It was a walrus, older than Conrad and heavy set, but Conrad could sense that there was a considerable amount of muscle under all that fat.
“Your girl leave you to go fishing?” The walrus laughed at Conrad’s puzzled expression. “Looks like she caught two big fish already!”
The walrus was wearing a tight bathing suit, and Conrad was having trouble taking his eyes off something that looked like a coiled sausage inside it. he had never been with a walrus before, but his gay and bi friends had said that they had the largest penises in the Baltics. Unconsciously he licked his lips.
The reaction was not lost on the walrus.
“Say boy, maybe you’re slutty little friend going out to sea isn’t the end of the world. What say you come aboard and we can have some fun on the big wide blue?” He telegraphed his intent by grabbing his crotch and thrusting his hips lewdly.
Conrad knew a proposition when he heard it. He smiled shyly and answered, “Sure Sailor. I got nothing better to do tonight.”
With a jump he was on he barge. Following Geno’s example, he immediately dropped his shorts to the deck.
The tusked male was a bit surprised but wiggled with pleasure at his guest’s boldness.
Just to be sure that they understood each other, Conrad asked if the walrus had condoms and lube aboard.
“Of course.” The walrus said as he turned to the helm and took them out to sea. “Safety first when sailing, always.”
He motioned the young male coyote to sit down as they passed the mouth of the harbour. Homosexual acts had been legalized in Greece some years ago, but while the Greek boarder patrol not mind seeing a hooker sucking a client on the way out of the harbour they were still known to slap a lewd behaviour charge on males engaged in similar acts.
They both waved at the Hellenic Coast Guards on duty as they passed out to sea.
The Walrus took them away from the coast of Turkey, not wanting an international incident to ruin a good time and headed for the open sea beyond the myriad of Greek islands. While he was intent on guiding the boat he felt someone warm and furry come up behind him and then soft paws on his leathery skin. Those paws played with the hairs on his chest, traced the ivory of his tusks, and squeezed the thick bulge in his swim shorts.
He leaned back against the coyote and was not surprised when those clever paws started peeling his shorts down. When they were bunched above his thighs approximately two kilos of penis came tumbling out.
“Impressive.” Conrad observed as he tried to hold it up with both paws.
“That little thing? It’s just average.”
Conrad gave up trying to hold it straight. He dropped to his knees behind the walrus and stoked the massive cock with the soft surface of his palms.
“Must take a lot of blood to make it hard”
“Hell no! Losing that much blood would make me pass out! We walrus have something better”
“Oh?”
“Give me a minute to set the autopilot.”
The barge had been extensively modified for sport fishing and pleasure. One of the features was a computerized autopilot connected to the GPS. After checking the charts to make sure they were well out of the regular shipping lanes the walrus set the boat to run in a circle about a kilometre across. That was small enough to keep them out of anyone else’s way but large enough so that the constant turning would not make them nauseous. Once it was running on automatic he turned to face the coyote, who was still on his knees with his muzzle at crotch level to the Walrus.
He tossed the furry head with hand-like flipper. “What should I call you, friend?”
“Conrad. And you?”
“Wally.” The walrus lifted his hands defensively. “I know, I know. Half the walrus in Europe are named Walter or Wilbur or Wadsworth. We are sadly lacking in imagination when it comes to names.” He paused and rubbed Conrad’s temple with a rough thumb. “But not when it comes to other things. For example, I can image you sucking my cock to discover the walrus secret for most excellent erections. I can see it very clearly in my mind.”
Conrad took the hint. He resumed stroking and squeezing the thick, pink protrusion while he worked up a good load of saliva in his mouth. He could feel the long cock warming and welling as blood rushes into it, but it remained fairily flexible and could not stand up under its own weight. He helped it by laying it lengthwise on his paws while he gently kissed and nuzzled the sensitive tip.
It got longer, and thicker, but not harder. Conrad let the spit dribble from his mouth and spread it around with his lips. Then he openned his mouth and took the fist ten centimetres into his warm maw.
It was hot and thick but soft enough that it did not choke him. With the first third in his mouth he was able to hold the rest by wrapping both paws around it. He pulled his fists back and forth against each other from walrus balls to his lips as his mouth moved on the tip.
Wally seemed to like it. he leaned back against the helm and sighed while he let Conrad do all the work.
“Oh, yes. That’s good, just like that.”
Conrad was beginning to wonder if he had been picked up by a limp-dick liar when he suddenly felt a change in the penis he was holding. Something hard and thick had entered the base and was moving slowly up its length. It forced his paws open so that the tips of his digits were no longer touching and filled his mouth so much that he started to gag. He pulled his head back and took a few deep breaths.
“What the hell was that?”
“It’s called a baculum, a penis bone. The canines have them, don’t you?”
“Not like this!” Conrad said, feeling Wally’s through its sheath of hot, spongy flesh. “How long do these things get?’
“A really hung walrus can get and erection over half a metre long.”
Conrad stoked the now hard penis lovingly. “I have a friend with sex toys that long.”
“The feline?”
Conrad laughed. “Yes.”
“Are you and she ... ?”
“We’re just friends. Very, very close friends, but she has her needs ...” he licked his lips and waggled his jaw to loosen it up, “... and I have mine.” With that he dropped his head back onto the pole that now stood straight out with no help from him.
Conrad closed his eyes as he rolled and bobbed his head and took in as much of the walrus cock as he could manage. Now that he was prepared for it he no longer had the urge to choke or gag, but having never trained as a sword swallower he could only manage to get half of it down his throat. The remaining twenty or so centimetres he stroked with his paws, letting a considerable amount of saliva spill down the shaft to lubricate them.
He could only grunt in appreciation as the feel of live cock in his mouth made him hard too. But above him the walrus was moaning and mumbling as his hips began to rock in counterpoint to Conrad’s head. It was not long before he had Conrad’s head gripped firmly between his large flippers and took over the driving, so to speak. In particular, driving his cock down the young coyote’s throat.
Conrad could not remember ever taking a cock nearly as big in his mouth, or anywhere else for that matter. The thought of having it elsewhere made his balls ache, and reminded him that the walrus was probably aching too.
Feeling around he found two large leathery testicles hanging below that pinniped’s piston and he squeezed them with one paw while he fondled himself with the other.
It had been a while since Wally had done much more than masturbate; young males like Conrad did not fall into one’s lap every day. Despite his desire to savour the moment his thrusts became more urgent.
Conrad sensed that the walrus was about to cum and prepared himself to swallow a good sized load. But then his eyes few open in panic. What if the amount of cum was proportionate to the size of his cock? His paws came up in a last ditch attempt to stop the flood, but he was too late.
Wally pulled Conrad’s head in as he thrust his hips out, driving more cock down the coyote’s throat than Conrad had ever swallowed before. With a cry that included swear words from three languages he let it all go.
Having prepared for the worst Conrad was relieved to find that walrus’s did not cum any more than your average mastiff or elk, and much less than a bull steer or a horse; about two hundred millilitres, he guessed from the amount he gulped down. Just a snack, really.
After the cum stopped flowing and the walrus’s hands relaxed, he pulled his head off and tenderly lapped up the last drips, dribbling it back onto the still-hard shaft to lubricate his paws as they stroked the last few drops out.
“How long does that bone stay in there?”
“As long as you keep it interesting.”
“I’ll show you what I’m interested in.”
Conrad released the heavy shaft and crawled around to a bench that bisected the main deck of the barge. He lay across it with his head on one side and his ass on the other. Stretching his legs, he lifted his ass and then lay his tail along his spine to expose the dark, puckered hole below it. He looked back over his shoulder and clenched his butt cheeks a few times to make it wink at Wally.
“Oh, yes, I can get into that.”
“Hopefully.”
Wally shuffled over, stopping by the helm to grab a tube of lube, which he lathered on generously.
“I guess it’s too late for the condoms.” The walrus said, pointing to his mouth to indicate where spooge was still dripping from Conrad’s maw.
“Yeah, that ship has sailed.”
“Har-har.” The walrus shuffled closer. “Ready?”
Conrad braced himself. “Ready!”
Wally took his thick clawed thumb and pressed it against Conrad’s tail hole. There was a lot of lube left on it and the curved claw slipped in easily. Careful not to poke his little coyote boy toy and perforate his bowel, Wally worked the tip in with a few twists. Once he had Conrad’s anus open he gradually pressed harder to sink in deeper. Meanwhile he used his other flipper to rub Conrad’s flanks and thighs, slapping him lightly on the butt occasionally to get the blood flowing.
The walrus knew all the good spots, and Conrad’s own penis bone soon made an appearance. His cock was already an angry red rocket by the time Wally had worked his thumb all the way into his tailhole.
Wally pulled his thumb all the way out and grunted in satisfaction when Conrad’s anus did not close up again right away. He dipped that digit in a few more times until it stayed wide open on its own and then he grabbed his cock and guided the tip to the gapping hole. The blunt tip was wider than the opening, but with a lot of lube and the weight of a considerable amount of blubber behind it he was able to squeeze the first few centimetres in.
“Oh, my God!” Conrad could not believe that Wally had just started. His ass already felt like it was going to split open, but it felt so good at the same time. There was so much flesh in contact all at once, and when he squeezed his anus he could feel the bone inside that hot tube. He imagined that he could cum just like this, without Wally putting any more inside him.
But Wally had other plans. Leaning forward he gripped the fur on each of Conrad’s hips firmly and began to pull the cute little boyish ass toward him while he rolled his hips and swayed to corkscrew his well-lubed cock farther in.
Five centimetres, ten … and Conrad’s knot was already forming.
Fifteen centimetres, twenty … and Conrad started sweating.
Twenty-five, Thirty … Conrad could feel the tunnel that was his large intestine being straightened out by the intruder as it rearranged his insides.
Thirty-one, thirty-three, thirty-five … and it would not go any father, it had reached the limits of what Conrad could take.
But that was only the beginning.
Now that he had gauged the depths of the coyote Wally pulled back, balancing himself on his toes and holding onto Conrad’s hips until he had pulled almost all of his cock out, but not quite. Then with a grunt he drove it back in as far as it would go.
The feeling of flesh slowly sliding over flesh as the walrus had first inserted and them removed his cock was exquisite for Conrad, but the sudden rush of thirty-five centimetres of prick almost made him cum on the spot. He had to grit his teeth and pinch his balls with one paw to stop it.
Wally’s next withdrawal was almost a quick and he hardly paused before driving it home again. He began to thrust and retreat at a rapid pace, wondering if the young coyote could hold back long enough for him to cum a second time, but not really caring whether Conrad did or not; he would keep pounding that ass until he came, regardless.
With his belly taught from the effort he could look down and see his cock sliding back and forth in and out of Conrad’s cute furry butt. His flippers had been keeping those lovely cheeks spread to ease the passage but now that the coyote was worked in he squeezed them together around the last few centimetres of exposed cock.
Conrad’s head was hanging down on the other side of the bench but when he lifted himself up on his arms he could look back and see the walrus’s legs tensing and relaxing in time with his thrusts just beyond his cock and balls. Those balls were screaming for release, but he continued to resist. Geno had done an effective job of draining them over the last week but even she couldn’t compete with Wally’s massive cock.
He wondered what Geno was doing at that moment.
Behind him, Wally looked out to sea, where he could see the lights of a craft approaching. Hoping it wasn’t the Coast Guard, he calculated the other boat’s course and determined that they were in no danger; they would pass each other with about twenty meters between them.
As the other boat drew closer Wally could see that it was the same one that Conrad’s blonde friend had gotten onto, but he didn’t see her at first. When they were side-by-side though he saw that she was still aboard, on her paws and knees with a crocodile’s cock in her mouth and a rottie’s prick up her ass.
She seemed to be enjoying herself, he thought as he and the two brutes on the passing boat exchanged waves.
With their heads down below the level of the gunwales and their concentration centred on the cocks working inside them neither Conrad nor Geno noticed the passing of the boats.
By the time the other boat was out of sight they had been going at it at a frantic rate for several minutes, but the walrus was showing no signs of slowing down. Conrad had to concede that this was a battle he might lose, especially when the tusked pinniped increased the pace.
Just when he was about to give in and let his ball loose themselves, he felt a surprisingly warm, soft flipper wrap itself around his cock. It was covered in lube and slid easily along his length from knot to tip. Meanwhile, the strokes up his ass had taken on a jagged rhythm, one that matched the groans and gasps of his host.
After no more than a dozen more strokes they both came, Conrad with a cry ripped from his lips by the intensity of his orgasm and Wally with a shout of triumph.
The walrus pulled his cock out slowly, his balls twitching and sending small shots of spooge down the long length of tube inside his cock. The last two splashed against Conrad’s butt as Wally backed away to give him room to roll over.
Conrad did so, laying on his back along the bench with one paw behind his head and the other hanging down to the deck. One leg was bent with the foot resting on the bench while the other foot was hooked behind the other ankle. His cock was still standing straight up, trapped in place by the swelling at its base.
Wally let his greedy eyes roam up and down Conrad’s body, lingering at his groin.
“I think it’s time for a snack.”
Conrad waved his free paw toward his erection and said, “Be my guest” with a sly smile on his face.
Wally through his head back and laughed handily. “No, no. Some real food.”
He turned to the stern and opened a cooler. Digging in he returned with a tray covered in seafood.
“Raw oysters and sardines. Good for sexual stamina.” He waggled his bushy eyebrows. “Guaranteed to keep you up all night. Have some?”
“Why not?”
* * * * * * * *
Sunrise found Geno still naked, having given Conrad the beach bag with her bikini in it. All she had to cover herself as she made her way from the harbour to the hotel was a beach towel the clients had given her, but she was mainly using it to carry roughly five hundred Euros in coins and small bills the pair had given her after a night of vigorous and debauched sex. It was all they had on them, mostly change from cash purchases in and around Kos.
There had been enough rough sex to satisfy her urges. That is to say that she exhausted the two big males before squatting on the short flag staff mounted on the stern to tease out one last orgasm before having them drop her off. But while her body was sated her mind was uneasy. She was ashamed for the way she treated Conrad the day before, for dumping him at the harbour, and guilty for leaving him alone on their last night in Greece. The poor guy had probably spent the whole night worrying about her.
She was leaning against the locked door of the hotel room she shared with Conrad, having left her room key in the same beach bag she could not sneak back in. She had tried to get a replacement from the desk, but no ID meant no replacement key from the night clerk, not even when she flashed her breasts at him and promised a quickie behind the counter. Apparently, he was not into girls. Even twenty Euros would not sway him. He had sent her away with a threat to call the Police, but she had managed to sneak back in, however, Conrad did not answer the door when she knocked.
Maybe he had gotten hurt, robbed or arrested for loitering. Maybe he was laying bleeding in a ditch or a hospital or being raped by sweaty Greek criminals in a holding cell. That would explain why he was not there in the hotel to let her in.
She heard footsteps coming down the corridor from the direction of the elevators and prepared to cover herself with the beach towel if whoever it was turned down this hallway. She was just puling it up and tucking her money under the edge when she saw Conrad turn the corner. He looked ragged and tired, but otherwise okay.
She was relived, and ashamed. The poor guy probably spent all night wandering around Kos looking for me, she thought, while I was having fun on the boat.
Jumping up she ran to him and hugged him hard.
“Phew!” He said, pinching his long, sensitive nose. “You need a shower. You smell like … well, never mind what you smell like.”
She let go and stepped aside so that Conrad could unlock the door.
“Yes, you’re right, but before I do, I want to say that I’m sorry about yesterday. It was cruel of me to run off like and leave you like that.
Conrad led her into the room and closed the door before turning to her and rubbing her behind her ear.
“Hey, It’s okay, Geno. I’ve known you long enough to know when your urges are starting to overwhelm you. I could tell by the way you were staring at every male with a bulge in their Speedo yesterday that it was only a matter of time.”
She kept her eyes on the floor, although his words were already making her feel better. “I should have waited until we got back to Warsaw.”
“Phah!” he said as he stoked her blonde hair, and then shook something sticky in it off of his paw. “You would have ended up running your ‘service’ out of the washroom on the plane … like that trip to Malta with Constance.”
“She told you about that?”
“She tells me everything, but you know, I’m not exactly free from those kinds of urges myself.”
Conrad pulled his phone out of the beach bag and showed her a selfie that he had made of him and Walter on the barge after their first few couplings. They were both naked in it, and faking looks of astonishment. Conrad was taking the selfie with one paw while he held up the Walrus’s considerable penis with the other, like it was a fishing trophy.
Geno’s eyes widened. “Oh wow! Look at the size of that thing! I’m jealous. Looks like you got more out of the evening than I did.” She zoomed the screen and turned the phone on its side to fit the massive cock better. “Was it as big as it looks in this picture?”
“Let’s just say it was big enough to reach the sweet spots.”
Geno giggled and leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek.
“Looks like we both have itches that need scratching now and then, sweetie.”
He turned her around by the shoulders and shoved her gently toward the bathroom.
“Sure, but right now yours need a shower.”
*****
Part 1 - https://inkbunny.net/s/2616482
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\n\t\t\t\t\tDikran_O on FA or SoFurry.Conrad "Coyotek" Jotkowski, Geno E. Vefa and art © me ;3