Cheeky Otter
"Cheeky Otter"
Written by: Matt "Danruk" Adey
The gift came wrapped in a courier box, so the fact that it was a gift was a bit unremarkable until it was opened. Even at that Karl wasn't sure who it had come from. The sender either had decided to leave a return address off or moreso he suspected purposefully left it blank to leave him guessing until the package and gift got opened and he read the card that came along with the contents inside.
"Dearest Karl with a K!" The note started. Brown otter eyes scanned the text as his lithe long and thick tapered tail thumped a little underneath him.
"I hope this note and this package finds you well. I also know you say you're a bit of a recluse and don't get out much but I can't help remember that afternoon you welcomed me in to your home when I got a bit misdirected on my way back to the city from the nearer side of the Australian Outback."
Karl took a seat on his couch facing his TV. He flicked on whatever channel he had left it on last, those crazy Mythbusters at it again. The note inside the card was scrawled in an ink and, at a guess, perhaps even done with a claw tip of the sender's own paw.
"I thought I'd leave you with a little something to enjoy in your leisure time. Something to make you happy and waste a bit of a morning or afternoon. No strings attached. There's plenty in the gift bag. Don't think you have to save too many for too long. I'll be sending more soon!"
The note was Signed
"With very warm wishes!"
-From Johnny Blanco.
Karl remembered the somewhat rove and rascally winged tiger who'd misplaced his way from about a month back. It was true, Karl was a small bit of a recluse and hermit. That was his way of dealing with the world by only dealing much with himself. Between his consulting computer work from home and a little bit of family money that was bequeathed to him, he was all in all perfectly content to settle.
Karl opened the bag after placing the card to the side. His paws pulled out several shapes and sizes of balloons. He laughed happily to himself, that sneaky sly tiger. It was a cheeky joke from the same afternoon Johnny had happened upon his place. Karl had just held a nice birthday party for his nephew along with inviting his brother over. The kid had just turned seven, a perfect otter boy age to still get the best thrill of cake, candy, cartoons and balloons.. and there had been some of those leftover around after the party was over and done. It was then and there that afternoon Karl learned he and the tiger shared a particular interest in inflatables.
Eyeing a picture on his nearby coffee table of his nephew and his brother which was taken from that day, he spread out some of the assorted balloons on the table and got a flushed blushing feeling tingling through his fur. He felt a slight guilty twinge about drawing a little fantasy from thinking of his brother and nephew watching him as he was about to embark on some self pleasure from the toys that were provided. He'd probably never really dare in any real sense, yet the tingly thrill of expectation was there with the cute picture staring at him.
Karl wasted little time to pick out a balloon of round shape and size it was five or six inches in diameter, a fair sized balloon even in its deflated state. His paws brought the nozzle up to his lips. He licked at his whiskers and gave an inhale. Puckering up he kissed at the bulb of the balloon airway and exhaled while holding his paws around it. The green latex popped open and round at the first huff of air he put into it.
The otters fur sunk into the couch he was sitting upon, his webbed paw holding the shape of the green balloon as he drew more air in through his nose and then forced more air into the balloon which rose and stretched and made an elastic expanding sound as it grew a little larger. His other free paw ran through his belly fur, tickling down into the tender tingly sensitive crotch fur.
The otter spread his legs more open, the one paw cupping at the more inflated balloon his other paw already sneaking down and rubbing around his own bulged otter sheath, tickling the bulgy fuzz and down the nice length to the warm brownfurred large otter ballsac. He huffed and poffed a few more breaths while inflating the balloon. Keeping a gentle clench with his teeth so the nozzle wouldn't escape, his paw fondled down there between his legs while the approving glares of his nephew and brother stared out in those jovial party smiles watching along with him.
Brown furred slightly damp otter shaft thickened and grew, and Karl rolled back the fur and pulled down to expose a nice inch or two of his tapered slender otter cock as he stroked it to full erection. His muzzle huffed more puffs into the growing balloon and he left some softness to the stretched out latex, not inflating it as fully as he could. He took a quick moment to tie off the nozzle with a quick knot. He held the balloon in one casual paw while his other paw pressed his nice tender fleshy otter penis up against that squeaky balloon side. The blast of warm rubbery pleasure got him very excited and thick and throbbing already.
Most of the stretching latex pressed into the nice length and shape of Karl's maleness, outlining it and enhancing the bulge and stiffness of it. He kept his own cock pinned into that green balloon sphere while he rubbed back and forth in a self pleasured masturbating pace, building up a bit more and more, opening his legs and moaning. He wasn't really paying much attention to whatever background distraction the TV was making, and guilty occasional furtive peeks at the picture only fueled the somewhat taboo fantasy running through his somewhat perverted mind.
Karl shifted around and put the balloon down closer to the ground. His crotch straddled the balloon as he pushed his cocktip in and against the soft inflated skin of the balloon. It gave in just the way he wanted it to, and imagined, a nice latex surrounding enclosed on his penis and his shaft plunged casually into the rubberized bliss of his pleasure. His balls bumped into the green roundness and it made a ridiculous squeaking noise as he slowly boinked away, picking up a small sensual pace and gasping with his own delight. The broad otter tail behind him started to thump a little more. "Oh Johnny you naughty tiger.. see what you're making me do... with my own Brother and Nephew watching too!"
With that thought he once again caught a small glimpse of the picture in the frame. His brother in sleek tanned fur, his nephew smaller and lithe and slightly boyishly scrawny an even ligther tan shade yet. Both were smiling with party hats and balloons around them their faces peeking out and seeing the shameful act of self gratification Karl took with the green balloon. His hips bumped and pressed, the cocktip piercing further and faster into the balloon shape. It stretched it out and clenched it around the shaft and base near his balls. Karl started to earnestly fuck the balloon with all his lustful abandon as his breath got raspy and short, the tingling sensations filling his swollen balls and he knew he was close.
Karl lidded his eyes just slightly closed and took in the sensation down in his crotch. His paws held the sides of the balloon in place as his hips pinned and thrusted repeatedly into the green balloon beneath him. His ears caught the squeaky creaking of the rubber as his penis bounced and pumped and sunk slighlty into that groove he'd created, all runny and slick with the small jets of precum he'd been smearing against it. His eyes opened and caught one more impish innocent grin from his Nephew in the picture, His own Brother giving that "hey there, yourself!" nod and smile of approval. Karl pounded the balloon hard and fast and his cock gave in. The tip exploded and his shaft twitched and tweaked, his balls tigthened fast and he shot his cum warm and juicy and slick up into the latex of the balloon making it all warm and wet as it spread thorugh his own fur and crotch. Karl squeaked out in pleasure and chirruped as he grunted a little as well, hilting himself fiercely and pressing another nice shot of ottercum along and against the messy inflated sphere. He shot one more creamy spurt before he groaned and moaned in pleasure, his tail slumping down and his body resting over it, his crotch covering the balloon as it kept a little flattened shape. The slick smear felt tingly and good against his own shaft, the otters penis pulsing in post orgasmic delight. He stayed like that for several moments until the ebb and afterglow was sufficiently down, and things got a little too sensitive and he had to somewhat reluctantly pull off or giggle himself to death.
Karl sat there nearly an hour later, His sofened otter penis still flopping freely out of his sheath, the rich scent of his cum still in the air, the balloon nearby still streaked with his seed. And a nice package of ballons with a letter and a card sat next to the smiling picture of brother and nephew, family who could never truly know this kinky sly secret of his. Perhaps in time he would extend an invitation again to Johnny Blanco the winged tiger who had made this all possible. Just because he had tendencies of a hermit and recluse, didn't mean he didn't like having company out here where it was remote.. and certain things could be enjoyed without the prying eyes of the public to stare in disapproval.
Karl knew he had a good dozen balloons at the ready and should his Nephew and brother ever truly come visit and calling.. there would be another convenient party to excuse the reason for having them around in the first place.
-The End.