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• I felt January would be good for a Zootopia kick, and I'd never gotten a gay prompt filled, so I decided to make up for it by having Jeeves write about Clawhauser sucking himself off while Bogo tries desperately to please him. Go big, or go home, ya know? Jeeves, of course, wrote this for my Patreon reward, so be sure follow him on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon. Enjoy, my fellow cumsluts.

More Cum for Clawhauser

A loud knock echoed through the record office, and Benjamin whimpered through his muzzleful of cock. He suckled harder, and reached out to begin stroking the huge, throbbing length whose tip was pressed between his lips. He wouldn't stop. He couldn't. The knocking rang out again, louder than before. Harder too. A voice followed it, deep and authoritative.

"Clawhauser."

The cheetah trembled as he heard Bogo's voice, but he didn't stop. He suckled more fiercely, desperately, and as he heard the door rattle as the Chief of Police tried and failed to gain entry, he gave a muffled wail of relief as hot cum began to fountain into his muzzle, oozing out of the corners of his lips and causing his already chubby cheeks to swell larger even as he began to gulp down mouthful after mouthful with addictive greed. His eyes glazed over, his toes curled as he gorged himself on the cum finally being offered to his endless, ever present hunger. He barely even noticed the slamming of a shoulder against the door, or the door being knocked clean off its hinges as Bogo entered.

"Goddammit, Benji!"

The cape buffalo huffed, trying to sound stern, but really just desperate and horny in his own right. It was after all well past time for them to be off duty. Benjamin was already dressed in his civilian attire, or at least the items of that outfit were scattered around him where he was seated on the floor of the room, and Bogo had a jacket on over his uniform top. They'd had their night all planned out. Head back to the car, not even all the way home, and Bogo would get the cheetah off right there and then. Start his weekend off right with a belly full of Benjamin's abundant cum. But no. The cheetah hadn't been able to wait that long. Or perhaps he hadn't wanted to. Perhaps he hadn't wanted to share, when he knew better than anybody else just how addictively delicious his own copious cum was.

"You know I don't mind if you want it for yourself, Benji."

Bogo sighed, trying to change tactics a little as he dropped to his knees beside the man still greedily suckling on his own three foot long cock, cradling it close to him, tight against his bulging belly; a stomach not swollen by doughnuts and other stereotypical treats for a police officer to enjoy, but by multiple loads of his obscenely copious cum each and every day.

"But... you promised me I'd get some today. You know how much I love it. And... when you sneak off and keep it all for yourself..."

The cape buffalo pouted. He wasn't going to act like he was seriously pissed off. He understood why Benjamin felt the way he did about his cum. But, when he and Clawhauser had started their romance the cheetah had made such a point of telling Bogo that he'd get to drink from the source more himself, even after the buffalo had said on many occasions that he was more than happy just to watch.

And he was, truly he was. He loved to watch. To see Benjamin make himself cum again, and again, and again.

But, at the same time, now that he'd tasted the cheetah's cum, he'd never not want it. Never not crave it with every passing second that he spent in Benjamin's presence. The fact he was willing to deny himself to be with Benjamin was a testament to his love for the cheetah, rather than his ability to moderate the addictive influence of his partner's cum upon his own body.

Eventually, Clawhauser stopped cumming. He shuddered, mewled, and with one last slurp on his head let his huge cock spring back away from his face and his swollen, jiggling, liquid-filled belly, only to immediately reach out with one hand and roughly grab at Bogo's wrist. He pulled the buffalo closer, and pursed his lips. Bogo's eyes widened, and he tried desperately to fumble with his belt with his free hand. In Benjamin's eyes however he could see urgency, desperation. The temptation to swallow what he obviously had lingering in his mouth, and thus the need for Bogo to act now if he wanted to partake in his partner's generosity.

Bogo groaned, leaned forward, and pressed his mouth to Benjamin's own. He felt the cheetah's tongue slide into his mouth, and then... then he tasted it, he felt the slippery, salty-sweet essence of Benjamin's cum pass between their mouths in a tender, seductive snowball, and his world exploded. He fell limp against the cheetah who continued to smooch him even as his eyes crossed, and Bogo grunted, huffed loudly through that passionate kiss as his already tented royal blue uniform trousers strained at the front, and darkened rapidly as he began to spontaneously and violently cum through the crisp fabric.

By the time they made it to Bogo's car ten minutes later, Benjamin was giggling and his boyfriend was still a cum-drunk wreck. The front of Bogo's uniform pants were sodden with his own cum, glistening patches of seed oozing through the almost black fabric all over its crotch and down the insides of both legs. He was still rock hard, and as he grunted and moaned he kept trying to cuddle and hump against Benjamin. The cheetah slid into the driver's seat, rolling the seat back slightly to provide extra room for his bulging belly, and giggled as no sooner had Bogo slipped into the car beside him, he began to reach over and try to unfasten the front of the cheetah's loose, elastic waisted slacks.

"Looking for something?"

He purred, but made no effort to stop the burly buffalo as Bogo pulled out Benjamin's flaccid eight inches and pressed his mouth down around them, swallowing up all he could of the cock while Benjamin casually reversed the car out of its parking spot, and steadily began to drive them home. Within two minutes, the tinted windows of the car were paying off as the full three feet of Benjamin's cock leaned at an angle across from the driver to the passenger side of the vehicle. Bogo suckled greedily as Benjamin calmly drove them home, the cape buffalo furiously masturbating himself as he orally pleasured his partner while the cheetah just purred under his breath, not letting the incredible pleasure distract him even for a moment as he focused all his attention on the road.

By the time they arrived back at their large apartment some twenty minutes later, the inside of the car was a cum-splattered wreck. They'd managed to go two full weeks without needing a deep clean, but now that streak was over as Bogo bellowed and climaxed yet again while trying and failing to guzzle down everything that Benjamin's spasming, abundantly spurting cock was providing. He couldn't stop. Neither of them could, but Benjamin had no desire to try. Bogo however was out of control, just as he found himself every time he got what he thought he wanted and had the chance to drink down a fresh load of the cheetah's cum in its entirety. He couldn't stop cumming, and unlike his partner whose body had been trained by years and years of practical daily experience to endure the almighty orgasms that it could provide, it was too much for Bogo's body or mind to handle with any degree of coherence or sanity.

It took longer to get from the car to the front door of their apartment than it had to get from the station to the apartment building, and it might have taken even longer had Benjamin not started using his cock as a lure, wiggling it and tempting Bogo to crawl after it, promising him another taste if he kept on crawling forward even as he bellowed and grunted and painted first the concrete floor of the parking garage, then the carpeted floor of the apartment block's hallways with cum through a hole now ripped in his uniform by the violent, uncontrollable spasming of his own cock's repeated eruptions.

By the time they made it to the apartment though, and by the time Benjamin had hooked an arm under Bogo's shoulders and practically dragged him the rest of the way to the living room, the cape buffalo was spent. He could barely keep his eyes open, and even though he was physically and sexually exhausted and overstimulated to the extreme, even looking at Benjamin's cock was still enough to send a couple more mind-bending orgasms crashing through him, his cock twitching without any cum oozing forth, balls drained totally dry by the dozens of releases he'd experienced in the last hour.

Bogo lay on the couch, broken, twitching, grunting, and watched in a daze as Benjamin stripped off all his clothes, flopped back into his favourite armchair, and cuddled his huge, throbbing cock against his belly once again. He nuzzled it. Whispered to it adoringly, kissed it with more passion and tenderness than he had kissed Bogo earlier on, and then drew the first four or five inches of it into his mouth. His toes curled. His tail twitched. He purred loudly, deeply as he began to stroke and suckle on his length, and out of the corner of one eye, he watched Bogo all the while in return. He watched his partner watching him, knowing full well that the buffalo was too exhausted to taste so much as a drop more of what he had to offer, and grinned through his muzzleful of cock.

"You can take over, if you want..."

He gurgled, the actual words far more distorted given that he didn't remove his cock from his mouth before speaking, but still just about understandable to Bogo. The cape buffalo's eyes bulged. He bellowed in anguish, wanting to say yes but knowing that his body would give up, that he'd pass out if he tried to taste even a drop more of Benjamin's cum.

"Or..."

The cheetah giggled knowingly.

"...you can just watch tonight? Watch me. Cuddle me. Rub my belly for me... as I take care of things myself?"

In relief, in gratitude, Bogo nodded feverishly. Benjamin's smile grew wider, and he shuddered happily as he felt his balls swell, his latest orgasm imminent.

"Mnhh..."

Benjamin purred around his erection, the vibrations only adding to his impending ecstasy.

"More cum for me."

He suckled harder between his breathy, joyous gasps.

"More cum for Clawhauser. And more... and more... and... ooh... ohhhfuck, yes... I'm... mmmnnhphhh!"

His huge cock spasmed. His cheeks bulged outward, his throat began to gulp and gurgle urgently, and within moments as he quivered and slurped and stroked his throbbing, cumming cock, the cheetah felt his belly begin to swell all over again with yet another irresistible, addictive load of cum destined for one man and one man alone.

All of it, all for him.

By Jeeves.