A Day in the Life of a Sea Weasel
A Day in the Life of a Sea Weasel
(Reuploaded due to problems with first upload)
***For this story, rather than having two people meet by circumstance and fall in love and/or fuck like bunnies, I decided to write about a couple who are already dating. Therefore there will be fewer preambles and more yiff. This is to improve my ability to depict foreplay and romance as opposed to hard core yiffing. Make no mistake, there will be yiff and its core will be hard, but there will be other elements in play as well. Enjoy.***
In the early morning, two otters slept peacefully in a king-sized bed. They were sleeping in a spoon position. The otter in the rear was a deep, dark brown color, very close to being black. He was well muscled and had shoulder-length golden blonde hair. The one wrapped in the darker otter's arms was a light, caramel brown color. His hair was black, and he wore it fairly short. He was muscled as well, but it was more definition than bulk. The light otter was also shorter and had a more delicate frame than the dark otter. The dark otter's name was Darren, the light otter's name was Joff.
Both were silent and content for a while, but Joff began getting fidgety. A look of irritation crossed his face and he blearily opened his eyes. After blinking a couple times, Joff grunted and threw the blankets off of himself and Darren. The reason for Joff's discomfort immediately became clear, as Darren's seven inch erection was digging into Joff's lower back. Joff flipped over so he was facing his lover and wrapped one of his paws around the pink member throbbing against the sheets.
Joff planted a kiss on Darren's muzzle and gave the cock a firm squeeze. "Good morning hun," the otter said. "Wakey, wakey." Another squeeze to his cock got Darren's attention.
"Hehe, morning gorgeous," Darren said, leaning in to kiss Joff. "Mmm, that feels good hun." Joff was still lightly stroking Darren's erection.
Joff gave a coy smile and removed his paw, licking the pre off it. "I know, but it'll have to wait. It's breakfast time and I'm hungry." Joff stood and walked over to the dresser, keeping his tail held high enough for his ass to be fully visible.
"You are such a tease," Darren chuckled. Staring at Joffs pert little ass wasn't going to make his raging boner go away, so Darren got up and went to his own dresser to pull on some clothes. By the time he'd put on underwear, a pair of jeans, and a tank top, his erection had subsided. "So what do you want to-" Darren began as he turned around. He was stopped dead by what he saw. Joff was standing in front of the full-length mirror, wearing only a red thong. Darren felt his sheath plumping up again, so he quickly turned back to his dresser to grab some socks. Joff always liked to see how many hours in the day he could keep Darren boned up.
"I dunno," Joff said, acting as though he hadn't noticed Darren's predicament. "What about the trout? It'll go bad if we don't eat it soon." When Darren turned around, his footpaws now sheathed in socks, Joff was wearing a pair of tight cutoff shorts and was pulling on a fishnet shirt. Darren just sighed...even clothed, Joff was a huge turn-on.
"Sounds good to me. I'll go get it started," said Darren. Joff seemed to have no notion of how uncomfortable walking around with a hard-on could be. Oh well, Darren thought, at least I get some eye candy. Darren walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. "Fried, baked, or grilled," he called back towards the bedroom.
"Fried," Joff hollered from inside the room. Darren pulled out a frying pan and tossed four trout in with some butter, lemon, and spices. After turning the heat on the stove to medium, Darren turned around to see Joff bent over with his ass in Darren's face. "Do these shorts make my ass look fat," Joff asked innocently.
"You're as fuckable as ever my love," Darren said with a sigh. "Do you take pleasure in keeping me hot and bothered all day every day?" Darren turned back to the pan and began flipping the fish.
"Yes, but you know you love it," Joff said with a smirk. "Mmm, that smells great hun. Can't wait to get some." Joff grabbed plates and forks from the cupboard and set them on the table. He grabbed two glasses as well. "OJ or milk Dar," Joff asked.
"Better go with OJ, with all the teasing you're doing, you're gonna get plenty of milk later." Darren brought the pan to the table and placed two fish on each plate. He brought the empty pan to the sink, then placed a kiss on the side of Joff's neck as he walked behind him.
After Darren had seated himself, Joff began eating. "This is great hun. You're such a good cook." Joff washed the mouthful of fish down with a gulp of juice and gave Darren a smile.
"Thanks," Darren said with his mouth half full, "but flattery won't get you out of a good fucking tonight." He winked at his mate and continued eating.
"Like I'd actually try to get out of it," Joff retorted with a giggle. "The main reason I keep you horny all day is because it makes you a beast in bed. You know I like it rough." Joff lifted his leg and placed his bare footpaw on Darren's crotch, wiggling his toes on his sheath and balls.
Darren squirmed a bit. "Well in that case, you're gonna get it rough. Now get your tootsies off my nads, I don't want to go out with a tent in my pants. I can't hide it in tight jeans." Darren was a bit disappointed when his mate's warm toes left his package, but he didn't let on. "Now, speaking of going out, what do you wanna do today?"
Joff munched his fish thoughtfully before answering. "We could go to the beach. I'm feeling a bit daring today, so I kinda want to wear my special speedo."
Darren grunted and imagined how that would go. "If you go in that scrap, I'll have to wear my swim trunks to hide my boner. That thing is a quarter inch too wide in the ass to be a thong. Last time, there were at least five lust smitten dudes following you all over the place at any given time." Darren thought about it as he finished his breakfast. When he got up, he said "But what the fuck, right? It'll be fun. You teasing me and everyone else, me getting all hot and bothered all day and coming home to fuck you into a coma. Why not?"
Joff smiled happily. "I'll go get changed," he said in a sing-song voice. He grabbed his plate and Darren's and put them in the sink as he walked back to the bedroom. Darren cracked his neck and walked into the bathroom, where the two-man bath tub/shower was to grab his swim trunks. They were still damp from yesterday's swim. Hey, they were otters, they swam at least six times a week. Darren took off his jeans and underwear and replaced them with his trunks. He'd cut out the meshing on them because it irritated his nuts. As a result, the trunks were very loose and baggy around the nether region, making it a bit easier to hide an erection. He stepped out of the bathroom just as Joff returned from the bedroom. He was still sporting his fishnet shirt, but he'd changed from the cutoffs to a pair of loose short shorts, which no doubt concealed the speedo.
"I'm ready to go hun, you?" Joff sat down and put on a pair of flip-flops, wriggling his plush toes around in them. Darren, who preferred to go barefoot, just nodded and walked to the door, picking up their ever-ready beach bags on the way. The beach was literally a block and a half away, so it only took the otters five minutes to get there. When they arrived, they laid out their blanket and put up their umbrella. Once their spot was set up, the stripped down. Darren just had to remove his shirt, whereas Joff first kicked off his flip-flops, then pulled off the fishnet shirt, and finally, slowly lowered his short shorts down. Once they were off and Joffs speedo was in full view, Darren noticed at least a dozen people ogling Joffs ass. Not that Darren could blame them, the speedo was hot pink, with a nice bulge in the front, and almost no material in the back.
Joff smiled at Darren, and started to walk towards the water, flicking his tail across Darren's crotch on as he passed by. Darren's member peeked out of its sheath and he chuckled a bit. Well I asked for it, he thought. He chased after Joff, smacking his ass when he caught up and then ran by him to the water. Joff eeped when he felt Darren's hand hit his ass, then raced after his lover into the ocean. The rest of the day was more of the same. The two otters wrestled, body surfed, and basked in the sun. Finally, worn out and salty, they packed up and went back home.
They got in the house and dropped their bags near the door. "Shower?" Joff gave Darren a smile.
"Of course," Darren said, chuckling. He followed Joff into the bathroom, closing the door behind them. Darren grabbed Joff's shorts and speedo and pulled them both down at once, kissing his way down his back as he did so. Joff, meanwhile, pulled off his fishnet shirt. Once he was nude, he turned and similarly stripped Darren. They shared a passionate kiss before stepping into the shower together. Darren turned on the water, shivering a bit until it warmed up. Once the water was at the perfect temperature, the otters began soaping each other up.
Joff took the removable showerhead off its mount once they were both all lathered up and began rinsing the suds off Darren, paying special attention to his groin and the area around his tailhole. Darren just murred as the powerful jets worked over his body. The murr turned to a moan when Joff's warm tongue began dancing around Darren's tight pucker.
"Now now, none of that yet," Darren said, even though his cock was rapidly emerging from his sheath. He turned around to deny Joff access to his hole, and instead found the tongue running the length of his cock.
"How about this then," Joff asked with a naughty smile. He moved back towards the cock, but Darren's hand stopped him and pulled him into a standing position. Once Joff was upright, Darren gave him a deep kiss.
"I love you," Darren said, "but right now, you look like a snow-otter, and I'll have trouble keeping a straight face if you look like that while blowing me." He took the showerhead from Joff and proceeded to spray the suds out of his fur and down the drain. "There's my cute hubby. Now sit," Darren said, pointing to the seat in the bathtub. Joff sat down and Darren placed the showerhead back in its holder then took the adjacent seat. Once they were both seated, Darren reached down and grabbed Joff's ankles, pulling his feet up into his lap.
Joff moaned as Darren began caressing his soft feet. Darren really knew how to get him going. The sensations running up from his feet soon had Joffs six inch pink cock at full mast. "You're so good at foot rubs," he said as Darren continued massaging his soles and toes. Joff gasped as he felt Darren squeeze his footpaws together around his hard cock. Joff moaned as Darren thrust his hardness through the smaller otter's sensitive footpads. After a few seconds, they were both panting and gasping.
"Wait," Darren said. "Let's finish this in the bedroom." Joff smiled, took his feet off Darren's exposed cock, and stood up.
"Sounds like a plan to me," Joff said, turning the shower off. They both stepped out onto the bathroom floor and toweled each other dry. Once they were satisfied that the blankets wouldn't get damp, they made their way to the bedroom. Darren had Joff lay down on his back, with his ass at the foot of the bed. Once Joff was in position, Darren stood at the foot of the bed with his hard rod pointing at his love's tailhole.
Joff looked at Darren with need all over his face. "Do it," he said. "Hard and fast." Darren obliged, pushing his cock fully into Joff's tight ass in one hard thrust. "Oh YES!!!" Joff was definitely loud in bed. Darren began fucking Joffs ass like a piston, hard and fast, just as ordered. Joff's legs were flailing around in the air as he was being fucked and Darren saw an opportunity to bring his lover even more pleasure. He grabbed the flopping footpaws which were close to his head and began rubbing and massaging them. Joff nearly fainted from ecstasy as his prostate and both of his sensitive feet were stimulated.
Joff was moaning and groaning loudly as his ass was pounded, getting more vocal the closer he came to orgasm. Darren, on the other hand, kept his voice under control and instead focused his energy on giving Joff an incredible fuck. With all the pleasure coursing through their bodies, neither otter would last long. Darren was the first to cum. With a moan, he hilted himself in Joff's ass, spraying his seed deep into the smaller otter's ass. The feeling of being filled with cum pushed Joff over the edge, and he yelled loudly enough to be mistaken for a wolf as he blew his load all over his chest and belly. Darren fell on this prize like a hawk, lapping up all of his mate's spooge.
"You see...what I...mean," Joff said as he tried to catch his breath. "You're always much...better after a long...day of teasing." He scooched back on the bed until his head was on the pillow. Darren walked around and hopped in next to him, wrapping Joff in his warm embrace.
"Same plan tomorrow," Darren asked with a smile.
"Wouldn't miss it."
"I love you."
"I love you too."
And with that, both otters fell asleep in each other's arms, dreaming of the next day.