This is Wambiri's part of the art trade, and with his permission I posted it here too ^^
I really like how Wambiri draws his kangaroos, and He is actually one of the first furs I watched when I made an FA years ago. Its an honor to get a drawing from Him!
Artwork is done by:
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/wambiri
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I wanna thank zfqfmib for this story too, she really made this trade more special by adding a story to it, that was really nice of her to do that for Us. She really did an awesome job capturing both our trades in the story, and I love the details she put into the story.
Show these two some love! and by love I mean watch them, WATCH them hard!!
The original submission by Wambiri is right here:
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/24809942/
Enjoy ^^
The Roo-Riding Rodent
'Hot' is relative.
For creatures used to it the day was actually rather cool. It was late winter, heading into spring. The sky was clear that particular day and the sun was shining brightly on what many would have considered a desert landscape. Yet it was lush and green in spots and a lot of the native fauna were sunning themselves in a rare moment of warmth amidst a season of rain and cold.
For the squirrel it was sweltering.
The particular details of how said squirrel had found himself in the midst of a southern continent, in the barren, acorn-less wastes of Australia, were complex and convoluted. He'd recently been complaining of how cold the arctic tundra was yet now his thick winter coat made him pant. To him the sun beat down like a palpable force; the instant he left the shade it flattened him against the burning ocher ground. Everything was strange, alien; the trees, the vegetation, the animals. Strange birds laughed at him, properly laughed, from the trees while very suspicious looking snakes peered out from under rocks. The entire scenario was so distracting that he completely failed to notice the massive animal in front of him until he literally walked into them.
"Oof!"
"Hey watch it mate!"
Skater, the squirrel, looked up from where he had landed on his tail. And up, and up... The creature in front of him was massive, absolutely massive. If they'd been on all fours they would have been able to pass as a sheep, at least in terms of sheer size. Instead it stood on two impressive, rabbit-like hind legs. But perhaps some sort of mutant squirrel was the best description of the creature; it held the same upright posture; two smaller arms held in front of it, with a large, blunt muzzle and smallish pointed ears. It even had a long tail... though this one was truly astounding, not bushy-furred but covered in the same short, coarse fur that ran over the rest of the animal, bar its head, which held some locks of darker hair. The tail was easily as long as the creature's whole body, and thicker than a leg at its base; tapering only gradually. He stared dumbly up at it... no him... As different as the two were, some things were universal and he could scent a definite maleness on the creature; feral and slightly musty but definitely recognizable. The curious creature was unlike anything the traveling buck had ever seen before.
"Holy shit..."
"Yeah. What in God's good Earth are you?"
"Skater... I mean a squirrel... you?"
"Kangaroo, names Wambiri. I'm thinking you're a bit lost."
The squirrel nodded; that was putting it mildly. He'd hoped to make a quick escape from somewhere cold but had, through extraordinary circumstances found himself someplace far, far too hot and somehow even more remote from his cozy squirrelhole back home. And winter was coming, there were nuts to gather. Of course here winter was leaving... wasn't it? He was pretty sure this was the southern hemisphere... which was opposite somehow. Or maybe that was the tides... Also...
"Wait, aren't you supposed to have a pouch? I'm sure tha- Oh wait, I see it now."
So this was a kangaroo. They looked far different outside of TV or cartoons. More feral, a lot bigger. Sharper claws. He's expected some sort of massive, stomach-wide pouch too, large enough to ride in, at least for a squirrel. But his new friend's chest was bare, a sheer wall of light tan fur. It was only looking down that he saw something, a much smaller and flatter affair than he'd expected, between the powerful hind legs, quite close to the broad base of the tail, almost unnoticeable in the fur. Which, after thinking about it, made sense; open pouches would fill up with dust, or rain or something. Of course it wouldn't be so obvious as he'd been expecting.
Overcome with the extreme curiosity inherent in his kind he couldn't resist getting a closer look. It was terribly impolite to do so, especially without asking, but in the moment he didn't give any thought to it; people were rude with him all the time after all and the male seemed friendly enough. He stepped briskly forward, reached up and tugged pouch open.
"Hah, nah. Y'see pouches are for raising young, boomers have 'em but I'm a bu-uuuck~!"
The massive male stiffened, his voice rising in pitch the instant the rodent's paw made contact, before choking off into nothing. The squirrel didn't notice however, since he was now utterly engrossed in the unusual anatomy. Upon investigation the pouch was far more compact than Skater had expected; its opening had looked quite small from the outside, but even with both paws he couldn't stretch it wide enough to even stick his head inside, how could a young 'roo possibly have fit? Maybe it was because he was dealing with a fellow male, he wondered, or possibly they were quite compact until they were needed to stretch. There was certainly some give to it, he could fit in both paws and a further tug opened it a little wider, though it was now quite taut. The interior was nice though, inserting a paw a bit deeper he could feel it was warm, reasonably dry and had a velvety texture to it. Amused he wriggled his fingers, looking at their outlines in fur and skin move outside the pouch. There was another shocked noise from the 'roo as he pushed deeper, sinking his paw in up to the elbow, where exploring fingertips brushed against what seemed to be the bottom. There was a wonderfully strange warm, clinging sensation around his arm as he flexed slightly. It was only then that he noticed the trepidation of his new acquaintance and a rising pressure from inside the 'pouch' Even then in fact it wasn't until something hot and slick began to push up against him that he paused.
"Wait... hang on..."
"Yeah, nah, NOT a pouch..."
"Ah..."
The brushtail froze in place, his paw still stuffed in securely inside what he now realized was a sheath of some kind, unsure what to do. A rising tide of embarrassment added to the heat he felt as he stood there dumbly. Somewhat sheepishly he withdrew his paw; a strange, but recognizable musk clung to his fur, increasingly obvious as the seconds ticked by. The somewhat invasive experience had evidently had an effect on the larger male, his sheath was now considerably more swollen and visible as a sharply pointed tip peeked from it. Indeed in his rush to explore the squirrel had neglected just how prominent a mound was positioned beneath the big buck's tail, a now unmistakable marker of maleness.
"Well that's certainly a warm welcome; I'm more for handshakes m'self, but I like your style."
"Hah. Sorry. These sort of things just seem to happen to me. I was uh... curious."
"I'll say. Are you done poking about, or d'ya want t' have another minute or two?"
There was a quiet pause.
"Uh... could I?"
"Sure, go right ahead; I'm curious now."
The squirrel's nose twitched as he leaned closer, splayed whiskers brushing over the coarse fur of the larger animal. It had been some time indeed since he'd been around such a large male and the kangaroo's anatomy was remarkable. Now that he knew what he was looking at he could see a heavy pair of nuts sitting comfortably above the emerging shaft. He reached out a paw gingerly and cupped one in it, feeling its warmth and weight before using both paws to investigate further. Given their position the two orbs didn't hang in the same way his own did, and not just because each was so much larger. The furred sack wasn't as loose as it was in other males he'd enjoyed, though both kitmakers moved freely as he massaged them, admiring their weight and form.
These actions only encouraged the emergence of the 'roo's shaft. This too was unique; at first the squirrel thought it resembled his own in both size and shape, but as inch after inch began to emerge it became apparent that in fact it was merely very sleek and pointed. He could easily wrap a paw around its tip, but it thickened steadily towards the rapidly emerging base. As the buck began to fondle and stroke the lengthening member he also began to notice how very alive it seemed; he was well acquainted with the usual rise of a male, a thick, rigid shaft that grew longer and harder the more it was roused. But this was different again, the length seemed to twist and curl in his grip. His suspicions were confirmed when the narrow tip curved almost completely around his paw, holding him surprisingly firmly. A firm twitch jiggled his paw in an amusing facsimilie of a handshake.
"Huh... that's quite the trick."
"Yeah, when the ladies have a tail as thick as our do you need to be a bit... flexible down there."
And still it kept coming; the 'roo had continued to grow more aroused as they spoke. As the smaller male continued to stroke and paw at the musky length it continued to grow, inch after inch, soon it was as long as the squirrel's arm, then a bit longer. It took considerable effort to run both soft paws up and down the flexible shaft, even when it finally stopped growing and stood long and proud between the massive buck's thighs. The brushtail stood back and admired it for a few seconds, impressed at the sheer length that throbbed and flexed before him, slightly intimidated yet incredibly aroused. Almost without thinking he stepped forward, now only a whisker away from the broad, flat chest of the marsupial as he reached both paws forward and grasped once more at the entrancing maleness.
It was smooth and hot, radiating a gentle warmth that could be felt even over the oppressive heat of the evening. The scent of arousal and virility hung in the humid air as he pulled it closer to himself, able to softly brush the sleek cock against the entirety of his chestfur as he pressed close. The strange yet enticing situation began to trigger his own passions as a hot pink tip began to press from his own, smaller sheath. He looked down and watched it, examining himself as he got hard. He was, of course, no match, in terms of plain size, for the other male; his squirrelhood rapidly attaining its full length as each beat of his pulse in his ears drove another inch from him. The newly emerged shaft was rubbing blissfully against the base of the larger member, a slightly darker shade of pink and far more rigid by comparison. For a few seconds Skater pushed close, almost hugging the other male as he sensuously ran his paws up and down the firm curves of the proud fuckstick. Eventually though he had to pull back, momentarily perplexed as to what to do next.
"Oh yeah, that's nice, those are some cute lil' paws you have there. Pity y' can't do anything else to it, but you're doing a fine job as is."
"Oh really? You'd be surprised what I can handle."
"That so?"
"Oh definitely. What exactly did you have in mind?"
"Hang on, lemme just lie down a bit..."
Taking his cue the marsupial stepped back, holding onto a nearby tree and getting awkwardly onto his back. His sizeable feet and tail had to be carefully tucked and shifted, having limited flexibility as he laid the curve of his spine against the tree trunk and sat there, legs spread wide, tail jutting out between them. From this position the strange cock took an unusual angle, curling up towards his stomach, pointing almost directly at his face. This was a position the squirrel was familiar with, especially in regards to larger males. He waited until the bigger buck had stopped moving before scrambling a little uncertainly up his side, eventually standing on the gently heaving stomach, the slick member directly behind him. It was time to impress; the curious marsupial would get a taste of everything a squirrel could do.
"...there. If y' think you can do anything else, be my guest. Should be a bit easier to handle in this position."
"That's perfect. Now... time for a little preparation..."
The rodent had a definite endgame, but it would require a little groundwork to ensure things went smoothly. Stepping up to the sleekly curved meat he was pleased to see it angle itself to meet him, standing more upright as he once more gripped it, paw closing tightly around the tip. If only his own member could be so agile... No matter, he had other skills. Opening his muzzle wide he guided the ending inch inside it, pleased that he could do so without it touching the sides. Once in position he began to flick his tongue against the tapered tip in soft, sharp strokes, whisking off of the end with a wet lapping sound. The 'roo buck grunted in pleasure at the almost impossibly light licking that flitted over the very end of his length. Growing bolder the squirrel began to pump first one paw, then both along the shaft, slipping them down as far as they could go while still encircling it before raising them once more. Each slow, even stroke squeezed as tightly as he could manage around the thick meat as the diminutive buck finally closed his mouth and began to suck. Slowly but surely he pressed forward, taking more and more of the kangaroo cock into himself, carefully pushing down his gag reflex as the twitching tip bumped the back of his throat.
Wambiri tensed; the smaller buck was remarkably talented. Initially he hadn't expected the strange creature to be able to take more than just the very tip of him, at either end. But now his length was drawn inexorably forwards into the slick maw, the sound of a clenching, gulping throat growing louder and louder as the squirrel expertly swallowed around him with every breath; turning something that should have made him gag into an easily manageable blow. He stiffened as the warm embrace wrapped around yet more of his member, grasping as tightly as the two paws sharing his shaft. He could feel the true motion of the hungry throat now; it wasn’t just opening and closing, it was a slow wave of muscular contraction that started closer towards the base and rolled its way smoothly to his tip. With barely an inch inserted another undulation of motion pulled him deeper still, swallowing more of his member in an instant. He gasped loudly in surprise and pleasure and in turn the squirrel gave a chuckle, well aware of the skill he was displaying.
He could not only hear but, amazingly, feel the buck’s laugh, a series of buzzing vibrations that tingled down his length from the captive tip deep into its base. He felt a rising heat in response, his far larger body at the mercy of the rodent’s as he enjoyed what was perhaps the most singular blowjob f his life. Wambiri wanted to grab onto something, his paws scrabbling at the dirt as he felt the brushtail pull him in; a slow, stroking sensation that crept up his shaft as if trying to milk him. There was no escape from it; another clench washed up along his cock as it vanished further into that blissfully tight ring of clinging muscle. Though it was constricting, his shaft could still jerk and quiver and probe about. But it was like being wrapped up snugly in silk; his dick could easily move a certain distance, curling and curving as he would to find a boomer's slit, but the moment he relaxed, it was pressed back into the easiest shape for the buck to swallow.
He hadn't expected Skater to be anywhere near this good; his instincts were screaming at him now, commanding his body to buck and thrust up into the gripping warmth. This wasn't the first time he'd been in such an awkward position, and he had a great deal of control over himself, but if he'd been aware just what he was in for he would have asked to be restrained at least a bit, to hold his body in check. In desperation he reached with both paws, pressing them firmly onto the ground and digging his fingers into the dry dirt, leaving deep furrows as he gripped at the earth itself. On some level this helped, a bit, allowing him to tense and hold back the rising desire he felt. But he wasn't sure how long he'd be able to hold off, especially as once again yet more of him slipped further into that ever hungry ring, sliding in easily on the saliva coated, muscular surface and disappearing down a seemingly bottomless tunnel.
And yet... forcing himself to focus on the smaller male he could see that hardly any of him was inside at all! The buck was on his knees now, holding his cock down as he noisily suckled at the end of it, but there surely couldn't have been more than an inch or two inside... but that certainly wasn't how it felt. A lapping, darting tongue played around every inch that wasn't in the grasp of the expertly controlled gullet, eagerly lubricating his shaft with saliva and easing its passage deeper into the buck. Right at that moment Skater swallowed again, seeming to be able to sense the perfect time to render the 'roo even more shocked than before. Wambiri could see the buck’s expression; he was smirking around the intruding meat, a wordless gloating at his own skills. He squirmed, that was the only thing he could do, his arms and legs straining to hold their position against the silky sensation of the muzzle’s tight embrace, but there was no denying he wouldn't be able to hold off forever. Climax was still some way away but he'd need to move sooner or later. He could feel himself on the verge of leaking, a building heat rising in his shaft, just one more stimulating step away. He saw the squirrel look back at him and his strained expression, and wink.
With a noisy gulp, that last swallow came. Wambiri felt his his length once more compressed by the almost crushing tightness of Skater’s throat as yet more sank into a slick caress, a blissful embrace. He threw his head back and groaned as he felt a tremor jink up his cock and bloom forth within the hungry squirrel; a burst of pre consumed as quickly as it had appeared. With a muffled noise, the smaller buck gave another gentle purr that vibrated the 'roo's rod, seeming to sink deep into him until his whole body could feel it somehow. Skater lifted a forepaw, and pressed it against the now easily noticeable bulge at the base of his throat, gently stroking it almost thoughtfully, still showing no signs of even slight discomfort. Indeed he seemed to enjoy holding it there, right at the limit of what the rodent could handle, breathing noisily through his nose. The pair remained locked that way for some time, the 'roo rod clenched firmly in the grasp of tight muscle; his own body tested and teased with every wiggle and spasm of his length. Every movement and spasmsoftly but firmly forced back in line by the natural ministrations of of muzzle and paw. Wave after slow wave of motion slowly glided over the tapered tip, each one drawing a fresh burst of hot liquid from the big buck, the comparatively copious load leaking straight into a squirrel stomach. It was obvious Skater was stretching things out, but finally, as his stomach gave a low, pleased gurgle, he finally pulled back.
The buried length slipped free of the hungrily grasping maw with a messy, wet slurp, thin trails of pre linking it to the fuzzy muzzle before the squirrel demurely licked his lips, cleaning off the last of the fluid with his nimble tongue; finally able to fully taste his partner for the first time. He grinned and panted heavily, his muzzlefur slightly stained with sticky fluid, a paw rubbing his stomach gently as if enjoying a good meal. Wambiri fell back as far as he was able, the sudden absence of sensation a great relief, yet leaving him incredibly eager for more.
"Ahhh... there we go... Just needed to slick things up a bit, you understand? What's happening next will push me so I had to take preventative measures."
"Shit... well you certainly put the 'pre' in 'precautions'. Are you seriously saying you'll-"
"Just watch me."
Squatting down onto all fours a bushy tail was raised as the bigger male watched on with curious amusement and now burning desire. Spreading his own legs to stabilize himself Skater waddled back slowly, his hindquarters raised. Finally a hot tip pressed lightly against his tight pucker, tucking in neatly beneath his tail. Taking a deep breath he began to press back and down willing himself to loosen up as the alien length slipped into him. Its pointed shape was a bonus, siding into his hot love tunnel with almost no resistance, though the copious quantity of pre that now lubricated it didn't hurt either. He'd taken thicker, far thicker, (if not larger per se.) and this was a cakewalk by comparison. Several long inches sunk into him as he snuggled down onto it, wriggling his rear to help work it inwards. The kangaroo gasped in response, grunting eagerly as the tight seal enveloped his length. If the buck's muzzle had been something, this was an entirely new experience; it was somehow even hotter and tighter, able to clamp down far more firmly, a tight gateway of muscle pushing ever further downward, welcoming him to the soft heat within.
Skater wasn't sure just how far he could go; he was confident he could take the whole thing. Probably. Maybe. But it was perhaps best not to risk it; as with his muzzle only a partial penetration would have to do. He'd just have to make sure it was more than good enough for his partner's pleasure. With his four paws planted firmly on the 'roo's chest he began to grind back and forth, feeling the massive member slip in and out of him smoothly as he did so. Every now and then the larger male would buck, his body jerking up sharply a foot or so, carrying the squirrel with him and embedding several inches into the protesting buck's body.
"Hmmnn... fuck... didn't think you'd actually do THAT. Fff- you're pretty damn good."
"I've had practice."
"With what, dingoes?"
"Are they a kind of fox?"
"Shit, seriously? No bloody wonder! Alright, my turn."
A large, and worryingly well-clawed paw reached up, nearly as big as the squirrel's head. It tucked neatly under the smaller male, poking around his stomach. Finally it found its target as a thick digit poked in and around the brushtail's own sheath, massaging it firmly in slow circles, quickly enticing the male's own length into emerging. In the grasp of the bigger buck it was far less impressive, the roo turned his paw palm-upwards, the entire length fitting easily into it as fingers began to rub and squeeze and stroke. The 'roo focused on the base of the buck's length, groping and caressing his nutsack and sheath, fingers probing and exploring the smaller form in a similar fashion to how he had earlier been explored. It wasn't long before both males were panting and moaning, the squirrel riding his new friend faster and faster, vigorous and rough. He slammed his rear against the tapered length, ramming it in and out of his now loose opening as he felt its hot tip press ever deeper inside him. Suddenly there was a burst of pleasure as it hit a sensitive spot, a firework of lustful bliss as it began to slam into a soft button on sensitivity again and again.
At the same time the buck was being assaulted from the front; the larger, rough-furred digits gripped tightly around his throbbing cock. Two were involved in constantly teasing and twisting the bulging length at the base while the other flicked and curled back and forth to brush up and down the stalk of his meat. Occasionally the focus would shift, the paw moving down off his shaft, still squeezing the swollen sheath but also fondling the heavy nuts that hung below a raised tail and stretched ring. The buck's ears folded back against his head, a deep moan of ecstasy vibrating along his throat as he was tempted and coaxed and teased. He loved just how much his cock ached and throbbed in the firm grasp and the occasional soft rubs of a heavy paw along his stomach. He felt his hips pumping, no longer able to keep a regular pace as his paws gripped tufts of stomach fur and he struggled to maintain his rhythmic presses against the 'roo's length.
The roughly ridden 'roo panted and gasped as his body shook, the surprisingly capable buck driving him up the peaks of pleasure. The short, sharp bucks of the impaled male only made him grip tighter, and he gave a satisfied grunt as he heard his partner groan deeply as curious fingers rubbed around the tightly stretched pucker of a well-stuffed ass, tracing around the length buried within it. With a quick movement a blunt claw tucked deftly in and pressed under his nuts, probing the tight hole, tugging lightly on it. Another joined it, on the other side as the digits wriggled slightly spreading the hapless squirrel even more open between each firm buck. The paw itself pressed up, pushing the squirrel's hot length against his stomach, each wriggle producing a blissful stroking that caused him to buck between the cock in his ass and the pawpad pleasuring his shaft. The diminutive male abandoned any pretense of driving himself onto the thick shaft; the stimulation was far too great. From the tip of his dick to the back of his prostate; he was being repeatedly, blissfully hammered, the 'roo's to control now. All he could do was squeak and squeal with pleasure as the climax approached.
It wasn't long at all before the rising sensations had reached their boiling point. Every nerve on his body stood tense and taut. He could feel himself ready to blow everything he had from his throbbing shaft as the massaging paw pulled back, focusing once more on the base of his shaft. His cock was kept aimed over a soft, flat chest as he grew ready to let lose, right up until that first gooey squirt of rich, hot cum was nearing the top of his dick. His member pulsed and throbbed in tandem with the rapid beating of his heart. Finaly the first thick, gooey rope of cream was drawn from his full, aching nuts, forced from the tip of his member to splatter onto his partner's chest. The only sound he made came out as little more than a weakened whimper as a second, then a third followed.
All the squirrel could do was pant, his tongue lolling as he looked up at his partner, eyes glazing over. Gasping and humping harder into the marsupial's milking grasp as the larger male continued to toy with him, drawing out every last drop of lust soaked seed out through his throbbing dick. Cum poured from his cock, splattering his partner's stomach and painting the fur beneath him with his thick lust. Other sticky strands dribbled over the massive paw,slicking its movements. His entire body was on fire, burning with a heat greater than that of the burning sun above. The climax came with a powerful clenching, the buck's body clamping down on the intrusion in his rear, holding it tightly and shivering around it as the cascade of pleasure ran through him.
This was enough to push the larger male to orgasm as the burning heat bore down on the end of his shaft as if somehow simultaneously drawing it in and ejecting it. He felt his dick pulsing, having emptied the first load into his lithe partner before he'd even realized it. As with the squirrel more bursts followed in quick succession as he lay back, overwhelmed, his paw slipping off the now exhausted buck. He shut his eyes and groaned, losing himself in the moment as his body bucked and pumped and filled the smaller male with his seed. The heat and pressure were intense; the dimminutive form that was riding him was already crushingly tight; clamping down powerfully at the instant of orgasm, holding the larger male in place like a vice and causing every burning burst of seed to force its way inside in a hot jet of maleness. But now what little space there was in the squirrel not occupied by throbbing meat was rapidly filled to capactiy with thick spunk, stretching and filling the smaller buck to his core, only the incredibly tight seal around the marsupial's meat preventing everything from simply bursting free of its gradually swelling containment. As the heat and pressure rose for both males there was a combined shout, a low bellow topped by a fervent squeak in the same was rodent rode roo in shared climax.
It was several long minutes later before Wambiri came to his senses again, opening his eyes to see the still-impaled male squatting atop him, half collapsed with exhaustion. His partner seemed stunned, his chin laying flat against the 'roo's chest while his hindquarters were held in position by the thick length embedded deep inside. The squirrel's sticky mess clung to the both of them now, smeared against both males by the collapsed buck above. The smaller buck looked quite stuffed, seemingly more plump and rounded than earlier due to the massive load that had been released inside him.
The evening wore on as the pair lay there, catching their breath and watching the circle of the sun sink slowly under the horizon, the sky turning from blue to fiery orange to a dull red. As the first stars began to shine the squirrel finally recovered. He pulled himself forward slowly, still on all fours. With a sticky, lewd slurping noise the thick length buried within him pulled free, trailing cum from its tip as the buck's lose tailhole gaped and dripped. There was a shaky sigh from the 'roo at the exquisite friction, the larger male still being too drained to do anything but lie there.
"So... don't suppose you know where I can find some acorns?"
"Nnnh?"
"Or any nuts really. Didn't think so. It's a good thing I had a snack earlier, and it seems there's a perfectly good desert right here. At the very least it'd be rude not to clean up after myself."
"Hmm?"
The 'roo wasn't paying too much attention, admiring the twinkling lights in the sky. He was vaguely aware of a soft shuffling on his stomach, but started when a familiar warmth once more enveloped his shaft in a single, smooth and surprising motion. He tilted his head forward to glance at the squirrel who had once more stuffed the end of his shaft into his muzzle, cheeks bulging as a soft tongue worked hard to please. Both of the buck's paws were pressing against the rest of his shaft, stroking and squeezing firmly upwards. Each motion, coupled with the strong and insistent sucking at the tip, drew a burst of sticky seed from the well ridden 'roo; the very last of his climax being expertly milked and swallowed down in hot gulps by the hungry male. Several long minutes later, when not a drop more was forthcoming the rodent pulled back, one last, long, hard suckle cleaning the buried inches of every last smear of seed. Skater sat back, licking his lips and holding on to the rich, creamy flavor; looking incredibly satisfied, both with himself and his partner.
As night fell and the air began to cool the 'roo and rodent continued to lay there, enjoying the view as they idly chatted, exchanging stories about themselves and their pasts. Eventually they'd need to get up and find somewhere a bit more comfortable to sleep, but for the moment things were fine as they were It had been an interesting experience for the both of them, possibly one worth repeating.