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ATHOR'S NOTE: "Locomotive Breath" is by Jethro Tull

Jeff Ruddock had been having the best week of his life. Since Monday, he had spent almost every waking hour with his new tiger boyfriend, Zack Nordin. The days that had spent together had been beyond anything the wolf could have hoped for. He really felt like he and Zack were meant to be together, that they were soul mates. The past four days had been spent enjoying their time together, and there had been no shortage of sex either.

It was now Friday morning. Blinking his eyes, Jeff adjusted his vision to the sunlight that was now beaming through the cracks in his window blinds. Opening his mouth, the sixteen year old wolf yawned as he stretched his arms to bring back life to them after hours of sleep. Turning over, he wrapped his arms around his still sleeping boyfriend. Licking the side of the tiger's face he felt the feline begin to stir, and soon Zack was opening his eyes, turning and looking up at Jeff.

"Morning, kitten," said Jeff with a warm smile, massaging the tiger's chest.

"Morning, cub," replied Zack, happy to see the loving face of his boyfriend looking down at him. Jeff gave the tiger's face several long, slow licks, making the striped feline purr as he soaked up the attention. Jeff hugged his boyfriend even tighter, always loving warmth of Zack's purring.

"Sucks we only have today, Saturday and Sunday, then back to school," said Zack.

"It does," agreed Jeff. "But then it's just two more months of school, then summer vacation."

"Mmmmm," groaned Zack at the mention of summer. "No school, swimming in your pool . . ."

"Sex with your boyfriend?" asked Jeff, grinning.

"Absolutely," said Zack. "Of course, we can do that right now if you want."

"Always," said Jeff. Like most boys his age, his hormones and sex drive were constantly raging, and having a muscular, handsome, naked male tiger lying next to him only exacerbated that condition. Throwing the covers off both of them, Jeff moved his paw down in between Zack's legs, stroking the tiger's erect cock. Lowering his muzzle to the hardened member, Jeff gave it a quick lick before having Zack lift his legs into the air. Getting on his knees, Jeff got in between the tiger's legs. Looking down, he stuck his paw into the tiger's tailhole and pulled it out. Examining his paw, he checked to make sure there was no brown on it, as could often be the case early in the morning. Seeing it was clean, he brought the paw to his nose and inhaled deeply. The smell of Zack's ass made the already horny wolf even more aroused and he decided there was no time like the present to mount his boyfriend.

In most situations, Jeff would have been sure to lubricate both his cock and the inside of Zack's ass. This would have been necessary had it not been for the fact that Jeff had taken the tiger so many times since they became a couple only four days ago, that Zack was good and loosened up. Exhaling deeply, the wolf sunk his cock into his boyfriend's waiting pucker. Jeff could feel his dick being vibrated from Zack's purrs; something he absolutely loved. He didn't waste much time in picking up his pace, but just as quickly he slowed down until he finally stopped entirely. With the wolf's cock still inside of him, Zack opened his eyes, seeing a confused look on Jeff's face.

"What's wrong?" asked the tiger.

"You hear that?" asked Jeff.

"No," said Zack, though he was well aware that canines typically had better hearing than felines.

"I hear a piano," said Jeff. "And it's getting louder."

A few more seconds passed and Zack finally heard what the wolf was talking about. "Hey, I hear it too."

Jeff pulled out of the tiger and started putting on clothes. By the time both of them were dressed, the sound of the piano was mixed with that of an electric guitar playing a solo; softly at first but the volume was steadily increasing into a crescendo. Jeff opened his bedroom door, only to be met with the blaring sound of guitar, bass, and drums playing a rock beat. Covering their ears at the deafening volume, the song entered the vocal part as they made their way down the stairs.

"In the shuffling madness Of the locomotive breath, Runs the all-time loser, Headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping -- Steam breaking on his brow -- Thank God, he stole the handle and The train won't stop going -- No way to slow down. He sees his children jumping off At the stations -- one by one. His woman and his best friend -- In bed and having fun. He's crawling down the corridor On his hands and knees -- Old Charlie stole the handle and The train won't stop going -- No way to slow down."

Jeff and Zack heard a flute solo as they were finally in the living room, seeing Jeremy and Lance sitting in front of the stereo. They were the ones responsible for this! Jeff directed his rage at his little brother.

"Turn that off!" screamed the wolf.

"No!" shouted back Jeremy. "I like this!"

Jeff was unable to pull his paws away from his ears, for fear of permanently losing his hearing. Zack took the plunge, uncovering his own ears as he dove for the stereo and hitting the STOP button. Finally Jeff was able to uncover his ears. He wasted no time in going over to his little brother, twisting his ear harshly.

"What's the big idea of trying to make everybody in the house deaf, you little shit?" he snarled.

"Ouch," whimpered Jeremy, trying in vain to break free of his brother's grasp. "Me and Lance were just havin' fun."

"Have fun at a lower decibel level, you rotten skunk," said Jeff as he finally let Jeremy go.

The little fox rubbed his injured ear. "You're no fun," he said pouting. "You and Zack sleep too much."

"You'll sleep more when your a teenager," said Zack, still annoyed at having had to uncover his ears, exposing him to the super loud music.

"If you live that long," said Jeff. "If you keep bothering me and Zack like that, I guarantee you won't."

"What were you playing anyway?" asked Zack, still hearing a slight ringing in his ears.

"Jethro Tull," answered Jeremy.

"Who?" asked a confused Zack.

"Jethro Tull," said Jeff. "My Dad has hundreds of CDs of all that old music. Jeremy loves it too. He's my Dad's little pal whenever he's playing it."

"It's good music," insisted Jeremy. "All the stuff you listen to is dumb."

"Whatever," said Jeff dismissively.

"Hey, I like it too!" said Lance.

"Of course you'd say that," said Jeff with a huff. "He's your boyfriend."

"That's not the reason why!" pouted Lance.

"Bullshit," said Jeff. "I don't believe that for a second."

"Why you gotta be so mean to him?" whined Jeremy.

"Ugh," groaned Jeff. "Look, look, I'm not trying to be mean to anybody. If you want to play music, go right ahead, but keep the volume down. If Dad comes home to find that you blew the speakers in his stereo, he's going to tan your hide, so just don't push it, alright?"

"Okay," said Jeremy.

"Now, both of you have to make this up to Zack and I," said Jeff.

"How?" asked Lance, wondering what the wolf had in store for him and Jeremy.

Jeff folded his arms, grinning smugly. "You gotta let us top you?"

"Really?" said Jeremy, thinking it a strange method of punishment.

"Yep," said Jeff confidently. "Zack and I were having sex when you started playing that music, and it was because of that that we stopped what we were doing, got dressed and came down here to see what was going on. So, you'd better get upstairs, get naked and get on your backs."

"First," said Zack, halting the cubs' journey up the stairs. "Make sure you're both clean down there, okay?"

Both Jeremy and Lance nodded their understanding and were off like a shot. Jeff looked over at his boyfriend. "Good thinking, Zack."

"Can never be too careful when it comes to getting shit on your cock," said the tiger with a sage-like wisdom. The tiger and wolf waited a few minutes, giving Jeremy and Lance time to prepare for their arrival. Ascending the steps, the two walked into Jeff's room and saw Jeremy and Lance had obeyed perfectly; both were naked and lying on their backs, assuring the older beasts that they had cleaned themselves. Satisfied with their obedience, Jeff and Zack removed all their clothing. Jeff looked over at his boyfriend.

"Which one do you want, Zack?"

"I'll take Lance," said the tiger "You can have your little brother."

That was music to Jeff's ears. In the whole time the four of them had been messing around together, and even the days before when Jeff was showing Jeremy the ways guys fooled around, he had had yet to take the little fox anally. Going over to the drawer of his nightstand, the wolf pulled out an unopened bottle of lube. Zack might have been good and loosened up for penetration, but the cubs were a different story. They were smaller, more fragile and Zack and Jeff were well endowed. Nor reason anyone had to get hurt doing this. After all, pleasure was the name of the game right now.

Taking the lube and spreading over their dicks, the two older males watched the younger cubs shiver as they applied the substance to their puckers. With everyone now lathered up where it counted, Zack and Jeff climbed onto the bed and spread their chosen cubs' legs apart for rear entry. Jeff, who was had almost entered his little brother, looked down at the little fox, seeing him smiling cheerfully, his bushy tail wagging excitedly. Clearly the young vulpine was wanting this from his big brother. Jeff smiled back at his little brother, though was also forced to hold the kit's tail still as he didn't feel like having his balls tickled by the wagging tail of Jeremy. With the tail now stayed, Jeff ever so delicately went about entering the little fox. Jeremy grunted as the large lupine rod was inserted into him, but still Jeff was careful not to overdo it. This was going to be more than just a sexually gratifying experience for the wolf, what he was doing to Jeremy would change his relationship with him for the rest of their lives. He took a good three minutes before he had shoved up to his hilt in Jeremy, and the feeling was nothing short of intense. He stretched out Zack enough over the past four days that the tiger was good and loose, but Jeremy was still tight as a lid on a pickle jar.

"You okay, little pal?" asked Jeff, feeling Jeremy's love tunnel squeezing at his dick.

"Yeah," said Jeremy in a strained voice. "Jeff?"

"What's up, kit?" asked the wolf.

"Fuck me, would you?" begged Jeremy.

Jeff smiled, happy to fulfill the fox's request.

The two felines were now busy going at it. Though Zack would readily describe himself as a bottom, he could at times be "versatile", especially when it came to mounting either Jeremy or Lance. The tiger was getting a feel for what it was like when he was fucked by Jeff, as Lance purred from being plowed by the striped cat. The tiger's rod was rubbing up against the little spotted one's prostate, sending wave after wave of pleasure throughout his body. Ever the polite, well-mannered teenager, Zack was kind enough to reach his paw down, jacking off the leopard. Zack was stunned when he watched Lance turn his head to the side, licking at Jeremy's face. No doubt the leopard was in love with his fox, and even though Zack was currently fucking the leopard, he couldn't help but find the display of affection cute.

Returning the favor, Jeremy licked back at his boyfriend's face. Jeff turned and looked at Zack, neither one said a word to each other, but the expressions on their faces were all that was needed; they both liked it that Jeremy and Lance were licking on each other, even when being plowed by two older males. For his part, Jeff had sped up his pace, seeing that no matter how hard he gave it to his ten year old vulpine brother, Jeremy just wanted it more and more. Jeff had done it a few times with Zack, which he had loved immensely, but he debated in his mind whether or not he should go ahead with it. Perhaps against his better judgment, and perhaps wanting to make both of them feel maximum pleasure, Jeff let his knot swell, tying with the fox kit. The affect made Jeremy pant heavily, sweat drenching his body. He wasn't the only one, Jeff let his tongue hang from his maw, slobbering all over the two of them. His panting increasing, his body sweating bullets, he howled as he sent his first load of the day spraying into the fox's rear. He wasn't sure, but it might have been his biggest cum dump ever. The tightness of Jeremy's butt, his cute red fur, bushy tail and black tipped ears . . . it had sent the wolf over the edge. He was so lost, he didn't even realize Jeremy's own cock wsa spraying cum everywhere. Still panting, Jeff lowered his muzzle onto the fox's muzzle, licking him gently.

"Love you, kit," said the wolf.

"I love you too, Jeff," said the fox.

The two brothers were so preoccupied with basking in the afterglow of their love-making, they didn't even notice that Zack had already climaxed into Lance and had left the room with the spotted cat to hit the showers. Jeff, still tied to his little brother, grinned at the little fox.

"I'm gonna miss all the fun we're having after today," said Jeff.

"Can't we do this again?" asked Jeremy.

"Not when Mom and Dad are around. They don't mind me having sex with Zack, and they probably know that you and Lance have been fooling around, but I'm pretty sure they wouldn't like it if they came up here right now and found us tied together like this."

"Aww," scoffed Jeremy. "They're no fun."

"Adults never really are," said Jeff. "You think Mom and Dad would ever go fuck other people like the four of us do?"

"No way!" said Jeremy, shaking his head.

Unknown to any of the four boys at the Ruddock house, that night, Bill and Lyndsy would be going over to the Nordin's house for round two of their little sex party. This time, the husbands were swapping their wives.