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The biggest difference between West Virginia and its older sibling to the East came down to less mountains, plus more closeted mammals per square kilometer. I also noticed once I crossed into the Virginian border that not only did the infrastructure outclass the previous Appalachian state, but the businesses did too. I especially enjoyed staying in one hotel that served cured ham sandwiches. Had I eaten another serving, I felt certain I would've become an addict.

As mentioned before, the state of Virginia certainly had plenty of men deep in the closet. Old men, young men, many species, etc., but I wasn't interested in hooking up with men my own age or older, let alone help the cowardly, horny mammals cheat on their wives/girlfriends because they couldn't be brave enough to be themselves. I could be open to many things, except for being a homewrecker.

Fortunately, I didn't need to s arch far through the sea of cheaters. One profile that caught my eye on Howlr happened to belong to an eighteen-year-old lion living outside of Jefferson, Virginia. He called himself 'LionPussy5some', saying in the description that he planned to open himself 'for business' out by a local quarry an hour before sunset, but told me through DM that he needed a ride due to his car being out of gas. He happened to be twenty but possessed the body of a teenaged lion growing out his beautiful mane, with wonderful underwear and curvy ass shots in his extensive photo album.

Why not? I couldn't judge the village whore when I happened to be an international one. So, after getting needed supplies for the busy night, I drove to the correct suburban neighborhood at the correct time a block or so away, then waited for a flamboyant lion twink to appear from around a row of overgrown hedges. I didn't need to wait much longer than ten minutes.

As soon as he walked over to my truck and stepped inside, I demanded an I.D. No school card, but a driver's license. Otherwise, he could get out and trick some other horny old man to fuck him.

"Nickolas Smith, aged twenty?" I handed the I.D. to him. My curious eyes remained on him. It didn't look fake and neither did he look younger than he really was. "You're twenty years old yet still go to high school?"

"I got held back in fourth and sixth grade, sir," he replied in a humble voice, but it held a semi-hidden tone of lust. "I'm not as smart as my peers. I reckon it won't bother you much?"

My tail wagged behind me against the seat. "Nope, it doesn't," I replied.

"Good," he giggled before fishing out his phone, "We better get going before the others get antsy without me."

The quarry Nickolas directed me to drive towards happened to be a popular hookup spot for heteros and homos alike. Near the end of the water-filled quarry, far from where local mammals like to swim, there happened to be a dense thicket of trees between the cliff and a field only accessibly by a path narrowly connected to a hiking trail. Nobody knew it existed until they used the spot for themselves, but mostly after dark.

Nickolas, meanwhile, preferred to do it before dusk. He liked dating fate, as he said. Miraculously though, I didn't touch or tease the lion much before we parked at the main lot. Instead, I followed the lad in anticipation down the hiking trail and followed his tail's alluring tuft until he guided me into the meadow clearing mentioned before. The faintest odors of sex and beer and weed could be inhaled from the grass alone.

Speaking of which, we weren't alone. Their scents were visible over everything else. With Nickolas pushing his way through the branches, four other figures could be seen, at first pacing and then standing at attention once we emerged from the line of trees. A couple sighed in sexual/non-sexual relief, adjusting their bulges. One of them smelled heavily of coal dust while the other carried whiffs of tobacco and fried grease in their breath.

"Ugh, finally," a zebra around the lion's age groaned. He wore a light jacket over his polo shirt, and the scent of perspiration as well as his jacked build had me guessing they knew each other from school, "We've been here half an hour."

The other mammal present, a Siberian tiger in office clothes and a permanent frown, merely growled. He discreetly readjusted himself three times when he thought nobody saw.

"Who's the guy, Nicky?" One mustached mountain lion asked, already in the process of unbuckling the straps of his denim coveralls. "Somebody new to town?"

"Nah, he's from Europe," he chirped while waving to the other two behind him. "Shit, let's get started. I've been looking forward to this all day."

"Here to get sucked by the town fag?" The nameless zebra smirked as he asked.

I licked my chops at the lion. "Absolutely, I am."

The zebra flopped his throbbing, thickening member into view as the submission feline went to his knees in front of the three men. "Get to it then," he murmured to Nickolas.

"Same here, Nicky," muttered the mountain lion, fishing out his half-hardened dick, sighing when it touched the cool air. "Ahh, you gonna join us or what, European?"

"Don't have to tell me twice," I let slip my accent. As I stepped beside the zebra, who stood too enthralled and distracted by the lion's sweet mouth to notice me, my fingers had blindly unzipped the fly keeping my dogcock hidden. "Would you kindly give this Doberdane dick some love, kiddo?"

A swift paw wrapped around my leaking shaft, but it wouldn't be until a minute later that his unoccupied lips became occupied yet again. Such was the plight of a five-way blowjob; having only two paws and a single maw, I made myself an additional variable in what seemed like a simple way not to neglect one's attention. In a moment, Nickolas could be stroking me and the stoic tiger's cock while giving the zebra his age an oral practice worthy of any self-proclaimed slut to advertise on Howlr. The next moment, I could be curling my toes in my shoes as I felt his rough tongue glide up, around, and under my sensitive cockhead as the zebra, puma, or tiger didn't get any handjobs. It felt very unfair at first glance, but Nickolas didn't let the number of dicks overwhelm him.

In fact, Nickolas didn't so much as blink when switching between a blowjob or a handjob, treating our erect lengths as if they happened to be keys on a switchboard. The lion sucked like a professional escort but purred like a rocket engine around our cocks. We four passed the lad around as if we were sharing a beer. His cat tongue encircled and licked up one feline shaft, then the other, kissed the underside of my cock, and deepthroated the zebra's. Vice-versa and vice-versa, sometimes unexpectedly. All as pre and slobbery saliva dripped down his chin and onto the grass.

The zebra liked to be verbal. "Ya like that, you little pussy-bitch?" He darkly chuckled mid-gasps and mid-thrusts. "Ya like sucking it? Ya like sucking me off, ya little cock-fag?"

So did the mountain lion at certain points.

"Goddamn, a better cocksucker than my wife..."

Hell, even the Siberian tiger found himself grumbling out some baritone purrs. They all acted like impatient high schoolers eager to blow their loads, while I bid my time. If years of casual sex taught me anything, it was how to let the moment last as long as possible. I simply stood there, savoring each firm stroke and tongue thrashing above my shaft. One by one, they came down Nickolas' eager throat, until I remained when it became dark. Only once the zebra pulled back to zip his fly, the other two older felines having already rushed back to their families, did I cum gullets down that awaiting maw.

Seconds later, Nickolas lapped up each hot drop and swallowed it, then pulled away from my dick after giving my tip a light kiss. "Hehe, good kitty," I wiped the sweat from my forehead, laughing as I turned to the still-present zebra. "You interested in another round with him?"

"Yeah, you could...say that." He said after a delayed moment. Through the darkness of the clearing, I could make out him looking flustered, almost shyly at me. "Listen, uh...if you're not busy or anything, would you...be up for..."

"Letting me fuck you?" I finished for him. The zebra's posture stiffened much like his member inside those tight jeans of his. "Hmm, why not? Nick?"

I turned to the 'town fag', already stretching his knees after having just blown four different men, three-fourths of whom could be old enough to have raised him. He wiped his chin, then perked an ear up to me.

"Interested in joining us?" I asked the recovering lad. "I'm booked at the Sleep-Inn for the night, it's the weekend tomorrow, and snacks are on me. We three can have so much fun."

The zebra (who I'd later learn was named Richard, played American football, as well as happened to be a longtime 'friend' of Nickolas Smith's) repressed a neigh behind me. In return, the lion's tuft tail swished eagerly while beginning to purr once more.

"Free dick and free snacks?" He giggled. "I'm in!"

Once again, he failed to suppress a neigh. One of many, many times that night.