No Shame
A very, very special thanks to both Tybbie and Tobias for helping me edit this thing, and for fixing it! Not my best story by a long shot, but thanks to them it's at least a little better than it was. I promise my next story will be out quicker.
Despite the clouds parting to let the moonlight rain, Naveed's face was still being drenched with the continued rainfall. A puddle of water in the lawn had formed in front of him. Naveed sat on the front lawn in the rain, sitting on a milk crate, as he had been for the past hour.
"You okay?"
Naveed's head turned and looked up to Panthus... a big, muscular lion. Naveed had seen him a few hours beforehand, though it seemed Panthus changed out of his winning football uniform and into jeans and a fresh jersey. The wolf was surprised to see Panthus. Of course, this was the front of Panthus's house, but Naveed expected him to be inside with the rest of the victory party. It seemed unusual that he'd venture out to see what was up with the kid on the front lawn. Naveed wasn't a part of the team, hell, Panthus probably didn't even know the wolf's name. Naveed was new in town, used to keeping to himself, and Panthus was an A-lister. "Just fine, tovarish," he said, looking back down to the puddle in the lawn in front of him. Normally that would've been that. It definitely would have been if it was another certain player in the house who had come out to greet him.
Panthus flicked his tail back and forth. One of his arms was raised, a mostly successful attempt at keeping the rain from getting in his face. He'd heard his Russian teammate say ‘tovarish' a few times, Panthus had always assumed it meant something like ‘buddy'. "Meghan said you came out here, like, two hours ago. She said she heard you yelling. You could get sick if you stay outside in the ra-"
"I said I'm fine."
Panthus blinked, surprised at the curtness of the wolf's response. "Sorry, Nav. I didn't mean to bug you."
The wolf turned. "You know my name?" he asked. Seeing Panthus in the rain again made him suddenly aware of just how ridiculous he was, being short with the host of a victory party because he was showing just a little concern. Mean was not the kind of person Nav wanted to be, even if he had to work on it sometimes. A lot.
"Of course I do. We have English together, right? Yeah. You sit near the back."
"I'm sorry," he said. "Yes, I was kind of upset. Very."
"Family?"
Naveed laughed, "No, no. Haven't talked to them in a while. It was my boyfriend. Ex-boyfriend now, I guess. First time getting dumped."
Panthus's eyes widened. He'd heard rumours that Naveed was kind of a fag, but nothing more. The lion couldn't recall ever even having a conversation with the kid before. "Well, why don't you come inside?" Panthus asked. "There's plenty of beer, vodka, gin... nothing better for a break-up."
"He's in there," he said.
Panthus blinked, "What? I thought Meghan said you got called-"
"I did. We didn't come here together, he wanted to avoid a scene," Naveed explained, "Even though he's the only fucking reason I'd go to this kind of fucking thing. I swear to god I'm never dating a football player again. No, he called me from in there."
Panthus coughed, a player? Somebody on the team was gay? Not only that... but gay, and dating the weirdo? Panthus mentally kicked himself. Naveed seemed nice enough, it wasn't right of him to think of him that way. He certainly didn't look awkward. If he were straight, Panthus thought, Naveed would get any woman he wanted... he wasn't lacking in the looks department. Perhaps he wasn't as muscled as those on the team, but with his body shape, Panthus guessed he'd fit nicely on the swim team. The females would go crazy for him if he stepped out in a speedo, yes, Panthus knew this. The lion also had to give credit for the wolf's voice. The slight Slavic accent was a definite plus working for him, especially when reading poetry in their English class. Panthus had to admit that Naveed was the only reader who'd ever peaked his interest and enticed him to actually listen.
The wolf smirked, guessing the question on Panthus's mind. He knew how much his former date had cared about nobody finding out for fear of getting kicked off the team, or getting harassed. He doubted anybody on the team was openly gay. "I can't tell you who. He might be a fucking bastard, but I promised."
Panthus didn't know what to say, it was all shocking to him. To know, though, that there was a guy on the team hiding something like that, was sort of comforting to the lion, like he had less to worry about, or that he wasn't the only one who felt a little constrained. "That's fine," the lion said. "Hmm... that's kind of weird, though, thinking one of the guys does other guys. Uh, if you don't mind my asking, uh... who was the girl?" he asked.
The wolf laughed and turned his body around on the milk crate. "Sexually?" he asked.
Panthus nodded.
"He was, most of the time. I like it the other way around best, but, he insists."
Panthus giggled a little, both at the thought of one of the players bending over for the shapely wolf and at a joke he thought too immature and too overused to speak out loud â€" ‘Tight end or wide receiver?' "Why did you break up?" he asked.
Naveed briefly looked up to see the moon, but the clouds had once again covered it. "He wants somebody a little... lighter? Without baggage," he said. Naveed slowly looked back to Panthus. "You know, like... when you're with a girl. There's the kind that's quiet, talks about her feelings a lot, or might be kind of damaged. Then there's the seemingly care-free girl who'll let you in her pants?" the wolf asked.
Panthus nodded.
"I'm sort of both, I guess. Sex was easy, great, but I kept on... I don't know, dumping on him. I told him I needed to talk with him after the party, he didn't want to deal with that. I guess he's right... I mean, you guys just won. I guess that's a pretty big deal. Congratulations, by the way, you made an awesome play in the last quarter... at least I think. Truth be told it's a bit hard to tell all of you guys apart," Naveed said. "But do me a favour, alright? Don't, like, don't tell anybody what I told you? I don't want him thinking there's about to be a witch-hunt or anything. I mean, you're a good guy, you wouldn't, but I guess a lot of the others would."
Panthus smiled, "Thanks. I won't, I mean, I won't tell anybody. But thanks. You know, you're a nice guy too. You ever think about getting into sports? Like, you could swim. Girls would all go after you," the lion said, before blushing. A simple fact had escaped his brain. "I mean, I'm sorry. Not girls,"
The wolf laughed, "Don't worry. I love swimming, but I don't want to join any sports. I think joining just to seem attractive is kind of shallow. I doubt I could put that much effort into it."
Panthus was the one to look up, now, and he smiled as the moon revealed himself again. "It wouldn't make you attractive, you're that already. It'd just make people take a bit more notice," he said, before looking back into Naveed's eyes. He grinned, "After all, not everybody gets to hear you readings in class," he said. His eyes remained locked into Naveed's.
Naveed's eyebrow raised ever-so-slightly. The gaze offset him, really, the expression on the big lion's face was posed as if he was asking a question, as if he was patiently awaiting for some sort of answer. But there was no question, was there? If there was, what was it? Naveed had a strong inclination with Panthus's compliment, but the wolf was also painfully aware of the fact he'd just been dumped. Was he reading too much into this? There was only one way to find out... and if he could, he thought to himself, he'd avoid the same mistakes. Forgetting about his phone entirely, the wolf stood up in front of Panthus. He didn't quite reach Panthus's height, but he was close. "You said you had vodka, tovarish?"
Panthus grinned, "Indeed," he said, "I know a drink you might like, actually."
"Think it's a good idea, a handsome lion getting a desperate queer drunk?" Naveed teased.
Panthus's smile faded, though it was not out of displeasure. It was contemplation. "We'll see, I guess," the lion said. His body moved to turn back to the house, but he stopped. "I... you're the only, you know, ‘queer' at school. I mean, the only out one. I was wondering if..."
Naveed's eyebrow raised again. What was Panthus asking? "If?"
"We could talk, later. I, like... I do have some, uh, questions."
Naveed smirked and nodded, "Sure. Consider me an open book, among other things," he said in mock â€" or, perhaps, not-mock â€" flirting. "Come on, let's go."
Eleven drinks between them later, Panthus faced his bedroom door it closed and didn't turn around right after. He outstretched his arm and dropped his duffel back onto the floor. His paw remained on the doorknob, as if considering opening it again, to either leave or ask the wolf who had walked in before him to leave. "You're sure everybody's gone?" he asked, his voice slurred. The bulky, muscular seventeen year old lion was drunk, though considering he'd just spent the past six hours hosting an all-ages afterparty for his team's win, it was expected.
"Or passed out," the wolf replied, carrying a slight to moderate Slavic accent. "If you're really worried, you can lock the door."
Panthus flicked his tongue against his teeth. There was no lock, he remembered. Anybody during the night could walk in to find the pair inside. No, it was too risky. Somebody might hear something, he decided, and come in. With no lock there'd be no time to stop and clothe themselves, no time to divert suspicion away. It was too dangerous. If it was ever going to happen, it wouldn't be tonight. The wolf had even ‘accidentally' spilt vodka on the lion's flannel shirt, prompting the young male to remove it entirely, and as such was wearing only his jeans and belt. The wolf, on the other hand, had remained fully dressed, so there was no problem with swinging it back open. "There's no lock," he explained, he himself hearing his own voice filled with resignation. "I'm s-sorry," he stuttered, "I can't do it. Somebody could walk in, find out, and that would just... you know. Fuck, I'm sorry." Panthus twisted his paw and pulled, trying to open the door again.
Naveed, suddenly against the lion's back, shot his paw over the lion's shoulder and slammed the reopened inch closed with his palm. "You worry too much, tovarish," he said.
Panthus gasped. The wolf had come up behind him, had pressed his chest and stomach against Panthus's back. The lion's eyes were on the wolf's paw, but soon trailed up that furry arm of brown and grey highlights. The wolf had quickly removed his shirt and Panthus found his eyes being drawn further and further up the toned, naked arm, until he saw the bare shoulder out the corner of his eye.
Naveed grinned and took his paw from the door. "Calm down," he said, resting it on the squeamish lion's shoulder. He looked to the left, to the dresser placed right beside the doorway. That would do. The wolf, having completely disrobed in the time it took the lion to close the door, moved to the dresser, braced his feet against the floor and pushed it.
Naveed was not nearly as muscular as Panthus - he wasn't on any of the school's sports teams, in fact â€" but he could hold his own. Panthus was shocked to see a naked boy, one a year younger than him, no less, naked and moving his furniture around. Before Panthus could let out a word of protest, his heavy dresser was pushed in front of the door. "I guess we can lock it," he murmured.
Panthus stepped back and sat down on the foot of his single-sized bed. His gaze was locked in by the wolf's form. Naveed wasn't hard, but his sac was right there, nicely rested against the wolf's thick thighs. Panthus had heard from others that the wolf, despite not being on the swim team, used the school's pool more often than anybody else. Panthus gulped. He'd seen plenty of cunts before; players in his position got all of the girls one wanted or thought one wanted. He'd never seen another guy's junk, not in the context of being drunk, alone, and in his own bedroom. More to the point, he'd never seen a gay guy's junk. Panthus felt his stomach drop. Did he really want to do this? What had he even told Naveed? What led them up here? Panthus squinted as he tried to remember, but nothing came to him. "I can't do this," the lion said, looking up and down the naked male. The wooden cross nailed to his now shut door was suddenly in crisp, clear focus, and everything else was in a drunken haze. He couldn't do this, not with another male, and certainly not with one he knew little to nothing about. "I don't even know you."
Naveed leaned his body against the dresser, and followed Panthus's eyes to the cross up on the door. The wolf suddenly felt some reservation - he was always somewhat frightened of religious types â€" but he knew that is Panthus kept on denying things, remaining in the closet, he'd be miserable there. Panthus may have been drunk, but drunken confessions were usually more truthful than sober ones. "There's not all that much to know," the wolf replied.
"They say you're from up north," he said.
"Born in North Point, Canada. Family lives in San Drakkis, and none of them live here. Family comes from Russia, Iran. A few Japanese in there too," Naveed said, trying to be somewhat detailed for the lion. "They're all rich, I'm dirt poor. Can barely afford my bachelor. But I get lots of sex," the wolf said in a jovial tone, though it wasn't clear to the other if he was being truthful in that or not. "Satisfied? Just a slut of a lone wolf, tovarish."
Panthus nodded. "Your family, why don't you live with them? They say you're an Eskachoff," he said.
Naveed winced at that, and finally turned away from the cross on the door. "I was," he admitted, "but not anymore, so you don't have to worry. I'm not going to rob you or anything. With those muscles you could probably knock me out flat, anyway," he said. He mostly lied at that point. Naveed wasn't the most muscled, but he was strong. Eskachoffs learnt how to defend themselves from the age of four on. "Or pin me down nice and good, make me yell ‘mercy' for hours," he teased.
Panthus didn't laugh. "Why don't you have any friends?"
Naveed raised his eyebrow. "I have plenty enough," he lied. "But enough about me. Why aren't your clothes off?" he asked, his voice turning lighter again.
Panthus looked back to Naveed. "I'm drunk," he said, "and I still don't know you."
The wolf smirked, "Inebriation is usually supposed to help, tovarish. What the hell's to know? What about you? Great parents, tonnes of brothers, quarterback of the football team. Goddamned American dream," Naveed said. "What else matters? I know you've fucked girls without knowing their name. I'm not asking you to remember mine, but I know you know it."
"I don't know, stuff. This is different. I do want to... you know, do stuff with you, but I don't know," he said. His voice was changing tone, he was coming around again.
Naveed sighed. He climbed onto the bed, sat behind Panthus, and spread his legs out to rest on either side of the big lion. His chest came back up to the lion's back, his crotch was pressed against the base of the lion's tail, and his paws rested on and lightly gripped Panthus's muscular arms. "You told me you dreamed of it sometimes," the wolf said, "you even told me there was a dream about me, specifically. Don't you think that's significant? Don't you think it's worth at least a little testing?" Naveed asked, his paws moving down. "Come on. Tell me what happened in it. I won't say a word to anybody else," he promised.
"I- you promise? Well, I... you were robbed," the lion said, "I came to visit you for some reason. You'd been tied up in your bed and all of your stuff was gone. You were crying," Panthus said, his voice lightly shaking with a certain degree of shame. "I didn't untie you, though. I hugged you, on your bed, but then I started moving against you, and I think I started fucking you, and you liked it. Then I woke up," Panthus said.
Naveed smirked, "I'd get robbed any day if it meant that particular scenario running its course."
"It was just a dream," the lion said. "I mean, I'm not in love with you. We barely know each other. You're not my boyfriend, and I mean, I've had lots of girlfriends. I mean, do gays even really feel love like how you're supposed to? Have you ever been in love?"
"No, I haven't," the wolf lied again. Naveed's paws were rubbing at the lion's sides by this point, sometimes reaching forward to rub over his belly and through the thick tuft of mane over his belly button. Oh, how he wanted to follow that trail downwards... "But we gays do. My fathers are gay, even."
"Fathers? Who gave birth to you, then? A surrogate?"
"Long story. Alright, how about this?" Naveed asked, one of his paws moving down to rub over the lion's big, muscled thigh covered by his jeans. "You don't know, fine. But you might, right? Have you ever wanted to fuck a girl in the ass?" he asked.
Panthus, after a brief hesitation, slowly nodded in confession.
"Well, then that itself can't be much different than with a guy. How about we get me tied up, da? On the bed, naked, done up so I can hardly move. Just like in your dream. If I get to sleep in your bedroom all tied up and vulnerable then I'm happy. If you feel like experimenting, using me, then you're free to. It would be a bonus. If you don't end up doing it, you can feel more secure about yourself. Win-win situation," Naveed said, gently rubbing his paw lower, until it was cupping over the lion's crotch. The wolf felt encouraged by the bulge he felt, and gave the hearty thing a squeeze to let Panthus know he definitely felt it. "Sound like a deal, kitty?"
The lion stared blankly at Naveed for a few moments, then looked toward his drawer. "I have handcuffs and leather straps in there."
"I figured you would. Now, anything else, tovarish?" Naveed asked. When he got nothing but a slightly redder blush from the lion's ears. The wolf leaned his muzzle forward and pressed his lips against Panthus's neck. "My lips will forever be sealed. Now's your chance. Something you want to do? Something you want to wear? Me to say?"
Panthus cleared his throat and closed his eyes. "You to wear."
Naveed grinned, stood up and jumped down from the bed. "Mmm, what is it? I know. I bet you're into a little crossdressing. Panties you want me to wear?"
Panthus coughed and shook his head, "No, no! I... well, in the bag, over there," Panthus said, nodding towards the duffel bag by the door. "My uniform."
Naveed blinked, "Your football stuff? You just had a game, thought you haven't washed-" Naveed stopped. Panthus's ears had flattened down into his headfur, the blush in his cheeks flushed, his eyes went straight down to the floor. The wolf smirked. "That's the point, though, isn't it?"
The lion nodded.
Naveed picked up the duffel bag, unzipped it, and coughed at the first scent of it. Panthus had, indeed, played hard. The musk from his bag was heavier than the musk coming from the lion himself! Naveed reached in and pulled out the item of clothing that caught his attention first. He pulled out the bright, bright red jockstrap and held it up, dangling the damp, in some parts soaked underwear with his index finger. Dropping the duffel bag, Naveed stood directly in front of the lion and slowly pulled the wet, sweat-drenched jock-strap over his legs. The dampness made it a little cold, and the wolf shivered when he pulled it firmly into place over his crotch. He felt his pride hurt a little, for the first time in a long time he smelled like a lion instead of a wolf. It was humiliating in a way, and Naveed loved the situation all the more for it. Naveed turned around and bent over to pull out the next item, flashing Panthus a good, open, tail-raised view of his canine backside. While bent over the wolf pulled on some of the protective pads over his chest and shoulders, then slipped on the bright red uniform over top of it, shivering again before his body heat warmed the wet pads and shirt up again. "Is that all?" Naveed asked, twisting his back to look at Panthus again. Turning his ass away from Panthus was not a part of the wolf's battle strategy. "Or would you like the pants?"
Panthus's eyes never left Naveed's tailhole, but he still managed something of a response. "No, no pants... b-but... socks? Cleats?"
Naveed licked his lips. Panthus was, perhaps, far more kinky than he was letting on. He pulled out the socks, though out of everything they seemed to be the most wet. Naveed watched beads of sweat drop down onto the floor as he held the pair up, away from the Panthus. Naveed lifted his legs up one at a time and peeled the sopping wet socks onto each of his footpaws, and pretended for Panthus's precious dignity that he didn't hear the moans or the stroking coming from behind him. Naveed pulled on the shoes, and smiled at the sudden cessation of the moans as soon as the wolf turned around again. There Naveed was, completely decked out in Panthus's drenched, sweaty uniform, sans pants. "I feel disgusting," Naveed announced, looking down. He could feel his fur matting with all of the foreign sweat.
"I'm sorry. You can take it off, I'm so-"
"Tovarish, that isn't a bad thing," Naveed corrected.
"You like feeling disgusting?"
"Da, with some things," Naveed said, stepping forward. He was too impatient to be bound up and wait for it, he needed to get Panthus on his side as soon as he could. "Of course I don't know why you want me in the uniform," he said. Just as Panthus opened his mouth to reply, Naveed boldly slipped himself into the lion's lap, facing the coach. "I mean, I'm the worst player on the team, Coach."
Panthus's heart skipped a beat. "What?" he asked.
Naveed would normally have stopped at seeing such a horrified, confused expression, but the sudden pulse of Panthus's cock against Naveed's stomach let the wolf know he was on course. Scratch that, he thought, he'd gained thirty yards. Naveed gulped and let his eyes relax. His smile faded into a slight frown, and his legs spread out to push his clothed, bulging crotch against the base of Panthus's hard shaft. "I tried as hard as I could," he explained, desperation pouring through his voice, "I promise I'll do better next time. Please, coach, I'll make it up to you?" he asked, lifting his paws up along Panthus's side until they were planted firmly on his shoulders, massaging them.
"Th-this is roleplaying?" Panthus stammered. His heart and lungs pumped faster, his cock spurt out a shot of precum against both of their stomachs.
Naveed planted his knees on either side of the lion's legs and lifted himself up, bringing the tip of the "coach's" cock up against the wolf's taint, right underneath the crack of his ass. "I'll take my punishments, Coach, I promise... I won't tell anybody. C-can I go shower first though, please? I'm filthy..."
Panthus was at a loss for words, but a sudden grind from Naveed's hips against Panthus's cock made his whole body shudder. He gulped, not knowing what Naveed wanted him to say... but then it came to him. Panthus was the one who'd asked Naveed to dress up like a player. Panthus was much bigger than Naveed, wearing nothing. Panthus also knew that Naveed liked feeling disgusting when it came to some things with sex. "N-No," Panthus said, trying to assume an assertive voice. He felt a rush of pleasure himself, as if for a moment it was true. He'd just ordered the wolf not to shower, to stay in his clothes. He had to admit that he found that very hot.
Naveed gently rubbed his taint against the slick, pre-cum covered tip of Panthus's cock. He looked right into the lion's eyes and widened his eyes. "Please, what can I do to make it up for you? I'll do anything, sir, just please give me another chance..."
Panthus blinked. What did he want to do with Naveed? Panthus suddenly had a few images in his head, but they almost scared him. He'd never thought up such images about him and other men before, it seemed so dirty. Panthus tried to open his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out except a quiet stammer.
Naveed gulped and lowered his hips a little, pushing the lion's cockhead up along the crack of his ass, sliding it in like a hot dog in a bun. "Are you going to put your cum in my ass again, Coach?" he asked, sounding as if he was terrified of the prospect.
Panthus nodded.
The wolf bit his lip, "Am I going to have to clean your cock after, like last time? When you cum again, can I at least spit it out this time?"
Panthus's cock surged and spurted even more precum at the thought of that. Naveed going down on him right after it fucked him in the ass? "You've been a terrible player," Panthus finally said, trying to hold up his end of whatever it was that was happening. "You're going to swallow it. It's the least you deserve, slut," he said, the last word spoken with a far weaker, tentative voice, as if asking permission to say it as the word was spoken. There was a fire behind his eyes, though, an exhilaration to having it escape his lips. It made him feel dirty, sinful, and in control.
Naveed grinned, letting Panthus know that the name-calling was all too encouraged.
"I should also..."
"Also?" Naveed asked, making a pouty expression, "What?"
Panthus cleared his throat and rested one of his paws over the left mound of Naveed's ass. "Spank you," he finished.
Naveed lifted his body up, sliding the cock out from his crack. He leaned his body up and strongly pressed his bulge against Panthus's chest, giving his lover's paws easy access to his cheeks. Naveed whimpered as he did this, and looked down to Panthus's eyes. "P-please don't, sir, I promise I'll do better next time-"
Panthus interrupted the "player" with a moderated slap to the wolf's behind. He felt a surge of arousal at the sound of slap, felt the wolf's body jump against his, and most of all felt a surge of power over the other. He liked it, and the feeling of the wolf's cock straining against the lion's chest let him know that Naveed liked it, too. He was on the right track and enjoying the ride to boot. He gave a second, harder slap, one that cause the wolf to howl a little. "Do you want it to stop?" Panthus asked.
Naveed, afraid he was going to cum in Panthus's jockstrap at any second, made himself whine and nod his head. "P-please, please don't..." he said.
Panthus spanked him again. "If you want it to end, slut, you're going to have to fuck yourself with my dick. I'm not gay," he said, "so you're going to do the work for me. Make me cum in you," he ordered, accenting his order with an even harder spank. He felt the cock surge against him again, and he felt bad for the poor wolf... he could tell the other male was going to cum soon, and hard. Panthus lifted one of his paws up and gently pulled the jockstrap to the side, then pulled Naveed's shaft out of the widened opening between his thigh and the pouch of the jockstrap. Naveed's cock was knotting and standing up tall, held pointing up by the sandwiching between their bodies.
"I'll do it! Just don't hit me, please, coach, stop!" he exclaimed.
Panthus grinned, leaned down, and sniffed at Naveed's crotch. "All of this musk... you don't smell like a canine at all, you filthy cat," he said, to which the cock spurted out another shot of precum, one that landed right on his nose. It made Panthus pause in a little shock, but it got him curious.
"I'm sorry!" Naveed exclaimed, this time a little genuinely. He didn't want to freak Panthus out at all.
The lion looked up into Naveed's eyes, guided him to stand up even more, and pressed his cold nosepad and lips right up against the wolf's shaft. "You fucking slut," Panthus hissed, "I don't want your cum on me. If you do it again I'm going to fuck your insides out," he said, his voice wavering again, as if he was taking the game a little too far. He realized he was sounding a little unconvincing, so the lion used his paw to very, very roughly slap the very center of Naveed's ass.
Naveed looked down in shock. The feeling of Panthus's face against his shaft and the strong spank sent him over the edge, much to his horror. His cock jumped and all he could do was watch as a sudden fountain of cum surged out of his cock, right into the air before splashing down back on his cock and all over his "coach's" face. His orgasm lasted for only a few moments, but by the time it was done Panthus was having to wipe the wolf's seed out of his eyes in order to open them.
"What did I just tell you, Naveed?" Panthus asked.
The wolf gulped and lowered himself, putting his ass back down against the lion's thick, precumming cock. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," the wolf said.
Panthus put both of his paws on Naveed's hips and made no more moves to clear his face of the spunk. "Fuck yourself with my cock, you little faggot player," Panthus said, cum dripping down over his upper lip onto his lower. He didn't even use his tongue to clean his lips. Panthus had never, ever felt more dirty, more dangerous or more in danger in his entire life. He had another male's cum all over his face. All he could think of was how wrong it was, how much it was turning him on. It was as if what was true for Naveed was what was true for him, the disgusting feeling of being bathed in cum elated the pleasure of the situation. Panthus moaned and purred as he felt more pressure from the wolf around his cockhead. He felt the wolf's tailhole on his cock, pressing down, trying to slip the ring over... and then it happened. Both of the males groaned and held each other as Naveed lowered himself, slipping the lion's huge cock deeper and deeper into his body, until the wolf's asscheecks were firmly planted in Panthus's lap. Panthus held Naveed's hips down, hilting himself inside of the bottoming male for a few moments. He had a dirty, dirty thought in his head, or at least it was dirty to him. Did he want to mention it? Panthus figured Naveed might like it, so the lion leaned forward. "You made a mess all over my face," he hissed. "Clean it up while you fuck yourself with me."
Naveed lost all feeling in his legs, the blood drained not only from them, but, also his face and arms... he felt weak from the suggestion. Where did all of that blood go? Right back into his cock. Any stiffness lost with orgasm had surged back with redoubled force at the order, which the wolf happily obeyed. Naveed leaned forward, stretched his tongue out and dragged it up the feline's cheek, making his own spunk flood into his maw. He was unprepared for just how much there was, the cum dripped from his tongue to fall against the back of his throat, making the wolf cough. His legs remained still as he drank his semen, but his upper body was shivering. The lion was more than Naveed had ever hoped for.
"I said ‘while', Naveed, not ‘before,'" Panthus said.
Naveed nodded and lifted his hips up. The wolf slowly brought his body up and down, fucking himself with the lion's pride without forsaking his cleaning duty. After one side of the lion's face was cleaned up of large, obvious gobs of cum, Naveed whined and moved to the other side of his neck, the other cheek.
Panthus didn't know sex could ever feel this way. When with women it was all the same, the motions were there but the heart wasn't burning nearly as hotly as it was in his current moment. He had a small wolf â€" a male, even â€" degrading himself in virtual worship to the lion. His sex with females had been nothing like this... was this what made gay sex different, why gay males were gay in the first place? Was all sex between males like this? Panthus didn't know, but in that moment he realized he wanted to find out. Panthus ran his paws over the wolf's jersey-covered shoulders and sides as he was ridden, but then laid back to rest his back and head against the bed once the wolf had licked most of his semen off of the lion's face. "Mmm..." he groaned, keeping his eyes open to watch Naveed ride him, "Good boy. Mmm... faster, though," he ordered.
Naveed obliged, quite happily. Naveed propped his knees more securely on the bed and gripped the mane over the lion's stomach for some more leverage. He had thought about raising his feet up to prop himself up, as he normally did, but somehow he doubted the lion would appreciate cleats tearing up the sheets for the sake of mating. With deep, satisfied groaning he threw his bodyweight into the rhythm of bouncing up and down on the male. With each downward fall the other male's girthy cock spread the ring of his tailhole, with each fall the cock pressed and slid against his inner walls. He watched the lion's face change from a cool, roleplayed dominance to its own sort of submission, a giving in to the pleasure. Naveed knew the face, he also knew that he was giving away his own feeling of it. His cock was dripping precum down onto the lion's stomach, he was going to cum very soon... it was a game to the wolf, now, to make the lion cum before the cock slamming against his prostate forced him to cum for the second time. Naveed lost this game. Without losing rhythm the wolf came, shooting ropes of cum over Panthus again. His stomach, his chest, and for a second time the white spunk splattered onto the lion's face.
Panthus was pleased. He opened his eyes and lifted his head up to look more attentively at Naveed. Some semen dripped down his eyelid and into his eye, but he ignored the stinging to watch the beautiful lion use himself to pleasure him... it was wonderful. Panthus leaned up a little more and gripped Naveed's hips with his paws, aiding in the riding motion to make the wolf bounce faster and harder in his lap, until the tension in his cock had built up so much he could hardly keep himself from cumming. He couldn't stop himself from spilling his seed inside another male. The discomfort about the male/male situation rushed back into Panthus's head despite the imminence of his sin. And male/male it was... Naveed was the picture of masculinity on top of him, half a football uniform, the lion's own jockstrap over his crotch, and the male was taking cock up his ass like it was a cunt, acting like his body was designed to take cock. It was deliciously wrong to him.
"Fuck..." the lion whined, breaking character to let his eyes close and head roll back, "Oh fuck, Naveed... fuck... I'm going to cum, please, stop... fuck... off, please, stop," he pleaded, though his cries fell on deaf â€" or, at the very least, very horny â€" ears, as the wolf just moaned and somehow made his hips rise and fall faster. Panthus's paw clenched, and he could hear the wolf whimper from pain as the claws pressed painfully into Naveed's hips, pulling and forcefully holding the wolf down against his lap. His cock flared, he roared without control and came without it, either, flooding Naveed's ass with cum. Panthus knew from past experience that he crashed from tiredness after a good fucking, but sex before had never been this... satisfying. His brain was flooded with tiredness, his eyes closed just as the last spurt of cum left him and entered the mated wolf. "Fuck..." he groaned under his breath. "That was... good..." he said.
Naveed licked his lips. "Poor, tired kitty... here, come to bed," he said.
Panthus felt Naveed move over him and tug at his shoulder. Panthus went willingly, crawling back until he his head was laid back on his pillow. It felt wonderful, even if the covers were underneath him.
"Just relax, I'll take care of everything... go to sleep," the wolf said.
Panthus, already only half-conscious in his drunken state, groaned and nodded. He felt gentle licks to his cheeks, to his lips, his nose and eyes, then his chest... he was being cleaned again, groomed by the male. As more sleep overtook him he felt the wolf's furry body over his face. He felt the damp jockstrap against his lips, felt the fabric pulled aside for the wolf's balls to spill out over his mouth. Panthus groaned and opened his maw tiredly. He flicked his tongue against them as Naveed lowered them into the lion's warm, waiting maw. The lion opened his eyes. Naveed was squatting down, his balls were in Panthus's mouth! He felt horrible, degraded, and... nice. Was this how Naveed felt? Comfort, pleasure in feeling degraded? His eyes were full of only two things â€" Naveed's tail, and Naveed's tailhole. The tailhole, poised over the bridge of Panthus's muzzle and his eyes, began leaking white spunk. Panthus closed his eyes just as a stream of it hit him. As he licked and gently sucked on the balls in his maw gobs and gobs of cum flowed out of Naveed's ass, the spunk flowing out down the sides of his muzzle to cover his cheeks or to run over his tightly closed eyes. Slipping into his dreams the lion thought back to his baptism when he was five, the water flowing over his face from the cup held above him. The motion of the liquid on him was so much the same.
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When Naveed woke up, it was to a feeling he hadn't felt in some time. He felt connected. He'd had the best sex he'd had in years, and that was saying something, given how often the young wolf liked to get it up. With Panthus it was different. Panthus had fallen asleep so intimately connected with him, so soon after mating for the first time. No males ever did that, not for Naveed, not even his former boyfriend. Wham-Bam-Thank-You-Bitch was what he was used to. He'd just slept with Panthus through the night: dirty, humiliated, and naked to each other, and now there was a sunrise streaming through the lion's bedroom window. Everything he'd been looking for was found that night.
The feeling became uneasy when he realized Panthus was no longer beside him. "Panthy?" he teasingly called out, rising from the bed. He looked down to himself. He was still in all of the lion's clothing and smelled positively of lion musk. ‘I could get used to this,' the male thought.
The room's bathroom door swung open. Panthus stood in the doorway with boxers and a wet face towel covering him. "Get out," the lion said. Panthus lowered his paws. His face was still covered in bits of dry cum stuck in his fur, the towel apparently there to try and clean it. The tone in his voice hadn't been particularly strong, or forceful, but it was far more assertive than his drunken self had been in his weak protestations.
Naveed blinked, "What?" he asked. Naveed climbed off of the bed and walked up to the lion. "Here, let me help you with-"
"Please, just- ... get out."
The wolf felt his breathing slow. He'd never heard that particular tone from Panthus before. It was serious, full of shame and accusation. From that experience he knew it was not a suggestion, not a statement that was half-hearted like his ‘I'm not gay's has been. Naveed nodded and quickly backed away from Panthus. "I'll get my things," he said, trying to choke back any emotion that tried to worm its way into those words. This was the part Naveed was good at, he supposed, slinking away half-naked. Climbing out of the fetish gear while being tossed outâ€" football uniform in this case â€" and back into his own while trying to retain some of his dignity. In times previous taking off fetish items and putting on his own clothing to quickly leave at the request of a partner never phased him, but this time was entirely different. Naveed was ready to just leave and avoid Panthus in the future with any cost, but he couldn't just do that, this time. What the fuck had changed? "I know this must be confusing, Panthus, but it's fine. It really is," Naveed said, pulling his shirt on.
Panthus trembled. He pictured it in his head, Naveed going out and kindly informing the entire school that Panthus was gay. He'd be kicked off the football team, he would lose his friends, his family would send him off to some ex-gay camp... no, he couldn't afford that. He was going to lose everything over what he'd done, all because he had been drunk and horny. He had to stop that from happening. "If you breathe a word of this to anyone, I'll tell everybody that I passed out, or I was drugged," he said, "Got it? Don't tell anybody."
Naveed couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You were trashed when I got here, and I wasn't the one to come on to the other, you fucking whore," Naveed growled. He couldn't find his socks, but he didn't give a shit. Naveed immediately regretted his words. Why did Panthus just threaten him like that? "I'm sorry. But you're the one who's confused, don't get pissed off at me."
Panthus threw the towel down, "I was drunk! You fucking took advantage of me. I don't even remember half of what happened," he said, knowing it was a lie. Panthus regretted it, but he needed to make sure word didn't get out. He couldn't let himself be destroyed over one mistake.
Naveed's eyes widened. What? Done anything? The wolf shook his head and pushed the dresser out from the door, then swung it open. "You're almost out of high school," Naveed said, stopping for only one moment to look back at him. For that brief moment his anger was replaced by some degree of worry, "You're too old to play in the closet, tovarish. Trust me, you'll be a lot happier if you figure this shit out."
Angered, the wolf slammed the door shut to leave the lion looking down to his uniform on the floor, the sweaty clothing thrown down so carelessly... it was defiled, now. He'd have to practice again next week in a uniform the male he fucked had worn. Panthus picked the towel up and went back to his bathroom. He stared into the mirror, looked over the bits of semen in his face, had the sudden memory of the taste of Naveed's balls on his tongue. The faucet was turned on, the towel made damp again, and the lion went back to vigorously washing his face to get the cum out, to get the taste out. If he even had practice next week, he reminded himself. He could be kicked off the team before the week was up for some bullshit reason if the coach found out. His entire life had just been destroyed by this humiliation, and he couldn't even get it off of his face... ‘I'm sorry,' he thought, thoughts of the wolf truly slipping into his head for the first time that morning. He hoped Naveed would understand.