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.”
