December Sketchbook Pt. #2 (Patreon)

Here's part 2 of the sketchbook! I hope you enjoy it and the little story to go along with one of the sketches :)

Spa Day: Nikki was stressed. He'd finally reached the end of his tether with the struggles of day to day, so he decided that a spa day was in order.  His friend Taryn strongly suggested he book a massage with Beowulf at the Woodside Spa - he claimed that all Nikki needed was a good hour on the massage table and all his stress would be yesterday's problem. Nikki arrived not really knowing what to expect - but he certainly didn't expect Beowulf to be a massive, muscular grizzly bear. Beowulf asked him to take off his clothes on lie on the massage table. Almost immediately, those strong hands were kneading away every inch of tension in Nikki's sore back. He felt a little flustered when Beowulf's hands started kneading his ass too, but he tried his best to be as professional a client as he could. His cock had other ideas. Ten minutes into the massage, he was rock hard. He just couldn't help it - the way the bear's muscles strained under his clothes and the heat of his hands was intoxicating. Lying on his front, he hoped Beowulf wouldn't notice. But then he asked Nikki to adjust so he was lying across the table horizontally. He said they would perform a few stretches. Nikki tried to fumble around in order to avoid revealing his obvious erection, but if Beowulf noticed he gave no sign of it. He first took Nikki's shoulders and massaged them while pulling him upward so his back was arched and his arms supported his weight. Then he massaged down, down to his ass and his thighs, spreading them slowly. Nikki was incredibly flexible. He was practically doing the splits and at this point he felt certain Beowulf must have noticed how turned on he was. By the candles on a cabinet, Beowulf retrieved a jar of something liquid. Then suddenly warm oil was running over his ass, between his legs. Beowulf returned to massaging him with more vigour and Nikki couldn't help it, he let out a small moan between clenched teeth. Beowulf said, "you don't need to be shy. I like when my client's make noise. It helps me know what they like." That was all the encouragement Nikki needed. He pressed his face into the towel and let out a second, throatier moan while pressing back against Beowulf's hands. Little whimpers and purrs of excitement escaped him as Beowulf's massage focused along his perineum and, finally, his tail hole. He really REALLY just wanted the bear to take off his pants and fuck him and before he knew it, his moans had become barely intelligible words. "Please... please, I just need you to f-ffff oh!" With the sound of a zipper coming undone and the rustle of clothes, the bear stripped and gave Nikki exactly what he'd really needed. Legs spread wide, the bear slid his fat cock inside him and began thrusting with the same rhythm and depth of his massage. Nikki bit his lip and let the pleasure roll over him wave after wave, harder and faster as the bear gave him the full length of his cock, bottoming out against Nikki's tail. He lost track of time - rocked back and forth with his dick trapped underneath him and leaking precum against the fluffy towel. They went long over the hour meant for the session. Nikki gave a last strangled cry as he finally sailed over the edge. He felt a sensation of sticky warmth against his stomach and then a sudden gush of it against his balls and thighs as Beowulf came too, grunting with each terminal thrust into Nikki's pliant ass. One thing was for certain, whatever he was stressed about had long been forgotten, and he owed Taryn big time.