# Beach Fun (Birthday Story for TiberiusRings)

Author: Domus Vocis
Tags: Anal, Beach, Birthday story, Comedy, Drunken Fun, Exhibitionism, Fanfiction, Fox, Gay, M/M, Public, Romance, Saint Patrick's Day, Sex, Simon King, Tiberius Rings, Tiger, san francisco, spoilers

It was Tiberius Rings' birthday recently, and to celebrate, I wrote a fanfic that takes place in his Simon King universe, and [Fruitz](https://www.furaffinity.net/user/Fruitz) drew artwork to accompany it. There's not much to say other than it's a smutty story featuring two of Tibs' OCs on the beach late at night, hehe.   
  
I'm happy you enjoyed it, my friend! I'm glad you had a happy birthday! \<3  
  
WARNING: This story contains spoilers for Book 1-3 of the Simon King trilogy.

Well, I never thought I would write about one of my sexual escapades in this journal, but I need to. Tin’s snoring isn’t what is keeping me up. I can’t fall asleep. I can’t lie down in bed. I can barely even consider counting sheep. All I can think about is what me and my handsome tiger just did out on the beach last night!

We somehow managed to find somebody to keep an eye on Lucas for the evening, giving me and Tin a night to ourselves. Thanks to our jobs, and raising an energetic furball like Lucas, making sure that bratty Mexican wolf didn’t get into just as much trouble as I did when I was his age, the two of us rarely ever found a chance to go out on a date. So, when the two of us discovered we both had a night off on the St. Patrick’s Day, we decided to take advantage.

San Francisco has a small community of Irish immigrants, but not as many compared to New York. However, that doesn’t mean that they don’t know how to celebrate with national pride. The pubs filled up in capacity, each their own Irish fiefdoms. Plenty danced in the street or sang songs in improvisational parades, and the bartenders let the whiskey flow like water. Tin and I found ourselves swept up in the cheer, though I did get a few dirty looks from our fellow drinkers whenever I let my English accent slip. I cannot remember what one red-furred setter exactly said to me, as I still found myself too distracted by my fifth shot of whiskey, but I did remember spotting my burly tiger punching him in the muzzle. That led to us getting kicked out on the street.

The two of us continued singing songs and imitating the worst Irish accents imaginable. My memory became clearer though when we made it to the beach not too far from the city’s Irish neighborhood. It is a beautiful stretch of sand and grass that extends all the way to the golden gates, and I remember it being deserted well past sunset. Why?

Well…I might as well get into detail. I have been avoiding that as long as possible in this entry anyway. Here it is: Tin and I had sex. Out in the open.

We were both tipsy and drunk not just on alcohol, but happiness too. Despite how much whiskey I had in my system and how many swigs of bourbon Tin ingested, we were still sober enough to talk coherently with each other. We’d be talking in such a lackadaisical manner that made us look air-headed to an outsider. Out of all the topics we talked about, from the tiger missing his two brothers on the East Coast, to me explaining the intricacies of chimney sweeping, I don’t remember much about what words we exactly said, but I did remember us laughing and remembering as we compared childhoods.

At some point, we reach the waters lapping at the wet sands, and the two of us stood transfixed at the colors in the sky. And boy, what a sky! My memory is hazy at some points, but besides what happened minutes later, I cannot forget what stood before me and Tin. The sun headset very recently, but rays of light continued to glow across the horizon. Traces of stars and the crescent moon hovered over our ears along the edges of brilliant purple and orange hues that reminded me of my tiger and his fur. It was beautiful, just like him.

When I mentioned it aloud, Tin said something along the lines of, “So are you, Simon. Your white patch…it reminds me of a full moon, and your body’s the night.”

We both held a paw as we spoke. I remember squeezing it and forming the biggest smile I ever held and stared up at my tiger. “I love you, Tin.”

His tail brushed against mine as he replied, “I love you too, Simon.”

We stepped forward into each other’s arms soon after, and as it became pitch black around us, I leaned up to kiss Tin. I could still hear his pulsing heartbeat quickly and despite the loud crashing waves and barking seagulls flying overhead. I still heard it as our kissing became more furious and the scent of alcohol on our combined breath filled our nostrils. Through it all, through the sea breeze and scent of the open ocean, I still smelled him. He intoxicated me more than anything the Irish pubs could have sold us.

Surprisingly, Tin was the one to suggest it. He started shedding his clothes, kicking away his pants, and peeling off my shirt and shoulder straps. His pulsing erection throbbing against mine through the fabric easily convinced me. Before either of us fully comprehended our actions, we were both naked. And tumbling across the sand as we rubbed together. We leaked everywhere: on the sand, our fur, our fingers, and on my tail. Once I finally rested on my back, Tin raised both my legs up while aligning his shaft.

Since it was so dark, and we were both still a little drunk, it took a few tries before finally, my tiger lover thrust forward and entered me. He wisely muffled my cries with a feverish, whiskered kiss.

My mind is blurry, but my ass remembers it all perfectly. Despite the lack of proper lubrication, and making do with his pre-cum, Tin was gentle as we lay together on that beach. His strong fingers and palms caressed my sides. My fingers reached up to grip his solid pecs. We both moan with each serene movement. He held me in his powerful arms, planting kisses and whispers of forgotten poetry, chuffing and purring between deep breaths and lustful grunts. As our fornicating progressed though, my tiger got bolder. Rougher. Much more animalistic than I was used to from him. I remember staring teary-eyed up at the sky as it filled with stars, each thrust he made making many more appear in my vision. The only sounds that I could hear over the breaking waves and seagulls in the distance were his voice and mine.

The entire time, my poor cock had been rubbing madly against his sculpted abdomen. I sometimes joke if they have been carved from solid silk, but their effect on me is the same. I recall feeling my ass stretched around Tin’s member, feeling it pound me faster and faster. Our muffled moans grew louder, our growls more desperate, our kisses deeper, movements sweatier until finally…we came together. It had to be one of the most magical times we have had sex.

The two of us tensed and quivered. Tin’s back muscles bulged under my fingers as I felt him make a final thrust. The stars above us grew three sizes and shrank as my head embedded in the sand. I lay gasping underneath that hulking tiger, his thick cock already having emptied inside me and growing flaccid. So was my length. It had just finished staining both of our stomachs and dried between them as we lay together. We were both tired, sweaty, and still a little bit tipsy. Neither of us could speak, not as we struggled to catch our breaths and the reality of what we’d just done settled in. We were hard all over again.

I will spare you the further details, but at some point, I woke up back home. Tin nursed his hangover in the bathroom as I lay there on the soft mattress, pondering my life choices. Dried cum and sweat covered us both, and we took a shower together. Lucas had already cooked us some breakfast by the time we got dressed and we had found the courage to enter the kitchen. Having an empty stomach probably helped, and the cocky young wolf had been learning to cook recently.

We didn’t say much other than wish our adoptive son a good morning. What he then said next mortified me and greatly embarrassed Tin.

“Why did I find sand all over the front door?”

Safe to say, Lucas is never going to let us live it down.

Yet what made me mortified the most was when I heard a strange tale in the rumor mill. Apparently, a group of beach-going friends at the shipyard had made their own trek to the stretch of sand along the Pacific coast and discovered the spot where Tin and I made drunken love. According to their story, a ‘lucky couple’ had sex on the beach, and thanks to the tide not reaching it yet, a perfect outline of someone on their back and contours of an ass on the sand remained, alongside an indent of knees behind the first pair of outlines in the sand. The shipyard workers talked about it like it had been a lady and man having sex, drooling in the break room about what the woman must have looked like. What her ass looked like, what it felt like, and whether they could meet such a fine piece of tail.

I am still blushing like a red tomato under my fur. Simply put though, I did not bother to correct them. Honestly, how could I?

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