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Bonding: Sarmoti and Hunter

“Eighteen already, huh?” Sarmoti said, sitting back and taking a big gulp of his beer. Hunter's birthday had just come and gone, and, to celebrate, Sarmoti had brought the kid out to a bar for a drink; a simple gesture, but he was curious to see how well his grandson could handle his drink.

“Uh, yeah,” said Hunter, adjusting and peeking over the collar he was still wearing after all these years. He glanced down at his own drink. “Don't I have to be twenty-one for this stuff, grandpa?”

“Eh, what's that matter?” Sarmoti huffed. “Just sit back and enjoy it, I ain't gonna tell.”

“Really? Mom and Dad would never let me try this stuff, not 'till I'm old enough, at least.”

“Yeah, well, they're not here, are they?” A gruff chuckle escaped the older lion, who gestured towards Hunter's mug, urging him on. Eager to try his first beer, Hunter took the mug and brought it up, but stopped when it knocked against his collar. Sarmoti rolled his eyes. “Take that stupid thing off, Kid, it's just in the way.” Hunter hesitated, but then clumsily fumbled at it. A few moments later and he'd slipped it from his neck, freeing himself. Sarmoti grunted, “That's much better. You look more like a lion and less like a satellite dish.” Hunter seemed a bit bashful, but returned to his drink, taking a big gulp of it and then spluttering.

“Ack! That's what adults drink?!” More spluttering, and a boisterous laugh from his grandfather.

“I guess you can call it an acquired taste. Keep drinking, Kid, you'll get used to it.” He saw to his own beer, his eyes subtly moving up and down Hunter's lithe, feline form. He'd grown into quite the handsome young man, and Sarmoti had certainly noticed. That rump of Hunter's had long since caught the older man's attention, and Sarmoti had caught himself sneaking glances, his perverted mind filling with the dirtiest thoughts of his own grandson. After all, Sarmoti wasn't some sex-fearing snob, he was a horny old man – an animal, and sex was the most natural thing one could imagine. So what if he wanted to slam his grandson? He wasn't ashamed, though he certainly kept it on the down low. Kate would have a thing or two to say if she ever found out... Regardless, he continued to entertain his horny thoughts regarding Hunter, and tonight he was going to shoot his shot. See if he could loosen the young lion up and get him alone somewhere nice and private, and then... well, he'd just see how things played out.

Casually, Sarmoti sat back, his legs spreading in a relaxed manner while his furry sheath and dangling lion sack hung freely downstairs. Hunter couldn't help but glance down. It wasn't his first time seeing his grandfather's equipment, of course: they were lions, they spent their whole lives naked with their junk hanging out for the world to see. Though, there was something about the way Sarmoti was seemingly drawing attention to it with his spread legs and relaxed posture. Hunter stared at it for slightly longer than was necessary, and Sarmoti noticed.

“Something catch your eye, Kiddo?” he smirked.

“Oh, uh, n-no!” Hunter said quickly, looking back up into his eyes. “Um, I didn't mean to... I mean, Mom says it's rude to stare.”

“Huh! Stare all you want, no fur off my back.” Sarmoti gave a shrug, spreading his legs slightly wide and drawing more curious staring from Hunter. “I dunno what parents are teaching their kids these days; in my day, a guy could stare at someone's junk for hours and nobody would bat an eye. We're animals, Kid! This kinda crap's as natural as it comes!” He unabashedly reached down and gave himself a tug and a squeeze down there, letting his grandson gaze and stare at it, proud and unashamed.

“I... guess so,” Hunter said, his cheeks turning slightly pink, his eyes trained solely on the older man's equipment. Sarmoti had a smug look on his face; he was enjoying the attention, and so was his body. Under Hunter's gaze, Sarmoti's sheath began to twitch and quiver, and Hunter's eyes went wide when he saw the pink tip of his grandfather's dick start to emerge into the open, and Sarmoti didn't seem to care at all.

“Like I said,” said Sarmoti, “stare all you want. We're animals, it's natural.” And stare Hunter did, eyes locked on Sarmoti's junk, his cheeks burning bright pink.

“Whoa...” he muttered. “It's real big.”

“Ha, I've heard that before,” Sarmoti gave a gruff chuckle. As he proudly presented himself to Hunter, the older lion began ogling him back, a low growl of intrigue echoing from the back of his throat.

“You know, Hunter, I always wondered something about you.”

“Huh? What's that, Grandpa?” Hunter asked.

“Well, lemme put it this way: you ever been with another guy, Hunter?”

“Another...?” Hunter was surprised by the question, chuckling and rubbing the back of his neck while still nursing his drink. “No... I've never been with anyone before.”

“Would ya like to?” Sarmoti's eyes gleamed with mischief, his hand finding Hunter's leg, roaming boldly to his inner thigh and getting a surprised squeak from him. Hunter hesitated. He certainly was curious about other guys; he had been for a while, even. After a moment of deliberation, he answered.

“Sure!” he said, an excited smile on his face. “But, uh, who am I gonna get with?”

“Geez...” Sarmoti rolled his eyes. “You're lookin' at him, Kid!” Hunter took a second to get the hint.

“Oooh! Wait, you, really?”

“Yeah, really,” Sarmoti said. “Who better to teach you this kind stuff than your own grandfather, huh?” Hunter perked up. He'd always looked up to Sarmoti, and the old man did have a point. No doubt he had plenty to teach a youngster like himself. His tail swishing excitedly, Hunter gave an eager nod.

“Okay!” he said, his feline ears flicking, just as excited as the rest of him.

“That's my boy,” Sarmoti grinned, his hand now sliding up Hunter's inner thigh and boldly cupping the young lion's sack.

“Ah!” Hunter squeaked, his hips immediately bucking against Sarmoti's hand. The older lion chuckled at the reaction.

“Oh, yeah. You're gonna be a real fun time, I can tell.” Hunter bit his lower lip, toes curling in response to the massaging of his most sensitive parts, Sarmoti's fingers kneading and teasing the furry sack. He took a moment to watch his grandson squirming and writhing in his grasp, before giving his nuts one more squeeze and letting go. “C'mon, I'll get us a room here. Wouldn't want your parents walking in while I'm balls deep up your ass, right?”

Sarmoti didn't waste any time: he went straight to the guy behind the bar and got the two a room for the night. Moments later and Hunter was standing at the foot of a bed of dubious quality; this wasn't the ritziest place out there, but, hey, he was about to lose his virginity, so he didn't care in the slightest.

“So... how do we start?” asked Hunter, his body tingling with excitement, and that tingling all gathered in his crotch, where his sheath was stirring and his young lion member began to stiffen. Sarmoti looked him up and down, his horny old man mind flooding with the horniest of thoughts. He stroked his thinning mane, his own length already more than halfway to full mast.

“How do we start, huh?” he grunted, stepping closer to the smaller lion and placing his hands firmly on Hunter's hips. “Here's how we start, Kid.” With that, Hunter was pulled against the bigger male's frame, Sarmoti looking down at him with greedy and eager eyes. Before Hunter could respond, their lips were locked, and Sarmoti unceremoniously jammed his tongue into Hunter's surprised maw. He wasn't one for screwing around or beating around the bush; he'd much rather just get right to the dirty stuff.

“Mm! Glrrk!” Hunter spluttered, writhing more out of surprise than protest, his mouth opening wide as Sarmoti tongue-fucked his grandson's throat. “Mrrrr...” He could hear Sarmoti grunting against his hips, those strong hands of his sliding around to grab Hunter by the ass, digging into his soft, pert cheeks.

It took him a second to recover, but once he did, Hunter wrapped his arms around Sarmoti's body, hands now clumsily yet excitedly exploring the older male's back, his fingers combing through his fur. This was such a rush; he'd never been kissed before, not like this, anyway... And by his own grandpa, no less! It was so exciting, and the state of his hardening lion dick was proving such. Both lions were hardening fast, their hips pressing forward and grinding together, their muffled moans filling the room. Hunter could feel his grandfather's fingers kneading his cheeks still, grasping and massaging at his rump and making him shiver whenever Sarmoti parted them; Hunter could feel a cool draft of air blowing over his virginal hole whenever he did.

“Grrrff...” Sarmoti growled with pleasure, his tongue flitting around inside Hunter's mouth and thrusting in good and deep. The aggressive kissing had Hunter groaning against Sarmoti's lips: his grandpa wasn't holding back. With a grunt, though, he eventually pulled back, saliva dripping down their chins.

“W-wow!” Hunter beamed. “You're a great kisser, Grandpa!”

“So I've been told.” Sarmoti looked his grandson over. They were both rock hard, cocks standing to attention, and Sarmoti's cockhead was already starting to glisten with pre. He was eager to really get this show on the road. “How about you get on your knees and start kissing my dick instead, ah?” Sarmoti had a big grin on his face, the familiar tingle of sheer arousal running through his body.

“Your dick?” Hunter looked down at it. Naive and inexperienced as he was, he'd barely even heard of anything except the most basic sex acts. Still, his grandfather knew best, no doubt, and so he knelt in front of him, staring at the cock presented to him while Sarmoti took himself by the base and shook it in Hunter's face.

“Open up,” he ordered, already so eager to feel his grandson's mouth around his fat manhood. Hunter tentatively took the twitching thing in his hand, staring at it for a moment longer before opening up and letting Sarmoti slide into his maw.

“Mm!” a muffled squeak escaped the younger lion as the taste of cock hit him: the musky taste of male mixed with the saltiness of his pre-cum.

“Ooh, there ya go. Start suckin',” Sarmoti growled, a hand finding the back of Hunter's head and steadily pulling him further onto his cock.

“Glrrrk!” Hunter spluttered, surprised at how it felt and tasted inside him. He felt a bit out of his depth, but he wasn't going to call it off. He wanted to impress his grandpa. And so, with muffled moans, he began obediently sucking on Sarmoti's cock, gasping through his nose as the thick and powerful taste assailed him. Sarmoti's ears twitched at the obscene sounds of Hunter's slurping, the younger male's tongue flicking deftly over his shaft and head while a hand went to work the shaft.

“Oooh...” Sarmoti purred. “For a first timer, you sure suck some good dick. You sure you haven't been sneaking your dad's pornos behind our backs?” Hunter could only groan in response, sucking harder still on the rigid shaft being humped inside him.

The more Hunter continued to suck, the more pre he could feel being spurted onto his tongue, his throat twitching as he gulped the stuff down. He looked up, catching his grandfather's gaze, their eyes filled with excitement and lust. On Sarmoti's instruction, Hunter brought his free hand up to massage the balls, which earned further grunts and moans from the old man.

“Fuuuck, that's the shit...!” Sarmoti growled, now with both his hands on Hunter's head, holding him tight as he began thrusting back and forth with swifter and harder movements of his hips. Hunter continued to splutter loudly, his mouth and hands working at the cock and balls in front of him: eager, yet clumsy. The taste of dick was so strong, his tongue swirling around the head, slurping along the slit which was still oozing copious amounts of pre-cum. That slurping to the most sensitive part of his cock earned further moans from Sarmoti, his lips curling into a huge grin. His grip on Hunter's head tightened, and he pulled the smaller male closer, ramming his cock down his throat and earning a choking gasp in response.

“Glrrrkk!!”

“Just relax your throat and take it, Kid!” Sarmoti growled, his breathing growing heavier along with his thrusting. With more muffled moaning, Hunter tried to do as he was instructed and relax his throat. Focusing wholly on servicing and pleasuring the more experienced male, he kept on bobbing his head up and down, tongue slurping and mouth sucking. He still hand a hand working Sarmoti's nuts, and he could feel those two furry orbs tensing up while Sarmoti's moans grew louder. He'd jerked off enough in his horny teenage years to be able to tell when a guy was getting ready to blow, and he grew even more excited at the prospect of taking his grandfather's fat load.

“That's it... keep sucking...” Sarmoti growled, his breathing turning ragged while drops of sweat dripped down his forehead. Tilting his head back, he gave out a loud roar of pleasure that no doubt could be heard down the halls of the bar's upstairs, and he began unloading into Hunter's mouth.

“Mrrf!!” Hunter gasped, eyes wide as he was flooded. Sarmoti held him in place, firing rope after rope down his grandson's throat; Hunter's maw was so flooded with the stuff that it spurted out the sides of his mouth and dripped down his chin, his throat twitching as he was made to swallow several salty loads of lion cum. Right before his climax began to slow, Sarmoti suddenly yanked his cock out and painted Hunter's face with the rest of his warm load, his cock quivering and pulsing while Hunter gasped and moaned.

“Ooh- w-wow!” he huffed, his fur soaked in cum, the fluids dripping from his mouth. He looked up at Sarmoti, their gazes meeting again. Sarmoti had a smug look on his face, grinning lecherously down at him.

“How was that for your first time, huh?”

“It was great, Grandpa! Your cum tastes so good!”

“Yeah, I bet,” Sarmoti chuckled and then gestured to the bed. “I ain't done with you yet. Get down on all fours.” Hunter nodded and obediently did as he was told. On the bed, on all fours, his ass was stuck out towards Sarmoti, who climbed up behind him. “A gentleman always knocks before entering,” he said, spreading Hunter's cheeks and lowering his muzzle.

“What're you- aahhh! W-whoa-!” Hunter squeaked when he felt Sarmoti's tongue on his asshole, the warm, wet appendage flitting across his exposed entrance and turning it slick with his spit. He squirmed and wriggled, hugging the pillow in front of him tight as that adventurous, hungry tongue ran all over his pucker. His claws dug into the pillow, cutting into it while his hips pressed back, his hole tightness grinding against Sarmoti's mouth, desperate for more attention.

“Mm! Grandpa... T-that feels good... S-so good...!” He closed his eyes, basking in the incredible sensations that were coursing through his body, his hole quivering around Sarmoti's tongue. He could feel his grandfather's fingers digging firmly into his asscheeks, spreading them wide and fully exposing that warmth between them. Sarmoti's tongue wiggled against it, prodding and licking before slipping inside and earning further whines from his boy. “Ooohh... So... g-good...” Hunter was drooling, hole quivering around Sarmoti's tongue, just begging for more attention.

After a good, long while of eating Hunter's ass, Sarmoti popped his tongue out and pulled back with a deep breath.

“Tight lil fucker, ain'tcha? Can't say I'm surprised. Let's get you niiice 'n' ready...” With that, he slipped a finger between those pert cheeks, grinding it against Hunter's beckoning hole and then sliding it inside, the spit acting as decent enough lube.

“Gaaahh! Grandpa-!” Hunter's claws were now tearing at the pillow, slicing through the pillowcase while Sarmoti fingered and stretched his hole. Having hardened again from his previous orgasm, Sarmoti's cock was ready for some more action, ready for a good, tight hole to thrust into.

“How's that feel, Kid?” Sarmoti grunted, driving his finger nice and deep into Hunter's body, prodding at his walls and making Hunter squirm under him.

“I-it's good!” was all Hunter could manage to say, now biting his lower lip as that thick digit invaded him. The stretching hurt just a bit, but the pleasure he felt far eclipsed that. He could feel Sarmoti's finger jabbing against his prostate, forcing more shaky moans from him and making his dick spurt onto the sheets beneath him. “Ngh! Grandpa- s-so good... Fuuuck...!” Hunter couldn't help but push back, his body just begging for more attention, his ass clenching and trembling as his grandfather toyed with him.

“Oh yeah, you're really loving this, huh?” Sarmoti teased, easing his finger in deeper still. A few more moments of this and Hunter's tight ass would be ready for the main event...

Sarmoti was stroking himself off with his free hand, his dick ready for a nice, tight hole to thrust into. He couldn't resist for much longer, and he soon popped his finger from Hunter's quivering ass and got into position. Kneeling behind the younger lion, he took hold of those furry cheeks and spread them wide, hungrily licking his lips as he began grinding his leaking manhood against it.

“Haaah...” Hunter gasped; he could feel the warmth of his grandpa's pre-cum being smeared across his fuckhole, that aching prick ready to invade his passage at any moment. “S-stick it in me, Grandpa,” he whimpered, grinding his ass back, ready for it.

“Desperate slut, ain'tcha?” Sarmoti chuckled, a hand going to hold his cock in place as he slowly pressed forward. Both lions moaned in abject pleasure as Hunter's hole was stretched around the girth, Sarmoti's hardness steadily being thrust inside his warmth. “Mm! Fuck, that's the stuff! Yeah, you're definitely a virgin, alright.” The tightness gripped his shaft like a vice, clinging to his fuckstick as he drove it deep into Hunter's ass. Hunter himself could only writhe and whimper, sweat dripping from his brow and his eyes watering slightly. He tried to speak, but all he managed was a bunch of mangled groans; he could barely get his words out with his ass stuffed full of cock like this. Panting, Hunter buried his head into the pillow in front of him, which had already been thoroughly shredded by his claws.

“Keep taking it, boy, you're halfway there,” Sarmoti grunted, inching his dick deeper inside his grandson's body.

“Y-yes, grandpa!” Hunter moaned, his own fully erect cock a constant display of how much he was enjoying being speared on that older dick.

“Mm! Theeere we go...” Sarmoti growled, finally hilting inside Hunter's ass, with every single inch of his big, hard lion cock thrust balls deep inside that tightness. Hunter felt so full, his hole stretched wide, his passage full of that big, older cock. It was driving him wild.

“Fuck... me...” he managed to plead between moans, his ass wiggling against Sarmoti's hips.

“Oh, I'll fuck you, alright,” Sarmoti beamed. “Just... don't tell your parents why you're walking funny, yeah?” He slid back and then gave a good, powerful thrust, that had Hunter crying out, his inner reaches being pummelled as Sarmoti got to work breeding and fucking him.

“Ahh! Ooh, grandpa! More!” Hunter's voice was dripping with need, his legs spreading further. Sarmoti leaned forward, putting his weight down on Hunter and wrapping his arms around him. He held the smaller male tight against himself, his hips pounding, cock slamming in and out of that tight, warm hole. The constant attention to his sweet spot had Hunter hurtling towards his first ever hands-free climax, a sensation that made his eyes go wide and his breath catch in his throat.

The room was filled with the obscene sounds of hard, intense breeding: the bed creaking under them, their combined moans, and the sound of hips against ass. Sarmoti's fucking grew harder and faster by the second, his low-hanging balls swinging about with his thrusting and slapping against Hunter's sack whenever he ploughed forward. His hands were roaming over his bitch's form, fingers running through the soft fur of Hunter's belly before moving up to tease at his perky and stiffened nipples. As soon as he gave one of those overly sensitive things a squeeze, Hunter felt himself pass the point of no return: he was going to cum. His eyes rolling up, a high-pitched and shaking cry of pleasure escaped the young lion while his balls tensed up and his cock prepared to unload. He tried to say something, but he couldn't find his voice as he began pumping his cum across the sheets.

“Grarrrghh!!” he roared, writhing under Sarmoti's form, his balls aching as they were quickly and thoroughly emptied. A low grunt escaped Sarmoti when he felt the tightness surrounding his cock pulsing in time with Hunter's orgasm, quivering around his shaft as Hunter shot load after load of his seed.

Spent, Hunter collapsed forward, drooling from the myriad sensations coursing through him, his chest rising and falling along with his shaky breaths. He burbled something that Sarmoti couldn't make out, though he was far too preoccupied breeding that tight ass to really pay attention to anything Hunter was trying to say. His constant and unrelenting pounding earned more trembling squeaks from Hunter, and the fucking only intensified by the second, until Sarmoti, too, was ready to unload.

“Almost there...” he growled. “Almost there; gonna fill you up good, boy...!” He gave out a snarl, filling the room with a lustful and intense roar as he began to unload his balls into his grandson's fuckhole.

“Glrrkk!” Hunter gasped, his body tense, his chin covered in drool. He could feel it all: every rope of cum flooding into him, all while Sarmoti continued ploughing him. With every thrust he gave, he fired a fresh rope of his seed into the ass in front of him, his movements steadily slowing until he once again hilted inside, his movements finally coming to a stop. Gasping with pleasure and giving out low grunts, Sarmoti enjoyed the feel of that warmth tightening around his shaft, Hunter's passage shuddering around him before the older male began to slide out of him.

“That's the stuff,” he growled, watching as Hunter collapsed in a freshly-used heap in front of him, his hole stretched and leaking cum.

“Oooh... Ohh, wow...” Hunter groaned, lying in a pool of his own cum while his grandpa loomed over him.

“You know, you ain't a bad fuck at all. Tighter than your grandma, even.” Sarmoti gave a chuckle and then laid himself down, hands behind his head with Hunter recovering next to him. “Alright, Kid, how was your first time? Helluva ride, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” Hunter groaned. “That was... crazy. Like... really good. Thanks for taking my virginity, grandpa.”

“Ha, anytime,” Sarmoti said. “Just, you know, don't tell your parents. Your mother would freak out if she found out the guy who popped your cherry was your grandpa.”

The two lay there on the bed; Hunter could still feel Sarmoti's cum leaking from his freshly-fucked hole while he basked in the afterglow, his breathing steadying as he came down from the high of having his ass pounded into next week. It would take them both a good while before they came down enough to actually get out of bed and clean themselves up.

“C'mon,” said Sarmoti. “I told Kate I'd get you back home before midnight.”

“Uh-huh, okay, grandpa!” Hunter said, beaming excitedly as the two left, the feel of Sarmoti's load still fresh in the younger lion's ass.

“Oh, and, grandpa? Can we do that again sometime?”

“Ha, your damn right we can. Won't be the last time I pound your ass, that's for sure.”

THE END