Pay the Bills #3: Awkward Intercourse
Pay the Bills #3: Awkward Intercourse
"Listen, I'm sorry about earlier," the otter said shyly as the fox pulled on his underwear and jeans, "I'm just...there's a lot of shit in my life right now. I don't even know why I applied for the job, I--"
"You're not entirely straight, are you?" the fox said, more of a statement then a question, as he grabbed his shirt, "why'd you say you were in the interview?"
"Because I..." the otter trailed off, his mouth hanging open. Then, he sighed and drooped his head, sniffling. "I guess I'm not, then. I guess I'm gay..."
"Hey," Gabe walked over and took the otter by the shoulders, "nothing wrong with that. Hell, I just got blown by a tiger who was definitely male, and it was good!" he glanced around the room, "just look where we are, this is a gay yiff palace!"
The otter chuckled, looking around and blushing, "yeah, I guess...so are you...gay...then?"
"No, I think I might just be bi," Gabe said. He wrapped his arms around the otter and pulled him into a brief but tight hug.
"What was that for?" the otter asked when the two furs pulled away from each other.
The fox shrugged and started pulling on his shirt. "You just looked kinda sad and nervous, I guess."
"Don't!" the otter interrupted.
"Don't what?"
"I...I mean, you can leave your shirt off, if you want," the otter said quietly, "I think you look kinda...hot, y'know, without it..."
Gabe smiled. "Sure, pal." He tossed the shirt to the side, and then stretched, reaching his arms above him and showing off the soft white fur of his stomach. "You nervous?"
"Y-yeah..." the otter said.
"Well, since the tiger's gone...how about I'll just be him: come here, and do whatever you want."
"What?"
"Well, if you wanna feel my fur...or see more of it, or..." the fox blushed himself, and the otter laughed. "And I don't think you ever told me your name..."
"George," the otter said, walking over to the fox and wrapping his arms around him, paws trembling. "You are...soft..."
"I guess," Gabe said. The otter began to pet the fur of his back, and Gabe returned the embrace, surprising himself by leaning into the hug and setting his head on the otter's shoulders.
George stepped back and pulled of his shirt, dropping it to the floor and looking shyly up at the fox.
"Don't be so nervous," Gabe said, chuckling, "I've already seen everything you have."
"I'm just...kinda self conscious..." the otter admitted.
"Why? You've got a beautiful body. You're welcome to show me more of it, if you want," Gabe said with a nervous grin.
The otter moved his hands down to his pants and hooked his thumbs inside the waistband. Then he paused, looking up at the fox. "How about...you first?"
"Sure, pal," the fox undid the button of his jeans, then hesitated himself. "Er...same time?"
"One...two..." the otter said, gripping his pants
"Three!" both furs called out at the same time, and pushed their pants to their knees. Then, they each marvelled at the other's equipment, as both began to grow erect.
"You look...very nice..." Gabe said. The otter blushed and smiled awkwardly.
"Th-thanks. You too."
"Can I...can you let me do something?" Gabe asked, "I'm...uh, well...I've had muzzle, but never given it, and...I'd like to...y'know...try?"
"Never gotten any," the otter said, "so...well, I wouldn't know if you did it right, ya know?"
"Then...how do I?"
"If you make me shoot, you did it right," George responded, blushing, "I...didn't mean that to be so..."
The fox fell to his knees in front of the otter. "Just shut up and let me blow you," he said, before he leaned forward and tried to take in the otter's entire length. He gagged and pulled off, choking.
"Go slow," George suggested, "for now, just lick it. And shouldn't this sort of thing come naturally to a fox?"
"Fuck you," Gabe grunted as he flicked his tongue across the otter's tip.
The otter groaned. "Oooh, maybe later, foxy!"
Gabe continued to lick at George's member, trying to focus on spots that seemed to draw especially large moans from the otter. Soon, he felt confident enough to take the length in muzzle, and took in the tip, grimacing slightly at his first taste of pre that wasn't from himself.
He then began to bob his head up and down a few inches of that otter cock, reaching up a paw to rub at where he couldn't reach his lips. The otter soon began bucking...and then shot his load without warning.
The fox choked and pulled off, taking the last two shots to the face as he coughed up the cum in his throat.
"Oh god, I'm sorry!" the otter said, "I...I kinda fell into it, I should've told you..."
"Don't worry about it," Gabe said, "just come down and help me get this off."
The otter sank to his knees and leaned into the fox, licking his otter spooge from Gabe's face. When the fox's fur was clean, the otter then leaned in more and threw his arms around the fox's body, leaning his head on that red-furred shoulder and crying quietly.
"Hey, buddy, it's...it's all right," Gabe said, patting George on the back, "whatever it is...I'm here for ya...I'm here for anything you need..."
"Just let me stay at your place tonight, it's close, right?" the otter sobbed, "and don't kick me out in the morning...please?"
"O-okay," the fox said, "I only have a single bed, no couch or anything, so..."
"That's fine," the otter said, "you can tie me down and whip me if you want, just never, ever, betray me..."
The fox frowned as he kneeled there and held the naked, sobbing, trouble-filled otter.
What was wrong with him? Why was he so desperate?
"You can stay in my place tonight," Gabe whispered, "but tomorrow, we need to talk. Okay?"
"Okay. And Gabe?"
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."