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Dating Out

Chapter One

By Roofles

"Boring. Ugly. Small dick. Too smooth. Needs to trim... to young. Twunky. Not bad but I've already tried." Corey muttered as he laid on his bed in the middle of the night in nothing but a pair of underwear and socks, one hand inside his boxers.

Flipping through his phone, the brightly lit screen was the only light within the twenty-one-year-olds apartment that night. Just flipping through a popular hook up app, searching for anyone to message or nice pics to enjoy as he apathetically looked through them all on his Friday touching himself. A normal weekend for the guy.

"Dick pic. Dick pic. Dick pic... bear booty pic, nice." Corey gave himself a rub for that one. "Damn. Another leather daddy, pups apply only. Damn." He gave a chuckle at that, sifting through a few more pics of the fat ass bear before swiping towards the next person.

Technology was a wonderful thing and with a simple press of a button, Corey had access to every body type he could imagine. Furry, scaly and those in between. Large, fat, short, thin, balding, or just covered in fur. He already set his settings to block certain groups but was open to trying anything out at least once.

Maybe.

There were always limits and Corey could spot the red flags within seconds of swiping to someone's profile.

These were the stereotypical ones that gave little to no info. No pic. No bio. Just blank. Even Corey added some fake shit into his profile to give him some life to it. Twenty-one, five eight, two hundred pound. Only a few lies in there to make himself feel better. The British shorthair cat needed to feel somewhat good about himself and everyone blemished a bit on these apps.

Those without pics were blocked or ignored instantly. No need to take that risk.

Others were just boring or, at times, sad. Corey could figure out why these guys were searching online instead of in a bar somewhere. Sometimes less was more.

"Poor guy needs to buy a dick pump 'cause fuck." Corey swiped past that one, taking his hand out of his underwear by now and resting back, bored out of his mind. There was only so many dick pics you could look at before it became repetitive. "Seen it. Seen it. Seen better of it... Nope. No sir. Not interested. Too fat. Too thin. Already tapped that... and, that's it. What the ever-loving fuck..."

Corey dropped the phone on his chest as he just gazed up at the ceiling, questioning his life choices.

Moving to the city was supposed to mix things up, introduce others into his life. Expand the pool of guys he could check out and look up. He wasn't looking for anything serious, but he couldn't stand the games some of these people wanted to play. Did they get off on that? He never got it.

Corey was a versatile guy and, sure, he could afford to lose some weight but damned if he didn't think himself good enough for a quickie.

"Why can't they just say sex? Is the word taboo? Why all the games? Holy fuck tits, it's just a dick people. Don't need to have a panic attack over it." Corey groaned as he picked up the phone and began flipping through the newest members hoping to catch something. It was his weekend! He didn't want to spend it alone. Even if it was a one-night fling. Something was better than being left with blue balls. "They either want to meet in a gas station bathroom, some shady alleyway, or a motel. Seriously... get a damn apartment like the rest of us."

It wasn't like Corey would invite any of them back to his place. His shitty apartment was already to small with just him there in it. At least he had a place.

"Just..." Corey didn't know what to think as he swiped his finger, pausing at the next picture.

The guy had taken the picture far too close to their face and it was hard to see what kind of Anthro they were. They had fur, so they weren't a scaly or avian. All Corey could make out was their eye and the gray fur around it. It was hard to tell if the fur was naturally gray or just graying with age.

Scrolling down the profile, he read it over.

"Maxwell. Fancy name." Corey snorted as he glanced over it. "Damn, forty-five...?" He paused at that before shrugging. "Might get me a gilf. Or would that still be a dilf? When does the age reach the point that a beautiful sexy man turns from dilf into a gilf...? The great question in life."

Corey stopped his search to swipe over the browser app and look that up, curious when the change happened.

"Oh, huh. Forty to sixty-five ish...? Big variance but not bad." The feline chuckled before going back to the app. "Let's see. Seven three? Shit dude, you got fuck me pumps on or what? And how much do you weigh!"

Corey wasn't to surprised to see the three in front of the weight, but it still took him off guard.

The app he had found catered specifically to larger, older men. The only kind of guys he found attractive. While he never body shamed others, he knew what he liked. The feline liked them big, hairy and hopefully strong enough to bench press the kitty with one arm.

Corey had been teased by his friends about being too picky, but he knew what he liked. No shame in that. He'd toss the other fishies back into the sea for someone else to fish up.

"Canine." Corey took a second on that, ears splaying out. "My parents would be so ashamed," the feline laughed as he stuck a hand back between his legs. "Big daddy dog going to top their innocent feline son. Nice."

The picture of his family's faces in horror as they watched him getting topped by a canine quickly vanished at the idea of thinking of his parents during sex.

"Killed my own fucking mood. Shit." Corey turned onto his side, pushing the DM button to send the canine a message. Nothing much, just a bored young adult trying to help a dilf out. "Your pic is to close to the camera." He ended up messaging and sending the DM to the persons account. "Fuckin' bored. If I had the money I'd order pizza..."

The British Shorthair scratched over his gut with a paw, chuckling as he watched it bounced. For a guy who could barely afford rent, he certainly made do eating. That was mostly in thanks to working at the local convenience store close to where he lived.

He got a discount on the cup ramens there, as well as several other unhealthy kinds of food that kept a poor guy like him alive. Corey had his own place! He paid rent and was making do. Not many could say that in this day and age.

Corey's phone buzzed and he pulled up the messenger part of the app to look at what he had gotten. Corey had messaged several guys this Friday night, hoping to get some company to help with this boner threatening to pierce through his underwear. Very few had replied and the pics he did get killed his boner instead of helping with it.

He needed to put "no pencil dicks" on his profile but tried not to shame those unfortunate enough to be born that way.

"Ugly fucks. Take a bath." The feline's copper eyes rolled as he tapped a pink padded finger against his phone to check out the message he had receive. "Oh. Huh... not sure what to do with this."

It was a message from the last account he had messaged.

"Thanks. I'm still getting used to my new phone." It said. The words weren't broken, and it wasn't in "text speech" as Corey's father liked to call it. "I appreciate the help. I hope your night has been going well, K-Rey."

K-Rey was the fake name Corey decided to use on his profile. His tag was "furball69" but this guy had gone to his profile page to find the name he'd put down for it. Suspicious.

Full sentences, well-structured with periods at the end of each? Was this the same app he'd been trying out the past month? Corey frown matches his ears as his tail flickered. That was odd. Very sus. People don't do that on this kind of app. They send pics before they even bothered texting a hi or hello and here this guy was...

"Not really." Corey felt the need to copy this guy's manner of text as if embarrassed for the older male. "Mostly a bunch of duds tonight."

"Yes. I have seen more pictures of male genitalia than I ever saw at my all-boys school these past several days since I've tried this application. The school also had shared showers with no curtain dividers and still cannot compare." They replied neatly within the minute to what Corey had said.

It was a first. To get such a quick reply. To get a reply so neatly worded without "how hung are you daddy" or "plow you into the fields" shortly after. This was usually quickly followed by pictures. Some would purposefully take minutes before replying as if stringing Corey along. The feline was the one to snip them loose first.

Some of those guys even got mad at the feline when he stopped responding. He wanted to point out that they had been the ones to take their sweet ass time, playing games with a cat. You just don't do that! Feline's invented the string along.

Corey, if only briefly, thought about sending this guy a pic before laughing it off.

"I can only imagine how wonderful that would've been." The feline chuckled at the thought. A guys shower filled with free balling men. Good thoughts.

"It was, unfortunately, a Catholic school, K-Rey." They texted back and Corey winced reading that.

"Not so fun."

"Didn't stop me and a few of the other boys from experimenting." They replied with a winky face.

"Good for you. Stick it to the establishment!" Corey hurrahed in his small apartment with one arm.

"Hopefully, you do not mean literally. Figuratively speaking, we had our means at getting back at 'the man' and giving them the proverbial finger." They replied with another smiley face.

"Good on you." Corey just texted back and left it at that. He didn't expect another message as he went back to sifting through the crap heap that was any hook up app. Mostly dudes just hoping for someone to suck or jerk them off before they got back to the bars.

"I am sorry to hear that you have not had the best of nights, K-Rey. It has been enjoyable chatting with you this late evening." They said. "You are the first to reply without asking for pictures."

"Same." Corey just sent the single word back and figured that would be the end of it.

"The night is still young, if you wish for me to keep you some company." They texted shortly after, and Corey sat up at that with a quizzical expression trying to figure this guy out. Did he want to try some RPing? Maybe swap pics? Voice chat while they jerked off or... what?

"Damn, that's forward. But I kind of like it." Corey's tail tip flickered quickly as he typed back a single word, "sure."

"Wonderful!" The text read. "What would you like to discuss? I am a fan of the theater, myself."

Corey paused at that, rereading the text several times as if trying to decipher a code.

"What do you like to spend time doing, K-Rey?" They asked and Corey blinked several times, rubbing one of his eyes.

This guy couldn't be for real. Corey figured he'd get a few pics, maybe do some sexting before rubbing one out and passing out in the afterglow. Hell, there was a bigger chance that the dude wanted to video call with him than... whatever this was.

"I mostly just chill on my phone these days." Corey typed it out slowly as his brain tried to figure out what angle this guy was coming at him with. "Watch shows online. Play games. The usual thing a bachelor does."

"My son is the same way." They responded and Corey blushed reading that. "You and he would get along well, I'd imagine anyways. Though, these days, he chooses to play a military game online with people he doesn't know instead of spending time with his old man."

Corey could feel how young he was just by reading that and cringed internally. There were so many online military-based games these days it was impossible to narrow them down. He had tried several out and still played some every now and then. They were free to play but took up far too much space on his limited laptop.

"Yeah. Those games are popular." Corey just said, cringing once more as he recalled talking to his father about such things. If this guy turned out to be his dad in disguise, the feline might actually die from embarrassment.

"Are they fun? My son never answers when I ask about them. He says I won't get it." They texted back. "Do you like to play such games, K-Rey?"

Corey wasn't sure why this guy kept using his name like that. Maybe it allowed this older gentleman to feel like they were talking instead of texting? It was hard to say. Other than his father, Corey wasn't familiar with the older generation. Other than the memes associated with them. Some were actually rather damn funny. He had to deal with them enough at work, not wanting to interact with them outside of it, that he could've created a few good ones.

"Yeah. They're a nice way to pass time." Corey shrugged, just answering the guy. He was nice enough. It wouldn't do any harm to kill some time texting him. Maybe help him teach him what this app was usually used for.

Conversation wasn't on the list.

Corey's horny thoughts began to creep back in, and he was wondering what this guy looked like. What was he wearing? If he was wearing anything at all? There was something forbidden and crude and yet arousing at the thought that this guy could be wearing nothing at all. Maybe in his bathtub just texting the feline.

Dare the feline ask the question...? Yes. Yes he dared.

"What are you wearing tonight?" Corey smirked at that. It was so dumb. It was so obvious at what he was getting at, even an older guy like this couldn't miss it.

The feline sat there, waiting for the pics to come and only got a message.

"A bathrobe." They said and Corey felt his face warm up a bit.

"Okay, okay. This is getting interesting." Corey licked his dry lips, wanting to ask to see but got a new message.

"Some socks. A pair of slippers. I try to wear my underwear when my boy is over." It went on. "What are you wearing, K-Rey?"

"Only my underwear." Corey hoped that would get it across. He had half a mind to send pictures. "Screw it," and he did. He pulled back, sending the single picture of his legs, groin, and underwear. The light blue stood out in contrast to his "blue" gray fur that was common amongst British shorthairs. "Just these. In my bed. All alone tonight. It's cold. Would be nice for some company." The cat sent out the bait, waiting to get a catch.

"I hope it isn't to cold there. It gets a bit nippy this time of year in Britian." They replied and Corey wanted to scream into his pillow.

"I bet what you are wearing would keep me warm." Corey tried, he really tried to get this guy to get where he was coming from. Maybe they were just trolling him? Catfishing a cat. Rude.

"Oh, yes. The robe is extremely warm, and my thick fur keeps me toasty even during the rainy season. Which is every day here." They made a joke. A bad joke. A dad joke and Corey was slightly slack jaw reading it.

"Can I see?" Was that to forward? Would they just stop texting him? Corey wasn't sure why he was so incredibly invested in this by now. He really wanted to see this bathrobe, maybe even more than the canine wearing it.

"I might be able to find where I bought it and send you the link." They replied and Corey gritted his fangs, wanting to hiss.

"I rather see yours." Corey texted back and then there was silence. "Heh, figures. I should've known it was to good to be true. Pushed the daddy to far."

The shorthair fell back onto his bed and dropped the phone on his chest, staring up at the ceiling. Was he to forward? That felt silly, thinking such a thing on an app like this. That wasn't how this worked. That wasn't how life was anymore. You played games, you sent pics, you fucked and if the sex was good enough the person would stick around the next morning. Maybe. Probably not.

Is that how people dated? You fuck a guy so good that he came back for seconds and thirds before you trick them into moving in to make things more convenient?

"Am I bad at sex?" Corey frowned at that, afraid to open up that pandora's box right now.

Thankfully, he didn't have to wait much longer as his phone buzzed the next second.

"Is it alright if I send to your number instead of using this application? I do try not to trust these things." It said and Corey mulled that over.

The logical part of his brain was telling him to just block the guy and move on. There were plenty of fish in the sea and the feline did love his fish. The other part of his brain, and the twitching dick between his legs, was telling him to throw logic and reason out the window and text him his number.

And Corey did.

"Fuck." Corey only realized what he had done after he pushed send and ended up trying to delete his phone number shortly after.

His phone buzzed and the notification from above said he had gotten a picture from a new number that wasn't in his phone.

Corey could feel his heart beating quickly as he closed the app down and went over to his messenger app on the phone. His finger hovered over the new number, unsure what to think seeing it. There really was something arousing about all this. Maybe Corey was just tired and horny? Maybe he was just horny and needy? He didn't care as he pushed the icon and opened up the messenger.

There, draped over a leather chair, was a checkered red and black fuzzy bathrobe. This guy had sent him a picture of the "freaking bathrobe!" and not of the canine that was supposed to be wearing it and nothing else.

"It's very nicely made." They added underneath it. "I greatly enjoy it and would recommend you buying one if you are able to."

Corey took a slow, shaky breath before typing out. "I bet the two of us could fit in it." Screw subtly at this point.

"Possibly. We might both be able to fit in it. I am a very large canine, though." They said and Corey was blushing for another reason.

He was being jerked around and cock teased by a dog. A dog! This was insufferable and yet the cat would not back down. There was no way he was just going to let this old dog string him around. This was a game that feline had to win. For his people! For cat kind!

"I'm sure we could make it fit." Corey bit the tip of his tongue, glaring at the phone as if daring the canine to try and get out of this one. "It might be tight, but we can force our way in."

Every other guy had seen through Corey's, not-so-subtle, innuendos. It wasn't possible someone could be this dense.

"If you like, I could get you one. That way you wouldn't have to use mine." They said and Corey's eye twitched.

"This means war." Corey fur stood on end as his fingers hammered on the protective cover of his phone. "I rather wear yours."

"Oh." The next text had read. Corey didn't even care at this point that they weren't using the "Murrfur" hook up app that he'd installed on his new phone. "I will have to wash it first." They just went on. "It might be too large for you, K-Rey."

"I don't mind. You don't have to wash it. I bet it smells just like you." Corey wasn't sure if this was his horny brain talking or if he were just trying to one up this canine at this point. Honestly, it might just be his needy dick at this point.

"Oh." They texted back and there was a pause. Even though the app said they were typing, nothing came at first. "I haven't washed it all week. I sometimes wear it after work. It's just easier to let my fur air out than shower daily."

Corey could feel his toes and tail and whiskers curling at the idea.

"I bet you smell good after a long day of work." Corey was smiling at this point. "Big dog like you coming home, stripping down, and putting on the same bathrobe every night. I'm jealous."

"Jealous?" They asked.

"Wish you would strap me on daddy," Corey refrained from saying that... yet. "I just mean, I live alone, and your warm company would be greatly appreciated. Get up close underneath that bathrobe of yours. Cuddling you for warmth."

"OH." They replied and there was another delay before they continued. "I would greatly enjoy your company, as well, K-Rey. It would be nice to snuggle up to someone in front of the fire."

"My place doesn't have a fireplace." Corey texted without thinking. The cat had been hoping the dog would ask to see his place, maybe come over and maybe the big dog could rail the small helpless pussy cat into the bed...

That did not happen much to the feline's disappointment.

"Mine does." They said and Corey wasn't sure where this was going. "I have a very lovely sofa set in the den. I don't normally need to use the houses heating. Make a nice cup of a tea, get a good book, and let the fireplace keep the place warm while I spend the evening reading."

Corey was hoping for something and got... something? He just wasn't sure what that something was, yet.

"I bet you could keep me warm." Corey tried again. "Feel your fur. Smell it. Cuddling up. Spoon with you."

"Spoon?" They asked.

"Little or big spoon, I won't complain. I bet your fur would feel nice against mine. Rub me in all the right ways." The feline fingers hammered at the device angrily trying to get the point across. He would not let this canine win!

"My fur is very dense. I'd imagine it would be warm for another as well." They said and Corey was beginning to lose hope. "Would you like to meet?" They finally asked and Corey could hear the chorus of the angels calling.

His time was come. And soon enough, he would come to.

"Yes! I would love that. I would love to meet with you, Maxwell." Corey grimaced, realizing he was now typing just like the canine was. "It would make my night to meet with you."

"Lovely! I look forward to it." And then they stopped texting.

"Trolled. They fucking trolled me." Corey turned around and screamed into his pillow as he gripped the phone so tight his nails scratched over the surface. There was a reason why he paid so much for the protective cover.

His phone buzzed and the blue shorthair sat up to look down at the bright device glowing in his hand. It's artificial glow beckoning him like a siren's song in the sea.

"There is a wonderful coffee shop down the street from where I live. Tomorrow, before noon? I look forward to meeting you, K-Rey." They said and it took the cat far longer than he was proud to admit to figure that out.

"He wants to meet. In person. But not for a quick hand job or..." Corey wasn't sure how he had done it, but the feline had just gotten himself a date. On a hook up app. That shouldn't be possible.

"My treat, of course! For suggesting such a thing with little to no notice." They went on as the cat laid there on his back, staring up at the ceiling for a very different reason than he had been before. "The coffee shop is more of a café these days, but they do sell wonderful tea sandwiches and the most delightful of pastries."

"That sounds nice." Corey was still trying to figure this out as they continued.

"I'll send you the address and I look forward to meeting you tomorrow, K-Rey." They said and Corey felt the need to finally correct them.

"It's Corey. Actually. I just use that for the app. My actual name is Corey." The feline blushed, pushing his forehead against his phone as he tried to will all of this to disappear. Maybe he should just stand the canine up tomorrow. That'd teach him, right?

It would be such a dick move and even Corey couldn't do that to the poor guy. He was just a clueless, older gentleman that didn't know how these things worked out. Corey recalled all the times people stood him up and how much it had hurt, even if it had just been for a hook up.

He could kill an afternoon keeping this lonely dog company before going back to his boring life.

"Well then, it is wonderful to having met you and I look forward to meeting you again tomorrow. Until then. I hope you have a great night. Thank you for making mine so much better. Pleasant dreams, Corey." They finished with a dog emoji and Corey had to laugh at that.

He sent back a simple cat Emoji and called it a night...