Two Jaguars, One Bathtub
Two Jaguars, One Bathtub
Chonley was standing in the living room, impatiently waiting for his boyfriend to stop fretting so they could finally get around to having sex. The jaguar scratched the back of his head and huffed in frustration. His boyfriend, Gerry, was very picky when it came to sex, and he always had his mate perform whatever action that he wanted. Chonley didn't mind at all really, but whatever they did--blowjobs, doggy-style sodomy, urinating on each other--it always ended up being messy, and it just so happened that Gerry had OCD. It wasn't as bad as others, but Chonley became annoyed when Gerry would rush into the kitchen to get some cleaning supplies just because he squirted his load all over the wall after Gerry finished giving him a handjob. Nevertheless, he still cherished his relationship with the jaguar.
"Gerry, can you speed this up a little?"
"Yeah, yeah, relax honey...just give me a few more minutes."
Chonley sighed heavily and looked down at his limp dick. He had been standing in the nude for ten minutes now, and he was starting to come out of heat. It was late at night and Chonley was a bit tired. The only reason why he wanted to have sex with Gerry was because they hadn't done it in a while due to Chonley's busy schedule at work. Now, Chonley just wanted to go to bed and wait until morning for Gerry to suck on his morning wood. That's when Chonley flicked his eyes at the bathroom door. He almost wanted to slap himself in the forehead, wondering why he hadn't suggested that idea a couple of minutes ago.
"What about the bathroom, Gerry?"
"No, we tried that, remember? You would up cumming all over the mirror."
"Then maybe we can go in the bathtub. What we plan on doing tonight won't be messy because we're only using our mouths. And anyway, even if it does get messy, we're in the bathtub, so we can easily shower afterwards."
"Well...I'm not so sure, Chonley."
Chonley shut his eyes and rubbed his temples. "Or we can go to sleep now and wait until morning for you to give me a blowjob."
"Aww, but that won't be as exciting!"
"Exactly...so perhaps we should get in the tub now?"
Gerry fiddled with some of the fur on his chin, but after hearing Chonley's logic, it was the only option that seemed reasonable at the moment. They could go outside, but he knew that Peeping Toms were everywhere, and some of them would be disgusted with what they planned on doing tonight. Gerry nodded in agreement and followed Chonley into the bathroom. The jaguars lived in an apartment, but all the rooms were spacious, including the bathroom. Three fat rhinos could have a threesome in their bathroom and there would still be enough space for someone to watch them in the bathtub. As they stepped inside, Gerry looked all around the room, checking to see if there were any stains he forgot to wipe up the other day when Chonley came home drunk and peed all over the floor. It was clean, as far as he could tell. He saw his reflection in the shiny mirror, he felt the linoleum tiles underneath his feet, and he could hear the fan slowly running in the ceiling. Everything was spick-and-span, but Gerry knew that all of that was going to change once they got started. Gerry sighed and stepped into the bathtub, before sitting down and looking around the tub--he had cleaned that a few days ago too, and hoped he didn't miss anything. Then he lay down on his back and looked up at the ceiling, waiting for his boyfriend to come into the tub. Chonley stepped over Gerry's body, but instead of lying down on his back, he got on his knees and scooted backwards so his fat buttocks were planted right against Gerry's muzzle. Gerry's ears perked a bit and he smiled. His boyfriend's ass was huge, and each ass cheek was fat and would sometimes even jiggle a bit when he slapped him on his butt. The jaguar leaned forward and nipped Chonley in the derrière, making him jump a little. Chonley turned around and purred softly, wagging his tail in Gerry's face. Gerry already knew what that meant, and he lifted his head, mouth agape. Then the jaguar stuck out his tongue and inserted it into the gap in-between both buttocks, licking up and down very slowly. Chonley murred and shook his ass a little, which meant for Gerry to go faster. He nodded in agreement, and started to rim Chonley. The jaguar loved to rim his mate; not only did it get them both off, but Gerry was also cleaning his boyfriend's smelly ass at the same time. As he licked vehemently, Gerry could taste the musk and dried-up dung that was still smeared all around his butt. It was absolutely filthy, but, ironically, Gerry loved it when Chonley's ass was dirty. It was more fun to clean it up this way.
While Chonley was busy having his ass cleaned, he was busy looked down at the feline's flaccid cock tucked away in its sheef. He lowered his head until his nose was only two inches away from his penis before he stuck his tongue out and started to lick his penis, as though he were drinking milk from a bowl. Gerry giggled when he felt his wet, warm tongue making contact with his sensitive crotch, but he continued to lick Chonley's smelly tailhole, moistening the ring with his slobber. Chonley grabbed Gerry's penis with his paw and started to stroke it back and forth, waiting for the cock to emerge from its protective foreskin. He smiled when it started to grow a few seconds later, and licked the extending organ with his tongue a few times. When Gerry's cock was three-fourths its length, Chonley bent down even further, still clutching his cock, and opened his mouth. Gerry could feel Chonley's warm breath on his penis, which only made him harder. Eventually, Chonley closed his mouth and started to suck on Gerry's thick organ, slowly moving his head up and down. Gerry tried to moan with pleasure, but he was so focused on cleaning out his lover's anus that nothing came out except a few muffled mumbles. Gerry shoved his muzzle deeper into Chonley's ass and closed his eyes, noisily licking up all the dry stains of shit from within his foul posterior. Chonley shook his ass again, teasing the younger jaguar, but he made sure he continued to suck on his extensive dick. The jaguar could feel his stomach gurgling, but he made sure that he held in whatever it was heading towards the back door. Gerry's entire nose was jammed inside Chonley's asshole; he could actually feel the rectum walls with his tongue. Chonley shuddered a little. It always amazed him how far Gerry really went when it came to rimming, especially since he was such a clean freak. But he didn't care much and had an erection of his own that was sandwiched between Gerry's torso and his crotch. Chonley was still sucking on Gerry's dick when his stomach gurgled loudly again. He grinned to himself, hoping that Gerry would enjoy his next surprise. The submissive jaguar noticed that Chonley's ass stank even more now for some unknown reason, but he couldn't ignore how musky and flavorsome his fat ass was. He just had to keep rimming him, at least until he cleaned up all the shit.
Chonley tightened his grip on Gerry's dick, making him yelp, and moaned as he started to suck on his penis even harder. Gerry stopped rimming for a moment and moaned a few times, his heart beating twice as fast. But he couldn't just lie down and take it. No, he had to get a few more licks in, at least so the taste would stay in his mouth for the rest of the night. Gerry stuck his muzzle back into Chonley's rump and resumed, licking so much that Chonley could hear it. Now Chonley was enjoying the moment, and stopped blowing his mate so he could shut his eyes and purr softly. He stuck his ass out a little more and wiggled it some, but once he felt his stomach gurgling again, he knew there would be no stopping it. As Gerry was sloppily rimming Chonley, he felt something warm blowing into his mouth, and heard what sounded like steam hissing from a pipe. Gerry removed his muzzle and coughed a couple of times, surprised that Chonley would fart in his mouth so early on--he obviously had to use the bathroom much more than either of them thought. Chonley wanted to turn around and flash his mate another leering grin, but he didn't want to stop sucking off his boyfriend, especially since the real fun was about to start. Gerry laid his head on the tub again and stared at Chonley's huge, voluptuous ass, watching as the tail wagged from side to side. His stomach gurgled again and Gerry flared his nostrils when he heard another, hardly audible hiss creeping out of Chonley's ass. Gerry murred as he smelled the odor of rotten eggs and burnt meat, his mandible hanging down again. The stench was hypnotic to Gerry--whenever he took enough whiffs of Chonley's farts, he would be powerless before him. Chonley let out another airy fart and wiggled his ass again, trying to press it against Gerry's face. But the jaguar just lay underneath his alluring and fetid rump, flaring his nostrils and murring as the odor crept into his olfactory system. Chonley's eyes grew wide when Gerry's boner extended in his mouth, but he simply giggled and sucked even harder now, aiming to please the submissive jaguar until he came into his mouth.
As Gerry was getting lost in the gaseous fumes, he watched as Chonley's ass jiggled a little and he farted again. Only this time, his flatulence was loud and sputtering. Gerry was surprised by the sudden outburst, but it still smelled heavily of rotten eggs and meat. He didn't care what Chonley's farts sounded like so long as they were rancid-smelling. The jaguar stopped sucking again and grunted as he blew another giant burst of flatus in his face. Once again, the stench was vile and the sound of the gas as it erupted from Chonley's anus was seismic, sounding like a horn trumpeting. Gerry's erection grew even more and started to throb inside Chonley's mouth. His heart was racing and he couldn't stop murring as he inhaled all the funky gas and felt Chonley's warm breath around his copulatory organ. Chonley passed gas again for several seconds, almost to the point where it sounded like he had been holding it in all day. Gerry took the biggest whiff he could and moved his muzzle towards his bulbous buttocks again. He could actually taste the flatulence in his mouth. Both partners were beginning to wonder why Gerry hadn't cum just yet, but Chonley knew that there was one special treat that his lover couldn't resist. Another fart shot out of Chonley's ass and headed straight down Gerry's throat. He coughed a couple of times, unaware of how bitter the taste was, but that didn't kill his boner, and he was still lying in the tub waiting for more farts to come out. It wasn't until half a minute later that Gerry noticed something was wrong with Chonley. His stomach was gurgling loudly and all the farts he let out were not just loud, but sounded disgusting, like he was stepping on wet sponges. He also noticed that Chonley wasn't performing fellatio, and had stopped just so he could continue farting. The jaguar was actually considering stopping for tonight so he could get out the tub and find out what was causing his mate so much pain. Gerry watched as his tailhole bulged outwards and the ring vibrated as Chonley passed more gas, for at least ten seconds this time. Gerry was still inhaling each fart vehemently, and still murred as the malodorous fumes crept into his nose. Chonley farted again, asshole vibrating as the ring bulged outwards again, but this time Gerry realized that his gas was suddenly humid and smelled strongly of diarrhea. Gerry smiled as his boner reached its peak length. Chonley didn't fart a second time, but his tailhole did bulge outwards. Gerry gasped with glee as his mate's ring slowly widened itself, and a large, thick log of scat began to ooze its way out.
Gerry kept his mouth open as he witnessed the log of shit sliding out of Chonley's asshole. It was dark brown and had a few blotches of red caked in it; Gerry guessed his mate ate a lot of red meat at work. With a loud grunt and a tiny, squishy fart, the lump of jaguar scat plummeted from his fat ass, measuring at least five inches. It landed right on Gerry's mandible, and he gobbled up the stinky waste like he hadn't eaten in days. Chonley grunted again and let out a wet fart right near Gerry's muzzle, which once again reeked of hot excrement. Soon thereafter, another lump of shit started to ooze its way out of Chonley's rear, much faster than the previous log. Gerry still had his mouth wide open, and waited patiently for the excrement to descend from his mate's bulbous butt. It landed inside his mouth again, but Gerry didn't have the time to chew it, and swallowed the entire thing with one, hard gulp. Chonley wasn't even sucking Gerry off anymore. He didn't need to--just the sight of the jaguar defecating got him hard, and there were actually times where Gerry had cum shortly after eating from his mate's hindquarters. Gerry lifted his head so his entire muzzle was just an inch away from Chonley's foul ass. He grunted again and started to defecate, but this time he didn't hold anything back. Gerry saw one log of shit--about three inches--slide its way out of Chonley's pucker and land into his mouth. Immediately afterwards another piece of equal length followed, then another and another and another. It seemed endless. The submissive jaguar moaned with jubilation as the reddish-brown shit plummeted from Chonley's butt and into his maw, easily sliding down his throat. Everytime he gobbled one down, two more would take its place; he was actually having a hard time swallowing it all. The smell of it was alluring to Gerry, but rotten and horrendous to others. He knew his entire bathroom stank now and that he'd spend at least a half hour brushing his teeth just to get his breath fresh again, but Gerry didn't care. It was all worth it so long as he could taste his mate's feces before bed. After Gerry swallowed about seven or eight logs of dung, it stopped coming out of Chonley's ass. Instead, he wiggled his butt some more and proceeded to let out another loud, ear-splitting fart in Gerry's face, squirting out a few, tiny chunks of shit. Chonley could taste pre on his tongue and grinned slyly, ready to make his mate cum.
Gerry pressed his muzzle against Chonley's tailhole and started to noisily lick his pucker clean again, stopping on occasion whenever the jaguar blew another malodorous, wet fart into his mouth. The young feline wouldn't stop murring or panting as his tongue moistened Chonley's ring. His heart was beating nonstop as he flared his nostrils and breathed in all the rotten-egg smelling farts that Chonley produced. They were all so warm, so smelly. Gerry grabbed Chonley's fat buttocks and jammed his muzzle inside of the crevice, inhaling so hard his chest puffed out. He removed his muzzle and slowly exhaled, feeling his chest deflating once more and catching wind of his foul breath. He was going to do it a second time, but Chonley interrupted when a short, but loud fart escaped from his read-end. Gerry heard Chonley's stomach churn much louder this time, sounding like water chugging through pipes. The bigger feline grunted and let out another short fart, and his tailhole began to bulge outwards and quiver. It seemed as though more shit was waiting to come out of his ass, but at the same time, Chonley appeared to be holding it in. He grunted and farted a third time, amazingly for ten seconds, filling the room with the smell of sulfur and fresh jaguar defecation. Gerry's erection was throbbing ridiculously now, precum oozing its way out the glans. The jaguar saw Chonley's tailhole widen so it could make way for more defecation, but before it could come out, Chonley's stomach growled ridiculously loud again. Gerry saw the log emerge and opened his mouth wide to collect it. Then he was blinded, completely taken off guard by what happened next. There was so much shit jammed inside Chonley's colon that when he let out another fart, he wound up blasting jaguar shit all over Gerry's face. It was like there was a giant ball trying to force itself out of the jaguar's asshole, but couldn't because it was so large. So instead of trying to force itself out, it crumpled instantly into hundreds of smaller, bite-sized chunks of shit. All of it was blown out of Chonley's asshole in only a couple of seconds, accompanied by a seismic flatulent sound, and several plops as the shit made contact with Gerry and the tub. It went flying in all sorts of directions, creating a huge mess in the tub and Gerry's upper body. Some of it even got on Chonley's toes. Chonley wanted to sigh with relief and turn around to see if Gerry was freaking out, but his bowels flared again, and he ended up shitting all over Gerry's face and chest. He was amazed at how fast it all came out, as though it actually were diarrhea. There was so much of it inside the bathtub that Gerry's face was almost buried underneath it all. And as he shat all over his mate, he couldn't help but pass gas the entire time, filling the room with the sound of an engine sputtering. He shat all over Gerry for another seven seconds before his bowels began to quiet down and the only substance coming out of his ass was hydrogen-sulfide and methane. Eventually, Chonley lowered his tail, and the flatulence stopped.
Gerry wasn't sure what to do anymore. His fur was absolutely filthy, meaning he had to take a shower as soon as possible. But he also had an erection, and knew that he'd cum at any moment. He also had a huge mound of jaguar shit all over his face, shit that he longed to scarf down his gullet. He honestly didn't know what to do, so Chonley made the decision for him. He bit down on Gerry's cock and sucked on it as hard as he could, almost pulling on the organ like it were taffy. Gerry shrieked and suddenly spasmed as his vas deferens delivered his seed through the urethra, and deep into Chonley's mouth. His cheeks bloated as he collected all the sperm, but he didn't spit it out or swallow it. Meanwhile, Gerry spasmed again as he felt the cum shooting out his cock in a very large quantity. But Chonley's mouth took it all in, and not a drop of it got on the tub or the walls. Now that he had shot his load, he could get to work on eating the present Chonley laid out for him. Gerry wiped off some of the shit that was covering his eyes and face before he began to shovel the rest of it into his mouth, noisily smacking on the feces and licking his filthy paws clean. Chonley stood up and turned around, making Gerry raise an eyebrow. He thought he was going to leave the tub, but instead he got on top of Gerry again, this time so he was looking down at his face. Without asking or signaling, Chonley pressed his mouth against Gerry's lips and kissed him, his cheeks still full of Gerry's spooge. Gerry was wondering why Chonley's scat suddenly tasted salty, but he realized what he had done, and merely closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around the feline's head. Both of them were purring softly as they shared the very sloppy kiss. They were slobbering a little and cum were spilling out of both of their mouths, but they didn't care. The jaguars loved the taste of sperm and excrement mixed together; it added more flavor to their kiss. Chonley sucked in some of Gerry's nasty breath before opening his mouth and exhaling as more seed and slimy shit dripped down from his lips and mouth. Chonley and Gerry gazed into each other's eyes while breathing heavily before Gerry's tongue suddenly flicked out of his mouth and grazed Chonley's bottom lip. He chuckled, realizing his boyfriend wanted to get a droplet of cum off his lip before it landed on his face.
"See? It's all been contained in the tub, Gerry."
"Well...you weren't wrong about...that." said Gerry, still catching his breath.
"Exactly. This worked out to both our advantages in the end."
"I-I really...I should probably go brush my teeth now though."
"Relax, Gerry," He sniffed Gerry's breath a few times and giggled. "I like it when your breath smells like that."
"But-But what about the tub? I should really get to work on...it..."
Gerry stopped talking when he saw Chonley lower his head so his right ear was pressed against his chest.
"We'll shower together in the morning honey...I'm too tired to do anything else tonight."
"Don't you at least want to sleep in the bed?"
"No...this way we can cherish the moment even longer. Besides, it's not as stinky in there as it is in here..."
Gerry watched as Chonley yawned loudly and moved his head around on his chest, using it like his own pillow. Gerry thought about getting up to turn out the lights, but Chonley was thirty-five pounds heavier than he was, and he didn't feel like disturbing him, not when he was in such a cute position. Chonley murmured something softly, but Gerry already knew what he said.
"I love you too, Chonley."
Gerry sighed and closed his eyes with a smile on his face. He figured the least he could do was honor Chonley's wish and wait until morning to get cleaned up. This hadn't been the first time the couple had gotten so dirty, and Gerry knew it wouldn't be the last.