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Although the sun was low in the sky, the glare of the snow and ice brightened the outdoors and made it feel like an awkward blend of night and midday. The dry air was buzzing with the sound of skates on ice, only disturbed by the slap of sticks on pucks and the roaring crowd. The atmosphere was nice - stirring up melancholy memories of my childhood, all the friends I'd had and games I'd played. It had been years since I'd relieved it, and months since I'd even thought about it.
I cracked open the beer I'd smuggled in, watching the kids on the ice before me. I wasn't really hiding my drink - it was common knowledge that nobody cared at little community things like this. I felt the cold liquid chill my mouth as I drank it, the coldness a relief inside my hot parka.
“Hey, you mind sharing?"
I turned around, looking for the source of the voice. Behind me, a lanky squirrel sat on the bleachers a little to my left. His hazel fur led to a cute black nose, a kind smirk showing beneath it. I wasn't typically one for sharing with strangers, but this guy was pretty cute. I figured I could make an exception.
“Sure thing." I passed the aluminum beer can his way. The sun was beaming off of it, stinging my eyes. “So," I added, “who do you know out there?" I tipped my head towards the ice. The squirrel finished his sip before speaking, his voice gruff and close in pitch to mine.
“Oh, my little brother." He pointed to the hockey rink, but there was only one squirrel out there. I nodded my head, grabbing my beer back from his outstretched hand and taking a sip again. “You have a sibling?" He peered into my eyes.
My mouth was full, and I shook my head no as I swallowed.
“Cousin," I began. “I moved out of here a few years ago, I'm just visiting. I've never seen you around before, are you new here?"
The squirrel smiled, leaning back and letting the sun wash over his face.
“Nope, I've been here as long as I can remember. I grew up on Burrows street, ever been?"
As I beamed at the squirrel, I passed the beer back, continuing to alternate our drinking.
“No way, I was on Cornell. How did we never meet?" Burrows and Cornell street were only a block apart - hardly a sizable separation. As the squirrel swallowed his sip, he, too, smiled, chuckling with a slight chirp as looked at me.
“I guess it's not too late to meet now, though."
I could almost swear that he winked at me.
“No, it's not." I extended my gloved hand, feeling it meet his bare paw. We shook hands, and I spoke.
“I'm Devin."
“Rhys."
I knew that there was a peanut butter joke dying to be made in that name, but I figured he'd heard it. Instead, I smiled, winking back at him.
We chatted for at least an hour - reminiscing about our parallel childhoods that were so close yet totally isolated. I learned that he went to the same junior high as I did, and eventually realized that we had been just barely in different math classes. I moved up the bleachers to sit next to him. He told me about being in the closet as a kid (hardly a surprise) and I shared my own story. The game didn't matter anymore, my heart and mind completely lost to this isometric stranger.
That was when I kissed him.
It wasn't long, just a peck on the cheek. I was testing to see if he wanted to go any further, but his reaction was startling. His fur stood on end, his cheeks invisibly blushing beneath. His back was stiff, and I began to think that I'd misread the situation. Just as I was about to apologize, he relaxed back down.
“Sorry, I wasn't expecting that." His face returned to a smile, looking bashful at first but soon suggestive. “Want to get out of here?"
Suddenly, my reaction mimicked the squirrel's only moments ago - blushing and tensing my back.
“I wasn't expecting that."
My face soon morphed into a shy grin, and I nodded.
“I do, though."
The squirrel grabbed my hand, standing and leading me to the end of the bleachers. We slinked away, eventually finding ourselves in the parking lot. I expected him to lead me to his car, but instead he stopped behind a rusting blue truck, the forest on our other side.
“What are we doing?" My expression had turned quizzical, and I was staring into the squirrel's jade green eyes. His paw moved smoothly to the zipper of his parka, opening it and letting a wave of cool wind ruffle his shirt beneath.
“You'll see. Com'on, open up."
I smirked worriedly, not wanting to feel the bite of the cold. “Okay," I replied, unzipping my own coat. As soon as I did, the squirrel stepped closer, zipping one side of our parkas together.
“Little trick I learned." Rhys beamed in pride as he zipped the other side of our jackets together, forming a combined dual-coat. Despite the initial coldness, the furry body was significantly warmer than my own, and I could feel his heat against my skin.
“It's a lovely trick, Rhys." I looked at him skeptically, standing in place motionless. “Is this all?"
“No," he pulled his arm into the main cavity of our jacket, “it isn't." His other arm soon followed, his paws resting on my chest and shoulder. He pulled me closer, compressing my body against his larger chest. My gloved hands were still outside of the jacket, causing us to look like a monster with two sets of legs, eyes, and ears but only one pair of arms. I tiled my head back, looking into the squirrel's eyes. I guided the back of his head with my free hand, gently coaxing him into a kiss. He didn't resist, and their lips met quickly. The squirrel's flat tongue toyed with my own as his hands groped and massage at my body, bring soft shivers down my spine with each tender motion.
Making out with anyone nonhuman always had its surprises. Any physical contact did, really. In the case of Rhys, I noticed his peculiar teeth - long incisors, no canines, a few molars. I didn't have any contact with the last few, but I could feel his front teeth against my lips as we kissed, letting myself dismiss the weirdness of it all.
“Why didn't we do this as kids?" I laughed pressing my forehead against Rhys'. I felt his hands groping over my body, and I was noticeably swooning at his touch. He smirked, his teeth showing as he spoke.
“I think we're about to do some stuff that isn't kid friendly."
I blushed a little, still laughing at his boldness. “I don't know, I was a pretty horny teenager." Finally, I decided to follow his lead, putting my gloves in my pockets and tucking my arms into our jacket - although it was more half-a-sleeping-bag than anything. Moving on the thin strand of confidence I had in the moment, I put one arm over his shoulder, squeezing at the crotch of his jeans with another. As I did, I felt a wisp of warm breath roll out over my ear, coaxing me further into his warm embrace.
“Hey, what are we doing? I'm into it, but I'm a little confused." My head was resting over the squirrel's shoulder, and I could see for miles on the icy plain before me. There was a strange contrast of melancholy nostalgia and the teasing brightness of the future before me. I didn't know how to feel, so I felt good. The sensation of contentment was furthered when the squirrel's paw brushed over my groin, teasing me.
“How about I show you?" The squirrel's soft voice had me feeling like I was melting, but his actions were my real fascination. I felt my zipper being undone, their slight pressure being released from my waist. He mirrored this to himself, pressing his crotch against mine. I could feel his sheath against my hardening cock - causing me to leak a little. The air was still cold, but our shared jacket helped to keep our groins warm.
The squirrel slipped his thumb into my underwear, pulling them down my thighs slightly. My member pressed out against his bulge, as if it was craving his warmth. Moments later, Rhys' underwear were pulled down too, his furred flesh pressing directly against mine. His cocktip was pressing from the brown fur of his sheath, the meat nearly featureless. It was conical, much like a feline penis, but it lacked the barbs associated with it. I leaned against him, propping my body up against his. My feet were nearly weightless as I felt his paw wrap around my cock, sandwiching it against his own.
“This," he squeezed our members together, “Is what we're doing." As he began to frot us together, lubricated by the mixture of our interspecies precum, I felt my balls press up against his. They felt impossibly large, driving me to grope at them with my hand. I couldn't see his groin thanks to our coat, but my palm confirmed the sensation. His testicles were the size of apples - impossibly large for most species. I was too shocked to stay silent, instead choosing to press on with the matter.
“Fuck, Rhys." My voice was quiet and serious, my tone furtive as if I'd witnessed a bank robbery. “How big are your balls?"
The squirrel instantly chuckled, a big grin growing on his face. “Big enough."
I didn't probe the matter any further. I figured that I'd find out for myself if necessary. My mind felt hazy at his strokes, the hot wetness of his flesh against my skin, a blanket of warm air from our lusting bodies protecting us from the cold. I was blushing as hard as I ever had, my hands running through Rhys' fur as if I was holding on to him for dear life. Everything had been so spontaneous, and the thrill of doing this in public made everything throb a little bit more. The scent of his fur was gentle and sweet, cradling my thoughts as I kissed him. Our mouths meshed perpendicularly, his soft tongue chasing mine as he held me and rubbed us together.
I didn't think too much about the consequences of frotting while clothed. I squeezed his arms as his stroking got faster and faster, bringing me close to the edge. I didn't have to tell him - he was well aware of what he was doing. My six inches were sputtering thin strings of pre onto his seven, the sensation making me fall into his supporting arms. He nibbled at my ear teasingly as his grip strength rippled along my flesh. Finally, I muffled a moan in his neck fur, feeling my urethra bulge as ropes of cum leapt forth. They matted his chestfur and my shirt, the fluid smearing around on our bodies as he pressed against my chest. I waited for his orgasm to arrive, but his pace simply slowed. Picking up on my confusion, he whispered into my ear.
“I'd make a much bigger mess than you did, Dev."
Something about the way he spoke sent a shiver down my spine.
“Wanna come back to my place?"
I couldn't stomach the idea of leaving the squirrel after so short a time, so I contentedly agreed. We reset our coats to their one-person defaults after pulling up our pants, heading towards the squirrel's truck. I'd driven here with my cousin, so I wasn't leaving a car behind. The vehicle was icy, the momentary roar of the engine slowly heating it. I texted my cousin that I hopefully wouldn't be home that night - a message that was sure to earn me a scolding on oversharing. I smiled, looking over at Rhys. It almost didn't feel real, the atmosphere around me like a still life more than a reality. The rounded blanket of snow on the tree branches, snowflakes bedazzling the peaceful winter air, the hard evening sunlight diffusing off of the asphalt. I reached my hand out to the side, taking the squirrel's paw. I felt him give me a soft squeeze, a peaceful smile creeping onto his face.
I had a stupid idea as I felt the truck shaking on the rocky road. I released his hand, instead attending to his pants. The zipper came undone easily, and I was able to wiggle them down enough to expose his sheath and balls. They were big - weirdly big, actually, and I was sort of astonished. His sack didn't seem to have any excess skin, the pouch instead containing his orbs tautly under the fur. I groped them with my hand, looking up at his blushing smirk in amazement.
“Is this a squirrel thing?" I was worried to ask him the question. Sometimes, seemingly harmless species-based queries carried painful histories, and there were too many things to know. He seemed unfazed, however, and I settled slightly.
“Sort of. Rodents are pretty… Big, generally. Me more than most."
I toyed with his sack more, a stupid look of astonishment on my face. Rhys really didn't seem to mind. I could see his pink flesh protruding from his sheath, begging me for attention. I didn't hesitate for long, quickly starting to stroke it. The slickness was hot in my palm, a continuous bead of precum dribbling from its tip. I watched his face intently, ensuring that he was enjoying my treatment. Getting a little bolder, I leaned over the console between us and began licking at his cock. The taste was very strange - a mild flavour of straw behind the usual palette. He moaned out, letting his hand stroke through my blonde hair as I lapped at his flesh. Soon, I let the first half-hard inch into my mouth, letting my lips press against his sheath as pre drooled on my tongue. To be honest, I didn't exactly love the taste of it, but I wasn't planning on sharing that with Rhys.
His cock hardened inside of my mouth, letting me feel blood rushing into it against the roof of my maw. Every motion I made was deliberate, wanting to show the squirrel how good, how at home he'd made me feel earlier. I could tell he was struggling to keep his mind on the road, and I caressed the side of his torso with my hand. The pavement ahead of us went on straight for miles, and I couldn't find an ounce of worry in my thoughts.
I could feel Rhys tensing at my ministrations, his muscles tingling as I brought him within a hair of his edge time and time again. All the while, I patted his fur, weaving it through my fingers to anchor me to reality. The paw on my head pushed me down, feeling more like a strange hug than forcing me into a position. The squirrel moaned out, the first spurts of his semen belting at the back of my throat. I was surprised by the volume, each swallow making me squeeze on to him tighter, worried that I'd make a mess. I felt each dense rope of thick seed running down my throat, seasoning my tongue with bitterness and heavy salt. There was a sweetness to it, but it was hard to detect over the muskier flavours.
The squirrel's emission didn't disappoint, coming forcefully and with tremendous quantity. I felt like I was drinking a full glass of hot spunk, feeling it coat my insides. Eventually, his orgasm tapered off, leaving me with a burning saltiness in my mouth as I withdrew myself. His paw ran down my arm as I sat up, settling back in my palm. There was a surrealness to the situation, a tingling of malaise that made the afterglow feel fabricated. Maybe it was just me, though.
I lay back in my seat, closing my eyes as night began to fall. As I held Rhys' hand, I began to realize why I felt so odd. This wasn't my home anymore.