Choose Your Own Yiff
Choose Your Own Yiff
_If you want to go up the Eiffel Tower, turn to page 98.
If you want to go down into the Metro, turn to page 72._
Jake flipped through the book's pages. He was sitting on a bench reading a choose-your-own-adventure book before the start of soccer practice: The Lost Jewels of Zanzibar. A teenage tiger, he still liked reading those kinds of books regardless.
"What'cha reading, Jake?"
Jake turned and looked around, surprised. He'd been certain wasn't anyone else in the locker room. But he'd been wrong: Tom was there was well. Tom was another player on the team; he was a gray wolf.
"Just a choose-your-own adventure."
"I don't really like those books. They're so random. Do something bad, you die. Do something good, you die hard. Do nothing and a wild animal charges out of the bushes and disembowels you anyway."
"But that's what makes it fun! You never know what's going to happen next," Jake protested. "They're also fun to write."
Tom sat down on the bench next to Jake. "Okay," he said, "how about this? If you want me to move closer, turn to page 21. If you want me to just go ahead and kiss you, turn to page 39."
Jake giggled. Were he not covered in fur, he would have been blushing beet red. This was certainly an unexpected way to come on to him.
"What?" Jake said, smiling.
"I like you," Tom replied. "You're gentle and kind and hot as hell."
Jake giggled again. It was like some fantasy coming true. "Okay, okay. Page 21."
Tom moved closer to Jake on the bench after taking the book out of the feline's paws. The wolf put an arm around Jake and snuggled up close to him. Tom licked Jake on the cheek and Jake couldn't help but smile.
"If you want me to run my paw down your chest, turn to page 55," Tom continued. "Or, if you want me to just jump to kissing you, turn to page 7."
"Umm, how about page 7. But then go right to page 55," Jake replied.
Tom slowly ran his paw down Jake's shirt. As Tom reached his friend's crotch, Tom leaned in and kissed Jake gently. Jake just moaned and let Tom do all the work for him. This was turning out to be the best adventure he'd ever chosen.
Jake put his arms around Tom and leaned back against the lockers. Tom pulled out of the kiss and reached into Jake's shorts, feeling the warmth coming from his underwear. Tom squeezed the soft bulge and Jake's cock came to life.
"If you want me to suck you off, turn to page 11. If you want me to take your shirt off, turn to page 135."
"Page 135!"
Tom tore Jake's shirt off and tossed it aside. Jake had a smooth, fuzzy chest. Tom squeezed Jake's left nipple with two of his fingers, then licked it. Jake turned and lay down, balacing himself on the narrow bench. Tom straddled the bench with both feet on the floor and leaned over Jake.
Tom pulled down Jake's underwear. Jake felt Tom's cool tongue caress his testes. Jake's long, slim cock throbbed, begging for attention.
Only when Tom was finished with Jake's balls did he move on to his cock. Tom wrapped his tongue around Jake's warm, red head. Jake moaned as Tom teased his pleasure nerves. Precum began to dribble. Tom's whiskers tickled a little.
Jake tried to thrust up into Tom's snout but Tom held him down. Tom withdrew from Jake's cock when he sensed the tiger was getting close to climax. Jake groaned with disappointment.
"Where can I go now?" Jake asked.
"How about we just turn to the next page and see what happens," Tom replied.
Before Jake could reply, Tom flipped him over so that Jake's butt was sticking up into his face. Tom climbed on top of Jake as best he could and pushed the tiger's long tail aside. Tom's cock pushed at the entrance to Jake's hole.
Tom rubbed his cock against the base of Jake's spine. Jake didn't say anything, just lay there enjoying the treatment he was getting. "If you want me to fuck you slow, turn to page 211," Tom said. "If you want me to fuck you fast, turn to page 72."
"Ohh," Jake replied quietly. "Page 211, please."
Tom pointed the head of his cock at Jake's tight hole. He slipped it in just a little, pulled back, then pushed in a little further.
"How does that feel?" Tom asked.
"It hurts, but only a little."
"Want to keep going? Turn to page-"
"Just do it, Tom."
Tom quickly shoved in the whole head of his cock. Jake gasped in pain. "Oww," he groaned.
"Still okay?"
"Keep going. Don't keep stopping."
Tom pushed into Jake a little further. He felt the tiger's warm insides clench up hard around his length. It was a tight fit. Jake didn't seem to be 'well used' but whether this was his first time or not was an open question.
"Just relax," Tom said gently. "It's hard to do this if you don't relax."
Jake's muscles unclenched just a little. Then he quickly clenched up again when Tom tried to push in a little further. Suddenly, his cock found Jake's prostate and the tiger relaxed his body, but his butt remained as tight as ever. Jake thrust his rear towards Tom to get him to go deeper.
Jake grunted loudly as Tom took the hint and pushed in even further. Now he was halfway buried in his best friend's ass. And did it feel good. Then he decided he'd had enough waiting and rammed his cock all the way into Jake.
Jake shouted from the sudden, painful sensation of being filled and bloated. But he pushed back against Tom, signaling he still wanted to go all the way. Tom began to thrust into Jake, which without lubricant wasn't easy.
After a few rough strokes, Tom blew his load into Jake, flooding his ass with semen. Once he was done, Tom reached around and began stroking Jake to bring him to orgasm as well. With Jake dribbling precum everywhere and all but begging for release. All it took was a few quick flick-of-the-wrist strokes and Jake was shooting all over the bench and tile floor.
Jake just lay there on the bench panting and purring from being fucked by Tom; he couldn't have been more pleased. Everything just felt good and his whole body seemed to tingle with pleasure. Tom looked down at the tiger lying before him and smiled. "I guess this is the beginning," he said as he put his pants back on. "Not the end."
The End
Jake leaned back in his chair looking at what he'd just typed up on the computer screen. His cock bulged in his shorts from writing smut for the past few hours. He reached down and began to stroke himself. It was time for a short break; his project was coming along just fine.
Jake pulled his semi-erect cock out of his shorts and underwear and began to stroke himself rapidly. Doing it on an office chair wasn't very comfortable, but he didn't want to tear himself away from the computer just yet.
Leaning back against his chair, Jake stroked himself quickly with one paw and used his other to finger his ass. Oh, did Jake want Tom inside him, making him feel full and whole. But no matter how much he wanted it, all Jake could have right then were the pictures he drew in his head and wrote out on the computer.
Just as he was about to climax, Jake grabbed the rag he kept by his desk. He held it over the top of his cock. Warm cum spouted out and soaked the cloth.
As he wiped his cum away and put the rag aside, Jake thought of a better idea. Turning his attention back to the computer, he deleted 'The End' from his work-in-progress. Then he replaced it with:
_If you want Jake and Tom to keep yiffing in the showers, turn to page 66.
If you want Jake and Tom to have an orgy with the rest of the soccer team, turn to page 101._
This, Jake thought, was going to be the best choose-your-own adventure story he'd ever written â€" though, truth be told, he hadn't written very many. And it wasn't even finished. He could keep choosing his own yiff forever, so long as he kept writing it. As good as he thought he writing was, Jake didn't have anyone to share it with.
But if only Tom would notice him in the locker room for once. If only something real like that could actually happen. Jake sighed. If only, if only.