Ozzie and RJ


It was a little past midnight and most of the family was knocked out by a sugar coma. This was the only time Ozzie felt safe to be alone at night now with the nocturnal nature of many of his family members, his daughter in particular. And after checking to make sure that that beloved daughter was snuggled up safe against the bag of chips she was using as a pillow, the possum slinked quietly out of the log and into the wood. 


He’d squirreled away a few things for his alone time, and after popping open a can of coke and a bag of chips, Ozzie propped his feet up on RJ’s recliner in front of the TV. After taking a second to savor the simple pleasure of having the remote all to himself, he flicked the TV on and surfed his way to the nature channel. 


“Ohhh, yes…” A quivering sigh escaped his maw as the screen sprang to life in front of him. He could hardly believe his luck to have caught a late night special on vermin of the suburbs on the TV guide earlier that week. However, he was absolutely stunned by the luck of his timing, happening to turn on the screen just in time for the cameraman to catch a pair of raccoons mid-tryst. Nervously he fiddled with the volume to silence some playful yips coming from the action. 


He was getting hot a bit faster than planned now. He squirmed to get comfortable in the chair as his loins sprung to life, twitching eagerly. As tempted as he was to play with them, he knew that such a long wait deserved an equally tender approach. So, with one leg over an armrest and stretching as though he was inviting the raccoons to join him, Ozzie sipped his cola and casually crunched on a tortilla chip. 


With a sigh, the possum stretched and eyed his own crotch lustfully. “It has been… far too long… since we enjoyed this…” His cock twitched back at him, having shown itself in full now. For the time being, he was happy to let it hang heavy against his belly, drifting just slightly downwards. It was so tempting to reach out and start stroking already. 


So, he distracted himself, turning back to the television, where a cheerful raccoon had made its way on screen. While nothing particularly sexy was going on anymore, the coon was not shy, standing on two legs to greet the camera and unabashedly showing off a set of large, round testicles. Ozzie was not picky about lovers, having waited so long, and chose to imagine that the raccoon was showing off just for him.


In the possum’s mind, the image morphed from one of simple greeting to active seduction. The chirps becoming a mating call as the raccoon took on more girlish features, swaying his hips and sending him a playful wink. Without realizing it, Ozzie closed his eyes as a claw finally wandered down to his groin. He could almost smell the heat coming from the beast. “Such, bestial lust…” he mumbled as he finally lifted his pulsing manhood in a paw, imagining it was the beast on screen. 


“Hey there, big guy. What are you up to?”


Ozzie’s eyes shot open at the sound of a familiar voice interrupting the seductive chirps of his imaginary, raccoon lover. When he saw the very real raccoon standing in between him and the TV, looking far less seductive and far more smug, he panicked. Reflexively, Ozzie shot up an arm and let loose a horrified squeak before going limp. 


RJ chuckled at the sight and took a step towards the possum. However, before he could respond to the show, Ozzie doubled down. “Oh, cruel fate!” He shouted and raised his hand again before once more going limp; this time with an added flair of allowing his tongue to hang out the side of his mouth. 


“Uh-huh, yeah. Cruel fate and all that.” RJ rolled his eyes and pointed at the possum. “You know I can still see you, right, Ozzie?” He smirked and waved his finger dramatically before pointing to the hefty shaft hanging against Ozzie’s hip. “And I do mean, all of you.”


Unsure of what to do, Ozzie stayed frozen, staring dead-eyed at RJ even as the raccoon’s attention drifted much more definitively to the possum’s pulsing shaft. Ozzie broke out in a sweat as he watched RJ edge closer to his groin, eventually crouching in front of it. The chirping of the coons on TV became a bit more playful as RJ reached out to fondle his friend.


“I gotta admit, pal, I’m impressed.” RJ wrapped a paw around the shaft and gave it a squeeze. “Ooh, and firm too. Nice.”


Blushing, Ozzie lifted his head and rolled his eyes. “Well, it’s really not all that impressive…” Cautiously he leaned forward, trying subtly to spot RJ’s own endowments as he feigned humility. When he realized he wouldn’t have any fortune seeing it from this angle, he looked back to RJ’s face. The raccoon had an enormous grin on his face. “I mean… is it?”


RJ chuckled. “Had a feeling there was still some life in you.” He summarily ignored the question and turned to the TV. “You know when I heard a mating call, I can’t exactly say I expected this. Didn’t know you had a thing for raccoons, Ozzie.” On the TV, the camera was now passing over a trio of raccoons dashing out from behind a dumpster; a chorus of decidedly carnal screeches having just concluded. 


“Well… it just… happened to be on…” Ozzie tried once again to get a peak as RJ turned around, but the raccoon crossed his legs before he could see anything. 


“Oh. Then I guess you don’t want any help with that?” RJ nodded towards Ozzie’s dick, running his whiskers over it briefly. The possum’s face said enough as he shivered from the contact, and RJ decided he was done playing around. He dashed right into his own seat on the recliner, and right on top of Ozzie. “It’s cool, man. Been awhile for me too.”


Ozzie went bright red as he finally got a view of RJ’s groin. The raccoon made a show of it too, first crawling until he was face to face with the possum, then stretching up to a proper seat on the arm of the recliner before sliding into the possum’s lap. His hard, thick dick was framed by a set of hefty balls that seemed to swing as he then wiggled his hips, seemingly reading Ozzie’s mind to perform the perfect show. 


“W-wow…” Ozzie shakily reached out and wrapped his claws around RJ’s hips. “You’re… so…”


“Sexy. Yeah, I know.” RJ leaned forward again and wrapped a paw around the possum’s neck. “You should probably know, I’m also not patient. So how about we spare the dramatics for round one and get to the good part?”


Just in case Ozzie considered attempting any foreplay, RJ leaned in further and took the initiative by wrapping his fangs around the possum’s neck. As planned, any words were cut off by an affectionate squeak as Ozzie’s dick stood at full attention. With a quick grind of his own crotch along Ozzie’s belly, RJ allowed the cock to rise into a position perfectly in line with his ass. Ozzie, for his part was kind enough to move his claws back from the hips and to RJ’s cheeks, spreading them nice and deliberately. 


RJ pulled away from the possum’s neck and chuckled again as he reached back to grab that dick in a paw. “Glad you’re getting with the program, daddy.” He winked and wasted no more time, though he did notice the dick pulsing in his paw with the comment. Ozzie was momentarily tense, but before he could consider any discomfort, the raccoon slid back and impaled himself powerfully on the rigid shaft. 


Both Ozzie and RJ let loose with a shout of surprise, seeing stars as the sensations quickly overwhelmed them. RJ was thankful for the short bit of fingering he’d allowed himself beforehand, shocked by the sheer size of the situation he’d gotten himself into. Ozzie on the other paw, was delirious.


The possum moaned with wild desire, holding tight to RJ’s rear as he started forward with slow, powerful thrusts that went along with each long moan. He wasted no time in bottoming out, dizzy and barely thinking of the raccoon other than as the sexy image that was grimacing and twitching in front of him. 


RJ knew how to go with the flow, and soon enough was using that steady, if slow, rhythm to hit just the sweet spot he needed that huge dick to reach. While he groaned with discomfort, every other thrust was punctuated with a fierce grimace of shocking pleasure it had been way too long since he’d last felt. His face tightened into a snarl and his ass clenched wildly around Ozzie, tighter and tighter as he began to reach for his own dick. 


The pair didn’t last long before the raccoon tightened too much to allow for more movement, much as Ozzie tried. With the possum at full depth inside of him, RJ, threw his head back and groaned, tightening the paw on his dick as he was overcome. 


A splash of cum on his nose almost woke Ozzie from his delirium. However, he was soon thrown even deeper with the spasming of his raccoon lover’s asshole. A dramatic wail punctuated his own orgasm as he threw his head back, claws digging viciously into RJ’s hips. 


Ozzie had no idea how long he was left in that state, but eventually the stars cleared to reveal RJ, still straddling him. Though RJ was free of the possum’s grip, Ozzie’s hands remained stiff until he came to. With a smirk, the raccoon slicked his hair back and laughed. “Hoo, thought I was in trouble there for a second. You okay there, man?”


It took a moment for Ozzie to realize that his tongue had rolled out of his mouth in his bliss, but after he rolled it back in, he was able to confirm that he was just fine. “I… think I’m okay.” He lifted himself to a seat, wrapping an arm around RJ’s neck. “Sorry… It has been… awhile.”


RJ shook his head and casually grabbed the hand. “Yeah well, let’s not make sure it’s awhile next time, okay?” He winked and nodded toward the television. “I think I know where we can get a video camera, what do you say for round two we make a better documentary than this pile, eh?”