A little stress relief
"Do you feel like doing something risky?" I asked Chase.
"Always," he replied.
We'd been playing basketball with some kids we didn't know very well, and we got schooled. Hard. Those guys turned out to be really, really, good - we played two on two, and Chase and I got slaughtered. I get super competitive, so it really bothered me that I'd lost so badly - but at least it'd been a fair contest. We'd lost fair and square, as they say.
However, I needed some stress relief, and at the same time I was super horny. Oddly, however, I didn't want to get off - I wanted to get Chase off. I wanted to relieve some stress by giving Chase a great orgasm. And I had a very specific idea in mind for how to do that - if Chase was cool with it.
My grandparents had dragged me on a month-long cruise. I say "dragged," because I didn't really want to go, but by just the third or fourth day I realized I was having a lot of fun. Plus, I got to make a new friend - a Husky named Chase. We were both horny teenagers, and by the end of the first week of the cruise, we were jerking off together every day. Then, we started jerking each other off. I should mention that I'm gay and Chase is straight. I never in a million years thought he'd want to actually touch my dick, never mind jerking me off. But he said he didn't think about it in terms of gay or straight.
"You like guys, and I like girls," he said. "And so what? Doesn't mean we can't have a good time, feel good together, get each other off."
I'd never met anyone like him, with that kind of open attitude.
Somewhere in the middle of week two, I blew him. I'm still pretty inexperienced at that kind of thing, but I guess I did okay. Chase came pretty quickly, and I swallowed (first time doing that). He tried to blow me, but he just couldn't do it. He licked my dick a few times - which felt amazing - and then he got the whole thing in his mouth (which felt really amazing), but after that he had to stop. Like I said, he is straight, and I guess we'd found his limit. Jerking me off? Sure, he honestly enjoyed it. Anything more than that? Nope, not comfortable with it. Which is fine. It's not like anything was required, or anything. And I was perfectly happy to go down on him, and not expect the same thing in return,
I'm a Boxer. I'm kinda slender, with a thick chest. My tail is stubby, and my small ears stand up straight. Most of my fur is brown - except for my tail and my ears, which are black. I have a small amount of black fur on my fingers and toes, and my thick, meaty muzzle is black, too. So's my wide nose. My fur is super short, while Chase has this soft, thick, fluffy fur that I really admire. Being a husky, his fur is white on his feet, paws, legs, arms, stomach, and chest - and black on his back and his butt. The fur on his long muzzle is white, and so is the fur around his eyes. His ears and the top of his head are all black. Oh, and his long, fluffy tail is white on one side, black on the other. His arms and legs are shorter than mine, and his torso is thicker. He was starting to build up his biceps - they were getting pretty solid - but you couldn't really tell, with all the fur. What else should I say about Chase? He's got really cool blue eyes, and you can tell by his expression that he's usually in a good mood, amused by everything and everyone around him. He's just a friendly guy, fun to be around.
Anyway, after the basketball, I asked Chase if he wanted to do something risky, and he said yes - so I took him into the deck's public restroom. It was a huge space, with a dozen urinals and six stalls. By some miracle, no one was in there.
I led him to one of the stalls.
"Can I go down on you?" I asked. "I just want to get you off."
He was surprised.
"You don't want to come, too?" he asked.
"Maybe later?" I said.
"Okay, sure," he said with his usual easy going grin.
We went into the stall, and I sat down on the toilet.
"If anyone comes in, I'll just lift up my legs - maybe I'll sit cross-legged on the toilet. Cool?" I asked.
"Screw that," Chase said with a smile. "You said risky - right? So take your pants down."
It was my turn to be surprised. I stood up and started fiddling with the drawstring of my shorts.
"Besides," he said, "If anyone does come into this bathroom, they probably won't even see us. It's a big space."
We were both wearing nylon shorts, for the basketball. Chase had on a mesh tank top, and I was wearing a cotton tee.
I slid down my shorts and my underwear, all in one go, and I sat back down on the toilet.
Chase had undone the drawstring of his own shorts, and was slowly pulling the shorts down. He stood as close to me as he could, considering my own shorts were down just below my knees, so I couldn't spread my legs too wide. When we were as comfortable as we could be, he pulled down his underwear, and his cock flopped out. His dick is almost six inches long, with a nice, thick head. Chase wasn't tall and skinny, and neither was his dick. Chase was of average height, with a thick build, and his cock was also thick, and of average length (maybe a little more than average, however - I head somewhere five inches is the average,but who knows if that's true. My own cock is just a bit longer than six).
We were both still pretty sweaty, and as I leaned in towards Chase's cock, the twin aromas of his musk and his sweat poured into my nostrils. The exciting, heady smells turned me on right away, and the sight of his dick always made my heart beat faster. I wasn't in love with him, or anything, but I was a normal, always-horny teenager - and Chase was and is pretty damn hot.
I breathed in his smells, for a moment - and I sniffed as much as I could . . . I worried a little bit what he'd think if I sniffed his body for as long as I wanted to. The combined smells of sweat and deodorant from his armpits, the musk pouring off of him, the tang of sweat from his furry balls, the intoxicating scent coming from his backside - I inhaled all of it, I filled my lungs with it. I felt my nuts tighten, and my dick began to get hard.
Slowly, oh so slowly, I ran my tongue along the head of Chase's cock, then ran it up the shaft. I wanted to take my time - if he was cool with that. I wanted to make this last. I wasn't sure how to do that, true, but I was pretty sure I could figure it out. Maybe if I just explored for a minute - ran my tongue over every single inch of his penis? And his balls, of course - I didn't want to forget the balls (I nearly had, last time).
I licked along the shaft some more, ran my tongue over the vein running along the underside, slid my tongue over the slit at the tip of his hot cock. Soon, Chase was fully erect, and moaning a bit. Briefly, I prayed that no one would come in, interrupt us.
I licked the head, focusing on that - taking my time - and I paid special attention to the underside of it. Up 'til then, my paws had rested on my hips, but I placed them on Chase's furry legs. My own dick was now fully hard, and I was getting light-headed from his musk, and the taste of his cock on my tongue. I swirled my tongue in a circle, around his thick cock-head. Then I took the head into my mouth. I took a moment to register all the sensations hitting me - all the things that were turning me on - things like, the warmth of his dick, the nearness of his fur, that amazing musk, my own pulsating dick . . .
With the tip of his cock in my mouth, I flicked my tongue along that sensitive part underneath the dick head . . . then I put my lips around his dick, and slid them down, just a bit, toward the base. Then I slid back up, then down again - just a bit, and slowly. Back up, back down - then I eased up, and let go, letting his dick slip out of my mouth. I ran my tongue down the shaft, and then I began licking his balls . . .
"oh god, oh god," Chase muttered, with his head thrown back.
I covered each testicle with my long tongue. The fur on his balls was very short, and not as fluffy as the rest of him. Soon, my intense licking had soaked that fur. I ran my tongue back up the shaft, then I took his dick into my mouth again. He moaned some more, louder this time. Once again, I wrapped my lips around his thick, hot cock - and I began sliding down the shaft, going further this time. Up and down I went, still not going very fast. At that point, a steady stream of pre started coming out, and I felt it slide down my throat. There'd been a thin layer of sweat on his balls, which I'd lapped up, and now that sweat mingled with the pre . . .
Briefly, I let go, again - and ran my tongue along the shaft, down to the balls, back up to the tip. Erect, swollen, his cock seemed larger. The sight of it, the taste, was turning me on so much. I knew I'd have to jerk off afterward.
I took him back into my mouth. With my lips around his thick, Husky dick, and my tongue firmly on the underside of the shaft, I made my way up and down - going faster now. Speeding up, I got all the way down, to the base - his cock was at the back of my throat, and I fought back the urge to gag. I started going and up down the shaft, faster, holding it firmly with my lips, my tongue. Suddenly, Chase gave an excited woof, and he started thrusting. His paws were holding my head tightly, and he started thrusting into my face, getting faster and faster . . . fucking my mouth, basically . . . it was a total shock, but it was also incredibly exciting . . .
and then he suddenly stopped, and pulled out. Puzzled, I glanced up, and saw a worried look in his eyes.
"Was that . . . " he was breathing heavily. "Did I . . . was that too much? I wasn't going to - I didn't plan that . . . "
"It's okay," I said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
His dick was throbbing and pulsing so much, it was almost shaking.
I put my lips around it, took it back into my mouth . . . and he started thrusting again. I began matching his thrusts, and whenever my lips got down to the base of his hot, throbbing cock, I felt his balls slap into my muzzle. Everything about this was so goddamn hot. Pretty soon he stopped, and his entire body stiffened. He moaned - very loudly - and he came. His spunk pumped out, a warm load, it filled my mouth, and I swallowed as fast as I could. When the flow seemed to stop, I used my tongue to milk out the last drops - when I did that, he gasped and shivered, his paws still clutching my head. For a second, I held his cock in my mouth, as it slowly went soft . . . then I let it slip out.
Chase leaned forward, spent, putting his paws on my legs. Slowly, he got his breath back to normal.
"wow," he grinned a typical Chase grin.
"yeah . . ."
Then he stood up, his shorts and underwear down around his ankles.
"On your feet," he told me, still smiling.
When I stood up, he gently turned me around, so I was facing the toilet. Then he lifted up the seat, and looked down at my pulsing dog dick. Using his right paw, he started masturbating me - slowly at first, then faster and faster.
I lasted about a minute. I was already so turned on, and the feel of his warm paw on my dick - and the feel of his warm, furry body right next to me - pushed me over the edge. Thick, ropy strands of my spunk shot up in the air, then splashed down into the toilet. I yipped, loudly, and felt my whole body vibrating.
For a minute, neither of us could do anything. We stood there, shorts still down, just shaking a little bit from exhaustion and excitement.
I noticed that all my spunk had gone into the toilet - no mess, that way.
"You have really good aim," I said.
For some reason, we both found that hilariously funny. I guess we were just still buzzing from the high of coming.
The taste of his spunk was still in my mouth. I thought of how he'd thrusted, how turned on he'd been, and I very much looked forward to doing that again - soon.