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I never was much good with death, well not death per say more funerals. You have to dress up smart, people are getting emotional and crying. I'm British and I was raised to believe that showing anything more than a small amount of emotion was unseemly. So you can imagine how I feel about people crying and telling me all about their loved one and how much they miss them.

Ok maybe I've started this story a little too early, so let me back up and tell it right, from the start. Word to the wise though, I don't come off well in it. Well ok I 'come off' really great inside some petite little deer's ass, unfortunately you are probably going to think I'm scum for doing so.

Of course, you asked and I'm the honest sort, I get that from my parents. Worst thing I could do as a kid was lie, I once burned a huge hole in my bedroom carpet, who gives an eleven year old a chemistry set with a meth burner anyway? I successfully covered it up with a rug for about three months, when my mother finally found out she cried really long and hard. Not because I burned a hole in quite an expensive and new carpet, but because I lied about it afterwards.

Anyway that's probably taking it back too far, let's just say I'm the youngest of five brothers. If you think that means I have a chip on my shoulder you are probably underestimating it. I hated my brothers, mostly because they seemed to treat me as the little unwanted tag along brother. Growing up all I ever had, was pre owned by them, I got stuff after they had no more use for it; toys, clothes, shoes, bedsheets, beds and food... ok not food but you can see the trend I'm pushing.

First chance I got I was out of that crowded house, oh the bliss of having my own bedroom. No sharing my space, oh fuck it was orgasmic, hell I can't stop walking around naked at home. Hey, you know you'd want to see this toned tight striped tiger ass walking around naked. After all I don't hit the gym five times a week for nothing.

Sorry off topic again, so anyway moved from York to Brighton. A hell of a long way to move you say, true but Brighton is warm and sunny and has one hell of a gay scene. Fun guys, warm beaches it doesn't get much better in the UK. Of course then uncle Tony died, he was my Dad's step brother, one of seven brothers. I think I met him like twice and he called me a pansy ass puff. Now ok he got the puff part right, but I'm no mincing scener, I like to hit the pubs and the clubs sure, but it's tail I'm chasing, prey I'm hunting.

What I'm trying to hint at, oh so subtly, is that I'm a top exclusively, sometimes I might let a guy lick my ass if I'm in a really kinky mood, otherwise my ass is an exit door only. Of course, I'm a good top I can make most bottoms squeal and curl their toes. Being well hung helps ten inches of tiger meat, my brothers were all jealous growing up. I think it's honestly where I get my confidence from, knowing that I'm almost double the size of the average guy.

Wait, what was I talking about, oh yes uncle Tony died and mother insisted that I come home for the funeral. Should they ever make guilt tripping an Olympic sport then my mother will bring home gold, silver and bronze. So back up the country I travel, back to the boring north, moors and castles oh yay.

Now the funeral was being held in this crematorium place. Like a factory for the dead, two chapels and funerals on a conveyor belt. Priests doing service after service, bring out your dead! Tony's service was in the East chapel at ten with a reception afterwards at Aunty Karen's. I hadn't seen aunty Karen since I was five years old bouncing on her knee, or so my mother told me.

Of course since I got the train to York and a taxi to the crematorium I didn't have a way to get there. Mother said she would arrange a place in one of the cars and I trusted her. Well trusted is a strong word I trusted that there was a fifty-fifty chance she would do it, but if she failed I had a perfect excuse to skip the enforced family reunion. Several hours of being compared to my hetro brothers and grieving distant relatives trying to be ok with their homo black sheep tiger cousin is not my idea of fun.

The service was a typical affair, some guy talking about god, and he mentioned uncle Tony too which was nice of him, in between the bible passages. Maybe it would have meant something if uncle Tony wasn't just some guy who occasionally sent a Christmas card. All I wanted to do was hit the wake, long enough to appease my mother, get out and hit what passes for a gay scene in the north.

Outside afterwards I saw the crowd and my siblings wandering off with my parents to a fleet of cars.

"Hey are you Irene's youngest?" Asked a middle aged deer in a smart black dress.

"Yes I am," I replied trying to figure out if I had seen this deer inside.

"You're riding with me in my car," she announced and wandered over to some tiny red smartcar. One very uncomfortable ten minute drive later I arrived at the wake.

It was taking place in some house I didn't recognise, I guessed it must be Tony and Karen's, now just Karen's house. There was a mirror in the hall and I couldn't resist a quick check, black suit, white shirt, black tie and my handsome face. Oh yes, this was a handsome tiger and I was so wasted on my family. A table was laden with food, mostly home baked from the looks of it. I praised my aunty's baking skills as a nibbled on some heavenly scones.

I followed them with some delicious crab cakes and vol-aux-vaunts before helping myself to a slice of pie. At least the day wasn't a total loss, I would have to see if I could score a doggy bag, to share with whoever I picked up later. Glancing around there was something that struck me, for a family of tigers there was a lot of deer's in this room. Along with a few wolves a fox and a pony, as I finished the pie I realised I was the only tiger present.

There was a small display of pictures set up and well I may not have seen uncle Tony a lot, I was pretty damn sure he wasn't some male cervine with bad teeth and a weight problem. I almost dropped the empty paper plate as I realised, somehow I was at the wrong wake, stuffing my face with the buffet set up for the mourners. The only bright spot was at least I was dressed for the occasion.

Wincing I remembered leaving my phone in the glovebox of my mother's car. She had insisted we all leave them to avoid the possibility of embarrassment should one go off and promised to give them back after the service. I was in some house, somewhere in Yorkshire surrounded by strangers who would no doubt love the tiger who gate-crashed their dead relatives wake.

Glancing around I looked desperately for a phone that I could maybe sneak a call on, as I turned I saw him. Dressed in a black suit, slim figure, little teardrop tail and brown soulful eyes. Horns trimmed neatly in that metrosexual way that even the straight deer's are doing these days, the little bi-curious teases. Slender almost feminine muzzle, with soft black lips that just looked so delectable I couldn't wait to get a taste. White spots on his face and neck I licked my lips thinking about how fun they would be to follow all the way down to his ass. I could just picture that little teardrop tail twitching as I ate out his delicious fuckhole, teasing him until he begged to be fucked.

He looked about eighteen, his ass was just plump enough to hint at how comfortable my hips would feel as they rammed into them. Looking around with a lost and dazed look in his eyes that told me he was a close relative to the guy who passed. Grieving, young, possibly sexually confused youngest, good thing he wasn't drunk or it would have been like he was gift wrapped for me.

Stopping my hunt for a way out I started stalking my prey, watching him as I circled the room. It was surprisingly easy to fake the small talk, 'oh, yes I'm Irene's youngest, I'm so sorry for your loss, he was a good man.' I repeated the phrase to a few different people, making sure to shake hand and maintain eye contact, they ate it up. Hell I didn't even have to lie, I was mildly sorry for their loss, and hey with this many mourners he must have been a good man.

Apparently whoever Irene was she wasn't able to make it and had sent her youngest along to pass on her condolences. He obviously hadn't turned up, it was my lucky day, I managed to figure out that my prey was also the youngest, the youngest son of the deer who died.

Ok gate-crashing a wake and hitting on the grieving son of the dead that's pretty darn low. I know, I admit it, I told you this is not a story which puts me in a good light. However, in my defence he seemed sad and lonely and he was really hot. I mean smoking hot, so fine and sexy that my balls ached at the mere thought of not trying to take those pert little cheeks. Yeah, not much of an excuse, but I never said I was proud of what I did. Well maybe a tad bit proud, I mean not many guys could have pulled it off.

Well eventually he made a break for the garden and grabbing a packet of fags out of my pocket I made my move. Following him outside I gave him a nod and lit up, "Sorry, hope you don't mind I just need a hit on a day like today." I mutter with a sly grin as I sneak a closer look at his ass. He was wearing a black suit and his rump looked like fine, delicious venison and I just couldn't wait to taste it.

"That's ok, I don't mind. I'd have one myself but if my mother caught me, she'd kill me." He winced at his choice of words on this of all days and I made a big show of checking for anyone who could spy us then offered him my smoking tab. I was rewarded with a look of gratitude as he took a deep pull and exhaled gratefully. "Oh fuck that was so good."

"Hehe, yeah I keep quitting, but I can't help it I'm an addict. Nothing better after a good meal or a good lay..." I paused in a fake moment of embarrassment then added sheepishly. "Sorry, that wasn't tactful was it?"

"Oh fuck tact, people have been walking on eggshells around me for days," muttered the deer as he snatched the fag and took another deep draw on it. Oh yeah, this was going to be too easy, he was at that wonderful rebellious phase of grief where he just wanted to do something stupid to prove he was alive, and I knew I could be the perfect something stupid he could do. Only two questions remained, well my gaydar was pinging off the charts so really only one, but confirmation would be nice.

"Well, in these shiny shoes I tend to smash egg shells, besides I never liked pretending to be someone I'm not," Ok I am a fucking hypocrite, but seriously he was hot I mean ball achingly, I want to fuck his suit just because it's touching his body kind of hot. I gave him a shy smile and lowered my voice slightly leaning to whisper into his ear, my warm breath tickling him every so slightly as I said. "That's why I came out when I was eighteen."

From the look on his face I knew I had confirmation, his eyes sparked with surprise and a hint of desire. Glancing around to make sure he couldn't be overheard he asked, "how did they take it... your parents I mean?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "ok I guess, I mean they weren't thrilled, but I have four older brothers so they weren't too bothered. How about yours?"

His face twisted in shock and confusion at my question, he was clearly not expecting that and I had already guessed he was a closet bound little guy, opening those full lips he whispered, "how did you know?"

Chuckling I took a drag on my fag and gave him a knowing smile, "oh I have good gaydar, you definitely ping on it. In a good way though."

Blushing a little and wrapping his arms around himself protectively he whispered, "I... was going to tell my dad after my eighteenth in June, I guess I'll never get to now."

Reaching out a paw and feeling like a letch I put my arm around him comfortingly and asked, "how do you think he'd have taken it?" Oh yes my second question was answered, he was over sixteen so banging him wouldn't land me in jail.

"I dunno... I hope well, I mean he was a fun dad you know," as he spoke I felt him leaning into me, the first openly gay guy to speak to him about it. In a moment when his emotional core was as open and vulnerable as it would ever be. Looking up at me his eyes glassy as he fought back the tears, "he used to love life, I remember when we were cubs, he used to take me and my sister camping. Letting us stay up late while he told us silly stories and terrible jokes. I think... I think he'd have been ok with it, he used to say you had to seize life, I guess I'll never know though."

Leaning down I exhaled softly my warm breath flowing down his neck making him shiver a little as I whispered into his ear, "a guy who liked to seize the day, you have your answer, he'd have accepted you no matter what. He loved you and he wanted you to live life to the fullest."

So I had my arm around a grieving seventeen year old, almost certain, virgin who was so sexy just being this close made my cock swell and strain against my pants. I know what you are thinking; nine years my junior, confused, just lost a loving father, only the lowest of the low would try something. Yeah you're right, but hey put yourself in my place, you had your arm around, not just a sure thing, but the sexiest sure thing you have ever been near. Are you seriously telling me you'd walk away? Pull the other one it's got fucking bells on, you'd do just what I did and end the night balls deep in his sweet ass, while he screamed your name again and again, as you milk his and your balls dry again and again.

Pressing against me I felt him sigh and for the first time I saw him smile, oh boy I thought he was pretty before. A smile on his face was the difference between the sun and a lightbulb. I knew I was lost morally and looking into those eyes I didn't care, I craved this young male, I had to have him. I was a drug addict and he was the fix I was desperate for, not to have taken him would have put me into withdrawal and killed me.

"Thanks," he whispered and I could hear the gratitude in his voice. "I think you are right, he would have accepted me. I wish I had seized the day and told him before the bus... I thought I had all the time in the world."

"Have you ever... ahem seized the day," as I whispered, my left paw wandered to my crotch and made a very visible display of adjusting myself. Ok it wasn't subtle I just wanted him to know what I wanted him to seize.

Those cheeks of his, covered in creamy fur yet I could see the flush of heat as he blushed and I could taste the subtle change in his scent as he became slightly aroused. "I... I... haven't ever... I mean seized the day." The boy just couldn't help but become sexier by the second, his flustered voice, trembling, his eyes drifting lower hungry and desperate.

"I have a hotel room, if you wanted to try seizing... the day with me tonight," there it was an open invitation to the young male. Part of me hoped he couldn't see the hunger in my eyes for fear it would scare him off and the other part hoped he saw it because being wanted, being lusted after, can be a potent aphrodisiac.

I could feel him breathing fast, his heart must have been racing and despite the cut of my pants my throbbing ten inch meat could clearly be made out, tailors can only do so much. His eyes were locked on the bulge as he whispered, "I... I'm not sure it will..."

"Shhh sweet deer, I promise I won't do anything you don't want to, it doesn't have to end in rutting, a little kissing, some exploring if that's all you want," I lied, I was determined to end the night with his ass stretched around my meat. However, first things first get him back to my room, get him naked and then make him want it more than anything. That was the order of things in my mind, with lust and need driving my every motion I got him to order us a taxi.

He gave some excuse to his mother, I didn't care what and she was too busy to stop him. As we sat side by side in the back of the taxi I let my paws begin to wander, his body trembled as I stroked over his thighs and he sighed and blushed, his eyes locked on the taxi driver. Reaching out with my paw I stroked his cheek warmly and turned his muzzle to make him look into my eyes. "Don't worry about him," I whispered as I leaned forward and kissed those sweet lips, tenderly at first, I sucked a little on his lower lips.

I could feel the excitement inside him building, my tongue pressed into his maw and I tasted him for the first time. Sweet as honey, tender as fresh grass and just a vague hint of cinnamon, the buffet had shown his mother could bake but tasting this I knew his mother was a master baker and this was a bun she had baked to absolute perfection. I devoured his lips and tongue hungrily, my paws exploring his tight frame until they reached down to his crotch. Where they groped his tented bulge squeezing his cocktip until he whimpered with need and I felt moister soaking through his smooth suit pants.

Our taxi arrived and we broke apart, panting heavily, his eyes were filled with lust and something else, puppy love, the boy had it bad and I knew there was nothing he wouldn't do for me tonight. Flinging some money at the driver I jumped out grabbing his paw and leading him with desperate speed to my room.

As the door shut my arms grabbed for him, embracing him and pressing the cervine against the wall, as I kissed him hungrily, my tongue desperate to taste more of his sweetness. My paws stripped off his jacket and then unbuttoned his shirt rapidly pulling it off and dropping it I broke the kiss and stepped back. Oh he was sweet buck perfection, his chest toned and yet not muscled, his stomach flat and trim. The wonderful contrast between his brown and white fur drew my attention to the heaving chest as he panted and looked at me, lust and desire filled his eyes with just a hint of fear.

I grinned widely, my sharp white teeth standing out against my black lips as I purred with anticipation. Tonight I would dine well with such a sweet and tasty morsel, he would sustain me all night, and hopefully most of the next morning.

Opening his lips he whispered softly, "I... don't even know your name," from the shocked tones he was half speaking to himself.

Peeling off my jacket and pulling off my shirt I exposed my chest and stomach to him. My manly chest was easily three or four times the size of his, and my stomach had a six-pack showing through the white fur on my stomach. The orange and black stripes of my outer body framing my chest and abs perfectly, making my muscles pop. Ok I flexed and posed but he liked what he saw, I could see his jaw dropping and the hungry look in his eyes.

"It's Dale and you are Kyle," I said with a confident wink, licking my lips and purred loudly and held out a paw to him asking, "has anyone ever told you, you are fucking sexy as hell?" Not an original question but it worked, he flushed with embarrassment as he shook his head and took my paw.

Pulling him into my arms I buried my muzzle into his slender neck and inhaled his scent growling softly with lust, "it's a crime, you should be told daily just how fucking hot you are." As he chuckled softly I kissed his neck and then nipped lightly hearing him squeal a little in delight. His body felt so good against mind, slender and timid, my arms around him making me feel dominant and him feel safe and protected.

Unsure what he should do the youngster just embraced me as I licked and nipped up and down his neck, tasting my prey gently sampling his fur and flesh. Musky and slightly spicy, I let my teeth graze the skin through the fur and felt him jump a little into my arms, making me purr louder and bite a little harder. My paws were all over his back and then they slipped down lower onto his buttocks. I looked into his eyes, my own hungry gaze and I whispered, "I want to see your full sexyness, will you let me see you nude?"

I was letting him feel he has some control by asking, I couldn't help but grin as his trembling paws slipped to his belt and he began to unfasten his pants. Again I stepped back to admire as he bent down, his pants and underwear hitting the floor and he stood before me in his full mouth watering naked glory. His cock a good seven inches, and with some girth, a bead of pre dripping slowly down his fleshy length. His eyes so shy and yet so desperate looking at me begging me for validation.

With a deep breath and a lick of my sharp fangs I appreciated the beautiful Adonis in front of me. I motioned for him to turn around and he did, the spots down his flanks and back were so pretty and I had to stop myself from just grabbing them. Of course his sweet pert buttocks were just amazing, the fur in his crack was creamy white and his tail was quivering and I promised myself I would be under there soon.

"Oh shit, Kyle you are the sexiest guy I've ever fucking seen, thank you so much for letting me see you like this," another cheap tactic, compliments and gratitude, all served to make him feel more comfortable with me. Secure enough that I could ask him, "can I taste you?" Safe in the knowledge that he would say yes.

Blushing and too giddy to actually respond verbally he nodded his head and I was on him a heartbeat later. My paws lifting him and sitting him on the bed, My huge paws separated his knees and I knelt down between them. I kissed his stomach and licked down to his navel, all the while he whimpered and gasped.

Next I let my paws slide up his inner thighs my claws tracing lightly over his skin as they zeroed I on his sweet meat. His soft gasp as my fingers finally touched his hot flesh was music to my ears. As I ran my fingers up and down his hot length, spreading his pre I looked up into his eyes and smiled, "are you sure you want this Kyle?"

Giving him another choice, another chance to say no, he felt even more secure in my paws, his cock throbbed and I felt a spray of pre soaking my fingers. I chuckled and looked up whispering, "I'm going to take that as a yes." Before he could speak my mouth was around his cocktip, my tongue lapping over his glans, teasing his corona as he cried out in pleasure.

As my muzzle slid down his throbbing pole my tongue dancing on his flesh, my paws unfastened my pants pulling them down to expose my cock. It was wonderful to get it out of those tight confines. I pulled a packet of lube out of my pocket just before I kicked my pants away. All the while my lips moved slowly up and down on the hot length, my tonguetip teasing his meatus and making him squeal. I began to bob my head faster, he squeaked with each thrust of my muzzle, as his cock slid back into my warm maw.

Deciding to kick things up just a notch my head bobbed faster and faster, my tongue lapping faster and faster on the hot length. His paws grabbed my head, his slender fingers slipping through my fur, I slid my paws up his chest, I could feel it heaving as he panted feeling his orgasm building inside him.

As I felt him nearing the point of no return I pulled my muzzle off, hearing him cry out in protest as his paws feebly tried to push me back down. Glancing up at him I shushed his protests and said, "I want your first orgasm with another male to be something special, just trust me and I promise a moment you will never forget, now lay down, relax and let your tiger show you how good your body can feel."

He did as I asked and lay back on the bed, I lowered my muzzle and began to slowly lick over his furry sack. He moaned softly again as I tasted his muskyness, so young and nubile it was fresh and delightful. He chuckled as I nuzzled under his sack, nipping lightly on his taint as his balls rested on my nose, my breath tickling him slightly.

My paws lifted his hips a little and his tail fell out from under him. I drove my hungry tongue up and down his taint working slowly until it reached his pucker. He cried out in pleasure as my rough tongue swirled around the metallic tasting doughnut.

"I... I'm not sure I can..." he whispered, his voice showing his doubt while his body begged for more.

"Hush Kyle, it's just a little licking, you say stop and I'll stop. This feels good doesn't it," I asked as my tongue lapped over his bud again diving a little deeper?

"Oh.... it does...ohhh so good... I guess it's ok just a little licking," he moaned as my tongue slowly teased his pucker open. My paws found the dropped lube packet ripped it open and spread a good load over my ten inches as well as soaking several fingers.

Kissing his pucker I began to enjoy my appetiser, my tongue delving deeper and deeper, seeking out his hidden depths. It took me just a few deep licks to find his sweet nut, he squealed and I felt jets of pre raining into my hair as I licked over his prostate. My lips kissing his nether lips as my tongue began to tongue fuck him, slowly at first then faster and faster, making him squeal each time my slippery muscle stroked his hidden buttons.

I saw the bedsheets pulling up and guessed the little cervine was clawing at them in pleasure. I worked my tongue faster and deeper, tongue-fucking him with every ounce of expertise I could bring as my lubed fingers slowly lifted towards his rear. Pulling my lips away a single lubed finger pressed to his pucker, I was in to the second knuckle before he knew what was going on.

"I... I'm not sure," he whimpered pitifully, his body desperately begging him to not let the pleasure stop.

"It's just a finger, it'll feel so much better than my tongue, plus with this in your ass I can do this at the same time," I muttered as my lips closed around his cocktip, licking it clean of his bitter pre, teasing the corona ridge with my tonguetip. He bucked into my mouth whimpering lost to the pleasure as my finger found his prostate, he pushed back onto it his tailtip wriggling.

I knew I was playing a tricky game, I kept my mouth lose around his cock, my tongue moving in slow motions and everytime he started to thrust pulled my lips off. I didn't want him to cum, not yet but I needed him on the edge, just so close and ready for as long as possible. If I let him cum he might start thinking and then he might stop me in my tracks and take me up on the offer to stop when he said stop. While it was a tactic, I would stop if he told me to, rape is not my thing, seducing someone, turning a no into a yes is hot, ignoring a no makes my cock wither.

Adding another finger, he didn't complain in fact he pushed back as I kept working them inside him fucking him faster and faster. Next I added a third, slowly and gently working him open and yet making him gasp, whimper and push back for more. The boy may be a virgin but my guess was he had some toys, he was taking to my fingers faster than most virgins. The next step would be the hard one, the riskiest one, but I had spent hours in the presence of this sexy young buck, my body was drowning in hormones I was desperate to take him, so horny I was beginning to lose control of myself.

Keeping my fingers working in his ass I let his cock slip from my muzzle. The pleasure from my fingers was enough that he didn't complain he just sighed as I rose to my feet. Timing and careful positioning were the key, as I used my free paw to guide my cock towards my ultimate goal.

Thrusting my fingers faster and harder I made him squeal a little, his tail quivering as his hips pushed back against me. He wanted it, he needed something inside him and I needed to be in him, it was kismet, karma, destiny. Or more really hormones, youth , opportunity and a distinct lack of moral fibre. Either way it was everything I lived for, everything I lusted after and he was so pretty, writhing on the bed his paws clawing the sheets his eyes closed as his cock drooled. I was sure he had never felt anything like the sensations I was bringing to him.

With a smooth motion my fingers were pulled from inside him and my cocktip was pushing into his ass. His eyes flew open and he looked up in shock, I was waiting for him to protest, my breath caught in my chest as he looked up at me and then closed his eyes crying out in pleasure.

A predatory grin spread across my face, I had caught my prey, he was mine to do with as I wished. Oh and I had so many wishes to go through, I had a list. As I felt my throbbing length slowly sinking into his tight warmth I purred loudly. His body clutched around my meat, as if he was desperate to pull me deeper inside. Experience told me not to just thrust away, and pound his ass like every instinct in my body was screaming at me to do.

Instead I just rocked my hips slowly making many gentle little thrusts, stretching his hole further as my thickness worked its way millimetre by millimetre inside the squirming buck. My powerful paws slid down his chest to take a powerful grip on his hips, growling softly as over half my length was nestled in his tight clenching rear.

Speeding up my little thrusts I heard him squealing softly in pleasure as my cock ground endlessly against his prostate as it worked deeper and deeper inside him. I drank in every sound, every sight and every scent. I couldn't believe how sexy he looked and being impaled on two thirds of my cock only made him sexier. Eventually I felt my hips press flush to his, the little plumpness felt even better against my hips than I had imagined.

I wriggled my hips against his, my thick meat wriggling around inside him. As he opened his eyes I leaned over him, my large paws caressing his cheeks as I pressed my lips to his. Kissing with desperate passion, my tongue hungry in his mouth, I ground my hips to his, working my cock around inside him, stretching his pucker and making him squeal a little into my mouth. I ate his pleasure moans, not letting the kiss end as I began to make little gentle thrusts working just one inch out of ten back and forth inside him, teasing his prostate and making him push back for more. Keeping the thrusts slow and making him push back to try and speed them up, letting him set the pace, I let him beg for my cock with his body.

My paws stroked down his arms and my fingers entwined with his, my thick manly digits twice the thickness of his slender ones. Still he gripped me with surprising desperate strength. My hips pulling back further with each thrust, making his ass work a little more of my fuck pole. He wriggles under me delightfully, each motion being felt on my cock, sending waves of additional pleasure through me.

Breaking the kiss I pant softly into his ear, kissing his neck and purring, "oh Kyle... oh you feel soo good, oh I want you so much... oh Kyle... Kyle." Whispering his name into his ear, letting him know how good he was making me feel, building his confidence. He is bit his lip trying to stop himself from crying out, and I knew that if I wanted him screaming my name I had to get him passed the shyness most virgins have.

Working half my length inside him I picked up the pace a little, and then suddenly I gave him an extra hard thrust. My cocktip ploughed powerfully directly into his prostate sending a jolt of pure pleasure right through his hormone soaked body, it broke the seal on his lips and he cried out loudly unable to hold back. Purring in his ear with pleasure I whispered, "oh that's it Kyle, let me hear it... don't hold back let me hear everything."

That was all he needed, my whimpering little virgin suddenly became a loud and lustful lover, each thrust earned me a deep moan and gasp. His cries were music to my ears and yet I needed something more, I was desperate to hear him scream my name, there's nothing as sweet as hearing your lover cry out your name in pure bliss, beg you for more pleasure for more cock.

Thrusting into him hard again and againfor the first time using my full length, I rammed ten inches of tiger meat slamming into a tunnel of warm quivering deer ass. Biting and nipping his neck as he cried out again and again I whispered, "that's it... mmm you like that don't you?"

Nodding his head and crying out again as the next thrust came, my huge nuts smacked off his moist taint. His entire body was thrusting back against me, his ass clenching delightfully on instinct with each thrust of my hips as if desperate to hold my maleness inside him, I licked his muzzle and whispered, "say it... let me hear your sweet voice tell me...ohhh... just how you feel."

As I spoke I gave him two extra hard and fast thrusts, ten inches of tiger cock ramming passed his prostate making him scream out loudly in pleasure. I purred knowing that the people in the rooms either side and above and below us could hear my conquest screaming out in pleasure. Then my heart skipped a beat as I heard his sweet voice say," oh...oh Dale... it feels... so good... I just...oh I'm so close."

As my ears sang I rewarded him for using my name with a series of hard thrusts right to his prostate making him squeal. "oh god...oh Dale... faster... I need you!" Oh fuck that was all I needed I let go of myself giving in to my body's basic desires. Rutting the squealing desperate cervine like a male possessed, my muzzle buried into his neck, lost in his sweet scent, the soft sensation of his body against mine.

"Oh...ohhh Dale...oh shit... Dale!" He squealed as his entire body was on fire every neuron in his mind firing, his brain soaking in endorphins as his cock was begging for release. With his paws held tightly by mine he had been unable to touch himself and that was just how I wanted it. Acting on pure instinct I was rutting faster and faster, his squeals filled the air, the bed creaked with stress and the sound of my balls slapping on his taint punctuated each powerful thrust.

Not letting up I built my thrusting faster and faster, driving him closer and closer to the edge. This time not stopping I continued to rut slamming into his prostate without mercy working his tight ass faster and faster, biting back my own orgasm, I was going to make this deer cum paws free before I gave him his first seeding.

Pressure was building inside him as with each thrust his entire body was screaming at him to cum, I could feel his paws struggling to break free as he was screaming my name over and over. I held him tightly keeping him down, lifting myself up so that not even my stomach fur touched his cock as I reamed his tight ass, filling him with pleasurable sensations he never knew he could feel.

Gritting my teeth I had to fight and surrender to my body at once, my instinct to fuck embraced and my need to cum held at bay. Looking down at him, his eyes were screwed shut, his mouth hung open, his tongue exhausted from crying out my name, his body writhing, his cock standing proud throbbing so swollen I think it had gained an extra half inch in length.

Still he didn't cum, his body needed something else, snarling with effort I gave him my all. Summoning every ounce of strength in my body I picked up the pace one more time. My muscles were screaming at me, all the endurance training I had done kept me going but I was rutting on borrowed time. Gritting my teeth like a pro I powered through holding out to the last. Just as I feared I would have to give and just stroke the kid to climax I felt something inside him give.

Suddenly I was thrusting into the tightly clenched depths of pure heaven. His entire ass massaged every inch of my maleness as he screamed out so loud people on the seventh floor would know he just came. I watched as powerful jets of cervine spunk flew over his body and mine, soaking his own face and chest. "DALE!!!"

I was so close that hearing his scream my name, so loudly his lungs probably hurt, was all I needed. With a mighty roar I thrust home one last time as my cock started to throb and I flooded his formerly virgin ass with tiger seed, grinding my hips to his as I emptied every last drop into his perfect little ass. Panting and moaning my hips continued to grind as I looked down at him. His eyes rolled back in his head, face dripping with his own spunk, his breath coming in desperate pants and his mind totally blanked from pure pleasure. Somehow in that moment he had gotten so much sexier, he made my balls ache once more and my cock throbbed as I shot a few more drops into his well flooded fuck hole.

Collapsing on top of him, our bodies getting stuck together with his spunk, I kissed his cheek and just lay there. Feeling his slender body rise and fall as he panting, the scent of our rutting filling my nose and the sound of his post orgasm moans filling my ears.

We spent the rest of the night in each others arms, I fucked him again and again until we both passed out from sheer exhaustion. The next morning I told him the truth, that I had been at the wrong wake, not about the seduction that I didn't tell him for years. He took it well, but probably because I told him in the shower halfway through our seventh good fucking. I gave him my number, my real number and address and told him if he came to visit I would be one happy tiger.

A few months later he turned up at my door, I let him inside and he never left. So maybe I am scum, I seduced a grieving son at his weakest point, but now I love him and maybe, just maybe, that makes what I did right. He certainly has no complaints, and as for me I wouldn't change a thing.

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