Lunchtime Detour
Andrew arched his back against the stiffness of the plastic chair beneath him. He noted its faults in his mind, watching the incoming tide of students begin to fill the classroom. It was undersized for any adult, and the knurled green plastic reminded him of the desk he had sat in when he attended elementary school. They were cheaply constructed; the thin plastic seat was snap fit to the frame, and the structure itself was made of hollow metal tubing. The overall product of these factors was a dissatisfying if not uncomfortable seat, only serving to distract from the lecture. The shuffling young adults began to slow and sit down, the random noise of their motions terminating in a densely speckled mosaic of seated bodies. In the commotion, only one of the seats adjacent to Andrew had been filled. To his left, a young woman chatted with her friend, clearly signalling her disinterest in meeting strangers with her sheltered posture. Andrew didn't particularly mind.
The bustling city had been a strange transition to Andrew. The human had grown up in a small farming town - the kind of place where everyone knew each other, and nobody was ever truly in a rush.
The university had a substantially different environment. There were far too many people to know, and everything seemed to be important and ephemeral.
One of the double doors at the back of the room swung open, ushering in a flutter of footsteps. Andrew lazily looked to the back of the room, his gaze drifting to the rushed individual. He was a slender orange cat, dressed in corduroys and a deep green polo shirt. He was visibly distressed, rushing to sit down and not interrupt the lecture. Oval pupils scanned the room for an empty seat and swiftly tiptoed toward Andrew's row. The human returned his eyes to the professor, who was lovingly describing a stern-looking integral
The lecture slowly buzzed by, a wash of agitating fluorescent lighting over chalk-dust and bursts of muffled coughing. Math had never been Andrew's strong suit, even more so with the admittedly attractive feline at his right flank. It seemed to Andrew that attention to class carried a cost he could not pay. As his interest in calculus wilted, Andrew noticed the cat's intricate notes that almost looked printed in their precisely uniform handwriting. Lewd fantasies accompanied the pleasant masculine scent wafting from the orange fur beside him. Andrew noticed the cat stirring in the uncomfortable chair, stretching awkwardly to try to locate comfort. Time continued to slug by, eventually concluding with a rapid-fire homework assignment and a list of various due dates. The class began to get loud as it's constituents packed their things and began to file out of the door.
“Horrible, aren't they?"
“Pardon?" The cat had a confused, almost worried look on his face.
“The chairs, I mean," Andrew clarified.
The two chatted for some time. Jackson, the cat, was clearly cunning, but he also carried a relaxing joviality. He had also come from a smaller town, seemingly eager to establish a new friend group. They walked in no specific direction for some time, both mistakenly thinking they were following the other. The conversation continued, stories from lives left behind exchanged as if they were farewells. Comfort grew, and Jackson invited Andrew to have lunch with him. Secretly giddy, the human agreed. Perhaps, he thought, he had done so too quickly.
To some degree, Andrew had always had a weak spot for felines. He had never actually been with one, but he'd found them attractive since he was a kid. Later, when he discovered some less child-appropriate regions of the internet, he began to find them much more attractive. As he flirtatiously spoke to Jackson, Andrew could feel his heart thud frantically with high hopes and exotic imaginings.
A melody of blue sky and bird songs festooned the grassy outdoors, and Andrew led Jackson to a picnic table. The feline slinked his body next to the human's, sitting beside him as the two began to eat. The field wasn't dense with students, but there were small groups strewn around the grounds. Some, like the two men, were eating, while others walked and chatted. Jackson scanned over the crowd, following their eyes and attentions. The few others littered about seemed enthralled in their own actions - nobody was paying mind to him or the human. The cat smirked.
“Can I see your hand?"
Mid bite, Andrew gave Jackson a quizzical look. His intentions were unclear, but weakened by his flirting Andrew was willing to play ball. He rested his palm in the other man's, crooking an eyebrow as he did. The fur between the cat's paw pads was fine and dense, igniting Andrew's mind with sensation. In tandem, the hands began to fall downwards, drooping beneath the table.
Although it was obvious that the human had no clue, Jackson wasn't exactly wondering why the human was acting so chipper and giggly despite his veiled anxiousness. To be fair, Jackson thought that Andrew was pretty cute in his own right, but the cat wasn't the type to hide such things.
The human watched in quiet shock as Jackson guided him in an unmistakable manner. Time seemed to slow as his intentions solidified, finally connecting palm to crotch. Andrew felt his hand pressed against the bulging fabric of the cat's ridged pants as a familiar voice began to whisper to him.
“Not to be impolite, but I'm pretty sure that you want this, right?"
Andrew's eyes were almost glazed over, his veins aflame with adrenaline. The cat certainly wasn't wrong, but this was completely unlike the timid person Andrew had been chatting with moments earlier.
Both answering and avoiding the question, Andrew began to speak.
“We're in public!"
He was clearly embarrassed, voice chattering with unease, and the feline's grin grew larger.
“Nobody's watching. Why don't you take a peek at what's in there?"
Andrew couldn't believe this was really happening. Sure, everyone else seemed rather distracted, but was he actually going through with this? Before his brain could get into the details of that question, he felt his hand nervously undo the zipper beneath.
A spire of constrained cat-meat slapped against his palm, leaving a slimy residue. He looked into Jackson's eyes, begging for confirmation, and the cat's smile revealed all.
Slowly, Andrew's gaze turned downwards, the bright light of the afternoon illuminating what now lie in his grip. Jackson's penis was growing from its meaty sheath into Andrew's hand, the bright red flesh adorned with barbs. The hot redness was throbbing, a bit over six inches long and thick enough that the human's hand could only barely close around it. He slowly began to explore the pole further, but was cut off.
“Zip me back up."
Andrew certainly wasn't expecting that. He felt a surge of panic creeping over him. Had he gone too far somehow? Had the feline changed his mind? His mind swam in worry as he reluctantly tucked the hard member back into the pants, sealing it with a zipper.
“Good. Come with me."
The cat gracefully stood up from the picnic table, swinging his backpack over his shoulder and walking towards the forest. Things became much clearer to the human.
The two stood face to face, about a meter apart. They had left the clearing and backed into the forest, the dense cover of trees a much better environment for what Jackson had planned next. The cat didn't waste time, quickly undoing his own pants. His clawed fingers pushed the waist of his corduroys down to his knees, and he leaned against a nearby tree. He was still erect, the barbed length springing out again as it was unpacked.
“Alright, you can get back to work now."
Andrew was still stunned at Jackson's transformation in character. He had seemed timid and introverted, and suddenly he was bold and commanding, almost expectant. The human stepped forwards and crouched down, getting onto his knees. His thoughts were transient and his actions automatic - his mind racing yet somehow at peace. The leaves were damp against his jeans, but his mind was too saturated with other matters to care. In such near proximity to the cat-cock, the musk Andrew had earlier noticed was increased tenfold. It had already been strong and alluring, but now it crashed on his senses like a wave, salty and unequivocally male.
Before the human could take initiative, he felt clawed digits grasp the back of his head. Disproving his expectations, the cat also grabbed his member, bringing the two into a union. Musky wet flesh was smeared on Andrew's face, teasing at his lips, drooling under his nose, and occasionally pressing against his closed eyes.
“You're going to smell like me for a while now," Jackson said. The idea both petrified and aroused Andrew.
The heavy saltiness of the cat blanketed him, the oily and almost pungent odour clinging to his nostrils and staining his skin. Wiping a bead of pre off on the human's chin, Jackson suddenly guided his barbed tip to Andrew's mouth. With a shallow thrust, the head was in his mouth, every fantasy seeming to coalesce into one moment. It tasted the same as it smelled, but the sensation was more intimate. Dry salt cradled Andrew's tongue, accented by a mild tanginess.
Seemingly satisfied by starting the kneeling man on the first inch of his tapering flesh, Jackson released his hand from the back of Andrew's head. The human realized, at some level, that control was his now. He was forced to think again, to decide how far he would take things with this cat he had met so recently.
His decision, although somewhat harrowing, did not take long.
Barbs along the head of the cat's member easily folded back at the ministrations of his tongue. The flavour was on the edge of overpowering, and Andrew could feel his own cock throbbing as he began to lather more of the felinity in his saliva. His hand brushed up the cat's densely furred leg, cradling the inside of his thigh as it approached the two egg-sized orbs dangling next to it. He fondled the fuzzed sac with his left hand, feeling the heavy balls drift under the scrotum.
Andrew's sucking increased in pace. As Jackson began to soothingly purr, the human brought his free hand to his own confined member, freeing it from his jeans and beginning to stroke himself. The cat's clawed paws were on his head again, assisting him as he plunged his mouth down over the salty pulsating slickness. The barbs tickled at the back of his tongue, small drizzles of pre sputtering against his throat as he pulled against them. Andrew felt his nose being thrust against the cat's oily pubic fur as Jackson began to hump his mouth harder. Jackson's dilated sheath kissed the human's moist lips at each apex, where the tapering thickness reached almost two inches. Andrew was jerking himself off frantically now, overridden with tastes, smells, and the sheer taboo of what he was doing. The peach sized scrotum he held in his other hand was clenching, the heavy testes pulling up in preparation to release the potent seed from their core.
The next thrust was harder than any before. Andrew's mouth was held against the feline's sheath as Jackson mewled viscerally. A heavy glut of cat cum belted the human's throat, glazing his esophagus with hot seed. Andrew tried his best to swallow, but he awkwardly coughed around the barbed thickness in his mouth. Jackson's grip let off, kindly letting the human adjust and get a quick breath in through his nose. The plump and productive orbs were hardly finished, and rhythmic volleys of cat spunk began to baste Andrew's mouth. Andrew felt an incredible rush at tasting feline seed for the first time. It was richly savoury, saltier than even the meat alone, deeply bitter, and strongly sour. The individual components were repugnant, but together they weaved the most incredible thing Andrew could recall tasting.
Despite the endless filling of his mouth, Andrew swallowed the globs of semen that almost burned on his tongue. The mere thought of doing this was enough to send the smaller man over the edge, and he shot his own load up through the air, his comparatively miniscule emission settling into the forest floor beneath them.
Still locked together mouth-to-crotch, the two waited in the forest for their orgasms to subside. The powerful shots from Jackson's cock transformed into a slow trickle, ensuring the human swallowed down every last drop.
He did.
Minutes later, Andrew removed the penis from his mouth and stood back up. He wasn't sure what to say, given the peculiarity and possibly insanity of the situation. Jackson chuckled - he could easily see that the human's face was blushing beet red, both from embarrassment and exertion. He grinned, exposing his fangs, and pulled Andrew's face closer. The cat's rough tongue probed at his lips, and Andrew limply allowed it in. Their tongues played softly, the kiss ending quickly thereafter so they could both continue catching their breath. paws over Andrew's shoulders, Jackson began to whisper through his (understandably) catlike grin.
“See you in class tomorrow."
A final lick on the cheek signaled the agile man's departure, quickly spinning around and running out of the forest and towards his next class. Quivering and exhausted from the exhilaration of the prior events, Andrew followed suit.
Sorry for being a bit late with this one! On a side note, I'm not really sure what you guys want me to write - I'm kind of just trying to fill in gaps where there isn't much written (So far, snakes and cat/human). If you wouldn't mind, I'd appreciate it if you could let me know if you want more stuff like this, or if I should try to develop something more story based (like Frictionless).
Thanks for reading!