PART 1
It’s time to go to the nude beach.
It’s been on Reggie’s schedule ever since he got back home to California. Go and check out the nude beach. It was the talk of the guys on the hockey team besides which girls were attractive and who fucked up out there on the rink. Sure, there’s an appeal to going skinny dipping in the Canada woods, which they could all go out and do every day if they wanted to. There’s bears, though, and you would freeze your fucking ass off, and Reggie lives in beautiful Santa Cruz a 20 minute drive from a nude beach with beautiful girls flopping around toplessly, so we should all just go there.
Reggie hasn’t been there before. Reggie hasn’t really been nude around anyone before. Even in the locker room, with the rest of the guys, he goes and sneaks off into the stall just to get his jockstrap on before he goes back out. He’s had a girlfriend – according to the stories he’s told the guys, they’ve gone all the way and then some. Fucked on the kitchen counter, in the back of the car, on the frozen lake, the works. They really did an awkward handjob under a blanket and not much more than that.
It’s been good being back home. Seeing his old friends from high school, chilling at the (normal) beach, enjoying the sun instead of freezing his ass off every single day. He knows he’ll miss college soon enough but these last few weeks have been great.
He sits in the front seat of his car, hands still gripping the steering wheel.
Reggie knows he has to face this right now. Dennis and George and Adrien are literally on a Greyhound bus coming down right now, and they packed nothing in their bags (presumably). If he doesn’t do this today, if he doesn’t step in the car and go down to that beach, he’s going to have to strip nude in front of his friends tomorrow.
He giggles to himself. What a stupid situation.
It’s a beautiful afternoon. Everything is starting to ripen. The sun is golden.
It’s all going to be fine.
Reggie steps out of the car. He’s wearing his Speedo underneath a pair of baggy jeans and a red tee-shirt. He throws a towel over his shoulder. Presumably there’s some sort of changing room along the beach that he can use. He locks the car and looks for the trailhead.
It’s a bit of a walk down to the beach. These scraggly bushes line the edges of the path as dirt turns to sand. Bright orange California poppies poke through the brush.
His heart is thumping. He plays with the heart locket around his neck.
And then the bushes give way to the beach. And there are naked people.
He blushes and looks down. It’s not too busy, which almost might be worse. He could develop a personal relationship with everyone here.
The entrance has a few showers along a concrete brick wall and nothing else. No changing room, just beach. He could go up into the brush to change if he wanted to, but at this point that seems uncomfortable.
The audience is a little older than what Reggie was expecting. There are a few women in their 30s all topless but not bottomless. There’s a dog maybe his age lounging out in the sun. He has a huge dick with a Prince Albert piercing. He doesn’t want to be staring at that guy’s dick but he totally is. Reggie rationalizes it to himself – you don’t go to a nude beach if you don’t expect to be stared at a little.
He walks through the sand. If he doesn’t want other people looking at him, he definitely shouldn’t be looking at them. The dog did have a big dick though.
There are a couple of other guys, all a little older. Saggy old man balls are really something to look at. There are two girls his age but they’re both covered completely and together – not too accessible.
He picks a spot up by the dunes and lays his towel down. Reggie kicks off his sandals and tucks his bunny feet into the sand. It’s nice. It’s warm.
The water is calm. There’s a goat in there with long hair watching and enjoying the sun begin to set. This isn’t too bad.
Reggie takes his shirt off, undoes his belt, and slips his pants off too. He looks good in a Speedo and he knows it. Being a hockey player means you’re covered up all the time, but he knows that underneath all of that is a great body. Lean and fit, a little short but still good-looking. No one has cracked their neck to look at him, which feels good.
He watches the guy in the water for a bit, then decides he wants to go in there too. Everything in his body is telling him to keep the Speedo on and take it off in the water. Instead, Reggie takes a look around and then goes for it. Speedo off.
Reggie is, you know, average. He’s a good size. He’s not the biggest guy in the world but he’s confident in his dick, right? The only guys who go around flaunting it for everyone to see are the jackasses anyway. It doesn’t really matter how big he is.
He stands up and makes his way over to the water. People aren’t looking. It’s fine. He walks out of the way of a woman sunbathing and she doesn’t even take her gaze off of her novel. It’s okay.
Reggie stands at the base of the water and lets it lap at his feet for a moment before he dives in and he is once again protected. The cool water is lovely.
It’s so calm out here. He swims out until his paws can’t touch the sand anymore and floats in place. The sunset is magnificent.
To his right, about 20 feet out is that goat who was swimming here earlier. He looks over and Reggie grins. The goat grins back.
“Hey, kid,” he calls out. He must be around 35. His hair floats in the water around him, as does his golden earrings. A seemingly ironic cross floats there too. “You new around here?”
Reggie swims closer, maybe about five feet away. He’s a good looking guy. “Uh, yeah. How’d you know?”
“I come here a lot. I know the regs. Is it your first time?”
Reggie nods. “I’ve lived here for a while but it’s my first time coming out.”
The guy smiles. “I could tell.”
“How?”
“Nah, I was like that my first time too. You don’t want anyone seeing your business.”
Reggie chuckles. “It’s really something.”
“It feels free?”
“It does, it does. It feels good to be nude.”
“Yeeeah.” He lets out a sigh. “I’m Smudge.”
“Reggie.”
“Nice to meet you, buddy,” Smudge says. “Don’t worry. You’re doing great.”
“Does it get easier?”
“Being nude?”
“Yeah.”
“For sure, for sure. You come here a few times ‘n it’s not even weird anymore. Shouldn’t be weird in the first place but… y’know.”
They look at the sunset for a little bit. Reggie is calm.
He looks behind him and realizes he left his phone and his wallet and his keys just on the beach for anyone to get to. “Shit.”
“You good?”
He grins. “Yeah, man. Just taking a little dip.”
“See you around sometime, Reggie?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He swims back and steps out. Reggie doesn’t want to imagine the way his dick is swinging as he walks forward right now, but he does. One of the girls his age actually does look at him, then immediately says something to her friend. He can’t help but smile at that.
Reggie throws his Speedo back on – that’s enough exploration for one day. He sits on his towel and closes his eyes for a second, letting the sun warm him up. He feels good.
He tosses his clothes and the towel over his shoulder and heads over to the showers. As he walks over there, he sees Smudge walking out of the water.
Reggie turns the water on. Smudge grabs the shower next to him and greets him with a nod.
“Holy shit,” he says under his breath, deliberately facing away from Smudge. “Shit.”
Smudge is the most attractive guy he’s ever seen. Reggie always had a thing for men that he decided to deal with later, but right now he can’t help but think about it. Smudge is heavy-set and looks great – nice ass, nice thighs, a perfect dick. Smudge showers with a little grin on his face, marveling at the beauty of the beach beyond him. Reggie showers while trying to sneak a peek at Smudge. The water makes his Speedo cling to his dick and he prays he doesn’t get a hard-on.
It should be fine. Smudge said it’s not weird at all. It’s not weird. It’s fine.
Something in his body is buzzing. Look at him. Look at the stretch marks on his thighs. Look at his goat tail. Look at his hair cascading down his back, the tips dyed pink. Look at his piercings. Look at those horns. Look at that dick.
Smudge turns off the water and walks in front of Reggie.
“Kid?” he says.
“Yeah?”
“If you want to look, you can just ask.”
“I–” Reggie stutters. “I– uh, uh–”
Smudge grins. “You want another look, come back again soon. I’ll be here.”
Reggie watches his ass as he walks back to wherever his towel is set up. He lets out all of the air he didn’t realize he was holding in. He gets dressed and goes.
Sitting in his car, he smiles. All together not a bad first time at the nude beach.
PART 2
Reggie keeps going back to the nude beach.
That day he and his friends went was a good day, even though no one got any pussy. They slept in his parent’s garage for a week after that, and it wasn’t weird or anything that they saw each other naked. No one even commented on it, like Reggie was expecting from all the pornos. They went back up to Canada and Reggie stayed in California and it all went back to normal.
And somehow, Reggie couldn’t get the thought of that older guy out of his mind. Smudge.
“You want another look, come back again soon. I’ll be here.” That’s what he said. You want another look. No one has been that forward with Reggie before, although he’s never been that forward with anyone before either.
Smudge was there that day with his friends, although he kept chill and just gave Reggie a nod. He was there pretty much every other time too. They made small talk – what college is like nowadays and living in Canada and how Smudge moved here when he was 20 and hasn’t left for a decade and a half – and it is charged, charged small talk, but nothing has happened between the two of them. Reggie doesn’t even know if he wants something to happen. The idea of having sex with a guy he met on the beach is crazy, but then again they sit there in the sun completely naked every other day. It’s not a far leap.
But today, he does something a little crazy. At the end of their conversation about philosophy major roommates, he slips a note under the wipers of Smudge’s truck. It’s so fucking crazy and he regrets doing it the whole way home, but he can’t take it back. “Meet me here tomorrow at 8 AM,” it says. “-RW.”
He gets there early the next morning. He skips breakfast, driving straight there once he’s out of bed. There are no cars parked there. Reggie strips down in his car and walks down to the beach. He doesn’t even have a towel wrapped around his waist anymore – it was an easy adjustment after all.
Reggie sits and looks at the ocean, breathing in and out. It’s okay. Smudge isn’t going to show up. He did something stupid and now he has to deal with it and he can never show his face here again but it’s fine. He’s gonna live.
When he looks up, Smudge is standing a few feet from him, stripped completely down. He scratches his dick with one hand and smiles with the other. “Hey, kid.”
“Hi, Smudge. Hi.”
“Whatcha call me over for?”
Reggie stares at him. His heart thumps and his dick hardens. That makes Smudge grin.
“Uh, heh.” He chuckles. “I gotta grab something from my truck, if you wanna…”
“Yeah. Yes. Yes.”
Smudge begins to walk back and Reggie follows. He stares at Smudge’s ass the whole way there.
“You having a good morning?” Smudge asks.
“Yeah, yeah.”
When they get to his truck, it isn’t parked in the usual place. It’s parked about a hundred feet away, tucked behind a bunch of reeds so that you couldn’t access it unless you were deliberately looking. There’s still no one parked in the lot.
Smudge’s dick is hard too. It’s beautiful. So much bigger than Reggie’s, and much thicker too. It doesn’t stick up like his does. Reggie grins and Smudge grins back.
“Hm,” Smudge teases. “I don’t seem to remember what I came here for.”
“That’s okay,” Reggie says. This game is crazy. “That’s okay.”
“Although…” he moves forward and places a hoof on Reggie’s shoulder. His whole body shivers. “What are you nervous about, little bunny?”
“I’ve never done this before… with a guy…”
“No?” He grins and scratches Reggie’s chin with his hoof. He actually shivers. “That’s okay, buddy. I’ll take it nice and slow.” Smudge puts his hoof right up onto the small of his back. “Can I touch you here?”
He nods, smiling like an idiot.
“Okay. I’m gonna put you up on the truck bed, okay, bunny?”
He nods again, then takes in a deep breath and lets it happen.
Smudge picks him up like he’s literally nothing, a single hand on the small of his back and a single hand on his thigh. He’s laid softly onto the bed of the truck – it’s actually a very nice temperature with the early morning light and he’s a little too shaky to notice the tough metal of the car beneath him.
Reggie lays on his back, thighs folded up above him. He looks up at the sky.
“Oh, you’re a hard bunny, aren’t you?” Smudge coos. He is rock hard, actually, and he didn’t notice it until that moment. Then Smudge slips his hard cock over Reggie’s and he shivers. The sensation of his cock rubbing first against his asshole, then his perineum, all the way up to the tip of his cock is lovely. Smudge could slip himself inside so easily.
Reggie takes a deep breath. He doesn’t have a good angle to see but even here he can feel how much bigger Smudge is than him. Penis and otherwise. Smudge rests the weight of his belly on Reggie’s thighs. He could so easily slip his penis inside Reggie. A single swoop and it would be in.
“Can I kiss you, pretty?” Smudge asks.
“Yes,” Reggie whispers. “Please.”
Reggie clearly did not realize what he was in for when he said yes. Smudge spreads his thighs apart and pushes his whole body onto Reggie, all 200-whatever pounds of weight on the little bunny’s body. He places his muzzle at the end of Reggie’s and licks. It is pure pleasure for Reggie – feeling Smudge’s dick, his stomach, his chest, his arms, everything pressed into him. He loves Smudge’s head pressing his own into the metal of the truck bed. He lets out a moan of pleasure.
“Good,” Smudge bleats. “Goooood.”
Next, Smudge grabs both of their dicks in one hoof and gives them a good squeeze. That renders Reggie into a soft puddle – now that his dick is out of his own hands he knows there’s no going back. The beach air against his fur is wonderful.
Smudge gives the head of their dicks a little massaging, then goes for it, really jerking the two of them off together. Reggie throws his head back and breathes in as hard as he can. The goat has this smile on his face, and he has no reason not to. He’s fucking a cute bunny on the dunes of the beach. It’s a good life.
Reggie’s dick pulses in Smudge’s hoof. He doesn’t want to admit it, but it’s the best handjob he’s ever gotten. Precum drips down his dick, and if Smudge keeps going he might cum right there. He lets out a couple of pants as Smudge slows down jerking the both of them off and starts squeezing again.
“Reggie,” Smudge says. “You feeling good?”
“I am,” he says. “Are you?”
“A lot more than good,” he grins. “What do you think about me fucking you?”
The thought of that makes Reggie shiver in excitement. He’s never done that before. He’s never even thought of doing that before. Maybe he’s stuck a hairbrush up there before but nothing like this. He’s been a good kid before this, and now he’s begging an older man to fuck him on the beach. “Yes. Please.”
“Okay, and you’re not just saying that?”
“No.”
Smudge smiles. Reggie wants to reach out and grab him by his neck floof. He wants to kiss him all over his face.
“Good. I could tell by how your asshole was pulsing.” Smudge laughs at his own comment. He pulls back and Reggie stares at his dick. It is so nice and thick, with a great curve. He wants to feel the whole thing inside of him. “I got condoms and lube in the glovebox. Wait here, little bunny.”
Reggie looks over at the beach while he waits. It’s gorgeous. The sun is firmly in the sky now. The reeds in front of them rustle in the breeze. The waves crash. He is warm.
Then Smudge puts a hand on his tummy. “Okay, let’s flip you over now.”
Reggie flips over and sticks his butt in the air. His bunny tail sticks straight up.
“Oh, you look goood, Reggie.”
“Thank you,” he says, smiling into his hand.
He doesn’t know what Smudge is doing until he feels the coldness of Smudge’s hoof rubbing lube into his asshole. It’s such an odd feeling but he loves it.
“Just puttin’ the condom on,” he whispers, more to himself than to Reggie. “Okay, okay. Good. You ready, bunny?”
“Go slowly…” he whimpers.
“Of course, bunny. If you need me to pull out just tap me or tell me and I will, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Good.”
Reggie holds his breath for what feels like forever until the tip of Smudge’s penis finally touches his fur. He doesn’t start by ramming it in immediately, he starts by rubbing it along his whole butt. Smudge uses his free hand to feel Reggie’s soft fur.
Reggie’s heart beats so fast. He wants it in him so badly. He whimpers.
“Okay, okay, I get the message. Comin’ in.”
Smudge pushes his penis into the base of Reggie’s asshole and begins to enter him.
Pain quickly gives way to pleasure as Reggie feels his asshole being stretched. He pushes his head into the truck bed and squeezes his bunny toes up tight and holds his breath until he knows the goat’s cock isn’t going to slip out. It’s pure pleasure. It is pure pure pleasure. He lets his breath go and with it a loud moan slips out.
“Shh, little bunny. Don’t want anyone hearing us. You doing okay?”
“More,” he barks.
Smudge chuckles. “Gotcha.”
It’s fucking amazing that the whole thing isn’t in him yet. Reggie really has no concept of what’s going on back there — all he knows is that the inches are being slid into him slowly, and with each inch he can feel himself spreading wider for his goat partner. It is so warm. It is so lovely. The wind ruffles his fur.
Smudge places both hooves on the small of his back and begins to pull Smudge towards himself instead of pushing himself in. And then, just like that, Reggie feels the soft fur of Smudge’s tummy resting on his butt and the whole cock is in. Smudge lets out a hrmph as he slides all the way in.
He pants into his hands. He breathes. In, out, in, out.
“Does that feel okay?” Smudge asks.
Reggie nods.
“That a yes?”
He barely whispers. “Yes.”
“Mmhmmm.”
Then, Smudge begins to fuck him. So softly at first, just little gyrations, building up to something bigger. Pulling out a few inches at a time and pushing them back in. Reggie clenches tight and lets it happen. He feels Smudge’s thighs rubbing against his own, the softness of his hooves, the feeling of his own erect dick desperately pulsing for another squeeze.
“You love the feeling of my big cock in your little bunny ass, don’t you?”
Smudge fucks him hard now, grunting with each movement. The smack of his ass against Smudge’s crotch reverberates throughout his whole body.
“You’re a good little bunny, aren’t you?” Smudge says. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight.”
Smudge grabs his dick and begins to jerk him off with each movement. He squeezes tight and really goes for it.
Reggie has never felt anything like this ever before. The pure freedom of getting to fuck a guy on the beach, seagulls flying overhead, letting his entire body go and letting another man do all of the work. No girl has ever made him feel like this. Not even any of his hockey buddies have made him feel like this. None of his fantasies have made him feel like this. It’s beautiful.
And with a tight squeeze, Reggie finally cums. The orgasm feels like it lasts 45 seconds and he moans so loudly that the entire fucking beach can hear. Smudge whispers more sweet nothings back there but Reggie cannot hear any of it over the feeling of his dick pulsing, of cum dripping down his thighs, of freedom.
“Fuck!” Smudge finally says, pushing Reggie’s ass all the way onto his cock. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, shit shit shit. Shit. Oh fuck. Fuck.”
Reggie feels himself fill with warmth. Smudge has a condom on but he would not mind it if he didn’t.
After his dick stops pulsing, he leans forward onto Reggie and puts his weight on him a final time. Reggie can feel Smudge breathing all over his body. He begins to breathe in unison. After half a minute, he can feel Smudge’s dick slip out, all soft.
They remain like that for another few minutes. Reggie listens to the sounds of the beach beyond them. He wants to feel the warmth of the sand on his toes.
“Okay buddy,” Smudge says as he pulls out. “Wow. Wow, shit. Good job.”
Reggie moves and his whole body aches out. Smudge puts a hand on him and helps him sit up.
“Oh my god,” Reggie says.
“I know.”
“That felt so fucking good.”
“I know.”
“That felt nothing like my hairbrush.”
Smudge grins. “Good bunny. You feeling good?”
He smiles. “Thank you, Smudge.”
“Yeah, buddy. You think I can buy you breakfast? Get a big burrito in you?”
Reggie thinks something very sexual in response to having something big in him, but the burrito actually sounds really good. “Is that cool?”
“Yeah! Why don’t you get dressed and we can go get something at the surf shack, on me.”
“That’s very kind of you.”
He laughs. “I think it’s a worthy price.”
Reggie gets on his legs and he wobbles a bit. It feels so so good to be standing. The sand is so warm.
“Alright. See you in a bit, bud.”
PART 3
Reggie stands at the door of the beach house.
He’s never been up close to one of these houses before. They’ve been a constant fixture of his life, of course – many a day in his teenage years was spent driving past those houses and gawking at their swimming pools and Porches in the front and two and a half stories of marble and diamonds – but he has never accomplished anything but being parked across the street with a Diet Pepsi in the cupholder. Now he’s standing on the porch of Smudge’s house in his most normal looking outfit with a tote bag on his shoulder, considering whether he should really knock on the door.
It was amazing. Smudge was nothing short of amazing. Reggie had never done anything even remotely close to that with a guy before. He’s barely thought of anything like that before. Smudge gave him the fucking of a lifetime and bought him breakfast afterwards. Not only that, he gave a phone number.
It’s odd to still have the same reservations you might have about texting your classmate to study for the final as the older guy you met at the beach you want to get dicked down by. Smudge was so kind. He sent a nice message with a smiley face urging Reggie to text if he’d ever want to come over he could do so any time, and then a follow up message saying that there was no pressure either way. Smudge stares at those old texts right now. He looks at the messages they exchanged afterwards. The time they set up to meet. That’s right now.
“Okay,” he whispers to himself. “Let’s do it.”
He knocks on the door.
“Hey! One sec, bud!”
There’s some movement on the other side of the door. Reggie stares down at his paws in his sandals.
The door opens. Smudge is standing there in an open bathrobe with only a pair of black boxer briefs on underneath. He’s smiling. “Hey, lil’ bunny.”
“Hey man, hey.”
“Sorry about the…” The goat laughs, leaning on the doorway so casually. Reggie looks up at him, trying to hide the erection that’s already growing in his cargo shorts. “I figured you’ve already seen the worst of me, ah, so you could handle this now.”
Reggie smiles. “You look good.”
He laughs. “Thanks, bunny. Hey, come on in.” He turns around like it’s nothing and steps into his house. “Welcome to Casa Smudge.”
“Holy crap,” Reggie says. His house is fucking awesome. “Sorry. Crap.”
Smudge leans against the kitchen counter. “Pretty nice place, huh?”
He’s being cute. This place is insane. It’s modest, maybe, in comparison to the other houses around here, with a million rooms and a union meeting room for the butlers, but it’s still an awesome place. No second floor, but this floor is huge with a grand ceiling. There aren’t any dividing walls between the kitchen and the living room and his painting studio he’s got going on back there. Must be where the name Smudge comes from. It’s clean and lived-in and modest and grand all at the same time.
“How did you score a place like this?”
“Got hit by a TriMet bus when I was visiting Portland.”
Reggie laughs. “Really?”
“No no no. You know how you can put your credit card on your phone and tap it?”
He nods.
“All me, baby.”
“Woah. Really?”
“I, incidentally, tapped that phone right on the deed for a beautiful beach house and didn’t look back.”
“That’s so cool. I love tapping my phone to pay for things. It never works.”
Smudge smiles at that. “Hey, kid. You want anything to nosh on?”
“I think I’ll be okay.”
“Ready for the main event?” He puts his hoof on the small of Reggie’s back. “Come on, don’t act like I haven’t seen that erection.”
Reggie laughs. “I’m ready.”
Smudge slips his bathrobe off. Reggie can feel the goat’s erection poking into his own.
“Let’s go outside, I think. Get you into your element.” He takes me out onto the deck, white painted wood overlooking the sand of the beach. It’s beautiful, and best of all, it’s all his.
“What need do you have for a nude beach if you have all of this to yourself?”
“Come on. You don’t go to a nude beach to be naked.”
Reggie snorts. “Okay, yeah.”
“It’s not all my beach anyway. Just everything in those fences. I can be nude right up to there, and then suddenly it’s an affront to my neighbors.” He pulls Reggie close to him. “You know what else we can do?”
“What?” Reggie asks like it’s not obvious.
He puts Reggie onto his knees. “I think you know, bunny.”
He gives it a good lick, all the way from the base of Smudge’s balls to the tip of his cock. It tastes salty like the beach and the smell is fucking amazing. Savory and velvety and beautiful. Grabbing the base of his cock, he begins to focus his attention on the head, working his tongue all around it. Smudge leans his head back, revealing his soft chin. It’s not easy to see him with his stomach in the way but Reggie cranes his neck anyway.
Reggie has to open his maw wide to do so, but he gets it around Smudge’s cock and starts sucking just the head. Back and forth, back and forth, he quickly settles into a rhythm like the rushing of the waves. “Oh, that’s a good bunny,” Smudge says. The words just drop out of his mouth without thought. “That’s a very good bunny.” He puts his hand on the back of Reggie’s head and pushes down, coercing more of his cock into his mouth. The pressure against his mouth is such a distinctive feeling which he loves. He runs his tongue along it.
Smudge places a hoof on the back of his head and pushes in, meaning Reggie has about four inches in him already. That’s about how much he can take before he really needs to work, so he keeps sucking. He jerks him off a little, too, keeping in time with the blowjob. There’s spit all over his paw and muzzle, but Smudge gives this nice, husky moan and he knows he’s not stopping anytime soon.
Reggie wants so badly to get his whole cock down his throat. He moves his hand to his thigh, holds his breath, and pushes his cock in deeper. Smudge helps by thrusting his cock a little and continuing to push down on his head. Focusing all his attention into not choking, Reggie gets one inch down, then two, then three, and suddenly his muzzle is kissing the base of his cock and the whole thing is in him.
There’s a little tickle in his throat, and with that he has to pull his head back to get the whole thing out. He coughs and spit drips down his chin (and down his cock, for that matter — the whole thing is covered in a thick sheen). He probably could have held his breath for another ten seconds, but it doesn’t matter because of this intense pride he’s feeling. He just got this behemoth, throbbing cock into his throat and managed to maintain a shred of dignity coming out.
“You’re okay,” Smudge says, scratching his chin. Reggie can’t help but smile. “Very good bunny. I’m very impressed. Do you want to take a break?”
“From head… I think.”
“Okay, of course.” He smiles. “Have you ever had your ass eaten before?”
“Woah. No, not at all.”
“You’ve thought about it?”
“I’m thinking about it now.”
Smudge smiles. “May I?”
“Yes.”
With ease, Smudge kneels down onto the deck and positions the lower half of the rabbit’s body to rest on his lap. “We’re gonna get you folded over onto yourself,” he whispers.
The position is much more comfortable than he expects – it reminds Reggie of all of those fruitless hours he’s spent trying to get his dick into his own mouth, positioned up against the wall of his dorm room. Now, though, Smudge is holding up his body with so much care. Craning his neck is a little uncomfortable, but that soon gives way to something else entirely as Smudge stretches his ass out. His dick dangles above his face.
“Look at that,” Smudge says. “Look at that beautiful asshole. You have such a pretty little butt, don’t you, bunny?”
Reggie takes in a deep breath. “Thank you.”
“I’m gonna go ahead now, okay?”
“Yup. Yup yup yup.”
And suddenly the goat’s long tongue is against his asshole and Reggie is vibrating. It’s such a different feeling than anything he’s felt before, even the feeling of Smudge’s cock in his ass. It’s gentle. It’s intentional. Every move the goat makes is deliberate, even if it’s just licking from the base of his asshole to his perineum. Sometimes he digs in a little more which makes Reggie pulse with pleasure every time.
When he feels the light tap of Reggie’s hoof against his upper back, he realizes that Smudge is jerking off right now, which only makes the thing even more hot. The big goat is getting so much pleasure from this that he has to jerk himself off – so fucking good. A big string of precum drips from Smudge’s dick and lands right on his face.
Soon enough, Smudge isn’t just lapping at his butthole but putting his whole face in there. Reggie is moaning with delight. The ocean roars in the background.
He lays Reggie down, body no longer over his head but lying on Smudge’s lap. Their dicks are now in alignment, both throbbing as Smudge grabs the two between his hoof. He begins to jerk the two of them off.
Reggie lays his head back and looks up at the blue sky. When he lets out a moan, Smudge doesn’t seem to mind. When he lets out another, Smudge joins him.
And soon enough the two are cumming together, thick ropes all over each other’s dicks. Reggie doesn’t know where his cum starts and Smudge’s ends, just that it feels so good. He takes in deep breaths and tries not to moan so loud the entire ocean can hear.
“Fuck,” Smudge says. “Fuck, bunny. Fuck. You’re good.”
“Thank you,” he whispers. “Thank you.”
Smudge stands up and pulls Reggie up with him. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”
“Yeah. Thank you.”
“Please, with a little bunny butt like that? Any time.”
PART 4
Reggie can’t stop thinking about Smudge.
A hopeless crush on an older man turned into one time at the beach turned into going over to his beach house for sex turned into whatever this is. Reggie texts him good morning now. He sends him photos of what he’s eating for lunch. He spends his time texting Smudge or going over to his house to get fucked and when he’s not doing that he’s thinking about texting Smudge and getting fucked.
The bunny is laying on the sand of the beach right now, arm over his head to block the sun’s rays from hitting his closed eyes. For all intents and purposes, though, he isn’t at the beach. He is in his head, imagining Smudge’s body. Reggie always knew he was a good looking guy, average height, naturally built, all that. But when he stands in front of Smudge and the goat towers over him, when he’s twice as wide as well, all of that flies away. Smudge’s large stomach, his thick thighs, the stretch marks on his arms, the little bit of grey entering his beard hair. All of it zips through Reggie’s head without recourse.
He has an erection now, of course. Good thing the people on this beach are sparse, maybe an occasional couple strolling past, because otherwise everyone here would be seeing the boner in his Speedo. In fact, Reggie doesn’t bother hiding it. Let them look.
This is what a summer without his buddies does to him. All of his high school friends are out doing internships or working, so none of them are back home for him to hang out with. In this hot hot July, it’s just him, the beach, and Smudge.
He closes his eyes once more and lets the thoughts of Smudge enter his head once more. What would Reggie’s dad think knowing his son is desperately getting fucked by a man the same age as him? He imagines sitting on Smudge’s couch and sucking his dick. Smudge running his hooves through the bunny’s fur in the shower, getting every bit of him clean. The feeling of having Smudge so far inside of him he thinks he might die.
It’s not just sexual thoughts anymore. He thinks about lying in the sun while Smudge makes his paintings. Cuddling on the bed after a good fuck session and watching Netflix together. He thinks about how lucky he is to have met Smudge. How jealous he is that Smudge is at that nude beach, probably talking to every college aged bunny he sets his eyes on.
His paw finds his phone in his bag and he turns the brightness all the way up. It’s burning from sitting in the sun. He clicks on his Instagram text exchange with Smudge. His account is just photos of the beach and his paintings of the sunset. There’s a photo from a few years ago with a lady who seems like his girlfriend or wife, but there hasn’t been a word of her since.
They already talked earlier. Reggie woke up and asked him how he was doing, then they discussed abstract expressionism and perceived meaning. Reggie plays hockey, he doesn’t talk about Cy Twombly paintings. And yet, he happily texted Smudge for an hour in the morning before even getting out of bed to go pee.
Reggie doesn’t want to jinx it, doesn’t want to text again and be a burden when Smudge probably just wants a cute bunny to fuck, but he texts again anyway. It’s what his body wants.
REGGIE:
Hey
Whatcha up to
He doesn’t expect Smudge to respond at all, much less this quickly. It’s so funny how older people text so formally.
SMUDGE:
Hey, bunny! Just making some lunch and listening to some music.
He sends a photo of the sandwich he’s making. Sourdough bread, ham, and cheese.
REGGIE:
Luxury
SMUDGE:
Ain’t that so :)
What are you up to, kid?
REGGIE:
Doing some sunbathing
SMUDGE:
Really?
I bet you look really cute.
Reggie blushes. He looks up when he hears paws against rocks and a guy is walking by. He puts his phone down and pretends that something funny isn’t going on even though he clearly still has an erection, then pulls it right back up when the guy passes.
REGGIE:
Do you wanna see
SMUDGE:
I think I do.
Reggie stands up and peaks around. There’s nobody around. That guy is gone. He pulls his phone up and takes a photo of his body, erection in his Speedo and all. When he looks at the photo, he notices the spot of precum at the top and blushes. Hopefully nobody saw that. He sends it with a little caption.
Smudge takes a while to respond. Reggie stares at his phone until something finally comes through.
SMUDGE:
Wow. Look at that.
You are so beautiful.
REGGIE:
Thank u haha
SMUDGE:
Were you thinking about me ;)
REGGIE:
Maybe
SMUDGE:
Is that so, bunny?
What are you doing tonight?
Reggie stares at his phone. Of course everything in his body is telling him to respond “nothing,” that he’s free all night and he can be douched and showered by 7, but that’s not what he says. He tries to pin down the feeling in his chest, but while he’s deciding Smudge sends another text.
SMUDGE:
Wanna come over? Have some fun?
Reggie takes a deep breath and says what he wants to say. If it doesn’t go right, then he just won’t leave his house for the rest of the summer.
REGGIE:
I think I want to do more than that
SMUDGE:
Ooh, what are you thinking?
REGGIE:
Like
Not sex
SMUDGE:
Hmm…
Let’s call, if you can.
Stupid old people wanting to call all the time. He shuts his eyes tight and only opens then when Smudge calls.
He accepts the call and holds his phone up to his ear, expecting the worst.
“Hey, bunny,” Smudge says.
“Hi.”
“I just wanted to call you so we could talk about this… with our voices.”
“Yeah. Of course.”
“I think I know what you mean, but I want to hear it from you.”
“I don’t know. It was stupid. I don’t even know why I sent it.”
“Hey hey hey, no. Talk to me.”
“You’re probably just… I don’t know. I wanted to see if… you’d want to go on a date or something. It’s stupid.”
“Hey. You wanna go on a date?”
“It’s whatever.”
“Let’s go on a date.”
Reggie nearly yelps. “Really?”
“I’m free. I like you. Why not?”
“You’re not in a relationship?”
“No, not at all.”
“Not with someone you met at the beach?”
“You think I’m hooking up with everyone I see at the beach?”
“Maybe?”
“Kid, you’re the only one I’ve ever… I’ve never done that before. Never ever.”
“What about the lady on your instagram?”
He chuckles. “That’s my ex-wife. Colleen.”
“Oh.” Reggie swallows. “Oh fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Why?”
“Oh, shit. Fuck.”
“Hey. Hey. Why don’t you come by at 7? Dress up cute. I’ll take you to a nice restaurant. Do some talking. I’ll get you flowers. Drop you off with a peck on the cheek and drive away into the night. How does that sound?”
Reggie smiles. “That sounds good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll see you then, bunny.”
And he hangs up right then.
Reggie looks up, amazed. Everything’s the same, but he has a date tonight. He smiles so wide.
The erection is gone, but there’s still that spot of precum at the top. He laughs and walks down to the water. Everything else being wet too will make it less obvious.
Reggie steps in the water.
The heat of the day is plunged away as he dives in.
PART 5
The things he’s had to tell his mom have been the funniest part of all of this. Of course Reggie is 19 now, so there’s no reason he has to sneak around his mom when he has his own car and control of all of his time and could conceivably drive away to never return with no repercussions, but he still owes some sort of explanation of what he’s doing all day to his mom. Yelling “Lounging at the beach!” up the stairs works most of the time and a lie about what friends are home covers a lot of the rest, but when he returns home at 1 in the morning walking funny, smelling like lotion and not drunk, that’s another thing entirely.
He sits in his bedroom, trying to figure out what “nice outfit” means. Smudge is from the corporate world, so it could mean black tie attire, really. He can’t think of any places in town that would have dinner like that, but maybe he’s just so out of touch that he doesn’t know what he doesn’t know. On the other hand, he’s also a beachgoer. It could mean a shirt that isn’t caked in salt from the ocean. Reggie puts on his cutest pair of boxer briefs and his fitted pants and shirt from prom without the blazer. He doesn’t know how to tie a tie so he doesn’t put that on, then decides if he’s going to do that he’ll unbutton the top button and show off a little bit of chest. No harm in that.
It’s about time for him to leave. He sneaks out the front door without anyone noticing and sends Smudge a text saying he’s on the way. Smudge sends a smiley face back. He sings along to the Beach Boys the whole way over.
The sun is hanging low in the sky as he pulls into Smudge’s driveway. He takes a deep breath to prepare himself, then steps out of the car. And there, standing on the porch, is the goat himself. He leans in the doorway, grinning at the bunny beneath him.
He’s definitely overdressed. Smudge is basically wearing a pressed version of one of his beach outfits, board shorts and a button up shirt. He grins mercilessly. “Hey, bunny.”
“Okay, look, you said ‘nice outfit’ and–”
Smudge laughs. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
“Really. You look gorgeous. I wish I looked half as good as you when I was your age.” He grins. “Hey, turn around for me.”
“Hm?”
“Gimme the 360.”
Reggie tries to hide his smile and turns around for him. Smudge is crossing his arms and nodding when he makes the full revolution.
“Yeah. Looking good. Great butt.”
“You look nice too.”
Reggie laughs. “Okay, sure.”
“No, really.” Reggie tries to find the words for it. He’s had crushes on girls, he’s wanted to bone a girl before, but he’s never felt this way about a girl, that’s for sure. He just looks so good. So big and so warm and so charming. “Really.”
He smiles. “Have you ever heard of Belmonte’s?”
“The beach-y place, yeah! I love that place. Killer prosciutto. Yum.”
“Well, I was gonna take you there,” he says, “Uh, but I think you’d look a little out of place.”
“Again, I thought–”
“No no no. Listen. I was gonna take you there, but you’re clearly prepared for a higher caliber of restaurant. I’m going to change, alright?”
“Really?”
“I don’t want to feel out of place!” He chuckles. “Wait right here, kid. I’ll be back in five minutes.”
With that, he closes the door.
Reggie sits down on the front step and looks out onto the street. That damned goat knows exactly the right thing to do and say to make Reggie literally, actually weak in the knees. He scrolls through his phone for a little bit, then puts it down and looks up at the setting sun.
Smudge opens the door and he is standing there all dressed up. He smiles. “Hey.”
“Holy shit.”
“You like?”
“I do. You look great.”
“It’s a little tight… I gained a bit of weight since I was last in an office but I think it works.”
It’s true that the suit looks a little tight, but really how he looks is dapper. He looks prim and proper. One would respect anyone walking around in that suit and that tie, but the way his stomach pushes at his shirt just begs them to imagine what he’d look like with all of that off. His bulge looks great too – not intentional, like he’s showing it off, but it’s just naturally big and creates all these folds in the crotch that make Reggie feel funny.
“Alright.” He steps forward and taps Reggie on the shoulder. “C’mon, kid. Let’s get going.”
It almost feels like prom as he sits in the passenger seat of Smudge’s truck. The suit definitely helps. It’s the same truck he got fucked in a few weeks ago, but he’s nervous in an entirely different way. Smudge has this natural charisma. He pulls you in. Reggie’s paws are shaking.
The truck rumbles to a start. Reggie even feels nervous in his stomach when Smudge puts a hand on the back of the passenger seat to reverse out of the driveway, having that hoof so close to his head and his big arm right in front of his eyes. He tries to hype himself up. He is a man. He is an adult. He’s a fucking hockey player. There is nothing to be scared of.
“You nervous?” Smudge asks, smiling but eyes on the road ahead.
“A little.”
“That’s okay. You’ve been on a date before.”
“Yeah, but…”
“Not like this?” He looks over. That little bit of eye contact makes Reggie melt.
“I’ve been on a date with, you know. Girls my age. And we go to the ice skating rink and get burgers afterwards.”
“It’ll be alright,” he says. “If you ever feel uncomfortable, we can talk about it, we can end it, whatever you need, but I promise you that you won’t. It’ll all be good.”
“Yeah. Alright.”
“Alright?”
“Alright.”
Smudge puts the radio on and they listen to some classic 90s songs for a few minutes. Between Beastie Boys songs, he smiles. “Listened to this when I was your age.”
“It’s still popular.”
“It’s good, it’s good!” He grins. “Hey, we’re here.”
This is a fancy fucking restaurant alright, sitting in the first floor of an industrial minimalist hotel. They must be in some part of town that doesn’t exist to people who make under 100,000 dollars a year. The awning is draped in ivy. A parking valet takes the car and parks it and Reggie stares in awe.
“Holy shit.”
“Gets better.” Another hospitality worker opens the door for the two of them. “Let’s go.”
Reggie lets Smudge walk ahead of him and talk to the person at the reception desk. He stares at the water dispenser infused with lemons and limes and then lets his eyes blur as he stares at the wall. He’s just a bunny who likes the beach. This is not his world.
“Alright!” Smudge says, ruffling Reggie’s head. “Got us a table.”
“Did we need a reservation?”
“Eh. I got it.”
They walk through the doors into the main dining room. It looks like a fucking cruise ship in here, chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a string quartet playing fancy music, people dressed exclusively in nice suits. They get a secluded table by the side and are immediately barraged by wait staff who bring a basket with three types of breads and three types of butters, sparkling water, and they take Smudge’s drink order. He orders a red wine for the both of them and nobody asks to see Reggie’s fake ID.
“Have you had wine before?” Smudge asks.
“I’ve had, like, a sip at Christmas.”
“I honestly never got used to it, but when in Rome.” He smiles. “How are you feeling?”
“I… don’t know why you’re doing this for me.”
“What do you mean? Just taking my bunny out for a nice date.”
“But it’s so nice! This is… I’m just some dumb kid, you know? I don’t deserve this.”
“Well… just on the financial side of things, this is nothing. Seriously. Order the lobster with caviar sauce and dump it in the trash and I’ll tap my credit card without looking.”
Reggie snickers. “I think I just might.”
“But as for the other part, I wouldn’t be…” he thinks about it for a second. “I wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t see something I liked in you, alright? You’re a good bunny. Don’t fight it.”
If Smudge pinned him down to the table right now, flinging their silverware to the floor and setting the drapery on fire, and fucked him right here in front of everyone, Reggie would not mind one bit. He doesn’t, unfortunately. He repeats that last part to himself in his head. You’re a good bunny. Don’t fight it. You’re a good bunny.
The waiter comes back with the wine and takes their orders. Smudge immediately orders the tenderloin and a cheese plate and Reggie fumbles around for a few moments before blurting out a request for the saffron risotto because he knows what rice is and has had it before.
Smudge takes a sip of his wine. Reggie takes a sip as well and tries to hold the sour face in. Beer he can handle. This he cannot.
“What do you think?” he musters up.
“Tastes like shit,” Smudge says. “God, wine tastes like shit.”
“Thank you. That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
He laughs loudly. “Good bunny.” There’s that sentence again. It makes Reggie’s flaccid dick pulse, if that’s any measure of what it makes him feel. “The art in this place is lovely.”
“What do you see?”
“Well.” He points to the painting on the adjacent wall. “That’s a Rothko.”
Reggie stares at it for a few moments. It’s a painting with a few blocks of textured color on it, nothing more than that. Something about it immediately makes something swell up in him. Not disdain, as he first imagined. It’s definitely the kind of art the guys on his team would make fun of relentlessly, maybe accuse it of being so simple that even they could make it. It’s more than that. It’s a lot more than that.
“I’m not familiar with Rothko,” he whispers.
“I have one over my couch.”
“Oh!” He imagines the orange and yellow one sitting in Smudge’s living room. “Oh.”
“Well, a fake of one. I’m not that rich, haha.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“You like it?”
“Can I be honest?”
“I’d like that.”
“Okay. Um. This is… I remember we were… messing around on your couch once–”
He grins wide. “Yeah, bunny?”
“Yeah. And you were, uh… I can’t believe I’m saying this in a place this fancy.”
“Go ahead. No one’s listening.”
“You were fucking me.”
“There we go.”
“And it was so good. It’s so good. It’s like this total transfer of control, you know? At school I’m like this hockey boy and I have this big reputation and I have to be funny and charming and I’m… really not that. I’m just a scared bunny, you know? But with you I don’t have to be. You take care of me and you make me feel good and you don’t ask for anything in return. That’s why being, uh, penetrated feels so good. You’re in control. I just sit back and feel it.”
“Don’t get me hard now,” he says, placing his hoof on the table. “We gotta get through dinner first, kid.”
“No, no, but, uh. I was looking up at your Rothko painting and… you kind of just get into it, you know? Like I’m not thinking anything when I’m being fucked. I’m just in it. And I was looking up at your Rothko, and I was in it, you know? In those yellows and oranges. I was feeling them. I get it.”
Smudge looks at Reggie intently. He sinks a little in his chair.
“I don’t think, I am being fully honest here, I don’t think that’s what Rothko intended–”
“I–” Reggie flushes. “Well–”
“But I think that is a better interpretation of abstract art than 99 percent of people have. The whole thing about abstract paintings is getting rid of narrative and of structure and reducing everything down to a bare sensory experience. It’s about emotion and drama and experience.” He claps his hooves. “Good bunny. Very good.”
“You really think so?”
“Yeah. And you didn’t even know who Rothko was.” He smiles. “That’s why I like you, right there. I see that spark in you. I wish someone had nurtured that in me when I was your age. I would have realized what I wanted sooner.”
The rest of the date goes so well. The food arrives and the two of them devour it like they’re sitting on the couch watching Netflix. The wine might have been gross but he tries cheeses he can’t pronounce the names of and there is no way he can go back to Easy Cheese.
They talk about art and hockey, college classes and beach houses. Reggie thought they might have issues having a long conversation. Even their most deep conversations before were punctuated with pre or post sex, and separately Reggie was not socialized to view people older than him as anything but authority. It feels good to be on the same level as Smudge, even if their lives are so different.
When the check comes, Smudge pays for it happily.
“They don’t use tap pay,” he jokes. “Booooo.”
The valet gets the car for them and they drive out of the parking lot, full and happy. It’s dark out now – Reggie checks his phone for the first time all night and they must have been eating for two hours. He leans his head against the window and looks outside. The car rumbles against his brain.
“So,” Smudge says. “You still feeling nervous?”
“Not at all.”
“I told you it would go well.” He smiles. “What do you want to do, kid? I can have you over if you want, or I can let you go home. Whatever you want.”
“Can I hang out for a bit?”
“Of course!”
They pull into the driveway and Smudge opens the door for him. He puts his arm around Reggie’s shoulder and walks him inside.
“I gotta get out of this,” he laughs, “Especially after all that food. Gimme a sec, kid.”
Reggie uses the chance to change as well. He puts on a change of clothes he had in the car, which are beachy but so much more his style. Smudge walks downstairs in an open checkered shirt that shows off his belly and a nice pair of shorts.
“So, I know you said you didn’t want to do anything tonight…” He takes the seat next to Reggie on the couch and puts his arm around the bunny. “What are you thinking?”
“I don’t want you to think that I’m here just for, you know, the sex or anything else.”
“Yeah? How about I take you on another date, then? Then I’ll know.”
Reggie smiles and leans his head on the goat’s shoulder. “I think then I’d want to do something.”
“Here. How about we put something nice on TV and cuddle for a bit…” He undoes his belt and lets his shorts drop. He has on the cutest orange underwear underneath. “Then if one thing leads to another…”
“Deal.”
“Good bunny,” Reggie says. “Good good bunny.”
PART 6
Look at his lap.
Reggie is staring at Smudge’s lap right now. Not his crotch, although his crotch is another delightful thing to stare at, but his lap. He’s in the kitchen right now making tea for the both of them, and when he sits down he could easily just slide onto Smudge’s lap. Wouldn’t that be so nice? The big goat is sitting on the couch right now in a pair of boxer briefs and a tank top, eyes closed as he listens to the music playing over his speaker. He’s showing so much fluffy thigh. His stomach would be so soft and warm.
He closes his eyes.
Reggie’s living a great life right now – he doesn’t have to think about keeping up with school or playing any hockey or trying to court girls that don’t want him. He wakes up and goes either to the beach or to Smudge’s house, and Smudge’s house is just the beach. He lounges around while Smudge paints, the two get lunch and fuck if the vibe’s right or otherwise just cuddle, they talk and listen to music and cuddle some more and maybe fuck again. It’s so good. Earlier that day, they were on a date at the museum together looking at the abstract art and finding pieces that reminded them of each other. Now they’re hanging out in their underwear. How could that not be the good life?
It’s pretend fantasy land, obviously, in six short weeks Reggie has to go back to Canada and not see the sun for nine months, but he tries to hold onto it while he still can.
When Reggie checks back into reality, Smudge is looking at him with a smile. “You see something you like?”
“Just thinking, just thinking.”
“Alright,” he intones.
“Isn’t it nice how we can just hang out and close our eyes and think?”
“You’re cute,” Smudge says. “Come on over.”
“Can I sit on your lap?” Reggie asks with the tea in his paws. He places the cup on the counter.
Smudge slaps his thighs. “Take a seat, bunny.”
Reggie sits on his lap and it’s as good as he thought it would be. Smudge wraps his hooves under the bunny’s tee-shirt and ruffles up the fur on his tummy. He pets his thighs. It’s so intimate but it’s not sexual, somehow. They’re just cuddling.
Smudge gives him a kiss on the cheek.
“What were you thinking about?” Reggie asks, smiling.
“How good Pavement is. Jesus H, just pump ‘em into my veins.”
Reggie snickers. “They are good.”
“I was also wondering, just since you asked, if you’d want to stay over tonight.”
“Hm?”
“You always dip out at midnight. I don’t wanna make you drive home that late.” He smiles and tucks the end of his muzzle into the curve of Reggie’s neck. “Plus, my bed is all big and awfully lonely… I could use a cute lil bunny to cuddle with.”
“Would you have me?”
“Of course, bunny.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever even seen your bedroom.”
“No?” Smudge thrusts his crotch a little bit. Reggie thinks he’s just adjusting at first, but maybe the whole cuddling deal is a little more sexual than he thought when he feels the goat’s erection pressing against his butt. “You wanna see it?”
“Yeah. Yes.”
Smudge picks him up. It’s not the easiest since Reggie is a built hockey boy, but the goat is just tall enough and has just enough in him to carry Reggie bridal style all the way to the bedroom. Reggie giggles the whole way there – no one’s been able to lift him before, especially like this. He feels so small and cozy in Smudge’s arms. Smudge kisses his forehead.
In the bedroom, Smudge dumps the bunny on the bed. Reggie is all giggles. He sits up and looks around. “Woah.”
“Nice, ain’t it?”
The bedroom is so nice. It looks like a hotel room, almost, like with that same exciting feeling of staying in a place that’s just so much more luxurious than your daily life. The bed is made like it’s a hotel room, there’s a gigantic TV set across from the bed and a pair of double doors that lead out onto the beach. The AC is keeping the room much colder than the rest of the house. Smudge’s hooves keep him warm.
“What’s the painting on the wall?”
“Cy Twombly.”
“Right right right.”
Reggie returns his attention ahead of him where Smudge’s erection is waiting, tucked into his boxer briefs. He has a knowing smile on his face. “It’s no Cy Twombly, but…”
“May I?” Reggie asks.
“Please do, kid.”
Reggie places a paw on his bulge and leans his face in real close. He loves that Smudge is standing at the edge of the bed like this, his own legs tucked between his so there’s nowhere he can look but his bulge. Reggie worms his dick out and feels it in his paws. So nice and big and comforting. His dick used to feel exciting and a little scary but all it feels like now is love.
Reggie gives him head for a little bit. He’s perfected his head over these last few weeks. Smudge puts his hoof on the back of the bunny’s head and guides him perfectly. He doesn’t need to think about it anymore — he knows when to breathe, when to use his tongue, how to relax everything in him so Smudge can do all of the hard work. All he has to do is sit and feel the big dick inside of his throat.
As he pulls back, a trail of spit follows. Smudge wipes it from his chin and smiles. “You are so good at that, little bunny.”
“Thank you!”
“And that little bunny butt is looking so cute.”
Reggie flips over and shakes his tail a little. “What, this?”
Smudge pulls his shorts off without a second thought. No underwear underneath — no need for that kind of thing anymore.
He presses his fat cock up against the bunny’s butthole and waits to hear him whimper. “You want that dick, don’t you, kid?”
Reggie nods, pushing his head into a pillow. “Yes, sir.”
He gets a condom and a bottle of lube and lathers up his dick and the bunny’s butt. Reggie loves the way his fingers feel in there. He likes the way his cock feels more. The goat pushes in like it’s nothing and gives a good moan, then presses the rest of his cock into Reggie.
Smudge pushes all of his weight onto the bunny, running his hooves underneath his body and grabbing onto his pecs. He makes sure he covers every inch of Reggie’s body to keep him warm. And he fucks the bunny. Hard.
It’s loud – the two of them moan together and breathe together with each plap of Smudge’s crotch against Reggie’s butt. Smudge holds on tight and doesn’t let go.
Reggie tries to find a spot to focus on. At first he picks the Cy Twombly painting, but he finds the scribbles and lines rather unrepresentative of what being fucked feels like. It isn’t so chaotic. It’s pure warmth and pure pleasure. He looks out the window at the full moon instead as Smudge brings his body off of the bunny’s. Instead of Smudge moving his crotch to fuck Reggie, he puts his hooves around Reggie’s waist and moves his butt instead. Reggie grabs a pillow and holds on.
Soon enough, Reggie feels Smudge’s breaths deepen as they always do around this time. He wraps his hoof around and starts jerking Reggie off. Equivalent exchange – each time he pushes himself into the bunny’s body, Reggie strokes the bunny as well. Reggie thinks Smudge is going to cum in him any second now, but he stops.
“Waiiiit,” he moans. “I want you on me…”
And, amazingly, he picks Reggie up, still inside of him, and flips the two of them around. It’s amazing. Smudge falls onto the bed on his back, holding the bunny in front of him. His dick slips out but he voraciously stuffs it back in his partner and keeps fucking him. Reggie hangs onto the goat, closes his eyes, and takes his cock inside of him. Smudge keeps jerking him off.
“I’m going to cum inside of you, bunny,” he whispers into Reggie’s ear. “I’m gonna cum inside of you riiiiight now, little fucking bunny.”
And even with the condom on, Reggie feels each pulse of hot cum inside of his ass. He feels Smudge’s final gasp for breath and his body relaxing, the grip of his hoof releasing, pure pleasure overtaking the goat. That brings Reggie to orgasm as well. Smudge whispers sweet nothings the whole time, “Good boy”s and “Good bunny”s and “pretty pretty pretty”s the whole way through. He gives him a good kiss on the forehead as Reggie is lulled through orgasm, until he collapses on the bed with a smile on his face.
Being Smudge’s little spoon is so lovely. It’s a hug that never fucking ends. He loves the feeling of the goat’s flaccid dick pressed against him, his big stomach and his big arms, even his snoring. Reggie falls asleep with lube leaking out of him and a satisfied little smile on his face.
PART 7
Reggie loves Smudge.
That’s all he can think about anymore. Either he’s in Smudge’s arms, cuddling and kissing, Smudge running his hooves through his fur, touching every little part of his body – either he’s with Smudge or he’s thinking about Smudge. In his bedroom at night these days that he isn’t at Smudge’s, a rarity in these last two weeks before summer ends. Lounging at the beach. Eating breakfast. Texting his college friends. All he wants is to be with Smudge. Even with the flight plans back to college all arranged, even with his hockey buddies texting about the parties they’re already planning when everyone gets back, even with the slow lull of the summer slowly ramping back up as the school year is starting again. Smudge Smudge Smudge Smudge Smudge.
It’s love, he’s decided. There are a hundred other things he could call it – obsession, a fling, a situationship as his college buddies have with their not-girlfriends, a lifestyle, fucking weird. His mom thinks he has a girlfriend. His college buddies would never believe he got a girlfriend. But it’s love. The word just feels right in his chest as he makes the same drive over that he does every day. He loves Smudge. He’s old enough to be his dad and wide enough to make another Reggie and it doesn’t matter to him because he loves Smudge.
He knocks on the front door and Smudge brings him in with a hug. “Hi, bunny. Missed you last night.”
“I missed you too,” Reggie whispers into his chest.
Smudge kisses his forehead then lets him go. “You hungry, kid? I’m making breakfast.”
“Yeah. That would be nice.”
Reggie sits at the counter and watches the goat in front of him sing along to the radio as he makes the two of them pesto and sun-dried tomato breakfast sandwiches in his underwear. It would normally be a sight that he’d have to push his throbbing erection down into his pant leg at, and he still very much enjoys it. Now, though, he’s sitting with his head resting in his paw. He has less than two weeks left of this before the summer’s over.
Smudge drops a plate with a breakfast sandwich on it in front of Reggie with a smile. “OJ in the fridge if you want it.”
“Thank you.”
He takes the seat next to Reggie and puts his arm around the bunny, pulling him in close. “Are you doing okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“You seem a little down.” He lifts the bun of my sandwich, revealing a ketchup smiley face. “And that's not even helping!”
He smiles sadly at the ketchup. “Yeah. Just a little down about the summer ending.”
“Ohh. No more endless days laying on the beach?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re a hockey bunny anyway. Are you not excited to get back to that?”
“I dunno. Yeah.” Reggie swallows. “Sorry, I don’t want to be mopey.”
“You can be a little sad. That’s alright. It’s sad when things end.”
“Oh.”
The song on the radio continues but the pause is loaded.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Smudge says, rubbing his back. “Or do you just wanna eat?”
“Can we cuddle afterwards?”
“Of course we can cuddle, bunny.”
The sandwich is good. Everything he makes is fantasy-land good, like those sandwiches you have as a kid that you spend your entire life trying to fruitlessly create. The cuddling is wonderful. He is so soft and warm and Reggie tries to look like a sexy hockey boy instead of a blubbering mess. When they start making out on the bed, it takes the bunny’s mind off of it for a moment, and the sex that that eventually leads to also helps. On the bed, under yet another Rothko poster, Smudge shoves his big cock into the bunny’s ass and Reggie sees god with his head shoved into the pillow. It’s easy to forget everything when you’re getting fucked, when all there is to do is breathe in rhythm with the cock slapping into his butt.
As his plapping quickens, Smudge wraps his hoof around the bunny’s dick and starts jerking him off. Something about the sensation of Smudge’s dick entering his body in perfect synchronization with his dick being stroked makes everything in his body tense up in a perfect way. Everything has locked into place and he’s ready.
And then Smudge whispers something under his breath. It’s almost incidental the way he says it, like it’s not intentional but a by-product of the intensity of their sex. “Fuuuuuck, kid,” he says. “Cum for me bunny.”
It’s the pure love in that statement. The soft ownership. Being his kid and cumming for him – making it good to appease Smudge, because he truly cares that his bunny cums and that it feels good and he will do everything it takes to make him feel good. He is Smudge’s. Smudge is his.
As Reggie feels his body lurch into orgasm, that’s what makes him moan what he does.
“I love you,” Reggie moans in a long, low voice. “I loooooove youuuuuu.”
He feels the goat fill him with his seed, then collapse onto him as he customarily does. The both of them enjoy the feeling of having released, of getting to be a tangle of limbs and fur waiting for orgasm to subside. Smudge pulls out and rests his semi-flaccid dick on Reggie’s thighs. He takes the bunny in his arms and the two cuddle once more.
They remain like that for a few minutes, breathing in unison. They listen to birds outside. The sun streams through the window as the day begins outside.
Then Smudge speaks up. “Hey, kid.”
Reggie freezes up. He’s going to ask what the hell Reggie meant by what he said as he was cumming. People say things when they’re cumming, so what? “Yeah?”
“Tell me about your hockey team.”
“I’ve told you everything there is to know already.”
He snorts. “Okay, sure. Tell me again. Tell me what you love about hockey.”
Reggie can’t help but think there’s something up, but he won’t pass up an opportunity to talk about hockey. “I like… I like that I get hockey, you know? Ever since I was a little little kid I’ve gotten hockey, just gotten it, in my soul. I grew up on the beach but I always yearned for the rink, which is how I knew. And after so many hours of watching the game, so many hours of thinking about the game, so many hours of playing it, I understand it better than I understand myself. I get on that rink and it takes care of me. I don’t feel like I’m playing hockey. Hockey is playing me.” He snorts. “Or whatever.”
“Yeah.” Smudge scratches his head. “Yeah, bunny.”
“Why do you ask?”
Smudge takes in a deep breath, then takes another pause, looking for the right words. “You’re 19,” he says. “You’re just a kid. You gotta remember what you’re looking forward to.”
“Wh– Smudge, what?” He pulls away from Smudge and scrambles off the bed. He grabs his boxers and holds them in front of him so at least the cum dripping down his thighs is semi-covered. “Do you not… Smudge…”
“I love you too, kid. You’ve given me something beautiful. These were a beautiful few months we spent together. I love you. But I’m not what you need. There’s so much more out there for you, okay? You don’t want to be stuck here for the rest of your life. Go meet some girls your age and charm them with your smile, tell them about hockey and Rothko and all that. Go live.”
“Is it because I’m 19?”
“No no no. I told you.”
And then Reggie starts crying. He doesn’t want to, obviously. He’s a strong college hockey player. He doesn’t cry. But once the first tear comes out, he has to sit down on the bed as he starts bawling. Smudge sits next to him and rubs his back. He says nothing. He just lets Reggie cry, ugly cry really loudly, because he finally got the one thing he wanted and now it’s being ripped away from him.
“I could stay,” he says. “I could be your bunny… I could be your boyfriend. And we could cuddle every day, and make beautiful art, and kiss…”
“I know,” Smudge whispers. “I know.”
It hits him. No matter how hard he tries, it’s not going to work out. He isn’t getting what he wants. And that makes him pissed.
“What did you turn me into? Who the hell am I?” Reggie stands up. “This isn’t me. This isn’t fucking me.”
“Hey–”
“No. NO. I am not crying over a 40 year old man who doesn’t want me. I’m a fucking hockey player. I’m not this.” He starts putting his clothes on. “I’m going.”
“Okay,” Smudge says. “Okay. You’re going home?”
“I’m getting the fuck out of here.”
“Can you text me when you’re there, please?”
“NO! I’m not doing something for some asshole who doesn’t care about me.”
Smudge sighs. “Okay.”
Reggie stands at the door, barely dressed in his shorts and a tee-shirt, still a little wobbly. “See you.”
“Bye, bunny.”
And he closes the door.
PART 8
Summer is over.
Reggie sits in his room in his underwear, watching the ceiling fan spin around. He was watching hockey replays on his laptop but that lost his attention to the lazy spinning above him, the only thing in all of California that’s moving. Summer is going out with a bang – it’s about a hundred degrees right now and it’s only going to be getting hotter until autumn finally kicks in. His luggage is unzipped on the floor, clothing strewn about without any clear intention of being neatly folded and shipped back up to Canada.
Tomorrow, Reggie’s going back to college. Today, he’s sitting in the heat of California.
He’s been in his childhood bedroom these last few weeks. No point in going out after that whole fiasco. He made the decision to just wait out the rest of the summer here, surrounded by old hockey trophies and photos of him and his high school friends. Maybe it would be different if they were around. His mom isn’t even going to be around until she drives him to his flight tomorrow. His college buddies who are RAs or new student coordinators are already back on campus, sending texts about parties going on and who’s available to eat lunch right now. He’ll be with them tomorrow, or really the next day since his flight is getting in at 10 PM and he’ll want to sleep all of that off. He sighs.
He opens up his laptop where the teams are still even, 3-3 with five minutes left on the timer. He closes that tab and pulls up porn. He looks at the main page of Pornhub gay for a few minutes without getting aroused, college frat guys fucking other college frat guys with a beer in their hand, nothing interesting. He looks up “daddy porn” which gets him hard instantly, but he can’t will himself to click on any of the videos of 20-something guys fucking men three times their age. Reggie closes the laptop, erection in his paw, and goes back to looking at the ceiling.
There’s no use in moping around anymore, he decides. He’s gonna get one last good day at the beach, if only because the cool water will feel good against his fur and he’s not going to get any sunlight for nine months. He puts his Speedo on, grabs a beachy button-up, and heads out to his truck.
He blasts the AC in his car but his thighs still stick to the seat. He starts the car and he’s off.
The nude beach. The very same one he had to force himself to face at the beginning of the summer. He grabs his towel and slings it over his shoulder. The smell of salt water hits his nose and he smiles. The place isn’t quite as busy as he expected, probably because it’s a nude beach. There are most definitely schlongs and boobs in every direction but he’s not particularly interested in looking. He picks a spot on the sand and plants himself there. The sun bakes his fur.
No Smudge. None of him at all.
Reggie lays down in the sand and puts his sunglasses on.
Things are still weird with Smudge. He hasn’t seen him in nine days exactly. They haven’t texted much either. That night, Smudge texted to make sure he was okay and sent another text saying he’d be there if Reggie ever wanted to come over, but there was no pressure. Since then, a few good mornings and good nights that make Reggie want to throw his phone every time he looks at them. That’s it.
So then why is he back at the same beach they met at? He tells himself it’s just to be in the sun one last time, but he knows that’s not the reason.
He tears up a little, but no one can see it. He takes in a deep breath and forces himself to not cry. Of course he came out here for Smudge. Now that the goat isn’t here, he wants to drive back home, pack his suitcase and leave. What reason is there to be here anymore?
He sits up and brushes the sand off of his shoulders. He lowers his sunglasses.
Smudge.
It’s Smudge, emerging out of the water, looking just as beautiful in the nude as the day they met. He flips his long hair behind his back, then takes a second to adjust to the light of the beach. Reggie stands up and holds the sunglasses by his side.
The two make eye contact.
Smudge has an unsure look on his face, like he doesn’t know how he should be reacting right now. Reggie stares in fear and hope until a little smile finally creeps onto his face. Smudge smiles too and Reggie sighs in relief. Smudge nods and Reggie runs over.
And right there at the nude beach, on the edge of water and sand, the two reunite. Smudge wraps his big arms around the little bunny and Reggie plants his head into the goat’s chest. Smudge lays his wet head on top of Reggie’s. Sea water leaks down his back. Smudge’s flaccid penis is poking into Reggie’s Speedo, but neither of them are even thinking about that. Their tails shake in excitement as they hug each other until Smudge finally pulls away.
“Hi,” Reggie says.
“Hi,” Smudge responds.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Bunny…” He tilts Reggie’s chin up. Everyone at the beach surely enjoys the highly complicated, amorous, erotic and platonic reunion happening in front of them. “You’re leaving tomorrow.”
“I am.”
“Are you excited?”
He sniffs. Maybe he’s still crying a little. “I am.”
“That’s my bunny.” Smudge grins. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The air conditioning is so fucking nice. How the hell does anybody live without air conditioning? Smudge’s house feels like an ice rink right now and there’s nothing that could feel better. Reggie jumps onto his couch in his sun-dried Speedo. Smudge sits next to him. The two cuddle.
They sit like that for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s warmth. Smudge kisses his forehead and wraps his hooves around his chest, but it doesn’t feel sexual in the slightest. It feels right sitting on his lap. It feels so good.
After a while, Smudge finally speaks up. “Are you packed?”
“More or less.”
“Less?”
“Yeah. Got distracted by hockey.”
“Oh, I bet you’re excited about getting back to playing.”
“I miss it so much. Summer’s kind of over ripened by now.”
He chuckles. “I bet. Maybe I can take a visit up to Canada for some inspiration. It’s beautiful up there.” He rubs Reggie’s thighs. “Have an excuse to visit you.”
“Really?”
“I mean, if you’d have me, of course. I could watch one of your games. Wear a jersey with your number on it. Cheer louder than anyone else there.”
Reggie thinks about that for a moment. It would be so nice, his nice warm goat to be there for a few days. His friends would probably think he’s crazy, but that doesn’t even read as a problem right now. He could be a family friend or something. He could just be honest and say “this is my not-boyfriend who’s 20 years older than me” and all of his friends would agree that they have a better relationship than any of the hockey boys.
“I’d love that. I really would.”
“And I’ll always be here, if you ever visit over the summer. And you can text me whenever you want!”
“What if… what if I find a partner?”
“We can still be friends, even if we’re not having sex anymore. I mean, your partner would need to be a little open minded, but I trust you’d find a nice guy your age who’s dated someone 90 years old.”
Reggie laughs. “Yeah. Yeah.”
“I have a proposition.”
“Yeah?”
“We make a painting tonight that you can put in your dorm. Something to remind you of this summer. You stay here tonight, keep my bed warm for the night. Tomorrow morning, I drive you back to the beach so you can grab your truck and we say goodbye there.”
“Can we do that?”
“Let’s do that, bunny.” He kisses Reggie’s head again. “Let’s do that.”
For all the talk about painting they’ve done, the two have never sat down and actually painted something. It’s a lot harder than Reggie expected. Of course he proved that he understood abstract art, that he was past the baseline level of thinking it was pointless and untalented, but making it is a whole new thing. It’s hard to not make something that looks like it would go in a hotel lobby. They spend a couple of hours on it, working in tandem. Eventually Reggie makes something he’s happy to show Smudge, who gives it a one over and a grin.
“Very, very good. A new Jackson Pollock.”
“What did you do?”
Smudge points the painting towards him. It’s a little hard to make out now that the sun’s gone down, but it’s a blue piece in the vein of Rothko.
“I call it Ice Rink.”
“Woah.” It really does look like an ice rink, now that he says it. “Hey!”
“Put that up in your museums, huh?”
“I love it.”
“Yeah?”
“I really do.”
“It’s yours.”
They go to bed and cuddle after that. After all the sex, after getting his ass eaten out on the porch and effectively losing his virginity in the back of his truck, a whole summer of getting a dick rammed into him in every position possible, it’s nice to not have sex. They’re both hard, obviously, but they spend the time cuddling and talking until they’re both lulled into sleep in each other’s arms.
In the morning, when Smudge’s seven AM alarm goes off and the two of them are thrust awake, that’s when they have sex. It’s so beautiful. So sleepy and so warm. Smudge knows exactly what Reggie likes, exactly where to put his hooves, which parts of his body to scratch and which to rub. The ocean calmly laps outside as the sun rises. Smudge pins Reggie down and presses his hard cock against his asshole.
“Is it okay if we don’t use a condom?” Smudge whispers. “I wanna fill you up, bunny.”
Reggie moans back. “Please fill me up…”
“Good bunny. You know I will.”
It’s the greatest feeling. They breathe in synchrony as Smudge pushes himself into the bunny, each plap of his balls against his butt making the both of them moan. Reggie has nothing else to think about as he’s getting fucked. He doesn’t think about college, he doesn’t think about hockey, he doesn’t think about leaving. There’s no reason to think about not having the goat on top of him when the goat is on top of him right now. They kiss, breathing into each other’s mouths when it gets too pleasurable to focus on kissing. Eventually Smudge’s cadence quickens and Reggie finds himself filled up with Smudge’s cum, so warm and so soft inside of him.
They cuddle until the sun is fully up and they both decide it’s the right time to leave. The drive back to the beach is quiet. As the sun rises and the sky turns blue, the two of them take a spot on the beach and, fully clothed, look off at the beach. Smudge puts his arms around Reggie and kisses his forehead.
“The sky is so blue,” Reggie says. “Very Ice Rink.”
“Very Ice Rink indeed.” Reggie sniffles. Smudge pulls him in tighter. “You’re gonna be okay, bunny.”
“I’m gonna miss you.”
“I know.”
“I missed you so much these past few days and I don’t know if I can do that again.”
“You can. I know you can.”
“You think so?”
He nods. “I love you, kid.”
“I love you, Smudge.”
PART 9
Reggie flops down onto his dorm room bed. They don’t do this in the workforce, he thinks. There, you go to work for eight hours. Ten hours, maybe, but then you get two legally required lunch breaks. Today, Reggie woke up at 6 AM and wasn’t in bed until 10 PM. 16 hours straight. Hockey practice, three classes and a lab, studying in the library, a meeting with his Computational Engineering group, and a terse two hour shift at the tech support desk. He got maybe 20 minutes of down time the whole day, scarfing lunch while running between buildings across campus.
All of his muscles practically give out. He’s still in his hockey uniform, still has his backpack on, still has a package of Oreos sitting on his desk that he wants to eat before he passes out, but it’s like he can’t will himself to move at all. It feels so good to be doing nothing.
He lets it wash over him for a second before sitting up. He wriggles his phone out of his pocket and finds the name in his texts. As good as passing out right there sounds, there’s still someone he wants to talk to.
Reggie clicks the little Facetime icon and holds his breath until he picks up.
There’s Smudge. Reggie smiles and lets out a sigh of relief. “Hey.”
“Hi, little bunny! One second.”
Smudge is out on the deck, reading in the moonlight. He places the book down and repositions the camera. He looks so good. Even the little patch of fur visible through his undone top button makes Reggie warm inside.
“There we go. How are you, kid?”
“Goooood.” Reggie smushes his face against the mattress and holds his phone out. “Long day.”
“Aww, yeah. You look tired. What’d you get up to?”
Reggie gives a point-by-point explanation of the day, Smudge nodding all the while. They’ve been through this routine before – college Reggie complains a lot more than Summer Reggie.
“I missed you,” he says at the end. “It’s nice having stuff to do but I miss our long long days together. I kept wanting to text you but I couldn’t.”
“I miss you too, Reg,” Smudge says. “It’s funny. I had all my friends over today for wine and they’re all getting divorced.”
“Realllly?”
“Yeah. Goldie and his wife are on the outs – did I tell you about him? – and Jackie and her wife. Crackling and fizzing.”
“Rough. Did you tell them your highly erotic highly amorous 20-year-old not-boyfriend was back at school?”
He laughs. “They know already. Somehow we have the most stable relationship of all of them.”
Reggie flips over. “I miss youuuu.”
“You’re so cute.”
“Yeah?”
“What, when you’re splayed out like that in your jersey? Yeah, you’re cute.”
Reggie lifts up his shirt. “You think this is cute?”
“What are you trying to do?”
He flexes his abs. Now that it’s hockey season again, all of his muscles are coming back. He rubs them with his paw. “Nothin’.”
“Pretty little bunny.” Reggie lifts his jersey further, showing off his nipples. “C’mon, are you trying to get me hard?”
“Something wrong with that?” Reggie grins. “Can I see?”
“Horny little bunny.” Smudge laughs and stands up. “Let me get inside, kid. One second.”
Reggie rumbles with excitement. He touches his dick through his shorts under the view of the camera. “You’re so hot,” he whispers. “Oh, I missed you so much.”
Smudge sets up the camera in the living room and steps back, wrangling his dick out of the fly of his shorts. He holds it with a hoof and grins. “You missed this, huh?”
“I did, I did.” Reggie is full on jerking off now through his shorts, fondling the head of his dick through two thin layers of fabric. He’s too horny and tired to even think about what he’s doing. “Mmm, you’re so fucking sexy.”
“How about you, bunny? What’s going on down there?”
Reggie flips the camera around and shows him his erection tenting in his shorts. He pulls them down around his legs and lets his dick spring out.
“Sight for sore eyes,” Smudge says. He takes the camera and sits down on the couch with it. “Look at that.”
“Smudge…?”
“Yeah, bunny?”
“Do you wanna jerk off together?”
He smiles. “You sure you aren’t too tired?”
“I gotta stay awake for this.”
“I do, bunny.”
Reggie puts his phone down and strips naked. He gets everything else off his bed as well, letting it fall to the floor, then finds a good position to put his phone. It’s really just a shot of his dick and a little bit of the hockey posters behind him, but is there anything else in the world you really need to see? Smudge gets a good angle where Reggie can see both his dick and his face, his dick way in the foreground almost covering his muzzle. He loves the way Smudge rests his free hoof on his belly.
“Good bunny,” Smudge whispers. “Mmmm. So pretty. So excited to strip nude, huh? Let the day wash away? Get in his bed all comfy and jerk off for me? You’re such a pretty bunny.”
The two begin to stroke themselves, a thousand miles away but keeping the same rhythm. They’ve done this a few times before – all of their sex back in California was a lot more involved, so Smudge tends to dial the sweet nothings up to eleven to make up for it. It makes Reggie feel all warm inside. He leans back and lets Smudge’s voice take him away.
“Oh, I can’t wait until I visit you up there. That’ll be nice, won’t it? I’ll come to one of your hockey games and cheer the loudest out of anyone there. I’ll take you to a nice restaurant, get some food in you that isn’t from the dining hall? We’ll get a hotel room with a nice big bed, mmmm, and I’ll fuck you all night. You’d like that, little bunny. I’ll push you into the bed and kiss you all over, every inch of your fur. I’ll push myself deep inside of you and fuck you until I’m right on the edge, then pull myself right out. I’ll make it worth our while, huh? Fuck you until you’re aching, until you can’t take it anymore. Then I’ll let you cum. That sounds nice, doesn’t it? I bet it does.”
Reggie lets out a little moan. “I love you,” he whispers.
“I love you too, bunny.” Smudge stops stroking for a second. “Can I get you into a specific position?”
“What do you want?”
“Can you lie with your butt and your thighs facing the camera, and then tuck your dick between your thighs?”
“Like this?” He settles into the position, head on his pillow. The tension on his dick feels amazing.
“Gooooood. Good good good. That’s what I wanna see.”
“I’m sleepy,” Reggie says now that he’s in a good pose for sleeping. It washes over him. “Mmm, I’m sleepy.”
“Hold on, bunny, just a little longer. I wanna see you cum.”
Reggie starts jerking himself off again. It’s a little precarious but it feels amazing. The sound of Smudge’s forearm slapping against his thigh only adds to the feeling.
“You’re so beautiful,” Smudge says. “You’re the most beautiful little bunny in the world.”
“I’m gonna cum,” he says, not trying to hold back anymore. The next door neighbors will have to take it up with the RA. “I’m gonna cum…”
“Cum for me, beautiful.”
Reggie pulls his dick up, and in a few more strokes, lets a few thick ropes of cum land all over his thighs.
“Good good good good good,” Smudge says, bringing himself to orgasm as well. “Fuck, you are so beautiful.”
More drips down and coats his fur. He wants to move his head, bring his camera closer to him and look at Smudge’s face, talk about how much he wants to kiss him, but he’s lulled into sleep much quicker than he thinks. His breathing regulates and the cum drips down and he is so warm and so cozy and oh so soft.
“Goodnight, bunny,” are the last words he hears before he’s out. “I love you.”
