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Comfortably lying atop the king-sized luxury bed, I woke up with two primal urges: going to the bathroom to take a leak and stretching my legs. An additional third urge revealed itself when I blinked tiredly at my equally naked companion cuddling my chest for warmth. It caused my manhood to stiffen nearly to full mast as memories of the previous night trickled back into focus, causing me to let out an amused moan.

Ado, the tan-furred, black-maned lion of homosexual dreams, purred against my pec in resting bliss like Sleeping Beauty. His closed eyes appeared happy, those whiskers tickled my nipple, and his tail curled against my porcine toes. He was gorgeous.

My snout leaned in to plant a kiss on that handsome forehead, his ears twitching. “Sorry, Ado," I murmured. “Nature calls."

I reluctantly sat up from the mattress and waddled into the bathroom, quickly glancing behind me to see the kitty lad yawning with stretched legs. Then, his body shifted until that beautiful, cum-stained tush of his faced me.

The sounds of ocean waves and shrieking seagulls echoed in through the bathroom window. A strong scent of sea breeze filled my nostrils, even after a warm shower. I wiped away the dense condensation on the massive mirror and smiled back at the naked, potbellied yet physically fit boar with black fur and red highlights. He appeared in his late forties yet was actually in his early sixties, thanks to eating healthily as well as rigorous workouts. One such workout included a healthy dose of sexual intercourse.

My mate Jake was supposed to join me on holiday, originally. My lithe blonde lion had even been looking forward to it. However, scheduling issues meant that he couldn't arrive with me all the way to my vacation home. Instead, he suggested that our friend and occasional fuckbuddy, a club lion by the name of Ado, join me on the proposed holiday so I wouldn't be alone. I'd been initially reluctant at first, but bloody hell, did Ado feel good in the sack!

I wrapped my lower half in a drying towel and exited the bathroom. Ado had barely changed his naked position on the bed. He looked so inviting, like a delicious snack, to an older queer like me. Approaching the edge of the large bed, my right paw had a mind of its own and firmly grasped the lad's ass cheek, feeling the healed yet radiating warmth from the previous night's paddling. My finger tiger it apart until I spotted the winking hole, still filled with my spunk. I fondled and caressed the beautiful feline's buttocks with a thumb, already beginning to feel my boar cock stir back to life underneath the towel. Not only did I wanna fuck the daylights out of him in a slow, morning-to-noon fuck session, but I wanted to make those sensitive cheeks glow like radioactive—

DING! DING! DING!

I flinched back to reality, groaning. Nearby, my fully charged smart phone alerted me to different important messages. I reluctantly let go of his bare ass, leaning down to plant a kiss on Ado's cheek, and snatched my electronic device before entering the large kitchen.

Years back, sometime after the economy began to recover from the Great Recession, an old European friend of mine named Sebastian Drakos convinced me to purchase a vacation home. The two of us had certainly lost money during 2007 and 2008, but we were both frugal enough with our savings to survive. The same couldn't be said for others, especially hedge fund managers and stockbrokers who thought they could own a private island or vacation home with little regard to how lackadaisical economies could be. So, when the worst came to pass and one wealthy Wall Street consultant needed to resell a villa on an island in the Bahamas, he'd recently purchased for family trips, and at a cheaper price too. That was where I came in, with Sebastian's guidance.

Simply put, Hyacinth's Cay was nothing short of paradise; several kilometers away from Great Exuma and approximately five-hundred hectares in size, the rainbow-shaped tropical island had almost everything one could ask for in a vacation home. One of its previous owners constructed not only a spacious dock along the southern waterfront, but a four-bedroom, two-bathroom villa on the island's highest point, the northwestern end of Hyacinth's Cay. The place possessed its own fresh water source, had an electric generator, an outer deck with a large hot tub for colder evenings, and an indoor movie theater in the basement. In there, I often loved reviewing pornography footage and animatics whenever my job as CEO of Naughty Twinks International required me to do my job. Otherwise, it was fun to invite a few friends over to watch regular films.

Standing within the villa's white granite kitchen, skimming through emails and replying to quite a few, I stared out the southern window that overlooked most of the green, lush island. The cerulean sky overhead still had specks of violet-orange from a receding sunrise, and I couldn't see a speck of clouds anywhere. The urge to go for a walk was strong, very strong.

“Just get through as many as you can before breakfast," I muttered to myself.

As a compromise, I decided to rifle through the fridge and pull out a granola bar. I quickly chewed it down along with a sip of orange juice, then decided to kill two birds with one stone. I would answer these incessant emails as well as enjoy my morning walk along the sandy beach. It was my own bloody vacation after all, and while some of these emails were important, I didn't waste jet fuel and annual leave simply to sit around and do my job away from the company desk. So, after snagging a pair of dark sunglasses I kept on the table, I put them on and waltzed outdoors.

Ahh, Hyacinth's Cay. What a beautiful Caribbean Island. As I walked from the villa's front porch to the grassy trail leading to the sandy shoreline, I temporarily stopped typing out an email on my smart phone. I let a gentle sea breeze kiss my snout and wash up my jawline, the warmth of the sun caressing skin and hairy fur.

Naughty Twinks International had several big projects being green-lit. One such production was aptly titled 'Rubbin' Wood', a Robin Hood porn parody starring Noah Ganymede as the titular foxy hero, regal lion diva Leon Magnus, and dire wolf porn veteran Viktor Soviet as the Sheriff of Knotting-Him. The overall plot revolved around Robin being imprisoned as the Sheriff's personal fuck toy, being brutally ravaged and paddled by both the Sheriff and Prince until the sexy hero managed to escape. Then, after outwitting his opponents and dragging them out into the streets, Robin would fuck and paddle both men. It all sounded like a decent premise.

However, the scriptwriters and one producer wanted to be ambitious. They desired actually using ancient medieval stocks and chains instead of props, as well as to hire Hollywood clothes designers to make authentic clothes. I found the suggestions quite a huge waste of resources, considering that not only would the actors be nude in most of the footage, but no viewers would care about historical accuracy. They wanted to see porn parodies of Robin Hood and his villains fuck each other!

I wrote down these arguments in full the entire time I walked along the beach. As I made my way around the western portion of Hyacinth's Cay, I had to deal with another issue; Dark Passions, an animation subsidiary of my company, was having trouble with a 2D animator who actively missed deadlines even when they were reasonable. The talented gal couldn't be easily replaced, so I suggested having her personally visit me in an online meeting. I would be professional with the animator and tell her what I needed to do to help her manage her work schedule so it wasn't affected by stress or a personal life.

Otherwise, besides admiring the sunrise and ocean view, the rest of the circular walk around the island was spent reviewing suggested edits to scripts, contracts sent my way, job applications for porn stars (those led to me walking with a third leg, hehe), how views were doing on posted films. I especially loved glancing at reviews of the latest Rogue Twink episode, the one where the legendary Matt Diamond co-starred with a bratty newcomer named Joseph Nymph. Five stars all around, it seemed.

Eventually, I returned to the villa to find an exquisite sight, one that didn't help lessen the erection in my shorts; Ado stood leaning against the porch banister, wearing absolutely nothing other than a swimming thong as blue as the Caribbean waters that surrounded my island.

“Well," I said, grinning like the lecherous old man I was. “Hello there."

“Good morning, Keith," he spoke like a seductive wind chime. “How was your walk?"

I shrugged, sighing. “Not as beautiful as you are," came my curt reply. “That's a nice piece you're wearing."

“You like it?" He twirled around to show off his ass and assets, his tail swaying like the chain of a watch. “The store I bought it from didn't have a bigger size, so I'm wearing a size too small. Does it still look good on me?"

I growled like a canine. “Very."

Between his baring buttocks, hidden under that blue fabric was nestled a salacious bulge. Those balls obscenely tested the modesty of an immodest garment, worn by a lad capable of making the straightest of men question their sexualities.

Ado approached me. He palmed the tent suddenly sprung to full mast in my shorts, letting out a purr. “Mmm, I like this reaction," he giggled, grasping my waistband and pulling me back through the villa entrance. “This way, Keith. This way."

So, I followed him like a hypnotized horn-dog. He was such a beautiful boy with well-trimmed fur and a twinkish figure. Such a magnificent ass too. I marveled at it, the way it jiggled and moved with each sultry walk, then looked up to meet the lion's young yet experienced eyes. One of them winked back at me before focusing on navigating the foyer leading towards the kitchen, a flirtatious smile behind those cute whiskers of his.

“I'm hungry," he said.

“For what?" I asked not-so-innocently. “Meat? Anything specific, like pork?"

Ado offered me a sweet smile. “Mmm, maybe?" He giggled. “Something just as phallic. This way." He stood in front of the large modern refrigerator in the kitchen, opening it and leaning forward while conveniently raising his tail to push his posterior near my crotch. The lion twink lingered, tempting me as he surveyed the full shelves inside. He then did the same for the freezer. “Hmmm, let's see…I know we have a grape flavored—aha!"

Just as fast as we had stopped by the refrigerator, Ado unwrapped a grape-flavored popsicle and steered me away from the kitchen, and out to the back patio. We went down a small flight of steps before finally, the teasing lion revealed a large towel laid on the sand with a bottle of sunscreen sitting beside it.

Without a beat, Ado pulled out the half-sucked popsicle to ask, “Would you mind getting me ready, Daddy?"

I laughed as the teasing lion already laid on his back, legs spread and presenting. Feeling bold, I wiggled my shorts down until only my black briefs remained, and an obscene tent already wet with my pre-cum. I would bet he could smell it in the air along with the scent of the Caribbean Sea not too far away.

“It would be my pleasure, Ado," I replied. Grabbing the large bottle, I squirted a generous amount onto one of my palms. “Mind raising your arms?"

The lad complied, popping the popsicle between those inviting lips of his, and sucking on it with feline abandon. I lathered all ten fingers with the sunscreen, then got to work. My thick digits, at first, caressed and admired his stomach and chest, then his beautiful legs and paw pads. They especially enjoyed feeling the latter up and eliciting giggles from Ado, squeezing at those cute toe beans. However, I did not neglect spreading the sunscreen all over the skin beneath his trimmed, tan fur. I lathered at his beautiful chest especially, admiring his lithe figure, squeezing at a hardening nipple or groping a pectoral. What especially made the lion purrlike an engine was when I went further down south, rubbing at the area above his tented crotch and applying my own teasing mischief to the treatment. He wasn't the only one who could elicit a reaction, let alone a stiff erection.

Meanwhile, Ado enjoyed his popsicle a little too enthusiastically. Not that I complained. It looked very tasty, a wet and melting treat with sweet flavoring and pleasurable hydration. For a long time, the lion lad locked eyes with me while suckling on that delicious treat. He moaned and blushed and dragged his feet lying tongue up and down those several inches of frozen, melting delight.

“Mmmm stop it, Keith," he giggled when I reached beneath his armpits. My knuckles pulled out more laughter from his lips. “That tickles!"

I laughed. “Make me."

Using one paw to hold the mostly-consumed popsicle stick, Ado used his other paw to grab me by my chest fur and pull himself up. I could still taste her the frozen grape flavoring on his lips when they met mine, and I shivered at the sensation of his cool, rough tongue licking my inner jawline. It certainly caught me off-guard at first. Soon enough though, my dominant side took over and the lad submitted to my kisses. I felt his tail thrash and a smack our legs. With the two of us rubbing our covered cocks at their tips, I firmly held the lad in his spot while my bulbous boar tongue tasted all of Ado; his inner maw, his tongue, his lips, esophagus and maybe even his soul.

By the time that I pulled away for air, Ado gasped in oxygen with spit and saliva all over his lips and a lovestruck gaze etched in his sapphire eyes. The entire time, I couldn't stop grinning. Neither did he, especially as he leaned back down and shifted around so he lay on his stomach. Once again, that magnificent ass stared back at me, his tail swishing like a spellbinding cobra that danced for my attention. Licking residue popsicle from his fingers, the feline craned his neck to once again wink at me.

“I had a dream about us last night," he purred, popping the treat back into that addictive mouth. “Do you know what I saw?"

My raging boar boner wanted to cum all over his back, with or without my briefs still on. I held my resolve though. “Tell me all about it, Ado," I grunted.

As he began to tell his tale, my fingers grabbed the nearby sunscreen bottle. I squeezed the plastic tube a little too hard, resulting in a large dollop of white cream staining the tan fur on his right butt cheek.

“Well, we were back on our Christmas holiday in Corfu," Ado began, blushing and moaning throughout my massage/application of sunscreen along his upper and lower back. “We were at the beach, you could see most of the Greek-style villas from the seashore. There were too many cats around us, both feral and mammal-sized. Sometimes, one of the nude, handsome men would be holding these cute critters. They'd be smiling at us or welcoming us in Greek. Sometimes it sounded like a mixture of Italian and Spanish though."

Ado shook his black mane, refocusing and groaning on one of my fingers applied pressure to a sore spot along his spine. “Oh, that's nice!" He purred. “Anyway, there we were on Corfu's beach, when suddenly, we're surrounded by all the nude local cats. You were watching as they gang-banged around me, paddling my ass, and making me moan your name over and over."

“Remind me to bring you along with me and Jake on our next trip to Corfu then," I chuckled with a deep layer of overflowing lust in my older voice. “Don't forget though," my left fingers snaked beneath his bright blue thong and firmly grasped onto one of his sunscreen-lathered ass cheeks, “this ass belongs to me."

My rigid, precum-soaked cock desperately wanted to be freed. It wanted to dry fuck the lion hard enough to make us scream in pleasure and pain. If not, jets of boar semen would shoot all over his back like moisturizer. However, sunscreen did not make the best form of lubrication.

Ado finished the rest of his popsicle, tossing the stick beside him on the towel and trilling, “Oh, Keith…"

“Say it, kitten," I let out a lustful snarl.

He wiggled his butt into my fingers, trembling excitedly as I peeled that bright blue thong down to his hips. “P-Please, take me!" he begged. “Take me, Daddy!"

Within seconds, I spread his beautiful cheeks wide and dove my snout in.

“Mngahhhhhhhh! Oooooooooohhhhhhhh, Daaaaadddy!"

I didn't just eat the lion out: I utterly devoured him. My tongue bred and deflowered Ado's crevice as if he were still an eager virgin, his back sweating and arching as his tail thrashed in the air like a tall balloon at one of those American car dealerships. The natural scent of youth, of male lion musk, and the unnatural smell of lavender soap, mixed together in a sweet my snout couldn't stop inhaling. Not when it made my cock threaten to shoot all over Ado's ankles and cause him to sing to the heavens, my tongue stretching him wider and wider.

It went on for longer than I expected. There was something heavenly about rimming a twink in his prime, hearing their squeaks and cries of pleasure whenever my tongue explored his opening and its delectable depths. I imagined it felt the same as when a talented straight man performed the ABCs on a lady's vulva. Only here, not only did I tell Ado the ABCs, but in Spanish and French and Welsh too. His ass was becoming well-versed in multiple languages. That very much included the language of sex, specifically taking my male sex mere seconds after I pulled my wet tongue from his gaping entrance, then shifted myself upward to line up my cock's meaty head.

My body dwarfed over Ado's. I inhaled his musk. It smelled of applied sunscreen and masculine need, making me grunt while licking and slobbering around his maned throat. With practiced patience, I began thrusting slowly, in and out of my lion lover. It didn't take long for me to piston faster.

“Ooooh, mmfh, ooooh, K-Keith! H-Harder!"

“Mmmm, take it all, Ado. Nnngh, yeah! Take that boar dick…"

My palm smacked one vulnerable butt cheek. Ado yelped, but didn't protest. My other palm collided with the other vulnerable cheek, and that beautiful sound sang in my ears, growing as I felt his tailhole clench tightly around my shaft. I imagined having one of my paddles from the previous night and turning those two globes of his a bright, glowing red. I imagined making Ado orgasmically scream his lungs out until they carried across the waves and could be heard all over the Caribbean. The thought alone made me even harder than I already was, and I started bucking deeper inside my trembling lion.

“Oh, K-Keith!" he cried out, head raised and purring madly. “D-Daddy! Oh, fuck!!"

“Such a tight kitty cat!" I grasped his wild tail once it jerks free from between his lower back and my potbelly stomach. “Shit, that's a good kitty!"

The lad had been teasing me all morning. So, I originally planned to fuck him all the way until the sun rose higher overhead. Whether it be my age or the fact that Ado knew how to make any dominant male cum inside him after minutes of thorough fucking, I couldn't help myself. I clutched onto his tail, his right ass cheek, and pounded even harder inside the feline, squealing as my balls emptied inside him.

Like a magic trick, my lion also came.

“Oooooh, fuck!" I leaned up and spanked that ass one more time, relishing at feeling Ado shudder around my older cock. “Ohhhh…Yeah…"

Gently tugging him up, I pulled the lion into a hug, cock still lodged inside of him and feeling the last of my warm seed empty within. Ado let out incomprehensible words mixed in with purrs and moans, and I creamed his neck to plant a kiss on his flushed muzzle. He eagerly returned it with a rough tongue, feverishly tasting mine.

For minutes afterward, I made out with the lad until my cock started going limp. I reluctantly pulled my tongue out for air, looking into his beautiful eyes.

“That…was…amazing," he murmured, still heavily panting. “Just like…last night…"

After a moment, I managed to gather my breath. “Let's take a dip in the waves," I suggested, “then you'll lounge out here while I go make us a continental breakfast. What do you say, Ado?"

Right on cue, his stomach growled alongside mine, and the lion giggled.

“Sounds lovely," he agreed, then offered a wink. “I could go for some pork for dinner as well, later tonight?"

“Yum," I laughed. “You have a deal."

The two of us tiredly stood up from the messy towel. We stumbled naked and dripping with cum and sweat all the way from the sandy shores to the beautiful waves crashing into the surrounding beach. Ado looked just as beautiful, splashing and jumping with joy into the incoming waves, dancing like an ocean nymph. I enjoyed chasing after him as well, from the cold waters right into the kitchen, where I already started to craft a continental breakfast like I promised him. Hopefully, once the two of us were finished eating, Ado wouldn't mind having some tasty dessert afterwards. Perhaps out on one of the boats?

This time, I planned to bring a bottle of lubricant with us.