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Down Memory Lane Hoping I was hidden well enough from anyone entering or leaving the ten-acre property, I looked through the pine trees, my attention riveted on the house. It was still the same red, misshapen monster forged by a bad architect's drunken dare. Closing my eyes, I traversed the beast's innards, remembering all of the rooms from how they'd appeared...

Christ, had it really been fifteen years?

As I wondered what had happened to all of the toys and books I'd abandoned - the collection of magic tricks I'd accrued in my grandfather's brown suitcase sprung to mind - I continued my mental tour. The cubbyhole in what had been the dining room early in my days as a young husky, that swapped places with the living room during the years of The Great Renovation. There must have been another big renovation since then, to cater for the needs of the newer occupants that had replaced those of us who'd left.

"Lost or something?"

Thankfully, I didn't shriek when the voice broke into my thoughts, but I did jolt in surprise, gasping and turning. For the briefest of moments, I wonder if I'd been trapped in the past: the oddly boxy-looking blue car in front of me seemed like it had driven out of the same period I'd been reflecting on. The driver - a black-singlet-clad, slender panther of about my age - examined me curiously as I stared back dumbly, seconds passing like cold molasses as he caught me in his remarkably dazzling green eyes.

"Nah, just having a walk," I barked out, finally managing to loosen my tongue. It wasn't exactly a lie, and being dressed in sneakers, sweatpants and a t-shirt was certainly convincing evidence supporting my case. It might have been a little too warm for the sweatpants - my musky crotch seemed to think so, at least - but the extra protection for my legs was always nice.

The panther's eyes narrowed as he looked at me; for a moment, he seemed to want to make an entirely different statement than the one that eventually came out of his mouth. "Not really a great place to walk," he noted.

I could understand his caution, especially since I was standing on his driveway. Thankfully, even I had had enough social experience to quickly figure out what he'd actually said, responding, "Yeah, I know, but I used to live around here."

"No shit!" the panther exclaimed. I could almost visibly see the light-bulb switching on in his head as his already-shiny eyes sparkled anew. "Thought you looked a bit familiar; you must be H-"

"Yeah," I cut in quickly, "but I'd rather he not know I was here, so I was just taking a look. Sorry for getting in your way." I hoped he'd take the hint and nod and drive home.

Unfortunately, he wasn't that type of guy. "Sam, right?" he probed, tilting his head back slightly, his lips parting to show off his creamy fangs. I nodded, and he continued, "You don't remember me?"

Should I have? I felt my stomach leave me as I tried to search my brain, fumbling about for something to say other than the awkward "um" that threatened to if I didn't arrive at a better answer.

"Viv Eaton?" the panther offered, raising an eyebrow.

You'd have thought I'd remember a guy with the name Viv, but my mind was totally blanking on him. Shrugging apologetically, I replied, "Sorry, it's probably been twenty years, and I don't really have that great a memory." There was also the fact I'd barely been a local. I was more curious how he remembered my name.

Despite that, he offered me his paw, stretching across the car. I grasped it, not wanting to be any ruder than I probably had been as the ants of discomfort crept through my fur. "No worries," he offered, "kinda hoped you'd recognise me from one of my videos. Kind of helps that you look a bit like your dad."

"Wow," I thought, "you really stumbled in that minefield, didn't you?"

Barrelling through his faux-pas, he offered, his tongue lolling out for emphasis as he rested his wrist on the far window. "You want to come in for a drink? It's fucking hot out there."

"I don't drink," I stated.

"Don't drink, huh? No wonder you're panting!" Viv chuckled. "Come on, hop in," he offered, pushing the passenger-side door open, "can't let you die of heatstroke. Have to give your dad a ring in that case..."

Fuck. The bastard had me over a barrel. At least, I thought, if I took him up on his offer, I could keep him from giving my father a ring. "Alright," I answered uncomfortably, letting the alarm bells in my head go off unheeded as I slipped into the stranger's car. Technically, he wasn't a stranger in a sense, though that probably made it worse. "Please," I mentally begged, "be a serial killer." Being chopped up and dumped in a field seemed like the best outcome.

The car's interior, while not new, had definitely been renovated. No mouldy foam barely being held together by ratty, shaded-brown car-seat covers bleached by the sun. Easing his foot off the brake pedal, Viv let the car roll forward, giving me a side-eye, inching up the volume on the radio. Despite feeling uncomfortable, I allowed myself a small smile: the radio ads hadn't really changed much.

I gave Viv a quick glance, trying to place him. I didn't really remember most of the kids around at that time, but that wasn't too surprising. I only went to the local school for one year, and I didn't really have any time to hang out when school was on, let alone the natural inclination to hang out with other people.

Viv seemed to feel my eyes on him, and turned to look at me. "So Sam," he asked, "what brings you back here? Obviously not family, so..."

"Nostalgia," I mumbled, staring out the front window. As we crawled down the driveway, I kept expecting to see a bleached cattle skull leering out of a fence, a precipitous drop right after that I - or my sister - had managed to go over on the quad bike once. Being in this car didn't really offer any resistance to reminiscing about events from decades ago.

Viv's farm seemed pretty scraggly, at least the parts that I could see from the car. As we got closer to the house, though, it became pretty apparent the gardens were shockingly well-maintained. It definitely took hard work to look that way - and I was always appreciative of effort - and not a lot of guys our age were into gardening. Then I wanted to slap my head: it was probably his parents, or his wife or girlfriend or something who'd done it. "Not everyone's like you," I reminded myself.

"Nice place," I offered, feeling surprisingly jealous. I'd missed this: the remoteness, being surrounded by green tranquility - well, relatively - and having breathing air. For some reason, I always judged places on whether you could piss outside without being disturbed, and this was definitely one of those places. "In some alternate dimension," I realised, "I'd be Viv's next-door neighbour."

"Here we are!" Viv exclaimed, pulling the car to a stop. Quickly dismissing my thoughts, I pushed open the car door, folding my arms in front of me as I waited. Viv followed, stretching his lithe body.

I don't remember coming next door, but even if I had, I certainly didn't remember the house now. Not having uneven terrain to work with, this house seemed more typical of what you'd expect around the country: one storey, wooden, the shell coming out of another time, the almost anachronistic appliances visible through the window. I'd seen plenty like this as I stared out of the window of the bus driving me to what had, once upon a time, been home. "Not going to lock your car?" I asked as the panther whistled, twirling his keys around on one claw.

"If anyone wants to steal this old thing," Viv claimed, "they're welcome to it." I wasn't sure that was quite the right attitude to take, but it was his car it was risking, and it wasn't like I was going to get trapped here.

Viv sauntered towards the front door, tail twitching out of the back of a pair of white sports shorts that I thought only got made in school-boy sizes, his bare feet crunching across the gravel. Bounding up the small step onto the small wooden patio, he glanced into the kitchen window, catching the keys in his hand, and swore. "Fuck, is water okay? I don't have any juice or anything."

"Water's fine," I assured him, watching him fiddle the key into the lock. I was a little surprised he bothered locking up, given how lax he was over his car's security, but he might have had more valuable stuff inside. "I guess I'm going to find out," I thought as I followed him inside.

The neatness of the garden flowed into the house: it was sparsely and cheaply furnished, but it was kept tidy, and Viv and any other inhabitants or regular visitors made good use of some artistic skills to personalise things. A lot of things were hand-made, or were mass-produced with an added flourish: the rug I stood on while taking off my sneakers; a cheap, flimsy wardrobe that had had its panels sanded down and painted over; cross-stitched plaques hanging from hooks on the back of the door.

"So," Viv asked, claws clacking against the floor tiles as he stood by the sink half-filled with dishes, "what do you do, other than go on country walks?"

"Nothing right now," I explained, feeling iron bars tightening around my chest. "I'm, uh, on a sabbatical."

Viv's green eyes widened at that, as he handed me the water, guiding me down the hallway to the lounge. Again, everything in here seemed to have been given a personal touch: Viv or someone else had a lot of free time on their hands. The only things that didn't seem to be customised obviously was the electronics: the TV was installed in the old fireplace, wires running between it and a computer that whirred noisily under the hot weather. At a quick glance, it looked like Viv was doing some video work. "You make videos?" I asked.

"Yeah," Viv grinned. "I've really gotten into it in a big way, got on board the big internet critic junket a few years ago. Now I do quite a bit of behind-the-camera stuff when I can."

I nodded; I didn't really have a lot of free time in my old profession, but I recognised the type of software, and it was something to talk about. Viv probably wasn't going to murder me - "More's the pity," I thought self-deprecatingly - or at least was going to cool off with a beer. He patted the sofa, and I padded over to join him on the couch.

"Have you seen any of my stuff?" he asked.

"Probably not," I admitted, lapping up the water.

The conversation continued, slow and stilted. I mentioned I'd just come back from overseas, which seemed to interest him as he'd never left the country. When things got uncomfortable, I steered the question away to safer topics. From what I gathered, he - at least currently - lived by himself, making videos to support himself. He'd been the one to do all of the artistic things littered around his house. He talked about the handful of local indie films he'd worked on.

When Viv got up to get us new drinks, I asked for the bathroom: not so much because I needed to go, but because I just wanted a few minutes to collect my thoughts. Following his directions, I found my way to the bathroom; like most of the rest of the house, it was clean and sparse, though with far less of the personal touch than the living room or corridor had.

There was something else too: my work-honed senses of observation perked up as I found my eyes slowly scanning the room. As quietly as possible, I pushed open the shower curtain, having noticed a dark shape partially occluded by the warped glass. "It's either a soap dish," I thought, "or..."

It turned out it was the latter: a large, black dildo jutting out of the wall. Definitely one of the more fanciful ones I'd seen in terms of style. I felt a satisfied grin settle across my muzzle as I returned the shower door to the closed position. Then the edges shrank down; there was still something else odd about the bathroom, something about the layout that was triggering memories I couldn't quite grasp on to. Washing off my hands, I left the bathroom.

On my return trip to the living room, I had a quick look at the floor; a long extension cord snaked its way along the wall from the living room into another room, possibly the bedroom, that was just opposite the bathroom. My paw raised, about to nudge open the door slightly, when I felt Viv poke his head out into the hall. "There you are!" he exclaimed. "Thought maybe you'd fucked off while my back was turned."

Given what I'd just seen in the bathroom, it was a terrible choice of words: immediately, my mind constructed images of him backing up, tail raised, sliding the dildo into his ass. I started to feel a stirring in my groin, so I quickly bit the corner of my lip as a distraction. "No," I explained, "I just kind of zoned out, I guess. Feels a bit weird to be back here."

Viv nodded; I guessed it was out of politeness more than any actual understanding. "No worries," he replied. Then he suggested, "You want to go sit out the back? It might be nicer outside."

"Alright," I agreed. It was a nice day, maybe a little too hot, but there'd been a nice breeze earlier, and if there was enough shade where Viv was taking me, it might have been a nicer spot than the living room. The computer's fan had been working overtime, and the sound was getting a little annoying.

With a fresh glass of water in hand, I followed Viv. My eyes betrayed me, lingering on his lanky, toned body as he guided me out what I guessed was the back door. I panted heavily, possibly a little louder than I'd meant to. It had been quite some time since I'd even touched myself, which I guess explained the subtle quivering in my boxers. Of all of the feeling's I'd expected to have coming her, even slight arousal wasn't one of them.

Fortunately, Viv had a surprising back garden, giving something new to give my attention to. I whistled at the large pool that had been carved out of what looked like a tennis-court-sized lawn Hemmed in by a wooden fence. Leaves floated over the surface, while other bits of fallen foliage collected in the corners of the fence, but other than those small flaws, the area was impressively clean.

"You swim?" Viv asked, settling into a white, plastic deck chair.

"Of course," I replied.

The conversation resumed, going in the direction of more physical activities. Viv liked to swim - no wonder he was in such great shape, I thought - as well as surf and hike. It was one of the reasons why he still lived out here when most of his friends lived further afield. I enjoyed swimming too; loved it, in fact, but once again I'd been hampered by a lack of time and access.

"Obviously," I pointed out, "I'm not afraid of a bit of a walk, either."

"Where did you come from, anyway?" Viv enquired. "I mean, did you park your car somewhere, or..."

Pointing vaguely in the right direction, I answered, "I'm staying in that little motel on the opposite side of the motorway. The one on the corner of the main road and that little road that heads down to that little lake?"

"Oh, yeah," Viv nodded, "Gillian's a nice lady."

Gillian ran the motel; that and kept horses. I'd gone once with a class, where I'd learned riding horses was fun, but not for me. Thinking about horses triggered old memories from my anatomy classes: the lessons about reproduction, and how you could just feel the snickers being kept concealed by the late teens to early twenties crowd. Remembered the flared-tipped end of the dildo in the bathroom, I joked mentally, "I guess Viv enjoys 'riding' horses."

Thinking about it made me look at him, sprawled over the plastic, reclining seat, hands cupped behind his head, showing off where his toned arm and chest muscles intersected around his armpit, slightly thicker tufts of black fur puffing out. I wondered why he chose to wear a singlet that blended in quite a bit with his natural fur, but then again maybe he just wanted people to give him a second look, wondering if he was walking around shirtless.

My eyes lingered on Viv a bit too long, and he noticed. Twisting his head around, he asked, "What?"

Deciding to get a little playful revenge on the guy who'd messed up my daily plans, I shrugged slightly. "Oh, nothing," I replied, squirming on my seat until I was as laid-back and relaxed as possible, before clarifying, "I was just wondering how long you knew you were gay, that's all." I waited, ready to bask in making Viv feel awkward.

Aggravatingly, he didn't take the bait. Either that, or he was just used to being asked that question, "Probably back in intermediary school, started feeling funny when looking at the hot guys in the surfing magazines I was into. Just kept getting worse. You?" I sat up, turning to look. "Hey, I know when a guy's checking me out!" he exclaimed, grinning cockily, as though flashing the full length of his fangs proved he was right.

"Fuck," I thought, "god damn it." I grunted, growling slightly as I let the words roll around in my throat. "Much later, it probably got delayed by my super-hardcode Christian teenage phase, though the signs were there," I answered, staring at the water in the pool lapping at the tiled edges. A pleasant breeze had picked up, causing the nearby tree branches to groan slightly, leaves rustling.

"Got anyone serious?" Viv inquired.

"N-," I started to reply, the words catching in my throat. I swallowed, forcing myself to answer, "not any more. Before you ask, he... he died."

That, at least, made Viv quiet; I didn't want to get into too much detail, and thankfully he took the hint. We sat frozen on the hot summer's day, the rustling of the trees the only thing that let us know time was passing. I'm not sure how long we sat like that.

Not too surprisingly, Viv was the one to move first; standing up, he pulled off his singlet, his body twisting smoothly as he bared his chest. His toned chest, the curves of the muscles just visible under his black fur. Tossing his singlet onto his vacated chair, Viv reached down, thumbs sliding between his waist and the band of his white shorts.

"Uh, what are you doing?" I asked. Viv didn't stop, yanking off his pants. The action was a little less graceful than when he removed his singlet, though that was probably because his tail wast threaded through the hole. Out spilled his cock, semi-hard; the purple head slightly starting to peek out of the thick, dark skin enclosing it. His huge testicles bounced for a few seconds, his sack swaying, keeping my eyes drawn towards his crotch until he'd freed himself from his shorts.

"Going for a swim," Viv claimed. Giving me a wink, he replied, "I'd have kept my pants on if I thought you wouldn't like the view."

"Close your mouth, idiot," I thought, forcing my muzzle shut, surreptitiously wiping the drool from my lips. Viv was hot, I'd give him that; my cock was certainly feeling appreciative of the rather erotic turn this encounter had taken. However, I wasn't about to do something I might come to regret, and it wasn't like this pocket of the world wasn't already overflowing with a potent mix of memories. I never thought I'd be the type for a one-night stand, and I certainly didn't have plans to stay around here. "Okay, have fun," I replied, getting to my feet. I hoped the sweatpants were hiding the bulge of my erection, but I really didn't care; Viv knew what effect he wanted to get out of me. "It was nice meeting you."

Finally, I managed to surprise the panther: it was almost - almost - worth it just to see his whiskers curl down in surprise. Viv looked almost angry as he asked incredulously, "You're leaving?"

"I think it'd be for the best," I answered. "I don't think I'd be able to control myself if I stayed."

Viv's lips curled up as he replied, "Yeah, that's kind of the point of me getting naked." He stepped closer; his scent flowed up into my nose. Christ, he even smelled great.

"I'm not saying I wouldn't," I tried to explain, "under the right circumstances. Maybe if we knew each other better, may-"

Viv didn't let me finish; he practically pounced on me. I didn't understand why: I never pegged myself as particularly desirable, especially since I'd been horribly fat during my teenage years when ones self-image seems to get firmed up, and even though I wore my weight better now, the idea of anyone being attracted to me felt hollow.

His lips closed around mine, shutting me up and turning my mind off. Although it was functionally the same as kisses I'd had before, it felt - tasted - different. I hesitated for a bit, feeling the tip of the feline tongue press against my closed lips; then Viv slid his hand down into my sweatpants, and finally my swollen balls, aching from months of relative inattention, stole control over my body. I opened my mouth, grabbing onto the panther's firm ass, digging my claws in as our tongues met.

"Well," I thought vaguely, barely able to hear my head over the heavy pounding of my heart, "if this is going to happen, let's just show him why curiosity killed the cat." Grabbing tightly on to Viv with one arm, I pulled us down onto the deckchair as I moved the other up from his ass to the back of his head, pulling him in closer to lock our jaws together. I heard the plastic creaking under our combined weight, and decided to ignore it.

Our jaws rocked together as my tongue thrust up into his muzzle, battling with his tongue. His cock throbbed up against my body; I felt it throbbing through my shirt fabric as he lay on top of me. I'm not sure if it was him dripping, or me, but someone's pre-cum was filtering up to my nostrils. My cock, fully erect, jutted through the silky fabric of my boxers, the tip slamming into the crotch of my sweatpants as the weight of Viv's legs stretched the fabric, pinning it to my side.

The panther's hands had been working their way under my shirt. Normally - even before, with my boyfriend - I'd have been apprehensive about him touching my slightly-overweight stomach, but a needy cock overrode even the most shameful of quirks when it needed satisfying. Mine did, badly. The rough, padded tips of his fingers rubbed up against my nipples - another part of my body that was standing to attention - and I pulled away from our kiss, grabbing hold of the fabric of my T-shirt. Grunting and snarling with effort, I tensed up the muscles in my arm, tearing through the fabric as my bestial need drove me to taking the fastest route to get naked.

Viv seemed quite excited, probably a little taken aback as I switched from tepidly cool to red hot in just a few minutes. But I wasn't done with him yet: my paw grasped the back of his head, forcing his muzzle down onto my chest, my body feeling on fire. My free hand wandered down to his ass: there was something nice about grasping a firm piece of meat beneath your claws, knowing that you could own it whenever you wanted.

And boy, did I want to own it, though not just yet.

"Lick it," I ordered, manoeuvring his cool nose near my pectoral. Viv didn't need to be told twice, out popped that nice rough feline tongue of his, toying with my nipple as I panted heavily beneath him. My hands were getting bored, and they soon found their way to that heavy cock that had been rubbing up against me. It wasn't the best angle for it, but I loved the feeling of a huge cock in my hands, and I'd not had that feeling for quite some time.

As soon as I grasped it, Viv's cock was mine. I ran my thumb pad over the sensitive tip, coaxing out a blob of pre-cum that I smeared over the flesh of the head as it oozed out of his foreskin as my fingers tugged it up and down his shaft. My other hand reached down in between his legs, bent at the knees as he straddling me, and massaged his taint, feeling the flesh twitch.

We should have heeded the deckchair's warning creaks; I felt it groan one final time before with a hard shudder I smashed into the ground. Viv let out a yelp, his knees landing hard, despite being protected by the chair's weather-worn cushioning. "Shit," I grunted and asked, "you okay?"

"Yeah," Viv gasped, nodding as he surveyed the damage.

"Good," I grinned, pushing him off me slightly. My pants needed to be off: my cock was aching for attention. I stood up, yanking off the sweatpants and boxers with one pull. Letting out a yelp as my fluffy tail whipped through the tiny hole, I then thrust my cock into his face. It was neither as long, nor as thick as Viv's, but that didn't matter; it was going to get attended to.

"Not here," the panther suggested; I quickly agreed - fucking on broken furniture didn't sound too comfortable - and chased him onto the lawn.

I'd never fucked outside before: jerked off, certainly, but I'd always been in heavily-populated areas before that taking the risk wouldn't have been worth it. Now, we could be pretty damn loud, and nobody would notice. I wonder if Viv was a screamer.

The ground was hard - the summer heat had dried out the ground - though it was soft enough. It was my turn to pounce, yanking Viv down with me, kissing him roughly as our bodies rubbed up against each other. He was considerate enough to squeeze our shafts together, stroking the aligned tips of both. My fidgeting hands quickly started roaming around again, lingering near his rear to squeeze his butt cheeks, in between meanders up his back to feel those nice muscles tensing underneath the coarse, black fur.

I pulled my head back, gasping desperately for air. My body was tensing up, leg twitching; I was getting close, but didn't want to cum like this. Pushing up, I licked my lips; I knocked Viv's hand away, then started lapping at his fur, leaving a saliva-coated, fluffed-up trail starting from his throat and heading down towards my intended target.

Viv's hand wandered back down, this time just keeping himself going. That was fine by me; nothing was going to kill my throbbing erection any time soon. I let my tongue wander around the grooves of Viv's muscles, toying with his nipples on a detour to bury my snout into one of his armpits. I doubted the lingering, slightly metallic scent was his natural odour - I had a good nose for deodorants - but he at least chose a brand that wasn't too off-putting and had used it sparingly.

Turning my attention back to his chest, I slid down, feeling the warmth of Viv's cock slide up my hairy chest. He was panting heavily, stroking quickly; between ragged breaths, he asked, "You sure you don't want touching?" while I extended my long canine tongue fully out, letting it slide over the firm contours of his abdominals.

"Nn-nnh," I grunted. He'd asked too quickly; the next moment, I turned my body around. My knees straddled his face, my cock - once again aching for attention - jutting just underneath his chin. I lifted his own up, waggling the thick end in front of my nostrils, letting the scent of his juices take over my body, before I pushed open my jaws and enveloped the fat, drooling erection in my muzzle.

My tail curled up, one hand helping to hold me up as the other gripped the base of Viv's shaft, keeping it erect as my muzzle slobbered and suckled on the fat, thick piece of meat jutting out from his crotch. Once again, I'd become master of Viv's cock, my lips, tongue and hand keeping the blood flowing into the throbbing erection as small squirts of lubricant trickled out the end.

Viv grabbed my dick, which had been rubbing up nicely against the warm underside of his muzzle, and guided it into his awaiting maw. My thighs tingled with energy, as the sensation of my cock entering a warm, wet hole spiked my brain with pleasure. Ostensibly, it was the same sensation I'd felt before, but there were variations which made it a bit more interesting: the shape of Viv's mouth, the texture of his tongue, the different tempo we fell into while sucking each other's cocks.

Mixing with my saliva, Viv's juices spread down his shaft as I bobbed my head further and further down, deeper parts of my tongue massaging the tip. My hand squeezed, maintaining his erection and ensuring he continued to feel aroused, edging closer and closer.

I didn't want him jizzing just yet, though; Viv's scent glands were up close to my nose, and I intended on burying my nose right up there. Shifting my hand away from the base of his cock, I braced myself before deep-throating the huge, throbbing cock. The tip pressed up against the back of my throat, but I'd had experience with this before.

Viv hadn't, apparently; I felt his surprised moan ripple up my shaft. That surprised me a little: with how attractive he was, and how free he was to get naked with a relative stranger, I would've thought he'd have met someone who'd deep-throated him before. Even if he had, he might not have expected it from me.

I slid his length all the way inside a couple of times; lingering just long enough at the base to smell his glands. I always thought it was incredibly primal, and it usually got me going. I felt my shaft thicken a bit more, letting the beast inside me a bit further off the chain, and thrust my crotch a bit to meet his lips. It ran the risk of making him gag, but I got the feeling Viv also knew how to take a cock to the mouth well.

I was edging close again, and although we'd had a really good fuck, I wasn't quite done with him yet. But what I intended next would have been risky, and I definitely wanted Viv in a mood where he'd be eager to go along with it. Trying to contain myself, I stopped deep-throating the panther; still sucking on half of the cock, I returned the firm grip of my hand to Viv's shaft.

The panther definitely enjoyed that; I could tell by the way his legs squeezed against the sides of my head. I closed my eyes, filtering out the other distractions; now it was all about Viv's magnificent cock. He felt it too; I felt his lips leave my wet, sticky erection, snarling in pleasure as he moaned, "Oh fuck, fuck." Swearing between each breath, he tried to hold himself in, his body twitching and thrashing beneath me as I tantalised his cock with warm wetness enveloping his sensitive tip, while giving his aching rod a firm, stimulating squeeze.

I used my tongue, toying with him, enjoying as he desperately moved beneath me. I could almost see it: his beautiful emerald eyes rolling upwards, fangs bared as his body yearned for air, clawed fingers digging into the dirt to keep him from stepping over the edge, letting the pleasure explode out of him, sliding along on the intensity of the sensations I was giving to him.

Then I felt it; the brief fractions of a second where time seemed to slow down, and you knew the guy you were pleasuring was about to orgasm. Almost as though, through your physical contact, you shared an even deeper connection. The final push against the gates of restraint, which crumbled away under a hurrying rush of endorphins and sexual fluids, overfull ducts unable to take any more, the flood rushing through the rest of his pipes, bulging his shaft just a little more.

Viv came hard, swearing again, his vowels dragging out of him, as though his voice was ejaculating too. Thick, hot cum splashed up into my muzzle, coating the inside of my mouth as I quickly tightened my lips around his shaft, keeping all of his fluids trapped inside, squirming my tongue around to keep it from oozing out of my mouth. A bit hard, since Viv's ejaculation came along with uncontrolled hip spasms as he grabbed my head. I let him fuck my face for a little bit; in my old profession, I'd taken worse.

After the first couple of seconds, I sensed Viv relaxing: the thrusts became less intense, the amount of ejaculate oozing out of his shaft not exploding with quite as much intensity. My lips went back to work, sucking the juices out of him as he let his arms fall back, sprawling on the grass and panting heavily. When he noticed my cock, he reached up, giving it an encouraging grip, but I could tell his orgasm had left him weakened, at least for a few seconds.

I emptied out Viv's shaft as best as I could: squeezing out the final pearlescent beads, and lapping them off, even after Viv started protesting, "No, please, it's way too sensitive." Eventually, I relented, mouth filled with cum and the fires of lust still burning through my body. I swallowed - not all of it; I had plans for some of those juices later - but just enough to allow me to speak clearly enough. The semen burned on the way down.

Viv had orgasmed, but we were far from done. His strokes of my cock kept the fuse burning, but I knew where I wanted my shaft to be when the fireworks went off. I grabbed his legs, sliding my knees around on the grass so his tail slipped between them. My head went down again, but not for his spent cock.

"I'm gonna fuck you in the ass," I told him bluntly. Viv could have said no, though being a horny husky meant I probably wouldn't have taken that rejection as diplomatically as I should. While I'd sucked him off, I'd seen that hole of his, nestled in that fine, firm, feline rump of his, almost asking to be fucked. Who could think straight with that waggling in front of them?

In response, Viv grinned, eyebrows seeming to curl. He gracefully stretched out, claws extending for a moment before getting on his hands and knees. I stared at his ass, the tail raising up in invitation, the cock hanging limp - but still long and thick - between his bent legs, nested alongside his temporarily drained balls.

I grinned back, also getting down on all fours, staring at the base of his tail. My tongue lolled out of my mouth, crawling over to him on the grass. I should have asked to check that he'd been cleaned out, but my cock told me it was too late for that as I buried my snout in there.

Cupping my hands together, I spat out a thick glob of the mixture of saliva and Viv's cum that I'd kept behind just for this moment. Grabbing my fiery shaft with both hands - not that that was necessary, but just to be thorough - I smeared the goo over it. Once it was suitably lubricated, I wiped the rest around Viv's hole, clawed fingers working carefully: usually I would have trimmed my claws before sex, but I didn't really plan to get picked up off the side of the road and end up fucking a guy, either.

I then gripped the panther's firm buttocks, pushing them apart until his puckered, slightly-dripping hole came into view. I should have checked to see if he'd cleaned himself out down there, but I had no self-control left. My snout buried into his crack, and second later I was tonguing his hole. My hand wandered down, stroking myself off, feeling the lubricant slide over my fingers.

I worked my tongue around, probing it in between the folds of flesh around his sphincter. It wouldn't be for long, just enough to get him nice and slippery down there. I felt Viv's body tense, heard his claws dig into the dirt. Gradually, I noticed my tongue was sliding into him further, lapping the folds of the inner linings.

Gripping my cock, I inched forwards as I rose up on my knees, spitting on it as I aligned my shaft with his relaxed asshole. Viv sat up, just enough to help ensure his hole was relatively easy to access as I fumbled around, getting my cock into a good position. It was definitely hard and, I hoped, slick enough to go in, but I still fumbled around in frustration. I'd done this before, but only a couple of times with any success, and I'd gotten very rusty. Thankfully, Viv was patient and forgiving.

Finally, I managed to force my tip inside; I knew it had worked as Viv winced, sucking in a sheet of air through his gritted fangs. But I was more than glad that we'd at least started off okay as I inched deeper into his hot, tight insides. Despite my ball's insistence, I didn't want to rush things; not only did I enjoy skirting on the edge, but I didn't want to slip out and have to start all over again. Viv gasped and grunted, getting accustomed to the gradual stretching of his hole.

It was difficult: as much as I wanted to fuck Viv in the ass, I knew it could be painful being on the receiving end. Part of me wanted to tell him it was okay, and pull out. The other part of me wanted to just slam it in deep and rut. Both aspects eventually compromised, and with some loud panting on my part - not totally to cover up the uncomfortable grunts from Viv - I managed to work about half my shaft in. I gave a short sigh of relief: this was going to work.

With the base of my cock dangling out of Viv's ass, I started thrusting in gently. We didn't need to keep Viv's cheeks apart now, so I tightened my grip around his hard thighs for leverage. Viv braced himself, curling his tail around my body. He snarled and purred as I hugged his waist, panting inarticulately. I was being uncharacteristically noisy too, grunting and growling as my breath came out heavy and ragged. Firmly embedded in Viv, I felt we could become more adventurous. I climbed on his back, fucking him the way our gay, horny animal ancestors could have.

Now I couldn't have stopped, even if I'd wanted to. This was such a wild, unusual experience for me: getting picked up off the street by a cock-hungry guy, fucking him within hours of meeting with him. If I was going to have a cheap fling, this would have been my pick: Viv was hot, and had a nice ass to fuck - it gripped my cock with the warm, wet folds - because I was a dog that needed to bury my bone into someone. It was naughty, dirty and alluring.

I was getting close to being fully in. I reached down, stroking Viv's cock. Not to make him cum - I'd already made him do that, and it'd be a while before he could again - but, I suppose, it was a way to show him how fucking good it felt to be balls-deep in his ass. I started to thrust faster, enjoying the surge as my erection started to throb, almost painfully as I tried to keep the pooling ejaculate inside me.

If my waist made any noise as it knocked up against Viv's buttocks, it was muffled by the grunts, moans and loud, ragged breathing we both were making. I barely even heard these noises; my mind was completely focused on my thrusting, swollen dick. I was close, so fucking close; my claws dug in subconsciously, as I felt my nuts throbbing.

"Fuck," I howled, my shout echoing down the valley. I couldn't hold myself back any longer. Months worth of abstinence collapsed, as I embraced Viv from behind, rubbing his belly soothingly as my cock pumped huge, thick squirts of cum deep into his intestines.

The orgasm left me giddy: my eyes rolled up slightly, the surge of fluids out of my cock, making my tongue loll out over my sharp teeth. I groaned as my cock fired another shot into Viv. I was suddenly very tired right then. Just when I thought I'd finish orgasming, my cock would squirt out another load. My body fell limp; I couldn't even hug Viv properly. Instead, I just draped over him, feeling the pleasure washing over me.

"Mind getting off?" Viv asked, his voice slightly elevated in pitch.

I nodded slightly, my addled head forgetting the panther couldn't see my face. My eyes closed a couple of times, and I got the feeling I passed out for a few seconds. My erection didn't seem to be abating as it slipped out, followed by a heavy trail of thick cum, clumping and dripping out of his ass. I collapsed on the grass, fluids slowly oozing out of my agonisingly-slow-to-subside erection.

As sore as I'm sure his ass was, Viv managed to laugh, pulling himself over and throttling my aching cock, squeezing and forcing my balls to empty. "See how you like it?" he chuckled as I squirmed, unable to stand the way he was manipulating my slowly-sagging shaft. "I guess I can't complain though," he added, giving my belly fur a moan-inducing scratch, "I wasn't expecting you to get that enthusiastic."

"I'm pretty thorough," I breathed, feeling a grin stretching my lips wide. I sat up, my head still swimming. It took a while for me to focus on the oddly-shaped, shadowy figure: Viv had contorted himself over, lapping at his slowly-contracting, semen-filled hole.

Something about it looked really hot. "Want any help?" I offered, dragging myself over, receiving a scratched head for my efforts. That seemed really appealing, and I accidentally let out a wuff.

Viv chuckled, then stood up. "I've got a better way to clean up," he suggested, tugging on my fur before he ran off. Turning my head, I caught a glimpse of a naked panther dashing across the ground, leaping and tucking his legs into a cannonball, sending a spray of chlorinated water into the air.

Giving my lips a lick, I followed, diving a little more gracefully into the pool. The water wasn't bitingly icy, but it was cold enough that I quickly kicked my way up to the surface, gasping for air as my chest muscles felt like they were contracting. Panting, I crawled to the edge of the pool, leaning as my body swayed in the water.

Suddenly, I felt something jab insistently into my ass. I yelped, turning to see Viv grinning evilly at me, holding up his finger, the claw sliding out. I snarled a little; he slapped his paw at me, forcing me to close my eyes. He chuckled, as I felt the ripples as he swam away. I grinned, kicking off from the back of the pool, surging through the water until I grabbed him by the waist. The bastard managed to slip out of my hands, his dark body sliding out of the pool as he pushed himself up over the edge.

"That's enough for me," Viv claimed, face wrinkled and scratching his ass. "Besides, I've got some mates coming over in a bit. Can't wait for them to meet you."

There was something in his tone that raised the fur up on the back of my neck. "Uh, look, this has been fun and all," I replied, grunting as I pushed myself out of the pool, shaking subconsciously, "but I don't think..." Even if I'd wanted to stay, I didn't have a shirt any more.

"I bet you've never had an orgy before, eh?" Viv called out over his shoulder.

"But I don't..." I protested. But it was too late: cars were coming down the driveway, and Viv had something dangling from the end of his claw.

That fuck. He had my pants.