Lonely Night (2002)
#11 of 1998-2019 Stories
by Skipai
Author's Note: This is a old short story that had been published online before but was removed. I have decided to put it back up again.
The rain splashed onto the windscreen as Joel looked onwards, the bright glow of red shone down from the traffic lights. Just in front of him, other vehicles moved to and from in the same direction as his windscreen wipers that made high pitched scraping sounds. Suddenly the red glow disappeared as the green glow shone out. Moving off again he sighed as he continued on his way.
Moving his paw to turn on the radio, before it hovered and returned back to the steering wheel, Joel decided that it wasn't worth turning it on as he saw his road coming up and began to slow down again, flicking on the indicator as he turned into the dark road and drove up to where his house was, the headlights making the small white fence shine brightly. Turning into the driveway before stopping. He unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car, the sound of the rain pelting on the concrete was louder now, before he stood up and felt the cold rain batter against his head. Making his way to the front, while his paw fumbled in his pocket for the keys, he pulled them out and looked down using the headlights to find the right one and placed it into the garage lock and with a quick movement, opened it up and pulled the door up and open.
Stepping inside of the garage and switching on the light, he saw that the other vehicle had gone, the bare space announcing his mate had indeed gone and he paused for a moment and then with a small shrug, turned around and got back into the car, closing the door with a thud and slowly pulled the car in. It didn't take long to power down the car, the water running off the body as he locked the garage door. His own fur was soaked as well as his clothes and he walked up the three stairs and entered the main part of the house.
Joel slipped out of his coat and placed it on the hanger to dry, before pulling off his top, letting that drop onto the kitchen floor. He moved off into the hall and opened a cupboard door and pulled out a towel as he made his way up the stairs, some creaking in his wake. He eventually makes it into the bathroom and fumbles for the light cord and switches it on. Within a few more seconds the exhaust fan comes on, whirling away. Slipping out of the rest of his wet clothes, he stretches before moving over to the wc, the floorboards moaning slightly, making Joel's ears twitch slightly as he relieved himself, looking down at the yellow streak flowing into the bowl.
The feeling of relieving himself, flowed through the otters body as he looked to the left slightly and smiled at his image in the mirror on the wall. Looking back again, feeling that he had finished he pulled the chain and listened to the bowl contents being flushed away as he padded into the shower.
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The sound of paws coming down the stairs as Joel wrapped up in a blue bathrobe, held close to his chest a yellow plastic basket full of wet clothes and towel. Moving into the kitchen again and turning the light on, he stopped, placed the basket down and put the wet top on top of the other wet clothes and made his way to the washing machine. Fumbling about with the controls and stuffing everything that he had into the machine as well as the powder. He switched it on and left it to go about its program.
Just as he reached the door of the kitchen he stopped and his eye caught something on the notice board. It was a white envelope pinned to the board and smiling, Joel took it off and opened the flap with his claw. Pulling the piece of paper out, he began to read the note and smiled, placing it to his chest and gave out a happy chrrrp.
Moving back into the kitchen again, placing the piece of paper on the work top, he looks to his left and sees just what he needs. Picking up the banana which was going brown with small spots in some places and larger in others, he places it down and opens the drawer, pulling out a sharp knife. Carefully he looks at the note again and nods as he hums softly, running the knife along one of the edges, just breaking through the skin and placing the knife down onto the surface again. Carefully, he pulls it open and squeezing on the other side, the soft center of the banana eases out of the skin before falling to the surface. Carefully, Joel picks it up and moves to the bin, dropping it in.
Moving back to the counter again, his head looks at the window, still seeing the rain coming down in waves outside and he shivers slightly. Turning his head back to the counter and picking up the banana skin, he carefully rolls that in his paws, looking at the piece of paper, making sure not to break the outer skin. Thinking that he has done enough softening of the inside layers, he moves over to the small white microwave and places it inside. Closing the door behind with a click, he presses a few buttons and leaves it on high for 10 seconds and presses start. He watches the clock go down and stops it when the timer reaches down to 5 seconds to go and opens up the door. Leaving it open, he pads out of the kitchen.
Making his way into the living room, the soft lights being switched on as he makes his way to the gas fire and switches it on, the sound of the gas escaping before the flames erupt into life. He smiles and pads back into the kitchen again to pick up the banana skin, placing it onto a side plate and closes the microwave door. Turning around he pads out of the kitchen, turning off the light and makes his way back into the living room, where the fire had already begun to give off its heat.
Before sitting down, Joel places the plate on the arm of the chair and slips out of his dressing gown, leaving nothing on underneath. His soft furred body moves about as he throws the dressing gown onto the other chair and sits down. The heat of the fire, continues to warm the room and Joel sits there, feeling drowsy from all of the driving that he had to do and with the warm shower before plus the heat of the fire nearby him. His eyes begin to close slightly as he begins to daydream.
Opening his eyes with a jerk. He yawns a bit and begins to fondle himself, his claws scritching his crotch gently, running over his balls, rolling them about gently in his paw pads. He mrrrrs softly, eyes closed as his paws move up to rub on his sheath fur gently and slowly, feeling the hairs tingling to the sensation. After a few moments of this, his bright pink red cock throbs, rubbing it's tip against the belly fur with every breath he takes.
Taking the banana skin, he slowly opens up the slit again and slips it around his cock, the warm wet moist, wrapping about his length, sends a shudder through Joel and he groans loudly, feeling his hips thrust forwards. Closing his paw over the banana, he begins to stroke his cock with the wet sloppy banana around his member, his eyes closing as he begins to imagination that his cock is inside of his mates tail hole, riding him as he feels all of the ridges of the warm insides rub against his sensitive member.
The sound of his whacking as the wet banana continues to lube his member with soft gooey mess as he leans forwards, feeling his member swell before he chirrps loudly, his hips thrusting up into the air as he feels his cum shooting out into the hot banana cocoon. Panting heavily as his climax dies down, he lets go of the banana and smiles at a picture on the wall over the fire of him and his mate. "Well. That's what you get up to when I am away for the weekend." He smiles and sits there, looking at the picture with a happy expression on his face. "Come back soon, my love and be safe wherever you are tonight." Slowly he drifts off to sleep in the chair, the banana still impaled to his cock.