The Greenmount Chronicles: Chapter 19: Infidelity
#26 of The Greenmount Chronicles
The door to Scott's apartment opened. No one was home, since it was still early afternoon and Scott wouldn't be home until that evening. It was a fairly nice apartment, partly subsidized by his parents, mostly paid for with his modeling jobs. It seemed plenty of fitness magazines wanted take his picture.
Lance strode into the living room wearing what he called his "fuck me" outfit. It consisted of a tight black tank-top that was cut off above his sleek, slender white-furred abdomen, and a pair of hip-hugging jean shorts tight enough and high enough to show off the outline of his ass, and everything else he had. A pink triangle pin was on the shirt -- a symbol he was proud to wear. His white and gray fur was downy and combed, as always. That day in particular he was wearing a silver earring in his large right cat ear.
Behind him walked Leon, the lion. Leon, as always, was dressed in his expensive brand-name clothes, from his collared shirt, to his slacks and high priced shoes. Ever the high school (and soon to be college) heart-throb for the ladies, he was well-groomed, particularly his golden mane, which framed his wide shoulders and sinewy neck. Contrary to his usual confident, laid-back nature, Leon seemed a bit tense as he stepped into Scott's apartment.
"Are you... sure this is okay?" he asked, looking around and closing the door behind him.
Lance giggled. "Of course," he lied. "Scott always lets me use his apartment when he's not around." This was only half false. Scott _did_ allow him to use the apartment in his absense. But he would certainly _not_ have been okay with Lance having sex with someone -- let alone bringing them into his place.
The lion ran his fingers through his mane, smiling nervously. "Alright, kiddo, just covering my ass... I don't want to make anyone mad."
Lance leaned against the side of a blue couch, presenting his firm butt, lifting his fluffy tail, gazing at the lion seductively. "How'd you like to cover _my_ ass?"
Leon scratched the back of his head. "Well... heh... I told you I'm not gay, right?"
Lance grinned. "Only about thirty times," he said playfully. He slid a hand between the couch cushions and pulled out a modest bottle of lubricant. "But you came here to get off, right?"
Leon nodded numbly.
"Then come over here, beautiful," said the cat, unbuttoning his jeans. He slipped them down over his round, firm butt, showing off the white furry curves, and the pink spot beneath his tail, between them. His jeans fell around his supple feet and he kicked them away.
It took not much more coaxing before Leon had his pants around his knees and was pouring astroglide over his big feline shaft. He had pulled off his shirt as well, standing there with his naked, golden-furred torso rising and falling with his breathing. He poured the water-based lubricant onto his pink shaft, making it glisten in the daylight which poured in though the windows.
Lance bent over the arm of the couch, still wearing his shirt, his buttocks presented nicely for Leon.
The lion pressed his ample cock against the tight, warm pucker under the cat's tail. The hole was small, but surprisingly accomodating. It took almost no pressure for him to slip inside, into the warm, slick, tight passage. He moaned. "Ohhhhh yes," he whispered. He remembered getting a blowjob from Calvin and how wonderful that had felt. He knew that guys were good for getting really great fucking. For him there was a distinct schizm between sex and fucking. For him, fucking was sticking his cock into something until it felt good. Sex was making love to another person, much more encompassing. Sex was what he had with the girls he dated.
What he'd gotten from Calvin had been fucking. He wanted the same from Lance -- to thrust his hips, drive his shaft into the slick tunnel and give his thoughts over to a state of deep rutting. Of course this was his secret, which he only shared with those he had actually fucked.
Leon looked down at his manhood, the long tower of hard flesh jutting from between his legs. He felt a great deal of affection for his tool, the shaft which brought him so much pleasure so often. He knew it wasn't huge -- certainly no bigger than Scott's -- but it was his own, it had his scent and his golden-furred sheath. He ran his fingers over it, spreading the clear lubricant over it, enjoying the luxurious sensation of the slick handpads. He thought of it as a kind of polishing; he felt it always looked best when it was shiny like this, glistening in the light, accentuating every wet curve. This was why he had pulled out of Calvin's mouth just before he came; he wanted to see that wetness, the evidence of the dalmatian's worship of his shaft. It gave him an extra burst of sexual energy when he reached his climax... and watching his seed fire out, watching it splatter over Calvin's face and chest... that had been amazing.
Now he had another male before him, bent over, presenting a tight, firm ass, a pink pucker under his tail amid the downy white fur. He wanted to claim this, to violate its depth with his manhood. It mattered not that this was a guy -- this was fucking. This was about pleasuring himself.
He eased forward until the tip of the head of his cock pressed to the warm skin of Lance's tail hole. He pulled the cat's tail up, out of the way, so he could watch this closely. His cockhead pushed against the pucker, forcing it forward without actually penetrating. He placed his hands on Lance's buttocks, the toned curves fitting nicely in his palms. He pulled them firmly apart, and Lance moaned softly beneath him. He could imagine what the cat was feeling -- the vulnerability of being exposed, examined. "Ready, little guy?" Leon asked him softly, enjoying even the sound of his own voice over the soft whirr of the central air.
"Please," Lance purred to him. "Put it in me... I can't wait."
This made Leon shiver. He put more pressure on his shaft, feeling suddenly the welcome warmth of Lance's anus opening, sliding over his sensitivie erection. He moved forward, never pausing, watching the dark pink shaft disappear into the orifice, watching it stretch to accomodte him. It was hot and tight, gripping him, just as he loved it to be, and he moaned softly, giving Lance another inch.
"Nnnnnnn..." Lance moaned quietly, languidly. As Leon slid inside, Lance tightened himself, gripping the shaft -- he seemed to be trying to force it out, but Leon understood this was not the case, and he pushed harder, reveling in the resistance, in the added friction. Lance was truly an expert at this.
The tall lion pushed in deeper, easing inside until the tunnel of heat reached the hilt of his shaft. His hips pressed against Lance's buttocks. He was fully engulfed, and he could already feel his pleasure building from this experience. The ring of Lance's outer sphincter gripped the base of his cock tighter than the rest, and as he pulled back, watching a few inches emerge, that ring tugged on his shaft, sliding down as he retreated.
He pushed back inside, penetrating fully once again, and this time Lance moaned again, more loudly than before.
Moving completely at his own pace, Leon began to slide in and out, first feeling the cat's passage tugging at him as he pulled out, then pushing past all resistance as he eased in. He watched intently the entire time, every inch of his cock that was swallowed up inside the cat. Lance began to work with him, rocking his slender hips back and forth, responding to the lion's advances. It surprised Leon -- Lance knew exactly how to move and when to move to cooperate with him.
"H... how hard can you take it?" Leon asked him huskily.
To this Lance responded, "I want you to fuck me until you can't take it anymore."
This was Leon's permission, and from that point onward, it was all rutting. He pushed himself in and pulled out to his own rhythm, exactly how he wanted it. More than anything, he loved fucking. He loved piercing something with his cock.
From Lance's perspective, it was quite the opposite. He loved to be penetrated, used, filled up with another male's hard lust. Leon made no further inquiries about Lance's well-being. He was rough and he was aggressive, and he was getting exactly what he wanted. There was a purity to it that made the experience much more real. The lion wasn't doing this for Lance's benefit, or to show off. His only motivation was to fuck, to get pleasure, to feel good, and to bring himself to climax. Every movement, every sound, every touch from Leon was meant to move toward this goal. Every gesture was the most basic, feral expression of lust.
He felt Leon's strong hands on his hips, grabbing him roughly, and the rod which drove into him like a piston now, making him tingle and sending ripples of pleasure through his body, localized in that sensitive place inside of him.
He gripped the arm of the couch with both hands, his fingerclaws digging in, his teeth clenched... And then the phone rang. The melodic trill cut through the apartment. Leon paused, but Lanced begged him, "Don't stop."
The cat's celular phone was on the couch cushion, and he picked it up and put it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Hey," Scott said.
Lance was being pounded like a jackhammer from behind, and it was clouding his mind with ecstasy. It was also making his voice uneven, as with each inward thrust of Leon's shaft, the lion's hips banged against his butt. He sounded like he was either jumping up and down, or... well... being fucked roughly. The thumping of Leon's fucking interrupted his speech a bit.
"Hey baby, (thump) how's your (thump) day," Lance asked him, trying not to sound husky.
"Good. Gonna be late gettin' home though," said the leopard on the other side of the line. "You gonna be there?"
"Course... (thump)" Lance shivered and bit his lower lip with pleasure. "...mmm... absolutely. I (thump) miss you."
"What're you doing?" Scott asked. "You sound kinda... weird." It was more of a casual question -- no real suspicion. Scott trusted him to be faithful, and so far he'd never seen any reason to doubt.
"Just (thump) working (thump) out," Lance said, laughing a little. After all, his ass was getting a great workout. "So I can (thump) be in shape (thump) for my big (thump) sex (thump) cat."
"Yesh..." Scott said knowingly. He was in a room full of people, from the sound of it, and couldn't talk privately with Lance. Of course, if he'd had any idea the cat was being fucked by Leon, he wouldn't have been nearly so careful. "See ya tonight."
"See ya, baby," Lance said hurriedly and hit the off button on his phone. He dropped it on the couch and cried out. "FUCK (thump) you are (thump) amazing, Leon..."
The lion rocked back and forth with even greater fervor. "You and Scott together?" he asked in a low voice, strained with passion.
Lance gripped the couch and tightened his tailhole, gripping the feline cock which worked in and out. "Kinda," he breathed. "You sure he doesn't mind me doing this," asked the lion. "S'fine," Lance lied, shaking his head. He could scarcely speak, so he sighed out quickly, "He's-okay-with-it."
This was all Leon needed to hear. He kept pounding away at the cat, gripping the slender hips, looking at the cat's lithe figure, almost like a girls... and he pictured a girl, several of them. Pushing into the tight tunnel of muscle, he let his head tilt back and his jaw drop open, coming to the edge of his climax, nearly ready to fire his seed. It was perhaps one of the best fucks he'd ever had, and he was going to enjoy it to the fullest. He wanted to slow down, wanted to make it last, but he couldn't.
He shoved all the way in then, felt his balls press against Lance's, hilted in the hot gripping ass, and let go. It was rare for him to cum inside anyone, since he liked to watch it happen, but this was an exception. His rod tingled and bubbled over with his hot semen, and he fired this out, deep into Lance's body. Buried completely inside, he thrust in short, rapid strokes, crying out.
"Ghaaaaaaaa," he moaned, looking down at the cat, running his hands over the firm furry globes of Lance's rump, feeling the hot rush of liquid up his shaft.
Lance murmured, "Ohhhh... wow..."
They stayed joined like that for almost another full minute, hilted in Lance, and the cat felt Leon's seed running down the back of his balls.
Leon began to pull out, and there was that immediate resistance as Lance's passage worked to push him out. It was not audible, but they both felt the soft pop of the lion's cockhead slipping out. Lance stood up slowly, not bothering to hide his erection. His shirt didn't even cover his navel, let alone anything below it.
"Thank you, beautiful," Lance said, gazing up at Leon, who appeared dazed. "You're great, you know? It's a shame we never got to be friends--"
"Can you get me a towel?" Leon asked him. His voice was soft, but he cut off Lance's sentence.
The cat realized, of course, he was saying too much. Leon was straight, as far as he believed, and he sure didn't want a boyfriend. He'd gotten his fuck and he wanted to be out as quickly as possible. Long ago Lance would have felt rejected, but he'd been with more than enough partners to relieve that issue. He walked into the bathroom, retrieved a towel, and brought it out for the lion.
Leon used the towel to wipe himself off, and he pulled his cock back into his pants, zipping up. "I... uhh... have somew
h
ere to be," he said awkwardly. Lance grinned. "Bullshit," he said. "You're going to tell me you're not gay, and you shouldn't be here. Right?"
Leon stepped toward the door. "I..."
The cat rolled his eyes, still smiling. "You're welcome to stay, sweetie, but I understand. When the guilt wears off, you know where to find me," he said amiably. What they'd had was an exchange of pleasure, nothing more. Lance would have been happy to spend time with him and hear all his stories of high school glory, but Leon wanted none of this.
"Thanks," the lion said earnestly, and he was gone out the door without another word.
Lance walked toward the bathroom to clean himself up. That had been an amazing session, and Leon was so gorgeous. When he was done in the bathroom, he sat down elegantly on the couch, still naked, and picked up his celular phone. He dialed a number he'd been given by someone.
It rang once.
"Yeah?" came a deep masculine voice.
"It's Lance."
"Yeah." Same word, different connotation.
"We still on for next week?"
"Yeah."
"I hope you bring that big wolf roommate of yours... I'd love to have you both take me."
"Yeeeeah."
"My roommate will be out of town for the whole day."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. See you then."
"See ya, little guy."
Lance hung up the phone. Ahh, those two wrestler guys from GreenMount college. They weren't much for words, but they were huge, the wolf and the cougar, and somehow Lance had convinced them to come over in a week. Scott would be away, of course, and would know nothing of it. He made very sure of this. He cared for Scott so much, and after all, he didn't want to mess up his first monogamous relationship!
Happily he pulled on his clothes waited for Scott to come home.