Furballs
He was stroking his cock in a Fursuit.
I loved watching them.
A cut-out hole just enough for him to stick his cock and balls out. In his hand was a wolf puppet. And what he wore…I only remembered it was a furry and orange-brown. Anything else it didn’t matter because my eyes were riveted to that pink human cock in a grey wolf puppet’s mouth.
He was Korean. ID-ed by his extended appendage. He wasn’t small because it fitted nicely into that puppet’s mouth. I guess he was Asian average. I remembered thinking how it must feel. Maybe it was like rubbing your privates against soft wool or flannel.
He didn’t say a word. I couldn’t tell what head he had on since the screen showed his furry chest and waist down.
“I like your wolf.” I grinned. Way to break the ice by commenting on the obvious. I was hoping for a voice but instead, he just jerked harder into that wolf’s mouth.
Too bad. As always with Ome, before I got to see the best part, the screen switched.
And he wasn’t the only weird one in a suit. There was a teenager surrounded by dog plushies on his bed. He was petting them and telling me about how much he liked them. And a popular insta influencer who said he had a Judy Hopps fetish.
Yes, I remembered that bunny in the Zoo. I liked her from the start and that flirting with that fox Wilde was over the top. I remembered asking H what those writers were insinuating. Yes, the sexual tension between the two animals was insane. I felt horny just watching them bicker and fight. Well, that was way before Yolo-ing and me knowing Furries were becoming a thing.
A long time ago, I went to Comic-con and Anime-con, and watched the fans cosplaying their favorite characters. It was like Halloween except Asian style - anime, game characters, and Comic superheroes. All normal stuff. And sex that came with that, yes, it was sexy.
And then I started seeing Mascots, which I guess was what Furries were, started appearing. Though the Japanese versions with their anime, fantasy costumes seemed more hot and creative than the real animal suits, I didn’t think too much about it.
“Did you know Furry sex is becoming a thing?” A guy I met on a dating app once told me. He looked ordinary enough in person.
“Really?” At that time I’d already heard more about that sexual genre. I’d read a thriller book and there was a scene where the main character went to a Furcon. The book’s descriptive words about the Yiff sex that went down was exciting but I shrugged it off.
Initially, I thought Yiff was a word for another age fetish like Milfs, or Gilfs. And when I researched recently, I was surprised at the blooming genre. At least twenty million views for Yiff porn on the Internet.
This was a sexual movement.
I won’t deny I could go back. There was no unseeing those graphic real-life vids, some home vids, 3d vids, and others cartoons.
After seeing those furry glory holes, it struck something deep in me, and I’m not into animalistic, hairy, and furry.
I agree role play made sex fun. We were all animals. Dressing up as someone, something else, and going at it in full steam, rough hot sex, be it in a suit, or maid costume, could be wild.
Why stop at just one suit? Why isn't everyone dressed in suits? Why not just gang-bang the shit out of it. Mass explosion of cum and pussy juices, growling, roaring, and screaming.
It could be cathartic.
We were oppressed by society and the faces we had to wear, so what was one more mask? The long and short, be what you want to be.
In Ome, I saw Spidermen smoking and jerking off. A person in a God suit. One wrapped in the flag of South Korea, and a few guys in maid costumes.
Yes, guy maid costumes were a thing. A few of the guys I’d chatted with had sprung that on me. Sending me pics of them in tight maid uniforms and their cocks poking like tents on their white aprons or splayed out on the ground skirt lifted with his oily dick in his hand.
“I thought it was just a meme. Guys in maid costumes,” Someone said.
“No, dude. They are real. And they jerk off in them,” I said. “And they like wearing those dresses for me.” I bit my lip. It was hard to say how I felt.
Disappointment. Curiosity.
Why? What attracted them to these outfits? Don’t they want the girls to wear them? Why would they cross-dress? Why do some guys like wearing bras and panties?
These hot guys whom I’d imagined fucking one day, and one I’d done, had that kink alternative. And, I’m opened to whatever they liked but the double standards in me wasn’t as open to having sex with them in those outfits.
Would it be better if they wore a fursuit instead?
“I’m very straight,” I told some of the online guys. “I won’t do a threesome with a girl. It’s not my kink.”
Which was true. We like what we like and who we like. I said before several times I was a sex racist.
“I’d like to think I’m not racist but sex is the one thing I feel I can be without feeling guilty about it.”
They always laugh when I say that.
“I deserve the right to whom I should bang.” But even proclaiming that, I tried to be fair. Doing an experiment with all things quite equal which I’d talk about in another story.
Was it troubling? People had types. Girls have types but apparently, guys were more free for all. The world was a buffet and having sex with a girl from every country was a colored pin in the global map.
“I am a fair and equal lover,” H liked to say.
So, was I being fair to the Maid role-player guys? I don’t know. Would it be better if they were dressed as animals with dicks sticking out? I don’t know.
We had our preconceived notions about what we like to imagine people to be. The bias that very hot guys were there to fulfill a woman’s ultimate fantasies. It was unfair. Looks didn’t guarantee a smooth, deliciously orgasmic night in bed. Experience had told me that.
Was I fulfilling my role as the hot, curvy MILF that everyone wanted?
Was loving Furries, wanting to be one, and fucking in a fursuit bad?
There was no right or wrong with sex. If anything, being open was what made it fun and special. Memories were meant to be made and shared.
So, if it pleases you to wear that suit, do it. Be free, my friend.
For once, twice, or thrice, let those furballs hang.