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Jac woke up to the sound of his carefully laid planes being ruined pelting against his bedroom window. The bull stretched out to his full six and a half feet and glared at the rain spattering the glass. The weatherman had been wrong, and the town of College Park (creative name for a city with three universities and a nearby Air Force base) was not getting the sunshine he had predicted. Jac rolled out of bed, rubbing his brow with one paw and giving his sheath a scratch with the other, and checked the time. RJ would be here in two hours, and now the roan colored bull had to come up with another plan for the day.

It was their one year anniversary, which seemed to be something of feat for male couples in Jac's experience, and it had been planned to be their first public outing as a couple. With the repel of the "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy, RJ (a crew chief for the Air Force tankers) was feeling a little bit more willing to admit to being gay- or at the very least, not being so closeted. And so, Jac had planned to take the white tiger out on a picnic- it was early fall and still usually warm enough for such a venture, but today it seemed that the weather had decided to be autumn instead of the late summer they had been having. Jac sighed and went about his morning routine, ending with making himself some toast for breakfast before sitting down in front of his computer.

Almost by instinct, he found himself drawn to Jay Dee's blog. Jac had been a fan of the dragon's work even before the author/researcher/ tutor/some time teaching assistant/ guest lecturer had realized his sexual orientation and begun writing about it. While Jac had been out since his teen years, RJ had found some comfort in the cross town writer's works. As the website loaded, the bull thought back to that day a year ago when the handsome slender white tiger had walked into the gym where he was working. A smile slowly crossed his muzzle, and he felt a stirring in his sheath as the thought of his feline love momentarily erased the disappointment of the rain.

Jay was holding a chat this morning, in his boxers he declared, in celebration of having absolutely nothing to do today- at least until his husky boyfriend Cerberus got up. Topics of conversation included the weather, the story of the latest video game, college rumors, and what Jay was up to. It was in this exchange that the author noticed Jac's status was "depressed", as the bull was a regular visitor to the dragon's site. Jac had a fairly good idea of where Jay lived, but it was on the other side of town- not the student rental section where Jac lived- so they had not met in person yet (Jac had no car at the moment, but given his athlete background and general interest in fitness, he was quite content to let his hooves take him where he needed to go.)

What's wrong Jac? Jay typed.

Had plans for today v.v, the bull replied. But they've been washed out.

Boo... What kind of plans?

A picnic in the park with my boy- it's our anniversary today.

Yay! (Jay was well aware of Jac's gender and sexual orientation.) Well, you can still do something special, nee?

I suppose. It was... just... it was supposed to be our first time out in public as a couple.

Yes, well- there will be time for that. But you shouldn't let that stop you from making today special. You'll just have to find something else special to do with him.

And with that, the conversation with his favorite author ended and Jac began to prepare for RJ's imminent arrival, which mostly involved actually getting dressed. But he paused long enough to study himself in the full length mirror in the bathroom. Even judged by the standards of bovines, Jac was well muscled with large pectorals and a six pack of abs on full display under his coat of reddish-brown hair, although here and there a lighter patch broke up the monochrome of his coat, and hinted at the bit of horse in his family tree. His tail flicked back and forth as he studied himself, his eyes finally dropping to his crotch, knowing full well that it would most likely be on display for his love later that day. As benefited a bull, his balls where large and round, dangling nicely beneath his sheath where RJ could bat at them when the mood struck the tiger (and it often did). But his sheath also contained the one thing about himself that Jac wasn't sure he liked- his constant reminder that he has horses for ancestors: a thick, long shaft that flared like a stallion's when he climaxed. He was the longest and thickest male he knew, and that fact had led him (aside from the pure pleasure in it) to be a full time bottom in his relationships. Jac sighed and proceeded to get dressed.

The rain continued to pour down, but Jac's thoughts had turned to happier matters- namely the imminent arrival of the Air Force tiger that he had fallen so deeply in love with. A high school football player, before a knee injury and a loss of interest had made him a full time scholar in college; Jac had a good grasp of fitness and so had taken a job at the gym on campus as a personal trainer. His manner and attitude had made him especially popular with the females who came to the gym, until the day one year ago when a lean white tiger had come into the gym seeking help getting ready for his annual fitness test. He had come in very early in the morning, and by the time Jac had seen him he was topless and wearing only track pants. The trainer had been trying hard not to stare at the handsome feline (a difficulty when they were the only two in the gym) when he had heard the words that had changed his life:

"Hey, could you spot me handsome?"

Half an hour later, there was a knock on Jac's door and he answered to find RJ standing outside in his civilian gear with duffel slung over his shoulder. As he looked up, a broad smile parted his feline muzzle and his brown eyes twinkled with delight. The instant he was in the door, RJ dropped his duffel and threw his arms around Jac's neck and drew him into a passionate kiss. As their lips pressed together, Jac's paws dropped to his shorter love's mid back and slowly down to his rump while RJ's paws went up the bull's neck and up his horns.

"Well, hello there," Jac said as their mouths parted.

"Hello handsome," RJ said with a smile of his own. "Has it been a long week for you too?"

The tiger didn't wait for an answer; instead pressing his crotch against Jac's where the answer was clear as they could each feel their arousals pressing against each other. RJ giggled, rubbing his half erect member against Jac's as the bull smiled down at him. RJ always seemed to know just how to get his love to smile.

"I'm sorry sweetie," Jac finally whispered.

"For what, my bull?" RJ asked, genuine concern and worry for his love creeping into his voice.

"I had plans... for our anniversary, we were going to go out on a picnic, but it's raining."

"Aww, sweetie, you can't control the weather," RJ consoled as he stroked Jac's face. "Besides, I can think of lots of fun we can have indoors."

As he spoke, his paws dropped to Jac's waist and began massaging the bull's rear. Jac's own paws began to massage RJ's back, pulling the tiger's shirt up and over his head. Then they began kissing again, as Jac's fingers began to trace his love's stripes which provoked purring from the tiger. RJ returned the favor, running his paws over Jac's abs and chest as they kissed again. As they lingered in the kiss, paws continued to wander all over lovers' frames provoking little moans and groans of ecstasy as paws found especially sensitive areas. RJ broke the kiss, his brown eyes meeting Jac's golden ones as they nuzzled noses.

"Mmmm... why don't we just put down a blanket in here," RJ whispered, giving Jac's rear a squeeze that somehow managed to convey that the tiger meant the bull's all but bare living room (because the bull saved money by using inflatable camp furniture, the living room was currently bare save for the mandatory large screen TV for any gamer's home).

Jac saw something mischievous in the tiger's eyes, and while he wasn't sure what it was, he complied with his love's request and retrieved the older quilt his mother had made for him and he had reserved for this event. He returned to find RJ missing, though the soft clatter of dishes indicated that the tiger was in the kitchen, so Jac spread the blanket out on the floor. Outside, the rain grew harder and the first crash of thunder could be heard. The flash of lightning somehow reminded Jac of the past Christmas that they had spent together playing with RJ's gift: a digital point and shoot camera. Jac was still smiling at the memory when he heard his name seductively called.

RJ stood in the doorway to the kitchen, now clad only in a black pair of UnderArmour boxer briefs that contrasted his white fur so much that Jac's eyes were instinctively drawn to the bulge of his lover's tiger hood which the boxers struggled to contain. The tiger had his paws behind his head so that his thin (for a tiger) but muscular frame was on display: he had well defined pectorals and while he had nice flat abdominals, they were not as prominent as Jac's. His black tipped tail was wrapped loosely around his well-muscled thigh, its tip flicking in an inviting manner at about the level of his knee. Almost trance like, Jac found his hooves carrying him towards the perfect example of feline maleness without his eyes leaving the inviting bulge even as he felt a tent forming in his own pants.

They reached each other and their lips met again for a long moment before Jac let his instincts take hold and he slowly sunk to his knees, kissing RJ's neck, chest, and stomach, inhaling the tiger's musk as his muzzle arrived level with RJ's crotch. He was just nuzzling it through the spandex of the underwear when RJ reached down and took hold of Jac's chin and raised the bull's head to look up at him.

"Not just yet love," the tiger moaned. "Someone isn't quite ready yet."

As he spoke, he reached down and took hold of the bottom hem of Jac's shirt and slowly pulled it over the bull's head. Topless, Jac returned his muzzle to RJ's crotch, letting the musky scent fill him as he slid his fingers into the waist band of the tiger's boxer briefs to expose the object of his desire.

"You're still not ready cutie," RJ said with a giggle. "Stand up baby."

Obedient to his love's desires, Jac stood to allow RJ to take hold of his belt and relieve him of his jeans. RJ purred quietly as the blue thong that he had given Jac for Christmas was revealed, struggling to hold the bull's massive shaft as it began to emerge from its sheath. The tiger closed his eyes as the bull's pungent musk filled his sensitive feline nose and sent his whiskers twitching. As the scent filled his nostrils, his determination also filled him to go through with his plan. But there was no hurry, as Jac had already gone back to foreplay, kiss RJ's neck and gently sucking on his nipple.

"Oh, my bull," RJ moaned. He became aware that his underwear was now around his ankles leaving his erection exposed and throbbing gently against Jac's muzzle. The bull's warm breath against his shaft caused the tiger to moan even louder.

Jac took his time with his love and cupped his sac and stroked his taint before slowly sliding the softly barbed shaft into his muzzle. The soft nubs on the feline shaft was stimulating to both of them, as they were extremely sensitive, bringing even louder moans from RJ and the feel of them sliding against his tongue caused even more stirring in Jac's loins. The bull was already anticipating the wonderful feeling of those barbs stimulating his insides. RJ took hold of his horns and was thrusting gently against his muzzle while Jac worked his tongue over and around the tiger's wonderful shaft. All too soon, he felt RJ pulling away, and he opened his eyes to see the tiger's black shaft wiggling tantalizing in front of him. Jac smiled up at his love, sensing it was time to put the blanket to use. Slowly the bull stood up and hugged his tiger.

"Baby?" RJ whispered. "I want you to mate me."

"Sweetie," Jac said after the meaning of what the tiger wanted finally dawned on him. "You know I don't do that. I'm too big."

"No you're not," RJ insisted, as he reached down to stroke the object in question. "Besides, I've been practicing. And it's our anniversary, why don't we make it special?"

Jac remembered Jay Dee's advice from earlier in that morning, and saw the desire in RJ's eyes. It was a desire he knew that he could not deny his love. Not even this. Somehow, he was naked now- his thong held in RJ's paw and his arousal on full display.

"Mmmm... such a lovely big boy," RJ whispered as he caressed the bull's member. "So under used... Wouldn't you like to bulge a tiger tummy?"

Whether in response to the tiger's question, or his touches, Jac's shaft leapt to full attention. Suddenly, the idea of planting his seed deep inside his willing lover very much appealed to the bull.

For RJ, he doubted that his black shaft, indeed well sized for a tiger, could get any harder. For him, this was at the top of his list of desires: to have a shaft inside him that caused his stomach to bulge like in the porn movies. While he was sure he would love Jac anyway, he couldn't say that finding out the bull possessed such a tool displeased him. And he hadn't been lying to Jac when he said he'd been practicing: he had ordered a dildo cast from the member of Jethero Pole, the famous Clydesdale porn star, and had been using it on a semi regular basis. He hadn't managed to take all of the toy's impressive length (advertised as a foot and a half long); he thought he could take Jac's own length which he guessed to be about 10 inches. RJ looked up into Jac's eyes, almost ready to plead with his boyfriend even as he rubbed their shafts against each other. But he didn't need to, as he saw acceptance slowly creep across the bull's handsome face.

How they moved from the kitchen door to the blanket on the floor, Jac never remembered, but it hardly mattered as the two engaged in the business of foreplay. Paws sought lover's curves, tongues stimulated necks and chests, fingers gently worked tail holes open, and shafts rubbed against each other while moans, exclamations of love, and wet kisses sounded through the air. Finally, they ended up on their knees, with Jac's shaft in between RJ's legs as the tiger pressed his back against the bull's stomach. The tiger was admiring just how much of that shaft, beginning to flare ever so slightly, was in view while Jac nibbled the fur at the base of his neck and rubbed his chest. Finally, RJ couldn't stand it any longer and playfully pushed Jac to the ground. Realizing that RJ was in control of their lovemaking this time, Jac obediently stayed put making sure his bull hood was on full display for the tiger.

RJ vanished briefly, returning with a bottle of lube which he opened with a practiced motion before pouring a good measure onto Jac's shaft. The bull moaned and shuddered a little at the cool liquid running down him, a sensation he was not overly familiar with, before the paws of his love drove the cold away as they smeared the liquid all along his length. Jac could only moan as RJ settled himself onto his chest before they kissed passionately. Slowly, RJ pressed his rump against the tip of Jac thick shaft, allowing the broad shaft to stimulate his tail hole.

After a long moment, Jac's pre began to fill his orifice enough that it slid in with an almost audible_ pop_. Both gasped in unison: Jac at the unfamiliar but insanely pleasurable pressure against his shaft as the tiger's warm, slick insides pressed against it; and RJ at the sudden sense of being completely and utterly filled. Jac's thick shaft stimulated him everywhere, and the tiger's shaft was leaking a constant stream of pre onto the bull's stomach as he slowly slid more and more of Jac into his rear. All Jac could do was grasp RJ's hips and moan in pleasure as the tiger slid up and down his shaft, RJ's knees pressing against his sides and the warm drip of his love's pre on his stomach. RJ was lost in the pleasure as well, as he could feel Jac's shaft beginning to flare as the panting, moaning, sweating bull got closer to release, but he also was thinking deep in the back of his mind how much better this was then the toy.

He rocked back, and now the pressure began to reach a new height inside him and he felt Jac's balls touch his rump. He looked down as he kept moving up and down, first seeing the pleasure on Jac's muzzle as the bull moaned with his eyes squeezed shut, then down to his own stomach where he could see a bull dick sized bulge in his stomach poking his navel out every time Jac's balls touched his rump, and then it suddenly enlarged as Jac's shaft flared completely. Suddenly, there was almost a vacuum in his tail hole, resisting RJ's efforts to pull himself up the bull's shaft. RJ was in heaven.

"TIGER!" Jac cried out suddenly. Immediately after that, RJ watched his stomach bulge even more as a steady stream of bull cum exploded into him. That was all it took to drive the tiger into his own orgasm, as he released totally hands free all over Jac. The bull's tight grip on his hips ensured that the spray hit his chin. RJ could feel warmth running out of his tail hole, even as he pumped the last of his load onto Jac. Finally, his knees gave out and the white tiger slumped into the sticky waiting arms of his roan colored love. For a long time, they just held each other. Then Jac nuzzled RJ's ear.

"Happy anniversary, honey."