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"Ohhh fuck yes!"

I didn't normally carry on like a two bit yifftube actor but this lion really had me going.

"Unghhhhh!"

Shit he was good.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

My jeans were down by my ankles, boxers in an untidy puddle. He hadn't even bothered pulling them off yet, just down and dirty and hot and urgent. We couldn't keep our paws off each other all the way back to his place from the gym, and then the moment we were through the door. Bam; kissing and groping and at each other like teenagers. We hadn't even made it to the bedroom, only getting as far as the lounge.

Then he went at my belt buckle, practically tearing it off in his hurry to get at my junk. He knelt and gave me a sexy wink, pulling down my pants and boxers and fondling my growing bull cock to full mast. There is something special about lions for me, a touch of danger that added an extra sexy dimension. Must be an ancient predator/prey thing seeing that broad grin with those sharp teeth and extended claws. He had it down perfect, kneeling in front of me when I was all hot and exposed and vulnerable, cute as fuck smirk making me drip.

This one knew how to worship a bull cock like no one I had ever been with. That fuzzy tongue lapped my tip, drawing excited moos I was almost embarrassed for. His groan of appreciation at my cock was nothing to be embarrassed about though. At full length I knew I was more than a handful. He knew what he was doing too.

Then he did something that had me almost creaming on the spot, rubbing my sensitised shaft on his mane. The fur was almost painfully exciting, not as soft as it looked but coarse and rough. That was when I started with the ooohs and aaahs and oh fucks, and it never really stopped. I'm not usually that much of a verbal bull during sex, but for this guy I would make an exception.

Eventually he went down on me for real, hot wet muzzle opening wide, teeth glinting but kept clear of my tasty beef stick as he bobbed enthusiastically on my cock. I felt his paws on my balls, soft pads groping and fondling. I loved having my heavy sack played with. What bull doesn't?

"Ohhh fuck Dale I'm gonna blow!"

Surprise, agony, incredible pleasure and suddenly I was teetering on the brink even though we hadn't been going long. He had extended his claws, pressing the sharp tips into my nuts just enough to let me know I was at his mercy, and squeezed. Fuck it felt wrong and good. So good.

One more suck, one more bob of his hot suckling muzzle would have done it but the cocky fuck just stood up and grinned, baring those teeth again. I let out a long shuddering moo of desperate need. My balls ached with unspent cum.

"Not yet big daddy bull, you are a fast shooter aren't you? I want to feel your ass around my cock when you cum. How about it big bull, want this little kitty cat to fuck you hard?"

I let out a frustrated moan as he slowly jacked my length, one extended claw playing with my tip. A nod was all I could manage.

Rough clawed paws grabbed my hips, spinning me around effortlessly and pushing me against the back of the sofa. I felt his paw on my back, bending me over. I am normally a power bottom, but this stud lion had me totally subby. From the moment I saw him bench pressing some serious weights, biceps bulging and veins popping my cock had begun to twitch. Early thirties maybe, hot looking stud, keeping himself in good shape. Just how I liked them.

When I saw him checking me out in the showers, I knew I wanted him, and more than that, I wanted him to dominate me, hard uncompromising fucking. He was living up to my fantasies. The feeling of being bent over and used made my cock spurt against the sofa, nice pungent memento for him staining the fabric.

"Time for your ride big bull?"

"Moooooooo!"

"Yeah, not sure you want it enough yet. Might have to make you prove it Paul."

A rough paw gripped my tail, yanking it up and away from my tailhole, stretching the skin of my taint almost painfully. Fingers played with my rump, then I felt fingertips on my sack. The claw was back, scraping along the taut skin of my scrotum making me bellow, then up my taint, teasingly playing with my hairy crack. One sharpened point dug into the lips of my ass, almost piercing before backing off.

"Enough! Stop teasing you bastard, get that cock of yours into me now for God's sake!"

"Awww does the daddy bull need something?"

"Yes you fucking asshole!"

*slap* a meaty hand smashed into my ass, stinging and leaving me groaning, another torrent of pre unleashed on the unsuspecting lounge furniture. Fuck he knew how to do this just right.

"Manners!"

"Mooooooooooooooo!"

Fingers found my hole again, this time driving in, slick with lube. The cocky cat must have had some in his pockets all this time.

"Beg for me daddy bull, beg for it!"

His questing fingers opened me like a kid's present on Christmas day, quick and uncaring, desperate just to get at the goodies inside. Two, then three, sawing into my ass and spreading, the muscles of my abused pucker straining and complaining as I whimpered. His fingertips hit my joy button, roughly mauling my sensitive nub, pushing me to the edge again then back as the handling became painful, tormenting as much as erotic. And all the time I kept up a constant tirade of dirty bull talk, begging, pleading, crying when my nut went almost numb from the hard usage.

Finally he had enough, and I heard him tear the foil package, then a cold slick feeling as he unloaded a stream of lube onto my stretched hole. I bit my lip, part to stop crying like a pussy any more, and part to stop myself complaining about the condom. I loved felines bareback, those barbs felt absolutely incredible scraping on the walls of my ass, and it never felt quite as good covered, but I needed this so much now I didn't want to take a chance on pissing him off.

He pulled my tail even higher now, drawing my tailhole into a slightly pained egg shape under the strain, and I felt his tip engaged in my quivering pucker. How would he do it?

"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Straight in with one thrust, using my tail to draw himself in tighter, furry balls slapping my sack. My cock throbbed again, my body smashed bruisingly against the sofa, and I felt my sensitive tip rubbing against the coarse cotton fabric. This would not last long.

The lion set himself into a hard fuck, an epic fuck for the ages. Muscled hips slammed my butt, over and over, ramming me again and again into the sofa as I could only let out moos and grunts in response to each thrust. His barbed monster filled me, rasping against nerve endings on high alert, his tip keeping up a rapid tattoo on my nut. I was in heaven.

And still I kept up the babbling, my gutter sex mind in control and letting out every dirty depraved sentence I had ever conceived, the stud lion unlocking the deep primal bottom bull inside and placing his own nosering on it for ever. I had to have more. I was hooked.

My cock jerked, rubbing against the sofa, the pressure and the stimulation painful but sensual, and screaming like a banshee I unloaded the heavy cum spray that had been building since we entered the apartment, the emission painting the now trashed sofa a lovely shade of off white and marking it with the scent of bull for all time. Still the lion wasn't done though, his thrusts never missing a beat, as he pistoned into me if anything even harder while he clicked his tongue at my terrible lack of control. I lay over the back now, propping my pained body up with my hands, and let him ride the bull. He was definitely a pro, he had lasted well more than the statutory eight seconds, though I was never going to try to buck him off.

Then I felt his furry paws working along my back, digging into my shoulders, and rubbing my neck, before reaching still further forward to grip my horns. He pulled my head back, arching my back as he used my prides and joys to give better leverage, his hips moving faster and faster. I felt another cum brew in my balls, so fast I was taken by surprise. I hadn't gone off like this since I was a callow teenage bull just discovering his dick.

The lion's pants became groans, became low pitched roars, the awesome sexy guttural sound cascading through my body and reaching someplace in my cock just in time for the hammering on my love nut to bring its reward. I lost it then, screaming out obscenities as my balls clenched and my cock swung wildly throwing great gobs of thick bull milk across the floor, the sofa, anything and everything in the vicinity. I felt a beautiful yet incomplete warmth in my hole, the lion's own cum alas contained in the condom but still potent enough to register on the now numbed nerves of my plundered ass. I lay panting across the sofa, one well ridden bull indeed. All I could smell was my own seed, and sweat.

He pulled out with a loud 'pop', my aching tailhole still opened and missing its favourite filling. As if to mourn the departure, my stretched and reddened ass wept a sticky line of lube, some of it reaching the back of my now emptied sack. I felt the absence of his body even more, and managed to push myself off the couch, turning on unsteady hooves to stare at the cocky lion, his dick still hard inside the rubber, his clothes still in place but deliciously rumpled. I couldn't stay on my hooves for now, and I slid unceremoniously to the floor, but it wasn't a bad place to be. From here I had better access to my goal anyway.

Reaching for that demon lion cock, still arrogantly swaying in the air, I stripped the condom with difficulty, the barbs catching as he laughed at my unskilled attempts. Eventually I had it naked though, and I wrapped my muzzle around the thick mass, the barbs rubbing my lips raw as I coaxed him to full hardness again. I had missed out on taking a load inside me, and this one wasn't getting away. His paws were on my horns again, using them to guide and control, and I let him. If it took a while, that was fine. My hoof tipped fingers closed around his furry scrotum and squeezed as he slammed into my muzzle. We would see who blinked first.

*****

Panting, barely able to speak, we lay against each other on the furry rug in front of his fireplace, a throw from the sofa our blanket as we nuzzled casually while talking and drinking beers he had brought from the fridge. There was something special, almost brotherly about two older guys cuddling after sex. None of the ego and awkwardness of youngsters, still trying to prove themselves, uncertain of their bodies and themselves. We had nothing to hide, and nothing to prove that we hadn't already in spades in a wild orgy of man sex. Now we could be ourselves. Casual sex was wasted on the young.

I complimented him on his technique, and he took the compliment graciously without being a dick. He complimented me on my responsiveness. We didn't have to edge around the question, and I went straight to the heart.

"So, do you want to do this again?"

His grin was an easy, half sleepy post sex grin, but it was genuine.

"Yeah, I was hoping you would ask. Truth is, that was the best I've had in I don't know how long, and I really do like you. When can you get together again?"

"Well, I've got some time on Wednesday nights after the gym like we did tonight. My son has band practice and he isn't home till late."

His grin opened wider if anything.

"Serious? You have a son? Well I'll be, I wouldn't have picked it."

"Yeah, bit of a youthful mistake. I wasn't always a total cock hound, once this bull daddy was a real bull daddy, wife and all. Girlfriend pregnant at 18, Married at 19, divorced by 21. She skipped and left me with the calf. He is a good kid really, bit of a terror at times, and he takes after his mother a little too much, but I love him to pieces. He doesn't know about , well, this though, so I make sure I don't give him any reason to suspect."

"Ahh...well, I know what you mean about kids. I see enough of them in my work to have had enough for many lifetimes. Still, you are lucky with yours it sounds. He might even be worth not strangling immediately. Sure you can't tell him?"

"Yeah, I don't think he is ready to deal with his old man being gay. And I wouldn't be so sure about the strangling. "

We both broke into an easy laughter, our hands touching each other's bodies but not feeling the need to break into more sex just now. Besides, I had to get back to Jared. He was always famished after band practice these days, the calf seemed to inhale his food and I didn't want him waiting too long otherwise he would miss homework time. It was hard enough as it was getting him to study.

Fifteen year olds were a pain at times. I dimly remembered what I used to get up to at that age, and gave a snort. Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing if he took after his mother after all.

*****

"Jared, get in here now!"

"Owww dad can't it wait?"

"No young bull, get in here NOW!"

The sound of dragging hooves made their way down the stairs from the first floor landing as my precious hellspawn reluctantly obeyed his dad. It was Tuesday night, and I knew there was no sense talking to him in the mornings, all I got was grunts and snorts. I had been checking through his schoolbag, as a typical nosy parent should, and found an interesting green covered book with the school crest. It was most revealing.

I sat on my favourite armchair, my face impassive as Jared sauntered up to me. No sense giving him too many hints. As he stood shuffling from one hoof to the other, wondering "whassup" as his friends seemed to always say, I pulled the book from behind me. The response was at least gratifying.

"Oh...dad...that's...um...I mean..."

"Nice of you to tell me your school had instituted a new policy Jared. All your marks, all your behavioural failings, itemised day by day in here for your parents' view. And lookie here, a section at the end of each week where your parent gets to sign to show they have read and understood. And what do you know, a signature. Paul J Williams, every week. Just the same. Almost uncanny how similar the signatures are, eh Jared.?"

He had the sense to drop his head in submission, his growing horns obvious as he contemplated the floor for rogue dustbunnies.

"Jared?"

"I guess you've got me dad."

"That I do. Your marks are terrible, especially in English from a Mr Barry. He seems to have a low opinion of your attention to your English studies Jared, in fact it seems you are almost failing. And I see, you have a detention coming up this Saturday."

"Dad, it's not fair. Mr Barry hates me, it's not my fault, he just has it in for me."

"I doubt that Jared, but I think I should meet this Mr Barry. Might prove an interesting conversation. And don't assume I trust you that much after this. That story about going to the library to study this Saturday; that was all crap to cover your detention wasn't it?"

He just looked almost sick now, to his credit. I was tempted to get medieval on his ass, but I was controlling my anger. Part of that was fear, driven by a reluctance to punish him the obvious way by stopping him doing one of the things he loved, band. And I knew why I wanted him to still go there; it was nothing to do with his development, and all to do with an insatiable itch in my tailhole. The knowledge of my own less than honest ways with my son made me more merciful than I should have been.

Instead I just took away his internet and his Xbox.

You would think I was guilty of some form of child cruelty.

*****

Wednesday morning had come with a surprise, Dale had rung to say he had an emergency plumbing job in his bathroom and his place was a mess. Could we meet at mine?

I was contemplating bailing, my fears winning out over horniness at first, but the itch in my ass had become a full blown fire, and I needed some more of that lion pronto. Wrestling with the dilemma, I decided to skip gym if Dale was willing, giving us the most time possible before Jared came home. Whistling like a madman, I flew through the rest of the work day, my colleagues looking at me as if I had become slightly unhinged. I guess I had; I'm pretty sure addiction to lion cock is some form of mental illness.

I got home just as Dale pulled up in his car, a respectable station wagon. I guess it did fit a little. Dale was a nice respectable name. We hadn't exchanged surnames yet, we were too busy fucking, but looking at the car his was probably something like Smith.

"Not what I was expecting."

His easy smile came out again, acknowledging the daggyness of his grannymobile but not caring.

"It is practical. You would be surprised what I have to lug to work some days."

"As long as you don't use it to dispose of the kids' bodies once you strangle them."

"Nah, disposal is outside our collective bargaining agreement. Strict demarcation dispute there."

I felt for his rump, those two ripe melons of perfect male muscle jiggling in his pants as he returned the compliment.

"Better get inside at least before we start?"

Grumbling with supressed horny fury I fumbled for the keys, practically breaking the door down as I rushed into the lounge room with the lion inches behind, the door slamming almost off its hinges as he lunged for me

I felt him around me, his body tight to mine from behind, powerful arms wrapped around my torso. His tongue lapped at my neck, his sharp teeth playfully nipping at my ears, as he slowly worked my chest. Claws gripped through the fabric of my shirt, the tips rasping over the fur of my chest, a millimetre from drawing blood as I let out a deep lowing moo.

He felt for my nipples then, first playing with them through the fabric, then reaching under my shirt to poke and prod with his claws. I felt his left paw on my left nipple, the sharp index claw flicking the erect nub, when a sharp pain shot through my chest; he had pierced it with his claw, the feeling erotic and deep. My shocked gasp was matched by his deep wicked chuckle, as he withdrew the claw, bringing it to his muzzle behind me. I could hear him licking the blood hungrily; fuck he was one sick horny kitty. God I loved it.

He spun me around, stripping my clothes as I stood unresisting. He stayed the way he was, the way we did it last time. I always had a kind of fetish for clothed sex, the sheer raw lust of fucking because you needed to right now before you even cleared the decks for action. He seemed into it too, as he pulled my pants and boxers off, leaving my shirt with the spreading dark spot on my chest where my throbbing punctured nipple quietly bled into the fabric.

We kissed. Actually we sucked face, trying to eat each other's muzzles while we made enough noise to embarrass a pack of alley cats. Eventually he wrapped his paws around my aching bull cock and jacked it, edging to perfection before backing off, every now and then flicking the underside of my sack and squeezing one of my nuts. I was in no mood for long teasing tonight, I wanted it all and we didn't have that much time.

"For fuck sake, no teasing I mean it. Fuck me now or so help me I will slam you down and take your cock anyway."

He gave me that same cocky grin, and a wink, and placed his paws on my hips, guiding me backwards to the low kitchen bench. Suddenly he lifted me, and working out what he wanted, I let him raise me onto the cold surface. I had never had sex on a kitchen bench before. This was the kind of food porn I could relate to.

Once he had me nicely sat to his liking, my legs dangling and hooves resting on the side of the bench, he dropped to his knees. I would never tire of him in this position. He started as we had last time, my cock disappearing into his muzzle like a lollypop, as he worked over my length one beautiful inch at a time. I was mooing loudly now, and swearing again, begging him to take it all.

"Oh yeah, would kitty like some milk?"

Then I felt his fingers on my tailhole, that delicious wicked sensation, as he circled my pucker with his claw before driving his fingers in hard and dry. It hurt and it rasped, but it also burned a good burn, as he quickly found my nut and rubbed it between two fingers. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I leaned back on the benchtop as his muzzle and his fingers brought me to the shattering cum I had been craving all week.

"Moooooooooooooooo!!!"

I swear I saw stars as he gulped down every last drop of my spoo, even using his sharp tonguetip to lap out the last remnants from my slit. I lay there, contented, as I felt him moving between my thighs. His fingers were back now, this time lubed and ready, fingering my hole as he got me ready for his barbed wonder.

My legs were raised over his shoulders, and he stepped in tight, his cock resting on mine and parting my throbbing sack. He rubbed back and forward a few times, frotting me with his length, and even through the condom I felt his barbs tickling my shaft. I was hard again in an instant, and hornier than I had ever been.

"Please please please please NOW!"

He let out a sexy lion roar and he thrust forward, impaling my quivering hole in one thrust, his grip on my thighs almost painfully good. Without waiting, he began to fuck, the same wild pounding pace I remembered, and I rested my head on my forearm, enjoying the ride as I relaxed into his hard rutting blissful fuck. As his grunts filled my ears, I let my head loll a bit back, and opened my eyes lazily to enjoy the patterns the sunlight made on the wall. I followed one shaft of light; up the wall, across my old Duran Duran poster, over the railing of the first floor landing.

And right into the startled face of my son.

"Dad!"

"Jared? Oh fuck!"

"Jared?"

"Mr Barry?!"

"Holy shit!"

We just kind of stayed there, the lion buried to the hilt in my ass, both of us staring at Jared as he looked down at us from on high. I looked at each of them, back and forward as if trying to take in the reality and failing and thinking repetition might help.

There was Jared, his expression moving from shock to something else...was it amusement? There was Dale...apparently Dale Barry, Mr Barry...Jared's nemesis and English teacher, with an expression like a gaffed fish, eyes fixed on his student.

Then the sound of laughter, giggling at first, then hysterical and a thump as Jared fell to the floor and rolled around unable to hold back. It gave us an opening at least, and the lion pulled out hurriedly and stuffed his still hard cock awkwardly inside his pants while I dropped to the floor behind the cover of the kitchen bench trying desperately to find my clothes. I looked apologetically at Dale, as he did the same for me.

"Dale Barry I presume."

"Paul Williams I presume."

"Yeah, mental note. Next time make sure to get the surname of any guy I pick up."

"Thanks for the tip."

"Oh this is too good to be true. Fucking A"

We both popped out heads up then like startled meerkats, watching Jared pound his fists into the carpet in a fit of laughter. I had had about as much as I could take.

"Jared Williams, shut up and calm down this instant!"

"Young man, behave yourself!"

I had to admire the tone Dale managed in his command. Must be a school teacher thing. I gave him a discrete nod, and had to stifle my own giggle as he seemed to preen his mane in pride. Bloody lions.

"Oh no, none of that. I've got you both so good, I own your asses. No more detention for me Mr Barry. And I'm getting my Xbox back dad right now."

"What the fuck do you mean?"

"Oh yeah would kitty like some milk? Outstanding! I bet grandma would like to know why I am suddenly troubled....grandma, I came home one day and daddy....no I can't say it...."

"You wouldn't dare!"

"And as for that old fool Mr Curnow the head of Mathematics, bet he would love to know why I'm so distracted in class. 'Oh Mr Curnow...it's too painful...but I guess I have to tell you...my daddy...my daddy is fucking Mr Barry. Right in front of me...right in front of meeeeeeeeee....."

I could see the lion suddenly looking sick.

He didn't know my son like I did though, and I knew I had to outthink him.

"Hang on Jared. You say you came home to find us, but you were here all along. What gives? Why aren't you at band?"

"Aah Paul..."

"No Dale let him answer. Well Jared?"

"Paul..."

"What is wrong with you!"

"Paul, I'm trying to tell you...the bandmaster had a heart attack a month ago. Band has been cancelled for the last four weeks."

"But...what the hell have you been doing then while I've been out on Wednesday nights Jared?"

I could see the worm of unease on his muzzle now, and I knew I had the upper hand somehow, but he seemed still triumphant. Until I heard the door to his room open.

A rather tall and leggy filly trotted across the landing, wearing his football jersey as a kind of semi nightie. As she approached Jared, his expression turned fierce as well as terrified.

"Jared, come back to bed, you still owe me for cumming too soon again you bastard and I..."

"Samantha! For fuck sake, why did you come out when I told you to stay there?!"

"Hello Samantha."

The lion's voice was soft, deceptively soft, but it got the filly's attention. Suddenly things were very quiet.

"Mr Barry!"

"I am sure the headmaster would be interested in what his daughter has been up to. Wouldn't he Samantha...Jared..."

For long moments the four of us just stood, like the end to Reservoir Dogs, looking at each other and contemplating mutual assured destruction. Finally Dale broke the silence.

"Well, this is awkward."

"Yeah"

"Yeah"

"Yeah"

"Well now that is agreed, perhaps you should go home Samantha, I think Paul and Jared are overdue for a chat."

The still shaking filly practically ran to the room, returning with her clothes thrown on and studiously avoided eye contact all the way out the front door.

"I think I'd better leave you too Paul. I do want to see you again, by the way. Just don't strangle him. He is a good kid mostly, when he pulls his head out of his ass."

"I should ground him for life for trying to blackmail us!"

"Nah, don't worry. Besides, I think you were wrong."

"How so?"

"Based on what Samantha said, he does take after you more than his mother after all."

With a deep roaring chuckle, the sexy lion walked out the front door, his delectable ass swaying as he moved.

I snorted hard, watching and thinking. Just for that, next time his ass was mine, and we would see if he had any complaints about being "premature".

A shuffling noise interrupted my thoughts as Jared tried to edge his way down the stairs without my noticing. Fat chance. I moved quickly, grabbing his horns with determined hands as he looked almost apologetic, or as apologetic as a fifteen year old could manage.

"Think we need a talk. About a lot of things."

At least he had the sense to agree.