Good To Be King
This is something a bit shorter than the last story, about a pair of young cats that hook up and end up screwing in the bathroom of a cruise ship. It took me a day to write and edit, so I spent much less time on it than the last one ( All About The View ) that I finished yesterday. Hopefully I didn't miss anything in editing. The story contains gay furry ass sex, so don't look if it's against the laws of your country or state or whatever. Characters, concept, etc, mine.
A family outing, that was how mom and dad had pitched the idea of the cruise to Ryan. A bit of family time together, mother, father, sister and brothers off for one last vacation before he was sent off to college. They'd do activities together, like riding jet skis off the coasts of Caribbean islands, dancing and all those sort of fun things you see in the commercials.
He didn't want to go, because he knew exactly what was going to happen before he set one paw on that ship. The entire family would splinter and fragment, scattered to the far ends of the ship all on their own and he'd be left standing there with his dick in his hand, like always. But it would be different, they promised. They'd all have fun together, and then Ryan would be off to college with fond memories to remember them all by.
His younger brother wasn't too enthusiastic about the idea either, but there was only so much of a fight he could put up against the people that were still feeding and clothing him despite how rebellious he liked to seem. Sis liked the idea of being able to access spas and sun herself on the deck of the ship all day, and was positively thrilled that scuba diving was on the ship's activity list.
He couldn't tell if it was mom or dad's idea, but they both seemed rather enthusiastic. Ryan just went along with it for the sake of not rocking the boat. It was only a few weeks, he'd have his own cabin and if worse came to worse he could always try swimming home. Maybe it would be different, maybe things wouldn't be the same like they'd been on every other vacation before. Maybe...
It was false hope, a lie and he knew it even as he kept telling it to himself over and over again. The most time the family had spent together was on the flight down to Florida and in the endless queues that filled every airport that had ever been erected. Then they all went off to their separate cabins, one for each brother, one for sis, and one for mom and dad to share.
That was a day ago, and he hadn't seen or heard from then since. Mom and dad were probably spending most of their time on the sun deck, while sis... She was probably in the water, or at least in the pool, trying out the new bikini she'd bought just for the trip. It wouldn't be long before she was off to college too, maybe in another year when she turned eighteen and finished school. His younger brother... He was in his emo-phase. His mane was dyed black and his clothes often followed suit, typically baggy black fatigues with a matching t-shirt. His parents had tried to get him to take along some 'normal' clothes, but their efforts were in vain.
That probably meant his brother was holed up in his cabin, hiding away from the hot sun that would probably set him ablaze as soon as he stepped outside in his goth gear. Ryan smirked at the idea, rolling over on his stomach to glance at the clock set on the nightstand beside his king sized bed. There was at least a week and a half left to the cruise, and the only thing he'd been doing since he'd stepped aboard was screwing around on his laptop.
Alas, the touch pad was not made for video games and few really suited it. He'd worked his way through the halls of Mars, Deimos, and Phobos with a shotgun all over again the first day he was in his cabin. He didn't have much else left to play, unless he started cycling through the mods and that seemed rather unappetizing after the five hours spent demon blasting the day before. He fumbled on the nightstand, reaching for a brochure that had been left there by the ship's staff before he arrived. There had to be something somewhere in the book that he could do.
He started to flip through it with a vaguely disinterested gaze, not expecting to find a single thing worth his while. The only thing that caught his eye was a single red word that boldly topped one page of the booklet. 'Wifi'. It seemed the ship was wired with it's own wireless internet, and there was a ship wide range of websites with info and even some chat rooms. What the hell, he thought, turning over on his side as he pulled his laptop off the nightstand and onto the bed.
The little PC was humming to life in no time, and with a little consultation from the booklet he was hooked into the ship's Wifi. The pages sprung up like weeds, advertising various events that he didn't really care for. He was only interested in the chat rooms, inane, endless babble that he could lose himself in. It didn't take long to find himself in one of the chat rooms, one marked 'teens' with some forty or so people in it. He chose the handle 'Leo' and started typing, occasionally replying but mostly just watching the text flow across his screen.
'Anyone here gay?' That was the set of words that caught his eyes, lined up neatly next to the name P Kitty. The usual responses were to be expected, a few 'lol faggot's sprinkled in with a handful of others cracking jokes. Ryan lost interest in them, and instead of trying to hold a conversation in that mess he private messaged P Kitty and struck up a conversation with him.
The two talked back and fourth about the usual sort of things, about hobbies and their home towns, about their taste in music... It was around twenty minutes before the conversation shifted and the two started talking about men. P Kitty liked felines and he liked them bigger than he was, muscular and powerful but around his own age. Leo divulged that he was more the pretty boy type, a slim and slender guy was what he was after, and he also had a preference for felines.
'So, Leo... You a lion by any chance?' P Kitty typed out.
'You found out my secret. Guess the cat's out of the bag. What about you? What are you?' Ryan responded, idly scratching at his bright red mane.
'I'm a guy who's talking to you on a computer. Does it matter?' P Kitty's response caused Ryan to smirk, his fingers trailing up for a moment to toy with a small pride pendant hanging around his neck. Should he, or shouldn't he...
'Guess I could talk to you off the computer, unless you'd rather just keep tapping keys all day. You know... Instead of tapping some ass.' It was what it was, a simple, blunt line to show the other boy that he was interested in a little casual fun. Why not? He had nothing better to do, and he had a whole cabin all to himself. It wasn't like his parents could walk in on him.
'Depends on how good you look. Want to meet up on the sun deck on the west side, near the bathrooms?' The reply wasn't immediate, and for a moment Ryan thought he'd been a little too crass and scared the other guy off.
'I'll be wearing my blue bathing suit, why don't you tell me how good I look when you see me in twenty minutes? How will I know if it's you or not?' Ryan replied with an ear to ear grin, a few, lusty thoughts passing through his mind as he thought of various species the guy could be and what he'd want to do to him.
'Don't worry, you'll know. You just be there.' P Kitty replied, just before he terminated the window. Finally, Ryan thought to himself as he climbed out of bed with a sense of anticipation, licking at his lips with a purr. Just what he needed, a good excuse to get out of bed.
It was hot out in the midday sun, but at least the cool wind coming off the ocean mitigated the heat somewhat. Ryan was leaning against the wall, lingering beneath a restroom sign that pointed off down a hallway to his left. There weren't any chairs near the restroom, but at least that meant he had twenty feet on either side of him that wasn't filled with furs sunning themselves.
The lion huffed and ran a hand through his red mane, then glanced down over his body to look at the navy blue speedo that was was positively clinging to his body. Not only did it display the ridges of his pecs and his washboard abs, but the thin, stretched material showed off his ass and the large piece of meat tucked away in front. It was his favorite piece of swim wear for just that reason, especially when he got to feeling adventurous after swimming at the Y and tried to pick up guys. His mind turned to the person he was waiting for, and he was beginning to wonder if they were ever going to show. Where was he? Was he being set up for a prank by some dumbass?
"Leo?" Called a quiet voice to his right, causing him to turn his eyes from the distant horizon. His eyes came upon the lanky frame of a cheetah that might have been a little younger than he was, but not by much. He had the characteristic runner's build that many cheetahs shared, and two black tear marks that ran from his green eyes down his angular, pretty face. His hair was black, and rather short, but long enough to sway in the wind whenever it gusted over the deck's railing.
He was wearing a smile, and as Ryan's eyes trailed down across his body he saw he wasn't wearing much else. Nothing but a pink speedo that was just as racy as the lion's, putting his well developed ass and long legs on display. The cheetah was looking him over too, his eyes wandering over the lion's muscular build, only looking back up to Ryan's brown eyes when he'd had his fill. "You're hotter than I thought you'd be, Leo. Last guy I met here was a puma with long hair and a dye job trying to pass for a lion."
"Imitations just ain't a match for the real thing, huh?" Ryan asked with a smirk. Ryan took a few short steps forward, empathizing the height difference between the two of them. He stood at nearly six feet tall, while the cheetah was only a scant five foot five. The cheetah reached up to grab him by his pride necklace, pulling on it as he took the last step forward and pressed the front of his lithe body against the beefy frame of the lion, looking him dead in the eyes the entire time.
"No, they aren't." He murmured, his hand dipping discretely between them to grab a handful of the lion's package through his speedo. Ryan purred under his breath as the cheetah's palm brushed across his balls and sheath, his fingers feeling along the outline of his prick and beneath his balls. The lion reached down and grabbed the cheetah's ass in turn, giving the shapely flesh a good hard squeeze while pulling him closer. It was the cheetah's turn to purr, and with their vibrating bodies pressed up against one another it didn't take long at all before they were both damn hard. "You're a dom, aren't you?"
"What do you think?" Ryan asked in turn with a cocky grin, his fingers squeezing at the the male's ass a bit more firmly that before. The spotty cat's tail looped once around his wrist, the black tip flicking back and fourth in the air behind him.
"Wanna fuck me?" It couldn't be much more forward than that. If Ryan's grin could get any wider, it sure as hell would have rivaled the Cheshire cat when the whispered question reached his ear.
"You bet your ass. I have my own cabin, if you want to head back and- " Over the cheetah's shoulder Ryan saw them coming, clad in sunglasses, visors, and large, billowy, brightly colored cruise wear. His parents were coming towards them but they hadn't seen them just yet. The cheetah looked over at what Ryan was looking at, saw the lions and turned back to him with a smirk.
"Should we say hi to your parents?" Perceptive little bastard. The lion grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him off down the hallway, ducking into the men's room before they caught sight of him. It wasn't that they didn't know he was gay, or that they weren't 'accepting'. They didn't tell him what to do, nor did they love him any less. That he knew. But it made them uncomfortable whenever he was chatting up men, and whenever they thought he was getting 'up to something' they did their best to cock block him. If they caught him flirting with a pretty boy in a pink speedo, they wouldn't let him out of their sight for the rest of the cruise.
There was no way of knowing when they'd pass by the doors, and when it would be safe to slip out and head back to his cabin with the feline he'd just met. His eyes trailed over all the shining steel stalls and the white walls, and he listened for a few moments.
They were all alone. The cat was grinning ear to ear and not resisting even in the slightest as Ryan dragged him off into one of the handicapped stalls, only letting him go once they were both inside and the bolt on the door had been sealed. It was the only door that was closed in the long line of stalls, and every stainless steel wall and door went nearly to the floor. Much better than the rickety, wooden, somewhat open stalls he'd fucked in at school once or twice. Once he'd literally fucked a raccoon through a wall in one, but that was a story for another time. A time when he didn't have a fine piece of ass with nowhere to go right in front of him. The cheetah was watching him, waiting without suggestion for him to make the first move. He didn't have to wait long.
Ryan stepped up and grabbed the sides of the little pink speedo and peeled them down off the other male's hips like he was peeling the wrapper off a candy bar. As soon as they hit the floor he took off his own, standing there with the other boy with their dicks hanging out. He was bigger than the cheetah in more ways than one, stacking up at least three inches longer than the cheetah's six inch prick. Ryan bent over to grab their speedos off the floor and the bottle of lube he'd had hidden inside of his pair, hanging them on the coat hooks on the door. The cheetah was staring with wide eyed appreciation at his prick, looking but not touching the thick length of lion dick hanging between Ryan's thighs.
"I have a thing for lions." He murmured under his breath, a faint purr underlining every word.
"I have a thing for you." Ryan replied, reaching down to grab his own dick with a smirk. The cheetah laughed and then he turned his back on the lion, bending over against the wall with his hands grabbing the handicap railing. The way the fur rippled over the flesh and sinew beneath it with every movement showed just how firm his butt was, a work of art amongst teenaged ass Ryan was sure. One of the finest he'd ever seen, certainly, one that had him aching to get on with the show.
"My name's Stuart. What's your's?" He asked as he watched Ryan squirt the small tube of lube into his palm, licking his lips as the slick fluid was smeared over the fat dick that would soon be drilling his tight little ass.
"My name's Ryan. Do me a favor and lift your tail, Stu, it's in the way of my dick." Ryan responded as he stepped up behind the male, wiping his wet hand off on the laughing cheetah's ass. The tail rose obediently and the boy turned his head to watch Ryan over his shoulder, his breathing becoming a brisk pant before Ryan had even touched his dick to the male's asshole. As soon as the broad tip of his dick touched on Stuart's backdoor, the feline gasped and let out a low shivering moan.
Ryan circled his dick around the opening beneath the cheetah's tail, smearing the lube and precum around liberally before he hunched over the cheetah's bare body. Both his hands came to rest on the boy's slender hips, his claws coming out just enough to pinch at the cheetah's skin. The ones that liked bending over the most tended to like a little claws and teeth in Ryan's experience, a little show of force would have them moaning before his dick even went inside of them.
He leaned forward and grabbed the smaller cat's scruff in his teeth, seizing it as though he was delivering a mating bite on a female. There was plenty to grab, and he felt and heard Stuart's enthusiastic purrs egging him on. He wasn't sure just how many guys the boy had been with, or how tight he was, so he took it relatively slow as he slid in for the first time. Stuart fit his dick like a glove two sizes too small, and every inch forward took a good degree of wriggling around and forcing things... But he wasn't worried, as the feline was clearly enjoying himself.
Stuart's head was tilted back and he was moaning out like a ghost as inch by inch Ryan's dick sunk into his ass, not protesting, not trying to get away in the least as his asshole stretched out around the lion's big cock. When he finally came to a rest, balls deep in the spotty cat, Ryan had to take a moment to steady himself lest he blow his load in the boy's ass right then and there. He was easily the tightest, finest piece of ass he'd had hands down.
"Don't s-stop, don't fucking s-stop! Fuck me, f-fuck me hard!" Stuart half pleaded, half demanded in a shaky whisper even as his knees threatened to give out on him. His ass griped him like a vice as he pulled back, like it didn't want the dick to leave and tried desperately to make it stay. It was going to be hard to hold off his orgasm for long, especially with the cat begging him to fuck his brains out... But what the hell, Ryan was willing to try.
When he slammed his hips forward the cheetah nearly fell to his knees, half screaming as the cock buried itself in him with all the speed and force he'd be begging for. His claws dug at the steel walls and at the tiled floor in vain for a way to keep himself up, but all they did was scratch uselessly. Ryan had to keep him steady, holding him up with the firm hands on his hips and the teeth on his neck while he pounded Stuart's ass like a two dollar whore. Just a fuck, just a hole to be used in any way the lion wanted... Which was just what Stuart needed.
The walls of the stall shook and protested in a dramatic fashion as the force from the thrusting lion was channeled from the cheetah's hips, through his arms and into the structure itself. It was undergoing a test that it's designers couldn't have possibly imagined, but for all the noise and motion it held up well. Better than the squirming, moaning, howling cat in his hands at least.
Then there it was, a sound distinctly unlike any of the others the lion was hearing. The sound he'd listened for every time he screwed in a bathroom, especially after the first time he'd gotten caught... The sound of a door opening. He stopped as soon as he heard, lifting one of his hands to clamp over the cheetah's muzzle. The noisy boy's moans were silenced by the hand clasping over his lips, just as Ryan let go of his scruff and whispered into his ear.
"Someone's here. Don't make a sound." Still, it wasn't as though he could leave the stall at the moment... Nor did he want to stop, so painfully close to filling Stuart's tight little ass with his balls. Fuck it. What was the worse that could happen? It wasn't like they could pull the boat over and kick him off in the middle of the ocean. He kept his hand around the cheetah's muzzle, keeping him silent aside from heavy breathing coming from his nose. The lion started up again, much slower than he was working the male's ass before.
Somehow it was even more taxing, even harder than before to delay the inevitable when he was going slower. He'd been pounding the cheetah's ass for a good four minutes, and while he'd only drawn his hips back and slid them in all but three or four times he was ready to blow his top. Ryan grabbed the boy's scruff in his teeth again and closed his eyes, growling quietly around the flesh and fur in his mouth.
Five. That was the magic number, the thrust that made him see stars. He bit down harder than he intended on the male's scruff, pulling on it, using it to muffle his throaty growls and moans. Every jerk of his hips was an exclamation point, an emphatic declaration that at that moment the cheetah belonged to him. When he pulled back and his limp, wet dick fell out of Stuart's asshole with a nice, sloppy sound, he let go of the cheetah's mouth and let him suck in the lung fulls of air faster than his nose could deliver.
Both of them were panting and trying to be quiet about it, trying not to be heard by whoever it was. Ryan grabbed his dick with one hand and wiped it off on the boy's ass, then his hand off on the base of his tail, leaving him messy and marked with the lion's scent. When he was sure he could stand on his own, he let go of the cheetah's hip with his other hand and turned, quickly tugging on his speedo. Maybe if they were lucky, they could slip out while the guy was-
"Ryan, are you seriously fucking in there? I could smell you from the damn doorway! Jesus, mom and dad send me in here to look and I find you screwing some guy in a stall." There was no mistaking the voice of his brother. Ryan looked at Stuart and Stuart looked right back, a mixture of confusion, surprise, and... Satisfaction. He hadn't seen it before, but a glance at the wall told him sometime during their little tryst the cheetah had cum all over the wall and railing in front of him.
"So what if I am? Jealous?" Ryan shot back defensively to the amusement of the cat beside him, who simply smirked and listened to the conversation.
"So what if I tell mom and dad about it? I was young, but I still remember what happened to you the first time you got caught doing that." Cole teased back, knowing full well he had his brother by the balls.
Ryan took a moment to think, there had to be something he could give him or offer him to buy him his silence. He glanced at the cheetah beside him, then grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and unlocked the stall door. Before Stuart could protest the lion pushed him forward out into the bathroom, blushing, naked with the lion's orgasm dripping down the crack of his ass.
"How about you instead of acting like a dick, you use your's instead? He'll let you fuck him." Stuart looked at Cole, and the lion looked right back at the naked cheetah, their eyes locked as shades of red consumed their faces. Cole had never let on about being gay, but then again, Ryan had never seen him with a girl... And he had read somewhere that there were genetics involved. Maybe they had more in common than he thought? A glance down told him his mind was right on the money, as a large bulge formed in the younger brother's black swim trunks.
The cheetah noticed too, and through his hold on his neck Ryan could feel him shaking. The prospect of getting railed by a pair of lion brothers one after the other had to have his heart pounding.
"W-What about mom and dad?" Cole asked, as if wanting to accept but trying to find some flaw, some reason why he shouldn't rail the gorgeous cheetah right then and there.
"I'll take care of them, if you take care of him... And I'll swing by your cabin tonight to take him back to my room." Ryan looked at Stuart, who was practically glowing red at this point, glancing at the door every so often and between the two brothers. He didn't say a word, his brain was having a hard enough time keeping him on his feet. Ryan gently tugged the cheetah back into the stall and stepped away, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder. He shoved him into the stall and shut the door behind them, taking a few steps away from the closed door with his eyes on the space between the floor and the bottom of the door.
He smirked when he saw his brother's black trunks hit the floor, and started to walk off down the long line of stalls with a swagger in his step. In the sea or in the jungle, it didn't matter... Lions were kings of their domain. The cheetah started to moan all over again before he'd even reached the door. It was all he could do not to laugh as he passed back out onto the sun deck, a Cheshire cat's grin back on his handsome face. It was good to be king.