Shamrocks and Smileys
Written by Liz
Edited and Posted by DarkThunder
It was after a double period of gym, all the guys were covered in sweat and the smell of musk and deodorant filled the locker room. John, a male white tiger whom stood about five foot eleven, was late getting to the locker room, so by the time he got there only Wes and Buck were still there. Buck soon made his exit as the bell for seventh period rang.
"Shit," muttered John as he realized that he was going to be late yet again. He glanced over to the other aisle of lockers to see if anyone was still there and he found Wes was. There the six foot husky stood in nothing but his shamrock-covered boxers. John found himself gazing upon Wes' trimmed body that tapered down to a slim waist and a beautifully groomed tail. John's body reacted to this, his cock straining against his pants as he gave up all pretense of not being attracted to Wes as he watch the other fur with immersed attention.
John's hand went to the front of his boxers to tease his aching erection as he watched. John watched as tight muscles flexed under flawless fur; the fur was almost obscenely gorgeous, and John couldn't help but slide his hand inside his loose boxers to stroke his hard length. He whimpered with need as Wes gathered some water from the sink and rubbed it into his face and neck.
Then, suddenly Wes' head whipped around, and Wes stared directly at John. John gasped; he was sure he could see a smirk on Wes' beautiful face as he jumped away quickly, pulling his hand out of his pants guiltily. Moments later, Wes came around the corner, still shirtless and wet. Rivulets of water trickled down the perfect chest, and John couldn't held but follow their progress.
"What's with you John?" Wes asked, smirking.
John just glared, he couldn't think of anything to say. He only stared. Up close, the half-naked fur was even sexier.
"Never mind. You've got a hard-on," Wes continued, staring pointedly at John's obvious erection. "Pretty big," Wes added.
John blushed furiously, looking away. When he looked back, Wes stood directly in front of him, only inches away. John looked up into piercing brown eyes, and tried to remember how to breathe. Wes whispered, "I have to admit I'm surprised. I didn't know you went for men."
"I... I don't," stammered John unconvincingly. Wes smirked again.
"Oh really? Then how do you explain this?" and then Wes' hand was stroking his arousal through the fabric. John moaned involuntarily at his touch.
"Ahhh....."
"You like that?" murmured Wes, squeezing lightly. John gasped and thrust his hips forward, driving his hard cock into Wes' hand. "I think that's a yes."
Wes removed his hand, and John whimpered in protest. Wes reached into the elastic of John's smiley-covered boxers, letting them fall to the floor.
John stood naked in front of Wes. His arousal so hard, it throbbed; every nerve in his body seemed to tingle with need for Wes to touch him. "Wes... I want it."
"I want it," he repeated in a stronger voice, desire giving him more courage. "I want you. I want you to touch me, to..." his voice trailed off, unsure.
"What John? You want me to fuck you? You have to ask for it," Wes whispered in John's ear.
John whimpered again. Desire for Wes was stealing all his conscious thought; he was a creature of pure need. "I want... I want you to fuck me, Wes. Please!" He finished breathlessly, and suddenly his mouth was filled with the sweet taste of Wes. He surrendered willingly, allowing Wes' tongue full access to his mouth.
As Wes kissed him, he pulled John close, tight against his body. Warm fur and hard muscled chests met, and Wes pressed his arousal against John's stomach. John's own hardness pressed against Wes' thigh. John reached to put his arms around Wes' neck, wanting to feel the whole length of his body up against him. Wes ran his hands all over John's fur, sending thrills all through the boy's body. Wes lifted John up easily so their erections met, burning hardness rubbing together.
Wes held him like that, pulling their aching erections together squeezing John's ass, until both furs were moaning. The moans echoed through the emptiness of the locker room. Wes carried John over to the open wall and eased him against the wall, so that Wes held John pressed to the wall in front of him with John's legs wrapped around his waist.
John moaned, the feeling of the powerful fur holding him turned him on incredibly, making him vulnerable. John pushed his hips closer to Wes and pulled on Wes' shoulders, pulling him closer. He could feel the other fur's hands on him. He gasped as he felt one hand travel up his inner thigh. He arched up into the touch.
"You really do want it, don't you?" said Wes. John nodded moaning.
Wes took a free hand and let his shamrock boxers fall freely to the floor. John could help but stare at the fur who stood hard and ready before him. Wes noticed John's eyes and smirked at the boy. "You like?" he asked as he ran one hand all over his body, stopping to toy with his huge rigid cock. John nodded helplessly, eyes fixed on the smooth body with it's hard planes and up thrust cock.
"Wes... I want it now... please..." begged John. Legs spread wide, cock dripping with desire.
"Not yet," growled Wes, pressing against John's thighs with his own. "I have to prepare you, or it'll hurt."
John whined in protest until he felt Wes' fingers enter him, then he was lost. Each finger, pushed deeper, heightened the sensation. If the preparation was this good, John thought he surely wouldn't be able to stand the real thing, we would die from pleasure.
Wes smiled as he watched how thoroughly John enjoyed his ministrations. He couldn't wait to give him the ultimate pleasure. One more finger, and John was ready. Wes withdrew his fingers and replaced them at John's entrance with his cock. Looking down the length of John's white fur, Wes locked eyes with John as he teased him with just the tip of his erection, pushing slightly at the ring of muscle.
"Are you sure you want this John? Wes asked though clenched teeth. He was not unaffected by John's need.
"Oh, gods yes, please... Wes... fuck me!" John nearly screamed.
With a strangled moan, Wes pushed. Wes' cock slid inside him and John cried out. In and in and deeper and harder, a feeling he never imagined yet didn't know how he had lived without invaded him and took control of his thoughts. Filled and stretched to the limit, John surrendered his virginity to Wes.
Wes drove into John slowly, inexorably, filling him completely. Feeling the intensity of sensation, pleasure so sharp in almost became pain. Wes felt John relax. He started to thrust. Slowly at first, shallow. Wes fucked John. Building up both depth and speed as the boy against him began to writhe. Wes kept a tight rein on his own need even though John's body felt incredible, gripping him perfectly, he needed to be in control, to make it last for the both of them. The ecstasy on John's face, the need in his eyes, was what Wes wanted.
Wes continued to drive into John's tight ass, driving in deeper and deeper each time until he was nearly using his full strength. John took every thrust and soon was begging for more of it and harder. John's back arched against the tile wall. Wes braced himself against the wall and reached for the tiger's dripping erection.
John's approaching climax was all that mattered. He could feel Wes' hand on his cock, stroking it. John screamed and climax hit him hard, stealing what was left of his conscious mind and replacing it with pure knife-edge feeling. He arched up off the wall, hot seed pulsing from his cock, panting Wes' name.
Wes moaned as he watched the boy's release. John's body constricted around Wes' arousal, gripping it even more tightly then before. Even Wes' will couldn't stand in the face of such aching friction; he climaxed as he thrust deep inside John once more, shooting hot cum deep into John's bowels, shuddering and whispering John's name as he gripped his thighs.
Wes, breathing heavily, let John down from the wall, kissed him and grinned. Wes kicked up his boxers and put them one while John did the same. Wes grabbed one more kiss from John as they were about to leave. They left the locker room only to return to it tomorrow.
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