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Silver was propped on his knees, with roughly half of the bull's cock inside him. It was the largest dick he'd seen in real life, to be sure. A large part of him had originally suspected that the pictures on Howlr were a trick of perspective. People had cocks that large in porn, and everyone knew that porn didn't match up with reality. But then, that saying applied to Silver as well. For as surely as dicks that large were typically only seen online - so, too, were the sluts able to take such cocks. Silver strived to be one such slut.

It was a title he had begun to wear as a badge of pride. He looked toward each sexual encounter as a new notch on his belt. And for as much as he loved standard sex, he loved taking on new challenges all the more. He loved the thrill of satisfaction whenever he hilted his newest model of dildo (each one being naturally larger than the last). And on his first ever Howlr hookup his afterglow was indescribable. He counted each new species he slept with as new land, freshly conquered with his ass.

And no prior conquest matched the challenge of the bull's cock now resting halfway within him.

"You don't have to take the whole thing if you're not able to." "No, I can do it." "Really, it's okay-" "I can do it, Thrad."

Silver said it sharp enough to set Thrad into comfortable disbelief. Either the silver tabby before him really could do it, or he'd find out in his own time that Thrad was just too big. But Thrad kept an open mind. Others in the past had been able to take him, although they were few. So it was possible that this tabby, although small and slight, might be able to prove him wrong.

The lithe cat motioned himself about Thrad's bovine cock. It was thick and regular, from head to balls. And if Thrad consisted of girth alone there would have been no issue. He'd venture to say that the knot of his favorite dildo perhaps matched Thrad's width. Perhaps it surpassed him. But no dildo of his was as thick in shaft or head. That's what brought about the challenge. Silver had taken deep dildos before. But to take something deep as well as thick - that was his biggest challenge to date.

He grimaced as he found that particular spot. There was a bend inside of him which called for careful navigation. Going too quick (and with something so large) could surely sprain something inside him. And worse, something could tear. But even if there was no bodily harm done by the massive cock, the pain alone would be enough to end any sexy session on a deeply disappointing note. So he took his time with the bull's cock, with little regard for the bull it was attached to. The stranger from Howlr could wait. Silver had business to attend to.

Silver pressured his body down against that spot inside of himself, then lifted away from the bull's broad head. He raised perhaps only an inch or so, to recover from that push inside him. Then he braced himself and went at it again. He repeated this a few times. Each time he got a little closer to breaching that space, but it was still too much for him. If only he had known in advance that the bull was actually as large as he claimed. Silver might have warmed up with something smaller before meeting this particular hookup. But that only meant that if there was a repeat session between them, Silver would definitely prepare ahead of time.

And to Silver, the best way to secure a repeat session was to impress the shit out of this guy. Especially once Thrad had admitted that not many people could take his entire cock, Silver's mind was set. He vowed to himself that he would take the entire thing. Even if it took all night to do it.

As for now, Silver slid all the way up, and motioned himself off of Thrad's cock. It plopped out with an audible sound. Silver grimaced again. It was challenging to handle such a massive tool. It had hurt when first going in (again, next time he would better prepare, perhaps by demanding he be fingered first). And when it fell out of him it stung in a slightly different way. The cock had a certain heft to it. Whenever Silver was mostly off of it, the cock's own weight took matters into its own hands. It seemed to yank itself out of him, which was perhaps more uncomfortable than it was painful. He would have to remember to keep a hand on the massive thing at all times.

Silver leaned forward now, and shamelessly collapsed on the stranger he had been riding. The bull under him was massive. He was easily the largest person Silver had ever been with, both in groin and in sheer physical size. With a single hand this guy could probably pin Silver into any number of constrained, sexual positions. A less adventurous (or, phrased another way, a more safety conscientious) cat wouldn't have gone near the guy. Sexual promiscuity certainly had its dangers, and there were plenty of horror tales to go around. And Silver was awfully small, and weak. It probably wouldn't take much for him to "go missing", as gruesome a thought as that was. Or if that was too extreme, he could certainly be "taken advantage of", to phrase things far too politely. Point was, Thrad had the strength to do absolutely anything he desired to Silver's thin, curvy form. That brought desirable sexual promises, to be sure. But there were a lot of dangers to it too.

But Silver tried not to consider those horrible possibilities, even as he was laying on the chest of this extremely powerful man. Yes, Thrad could hurt him irreparably if he wanted to. If he got just a little too eager with this massive tool of his, Silver would be headed straight to the emergency room with a ruptured colon. Which would mean that, even if he did make a full recovery, sex would never again be the same. But if you lived your whole life in fear of something horrible happening, then by the same hand you'd have to miss out on a couple of truly amazing things.

And Thrad's dick was amazing, to be sure. By extension, that must have made Thrad himself at least a little amazing. That was too strong of language for Silver's taste, but so far the bull did seem pretty swell. Some hookups were extremely finicky about personal space. More than a few of them had a no-cuddle rule. This was not to say that Silver and Thrad were cuddling right now. It's just that Silver was resting against the bull's tremendous chest, collecting his breath and letting his ass take a rest. And he was breathing in the sheer force of Thrad's presence, and loving it. It was unusual to get so close with a casual encounter. It was a nice change of pace.

But he didn't want to overstay his up-close-and-personal welcome. Silver loved the imagery behind being a sex crazed bottom. What he didn't love was the prospect of being a needy, touchy-feely bitch. So he moved to return to Thrad's cock, since Silver wagered that his ass had had enough rest. But then he sensed something coming off of Thrad. It caused Silver to linger a little longer against the bull beneath him. He got the impression that Thrad really didn't mind sharing in such a close, intimate space. Plus, taking a large cock such as Thrad's was going to be a marathon sort of event. Silver knew he needed to pace himself. So a little more cuddling really wouldn't hurt.

Then Thrad took his hand and tentatively started to scritch along Silver's back, which was an unexpected treat. It would be inaccurate to say that no hookups enjoyed cuddling, and intimacy. But it was disproportionately rare to find a hookup who was. For the most part people seemed indifferent to it. Mainly there just wasn't occasion for intimacy. Howlr was nearly universally wham-bam. In and out. Take a cock, make a guy cum, and maybe cum yourself if he was feeling generous. Then out the door you went, on to live your own merry life. For Silver that frequently meant that he was on to the next hookup's house. He didn't maintain a lot of hobbies outside of that.

So it was a nice change of pace to be with someone sensitive for once. Even if that came in an extremely unexpected package. One look at Thrad and you'd have assumed he'd be some sort of an emotionally stinted bro. Not only was he a bovine, which by nature were already large creatures - but he worked out on top of that. Judging by how it felt to lay against him, Silver might even say that he only worked out. The guy was a wall of muscle coated in a thin layer of fur. In fact, the fur was almost a cursory feature to the man. He was furry because nature demanded it - but to Silver his coat felt more like soft hide than proper fur.

But he didn't mind. He took men (as well as their cocks) in all shapes and sizes. He liked the fluffy ones. He liked the hard ones. But he did have a soft spot for larger, deeply masculine men. And Thrad fit that definition to a tee. He smelled masculine, lord knows he felt masculine, and his cock was about as masculine as it got. In short, Silver was deeply contented, even though he'd only taken half of the bull's cock so far. The night still had a long ways to go, to be sure. But Silver felt like he could almost leave now and be happy with the experience.

That thought pulled him out of his reverie. Yes, he was content. But he'd be damned if he halted his quest now. First of all, he still needed to make the bull cum. Second, he might like to cum himself, although that was always more of a secondary mission. But most importantly, he felt that if he didn't surmount this dick tonight, then he might not get another chance. And he knew dicks like Thrad's could well be once in a lifetime. Like hell he'd miss out on that now.

Then Silver did get up off Thrad's chest. He motioned for the lube on the end table, then set about re-slickening their situation. But as he did he thought he caught a curious glint in the bull's eyes. It took Silver a moment to place it. It felt like he was being ogled at. But then, that happened with plenty of hookups. Silver had a body which appealed to a lot of gay men, so he knew the eyes of lust well. But Silver swore he sensed more than just that. In that moment Silver felt a bit more like he was being appreciated, and not just desired. It was a new sensation to him. Strangers from Howlr never appreciated him, perhaps aside from being generally grateful to bust a nut in Silver's ass. But Thrad was doing more than just lusting after Silver's body. There was something else there, to be certain. But it was still hard to exactly place, and Silver didn't dwell on it for too long. He did have a mission, after all.

Still, that look he had caught in Thrad's eyes helped to steel his resolve. Everything, from how Thrad looked at him to how he treated him, hinted at Thrad being a little special. Or, at least different than the others. So Silver resolved to treat him that way. If Thrad was to be out of the ordinary, then Silver would be too. Namely, if Thrad had an extraordinary cock (which he did), then Silver vowed to be the extraordinary bottom who could take it

By now they were both slickened perfectly well, and Silver set the cock head at his ass. But he was still thinking about the tender guy below him. In his every past experience, Howlr was nothing more than a meat market. On it, Silver could shop for countless dick, which he often did. In the same way, other men would shop for Silver's ass. It was a match made in heaven, and then they'd have casual sex, and then the cycle would start anew. There were hookups for days. Ad infinitum. And the effect of all that casual sex was that the guys started to get a little faceless. There was no more humanity there. Howlr connections were just, walking dicks. Just like to everyone else on the app, Silver was little more than a walking ass, a brainless slut hungry for the nearest dick. And that was at least somewhat true. But the point was that Howlr robbed everyone of who they were. Everyone was just, naked bodies. Who the person was inside of that naked body didn't factor into things at all.

That's why Silver was so hung up on that curious sense he had picked up on. Even when he set back down onto Thrad's cock it was still on his mind. Not that that was saying much. At this point in his career as a budding, self-proclaimed whore, he could take a dick even like Thrad's with relative ease. Perhaps even with a degree of comfort. Especially now that he was warmed up to the thick cock, it went in without much protest at all. And just like that Silver was riding the top half of that cock like they'd never paused in their sex in the first place.

It's just that, Thrad seemed to care about him. Even now, with Silver's ass sliding up and down on the bull's cock - Thrad seemed to care. At this point guys were usually overwhelmed in the carnal urge to fuck. But Thrad was ever respectful, and considerate of Silver's pace and comfort. And he was basking in the show of Silver's body moving about the cock inside him. He seemed to be enjoying that show even more than he did the sensations of being inside Silver's rear.

It was so incredibly strange to Silver. Guys typically went nuts right about now. Guys loved to fuck. And Silver loved to be fucked. What more could there possibly be? Yet the bull beneath him didn't even seem all that invested in their sex. Granted, Silver's heart wasn't exactly in it either. He was more going through the motions of sex than properly feeling it. He could take dick in his sleep, so it wasn't a big deal to let his mind wander. Up until he saw Thrad's interest levels set to "okay". Okay wasn't good enough for Silver. Sex with him was great. He strived at all times to prove himself to be a fantastic lay. Sex was the realm he had decided to pour his energy into, and he wanted to be the very best. And Thrad had exactly the massive tool with which to test his skills. It was like a master class, or a thesis statement. Everything Silver had ever learned was on the line right now. This was his chance.

And he was squandering it with a strange bout of introspection. He reminded himself there would be time for that later. If he wasn't present for this moment, and living this particular encounter to its fullest potential, then what was he doing here in the first place? He could daydream at home. This was the time to fuck.

Silver bore down on Thrad's cock again, but this time with more purpose. He angled himself in such a way as to grind his way down. He needed Thrad to remember not just what it was like to fuck, but what it was like to be fucked. And Silver would use his ass to achieve just that. Then Silver was properly riding on the cock inside him. He was becoming overwhelmed by it. With every grind against that cock, at the angle intended to bring maximum pleasure to the bull beneath him, Silver was also experiencing maximum pleasure.

His angle was holding Thrad's cock against his prostate. And motioning about that cock with controlled, rhythmic thrusts, was becoming almost too much to bear. Silver was moaning then. Each thrust brought about a new moan. And he was pleased to announce that Thrad was moaning as well. So Silver kept with his motions. He wanted to drive Thrad to the edge. And he wanted to drive himself to the edge, and beyond it. Silver was no stranger to cumming hands free, and he knew that if he kept up this pace he could reach that point.

But Silver didn't want to make himself cum, not yet. He still wanted to take in all of Thrad's cock, and he didn't want to deal with the refractory period which inevitably followed even a hands free orgasm. Granted, for Silver such a period never lasted very long. But any moment spent outside of having sex was a moment where he was not working towards tackling this massive challenge inside his rear. So he adjusted his angle. He was remiss to take those thrusts away from his prostate. He wanted little more than for those sensations to continue, forever. Except, his mind was still on the challenge before him. And he wanted to overcome that challenge, even more than he wanted to cum.

In preparation Silver nearly rose off of Thrad's cock. He held the head just inside him, careful to keep a hand on the large member so it wouldn't pull itself out again. Then he took a few steeling breaths, and lowered himself again. He lowered as far as he could go, until the head of Thrad's cock pushed against that bend inside him. Silver kept applying pressure until he reached the point where the pressure was nearly unbearable. An iota of more force, and the cock inside him would be forcing its way through, painfully. And with even slightly less pressure they wouldn't be making any progress at all.

It was a very fine balance. But Silver had great practice in taking things so deep inside him. He had a few dildos in his collection which might measure in length to Thrad's cock. Silver knew well how to squirm himself onto those dildos. He knew what it felt to navigate through that bend. He knew the theory behind it, and with the shapes of his particular dildos he could typically tackle their entirety without much trouble at all. But Thrad's cock was certainly no dildo. What more, his head was far thicker than his dildos were, and he felt more firm as well. So although the theory remained the same, taking that dick inside him wasn't all that much less difficult for it.

So he held his ass tight against Thrad's cock. And after a period of rest he applied a little more pressure. He had to work to keep Thrad's head in the right position, which was no easy task, but Silver found it with only a handful of squirms. Then, with just the right amount of pressure applied, Thrad's cock started to constrict within him. It gave his cock an elastic potential. It was like a coiled spring now, one which wanted to be let loose. That meant that the dick inside him would now do its own share of the work. It was held tightly against Silver's ass, and it wanted to break through. Now Silver just had to focus on opening to receive it.

Now Silver began to apply all the lessons he had learned from his history with his various dildos. This was a master class, after all. And when you reached a certain depth within yourself, it took careful navigation to get much further. But Thrad's cock was aimed true, and the stage was well set. So Silver started to motion himself about in just the right way. He made subtle movements with his hips and torso. He didn't try to force the cock further inside him. Instead, he just wriggled about. He made slow motions about it, and paid careful attention to what he felt inside him. And most importantly, he let Thrad's cock do the work.

It was perhaps like rocking a car in a snow drift. There was back and forth, and each motion of his hips got Thrad's dick a little bit closer to cresting through. And it would edge further inside him, and Silver would back off ever so slightly. Then he would squirm his rear again, and the cock would edge yet deeper inside. Silver knew that they were getting close. With just a little more effort, Thrad would be in. From there it was more or less smooth sailing, as the hard part would be over. But, they still weren't quite there. And Silver wanted it badly. But now that they were perilously close to that moment, in a way he also dreaded it.

He knew that, with a head as broad and regular as Thrad's, taking his dick deep would be an all or nothing situation. There wasn't a tapered end to work with. It wasn't possible to get just a little bit in, and work up to the rest. The deep parts of Silver's rear were being stretched out all at once, with a thick cock, which didn't show sign of letting up. And Silver knew what it felt like when something did get that deep. There was typically some sort of popping sensation - not altogether unlike when something first breaches through your tailhole. Especially if you aren't accustomed to such a thing. Either the person or the dildo at your rear was outside of your ass, or they were inside it. Tapering could only get you so far.

It was the same with that deep part in his rear. Either Thrad's dick would be through that bend inside him, or it would not be. And he could work himself about the dick as much as he would like, and he could try to warm himself up. But sooner or later he knew he'd just have to go for it. There was no other way, and he wanted it badly enough that he knew he had to try. It was all or nothing, after all. So Silver bore down on that cock inside him one more time. It was just the pressure which Thrad's dick needed to edge its way further. And Silver braced himself, and worked to relax, because it was about to happen. Thrad was going to reach through that bend, and into the deepest parts of Silver's rear. Silver just needed to relax and keep himself ready to receive.

Thrad's cock came just a tiny bit closer to pushing through. And Silver took a deep breath and got as zen as he could. Then he adjusted his hips in just the slightest way. It was exactly the wiggle room the cock needed. Thrad's head lurched in. A good inch or so of his shaft lurched in as well.

In spite of himself and his preparations, Silver's ass tightened on instinct. Every element of his body demanded that he lift off of the intrusion. It was not quite painful, but extremely uncomfortable. He wanted in equal parts to keep Thrad inside him, but also to raise himself off. It was overwhelming to have the bull so deep inside him. Silver wasn't sure how much more he could stand.

But still Silver didn't move. He only kept breathing, and fought through the building discomfort inside him. He worked to relax, because he knew this moment was important. If he pulled off now, then taking Thrad in on round two would be just as difficult as the first time. He needed to stretch himself out. He needed his body to adjust to having that cock inside him. So he didn't thrust at all. Silver hardly moved a muscle. He just needed to keep this cock inside him for as long as he could.

Silver's intense focus was broken when Thrad spoke.

"You can pull off, it's okay." He said. Silver hadn't been aware that he was grunting, as though trying to bear through pain. "I know." Silver said, speaking between sharp breaths. "Really, Silver, it's okay." "I just. Need a minute." "If you're sure-" "Yeah. Just, give me. A minute."

But Silver took far less than a minute before pulling himself off. He did it in stages. First he lifted himself off just enough for Thrad's cock to exit that bend inside him. Either his cock jerked out of that depth, or Silver's insides sprang back into shape, but it was jarring either way. And although Silver would have liked to say that he missed being quite so full, in actuality it felt really good to have that cock away from that bend.

Then Silver lifted himself off of Thrad's cock entirely. It had been a highly successful incursion, and he was quite proud of having taken at least Thrad's head so deep inside him. But now he needed to rest his ass. As a safety measure he checked Thrad's cock for any sign of blood, because he was intensely paranoid about that sort of thing. Blessedly, there was no trace of blood. Not that Silver expected any tearing. He was used enough to anal play that he knew his body and his limits well. But it never hurt to check.

And while he was checking, Silver took a moment to respect Thrad's cock, in all of its size and glory. He knew it was a thick cock. It may genuinely have been larger than Silver's forearm. But he truly respected its size now that he had taken it deeper inside than nature ever intended. Not only was the bull thick. But Silver had taken that thickness deep inside him. That made the dick seem all the thicker for it.

Silver collapsed against Thrad's chest again and took heavy breaths. He was awash with his success, and elated by it - and exhausted by it. As he took those steeling, rejuvenating breaths, he also breathed in an abundance of Thrad's scent. And he smelled comfortable, and great. It helped to put Silver, and his ass, to a restorative place.

Thrad was, again, very sweet with him. Any other hookup would have been eager to just get the show on the road. But Thrad seemed to enjoy Silver's presence as well as his ass. Maybe Silver just felt more vulnerable or exposed now that his ass had been so stretched by Thrad's dick, but it felt really nice to cuddle up against that massive chest of his. It had been a tremendous feat to take him so deep. And resting against him after that experience was nearly all the reward he needed.

Thoughts of returning to his mission flitted through Silver's mind, but he decided that he wasn't in a hurry. Besides, his ass needed more time to rest. The presence of Thrad's cock had been overwhelming inside him, but its absence was also overwhelming. And Silver's ass was throbbing just a bit. By no means was it unbearable, but he knew that he still needed time before round two.

"Are you okay?" Thrad asked. "Yeah." Silver said. He spoke it in a sort of contented sigh. "Okay. Just checking in." "You're good."

Then they were silent, and Silver focused on just breathing in the large bull's scent. He took deep breaths of him, and worked to attach that scent to the fresh memory of cock so deep within him. He was smelling Thrad, and he could feel the shadow of Thrad's dick still inside him. His mind was full of thoughts of Thrad. That made him more contented than was typical of any prior hookups. There had always been a certain contentment when it came to sex. And this felt the same way, but it also felt like so much more.

Then Thrad started to caress him again. Silver was hoping that he would, seeing as Thrad had taken every opportunity to rub at him that he could. Then Silver nuzzled into the bull's chest. Thrad's scent worked deeper inside him, and Silver found a new respect for the strength he felt in the bull as he rubbed against him.

"You have a really great cock." Silver said with a contented sigh.

But that caught him off guard. It sounded so trite. It was just the sort of thing a vapid twink might say. Silver hadn't quite given himself the title of twink (although he fit that description), and he hadn't ever strived to be any shade of vapid. So he could hardly believe himself when he heard those slutty words coming from his own mouth. But it had been said, and there wasn't much to do about it. Further, Silver wasn't sure he could have altered them if he wanted to. They came out on their own. It meant they were natural to him. As surely as it was natural to take dick in the ass.

"Thank you." Thrad said simply. If he felt at all dehumanized by Silver's comment he didn't show it. "You have a great ass." "Really?" Silver asked, although he knew it was true. "Really. Pretty tight in there." "Thanks."

Silver emphasized his gratitude at the comment by wriggling his ass. His tail made a contented swish to further accentuate the movement. He took a few more pointed breaths and his tail continued to flick happily behind him. Then, through his calm, he sensed something else coming from the bull he was laying with.

"Something up?" Silver asked. He perked himself up against Thrad's chest to look the bull in the eyes. Thrad had a look of confusion about him, as though people didn't ordinarily ask him that. "It's nothing." Thrad said. But then his brow furrowed and Silver could see a few gears turning. Then Thrad added, "It's just, I didn't mean to objectify you." "I didn't feel like you objectified me." "But I did. You're much more than just an ass, and I'm sorry I implied otherwise." Thrad said. Silver just shrugged at that. "In that case, I objectified you too." He said. "I don't think- Oh, I see." "Yeah. You're more than just a cock to me, I don't know why I said that. You're very sweet, which is a nice change for me. Not a lot of guys are. You just happen to have a massive dick, which is something I really like about you. But I like the rest of you as well."

That caught Silver off guard as well. He didn't typically express himself openly like that. He rarely expressed himself at all, come to think of it. But again, he couldn't have measured those words before saying them, even if he had wanted to. He didn't realize he was saying them until they were already said. And it was only after he said them that he realized their truth. Having sex with Thrad had, so far, felt different than any of his past experiences with sex. And Silver had quite a vast pool of experience to draw from.

"That goes for me as well." Thrad said. And although the bull's tail was short, and it was trapped between them and the couch, Silver felt like it flicked in satisfaction all the same.

Silver just smiled at that. Whatever the implications were of their brief exchange, he knew they were pretty big. Then he drew himself back to center. It didn't have to mean anything grand that they enjoyed each others' company. Sex was just extra good with Thrad. And maybe sex didn't have to be all they were meant for. But for now it was certainly a good enough mark to end speculation at.

"I'm glad." Silver said. He drew himself back up into a kneeling position. He was still straddling the bull, and Thrad's cock was still well erect behind him. "You okay for more?" Thrad asked. "I think so."

Silver didn't have to ask for the lube, or even motion for it. Thrad was already handing it to him. Silver used more than enough, which was actually exactly the right amount where anal play was concerned. He was looking forward to getting Thrad's dick in more easily this time. He had stretched, and then rested, so he was well prepared for another round. And with the large cock freshly lubed up (and his own cheeks well lubed as well), it was sure to be smooth sailing. Or at least, more smooth.

Silver lined Thrad up to his rear and lowered himself down. Thrad's cock entered easily, and Silver slid down on it effortlessly. Then he slid further down. He reached back to that fabled depth. And he enjoyed what he found.

He set Thrad's head to that opening deep inside him. And he motioned about on the cock like he'd done moments before. And it edged inside him like before, but the movements came much more easily this time. Silver didn't have to work to position himself quite so exactly. It was like his rear worked in tandem with Thrad's cock to grant it access, opposed to tightening against it. And then Thrad's head was in.

Silver took in a sharp breath, but he found it was more out of habit than pain, or even uncomfortability. There was the usual popping sensation as the head of the cock was first outside of that bend, and then inside it. But that was largely it. And opposed to being met with a sensation of being too full, Silver just felt full. His body wasn't telling him to propel the intrusion either. The lube must have seriously helped. And likely his brief interaction with Thrad had helped as well. It was hard to quantify, since they hadn't talked all that much. But Silver felt more comfortable in Thrad's company than he was before. No doubt that helped his insides to relax as well.

And now the hard part was over. There was just the small matter of stretching out the rest of him. He needed to move forward gently. That deep part of him had never, ever, had anything so big stretching it out. So he had to be ginger. It was the same way you'd be ginger with a regular sized cock in the more regular parts of your ass. If you weren't already accustomed to that sort of thing, that is.

So first Silver rested with Thrad's cock deep inside him. He still had a handful of inches to go, but he wasn't in any hurry. He just wanted to get his body used to having that thick cock through the bend in his rear. Then he lowed himself down lower. He gave particular care and attention to how Thrad was stretching him deep inside. Silver didn't go too far, too quickly. He was sure to lift back up when it got to be a bit much. Then he lowered himself again, and raised himself. Then it was up and down, up and down. And it was up and down a few times after that. And each time Thrad's dick went a little deeper inside him. And then it happened. Silver had taken it all.

Silver let himself rest when he noticed he had hilted the thing. He just stayed with Thrad's dick deep inside him, making its entire presence known. Then he motioned about Thrad's dick as though to confirm that it was, in fact, fully inside him. Then he looked up at Thrad with eyes wide with achievement. He didn't have to state his pride. It was plainly displayed on his face. Similarly, Thrad didn't need words to say that he was surprised, and impressed, and incredibly turned on. But he used words for it all the same.

"Holy shit." He said. "Right?" "Is that all of it?" "Yup."

To prove the point Silver took one of Thrad's hands and set it to the base of his tail. And his tail gave way to Silver's tail hole, and the massive cock which was lodged inside it. And that gave way to the base of Thrad's cock, and his large sack underneath it. Everything was there, in one blessed, yet improbable, juncture. Then Thrad felt around the area, as though seeking to confirm what he already knew. Silver had, in fact, taken it all.

"How-" He started. Then he stopped as Silver raised himself off of Thrad's dick. He continued to raise himself, higher and higher, nearly lifting off his cock entirely. Then, just like when Silver was able to fully respect Thrad's girth only after first taking it so deeply, Thrad was now fully able to see and appreciate his own length.

Others had, in the past, been able to take it all. But those instances were few and far between. And certainly no casual lay from Howlr had ever been able to match the feat which Silver had just performed. Then Silver lowered himself back down onto Thrad's cock. When Silver had raised himself to the tip of Thrad's dick, it seemed like he nearly had to kneel straight up to do it. And when he lowered himself back down he had to spread out his knees a little awkwardly. Thrad was big enough that it was physically challenging for Silver to move up and down the whole thing. But then Silver did go deeper down. And he showed no signs of stopping. He hesitated only briefly when he got about halfway down. And then he kept going. And then, once again, it was all inside.

"Fuck." Thrad said. It was all he could say, because he was speechless. And Silver had a playful gleam to his eyes. "That's the idea." He said. Then he raised himself up again, and lowered himself back down.

The hardest part was well over now, but things still weren't quite right. Silver had enough awareness of his body, as well as enough sex sense, to have a keen eye for positioning. So while he had Thrad buried entirely inside him he adjusted the way his legs were resting. He tucked them as far across Thrad's hips as he could, until his knees were nearly reaching the back of the couch they were fucking on. To stay hilted to the bull's cock he had to stay leaning back, so he held tight to Thrad's shoulders to avoid falling backwards. Then he pulled himself forward while keeping his back straight, and lifted with his knees at the same time.

He had to measure the new position carefully, to make sure that it would work. But it had exactly the desired effect. Thrad's cock nearly exited him, then Silver just had to let gravity pull him back down. Then the bull was hilted again, and the process could repeat. However, the new angle wasn't entirely a straight shot. It caused Thrad's head to snag just the tiniest bit whenever it met that bend again. But that would fade as Silver's body got used to being fucked in this deep, thick way. And now the scene was exactly right. The stage was set, and Silver had the position of advantage. And now the fun could begin.

He fucked himself on Thrad's cock in a variety of ways. He wouldn't frequently pull off the majority of his cock, that was reserved for an occasional emphasis to their regular pattern of fucking. For the most part Silver kept himself on the lower majority of Thrad's dick. He rode up a few inches, then rode back down. He enjoyed feeling the head of his cock sliding in and out of that tight space. In so many ways it was like being fucked for the first time, because he had never fucked anything quite so deep before. He lost himself in that feeling. And sometimes, for his own pleasure as well as Thrad's, he would work the head in and out of that bend, over and over.

The effect it had on Thrad was tremendous. It was the tightest of spaces and it worked his head exquisitely. Thrad had skipped the moaning and went straight to snarling because it was nearly too much to bear. But Silver had tremendous sex sense, and he could tell when the head was getting too much attention. So at just the right moments Silver let off of that light sexual torture, and he would return to fucking the lower half of Thrad's dick. Then he would raise himself, and did a few deep, full dick thrusts. Then he fucked himself on the lower half again, then to change it up he would linger on only the upper portion of Thrad's shaft. He was getting a sense of Thrad's cock so deep inside him. At this point he was toying with himself as much as he was toying with Thrad. Silver was feathering his own pleasure. He was fucking himself in accordance to what his body needed at that exact moment.

And at a point Thrad could take it no more.

Up until now his hands stayed respectfully on Silver's hips. He didn't have too commanding a grip on the tabby, because it was important for Silver to move at exactly his own pace. And it was important for Silver to fuck himself at his own pace, as well. He needed to learn what it was like to have such a large cock inside him, after all. But the teasing was over now, because Thrad's carnal instincts were becoming too much. The time had come for a proper fucking. If Silver was receptive to it, of course.

Then he took hold of Silver's shoulders, using his arms to hold the cat in position. Silver readily let up on his grip and let himself lean back into Thrad's arms. It was getting tiresome fucking himself in that way, so he was grateful for the chance to rest. Not that he was able to rest for long. Because Silver had been right about Thrad's strength. Just one hand would have been enough to pin him into all sorts of positions. And with the strength of his core, and his arms, and his hands taking firm hold of Silver's shoulders - there was no limit to what they would be able to do.

"You good?" Thrad asked again. "Y- yeah." Silver said. He had to push the words out between a couple of pants. "You sure?" Thrad asked. Then he started to move Silver up and down on his cock.

He motioned how best he could with his hips, but he was seated firmly on the couch and he couldn't get much leverage. So he did the best he could to move the cat up and down, which was an easy feat for him. It had Silver panting more, and then moaning. He tried to speak a few times, but the words never made their way out. And then Silver stopped trying to speak at all. Not only was he unable to, but he had forgotten how to. He was no longer fucking himself on a massive cock. Now he was being fucked. Again, it was in a way which nature never intended. But, according to Silver's own nature, it was exactly the right place to be.

Thrad kept with his motions for a time. He lifted Silver up and down easily, and used the cat to fuck up and down on his cock. But he needed more leverage than this. First he tried sliding forward on the couch, while never letting up on fucking Silver's ass. That was a little closer, but Silver's legs were still getting in the way. And they were a little useless right now anyway, because any and all of Silver's senses had left him by now. He was deep in the throes of sex. And now it was Thrad's turn to play and toy with the cat before him. He wanted to make him moan, and scream, and cum and beg for more, and quiver in ecstasy. Then Thrad wanted to fuck him through that ecstasy, and never let up. And he needed to begin that pattern now.

He paused their fucking for just a moment, and held Silver tight against his groin. Then, with his cock still hilted in the cat's ass, Thrad stood. It was only the tiniest bit awkward, but mainly because of Silver's useless limbs. The kid himself was incredibly light. Thrad was fairly certain he'd be able to just raise and lower him onto his cock all night. He could use Silver as a glorified fleshlight if he wanted to. Then he would become little more than a thin, furry cock-sheath. They would still be fucking, of course. But Thrad would also, in a way, be masturbating. He would just be using Silver's body to do it.

And this all with only his upper body to do the work. The possibilities were endless if he could use the strength and weight of his entire body.

He stood with his dick still in Silver's ass before he had a particular plan of what to do next. He thought about planting Silver directly onto the couch. There would be a tremendous charm to folding Silver well in half and fucking the cat directly into the couch. But Thrad was tall, and Silver was small, and the leverage still wouldn't be quite right. So he balanced Silver perfectly onto the arm of the couch. His back ran exactly up the center of the arm. Thrad had to raise one leg onto the couch to get the positioning right, but then it was done.

Silver was still folded nearly in half. His legs were raised, and Thrad knew he was free to raise them as much as he needed. He used this freedom liberally, and Silver was helpless under him. His legs were folded, and Thrad used them for leverage, while using his legs and torso to do the bulk of the work. And now the angle was more of a straight shot than it was before. Thrad could bring himself out of Silver's ass, and push all the way in, with little to no resistance. All there was was a tremendous pressure all along the length of his dick as he fucked his way in and out of the tabby below him.

There was just one more thing they needed. Thrad didn't bother to stop fucking while he reached for the lube. And Silver was still panting and moaning, and squirming in every which way. Thrad let up on one of Silver's legs just long enough to reapply lube to his dick. Still he didn't stop fucking. He just let his cock run along his slickened hand with every thrust. He used a few handfuls of lube to make sure all systems were go. It dripped on the couch a fair bit, but that didn't matter. And some of it dripped to the floor, but that was the price of having some good fucking sex. Lube was bought so it could be used. And Thrad used plenty of it now.

As he applied more lube, every thrust came more effortlessly. At a point he felt himself gliding into the cat below him. He applied just a bit more lube for good measure, but this was as good as it got. Which is to say, their fucking had become everything it needed to be, and so much more besides. Thrad set the bottle down haphazardly, not caring that it tipped over and some lube started to spill onto the end table. The fuck did some spilled lube matter? Because nothing mattered, save for the panting tabby from Howlr he'd met just a few hours ago. And with every thrust Silver panted a little more. And they were starting to turn into breathless moans, which were giving way to breathless cries of ecstasy.

This marked the second unanticipated milestone of the evening. Thrad hadn't expected Silver to take his entire cock. And he certainly hadn't expected the tabby to react in the way he was. But he was going to take this cat to his limits, and then beyond them. If all went according to plan, Silver wouldn't be able to walk for a week. As for the immediate future, Thrad wanted to make Silver forget his own name. Soon Silver would know nothing but the cock inside him, and the full body orgasms it was bringing him. With one orgasm crashing into and against the next. Thrad knew he was already on that path. It was just a matter of keeping it up. And for Thrad, stamina was as much a part of him as his strength was. He could lift Silver effortlessly in his grasp. And he could fuck the cat for hours on end. And he intended to.

Now Thrad could fuck with a near reckless vigor. His cock really was gliding in and out of the hungry, needing cat he had folded neatly below him. It met no resistance to speak of, and Thrad could hardly believe that he was full-dick fucking the boy he had just met. He couldn't even imagine what was going on inside that tabby's mind. Thrad could never gauge what it felt like to take something so big, so deep. But apparently it was an orgasmic experience. And things had only just begun.

Whereas Silver had mixed things up while he was fucking himself on top, Thrad fucked in the way he knew how. It made boys like Silver cumming left and right. Which was to say, Thrad found the exact balance between hard fucking, and slow, rhythmic thrusts. Each bottom had their own cadence, their own sweet spots for sheer ecstasy. For Silver that line was trivial to find. Thrad pulled nearly out, and quickly thrust the first half of his cock. Then the second half was a slow grind against and into him. Still the motions came quickly, because Thrad wasn't sure he could handle going more slowly than he was. But even with a fast rhythm that cadence remained the same.

It was exactly the motions to send Silver over the edge.

His moans, pants, and cries had been breathless. But he was vocalizing now, in a big way. It was one of the most feral sounds Thrad had ever heard, and it brought him tremendous joy. Tiny Silver below him was howling like a bitch in heat, and crying and bleating and chittering in a way. He was speaking gibberish and he was beginning to writhe. Thrad had to adjust his grip to keep Silver from falling off the couch. This had the added effect of granting Thrad additional leverage. He could now fuck Silver deeper, and a little bit further into the couch opposed to fucking him straight on.

Now his cock was grinding against Silver's rear with every motion. With every piston, every in and out, and with every time Thrad's cock glided and slid through him, Thrad's cock was ever grinding inside him. It was the added touch which sent Silver over the brink. He was still making the same family of noises, but they were louder now. He was holding desperately onto Thrad's arms and his claws extended fully. He was trying his best to thrust his ass back against Thrad's crotch, but he was so constrained that it was a measly attempt at best. But still he tried, because he had to do something, anything, to handle the cresting and crashing waves inside him.

Then Silver let out an all consuming, blittering yell. And his body started to tremble. And his dick began to erupt.

Silver shot stream after stream. He was folded in a way that he painted his own face, and he was cumming enough that he really started to paint his own face. And still Thrad didn't let up, because he wasn't done. Not by a long shot. He didn't give Silver an inch of reprieve. It was all the tabby could do to muster a few pants by way of coming down from his full body orgasm, before he was back in it. Then it was back to the start, and he was panting again. But in a matter of thrusts he was moaning. Then growling, and then breathless, and then chittering gibberish, and roaring. And although he had no more cum to give, his body would cum again all the same.

Thrad couldn't count how many times Silver's entire body started to tremble under him. But he knew that it wasn't yet enough. By now Silver had definitely drawn blood on a few different places on Thrad's arms, but he took it as a badge of pride. They would heal, and if they didn't then they would be scars of an epic, orgasmic battle. Besides, Thrad didn't have the will to focus on Silver's claws at all. Because, just like Silver had become lost in orgasm after orgasm, Thrad was beginning to get lost himself.

Some time ago he had stopped fucking according to Silver's perfect rhythm and time. There was a way to play every bottom like a fiddle, and Thrad had certainly played this particular bottom to the moon and back. And all the while he had been focusing solely on the pleasure he was giving the cat below him. But that was still pleasure set about his cock. With every thrust he made into Silver, under the guise of getting Silver to cum yet another time, Thrad's own ecstasy had been growing, and developing. And now it was yearning, and he was close. And now was the time for full body, full power, and all-consuming thrusts into Silver's entirety.

Thrad shifted himself, and Silver, to better accommodate this. He leaned fully over the cat now, wedging his legs between them. But Silver was small and his limbs were slight. Thrad hardly noticed his legs between them at all. And Thrad took Silver by the sides of his chest, and wrapped his arms around him. With every thrust he made he began to crunch Silver down upon his cock. And now Silver's hole was laid completely defenseless. It was exactly at the height of Thrad's cock, so each thrust was clean, immediate, and full strength. And Silver was folded so completely under Thrad's weight and strength that he may as well have been fucking the couch itself. Silver was pressed down enough as to achieve that effect. And he was so covered under Thrad's form that to an outside observer Silver might not have appeared visible at all.

Then it was Thrad's turn for his vocalizations to shift. He was pile-driving into the cat now. He pulled nearly out, and slammed remorselessly back in. His balls slapped at the base of Silver's tail with each feral thrust. There was an audible, powerful slap each time their bodies connected. And again Silver was uttering nonsense underneath him. And the air was becoming laden with slaps. As Thrad's pace sped further up the sounds between them started to sound more like grotesque, feral hits. Like some poor creature was being pummeled into the ground. Which, of course, was exactly what was happening now.

And Thrad didn't let up. He fucked Silver relentlessly, remorselessly. Gone was the quest and vision of Silver being unable to walk for a week, although after this he was certain to not be able to. All Thrad could think of was how damned good it felt to be so fully thrusting in and out, with unforgiving speed. Thrad was now using every part of his body to fuck into the small cat he had folded and pinned so tightly. Thrad pushed into him as though he were mustering the strength to push a trailer. At the same turn he pulled Silver into him like he was a gym machine sat to maximum weight. But it was only the same small, tiny, and weightless tabby he was boring down on. It made the fucking ferocious, more than any fucking Thrad could recall. During this time Silver was elevated yet again. He was back to soundlessness, of the sort which transcended any feral uttering which biology deemed possible.

Silver was utterly speechless and senseless below him. And Thrad was beginning to roar. Then he crunched Silver down onto his cock with more fury than he knew he was capable of. And he held the cat impossibly tight, and he raised a leg off the ground to to get absolutely as much of his dick inside Silver's ass that he possibly could. And then Thrad came.

It shook him, and overwhelmed him, and drove him senseless. His body writhed in the force of it, not unlike Silver's body had done so many times by now. And that energy had to go somewhere, but he didn't dare remove the smallest section of his cock from the tabby's ass. So he lifted Silver effortlessly and drove them both onto the couch proper. Once there, he could fuck and spasm into Silver without a care to holding himself up, or worrying about keeping Silver propped up in his arms, or any of it. Thrad had become as limbless and overtaken as Silver was.

He spasmed and twitched inside Silver's rear. When he thought he was done he would spasm and twitch again. And he never let up on his tremendous grip. The only times his cock slid out of Silver even a little bit was only so that he could thrust back in. Using Silver's ass he was trying to milk his cock clean of every drop of cum. Then he knew he had no more cum to give, and still he stayed buried in that deep and tight ass.

He did let up his grip, ever so slightly, on the cat below him. Silver expanded himself into the new territory, but stayed comfortably folded and locked in Thrad's embrace. And still Thrad kept his cock firmly inside him. He made a few more gentle thrusts in and out of his charge then. It was a way of coming down from his powerful climax, which he was still suffering from the echoes of. And then a tremendous exhaustion came over him. Between fucking Silver completely senseless, and then using Silver to fuck himself completely senseless, he was entirely spent. They both were.

They laid on the couch like that for quite some time. They were in a shared afterglow of the best sex either of them had ever had. And Silver never tried to squirm off of Thrad's dick, and Thrad never imagined taking himself out of Silver's ass. So they stayed tangled together, and Thrad stayed hilted in Silver's rear. They drifted to sleep that way. They were both of them exhausted enough that they couldn't have warded off sleep if they tried.