Is This What You Wanted?
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Bitoku had apparently made a decision that there wouldn't be any fucking around.
It was the sudden and immediate release of a Sexual Energy Dam when Bitoku finally took the initiative to shove his paw down his surprised roommate's pants and slam him against a wall for a heavy, almost violent kiss. A long and awkward conversation concerning their relationship as roommates could have followed had Bitoku not correctly guessed that Felldo, the Otter still smelling heavy of the ocean from his morning swim, was super gay and super closeted, but his perception was doggy-keen, unsurprising for a Husky, so rather than having that conversation they simply groped and kissed against the wall for a few minutes, both slowly getting firmer and thicker, a race to see who'd won the biggest prize, a contest they split.
"How could you know?" Felldo moaned between kisses, his paws searching to memorize by touch the body he already knew by sight after possibly millions of shower peeks, but Bitoku didn't answer the question he thought obvious. He simply mashed his soft but healthy body against the Otter. It was an almost uncomfortable position, considering the Otter had to crane his neck to reach the taller Husky, but neither complained, in fact, the Otter took it in stride, reveling in the Husky's size. It's hard to take it rough from a guy smaller than you: It seems like someone taller, thicker, heavier, stronger, and more aggressive than you was much more suited for tearing your ass apart. And his ass torn apart was exactly what he wanted, the super closeted bitch that he was.
He found his clothes off, unsure if he had done the job himself in his passion or not noticed the Husky undressing him: An easy thing to miss considering the attention he had been paying so diligently to the erotic liplock and attendant squeezes of pawfuls of body. There was certainly too much going on to focus on every little thing that happened to and around him: The rush of being picked up by the ass and pressed against the wall as the Husky gorged on his nipples was enough distraction alone to hardly notice his tight hole already being worked by a well-trained finger. The flood of expectations from grabbing a cock you could hang in a butcher's window nearly prevented him from noticing the Husky's even more impressively prodigious balls that dangled like forgotten fruit on a bent branch. Can you blame him if he overlooked a few of the treats in this overflowing giftbasket of sexual desires? You can't expect a virgin to take it all in at first thrust.
His heart beat fast as he was carried across the floor and laid down on a counter, his feet bent back to his shoulders. He always thought guys looked ridiculous in this position, in the pornos he watched under cover of darkness, but when that Husky's tongue with its practiced lapping motion broke the warranty on his ass, he couldn't find the time to care. He simply reached his head back and let an exultant moan like lost in a great dream, his throat filling with the pleasured vibrations that can only be produced by a tongue in your ass. The Husky worked him over like setting up a story, letting him plateau on a perfectly peaceful and pleasureful wavelength before escalating it a step further, with another inch or a different flick. He had his techniques lined up like Christmas presents hidden behind his back, always able to pull out a new one that gave the Otter thrills unique to all the gifts he'd known before.
The Otter writhed on the counter, his eyes glued shut by passion, his paws burying into the Husky's arm, which he held while they held him. He wanted to push the Husky's head against his ass, wanted to feel his cold nose against his balls, but he didn't need to go through the effort. Soon Bitoku was as buried deep in the tight hole as physiology could allow, his agile tongue working wonders as it curled and rolled and circled and darted inside the hole, obviously conscious of the Otter's experience and understanding the importance of foreplay. Perhaps he didn't feel like moving from a spot that afforded him such a magnificent view of a cock thick like a punishment. The Husky might have needed more warming up than the Otter did, should the roles have been reversed. His dick like a Super Mario pipe leaked onto his tummy, matting his fur, making it sticky.
Felldo never wanted the rimming to end, and he wondered for a moment if it ever would. Bitoku seemed to delight himself so greatly in eating that ass, not allowing his enthusaism die or dip for a moment, never giving Felldo any suspicion that he might have gotten bored sucking at his pucker up until the moment he buried his tongue as long and deep as if he might strike oil, then pulled back and immediately lunged himself forward for another kiss, forcing Felldo to taste his own body on Bitoku's tongue. Felldo's moans seemed caught in his throat as the strangely satisfying, musky taste, filtered through the Husky's muzzle, could have made him shoot his load right there had Bitoku's paw not been wrapped too tight around his dick to allow it.
"Jesus Christ you're thick, I'm glad you're the one getting fucked." Bitoku said in a breathless murmur.
Felldo couldn't worry about his own dick and hypotheticals involving it right then, though, he was already mentally preparing for the daunting cock that swung between the Husky's legs, not quite as thick but much longer and good enough to bring any man to his knees. His breath was short, his mind a mess of thoughts, thinking about the suddenness of the whole situation, the incredibly change in his very person that was happening just then, the future between he and the Husky, and most importantly, how the fuck he was going to stretch himself around that cock.
He had a little more time to worry about it, as the question was put off for later when Bitoku climbed onto the counter with him, knelt over him, his ass to the Otter's nose, and started to slurp the behemoth rod. Felldo needed no cue himself, he maneuvered what he could of the substantial cock into his muzzle with uninhibited enthusiasm, overanxiously choking himself before settling on a more manageable pace, growling a low aggressive growl as he bobbed his head under the Husky. He could tell for Bitoku it was simply a lust of taste, wanting to know how the supremely stout cock might feel in his muzzle, but Felldo was sucking for his own safety. He made sure the cock was nice and slick, stiff like rigor mortis and not likely to falter on its way in. And while he did so, he wallowed in the purely mental delight of being gorged on, the thought of his body being a spring of pleasure, a bottomless fountain the Husky could suck at forever, an input of nothing but himself creating an output of delirious rapture almost otherworldly. How empowering was it to feel that this body he'd known for years was the catalyst to the creation of a satisfaction so sublime? It was a sexual alchemy that made him feel like gold.
Not too long after the position had reached its crescendo, the Husky dropped down, cool calm and collected in the face of the massive responsibility of introducing a fragile young man into the world of getting fucked. Felldo's chest rose and fell with anticipation, sensing the climactic moment of his initiation. He was lifted in the Husky's arms, pressed against a wall (as if nailed there by the dog's lips, which locked on immediately) then almost slid down onto the thick, slick dick. He writhed in the arms strong enough to hold him up, feeling the pressure against his small pucker build, the sweat on his brow illustrating the tenseness of the moment as he felt himself on the precipice of a new self, a new identity that could be ushered in with one quick thrust... and it came with a curt, almost discreet swivel of the hips, like a jailyard shank, that settled him around the monster dick with an exasperated gasp and shout. He began to slowly sink, the frantic moans and gasps seeming so queer compared to the almost slothful pace at which he settled, like sand to the bottom of a lake. His thick tail stood stiff as a board behind him, every other muscle in his body tense and seething with a dull energy, stretching to some unknown breaking point like a rubber band, the tension becoming heavier, more pregnant with each moment, waiting for that final snap... sick of waiting, Bitoku simply gave another thrust to finish the job. Felldo's body shook violently, his paws grasping at whatever they could seize, his shouts cut off still by the Husky's muzzle, convulsing as if cumming but not quite yet, until he settled down, and Bitoku began to fuck.
I say "fuck" because you could not glamorize what he did to that poor Otter. He held him against the wall and fucked him. He fucked him with long, bold strides, fucked him while pressing him against the wall with firm enough pressure to keep him from writhing, so that it'd be easier to fuck him. He let the Otter fall as he thrust his dick, fucking him deep to spots that made the Otter shout with uncultured bliss. He fucked him with quick, almost uncoordinated thrusts, jabbing him with short prods as if just bouncing the Otter's plump ass off his hip. He fucked like his obligation to ease the otter into fucking had expired, fucked like it was a conjugal visit, fucked like he was pulverizing diamonds. Fucked like he was making good money to do it, fucked like he was trying to make the word itself more vulgar. Fucked like he was a horny college student whose libidinal desires to fuck the shit out of something sometimes overrode his responsibility to be gentle. And the Otter fucking loved it. He begged to be fucked harder, bit the Husky's shoulder and winced through the pain rather than ask for anything other than to be fucked fucking hard.
Felldo couldn't tell if his ass or his lips hurt more, neither given a rest as the assault raged on, the Husky plowing nearly as if he was looking for an apology, and the Otter embracing every last twinge and spasm and spark that came from it. It didn't feel great, it certainly even hurt, but how can you temper a man's enthusiasm in a moment like that? It was a testament to the Husky's surprise strategy that the Otter's lust overpowered all the other typical functions of his body to avoid discomfort. He even met with a little regret the first signs of the Husky's grand finish, the sudden clenching of teeth, the loss of rhythm in his thrusts, the sweat on his forehead... the Husky buried his bone and held the Otter there, groaning and panting into the Otter's muzzle, not thrusting as if he wanted to make sure all his seed as as deeply entrenched as possible. This, at least, was what Felldo thought: He thought it because the concept gave him a turn. Cum in my stomach, cum in my goddamn brain, fill me until I'm coughing it up, he thought. With a few final thrusts - given almost as if for the sport of hearing the Otter grunt - the Husky's secure smile returned. He lifted the Otter off his dick, set him on weak legs upon the floor.
Bitoku knelt down before Felldo, immediately taking the labored Otter cock in his muzzle, his already sore jaw muscles stretching to accept the girth. The Otter could hardly stand, and he wanted so badly to collapse into a heap, but the Husky kept him standing for the performance, rolling his tongue along the tool until, not long, it offered its bounty. As the Otter felt his orgasm building inside him, he felt himself overcome, as if reaching the end of a long novel, almost not believing it. "Oh shit I'm cumming," he said with such perverse gravity, as if it was a surprise to him that that was how these things ended, or perhaps, it was a surprise to him how great it felt?
He could suddenly envision his cock spurting thick streams all over the Husky's face, an image that almost seemed impossible to him, had seemed impossible for so long, something that had been so hard to even materialize in his head for seeming so unattainable. It's coming was a shock like something that shakes the foundations of a man's faith. The sudden realization of something that had been for so long both impossible to know, yet in experiencing it, vindicated every hope and made real its image.
In short: He came, and he regained his faith in God.
There was a God, and the Otter's body quaked and convulsed, and he shot a thick stream of cum into the Husky's fur, nearly covering his muzzle with the shot alone. His muscles tensed, not under his control, and he shot more thick streams into the Husky's waiting mouth, swallowing what he caught and wallowing in what he didn't. The Otter shot more thick ropes, drenching the Husky, almost smarting him with powerful jets. He unloaded still, the Husky's paw directing it where it may go, now well into the orgasm and no sign of the effulgence abating, sucking at the cock now and swallowing every drop if only because he had no more dry fur for it. The Otter did not relent, shaking from his root every convulsion he had in him, until the Husky was finally overwhelmed, acquiescing and allowing every final drop to cover his face in layers thick of cum.
Emptied, finally, the Otter collapsed with his back to the wall, unable to lift an arm, though through hazy eyes he could see the Husky's bewildered look of surprised as he wiped cum from his eyes only so that he could open them.
"Wow..." the Otter said, looking at the drenched dog. "Was that all mine?"
"Well... it's mine now, I think," Bitoku said, licking his paw, then pouncing the bedraggled Otter and getting him wet and sticky, too.