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“...Remind me again how I managed to let you talk me into this?”
“You've been under way too much stress as of late. You know that isn't good for you physically or mentally. You're even having trouble coming up with new inventions for your group, are you not?”
“Well, yes, but--”
“But nothing. You're a valuable asset to the team; there's no doubt about that. But even you need a break from all the fighting and inventing every once in a while.”
“I wasn't expecting my idea of a vacation to be this... um...”
“...Listen to me, Rotor. You need to relax. You're acting like I was before I went to one of these for my first time. Actually, I think I was acting worse. I share your trepidation. What is it about this place that you're so nervous about?”
“I-- I think it's the fact that this place actually encourages-- erm-- well... most of them are nude.”
“That's a rather ironic statement, considering most Mobians don't really wear much clothing to begin with. Are you self-conscious about how you look?”
“A bit, yeah. I mean, look at me. How many Mobians would want to see a body like this? I mean, I may have been working out a bit as of late to try to get in better shape, but I still have a paunch. Nobody wants to see that, male or female.”
“...There aren't any females here. It's a male-only establishment.”
“Jag?”
“Oh, sorry, I was just thinking to myself. You have your half of the money?”
“Yeah, but I still say I don't think anyone would want to see me like this.”
“You won't know until we go in. Besides, both Synjo and I have been in one; we made sure this one was a relatively slow place so that you can relax.”
“All right, Jag... I just hope this doesn't backfire on us.”
“It won't. Trust me.”
* * * * * * *
Two weeks earlier...
JagKaiser (11:02:34 AM): Hey there, Rotor!
Rotomechanic (11:02:56 AM): Oh, hi Jag. What's up?
JagKaiser (11:04:02 AM): Nothing much. I was just wondering if maybe you and I could hang out sometime this weekend. I recently found a place where a frazzled walrus like yourself could relax and get his nerves calmed down.
Rotomechanic (11:04:42 AM): Where might that be?
JagKaiser (11:05:16 AM): It's about two hours away from Knothole City, in an out-of-the-way location. Have you ever been to a bath house before?
Rotomechanic (11:05:32 AM): What's a bath house?
JagKaiser (11:07:55 AM): It's a place where people go to relax and socialize with others. It's called a bath house because most of the facilities there are like what you would see in a spa, such as whirlpools or saunas. The main difference between a spa and a bath house, though, is that the dress code in the latter is a lot more lax in nature.
Rotomechanic (11:08:33 AM): ...You mean, as in... clothing optional?
JagKaiser (11:09:10 AM): You could say that. Most would prefer that you wear at least a towel around your waist, though.
Rotomechanic (11:10:14 AM): I don't know if I would be comfortable in a place like that. It sounds like a place where more fit folks would go; not a chubby guy like myself.
JagKaiser (11:12:48 AM): It doesn't really matter what you look like at these places. Synjo and I were recently at one, and there were all sorts of body types there. I'm not the most physically fit person myself, but that didn't matter to them.
JagKaiser (11:13:44 AM): Besides, I took a look at the pics you sent me of yourself. You don't look THAT chubby.
Rotomechanic (11:14:01 AM): *Blushes*
JagKaiser (11:14:51 AM): It looks like I made the walrus blush. What, you don't think that's the case?
Rotomechanic (11:16:32 AM): It's just that I rarely send pics of myself like that, because I'm so nervous about how they would see me if they did. Yet you somehow managed to convince me to do it for you, and you were surprisingly accepting of my looks.
JagKaiser (11:19:12 AM): That's because I'm one of those who thinks personality is more important than physical looks. To me, it doesn't matter if you look like some muscular beast that could smash bricks with their bare hands; if you don't have a likable personality, people will find out eventually, and when that happens, you're done.
JagKaiser (11:21:34 AM): That's what I like about you. You're kind, honest, laid back, and really fun to talk to. You don't try to force yourself onto others, yet if a friend is in trouble, you're one of the first to defend them.
Rotomechanic (11:22:46 AM): I just do what my family raised me to do, that's all. It's not really that special.
JagKaiser (11:26:39 AM): Are you kidding me? In this day and age, finding someone like that is exceptionally rare. Everyone seems to be out just for themselves, perfectly willing to abandon someone who considers them a friend just to save their own sorry hides. I don't see that with you; instead, I see someone who would rather sacrifice himself if it meant his friends could survive.
JagKaiser (11:27:31 AM): You're pretty much the unsung hero of the Knothole Freedom Fighters. Were it not for your inventions and technological know-how, I doubt you guys would have lasted as long as you have against Robotnik.
Rotomechanic (11:28:01 AM): You're making me blush even more now, Jag.
JagKaiser (11:29:34 AM): It's because I speak the truth. But even heroes need breaks; I've been noticing that you've been a bit agitated of late. What's going on?
Rotomechanic (11:34:22 AM): To be honest, not a whole lot, and that's what's making me so anxious. I haven't been getting as many jobs as I used to in the past, back in the early days of fighting Robotnik. It makes me feel like I'm being left out of the loop, and I've been trying to keep myself busy by tinkering around with various gadgets and trying to create new ones, but my mind is scattered in so many different directions that it's hard to think clearly.
JagKaiser (11:36:23 AM): Wow, Rotor. It sounds like you really do need a vacation, just to get away from all of that and clear your head. Why don't you and I get together this weekend, and we can go visit that bath house? It might be just what you need.
Rotomechanic (11:37:24 AM): I don't know. What if an emergency pops up?
JagKaiser (11:38:58 AM): If one does come up, I'm sure the other Freedom Fighters can handle it. There's nothing wrong with taking some time off for yourself, especially if it allows you to come back refreshed and ready to tackle new challenges.
Rotomechanic (11:46:18 AM): Sorry for the delayed response, but I was giving it some thought. I don't want to risk not being there for the Freedom Fighters in case they need me, but...
JagKaiser (11:46:44 AM): But what?
Rotomechanic (11:48:32 AM): But if I try to help them out in the state of mind I'm currently in, I fear that I might wind up being a detriment to the team, and it would cause me to be alienated even more than I already feel like I am.
Rotomechanic (11:49:17 AM): Maybe I should take you up on that offer.
JagKaiser (11:50:01 AM): You'll consider it?
Rotomechanic (11:52:12 AM): Yeah, but can we wait a couple of weeks before we go? I know it's a bit of a stretch, but I'd like to try and make myself a bit more presentable.
JagKaiser (11:54:35 AM): ...All right. I don't know if it would be wise to wait that long, but if that's what you want, I won't argue.
Rotomechanic (11:55:59 AM): Thanks, Jag. I'll see you then.
JagKaiser (11:56:44 AM): See you then, Rotor.
* * * * * * *
“Welcome to the Sunset Valley Bath and Guest House, gentlemen. My name is Samuel; how can I be of service to you?” a middle-aged black bear questioned with a warm smile as we entered the facility.
“Hi, I'd like to purchase two day passes with locker rentals. How much will that run?”
“The day passes are seven Mobiums each, while the lockers are twelve. So that will be thirty-eight Mobiums total.”
I took Rotor's half of the money and handed it to the bear. He handed us a pair of towels as well as the keys to our lockers, along with a small slip of paper, explaining what they were for. “If you could sign in your names on the first line here, it'll let people know what to call you.”
“Um... do we have to use our real names?” Rotor queried.
“Not at all. Most of our patrons don't use them. It helps with the anonymity factor,” Samuel responded. “If you have a name you would rather use, just sign it on the line there.”
I used the first part of my screen name, while Rotor just put in his first initial. After Samuel looked at the slips, he nodded and motioned for a fit, lithe-looking timber wolf to come to the desk. “This is Lucas. He'll show you around the place. I hope you have fun and enjoy yourselves.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “I just hope Rotor loosens up so he has fun.”
Lucas took us down a flight of stairs, to a dimly-lit series of rooms. A few Mobians could be seen in the low light, all of whom had towels wrapped around their waists. Upon reaching the bottom step, the wolf turned toward his right, starting to walk backward so he could see us. “Over in this direction is our spa area. We have a shower just inside the doorway here; it's required that anyone who's going to use the whirlpool or saunas first take a quick rinse, so that the body is clean and doesn't contaminate the water. We also have a restroom so you can use the facilities should the need arise. There's mouthwash by the sink so that you don't have to worry about your breath.”
We continued down the hall, Lucas continuing his explanation of the spa area as we passed the whirlpool. “There's a button up there,” he started, pointing to a doorbell-like buzzer about four feet above the water line, “that can be heard from the office. All you have to do is press it once, and we'll activate the bubbles, which will last around ten minutes.” He then smirked at us. “Don't press it multiple times, or we'll cut off your fingers and feed them to the fish,” he chuckled.
I saw Rotor's face at that; his eyes were scrunched and his face was twisted and contorted in an odd shape, and I could tell he was very uncomfortable with that statement. “Relax, R. He's joking.”
“That's right, R. We wouldn't really do that. I just say that so that people won't spam ringing that buzzer. There's almost always someone at the desk so that the bubbles are turned on promptly. If you don't get them within five minutes, just ring it again, once and only once.”
Rotor, still a bit concerned, simply nodded. I could tell he was a bit relieved at hearing that, but he still looked stressed out.
We continued our way through the spa area, Lucas still walking backwards. “Over to your left is the steam room, sometimes called a wet sauna. This switch, right on the outside of the door, will control how long the steam lasts; maximum time is 15 minutes. It takes a few minutes for the steam to form, but once it does, visibility can drop quickly. Be careful if you decide to lay down on the upper level. To the right is our dry sauna. There's a timer outside of this door as well, with the same maximum time limit. We prefer that patrons don't spend more than that in either sauna at a time.”
“Um... Jag?”
“What is it, R?”
“What's the point of a sauna, anyway? Forgive me for asking, but I don't really see any benefits,” Rotor explained.
“Actually, there's a lot of benefits to it when used in moderation. It can help clear toxins from the body, reduce chronic pain more effectively, decrease the amount of time that a person has a cold, and even reduce stress levels in the body, just to name a few.”
“Your friend seems knowledgeable about some of the medical benefits. I'm impressed. Most people just come here to relax, not knowing what a sauna can really do for them. It's also a great way to improve performance, and even enhance the body's anti-oxidant capabilities. I myself spend at least a total of 30 minutes in the wet sauna, split into two fifteen-minute sessions, over a period of four hours, three times a week.”
“That's interesting. I may have to look into finding a way to build one when I get home, if they can do so much.”
I couldn't help but smile at that for the briefest of moments before Lucas started motioning us back toward the central area, then started going toward the left side. “We have two theaters here, one of which has a fireplace for those cold winter nights or rainy days. Each one has on-demand viewing, so you can make a request on what you want to see, and we can show it, if we have it.”
As we passed the second theater, which had the fireplace, Rotor looked into the room, and I saw his eyes go wide and a slight gasp escape him. “You okay, R? You look like you've seen a ghost.”
“No... no, I'm all right. I'm just impressed at how intricate the décor of this place is in this particular area,” Rotor responded.
“Well, thank you, R,” Lucas proclaimed. “I'll make sure Samuel hears about it. For now, let me direct you to this small set of stairs to my right. If you take these upstairs, you'll be taken to an outdoor atrium, which will in turn lead to our private patio. Clothing is completely optional there, as the fence is high enough that it provides excellent privacy. It's my favorite place to hang out.”
We nodded as Lucas continued his tour, turning a corner to where the lockers were. As we entered, we were encountered by the sight of an athletic cougar in the final stages of stripping off his clothes. My tail started swishing involuntarily as I took him in, my eyes drinking his body all the way down to his groin. What I saw almost made me gasp, as I noticed a sizable sheath with a set of low-hanging balls dangling beneath it. I only looked for a single second before turning toward Rotor, who had pretty much stopped dead in his tracks. I could tell that a furious blush was crossing his face, and he was looking down at the ground.
But the cougar noticed us and simply smiled. “I see we have some new faces in the club, and it looks like one of them is a bit on the shy side.” He then walked up to us and extended his paw out. “I'm called Drake, and you are...?”
“I'm Jag,” I stated, shaking the cougar's paw. “This is my friend, R. It's his first time in a place like this, so he's a bit nervous.”
“Don't worry about it, R. You'll be fine. Most of the guys here are quite friendly. If there's someone here that makes you uncomfortable or tries to push you around in any way, don't hesitate to come to me. I'm... the unofficial bouncer, you could say.”
“Thanks, Drake. We'll remember that,” I replied.
Drake nodded and proceeded to wrap a towel around his waist, and it took everything in my power to keep from giving out a wolf whistle at the sight as he walked toward the spa area, as I didn't want to embarrass Rotor any further than he already was.
“He's a regular here, and he's one of those who likes to help others if they're in trouble. I wonder if he's a Freedom Fighter,” Lucas stated.
It was here that Rotor almost went into a coughing fit, which he somehow managed to pass off as getting something stuck in his throat. Apparently, Lucas didn't catch the real reason, since he simply nodded. “Well, these are the lockers, and it's here that you guys can change out of your clothes. We'd like for you to wear at least a towel or a single piece of underwear so that those who are more self-conscious won't feel out of place. Just at the other end are a pair of cots that you can use to rest, but then again, the whole point of this place is just to relax and have fun.”
He turned toward us at this point, nodding. “Well, that's the end of the tour; relax and enjoy your stay. It's pretty slow right now, but that's never a bad thing. Don't be afraid to let yourselves go, and be sure to inform us if you have any trouble with someone. We take harassment very seriously here, and won't tolerate it. I'll see you guys later.”
As Lucas walked out, leaving the two of us alone for the time being, I started taking off my clothes, opening the locker I was assigned and putting them inside. I then turned toward Rotor, noticing that he hadn't moved all that much since he saw Drake. “Are you okay, man? You look like you've completely frozen in place,” I stated, closing and securing the locker in the process.
“I'm sorry, Jag. I just wasn't expecting to go into a place like this and running into a nude male that seemed so unashamed about his body. It makes me wonder if I can really fit in here.”
I nodded, wrapping a towel around my waist, sighing a little inside. “I felt the same way when I first went to a bath house, but after being in it for only about 15 minutes, I actually relaxed so much that it was me comforting Synjo.”
“Really?”
“Yup. It was a complete and total 180 of our initial fears. He was like you are now, rather shy about showing his body off. He thinks I may be a closet exhibitionist. But I digress. Are you going to remove what little you have and join me?”
“Can I ask you another question, first?”
“Sure thing; what is it?”
“I've noticed that all the Mobians here are male. Why is that?”
I placed a paw on my forehead at this point, sighing audibly this time. “I really didn't want to tell you this, R, but I suppose there's no avoiding it now.” I closed my eyes and shook my head. “I'm sorry for tricking you, but the truth is... the reason there are only males here is because... the Sunset Valley Bath and Guest House... is a cruising spot for gay males.”
I turned toward Rotor, not being able to look into his eyes for several moments before I finally worked up the courage to do so. He was clearly shocked, his jaw dropped and his eyes wide. He had dropped his towel to the ground, and I could swear that his breathing had literally stopped. “R, I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I was just afraid that if you found out what the place really was, you either wouldn't agree to join me, or else you'd be so repulsed by it that you wouldn't speak to me again.”
Rotor was stammering, trying to find words at this point. I couldn't believe what I was seeing: Rotor Walrus, at a loss for words. “I can understand if you're mad at me, and I can't blame you; I just didn't want you to be unnerved. If it makes you feel any better, I almost backed out of my first time in a place like this. If you want to leave, just let me know, and we'll go.”
Rotor didn't respond for a few more moments, then finally managed to gather his thoughts enough to speak. “Jag... I know you told me you were homosexual, but I had no idea that you were a cruiser.”
“I'm not, normally. In fact, this only makes my second time even having the gumption to go into these kind of places. I just don't like going to them alone; it makes me feel more comfortable if I go with someone else.”
“I see. Well, while I don't like the fact that you tricked me, if it makes you more relaxed, I'll stay here with you until we go.”
“Thanks, R. I appreciate it.”
Rotor picked up his towel, undoing the lock to his locker and removing what few clothes he had... that is, if one can count just a pair of green overalls and a hat as a few pieces of clothing. I couldn't help but stare at him, his back turned to me. “My gods, he doesn't think he's all that attractive? If only he knew what I thought. I wonder what he's packing in front....”
Sadly, I wasn't able to get the chance to see it, as the walrus had wrapped his towel around him almost as soon as his hat was in the locker. I won't deny that I was disappointed, but I decided to mask it, and just in time, as he shut the locker, securing it and placing the key around his wrist. “So, R... where do you want to go first?”
“Well, you've got the experience with this place, so why don't you decide?”
I thought to myself for a few moments, trying to decide which place would make Rotor the most at ease with the place. “How about we head for that theater with the fireplace? I noticed that there was a fire going in it, so we could relax there.”
“That sounds fair enough. Though I would assume that the theater shows... um... I assume it shows males having... fun with each other?”
“You mean males having gay sex? Yeah, it does. Most of it is really cheesy though, and some Synjo and I watched seemed to have some unfortunate implications to it.”
“What do you mean?”
“There was this one we watched in which they apparently had this special 'potion' that could turn you from a nerd into a stud and guarantee you getting laid. In my opinion, that's absurd. Sex shouldn't be based on looks alone.”
“...I actually have to agree with you there. I may not have any experience in that department, but even I have to say relying on an elixir to have sex carries a bad message.”
Not another word was said as we made our way to the theater. As we entered the dimly-lit room, we saw that no one else was in there, and at the moment, there wasn't a movie playing. Settling down, I was rather surprised to see that Rotor sat somewhat close to me, as if he was relying on me to put him at ease. “Relax, big guy. No one's going to harm you. Like Drake and Lucas said, harassment isn't tolerated here, so don't be afraid to chill out.”
“I know, but I don't want to risk it, anyway.”
I simply nodded as a movie started up at that moment. I could tell immediately that it would be one of the more cheesy porn films, based solely on the music playing in the background. It also looked like the film was made at least 30 years ago, as the quality of the video itself didn't look all that great. What I did see was that there was what seemed to be a red fox cruising around near a street corner, the lamp from above making his leather jacket shine. It was no more than a minute before a much larger Mobian, obviously lupine in nature, came up and started propositioning him.
I shook my head at that, and it did not go unnoticed by Rotor. “What's wrong, Jag?” he asked.
“Well,” I started in a low enough voice so no one would hear, “this movie hasn't even gone on for 10 minutes, and I already see so many clichés that it isn't funny.”
“What do you mean?”
“First off is the pairing. I don't know how many fox and wolf pairings I've seen over the years, but there have been a lot. Second is the propositioning. It's clearly one of those predator and prey situations, with the big bad wolf deciding he's going to have some fun with this fox. Then it's the fact that the fox is so willing to submit; that's a stereotype if I've ever seen one. I've seen porn where the roles are reversed.”
“Wait a second... so you've seen wolves submitting to foxes?”
“Yep. It's rare, but it does exist.”
“I... I see.”
I could easily tell he was nervous. I didn't know why, though. “Hey, why don't we go into the other theater? Maybe they'll have something in there that isn't so cliché.”
“All right.”
We started to get up, and we had just walked out of the room to head into the next one when we saw Lucas, who grinned from ear to ear when our eyes met. “Having fun, you guys?”
“R here is still nervous, but I think he's opening up a bit,” I responded.
“That's good. I'm surprised neither of you have been approached yet; you both look very handsome.”
Rotor blushed hard at this, while I just had a slight shade of red. “Thanks, Lucas. We appreciate the compliment.”
“Not at all; I was happy to give it to you. I'm just about ready to head for my first sauna session. Would you like to join me?”
“Sorry, Lucas, but I'd rather stay with R here. He's been frazzled as of late, and I don't want to make him feel alienated. Maybe some other time.”
“Fair enough. I'll see you later,” Lucas stated as he headed toward the sauna.
I looked at Rotor at this point, smirking as I saw him. “What have we here? You've got a bit of a smile on your face.”
“It's one of those nervous smiles. I wasn't expecting to be complimented like that. Do I really look that attractive?”
“I think it's the fact that you're kind of shy. Most guys find that cute, so don't be surprised if you wind up getting more admiration from patrons.”
Rotor nodded, and we went into the other theater afterward. Unlike the one we were just in, this one had one other Mobian in it; it seemed to be a panda, and it was clear that he was fondling himself a bit under the towel. One look at the screen told the entire picture. There was a massive orgy of at least seven Mobians engaged in various gay sex acts. The bear was so involved in watching that he didn't even notice us come in and sit down. I then took a look at Rotor, who was clearly mesmerized by the sight. “Yes, guys do all that,” I whispered to him.
“What?”
“They perform sex acts on each other too, and yes, one guy is sticking his phallus inside another one's tail hole.”
I could swear I saw Rotor flinch a bit at that. “That looks really painful,” he spoke in a soft manner.
“It is. I've tried... let's just say I'm a bit too tight, even with a lot of preparation.”
At this moment, we heard a heavy sigh coming from the panda. He had leaned back and slowly separated his towel, and we both saw a heavy set of balls accompanied by a rapidly-lengthening cock as it emerged from its sheath. I looked for a few moments before going back to the porn, though my own shaft had caused a slight tent from looking at the bear. Rotor, on the other hand, looked a bit too long, and the panda caught sight of him. “You like what you see, little walrus?”
Part of me wanted to smack the bear for calling Rotor a 'little walrus.' Granted, he was smaller than the panda, but only just. “He's with me,” I stated protectively.
“Oh really now? Are you two boyfriends or something?”
“No,” I said. “Though I wish I was.”
“Well then, why don't you let the walrus decide what he wants to do? I saw him looking at me. If he wants to come over, let him.”
Rotor was clearly scared at this point, and it took everything in my power not to lash out at the panda. He had clearly crossed a line, and I took that as a sign. “It's clear he doesn't want to, since the look on his face tells all. Besides, we came here to relax. Isn't that right, R?”
“Y... yeah, that's r... rig... right.”
“Whoa, easy there, fellows. You just had to tell me and I would've stopped right there. If you don't want to come over here, that's fine. You're more than welcome to watch, though,” the panda proclaimed with a grin. “This orgy video got me so horny that I need to get off somehow.”
It was at this point that Rotor whispered into my ear. “Jag... could... could we go someplace else, please? This guy is making me very uncomfortable. I don't think I want to stay in this room any longer.”
“All right. Where do you want to go?”
“Could we go to that whirlpool area?”
I simply nodded, apologizing to the panda, who seemed to take it rather well after I explained how it was R's first time in a bath house, and he was really nervous. He bid us farewell as we walked toward the spa. “Don't forget, we have to get a quick shower, first.”
“I know. Do you want to go first or should I?”
“You can go ahead. Make it quick, though.”
I waited for five minutes, looking at the towel that Rotor had placed on the rack. As always, his back was to me, preventing me from seeing anything. After he got out, still facing away, he wrapped the towel around himself and let me in. As I was rinsing off, I noticed that I actually had a bit of an erection. “Yeah, I realize it... Rotor is very handsome. He shouldn't be so ashamed of himself. But unless he relaxes, he'll never be able to enjoy his stay here,” I thought to myself.
After making sure I was clean, I left the shower, my towel wrapped around my waist again, but with a visible tent in the front of it. Thankfully, Rotor didn't notice it. I fear to think what would've happened if he had.
When we got to the whirlpool, we were stunned to find out that not only was it active, but that Drake was relaxing in it. The cougar's eyes were closed, and he was letting out a deep, contented purr as the water washed over him. Rotor was the first one to notice that there was a towel hanging off the edge, and he looked at me, rather worried.
“Relax, R,” I began. “This is pretty much one of those places where it's required to have your towel off... that is, unless you're willing to walk around with a drenched piece of fabric.”
“I-- I don't know if this was such a good idea.”
“If it'll make you feel better, I'll go in first.”
No sooner had I said that than I removed my own towel, placing it over the edge and slowly sliding into the whirlpool. The bubbles being created from the jets instantly assaulted me, and I too started purring, like any cat would. I settled down in a corner, looking at Drake for a few moments before turning my attention back to Rotor. “You see? There's nothing wrong with this. If you want, I'll close my eyes until you tell me to open them.”
“All... all right, Jag....”
I shut my eyes, letting the water rush across my body. I could feel a bit of air brushing my face as I felt Rotor's towel fall next to mine. After several long minutes, he finally allowed me to open my eyes. I had to fight the urge to look at him, but failed as I just had to catch the slightest of glimpses... and sigh inwardly again as I saw he took a position that made it impossible to see what he had. “Doggone it, Rotor... I realize that you're a bit self-conscious, but I swear that right now, you're worse than Synjo was. What are you so ashamed of? What are you hiding?”
“Hey there, you two! I see you decided to enjoy the whirlpool. How does it feel?”
I nearly jumped out of my fur when Drake spoke, a bit embarrassed afterward. “It feels really good. I love the sensation of the water bubbling around me in thick jets.”
“That's good to hear. What about you, R?”
“It... it feels nice. I've... I've never experienced anything like this. It's like I'm being massaged by the water.”
“I know what you mean. This is my favorite place in here; I can really relax and let the water just wash my troubles away,” Drake explained.
“Shows what people who think cats hate water know, right?” I spoke with a grin.
“You got it, Jag!”
Drake put his legs up a bit, on a foot rest that came halfway up through the water. It was here that I got another good look at his body, and I let out a deep, rugged purr of arousal. I had to admit that the cougar was hot; were I alone, I wouldn't have minded having some fun with him if he offered it.
Apparently, he was reading my mind, as he winked at me, bringing a paw down and slowly starting to fondle with his large balls. “Of course, you also know what they say about how felines are some of the horniest Mobians on the planet, right?” he questioned with a purr that almost made me melt.
“Yeah, I know. But if you're making an offer, I have to decline, Drake. I don't want to make R here feel left out or abandon him, not when he's as nervous as he is.”
“I have no problem with that. I used to be that way myself, but now I'm very at ease around here.”
I looked at Rotor at this point. “See? He was in your shoes once. If he can overcome his trepidation, then you can, too.”
“Okay... Jag... I'll try,” the walrus responded as he sunk a bit lower into the tub.
It was at this point that I finally saw Rotor relax, as he began to uncross one of his legs, letting it rest on the bottom of the whirlpool. I took a quick glance at him, my eyes looking into his as I smiled. “That's it, big guy. Just let yourself go. Let that water flow all around your body. It's a sensation you can't get any other way.”
“You just needed to be in your element, R,” Drake added with a smirk.
“I guess you're right, Drake,” Rotor replied with a chuckle as he raised his arms over and behind his head, laying back against the edge of the tub. He then looked at me, a slight smile crossing his face; this one wasn't of nervousness, but it was still a bit on the shy side. “Thanks, Jag. I'm starting to become a bit calmer, because of you.”
“That's good to know, man,” I stated. “Because while you're relaxing, I'm getting agitated because of that smile of yours. God, do you have any clue how CUTE you're looking with that?!” I thought to myself afterward.
“So guys, how are you enjoying the place?” Drake queried, breaking me out of my trance.
“It's a nice bath house. It's definitely warm and inviting, two things I absolutely love about traveling,” I replied. “What about you, R?”
“I think, now that I'm in the water, I'm enjoying this place very much. I feel most at home in the water, which I know sounds a bit stereotypical, considering my species,” the walrus replied.
Drake couldn't help but laugh at Rotor's answer. “I know. But who cares about stereotypes? You should be able to enjoy your life the way you please, despite what your species is.”
“That's good to hear. My life has certainly been different than most, that's for sure.”
I glanced at Rotor, worried that he might have given himself away with that statement. But Drake said something I wasn't expecting. “Well, it's not my nature to pry, so unless you want to tell me, I won't ask. Who said cats were always curious, eh?”
Now it was my turn to laugh, slapping a paw into the water and causing a bit of a splash, which Rotor almost shielded himself against, but decided at the last minute not to, causing his face to get wet. To my astonishment, he actually splashed some back at me, and I snickered. “Well, it certainly seems that the walrus is now making himself at home.”
“Like Drake said, I just needed to be in my element.”
“That's good, R. I'm glad you guys are having fun.”
“Believe me, I'd love to have a completely different kind of fun with this big walrus,” I contemplated to myself.
Just then, the jets died down, and Drake frowned a bit. “I do wish they could leave these things running for more than ten minutes. I'm always on the verge of complete relaxation before they deactivate,” he explained as he got up and pressed the button again. Within seconds, the jets started back up again, enveloping all three of us in the massaging sensations of the bubbling water. “Ah, that's much better,” he added upon sitting back down.
The three of us sat in the pool for ten more minutes, just chatting like we were old friends now. I was impressed with the change Rotor had gone in such a short time; it reminded me of myself when I went to a bath house with Synjo. Once the jets went off again, Drake raised out of the water, his body shimmering with the clear liquid that was dripping off of him. This time, I let out a wolf whistle in his direction, and he chuckled and winked at me before bidding us farewell and heading for one of the theater rooms.
Rotor and I sat there for a few minutes longer, before I decided to go and press the button for one last water massage session. If that was what it took to get the walrus completely relaxed, then I was going to do it. As I sat back down, the jets rushed across my body, and I purred deep.
That was when Rotor surprised me as he ducked down under the water, immersing his entire body and letting the bubbles force their way across his body. I couldn't help but chuckle to myself as he kept this up for a solid minute before he resurfaced, taking in a deep breath of air in the process. “I would have stayed under longer, but the bubbles kept tickling my nose,” he stated.
I let out a giggle at that, looking into his eyes, which clearly showed his new-found warmth toward the place. I was glad that I had been able to make him forget his troubles, and that's when I decided that it was truly worth all the trouble I went through trying to get him to that state.
That was short-lived, however, when I finally realized he was facing me, standing, and utterly exposed. What I saw made me gasp loudly. Rotor was MASSIVE; each one of his testicles was the size of a baseball! His manhood... I don't know how big it was, as it was still hidden in what was no doubt an enormously heavy-looking sheath, but if it was anywhere near as big as his balls were, then it left me wondering why he was so shy about it!
Rotor realized that I was staring at his groin at this point, and quickly moved to cover himself, his face bright red and clearly showing signs of shame. “I'm sorry, Jag. I didn't mean to cause you--”
“R... calm down. You're a male, just like me. It's nothing I haven't seen before. I just haven't seen anyone with a set of goods as large as yours are. Though I'm curious as to why you're so ashamed of that. I know some guys who would kill to have balls like that.”
“...It makes me look like a freak, compared to most other Mobians. I don't want anyone to be intimidated by it, so I try to always keep people from seeing it. I guess I wound up failing today.”
I got up and walked up to the walrus, pressing my forehead against his and whispering to him. “R... I could care less how big you are. You should never feel ashamed of your body. Anyone who thinks you're a freak because of how much you're packing is just jealous because they don't have what you've been blessed with. Like I said when we were talking about coming to this place, I prefer personality over looks. You're one of the lucky ones; you've been gifted with both. Despite what many people would make you think, I find you incredibly handsome both inside and out. That's a rare combination that can't be found in just anyone, and it's those kind of people I find myself the most attracted to.”
“J... Jag... what are you saying?”
“What I'm saying... is that I've taken a shine to you, and I wouldn't mind being able to have some more... intimate fun with you, provided you're willing.”
“...You planned this entire trip just to tell me that, didn't you?” Rotor questioned, his eyes trembling slightly in betrayal.
I had to nod at this point. “Yes, I did. I can see in your eyes that you're hurt that I went to all this trouble to bring you to a gay bath house, only to tell you this. I can understand if you want to leave now and never speak to me again, and I won't stop you if you do. I just had to tell you, because it was driving me crazy about trying to tell you in a place that was neutral to the both of us.”
“...How long have you felt like this toward me, Jag?” Rotor asked, his voice quivering.
“I've been like this for the last nine months, give or take a few days. I just couldn't find the right way to say it, or a place where such a confession would remain within where it was told. I know you're very shy, so I did everything in my power to get you to relax around me so that, when I finally did tell you, you wouldn't freak out any more than you already were in these past couple of months.”
After several long moments, during which I could swear I heard the gears in his head turning, Rotor finally spoke to me, his voice still shaky. “So... are you trying to tell me... that you did all this... because you're in love with me?”
“I have, indeed.”
“But what about Synjo? Isn't he your boyfriend? What would he think if he found out about this?”
“He already does know. In fact, he's taken as much of a shine to you as I have. We both think you're handsome, and the two of us have been talking about it. If you're willing...”
“...If I'm willing, what?”
“If you're willing... we would be honored if you would become our mutual lover.”
Rotor pulled away slightly at that, blinking a few times as he just stared at me. “This... this is all so sudden, Jag. I don't know if... if I could handle all of this so fast. If, for some reason, I accepted this offer, just what would my role be?”
“You wouldn't have a role. You'd be treated as an equal, and we would always make sure of that. If at any time you felt like you weren't being given that equality, we would do everything in our power to fix the problem. We would never force ourselves onto you, and you would be free to live your life as you always have been.”
“Jag... I... I'm not sure.... I mean... this is so much to take in... and I've never... I've never even had sex with a woman before. I'm so shy around them... I just can't work up the courage....”
“You mean to tell me you're a virgin?”
Rotor nodded, almost shamefully. “Yes... I am.”
I placed my paws on the walrus's shoulders, still looking at him in the eyes. “There's nothing wrong with that, either. If anything, it shows that you're willing to wait for the right person to come along into your life. As to who it winds up being, that decision is yours and yours alone.”
By this time, the jets had turned off once more, and the silence was unnerving. I continued to look at Rotor, not saying anything else as I kept my paws on his shoulders. Imagine my surprise when he suddenly lunged forward and hugged me. My eyes went wide at this move, but then I heard slight choking sounds coming from him, like the kind that are made when... “Are you crying?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because... because this is the first time that anyone, besides my family, has made me feel this loved before. You went to all this trouble just to tell me, putting me on the verge of feeling like I was being betrayed. Your words seem to resonate with the same compassion as my mother, and it makes me feel like I'm home again. It's as if... it's as if you knew how to get through my barrier of shyness all this time, just like her. You've proven yourself to be a real friend, one I can treasure... one I want to treasure.”
Those words caused me to break down, my eyes welling up with tears and slowly dripping down my face. “R...” I began in a low voice so no one else would hear, “I had no idea of this. I didn't do anything different with you than I do with all of my friends. It's how I was raised.”
“You were raised with kindness and love, Jag, and it shows in how you're treating me.”
At this point, Rotor looked into my eyes, a deep, laid-back warmth shining from them. “I've made my decision, Jag,” he stated.
“...You have? What have you decided?”
“You've made me curious. I... want to experience... what it's like to-- to be with another male. I'm really scared... about this... but I'm... I'm willing to take.... take a chance.”
“Are you certain, R? You don't sound all that confident about this. Don't say you're willing to do this if you really aren't. Like I said, I won't force myself onto you, but I want you to make sure you want this.”
“Jag, if... if I don't go through with this... I'll always be wondering what it could have been like. It'll be a mystery to me... and I don't want... I don't want to be curious because I backed out. I-- I'm sure of this... All I ask... is that you go slow with me.”
“You didn't even have to ask for that. I'll be extra-gentle with you, my dear walrus. Now I ask of you... where do you want to go?”
Rotor thought about this for a few minutes before he blushed slightly. “Well... we... we've been to a lot of places in here... but if this place is also a guest house... do you suppose we could rent a room, as well?”
“If that's what you want, then that's what we'll do,” I replied.
I took a hold of Rotor's hand, smiling as the two of us grabbed our towels and left the whirlpool, heading for the lockers. As we passed the two theater rooms, I caught Drake out of the corner of my eye, and I smirked as I saw that he was getting sucked off by the panda. I just waved, and he winked at me; he knew what was about to transpire between me and the walrus.
I opened my locker, taking out my wallet and putting on a few of my clothes while Rotor put his overalls and hat back on. We walked upstairs and, upon asking Samuel which rooms were available, paid an extra 32 Mobiums for a deluxe room. After being given the key, we walked toward the room we were assigned to, and I unlocked the door and proceeded to open it.
What the two of us saw astounded us. The room was bathed in dim, sensual lighting, akin to flames flickering, orange and yellow dancing along the walls. Along one wall was a queen-sized, four-poster bed, decorated in royal purple, silk sheets, with matching pillows resting on the headboard. Each side was flanked with a small stand, upon which one could put their personal belongings into the drawers underneath. On the wall opposite of it was a dresser, upon which rested a large television, with a guide that included a small sample of some of the adult films that were on-demand for viewing next to it. A door on another wall led to a private shower stall, which made my tail sway about. There were no windows in this particular room, which suited me just fine.
I watched Rotor as, almost as if he was in a trance, he found himself heading for the bed. As he sat down on top of it, he let out a bit of a surprised moan. “This bed... it doesn't look it, but it's actually... pretty soft. I like it.”
I locked the door behind me, deciding that since we were now in privacy, it would be all right to use Rotor's given name without fear of him being recognized. “I'm glad, Rotor. I hope that won't be the only thing that feels enjoyable,” I stated. “But I'm going to tell you this right now: if at ANY time you feel uncomfortable with what you're about to experience, tell me to stop, and I'll do so immediately.”
“Okay, Jag. So... what do you want me to do?”
“Just lay down on your back and relax,” I replied.
Rotor hesitated for a moment before slowly nodding his head. As he laid back, his head resting on the pillows, it took everything in my power to keep from just pouncing and having my way with the handsome walrus. Instead, I waited a few moments before slinking to the other side, my tail swaying back and forth ever so slowly, before I sat down on the bed next to him. I can't deny that I was nervous about how he would react as I brought one of my paws up and began to rub it against his muzzle.
As I thought, Rotor initially pulled away from my gesture, whimpering a little bit in fear at the prospect of being touched in that manner. “It's okay, Rotor. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to honor your wish of going slow with you,” I calmly told him.
“I know, but... it feels so strange.”
“Do you want me to stop? You know I will if you just ask.”
The walrus looked at me as he thought about it. After a few moments, he shook his head. “No, Jag... don't stop. I... I want to go through with this.”
I nodded, bringing my paw back to his face, letting my thumb rub against his cheek, feeling his skin glide along it. This time, he didn't pull away, but closed his eyes let out a gentle sigh. I smiled when I heard that, leaning in to whisper to him. “Do you like that?”
“It feels... nice, Jag. Your paw is soft and gentle... I've never felt anything like it before.”
Smiling to myself, I continued to rub at his muzzle, my palm caressing his cheek slowly and tenderly, if nothing more than to get him used to my touch. It took around five minutes before Rotor placed his own hands across his belly, letting out a deep breath and relaxing further onto the bed. He then turned to look at me, his eyes half-closed, seeming to be a lot more like his laid-back self. “Should I... do anything, Jag?” he queried.
I shook my head in response. “You don't need to do anything right now except to relax and let me take care of you.”
“All right.”
I kept caressing Rotor's muzzle, growing a bit bolder now that he was showing signs of enjoying my touch, bringing it down lower and beginning to rub at his neck. When I did this, the walrus squirmed slightly, letting out a slight giggle. “Oh my... are you ticklish there, Rotor?”
“A... a bit, yes.”
Chuckling to myself, I let my paw linger there for just a few moments before placing it on his shoulder, bringing my free one up to the other and proceeding to give him a shoulder massage. I pressed my fingers into his skin, working them in small, circular motions, doing my best to further relax him to prepare Rotor for what I had planned next. When I heard him let out a deep, content sigh, I smiled; he was letting me have total control, but despite this, I knew it would still be touch and go as to how far he would be willing to go in this endeavor. I wasn't going to let that trust be destroyed because I was impatient.
“...Jag?”
I broke out of my reverie at that moment, looking into Rotor's eyes once more. “Yes?”
“Have you done this before?”
“A few times, yes. I sometimes do this for Synjo when he gets stressed out. I noticed that he likes it when I do.”
“I can see why. You're pretty good at this.”
I beamed at his statement, my tail swaying to and fro. One could easily tell I was proud to know that, and I leaned down to bump my nose against his. “Thank you. Do you believe you're ready for the next step, handsome?”
“That depends. Do I get to take it by myself? I have something in mind.”
“As long as you're comfortable with it, go right ahead.”
No sooner had I said that than Rotor began to bring one of his hands up, hesitating for a few moments before placing it against my own face, rubbing it along my cheek. I closed my eyes at the touch, nuzzling into it, purring deep at the feeling. “That feels so nice, Rotor,” I said.
Since my eyes were closed, I wasn't able to see what happened next, but I certainly felt it. Rotor wrapped his hand behind my neck, then gently pulled me closer so that his lips met my own. Part of me wanted to open my eyes in shock; the other part wanted me to keep them shut; I only opened them halfway, surprised to see that his were the ones that were now closed. Seeing that caused me to let out a deep purr, my body becoming warmer just from the sensation of the moment.
Of course, that also meant that I was reacting to this down below as well, my sheath starting to swell a bit, causing a slight tent in my pants. I willed myself to keep control of my actions, refusing to give in to my more primal instincts. My efforts were rewarded when I felt Rotor's free arm wrap around my waist, holding me close to him. I could swear I was about to melt from that single act. I had always been a romantic.
After a few minutes, we broke the kiss, both of us looking into the others' eyes. I knew my body was reacting to what had just happened, but didn't know if the walrus was experiencing the same thing. “Wow, Rotor... I wasn't expecting that. I must say that I am very pleasantly surprised.”
“I have to admit, I didn't expect to do that myself,” Rotor replied, blushing furiously.
“How did it feel to you?”
“I... it was strange at first, but after a while, it felt... well... not as strange.”
I chuckled inwardly at that. “It's always like that the first time. I remember when I kissed Synjo; it felt really awkward. But when you get used to it, it feels just as natural as anything else.”
“I can imagine... so what now?”
I answered that question with actions rather than words as I closed my eyes and kissed Rotor again. He responded a bit more confidently this time, pulling me even closer than we just were, his hands rubbing at my back. I tilted my head to allow myself better access, drawing my tongue out and gently licking at his lips, to which he responded with a soft sigh. Imagine my shock when he brought his own tongue out and started to return the favor; I was at the point of losing control right then and there. My breathing became much faster, and my arousal was clearly rising.
Before I let things get too out of hand, I broke the kiss, looking at Rotor with a gleam in my eyes. “Wow... that's another surprise from you I wasn't predicting. You... you weren't kidding when you said you wanted to go through with this, were you?”
“Don't get me wrong, Jag... I'm still really nervous. But if I don't go through with this, I feel like I'll be stuck in a mystery that I'll never be able to solve. You know me well enough that I hate feeling like that... so please... don't allow me to be left in the dark. Let me feel what it's like to be with someone... someone who cares... someone who loves... someone... like you.”
I felt a single tear stream down my face at this point, matting a small strip of my fur. Wrapping my paw around Rotor's neck, I pressed my nose to his, purring deep. “My dear walrus... you will not regret speaking those words; I will give you such passion that can only be experienced by a lover.”
Rotor nodded slowly, and I took this as a sign to take the next step. Reaching for his overalls, I slowly traveled down the strap on one side, looking at him for any signs of stress. When he didn't show such signs, I undid the button on it, gently flipping the strap over his shoulder, out of the way. I then made my way to the other side, still keeping a close eye on him, ready to stop at any moment. He didn't resist, and I repeated the motion on the other button, bringing the strap back behind him. Once that was finished, I took a hold of the top of his overalls and began to slowly pull them down, all the way to his waist; I couldn't help but purr as his handsome form became visible to my eyes. “My gods, Rotor... do you have any idea what a looker you are?” I questioned.
“Oh, Jag... now you're just flattering me. I'm not that good-looking,” Rotor replied, blushing furiously.
It took every ounce of willpower to not laugh. “That's what Synjo keeps saying... and I always have to remind him that he is. It's time for you to see just how I do it.”
The walrus nodded, still with a furious shade of crimson on his face. My paws trailed their way back up, stopping at his chest. It's here that I started to rub, not once breaking my gaze as I watched Rotor's reaction. Believe it or not, his eyes closed halfway, and his breathing was even and deep. If he wasn't enjoying it, he could have easily fooled me... and it made me a bit concerned. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah. It still feels weird, though.”
“Give it time, Rotor. I was nervous at first when this was done to me, but it feels great after you get used to it... and believe me, I plan on making sure you're used to it before I go any further.”
With those words, I continued to rub Rotor's chest, pressing into the skin a bit, letting out a deep, rugged purr as I worked. After around ten minutes of this slow massage, I saw Rotor's eyes close and heard him let out a satisfied moan. “...You were right, Jag... it does feel better the longer you do that,” he told me.
“I'm glad you're enjoying it,” I stated before hesitating. I was about to ask him to go further, and I didn't know how he was going to respond. Taking a deep breath, I nervously decided to break the question. “Um... I'll understand if you don't want to, Rotor... but... would you be willing to lift yourself up a bit... so... I can remove your overalls?”
Sure enough, Rotor looked at me, a bit flustered. “I... I'm not sure, Jag. I don't want to say no, but part of me doesn't want to say yes, either.”
“...What is your heart telling you?” I questioned in a soft voice.
Watching Rotor thinking about it for a few minutes had me worried; I couldn't deny that. I was afraid that he lost his nerve to go on, and he was going to back out. I wouldn't have stopped him if he had decided on that course of action, which is why I found myself blinking as he grabbed one of my paws and placed it on his chest, right where his heart was. “It... it's telling me... to trust you, Jag. You haven't gone back on your promise to go slow with me so far. Truth to tell, I can tell you're anxious, but you've been holding yourself back. If you're willing to go to that extreme to make sure I'm at ease... I... I...”
“Yes?”
“I believe I have no reason to not trust you.”
With those words, Rotor gently lifted himself up so that his back was off of the bed. I let out an audible gulp when he did that; now it was me who was experiencing hesitation. “Well... I guess this is it. It's now or never,” I thought to myself as I gripped his overalls again. As I began to pull them down further, I realized that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. I found myself blushing like nobody's business; Rotor Walrus went commando!
“I know what you're thinking, Jag... and truth to tell, I don't really have a choice. It's really hard to find anything that fits when you're as freakishly big as I am,” Rotor suddenly stated, breaking me out of my trance.
“You're not a freak, Rotor,” I said as I finally pulled his overalls off to the point where he could lay back down. “Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. They're just jealous of you.”
Rotor was clearly blushing, but smiling a bit as he lifted his legs up slightly so that I could finish pulling off his overalls, tossing them to one side of the bed. I stood up, staring at his body for several lengthy moments. “My god... he's so gorgeous! The things I want to do with him... they're almost endless; but he comes first, not me.”
“Jag? Are you sure you're not put off by my size?”
“I'm sure... to be honest... I actually like larger guys like yourself. If anything, it's just more to love.”
“Is that why you like Synjo so much?” Rotor asked, a hint of a smirk showing.
Now it was my turn to lay on the crimson hue to my face. “It's... it's not the only reason. He's really a nice, caring person who, despite an occasional fit of frustration when things don't go right, has a good heart. His intentions are good, and he's so willing to try to help out his friends. In short... you... and Synjo... are a lot alike.”
“He sounds like someone you really care about, Jag. Are you sure you really want me as a mutual lover for you two?”
“Like I told you before... we've talked about it; we would be honored if you said yes.”
“...Let's work on one thing at a time, first. I want to make sure that this is who I really am.”
Nodding my head, I sat back down next to Rotor, my paws rubbing at his chest once more. I hadn't even done so for a minute this time than the walrus brought his hands up and began to lift my shirt up. I chuckled at this; I was a bit overdressed, so I raised my arms up and helped him remove the garment, baring my own chest. His blush became even deeper at this point, and I found it unbelievably cute. “What do you think? Do you like what you see?”
“You look really nice, Jag. You're not trying to come off as something you aren't. You don't try to fool anyone with how you look... and... I admire that.”
“Thank you for your kind words, Rotor. I don't want to try to fool anyone; it's just not my style. I just pray that it won't be all you admire by the time we're finished,” I replied, standing back up. “I know you probably won't be comfortable with this, so I'll do this next part, if it's all right.”
“Go ahead.”
With a nervous breath, I proceeded to undo the button of my pants, the zipper following close behind. Hooking my thumbs under the waistband, I began to slowly push the garment off of me, a visible set of boxers becoming making their presence known as I finally stepped out of the piece of fabric previously covering them. There was a noticeable tent in the front, my manhood desperately trying to find its way out.
The tension in the air was thick at this point; both of us were showing signs of apprehension, which was understandable, considering what was about to transpire. With one final, determined motion, I grabbed my boxers and began to pull them down, blushing as, once I got them down to my legs, my maleness sprung up and was hanging straight out from my body. It was here that I saw Rotor blush even more and turn away, a shy smile on his face. When I finally took them completely off, I walked back to the bed, sitting down next to the walrus. “It's all right, Rotor,” I began, placing my paw on his chest and caressing it. “While I may be aroused, you don't have to do anything unless you want to. This trip is for you.”
“I know, Jag; I'm just not used to seeing other males nude, let alone aroused.”
I nodded slowly, bringing my paw up to his face and gently turning it toward me. “I already promised that I would go slow with you, and stop if you wanted me to. I'm going to stick to my word, no matter what.”
“Then... then go ahead... I trust you, Jag.”
Rotor had given me the green light with those words, and I leaned down to rub my nose against his for a few brief moments before I slowly locked my lips with his. While I had him enveloped in the deep kiss, I wrapped my arms around him, my paws gently trailing up and down his back while I held him close to me. When I heard him give out a soft sigh, I decided to go further, drawing my tongue out and pressing it against his lips. I wound up being given another surprise when he actually opened his mouth, letting my tongue inside, and it's here that I squeezed my eyes shut, growling almost hungrily as I lapped at the inside, tasting him. The sensation was exquisite, and was only enhanced when I felt him tentatively return the favor, his own tongue beginning to slowly wrestle with my own.
How long this intense make-out session lasted, I couldn't say. When we finally broke away from each other, I could tell we were both panting, myself slightly heavier than Rotor. I opened my eyes halfway, looking into his; there was a sparkle that I hadn't seen before. Was it... a new-found confidence? Was he starting to enjoy this as much as I was?
One look down at his groin answered that question for me, as he was showing hints of arousal; I could see the first few inches of his manhood starting to peek out of its velvety-looking sheath, causing me to let out a deep, rugged purr. It took every ounce of energy I had not to just reach down and grasp it, and I was inwardly cursing myself for swearing to go slow; I was so turned on by how he was reacting to the situation that trying to hold back was threatening to become impossible at any moment. Somehow, I managed to pry my eyes away from the walrus's crotch, looking back into his eyes. It was here that I finally realized, due to the lighting of the room and the way it danced off of the walls, that they weren't just sparkling... they were gleaming brilliantly, the emerald-colored orbs gazing into my mahogany ones.
We stayed like this for an untold amount of time, waiting for the other to make the next move. It was Rotor who did so, gently rolling onto his side and nuzzling into my neck. I let out a gentle sigh of bliss and rubbed at his back, my claws extended ever so slightly to provide some extra stimulation. In return, the walrus wrapped his own arms around my waist, almost mirroring my movements exactly. I grew bolder at that moment, and decided to take a chance. Trailing my paws down further, I finally made my way down to his rump, giving each cheek a gentle, yet firm, squeeze.
I wasn't surprised at Rotor's reaction; he jumped a bit, grunting. He looked at me, one eye partially closed, as if contemplating what I had just done. “Uh oh... I take it you didn't like that?”
“It's not that. I just wasn't expecting it, is all.”
“Sorry about that. Is there any way I can make it up to you?”
Rotor just looked at me for a few seconds before he nuzzled back into my neck. “Just keep doing what you have been, Jag. I... I think I can get used to this, given enough time.”
I nodded my head slowly, bringing my paws up and resuming my rubbing of Rotor's back. As I continued this treatment, I let loose another deep growl, almost predatory in nature. Rotor didn't have much time to react to it before I kissed him again, only this time I used my tongue to draw his into my muzzle. He was stunned at first, but I let a soft moan escape me, which seemed to calm him. I was scared that, during that brief moment, I had crossed a line, but those fears turned out to be unfounded, as Rotor then pulled me closer to him, our bodies now pressed together in a fusion of black and purple.
That single act made me shudder, because it caused my manhood to be pressed against Rotor's belly. I found myself grinding against it almost instinctively, letting out a loud groan as it was stimulated further as a result. This also caused me to start drawing the walrus's tongue in as deep as I could take it into my muzzle. I felt it slide into my throat, and I let out another rugged purr.
It was at this moment that I began to feel something sliding up my own stomach, and I knew instantly what it was. I smiled on the inside; I was obviously doing something right, as Rotor's arousal was growing and making itself known. I then noticed that something was amiss. What was without a doubt the walrus's erection sliding up continued to do as such. I broke the kiss and found myself looking down, eyes going wide at the sight before me: pressed between our bodies was a behemoth; Rotor was truly packing down there, as I found myself gazing at his manhood, easily measuring at almost 32 marks in length, twice the size of my own... and five-and-a-half marks wide.... I stared in disbelief, blushing madly. “My gods, Rotor... you really are huge. You put equines to shame, dude.”
“You mean... you aren't intimidated by it?”
“I couldn't be if I tried. To be honest... I'm... I find men your size to be the hottest guys around,” I responded, red-faced to the point where even under the black fur, it could be seen.
Nothing could prepare me for what happened next: I could see Rotor's eyes well up with tears, a single one escaping and dripping down his beet-red face. “Jag... you really are someone special. Most people, I'm sure, would be put off by me, but you... you're not. I'm touched.”
“If that's the case, I hope you're ready... because I plan on getting in touch with your deepest desires, and I'm going to make it an experience you'll never forget.”
“I have no doubt... you'll succeed in that. I-- I'm ready, Jag. For the time being... I'm yours.”
I shook my head at that, reminding Rotor that he was my equal during this time before I slowly began to kiss him again, my lips meeting his own, tongue dancing across them. He opened his muzzle, allowing me to explore the insides again, his arms wrapped around my waist, hands rubbing at my back. Letting out a deep, sensual purr, I started to roam his body again with my own paws, the pads grazing across his chest, being careful not to touch his manhood until he was ready for it, despite the fact that we were pretty much grinding into each other in the process.
Stating that I was in heaven at this point would be putting the situation mildly. Here I was, with the most handsome walrus I had ever seen in my life, being intimate with him, baring all of my desires to him, and for the most part, he was enjoying it. He was still hesitant during the act, but he never once tried to back out of it, which made me realize that I had to make sure to make his first time was special.
I gently broke the kiss, looking at him with what had to be lust-glazed eyes, my breathing heavy and my body shaking madly due to the stimulation I was given by Rotor. I found myself just wanting to have my way with him at that moment, to pin him down and give him the time of his life; I had to resist that primal urge. Instead, I slowly rolled over so that I was now laying on top of him, propping my knees to his sides so that he didn't have to endure all of my body weight. A mischievous grin crossed my face at this point, my tail swishing from side to side before I lowered it, teasingly brushing the thick appendage against Rotor's balls.
To say that Rotor let out a sharp gasp at that would be like saying the Northern Tundra was a little cold. The walrus arched his back up, lifting me a bit off the bed, almost making me fall forward. I just barely managed to get my paws out before I fell on top of him. After looking at him for a few moments, I chuckled to myself. “I take it that's one of your more sensitive areas?”
“Y... yes.”
I propped myself back up, a Cheshire-cat-like grin plastered on my face. “Is that so, big guy? If that's the case, I wonder how you'd react if I were to do this.” Upon finishing that sentence, I brought one of my paws back behind me, reaching down to slowly and gently rub at the massive orbs that I was all but sitting on top of.
“Oh gods... JAG!”
“Yes?”
“That... that feels... oh gods, your paws... they're just so soft... I... I can't believe how gentle they are down there,” Rotor moaned out.
“Believe me... they're only going to stay that way unless you tell me otherwise,” I stated.
Upon seeing the walrus nod, I continued my teasing assault on his heavy orbs, watching him close his eyes and let out several deep, almost crooning moans of bliss. They only intensified as I then closed my paw gently around them, making sure I never squeezed too hard. When Rotor started to writhe about, clawing at the bedsheets below him, I knew it was time to halt those actions for the time being, and when I did, he visibly calmed down. “Well now... I think it's safe to say that you really enjoyed that, am I right?”
“My gods, Jag. I knew it felt good when I did it, but feeling someone else down there is... just... infinitely better,” Rotor responded with a husky tone to his voice.
“I'm glad to hear that, Rotor, because you've got a lot down there to feel good about,” I stated before I reached back down to fondle the walrus's balls some more. This caused him to let out another deep moan, his back arching as he ground them up against me. “That's it, handsome... let me hear how much you enjoy that; it turns me on so much to know that I'm giving you such pleasure.”
The look on the walrus's face was all that I needed to see to know what was happening. He was clearly enjoying the sensations that were being given to him; his voice seemed to have actually dropped an octave in pitch... something that I didn't expect was possible. Needless to say, knowing that little fact turned me on all the more, and I gently squeezed his balls in response, whereupon he thrust his hips up rather roughly, almost catching me off guard. “Whoa, I'd better be careful how hard I grope this guy,” I thought to myself as I slowly released them.
Now it was Rotor who was panting, and I looked at him, smiling. I knew he was starting to accept my touches more readily, so I decided that it was time to go in for the proverbial kill. I'll be the first to admit that I didn't know how he would react, but if I didn't take that chance now, I would probably lose it forever. Knowing this, I slowly took my paw that had been fondling him and hovered it just above his maleness... before I wrapped my fingers around the head, gripping the flesh softly.
That act rewarded me with another loud groan, followed immediately by Rotor bucking his hips again. I was amazed at just how sensitive he was; he obviously had a reason for not wanting just anyone to see what he was packing besides his size. When I trailed my paw down the length, I saw the walrus grasp the bedsheets hard, threatening to puncture holes into them as he let out a series of loud, heavy pants from the touch.
What astonished me the most about Rotor's size was the fact that, due to it, my paw couldn't wrap around the entire thing. To make up for this, I twisted my paw around the flesh like a corkscrew, stimulating different areas, my pads almost massaging it. Hearing Rotor moan and watching him writhe about made me realize that I was clearly succeeding in arousing him. “My gods, Rotor... do you have any idea how erotic the sight you're making is to me?”
“I can't help it, Jag. You... you're so... skilled! Oh, gods... please, don't stop! Just... don't... stop!”
Hearing Rotor actually beg like that made me blush. I must have unleashed a deep, primal desire within the walrus to make him act the way he was, and deep down, it only made me curious to see how much further it would go. I began to stroke his shaft a bit faster, purring deep while bringing my free paw back to fondle his hefty balls again, tugging the large sac down ever so gently.
It was at this instant when Rotor almost let out a bellow of rapture, his hips bucking to the point where this time, I actually fell down and landed on top of him. Looking into his eyes for several moments afterward, I could see the haze of deep-rooted desire all but burned into them. I could also feel a slick substance being emitted from the tip of his manhood, and I chuckled to myself as it leaked onto my fur, matting it a bit. “Well now, what do we have here?” I growled playfully, pressing my body against him.
“It... I... oh gods... Jag... I can't... your fur... so soft... I...”
“It seems I have you at a loss for words, big guy. You have something you want to say to me?”
“You... you are such... a... horrible tease... Jag, but... you're so good... at it!”
“If you think I'm a tease now... you're going to hate what I have planned next.”
“What... what do you mean?”
I grinned evilly at this point, sliding down just enough so that I could reach the tip of Rotor's shaft. I then let out a growl of seduction, my muzzle watering at the sight of it dripping out its sweet, clear liquid treasure. After gazing at it for several moments, I drew my tongue out and pressed it against the member, giving it a slow, tentative lick.
“HOLY... JAG!!!”
“Oh, I'm FAR from holy. I just know what I'm doing,” I responded, before I took another lick at Rotor's manhood.
The walrus didn't say anything, just letting out another cry of ecstasy as my tongue rasped across the flesh, his body writhing about as he clenched his fists tighter, to the point where they tore holes into the sheets. His head thrashed from side to side with each time I lapped at it, small beads of sweat forming on his forehead. After giving him several long minutes of this treatment, he let loose a violent shudder. “Jag... you're turning me on... so much. If you keep this up... I don't know if... I'll be able to hold back!” he warned.
I knew he was giving me a clear signal at this moment. Considering how inexperienced he was with the sensations being given to him, he was about to have an orgasm, and who could blame him? I knew that if I kept my ministrations up, he would lose it. So against my better judgment, I came to a slow, deliberate stop, climbing back on top of him and nuzzling his chest.
“What... what's wrong, Jag? It was getting to be so good!” Rotor whimpered.
“I know, and that's why I stopped. I know it feels like you have to finish off, but if you do that, you're going to be exhausted, and won't be able to fully enjoy what I have planned... and believe me, I have a LOT more planned for you before I finally let you lose it. It may be a horrible tease, but trust me when I say that you'll be thanking me later.”
The look in Rotor's eyes told me everything: it was a quiet, desperate plea to keep going, to not stop until he came. I brought a paw up to his face, caressing his cheek slowly. “Don't worry, Rotor. I assure you that I won't torture you with this to the point where you get frustrated. I'm not that kind of guy. Now just relax, and let me show you how skilled I can be.”
With a single nod, Rotor brought his own hand up to rub at my muzzle, and I let out a soft purr, my tail swaying lazily back and forth. We kept that pace up for several long moments until I heard the walrus's breathing finally evening out. I then leaned down and kissed him on the lips once more, only this time, I dragged my tongue across his tusks, feeling how smooth they were; he obviously took great care with them.
I heard Rotor giggle at this point, and I slowly broke the kiss, looking at him mischievously. “I take it no one's ever done that before?”
“Heh, just never really expected it to happen is all.”
“Well, when your boyfriend is a saber-tooth tiger, you can't really help but experiment,” I quipped. “I must admit... yours are very smooth.”
“Thanks, Jag. I try to keep them nice, and it's hard, but when I'm given a compliment like that, I know it's worth it.”
I smiled, noticing that his face was red again. He looked so cute whenever he blushed that it was a wonder no one had ever taken an interest in him before now. I had to consider myself extremely lucky for being the first to truly admit my feelings toward him, and it was now paying off in dividends.
But I digress; what mattered to me now was making sure that Rotor had the time of his life, and I planned on doing everything in my power to make it happen. I leaned back down, rubbing my body against his as I got back into position between his legs. Poking my nose around his groin, I found a sweet, musky odor emanating from it. I won't lie when I say it aroused me even further, making it that much harder to just have my way with him. Instead, I drew my tongue back out, this time licking across his huge, heavy balls, one at a time.
Any doubts I had about making this particular move were quickly crushed when I heard Rotor bellow out another loud groan, his crotch grinding up against my face, making me inhale the full scent of his desire. It was at this point that I had to ball my paws into fists, poking my own holes into the sheets below. I found myself having to force my primal instincts to the side, concentrating more on the walrus before me, doing my absolute best to ensure that he enjoyed what I had to offer. I did that by taking one of his balls into my mouth, sucking on it, while bringing one of my paws up to fondle and gently squeeze the other.
“By the gods... Jag... oh, JAG!”
Those were the only words I heard before I felt both of Rotor's hands press against the back of my head, pushing it further into his groin, all but forcing me to breathe in his scent nonstop at this point. In that one moment, my world was nothing but walrus. Thankfully, he seemed to realize what he was doing and just as quickly removed his hands. I looked up at him, noticing his face was scarlet. “I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me,” he said in a quiet voice.
My teeth flashed as I let out a sly grin. “Oh, I know perfectly well what got into you, handsome. You showed a nice little display of dominance just now. I'll bet you didn't even know you had it in you to be that.”
“I... I didn't even know that was a part of me, Jag.”
“Then let me ask you this: how did it feel to unleash that side?”
Rotor had to think about this for a few scant moments before replying. “It felt... it felt nice, but... it's not something I'd want to do all the time.”
“Fair enough; for now, though... just leave everything to me.”
One nod was all I needed from Rotor before I dived back down between his legs, engulfing one of his balls back into my mouth, sucking a bit more hungrily on it. I heard the walrus bellow out, and I saw his hands clenching shut; I knew he wanted to push my head down again, but was resisting. In response, I grabbed his other testicle in my paw, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze. It was then that I felt his hands on the back of my head, but this time, he didn't push down, but instead gently scratched me between my ears, which made me purr deeply.
Several minutes of this treatment passed before I changed position, now sucking on the other of Rotor's balls while fondling the one that I had just been orally treating with my paw. I could hear the walrus letting out loud groans, his hands becoming still and sliding back to his sides, gripping the sheets once more. I knew he was truly enjoying this, and it was only a matter of time before I went for the main event.
Imagine my surprise when I found myself suddenly being pulled up from underneath my arms and given a deep, passionate kiss, Rotor's tongue forcing itself into my maw and tasting the insides. My eyes were as wide as saucers, as I had no idea that he would even take the initiative like that. I certainly wasn't complaining, though, and instead wrapped my arms around his waist, returning the kiss just as deep, wrestling my tongue with his.
After a few more minutes of this rather rough tongue play, we pulled away, and I looked at Rotor, who was clearly showing signs of his arousal rising. His eyes were glazed over in desire, his body was warmer than usual, and his breathing was heavier. “Well now, Rotor. It looks like you're really getting into this, aren't you?”
“I'm sorry Jag, but you're just driving me so crazy with your teasing that I couldn't help myself,” Rotor responded, clearly blushing so much that his entire muzzle was now crimson.
“Well, if that's the case, I think it's time we move on to what I had planned for you.”
“What-- what do you mean? You aren't planning on... mating with me... are you? Like those guys were in those videos?”
“Oh, no... absolutely not. That will come in time, but today, I have a much more sensual act in mind for you.”
I could hear the walrus let out a sigh of relief when I said that, and I rubbed my nose against his, purring deeply. Once he calmed down, I lowered myself slightly, grabbing Rotor's manhood with my paw, causing him to gasp and buck once. I chuckled at how sensitive he was, and I had to admit that I was nervous that he wouldn't last long at this point. Knowing this, I still continued to bring my head lower, breathing hotly down on that sensitive shaft, until I took the head of it into my muzzle, slowly sucking on it.
“Oh my god... JAG! JAG!!!”
Hearing that bellow of ecstasy come from Rotor only served to increase my ministrations, my jaw stretching slightly to endure its size, and I began to slowly bob my head lower upon his thick member. Once I got used to it, I clamped my muzzle down on it, making sure that my teeth were tucked safely behind my lips; the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Rotor. I took him down slowly, deliberately, using my tongue to lap around his shaft to add even more stimulation to it. I managed to take what felt to be a good seven inches into my muzzle before I felt the tip press against the back of my throat, which caused me to bring my head up to where I only had the head inside, before sliding it back down, letting loose a growl every so often to keep Rotor on his toes.
As time passed, I kept my senses as keen as I could so that I could instantly tell how Rotor was doing. Every time I heard his breathing catch in his throat, I would slow down, making sure that he came down from his sexual high before continuing at my previous pace. My tongue would slather along his length, slurping at it hungrily as my own arousal grew. It was taking everything I had to make sure that I never got Rotor too aroused until I was ready for him, but his thick musk was making it extremely difficult, especially when I began to fondle the walrus's balls with my paws, causing him to croon.
Despite this, I wasn't prepared for when Rotor's dominant streak kicked in again, his hands grasping the back of my head rather roughly and pushing me as far down on his member as he could. I only managed to get the first couple of inches down my throat before I had to try to overpower him, forcing my head back up and coughing as I removed his shaft from my mouth.
Obviously, Rotor noticed this, as he suddenly became concerned when I was gasping a bit for breath. “Oh my gosh, Jag! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to be so rough! Your muzzle was just so good that I was desperate for more.... Can you forgive me?”
Looking into Rotor's eyes and seeing the sincerity of his apology within them turned what little anger I had in his action into sympathy. To tell the truth, had I been in his place, I would've done the same thing, so I nodded slowly. “Yes, I can. You were just letting your dominant streak take control again... not that I mind. But a little warning next time would be appreciated.”
“All right... I'm still sorry.”
“Don't worry; just let me take care of you.” That was all I said before I dived back down on Rotor's manhood, taking all of the first half into my muzzle once more, while my paws began to stroke on the bottom half. I watched carefully from the corner of my eyes, watching as he grasped the sheets again, using my legs to gently pin his own down to keep his hips from bucking too high.
I continued to suck Rotor off, diving down lower and lower on his maleness until I could no longer allow any of it to enter my throat. It was at this point that I just started to suck on it, growling loudly around it, while my paws went back to his balls, feeling them begin to pull up toward his crotch. I knew that he was about to have a powerful orgasm, especially with all the prior stimulation that I had given him before.
“Jag... you're too good at this. My body... feels like it's about to explode. I... I don't think I can hold back... any longer!”
Hearing those words made me stop dead in my tracks, and I kept myself still for a solid minute before I gently pulled myself off of Rotor's manhood. I managed to taste a large volume of his pre-ejaculate as a rope of it landed on my tongue, and I grinned and leaned over him, licking my lips. “Is that so, Rotor? How bad do you want it, big guy? Tell me how bad you want to come.”
“I... I need to, Jag. I... don't think I can stand any more... of your teasing. Your muzzle... is so warm and wet... and your tongue... it was so skilled... coiling around me like... a python. Please... I need to come. I can't hold back... any longer!”
All bets were off at this point. I smiled and nodded, purring while I grabbed a hold of Rotor's manhood with my paw, stroking the hard length rapidly. My other one went down to his testicles, giving them a firm grope while also gently pulling them down, almost as if to prolong the sensations for as long as I was able to. “Oh, Rotor, you have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say that. I'm so turned on by the way you're reacting to all of this that I'm glad I was able to tell you how I feel. I wanted to make this first time for you extra-special. Tell me, my handsome walrus: have I succeeded in doing so?”
“Oh gods, Jag. Yes... yes, you have! Even now... I'm trying so hard... to hold back, but... my body... it just won't let me. Oh, Jag... those paws... are so soft on my flesh... I... Jag... I'm... I'm going to come!”
“Come for me, Rotor. Let me feel your pleasure take you over the edge. Don't hold back anymore. Let it go and come for me,” I whispered in a seductive voice.
“Jag... Jag... I'm... I'm coming! Jag! I'm... JAG! OH GODS, JAG!!!”
A throaty bellow that seemed to come from the very core of Rotor's soul was the last thing I heard before my world became white. A thick, massive geyser of his seed erupted from his shaft, arcing over his head and hitting the wall behind him. The second one was just as large, only this time it splattered all over the walrus's face. Each subsequent shot, while not as powerful as the first two, had as much to offer me as the others did, and I took advantage of it by aiming his manhood at my own body, allowing my chest to be matted in a thick, sticky layer of semen.
Apparently, Rotor noticed this, as he let loose another groan as he painted my chest white. It only became louder when I started to stroke him again, making sure that I drained him of all that thick seed. To my surprise, he started to buck his hips, causing several ropes to splash all over his own chest as a result.
Even after a solid minute of ejaculation, I was stunned to see that Rotor was still quite hard, and an idea came to me. I slid back down on his manhood with my muzzle, sucking out the leftover seed and swallowing it hungrily, before bobbing my head again, letting my tongue slather along the length. This time, I didn't resist when Rotor shoved my head down, being forced to take several inches down my throat as he thrust his hips up, my jaw stretching to its limit in an attempt to accommodate the thickness.
Thankfully, only a couple of minutes passed before Rotor gasped, then suddenly shouted again. I blinked, realizing that he was having a second orgasm! While it was clearly less intense than the first, it was just as productive, as his first rope slid directly down my throat. I managed to pull up a bit so that I could taste each one afterward, gulping when my mouth became full. Eventually, I was no longer able to keep up, and a lot of it wound up dribbling down his manhood and over his balls.
I pulled completely off of Rotor's length once his second orgasm started to die down, and it was here that I noticed that he was on the verge of unconsciousness. I placed a paw on his cheek, rubbing it slowly, as if to try to get a reaction out of him. “Are you all right, Rotor?”
I didn't get an answer at first, but seconds later, I saw him nod at me. “Y... yeah, I am... just exhausted now,” he stated.
“I'm not surprised. You just came not once, but twice. Anyone would be tired after that. I'm more impressed at how virile you are, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Just what I said... Boomer.”
It was here that Rotor's face turned red yet again. “You... you called me Boomer. I haven't been called that in such a long time.”
“What can I say? You came everywhere, like an explosion.”
Rotor looked around at this moment, and realized that he had indeed shot his load all over the place. “Oh my... it seems that I did. That's a bit embarrassing.”
“You may think it's embarrassing, but I actually find it to be quite sexy.”
“...You must. You're still hard.”
I looked down, noticing that my shaft was indeed rock-hard and throbbing slightly. “So it is. I guess this entire scenario has me...”
My sentence was cut short when I saw Rotor reach up and grasp my length with his hand, blushing furiously as he began to stroke it. “R... Rotor... you don't have to do this. I'm... I'm more than satisfied with having made your first time special.”
“Jag... you gave me the proverbial time of my life. At least let me return the favor.”
“But...”
“No 'buts,' Jag. I WANT to do this. It wouldn't be fair if I was the only one who got off. So please... let me help you now.”
One look into Rotor's eyes told me that he wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer, so I simply nodded, smiling. “All right, Rotor... if that's what you want, I won't stop you. But I don't want you to do any more than you're comfortable with.”
“I understand.”
With those two words, Rotor began to stroke my shaft a bit faster, causing me to let out a groan of pleasure. I began to pump my hips slowly, leaning my head back, my eyes closing as I gave into the pleasures of another man. I grasped the bedsheets with my paws, purring deep as the walrus used his free hand to start groping at my own balls. “Oh, Rotor... that feels so good.”
I got no reply, save for a bit of a tighter sensation around my length, causing me to hiss. I started to thrust faster; the tightness was driving me wild with lust and desire, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before I was adding my own load to the huge one Rotor had shot off just minutes before.
Time passed, and each second caused me to become that much more visibly aroused. I could swear that I was actually sweating from all of the sensations, and I was letting out rugged, heavy pants, my tongue hanging lopsidedly out of my mouth. I could feel the pre-ejaculate leak and even fire out of my manhood, my balls pulling up toward my body, only to be tugged back down by Rotor as he kept fondling them. “Rotor... it feels... like you've... oh gods, yes... you've done this before.”
“Only to myself, Jag. I just thought you'd like to know some of the things I do when I'm having some... private fun,” the walrus replied in a deep, crooning voice.
“It... it certainly feels nice... you handsome walrus.... It's not going to take long... for me to come... at this rate!” I managed to utter in a husky voice of my own.
“Then come for me, Jag... and yell out my nickname while you're at it.”
“Boomer... I can't hold on. I'm... oh gods, Boomer... I'm... coming... Boomer... Boomer... BOOMER!!!”
I let out a roar that could easily be heard throughout the entire bath house as my member throbbed, firing several large, thick ropes of my seed all over Rotor's chest. My hips were a blur of fur as I tried to make my orgasm last as long as possible, the tightness of the walrus's hand only adding to the bliss I was now experiencing. My tail was thrashing to and fro the entire time, a clear sign of my ecstasy. To say that it was one of the most powerful climaxes of my life would be a huge understatement.
Eventually, my orgasm slowly subsided, and Rotor squeezed both my balls and my shaft to ensure that I got that last jet of semen out. I looked down at his chest, chuckling a bit to myself when I saw that I had made the mess on his chest even larger. I then leaned down and rubbed my nose to his. “Thank you,” I whispered.
“You're welcome... and thank you.”
I smiled, looking at Rotor for several minutes before I began to slowly climb off of him. I then shuffled off of the bed, offering my paw to his hand, which he graciously accepted. “Come on, Rotor. Let's get cleaned up. Take it from one who knows: sticky, matted fur is an utter pain to get clean,” I stated as I pulled him up.
“All right.”
We headed for the bathroom in our suite, my fur dripping of walrus seed as it dropped onto the floor with each step. Once we got in, we were pleased to see that it had a large, open shower, perfect for two people to be together. I padded over to the faucet and proceeded to turn the water on, making sure it was nice and warm for us, before motioning Rotor to come in with me.
As I watched Rotor step under the shower head, I smiled to myself. The water just seemed to glide along his body, making him sheen under the spray. I got up behind him, a large bottle of shampoo in my paw, which I took a large glob out of and began to rub it onto Rotor, working the soap into a thick lather that eventually covered most of his upper body. I was very careful not to hit any sensitive spots during this process, and also made sure that my paws were as gentle to his body as possible. My efforts were rewarded when I heard Rotor let out a sigh of content, watching his eyes as they closed. “You enjoy that, don't you?”
“Yeah... I almost wanted to ask you to let my first time be in the shower, but I didn't know how you'd react of if you thought it would be stereotypical, considering I'm a walrus.”
“It may sound stereotypical, but I wouldn't have minded one bit. I find shower sex to be quite exotic, to tell the truth.”
“If that's the case... I'll have to keep that in mind.”
My smile became wider. “So... does that mean that... you want to...”
“Jag... while I truly appreciate what you've done for me today, I... I really want to make sure that this is who I am first. I don't want to base my sexuality based on just one encounter... so... I want to find a woman who I can get intimate with... before I make my final decision.”
I nodded. “It's only fair, Rotor. Who knows? You may find that you're bisexual, and there's nothing wrong with that.”
“Thanks, Jag. I was afraid that you wouldn't be willing to allow me to do that.”
“I'm not going to force you to choose one gender or the other. Only you can do that. All I can do... all I hope I was able to do... is to show you as much passion as I can.”
“You have, Jag... and I can't thank you enough.”
“You're welcome. Now let's get you rinsed off, and then I can get this out of my fur.”
Rotor nodded, and I began to rinse his body off, watching as the water slid the soap off of him. I made sure that every inch of his body was clean before I handed the shampoo to him. He took a huge glob of it into his hand while I got under the shower, and he started to work on lathering it up in my fur, concentrating mostly on my chest, since it had the biggest volume of his seed.
I couldn't help but purr as I felt Rotor's fingers dig into my fur, my toes curling and straightening repeatedly, my breathing slow and steady, my tail swaying back and forth. The feeling of the walrus's digits massaging my skin underneath only served to relax me, and I actually had to lean back to support myself against the shower wall.
No sooner had I done that than Rotor pulled me back under the water, hooking an arm under my own as he held me up, the walrus using his free hand to rinse the soap off of me. I couldn't help but let loose a bit of a moan when it brushed across my nipples, to which Rotor chuckled. “Feeling better, Jag?”
I nodded, letting the last of the soap fall from my body before I turned to face Rotor. “Yeah... I am,” I replied before I pulled him in for a soft, sensual kiss. How long it lasted, I couldn't say, but when I pulled away, I saw him smiling at me. “I'm so glad I was able to give you such a good time, Rotor.”
“I am too, Jag. You really know how to please a man.”
“I only did what felt natural to me.”
I grabbed a towel and offered it to Rotor, but to my surprise, he declined it. I looked at him and found out why. “You're already dry?”
“Yep. It's one of the traits of my species.”
“Nice. I wish I had that ability,” I stated as I dried myself off.
Once I was finished, I wrapped my arm around Rotor's shoulder and walked back into the bedroom with him. Looking at the scene we had made, I couldn't help but chuckle. “It looks like we made quite a bit of a mess. I think we'll have to take the sheets off the bed if we want to sleep on it.”
“You're right. You want me to help?”
“I can do it. After all, this is YOUR vacation.”
Without another word, I walked over to the bed and began to take off the sheets, wadding them up and tossing them to one corner. I sat down on one side, turning toward Rotor and inviting him back onto it. Once he was close enough, I took his hand and gently pulled him onto the mattress, purring and kissing him again. He let loose a gentle moan as I did so, bringing him down onto his back and rubbing at his belly with my paw. After I broke the kiss, I looked into Rotor's eyes, my smile broadening from ear to ear. “Even if you decide that you prefer women more than men, I'm more than honored that I can be not only a trusted friend, but also provide you with your first sexual experience.”
“I'm honored that you were my first, Jag. Thank you so much. If I find out I like both men and women... or just men... I really hope that one day... I can give you the same enjoyment.”
“I have no doubt you will, Rotor.”
With those words, I slowly wrapped my arms around Rotor's waist, snuggling up close to him, my head nuzzling into his neck. I heard his breathing beginning to even out as he closed his eyes, drifting off into slumber. I followed shortly thereafter, letting out a deep, content purr.
...I wonder if maybe this would convince him to take more breaks in the future?
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