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At two o'clock in the afternoon on Friday after Thanksgiving, Toby appeared at the door of the gym, ready to collect me for our weekend of fun. I was finishing up the communications log for my shift when I looked up and saw him. "Hey, babe! Just give me a couple minutes to finish my entry, and then I'm off." Toby smiled, and meandered over to the rail at the side of the lobby, to ogle the sparse gym rats.

"Small crowd," he said. "Looks like just your regular die-hards."

"Yeah," observed Nadine. She'd been here since lunch to work off her own Thanksgiving meal, and was getting set up behind the counter. "Everyone's prol'y shopping, sleeping in, or ate so much they can't make their way here, just yet. I 'xpect it'll pick up this evening."

I jotted a few things down, then passed the book off to Nadine. Geoffrey came in to the booth at that point. "Hey, Craig. All set for a fun evening?"

I giggled and blushed. "Just about. Thanks again for letting me swap shifts with you!"

"Think nothing of it. I hate Black Friday, and there's only two places I want to be: home, or at work. Preferably home, because that means I don't have to deal with the traffic, either. But absolutely anywhere beats going to a mall or big box store. Now you'd best get out of here, though, before I change my mind and decide I just want to be at home on a gray day like today, curled up with some cocoa in my easy chair!"

"Nonsense!" said Toby, coming over to the counter. "Everyone knows you can't stand sitting still that long. You're probably going to work out three times this shift."

Geoffrey bowed his long neck and smiled. "Oh, probably. But that doesn't mean I don't dream of my easy chair. Especially on gray, cold days. Even while I'm working out!"

"Whatever, dude!" Toby turned to me. "Now, get over here, loverboy. We've got a date to keep."

"You don't have to tell me twice," I grinned. I looped around the back to grab my coat, and by time I was back up front, I had it on and zipped up. Toby and I exchanged a quick kiss, and we were out the door.

"You've come a long way, you know," he said to me as we got in the Jimmy. I glanced over my shoulder and saw our bags were in the back.

"What do you mean," I questioned.

"A month ago, you wouldn't think of giving me a kiss when I picked you up, even a quick peck like that." His smile was earnest, not teasing, and I decided not to pursue the humor.

"Thanks," I said. "Geoffrey, Nadine, and the gang have done a lot to make me feel comfortable. Besides, I know a good portion of our clients are also gay, and some are happily open about it, and it doesn't bother anyone in the gym, so I figure I'm safe."

"Fair enough," Toby observed.

"Besides, it's too hard to resist that face!" I giggled, pinching his cheeks in my paw as we waited at a red light.

"Hey, hey! Don't molest the driver!" Toby raised his elbows and tried to fend me off.

"We're stopped; you're fine! But we won't be, so you'd best get your hands back on the wheel!" I leaned in and kissed him, and then the light changed, so he had to move.

"How about lunch before we hit the hotel? We can't check in until three."

"Sounds good to me."

Lunch seemed to fly by, despite our best effort to take our time. But we managed to get to the hotel at 2:55. We wandered in and approached the desk, in no hurry. The doe at the desk greeted us, and congratulated us on winning the costume contest. She also presented us with a picture that the school's dance committee had provided, and requested our autographs. We happily signed, joking about how we'd soon be famous and that picture would more than pay for the cost of the room. The clerk laughed with us, and then framed the picture and hung it on the wall behind the desk. That made us both glow, and earned me a kiss from my tiger. She presented us with our keys and told us that there would be a bottle of champagne in the room, also courtesy of the dance committee, and that anything else we required would be just a phone call away, then she smiled and wished us a pleasant night.

We found the room, where Toby led the way in. He immediately turned on the hot water to fill the whirlpool tub, while I blasted a message off to Professor Druff with the door number. Then we settled our bags by the bed. Toby suggested that he could set the bar in the door so Professor Druff could let himself in, which I added in a second text, and we lost no time stripping down to our fur and getting in to the still filling hot tub. My phone pinged and I checked it. "Druff says, 'acknowledged. I am on my way.'" It pinged again. "E.T.A., about twenty minutes." Then I tossed the phone across to the bed, lest it get water damage, and snuggled back against my tiger as the tub finished filling.

"Hmmm, this is nice," he drawled. I nodded. His eyes were closed, but he could feel my head moving against his shoulder. "You really have come a long way," he brought up the conversation, again. "In September, I could feel the tension in you, even when you were relaxed, you were so taught. But you're practically melted against me, right now."

"Well, we are in a hot tub," I pointed out. "But thank you. And yes, I feel like I'm finally getting somewhere. In one sense, it's been way too long to get over Michael. But in another sense, I feel like it's only been an eyeblink." I leaned back and licked the bottom of his muzzle. "But I couldn't have done any of it without you, and the support of the gang."

"We've just been keeping you standing, really. You're doing all the forward movement. I'm so proud of you, Craig."

My tail thumped about at that, stirring the glassy water and making the steam swirls dance about.

"Well, and it's not just that. But being here, with you, in Lincoln... I feel like, I don't have to be afraid anymore, like I was in Utah. Even with a jerk like Michael, he wasn't trying to hurt me as much as just use me. I wasn't in real danger for my life with him. I'm out of reach of The Dawgs, here, and that's huge."

"This is true." Toby kissed me on the crown of my head. "You're more relaxed since you've been since I met you. I'm so glad for it."

"And you, you big lug," I opened my eyes and looked up at him. "I can tell you're much happier here. I mean, you love your family and you love St. George, there's no doubt about that. But you are more free, here. More... you."

Toby smiled. "That's a strange, yet powerful complement, coming from someone who first met me as I was leaving here last."

"It's hard to explain, I guess. But I feel like you're more open with yourself, I guess."

"Vel, I feel I should perhaps be leaving you two alone," came a voice from across the room." We both jumped, but looked up to see a huge tiger coming through the door. He flipped the bar and quietly let the door close tight behind him.

"Druff!" we both called, happily.

"Good afternoon, boys." Unusual for him, the professor was dressed in mostly tight, black leather. He took off a small leather riding cap. "Would you like some time? I could perhaps come back in an hour or two."

"Nonsense," said Toby. "Come in, come in!"

"Yes! We're glad to see you," I added. "Toby and I actually get plenty of private time at home. We're here because we want you to join us."

"The hot tub is fabric-free," said Toby. "No clothing allowed. Especially leather."

"I see," said Professor Druff, noting the pile of clothes already strewn across the bed. He made a show of neatly folding each thing he removed and laying it carefully on the boudoir next to the television, his shoes resting, toes inward, beneath them.

My tail thumped the tub again at the eyeful he made for us crossing the room, and I was pretty sure he was actually flexing when he stepped over the lip of the tub. I caught my tongue hanging out. "Hmm. Warm in this tub, isn't it?" I covered. Toby chuffed at me, and The Druff settled on the other side, making me a fox sandwich between two hunky slabs of tiger meat. Toby reached out and activated the whirlpool jets. The party had officially started.

"How was your holiday, boys?" Druff inquired, as I drew him in against me.

"Pretty quiet," I said. "We went out to the farm that belongs to Tiffany's boyfriend's brother. There were just the six of us, and we didn't make too much of a deal of it, since everyone was pretty much wanting a retreat."

"This is a curious holiday to me," said The Druff. "I like the idea of being grateful for what you have, don't get me wrong. But why does one celebrate gratitude with gluttony?"

"That's a good point," laughed Toby. "I'm afraid I have no good answer for you."

"Me neither," I concurred.

"Such fine young fellows as yourselves, it seems to me you wouldn't enjoy much overeating so," he continued.

"Naw, we didn't stuff ourselves too badly," I agreed.

"We had a beef pot roast," Toby added, "rather than the giant, traditional meal, too. Not a huge feast, just a nice dinner. And then supper, too. Though we did take a couple scratch-built pies to share. Brought part of one with us here, too, in fact."

"I look forward to sampling it," said our friend. "And to sampling you two again, too."

My paw drifted over his crotch, feeling his member already swelling beneath the water. "You say that like you have to wait," I prompted.

"This is true," he said. "Perhaps I don't." With that, he flattened his ears against his head, closed his nostrils, and dove under the water. In a moment, I felt his smooth lips sliding over my flesh. It was a fascinating feeling, since the water was already so warm. His lips actually felt a little cool in comparison. It sent a shiver down my spine that made Toby squirm behind me. His paws slid around my chest and pinched my nipples as I caressed the back of Druff's head, careful not to press, lest he feel trapped under the water. In a moment, I felt him release and his dripping head crested the surface again.

"It is hard to stay under with the jets blowing against my ears," he said. "But that was a good start." I felt his paw close around my shaft, and saw him reaching for Toby's as well. My tiger leaned back and hummed at the submerged touch. We stayed like that for a few moments, and I felt Toby's paw find Druff's shaft the same time mine did. His shaft was plenty thick enough that we could both attend to it, caressing and rubbing it as it dangled beneath the tiger before us beneath the steaming water. He leaned forward and met Toby with a kiss over my shoulder, and I began to nibble on the side of his neck. Druff let out a chuff at this, and I felt his heavy cock throb in my paw. Both of us let out a giggle before going back to our attentions on the older tiger.

We took our time with this, snuggling and cuddling variously, swapping who was in front and who was getting attention, sometimes making it a circle jerk, and sometimes putting all of the attention on one or another of our little triad. But one thing was for certain, at no point did anyone feel like a third wheel as we swapped from position to position. Finally, Druff had backed up onto the rim of the tub and leaned back against the wall as Toby and I worked on his crotch. I lapped at his balls and taint while Toby sucked on his shaft. Both of us let our paws explore his sculpted belly and well-formed chest, until he began to grunt and moan, and in a few more moments, he pressed on both of our heads as his shaft erupted with sticky, white fluid that smeared across both of our muzzles. He lay back and admired as we stood and lapped the mess off our faces.

"Well, that was quite a good time, gentlemen," said Druff, looking at us both.

"An excellent warmup, I'd say," Toby agreed. "But we have the room all night; I'd say we're just getting started."

"Oh, I certainly didn't mean that I thought it was over," Druff nodded. "It's only, what, half of six? Indeed, we've plenty of time to enjoy each other's company, yet."

"But how about a dinner break?" I offered. "Give you some time to recharge, and we can all dry off before our next fun activity."

"Speaking of such," said our professor, "I've brought some things you may find fun, if you're interested."

"Do tell," I asked.

"No, no, no. That would ruin the surprise," he leered at me.

Toby moved next to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. "Nothing harmful, I hope," he checked.

"Of course not, though some of them could be so if misused. I am always very careful, and will ensure that no harm comes to either of you," we were assured. "But let us eat, first, shall we?"

Taking out the supplies we had brought from the small refrigerator in the room, and using the microwave on the counter, we managed to serve a fairly decent portion of beef roast. Professor Druff was quite complementary, and very little was left by time all three of us were sated. We decided to save the pie for later, though the whipped cream might come in handy before we actually started dessert, depending on what our friend had brought, and was hiding in that bag he had set by the door.