Just a Hookup
I wasn't much for hookups, not that I would know since the only guy I had ever been with had been my last boyfriend of four years. Something about meeting someone for the sole purpose of putting things in each other felt very impersonal to me. Nevertheless, this didn't stop me from downloading the hookup app that I was scrolling through. Between debating if I was hot enough to pursue someone and whether the guy was normal looking enough to hold a decent conversation, I had trouble clicking on anyone.
I thought that I made my profile good enough to get some attention. My cover photo showed my otter self in the speedo that I wear when I go swimming. It's not a very revealing photo since it was taken before i got into water, matting down my fur and revealing every curve of my body. Liam, age 24, 5'8". Body type: Average (whatever that means). Interests: As you can see, I like to swim as my form of exercise, but i am by no means an athlete. Otherwise you could probably find me reading a book at a cafe, or working all day on my computer at home.
I thought about waiting for someone to show interest in me and go from there, but this nagging bulge was making it difficult to be patient. I was nearing the end of the list of guys that I was able to see when my phone buzzed in my paws. I tapped the message that I received and checked out the guy.
Darren, Lion, 46 (just shy of twice Liam's age) 6'2" 195 pounds. His profile featured a picture of the lion in a club rugby uniform holding the ball in one arm and wiping sweat off of his forehead with the other. I could notice a not so well hidden bulge through the mesh of his shorts. His fur was slightly damp in the picture allowing one to see his muscles with much more definition. By the picture, I knew that he had already determined that he was out of his league. His profile read: just looking for a little fun and buddy to drink some scotch with. The otter's long thick tail started thumping against the floor as he read the message, "Hey there, I like your pics. Would you wanna meet up sometime?" This is the furthest that I had gotten so far, which isn't saying much since I'd been at it for all of five minutes, but in that sex driven haze, it might as well have been three hours.
"You're not so bad yourself," I typed, then immediately erased. 'Not so bad yourself? He's hot as fuck,' I thought. "Yeah, sounds like fun," I finally sent after a few more retries at typing something that sounds normal to me. The bulge in my pants wouldn't relent at the thought of getting to see more of the lion than his profile allows.
"How does now sound? Wanna come over?" I could feel my face heating up as my tail started thumping even more. I was very quick to reply a short and to the point "yes". The next thing that I received was an address and another picture from the lion. Probably from the same day as his profile picture, but this time, without a shirt. Looking at the thickness of the lion made me jump out of my chair and rush to get out of my house and towards the lion as quick as I could. I quickly showered, brushed my teeth, combed my fur, put on cologne and deodorant, and ran out of my apartment, barely remembering to grab my keys and lock the door.
I entered the address into my phone which showed that it would take about 5 minutes to arrive at this guy's place. As I walked, I noticed that the streets were pretty empty at 2 am. I noticed a tigress stumbling around in a silver sequin dress and heels that may as well have been stilts with how high they were. Her white and orange fur tinged black by her running eyeliner. It was clear that she wasn't having a very good night. I thought for a second that it could be quite the opposite. I sure was hoping to gag hard on this lion cock enough to make his eyes water. Maybe she had just got some really good dick and that's why she was having trouble walking straight. The thought of being fucked so hard that I'd have trouble walking back home made the bulge that had been developing since the very first text grow even further.
I turned the corner and found the house number that had been given to him. I got a bit giddy. I had to stop myself from running a little out of nervousness and excitement. I remembered what my mother had said so many years ago as I looked around to see how dark the front of this lions house was. "Nothing good happens in the early morning, so go to bed". I realized that I really had no idea who this guy was. I figured precautions needed to be taken. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to my friend telling him that if he doesn't hear from me in the morning, to send someone to the address. With that out of the way, I knocked on the door.
"Hey there, Liam? Right? You look even cuter than your picture," the lion said as he opened the door to greet Me. Either twenty years had passed since I started walking, or I had been catfished.
The lion's mane wasn't the slightly grayed orange that had been seen in the picture but a full out grey mane. The lion's eyes were sunken in and every bit of beef in the picture that had enticed me was gone. The lion was little more than bone and skin.
"Yeah, is Darren here?"
"Yup, that's me."
I glared at him with confusion.
"You know, it can be hard getting someone to talk to you on those shallow apps."
I didn't say anything.
"It just helps getting people to door to see there's more than a tight body."
I thought about how far I had already walked and how horny I was. I could do for some cock in his mouth, but maybe not getting fucked by this guy anymore. I didn't like being lied to, though. I felt like i had been lured into a trap and was about to caught and taken away. I turned around and walked slightly faster than a normal pace away, making sure not to make eye contact.
"Hey, where ya going? I still got it! I can rock your world. This cock will keep you coming back," the lion took a couple steps out of his doorway before giving up and returning inside. I sent a text back to his friend with a defeated "nvm". The skip in my step and the bulge in my pants had both died.
My paws rested within my pockets, keeping them warm and cozy. My feet were dragging along the concrete sidewalk as I made my way back home. I should have known that nothing good could have come from a hookup app this late at night. All the good guys had probably already found someone to keep them company for the night. If the best I could get was a elderly lion trying to catfish young guys into having sex with him, then I figured that there wasn't much use to keeping the app on my phone. With a few swipes and taps of my digit on my phone, the app was gone.
I unlocked my door and let myself in. By the time I got into bed, I realized that although getting catfished was a huge turnoff, it wasn't enough to completely shut down my libido, as my cock pressed against my boxer briefs, begging for attention. I notice a small wet spot had accumulated at the spot of fabric being stretched by the head of my cock. I gave in to its demands and pulled down my boxer briefs. They snagged onto the tip of my cock and pulled it down with them, causing my cock to snap back against my pelvis and draw a moan out of my muzzle. I wrapped a paw around the base of my cock, pulling up and watching my foreskin bunch around the tip before pulling it all back, releasing the sensitive head beneath. I groan as the cold air hits my moist head and go back for another stroke. I thought about what could have been as I stroked.
I brought a paw up to my muzzle and start sucking on a few digits and thought about how great the lion from the picture's cock would feel pressing against my tongue and down my throat. How that glistening sweat would drip down his chest and onto me, soaking me in his hot musk. I imagined him reaching a paw around my head to pull me in further and really get his cock as deep as he could. My other paw wandered around, alternating between stroking my leaking cock and groping my throbbing balls.
Within a moment the imaginary lion thrusting into me became the broad chested Rottweiler that I Had spent the whole day with yesterday playing video games in his apartment. I remembered the way that he had smelled when he leaned over to grab the tv controller from the other side of the couch. His body was warm and made me shuffle around in my seat afterwards. I could feel myself getting closer at the thought of looking up to see his warm eyes looking down at me. I thought of reaching up to grab those thick meaty pecs and bringing my paw down to rub against that rounded muscular belly. I started stroking faster as I imagined reaching around and grabbing that meatyass and pulling it towards me as a encouraged him to ffuck my face faster. I pulled my paw from my muzzle and rubbed my chest a I let out a loud moan as cum gushed out of my cock in relief. Shot after shot spurted from my cock. A few drops landed just under my neck as others painted my chest and stomach.
I laid there with cum on me thinking about Oliver, the same guy who I had text earlier that night in the case that I was kidnapped. I just imagine how great it would be to be cuddled up to his warm, heavy body. His thick and muscular arms wrapped around me. That's when I noticed the chill of the cooling cum on my chest. I got up and cleaned my fur. When I got back into bed I grabbed my phone and sent a text.
"Hey, Oliver, wanna hang out tomorrow?"