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Brian sighed to himself, head in his hand as he sat on one of the concrete benches that littered the tree-filled quad of his new school, watching the other furs go about their lives in the golden afternoon sun. The chubby fox was done with his classes for that late October Friday, yet unlike seemingly everyone else on campus he had no one to see and nowhere to go. Nowhere except his dorm, of course, but he had no reason to want to be there. He'd played dorm-mate roulette, and did he ever lose; he'd managed to land not one, not two, but THREE douche bags who were loud, obnoxious, insulting, and borderline abuse to the timid, fat, friendless fox. Brian chastised himself internally for the umpteenth time that day for daring to think college would be any different than the small, backwater high school he'd just left.

He was just about to pick up his bag and move on when suddenly the only bright spot of his dismal, short collegiate career so far walked into his view. Or, more appropriately, the only bright stripe as the large tiger he shared a couple classes with (and on whom he'd fostered an enormous crush) chatted animatedly with a smaller, more lithe cougar. He couldn't hear what they were saying as they were still too far from him, but both large felines seemed pleased about something. Brian felt his cock twitch slightly in his raggedy jeans as he looked at the handsome tiger --Charlie, as he'd discovered the first day of their first class together-- up and down. He wasn't positive, but he was pretty sure the feline was an athlete of some kind; his jeans, plain black tee and jacket barely held in his thick, muscular frame and he moved with an undeniable grace.

Brian placed the old blue backpack he'd had since his middle school days in front of him to hide his bulge, but his caution apparently wasn't really necessary as, after a quick fist-bump, the object of his desire walked the opposite way. A hot wash of embarrassment crashed over his round cheeks, however, as the cougar turned to his direction and their eyes met. The fox quickly looked down, pretending to be searching for something in his bag. When he'd judged enough time had passed he looked back up only to be met by the same amber colored eyes. His own emerald eyes darted back down again, heart pounding in his chest, desperately hoping whatever the feline had in mind would pass on.

"Hey, cute hoodie."

The fox almost shrieked when he heard those words so close to him. Somehow in just a few seconds the cougar managed to cover the distance between them while making no sound whatsoever! He'd already braced himself for whatever was coming next when what the slender feline had said finally hit him and he was more confused than anything. Did this jock --he assumed he was a jock, otherwise the Track and Field t-shirt he was wearing was a tad misleading-- just compliment him? Using the word 'cute' to describe his beat-to-hell-and-back dark green hoodie that barely held in his lumpy bulk no less?

"Ooh, um, thanks," he squeaked out, still looking down.

"Welcome! And that's quite an interesting pin you have there, too."

'And there it is,' thought the fox to himself, his eyes squeezing shut.

After years of hiding who and what he was from his family, classmates, everybody, he'd made the tentative decision to try and be a bit more open about it. He's gone online, found the smallest (hey, baby steps, right?) rainbow pin he could find and put it on his backpack. And now here he was, about to get beaten up for it. Of course it wasn't like he'd never been hit before.

"O-oh?"

"Yep, though why so small? I mean, I thought mine was conservative, but you could barely see that one!"

Confused, Brian looked up at the cougar and noticed for the first time a moderately sized rainbow pin on his jacket! A wave of relief and euphoria came over him upon the realization that not only was he not in for a bruising but he'd met another gay guy for the first time --that he knew of, anyway-- in real life and not just online! He was so happy he felt like he could cry as the slightly older fur sat down next to him with a grunt.

"I'm Greg, by the way, nice to meet ya," he said excitedly, extending a sandy-furred hand.

"Brian," the fox said, returning the warm handshake.

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Before either the young mammals knew it, they'd spent the better part of an hour on that bench talking. As it turned out they had similar backgrounds, both coming from small towns filled with small-minded people; however, Greg took it as a challenge while Brian just tried to survive. Their conversation came to an abrupt end as the cougar happened to look down at his phone to check the time.

"Shit! Sorry man, I gotta take off, have some stuff to get together."

"That's ok, it was nice meeting you."

"You too! In fact, are you doing anything tonight," Greg asked as he gathered his bag and slung it over one shoulder.

"Um, well no, not really. Why?"

"The roomies and me're having a little get together, you should come!"

"Oh I don't know about that," Brian said, looking down and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why not?"

"Well, you said you live off campus right? I don't have a car or anything so I have no way of getting there."

"Pfft, yes you do, I can come back and pick you up! Think you can be out by the main entrance by 8?"

"I guess so," he said, still not convinced it was such a good idea. As much as he'd come to like the chatty feline, he wouldn't know anyone else there.

"Good, it's settled! See you at 8!"

Greg gave the shy fox a quick one-armed hug and trotted off, leaving Brian to his own devices. He looked down at his own phone and saw it was getting close to 6pm already. He grabbed his own bag and slid his arms through the straps, waddling off --happily, for once-- to his dorm. He had just enough time to shower, pick out an outfit and find something to munch on before he had to meet his new friend.

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It was a beautiful night! The air had that type of invigorating chill that was only felt in Autumn, the last of the fireflies yet to find a mate even this late in the year twinkled lazily, and the full moon was glowing brightly. The night sky and flickering stars resembled a back-lit canopy of black felt with an uncountable collection of holes punched through, and the wind held the scent and sound of fallen leaves. Unfortunately, all of that was lost on Brian.

It was a half past 8 and there was still no sign of the young cougar. The fat fox sat on the grass, fighting back tears and chastising himself. How could he possibly be so stupid, of course that guy wasn't planning on showing up! Of course it was all some kind of prank! He'd dared to think college could maybe be different from his high school experience, and he was going to pay for it.

He'd completely given up, and had just made the decision to walk to the local ramen place to drown his sorrows in noodles, when he was blinded by the headlights of a car screeching to a halt in front of him.

"Dude, I am SO so sorry," Greg said apologetically as he practically leaped out of the car, "I completely lost track of time and didn't have your number!"

He dashed over to where the bewildered fox sat, taking a knee right in front of him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you ok, man?"

"Oh yeah, of course," Brian lied, quickly rubbing the sleeve of his hoodie across his eyes and hoping the cougar didn't catch their dewiness.

"Good," he exclaimed, helping the young fox up to his sneaker-clad feet.

"But yeah, as I was saying," he said as they walked the few steps to his car, a beat-up maroon Saturn that was probably older than him, "I was getting some shit ready then some people showed up early and before I knew it I was late! I guess it was kinda stupid of me to not get your number earlier, at least I could've texted ya and told you."

"It's ok, really," the fox said as he squeezed him considerable bulk into the car's passenger bucket seat.

There was a certain smell permeating the interior that was vaguely familiar to him but he couldn't place why or what it was. His curiosity however was soon satiated as Greg reached over and pulled a blunt and a lighter from the glove box in front of him. Brian had never tried the strong-smelling herb himself, but he was use to that smell pouring out from under the door of his parents' room back home.

Greg took a hit, holding the smoke in his lungs as he offered the rolled object to his passenger. The fox was a little nervous about riding in a vehicle with an illegal substance, and even more nervous about the chance of him being caught with it, but his new friend's casual manner about it helped reassure him somewhat. He took it and held it to his lips, taking a big --far too big for a beginner-- puff and immediately began coughing and hacking as he passed it back. He might've just been lightheaded from coughing, but he did feel a bit more relaxed than he had. He definitely felt ready to face a houseful of new people now!

It didn't take long, maybe 10 minutes tops, until they pulled up to the house Greg shared with three roommates. It was a rundown ranch house, all alone at the end of a dead end street, and there were already a dozen cars or so scattered about in the yard and road. Rock music pounded from inside, easily heard from where they parked thanks to all the doors and windows being open to the chilly fall air, and there were strings of orange lights and light-up plastic pumpkins everywhere.

Their shoes crunched through dead leaves as they walked up to the front stoop, the cougar stepping aside to usher Brian in first. Their were young furs everywhere, just about all of them had either a dark brown beer bottle or a red solo cup clutched in their hand; standing in clusters, holding down positions on various couches and chairs, or enjoying a live band playing a rockabilly cover of Bert Convy's 'The Monster Hop' in the huge open space that was the living room while a clip compilation of old black and white horror movies flickered silently on the TV screen. The room was decorated in more orange lights, with paper cutout bats, pumpkins, and skeletons everywhere.

Despite it being so close to Halloween, it hadn't even occurred to the young fox costumes might be involved. In fact, he was the only one there he could see who WASN'T dressed up in some kind of cheap or slutty (and occasionally both) outfit; even Greg had a vampire thing going on he hadn't even noticed til just then thanks to the darkness outside! He felt even more out of place than usual in his regular street cloths --in this case nicer jeans, a green button-up and a dark grey cardigan-- though no one else seemed to be paying much attention.

"Hey man, need a drink?"

"Yeah I could go for somethi......." Brian's reply trailed off as he turned to look in the direction of the speaker, expecting to see the cougar, only to be confronted by the object of his lust, the huge tiger Charlie! He was looking even more amazing than usual in a very revealing toga, clearly a former bedsheet, that showed off his bulging chest, arms and shoulders quite stunningly, and the laurel --which appeared to be made from green paper "leaves" all hastily glued together-- on his head stood out against his orange fur very well. He was carrying two plastic cups, and he offered one to the suddenly mute fox.

He took the beverage in a shaking hand, almost spilling it all over himself in the process, and quickly took a huge gulp. Big mistake; it was his first alcoholic drink, a rum and soda, and whoever'd made it had gone very light indeed on the soda part of the recipe! He coughed and sputtered as the liquid seared a path from his mouth straight to his ponderous gut.

"Whoa, easy there, bro," the tiger said attentively, patting the fox's back with surprising gentleness, "take it slow, ya got all night!"

"S- *coughcough* sorry," he choked out, thoroughly embarrassed, hoping his red fur was enough to camouflage the red spreading across his face.

"No worries, bro," he replied good-naturedly. "Anyway, I'm Charlie, I think we have a couple classes together, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," the fox said, over his previous humiliation now that he knew the gorgeous cat recognized him...sorta. "I'm Brian!"

"Nice knowing ya, Brian, and welcome to mi casa!"

"You live here? So you're one of Greg's roomies then, right?"

"That's right," Charlie said, "Greg'n me've known each other since we were freshmen. So you know Greg, and now you know me; have you met anyone else?"

"N-no, not really."

The fat fox gasped as he found an enormously powerful striped arm wrapped around him.

"Well shit bro, no time like the present, right, let's start the intros!"

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It was a whirlwind night for Brian! Before he even knew it Charlie had introduced him to just about everyone at the party, and in no time at all the contacts list on his phone had tripled and the number of his Faceborg friends followed at the same pace, but more importantly than that he got to know more and more about the huge tiger leading him around! He learned he was the middle of three brothers, came from a well-to-do family of a doctor father and a lawyer mother, and that he'd came to college on a football scholarship as a lineman but an injury to his knee had left him benched for the entire season though he still worked out as much as he could and the physical therapy had made sure he hadn't lost any muscle mass.

However, as the night went on the barrage of sights, sounds, and people began to overwhelm him, and the alcohol, which at first had been fun and lowered his inhibitions, had taken him to a level of intoxication which was no longer fun. Around 2am he was falling down drunk, his vision compromised to the point he couldn't distinguish faces anymore, and he was more than a little terrified. Someone, he couldn't tell who, leaned close to his face and said something, but it was muffled, like the way one hears noises underwater. The last thing he remembered before total darkness overtook him was a vague sense of being carried somewhere.

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He groaned groggily and painfully as consciousness slowly returned to him. His mouth tasted like he'd licked the pavement outside of a busy bus station, and his head felt as if it'd been stuffed with so much cotton is was one flick away from exploding altogether. He slowly opened his eyes, which felt as though they'd been glued shut, and was momentarily blinded by sunlight streaming in through a window across from him. He was on his side in bed, a trash can, clearly put there in case he needed to vomit, on the floor next to him. He almost rolled over and went back to sleep when realization finally struck his alcohol-slowed mind; he had no idea whose room this was!

A small squeak of fear escaped his parched lips as a snore sounded out behind him. He looked over his shoulder as fast as his aching head and neck would allow to see Charlie, still in his revealing toga, laying on his back sound asleep! He quickly looked down at his own body and saw he was, thankfully, still fully clothed, the only thing removed from him were his shoes. He saw them laying on the floor, and the only thought that went through his head was 'haven't you embarrassed yourself enough, idiot, grab them and get out of here!' He shot up into a sitting position way to fast, croaking a yelp of pain as the room spun and the fire behind his forehead grew hotter. He closed his eyes and cradled his head in his hands trying to will everything to stop just long enough for his to put his shoes back on bolt.

He had to bite back a scream as a hand touched his back; he'd been so focused on trying to keep all his insides on the inside he didn't even hear the tiger stir.

"Mornin' bro," Charlie said, himself not sounding like he was doing much better than Brian, "or, good afternoon I guess."

Brian dug his phone, its battery almost dead, out of his pocket, and saw it was, in fact, after noon. Well after, in fact, it was going on 3pm! He'd never slept past 9 in the morning in his life, and here he was just coming too six hours later!

"G'afternoon," he said, voice barely above a whisper.

"You drank a shit-ton, it bein' your first time and all, you feeling ok?"

"Feel like I was hit by a bus."

"Heh *ow fuck my head* yeah I'd guess so, man."

The tiger, unleashing several more pained groans and choice expletives, slowly sat up and got to his feet. Brian watched as he walked over to a closet on the wall parallel to the foot of the bed. Much to the fox's surprise, Charlie, apparently completely unconcerned about someone else being in the room with him, let his makeshift toga drop to the floor, unveiling his entire nude body. The fat fox had to clasp both hands over his rising erection, trying to force it down, as he removed a pair of jeans and a black sweatshirt from the closet and pulled them on. He strolled over to the young fox and extended his hand.

"Here bro, lemme help you up and we'll see if we can't find something to help."

He allowed the powerful tiger to help him to his feet and they walked out the door, down a short hall and out into the shared living area. It looked like the bus Brian felt hit him crashed into the room right after! Bottles, cans, and solo cups littered the floor and cluttered every available flat surface. The carpet was stained and filthy, though it'd been dark when he'd seen it so that might've just been it's natural state. One of the light strands had been ripped down and lay in a black coil on the floor, and someone had even punched a hole in one of the walls! On top of that the place reeked of reefer and beer, so much so the fox thought he might be sick right then and there.

"Ya know, it looks more and more unlikely we'll ever see that security deposit back every time we throw a little get-together," Charlie said as he walked over and started opening windows to air the place out. Brian giggled at the understatement; he'd just been thinking the same thing.

They entered the kitchen and found two more of the house's occupants, Greg and a gorilla by the name of Teddy. The cougar was at the oven cooking something that, despite the sick feeling in the fox's stomach, smelled amazing, while Teddy was just finishing a story.

"...and I ate her pussy all night, bro! No joke, my jaw still hurts!"

"Ugh, you straights are so gross," he said teasingly, noticing the two other men walking in. "Hey, finishing up some eggs-in-a-basket for you two."

"Man, you're really to good for this house," Charlie said as they sat on stools around a kitchen island which had clearly seen better days. The tiger gently nudged the smaller, chubby fox. "Just wait til you taste these things, dude, they are, like, the king of hangover food cures!"

A plate appeared in front of him containing something he'd never seen before. There were two slices of bread, fried in butter, with a hole cute in the center of each. In the empty space of both was a fried egg. He had his reservations, but he had to admit they tasted amazing, and the tiger was right, while he still hurt a little he was way better than when he'd woken!

After they'd eaten their fill, Teddy went off to work and the three other moved to the main living space with garbage bags to start the cleanup. Both felines told Brian he didn't need to help, but he insisted on it after such a good meal. With the three of them working at once it didn't take long at all, and the fox was told he could just chill out in Charlie's room while the two of felines grabbed showers in the house's two bathrooms.

Brian's phone had died, but he noticed he and the tiger had the same type so he plugged his friend's charger in and decided to kill some time on Faceborg. Use to maybe one or two notifications a day, when was dumbfounded when he opened the app to see 236 next to the little bell icon at the top! He clicked and found he'd been tagged in an avalanche of pictures taken last night he hadn't even been aware of. What was even more surprising was how in almost every one the tiger was next to him with an arm around his shoulders or looped around the small of his back. His hopes momentarily rose, but he mashed them back down. After all, Charlie hadn't given any indication he wasn't straight. No, he had to just be a touchy kind of guy, and hey, it made sense he'd be super comfortable in his sexuality after all those year in locker rooms.

The fox's train of thought quickly derailed as Charlie, dripping wet and clad only in a towel wrapped about his waist, sauntered into the room.

"Shit bro, I feel like a new man!"

Brian's hands dropped down to cover his crotch, hoping against all hope it looked natural and not like he was hiding an erection.

"Glad you feel better. Is it ok I'm using your charger?"

"Sure thing, my dude," he replied cheerfully. "Hey, you wanna hop in the shower too, help clear out that last little bit of hangover?"

"I don't wanna be a bother."

"No bother at all! You can use the bathroom right down the hall on the left, it's the one me'n Teddy share so you won't be in anyone's way. You can even use my toothbrush, it's the red one in the cup by the sink."

Brian eased up to his feet, quickly stuffing his hands in his pocket to hold his hard cock down and hopefully out of sight. "I appreciate it, Charlie."

"No problem, bro."

He watched as the chubby fox walked out of the room, then turned around and let the sopping towel hit the carpeted floor as he reached into a draw to grab a clean pair of underwear. A sassy whistle as he pulled them up and over his generous rump and genitals made him spin around to see Greg standing in the open doorway.

"Whatever happened to knocking, bro?"

"You know I never knock," the cougar replied playfully as he walked in and took a seat on the edge of Charlie's bed, "wouldn't want to miss something for the sake of 'politeness.'"

"Yeah yeah yeah," the tiger muttered absentmindedly as he turned back around to dig a pair of pants and a T-shirt emblazoned with the logo of his football team across the front out of the open closet. There was a brief silence before the smaller, more lithe cougar spoke up again.

"Soooooo, what happened last night?"

"Whaddya mean?"

"You know, with you and Brian! Did you two, ya know...?"

"Dude, no!"

"Why not," A confused Greg said, "I thought you liked him?"

"I DO like him, but come on, he was dead drunk! Would've been wrong to take advantage of him like that."

"Yeah, I suppose you're right. So what now?"

The big tiger, usually a wellspring of confidence, suddenly seemed shy and reserved. "Well, when he's done in the bathroom I was gonna ask 'im if he wanted to go to a movie or grab a bite or something. Does that sound lame? That sounds lame, doesn't it?"

"It doesn't sound lame, just be more definitive and not so vague about your intentions, alright?"

"Yeah, you're right bro, don't know why I'm so nervous about it. Anyway, what're you up to tod............?"

Brian darted back down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door as quietly as he could. He hadn't meant to eavesdrop on the two friends' conversation, he'd only wanted to ask which of the two bottles of shampoo he could use when he heard his name come up between them and chosen to listen instead of make himself known. He was so dumbfounded by the things he'd heard he wanted to slap himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming them! A guy like that, liking a guy like him? It simply buggered belief! As he moved quickly down the hall, if felt far more like floating on clouds than walking.

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"Feel better," Charlie asked from his reclined position on his bed, taking his eyes off his phone to watch the chubby fox walk into his room. He thought nothing of Brian closing the door as he entered, instead sitting up and shifting to the edge of the bed.

"Much better," the younger fur said, "in fact, I've never been more clear-headed."

"Ok, cool," the muscular tiger said, a bit confused by that answer. "Well, I, um, I kinda have something I wanna ask you....."

Brian smiled. The tiger was just so cute when he was shy, twiddling his fingers and looking every else but where the fox stood! However, as adorable as it was to watch him squirm and stumble over his words, he decided to put him out of his flustered misery. The chubby fox had spent all his time in the bathroom thinking over how he wanted to handle things, and he'd come to the conclusion that actions speak louder than words. Before Charlie could even get close to the actual 'asking out' part of asking him out, Brian rushed over and, taking his cheeks in his pudgy hands, planted a kiss right on the surprised tiger's lips!

At first Brian thought he'd made a terrible mistake, feeling the tiger stiffen up almost like he was about to pull away, but that notion was dispelled the moment he felt powerful hands grab his wide hips and pull him closer. He moaned with pleasure as he felt the kiss returned, those massive paws sliding under his shirt to rub and scratch his flabby back. The fox broke off the kiss, but only for a moment to grab his shirt from the bottom and whip it up over his head, fully exposing his round, jiggly, white belly and pecs, and tossing it aside. Charlie followed suit, showing off that muscular chest/soft belly combo Brian had been lusting over for a full semester.

The fox fell into the tiger's waiting arms, playfully pushing until Charlie was flat on his back and he was on top. Their lips met again, tongues intertwining in and exploring each others' mouths. The older male couldn't help but chuckle as a slow, teasing stroke from his thumb and forefinger to Brian's nipple made the fox exclaim a passionate whimper and grind his denim-covered crotch against his own. He used the distraction to flip the younger man onto his back, straightening his legs so they were lengthwise on the bed and then straddling his thick thighs.

All his life Charlie had, for reasons he never really knew or understood, had a lustful obsession with big, round, soft bellies, and he thought the fox had the cutest belly he'd ever seen. He gently stroked, patted, and kneaded the flabby white-furred stomach in front of him, occasionally bending down to administer a lick around the edge of the navel --which made the fox giggle under his breath as it was a ticklish spot for him-- or simply press his face into the soft flesh. Brian whimpered and moaned eyes closed in bliss, under the ministrations being down to his belly; he had no idea he liked being touched like that in an area that had given him nothing but anxiety his whole life, but apparently he did! He mewled, biting his lower lip in pleasure as two massive hands reached up to tenderly tease and tweak his pink nipples while the rough tongue of the feline wiggled its way inside his deep, cavernous belly button.

The muscular tiger slid his hands from Brian's nipples down over his soft belly --Charlie thought it felt like warm risen bread dough-- and down to the button of his jeans. He unbuttoned them and grabbed the metallic tab of his fly, drawing it down and separating the interlocking teeth of its bond. He broke away from his belly worship and gripped the ample waist of the fox's pants and underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion, tossing both on the floor. His mouth watered and saliva threatened to drip from his slack jaw as he saw what the younger male had hidden away in that denim prison.

"Holy shit, bro," he exclaimed, "you're huge!"

"Am I?"

He reached down and gripped his ten inch, throbbing cock around its two inch wide shaft, "I thought this was average! I'm small in my family."

"Damn baby, not to be gross or nothin' but I kinda want to meet your family," Charlie said as he slipped his sweatpants down to show his own seven incher.

Brian licked his chops as he watched the tiger's bright red cock bob as he spoke, a tiny shimmering pearl of precum just starting to form at the tip of his bulb, the way starving characters lick their's in cartoons when they suddenly see their friend as a steak or fried drumstick. The chubby little fox could, under certain situations and stimulation, be surprisingly fast and strong; it most definitely surprised Charlie, who, before he could even process what was happening, found himself flung onto his back and stripped of his sweatpants. He gasped loudly and threw his head back, eyes squeezed tight in pleasure, as the younger male began to lap slowly at his hard rod from the base to the tip and back down again, over and over.

The fox savored the erect member in front of him, the first he'd ever played with, drinking in its musky scent, its somewhat salty taste, and its lovely warmth. He also savored the sights and sounds every little flourish of his tongue and lips drew from the big, thick tiger. Despite the situation he chuckled as he lightly suckled his leaking cockhead, amused that such a big, strong guy, a guy he'd been way too intimidated of to even think of approaching, was squirming and mewling under him. He pushed these thoughts from his head and focused fully on pleasing Charlie, slowly taking more and more of his length into his hot maw, softly kneading his heavy white-furred balls with one hand while the other rubbed the tiger's muscle gut.

It took a while for his mouth and throat to adjust to such a new sensation, but by taking things nice and slow he finally managed to swallow all seven inches of throbbing tiger meat. It felt strange, but wonderful at the same time! Spurred on by the euphoric noises the older male was making, he slowly pulled back until just the tip was enclosed, then went all the way down again. He did it over and over again, relishing the fresh squirt of precum that dribbled down the back of his throat and the chorus of 'oh fuck' and 'you're so fucking good' and 'please don't stop' every time his lips made contact with with the base of the shaft.

However, as much as he wanted to swallow every drop of the tiger's load, he had other plans.

"Dude, something wrong," Charlie asked, confused, as the hot throat and mouth he'd been enjoying lifted completely away from him.

"No," the fox replied, starting to kiss and nibble his way down the older male's left leg, starting at his inner thigh, "I just have something I wanna try."

The tiger's confusion to Brian's statement grew as the chubby fox moved further down his leg, not really knowing what he could possibly want to 'try.' Things snapped immediately into focus, however, as a tongue suddenly slurped up the broad, black sole of his left foot! He gasped, clamping his muzzle shut with his hand to stifle the giggles that wanted to bubble out, as his ticklish, tender paw was liberally licked and kissed with gusto by the younger male. It took every ounce of control he had to not kick the rotund vulpine as that evil tongue of his poked and lapped at his thick toes.

"Is this ok," the fox asked as he kissed the tips of the feline's plump toes.

"Yeeheheheah, just tihihihihickles!"

"Oh, sorry, how about this?"

Brian's lips parted and he took the tiger's big toe into his mouth, gently suckling it like a baby with a bottle.

"That's way better, bro," Charlie said, giggles replaced with soft moaning as the fox's tongue lightly enfolded the pudgy digit.

Brian slowly and passionately sucked, moving along down the line of slightly wiggling toes, giving each plenty of attention. He looked up and noticed with much satisfaction the tiger was absentmindedly stroking himself, his eyes closed and face wreathed in bliss. The fox switched over to his so-far untouched right foot, administering the same oral attention to those gently squirming phalanges.

As the last delicious digit popped out of his mouth he gripped the tiger's ankles and began to lift them up, starting to bend the older male at his middle. Charlie immediately understood what he was trying to achieve; he grabbed his thighs and braced them so his legs were up in the air, exposing his tailhole. Brian laid flat --as flat as his large gut would allow him to, anyway-- and edged to within a hairsbreadth of his hole, teasingly blowing cool air across it, watching lustily as the ring of muscle twitched in need.

He thought about taking his time and starting slowly, but he was simply to revved for that sort of thing. Charlie let out a startled, overwhelmed groan as the fat fox dived right in tongue first, lapping at the twitching circle like it was a rapidly melting ice cream cone. Despite the recent shower, the horny tiger had built up a decent level of musk already, a level of musk Brian was thoroughly enjoying as he formed his pink tongue into a tub and wiggled his way inside his lover's tailhole. As much as the vulpine loved eating his ass, heavy balls draped on the top of his snout, he could tell by the gaping of his hole and the steady stream of precum dribbling down onto his face that Charlie was more than ready for the final stage. Of course, his own throbbing, aching member thirsting to be sheathed helped convince him as well.

He raised up onto his knees and gently pushed the tiger's striped legs further back, lifting his posterior up into the perfect level. Charlie looked up at him with pleasing eyes as he placed the leaking tip of his ten inch rod right against his pucker, silently begging him to come inside. Brian was more than happy to oblige, both moaning loudly as his head broke through the ring of muscle, saliva and precum mixing to form a perfect lube as he slowly sunk inch by inch into the feline's hot, accommodating ass.

"Fuck I can't believe it all fit," Charlie exclaimed throatily as the fox's 10-inch member sank in all the way to the hilt.

Brian's mind was to enraptured to reply, the hot, soft tube of muscle pressing against every bit of his hard-on was all he could think about. The fox, usually the time to analyze and overthink, for once allowed his mind to take the backseat and let his instinct take over. His round, flabby belly and chest jiggled like a fuzzy water balloon as he pounded into the tiger's whole, not even noticing Charlie wrapping his thick striped legs around his wait. Nor did he notice how the older feline had reached down and was rubbing his soft tummy against his own flaming-red cock, effectively fucking his belly.

Charlie roared in ecstasy, the surprisingly ferocious pounding being administered by the shy fox a heady mix of pleasure and pain. His tailhole burned and ached, but the way the younger man's cock hammered his prostate made it easily the best fucking he'd ever received. He could feel his orgasm building as he ground against the super soft, wobbling belly of Brian's belly. The tiger's entire body clenched, his toes curled, and with one final bed-rumbling roar he came, painting his own face, chest, and stomach with his seed.

The sight and scent of the tiger covered in jizz, coupled with the tightening of his sphincter muscle, was all the fox needed. Noises deeper and more guttural than he knew he was capable of emitting exploded from his muzzle as he shot his load deep into Charlie's gut with such incredible force the older male could actually feel it splatter. His balls empty, Brian's strength was completely gone. His thighs quivered with strain from the position he was in. After gently pulling out, oddly proud as he watched a tiny stream of his off-white seed dribble from his well-used hole, he collapsed into the muscular arms of the tiger. He smiled as he laid his head on his chest as those arms wrapped tightly around him, lightly scratching his back.

"That was fuckin' amazing, bro!"

"Mmm hmm, sorry I didn't last very long, my first time."

"No prob, bro," the tiger said, kissing the top of his sweaty head, "I didn't last either so I guess it's cool! You're just too good!"

They were silent for several minutes, still trying to come down from their sexual high, stroking and snuggling one another, before Charlie broke the silence.

"So, wanna get a bite somewhere?"

Brian thought for a moment. "I could eat."