Annniversary.txt
Anniversary - M/M, Anal/Oral/Kissing/Caressing/Rimming/First-Time, Gloryhole/Bathroom, Canine/Feline - November 09, 2010
By Afril, With help from Chaos Blackwing
(cl) The Gay Furry Association
Another one of Those dreams I had to write down
Tamas sighed... He was so pre-occupied with his upcoming anniversary, he almost forgot to be bored at the Blah-Blah meeting. There were always some fancy words bantered around, but all anyone heard was "Blah-Blah-Blah"... All you had to do was remember a couple of the highlighted notes on the Memo - That was e-mailed Before the meeting, passed around At the meeting, and put in the 'Semi-Monthly' report After the meeting, and you were knighted as a 'Team Player'.
The days had been ticked off on the calendar that hung in his 'Male-Cave' - A room set aside by his wife for 'Males doing male Stuff'. She did draw the line at pissing on the walls though. That was the place he stashed the slinky little dress that she wore on his Birthingday... And he would Never be able to hear the word 'BackDoor' again without shivering.
Thank the Blessed Gods for Lunch! He shut everything down, got his coat and walked down to the Tube, slipping inside to grip a handle. He barely noticed the hands caressing his butt... He never looked over to see Who the hands belonged to - It happened every day, and to tell the truth, it kinda made him feel special. Tamas slipped his ring off, swallowed... And stepped into one of the more garish places on the strip. To his left was every kind of penis that nature created... And several that she hadn't - Including a life-like Gray Whale member. Six feet by Two feet, natural pink color. 'Gift-wrapping available', made the canine snicker... He shuffled past, trying his best not to stare. Down the isles, past leather and metal items that made him sweat a little, to the rack of magazines. Now, he Loved his wife, Never though of straying... But Damn! Did those males have to be so - Buff? So Hot and desirable and... Talented! He had a single, unlabeled vid he kept hidden - Feral Wolves In Lust. 'Two male wolves fight each other for the position of Alpha.' Staged or Real, he never got past the first time Dark-furred woof Number One slams his knot into Dark-furred woof Number Two's ass, both of them howling as they cum.
He whimpers, hands shaking as he scans for a certain... There! Oinker's Monthly. Boars doing things to other boars that would make him *Blush* just thinking about it. And always the same picture on the back-cover - A tusked hog with a plain leather harness that somehow enhanced his big belly, and a bigger corkscrew cock in one big hand, huge naked balls hanging under it. 'You Want This? You Gotta EARN It.' made the canine clutch the thick periodical. He took a deep breath. He was married. He was Straight. And this was for a Special Lady he would Gladly take every inch of that fat, thick pig-cock... Hells! Adjusting his pants, the male kept both eyes forward, the magazine firmly tucked under his arm. He put it on the counter, ignoring the caress on his hand - Marcel did it to everyone. "And a bottle of Kessis - Yanno, if you have it."
The ferret winked and delved into the case, quickly lifting out a bottle, putting it and a glass on the wooden shelf. He held up a hand... Poured a shot of liquor, a fourth shot of Bitters, a fourth shot of Mint extract, then stirred it well. The dog saluted the shopkeeper, slugged it down... And wheezed. Half a glass of water helped him breathe again. This time the hand stayed on his...
"You should wear your ring proudly. I still wear mine. This month would have been ze Fifteenth anniversary."
Tamas shivered... "Cancer?" He had lost way too many relatives to the Wasting.
The male smiled sadly and lifted his hand, kissing the ring-finger, where something had obviously been worn for a long time.
"Baseball Bat. The docs say he didn't feel anything After the first blow. It took some time for zem to put enough of his face together for me to identify my Jacque."
Tamas held the firm hand a moment longer. Then shivered again, as the ferret packed up his items. Why did he slip his ring off when he went to places like this? Afraid she would somehow 'know' he had thoughts about other males? He slid the gold-circle back in place and got a smile from the male. Then slipped back out and down to the Tube - After making sure there wasn't a Big wet spot in his pants.
* * * *
"Gerod." The feline grinned at his fellow worker-drone... If you needed something Special, you went to Gerod. He watched as the handsome male checked each stall out... Before handing him something wrapped in brown paper. Sure he could buy it himself - But it was much more fun to make the Straight-males squirm... To watch them question their 'preferences'.
"Anniversary, Two days. No problem."
Then he dropped the bundle and his tail floofed out as Tamas put a hand on either side of the wall, leaned forward... And mashed their muzzles together. And Damn, that doggy could Kiss! If he didn't have a meeting in half-an-hour, the feline would grab the hunk by the bulge in his pants, pull him onto the nearest stall and show him what it felt like to be balls-deep inside another male... But the canine pulled back.
"Thank You." he whispered, smiling shyly... Before turning and walking away. With a sway to his hips that made his busy tail swing and bounce and... Gerod ran into the nearest stall, barely closing the door before his pants hit the floor. His cock snapped erect, and he wheezed, biting his lower lip as thoughts of that big, sexy tail rubbing against his naked body played out to it's spurting all over the place conclusion. Gods... How to re-pay the mutt for that moment of bliss - Then his eyes narrowed, and he 'smiled'... Tamas might never Forgive him - But he wouldn't Forget the feline either. A quick texting on his phone sealed the Faustian bargain.
Looking at his watch, Gerod sighed. Then at his dick, still stiff and ready. Back at the watch. Back at his still-dripping cock... Plenty of time. Especially with an 'aide' - The feline carefully reached down and gripped the 'package', slitting the paper with a claw. Propping the magazine on the back of the toilet he moaned, stroking the forest of barblets that nested along his pointed cock-tip.
The male who had come to use the urinal almost pissed himself when he heard, "Ohhhhh - Yes Sir! I will Earn every inch of..." coming from a stall. Finishing up, he washed his hands, dried them... And snuck over to peek in on a feline, pants around his ankles, body still shuddering. Gerod? With a wicked grin on his muzzle, the co-worker quietly eased open the stall door, reached in - And stabbed his thumb into the feline's quivering ass, pushing it against the puckered hole, and *Flicking* it upwards. The cat froze for a long moment... Then screamed and arched up, blowing whatever he had left in his balls all over the back wall.
The canine quietly closed the stall door, washed his hands again and whistled something quietly as he walked down the hall - Seems a certain Rival was going to be late to the meeting... And in no condition to raise arguments against His plans. Then he thought about how the sexy male's rear felt against his hand... His thumb. Damn! Quickly he trotted to his desk and dashed off a quick memo stating both he and Gerod would unable to attend - 'Product testing' covered a multitude of sins... Including the sample tube of SlickStuff he held in one hand. Returning, he found the feline slumped over, still in the stall.
Gerod wasn't out it so far he couldn't moan when a thumb pressed something slick and cool against his anus. Nor yeowl when something much Bigger, Thicker and Hotter replaced it, sliding deep into his guts. He sniffed - No mistaking That cologne. It Would be Him, Dammit... A hand slid up his shirt, tweaking his nipples, the other holding his hip steady for the hard meat-stick that plowed into his cat-ass so wonderfully. As he grabbed the toilet, arching against his Lover, his phone vibrated... Bastard even covered for them - This was going to cost Dinner at the least... A tongue slid across his ear and he moaned, shoving his phone back into his shirt-pocket. Probably drinks afterwards.... The feline reached back and Gripped his rival's butt, holding it while he ground his rump into the gasping male's crotch.
"You free tonight?" got a moan in response... And fingers squeezing his balls, a thumb teasing his cock-tip. He turned his head, kissing his Lover, tongues touching as the fat cock inside him pulsed, squirting hot, sticky jets of seed into his guts. Mmmmmmm... And there was still a fist-sized knot grinding against his opening, spreading his cheeks apart... To Hells with Oinkers Monthly - He was going to ask for 'Big, Bad Woofs' instead... The feline *Squeezed* the dick inside him again, looking at the hog on the magazine cover - Welll, maybe once in a while.
* * * *
Tamas checked the note again - 'The Rosy Tom. After work. -G' He didn't know How Gerod got the things he did, but it wasn't easy to surprise a Montain. He had managed to do so twice in their Eight years of marriage - Three times if you count the proposal. Well, this was the Rosy Tom - A neon rose held by a somewhat flamboyant feline as a fig-leaf. Wait - Did it actually... No, just a shadow. He opened the door and stepped inside to -
A Feline Bar. An all Male, all Feline bar. Cats were parading around in various states of undress. Cats were dancing on round stages to hissed yowls whenever a naked butt got too close to hand or muzzle. A lion the size of a Bear tended bar. He half-way expected everything to come to a screeching halt - Dog in suit and tie walking into a queer cat show. Nope - he did get a lot of narrow-eyed stares. And a lot of bared teeth... He also got fingers combing his tail every step of the way to the bar - What was it with his appendage? Felines had tails as well - Maybe not a hairy, but still... Finally! An empty stool in front of a wooden bar never looked so good.
But as he moved to park his rear on it, a big hand grabbed his shoulder. "What makes you think you can sit there, Dog?"
Tamas was tired. Tamas was thirsty. Tamas turned his head and looked into the emerald green eyes of the panther whose fur was as dark as a moonless night. So someone wanted to play the 'Species' Card? Fine by him.
"PureBreed." he spat into the feline's face, making the green eyes widen. "I am Tamasin O'Donal Flinters, Mutt. My father is Donal Flinters, and walked a beat for Twenty-Three years before a robber decided he would rather shoot a cop than go back to jail. The reason I am here is because my Anniversary is in two days and I have been promised something special by a friend - Who is also a Feline. Now, I know you can fold me up and toss me into the nearest wastebasket without too much trouble, but I would just have to unfold myself and come back in, because until Gerod comes through with that Very Special something, I am going to be here."
Tamas sighed. "My wife is Marie-Bethanne Flinters, Nee Montain. Of the Sinclair Montains. You want to insult me? Every year, invite me to a Mansion that if I worked three full lifetimes, I couldn't afford. Parade every eligible (And Very Rich) male past my wife, with not-so veiled insinuations about what she Could have had - And still could Have, if she wanted. Every year I get a pile of cash that could buy you, me, this bar - A dozen times over, tossed in my face. All I need to do is 'Disappear' from Marie's life. Hells, I don't even have to divorce her - We could still be Lovers... And you think 'Dog' is going to upset me?"
The canine expected anything but the hand sliding down to undo the snap over his tail, unzip his fly, then giving the cloth a push so it puddled at his feet. Fingers dug into his cheeks as the mountain of black fur hugged him tightly, growling, "Brother" into his ear. His own hands flailed around uselessly, until they gave up and reached down to grip the feline's 'naked' rump, getting a rumbled purr. His wife's butt was round and firm and he loved every inch of it. This one was round and firm and... Moving against his hands, pushing back... Forcing him to grab them more firmly as the muscles moved in an impossibly erotic way against his palms. He was almost disappointed when the clawed fingers stopped bruising his ass and let it slip down onto the cool material.
"What I meant, Dawg, is you can't sit on the stool clothed. Long as you are male and Willing to be touched, you are welcome."
The chuckle and the soft kiss on his cheek only made the embarrassment that much stronger. Before Tamas could stammer an apology, the slab of lion, in a harness very much like the hog wore on the magazine came over. "What ya want?"
He *Wanted* to bury his foot in a certain cat's ass - But Gerod wasn't around. Besides, he would probably enjoy it too much. Kessis was good, but Expensive. So - "Beer, Please."
"Tap or bottle?"
Hmmmmm... "If you have 'Mountaineer' on tap, Sur- *Mmmmpf*"
A hand bigger around than his leg wrapped around the back of his head and lips warmer than the noonday sun took his in a kiss that melted the canine into a puddle. His cock shot out of it's furry holder, a pair of clawed fingers helping the knot slide free, caressing the impressive (for a dog) length.
"Brother..." the lion purred, letting the sexy male go to get a pair of mugs, as the panther nodded. 'Mountaineer' was a blue-collar beer - Not great, but not bad. It was also triple the alcohol of most beers. He could drink one... Maybe two and still make it hom- A mug big enough to swim in dropped in front of the canine. A big hand slapped his butt.
"Drink Up, Brother."
* * * *
After one and a half steins of brew, Nature decided it was time to go drain the bladder - Which was hard, because hands kept rubbing his balls, caressing his butt, and combing through his tail - That wouldn't stop wagging! But of course Nature Always wins these battles... So he sighed, pulled his pants up, and got steered towards the back, where a plaque showed a picture of a cat pissing... Which for some reason he found hilarious. Whooo - He. Was. Plastered... Tamas dropped his pants, giggling as he let go, wondering if an 'all-dog' bar would have fake trees instead of a fake grass. A button brought a waterfall, and he leaned forward, letting the cool water spray over his sheath-end.
"Psst..."
His ears came up as from one of the stalls a hand crooked a finger at him, pointing to the stall next door. "Out of paper? No prob..." He shuffled over, hanging onto the stall-door for a moment, before entering the toilet. It was surprisingly clean... With a hole in the wall. As he bent over to pull some paper off the roll, a hand snaked through the hole and Grabbed his balls!
"Hey!" he yelped, lurching as his sack vanished onto the hole. "I... I... Unnnhhhh..." Lips pressed to his scrotum, kissing the front while fingers held the backside, one of them teasing the ridge between. Then heat blew across his sheath, and he gripped the wall, noting there were plenty of grooves already scratched in the partition.
A hand slid his sheath back, a warm raspy tongue cradling his cock-head. "I'm..." Tamas moaned as those same lips engulfed his dick, pushing his furry dick-holder back, slipping it deeper, making the male gasp. His wife sucked on his dick, but only until he was hard... Then it went elsewhere. This male sucked on his shaft, pushing his knobs out of his sheath, head bobbing back and forth until he groaned as warm lips touched them, a tongue teasing the rounded base. He whimpered as the muzzle slid back to kiss his dripping pointed tip.
"Up or Down, tasty Puppy..."
Huh? Tamas came up on his toes as that rough tongue kept working over his sensitive head.
"Can't decide? Meet me in the Last stall - I promise to make it worth your time..."
Tamas was Straight. He was drunk... And he was - Curious. Up or Down what? He somehow made it out and stumbled down to the 'Handicapped' stall. Empty... Then he was grabbing the toilet lid as hands gripped his ass firmly, a deep rumbled purr vibrating his hips as his cheeks parted, a big muzzle pressing itself in. Gods! Never in his wildest day-dreams did the male think about having his butt - Oh Gods! Kisses teased his anus, that same tongue flicking over it, making his tail arch up and pre splatter the wall as fingers wrapped around his throbbing dog-meat.
Fangs pressed into his cheeks, followed by those soft lips and a warm nose rubbing the bite-marks. Unnnhhh! Tamas melted into the male's advances, gasping as his hips got turned, a big body covering his as the feline kissed his gasping mouth. He opened his eyes - To stare into the green eyes of a tiger, clawed fingers caressing his butt, cock rubbing his... Gods it was Bigger, Longer - And dripping pre on his belly.
"I..." he got hushed again, only this time the lips touched his ring.
"It's ok.." the feline rumbled, "We get all kinds here." The buttons on his shirt magically opened and the striped feline's head slid forward to flick a raspy tongue across a nipple. "She doesn't do this..."
Tamas shook his head, arching as fingers teased the other bump. He stared, totally unable to do anything but watch as the big head slid down his belly, breathing hot and wet on his stiffness. A hand squeezed his ass, fingers slipping inside his crack to again play with his rosebud. Almost breathless, he watched the male open that fang-rimmed mouth and like in some cheap vid, engulf his cock. Not a little, not a hesitation... Knobs and all, it vanished into molten wetness. The canine smacked his head on the back wall as suction tugged his meat, muscles squeezed it. He gripped the rails, remembering to breathe when the hand that was teasing his nipples, slid across his side to join it's twin in working his butt over.
A purr vibrated his hips, making his balls swell and his head bang against the wall again. Ow! He squeezed the railing as the tiger let his knobs slip out, bobbing the striped muzzle for a long moment... Then stopping. Tamas almost danced with desire - Then his butt clenched around the fingers and his legs pushed up, getting another purr as he humped the male's face.
"Oh... Oh Gods - I'm gonna..." The warning only made the feline suck all the harder on his cock, tease his butt more roughly until the poor canine arched up, his whole body shuddering as his 'cannon' blew his nuts into the hungry maw.
* * * *
Tamas floated above his body, barely feeling the finger slip inside his quivering anus, nor the teeth pressing into his knobs - They just added to the pleasure... And the cream he kept pumping into the greedy male's throat. One last kiss on his cock-tip and the male was standing... Looking him over with a sad smile, before turning away... He forced his trembling arms to reach out, his weak legs to hold himself up long enough to grab the startled feline, both of them falling onto the toilet with an 'Oof!', his cock split the striped cheeks, digging a furrow in them, resting against the strong tail.
"Change your mind?" made him laugh, kissing a pointed ear.
"Thank you." he panted in that same ear, hugging the feline as best he could, getting his breath back.
"Anytime Sexy."
It took a while for his knot to get soft, the firm male-ass squeezing and rubbing his shaft didn't help things any - But somehow he managed. One last long kiss and he watched the beautiful rump disappear back into a pair of shorts - But not before it was shoved against his face and he had spent several eternities chewing on it. Tamas reached up to push the button through it's hole in the strap that rode the swaying tail, his own shirt and pants rapidly following suit. Well - Gerod hadn't shown, and he'd gotten his first blow-job from another guy - Crap! Gods, What would his wife say?
'Why didn't you bring him home, so we could Both enjoy the big male?'
"Hey..." The feline purred as Tamas grabbed his butt. "How do you feel about... Females?"
The tiger looked at him for a moment... Then lifted his chin, grinning at the redness staining the cute dog's cheek.
"Ass is ass, and I don't mind a nice set of tits. But when it comes to Oral, I am strictly a cock-kitty." He cupped Tamas' face, kissing the male again.
Kihn had done plenty of 3-ways before. Couples get bored and want a little 'spice' in their marriage. Some guys were devoted to their wives - But had an itch only another cock could scratch. Some see it as a one-time thing... Curiosity satisfied, they go on with their lives. Some enjoy the taste of 'Forbidden Fruit' - But only when drunk, or whatever excuse is needed so they don't feel so guilty.
Then there are guys like this one - Virgin in the ways of male-male sex. Fearful, but knowing sooner or later it was going to happen. Damn - One hand had undone the tiger's back-button, then slipped in to caress his ass again. The other was holding his head, a thumb rubbing his ear. He cupped the dog's crotch, watching the soft brown eyes glaze over... Hell, if this woof ever 'played around' in school, it never got past the 'Touching another guy's dick' stage.
He opened his muzzle, watching the male panic a moment... Then hesitantly slide his soft tongue over the feline's lips, touching the raspy carpet of muscle. It would be easy to fall for a guy this sweet, cute... Crap! Kihn was going to owe a certain bastard Cat something expensive - 'You might want to be in the Rosy Tom about 6ish. -G' So he had come and sat and watched this canine come in. Cute, scared but resolute. He waited until a couple of beers had gone into the dog before heading for the bathroom... Then it was just a matter of waiting for his 'prey' to enter his den.
"Think you can hold another beer?"
Tamas laughed quietly, then dropped his pants and stepped out of them. "Sure."
The tiger did the same, and they walked out, hands on butts, to find a pair of stools.
The End