Living canvas [Complete]
Disclaimer: This story contains gay sex, dirty talk and a big mess. If you don't like it, why did you get here anyways? o.O
All characters (c) Kasharo
Living canvas
I watched through half-lidded eyes as the other guy's head bobbed up and down in my lap, his pretty face disappearing in my lush groin fur for a mere moment every time those incredibly soft lips followed the curves of my shaft down to the base. It was pretty amazing; there aren't many guys who could take me in their muzzle with so little effort. That guy definitely was skilled and talented like a pro. And I fuckin' loved the lewd and wet sounds he made while slurping my cock.
My fingers tightened their strong grip on the bed sheets, while my good ol' retractable claws came out of their hiding and tore neat little holes into the fabric. The sheets and blankets were made of black satin and therefore pretty expensive, but who cares about that in the middle of a blowjob? Besides, I always tend to buy a bunch of spare sets, just in case. Ruining bed clothes is one of my favorite hobbies, especially if it happens while I pound a cute guy's butt or mouth.
A sudden surge of pure pleasure made me arch my torso upwards, and a shiver ran down my spine, causing the fur bristle from my neck down to the base of my tail. "Fuck, yeaaah..." I moaned. For the first time I diverted my gaze from the male sucking so wantonly on my shaft and cast a brief glance over to the right side of the room, checking out myself in a life-sized mirror.
There I was, a pitch-black furred panther in my early twenties, lying naked on a huge bed and having my dick serviced by a slightly younger - and equally naked - cougar who obviously couldn't get enough of it. Standing (or rather laying) at 6 feet and 6 inches, I was (and still am) pretty muscular, but not in the 'I-have-so-many-muscles-that-I-can-barely-walk' kind of way, my body simply shows a distinctive definition, somewhat the build which you'd expect from a fighter or a dancer, not from an office worker like myself. Well, lets say that I like to keep myself in shape. The only visible things on my body that aren't black are: my golden eyes, my white whiskers and my dark pink cock.
The puma looked like a smaller and slimmer, differently hued version of me. His fur featured a grey tint as base color while a large patch of creamy white pelt covered his front side from his lower jaw down to the groin. He got those sexy fur markings as well, the thin black borderline that goes around his muzzle like some sort of well-trimmed beard. He was rather muscular, though his shoulders and waist were not as broad as mine, shaping his body slightly like an hourglass. A very sexy hourglass, at that. I'd met him at my favorite bar just a few hours ago and it took me less than twenty minutes to persuade him into coming to my apartment for a more 'private conversation'. I didn't even know his name right then.
Now, where was I? Ah, yes. After admiring myself and the scene in the mirror for a moment, I turned my full attention back on the cougar. One of my paws released the slightly torn bed sheets from its grip and reached out to tousle through the other guy's head fur before cupping the back of his head. "That's it, kitty, suck it nice and hard..." I remember murmuring those words at times, encouraging and urging him on.
My hips began to move instinctively. They slowly pumped, muscles heaved my rump into the air and lowered it back down, matching the rhythm of the cougar's muzzle perfectly. Each time those soft lips made their way down to the base of my shaft, my rump would push upwards to sink every last inch of firm flesh deep into that muzzle before drawing backwards and settling his rear back down onto the mattress. The cat was enjoying that slow and sensual muzzle fuck quite much, I could tell since he let out low purrs and lewd moans around my malehood, the vibrations caused my flesh to tremble and throb, splattering his raspy tongue with droplets of salty preseed which he gobbled down with gusto.
I moaned out again and brought both my paws down to his head, curling my nimble fingers around the bases of his black-backed ears and holding onto them to acquire a certain degree of control to the situation. While keeping his head gently in place, I continued to rock my hips, at the same pace and strength, driving my pole in and out of that willing muzzle, poking the opening to his throat with the meaty cock head. There was still an inch to go and I was quite determined to cram those few centimeters into him as well, at least once, yet there was no more room in the puma's maw. This, of course, led to one remaining option.
"Watch it, kitty. Hold your breath." I even warned him ahead before simply shoving my muscular ass upwards and driving the somewhat tapered mushroom cock head against the back of his muzzle. My teeth gritted into an almost feral snarl as I prodded and poked at the barrier denying me entrance to the cougar's neck, I could feel it spasm almost violently around the very tip of my shaft, much to my delight *and* frustration. Then, from one moment to the next, his gullet relaxed. I took the opportunity and pushed my hips up, sliding the last inch in, thus sinking the head of my thick meat into the puma's tight throat.
"Gah..." I moaned lewdly, arched my body upwards and threw my head back into my nape as I held on to his ears as if my life depended on it. I swear I saw stars exploding in front of my eyes, tiny supernovae that blurred by vision. I started talking to the puma, but I'm not quite sure whether my words were intelligible and coherent or just random sounds expressing my lust, bliss and the pleasure jolting through my body like an electric current.
I held the cougar in place for a few moments, his face buried obscenely within my groin fur, his fangs pressing into the base of my dick, constricting it like some sort of exotic cock ring. Then I resumed rocking my hips, though in an entirely different pace than before. I fucked that pretty face of his with wild abandon while bobbing his head up and down in my lap to match my own rhythm by using his ears like handles. Gods, that felt incredible. It's hard to describe my feelings at that moment in time. It was like pure pleasure, raw lust and desperate need all mingled together to form some type of energy that surged through my body and made the fur bristle along my spine.
It is quite amazing how...poetic someone can get when describing something as simple as good old oral sex, eh?
The puma's hot breath blew from his nostrils into my groin fur every time I pulled my hips backwards, he was panting and having hard time breathing at all but I didn't care about that right then. I just kept thrusting my hard dick in and out of his maw and throat, enjoying the rough texture of his tongue every time the belly of my shaft ground against the muscle on its way inside and the contractions of his tight throat around the cock head. A mixture of my precum and his saliva dripped from his chin and my balls, a lewd 'cocktail' which made my shaft glisten wetly in the dim lighting of the room.
It's needless to say that I wouldn't last long at that pace. My balls were already drawing upwards within their protective sack, their potent contents churning and almost literally boiling, ready to be released into the other feline's stomach. But I had other plans that night.
Rather abruptly, I made my rump cease its movements while my paws released the puma's ears to relinquish the control of his head back to him. As I had expected, he pulled his mouth of my cock almost instantly, coughing and sputtering and sucking in a fresh lungful of air, the cougar was panting heavily, and I felt his breath washing over my wet shaft, making it throb and twitch.
Grinning toothily, I moved my right paw hand and wrapped it around the base of my dick while the other hand clasped around my heavy ballsack, squeezing the orbs within gently as I started stroking myself. It just took me a few moments to bring me to the verge of orgasm, the sensations led my muscles into convulsing twitches and spasms, my teeth gritted and my ears flattened back against the top of my head in anticipation of the coming mind-blowing climax.
Without another word or warning spoken, I suddenly arched my torso upwards and let out a sharp and fierce growl as I pushed myself over the edge. Sticky white liquid erupted from the tip of my dick with the force of a miniature volcano, long ropes and thick globs sprayed out of the tiny slit and splattered across the cougar's face. It was quite beautiful to watch, even though it was hard to see anything through the veil of numbing pleasure. Shot after shot of the white slime hit the other feline's forehead, cheeks, nose and lips, even his auricles received a layer of it by the time my climax wore off. If I had cum on an empty, cougar-colored canvas I would have been able to sell it as modern art for a heap of money. Perhaps I'll think ahead next time?
Slowly I regained by breath and brains, the blurs in front of my eyes cleared up and revealed my 'master piece' to me: a cum-soaked cougar who definitely looked very, very happy if not downright smug.
"You liked that?" he asked, as if the mess on his face was not evidence enough to prove that I enjoyed it. His voice was sexy and hoarse, perhaps due to his arousal or because of the rough abuse of his throat or both? Who knows, and who cares? I reached down with my paws and grabbed his shoulders, pulling the smaller puma on top of myself until his head hovered above mine. A droplet of my own seed dribbled down from his splattered facial features onto my lips, the other cat grinned and licked it off my muzzle.
I rolled him over and trapped the naked kitty beneath my larger body.
"Oh, I'll show you how much I liked it..."
"Ooh, can't wait..."
I kissed him. I pride myself that I'm a fairly good kisser, at least good enough to make most furs melt in my arms while I'm driving my raspy tongue into their muzzle. And that's exactly what happened to the cougar. He submitted fully into the lip lock and merely managed a weak and muffled moan as his tongue started entwining with my own like two snakes about to produce a lot of little snakes.
Now, why did I kiss him? Well, first of all, I love kissing. It's usually part of my foreplay, something to really get the juices flowing, so to speak. And second...I had to keep the puma busy while I was stroking myself to full hardness again, of course. You can't expect someone to start fucking immediately after getting such a wonderful blowjob. Gotta recharge, even if it's just for a couple of seconds. That's usually enough for me anyways.
He tasted good - well, he tasted mostly of semen, *my* semen, - but I enjoyed the flavor thoroughly.
I broke the kiss a short while later, panting hard, my hot breath washing across his facial features. The tip of my tongue lashed out of my muzzle and licked across his left cheek, gathering up a long strand of drying cum, eventually slurping it down.
"Mmm. Let's do this right, shall we?"
It wasn't hard to maneuver him into a proper position, in fact, the cougar appeared to be a little dazed or breathless from the kiss, so there wasn't hardly any resistance at all. I rolled him onto his back and slid in between his legs, and my paws clasped around his lower legs, lifting them up and draping the muscular limbs over my shoulders. The puma crossed his ankles mindlessly behind my neck.
I rose into a kneeling position and looked down on him.
Damn, he looked so sexy and slutty as he was lying there, with all that white semen splattered across his facial features.
I waggled my eyebrows playfully at him and flashed my sharp fangs before lowering my right paw between his thighs, clasping all five fingers tightly around his shaft and my own erection. I squeezed the two kittenmakers hard against each other, watching them throb and twitch in my grasp.
We moaned in unison.
"Aww, fuck." I rumbled deeply under my breath and started pumping my muscular hips slowly forth and backwards, humping my own pawhand and grinding my dick hard against the cougar's at the same time.
My nosepad twitched and another toothy grin spread across my lips. Fresh precum started oozing out of both shafts, mixing with some of the remaining drops of my semen, creating a fairly decent lubrication for the pseudo-handjob. Within moments each of those kittenmakers was glistening in the dim light.
Rhythmic thrusts, forth and backwards, the squelching noise of wet things getting rubbed against each other - cock against cock, balls against balls -, accompanied by low moans of pleasure and bliss.
"That's...gah...nice." The puma's voice sounded even hoarser than before...and I wholeheartedly intended to make it even huskier. I leaned over the writhing cat and placed my free paw on the mattress to keep myself from falling down onto the cougar. My tongue lashed out once again and drew a line of slick saliva along the other guy's chin and throat, the tip followed the breast bone between the two firm pectorial muscles before slipping off the 'path' and swirling around a nipple. Lips and teeth locked around the small nub and started sucking and chewing on it instantly.
Whoa, that almost made the puma cum right away. A visible shiver ran through his body, he arched his back and mrowled, a huge jet of precum sprayed out of his dick and splattered messily across his belly. Incited by the other feline's reaction I continued to gnaw on the - obviously pretty sensitive - nub between my teeth, causing him to writhe helplessly underneath my form, gasping rapidly for breath like a fish on the shore.
Eventually however, I grew tired of this little game, so I decided to go for the next level.
I withdrew my pawhand from around the two cocks, each digit and the leathery pads on the underside were slick with the mixture of fluids. My hand slid down along the puma's dick, following the slightly curved kittenmaker to the very base, and I clasped my fingers around the heavy nutsack for a quick squeeze before venturing onwards. The fore finger and the middle finger straightened and snuck under the other cat's thick tailbase, poking and prodding teasingly at the little pink pucker located just there. Without hesitation, I applied enough pressure to overcome the natural resistance of the tight hole and stretched it wide open around my invading digits, thrusting them into the cougar's ass to the hilt with one fluent motion.
That was too much for the poor fellow. I felt his innards clamp down tight around my fingers, and his back arched as his entire body tensed up, each and every muscle flexing hard. Giving a sharp mrowl of pleasure, the cougar's cock started pulsating and throbbing, shooting the contents of his contracting pair of nuts right onto his belly and chest, and staining his cream-colored with blotches and strands of perfectly white semen.
Of course, such a trifle like his orgasm didn't stop me from fingering his ass for all it was worth. I drove my fingers in and out with glee, I spread them apart within the other cat and thus stretched the tender innards wide. The digits curled up and straightened back out in succession, again and again, every time poking at the cougar's prostate gland, milking the semen out of those pumping balls until the powerful shots faded to a mere dribble.
I pulled my fingers back out and released his nipple from the grasp of my jaws, and grinned at the panting and shuddering cougar. He managed to return the grin with a somewhat weak smile of his own. I only then realized that his paws were clenched into fists, claws tearing holes into the silken fabric.
"Kitty was pretty pent up, huh?" I teased him with a chuckle under my breath.
He didn't respond verbally. Instead he reached up with a paw and curled it around my neck, and then he pulled me downwards and kissed me fiercely before slumping back down on the mattress, still trying to regain his breath with his eyes closed. Probably he might have thought that it's over then, that he had then time to recuperate.
Well, he was wrong. It was just getting started.
Almost casually I clasped my fingers around the spent feline's ankles and pulled them off my shoulders, settled them down on the mattress. I gripped his hips and - much to his surprise - flipped him over onto his belly, quickly trapping the cougar beneath my heavier body.
"Wha...?" He sounded somewhat dazed, perhaps still riding on the waves of the afterglow?
"I hope you're still up for a good and hard ride, kitty." I purred into one of his ears before giving it a swift slurp with my rough tongue. Mm. Ears.
A mere wiggle of my hips was enough to bring my dripping erection in place, slipping the fat kittenmaker between the - more or less helpless - puma's firm asscheeks, prying them a little apart as it slid along the cleft to the tiny pink pucker I've had the pleasure fingering before. I let out a faint growl and jabbed my rump forwards, the cockhead prodding the tender entrance and soaking the wrinkles with a dab of precum.
Without any hesitation I started pressing my muscular hips forwards - slow and easy -, fighting against that initial resistance. It was clear who'd win that competition of strength sooner or later, thanks to the prior stretching. Barely two seconds after the initial push, the sphincter already yielded and opened wide, allowing my glans to penetrate and conquer the hot depths of that ass immediately.
Overwhelmed by the feelings, I threw my head back and let out a guttural moan of pleasure as that incredible tightness enveloped the first inch of dark-pink cockflesh, squeezing harder around it than my own fist when I was jerking off.
"F-fuck, yeah...that's it."
Slowly but surely I sunk my shaft into his willing ass, inch after inch, stretching the passage to accommodate the size and girth of my kittenmaker. Judging by his moans and groans, I wasn't the only one enjoying this, it seemed as if I was fairly successful to hit some - if not all - of his soft spots on my way to explore his innards with something else than my fingers, eliciting one mrowl of pleasure after the other.
"Kitty likes it, huh? Kitty enjoys getting fucked?" My questions were purely rhetorical, of course, but dirty talking was and is one of my favorite kinks and I totally loved the groans the puma gave me as response. I flashed another grin and then I jerked my hips forwards, driving the remaining half of my erection past the obscenely widened tailhole to the very hilt.
I stayed in this position for a little while, grinding my heavy balls against his buttocks and circling my hips to stir his guts, teasing his spots with the entire length of my shaft. "Damn you..." I heard him growl between two gasps for breath. "Quit teasing me like that...gaah..." He didn't have to tell me twice. I pulled my hips back, withdrawing my prick to the point where only the crown of the glans stayed inside to keep the hole nicely spread. Then I waited briefly to heighten his anticipation before abruptly slamming my rump back forwards and driving the whole cock back into the writhing cat balls deep and to the hilt, so to speak.
The cougar arched beneath me. "Oooohhh, fuuuuck..."
At this point in time I've got to admit, I lost my self control. All the scents I smelt and the sounds I heard, it seemed a bit too much for me, so my instincts kicked in. Ever had the feeling as if you looked at your life through another guy's eyes? As if you were a stranger in your own head, condemned to stay there and watch motionlessly? Well, that's more or less exactly who I felt.
I lowered my head down, opened my mouth wide and clamped my strong jaws around the cougar's neck, establishing a firm mating bite that caused the other guy to stiffen his back beneath me. But that was just the beginning. I felt my hips jerking backwards with almost brutal force, yanking the shaft out of the tight puma, and - barely a moment later - they rocked forwards again, shoving the fat cock back into that ass, eliciting a sharp moan from the slightly smaller feline beneath my form. I repeated the motion. Again and again. And again. Forth and backwards, in and out. My body found the rhythm completely on its own, matching my breathing with the thrusts of my rump, slapping balls against balls and impacting lush groin fur on pert buttocks. And each of those movements was accompanied by the wet sound of a torrent of precum that lubricated the way for the hard shaft. It was intense, to say the least. And it lasted far too short for my likings.
Twenty minutes was all I could muster despite my prior orgasm. After twenty minutes I noticed that my thrusts were becoming erratic and faster, that my breathing was growing into an endless series of sharp gasps for air, that my balls were slowly drawing up against his crotch. And then - as if someone flipped a trigger inside my brain - I released the puma's neck and tossed my head back, emitting a triumphant roar from the deepest depths of my throat, and at the same moment I felt my shaft throb inside the other feline. Cum jetted out of the tiny slit in the cockhead, white semen that sprayed into the warm confines of the well-used ass beneath me, soaking his insides and painting him white on the inside just as I did on his face.
I collapsed onto the puma, panting hard, the blood was thumping in my ears as the last bits of energy were consumed in another mind-blowing orgasm. "Fuck." The afterglow was just as intense as before, though this time it brought some exhaustion and weariness as well, and - almost automatically - I slid my pawhands around the other guy's waist and squeezed while still resting on top of his backside - with my softening dick still lodged balls deep between his buttocks.
"That was nice..." I hear the puma mutter, and that brought a smile on my lips as I was already drifting off to a well-deserved nap. My body relaxed. I think he said something. Sheeh. Talking to me after sex is *so* useless. He'd learn that in time.
I slept really well. Even without knowing his name.
I woke up late in the morning; thank goodness it was weekend, so a little oversleeping was okay. After a lot of stretching and yawning I was actually awake enough to take in my surroundings. The scent of sex was still pretty thick in the air, washing away any thoughts that it might had been a dream or something. However, something was missing. Or rather *someone*. The space next to me was empty, the cougar was gone, leaving nothing but his smell and a tiny sheet of paper behind.
"Good morning, stud. Thanks for the awesome night! Unfortunately I couldn't stay for much longer. " It read. There was a phone number as well. "Give me a call if you're in the mood for an encore. I'd totally love that. Yours, B."
I called him. Lots and lots of times.
FIN