A Jock In A Strange Bed
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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 everyone, here's something little I wrote, just to see what's going on in my mind. The opening dialogue line simply came to my mind, and it felt good, so I wrote it down. Also, I think many of my readers have been hankering for morning after kind of a story from me, so why not to do that, too!
Still feeling a bit under the weather writings-wise, but maybe this is a gentle little start, eh?
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The bedroom reeked of cum and freshly washed fur, with a cadence of some water-based lubricant and a little bit of booze to round off the bouquet nicely. Amongst messy sheets and pillows, a tiger lay on his back, his tail flicked about his ankles, one leg drawn up to highlight just how nice a thigh he happened to possess as an addition to his great - or so he was told - butt. He was naked from tail tip to the tuffs of his ears, six feet of sprawled tiger and then some as an addition from the lazy tail, and the furs on his belly were matted from a recent bath. The wetness only helped to accentuate the fluff of his mane, nicely highlighting his head now resting against a pillow.
The tiger yawned and rubbed his chin and chuffed.
"That...that was some of the most boring sex I ever had," the tiger rumbled.
A purring voice chuckled off his side, belonging to a leopard lying on the bed, on his side, with a blue towel wrapped about his waist, his head propped against a paw as he studied the reclining tiger.
"What the hell do you mean, Malachi?" the leopard's eyes twinkled.
The tiger laid his paw down to the wrinkled sheet and yawned again, his tailtip flicking lazily against his striped ankle. His eyes were fixed on some sort of an air conditioning vent on the ceiling of the dorm room.
"Dunno...thought it'd be a bit...dunno."
The leopard flicked his ears each in turn and his brow perked as he observed the tiger's thoughtful face.
"You thought what?" the spotted feline rumbled curiously, his tail looping gently about his own curled up legs.
Malachi snorted, making his whiskers jump like the ribs of a comically wind-swept umbrella.
"Dunno," the tiger scratched his belly.
"Hey!" the leopard kicked Malachi's thigh with his footpaw, lightly, and snuffled. "Who are you calling my sex boring anyway?!"
The tiger grunted and shuffled his leg down, exposing the lower reaches of his white belly and the now dormant sheath at its very base. He still rubbed his belly, slowly, and his tail made a quick lashing motion as a result of the surprise contact coming from the leopard.
"Watch out, Asher," he rumbled, catching the leopard's eyes briefly before going back to staring at the dirty grey ceiling.
"I think I deserve to hear why you describe your very first ever gay sex as boring," the leopard pouted playfully.
Malachi snuffled and let his paws to rest again.
"Ha ha."
"You're the one who told me to be gentle with you when I slipped my paw in your pants."
Malachi gave the leopard a dirty look and shook his head briefly.
"Thought I'd give you fair warning," he snuffled.
"Thanks for that," the leopard flopped to his back and mimicked the tiger, in a way, keeping his eyes steady on the ceiling and its square-patterned panels, his tail flicking slowly against the mattress between his legs. "Though it didn't help to give my butt any easier time..."
Asher chuckled wryly and got a snort from the stoic tiger.
"I did a girl in the ass before, thought that the principle was the same."
"Except for the balls slapping together maybe...owwie," the leopard rumbled nonchalantly.
Malachi's ears flattened as he listened to the leopard's recollections, and he yawned again, drawing in a big lungful of stale bedroom air, completely with their mixed male musks and the residue of their recent sex, still lingering there strongly.
"Are you gay guys all the same?" Malachi gave the leopard a quick look, his ears still half flat.
Asher smirked toothily.
"Are you bi-curious guys all the same?" he suggested, returning the eyes.
"What?" Malachi's eyes narrowed, their gaze intent on the cheeky and somewhat annoying leopard.
"Do you have so much sex that you end up calling it boring?" Asher chuckled, his eyes sparkling.
The tiger snorted and swiped the leopard's legs with his long tail, quickly, before letting his tail return to its parking spot between his own legs. He was rubbing the side of his head again, to get rid of a strange buzzing feeling that was probably because the booze was wearing off. Probably so.
"No!" Malachi chuffed.
"So what is then?"
Asher smiled curiously, still a little bit happy from the booze, not to mention the definitely rough feeling in his hindquarters after lying on his belly for the tiger's amusement for about forty-five minutes and taking four rounds of it. The only reason he wasn't leaking out was the empty packet of Catnips on the nightstand, surrounded by the silvery remains of condom wrappers.
Malachi bared his teeth briefly as he huffed out a breath before breathing in deeply, his chest rising and making it seem even broader and more muscular than was the standard. Asher's eyes lingered on the movement and liked what he saw, and only barely resisted the urge to give that sexy pec a stroke.
"Just thought it'd be a bit...more," he blurted out.
Asher's brow perked upon the tiger's declaration, his ears flicking curiously while he listened to Malachi's words. The leopard rolled quickly back to his side to better look at the tiger, and tipped his knee for a prop as he stayed there, relaxing luxuriously on the bed he now shared with the resident hunk of the campus, first time in a guy's bed, at least according to Malachi's own telling. Hell, maybe it was just a pickup trick, to get more guys, Asher wondered briefly, and smiled at the idea of such devious sexual thinking. Not that it hadn't been a successful turn-on, hell yeah, being chatted by so clumsily by someone who oozed sex from every pore was more than enough to get the leopard's blood going. He wouldn't have ever thought he could bag such a stud, though, not even his wildest jock-related dreams.
"Go on, mister," the leopard chuckled. "Tell me...more what?"
Malachi frowned a little as if hard in thought, and rubbed his chest with a paw while he contemplated on an answer to such a tricky question.
"Guess I thought it'd be a bit different with a guy, y'know?" he spoke, finally, in a quick huff.
Asher smiled lopsidedly.
"What did you expect, wrestling for foreplay?" he smirked.
Malachi snorted.
"I dunno...," he repeated.
"You sure sound a lot like a jock for a jock," Asher mused.
The tiger's once-rubbing paw reached out in a flash and slapped the leopard's rump, making a heavy, fleshy sounds and bringing a yelp from the leopard.
"Hey!" Asher snorted. "Always respect the ass!"
The tiger withdrew his paw and rested it against his belly again, to a safe place.
"Sorry," he snorted.
"Apology is accepted," Asher replied.
"But you shouldn't call me a jock," Malachi rumbled. "I got here on brow, not my guns."
Then he lifted his arm and kissed his bicep, just to rile the leopard off, which was a successful thing to do, for Asher grunted and pouted and generally looked a bit more gay than he usually did. It wasn't too difficult a thing to accomplish, since Malachi had always thought that the leopard in whose bed he was currently lying definitely didn't act like a stereotypical queer. He didn't mind the lustful look his bulging arm got for the teasing manoeuvre, but didn't stretch it on either, rather folding his arm over his chest again.
"You look like a jock, act like a jock..."
"I study chemistry, I didn't get here on a sports scholarship, so that means I'm not a jock."
Asher grinned and flicked his ears cutely, or at least in a gesture he knew to be 9 out of 10 times interpreted as such.
"You really don't believe in labels, do you?" he chuckled, tail looping happily despite the tugging feeling in delivered to his well-reamed rump.
Malachi gave the leopard a dirty look but decided not to retort to the too easy a pitfall of a teasing comment. He just shrugged instead, relaxing again on the leopard's rumpled bed, his head digging onto the pillow that smell of a strange variety of shampoo.
Asher wondered on their situation for a little while before he spoke again.
"We had pretty...excuse the pun...straightforward gay sex," the leopard mused, his brow alive. "I groped you a bit, you groped me a bit, we made out, you sat on the edge of the bed and I gave you some head, and you played with my dick a for a while before we had doggy-style anal sex with me on the bottom. You blew your load four times and I had three nice orgasms from you thumping my butt and made a total mess of my sheets. You bit my shoulder a couple of times and that's gonna ache a bit, as will my rump...and judging from the fact you indeed cummed four times in my ass, you really enjoyed the experience."
Asher ended his little exposition with a smile, and a wink.
Malachi couldn't help but smile once the leopard had finished, and he only snuffled as a way of comment, for now, before he spoke.
"Well, I don't think we did anything I couldn't have done with a girl," he snuffled.
Asher snorted.
"How'about your paw around my dick, stroking it and telling that man, you've got a big cock for someone so small in height?" he suggested. "Or me asking you if you wanted to give it a taste and you said no, and pushed me onto the bed so that you could dry-hump my ass?"
Malachi felt his sheath stir a little at the memory of humping the lithe leopard down on the very same bed and feeling all of his body under his own larger bulk while he trust his hips and his dangerously hard boner against Asher's exposed and vulnerable cat butt. He shrugged.
"Not different from giving myself a pawjob in the morning."
"It wasn't your own dick."
"Still, it was a paw on a dick. Girls sometimes like to see a big guy paw it off a bit before you do them. Turns 'em on."
"I wouldn't know," Asher teased, and knew from the flapping of those ears that it hit the nerve.
"Hah."
"I still don't know what's the issue, though," the leopard licked his lips as he wondered, "are you really thinking that our hot gay sex wasn't GAY enough?"
Malachi the tiger grunted.
"We had ball-slapping ass sex, how can it get more gay?" he raised his brow.
"I could think of a few ways...," Asher started but trailed off when he saw a row of white teeth through the tiger's grimace.
Malachi almost opened his maw to ask what kind of more gay ways, but decided it wasn't worth the risk.
"So, yeah, guess I waited something more earthshatteringly different," the tiger grunted.
Asher tipped his head to the side and chuckled.
"I'm not sure how you define different here, if it isn't the lack of tits and pussy."
The tiger shook his head again.
"I don't know...I mean...you don't smell like a girl...you don't act like a girl...much..."
"I take that as a compliment," Asher intervened, quickly.
"...and guess it was kinda cool that you were cumming when I did your ass...that...uhh...that you liked it...guess that was different..."
"Bet the girls don't take it so well in the wrong hole," Asher snorted.
"Some do," the tiger rumbled.
"I'm not sure I wanna know," the leopard continued.
"Ha!" the tiger exclaimed. "Thought your kinda guys like all ass related things."
Asher patted his hip gently, meaningfully.
"I might like things that have to do with my own ass...or...," he leered now, his eyes moving over the tiger's form to come to rest on the curve of his rump, "your tight, pretty, striped tush..."
The leopard reached out with a paw to touch a nearby glute, but he was swatted away by the tiger's paw that held his down, flat against the mattress. Asher snuffled and decided not to struggle.
"Hey, you wanted different, "he couldn't help but add, mourning the lack of butt action with a little pout. "Maybe I could make it worthwhile..."
"I'm not that gay, thanks," the tiger grunted, giving Asher's captured paw a quick squeeze.
"It's not gay to get your tail licked or fingered a little bit, lots of straight guys get off on that," Asher commented.
Malachi wrinkled his nosepad on the thought and huffed as well.
"Have you been rimming many straight guys lately, or showed fingers up their asses?"
"No, but you read that kind of things in the women's magazines under headlines like "15 Naughty Ways to Spice Your Sex Life". It's usually mentioned between sexy lingerie and vibrators."
Malachi grumbled.
"So basically it says, if sex gets boring, do it in the ass?" he sounded incredulous.
"It's a strange world," Asher flicked a thoughtful ear. "The things you hear at the hairdresser's..."
Malachi gave him a "don't do that gay shit face", which made the leopard smile broadly. Asher curled his leg some more and gave himself a quick stretch, enjoying the feeling of his muscles popping while he re-arranged himself on the bed and tried to get a couple of remaining kinks from his system, probably results of his prolonged exposure to heavy butt thumping from the tiger's part. He found, with pleasure, that the tiger kept watching him while he enjoyed himself a little, even enough to give something like a show of it. He let his tail flicker slowly, and curled his legs and wriggled his toes, and breathed really deeply and vocally, so that the tiger could smell his breath.
Then it was over, and he rested again, looking sideways at the tiger who was still resting after his gay sex, and his shower, and who would probably have sore balls, come morning. Asher has lost the track of time at some point, but he suspected that it was something closer to four am, since they had left the club around two, he reckoned. Judging by the level of remaining booze wooziness, it probably wasn't such a bad estimate.
"Nah...," the tiger rumbled, suddenly, rousing Asher from his near-slumber.
"Huh?"
"Don't think it's the lack of butt action in my part," the tiger's fingers rubbed his hunky pec absently. "I think."
"Easy to make sure of that," Asher retorted.
"Nahhhh," Malachi hissed, "probably it's not that."
Asher wouldn't be silenced now, though.
"Have you considered that you probably don't have a really good idea about gay sex in general?" Asher pulled up another potential cause for the tiger's sudden feeling of oddity after his rather nice sexual experience, with a dude nonetheless.
"I've watched plenty of guy on guy porn," Malachi ruffed.
"Ohhhh really now?"
"Yeah. Wanted to be sure."
"So you checked out some heavy duty gay porns to make sure whether it makes your eyes water or gives you a damn good boner..." Asher chuckled.
"And it sure as hell did," Malachi smirked in that all too familiar cocky way that was easy to fall for.
"Must've been quite the step."
The tiger's face knit into a "whut?" face, making the leopard smile.
"I meant, silly, "he poked the tiger's bare calf with his toes, "that it's pretty big for a straight guy to suddenly decide that hey, I think I'mma skip the girls now and go for all dude porn when I'm fapping."
"I guess..." Malachi rumbled.
"How long did it took before you decided that it was time to graduate to real dudes?"
Malachi snorted.
"What kind of "my gay history" quiz is this, Asher?" the tiger flicked his ear, annoyed.
Asher did quick pouty lips and chuckled.
"Just curious about the straight guy I just bagged in my bed."
Malachi gave the bed a quick look and snuffled.
"Don't see any notches marked on the head," he chuckled.
"No, I've got this little pink notebook where I add everyone that I convert to the wicked ways," the leopard's tail flicked leisurely as he teased the almost-straight boy with his smirked remarks.
"Bah, no wonder you get dissed at."
"WE get dissed at, Malachi," the leopard's eyes flashed. "We, Malachi, LGBT furs. Rainbow folk. Queers. Faggots. Tail lifters. Rump rangers. Cocksuckers. Carpet munchers."
The tiger licked his lips.
"That's one pleasure you've no idea about, gayboy," Malachi smirked.
"Haha," Asher kicked the jock tiger's leg again, bringing lots of sexy rumbles from the big cat sharing his bed.
"Hey, why you keep getting physical with me?" Malachi groused.
Asher blinked cutely and smiled.
"Thought you wanted to know you're doing a guy and not a girl...you know...you wanted different...maybe I should've been all macho...maybe that way you'd have enjoyed it more..."
"Whoever said I didn't enjoy myself?" Malachi grunted.
"Well it was you going on how it was boring..."
"It was sex," Malachi scratched his thigh slowly. "It was okay...but just okay. I mean..."
"Yeah, yeah, not different enough," Asher mimicked the tiger and gave his own leg a nice, quick scratch.
"Well, sorry, I'm sure it wasn't your fault..."
"I'll promise to be more gay next time," Asher chuckled.
Malachi chuckled throatily.
"You wish."
"Hey!" Asher couldn't help but pout again. "You got male butt, you liked it, surely you wanna keep getting it, eh?"
"Didn't I just go on how it wasn't any more special than doing a girl, whether in the butt or in the pussy?" the tiger bared his teeth, shuffling on the bed now to sit more upright, his back against the headboard of the bed.
"It was just gay sex, not BASE jumping!" Asher exclaimed, his tail lashing against the tiger's outstretched legs.
Malachi rubbed his chin and smelled his booze-scented breath and yawned again. His eyes felt heavy, and so did his limbs, a testament to his drinking and the energetic sex they had only just stopped having. The big tiger watched the relaxing towel-clad leopard and snuffled at his terrible brand of humour.
"Ha ha."
"Spoken like a true jock."
Malachi smacked the leopard with his tail and got a yelp from him.
"Do you infuriate every guy you have sex with?"
"Only the cute ones," Asher smirked rudely and looked rather hungry all sudden.
"Bah," Malachi snuffled. "Maybe I should get going back to my place. I've a lecture at ten."
Asher's ears flattened.
"You're seriously not going to leave?" the leopard sat up, his towel only barely remaining on his slim hips.
Malachi shrugged.
"Don't wanna get caught leaving some dude's place," he stated simply, and was already hauling himself to the edge of the bed.
Asher snorted.
"You came over for a drink and then fell asleep on the couch if anyone asks, and believe me, nobody asks. They don't care," he snuffled, leaning back on his paws and smirking broadly as he watched the tiger's hidden butt become his eye candy when Malachi got up, his tail swaying.
The tiger stretched briefly and sought out the room for his stuff with his eyes. He located some boxers and his keys from a nearby chair, as well his worn jeans, abandoned next to a pile of clothes that unmistakably belonged to the leopard, not Malachi. Asher simply watched while the hunky tiger moved about, enjoying the various bulges when they happened. It was easy to use those nice stripes as a gauge of the muscle activity under that patterned fur, and those stripes were often astray, he decided with pleasure. The only reason to frown was the disappearance of the cute tiger butt into the boxers, followed by the jeans.
"You're damn hot you know," Asher observed with a smile on his lips.
Malachi stopped buttoning his jeans briefly, but he nodded, at least.
"I wouldn't mind hooking up again if you ever feel like it, you know," the leopard tried again, sitting still on his narrow bed.
"Uh...dunno," the tiger showed his ass end again for the leopard when he was picking up his shirt from the floor.
"You sure dunno a lot."
Malachi buttoned up his shirt efficiently, despite his slightly fumbling fingers, and then patted his pockets for keys and wallet and phone, finding the holy trinity all in order and in their customary places in his jeans. Then his eyes met the leopard's, for a little while, and he gave another little nod, and opened his maw as if he was going to say something else, but no words came.
"Uh, so...well...," he scratched the back of his neck briefly, giving meaningful glances for the door.
"I'll see you around," Asher smiled a bit more broadly, but it didn't quite reach his eyes as much as it did before.
"Well...see you around."
The tiger was gone in one click of the door lock and a final swing of his tail, leaving his lingering, musky scent as the last reminding sign of a big male's presence in the leopard's dorm room, a fact that made the seated feline sigh briefly, though his smile was still there.
"Shame I don't one of those pink notebooks at paw...", he chuckled to himself, stretched a bit and laid down on the bed properly, but not before he tossed the damp towel to the floor.
Asher curled down on the bed, and with a quick smile, picked up the nearby pillow and held it close to his chest and pressed his nose against the fabric, and breathed in the scent of a tiger, and purred.
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