Show Off
Beneath the gold letters that read "HVFD", the trenchcoat-wrapped figure pushed through the door and locked it behind him. He paused to discard his umbrella and shake the rainwater from his coat, uncoiling the long, plush length of his tail from underneath it, then walked over to the fire truck. Smiling, he rubbed a paw along its gleaming metal surface as he walked around the front, keeping his tail bobbing just off the ground. "Cur?" he called, his voice echoing in the open space. "I'm here."
"Hey, Jamie. C'mon up," a voice boomed.
The snow leopard padded across the concrete floor, leaving wet pawprints as he made his way to the spiral stair. Partway there, he stopped to caress the gleaming brass pole, and looked up through the hole in the floor.
Looking down at him, he saw the brown and white muzzle of a burly Clydesdale, standing with his hands on his hips. The snow leopard grinned and waved, and the stallion waved back down at him. "Come up," he repeated, and walked out of sight.
He met the snow leopard at the top of the stairs and returned the cat's tight hug with only a fraction of the force. "You sure you want to do this?" he said.
"I'm sure," the snow leopard said, leaning back to lick the horse between the nostrils. He ran his soft paws over the muscular back and pressed himself to the hard lines of the horse's chest. "I'm tired of hiding."
"Right, then." The Clydesdale caressed Jamie's cheek ruff, brushing the soft fur of his fetlocks over it in the way that always made the cat shiver. "I've got the webcam set up right over here." He pushed the snow leopard in front of him, past the row of lockers, guiding him to the end of the bench in the narrow room. On a table in the open space at the end of the room, a desktop computer and monitor were set up, with the monitor turned toward the lockers, and a small sphere on top of the monitor pointing toward the couple. As Curran pulled the snow leopard to a stop, Jamie could see the image of himself in the trenchcoat on the monitor screen, with the hulking figure of the Clydesdale behind him. He smirked at the camera and then looked back over his shoulder.
"You gave him the location?"
"Sure I did. Sent him home, said there weren't likely to be any fires in such a rain. Showed him the camera, told him to keep an eye and he'd see if we needed him."
Jamie looked back at the monitor, running his paws down his damp trenchcoat. His eyes slid over to a framed picture sitting on the desk, in which he was laughing with a younger, larger snow leopard. "Hallo, dahling," he said in a high, fake, movie-star voice. "And good-bye. I hope you can find someone to fuck you as good as I'm about to get fucked."
"Wanting to jump right into it, then?" the stallion said behind him, sounding amused. He reached around the snow leopard from behind and started to undo the buttons on the trenchcoat.
Jamie raised his arms and wiggled his rear end back into the horse. He wasn't tall enough to get it against the large bulge that he knew from experience was getting bigger and harder, but that was fine; the motion was enough. He curled his long tail between the stallion's legs to brush Curran's tail, and felt the brushlike tail switch back and forth against his. "Mmm," he said as his chest was exposed to the camera, fluffy whiteness showing brightly on the screen. His arms slid further back as he reached for the stallion's thick neck and ran his paws up and down it, claws brushing the soft brown mane. "You smell absolutely lovely today," he said.
Curran unbuttoned down to Jamie's waist and stopped there, his huge hands circling the snow leopard's narrow waist. He rubbed his nose between the cat's ears and inhaled, then blew a warm breath into the fur. "You smell wet," he said, and inched his paws inside the trenchcoat, rubbing his callused fingers through the soft white fur of Jamie's stomach. "But you're sure enough dry in here."
"I'm wet further down," Jamie said. "Just thinking of you makes me leak like a faucet." He pressed himself back against Curran, wriggling sinuously. "Hurry!"
"You don't want to take your time?" The hands rubbed slowly up, and then down.
"We've got a lot to do, and I'll explode if you keep touching me like that."
"Like this?" Curran moved his hands down, fingers brushing frilly lace as they passed the snow leopards waistline. "Oh, my," the Clydesdale said.
"I wore 'em especially for you," Jamie said. "Take the coat off. I want him to see."
"In a moment, in a moment." Curran rubbed the outside of the lacy panties, down the hip and around to the front, where his hand cupped a hard ridge that was indeed wet at the tip. "Now, that's not very ladylike."
Jamie giggled and then moaned, stretching his lithe body to its fullest as Curran's fingers started to rub the lacy material up and down over his stiffness. "Oh..." he panted.
"That's it," the horse breathed in his ear, the breath warm and smelling of the rich scent of oats. "Do a nice dance. Keep him in suspense."
"He knows what's under there," Jamie said, but writhed anyway, thrusting his hips forward against the stroking hand, getting his cock nice and hard. He could feel the dampness in the fabric as it rubbed against him, and the coolness was even more arousing.
"We'll show him in just a minute," Curran murmured. "Want it to be a nice big package. You know things look smaller on the screen."
"This won't." Jamie bucked up into the hand, the fingers encircling his rigid member now and stroking it through the panties. "Oh my..."
Curran let go and closed his lips over Jamie's cute little round ear. "That'll do for now. We don't want to end the show too early." He moved his fingers back to the buttons, undoing the bottom three and letting the coat fall open.
Jamie watched himself on the screen. His ivory white belly fur was tousled from the rubbing it had gotten, and below it, the pink lacy panties were distended forward by the hard, jutting angle of his erection. His pre was visible as a dark stain at the top of the tent, smeared into the delicate fabric. Back and forth he shook his hips, as Curran's hands moved the sides of the trenchcoat aside and rested on his waist. With his cock pushing the panties up, he could see his sac below the bottom fringe of lace. "Damn," he said. "Those panties are hot."
"Sure they are," Curran said, moving his hands over them again, tracing the line of Jamie's member and rubbing the tip, spreading the stain further. Jamie purred and reached up behind him, to the stallion's hips, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans. Anchoring himself there, he kept swaying back and forth as Curran stroked him through the panties, squeezing his shaft and bunching the fabric around it. The snow leopard's slender frame shivered with each stroke, until finally he gasped and turned, pressing his nose to the stallion's.
"Okay," he panted, "now it's your turn to show off."
Curran grinned down at him, his paws moving up to Jamie's shoulders to slide the trenchcoat off them. He let it fall to the floor in a heap as the snow leopard worked at the front of his jeans, unfastening them with practiced ease and sliding them down the powerful hips. Curran stepped out of them, and Jamie slid around to one side to show him off to the camera. "Look at that," the cat purred, rubbing one paw up and down the thickly muscled thighs. "You should wear tighter jeans, gorgeous."
"Not so good for working," Curran murmured, flexing his legs to make the muscles jump out under Jamie's soft paw pads.
"Oh, they'd work just fine. But I can't fault your choice of undies." The cat brought his paw to the tight white briefs and the package they were straining to contain. "Good lord." He traced the outline and watched the stallion's muscles twitch as the big Clydesdale shivered. He turned to the camera and grinned. "Did you know you've been working next to this for all those months? Look at what you've been missing out on."
"There's no audio," Curran snorted, watching the picture.
"Doesn't need any," Jamie said. "This speaks for itself." He ran his paw slowly up the long ridge, and snagged a claw in the fabric.
"Careful, there." Curran rested a hand on Jamie's shoulder, rubbing. "I've no wish to lose my manhood on the internet."
"It's just these undies," Jamie said, and grinned up at the stallion.
"Then you'd best take them off, hadn't you?"
Jamie grinned and pulled the waistband over the top of the stallion's erection, sliding it down the broad shaft and over his huge balls. "Christ," he said, "it's as big as my arm."
"Maybe you should work out more," Curran said, squeezing the cat's shoulder.
"I like my body," Jamie said, retracting his claws to rub pads up the stallion's length to the damp tip. "I just love yours. Mmm, you're as sticky as I am." He rubbed his thumb around the squarish tip, spreading the pre over the hot skin.
"You'd best be cleaning that up, then. Put that pretty mouth to work." The Clydesdale's hand pulled Jamie closer to his groin.
"If I get you ready, you have to get me ready." He turned to look up at Curran with a mischievous glint in his eye.
The Clydesdale chuckled deeply. "You still want to try?"
"There is no try," Jamie said, stroking his paw up the stallion's long, hard shaft. "There is only getting this gorgeous cock up my ass."
"All right, then. You won't hear an objection from me." Curran reached a long arm over to the locker with his name on it and brought out a brown paper bag, which he set on the bench. From it, he withdrew a bottle of clear liquid and a length of silicone, tapered with a squarish head. He held the dildo up to the camera and swung it back and forth, grinning as Jamie's eyes followed it. "Now, get that mouth to work, and I'll take care of the rest."
They turned sideways to the camera, and Jamie gave it a sly smirk before turning his attention to Curran's member. He put both paws around its base and then slowly licked up the length of it, taking his time to get to the tip. When he did, he flicked his tongue across it, lapping up the pre, then washed around it lovingly. He opened his muzzle, covered the tip, pursed his lips around it, and pulled off again.
"That's right nice," Curran said. "Just keep doing it like that." He leaned his massive chest over the busy snow leopard and ruffled his hands through the pretty spots on his back before reaching further to pull the frilly panties down. Jamie hiked his tail, letting most of the length dangle like a question mark over his slim furry rear, and Curran couldn't resist that; he had to stroke his hands over its long plushness. Glancing at the monitor was the only way he could see Jamie's shaft, hanging below his stomach as he bent over to service the horse, and Curran grinned as he watched it bob up and down in time with his hands' strokes on the long tail.
Jamie had taken him into his mouth again and kept him there for a little longer, the strokes of his tongue hot against Curran's tip, but the stallion kept his body steady as he held the cat's long tail up and drizzled the lube under it. He set the bottle aside and pressed his rough fingers right to the small entrance there, rubbing the lube all over it, sticking in one slickened finger and then another. He worked them in and out of the snow leopard's tight warmth, making Jamie purr throatily around the stallion's tip as he sucked on it full force now.
"Ah!" Curran yanked on Jamie's tail as one particular lap of the tongue caught him just right, sending sparks through his body. He checked the monitor and saw his bare arm and chest, muscles prominent above the cat's back, his hips nicely positioned, his member pushing into the snow leopard's muzzle. Jamie, he saw, was grinning, and his tongue was probing to find that spot again. Curran both did and did not want him to, but either way he knew he was going to have to hurry, so he let go of the tail and grabbed the dildo, smearing more lube generously over it.
Jamie had both paws on the Clydesdale's shaft, working them up and down as he got more and more of it into his mouth, more than Curran would have thought possible. He worked his fingers slowly out and brought the silicone head to Jamie's tight little entrance, holding it there for just a moment before pushing it in.
Jamie's whole body went still for a moment, tensely waiting as the plastic member entered him. "Mmmf," he breathed around the horse's member, and lifted his muzzle. "That feels way bigger than yours."
"It's not," Curran said, pushing it in further. "Too big for you, is it?"
"No, no," the snow leopard said hurriedly. "Just feels big."
"It is, and getting bigger. You'd best get back to work on the real thing if you want it to be ready." He pushed the dildo in another inch, making Jamie's body tighten, and then leaned forward, pushing his tip against the cat's mouth.
"All right, all right," Jamie said, and took the long shaft in again, sliding almost halfway down it. Curran watched on the monitor, shaking his head. The boy sure could swallow. He reached his free paw down under the fluffy white stomach and found his matching hardness, small, but no less tight. He wrapped his lubed hand around it and stroked, in time with the thrusts of the dildo, and soon found Jamie's muzzle matching his rhythm.
The stallion turned his head back to the monitor, enjoying the show almost as much as he was enjoying the warm, slick muzzle sliding up and down his cock. He worked the dildo out a bit and then pushed it in still further, watching the progress on the screen. He hadn't really believed Jamie would be able to take him in, but he was certainly a lot more flexible than Curran would have thought from all the groping he'd done of that tight rear. His paw tightened on the hard, dangling cathood as he pulled the dildo out and worked it back in.
"Mmmf!!" Jamie stopped him not too long after that, wriggling away from the strokes of his paw and pulling off his shaft to look at the screen and then up at the stallion. "Don't get me off yet, Cur," he panted. "You can pull that out now. I'm ready for the main event."
"A'right, then," the Clydesdale said, squirming a little himself as Jamie kept working his paws up and down his now-slick shaft. "Smile for the camera."
He turned the snow leopard to face the camera, positioning him so that his frame was easily visible on either side of the cat's fluffy, spotted sides. With both arms, he circled Jamie's hips, lifting the cat's slender body up and holding him off the ground as Curran sat himself down on the end of the bench, facing the camera himself. He set Jamie down in his lap, straddling his erection, taking a moment to note how good his arms looked on the monitor before letting the snow leopard go. His lubed hand came around to grasp the snow leopard's shaft and his own together, stroking them up and down in a lazy, slow motion, and his other hand slowly worked the dildo out of the cat's rear, making sure every inch showed on the screen. "Looka that," he said to the camera. "Who'd have thought you could bury such a big cock in such a little kitty?"
"I have hidden depths," Jamie giggled, and then jumped and arched his back as the large head popped out of his rear. "Oh, god," he panted.
By now, Curran was tense too, his shaft aching for release, and he was having trouble keeping his hand's strokes slow. "All right, kitty, on you go," he said, letting the dildo drop to the floor and lifting Jamie's rear with one hand.
"Oh, yeah." They both watched themselves on the screen, positioning themselves that way, Jamie with one knee on the horse's massive leg and one paw on the floor, Curran moving his member to sit directly under the snow leopard's rear. Jamie lowered himself slowly and wriggled as he felt the pressure on his stretched entrance, then pushed down harder and gasped as the large square tip entered him. "Oh," he moaned, "that's even bigger."
"You asked for it," Curran said, pinning the cat to his chest with one arm and letting gravity push him further into the tight warmth. "But by the saints, if I'd known how hot and tight you are, I'd have asked for it too."
"We should've done this...a long time ago..." Jamie squirmed. "We'll have lots of time...from now on..."
"You bet," the Clydesdale said, easing his hips back and forth, unable to get much room to thrust. He brought his hand back to Jamie's trembling shaft and gave it a few more strokes.
"Not too fast," Jamie whimpered. "I could go off any second..."
"Not without me, you won't," Curran murmured back to him, lifting him up and dropping him back down. Jamie closed his eyes at the feel of the huge member pushing into him, so far that it felt like it was poking him in the stomach. Every movement was ecstasy, his rear stretched as wide as he could remember it being, every nerve sparking as the shaft slid past it. He stared at the monitor, watching the horse thrust up into him, and it seemed unreal that the little cock on the screen was the same immense force he felt inside him. He wanted it to last forever, and he couldn't wait for his climax to come. It was going to be a good, strong one, better than he'd had with Trey in a long time, he knew.
Curran grunted behind him, his breath warm on Jamie's shoulder. "Ah, yeah," he said, his arm squeezing the cat. "Here we go. Here we go." He was holding Jamie up, leaning back and just pushing his hips up into the snow leopard as they both watched his cock vanish into the white fur almost all the way to its base, slide back out, and push up in again. Jamie wound his tail tightly back around the stallion's barrel chest and pressed back into the hard body, writhing against it. The Clydesdale started pumping Jamie's shaft faster to match his quick thrusts, and as Jamie shuddered and squirmed and mewled in rushes of dazzling pleasure, Curran moaned and huffed behind him in short words. "Ah, yeah, yeah, that's it, that's it, ah, ah, ah, unhh!!"
There was a little pain as he slammed his hips all the way up into Jamie, but the snow leopard barely noticed, hanging from the horse's iron-hard arm and yowling in his own rush of climax. His paws scrabbled at the floor, reflexively trying to find purchase even though the tingle of being suspended was so good. He saw a jet of his seed arc through the air and land a couple feet short of the screen, saw another shoot almost as far, and then he was just pumping his juices out onto Curran's hand and fetlock, sagging back to rest against the horse's warm body.
"That was quite a show," Curran panted. "Pretty little cat."
"Huge gorgeous stud," Jamie said, and before he could ask Curran to maybe take a couple inches out of him, the horse was pushing him off his lap.
"Go on and clean up," the stallion said. "I'll clean up here and take the shower when you're done."
"Okay," Jamie said, standing up and flexing his legs. He turned to admire the stallion's body, and under his eyes, Curran grinned and flexed, making the ridges of his muscles stand out and his flagging cock jump up briefly. Jamie just shook his head. "I can't believe he didn't come on to you all that time."
"Well, his loss," Curran said, and stood himself, towering over the smaller cat. "Now let's drop the curtain." He stepped around the desk to the computer, and Jamie saw the image on the screen disappear as he walked around back to the bathroom and shower.
Jamie was already starting to feel sore by the time he got home, but it was the good kind of sore, the kind that made him remember the evening's debauchery. Wish we'd thought to record that session, he thought, but then reminded himself that there would be plenty in the future.
He hadn't gone straight home. He'd stopped to grab dinner at his favorite little bistro, where he'd made a show of fidgeting in his seat until Travis, the lanky otter who was waiting on him, said, "Looks like it's already been a good evening," and winked at him, and Jamie could grin and wink back. It had been that way with Trey in the beginning, that kind of lay where he wanted to tell everyone he ran into, I just got the most beautiful guy to take me in his muzzle as I was taking him up the chimney! Now he wished he could show everyone a picture of Curran reclining naked on the bench, fetlocks draped over his wrists, flexing his chest just because he could. Instead, he settled for ordering a cosmo and a light pasta dinner and dropping hints to Travis.
By the time he'd finished dinner, he'd hoped Trey would have packed up and found somewhere else to spend the night. He hated scenes, and when he broke up with someone, he wanted it to be as clean as that: no tearful good-bye, no wondering what he'd done wrong, no plucking at Jamie's too-tender heartstrings. He'd gotten Trey on the rebound, and had spent two years trying to improve him, to no avail. It would be easier this way.
Sure enough, when he got back to his little apartment, the first thing he noticed was that Trey's calendar was gone from the wall, the Playcat "Firemen" pinup one. Shame. He'd miss that. He dropped his keys on the counter and looked around for the inevitable note.
There it was, propped up next to the computer, of course. He picked up the envelope and tossed it aside. He'd read it later. No doubt it was full of the usual "how could you" and "I thought we had something special" and other things he would rather read when he had a few more drinks in him.
The monitor flickered to life. When he'd tossed the letter, it had hit the computer mouse, and the screen, which had turned off to save power, woke up. Jamie paused to look at it, and of course, it was still on the webcam at the fire station, and there was Curran, showing off for him again. He grinned--and then his grin vanished.
Into the frame came another horse, a nicely muscled black Friesian with a long flowing mane, thick fetlocks, and a very hard erection bobbing between his legs. As Jamie watched, he bent over in front of the Clydesdale, and the two of them proceeded to go at it, Curran ramming his shaft into the smaller horse, who was arching his neck with a pleasure that Jamie still felt echoes of under his own tail.
He watched, mesmerized, as the horses bucked and thrust together, the hands that had so recently held him and stroked him now moving over the sleek black coat of the Friesian. It seemed forever before Curran lifted his head and slammed forward, and his black mate twisted under him, spilling puddles of white onto the floor.
"He's mine, you bitch," Jamie heard himself say, despite the images on the screen. The white rectangle of the letter caught his eye again, and he found himself imagining how Trey must have felt, standing and watching his boyfriend get it from someone else. He snatched the letter up and tore it open. Maybe he could still get Trey back.
Jamie,
I'll be gone when you get this, and I've made arrangements to leave the city. I doubt I'll ever see you again, and I can't say I'm upset about that.
Curran says you've been hitting on him for the past three months and that you've blown him pretty regularly lately. I didn't want to believe him, because he is kind of full of himself, so he set up this webcam so I could see for myself. I guess I'll know in another hour whether or not he's lying, but thinking back on the last few months, I don't think I need his proof. I've been fooling myself that things were okay, when they clearly weren't. I know you apologized for that time with Sean, and I'd forgotten it, but now it makes me wonder how many more there were. We both want different things, I guess; at least, you do. I just wanted one.
So I'll go look for it somewhere else. Curran's looking forward to getting under your tail tonight, he says. And he says after that he'll be making sure you know it's over with him, too, as a favor to me. Turn on the monitor around nine tonight if you want to know what he means.
I hope you find what you're looking for somewhere, Jamie. Take care.
Trey
The letter dropped from his fingers and fell to the floor. On the screen in front of him, the brown and black horses were entwined in each other's arms, nuzzling warmly, and the Clydesdale was looking directly at the camera. Jamie turned off the monitor, numb, and stared at the blackness below the image for a long, long time.