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Afterglow

Ocean Tigrox

I shouldn't be here.

Even though the luxurious black leather couch was soft enough to sleep on, it still felt like sitting on a bed of nails. I sat as still as I could, worried about how badly my white and grey fur would show up if I shed on the furniture. I focused instead on the large floor to ceiling windows showing off a beautiful view of Lake Ontario at night, the city lights of Toronto illuminating the bay.

"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to get home so late, but one client thought it would be a good idea to have a last minute meeting." Aaron stepped back into the open living, wearing a pair of beige cargo shorts and slipping a tight dark blue tee over his black-furred chest. "Who makes a meeting after four o'clock on a Friday?"

I wasn't sure if the fact Aaron was a cat made things more awkward or more exotic. Then again, I still wasn't sure what I was doing here. No, that's not true. I was here to try something new, something I always wanted to try. I just wasn't sure why I was going through with it.

"Heh," I forced a laugh. "It's okay. We've all been there."

"Still, seeing a charming husky waiting at the building entrance certainly cheered me up quickly." Aaron grinned, letting his tail brush against my legs as he walked past me.

I shied away and didn't answer, straightening out my pants with my paws instead.

Cats. They always love to tease. It's not like I hadn't flirted with felines in my younger days. They love to use their tail to test the waters of physical touch. I wouldn't be surprised if later Aaron started grooming his paws in that seductive way all felines seem to do. Still, this was different; I've never had a tomcat use those moves on me.

He called out from the kitchen, "The guys didn't give you the third degree and nag you for skipping poker tonight?"

Shit. I completely forgot about messaging Tyler and the others about poker. I slid my phone out of my pocket, hoping I'd be able to text them before they figured out I wasn't there.

"Ha, ha, yeah. I got a big round of boos for saying I wouldn't be able to make it tonight. They just called me out, saying I'm embarrassed of how I fold too easily."

A press of the power button and the screen flashed on to show I had already missed a message from Tyler. A quick swipe and the message showed up.

Hey Colton, we're about to start. Where are you?

I typed back, Sorry, something came up last minute. Can't make it tonight. I'll explain later. That should be enough. Hopefully he wouldn't ask any follow up questions. Tomorrow I'd think up some excuse for why I couldn't make it. I pressed send and slid the phone back into my pocket as Aaron came back with a bowl of chips.

"Well, hope they don't mind me stealing you for a night, eh?" He sat down next to me and fetched a few chips from the bowl.

"Yeah, hopefully." They're not the people I was worried about.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "So, how was your day?"

"Just another boring day at the office." I smiled and looked down. Aaron's black tail was at it again, flicking softly against my leg. My tail curl sat on the sofa beside me, flat, frozen like my posture. "Had some long talks with our suppliers that made it a T.G.I.F day, ya know? Meetings and paperwork that just generate more meetings and paperwork."

Aaron nodded, popping a few chips in his muzzle and looking me over. I hadn't had a bite to eat all afternoon. We usually ordered in for poker nights and I came straight here from work. The bowl of chips might as well have been a pedestal of edible gold, but the knot in my stomach said it was closed for business. The cat's ears flicked and his tongue slipped out to lick any leftover salt off his dark muzzle. Feline tongues, just the way they twist and flick to reach every nook and--

"Are you okay?"

I blinked, shaken from my daze over the cat's tongue. "Of course, just...de-stressing after a long work day."

"You look a little tense."

He reached over and pet down the raised hackles on my neck. My fur spiked at his touch, but with a nervous sigh, I calmed myself back down.

"Would you like a drink?" he offered.

"That..." His strokes actually felt quite nice and my tail thumped against the couch for the first time that night. The worry and anxiety in my mind softened. "Actually, yes, please. I could really use one."

With a pat on my neck, he shot me a smile and returned to the kitchen. I took a deep breath and popped a chip into my mouth, reminding myself that nothing had to happen tonight if I didn't want it to.

"Looks like Zeke drank me out of all my beer last time he was here," my host called out. "Not sure if you're the type but I've got a lovely Merlot from the 13th Street winery. I've been dying to crack open. Care for a glass of that?"

Craning my head back, I saw him shaking a dark bottle at me. "Should be fine. Sounds lovely." I wasn't really a wine drinker, but red wine always seemed to hit me hard, something I needed right about now.

A pop sounded from the kitchen and Aaron padded back with all the grace of his feline charms, freshly-opened bottle and two glasses in hand. He placed them down next to the chips and returned to his seat beside me. Filling one of the glasses, he offered it to me before pouring himself a drink.

"To a relaxing night." He held his glass up. "Cheers!"

"Cheers." I gave a half smile, and we clinked glasses.

I leaned in to smell the fragrant bouquet: raspberries, blackberries, and possibly some plum. A wine expert I am not but I follow through with the motions to try and act like I know what I'm doing. I attempted to swirl the crimson liquid around but Aaron left little room in the glass to do so. With a shrug, I took a sip letting the flavours run over my tongue and down my throat. Not bad. I took a second sip, one that was really more a large gulp than sip.

Looking over, I caught Aaron staring at me. His ears flicked back and he looked away, taking his own sip of wine.

"It's quite good," I said.

"Yeah?" One of his ears flicked forward, his eyes turning back to me.

I nodded and took another sip to prove my point. "As someone who doesn't like wine, I'd probably pick up some of this. Bring a bottle next time you come to poker night. You really should come out more."

He chuckled and I felt that tail tip flicking against my ankle again. "We'll see. I don't think I enjoy poker nights as much as you, Tyler and the rest."

"What? After a long hard day of gambling other people's money, you're not comfortable gambling your own?" We always teased him about that. Aaron did a great job as an investment broker. Probably made more money than us combined, but he knew how to save it too. "Or are you too scared that tail of yours is too much of a giveaway?"

His tail retracted from its coil around my leg. "Hey now, like that thump-thump we hear from you anytime you got pocket rockets ain't a big enough sign already?"

Flashing a toothy grin, I shot back, "Maybe I've trained myself to thump anytime I'm dealt the hammer. This dog can still learn a few tricks." I snapped up a few more chips, enjoying their salt on my lips, and washed it down with another swig of wine.

"Maybe I'll just have to see what tricks a cute husky can teach me." Aaron chuckled and slinked closer on the couch, resting a paw on my thigh.

The knot returned to my stomach. I swallowed, looked at his hand and then up to him, just offering a weak smile and a slow nod. His ears flicked back and he retracted his paw. Looking away, I raised the wine glass to my lips and took another gulp. I swished the liquid around my gums and swallowed. Be brave. This is what I wanted, right?

I gave him a real smile this time and rested a reaffirming paw on his knee, right where his leg met his shorts. His fur was soft, not as thick as my coat, but it had a silky flair to it. Guiding my paw across, I stroked his fur. It felt nice, like petting a cloud. Cats always took extra care with their grooming. Wouldn't be surprised if Aaron used some European conditioner or something else imported. He glowed and watched, very patiently, happy to see I was starting to relax a bit.

Perhaps it was the empty stomach, or just that I wasn't used to wine, but I could already feel the effect of it helping calm me down. Just needed that liquid courage to kick in a bit faster now.

My nervousness might as well have been painted on my forehead or Aaron was really good at boundaries, but that cat seemed to be able to read me well. His paw didn't return but he let mine linger on his leg. Instead, he struck up more light conversation.

"Riders'll be back in town next week. You free? I should be able to get the office's seats again." He gave one of those sly feline grins. "If you don't mind some green sitting next to that blue, cheering in your ears while we kick the Argo's asses."

You could tell why Aaron was so good at his job. He was able to find something in someone and just flesh it out with small talk and conversation to get to know them better. For us it had been football. He was a boy from a small-town in Saskatchewan called Biggar. "New York is big, but this is Biggar!" was their slogan. And being from Sask meant Rider pride was in his blood. When he moved out east to attend university, it never left. One of the rare nights he made it out to poker, he wore his Rider's jersey. A few heckling comments later and we hit it off

"Ha! Your new starting quarterback couldn't toss me the ball even if we were sitting behind their bench at the game!"

"Oh please, your defensive line couldn't hold back a kitten with a beach ball. We're going to bowl you over at next week's game."

"I'd ask if you wanna make a bet but I already know how scared you are of gambling." Bringing my glass up, I tried to take another sip but realized it was empty. Had I already drank it all?

Aaron shook the wine bottle. "So that's a yes to going to the game next week?"

"Hard to turn down an offer like that." I held out my glass and he filled it half full this time. Of course it would be football that relaxes me tonight, it was football that stuck me in this situation.

He poured himself some more wine and swirled it around. "Feeling a bit more relaxed?"

"Yeah." My head sloshed a bit, not in a disorientating way, but more like relaxing on the waves of the ocean as they rose and fell. "Feeling better for sure."

"I'm glad." His paw returned to my thigh.

This time my stomach didn't seem to care. His paw was warm and inviting. Placing mine on top, I gave it a gentle squeeze. It seemed to make him happy since his tail curled around its new home, my ankle.

He looked in my eyes with serious concern. "Just tell me if you're not comfortable with anything. We won't do anything you don't want to and can stop at any time. This night is for you."

"Thanks." I gave his paw another squeeze, the wine pushing any regret and second thoughts further away from my mind. "I'm having...fun. Really. I want to be here."

Aaron flicked his ears and nodded. He seemed to see the truth in my eyes but there was something else I smelled. Uncertainty? Fear? Maybe that was me and not him. Either way, he continued to test the waters, his silky black paw now stroking my leg.

The wine encouraged me, and I didn't pull away. It felt nice, a soothing gesture of appreciation. I tried to make my own move and reached my arm around, laying it over his shoulders and tugging him a bit closer. The combination of alcohol inside and a close cat outside warmed my body. My tail returned to thumping against the couch.

He took another step further, sliding his paw lower to knead at my inner thighs. Tilting my head down for a better look, he blocked my view, resting his head on my chest. Aaron was quite comfy though, nuzzling my button-up shirt while he traced patterns along my thigh. It only felt natural to start rubbing his back. He must have liked it since his tail started swishing back and forth at my touch. The wine whispered in my ear, and I wanted to pet the lovely kitty in my lap. I took it a step further and slipped my paw under his shirt to stroke the silky field of fur on the small of his back. Aaron arched at my touch and purred; a happy kitty in my lap made the evening much more comforting.

Aaron's paw slipped up and cupped the bulge in my pants. My breath caught in my throat and I froze, unsure how to act. I should have expected that move but it still caught me off guard. His nuzzling stopped, and his ear pressed against my chest. Did it feel wrong? Not really, it felt good. Between my legs definitely liked it. I realized he was still waiting for some sort of confirmation so I returned to rubbing his back. Aaron heartily returned to stroking between my legs, massaging the arousal in my briefs.

This feels nice, I thought. I wasn't sure why I had feared his touch. Did I think it was going to be painful? Or feel terribly awkward? He just wanted me to be relaxed and have a good time.

With a happy sigh, I leaned back for the first time that evening. As my pants constricted, I shuffled my hips, granting them some extra room while juggling the busy cat on my lap. Aaron stopped and sat up. My ears fell back.

Aaron paid me no attention, as if we hadn't just been snuggling intimately on the couch. He picked up his wine and took a sip, then grabbed a pawful of chips. With a smile on his face, his tail flicking, he popped them in his muzzle one at a time, crunching happily.

I blinked. Did I miss something? Picking up my wine glass, I looked it over. Was I seeing straight? I took another sip anyways; it was helping regardless. My doubts about tonight were lost between the tipsy faltering and the lust between my legs.

I bit my lip, unsure what to ask as Aaron ate the last chip. He caught my eye and grinned, locking our gaze. His paw reached up to his lips and as they cracked open. That slick tongue slipped out and began dancing between his fingers, catching every grain of salt in his fur. I wanted to burst out laughing; he was actually trying that corny move on me. The tease, the pause, the confusion, just to catch me off guard. There was only one problem: it was working.

My body ached for that tongue. My thighs grinded together as I chewed on my lip, thinking about what that tongue could do. The way it wrapped around each finger and dragged itself through his fur, not missing an inch. His eyes stared into mine, unmoving, but his ears still flicked excitedly.

I tried to break the spell. I took another sip of wine, but missed my muzzle, red liquid dribbling down my chin. Damn distractive cat. Aaron snapped into action. Arching up, he quickly lapped at my lip, licking up the droplets before they stained my fur. Caught off guard to the whole scenario, I leaned in, only to meet his muzzle with mine.

It was a natural reaction to press against his inviting lips. My ears fell. My eyes half shut. My fur rippled and relaxed. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close as that slinky cat tongue rubbed against my muzzle looking for an opening. Inviting him in, his rough tongue slid against mine and tickled my gums. I had a small surge of envy for not having a tongue like his. Mine, big and sloppy, just lapped against his.

Enjoying the wet and warm display of affection in my muzzle, I didn't notice the paw sliding up my leg returning to the large bulge between my thighs. The rubbing continued, forcing a gasp from throat. My member escaped its sheath and brushed against the fabric of my underwear. Aaron didn't miss a beat. Keeping his muzzle pressed against mine, his dexterous paw flicked open the button and pushed down the zipper of my khakis. I felt the fresh air on my crotch as he slid his paw underneath the waistline of my briefs and massaged me further.

Were we going too fast? This is what I wanted after all though, right? My mind raced to find logical arguments against the wave of emotions and feelings. We just had our first kiss. Should his hand be in my pants already? It felt so good, like discovering a new favourite food. His silky paws brushing and gripping, I couldn't resist further and my sheath fell fully away, allowing every inch to be open for more. My mind fought but the body pressed on, this new experience as fascinating as it was arousing.

Pulling my pants further down enough to be satisfied, his free paw slipped a few buttons free and slid under my shirt to caress the fluff on my stomach. Deciding I wanted to share back, and lusting over that black oasis of silk, I beat him to the punch and tugged at his shirt. He welcomed the participation and paused long enough for me to remove that tight tee he had just put on earlier, discarding it on the floor.

"I'm glad the pup's becoming playful," Aaron chimed, ears flicking with happiness. "Everything okay so far?"

I didn't answer immediately. Instead, I ran my paws through his chest fur, feeling the tight toned skin underneath. "I'm having a lovely time with a very lovely guy." My tail agreed, thumping along on the seat. It didn't even bother me that I just verbally declared a guy attractive.

"Are you happy with this? Or should I..." He paused, curling his paw around my length again. "Continue?"

I bit my lip. Was this enough for one night? This was already more than I had expected. We had mentioned it was just a night to test the waters. Just the premise of a nice chat and maybe some snuggling. If things became more physical, that was fine, but only if I allowed it. There were no expectations, no promises. Just a safe place to enjoy and maybe try something new. I could stop here happy.

But my body craved more. Lack of another's intimate touch coaxed me further. It wanted to see how enjoyable this could be. It wanted release.

I looked for my conscience, a devil's advocate to my body's urges. Instead I found my wine glass empty. Aaron blinked at me, his paw slowly pulling back from between my legs. I needed to make up my mind.

I smiled and leaned in to place a small kiss on his muzzle. "Like I said, I'm having a great time. I'm enjoying where this is going so far."

Aaron didn't say anything, but his tail curling around my leg told me he was enjoying himself as well. I wondered if it was because I was new to being with a guy, or if Aaron was just being a feline with a new toy. Either way, he wanted more, and I was happy to offer it. He unbuttoned more of my shirt so he could nip and nuzzle at the white fur on my chest. I chuckled at the tickling sensation that sent shivers down to groin. My fingers clawed down his back and up again as he nipped lower and lower.

I wasn't thinking about it, just enjoying the tickling until his tongue darted out and licked up the side of my cock. I gasped, my hips shifting at the sensation. He curled his tongue around me, the stubbly surface running up and down my sticky length. Aaron's paw found my balls and cupped them, rolling them around in his palm. His tongue dragged my cock closer into his muzzle, taking me slowly, teasing, always a feline. I growled low in my throat, stroking his head and rubbing his ears.

His head continued to bob up and down while I moaned and ripples raced through my fur. My hips wriggled and arched up with each suck, wanting more. A whine sounded through the air, pleading to continue, my ears picking up that it was coming from me. I never knew a tomcat could make me feel just as good as being with a woman. I wanted more. I wanted him. I wanted to please him.

Aaron's paw clawed against my inner thighs and slipped lower, sliding a digit between my cheeks. His sucking slowed; he was testing the waters again. A thumb rubbed against my hole. I wriggled my reply. Aaron responded, pressing his finger against my opening, not thrusting in but massaging the opening.

All I could do was pant. My tongue hung from my muzzle. My paws dug deep in the fur of his shadowy shoulders. My tail pressed against him in a futile attempt to keep from thumping. Aaron didn't stop and kept his tempo strong and steady. The growls in my throat lowered, myself growing closer to climax.

Aaron slowed and pulled back. He removed his muzzle but left his paw to stroke slowly and keep me at attention.

"Are you happy here?" He licked his lips and groomed his free paw. "Or would you like to lay down on the bed?"

Of course I was happy here. I didn't want to go home ever. I rolled my hips, sad his mouth had left, his paw still keeping me busy but not satisfied. Aaron was lovely. He was going to take care of me either way -- leave me with a happy night. He just wanted to know how far I wanted to experiment.

"Do--" I swallowed. "Do you have protection?"

Aaron placed a comforting paw on my bare thigh. "Of course."

I took a deep breath. "I... I wouldn't mind laying down."

He nodded and stood up, offering a hand to help me from the couch. I rose up and nearly toppled over, my legs having turned to rubber. Aaron grabbing me at the last moment to hold me still. Guess that wine had a stronger hold on my than I thought. Or maybe it was all that magic that cat had done to me.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Aaron cupped my cheek, eyes searching through mine. "It's not the wine talking?"

"Yes, sorry." My ears fell flat as I tried to stand still. It isn't just the wine, I told myself. "Really, I do want to be here. I want to be here with you." I squeezed his paw. "This is all new and kind of scary, but I'm having fun, and-and... I'm really enjoying playing with you." I mumbled, embarrassed.

"All right. I just want to make sure I'm not hurting you or doing anything you'll regret."

"I know." I nodded. "You're being incredibly sweet. Thank you." My tail wagged behind me, ready for the next step. "Now, about that bed?"

I kicked off the pants around my ankles, and Aaron took my hand, guiding me into his bedroom. I knew he was a Riders fan before, but I hadn't known how deep his blood ran green. Two framed jerseys hung on the wall. A bookcase by his bed held some pictures and a framed signed ball. I walked over and looked at the label of the case.

My eyes went wide. "You got one of the game balls from Riders-Ti-cat's Grey Cup game in '89? I knew you were a big fan, but I didn't realize how much."

"Heh, yeah, I won that in a sports auction last year. I remember watching the game with my dad on our old fuzzy color TV. Watching the Riders take the cup has always been one of my best childhood memories. Dad might not be around anymore, but we always had football to talk about." Aaron's tail lazily swung behind him.

"Well." I shuffled up behind him and stroked a paw down his back. "At least it brought us together."

It was true. We met at poker, but it wasn't until those football games that I really got to know Aaron. Anytime the Riders were in town, he always invited me to join him. He went all out at the games too. Even getting putting on the green fur dye and the watermelon hat.

Sharing a blanket and a hot chocolate, I warmed up to him quickly. An offhand comment about how good one of the players looked and before I knew it, I was opening up to Aaron about my secret about wanting to experiment with a guy. It had taken a lot of coaxing and discussions and encouragement, but I figured it was worth having the guys nag me for missing a poker night to explore something that I'd shoved deep down inside me.

"You're right. I wouldn't be having this wonderful night otherwise." He nuzzled my cheek. "But enough about me."

He squeezed my member, reminding me why I was standing naked in his bedroom. Aaron still had his shorts on, making me feel awkward being the only one in just his fur. I licked my lips and fiddled with the button to his shorts. He leaned in a bit, and when I finally loosened their hold on him, he shook his hips to let them fall to the floor. Hooking a claw under the waistband of his boxers, I tugged them lower, past his hanging manhood.

His penis hung there as his boxers joined his shorts on the floor. I rubbed my lips together observing it, noticing the different shape and size from a canine cock. Looking up to Aaron, he nodded and wriggled his hips a little, inviting me in. I gave him a squeeze, enjoying the foreign yet familiar feeling of having a cock in my paw. I could feel his pulse in my palm, hot and growing. Aaron purred as I moved my hand up and down.

After a few moments of stroking him, Aaron stepped back and guided me toward the bed. "All warmed up, thanks, pup."

With a soft kiss, he pushed me to the bed, legs dangling over the edge. He gave my belly a few hearty scratches before turning to the night stand. I heard him remove some items and the rip of a wrapper; the scent of latex and lube filtered through the air. Glancing over my furred white chest, I saw him approach me again. His black muzzle looked down at me, the same way one may look down at a beautiful flower.

Aaron didn't say anything; his face kept a soft smile as his paws went to work. I felt a slippery coolness rubbed against my hole. I puckered a bit at the slick wetness as he wiggled a finger inside followed by another.

"Relax," he said.

I blinked, realizing I was clenching at the feeling of insertion. While staring at the white stucco ceiling, I took a deep breath, then let the air out slowly, relaxing my body and sinking into the bed.

Aaron tried again, I felt something press against me, asking for entry and I willed myself to let him in. His fingers slid in deeper and tickled my inside. My breathing slowed and I closed my eyes concentrating on his digits. He held them, waiting until I was comfortable with having something inside me.

"Doing okay? Does anything hurt?" he asked.

I wriggled bit to adjust. "Yeah, actually. I'm surprisingly good."

I saw his black muzzle split into a grin. "You want to try something bigger?"

My tail thumped my answer for me. My head was only filled with pleasure and enjoyment at this point. The sweet cat in front of me was going to such lengths to make sure I was comfortable and having a good time. Never pressing, he gently guided and provided a nice night of exploring.

My rear loosened as he removed his fingers. I heard the squirt of more lube and another object push against my rear. This one was much larger. Aaron placed a paw on my hips, his other busy guiding himself in.

It hurt at first. He stretched me much more than the fingers had. They were a nice precursor but this wasn't as pleasant. I grunted and shifted on the bed, trying to get comfortable. He paused and waited, patience of a saint. When I settled back down, he pushed in further.

"Just relax," he said. "You'll get used to it."

With a sigh, I did just that. Breathing in and out, a little wiggle here and there, trying to get comfortable. It hit me for a second. I wasn't worried or weirded out that I was being penetrated by a guy, I was more concerned with being comfortable while he did it. It was nice being connected to someone else for a change and being on the receiving end. I couldn't remember the last time someone wanted to make sure I was having a good time.

Aaron spoke up again, breaking my train of though. "I'm all the way in now. How does it feel?"

My ears perked. Already in? Aaron wasn't a small cat by any means but my own thinking had pushed the irritation out of my mind. I could feel the pressure in my ass now that I thought about it, but it wasn't as bad, my hole still adjusting against his girth. Squeezing against him felt quite nice, too.

"I didn't even feel it." My tail went limp. "I-I mean-- You feel good. I'm not saying I can't feel you inside." I mumbled in embarrassment.

He laughed and rubbed my hips. "Sounds like you're still enjoying yourself."

"Yeah." My ears grew hot. Distracted, another scent slipped into my nostrils among the smell of freshly washed bedsheets and water-based lubricant. I recognized it as the scent of attraction, of fun and pleasure, one oddly familiar but not my own. I don't know why I didn't pick up on it until now but the scent of sex from Aaron filled the air and mixed with my own. He was enjoying himself as much I was. "Show me what this kitty can do."

That short muzzle of his broke out into a sly grin. His claws pricked my hips as an edgier side of Aaron perked out. He could see I was comfortable and knew he could have some fun with me.

His hips left mine and returned, slowly pressing back in. He pushed against my insides causing me to grunt at the increased pressure and friction. My tail thumped against the bed, encouraging him to continue. He didn't pause or ask again if I was okay, just continued rocking against me. His barbs tickled my rim, making me squeeze around him each time he pushed fully in.

The end of his member rubbed against a spot inside I'd only knew was there when I was a young pup experimenting in the shower. Why had it just been a phase when it felt so good? It was a different kind of pleasure I didn't get from stroking myself or penetrating another: something different, something raw, pleasing me in a wonderfully weird way.

Aaron must have taken my panting as a sign to speed up. My tongue hung out of my muzzle as I growled at the lusty sensations Aaron pounded into me. He didn't stop me when my paw found my own extended member, drawn away from the sheath and bouncing up and down to his rhythm. I followed along with my strokes, watching his head tilt back in enjoyment and tail swish back and forth with tempo.

The waves of two kinds of pleasure cascaded together inside me and brought me to my edge faster than I realized. My mind was hazy with the results of this new experiment as I drowned in happy waves of sexual bliss. Aaron's movements pushed me over the edge and I let out a long howl, spilling my seed all over my chest.

Aaron continued to work my rear as I lavished in my post-orgasm, riding out the hormonal high. Each pound from him grew heavier, shaking the remaining drops leaking from my shaft. I watched Aaron's face twist in a weird combination of agony and pleasure. He mewled a few times before it turned into a loud whine, his tail standing on end. His hips slowed and his chest took in deeper breathes. Aaron lowered himself down, resting his head down on the bed next to me so he could nuzzle my shoulder. At the same time, Aaron wiggled his hips away from mine, letting himself slip out of me with a splurt.

I swayed my hips, getting accustomed to not having someone stuffed in my rear. As the afterglow faded and my senses came back to me, my body itched. A shiver raced through my fur and looked down at the clumps of seed on my chest that had already made a mess. My hole was uncomfortable from being stretched and no amount of wriggling was making the feeling stop.

He leaned up and purred in my ear. "That was lovely, pup. Thank you."

My ears perked, realization dawning on me. My muzzle dipped and shied from the black cat beside me. What had I just done? The awkward feeling in my rear grew worse. My whole body started shuffling about on the bed. Aaron chuckled, thinking it funny and stroked my side. His touch made me wither inside, and I shook and rolled away.

"Is something wrong?" Aaron's voice switched to concern.

I shouldn't be here.

"No. Everything's fine." My paw reached out to stroke his soft fur but this time it was like petting an awkward rug. The vibration from his purring felt like maggots under my paw. I cringed and slowly retracted my arm, brushing against the stickiness that made a mess of my stomach. What had I done?

I raised my arm looking for something to wipe it on, my muzzle contorting in disgust at my shameful seed. Aaron's linen sheets were too nice to dirty up so I sat up in search of something else.

The cat chuckled behind me. "Don't worry about the sheets. I'll just wash them later. Just relax and snuggle. The mess isn't a problem." His paw found my shoulder and he tried to tug me back down.

I grimaced at his touch and shrugged him off. "I-I-- Can I use your shower?" My feet found the floor and already I was looking around to see if he had an en-suite.

When my view focused back on Aaron his ears were splayed and eyes filled with worry. "Of course." A slightly shaky paw pointed to the corner door I somehow missed in my franticness. "Colton, is everything okay? Just let me know if anything's wrong."

My heart beat double fast in my chest and my ears fell back. "No. I mean yeah. I mean-- Nothing's wrong. You didn't do anything wrong. I-I just want to clean up."

Snatching up my clothes, I dashed to the bathroom before Aaron could ask any more questions. I slammed the door shut and locked it in case he had any ideas about showering together. I turned the knob on full, waiting for the water to heat up, but mostly to block the noise of my own panting. My stomach heaved and a few times I clamped my muzzle shut to make sure I didn't hurl, my stomach reminding me it didn't like the mixture of wine and chips.

The water was practically scalding but it didn't matter. Grabbing whatever descenting soap was on the shower rack, I scrubbed so hard fur was almost falling off. A paw slipped between my legs to get under my tail and the touch brought back the enjoyment of just moments before. I jerked back and pushed the thoughts out of my head.

After showering for too long, I turned off the tap and stood dripping while breathing deeply. I hoped I had washed the mess out as I stroked my fur looking for anything I missed. Once satisfied, I shook any loose water from my fur and pushed the shower door aside. My heart rate didn't seem to decrease as I wrapped myself in the nearest towel and grabbed the blow dryer. Deep breaths.

My fur was still moist when I put my clothes back on. I didn't care. The rest would dry in the car. I needed to get away. Get far, far away and forget about this.

Opening the door, Aaron was standing there, his clothes back on. His calm questioning eyes looked into mine. "Can we talk?"

"Sorry. I'm, uh, not feeling good. I should probably go." My eyes turned to the floor. "The wine isn't sitting well."

He motioned to the living room. "I can get you some water. Go sit on the couch; you shouldn't be driving." The concern in Aaron's voice was genuine, just as it had been all night.

"I'll be okay." I lied. I wanted to be out of there. I didn't want to puke in his nice house. "Really. I-I need to go home."

"What about the game next week? You could bring Jason."

My blood ran cold. I darted for the door as my stomach turned over again.

"Please, you don't have to run." Aaron's paw brushed against my arm but didn't hold me. "If I did anything wrong, please let me know."

"You've haven't done anything wrong, really." I continued to avoid his gaze, grabbing my coat and keys from off the counter. The guilt churning with stomach acid in my chest. "I should get home. Need to lie down."

"Colton!" Aaron's paw clutched at my hand and pulled me around. The pain in his eyes was unmistakable. His lip quivered. "Just talk to me, please. Don't run off."

I hesitated and swallowed. The black cat's eyes were beginning to water and my stomach pushed up into my throat. "It's not you; it's me." I shook my paw free and escaped through the doorway, slamming the door before he could say anything else.

By the time I had made it down the elevator and outside his building, I couldn't handle it anymore and vomited into the bushes. I wasn't sure if the alcohol had left my system, and I probably was in no state to drive, but I didn't care. Panting heavily, I wiped the remaining slobber off my mouth and rushed to my car.

I started the engine and pulled out of the parking spot. A glance back at the building and I thought I saw Aaron's visage watching from the lobby. I didn't look back and drove off, turning onto the nearest exit to the freeway.

My mind replayed our night over in my head as I drove on, amazed the Gardiner wasn't busy this time of night. Feeling my stomach start to dry-heave, nothing left to return to sender, I reached for a napkin. Next to it sat my wedding ring; I remembered I had left it in the car, happy that Aaron hadn't asked about it tonight. My phone buzzed in my pocket, all messages from Aaron.

Text me when you get home.

Please let me know when you get home.

Just get home safe. Please.

It took all my will not to block his number for fear that Lilly might find out. She'd be suspicious enough when I turn down taking Jason to Argos-Riders game next week. I'd find some excuse later like tell her that Aaron didn't manage to get the tickets this time.

My car was already parked in the driveway before I realized it. I didn't recall turning down our street, or even getting off the freeway, but I was happy to be home safe and sound. Just needed to get inside, brush my teeth and slip into bed. Everything would be okay. We could forget this ever happened.

My tail fell when I stepped out of the car. The lights were on. Lilly wasn't supposed to be up this late.

I opened the front door quietly and stepped inside, ear perked and listening. A chair in the dining room squeaked against the floor followed by footsteps. Lilly's white and brown muzzle peeked around the corner. Her ears perked up at seeing me.

She yawned and wagged her curled tail. "Hi handsome." I took a step further into the house, and she held up a paw and sniffled. "Don't come too close. Poor Jason has a fever and I think I've caught it too. I've been awake all night with the poor pup and my nose is all stuffed up. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight; don't want you to catch it too."

"Thanks, hon."

"Still, it's a bit early for you to come home isn't it? What happened? Not a good night with the guys at poker?"

My ears fell and shoulders slumped. "I... folded."