Spitroast Weekend




Using his rearview mirror, Os patted his blonde hair down with his paws, taking advantage of the red light he was stopped at to check his canine face and straighten out his head hair. He read the sign hanging next to the stoplight, Rudder Lane. Only a few minutes to his friend’s house now. Picturing the 30-something otter in his mind, Os felt a wave of blood flow through his head. Last time he saw Christopher was, what, over a year ago? That summer barbecue, when the two of them snuck off at night to fuck in the backyard shed when everyone else had gone back inside. It was almost midnight, and Christopher’s just-turned-teen kid almost caught the two of them in the middle of their act. Os smiled wryly at the memory, but then immediately frowned at realizing how long he’d been stopped at that intersection.

“Holy fucking shit light, turn already!” God, was Os feeling impatient and horny. And as if it heard him, the light went green, and Os with a “Finally” sped down Rudder Lane.

What a perfect weekend this was going to be, just he and Christopher, two grown furs alone to do whatever they pleased. Christopher’s wife was a nice enough woman, but sometimes Os couldn’t help but secretly resent her. Maybe not resent, but feel jealous about her relationship with Christopher, or something. And the history that the two of them had growing up, who could blame Os for feeling that way?

Christopher moved into Os’s neighborhood when the two of them were in primary school, and within weeks they were already “experimenting.” First just peaking in each other’s pants in the bathroom stall at school, then interlocking arms and masturbating during sleepovers, to finally full-out blowjobs and buttfucking by the time they reached high school.

Neither of them had any intent to go public with their special relationship, and in fact throughout high school they both had their fair share of girlfriends. Until college Os never went any further than kissing and holding hands with his girls, but Christopher almost made it a point to brag about all the pussy he was getting from all the “hottest” (really, sluttiest, Os convinced himself) girls in school. That would drive Os mad. He would get frustrated, growl and play-punch Christopher, but whatever little fights that broke out between them would almost always quickly end in fucking.

After playing a particularly hot and heavy memory in his mind, the hyena shook his head, realizing his body had been on autopilot for the last ten minutes. He had reached the cul-da-sac at the end of the street and had to turn around. Oh shit, Os thought. I missed the turn...

As they inevitably expected due to the different life goals they had in mind, after graduation the two of them went separate ways. While still in his early 20s, Christopher found a beautiful otter named Veronika and settled down with her. A couple years later Christopher proposed, and even before Os had graduated college, Veronika was already pregnant with Christopher’s child.

Of course, this didn’t stop the two from fucking whenever they had the chance to meet up, but Christopher’s new married life as a father definitely meant a reduction in the number of times they could meet. Maybe once or twice a year, three times if they were lucky, and trying to mess around whenever Veronika or their son Bran was at home was always a risk. But this weekend was a perfect opportunity. Veronika was on a trip to visit her parents or something, so with Christopher’s wife and son out of town, they had two whole days to themselves.

He reached the address, 3530 Rudder Lane. A hybrid was parked in his friend’s driveway—yup, definitely his house. Os parked his car on the street and stopped the engine, the sky a dazzling pink and orange as the sun was setting on this pleasant Friday evening. The entire ride over he had done nothing but think about fucking, and he was so horny he was practically dizzy. He grabbed his backpack, in it his toiletries, a change of clothes, and a bottle of lube of course, and made his way to the front porch.

Knock knock knock. Os stood in front of the door, a stiffy growing in his pants, not realizing how loud he was happily humming to himself. He had it planned already. He would step inside, and as soon as the door closed behind him he and Christopher would interlock mouths. He would bend himself over their sofa, lift up his bushy tail and let Christopher have his way with ass, then soon after shove his own dick up Christopher’s—

The door opened, and it was not Christopher. It was Bran, almost identical to his father in looks, like a miniature version of the otter that Os had known for so many years. What! What is Christopher’s son doing here?

Os was caught so off guard that for a split second his jaw dropped. He stood there, his yellow eyes wide, staring at the little otter in the doorway. For a few seconds a very uncomfortable silence hung in the air between them.

Finally Bran spoke. “Um, hello Mr. Nadeau! Would you, um, like to come in?”

“Oh, hi Bran! Sure!” Os immediately regained his composure and stepped in. “Thanks, bud! Nice to see you again! Please, call me Os, haha.” He perhaps was speaking too loud, and smiling a bit too wide, his large canine teeth gleaming in the interior light. Os took off his shoes and stepped onto the living room carpet. Fuck! Well, there goes my chances of getting off right now.

Bran led Os to the kitchen, where Christopher was setting up some plates at their dining table. His otter friend had gained a little weight since Os last saw him, getting a little bit of fat around the gut as dads tend to do, but he still had the same bushy facial hair that along with his whiskers extended from the sides of his muzzle. When Christopher saw Os, his face broke into a smile, and he extended his paw out for a handshake.

“Hey, man, long time no see!” Christopher said in his characteristic gruff voice.

“Yeah, same. You’re looking good!” Os meant it, grabbing his friend’s paw. Despite his slight weight gain, Christopher (at least to Os) looked damn handsome, wearing a light pink collared shirt and a pair of brown corduroy pants.

“I’m just finishing dinner, go wash up or whatever you need to do and we can eat.”

Os took the opportunity to go to the bathroom, if not to have a minute to himself to think. He knew that eventually Bran would go to bed and they would have the rest of the night to do what he came there to do, but he couldn’t help but be disappointed that Christopher didn’t already have his thick fatherly dick up his ass. Oh well, he’d have to wait.

The three of them ate their dinner of salad and soup in the rustic dining room at a barn-like wood table, illuminated with mason jar light fixtures. Os lightheartedly remarked about Christopher’s hipster interior decoration, to which the otter said was mostly his wife’s idea. And even Bran, only in his early teens, already had a bit of a hipster streak himself, with thick rimmed glasses and one of those short on the sides, long on the top haircuts.

Their conversation during dinner was pretty innocuous. Bran asked the adults where the hyena got the nickname “Os,” and Christopher explained how his real name was Oscar, but when they first met he called his new friend Os and the nickname just stuck through all these years.

The salad and soup was pretty good, the latter being more of a thick meaty stew that Veronika taught him how to make. Os paired his meal with some red wine, and as he drank a couple glasses he felt his lust for the mature otter return along with the alcohol. He hadn’t masturbated or anything all week to prepare for this weekend, and he might accidentally cum in his pants if he had to wait any longer.

After dinner, the three of them moved to the living room. Os hoped this would be a chance for Bran head away and leave the two adults alone, but the hyena felt a pang of disappointment when the younger otter sat down next to his dad on the L-shaped couch, right between the two old friends.

Christopher casually flung an arm around his son, lightly patting the smaller otter’s shoulder. Bran had to be the same age Os and Christopher were when they first starting having sex with each other, over 20 years ago. It was amazing how the two looked so alike, how much Bran reminded Os of all the naughty childhood antics he got into with the little otter’s father...

Os finished the rest of his wine and cleared his throat, placing his empty glass on a wooden end table. “Well, uh, it’s getting a bit late. How old are you, Bran? Just turned 14?”

“Yeah,” Bran said and pushed up his thick glasses. The little otter gave Os a somewhat gawky, but cute smile. Other than the haircut, glasses, and ironic t-shirt, almost a clone of his father!

“Should probably get ready for bed soon, don’t you think?”

“I don’t have school tomorrow.” 

The kid was pretty insistent, but Os just had to push a little harder. “Why don’t you leave your dad and I alone to catch up a bit?” That had to be as big a hint as any, and the hyena knew Christopher would have to pick up on it and send his kid out.

Bran, still under Christopher’s arm, pushed himself further into his father’s side. “But if I leave now, how will we all have sex?”

For the second time that night Os was utterly surprised, only this time he made no attempt to hide it. He couldn’t have just heard what he thought he did, right?

“Sorry?”

“Yeah, we’re gonna have a threesome tonight, right dad?” The younger otter cast his eyes up at his father, head tilted. Christopher’s expression hadn’t changed, his eyes half closed and the corner of his mouth pulled up in a grin. He had sunk his paw under Bran’s collar and continued to rub his son’s left shoulder under the t-shirt, slowly, gently.

“How ‘bout it, Os?” Christopher asked, his face so relaxed and casual as if the conversation was about the weather.

“What... what the...!”

“Oh, come on now. Remember when we first started going at it when we were his age?” The older otter brought his paw out and with his thick fingers made small circles on the front of Bran’s shirt, not accidentally running the tips of his finger’s over the boy’s nipples. As he talked his paw migrated downward. “How full of youth and energy you and I were. How we could tug each other off three, four times in a single night?” Christopher sunk a paw into his son’s jeans, clearly underneath his white underwear, and with a soft fap fap fap started pulling at Bran’s dick. Bran’s eyes rolled up, and he gasped as his father played with his junk. With little grunts Bran, seeming to enjoy every bit of this, rocked his hips against his dad’s fondling paw.

But this was wrong! By far the craziest thing Christopher had ever done, and Os was horrified... but also still unbelievably horny. Hornyfied?

The older otter continued. “I know he reminds you of me. He reminds me of me!” Still in the boy’s pants, Christopher’s paw went around to the back of Bran, underneath the young otter’s bottom. Bran bit his lower lip and his face turned bright red as it was clear his father began playing with his ass. “How tight we were when we worked up the courage to do more than just mouth and hand stuff...”

“N-no. This is so bad, Christopher. This is going too far...” But even as his mouth made these words, Os felt something else in his body, but maybe it wasn’t more than just his raging boner. If it really was this wrong, then why was he still there, watching?

“Oh, come on now, look how much he loves it!” As Christopher messed around with his butt, the teen otter started making cute little grunts and whines of pleasure, rubbing his socked feet together on the living room carpet. Bran sure did look like he was enjoying his father’s fingers, Os had to admit.

“Ooooooooh...” Bran mumbled, not seeming to portray any ounce of discomfort.

“You and I were lucky. We had a special relationship, and we trust each other more than most guys ever get to. Why not share that with Bran?” Christopher put his other paw on Bran’s waist, and with a tug of his thumbs starting working his son’s jeans and underwear off. He leaned his head toward Bran’s, and continuing to pull down his kid’s pants down his thighs whispered, “Share it... with my own flesh and blood.” He put his lips against Bran’s, and the little otter put his paw under his dad’s chin as the two kissed each other’s mouths. When the pants reached Bran’s lithe knees they fell to the floor, leaving the little otter completely exposed.

As the otters smacked lips and sucked each other’s tongues, Os stared unabashedly at Bran’s genitals. The teen otter’s uncut penis was erect and twitching, clearly obvious that he liked the special attention his father was giving him. His ballsack, hanging loose and resting on the couch, was covered in soft brown fur with longer, thicker wiry hairs here and there, evident that the otter was beginning puberty.

The father and son finished their making out, and with a gesture from his parent the bottomless little otter turned around, kneeling on the couch and poking his rear outward. Bran tore off his shirt, and now completely naked pulled his thick, mustelid tail upwards, giving Os a better look at his enticing round rump.

And, fuck, was it enticing. To make all the worse, Christopher, with his eyes on Os, pressed the side of his face against Bran’s butt, rubbing his cheek against Bran’s cheek so to say. Os audibly swallowed. “Oh God.” His heart was beating so hard that the blood was coursing through his triangular ears, and by that point little voice saying “no” in the hyena’s mind had completely vanished.

Looking sensually backward at the lust-struck hyena, Bran grinned. “I think we got him, dad.”

After giving his son’s bottom a small peck of a kiss, Christopher stood and started working on his own pants. “Great! So whaddya say, Os? Wanna give my kid his first spitroast?” Bran stuck his tongue out and gave his bubble butt a silly little wiggle. Christopher chuckled.

“I’m... I’m not gonna hurt him, am I?” 

“Nah, believe me, he can take it. Just get some lube and go slow at first, you’ll be fine.” The older otter, now bottomless, was kneeling with his left knee leaning on the couch, his right foot planted on the floor. His thick, matured dick was half-hard, and he was quickly stroking it to get it to full-mast. Hands and knees on the couch and with his father’s genitals just inches from his face, Bran brought a paw up under Christopher’s nutsack. He began playing with his father’s hefty balls and fingering his scrotum, bringing his nose into the older otter’s crotch to take in the musty, manly scent, his fluttering eyelids giving away his sexual intoxication.

The hyena didn’t have to be told twice. By then Os had also removed his pants and was already lubing up his rock-hard member, coating every inch of his dick with the strawberry-flavored lube he brought in his backpack. In front, Bran was lapping his tongue at his father’s manhood. While just a bit shorter, Christopher’s dick was definitely thicker than Os’s. The colors were also different, both the otters’ penises being a tan-pink, Os’s being a dark reddish-brown.

Fully lubed up, the hyena took his position on the backend and guided his dick onto the little otter’s butt, right between the cheeks. Os braced himself, and finally began penetrating. As he pressed his head into the ring, Bran’s muscles quivered, and the mustelid kid gave a small groan as simultaneously he began his blowjob on Christopher. While in front Bran was already eagerly lapping up his father’s manhood, Os was going as slow as he could, still a little worried that the young otter might not be able to take in his slightly larger-than-average cock.

What a crazy scene he was in the middle of, having a threesome with his fuck-buddy of almost 25 years and his below-legal teenage son. But, if he had the chance when he was Bran’s age, would he have had sex with older guys he knew and trusted? Os knew the answer to be almost certainly “yes.”

But as he shoved his slippery dick into the tight little otter inch by inch, only one thought came to Os’s mind: Holy fuck did Bran’s ass feel good. If Os were told an hour ago that he would be barebacking this teen otter that night he might have lost his nerve and run out of the house, but now he couldn’t care less.

With one last shove he pushed his dick all the way in the otter, enticing a gasp from both he and Bran. Then he slowly pulled his shaft back out, the wet friction making a schlick sound against Bran’s hole. He pulled it out all the way to the head, only to push it back in until he buried it balls deep inside the young otter. Other than some cute groans and the occasional involuntary clenching of of his ring, Bran took it like a champ.

“Ho-hoooooly fuck,” Os muttered. The hyena looked up from the little bubble butt in front of him to see Christopher on the other side, smiling.

“Heh, he takes a cock well, doesn’t he? I made sure he got some practice in today before you came over...”

Undulating his hips with an increasing speed, Os continued to push in and out, filling Bran’s colon with his adult cock. He rested his paws on Bran’s sweaty hips for leverage, and also to occasionally grope the boy’s booty or push his long tail aside.

It was only a couple minutes but Os already began feeling an orgasm quickly rising inside of him. Damn was the kid tight! And Bran didn’t look like he could love it anymore than he already was. Watching a sexy scene like this, the hyena had no hope to last long. The slurping and sucking coming from the front as Bran sucked off his own dad, the wet slapping as Os pressed his waist against the cheeks and plunged his member into the teen’s warm insides...

Every bit of contact his cock made with the otter’s slippery inside walls pushed Os closer to cumming. Os didn’t want this to end, it was so wet and warm and tight inside Bran, like a paradise for his incredibly sensitive dick. He thrust even faster, letting out some half-coherent sentences about how unbelievably good it felt and how amazing Bran was for taking him all the way like this. It was like every nerve in his cock was vibrating, and as his balls pulled up Os knew he was almost there.

He closed his eyes, beads of sweat running over his eyelids, and with a low growl and a final deep shove, the hyena came in the otter’s ass. He obviously couldn’t see it, but Os could feel he shot far, far inside Bran. His mouth still occupied by his dad’s cock, the teen made some high-pitched, unintelligible noises as his insides were pumped full of this canine’s seed. Os was in the peak of his ecstasy, and both his dick and Bran’s butt were hot and twitching from the intense penetration.

Os was ejaculating so hard and the feeling in his brain so intense that he was on the verge of passing out. Long, orgasmic seconds passed, and when his eyes finally fluttered open and he regained his senses, he saw his familiar friend’s face across from him.

“Wow, already?” Christopher said.

His dick was still throbbing and twitching out remaining drops of jizz inside of Bran, and the orgasm was so draining that Os had to wait a couple seconds to find his breath. “Whew... yeah. Fuck yeah... Holy shit.”

“Well I haven’t cum yet. How ‘bout I go back there and ride his ass for a bit.” He looked down. “Sound good son?”

“Mmmmm-hmmmm!” Bran enthusiastically mumbled, his mouth still full of his dad’s cock.

“And you can give his mouth a go,” Christopher said to Os, enjoying a last few seconds of the nimble tongue before pulling his dick out of Bran’s maw.

Os also slowly pulled out of Bran, trying not to make a mess or jar the kid’s asshole too much. “Umm, sure. Just give me a minute to catch my breath and get cleaned up...”

“Don’t worry, no need. I made sure he was clean as could be back there. I’ve taught you a thing or two about hygiene, right son?”

“Yup!” Bran said, head down on the couch with his booty in the air, waiting for the hyena to remove himself. When Os finally fully pulled out of the kid, a small dribble of cum followed his dick out of the hole, dripping onto the sweaty sofa cushions.

Wow, right to his mouth, then? Os thought. Not even he and Christopher had done... that. But why the fuck not? This night was full of firsts, and everyone’s in agreement here.

Christopher pulled a footrest to the center of the living room. With some loving directions from his father, Bran removed his thick glasses and set them aside, then laid his back on the padded footrest. Os realized; when Os and Christopher got on their knees, Bran was now just the perfect height to allow the men access to both his ends.

Os pealed off his dark blue t-shirt, dank with sex sweat, and tossed it to the side. Christopher did the same with his collared shirt, and all three of the furs, completely naked (save for Bran wearing some white socks) got in their respective positions. Os got on his knees in front of the little upside-down otter. With his full naked front in Os’s view, the hyena could see how adorable Bran was. His skinny but rock-hard twitching dick, his cute face with its dorky expressions... For once in his life Os was jealous that he didn’t have a son of his own.

As Os stared, admiring the skinny, open-minded teen, a look of surprise took the otter’s face as Christopher entered his son. His momentary discomfort gave away to pleasure, and once Bran adjusted, he tilted his head back and opened his jaws. Os rocked his hips forward and stuck his half-limp dick, wet with cum and strawberry lube into the teen’s mouth. His penis was still extremely sensitive, so he tried to go slow at first, but Bran eagerly started lapping at the head, and once inside quickly built up suction in his mouth around the hyena’s member.

Once he found a rhythm inside the boy’s maw, Os made eye contact with Christopher, and the two leaned in, their head’s coming together over the little otter’s lanky front. They pressed their lips together, the otter’s whisker’s and facial hair tickling him a little, and they began twirling their tongues around in each other’s mouths. Being a canine, Os’s tongue was longer, and it was easier for him to explore the inside of his friend’s mouth. He went in deep, running it along the older otter’s teeth and roof of his mouth. At the same time he pressed his dick further in Bran’s muzzle, he pressed his tongue further into Christopher’s, pushing both parts of his body nearly to the back of the two otters’ mouths.

The two adults remained passionately kissing for minutes, both imbedding themselves deep inside Bran. The little otter was doing a great job sucking his dick, even at this upside-down angle making use of his tongue and not gagging when Os stuck himself down farther near the back of his throat. However, a couple grazes of the teeth made Os realize he should probably readjust his speed and position, and when he broke his kiss with Christopher and pulled backwards he could see why.

Christopher, slapping his hips away at his son’s ass, was also tugging on Bran’s cock. Obvious to see why the kid was starting to lose self-control. He had his right paw gripped hard on the skinny dick, firmly stroking up and down the shaft as he also continued to blast his dick at the kid’s prostrate. Bran’s legs, spread open as to allow his father easy access, were twitching and flexing this way and that. As Christopher continued tugging his son’s little pecker, Bran’s legs got almost erratic, and grunts started coming up from the mustelid’s throat. The vibrations from the boy’s mouth went into Os’s sensitive member, yet another thing pushing the hyena closer to the edge.

Splooge dribbled out of Bran’s dick as the little otter came. The scent of semen filled Os’s extremely sensitive canine nose, and Os couldn’t help but wonder how the kid’s cum tasted in comparison to his father’s, the older otter’s loads he must’ve swallowed an uncountable number of times. The thin streams of fluid ran down the side of Bran’s dick, gathering on his dad’s gripping paw and pooling on his own tummy. Hot, wet breath was pouring out of the boy’s nostrils onto Os’s balls, something so small but yet almost seemed to double the hyena’s pleasure and send him even closer toward his second orgasm.

Os leaned in once or twice more to feel his old friend’s mouth on his again. All three of them were sweaty as if they were in a sauna, the air in the living room dank, and the two adults dripping all kinds of fluids onto the young otter below. The room was filled with the smell of sex and the sounds of grunting and slapping, and as he felt the pleasure rising Os knew he was going to cum for the second time that night—even before Christopher had yet to shoot once!

“I’m... gonna cum again,” Os muttered.

“Yeah?” Christopher said. His tone of voice gave away that he was close as well, but Os also picked up on something like the older otter was really saying, “Again already?”

Not my fault, Os thought. I haven’t had sex in months, and not like I have a son I can fuck anytime I want...

But as he approached his second orgasm, his thoughts became less and less coherent. The pleasure was building slower than when he first came minutes ago, but what Os didn’t expect was that it just continued to build. The second orgasm was much, much more intense the first, almost making his whole body go numb. The hyena yelled, loudly, and shuttered his testicles gathered their remaining fluid and spurted a second load into Bran. A couple shots went down the kid’s throat, which Bran immediately swallowed, but most dribbled out the sides of his mouth along with long strings of saliva.

It was almost half a minute that he rode this orgasm, nothing else existing in the world but himself and the two other otters in the room with him. In this euphoric high Os could almost imagine he was actually getting a blowjob from a young Christopher, just like he used to all those years ago. Just as the intensity began to subside, he saw through his half-closed eyes Christopher grit his teeth and begin to groan.

“Gonna shoot too...!”

With a hard pound, Christopher shoved his dick deep in his son, Os making sure to pull away. With the hyena’s cock out of his mouth, Bran looked up and yelped, letting out a shutter as his bowels were filled for the second time that night. Teeth still gritted, Christopher gave a few more residual pounds against his kid’s backside, pumping what seemed to be an unending amount of seed into Bran’s ass, both the otters panting like crazy.

Finally, after draining his sack, Christopher did pull out. Os collapsed on the sofa, his knees shaking and so weak he was worried he might fall over. Christopher just sat down on the carpet, regaining his composure, while Bran sat upward on the footrest, a good amount of splooge dripping out of his used ass onto the floor.

The three of them, exhausted and covered in each other’s juices, sat in silence for a minute or so, enjoying the orgasmic afterglow and company of one another.

Christopher patted his son’s knee and finally spoke. “Ah, you did great, son.” Bran smiled tiredly but contently, and looked over at Os, squinting as the he lacked his glasses.

“What’d you think Mr. Nadeau... I mean, Os?” Bran looked at the hyena with hopeful, water-blue eyes.

Whelp, the deed is done, no way going back now. And not like Os wanted to anyway. “All I can say is I hope it’s not the last time we do that, Bran.”

Bran tilted his head, apparently not getting the hyena’s meaning. “Soooooo?”

“Hah, yeah, I liked it.” Os sighed, feeling warm and fuzzy in the afterglow of his multiple orgasms. He was comfortably relaxed, his heart rate and body temperature slowly dropping, his glistening, saliva-and-cum covered cock bent over and softening. “It’s been too long since... since we did this, Christopher.”

“Like when you two fucked at our summer barbecue last year in the backyard shed,” Bran said suddenly.

For a moment Os went speechless, but immediately caught himself. After everything he did that night, would he really be surprised by this?

“So you knew about your dad and me,” Os said.

“Of course!” Christopher exclaimed. “He was gonna give you a BJ but got cold feet the last minute.”

Bran put on a cute look of exaggerated embarrassment. “Sorry!” His face covered with dried saliva and cum somehow made it all the cuter to Os. 

Christopher looked at the clock on the wall. “Hell, it’s not even 10 o’clock yet. We’ve still got a night ahead of us. What do you two say we hit the spa?”

“Sure!” Bran said.

Os smiled a toothy, canine smile. He’d only been here for a couple hours, and he already came twice, about to be three, probably four or five times? “Oh yeah, I could go for a jacuzzi session.” This was going to be a fun weekend.