The Texan and the Naked Otter

 Near Home—May, 2022

So after my so-so bookstore experience on a Saturday afternoon, I was back at my regular haunt on a Tuesday afternoon (really?).  Different men plus a different place equaled a different experience entirely…

 

The parking lot is full enough to be potentially interesting.  The straight theatre has a smattering of men and a horrid point of view movie.  I don’t even linger to get hard.  I go around to the gay theatre.  Only one man is there.  The movie here, too, is quite lame:  Twinks trying to act long scenes before the sex starts.  But I sit down.  I take out my dick.  There is just enough action to get me hard. 

I look over at the other man.  He is a thickly built bear in a loud tee, shorts and sandals.  He catches my eye and says hello with a moderately thick southwestern twang.  He tells me he is from Texas and just passing through.   He asks if there are other places like this in the area.  I fill him in with what I know.  As we talk, he takes a drink of soda and then carefully applies Chapstick.

We move on to other things:  early crushes, losing our virginities and college life.  He was a closet gay for a long time.  “But out and proud now.”  I tell him of meeting my partner so early in my coming out—and how it truly turned me from a boy, though 20, to a man.  And not just from the sex.

We are having one of those conversations where it is easier to talk to stranger than a friend.  But it can’t last. 

Finally:  “I sure would like to suck that monster you’re stroking.”

My dick’s gone half soft with all the talk, but I stand up and let him get me hard again. The guy is good.  I like his variety of suction and tongue action.  I hold my cock and let Tex lick my balls.  He loves the scent of them and says so.  Soon it’s back to the cock. 

It’s all good, but not enough to make me shoot.  I finally sit back down.  The Chapstick comes out.

The door opens.  A regular walks in.  I have sucked this man any number of times—and he has done me.  Logically, he takes the offered mouth of the new guy in town.  Tex makes short work of him.  I am glad to see he swallows.  The regular leaves—having paid the admission for 5 minutes of sex.  Tex pulls out the Chapstick.

We chat more.  And the twink movie freezes up on the screen.  “I’ll take care of it,” says Tex and ambles out to the front desk to get them to change the film.  He’s gone for a bit.  Likely a piss with all the soda he’s been drinking.  The new movie starts, just as he comes back in.

“I asked her to put on something I picked out.”

It’s Filthy Fucking Orgy from SkynMen. 

And he’s right.  It’s hot as fuck.  He still doesn’t stroke—just sort of gropes himself.

The door opens.  A 30-ish otter.  Hair coming out of every opening on his white A-shirt. His shorts are already plumped.  He sits to the side and slightly in front of us.  The Otter kicks off his sandals.  And in moments a big, thick dick emerges from the shorts.  He must hate the feel of the zipper on the base of his shaft, for he quickly stands up and shorts drop to the floor around his ankles.  He kicks them into a pile on top of his sandals.  There is a white jock, framing a hairy, hard bubble butt.  He sits for a moment—and finally strips off the A-shirt.  He’s naked, hard, hung and hairy…and jerking hard to the hot movie. 

And to us.  He has looked back in our direction three times already.  He spreads his legs in the classic “I’m available to be sucked” move.  I look at Tex.  He indicates he can’t do the floor—I should go for it.  I stand up, my cock jutting straight out.  I kneel and look at the Otter.  He grins and spreads his legs wider.  I suck his thick dick—having to be really mindful of my teeth he is so thick.  He grunts out his satisfaction.  Tex has come over to stand behind the Otter’s chair, run his hands over the hairy chest and tweak his nipples.  I think I have an easy load.  Minutes from now, the way he’s pre-cumming.

I finally have to come up for air.  The Otter reaches down and hefts my cock.  “You need to fuck me with this.”

There is actually a beat of silence before I answer—did I hear him correctly? 

“Fuck yes.”

Instantly we move.  The Otter bends over the back of a chair.  I go to my knees to rim his hot ass.  The hair is sopping wet before I even begin drilling into his pucker.  His butt hole tells the tale…he is fucked quite often if I am any judge of gape.  His pucker now flowers open with my tongue eating him out.

Tex uses the seat next to us to lower himself to the floor.  He is not going to miss a chance to suck that beautiful dick.  He squirms around and begins to suck.  I take this as my cue to fuck, and stand up.

“You want this raw cock in you…?”  I let the sentence dangle, giving him the choice.

“Fuck, yes.  Breed me.”

My lubed dick begins the slide to home.  He is a clamper.  He squeezes down on me in a rapid, practiced way as I work my way in.  He groans as my hairy pubes meet his hairy hole.  I grind them together before I start the fuck.  In and out.  Making myself go slowly.

Tex suddenly squeals around the dick in his mouth.  I want to kill him if he’s gotten the Otter off before I can start—but no, it’s Tex that has shot giving head.  He squirms around and watches the fuck from below.   I am fucking full speed now.  Finally, Tex sits up, some ass jizz splattered on his happy face. 

“I’ll let you guys fuck in peace,” he says as he stuffs some paper towel into his undershorts. 

The door bangs—and I pick up the pace even more.

“You got a big load for me, Daddy?”

“Oh, yeah. A nice three day load.”

I fuck faster.  Harder.  My hips slap that hairy ass with a wet sound that turns both of us on.

“Give it to me.  Don’t make me beg…”

I slap his ass hard.  He shudders and suddenly I’m there.

“Here it comes, man…”

The Otter groans.  I groan and shoot round after round into his wet hole.

I hold in place for a long time.  He doesn’t move.  He doesn’t want to break the connection anymore than I do.

Finally, I pull out.  I go to my knees and clean up any cum that has escaped.  The Otter moans.  “So…hot…”

I stand.  He spins around and kisses me, hungering for the taste of his sloppy hole…

*

He asks for my phone number—and I have a text waiting for me when I get to the car…