Sleepover
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The weekend was finally here and it put quite the bounce in Mike's step. All week he'd been waiting for Friday night to come round so he could head to his friend's place for a sleepover. He'd gotten his homework completed, taken care of any extra chores he needed to do around the house, and convinced his parents that everything would be fine.
Since it was only him, and his two friends, Luke and Tory, his parents figured that the weekend would be nothing but junk food, video games, and movies. Mike had figured out long ago, though, that there was a lot more fun to do with each other when they had the time and privacy.
The dalmatian's sheath tingled at the idea and he squirmed in his seat at school while listening to the teacher drone on about the upcoming finals in the next month, and things that would be on the test. There was no point in trying to listen while his mind was filled with all the naughty things he and his friends would get into.
His phone buzzed in his pocket and he snuck a glance to see a text from Luke.
"FIFTEEN MINUTES!!"
Mike grinned wide and shoved the phone back into his pocket, practically bouncing in his seat. Tory still went to his school, but Luke had ended up at a different high school when they started their freshman year two years ago. As such they only got to see each other on weekends when they didn't have things going on.
The next fifteen minutes of class dragged on for hours, and as soon as the bell rang, the dalmatian was sprinting through the halls towards where the bus was. Getting there quick didn't actually help with anything, and the drive home still felt as if it took forever.
By the time he finally got to Luke's house, it was almost five. His parents dropped him off at his friend's place and he practically attacked the front door to get inside, his spotted, whip tail wagging excitedly.
"I'm coming!" Luke's voice bellowed from inside the house, followed by the sound of paws running across hardwood floor. The deadbolt clacked open and the door swung in to reveal a tall, half-naked tiger with long, black hair.
"Luke!" Mike shouted, leaping forward into the house and practically tackling the larger boy to the ground.
The tiger grunted and stumbled backwards a few steps, holding onto the shorter dog and squeezing him tight to his chest. "Rrf, hey, I missed you, too," he said, chuckling and nuzzling between the spotted ears.
Mike held onto the big tiger for a moment longer before letting go and taking a step back. "Where's Tory?" he asked, looking around the livingroom.
"Downstairs already. We ordered pizza about five minutes ago, too." The tiger rubbed absently at the pair of black briefs he was wearing, which were just barely noticeable under the baggy, white t-shirt.
"Cool. Man, today lasted forever," Mike said, grabbing onto Luke's tail as he followed him down the stairs to the basement.
The orange and black striped appendage twitched in the dog's grip, but Luke didn't seem to mind. "I know! It just kept dragging on and I kept thinking about tonight, and it made things so uncomfortable." The tiger groaned and flopped down in an oversized beanbag in the middle of the downstairs livingroom, in front a large TV.
Tory, a black furred otter, was lounging in a similar beanbag, his long, rudder tail between his legs and hanging down against the floor. His eyes were glued to the TV, fingers flying over the buttons on the controller as he played a game. Unlike the other two boys, he was completely naked.
"Torrrry," Mike said, walking on over to the otter, letting Luke's tail slip from his paws. "Not even gonna say hi?" he teased.
"I just saw you like, five hours ago!" The otter grinned to himself and then paused the game, tossing the controller on the floor as he hopped out of the bag.
Mike's eyes flicked down the smooth, black stomach to the uncut length that hung between the otter's legs, his own sheath swelling at the sight. His gaze was cut off as a paw caught the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss.
The dalmatian's breath caught in his chest as the otter's lips pressed to his, and he parted his lips to let that searching tongue tease against his own. Paws slid up under his shirt and blunt claws dragged down his back. Mike's body stiffened and he arched against the otter's chest, a light moan escaping his mouth into the otter's as their tongue twirled around each other's.
"Hey!" Luke shouted, reaching out with one of his feet and kicking the otter's calf. "We got food coming soon. There's time for that later," he said, amusement in his voice.
Tory pulled back from the kiss, eyes half lidded in pleasure. He gave Mike's nose a quick kiss and flopped backwards into the beanbag again. "Sorry, it's not like I can do that at school. Ms. Thompson would probably have a fit," he said.
It took Mike a couple seconds to recover from the heat of the kiss and the front of his pants felt much tighter than they had moments ago. His eyes traveled over the otter's body, down to the semi-hard shaft laying across Tory's stomach where he reclined in the big bean bag.
"Still with us?" Luke asked, nudging Mike's legs with his foot.
The dalmatian's cheeks reddened under his white fur and he nodded, shaking his head clear of some of the more impure thoughts crossing his mind. "Y-yeah. How much longer until food?" he asked.
Mike grabbed another bean bag and pulled it across the room to sit between the others, looking back up at the screen while Tory resumed his game. Luke pulled out his phone and flicked at the screen a few times. "Mm, forty minutes? Busy night, apparently."
"Anything you want to play?" Tory asked, eyes glued intently on the screen as he mashed buttons on the controller, the tip of his rudder tail flicking between his feet.
"Oh, no, I'm good. I think I'm more of in a watching mood," Mike said, resting his paws on his stomach and settling back in the enveloping seat.
Luke leaned his head forward, teeth bared in a wicked grin. "Bet you won't be in a watching mood later on," he teased.
The dalmatian's face flushed red again and he tried to sink lower into the chair. "S-shut up," he said, but his lips curled into a smile at the corners.
Tory laughed and paused his game for a moment, turning to look at where Mike was. "You know, you can do more than watch right now, if you'd like." For emphasis, he spread his legs and used a paw to fondle his balls and soft shaft.
Mike's eyes locked on the otter's length and his mouth went dry. "Um," he looked back to Luke. "But the pizza will be here soon."
"I'll be the one answering the door. You two can just stay down here," the tiger said.
"Besides," Tory continued. "You're good with your mouth. I bet you can get me off before he arrives."
Mike remained quiet for a few moments, eyes still locked on the otter's flaccid length. He was tempted, but a little embarrassed all the same.
Tory unpaused his game and shrugged, trying not to grin too wide. "Well, up to you. It'll be here if you change your mind."
Before he could give it much thought, Mike slipped from the beanbag and slunk onto the floor. His own length had swollen inside his sheath and was begging to be released. It was the otter's fault, though. Tory always knew how to push his buttons.
The otter spread his legs a bit more for Mike to slide between them, his uncut shaft plumping up a little in anticipation. "Mmm, that didn't take long," he teased.
Mike's breath washed out over the otter's length and he watched it twitch. His cheeks still had a rosy tinge to them, but he wanted this too badly to be embarrassed now. A spotted paw reached out and wrapped around the otter's swelling length, playing with his loose foreskin. He leaned in and slipped his tongue between the otter's hood and his head, swirling it around before his mouth descended over the rest of the length.
Tory let out a huff of excitement, cock swelling much quicker with the physical stimulation. He rolled his hips upward to meet the dog's muzzle, eyes trying to remain focused on his game. The canine was bobbing his muzzle up and down over his cock as it grew and he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate.
Mike's short hair was standing on end on the back of his arms and neck as he serviced his friend's member. It filled out his muzzle and pressed into the back of his throat as he forced himself to take the whole thing. His own was straining against the front of his pants, pre dripping against the fabric as his spotted tail wagged behind him.
There was a rustling of loose beans as Luke pushed himself up and out of the beanbag. The tiger shucked his shorts and boxers and stepped over to where the otter was being serviced. He reached down and gripped the scruff of Mike's neck in a paw and pulled back gently.
The otter's uncut length popped free of the dog's muzzle with a soft gasp of breath. Tory shuddered where he lay, still playing his game, but he spared a couple seconds to glare up at Mike. "Aww, hey, come on," he whined.
"Pfft, sharing is caring," Luke replied, grinning wide as he directed the dog's muzzle towards his own hard length. The tiger's cut length wasn't quite as big as the otter's, but his striped sac was definitely more plump and hung invitingly between his legs.
Mike didn't argue as the slick head of the tiger's cock pushed past his lips, drooling pre across his tongue until the head nudged the back of his throat. He brought one of his paws up to squeeze the full balls against his chin and was rewarded with a gush of pre that nearly choked him.
He squeezed his own shaft through his pants, feeling the dampness spreading beneath his fingers as he throbbed dully and dripped into the fabric. Shaky fingers unsnapped the button holding his pants shut and he squirmed out of the shorts and underwear he had on, his canine member spurting a few watery drops of pre out against the floor.
"Don't you love how excited he gets just by sucking on you?" Luke asked, running his claws lightly against the dog's skull as he rocked his hips into the warm maw a few times. He could see Mike's ears turn red from embarrassment, and it made him throb.
Tory paused his game and tossed the controller back on the beanbag as he stood up, standing near the tiger so that his cock pressed into the dog's cheek. "And how he turns all red like that?" The otter guided the head of his cock to the dog's lips, stroking his foreskin back and forth so that pre smeared over the dog's cheek.
Mike pulled back until the tiger's length slipped from his maw and he plunged back down onto the otter's, giving a gentle nip to the middle of it.
The otter yipped in surprise and stood on his tip-toes, sucking in a breath. "H-hey! Sorry," he said, laughing at the spotted boy that he and the tiger were sharing.
"You make fun, but if I wanted, I could get you off in seconds," the dalmatian said after he pulled the otter's length from his muzzle. He quickly busied himself with a paw on each of his friend's lengths, guiding both towards his muzzle while swirling his tongue in lazy figure-eights around each head.
Luke slipped an arm around the otter's waist and leaned his head over on Tory's, a low groan emanating from his muzzle as he enjoyed the dog's attention. His big, orange and black paw traveled along the otter's spine, claws dancing over his skin.
Tory leaned heavily against Luke's side, one paw holding his waist for support while the other slipped up under his t-shirt to tease at the tiger's nipples with his blunted claws. The dog's ribbon-like tongue was driving him wild as it explored under his foreskin, lips dragging it back and forth to stroke over his head with each movement.
Mike traded the otter's length for the tiger's, but he only got about half of it into his muzzle before the large feline pulled back and gently tapped his nose with it.
"Lay down in the beanbag for me," he said, taking a step back.
The dalmatian wiped the drool and pre from his lips and crawled back until he was able to flop down into the big, comfy seat. "Like this?"
"Perfect," Luke said. He grabbed the edge of the beanbag and pulled it so that the dog was lying flat across it, his head hanging back off the other end. The new position allowed him to lift the dog's legs up and around his chest while straddling the bag.
Mike's paws gripped the edges of the beanbag when it jerked beneath him. His head rolled back and he found himself looking up at the otter from between his legs. Then his legs were pulled apart and the head of the tiger's cock pressed against his tailhole.
It was a bit of a rough entrance as the tiger's length was lubed only by the dog's saliva. Mike grit his teeth and fought to relax as Luke's cock pressed into him, spearing into him like a lance of fire. He'd done this enough times to know the pain would fade.
As an added distraction, Tory crouched down and smacked the dalmatian's nose with his thick shaft. Mike opened his muzzle reflexively, and then nearly choked as several inches of otter cock slid into his muzzle at this new, upsidedown angle.
Luke gave him a few moments to adjust to the intruder under his tail before dragging himself out in a dreadfully slow motion. Mike groaned around the cock in his maw, unable to even focus on trying to please the otter as he continued to relax.
"I need to keep a bottle of lube down here," the tiger growled as he shoved his member back into the dalmatian's passage.
Tory began working up his own rhythm, slowly thrusting his cock into the dog's muzzle, careful not to make him gag as he got used to the length pressing into his throat. He was leaking enough that he could see small rivulets dripping from the corners of Mike's lips and it only spurred him on further.
The pain was starting to ease up, and Mike held onto the beanbag beneath him as his friends thrust into him from both ends. His cock was still hard as a rock against his stomach and pre was dribbling out against his shirt, leaving a damp wet spot in the fabric.
Luke hunched over the spotted dog and began picking up speed, his heavy balls slapping the upturned rear whenever he bottomed out in the hot tunnel. The tiger watched through half-lidded eyes as the otter humped into the dog's mouth, watching the spotted throat bulge whenever the thick head of the otter's cock pushed into it.
Tory's balls slapped against Mike's nose and threatened to suffocate him whenever the otter would grind in deep and flex his cock against the tightness of the dog's throat.
All of it served to keep the dog's canine shaft hard and leaking like a sieve. His knot had swollen to the size of a fist and thumped in time with his heart.
The tiger's thrusts were becoming uneven and erratic as he plowed into the dalmatian. Pre ran from the dog's ring down the underside of his whip-like tail, and the tiger's balls were damp from smacking against the dalmatian's rear.
Tory carefully squeezed Mike's throat as he held himself lodged in deep. He could feel his shaft flex against his pad and he shuddered in excitement. Blunted claws against his legs made him snap back to reality and he saw the dalmatian pushing against him.
"S-sorry," the otter said, his voice clouded with lust. He pulled back to let the dalmatian breath and began stroking himself eagerly, a thick line of pre connecting the head of his uncut shaft to the dog's lips.
Mike coughed a few times to catch his breath. His throat was sore from being stretched to accommodate the otter and the fur across his muzzle and cheeks were soaked in pre that had leaked from the corners of his mouth.
Luke watched intently, picking up as much speed as he could. "Gonna... add stripes to his spots?" he teased.
Tory's paw faltered as he laughed, and he shot the tiger a dirty look. "Shut up," he said, gritting his teeth to concentrate. It only took a few seconds more before the otter moaned into the open basement, ropes of cum firing across the dalmatian's chest and neck.
Mike's body shuddered in shared pleasure as he felt the thick ropes land across his short, fine fur. A burst of the otter's musk filled his nose and he pressed his muzzle up against the black-furred sac, nosing in it as it contracted with each strong pulse of cum.
Luke gave a few more thrusts before he jerked his cock out of the dog's hole and lurched forward. He released the dog's legs and gripped both their cocks in his paws, stroking with a frenzied pace.
The unexpected stimulation made the dog's back arch and the heat from the tiger's shaft against his own sent him crashing over the edge. Both tiger and dalmatian came hard, their own sticky, ropes of seed splattering against the mess the otter had left behind. A few errant strands landed on the beanbag the dog lay on, but the majority soaked into his stomach, chest, and neck.
Luke stumbled backwards until he collapsed into his own beanbag, and the otter just sat gingerly on the edge of the one the dog occupied.
"I... I think I need a towel," the dog said, his head still lolling off the back of the bag as he lay prone, covered in cum.
"You're gonna need a shower first," Tory said, rolling his hips forward so he could wipe the last bit of cum from his cock onto the dog's arm.
Luke laughed and reached helplessly for his underwear which was just out of arm's reach. "Yeah. Shower first, then towel..."
The doorbell rang and all three teens perked up, glancing up the stairs leading out of the basement.
"Then pizza," Luke finished.