Chapter 4

Garret's P.O.V

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I stood paralyzed in the cave, my feet beneath the shallow water. Tyson was grinning at me, relaxing with his hands spread out behind him, his legs spread out in front of him. His feet were resting in the water, like my own were, but even his feet looked more confident than I did. "Oh..." I replied to Tyson's previous command. I felt incredibly nervous; I'd touched Tyson's fun parts before, but I'd never gotten down on my knees in front of it, let alone worshiped the matchless schlong.

I drew my arms over my chest, unsure if I should hide my erection, run away or do as I was told. Tyson smirked at me again. "Stop being coy." "I'm not being coy." I mumbled under my breath, scratching my arm. "Then why are you so shy? You've touched my dick before. This is nothing different." Tyson said trying to coax me into the deed. "But... Yeah. B-but." I was lost for words and in the end I dropped to my knees in front of him. "It's just a little big,,," I squeaked, my voice breaking. "I know Garret. I know. Don't worry though. I'm here." Tyson patted my head and rubbed his thumb across my skull.

We stayed like that for a while, Tyson comforting me and of course I was sniffling on the floor. "T-thanks." I blurted out, drying my eyes with my hand and resting it on my lap. "No problem fella." Tyson grinned, "Now... Are you still up for it?" He asked. I nodded and moved forwards, so that his crotch was now directly in front of my face. Even with all the sentimental crying both of us were still erect. Tyson hadn't touched me much, but I still felt like I was going to pop.

"Good boy." Tyson smirked, "Go ahead and feel it up." He continued. I reached out with both hands to pull down his shorts, only to the be rejected by Tyson. "Just the head for now." He scowled, moving one of my hands to rest on the tip of his cock. "Gah..." He exhaled, losing his aggression. I smiled at him, glad that I was giving him a bit more satisfaction than usual.

(1)

I inhaled deeply, breathing in Tyson's scent. It had never changed, he still smelt faintly of chlorine, sea salt and seaweed. Those scents weren't bad at all, the chlorine stung my nose a bit with its sharp stabs, but I loved the taste and smell of seaweed. As for the sea salt, who doesn't love sea salt? Next I plunged my face against the side of his cock, kissing just next to his sensitive cock.

I allowed one hand to dangle over his leg, the other stroked him with fingers. "Fuck..." Tyson growled, gritting his teeth. "I think some fur needs to jack off a bit." "Yeah I do. I'm getting too sensitive again. Care to help?" Tyson chuckled. For the once he gave me three seconds to decide, but he didn't listen for my answer. Instead he grabbed the back of my head and forced me to worship the tip of his cock. "We should go and grab Corbin or Shaun. Let them stretch your ass out for me before it's my turn." "No! I'm losing my virginity to you and that's final." I said, although most of the noise was muffled.

Tyson let me go with a laugh. For at least the second time that morning he left me panting for breath and pushing my hair out of my eyes. "You need to stop doing that!" I complained. Tyson responded by looking down at the tip of his cock and then looking back at me. I sighed and reached out to touch his cock again to receive the same gasp from before. I decided to tease the stout guy a bit, no need to demean myself even more.

With just a finger I stroked along the cock that he showed, causing spasms of pre to leak out. I caught a few dribbles of it on my finger and lifted it up for Tyson to lick. Tyson opened his mouth to speak, "Like hel-" I stuffed my finger in his mouth to give him a taste of his own medicine. I cachinnated once I saw the disgusted look on Tyson's face when he spat out my finger and scowled at me.

I quickly put my head down before Tyson shouted and gripped the tip of his cock with my hand. I moved my hand down across the length slowly, making sure to touch him softly at first. My un-hurried movements only made Tyson ravenous for more. His cock continued to pump more and more pre, my hands spreading it across the dick he'd given me to play with.

(2)

Temptation got the best of me and I leaned in closer to touch his cock with my tongue. I stopped before making contact and looked up at Tyson for permission. He only grinned, which was enough permission for me. I slapped my tongue against the tasty treat and made sure to lap up some of his delicious pre. The sensation made Tyson curl over, but only out of pleasure. "Sure know how to kiss." Tyson joked.

"Is it really that good?" I asked, beaming up at him. "Yeah it feels great!" I blushed at the complement and carried on licking away at him. Soon the head of his cock was slippery with both pre and saliva. I rubbed the muscle with my fingers as I sucked on the tip, and only the tip. I wasn't sanguine enough to deep throat him just yet; after all, it (his cock) was a little big.

Tyson moved backwards, taking his feet out of the water. "Euh!!!" I complained, stretching out my hands to grab his feet. "I was enjoying that!" "Too bad. I'm stripping off, gonna let you see all of it." Tyson smirked and stood up, his tail flopping behind him. I'd always liked his tail, it was big and strong, great for cuddling as well!

Tyson dropped his shorts near to me jeans and stretched out his legs, flexing all of his muscles to let me great satisfaction from it. I couldn't help but to rub my own cloth covered cock whilst I watched him stretch. He was matchless. Everything about him was flawless. His big white smile beamed at me, his huge tail dangled limp between his legs, his blue eyes were observing my crotch like a hawk and best of all.... Best of all his cock was just standing tall, waiting to be serviced by a male's touch.

(3)

I fantasied over his cock as I gawked at it, my jaw nearly hanging open. I pictured the slab of meat in my hands, being pushed inside my throat until I gagged. I started putting together a scene in my head. I was of course, on my knees in front of Tyson. He tipped my head back and pushed his cock into my mouth. In and out until once thrust took it so far that I poked the back of my throat. I coughed and spluttered with it still in my mouth until the manliness erupted into my mouth.

Tyson on the other hand was busy bulging out his muscles with stretches. He clenched his gluts and turned around, showing off the full package. His heavy balls dangled between his legs, "Feeling a bit pent up. Man... I was going to save myself for your butt later. But a facial will do for now. Feeling up for one?" Tyson asked with that glare in his eye. "Mhh huh." I responded, touching myself up more as I imagined a load on my face. Tyson tittered when he saw my expression.

I carried on rubbing and felt a tingle sensation come into play. I knew full well what it was, but I was more interested in watching the orca perform for me. A weird heat spread across the brief of my pants whilst my dick pulsed. After a second or two the sensation ended and my fingers brushed against sticky, wet material. I choked on my surprise from how farcial this whole thing was.

Tyson turned around seconds later to see the wet patch. "Fuck me!" Tyson laughed, slapping his stomach to express his amusement. "Did you just cum your pants?" Tyson asked. I blushed out of embarrassment and used my hands to cover my crotch. I sank to my knees and tried to hide my 'accident.' I whimpered, shying away from Tyson's staring. "N-no no!" I cried, my voice breaking like a twig. "I got too low in the water."

"Really? Smells a bit musky." Tyson smirked, approaching me from behind. "I didn't cum!" I whined, trying to convince Tyson with my crude lies. But in truth, the musky smell was more or less palpable where I was. Tyson didn't believe me for a second and with his usual raunchy/randy ways stuck his hand down the front of my briefs to touch the spooge. I sniffled, terrified that Tyson was going to tease me until we died now.

(4)

"That's hot." Tyson smirked, swishing his hand around in the puddle of seed. He spread the liquid even more until the whole of my crotch was sticky and disgusting. I tried to get up and run, but Tyson's strong hand clenched my shoulder. "Don't be embarrassed. It's a good sign for a guy to be able to cum just like that. Means you won't last as long, but at least you're gonna pop one in bed when we have sex." "But I'm a mess!" I whined.

Tyson sighed and let me go. The both of us stood up and Tyson grabbed the towel bag. He started pulling out towels for me, whilst I messed about with my briefs to get the sticky cloth away from my body. I pulled it down to my ankles and saw the extent of the orgasm. The inside of my boxers were ruined and smelt like an orgy. My fur was even worse.

When Tyson had spread the cum, my fur had become clumped together. I sniffled and burst out into tears. Tyson came back to me quickly after that and wrapped a towel around my waist. He lifted my feet up and took my briefs off for me, "Just dry yourself." He simply said. I did as I was told whilst he wrapped my ruined briefs in a towel and stuffed them in the towel bag.

He then came back for a second time to take off my shirt. He squished my hard nipples and laughed. "After all this and they're still hard. What about your cock huh?" Tyson asked. It was still a semi, but I was too embarrassed to get it up to a full one anytime soon. "It's alright." Tyson smiled, putting an arm around my shoulders. He kissed my cheek and took away the towel before kneeling down to sniff.

"Shit you smell good." He complemented, even though the smell absolutely repulsed me. He tossed aside and after one or two more sniffs of the almost palpable scent, he sat down with his feet in the pool. He patted the rock next to me and demanded that I join him. I did as he commanded, taking my place next to the large orca. I couldn't stop my self from staring at his cock. It looked... delectable.

(5)

"Touch..." Tyson commanded, stretching his arms back to allow me to gaze upon his penis. I did as he was told and reached out with a finger to touch his base. Just the pressure on his sensitive meat sent Tyson into an almost worrying spasm of pleasure, "Erk!" He seized up, almost making me retract my finger. "Did I do something?" I asked, remaining in contact. "Nah, I just haven't wanked in a while." Tyson responded.

I continued to touch him in various places along his cock, the head, the base, the length and of course, his fint. Each touch brought a gasp from Tyson and soon came my second command. "Stroke." Once again I carried it out to the letter. I made smooth strokes across all of his length, starting at his base and moving up to his head before bringing his pre down with each stroke.

Tyson was soon sweating to the point where it was farce. I took my own move for once and got down on my knees. I didn't need to worry about my briefs getting wet, so I got down as low as possible. I rubbed my thumb near to his genital slit, but not instead since Tyson didn't seem like a guy for would want something in there. With my other hand I rubbed the cock by making a fist around it. My nose of course found its way to the side of Tyson's dick to sniff and marvel over the prize.

My erotic actions brought Tyson more and more arousal, and more pre. Drops of it oozed off of his cock and onto my face, Tyson grunted "Kinky!" I tried not to laugh at Tyson's bawdy remark. I also tried not to scrap Tyson with my nails, since I'd forgotten to cut them down to size. Once I'd finished rubbing around his slit, I pushed against his crotch and landed a long lick across his pink cock. I don't think Tyson had ever received attention quite like it, his eyes were rolling in his head and his cheeks were bright red.

(6)

Next I pushed my nose against his filled ball sack and fondled it with a hand. Every squeeze or grope of his sensitive skin made him squirt more pre onto my head. I pinched his bollocks and pulled down on them slightly to fit one side of them in my mouth. I sucked on it for a few seconds before softly biting down. Tyson didn't even look like he'd noticed, he was staring at the roof and touching his cock with his own hands.

After fondling his dangling balls for a few more moments I pushed the tip of a finger into Tyson's genital slit. The man gasped with surprise, anger and pleasure all mixed up into a stew of emotions. He relaxed again and left me to deal with his libido. Worrying too much about hurting Tyson, I took my finger out of his genital slit and replaced the kinky action with a light blow job.

I pushed the tip of his cock into my mouth and sucked a bit. I bobbed up and down, stopping when I felt like gagging.

Bob, Bob, Bob.

Tyson's cock was bulging now, pulsing almost. His cock head was slowly flaring to life and his balls seemed to be working harder than ever to make a squirt.

Bob, bob,

His cock tasting like a treat, each bob made us both ravenous for more.

_Bob, _

Tyson pushed my head back and jacked himself off , taking aim at my face. I prepared myself for what was coming, or should I say cumming? My eyes shut tight and my mouth doing the same, I leaned forwards and waited in the dark whilst Tyson fapped furiously to the memory of the blowjob.

(7)

Seconds later a steamy liquid shot out of Tyson's fint in hot strands of white mess. Each one landed across my face, sticking into my face like glue. I felt the viscous liquid leaking down my face and dripping off of my chin. I felt like Tyson was about to push a cum covered finger into my mouth or make me lick myself clean, but instead a clean towel pressed against my face.

I wiped myself down and handed it back to Tyson, relieved that I could see his face again. Tyson chuckled and helped me to my feet, "Could I have a towel to dry my legs off please?" I asked. "Sorry! We used all the towels on cleaning the cum up. You're going to have to walk back with your legs all soaked." Tyson laughed, thinking of the image of my naked body walking down the beach. "At least you can put your shirt back on." Tyson said, handing me my shirt and putting his shorts on. "Thanks." I smiled, slipping it over my head.

"Say... How come you didn't carry on fingering me?" Tyson asked whilst he was buttoning his shorts. "Oh... Err." I blushed remembering Tyson's erotic actions. "I didn't think that you wanted me to carry on. I mean... I think I touched enough hidden places. Don't you think?" "Nah. You don't do it enough. You're hands were made to make people happy." Tyson smiled. "So you think I should get a job tossing people off for a living?" "Yeah, a cute fem boy like you would make more than a living as a prostitute." I'd never thought of myself as a fem boy before, but Tyson had a point. "Maybe Corbin can set me up." I joked, although I felt bad about teasing my friend behind his back.

The two of us laughed at my joke before Tyson slung the towel bag over his shoulder, with my jeans inside, and picked me up in his arms. "Come on. Let's go home."