Loonatics Undressed, Kyell Gold [great books for teens .txt] 📗

He squirmed a little, just a bit, and then he felt the warmth of the fingers around his sac, and pressing against the base of his sheath. “That feels good,” he whimpered.

“S’posed to,” Rev said, and his fingers explored a little further up, feeling the hard warmth above the soft furred sac. “You really are ready for this aren’t ya?”

Tech moaned, pressing back into the roadrunner’s slight frame. “Yeah,” he whispered.

“Me too,” Rev said, and curled his other arm around the coyote, sliding the hand under his shirt while his first hand explored the coyote’s whole hard length. Tech hooked one arm over the back of the couch to brace himself, because he was afraid he was going shudder himself off the couch if he didn’t. His mind skittered around in different directions, remembering the last person to touch his sheath (Billy Greenbolt, three years ago, just before they broke up), taking in Rev’s distinctive scent (arid and sharp, with an undertone of ozone), and wondering why none of the gadgets he’d ever made could make him feel these intense shivers, like electric shocks running through him. He arched his head back again and moaned, and felt the warm, hard surface of Rev’s beak slide against his muzzle and up to his ear.

“Gonna try something here tell me if you like it,” Rev said, and suddenly his stroking hand was moving, vibrating, and Tech felt a surge of arousal through him, his back and tail arching in pleasure.

“Oh my…” His moan ended in a squeak as his body twisted back against the roadrunner’s, all his thoughts flying off and leaving him nothing but a physical body gasping in delight at the vibrations moved up his shaft to the tip and stayed there.

“Guess you like it that always gets me off pretty quick too nice side effect of the meteor, ya know.” The roadrunner chuckled and slid his vibrating paw back down to the base of the coyote’s shaft, cupping his tightening sac until Tech whimpered, and then moving back to the tip again.

“Yeah… there…” Tech moaned, his paw clutching at the couch. He bucked against the sensations, felt them overwhelm him, and then let out a moan and a high yelp, arching his back as his body sang with long-awaited release. He felt the convulsions through his groin, dimly felt Rev’s slender arms around him and noticed that the vibrating hand was just holding him now, wrapped around his spasming erection.

Only as he relaxed, panting, against the bird did he feel the stickiness and smell his seed. All over his uniform, too. Good thing he’d got that cleaning device somewhere. “Oh… my… goodness,” he panted.

“That looked pretty good yeah.” Rev grinned and gave his sensitive member a squeeze. He yelped, and a pair of screws flew through the air, hitting him in the legs and sticking there. The roadrunner chuckled. “Didn’t realize magnetism could be such a problem I guess you must not keep any loose metal in your bedroom huh?”

“Not usually.” He’d noticed the phenomenon before, of course, but it had all happened so fast with Rev, and he’d forgotten about it. He reached into his pocket for a handkerchief and wiped himself off, turning to grin at Rev. “Wow. Thanks. Give me just a moment to get cleaned up here and it’ll be your turn.”

“Take your time I’m enjoyin’ the show.”

Tech felt his ears flick around, but he was flattered that Rev liked looking at him. He took a little more time than was strictly necessary to finish wiping up, and then pulled his pants up and turned around, crouching on all fours on the couch.

Rev grinned back at him, lying back and crossing his hands behind his head. Tech reached out with one paw to smooth down the feathers on the roadrunner’s chest, liking the soft feel of them and the hard lines they covered. Without the black lycra, the bird’s feathers were a softer blue and white, all the way down his tight, thin stomach. Tech explored those lines next, and then, unable to stop himself, let his paw roam down the uniform to cup between Rev’s legs. He wasn’t surprised to find a nice hard length there, not as big as his (he noted with some satisfaction), but still nicely sized.

Rev leaned back as he touched it and sighed, “Ah yeah you found it Tech nice going.”

“You’re not really making any attempt to conceal it.”

“Wanted to make it easy for you well actually wanted to make it hard for you but easy to find.”

“I get the distinction.” Tech chuckled, still feeling flush from his climax, and not just a little aroused at the hard shape under his fingers. It was intoxicating getting to touch another male, that sense of intimacy, the trust between them, even though it was just “friends helping friends.” He took full advantage of it with his fingers, drawing them up and back down, until he felt the roadrunner’s shivers of pleasure, and then he couldn’t stop himself from pulling down the waistband of the lycra pants. Rev lifted his hips obligingly and shook his red tail free.

Tech ran one paw along the long red feathers and grinned as Rev leaned his head back down, cracking one eye open to look at him. “I’ve always wanted to do that,” the coyote said.

“Anytime you want,” Rev said, leaning his head back and closing his eyes again. When Tech slid his paw along the bird’s now-exposed erection, Rev let out a long sigh. “That too hey Tech I should tell ya that since the meteor I tend to come pretty quick just so you know.”

“Thanks for the warning,” Tech said, but he would have guessed anyway from the ripples shooting through Rev’s slender form, making even his topknot and tail feathers quiver. He slid his fingers up and down, enjoying the effect it had on the quicksilver bird, and then, because he didn’t have any way to gauge how much time he had