Spectre's birthday surprise
(The following is mostly a work of fiction intended as a gift. Spectre is used with permission. This is my first attempt at a male/male story)
The two were not genetically brothers, but they had come to be very close so the term was used as one of affection. One was a dog and the other was a shadow tiger, so they did not look very similar aside from the fact that both had black fur. Desert was taller and older, but Spectre was broader and more muscular so he was allowed to get away with calling the canine his little brother.
Today was in fact a big day, Spectre's birthday. It had been fun with good friends, nice gifts, a delicious cake and a few drinks. There was a happy afterglow of all the events that had occurred. Things were relaxed as the buzzed lasted a little longer. Desert sat on the couch, somewhere between consciousness and sleep. He watched Spectre head to the bathroom, then grinned as an idea came to him.
The shadow tiger turned the water on, letting it run a moment to get warm. He started to undress, removing the garments he had been wearing that day. His black fur gleamed brightly with the glossy sheen. His tail gave a small lashed as he slipped out of his pants, stepping in to the warmed shower. The feel of the water hitting him felt nice. He closed his eyes, taking in the feeling for a long moment.
The mutt pushed the door open, hoping it would not give him away by squeaking. Luckily it was fully quiet. The canine started padding into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him as he starts undressing himself. He was not the quietest of creatures, but the water helped to cover the sounds. Once fully undressed, he slipped into the shower behind his target.
The large feline's deep thrumming continued as the warmth soaked into his body. His eyes shot open and he jumped slightly as he felt someone grip the long tail by the base. A low moan escaped as the length was stroked, another paw pressing against the small of the back then sliding down over the cheek of the rump and across the back of the thigh. He looked over his shoulder, seeing a smiling canine looking back at him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his voice a low growl of pleasure.
"Oh nothing much," Desert replied with a smile, "Just giving my brother one last thing." He slide a paw over the cheek and across the hip, stopping as he pressed the paw pad against the tiger's sheath. The other paw shifted, pressing the middle finger pad against the puckered tail hole. The canine paw on the sheath gripped and stroked, rubbing to stimulate the flesh underneath. The other encircled and pushed, teasing the backside and preparing it.
A small moan of pleasure escaped the black furred tiger. His hips rocked up to grind the swelling sheath into the paw as the length started to emerge from the ebony cover. He also tried to push backwards, pushing the digit against the opening of his rear more. His skilled tail moved back, wrapping around the canine behind him and holding loosely, the tip rubbing against the sides of the ribs.
A happy murr escaped the canine as he got an excited reaction. He leans forward, nibbling at the black furred scruff. He slid a paw up along the sheath, gripping where the shaft started to emerge, and rub the thumb against the head. The dog's hips pressed forward, his own sheath teasing against the thick soft fur as it swelled also. His other paw pushed forward more, finally parting the pucker as the finger sinks in to the tight ring to the first joint.
Spectre moaned out. He pushed his shaft against the paw, his backside twitching to pull at the finger. One paw reached up to the back of the dog's head, scratching around the ears. The other moved, grabbing the hardening sheath and starts to stroke some. He shivered in pleasure as the grip on the feline length started to move, mirroring the action of his own grip.
Desert closed his eyes, letting out a moan of his own now. He pressed his muzzle into the back of the tiger's scruff and bit down on it firmly, growling in pleasure. He tightened the grip on the feline shaft, stroking to rub the barbs with the pad. He pushes the finger forward more, sinking into the tight rear to the knuckle, and shifting around inside.
The shadow tiger let out a long growl of pleasure, his fangs bared as he felt a small pain and large amount of pleasure. His shaft twitched, letting out a spurt of pre-cum in excitement that was rapidly building to full hardness. He tilted to nip at the canine, his own paws gripping the hardening length and squeezing, rubbing along the length. He pushed back, grinding against the paw and feeling the exploring digit inside him.
A growl escaped the canine throat. He pushed forward hard, sinking the finger in as deep as he could and grinding against the soft ass. He slid along the captured length from base to tip and back. The finger finally pulled out of the tail hole, gripping the tail just above it and holding. He pushed forward more, pressing his shaft against the cheeks, then sliding along the crack.
The deep growl of excitement was matched by the tiger, bracing himself some as he prepared for what was about to happen. He pressed one arm out against the shower wall as the other reached back, scratching gently at the male now behind him. His eyes closed as he felt the length along the crack of his cheeks, preparing for the next step. The feline tail lashed excitedly, then wrapped around to press against the back, trying to hold him close.
The head of the mutt's shaft shifted, pressing against the tight ring a moment. He started pushing his hips force, letting out a faint moan as he started parting the ring open, letting the length press up into the warm tight backside.
Spectre let out a snarl, turning into a groan of pleasure. His body twitched slightly as he shuddered in pleasure and small pain of being penetrated. The passage tightened, gripping the invading member and squeezing on it. He pushed his hips back, trying to take more into his body as his own member swelled and twitched, the head leaking more pre-cum in excitement and the urge to be played with already building up inside. One paw gripped into the wall, threatening to leave furrows in the tile. The other gripped at the form behind him, feeling the wet fur and lean form. The tail tried to grab tighter, holding the other male closer to the broad tiger body.
Desert's paws gripped the hips, holding them as he pushed forward. He let out a long breath, blowing out against the wet neck fur in front of him. His own body tensed as he slid in, tail straight and eyes closed. He held on firmly, sinking in until the bulge of the knot pressed against the cheeks. He nipped the scruff, pressing his chest into the back and holding still a moment to get used to the feeling.
The feline felt the length buried inside him and the knot pressing against his backside. He pressed back a little more, starting to shift, feeling the flesh move around inside him, then tensed to grip it firmly. The very tip of his tail flicked about, his own length swollen and aching.
There was a moan from the two as they moved, pulling apart some. The mutt pulled back, sliding himself out of the feline form until only the tip remain within the ring The feline squeezed some, not wanting it to pull out yet. The tiger tail lashed more as the dog's teeth took a firm grip of the scruff, letting out a low growl. Spectre thrusts back as Desert shoved forward, hips slapping against rear as the length sank in to the rear until being stopped by the bulge at the base.
The hips rocked, grinding against the soft flesh pressing against it. The black and silver tiger's own length twitched, spurting out a string of pre that was rinsed away before reaching anything. The two gripped at each other more as they started to pull their bodies away, separating once more just to thrust and meet again, creating a slap from the water, their wet fur, and flesh. Their bodies pressed hard, feeling the other against them a moment as they started to set a pace for themselves.
Desert moved his paws, letting himself grip onto the tiger more. He kept a grip on the loose skin of the neck. His hips pulled back, sliding his length out to the tip then pushing forward. His hips pressed against the cheeks as he sank back in. The knot pressed between the cheeks then pushed, rubbing against the ring but not pushing past it. The tight warmth around his shaft and feel of fur and flesh around his bulge built him up rapidly toward an end.
Spectre purred loudly in pleasure, his entire body seeming to vibrate excitedly. He pressed his head back, rubbing against the dog's muzzle. The body gripped as he rocked, moving counter to the thrusting. A small gasp escaped one of the times the knot pressed against him, the shaft unleashing another spurt of pre. The tiger's cock was swollen and throbbing almost painfully. He was so close to his climax, teeming on the edge with just the smallest amount needed to send him over the edge.
The time had come for them. Desert reached around with his paw, gripping Spectre's shaft and squeezing. He pumped the shaft hard as he thrusts forward, pressing his own length as deep into the tail hole as he could. The canine snarled, almost howling, and the tiger let out a roar as they hit their orgasms. The mutt pushed forward, pressing the knot against the ring without sinking into it as it inflated to full size, pressing against the crack of the cheeks. The rest of the shaft swelled and twitches, spurting the thick shots of canine cum into the feline bowels. The tiger's barbs dug into the flesh of the hand pumping as the length twitched. Long thick ropes of cum spurted from the tip onto the wall, some shooting more powerfully as his prostate was pressed against more, then getting rinsed down the shower into the drain.
The two pressed against each other, panting heavily as they waited for their orgasms to subside. The paw on Spectre's shaft eased off, small bits of the tiger's semen sticking to the fur. The pair shifted, rubbing their cheeks together as the last drops escaped them both. The shadow tiger purred once more in the afterglow of the moment. Neither moved until the shafts started to soften fully, one slipping free of the other.
"Happy birthday," Desert said softly, his voice murring. He hugs the tiger tight, giving a kiss on the top of his head.
"Thank you Brother," Spectre said back, his throat and chest still rumbling slightly with a purr of after glow. He turns around, hugging the dog back and giving a kiss on the lips. The two smiled a moment then finally separated, washing up to clean themselves up after their fun.