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So my flight was cancelled, and after having already spent two hours on a stuffy coach sat next to a dude with bad BO I was pretty much ready to punch the next unfortunate soul who told me I couldn't have what I wanted. First world problems, right? But put yourself in my place and you'd be exactly the same.

I'd been out working on the other side of the country on the coast leading up to the Christmas months. To be fair, I'd been running myself ragged trying to avoid the question of 'do I go home for the holidays', but ultimately I could never say no to my parents. They were having all the family over for dinner on Christmas Day and I was going to be the only one out of five to say no. No way would I live that down any time soon. I was forced to make plans hastily, given that I only had a few weeks left to make any arrangements, and as it got closer I was being made to book tickets from an airport in another state, leaving me in the stupid situation of trekking miles just to fly home.

But I had been vouching on good weather... That was kinda the crux of my plans, that the weather would remain amiable until I touched down back home. However a snow storm had been steadily crawling across the country up from the southeast and I had hoped it wouldn't have reached me before I'd taken off. Sadly, as my luck would have it, I turn up at the airport and what do you see? A thick blanket of snow just covering the tarmac and lots of people mulling about, going nowhere mighty fast; there were families sitting dejectedly on their suitcases, suited people arguing with the check-in staff complaining that they had some important thing to go to that an act of the Gods couldn't stop, and the ones who were still in high spirits - probably after sneaking a couple from the duty free bars and restaurants that were sprinkled around the place. I just stood and checked the board for my flight and read that word nobody wants to see: cancelled. There was no way I was gonna make it back on time now.

I'd headed over to the local hotel, knowing I'd have to find somewhere to spend the night and then decide what to do in the morning. Maybe hitch a ride with someone, find another coach to board, something to get me home. But I was tired and put-out, lugging around a heavy suitcase of my own in freezing snow, and just hoping they'd at least have rooms still going for free.

As I clambered up the steps to the rotating doors of the hotel - some rundown place called 'Putain de vacances' that pretended to be fancy - some guy rushed past me, a tiger I think. Clearly in a rush like I was to get a room, carrying just a simple duffle bag slung over one shoulder and clothes that looked like they'd been worn for a day or two. I got to the doors after he'd already slunk inside and joined the small queue. I had a small glimmer of hope then, not too many people had had the bright idea to buckle down for the night. Although I did expect the rooms to be pricey, provided it was that time of year, but heck I'd be happy to pay it for somewhere warm to sleep and cool off after my awful day. I could feel the travel-sick headache kicking in at the back of my head, that dull, unreasonably warm throb that left a bad taste in my mouth. As I stepped into the roasting lobby, the heat hit me first from the overhead fan the hotel had installed. I was forced to stand beneath or for a couple of seconds whilst I waited for the line to shuffle forwards, resisting the urge to barf all over their already stained rug.

The line was going slow. There was only one clerk and he was taking his time searching for rooms. I couldn't hear much of the conversation, but it appeared that there was a lot of bartering going on. That didn't bode well, but I kept my resolve. I just sighed and waited, budging up a little each time the next customer had been dealt with. Though it felt like a long time, it was only a short few minutes until eventually I was next to go up to the desk. The sabre-tooth in front me had to go first though...

"Any rooms still going?" He asked, his tone more chipper than it should have been. At least he was having a better time than me, under the circumstances. Perhaps his holiday trip had been a lot more easy going than mine. The Doberman behind the desk leisurely tapped at his keyboard. There was nobody behind me, so I wouldn't feel guilty if I took the last room, just let there be two more... Please, just two more rooms which were available.

"We only have an ensuite left, a King's size bed with all the trimmings." Oh shit... No. That can't be the last room! No, they had to have more. Somewhere... maybe he'd overlooked a handful? Like someone hadn't checked in tonight and were running late? I'm sure plenty of peoples' planes must have been grounded, I can't be the only guy going without a room. The feline in front of me gave a pained sigh,

"Fuck... How much is this gonna cost?" They told him the price; another grimace and a hiss between his teeth. Clearly money was an issue for him, "Okay... fine. Just the night though, okay? And no trimmings - I can do without having to cough up for extras..."

And just like that, the only room left in the hotel was gone. As the cat filled out the forms and made his payment, he took off with his keys and headed for the lift, not caring that he'd just left me homeless for the bitter night. I rushed to the front desk, clearly with panic etched across my face, and began to try and beg with the stoic dog behind the computer. He was already prepared for me though, and met my plea with a dry, blank response to block me off,

"I'm sorry sir, we've just run out of rooms and are unavailable to book you anywhere for this evening. If you have already made a booking, please can I take your name and reference."

So that was that... I just stood there, suitcase on the floor, my helpless gaze being ignored by the Doberman as I pondered what the hell I could do. I felt so pathetic, annoyed that I'd splurged up to hundreds of dollars just to travel home when I could have saved the cash and spent Christmas in my apartment, albeit alone. Though truth be told, spending a night watching all the Christmas specials on TV would be much better than the silent judgement of relatives as that fateful question was asked of 'have you met anybody yet?' I loved them, but they hardly accepted the fact I was the only gay kid out of six children.

A small cough roused me from my moment of grim depression.

"If you need a place to sleep tonight, I'm gonna have plenty of room." It was the sabre-tooth from before. He'd come back to the front desk, pulling back the hood from his jacket so that I could see his face, melting snow droplets dripping from his whiskers. "I might be a big guy, but I definitely won't need all that room, especially for someone as small as yourself."

"Two dudes sharing a bed," I replied, "Isn't that a little gay?" He just shrugged, flashing me a toothy smile - something that was probably a common occurrence for his species,

"When in Rome!"

He didn't really wait for a reply. He recalled the elevator back down and wait for the doors to open. Was he being genuinely serious? I mean, good for him to be open to letting another man sleep beside him, but was he really going to be as cool as that? It wasn't like I had much of a choice anyway, I was just more shocked at the fact an act of kindness had actually happened to me for once.

As I scampered up to him as the lift came down, I made my bargain,

"If we do this, I'll pay for half the room. It seems only fair, considering you've already forked up a fair amount that you can't really afford."

He stepped into the small metal box that'd take us to our floor with a sly chuckle,

"Dude, don't worry about it. Consider this my way of 'buying you a drink'." Very subtle, like a caveman bashing two rocks together to make fire; still, he was a flirty sort of guy - my kind exactly. I hopped in beside him and he pressed the glossy button, the doors shifting closed.

"My name's Marshall," I announced, deciding it might be best just to change the subject. I realised as we began to ascend higher that if this cat was actually gay and was hitting on me for real, then I didn't want him getting any ideas about us sharing a room. If I liked him, sure, I could pass the time with some fooling around if he were up for it. If not, that's fine, and if he turned out to be a creep then I'd fuck off and go elsewhere. "Marshall Bell."

"Garrett Groff, at your service." He gave me a wink, "Well, hopefully that'll be the other way around." So very subtle... I wasn't really sure how to respond. I mean, I can be forward at times - you kind of have to be amongst a large family to be heard - but I'd never met anyone who was quite so crude, especially in public. Maybe he was just teasing me for the sake of it, like fucking around with a roommate. There was no way he could tell I was gay. There was no way that both of us could be gay either, forced to share a room for the night. Nobody was ever that lucky.

Fortunately, I was saved from the growing awkward moment by the ding of a bell. The lift doors slid open with a clunk and opened up onto a rather bland looking corridor. I followed by bed-mate for the night down the hall as he looked for his room number - number sixty-nine if I caught the glint on the tag correctly. It couldn't be more inappropriate, but then again that might explain his lewd behaviour. Some jock's dumb idea of a joke, I supposed, but I couldn't turn my nose up at a free room if the only thing that was unusual was the company. We came to the ill-fated numbered door and he shoved the key into the lock, giving it a firm twist. Inside you could hear the tumblers unlatch themselves until the door was unlocked, and with a flourish Garrett opened the door for me,

"After you."

Polite, but by no means does it dismiss all the other odd comments. Still, I wandered inside, my suitcase drawn behind me. Suddenly it felt lighter and my arm lifted back; as I turned around to see what the hell was happening with my luggage, I'm met with the same beaming grin as Garrett's now carrying my case,

"It's the gentlemanly thing to do." As if that explains it... I could hardly complain, the guy easily wrenched the bag from my paw before I even had a chance to protest, so now he was carrying my suitcase apparently... I didn't try to think too much on it, instead I surveyed the room. Reasonably sized, for two people definitely - it was good that our builds balanaced out between us. If we'd both been beefcakes I would have been screwed for sure, although that seemed to be Garrett's intention anyway... The décor left nothing to get excited over. The curtains were a drab beige, the carpet an off-white cream, and the bathroom was a bog standard facility with a basin, toilet, and standing shower. Not quite as luxurious as one would expect for its price, but what else would you have done? It's Christmas. Most places would be brimming full of angry passengers stuck somewhere in a hotel for the holidays like I and Garrett were.

The feline placed my suitcase on the bed, on the side furthest from the door, and then plopped his duffle bag on the other side. I couldn't help but notice that he'd allocated me the side of the bed typically given to the female of a couple. I tried not to dwell on it, but it stuck in my mind, like it was some kind of message he was trying to tell me. Though if I were to take into consideration the fact he'd been up front and blunt up until now, then this hardly seemed like anything to concern myself with. But there was always a small piece of doubt, like shrapnel, that stuck in my head...

"So you heading home for Christmas?" Garrett was speaking up as he unzipped his bag. I watched as he began to chuck out what barely seemed adequate for any sort of vacation away, "Or visiting friends or family or some shit like that?" I opened my case, carefully picking out my laptop and clothes,

"Both, actually," I paused to think, "Well, in a way it's both. My parents are having everyone round for the year. I'm the only one who lives away from our hometown." It was true, for the most part. What I neglected to mention was that I was the only kid out of six children to have moved to an entirely different state. Everyone else had stuck close to home. I'd left the moment I could, going to a faraway college and never looking back.

"Couldn't wait to get away from home, huh?" He laughed, as he dumped the rest of his belongings into a singular draw. That amazed me, that he could fit all his stuff into one portion of a set of draws... it was like he barely existed in the real world. I rolled my eyes as he smirked, knowing how close to the truth he was,

"Yeah, something like that..." Time to turn the tables, me thinks, "What about you? Visiting relatives or heading home?" His laughter died, replaced more by a dismissive bemusement,

"Not really. I ain't got a family to go back to. I'm actually moving right now for work." Shit... I just landed myself in a minefield. Dead family was never a good thing to be talking about, especially at the time of year that pretty much embodied the sense of togetherness...

"Oh, crap, I'm sorry man. Didn't mean to upset you." He gave me a nonchalant shrug, though it did nothing to reassure my feelings,

"Don't worry about it, I left them quite willingly." Oh... Still alive? That was odd, and terribly cryptic. Colour me intrigued, I just had to know more.

"They're still alive? What made you leave?" He threw his bag to the floor and kicked it under the bed with a casual swipe of one footpaw, huffing as he did so. He fixed me with a firm, yet cold look, like he was guarding far too much behind his eyes than he'd have liked to let on,

"Because they were a bunch of homophobic assholes who were keen to beat the sin out of me any way they could. When I turned eighteen, I packed a bag and just left in the middle of the night." He sighed, breaking eye contact with me, "According to my neighbours, I'd been lucky when I left. Apparently the next day some representatives from an agency dealing with people like myself with 'homosexual tendencies' came round to take me away... To think, a day longer and I would have been kidnapped without so much as a single protest... I'd thought being bi wouldn't offend them that much but... apparently I was wrong." He shivered, as if the room had suddenly got colder. It certainly felt like it. I was just... wow, like I was just dumbstruck. How the hell do you talk to someone after they tell you a story like that? A stranger, of all people, who'd kindly leant you half of their bed for the night... At least it confirmed my suspicion of him being a homosexual, even if it was through a morbid tale of rejection by one's own flesh and blood... He looked up at me and gave this defeated laugh, "Wow, sorry man, didn't mean to get all depressed on you there. Sorry about that." Sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck with one paw, his muscles flexing in his shirt, a blush forming on his face out of dreaded embarrassment. I had to ease the tension...

"No worries, I know how it feels to not be accepted, though certainly not to your extent..." His eyes snapped open, questioning me. I just shrugged, "Let's just say Mom and Dad don't quite approve of my 'lifestyle'." He gave me this knowing nod, like he understood perfectly.

"So you're gay?" I gave him a sheepish albeit cautious smile, "What are the chances?"

"I guess the cat's out the bag. Still keen to let me share the room?"

"I'm more interested in getting back to your bag." I blushed; the stupid oaf was winning me over. I couldn't let him get ahead of himself though. He had a peculiar charm to himself, but that wasn't going to get me to drop my pants and let him go to town on me.

"So you'll take the bed and I'll sleep on the floor or something?"

He jumped onto his side of the bed once I'd put my suitcase away, letting his body bounce softly as he sprung up on the mattress. He pulled off his jacket and tossed it to one side without caring for where it landed, leaving him in just a meagre vest, astonishing considering the weather. I could see now why he was a little put out for having to pay for the room - I might just slip a couple of hundred bucks into his bag when we go our separate ways tomorrow. It felt wrong to let him cover the whole extortionate cost.

"Nah, you can sleep beside me."

O...kay? I was up for it, sure, but we'd be so close to one another; wouldn't that just be awkward? We both were gay, at least I was, and sure he was an alright looking guy. I'd spent so much time dedicated to my work that I'd sorta forgotten what I looked for in a man, but he did meet the bill in some respects. He had a nice smile, a good build - even if he did look a little chubby around the gut - and he certainly was very comfortable around a man he'd only met a couple of minutes ago.

"So you're gonna let a gay man you met only minutes ago sleep beside you... on Christmas Eve, of all times?" I scratched at my inner elbow, "You aren't worried I might try something?" Garrett laughed. Not the mean kind, but it was more the bashful, humoured laugh, one that was actually somewhat warming.

"With an ass like yours, I was kinda hoping you'd try something." My jaw dropped. I was struck into silence, which he noticed with a bemused side-glance, "But relax; I ain't gonna do anything unless you want to."

So it was on me then? That was... unusual. I was never normally in this kind of predicament. My last boyfriend and I only got together because he accidentally kept receiving my mail - which later turned out to be him nicking it from the mailwoman before she had a chance to push it through my letter box. So I was more the guy to let things happen then try and instigate them. Ironic when I normally like to be the guy to take charge of my life. Garrett was essentially proposing a chance for me to just be myself, whether he realised it or not. It was all the little things...

"Garrett, do you believe in fate?" I asked quietly as I sat down on the bed, looking down at the sabre-tooth, whose fur was multi-coloured in all sorts of places - various shades of blue, red, and green, amongst other things. A bit ostentatious to the wrong person, but for me it was kinda cute. I could see why he might have done it, to make a statement. I'd have to ask at some point, maybe on a date...

"I dunno, why do you ask?" He seemed wary. Best I recover myself before I plummet into true creepy stranger stereotype that I'd so far managed to avoid.

"Because both our flights have been delayed, we've both ended up being the last two guys to try and book a room in a hotel - conveniently numbered sixty-nine of all things - and we happen to both like men." I shuffled back so that I could lean against the headboard. Garrett rolled over and cushioned his head with his bicep. A big, thick, muscular bicep... "Isn't that just a little too coincidental?" For a short while, the cat didn't respond, which roused my curiosity enough to look over and down at my roommate for the evening. That mischievous, sly grin was once again spread across his muzzle, his eyes glinting now with devious intentions. He didn't say anything, prompting me to eventual question him, "What?"

"I didn't figure out the sixty-nine bit..." He chuckled, a deep low tone, one which managed to reverberate through the whole bed. It was infectious, because I simply had to smile too. That just blew my dirty mind right out of the water... Ah well, he was cute, we were gonna be bored for the entire evening and when both of us were game why bother to say no? Not exactly the principles my parents had raised me with, but you learn to adapt away from home.

"Well..." I slurred casually, my paw reaching out and brushing over his firm chest, "When in Rome..."

He quirked an eyebrow as I began to slip off my clothes. I'd made my mind up and figured I could a hell of a lot worse for a last minute romp with a guy - in fact I'm sure I've done worse - so I had no qualms about shedding what remained of my clothing and threw them to the floor. I'd barely even stripped off myself before he'd already pulled off his vest followed by his denim jeans, leaving him in just a very plump looking jockstrap that had way more of a bulge than I was expecting. I kinda had a nervous lump in my throat when I saw, but I wasn't really deterred. Looks can be deceiving, so until I saw the genuine package I'd have to wing it.

"You really wanna do this?" He asked, suddenly giving me a worried side of himself I hadn't anticipated. I couldn't understand why, not until he dropped his jockstrap...

It was much bigger than I might have thought. Swinging between his legs was the fattest sheath I'd ever seen, accompanied by two heavy balls nestled beneath. I'd slept with a decent number of guys, so I was no stranger to seeing it all, from the smallest to the biggest, from every horse-hung stallion to every beer can thick endowment. But I could know see why Garrett was being sheepish; he was genuinely sporting some huge meat and I've been around the block enough times to know why.

"Let me guess, too big for the ladies?" I coyly smiled with a coquettish lip curl that had that 'come hither' appeal to it - it had always worked on my last couple of boyfriends, and even the occasional midnight hook up and booty call. Garrett laughed, even if it was through a little mirth,

"Yeah..." he drawled, "Would you believe a guy like me often gets left blue-balled?"

I budged up closer to him, letting my paw drop down to his groin, fingers tracing around the opening to that warm sheath. I could feel his member throbbing within, growing and swelling until it began to push out against my fingertips, its wet head reaching out to kiss my paw. Already the heat was breathing out against my grasp, sliding in between my digits until it became impossible to ignore.

"Definitely, but don't worry," I leant in close to his ear, whispering in my best seductive voice, "An ass like mine will give those fat balls of yours a release."

I swear I felt his dick literally throb painfully hard in my paw at the sound of that.

Rising up on the bed, I turned myself around so that my legs were at his head, knees bent so that I could fit at the right length. Staring me back in my face was his crotch, his thick member already dripping and begging for some attention, whilst fingers began to toy with my own underwear. I shuddered as he dug his digits in past the waistband and lifted my briefs away to let my own groin become exposed to his hot maw. I could feel his whiskers tickling my thighs as he moved closer, a rasping tongue suddenly connecting with my balls. His two big fangs scraped gently at my abdomen, him being careful not to gouge my guts, but he seemed quite comfortable and capable for what he was doing. I simply groaned softly as I parted my own lips and moved my muzzle to take in his cock. I heard - and partly felt - a heavy grunt when I wrapped those lips around the head of his member, the instant rich taste of his pre splattering against my tongue. Already I was knowing this was gonna be a stretch, taking the first few soft inches into my mouth, my jaw worked open wide as his hips bucked into my face. It was so hot... I was already beginning to peek out of my own sheath. Of course not anywhere near as large as Garrett's, but I wasn't a small guy. The big cat seemed to have no problem though with greeting my meat with a sloppy kiss, swirling his tongue around my tip to have my hips shivering from holding back the urge to bury my whole rod into his face. I think he must have had the same problem, although he was getting a little cheeky with the odd thrust forward, rocking his groin forward each time I bobbed down on his cock.

He must have been pretty big... In all honesty, I struggled to deepthroat him. Normally I was quite good at it - I had some skill which I'd managed to pick up after dating a bull for a couple of months. But Garrett seemed to be sporting something a little beyond my capability. When I finally pulled off his musky cock for breath, I got a chance to take in the majesty of what he had been blessed with. I was actually pretty amazed. It was like a log; heavy looking and with a real impression of intimidation about it. I could see why girls had squealed and turned it down so many times before. Even I was feeling a little skittish about taking that thing. Probably arm thick I'd say, at least compared to him. I could barely wrap both my paws around it, and it was about as long as my forearm too. Some people joke about how a guy might be packing something that big, particularly between friends if they were all having a pissing contest to see who had the largest gun, but I think Garrett might have been the humble winner who kept quiet right up until the end where he mutters his measurements under his breath. I just cut above eight inches, so I reckon for him he edged at over a solid twelve. Plus whilst I, as a thorough bred maned wolf, sported a swollen knot, he instead had some quite tantalising barbs. I'd been with a few felines before now, but his natural size meant that those barbs would work numerous wonders on my insides.

I felt Garrett's warm muzzle leave my cock, his spit coating my member and glistening in the light. For a moment I was confused as to what he was doing, until I felt him pull back my legs a little further, sticking his head between them. His fingers prised apart my cheeks, revealing my pucker. The brisk air had me clench involuntarily, my hole winking back at him. I heard a soft chuckle, followed by a low, dominating growl which just sent jitters down my spine. Gods, he was so hot... His tongue was already delving into my crack and seeking out to plunge further. I let oout a soft moan as I returned to suckling on his dick, each surge of blood he had rewarding me with just a little more pre to taste. I massaged his balls as he rimmed me, his tongue working its way into my hole. Fucking hell, it felt like a whole cock was being shoved down there with how thick it was. I squirmed as he speared me open, loosening me up for what was already going to have been a challenge. Perhaps he was working from experience, I don't know, but he was pretty good at what he was doing. Enough to have me yipping and grunting softly as I felt myself work open. I best do a good job on my end too to make sure we'd have an easier time fucking. I slid my tongue all over his shaft, trying to get as much slobber all over his meat. He certainly enjoyed the action, as he was practically shoving his dick into my face, rubbing the musky meat all over my face. I could feel the pre getting smeared all across my cheeks, bathing me in his scent and all but marking me as his. It was all rather intimate, had we been dating for a few weeks. Sadly we didn't have that luxury - for now at least.

"Oh baby..." I heard Garrett finally moan as he pulled his tongue from my ass with a wet slurp. I felt very empty as he withdrew, whining upon instinct, not quite realising I wanted more. I wanted to feel full, full of him, his body close to mine and filling me up... It was so intoxicating... "You got any condoms?"

I had to laugh.

"Not in your size, stud." We pulled ourselves apart from one another, just in time to catch his bashful smile.

"Yeah, I guess not..."

"Do you not have any?" It seemed an obvious enough request. Surely most guys have the sense to carry around some protection with them at all times. I know I always made sure to have a condom in my wallet, but that was for someone my length, not his. He gave me this rather embarrassed look,

"I... uh... used my last a couple of nights ago." Well, that made sense, even if it cheapened the whole experience a little... A guy like him probably didn't have much trouble catching some tail. Maybe I was just an easy lay. I will admit, I did kinda back off. It soured my mood a little to think I was just another conquest. Garrett noticed. He seemed to notice every little thing I did out of place, "It's not what you think..."

"What is it then?" I said that kinda flatly... Oops. I hadn't meant it to come out like that, but still it did. He just sighed, though it was toneless. It was hard to judge...

"I got a lift from a friend down here, and well, we got drunk and he thinks it's hilarious to see me hold open my condoms out the window to see them blow up like a giant wind sock..." He chuckled and shrugged, "Most of my friends joke about my tool... you can kinda see why."

That... actually made me feel better. So I wasn't some piece on the side. He was just a dork beneath all the charm and muscle. It was sweet really, in this bizarre quirky way. I might actually be prepared to...

"You clean?" He nodded, licking his lips. He was thinking exactly what I was thinking, "So am I."

He let out a primal growl, this deep purr that rumbled in his chest as we manoeuvred ourselves into a better position. I rolled onto my back whilst he rose up to squat on his knees, kneeling upon the bed spread as I shuffled back to give him room. His mighty cock swung between his legs in a lazy sway as I pulled my legs back, his paws reaching up to push at the backs of my thighs. Already I could feel his strength holding me down, keeping me tucked into the ball I'd found myself in as he let a wad of spit drip onto my hole. It was so dirty and sordid, but I loved it, even as his thick fingers began to work the saliva into my hole, pushing in with two digits. My ass gobbled them up with ease, being acquainted to bigger things, but he pushed my limits by sliding in a third. It wasn't difficult, but it was uncomfortable for a brief while. I just breathed slowly and focused on the goal, letting my body adjust. The pain was momentary, but the pleasure would last all night - provided that he could last all night too. Who knows when he has trouble with the girls in the sack but then plenty of luck with the guys?

He pulled his fingers from my hole gently, careful not to damage anything down there, although ultimately I think he might, and he drew my body further down the bed - closer to him, closer to the bludgeon that hung at his crotch. I bit my lip in anticipation as he took a hold of it with one paw, slapping the heavy meat against my wet entrance, the sheer mass becoming ever more apparent to me as the seconds ticked on.

"You ready?" He gave me one last look of concern and sweet worry, waiting for the green light to go ahead. I didn't trust my voice. I just nodded. But for him, that was all he needed. I let out a sharp gasp as I felt him push his fat cock head forwards, the bulbous tip pressing at my opening. Resistance built up until his strength overcame my body's natural resilience. With a lewd pop, I shuddered and held back a howl as I was impaled upon just the first of a dozen inches, the wind feeling light in my lungs. I squirmed as I desperately fought to accommodate him, trying to urge myself to calm down and adjust. Garrett did the only thing he thought best at the time; he just pushed deeper in, silencing me with a hungry kiss. His tongue filled up my mouth before I even had the chance to yell out in pain. He must have stabbed me with half his length at least, for I could feel the meat filling me up to near breaking point, every inch more swollen and ravenous than I'd ever believed. His head ground against my prostate, making my cock jump against my abdomen leaving a sticky trail of pre all down my front. His kiss kept me quiet as he slowly worked just a few inches in and out, gently thrusting until he felt like he could let me go. When he did, I gasped for air, sucking in huge breaths as though I had been suffocated for far too long. It was a tight fit, but that would only work for both our benefits in the end. It was just a shock to the system, like a bright electrocution that scored all along my nerves, sending me to the edge and back all in one flourish. I could still feel the shivers of the initial penetration still tingling along my limbs.

Garrett finally lifted himself off me, letting his weight rest against my legs to keep me held back. It gave him the perfect angle of entry, levering in all that he had to offer. It was a slow process at first, getting the second half in, but he was determined to give and I was more than happy to take. It was incredible to feel him sliding deeper still, even after going at it for what felt like half an hour. Every push forward just fed me more of that cock, leaving me feeling impaled and split open on his shaft. I could feel those barbs scraping along my inner walls, tickling my prostate, and churning up my guts into a frenzy. I just grunted and moaned along as Garrett took control, taking matters into his own paws. Eventually he was just hammering his whole rod into me, giving him the chance to take his paws away from my legs and lean further over me. He nibbled at my nape whilst my paws were free to roam across his back, drawing him closer to me with every pump. He was like a carnal beast, panting and growling and making sure I knew exactly who was in charge. I was his prey, his mate, his hole to fuck as and how he pleased. I could feel a hot ball burning in my abdomen, whether it was just the friction of his meat pulverising my depths or an oncoming orgasm, it was so hard to tell. I was just getting lost to his body. Thank the Gods I had been grounded here. Who knows, I could have been spending tonight dealing with my family's trivial and petty questions, ones they already knew the answers to, whereas here I was having the night of my life getting pounded by a hot sabre-tooth hunk who packed a massive punch.

As I soon came to realise, it'd have to be me to lose the battle first. Garrett was probably used to holding off, having rarely been fully satisfied by most men or women he'd slept with, so it was easy to guess that I'd bust my nut first. Sure, he was panting a little more raggedly than when we'd started, but I felt like my balls were screaming at me to just give up and let go already. I was writhing beneath his body, his chest pressed flush with mine, and all I could feel was him wrapped around me, filling me, encompassing me with everything he had. It was all too much. I tried to warn him, but my shouts were only coming out in meek groans and whimpers, my body trembling until it finally lost its reserve. I gave a strangled grunt as I felt my dick convulse, spurting out thick jets of cum all across my stomach. As Garrett fucked me, his body mashed against mine, smearing the jizz between our abdomens until we were both a sticky mess. I didn't think he cared, as he just kissed me once again, low growls coming from deep within his chest as his member ploughed further into my guts than I ever thought possible. My hole's clenches must have been something that set him off, as soon he was jackhammering himself into me, no rhythm or measure to his fucks, just pure instinctual desires. He wanted to get off, and he thoroughly intended to. I could only lay back and endure the last few minutes, riding on my climax that still persisted, my cock dribbling weakly as it tried to spit out more of my seed.

Finally, with one thundering roar, I felt his cock throb one last time within me. He buried himself in deep, forcing as much as he could inside my stretched rear, and bucked wildly. Suddenly I felt a flood of what could only be his seed course into my. I grunted when it hit, for it was like a punch deep inside it had that much force behind it. The flow came in far too many shots to count, enough until it began to back up and spluttered against his crotch and over my backside, leaving my ass a gloopy mess. He just breathed a sigh of content, finally relaxing as he let his orgasm wane out, filling me up to the brim and more. But Garrett didn't remove his cock from me though... he left it in there, letting the softening member simply fill me up and keep me plugged with his cum as if he intended to get me pregnant were I some woman. He rolled us onto our sides my legs circling his waist, his muzzle close to mine so he could give me butterfly kisses across my muzzle, affectionately doting upon me in our afterglow. Still his member surged, impossibly so minutes after the first rush, and I could feel the hot jizz swimming around in my gut, leaving me bloated and full. My slender frame was swollen at the abdomen, both from his monster jutting out as well as his seed filling me to an unbelievable level. I just revelled in the moment, knowing that this might just be the first of only a few chances I'd have tonight.

"So... I never asked..." He panted, nuzzling his face into mine, trunk-like arms wrapping around me in a bear-hug embrace, pulling me close, "Where were you supposed to be headed?" I just laughed, a breathless, exhausted laugh,

"Just home, to Syron. My parents own this upstate townhouse..."

Garrett gave me this peculiar look, like I'd said the strangest thing he'd ever heard.

"No kidding..." He kissed me once again, this time on the lips and with a gentle push of his tongue, goading mine to join his, "You asked if I believe in fate?" he mumbled against my lips. I nodded my head. "Well, guess where I'm headed for my new job..." I pulled away. Seriously?!

"You're shitting me!" He gave a slow shake of his head, that cheeky smile returning to his face,

"You want to catch up sometime when we're down there? Like grab a coffee, an actual drink... or we could just book another room..."

Looks like I got an early Christmas present. It didn't come wrapped up in a bow or any fancy wrapping paper, but he'd certainly managed to turn my holidays around. Now I just had to set about getting me some mistletoe...