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Hey everyone,

here's something I wrote during the week-end. The original idea was of my dear Gritou, who was too shy to try to do it himself and let me do the dirty work, so to speak In fact, I wrote this in two version, since the first one was far from the idea my orca had in mind! I will post the first draft tomorrow, hope you will like this one, and thanks to my love for editing!

"AND DID YOU SEE HOW I CRUSHED THAT GUY? BUAHAHAHAH!" The bar was filled with the thunderous laughter of the celebrating jocks, each one of them with a beer in his paw, even if some of them weren't supposed to. But the barman was lenient with his personal heroes, more so when they won a game.

Willy flicked his black, rounded ears, staring at them in the most nonchallantly way, being careful to not be caught. It helped a lot that he wasn't the only one looking at them, but still, he didn't want to get caught. God knew what those footballers could do to him if they realized that...

The panther shook this thoughts away. He was sure that none of them could possibly guess that the thin, average feline with glasses was following them everywhere they went; after all, the town wasn't that big, there was room for meeting the same recurring faces.

"Oh man, I just tackled him!" A tall bull fended off the flattering compliments to him, pushing aside the big tiger at his side and almost sounding shy. Willy was sure that the roan bovine was blushing right now, as always when someone said something nice to him. Melvin was always gentle and soft-spoken, never bullying or being boisterous, and he had the body of a god, with big muscles tensing under his red coat.

The feline sighed, still looking at his crush and the reason why he was following the football team everywhere they went. He had met -well, saw- the bull in his Chemistry class, both of them freshmen, but never dared to talk to him; he was a jock, always surrounded by his musclehead friends, and... And... He was sure the footballer wouldn't ever speak to him, despite him being a gentle giant.

"DON'T BE ALWAYS THIS FUCKING MODEST MELVIN!" The big tiger slapped the back of his friend.

"I... well... I am not modest, Trevor..." The bovine mumbled, shyly looking at his striped friend. From his stalking, Willy knew it was always like that, the tiger teasing Melvin and the other just mildly answering back. He didn't know how those two could be friends, they had completely different personalities and...

And did Melvin just put one paw on the feline's calf? Yes, he did! The young panther would have missed it if he wasn't staring at the bull's toned ass, but it was clear that the bull had extended a paw and was squeezing there, looking hopeful. Assumptions blossomed in Willy's head: could it be that those two were...? No, that's impossible!

"OH FUCK, IT'S LATE! I HAVE THAT BITCH OF STACEY WAITING AT THE DORM! SEE YOU SOON DUDE!" Trevor declared to the rest of the team, raising from his stool and answering to the shower of greetings he was receiving. The black feline could see Melvin's ears dropping a bit, a sad expression appearing while watching the tiger making his way to the exit. Could this be another clue? Willy didn't even dare to think about it.

The slim fur saw his idol get up from his place, and was surprised that he didn't walk toward the exit, but to the rear end of the bar, entering the restrooms. No one ever went there, for some reasons, this was kinda strange...

He drummed his claws on the wooden table nervously, his mind racing. He clearly saw the bull making a move on his buddy, he saw his reaction when the tiger didn't get the message... Maybe, there was a tiny chance that Melvin was.. But maybe he was just fooling himself....

Willy remained there to ponder all the possibilities, deciding the best course of action to take. He could try to approach the bull soon, saying what he saw... Or maybe sending an email... Or... Or..

"He's been in the toilets for an awful time". The sleek furred feline thought. Being a cat, he was getting curious about the bovine going to the seldom visited room, and staying there for so long. He fought with his curiosity, it was none of his business after all... But, what if he really was?

Gathering all his courage, he got up from his seat and went to the restroom's door, trying to look as much secure as possible, to not gather suspicious attentions, especially from the remaining footballers. No one even batted an eye in his direction, too engrossed in their celebration or in their affairs, so he reached the door without being stopped. He stayed in front of it for a few minutes, breathing heavily, before finally deciding to open it and get inside the mysterious place.

The restroom was strangely clean and well lit, something the panther hadn't really expected to find; the fact no one went there, he had thought it to be unholy dirty. But the feline's attention wasn't focused on that; his ears had caught some weird noises coming from one of the stalls, like something hitting flesh, with the occasional soft moo. What exactly was Melvin doing?

Careful not to do any noises, he approached the stall, slowly, then froze when the bull suddenly spoked, fearing he had been heard.

"Oh, Trevor...." The bull panted, Willy wasn't sure if in sadness or lust. But at least it seemed the bull wasn't aware of him; he got near the stall's door, a shaking paw going to the handle. Maybe the roan bovine was crying, heartbroken, so maybe he could help him and from there-

Melvin was sitting on the toilet bowl as he had imagined, but there weren't tears in his closed eyes, only drops of sweat on his broad muzzle, soaking in his shirt, his pants and boxers disregarded in a corner. His paws weren't trying to dry the signs of crying, one enveloping his big, meaty hard-on, the other pushing fingers in his tailhole, moving in and out.

Willy backed a bit, shocked by the vision of his idol fingering himself; a gasp escaped him, warning the bull, his eyes opening and then widening at seeing someone standing in front of him, fully aware of where his fingers were. They stared at each other for a few, tenseful seconds, neither one saying a word, then the bovine took out his fingers and stood up up, fear in his big eyes.

"Uhm, you.. you didn't see what you think you saw..." He tried to explain, advancing toward him, his member deflating quickly.

"I-I saw you with your fingers in... Saying Trevor's name..." The panther stupidly said, backing away from the other, instinctively thinking he was going to hit him.

"You-you heard me too?" The revelation hit Melvin hard, his ears dropped as much as they could while falling on his knees, tears forming at the corners of his eyes. "I-I should have known better to do that here, but I couldn't resist any longer, I want him so bad..."

He stopped his rant, his stare fixed on the still shocked black fur in front of him and only know recognizing who was in front of him, judging from his expression. "You-you are William Sander, right? From Chemistry class?"

"Yes, I am, but-"

"Please, you must not tell anyone about this, please! The guys in the team won't like it! Please!" He pleaded, his paws grabbing the hem of the panther's shirt.

"I won't-" Willy tried to assure him of his silence, but he was cut off once again.

"I will do anything! Anything!" The roan-coated fur cried, his paws still tugging the shirt, and by doing that they rubbed against his crotch.

"There is no need for that!" The panther quickly answered, trying to get the other up but failing miserably to do so. The whole situation, the beefy bull at his knees, was absurd to say the least, but also arousing; he had always dreamed to have him like that, and now that was happening, he couldn't stop the blood rushing to a certain barbed place.

Melvin noticed that, since his paws were pressed against the growing bulge; he shifted his eyes to look at it, then back to Willy's face, a light of realization appearing on his muzzle. His paws let go the shirt and darted to the buckle, already undoing it and unzipping the pants.

"Wait? No, you don't need to do that!" The big cat almost shouted, trying to bat away the busy paws of the footballer but failing to do that; his cock wasn't listening too, getting harder and already out of his sheath.

"But if I do this, you won't tell anyone, right?" The bull asked, pants already lowering, only underwear between him and the cathood.

"I wouldn't tell anyone regardless, so please stop!" The feline answered, although he had stopped his attempts to fight back.

"What if I want to do that, regardless? I always wanted to do that... And you seem to like the idea..." This time the bovine's voice gained a lustful undertone, his right paw posing over the bulge and starting to caress it, a stain of precum appearing on the cloth.

Willy didn't say anything, silently thinking of what to do: he had wished for this to happen, but was that right? He didn't want to blackmail his idol in this, even if the other wanted it, and he couldn't-

He gasped when his underwear was pulled down, exposing his throbbing cock to the cool air; the bull had interpreted his silence as an acceptance, he had to speak out his resolve to-

What came out of his muzzle weren't words, but moans, since the bull, without permission, had licked his prick clean of precum.

"It's... saltier than I imagined!" Melvin gleefully declared, before lowering his head once again, this time not to lick, but to engulf the cockhead; his height and the natural angle of the feline's cock made it easy to do that without grabbing the cathood, so the bovine's paws grabbed the other fur's hips for leverage. He didn't stop to just the tip, he got more and more inches of the delicious member, almost getting all of it before gagging, his tongue lashing and trying to cover every part of it.

Willy soon lost the will of stopping the bull, the new feelings rushing in him and rendering him incapable of rational thought. Sure, the bovine wasn't experienced, his teeth made contact with the sensitive cock from time to time, and he didn't quite manage to stimulate the barbs in the right way, but he compensated with his sheer enthusiasm that only someone eager to do something could have. And the bull was surely eager, judging by the return of the stiffness to his cock, the clear sign of male excitement.

Overall, the sensation of having your cock in a wet, warm place, toyed by a large and powerful tongue was almost indescribable, nothing the young panther had ever felt before. Something grew inside him, something different that was changing the good-hearted feline; he grabbed the horns in front of him, the natural handles of the bull, and started to buck his hips, forcing his member inside the sweet muzzle.

Melvin gagged a bit, taken by surprise, but quickly adjusted himself to the situation, staying still this time and making the cat do all the work, only keeping moving his adapt tongue and trying to suck on the delicious cock in his mouth. Having lost their purpose, his paws let go of the other's hips and traveled down, one grabbing his hefty hard-on, the other going to his rear.

Not that Willy cared about that; he was too enveloped in his pleasure, thrusting his cathood in such a marvelous place, using his grip on the horns as leverage and fucking the muzzle belonging to the footballer, his balls slapping on the square chin. Seeing what the bull was doing to himself only increased his arousal, a low growl vibrating from his throat; being able to finally taste what sex really was, doing it with his hot, sexy crush, the feelings piling up on each other, being a cat, all those factors weren't in favor of Willy, who found himself quickly approaching his climax.

He didn't fight back, just increased his pace until he came, not stopping his thrusting while spending his seed, droplets of white semen escaping the bovine's muzzle and falling on the shirt and varsity jacket belonging to the college player. Melvin didn't mind that, happily lapping his reward, mooing quietly while doing so, stopping his paws' work to better focus on the taste.

Having given all he got, the black furred male let go of the horns, his cock slipping out of the muzzle; he stared at his idol, still kneeling and with his paw jerking his sizable hard-on.

"You didn't come". He hazily stated the facts.

"You came too quickly." The bull said, shyly, then added hastily. "Not that I didn't know you cats are like that! I-I'm sure you will be ready for a second round soon!"

"I fucking will. Now, while waiting for that, get up!" Willy growled, wanting to put in action the idea he just got. Surprisingly, Melvin obeyed without protest, his paws resting at his sides.

"Grab the sink and bent over!" The panther ordered, his voice showing the newly acquired dominant tone. The bull just did that, an expression of eager expectation appearing on his muzzle and being shown in the mirror before he bent. The feline approached the subdued bovine, lowering himself until his face was at the same level as the glorious mounds in front of him.

"Raise your tail!" He demanded, chuckling when his command was once again obeyed. Seizing the lustrous buttocks with his paws, he parted them to reveal their treasure, nothing hindering his vision of the gaping hole, almost inviting him to do many dirty things with it. He pressed his nose against the tailhole, a manly, heavy musk hitting his sensible sense of smell with each sniff, watering his mouth. The bull shifted his hips, maybe because of the strange feeling of having something humid against his taint, but the feline didn't want to hear that, pressing his claws lightly against the butt's skin; Melvin understood the message and stilled himself, waiting for what was going to happen.

Content with the reaction, he decided he had enough of the intoxicating scent, moving his muzzle so that hot air washed over the bare muscle, making the subject of his attentions shiver. He wasn't a mean person, one to make others wait, so he instantly attacked the taint with his tongue, giving a first exploratory lick.

The taste was an odd one, but it wasn't bad at all, just odd, surely something he liked; after the first lick, he gave another, and then another one, saliva coating the hole. His licks weren't always the same, sometimes circling, sometimes more straight, but all of them were liked by the bull, who after a while began to moo softly.

Seeing that the footballer was linking that, he tried to change thing a bit, pushing his tongue in the center of the tailstar, out of curiosity; the muscled gave in easily, thanks to the hot ass-kissing ad all the previous fingering, more easily than the big cat had expected, his tongue entering the hot tunnel. That elicited a loud moan from the big guy, who even pushed back to get more, only stopped by the firm hold Willy had of his buttcheeks.

The slim panther kept ravaging the hole, kissing it and licking it, getting his raspy tongue inside and exploring the tunnel, all these actions making the bull more excited, if the moans and his pushes were an indication of it. Shoving someone so big and hunky in such a state was a major turn on for the cat, and his hard-on came back with amazing speed, even for a feline. But he kept doing that, waiting to see what the bull would and, after a few more minutes of tongue-pucker action, he discovered that.

"Plea-AH-se, William, ta-AH-ke me!" The bovine pleaded between moans, speaking for the first time since he had lost his mouth's virginity. With a loud smack, Willy parted his lips from the gaping asshole, spit dripping from his short muzzle.

"You really sure you can handle a cock?" He asked, not sure if he should use dirty talk or not, if the other would like that.

"Ye-es, please, I always wanted to be fucked, please!" The bull begged loudly, almost whimpering for the burning desire. The black panther stoop up and moved his paws higher on Melvins body, his cock itchy to get inside but just being rubbed in the hot, hairy crevice.

"The big, mean football player always wanted to be fucked as a bitch?" Willy tried once again, being that badmouthed actually turning him on a new level while he kept teasing the bull.

"Yes, I want that! Please!" The roan-coated bovine even tried to push back and catch the tip of the cock inside him, futile since the panther devilishly denied that to him.

"You will be granted your wish today!" He triumphantly declared, happy to fulfill the desire of both his crush and himself. Angling his red pole with one paw, he pushed slowly, his tip popping in without much problem; to his amazement, some inches followed in without him even pushing, swallowed inside the hot, tight passage that was Melvin's ass.

"How can this be possible?!" He exclaimed, marveled by such a feat. Sure, the bull had been fingering himself, but still! He pushed easily another inch, before stopping and just enjoying the basking feeling of being inside something alive and with his own mind.

"I- Oh yes! I have toys, I use them a lot!" The shy answer came from the bent bovine, his voice strained with pleasure. "You-you can go on, it won't hurt me!"

"Oh, really?" The panther chuckled, pushing another inch inside. "You play with your toys, every night, wishing for the real deal?"

"Yes! Please, breed me!" The other answered, bucking his own hips and finally getting all of the barbed cock inside him, his lowhangers colliding with those of the top cat. That made escape a moan to both, one because of the sheer warmth and tightness enclosing his cathood, the other because of being filled so much, his prostrate hit by the tool inside him.

They stood still for a second, then started moving, the cat's prick getting out from the suctioning hole and then slamming back in with the efforts of both parties.

"You crave for cock, don't you?" The slim panther kept taunting the other, all the while building a comfortable pace where he met the bull's push mid-thrust.

"I want it, yes, fuck me!" The roan bovine bellowed, moving his hips fast and moaning each time the pole went in him. It was new for both of them, and maybe they weren't doing things in the correct, but they didn't care, they both felt good, and right.

"You were born to be bred!" Willy shouted, shifting his hips a bit to search for the infamous prostate; a moan louder than the others marked the moment he managed that, and another one when he mimicked the movement comfirmed it.

"Yes, I am a bitch, please, fuck me harder!" The bull went wild now, lost in his subbie pleasure, pushing back harder, as if wanting more and more. His inside clenched the invading object, massaging it and stimulating it in ways the panther couldn't ever have imagined in all his solitary sessions. The cat growled, grabbing the hovering horns in front of him and using the leverage to thrust harder and faster, the familiar warmth in his balls signaling he was already getting close.

He was wondering if he had to hold back, to wait for the bovine to cum first, when that decision was taken from him.

"Oh fuck, I'm- I'm cumming!" Melvin cried out, his cock spurting rope after rope of seed on the floor, giving the ultimate achievement for a top, making the bottom cum hands-free. The thought was just so hot, and the ass he was plowing just so tight thanks to the convulsions of pleasure, that the cat couldn't resist anymore. He cummed, filling the hot tunnel with his semen, marking the bull as his prey, using all the strength he could muster to not collapse on the bent male.

The bull showed his endurance as a player with his standing there, even after a knee-shaking orgasm, both of them panting and looking at each other through they reflection in the mirrors. They smiled at each other, happy and content.

"Uhm, William..." Melvin started coyly, still holding the other's cathood inside him.

"Call me Willy."

"Okay. Willy... My roommates are out tonight.. If you want to..." He was interrupted by a pair of thin lips pressing against his broad ones, tongues touching, sealing the panther's answer.