Raw or Remastered
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This is a furry adult story containing gay males in sexual situations as well as explicit language and descriptions. No kids are allowed so this story is only for those who are 18/21 or whatever the age is at your legislation. If you are not of the legal age, you shouldn't view this story because you might lose your innocence. Also, by browsing this story you have done so by your own consent and wish to view such material. if you do not wish to view such material you should leave this site immediately.
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Hello, all, and welcome to reading my new story!
This story will be told in two parts, for I decided that I wanted to post the first part of it as promised, and I also felt that having a massive 20,000-word yiff scene might cause some people to lose interest - and maybe something else, too - somewhere along the way. Thus, this story will be published in two sections. Hope you guys won't mind a cliffhanger ;)
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Thank you all, and happy pawings!
Cheers!
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"I just can't believe you're gonna let me do this, guys!" Andy chuckled excitedly as he jumped heavily from one footpaw to footpaw.
"Hey, watch it, man! You don't want to drop that!" Lyons yelped as he watched the bear move in a manner that put the expensive-looking digital video camera he was holding into jeopardy.
The bear snickered at his wolf friend's distress and simply shrugged while he continued to play around with the small touch-sensitive screen at the side of the camcorder which he was currently trying to keep trained at the single bed pushed between the wall and the radiator. The blind on the room's sole window had been drawn down and Lyons had even convinced his roommate to take down the Twilight posters that usually adorned the walls, just for this one special occasion only. They were doing this on his boyfriend's bed because he claimed that the blue sheets made for nicer contrast with his furs.
"It's alright, he can afford to buy you another one if he smashes it into pieces, "Sampson smirked and flashed a toothy feline smile for the bear before he nuzzled the wolf's neck and wound his long arms around him properly.
"I may have to sit on your bed for some of the shots, Lyons," the bear replied as he moved around the somewhat cramped dorm room, testing out different kind of shots while peering into the tiny screen.
"As long as you won't fart on it, and remember not to make it squawk when you move," the cheetah chuckled, his voice muffled by the fact that he had his nose pressed against the wolf's neck.
"Hey man, he's not shooting yet!" Lyons the wolf complained half-seriously and gave the cheetah's side a rub with his knuckles while he gave the bear a frowning look.
"Oo mares?" the cheetah seemed to rumble from beyond while his lips and tongue were making X-rated things for the wolf's neck.
"We're gonna ruin the thing if you get busy too early," Lyons snuffled and pushed the cheetah away with both of his paws now.
The lithe feline made a pouting hurt face and slumped onto his back now, lying in an odd contorted angle on the bed since his footpaws still touched the floor while his head lay against a big pillow. He kept making kitten eyes at the frowning wolf who smirked again and flicked his bushy tail against the cheetah's ankles. Lyons used the respite from the cheetah's attacks to straighten out his glasses that had gotten lopsided during the latest spout of snuggles.
"Hey, Lyons, they do have fluffers in the business to, keeping the stars in de mood, so to speak," the bear chimed from around the wolf's writing desk, near the other wall.
The wolf flipped the middle finger at the bear and made his cat roomie laugh at the sight.
"Shut up, Andy." the wolf taunted. "What the fuck do you know about making porn anyway? That's why you studying film arts? A dream career in the making?"
"Piss off, Lyons," the bear grunted good-naturedly from his place, now seated on an edge of the table.
He was definitely too close for comfort to Lyons' laptop computer.
"If my cinematography isn't satisfactory, get a new cameraman for your naked home videos."
"You're the only gay film student we know, of course we wanted you and nobody else!" the cheetah chuckled purringly from his position on the bed.
The bear laughed heartily, making his grumbling laughter echo from the tiled walls of the awfully small dorm room. The wolf wondered whether the neighbors would soon come pounding on the floor and letting them study in peace. At least it wasn't the middle of the night. It even might have been preferable, to set the correct mood and all, but Andy had to go to work for the night and this afternoon was simply the best opening they could find from their busy study schedules.
"You gotta be kidding?" the bear smirked. "I know about...seven from my year only! It's the rainbow-colored hub of queerness at the school, must be even more heavily populated with us than drama!"
Sampson smirked.
"The only one we screw with, then!" the loose-tongued cheetah purred and received a small smack for his rump from the wolf's paw for that.
"Hey!" the cheetah yelped and kicked a smooth footpaw at his roomie's side.
It landed solidly but unharming, and the wolf simply grunted. Sometimes it was easier to simply ignore Sampson's teasing ways and press on.
"Nowhere can be more queer than drama," the wolf snuffled and gave his roomie a wink before turning to face the bear again. "Ignore him, Andy, please, let's just do this before you run out of batteries."
"Fine by me," the bear grinned toothily. "Let's get to the business."
The big bear's smirk was made even more lewd-looking by the fact that his big paw had migrated to his loin region and was now giving a bit of a rub for himself through the strange corduroy pants he was wearing.
"I'm ready for my closeup!" Sampson snickered as he sat up again on the bed and made his way back to the wolf's side.
The cheetah wound an arm about Lyons' waist and nestled his head against the shoulder again as he took what he had joking called his first position when they had been figuring out how to get this film project going.
"I'm gonna get really good ones, too, this is gonna blow everyone off!" the bear rumbled with additional excitement to his voice as he walked over to the bed and sat down with expectedly heavy squawks and creaks from the metal-framed bed.
"Just like a certain bear is going to be if he does a good job," the cheetah winked at the camerabear.
Lyons snuffled and rolled his eyes.
"Sampson, you don't have to act all slutty even if we are making a home sex tape here," the wolf rumbled.
The cheetah tipped his head up and watched the wolf with his gentle, brown eyes. A playful smile caressed his lips.
"You're just a bore because you're a scientist," Sampson teased his lupine roommate slash boyfriend.
"And YOU are a drama queen just because you happen to study English and all your friends are girls who get too excited over someone like Jenny Austen!" the wolf unleashed back.
"That's JANE Austen!" the cheetah replied, mock shock in his face. "J-A-N-E! Simple?"
Lyons shook his head and gave the bear a pleading look. Andy simply grinned back at him from his seated position on the bed opposite to them and poised the camera up. Again, his free paw doing some groping of his own.
"Hey, guys, if you want to make this a more realistic piece, maybe you could re-enact that petty fight for the vid so that then when you get up to business it would look like makeup sex, you know," the bear suggested.
He got a hearty giggle from the cheetah and a groan from the wolf.
"We're shooting home porn, not a gay relationship advice thingy," Lyons replied, almost deadpan but unable to hide his smile, though.
Lyons had to admit that Andy, the black bear who would act as the cameraman for their venture, really had a good wit sometimes. They had known since the first day at the college, when the big bear had accidentally dropped a four-inch thick book labeled "THE CONCISE HISTORY OF FILMMAKING" over Lyons' tail. They had almost gotten into a fistfight during the first two minutes of knowing each other, but a free coffee at the cafeteria had soothed the wolf's tail as well as his temper, and they had hit it off well.
Now, into their second year at the college, the friendship of gay furs Lyons and Andy had survived the addition of Sampson, a third year English student who had picked up the biochemist wolf during a drunken "gay bacchanalia" staged by the drama department nonetheless. They formed a lewd but friendly trio consisting of one steady couple and their black bear friend who had a string of on-off boyfriends and who would occasionally spend an interesting night with his open-minded friends as well.
Perhaps surprisingly, it had been the sometimes more timid wolf who had suggested the endeavor to his boyfriend Sampson in the first place.
The cheetah had been slightly taken aback by his boyfriend's sudden...kinkiness, but being the free sensualist he was, it did not take long to sway Sampson's mind in favor of this plan. They had also immediately concluded that if they were going to make a sex tape, they ought to make it good. This also meant that they would need a cameraman, and their choice had not been far off.
"You guys gotta be joking!" had been Andy's response to the suggestion as made by the boyfriend duo, but promises of exclusive viewing rights as well as invitation to join the fun after the vid was done were more than enough to attract the once again single bear to agree to the project.
Now the trio was packed up in Lyons' and Sampson's dorm room at 4 pm, sitting on Sampson's usually Twilight-decorated bed and about to fuck in front of a one-fur audience plus camera. It wasn't a first time for the bear, but it definitely was time to pop the cherry for the camcorder.
Andy the bear smirked at the wolf's cheeky comment and made a few final adjustments to the camera's settings. He wanted this to be just right.
"So, since you weren't keen on submitting me a script of this flick, I suppose that the best thing is to simply keep the camera rolling and shooting whatever looks hot," the bear formulated.
"We don't script out sexing up, Andy," Sampson replied cheerfully and flashed a toothy grin of his own for both furs in turn. "We just go with the flow..."
The smiling cheetah's paw wandered over his mate's Iron Maiden T-shirt-covered flat belly and scratched it fondly. Lyons smiled and leaned over to give the cheetah's cheek a soft kiss in reply.
He couldn't help but feel a few jitters in the pit of his belly, for this was a most unusual thing to do. They had done some adventurous things in the past alright, but this had to top them off so far. At least he was in it with his boyfriend and his friend, so it was bound to be good, he'd think.
"Any plot to the story you want to play out?" the bear spoke again. "Maybe two straight college guys exploring their gay side for money...?"
They both made a face at the bear and grunted.
Only the fact that Andy was holding a 700-dollar camcorder in his paws was preventing the two from bombarding him with pillows.
"You've watched those porn vids way too much, Andy," Sampson snorted.
The bear grinned.
"I bet they'd pay good bucks for this thing, though I'm not sure if you'd pass for a straight guy, Samps."
"As spoken by Priscilla, Queen of the Campus!" the cheetah retorted in his own pointed way that made the wolf next to him laugh heartily.
"I'm not camp!" the bear grunted.
"A bit less now that you don't have the rainbow-colored fringe on your hair."
Andy snorted.
"Yeah, right, whatever, the blowjob's gotta be really worth all this crap then, okay?" the bear huffed from the opposite side of the room, one paw holding the camera to the side on a crooked angle.
"You can choose between our muzzles, and the one who doesn't get chosen will suck your balls!"
Lyons brushed the side of his boyfriend's muzzle with the back of his paw as he simply snorted at the other's outlandish promises.
"Shut up, perv, save the dirty talk for the movie," he groaned almost hopelessly.
"Are you guys always this bickering when you're in bed?" the bear asked from the other side of the room.
"Only when we have to argue over who gets to top!" Sampson winked again.
Lyons smirked.
"Yeah, whenever you want to volunteer your big bear butt for a pair of hard cocks, we're all up to it. Balls deep!"
"At the same time if you're up to it!" the cheetah added his own to the heap of rubbish they were throwing at their hapless friend.
The black bear shook his head in disbelief and decided that jus for once it was the best choice to simply stay quiet.
"Let's just get to it then, yeah?" Lyons broke the silence after the awkward pause.
"With pleasure," Sampson winked again at his boyfriend.
He let his paw on Lyons' belly wander lower, over the crotch area of his jeans.
The wolf growled with pleasure.
"Still ain't rolling...," Andy reminded the pair.
"Fuck, let's get this done with before I'm going to change my mind and we all are left with blue balls and no fun, ok?" Lyons spoke to the cheetah. Sampson simply gave him a smirk and a rather well-placed squeeze over the wolf's denim-covered junk.
"Alright, sweet buns," the cheetah trilled while groping his lupine rather openly.
"Yeah," the wolf replied curtly as he swatted the paws away from him for just a little bit longer.
"Why don't you get the stuff we need from your drawer and we're good, ok?"
"Yeah, sure, almost forgot!" Sampson smiled and shifted himself along the edge of the bed just enough so that he could reach the small nightstand.
The cheetah pulled the draw open and fetched out a big tube of KY lube, a packet of condoms as well as one of his sex toys. It was a long, smooth, tapered dildo, about the general shape of a typical feline penis, though it lacked the characteristic spines that the cheetah himself had in abundance covering the tip of his own treasured cock. The silicone thing was also black rather than naturally red. He smiled at the camerabear while he piled the things over to the night table next to the lamp and pushed the draw shut.
Then he moved back to the wolf's side and simply sat there, watching him. Sampson had his paws on his knees and he managed to look almost coy. The smile he had on his cat lips was a gentle one, and his long, ropey tail was comfortably looped about one of his legs.
"We're good now, Andy!"
Lyons kept his eyes fixed on the cheetah as well and managed to pull a smile of his own, even if his nerves were again resurfacing.
"Just remember not to look at the camera, guys, it'll make it better that way," the bear chimed out his final suggestion.
"And you keep that steady, okay, this isn't Cloverfield!" Sampson snipped him back.
The bear sighed and flattened his ears before he gathered himself back into business.
"Alright, you guys, ready for Dorm Fuck, take one...," the bear announced as he took the camera up to his final positioning.
"Aaaaaannnnd...action!" Andy rumbled
Lyons and Sampson exchanged a brief look between them and burst out into laughter.
"Oh, man!"
Sampson snickered and let his tail flail around as he laughed and made funny faces at Lyons, who simply laughed in a manner that more resembled growled snorting. The wolf's tail wagged between his legs.
"Right, deleting last two seconds of my wasted life and going for take TWO of Dorm Fuck...positions, please!" the bear complained from behind the camera.
Sampson let out a final snerk and sat back to his earlier position again, trying to look like the image of innocence, paws folded and with the most cute shy smile on his muzzle. The wolf simply slumped back on the bed and leaned against his paws put behind him. He stared out towards the closed window and hoped that the cheetah would not smile again.
"Aaaand...action!"
The red LED lit up on the camera next to the lens, and silence again fell over the room. The two furs sat as they were on the edge of the bed, both trying to look like they were not feeling like they were on live television and stared at by the unseeing eye of the camera as well as the bear's big, warm green eyes that flicked between the real life and the microcosm of the camera's screen.
Sampson scratched the back of his mottled head and flicked and ear.
Lyons wagged his tail once and yawned.
Sampson crossed his knees for a moment and then put them back as they were.
Lyons glanced at the door to see that it was surely locked.
Sampson blinked.
Lyons pushed his shoulders back and heard a tendon pop.
Sampson flicked the tip of his long tail and managed to tickle the sole of his own footpaw in process.
Lyons sighed as he relaxed again.
Sampson scratched his muzzle.
Lyons wondered if he had put his phone on mute.
According to the running time index on the video screen, a minute had passed without anything happening. Then another thirty seconds, and still the once randy couple sat there in silence.
"Hey guys..."
It looked almost as if the apparently bored still wolf jumped at the sound of the bear's voice. His ears flattened and his eyes were immediately fixed on the camera. Sampson turned his attention over, too, and frowned.
"Thought you weren't supposed to talk, Andy," Sampson spoke dryly.
"And you were supposed to be having sex!" the bear replied as he clicked the camera to "STOP" and again tapped the screen to erase the memory card once more.
Lyons snorted.
"Well, sorry if we're a bit slow to start."
"Slow to start? You're like a Tarkowsky movie!"
Sampson swung his footpaws back and forth as he sat there poised on the edge of the bed and leered at the camera.
"I don't know, man, maybe we should get horny first and only then start shooting," he suggested playfully to his boyfriend.
"Nah, I'd still imagine that he's got that camera rolling at us," Lyons replied.
"He could put it down for that."
Andy snuffled.
"If you guys rather just wanna skip this and fuck, be free," the bear put his word in, holding the camera down again, "but just remember that I'll still collect my fee for this shit, so better start thinking when you want to get it on with the big bear, guys."
The bear smirked and gave them a look that would have been outright creepy if it had been coming from someone the pair didn't know, so they only brushed it off with hearty "WHAT THE FUCK?" faces and let it be.
Lyons turned to look at Sampson again, a frown on his brow.
"I don't know, man..."
Sampson reached with a paw to squeeze his boyfriend's arm gently.
"Hey, you're the one who wanted to do it, and I think it's a really hot idea," the cheetah spoke through smiling lips as he leaned closer to his roomie, "I mean, imagine, when we feel like it...we can put the laptop onto the chair again and drag it here, like we do when watching movies together, and then we'll put on the really special movie..."
Sampson's smile widened as he was now only inches away from Lyons' face, and he licked his own lips with the tip of his cat tongue.
"...and we'll sit here together, and cuddle, and watch how we make love on the screen...listen to our moans and all the wonderful things we get up to when it's just the two of us..."
The cheetah breathed out a purr, watching Lyons' eyes as he put on his best husky voice.
"And then we'll start feeling all hot and out paws can't keep from wandering..."
His paw was doing that already, going up and down Lyons' arm in a gentle stroking motion.
"Then we'll put the lights out and..."
Lyons grasped Sampson's chin with one of his paws and pulled their faces together. He was kissing his boyfriend firmly. Lyons held his head still while he pushed his lips properly over the cheetah's, and the smooth-talking cat smiled into the kiss while his paw clasped the wolf's arm now. It was also Sampson who introduced some tongue into the play by pushing the tip of his own tongue against Lyons' lips and trying to slip it between them while the kiss continued to be traded between them.
Lyons' paw moved slowly over the cheetah's jawline before cupping the back of his head. His pawfingers splayed while as he held his boyfriend close like that while they still kissed softly, giving those very warm and intimate, almost nipping pecks that were laced with a lot of tongue action.
Their paws began to wander too, and soon Sampson had the wolf's paw on his thigh as well as behind his neck. The cheetah's own paws came to a rest on Lyons' shoulders as he held him from both sides, pressing his padded fingers softly against the cloth-covered furs he found there. Their kissing remained slow and sensual now, just like it usually was when the two took their time. Lyons remembered to tilt his head just right so that their noses or their teeth would not collide in mid-kiss.
His glasses weren't a hindrance yet, and it was nice to see his boyfriend as something more than just a strange black and tan blur if he'd move to some distance. He loved kissing with his eyes open, for then he could watch the cheetah's reactions into his kisses. Every brush of his tongue against the cheetah's or a little nip of teeth felt over his lips was seen registered on those beautiful feline eyes, and that warmed Lyons' heart as much as it was affecting him otherwise, too.
Their kissing was so good in fact that the pairing had almost forgotten the bear who was sitting on the bed on the other side of the room, now training the fully functional camcorder at the pair, keen bear eyes keeping watch of the events unfolding right there and then. For now he sat still, but as he watched how the wolf gently pushed the cheetah to lay down on his back on the bed, he knew that it would soon be time for some interesting close-ups.
Sampson purred as he felt the wolf's lean form come over his own body. The two now lay on the bed quite comfortably, with cheetah's thighs hugging Lyons' as they made out with all due gentleness. His paws explored the wolf's back and sides and rubbed him wherever he could reach while the wolf was content to simply keep kissing the handsome cat and hold his head in his paws. They cupped his cheeks nicely, he had to admit. The wolf kept pushing his tongue between the purring cheetah's nice, wet lips. Lyons' tail wagged behind him with a subtle, hustling sound that wasn't picked up by the camcorder's microphone, but it did manage to catch up quite a few of rumbles and huffs coming from the wolf.
Their making out started to take onto a more passionate tone. Lyons began to rock his hips slowly against those of the cheetah when he felt the heat rising inside his belly and within his jeans, too, of course. The little rocking motion was just perfect to coax more of that good feeling out of them both. Sampson's purrs and little moans of pleasure spoke that he was feeling pretty good himself, and he told as much by running his paws very appreciatively all over the wolf's back. He went as far down as to the denim-enclosed rump section. Lyons rumbled as he felt the cheetah' paws cop a good feel on the wolf's compact, nice ass. He wagged his tail again and growled out his pleasure.
Andy managed to get up from the bed without making too many squawks. He walked slowly so as not to make the picture rock too much. It took him a few careful steps to reach the side of the bed where the two furs were making out. He stood there quietly, the camera pointed down at the boyfriends, and the bear started a slow, panning motion to capture all the details of the juicy action going on. It was pretty hot to watch even now when it was still mostly PG-13, but the bear knew very well that it would not be the case for too long.
The bear's presence was barely noticed by the wolf and cheetah intent on simply making this as fun as possible for themselves and their chosen bedmate. Lyons was now licking his cheetah's lips wetly while the happily moaning young cat purred deeply, his paws making erratic rounds of the other's back and ass. They both could feel each other's hard-on, now throbbing firm and hot inside their respective pants while their hips rubbed together sensually. The bed was creaking quietly from the movements they were making. Lyons humped Sampson's hips with his own and the lithe feline made his best attempt at returning each move through his own movements. The bedsprings were helping at keeping it all up, and their purrs and growls became deeper while pleasure grew. Lyons' paws roamed the cheetah's sides and arms as much as he could. Their kiss never broke for more than the space of a few rough breaths before their lips would melt together once more.
Andy took a few ass closeups on Lyons' tail end before slowly making his way to the other side again, now intent on shooting extra footage on the hot, slippery kissing going on. The two fur's eyes were closed as they simply made love, and Lyons' glasses had gotten crooked again somewhere along the way, but he didn't seem to mind. The cheetah purred contently as he felt the wolf's teeth nibble along his neck and throat when Lyons changed the angle of his attack. The bear had to hold back a mild sigh of enjoyment as he felt his own erection throb inside his pants.
Lyons propped himself up on his paws and looked down to the smiling cheetah's eyes.
"Let's see those hot spots, hun," the wolf smirked in a voice that was thankfully quite normal and not pornstarish at all.
Sampson grinned back and licked his lips, flicking his ears with pleasure.
"Gimme a paw then, beast," the cheetah purred.
Sampson retreated from Lyons' ass with a quick, fond squeeze before he laid his paws up next to his head and relaxed on the bed. His eyes gazed up to the horny wolf with much invitation in them, as well as affection.
The wolf straddled his lover and dragged his paws down along his chest and belly. Sampson purred happily at the feeling of those firm paws going all over him, and his smile only broadened when those pads brushed over his hard nips on both sides of his chest. Lyons tugged the hem of his T-shirt up, his maneuver exposing the cheetah's flat belly. The wolf grinned appreciatively as he pulled Sampson's shirt up all the way now and then off for good with some courteous assistance from the wriggly cheetah.
The flicky-eared wolf smiled down at the sight of his lounging boyfriend and scratched his fingerpads down along the cheetah's chest and belly, tapping against some of the mottles he especially liked. He got Sampson's paws over his arms as he played with him.
"Your turn, handsome," the cheetah smiled.
Lyons growled and leaned over to give the cheetah a quick kiss. While he was down liplocking, the cheetah took the opportunity to remove the wolf's eyeglasses and put them down to the nightstand with a quick move. The wolf smiled into the kiss and made it especially warm to show his thanks for the small trick. He didn't forget to give the cheetah's hips a playful shove with his own, and they both moaned happily at the feeling of that increased heat growing between them.
The wolf reared up just enough to pull off his own T-shirt before he settled back down over his boyfriend and mashed his lips with the cheetah. The bear was hovering near the head of the bed now, kneeling by the bed and shooting everything he found to be hot. Currently the all-seeing lens was recording intense kissing between the two lovers on the bed. Pink tongues flicked between lips and whiskers wobbled with the intensity of their huffed breaths. Their slicks lips glided over each other and made little squishy sounds.
Sampson stroked along the wolf's sides and planted his paws at Lyons' armpits, feeling him up good and eliciting warm rumbles from the wolf's throat. Lyons had his own paws firmly grasping the cheetah's tight, nice ass. The double buns were kneaded between warm pads by the by now very horny Lyons. The groping touch was found agreeable by both, not to mention the bear who was now shooting close up how the cheetah's ass was attacked by firmly squeezing paws. His ropey tail was coiled around the wolf's legs firmly, showing that this was where he wanted the male on top of him to be.
Their hard cocks were leaking a lot of musky pre into their boxers by now and filling the air with a funky smell of rut that only served to turn the pair on even more. They were hungry for each other despite the fact that they both had quite the appetite when it came to sex. The randy pair would usually have some fun in the morning before the classes began, and they definitely wouldn't be opposed of catching a little afternoon romp if they were up to it during the occasional free hour. Every evening they would naturally spend a lot of time in bed, cuddling and making out and getting off as a way to show their affection and attraction for each other. It was also a great way to relax and forget all the hardships of the day with the best distraction possible. Falling asleep in your boyfriend's arms was as good as getting a nice fuck, even though these two certainly did not shy from the prospect of any fun they could have with their bodies and with each other.
Right now they were just about getting ready to it, not a surprising result from all the groping and making out they had been doing for a while yet. Lyons decided to ramp things up a little by rolling off the cheetah momentarily and getting up from the bed. He was careful not to pay any attention to the bear who now trained the camera at the suddenly upright wolf. Lyons kept his eyes at the cheetah who was leering up to the wolf, whom smiled back toothily and went for his belt. Lyons didn't waste more than a few moments at getting his gear off and soon stood there back to his full height. His shaggy grey furs nicely accented the thick length of wolf cock jutting obscenely from his pulled-back sheath. He might have been a sometimes shy biochemist, but the young wolf certainly packed a hefty cock and nice, furry balls in the swaying sac between his spread legs. The pink, blunt instrument of manhood throbbed formidably as it came into contact with the stuffy, warm air of the room that still felt cool for the engorged, slick flesh.
Lyons grinned, half to the cheetah who looked like he had just seen his first meal in two days, and partially to the kneeling bear who was now naturally immortalizing the wolf's pulsing cock on film with a nice closeup. Heck, he was only about a foot away from the wolf whose junk was now hanging out fully for everyone to see. Andy couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of that delicious-looking canine member which was big and juicy and also fully covered with slightly salty, nice sauce. The knot, too fascinated the bear as much as it did the cheetah intent on sampling it very soon. Sampson was smirking constantly and his whiskers kept jumping as he breathed rapidly in and out through his nose to get more of the wolf's musk into his system.
"Come here, studly" the cheetah beckoned, waving a paw with flair.
"Not before you show your stuff," Lyons grinned back at his lover.
Sampson chuckled and began to wriggle out of his own remaining clothing. He unbuckled his belt and soon had his footpaws pointing up towards the drab ceiling as he pushed both his jeans and his boxers down over his rump. He tugged his tail out of the hole on the back of his trousers and let it fall to the side along with his footpaws now making contact with the mattress again when he bent his knees and got rid of the pieces of clothing. Sampson kicked the discarded pants out of the bed and then turned over to his side to reveal more of his body for the keen eyes of the wolf and the bear. He tilted his head and grinned toothily and even pushed out a knee to show off the curve of his mottled ass, tail swaying invitingly. He was quite the nice sight and the very fact how he was looking back at the wolf made Lyons' cock jump and spew more pre out of its blunt tip.
The cheetah smirked and stroked one of his own paws down along his creamy chest in a bit of self-play before he reached his own pink, barbed cock. The curved, pointed member rested against the soft furs of his belly, unattended for now, but not unforgotten. Lyons had always loved his feline boyfriend's cock, for it was slim and fit easily inside a muzzle without making his jaws ache. He would also always make a lot of pre and cummed pretty fast, and the almost fabled multiorgasmic ability made for very satisfying and messy long-running sessions whenever they fancied a really good, nice, hard session of getting it on.
Sampson's smile only widened and his ears flicked when his padded fingers reached his cock and cupped the pink length. He hissed and purred as those fingers squeezed over his flesh slowly and gave it a very slow, measured, teasing stroke.
"Enjoying the show?" Sampson purred in the sultriest voice he could make.
"You're good enough to eat, man!" the wolf smirked as he pushed past the kneeling bear and landed on the bed again.
Lyons climbed onto his knees on the bed and used a couple of well-placed paws on the cheetah's rump to flip him over to his back. Sampson let out a little sigh at the feeling of being handled just a tad stronger than necessarily, but it certainly was not a turn-off. The wolf ran his paws over the cheetah's nice mottled butt and the down his inner thighs while still avoiding all of the more yummy, tender places. He used his newly found grip to pull the fine, firm thighs apart while he shuffled along on his knees just a little closer. The wolf's keen eyes roamed over the reclining cheetah's hot body. Sampson winked.
"Planning something, Lyons?" the cheetah questioned purringly.
Lyons licked his lips and kept his eyes trained on the cheetah's throbbing length of a cock as well as well as the fuzzy fold of skin at the base of the slick, bare cock that was the mussed end of his fully withdrawn sheath. Below that were the cheeky cat's highly productive balls tucked close to his body in a tight, white-furred sac. Blotches of white spread over the cat's attractive thighs as well, only to melt into the spotted tan furs over his hips. Lyons stroked over that beautiful fusion line with soft fingerpads and smiled. He was only vaguely aware of Andy the bear moving as quietly as possible to the foot end of the bed. Lyons didn't mind the fact that with great certainty the bear was currently zooming up the camera at his cock and his ass. It was slowly turning him on even more, too. Call it a latent exhibitionist streak surfacing or whatever, but he had finally become more comfortable with the presence of the extra eye.
Andy the bear himself kept fondling his boner through his pants and trying to choose whether he wanted them to go on for a long, long time or finish off quickly so that he could collect his own "payment" without having to wait, all boned up and bothered. The tiny screen of camera showed a very nice close-up of the wolf's thick cock and the large knot that looked about the size of a baseball. The bear wouldn't have minded getting his tongue around that fleshy bulb, or even try it out under his tail, a place it had sadly not visited often. Perhaps when the couple would be feeling like for a proper threesome again...
The bear had to hurry up to train his camera somewhere else, though, as the grinning wolf leaned down to lick his cheetah's cock. That pink, slithering tongue ran up and down the wet, hot flesh slowly but steadily. Sampson purred and gasped at the feeling of that wide tongue scooping over his fleshly, barbed tip and bathing his cock with copious canine saliva while scooping up the gathered pre from the pointy cockhead. He moaned appreciatively, pushing his hips slightly upwards to meet the teasing licking better. Sampson's paws were clutched into fists and his clawtips had pushed out of his fingertips. Currently they dug harmlessly into his own soft-furred palms.
Lyons grinned and made a swooping, slick motion over the tip of the cock, even going as far as trying to wrap his wide tongue around the tasty, salty flesh. The barbs tingled as his tongue slid over them, scratching that raspy muscle and giving him a very curious experience indeed. He was basically kissing that cock now, his lips poised over the soft flesh while his tongue played. The camera was catching oral loving being given with passion rarely seen on film because porn was always an act, but this was a game, a heated one between two furs who simply enjoyed each other fully. The cheetah was a heap of purrs and soft growls, the snorting wolf using just enough of his wide repertoire of erotic skills to keep the pre flowing out of that throbbing catcock.
The wolf kept up his teasing for a few hot moments, before his tongue was numb and tasted of pre, and his head was swimming with the cheetah's ballmusk and slight sheen of sweat as a result of sitting in an overcrowded lecture hall listening to a droning presentation about Beowulf. The musky residue gathered due to that ordeal was now turning the wolf on greatly. The feline's musk was different from his own. it was definitely male, but also different, due to a different kind of oils produced in the furs. Of course he'd know, being a chemist,, after all, and could talk about esters and aromatic alcohols, but he rather liked to think about balls and musky sheaths and soft furs that weren't usually touched by anyone except his own considerate, needy paws. The cheetah smelled like he could use a shower and some shampoo, but he also smelled like sex and the savannah of his ancestors, and the wolf could hardly complain.
Lyons used one of his paws to pull the cheetah's cock up and away from his belly before he tipped his head down and engulfed the spine-covered tip of the feline's pride into his maw. He let his lips kiss the sweet, wet length slipping between them and the heat provided by the wolf's moist cavity. He pulled his lips to cover his teeth and let his maw fall open a little, so that the naturally curved member rested against his safe lip, before the secretly smiling wolf simply breathed as hard as he could. The hot air flowed down and over the cheetah's quivering length of a cock as well as his sheath and balls, caressing everything that was sensitive in a very...special manner. The cheetah let out a sound that was almost a keening, so high-pitched was Sampson's moan. The wolf used the distraction for his good and slurped down along the cheetah's delicious inches now, really turning the genuine blowjob into a nice, wet muzzlejob. He took as much as he could comfortably, which was about two thirds down the cheetah's cock, all the way until the barbs were creating a considerably gag hazard at the back of his throat.
The wolf slipped a paw between the cheetah's legs and cupped the revered pair of balls into his palm, even giving them a soft, near-professional squeeze of their own. Very much pampered Sampson could only moan and purr and trill happily while his lupine lover started bobbing up and down on his glistening catcock. He was wet and he was hot and most importantly, eager and considerate with a lot to give, and he never hurried even if he really would have wanted to suck Sampson's balls dry through his cock. It wasn't unheard of him to get a couple of servings at least from the horny cheetah, sometimes three, even, and there was nothing to complain about that repeated performance. Lyons' spare paw kneaded the cheetah's mottled hip and felt the curve of his tight muscled rump while he really ramped the action up.
Andy the bear had to swallow as he flicked his eyes between the miniature reproduction on the screen of the camera as well as the real thing unfolding only a couple of feet in front of him. The crisp high definition image was perfect, lacking only the dimension of the hot, sexy scent that permeated the air and reached the bear's snout, too. His thin, ursine cock throbbed madly inside his pants and reached above his waistline as well. When Andy moved he noticed that the hot tip was making a slick, damp patch over his belly now. He glanced down and saw the discoloring on the front of his short, right where he knew his throbbing cock resided. Andy had to keep back the moan he was holding in his throat for the fear of getting the wrath of the sexed up pair upon his hide.
Thus, the bear had to simply content himself with immortalizing the way how the wolf's lips glided up and down the cheetah's cock, only allowing little dribbles of spittle fall along the slick length before they were sucked up during the next pass up and down on the cheetah's moist length. The wolf's huffed breaths were much telling of the fact that he had actually started to suck by now, applying the perfect amount of stimulation over that hot length of a cock deeply imbedded inside his inviting muzzle.
Sampson was enjoyed the full treatment he was getting an signaled this fact by a copious amount of purrs and trills coming from his throat. The high-pitched sound simply coaxed the wolf to attack his senses with ever the more teasing actions, such as catching the base of his cock to keep it upright and then kept popping the barbed tip in and out his maw. The flesh only stayed connected to him with a thin, gleaming bridge of canine saliva mixed with plenty of freely leaking feline pre, and this hot sight was sure to make a highlight in the bear's little masterpiece in the making.
Lyons kept going up and down on the cheetah's cock, his own throaty rumbles sending interesting vibrations along the big cat's length and sending chills coursing through all the way over his spine. The cheetah's tail flicked around nervously and his paws clung to the wolf's shoulders. His hips made small flexing moments, doing his best to drive that hot length of cock into the warm orifice so inviting and good for his tortured flesh. The wolf could tell by the feeling of tauntness on the cheetah's body as well as the increased amount of pre washing over his scooped tongue that he was getting close.
Instead of even trying to draw it along any further the wolf simply sped up his sensual torture of Sampson's faculties. His tongue kept flicking over those scratchy barbs during each pass over the hot member, and with a carefully increased strength of suction, he was really pushing his boyfriend over towards his maximum limits.
Sampson signaled his impeding release by a loud moan and a groan as he felt his body become rigid and heated. His claws dug into his mate's thick-furred arms while he moaned and trilled loudly, though he had to bite down on his lip as he felt the burn get into an overload deep inside his belly. His balls were drawn up close to his body, as felt by the wolf by his hold on those tender manly jewels, and he gave them a well-measured tug while he felt the cheetah quiver and shake.
Lyons' content growling made a great soundtrack for the sex tape, the bear had to admit as he kept shooting the great finale of the current act of eroticism. He kept the camera pointed at the joining of the furs, the image becoming almost a flurry as Lyons really ramped up the speed.
Sampson's cum gushed out of him in strong bursts and landed all over the insides of Lyons' maw and tongue. Since this was just for their own pleasure, there was no need for adding that particular money shot to the film, and he was more than happy to keep the jumping and cumming cock deep inside his maw while his lover rode through his orgasm. The wet, tangy cream coated the slick surfaces of his tipped maw and some of it gathered under his tongue too, pooling into a hot, obscene mass right there. As he heard the cheetah's growls reaching their crescendo, he stopped his administrations for the moment and simply enjoyed the feeling of that slick catcock throbbing between his now cum-stained lips.
Sampson collapsed into the bed as his body finally relaxed once his orgasm passed. His paws fell from Lyons' shoulders and lay limp to his sides, and his breaths were coming out as ragged, hot purrs. His half-lidded eyes and panting expressions were captured by the camerabear, eager to make things as interesting as possible A soft grunt from the wolf alerted him to something else curious happening, and he certainly didn't get a disappointed when he turned the camera over back to where the wolf was still holding the cheetah's cock inside his cum-filled maw.
Lyons' eyes gleamed with heat as he looked at the cheetah underneath him, and then, with deliberately slowness, he began to lift his head off the big cat's long cock, letting an inch after inch slip away. Small droplets of cum fell over the hot length, making wet, musky trails until they landed into the fuzzy sheath. The cheetah practically mewled as he felt his barbs popping out of the wolf's maw one by one, his loose lips being perfect for that ultimately teasing act. Soon only the very tip remained held in the wolf's possession, and he departed from Sampson's spent flesh with what was a slippery pop followed by the slap of hot flesh against the cheetah's flat belly.
Sampson moaned and through half-lidded eyes saw one of the lewdest smiles of his life as the wolf stared back at him with gleaming, hot eyes, his white-stained tongue hanging partially out of his maw as he panted softly. The musk was unimaginable, and even Andy the bear thought he might need to have a break. He had been told to keep going for as long as the two furs would have juice left in them, and with the wolf's jutting erection and the cheetah's known supply of multiple orgasm, he knew they were far from done.
"Come here, studly, gimme a kiss," the cheetah huffed, flashing a tired smile.
"Big kitty," Lyons growled roughly.
The geeky lupine grumbled in return, puffing out his chest in a show of his modest frame before he crawled over the prone form of the cheetah. They both moaned as his thick cock made contact with the silky, slightly damp furs on Sampson's belly as they pressed together and wrapped arms about each other firmly. Sampson was in for a surprise, too, for the wolf wasted no time in starting licking all over his lips and face, spreading a glistening layer of wolf spit and cat cum all over him and marking the hapless cheetah in a sense. The masculine musk filled their noses and caused the cheetah's purrs to became even more hoarse, only to be soon muffled by the wolf's tongue pushing into his maw and giving him a service of the cum cocktail. The horny feline suckled hungrily on that wet thing now within his muzzle and felt his slightly ebbing arousal rise back to full heat via the masculine, pungent taste now exploding all over his tongue. He had a horny wolf slowly humping over his belly and an equally affected black bear filming it all up for their later, wicked purposes. It could only get better from that.
TBC
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