{"sf1_id":1732080,"sf2_id":"2149dYeo","title":"A Lion's Needs: Distraction (Part 1 of 7)","author":"Apatapa","words":4599,"posted_at":"2021-06-21T14:26:00.000Z","tags":["Age Difference","Anal","Bear","Blowjob","Cum","Deep Throat","Dissatisfied","Domination/Submission","Feline","Fellatio","Fox","Groping","Kissing","Lion","Longing","Lust","M/M","Musk","Relationship","Rough","Rough Sex","Teasing"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1732080-a-lion-s-needs-distraction-part-1-of-7","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/2149dYeo","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/02/cf/02cf49cd-ab61-44d2-9665-bbc4cb16de95","description":"#8 of A Bear's \u0026 A Lion's Needs\n\nThis story is a sequel to A Bear's Needs, but knowledge of the prior story is not required to enjoy this.\nRead A Bear's Needs here if you're interested:https://www.sofurry.com/browse/folder/stories?by=560723\u0026folder=78879https://www.furaffinity.net/gallery/apatapa/folder/956319/A-Bears-A-Lions-Needs\nEleven months into their relationship, Cam and Tristan have hit a spur. In search of help Tristan reaches out to Scott, an older bear who's a close friend.","content":"Cam grunted as he thrust back into me.  \nHis jaw clenched as he gasped, his back arched.  \nI let my hands fall from his body.  \nHe lifted his head. \"Uhhnh.\" His voice sunk.  \nHe tensed as he came in my ass.  \nI exhaled, catching him as he fell against me.  \nA sigh on my lips.  \nHe pecked my neck, I trailed my fingers down his coppery fur.   \n\"G'night Trist.\" He rustled as he pulled out and lay still, his body pressed against mine with his snout tucked in my mane. \"Love you.\"  \nI stared up at the ceiling, feeling like a piece of cardboard.  \n\"Night,\" I muttered.  \nHe dozed off in moments, his gentle snores filled my ears.  \n  \nAll my frustrations boiled to the surface.  \nSilent tears filled my eyes.  \nI don't know how we ended up like this.  \nI hated this.  \nHe was my best friend.  \nI bared my fangs, wincing as I tried to hold back the rush of emotions but I couldn't.  \nEleven months ago he confessed his feelings for me.  \nAnd I was ecstatic.  \n  \nFor years I'd seen him taking shape. He was a little stunted as far as relationships and sex went, he took his sweet time coming to terms with what he enjoyed and how he wanted to participate.  \nAnd that was fine, we were both in our mid 20s now and it never felt wrong that he'd only just grown accustomed to it all.  \nI've always enjoyed watching him grow and last winter, in the space of a week he left his shell. I was so happy when Rob and Scott helped ease him into a deeper enjoyment of sex. Now that joy was ash and I don't think I'd ever felt more depressed in my life.  \nI had such high hopes.  \nMy expectations weren't even unrealistic, they were built on the strong friendship Cam and I had for years. I only wanted more of that, but closer. More affectionate. Intimate.  \nHe used to drive me crazy, a gorgeous fox. Stocky and strong, bit of a mean face but I was into that. The way he used to growl as he plowed me.  \nFuck.  \nHe rarely got me in the mood these days.  \nBut we had a rhythm he understood. Any night he wanted to use my body, he could. And if I wasn't in the mood, that's just how it was. For a long time, I didn't mind. I liked that I could help get him off even if I wasn't feeling it, so I encouraged it. That's just how I was with sex.  \nIt was a mistake now, looking back on it.  \nI'd gotten off more with my own hand than from having sex with him in the last month.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I felt so trapped.  \nWe moved in together too soon. We were still working out the best shape for our relationship but an opportunity arose and we ran with it. These were mistakes I didn't know I was making.   \nI didn't know what to do now.  \nI loved him, I still did. But this wasn't right.   \n  \nThere was a time not that long ago where I could lie here, caressing his body and feel peace at knowing he'd enjoyed himself.  \nI could watch the slow rise and fall of his chest and breathe his scent for as long as it took me to drift off.  \nInstead I rolled over with my back to him and sighed a little louder.  \nHe snored in response.  \nI sucked in labored breaths, holding back tears as I only grew more restless.  \n  \nThe clock on my bedside table clicked past 1AM.  \nI sighed as I slipped out of bed, grabbing my phone off the charger as I made my way into the kitchen of our apartment.  \nI stared at my contacts, already knowing who I wanted to reach out to but hesitating nonetheless.   \nDidn't want to make things weird.  \nI flopped onto the sofa and curled around a cushion.  \nI tapped the side of my phone, thinking, agitated.  \nMy heart beat a little faster as I pulled up Scott's contact. If this backfired, it'd do so with tremendous force. There was a delicate balance here, Scott was Rob's husband. Rob was more or less the reason Cam and I were together, he was the one that had pushed Cam to confess his feelings almost a year ago.  \nThose two had a lengthy history and Rob had a huge stake in my relationship with Cam. He's been perpetually excited for us ever since we got together, at times he's mentioned how it helped him overcome an intense bout of depression, seeing that he was able to put some positivity out there for others despite himself.  \nI recognized early that as kind as Rob was, he wouldn't understand.  \nBut then there was Scott, who had been spurned by Rob in the past.  \nWho understood that these things don't turn out perfect just because.  \nThere was a frankness about Scott that was either comforting or arousing depending on the context and either of those things were what I was after.  \nNo amount of hesitating was going to fix my problems and I needed someone I could talk to. So I took the plunge and messaged Scott.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;_You up?_  \n  \nAlmost immediately he shot back.  \n_Barely._  \n  \nI bit my lip.  \n_Hate to do this, but could really use someone to talk to_  \nI sighed, feeling foolish.  \n  \n_Drop by the workshop around lunch tomorrow. Want your slut mouth on my cock then we'll chat it out over food_    \n  \nA faint smile filled my lips, a trickle of warmth crept through my chest. That response was almost perfect. As much as I needed to clear my head, I could hold out a bit longer.  \n_Fuck yeah_  \n  \n_You ok though?_  \nHe asked.  \n  \nI squinted at my screen.  \n_Sort of not really_  \nI didn't feel great about that response but there really wasn't much else I could say. I sent it with a sigh.  \n  \n_Cam?_  \n  \nI grit my teeth.  \n_Yeah._  \n  \nHis response came delayed.  \n_Wuhoh.  \n  \nYeah._  \n    \nI sent back.  \n  \n_How bad?  \n  \nBad._  \n    \nI grimaced.  \n  \n_Am I telling Rob?_  \n  \nI screwed up my face, unsure what would be best. Rob's insight could prove useful, or he could wind up scaring Cam by trying to handle it directly.  \n_Don't, for now_  \n  \n_Alright. Well. I need to pass out, get some rest before I destroy your throat tomorrow. No promises I can help you with Cam but I'll happily pick up his slack._  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;Just reading that message made everything feel so much more manageable. I wouldn't be alone in this.  \n_Sleep well Scott, thanks for being here. Love you.  \n  \nYou too. Kinda hard thinking about this now, don't wanna tell Rob, just wanna screw your damn brains out in my office. Be a little selfish with you, hmm? Missed your purring, it's been a while._  \n    \n  \nA dumb smile rose on my lips. Reading that made me harder than I'd been in weeks.  \n_Say I drove over right now?  \n  \nI'd fall asleep in you._  \n    \n  \nI snickered.  \n_Maybe I'm just that desperate.  \n  \nPff. Rob will know something's up then, but I meant it. I think I want you to myself, put you through your paces. My personal whore, just for a bit. Like a holiday for both of us._  \n    \n  \nA gentle purr rumbled through me.  \n_Didn't know how much I needed that until I read it. Done.  \n  \nGood boy :)  \n  \nThanks again_  \n    \nMy chest warmed through, I was hard as a rock.  \n  \n_Fuck you let me sleep_  \n  \nI laughed, shaking my head as I put my phone on the coffee table. I was comfortable here, in my own space. And that stuck with me.  \nI was about to get up, go back to bed and try snuggle up to Cam again.  \nBut did I have to?  \nHe was nothing but frustration and displeasure for me right now.  \nNo rule forced me to sleep by his side, though even thinking on it felt like some small act of rebellion against my discomfort these last few months.  \nAll of that was just proof how much our relationship had degraded, and though that troubled me it also freed me in this moment.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I lay there on the couch with space to breathe, relaxed like I hadn't been in so long. My head was full of lurid thoughts of Scott manhandling me. It made me so horny that it was distracting but I was too tired to do anything about it. Hot fantasies spiralled around me, hardly scratching an itch I'd endured for too long.   \nAnd the best part was that it was guilt free.  \n  \nAnything was allowed between Rob, Scott, Cam and myself. It was something we'd all agreed on forever ago now. We had our preferences, we weren't really blurring the nature of our relationships, just removing the barriers between the four of us.   \nBut in the months we'd had that agreement, none of us had ever really pushed the limits of what that might mean.  \nI wasn't sure if what Scott was offering went that far but frankly I didn't mind.   \nI was too eager, aroused like Cam hadn't made me in months.   \n  \nI passed out, curled around a pillow and dreamt of the rough sex tomorrow would bring.  \n  \nClaws prodded my forehead.  \nMy eyes shot open.  \n\"Want me to take care of that?\" Cam stood over me, dressed in his work clothes. He eyed my erection with a smile on his face.   \n\"Nah.\" I yawned, stretching. \"It's alright.\"  \n\"You sure?\" he asked. He sounded a touch surprised, maybe even hurt.  \nI nodded.  \nHe nodded back, sighing softly. \"Been a while since I've seen you that hard.\"  \nI shrugged. \"It's just morning wood.\" I squirmed up into a sitting position. \"Another time.\"  \n\"Alright.\" He leant back, rubbing his chin. \"Uhm. Everything okay?\"  \n\"Yeah, yeah.\" I forced a yawn. \"Just tired.\"  \n\"Mmm.\" He cut his gaze to the floor. \"You uh, sleep alright out here?\"  \n\"Yeah, pretty well actually.\" Awkwardness roiled in my belly.  \n\"You sure everything's okay?\" Confusion filled his face.  \n\"Everything's fine Cam.\" I scratched at my mane, trying not to wince through the moment.  \n\"Alright, well. I made you coffee, it's on the counter. I gotta head off.\" He leant forward and kissed my cheek. \"Love you.\"  \n\"Love you too,\" I said back, the words dead on my tongue.   \nHe shot me a mixed look, one part pain, one part adoration.  \nAnd I know I gave him that same look back.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;He left without another word.  \nThe both of us were so blatantly aware of each other's silent feelings.  \nI exhaled, clutching the back of my head as I doubled over, face scrunched.  \nThis was such a fucking mess and neither of us were prepared to approach the issues between us.  \n  \nI'd always been a stickler for communication. Always spoke my mind, always tried to be clear and direct without letting negativity build.  \nBut this was a whole different beast. It snuck up on me and ransacked my happiness. Our romance had staled but not for lack of trying, at least on my behalf. But Cam was as slow as he'd ever been. By the time I realized there were issues it was too late, the negativity had built and I never felt prepared to address that with Cam, who was every bit as touchy and sensitive as he'd always been.  \nI wanted to protect him from the negativity I carried but that was just an excuse that stopped me from addressing it and I knew it. There were a dozen others too and they all bound my tongue.   \nAnd I wanted to challenge those excuses.  \nI genuinely did.  \nBut it all seemed too difficult.  \nSo I reached for my phone instead and pulled up the messages from last night. The coals of arousal warmed my chest as I typed another.  \n_You kinda got me down bad. Things with Cam feel so impossible but I'm just thirsty for your cock_  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;It took Scott a while to respond so I got up and grabbed the coffee Cam had made me. These gestures were still so frequent between us, despite all the misunderstandings and discomfort.   \nBut Scott's response wiped all that from my head.  \n_Woke up this morning dripping pre. Need your whore mouth so bad._    \n  \nI smiled, clutching my phone to my chest. It was amazing how far a little bit of genuine desire went. After being taken for granted for so long, I needed this. I pawed my cock, smiling as I read Scott's message over and over. The tickling of pleasure pricked at my chest.  \nIt really had been so long.  \nSo much of me wanted to jerk off then and there, maybe send Scott a few photos. He was probably at the automotive workshop where he worked already, but he'd send some back. He was like that, always game to be a little horny.   \n  \nThat thought gave me whiplash.  \nFuck.  \nOut of nowhere I felt a surge of jealousy towards Rob.  \nWhat was wrong with me? I wasn't that kind of guy. I screwed up my face and drained the rest of my coffee.  \nI was flustered, having even felt that.  \nNeeding a distraction, I threw myself into the shower and got ready.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I didn't have a job at the moment, my last job had run dry a month ago and the logging season was coming up, which would be a hefty boost to my bank account. Only in the interim, I wasn't doing much.  \nAnd maybe that's why the difficulties with Cam felt more pressing. I had no lasting distractions, nothing to keep me busy. Just the bleak reality of the life I led being nothing like I'd hoped.  \n  \nI sat in the shower for a long time, letting the warm water soak me through and scour my head clean. I had something to look forward to today and not once had I ever felt miserable around Scott.  \nThat bear had a way with me, even just having his eyes on me got me interested. I should've reached out to him much sooner than I did.  \n  \nAs lunchtime approached, I headed out. Ecstasy in my stride.\u0026nbsp; We lived in a remote mountain town and the apartment we shared was right in the middle, within walking distance of Scott's work.   \nThe automotive workshop was always busy, only one of two in our town. Scott had been working there long enough to have his own office on the premise, more like a mini workshop. The scent of motor oil and the metallic grind of powertools assaulted my senses as I made my way to his office.   \nMy dick was so hard it was tenting my pants but I couldn't care.  \nI pushed open the heavy wood door.   \nScott glanced up at me. He was a tall and muscular bear approaching 50. He'd lost the weight he'd put on while he was single and damn, it did wonders for him as his firm muscles gained definition. Light brown fur covered his body, now interspersed with a few grey hairs and he wore a plain white shirt covered in smears of grease over ripped jeans.   \nHe leant back from his desk, not even saying hi as I closed us in.  \nWith all the noise outside, there was so much privacy afforded to us here.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I could hardly contain myself. I was salivating as I skirted his desk and dropped into his lap, curling against his body. His thick arms caught me in a rough embrace. He gave me a sloppy kiss on the muzzle.  \n\"There's my whore.\" His hand crept down my chest and he groped me through my pants.  \nI moaned.  \n\"Mmm, you really feel so pent up.\" He fondled my cock. I purred. \"Look at that.\" He unzipped my fly and stuffed his hand in my pants. \"No underwear?\" He licked my neck. \"You're such a fucking treat.\" He guided my cock out and rubbed the underside gently with his finger.   \nA bead of precum gathered on my tip. I grunted, already tense with the low pleasure emanating through my belly.  \nThe intimate contact was all I needed.  \nI reached my arms up behind his neck and strained against his body.  \nHe held me firmly against him, rubbing my cock and chuckling weakly as I squirmed in his hold.   \n\"Never seen you so sensitive.\" He drew his finger up the tip of my cock, gathering my pre and raised it to his lips. He sucked his finger clean with a loud smack then forced the same finger in my mouth.  \nI lapped at it, he ground his pad against my bristles.  \n\"Hoh.\" He exhaled slowly. \"I have missed that feeling so much.\" Without any warning he shoved me off of his lap and onto the ground.  \nI grabbed his knees for support as he forced my face down against his crotch. I didn't hesitate as I unclasped his jeans and tugged them down. He wore old boxers that stank so strongly of his musk.  \nI shoved my nose against his bulge, moaning as I breathed in his scent. So masculine and raw.  \nThis sort of thing never appealed to me until I'd spent enough time fucking around with Rob and Scott. Those two bears were convincing. I loved the way they smelled.  \nAnd right now, smelling like Scott would be exactly what I needed.  \nThe front of his underwear was already a little damp with pre. I lapped at it, smiling at its sweetness. I purred as I nuzzled his cock through the cloth.  \nHis fingers brushed through my mane as he pushed me even harder against him. I opened my mouth, sucking him through his boxers.  \nHe exhaled, shoulders easing down as he relaxed.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;No part of me wanted this to end quickly and I knew Scott had the stamina to draw it out.  \nSo I played with him, I stared up at his face as I slathered my tongue across his boxers. I was a tease, I loved watching the pleasure play out on his face. The way his eyes widened and softened, watching his forehead wrinkle as a slow breath shaped his lips.  \nI lapped at the front of his boxers, nuzzling every part of him through the cloth as it grew damper and damper with my spit and his pre. His cock throbbed as he shuddered.  \n\"Alright.\" He smacked my head. \"Suck it.\"  \nStaring him in the eyes, I licked his bulge again.  \nThe corner of his lip raised, showing teeth.  \nI licked him again.  \nHe swatted my ear. \"C'mon.\" His voice took on a hard edge.  \nI smiled as I rubbed my nose in his balls.  \nHe jerked forward, snatching a handful of my mane as he tore his underwear down and shoved his exposed cock in my face. A thick coating of pre covered his length and smeared across my muzzle. \"I said suck it you who-ohhh.\" His head lolled back as I curled my tongue around the base of his cock and lapped up his sweet precum directly. I purred against him, another spurt of pre coated my tongue. \"Nasty fucking kitty,\" he muttered under his breath, shivering as he moaned.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I went down on him, tongue sliding along the underside of his cock as I pressed down, taking his fat cock deep in my muzzle.  \nHe half groaned, half chuckled as I bottomed out. He toyed clumsily with my ears. \"Always forget how good you are at that.\" His voice was stained with longing. I curled my tongue around him, lifting my head gently as I sucked enough to make a smacking sound as I drew back.  \nHis hands fell lax by the sides of his chair.  \nI pushed back down, rubbing my nose in the darker hair of his pubes and breathing deep his scent which pulled a stifled moan out of my chest. His thighs clamped down hard on the sides of my head. I winced at the pressure, stuck on his cock as I purred against him.  \nHe rumbled, an almost pained look wracked his face. \"Fuck.\" His hand crept up to force me even harder against him.  \nMy snout pressed so firmly into his pelvis it hurt and still I leant in, craving more of him. My tongue hung loose from my jaw as I let spit run down across his nuts. He jerked me back all of a sudden, head turned up\u0026nbsp; towards him by an iron fist. I gasped and spluttered, drawing in air. He yanked me to my feet as he stood and kissed me, his tongue pressed deep in my muzzle.   \nI collapsed against his firm body, panting as he humped my chest and growled into my mouth.  \nHe tore my shirt off of me, and yanked his off too.   \nThen kissing me, he shoved me against his desk and held me in place as he bit my lip hard enough to make me yelp.   \nI could barely gather my sense in time for him to stand up on his toes and shove my head back down against his cock.  \nHe moaned loud as I took him to the hilt. He humped my throat slowly, his voice rising with pleasure.   \nI wanted him to use me, rough me up any way he needed to get his release. That wild, frenetic energy was what made me love screwing around with him so much. He only ever did the exact thing he wanted to do most.  \nAnd today that was plow my face 'til I was weak and panting and I wouldn't have it any other way.  \nI sucked him firm until a spurt of precum coated my tongue.   \nHe grunted and shoved me back.  \nHis cock was throbbing as it leaked another rope of pre that mixed with my spit. He took one look at me and kicked out of his pants.  \n\"Down on your back.\" He spoke with a firmness that possessed my muscles as he swept his arm across his desk, shoving his keyboard and a stack of papers out of the way. A tub of screws clattered to the floor, the contents of which scattered in a hundred different directions. He shoved me down onto his desk, belly up as my head hung over the edge.  \nI opened my mouth wide for him, tongue stretched out.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;He slammed his crotch into my snout. His cock stuffed back into place. I grunted and winced at the sudden rush of it. He moaned loud.  \n\"You feel so fucking good.\" He ground his cock against my bristles as he shoved himself in.  \nI could hardly moan an agreement before he started to fuck my throat. His heavy balls slapped against my forehead. Hard and fast was his favorite thing and it pushed me to my limits every time.  \nIt had me curling fists and tensing, gasping air around his cock as he thrust hard against my skull.  \nI winced and grunted, broken through with sounds of my pleading as I begged him go harder.  \nWhich he did.  \nHis nuts hit my face so hard it ached as he abused my muzzle. Every blow of his hips against my snout came like a slap to the face.  \nI was yowling when I could, the sound cut through by a gag every time he shoved his cock back into my throat.  \nThen as hard as he'd been plowing my face he threw his hips back, tearing his cock out of me. Ropes of spit and pre connected it to my lips.  \nI heaved in breaths, gasping as a spurt of his cum shot down my chest. He grunted loud as another landed across my face.  \nHe fell forward, hand thumping against the table as he groaned out loud and squeezed another thick drop onto my muzzle.  \nHe stared down at me, brow creased but mouth open. Sweat wet the fur on his head.   \nAnd he growled as he leant down and licked his own cum off of my face. His tongue was warm and he was moaning as he teased his own spunk out of my fur.  \nHe kissed me hard on the lips on his way down my chest, lapping up even more of his orgasm. His body lay over mine, his belly pressing against my face. I leant back further and teased his cock with my tongue.  \nHe whimpered.  \n\"Fuck.\" He moaned as he grabbed my thighs.   \nHe kissed the tip of my dick and I could've spurted then and there.  \nPleasure arced through my hips. I arched my back, moaning as he took my cock in his mouth. He rumbled as he threw his weight down on me, his chin pressed against my groin as he bottomed out.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;In a frenzy he gobbled at me, sucking and licking so fast it echoed through my body in a blur of warmth I couldn't pinpoint what happened in each moment. I grunted, mind rocked, desires placated. He was a cum fiend and I was his next morsel.  \nI gasped.  \nPleasure crested.   \nA heavy moan rolled out of me as I came in Scott's mouth. He suckled at me, his lips firm around my dick as he drank every last drop of my cum.   \nHe fell backwards, into his chair.  \nPanting.  \nI stared at him, upside down. Head fuzzy, a smile on my face.  \n\"Ah fuck.\" He laughed, then leant forward and kissed me heartily. I purred into his mouth at the taste of my orgasm. I sat up as he pulled away, turning to face him.  \nAll I could do was grin as I struggled to catch my breath.  \n\"C'mere.\" He raised his arms.  \nI dropped into his hold, face buried against his neck. \"Needed that,\" I mumbled.  \n\"You'll get more.\" He cupped my ass and planted a kiss on my forehead. \"Lunch?\" he asked.  \n\"Gimme a sec.\" I raised my head to kiss him on the lips, savoring the moment as I pressed my tongue against his and leant back. My fangs caught on his lower lip as I stared into his eyes, still panting.  \nAll that longing and pain within me was like a distant memory.   \nHe laughed as he rubbed my back, his thick paws drifted down to my tail as he grasped it firmly. \"You are such a damn slut.\" He rubbed his nose against mine. \"Glad you reached out.\"   \n\"Only wish I did it sooner.\" I put a hand on his pecs and rest my head on his shoulder.   \nI would've liked to share a quiet moment with him, but as I came at ease the squeal of an angle grinder threw me back to reality.  \nWe were bare-ass naked in his workplace.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;I stood and stretched before dressing, he did the same.  \n\"Lunch?\" I looked to him.  \n\"Lunch.\" He nodded, then stepped close and wrapped me in a bear hug. \"Missed you,\" he whispered in my ear and kissed my face.  \nThe constant affection was almost enough to bring me to tears, it nourished the driest parts of me. I hugged him back as hard as I could and though it wasn't quiet, we had our moment.  \n\"I'm not afraid to carry you out of the workshop, you know.\" He let his arms fall by his side.   \n\"I'll save you the embarrassment.\" I nuzzled his chest one last time. \"Let's go.\"  \nI was eager to unload all that had been plaguing me. Eager for his advice and insight. With energy I hadn't had in months, we left.  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"A Bear's \u0026amp; A Lion's Needs","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1651577-a-bear-s-needs-catharsis-part-7-of-7.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1736396-a-lion-s-needs-selfish-part-2-of-7.json"}}