One Night in an Empty Bathroom
Disclaimer: If you are not of the appropriate age or don't like m/m action, go away. This story involves two felines getting it on consensually. Have fun.
"Come on! I know you can make it, only one more mile to go." Shawn pleaded with his car. He had known when he passed a sign that said the next gas station was 60 miles off that it was gonna be a real close one. It definitely sounded as though it was now running on fumes, the Siamese cat now just begging and encouraging his Corolla to just squeeze one more mile out of what was left in the fueltank. The gas station was in view now, but it was still about 800 yards off; another full half mile that he had to somehow hope he could get to.
Shawn could hear the car start to sputter, and seeing no traffic lights in the distance, nor a single car, the feline decided to use what was left to hopefully get him enough speed to coast to or at least really close to the gas station. He nailed the throttle, slamming his paw on the gas pedal, still being smart enough to leave his other focused on the brakes in case someone did show up out of nowhere. The car lurched forward, now going 30....40.....48..."echhcemmememhh" The spedometer stopped moving clockwise and proceeded to slowly make its way back down. The corolla was completely out of juice, and now with 300 yards to go, he had to hope it had enough steam to get to the building.
The Siamese cat breathed a sigh of relief as he turned into the gas station's driveway, the spedometer still at 25, and coasted into one of the lots, softly hitting the brake to ease the exhausted machine to a pump. Shawn sighed, knowing he had dodged a huge bullet; he was toned quite well, but he didnt have the muscles to push the one and a half ton toyota up the driveway, plus trying to push and turn it at the same time would have been a bitch. A thought then hit him, he still had a large gas can in the trunk. "Oh my god, I'm a freaking idiot." Shawn smacked a paw into his face and then just started laughing.
When he finally settled down, he decided it was time to do what he had come here to do. He climbed out of the driver's seat, leaned over and popped the gas lever. As he hopped out of the door, still chuckling to himself, he pulled out his wallet. Being 2am in the morning, the gas station itself was closed, but the pumps still accepted credit 24/7. As Shawn waited for the pump to fill, he started to get an undeniable urge. He chuckled even harder to himself, "Well, guess once I'm done filling the car up, time to go take a shit."
Fourteen gallons later and the pump clicked, signaling that his car was full. As always, the Siamese cat pushed in the lever once more and waited for it to fill his car up about another quarter gallon before clicking again. Pulling the pump out, he paid with his card, closed up the notch and then went to the bathroom they had on the outside of the building. He stopped for a second to admire the wonderful weather. The temperature had to be somewhere around 55 degrees, no clouds, and a perfect slow breeze to match it. Taking a few deep breaths, Shawn purred at the feeling of the of the wind rustling through his short fur.
The Siamese stood at a height of 68 inches, weighing a healthy 160lbs. He was always particular about looking good, and made sure his clothes matched either his body, or just his mood. Right now he was sporting a white, long sleeve, polo with brown jeans and a black belt. All in all, looking quite spiffy tonight, he thought to himself. Then he groaned as the urge to purge himself of yesterday's digested dinner hit him hard. Quickly running to the bathroom, he flipped open the door and ran into one of the stalls.
He groaned a sigh of relief five minutes later, getting up and flushing the toilet, feeling as though he was ten pounds lighter. He opened the door and kind of jumped. A cougar was in there washing his hands, wearing a dark blue sweater with tan pants and a black belt. He looked pretty chill, but simply turned around and greeted Shawn
"Howdy there, didn't mean to startle ya, just felt the need to clean my hands a bit. What are you doing out here at this hour of the night?" Shawn recomposed himself and cheerfully responded, "Well, I'm on my way to the small house I bought out in northern Montana, so I'm doing some night driving here and there to get there quicker. Plus, I like driving at night as it is."
"I can hear ya on that one. I don't do much driving, I don't really have too many places that I travel around in, just got a nice cottage up in the woods, do my own hunting from there. I'd rather get my own food, it's just something in my blood from the feral side of my kind, I like to support myself. I reckon it is not as strong in your blood as you are from the domesticated side."
"Nope, can't say I disagree with you too much on that one, I normally just buy my food, but I think it's strong enough within me because I love cooking it, so in a way, I'm still doing the stuff myself, I mean, microwave dinners? That's just filth in a plastic tray." The cougar laughed back, "I might say that kind of stuff for food made from storeboughten ingredients, but then again, you might be such a good cook that your food would change me."
"Well, I can't say my cooking is overwhelmingly good, but it's sure as hell an improvement from the quick meals and hamburger helpers, though I will admit to enjoying the occasional pizza from some of the top companies, but it's still made by hand, just not by mine, so it ain't too bad."
The cougar simply nodded back, "I'll admit it. So many people told me that pizza was just awesome, so I tried it once. Pepperoni just doesn't stack up to fresh venison, nor does sausage to fresh links of wild boar that you took down yourself. I work here as a sculptor and do some drawing and painting here and there. I really appreciate the beautiful things in life, like this night. The weather is just awesome."
"Oh, I agree completely. It couldn't be any better than it is tonight. No clouds, one can only look up in this low lit town and see thousands of stars out in the sky. Not to mention the breeze, oh my god, it feels so good blowing across my fur. By the way, I'm working as a computer engineer, but it's more of a filler job to hold me over until I'm finished with the book I'm writing. Can't really make writing a profession until I hit it big with one. Thought I'd tell you since you told me about what you do."
The cougar gave a slight nod in agreement, and then stopped talking. His eyes locked with Shawn's and the Siamese cat realized he was having a hard time pulling his own away from the emerald ones looking into his own. After a bit, the silence moved on from awkward to uncomfortable for Shawn, until the cougar's eyes broke from his and slowly moved down, as if he was gazing over the Siamese's body. Finally the cougar looked up again and spoke up. "You remember when I said that I appreciated the beautiful things in life? Well, you're one of them."
That statement came across with so much meaning yet blunt commitment to it, that Shawn couldn't even disagree. The cougar slowly made his way over to the stunned and surprised feline. "It's okay, don't look so shocked. I mean what I say. Biggest question I have for you then is this. Why isn't there a girl in you car?" Shawn stuttered a little before regaining himself a little. "It's a long story. It'd probably take too long to tell."
The cougar laughed it off, "It's 2:30am in the bathroom of a closed gas station, who else is gonna hear it, and who cares about the time? Go ahead, unless it's too much for you, would you mind telling it?" The Siamese cat debated in his head for a couple moments, until he felt a velvet paw on his shoulder. Looking up, he saw those beautiful green eyes and he could feel that there wasn't any need to worry, that things would be just fine. Finally breaking the silence, Shawn opened up to the puma.
"Well, I'm just not comfortable around girls. I still like them, but I just kind of have this fear of getting intimate with them now." "Huh, may I ask why that is?" Shawn sighed; he didn't like telling this part, kinda made him shiver each time, wondering what might have happened. Taking a deep breath, he continued. "Well, one time, I got this date with an absolutely stunningly gorgeous calico. Real friendly, absolutely nice and everything. We continued on for about three weeks until one day, she asked me if I would like to come over to her house and 'play around' for the night. It didn't take long for me to know what she meant."
"She wanted you to fuck her."
"Well yes, but it wasn't just a 'I'm in heat, you have a dick, so let's take care of this' kind of proposition. She knew I was a virgin and she had been through a couple boyfriends before, so she knew what to do. She made it sound like she really wanted me to have a fun first time. Well, to cut it all out, I went to her house that night and we started moving along, doing some foreplay. Suddenly, the door to the room just flies open, apparently her father's flight out on his business trip had been cancelled and he was back.
Suffice to say, he really disliked the fact that I was with his daughter. He came in there with a baseball bat. I motioned for her to run, and then just jumped at him."
"What happened after that?" Shawn just shuddered, knowing what he was about to tell was something he had never told anyone else before. "He blocked me pretty easily, knocked me to the ground. I ended up getting up in perfect time for that metal bat to smash me in the chest, knocking all the wind from me, as well as rendering me almost paralyzed for a short time.
I don't know what came over him, he could have just given me the beating of a lifetime, but instead, while i was laying there, I remember him sitting on top of my back and just yanking my jaw up, leaving my mouth wide open. He shoved a rag down my throat, down far enough that I would have gagged if not for how much it was blocking the passageway. Then he grabbed some rope and just tied my jaw shut, tight enough that I had no chance of opening it again, couldn't even hardly make a sound. He grabbed both of my arms, pulling them behind my back and clamping down on them with one of his paws. Pulled me up and just started punching me in the chest. After about five or six just vicious punches, he let go of my arms and just smashed me in the cheek with a left hook.
Only thing I remember after that is some more movement, crashing through glass and then landing on the ground. I don't know where the energy came from, probably just an insane amount of adrenaline being desperately pumped through my body. I somehow got up and just started running, doing everything I could to get away. After about five minutes, I just fell, completely exhausted, managing to untie the rope and get that rag out of my throat, and just spent the next half hour laying there filling my lungs up with all the oxygen I could get."
The cougar just looked back at him, paw still on his shoulder. The paw started to move, firmly squeezing the muscles there, then slowly began to knead the tendons. Shawn moaned as the contact felt so good. It had been years since he had allowed anyone to touch him in anyway other than a handshake. The cougar took that as a sign to continue, rubbing up towards the back of his neck, softly caressing the fur there, massaging the muscles that just begged for more attention. A second paw made its way to the Siamese cat's back, pulling him closer, softly but firmly enough to cause Shawn to take a step forward.
The cougar gazed into his eyes, once again, those brilliant shines of green just mesmorizing to Shawn. Finally, the feeling was just too good, and Shawn closed his eyes, leaning into the cougar, nuzzling his head against the wildcat's shoulder. The massaging continued and then the second paw began softly running through his fur, gently scratching his back. Shawn moaned luxiously, the pleasure just numbing his mind. He knew there was something weird about this, but he couldn't concentrate well enough on that to figure out what is was. Finally after what felt like an eternity's worth of heaven, it clicked; he was being massaged by a male.
The Siamese cat jolted out of his slumber and looked at the cougar again. What was surprising to him was that he wasn't even mad at the tan wildcat, all he could feel was a sense of curiosity, maybe a hint of hesitance and possible cautiousness. "What is your name?" That was the first question that came to his mind, as he realized he didn't even know that yet. "Name's Tiburon, though most of my friends just call me Tibby. Yours?" "Shawn. Can I ask you one question?" The cougar just nodded back. "Of course. What is it?"
"You said that you appreciated the beauty in life, and then went on later to say how I was one of those things. What exactly is it about me that you find beutiful?" Tiburon smiled back. "I was hoping a question like that might come out of your mouth. I find you beautiful for many reasons. Hmmmm, but where to start..oh I know, from the top. First, your head, I love the size of your muzzle, not too long, but it's not pushed in too much, your little fangs are just shining white, obvious to me that you have taken care of them. The combination of colors is just vivid; you have the short dark brown fur on your face and ears which kind of subconciously draw one to look at the eyes. And oh my god, your eyes. They sparkle with a radiant, but still slightly dull glare. Just a perfect sapphire that needs just a little bit of polishing. After of which, I would rather look at them than at any other jewel in the world.
Then your creamy, rich, thick fur that travels from the top of your head down to behind your neck and then to your back. The clothes you wear match the colors of your body in such a delightful way, that white of the shirt standing out in contrast to the cream and then the tan pants softly creating a hybrid color between the dark brown and cream. And then, stretching on out are your paws, covered in those cute darker colored mittens and socks of the dark brown ending with ebony black claws. Claws that are still sharp, which I love to see, because it means that you still value yourself as a cat and are retaining the feral weapons given to you for defense as well as attack.
Finally, your long flowing tail. It is just the finishing touch and of course, to match the rest of your body's spectacular color changing, it once again jumps away from the creaminess of your back, flowing outward in a beautiful brown. All in all, you are absolutely perfect. Not too skinny, but nothing bulges out unnaturally. Ohh, and your lips too, th...."
Shawn just couldn't handle it anymore, no one had ever complimented him like this, never said anything that had boosted his self confidence so much and made him feel so awesome, so wanted. As soon as the cougar in front of him mentioned the word 'lips', the Siamese cat lost it. Cutting off the rest of Tiburon's sentence, Shawn helped the cougar describe his lips in a way no words could ever do justice for. Catching the puma by surprise, Shawn moved his head forward and brought his lips to the tan cat's own. The Siamese cat no longer cared that the feline he was kissing was of his own gender, and that in most places, an interaction like this would be frowned upon. All he cared about now was keeping this cougar in contact with him, to just never let him go.
The surprised look on Tiburon's face quickly turned into one of sparkling joy and then of exploding want. The hand behind Shawn's head pushed hard against the back of his skull, Shawn only all too happy to oblige to deepening the kiss. Tiburon began to run his tongue against the sparkling fangs of the Siamese, encouraging him to open up and let his member in. After a little bit of prodding, Shawn got the message and spread his jaws open, only too happy to let it in. Muffled moans began emanating out of the two as the kiss began to deepen more and more. The puma grabbed hold around the cream cat's waist and pulled him into his own, grinding his large and throbbing cougarhood against the equally hard, albiet smaller cathood of Shawn's.
The Siamese feline was losing control of the situation, but even his long suppresed feline instincts weren't even telling him that it was a bad thing. Each dry thrust from the cougar could be felt through the four layers of fabric, but it wasn't staying dry for long. Shawn was so high on pleasure, so overwhelmed by the sensations that every grind upward and every grind downward was causing him to leak precum all over himself, down his hot meat, over his balls and into his crotch fur. Tiburon noticed this and just gave the cream and dark brown cat an evil grin, beginning to simply grind at a torturingly slow pace, easing down the kiss to a pace more of deep passion of slow, but ever growing desire.
Shawn mrowled, hissing as the heat within his loins just became unbearable, each slow thrust causing his cock to burn in ecstasy. The dribbles had turned into little spurts now, drenching is crotch as he felt the clear fluid dribble down his balls, into his groin fur and then very quickly began dripping off of his soaked fur. "Please, oh god, please stop it. It feels so good, but I want to actually feel your meat against mine directly. It's just too constricting in these pants." The cougar smiled again, but this time it was out of love and sparkling mischief. "I would love to let our two members feel each other up, my little kitten."
Shawn loved it, he was basking in every single moment. Tiburon spoke those words in a way that simply invoked affection, rather than in a way that made the Siamese cat feel any inferiority. Maybe he could describe it as a way of expressing how much he wanted to make Shawn feel great, just a sign saying that 'yes, I am in control, but I'm going to use this control to protect you and give to you the best night of your life.'
Tiburon's paws moved down from his neck and back and slowly glided to his two ass cheeks, giving each a little squeeze before one lifted and then disappeared underneath his boxers and the other made its way to the front of the pants and began fumbling with the buttons. Seconds later, the zippers were undone and Tiburon pulled the two throbbing dicks out from their respective prisons. Shawn gasped as the cold air in the bathroom glided over his drizzled dick and balls, such a sensitive duet the two had become. A warm paw softly drew it out and then Shawn clamped his paws around Tiburon's shoulders as one of the cougar's paws began softly scritching his tail while the other brought the two dicks together and began stroking up and down the two poles of meat.
Shawn hissed in pleasure, writhing in the ecstasy he felt from someone else touching his cathood, and even more so while it was pressed against the thick, strong cougarhood of the cat stroking the two. The pre was flowing freely from Shawn's member, just a constant fountain of the slick, sweet juice, as if it was an udder from a cow and each strong stroke across urged more to flow out. The pain began to burn so much so that he had to release the built up pleasure somehow, but Tiburon refused to let the Siamese cat climax so soon, slowing down the stroking and relaxing the pressure to where he was just massaging the two members, each time he hit the tip, a quiet spurting noise could be heard as more pre spat out of the overstimulated dick.
Shawn began to catch his breath again, moaning in protest as his desperately needed climax continued to be refused. He forced himself to settle down, to let his ragged breaths refill his lungs of the oxygen long lost from what felt like hours ago when the two feline's crotches made their first connection. Two soaked cocks throbbed together through each heartbeat as the tan feline brought his lips to a pair of equally eager creamy red lips, beginning to softly kiss again. Shawn was purring like an engine now, so happy to be with Tiburon on such a perfect night.
The puma pulled away from Shawn's lips, leaving a dangling string of saliva connecting the two felines' maws. Those green eyes of his sparkled with a glint of laughter, and then he lowered himself to his knees. Tiburon smiled as he got a real first look at his lover's meat. Seven beautiful inches of ebony flesh, soaked in pints of pre shone like the stone of the color's namesake, About an inch and a half thick and with two perfect balls wrapped in fuzzy brown fur and skin, he loved it. Tiburon slowly guided Shawn against a stall board, walking on his knees as he did so, giving the Siamese cat the support he would need for what the next action was about to be.
The cougar's paws wrapped around the dark brown fur of Shawn's ankles, and began their long journey up towards his rump. He massaged his way up, rubbing the ankles for a bit, then moving on up to his calves. From there to his thighs and then around to his hamstrings, making sure to loosen up all muscles as he went. Finally, those dexterous paws reached their target, cupping well toned buttcheeks in each one and just kneading the muscles underneath the beautiful cream white fur.
Shawn gasped for air as he watched his cougar run his wet cock over his muzzle, stroking it three times and then pulling off, a bit of that sticky pre matting his perfect fur. Bringing his head back under it again, Tiburon let his tongue slip out and run all the way from the base of his cathood to the very tip, before finishing it off with a gentle kiss on the tapered tip. The puma went on the top of it, running his tongue back down from the tip back to the base, running it around the sheath a few times and then making his way back up and giving it another kiss. Only this time, he didn't release the ebony member from his lips, but rather in one swift movement, took all seven inches into his throat and maw.
Shawn yowled to the heavens as a heat ten times stronger than when his dick was in his pants enveloped all of his member at once. Sensations overloaded his mind and all he could feel, all he could sense was the cougars mouth and tongue gently squeezing around his cathood. He could feel the heat ease as the base of his cock felt the cold air again, and then the feeling traveled back on up until it reached the tip. Then the heat rushed over him again, causing him to go numb to all else in the world, the heat so strong that he felt as though his pole was sitting inside a furnace. A few suckles followed, each one sending jolts of ecstasy pouring through each nerve in his body, echoing every thought in his mind.
This is what he had always wanted. It was possible that having a partner who was of the same sex of his own wasn't what he meant by that, but what he meant was that he knew he had always wanted someone who could give him such an epic experience, someone who would show him that being intimate with someone wasn't always such a dangerous thing and that it could be filled with nothing but joy and pure bliss for both of whom were involved. His thought process was interrupted as another wave of heat recovered his cathood, the tongue gliding over the sensitive flesh wrapped up in the suffocating blanket of the cougar's throat and mouth.
Finally Shawn regained his grip on reality, bringing his paws down to the puma's head, softly rubbing Tiburon's ears. He murred back, sending a soft vibraton through his maw, causing Shawn to squeal at the new sensation. He looked down at the tan feline, easily catching the emerald gems inside of Tibby's face. "Please, could you let me finish?" He blinked back, looking very pleased at the request. A strong, hard suckle followed, and then the world started to blurr for Shawn as Tiburon began to bob up and down on his cathood, sending unending waves of pleasure that overrode all sane thoughts within his body and mind. "Awww, god, Tibby! Oh my fucking god! Pleahhh....oh pleehhh....ohhhmmmpppphhh!"
Words turned into gutteral noises and were soon followed by feral screeches. Shawn dug his paws into the head, yowling constantly as pleasure he had never known existed in this world wrapped him in it's clutches and would not let go, simply squeezing tighter and tighter every fleeting second. The Siamese cat felt a burning grow in his shaft, starting from the very base and fervently growing and spreading out to his dick. "Awwwwwwww! Gahhhrrrrooooowwwllll!!. Shawn's ballsac jumped up, the orbs inside of them seeming to hop on their own accord and then it happened.
The floor fell out from beneath his feet, the board behind him dissolved into nothingness, every single thing in the world turned to dust and all that was left that mattered was his cougar and the ecstasy burning through his body. Time stopped, and all of the sun's heat was absorbed into his shaft. He wheezed as though the room was completely devoid of air. A massive pleasure shot up through the inside of his cathood, and then white fire burst from the tip into the awaiting depths of his lover's maw. Shot after shot sprayed from the ebony shaft, Tiburon unable to swallow all of it as streams of it poured out of his maw. The puma kept suckling and swallowing what he could until finally the torrent of semen abated and then finally came to a slow drip.
The white blanket lifted and reality came flying back to Shawn. He was laying over the cougar's back, heaving as he refilled his mind with cold air, his cock still embedded within his lover's jaws, feeling little suckles here and there, as Tiburon goaded every remaining drop out of Shawn's softening rod. "ohhhh my god, Tiburon, that was so amazing." He felt a few more suckles before the cougar released his cathood from his maw. Keeping his hold steady, the puma helped the Siamese back up to his feet before bringing his lips together with the creamy feline's. Shawn could taste the salt and feel some remaining strings from what had filled his lover's mouth with.
Finally, Tiburon broke the kiss, simply looking into the sparkling sapphires that were Shawn's eyes. He smiled brightly. "There we go, oh yes, there we go. That hesitance is gone, that polishing that your eyes needed has happened. I can honestly admit that I haven't ever seen a sight as beautiful as the two eyes I am staring into now." Shawn hiccuped and just rubbed his face into the cougar's shoulder. He had never in his life felt as happy as he did now. He didn't want it to end, he didn't want to have to get in his car and say goodbye, and continue on alone. No, he wanted Tiburon by his side always.
Tiburon stroked the cream white fur of Shawn's head before pulling it back up. He kissed him on the nose and then smiled. "Now the haze of lust has broken, I would like to ask you if you wouldn't mind allowing me to get off inside of you. Is that okay with you?" Shawn would have run fiftenn miles at this point if it meant keeping the puma from leaving. "Of course I would, I'd love it." Tiburon grinned happily. "Okay, I'll get you nice and lubed up for it. I didn't bring any lube with me as I was never planning on fucking you when I started my stroll, so we'll have to do this the old fashioned way. If you wouldn't mind, please turn around so that your ass is facing outward."
Shawn giggled as the mountain lion said it in such a matter of fact way, as if he was on a rollercoaster and the announcer said 'Keep all hands and feet inside the vehicle until it has come to a complete stop.' The Siamese cat did as he was asked, turning so that his chest was towards the stall board. He heard Tiburon fall to his knees and then two tan paws appeared in front of his crotch and grabbed ahold of his pants, pulling them down. The cougar took a deep breath as Shawn's creamy ass and legs were revealed in full. But as always, there was just that perfect part where the color of his fur just refused to conform. Starting from the center of the base of his tail and running a line down the center of his ass to his ballsac was a perfect stripe of brown fur that just seemed to split the two creamy white ckeeks down the middle.
Tiburon brought his tongue down to the center of the sac and slowly traced up the line, passing over the puckerhole, and then stopping when he hit the base of the tail. Shawn sighed, the sensations from this feeling good, but not so much that he was losing his mind over it, but rather simply relaxing. Another lick passed over his crack, stopping at his tail. He felt a paw wrap around his ballsac and begin to softly roll his balls around, then another lick was added to it, but there was more force added to it just as he passed over the tailhole. Leaning back, Tiburon brought his muzzle to that tight hole and began to make out with it, soft little kisses here and a few more tongue licks there, spitting on it and then spreading it around with his tongue. Finally he felt as if it was time.
The cougar pressed his maw against the cream ass and pushed his tongue against the ring of flesh. He curled his tongue up and slowly increased the pressure until the ring gave way and allowed him entrance. Shawn clamped down on his own tongue as the puma's pushed deeper into his asshole. Felt like he was being stretched beyond his limits and it was only a tongue. The Siamese looked down between his legs at the cougar's cock and looked at it for the first time. 'Probably about nine inches long, about two inches thick, oh god, how is that going to fit?' It was a strong, vibrant red, with little beads of pre forming above it. Shawn wondered what it tasted like, but even more so, how it would feel inside his tailhole.
His tongue coated the feline's insides, sending in plenty of saliva to fill the walls, lubing his lover up completely. Finally pulling his tongue out, with little drops of excess saliva drizzling out of the hole, Tiburon contemplated on how he wanted to take Shawn. His thoughts were interrupted though with what he heard next. "Hey, Tibby, you mind if I suck on your shaft a bit before we get this started? I'm kind of curious as to how it tastes." "No problem, just dont go too long, I wanna make sure that I'm rutting you long enough that the pain has completely disappeared and all you're feeling is mindnumbing bliss by the time I push inside of you that last time." Shawn nodded, sliding down from the wall, locking eyes with the bright red cock in front of him.
Tiburon leaned down, lying on his back as the cream feline crawled up to him. Completely erect and more than a little wet from pre leakage, the nine inch shaft stood before his eyes. Trying to somewhat follow how Tiburon had begun, the Siamese cat stretched out his tongue and ran it up the underside of the shaft. He could taste the silky pre the whole way up, a beautiful sweetness to it. When he reached the top, he stared down, just imagining to himself that this was all going to go inside his ass. He decided to first see how much of it he could even get in his maw. Shawn spread his lips around the pole and slid down. It filled his mouth very quickly, the tip of what felt like a gigantic pole reaching the back of his throat at about half length.
He could hear the cougar below him let out a moan, so he tried to go further. He managed to get another inch in before he felt like he would gag if he went on. He brought his jaws back up until they were around just his lips again, and then slid back down. The taste was almost impossible to explain, it was like learning all about the puma's ancestry through taste. He could taste the sweetness of fresh meat, the rawness of the savagery that ran through his veins, and the musk of a male who was controlling himself, but really wanted to cum. Sliding down for the last time, Shawn put every effort into getting past that gag reflex that he knew was holding him back. As he hit that same point, he pushed himself up on his hands and straightened out his throat. Stretching out his jaws, he attempted to slide back down. After a few seconds of changing his position around, he had a quick stutter gag and then the next three and half inches slid right in.
Tiburon hissed as his entire pole was brought inside his kitten's maw. He had not expected him to be able to do it and was about to pull him off for the final act, but now he wanted it to continue for a bit longer. The Siamese gleefully suckled on the pumahood, enjoying the dance of flavors mixing in with his saliva and running around in his mouth. He pulled up once again to the tip, then holding the same position as before, he slid all the way back down without any problems. After sucking some more, he pulled up and then off, gleaming pridefully and then winking at Tiburon. "Shall we do it then?" "Uhh, fuck yeah! Just go back to how you were against that wall, I want to make sure you are still nice and wet around your tailhole." Shawn did as he was told and stood back up, spreading his legs a little bit to make a better entrance.
Tiburon didn't take anytime to look, he had already chosen to take a few more licks of that ass before going to the fireworks. He brought his tongue back up to the pucker, dancing his tongue around that ring a few times before forcing his way in again and delving into the flesh that lay waiting inside. He washed his tongue around again, going deeper than he had last time, enjoying the little noises that Shawn kept making. Finally, he pulled out again, satisfied that it was well lubed, and then got to his knees. The decision already made, the cougar brought his paws up to other cat's waist and slowly guided him down towards his eager, throbbing shaft. Lifting up the tail, he continued to bring the Siamese's ass down until his tip was sitting directly underneath Shawn's tailhole.
"Okay, this is going to hurt real bad at the start. I'm gonna take it nice and slow, just make sure you do your best to relax; the more relaxed you are, the easier this initial entry is going to be for the both of us." Shawn nodded, and Tiburon could feel the tensing in his ass cheeks subside and then disappear. Staying steady on his knees, he brought the creamy butt down and pushed his first inch in. The feeling of pain was an understatement on so many levels. "Oh god, man Tib, it hurts sooo much." It was like the hole had never been there before and someone had taken a sword and was slowly cutting their way into him. "Sshh, little one, it's going to be fine, just relax for me, take a few deep breaths. It will hurt all the way until I'm completely inside of you, but after that it won't take long for those muscles to stretch out and then all the fun begins."
Once more, the cougar waited for the ass muscles under his paws to relax, and then he pulled down another inch, as Shawn emitted another hiss and groan, but rather quickly managed to untense. Deciding to try to pick up the pace, Tiburon pulled another two inches of his member into the awaiting ass. Another strong tense followed, but as more and more of the pumahood made it into that tight ring, the harder it became to hold back and not just smash the rest in. Another minute's worth of waiting later and he pulled in another two inches, six inches in another three more to go.
Shawn didn't know how he kept managing to relax through the absolute agony pounding through his ass. He guessed it was because he wanted to have it all finished so it wouldn't continue to grow. With every inch, every pull, the pain became all that more agonizing, as if he was being split in two. Somehow he managed to relax again. "Okay, going all the rest of the way in this time. Just tell me when you're ready." Shawn took a few more deep breaths, forced himself to relax everything and just ignore the pain. "I'm ready." The cougar's paws moved from his ass to his waste and in one swift pull, rammed the last three inches of his cock inside of the immensely tight ass.
Two noises echoed in the bathroom, one of sheer pleasure from the puma as his entire dick was just put into a vicelike squeeze and one of absolute unabated pain and relief as the last of the cougarhood vanished into the clutches of the creamy ass. "Okay, calm down, the hardest part is over." Tiburon said, while he calmly stroked Shawn's chest. "I'm going to wait until you get used to my cock being in there, and then the fun will start. Trust me, you'll love it." The stroking of the chest got to the Siamese cat, and slowly, the pain subsided and soon just an uncomfortable since of being filled to the brim was all he felt. "Okay, I'm ready."
Tiburon slowly slid back out, sliding all the way until just the tip remained inside, and then proceeded to slide back in just as slowly as he had exited. Little stings of pain followed on the way out, only to be replaced by a soft tickling on the way in. Shawn knew what they were and hoped that those barbs wouldn't end up tearing strips of his flesh out, maybe that they would instead enhance the pleasure. Once again, the cougar behind him drug down to the tip before once again sliding back in, this time though along with that stinging and tickling, there was a slight tingling that slowly trickled its way through his flesh.
The cougar moaned thickly as the Siamese feline's ass just clung to his cock as he pulled it back out and seemed to just pull at it as he slid it back in. He slowly began picking up the pace, his whole crotch aching for the release he knew he needed to hold back for his lover. Shawn needed the time, the multiple thrusts for that pleasure to grow. Torturing himself for his lover, he grabbed Shawn's legs and pulled them over his head and then placed them on his lap keeping the shorts there to keep his feet from moving and set them behind him. Wihout any support, the Siamese fell to his hands. Tiburon straightened up on his knees, giving himself all the leverage he needed and began to thrust inside him.
A quick gasp of air flew into Shawn's mouth as the pace of it all picked up. Each thrust sent sensations through his body as the momentum behind each thrust was transferred from the cougar's legs and chest into his own body. He wrapped his legs around his lover's back and used them to help that shaft fly into his ass even faster. Pain no longer existed, but instead just a deep feeling of pleasure began to emanate from within his body. Each thrust caused it to spike and the intensity was growing fast. Each pump was gratefully accepted and each time he pulled back, his tailhole did whatever it could to hold him inside. What had at first felt like a sword being slowly stabbed into his body now felt like it belonged there. The previous lube kept things moving smoothly, and the constant pleasure built, each spike becoming more and more deliriously good.
Tiburon was losing his composure now, his dick just sending overwhelming pleasure through his entire crotch. The thought of releasing his seed into the beautiful feline on the floor below him was starting to become his all consuming thought. The cream white and dark brown feline was now just hissing and heaving, the feelings of ecstasy becoming stronger and stronger each time that pumahood ran over his prostate. Tiburon did his best to hold back as he wanted this moment to last forever and he also wanted his lover to be on the thrones of heaven before he finally blew his load.
Pleasure, mindblowing pleasure, he could think of nothing else. Those barbs had proven to be amazing and were now constantly adding strong tinglings of bliss every single time that tool inside of him moved. What had started out as a deep, soft pleasure had now grown even deeper and had also spread all the way to the very ring itself. Along with that, every single spearing his ass took was sending jolts of fiery ecstasy through his loins and out to the very tip of his now very hard shaft. He knew it wouldn't be long until he blew out his second load tonight. His legs were straining against the fabric that kept them locked behind the cougar, even his shirt was still completely on. Tiburon had his sweater on still and besides unzipping his pants, he was still fully clothed below the waste. Even the fact that they weren't even naked was turning him on even more than he had thought previously possible.
By now the pleasure incresed until he couldn't handle it anymore. Letting out one long mrowl and hitting a tone in his purring he had never gotten to before, he clenched down on the cougarhood and groaned as waves of sheer bliss washed over him and he shot his second load of the night all over the floor. Even the lube couldn't do much to lessen the immense friction that he now felt as the Siamese cat below him hit his climax. Struggling through it though, Tiburon found purchase and started savagely thrusting through the tomb his dick now lay trapped inside of. Only about two inches were moving in and out, but that didn't matter to the puma.
Seconds later, the brutal thrusting stopped and the cougar pulled back to the tip one last time before sinking his cock fully into Shawn's ass and hilting it hard. He grinded against it, trying to go in as far as he could, and then the he exploded. His balls tightened up against his scrotum and the puma let out a scream like no cat but a mountain lion could as he claimed the creamy white and brown feline as his own. Finishing the last dribbles his cathood had left in it, an afterglow of just pure satisfaction and bliss swam through his whole body.
He heard the scream and then felt a strong throb in the cougarmeat inside of him, before liquid warmth exploded into him. He layed there as it shot deeper and deeper, each shot thudding agaisnt his flesh walls. He groaned as his ass filled up to the brink and then started spilling what it couldn't handle down his crack, over his sac and then drizzling onto the floor. He moaned as the luxurious soft thrusts moved through him as the tan wildcat above him milked his cougarhood for all the remaining cum he had. And then he passed out as the sheer satisfaction within him brought him to a peaceful sleep.
Tiburon sighed, letting the afterglow run through his body, knowing he had made his lover's night quite possibly the best one of his life. Everything within him was telling him to just fall asleep here, but he knew that it would be morning soon and the gas station would open up for business. Slowly he lifted the Siamese cat with him, softly pulling out his member from within his ass. Gently hoisting his kitten within his arms, he pulled up the cats pants, taking good care to button them in a way that wouldn't irritate his dick or ass and then zipped his own pants back up.
Picking Shawn up, he fumbled in his pockets for the car keys and upon finding them walked back out into the early morning light. He walked over to the car and opened up the backseat, softly laying his lover down on the cushion, using the middle buckle to hold him in so he wouldn't roll onto the floor. Tiburon then shut the door, walking around to the driver's seat. Climbing in, he started the car, buckled himself in and made his way for the road that would lead to his cottage. Now, only if he could guess what Shawn might want for lunch later on.