A day at the pool
It had been a hot week, and like many others Kirby and Mark were spending most of the school holidays at the local pool. Mark was a small, thin fox, with narrow green eyes and dark orange fur. Whereas Kirby the brown bear was extremely tall and fat, with pudgy features but a strong muzzle. Both were seventeen years old. Although the two were visually mismatched, they were good friends. At school they spent most of their time at the library where they could be found reading, playing cards, and discussing various science-fiction or fantasy concepts. They were nerds of the highest degree, and proud of it.
As the scorching day came to a close, and the air started to chill wet, exposed bodies, Kirby hauled his bulk onto the side of the pool while Mark tried fruitlessly to drag his friend back into the water by his clawed foot.
"Stop that," said Kirby, laughing at the smaller fox's antics. "C'mon, get out. We should get going."
Mark tread water for while before nodding. "I'll just get my stuff."
"I'll see you in the change-room, then."
The change room was noisy, full of males of various ages and species showering and drying and changing. The smell of damp fur hung in the air. Kirby pushed his way through the crowded sea of bodies, trying to locate an unoccupied shower. Mark followed nimbly in his wake. The two reached the very back corner of the large room where the last and only unoccupied shower remained.
Mark and Kirby looked at each other, before Mark hastily threw his towel on a nearby bench and began to run for the shower.
"Shotgun!" he called as he took off.
"Wait a second!" Reaching out, Kirby caught the little fox's bushy tail and pulled him back, before moving himself forward into the shower and using his large frame to block his friend from entering.
"That's not fair," whinged Mark, trying his best to sound upset but unable to hide the massive grin on his face.
Kirby shrugged, "I don't care." His triumphant grin turned to shock however, when little Mark ran forward once again but this time slid on his belly between Kirby's legs and into the cubicle.
"Ha ha! I win. I got in before you," the smaller one taunted in a sing-song voice.
"Actually," Kirby corrected, "I was in here first. You got here second."
"Oh well. Are there any other showers now?"
Kirby, keeping one eye on Mark, briefly glanced down the row of cubicles. All the doors were closed and locked. "No. And I was in here first, so I'm not getting out."
"Well, I'm not getting out either." Mark sounded just as stubborn. There was a pause as the friends glared at each other.
"Fine."
"Fine."
The bear closed the door.
"Fine."
"Fine."
Kirby's sausage-like fingers moved to the lock.
"This is your last chance to get out," Kirby said.
"I'm not getting out."
The lock slid closed.
"Fine," the two said simultaneously.
Mark turned the taps and let the warm water stream down onto him. Kirby sidled his way to the back of the shower, next to the orange fox, and positioned his bloated body under the water as well. Annoyed at each other, as only the best of friends can be, they began to soap themselves in silence. Kirby was a good three feet taller than Mark, and began to purposefully lever his body so that none of the warm water reached the smaller boy below, and pretended not to notice.
When Mark realised that Kirby was blocking the flow of the shower on purpose, he tried to shove the giant to one side and make it seem like an accident, but instead was slammed into the wall by the enormous belly.
"Oh, I'm sorry," said Kirby sarcastically. Mark wanted to say something but couldn't find the words. He wanted to be angry or annoyed but wasn't. Instead, he felt a familiar tingling sensation down the front of his board shorts. Mark was mortified to find he was getting hard. He felt embarrassed and confused, and hoped to god that Kirby couldn't see it. But the shock quickly gave way to a mysterious curiosity.
He tried to push his large friend away again, but this time wasn't so rough. He received the same result from Kirby who squashed him against the wall with his gut. Mark felt an odd satisfaction from the close pressure of the other guy. His short fur felt soft and warm in a way he had never noticed before. Still his erection grew, the bright red member slowly poking out from its sheath. He enjoyed the feel of the other body on his, with the soft flow of the water brushing against his head and the tops of his shoulders.
But all too quickly, Mark felt, he was released from the pin.
Kirby turned around started to rinse himself off. Mark did the same, wondering what he should do next. He felt anxious yet scared; he wanted to feel the supple silkiness of his friend's body, but was unsure of what Kirby
might do.
The nervous fox placed a gentle paw on the small of Kirby's back, just above the bear's board shorts. Kirby paused in his washing at the Mark's touch.
"You're a really good friend, you know." Mark mumbled to the huge backside. "I think you're really great and... I really like you."
Kirby turned around suddenly with a huge grin on his muzzle.
"Just like a fox," the bear almost laughed. "I knew you couldn't resist a sexy beast like me for long," he joked. The fox's face lit up like the world's fuzziest and cutest Christmas tree. Slowly, Mark took in the sight of his large friend. The massive erection that tented his board shorts, the bulging gut that hung over the tops of his waistband, the flabby yet strong arms, and the chubby bosom that had often been the butt of many cruel jokes at school. The sight of it made Mark feel incredibly and surprisingly... horny.
Mark placed his hands tentatively on the large furry belly and began to rub softly, as Kirby's large fingers massaged the fox's bony shoulders. The smaller teenager moved his hands faster and pushed them deeper into the flab, as more blood rushed into both the boys' penis's.
Kirby took hold of Mark under the armpits, hauled him to eye level, and rested him on his enormous chest. The two males began to kiss; softly and lightly at first, then longer and rougher until their lips and muzzles were locked and their tongues swam inside each others mouths like eels. Tail twitching in excitement, Mark kicked off his boardies and began to rub his tiny body slowly against Kirby's great bust. Finding the bear's navel was a fluke, but Mark kept pushing his member into the hole and feeling the soft, fuzzy flab surround and caress the organ every time he thrust forward, and then release it as he withdrew. Mark could feel his orgasm begin, but Kirby suddenly held him at arms length, and the feeling ebbed away.
"What did you do that for?" complained Mark, feeling slightly let down, his tail drooping. But Kirby smiled an enormous grin.
"I've always wanted to do this to you." And with out warning, Mark was swung upside-down, his face level with the bulge in Kirby's shorts. He gasped slightly as he felt something warm and wet smother his genitals, then chuckled idiotically as he realised he was being given head, upside-down.
Holding Mark firmly by the thighs, Kirby sucked at the pulsing cock, his tongue swirling and wreathing gently but speedily around the whole organ, paying close attention to the head of the penis. The fox groaned and wrapped his white-tipped tail around the bears head, forcing Kirby to take more and more of the juicy fox cock. He barely noticed Kirby speak.
"Do me to," the fat teen repeated. Mark understood and untied the string on Kirby's board shorts and pulled them down as far as he could, releasing his friend's erection. Grabbing the swaying penis and pulling it close to his face, he was a little disappointed when he realised that his body was a little too short and therefore he could not get Kirby's entire dick into his mouth. But if he held it steady with two hands he found he could just reach the very end, which was good enough. For both of them.
First, Mark licked off the pre-cum that had formed there earlier. He expected it to taste salty, but he was wrong. It had only a very faint flavour but he couldn't place it, not that he was very worried at that very moment. Managing to fix his lips around the end, and not really knowing what he was doing, Mark poked his tongue at the purple nob and then slid under and around the stretched foreskin and occasionally over the top of the dome.
I must be doing something right, he thought, as both of the teens had begun to groan in pleasure.
Mark came first. His orgasm shot down Kirby's throat in a hot cascade, one, two, three... six times. Sucking the remaining sperm out of his friend and savouring every warm millimetre, he squeezed Mark's thighs in anticipation of his own orgasm. He released his friend's slowly shrinking cock, and simply held the fox against his large body, stroking his back and buttocks.
Mark continued to slather his tongue and lips over Kirby's dick, having paused only slightly during his own fervent explosion. He smiled slightly as Kirby stroked his little furry body, his hands rubbing up and down his back and occasionally around his bum, each time the fingers explored a little further down Mark's crevice.
Mark had never felt so in tune with his body; the large hands massaging his back; his stomach sliding against Kirby's giant gut, lubricated by sweat and water; and his tongue, caressing the quivering bear member, tickling the bulging head, bringing it and its owner ever closer to the apex of orgasm.
Kirby let out a stifled grunt as he ejaculated violently into Mark's head. As the god-like feeling passed, he let Mark suck the remaining cum from his penis before setting the smaller boy gently on his feet.
They both stood in silence, catching their breath and staring at each other in amazed disbelief.
"Wow," Mark managed to croak. Kirby smiled stupidly and nodded. It took several minutes for their brains to start working again, the blissfully warm shower water still falling over the two teenagers, washing away the cum and sweat from their matted fur.
Kirby stopped nodding and gathered his thoughts. "Umm, so... What do you want to do now?" he asked, slightly hopeful.
"We could go back to my place, play the x-box?" replied Mark as he pulled his shorts back on and turned the water off.
Kirby's face fell a little at Mark's suggestion, considering what they had very unexpectedly just done.
"And maybe you could sleep over?" Mark added.
"Would we be doing much sleeping?" Kirby said it as a joke, hiding the fact that he was serious. Mark was looking down as he tied the cord on his boardies.
"Probably not. My parents are away for the week end," he finally looked his friend in the face and smiled. "So we'll probably be too busy to sleep."
It took Kirby a little while to realise that his small friend was serious.
"Now put your pants back on." Kirby pulled his shorts back up and grinned.