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Athletes and Executives: August, the First Meeting.

The ringing wasn't loud but it woke him up. Ryan had always been a light sleeper. The bigger trick was untangling himself from his comforters and groping for the phone that had buzzed itself off of the night stand. The tiger didn't even check before he opened it up.

"Howdy."

"You sound like you gave a blowjob to the incredible hulk. I can barely understand you." Pierce had a much higher voice, the artic fox grew up alongside socialites too, so that only made it worse.

"It's bootcough." Ryan cleared his throat to make it better, but without a hot shower it didn't get all that much better.

"Whatever. Get your fat ass down to the WRC, I need someone to belay." Ryan pulled back to glance at his phone. It was nine am on a Saturday. "Don't even say it's early. No excuses."

"Alright. Gimme a minute and I'll be there." Ryan stretched and let his tail flick out, yawn with a full body stretch.

"and you'll be there what?"

"I'll be there Mr. President." A grumble at the fox's ego boost. Pierce was only the president of the climbing club because he was willing to set the time aside and handle the bureaucracy. Pierce hung up and Ryan did the same letting the phone drop onto the bed.

The big tiger tumbled from bed to fish a pair of green boxer briefs out of his dresser. Next came a sleeveless blue shirt that really made his fur pop and cargo shorts that were loose enough they didn't restrict his movement and durable enough he wasn't worried about them ripping. A little bit of deodorant. There was no real need to shower since they were about to climb. He grabbed the black duffel bag that held eighty pounds of his gear and headed out to toss it in the back of his boxy Jeep.

The Wellness and Recreation Center was across town. Ryan drove the fifteen minutes from his sleepy section of the town Riverwell to the more active college area. The buildings went from ancient brickwork to more modern and more colorful styles. The tiger avoided the wavy street that discouraged speeding. It was just too big of a hassle, with too many stoplights to bother.

The looming building of concrete, sinuous metalwork and mirror-like glass made him grin fiercely though. Parking was always really easy that early on a weekend. Only dedicated gym junkies came out at those hours. Ryan grabbed his bag and headed into the first floor.

The back entrance started out as a narrow hallway but it opened up quickly, a frosted glass and stainless steel railing overlooked the climbing wall in the greatroom. It went all the way from the basement up to the fourth floor.

Ryan looked right across to the weight machines and the jogging track that went all the way around the perimeter of the big building. The place was almost empty, but the clack of weights and a few people torturing themselves with jogging would always be present during business hours.It was one of his favorite places on campus.

Ryan's grin dropped as he saw the white fox on the wall. He made sure it was Pierce first before he shook his head. It took a minute to put together, Ryan's tail flicked back and forth with his thoughts. One of the other guys from the climbing club was already belaying Pierce. Damn. The man was up to something.

The tiger grumbled on his way down, and didn't bother starting to unpack his bag. He waved to Max, that big chestnut stallion holding the rope. The big man nodded in return since it was against policy to let the rope drop down to just one hand. The horse was dressed to climb too.

"When you fall, does Pierce get tugged off of the ground?" Ryan couldn't help but grin at the thought.

"Yeah. He's caught in the air between the anchor bolt and my rope tied to his harness. If he's being too haughty I just drop off and take my time getting back on wall while he flails."

"Do it for me once or twice after Pierce tells me why he called me down here. He told me he needed a belay." That made the horse raise an eyebrow. They both turned their eyes back to the wall, to watch as Pierce cleared the last third of the wall and grab the toprope bar. He dangled from it for a few seconds.

"Belay please." Came that triumphant voice and the fox let himself drop, trusting the horse to catch him and the man did. It was an easy ride down for the much smaller male. All he had to do was push off with his legs every five feet or so and lean back a bit. It didn't take more than two minutes before he was untying himself from the harness and walking over to the pair.

"Good morning Ryan. You're looking vibrant this morning. Perhaps a little underdressed however." The helmet came off and hit the ground while the artic fox did his best to unruffle his hair into a more presentable style.

"Underdressed for what?"

"For the meeting you're attending." The tiger raised an eyebrow. "The Athletic club executive board is meeting today. You'll be attending as my secretary."

"I didn't agree to that."

"Ah yes, but you will. It is one of three positions that require a name attached to them and you've already been signed up. Without it, we don't have a club and will never be eligible for funds or fundraising rights. I intended on going, but I can't reliably attend. It conflicts with Chem club and as much as I like climbing, Chem club will look better on my resume. If you don't do it, no one will. Plus. Out of all the people in the climbing club, you are the one I rely on the most. Also, tangentally the one that I would enjoy bending over a desk and fucking the most. Thus, you're perfect for secretary." The horse's ears twitched a little bit at that and shifted uncomfortably. Straight guys always got awkward when they heard such things. Ryan was used to it, he rolled his eyes.

"Make a better case than you want to fuck me and we'll see. I'm not into casual sex. Also, say please." The tiger tucked his hands into his pockets and looked over the fox who barely came up to his shoulders.

"You compromise on the open relationships thing and I'll gladly date you. Also, please may I fuck you?" The fox moved just a bit closer like a predator ready to pounce. All he'd have to say was yes. It was a little tempting for Ryan. "No, and no. And please for the other thing." Pierce sighed wearily as if it was some grand imposition on Ryan's part.

"Please will you be the secretary of the Climbing club."

"Yes. Do you have a pen and some paper. I was misinformed so I don't have anything to use." The tiger's words deflated the fox and he moved over to grab the items out of a backpack by the wall. "Room 211 upstairs, in about fifteen minutes."

"You owe me." Ryan didn't bother hiding his annoyance. It rolled right past the fox as if it was nothing. The tiger turned turned to leave, his gear still tossed over his shoulder. Up the stairs and into the rarely used hallways where a few of the leisure services and Phys Ed major classes were taught. There were signs, so it wasn't at all hard to find his way to the room. It was nicer than he expected, with a ceiling projector and a podium. The carpet looked almost brand new.

The desks were half full of college students in various shapes in sizes. The panther with the little paper placard that said boxing stuck out. Tight bodied, tattooed and wearing only shorts with a t-shirt hanging out of his belt-loops. He was speaking spanish, or portugese or a similar romance language with a dalmatian sporting a chinstrap. He came to represent the Capoeira club if the cards were to believed.

They were both smaller than Ryan, but he found their athleticism attractive. He knew the Capoeria guy at least was as physical as they come. It was an exhausting sport, and there were no kinds of people who were more in shape and fit than a dedicated Capoiesta. Flexible too. It really made Ryan think about that short agile martial artist. He could think of little more than nailing both of them against a wall, or in the panther's case, a boxing ring.

It took a minute for the tiger to get his bearings, find the notecard that said Climbing and sit down. The fifteen minutes were a pain to wait. Ryan tried to be patient, but it had never been one of his strong suits. At least there were a few hot guys to watch. A tall harlequinn great dane caught his eye, twice as hard for the baseball uniform he wore. It really showed off the hound's long legs better than most things ever could have.

Five minutes after the meeting was scheduled to start, a huge black bull walked into the room. Easily, the biggest man in the room and easily the most intimidating. The scrape on his cheekbone and a tight set to his jaw made him look angry, but those eyes were nothing but drowsy. The bull would grumbled to someone he past. The brute scratched at his stomach, and it made the t-shirt that was already stretched tight over biceps move up a bit and show off an inch or two of gut. His Sweatpants clung tight around thick thighs and the broad hips that a body like his needed just to be able to stand. A few rows in front of the tiger, he turned and started to shimmy inwards a few desks with an undignified grunt to and a shifting of a few out of his ways. That long tail with the tuft flicked in his annoyance.

Ryan considered himself a big guy. Six foot even, and thick built. He had never seen a guy that much bigger than him. Taller, sure. A few broader, but none that totally dwarfed him. Looked just under half a foot taller than him and not quite twice as wide. This bull was a tank, and the desk creaked under his weight but held. Sitting down really made those sweatpants show off that rump. Muscular and padded out with a bit of extra weight, the better part of one cheek rested on either side of the metal beam that supported the backrest. The tiger thought carefully about what club that was. Rugby. That clicked. The bull was part of the rugby team.

The silence in the room rose to a murmur without anyone to guide the meeting. People got antsy, checking cellphones and watches. A handful of minutes after that, after some of the athletic club representatives had already left, a clearly high german shepherd walked in. He'd been in great shape once but it'd gone to seed over a few years. The glassy eyed dog walked up to the podium.

"Hello everyone. I apologize for being late, I am Noah Conrad. I am the student liason for the athletic director of Sumner University. It is a pleasure to meet you all." He wasn't too bad looking, but he'd start to drone on and on..

Had Ryan been prepared for the meeting, in the right mindset, it still would have been excruciating. The tiger would hold his jaw in one hand and force his eyes to stay open. He hadn't been expecting an all day affair when he got the call from the Climbing club president. A few hours that got his heart racing, and his body straining, not death by a bored lecturer. The tiger alternated faking notes with studying his peers while the shepherd fumbled his way through hour two of showing them how to register various things for our clubs and set up websites. He had already handed out a full packet that covered all of it and far better than any speaker could.

Two hours was as long as the tiger could take. Ryan stood up and moved to the side to be as unobtrusive as possible. He had the good grace to at least mutter an excuse on his way out. He left the notebook and his bag so it was obvious he wasn't just leaving mid speech.

There wasn't anything exciting going on in the yellow-white cinderblock hallway. They almost never saw any use. By the time Ryan got to the water fountain, there were other people bored of the meeting deteriorating into the hallways too, to stretch their legs and knuckle backs. Ryan walked down to the end of the hallway to steal a quick drink, his face twisting at the metal taste of the cheap water fountain and the grating noise of the old pipes. He turned to go back in, and that big bull was looking right at him and clopping down the hallway with a grin on his snout. Ryan couldn't help myself from grinning back.

"Bored?" He had a voice like an upright bass. Ryan didn't even nod, because the bull carried on too quickly. "Me too. I could really use my cock sucked." The comment knocked that grin right off the tiger's face. Ryan was stunned. He never would have guessed those words would come from the bull. It wasn't often someone pegged the tiger for gay, he didn't fit the sterotypes. Ryan didn't do anything but stare at him. The bull didn't have such hesitation, and he didn't really stop walking. One big black hand found an orange shoulder and physically turned the tiger around just as a matter of course, like it was nothing. The bathroom was right around the corner and the bull would thread the tiger through the door, but Ryan was lifting his feet too.

The two of them passing through the door at above normal walking speed swung the door wide. The handle banged against the rubber stopper screwed into the tile. Even the brute's casual shove had Ryan moving a few paces in. The tiger didn't stumble, and he even turned smoothly to look at the bull. The bigger man was already glancing over the stalls to make sure they were alone. He leaned back against the only door and rubbed his cock right through the sweatpants, the flared head already showing up through the grey cloth.

Ryan had always considered himself to be a man of principle. He didn't fool around with people outside of dating as a general rule. It just wasn't what he was looking for and it left him with dry spells that went on pretty long. Every now and then, like any person, Ryan had his moments of weakness. The tiger was ashamed at how quickly his knees folded. How easy and how good it felt to rub the short fur of his orange cheek against the front of those sweats, feeling that lump hardening all the more because of it.

The thick shoelaces ties of the sweatpants smacked against the pad of his nose as the bull untied them. He pushed them low and let that warm flesh and soft sheath fur rest against Ryan's cheek. His hand made Ryan's skull seem small. The bull wrapped his fingers through the shaggier fur on the tiger's head. He tugged at that hair a little bit and made the tiger rumble. The bull pulled a little rougher when he heard the pleased noise.

"We don't have time for foreplay." The bull stated. Ryan didn't have to look up to know that he was watching. He could practically feel those eyes. "Blow me."

The command had the cat tugging those sweats down further to let those balls flop out and smack against his chin. The rugby player wasn't wearing anything underneath and he'd smack that half hard cock against the tiger's cheek while that tongue raked over balls to sample the bull's flavor and get him growling pleasantly. That cock was long and thick in ways that made Ryan wish for more time. It was still filling out by the time the cat sucked the broad flared head past his muzzle and let it brush over that rough tongue. Each stroke made that cock grow, get thicker and stretch that jaw.

"Good kitty." Ryan growled. It only made the bull laugh, probably losing effect for the way he was lightly pumping his hips to feed inches into that mouth and start to work them down that throat. A man used to his size, who knew how to use it well. Ryan undid his belt and button so he could reach into his cargo shorts and rub his own cock that was already aching.

The bull finally started to use that hand tangled in Ryan's hair. He worked all but the last four inches in before the tiger was trying to pull back. The brute held him there while he struggled a little, hands pushing on those hips.

"Stay calm gorgeous. Just gettin' ya used to it." Ryan finally pulled back, but it was long before his lungs were burning for air. A few longer pumps, testing and trying to get a few more inches in. It wasn't working, but the bull was grunting in his pleasure anyways. Ryan slid his hand around the last little bit that stuck out, to hold for balance as much as to please the bull with a good firm squeeze well timed to his bobbing.

Ryan stroked his own thick cock while he was sucking a little over half with no trouble and the bull was fucking almost all of the rest of it in in almost lazy bursts.

There were a million ways Ryan could have resisted, but he didn't. He just let the big dominant bull fuck his face. The cat couldn't help himself and slid that hand off of that cock to grope those thick thighs and even a handful of that huge ass. The tail would twitch and bounce off of his wrist. The tiger stroked the barb of his cock through that material, and purred.

The bull aggressively tried to bury the last of that cock down Ryan's throat. Trying to press that face further in, closer to that dark sheath but didn't earn any more inches. He fed as much as the tiger could take and just pressed at that limit masterfully for a few seconds at a time before he backed off.

"You're taking this well." The bull barely sounded winded. Ryan knew he was breathing hard, excited and around that cock. "I wasn't completely sure from the way you looked at me, but you've sucked more than a few cocks haven't you." He shifted his foot to press the flat of his forehoof against the tiger's cargo shorts and feel that cock.

"Hard as a rock too, Fag then. I could fuck you right here and you'd just let me wouldn't you?" There was a hunger in his voice that made Ryan moan. That cock tasted so good, felt so good ploughing his throat he wanted those last inches. He sounded so horny and slutty, even to his own rounded ears that Ryan was ashamed.

The bull chuckled and shook his head in disbelief as he drove his hips forward to muffle the moans better. His grip changed to the sides of Ryan's head, both hands now as the rugby player pumped in. The bull's dark eyes showed how he used Ryan, utterly uncaring for anything other than that feeling in those big hairy balls so close to the tiger's chin.

The bull closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He tried to mute his grunts and moans, bit his lip with blunt teeth. It shook the room anyways, and he came while he pounded in, raking that flat spade tip of his cock along the cat's tongue. The salty seed filled his mouth and the bull shoved the rest of his load as far down my throat as he could get it. Ryan could felt it flooding out of his mouth and over his chin to drip onto those cargo pants. The bull rested with that cock in his mouth, those last few inches still not in that muzzle. It took the big black hunk a few minutes to compose himself.

The bull tugged out and stroked himself, looking down at Ryan. He'd untangle his other hand from that slightly longer hair and smirked down. He wiped his cock along the tiger's cheek, leaving a glassy smear across his facial stripes. Ryan felt slime, saliva mixed with seed where that spent tube touched, even all the way down to his skin.

"Looks good on you." He sounded smug and he checked his wristwatch casually and didn't move from the door. "Finish for me." The brute pushed Ryan backward with a hoof and fondled his softening cock idly. Ryan landed on his butt, half laying down, and paused. Ryan was no virgin, but Ryan felt dirtier than he had in my life from just that.

"You're hard as a rock. Stop fighting it." The tiger pushed his pants and briefs down around his thighs and felt cold tiles underneath his rump. He tugged his barbed cock out and started stroking it for the bull's approving eyes. Ryan didn't have lube so he had to lick my palm a few times and let it mingle with the pre. His need made his hand fast. The tiger had already been leaking in his briefs already, so worked up by what the bull had done to him.

The big brute knelt down to reach forward and pushed that blue shirt up. It was easy to tell the tiger was close. The slap to his belly caught Ryan off guard, hard enough to make him grunt out in pain. It stung, and burned like things that left marks always did. Ryan closed his eyes and leaned back on his arms in an attempt to get comfortable and think about his favorite porn to push himself over the edge. Ryan was so close he couldn't stop his hips from bucking into his palm.

The bull pinched Ryan's belly. There wasn't near as much give as it looked like and the bull let out a pleased low before he moved up to tease a nipple. He twisted afterward and Ryan winced and glared, bared his teeth. He let out a quiet pleased low at it. The defiance made the big bovid cock twitch in the man's black hand.

He knelt down, and grabbed Ryans' balls.. fondled them, covered them completely. Right there. Ryan was co-- but the bull eased them down with a tight grip. Ryan balanced on the edge with a twitching cock that wasn't shooting any seed. Ryan's hand stuttered but the pleasure rolled through his entire body and despite the burning in his arm, he couldn't stop. It felt too good. Ryan tightened his fist to really torment the barbs and stroked all the faster while that tingling feeling coursed and rode all the way through that thick body.

The bull held him on the edge for what felt like hours before he finally let go and Ryan's seed catapaulted onto his own face and chin. It stained his shirt and stomach and slopped over his cargos near the button. The tiger roared as it happened and fell back relieved, just laying flat on the floor of that bathroom to deal with the mind shattering relief that erased everything else.

"Clean yourself up before you go back to the meeting." Ryan looked up, and the bull was hard as a rock again but he tucked it up inside his sweats and turned to leave. Just like that, he was gone before the great cat was even trying to stand up.

It had been the most intense anything Ryan had ever done, with no exception. There had been intense sessions before, but nothing quite as raw as this one. He'd never just serviced someone before, not even in the privacy of their own home let alone a public restroom.

If someone told Ryan he'd be so sated from getting so used and so little back before that day, the tiger would have laughed at them. He looked at himself in the mirror, sloppy and used and looking a little concussed. It was true, he'd liked it. The tiger's face washed easily enough but Ryan cussed at the mirror as he tried to wipe the seed out of his shirt. The cargos were easily hidden, but the cum stuck out on the blue in a way any man would know.

Ryan splashed it with water, wiped more and knelt by the high powered blower to dry it. It took another time of washing before it was passable. He raked his hand through that hair and gave it a shake of his head obscure the fact that there'd been hands in it minutes before. It was as good as he was going to get it, so he hurried his ass back to the room.

Nobody batted an eye when Ryan walked in. Ryan was calm and casual enough by the time he was walking back to his seat. The cat had to pass the rugby representative and that big smirk on that broad snout. A glance at the clock said it had been not quite a half hour. Ryan wished that he could have spent the rest of the meeting with the big guy, but it was just like nothing happened as far as the bull was concerned. He didn't even try to talk to him and Noah kept it dull until lunch where over half of the meeting ducked out. Ryan left too, heading to the parking lot in the back.

Ryan had his keys out of his pocket when he saw a big black truck cutting through the parking lot across the many vacant spaces.He didn't recognize it so he kept walking to his jeep even though it was clearly angling toward him. The tiger had an idea of who it could be, and it made his tail lash a bit in anticipation. The bull rolled down his window with a touch of a button.

"Give me your number," He had sunglasses on, and a smirk, a big hank of a forearm hanging out. "In case I get bored."

"I'm Ryan Cross," He rattled off his name and number.

"I don't care." The bull returned neither, though he did take his time to write down the number before he drove off.

It made Ryan scowl. The bravado wasn't nearly as attractive in the daylight. The tiger slammed his gear into the back of his jeep and climbed into the driver's seat.The drive gave him time to think about what happened. The big bull had left bruises and not the good kind. His stomach was still a little reddened, tender to the touch.

It had still been some of the best sex he'd ever had and it'd only been a little bit of oral. Really, that was what made Ryan hate the bull the most.