All My Life
Warning: May contain sex... in fact, alot of sex. Really hot sex. Ah whatever, just read the fucking thing! :)
What's the point in living?
Why had he come here again? It was because, if he wasn't here, he'd be at home. Being at home with his family, his mum and his two sisters, wasn't such a bad thing. It was being home-alone that he couldn't stand. Both his sisters were older than him, and one was preparing to move out. His mother had a full time job, and was rarely around. As much as they sometimes drove him crazy with rage, he loved being with them. At least, when he was here, there were other people around.
However, Chris was also very depressed. He felt desperately alone, secluded and cut off from society. His physiologists had concluded that this loneliness had started because he had been adopted into his family. The rest of them were human, and he was feline. Some said it was because he was the youngest, or because he was the only guy. His dad had died years ago and he had no brothers.
He knew what. A girlfriend, right? He'd been asked out by several different girls before, but had turned them all down. He didn't know why, but girls didn't seem to interest him in the way they should have. When he thought of having a girl to hold and care for it just... didn't appeal to him. He didn't know way. It was worse than frustrating. It was torment.
"Oh shit!" he cursed out loud, looking at his watch. He needed to get back and take his medication - Anti-depressants. He felt worse without them. Time to go back home... and sit in his room for a bit.
Then, when his vision began returning, he saw somebody looking down at him. Somebody who, he quickly realized, was asking if he was ok. He sat up, rubbing his head.
"Hey! Wait!" he called after him. The tiger turned around, frowning.
On the way back to Chris' house, Jarret kept on asking the same thing. 'Why do you trust me?' Chris' only real response was 'I don't know' or 'You seem friendly'.
"You want something to eat? It's already nine o'clock. I'm starving." Chris asked. He led Jarret through to the kitchen.
really want to kiss someone?"
"So..." Jarret broke the silence. "Do you wanna' kiss, or not?"
At first Chris had no idea what he was doing. His eyes were wide open, and he just kind of... stood there with his mouth open. But Jarret's arm around his waist was somehow relaxing... and the tiger seemed to have gotten the hang of it. He felt a warm, very much welcomed tongue pressing against his lips. Slightly confused at first, Chris didn't open his mouth, but then he felt more relaxed...
Suddenly he felt himself dragged off to another world, where nothing seemed to matter anymore. He pushed himself in closer to the tiger, desperate for more of that warmth. He shut his eyes, totally mesmerized by the experience of actually holding somebody else. For that moment, Jarret was the one thing in the world that mattered to him. Everything else, his family, friends and school, became worthless. He just wanted to stay here... with this tiger, forever. He didn't care if he'd met him a few minutes ago.
It was quite a shock when Jarret pulled away from him. Despite the kiss having ended, Chris still didn't let go of him. "How was that?" Jarret asked.
Chris showed Jarret up to his bedroom. It was a dark room, with clothes strewn all over the floor and posters covering every inch of the walls. The bed looked as though it hadn't been made for years. They sat down on the floor.
"Ok, I will!" Chris said. Unfortunately, he realized he felt much stupider trying to take off his trousers with someone watching. He pretended to struggle, buying time until the inevitable happened, before he finally stripped down to his boxers.
Jarret blushed. "So... my turn?" He asked.
"Wow..." Chris smiled. "You're really hard."
Chris sniggered. "It's really hard... how'd do you get it to be like that?"
Jarret adjusted his position slightly. "If you keep doing that..." he said, "I'm gonna' cum real hard."
It didn't taste great...
So he showed Jarret the shower, which was just about big enough to fit one person inside, and then smiled sheepishly at him, before attempting to leave.
It was at this point, however, that he suddenly remembered his medication. Shit! If he didn't take them he became... well... worse. But then again, he thought, why couldn't he just take them a little late? No harm in that... being with Jarret was much more preferable than swallowing pills.
"Whoa, that felt weird..." he said, his voice weak.
"Oh man... that's so..." he began, but never bothered to finish. He shut his eyes and rocked his head back, letting water drain down his face. He could feel Jarret's every lunge, and could even feel his tongue curling effortlessly around him. It was strange... on some levels he could feel every inch of his dick being engulfed but, at the same time, he could barely feel anything at all. Regardless, his entire lower body tensed and relaxed every time Jarret bobbed his head forwards.
Chris wouldn't have known it, but seemingly endless drops of pre began oozing from inside him. It was this that urged Jarret continue, right up to the point where Chris' entire body tensed and became rigid from pleasure.
"Hey!" Chris yelped and pulled back. "That jus' tickles now..." he grinned.
He jumped back, laughing. "Hey! I can still taste my own jello!"
"Tired?" Jarret asked him. They both sitting on Chris' bed, Jarret's arm warmly around his shoulders, staying as close to each other as they could.
"You... really... are hot..." the tiger drawled, as though hypnotized.
"Does that feel ok?"
"Ok... how about now?" As soon as Jarret asked, he applied pressed onto Chris' hole and pushed his finger into him.
Jarret got clumsily to his knees and tugged his shirt off, once again reveal that muscular, well toned, furry chest that Chris had already fallen in love with. Then he unzipped his flies, quite slowly, and took everything else off too. Chris stared at the familiar, fully erect, seven inch tiger cock in front of him.
At first, Chris' only reaction to that was tense his muscle and grip the bedcovers with his claws. God... he loved the feel of that tiger cock sliding inside him! It was great! But, of course, there came a point where Jarret shoved and inch too far into him. And then another. And another. Now it just hurt.
"Handling it ok?" Jarret asked.
Now even Jarret couldn't stop himself making the occasional grunt, groan or similar odd sound to mark his pleasure. His natural, feral instincts were more dominating right now. As far as he was concerned, Chris was his mate, and he just wanted to breed with him as hard and as fast as he could. Chris, on the other hand, was just on the verge of yelling something out. Being fucked was new to him, but he knew, straight away, that he loved it. He'd do this all day if he could!
"Fucking..." Jarret's attempt to say something went horribly wrong. Instead, he drilled his dick as far and as hard as he could into Chris' tail hole and kept it there, practically howling as jets of tiger cum filled Chris up from the inside.
Jarret collapsed on top of him. His scent was overpoweringly strong - to the point where Chris wanted to get down and worship the tiger. He resisted the feral urge though. "Fucking..." Jarret breathed through exhaustion, "...best... fuck... ever..." the tiger's fur was matted with sweat, but Chris didn't care. In fact, it made his intoxicating scent that much more strong.
"I've never done that before." Jarret said as he lay down next Chris, hugging him tight. "Seriously... I forgot who I was... I felt like a real animal; like a feral tiger or something. All my life I've been waiting for somebody I could do that too!"
He sat up, confused. Had he dreamed the whole thing? He'd had sex dreams before, but they'd never been so... intense! No - there was no way something so passionate could have been dreamed up by his imagination.
Now he was certain it hadn't been a dream. He remembered when Jarret fucked him, and he'd blown his seed all over the bed, right there. The memory made him shudder with delight.
But then, as his heart was beginning to pound with fear and disappointment, he saw the small piece of paper that had been left on the pillow.
Ha.
Toodle-pip xxx