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It had barely been a year since Titus left for college. He had grown to love the autonomy. He did his workout naked on the floor of the kitchen one morning just to prove to himself he could do as he pleased. It felt good even if he had to mop after finding some mysterious stickiness in his fur afterward from something forgotten on the floor. Without his mother's constant requests and his father's incessant nagging his workouts had become much more regular too so after hours upon hours of sweat and soreness his frame filled out to the meaty build he'd always wanted.

Even with his classes picking up in intensity, he had the life he wanted. Which made it all the more inconvenient when his mother started talking about his brother's college plans. As sweet as his dear mother was, she had never learned subtlety. So when she tried to drop hints that it would be best for the younger tiger to move in with him, the idea seemed all the more repulsive for her lack of grace.

He had always cared for his brother deeply; they were inseparable in middle school, but he just didn't want to give up his complete independence so soon after achieving it. Still she pressed and Magnus started calling with ever growing excitement of entering collegiate life. Finally Titus cleaned up, hid the porn on his computer and gave in. If nothing else he got to set the ground rules this time and it would save them both on rent.

It wasn't long after the choice had been made that Magnus showed up on his door step, bags in hand. The younger tiger was always a bit deferential to his big brother so the initial transition went much easier than Titus prepared himself for. Still he knew that a prying set of eyes would ruin anymore spontaneous acts of freedom and it grated at him more than he wanted to admit to his new roommate. And it was less than a week before he proved himself right.

Magnus had disappeared the night before with friends to explore the nightlife with no curfew and Titus spent his own night in the nude to celebrate. A bit pyrrhic since he had to shut his door but a nice taste of the life to which he'd become accustomed either way. So he binged on video games and movies before falling fast asleep. His brother snuck in during the early morning and the meaty tiger slept in until nearly noon having forgot all about fraternal roommate.

He didn't mean to but living off of student loans and parental allowances made most mornings all his anyway. So he swung his thickly muscled legs over the edge of his bed and stretched sleepily as noonday sunlight streamed across the floor. A lazy scratch at the inside of his leg led to a careful adjustment to his balls. The heavy set were rarely perched neatly out of the way in the morning but a couple of fondles was hardly worth complaining about. So he hefted up the orange-sized orbs, and dropped them against his thighs as he finally stood up. Morning wood was usually more considerate, straining no less than a foot and a half away from his legs to keep itself from slapping around uncomfortably on his way to the shower.

The tiger didn't bother trying to quell it, simply taking it in with the rest of him as he brushed his teeth, to let the water heat up. The ruddy flesh just throbbed and pulsed in front of his creamy, chiseled frame, swinging like a metronome in time with his vigorous hygienic routine until the room started to fill with steam. Finally finished and ready to shower he paused to check the swell of muscles, peering at his chest and shoulders in the mirror and admiring the obvious strength in them. But with the hot water wasting he cut his observations short and washed off the grime from the day before.

His erection finally started to flag once Titus got through the first lather and rinse cycle. It just needed a little attention. So he gave his balls a few extra rubs and one more slick coating to his shaft before he let the suds wash away down the drain. Shutting off the flow and a quick shake loosened much of the water from his fur but still he needed a heavy towel to dry himself so he groped for the nearest one and set out to rub his arms dry. As always, hunger set in about that moment and in the silence it was all too easy to keep drying himself as he wandered the familiar path toward the kitchen.

In his head there was no need for shorts, he simply let his half-limp shaft swing wildly in front of him while he fluffed his dense fur. He felt it tap a door frame but that was nothing new. What he didn't expect was his brother searching the floor on paws and knees for something. Magnus hunted intently on the floor for whatever he'd lost while Titus walked blindly in his direction, until at long last an orange pawfall caught the confused Magnus off guard. With a decidedly less than proud yowl of shock the feline tumbled away from the suddenly appearing digits while Titus yanked the towel from his head half in panic as he remembered his brother made roommate.

It didn't help the awkwardness that the looming feline had to look around his cock to see his brother's face, ears pinned back and doing his best not to look right up into Titus' cock. Silence dominated the tight space while both probed for words or something other than just staring. But the moment caught the exhibitionist in Titus by the balls and started fondling deep. He could feel his cock swelling again as they paused dumbfounded. It almost seemed to reach out for his little brother despite the way it curved upward. It sensed the tension and took it as sexual.

Inspired by his physiological response, he looked over the floored feline and fought back the reflex to lick his lips. Magnus might have looked a lot like his brother if he were a hundred pounds stronger, as he was he had a sleeker frame: toned, if economical; sensuous, if blatantly masculine. He might have been attractive if he weren't his brother. More accurately, he might have done something about it.

Finally words returned to the apartment and Magnus took the initiative. "I'm so sorry!" he babbled, scrambling to get back to his paws with atypical clumsiness. "I was looking for a screw and I didn't know you were up. I'll just get it later and--"

"Forget it," the elder brother interrupted with a huff. "If mom didn't just dump you on me this wouldn't be a problem. Just relax I'll go get some..."

His voice trailed off as he noticed the bulge running to his little brother's knee. He was dumbfounded again, staring at his brother's immense size. It really wasn't terribly more than his own but it looked bigger for his shorter, slighter body. His cock jumped for joy at the realization and he could see the embarrassment deepen in Magnus' face as they stood there hard as diamond becoming fully aware of the other's arousal.

"I just... I don't wanna invade your space, Ti," the smaller cat pleaded, awkwardly debating whether or not to turn his shame away but each little shift of his legs rubbed him just the wrong way.

It highlighted his size and weakened Titus' resistance to his body's urges. When the smaller tiger finally turned, groaning at the uncomfortable angle of his penis trapped in overly tight denim it broke through the last of his brother's will power. Heavily muscled arms enveloped the little feline, holding him still while meaty paws fumbled with his waist. The heat of naked cock made Magnus try to writhe away but soon the relief of his own shaft swinging free melted away his panic.

"There. We're even. Now calm down."

They paused again, Titus' heartbeat pounding through his length and up his brother's spine. He had always cherished his little brother, though it had always been platonic up to this point. He really shouldn't have been so harsh the last few days. He tried to come up with excuse after excuse but in the end he knew that he just needed some. He didn't want to objectify him but he did want to indulge this feeling deep down in his loins.

"Look, you're not a pain. To prove it to you I'll give you one chance and only one," The big cat threw down his towel and dropped down on his back, lifted his legs and offered up his ass. His rump was really no different. Muscular curves tempered by soft fur, under which that long tail twitched excitedly. "I've been a dick. Here's a little payback."

Magnus looked down, confused by the image. Like his brother, though, his cock knew what it wanted, spraying a glittering arc of precum across the floor as he turned to see his brother's junk spilling down his well made body and his taut cheeks presented so finely. He bit his lip as he watched for some sign of betrayal but his brother flashed him a very serious and increasingly lustful look. He knelt half reluctantly and half adoringly, his next gout of precum splashing over one of Titus' thighs and their rods rubbing against each other as he settled in close. He huffed as those powerful legs rested on his shoulders.

It was intimidating to have his brother in this position, even if he hadn't taken the upper hand by trapping his shoulders against his body, he was just so much stronger. The size of him, the girth of his muscles. It was a little too much. Still, he couldn't lie to himself and say he didn't want to. Taking in that fresh and clean smell mixing with the hot musk of their twin arousal was fogging his mind.

The shafts looked liked they belonged together though Magnus' had three, maybe four, extra inches on his brother's. Can thick would have been an insult but it would have been a good start for comparison. A single thick vein for each side crawled up their lengths, pulsing with tight anticipation of more attention while both tubes glistened with more and more precum, washing each other in their heat and laying thick feline fur flat with goo while the brothers grew accustomed to this sort of fraternity.

"Come on, Mag," The big tiger insisted, revealing more of his lust than he intended. "It's now or never. Balls are touching; it's already too gay to worry about that. You said you finally wanted to get to experiment. Here's your chance."

It was true, just a little tug from Titus's legs forced their heavy balls to tickle each other with their velvet fuzz. The pair of pairs seemed to grow warmer the longer they pressed together until, reassured by his brother's need, the smaller of the two reared his hips back. Both leaked their lust and musk copiously against each other, their fat lengths throbbing hard from the closeness and squirting sloppily in Titus' face until the smaller feline finally lined up with his brother's hole.

Even in far more innocent endeavors, the younger sibling had always needed a little shove to get going and Titus could only think of a few better positions to do it. He flexed his muscles tight around his little brother, pulling him close and forcing the head of his shaft into him. Magnus' cock was bigger than he might have liked but no less that he expected, wincing as he stretched around the unfamiliar girth but he wasn't about to about to let a little discomfort get in his way. Instead he growled, attempting to goad Magnus into a rough rhythm and rocked his hips toward the other tiger until the younger brother took the hint and started to thrust for himself.

It felt good. Very good even. Filling and hot and wet just how the big musclebound cat liked it. They weren't even balls deep before he demanded more. "Harder," was all he needed to growl and his obliging brother lifted up their hips and tried to let gravity help him plow in deeper. They grunted and growled in cacophonous abandon, the wet slap of moist balls on firm ass joining the din as brother fucked brother. If one of them were in the state of mind to really consider it they might argue if it were about freedom or taboo but for the moment it was the pleasure they shared which spurred them on.

Precum coursed into Titus' ass, then drooled back out around Magnus' cock in a sloppy mess while his own tool pumped out more of the same, splattering between the grooves of his muscle highlighted by the matted fur up and down his torso and coating his face in its warmth. The towel, already wet from having to dry the striped fur now soaking in musky slime just seemed to pool around the elder's body. The near constant cascade pouring down his backside threatening to spread quickly to the edge of the minimal cover as the smell of their mixing precum filled the apartment.

Titus was nearly drowning in it as his little brother's fat cock forced more the juice out of him than he'd been prepared for but he wasn't going to back down, it simply wasn't the way the tiger handled things. He was in charge now and he'd take charge of the mess he was making too. He pulled his hips closer to him, pulling his brother along by his slender, firm rump, and presented himself with the fat head of his cock. He was no stranger to the sloppy monster but it had been a long while since he tried to take it with someone at his backdoor, especially now that he was being given a rough pile driver while they were at it, so he opened wide and let Magnus push his hips toward his muzzle. The sweet and salty flavour of his own musk filled his mouth instantly but he kept himself open for more, waiting and aiming himself for just the right thrust to lock the two together.

He gurgled and gagged for a moment, trying to find the rhythm again before he started gulping in earnest; drinking down as much juice as he could while the rest sputtered dramatically around his lips and maybe even from his nose, though through the mess he couldn't be sure,. There was certainly enough for it to go that way. But they were both too caught up to take too much notice. He could feel his ass soaked in tiger sex. Even as tightly as his hole was stretched around his brother's shaft there was too much of it to contain, and by now, the towel under them was soaked through, a small lake of precum spreading across the floor. Over and over the wet slaps filled the room over the sounds of muffled groans and suppressed roars as they fought off their building climaxes.

To Magnus, the sensation of being buried in his older brother's ass was utterly overwhelming. More intense than any of his sessions by himself. No clever arrangements of fingers or eager tongue could really match that heat, that clinging, wet flesh. His inexperience showed as Magnus hit his peak first, biting his lip to keep the pent up noise from disturbing the neighbours. It was easily a flood. A deluge of thick, heavy heat forcing its way into every little crevice in the muscular body holding him in deep. They could both feel it gushing around the seal, Painting the hips white and making a web of dangling pearls between them as far up as the little brother's nipples. The shots came so forcefully that more than one escaped glob arced up and around like a fountain; each one like it's own money shot.

The creamy filling built up pressure, forcing Titus more full than he thought an ass full of cum ever could. The weight of his younger brother pushing his erection to the hilt, helped to push Titus' mouth further toward his own balls, and he finally managed to deep-throat himself completely. The throbbing heat of his brother's monster pressed more and more pressure against his prostate until he felt like he was ready to explode. The sloshing goo inside of him had filled him so tightly that when he finally let go he felt as though he'd opened a valve rather than started to cum. Not that the wave of orgasm didn't hit him like a truck. It did. His whole body quaked with pleasure as his body crashed into euphoria. But the relief of his own cream rushing down his throat seemed so individually intense he had a hard time connecting the two.

He could feel each gush forcing its way down his stretched throat. The unmistakable texture clogging his throat testing his lung capacity with each increasing long burst. The heady flavour only made it worse, urging his body to extend the sensation by taste alone. Meanwhile oozing, white sauce overtook the towel gathering in a wide sea of spent lust; the wild torrents of seed gushing sloppily to the walls until Magnus finally relaxed. He held onto the bigger tiger like his legs were support beams and despite the strong orgasm or it's lingering afterglow they might as well have been.

Cum ran down their bodies in rivers. Magnus gasped for breath over his brother while Titus tossed his head back in a literal pool of semen, thick white goo splattered all over his face and chest, running in constant streams from his ass around the younger brother's still throbbing erection. Both tried hard to catch their breath. It became hard to tell who was holding who at that point but after a moment, Titus' big paws pushed at the sleek shoulders underneath them extracting inch after inch of his brother's cum-slicked dick until it popped free with a sloppy gush and his ass made a wet 'splat' into the pool. Cups of it overflowed before he could clench his hole tight and save it for the new shower he'd have to take but satiated and hot and wet the cats still needed more time to relax.

Again the younger of the two recovered first, flicking his ears back and fretting over the state of things. "God what a mess. And here I am worried about a mess and I just--"

"I told you to calm down. The mess isn't so bad and if you don't want to do that again you don't have to. That's the cool thing about being in charge of yourself," Titus replied firmly, enjoying this lead role he was taking. "Of course this is mostly your mess so dump that cum outside over the balcony then join me in the shower okay?"

"Join you?"

"You heard me."

The younger cat seemed just short of a panic as the older one just felt himself thrum with independence again. Magnus waddled carefully back to the shower debating what he needed to do about it while Titus carefully gathered the towel and his shorts. He couldn't let his brother live in shame but at the same time he refused to think of something to be ashamed about. They were full grown men. If anyone didn't believe it then damn them all to hell. They consented, behind closed doors, to fuck hard on the floor of their apartment. It was no one else's business to tell them if it was right or not.

Unfortunately, Magnus was simply too new to the world of freedom to see things that way yet. Cum dripped down Titus' legs as he tried to get the water running, deciding cold would probably be best at this point. This was the first time he'd really taken a load like this one. He'd given more than his fair share but he had always liked feeling full and gooey and this took it to a very pleasant extreme. Still, before he had even more mess to clean he clamoured into the stream and felt the cream get washed slowly away.

Titus hadn't even fished with the first layer before his brother appeared at the bathroom door, avoiding looking at his conspicuously sticky brother. "Ti, I think I'll just..."

"Come on, bro, where are you going go covered in all that?" Titus interjected still gradually releasing cream down the backsides of his legs. "Besides, this'll give me a chance to show you something."

The plan was coming together haphazardly but the best always do. Urging waves finally had the smaller cat pressed into the tight cool space of their shower against the musky stench of his brother's cum coated body. The powerful muscles wrapped carefully around him, pulling him close so their limp cocks touched again and their bodies pressed together in a warm hug.

"You can do whatever you want, okay?" Titus explained softly as the cool water washed over them dragging away their mixed spunk little by little. "If you wanna do it again just ask, if you don't just tell me. That's what all this independence stuff is about. You get to choose. So if you want me to stop. Just say so."

With that the big tiger, the dominating mass in the little shower knelt down and started to lick his brother clean. He fought the urge to grab onto Magnus tight and instead letting him be in control. He just let his tongue flicker through his fur, cleaning cum out of the fibres and gently stroking his length with a soft grip. Magnus tried to babble something, incoherent arguments about people and other unimportant issues. Each time the elder brother shrugged and licked his little brother's balls. No pressure, no judgments. Just licks between brothers.

Titus was ready to stop the moment the other cat said the word but it never came. The rationalizing came slower too as if Magnus' hardening cock was stealing the words from him in order to swell to it's full size. His crotch was finally starting to look clean too, when he started squirting more precum over his brother's powerful shoulder. He whimpered meekly before he pressed his hand to his brother's head.

With a broad, victorious grin, Titus shifted up the length and kissed the tip, sucking and slurping gently around it to sound that was a fusion between a moan and a hiss. Too sensitive for more it seemed but still he looked much more comfortable as Titus tucked himself back under his balls, and licked up the last hints of jizz clinging to his taint.

The big tiger finally felt properly drained by the time he was finished cleaning and all that was left was shampooing his fur. They'd be at it for hours if Magnus tried to lick that sort of mess out of his fur. He stood up, looming over his little brother again, and reached for the bottle. The smaller feline hugged his sticky brother once more, relieved somewhat of his concerns and messing himself up again to thank Titus for understanding. Of course that made them both sticky again so the shower would take that much longer.