OctoberSketchbook Pt. #2 (Patreon)

Second part to the sketchbook! Along with some naughty stories.

69- Frost had always really wanted to try 69ing, but in all their passionate times together, Cinder and he had never really gotten to it. When Frost finally plucked up the courage to ask, he found himself feeling almost embarrassed. Like a blushing virgin asking how sex worked. His nervousness quickly gave way to lust, though, when Cinder lay on his back and guided Frost into position, his pupils blown wide with want. Frost didn't hesitate in taking his lover's thick cock into his mouth, sucking on the head and letting his saliva slick Cinder's flesh. But then Cinder did the same, and his mind blanked. Cinder was such a fucking natural at sucking cock, and the second Frost was engulfed in that hot mouth he unravelled. He gave Cinder's cock another lick, trying to concentrate and failing as Cinder dragged his tongue from tip to base and over his balls. He gave special attention to Frost's ass, eating him out with gusto. Frost put Cinder's cock back in his mouth but he kept losing his mind to the incredible suction around his own member. That familiar aching knot in his stomach tightened. Too soon, he thought, but too late. Cinder grabbed him by the ass and pulled, stuffing his mouth full of Frost's cock, and Frost was cumming down Cinder's throat with an uncontrollable keen of pleasure.  "Not fair," he said, voice warbling. "Y-you'd better, uhn." Cinder was sitting up, letting Frost slide down his body and into his lap. "Better what?" he asked with a devilish growl, playing a finger against Frost's entrance. "You'd better fuck me until you're seeing stars too," Frost supplied breathlessly, then squeaked as Cinder got to his knees and grabbed Frost by the hips, pulling him back, letting his considerable girth nestle between Frost's cheeks and against the fluffy, bright white of his tail. "You asked for it," Cinder growled, hands tightening on Frost's waist. He arched his back and Frost briefly felt Cinder's cock fumbling against him before he was impaled on it. He moaned at the feeling of that familiar intrusion and parted his thighs wider, thrusting back against it. Cinder made a soft crooning noise as he looked down at the deer's thick ass clapping against his hips, swallowing his dick to the root. Within minutes they were rutting like rabbits, Frost's legs hooked around Cinder's ass and pulling him in deep, his hands fisted in the sheets, biting them to keep from shouting every obscene want that cross his mind. Cinder moved inside him hard and unyielding, on the cusp of pain but not quite. Frost got hard and came all over again before Cinder's pace started to shudder and buck. And then he was cumming too, so forceful that cum geysered out between them like gouts of foam from a champagne bottle. Frost's thighs shook and he collapsed, so thoroughly satisfied that sleep was already seconds away. Not before he thought 'well, 69 wasn't what I thought it would be, but fuck if I'm not happy with the results...'

Peeping Tom- When Roan first moved into his new flat, he bought some polyfilla to close up the hole in the wall. Before he got the chance, his neighbours made a pretty convincing case for why he should leave it open. The night he moved in, they fucked against the wall so loud Roan thought it would crack. He only looked through the hole once, guiltily, but the sight on the other side kept him up all night. The otter's... vocal enthusiasm for her stud's cock echoed in his mind until he grasped his own erection and brought himself some much needed release. The next night, it happened again, and this time he watched a little longer before his conscience told him to go take a cold shower and forget about it. But each night, it kept happening, and worse - they almost always did it near or against the wall with the hole in it. On the night he finally caved, he turned his music up and tried to read to distract himself, but even through his headphones he could hear her. "Yes! YES! Fuck!" And the thump thump of the headboard against the wall. Roan couldn't handle it. Shucking his clothes, he sat against the wall and, with trembling breaths, peered through. The horse had her pinned against the mattress and was balls deep inside. Her thighs clung to him like wet paper. His thrusts shook the bed and the wall reverberated with every wet slap of their sex. Roan pushed all his guilt out of his mind and started fisting his dick with quick, furious strokes. "HARDER!" the otter demanded, and the horse thrust in her so hard he pushed them both up the bed, up against the wall where Roan could watch up close as her breasts bobbed in time with her lover's thrusts and her thighs quivered violently, their faces pinched with barely held restraint. She started to scream louder, and Roan stroked himself faster. Through her screams, the horse whispered against her ear. Roan could have SWORN he'd said 'give that little perv a show to remember,' but he didn't have time to think about it. Her screams escalated in pitch and before he knew it, all three of them were coming. Roan bit down on his lip to keep from moaning too as cum coated his fingers. The horse drew away just a little, and he could see their sweat-slick bellies and a copious sheen of cum connecting them at the hips. The horse pulled out and Roan's eyes went wide when he saw the sheer size of his softening cock and the volume of cum that flowed down her thighs. Then the stud raised his head a little and winked. Roan gasped and drew away from the wall, staring guiltily down at his sticky, flagging erection. Had the horse winked at him?! Surely not... surely he'd been winking at his girlfriend. Well, whether the couple was aware of his voyeurism or not didn't matter in the end. They never filled in the hole, and neither did Roan. He got quite an entertaining show each evening, so it was really a win win all around...