It's Not Harassment if No One's Offended
The summer sun reflected brightly off the picturesque blue-green waters of the California coast. The quiet crush of waves against sand and the soft din of distant families and gaggles of friends called out from over the ridge separating this particular beach from the rest of the world. Instead a handful of minimally clothed males reclined and swam in comparative, companionable quiet.
Cole strode absently along with his feet trudging through the surf, waving at passersby and sun bathers with the familiarity of an old fraternity. Cole new all of the beach regulars. The Orca new most of the friends they invited too for that matter. Even the old otter surfers recognized him as the beach king on this strip of sand, a feat considering the many years they spent on those waves. So as he slipped away from the water and under the lifeguard station the handsome tiger gave him a knowing wink along with a grasp at his crimson-clad loins rather than sending him off.
In the warm shade, the strong aquatic stripped off his tight fitted trunks, running his fingers against the smooth skin of his black and white body as he revealed his meaty maleness to the light shadows. He gave the sand a quick swat of his fluke to smooth out the sand then laid back quickly falling asleep.
The quiet, semi private club milled around him gradually: friends coming and going, waves crashing, otters and seals cheering each other on from out on the ocean. Simple, joyful summer sounds drifting quietly around just loud enough to keep Cole comfortably still in the shade. But his nap was cut short by a young ferret prodding him insistently on the shoulder.
"Boss... Boss," his quick voice shouted in a whisper until the Orca roused resistantly. "Do you know that bunny over there?"
Cole lifted himself to his shoulders, ignoring his mid-afternoon 'morning wood' to glance down the ferret's arm toward a familiar raccoon and a not as familiar hare. "When did they get here, slink?" he asked quietly to his slim pest, greeting him with a casual rub to his hip and a finger teasing his bikini line.
"Just a few minutes ago, I think Rodney meant to introduce you but you were asleep," slink replied with a gracious wiggle of his rump. "You don't know him then? Are you gonna give him the initiation? Can I watch?"
A finger slipped around the ferret's backside and teased the tight little hole there as Cole laughed at his eager response. "Depends. If he knows he wants to come back I have to. You know how it is." Slowly he stood up, careful not to hit his head on the planks above. "Grab my shorts and we can go introduce ourselves."
The sun was bright as he stepped out, newly dressed, out into the open. Slink followed close in tow, his already tight faux-bikini tented over his excitement, as Cole strode across the beach imperiously. He waved at old friends again, not quite ready to make a scene yet but soon enough he found himself at their shared blanket standing over them a moment to take stock.
Rodney was a pleasant little raccoon, a bit of a flaming homo but he was a good time when he was drunk at the bonfires. Wearing a g-string that left none of the shapely curve of his ass to the imagination, the ringtail chattered animatedly about this or that fellow swimming out in the crystal clear water. He was a little thicker than the rabbit laying next to him.
There was something vaguely feminine about the hare's shape. He was more like slink than the fairly well built Rodney. He was slim down his upper body but it swelled around his hips and legs. The overlooking orca found himself licking his lips as he watched the little fluff of a tail wiggle attentively at anything and everything the raccoon said. Long ears spilled down his back quite unlike the short trimmed hair tussled on his head. Cole wasn't used to to many land mammals with fur and hair but it looked good on him, a little spiked from the water; easy-going; natural.
This was as good a time as any to break the ice. "Who's your friend, Rod?"
Both turned with a start. Rodney with his pink head poking from his pinker swimwear, the hare's speedo closely resembling Slink's out by the water from his 'front-row seat'. The rabbit recovered first, turn back onto his belly then standing rump first as if to stretch his legs. Cole of course wasn't going to complain. Purposeful or not it was nice to see his toned legs lifting that pert ass. "You must be Cole. Rodney said you'd come by."
The king of the beach was glad he was butch one of the pair. He preferred his males with a little more force to their voice. Not that he was especially manly but more so than the mincing Raccoon. His voice had a full timbre to it and a smooth confident bent to it. He was proving more and more to be Cole's type.
"This is Ty, Big Guy," Rodney interjected in is ubiquitous lilting tone. "He's my buddy from Washington just moved down for work. Thought I'd show him what a real beach is like."
Cole chuckled softly. "It must be a real shocker to see this much sunlight," he quipped with a slap of his fluke as the Rabbit's eyes narrowed hungrily at him. The aquatic just flexed a bit and let him look. Predatory worked just fine with him.
"I like the rain," he insisted, moving closer and pressing his fingers to Cole's chest. "But I think Rodney helped me find a good trade off."
"Well then there's one thing you have to do to make it official," the Orca explained proudly. He dropped his hands to his trunks again and slid them down, hooking them beneath his heavy balls. The white orbs contrasted boldly against the green fabric while his thick tool started to rise, still half plump thanks to the bounty of eye candy and his prior state.
Ty didn't need any instruction. He just grasped at the the hanging flesh and churred softly pressing close to 'hide' their little affair. His paw was soft and warm against the distinct texture of cetacean skin and new just the right pressure to make Cole coo. He let him grope and fondle a while even though it took all of his will power not to just turn around and mount him but soon enough he needed more attention.
"Come on. Need the whole package to let you hang around," The whale stated while his firm hand pressed the rabbit down to his knees.
Again Ty was the consumate expert, opening his mouth wide and sucking on the head, tongue flicking and swirling around the helmet with whimsical abandon. Cole grabbed his head, with both hands, wrapping his fingers around one ear and the others tugged a handful of hair but he let him go at his own pace for now. The hare took his time, sucking lightly and reaching up to grasp at those balls, each a handful in itself. He was practiced in the art of ball juggling, working them back and forth, squeezing in all the right places, tugging and releasing in time with the orca's heartbeat so he couldn't help but loose long gushes of precum into his thirsty muzzle.
"You are a keeper," he complimented as the surfers paddled into shore and cheered from their boards. Some of the beach goers took a glance; some even moved closer to watch. But Ty didn't chicken out. He kept going. Taking him deeper and louder while his little fluff of a tail flittered excitedly behind him.
"Get him hard!" shouted the lifeguard from his station, pumping his meat furiously to the scene but Cole just gave him a glance and went back to enjoying the excellent polishing.
The orca waited until he could feel the rabbit's throat taunting this tip, still an other fist full separating grey fuzzy chin from smooth white balls, before he took control. Thrusting firmly against him keeping a tight grip on his cute little head as he worked his neck open. A short gag was the only resistance the bunny made before Cole felt his shaft sink deep into him. He could see moisture well up in his tightly shut eyes and before he could recoil and give Ty a chance to breathe the rabbit grabbed onto the black ass opposite him and pulled himself to the very root.
Each gulp was a pulse of pure pleasure and Cole shivered powerfully, moaning aloud for the beach to hear. He pulled back, afraid he'd cum to soon, but even with the fluids rushing down the length of his spit slicked dick he was still shooting precum into the rabbits mouth and now onto his face. Ty panted heavily, testing his lung capacity with the thick whale meat but he still took the effort to appreciate the splash of warm juice on his face. He moaned loudly, rubbing his erection through his tented speedo, wet with his own excitement.
Both paused a moment, overwhelmed by such a good match but soon Cole got his second wind and, shooting pre on the sand and the fuzzy rabbit and even his raccoon host slurping jealously at his lips, turned Ty around. He knelt clumsily as he pushed his shoulders toward the blanket but once in position he put his cock in place with one swift thrust. He 'dry humped' the back of that smooth swimwear, staining it with his musky moisture, for a long moment but before long he hooked a finger under Ty's taint and pulled the fabric to the side.
The Rabbit's balls threatened to spill out but by the sudden response of his paw tucking them back in he must have sensed that Cole wanted to do this with the speedos on. His lovely pink pucker instead came into full view, quivering slightly and just asking to be stretched out by thick orca cock. Of course this orca would not disappoint, he shoved slippery head against the hole, spurting gouts of pre onto and even into it.
Ty squealed in mixed anguish and joy, pushing back against it to coax him in. They needed more lube but soon precum made up for it. Popping in with a wet messy sound, Cole slammed forward much harder than he intended to, caught up in momentum and primal excitement. They both took it as a note to set the rhythm though, bucking hard into each other, balls slapping wildly while the board dwellers cheered again. The orca yelled and grunted in time with the sloppy noise of their fucking interlaced with lapine curses and pleas.
Slink inched closer, tail hiked high, and Rodney humped air as sexual energy permeated the afternoon air. More and more beach bums joined the crowd until a roar rang out over all the other sounds. The lifeguard, watching through his binoculars hit his peak, firing spooge into the sand like a starting gun for the ensuing chaos.
Rodney rushed to Cole's balls and sucked on them desperately while a meaty wolf grabbed Slink by the tail and reacquainted himself with the relieved ferret. The crowd gradually degenerated into one of their common, impromptu bacchanals all centered around Col and Ty entangled in near-climactic bliss.
"Cum, Cole!" suddenly the rabbit shouted through gritted teeth. His tight hole clenched even more around his fat dick making the next stroke in his last.
The orca sang out triumphantly, shoving each and every inch of his meat into the eager bunny. Cum rushed out of him like a tidal wave pooling around his dick then back toward him until he could feel his hot cream dribbling over his balls and crotch. That hungry Raccoon tongue lapped it up as fast as it came until the pressure mounted as it is wont to do for his kind. He groaned and rocked deeply against the hare as more of his seed rushed into the tight stuffed space of his caboose. Soaking his innards and marking him as one of their number.
Meanwhile Ty, not to be left out slumped face first into the sand, panting heavier and heavier until the pressure of Cole's release was too much to bear. He shot his wad powerfully into his bikini, splattering out in every direction from the sheer intensity of his climax. They came together making a mess of Rodney's towel and Rodney him for that matter while the others clamoured around them.
"This is Ty!" the whale called out to the crowd despite their indifference to anything he might have to say at this point. "He's one of us! Nobody messes with him!"
He finally pulled out, coating his sticky speedo in one last messy shot of cum covering every square inch in his thick seed and rolled back onto his ass, stumbling over the nosey raccoon who immediately went to work cleaning him up.
"Round 2?" the rabbit asked, turning around and straddling Cole's legs.
Rodney seemed excited by the idea probably hoping he could have a bigger role this time. Rabbits. Worth it but damned exhausting.