"Oh man!" Sam moaned, his hand pumping his cock through his shorts, "I'm so hard! So fuckin' HARD... And my tail..." Bending forward, he flexed his still-confined appendage, causing the seat of his shorts to jerk upwards. "...it's fuckin' ENORMOUS!" Grinning, he turned to his younger companion, whose flushed, handsome face was beaded with sweat. "I reckon you're down a month's pay, mate!"
"Don't count on it!" Joe breathed, one hand rubbing his pent up tail, the other working like a piston between his thighs. "It's not out yet. You gotta - Haww! - sprout it through your shorts... Oh fuck!" The mere thought of it had nearly made him cum!
"Who says?" Sam queried, totally ignoring of his shipmate's bray.
"That's what tails do," Joe gasped, feeling his shorts grow tighter and tighter. Yes! It was really growing now. "They rip - Hee Haw! - right through your pants!!!"
Suddenly Sam realized what Joe was up to. He was trying to distract him so he could take the lead!
"Oh no you don't," he declared, hitching his shorts up and bending with a vengeance. "It's ME who's gonna win this!"
Breathing heavily, he focused his thoughts the way Joe had, embracing all the sensations besieging him.
"Got to get you out," he murmured, jacking his tail up so it rammed against his shorts. "Got to get you out of there!"
His cock surged beneath his grasp, fast approaching climax.
"I'm gonna split!" Joe groaned, as his own shorts strained and stretched. "I'm gonna split my fuckin' SHORTS! AAAAAAAHAAAAWWWW!!!!"