Out at Sea
Just a short story to test out the new CUM feature. Don't be shy!
The older skunk lifted himself up in the swirling sea wind and, bracing himself against a railing above the choppy waters below, pulled off his pants and shirt and tossed them into the dark water. He smiled as he watched the fabrics disappear underneath, the salty air tingling against his back already, his tail swaying freely in the breeze, the split white lines seeming to pulse with the wind going through his fur. He turned to his partner on the boat, a timid fox who blushed with surprise at the sight that had been suddenly unveiled before him. He didn't bother to avert his eyes, as the skunk obviously gave no impression that he didn't want eyes on his body. The fox made no shame of hungry, jealous looks at the slightly chubby body, only slightly curved around the edges, really, a soft padding atop stockier muscle the skunk had used to sail them so far out you could only smell the sea. The skunk showed off his powerful body still, tugging at a loose rigging, having the effect of posing the body, so tantalizing and radiating of warmth even in the cool breeze. Finished, the skunk rested against a rail, his tail swaying with the bobbing of the boat as he looked at the fox with an inviting smile. The skunk relaxed, turning around at times and leaning over the rails to look out. He filled his lungs with the restorative vapors of the sea, listened to the solitary animal sounds of squawking seagulls. The rush of water against the hull give his bulky body the Dolby 5.1 digital treatment, making him seem all the more impressive and sagelike to the shy fox. They exchanged looks for awhile, and even a few words, some idle conversation.
The fox stood up and, still gaining his sea legs, hobbled slowly over to the skunk. He didn't say anything, simply looked over the railing, stole a few mroe glances at the skunk's package, which hung proudly in the open air. He ogled the bushy tail which swayed with an effortless grace even in the brisk wind. The fox stood by the skunk for a short time, jealous of his confidence, and admiring the shape he cut against he crystal blue sky. He stood up to every inch and pound of the skunk, and his body still even carried a youthful vitality with its weight, evident in the bright red glow of his fur and the perkiness of his chubby tummy. The silky black of the skunk's tail contrasted sharply against the lively red. The fox reached out to the skunk, finally - to the bushy tail, taking it in his grasp and taking it upon himself to smooth out the ends, petting and lavishing it, seeming at once enthralled by the soft plush sensation and distracted by the rest of the skunk's body, which the fox couldn't have resisted forever. He squeezed, feeling indulgent all the while. The confidence with which the skunk had displayed it had given it an almost ethereal quality, so now the fox seemed almost mesmerized in pressing the tail against his body and reaching with his hands for the soft stomach, inviting arms, or round ass.
It was an act of charity when the skunk finally reached to the fox's pants and unbuttoned them to the drowned-out sound of a startled yip, pulling them down with a pair of plain white briefs to free a stiff cock beneath. The fox's clothes went to the same watery grave, and then it was the skunk's turn to admire the fox's body. If the skunk's presence had seemed so much greater backed by the constantly rushing sea, and the fox seemed to feel the same himself as he became exposed. Overwhelmed with sudden passion, he pressed his lips to the skunk's, pushing him back against the railing, the striped tail in the fox's grip. The fox whispered something that was lost in the wind, maybe only a personal prayer, his hands moving quicker along the tail, grabbing more ravenously at the meaty body. Shamelessly he cupped the skunk's junk in his paw, admiring the simple weight of it, and letting the stout member stiffen into a fat, straight rod.
The skunk returned the favor, putting a tender touch to the foxhood, making the shy fellow red in the cheeks. The fox wasn't used to being felt-up, and the gentle caresses felt like the most lavish and appreciative attention. The skunk rubbed his cheek against the fox's as he fondled the late-blooming virgin, feeling a thick rod with a curve just as elegant as the rest of those on the fox's body. The skunk stroked the fox, teasing out a few drops of juice, and rubbing the tip of his finger in little circles underneath the cock. At the base of the hybrid cock the fox's knot swelled with almost endless promise.
The surging of the waves against the hulls teased the fox. He pressed the head of his cock against the skunk's hole, and each rising crescendo of a wave would fill him with the gut urge to drive his hips forward and penetrate that meaty ass. The effulgence of disquieting sound wrapped around him and lifted him so that at times he felt as if they might not be toppled over the edge without his arms wrapped around the stout anchor. The rocking boat tossed him against the skunk's back, and with one hand he held onto the railing, with the other he clutched the windblown but plush tail to his body.
Perhaps it was a tossing of the boat, or perhaps the overabundant energy finally soaked through the fox's nerves, but finally the fox's cock burrowed into the skunk's ass, and with blushing trepidation, and the aid of the rocking waves, he started to ride the skunk. He buried his nose in the satin-like fur of the tail and wrapped his arms around the bulky body as he humped, his know swelling as he gained his composure, and a rhythm, the skunk's grunts reaching the fox's ears over the whipping wind and egging him on further. The ship's bell rung as the vessel rocked back and forth, the skunk holding onto the rail to steady himself. The fox's knot would be forced against the skunk's hole, the fox apologizing each time while flush with the shame of how nearly he enjoyed the feeling of knotting the skunk. The fox yearned with every ounce of himself to plunge himself completely into the skunk's ass, and rest locked against his back, but burned with apprehension. It's only his first time, he thought, only his first time, he wasn't ready for all this, he had no idea if he should ask or beg or apologize or shout or whatever. His stomach felt light as air as it bounced on top of the skunk's ass. The boat rocked, and the fox wished it would rock just a little harder. The mature skunk, with all his years of experience, moaned with renewed passion - if only because of the tinge of alarm in it - but with a torturously wide smile on his face when the fox's fat knot threatened to be forced inside him by mere whim of nature. A toss of the boat and both their hearts would skip.
The fox seemed on the edge of finally shouting out anything when a wave tossed them both forward. He felt himself slap against the skunk's cheek, he heard the skunk start with a sharp cry that quickly turned into a loud and soulful moan, and felt the warmth of the skunk's tight hole around his knot. He seemed dizzy for a moment, prodding still with meager motions as he felt himself being overwhelmed, the swirl of natural and manly scents in the air, the warmth against his stomach and the cold against his back, the gentle vibrations that seemed to reverberate through his cock, and most of all the his face buried in that bountiful tail. He came, but couldn't tell you for the life of him which way he was shooting. He filled the skunk, his head so dizzy he had to hold onto the soft sides of else bring them both to the deck.
The skunk moaned, arching his back, stroking his cock in a rush to catch up with the fox, the thrill of being knotted for the first time still going through his head. It hadn't been near as bad as he'd thought. The chubby bodies rolled together like this, moaning and panting as they kissed, holding onto each other for dear life. "Don't stop yet," the skunk demanded breathlessly, still stroking himself as he hung on the edge, literally and figuratively. The fox pressed all of himself into the fox, pressing the fat knot against the skunk's most tender spots, making him moan with a slack jaw. With a groan, the skunk's balls emptied, thick ropes that, save for a few strands caught on the rail, floated off with the current.
The clear blue sky still bobbed on the horizon, and even though the fox rested tiredly on the skunk's back, the gentle motion kept the skunk twitching and moaning. The fox looked out at the choppy waters, seeing a cruise liner pass off in the far distance. He wondered if anybody on the deck might have a pair of binoculars, then roused the skunk for another smooch. With a grunt the fox pulled himself out, perhaps unintentionally rougher then than he had been yet, making the skunk yelp in surprise. Now able to face each other, they wrapped themselves in each other, arms and and tails and all.