What Are Friends For?
Here's a fun little story that I wrote after seeing this fun image from Chunie.
Hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Let me know what you think :)
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"Catch!"
Daniel's head turned just in time for him to raise both paws and catch a bag of bagels that was flung in his direction. "Almost," he said, grinning down the aisle to his roommate. He dropped the bag into the cart and pushed it forward, following along behind while keeping an eye out for anything he needed.
Toby stuck his tongue out over his shoulder as they walked. "I don't want you to actually drop anything. There'd be no fun in that."
The rat snickered and leaned forward on the cart as Toby browsed through jars of jelly. "Just don't throw anything glass."
"Well, duh." Toby said this while lobbing a jar of peanut butter to the rat, who caught it easily and put it in the cart.
Daniel wasn't exactly tall, being a few inches shy of six feet, but it was questionable whether or not Toby actually broke five feet. "Mm, chunky peanut butter?"
Toby's small, orange and black ears perked up as he turned back to the cart. "What? Shit, that's not what I wanted." He scooped the jar out and hurried back to swap it for one without any nuts in it.
Daniel just chuckled as he caught the new jar as it was flung at him. "You're gonna make me make you some sandwiches, aren't you," the rat teased.
The tiger was wearing a cast on his left arm after falling off his skateboard a couple weeks back, and Daniel had had to help with a number of different things. Didn't matter to him, but Toby sometimes felt guilty. This time, though, he just made pleading eyes at the rat and stuck out his bottom lip. "I would do it myself..."
The rodent just rolled his eyes and patted the tiger between his ears, ruffling his black and blue hair. "I'm teasing, sheesh. No need to be all pouty."
Toby grinned at that, and gave the cart a tug. "Well, come on. What else do we need?"
"Not too much more, I hope. I can probably only manage two bags," Daniel said.
Two large, paper bags is indeed what the pair ended up with. They were a bit unwieldy, but as long as they stood still, Daniel could manage to hold everything still.
"Sorry, I probably got too much," Toby said, looking guiltily at the rat who was holding both bags in his arms. The ground was still wet from the rain earlier in the day, so he couldn't set the bags down while they waited for the train.
"Hey, at least half of this is mine. Don't worry about it," Daniel reassured him, giving his friend's hip a gentle bump with his own since his hands were preoccupied.
They stood in companionable silence for a few minutes before the train rolled into the station. Daniel and Toby wandered to the back of the train compartment to stand against the wall since none of the seats were available. Daniel shifted the bags in his arms and very gently set them down on the floor. The train wasn't crowded now, but the next few stops would pack the train. He could rest his arms until then.
"Anything you want to do when we get back?" Toby asked, fishing his phone from his pocket to check for messages before putting it away.
"Probably shower. I didn't take my gym bag with me today, so I didn't shower at the gym, and I feel a little icky," Daniel said. "Then I was thinking about just making some food and playing a game."
"Oh, can I watch?" Toby asked, ears perking up.
Daniel raised an eyebrow suspiciously, his lips curling into a smile at one corner. "Me shower? No. But you can watch me play games, if you want, of course."
Toby blew a raspberry at him and bumped his hip into Daniel's. "You don't even need a shower. You smell fine." He leaned in, almost pressing his nose to the rat's chest before inhaling. "You don't even smell!"
Daniel snorted and shook his head. He and Toby had been friends since high school, and he knew the tiger was gay. Daniel considered himself straight, though Toby liked to tease him that it didn't count since he never even tried to find a girlfriend or get laid. "Uh huh, sure. You little perv."
Toby bumped his hip into the rat's. "No, really. You don't smell."
"I'm not going to not shower--"
"No! No, that's not what I meant. I just meant you don't actually smell," Toby cut in. After a few seconds of silence he added, "Kind of boring, really."
The rat leaned his nose down toward his own armpit, but didn't smell anything, either. "I'm just lucky, I guess. Though I didn't really push too hard today, cause I knew you were heading to the store."
"Thanks for meeting me there. It would have been really hard otherwise," Toby said.
"Hey, of course. What are friends for?" Daniel brought a paw up to pet the back of the tiger's neck.
The next stop filled a lot of the train compartment, and the stop after forced Daniel to pick his groceries back up so there'd be enough room for everyone. As he was trying to get a good hold on the bags, he felt his gym shorts shift around. He didn't think anything of it, until he stepped close to the back wall and suddenly felt a cool breeze whip across his exposed cock.
Daniel froze. He hadn't done laundry in a few days, and the underwear he'd grabbed this morning was more of an ill-fitting pair of briefs. They hadn't been the most comfortable, and his junk had fallen out a couple times while at the gym, but his shorts had always kept him concealed. He couldn't look down past the groceries he was holding, but he could feel that the zipper of his hoodie had snagged on the mesh of his shorts and tugged them up when he stood up straight. Now his cock was just hanging free, out in the open.
The rat wasn't sure what to do. He glanced to either side of him to see if anyone had noticed his predicament. Toby was standing in the corner to one side, and a few people had their backs to him on the other. He couldn't spare a paw to adjust himself, so he tried squirming his hips around, hoping to free his shorts and have them fall back down to cover himself.
He wiggled his hips back and forth, trying desperately to fix the issue, but instead just felt his shorts get pulled further up. The motion had also jarred loose one of his balls, and now he was quite on display for anyone that could see. Luckily the train was pretty crowded.
"Are you even listening?" Toby asked, a hint of annoyance in his tone.
Daniel's head whipped over to the tiger, his cheeks red under the soft brown of his cheeks. "What? Sorry, no. I wasn't."
Toby's expression went from peeved to confused. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, no, yeah, I'm fine," the rodent said, trying to smile reassuringly, but it was clearly forced. "Sorry, what were you saying?"
Toby shook his head. "Nothing important, really. I was babbling about the weather. You sure you're okay? You look... I dunno. What, do you have to pee?" he teased.
Daniel laughed nervously, shaking his head. "N-no, no. I'm fine, I'm just ready for the train to not be so crowded." He tried shifting around, but that only made his uncut cock flop side to side.
The tiger glanced at the bags in the rat's arms and frowned. "Ah, yeah, sorry. I hope it's not too heavy."
"What??" Daniel asked, heart beating a bit faster.
Now Toby was looking more than a little suspicious. "The... bags?"
"Oh! No, I'm fine. It's fine," Daniel said, forcing out a quiet laugh.
"Then what's got you all flustered? I don't ever really see this from you," the short feline asked, bumping his hip gently into Daniel's.
Daniel chewed on his tongue, debating whether or not he should involve his roommate in his problem. He didn't want any strangers to notice, but it was still awkward to admit to his best friend. "I... uh. Well..."
Toby's brow was scrunched up in confusion and he ducked his head as if to say, "well?"
The rat squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath through his nose. "Um, my shorts rode up and... things... spilled out."
Daniel's cheeks flushed more as he saw Toby lean to the side to look down. The tiger's eyes went wide and he sucked in a breath. "Holy shit. You're fucking huge."
The train was loud enough that Daniel could barely hear the tiger's voice, but he still hissed out a shush. "Can you just..."
Toby glanced around, though the closest people had their backs to the pair. "You want me to grab it for you?" the tiger teased.
Daniel glared reproachfully at the tiger. "Please, can you just... my shorts are caught on my zipper. Just pull that free and it should just fall back into place."
"Fine, fine. I won't touch it. I promise," Toby said. It was awkward, but he managed to worm his right arm across the rat's stomach, groping for the zipper. He found it and began tracing along the teeth looking for where it was snagged.
The rat stood still, eyes unfocused and staring straight ahead at the back wall of the train. The light touch across his stomach shouldn't have felt as good as it did, but it did, and he could feel his cock twitch. "Please, please not here," he thought to himself, already embarrassed by what was happening.
Toby was diligently trying to work the fabric free, but the shorts were snagged in several places, making it hard to work the frayed, mesh fabric free of the metal teeth. "It's stuck. I can't really get to it. Can't you just put the bags down?"
"There's no room!" Daniel hissed, starting to feel more frantic. His stupid body had its own mind, apparently, and the tiger's paw against his stomach and chest had stirred just enough for his body's natural hormones to kick in.
"Well, I can't get it free, so now what?" the tiger asked, still trying to blindly pick at the fabric.
There was no other option that the rat could see. "Fine, fine. Can... can you please just tuck... tuck me back into my underwear?"
Toby's eyebrows raised at that and he smirked. "Oh, so now you want me to grab your dick."
"Shut up. I don't wanna get caught like this," he grumbled, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
The tiger rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure. Here," he dropped his paw from the rat's zipper and felt around until his fingers curled around the rat's cock.
Both of them froze when the tiger's paw was suddenly gripping his dick. Daniel felt the paw give a small squeeze, making his cock throb and thicken a bit more.
"Dude, are you getting hard at this?" Toby asked, giving the soft, warm flesh another squeeze and feeling it pulse at his touch.
"Stop it," Daniel wanted to say, but the words caught in his throat. He'd fooled around with a girl once or twice, but it had been a long time, and he hadn't been super into it. "Shut up," he said, instead.
Toby momentarily forgot about his task to tuck the rat's dick away, and instead felt along it, feeling it thicken and swell against his fingers. "You're bigger than any guy I've been with. Damn," he muttered, his thumb flicking across the tip, pressing in against the rat's foreskin.
Daniel couldn't help but feel a little flattered at that. He knew he was on the bigger side, but it wasn't as if he actively was ever looking to compare himself to others. When he felt the tiger's thumb slide in under his foreskin, his cock pulsed. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"Sorry. Got carried away," Toby told him with a quiet laugh. "Can you blame me? This thing is great." He emphasized this by tugging the rat's foreskin down, then back up, his thumb under the flesh and wriggling about teasingly.
The rat's cock was fully hard at this point, and he couldn't deny how good it felt to have his roommate's paw stroking his cock. "Toby... we're on the fucking train," he mumbled, his face now pressed down close to the grocery bags he was holding.
"Oh, uh, yeah, sorry." The tiger's touch changed from sensual to dutiful as he began trying to tuck the rat's dick back into his underwear. Fingers snagged the hem of the fabric, trying to pull it away while simultaneously trying to shove the thick piece of meat underneath. The position was awkward, the underwear was tight, and the rat's cock was just too big and stiff to cooperate.
"Toby??" the rat asked, glancing around to either side, worried that someone could see what was happening.
"Dude, your stupid dick is too big for this. Maybe if I had both paws!" Toby said, genuinely doing his best to try and get things put away.
Daniel tried to focus on something, anything, to get his erection to die down, but he was rock hard, and the light stimulation felt too good. "What am I supposed to do?"
Toby couldn't help but squeeze down on the rat's length again, feeling a warm drizzle of pre suddenly roll across his knuckles. "Damn. Do you really like this that much?" the tiger asked, his thumb teasing up over the head of the rodent's shaft where pre was leaking.
He did. More than he wanted to admit. "I... I don't exactly get off a lot."
Toby snickered and stroked up and down a few times, wishing he could watch what he was doing. "Yeah, I can tell. You're leaking like a faucet."
Daniel closed his eyes and bit his tongue as he felt fingers smearing his pre across his shaft. "We can't do this," he said after far too many seconds had passed with the tiger idly stroking his dick.
"Nobody's paying attention. Just... let me get you off and then I can shove you back in," Toby said, his paw now slick with the rat's pre. If the train had been quiet, he was sure he'd have been able to hear the sound of him jacking off his friend.
"That's the worst idea I've ever heard. You just wanna play with my dick," Daniel hissed, trying to keep quiet enough to not raise suspicion. He wanted the tiger to keep playing with it, too. It wasn't gay, really. Who wouldn't enjoy the attention?
The feline rolled his eyes and continued stroking, each upward stroke causing the rat's foreskin to bunch up over the tip and more pre to drool out. Toby could even make out a few drops on the dark blue floor. "Look, do you have a better idea?"
Daniel breathed through his nose, eyes boring a hole into the back wall of the train. He wasn't able to really think straight with his dick being tugged on. "J-just hurry up. We've got five or ten minutes until the stop," he grumbled.
Toby grinned, though Daniel wasn't looking. "Don't worry, I'm good with my paws."
He was at that.
The rat grit his teeth as he felt the small, lithe paw stroking across his flesh and teasing his foreskin on every stroke. Sometimes a thumb would tease across the tip of his shaft, smearing pre around and making things slicker. Both of his balls were now free, after the other had fallen out while trying to get everything tucked away. Once or twice, the tiger's paw would abandon the thick, warm shaft to cup those heavy balls and give them an encouraging squeeze.
"You should really let me do this more often," Toby mumbled, rolling the rat's hefty sac in his palm before returning his attention to Daniel's member.
Daniel's cock throbbed in the tiger's paw and his head swam, a bit foggy from the pleasure. "M-maybe. I don't know."
Toby watched his paw stroke across the fat rodent dick, a thick strand of pre hanging down almost a foot before it snapped and joined the rest on the floor. Hopefully others on the train would just think it was water from the rain earlier. "Damn, I just wanna choke on it so bad."
Throb. Daniel tried to keep the image of his friend's muzzle stuffed full with his cock, but it came unbidden to his mind and made his fur bristle. He was trying his best not to glance at his friend, but when he felt the paw disappear from his crotch, he looked over and saw the tiger lifting his paw to his muzzle, the fur around his paw matted and shiny with pre.
Toby glanced back and locked eyes with the rat before sticking a few fingers into his muzzle to clean them off. He smiled inwardly as he saw the rat's face turn bright pink before glancing away. "Fuck you taste good. Bet you cum a ton, too."
Daniel couldn't answer that. The paw was stroking his cock again, sliding his foreskin back and forth over his oozing head. The tiger had picked up speed, and the downward strokes slapped into his balls, teasing him further along. He was getting close.
The tiger must have sensed this, because his paw picked up speed, slick fingers teasing over the ridge of his head and drawing him further along to the peak.
"Toby..." he whispered, unsure how to warn the tiger of what was coming without it being awkward. It felt great, and he couldn't deny that the taboo nature of their location wasn't also exciting. He didn't want to make a mess, though, but he really didn't know what to suggest. "Toby!" he practically whined, feeling his balls start to draw close.
"Ssh, no one is even facing us. Just let it out," Toby replied, mouth watering as he watched the rat's paw pulse and twitch in his grip. His own cock was straining at his jeans, a damp spot already formed around the head of his dick, though his own hoodie hid everything from view. It was a good thing his arm was in a cast, otherwise he'd probably have whipped his own dick out to take care of it while he stroked his friend.
Daniel's eyes were squeezed shut and his teeth were clenched tight. He was teetering on the edge, trying in vain to keep from tipping over the edge. He wasn't sure if it was to keep from making a mess or because he wanted the feeling to last longer, but either way it was a losing battle.
Toby felt the rat's cock flex beneath his paw and he watched in fascination as the uncut head swelled. A muted grunt from the rat was all he heard before the thick member started twitching violently in his grip. Rope after rope of pearly, white cum sprayed forth, splattering against the wall of the train so hard that some drops splattered back against the rat's shorts and legs.
Daniel was momentarily worried that he might crack his jaw with how hard he clenched it. He wanted to snarl out in pleasure as his orgasm hit, but that would surely bring someone's wrath down on them. He could only stand there and shudder as his cock was jerked through a powerful climax.
The tiger's mouth was watering as he watched the rat's load pour out, making a mess of the back wall, ropes running down the metal exterior and joining the clear puddle that was already there. He stroked upwards on the rat's cock, watching as the loose foreskin covered the head. Cum sprayed messily out of the entrance and ended up mostly on the rat's hoodie. Toby's finger's tightened down at the tip and he watched in fascination as the skin there bulged as more cum shot out and filled the loose foreskin before beginning to dribble from between his fingers.
Daniel's heart was pounding in his chest as fingers teased and explored his cock, and he was so enraptured with the feeling that he couldn't help but jerk his hips forward into the tiger's paw. His foreskin tugged back as he thrust into the tight paw, and cum splashed out onto the floor.
Toby watched the sight with hungry eyes, his own cock throbbing in his jeans until a sharp sensation jolted down his spine. He could feel his own load spray into the tight confines of his underwear and jeans, and he mentally thanked his luck that he'd chosen a large enough hoodie to keep himself hidden. "Holy shit, dude..." he whispered breathily.
The rat was trembling all over as his orgasm began to die down, a few goopy strands dangling from the head of his cock. "S-stop... stop stroking it."
"Sorry. Just... wow," the tiger mumbled, looking at the streaks of cum marking the train wall and floor. "I just wish that had been inside me, or all over me," he mumbled.
Daniel's cock throbbed at the thought of that, and the rat grit his teeth. "Shut up, or it'll never go down," he growled.
Toby laughed and let go of the rat's cock, watching it bob freely in the air. "Sorry. It's just the best fucking cock I've seen," he said, sliding his paw up under the rat's shirt to wipe the cum off on his short, brown fur.
The rat flinched at the sudden slimy feeling against his torso. "Dude, what are you doing?"
"You're going to shower anyway. What else am I supposed to do? Clean my paw with my tongue?" he asked, half joking.
Daniel glanced over at the tiger, almost hoping to see that sight, but all he got was the tiger's cheeky grin. He felt his cock throb again at the notion and his cheeks turned red. "You are not helping right now."
Toby glanced back down at the rat's erection, which barely had softened. "Eh, heheh... Sorry."