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Liam sat with his head in his paws. I can't believe I'm doing this. The words had been repeating themselves in the cheetah's mind for the past hour. He compulsively cracked his knuckles and looked around the clean lavatory for something. What exactly he was looking for, he didn't know. The confidence to go forward. A hole through which to escape. A comfortable, warm patch of tiles to curl up and sleep on.

As he did almost every night, Liam had come to the public pool to run a few laps of the fifty-metre pool. In the months approaching winter, he found that fewer people came for swims. Leisurely swimmers hung up their swimsuits for the winter and the local athletes took their practice in the mornings.

Many nights out of the week, he was one of only a couple of swimmers in the last hours of the pool's opening time. The pools were maintained well, and they had a modern and well-equipped changing room facilities. Liam had tried to use the open-plan change area, the changing room stalls and even the showers to get changed, but couldn't bring himself to do it.

No one made passes at other swimmers or eyed each other's privates in the change rooms, but he never felt truly secure even stripping down to his briefs in such an open space. That problem had existed for as long as Liam could remember. The body-shyness was a façade he wore. Liam felt nothing but comfort in his own body. He was young, well-proportioned and covered in lean muscle.

Even the thought of the changing room, stirred a reaction in one of the physical features he was most proud of. Beneath his jammers, his manhood tensed with poorly-hidden lust. The form-fitting nature of his swimwear left little to the imagination. Liam looked down at his crotch. The ridge between the head and shaft of his member was as clear then as it would've been if he were naked.

No. Liam resolved. Even if he tried to slip out, there was no way he wouldn't be recognised. There weren't very many cheetahs in this town. Liam rummaged through his bag and pulled out his phone. The last image he'd looked at before his swim reappeared immediately. A tantalising broad-shouldered zebra male was lying on his back, aiming the camera down his burly body. The true attraction of the picture was hidden beneath a pair of black boxer-briefs.

The zebra's bulge was breath-taking. The last message the zebra had sent appeared on the screen; "I'll be there in five minutes." It had been almost five minutes. Liam took a deep breath and steeled himself.

"I'm in the second bathroom. Knock on the door four times." There was no turning back now. Even if he tried to slink away, he was going to be between the bathroom and the entrance.

Liam watched his own message as the small icon to the side of the body text changed to indicate that the message had been sent, received and read.

Excitement and anxiety fluttered through him simultaneously. Liam clicked the lock button on his phone and tossed it into his bag. Two bottles of lube and a chain of condom wrappers emerged from the duffel bag. He couldn't rationalise why he'd decided to bring two different kinds of lubricant and enough condoms to safely participate in an orgy.

He hastily placed one bottle and condom on the counter by the sink and stashed the remainder in the bag. Wait. He caught himself. If he left the condom and lube so obvious, would he come off as desperate? Would his date think he was a slut? "Stop." Liam heard himself say. He was being stupid. He reached down and massaged the outline of his stiff cock through his jammers.

Liam didn't consider himself a narcissistic person, but he couldn't deny that it looked delicious. His cock struggled to twitch in its tight confines. Begging for the feeling of the cool air and the warm hand of lust-driven zebra. As much as his member craved freedom from the restricting garment, he refused to free it. His contact had expressed specific desire to see the cheetah in his swimsuit. Liam was happy to oblige.

Liam craned his neck to get a view of the large mirror attached to the wall above the handwashing basins. A grin pulled at the corner of Liam's mouth as he analysed the shape of his butt in the tight fabric. A seam ran along the bottom of either cheek; framing his ass in such a way that it popped. Not that Liam required his clothing to accentuate his features. He didn't lack for mass at the top of his legs.

Before he could correct the orientation of his neck, a set of thick knuckles rapped on the door twice. Dryness seized Liam's throat as he waited. Two more knocks came. In the slim moment afforded to him, Liam steeled himself and unlocked the door. When the door opened, Liam's eyes widened. The zebra standing before him consumed the entire door frame.

The equine locked the door behind him and gave the cheetah a look. The zebra's eyes said everything. He wasn't just looking at the cheetah, he was drinking in every curve, contour and shape of his form. Liam's throat dried, anticipating the awkward preamble that he assumed came with these casual hook-ups.

The zebra gave his top lip a small lick as he stepped forward. One of the equine's large hands seized the side of the cheetah's head and brought it in for a kiss. Their lips met. The larger male's tongue pushed against Liam's mouth. The suddenness and force with which the zebra came on took him by surprise.

Any resistance that held itself within the muscles of Liam's mouth acquiesced to the intruding organ. One arm kept a firm grip on the back of the cheetah's head and the other slid down his lean form to rest on his ass. In the grip of the burly male, Liam melted. Standing half a foot taller than him and with a figure as broad and well-toned as his, Liam didn't doubt that this man could lift him off his feet and ravage him against the wall if he desired.

Their kiss broke apart and the zebra rose back to his full height. A white tank top hid the chiselled muscles of the zebra's torso. As the zebra's hand joined the other on the smaller male's rear, Liam's snout pressed against his neck. His nostrils filled with the tantalising musk of a man who'd just left the gym. Over his head, the zebra stared into the mirror. "Your ass is so fucking perfect." He felt he thick fingers dig in and take handfuls of cat rump.

A moan escaped his mouth as he felt the larger male's form against his own. One element of his form drew his mind. A solid mass hidden within the shorts that left most of the cut thighs uncovered grew more insistent. "Are you just gonna keep staring?" Liam cooed up at his partner and felt the growing shaft in his shorts stiffen against him.

The cock pressing against him was already bigger than he'd anticipated. While the stiff mass of male arousal held a measure of rigidity, there was a distinct softness to it. It's not even fully hard yet. Liam's first thought was to begin stressing about the damage such an appendage could do to him, but a deep breath full of the equine's intoxicating aroma caused his anxiety to dissolve.

Flesh against flesh, a thick zebra hand slipped beneath the swimsuit. A moan, more for encouragement than stimulation, cooed from Liam's mouth and into the large male's neck. While the exploring hand felt around for all of the firm flesh, a single digit slipped between the two cheeks. "Ooh," The digit probed at the eagerly awaiting hole.

The well-trained yet youthfully tight hole tensed against the intrusion. The ring of muscle succumbed to the finger and Liam crooned a shuddered moan. As the first knuckle passed into him, Liam's cock throbbed and a fresh drop of pre-cum smeared the inside of his swimsuit. The cheetah pulled his head back and opened his lips against the zebra's.

Their kisses grew faster as the zebra slowly grinded his hips against the smaller male. The scattered smacks of their lips and sharp breaths they took between filled the room. The rigid mass that hid within the equine's shorts pressed against him. As hard and dense as any dildo Liam had ever taken but pulsing with the raw heat that no silicone copy could ever emulate.

The cool air graced his bare ass as his jammers were pulled down at the back. One hand pulled the cheeks of his rear apart and the other forced the first fingers as deep as they could go. The swimsuit fell down the lithe legs of the cheetah and, at last, his cock was free. The pre-ejaculate that once coated the inside of his swimsuit left erratically smeared streaks on the zebra's gym shorts.

Their cocks grinded against each other, divided only by the thin fabric of the larger male's shorts. Liam gripped the zebra's girthy shaft through the clothes. "I need you inside me." Liam purred to his large partner. A sudden emptiness filled his hole as the fingers withdrew. Though no further words were shared, Liam understood exactly what the zebra intended.

The strong hands braced themselves around the back of Liam's thigh. The cheetah put his hands on the larger male's shoulders and lifted into it. The swimmer's legs wrapped around the zebra's midsection and he was being held with nothing but their combined strength. The thick tip of the equine's cock pressed against his butt and sent pulses of lust through the suspended feline.

It was pure bliss to be held aloft in the strong man's arms, but the sensation had to come to an end. The stone-topped counter supported his butt as he was lowered onto it. When the zebra stood back, Liam realised that it was probably the first time his partner had ever seen his cock free of the confines of clothing. The cut cock wasn't particularly large in length or girth, but it was beautiful.

Five inches of well-proportioned shaft rose straight from above a tight sack holding his full balls. Pre-cum dribbled from his tip and traced a glimmering line down the underside of his shaft. The hot breath glanced against his shaft as the zebra's head lowered. A fresh orb of pre-cum rolled out of his tip as the equine's tongue ran from balls to tip. The lick was slow, but short.

The burly male seemed to savour the taste of the feline's fluid as his muzzle found its way southward. It began as a kiss; one puckered hole pressing against another. The dominant hole opened, drawing in the subtle muskiness of the otherwise immaculate tailhole. What little of the feline's natural scent that hadn't been rinsed away by the cleansing waters of the pool filled the stallion's mouth.

The thick muscle from within the equine maw ran along the waiting tailhole. It stole breath from him as the tight ring of muscles were forced apart. As the larger male drew his tongue back, licking the inside of his hole Liam's elbows trembled. Liam pushed his shoulders against the wall and braced himself as the assault of loving ministrations continued. A broad hand gripped each of his thighs, just beneath the bend of the knee, and held them out of the equine's way.

The tongue could only reach so far into him, but the way that he did it sent pulses through him. Liam's eyes shut, and he stuttered choked breaths. His senses focussed on the in and out, the motions of the tongue within him. The intrusive muscle forced him open in a sensation somewhere between passionate savagery and loving caresses. His legs strained against the firm grip as pulses of bliss surged through him.

Though, it seemed, that the zebra was a man of few words, his passion, desire and sheer lust were conveyed through the fluid motions of his tongue. Whether it was the zebra's sheer skill, a hitherto undiscovered fetish for being rimmed or just how horny he was, Liam melted into zebra's maw. There was nothing else. No pool, no cold tiles, nothing but the zebra's fingers around his legs and his tongue within him.

When the zebra pulled away for a breath, Liam felt the cool touch of air on his glistening hole and could, at last, regain some of his composure. The tip of the cheetah's cock was covered in a viscous film of precum, with yet more running in trails down to his balls. Liam's leg was struck with a bizarre weakness when the zebra released him. He must have been closer than he thought. Liam stared down at his crotch, watching his cock twitch as the zebra lined his dense finger up with the wet and waiting hole.

Though the mighty tongue had stretched and pulled his hole out of its tightly-puckered dormancy, the force of his finger still sucked the breath out of him. The digit was thick and long. Liam could feel knuckles struggling against muscles to bend within him. A second finger joined the first and a moan resounded through his throat.

The pleasure of the moment and the anticipation of pleasure still to come consumed Liam's mind. The fingers did little to deliberately bring pleasure, but just their presence was enough to stir the wobble in the cheetah's elbows. The withdrawal of the fingers left him feeling empty. Liam could feel his body craving more.

The brawny, taciturn equine slowly rose to his full height in front of Liam. As his back straightened, his head ascended to block the room's central downlight. The full extent of the zebra's manhood jutted forth from below his rugged stomach. The thick black spear of swollen flesh came to rest beside his own. The sheer size brought a dryness to his throat.

The fierce, lustful gaze of the larger male burned into Liam. The large male reached for the bottle of lubricant and squeezed a more than generous amount on the first few inches of his cock. "Matt," the zebra's voice rumbled as he pulled his hips back far enough for his cock to once again hang free. Liam said nothing - he couldn't. "That's what I want to hear you moan..." The broad tip of Matt's manhood pressed against him.

Liam's tailhole, though loosened, resisted the shaft. The tight ring of muscles was all that stood between Liam's insides and a thick, hot blooded cock. The cheetah let the breath roll out of his mouth and relaxed his body. With an inaudible pop, he entered him. The first inch was the hardest. A sharp sigh hissed through Liam's teeth as his ass was stretched apart by the thick member.

The initial stab of pain faded quickly, giving way to the overwhelming sense of fullness. Liam stared at his partner, whose gaze was turned downward; watching his inches disappear. Mustering his voice, and pushing through his staggered breath, Liam moaned. "Oh, M-Matt." The zebra stopped immediately, turning his eyes up toward the cheetah that he had buried himself within.

Another inch or so of equine cock entered him as he bent forward, bringing his face toward Liam's. The cheetah closed his eyes, tilted his head and their lips joined again. Before Matt could open his mouth to accept the smaller male's tongue, he thrust. Deep. Liam had thought that he was most of the way down the zebra's cock. The thrust had taught him otherwise. The amount of horse flesh within him practically doubled. The stallion's heavy, black balls pressed against his rump.

Matt's hands moved from his hips to his head, gently caressing the slender cheetah. The reaction Liam may have had melted away. While his thrust had been so primal and rough, his hands were soft and his kiss delicately dominant. Liam was panting when their kiss broke. "You fucker," Liam smiled as he adjusted to having his body so full.

"Do you want me to stop?" Liam wrapped his legs around his top's waist, holding him in place.

"Don't you fucking dare."

The zebra's hips rolled back, and he slid into a deep grinding motion. Matt's dominant hand opened against the wall behind Liam's head. The other held the other male's head, as the pair were brought together by another kiss. The sheer depth of the penetration was unlike anything Liam had experienced. Sure, he'd fooled around with his fair share of equine dildos, but nothing compared to the autonomous movement, the heat or the scent of a sweaty stallion above him.

The contours and detail of his cock could be felt within the tight grip of Liam's rectum. He felt everything, from the medial ring, to the way it grew fatter and girthier at the base, to the ridge at the tip, just waiting to flare up. Matt huffed and moaned as he thrust again and again. Grunts flowed from between Matt's gritted teeth as his hips rolled. The hot muscles held tightly to the intruding manhood. The tunnel was the perfect combination of tight and slick.

The stimulation was overwhelming. Liam was glad that he had been sat on the counter, had they both been standing, the cheetah's legs would have surely given out. Any effort the pair attempted to keep their voices down was futile. Every little breath, moan or grunt reverberated off the tiled walls and floor. Pressure built behind the tip of his penis. Every effortless stroke of the zebra's manhood struck his insides perfectly.

As the muscular stomach struck the underside of his legs, it threw his rigid cock back against his own torso. Pre-cum smeared his fur as his orgasm approached. "Matt," Liam moaned, "I'm getting close." For the briefest of moments, the zebra shot the other male a disbelieving look, before his face returned to the face of someone focussed on thrusting.

Liam seized the zebra's head, forced their lips together and let everything else melt away in warm, passionate blur. Their tongues danced together, though the larger male's tongue was distracted, in a tender embrace. The sensation that rested idle at the tip of his cock grew stronger. His lust boiled and burned, each stroke into his being adding kindling to the flames.

It hit him suddenly. Their lips separated, and a cry escaped Liam's mouth. The cheetah's legs wrapped around the brawny frame at his rear, pulling him close. Liam's legs, while far thinner than Matt's, were far from feeble. The strong appendages held every inch of his lover within him as each of his muscles tightened.

The rigid cock throbbed mightily against the open air. The first shot of thick white seed struck Matt's chest, before falling back to Liam's body. The next grazed the top's stomach and each subsequent rope grew less and less forceful until they all spattered against Liam's rising and falling stomach. With each throb, the muscles that gripped the equine cock tightened.

Matt grunted against the squeezing muscles. He moved his broad hands from the wall to the hips of the still-ejaculating cheetah. Breaking the vicelike grip of the swimmer's legs, Matt began a series of short and shallow thrusts. The complete attention of the zebra was focussed on the point where the two males joined. The sight of a male's ass spread around his girthy ebony shaft was never one he could tire of.

Thrusting through the rhythmically tightening muscles of Liam's ass was more difficult than it had been prior, but each thrust was worth it. Aside from just the suction and heat of being within another male, the pulses that ran through Liam's body were doing all they could to milk Matt of his seed.

In the fast, hard motions of what would be Matt's final lap, the pools of cum that had formed on Liam's stomach splashed side-to-side. Rivers of seed trailed down the sides of his stomach and onto the counter below. The tiled room echoed with occasional grunts and the constant slapping of flesh against flesh.

The stimulation was intense. The rapid, deep thrusts of the rigid member within him coaxed out one final shot of cum. Instead of firing in a rope, it oozed from the tip and joined its kin on the cheetah's stomach. Matt's thrusts quickened. This was it. The grunts that escaped the zebra's mouth were scattered and tense. "Do it, Matt," Liam panted. "Cum in me." In a blur of motion, Matt slammed a series of sharp thrusts into his mate and released the cheetah's thighs. With both hands he held Liam's face and they joined in a kiss as deep and passionate as any Liam had ever felt.

Matt's hips maintained the motion, but abruptly slowed. Deep within Liam, he thought he felt another brusque thrust. When the second sensation came, the cause became clear. With the remarkable force of an equine's orgasm, the heavy seed of the zebra drained into him. Throb after throb, Liam's insides filled with Matt's fluids. Never had Liam felt so full.

Once their kiss had broken apart, Liam felt compelled to look down at his stomach to see whether Matt's cum had caused him to bloat or swell. Thankfully, all he saw was the rise and fall of his stomach and the sticky mess he'd made of himself. "Oh..." Liam's eyes met Matt's. "Wow." They shared a kiss. "Oh, shit," Liam chuckled to himself. "We were meant to use a condom." He grinned at the other male.

Matt shrugged and licked his lips. "I think we did just fine without." Liam sucked in a breath as the equine began withdrawing. He could feel something that hadn't been there before. All the cheetah could do was watch the shaft as it left him. It glistened with lubricant and cum and hadn't lost an iota of its solidity. As the medial ring passed out of him, Liam realised what he felt; the flare. How such an important part of equine breeding anatomy could be forgotten, Liam didn't know.

Inch by inch, the remaining half of his cock touched the air again. The flare teased his already exercised hole further still. Yet another hill to climb, Liam gritted his teeth, and to his surprise, the flare just popped out. Before Liam's muscles could retract, a glob of fresh zebra cum escaped and landed on the bathroom floor with a heavy slap. "We best get you cleaned up." Matt said as he positioned himself beside the limp body of the cheetah.

Placing his large hands on his back and under his thighs, Matt effortlessly lifted the feline and strode to the empty shower in the far corner of the room. In the warmth of the zebra's arms, filled with his cum and living on the high of complete physical satisfaction, Liam shut his eyes for a moment. I could get used to this.