Hotel
Just needed to do some writing and burn off some steam. let me know what you think! always love feedback!
Pete groaned, eyes running past the countless images of attractive furs on his screen. Part of him was above it all sure, we all say that. 'media just tires to bring down the average man' 'i dont have too look that good' 'i dont need to buy XYZ to be happy!'
But being above it all has its limits and for a slightly overweight, highschool boar, it was getting exhausting. He was graduating in a week, prom was over, tests were done and he was almost free. Still a virgin, still in the closet and still going to give a half assed speech at graduation about everyone finding their goals in 'blah blah blah.
He rolled his eyes. Pete was fairly built like his dad. Lots of natural muscle he didn't have to work for and a healthy layer of fat his doctor had never referred to as 'healthy'. He had played a few sport's but nothing serious or official. Pete was painfully aware that anything short of a scholarship was going to mean he would be stuck in this go nowhere town. He had been blessed with location though. Despite his small locale he was in New York so the education system was fairly updated and scholarships ran aplenty.
But right now. It sucked. He was months away from college. He was sick of being lonely and with a life ahead of him he wanted to experience, he was impatient. Almost guiltily he opened a new link, logging into his online Findr profile. "36 men in the area want to hook up!"
Pete had never clicked one or responded, but with all weekend off and school behind him he honestly ran out of excuses. He scrolled the list, his profile pic the default for fear of anyone recognizing him. It was startling how recognizable some of the faces were becoming. One worked at the local home depot and had chatted him up about pipe angling for a shower but was asking him now for dick pics.
"Store clerk, hard pass, too old, creep mustache" Pete went down the list. He didn't think of himself as shallow, but he would be lying like every other horny gay man if he said he didn't have preferences.
"Not into pretty kitties, DEFINITELY no horses for a first time. ....literally describes self as a scat whore jesus..."
The boar huffed, taking a drink of whatever was lying around. of course now that he was looking none of the 36 seemed very promising. Grumpy now he went back to netflixs and models. It was panning out to be another night in. He was halfway through an episode of some none too impressive sitcom when he heard a ping.
Half confused he went back to Findr and found a little notification bubble. Someone was trying to chat up his pictureless profile. With an eye roll and an expectation from a strangely persistent badger pete clicked the icon.
Huh, not a badger. The picture showed a rather handsome looking St. Bernard at a beach with dog bone swim trunks. He had a classic fluffy belly and happy looking face. Not the worst profile pic Pete had come across. At least this guy wasn't throwing his dick all over the internet.
Adam T: Hey stranger.
The boar just sat back and stared at it. What was this? subtlety? on a hook up site?
Pete : Howdy.
Maybe not the most profound comeback but appropriate. Right? For some reason the boar felt nervous. It was his first reply to a message, first thing he put online in the form of flirtation and he sounded like a damn cowboy. He tried to correct it but the dog was faster or more prepared.
Adam T: hehe, sorry. just read your profile and thought id drop a line.
Adam T: Cant see your face but if you aren't lying you seem like a good guy.
Adam T: To me anyway :P
The boar scratched his head, trying to just respond. be natural right? that was his plan anyway.
Pete : thanks guy...give me a sec and i'll creep all over your profile
Was that a thing to say?
Adam T: Creep away
Apparently it was at least ok.
Adam T...St Bernard in his thirties, travels alot with work. Single, enjoys coffee dates and romantic get aways but not against a one night fling.
"hmmmm..." Pete hmmm's aloud. It felt off. The entire thing seemed clumsy. thirties huh? that didn't seem too bad. Not too old and he looked young and fit if his profile pic was doing him accurate justice. Pete had never really considered where he drew lines with age, but he wasn't turned off by the idea of thirty.
Adam T: Creep creep
Pete : haha you seem like an ok guy yourself.
Pete : as far as profiles go anyway.
Adam T: Why thank you good sir. if i asked for a pic would you be opposed too it? I see you are new to this but if you dont want to post pics thats cool too.
Pete blushed.
Pete : ...is it that obvious i dont know what im doing?
Adam T: Not too obvious, but you dont have a profile pic and your age says 18. :P
Pete: Right haha. also literate, your the whole package huh? haha
Pete joked,but his eyes were on the locked images next to Adams profile.
Pete: I can get you a pic of my face yeah,
He found one in his phone and cropped out his drunk friends. He was young boar with classic features that came with age. A solid beard, short hair, tusks that had yet to require excessive resizing. Big cheeks and nose. He almost regretted sharing it, thinking back to all the models he had just been looking at with their proportionate bodies and blemish free faces.
Adam T: wow you are super cute :)
Pete: Oh please, im literally a pig haha
Pete: but thank you
Even if he was just being nice it was nice to hear.
Adam T: I mean it bud, you look cute. Id love to kiss that face all over haha
The boar blushed and found he felt the same way. This was one fo the few strings of messages that had not reached a dick pic by the third send. For some furs it was their kick off!
Pete: i dunno how good id be at kissing, but id love to try.
Adam T: Want too? i mean, i'll only be in town for the weekend but if you arent busy...
And there it was. The invite. Pete's breath caught for a moment as he ran through all the implications. What would happen? what would he do? what would this stranger do? should he ask? how did that work? should he just know?
Adam T: You dont have to, but id love if you did. could be fun ;) we can go slow if you are super new too. I dont mind doing whatever with a cutie like you ;D
~
Pete couldnt catch his breath. It was a fifteen minute drive to the hotel he had been invited too. It was a nice one by the airport with a small casino downstairs. He made his way to the elevators avoiding eye contact like he was doing something dirty. And he was right? this was scandalous! he was going to meet a MAN in his hotel room while he was having a lay over!
In the elevator Pete realized the stigma probably occurred because it happened more often than he realized. 6th floor...7th floor...and finally the 8th floor opened up to him. "Room 812" he read the message again, making his way timidly to the hall.
The place was quiet, the carpet clean and boring, the art default and the smell like fake flowers. the boar was messing with his shirt and pants when he came to the last door at the end of the hall. It wasnt a suite or anything, but it felt rather appropriate that it happened so far away from the elevators somehow. Like it was farther away from the rest of the knowing world that this was happening.
He stood there a moment, realizing he was about to reach a point of no return. if he knocked, he would be hooking up with a thirty something year old man. Even if he ran away after the first kiss that man will have gotten him into a hotel room...
His hand hovered over the door and with a gulp he knocked. The TV could be heard inside along with some shuffling. Then the locks were fumbled with and a tall St Bernard stood wagging in the doorway.
He was MASSIVE! he filled the frame of the door and looked down at Pete who was no shrimp at 5'11. "Pete right?" he asked with a grin. "Definitely a cutie." he smiled, "come on in." he was shirtless just like his profile pic, his athletic shorts somehow looked poofy with all the fur.
The room was nice and clean. a luggage bag sat next to the dresser, the bathroom looked spacious and bright and the bed was kingsized. "Nice to meet you Adam." Pete held out a hand to shake and got a hardy laugh from the dog.
Adam shook his hand and continued laughing "very new to this indeed haha. Whatever has you comfortable." the dog flopped over to the bed and patted a space next to him. "Bob's burgers is almost over."
"I uhh, love that show." Pete nodded, making his way over to the directed seat. he felt small and tingly. his face a bit flushed he was sure. He fussed with his shirt a bit more before sitting beside the man. A large arm fell behind his shoulder.
First impressions. Adam was warm. Physically and emotionally. He felt gentle despite his mass and seemed calm and natural.
"I don't know how this works." Pete responded honestly after a few of Louise's retorts.
"Well it works however you want it too really. I'm not gunna force you to do anything. we start slow though if you want a 'normal' play by play." He squeeze Petes shoulder a bit "Maybe a little touch here and there, i might try and get you out of your shirt, you could put a hand on my thigh. It's really up to you honest." The dog assured him.
That was refreshing. Pete leaned a bit hesitantly into Adam and eyed the dogs thigh like a hurdle to overcome. It took a while, honestly a few minutes but Pete got his hand onto Adams fluffy thigh and gave a little experimental squeeze. The boar was harder than he had ever been in all his years of watching porn and they hadn't even kissed yet! their clothes were still on for christs sakes!
"What kind of porn do you watch?" Pete let go of Adams thigh like he had been punched. the dog slowly put the hand back and ran his thumb over the top of Petes hand. "We all watch porn guy, just curious what you are into."
"Nothing i'd try on a first go at it!" Pete admitted a little louder than he intended. He swallowed and tried again, chiding himself on how shy he was acting "bondage and uhh....well, big guys..." he raised his other arm and gently placed it on Adams exposed belly. he gave it an experimental rub.
"Hehe, well plenty big right here." Adam agreed, smiling and turning too Pete now. the whole time he had just been talking while watching television the boar realized so it wouldn't seem so intense.
Now Pete felt VERY in the spotlight. He retracted his belly hand and put it in his own lap.
"Dont do that." Adam spoke up. from where they were sitting at the head of the bed the St Bernard lowered himself to the middle and laid back, exposing his belly and chest more openly. "You can touch it you know. I wouldn't be against it." he grinned. He then went back to the television, the ball in Pete's court.
The boar huffed, but eyed up his belly. It was large and round and fluffy and there for the rubbing. "What do you like?" Pete asked, trying to seem casual as he scooted down next to Adam. The dog was laying back, hands behind his head to elevate enough to see the tv. Pete was still seated, but he was running his fingers through the soft hair of Adams belly. "I mean, fair is fair you know."
The dog chuckled and murred gently. "Fair is fair. Well, i like all kinds of things. wouldn't wanna freak you out with the details. I'm open minded to just about anything short of scat and piss and blood. I like feet a bit and bellys and butts and musk." he stuck out his tongue. "Cute piggies and tongue baths." he winked.
Pete gulped so loud he was concerned Adam heard it. "Getting or receiving!?" he demanded. Despite himself and his worry he was severely turned on.
"Both, general body worship." Adam shrugged. "It's nice to be touched."
They were quiet again. The show having flooded into another episode. Adams eyes were on the TV, Pete's eyes were on Adam. His mind was racing. what to do next?! he didn't want to be lame and new. he wanted this and just....couldnt work it out in his flustered mind. After a moment he put on a brave face and took off his shirt.
Neither of them said anything for a moment, but the dog smiled and was no longer looking at the TV. "Very nice." Adam spoke up, sitting up a bit. Pete followed Adams eyes as they ran over his body. It felt intrusive but not as predatory as he originally feared it might. Adam had a look of longing. "Do uhh....do you mind if i touch?"
Pete wasnt sure which had more blood, his crotch or his face. He retracted his hand from Adams belly and lay back so his head was on the pillows.
The dog wasted no time. he move purposefully but slow, his paws exploring with direction and planning. He knew what he was looking for. they grazed his lower belly hang, and run up his sides. they squeezed gently at his chest and played ticklishly down his stomach. Adam was leaning over him now, the boars breathing erratic and hot.
The paws made their way to his shoulders, giving them a squeeze and then....Pete was being straddled. It was firm but not heavy, the dog riding his waist with what Pete would imagine was expert ease. They made eye contact not moving, a clean moment for Pete's permission that went uninterrupted.
Adam continued. despite his size Adam seemed very flexible. In a swift motion he was straddling Pete's thighs and gently kissing the boars fuzzy navel. Pete shivered and Adam continued the kisses. Navel, stomach, chest. each nipplecame with a nibble and Pete thrust on reflex he didn't know he had.
He felt embarrassed for a moment, looking away with almost a groan before he realized...that was the goal. This normally taboo thing was...the expected outcome. his mind was finally coming to comfortable terms with the situation. Sex wasn't dirty like school had wanted it to be for him. It wasn't scummy. This was natural. This was....well, what he wanted. He was gay and responding in kind and thats exactly what Adams goal was.
Pete leaned his head forward a bit, a smile meant to signify something to Adam, a look he wanted to be like 'i got it!' but his head was leaned back so the dog could kiss his neck. He shivered again, wondering how it could get better.
The answer? tongue and teeth. Adam nibbled at Pete's exposed neck, licking it, trailing his tongue to Pete's ear. Pete moaned softly, a natural sound he was unfamiliar with. Not the fake loud moans of porn but the humming exhalation of stimulation.
"You like?" Adam asked in his ear, then sat back up with a grin.
Very much. Pete wanted to say, but ended up just smiling a dory smile and hiding his face with a nod.
"Oh my god so cute." Adam chuckled. "You're not making this take it slow this easy kid." he said honestly.
The dog got off Pete, laying back down next to the boar so he was also head in the pillows. "I dont want to freak you out, so you have the next part yeah?"
The boar looked over at Adam, face blushing. "No way, i'll be bad at it. You keep going."
Adam leaned on his elbow, chin in palm, "You sure? where do you want it to go?"
Pete stared up at the ceiling then, contemplating it. How far was he going to go? how far was there even? you cant do EVERYTHING in one night so was there a goal? "Well, where do you want it to go?"
"Oh no way, this is about you. I'm just happy to participate." Adam shook his head. "I just wanted something new and refreshing and...well, virgin cuties sounded perfect. Also not that it matters now, but you shouldn't advertise 'virgin' on a hook up site. Brings in ALL the weirdos."
Pete had a dry laugh and went back too looking at the ceiling with a bit of frustration. How was he going to get this going? he tried to think up plans of attack but...they all depended entirely on this guys response. He couldn't plan were things would lead but Adam was also refusing to lead? fine.
Pete sat up at the end of the bed and dropped his pants. Blushing the whole time he turned and stared at Adam, stark naked. "W-well? what do you want to do?" He knew his own cock was average. a normal six inches and fat like the rest of him. He was also a shower not a grower so even flaccid he was moderately impressive.
Adam finally looked a bit shocked, but it passed swiftly into the same longing look as before. He was up to his feet without a word, approaching Pete quickly and before the boar got another word out two strong hands groped him and pulled him close to a fluffy chest, his lips pressing into Adams.
The kiss was strong and different. Not what Pete expected but definitely not disappointing. It was warm and interactive. Pete's hands felt comfortable exploring blindly. It was almost awkward, but it felt natural. Clearly not the movie kiss in the rain, but something more wild and natural. Not a single movie, book, or porn flick had prepared him for it.
"Dont over think it." Adam advised between locked lips. they had back up so Pete was pinned between this massive dog and the wall of the hotel. Adam was nibbling his neck again, Petes knees shook but held firm. "You want to know what i want to do? i want all this is that ok?"
Pete just nodded. still blindly grabbing at whatever parts he could reach in the embrace. He felt a paw grab and squeeze his nopw exposed cock making him leak and moan again. His balls were fondled with and his ass was scratched a bit he was sure.
"Take off my pants." Adam then said, releasing Pete but not moving away. He was sounding a little more out of breath than before and Pete could not blame him. He was nearly gasping for air. He just responded without thinking, the way he was sure it was supposed to be. With only a second's hesitation when his knees his the floor he grabbed the elastic waistband hand had to maneuver the shorts around Adams already proud standing red rocket. It was fat and red and average length, but everything looked bigger when you were nose to nose with it.
With his instruction complete and his mind so out of focus he looked up, awaisting his next instruction.
"Go on, give it a squeeze." Adam encouraged, one hand propped against the wall behind Pete. the boar raised a paw, then both, unsure how to go about it, like he had never touched a dick in his life. "Squeeze the balls a bit and stroke like you like it." Pete heard above him, reacting in kind.
Firstly, Pete could smell the sex. It was a rush of hormones when the pants came down and alot of crotch heat and sweat. The boars mouth was watering and even as he fondled Adams white fluffy balls he tried his best to fight a feeling he knew was inevitable. Pete pressed his snout into Adams crotch, inhaling deeply and breathing it in his mouth too. his arms raised above his head to rub Adams belly as he took in the scents of the moment.
"Oh you are a piggy." Adam spoke, "Thats right, top dog. breath in your alpha..."
And he did. Pete went on inhaling and eventually found himself licking, almost hypnotized at Adams low hanging, heavy looking sack. The leaking red rocket smacking him in the cheek was almost in the way for a moment.
"Can i have a yes sir?" Adam asked then.
The boar stopped and looked up but didnt stop the heavy breathing "Yes sir." he replied on reflex.
Adam chuckled, "You like that smell huh?"
Pete nodded.
"My cock needs attention too you know."
Pete nodded. It was instruction enough for him. As previously advised he gave it an experimental stroke...they a few more and a lick and a few more and...soon he had the flat tip of Adams head in his mouth. It was salty but in a fading way. Soon it had little flavor at all. Adsm moaned above him now, giving his tips.
"Runs your tongue over the head."
"Firmer hand oh that's it..."
"You want it deeper?"
And they went deeper, soon Petes cheek were full of doggie cock and it didn't seem to end. Adam was thrusting gently nod, moaning and grinding and Pete was in a mental whirlwind. He started stroking himself off. this was too hot a moment to pass up he decided, but no sooner did he get three strokes in did Adam remove himself from the boars mouth.
Allow me." The dog spoke, guiding Pete to the end of the bed where he now sat. Adams massive head was in his lap. Pete gulped and soon felt his mind swim further as Adam started returning the oral favor.
Pete was in heaven, he moaned and writhed on the bed and thrusted and squeezed the sheets. He could feel climax swiftly approaching. then it stopped.
"no no no no nooo" PEte moaned, sitting up, a sweaty mess.
"Stand up." Adam instructed, staying in his knees. Pete stood and the dog lead, taking all of Pete's fat cock into his maw and pleasuring him. The dog grabbed Pete's ass with his hands and pushed it forward, inviting Pete to thrust. The dogs hands found petes and placed them in his own fluffy head furs, inviting the boar to grab hold. In moments Pete was face fucking the St Bernard who moans and stroked himself from the floor.
That was it. Pete did not last long. He had some less than attractive sounds and with one last moan and an "oh fuck!" he pressed Adams face into his crotch and left it there, emptying the contents of his heavy young balls into the willing party.
Pete's head swam, his mind a haze of ecstasy. Fun fact about wild pigs, their orgasms last 30 minutes. Pete's ancestors may not have been blessed with 30 minutes, but the headrush left him useless and he sat back on the bed, knees completely weak and eyes squinting in the euphoria. He was aware just enough to see Adam jerking himself off and playing with his nuts until he came all over Pete's unmoving face.
They sat there a while in a sweaty, loud breathing moment of recovery. Pete smiled and laughed, locking eyes again before he licked all the reachable jizz off his face.
Adam chuckled and grabbed a shirt, roughly cleaning off his younger partner. "Cutie."