Quickie
An otter invites a friend over for some quick, messy fun.
Just trying to get back into the swing of writing again, so I decided to throw this together! Fun little thing. Well, fun for ME anyway. Hope you like it!
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Jeremy pressed his nose to the front window of his house, his breath fogging the glass when he exhaled. Dalton had texted that he was coming over almost twenty minutes ago, and it was not that long of a drive to his place. Jeremy rarely got the place to himself for any extended period, and Dalton was quite busy as well.
The horned-up otter gripped his half-hard shaft through the thin fabric of his pants while his eyes darted up and down the street. Every now and then the faint sound of a car would make his small ears swivel in that direction, and he'd stare hungrily until the vehicle came into view and continued past.
Jeremy checked his phone again. Twenty-one minutes ago, now. He thought about texting the fox again, just to see where he was, but Dalton kept his phone on silent, so he wouldn't see it. The otter returned to lurking at his own window, trying to will the fox to show up faster.
Four more minutes passed while Jeremy continued to squeeze and tease at his own length, feeling pre ooze out into the front of his pants. He wasn't normally this impatient, or riled up, but it had been a while since he'd gotten to do anything with his friend, and they'd been sending lewd texts and pics for a couple hours until Dalton had finally been able to get away.
When the fox's car pulled into the driveway, Jeremy hurriedly unlocked the door and stepped out onto the front stoop, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. Vapor plumed from his muzzle in the chilly, mid-winter weather, and his t-shirt and pajama pants did nothing to keep the cold from nipping at him. "Hurry up!" he called as soon as the fox's car door opened.
There wasn't any snow on the ground, but it was still below freezing, and yet Dalton was only wearing a light jacket atop his t-shirt and shorts. He shivered as he got out of the car and folded his arms across his chest, looking up the concrete steps to where Jeremy was waiting. "Impatient much? What's the rush!" he said, leaning back on his car door, trying to feign nonchalance even as he shivered from the cold.
Jeremy gritted his teeth and looked up and down the street to make sure no one was looking. Then he hooked his thumbs on the waistband of his pants and tugged downwards, letting his hard-shaft flop into view. He wiggled his hips back and forth to make it sway. "This! This is the rush! And it's your fault, so come on!"
Dalton's ears perked up as the otter exposed himself in a rather public fashion, and he felt his sheath stir in excitement. He didn't need any more convincing after that, and he pushed himself away from the car and hopped up the stairs two at a time, following an increasingly-exposed otter back into the house.
Jeremy didn't bother to pull his pajama pants back up and as soon as the front door was locked, he kicked his pants across the room. Before he could pull his shirt off, he felt two paws on his hips as Dalton stood up behind him
"It's kind of cute when you're all excited like this," he said, nibbling at the back of Jeremy's neck. He grabbed the hem of the otter's shirt and tugged it up and off, dropping it to the floor.
Jeremy turned around and pressed in close to the fox, his erection grinding against the fox's thigh. "Yeah, well, you're the same," he breathed, pushing his face into Dalton's neck. His paws started tugging the fox's shorts down, and in seconds, he was grinding his length against the fox's bared erection.
The fox's head rolled back as a paw gripped his sheath and started tugging it back and forth over his pink cock. "How much time do we have? What do you want to do?"
Jeremy grabbed one of Dalton's paws and tugged him away from the front door. His bedroom was just down a short hallway off the front entry. "Fifteen minutes. Twenty, maybe. So, basically no time for anything prolonged," he said. The otter sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled Dalton in front of him. Already he could see the slight bulge of the fox's unswollen knot in his sheath.
Dalton put both paws on the otter's shoulders and looked down to watch his friend's ministrations. "Mmm, so what do you want to do?"
Jeremy hunched over and pressed his face against Dalton's length, inhaling his scent and rubbing his short muzzle along the pre-slickened side. "Mmm, just stand there... I just want to enjoy you for a bit."
Dalton sucked in a breath when he felt his furry pouch get tugged back up over his hard length. "Ooh, My pleasure," the fox replied. They'd done this before, on both sides of the equation, and the fox didn't mind at all to let Jeremy just use him as a plaything.
The otter kissed the end of Dalton's sheath, tongue teasing at the edge before pushing inside to tease at the tapered tip. Pre was oozing from Dalton's sheath, and it coated Jeremy's tongue as he slid more of it inside. He let go and let the fox's sheath peel back on its own, several inches sliding free and directly into the otter's waiting muzzle.
"Mmm, you know, if you want to do this more often, I'm sure I could sneak away more often. Cause this never takes long with that tongue and those paws," he said, stroking a paw along the otter's hair, scritching lightly behind both ears.
Jeremy bobbed his muzzle up and down a few times, lips pushing back the fox's sheath past his swelling knot. The fox's cock continued to pulse and twitch, expanding every couple seconds as it grew to full size. It tickled the back of Jeremy's throat just enough to be exciting, but not too much that he'd gag. He lashed his tongue against the thick vein running along the underside of Dalton's length, swallowed a few times, and then withdrew.
"Mmm, yeah, yeah, I think I'd like that. It sucks we can't get more time, but-" Jeremy pressed his lips and nose to the fox's cock and inhaled his scent, one paw holding the length steady, while the other squeezed and tugged the fuzzy white pair of balls just below. "There's just something about jerking you off."
Dalton watched through half-lidded eyes as the otter's paw squeezed down his member until encompassing his knot. The first clench and tug made his knees wobble and his vision cloud, and several strong shots of pre wet the otter's muzzle and forehead. His knot was nearly swollen to its full size already, and fingertips dimpled the flesh as Jeremy constantly adjusted his grip.
The otter's cock remained completely ignored between his legs, bobbing every few seconds as another thick dollop of pre rolled out from the head of his uncut cock. There was already a small puddle of damp blankets beneath the otter's balls, but he was too engrossed in the fox's knotted length to take care of himself just yet.
Jeremy dragged the tip of Dalton's leaking cock across his cheeks and lips, reveling in the lewd feeling of smearing his friend's juices over his face. He could hear the fox's uneven breaths, and knew that he was getting close. Endurance had never been either of their qualities, though neither minded. It made situations like this one easy to work with.
Dalton's muzzle hang open in wordless pants and moans, his paws squeezing down on the fox's shoulders to let him know he was getting close. When he flexed his shaft in the otter's paw, the tip expanded for a heartbeat, and another lazy rope of pre-seed landed on Jeremy's chest.
Jeremy kept stroking and squeezing, though he forced the fox to take a step backwards, away from the bed, so that he could stand up as well. They were of a same height, which meant that he was able to aim the fox's cock right at his own. He released the fox's knot and began jerking at his own uncut length, dragging his foreskin back and forth over the head of his shaft while his other paw continued stroking the fox's length.
The fox let his arms fall to his sides as he watched the otter's paws fly over both their lengths. He could feel his balls pulling close to his body, and every downward stroke of Jeremy's paw gave a light squeeze to his knot. He didn't even try to hold himself back as he felt his climax rising. It built quick and steady, and his breath caught in his throat for a couple seconds while his shaft throbbed hard.
Jeremy wasn't sure who was panting harder at this point, but when he felt Dalton's cock swell in his paw, he palmed the fox's knot and squeezed, fingers curling behind it to tug. It was harder to aim this way, but he managed to angle the fox's tapered tip right atop the head of his own. He could see the fox's urethra swell and then a thick line of cum sprayed out, strong enough to be audible above their panting breaths.
It coated the otter's crotch and half his length with the first rope alone, and the next two drenched his paw and the rest of his length as he held them both still. He nearly came just from feeling his friend's hot cum land on his skin and short fur.
Dalton moaned out into the otherwise quiet room, body shaking as he kept his feet planted so as not to fall. He felt his length jerk and twitch, and could hear the wet splatters of his seed hitting the otter's stomach and hand. His eyes had closed for a few seconds when his orgasm hit, and he opened them just in time to see the otter's paw begin tugging furiously at his own length again, determined to cum while Dalton's shaft was still peppering him with rope after rope of fox cum.
It only took seconds for the otter to let out a low grunt followed by thick ropes splashed against the fox's stomach, thigh, and bared cock. The otter's paws guided them together, tips smearing as cum gushed out over each other's shafts, falling to the carpet beneath. It'd be annoying to clean, but that was a problem for later. Jeremy just jerked and squeezed at the pair of cocks in his paws, trembling in pleasure as he milked the last bit of cum out of them both.
Both of them were breathing heavily, and Dalton leaned forward to press their foreheads together, just staring down at the sticky mess they'd made of each other's bits. Cum dangled from the otter's wrist and fingers, and a strands ran down both of their thighs and balls. Neither said anything for a couple minutes, but just watched in a languid sort of pleasure as Jeremy's paws made their tips smear together in small circles.
Dalton was the one to finally break the silence. "How much time?"
Jeremy pulled his forehead away from Dalton's and glanced over at the lock screen of his computer. "Mmm, seven, eight minutes or so. Should get cleaned up."
He fetched a towel from his hamper that had been used for cleanup a night or two back and got the worst of it from their fur. His cock had softened and lay limp over his heavy balls, though the fox's cock was still bobbing about, knotted up. It was quite visible whenever Dalton pulled his shorts on, and Jeremy couldn't help but reach out and squeeze the clear outline of the fox's knot again.
"Rrf, if only we had more time," Dalton said, leaning in to nose at Jeremy's cheek. He could easily smell his pre across the otter's short fur.
"Yeah, I know... Soon, though, I think." Jeremy gave the fox a quick kiss, and then walked him to the door. He couldn't help but grin as he watched the fox bound down the stairs, hard cock visibly flopping around in those flimsy shorts before clambering into his car.
Jeremy closed the door, collected his clothes from the living room, and then ran off to hop in the shower before everyone got home.