Backseat
Loose lips might sink ships, but occasionally they'll get you into a whole different kind of mess.
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The car was upside down, and it was still somehow driving along the highway through the downtown suburbs of the city. Then the car was on its side and lights were flying past in the fastest slow-motion Scott had ever seen. It took him several deep breaths before the car righted itself and everything began coming back into clearer focus.
The otter was sitting in the backseat of an old Lincoln town car while music drummed so loudly through the interior that it made his teeth chatter. He'd been laying across the seat and his head still swam from the excess of beers he'd had only an hour or two ago.
"Ey, you're alive!" a voice said before a heavy paw clamped down on his shoulder and pulled him to an upright sitting position.
Scott groaned as his world spun and his stomach threatened to eject its contents. "Tim?" he asked blearily, blinking his eyes slowly to try and get his bearings.
"Here, drink this," Tim said, uncapping a bottle of water and pressing the tip to the otter's mouth.
Scott tried to protest at first, unsure what it was, but when he felt the cool, refreshing liquid pouring over his tongue he drank greedily until the bottle was empty. It helped settle his nerves and his stomach, and he was able to look around the cab of the car.
Tim, a larger, muscular wolf that he worked with, was sitting in the backseat with him, reeking of beer and club. The front seat had two other guys from his work, Kyle and Jake, both some sort of mixed canines. The whole car reeked of canine, and even the otter's insensitive nose was flooded with the scent of their musk. The music was so loud, so invasive, that he might as well as been deaf to anything but Tim's words whenever the wolf spoke into one of his small, round ears.
They were somewhere downtown, though Scott's vision was too hazy to pick out exactly where they were, and he was unfamiliar with the downtown area at any rate. "What's going on?" he said, unable to hear his own voice.
Tim, though, apparently heard him because the wolf's muzzle pushed close to Scott's ear, hot breath washing over it. "We're heading to The Pit. We got kicked out of Gordon's so we're picking a new club," he said.
Scott didn't remember getting kicked out of Gordon's. He barely remembered much from the club at all, except drinking and having some celebratory food. Their division at work had nailed a particularly lucrative contract a few months back and today they delivered their finished product to the client who was over the moon with their finished design. Worked out to be a big bonus for them, and they, of course, needed to celebrate.
The otter was beginning to think he celebrated a bit too hard so far.
"Oof," he muttered, rubbing over his forehead with one paw. "I don't remember," he groaned, trying to focus his thoughts.
"Not surprised. You were pretty trashed," Tim said, poking him in the side. "You get pretty mouthy when you're drunk, too."
Scott's cheeks turned red under his brown cheeks and he brushed his black hair back from his eyes, blinking blearily up at the wolf. "Oh... oh god, what did I say?" he asked, wondering just what he might have let loose.
Tim cast a glance up at the front seat where Kyle and Jake were singing along unintelligibly to the music before turning his attention back to the drunk otter. "Well, you were telling me just how good you were at giving head," he whispered, lips pressed to one of the otter's ears.
Scott's eyes went wide and his face burned. "Oh god." He'd only been at the company for half a year and didn't ever spend any time with the others outside of work, and none of them knew he was gay. Until now.
"Mhm," Tim continued. "You were telling me just how much you'd love a big, fat sheath to play with..."
Scott groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as both of his paws came up to his face to hold his head in shame.
"Then you were asking me if I had a nice, fat sheath for you," the wolf continued, his chest rumbling in a low growl as he draped an arm around the otter to keep him close. "Asked me if I'd let you slide your tongue into it and play with my balls."
"I'm so... SO... so sorry," Scott managed to say from behind his paws, the sound barely more than a whisper.
The wolf growled and squeezed Scott to his side. "Me too. You passed out shortly after and I didn't get to take you up on that offer," Tim murmured, giving a small nip to one of the otter's ears when their coworkers in the front seat weren't paying much attention.
That small nip to his ear sent a jolt of electricity down Scott's spine and he turned to look up at Tim, his face still red as a beat. "Hrr?" he mumbled, looking confused.
"Hey, you're pretty cute. Bit quiet, usually, but seems a few beers can fix that," he teased. His free paw reached over and began rubbing over the otter's chest and stomach, claws teasing him through his t-shirt.
Scott's body stiffened at the touch, sure he was just imagining things as his head continued to make the world spin. "Wh-wait... you're-?"
"Eh, sorta... usually like girls, but... there's something about otters," he said, sliding his paw up under Scott's shirt to trace his claws through the short, brown fur. "Maybe it's that big, thick tail."
The otter felt his member stir quickly at the attention he was receiving and his awareness of anything past the backseat of the car vanished from his mind. "Uh-I... I-uh, I just," he struggled to find the words to say before teeth nipped at his neck, drawing a sharp intake of breath from him.
"Mhm, can't help it. Otters drive me wild," Tim admitted, dragging his claws up over Scott's chest until he found the small, nubs of flesh to pinch and twist.
Scott's cock pulsed in his lap, straining against his shorts as the wolf's large paw teased his nipples. "Ngh, I... I like canines," he said clumsily, eyes closed and paws gripping the edge of the back seat to steady himself.
That seemed to excite Tim and he slid his paw down to Scott's stomach, rubbing in small, circular motions. "What do you like about canines?" he asked, teeth bared in an animalist grin. "That big, fat sheath?"
Scott nodded shakily, his breath ragged and uneven as he squirmed beneath the big, grey paw. "A-and the big, th-thick knot," he admitted.
"I've got a big one for you to play with, otter." The last word was more pronounced than the others and Tim followed it with another quick nip to Scott's neck as his paw snuck under the waistband of Scott's shorts to grip his hard length through the boxer-briefs he was wearing.
If power-metal hadn't been blaring through the car's interior, the other two canines in the front seat would have heard the wanton moan that came from Scott's muzzle. The two remained oblivious as the wolf in the backseat teased and tortured the poor mustelid sitting next to him.
Scott's cock throbbed hard in the wolf's paw as it squeezed up his length, fingers teasing the head of his uncut cock through the cotton of his underwear. The otter's body jerked hard to one side and he leaned hard into the back of the seat as his length began pulsing.
Tim was just squeezing and teasing along the otter's trapped length, tongue rasping over the otter's ear while his eyes kept a forward lookout. It came a surprise when he felt a sudden wetness gush out against his paw and the otter at his side began trembling. The smell of booze, canine, and clove cigarettes were too strong for him to smell the otter's musk, but there was no denying the pulsing in his paw, or the viscous seed that was coating his paw.
Scott couldn't help it as he came hard, length shooting out a heavy load of his seed into his underwear, the stuff pushing through to cover Tim's wandering paw. His heart beat rapidly in his chest and he spasmed as he spurt the last of his load into his briefs. His crotch and the inside of his thighs were drenched in his cum and his face burned with embarrassment.
Tim's own length pulsed with arousal and he squeezed the otter's hard length, feeling the fabric smear cum around everywhere. "That," Tim started to say, his teeth finding Scott's neck once more. "Was fuckin hot."
Scott's body twitched and his shaft remained hard as a rock between his legs as the wolf's paw pulled away. It slid up his chest and smeared wet cum into his short fur, cleaning the wolf's paw and leaving the poor otter a sticky mess. "S-sorry," he whispered, still feeling ashamed for having cum so quickly.
The wolf shook his head and licked Scott's ear. "Nuh uh, don't be sorry yet," he said.
The Lincoln made one final turn as it pulled into a dark parking lot and found a spot near the back, behind the club. The music cut off and the sudden absence of sound was almost deafening compared to a few seconds before. Doors opened, canines got out, and Scott could only sit there, cum still warm on his fur and flesh as he took calming breaths.
"You guys go ahead," Tim said, still holding his door open. "I'm just gonna make sure that the rudderbutt's doing okay," he told the others.
They laughed and clapped Tim on the shoulder before walking off towards the front of the club, leaving the two alone in the dark, lightless parking lot. As soon as they were out of sight, Tim walked around to the other door and opened it for Scott.
The otter looked out at the pavement, blinking a few times before swinging his legs out. Before he could stand up, a heavy paw caught his shoulder and he found himself going to his knees rather than his feet.
"You wanted a fat sheath to play with, right?" Tim asked, grinning down at the smaller otter. His grey paws made quick work of the button and zipper on the front of his jeans.
Scott's vision seemed to come into focus better when the wolf's black and red jockstrap came into view right in front of his face. A paw on the back of his head urged him forward and he found himself nuzzling into the fabric, moaning appreciatively as he felt the thick, hard lump beneath the fabric.
"Rrf, don't have much time to play back here, otter." Tim pushed his jeans and jockstrap down around his thighs, his swollen, full sheath falling forward towards the slim otter's muzzle. Several inches of veined, pink canine length were already free and the fur around the tip of the sheath was damp with pre.
Scott didn't need any urging to dive in and drag his nose and lips along the exposed length and damp sheath. His technique was sloppy from inebriation, but his was all too eager to get what he'd been offered. Tim did indeed have a big, fat sheath and one of the otter's paws wrapped around the furry holder to drag it upwards, covering the engorged length.
Tim hissed through clenched teeth, one paw holding the car door while the other squeezed Scott's shoulder. His cock throbbed needily in his sheath, trapped by the otter's teasing for a few seconds before his skin was tugged back down. The otter's muzzle enveloped his length and he woofed out happily. "Ooh, yes... play with my knot," he muttered.
The otter's tongue traced along the thick vein on the underside of Tim's length, one paw cupping the full, round balls, and the other squeezing down over the wolf's growing knot. Already it was thick enough that Scott couldn't slide his muzzle all the way to the base of the wolf's length anymore.
His knees ached from kneeling on the pavement in the parking lot, and if he'd been more sober, he'd have cared about being in such a public place. His blunt muzzle bobbed back and forth over the wolf's shaft, pre dribbling over his chin, too drunk to try and not be messy. Tim was muttering dirty encouragements above him and the wolf's hips began humping against his face, knot grinding against his lips as it continued swelling.
Scott released the grey-furred balls to clumsily push down his own shorts and briefs, his fur a smeared mess of warm seed. His fingers tugged back his foreskin, spreading cum down along his length as he began masturbating on his knees, back against the quarter panel of the Lincoln while he serviced his canine coworker.
Tim pushed aside Scott's other paw, taking care of his own, huge knot now. His hips drove his length into the otter's maw, muzzle hanging open wordlessly as he neared his climax. He squeezed down tight behind his knot with one paw and used the other to grab Scott by his short, black hair.
The wolf tugged the otter back with a snarl, his cock popping free of the wet muzzle while he angled the tip towards Scott's face. Ropes of cum splashed forward over the otter's face. Long, sticky, white ropes of seed that left a webbed pattern over the otter's fine, brown fur.
Scott jerked as the first shot of cum hit him square in forehead. His eyes flicked shut in time as another rope painted his face and the otter grunted hard as he came again. Cum drooled down from the head of his uncut shaft over his paw after several spurts landed in front of him, between Tim's feet.
"Rrr, drink the rest," Tim growled huskily, pulling the otter's head back down onto his cock. The tip of his length rest on the otter's tongue as the last few bursts of seed filled Scott's small muzzle and forced him to swallow to keep up with the flow.
When the wolf had finished cumming he wiped the tip of his cock off on the otter's shoulder before stuffing himself back into his pants. "Rrf, definitely going to have to have you playing with my knot after we get out of here," he muttered, voice choked from arousal.
Scott just leaned back against the car, face a complete mess of the wolf's seed, and his crotch still covered in his earlier load. "I... I think I'll wait out here," he mumbled, using the hem of his shirt to clear his face of some of the warm canine seed.
"Nah, Kyle's got a workout bag in the back, you can wear his clothes," Scott said.
Ten minutes later Scott was stumbling along beside Tim as they made it into the club. The workout clothes were thankfully clean, but his fur was sticking up in a couple places on his face where the wolf's cum had been.
Kyle waved them over to a booth as they entered, he and Jake already a few drinks in, and he tilted his head in confusion as Scott and Tim approached. "Where you always wearing that?" Kyle slurred drunkenly.
Scott's cheeks flushed and he was going to answer before Jake smacked Kyle's shoulder. "Ish not like he could have changshed closh, moron," Jake chided.
The wolf and otter slid into the booth, the latter with an apologetic smile as one of the waitresses came by, batting her long lashes at the two new guys. "Ooh, and what can I get you two to drink, hm?"
"I'll just have a water," Scott said, feeling a bit embarrassed not to be ordering a beer at a bar.
When Kyle and Tim looked at him, almost scandalized, the otter looked over to Tim who had a shit-eating grin on his face. Scott's blush deepened and he shrugged. "I just wanna be awake for later."