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Themba let out a content sigh as he lowered his bare legs into the warm water. The night time air was warm, much like it had been all week, leaving the pool to feel almost like a hot bath, a perfect match for his nice, cold beer.

The lion wore nothing but a black vest and tight red boxer-briefs, his jacket and trousers folded neatly and left by the open glass sliding door, the light from the living room enveloping half the yard in its warm glow. Beside Themba sat a fully dressed zebra, legs crossed underneath him, no desire to get his hooves wet.

Said zebra, Zamani, was currently giving him and sideways look that Themba was doing his best to ignore. Then, with a heavy sigh, his striped companion said, "Dude, you gonna tell me about it or what?"

"Don't know what you're talking about." Themba asked, feigning ignorance.

Zamani had been his best friend since high school and all those years together meant he knew when Themba was spouting bullshit. "You're kidding, right? You had a screaming match with your boyfriend in one of the hottest clubs in town on a Saturday night. Half the people we know were there. You really think no one's talking about it?"

Themba winced. Did everyone know he'd caught his boyfriend with his hands down another guy's pants in a club restroom of all places? They'd only been dating a couple of months so it was hardly serious or anything. Still didn't stop it from hurting like hell.

"Can we not talk about that, please? I'm trying have a good time getting hammered with a friend and we don't need that arsehole ruining it," Themba said, brining his bottle up to his lips.

"Okay, I'll drop it. Although, I was just thinking that with that relationship over, maybe you can venture towards other greener pastures?" Zamani said with a sly smile.

Themba put his hand to his chest in mock shock. "Why, Zamani, I thought you were straight! I had no idea you were interested in the love that dare not speak its name. I would be honoured to be your first."

"Idiot." Zamani gave an eye roll and a chuckle. "I'm talking about Zen. You two have been crushing on each other since the dawn of time. Why not actually make it official?"

Themba bit his lip at the thought. He'd known Zamani and his twin brother, Zenzele, ever since he'd transferred to their school in grade ten. Back then he'd just been this awkward kid struggling to find himself and, honestly, meeting someone like Zenzele helped a lot.

Zenzele was an out and proud gay trans man. He'd had a rainbow pin stuck to his bag and had no issue with telling off people her purposefully misgendered him. With the support of someone like that by his side, Themba had learned to be open with who he really was.

"You're a gay lion and proud. Now, let me hear you roar!" Zenzele would say before doing the most sorry excuse of a roar Themba had ever heard.

But as cheesy as it might have been, with someone like that backing him up, he was able to get through some pretty dark times. It was really no surprise to anyone when he developed something of a crush on the zebra, one that he was sure Zenzele returned. They'd done some playful flirting here and there but nothing ever came of it since neither of them were ever single at the same time.

But, now that neither of them were seeing anyone, maybe he could have his chance? But what if it ruined their friendship? They'd known one another a good ten years and Themba didn't want to mess that up.

Themba opened his mouth to say something when he was interrupted by the roar of a motorbike engine pulling up into the driveway.

"Speak of the devil," Zamani said, ears perking up at the noise.

With a loud slam of the front door and heavy footsteps thumping against wooden floors, Zenzele made his way into the backyard through the sliding doors, a big grin on his face and a pizza in hand.

"Guess who's home! And, look, I brought a friend," Zenzele said, raising the pizza triumphantly.

"Fuck, Zen, do you even know what being quiet means? I think the whole neighbourhood knows you're home," Zamani responded with a huff. "What're you doing here, anyway?"

"Well, unless you kicked me out without my knowledge, I live here."

"I mean, why are you here now? I thought you were going to some party."

"Oh, that," Zenzele said, nonchalantly scratching his neck. "It sucked so I left. Now, you gonna carry on grilling me or would you like some pizza I oh so graciously stopped for on the way home?"

"Yeah, Zama, the man has pizza. Leave him alone," Themba said, shooting Zenzele a grin that he immediately returned.

Although, as tasty as the pizza smelled, it was a certain zebra that he'd much rather devour. Damn if Zen didn't look sexy decked out in his leather biker gear. That, matched with the barbell piercing on his left eyebrow and devil may care attitude, gave Zenzele something of a bad boy aesthetic that drove Themba wild. What he wouldn't give to run his hands up those leather clad legs.

"Hey, I'm gonna put this pizza in the kitchen and then throw on a pair of swimming trunks to join you, sound good?" Zenzele said.

"Sounds very good," Themba responded, his voice dropping lower than he'd intended.

Zenzele shot him a wink as he said, "You're sounding a little thirst there, Them. I think you need another beer. Unless there's something else you'd rather have, hmm?"

"Oh, I can think of something," Themba said, his face breaking out into a large grin.

"How the hell are you two not married yet?" Zamani said, rolling his eyes so hard it's a surprise they didn't fall right out of his head.

Zenzele's only response was to laugh before turning around and going back inside to presumably get changed and put the pizza away.

When he was out of earshot, Zamani turned to Themba and said, "So, when he comes back, I'm gonna make some excuse that I'm tired or whatever so you two can be alone."

Themba frowned. "I dunno, man. What if he's just messing around and doesn't actually have a thing for me?"

"Believe me, he's interested."

"But-"

Zamani covered his mouth with a hand. "He. Is. Interested," he said, deliberately punctuating each word while giving Themba a look that screamed he was going to kill him if he didn't act on his feelings.

Zamani stood up and left to go inside, giving one last shout of, "If neither of you say anything, I'm disowning the both of you!" before disappearing inside.

Themba took the last swig of his beer for courage and, now looking at the empty bottle, knew he'd need a lot more than just that. It was only his second beer so he was hardly even tipsy, largely thanks to his immense size. Getting drunk on just beer alone wasn't the easiest when you were six foot five and built like a truck made entirely of muscle.

Themba loved his body and he worked hard for it but it did cause him some problems. Mainly the fact that people saw him and immediately thought top. Too bad for them that Themba was the world's biggest bottom. He couldn't count how many hookups had been ruined upon finding out they were both big old bottoms. After all, two bottoms didn't make a right. Or something like that? Whatever. Zenzele was a strict top and that's all that mattered.

Being as close as they were, sex was talked about, of course, usually in the context of bragging about their latest conquests or laughing at sexual screw ups. Thanks to their talks, Themba knew having sex as a trans person could be a sexual minefield. One touch in the wrong place could send them into a dysphoric breakdown that could take hours to come back from. Thankfully, Zenzele didn't have many places on his body that could trigger an attack like that. Didn't mean he didn't have his no places.

Zenzele was not a fan of being penetrated, in the front or the back. It didn't set his dysphoria off but, for some reason, he just couldn't find any arousal by being penetrated. Now, being the one giving it was a different subject altogether. Zenzele loved his strap-ons and said there was nothing more thrilling than putting his biggest one on and domming a guy twice his size. What Themba wouldn't give to be that guy. Just the thought alone was enough to send shivers down his back and send lightning to his cock.

"Yo, Them, got you another beer."

Themba let out a less than manly yelp, crossing his leg to try his best to hide his growing erection. "Oh, hey, Zen. Thanks for the, uh, beer."

Themba felt his mouth go dry when he saw Zenzele. He wore his favourite pair of black swimming trunks, with a red stripe going up the side, but that wasn't what Themba cared about. After all, who cares about swimwear when an absolutely hottie is standing shirtless right in front of you? Themba remembered when Zenzele had first gotten top surgery and insisted on walking around shirtless whenever he got the chance, proud to show off his new flat chest. Those had been the hardest months ever on Themba's dick.

Zenzele handed him his beer and Themba wasted not time in opening it and downing nearly half the thing to try and moisten the desert that had taken over his mouth.

"Woah, calm down, man, you're gonna choke," Zenzele said with a laugh.

"Sorry, guess I was pretty thirsty," Themba said and then, looking at his friend's empty hands, asked, "You not having one?"

"Nah, I had a few at the party," he responded with a dismissive have of a hand.

"You had a few at...but you drove home!"

Before Themba could scold him on his reckless driving habits, Zenzele was in the pool with a loud splash. Themba let out an exasperated sigh and Zenzele resurfaced a moment later with a big smile on his face.

"Damn, the water's great! Come on in."

The water came up to Zenzele's midriff and, Themba had to admit, the way the water clung to his lean frame was more than appealing. Still, going in the pool was a big no thanks to his rising problem. Stupid sexy Zen giving him a hard on.

"You know what? I'm good," Themba said with a pained smile as he watched a drop of water slide down over one of Zenzele's dark nipples.

"Really? Even with that massive boner you're trying to hide?"

Themba had chosen that exact moment to finish his drink and nearly dropped his bottle in the process. Trying his best not to choke on his beer, Themba spluttered, "What?!"

"Dude, I've known you for, like, ten years. I know when you're trying to hide a hard on. You're not very good at it, by the way."

Themba's face went bright red as he tried tried his best to hide behind one of his large hands. "Holy shit, man, I am so sorry. Yup, this is how I'm going to die. I never thought it would be embarrassment that did me but there you go."

Zenzele gave gentle laugh that made Themba's heart skip a beat. Even making fun of him he sounded perfect. "Calm down, man. It's not a big deal. We've all been there. Okay, so, maybe my arousal is usually less obvious but I've seen it happen to Zamani. Although..." Zenzele swam over to him and placed a hand on each one of his knees, gently pulling them apart. Themba's legs now spread, his erection was a lot more obvious. "...it's definitely a lot more appealing when you're turned on."

Themba let out a small chuckle. "I should hope you find me turned on a lot better than when your brother is."

Zenzele threw his head as he barked with laughter. "Okay, so, maybe I'm not the best at dirty talk but I'm trying my best here."

"That was you trying to talk dirty? Yeah, you definitely need some practice," Themba said, the joking mood in the air making him feel a lot less nervous than before.

"And how would you feel about being my teacher?" Zenzele said, hands slowly creeping up Themba's thighs. "Not gonna lie, Them, loving your choice of evening attire. It leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination."

"Hey, it was hot and I didn't bring any swimming trunks with me."

"Oh, it's hot all right."

Zenzele licked his lips as he looked at the bulge threatening to break through Themba's boxer-briefs. Neither could believe how aroused the lion already was, even without being touched directly. A mischievous smirk broke out across Zenzele's face and Themba felt his mouth grow dry at what that could mean. He didn't have to wait long, however, as Zenzele leaned in and grabbed the waist of his underwear between his teeth. One rough tug was all it took to release Themba's dick from its fabric prison.

Zenzele let go of the material but refused to move from his spot inbetween Themba's legs. Themba opened his mouth to speak but any words he had planned were quickly swallowed by a low moan as Zenzele leaned forward to lick a long stripe along the side of his cock from base to tip.

"Not a bad taste there, kitty," Zenzele said, licking his lips. "But I think I need a bigger sample than just that."

"Oh, I think you want a little more than just a sample," Themba responded, grinning.

Chuckling, Zenzele removed one of his hands from Themba's thighs to cup his massive balls. With how large they were, holding them in one hand was no easy feat. But something being difficult never stopped Zenzele before and he sent him a look that seemed to say, "Before the night is done, these are gonna be empty."

Then, with a predatory smirk that fit the zebra more than it had any right to, he leaned in and gave the tip of Themba's dick a sharp flick of his tongue. "Fully hard and already leaking? My, you are pent up, aren't you?"

"Or maybe it's because I have the hottest guy around right by my crotch," Themba said, breathing already growing husky.

"Sorry but I think the title of hottest guy belongs to you."

Themba laughed. "God, you're such a dork."

Zenzele shot him a wink before he began planting kisses up and down the side of his length. Themba couldn't believe how aroused he was from just a few gentle touches. If he ever actually decided to deepthroat him he'd pop in an instant. Just the thought alone was enough to send him close to the edge and, fearing the night would be over too soon, he placed a hand on Zenzele's snout and gently pushed him away.

Zenzele furrowed his brow and asked, "Is something wrong, babe?"

Fuck, why was him calling him babe so damn hot? Themba took a deep breath and said, "Sorry but I don't want this to end just yet and I was, uh, getting kinda close."

"You're kidding, right? I barely did anything!" Zenzele said, laughing.

"What did you expect? I've been fantasising about this since high school."

"Aw, that's cute. I was in little Them's spank bank."

"Zen, you were the manager of the spank bank."

"I'm flattered," Zenzele said as he fondled his balls. "Tell me, did you only ever shoot off once back then?"

"Well, not always..." Themba said with a raised brow, wondering where this was going.

"Now, I know we don't have the same kind of stamina as we did back in high school but I'm sure you can handle nutting more than once. I have so much planned for you, kitty cat."

Zenzele then proceeded to wrap his lips around the tip of Themba cock and give it a rough suck, sending a shiver up along Themba's spine. Themba quickly realised the benefits of getting head from someone with such a long jaw when, without warning, Zenzele took in his whole length with ease until his snout was pressed up against the soft fur of his stomach.

"Holy shit, Zen," Thembe gasped.

Zenzele hummed, the slight vibrations from the action causing jolts of pleasure to shoot through Themba's dick. He then, agonisingly slowly, pulled back, his tongue brushing up against the side of Themba's cock as he did so.

He started out slow, his tongue painstakingly exploring him as he slowly bobbed his head up and down. When he started to speed up, Themba placed a shaking hand on the back of his head, fingers threading through his brush of a mane. Themba closed his eyes and leaned back, simply enjoying the motion as he felt himself growing closer to the edge.

As if able to feel his oncoming release, Zenzele began to speed up, doing his best to coat every inch of Themba's dick with his tongue as he went. It was a scrap of teeth against sensitive flesh that finally sent him over the edge, Themba letting out a noise that was more akin to a roar than a moan as he hunched over, his grip on Zenzele's mane tightening to what must have been painful levels.

Still, if it did hurt, Zenzele didn't say it as he released Themba's already softening member with a pop. He spat into the pool water before saying, "Yuck, no matter how many times I do that I'll never get used to the taste. Hey, you think you can let go of my mane? I'm gonna go bald here with the way you're tugging on me."

"Sorry," Themba said with a goofy grin and let go of his friend. "That was just...wow."

"Don't need to tell me twice. I know I've got skills."

"And such modesty, too."

Zenzele grabbed the edge of the pool and pulled himself out to sit beside Themba. The lion couldn't help but be transfixed at the way the water clung to his friend's coat. Wait, were they even friends now? Was this going to be a one off thing or was there something more behind it all? Before he got the chance to say anything, Zenzele spoke up. "How about we continue this upstairs? I bought a new something I'd love to show you."

Then, watching him stand make his way to the open sliding door, water dripping down his naked back, Themba figured he could wait a little while to have 'the talk'.

---

"Zen, that pizza box was there the last time I was in your room two weeks. Is the concept of cleaning up alien to you?"

Zenzele had never been the neatest of people. His queen bed remained unmade and his floor was riddle with unwashed clothes, beer cans, and one lone empty pizza box that sat sadly in the corner.

"Hey, man, don't judge. I'm a busy guy," Zenzele said as he made his way to his wardrobe. He opened the door and knelt down to open a large and very familiar wooden chest. Themba's eyes widened when he saw Zenzele rifle through what had been dubbed The Toy Chest. Whenever Zenzele bought a new sex toy he'd always felt the need to show it off to Themba and go into great detail when it came to what he was going to use it for. For years he'd hoped Zenzele would use one of those toys on him. He couldn't help the way his dick twitched to life at the thought of this finally being his chance.

"Aha! Found it. Do me a favour, babe?" Zenzele said looking at him from over his shoulder. "Lie on the bed and lift that pretty little tail of yours."

"I thought you'd never ask," Themba said as he made his way to the bed.

Themba removed his vest and underwear, tossing it aside to join one of the many piles of dirty clothing on Zenzele's floor. He then crawled over the messy sheets of Zenzele's bed, burying his face into a nice cool pillow. The pillow was devoid of any scent of deodorant and, instead, Themba's nostrils were assaulted by an aroma that was raw and uniquely his Zen. Themba could already feel his arousal growing again.

That's when he heard Zenzele say, "Fit's like a glove," and looked over his shoulder to be met with a sight more intoxicating that the zebra's scent.

Zenzele stood there bottle of lube hin hand and swimming trunks gone, replaced by the dark red materiel of a harness digging into the white fur of his hips, a large, black dildo horse cock attached to the front, standing tall and proud as anything. He thought he'd seen all of Zenzele's sex toys but, apparently not, as he definitely would have remembered the monster before him.

Still speechless, he watched as Zenzele shook the bottle of lube in his hand with a wink before popping open the cap and pouring a liberal amount over his dildo's shaft. He dropped the now empty bottle on the floor, wrapped his fingers around the length and began pumping it, coating every inch of his fingers and length with lube.

"This big guy is new. Only got him last week and haven't had the chance to break him in, yet. Wanna help me Christen this big guy?" Zenzele said with a smirk.

"Oh, fuck yes."

Zenzele grinned at his response before positioning behind him and said, "As much as I love your enthusiasm, gotta get you preped first. Shouldn't take too long. After all, an arse like yours is hardly a stranger to dick. Isn't that right, kitty cat?"

Themba wiggled his rear end at him and gave a little sing-song, "Maaaaybe."

Zenzele shot him a smirk before easily sliding one finger in. It wasn't long before another finger was added and soon they had a nice rhythm of in and out, Themba sighing with content at the motion.

"Oh...that's...that's good!" he moaned when Zenzele hit a certain spot deep inside of him.

It wasn't long before a third finger met with the previous two causing a stretch was absolutely delicious. He couldn't wait for more.

"I think I'm ready," he panted, struggling to speak through the pleasure.

"Okay," Zenzele said, his own voice heavy from unspent pleasure. "Just tell me if it gets too much."

Zenzele removed his finers only to be replaced by the flared head of his large horse cock. He placed a hand on each one of Themba's hips, giving them a slight squeeze as he slowly inched hi way into him. Themba's teeth sank into the pillow as he was stretched in a way far more beautifully than any fingers could. Zenzele kept on going until he made it to the ring of his shaft.

"Z-Zen," Themba groaned through clenched teeth.

A little more and he was all the way in.

"Fuck," Zenzele said, looking down at Themba. "Nothing's hotter than seeing me inside you."

From what Zenzele had told him, while having the base of the dildo press up against him was enjoyable, for a dickless guy like him, the real pleasure came from the mentality of it all. For him, nothing was hotter than a man beneath him begging for more while being pounded. Well, if that was what he wanted, why not give him a show?

Looking over his shoulder, Themba said, "That's a good start but you can do better than that, can't you?"

Zenzele huffed. "Cheeky little shit."

Suddenly, his hips snapped forward, causing Themba to yelp, his legs nearly giving out beneath him.

"Now, that's what I'm talking about, Stripes," Themba said as heat radiated throughout his body.

Zenzele didn't say anything else, instead choosing to focus on slamming his hips against Themba, upping his speed and ferocity with every thrust.

For what seemed like an eternity, the only sound in the room was that of moans, grunts, and flesh against flesh. A knot began to form in the pit of Themba's stomach and he knew he was getting close. He grabbed at his dick and began pumping himself, the mixture of friction from in front and behind melding together in a beautiful mixture of pleasure.

"Fuck, I'm almost..." Themba began to pant as his peak grew nearer. Then, without warning, Zenzele grabbed a fistful of his main and yanked, forcefully pulling his head back so that he was gazing up at the ceiling. This, matched with a few more harsh thrusts was enough to send Themba over the edge with a roar even louder than before, Zenzele letting a shout of his own nearly a powerful at his own release.

Zenzele let go of his mane and pulled out. Without anyone to hold him up anymore, Themba collapsed onto the bed, all his energy gone.

"That was...holy shit," Themba found himself saying after catching his breath.

Still wearing the strapon, Zenzele flopped down onto the bed beside him, wearing the biggest grin he could muster. "What can I say? I'm just that good."

"And again with the modesty!"

The two men laughed. It started out as a small chuckle but soon grew until they were both roaring with laughter, tears prickling at the corner of their eyes. Themba couldn't remember the last time he'd laughed so hard. The joke hadn't even been that funny but he couldn't help but fight the giddiness he felt over what had just happened. He'd just slept with a man he'd had feelings for for a good ten years. Still, there was that one question at the back of his mind.

After a good five minutes of laughter, Themba was finally able to calm himself down long enough to ask, "So, what are we now."

"Basking in afterglow?"

"No, you twit," Themba said with a grin and a shake of his head. "I mean, our relationship. Are we dating now or...?"

Zenzele raised a brow. "Well, that's a dumb question. Of course we are. I'm not exactly the kind of guy to hit it and quit it."

"Zen, we both know that isn't true. Remember last year when you slept with a different guy for every day in October?"

"Oh, yeah, I remember that. Cocktober was great," Zenzele said with an almost dreamy expression on his face.

Themba rolled his eyes and was about to admonish the zebra's perverse habit s when something he'd said before finally registered. "Wait. We're dating now?"

Zenzele reached out a hand to cup Themba's cheek in an oddly romantic gesture for him. "Them, I've been in love with you since, fuck, I don't even know when. Whenever I saw you with a new guy it hurt and even though I've tried to get over you by seeing other guys it never worked. Hell, Cocktober happened because the first was your one year anniversary with that hyena guy."

"Sipho? You never did like him," Themba said before furrowing his brow, realisation hitting him. "Actually, you've never liked any of the guys I dated."

"Because seeing the guy you're madly in love with dating someone else hurts like hell."

Before he could say anymore, Themba shot forward, smashing their lips together in a fiery kiss. This. This was what he'd wanted ever since that first time Themba had smiled at him in the hallway outside of Maths class all those years ago. Zenzele loved him. He actually love him. Nothing could ruin this moment.

Except maybe a loud hanging on the bedroom door and an irate brother shouting, "Please tell me you two are done for the night. I'm trying to sleep and all your noise is giving me nightmares."

"Bro, please, you better get used to this because this is how it's gonna be from now on," Zenzele said, tossing Themba a wink.

They heard Zamani give a pained groan followed by hoofs on wooden floors as he walked away.

Zenzele gave Themba a look before breaking out into the biggest shit eating grin. "So, wanna go again and piss off my brother even more?"

"Do you even need to ask?"

Zamani would not be getting any rest that night.