Laundry

by Skipai

The following story is copyrighted to the above author. This story contains gay sex. If you are not of the age to read said material or do not like to read such then please stop now.

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Giles huffed and came down the stairs slowly, both paws holding onto a large basket which was full to the brim with clothes. Muttering to himself, he reached the bottom step and turned around. Pushing with his back against the heavy door, it slowly opened allowing the otter to back into the dark room. Only the sound of a tumble dryer rumbled as Giles moved his head towards the wall and began to prod about with his nose. Feeling his right whiskers brush against something, he smiled and then aiming his nose better, the otter pushed the light switch down and watched as lights began to flicker into life above him.

Moving to the middle of the room where a old wooden table stood, he places the basket on top as the last light flickered on and began to slowly move about, taking stuff out of the basket until he got to a small box. Placing that on top one of the spare washers, he shakes his head and mutters. "I must remember to wash more often. Can't believe I let myself run out of clean clothes, again."

Giving his bare rear a scratch with two of his webbed fingers, he takes a deep breath in. Holding it for a moment, the otter takes hold of the box again and rips open the corner before pouring in the snowy white contents into the drum.

Pausing slightly as a loud noise came from up above as the sound of a door opening and closing, the otter holds his breath for a few moments. Eventually when he is sure that nothing is coming to the room, the otter moves about back to his duties and makes for the table again.

Looking down at the wicket basket, full of crumbled clothes, some giving off signs that they're about to come alive and attack the poor naked otter right there and then. He picks up a sock, takes a whiff and pulls a face, nose wrinkling right up. Speaking aloud. "Ugh, why can't we just stay naked all the time? Not made to wear clothes."

"I agree with you. Especially from the view I have from here." A deep voice came from where the door was. Leaning on the doorframe was a large black bear just wearing a pair of white shorts. With a large girth shaped belly that hangs slightly over the shorts. The fur was well groomed and neat as he held the door open with a large paw, strong muscles in his arms.

Gulping slightly, Giles moved around the table until he had most of his private stuff hidden and looked to the washing machine that still had the top up and the pile of clothes still on the table. "Er, hi. Sorry. Not supposed to be naked down here?" The webbed paw slowly moved over to grasp hold of something in the pile of linen.

Keith smiled and walked in, letting the door close behind him as he made his way to one of the dryers and opened the door. "Oh it doesn't bother me." Giving the otter a side glance, then he pulled out a large white sheet from the dryer. "I've ended up without anything clean to wear once as well. So what's your name? Not seen you around here before?"

Giles relaxed slightly but moved around the table again so that it was between him and that huge bear. "No, I am usually busy in my room all the time or going away on trips." The otter looked at the rear of the bear as he saw Keith bend down and smiled to himself on the view in front of him.

Keith had one of those typical small rounded tails that stuck out of the white shorts like a large black spot. It did move now and again but it was only slightly. The legs were like tree trunks, thick but had slight fat around the muscles that just about showed from underneath making the light reflect slightly from the thick black fur. He turned around and noticed the otter looking at him. Moving to where the table was, he dropped his load onto it and smiled. "I see." Taking a closer look at the otter, he picked up a shirt and began to fold it. "So what you do?"

Giles continued to sort out his clothes and replied back. "I write stuff. You know articles for magazines, short stories. That sort of thing. The trips are mostly to go to meetings or to sign forms." Pausing in his sorting he smiled. "It's mostly boring to be honest. But er." The otter scratches the side of his head slightly. "What's your name?"

Keith held out his large paw and smiled. "Keith Evans at your service. And who do I have the privilege of shaking paws with?" The bear smiled gently as he watched the webbed paw slowly rest in his paw and both closed around, the bear watching the webbing in the otters paw stretch around his own fingers.

"Giles Breen." The otter churred back as he shook the paw slowly, feeling the bears strength in the handshake and smiling back.

For a moment, they just looked at each other in silence and Keith broke the handshake. "Well, pleasure to meet another night owl then. But shouldn't you get started or you will end up still when the sun comes back up."

Giles blushed slightly and looked away back to where the washing machine was, picked up all of the clothes and dumped them into the machine he had put powder in before and closed the lid. "You're right, it is a bit late." Looking down at the controls, the otter pondered on what programme to put it onto and moved about slowly, his rear shifting about.

Keith ran his paws over his white short fabric slightly watching the otter and seeing the cute ass moving about. Moving around slowly, the bear crept around the table and then stopped on the other side and leant on the table, now awaiting a full view of the otter for when he turned around.

Giles flipped on the machine and turned around with a surprised yelp as he saw Keith leaning on the table looking at him. Moving his webbed paws down to cover his package, he gave a slight coughed, blushing. "Oh sorry. Do you mind passing me something to cover this up?"

Keith got up from the table and picked up a towel from his own pile of warm clothes and made his way over to where the otter was standing. He held out the towel and watched as he saw the otter reach for it and then tossed it onto a washer. "Hey, I think you look okay without such a thing." Moving closer, the bear placed a large paw onto the otter's shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. "You do take compliments right?"

Tensing up slightly, Giles relaxed and let his paw slip from holding onto his crotch and nodded his head slowly. "I do yes, but." He felt a finger rest underneath his chin and slowly push his head back up as he looked at the bear in the eyes now.

"But what?" Keith said slowly, massaging the otter's shoulder with his paw. "That we don't know each other?" He enquired softly while slowly taking a deep breath in through his large nose as it took in the scents of himself and the otter.

Feeling the machine stop filling up with water and actually turning on, he gave a slight jump as he felt a slight jolt from the machines motor as it began to turn the drum around. Swallowing slightly he relaxed again. "Maybe."

Keith smiled as he came closer and slowly gave the otter a kiss on the muzzle. He felt Giles resist for a very brief moment and was about to pull back and apologise when he felt a paw rest on the back of his neck and slowly they increased their passion. Starting with small kisses on the lips, each time both opened slowly until they ended up with both lips pressed against each other and exploring each others muzzles with their tongues.

After a short while they both released their grip on each other and Keith stood back to reveal his shorts were tented, with a wet patch showing in the middle. Smiling at the sight that the otter was giving him. "Hmmm, I see." He looked down at the now erect and throbbing otter cock that was leaking pre down the shaft, collecting into a small pool in between his two balls before swinging back and forth in a thin rope between his legs.

Giles just stood there, with both webbed paws gripping the corners of the machines beside the one he was leaning against. The corners of the machine pressed and stretching the webbed part between his thumb and finger. Coughing slightly he looked at the damp patch from the bear's shorts and smiled. "Well, looks like one part wants to know more about each other." He said, shaking his head from such a corny line.

Moving forwards again, Keith just smiled and placed both paws on the otter's shoulders as he replied back, his teeth showing through his smile. "Then we mustn't disappoint then, should we?" Giving the otter another kiss on the muzzle, the bear slowly moved downwards, the large bear paws brushed over the otter's chest, fingers feeling around the breasts gently as they gave careful attention to the relaxed nipples. Rubbing them gently, the bear moved his head closer and giving one of the nipples hiding behind the fur a lick, he smiles from the otter's response of a moan.

Lapping the nipple slowly with his tongue, wrapping his warm moist lips around the firming flesh. He began to suckle onto it, his tongue still lapping at the flesh from inside. Giles had gripped the other machines harder now; the web lining between his fingers had stretched even more letting some of the fur to part to show off the dark bare skin underneath.

Opening his muzzle, Keith let go of the nipple and began to kiss the soft otter chest fur, his nose leaving behind a slight moist against the fur, while his whiskers brushed against the otters body, making the chest and belly twitch about slightly as the otter gave some more moans.

Finding the smell a bit more otter to the nose, the bear slowly begins to lap and finding the fur dip in a bit, he murrs to himself and begins to lap at the naval. Placing his paws onto the otter's hips, his large fingers slip around the firm hips and he holds the otter there, while licking into that belly button. Meanwhile, Giles gasped and slowly moved one of his paws and placed it on top of the bears head, letting his fingers spread out before moving his fingers gently to give the thick head fur a scritch.

Keith gave a big kiss on the naval and pulled back, licking his lips with a large tongue. Grinning, he made a low growl to the head scritching, lifting his head up to the paw feeling the fingers move down his face. Nuzzling the webbed fingers, the bear slowly speaks quietly. "Giles." He paused and gave the otters paw a kiss. "I don't want to hurt you, so say no if you want to. But can I suck you?"

Giles looks down and ran his paw over the side of Keith's head and churred back softly. "Yes, please. I do want this." Looking into the eyes of the bear, the otter smiled and continued. "Really."

Keith gave a kiss in between the fingers and licked at the smooth webbing just below the fur line and looked downwards. Just a few inches from his nose was the dripping otter cock, the heat radiating out to the point that the bear could feel it against his sensitive nose. Moving one of his paws inwards, he slowly wrapped his fingers around the brown ball sac and gently rubbed the orbs with a thumb. Seeing the ballsac jerk slightly as some pre squirted onto his nose, the bear licked if off and murred softly to himself.

Feeling his body shake slightly from the movements of the washing machine as well as to his legs shaking slightly, Giles gasped loudly and placed his wet paw onto Keith's head again and began to gently rub the small ear with his fingers.

Slipping out his tongue slowly, Keith let it hang out from his slightly open muzzle and slowly flicked his tongue upwards against the shaft of the otter's cock as it worked its way up. Feeling all of the ridges and the heat against his tongue, mixed to the strong flavor of the otter made him arch his back forwards slightly and gave a gasp as his own member forcefully pushed against his tented shorts, straining to get out.

Moving his paw over from the hip of the otter as he continued to fondle the otter balls with another, he slowly placed his fingers onto the otter's rump and gave a gentle squeeze to the firm buttock. Feeling the pre roll down his tongue and into his muzzle, the bear gave a happy growl as he felt the tip of his tongue rub against the tip of the otters cock and then curled up and went flying into his own nose. Bringing it back in he savored the flavor still on his tongue and opened his muzzle again, ear twitching to the feeling of the otter rubbing it with his webbed fingers.

Opening his muzzle, the bear gave a big yawn and slowly closed it again before moving his head down and with the feeling of the hot moist otter cock against his lips, he slowly allowed it to press against it and open them on its own. Wrapping his warm lips around the head as he suckled on the pre that spurted out from the moaning otter, the bear settled down a bit more as he began to take more and more of the shaft into his warm moist muzzle. Using his tongue to lick at the tip, he savored the maleness. With the salty pre that rolled out from the slit, he moved his tongue to roll around the shaft, rubbing it as though he was giving a hand job.

Giles had closed his eyes now; both paws had moved onto the bears head as he felt his legs shudder. Using his fingers to spread around the head of the bear, he stretched out his webbing to their maximum and groaned. With a glaring sensation that shot up his spine, the otter began to push more of his cock into he bear's muzzle as he pulled his paws towards him with a loud groan. "Oooooh!"

Keith slowly took breaths through his nose; each intake brought more overwhelming scents from the otter. Feeling his head sink even further along the otter's shaft, he felt the tip press against his throat and gagged slightly. Feeling his head move back up again, he smiled and continued to breathe again as he sucked more pre out from the slit in the tip, murring softly, digging his claws into the otters buttocks gently.

Giles gasped and moaned as he felt the claws in his rear, the machine vibrating against his tail while he had this warm wet muzzle wrapped around his cock. Humping into now with more jest, the otter gripped onto the bears head a bit more and slowly got up off the machine he was leaning on to a standing position and gradually got more intense of his thrusts into that warm moist bear muzzle and moving tongue lapping all over his shaft.

Keith felt the otter get up and start to move his cock in and out of his muzzle faster and faster. His lips could feel the shaft pull and push on them as it grew a bit thicker, then the feeling of something soft began to hit his chin, noting that it was the otter's ballsac swinging back and forth. With each thrust inwards, the bear could feel the tip of the cock now prod his front, leaving thick ropes of pre to hang or drip down from the bears muzzle now, before he moved his tongue about and swallowed the clear liquid down.

Giles growled softly through clenched teeth as he felt his legs being to sway and shake the need to release building up very quickly through his shaft and then with a loud chirp, the otter squeezes his paws around the bears head as he shakes, feeling the cock spurt his hot semen into the bear's muzzle.

Keith blinked as he felt the first spurt of much thicker and heavily tasty cum hit his tongue and murred around the pulsating head that kept swelling up with each spurt. His tongue continued to lap away at the slit, enjoying the taste as he swallowed each and every drip. Feeling the spurts get weaken inside of his muzzle until he had to suckle on the spent cock to bring out the last drops of cum. Feeling the otter lessen its grip on his head, the bear slowly pulled away.

Giles watched while taking deep breaths and feeling his heart pump in his chest at Keith licking his muzzle and slowly getting up to a standing position. Keith came forward and wrapped his arms about the otter and gave him a big hug, kissing him gently while whispering. "Thank you hun."

The otter churred and nuzzled the bear back while replying. "No, thank you." Kissing Keith on the lips, he smiled. "Can we meet again?" Keith gave a slight smile and nuzzled the otter. "You are asking me out on a date?"

Giles thought for a moment and nodded his head as he rubbed the bears back gently. "If you're not taken, then yes." Keith smiled and rubbed his nose against the otters and replied back. "I am not taken." Pulling away, the bear reached into his back pocket and pulled out a card. Handing it over to the otter. "I am in room 306. Which room you in this building?"

Giles looked at the card and smiled. "Room 178." When he looked from the card, he saw the bear already back at the table and picking up his stuff. "You leaving?" He churred questionably.

Keith nodded his head. "I have to go to bed, you I suppose have to get that laundry done. But if you want, I am free tomorrow evening. Care to come up for coffee?" The bear making his way to the door and opening it with a paw, pausing to hear the otters reply.

Giles made his way back to the table and hopped onto it as he sat down and looked at the bear. "What time tomorrow?" Keith replied back. "Shall we say seven o'clock?"

The otter nodded his head. "I be there. I see you tomorrow." The bear smiled and nodded back. "Yes, tomorrow. Good night, sweet otter." He turned and left.

Giles watched as the door closed and churred back. "Night cute bear." The otter sighed happily, while kicking his legs in and out from underneath of the table. Taking a deep breath, he muttered to himself. "This time I won't miss an appointment. Something tells me this is going to be a good thing." He slowly went back to waiting for his laundry to wash, alone in the room with only the light for company and his thoughts on what tomorrow would bring.