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Most people would have been wearing more than a t-shirt and a jockstrap if they were expecting company, but Albaz wasn't most people, or in his case, most lions.

A comfortable outfit was more important to good conversation that most people realized, and his clothes were a conscious choice. He wanted to make sure that he was in good spirits for the chat that he knew was coming, given that his guest might not take the news quite so well.

He was a little _too_eager to hear the knocking at the door of his apartment, and even when he strode over to it, he didn't put on a single extra thread of clothing.

"A few minutes early, I see! I like that," Albaz greeted his new house guest. "You're Derrick, right?"

The wolf standing just outside the door took immediate notice of the choice of clothing, but did his best to be polite and not stare awkwardly at the blue lion's crotch. "Y-yeah, that's me. And you're Albaz?"

"I'm he."

"Nice to meet you," Derrick offered his paw in greeting, and Albaz shook it firmly. "If this is a bad time, I can come back later."

"A couple minutes early means that you're right on time, Derrick," Albaz reassured him. "Come on in and take a seat on the couch. We've got a few things to discuss."

Derrick was quite the looker, and Albaz didn't have any shame about visually appreciating him. Slender khakis fit to his legs just looser than a second skin, allowing some muscle to show through without looking like a cased sausage, and his t-shirt sat just right upon his chest to show a broad line between his pectoral muscles. All told, he was just a few pounds short of being a hunk, but he knew that he was a good looking guy, and wasn't afraid to flaunt it.

His girlfriend told him to be proud of what he'd worked for, and Albaz was happy to reap the benefits of it as they sat on couches across from each other in the lion's living room.

"I'm glad you made it over safe," Albaz picked up the conversation again, finding Derrick was just a bit hesitant to speak. "Did you find the place all right?"

Derrick was staring down at his thumbs the moment he sat down, trying to mind his manners and thoughts, but he managed a quick smile and nodded in reply. "It's kinda back and away from the road, but once you're in the neighborhood, it's not so bad. You've got a really nice place here."

Albaz smiled. "Thank you! I do take pride in keeping my apartment clean...you'd be amazed how many people just let their houses go to ruin these days."

"Yeah...crazy how much of a mess can build up after just a couple days," Derrick agreed. "My girl is always on my ass about that, though, so our place is pretty clean. She definitely likes it better that way."

"Probably feels a bit like she's nagging you," Albaz commiserated. "But trust me, it's a good thing to have someone in your life who isn't afraid to keep you honest and on top of things. She sounds like a very nice woman."

Derrick was listening, but he was only catching every other word. He tried not to let them, but his eyes drifted all the same toward Albaz's crotch and the jockstrap that just barely contained the delicious flesh underneath.

"...Derrick?"

"Oh! S-sorry, I...I'm a little bit tired. I didn't really sleep well last night," he made up a story on the spot the best that he could, thinking it to be relatable enough. "She's very nice, yes."

"She's also the reason you're here."

That part, Derrick heard clear as a bell. "How is that, exactly?"

"She reached out to me for my services, Derrick. She...she knows what you've been up to," Albaz tried to break the news to him gently, aware that it might have been quite a shock to his system. "Laura is a very nice woman, but she's not stupid, and it turns out that you're not so careful with your browser history."

The wolf fidgeted in his seat and tried to pry his gaze away from Albaz, but he couldn't. The lion's expression of mild concern was starting to fog over with a knowing grin, and nervously, Derrick scratched his clawtips along the surface of his pants. "I'm not s-sure what you m-

"There's no use lying to me, Derrick. Laura paid good money for my services, and they'll work best if you come to terms with your feelings," Albaz claimed. "She knows what kind of porn you've been looking at, and I happen to have some very curious footage on my laptop here of you using her sex toys on yourself. Seems that someone might be a little bi-curious?"

Knowing how tough it could be to come to terms with sexual identity and attraction, Albaz was doing his best to present the subject matter with a friendly and delicate approach, but Laura had given him clear instructions to be forceful if he wasn't going to come clean about his dishonesty with her.

"Look, it was just passing curiosity! I'd never seen it before, and I was just wondering what it was like when two guys went at it!"

Albaz nodded, though he clearly didn't believe it. "Uh huh. And what of the things you've been shoving up your ass?"

"Guys get pegged by their girlfriends all the time!"

"Has Laura ever pegged you?"

"W...Well, no, but that's not the point!"

"You're right. The point is that she's not mad at you, Derrick. She still loves you, and just wants you to be honest with her."

The words were comforting, but Derrick's mind was still torn between the stress of being outed by the dangerously intelligent lion, and the visual delight of his bulging cock, straining the front of the jockstrap as if it might burst through the front.

"I've been honest with her."

Albaz stood up from his seat and crossed his arms. "A lie of omission is still a lie, Derrick."

Derrick wasn't sure what the blue lion's sources were. He knew that his girlfriend was feeding him some information, but he didn't think that he'd been so sloppy with his masturbatory habits, and couldn't have imagined that Laura was so keen on his browser history.

Gonna have to delete that immediately, he made a mental note, as his body continued to shift side to side on the couch.

"L...Look, I didn't want to give her any reason for concern! I still love her, and I don't want to lose her, and I...I just needed some time to explore this on my own before I put it all out in the open, y'know?"

His panic was so great that it bordered on palpable, but Derrick still refused to admit that he was having bisexual leanings in so many words. He should have known by then that Laura was okay with his habits and simply wanted to help him explore them, but he was a jumbled mess of nerves and uncertainty.

The half-naked lion that began to slowly approach him wasn't making matters any easier, and the hovering weight of his bulge was soon mere inches from Derrick's muzzle, taunting him with the opportunity to reach out and give it a feel, if he was so inclined.

"She loves you too, Derrick. That's why she sent you to me."

Derrick cocked a brow.

"If she were going to break up with you, she would have done it by now," Albaz pointed out. "She sent you to me because she knows that I've got what it takes to help you come out of your shell a bit more. My methods are extreme, but they'll help you come to terms with your attraction to men; you'll realize that it's a perfectly normal thing to swing both ways, and you're lucky enough to be with someone who doesn't mind sharing you from time to time."

It wasn't enough to settle Derrick's nerves entirely, but he was able to keep his heart from leaping out of his chest for a few moments longer. "You have got to be the weirdest counselor that I've ever seen, Albaz. No offense."

"None taken," he quickly retorted. "But I'm no counselor. I'm just a pervert who likes breaking in the new guys."

Derrick had been thrown to the lion's den by his girlfriend in the most literal sense, and as Albaz spoke, his ears flattened further and further back with the reality of the situation dawning on him. He could smell the warm, masculine aroma coming from the bulge within the jockstrap as it drifted ever closer, and though he easily could have gotten up and run for the door, his legs felt like they were strapped to the floor by his own indecision.

He sat there, trembling with morbid curiosity. He'd been able to practice his oral skills on toys before, but he never dared to break his loyalty to Laura before; now, it seemed he had permission to do exactly that.

"Stop being such a pussy," Albaz murmured. He reached down with a paw and gripped the fluff between Derrick's ears, tugging at it none too gently to move the poor wolf forward. The end of his muzzle bumped right into the blue lion's covered member, and the transfer of warmth from his package was almost instant. "I'm sure you've gone down on Laura plenty of times...this just takes a different kind of skill, and I know you want to try it."

Foolishly, Derrick was clinging onto the last thread of denial that he could find, and the slack was quickly running out. When he was out of straws to grasp at, his pants made for a poor substitute, as nervous paws dug into the fabric and clenched handfuls of khaki, as if that would keep him from giving in to temptation.

He couldn't escape the delicious heat and powerful musk of the crotch that he was being forcibly buried into, and with each passing second, Albaz found it took less and less force to keep Derrick where he was. The lupine's spirit was wavering, and the black and white fabric of the jockstrap was the only thing he could see in his now single-minded agenda.

I really won't have a better chance than this, will I?

Albaz didn't wait for him to figure out his personal battle. He gave a heavy thrust forward, rolling the covered bulge of his cock over the bridge of Derrick's muzzle and forcing the whole thing further into his already limited field of vision, doing his best to show the wolf that pleasuring Albaz was soon to be his entire world.

"Your paws aren't doing you any good down there. You're just ruining a perfectly good pair of pants," Albaz taunted his new 'client' as claws began ripping tiny holes in the threads. "Just lift them up, pull down on the edges of the strap, and get to doing what we both know you came here to do."

Putting that onus on Derrick was a nasty trick, but Albaz wanted to see how the wolf would react. Derrick could have feigned innocence a moment longer if he wanted to, but he likely never would have agreed to the meeting in the first place if he'd seen someone less enticing on the other end, and the possibility of a fling with Albaz definitely played into his motivation.

Getting him to verbally admit it would be nigh impossible, but one trembling, uneasy paw was already up from his thigh, moving through the air as though it was wading through a swamp.

A larger paw of blue gripped the wrist and tugged it firmly to the side of the lion's hip. "That's evidence enough for me," he claimed. "You're lucky that you're new at this. I'm usually not so patient."

Anyone lucky enough to find themselves in the sexual presence of the blue lion would attest to the statement; he was being uncharacteristically generous and easy on Derrick, but he didn't want to scare the wolf off after their first meeting.

He was treating this whole process as an investment, knowing that Laura would let Derrick play with him again in the future if everything went to plan.

"I...I can handle that," Derrick foolishly mumbled into the tight fabric of the undergarment. "I'm ready for this."

His voice was soft and shy, but entirely confident in itself. He had no idea what level of torture he'd just agreed to, but Albaz was feeling unusually kind that afternoon; he'd spare the lupine his typical level of treatment in favor of something that would be just as much fun.

"You think you are," Albaz said, "But I can guarantee you that you aren't...we'll have to start off a lot slower than that."

Fantasies of just what kind of a person Albaz was in the bedroom began to plague the wolf as his still quivering digits slipped into the waistband of the jockstrap and began to lower it. All of the porn he'd watched left him to think that a slow and easy draw was the way to go, but guided by Albaz's wrist, he watched as the underwear were pulled down rapidly, without the lion so much as taking a moment to step out of them.

What came next was the unfurling of a hefty, thick cock that was already partially stiff. It was finally given the chance to breathe as it flopped across the bridge of Derrick's muzzle, and the wolf held down a nervous gulp as he felt the first deep, powerful throb of blood rushing through the flesh, forcing it to bounce off of his nose.

"Y...You're big."

Derrick wasn't sure how to sound sexy to another man. He didn't know what tone to take with his voice, but the natural, awestruck words that he instinctively went with worked just fine for Albaz, who gripped the lupine's head anew and held it tight in his claws.

"It feels a lot bigger than it looks...but don't take my word for it."

This was it. From here, there really was no turning back.

"Just open wide and find out, you horny little bitch."

Had he tried to go to bed with a man too much after his own heart, Derrick might have never made it past the experimental phase.

Whatever it was, be it his words, his actions, or his overall aura of dominance, Albaz struck every necessary chord, and Derrick's lower jaw dropped without thought. All of his practice with his girlfriend's sex toys were a good tutorial, but this was a field test without any kind of reference material, or a warm up to get used to suppressing his gag reflex.

He held back the first choke as the tip of the blue lion's member passed through his parted lips and slid across the flat of his tongue, and when he started to gag as the rounded head neared the back of his throat, he tried to pull back a little bit, needing time to breathe.

He was immediately denied the chance, as Albaz rested his second paw on the back of Derrick's neck and kept him steady. "Ah ah; you're not going anywhere until I'm done with you," he ordered, knowing that Derrick would need the practice if he was going to ever take the impressive member all the way to the base. "It's a lot thicker than your girl's pathetic sex toys, I bet..."

Longer, too, Derrick thought, trying to keep his humor about him to keep from feeling like he was going to drown. His curiosity about feel and taste was immediately sated, but having just one pass of the lion's flesh wasn't nearly enough to develop a proper mental note of what it was like. Each throb was different than the one before, and as precum began bubbling up from the tip, a new, mildly salty flavor joined in the chorus of other sensations that were already filling Derrick's muzzle, leaving his mind troubled to keep up with the thrill of it all.

Rapidly as his mind might have been spinning, it was a blessing in disguise; Derrick's fear of losing control of his gag reflex slowly faded away, just in time for Albaz to pull back and offer a few slow, shallow thrusts.

"I'm glad Laura decided to give your leash so much slack," he teased. "It would have been a _horrible_waste of talent...you're a fuckin' natural with that throat, Derrick."

Albaz only waited long enough for the wolf to start to smile around his mouthful before the treat was pulled away, and like a proper canine, Derrick immediately pouted as delicate strands of saliva dribbled over his lower lip.

"Quit your bitching already," Albaz groaned. "That part was about you. The next part is about me."

So far, the blue lion was only testing the waters with Derrick, as if to check that the wolf really felt any sense of attraction to other males. The tented appearance of his cock against his khakis, subtle as it might have been, was pretty good evidence.

With the easier litmus test complete, Albaz made sure that Derrick was going to stay still as he lifted his legs out of the jockstrap around his ankles. His long, thin tail was already lifting as he flipped a leg over Derrick's shoulder, and looking back over his own, Albaz could already see the concern in the lupine's eyes.

"And here, I thought you were enjoying this..."

Derrick knew exactly where this was going, but he still didn't have the gumption to leave. He was more into the moment than he'd ever been, and precum was starting to stain the front of his pants as Albaz pushed back a little further.

"I am...I really am," he admitted, soft as his voice might have been. "But isn't this a bit much to start with?"

"This is Lion Worship 101," Albaz claimed. "You wanna go all the way with me today? You'd better put that tongue to work."

Savoring the last bits of flavor that he'd taken from Albaz's cock, Derrick stared up into the exposed pucker. He looked just past it, able to see Albaz grinning back down at him with all of the confidence of a man who knew that he'd defeated his opponent.

He wasn't wrong. Derrick was just getting over himself in the heat of the moment, something that Laura had been teasing him about for years.

He never verbally confirmed what he was doing; he simply went with what he thought was best. He darted forth and pressed the end of his muzzle right into the round, taut cheeks of the lion's rump, allowing the long flesh of his slippery tongue to glide against the back of Albaz's balls before it moved up and along the perineum. He could feel the domineering lion shuddering with delight around his face as he worked, but it wasn't until he finally and nervously swirled the tip of his canine muscle around the lion's entrance that Albaz was forced to vocalize his praises.

"Pfft. That's it? You'd better get in there a lot deeper than that." It wasn't exactly the kind of praise Derrick was expecting, but it was exactly what he needed to hear as he embraced the unique flavor and scent of the lion, pushing his tongue firmly against the waiting orifice. It took serious wiggling effort before he could finally penetrate the opening of his tailhole, but he was dedicated, and Albaz was delighted.

We're just getting started, little boy...