Author Notes (please read after the story)

What made me want to write this story?

I wanted to return to my roots.

I wanted to write about…

The scarcity and importance of friendship when you are a loner and having the courage to express your true self to people. I also expressed a theme of maturity and self-realisation.

The creation of this story was influenced by the feedback given by users of the channel, and mostly influenced by what I want to see from myself as well. I've always been a fan of Zourik's art and it's still unbelievable he's able to draw so much every day! I do quite enjoy his works, even if all of it is not to my tastes. I of course am a sucker for anything Lion King related, big catdaddies all the way baby. I have been meaning to go back to themes like this since I quite enjoy writing them! It's always a pleasure to provide the best erotica content I can make for you all. Happy fappin'!

The romantic scenes came out of nowhere, as well as the character development. These weren't planned, but as I was writing, I was simply following my writing voice, and adhering to my creative flow. I am very pleased with this story. I think, because of my experience writing SFW stories, I have managed to make a fantastic blend of things here.

Though I'd be lying if this story was written just for me. It was written as a love letter to my fans, especially for a man who is no longer in my life; he absolutely loved Kovu. If he's out there reading this somehow, I hope he enjoys it.

A retrospective look

From creating this story, I forgot how much effort it takes to make documents like this! Please, enjoy it for my sake (laughs).

It definitely makes me think that maybe I should try taking commissions like this sometime. Do let me know if any of you guys are interested.

What did I want to express in this story, sexually or otherwise?

The idea of Simba and Kovu being jocks, as well as the modern setting, was derived from Zourik's art. (By the way, after I wrote everything, I realised Kovu is holding a cigarette in the pic, not a piece of chalk…)

However, there is one thing I don't see often, and if at all in Lion King porn. Kovu is a very handsome man. But the reason I have found him so attractive is due to his darker fur. I think his brown fur portrays maturity. It's actually quite a masculine look. And while I do think body hair looks great on catdaddies, with Kovu, when you think about the contrast his fur gives off, body hair suits him so much better. Just imagining a thick black bush around his uncut cock sends me mental.

Like with the other jock stories I've written, the theme of “being proud to be a man" is prevalent.

I also want to admit that I've never watched The Lion King. However, I've always got a certain vibe from Kovu. Thus, I have developed his character in this way. Simba is quite well known, and he is easily lovable. But characters are far more interesting with flaws. More so if you can relate to them. As always, it would be inspired from my personal experience.

Did I do anything different while writing this story?

I took a different approach for writing the sex scenes. I utilised this “method" a lot in the past, especially when the channel was just starting out, but I took my time and waited to become extra horny so I could write them one-handed. The art just flicked the “wolf gooner" switch in me. The sex scenes are what propelled the creation of the story since it was planned to be another 4-part post in the channel.

But, after reading the feedback, I realised I should make more of an effort to publish longer ones like these. It's part of my goal to grow as a writer, anyway.

Just writing the “We're bros, right?" part and imagining Simba feeling up Kovu's hairy body from behind just made me cum instantly, the imagery was too strong…

I try to take advantage of this imagery as much as I can to create the most effective cum-spilling story.

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Pride Between Brothers

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Summer is upon us, and that makes for very horny, sweaty men. At least, that's what's in Kovu's mind right now as he continues his summer school studies.

“Surely if I move the equation over here, the answer could be something closer to what I was expecting…"

Though it may be old advice to some, the jocks of this fraternity in which Simba and Kovu are living certainly need to hear it: you shouldn't ever judge by appearance. For such a brawny man, Kovu has been blessed with a technical mind, and he's always eager to learn. In fact, out of the other men who live in the house with him, Kovu is usually the one to either: split up fights, resolve petty disputes, or be at the receiving end of a 'dare'. More than once, he's been approached by a curious wolf in the frat, who kissed him on the cheek as part of a 'truth or dare game' which was raging on downstairs. Kovu gets bothered by the noise of these boisterous men sometimes, but receiving a surprise peck on the cheek certainly makes him wish that, for once, he should close his book and participate in their schemes – if only to get doted on some more.

You see, Kovu has a secret. There is a reason why he refuses to participate in many conversations held between the other jocks, and he's certainly not about to “drop down his sweatpants to compare cocks" – a statement which he heard during one study night. This is because such actions could get him into more trouble than he knows. Despite the ever-present homoerotic vibes in the fraternity, Kovu believes these men are homophobic at heart, and they will not take kindly to the fact that his cock throbs at the thought of participating in a game of strip poker. Kovu would very much love to see the private parts of the other men who live here, and whether the stories of them being 'pussy destroyers' are true, which, when he first heard stories like these, he just chuckled to himself and waved the man off, knowing full well that he's more confident in his body than these other men are.

But is he better? Is there a reason he chooses to isolate himself from others?

“I'm better than them… Right?"

Kovu is a virgin. He is content to stay in his room, study, work hard… and then masturbate all night to his favourite gay porn, beating his big, black cock so hard you would think it owes him money.

It is because he is scared of other men that he refuses to interact with them. But there is one reason why he is still here… Out of all of the people in the house, he values Simba – a handsome, young man who has known him since childhood – above all rest.

While other jocks have tried to get to know Kovu, they usually don't hit the mark. That is because they are not genuine in their efforts. Simba, however, always checks in on his friend.

He would sit on the bedside and ask:

“What problem are you trying to solve now?"

“Are your exams going well?"

“Have you thought about what you'll do after university?"

Kovu has had many introspective conversations with Simba. And, he must admit, Simba has grown, much like himself. The two men – once scrawny, and afraid in their childhood, helped themselves up the ladder of life.

Though Simba has grown distant to the world of mathematics and education, Kovu has only got closer to it. While Simba indulges in the simple pleasures of life, Kovu swears them off. They are growing to be different… And that scares Kovu.

The thought, that someday, his only friend will leave him.

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It was a warm summer night. Kovu's room is that of a nerd's dream. Multiple movie and video game posters hung on the wall, and, as he was growing older, his interest in the universe and science department increased, whereas the satisfaction he got from solving an equation was diminishing each time.

Kovu has thought about this; the fact that his interests have changed over time. Perhaps it could be from the influence of his friend Simba, who listens to him more than anyone else about 'the extravagant nature of bees' to topics such as 'I wonder what really causes a black hole'. Simba would usually respond with a “non-answer", saying something which wouldn't contribute much to the conversation, and leave Kovu with more questions than answers. At first, the black lion was frustrated by this. He thought that Simba did not know the true meaning of 'debate', until Simba said something which stays with him even now.

“The most intelligent of people don't always press for answer. They simply expect the unknown."

Simba treats Kovu differently from the other men in the house. In fact, Simba's behaviour can switch from night and day. The skill to be extroverted, to put on a front, and to open yourself up to people… It is something which Kovu is envious of.

Simba, meanwhile, was growing concerned over his friend's social ability. But there is one thing certain…

He loves Kovu deeply.

Whether it be watching the sparkle in his eyes as he explains the circumference of a circle, or, during the few times where he interacts with the other men in the frat, surprising them with his intelligent outlook, Kovu is a man of many qualities, and it is quite a shame he is not aware of most of them, choosing instead to view everything as a problem that must be solved, whereas, in fact, life itself is entirely unpredictable.

Kovu cast his mind back to one of their many conversations the two had in his room.

“Kovu… What happens if you come across a problem that you can't solve?" Simba asked gently, being careful in his tone of voice as to not offend his precious friend. Despite being quite muscled, Kovu is the same man as Simba knew in childhood: shy, independent, and socially outcast.

Kovu seemed star-struck by Simba's tone, lowering his gaze from the numbers and circles on the board, and taking a seat on his bed to think about the question. After much thought, Kovu realised there is no answer to Simba's question.

“I… don't know," he replied.

Simba smiled, and gave his answer.

“That's because there are some things which can only be expressed from the heart."

And then, presumably overcome by embarrassment, Simba got up and left the room, leaving Kovu's jaw agape.

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It was the most intelligent thing Simba had ever said.

Kovu closed his eyes as he thought of his friend. Overcome by emotion, he sat himself down, and tried to stop the tears from falling from his eyes.

Everybody was out today. Even Simba.

For the first time in his life, Kovu felt truly alone.

And now, more than ever, he needs Simba… He needs his advice.

After squirreling himself away from the rest of the frat, he now craves to be with them. Kovu held his head in his hands for a few moments, lamenting the social outcast he has regressed into.

But Simba always saw this as a characteristic of Kovu – something that makes the lion a unique person.

He cast his mind back to another conversation the two had, during which Kovu expressed his concerns about making friends in the frat, when they first moved in together.

“There's no reason to be concerned, Kovu."

Simba gently put his arm over his friend's shoulder, pulling him close. Despite having great confidence in his studies, Kovu has no confidence in himself as a person.

“There are people out there who will love you for what you are."

Simba said, tilting Kovu's drooping chin up, smiling at his childish, sulking expression.

“So don't hide yourself from anyone, you hear? Some people like you the way that you are."

Kovu shrugged his shoulders playfully, a small smile forming.

“Then tell me, who really likes me the way that I am?"

Simba scratched the back of his head, gulping nervously and looking to the side. Kovu frowned. It was not like his friend to react in such a way.

“Well, me of course…" He said below his breath, as if he was afraid to admit it. Simba then raised his hands defensively, chuckling to himself.

“B-But, we're just bros!" He said, quickly leaving the room.

Once he heard the door close, Kovu sighed and smiled to himself, looking out of the window. Simba had a habit of leaving precarious situations like this. He hates feeling embarrassed.

“I wonder, Simba… Will I ever get to learn more about you?"

A year has now passed since that memory. It's hard to believe that time goes by so quickly, but for the two cats, it seems that life is just beginning. Kovu can still remember Simba's words and tone as clear as day. He really meant it. The special bond of friendship is what resonates with him the most, and Kovu treasures such a bond deeply. That is why he feels like a part of him is lost when Simba is not around.

Recalling his face, Kovu sobbed again.

“I simply can't imagine my life without you, Simba…"

Now that Simba is out enjoying a night of drinks and countless assuredly reckless activities as befitting one from a fraternity, Kovu feels like he's been forgotten about.

Of course, we ourselves know that Simba never stops thinking about Kovu.

Kovu shoots up once he hears the entrance door creak open, as well as heavy footsteps. Racing down the stairs, he comes into the kitchen only to find the man of his dreams chuntering away to himself, an empty bottle of beer in his hand.

“Ooooh… Faaccck…"

Kovu looked at Simba curiously. He's never seen him, well, drunk before.

“Well, he's all yours now, math man."

“Hah! He'll be in good company with his 'best bro', for sure."

Kovu gave a weak smile to the two jocks who were standing outside. They most likely dragged him back home.

One of them pointed to Simba.

“Caused a big racket, that one. Wouldn't stop spouting shit about 'the life of the universe' and all sorts of o' theories! Gahahaha!" The two jocks laughed heartedly to themselves.

Gears began to tick into Kovu's head.

_“There are people out there who will love you for what you are."

“So, don't hide yourself from anyone, you hear?"_

Even in the company of the jocks, Simba would still choose to be authentic and express his true self, something Kovu has seen him hide from the others until now.

In that moment, it was as if all sorrow had been flushed away from his heart. Kovu closed the door, bidding the men farewell.

“Perhaps you do care about me."

Simba, much like Kovu himself, has come to a realisation:

There is nothing wrong being yourself.

Shaking himself out of his deep thought, Kovu gasped once he saw Simba slumped against the drawer, carefully taking the glass bottle out of his hands and setting it on the side.

“Kovu… Kovuuuuuu…" Simba groaned.

“What? What is it?" The brown lion asked.

Simba did not respond, only drop his head down, burping.

Kovu sighed wistfully. He did not know how to deal with this situation. So, without thinking, he went back up to his room.

It only took Simba a few moments to realise he was alone in the kitchen, and he managed to stumble himself back up, hiccupping all the while.

“That… That bastard… Leaving me in the kitchen…"

Suddenly, Simba began to break out into a laugh. His laughter mixed with his chesty hiccups, making him giggle even harder.

“That is so like him… Hic! Hahaha…"

Simba was glad to be home.

Kovu decided that the best thing to do in the meantime is to continue his usual projects.

“Simba can sort himself out, right? He doesn't need me."

“Now that's he's home, I'm sure he's safe."

Just like before, Kovu couldn't stop thinking about him.

When he heard his bedroom door creak open, Kovu stopped his scribbling.

_Art source: [_https://e621.net/posts/2523846](https://e621.net/posts/2523846)

Before he could react, Simba grabbed Kovu from behind, wrapping his arms around him gently and purring in his ear. He rubbed his cock against his butt, feeling Kovu's big cheeks rubbing against his bulge, throbbing in anticipation of going balls deep in his juicy ass.

"Hey dude. What's up."

Kovu immediately gasped at the manner of his touch.

“Is he drunk, or is he really...?"

Simba salivated a bit, drool trickling down Kovu's cheek as he groaned out the words:

“We're bros , right?"

Kovu was stopped his tracks. He let his chalk fall to the floor and put one hand over Simba's arm, overwhelmed with pleasure from his tender touch.

"Y-Yeah, man... We're bros." Kovu replied, closing his eyes and moaning, letting himself get groped by his best friend. Simba certainly knows all the soft spots of a man.

“Even if he is drunk… I won't get a chance like this often. I better make the most of it."

He kept opening his eyes to see what Simba would do next.

Simba smelt deeply of his friend's dark mane, and it only took Kovu a few seconds to realise that the big cat was horribly drunk from the scent of his breath alone.

Simba's hand managed to snake through Kovu's wavering grip, the younger lion shaking like a leaf. He's never been touched like this before, especially not by a fellow man.

"Y-You're brave, Simba- mgh!"

Down the sweatpants go.

Kovu can't even say anything to stop him now, because, in this intoxicated state, nothing will deter Simba from what he really wants: Kovu's big black dick.

Simba reached his other hand down to explore Kovu's pube-infested crotch. Once he found his crotch to be covered in hairs, the pubes feeling soft but modestly thick at the same time, Simba drew his hand back from Kovu's musky sweatpants and inhaled his palm, his nostrils flaring. Noticing that Simba was starting to lose his grip a bit, either from the fact that he is still drunk, or drunk in another way (on his musk!), Kovu held onto Simba tighter than ever.

"Shit man. I always knew you were hairy as fuck down there." Simba growled, rubbing his nose against his friend's mane again. Kovu whimpered, a light blush rising in his cheeks. In truth, he doesn't know what people think about his hairy crotch. He's not been with a woman, and well... This is the first time he's getting touched in such a way.

"Do you like it...?" Kovu shyly asked. Despite knowing that Simba is not in his right mind, Kovu cares deeply for his opinion. Opportunities like these don't come around often. Simba shoved his hand down Kovu's furry crotch again, this time using his other hand to go underneath his tank top, caressing his muscles, and appreciating the light hairs on top of them as well.

"I fucking love it." He growled out.

Kovu closed his eyes, overcome with happiness.

"I can't be dreaming..."

Overcome with lust, Simba forced his hands down to draw Kovu's sweatpants under his cock and balls, and he's sure glad he did.

When that thick, black cock came bouncing back with a bead of pre slapping against Kovu's fuzzy stomach, Simba's eyes widened with awe.

"You are way sexier than I thought you were, bro. Plus, you're fucking massive."

Kovu gasped, his voice growing hoarse, instead choosing to relax his body in Simba's embrace. He would offer himself fully to him.

"R Really, man... Do you think that...?"

"Yeah, dude..." Simba whispered, lowering his voice as well.

A slight nudge of the elbow made Kovu twist around in the big cat's iron grip, and now the two men were facing one another, blushing, and breathing hard in each other's faces. Simba affectionately drew Kovu's hair back.

"You know what, man? You've always been like a real brother to me."

Simba leaned in close for a kiss, which Kovu affectionately returned, closing his eyes with him. The kiss was tender, light and indicative of their true love between one another.

Then Simba's paws scaled up Kovu's ripped front again, appreciating the texture of fuzzy hairs against his hand.

"I'm so damn glad you don't shave." Simba said, his eyes focusing on his lover as the two men brought their foreheads close together. In this moment, it was as if Simba was never drunk at all. There is a sense of clarity and truth about him.

Simba drew Kovu's tank top over his shoulders, granting him a full view of his dark, hairy front. Immediately, Simba wrapped his big arms around his bro-dude once again, licking his nipples up to his neck. His other hand scaled over his stomach, appreciating how flat and muscled he was.

"You're hiding too much beef in here," Simba growled, a thick trail of spit left over Kovu's body, matting the hairs down.

Kovu was shook by a sense of pride he has never felt before. The pride of masculinity. He has always been very unsure of his dark hairs, which is why Kovu has made every effort to hide it. But from Simba's encouragement, he has never felt so confident about his body before.

This worship continued for a while before Simba just sighed and stopped. Slowly re-opening his eyes, Kovu was surprised to see Simba falling his knees, untightening Kovu's sweatpants so that his balls dangle more freely.

"S-Simba...!" Kovu cried out, overcome with love for his brother. Simba just chuckled and put his finger over his mouth, indicating for the excited fellow to be silent.

"Do you want the other bros of the frat to find out? You're all mine."

Though the pressure was released from beneath, Kovu's balls quickly stuck to his thighs under this heat. In fact, much of the reason why Simba is so horny now is simply because of the summer rut.

Licking his lips, Simba got ready to do that which he does best: giving head. He started by licking Kovu's hairy balls, covering them in a good slathering of spit. Kovu has a certain scent to him. Kind of like chocolate, or dark wood. This scent is most heavy around his crotch, and it's only amplified by the pure scent of his black cock.

Kovu was overcome with sensation when he felt Simba's maw wrap around his cock. Not knowing what to do, he let his arms drop by his sides as his best friend deepthroated his cock, his lips smacking with a mix of juicy spit and precum. Simba's eyes were hungry; that of someone who needs to be fed. It was a struggle for Kovu, a virgin getting a first-time blowjob from a man, his childhood friend and secret sweetheart no less, to not cum immediately into his wet, spit-laden maw the second his tongue graced his cock.

"Fuck, you're so thick." Simba growled out, amazed that his jaw was getting sore already.

Kovu's whole body was trembling, struggling to process this new feeling, of a man on his cock. He squinted his eyes shut and open a few times to make sure he wasn't dreaming, because this is exactly like the types of dreams he has after a full night of study.

“Mmfff… All work, no-ahh-play for you, ishn't there?" Due to his intoxicated state, and from the fact that having your mouth stuffed with cock makes it hard to speak, whatever Simba said went over Kovu's head completely.

That's probably for the best, as his body is struggling to process more than one thing at the moment anyway.

Kovu's hands trembling, he set his left paw on top of Simba's head, and combed his fingers through his luscious hair as Simba continued to throat his 8.5-incher like it was no big deal, his lips sucking and squeezing around his thick coloured shaft, head bobbing from the pube-infested base to the pink, angry tip of his cock in a rhythmic motion. Every time Simba throated Kovu's BBC to the base, his smooth chin rubbed against his hairy nuts, causing his ball hair became matted with spit within a few gulps.

Now that the initial shock had passed, Kovu finally took control of himself, and helped Simba in the best way he knew how:

Forcing his head on his cock and thrusting in time with his throat.

While such a description makes you think of Kovu roughly taking Simba by the mane and forcing him to suck his big black cock, into the muzzle where it rightly belongs, Kovu is, at heart, a gentle man who would do naught to hurt his friend.

That's why he felt so guilty at first.

“Simba, please Sorry if I go too hard but I NEED this! You feel so good! Kovu cried.

Simba closed his eyes and smelt deeply of his lover's scent as he was shoved into Kovu's dark pube forest more times than he could count; by far the favourite part of sucking cock is to know that you're sucking a man off, and Simba did not mind that Kovu's pube hairs were tickling against his cheek, as this is just a testament to his masculinity.

The deep, earthly smell that he had smelt so many times in his room before was now readily apparent before him.

“So, this is where the smell comes from. Oh, Kovu, how many loads have you blown in the air without me?"

What Simba loved most of all is Kovu's dark brown pube bush at the base of his cock, sucking his meat deeper just to press his nose against Kovu's curls.

When Kovu saw half of Simba's muzzle disappear into his curly bush, that's when he knew. He's a man. He deserves this.

And so, Kovu took hold of Simba's mane firmly, without regret, knowing that the big cat is purring below. He forced him up and down his cock for a few strokes before Simba couldn't take it anymore and had to pull back for some fresh air. This afforded a perfect opportunity for Kovu to look upon Simba's handsome face, the very same face that he's jerked himself off to countless times, and to know that Simba is now panting before him, flushed and hungry, ready for cum. Ready for his brother's sperm.

“Fuck! I love you so much, bro!"

His cock kept shooting out spunk, hitting Simba's muzzle, his face, his cheek, everywhere. His handsome lion friend was getting slathered in his spunk.

Simba could tell from the smell of the spunk, as well as it's thickness, that it had been a while since Kovu blown a load. He licked up what he could from his lips, muzzle, and the sides of his face, and then he slurped some extra loads of spunk from his fingers for good measure, making sure that no drop of Kovu's masculine spunk was wasted.

“So much testosterone…"

Overcome with exhaustion, Kovu sighed and slumped on the bed, letting his arm fall over the side of the bed, his cum-covered cock, still mostly hard, resting against his furry abs. Simba soon crawled onto the bed with him, licking up the residue of spunk that was left over on his uncircumcised black cock, hooking his tongue under Kovu's foreskin to get out as much spunk as he can.

Kovu groaned and laughed instinctively, like he was being tickled. But his laughter was brought forth from pure euphoria as well.

Simba's eyes remained half-closed, presumably the effects of the alcohol reaching him at last, and dozed off without a second thought, leaving Kovu to lay on the bed next to him with his chest heaving and breath panting, begging for more.

However, the moment he looked upon the sleeping and peaceful expression of Simba, his heart was filled with joy. Smiling, he parted Simba's hair apart and kissed him on the forehead.

“I love you," he whispered, closing his eyes, and listening to the sound of his friend's breathing to lull him to sleep.

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Kovu awoke quietly to the sound of birds twittering, the sunlight beaming down upon his eyes from the open curtains of his room. He turned his head and was surprised to find Simba cuddling him from behind, his big arms embraced around him like they did before, only this time it felt even more loving. Kovu smiled and closed his eyes, curling up next to the tender embrace of his newfound lover.

Kovu was then rudely awoken from his door swinging open as a wolf from the frat saw the two cuddling in bed. His eyes immediately widened, and he laughed out loud, pointing at the two mockingly.

“Bro! That's fucking gay! Gahaha!"

Kovu did not seem impressed, frowning at the man and ordering him to be quiet. Instead of fleeing and waking the other jocks up to tell them about 'two nerds of the house are cuddling', he gulped and closed the door shut behind him, putting his hands against the door and looking at the two like he's never seen them before in his life.

“So… How long have you guys been fucking?" He whispered, looking at Kovu apologetically. Kovu sighed and put his head in his hands.

Simba grumbled awake from the sound, sitting straight up on the bed, and cracking his back.

“Augh! Oh, fuck…" Simba's head was pulsating, no doubt due to the effects of the alcohol last night.

“I'll get some water. Sorry." The wolf said, shutting the door behind him to race downstairs.

Simba looked at Kovu confused, to which Kovu simply rolled his eyes and put his hands behind his back.

“That was Dexter." Kovu knew who the man was because he was the very same person who rushed up to his room one day to give him a peck on the cheek, as part of the jocks' 'truth or dare' game.

“You know, during that night, were you guys really playing truth or dare?"