otter-mated
Heading for Holt
I'd been working as a mechanic for around ten years. I'd dreamt of becoming a racer since I was a little pup but bein' a mechanic is much too hard to make a livin'. The first time I got to drive a car was when I was six. My dad had me up on his lap to keep me from making any faulty turns. I felt like I could take on the world when I was in the car. When I was 8 years old I told my pop I would like to drive cars.
He said "of course son, now that we have some cash saved up I'll be able to get you a nice piece that you can travel back and forth to work with. "No dad, I mean I want my very own otter-mobile that I can use to beat others in derbies". "Listen to me son, there is no way that I will let you throw away your life like that".
"But dad I really want to race!".
"Trust me son, you're better off with a steady career". "If you want to make real money then the only way to go is a mechanic". "You can't make money just racing son and to try would be futile".
During that day I've experienced one of the greatest heartbreaks of my entire life. Since then I've never given up hope on becoming a driver. Instead of finishing school I dropped out around middle school and eventually became a mechanic just like my pop. I loved fixing the cars but I felt that racing them was much more enjoyable. My dad was proud of my decision and completely supportive. I made a few childhood friends but only a few of them stuck around till I became an adult. When I turned 12 dad promised me that when he thought I was more mature he would pass on to me his 1909 model T, I was so thrilled when I heard that. To prepare for my car, I knew I had to start saving up money. I went from door to door (which in our time was about a quarter of a mile) harvesting crops and taking care of livestock. While other people were saving up to buy new baseball gloves I saved up every dime I had for my soon-to-be ottermobile.
I met another boy named Ralph when I was trying to make money. He only lived like two miles away so we were practically across the street. Every afternoon he would come over to my house after I got finished harvesting and we would play catch. He was an absolute baseball fanatic. Soon enough After around 100 days of harvesting I had pinched enough pennies to earn around 200 dollars which was like one fifth my dad's annual salary. Finally my 13th birthday came around and dad bought me a brand new radiovision. I thought it was pretty cool, even though I would much rather fancy a new car. When Ralph found out we had radiovision we started hosting our get-togethers at my house.
Every day after finishing with cropwork Ralph would opt to come over and maybe even spend the night. We would usually start by drawing our art in the dirt with sticks, it became a hobby for us. My drawings weren't nearly as good but they all seemed very life-like. On wednesdays we would hang out near the local water hole and spend our time swimming in the creek. By the time we would get home we were practically dry but fairly dirty. Ralph and I would shower together to save water and he always brought his soap on a rope so that we could both be "extra" clean. He brought a few of his clothes to our house and left them in my room because of how frequently he visited. Ralph basically became a part of the family. My new friend even became a mentor to my sister (whom I find hard to resist backhanding). When we blew out the candles we would often discuss our theories on life, such as "will we ever make it to the moon?"
Our lives seemed pretty standard, occasionally I would go on his family outings into the big city but I would try hard not to spend any money. Ralph on the other hand would blow all of his allowance on baseball cards and accessories. Most of the week he had school so we would only hang out in the afternoon or on weekends. Ralph was the only person who showed up to my 14th birthday party so it made me feel lonely. When I turned 14 dad let me take the car out for a cruise. He wouldn't let me go too far, but he let me go fast. What he said to me at the end of the ride was a big surprise to me.
"Son, its yours". My eyes opened wide at his statement, I didn't think he would consider me as an adult until I reached a later age. It was the happiest moment of my life so I promised I would be responsible.
A week after my birthday party Ralph and I were sitting on the swingchair and I felt something come over me so I leaned in and started kissing Ralphy directly on the lips. At first he wasn't paying attention and he just relaxed, but then he flinched and shoved me off the swing.
"Stan! what are you doing?" yelled Ralph.
I was at a loss for words, I wasn't sure of what I did to upset him. Before I could respond my dad came out of the house in a furious rampage. "Uh oh Ralph, you'd better go".
"What the hell did you just do?".
I-I'm not sure pop I just...
"you aren't supposed to kiss other boys" he interrupted. "You just.... you know what forget it son you're not getting the car.
"But daad!"
"I thought I could count on you as an adult and your already making bad decisions".
I asked my dad what I did wrong and he told me that I was forbidden to fool around with other guys. That year became both the highlight and downfall of my life. I have never felt so humiliated, my father told me to go to bed without supper that night. The next morning I was awoken by a pastor incanting meaningless phrases into my face. Half the community watched as it looked like I was having an exorcism. I felt completely embarrassed and broke out into tears. I didn't know that what I did the day before was a sin and even after a day of repenting I still felt bad about myself. After the ceremony I just stayed outside in the shed. One of the neighbor boys approached me to talk to me and said I'm really sorry about what happened to you today. I told him everything, I said that I couldn't help it and I just felt wired to make out with my friend.
He said "yeah I know exactly how you feel". Those kind of feelings are only natural to us. Before I could grasp what he was trying to tell me he drew me in closely and started to grope my body. I wanted to call out for help but it felt too good to complain. I let him stand there and kiss my chest. He eventually worked his way up to my lips and I tried to break it off.
When I said "I tried to break it off" I didn't really try that hard. I completely caved in with time and we slid down the field onto third base. Soon enough I found him with lowering my drawers. Every part of me enjoyed what he did and urged him to continue. I knew I had done something wrong but temptation led me into a one-way ambush.
He had me up against the wall within seconds. He lifted both of my knees up above his waist with his arms and used the wall to support me vertically. Before I let him get started I asked him what his name was and he simply replied "Dusk". The tall black n' white wolf started slipping his penis inside me. The only thing I could think of at the time was that "least we weren't kissing anymore", at this age I wasn't familiar with sex so I let him lead me through it. He used gravity to his advantage to keep me centered on his cock. The first couple seconds of humping was incredibly painful. Once my hole became used to the pounding, each of his thrusts sent a wonderful pulsing sensation through my body. Just the feeling of him holding me the way that he was made me feel safe and secure, that feeling of security also turned me on. I spent around 10 minutes just riding up and down his muscular body. Rubbing against his fur started making me sweat. We removed our shirts to keep us from overheating. At this point I was loose enough for him to slip in and out of me like we were buttered up. After about 5 more minutes of me bouncing on him I finally came. Once he was aware that I already had my orgasm he forced himself to finish up. He kept me pinned up against the wall sealing his juices inside of me for a really long time. I was just sitting still on his rod while being held up against the toolshed's wall just embracing him and staring into his eyes. I started to drift off and fall asleep in his arms. Before I got too drowsy he lowered me onto the wooden floor gently. He then dressed both of us up, and stumbled out of our lot.
To this day I've never seen Ralph or Dusk but I'll never forget Dusk's unique name as it took away my breath, as well as my virginity. Of course I've never told my dad any of this because I knew right off the bat what he would think. I continued with the thought that what happened was only natural and just a phase. As I grew older I matured and realized that I couldn't help the way I felt that day long ago. I've been able to manage living closeted for a good portion of my life. Since new stuff seemed to be developed every other day, it was easy to forget about relationships.
I'm glad dad turned out to be correct, the market demand for automobiles was beginning to flourish. It was easy to make a killing in this day. All I had to do was fix junkers and re-sell them for big money. I was able to rack up around 4k a year. Over the years I bought my own house with direct money. Soon enough my life had really started to grow dull and meaningless. I was already forty years old and It was about my time that I fulfilled my childhood dreams. After waving bye to my parents I ventured far from desolation and headed into the "Big City". I found an ad advertising undercover stock-car racing within my first week of vacationing there. I followed it to the "lair" only to find that it was a "balls out" illegal operation. After watching the high stakes races I realized that this was not what I longed for. People would bet their entire car, which made me angry because I felt that the bond between someone and their first car should be everlasting.
I was not accustomed to the life-style here either. People here weren't friendly or sentimental and to make matters worse I was swindled out of a few bets I had placed recently too. Before I knew it I was all outta funds. By this time see-ing all the heartbreak going on in this wretched land led me to abandon my dreams. The only thing left to do was head home. I found my self speeding through the mountainsides on the way home. I didn't want to return to my house empty handed and certainly didn't want to leave without a race, but not everything turns out as intentionally planned.
On the way home I found a figure walking in the same direction. He was just another lonely otter. I don't usually stop for hitch-hikers but the nearest city was over one-hundred miles away and I couldn't seem to let myself be that cruel. It was an unusual sight for me to see someone dressed in a business suit walking in such an arid zone. He looked depressed as I pulled over to him. "Hey there mate, need a ride?"
"Oh uhh maybe"
"okay, where to?".
He then stopped looking at me he hung his head low and continued walking.
"I know that the nearest city is days from being within eyeshot, you're lucky anyone spotted you".
He stopped, turned to look at me and said rather shyly "I guess you're right".
I told him to hop in and he instinctively listened. "Like I asked earlier, where are you headed?"
"I don't really have a place to go". I looked at him sternly and asked him what happened. "Well, my house burned down in a lantern accident so I decided to hit the road. I had always dreamed of racing stocks so I got involved in a bit of an ordeal, and I lost the car that my parents passed on to me in a gamble".
Talking to this young otter made me remember a bit about my past. "Heh, ya' know kid you remind me of well.... me."
He opened up to me while we were on the road and started telling me about how he wasn't used to city life.
"I know exactly how you feel there bud".
He told me that he felt that his whole life had been trial and tribulation. He said that since he turned 31 he had to go out and explore the world anyway.
"Woah wait a second, you don't look a day over 21."
"yeah I get that a lot he blushed". I could tell he was already feeling better about himself as we talked. I lifted up his chin and told him to cheer up.
"Hey, why don't you come stay at my place?".
"Really? I've never been asked that by such a handsome man before." He then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I slammed on the brakes just as my brain caught onto the fact of what he'd done. "I'm terribly sorry I should probably go now" he then proceeded to open the car door and step outside of the car in shame.
I grabbed onto his wrist and told him to "wait". "No, its it its.. ok." His ears perked up a bit as if he didn't expect that kind of response. I lied to him and told him that my friend was gay and that I was completely okay with it. He was very appreciative when I allowed him to stay in the car.
"I have to be completely honest with you Mr...... what was your name exactly?"
"the name's Stanley but you can call me Stan".
He held my paw and said "my names Raz, nice to meet you Stan". "Well, like I said earlier I have to be completely honest with you. My house didn't really burn down, in fact I've never even owned my own house. I've been riding on my parents coattails for quite some time, and when they found out I was gay they threw me out. I was young and rebellious at the time so I took off with their car. They are pretty forgiving parents and I know they would've come to their senses and eventually welcomed me back in, but after I ran away with their car I haven't been able to live an honest life. I also feel as though I haven't the will to return to my parents especially since I lost their car."
I didn't realize that I was harboring a fugitive, but he seemed so innocent and pure. "Its ok Raz, you'll be fine with me". He flung his arms around my neck and hugged me. Despite the warnings of this behavior I'd had as a child and how I was supposed to "turn the other cheek", I welcomed his playful and friendly behavior. On the way home he breached his un-comfortability barrier and became attached to me. It turns out that he didn't really have any male friends in his life. Neither of us thought much of it but he held my paw all the way back to my house. If I didn't try to reach under the seat to pull out my driving cap, then I wouldn't have even noticed we were holding hands. I thought about letting go but whenever our fur made contact with each other my chest felt heavy and it became too good to resist.
Before I decided to head back to my den I payed my parents a visit. They were both so happy to see me. When I finished hugging my parents my little sister came out from around the corner. Man, she had really grown and matured since I last saw her. I told my parents that I just stopped by to say hi, then they told me feel free to stop by anytime. I was in the house for approximately 30 minutes until I realized that I left the poor otter in the car. I told my parents that I had a "business partner" that I had to strike a deal with, and I head out towards the car. Raz waved at my family limp wristedly and smiled. My sister looked at him with her head tilted to the side but just shrugged it off.
Alas we were finally home and free from the ties that bind society. Since I allowed Raz a place to stay, he was willing to do anything for me, he was practically my slave. Raz was such a nice guy, he always offered to do stuff for me even when I could do it easily. When it got late (and I had a couple liters of alcohol in me) I really enjoyed cozying up to him near the fireplace when the light grew dim, it felt similar to having a life-size blanket. Raz told me he had trouble falling asleep while sitting so I let him sleep in bed beside me.
I awoke to him lying on top of my chest nuzzling my cheek with his little whiskers. I tried to think back what happened last night.
We had a few brews, we listened to the radio, we cozied near the fireplace, and we had se..... OH MY GOD! It just hit me like roving shrapnel. I was in a state of panic realizing that I slept with him last night. It troubled me to know that we did more than just sleeping. I thought I was cured of this, I thought that what happened awhile ago was just an accident. Before I got a chance to push the heavy little otter off of me our bedroom door swung open. My sister poked her head in stared me straight in the eyes and without so much as a single word, her jaw drew wide open.
I was busted, again!