tease my hole. Although Tyson's tongue rolled around my tail hole with a slow pace at first, I knew that he was not only willing, but eager to rim my ass before he went down on me. "Mhhh..." I moaned. "Satisfied?" He asked with an amused tone present in his voice. "Mhh huh." I replied. I buried my face into a pillow to relax.

Tyson soon released his hands from my body, only to place them on my cheeks. He squeezed lightly as he went, which only added to the stimulation. Tyson's fingers pinched the bronze spots on my rump. "You're ass is going to be full of cum soon. I'm gonna make you my bitch" Tyson smirked. I didn't really know how to reply... "Umm Okay?" "Hah, sorry about that. I guess you don't do dirty talk."

Seconds after Tyson's hands had claimed their place on my behind, his tongue began running laps across my tail hole. He'd started to be a bit more aggressive and was now almost massaging my ass with his hands. He parted my tail hole by pushing apart my cheeks. The tip of his tongue slipped inside of me, worshiping my ass with his tongue and hands. It was quite a shocker, being penetrated by a slippery tongue and it send a jolt of cold running down up my spine.

"Can, can we switch it up?" I asked, panting for breath from the surprise he'd just given me. I put my head up and looked back to speak to him. "To what?" Tyson asked. Even though he was speaking to me, he didn't take his tongue or hands away from me for even a second. "I want to do it you." I stated. Tyson gave me one last slow lick before slapping my ass and rising back up the bed, leaving behind saliva. "Thanks, I''m sorry if I disapoin-"

Tyson didn't give me a chance to speak and instead landed an odd tasting kiss on my mouth. His breath smelt a bit like shit, but his passionate kiss was still warm. Tyson wasn't really holding back on this one, he had both hands behind my head to keep me where I belonged. Not only that, but I could have sworn that his tongue was trying to force it's way into my mouth.

He pulled away, leaving me to pant for breath. "Stop saying you're sorry. You're not going to disappoint me. Alright?" Tyson asked. I nodded with a look of shame in my eyes. "Is this enough foreplay for now?" Tyson asked. I nodded again. "Are you going to regret it?" He asked. I shook my head to say no and grabbed him by the hands. "Good." Tyson rubbed his nose against my forehead and moved away from me.

(2)

"Can I do it now?" I asked with a shy squeak of the voice. "Whatever it is, you don't have to ask." Tyson smiled closing his eyes and snuggling up next to me in bed. I was starting to become worried that he didn't even want to have sex. Somehow, my already short nails found a way to be chomped on by my buck teeth. "Can I give you a rimjob then?" I asked with wide eyes. "No, I'm not done with you just yet." Tyson chuckled. Tyson put out a hand and pulled my hands away from my teeth softly. "You shouldn't chew on yours nails." Tyson chastised. "I'm sorry." I apologized, doing my best to keep my hands glued to the bed. "Remember what I said earlier?" He asked. I brought my knees in close and looked down at the bed sheets. "Yeah..."

Before I could continue to mope about, Tyson lifted my legs into the air with his hands and landed another kiss on my asshole. "Tyson!" I complained, even though I liked it. Tyson shut me up with a few licks, yet he made sure to keep them outside instead of pushing his way in. Tyson then moved a hand to tease my balls by rolling them in his palm. He didn't put his mouth anywhere near my balls, but I'd never really pictured Tyson as a fur for putting boy parts in his mouth.

"Keep those legs in the air!" Tyson demanded. I tried to support myself by putting my hands straight down on the bed, Tyson helped out by putting a hand on my ass. "I will!" I stammered, shocked by Tyson's forceful nature. He carried on playing with my balls with one hand, squeezing them roughly, but not to the point where I was in pain. He rubbed his thumb on the sac, pushing it to one side and then back again. However, Tyson ignored my cock and sheath completely. Which was fortunate since I was way too sensitive when it came to things touching my length.

Tyson moved away from me, but still I kept my legs in the air. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Getting lube." He simply answered "Oh Tyson... Can I get in a better position for this? This is fairly uncomfortable." I admitted. "I'm not putting my dick in your ass just yet and sorry about all this. I sort of have a little fetish for fisting." Tyson chuckled, slapping lube onto both of his hands along with his matchless schlong.

"What?! Like hell you're fisting me!" I complained. "Not tonight. Tonight, I'm just going to put my fingers in you, is that alright?" Tyson asked. "Of course it is." I answered. "Good. I want to stretch you out a bit before I start putting big things in there."

"So can I start using the dildo you made Shaun use?" I asked, my eyes lighting up as I wobbled about from the loss of Tyson's physical support. "Which one? The one with a spike?" "That's the one." "No, you can't." "Why not?!" I complained. "It's a little big for a virgin. Especially some fur of your...size." Tyson explained with a pause. "So! I'm about to have sex with an orca! An orca!" I repeated, stressing the fact that Tyson's dick was nearly as big as my forearm. "Who's not going balls deep. Who's using lube and who is going slow." Tyson stressed the last syllable in slow.

(3)

I didn't say anymore, but instead took to silently complaining. Seconds later, Tyson came back to me and knelt down on the bed just in front of me. With one hand he supported me, the other plunged a finger into my asshole. It was incredibly chilling from the copious amount of lube he'd used. I grunted as it went in swiftly, but soon the feeling of a finger poking around inside of me felt nice. My cock agreed with it as well, even more pre was now making my cock head slicker.

When all of Tyson's thick finger was inside of me, and he'd gone as deep as possible, his finger danced around, tickling, rubbing and feeling up my anus. "Try not to tense up." Tyson warned as he took out his finger slowly. I heard the 'plop' sound as his finger left my body, leaving behind the lube it had deposited. "Tyson? Can we just not have sex tonight?" I balked, I was answered with a grunt and the next volley of digits.

In and out... In and out...

Next came two fingers. I once again grunted as both went in simultaneously, flinching greatly as I was stretched out for the second time. But again, the feeling became pleasurable to me and I welcomed the feeling entirely. "Go on Tyson... Get another one in there." I begged, smiling to myself and closing my eyes. Admittedly, I'd been too cynical about letting Tyson finger me."Sorry little man. I think two is enough for now, wouldn't want to mess up that rump just yet." Tyson chuckled, moving the hand supporting me upwards to squeeze my ass playfully. "Honk!"

Tyson began pumping his thick fingers in and out, each time curling the tips ever slightly as they came out. Even though he could see the bewildered grin on my face, he asked "How does it feel?"

In and out... In and out again... In...

"Like heaven..." I replied, letting my tongue hang out over my lips slightly. I wanted to reach up and put my own fingers in there, but that might end up being a bit of a tight fit for me. "Tyson, can I finger you after?" I asked, hoping my request would be accepted. "No." He once again turned me down without a second thought.

Before I could argue a squirt of pre jetted out of my fint and splashed down on my chin, nearly going in my mouth. I squealed, tried to retreat and heard Tyson's laugh. "Oh Garret. Maybe now you might start letting me toss you off. Might stop you from being so pent up." "Tyson!" I laughed, "Just finger me harder already!"

(4)

The next thing I knew, another finger found its way into my ass which brought a moan of pleasure from me. I giggled and tried to look at Tyson, only to find that I couldn't see him at all. However, I could see his fingers going in and out of my tail hole. "I don't think I've ever seen you smile so much." Tyson teased. "Don't tell me! Something can make Garret happy?!" Tyson mocked more in a melodramatic voice that would have been accompanied by hand gestures if his hands weren't currently busy.

and out... In and out... In and out... "Deeper..." I thought

"Shut up!" I laughed. "You make me happy, occasionally." I added ,sticking out my tongue. I didn't really know if Tyson could see my face, but I assumed he could because he began to pick up more speed. "Tyson!" I moaned, "Stop already! I don't want to come yet." I complained as I felt a burning sensation rising from my balls; the cum swam to be free from my genitals. "Too bad." Tyson chuckled. The only change he made was his thumb rubbing on the outside of my tail hole.

In, out, in out, in, out, in, out. Like a machine...

I sighed, knowing there was no arguing with Tyson, he would always get his way with me anyway. I was about to reach and toy with my cock slightly, if I was going to come it might as well have been a good orgasm. But, Tyson had other plans and pushed me even further, so that I was now almost about to tumble over.

My pink cock head was pointing down towards my mouth. "Open wide." Tyson demanded. "No! That's disgusting!" I cried once again being balk about Tyson's kinky suggestions. "Fine then, you can suck on my fingers after." Tyson threatened. I thought that Tyson was bluffing, I was dead wrong.

Seconds later, my cock head flared to life, my muscles tensed, Tyson's fingers stopped fingering me and time stopped. Cum squirted out to hit my chin, run down my chest and stick into my white fur. In a way it felt like a blast of fresh air that got my heart pumping from the moment it whooshed over me. Although, the outcome in real life wasn't as great.

Time resumed and my fur the adhering cum had made my fur a sweet, but sticky, mess of milk, sweat and saliva. Tyson pulled out his fingers and let my legs flop down on the bed. My flaccid cock shuffled back into its sheath having already popped one. It would take at least an hour to get such a load out of my fur.

Don't even get me started on how long it would take to comb and... My mouth was stuffed with Tyson's fingers,, "Mhh!" I complained as the scent, let alone the taste, was a cocktail of excrement, aloe vera scented lube and the salty taste of spooge. Clearly, it was my own. The thick glob of it jumped off of the bus (Tyson's fingers) to occupy my tongue.

Tyson pushed my head back, so that I would be force to swallow the liquid. He took out his fingers to scoop up more of it, "Tyso-mhh!" Yet again my mouth was crammed with my own juices. The taste was fairly nice at first, but the after taste was a knife and a half. It was sharp, lingering, but at least the creamy substance dribbled down your throat instead of clinging to your mouth. That didn't make up for the fact that I now felt like throwing up or that I would have bad breath for a while.

"Gargle it he demanded..." Forcing two scoops of the sperm inside of my mouth. I did as I was told, almost choking on the cum. With a chuckle, Tyson stopped making me drink my own cum and let me relax finally. "I should have recorded that. You took it well." Tyson joked with his usual boisterous and bawdy manner. I however, mumbled a heinous insult under my breath that Tyson failed to hear.

(5)

"How was the fingering?" He asked, still smirking about the kinky act he'd made me carry out.

"I was hoping to save myself for the anal, but it still felt great. Your dick had better be ten times better." I warned. "It will be. It will be." Tyson chuckled, climbing under the sheets with me. "Suck." He demanded, thrusting his three fingers into my mouth. I tried to spit them out, but once again Tyson got his way and I began slurping up whatever he had on his fingers. After a few seconds of hearing that noise some furs make when they drink, Tyson took out his fingers to wipe them on the bed sheets.

Next he wiped a strand of gooey white cum from my chest and let some of it drip back onto my fur. "Tyson..." I moaned. "I'm not eating my own cum again!" I complained. Tyson laughed at my tone of voice and put his finger in his own mouth for once. "Calm down little prince. Do you want me to take you to the shower?" Tyson asked. "But we're about to have sex!" I reminded him. "Tomorrow. I need to cook dinner and then we're going to bed." Tyson ordered.

"Fine..." I grumbled, annoyed that Tyson was dealing out moment. "Can I help cook dinner? I know my way around the kitchen. Please! Please! Please!" I begged. "No. Stay here like a good boyfriend. Finger yourself some more if you want or go and spend some time with the others. Shower if you want." Tyson said. I sighed, "Okay okay. I'll take a shower." I got out of bed and waddled towards the door, my asshole being already sore from the three fingers being pushed in so roughly.

Tyson whistled when he saw my naked body, but tried to continue a conversation. "I'm sorry about being so dominant. I just started acting that way when things got a little hot. Sorry!" Tyson chuckled. "I won't fist or finger you again." He promised. "It's alright. I sort of enjoyed it." I admitted.

I stopped at the doorway and spoke once more. I winked back at Tyson. "Besides, It's called foreplay."