Chapter 18: Right Against It

When Gila got home, George walked up wearing a tight white tank top, a pair of Werk crotchless jeans, a raging erection, and a smug grin on his face. He grabbed the back of the cat’s shorts and pulled them high, cramming them into his asscrack, then strong-armed him to the living room, where he bent Gila over his knees and spanked his rump multiple times.

The blows stung and made Gila gasp, but he did not tell George to stop.

“This is for naughty men who blow their loads in their undies, and don’t even show their husbands!” he said. Gila quickly backtracked on the couch and stuffed the gecko’s gargantuan shaft in his mouth, but the spanks still rained down on his backside. “And this is for wearing concealing clothing in the house!”

A particularly sharp whack made Gila freeze, and this was where George pulled him off his dick, laid him on his back on the ottoman, and with powerful claws ripped the front of the cat’s shorts open, giving no quarter to the zipper or button.

“Oh God, George!” Gila laughed, his ass still stinging. The gecko had revealed his pretty white bulge, which was already halfway perky thanks to the Edgies.

“Still wearing the evidence, you naughty guy!” said George, then opened his maw to engulf Gila’s musky, spunky crotch. The gecko sucked while the cat wore his head like a codpiece, and found his penis rearing painfully back to life.

“Oh, George,” Gila gasped, feeling his loins swathed in moisture and pressure, “Gosh; only you could do this to me…”

The gecko’s lips smacked as they left Gila’s loins. George licked his lips and swallowed, tasting his old spunk. He grinned at his proud work; the cat’s brief-swathed loins positively poured out of his shorts, and even the ragged edges of his bottom wear were dark with his spit. His undies were stretched with his yearning sex, appearing as if the force of his engorgement was what made him break through his modesty-garments.

George’s thick paws massaged Gila’s knees, keeping his legs spread and his groin exposed. “I dunno; sounds like you busted pretty easily at the sight of some handsome young cat filling his briefs.”

Gila blushed, laid out before George. “Surely I can appreciate the sight of male fertility.”

The gecko snorted. “I’m sure that load was very fertile. Yours and his; though I imagine the plants would be happier to receive his. Yours is for me.”

“I wish you could have been there,” Gila purred.

George put a massive paw over the cat’s crotch, rubbing its spire with his palm. Gila automatically humped against it, grunting. His arms were spread over the large ottoman and his paws grasped the sides, giving the gecko free reign of his intimate area.

“I woulda held you in place and made you watch,” said George, cupping his hand around the cat’s tented, thrusting front. Gila moaned and spread his legs, which made the crotch of his shorts tear further. It felt like he was bursting out of them, freeing himself from constraint and leaping into physical, natural need. It was becoming more and more his status quo, with all the biological fluids and solids he was torturing his briefs with, usually cotton but sometimes polypropylene.

But was it real torture, though? He loved using them to their objective maximum.

“W-wouldn’t that be cheating? Watching another man perform private, erotic acts?” Gila huffed, thrusting into George’s smooth paw and his soft undies. They progressively became more moist as his cock throbbed and oozed into them.

George shrugged, tugging his own thick, jutting erection. By its length alone, it was mere inches from Gila’s covered, delicate hole. “It’s like porn at that point, and porn is junk food. Good in small doses. He leaned forward, pressing the bulky tip of his shaft against the cat’s rump. His shorts had torn enough to expose the backside of his briefs, and Gila’s cheeks clenched against it through the cotton.

“Would you let me do it again?”

George lifted his paw, then took the front waistband of Gila’s underwear and pulled it down, tucking it under the cat’s balls. His modest prick now exposed, Gila felt even more vulnerable. The gecko rested his paw on his husband’s knee, letting his cock throb out in the open, unattended.

“Sparingly. And primarily with me. Our vows as a couple are made so that we remain the erotic epicenter of the other’s world. I own you, as you promised, and vice-versa. I’m letting this slide because I love you, and it was an excellent experience. You kinda fell into it, and let’s be honest: I wish I’d been there. However: if next week, a dragon with a sac the size of your head wants to shit down the front of your briefs while you blow him? I won’t be so charitable.”

Gila’s ears folded as he looked down his half-naked body. The legs of his shorts contrasted with the completely open view of his arousal. “God, that does sound hot, but—what if you were there, with me, fucking me in the ass?”

“While his dung leaks out over my thighs?”

“Sure! And you could wipe them off on me—”

George frowned. “I only want your shit on my thighs … or mine,” he added with a blush. “Like I said before, the only thing keeping us together is our love. We open the door, it could blow wide open. I know Jacko’s okay with sexual expeditions, but the jungle’s got snakes in it.”

“Th-that’s fair,” said Gila.

George nodded and pulled Gila’s briefs back over his erection. “Now let’s move forward. I got a pretty cat and an insatiable lust for tight pussy.”

Gila blushed as George took his shorts and his briefs and pulled them up his legs. His thighs closed and his feet followed upward, unfolding his bottom half until his legs were completely straight in the air. His sac fell behind his legs and his rump lay out in the open, its sensitive slit uncovered. With his feet up and tied together, it felt like a diaper change.

When George pushed Gila’s feet forward, bending his body from ninety to eighty degrees, the cat heard his stomach growl and a pressure build in his lower cradle.

“H-honey!” Gila gasped, but the gecko was already smirking. He’d heard the squirmy rumblings, too. George leaned around Gila’s legs with the smuggest of grins.

“Need to go, my darling?”

The cat tightened up his lower core, but this made the mass slide lower. It occupied his exposed extremities with distinct volume and weight. There Gila was with his ass sticking out in the air, and he needed to shit.

“D-darling,” Gila stammered, “Let me just take care of this real quick and you can have all the tight pussy you want.”

George maintained his grin. “Why yes. Why don’t you take care of it real quick?” The gecko pushed the cat’s feet forward again, compressing him like a toothpaste tube. He could feel the weight of George’s cock resting between his rump cheeks. His passage inflated and his ears folded as he passed gas right on the gecko’s groin. The rasp and the hot, fetid air made his cheeks burn, but this made George’s smile glow all the brighter.

After all, Gila was sharing his intimate matter—solid, liquid, or gas—with his lover. Even if that meant farting all over George’s dick and balls.

It’s all a metaphor for orgasm, isn’t it? The way your face screws up, your balls tingle and your toes curl as you’re about to erupt…

“H-honey,” Gila said with a tremble. His slit hissed with another puff of bacterial air. “I’m really close.”

“Let yourself go, then,” George purred, pushing his hips against Gila’s undercarriage. The cat’s flatus stuttered when the Gecko’s member pressed over his puckered ring. “We can clean the carpet later.”

“I-I I’m not sure. Is this something you want?” Gila asked. His arms were free, but with the gecko holding his bound ankles high up, the only way he could escape would be to ask.

“My balls are turning blue,” George said.

“Well they’ll soon be a different—oh!”

The hiss was cut off by a solid squirm, and Gila’s heart fluttered when he saw George’s brow ridge go up. Something was pressing against George’s shaft. The gecko shifted his hips forward, pushing his thick member between Gila’s thighs, making it rest on the cat’s own prick. There was a subtle, aromatic smear on the bottom of it and the cat groaned, realizing the battle was quickly being lost.

“I can wait all day,” said George, reaching down to rub the cat’s gurgling stomach. “Not sure you can.”

Gila’s naked rump churned and groaned, mounting with steely pressure. Its ring spread around a hesitant, semi-firm shaft, struggling to close. “I can’t wait any longer,” the cat moaned, then unclenched his canal and let nature run.

A crackle filled the room, and Gila felt some backpressure as his body passed a heavy turd. It bent against George’s balls and broke, falling to the carpet with a thud as more slithered out of him. His scat stretched his ring, moving in a long cable. It was impossible to stop; his abdomen pulsed as it pushed its burdensome load out into the naked air.

His legs remained suspended, and all he could do was continue shitting as George frotted between his thighs. The gecko’s balls slapped against his smudged anus and then bumped against an emerging cudgel of dung.

When Gila moaned, George pushed his hips directly against Gila’s rump, and let his exposed, vulnerable rump unload its aromatic cargo onto the gecko’s anatomy.

“You really had to shit, didn’t ya?” George growled, fucking Gila’s thighs.

“Still do,” the cat gasped, clenching down to empty himself, unable to stop. The odor of his necessity crept about the room, steaming between George’s shoes. The cool firmness of the gecko’s large member rubbed against Gila’s own, and he found his balls tingling and his shaft buzzing. His ass was an open, relaxed tube, mass rolling out at a steady rate. Perfect relaxation ensheathed his intimate, naked undercarriage. Everything was open, nothing obscene, all preparing for full release.

“Honey, nnf,” frrrt “I’m getting really close,” Gila whispered. The carnal, dominating male instinct surrounded Gila like the earthy vapor of his biological, territorial imperative.

“Me too, babe,” George grunted.

“Stick a finger in me,” he whispered. His cock was jumping, and Gila looked to the ceiling to stave off his eruption.

“Give me that dirty ass,” the gecko growled, and he sucked a finger of his free paw, then wedged it into the smeared crevice of Gila’s intimate hole. It wormed its way in amidst a layer of mud, and its thick diameter spread the cat back open. George increased his own thrusts, the head freely pouring precum, then hooked his finger against Gila’s love-stone. He ground his slick cock against the cat’s prick, and both males shuddered as their bodies surged with orgasm.

Both shafts spewed onto Gila’s stomach and chest, tossing heavy, hot ropes all over the furry male’s heaving body. They emptied their balls all over the gasping cat, slathering him with instinctual, prehistoric male essence. The two remained locked in sexual euphoria for a few moments more, breathing through their mouths as the cloud of Gila’s digestive load filled the room.

“God fucking damnit that was hot,” snarled George. The gecko slowly backed away, keeping his shoes spread, and looked at Gila’s dirty rump, keeping his legs pulled into the air. The center was painted with his beautiful brown expulsion, and the cheeks remained pristine. His hole pulsed in the dirt, making it undulate. George took his finger, caked to the first knuckle, and wiped it on the cat’s ass.

“Heh,” said Gila, laying in a lattice of musky essence, “You can be my big dragon if you wanna shit down the front of my briefs. Give me a big, messy bulge.”

George’s eyebrow rose, and he looked at the brown pile on the carpet. “Let’s get cleaned up first. I don’t want my afterglow to turn sour. Post-nut sobriety and all that.”

The gecko carefully stepped away, his cock still half-hard and swinging in front of his legs. He retrieved some adult wipes from the main-floor bathroom, cleverly disguised as “Pendrael Pharmaceuticals” instead of a fetish wipe, and lifted Gila’s ankles back up to get access to his bottom. He coughed as the musky, earthy bravado of his husband’s scat turned into filthy, derelict stench.

“Ask me that question again in five minutes when your boner goes down,” he said. “Actually, hold on.” He gently lowered Gila’s feet to rest on the couch, then got a plastic bag and turned it inside out. George picked up the cat’s leavings from the carpet, then tied the bag and tossed them away. Then he got back to cleaning his lover. “There, much better.”

George loved this part, because he got to take care of his husband. Into the crack the gecko’s wipes went, scooping up mud and setting it aside. Gila purred as the cool clothes caressed his sensitive backside, and wiggled in place as George kept his legs high and out of the way. His rump and hole totally exposed, the cat gave his body over to the gecko. Despite his shirt, he was naked for his husband. Gila still had to blush, because George was wiping a very dirty material from a very intimate spot.

The final wipe scooped up the rest of them and George bagged these, too. Gila remained on the couch and gently kicked off his cream-filled briefs and torn, crotchless shorts. His shirt had caught much of their expulsions, and he gingerly cleaned his stomach with the garment. George came back after washing his hands, and Gila greeted him with a warm smile. He looked down and grinned, seeing distinct brown marks on the gecko’s plump sac. Goodness, it wasn’t that long ago that George was holding him in place and making him push.

“Let me clean you,” he implored, and George nodded. The gecko presented his limp, pendulous genitals to the cat, and Gila took wipes, one by one, and made sure to caress every inch. He lifted the shaft, heavy even now, and drew a cloth along the underside. Another went down the front of his egg purse, then another around the back. George gently growled as Gila massaged him, rocking back and forth as the cat curated his private area. When done, they tossed the wipes and cleaned the carpet, bringing out the shampoo as if they had a pet.

Their handiwork done, the naked cat towered over his bulky husband. Gila’s paw naturally went around George’s back, and when the two turned their heads to each other, they shared a deep, intimate kiss. The two quickly entwined, lips smacking and tongues dancing, and they lay back down on the couch with Gila on top. Their soft penises rubbed together; and Gila’s gropes on George’s chest, and George’s gropes on Gila’s rump; alternated between loving caresses and impassioned grasps.

“I love you so much,” Gila whispered.

“I love you endlessly,” George answered.

The men spent the rest of the night completely naked, cooking together, reading together, and watching movies snuggled up on the couch. When the night came and their libido was restored, they spent a passionate hour making love, and then George put Gila in a pair of Briefies™ so his husband could keep his pearly gift.