The Ad - Part One
The cheap TracFone glowed with a new number that promised danger. Hesitating for only a moment, his thumb pressed SEND, illiciting the first warbling ring that would mark the first time he'd dared take a chance at a relationship, even one he expected to be short-lived. Trembling, he lifted the phone to his ear, his long tail coiling around one of his lanky legs, his other arm embracing himself in a half-hug. The image of a handsome lion coalesced in his head, someone imposing, thick-maned, strong--bulges in all the right places, including the one spot in which the margay was shamefully lacking.
Six rings. Marvin's heart thumped and thumped. A voice came on, pleasantly deep, but intimidating nonetheless. Just voicemail. Marvin mentally sighed in relief, but disappointment still panged him: he finally brought the nerve to call a complete stranger and he only got voicemail.
_ Beep!_
His time to talk. After greeting himself, Marvin stammered a quick reason for his call, how he stumbled onto the lion's online ad. Stammered again. Hung up. He wasn't sure if he even left his name, a name he detested. Mar_gay_ everyone would say instead of Marvin, making sure to stress the gay part of his species, making clear he knew it contained a term for homosexuality. Originality at its best.
"Guess I can't argue too much considering the truth of it all." Marvin breathed out, slipping his phone into a pocket, glancing out the glassless window to the stars that pockmarked the sky like white peppercorns--or miniscule spots. Wondering how life would've mutated if he were a leopard, a jaguar--hell, even an ocelot despite their similarity (if only he could adopt the name!)--he glanced over the blotches of black that smothered his fur, the flashlight flickering in his paw. Switching it off, he made a mental note to bring up a fresh pair of D batteries.
The climb down was easy. Arboreal described him best. No need for a ladder: the thick trunk was all he needed to access the treehouse that held up better than his childhood home (a quaint bungalow armed with a porch swing-accessorized verandah) he recently inherited after his parents' passing. Not from an unfortunate car accident or some cliché that seemed to pervade movies and stories when both parents met their maker simultaneously. Vacation, actually. Swimming trip to Hawaii. One part undertow and two parts overweight father determined to save his wife meant two dead margays and one nearly-drowned lifeguard who found the strength to pull them both to shore. Pondering that, perhaps drowning wasn't exactly an original way of dying, either.
Childhood memories of his father and his carpenter-friends bubbled into mind next as he crossed the yard which, on that particular day, had been strewn with lumber, tools, and big guys sweating under the late morning sun. Emptiness bit the corners of the kitchen, the door echoing through the house as it sealed shut behind him. He swore he could still smell his mother's cooking sizzling on the stovetop, his father sipping bitter coffee as he read the newspaper. Typical married couple. Just like the stories and movies. Cliché was good after all.
Marvin dumped the phone on the table, wondering what they'd have thought had he come out of the closet. Benefit of the doubt told him they would've loved their only child regardless--even better, they would've been proud for his honesty, for being true to himself, encouraging him to find a good man worthy of his attention and their respect. Marvin liked that thought.
"But that's not what I'm worried about anymore," Marvin told the refrigerator, which sat dumbly and white, humming its cooling song, too many family pictures, held up by so many magnets, staring back at him. Peering down at his crotch, he sighed. He couldn't admit to himself his predicament. Not even as he stood alone in his kitchen, the whole house to himself.
The phone buzzed upon the table as if God were suddenly calling to offer him a miracle. Lifting the phone, Marvin felt it buzz in his paw before flipping it open, the number he'd called just moments ago bright and alive again. Swallowing twice, he pressed the button to answer. "Hello?"
"Hey," said the pleasantly deep, but still intimidating voice. "This is Marvin, correct? Got your call a moment ago. Apologies. Busy on the shitter."
"Uh... yeah." So he did leave his name. Marvin swallowed again. The screenplay of words he'd prepared earlier flashed through his head, but none of them could form on his tongue or escape his lips. "Hi."
"Hello to you!" said the lion with a chuckle. "So you saw my ad. Thank God. Excuse my straightforwardness, but I need to make sure you're legit. Been getting a bunch of horny guys thinking my ad was some sort of joke. Even turned away a few cute ones that took the liberty to find where I lived on their own, not that there was a problem with the goods--just a tad creepy, is all. Dexknows for the win, right?"
Marvin forced a laugh. "Yeah." Another swallow. "Well, I can tell you that I'm not lying. Actually, I'm a bit nervous as is. Not very many people like this sort of thing, if you know what I mean."
Another warm chuckle. "No need to be nervous. I'm no creep or nothin'. Just got my own kinks that need straightening, so don't be embarrassed."
"Y-yeah." A few seconds of dead air formed between them. Perhaps the lion was allowing room for the margay to talk? "S-so is it true what you said online? Are you really that big?"
"All around, hell yeah! But don't let that frighten you, bud. Should've been born a bear as I'm cuddly as one. But lions can be cuddly too, I suppose. Don't worry--if you make me roar, then you're doing all the right things." A pause. "Speaking of which, what should I be expecting when I first meet you?"
"Expecting?"
"Yeah--what are you? I know a lot of ads ask for a picture and all that before anything happens, but that ruins the fun! Just don't say you're another wolf looking for a big cat to bone. They're a dime a dozen. No offense if you are one."
"No, no..." Marvin said, pausing to think. "I'm actually an ocelot."
Okay, now he was lying.
"Ocelot, huh?" Another pause. Marvin wondered if the lion sensed his fib. "Should prove interesting. I take it this is your first time doing this kinda thing?"
Marvin nodded, but then realized the lion couldn't hear that, so he offered a quick "yes."
"It's real simple and I'm a nice guy, honest. When's a good time for you to come on over?"
Marvin offered tomorrow evening since he worked the morning shift at his retail job, and he jotted down the lion's address. It wasn't until after the lion's diligent reassurance that everything would go fine, as well as a hearty good night, that the phone rang its lively dialtone, excitement and dread tying their strange knots in Marvin's stomach.
That night it took more than an hour before sleep took Marvin; he ended up watching the moon's slow glide past his window. But he dreamed a good dream, a far cry from the norm, a lion bulging in all the right places showing off his stuff, and glorifying the margay with what he had to offer. Sex occurred in Marvin's treehouse. And although it was cheesy and bitingly romantic, it filled his imagination with such happiness that none of that mattered. Next morning he woke up hard as a rock.
* * *
Hours stocking shelves with limited customer interaction meant Marvin had plenty of time to predict how the evening would pan out. Hopes were high. But he kept expectations low to safeguard himself from disappointment. The only slip-up during his shift was a squat lady with teeth like a jack-o'-lantern's requesting he retrieve merchandise from a high shelf. The lady was just as tall as the margay, for God's sake! And her ears were so large and pointy, he wondered if she could just grab everything with those instead. She'd probably get everything sooner instead of waiting for him to pull a step stool over for an extra foot of height many of his coworkers easily provided on their own.
By the time he clocked out, he was amazed at how fast the day was going, how fast the evening was arriving, how he was finally going to be with somebody. Saying goodbye to the supervisor and a few employees from the swing shift, he stepped into the sunlight for his two-door coupe and drove straight home, listening to nothing but the wind whipping through his fur and the whir of tires spinning over asphalt, doing his best to ignore all the worry that buzzed in his head.
Hot water blasted into the tub after he'd arrived, filling the small bathroom with steam. He'd already bathed that morning, but Marvin figured he should clean up again for the night with the lion. Glancing at his lithe self in the mirror naked manufactured a sigh, however, and he wondered if he should call things off or just never show up. Debating momentarily, he made up his mind. He had to go. He had to take a chance. He just hoped he wasn't disappointing, or worse--ridiculed. Then he stepped into the thundering water without another thought.
* * *
Marvin's hot-blue car, an angular Fiat he'd also inherited, rolled in front of the lion's small, but handsome home, located--to the margay's bemusement--in a nice part of town where all the yards were strictly manicured, cars stowed away safely in garages big enough for two. In fact, Marvin's car was the only vehicle visible on this street. He blamed the surrounding neighborhoods which always cropped up onto the news. All the shootings, robberies, vandalism, you-name-its. The margay blamed the west-coast folks moving in to their lower-cost-of-living-territory, verifying that his car was locked before edging closer to the lion's home.
Standing in front of the door, he knew this was the moment of truth. He was staring at the doorway to the abyss--no turning back once it opened. As he finally swung a fist down to knock, the door swung wide, a giant, shirtless cat filling the doorway like a barricade of fur and flesh. The lion had the build of an athlete, looking like a guard or tackle football player. The big cat smiled, looking almost exactly as he dreamed.
"Marvin?"
The margay nodded, finding it difficult to look away from the cat's broad chest muscles, the beautiful, pink nipples, sleek, tan fur covering the rest of his body (including an incredibly sexy gut that hugged his torso tautly), save for the mane, which was dark, full, and well-groomed.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you. Saw you coming. Step in."
The house was cool, comfortable, and clean: the three Cs Marvin always looked for in anyone's home. The lion lead him to a dimly lit living room where a dark blue sectional had formed a crescent around a large flat-screen. A football game was on, crowds cheering in the background, and Marvin wondered if he was correct in thinking the lion had actually played.
"Anything to drink? Pick your poison."
"Water's fine."
"Water's good. It's what nature intended us to drink."
Marvin watched the lion as he disappeared into the kitchen, his long tail swaying with his stride. The margay folded his paws over his lap, twiddled his thumbs, watched the game, trying to make sense of the plays and all the numbers. Growing bored, he analyzed the rest of the living room, which was sparsley decorated. Bare walls hugged the enclosure; not even a picture broke the monotony of white. A couple gay magazines lay on a lamp-topped end table on the opposite side, however, and he steeled himself from walking over for a peek. Before he could further note the emptiness that reminded Marvin of his own home, the lion returned with two glasses, both filled with clear liquid.
"Was thinking about vodka," the lion said, "but I like the water idea." He handed the glass over.
"Thank you, uh..."
"Oh, my apologies. I didn't realize I never gave you my name! It's Barbary, but everyone calls me Bary for short."
"All right. Thanks--" Marvin tested the name silently in his head first. "Bary."
"So, tell me," Bary said, taking a seat on the coffee table, sitting only inches away from the smaller felid. "Are you nervous? Don't be shy."
"Well, yes. Just a little." The crowd cheered furiously from the TV. "I've never done anything like this."
"Well, I have... I've seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. But I'll do my best to make us both cum like Peter North. Just tell me one thing, Marvin."
"Yes?" Briefly wondering who this Mr. North was, Marvin glanced back into Bary's eyes, more concerned about this 'one thing.' "Why did you feel the need to lie?"
"Lie?" Adrenaline kicked in, the lion cooly taking a sip of water.
"I've dated an ocelot for more than three years. Longest relationship I had actually, until the prick decided he wasn't gay anymore, leaving me for some chick with a college degree and boobs like two sacks of onions. Been seeing her behind my back for three months before telling me. As you can see I have a thing against dishonesty. And I can tell you're no ocelot, even though you're close. Everything about your appearance is a bit off. Hell, you don't even smell like one."
Marvin stammered a few apologies, clutching the glass of water in a tremoring paw, watching the water vibrate with his movements. He never knew lions could differentiate between species based on their smell. Must've been a dog in a past life. "I really am sorry about that... it just doesn't help that my name is Marvin and that I'm a margay. I get a lot of gay jokes because of that."
"Understandable." The lion smiled and the margay immediately felt better. "I've been called 'Barbara' a lot, so I feel ya. But I'm not like any of those jerks, so please don't be afraid of being yourself. At least around me." The lion placed a paw on Marvin's lap. Warning signals fired.
"Okay." Marvin glanced around before murmuring, "But in my defense, we're also called tree ocelots."
"Calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg. You're still a margay despite the synonyms."
"Didn't know you were such a philosopher."
"Philosopher?" The lion chuckled. "No. But I guess we're not here to debate the particulars of your species, either. Shall we get down to business then?" The lion gulped down the rest of his water in one swig, setting the glass down next to him, giving a satisfied sigh as if he hadn't had a drink all day. "To be honest, except for the last few I turned away recently, I haven't had a guy over in a long while after a few bad experiences. I won't go into any details, but you seem nice, although a bit quiet, so I'm not worried. Haven't blown my load in about a week, though, so be prepared."
"Okay," Marvin repeated, taking a sip of his water, the thought of Bary's week-long abstinence sending charges to his crotch. He wondered how much the lion would ejaculate due to that.
Mischief twisting his face, Bary stood and slipped off his sweatpants, kicking it off to the side, his cock swaying heavily between his thighs, thick even in its flaccid state, the broad head grinning its sideways grin. His furry balls hung heavy and loose, impressively full. Bary wasn't a football player. He was a friggin' porn star!
"I take it by your saucer plate eyes that you're impressed."
Marvin managed a nod. But he was totally out of his league. There was no way he could pleasure a man who was packing such heat when the margay was luke warm at best.
"I-I'm sorry, but are you sure you're looking for a guy like me? There's no way I could measure up to that." The specifics in Bary's ad came to mind, which'd said he wanted to try something different. Someone smaller. Light bondage, too, if the mood were right. He wasn't sure if he would be able to manage if they were to go that far.
"Well, if you're anything like I originally asked for, then you don't have to worry 'bout a thing. I've been around plenty of guys as big as me, a few even bigger. All of them thought they were something to worship, that a big dick is all it takes to fuck good. What a fuckin' turn-off." The lion leaned in over the small feline, his dick hardening as he edged closer. "So tell me, Marvin. How big do you get_?_"
The heat of worry and embarrassment: it was a familiar sensation. But the lion's arms were on either side of Marvin, caging him in. And there was that look of lust in his eyes. He felt as if he had no escape.
"F-four."
"Four inches?"
"Please don't laugh."
The lion smiled, a hint of white teeth whispering through. "I'm not gonna laugh, Marv. You a virgin?"
Marvin gave a hestitant nod.
"Excellent. Well, I guess it's me who's on the spot considering I'm the experienced one." He looked down at his cock, which was raging hard and dripping pre. "Tell me... have you ever touched anyone else?"
Marvin shook his head, analyzing that long cock stretching towards him almost like an arm. He looked back up to an even bigger lion-grin. Bary slumped down on the sectional next to him, his dick slapping against his firm belly, then his leg before angling upwards, rigid as a baseball bat. "Do you want to?" Bary asked, reaching an arm around the margay, pulling him close.
The crowd cheered in the background again, Marvin noticed, as if urging him on. Marvin didn't move or answer, though. He knew what the lion wanted him to do, what he wanted to do. But he couldn't bring himself to take any sort of action. And, as if sensing this hesitation, Bary removed the glass of water Marvin had been strangling, then maneuvered his smaller paw to the thick glans of his cock.
Marvin grasped it almost like a door knob, looking back to the lion for approval. Bary only grinned, as if relishing the fact that he was with someone who had no idea what to do. The margay wondered how long it'd been since the lion slept with a virgin, if Bary felt as he did his first time. But Marvin found his paw sliding down the length of that cock, amazed at its thickness, its hardness, the heft of it all. As he stroked back up, more pre leaked from the tip, dripping onto the couch.
"'at a boy," Bary said, his lips pulled back in pleasure. A big arm still wrapped around the margay, he stroked Marvin's arm with a paw, coaxing him, tracing the dark rosettes that blotched his thick fur.
Most of his fear diminished and Marvin began beating off the big lion with more confidence, slickening that dick with all that leaking pre, watching his balls slap against the couch. A heady scent arose that Marvin's nostrils detected, a certain muskiness that sent his mind into a spin. As several moments passed, the lion's breaths grew heavier. He groaned. Muscles grew stiff. Bringing his arm down, his claws went in and out, in and out. Clutched the cusions. Felt his dick tingle, his groin tingle, his legs and arms melting as Marvin's paw flew up and down.
Bary let out a breath and grabbed the margay's paw, his dick throbbing, ready to blow.
"Fuck, Marvin," the lion exhaled, eying his dick which glistening in the soft light. "That was too close. I told you it's been a week, so I'm a bit vulnerable here. We don't want the night ending before it begins, do we?"
Marvin shook his head despite the obvious rhetorical nature of the question. But it was then he realized how hard he was, his pants uncomfortably tight. Bary, noticing his realization, smiled.
"Give us a looksy," he suggested with an assumptive nod. "In fact, just take it all off."
Marvin just looked back, paralyzed in his spot. Get naked in front of someone else? This was something he feared back in high school. You guessed it: gym class. It'd been more than seven years since he had to worry about this. "I'm... I'm not much of a looker."
"Hey, now. Don't be such a boner-kill! The only thing I think needs to change is that attitude. Confidence is sexier than a big penis, trust me."
"Easy for you to say!" Marvin huffed, surprised at his own outburst. "Just look at you! I know a few equines who'd be jealous of you. You've got everything."
The lion didn't respond quite yet, but his facial features went soft and it seemed he was studying the margay. Then he sighed. "You know, you're right. It is easy for me to say. And I'll be honest, I used to think I was hot stuff growing up, all the way from grade school through college. Would chill with all the popular kids. Had girls hanging off me left 'n' right. Hell, I got blow jobs as regularly as I had class by the time I could drive! Feels good having a reputation for being well endowed, seeing the other boys sneak a peak in the locker room, envy poisoning their eyes like tears."
Bary grinned, but looked almost pensive. "Amazing what real life does to you, though, and it wasn't til I got caught with another guy that half the people I called friends wouldn't speak to me. When you think it's safe to get fucked by the cutest wolf at the party with everyone passed out drunk around you--you're not!" Bary gave a laugh, shaking his head, reminiscing his younger days--so full of mistakes. "Won't ever drink that much again! But 'Barbara' started after that and I had to graduate as much under the radar as I could.
"And then I met that asshole ocelot who, at the time, made me feel good about myself again, that it was okay liking it up the ass." Bary half-chuckled. "But it wasn't until after his affair that I realized how much of a bitch life can really be, how fake even someone you thought you loved can be, no matter how fucking hung you are, or how good looking you think you are. You're still capable of being hurt and rejected. Since then, I've made a point never to think on such shallow terms. I know how much it hurts."
Marvin couldn't help but be surprised by the lion's honesty, considering the briefness of their relationship. Odd how everything went from hot 'n' steamy handjob-action to Lifetime drama hour. He felt a little ashamed at how absorbed he'd become with his own shortcomings, when even someone so beautiful as the lion had his share of trials and misfortunes.
"I understand," Marvin said. "And I'm sorry."
The lion chuckled. "Don't be. Sorry that everything turned all emo. But I wanted you to know that you shouldn't have to worry about those things with me. It's all right. I get it. Now why don't we have some fun with each other while the night's still young as we are?"
"Ok."
"Great, " Barbary said, looking down at his own dick which had already gone flaccid, taking it in his paw and giving it a shake. "Got to get this thing good and hard again."
"What should we do now then?" Marvin thought the question made this experience sound too formal, but he was a neophyte. No such thing as a dumb question, right?
"Be right back," Bary said, disappearing down the hallway and into a bedroom. He returned with an arm's length of rope the thickness of a finger. "A little restraining might be fun."
This was the 'light bondage' Marvin worried about as he wasn't particularly fond of that fetish, or any fetish really. Bound and immobile as a statue? Didn't sound like fun at all. He meant to speak up in protest, but then the lion turned, showing off his tight ass, his tail raised revealing a tight, pink tailhole, the rope slung over a shoulder, the end dangling around his waist.
"I'll meet you in the bedroom. Be naked."
* * *
The lion knew this for certain: he loved virgins. Decided that today. Marvin would be his first, save for a few girls he'd banged back when he was a teenager. As far as guys, however, all the males he'd slept with had their beefsticks beaten before. Marvin's timid, but curious nature was a thrill he'd never experienced and, in a way, it made him a sort of residual virgin as well. He definitely had to impress.
Scarlet sheets rumpled beneath his weight. They felt cool to the touch, his bed sinking under all his muscle. Bary watched as the lithe margay slid into his room, clothes removed and bunched into a ball he used to censor his nether regions.
"Drop 'em," Bary commanded playfully. Marvin flinched, depositing everything at his feet reflexively. The lion realized he'd said that too forcefully--like his strength, he often forgot the power of his voice. But there Marvin stood, fully in the buff, his slim dick finally exposed for all to see. Bary sensed Marvin's stiff awkwardness; the lack of eye contact said plenty as to how he was feeling.
This excited the lion all the more, his cock stiffening again. In its own way, Marvin was a refreshing site to see, as he was used to being molested almost immediately once the nine-inch boners he was used to popped from their hiding places. He just wished the margay were more comfortable.
"Relax, kit," Bary said, patting the bed next to him. "Come sit."
Marvin slipped over, sat as he was told. The lion glanced the margay over, approving the creamy fur of his chest, the soft, curvy shape of his ears, the whiskers that twitched every few seconds, betraying his nervousness. The long, graceful tail looked like it could be fun as well. He dangled the rope in front of him.
"Ready to give this a try?"
Marvin jumped up immediately, flashing his paws in front of him. "To be honest, I'm not looking to roleplay Houdini." Panic overtook him. "I should probably leave."
The margay attempted escape, but the lion grasped his arm, fast as a cheetah.
"Marv, Marv, Marv," Bary said, Marvin turning to face him, struggling with worry. "The rope's not for you."
"N-no?"
The lion shook his head. "So used to the fuck-n-go mentality of everyone. Might be fun giving a small fry some control for a change." Gesturing the rope towards Marvin: "You don't mind, do you? Wanna have your way with me?"
Marvin regarded the rope, taking it with a paw, feeling the rough texture, the winding grooves. "You don't want me to, like... hurt you, do you?"
"No, no, no. I'd rather leave the DSM out of it. Don't want things too kinky. Said 'light' in my ad for a reason!"
Marvin agreed. Cautiously, however. The lion lay himself flat, pivoting slightly before reaching both paws to a bedpost on his headboard, instructing the margay to restrain him there. Tying him up proved to be no easy feat. Marvin's paws trembled and he couldn't seem to tie the knot tight enough to Bary's liking. The lion had thick wrists, and bulgy biceps that proved distracting. But the margay began to understand that patience was Bary's biggest virtue and soon enough he was bound, unable to move both arms.
Bary didn't say anything after that. Marvin could hear his breathing; he watched the defined chest rise and fall. The lion's dick curved out, half-hard, aching to be touched. Bary's eyes, both a sparkling blue, urged the margay on and it wasn't long until Marvin reached a paw out, testing the firm musculature of the chest, then the belly, before combing through the thicker fur of his groin. Bary's shaft jumped.
Wondering how the lion tasted, Marvin's fingers departed as he relocated to the end of the bed, setting himself between those thick legs, and began jerking off the lion until he was fully hard. The lion moaned, tugging slightly at his bonds. Began leaking pre again. Completely rigid, Marvin slunk down, opened his mouth wide, and took the fat head in, trying to suck at it like a bloated thumb or pacifier. The taste was slightly sweet and more pleasant-tasting than he expected. He'd heard diet could affect taste and he wondered what exactly the lion ate.
"Keep going," the lion urged. "Feels good."
Hearing the lion say that excited the margay more than sucking his cock did, and it wasn't long until he was just as hard. Bobbing his head, he couldn't take too much of Bary's length, gagging every so often, doing his best to prevent adding teeth to the mix. Multitasking: the skill he soon developed, stroking the rest of the shaft with one paw, and his own dick with the other, drool and pre slickening all that meat. Moments melted into the following moments, all blurry, the lion failing to tug himself free every few seconds. The urge to cum approached and he bit his lower lip, doing his best to hold back. But it felt so good watching his cock disappear into the smaller felid, at least the first few inches. His toes curled. His tail whipped back and forth.
"Stop, stop," the lion finally gasped, the margay releasing him. His dick hardened to maximum capacity as it always did before ejaculation, but Marvin stopped just soon enough. As much as he wanted to, the big cat didn't blow his load. Bary groaned so load, though, sounding as if he did. "Keep edging me like that for awhile if you can." The lion gave a thoughtful impression. "If I can."
Marvin wanted to give the lion attention elsewhere, though. A fat dick was great and all, but that's not the only thing that excited him. Climbing up the lion, Marvin felt their members press against each other before Bary's sprung back behind the margay. Straddling the firm gut, Marvin leaned closer, putting a paw to the lion's muzzle, whiskers tickling his palms.
"Can I kiss you?" The request came out as a whisper, but Marvin's heart was fluttering with such infatuation, though he hardly knew the lion. That didn't matter. Here they were sharing such an intimate moment, Marvin's own insecurities disippating the more they touched.
Bary met the kiss halfway, both cats closing their eyes, their tastes intermingling, their tongues discovering each other like lovers. Marvin's paw coursed through the thick mane, pulling Bary's head in close, the margay's tail wrapping around the lion's cock as tightly as it could, stroking it up and down. Their kiss releasing, Bary let out a satisfied murr: from the kiss, and the sensation of fur as Marvin's tail worked his member over.
"Can I kiss you, now?" Bary asked, shaking his head twice as Marvin leaned back in. "Not there." They both glanced down to what he meant, Marvin's ache for attention far exceeding his cock's size. Bary requested he untie him only from the bedpost so he could sit up. Soon the lion was upright, paws still tied behind his back, with Marvin standing before him, his prick inches in front of his face.
There was a pleasant amount of control allowed when sucking off a smaller dick--and a lot less gagging. Marvin was also hard as one could get, much harder than some of the big boys Bary was used to, some of them finding it difficult to keep so much meat completely hard throughout intercourse. Half-flaccid wangs were never quite as fun, or arousing.
Marvin gave off quiet moans as Bary sucked, tugging on his mane, encouraging him further; his tongue was rough and wet, sending zips of pleasure throughout his body as he licked under the glans, sometimes over in a feat of dexterity. It felt so good. Marvin began to thrust, his balls slapping against the lion's chin, his tail curling around the still-stiff pole of the lion's cock. All the lion could do was emit a few muffled moans, letting the margay ride his muzzle.
Marvin knew he couldn't last any longer. Crying out, his dick throbbed so forcefully his whole body shuddered like an aftershock of pleasure, the first jet of hot spunk hitting the lion square in the back of the throat.
Bary swallowed, surprised at how much the little cat was letting loose inside him, wave after wave of creamy cum flooding his mouth. The lion was used to spitting, but Marvin's taste was surprisingly pleasant, having only a tinge of saltiness. Even as Marvin's dick slid from his mouth, he lapped at the bead of cum that still seeped from the tip.
"Feel good?"
Marvin nodded with a coy smile, then regarded the lion's neglected boner. "You don't want that up my rear, do you?"
"We'll save that for next time."
"Next time?"
"Yeah. After we get to know each other more. Dinner-movie thing. You like take out?"
Marvin nodded, blushing beneath his fur. Did that mean they were officially dating? He couldn't believe his luck.
"Plus, we'll need to get you properly stretched first. Now"--the lion gestured towards his cock with a nod of his head--"if you don't mind."
Kneeling on both legs without further hesitation, the margay serviced that aching dick, stroking it, sucking Bary off until the room filled to the brim with their moans, the wet sounds of a blowjob. Marvin became attuned to when the lion was about to cum, always stopping just in time, that long cock aching to blow, but always denied release. This went on for at least half an hour and it was exciting for the margay to tease the lion so; with paws bound behind his back, Bary had no way to gratify himself, to exact that much needed orgasm he had denied himself for that long week.
Bary's breathing labored. His dick felt so good each time he was about to blow, and the pleasure was becoming greater and greater each time. He whispered Marvin's name, begging that he just finish him off already. Soon Marvin's jaw began to hurt, his arms becoming fatigued. With a smile, he stroked the lion's cock good and slow, watching the lion's muscular chest rise and fall, watched the lion bite his lip, holding his eyes shut as he bucked hips into the margay's paw, his balls jangling about, desperate to spurt their loads.
Loins on fire, Bary's body spasmed with such pleasure a long, satisfying roar escaped his maw seconds before the first thick string of cum rocketed onto the margay's creamy chest. Milking him with both paws, Marvin watched as that big dick spurted more and more, amazed at how much the lion had been holding back, aiming it so that the lion emptied himself all over the margay's fur. When the last ounce gushed out, leaking onto his paws, the lion finally opened his eyes, letting out a breath, his body feeling like putty, save his arms, which had been aching for awhile.
"Damn, kid. You really had 'all the right things' down before arriving. You sure you've never jerked a guy off before?"
"Just myself."
The lion chuckled. "Well, seems like you're a natural. I'll have to keep you all to myself."
"You know," Marvin said, thoughtfully, "I wouldn't mind that at all. But can you tell me one thing?"
"Shoot."
"Who's Daryl?"
The lion's eyes went wide. "How do you know that name?"
"You said it a couple times before turning my chest into target practice."
The lion chuckled nervously, but gave no answer. There was no way he uttered that name. But it seemed to the margay that the lion was searching for an answer to not incriminate himself, like a thief caught in the act.
"Well?" Marvin said, becoming more uncomfortable with the silence than the fact that someone else's name popped up during a handjob. "Who is he?"