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June 1938

Roy stepped into the back room of The Thread Bear. Marco was sitting behind the business desk, leaning back in his chair, paws clasped on top of his head. “Hey, your mom just called," the lynx informed his partner.

“I was going to ask you who phoned," said Roy as he eased himself into the chair at the work table. “Did they make it to Aunt Angela's okay?"

“Yep. She said they got a flat tire on the way. Your papa and uncle are on their way down to a service garage to get it fixed."

“I wonder how far they had to drive on the spare. I keep telling Papa to stop buying those retreads."

“Maybe he'll listen to you after this incident."

“I doubt it. You know Papa," said the bear.

Marco glanced up at the wall clock. “Are we all locked up for the day?"

“Yes, we are," said Roy, “I'll go get you the register till."

“Before you do, I've got some pants here that need attention." Marco tossed a pair of trousers across the desk at his partner.

“What do they?… Hey! Aren't these your pants?"

“Maybe," said Marco. He rose to his feet. No longer hidden by the desk, Roy could see that Marco was wearing nothing but his shirt and tie.

“Oh, my God!" said the bear.

“Yes?" asked Marco with a mischievous grin.

“Papa's going to be so pissed that you're sitting bare-assed on his chair."

“Who's going to tell him? Besides, your papa is always bear-assed," Marco countered. “Now I'm ready for some bear ass of my own." The lynx undid the bottom buttons of his shirt, allowing it to fall open and expose his hardening penis.

“Right here in the shop?" Roy looked around as if he expected his father to walk through the door at any moment.

“Why not?"

“We don't have any oil here…" Roy stopped his protest as Marco produced a familiar bottle from the desk drawer. “Oh!"

“I came prepared."

“You should have been a Scout," said Roy as he began unbuckling his belt.

“You know my parents, they were always too busy to take me to the meetings." Marco watched with eager anticipation as his lover stepped out of his trousers, then his boxers. The lynx poured some of the oil into his paw and lubricated his cock which, by this time, was fully unsheathed.

Roy eyed Marco's feline penis, pink and shiny with its coating of coconut oil. The sight of that smooth shaft and studded head, as familiar as it had become, never failed to excite him. The bear stepped up to his mate and kissed him tenderly. “You always talk me into crazy stuff," he said.

“I never thought it was crazy making love with the bear who means the world to me." This time it was Marco's turn to initiate their kiss. As his tongue explored Roy's mouth, he turned his lover so that the bear's back was to the desk.

Roy lay back on the desk, raising his legs in invitation. As the cat stepped between them, the bear rested his ankles on Marco's shoulders. Roy let out a groan of pleasure as the knobby head of Marco's feline penis found its home against his tight pucker. What had once been a painful act was now only slightly uncomfortable to Roy as the tip of Marco's cock penetrated him. What never changed for him was the feeling of ecstasy as barbs gave way to hot, smooth shaft.

Marco plunged deeper into his partner. From this vantage point, he could see that Roy was now fully erect. The lynx picked up the bottle of oil once again and added more to his palm. He curled his fingers around the shaft of Roy's cock. The chocolate brown skin glistened under its layer of lubrication. A few drops of ursine precum fell onto Roy's belly.

“Oh, Marco! Uhhhh! Oh, fffffuck!"

“Huhh, huhh, huhh… Yeah. Oh, Roy."

The bear gripped the sides of the desk with his paws. A tin can full of pencils and pens fell to the floor. The lovers, indifferent to this small catastrophe, continued their dance. Marco's hips moved, pumping the full length of his lynxhood in and out of his lover. He stroked Roy's cock, the tightness of its skin slipping easily in his lubricated paw. Marco licked his lips as he watched Roy's soft, fuzzy balls bounce in time with their lovemaking.

“Do you think," Marco panted, “your dad and mom… huhh… ever did this?"

“Please… Uhhhnnn! Please don't say stuff like that. Mmmmm, fuck!"

The lynx giggled. “They could have… huhh… made you right here on this desk."

“How on Earth do you… ohhh…" Roy moaned, “…think of shit like that?"

Recalling his days as a member of the swim team, Marco's muscles flexed in a steady rhythm as if he were back in the pool, competing in the breast stroke event. His hips moved with the precision of a metronome, thrusting his cock in and out of Roy's body.

Roy rolled his head back, eyes closed, tongue lolling out as he panted. Marco continued stroking the bear's penis, now gripping as tightly as the oil would allow, now loosely and barely touching the thick shaft. The variations in the cat's technique drove Roy wild as he neared the inevitable climax.

“Marco, I'm…"

“Come on, bear." Marco huffed, “I want to see it. Huhhh, yeah…"

Roy gripped the desk even more tightly, his claws involuntarily digging into its sides as the orgasm took control of his body. “Fuck, oh FUCK!" he bellowed. The first jet of semen erupted from his cock as if it were shot from a cannon, landing on Roy's muzzle. Marco continued stroking as glob after glob of sticky bear cum spattered across the front of the larger male's shirt.

Marco let go of his lover's penis and held tightly to Roy's thighs with both paws. His thrusts came faster now as he leaned forward, plunging in and out of his big bear with abandon.

Roy's legs were pressed back tight against his body as the lynx continued to hump into him. Roy smiled, looking into the face of his mate. Marco's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his mouth hung slightly open as the lynx panted in time with his movements. Roy rested his paws lightly on Marco's shoulders.

With a sudden gasp, Marco slammed hard into Roy's tail hole. His eyes flashed open and his toe claws unsheathed themselves, scraping on the wooden floor. Roy could feel the hot flood of feline cream filling his body. Marco mewed like a kitten as he sometimes did when he came. He continued to grind hard into the bear's backside as his muscles contracted again and again with the intensity of his orgasm.

Roy reached up to tenderly stroke Marco's cheek.

The cat relaxed, but didn't withdraw. He inhaled deeply and smiled down at his lover. “That was… ohhhh!"

“Yeah, for me too," said Roy.

“Ummm, we got jizz on your shirt. Sorry."

“It'll wash out," said Roy with a shrug. “Got some on my face, too." He ran his long tongue around his muzzle and over his nose. “You know it had to be great for me whenever I shoot that far."

“I love seeing you cum," Marco said shyly.

“I love it when you paw me."

“Really? Because sometimes I feel like I'm short-changing you. I mean, here I am making love to you like this and all you get in return is a paw job."

“But it's not just a paw job. It's so much more than that. Believe me, Marco, you always make me feel incredible. I love you and I know you love me too." Roy gave the lynx a playful tug on his ear tufts. “This is just a different way of showing it."

Marco nodded in understanding. “Hey, you know what we should do?"

“What?"

“Well, with your parents out of town, we should go upstairs and spend the night here, in your old bed."

“Now, that's a fantastic idea!" Roy said enthusiastically.

“I knew I could talk you into it."

“You didn't have to work too hard for this one. But don't forget we've still got to finish counting up today's register."

Marco frowned. “Yeah, there's that."

“So, are you planning to pull out," asked Roy with a grin, “or are you just going to count the money right here on my chest?"

“Either way, somebody has to go out front and get the till," said Marco as he disengaged from his mate. Marco's penis popped out of Roy's tail hole, sending a pleasurable shiver through the bear's body.

“Hey, put some pants on before you go out there," Roy called out as Marco, still bottomless, nonchalantly headed out the office door. “Somebody will see you through the front window… Too late." Roy clapped a paw over his eyes and he shook his head. “Crazy cat," he said to himself with a hint of exasperation. “God, I love him, though."