Slow Swampy Session

	Erolan Grayfeather grinned cheekily as he walked down the dirt path leading into the woods. The owl was an off-white with gray stripes on his body. Bright yellow eyes gazed at the phone in his gray hand, reading the message he had gotten from Rappy again. It was directions to a friend of the yellow hybrid’s, one that was living in the swampy forest on the outskirts of town. His dark gray beak smirked as exited the messenger and got a picture of his twin brother’s naked ass as his display. Licking his beak, Erolan put his phone away, ruffling his large wings and picking up his pace. His feet were the same as his hands, gray that traveled up halfway before reaching his elbow and knee respectively. He wore boots, a long sleeve and jeans. Erolan couldn’t wait to meet his newest conquest.
	Yes, the owl was going to fuck this friend of Rappy’s. He’d heard a little bit about how this one had ventured into the sexual world and was relatively new. Sure, Erolan would have loved to gotten that pristine ass to deflower but he got enough virgin ass as it was. Though they were running out, he mused. People just experimented way too much in his opinion. Then again, he was loosely considered a sexual predator. A wolfish grin splashed across his beak as he reminisced about some of his early fucks. He especially enjoyed thinking of the many times he’d gotten his twin Orilan to have sex with him. God he loved his brother. Though at times, guilt did flash across his mind for that one. Typically he just shrugged it off. Preoccupied, Erolan didn’t notice the trek got soggy until he looked down and saw the mud and water mixture around his feet.
	Making a face, the bird clicked his beak and shook his head before continuing. Of all the places to live, why out here? It wouldn’t be horrible if there was at least a spot he could fly in to. Going someplace for the first time sucked, he mused. The walking took another good while before he finally found the small brick house in the middle of the woods. Though he had reason for double-checking as it was so covered in foliage that it hardly resembled a house. At least the windows were clear of vines, though it seemed like they were perpetually tinted brown from all the muck around the place. Sighing, Erolan plodded his way to the door and banged on it a couple of times before he waited for an answer.
	The bird tapped his foot in impatience after nearly a minute ticked by before he knocked again, louder and more aggressive. He was going to pass this off as a hoax from Rappy and was about to turn when the door slowly creaked open. Before Erolan stood his ‘toy’ for the evening, Hoppoma. The creature before the owl was a hybrid, a strange one of a frog and tadpole. At least, that’s what Rappy had said. Immediately, the bird was a bit put off by the two eyes on sticks that were joined by a mass with a mouth. The pupils were blue and iris a reddish pink. Creepy, but not the worst thing Erolan had encountered. The rest of Hoppoma was fine though, in terms of body. The skin was a light green that coated the entire body, with the exception of the brown tail fluke from the large rear tail and the thick blanket of yellow hair going from neck to groin. And right between the legs was a pink dick resting on top of plump green balls. The owl’s beak tightened a bit as he looked over the other, his mind immediately in the lewd part of his being. A nudist was hot as hell.
	“Hello…?”
	Erolan brought his gaze back up, resting on the frog’s genitals a little longer than needed as he heard Hoppoma speak. “Hoppoma, correct? Rappy sent me here.”
	Understanding passed through the strange creature’s eyes. “Oh…Rappy…is a nice…friend…kero. Come in…please…kero.”
	The bird’s eyes adjusted to the dimmer interior with ease, looking about the place. It was as run down as the outside looked. A broken looking sink and counter were shoved into a corner, water droplets plinking into the metal tub every so often. A fridge and stove stood in there, though they looked pitiful and unusable. The beams for what was once walls were showing, reinforced it appeared to hold the roof as the room moved into a small living space. It was mostly empty. A wall of vines draped over a small entry way, no doubt the bathroom, that was right next to the bedroom. Though there, the owl’s eyes took in the only not run down piece of the house. It was a, well, not new, but a decent looking bed. Likely a gift from Rappy.
	Turning back to his host, he saw the hybrid sit slowly on the floor. “Please…sit…kero.”
	If Erolan was any bad at hiding emotion, he would have blanched. Sit on a dirty floor in a swamp like this? Not without something for his ass! Sliding his shirt off with some hassle, he lazily draped it on the floor and decided he might as well get fully comfortable. His shoes were next as was his shorts. Now in only his black jockstrap, the bird did sit opposite of Hoppoma. He ruffled his wings some.
	“You…have a…fluffy…chest…kero.”
	The owl grinned lightly as he ran his claws through his chest feathers. It was a dark gray like his stripes, in the shape of a spade. It even attached to his treasure trail and lead, eventually, to his jockstrap and bush contained within. “I see you are quite a hairy specimen yourself.”
	A slight flush showed on the hybrid’s cheeks. “Can…you fly…?”
	Erolan grinned as he spread his wings wide, now somewhat glad for the openness of the house. “I can fly, yes. Quite well.”
	The frog blinked slowly. “Do you…eat…bird seed…kero?”
	The bird smirked at that, though it was a little lost on his beak. “I love eating bird seed, especially my twin brother’s.”
	Hoppoma’s hand came up to scratch at his head. “But isn’t…that bad…kero? He would…still be…hungry…kero.”
	“Oh, he has plenty and I share mine with him.” The owl could feel his arousal forming, his pouch tenting some as he imagined some of the sex he and his brother have had. He almost wanted to have that feathered ass as much as he wanted this hybrid’s. Knowing he’d get it another day anyways always led Erolan to enjoy the moment with whoever it was he was with.
	“That is…kind of…you…kero.”
	The bird leaned forward. “We’re a very take and give relationship.” He was more the taker but he enjoyed any time with his twin.
	The euphemism seemed lost on the hybrid, who just blinked. “Do you…two watch…movies…together…kero?”
	“From time to time.” 
	“Any…recent…ones…kero?”
	Another grin was on the owl’s beak, thinking back to the latest ‘movie’ they had spent time together watching. Erolan shifted around a bit, the tight confines of his jockstrap starting to get to him. “Yea, it was called ‘Slaying Practice’.” 
	“What…was it…about…kero?”
	A predatory smile grew on the bird’s beak. “A dragon father teaching his son how to fuck.”
	A blush came to Hoppoma’s face. “What?”
	“Daddy wants to teach his boy how to be a proper dragon, one of the things is how to fuck right. It’s easy to start on the unexpected son as daddy drops down and takes his son’s cock in his muzzle, coiling his tongue around and sucking. It doesn’t take long before the kid blows and father’s drinking it down. Then he turns around and tells his boy to mount him. They rut, elder teaching younger on finer ways to breed as they both orgasm many times. By the end, they are coated in seed and making out with each other, daddy playing with his son’s unused hole and saying he will teach the boy more.”
	All the while he spoke, Erolan saw the hybrid grow more and more red in the face. He also took note below how the frog’s arousal was rising. His own was confined and cutting into his body all around, feeling like the jockstrap would tear if he didn’t take it off soon. Especially once he was done thinking of the movie and what had happened afterwards, how after mutually masturbating without finishing, the horny owl had offered his ass to his brother. It was always hotter when Orilan was willing to pound his ass.
	“You like…family…bonding…kero?”
	The bird's beak parted to lick the edges as he said, “I love fucking my twin.” If Hoppoma turned any redder, he’d start turning brown. “How about you, ever fucked someone?”
	The answer was yes, but Erolan wanted to hear it from the hybrid. “Only…Rappy…kero.”
	“Why don’t you tell me about it?”
	So Hoppoma slowly told him the story. From how someone named Sin blew air on his dick to arouse him to Rappy puncturing his virgin ass to the creamy load leaking out when they were done. Even some details Rappy hadn’t told him! Bonus being that all the while, the hybrid had steadily got erect. Whether from the memory or the fact the owl had long since stopped trying to hide his hands groping his fluffy chest or straining pouch, Erolan could not say. When Hoppoma had finished, the bird asked the important question.
	“Do you want to have sex, Hoppoma?”
	There was a rather long pause before, “…Yes…kero.”
	That was all the white bird needed to hear as he stood up and slipped off his garment. His black cock sprung up, flinging pre onto the ground as it bobbed and pulsed with intense need. Hoppoma stared at it, nervous and entranced, mouth slightly parted. Erolan was already hands on, slowly stroking the length, his other hand moving down to roll and grasp his plump white balls. “Fuck I’m horny.” The owl was pent up, having restrained himself a few days for this. It had taken all of his willpower to not jump his twin at home during that time.
	The hybrid had not moved an inch since the bird had gotten nude. Chuckling, he grabbed his base and waved the cock in front of the other male. “Do you wanna taste it?”
	Another long pause, this time with blinking and staring up at Erolan. He watched Hoppoma nod ever so slightly. The owl moved forward, bringing his shaft to point at the hybrid. “Open your mouth. Imagine it’s a popsicle or lollipop. Don’t bite.”
	At long last, Hoppoma moved his hands upwards, shakily grabbing the length by the base, the other resting on the hip. The bird watched as the other inched ever so closer, the lips parted and slowly covered his cock head. Then those lips shut. The mouth was wet and warm, though the tongue creeping up over his tip made Erolan moan and shiver in delight. It caressed the helmet, making him croon deeply in his chest.
	“Go deeper.” He huffed in a raspy voice.
	The hybrid did as asked, albeit in his natural state of slowness. It was agony for the lustful owl, taking all of his self control not to take over and ram himself to the hilt. This had to be pleasant for Hoppoma or there wouldn’t be a repeat visit. Not that he particularly needed it, but always good to have more flings at the ready! The bird’s hands planted themselves in his chest fluff and the other’s head respectively, his breathing labored.
	“Do what comes natural.”
	What came natural was, of course, a slow process. Yes, the hybrid seemed to know some tricks when it came to blowjobs. Namely to slide up and down his dick and how to suck. Some tongue play as well, rolling the tongue on the underside and licking the tip. Was this a new form of torture? It sure seemed like it to Erolan. Even on edge as he was, this wasn’t going to get him to his first load fast enough. It might have been a minute or two before he grasped both sides of Hoppoma’s head.
	“Just hold still and breath.”
	With that, the owl began to pump his hips back and forth. A shudder ran through him as this was so much better than letting the slow hybrid tease him to the ends of the planet. He was conscious of how much he was sliding between those lips, not wanting to overdo the inexperienced male. Still, between the teasing, fondling and being pent up, it wasn’t long before the bird’s balls drew up as he got close to his end.
	“Nah, fuck, gonna cum. Drink it!”
	Erolan went faster, slipping more in as his body tensed. With a cry, his wings spread wide and his shaft pulsed with rope after rope of his seed. It quickly filled Hoppoma’s mouth, who tried to drink what he could but a lot of it ended up spilling out and making a mess of the fur below. The owl was just holding on as he slowly tapered off, sliding back out some to allow the other to breathe easier. The raspy sound of a cum drenched throat sent tingles through the bird, making him throb and push out another drop of cum.
	It took a moment for the hybrid to blink and swallow another time. His voice was quiet and lusty. “Was…that all…kerolan?”
	A pause as Erolan processed that word. Kerolan? Maybe a mix of his final word in sentences with his name. Regardless, he grinned down at the other male wolfishly. “No. I want to fuck your ass.”
	There was a blink as Hoppoma heard that. Then his face went crimson once more. “Oh…you mean…back…there…kero.”
	“I do.” The owl stroked at his cum and saliva coated dick, spreading it further over it. He offered a hand down to the other, who slowly took it and rose to his feet. “Let’s get comfy.” With that, he walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. The hybrid followed after, getting on the bed as well.
	“What…now…kero?”
	“Now you ride this.” The bird playfully wagged his dick at Hoppoma. Slowly, the other crawled over and straddled him, facing away from him. Erolan used one hand to spread an ass cheek, the other adjusting his length to point at the hidden hole. “Ease on back.
	The other male did so, sitting back a little to let the tip prod the hole. With a word to relax, the shaft slowly was pressed further against the ring until it popped it. There was a gasp from the hybrid, squeezing tightly around the head. Good thing the owl had just had his first load tonight, otherwise he’d have blown already! It was so tight.
	“It…hurts…Kerolan.”
	“Shhhh, just take your time. You’ll adjust.”
	The bird had to wonder if Hoppoma ever did anything by himself. Probably not anally at least. The hybrid did take his sweet time too, only lowering himself by a half inch or so each time and waiting there forever. Fuck, this was a test in all of Erolan’s self control! He was gripping the mattress firmly in his hands to keep from outright just grabbing and going. He did move his hand to the tail at some point, stroking it to help the other male relax some more.
	When Hoppoma finally bottomed out, the owl praised whatever deity existed. This slowness was taxing on his libido and that was saying something. The tightness, though, was extraordinary. Hell, he’d fucked virgins looser then this! However, there was something to be said about a cherry popping. Now was neither time nor place, as the hybrid slowly rose after adjusting fully. It was as slow as the ride down, making the bird grit his beak. Fucking. Agony. He resisted his temptations though, letting the other set the slow pace. His hand, did however, move to reach around and grasp the hybrid’s shaft. There was a gasp as Erolan slowly slipped his fingers up and down the length, pre coating them.
	“Ah…Kerolan…” Hoppoma stopped riding halfway down to just let the owl jerk him. A low rumble in his chest, the bird picked up the slack, slowly pushing into the other and slipping back down. He kept to a slow rhythm, just listening to the low moans and slow croaking of the other. Made sense, given he was part frog. Erolan’s fingers twisted about the cock, playing well with it as he slowly humped up into the other. 
	“Oh…Kerolan…ah!” All too soon, there was a massive tensing in the body over the owl. It was almost painful as those walls squeezed his black dick, feeling the orgasm in his hand as well. The hybrid had climaxed, his load spurting out onto the floor below them as he kept teasing the poor male. The moan was long and drawn out, lasting the entire time until Hoppoma tapered off. Hand now coated in cum, the bird ceased his motions. The breathless male shivered in Erolan’s grasp.
	The bird moved his hand to his beak and licked at his seed covered fingers. It was a different flavor than normal, though given that the owl had tried so many people’s seed in his young life, that was not a stretch. Still as salty and warm and earthy as ever, with an added taste Erolan couldn’t be bothered to identify at the current moment. He then looked up at the hybrid, who was looking back at him with somewhat teary eyes.
	“Are we…done…kero?”
	A devious grin comes back to the heaving bird. “Not even close.” With that, he grabs ahold of the other’s waist and flips them around so that Hoppoma is on the bed and Erolan is half standing, half kneeling on the bed. “Now, turn over, don’t slip off.” Slowly, the hybrid did as bidden, twisting himself on the owl’s shaft. Both gasped and groaned at the effort, one more in desire than the other. Now face to face, the bird smirked at the flustered male below him.
	“Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy yourself.”
	Erolan wasted no time, pumping the full length of his dick back and forth into the abused tail hole. Already he was left panting at the intense satisfaction he got from just going at a normal tempo. He couldn’t help watching the hapless Hoppoma grasp the sheets or try to hide his face in his hands, never sure what he should be doing. It was cute in a way, always was with inexperienced guys. One of the many reasons the bird loved popping cherries. A few harder thrusts, balls slapping that ass brought about a startled gasp from the hybrid, the owl grinning at it. Knowing exactly how to get more of them, Erolan began to shift himself slightly with every thrust. Soon enough, he hit the spot that made Hoppoma jolt and tense up, a silent scream coming from his parted lips. With that, the bird sawed away into that one spot, earning a writhing, moaning mess of a male underneath him.
	“K-k-kerolan! S-slow down!”
	Slow down? FUCK THAT! The owl had been teased with a slow pace for too long! With renewed vigor, he pulled himself back just to slam into that spot with all his force. Without pause, he reversed only to do it again and again. A kind of pleasure filled horror made it to Hoppoma’s eyes, clearly unable to process this kind of stimulation. In most cases, Erolan would not be so rough, but the slow treatment wore on his libido too much. His balls ached for another release that was more to his style of fucking. Then without warning, the hybrid tensed up, arching his back and silently screaming as he shot another thick load all over his furry chest. The rapid squeezing on the bird’s cock made him shudder. He kept thrusting through the climax, feeling every clasp as he kept the orgasm in high states. Then he grasped the hips of the male and rammed in home one last time just as Hoppoma was tapering off. His own length pulsed as seed poured from his tip and splattered the insides of the hybrid. God he needed that hard release, his wings spread as he crooned. They stayed together in their mess as they panted.
	Eventually, Erolan slowly pulled himself out of Hoppoma’s well used ass. He shivered and watched every cum-covered inch appear before it slipped out, the hole gaping and lewdly leaking. Hot. Looking back up at the hybrid, he could see he was quite out of it. With a sigh, the bird began the task of grabbing his clothing and dressing slowly. Dressed, he turned to see the other hadn’t moved an inch. A chuckle came from him.
	“You ever want to do this again, have Rappy send me a message.”
	With that, the owl left the house to a still dazed Hoppoma. Pulling out his phone, Erolan sent a quick message of his own to Orilan.
	‘On my way back. Lube up your dick, I have an itch needs scratching.’