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Dating Sam had been quite the enlightening experience.

Sure he had made out with girls before, and he had gone to movies and dates, and all that. But there was such an adrenaline rush to do those things with the handsome lion.

Even going to the grocery store together, talking about dinner plans, they just felt so . . . right. And of course so nerve wracking. Even now, he scanned every room nervously before even attempting to try and hold hands with the big cat.

There were other things too, that he didn't really expect. He had always had a pretty strong libido. But damn, Sam was like some kinda . . . sex god! For the first time since he marathoned a jerk-off session just to see how many times he could shoot, his balls ached with just how much Sam and him went at it.

Chris had bent over the cat in every room of his and Sam's apartment. Sam had ridden him every which way. And, god, just the image of Sam's nude body got him hard as diamond. He begged the lion to let him take a picture of his cum filled, gaping pussy because lord, that had been the hottest thing in the world.

And of course, as good as this all had been, Chris knew there was something wrong. A nagging feeling inside the back of his brain. Sam never seemed disappointed with his performances in bed. Hell he had told him on multiple occassion that it was some of the best sex he'd ever had!

But it was little things really. Sam's hungry, lustful gaze seemed to burn bright, but there was some . . . hesitance there. Probably because he had been, until very recently, a huge closet case. But he didn't want to disappoint Sam, or force him to go slow just for his sake. So tonight was about making sure the cat would finally admit what he wanted.

Pizza still warm in his hands, and a cold six pack at his side, he was prepared to make a nice casual date night best as it could be.

Just as he leans down to set the beer on the floor for a bit, the door opens. He looks up, right at crotch level, and raises his gaze up from his well maintained treasure trail, up his cut abs and divine pecs to make eye contact with the very shirtless lion.

"H-Hey!" Chris stammers out, standing back up straight and trying to maintain eye contact rather than ogling Sam more. The lion of course somehow knows exactly what he was thinking, what he wanted, and what he was trying not to do, chuckling as he leaned against the doorframe, puffing out his chest and putting a hand on his sinfully low shorts.

"Hey yourself, sexy." He says, practically purring.

"I uh . . . b-beer." Chris says, rather dumbly raising the hand carrying beer before he's mercifully dragged inside by the big cat.

Before long they were set up on the couch, Sam leaning on Chris as they watched The first thing that looked good on Netflix.

Not that it mattered much, considering the lion was all over the rottie the moment "Sugar Rush" started up.

Kissing the lion, Chris had found out, had been something he never knew he needed until they'd started dating. Sure, he'd fantasized about the lion kissing him during his drunk jerk off sessions. But the feeling of the lion's rough tongue against his own, fighting him for dominance, licking and tasting his muzzle, drinking the cat's saliva- gross, but hell if it didn't turn the dog on.

He groped the lion's exposed body, hands running through his luscious mane before trailing down his chest. He slipped his fingers into Sam's shorts, who responded only by lifting his hips to let them get fully dragged off. And with them off, the scent of the lion's arousal began quickly filling the room. He gives a low growl before breaking away from the feline, kissing down his neck before reaching his pecs, one hand massaging the big, muscular mounds as he takes a nipple into his muzzle. The lion gasps as he teases the little nub between his teeth, a free hand teasing the lion's cunt, gently beginning to rub and tease his lips open, slick juices coating his fingers.

The lion groans, a hand landing on the back of his head and his legs spreading. "So fucking horny. C'mon, baby, jus- mmmm~" He trails off in a low moan as Christ inserted his fingers into the man. He hooked his fingers up, teasing the man's sensitive G-spot before slipping out of him again, teasing his lips, rubbing against his clit.

The lion growled before pushing the dog off of him, right onto his back. He was too shocked to react before Sam had gotten up, climbing over the muscular rottie's body before turning around, backing up his rear until he was nearly pressed against his muzzle.

He was used to being manhandled by the lion at this point, though there was almost a desperate undertone to his nearly frantic actions. But presented with such as sight, he couldn't do much more than pull his cheeks apart and lick from clit to tail hole.

"Ohh, ffffuck." Sam moans out, nearly tearing off Chris's pants, pressing back against the dog who was currently fervently eating out either hole. The lion licked his lips at the sight of the dog's cock flopping out, a wave of the dog's musk hitting the lion like a truck. He licked at the large tool, from his knot to his tip before diving down onto the shaft, getting a sharp buck from the dog.

Chris slobbered over the feline's holes. It was almost unfair, the lion presenting him with both all the while trying to suck his balls dry, but he just couldn't decide. Sampling the lion's juices, playing with his clit, stuffing his tongue in his ass while huffing the lion's strong scent, he was paralyzed with choice. Sam of course wasn't complaining, feeling the dog working him over, heat pooling into his belly. But he had to admit he wanted more.

Sam dove down one last time, knot kissing his lips before he let the cock slip out of his maw, now dripping with saliva and pre. And as much as he hated to do so, he lifted off from his very enthusiastic seat, much to the complaint of Chris.

"Sorry, but I'm not in the mood to wait tonight." The lion says, turning himself around the see the dog's face as he holds the member against his lips.

Almost unceremoniously, the lion drops down on the dog's shaft, impaling himself in one smooth motion, even the half engorged knot popping into the lion's sloppy cunt. The both of them groaned, pleasure flowing through them.

That being said though, Chris was actually panicking a bit. Sam usually didn't go right to knot fucking until he had blown his load at least once. And the feel of Sam squeezing around his knot was almost mind numbingly good. But he quickly figured out that tonight Sam was in charge.

He slowly lifted off of him, knot popping out wetly as Sam left just the tip in, before slamming back down. And then again, and again. He was getting ridden harder than any other time before, he could only grip onto the couch and meet the lion's downward thrusts with bucks of his own.

But it was a hopeless cause once he felt Sam's pussy tighten around his maleness, his own juices squirting around the rottie's cock pushing the dog over the edge. He held the lion down, thrusting as deep as he could as he unloading as much cum as he could, his fully inflated knot only letting a small trickle of cum out.

The two of them were left panting, rubbing and kissing against one another as they came down from their respective climaxes. Still, Chris felt a small pit in his stomach as he did note that the lust in Sam's eye still burned bright.

They two of them stayed lodged together, watching netflix and cuddling up against one another until the dog's cock softened enough that they could comfortably pop out his knot. It was a pleasant night, all things considered. Enjoying one another's presence, along with some good pizza and a better buzz.

But it was finally after his second beer that Chris worked up the nerve to finally bring up the elephant in the room.

"Ahem*." He says, nearly flinching when the lion turned to him, expectantly. "U-Uhh, is something wrong, Sam?"

"Not really, why you ask?" He tilts his head inquisitively.

"I-It's just . . . I dunno." He admits, rubbing the back of his head. "I just get the feeling something's up, you know? And I got the sense it's got something to do with our, uh, bedroom life."

"Aww, you really don't gotta worry, Chris, I'm having a lot of fun." He says, eyes narrowing. "Though I guess if you wanna prove to yourself you can satisfy me, you can fuck my brains out again~" The large cat purs, rubbing his bare crotch onto his own, slick cum rubbing onto his sheath.

"I-I'm serious!" He says with a whine. "I really think you're- I don't know, holding back??" The cat stiffens. "You . . . You are!"

"Chris-"

"C'mon, please, tell me what I can do better. I know I'm not used to man sex and all that, but I mean I can learn-"

"Chris." He says, a paw on his chest, quieting him. Though it was also the lion's beat red face. "Look it-it's nothing. Really."

He lets out a whimper at this point, closing the gap and nuzzling the lion at this point. "Pleeeaase, tell me."

"I- . . . ok." He says, finally acquiescing. "I just- you need to understand, you don't have to rush into anything for me, yeah?" He says, pulling back to look the dog in the eye. "You were, really recently honestly, so deep in the closet you were in narnia." Accurate, if a bit hurtful.

"I get it, but I mean you can at least tell me right? How bad can it- Ohmygodyouwannahavekinkygaysex." He says, all at once, images of men in leather, smoking cigars as they gagged their partners. Though, Sam in a leather harness did seem hot . . .

"N-Not kinky or anything!" Sam says, ears pressed back. "I just . . ." He flops down, head tucked into the crook of Chris's neck. "I wanna fuck you . . ."

"Oh, I mean we can fuck-"

"No, I wanna fuck you." He says. He lifts his head up, eyes unable to meet his own. ". . . You know what a strap on is?"

". . . Can't say I do." Though Chris had the feeling that he'd know what he meant real soon.

The T.V. was flipped off as they went into Sam's room, the rottie sat on his bed as Sam rummaged through his closet, finally pulling out a cardboard box of some kind.

"So a strap on is just, uh, well it's just a dildo I can wear, to fuck someone else."

". . . O-Oh! So when you said that earlier-" He felt himself clench down back there.

"L-Like I said! No pressure!" Sam provided urgently as he walked over to Chris.

"I mean- Honestly I, uh, well I never even thought of it." Chris says, his own face plenty red. "But I'd be willing to try."

". . . Really?" Sam asks, putting a hand on his leg. "Seriously, no pressure. I'm very happy with what we usually do."

"I-I mean, with you at least, I'm comfortable with the thought . . ." he says, hand reaching over to the box, opening it to reveal just a ludicrous amount of dildos. Though he had a suspicion that even one dildo to him would be ludicrous. "I-I've had a finger up there before."

"Haha, it's a bit more intense than a finger." He says, moving the box so they both had equal access.

"But it feels, uh, good. Right?"

"It changes person to person, and depends on how good the top is. You've seen how good it is for me, haven't you?" Chris's member throbbed at the thought of the lion moaning on his cock. "I've been told I'm a pretty good top, too."

He gulped. "So, uh . . . should we start now?"

"Whoa, slow down there!" He says, chuckling. "It's your first time right? We'll take it a bit slow."

The lion set the box aside, having picked out one of the silicon phalluses. A leonine member, about six-ish inches. Chris was thankful he hadn't taken anything massive out. "Anything the size of me, heh" he thought to himself nervously.

The lion slipped it on effortlessly, turning to him hungrily. Like a hunter who spotted his prey. He even seemed to stalk him, circling around the bed.

Sam finally climbed the bed, pulling Chris up fully to lie down, the silicon member touching his own. The dog couldn't help but shiver, both at how vulnerable he felt, and the sheer eroticism of the lion now frotting with him.

He moaned at the feel of the lion's paw stroking the both of them together, Sam sparing no mercy as he begun to suck and nibble on the rottie's collar bone, a weakness for Chris that the cat liberally abused.

Sam played him like a fiddle, his fingers pinching his nipples before his rough tongue attacked the sensitive nubs, hands stroking the tip of his shaft before trailing down to roll his balls, the lion's mane tickling and teasing his body as he slowly made his way down.

Lower and lower he went, lips gently brushing over his abdomen, barely touching his shaft as he smirked up to Chris. Finally, the lion revealed his true target, taking the rottie's legs and spreading them effortlessly, lifting them up to reveal his virginal tail hole.

He of course couldn't see the lion licking his lips at the sight of his winking pucker, but certainly he felt the moment that wet tongue hit his entrance, making him let out a surprisingly high pitched moan.

He grabbed his own legs, in part out of shock of just the sensation. That soft, slimy appendage, licking up and down his crack, dipping just into his hole, it was . . . it was amazing. He couldn't contain his moans, as much as he was embarrassed by them. Feeling the man kiss his hole, swirl his tongue around the rim, then try to jam the slippery appendage into him, it was, god he felt like a pervert for liking it so much.

The lion spread his cheeks wide, pushing his muzzle, tongue unrelenting until- "Oo-Ohhhhhhh~" Chris moaned loudly, eyes blurring as he felt Sam finally slip into him, his tongue thrashing and swirling about in his hole. It was oh so much better than a finger, hell it maybe even felt better than a blowjob!

But the lion wasn't even close to done, as he finally found his mark. The dog actually genuinely barked at the sudden spark of pleasure that rocketed up his spine, then he let out a strangled scream as Sam began whole heartedly licking at the little bundle of nerves.

He was a shivering, shaking mess as his prostate was relentlessly assaulted, the sound of the lion's loud slurping nearly drowned out completely by Chris's loud exclamations.

Much to his dismay, however, he felt the lion suddenly pull out, looking drunk on musk, chin matted down with his own spit.

"Wh-Why'd ya stop?" He asks, almost whimpering.

"Hehe, time to get to the main event." He says, climbing back up to get face to face with the big dog. "Don't worry, I'll eat you out some more later." He gives a conciliatory kiss on the rottie's pouting lips.

He leans over, shuffling in the drawers to grab a bottle of lube before leaning back up. He drizzles a generous amount of lube onto the strap-on, stroking it to spread it over evenly. Chris had butterflies in his stomach, knowing the lion could be intense in their sessions. He could easily imagine Sam being a rough lover, but he trusted him to be a bit gentle on the dog's first time.

Sam urged Chris to wrap his legs around his waist before those paws went back up to the rest of him, stroking his fur and massaging his pecs. The dog shivered, the tip of the lion's member at his entrance.

"You can still back out, you know." Sam all but whispers, a paw on his cheek.

"I know." Chris replies, leaning into the gentle touch. "I want this." The lion growled at that, gripping his member as he began entering the dog.

Much to his relief, Sam didn't just thrust into the dog. Rather he eased the tapered shaft into his hole before pulling out, slowly sawing just a few inches of the silicon phallus into him. Still, there was a slight burn from the stretch, and the little bumps from the "barbs'' teased him in strange and new ways that the tongue had not.

"Mmm, relaaaax~" The lion purred, slowly stroking his member from knot to tip with both hands. "Deep breaths."

He tried to take the lion's advice, but he found himself tensing up still, groaning as the shaft stretched him wider and wider. He gasped, gripping at the lion's wrist as he felt the lion hit his prostate, just barely brushing over it, but the feeling like a lightning bolt shot up his spine right into his cock. In a good way.

The lion smirked at him knowingly. Moving his hips again, hands no longer on his shaft, instead holding the rottie's hips from thrashing as he was met with alien pleasure coursing through him. This was, lord it was so different from the tongue. It was intense, verging on, on painful?

Before he knew it, the lion was fully hilted in him, hips flush with his own, shaft so deep inside him, filling him to the brim. Jesus, how did the lion take him at all?

"How're you doing?" The lion asks, head hanging over his own.

"I-IIIiiI'm good." Chris moans, the lion shifting his hips, stirring his insides.

"Hmhmhm, you ready to start then?" He asks, slipping out his shaft, which felt, god it felt weird and wrong, both in sensation and in the void it left in him. But he also could barely contain his whimpers as he felt that barbed member drag back against his love nut. "I'll take that as a yes."

The rottie was in heaven. Feeling the lion almost leasurely fuck him, the feel of his hips slapping into his own, always hitting just the right spot inside him. He felt like he could cum at any second now.

His hand reached down for his shaft, but was stopped by the lion's paw, a sharp thrust making him gasp.

"Not just yet~" Sam cooed, speeding up just a bit, but the new pace was enough to leave him breathless.

All at once though, it occurred to him. The lion wasn't letting him cum, at least not yet, the bastard. He growled, trying to push back against the lion, itching to finally get past the edge he was put so dangerously close to. But soon enough the lion was holding his hips still, only placating the dog with a few more punishing thrusts.

He wanted to stay at least a bit annoyed, but each smooth pass over his love nut made him see stars, left him a drooling, panting mess, cock throbbing mid air as he whined and whimpered for just a little bit more. It was only made worse when the lion began purring, paws roaming over his body, leaning down to pepper kisses on him.

He bucked his hips into Sam's paw lightly grazing his cock, growling when he was once again denied satisfaction, but it morphed into yet another groan as Sam angled his cock juuuust the right way, his barbs grinding into his prostate, tip feeling deeply seated in his gut.

On and on it went, long and languid thrusts, with some harsher ones peppered throughout. The dog was left a limp, drooling mess, both from his mouth and his cock, which had made a veritable puddle on his stomach with just how much pre he was spewing out.

"Pllleeeeash~" Chris slurred out, his knot aching at this point.

"Hmmmm? P-Please what?" Sam asks, his own voice shaking with the lust he could barely contain.

"Let me cum, Sam, I need iiiit~" Chris whimpers out, looking back and giving the best puppy dog eyes he could.

"Mmf, need it bad?"

"So bad."

"You like me fucking you that much? Want more? Want harder?"

He groaned at the lion's words, only able to nod his head. Had he been looking, he'd see the wide smirk on the lion's face.

"Well, since you've been such a good puppy . . ."

Sam pulled out to just the tip, just before ramming back in, every inch he could manage grinding hard against Chris's prostate, making the dog throw his head back, yowling in pleasure.

The lion didn't stop there, giving it to the dog exactly how he asked. Hard, fast, brutal. The sound of their hips clapping together filled the room, along with the wet sounds of the dildo fucking the man's hole open. Even louder though was the sounds Chris was making, nearly screaming out in pleasure now, in a near constant stream of expletives and "yes!" and "more!"s.

The rottie couldn't bring himself to be embarrassed, let alone care. His mind was fully blank at this point. His entire body felt alight with pleasure, all stemming from that little bundle of nerves inside him being worked over expertly.

In moments, he could feel his balls drawing up to his body, the heat pooled in his stomach so much. And after so much build-up, the pressure felt immense.

"Ohh~ G-Gonna- GRRRRAAHAHHHAAAA" He cries out, no sooner the words escaping his mouth than the lion had jumped into action, biting down on his shoulder and both hands wrapping around his throbbing knot, milking him for all his worth.

He felt like the world stopped for a second, and then it all came crashing down as he felt his cock shooting out cum harder than he'd ever had before.

His entire body was convulsing, back arching enough to lift the lion up a little as he was fucked through his orgasm, milked for every last drop of cum he had to offer. It lasted so long, just more and more lines of cum shooting from his cock until his chest was soaked in jizz.

He was gasping for air, his whole body tingling, each tiny movement from Sam echoing the immense pleasure he was just put through.

Carefully, Sam pulled out of him, getting one last whimper from Chris as he was left with an utterly empty feeling, but was also relieved that his oversensitive hole was given a break.

"That was . . . . Fuck. You're amazin' Sam."

"Hehe, glad you liked." Sam says, admiring his handiwork. The dog was an extremely hot lay, as always. He loved an expressive guy, and had to admit, getting the dog so surprisingly subby had been a huge turn on.

He undid the straps and took off the strap, revealing his absolutely soaked crotch. At the sight, and the scent of him, Chris found himself licking his lips. Sam of course noticed, and smiled toothily before climbing up over Chris, his nethers hovering over the dog's muzzle.

He slowly lowered himself, and immediately Chris went to town, lapping and licking at the soaked pussy, hands on his ass, massaging him and spreading his cheeks, fingers dipping into the crack.

"F-Fuck, you horny dog." Sam gasps as he grinds himself into the man's face. He didn't even need to look back to know the dog was miraculously hard again. He purred, legs shaking as he could feel himself getting close again.

Looks like the night had just begun.