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I hiccup, feeling the dollar store beer mixing in my stomach with three tofu dogs.
"Ya okay?" Daxton looks over at me, the salamander nursing a glass of instant lemonade and peering over at me with those insanely huge blue eyes of his.
"Yee." I respond, nodding sage-like in his general direction before peering ahead again. It's hard to meet Daxton's gaze, the way his eyes just seem to pierce you. He scrutinizes everything - probably had judgy parents.
Shit. Now I'm judging him. Don't be a dick.
I bring myself to look back at him, to which Daxton perks a smooth eyebrow in my direction, which slowly turns to a more sheepish expression.
"Uh.. Carl?" he sets his drink down on the coffee table, "Are you drunk again?"
I realize I've been staring at him for a good 15 seconds now. My car on-screen has been revving against a wall, the game's soundtrack looping as a countdown timer creeps closer toward zero. I blink, hitting pause.
"Probably a little twisted, Dudeman. I kinda got bored after everyone ran off to talk amongst themselves and just started going ham on the cooler, y'know?"
Daxton frowns, but nods - reaching across my lap to take the controller. He restarts the mission.
"Oh. Yeah. I know how you feel."
"Usually.. I don't drink. And, that's not just because I'm not 21 yet. I just am not really a super huge fan or drinking alone. Just seems lame."
"And that's less lame than smokin' weed by your lonesome?" he retorts, selecting a new vehicle from the selection screen before starting the race again.
"Yes," I respond.. though I kinda end up adding an "sh" sound to the end of it, so it sounds more like, "Yesh." The salamander lets out a little amused noise before I start speaking again, "-and actually.. wait, have you never gotten high before?"
"Do I look like the kinda guy who knows a lot of local drug dealers?"
"Uh, dude, you live in Echo now. If you know anyone in town, you know a drug dealer. Das just da way it is," I do jazz-hands for effect. He doesn't pay attention to my jazz-hands since he's too busy staring at the screen, so I "jazz" them closer to his face.. until they are covering said face.
The salamander flubbers his lips, "Carl! Fhyeh!" he shoves my hands away, his brow furrowed with a soft frown on his face, "..Jesus, you have big hands."
For some reason, that makes me smile.
"I'm a ram, dude. It comes with the territory. Big hands, big horns, big.."
"Don't."
"-PENIS."
I pop the "P" sound for emphasis.
Daxton acts like he is focusing more on the game. Probably because he is. He's a true major league gamer, after all.
"Stop distracting me, I have no idea what I'm doing," he grumbles, his sporty-looking coupe drifting around a rain-slick corner - the car in 5th place. He's silent for like a full minute before finally speaking again, "You are starting to sound like Flynn and that Leo guy. Is your whole friend group all horny or something?"
I snerk, trying to contain my grin, even as a pang of embarrassment builds from that accusation. Am I perverted? Or is Flynn's horndogging making us all get graded on a curve here? And what does Leo have to do with anything?
"Dude, I'm not creepy, I swear. Now.. drink more of your lemonade and ignore the fizzing and metallic taste..." I flop my supposed "big hand" onto his shoulder and Daxton flinches. He's probably not used to hanging out with other people like this. Especially alone.. in a giant house.. in the middle of the desert with no one around for like a mile. Noting this, I draw back, "Er, wait, hold on. What makes you think Leo is pervy?"
I see those big eyes of his flick to where my hand was, then back at the screen, "Well, how he acts towards his ex-slash-not-really-his-ex. I was hangin' next to them when they were dancing and they were just straight up chatting 'bout Leo sticking his dick in hot dog buns and it not being able to fit."
"He what? Wow." I thin my lips, trying to picture that. I remember when Leo started first dating Chase, and it was so weird to try and imagine him and the otter together. Like.. intimate-like. Made my stomach feel kinda twisty. With them having been separated, it's a feeling I haven't felt in a long time.
"He's probably tryin' to get back together with him, right? Bragging about how big his donger is and all that?"
I shrug, "Uh-huh. That sounds about right."
"I mean, I-I've heard what they say about wolves and such bein' big and all. Downstairs-wise."
"Gross exageration by the porno industry, Dudeman."
"So, you've seen his weiner then?"
I blink. He sure is distracted by this. And.. have I seen his dick? Probably, like ages ago when we were changing in the pool. And when Chase and I were together and I walked in Chase's room to see him tugged up in the air in a full-nelson manuever - Leo behind him.. though in that case, I only really saw the wolf's balls.
I shift in my seat, "I guess? Do you have a thing for wolves?"
"No! I mean, I ain't got nothin' against 'em or anything. I'm just trying to get to know everybody, since I'm kinda becoming part of the group or whatever."
The statement catches me a little off-guard. I hadn't really regarded Daxton as being part of the holy union that is "the group". I mean, there's years and years of baggage that comes with that definition.
"So, starting with learning about his dick," I nod with my eyes closed, making a serene face of understanding, "A man after my own heart."
I'm not sure if amphibians are like primates and capable of blushing, but if he could, Daxton would probably be turning pink right now. Or blue. Or green. What color is salamander blood again?
"What color is your blood?" I ask, smiling lopsidedly.
"..."
"What?!"
Daxton peers over at me with widened eyes - pausing the game. He looks me over for a sec before speaking, "Uh, I reckon I might head home for a bit. You seem a little too drunk right now, and I really didn't drink much myself."
That sharp pain that pierces through my head whenever I realize I said something fucking stupid goes off, and I cringe at myself. Goddamnit, you fucking weirdo.
"Wha-? Nah, nah, Dudeman - I'm fine, I swear. This is fun."
"Er, I guess. But you ain't really yourself right now, so..." He sets the controller down, grabbing up his cell phone and rising up to his feet.
"Awww, what?" I try to push myself up, but little lights start popping up in front of my eyes and my hooves feel unsteady, so I fall back onto my knees on the couch, hanging over the back as I reach out toward the departing salamander, "C'mon, we can chill for a bit."
"Carl, it's fine, I gotta do some edits on homework stuff anyway."
"Text me..?"
Daxton picks up his keys from the island countertop in the kitchen, giving me a thumbs up. Without another word, he's out the door.
I remain there in place, staring at the spot where he once was with a cold feeling in my stomach, contrasting heavily with the warm and fuzzy feeling of the alcohol. Just when things were starting to look a little better, I fuck it up. Minutes pass before I finally muster some sort of energy to hobble back up, squinting through the blurred vision and pounding in my head. For a second, I think I hear someone whisper something, but no one else is here.
I use the handrail to guide myself up the stairs to my bedroom, kicking aside dirty clothes and an empty carton of energy drinks before flopping my fat ass on the bed. It creaks in audible protest to my weight. My mental state is already addled. Why not addle it more? It's not like I have anything to do tomorrow.
I glance at the ironed dress-shirt and red tie in my closet.
...Except a life changing job interview.
Reaching over, I fumble blindly around the top drawer of my nightstand and grab one of the joints I rolled earlier this morning. Jeremy mentioned something about this not being the usual stuff he gets shipped in, but he didn't ask too many questions. I light up, taking a deep inhale from the end before slowly letting it all out.
I watch the glo-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling spin around - never staying in one place for too long: back-and-forth.. back-and forth. It kinda feels like I'm being rocked, like in a crib or something. It's oddly soothing rather than nauseating. Stuffing my handing into my pocket, I find my phone and check it: no new messages.
Well, it's only been like 15 minutes. Why would he text me? He's probably still driving home on that little vespa of his.
It's not dark out yet, just a little orange shining through the blinds. I used to love sitting by my window and watching the sunset while I listened to music. It's been so long since I've done that. Nowadays though, I can't just sit around and do nothing.
Cause then I start to think - really, really think about everything and this whole situation I'm in: the direction my life is going, the direction everyone else's life is going, and everything my parents said I should be doing but I'm just not. I always say "I can't". They said I could, but I kept proving them wrong, until eventually the encouragements stopped flowing in and they turned more toward just.. numb disappointment. I've been written off.
Maybe I should take some sleeping pills. Are those the ones you can't mix with alcohol, or was that antidepressants? Painkillers? I don't remember. They're in my parents' medicine cabinet.
I try to push myself up but the spinning intensifies. There's no use. Just gotta close my eyes and.. try not to think.
---
-BZZZT-
I awaken with a start, conking my horns on the nightstand.
"Nyaaaagh..." I rumble eloquently, grabbing my vibrating phone. It takes me a second for my eyes to adjust. The clock on it says 9:00 PM, and the darkness outside pretty much confirms this. The text message is from Leo. Surprisingly, he's not asking me where Chase is.
L: corl
That's almost how my name is spelled. He's learning!
C: Leooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I text him back, holding down the "o" key for as long as it takes for me to rub the sleep out of my eyes. Surprisingly, I don't feel like shit like I usually do after naps and/or gulping down shit tons of alcohol. It's not like a usual high either. More-so "waking up on the right side of the bed", as my mom used to say.
L: chase n i are swinging by ur place in afew
C: why?
L: to hang ouit. got leftover hot dogs n sandwiches
Ordinarily, the idea of "surprise hang-outs" would put me right the fuck on edge, and Leo knows this. However, it doesn't actually feel like that much of a bad idea. Chase is leaving Sunday, after all.
C: sounds good, hombre
L: gringo
I slap my phone down and finally manage to get my ass out of bed, realizing I don't have time to shower, but should throw on a new pair of clothes and some body spray, at least. I'm kinda surprised Leo and Chase hit it off so well at the party, since Chase was avoiding him hanging with Flynn all week up to this point. Yet there they were, dancing together, hanging out in the house, hugging…
Hm.
I stare at my undressed self in the mirror and grab the base of my cock giving it an idle twirl. It spins once before falling back down, resulting in a meaty slap against my thigh.
"Ow." I wince, staring at the pink cockhead which rests between my knees. I apparently forgot the weight of my own bigass dick. Next thing I know I've got my fists on my hips, posing some from the side - sucking in my gut and checking out my muscles, which are still mostly covered by layer or two (or three) of fat. Maybe I shouldn't wear a baggy hoodie and shorts today. I bet I have something more.. form-fitting in the back of my drawers somewhere.
I don't know why I feel so.. -good- right now. Like a fog of fatigue that's been weighing down on me for longer than I can remember is just straight up -gone-. While I scrounge through my dresser, I grab my phone - smirking down at it as I tap away, peering at Daxton's blue face from the contact picture I took earlier. He was surprised by the flash, and has this goofy, startled look on his mug. The messenger app says he's offline, but I start typing anyway.
C: Dudeman.
C: Srry for earlier.
C: Beer is social lube, but i know ur still a first timer
C: I wanna hang with u more. Ur a cool dude and funny as fuck. Im a lucky dude to have met ya
C: lets watch adastra again soon
I pause, thinking.
C: (sober) <3
I fumble around in the back of my drawer when my fingertips feel something silky and soft. I tug it out and instantly recognize the navy blue color and white, bold print "PUEBLO UNIVERSITY" lettering. It's a muscle-shirt that I got the first week of freshman year at PU. I honestly thought I chucked all this shit. Slipping it on, the fabric strains against the contours of my body. It isn't really designed for folks with guts like mine, but only about an inch of said belly really sticks out the bottom. It's the male equivalent of a cleavage window, right?
It looks like I don't really have anything non-baggy pants-wise.. for obvious reasons. Everyone just thought I went through a cargo-pants phase once I hit puberty and never looked back. Little did they know, I guess. I grab a pair of white sweatpants, foregoing underwear as I use my whole hand to cup my meat and balls back to shimmy the waistband up over them.
I'm not usually a commando or naturalist type, so going without my boxer-briefs is not a feeling I'm used to. As I descend the stairs, I have to slow my steps to prevent my reproductive bits from swinging about and audibly clapping. I must be crazy for thinking this is a good idea.
-THUD THUD THUD THUD-
The trademark heavy knocking of Leo is unmistakable, and I hear his baritone voice through the front door.
"Carl! You awake?"
Am I awake? Of course I am. It's 9:00 PM, not 1:00 PM.
"Yeah-yeah, I'm coming!"
I head to the foyer, though I pause for a second as I realize how quiet everything seems. Kind of a weird vibe. Again, I reach for my phone and switch over to my music - connecting to the bluetooth speakers around the house. Usually the folks just listen to like new agey-lounge music that's pretty inoffense. But we're not here tonight for "inoffensive". Let's get -dubious-. I sort my playlist by "date added" and press "oldest first", then select the song at the top of the list.
♫ WUB WUB WUB WUB WUB REE, WUB WUB WUB WUB WUB REEEEEE ♫
Ahhh, that's it. It feels like I'm living in a 360-no scope compilation vid. I open the door just as the bass drops.
"Yo."
The duo both stare at me - mainly at the shirt, or at least how it kinda shows everything off.
"Hey..." Chase says, shifting his gaze back to my eyes. He's trying to see if they're red - if I'm high or not. I'm used to it.
"I didn't know you had pecs, " Leo muses.
After a moment, Chase blinks, perking an ear toward the music inside.
"...Wait. Oh my God. It's like we're sharing headphones on the bus home from Payton after school all over again." The otter smiles a little at me. I smile back.
Leo looks down at him, "You listened to this stuff?"
"It's music for true, hardcore gamers. You wouldn't understand, man," I interject, smirking lazily up at him.
Leo perks a brow at that, "Uh-huh, yeah. Maybe turn it down some."
To be honest, the bass is starting to rattle the furniture, so I tap at my phone and nod obligingly, "Yeah, maybe just a bit."
The wolf clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth, stepping inside with a bag of food in hand, "It's 2015. Who listens to dubstep anymore?"
Chase doesn't respond to Leo's question, meandering into the kitchen, his paws in his pockets as he watches me, "Heh, you okay Carl? You seem kinda.. Heightened."
I make a show of pouting out my lips and canting my head, "Hm? Oh, really? Maybe it's just cause you're here."
Chase rubs the back of his neck, "Uh, wow, Carl. Flattered to be here."
Leo has his brow furrowed at me, laying out the food from earlier and grabbing condiments from the fridge, "I am also here."
"Hi Leo," I make a show of waving toward him. He lets out a bemused grunt, then waves back.
We end up spending the next 30 minutes heating everything up again and shooting the shit. I can tell Chase seems a bit sensitive about what he's been doing these past few days, staying over at Flynn's and all. I don't really wanna out him or anything, so I keep my mouth shut whenever that topic comes up. It's not a bad looking dinner, all things considered: steaming hot dogs and sandwiches packed full. As one of those lame-ass herbivore types, I stick to the tofu dogs and packing my sandwich full of bell peppers, lettuce, onion, tomatoes, and provolone cheese. The stereotype that us goats will eat anything is pretty damn overstated.
I get the impression that Leo and Chase have probably had a pretty heavy conversation recently, Leo lingering close to the otter and Chase kind of looking more awkward than usual. Not toward me, though. I stand next to him, nudging and prodding him to make him smile. Usually with these two around and no one else, I end up being the third wheel, and I keep to myself. Not tonight, though.
I take out the tray of hot dogs and set them on top of the stove, taking a pair of tongs and making grabby motions with it toward Chase, “Hey dude, get your buns over here and let me put some meat ‘em.”
Chase rolls his eyes, but he’s smiling. Of course, I then use said tongs to pinch his butt, to which he audibly ‘urks’
“Agh, hey!” he scrunches his face, nostrils flaring a bit. He doesn’t look mad though. He just whacks me with that bigass tail of his.
Fortunately, I’m a sturdy bastard, so I only drop a -few- hot dogs, tripping over onto my ass. Having hooves means I don’t have as keen a grip on recently polished tile flooring.
“Oh, damn, I’m sorry!” Chase says, looking genuinely apologetic. I’m a little surprised at his concern, since we used to rough-house all the time. He crouches down, offering his arm for support. I take it, pushing myself up and giving him a gentle squeeze. He’s so damn soft. Maybe someone finally convinced him to shower? Good for him!
“S’okay. I’ve got padding. Can you get the dogs? 10 second rule.”
Chase gives me a skeptical look.
“Dude, my parents keep this floor cleaner than any kitchen you know. They even got a roomba - the robot vacuum thing that eats all the crumbs. So, no worries about extra seasoning.”
“Whatever you say, man.”
Chase bends down to pick up the hot dogs, and I use the opportunity to get a discreet glance or two at his derriere, especially the way his shorts strain to cup each of his two plump buttcheeks. I can feel myself start to grow more stiff in my sweatpants, and my hand unconsciously starts to move closer to a cheek, though Leo steps around the counter.
“Yeah, those should be fine, but you gotta have a strong grip, goatboy,” Leo says, glancing down the hall, “I gotta use your bathroom. My stomach is killing me.”
“Yeah, go for it.”
He nods, giving me a little bit of an inquisitive look before leaving. He probably assumes I’m just messing around, right? Though, it’s starting to feel different than it usually does, like I have a surge of confidence I’ve just never used. He stands about eight inches taller than the both of us, so he does still have an intimidating, carnivore presence, but I definitely have more bulk.
I watch him go down the hall before turning my attention back to Chase, who is inspecting his floor-dogs for any gross floor stuff on it.
“Hey, if you wanna be picky about it, I’ve got some better meat for you to use. Might not fit in that bun though, dude.” I tease, standing at the edge of the counter to kinda hide my whole stiffening in the pants situation.
Chase laughs. Rubbing his face. He looked a little tired when he first came over. Glad to see him livening up.
“Oh nooo…” He groans, “Did you overhear Leo talking about that stuff at the party?”
I shake my head, “Nah. Daxton did. He told me.”
“That’s worse.”
“So he really didn’t fit into the hot dog bun?”
“Uhh…” Chase shifts from one foot to the other. We never really were the type of friends to talk about sex stuff. I guess after he stopped hanging around as much with me to be with Leo all the time, I didn’t really have much interest in hearing about how much “fun” they were having together, “We definitely couldn’t close it.”
We end up looking at each other, though hazel eyes of his peering right at me with that same kinda sheepish, but good-mood-laden expression. Seconds pass. He doesn’t turn away. I don’t either. I can’t take it anymore and break the silence.
“So, uh, how does he compare to this hot dog…?”
Chase cants his head curiously as I reach down into my sweats and grab hold of the base of my shaft. I’m starting to become achingly stiff, but there’s still some flexibility in it. With my free hand, I set a bun down on the counter.
-THWAP!-
I flop up a foot and a half of my dick and it just straight smashes onto the bun. Though it makes an impressive sound, dropping one’s hose down on a marble counter top with no cushion also kinda hurts. I grit my teeth, trying to pass it off as a grin. Needless to say, that bun does not even come close to containing all of me.
“H-holy SHIT, Carl!” Chase’s voice is shakey, the otter biting the inside of his cheek and actually approaching to confirm this thing is really attached to me, and it isn’t some kind of prank.
“Hey, you don’t have to put ketchup and mustard on it this time, if you don’t want to, dude,” I say, like a complete cocky shithead. Honestly, his reaction is turning me on a lot. I’m already leaking out the slit, pooling precum on the counter. I reach out a hand and resting it on his waist, rubbing him, “It isn’t gonna bite you. C’mon, I made this one just for you.”
Despite his shock, I can see that tell-tale bulge in Chase’s shorts that is forming just from being in the presence of this thing. He’s nervous, so I continue to pet his side, showing him everything’s okay and to not freak out on me like a few girls in high school did. Fortunately, I watch his hand reach out and lay gingerly upon the top of it.
“Jesus, it’s -hot-.”
“Yeah, uh.. That tends to happen to it when you get boners. I mean, er.. When you prepare your meat correctly, my dude,” I nod, keeping up the act. Very smooth.
Those fingertips trail up to the head, where I’m most sensitive, and my dick bounces. Chase flinches, us both watching another ooze of precum spill out from the slit. I finally clear my throat to speak,“So.. you wanna, y’know.. Eat this delicious hot dog I made for you, Chase Hunter? As your best friend, I think you can trust me with this shit,” I pause, then speak quicker in a more straightforward tone, “Also please don’t actually bite down on it.”
“U-um…” Chase swallows, his mouth watering from just looking at it, “Yeah, as your best friend, I’d be, um.. Happy to oblige?” He takes my dick in his hands, looking initially surprised at its heft, then brings up the head to his own. He doesn’t even need to crouch down. The otter opens his maw, sizing up the girth in comparison to his own muzzle.
Noting the whole trepidation I’m seeing, I bring my hand up to his shoulder, trying to get him to look me in the eyes instead of the piss-slit, “You can do it, babe.”
I’m not sure why I called him “babe”. It just felt appropriate. Yet, it looks like it worked, since Chase practically swoons as he meets my gaze.
- HOOOORK, SPLRCH, CRK~ -
Wow.
He is really.. Really not very graceful at this is he? He just got past the tip and he’s already drooling out the side of his jowls. At least he’s going through the effort of holding up the hot dog bun under it, though. I can already feel the entrance to his throat, the tip of my meat pushing into it
“Phew.. ugh.. Damn. Yeah, get it all wet. Man.. I shoulda showed you this back in high school before you got with Leo. Maybe things mighta turned out different…” I watch his reaction, stroking the side of his face with my hand before cupping it all dominant-like, “Would have made our bus rides go by faster. Gonna be pretty tough to go back to Leo after this, huh?”
I can see a flicker of guilt in his eyes as he sucks upon the end, to which I quickly offer a reassuring pet to the otter, “It’s okay, babe. I got you. I got you.”
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It feels like just about 15 minutes pass before Leo walks in, sniffing the air. I stand opposite of him on the other side of the kitchen island, my chin over my crossed forearms as I peer up at the wolf a bit lazily.
“Whatsup?” I ask.
“Smells.. Weird in here. Where’s Chase?”
I shrug, “No idea. He loved his hot dog though.”
“In the bathroom, it sounded like he was choking for a bit there.”
“Yeah, he got better though,” I respond, idly tapping at my phone as I take a discrete peak between my legs at the kneeling otter, his jaws filled with ram cock, having to swallow over and over again so that my precum doesn’t fill up his mouth. Slobber and pre cover his face, matting his fur and making him appear soaked. He honestly looks really cute.. in a kind of fucked up way. With my free hand, I scritch him between the ears. Man, he looks so cute in a kind of fucked up way.
Leo nods, still occasionally sniffing the air before settling down on the stool across from me and digging into his sandwich, “Hey, about earlier? If I came across as rude, that wasn’t the intent, yeah? I don’t usually talk to you about this sort of thing, but Chase and I, we’re starting to work things out.”
I hear a bit of dribbling spit fall on the tile floor between my legs, followed by Chase’s throat muscles squishing down on the real tender part of my shaft, him trying to get more of me in him. Thank fuck otters can hold their breath almost forever.
“Nng.. work things out? What’s your goal?” I take a bite of my own tofu dog, trying to keep my breathing steady as I feel Chase’s hands each grab my balls - one each hand. I appreciate the supports, since they are starting to get pretty damn heavy. I can practically hear them churning. Earlier, he likened them to “grapefruits”.
“Mm, well, y’know he’s still my otter, yeah? Even with the distance. Just wanna keep that going.” He admits, sucking in a banana-pepper from between his lips.
Uh-oh.
“Hey, uh, Leo, you don’t gotta be all insecure. I’m sure he’s found an alright guy to make happy. One that will treat him right.” I rub my thumb behind the otter’s ear, stroking it as he suckles at my cock. I can feel his paws kneading at the flesh of my balls. Pressure is definitely starting to build down there, “I’m sure he’ll, like.. Nnf.. still be your friend and shit”.
“What? What do you mean ‘he’s found an alright guy’? Are you talking about Flynn?” He crosses his arms, looking more stern, “He is not my definition of an ‘alright guy’.”
I let out a ragged exhale, “Okay, first of all dude, don’t talk shit about Flynn. Second of all, I’m talking.. About.. Me.” I scrunch my eyes closed and grab Chase with both hands beneath the counter, pushing him down another inch to the point where I can feel the opening to his throat beginning to open for me. He audibly urks, gags, and squirms, but I can’t let him go now. I angle his chin up, “Look at me.. You’re mine now, dude...and I’m gonna, I’m gonna… oh, SHIT!”
Leo’s baffled expression pales in comparison to the look of shock on the otter’s face as I start unloading in him. My big ass accidentally knocks over the stool behind me as I rise up fully to my hooves, bucking against Chase’s chin. Wet sports and squelches fill the room, as does the scent of my cum. After about 10 seconds of hard chugging the thick, viscous gamer-juice (Chase told me not to call it that), it begins spilling out the side of his mouth. He coughs, arms shaking as he sputters some of my goop onto the ground, and I’m not even finished yet. Which, in turn, results in me continuing to gush all over him: coating his face, chest, legs, crotch - everything with heavy ropes of cum. Gasping big breaths of air, Chase’s arms give out from propping himself up and he lands on the floor with a ‘SPLAT’. I drizzle a last oozing of myself onto the back of his head, panting as I reach down to offer a hand - pulling the shaky, drenched otter into my lap.
“Ugh.. ugh… usually when I do this, it’s in a big-ass condom, so that this doesn’t happen.” I grunt, rolling my head back a bit.
Wheels begin to click in his head and Chase, with a voice so hoarse it barely sounds like him, speaks up, “So.. that’s why you had all those weird, giant filled ‘water balloons’ in your room that one time.” As he talks, I can see my cum still coating his tongue, clinging to his palette. It’s clear it’s gonna take some serious mouthwash to get rid of the taste of me, if he even wants to. I see his eyes flick from peering up to me to over my shoulder, “Uh.. heeeey Leo.”
“Wh-..how…” Leo is standing next to us now, trailing off and saying something I can’t really make out.
Leo shifts, his posture all weird - tail stiff, shoulders raised. I hold the otter in my arms a little more tightly. However, as I get a bead on the big guy’s expression, I’m not seeing any outward hostility, just shock.. And something else.
The something else being a stiff boner pushing out his jeans.
“Hey.. you ever had a mutton hot dog before, dude?” I ask, a strand of cum dripping from his former boyfriend’s goatee.
---
I.
Am.
So.
Exhausted…
I can’t stop panting like a dog, sweat dripping off the end of my muzzle as I push my fists into the end of the bed. I glance over at the wolf. He won’t stop whimpering, muttering stuff in his native tongue in a voice much higher pitched than I’m used to him speaking in.
“Oh, come on, dude… you can do it. You’ve only got about, what.. A foot worth’s in you right now. Chase took it like a champ. Just look at him!” I gesture over toward Chase, who is resting on his face with his ass in the air, tail curled up around his back - his hole now definitely Carl-sized. Which, I suppose comes with the territory after being pounded for two hours straight. He’s been in a sort of quiet daze since I pulled out, not even snickering when I declared that he had been “Rammed”.
His stomach is even a little bloated, which is surprising noting how quickly I “recharged”. Occasionally, his pucker will flex some of my cum will push out onto the bedspread. Leo and him are holding each other’s paws still, which honestly I kinda have mixed feelings about, but probably for the best I don’t push it right now.
What I will push, however, is my dick further into this whinging wolfboy’s butt.
“A-agh! Puta madre…” He whinges, though I see his dick bounce.
“Look, I just gotta resize you dude, then it won’t be so bad…” I look around, “Maybe I should go get you some booze or weed or something.”
-BZZZT- -BZZZT- -BZZZT-
I look over to see my phone vibrating on my parents’ nightstand. I had decided to take these guys up to my folks’ bedroom, since a king sized bed seemed more appropriate to fit everyone. I just have to remember to wash everything before they get back from vacation. On the phone, I can just make out that familiar, dorky blue face from earlier. I lean, reaching my arm as far out as it will go, but I can’t quite make it…
-BZZZT- -BZZZT- -BZZZT-
“You’re not gonna answer that.. Are you?” Leo asks, his voice hoarse like Chase’s.
“Yep,” I clap both of my hands onto each of his asscheeks, “Move your butt. I don’t want to pull out.”
His big, rust colored eyes widen as he cranes his neck to look back at me, his chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily, “Yeah, yeah.. Don’t pull out, please…”
We shuffle our way closer to the top of the bed, until I finally grab up the phone, hitting the accept call button just before it goes to voicemail.
“Dudeman!” I greet him cheerily, though he can probably hear how ragged I am.
Leo and Chase exchange a glance beneath me, probably having expected it to be my parents or something.
“Oh, uh.. Hey, Carl. Sorry if it’s a bit late. I got your texts and couldn’t reach you online.”
“Yeah, I haven’t been at my computer recently.” I bite my lip as I begin to draw my cock back a couple inches from Leo’s ass, only to pump it back in - eliciting a gentle “schlick” noise from the red wolf’s butt.
“That’s okay. I was just feeling awkward, and I didn’t want to drink more cause I had to drive.”
“Flynn wouldn’t.. Pick you up?”
“What do you think?”
I can’t help but snerk at that, pumping faster as my bucks include broader strokes - Leo’s fingers and toes curling against the bed spread as he takes more and more of me.
“C-C-Carl…” he moans.
I cover my phone’s mic, leaning down over the wolf do that my chest rests against his back, “Das ma name. Not ‘Corl’.” I give his tail a little yank, to which he yips, turning back to peer at me with a look of submissive surprise in his eyes. I lean back, ruffling the headfur between his ears, “Good boy…”
I uncover the mic, trying to get my voice even as I speak again, “Dudeman, you can always spend the night - especially when the folks aren’t here, We have like three spare bedrooms. You can literally pick. Plus a walk-in shower that isn’t crusted up with Flynn’s flakings.”
“Yeugh, I hate that. Not being speciest, i mean. It’s just gross.”
“It’s like super dandruff.”
“Yeah, we don’t have that either.”
“You see? Nng~ you frog people are super cool.”
“I’ll end you, Carl.”
“...”
“...hey, uh, what’s that noise?” Daxton asks - the plaps of my dick going in and out of Leo’s ass apparently loud enough to be picked up over the phone.
“Uh.. just tenderizing some meat. Fed Leo and Chase some hot dogs.”
“You’re jacking off.”
“What? No! I swear, Leo and Chase are- are here too!”
They both look at me with exhausted, lurid expressions. I motion at the two of them to speak, pinching Chase’s butt to get him to wake up a little.
“Hi Daxton,” they say in tired unison.
“Wow,” Daxton responds, “Sounds like a fun party.”
“They’re just full on the hot dogs.”
“Well, is it too late for me to come over?”
I can’t help but smile, feeling a warmth in my chest that I didn’t absolutely botch things with Daxton earlier to scare him away forever.
“That would be great, dude. I’d love to see you.”
“...Carl, it’s been like six hours.”
“So?”
“Hehe, whatever. I’ll be there in a bit, okay?”
Suddenly, Leo pushes himself up to one elbow, angling his snout toward the phone, “Hey.. hey Scooter Guy. M-make sure to check your oil gauge. I-I wanna make sure it’s u-updating accurately..o-okay? If not, you n-need to come see me again…” Each time I thrust into him, he stammers.
Daxton clearly seems to be trying to process his weird speaking than the message itself, finally speaking, “Er, okay. I’ll check it. Feel better, Leo.”
“I feel.. Great~” Leo rumbles with a deep voice that practically vibrates up my cock and into my core. I squish his ass cheek, pulling the phone away so Daxton can’t hear the subsequent moan.
“Okay, see you soon, Dudeman!” I hang up the call quickly before he can respond or hear anything else, which is good since I proceed to draw back nearly all the way before slamming myself back in to the hilt, turning Leo into my personal sword-sheathe - the single clap of my balls echoing throughout the halls of the house.
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About 25 to 30 minutes later, the doorbell rings. Now both of them are sporting bellies full of my cum, albeit Leo with a bit less. Him and Chase keep muttering to each other, words of support and all that. It’s cute, I guess, but it does make me feel kinda lonely. Weird, noting the circumstances, I know.
I wrap myself up in my Dad’s stupidly fancy monogrammed bathrobe that Mom got him for Christmas. It’s green with gold lettering - an “H” for Hendricks. It makes me look like a complete cunt. I kinda dig it. Fortunately, I also managed to scrub myself relatively clean in the minutes before Daxton got here, so I shouldn’t be too rank.
As I walk through the halls, I realize my phone’s music playlist is still going, now playing songs I added senior year of High School. Apparently, that was a lot of foreign house music and classic rock. Kind of a weird contrast.
I open the door to find Daxton, actually looking real nice in a polo shirt and slacks. Definitely geekier in my eyes, but I can’t be the judge of that. He looks me over, noting the fancy bathrobe.
“I’m here to take you up on that free ice cream offer you mentioned the other day.”
Smiling, I extend out an arm, welcoming him inside.
He returns the expression, walking in and looking over his shoulder, “Though, I gotta warn you, I ended up running into-”
“Guys!”
A high pitched voice rings out from the driveway and I recognize it instantly, light footfalls sprinting in our direction, stopping just as he reaches the front door. He’s got something big and squishy in his arms…
“Guys! I found this can filled with these giant, weird water balloons!” The lynx squishes one of said balloons between his palms. As he does so, I notice his claw catch an edge, tearing into it.
“TJ, NO!!”
-FIN-