Oiled Up
Oiled Up
This is a work of erotic fiction. It was written by Iscin on www.sofurry.com. Commissioned by Ardex. All rights reserved © 2014.
Turn Right
Has it really only been eight months?
The grey wolf looks at his watch. A little over an hour now remains. An unfamiliar sensation is thrashing around in his stomach. He is trying to ignore it as he stirs the spoon in his cup, the dark brown liquid that is his morning coffee reflects the outline of his muzzle as a vague shape. The rest of the cafe here on the corner is surprisingly devoid of life. It might have something to do with the negative fifteen degrees outside. Thinking back to the last time he made this journey, the weather is damn well near the absolute reverse of what it was last time. A less rational man might consider that an omen, but for him it's just seasonal patterns. Ardex looks up from the muddy black liquid and stares outside at blankets of snow covering roads, cars and rooftops; and a chill shiver runs along his spine. Even with all of that luscious grey fur he is glad to have a winter coat.
No point sodding around here any longer. He downs the rest of the coffee, its barely sweetened taste running over his pallet and making him cringe before setting the cup down again. Ardex leaves a few coins clinked on the edge of the cup's saucer as he gets up to leave. A few shrugs and the cusp of the fake fur-lined navy blue coat he is wearing slinks back onto his broad shoulders by the time he reaches the door. At the very moment the glass door parts open cold air blasts across the wolf's muzzle and his fur stands on end. He grimaces with a growl and steps out, trampling thick snow underpaw; the latter thing being the only inch of his body without additional protection, not that pawpads are very sensitive to temperature and he prefers the better balance control of going bare paw.
Ardex stows both of his hands away into the deep, warm pockets of his coat and huddles along in the icy weather keeping his eyes trained on the ground so as to avoid slipping up on inclined ice. He soon reaches a fork in his path and to his own annoyance has to stop and take out his phone to make sure he is heading in the right direction. The wolf has to cross three more roads and cross three blocks before he can not only feel, but see and hear the sea again. Koi Harbour is packed full with merchant ships of varying classes and size. Just the like the time that came before, Ardex will be travelling on a small and unimportant freighter, delivering mostly food supplies to the oil derrick.
There is a burly ursine sitting inside of the cosy looking guard station. Ardex walks up and shows the bear his identification. The guard looks to be past his prime and is none too pleased as the wolf barks at him to garner his attention, and in the process stirs the older man out of what had been a pleasant dozing. He makes a gruff, annoyed sound which might be some sort of growl, though Ardex is unsure exactly what it is. This is now followed by a series of stretching and yawning whilst forcing the younger man to remain standing still in the cold in front of the guard station's lone window. And even as the bear comes to the end of his little rise and shine routine he just stares with a blank expression at Ardex before the canid decides to say something.
"I'm here to get on a ship leaving in an hour." Ardex is explaining as he waves his ID.
"Is that so?" The bear says with an incredulous tone poorly masking a misanthropic one.
"Yeah, well, if you don't mind opening the gate then. I'll be on my way now." Ardex says, unwilling to rise to the irritable old bear.
"Yeah, alright alright." The bear grunts and flips a switch, opening the gate for him.
Ardex refrains from giving any thanks to the guard and starts walking again. As he passes the gate and goes further into the docks he cranes his neck to take in the winter maritime landscape. Ships, cargo containers and loading cranes are all covered in layer upon layer of snow at varying thickness levels. The soft sound of his paws crushing the snow underfoot is all that accompanies Ardex's walk along the docks until he sees his surrogate ferry obscured by another ship and some containers still waiting to either be loaded or unloaded. Approaching his ship the wolf notices that someone else is also waiting at the gantry in a green, furred winter coat. As he draws nearer Ardex can now see that they have a dorsal fin and a long, thick tail with a fluke at the end of it.
"Hello over there." Ardex shouts out in a chipper tone.
The other person turns around now, revealing a round face and emerald green eyes that are a different hue but still seem to match the coat. He waves his right hand in greeting, its pure black palm contrasting to the background of white snow and grey steel behind him. As Ardex gets nearer he can see that the orca is clearly a big guy though not as tall as he is himself, a kind of ironic deja vu from the last time such a meeting occurred passing his mind. Now finally meeting the other man at the end of the gantry Ardex extends his paw and introduces himself. The same black hand is offered as they both shake hands. The wolf notices how the thickset man grips his paw hard. The grip is not so hard as to hurt but he gets the feeling that it is to affirm some sort of position. Another cocksure alpha male perhaps?
"So what brings you out here in the cold?" Ardex asks his new acquaintance.
"My name's Yerkelayh, I'm an engineer. What about you?" The orca says with an american accent and a thin smile.
"Ah, I'm an engineer too. You're going to the Polaris rig then?" The wolf replies.
"Yessir. I was waiting for the captain, crewman or anybody aboard really." Yerk says.
"Being patient won't work. I bet they're huddled up inside from the cold. Come on." Ardex says with confidence and takes the first step on the gantry. He immediately slips realising too late that the gantry's surface has a thin, imperceptible layer of black ice that retards any traction.
As he enters backwards free fall the wolf closes his eyes, bracing himself to feel his ass hit hard against the gantry. But to his surprise his new cetacean friend is not only strong but is surprisingly fast too. He can feel his strong arms hooking underneath his own just before he could have left an impression in the snow. Ardex catches his breath before carefully repositioning his feet. Carefully putting his weight back on them he stands back up as the orca stops manhandling him. He rolls his arms, letting his coat shift back down from its disheveled position and turns to see the other man grinning like an idiot. Maybe he knew the gantry was treacherous and chose not to tell him, or maybe he is just taking pride in his fast action and Ardex's fall after his own pride. Either way the look was not handsome at all.
"Maybe we should just shout to get their attention." Ardex says.
MV Sao Paulo
The captain of the freighter is an aged beagle who was very amused by the sight of the two young men repeatedly attempting, and failing, to ascend the gantry. However after the four or so collapse he walks up on deck and helped both of them get up by simply flipping the gantry over to its less icy underside. With more than a little embarrassed on either's face, Ardex and Yerk finally boarded the freighter and were introduced to the marginally warmer crew compartments. An hour later and the captain returned to the bridge to oversee the freighter starting its diesel driven engines.
This leaves both the wolf and the orca to figure out what to do for the next estimate nine hours before they reach Polaris. Right now Ardex is milling around in the Sao Paulo's galley. Overhead cupboards contain a variety of different dry foods that when mixed with filtered water, provided from an inbuilt plumbing system and heated by a securely fit electric kettle, allegedly becomes edible. There are some vegetables too, but nothing with any real texture. Apparently someone decided to include a fridge, but not a freezer, which means that meat is not atypically stored in the petite cargo ship's food stores. Not that he is feeling particularly hungry, but better to eat now before taking a nap rather than waking up to an empty stomach.
With a growling stomach the wolf finds himself going for a cup-a-soup. The flimsy plastic contained says that the white powdery contents are supposed to be something like chicken. Better than nothing. He empties it into one of the simple white mugs after rinsing it and fills the kettle up before putting it on. Underneath his paws Ardex can feel the ship ever so slightly moving from side to side. It is a soft motion with gentle and shallow swings that do not threaten to tip anything onto the floor. After a minute vapour starts to below out from the kettle, quickly rising up to condense against the cool bulkhead ceiling.
"What are you doing in here?" A voice asks from behind the wolf.
"Making soup." Ardex replies curtly and turns around with his arms folded to look at the killer whale standing in the kitchen's entrance.
"Mind if I come in?" Yerk asks, his eyes quickly scanning the galley .
"It's a little pokey, but sure." Ardex shrugs and turns back to the kettle noticing its finished boiling.
As he pours the hot water into the mug he is a little shocked to feel something coming into contact with his rump. Even through the fabric of his trousers it is very obvious to him just what squeezed against one of his butt cheeks. And there is only one other person in the small galley. Ardex keeps his concentration so as not to drop the kettle nor mug and fills it up before setting the kettle back down. He is sure to stir the frothing soup before turning back and looking at the now smirking whale. The grey wolf says nothing as he brings the rim of his mug to his nose, sniffs at it and takes a tentative sip. That's definitely not chicken.
"So..." Ardex says, his eyes training down along the orca's torso. "You didn't say if you wanted me to get you anything. Coffee maybe? You yanks like coffee."
"Maybe there is something, but I'm sure not sure if it's on the menu. Care to help me out?" Yerk replies, his eyes are likewise sizing up the other man.
At this point Ardex is confident in the other man's intentions. Certainly this new friend is a lot more forthright in his proclivities than the rhino was on their journey. Looking at him the orca is in the prime of his life and physically fit. But alas he is nowhere near as tall or overall well packed as Chris was, or rather still is on the oil rig. In fact Ardex is almost a foot taller than the american. As he takes another sip of the woefully malnourishing soup he considers his options.
There is not much in the way of crew for the MV Sao Paulo. Even so there are enough of them milling around the crew compartments that both the wolf and the orca decide to take things elsewhere, away from the kitchen. So after throwing away the rest of the vile imitation soup Ardex makes sure the cetacean follows him down into the ship's hold. Down here there are old fashioned wooden crates stacked up in two spaces, creating a kind of valley down the middle. It is dark and private enough for their purposes. And so it is that the wolf finds a quiet and secluded spot, tucked away among the wooden crates.
"This should be perfect." The wolf mumbles and turns around to see what his new friend thinks.
The black and white cetacean is standing opposite the wolf with a knowing smile and a prodigious bulge in the front of his pants. Both of his large black hands are around the latch on his belt as he starts to undo it. Someone clearly has one idea of how this will go, but Ardex wants this to go a different way. The whale is big, but not as big as the wolf whose paws are now grasping around the lapels of Yerk's jacket. It takes one firm tug and the big guy is tumbling forward. The smile on his face is gone now. It is replaced by a surprised gasp as he falls forward. Ardex aptly sidesteps the falling man with his hands letting go still held out to reach for the thick fluke tail that is whipping up from behind. Robust digits grip firmly, the pointed tips of his claws only every so slightly scratching the waxy soft, white skin underneath the other man's tail. This way he can slow and stop the whale's trip forward, so that he does not smash his black domed head against the boxed up crate he was just heading towards.
Before the whale has time to recover nor react the wolf moves on to the second step. Yerk can feel one hand let go of his tail only to feel it again a second later tugging on his pants waist. With his buckle already undone the trouser belt slackens and Yerk's pants immediately start coming down. He gasps and looks over his shoulder as he feels the fabric slip and slide down. The sea air is strong and cool in the cargo hold. Its icy touch wafts over his exposed rump and the killer whale feels his entire body tensing up. Though well insulated for the atlantic, his body is still used to being wrapped up, especially in this kind of weather. However, the air is nothing compared to the feeling of the wolf's claws as both sets change from gripping his tail, to squeezing along his buttocks.
"Now I have you where I want you, this spot is even more perfect." Ardex growls, eager fingers roaming in to squeeze between the two black cheeks of the whale's muscular ass.
"I ah... thought you were..." Yerk says as he feels the other man's strong hands knead into his rear.
"Oh I know what you thought. But I couldn't help myself."
In his current position, Yerk is more or less slumped over one crate, with another one stacked up in front. The wolf will have to be careful so as they don't knock one of the stacked crates over, worst case scenario someone could end up with some broken bones. However he is now focused upon the body language the cetacean is displaying. There is no significant resistance as his thumbs dig in, starting to spread out the other man's ass cheeks. However, he can tell by the way that fluke is flicking a couple feet above his head that Yerk is not entirely comfortable being on the receiving end of this. The wolf smiles to himself and changes the position of one paw, slipping down between the orca's legs and brushing up against his sac.
"Aaah!" Yerk gasps feeling the other man's hand as it grasps his throbbing erection.
"I almost forget about this." Ardex teases him, his hot breath beating down on the whale's exposed pucker, his fingers still prying his clenching cheeks open.
It takes some cajoling, but after a few loving strokes the other male starts to loosen up in his hands. Opportunity presents itself, and with one hand still doing manual labour, the wolf darts his muzzle forward against Yerk's big black butt. Ardex's tongue is a broad, wet and has an impressive reach. Extending out past where his muzzle is unable to force itself any further, the furry mammal performs two quick licks before following up with a remarkably deep, though slender penetration into his partner's virgin tight rectum. Wow, is this his first time? He has not felt a hole nearly this tight, grasping around his tongue, for quite some time now. The thought of being able to introduce his new friend to the real deal excites the wolf; his heartbeat quickens and he can feel the crotch of his own pants start to become less accommodating.
Ardex's pointy ears start to pick up a series of soft, almost casually soft clicking sounds. At first this confuses him, with his face pressed against the orca's muscle butt he is unable to look around for the source. He shifts his tongue around, pressing it against one side of the other man's anus and now the other. More sounds reach his ears, louder than the ones from before. Of course, I should've known. He lets go of the whale's dork and brings both paws down, smacking both butt cheeks either side of his muzzle. This time he hears a high pitched squeal, followed by a series of clicking sounds. It seems he has caught himself a noisy one this time. Best not to spend too long warming this fishy up, someone might hear him.
Even without the same auditory acuity Yerk picks up on the soft chinking sound of the wolf undoing his own belt. Straining his smooth head the orca looks over his shoulder again. To his surprise the wolf has already taken off his jacket and shirt too. Surely he must feel at least a little bit chilly, despite the great tufts of fur over his chest, and the fully mane of dark grey fur framing his head. Yet what most grabs the killer whale's attention are the odd light grey, almost white coloured, markings over the canid's arms that match the same shade of the fur over his chest and stomach; both of which are visibly thick with heavy muscle underneath all of the hair.
His neck is starting to ache now but as his eyes travel down he notices the wolf has finally lowered his pants. The look in Yerk's emerald eyes are enough to elicit a quicker rising up of Ardex's erection; he does love it when he makes another man blush. The throbbing pillar of black flesh quickly rises up higher and higher. Musky beads of pre-ejaculate are already starting to run down in rivulets. The reflective fluid starts to soak into the dark grey fur of his heavy sac, making that too begin to shimmer in the overhead artificial lighting. Gripping the flesh with his right paw, the left still holding onto the whale's rump, Ardex's digits barely wrap around the almost grotesquely thick and definitely male organ. Approximation of size is only exaggerated by the heavy looking motion made as he starts to play with it like some marrow bone pilfered from an elephant's skeleton.
Yerk turns his head back, both annoyed by the strain in his neck and deciding it is best if he does not keep staring. His buttocks are clenching tighter again and the wolf chortles as his fingers are squeezed by the big guy's big butt. But the whale is tense all over. If not for the dark keratin in his blubber his knuckles would be whitening as his grip strengthens against the shaved edges of the wooden box he is laying on top of. The wolf's body grows closer and Yerk can feel that massive tool as it comes to rest against and between his cheeks. Furry hands come around his waist and the orca shivers, his fluke bending even further as Ardex's thickset frame comes to pin him down. Even the box is creaking in protest and a tiny part of the whale's mind wonders if it will endure, though the rest of him knows that is not what he is worried about enduring.
"Don't worry so much," Ardex says in a low and soft tone. "Just relax and this will feel good for both of us."
"I-It's..." Yerk starts to say something but hushes as he feels the other man drawing back, letting his huge slobbering shaft slide between his cheeks. "It's my first time."
"That's why I'm going to enjoy this."
At first the wolf chooses to be gentle. Knocking on the back door with incremental pushes. His paws are tender as they run up to hug against the orca's chest, replete with nipple rubbing. Yerk's body is responding involuntary of his own intentions. His own phallus is throbbing, his shoulders and arms tensing up and his buttocks clenching making it even tighter for the wolf dick pressing against his sphincter. But with a growl Ardex chooses to thrust with a moderate degree of the strength in his hips. A loud gasp comes from the prostrate whale as he feels the other man start to enter him, tip of the spear slipping up inside of him.
"I probably should've prepared your hole a bit. Sorry about the pain." Ardex mumbles with his head resting against the orca's left shoulder.
"What pain?" Yerk asks and immediately curses himself.
The copious amounts of pre-ejaculate provide all the lubrication the wolf ever requires and with a toothy grin he starts pushing inch after thick inch of his wolfhood into the other man. However though the sticky and musky fluid helps, there is simply no way to prepare for the experience of having another man inside of him. Yerk's fluke thrashes overhead, his entire body bucking like a bull as the wooden box creaks and bends underneath him. However nothing throws the wolf off, not now that he finally has his claws, and other parts, sunken into his prey.
Even with only the first five or so inches that have penetrated his rectum, the orca can feel his prostate being tickled and explored in ways he has never known before. These sensations are radiating outwards from the very core of his being, causing his extremities to tingle and his dick to seemingly grow even harder than it already was. To his own surprise the orca's eyes are tearing up. The pain is excruciating, but the pleasure that radiates from within acts as a numbing salve. Becoming wrapped up in his own experience Yerk starts to move his body back and forth, almost as if he is trying to hump the box he is on. Ardex finds this gesture amusing even as he sinks more of his massive organ splitting open the aquatic mammal's firm black cheeks.
"Mmmh, there we go. See? You took quite a lot of it." The wolf growls as wriggles and grinds his fat, throbbing knot against the no longer so virgin hole.
"FUCK..." Yerk manages to express himself through clenched jaws.
"That's the general idea." Ardex replies humorously.
There is something approaching pity in the larger man's mind. It has been so long since he has introduced a virgin to the pleasures of receiving anal sex, and especially for that person to be someone smaller than himself. This apex sea predator is clearly overwhelmed, he can tell solely by the way his sphincter is sporadically contracting around the wide base of his dick. But there is so much more, from the beads of sweat he wipes away from the other man's dorsal fin, to the strange clicking sounds and exasperated gasps as he tweaks and plays with Yerk's sensitive black on white nipples underneath his shirt. A pity then that his loins are burning up, demanding to have their sweet release. What has begun can only end in one, very messy and sore way for Yerk.
"Hold onto something, this is gonna get rough."
It isn't rough already? Yerk thinks but dares not say for fear of a second jinxing. Nevertheless he is about to find out as his furry dominator pulls back before slamming back into him. There is a loud slapping sound that echoes in the hold as his body and balls careen into the whale's beefy aft side. A breathless grunt is made by the orca as he feels his body being penetrated with such speed and ferocity as he previously only pictured himself being capable of. This is not merely a new experience, this is an instruction lesson in how you really fuck someone raw. To his merit Yerk's body and mind appear to be keeping up, responding and grinding back into the wolf where he can, though only to slammed down against the crate. All of which has a backing sound of high pitched squeals and staggered grunts. Yet still he clenches, resisting the intruding black pillar that bores down into his rump.
For Ardex the experience is a glorious one. He has not had the chance to let loose like this in quite some time. In fact his pent up state was one of the main reasons he requested the job on the rig, a genuine hive of raunchy gay sex. There is a numbing of the world around him, even the big guy squirming underneath, as his lust intensifies. The wolf's tongue rolls out, his tail swishes and his hips hump with the kind of olympian effort that would put a rabbit to shame. Simultaneously intensely focused, and enraptured by that very focus, Ardex is ignorant to the climax that his monochromatic friend suddenly goes through. A gooey mess shoots across and splatters over Yerk's shirt and the orca's groans rise up to high pitched squeals of delight; if only he had known anal sex could feel this fucking fantastic.
Both of the two rutting men are oblivious to the buckling of the box underneath them. Iron nails pop out at the same time that the wolf's knot pops in. And so two events happen at more or less the exact same time. The first is the sweaty and heaving, furry body becoming tied to the smoother sweaty and heaving body via the fat knot wedged inside of the latter. Of course this happens a split second before Ardex howls as his family jewels bunch up and an outpouring of thick wolf cream starts to pump away deep into Yerk's big booty, surprising him with the volume as he feels the hot liquid pooling inside of himself. However the second event is something that surprises both burly men as the crate finally gives way, the last nails coming out as the box's form collapses by loose planks falling aside and the contents of the crate, bags of fresh potatoes, split and the round vegetables start rolling away.
Ardex finishes unloading his meat gun whilst trying to not topple sideways as Yerk is struggling not to do. To an outside the sight would almost look like one of slapstick comedy. With the two coupled men trying to remain upright on the small hill of potatoes until the wolf finishes breeding his new friend's hole. Eventually everything settles down, especially the rolling pile of potatoes, and the pair relax in the afterglow. I didn't expect that. Ardex thinks to himself, looking over the torn plastic bags and the vegetables rolled out onto the hold's deck.
"Woah." Yerk says in a hushed tone, his body still flexing and twitching in response to the wolf knotted deep inside of him.
Reunion
The sun is setting as they get off the MV Sao Paulo. Both Ardex and Yerk are wrapped up in their jackets trying not to let the cold air get to them. As he gets up on the top deck of the platform the wolf smiles as he recognises the first person he sees. The big green croc man looks the exact same way the last time Ardex was here. Frank greets the wolf on his return with a wide and slightly terrifyingly toothy smile. He smiles back at him, ignoring the protruding bump in the front of the crocodile's crude oil stained pants. But Frank is already looking past the wolf at the person standing just behind him.
"And who is this?" Frank asks, his yellow eyes wide as they look the cetacean up and down.
"Oh, Yerkelayh." Ardex introduces the other engineers.
"Yeah that's me." The orca replies with a tight smile, his body still adapting to the cold air.
"So they sent me another greenhorn for a contractor." The older man's voice sounds the opposite of disappointed.
"Yeah, it's my first time." Yerk is not picking up on the connotation.
"Well the pair of you 'ought to get inside now. Especially you," he points at the other aquatic. "That fluke looks like it's about to shake off."
His skin still has that leathery feel. Subtle cracked blemishes causing it to feel almost reptilian in part. Ardex thinks about making a comparison between the rhino's skin and the whale's, probably both rumps side by side for an in-depth comparison. However it is those bunched muscles around his chest, arms, abs and thighs that make the furless land mammal a breed apart from the aquatic one. The wolf to lean in to the pachyderm and their mouthes meet in an embrace with tongues running along one another. There is the temptation to grab Chris' horn and tug on it, asserting a direct control over the moment. However he decides not to, as a couple other horns really need the attention right now. After all, they have a third party and he should be the guest of honour.
"So?" Ardex prompts the cetacean in the room once his deep embrace with Chris has ended.
"Err..." Yerk is standing only a few feet away, eyes wide as he looked at the two men kissing. Once more his own arousal is all too obvious both by sight and smell for the canid to pick up on.
Ardex grunts before reaching down and into the front of the rhino's pants. Within he wraps his fingers around that fat ass buster, affixing a firm grip as the rhino rumbles and shifts with his butt rubbing up against the desk behind both of them. The waist is loose enough so that the assertive male just whips the entire meat cannon out, appreciating the semi hard state it is already in with a bead of pre already dripping off from the fat head. As soon as the organ is brought into the light Yerk's eyes grow wide. Here is yet another huge male, even bigger than the wolf and with his dick dangling like an unholstered firearm.
"Get over here and do as I told you." Ardex reminds his new friend whilst his other paw is undoing his belt to whip out his own semi.
This is nothing like what the cetacean expected, even with all of the partially vague and always erotic things the wolf alluded too for the remainder of their journey here. There had been a description of course, but no words can convey meeting the rhino here and now. Chris is a beast of a man, with rippling musculature that matches the wolf, only more and set on a larger frame; Chris is a good three feet taller than the orca is himself. Yet even then the sight of that dick, and now the canid's too as Ardex whips his black hole pounder out and starts waggling both pieces of meat. He must be getting off of the way that the rhino is so obviously embarrassed being exposed like this to someone he only just met, only a name attached to a body.
Yet as ridiculous and altogether rushed as the situation is, Yerk has the feeling that this is a unique opportunity for him. An opportunity to have two stupendously large studs offering their bodies to him; and if he is lucky there will be opportunities for mounting one, maybe even both, of them in turn. So he nods, fluke flicking behind himself as he walks up, takes his jacket off and gets down on his knees before both men. Although this is on an ideal level to be face to wolf crotch, the rhino has to squat a little whilst leaning back against the desk for the killer whale to get on an opportune level with the herbivores crotch gun.
"Don't worry, I've been teaching him some great moves." Ardex whispers to Chris whilst leaning in. "And the blowhole means he can deep throat with no problem." He winks at the end of that, half-sure the orca can overhear even without the same ear lobes.
"Woah, really?" That last part really has Chris' curiosity now peaked.
Yerk might be paying attention to what the wolf is saying, but he is transfixed by the two pieces of maleness being offered up to him. Both are equally tempting. On his left there is Ardex's long, thick, pointy and knot sporting black wolf dick. Just as before its dark surface is starting to shine as it quickly reaches full mast and beads of pre-ejaculate start running down it. Yerk grips that phallus with his left hand and as he squeezes it in his grasp the cetacean can feel his asshole tingle with the memory of the drilling he receive aboard the MV Sao Paulo. Turning to the dick on the right though is in its own way even more impressive. Though not as exotically shaped and featured as what Ardex is packing, the rhinoceros has the sort of endowment that could be used in sport; though that may be somewhat impractical even on the best performance. There is no doubt that he has grown longer and fuller than his lupine friend. Grasping with his right hand the orca is amazed that his fingers and thumb are unable to meet and the organ is swelling even thicker as he strokes along it to the tip and starts cupping his palm around the dribbling fat head.
There is no choice in deciding which one to suck first. He has got to know what this rhino's orgasm is like. Ardex smiles as he watches Yerk shimmy over, positing himself to wrap his mouth around that engorged leviathan. In fact he is so eager to see the rhino and orca get along that he hardly even minds as Yerk's left hand falls away from his wolfhood to cup the pachyderm's pendulous balls, loosely held in the same stretchy sac dangling from his pelvis. The rhino's understated moaning grows louder as the orca lets go of the heavy third and nuzzles into the cannonball sized testes underneath it. He has one in each hand, rolling them around and squeezing as he runs his broad tongue over the leathery surface of the pachyderm's sac, enjoying the musky taste. Chris' dick reaches the orca's dorsal fin, gingerly brushing against it as pre-ejaculate drools out of the fat beast to run down Yerk's bare back.
Ardex looks on with approval as the orca starts worshipping the giant male's semen full sac. He makes soft clicks and squeaks as he feels their contents slosh and broil around inside. It is almost unnatural, like water balloons ready to pop. The cetacean has to admit he is excited to see what this is like. But to do that he has to return to the source of that radiating heat above the dome of his smooth head. So after burying his face between the rhino's balls one last time the orca comes away and returns with both hands around the drooling grey ziggurat. The rhino's phallus responds more like a serpent and less like a mere body part, spitting against the submissive orca's face and leaping in his hands.
"Watch out, he gets frisky once excited." The wolf's deep voice mockingly warns. Yerk ignores him.
Opening wide the aquatic mammal starts to carefully move in around the fat spitting head in front of him. Both hands grip tightly, squeezing back as the foreskin slinks back revealing the engorged glans and constantly drooling slit at the forefront of the rhino's titanic tool. The orca can feel his pants noticeably grow tighter around his own locked up whale dork, a wet patch growing down one pant leg. But he has no time to indulge himself as suddenly both of the rhino's robust and heavy hands come around his smooth head. The orca hardly has time to register what is happening as he sees the rhinoceros crotch hurtling towards him at an alarmingly rapid pace.
"Fuck. I have't seen that side of you before." Ardex grunts as he watches his older friend impale his new friend's face.
He should have known the moment he saw the giant rhino. Chris is built like a freight train with a broad chest and even broader shoulders, arms like industrial crane arms. As if someone that big and muscular would never use his strength, especially once the fire is lit. Yerk is pushing forward with both hands against the rhino's hips, trying to get away but there is no reprieve. This hold around his head is so tight he has to wonder why his skull has not yet given in. Yet this is not a violent assault, though it is certainly as intense as one. Forwards and backwards, up and down, to and fro he is being forced to gobble down the rhino's gigantic dick over and over again. Droplets of spit and pre-ejaculate go flying around as he is being forced to move at a pace that should be unmaintainable. In a more calm context the orca might be appreciating his first experience of being face fucked, it seems the wolf is very eager to introduce new experiences with him. However with this titan being his dance partner the orca's eyes are watering as he tries to keep up rocking his torso back and forth so that the strain on his neck is kept to a minimum. All the while screaming in his head Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
On and off, back and forth, up and down. It is going on and on forever. Even whilst breathing through his blowhole he is not sure how much longer he can keep this up. The orca realises that is release will only come when the rhino comes. So he starts to focus on the two things the rhino is not stuffing in the whale's mouth, or at least has not tried to yet. With one hand each on the cannonballs below, Yerk starts to rub and play with them. Trying to enhance the experience for Chris. It seems to be working as the pachyderm's groans seem to grow louder, his thrusting becomes more deliberate and slightly slower. Oh wait there's that trick. The killer whale thinks to himself and moves his right hand further between the huge guy's legs. His fingers follow Chris' taint, tracing along and up until his fingers are brushing along the rhino's muscular buttocks. That brings no reaction as the rhino continues to jackhammer into the orca's face at a steady pace without reprieve. However this next part ought to trigger something; Yerk only hopes that this is something he is able to manage.
Two fingers, the index and middle finger already wet from the pre-ejaculate from before, push hard until the clenched cheeks give way to them. Chris's unending use of the orca's face as a sex toy ceases momentarily as his eyes open wide in alarm. The fingers spread out a little, wriggle, rubbing just so. The rhino clenches his teeth, hands tightening even further as he holds the orca in place with almost every inch of rhino cock crammed down his throat. Even before the first load has finished travelling down the python Yerk understands that the face fucking was nothing more than a warmup. It starts coming, and coming and coming and after the first thirty seconds the orca really needs to pull off as he is not sure if he can keep swallowing. He can feel the rhino's unimaginably volumious seed start to overflow back up.
"Okay you need to let him go now." Ardex says, and surprisingly the suggestion works.
Chris lets go of Yerk's head whilst still ejaculating. The effect is like sending a bottle rocket off as the whale falls backwards, fluke barely keeping him from going flat on his back. A fountain of white frothy spunk is coughed up only to meet with more of the viscous fluid jetting out powerfully from the rhino's gigantic endowment. Chris is quick in getting both of his hands around himself, jerking the trouser snake as it continues to erupt, spraying layer after layer of thick and strong smelling spunk over the other furless mammal; it is a good thing that orcas can not smell. Even so Yerk brings up his hands, causing the jetting semen to splash back and around the room. As hot as being showered in the rhino's ejaculate is, he does not want any more of those powerful shots to hit him in the eyes.
As the last drops spurt and ooze out of the rhino's fat cock, Ardex surveys the mess. Even knowing the rhino the wolf is admittedly surprised by the shear volume and intensity of that display. At least half of the floor in the rhino's room is covered with the mess now, and he suddenly figures out what the mop and bucket in the corner are used for. He smirks at Chris as the pachyderm glances over with a content smile beaming over at his friend. But unfortunately for Yerk as the wolf looks over to him, there is a second set of balls that need emptying. Whilst wiping away some of the sticky mess plastered over his chest the killer whale notices a shadow casting over him. Looking up he sees the wet black tip of his next task.
I wonder how these folks find the time to drill for oil when they're so busy drilling one another.