FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Andrew was not having a good day.

Sure, it was supposed to be—who wouldn't enjoy a sunny day at the beach with his friends? Feeling the ocean salt in his fur, the cool water and the warm sun, the sand and the sound of waves; he may have been a bat, but even he could appreciate the idea. Even if he'd gotten back into his old, nocturnal sleeping schedule over the summer, and so had been struggling to stay awake the entire time. Even if his friends had ditched him when he'd finally lost the battle, the warm sand under his towel and the gentle lapping of the waves against his toes lulling him into slumber. Even if they hadn't been there to shake him awake when the tide started rolling in.

Waking up to his lungs filled with sea water and the rushing waves slowly pulling him down was not Andrew's idea of a fun day at the beach.

And so that was how he found himself laying on his side on a cot in the lifeguard's tent, chest sore and face burning with shame and humiliation. He'd been pulled out of the water pretty quickly, apparently—he'd been too busy panicking at the situation he'd woken up in to really take stock of what was happening around him—and had been given CPR on the beach, then carried into the shelter of the tent to rest and recover. Still, being the guy who fell asleep below the tide line and had to be rescued by the lifeguard probably wasn't going to do him any favors socially.

The tent flap rustled, and Andrew lifted one winged forearm with a pained squeak as a dagger of sunlight cut into the shadows of the tent. “Oh! Sorry kiddo." Andrew heard a deep, but cheery voice as the tent flap dropped back into place, and the bat finally looked up to meet the smiling gaze of his rescuer. A tall shark, his firm, compact muscles almost completely on display; the lifeguard was only wearing a speedo and skimpy tank-top. Andrew felt his cheeks heat up with more than just embarrassment as the other male approached. “How're you feeling?"

“Alright," Andrew muttered and lowered his gaze, quickly jerking it away from the speedo-clad expanse of the shark's crotch. The male was hot. Really, really hot. And of course he'd have to be the one to see Andrew flailing and choking and vomiting up a gallon of seawater.

The bat squeaked again as a rough, heavy hand landed atop his head, and began to rub carefully. “That's good to hear. You seem to be recovering pretty well, but I still gotta check you out to make sure. Can you sit up?"

“Yeah…" Andrew kept his gaze downcast as the shark helped, the lifeguard's strong, yet gentle hands rubbing the bat's shoulders. He could feel the burning in his cheeks grow more intense as the shark prodded at his chest, and then rubbed over it while asking if it still hurt. Andrew just shook his head as he became painfully aware of the fact his own scrawny, scraggly upper body was bare, the only article of clothing on his still-damp body a pair of loose swim trunks. Swim trunks that were starting to grow tighter at how close the buff, gently-murmuring shark was.

“Uhhh kiddo? Yoo-hoo…!"

Andrew blinked and shook himself out of his wandering thoughts as the shark waved a hand in front of his face. Again, the bat could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment as he met the other male's gaze. “Sorry, what was that?"

“I asked you to tell me how many fingers I'm holding up. You, uh, you sure you're good?"

“Yeah, sorry." Mark took a glance at the shark's hand. “You're holding five up right now."

“Well yeah, now I am, but…" The shark sighed and seemed to let it go, but still looked deeply concerned as he cupped Andrew's cheeks and leaned in closer to look into the bat's eyes. Andrew couldn't stop another weak squeak; he knew the lifeguard was probably checking to make sure he didn't have brain damage or something, but that still didn't stop the thrill down his spine at the muscular, sparsely-dressed, attractive male's proximity. “What's your date of birth and age, kiddo?"

The bat rattled off the digits, trying to tame his stumbling tongue. “So I'm, uh, nineteen. Not a, uh… you know… a kid." Andrew shifted on the cot in discomfort; he was well aware of how thin and gawky he was, and was used to people mistaking him for being much younger than he actually was, but it was still mortifying every time it happened.

“Oh! Sorry." The shark's own cheeks flushed as he stammered out his apology. “You just look, uh… ahem. Anyway. You remember your name, right, kiddo- …uh, buddy?" He offered Andrew another smile, awkward and strained at his faux pas.

“Andrew."

“Right! Good to meet you, Andrew. I'm Ethan." The shark's smile widened into a toothy grin as he offered his hand—and quickly closed back up when the bat's eyes widened at the site of the many sharp teeth hidden behind his lips. “Well, uh, you seem to be okay, but I'd recommend some more rest. You can stay in here if you want, and I can radio the guy on duty to let your friends know you're okay."

“Sure, sounds good to me." Andrew could kick himself for letting the opportunity to shake the shark's hand pass him by, and twiddled his thumbs in his lap. “You, uh, you need to get back out there?"

“Nah. Besides, it'd be best if you had someone to keep an eye on your during your recovery. No offense, but you did just almost drown, so…"

“Uh, yeah."

An awkward silence began to fill the tent. Andrew's gaze dropped down to the floor, while Ethan shifted from foot to foot; the bat couldn't stop his eyes from being attracted to the movement, and he furtively watched the way the shark's calves bulged and flexed. Finally, Ethan spoke. “Uh, you want some water, Andrew?"

Andrew squeaked in surprise as he was shaken out of his thoughts once more, and looked back up to Ethan's face as his own grew hot again. “Yeah, sure. I, uh, think that'd help."

Ethan nodded, then turned and bent over to open and rifle through a large ice chest sitting against the tent wall. And for a moment, Andrew was treated to a perfect view of the shark's firm, round ass; the shark's speedo left absolutely nothing to the imagination, hugging the curves of Ethan's muscular glutes and latched by a thin strap around the thick tail above them. The bat even caught a hint of the shark's crack in the gap, what must've been the bottom edge of the male's slit showing through the thin fabric between Ethan's compactly-built thighs. Then the moment was over, and Ethan rose up and turned around to offer Andrew the dripping water bottle in his hand. “Here you g-guh!“

Why was the lifeguard staring at him like that, red showing through the shark's gray cheeks and across his snout? Andrew blinked, looked down at himself, and squeaked as he hunched over. His appreciation for the show Ethan had inadvertently given him was making itself known; his swim trunks were tented with the bat's turgid, throbbing erection, and a sticky wet spot had already formed at the tip.

“Hey, uh… don't worry about it, buddy. It happens to the best of us." Andrew could hear the slight, awkward hesitance in the shark's voice, and fervently prayed for the ground to open up and swallow him right there. “I mean, uh… you did just almost die, so, uh, adrenaline and all that…" The bat flinched and let out a strangled squeak when he felt the shark pat his back, and curled further over himself to hide his shameful, embarrassed flush. “You… you want me step out while you take care of your little problem, buddy? I don't exactly have any nudie mags you can borrow, but…"

“It's, uh, it's fine. You're better than any nudie mag." Why did he say that. Why did he say that?! Andrew clenched his eyes shut and covered his head with his arms; the ground opening up to end his miserable embarrassment of an existence couldn't come fast enough.

Ethan's hand froze and stiffened on Andrew's back. “Oh. Uh, wow." Fearful of what he'd see, the bat peeked out from behind his winged forearm to look to the shark. Ethan seemed stunned, eyes wide and staring as his mouth hung open. His face covered in a deep-red flush that only made the shark even more painfully attractive. Ethan gulped. Then he smiled, small and embarrassed, and moved a hand to rub the back of his neck while the one on Andrew's spine stayed in place. “Never had anyone say that before. I'm, uh, flattered, buddy." Silence fell between the two again. Ethan shifted, glancing from the tent entrance to the bat sitting on the cot, hesitating; whether he was thinking of bolting or making sure no one was there to overhear the suddenly-uncomfortable turn in what should've been a post-drowning checkup Andrew couldn't say, but he also couldn't blame the shark either way. Finally, Ethan took a deep breath. Slowly, his free arm curled into a flex, and he glanced to the bat. “You, uh… you like what you see?"

“Yes." Andrew's answer was immediate as he emerged from the shelter of his winged forearms. “You're so… you're uh, you're very… big, and, you're…"

“…Intimidating?" the shark offered.

“No, not at all!" Andrew blushed, letting his gaze run over the shark's body. His chest and arms, the muscles of Ethan's pectorals and the flat expanse of his abs peeking out tantalizingly from beneath the shark's tank-top. His bare legs, just as strong-looking as the rest of him; compact, but every muscle from his thighs to his calves bulged beneath the gray skin with every shift of the shark's feet. Ethan's crotch, flat but unambiguously male. “You're... really, really hot."

Ethan gulped, his own flush growing hotter at the compliment. He let out a shaky laugh, and glanced at the tent entrance again before turning around and flexing his back for Andrew. “That's a first, buddy. Well then, uh… go on and enjoy the show." Andrew's eyes were drawn back down to the rise of Ethan's speedo-clad asscheeks as they bounced.

“You mean I can… uh, can I…?" Andrew's heart raced as he rose up out of his hunched posture. The tent in his trunks had only grown harder at the sight of the shark's body, and the bat squeaked and whimpered as it throbbed against the thin material. He knew he was far from attractive—scrawny and bony, awkward and gangly—but some part of him wanted to return the favor that the shark was giving him. So, breath quick and anxious and unsteady, the bat let his legs splay open a bit and leaned back to display himself. His face remained downcast, and he only occasionally glanced at Ethan to see the other male's reaction.

Ethan hesitated again, turning around to look at the bat. He glanced at the tent entrance one more time, gulping again, and then let his gaze roam over the bat's form. “Listen, kiddo, if… if we do this, you can't tell anyone. I could lose my license, and…" The shark was big and strong; intimidating, as he'd said. But in that moment, he looked frail. Small. Scared.

“I told you, I'm not a kid." Andrew trembled; not in fear, but as another shot of adrenaline—that had been what Ethan said it was, right?—surged through him. He'd always been the shy, quiet one. The one at the edge of the crowd, sitting by himself and trying not to get in other peoples' way; that was what had gotten him left below the tide line in the first place. How many opportunities had he let slip through his fingers because he was nervous, shy, anxious; Andrew didn't know, but what he did know was that he was attracted to the shark before him, and that Ethan was willing to indulge him at the very least. If he let this chance slip away like all the others, Andrew would be kicking himself over it for the rest of his life. “And I won't tell if you won't."

Ethan sighed—in relief or acceptance, the bat couldn't tell—and gave Andrew another smile. “Alright. Then, uh..." He glanced at the tent in the bat's trunks. “Make yourself comfy and enjoy the show, I guess."

Andrew did, nodding and reaching down to rub himself through his trunks. The shark looked almost disappointed for a brief second, but started flexing again to continue showing himself off. Letting his pecs bounce and bob under his shirt as his arms curled and his biceps bulged. Posing and turning this way and that. Showing off his body to Andrew. And as he did so, Andrew stroked the length of his bulge and squeezed the hard shaft hidden in his swim shorts, squeaking and moaning and watching as Ethan showed off.

The shark lifted his arms up, stretching and letting out a moan of his own, and then dipped his head down to bring his broad snout near the bared flesh of his armpit. He glanced to Andrew, gauging the bat's reaction, and then took a long, slow, deep sniff of his own scent. The bat gulped and squeaked as his cock pulsed at the sight. “Uh… smell good?"

“Yeah. Real good." Ethan took another deep whiff, and let his breath out in a low groan; they say that everyone loves their own brand, but for the shark it seemed to be something he relished. He continued breathing slow and deep, keeping his one arm lifted and hooked behind his head while his free hand rubbed its way down his chest. His stomach. Cupped his crotch as the shark ground against his palm. “Mmmf… even out of the water I've got a pretty strong sniffer, so…"

“Yeah…" Andrew gulped, trembling and squirming on the cot. This felt like a dream—one last fantasy while he drowned, maybe—but if it was he didn't want it to stop. “Can, uh… can I see more?"

“More?" Ethan finally pulled away from his armpit, looking to Andrew even as he kept rubbing his crotch. Andrew noticed that the shark seemed to be following his pace, rubbing and stroking and gripping his own package in time with the bat's movements. “You mean, uh this?" Ethan tugged at his tank-top. “Or, uh…?" His thumb hooked under his speedo, tugging at that as well. The two males teetered on the brink of going too far for a moment as the implication lingered in the air between them. Both seemed to want to take the plunge, but neither wanted to impose on the other.

Finally, hoarse and shaky, Andrew spoke up. “You, uh… can take off your shirt if you want. I'm not wearing one, so… fair's fair?"

Again, Ethan sighed and smiled to Andrew. It was a compromise, one that cut through the tension like a knife, and the shark was grateful for it. “Yeah! Uh, I mean… sure." He peeled the tight cloth up and off to bare his upper body completely. Struck with a bolt of inspiration, Ethan grinned and lifted the tanktop up to twirl it above his head, rocking his hips toward Andrew as he did so. The bat could see the outline of twin bulges pushing through clinging fabric of the shark's speedo; what had to be Ethan's own twin erections. Then the bat squeaked when the tank-top was tossed his way, landing against his chest and settling onto his crotch. Ethan laughed softly, and then struck a pose that showed off every well-defined muscle of his upper body, from his bulging biceps and delts to his bouncing pecs and down to his washboard abs. “Like what you see, kiddo? Uh, I mean, buddy?"

“Yeah… I do. I really, really do." Andrew's eager eyes roamed over Ethan's bared body, taking in every single detail. The only thing marring his view was the shark's tight red speedo, but again that left pretty much nothing it 'hid' to the imagination. “Uh, question? How, uh, how old are you if you keep calling me 'kiddo'?" Andrew winced at throwing a wet blanket on the mood, but he had to know; mostly because the word, rumbled out in the shark's deep voice as he stripped and flexed and gave him such an intimate show, was starting to send a thrill into Andrew's gut and straight to his pulsing cock.

“Uh…" The shark blinked, and then broke out of his pose to shift from foot to foot awkwardly and rub the back of his head. “Well, I'm not nineteen, that's for sure." He let out a strained chuckle. “Let's see… thirty-one, I think. Thirty-two in like a couple months, so…"

The shark wasn't quite twice his age, but he was closer to it than not. That was hot. That was really fucking hot.

Andrew gulped, squeaked, and gave Ethan a tentative smile. “So, uh… so 'kiddo' makes sense then, right? I mean, compared to you…" The bat decided to just let that thought trail off and bury his burning face in the shark's tank-top. He could smell the other male's sweat and a hint of sharper, spicy male musk, and let out a breathy moan as he ground his flat nose into the fabric. One hand moved back down to resume rubbing and squeezing his erection, grinding the sensitive shaft against the inner lining on his swim trunks.

“Smell good… k-kiddo?"

“Yeah… real good…" Andrew huffed the scent, taking it deep into his lungs, and let his breath out in a low, pleasured squeak before raising his face up from the tank-top to look to Ethan. Their eyes met, and their gazes held as the two males pleasured themselves. The bat gulped. He was going to seize this opportunity, wasn't he? No more shy, awkward Andrew that always got left in the dust. “I, uh… I kinda wish I could, you know… smellitfromthesource." He winced, but the words couldn't be grabbed out of the air and stuffed back down his throat; they were free to linger in the air between him and Ethan.

Ethan smiled. “Don't see why you can't. Scoot over."

The bat did so, gaze firmly on his curling, wriggling toes while the older male moved over to sit beside him on the cot. Their legs touched, brushed together, and the bat squeaked as he pushed his furry limb against the rough flesh of the shark's thigh. “You don't have to. I mean, all this is already too much, so… if you want…"

“Hey." Ethan gently took his tank-top back from Andrew's grip, leaving the bat with nothing to hide behind but his winged forearms. The shark's hand stroked through the shaggy fur of Andrew's back and the nape of his neck. “I offered, kiddo. I'm still offering. I should be the one saying all this to you." He let out a soft laugh which fell flat between them. “Look. You want this. And, uh… and I want this. So let's just stop dancing around each other and… well…" He looked down at his crotch—at the double erections straining the thin fabric of his speedo—and reached down to cup and squeeze it. “I need to take care of myself, and you need to take care of yourself. I'm gonna sit right here, and whatever you want to do… go right ahead." With that, he lifted the arm nearest to the bat up and rested it behind his head, and his other hand resumed rubbing his cocks.

Andrew looked to Ethan. Looked over the shark's body as his own erection throbbed with want. With need. He watched the shark rubbing and squeezing and grinding his palm against his crotch, and the bat started pleasuring himself to the sight once more. The awkward tension remained in the air, but it was slowly easing as the two males grew closer. “Are you sure?"

Ethan looked to Andrew. He smiled; no, grinned, wide and toothy, and this time Andrew didn't flinch. “Sniff my pit, kiddo."

The words, deep and commanding, did just as much as the smell to draw Andrew into the dank, sweaty hollow of Ethan's armpit. There was no hair or fur there, and so the bat could grind his sensitive nose right on the slick, aromatic flesh and breathe in the shark's musk; stronger than the lingering remnants on his tank-top, the spicy scent tingling in Andrew's nostrils and burning a path down into his lungs. Every sharp, eager sniff sent a pulse to the bat's cock, and his free arm moved around Ethan's waist so he could cling to the older male.

“That's it… nice and deep…" The shark's own voice was growing husky, his chest heaving with every huff and pant as he worked his cocks through his speedo. “Blow your load to the smell of my pit, kiddo… Squeak like that when you do, it's adorable…"

Ethan's voice. The shark's nearly-nude form against his. The peeks Andrew was taking of the shark's hand pleasuring himself—fuck, those thick cocks in his speedo looked fit to tear right through the fabric to pulse and throb and cum all over him—as the older male grunted and sighed in bliss. And the smell of Ethan's body—the shark's potent, masculine musk—filling the bat's lungs and hazing his brain. It was all so much. Too much. Andrew wanted to lap the sweat right up from Ethan's pit; from all over the shark's strong, muscular body. He wanted to pull the shark's twin erections out of his speedo and take a whiff—a taste—of them, too. He wanted Ethan bent over once more so he could peel the shark's speedo off those firm, bouncy globes, spread them wide open, and bury his face in the likely-dank cleft under the shark's tail. He wanted to feel Ethan's entire body rubbing and grinding against him, feel the shark's cocks on him, in him. Feel his cock on and in Ethan.

Andrew gasped, squeaked, and buried his face in the flesh of Ethan's armpit as he came. His cock throbbed and spurted its load into his swim trunks, making the wet stain on the bat's hip even larger. The bat clung to the shark in desperation, like the older male was the only solid thing to grasp in the maelstrom of pleasure that had overtaken him. He listened to Ethan's huffing, moaning, and panting, and then the strangled groan of the shark's own orgasm.

Afterglow set in for the both of them as they both collapsed, half-supporting each other's boneless forms. Andrew finally pulled his face from Ethan's armpit, licking his lips—he was going to be tasting and smelling the shark's pit for a while, and didn't really have a problem with that—and looked to the shark with a smile. Then his eyes widened as he squeaked and blushed at the finale of the show the shark had been giving him; Ethan's cocks were out, pulsing and throbbing in the warm air of the tent. The twin malehoods were already starting to soften, but Andrew could still see how large they must have been at peak arousal. Andrew's gaze followed the length of the thick, tapered shafts to the floor of the tent; to the gooey, white splatters and puddles of Ethan's cum.

Ethan sighed in bliss, turned to give the bat a smile as well, and noticed where the bat was looking. Again, his entire snout lit up in a deep-red blush, and the shark quickly wiped the last few dribbles of seed off of his cocks with his hand before stuffing the shafts back into his speedo. “Sorry, didn't want to go the rest of the day with cum stains showing." He brought his hand up to his mouth, opening his tooth-filled maw wide to lap up the cum on his fingers and palm, and only seemed to realize what he was doing when he was finished. He shut his jaws and offered Andrew an apologetic smile while wiping his hand on his bare side. “Sorry, I usually, uh… after I… sorry."

“I-It's fine. I… k-kinda wish I did the same." He glanced down to the stain on his hip. “Am I clear to head to the showers to wash up?"

“Sure. If you're good enough to do, uh, that…" He nodded to Andrew's crotch. “…then you should be fine to walk to the showers. But I should probably still come with you. Need to clean up a bit myself."

“Yeah."

Ethan wiped up the stains on the floor with a few tissues, grabbed a couple of cold water bottles out of the ice chest—and something off of the desk next to it—and finally helped Andrew stand so they could head out. The trip to the shower building was awkward, but thankfully uneventful; the small, squat hut was a short walk away from the lifeguard's tent, and so the two males didn't have to suffer any curious glances. The showers were also, thankfully, empty when they arrived, so they were afforded the privacy to clean themselves as thoroughly as they needed. It took a while for Andrew to scrub the cum out of the inner lining of his swim trunks, but eventually he managed to get the worst of it out and set to rinsing himself off.

Finally, fresh and clean and dried off, the two reconvened just outside of the shower building. “Here, make sure you stay hydrated, kiddo. And don't go drowning yourself again, alright?" Ethan smiled, and handed off the water bottles to Andrew.

“I-if, uh, if that's the kind of treatment I get, I might just have to." Andrew offered the shark a shaky smile in return, heart pounding as he tried to make light of the situation.

Ethan chuckled and gave Andrew a pat on the back. “You got lucky with me, kiddo. I wouldn't test it." His hand lingered on the bat's back, brushing through the soft fur, and the blush returned to the shark's face “But, uh… if you ever want a repeat performance…" The shark hesitated, and then offered Andrew a scrap of paper. When the bat took it, he saw the name 'Ethan' and a phone number scrawled in scratchy script upon it. “I mean, we could hang out sometime and see how it goes."

“Yeah!" Andrew's heart fluttered as a beaming grin broke out onto his face. “I'd, uh, I'd like that."

The two finally parted ways, Ethan making his way back to the lifeguard's tent and Andrew heading off to find his friends. They were probably worried about him; at least, they damn well should be, and the adrenaline still flowing through his body gathered up a few choice words for him to say to them. Still, even if he had almost drowned, he'd managed to meet a hunky lifeguard—to meet Ethan—and had even gotten his phone number. His stomach joined his heart in its fluttering and joyful leaping as what had just happened between them flashed through his mind, which soon turned to thoughts of what would happen when they met up again.

Overall, Andrew was having a pretty good day after all.