The Mile High Club
Written purely for shits and giggles, so have fun reading this thing that took literally 20 minutes to write, with no editing or any attempt to make it any more interesting whatsoever. Need a quick crank? Here ya go.
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The Mile High Club
If you are not offended gay stuff, especially if you are 18+ and feel like reading this crappy filler story, then go ahead. Because the gay sex and everything is probably going to give children under 18 cancer or something. Enjoy.
-Inspired by Owl City's "Hot Air Balloon"
"It's beautiful!" Shawn yelped as he beheld a huge hot air balloon, one he and Lawrence had spent a small fortune on a bidding site for on the Internet the other day.
The corgi rushed up to the wicker basket in his beige cargo shorts and flip-flops, not even bothering to put a shirt on for the nearly cloudless day outside. Lawrence, being a kangaroo, wore a button-down shirt and hastily picked out some slacks for the occasion. As his canine companion scoped out the green fabric consisting the dome of the balloon, he grabbed his picnic basket and briskly hopped into the craft.
"Come on, babe! The day isn't getting any shorter, and I wanna get this thing flying!" The roo yelled as the dog intently fidgeted with the fabric. Noticing the wearing patience of the only person patient enough to deal with his hyper-activity, dutifully clambered into the basket, watching as Lawrence skillfully put the burner to the appropriate levels, filling the fabric with the precious heated air that would keep them aloft.
As Lawrence kept his focus on keeping the balloon from plummeting to the ground, Shawn gazed at the passing Earth below him, noting all the empty roads and open fields he could.
"I never knew there was so much empty space... life gets too cramped in the city, love."
"Heh, I know what you mean," the roo responded. "I used to love running around in the open back when I was just out of the pouch, but you get so used to the asphalt..."
"Yeah..." Shawn sighed, lazily watching the drifting shadows below. His stomach grumbling a little, he decided to sneak into the picnic basket a little early.
"Hmm... plastic... plastic... metal... eww, wet... hmm, bread... a sandwich?" Pulling out the mystery wheat, he found a turkey and cheese sandwich in his hand, much to the corgi's delight. A small bite was enough to sate his hunger, but a few chomps later, and it had already disappeared down his throat.
"What was... HEY!" Lawrence chastised. "Didn't I tell you not to dig around in the basket?"
"Well... no? Maybe? I don't remember, but I was hungry! Jeez, it was just a sandwich." Shawn retorted, annoyed.
"Just a sandwich, eh?" The roo grinned. "Well, maybe you should take a more careful look in the basket. You'll know what I mean."
"Alright, sure, whatever..." Shawn lazily taunted, the energy from the meat already gone. As Lawrence returned to maintaining the flame, the corgi dug into the bounty of goodies. When his paw brushed something wrapped in plastic, he confusedly withdrew the item from the basket. A condom.
"Huh... where did... OH YOU SNEAKY BASTARD!" The corgi giggled as the roo tackled him to the fragile floor.
"Well, what did you expect? We haven't had any romantic time in a few weeks, stupid Karen not giving me time off, so I figured, 'Hey, the Mile High Club needs to recruit a couple more members!'" Lawrence slyly murmured, nuzzling the canine's chest. "Don't worry about the balloon, I set the burner to keep us at the same air speed and altitude, we should have plenty of time."
"Just what I needed to hear." Shawn cooed as he dove at the marsupial's muzzle in time to connect a quick kiss. Tongues meeting for a fleeting moment, they pulled apart, and Lawrence's paws immediately slipped to the cargos separating him from his prize. As they slipped down, the hardening pink tip was already poking from the sheath.
"No underwear, I thought this was supposed to a little harder!" The roo teased, getting a giggle from the corgi, turning into a moan as the Lawrence's paws tightly groped the globes beneath the thickening dog meat.
"You know me, always prepared and shit, oooh... good spot... ah..." Shawn tried to puff out as the digitigrade paws worked their magic, causing more of that doggie cock to force itself, until the knot was stuck in the folds of flesh. As the corgi reached down to release the pink ball, Lawrence grabbed an ear, and yanked.
"Ah ah ah... no knots for puppies who don't ask permission before going through things!" The roo cruely teased.
"Oh... I'll get you yet, love..." Shawn whimpered, the tight sensation causing no small amount of pain, with an equal amount of pleasure.
As for Lawrence, his shirt was soon cast off, as well as the khaki pants, leaving him in his floral print boxers, the waistband tucked beneath his twin orbs, leaving his length concealed, save for the front flap. Reaching into the basket, he fished out some lube he brought for the precise situation that was playing out.
"No foreplay, huh? Guess I should put out a little more, eh?" Shawn sheepishly groaned, self-control being the only thing dictating the actions of his paws at this point, which were anchored firmly at his sides to resist pulling his knot free.
"Oh, trust me, there will be plenty of time for that, once we get home. And from now on," The roo continued, putting a finger on the corgi's chin to raise the dog's eyes to his own, "We're gonna make more time for this." He finished, sneaking another kiss.
Then, Lawrence shoved the bottle's opening into the waiting tailhole, eliciting a shriek from the much smaller animal below him. A violent squeeze emptied most of the small bottle's contents into the waiting orifice, causing some to flow out the opening. Now sans-boxers, the kangaroo kneeled in front of the shivering canine, pulled the bottle out, and wiped his member on the outer walls of the pink ring awaiting penetration.
Loose lube piling on the slender prick, he tested how slick his ride would be, poking at the pink hole tentatively. Giving easily, Lawrence applied more force, Shawn's doghood still wavering above the entrance, and stood completely erect as the roo pumped deep into the corgi's bowels, getting a huff and a mutter from the canine.
Adjusting themselves, the corgi nodded, eyes closed, for Lawrence to continue his barrage, slowly buffeting the tight walls of the corgi's ass, before shifting into high gear. The constant speed the kangaroo took tortured the corgi, still forbidden from removing his almost fully swollen knot from the sheath. His tip was turning purple from the tension, and without a word, the marsupial doubled over, took the four-inch member into his mouth, wrenched the knot free, and began an impromptu blowjob in one swift motion.
Shawn was in ecstasy the moment he was freed, pleasure surging through like he was just hit by lighting. Stars from the intense pain had began to subside, steadily being replaced by his churning seed, pre-cum dripping from his ass and the rapidly moving head. Had he not sworn himself to keeping his hands to himself, he'd be hammering the roo's head into his pubic fur, but restrained himself to watching Lawrence slurp up anything that dripped down.
Lawrence's speed hastily increased after about two minutes, nothing interrupting the peace they had not been able to share for quite some time. A few birds had gathered on the basket to watch the happenings, not necessarily understanding what was happening, but they knew they smelled food. A plane had passed earlier, unaware of the acts taking inside the comforts of the wicker that was slowly gouging into their fur and skin. The fucking became more deliberate as their climaxes built.
Shawn was the first to pop, very little warning given to the roo who was, by this point, furiously blowing the corgi, guzzling down every drop of cum he could before letting the stray strands shoot into the air, a few hitting the birds who had gathered. Startled, they flew off simultaneously as the cumshot repeatedly blasted Lawrence's muzzle and Shawn's chest, leaving the canine panting, and the marsupial edging ever nearer to orgasm.
It was only until he blew his wad into his boyfriend that Lawrence realized he never put the condom on. Shawn soon realized this as well, once he felt the white ropes coat his pucker, a short eye contact was all that was possible from the canine's anal walls clamping down on the still-cumming roo. It was a minor annoyance, they mutually agreed through the link all lovers share, and enjoyed the sticky bliss for as long as they were allowed.
Three shots later, and Lawrence collapsed onto the puffy, sticky mass of fur below him. Shawn was already on cloud-nine, and it was not too long until he eventually drifted to sleep. Lawrence's clothes had gotten sprayed with the corgi's stray shots, so he decided to leave the two of them nude for the rest of the trip.
Slowly pulling out of the abused hole he had just previously filled, he stood to stretch. In doing so, he noticed the surroundings, which, to his surprise, were not too far away from their home.
"Well, that's pretty nice. Don't have to worry about anyone seeing a cum-covered corgi, this way!" Lawrence announced to himself. Redirecting the weight of the balloon and the burner's intensity to drift them towards the house, he squeezed a few drops of leftover spooge onto the basket floor.
"Oh yeah, this'll be fun to clean tomorrow."