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This is a gift story for Kyteriah and Tsumi
Dylan is Tsumi's
JD is Kyt's
Sean is mine
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Dylan grinned, the sunbleached otter humming to himself as he set up a little camera facing the bed. Once he was certain it was on and hidden, but with a good view of the upcoming action, he stepped out of the bedroom, and returned to his houseguest.
Sean had never been to his friend Dylan's house. As the caramel-furred otter waited for the other latrine, he stood, looking over a bookshelf. While he and the other otter had often hung out at his own place, this situation was new to him. Though the familiarity soon rushed back as he felt a naughty webbed paw grasp his rump, and the shorter otter's muzz nip at his shoulder through his nearly everpresent hoodie. "I-eep... D-Dylan..."
"Ssshhh, c'mon, the bed's waitin'" The slender otter cooed with an insatiable grin, in his soft, slightly posh accent.
The squishy, sweets-colored otter squirmed bashfully, but his shod feet shuffled in the direction the groping paws guided his hips. It wasn't long before he found himself entering the bedroom, and the guiding paws shifted their attack to his middle, sliding up under his hoodie to squeeze at his slightly tubby tum.
The smaller otter hummed to himself playfully, grinding his hips on the base of the larger otter's tail as the feeling, groping paws then moved to start removing the layers of fabric off his shy friend. The hoodie slipped off fully, revealing the cream colored torso, with the longer chocolate brown fur for accents on his chest, matching the mop of hair atop his head. His glasses remained for now as the hoodie was tossed into a distinct pile, unlabeled, but separate from the laundry hamper.
Glad for the rather warm temperature the bedroom air was, Sean let out a little bashful gasp as his jeans were summarily dismissed, pooling around his ankles, but stuck, unable to get over his blue sneakers.
Like fuzzy shoehorns, Dylan stuffed his paws into the back of Sean's sneakers, nearly toppling the squishy tower of otter. Dylan smirked and leaned forward, pressing his head between the taller otter's knees and flexibly stood upward, lifting the tubby lutrine out of his shoes and pants, towards the bed.
Sean chirped in surprise as he felt this manouvre go down, and he went down too, flopping right onto the bed with a splay, and a softly grunting ottermuzz at his boxers, occasionally brushing against the blatant linear lump in the knit fabric.
Teasingly though, Dylan's paws slid down his legs again, and deftly wedged the socks off of webbed footpaws, tossing them into the pile, before he stood and unbuttoned his rather loose jeans, slipping them off his hips to reveal snug boxer-briefs, a much more distinct bulge therein, drawing the lying otter's eye.
Sean was blushing, although Dylan had done naughty things to him before, he was still bashful around his attractive and inherently sexual friend, though the musk filling the room was getting to him. He turned his head, half afraid that if he kept watching Dylan disrobe he'd have to start stroking himself, and that might look desperate or too needy. He had heard somewhere that being too needy could be a turn-off. He took a deep breath and groaned. The pillow he was against was deeply musky, but it only slightly smelled of the other otter. Another scent was stronger, but he couldn't place it.
The sound of fabric dropping to the ground distracted him, and he turned his head back towards the other otter. Dylan's long-sleeve undershirt and t-shirt had been shed as one, leaving him in just those snug, conforming-to-details undies, displaying a rather blatant swelling down against one thigh that rather effectively drew Sean's attention away from where Dylan was looking.
The sunbleached otter winked to the camera as he worked a thumb into his waistband and slowly, teasingly pulled down, licking his lips and tilting his head towards his friend suggestively. He then relented and pulled the snug fabric away fully, before tossing it into the pile carelessly, starting to stroke his shaft as it hardened in the warm air of the room. Humming softly to himself, he stroked, standing over his friend, as if thinking of what to do to him, before he turned and padded over to the desk in his bare feet.
Sean slowly sat up, to see what Dylan was doing, before he spotted it. A little bottle and a squelch and he knew what his friend was doing, and he thought he was gonna faint as his blood rushed both to his cheeks and down to make the lump in his loose boxers into a tent.
Dylan gasped and sighed, stroking the lube all over his cock while biting his lip, chittering softly and striding back to the bed, grinning and kneeling behind Sean's seated form. He cooed and nibbled his friend's ear, not letting his newly slickened shaft touch the still slightly clothed lutrine. "Why don't you get on all fours, sweetie-otter?"
Sean deliberated no longer than it took his boxers to feel too tight on his hips, and he leaned forward onto his handpaws, shifting his legs around into a kneeling position. He felt his waistband being tugged down and fingers wet with lube prodding under his tail. He groaned and pressed back at the feeling.
The lighter furred otter smirked to the camera again as Sean's blush started to fade with his increasing lust, and the slickened fingers penetrated, feeling around inside the tubby rump, while spreading the lube inside, to make this easier on the less experienced lutra. He pulled his fingers away, and slipped his shaft into position, grinding it along the squishy cheeks at first.
When the fingers slipped free Sean shuddered, his shaft throbbing in his still mostly there boxers, a wet spot appearing at the tip of the bulge as he grasped the sheets in his paws. He was nervous. It had been a long time since he had last been mounted, but Dylan seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He pressed his hips back, tail half curling around the other otter's waist, before he felt the thick glans poke directly at his entrance, before pressing its way in.
At the embrace of the candy otter beneath him on his shaft, Dylan grasped the taller otter's shoulder, holding it there, just barely penetrated for a moment, before his hips smoothly pressed towards the tubby rump. He went slowly, not wanting to hurt his friend, before with a sigh he hilted, holding his hips there for another sensual beat.
Sean was half surprised by the fact he took the shaft to the hilt in one stroke, and half disappointed he wasn't stimulated more than the warmth of the shaft's presence stretching him, his body quite needily calling out to be rutted by the other otter. He whined and ground backwards with his hips, gasping as that caused the girth inside him to press against various pressure points he rarely felt.
Dylan stifled a moan and chuckled, "Oh, eager, aren't you? I take it that means I don't have to hold back anymore..." He smirked and gripped Sean's round hip with a paw, the other still on the caramel's shoulder, and he pulled his hips back, before slamming his hips back to the smushy hilt with a wet squelch of lube mixing with increasing amounts of pre. One of his little ears flicked. Keys. His smirk turned into a grin.
Sean groaned out as he was thrust into in earnest, his arms buckling beneath his torso and causing him to faceplant in the other pillow. The candy otter didn't waste much time wondering why there was a pillow at either end of the bed, chalking it up to Dylan being prepared, and hugged said pillow, to have something to hold onto as the thrusting continued.
JD was a big mouse. Tan fur over most of his body, but his tail and the digits on his paws were bare flesh. He unzipped his leather jacket, having just ridden home on his motorcycle to see an unfamiliar car in front of the house. He had assumed it to be the neighbor's until his radar-dish ears caught rhythmic squelches and ottery groans coming from the bedroom. He grinned, his baggy everywhere but the crotch pants getting a bit tighter around his squishy hips, and quietly made his way down the hall, turning his cap back around forward out of "riding" position.
The sunbleached otter panted, plowing his friend into the pillow at the other end of the bed, thumping his rudder against the mattress between his legs each time he hilted. He heard the door quietly swing open behind him and turned his head, grinning to his boyfriend, not missing a pound into the bigger otter. He removed a paw from Sean to make the universal "quiet" gesture. A gesture was given in return, which made Dylan grin more broadly.
Sean obliviously moaned, squeezing Dylan's hips with his tail as he could feel his peak nearing him, curling his webbed toes and grasping the pillow tighter. He perked as he felt the other otter's paws gently coax him to get into another position, the otter gasping as his boxers were yanked away entirely, and the strong paws turned him onto his side, still hugging the pillow, causing him to have to hike one leg up, glad of his infrequent yoga making him at least that flexible. It took him a moment to realize it was more than two paws adjusting him, and his eyes snapped open.
The mouse grinned down at him, "Hello there, little otter." Sean took in the look of this older male, perhaps five to ten years his and Dylan's senior, and just as pudgy as Sean was. His jacket and pants were leather, creaking with his movements, as were his fingerless gloves. His wandering eyes were sidetracked by the fairly blatant lump of maleness between the mouse's legs. "See something you like, or just browsing?" The mouse snickered squeakily, dragging the boy's eyes up to his grinning face, and he noticed the ballcap pulled down mostly over the mouse's eyes, increasing his dominant gaze.
Together the slender otter and the portly mouse moved Sean around between them, until his head and shoulders were hanging off the side of the bed, with Dylan still hilted inside him with his back up against the wall. Dylan stroked along Sean's side, rumbling naughtily, "So, I take it you haven't met my beau."
The grin never leaving his pointed snout, the mouse brought the laying otter's face to his squishy belly, where his undershirt rode up on it, easing the panels of his jacket warmly around Sean's head, "I do believe this is the first time I've met this sweet otter..." He answered Dylan casually.
With a muffled moan, the trapped otter nuzzled and pressed against the squishy, fuzzy surface of the mouse belly, accidentally pushing up the snug t-shirt towards the chest as he did so. He managed to get his face to poke back into open air and took a deep breath, before a leatherclad and webbed paw pressed him back down to be laying on his side, and he felt the other otter's hips start to rock and buck.
Leaning over the caught boy, the pair shared a kiss, all while their paws roamed over his squishy form and Dylan kept up his thrusting. The sun-bleached otter cooed to the mouse, and indicated the camera with a tilt of his head and a flick of his eyes.
Nothing seemed to phase the mouse, though this did make him lick his lips again, and he pulled his hips gently away, letting Sean be free of his middle and the strangely comforting warmth of his jacket. He then kneeled down on the floor, getting his pointed muzzle level with the laying otter's head.
Blinking at the sudden increase of light and freshness of air, Sean looked around, blearily, his hair a ruffled mess, some of it covering his eyes. The thrusting inside him continued unchanged, and teasingly the other otter's paws went everywhere but his still throbbing erection, wedged against his tummy. He thought his hips were going to fall asleep if his thigh was kept straight up while he was on his side much longer. He felt a tender nip at one of his little ears and gasped at the unfamiliar sensation, before the whole crown of his head was enveloped in warmth.
Dylan licked his lips and started to buck harder, rocking the pudgy otter on the bed as he watched JD begin his meal, loving to feed his boyfriend anyway he could. He mentally held back even as he thrust harder, not wanting to get off quite yet.
The mouse let out a moan of pleasant surprise. The candy-colored otter tasted like candy, if a little salty from sweat. His hair was chocolate as its color, and he reached down with his gloved paws to grasp a roll or two of pudge to pull on, pulling the boy's head in sideways, gulping it into his throat and stretching his jaws further to get around the vertically oriented shoulders. When his tongue left the dark brown hair and met the caramel colored body fur, he found a rich caramel with just the right amount of salt to counter the bitter of burning sugar, the boy's pelt had a complexity of flavor that made him press up off his knees and swallow harder, wanting more of this new lutrine.
Sean yelped muffledly as his world went dark and wet, panting and squirming on his side as he felt a soft tongue stroking over the side of his face, before along his neck as the heat continued down and soon enveloped his shoulders, making him scrunch them up as his head left the first warm space and entered somewhere tighter... rippling... He shuddered. He was being eaten. He blushed at the thoughts that came to mind and squirmed more. Certainly Dylan would save him...? But the thrusting continued at his backside, each hilting jerk pushing him on the bed towards the heat that had him...
Carefully, Dylan shuffled his hips forward, driving Sean across the mattress and into the waiting maw of the mouse, panting as just watching his boyfriend eat was getting to him, his peak nearing him faster than he thought it would. But luckily, the stretched jaws were nearing the candyotter's squishy love handles, which meant he'd have to pull out soon anyway. He pounded a bit harder, letting himself run towards the road to his peak instead of taking the side roads as he had before.
JD reached and grasped Sean's upwardly oriented thigh, mooshing it gently with his gloved paws, and gulped until his snout met the crook formed by the leg's position. He sighed through his nose, his tongue idly curving around to meet the trapped otter's belly, tasting the creamier fur there, almost like buttercream, a filling of some sweet caramel confection. And his tongue brushed against Sean's needy length in the process. The mouse smirked as best he could about his meal and licked harder against that spot teasingly, grinning as he got a drop of tangy pre out of the throbbing member.
Sean gasped and shuddered as the tongue caressed and teased over his shaft, whining in need and pleasure, cut at by his fear of what would happen to him. He yelped muffledly as he felt the other otter's shaft twitch, pulse, then hot seed started to gush into his backside as Dylan's hips rested against his own firmly, grinding.
The slender otter cried out in bliss as he made the other otter truly creamfilled for his mate, rumbling and kneading over the leg that was pressed to his belly. He sighed and reluctantly pulled out, leaving a string of cum between the plump rump and his cock, scooting back to lean against the wall again as that thigh was finally able to drop and join its twin on the bed.
The mouse took his opportunity to grasp the filled rump and pulled, stuffing the caramel otter's hips into his maw with a happy groan, his gloved paws sliding down to straighten out Sean's legs as he gulped and compressed his treat into his body, but also he was scooting back from the bed, pulling his jacket back from his middle, to give the camera a better view of the otter's form distending his own.
Sean moaned weakly as his head pressed through a tight ring of flesh, into a still warm, but more spacious chamber than the throat had been. He shuddered as his head was mooshed into a wet slimy wall, and he started to have to curl up. His shaft joined his hips in the throat, feeling the rippling flesh all around him working to bring him in. His knees were still in the outside world, but not for long. He kicked his lower legs futily, as they were soon grasped and held together with his tail, and stuffed inward, forcing him to curl up further, feeling the walls around him stretch to hold him, the ease telling him this mouse had done this before...
Dylan sighed as he watched JD finishing his meal, licking his lips idly as the webbed toes wiggled and squirmed just beyond the pointed mouse muzzle with a noodly squirming fuzzy rudder tip, and the rest of the other otter outlined in soft tan fur where the mouse's shirt was pulled away from. He half felt like he was gonna get hard again already.
Turning his head towards the camera, JD stuffed the pair of wriggly feet into his muzzle, slathering over the soles with his tongue and tenderly nibbling at the webbing between the toes, savoring his meal, before he opened wide, letting the camera watch the pair of feet slip into his throat, closing his muzzle and slurping up the last of the thick rudder like a noodle, swallowing it down with a resounding ULP that filled the room.
As his hips popped into the belly, Sean couldn't help it, his paw went to his hard shaft, and he started to stroke with a soft, needy whimper, even as his feet were toyed with far above, in the open air and wet muzzle, before he was fully enveloped, gasping as his knees hit his chest, then his feet connected with his rump, and his tail flopped in between, extruded from the throat and deposited on top of him. He pressed at the walls, whining again, his arousal forgotten for a moment as the gravity of his situation returned.
The sun bleached otter slid his way to be lying down on the bed, leaning in to kiss his mate, chirping and thumping his rudder happily. When the kiss parted he smirked, "Have a good meal?"
JD smirked at the motion in his belly, but sighed as it turned to normal struggles, reaching down to push back at the paws, his smirk gradually broadening throughout the kiss. He stood and then let out a window-shaking belch, rubbing his belly as it made the curled up shape that much more noticeable to the camera. He licked his lips and sighed, "Oh, definitely. Not every day I get to eat an otter that tasty..." He padded over to the camera, grinning, "He's all mine, now." He turned off the camera and sighed, taking a gulp of air and turning back to Dylan, "Just like you... well, not quite as much as you, but you know what I mean..."
Sean whimpered and yelped as the belch tightened the flesh around him, and the words surrounded him, resonating into his mind and making him buck and push at the conforming walls as best he could. He blushed at the aloud claiming, still squirming, before the belly loosened somewhat, and he panted, fresh air added to the belly... He confusedly felt around the walls, as he heard the conversation continue.
Dylan was blushing too, now that the camera was off, and he slinkily slipped over to rub over the belly, "Oh, I half wish I was with him, but I'm sure you'd rather feel him get used to it in there without me."
JD chuckled, "Maybe... though I might send you in anyway after he finishes stroking off."
The otter blushed deeply inside, even though he couldn't be seen, "I... what?"
The mouse laughed at the confused voice inside, "Oh so he still does have a voice! Good! Well, I can tell you find this hot, but you're too afraid to deal with that, so I'll let you know. I have no intention of killing you, boy. You feel far too good in there for that. I'll even let you out when you need to, but I reserve the right to gobble you up again." He grinned toothily, "Same deal as with Dylan, really. So, now that you know you're safe, gonna take care of that problem of yours?"
Timidly, Sean's voice came out, "B-But you're watching..."
JD laughed aloud at that, "I was watching Dylan pound your ass, too. Anyway, you're my otter now, so I get to see every part of you any time I want. Understand? I don't want you getting blue-balls in there. It's not healthy." He rubbed over where Sean's head bulged his belly with his gloved paw, stroking affectionately, "Just rub one off, then take a nap, Sean."
Dylan sat back a bit to watch as the bulge repositioned, knees spread, tail pushed up between his knees to give his paw enough room from the conforming flesh to start stroking himself off.
Sean didn't take very long at all, all the events of the afternoon hitting him hard in the kinkier parts of his brain. Coming back to the possessive nature of the mouse, and how... well... comfortable his belly was after the danger was removed... He tensed up, and stifled a chirp with his teeth on his lip.
The mouse sighed as the boy inside got off, rubbing his face gently through his own flesh, "Atta boy..." He padded back to the camera, bringing it over to his computer to hook it up and put it on his computer with a sigh, flopping down in his computer chair, one paw on his mouse and the other rubbing the settling down lump in his middle. JD definitely had a soft spot for otters.
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