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I took my sweet time to wriggle my butt out of my pants and my boxers to reveal all the pretty pink inches of my nicely-sized (okay, so maybe I've said it's seven plus inches before, but it's just about six, honestly, that's still nice for a cat!) barbed...phallus. My pride and joy had already slipped fully out of its sheath that now resided as a rumpled golden and creamy wrinkle of skin at the base of this slightly damp-looking thingy sprouting off my groin.

I hissed from the sensation of catching myself onto one of my paws and gave myself a squeeze to give those barbs something fun to think about while I one-pawedly picked up the phone from the table.

Unsurprisingly, it was from 'VICTOR HOLDEN', and I grinned at the prospect of another update from the randy Dobie.

If it wasn't been for tht

interruption I might've

asked if u want to do it

lst Friday.

My cock throbbed naughtily in my palm as I read the message and smiled at the dirty-minded implications coming from Victor.

Peter Sinclair says: Well I do suppose that weirdness concentrates on places like...say, university English departments, role-playing clubs, fashion houses, bookstores, sci-fi conventions...

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Hahah, there was the cougar going again, ribbing at me, while I was jerking it.

I got a nice little sticky something over my thumb when I stroked my pad over my leaky tip, and quickly brought that up to my lips and lapped it clean since I didn't want to mess up my keyboard, as I typed.

Rory Gliese says: Like that guy back in college, that German Shepherd, that...what was his name...the one who'd come to lectures wearing his larping costume...

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That ought to give Peter something to thing about, I decided, and buy me time to compose a suitable message for Victor, too, while my spare paw quickly returned over to play with my balls.

Do exactly what?

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I chuckled evilly to myself as I tapped "Send" and put the phone away to relief my other paw, too. I had Peter on the small message box on the right paw corner of the screen, sure, but besides that, the browser window was dominated by a certain lynx's and his bare torso being displayed so openly in the natural rugged environment of his homeland.

A dirty thought entered my mind as I let my eyes hover over the screen, all the while my fingertips tugged and fondled on my balls in their fuzzy, taunt sac for a nice, extra warm and cozy self-pleasurable feeling. There was the folder for pictures...the lynx's very own photo album...and hadn't it been Marge who had said that some of the photos were much fun to look at?

While getting hot dude tips from Marge sounded like a perverted thing in its own right, let's just say that curiosity, as much as it might kill the cat, was also now driving my paw over the computer mouse and then to click on that link to open up the folder containing some not so secret shots of a certain hotshot Viking exchange student.

Peter Sinclair says: Kenneth Morgan!

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The photo album loaded itself swiftly and revealed to me that the lynx had even conveniently arranged his photos into folders. The newest seemed to be something called "PARTY AT THE BOOM BOX" and dated a couple of weeks ago, and the dark and badly exposed preview shots told me that it was probably from some sort of a student party, full of...well, I suppose you were supposed to call them lolz, about your study friends getting terribly drunk and collapsing into incriminating postures when they pass out.

Rory Gliese says: That's it!

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I rubbed my balls nicely and firmly and liked the way how my pointy-tipped lion toy twitched and pulsed against my wrist. I groped my stuff and scrolled down to try and find something that offered a better look at the feline owner of the Facebook profile, considering that the previews for the party folder had a suspicious absence of the said mottled, tuff-tip-eared cutie.

Peter Sinclair says: Think he's a schoolteacher in Iowa nowadays, or so I heard on Facebook.

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This book surely made stalking on former acquaintances all too easy, I decided as I let my eyes wander past "EXCHANGE STUDENT ORIENTATION DAY" and "CAMPUS PICTURES I TOOK FOR BROTHER AND SISTER" folders.

Rory Gliese says: Hahah!

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The phone made itself known again and I let the scrolling be for the moment as I checked what my buff Dobie had to add to his earlier dirty talk.

_ Nice to gt sum_

tongue action

_ after a gd_

pounding. Relaxes

things back there

all nice and tight

if u know wht

_ I mean. ; )_

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And he even used a wink smiley! I could even see him like that, splayed on his belly, small tail held up to show off his messy rump and looking over his shoulder and winking and tilting his head in a "come on, clean me up, stud" gesture to invite some tongue action in his messy butt.

My cock reacted by spurting extra pre over my belly, pretty much filling my navel with sticky, clear fluid, while the whole cat prod throbbed dangerously, and my tail flicked behind me ,smacking against the chair legs. My cheeks felt pleasantly warm as I read over the message again and cursed how swiftly our date really had come to an end.

I mean, I'm a cat, I can go at it a couple of times easily, and it only gets better the more times you do it...the more you have to work to get off...and I sure wouldn't have minded spending a lot more time bouncing up and down on a certain Dobie's rump while making the big doggie growl and harrumph and press his ass back against my loins that would have been controlling our mutual pleasure...

My roryhood became even tenser as the dominant thoughts filled my mind. I had to abandon any sexting and chatting for a moment as I simply grabbed myself and jerked a couple of times over my hard, leaking shaft, spreading pre all over the barbed length. I hissed and purred loudly, my eyes falling closed from sights of a goofily smiling Haakon holding up one of those red frat party drink mugs, and I lolled my head back and simply enjoyed myself for a moment. I had my cock in a warm, tight place that was my clenched paw, and my sheath was pressed against my wrist, and my palm held my balls in a good, necessarily tight grip that pressed them together and pulled the skin firmly around my janglers. I purred loudly and let my paws do what came naturally to them, the way every male knew how to manipulate themselves for the best results. For me that meant slow, firm strokes over my slick shaft and having my balls held warm 'n nice, and I curled my thumb below them to rub at the root of my member, over my taint. I rumbled and snuffled and generally enjoyed the tensing and relaxing of all my muscles on my legs and my back and my tailhole, while my barbs bore their sticky way over the soft furs of my palm, inflicting pleasure on me that I knew could easily become devastatingly good, should I care to end things very quickly.

My mind was really into it, too. It didn't take me much to conjure up a full high definition image of Victor's rump, held up in that incredibly sexy manner that simply told anyone looking at it that the big Dobie didn't mind getting it under his tail, from someone he wanted to do it, and this time that guy happened to be me. Dream-Victor's round, brown-furred rump beckoned for attention, in my mind, whether that meant paws slapping or groping over those silky mounds, or my cock rubbing between his fleshy ass cheeks, up and down his crack in a lewd humping action before the real deal, direct barbed reaming of that very same tail. Such a fun rump romp might then be followed by what Victor had suggested...paws grasping onto his battered butt cheeks to expose his taint and his hole, probably glistening from lube and looking slightly worn out...and perfect...pink and not so innocent and inviting of raspy lion tongues to go straight over that musky hole and make the Dobie grunt and moan out of helpless abandon in his own submissive pleasure.

With some effort I opened my eyes and released my paw from my cock, since thinking about Victor I realized that somewhere out there might be a similarly horny Dobie expecting hear the latest dirty update to our sexting, and here I was, just being selfish and jerking off.

He probably didn't have much time for fun, anyway, considering that Cobb probably was nosy enough to barge into bedrooms without knocking or giving any other warning about his impeding appearance to VICTOR YOU WANT TO HAVE A HOT DOG WITH ME FOR A SNACK HEY WHAT'S GOING ON HERE WHY ARE YOU IN BED AND IT'S ONLY EIGHT PM ARE YOU ON THE PHONE WITH SOMEONE WHY ARE YOU UNDER THE BLANKET DO YOU HAVE A FEVER DO YOU FEEL SICK ARE YOU ALRIGHT IS IT THAT RORY WITH YOU ON THE PHONE WHY ARE YOUR PANTS ON THE FLOOR HERE VICTOR WHAT'S THAT SMELL WOW MAN DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE THAT HORNY EVEN AT THIS AGE WELL NOT SO SURPRISED HEHEH SINCE I AM SO GUESS IT'S JUST GOOD TO HEAR MY BROTHER GETS IT UP AS OFTEN AS I DO BUT GIVE THAT RORY A HELLO IS HE JACKING OFF TOO GOOD LUCK WITH THAT RORY YOU'VE GOT A GREAT BOYFRIEND IN VICTOR DON'T GO MESSING IT AROUND LIKE ISAAC DID!

I cringed at the thought of such a walk-in incident and decided that I needed a distraction as much as Victor did.

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Someone is

feeling

naughty tonight

are we?

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Now maybe that wasn't so explicit, nothing like Victor's last text, but at least it had a sexy taunting edge to it, and that ought to be turn on for the wicked-minded Victor in coming up with an even dirtier response. I sent it out and noticed that there was also a new message from Peter, too, blinking there at the corner of the screen.

Peter Sinclair says: Gotta love geeks alright. Though suppose we all were geeks at one way or another.

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I chuckled at his sentiment and composed a quick reply, while, admittedly, I was feeling distracted by thought of Victor-butts and the familiar photo of a shirtless Haakon posing on top of that rocky cliff, under a folder heading that said: "PHOTOS FROM FINNMARK FROM LAST SUMMER".

Rory Gliese says: Guess some were more in the closet about it than the others.

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Even with my mind flooded with dirty Victor thoughts, my curiosity made me to click to open the folder containing what I presumed to be Haakon's holiday snaps, and got a new, bigger version of the earlier picture of the lynx posing for the camera. He stood there confidently, wearing his sun glasses and some cargo pants and had his paws in his pockets and generally looked like he belonged there, amidst that rugged but beautiful nature.

"Ymmm...," I licked my lips a little as I clicked the little arrow to get to the next photo, which was even better than before, since now the unknown photographer had captured the lynx from behind, showing Haakon gazing out to the cloudy sky and the icy sea beyond the rocky ravines.

My paw naturally made its way back over my cock as I simply let my eyes roam over every delicious detail in that picture. The lynx had wide shoulders that tapered into thick arms, held out all relaxed over his sides, although he had pushed his shoulders back a little to highlight to V-shape of his back. The mottled back with a prominent, curved spine became his rear in a smooth contour that filled out those very much NOT saggy pants finely. His tail hung out of the hole on the back and loosely highlighted the extremely hunkable shape and muchly theorized firmness of that feline rear. Now, don't get me wrong, I knew he was a smart, polite, playful young man with amazing language skills, enough to warrant him an exchange student spot, but that combined with some killer buns, smooth furs and a cute smile made the poor foreign boy into heavy duty fetish fuel. He simply was fun to look at, and probably felt even better to FEEL at, if he'd ever be wanting for anyone to run paws and tongues over every muscle in his body and get his furs covered in a strange scent while two hot bodies slowly grinded onto another...

My mind was supplying all too many possibilities on how to have a great time with someone as fit and playful-looking as a certain Haakon Kjerulf, and my naughty Rory-bits were agreeing as well, pulsing almost unattended against my belly. At least my balls and taint still got some play from my spare paw, although there certainly would've been room for improvement when it came to the intensity of self-pleasuring.

Peter Sinclair says: The English department would've been a really pointless place to be in the closet about anything.

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I chuckled and smiled and flicked my ears, happy that Peter was making his old kind of jokes, the real, funny jokes he was known at amongst all his peers.

Plink! Plink!

Hahah...and now there was another jester vying for my attention, namely a possibly very horny Dobie wanting to pester me with another of his little messages that were keeping my cock at steely hard condition.

Can't help

when thinking

about you and

our good times

gets me all

worked up.

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That certainly wasn't particularly dirty a thing to say, but at least he meant it, and that was more than enough to get to me, as I imagined the Dobie lying on his bed with one paw around his phone and the other playing with his stiff, big, juicy doggie bone, pre dripping down its thick length. Maybe he'd have one knee tilted over and he'd just look at you and ask you if you wanted a taste.

Fuck yes please!

Feeling a bit

worked up

myself too.

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Hopefully that'd suggest all the right things to him and conjure up equally fun Rory images for him, of the same quality as the ones I was having of Victor, with or without the help of the sight of that lynx butt right there in front of my eyes, tempting me to...click it.

I did gave my lion shaft a quick yank with my fingers on my way to hit the arrow icon again, this time bringing up a picture of the lynx...Jesus...

Haakon was crouching down now, halfway, his paws over his knees, I think, while his back arched nicely, and his soles didn't even touch his ass, that much he was holding himself up in a posture that must have been extremely strenuous to maintain for a long time, especially for the purpose of doing some sightseeing, but let's just say that as an onlooker, I had nothing to complain about. The posture worked perfectly to tense up all the muscles of his ass to fill out those pants without leaving any room for the imagination. His back seemed to be rippling as if the image was alive and moving and not just a still portrait of the hunky lynx squatting down on some moss to show himself off to the world. The text underneath said, even..

"Long time waiting for the sunset, at this time, it never does."

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Fine by me, I would've gladly spent whole night jus there watching the lynx watch the sun that never set when it came to those latitudes, I was sure of that, as my eyes made naughty rounds over mounds of muscle and that spine and that graceful curved tail that snaked down over the mossy ground...

Peter Sinclair says: Oh well.. guess everyone needs a certain time to grow into it.

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My ears flattened as I felt a measure of shame for ignoring Peter's earlier message, and I tore my eyes away from the lynx-butt to speak up again.

Rory Gliese says: Yeah, too true, and some never do.

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Peter Sinclair says: Yeah. At least we're lucky in that, aren't we?

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Rory Gliese says: Better to be true to yourself and not to waste time pretending.

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Spoken by the chronic closet lion, of course, I snuffled to myself, and felt my ears remain flat for quite some time yet, while I sat there, cock throbbing in all of its gay happiness at the constant stimulus of Dobie and lynx fantasies.

Peter Sinclair says: We're darn philosophical tonight I think.

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Rory Gliese says: just like all those nights with wine, salty snacks and lots of will to make the world a more better and more artistic place.

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With my uniform consisting of a black waistcoat, some tan pants that clashed with my fur tone, half a dozen edgy mottles painted over my face and muzzle, a pair of unnecessary eyeglasses on my nose and that infamous black beret arranged over my head to the proper Parisian angle, as much as Peter always remembered to remind me whenever old times came up. It didn't help that Peter's own dress style was always ever so...normal, that there was never nothing to tease him about when it came to his former wardrobe.

Peter Sinclair says: With me stealing your beret.

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I chuckled loudly as my prediction became the truth.

Rory Gliese says: Just proves how much you liked that beret, too!

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I added ruefully.

Peter Sinclair says: Maybe it had its advantages, too.

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Yeah, maybe.

Rory Gliese says: Of course it did : )

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And I even used a smiley : )

The chitchat had done little to cause my erection to wilt, but it rather still quite happily made a further mess over my belly, while I kept rubbing my always attention-seeking balls in my paw nestled under my package. I could feel the root of my cock twitch in rhythm with the pulsing of the hot flesh itself. The fact that Haakon was displaying his rear and his...ahem...sculpted back on the photograph as if he was actually presenting his ass at me two feet away certainly was a contributing factor to my continued horniness.

There was also, or so my dirty little mind decided, a horny Dobie somewhere, imagining all the fun things he could get up to with me if we happened to be in the same room...the same bed...the same tangle of furs and limbs and sexual organs. I grabbed my dick again and gave it some good stroking action, since I knew that teasing could go only that far, and being aroused for too long could easily get to be unpleasant, especially for cats.

My mind picked up from where I left it before, to Victor on his belly, giving that inviting, sexy look to me as he expected me to do the naughty with his big rump at any moment. My paw flew up and down on my shaft as I imagined leaning over him, putting my paws on his ass cheeks and pulling them apart, just the way you had to do, to expose his tail hole...yes...it was that familiar shade of pink, puckered at the center where the muscles pursed down together to close him up...but it wouldn't seem completely tight...not tight like a vice, at least, after being spread open around my stiff member. The wispy black hairs in his taint, surrounding that hole would be messy and stick to the smooth, silky skin, and there'd be a lingering smell of lube, and I could see it too, matting his crack and his hole, and within as well. There'd be a lot of tail musk and just a hint of cum, because my spunk would be contained in a condom and not inside Victor, because I knew better than to go bareback...

I snuffled quietly to my very conscious fantasy self and growled pleasurably as the sensations slowly grew inside my belly, making my balls and my own tailhole twitch as the warmth and pressure gained intensity with every up and down stroke of my trusty paw over my shaft.

There'd Victor be with his well-fucked, stretched hole...likely having that very familiar butt hurt feeling, it's not pain, not from any damage that might have been caused, just a strange, almost numb feeling that you get from having something rutting you soundly, especially if the fur getting cozy with your butt happens to have barbs, which I of course possessed, and I had had enough butt adventures of my own to know what kind of things barbs did when they get to seesaw in and out of a tight hole. You probably felt almost itchy for a while, and there'd be this natural urge to clench down your tailhole and make it flex, to get that feeling away...and as soon as you relaxed, it'd be back there. Sometimes it could be a nuisance, but usually it just made you want more play...fingers...tongues...cocks...

Seriously, any non-cats out there, try a cat, it might do wonders to you.

My very fine Dream-Victor, too, sounded and looked like he'd had the proper cat cock treatment too, as Dream-Rory leaned close to his crack and took a very good look at that slowly flexing, wrinkled pucker. It was pulsing, full of life, the Dobie's essence, put into this slow quiver by the percussion of a lion baton striking a very catch drum beat over the double bongos of his sexy butt. The very smell would be enough to make me salivate and my once or twice unloaded cock would throb happily...waiting for another go at this sweet rump once I'd given Victor what he wanted...a good old-fashioned tongue tease, and I had some tongue to spare, too, since us cats are always famous for liking to lick and groom things without tongues, and guess I was no exception.

"Hmmm.....," Dream-Rory purred...my paw tugging on my balls for an added feeling, just a little, gentle tugs, every now and then, that made my tail flick rapidly behind me.

It'd be best first to just drool over his rump, let my saliva dribble down and mix with that lube to make everything more slick...for my tongue to sink against that little hole and push over it, flicking the tip of my tongue over its rim, and maybe going all the way down to kiss him, as if I was kissing his muzzle and not his ass.

"Ahhh...Dream-Rory...suck that ass..." Dream-Victor rumbled form somewhere afar, and Dream-Rory's ears flicked against the Dobie's rump, while his muzzle was buried in that warm ass...furry cheeks against furry cheeks, for the perfect fit, of getting my tongue under Victor's tail that might even flick me between the eyes if I wasn't watchful for it.

Ohh yes...

So musky...full Victor, big male, a little bit of sweat and lube and simple sexy tang of someone who is as big and masculine as Victor, who only has to give you a certain look and you already want to pull down his pants and go to town with him. He'd make sex low grunts when he had his tailhole drilled with a tongue, and there'd definitely be some additional Dobie musk in the air from a leaking, knotted cock, throbbing against his belly, and obscene, large, pink, good-smelling and wonderful-tasting doggie dick always ready for some action.

My very own action toy pulsed rapidly in my paw, and I tightened my grip at the same time as my body began to tighten, and my breaths came hard and fast, and I knew that this could only end in one way, but after a few more seconds of rapid pawing off, I knew that I couldn't wait. There was no point in edging when I was this horny, and when I could almost taste the Dobie on my tongue while Dream-Rory continued to rim Dream-Victor with deep, slurping licks in and out of that clenching tail-pucker.

"Aaaahhhhhhhrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!"

I made a mess all over my shirt with my cum as it forced itself out of my body, my skin tingling under my furs, all over me, my muscles flexing, my toes curling, my tail smacking the floor, my head thrown back as I purred and rumbled and moaned all at the same time, hissing, growling, huffing. it seemed that my body couldn't decide on an appropriate reaction, but I also knew that I was cumming and it felt fantastic, especially since the air was so soon filled with so much musk, and my cock pulsed in my paw, my balls drew close to my body. I could barely think clearly while the pleasurable haze peaked and then slowly tapered down, until I was left to sit there, panting, with cum running down the front of my shirt.

It didn't help that when I opened my eyes, all I could see was lynx ass in tight pants, pointed at me. My cock eagerly splurted out just a little more cat cum and oozed it over my knuckles, and my maw fell open and I purred on each outwards breath. my body still raced to try and come down from the orgasmic high that still made my skin tingle and kept my tailhole and all the muscles down there flexing on their own accord, from sheer sexual tension still hiding inside me.

"Wow...damn, Victor...," I licked over my slick lips, wondering the erotic power he held over me even without actually being physically there, doing these great things with me, that I was imagining that we could do.

Well, I did notice that Peter was there, though, in his little box, poking me.

Peter Sinclair says: Just how many of those berets did you have anyway? I can remember the black ones and the blue one, and I think there was also a red one.

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I snuffled wearily and flicked my ears, and released myself, letting my cock to flop against my belly, and brought my stained paw up to be sniffed deeply before I lapped up any little marks I had made over it with my white spunk. My nose was filled with lion musk, and it was a fine thing to experience, very familiar of course, and necessary, after being so aroused for a long time...it helped to keep the mood up, should I want to have seconds, which was always a possibility.

I glanced over my fingers to make sure that they were not particularly messy anymore and typed out, tail flicking happily.

Rory Gliese says: At least half a dozen.

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What a think to confess, I snuffled, and realized that I had left some cum over the letters T, N and S.

"Ugh."

PLINK!

My ears, the ones that been rushing with blood as my orgasm took me out of this world for a while, flicked down at the oddly loud sound of my phone, and I found out that there was another message from VICTOR HOLDEN on the screen. I smirked wearily and wondered whether there'd be an opportunity to tell him what I had been up to during the past few minutes.

If you want to

do something

about that

I was wondering

if you were

free this

Thursday?

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