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The Sunday after the first athletic club meeting was the slowest day that Ryan had ever lived through. Monday brought routine, the daily grind and workouts and work at night. He was glad for the normalcy, and for the exhaustion that came with it. Nothing like a full time job and fifteen credit hours to monopolize time. Three weeks of nothing special. The tiger had a few dates, but nothing that blew him away and nothing that went further than an awkward goodnight kiss.

It was another Tuesday night. Just another night at CJ's bar and grill in front of the big old flattop stove that was it's own special firetrap, as proved by the fresh scorch marks near the only new dial on the antique appliance. Ryan was nursing fajita steak, peppers, and onions.

"There's nothing to do on Tuesdays." The whining of Zach, the skinny sixteen year old black lab, screwed with Ryan's zen a little.

"Sweep underneath everything. Clean up the silver. Get on dishes." A grin over at the younger male in an apron still mostly white as he leaned against the squat freezer that held all the fries.

"We gotta do all that stuff at the end of the night anyways."

"No, I have to do all that stuff at the end of the night. You're gone in two hours. Doing it now makes my close easier." Zach had nothing to say to that, so he just crossed his arms over his chest. Ryan's phone rang. He didn't recognize the number bu the answered it before the third ring anyways.

"Yo." There was a pause that made the tiger frown. "Hello?"

"This Ryan?" The deep voice hit his ears, but he didn't recognize it with the crackling of the phone. The kitchen didn't have the greatest reception.

"Yeah, who's this?" And the meat and veggies were done cooking so he plated it and put it in the hot window. He added just a little hit of the marinade so it'd smoke spectacularly."Skillet." The lab grinned and proceeded to carry out the rest while the tiger moved to a place with slightly better reception.

"Andrew." It wasn't the Andrew that the tiger knew, the voice was way too deep. "I didn't tell you my name last time." It clicked. "Yeah." that chuckle was too familiar already. "I can tell you remember me."

"Oh, uh.. I'm at work." The tiger heard the sizzling and the smoke that came with sending a fajita out of the kitchen and the maniacal cackling of the lab doing something he enjoyed.

"What time are you off?"

"Eleven-ish." Ryan was ashamed at how sheepish this made him, as he tried to think about how to deal with it. Another ticket printed out of the little black box. He hung it and went to drop the burgers.

"I live at 2200 Greenhill. You should drop by eleven thirty-ish." "That's all the way across town, and I smell like old grease." "Eleven forty five then. You're gonna need a shower afterward too."

"I have classes in the morning." The tiger felt the phone start to slip so he switched ears. He could feel the eyes of the lab on him, suspicious.

"I live right by campus. Bring stuff." There was no graceful way out of it. Ryan sighed and shook his head.

"I don't want to. I'm not really into just fooling around."

"You fooled around just fine last time. You were good at it too. It was pretty impressive to be honest." That made him blush and shut up the tiger's quips. "If you didn't want to, you'd hang up or tell me to go fuck myself. What you really want me to do is convince you. I can do that."

"Go fuck yourself, and you're going through an awful lot of trouble for a hookup who's not interested." The bull was annoying him, and it leaked into his voice. Ryan could start to feel that tail bristle and lash.

"Yeah, well I'm not doing anything tonight and I've got a few inches that are jealous of the rest. I'm playing with them right now. Waiting."

"You're going to be waiting a while."

"Not that long. I'll see you Saturday no matter what, and I'm gonna be a lot more convincing in person than over the phone. We might not have time to squeeze in two though so you really should just take care of one tonight to be on the safe side."

"I'm not going to blow you." Ryan scowled into the phone.

"Fine... Hang up if you want. I'm gonna keep talking about what I'm doing while I'm waiting for you." Ryan's ears twitched a little at that. He could hear the dark bull's breath. There were a few seconds of silence.

"I'm naked on my bed. I've got one arm tucked behind my head and I'm just...leisurely stroking my cock. Every now and then I've been pausing and let the thumb smear pre all over the head. I'm not even trying to get my nut off. I'm just letting it build up and keeping my cock warm for you. Coz I've been doing this the whole time we argued so now the whole room smells like rut. It got me more worked up, talking you into this. I like it that you didn't just roll over. I like the idea that you'll still be conflicted when I'm inside of you and you're trying not to admit that my cock is exactly where you want it to be."

Ryan swallowed, and he jumped when he felt the hand on his shoulder. The lab's knowing grin made the tiger scowl. Zach pushed him out of the way so he could handle the rest of the order. The cat couldn't get the image out of his head.

"Hey Zach...You still looking for more hours?" The bull's laughter taunted his ears and made his blush worse. Andrew hung up without saying goodbye and the cat slid his cellphone back into his pocket.

"Man.. just get outta here with that gay shit." The closest the lab was going to get to congratulating him. "Next time I get a girl talking that dirty to me, you better cover my shift."

"You heard?" The lab raised an eyebrow and grinned.

"I heard you purr." The tiger blinked and looked at him.

"I wasn't purring." Ryan took off his apron and tossed it in the hamper near the utility closet, grabbed his timecard and clocked out.

"Whatever. See ya big guy." The lab waved him off and Ryan cut out the back to avoid the acting manager giving him guff. Technically, they were supposed to run that up the chain but the cooks pretty much managed themselves. Unless something went wrong, nobody would even notice.

A drive home, and a quick but thorough scrub the tiger was packing for an overnight stay. A few clothes and the notebooks he'd need tomorrow. One final check, a lash of that tail and he glanced at himself in his mirror.

The forest green Whiskey Underground T-shirt was a little bit too small, and the circles of the shot glasses brought out the curve of his muscles. It made him look more in shape than he really was. Ryan could only think about what he was about to do. The army shorts did the same to his calves. It wasn't anything fancy but the tiger thought he looked good in it.

Looking in that mirror, sizing himself up, Ryan had to admit that the bull got to him. It'd been a while since he'd felt anything like that. It felt good to be desired like that. He scooped up his bag and made sure he had his keys before he headed out of his apartment for the night.

Greenhill road was in a nice residential area that rented houses to college kids. It was a Tuesday so most of them were home. It meant there wasn't a lot of parking, even after he spotted the white house with the two nice brickwork beds meant for gardening. It would have been nicer if the plants weren't dead or dying. There was no space in front of the house, but the tight build of that jeep saved Ryan some time even if he had to parallel park a few houses away.

It took the tiger a few minutes to get out of the car. It was his last real chance to not do this. He could turn around now and it would just be some wasted gas and a little bit of extra time. It only took a deep breath or two to steel himself.

The porch light flicked on as he got within a few strides, lighting up the old wood door with its battle scars. Knocking came easy, already standing on the stoop. Ryan nerves squirmed as time ticked by with nothing and no sign of movement. Then that sharp clack of hooves on hardwood floor. He saw the tips of horns through the decorative glass at the top of the door.

The musk hit Ryan's nose as soon as the door started to open. Those eyes widened as he saw the bare black fur at the shoulder and thigh and that big cock hanging between those legs gleaming in patches and connected to one of those massive thighs with a silvery string. It drew Ryan's eyes and he could practically taste it already. The chuckle broke him out of his reverie. The glare came on the heels of his blush as Ryan looked the bull right in his eyes.

"It's okay. Stare if you want to." The door still wide open, his forearm resting against it. A glint of gold caught Ryan's eye and he turned to look at that hand. There was a band of gold that ran around the ring finger of his left hand. The cat was struck dumb, jaw gaping open. The bull didn't even have to move fast, he reached out to the stunned tiger and four fingers into the front of the jeans to pull the smaller male against him. A tilt of that snout and he took the mouth even easier, letting his thick tongue slide into that mouth and oppress Ryan's tongue.

Andrew shut the door and leaned the tiger against it, keeping close. He felt those paws pressing at his shoulders, actually shoving and trying to break the kiss. The bull owned that mouth for a few more seconds before the tiger hissed into the kiss. Andrew felt those sharp claws pierce his shoulders. Ryan didn't rake him, but he punctured the skin where his fingers touched. It was enough to make him break the kiss, if only to avoid a bite that might come next.

"Gonna pay for that one kitty cat." Ryan's ears pinned down when he heard the amusement in the bull's voice, felt him grind forward. Andrew's hard cock rubbed against Ryan's stomach. The rage that was boiling inside the tiger made him want to scar that smug snout. His fingers spread ready for the rake, all those powerful muscles tensed from the shoulder down.

"Fuck you! You're married asshole!" A sharp shove with both arms caught the bull off guard and moved him back a half step. The amusement vanished replaced by shock satisfactorily for the great cat with the lashing tail puffed out to twice it's normal size. Ryan turned and opened the door to leave.

That woke Andrew from his daze and he leaned forward to put his big broad palm right over top the tiger's. The bull committed his weight to shutting the door. The bull slid in close, chest against that back and his free hand slid around to tug the button of Ryan's shorts free. Andrew forced his hand past the zipper roughly.

"I'm engaged, not married... and if you haven't guessed, it's not wildly important to me." Right against Ryan's ear. The cat hissed as that hand groped at his sheath and balls, rubbing it through the thin cloth material of those briefs. Ryan sunk claws around the wrist of that invading hand but the bull didn't stop feeling him up, and that snout would rub against the back of that neck, the tongue would start to lick even as Ryan drew blood. "Stop that."

"Let me go. Now. I'm not cool with this." He'd twist the claws back and forth but that hand kept rubbing him in a way that made him raise up onto his toes and lean forward just a bit. It felt good, and it was thickening his sheath.

"You weren't cool with it before when it was just fooling around. You heard me out and agreed I was right, so listen again." Ryan hissed as he felt that thick cock rubbing against his ass and up against the small of that back. That broad head caught on the hem of his shirt and lifted it up. He could feel that hot flesh trailing against the fur at the small of his back, even some of that pre sliding through fur against against the skin underneath.

"I'm not faithful to her. I'm not going to be faithful to her. If you walk out this door I will find someone else. You'll have accomplished nothing other than to deny yourself pleasure, which you seem to enjoy doing on some weird level. I can tell you this though. You don't enjoy chastity as much as you enjoyed sucking my cock, and if you thought that was good," A long slow lap that rubbed the fur on the back of that neck, made it stick up the wrong way just right. Ryan's breath hitched and he didn't mean to expose his neck more. A slow easy hump of that huge cock, slick heat raking through his fur. "Stick around."

"You're slime." Ryan tried, but it didn't have the venom he wanted to put in it. A little bit of bitterness though.

"I'll agree to that." Ryan moaned as that thick thumb stroked the barbs on his side and paused to torment that pointed head for a few seconds. The tiger shuddered and his claws drew across the wood just barely scratching the varnish. The way that bull worked his cock made Ryan purr, made those claws retreat. As soon as they did that hand came around to push those shorts down, to let the weight of wallet and phone draw them to Ryan's ankles. There was this slight window of clarity as Andrew stopped manipulating the tiger's cock but the hand was not gone long. The finger raked through the tiger's white belly and delved beyond the elastic.

After the rough cloth, the fingers felt like silk as they played and squeezed over the barbs, played fingers between and across them. The cat couldn't help but fuck into that hand, that tail raising as the sensations along his cock fueled this dominant tingling. Those balls were drawing up, and Ryan's hips moved faster..faster as he got to that edge.

Then the hand vanished and he was left there with wiggling hips, both of his hands curled against the door. It took Ryan a few seconds to blink open, for the blood flow to return to the brain to put two and two together. He felt the elastic drip around his thighs as the back was pulled down, trapping his tail for a fraction of a second before a rough hand yanked it free. A muted thunk of fur touching down on the floor made Ryan glance over his shoulder. The bull was on one knee, head angled just slightly, both hands came up to part those striped cheeks to give more room to the thick snout snuffling between them.

The last thing Ryan saw was a hint of purple pink before he felt the smooth wet muscle awaken nerves that hadn't been touched in a long time and those eyes snapped shut again. Hot breath and a huff from that bull as he worked that tongue in. The tips of fingers parting that cheek and rubbing against the creases only made the tiger squirm more but this time Ryan was pressing back, his head tilting down. The tiger clenched around that tongue. The bull's groan shook them both.

"You cherry kitty cat?" That tongue pulled out only to be replaced with a finger that shoved itself deep and knew where to rub. It was a hand on Ryan's hip and his own hands on the doors that managed to keep him standing.

"...No.." Somehow, shame leaked into the tiger's voice. Like he should have been saving himself just for this bull he'd known for not quite a month.

"Good. Means I'm not gonna have to be too gentle on you." Relief made him relax and Andrew took advantage to sink palm deep again, groping and squeezing most of one ass cheek. The bull took his time finger fucking that hole, grunts and low sounds of approval sounding from that snout.

Ryan couldn't stop himself from moaning, from pushing back, from grinding and rubbing against that palm, trying to get it to go faster, to push harder, but the bull just watched him squirm on the end of that finger while the tiger tried not to sound too much like he was in heat. It wasn't even convincing to his ears.

Ryan could feel his balls shifting, creeping closer tighter and then that hand pulled out and swung down to crack across his ass so hard it echoed. It stung. Ryan hissed so hard he saw black spots and as soon as he recovered he shot a glare over his shoulder to that smirking bull.

"For the claws. Next time it'll be worse." The tiger scowled and readied his response but the bull's next words tromped right over his.

"Ready my pretty little kitty?" Knowing arrogance in that voice. Andrew waited, that scowl not shifting from his face. That feeling, that want of leaving flooded the front of his brain. It fought with his hard dripping cock that was still tingling from being so close to relief. The bull broke the glance first and cupped those balls, huffed hot breath over them and that hole and the tiger's head whipped back.

That was all it took for the big bull to stand up, to slide his hands around that waist, feel over that stomach and press in to feel the muscles underneath. Fingers slid up to the nipples to tease them a little while Ryan tried to say something, anything but all he could do was catch his breath from the yowling and his submission whose blush still showed through the white of his muzzle. The bull's cock slid up and down his crack. One hand vanished, and Ryan felt that that flared head in place, braced against his hole.

Ryan couldn't stop himself from pressing back, the first inch to slide in was because the tiger pressed back. Andrew lowed in pleasure, and leaned forward to ease more inside.

"See?" Hot words right against that ear as the bull's cock sunk forward and delved deep. It was slicker than anticipated, or maybe that fingering had done more to prepare him. The thickness still made his tail and thighs ache, and immediately he could feel the bull's heartbeat pulsing in that powerful vein.

Andrew was good to his word. He didn't take it easy. Once he had enough of that cock to keep it in place that hand slid right up to the hip and he drove inches deeper with a quick buck. The pain didn't come anywhere overwhelming the pleasure of finally being really filled. Ryan paused only for a second before he was pushing back again.

Andrew matched his pace by jamming deeper, and deeper. That medial ring slid in, and the bull moaned, unashamedly. Andrew stopped his thrusts to work in and out those same few inches panting and bucking in. It was Ryan who pushed him past it seeking the rest and that was all it took for the bull to bury himself in that tight wanting channel. Those big heavy balls were rocking forward to brush against thighs and kissing the back of the tiger's pair.

Andrew stood still, panting against Ryan, running those hands around to feel that stomach. Those broad hips made his own feel so small, that bigger male completely dwarfing him, looming over him around him. The warmth around and within felt right, and the tiger couldn't think of anything else. He only wanted more.

Andrew laid against him, the padding of that chest only rounded out the muscles. The bull stayed close, and rocked in with short dagger thrusts to work the last inches in and out, let those hips slap against the weight of that tiger's ass and make those muscles tense. It didn't take many thrusts for that tingling to spread, intensify. He could feel the bull breathing harder but there was no sign of him slowing. Andrew twisted his nipple and made Ryan hiss again, and his hands came up to grab that wrist to try to pull it away. Pleased puffs of breath from that snout to against the tiger's whiskers.

"You don't blow til I do." At least those words were trapped in pleasure. "Plus, you get so much tighter when I do that." The brute pulled almost all the way out, grumbling as that entrance squeezed over the midpoint and tugged on that nipple the same time he pounded back in. The pain and pleasure was harder to sort out that time, so tightly tied.

That intense tingling rolled down Ryan's cock to his hips and ass, his stomach. His body wanted to cum but the bull kept fighting it off by twisting, pinching that nipple and that pec in places. That tingling sensation covered his body except where the bull worked Ryan. It left the great cat floating on that edge of orgasm. There was nothing but that big bull fucking him in the entryway of his house. Ryan could barely feel the wood beneath his feet or his palms.

Andrew nipped that neck, a new sensation to keep the tiger in check, a low moan. Louder in his ear and the door shook as the bull hilted without stopping. Panting, the bull's pinching, the nipping stopped and the pleasure swallowed him whole. Ryan's cock jerked violently as it finally found relief. His seed hit the door hard enough they could hear it smack against the wood with every unloading twitch.

The worst part was how bad Ryan's body wanted to shoot, how it made him moan and shudder and fight to roll hips deeper on that pulsing thrusting cock and he could feel it throb, that heart rate faster, the flat head flared full and that pre leaking hole twitching, striving to open wider..readying.

Andrew's cock flexed up every time it unloaded. Ryan could feel that pulse inside of him, churning and spitting thick white into that heat while the cat's pleasure kept him clenched tight around the base of that cock. The tiger tried to fall, lose his balance. It made Andrew smirk as his hands slid around those ribs to balance him and hold him close so Ryan could enjoy his reward. The big brute was only half lucid himself, breathing hard, heart hammering in his chest and letting that heat start to subside, let those lungs fill back up properly.

Ryan curled into his arms, those hands gently rubbing his tormented chest and stomach. It felt good on the sore parts of his body. The tiger didn't notice it right away, but the gentle touches made him purr. He stopped it immediately, and the bull laughed at him and gave the tiger's pec a squeeze. Ryan let out an annoyed yowl as that cock slipped out of him.

Andrew turned the tiger around. A gentle touch of snout against the muzzle, a press inward but the tongues never touched. It was sweet, chaste almost.. and it caught the tiger offguard. Andrew took advantage, and swept him off his feet. The instinctual fear of falling had Ryan clinging to the bull as the brute carried him away from the exit and deeper into the house.

"Did you think I'd argue if I was going to fuck you just once?" The bull smirked at the tiger's surprise and carried him into the bedroom. It did smell like rut. The dark blue sheets and covers of that big bed held that dark spice of a big powerful male den. It made those balls still aching from good use twitch, that pink barbed cock bouncing not even yet in the sheath. Ryan noted the two big bookcases near the desk actually filled with books but Andrew set him on the bed before he could read any of the titles.

Ryan expected the bull to follow him onto the bed, but he didn't. Andrew stood with a smirk and leaned over to grab the cat's bicep gently.. press his thigh to turn the striped cat. That thick dripping member. Brushed over Ryan's nose and chin. He saw that hand gripping it at the base to angle it down and the cat opened his mouth.

It held a bit of firmness but the moving to the bedroom had let Andrew's cock relax and try to rest. Blood surged back into that cock with the stimulation of that tongue and mouth. It thickened, lengthened and Ryan got to feel every inch of it growing.

The bull was slow at first, letting it get as hard as iron underneath that loving tongue. It was a few minutes of easy getting used to Andrew's cock sliding down his throat. The slow pace lived for minutes while the bull tilted his head back and fed most of that cock to Ryan. The last few inches didn't fit down his short boxy muzzle so Ryan brought his hand up to squeeze and steady it.

"You got nice balls for a fag. Not a bad cock either." The bull smirked, and Ryan stole it from his face by letting that tongue grace over that medial ring. Andrew arched and moaned, and jerked deeper reflexively.

"Good." Pleasure strummed through Andrew's voice. It was a stronger reaction than he usually gave, and Ryan smirked. The bull's thumb stroked over the tiger's barbs, a few fingers letting the flesh catch and fill. Ryan arched and pressed his hips up, his muzzle deeper over that cock with a muted yowl. It made the tiger shake, the barbs so sensitive after the intense release. Ryan sucked in air when that cock pulled out and made certain to tease that sensitive mid point.

It had the bull moaning. The pace changed, every time Ryan graced that raised spot harder, those hips flexed in. Ryan made those powerful hips fuck his muzzle. Andrew's balls bounced against the tiger's nose while he bred that throat without mercy underneath careful instruction of the great cat's tongue. Every time those hips pumped in, that big black body shuddered.

Ryan slid his arm around to grip that ass, to try and pull the bull further in. To press harder, to get those last inches his muzzle had yet to claim. He wanted them. The sharp jerks of those hips gained him an inch but only for a few seconds, it left an inch of spit slicked cock visible to his eyes every time Andrew's body relaxed from the burst of pleasure. A few more licks of that thrusting cock and the bull was leaning over, resting his hands flat on the bed as he fucked in. Andrew threw his horned head back and his bellow shook that big body, his stomach flexing as he rocked into Ryan's mouth.

The tiger felt that cock throbbing, thickening, stretching his already sore throat.. flaring.. getting ready, so much quicker when that centerpoint was worked. Ryan didn't even try to pull off.. and Andrew frantically tried to make it all fit before...

Ryan felt that seed pulsing down the length of his cock, that vein swelling across his tongue and down his throat to start to spit deep in his throat. The bull shuddered and shifted onto his forearms, getting lower, driving deeper, putting more of his weight behind the eager last few bucks. Ryan could barely see the last few inches almost sinking past his maw. The tiger swallowed around that massive prick as seed flooded. It was a good thing it was the bull's second load of the night otherwise it would have been too cream for the great cat to handle.

Ryan panted around the cock. It was taking it's sweet time to soften and Andrew showed no signs of pulling out. The last inches not actually in his muzzle were gleaming almost all the way down to the flat of that massive sheath. He'd done it, if only for a moment or two. The thought made him purr and that bull shuddered out another moan.

The tiger felt hot breath near the tip of his cock, panting snorts and his leaking cock grew much harder, striving toward that mouth . . so close and yet. .Nothing.

"Damn kitty." That deep voice sounded a little bit tired for once. Ryan felt the weight near his hips shift as the bull started to press back up. Andrew stood up and gave the tiger's cock a few good strokes, before his hand ran up to rub that white belly, pressing hard enough to feel the muscles underneath, a scrape of the thick blunt nails through that fur. "Really growin' on ya aren't I?" A smirk, that shuddered as Ryan sucked hard in response.

The bull shook the stars out of his eyes and started to pull back and Ryan made absolutely certain to touch along that ring again. Andrew couldn't help but buck forward, the last little bit of seed shooting out in response. Ryan took a deep breath as that cock cleared his muzzle. Andrew made sure to drag the underside and the flared head over the tiger's nose to leave that sticky slick film. The scent made Ryan moan.

Andrew slid into bed next to him, and reached down to take his hand to pull him close. The bull's other hand came up to grab the side of that short muzzle. Andrew kissed him hard, forced that tongue into his mouth and Ryan let his own curl around it, as he pressed his body and still hard cock against the bigger male. A big hand on his ass pulled him close and encouraged the motion of rubbing that barbed cock along the softness hiding the bull's strong stomach muscles.

Andrew was panting almost as hard as Ryan was when they finally broke the kiss. Those hands came around to squeeze Ryan's ass, tug it apart, knead it.. and the sex was good.. but it was the way that Andrew kissed Ryan, and held him that made the rest a blur.

It was hard to say when they fell asleep. Ryan didn't remember exactly how many times they came. All he knew was the room, the sheets scented heavily of them and no longer just the bull. Even now, Andrew held him tightly from behind. The bull was fully asleep, breathing evenly against the nape of that neck but the muscles of his arms were tense still. The bull's soft sheath nestled itself between the tiger's seed matted asscheeks.

Ryan's lower back wasn't better and he knew that his face had a few patches that were in need of a good wash before he went anywhere. His chest ached, his stomach too, thighs.. arms.. there wasn't a lot that hadn't been put through the wringer at one time and another by the bull to prolong their ...sex.. lovemaking.. the line had been awfully gray even if the bull wasn't the greatest at reciprocation. Ryan laid there in the light of the rising sun battling the shades, making them glow orange even if very little light crossed into the room.

It took a half hour before the bull's arms relaxed, before the kiss hit the nape of Ryan's neck. The silence lasted a few minutes before Andrew was untangling, pulling away. Ryan couldn't help but press into the warmth as it tried to flee. The big man chuckled and kissed his neck once more. The tiger couldn't help himself from exposing that neck for the bull to root around in and plant a few more kisses to soft vulnerable spots that had Ryan purring.

"I figured you'd be worn out by now. You're pretty good in the sack. It's been a while since anyone came close to giving me a run for my money." Ryan's brow creased at those words as he worked to piece that together. He was pretty sure they tapped out at about the same time. Andrew took advantage of the confusion to crawl out of bed and scratch through the matting on his stomach, earned when the tiger had been riding him.

Andrew left the bedroom, leaving the door open. The corner still broke line of sight as Ryan sat on the bed and blinked. It was a few seconds before the sound of a shower kicking on hit the tiger's ears. He stood up and peeked into the hallway to see the bathroom door open too. Ryan walked in just as the bull was actually stepping under the stream. Andrew grinned at him, the frosted glass still open. It took the raising of one eyebrow before Ryan was shaking his head with a sigh and climbing in front of the big black bull.

The water was a little hotter than what the cat was expecting. It felt good across those muscles though. Andrew leaned into the cat from behind, and shut the door to keep the steam in. Big black hands slid through orange fur as he started to work away the dried seed with fingers not afraid to dig in just a bit. Ryan leaned back to rest his head on one of those broad shoulders while Andrew cleaned him. Those hands ran everywhere, over that chest with massaging fingers instead of pinching. Those inner thighs, along that sheath, matted down from where the seed dribbled out when they'd fucked too many times for it to still be considered projectile.

The hand slid over the cat's balls. They ached from use and from the hands that pulled them away from the body when Andrew decided it wasn't yet time to start the next round. It hadn't happened every time, sometimes the bull was too into what they'd done to stop but the bull did enjoy denying him completion and he'd done it far too many times for the tiger's taste, no matter if it did intensify things. This time though, that big hand was gentle, rolling both over a few fingers and against that palm.

The best part was Ryan could feel that cock growing again, right between his cheeks, sliding up past that tail where it felt most familiar. The showerhead only trickled a little bit of water down his back at that angle, so he could feel the stickiness, so much less than early in the night, but still there despite their best efforts because of Andrew's bull status.

Andrew was still playing at washing by the time Ryan was pulling those hands gently from his body. The tiger leaned forward and planted one hand on the wall. Ryan's other hand came around to grab one of his cheeks and tug it to the side, flaring his tail up and well out of the way. The pleased rumble that came from above the tiger made him grin and look over his shoulder. The big bull was leaning against the opposite wall, stroking his cock and staring at that abused ring so hard he hadn't even noticed Ryan watching him.

"That's a sight, kitty." The warm praise as a hand came up, to start to rub through the fur of that back and work away the dried fluids. Andrew took his time working down past the small of that back and to those cheeks. He let fingers slip and slide into that crack. Taking the bull's two fingers was nothing after last night, but the well used soreness was still there until those fingers were stroking along the pummeled prostate.

The gentle touches made Ryan moan, and raise up onto his toes, grinding back onto that hand to make those fingers reach all the deeper. Andrew made that ass chase his fingers, pressing back while Ryan yowled out his pleasure, ears pinned backwards, arching his neck up.

"Fuckin' beautiful." The fingers vanished quickly but the slosh of hooves was plenty satisfying as the big man neared. That cockhead lined up and Ryan couldn't help himself from purring. Andrew didn't hesitate to bury all the way in. Ryan shot up, or tried to, but that big chest was half leaned over too, hands resting on the tiles on either side of Ryan's. A gentle rocking of hips sawed five or six inches in and out. Ryan gave him a few more inches when he leaned forward and drove down to meet those balls bouncing against his own.

The bull's hand slid around to grasp Ryan's cock, and let his hips drive that pink cock slippery with last night's seed and water slide through his fingers. Andrew made love to him, that gentle almost soft motion to go with the early morning late night laziness the water couldn't shake. The bull slid his hands around to grip Ryan by his belly and just hold him close, gently.

That morning Andrew didn't do anything to stop the cat from losing it. The thrusting, the nearness, the gripping hands feeling drove his first climax against the wall. It didn't make it, not really, the parts of his body still exhausted from the night before, it arced and fell against the tiles to be swept away by the still flowing water.

The bull slowed just a little bit, standing up and keeping a hand on that lower back to tug half out, and moan, arch.. buck in as he worked that sensitive midpoint along that tightened ring for a bit. Each time he tugged it out a quicker thrust came right on the heels to bury it back in. Andrew might not have been using the full length but that flared head would still tag the spot that made the cat yowl and catch his claws in the grout.

Andrew took his time, squeezing and widening those tight cheeks so he could watch that cock sliding in and out, lewd pleased grunts and snorts coming quicker and quicker. His breathing sped up, that heart pulsing deep inside the tiger. He'd long since learned the signs. The slight twitching up and down that came right before that thickening and another load filled that ass. It felt right.. god it did.

Andrew would rest inside the cat. He finished rubbing and soaping and washing Ryan but he'd leave it upon the smaller man to handle drying. The bull washed the last of the suds off of himself to climb out and smirk as they dried off.

"What time do you have class?"

"Ten-ish. You?" Ryan glanced around to find the hamper and made the easy basket as he started toward the bedroom. He picked up the phone plugged into the wall by the bed and pressed the side to check the time.

"Nine." The words made the cat frown, it was getting to be almost that time. It meant that the morning was almost over. When Andrew walked into the bedroom, the bull moved to start dressing. That lovely dark flesh hid itself in tight blue boxer briefs. Pants came up and a belt.. a t-shirt and a hoodie. Bit by bit that body hid itself behind too many obscuring layers. Ryan watched in a bit of a daze before he moved out of the room. His bag had ended up left downstairs so he had to walk naked through the living room to get it. Ryan dressed near the door, and he was tugging on his own t-shirt as the bull made his way downstairs, a backpack over his shoulder.

"See you Saturday." Sunglasses covered those eyes, leaving Ryan to deal with a smirk that looked more malicious than the teasing that lived in Andrew's eyes. The bull grabbed Ryan by the front of his pants and tugged him into the kiss. He pressed the tiger against the door that still had white streaks from the first fuck of the night dried onto the finish. Ryan brought his hand up to feel that surprisingly soft, still moist cheek underneath his paw, to tuck his other arm underneath the bull's shoulder and hold the man against him.

Just from that kiss, that invading tongue, Ryan was breathy.. wanting more and half hard in his jeans. The bull leaned to plant another kiss on that cheek, and then he was backing off to start to open the door. Ryan went out on his heels and they went their separate ways.

Something about seeing Andrew made the days creep by. Knowing that he would for certain be running into the bull in four days destroyed the pace of Ryan's routine. Classes were excruciating. Midweek at the bar was always slow but there was no point in lazing around. That only stretched it out. Ryan had the place polished, swept and dressed up early in the night. It was inspection quality every night before nine and that left him three more hours to clean the things that required more time and effort to take apart.

Ryan was scheduled to work the Sunday morning rush that was one of the busiest times of the bar but he called in a few favors to get that swapped. He wanted to have that time free, even if he had to work that night as a result. Sunday night wasn't bad, but working the morning was always a pain. Hopefully they'd be able to handle it without him otherwise there'd be an earful coming his way.

Saturday brought Ryan back to that same nice room, still with the new classroom scent to it. He got there about a half hour early and found a seat near the back. He was the first person there, but only by about five minutes. The German shepherd looked a little sharper that day, actually looking business professional, his fur groomed instead of wild, and in a polo shirt and slacks. Overall, he looked a whole lot better than that first boring morning.

"You're here early." The dog even had kind of a cute smile. Ryan couldn't help but smile back at him. "Excited for Robert's rules of order?" Noah adjusted a stack of his papers and grabbed one off the top to walk it back to the sitting tiger. It was the voting agenda that day, with the top sheet being a quick primer on Robert's Rules.

"Not appreciably. I was in the area so I figured I may as well just hang out here." It was a much better cover than the truth. He was eager to see a certain someone and sneak off to get laid. "Homework is just as easy here as it is anywhere else with a desk." The male nodded, his hands tucked into his slacks. Ryan was acutely aware of the German shepherd looking over the desk, desolate save for the packet of papers that he himself had just provided.

"I'm Ryan, by the way. From the climbing club." Ryan reached out to the dog and shook hands.

"Cool. I figure you guys probably have it taken care of but I need to check out all the clubs at least once and make certain they have everything they need. What days do you meet?"

"The climbing club is big enough that there's some of us meeting every day at some time. The president and I always climb on Thursdays two to five come hell or high water, and I usually do Tuesdays too. The faculty advisor, Professor Hall runs a small group Monday Wednesday Fridays about the same time. "

"Is there an officer present on the odd days?" Ryan grimaced.

"Kind of. The VP, Dominic, is kind of a flake. He does performance art and that's his real passion, so he doesn't keep a regular schedule. You've got better odds running into him on one of those days. " The shep nodded.

"I guess I'll see you guys Tuesday or Thursday at the latest." That smile again, which Ryan returned. The German Shepherd would jostle his keys in his pocket idly and his muzzle would open as if he was about to say something but the door to the room opened and another member of the athletic club executive board walked into the room.

Noah turned his back, that curled tail bobbing on his way to walk up and start the speech all over again, complete with giving a packet to the broad lioness. So it was with everyone who appeared. Ryan rested his chin on his palm and tried not to watch the clock. It was harder not to watch the closer it got to ten am. The german shepherd would clear his throat, check his watch.

"Well..alright, before anything else the first line of business is to elect an executive board. President, Treasurer and Secretary..." Noah started to ramble on. He wasn't too bad one on one, but the man didn't have a single lick of public speaking chops. Andrew was nowhere to be seen. Ryan's tail drooped as did his ears. The rest of the meeting passed uneventfully, with the great cat stewing about the absent bull, and getting angrier and angrier.