Naked and Famous - Steam Room
#2 of Naked and Famous
_Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car
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Many people opt to go without the towel when sitting to bake inside a steaming sauna. That wasn't the issue with the nude skunk sitting down now at a distance not comfortable from Zed. It was that the fellow had entered the small room with a soft white microfiber around his waist, and decided then to remove it, as if it had followed him against his will. The flourish with which he peeled it from his body, then threw it with a snap onto the floor, made the otter roll his eyes before returning to As I Lay Dying, the book, not the band, resting on the towel between his crossed legs.
The skunk took a seat close enough to imply they knew each other, and they did, though it was a mostly one sided relationship. The skunk blogged about the otter relentlessly on his trashy website, "Pariz'z Newz of the Ztarz," and the otter would read these stories, laugh at the grainy photography of himself eating a hot dog, then find something more stimulating on the World Wide Web.
Pariz Sheradon sat to Zed's left. He didn't keep his feet on the ground, instead curling the right leg under himself and propped the left leg up so that he could rest his arm on it, and so that his long black cock spilled onto his thigh. It laid limp and the tip actually touched the bench below. It rested on its side in the groove between the skunks muscular thighs, already glistening with sweat, and his slender stomach. His wide tail behind him flicked about lazily, seductively. His gaze went from his cock to the otter, back to his cock, back to the otter, and so on until he decided to break the silence.
"I couldn't help but notice that you noticed me," said Pariz with in a drawl that dripped suggestion.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch what you said there."
"Oh, um. When I walked in and I, heh," the skunk chuckled, "took my towel off." He announced it as if it were a personal donation from himself to the general good of the world.
"Oh, I noticed it. I also notice things like skywriting and when people yell in my ear. You know, the subtle things."
They sat in an awkward silence for a moment. Zed returned to his book.
"I think I know who you are..." the skunk coyed away, twisting a ring on his finger
"I know you know exactly who I am. And I have to say, on behalf of my fans, thanks for all the fuzzy pictures of myself taking out the garbage and washing dishes. Oh, and thanks for letting me know when my weight's 'out of control' too, so I can keep an eye on it. You're a real pal."
Pariz laughed uncomfortably, breathing deep as he adjusted to the hot sauna air. He fanned himself with his paw. The sweat rolled in rivulets down his svelte chest, small nipples lost amid devilishly black fur. The glisten of the sweat seemed that much more dramatic against the dark backdrop, and the skunk was glistening all over now, especially his giant balls that seemed to glint like pinballs. The set of monstrous cojones seemed to take their own seat on the bench, hanging low in the heat. The skunk rolled them in his paw, showing his pride off a little to the otter who was now taking an encouraging amount of interest.
They left two perfectly round stains of sweat on the bench when the skunk stood up to stretch his back. Indentations of ribs showed in his fur. His lithe stomach attracted the immediate attention of the otter, who couldn't help but at least be begrudgingly impressed. Something had clearly excited the skunk as well, as his cock had filled out a little so that it didn't rest against the big balls, but arced lazily in front of him, encumbered by its own weight. His balls dangled like ripe vine tomatoes just below.
The otter took this as a sort of challenge, and put the book aside to open up his own towel. The skunk took this is a sort of invite, and knelt down to offer a close inspection.
"Impressive," the skunk announced, "Just wait until my readers hear that their favorite rocker is packing almost as much as their favorite blogger."
"It's only a contest below the neck," Zed said with a wink that Pariz, fixated, didn't catch.
"Heh, yeah, I know," Pariz replied vapidly. He stood up now, his wide tail flicking side to side again. He displayed his junk with pride, the tip of it only inches from Zed's nose. The otter recoiled away from it, then looked up at the skunk. Pariz was grinning insidiously, his hands at his hips, his waist forward. "Though I won't tell them if their favorite blogger just happened to get a BJ from their favorite rocker, either."
"Ohhhhh, you see, gotta keep the jaw rested for backup singing, sooo..."
Pariz's arms fell to his side. He countered, saying "Well, um, the thing is, I'm not usually the one on the bottom so I'm probably not very good."
"Well I guess everyone has to learn, don't they?"
"But... I usually like to be the one in control."
"Well that's unfortunate..." Zed began to tie his towel back on. Pariz saw the otter's cock and a million hits disappear behind cotton.
"Oh, no, no, that's fine, I guess I can... you know... for once..." Pariz blushed and looked away for a moment, already unsure of how his plan was unfolding. The otter removed his towel again, revealing a soft cock sticky with sweat.
Pariz knelt in front of the otter, who spread his legs to let the hunk of meat display itself in its full glory. Pariz hesitated, the glistening package sitting there unflinching, taunting him. Pariz bit his lip and sat back, playing with his ring, unsure of where to even start. Zed played with his rings, too, tweaking the small hoops in his nipples, waiting patiently for the skunk to start.
A nervous look flashed across Pariz's face for a moment, but he composed himself, hesitated for only a moment longer, then slowly reached for the goods. His paw took hold of the otter's shaft around the base and squeezed the fleshy meat, soft but filling his paw when he wrapped his fingers around it. He licked his thumb and teased below the head where it met the shaft. Slowly he gained the confidence to lean in and give the otter's balls a lick. He had hoped to have his own balls on the otter's lips, but having the otter's generous orbs in his muzzle would suffice. The meat hardened in his paw like an egg in boiling water, firming up as the skunk's lips licked and smacked the sweaty sack.
Knelt over, the skunk's junk swayed back and forth between his legs, his body moving with surprising vigor as he let his mouth and paw fill with the otter's bits. His tongue dripped as he licked hungrily from the balls up along the bottom of the shaft to the top of the cock, which was now fully hard, curving gently toward the otter. The skunk was impressed, surprised that the otter grew after being so impressive soft, and found a mysterious charge coursing through him just at the sight of the otter's curve. He felt he had to attack it at once, and attack he did, slipping the length between his lips.
His stiff cock and gargantuan balls floppped between his legs. An insatiable lust creeped over him as the otter's taste flooded his head. It crawled from his throat, through his chest and stomach, past his skunkhood and down to his toes, making his hairs stand up as it invaded him. His lips wrapped tight around the bent shaft and slurped, his tongue delighting over it. Drool dripped from his lips onto the bench. What he lacked in experience and skill, the skunk made up for with spunk, his tail now out of control as he seemed to lose all sense. He humped at nothing, casually, absently-minded.
The skunk didn't know this, but he had been taken under by the enigma of concentrated sex appeal known as Rock and Roll. Cheesy and improbable, but I challenge you to suck a rockstar's dick without experiencing these similar symptoms.
And an experience it was. Pariz wrapped his arms around Zed's body and held tight onto the strong tail. He swallowed the impressive dick whole, slipping it gingerly into the back of his throat, fighting a gag reflex. His nose rubbed in the otter's fur, inhaling the steamy musk. His whole body moved, his toes curled and his hips thrust at nothing, every synapse in his brain and every fiber of his muscles overtaken by animal desires that swirled around him, driving him to nothing more than to suck harder, lick more, and bury his nose deeper into the otter's soft belly fat. And press it into the pudgy belly he did, seemingly disappointed he couldn't cram more of the tasty shaft into his throat, but grateful for eight inches he got plus the extra inch he seemed to manufacture by pressing his muzzle so firmly into the otter's belly.
His own cock slapped against his stomach, his balls swinging heavy with it. The skunk's body was one giant knot of tension as he quivered and quaked in raw passion, fed by nothing but the processes of lust in his mind. No paw on his cock, no dick in his rear, this bliss was wholly internal. He would have been surprised with the veracity he took to sucking cock if he hadn't been too busy with enjoying sucking cock. He grabbed Zed's sack firmly, hard enough to make the otter wince. He pulled and stretched at the sack, massaging the balls in his palm.
Zed sat back with a wan smile, paws behind his head, chuckling to himself as the skunk went to pieces in front of him. Pariz was sweating profusely from the heat, though he didn't seem to notice, and his small chest was heaving. Between slurps he panted, burning and exhausted, but fueled by desire still. His ears had laid back against his head and his eyes shut tight.
Now the skunk's paws were busy pulling and pinching at the small gut above him, grabbing the otter's side to pull himself into the husky belly. I've run out of ways to describe how much and how exactly the skunk was enjoying himself, so I'll just tell you straight what happened: His paws groped the otter's tail. His lips puffed and pink, he began to moan into the cock, his nose buried deep as deep in the otter's tummy as he could push. Then he shut his eyes and began to groan loudly, his tail becoming stiff as a board. He thrust his waist faster, his cock smacking against his stomach with wet slaps, stands of precum stretching between his head and stomach. His giant balls pressed against his body and, finally, he shot thick strands of white cum, his cock still flapping as he did, spraying the messy goo in any and all possible directions.
Pariz knelt on all fours, gasping to fill his lungs with the humid air, the head of the otter's cock still on his lips and his body shaking in intermittent spasms. The first conscious act he made was to check his ring, lifting it wearily up to his eyes to check it. Zed immediately snatched it away from him.
"Thanks for the blowjob, there, but I'm afraid I can't let the pictures from your little ring-camera here get onto your little website. That is what you did, yes?"
The skunk looked up at the otter, cock still in mouth, and nodded sheepishly.
"Amazing. You managed to make random sauna sex even more shallow. A true talent. Now you're not going to be posting on your blog, are you?"
The skunk shook his head slowly and whimpered as his plan went up in flames in front of him. The otter gave the ring a flick into the hot coal at the center of the room, and just then a cool draft swept into the room, making the skunk shiver in his position on the floor. He turned to see the door closing behind a short mouse with downy white fur, glasses already beginning to fog. His skinny tail swished lazily behind him, unencumbered by a towel. The mouse proudly displayed his uncut package, the foreskin tight over the head. His own impressively sized balls dangled in front of him, hanging low in his loose sack.
The otter smirked "Oh, Pariz, I want to introduce you to my boyfriend Arthur."
"Hi, Arthur," Pariz gulped.
Arthur ignored the skunk, "He tried to do it, didn't he?"
"Told you he would when we saw his car, didn't I? He's slept with every celebrity. Says he like to be the one 'in control,' too."
Arthur strode over, hidden momentarily behind the skunk's bushy tail that stuck straight up in the air. He pushed it to the side, then knelt down behind Pariz, his crotch against the skunk's ass. Pariz trembled in expectation, fear and remnants of lust mixing with the steaming smell of musk in the small sauna. He was sweating horribly now, his fur wet and sticky with it. Arthur's balls jiggled with the skunks, nearly matched in size. The mouse's somewhat smaller cock pressed against the skunk's virgin hole, though the average size intimidated the skunk, inexperienced with being in this vulnerable position.
"Oh, he does, eh? Never bottomed?" The skunk hesitated, then shook his head, feeling the mouse's length harden between his cheeks. Arthur wrapped his arms around the skunk's small body, recoiling a bit feeling the sticky mess left there. "Wow, you already got him to cum?" Arthur whistled impressively, then bit at his lip ring as he thought out his next moves. He laid on the skunk's striped back and nibbled at his neck, his crotch against the skunk's ass.
The mouse's cock stiffened quickly, and the skunk was working on joining him, his own member already beginning to lift from its defeated position pointing to the floor.
"Ohhhh, see, now don't act like you don't enjoy this Pariz," Zed laughed as he took in the skunk's desirous moans and swelling cock. "You're already ready for another go, aren't you?"
The skunk looked away and blushed, not immediately answering.
"Admit it Pariz, pictures or not, you know you want this. You've tried to get in the middle of our relationship before, well here you are."
Pariz looked to the floor, sighed, then nodded.
"Was that a nod?"
Pariz nodded faster this time.
Immediately Arthur gave himself a quick spit lube. His finger slipped into the skunk's hole. He curled it inside, probing for spots he could exploit later. He slipped in a second finger and curled them both against the skunk's prostate. Pariz moaned and arched hic back, his cock pulsing as the fignertips tickled him.
When the skunk seemed loose enough, but still rather tight, he pressed the head of his cock against the compact pucker. He teased the skunk's tight hole, pressing his head against it not enough to spread it open, but enough to make the skunk moan and flinch. He broke the skunk into a nervous wreck, who simple cringed and waited for the first he buried his uncut member between the skunk cheeks. He held tight onto the skunk's small body as he forced his length into the tight hole. The hole pushed back against him, but the mouse didn't relent, spreading the tight pucker wide open to accomodate his prick. Pariz grunted and yelped, though his cock seemed to belie whatever his mouth said as it suddenly throbbed fully to life. A few drops of cum still clung to his head.
The otter took his turn next, grabbing the skunk by the chin and the back of the head and burying his massive cock into the skunk's muzzle. The hot meat filled Pariz's throat again, though this time he had no control at all. His jaw opened wide for the cock and was muzzlefucked hard and deep.
Arthur plugged away already, fucking roughly, his hips slamming into the skunk's cheeks with each frantic thrust. His balls slapped against the skunk's nuts, both pairs swaying beneath them. The skinny cheeks were parted by the mouse's paws, and small teeth bit and nibbled the base of the skunk's neck. The room felt hotter than ever for the skunk, whose face contorted between expressions of pain and pleasure, the two sensations coming in waves, one building as the other receded and so on. He moaned, though they were choked off by the otter's dick.
Zed pulled his dripping wet cock from skunk's lips. He leaned back on the bench a little, giving the skunk a nice view of his small, clean tailhole, just before he was shoved headfirst into it. Surprise and hesitant at first, he soon probed the otter amorously, the slender pink muscle darting in and out of the hole. Zed moaned loudly in accompaniment with Arthur, both enjoying the assault with rapture. The skunk, ashamedly, regrettably, enjoyed it too, and took to his new role with vigor. His tongue slurped and his lips smacked as the painted the otter's hole with saliva.
Pariz's cock was teetering again on orgasm, throbbing but unable to unload another batch of cum, kept constantly on edge by the eager mouse who plowed with reckless abandon at the tight ass. The mouse wrapped the skunk in a death-grip, squeezing the tiny body and pulling it into himself, giving his thrusts extra force. Pariz's cock and balls bounced absently below him, slapping against and swaying with the mouse's white orbs. Pariz felt the mouse's weight lift off his back, the mouse nor turning his attention to gently pinching and twisting the otter's pierces nipples. Where Zed had earlier been moaning quietly to himself, the extra attention now made his melody of murrs ans moans louder, more raw, more passionate.
The muscles in Pariz's face grew sore, his eyes shut tight constantly, his jaw working overtime kissing, slurping, and sucking the otterhole before him while the rocker pawed slowly. Suddenly he found himself pulled back from the tailhole, and opening his eyes to see what was wrong, he was hit square in the face with a hot stream of cum. He moaned loudly as he was drenched in warm, tasty otter jizz. His own balls begged for release, egged on by the smell of the otter's cum that now pervaded the room and filled the skunk's nose. He lapped at whatever flavorful drips he could in between biting his lips, the mouse still pounding away behind him.
Zed moved from the bench, taking his own seat on the skunk's back. Zed's and Arthur's eyes met and they shared a sort of victorious smile, then leaned in to kiss. Below them the skunk continued to moan and yip away, wishing the otter would get off his back so that he could free a paw to jerk himself with. But Zed didn't move, staying perched atop Pariz so that he and his mousey could smooch and suck at each other's lip.
Arthuer didn't stop burying his bone, though. And he continued to do so, the skunk's ass tightening around his as it tried to orgasm, though unable to get over the final hill. The clenching did do the trick for Arthur though, who began to moan loudly into Zed's throat. He took the skunk's waist in his paws and then, squeaking loudly, thrusting and holding himself deep inside the skunk's hole, emptied the contents of his massive balls into the skunk's guts. Their small bodies shook together, the skunk's brain rushing with the feeling of being emptied into. Arthur gave a few more half-hearted thrusts, then slumped forward into Zed's arms.
They sat in silent wonder for a moment, trading loving kisses while the skunk panted loudly, positively shattered, until the mouse finally pulled out.
All worked up by the skunk, it was now high time they ran home to have sex with each other this time.
"Please... back..." Pariz muttered below him, his arms rembling under the otter's weight. He collapsed in a head as soon as Zed moved, though in classic blogger form, he couldn't keep quiet. "Is it, is it my turn now? Are-" he panted and sucked at the humid air. "Are one of you going to blow me or am I going to paw off? Are-" he swallowed deep, his senses and strength slowly returning to him, "Are you going to let me top one of you now? I-" He groaned loudly "I just really need to cum soon, and badly."
Five minutes later, Zed and Arthur exited the sauna, towels in hand and playing grab ass as they plotted the quickest route to the car. They met a rather muscular bull in a towel that was certainly too small for him on the way out.
"We left a gift for you in there," the mouse snickered, running off before the bull could ask any question as to what he meant.
The massive bull, fresh from his afternoon workout and hoping for an empty sauna to enjoy a nice relaxing paw break, walked in to see a skunk instead. Black cock throbbing, striped fur laced with sweat, and paws tied tightly behind his back with a towel.