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Another drop landed in the shallow depression of Nathan's belly, prompting his eyes to flutter open. Eyes green as summer meadows looked up to see white clouds against a blue sky. The forecast hadn't called for rain, at least as far as the bobcat had heard. His eyes slid closed again as his mouth opened wide, little fangs bared in a long, lazy yawn. He stretched his limbs, muscles pulling tight until the whole of him fell limp. Another fat drop hit the dead center of his navel.

The young feline relished such relaxation to the fullest. Even under starry skies with a full day behind him, the desire to sleep usually didn't tug at his eyelids as tenaciously as it did that afternoon. His world was warmth and serenity. Unspoiled paradise, perhaps, had it not been for the strange form of Chinese water torture. Every few seconds, another heavy drop made an audible pap as it landed on the wet patch of fur covering his stomach.

Nathan stretched again as he recalled lying in bed that morning after he'd been forcibly pulled from slumber to silence the screeching beast of an alarm clock. How long the shrill beeps had blared before they'd succeeded in waking him up, he didn't know. He only remembered greeting the day with an annoyed groan, having been torn from the middle of a wonderful dream. Once his eyes had adjusted to the morning light streaming into his room through slits in the curtains, he looked down to see his cock tenting the sheets obscenely. A lone mountain peak rising high above the plains of his comforter. He signed.

Dreams of sex were not the least bit unusual for the young bobcat, especially with the blitzkrieg of arousing thoughts fired into his brain by the recent invasion of pubescent hormones. Even so, the things his mind had conjured the night before were something else.

His dream began as he walked across the polished floor of his school's gymnasium, everything around him covered by a blanket of fog. A featureless figure emerged from the shroud--an adult, he could tell, but one whose proportions he didn't recognize. The figure existed as if behind a veil, the body blurred and indistinct save for the outline of a torso and limbs. The only part of the man that registered clearly for Nathan's eyes was his erect cock. The huge organ throbbed inches in front of his face as the cub knelt before it, so close and so vividly clear he could see a pearl of precum expand across the crown before it broke into a stream that traced the underside of the thick, veiny shaft. Nathan felt the heat of arousal against face and sniffed the piquant aroma of male musk. The figure said nothing, but Nathan had no doubt as to what he was expected to do. He parted his lips around the plum-sized head as it slid over his tongue, the lengthy girth behind it stretching his jaw further apart. When the tip prodded the back of his throat, his eyes watered as he fought the urge to gag. He loved the challenge of servicing a cock so imposingly massive, the first two-thirds of it stuffing his muzzle so full that saliva squelched out the corners of his mouth during each thrust.

Before long, Nathan managed to relax his throat enough that the anonymous male could buck the entirety of his cock into the boy's eager mouth. Nathan's eyes rolled back in his head as a hefty pair of balls repeatedly slapped against his chin and neck, the furry sack gradually soaking up the moisture of his drooling spittle. The ground began to vibrate as a loud, rumbling moan echoed down from somewhere high above him. A second later, the cock in Nathan's mouth jerked hard as it poured out a torrent of salty, sticky seed. He chugged as much of the gooey load as he could, nearly half of it overflowing to spill down his front.

Just as the spent dick pulled out of his mouth, Nathan noticed another figure stepping into view from the surrounding mist. He panted as he eyed the new prick being offered, rigid and pulsing as it awaited his attention. Not wanting to show any favoritism, he set to work on a second messy blowjob, obediently sucking and slurping the hot hard-on before allowing its owner to fuck his face to orgasm. It took only a moment after he'd swallowed a second helping of fresh spooge for another cock to appear close by, ready to take the place of the one oozing the last of its load over the back of his tongue.

After that, they began to arrive several at a time. Dozens of cocks attached to an army of faceless males surrounded him. Nathan's hands and lips lovingly serviced every hard hunk of meat he was offered: fat cocks and skinny cocks, plump lil' peckers and monstrous pork poles that made his cheeks balloon like a chipmunk's; cocks with wide, flared ends and tapered tips, with and without bulging knots at their bases; cocks wrapped in foreskin and naked rods of tight, ruddy flesh that glistened in the low light; curved, straight, long, stubby shafts all dribbling liquid desire above balls bloated with cream just waiting to squirt between a set of thirsty lips.

The number of edging males grew faster than he could take them. For every load that slid down his esophagus, two more exploded over his face or his chest. Cum shot at him from every direction. Globs of the mess seeped into his fur until he was soaked through to the skin. He tried to stand and stumbled backward, drunk on the pungent smell of semen. Every inch of his coat was slicked down with the viscous substance. His ears flicked dripping globules onto the floor while strings hung crisscrossing between his whiskers like spider webs. As still more hot jizm sprayed over him, a sharp cry rang out in the distance, becoming louder and louder until it shattered the very air like glass.

Nathan found himself back in his bed, moist with sweat. His hand blindly slapped against the nightstand until it hit the snooze button. As he returned to consciousness, everything inside his lurid dream world disintegrated. The only thing he got to keep was his own achingly stiff cock that pleaded for release. He stroked the shaft through his pajama bottoms, mentally weighing the pros and cons of rubbing one out right there. He briefly considered going for it until a series of urgent knocks caused his heart to skip a beat.

"Nathan! It's time to get up!" his mother's voice called through the door. "Hurry up honey, or you'll miss the bus!"

He sat up in bed and groggily yelled back, "I'm coming!" Had he been in a better mood, the irony might've made him crack a smile.

The school day that followed progressed at a torturously sluggish pace. Every task seemed to take longer than usual, and everyone seemed to have adopted a newfound love of speaking gibberish. Nathan heard every word his teachers and classmates said to him, but none of it truly registered, the information drifting in through one ear and exiting out the other. His mind was too preoccupied playing tug-of-war with itself. Half of his brain refused to let go of so much as a single sordid detail of his dream, while the other half fought to block it out to prevent an embarrassing bulge from forming in the front of his jeans. Twice he slipped into the boys' room with the intention of beating off, and twice he found the stalls full with a line of cubs behind him, all of them eager for a different kind of relief and none with the social graces to wait patiently while he released the load turning his balls blue.

Nathan hoped math class would be his salvation, the formulas and equations packing his head too full to allow room for anything else. As it turned out, even algebra proved no match for his lewd fantasies. Visualized numbers jumbled together into tangled thickets from which dicks appeared one after another to throb enticingly and spill their sweet, buttery sauce. He imagined sucking the head of an especially juicy pumper when he heard his name called in what was obviously not the first attempt to get his attention. His teacher, Mr. Chaklan, stared back at him impatiently, presumably waiting for a solution to the problem written on the chalkboard. Nathan spat out the first number that popped into his head. "S-Sixty-nine!"

Laughter erupted from every other chair in the room. Mr. Chaklan rolled his eyes and opted not to acknowledge what he assumed was classroom clowning, instead calling on another student. Nathan melted into his seat.

By lunchtime, the pent-up feline had resolved to keep his lusty thoughts confined to the back of his mind as he focused on powering through to the end of the day. Despite everything, he still felt lucky. Because it was Thursday, his mother would be at her part-time job when he returned home from school. He'd have the house to himself until his parents got back shortly after five. A giddy grin appeared on Nathan's face as he imagined having two full hours to masturbate to his heart's content. Promptly, he shook the idea out of his head and scarfed down his sandwich before his boner could grow any larger.

Practicing meditation techniques he'd seen on a morning yoga show helped the bobcat survive until the final bell rang and he boarded the bus that would take him home. The gorgeous scenery of sprawling fields and flowering trees that passed outside Nathan's window went largely unnoticed as he counted the remaining miles until his stop, then the remaining blocks, then the remaining feet. When the bus came to a halt, he burst out the doors onto the sunbaked sidewalk and sprinted toward home. Two of his classmates watched the boy disappear around a corner further down the street. "He must hafta piss somethin' fierce," one of them guessed.

At home, Nathan's fingers struggled to fit a key into the lock as his hands shook with excitement. A victorious cry of "Finally!" proceeded his entrance once the front door clicked open. His boner led the way as he made a beeline for his room, unzipping his pants as he ran. They hit his bedroom floor as a clump of denim with one leg turned inside-out, followed soon after by socks, a t-shirt, and a pair of briefs with a soaked crotch. The feeling of his erection standing free in the open air was exquisite.

Nathan scampered up the ladder to the top bunk above the one where he slept, not caring if he made a mess of the extra bed. The mattress springs squeaked as they bounced his nude butt on impact. His cock twitched in his grip and drooled a stream of pre over his furry knuckles. A feather swiped across his glands could've gotten him off soon enough, but he was in no state of mind to take things gently. His hot little hand beat the length of his shaft in a blur while his hips wildly bucked the air. The room filled with a chorus of needy moans and the wet noises of slick dick flesh fucking a tight fist. Enraptured cries rose progressively higher in pitch. "Oh yeah! Yeah! Fuck!"

Nearly at his peak, Nathan flipped back on the bed and lay with his legs spread wide, one footpaw dangling over the frame's edge. His left hand grabbed his tight sack, squeezing the painfully swollen ovals inside. He shut his eyes and saw the vision of his dream cocks--a squad of rock-hard rods all firing their loads in a 21-cum-gun salute. As the ropes of warm milk splashed over him, his last bounds of restraint came crumbling down.

The boy's hips jerked uncontrollably as his cock fired blast after blast of its runny load into the air. Teeth grit, Nathan kept pumping as he emptied every last sperm from his nuts. His body switched over to autopilot, helplessly masturbating long after he finally stopped spurting, the waves of orgasmic pleasure only subsiding once he was well past the point of exhaustion.

Some time later, Nathan slowly returned to reality. A drop of liquid landed on his chest just below his right nipple. His eyes opened to behold white clouds against a pale blue sky. The cub blinked, his surroundings still obscured by the haze of bliss that had lulled him to sleep. The clock on his wall revealed it was half past four.

Another drop fell onto Nathan's abdomen. He stared up at the fading white splatter of his cum clinging to the blue ceiling of his room. As his spunk cooled, it dripped onto him in fat, watery droplets. One particularly large gob of the milky rain landed on the head of his wilted cock, the sensation making him shiver. A long sigh drew the humid, lust-scented air of the room into his nose. Outside the window, a breeze stirred backyard wind chimes, their crystalline melody playing a gentle lullaby.

Nathan knew he'd have to hurry to clean up his mess before his parents got home. "Just five more minutes," he promised himself. He snuggled against the wrinkled comforter. Such pure satisfaction was a rare treat--one he intended to savor until the last possible second.