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 Reggie was hardly in the mood to drive all the

way home. It wasn't that work had been any more 

difficult than normal, nor that the long haul home, which seemed much

longer today, was any worse than usual. No, it was because when he got back to

his apartment, it was going to be dark and joyless. Today was his birthday, and

despite the nice little party his coworkers threw for him, this puma was

feeling pretty low.Today was the day he and Marcus

were going to do it, after dating for about four months. Both of them had been

in bad relationships before, and neither one wanted to jump into anything

physical until they got to know each other a little better. But out of the

blue, Marcus left a note saying that there were things he needed to do, and

that he had to be away for a while. Reggie got that sort of thing, but did he

have to do it right before his birthday?As predicted, the apartment was

dark. He opened the door and went inside, too depressed to even open the

refrigerator and look for some leftovers to eat. He was still full from cake

and ice cream and his appetite had been barely there for that. He threw his

clothing onto the couch and flipped on the television, but after a few minutes or

mindless channel surfing he noticed something and purposefully sniffed the air.

It was a weird sort of smell. He had caught a whiff of it when he had entered,

but it didn't dawn on him that it was coming from his place. His neighbors on

both sides made all kinds of odors.But this was definitely coming from

within his apartment.He sniffed his way to the bedroom

door and flung it open. There, interspaced on the floor and numbering around a

dozen were little glass plates, and on these plates were burning candles.

Strewn between them were hundreds of rose petals. But the thing that got his

attention the fastest was the figure on the bed.Marcus was black with orange

stripes, or as some liked to say, orange with black stripes. This was normal

for him because he was a tiger after all. But this figure's fur was black on

black, like the black panthers, only with stripes instead of rosettes. He had

only ever dreamed about having such an exotic partner, much less ever

considered having one in his place. Despite his present confusion and

disappointment, he found his cock starting to rise.He hardly moved from his position

in the doorway as he surveyed the scene. This feline on his bed was a dream

come true, but yet, the scene was almost too perfect to be real. Black tigers

were extremely rare and this one was presently tied to his bed, ass in the air,

with a dark shroud securely locked over his head.There appeared to be a little card

hanging from the base of his tail, strung over that long silky appendage by a

thread. Reggie stepped gingerly between the candles to reach over and slip it

off. The tiger made nary a peep when he did. He slit open the envelope and

squinted to read the small print in the dim light.I'm

sorry I couldn't be here for your birthday like you wanted me to be. I hope this makes amends for

my inconsideration. I know it's something you dreamed about and was the least I

could do for you. Please enjoy it and know that I love you very much. You'll

have to tell me how it went I see you next."

He was reading it a second time when

his phone rang. Whoever it was could leave a message since it was likely just a

telemarketer. However, he nearly tripped trying to get to it when he heard

Marcus' voice leave a brief message. "Hey lover, I just wanted to wish you a

happy birthday! Enjoy your present!" By the time he got past the candles

again, the call was over.He was thinking that he would

rather have had Marcus on the bed than some stand-in, even one as exotic

looking as this poor fellow. He hoped this hunk of feline was getting paid a

lot for this indignity. Of course, one feline's indignity was another feline's

deepest, darkest fantasy. Reggie was now sporting a full erection, and after

not having had sex for half a year, there was no way he was going to pass this opportunity

up. Besides, this guy was secured to his bed with locked straps for which he

had no key. It seemed a waste to forego just a little sample of the wares. Whoever he was, he knew what he was

doing. From the well groomed black fur to the obviously, freshly bleached

bunghole under that extraordinary tail, to the manicured nails; this guy

screamed professional gigolo. On the bedside stand were a few toys and a big

bottle of lubricant. It was obvious that this was meant to happen, and seeing

as it was his birthday, he might as well enjoy it.He was glad that Marcus had called.

It was more obvious now that he probably wanted to have this surprise for him,

but it was an awfully expensive present. He would have been just as content

having a nice quiet evening of rolling around in the bed with him, instead of

this person, whoever he was."Excuse me." Reggie said, tapping

the fellow on the back.Nothing."Excuse me, do you have a name?"Apparently he was either asleep or

under orders to keep silent during all that was to follow. Reggie felt a tingle

pass through him from head to toe. This was exactly like in his favorite

fantasy. Oh how he was going to throw Marcus on the bed when he saw him next

and thank him personally! That was assuming he had any energy left to do it

when he was done.Since the matter of clothing had

already been inadvertently dealt with, Reggie figured that his evening, which

had started out with such deflated hopes, had now risen, like his cock, to new

heights. He was tempted to dive right in, but his deep fantasy was much more

involved. And that tight little bleached hole that stood out in stark contrast

to the dark fur. Now that - that looked absolutely delicious.He blew out a few of the candles,

not wishing to get burned in his upcoming moments of distraction, and knelt

down in front of that exquisite backside and gazed at that perfectly round

little hole. He grabbed the fellow by the hips and pressed forward, bringing

out his tongue and curling it around, licking the cinched surface of his asshole

until he forced a moan from the black tiger's lips..Reggie got a little harder.He lapped at the hole, curling his

tongue and driving it in ever deeper. He was surprised this guy was so tight.

He would have figured that even exercising his sphincter muscles wouldn't be

able to compensate for a lot of cocks ramming it back open, but it was obvious

that this guy knew his business well. It gave a person pause for thought to

wonder how much he cost per hour. Probably more than the normal working guy

could afford. Marcus had really gone out of his way to make his birthday

special.He got his paws underneath the securely

bound body and found his furry balls, massaging them until the guy's cock

stiffened up. It was long, sleek, and definitely something he would have liked

inside his own hole, but with the ways things were at present, that wasn't

going to happen.  He had no idea where

the key was to let him loose and he wasn't talking.That was too bad.He stroked the hot shaft as his

tongue worked its way into his ass. He was mildly surprised to detect the taste

of spices, and had to wonder if the guy had given himself an enema with

allspice in it. If he did, that was really kind of kinky! For that matter, now

that he was thinking about it, who had been here to tie him down? He didn't like

to think too hard on it. In the end it hardly mattered. Never look a gift tiger

in the mouth. The mouth was more useful for other

things.He persisted for the moment in

continuing to ream the guy out with his tongue. He had his paws under him

still, working his cock with increasing vigor until he could feel the guy

tighten up. A moment later the sheets were covered with white, sticky cum.Reggie stood up, quite pleased with

himself, and more than ready to do something about his own pressing needs. He

grabbed the lube, slathered his cock with it and pressed the tip of it against

the hole he had been loosening up. The supple tissue parted to accept his red meat

and closed back in around his ample girth, snugly encompassing him in a warm

embrace.He nearly shot a load right then

and there.He had almost forgotten how great

real sex was. Stroking off your own cock was little more than a safety valve

for the buildup of urges that accumulated over time. But this was the real

thing, and while it wasn't as good as it would have been with his love, it was

nonetheless wonderful. This was a fantasy come true.He worked his cock to the hilt,

pressing for a moment or two tightly against his partner's ass, reveling in the

spasmodic little contractions it was having, for dealing with a cock as big as

his was probably something a bit rare. He held perfectly till, not forcing the

issue, but enjoying the sensations his cock was extracting from the other's

body. That tight little bunghole was trying to come to grips with the recent

intrusion, and was balking at stretching out entirely.It was a wonderful feeling that he wanted

to never end.Reggie knew however that if he

where to stay like that for too long, he was going to blow just from the sheer

joy of the situation. He fought down the present need to deliver a load and

pulled back, stopping just shy of coming out, and driving his cock back in

again. With a firm grasp on his partner's hips and with a black snaking tail

tickling his chest and face, the birthday boy knew he had died and gone to

heaven.He drove it in and out with

increasing passion, for he found it was nearly impossible to hold back any

longer. He soon had the bed thumping against the wall as his efforts to satisfy

himself where quickly realized.His cock exploded inside his

partner with the fury of a hurricane, giving him both extreme pain commingled

with overwhelming sexual pleasure. It had been way too long since he had gotten

such a gratifying release.He was panting heavily, still

inside that wonderfully warm love tunnel and unwilling to move lest he slip

out. He envied the canines for their ability to knot, for a knot would have

been perfect right now. As he stood there on wobbly legs, the phone rang again.

He strained to hear the voice that came on."Hey

buddy, I hope I'm not interrupting you right now. Just wanted to wish you happy

birthday again, and I'll hopefully see you before too long. Oh and by the way,

when you are done, the key to his freedom is in the bottom of the candy dish in

the living room. I didn't want you being altruistic and setting your present

free before you got some enjoyment out of him."

"Well my friend, you heard him. I

guess you and I have plenty of time to get to know one another."Reggie began thrusting again,

working the stiffness back into his cock. The first time had been divine, but the

action had been over way too quickly. The second time was going to be heavenly,

and sure to last five times as long.During all this his partner had

remained stubbornly silent, at least as far as words were concerned. The soft moaning

he was giving out was the only auditory sign he was even alive, much less a

participant in this unusual sexual union. Reggie could only wonder what was

going through this guy's mind right now. He was left to contemplate how many

times he had gone through just what he was experiencing now. It had to be a

fairly exciting way to make a living, though hardly one that he himself would

have ever chosen.He was working away again, moving

faster and faster, savoring the feeling of his cock in that perpetually firm

hole. He was torn between thinking of this as it was; actual sex with a

stranger who met his every exotic whim, and it being sex with the guy he really

wanted it to be, who kept calling instead of actually being here.  Reggie had to drive down the notion of fantasizing

about something more mundane (if you can call it that) that he was presently experiencing.

Marcus was, after all, handsome, even if his pattern and markings made him hard

to distinguish from his peers. Some people said that one tiger looked just like

another.He closed his eyes and just let his

nerve endings decide his fate. His mind was too much in turmoil to make a clear-cut

decision as to the propriety of this, but his balls knew just what they wanted.

They ended up being the clear winner in his little morality battle.His silent partner began to grow a

little louder as time went on; letting out little moans, groans and assorted gasping

breaths as his pounding escalated to new heights. He found that for the moment,

who it was that was under him hardly mattered. When it was all said and done,

he would probably have just enough energy left to thank his lover for the

wonderful gift before passing out in well deserved exhaustion.The head of the bed was now

slamming into the wall to such an extent that there was going to need to be

repairs made to the plaster. Action this vigorous had not happened in a very

long time. Luckily for everyone involved, that wall was on the other side of

his bathroom, keeping the sound from traveling to any of his neighbors in the

building. As for the sounds coming from both participants, that was another

story entirely. Reggie was grunting like a filthy

pig fucking a sow in a back alley, not a halfway respectable blue-collar worker

in his own bedroom. His brain had shut down entirely as his body did the

thinking. His nails dug in hard into his partner's flesh as he pounded away, desperate

for another dose of relief. That sphincter was slowly knotting up tighter like

a twisted rubber band, and the longer he fucked that black tiger's ass, the

harder it became to keep his balls from exploding.He leaned back at a near-impossible

angle and slammed it home with as much force as he could muster. He almost felt

sorry for this guy, but he was probably getting paid well and so there was no

point in holding back. If it weren't for the straps holding him down, Reggie probably

would have pulled him right off the bed in his lust for some more sweet relief.When he finally came again, it was

in hot spurts that splattered the inside of this guy's colon and dripped back

down like rain. He was quivering from the overload, and only barely was able to

keep to his feet. After leaning forward against the bed and the firm black body

therein upon, Reggie finally got his wind and stood tall. With a sigh, he

pulled out and fell back on the floor."Buddy, I hope that was as good for

you as it was for me!"Again, there was no sound, but the

head nodded ever so slightly.Reggie got up, knowing he was done

for the night and went out to fetch the key. He diverted to the fridge first,

knowing a cold beer would taste good and go far to slave his parched throat. He

was surprised to see a bottle of champagne sitting there that had not been

there in the morning. The note on it said simply, For afterwards.

So he was supposed to share this

bottle with this unknown fellow still laying there all tied up? It seemed a

little weird, but then again, why not? Having a glass of bubbly with an exotic guy

like that wasn't such a bad idea. He was curious to know a little something

about him.He dug around until he found the

key and went back to the bedroom. It took him several minutes to get all of the

straps unleashed, leaving only the hood, which was also firmly in place thanks

to a lock. It was a weird get up, but he had imagined more elaborate things in

his dreams.The black tiger stretched

luxuriously on the bed, almost seeming to be tantalizing Reggie into more

action. He was all for it, if only his tired body would have complied. A full

day of work took a lot out of a person. What he wouldn't have given to have had

this happen on a weekend.He handed the key over, watching as

this fellow worked to unlock the heavy cloth covering from his head. With all

of the black, it had hardly looked incongruous at the time, but once it came

off, the handsome face thus revealed was almost familiar looking. Reggie stared

and stared, trying to place where he had seen it before.The tiger smiled and began

laughing. That was when he recognized him."Marcus? What the fuck?"His friend could hardly stop

laughing. "I'm sorry Reggie, but the look on your face is priceless. You mean

you never figured it out once?""Figured what out? How the hell can

you be in two places at once?""Oh, you mean the phone calls? That's

just a little premade electronic wizardry. I had a couple of friends get me set

up here, and then I had them make the calls with a message I recorded earlier.

I was hoping you'd be too busy to pick up."Reggie was staring him up and down.

"Are you telling me that you did all this just for my birthday?""Yep! I had to drop out of sight

for a few days or else it would have spoiled the surprise. I had my fur dyed,

and my ass bleached, my teeth cleaned and polished, and I even gave myself a

good high colonic beforehand."Reggie had tears in his eyes. "And

here I thought you were blowing me off. God, I feel terrible for thinking such

bad things about you!""Were you, you bad boy? Well, who

can blame you? I was hoping this was going to come as a total surprise!""Fuck yes it was." He was suddenly

feeling horny again, despite his fatigue.Marcus was grinning from ear to

ear. "You can really tear up a guy's back end when you're feeling emotional. Got

any more of that left in you?""That depends. Have you got any

room left in you for more of me?""For you, always and forever!"