"I feel like taking a shower, if you catch my drift," Jared said childishly helicoptering around his prominent morning wood, "Care to join me?" he pointed at your own burgeoning sunrise special.
"What happened to "it's not gay if you don't get a boner?" you asked, trying to seem disinterested.
"Josh, that's just for when you go to sleep," he explained as if it were the simplest thing in the world, "Everyone wakes up boned and nothings weird about two dudes spending some quality time together."
"That's more than a little contradictory, besides shouldn't we figure out what hap-" but before you could finish he simply grabbed your hand and dragged you along, apparently deciding for you.
"Don't be so fussy Josh, it's a wonder you can have any fun at all," Jared said, opening the bathroom door and accidentally knocking the door frame with his thick tail, "Shit, I gotta get used to this thing." With that Jared went to turn on the shower, idly feeling his fur and shamelessly teasing his boner while he waited for the water to warm. You on the other hand had froze like a deer in headlights by the door, your brain still perplexed by the whole situation while your body was very much craving this otter-man that casually played with himself. "You know, you can't shower with your clothes on," Jared said, snapping you back to reality.
"Oh...uh...right..." you said peeling your shirt off, and very much wondering if Jared had noticed your staring.
"Come on, come on," he said tapping his foot impatiently before deciding to just take your boxers off himself.
"Jared what the fuck, no!" you exclaimed in surprise as his hands entered your waistband.
Jared though completely ignored you and pulled your boxers down, revealing your moderately sized erection. "Hey buddy," he playfully said to your dick, "You wanna have a little fun?"
"Quit it," you told the giant otter talking to your dick, something you could never have imagined having to do in your entire life, "Frankly I'm not sure this is such a good idea."
"Nonsense!" Jared exclaimed before pushing you into the shower stall and following after.
Thankfully it was a reasonably large stall so you both fit with ease and you, deciding you'd try to calm down, sat on the tiled floor. This however proved to be a fatal mistake as Jared began audaciously grunting and jacking his throbbing member with such candor you wondered if he'd ever been human and was really an animal after all right above your face, eyes closed and head thrown back in ecstasy. Simply watching was getting you close to climax without ever touching yourself once, and when Jared's tail, flitting about with pleasure, made contact with you you could hold back no longer as the tip of his tail brushed the head of your member. Suddenly overcome with orgasmic pleasure you let out a yelp and shot several large wads onto Jared's legs and tail.
"Jesus dude...phew...you must have been...ahh...awfully pent up," he panted, continuing to masturbate without missing a beat.
"Ha...yeah I guess so..." you lied, knowing damn well you'd jerked it yesterday before you left, suspecting it was probably the thick member and heavy nuts only inches from your face that were the real culprit.
Before you could dwell any longer on the subject Jared simply said "Heads up," and with a grunt he unleashed what could only be classified as a torrent upon you, utterly covering your face in seed and applying smaller random coatings at his dick's discretion. Now that Jared had made what was one of the bigger releases of your life look like a "casual Tuesday" he began to regain his breath and said, "Sorry about that man," with a smile that told you he wasn't the least bit sorry, as his cock continued to quietly drip spunk.
"Yeah I'll bet, now I really do need to shower," you said standing back up.
One shower later, a considerably longer time spent trying to get clean spent for yourself because of Jared, you wrapped a towel around your waist and left the bathroom. Walking back to the bedroom to get dressed you saw Jared was reclining on the couch watching television, predictably, still entirely nude. Closing the bedroom door behind you you wondered aloud, "How am I going to survive all this..." as you dressed for the day, still clueless as to why your sister's dude-bro, albeit only slightly, boyfriend was an otter, why despite all his "it's not gay"-ness he wanted to jack off with you, and most of all why on Earth such a thing had to happen to you. Emerging again, stubbornly refusing to let anything impede your vacation, now fully dressed and determined to face the day you saw that...
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