Interruptions
A story for Lukas Kawika of him, his brother, and his boyfriend.
I started this story while drunk, and actually had to pause, sleep, and come back to it. I had a blast writing this one, and I hope all involved (except maybe his actual brother) enjoy it!
~~~~~~~~
Size doesn't matter. That's the party-line, at least. But as I lay there on my back, legs spread wide and paws gripping the headboard behind me, I knew that it was complete and utter bullshit. Maybe not complete bullshit, fine, but size helped quite a bit. Maybe it was just that I was a bit of a size-queen. No matter.
Sammy wasn't the biggest I'd been with. Hell, he didn't even make the top ten! But Sammy was mine, and was what I'd probably call perfect. He was a fox about my height, about my build, but instead of tan fur and a big rudder of a tail, he was bright white and felt like a cloud; always well groomed and clean. Sammy was the type that could make a figurative halo appear above his head when he gave you a sweet smile. Innocent and as pure as freshly-fallen snow. As his knot pushed right past my ring, though, I knew that nothing could be further from the truth.
The fox was hunched over me and gripping my legs with an impressive amount of strength you wouldn't think him capable of. His cock, black and knotted, was tugging at my passage before an audible pop exposed it again. I grit my teeth and let my head fall back against the pillows. "Fuck," I said, nothing more intelligible going through my mind.
I told you he wasn't my biggest, and it's true. I'd been with a few guys who left me sore for days after, knots bigger than my fists, flares bigger than knots, sometimes a pair of... well, you get the picture. Sammy was nothing to scoff at, though, and he knew how to push every button I had. My toes curled and I bit my lip to suppress a whine as his knot forced its way back into me.
Perfect sounds impossible, but believe me, Sammy was. He was just the right size that he could fuck me with that knot over and over, and still be able to take him later in the same day. Maybe I was just used to it, sure, but if I think he's perfect, that's all that matters, right?
"You're leaking," he said. His voice was ragged from the effort he was putting into my stretched tail.
I'd had my eyes squeezed tight so hard that opening them again made my cheeks hurt. I glanced down my chest and sure enough, my cock was drooling from the overhang of my foreskin. There's enough there that it covers the head even when I'm hard, unless someone pulls it back from me. As he thrust forward again it flexed and a glob of pre oozed from the overhang and out across my stomach fur. God he felt good.
"I bet I can make you cum from this," he said again, growling a bit as he ground the thick ball of flesh to my passage.
He could, and he would if he kept it up. I was about to reply with something cheeky when my tail-ring gave way and he slipped inside once more. A none-too-manly moan came from my lips and I let my head roll to the side, muzzle opening and panting. The warm tingling sensation was teasing my balls and I was more than happy to let him do whatever he pleased with me, but that's exactly when my phone started to ring.
"God dammit!" I growled, looking over at the nightstand where my phone vibrated angrily.
Sammy glanced over, but didn't slow down his assault. "Just ignore it..." he said softly, pulling his knot free.
I could have ignored it, I suppose, but already I could feel Sammy's thrusts slowing and losing their momentum. The tingling sensation in my balls was gone and I knew that it would take some time to get back up to speed. Besides, it was almost ten at night. The call could have been an emergency.
Sammy must have sensed that I was going to answer, so he just sighed and slowed to a halt, his knot kissing my battered ring. I knew he was disappointed, but he wouldn't hold it against me long, and I'd make it up to him.
I grabbed the phone off the nightstand and put it to my ear without bothering to check who it was from. "What?" I said, trying not to let the anger creep into my voice.
"Heya bro... is this a bad time?" a voice came from the other end of the line.
My eyes blinked a few times and I hesitated for a moment before saying, "Brendan?"
"Course! Who else would call ya bro, bro?" the voice said, chuckling amusedly.
My brother. A couple years older than me, and a real pain in the ass sometimes. Not like that, of course. Well, not often. It's a long story. "Brendan? What do you want? It's late!"
"A ride and a place to stay!" he said back to me. I could hear a slight slur of his words, heard music in the background and people talking. "Besides it's not thaaaat late. Only eleven,"
I lowered my legs back to the bed as the fox pulled himself free from me and got up from the bed; dammit Brendan, you had great timing. "What do you mean a ride and place to stay? Are you in town?" I asked, standing up and arching my back to pop it.
"Yeah, dude. Work! I'll tell you about it when you get here. I think my battery is about to die. I'm at Morgan's Pub up on Prospect, just come get me when you c-" The line died.
"Son of a bitch," I grumbled, tossing my phone on the bed. I'd already decided to go pick him up, but I was at least gonna tell him to stuff it, first. I followed after my fox into the bathroom where he was drawing a warm shower. "Brendan is in town," I said flatly, resting both paws on Sammy's butt.
The white fox looked back at me, an eyebrow raised, and he tilted his head curiously. "Really? Without even telling you first?" he asked.
I sighed, slipping my eyes around Sammy's waist and letting a paw fall over his crotch; only sheath. Thanks Brendan. "Yeah, looks that way. Said it was work related,"
Sammy stepped into the shower and pulled me with him, rinsing off any sweat or lube that might have decided to cling to our fur. "Well, why can't he just rent a hotel? Take a cab? You know, normal things like that?"
I frowned and rubbed my paws down Sammy's chest now that we were facing each other. "I dunno. He likes to spend time with me. I promise I'll make it up to you, though." I smiled bashfully, trying to look innocent and sweet.
Sammy frowned back for a few seconds before chuckling and kissing my lips. "Damn right you will. Quick shower and then off to get him, then?"
I nodded.
Twenty minutes later we were parked illegally in front of Morgan's Pub. Well, maybe not parked. Sammy was driving and I was just running inside to find and extract my brother. It took less time than I'd imagined, and I reemerged from the pub only a minute or two later dragging a heavily inebriated otter behind me.
As I shoved him in the backseat of Sammy's car and then climbed into the front, the fox looked from me to the otter in the backseat. "No luggage?"
"Nah, didn't need it. My flight is tomorrow afternoon. I didn't really need anything. Brendan, by the way, thanks for the ride," my brother said politely. He must have peed and had some water since our call because he was handling himself much better than I'd expected.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Sammy," the fox said, nodding his head at the drunk otter before turning his attention forward to pull out of the parking lot. "I've heard quite a lot about you from Lukas here,"
Brendan beamed and nodded his approval. "Of course! I'm his favorite-"
"Only," I interjected.
"Favorite," Brendan repeated, "Brother. Hell, I fucked him before, did he tell you that?"
Well, so much for handling himself. I groaned and dropped my face into my paws, shaking my head.
Sammy's eyebrows raised curiously and he glanced at Brendan through the rear-view mirror. "Oh? No, he never mentioned that,"
I turned to look at my boyfriend, about to protest. I'd told Sammy everything! He knew all about this! A paw grabbed my leg and squeezed, letting me know to be quiet.
"Oh yeah!" Brendan said. "Last time I was out this way. He was living with some other guys, and they got me drunk, and... well, he makes the cutest little noises,"
My face burned with embarrassment as I listened to my brother retell the story, plus or minus a few details. I couldn't have been more flustered. Granted, it was a bit hot to hear Brendan talking about how good I was at sucking cock, or all the was I rode his shaft, or how I came all over when he fucked me, but still embarrassing!
Sammy just listened eagerly, adjusting himself through his shorts and nodding to the story. "Hm, yeah, I know exactly what noises you're talking about. He was making the same ones about the time that you called, actually!"
Brendan's face lit up and he perked up at that. "Oh? You two uh, heh, going at it, then, eh?" he asked.
"We were TRYING to," I said, trying to add bitterness to my tone and failing miserably. "Then you called and-"
Sammy just shook his head and waved a paw dismissively. "Ignore him-"
"I do," my brother and I both said.
"Besides you needed a ride! What's family for, right?" Sammy continued, eying Brendan with a wry smile as he pulled into the parking lot of our complex. "I'm sure you can make it up to us,"
My eyes widened at that and I shot Sammy a look.
"Sure! I'll make it up to both of ya! I feel bad for cock-blocking you, bro," Brendan said, gripping my shoulders and giving a firm squeeze. "Would another hump make you feel better?" he teased.
I climbed out of the car with a huff, discreetly angling my cock so it wouldn't be noticeable. What can I say, the story and the thought of more action had gotten me a little turned on; doesn't mean I couldn't be indignant. "How is that making it up to me?"
Brendan followed Sammy and me up the steps to the apartment, giving my butt a squeeze. "Well, from everything your friends had told me last time, nothing makes you happier than having someone stuffed balls-deep in ya," he replied.
"Don't worry, I'll gag him while that happens," Sammy piped up, opening the door to let us both in.
Sammy and I had just gotten this apartment a few months ago, and it was only within the last week that we'd finally finished unpacking everything. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it was ours. You stepped right into an open living room with a kitchen behind a bar, and a small hallway had the bathroom and our bedroom.
Mere seconds after the front door closed I heard a rustling of clothes and turned to my brother to find him shirtless. My breath caught in my throat as I looked at him and I heard Sammy chuckle behind me. "Quite the adventurous drunk, aren't you," Sammy said, shaking his head.
My cheeks were still red, and I wasn't entirely certain they'd ever lose the color at this point. "Brendan! What do you think you're doing!"
My brother just stepped closer to me and grabbed my cock through my shorts, making me grunt and hunch forward, small ears flat against my head. "Come on, bro. I said I'd make it up to you. What better way than by pounding your ass, hm?"
I looked back to Sammy for support in this matter, but the fox was now standing there naked, a few inches of black fox-cock poking out. "Come on Lukas. We should be gracious hosts, right? Very giving," he said, emphasizing the last word with a wink at me.
It all clicked in my head and my eyes widened, lips turning up in a smile before I looked back at my brother. "You know what, Brendan? You're right... come on." I stepped over to the couch and then slid down onto the floor with my back against the cushions.
We didn't have a coffee table and Brendan was able to sidle up in front of me, hips pushing his crotch towards my face. There was an obvious bulge against the denim and I slid both paws up his thighs and legs until they found the button and zipper. As I tugged the denim apart I was hit with a wave of my brother's musk that made my cock throb in my shorts. I wasn't wearing any underwear and I could feel the fabric around the head of my shaft start to dampen.
"Yes..." Brendan whispered, leaning forward and placing an paw on the arm of the couch to support himself.
I couldn't help but start nuzzling at the cotton-covered shaft, running my nose along the thick ridge and then doing the same with my tongue. I could taste his musk and pre as I reached a dark spot at the top. We were built rather similar, and soon he'd be leaking like a faucet, matting down the fur on my muzzle with his pre as I buried my nose under his balls... Alright, I'm getting a bit ahead of myself. Damn musk. Damn Brendan.
I tugged his jeans down with his underwear and my mouth drooled as I saw another similarity I knew we shared. Pointing right at my face, a drop of pre oozing from the head, was a thick, uncut shaft. He had less overhang than I did, but that hardly made any difference to me. I suppressed a groan of pleasure as I pressed my muzzle against it, nuzzling along his shaft as I lowered his clothes to the floor for him to step out of.
"Mmm, forgive me yet?" Brendan asked, using a paw to brush the back of my head. His hips rolled forward to hump his cock against my fur, leaving little trails of pre here and there.
I grit my teeth to hold back a snarky response and then slipped the head of his hooded cock into my muzzle. His pre tasted stronger than my own and it lit my senses to his musk and flavor. I brought a paw up to cup his sac and roll his balls around while stroking his thighs with the other. My tongue lapped against his foreskin and then slid underneath, searching for more of his musk. I'd never admit to him that I'd consider us even by just being able to do this; he'd never let me live it down.
"Here, let me help with things," Sammy said, reminding me that the fox was still in the room.
My brother was suddenly bent over the couch, pinning my head to the cushions. I couldn't see what was going on, but felt one of my fox's paws squeeze my leg reassuringly. Brendan made a confused sort of sound from above my head but then let out a soft groan of pleasure and his cock throbbed against my tongue. "Whoa... what are you doing?"
Sammy didn't reply but I had a good guess of what was happening. I slid my paw from Brendan's balls back between his legs and could feel the scruff of Sammy's neck there. He was rimming my brother! And damn if Sammy wasn't good at that, too. I had to pull my shorts off before they could get soaked with pre.
Brendan was moaning softly and shivering above me. I don't suspect he'd ever had someone rim him before, and the throbs from his cock told me he was enjoying it quite a lot. I couldn't move my head back and forth in this position, so I just let my tongue explore his cock and paws tease what wasn't in my muzzle. "Fuck that feels... amazing..." Brendan muttered.
This continued for another few minutes before Sammy pulled back and subsequently released me from being pinned. "Alright, I think he's ready for you," Sammy said, standing up and stretching.
Before Brendan could do much in the way of thinking, I slipped off his cock and slid out from underneath him. My fox was sitting on the couch next to Brendan and kept a paw on his back to keep my brother from moving anywhere. "Ready for what?" he asked dumbly; he was never the brightest when drinking.
I arched my back, rewarded with a few pops, and then stepped up behind Brendan, pressing the head of my dripping shaft to his passage. "You said you wanted to make it up to us," I replied.
Brendan tried to get up, but with his center of gravity over the edge of the couch he couldn't do much more than lean his head back, which Sammy was keeping him from doing. "Wh-wait! Lukas! You can't do that!" he protested, a note of panic in his voice.
"Turnabout's fair play," I replied, pushing my hips forward. He was resisting and it took a bit of pressure before my head slipped inside, foreskin rolling back as he squeezed down on my shaft. It's a good thing Sammy had rimmed him, and that I was leaking everywhere, or it might have been painful for us both. It still might have been for Brendan.
My brother just buried his face into the cushions and I heard him grit his teeth. "Fuuuuck... Lukas. Fuck," he growled, paws grabbing onto the cushion and muscles tensing.
I ignored him and pushed in until my hips rested against his ass. God he felt good; so tight and warm. I gave a few deep, experimental thrusts, and was rewarded with a couple low groans of opposition from Brendan.
"Nngh... this isn't what I had in mind," he grumbled, panting through his nose, teeth clenched and bared. Sammy sat there, stroking his cock and watching us, not bothering to say anything.
"You'll get over it," I told my brother, sliding back to the head of my cock before shoving it back into him. Between being on edge earlier in the night, hearing my brother retell the night we had sex, and then getting my fill of his musk and pre, I was already worked up quite a bit. My hips jerked and twitched as I started thrusting into Brendan, and I knew it wasn't going to be long. I could have dragged it out if I wanted to, but he was inexperienced, and a quick ride would be better for him anyway.
No one said anything for the next few minutes as I leaned over the prone otter and humped away. My balls smacked against Brendan's and I reached around him to find he was still hard and dripping onto the couch. That'd be a bitch to clean up later, but right now it didn't even register in my mind. A few more thrusts brought me right to the edge, and then I was cumming, and hard.
I hugged Brendan around the chest and leaned over him, whimpering pathetically as I shuddered and pumped him full of my seed. I hadn't gotten off in a few days and I could feel it running down my balls as I pressed into him as deep as I could.
"G-god damn, dude," Brendan said, pulling me from my afterglow, his ass squeezing down on my member. "Felt like a freaking hose."
It took some effort but I stood back up, looking down at where our bodies met as I pulled back. Cum drooled down from his passage and down the inside of his thighs and I grinned at my handiwork. "Looks good in ya," I told him.
Sammy hopped up off the couch, cock bobbing in front of him. "My turn," he said, winking at me.
Once more, Brendan's head tried to lift up from the couch, but I'd taken Sammy's place and held him there with a paw. "No no, you stay put. You made it up to me, but not to him,"
"Dammit Lukas, I don't know if I can take much more," Brendan said through gritted teeth, breath coming through quick.
"I won't take long," Sammy said, squeezing his shaft behind his impressive knot. "And you're already lubed," he teased, dragging his tapered member against the cleft of Brendan's rear before sinking a few inches into the sloppy entrance.
My brother and my fox groaned together and I could hear my cum being displaced as Sammy slid forward. His knot kissed Brendan's passage and his face scrunched with effort before a *SLOP* told me that his knot had found its way inside. Well, that and the noise that escaped Brendan's lips.
"Oh god. Christ. S-Sammy. Lukas. It's... god damn. It's big," Brendan whined, rolling his head side to side on the cushion and taking deep, shuddering breaths.
Sammy was rocking his hips back and forth, knot tugging at my brother's passage, and I knew that Sammy could get off any moment like that. "L-Lukas, help him... out a bit."
I was basically leaning on my brother's upper back to keep him in place, and I reached beneath him to find his cock. "You're still hard! Damn," I said, surprised, and impressed. My fingers found the head of his cock and started to jerk his foreskin back and forth, hoping to bring him off quickly. That technique always worked on me, and he's my brother, so I'd figured the odds were good.
Sammy grabbed the back of my head with a paw and kissed me fiercely as he humped into my brother, still knotted together. I returned the kiss just as passionately, caught up in the moment. I barely noticed as Brendan's shaft started sputtering and spraying my fingers and paw with his load. I'm guessing that's all the encouragement that Sammy needed because he bit my lip, almost painfully, and went still.
I could hear dripping on the couch and knew that Brendan was now leaking from two spots with cum from the three of us. God, I envied him, but it was still a damn good night.
We had to wait for Sammy's knot to go down, which took a few minutes, because Brendan wasn't used to such rough treatment like I was. A shower followed shortly after, letting us know that while three people could fit in the bathtub, it was horribly impractical. There wasn't much to be said as we got cleaned up and dried off; we were all too exhausted for much more.
Brendan flopped down on the bed while Sammy and I were getting dried off and we joined him, keeping him in the middle of us. "Love ya, bro," he said sleepily.
I rolled against his side, letting an arm drape over his chest, and rest on Sammy's hip on the other side. "Love you, too. You're forgiven for interrupting us," I teased.
"I'll get you back for this," he muttered, a smile creeping over his lips.
Sammy chuckled and reached across Brendan to pet my cheek. "I'll help you, Brendan. We'll think of something."
"What? Why am I getting the backlash! You were there, too!" I protested, pinching one of the fox's nipples with a huff.
"It's best to just play both sides against the middle," Sammy said, giving me a sly wink.