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Fur! It sets my teeth on edge, makes my skin tingle and it drives me crazy. In a way I just can't put into words no matter how hard I try and believe me I've tried. If I was born a hundred years ago I'd have been into bears. Big hairy guys, rough, manly with thick chest and body hairy. I've tried them and while they scratch the itch they don't satiate it. All they do is set it on fire, make me burn for the real thing.

I burn for real bears, wolves too and foxes, tigers, lions. Hell anything with fur, it's what I need. That wonderful sensation of fur on skin, it brings me pleasure in a way I can't describe. Of course I had to be gay as well, I couldn't lay even the thin respectable veneer of heterosexuality over my obsession. No what I craved had to be illegal everywhere except the colonies and Europe.

That's why I kept coming back to this club in London, two hundred miles from my home. It's called Fur and Skin, the only gay joint in the country where humans and furs can mix without fear of judgement or ridicule. If my family or friends knew I went there once a month they would be horrified. I wrestled with the idea of telling them, but to be honest it's much easier in the closet. I could get my fix and they never needed to know.

Why risk losing their love by letting them know the full me? Maybe things would be different if when I found someone. Someone I could connect to, someone who filled not just my obsession, but who loved me. However, that didn't seem like much of a possibility at the time.

That's why I was there, perching on the counter in the bathroom. Squeezed in-between two sinks. My pants lost somewhere on the dirty bathroom floor. My underwear dangling from my left foot as my legs were held up by the black panther whose thick cock is ploughing my more than willing ass.

He leant over me and I caught the heavy scent of alcohol on his breath. I'd plied him with a few drinks before inviting him back to my hotel room. He hadn't wanted to go that far. I was horny and desperate I'd practically begged him to take me in the bathroom. He'd smiled the confident smile of a guy getting exactly what he wanted and having the other person thank them for it.

As soon as we were in the bathroom he'd unzipped his pants and pulled out a half hard black cock. "Better get to sucking, bitch." Was all he'd said. I'd hated him for that, I knew what this was and what I was. I didn't need him to remind me, I didn't need to think how I would degrade myself in any way just to feel him against me.

Still it hadn't stopped me or slowed me down. I was kneeling on the sticky floor a second later my mouth around his thick, musky and bitter shaft. I sucked and licked as my hands ran up his athletic legs. My whole body trembled as they slipped inside his boxers and over the fur on his inner thighs. Soft, thick, luxurious and heavenly. His fur ran between my digits, tickling and tingling in a way that only fur can.

He tasted musky and there was that sharp taste of a drop or two of urine he had failed to shake out last time he'd been to the loo. I ran my tongue over his cocktip, swirling it around his glans, getting a deep lustful moan from him as my reward. I let my hands roam over his thighs loving the sensations. My distaste for him lost in the tickle of fur, in the explosion of sensation on my skin.

I began to bob my head sucking firmly on the thick black member, letting it run up my tongue to the back of my throat. I've sucked a lot of anthro cock in my day, I know how to work all different kinds of shafts. It didn't take long for him to pull out of my mouth panting and gasping.

"S..stop there, I don't want to cum in your mouth." He gasped his voice suddenly missing all the confidence he had mere minutes earlier.

I looked up at him and smiled knowing that the control was shifting. I got to my feet and unfastened my belt, pulling them down kicking them away. My underwear followed shortly, I pulled my shirt up a little as I perched between the skins, lifting my legs exposing myself saying. "Well you'd better put it where you want to cum then."

I had prepared myself earlier knowing that this was a likely outcome. I'd prepared him just then .I'd pulled his pants fully down and loosened his shirt making sure as much fur as could be was exposed. A few seconds later he was rutting into me gasping and panting as he fucked me wildly.

He wasn't great, he lacked rhythm, his pace was erratic and his cock was going nowhere near my prostate. However, his hips were constantly rubbing my ass, his stomach fur was running over my cock and balls. I was in heaven for a few moments I closed my eyes ignored the discomfort and concentrated on the soft fur surrounding my privates.

I was just starting to feel something building when he moaned deeply and shuddered. I could feel a moist warmth jetting into my ass. A few seconds later he pulled out and pulled up his pants. I thrust a card into his jacket pocket. "Call me."

The panther nodded "Y..yeah sure." He said before stumbling out the door.

I located my pants and started to pull them back on when I heard a deep voice say. "He met you in a bar, fucked you in the loo and left without even finishing you off. Don't be too surprised when he never calls."

"I... won't be." I replied way too surprised and taken back to think of a good or witty reply.

I heard a toilet flush and one stall opened a large polar bear I recognised as one of the bar tenders exited.

He looked at me as he washed his paws. "Furs and humans who come here are looking for sex not love. If you want someone to call you then you are in the wrong place."

I sighed deeply feeling the cum of the panther soaking into my underwear. "I know... but there's nowhere else. I tried online but it's just the same thing only most of the flirting is in text. I just want to find a nice anthro to hold me and never let go. However, until I find him I'll settle for a quick fuck in the bathroom."

The bear dried his paws and passed me a leaflet. "This place is opening in a few weeks. There will be no rave music, no drugs and anybody fucking in the toilets will be barred."

As the bear left I read the leaflet it was advertising a coffee/bookshop opening a few streets away. It was called Crossroads and it was human, anthro and gay friendly. I put the leaflet in my pocket and left a little more hopeful, walking a little more gingerly.