Pete's Problem
Pete Stanley had a problem. Like many people, his problem had to do with his new roommate. Not that the fur was unfriendly, or messy, or anything like that. Quite the opposite, actually. No, the problem was that Pete really, really liked his new roommate, and he didn't quite know how to broach the subject.
Virgil had moved in about a month ago, and although he and Pete didn't know each other very well, they quickly learned to get along quite easily. It was kind of strange, when you thought about it. The two seemed like they had nothing in common. Virgil was a tall, athletic Doberman, while Pete was a short, slim skunk. Virgil spent his free time watching football and cruising the bars, while Pete spent his free time hitting the clubs. Virgil was only interested in females, while Pete had a strong inclination for males. They were so different it was almost cliché. Hell, it was cliché.
Fortunately, the two got along well. While they originally decided to room together for purely economic reasons, they soon became friends. While their interests didn't often intersect, they were both friendly, outgoing individuals with a healthy respect for another's space. They avoided the friction so many house mates encountered because each was willing to do his share of the chores, keep their mess confined to their own rooms, and keep the noise down when the other was trying to sleep. Living in the same apartment, and developing such a positive living relationship, it was no surprise that they started inviting the other along when they went out.
The two hardly spent every waking moment together; far from it. Pete was more interested in music than sports, so most of the time they went their separate ways after thanking the other for the invite. Virgil would go see a game, Pete would see a concert, and they would both stumble home drunk in the wee hours of the morning. They'd grunt their goodnights and go collapse in their respective bedrooms, and that would be that.
Of course, Pete wanted in his roommate's pants from the get-go, but he soon learned it was not to be. The skunk was usually a masterful seducer of both male and female, but Virgil seemed to have no interest in males whatsoever. Pete's come-ons and flirtations were kindly brushed aside, the canine explaining he was "only into chicks." Nonetheless, he did seem to enjoy the attention, and so the flirting continued playfully, though Pete eventually had to accept that it was going to remain playful.
For the most part, Pete didn't mind. It would be nice to bed the dog, but he was hardly hurting for action. Pete had a loyal following of males and females at the clubs he visited, and he could get laid at pretty much any time he wanted. Sometimes he even seemed to get too much attention; he just wanted to dance, and he'd have paws all over him, tugging at him from every direction, trying to get him to pay attention to their owners. Still, Virgil was pretty damn hot, and it would be nice to be able to screw around with him.
The trouble began after about a month and a half. Virgil had brought home another of his female friends, a slim canine with big breasts named Charla. The skunk couldn't fault his roommate for his taste in women; the femme seemed somewhat classy, but at the same time it was obvious she wanted to get down to business. What was that old saying, a lady in public and a whore in bed? Pete never really bought that, but maybe that was because he preferred his partners to be easy and breezy in public AND in bed.
After a little watching a little TV, the canines retreated to Virgil's room and shut the door, and within minutes Pete could hear heavy breathing and throaty moans wafting from the room. He grinned as he turned down the TV, reclining on the couch and enjoying the pornographic sounds coming from his house mate's room. He wasn't much of a voyeur, but Pete could always appreciate this kind of entertainment. A few minutes went by, and as the sounds showed no signs of stopping, the skunk flicked off the TV set, settled back onto the couch, and pulled out his half-hard cock, slowly stroking it as he listened to the furres getting it on. After all, he had no plans for the evening, so he might as well enjoy the entertainment that had come to his place.
Time passed slowly, and eventually Pete heard his roommate's door open and a furre pad down the hall towards the bathroom that they shared. Out of idle curiosity, Pete leaned up on his elbows to glance down the hallway, which ended in Virgil's bedroom. Three things immediately leapt into the skunk's mind at roughly the same time.
Number one, the furre who had gone to the bathroom had forgotten to close the door behind him or her. Second, it must have been Charla, because Virgil was lying on the bed, his feet pointing towards the hall. Third, the Doberman was absentmindedly stroking one of the most magnificent erections Pete had ever seen.
The canine's cock was a good ten inches long, thick and meaty, but slim enough that it looked more natural than one of the enormously wide weapons usually found hanging between an equine's legs. The furre's paw was sliding up and down the shaft slowly, from the very slightly pointed tip to the heavy balls resting on the bed. The veins stood slightly out from the warm pink shaft, but in all it was a smooth piece of muscle, almost perfect. Pete couldn't take his eyes off of it, and he felt his mouth begin to water. He knew he had to get a piece of his roommate, somehow.
A moment later, Charla returned and sashayed into the bedroom, shutting the door behind her. As the skunk reclined back on the couch, his mind began turning. How was he going to get his paws on that delicious cock? All his efforts so far had been turned down, but now that he knew what he was missing, he was more determined than ever to get naked n' nasty with the canine. But how?
The next three weeks, Pete tried everything he could think of to entice his pal into having a little naked time together. He flirted, he teased, he complimented, but nothing seemed to work. He even found excuses to brush up against the canine, rubbing his crotch briefly against his friend's firm ass, but every time he was told politely, but firmly, that it wasn't going to happen.
Still, he couldn't give up. Everyone has a weakness; it was just a matter of finding Virgil's. Until he did, the skunk caught whatever glimpses he could of his roommate, peeking in on him when getting out of the shower or going to bed. The Doberman took it all in good humor, swatting at the blue furre and telling him to keep his eyes to himself, chuckling as he did so.
Finally, the skunk got his chance. Just like the night three weeks ago, Pete had no plans and was just taking it easy, relaxing on the couch, when Virgil showed up with a female in tow, a skinny rabbit named Felicia that was dating one of Pete's good friends. Since all three furres knew each other, they chatted and drank for a while, making friendly small talk, until Virgil and his rabbit retired to his bedroom. Pete smiled, cocking his ear, and sure enough, within minutes he heard the recognizable sounds of sex. After a few moments of listening in, Pete's tummy rumbled, and he got up to fix himself a snack.
Pete had a mouthful of crackers when the rabbit came hurrying past him, half-dressed and looking harried. Pulling on her shirt, she yelled an apology over her shoulder and dashed out of the apartment.
The skunk stood in the kitchen looking confused. That certainly wasn't something he'd even seen before. Swallowing his snack, he sauntered back towards his housemate's room to see what on earth was the matter.
Stopping outside Virgil's room to give his roommate some privacy, Pete called after his friend. "What was that all about?"
"Felicia got a call, her apartment's flooded," came the annoyed answer. "She had to go take care of it, 'cause Max is out of town."
"Oh, that sucks."
"Tell me about it," growled the canine. "We were right in the middle, too. I still don't know why she answered her damn cell phone."
Pete's eyes bulged. Right in the middle? So, the dog wasn't...?
"Wait, so, you weren't, like, finished?" There was a note of excitement in the skunk's voice.
A sigh came from inside the room. "Nope. Damn, it sucks, too. I need to fuckin' cum."
Pete could hardly breathe, but he knew it was now or never. "I, uhh, I could help with that. Y'know, if you want."
The canine was silent for a long moment, and Pete was afraid he'd crossed some kind of line. Then the words he'd been waiting so long to hear floated giddily to his ears. "Yeah, I guess so. If you really want."
The skunk could hardly contain himself. After all the longing, all the lusting, he was finally going to get down and dirty with his roommate. He couldn't conceal his glee as he pushed the door open and bounded into the room.
The Doberman was reclining on his bed, head propped up on one paw, regarding the skunk with a curious expression. He looked even more delicious than he did the first time, toned muscles rippling underneath his short fur, sculpted abs flexed slightly, powerful legs sprawled across the bed. Protruding from between his legs was the long, perfectly modeled cock Pete had been dreaming about, wavering slightly in the air. A chill ran up the skunk's back as he gazed longingly at the other furre, almost unable to believe he was going to finally get what he'd been after.
"So, uhh, what do I do?" The canine was obviously nervous; Pete could hear it in his voice.
"Nothing. Just lie back and let me take care of everything." Pete stepped forward slowly, not wanting to spoil the moment, almost afraid that suddenly he was going to wake up and realize it had all been a dream, but as he reached the bed and knelt down, he knew it was no dream.
Tenderly, Pete took the canine's impressive member into his paw, licking his lips unconsciously. It pulsed with life in his grasp, warm and thick and alive. Pete leaned forward and sniffed at it, the male's scent sending shivers along his body. Glancing up, he saw Virgil looking down at him with a mixture of excitement and apprehension in his eyes. Giving the dog a smile, Pete took his cock into his mouth, closing his warm lips around the shaft.
Different tastes and smells assailed the skunk, and he held still a moment as he took it all in. He could taste the salty precum dripping from his friend's dick, taste the fluid that had come from the bunny earlier. The canine's mating scent was so strong that Pete could almost taste it, a thick, spicy aroma that made him dizzy as it swirled around his head. Above, Virgil sighed happily, and his prick flared momentarily in Pete's mouth.
Putting a paw at the base of the Doberman's prick, Pete began moving up and down, sucking hard at the smoking member before him. Up and down he went, over and over, slowly sucking as much of the shaft as he could, loving the feeling of Virgil squirming underneath him. The canine didn't say a word, just panted as his roommate gave him what was, in all honesty, one of the best blowjobs of his life.
The skunk was enjoying this almost as much as the dog, his own cock hard underneath his jeans, straining to get out, but that would have to wait. At the moment, he was concentrating hard on the job before him, fuzzy lips stroking the canine's shaft to match an unheard rhythm. He could hear Virgil's breathing getting louder and faster, and knew it wouldn't be too terribly long before the Doberman came.
With a quick move, Pete lifted his head from the dick with a slurp, dropped down, and ran his tongue firmly across the swollen balls. Without having to use a paw, he got his lips around one and pulled it into his mouth, sucking at the meaty orb, his tongue painting it with his saliva. With a smack he released it and quickly sucked up the other one, caressing it with his tongue, giving it all the attention it deserved. Releasing it, Pete straightened again, giving the entire shaft a long, firm lick as he headed back towards the tip.
Virgil groaned and writhed, his sensitive member crying out for release. The skunk gripped the shaft and began rapidly jerking it up and down as he attacked the head, bathing the mushroom with sloppy licks and kisses. Every few seconds he would open his mouth and engulf the swollen prick, dropping his head several inches along the shaft, sucking hard as he lifted his head once more to resume his assault on the tip. Desperate, sweaty moments passed, and both furres seemed to be lost in a trance.
Like a bolt of lightning, an idea struck. The skunk wouldn't be satisfied with just giving a blowjob. Sure, it was a wonderful dick, one he hoped to play with many times in the future, but it wasn't just enough suck it. He wanted more. He wanted the most he could get from this sexy furre.
Looking up, still stroking the canine's dick, Pete gazed hungrily at his roommate. After a moment, Virgil looked down, having realized that the blowjob had stopped, his eyes quizzical. "What's wrong, man? Why're you stopping?"
"Fuck me." It was all the skunk could say, so overcome with lust that his voice hardly worked.
For a moment, Virgil stared at him like he couldn't understand what he had heard, like the blue furre had spoken in some strange, foreign language. Eventually, he just nodded.
Pete jumped up, stripping off his jeans in the blink of an eye, sighing quietly as his rock-hard erection was finally set free. Without paying any attention to it, he threw himself onto all fours, tongue lolling out of his mouth, glancing at the Doberman with anticipation.
With only a moment of hesitation, Virgil climbed to his feet, throwing a leg over the skunk's back, positioning himself for the first time behind another male. Too lost in lust to bother with that fact, he gripped Pete's bushy tail by the base and lifted it up, letting his eyes take in the smaller male's smooth, rounded rump. While he had never been into guys before, the canine's mind was so addled by desire and hormones that he had nothing but appreciation for the skunk's assets.
Pete lowered the front of his body onto the bed, so he could reach behind himself and pry his soft cheeks apart. As he did, the Doberman hissed as he took in a sharp breath, the skunk's tight tailhole appearing from between curved cheeks. Pete shuddered as a finger drew a circle around it, pressing at the opening with gentle pressure. Then the finger was gone and was shortly replaced by the tip of his roommate's cock, hard and hot in his ass. With much grunting and shifting of position, Virgil pressed his dick into the skunk, who sighed dreamily as he did.
Panting from exertion, Virgil paused a moment to catch his breath, as well as calm himself down. The feeling of entering the gorgeous skunk, his insides gripping the dog's cock like a hot, sweaty vice, had driven him nearly to the brink, and he wanted to be able to enjoy this for a few minutes. He took a moment to caress the silky blue fur on his friend's backside, rumbling low in his throat, a warm expression in his eyes. Pete looked over his shoulder and smiled at him, then turned back, burying his face in the bed.
With slow, deliberate strokes, Virgil began pumping his dick in and out of the skunk's tailhole, feeling the smaller furre shudder with each rhythmic movement, both of them groaning quietly in time. Virgil had fucked females in the tail before, but somehow this was different, more exotic. Pete's body squeezed him firmly, giving only enough slack to move with great effort, which for some reason drove him crazy with desire. Feeling a little strange, he bent down and reached between the skunk's legs, taking his prick into his paw, and began jerking him off slowly as he hump Pete's ass.
Beneath him, the skunk grunted and moaned, almost like a female, he thought. Pete had never seemed especially feminine, except for being short and skinny, but the smooth fur, the slight frame, and the pleasured mewling all combined to give Virgil a rather distinct feeling of fucking a femme, except for the rock-hard dick in his paw. Rather than detract from the experience, Virgil found he rather enjoyed knowing it was a male underneath him, and as Pete's inner muscles began to loosen up, the Doberman picked up speed, sliding more smoothly into his friend's orifice.
Time slowed down as Virgil sped up, and soon it came almost to a standstill. Crouched over his roommate, hips bucking furiously, he pounded the small furre's ass with all the impressive strength he had, his hips a blur, flecks of saliva flying from his maw. He was no longer jerking off his friend, but instead gripped Pete's hips with both paws, trying to hold the small body still as each impact tried to thrust the skunk away from him.
Furry bodies collided, again and again, and a cacophony of grunts, groans and gasps filled the air, a pornographic symphony of delight. Virgil's vision swam, he heard everything from a mile away, and he lost all sensation except for that centered in his groin, the bulging cock pistoning viciously into his friend. He felt dizzy, confused, like he'd been drugged, and he became aware of a terribly painful pressure in his balls, as if they were going to explode. No sooner than he came to that realization he slammed his hips into Pete one last time, buried balls-deep into the skunk, and blew up. He shuddered and shivered for long moments, unleashing a torrent of hot spunk deep inside his roommate, howling savagely into the air as he did.
Tenderly, Virgil pulled his rapidly deflating member from his friend, who collapsed on the bed, moaning quietly. As self-awareness stole over the canine, he suddenly realized that he might have been a little too rough; he was, after all, a lot bigger and stronger than Pete was.
"You ok, man? I didn't hurt you, did I?" Genuine concern filled the canine's voice, and as if reacting to that, Pete rolled over and grinned weakly up at him.
"No, I'm ok," he said quietly. "I'm gonna have to take it easy for a few days, though."
Virgil started to apologize, but the skunk just wearily motioned him to be quiet. Not sure what else to do, the Doberman lie down next to his friend, wrapping him up in his muscular arms.
"Damn, if I'd known what I was missing, I would never have turned you down," he joked, nuzzling the little blue ear.
Pete laughed tiredly. "I take it we can repeat this some time?"
"Oh, absolutely. Any time at all." Virgil's grin split his face, showing the full panorama of sharpened teeth.
"Next time," Pete mused, "next time, maybe we're going to use some lubricant..."