A Night In
Having some issues formatting my orc ebook, but hopefully it will be up for sale soon. In the meantime here's another story from my patreon backlog. This time with some sweet roommate action. I must admit this story was born from my love for King Shark and my desire to write some shark stuff with big cute shark guys. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
It was Saturday night, for Christopher that usually meant a night out. However, the week had been far more exhausting than usual and his roommate had a date. Which meant for the first time in months the apartment would be empty for the entire evening. The white tiger had decided that hitting the clubs could wait for a week, as could the gym. A large pizza was ordered; ham and pineapple. Extra delicious thanks to not having to listen to his roommate lecture him on how much an abomination having fruit on a pizza was.
A six-pack of beer in the fridge, proper imported ale too. Not the American piss that was easier to find. Chris had never seen the appeal of the lighter lagers, they lacked robustness and depth of flavour. As a Brit living in the states, he had also learned to keep his mouth shut on that opinion. Plus, if he was honest, he would admit there were some surprisingly good American craft beers out there. You just had to look a little harder to find them.
With the large pizza on the coffee table and a cold coconut porter ale sitting beside it, the tiger put his large paws up on the sofa. His eyes were fixed on the television and his mobile had been left in his bedroom. That way his friends could not find him to try and tempt him with some fun away from the warmth and comfort of the sofa. Or guilt him into coming out because it was x's birthday, or y had had a rough time. This was his night, he was a party of one and a happy one at that.
The tiger relaxed as the opening music hit on his comfort movie. Star Wars, the original and in his opinion the best. A movie that reminded him of his childhood, of hours spent playing with little plastic men and plastic spaceships. Long before he could know just how much damage those toys could do to the environment. They were just a cool window into imaginary worlds where he could hide away from the real one which did not have space magic or Ewoks in it and was therefore inferior.
Sighing contently, he lifted a slice of pizza to his lips and took a bite. Sweet and salty goodness hit his tongue and he gave a sigh of pure blissful content. He followed the mouthful of pizza with a mouthful of the black ale. Coconut sweetness mixing with the strength and bitterness of ale so potent most places would only serve it in half-pints. As he watched Darth Vader crush a man's throat with his hand, he contemplated another slice of pizza.
A loud noise made him groan. It was the front door slamming shut. A moment later the living room door opened and his roommate stomped in. "Hey, Kyle. Bad date?" The tiger asked as he looked up to see the shark he shared the rent with staring at him. Kyle was a great white, which gave his face a somewhat chunky and cute appearance. Which matched his belly and general form. Just enough muscle to hold his frame together. Christopher definitely found him cute, though the aquatic was straight.
"What makes you say that?" Grunted Kyle, his tone accusatory and his form very hunched and defensive.
"It's only just a little after nine and you are home," the tiger replied calmly. "So either your date went really well and you are about to give me some money to go to the pictures, or it went really bad."
"Yeah... well, I ain't gonna give you money to go to the pictures," the shark admitted and walked to the end of the sofa. "Feet."
Chris began wondering if it was too late to go out for the night, as he moved to a sitting position to free up space for the shark. With a muffled thud the portly aquatic slumped down on the sofa. The shark grabbed a slice of pizza and began to pick the pineapple off it. Though without a word of complaint, which sent alarm bells ringing in the tiger's mind. "What happened?"
"Nothing, literally nothing happened," the shark replied sharply and far too aggressively. Had Chris not known his roommate for so long he might have felt threatened. For all his sharp teeth the tiger knew the shark was all bark no bite. Mentally he began to count to ten and he had only gotten to five when he saw the shark's shoulders slump, "she didn't even fucking turn up. Or maybe she did and just didn't like what she saw."
Chris winced to hear that. Kyle had been recovering from a bad break-up when the tiger had met him. Over the last five months, he had seen the aquatic striking out at least a dozen times. Online dating had been the final step and he knew it hurt the shark's dignity to try it. The fact he was the only person with whom Kyle had shared that information was telling.
"Or maybe she got hit by a bus on the way," the tiger cut in as he grabbed his ale and took another swig. Thinking that if she did not get hit by a bus he hoped karma would hit her with something unpleasant anyway. For all his faults, and there were many, Kyle was a sweet guy. To be left sitting in a restaurant for hours waiting for a date that never turned up was something he most definitely did not deserve.
"The worst part was the waiting staff. Every five minutes asking if my 'friend' was coming. Like they all knew I was stood up," the bite had all gone from the shark's tone. Now there was an actual whimper. "I swear I saw a few of them smirking in my direction."
"Cunts," the tiger snorted in general support of his friend. While he grabbed another slice of the rapidly disappearing pizza. He saw the shark stiffen slightly and remembered that the c-word was somewhat an atomic bomb of a swear on this side of the pond. For a moment he pondered apologising, however, laughing at a poor guy who was stood up. Chris stood by using the word, even from an American perspective. "There's more beer in the fridge."
"Like real beer or that British stuff? " The shark asked, eying the bottle of beer on the table suspiciously like it might be tasteable just by the look.
"We British have been brewing ale longer than your nation has existed," retorted the tiger. "However, I think there's a six-pack of piss in there for you."
The tiger noticed the lack of an argument from his roommate on that point. The argument of British ale versus American lager was the bedrock of their relationship. Clearly, Kyle was more upset than he was letting show.
A moment or two later the shark returned with a bottle of bud in his chunky hand. The shark unfastened the top few buttons on his shirt and asked, "Hey, does this shirt work with these pants?"
Christopher took a glance and replied, "yeah, it's a good shade of blue, goes well with your scales and your pants." He replied, trying to sound as honest as possible. It was easy because the shirt did actually look good on the shark. Chris kinda liked how when the portly guy sat down he could catch just a glimpse of a white cuddly belly.
"So... it was me then," Kyle muttered softly, possibly not intending the tiger to hear it. However, Chris did and he knew he had made a tactical error and not given his friend an easy way to rationalise what had happened.
"Hey, don't go down that route, any woman would be lucky to have you," the tiger cut in quickly and firmly. "You are cu...andsome. Handsome. You got the jaw and the fin going. You're smart, funny and good looking. Maybe she was just worried because you looked so good and she looked nothing like her profile." The last part was reaching, but he really did not want to see his roommate enter into a spiral of self-pity and self-hatred.
"Thanks, but I know you're just saying that," mumbled the shark as he took his seat. Though, Christopher could see a slight smile just edging its way onto his face.
"Hey, I never lie about hot guys, it's a point of principle. Plus my mother taught me better," chuckled the tiger, relaxing just a little.
"Your mother taught you to never lie about hot guys?" the shark asked with a smirk.
"Of course, that and how to bake," Christopher chuckled. "You know so I could catch those hot guys that I am not lying about."
"Amazing woman," Kyle replied and took a swig. "How come you are watching this?"
"Rough week at work, Star Wars is the comfort food of movies. At least, to me," the tiger replied with a shrug.
He watched, as Kyle took another slice of his pizza and started to pick the pineapple off it. "I guess pizza is the comfort food of comfort food." It was not a good joke, but Chris thought it was good that Kyle was joking. "I can order another one if you are hungry. I didn't eat at the restaurant. Wasn't going to sit there and have a full meal by myself. Or maybe Chinese or some sushi?"
Chris shrugged, "whatever you want really, I don't mind either way."
For a few minutes, they sat in silence, sipping beer and eating pizza. While the movie played on. The tiger was just beginning to lose himself in the story when Kyle suddenly asked, "so... like do you really think I'm hot? Y... you're not just saying that cause I got stood up, right?"
With a deep breath, the tiger turned to his roommate and gave him a slightly stern look, "yes I'm saying that because you got stood up..." he started and held up a paw as the shark began to shrink. "But, if you were to ask me on a day when you had not been stood up, I would give the same answer. I'm into dudes and if I didn't know you and saw you out in the club, I'd totally hit you up for a date."
"So... you don't think I should lose weight? I mean my belly is..."
"Cute! It's fucking cute, ok? Your belly is cute! You are fucking adorable! You got those chunky cheeks and a snuggly stomach. I would happily let you be the big spoon every fucking night after I had sucked both of your cocks so dry you would need to drink a gallon of water to rehydrate," an exasperated feline cut in far too sharply and honestly. "Look, if you want to lose a pound or two, then I'll support that. However, do it because you want to. Don't do it cause of some bint, who is too dumb to know a good thing when she sees one, did something hurtful."
For a moment the only sound in the apartment was of a man getting his limb chopped off by a lightsaber. The shark looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Which for an apex predator was an impressive feat. Chris was all too aware he had shared just a tad too much. If you defined tad as an imperial tonne. For the Brit, he fell back on his natural instincts, stiffened his upper lip and altered his reality to a point where the outburst had not happened. This reality-altering effect was greatly enhanced by draining the entire bottle of strong ale.
Eventually, Kyle too seemed to relax, muttering, "well, at least I can always try the other side if this dry spell keeps up."
"A shark on a dry spell, I'm sure there's a joke in there somewhere," Christopher replied, spurred on by the happy gurgles of a belly filled with too much ale and not enough pizza.
"After nine months, I'm not laughing," Kyle replied with a sigh. "Honestly, I have thought about asking if you have any friends who would... " This time it was the shark who seemed to have realised he was saying too much.
It was both too much and not enough for the tiger. Would what? Want to suck and possibly ride a straight guy? He could think of a half dozen names off the top of his head. His own being foremost among them. Kyle was his roommate, after all, a roomie with benefits was something he would very much enjoy.
Kyle's hands were on his own belly and the tiger watched him shake his head and then drain his own bottle of beer, "you want another round?" The shark asked.
"Yeah, sure," Chris replied, knowing that more strong ale was not likely to enhance his decision making. However, there was something to be said for bad decisions. Usually, that something was; 'don't make them.' Yet, bad choices had led to some of the most fun times he could remember. Some of the most painful ones too. A roomie with benefits sounded like a fun concept, but it required both sides to know and be able to deal with the realities for years afterwards.
Sure, sucking Kyle dry would be super fun. Chris loved to give head and a shark had two heads to service. He could try and fit them both in at once. Or just do them one at a time, jumping from cock to cock. He wondered if that would work to delay any orgasm. Like does a shark need near-continuous stimulation to just one, or is it just stimulation period that counts? The tiger crossed his legs a little to hide the growing bulge formed from planning a bunch of marine experiments.
Nine months of just his hand for company. The tiger found himself wondering just how pent up his roommate was. He had never made any hints at being bi-curious. Was it just the pent up thing? Or maybe he was actually thinking long term. Or was it all just some idle awkward guy talk, brought on by the poor shark feeling rejected and the need to feel in some way desired?
By the time Kyle returned with the next round of beer, Chris had decided it was best to let the matter drop. The two sat in silence for a bit longer, just drinking their beer and eating the last slices of pizza. That was one blessing, since Kyle had returned early Chris had shared the large pizza and was happily free of the junk food bloatedness that often followed a comfort food binge.
His second bottle of ale had gone down far faster than he normally would have liked. A happy little rosey tingle had set in the back of his mind. Just enough to soften the edges of a hard angular world. As he watched the movie his mind began to wander back, just wondering what might have been. Glancing to the side he realised the shark was not looking at the television, Kyle was staring at him.
The grey face gained a slight pink hue and he turned away, back to the screen. Leaving the tiger with yet more questions. How long had he been looking? Was it just a coincidence they both looked at the same time? Or had Kyle been staring for longer, maybe even checking him out? He knew he was not a bad looking guy. Nice fit body, trained at the gym several times a week to burn off the beer and indulgences of life. Purple eyes that some guys found enchanting. Plus the voracious sexual appetite that accompanied many of the larger feline species.
Chris was not usually shy about approaching guys. Though this was different, rejection from a stranger was fine. You usually don't ever see them again for one thing. Offering your roomie a night of no-strings fun was very different. It came with strings already attached. What he really needed was some clear indication that Kyle was actually interested. Because there was something more awkward than having to look your roommate in the eye after a night of no-strings fun, and that was having to look him in the eye after having offered a night of no-strings fun only to be rejected. Finding a new place to live and a roommate with who he could get on could take years.
"Chris?" The tiger was woken from his thoughts by the shark's voice. The feline's ears went down and he smiled shyly, a clear sign of feline embarrassment. "You want another beer?"
"Yes," A third strong ale in a little over an hour was the absolute second worst thing he could do. However, it was better than the first worst thing which was to admit what he had been thinking of offering the shark.
A minute later he had a third bottle of beer open and in his paw. Gulping down another swallow he heard the shark sigh, "so... you guys, you got it all sorted right? I mean, that's what it seems like from a distance. You don't have to try and figure out women and you get to have like...sex a lot."
Chris could not help but laugh, "naw, mate. We're just as fucked up as you lot, guys can be just as frustrating as girls. Though... I won't say I have struggled to get laid much."
"Not really surprising, I mean look at you." Chris's ears went back as he heard that. There was a definite compliment there. The tiger wondered if the shark was making a general observation, or was it a more personal opinion. "Then... look at me."
"I am," Chris replied and bit his lip hoping the shark had not picked up on it. Taking a swig from his beer to cover the embarrassment. "Lots of girls like a guy with some padding, guys do too. Trust me, you let me take you out to some of the clubs I hang out at and you'll be begging to leave cause of all the guys fawning over you."
"Deal," Kyle replied, with a chuckle. "It'd be nice for someone to actually, you know, ask me. Not make me do the asking."
"Fair enough. Though I should warn you guys can be a lot more forward about that," Chris warned. Then he saw an opportunity, a chance to test the waters and see if they were shark-infested, in the good sexy way. "I mean, how would you handle it if some guy, like me, just asked you to join him in the toilets or an alley for a quick suck?"
Kyle's face turned a wonderful shade of pink and the shark took a swig from his bottle. "I... dunno. Depends on if I thought they meant it or if they were just, you know, teasing."
"They'd mean it," Chris replied, his eyes wandering a little, looking down the shark's chest to where his stomach showed just a little through gaps between his shirt buttons. "I certainly would." His breath caught in his throat as he realised he spoke those words out loud. His entire body froze as he waited to see what the fallout might be.
"I... you... I..." Kyle stammered. It was clear the shark was struggling to think of words to say next. "You... would?"
His ears flat back the white tiger just tried to breathe, and work it through in his head. He knew he was technically over the line. However, with some careful backpedalling and some clever words he could get back to the other side of the line again. "Yeah, a big sexy guy like you. I like a bit of a gut to hold on to." That was not backpedalling and Chris knew it. There was no going back now, those words were out and he would have to deal with whatever fallout there was.
"I mean... I don't want... you know, with my butt. I'm not into... that," Chris could not help but let out another chuckle at that. The big shark shrinking back shyly, huddling on the corner of the sofa as if the tiger was about to pounce and have his way with him regardless.
"I wouldn't do anything you were not ok with," the tiger purred softly, making sure to stay still so as not to spook the shark. "It's just a hypothetical ok. Just saying, hypothetically, if you wanted your dick sucked, I would enjoy sucking it... them."
"Oh," Kyle responded looking a little embarrassed and Chris was sure he heard something else in there. Some disappointment at his saying it was only a hypothetical offer.
"Hypothetically, if I had offered, what would your hypothetical response have been?" Chris knew he was pushing things, but his aching cock demanded answers to that question.
Once more the shark's blue cheeks turned purple and his eyes were suddenly on anywhere but the tiger, "I mean...I... it's been a while and... it's not that gay... and I've nothing against guys doing stuff. I'm very open-minded and stuff." Kyle mumbled, and the tiger detected a horny guy trying to rationalise to himself that he could enjoy a good dick sucking.
"Well, hypothetically, you would be in for the dick sucking of his life." The tiger added, with a full predator grin. "I got skills and experience at that sort of thing."
"H.... hypothetically... would I have to... s..."
"Reciprocation is not required," Chris cut in, partly to save the poor shark from going any pinker. Kyle had still not moved his eyes from the T.V. "I actually love giving head, it's one of the most fun ways to spend an evening with a guy. Just listening to all the fun sounds guys make while you take good care of their junk. Of course, as a cat, my tongue's a bit rougher than most. So some guys can't take the teasing too long, they just give me a mouthful in seconds." For a few seconds, there was silence and then he suddenly added. "Hypothetically." as if that made everything he said less real.
"I suppose... hypothetically, I'd have said... yes," the last word was whispered so quietly Chris only just caught it. It was as if the shark was afraid that just saying the word would lead someone to point at him and accuse him of being less than perfectly straight.
Chris felt a small swell of pity for the shark. He remembered his own angst as a kitten, fighting with his sexuality and then the fear of admitting he might not be straight even to close friends. He decided that he should take the reins, there was no need to make it any more awkward for the poor aquatic. The tiger slipped forward off the sofa and onto his knees. This time he saw Kyle's eyes dart to him and he gave a wink.
A quick movement and he was before the portly shark. Kyle opened his mouth to say something and the tiger cut him off before he could say anything, "ssshhhh, you don't have to say or ask anything ok? If you don't want this just let me know now and I'll happily pretend it never happened. Otherwise, just relax and let me take care of you. If I do anything that you don't like, tell me." For a few seconds, he stayed still, looking up at the shark. Then he saw that blushing cute face give a slight nod.
With permission given, he felt himself relax. Although in the back of his mind some small part of him was warning that he was crossing a line he could never uncross. However, the rest pointed out that he had already crossed that line, so he may as well enjoy being on the other side and all the delicious shark meat there was on the fun side of the line.
He placed his paws lightly on the shark's covered thighs. Feeling Kyle jump just a little at the touch. Running his fingers slowly up them, he heard a soft moan from above and smiled to hear that the touch was appreciated. His hands moved quickly stroking up to their destination, which was far lumpier than he expected. Clearly, the idea had not just aroused the tiger. He gave a soft purr, as his fingers found the flies of Kyle's pants and pulled them down. Deftly they popped the button and he heard Kyle gasp audibly as his pants fell open, revealing his boxers beneath.
Tugging a little he worked the pants down just enough to unveil twin bulges in the boxer fabric. His nose picked up the scent of musk, mixed with a slight oceanic scent, like high tide on a sunny day. A glance upwards showed Kyle was looking at the T.V. possibly imagining that it was some female on their knees about to fondle his junk. Chris could understand that.
Pressing onward, he slipped a paw inside the open buttonless fly on the shark's boxers. This time it was both of their voices that lifted up, as his fingers explored and caressed a beautiful and fully erect cock. Then moved on to another, the tiger gasped at the size of Kyle's double meat. Each one was impressive on its own and together he knew they would create a formidable sea monster that only the most experienced sailor would want to challenge.
Letting his fingers curl around the first shaft, he slid them down, gasping at their length and thickness. He had to admit he was impressed, he never thought his roommate was packing so much heat. A switch to the other cock and he found an almost identical smooth length. Chris had to gulp to stop himself drowning as he thought of getting his lips around those twin beauties. However, he knew that the most important thing was to bring pleasure to the shark. After all, a good job would hopefully lead to a repeat opportunity. The more the aquatic relaxed the more fun they would be able to have.
He pulled his paw free and heard the soft and slightly disappointed gasp, noticing the twitch in Kyle's hips as the shark tried to thrust into the vanishing hand. "Need to get your pants off, lift up." The tiger muttered and was gratified with immediate response and obedience to his request. There was no doubt that Kyle was very much enjoying the attention.
With a few tugs, the shark's pants were pulled down to his ankles and Chris got his first look at some tasty meat. Blue-grey, to match the scales along his back, oddly shaped; a bit spearlike, similar to a canine but without the fun knot. Best of all they were provided in stereo, two beautiful throbbing members just waiting for his attention. They bounced slightly above two fat nuts in a very smooth sack.
Leaning forward, Chris grasped a cock in each paw. For no particular reason, the tiger went right first, sniffing the tip and enjoying the musky scent. Followed by a lick and Kyle's voice lifting up in deeply pleasured moans. His feline tongue covered in soft barbs, far softer than their feral cousins, feline tongues provide a much more textured experience and many a lover has come back looking for seconds of Chris's oral skills.
Chris smiled to hear the sounds, letting his eyes close as he bathed in the smell, taste, and texture of his roommate's cock. Sealing his lips around the tip and sucking gently, while his tongue glided all around the sensitive glans. Each motion getting a gasp and moan of pleasure from his roommate. His hand grasped and slowly jerked the other cock as he worked, feeling his fingers slowly getting wet as Kyle leaked salty precum onto them.
He pressed his mouth forward, angling his tongue and guiding the shaft gently into his warm and suckling maw. Kyle cried out as Chris pressed the cocktip right to the back of his throat, sucking firmly as his hot breath huffed over the crotch of his lover. He held still, just savouring the feel, enjoying the weight of the cock as it filled his mouth. The taste of the salty pre, once more reminding him of the ocean on a clear day.
Sliding back he let the cock fall free from his lips, hearing a satisfying sigh coming from above. It was followed by a desperate moan of unexpected pleasure, as he dove on the left cock, pressing it quickly into his mouth, licking and sucking before letting it glide down to the back of his throat. He loved the feel of it, just as much as the first. His own cock was straining desperately inside his pants. However, he left it unattended for now, knowing he could deal with it later.
He bobbed his head quickly on the shaft, getting sweet moans and gasps with each motion. Chris smiled to himself, he loved it when his lovers were loud. The tiger wanted to savour every last moan, every gasp and cry of pleasure. They let him know he was doing a good job, it made him feel warm and confident. Jumping back to the first cock he heard Kyle moan out, "fuck! That's... so good." The words building his confidence even more. A deep rumbling purr erupted from his chest.
Kyle cried out suddenly, "ohh fuck! I... didn't...oh that's so good!" The aquatic squealed, as Chris bobbed on his length. Spending a few more seconds on it this time, while his fingers worked the other. He could feel both throbbing under his fingers and tongue. The drool of pre was almost constant now. Chris wondered if he should just focus on one cock, pick one and go to town on it. However, he decided against that, as it would mean only sucking one of the two blue beauties before him.
As he bobbed he counted, making sure that each cock got exactly the same treatment. Licking, sucking and bobbing. Kyle's hips started to thrust a little, thrusting into his mouth. "Oh fuck..oh shit...oh fuck." The shark seemed to be lost, his voice stuck on repeat as the white tiger leapt from cock to cock. Driving pleasure into one shaft then the other. His speed picking up as Kyle's moans drove the lust and hunger inside him. Working faster and faster.
"Damn...ah... I'm gonna..." that was all the warning he received before the cock in his mouth began to throb hard. A jet of sweet watery cum hitting the back of his throat. As the other throbbed hard in his paw, jets of spunk flying up into the air and landing down on his face. Chris purr grew louder as he decided to milk the cock he was sucking. Swallowing hungrily as he bobbed his head languidly, his paw jerked the other shaft, as he felt rivers of the shark's spunk running down his cheeks.
With one last gulp, he swallowed the last of Kyle's cum. Letting the drooling cock slip from his lips as he looked up to see how his roommate was doing. The shark was panting heavily, laying back on the sofa. "Well, I enjoyed that," the tiger announced, clearly breaking Kyle out of whatever post-orgasm trance he had been resting in.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry, I was going to warn you. I just... it felt so good... I'm so sorry, I have a tissue in my pocket," the flustered shark gabbled. His face turning a wonderful shade of purple as his embarrassment grew. Chris laughed at the idea that a single tissue would be enough to dry out his utterly sodden fur.
"It's ok, dude, that was fucking awesome. Never been with a guy who can give you a facial and a mouthful at the same time, before," he replied with a chuckle. Ignoring the offer of a tissue he instead pulled his cum splashed t-shirt over his head, using it to clean up some of the spunk in its way off. "There, sort of clean. Though I'm gonna be smelling shark cum all night."
"Sorry, I was going to warn you," moaned Kyle as he hid his face in his hands.
"Relax, I like getting a facial, part of the joys of giving head," Chris replied with a smile as he got back to his feet and stood over the shark. He noticed Kyle looking away at first, only to look back again. Chris was confident in his looks, which is unsurprisingly considering his well-trained body, nice white fur with black stripes.
"Y... you do?" Kyle asked a little shocked. "My last two girlfriends got really upset if I shot off without warning. Always had to give notice so I could finish off on a towel."
Chris winked at his and unfastened his own pants and pulled down the front of his jock so that his fully erect cock was on display, "see, I fucking loved it."
Kyle turned away his face going back to that beautiful shade of purple. Chris felt slightly guilty, he knew he was teasing the guy, but he could not help himself. Seeing the chunky guy blushing just made him seem so much cuter. "Don't worry, I'm not going to ask you to touch it..." For a second he paused, trying to decide if he should say what he was thinking, or not. Deciding that while a guy's cum is still wet in your fur you can probably say almost anything he added. "Look, I know you said nothing touching your butt. I am willing to respect that. Just you never said anything about my butt."
The shark's jaw fell, giving Chris a very good view of his razor-sharp teeth. Even for a fellow predator, it was slightly intimidating. "You want me to..."
"Fuck me? Yes. I mean if you got another load in you. You said nine months, so I figured you'd be up for round two," Chris could see that at least two parts of the shark liked the idea. "Just one cock though, cause my arse is not that elastic. You could stay sitting, like that if you want, I can give you a pretty darn good ride. What do you say?"
The shark's eyes danced all around the room. Though a glance down showed beads of pre drooling down both cocks. He knew that Kyle was just going through a range of mental gymnastics trying to reassure himself that fucking another dude did not mean he was gay, so long as he was on top. Chris knew that one screw on either side did not mean anything about your sexuality, except that Kyle might be more bi-curious than he had previously thought.
Gulping the shark finally looked back up at him, "I... I mean... if you want to. However, I just... nine months, even after... I'm not."
"Relax, I'm not expecting you to be a porn star. Just looking to bounce on your cock until I feel you fill me up," as he spoke he slipped his paw into his jeans pocket. He usually had a sachet or two of lube for when he was out on the scene. Finding one he pulled it out and held it up to Kyle. "You up for it?" The tiger could clearly see the shark was very up for it, physically at least.
Nodding and blushing heavily was the response he got as the shark leant back on the sofa, exposing more of his lap and cocks. Chris let his jeans drop to the floor, leaving his jock on. The tiger liked the way it framed his ass and he had put it on out of habit, it was a Saturday night tradition. He tore open one of the packets of lube and then was suddenly hit by a moment of uncertainty, "er...left or right, or do you not care which one I... ride?"
It was the shark's turn to smile. Chris was happy to see it, he wanted Kyle to relax and have a fun evening. "Left. The right's a bit extra sensitive since you... sucked it to a finish."
"Gotcha, got to treat them evenly, show no favourites," quipped the tiger. Kyle replied with a groan of pleasure as the tiger poured warm lube over his left cock and gave it a couple of strokes to make sure it had a full coating. Chris was no shy virgin looking for Prince Charming to delicately take his flower. It was safe to say by this point the open-minded feline had given away a full garden.
Guessing that his straight roommate would probably not want to see his face or the tent he was pitching in his jock. Chris turned around, whirling his tail for a bit of a theatrical flourish. His paw reached behind to grasp the lubed cock and he moved down, quickly. Letting his hand guide the spearlike cock right to his entrance. With a purr of deep satisfaction and a cry of unexpected bliss from his lover, he sat down firmly. That thick shark cock sliding inside his well-trained rear easily, and yet it stretched him just enough to know how much of a tight fit the horny aquatic would find him.
"You ok?" He asked as he felt a purr erupting from his chest. To Chris, there was something wonderful to the feel of a thick cock wedged inside you. It seemed to radiate warmth out as he clenched down, feeling his furry nuts resting atop two juicy shark plums. He wriggled a little, pretending to be getting more comfortable, though he knew what he was doing. Kyle's voice raised up in pleasure as he squeezed and massaged that thick length inside him. He felt the other cock resting on his lower back and knew that by the end he would be painted inside and out with his lover's cum. A thought that made him purr even louder.
"Y...yeah, just took me by surprise. I expected it to take a while to... get it all in," Kyle's voice sounded slightly distant and strained. Probably because of the tiger ass clenching and squirming around his hot length.
Chris glanced back, expecting to find the shark laying back with his eyes closed, thinking of all the females he wished was on his dick. Only to find himself staring into two black soulful eyes, that seemed to shine with a mixture of lust and hope. "I can take it a bit slower if you'd prefer. Let you get used to it. Or I can just go hell-bent for leather and milk those fat nuts of yours dry in a couple of minutes." Chris's experience with straight guys, and a few gay guys, led him to expect the shark to request the latter. To milk the nut juice out of the shark so Kyle could enjoy a good orgasm and get a headstart in convincing himself that it never really happened and if it had happened, it was not gay.
"S...slow, it's been a while, kinda want to enjoy it while I can," the shark's words caught him by surprise. However, he recovered quickly and began to lift up. Moving much slowly and savouring each inch as it slid from his depths. Lifting up until just the tip remained and then lowering himself, his purring getting louder as he felt the shark's thick meat slowly stretching his abused hole. Then louder still as he felt Kyle's free cock stroking between his buttocks. Raw dogged and hot dogged all in one sweet and satisfying motion. "That's nice... keep going like that."
It might have just been Chris's imagination, but his timid roommate seemed to be growing more confident by the second. Maybe it was the feeling of a lover, any lover, servicing his cocks. Chris knew that many males, himself included, felt more powerful and dominant in such moments. The feeling of having your cock inside someone driving the natural belief that you are in control of the pleasure you are feeling. With a wriggle of his ass, he reminded the shark that he was the one in control. That he could draw as little or as much pleasure as he wanted from the aquatic. "Like that?" He asked as his buttocks came to rest on Kyle's sweaty lap again.
"Oh fuck, yes," Kyle moaned and the tiger felt him buck under him a little. Sending a little wave of pleasure through his body as the cock inside him pressed even deeper. Chris smiled, lifting up again and feeling that second cock stroking down his lower back and falling into his buttock cleft. He could feel his fur getting tight as it soaked up the fluids his lover was leaking profusely. Pressing back down again he purred louder as he felt that cock sinking back in fully. A familiar pleasurable tickle let him know he had found the best angle. Kyle's cock was poking softly into his prostate.
Lifting up immediately, the pleasure and lust getting control of him. His jock had a very clear wet patch from where his own cock was leaking pre heavily. His paws were resting on the sofa, helping him keep balance. He knew that after he would have to see to his own pleasure. However, he knew that doing so with a good load in his belly and butt would not take long.
As his hips pressed down, suddenly the shark struck. Two strong hands grasping his ass and pulling him down, as Kyle's hips rose up. This time it was Chris who gave a surprised cry of pleasure. "Oh fuck!" Kyle groaned deeply and for a moment Chris thought he might have just passed the point of no return already. However, he was relieved to feel the shark pulling back, and he lifted up automatically. His body reacting to the needs of his lover without the need for thought.
Those powerful hands pulled him down again, into the thrusting length of the powerful predator who had a grip on him. The tiger cried out loudly as he felt the cock ramming hard into his prostate, that tickle growing each time it was stroked, starting to build pressure inside him. He submitted his body to his lover, letting Kyle dictate the pace as he bounced faster and faster. Forcing himself down onto that fat cock, feeling his balls slapping against Kyle's huge nuts with each hilting.
"Oh fuck!"Chris was shocked to hear those words because it was his voice lifting up. The timidness of his lover seemed to have evaporated inside the warmth of his ass. With each passing moment, Kyle was growing more dominant. His cock was slamming up and down rapidly, stuffing and abusing his hole as the tiger clung desperately to the sofa for balance. He knew that if he let go he might fall and he was not sure what might happen. His body was drowning in the sensations of a brutal breeding, constant waves of pleasure mixed with touches of pain. His prostate was under constant assault, the tingle had grown to a full-wave of pleasure accompanied by a large throbbing pressure in his nuts, as they begged him for the sweet relief his body craved.
"Yeah, you like that?" A voice purred into his ear, the tiger mind was too busy drowning in pure lust to wonder what switch had triggered in his roommate's brain to turn the guy too shy to ask for his cock to be sucked into such a loud and dominant top.
"Oh fuck, yes! Yes, I do!" He affirmed his voice getting louder and then he practically roared in pleasure as one of Kyle's hands left his ass and reached around. Slipping under his jock and taking a firm grip on his drooling cock. The tiger lost the ability to form words or think as the shark's three thick fingers stroked rapidly on his length. "I'm gonna...oh fuck, I'm gonna!"
"Yeah, you are," chuckled Kyle in his ear and it was the last thing he heard before his senses were overloaded. His back arched and his ass clenched down firmly around the invading length. As his balls tightened and he began to empty thick jets of his own seed into his soaking wet jockstrap.
"Oh fuck...that's it," Kyle groaned in his ear. The chunky aquatic's hips moving suddenly at a fever pitch. "Fuck..so close...just...ahhh!" Chris yelped slightly as a huge mouth sealed around his shoulder and he felt razor-sharp teeth grazing his skin as the shark bucked desperately, rutting his seed deep into the feline's tight depths. While streams of spunk flew up his back, some landing on the shark's shirt and exposed stomach. The white fluid glistening on the creamy scales there.
The two writhed together, lost in their bliss draining every last drop. Until utterly spent, Chris slipped forward, Kyle's drooling shaft popping free from his abused hole. The tiger sank to his knees, his entire body trembling. "Fuck! I wasn't expecting that." He moaned, mostly to himself.
"Sorry.... I erm have more control when just using one cock," the shark admitted. "When you were working both I just could barely think. But just riding one... "
"Noted! I will remember that, for any future rides, work both cocks, or don't and just hold on fucking tight and let you go!" The tiger purred with a laugh.
The two sat there in silence their bodies soaked in sweat and cum. It was Kyle who came to his senses first, "you want another beer?" Kyle asked as he took his cum stained shirt off. The apartment rules about being naked in public areas were clearly suspended for the night. Possibly forever. Chris knew he would be hoping this would not be a one-off shag.
"Yeah," Chris replied and then noticed the credits rolling on the screen and asked. "You want to watch Empire?"
"Yeah, sure." The shark replied before leaving. He returned with a beer for both of them and sat down on the sofa.
Chris could not help but glance at the shark's comfortable stomach, "Hey, you mind if we cuddle a bit... as friends?"
Kyle nodded his agreement and the tiger quickly moved to lay his head on the shark's ample belly. Purring when Kyle's hand slipped around to hold him, and gently stroke his belly fur. As the movie began Kyle broke the silence, "Where did we land on getting a takeaway, you fancy another pizza or some sushi or something?"
"I think, technically I have just had sushi." Laughed the tiger and then yelped as Kyle hit him with one of the sofa cushions.
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