Old Hand
A continuation of my earlier story Gone Fishin', I recommend reading it first for context
"So I'm your first gay experience," Owen said, blushing slightly as he and the giraffe caressed each other on the giraffe's bed. It was still early in the morning, the two of them having shared the unusual experience of eating breakfast and coffee together in full slick waterproofs and nothing underneath as if it were entirely normal. Now they'd retired to somewhere more appropriate, the light rain pattering soothingly against the window as the two of them explored each other properly
"Mmm-hmm, you're a welcome one though," Don replied with a smile, "even if we are getting mud on my bedsheets." The frog blushed deeper at that, and the giraffe chuckled and kissed him. "Not to worry, I was going to change them soon enough anyway. I'm more interested in the mess I'm sure you want to make of my wet weather gear," he added, reaching between the two of them to pet the frog's hard cock
"Oh... god yes, if I can..." Owen gasped slightly. Don nodded, beginning to rub gently
"Of course. I'll even help you!"
"Oh christ, you have such good hands," the frog sighed as he was pumped. He almost had to remind himself that he was the one who was factually both gay and a raingear fetishist. His friend seemed to be adjusting so easily to their newfound intimacy, it was hard to believe that he was supposed to be the one "initiating" the older male into something. Clearly there was something to be said for the value of age and experience
Don rolled onto his back, inviting the frog to straddle him as he worked, feeling his friend's smooth, rubber-clad rear bumping up against his own hard cock. Seeing the frog's pleasure, the blissful expression on his face, was more than enough to turn the giraffe on no matter what his partner's sex was, and he loved the way Owen responded to his touch. The subtle shifts in his face, the changes in his breathing, the way that stiff green prick twitched excitedly in his hand, precum forming at the tip. It felt as wonderful as it had on the riverbank being able to share the frog's love and pleasure
"Oh Don, I'm gonna..." Owen panted, trailing off, still shy of saying anything too explicit. Don smiled, squeezing the frog's shaft slightly
"Would you say it for me?" he asked, hoping to draw the frog out further, "I really want to hear you say it Owen"
Owen nodded, head tilted back. "I'm... I'm gonna cum all over your jacket," he gasped as he made good on his words, the giraffe's smile growing as he felt Owen's cock spasm in his hand, jets of spunk splashing the smooth yellow rubber from belly to the nape of his neck. "Thanks," he smiled bashfully as they both admired the mess. "I'm really glad you don't mind..."
"What's to mind?" Don replied, still tugging the spent cock out of idle curiosity, watching the last drops of seed dribble onto his fingers
"Well, you know," Owen said, fumbling for the right thoughts, "I was so worried you'd be creeped out if you found out what I was like, and um..."
"What you were thinking about doing with me?" Don completed for him. Owen nodded, cheeks red, and Don chuckled. "Come on Owen," he said, "kiss me again," which the frog did, hungrily and lovingly as the giraffe stroked his back in turn. "You're a sweetheart, really," Don continued as they parted. "A very unusual sweetheart, mind, but you make me feel brilliant, and I did say I fathomed you out a while ago. I can think of worse things than being told I look sexy with my mac and waders on," he grinned
"Well, I'm sure you look sexy without as well," Owen said, embarrassed lest his friend think he was only interested in his raingear. Don just laughed
"Yeah, I like to think so too. But it's your fetish so I don't mind keeping them on. At my time in life I can assure you I've done plenty 'normal' things," he grinned. "I'm ready to try other ideas. And even if it's not my fetish, watching the effect it has on you is, well, a bit flattering"
The frog giggled at that. "Are you sure? We don't always have to if you don't want to"
"Owen," the giraffe said, stroking the frog's cheek, "I don't mind that you have a cock do I?"
"Ah, well, true..."
"Trust me, it'll be fine. In the meantime, you've got a lot to teach me." He patted the frog's arse as he spoke. Owen couldn't help a shiver of pleasure, not sure if the giraffe was implicitly suggesting he'd like to bugger him or not. He hoped so. Fantasies of being bent over the tackle box came flooding back
"I'm sure you could teach me a few things," the frog said, kissing the giraffe's throat
Don hummed in acknowledgement, then a new smile spread across his face. "I know one thing I definitely ought to teach you"
"Oh?" Owen looked up. Don looked down mischievously
"How to smoke a pipe, lad"
The frog's eyes went wide at that, much to the giraffe's delight. "Wow! Would you?" He immediately blushed to himself, feeling embarrassed to seem like an overexcited kid. Don just continued kneading the frog's buttocks through his waterproofs as he nodded, then gently pushed him off him. There was no time like the present after all, and in any case he fancied a smoke himself soon
"We're both a mess," the giraffe chuckled as he climbed off the bed to retrieve the pipe and pouch and lighter from the dresser, cock swaggering casually in front of him. Owen grinned and nodded looking down at the mess of his own cum now spread over both of them from the embrace
"I don't mind cleaning you up..."
"Let's get you smoking first," the giraffe chuckled, "these clothes aren't going to get spoiled by a bit of mess"
Owen's heart was racing as the giraffe climbed back onto the bed beside him, handing him the various artifacts. There was an illicit thrill to this, as if it were something he resolutely should not be doing, but also something that he felt was so inherently masculine. Like the slick, hard-working raingear, Owen lusted after that feeling of traditional manliness. He half-heard Don's explanations of what he had to do. "You've got to be careful not to pack it too tightly lad," the giraffe said soothingly, demonstrating for the frog. "If it's too tight you'll never be able to suck on it, you see"
"Right right," Owen hastily responded, eyes on the pipe and Don's hands, mouth getting dry, cock straining as his thoughts danced between sucking the pipe and sucking Don's cock. The giraffe could tell his friend and lover was distracted, but he wasn't concerned. He didn't doubt for a second Owen would enjoy taking plenty lessons at this, and anyway the frog's excitement was feeding back to him in turn. He guided the pipe to Owen's lips where the frog held it tightly, as if scared it would run away from him, and then flicked the lighter
"Don't rush y'self," the giraffe counselled, "don't want you spluttering everywhere!"
Owen nodded and took his first draw on the pipe... and nearly sent it flying across the room as he burst out coughing. Don just laughed and shook his head
"Just like that," the giraffe chuckled, wrapping an arm around the frog's shoulders. "Not to worry, I didn't start off smoking like a champion either. Want to continue?"
"Oh god yes," the frog wheezed slightly, throat rough from the smoke, embarrassed but undaunted. He didn't care if it was rough, he didn't want to even think about the idea that he wasn't going to start smoking a pipe now. Not here, next to this handsome pipe-smoking giraffe who was so ready and able to meet and fulfil the shy frog's deepest fantasies. He held the pipe tightly as Don flicked the lighter again
Patiently Don coached his companion through his experience. He could tell Owen's eyes were watering from the smoke and the feeling of inhalation, but he was sure his friend would push on through the initial barriers. The room was filled with fragrant smoke by now, Don reluctantly leaving the bed to open a window and allow the cooler air and the growing patter of the rain to mix with the atmosphere inside. Then he was back pressed against Owen, arm around him once more, deliberately squeezing his wadered leg up against the frog's boot flirtatiously. He could tell his friend was slowly getting a grip on what he had to do
"How do you feel?" the giraffe asked, pressing his cheek to Owen's
"Like a man," the frog chuckled hoarsely. Don chuckled also, casually fingering the frog's erect, excited member
"I'm sure you don't need to smoke a pipe to be a man," he said, "you seem to have all the necessary parts already"
Owen trembled slightly, head tilting back as he puffed and exhaled a cloud of smoke. He was starting to recognise the flavour of the tobacco as an initially queasy stomach subsided. "I guess I do," he replied, "but... I don't know... I guess I just have ideas about what a man's like." He smiled sheepishly. "I always feel more like a boy"
"So, what's a man if it's not you?" Don replied. This was all sounding too close to a philosophy lesson to him, but he knew just what Owen was going to reply with and vanity insisted he wanted to hear it
"You are," the frog said, not letting him down, "and... I really want you to make me one." Don chuckled and shook his head, wrapping his fingers lightly around Owen's hard-on
"You flatter me lad, you flatter me too much," he said with a laugh, beginning to massage the eager green cock. "But I'll 'make a man of you' if you like. Nice having a smoking buddy too, we'll have to get you a pipe if you like that one"
"Oh shit, definitely," Owen gasped, exhaling more of the bluish smoke. "I'd love to smoke a pipe with you Don... us out on the river together..."
"Yeah, not just smoking pipes either eh lad?" They both laughed, Owen perhaps more self-consciously. He was in heaven though, being guided through his new enthusiasm by this stud of a giraffe. And the hand on his cock was only encouraging him more, squeezing and stroking and fondling and reinforcing the connection between pipe and sex, fingers playing with the head of his dick to send little jolts and crackles of pleasure through him. Don definitely knew how to masturbate, that was for sure. Owen was in love
"Do you, uh, want your pipe?" the frog panted, half-offering it to the giraffe. Don shook his head and kissed his cheek, still jerking him off
"No, you keep on smoking. I think you need it more than I do right now, seeing as you're 'becoming a man' and all"
Owen nodded, puffing eagerly, cock dripping a little precum onto the giraffe's hand. Don smiled, smearing the droplets over his friend's shaft for lubrication. It wasn't difficult at all to share the frog's pleasure, watching that contented face with a whole new kind of peace on it. More subtleties about this kinky young lover to savour. He drew him closer still and kissed his cheek again, more tenderly this time even as he was pumping him more energetically, inhaling how the pipe smoke smelled on his amphibian skin. It felt so good feeling the slight tremors of the frog's body as he was coaxed further and further forward
"Don," Owen panted, more smoke filling the air, "I'm really gonna cum soon..."
"Do it for me then," Don replied softly, playing to Owen's fantasies, "cum like a real man for me"
The frog didn't reply in words, but in a passionate cry as he came for the second time, emptying his balls over his already sloppy black jacket. He shook more than ever as he did it, his latest lungful of pipe smoke erupting like a volcano. "Oh Christ!" was his first coherent speech
"Just call me Donald," the giraffe laughed, kissing him again, then in a moment of curiosity leaning in and kissing the frog's still twitching dick. It didn't seem all that bad. He wasn't afraid to picture himself going down on his green sweetheart. Owen had other ideas, clenching the pipe between his teeth as his now-free hands reached out to grope for Don's own shaft
"I think you really need to cum now," the frog laughed around the pipe. Don grinned, shifting position to straddle the frog once more and to offer his throbbing cock to those wandering hands. It only seemed right to add to the mess coating his lover
"Do your worst," the giraffe said, reclaiming his pipe to load and light for himself. It had felt exhilerating getting his rocks off whilst smoking out by the river. He was eager to repeat the experience and Owen was eager to help, both hands now on his cock. "You're going to end up looking like a sticky bun," the giraffe added with a laugh and moan all at once, the smoke now billowing out of his lips
"Mmm, and we're never going to catch a damn thing fishing like this," the frog replied with a wink
"We caught each other," Don sighed, thrusting his cock through Owen's hands now, "that's a pretty good catch, and... oh Jesus lad..."
"Just call me Owen," the frog laughed as his black rubber was sprayed by the giraffe's seed
Early mornings by the riverbank were going to be wonderful