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The Royal Oak

Chapter 1

My boyfriend Paul is a real sweetie. I mean, he bought tickets for us to go and see Tannhäuser together and he doesn't actually like opera. He slept through most of it but it was still a lovely gesture and it was nice to feel him sleeping peacefully with his head resting against my shoulder. One of the other wonderful things about Paul is that he is a total pervert. I mean, I thought I was kinky, but I can't hold a candle to him. To give you an idea about two months into our relationship it was after hours at the pub...wait, I haven't told you yet have I? Sorry, getting ahead of myself so I'll back up.

Paul's father runs this pub in my home town called The Royal Oak. He had recently bought and renovated it so I dropped in to check it out and have a pint. The place seemed nice enough, cosy with lots of nooks and crannies and several open fires. I had a pint and found that before I left I needed to go to the toilet. While I was at the urinal the most handsome tabby I have ever seen walked up and instead of taking the urinal at the other end of the row stood right next to me. I knew he was checking me out, but I didn't mind because I was checking him out as well. I don't know what attracted a cute guy like him to an older, slightly overweight badger like me, but he must have liked something, because he introduced himself there at the urinal. We chatted briefly as we washed our hands and then as he left the toilets he turned to me and said "Well handsome, I hope I'll be seeing more of you". I saw his eyes flick to my crotch and then back to mine, and then he turned and left, his tail lashing gently behind him to emphasise the cutest butt I have ever seen.

Needless to say I came back the next evening and got talking to him again. I hadn't really expected it to go anywhere, I'm not normally into overly flirty guys, but as I said, he's actually really sweet, and we hit it off. So anyway, that's how we came to be sitting there after hours. His dad was ill and his sister was away with friends, so I had agreed to help Paul clean up. The next day was a Saturday, so it wasn't like I had to be up early.

We'd both had a bit to drink and I needed to use the toilet before we started. Paul said he needed to go as well, but when we got in there we were confronted by a good sized puddle of piss by the urinals. Then Paul did something I really wasn't expecting. When we were standing at the urinals he knelt down, and started to undo my flies. When I asked him what he's doing he just looked up at me and said "Honey, I really want you to piss on me."At first I was a bit freaked out and I was on the verge of walking out, but he did this adorable plaintive big eyed cat thing, and his ears dipped, and I've learnt I just can't say no to that. Also, it turns out I was a lot drunker than I had realised. Plus my bladder was really full. I thought about it, I mean, I needed to go, and he wanted it, what harm could it do?

It took me a few moments to relax enough, but pretty soon I had a good flow going. Paul caught most of it in his mouth, gulping it down and letting out a deep, satisfied purr. Every so often he closed his mouth and dipped his head into the stream, my piss flowing through his mop of brown hair, down his fur and soaking into his t-shirt. He had settled down onto his backside, his jean soaking in the piss on the floor and his tail swishing happily through the puddle.

As my flow eased off he brought his mouth close to my cock, his pink tongue curled to catch the last few drops. I felt a wonderful sense of relief, coupled with an intense and rather unexpected arousal at the sight of my boyfriend soaked in piss.

Once I had squeezed out the last few drops onto his waiting tongue I took a deep breath, and actually experienced a shiver of pleasure at the stink of my piss and the stale piss on the floor. Paul noticed and asked "So, not as bad as you thought it would be?"

"No" I said, "not bad at all."

"Well it gets better" he said, drawing a condom and a small tube of lube from his jeans. I realised then that this had been something of a set up, but by that point all my inhibitions had gone. He quickly extracted the condom and put it on my cock, careful to keep his sharp claws retracted. After applying the lube to my cock he turned round, dropped his trousers and lifted his tail to expose his beautiful arse. Bending over, one arm holding him up, his face only a few inches above the puddle on the floor, he applied some more lube to his pink hole. I could tell he was getting off from the smell, and to be honest by this point so was I.

I knelt down behind him, stale piss beginning to soak into my trousers, and I pushed my dick gently into him, stroking the soft fur of his flanks, eliciting a mewing, purring sound which was unbelievably sexy. At first it felt strange, pushing myself against the wet fur of his arse, but I was too far gone by that point and I started up a steady rhythm. His long, beautiful tail waved in front of me, wafting the scents of arousal and urine into my eager nose. It didn't take long for me to come, and by now I was loving this. I kept humping him until he came, and it was wonderful hearing him moan and feeling his body shudder with his orgasm.

We stood up and I expected feelings of disgust and regret to kick in, but seeing the happiness in his face I just felt a warm glow deep in my chest. I was fairly well soaked from the waist down, so I thought, what the heck, and pulled his lithe, damp body against me and kissed him, tasting my own piss for the first time on his lips.

We kissed there for a while, but it was getting late. Fortunately it was late summer and still fairly warm, so to avoid trailing piss through the pub we stripped off, wrung out our clothes a little and then went to the kitchen and threw them in the washing machine. We stood there, naked in the kitchen, when Paul said "Hey, do you fancy doing the cleaning naked?"

"OK. Should we shower first?" I asked. Paul walked across to me, holding his drying body against mine. I could feel his warmth and his firm muscles through his damp fur and he looked up into my eyes mischievously "Well, we could. But if we leave it until we've finished cleaning you might be ready for us to do it in the shower." With that he gently slid a paw down to my soft cock and fondled it lovingly. Needless to say I found it a persuasive argument.