Movie seat
#3 of Movies
Jack the jock tiger found another encounter during his visit to the movies.
Next short story! Just another simple continuation from the previous two. It won't go on for long but if the inspiration strikes, I might go on for another but till then, enjoy this story about the jock tiger and a fox.
Movie seats
You know what I honestly hate? Getting movie seats at the last minute and when I meant last minute, I literally mean 'fucking get out of the way I need my tickets now' kind of attitude. They were showing my all time favourite sequel and it's filled with action! Don't expect a feline jock like me to sit through something boring like romance or science fiction. All I needed was hack and slash, mindless shooting with martial arts that speaks haiyah! throughout the whole sitting; that's the movie for me.
Guess what, my 'buddies' knocked out in the last minute. I got up from bed, waiting for their replies and what do you know... three of my best buds had an excuse not to join in. The first said he needed to stay back on campus to keep his girlfriend happy. Another excused himself with a last minute parent visit from another state (I hate rents coming in without notice) and the other came down with food poisoning. The fuck did the guy eat? Poison?
I growled and fumed through the whole morning and if I wanted to get things done in time, I'd have to jet right now. No booking made, I had to buy tickets from the counter and that wasn't my all time favourite past time. I snatched whatever shirt I could find and comfortable shorts, bolted down the streets and bought my tickets. The final seat and it was all the way back at a corner. I couldn't care less because this was my favourite movie and nothing was going to stop me from watching it.
As I rushed and trudged through the seats that was already filled with other patrons, I sat my stripped butt down and sighed away. Thankfully, the movie hasn't started and commercials were playing through. Fuck it all. This is the last time I'm going to have my buds make any movie decisions. I was in a foul mood but something caught my attention. Never ever get ready when you're in a rush. Guess what, I found myself a half torn shirt that exposed my chest and abs in public and it seemed nobody had informed me about it.
For fucks sake. This isn't happening. I checked my shorts and moaned in defeat. It had a torn down to my balls and I was going commando that day. What the fuck did I even take? I sniffed at my garments. Shit, these were my ragged clothes! I practically used them to clean up dirt around my room. I can't believe this was happening. With a dejected sigh, I took my shirt off. Thankfully it was dark and nobody could see what was happening or rather, what I wore underneath. Rubbed against my chest, I smiled and flexed for myself. I loved what I had developed under the years of football but something else came to mind.
Looked up to the entrance, I wondered if the horse I fucked weeks before was there. Not a sign but I managed to identify the guy sitting next to me. A fox, looked probably about my age, stared right at me but not towards my eyes. He gazed right upon my chest and stuck them right there. "Hey, movie is about to start." I spoke.
The fox snapped out of his reverie and looked away. Mmm... there was a thought. No straight guy in their right mind would blatantly stare at another male like that. His eyes said a lot but jumping into conclusion like that was slightly dangerous. The seats next to the fox seemed to be empty and since we were on a three seat row, up at the corner, no one would suspect anything.
The crash of the opening scene came about and that caught my attention. It had started but I still wanted to check out the fox next to me. Plot came about; talks about secret missions and after many tactical reasoning, the action finally came. One of the many reasons why I loved this film was the actor himself. Lead man was the hunk of my dreams. Nights after nights I looked at his topless photos online and jerked off to it. Of course, I did have my flings when I'm all alone but that's beside the point.
He came running down the chopper; shirtless with muscles bulged for all to see. Just like me, he was a large tiger but far bigger than I was. He moved effortlessly through the enemies, shot every one that came in view. Once every one of them was taken care of, he bolted right off but an unexpected trap snapped right at him, ropes tied about his body and weapons dropped, my idol on the big screen was captured. Something stirred in my groin and I knew very well why that happened.
You have no idea how hot he looked being tied up like that. The personification of his sinewy body came to view and I couldn't help but swoon at his sculptured image. My paws roamed about and cupped at my chest, rubbed and tweaked over my nipples a little as I took it all in. The villain appeared and cackled maniacally at the success as of his plan. It didn't help curb my sudden arousal when his pants was stripped off as well, left only with his jock. This was, by far, the most sexualized scene that he'd ever appeared in and I'm never going to forget this.
I panted under my breath and groped along my nether regions but instead of feeling up and strain from my shorts, it popped right out of the torn hole. That's it, I couldn't help it. I was genuinely worked up with what's on screen and I didn't care if the guy next to me was watching with interest. From the corner of my eye, I knew he stared a little but not putting it too obvious. If I wanted to get his full attention, I'd have to do something bold, which I did.
Hips arched upwards a little; I pumped a few strokes, milked out some pre and played with the cock head. My other paw busied itself against my chest and that was all I needed. I would moan sensually but only soft enough for him to hear. Slow and steady, I got into a good rhythm. My foreskin pulled all the way back and popped back up, river of pre streamed downwards. This time, I turned to the side and got a good look at the fox. His eyes were fixated at my fully engorged length and let me tell you, he was going to take the bait.
I nudged at his arm and we locked eyes for a moment. "Hot scene right there, no?"
The fox bit his lips and looked away, only for a second.
"Got me all worked up," I purred, "He makes me so horny..."
"This is not the place for it!" He hissed.
"Oh no, it isn't but you don't seem to be ratting me out. In fact, you want to touch me,"
"No I don't!" Fox folded his arms like an angry child.
My arm crossed over to his seat and took his paw, placed right at the base of my cock. "Come on, you can touch it. I don't mind. Give it some love."
The poor vulpine tried to pull his arm off but I was far stronger than he was. In the end, he submitted to my grip and gingerly coiled his fingers around my shaft. The coldness from his paw had me trembled for a second but was quickly replaced with slow strokes. He couldn't grip as much but his tight grasp was better than nothing. Down it went and foreskin exposed to the air, I sighed with relief. The foreskin went upwards and he milked off a dollop of pre on to his fingers. This went on for a minute and my grip left his paws. Now, the fox was doing this on his own accord. Everything seems to be happening too fast but as far as I know, the man beside me was transfixed with what he was doing.
Evidently, he went beyond what I expected when the fox knelt over in front of me and had both paws against my cock. His muzzle opened wide and started stroking up and down like it was the most natural thing to do. I've heard of foxes being such sluts and cock hungry but I didn't want to classify him as so; right now he was pushing the stereotype. My hips arched forward to accentuate how much he was handling and true enough, the fox was more than happy to engulf the tip willingly. The first contact of tongue sent shivers down my spine and when that muzzle went lower, getting in deeper with every few inches, my groin burned with desire to fuck that man.
The movie was still playing and the hero was planning his escape plan. Ropes cut off and dropped down on his feet, the protagonist rushed off to find his arch enemy. More action with flurry of punches, he was still clad only in his jock but that was the only thing I could remember thereon because a talented fox was working up like a true bottom. I watched his lips pursed around the cock head, tongue lapped and suckled at the tip as he slowly took in more and more. It was agonizingly slow but I could feel every lap he had to offer and that pushed me near the edge sooner than expected.
A paw went under and rolled my balls around, admiring the size of my family jewels and what contained in them. I usually have my morning paw off but with how much I was rushing to get to watch this show, I didn't have time. Then again, it seemed that I wasn't paying much attention to it but downwards to a fox. Muzzle popped open and he wiped any excess saliva that clung on to his lips. I looked around and thankfully, no one was looking. Sexual acts in public places weren't my cup of tea but this was kind of arousing. With how dark it is and our seats being at the upper corner of the theater, we were practically invisible. Though, if one of the staff started flashing at us, that would be a problem.
I lifted the fox up and pulled his shirt off, revealed to me a swimmer's body that slightly defined his chest and middle torso. Wasn't as exquisite as the guys I've had before but never had a fox under my cock. As circumstances came about, might as well take this opportunity to give him a try.
"What's your name, little fox?"
He swooned at me and pressed both paws against my chest, massaged and felt me up like I was his dream male. "I-It's not important..."
"I'll call you slut fox then," I grinned.
The vulpine wasn't too happy about it but he said not a word either, not until he complimented how hot I looked. I accept any compliments that come my way; it boosted my ego even bigger. Well, that and it goes to show that I'm far more desirable than a pawful of males around here. Slut fox couldn't help but go down on my nipples, lapped and suckled at my chest like I was breast feeding a child. The use of his muzzle was admirable but I needed something more than foreplay. I unbuckled his pants slowly and out popped his own maleness, throbbing just as hard as mine. Surprisingly, he was well hung.
There are guys that are packed with muscles but their dicks are as short as my pinky while some others like this fox for example, looked like a twink but packed a huge package in between their groin. Big cocks always turned me on and that's probably one of the reasons why I loved horses. I remembered my encounter with Isaac and Khan; one now-not-so-virgin horse and a big brute of a polar bear. After we fucked at the restroom weeks ago, we started seeing each other more often during their off days. Somehow during our casual fooling around, I once ended up being the bottom bitch with Khan being the top.
As usual, he got sandwiched in between and got an ass full of horse cock. He came like a hose, filled my ass up to the brim and I loved it. Looking down at the fox, he wasn't that type of guy but an ass is an ass. I pried open his ass and he softly moaned underneath my fur. If he went even louder, the patrons in front of us could have caught us red handed. I curled up his shirt and stuffed that muzzle up.
"Looks good on you," I began to finger his tail hole with my own pre as lubrication. I didn't come prepared. To be honest, I wasn't expecting this.
The slutty fox bit on to his shirt and whined under his breath. My fingers got in deeper and without much effort, I had more than two digits inside his now wet hole. The act itself aroused me even further and with nothing to hold us back, I was ready to pop this fox open a new one. The tip entered without hesitation and just as the head went in; I stopped momentarily to feel the heat of a fox hole that had finally enveloped my shaft. Different? Yes, different from fucking a horse or a bear butt but all asses are the same. If we weren't in such a tight position, I would have man handled this fox like I would to all my bitches and make them cry out my name.
Once I've ass fucked another jock tiger so hard that he forgot his name. All he remembered was calling out mine again and again like I was his personally sex god. That was the hardest he'd ever cum but sadly, it was only a onetime thing. From the looks of it, fox slut here might be one of those guys. With that said, I wanted to make sure this fox remembers how big my cock was and hopefully, get him to bottom properly like how he should be. The man rode up and down my shaft like a cock sleeve, pounded to the bottom and even down at the hilt, he kept quiet like a good little bitch. Under the darkness, I saw both of his eyes closed and I knew what he was thinking off.
My paw grasped on to his malehood and stroked away. Slow at first but turned into rapid pumps as I edged the fox to the end. His balls tensed up and arms wrapped around my neck, I could tell his impending orgasm was coming but I stopped. The fox whined, questioning my motives.
"Shh... Relax..." My stripped paw travelled along his chest and flicks his pre all over the cock head. "Do you want to cum?"
He nodded quickly.
"Really? Do you really want to cum that bad?" I tortured the male but he did something unexpected. He started working his anal muscles, purposely flicked his tail under my balls and stimulated every part of my groin with his ass. Without warning, little fox slut here went balls deep and slides upwards to gain a bit more momentum, going downwards again. The little fucker was fucking himself on me... but I wasn't complaining. He was actually quite good at this. I bet this isn't his first time bottoming. Foxes can be such sluts when a dick is waved right in front of them.
"Please, paw me... I can't take it any more..." He practically begged for it. I wasn't that cruel and decided to let him out of his agony. The simple touch of my paw made him gasp all over again and pleaded for quicker strokes. It didn't take too long and what a sight it was. Splashes of cum streaked over my chest and caked all over me. Big cock definitely had its use. The torrents kept coming and coming. Apparently, that was enough to push me off the edge too because right at that very moment, his ass clamped tighter than before, practically milked me off, I couldn't hold it any longer either.
I hissed violently and gripped on to the riding male. My own pumped deep into the fox and we held it there as so. It felt like I haven't cummed in days! So much had gotten into him that I felt some drizzled down to my balls. The intensity of that fox ass was far hotter than I'd anticipated and that said a lot since he wasn't the usual kind of male that I'd fuck. Most of the guys I had experienced were both bigger than me or about the same size and let me tell you, fucking a bigger guy is way better than a twink. These guys could take it but guys like this fox may not be able to handle the total roughness.
Looking down at him, he seemed to be doing alright. In fact, he was doing better than expected. He sighed and started purring into my broad chest which was now coated with seed. I smelt like fox. "You feel okay?"
"Yeah... Oh my ass..." He groaned, "You're fucking huge and... heh... extremely hot. Who knew I'd end up getting fuck by a hunk tiger like you right here."
Oh I love those words. "And a mighty fine ass to you too,"
At that exact moment, I felt a nudged on my shoulder and as I looked up, I saw Isaac, the horse staff, offered to us some tissues. He shook his head and warned us about it. All I could reply was a sorry and chuckled right at him. At least it wasn't some weird ass staff that caught us red handed. As we cleaned up, the movie was about to end with the main hero running off towards his chopper with the entire building exploding behind his wake. The sound system was beautiful and the intensity of that scene definitely kept a lot of us in our seats.
The hero managed to start his getaway vehicle and flew off towards the sky without even looking back. Building burst into flames, the structures falling apart and he cheered in victory. By then, we were already dressed and to be honest, I was slightly disappointed that I had practically missed the climax and ending of the story. Though, I was creating my own climax with the help of a slutty fox.
With my ragged shirt and torn up shorts, I was barely dressed. I bet once we're outside, plenty could have seen how cum soaked my garment and body was. Fox over here was ready to leave when the lights turned on. Finally, I got a good look at the guy that I had just shagged. Not bad looking, twinkish as expected but well enough for a good fuck. We looked at each other, I gave a loud purr and a wink and he left with his tail tucked in between his legs. Other patrons began to leave but I sat there like a waiting predator. The guys in front of me looked back and shook their heads, unable to believe what had happened right behind their backs.
Isaac turned up and sat right next to where the fox was. "Can't believe you had a fuck during a show,"
"Well, what can I say, I'm a horny feline," patted over my groin, "Can't say that you didn't like it."
"Yes, yes I do. Getting fucked by a hot hunk like you is a dream come true," his equine paw rubbed against my chest and picked at my nipples as he did so. "You still have cum around your abs."
"Eh, I'll go home and wash it off. Meanwhile, come over tonight to my place? I feel like having some horse."
"You are insatiable..." Isaac got up and stretched his sore muscles, "I'll bring Khan."
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