Xochipilli
A young panther's libido is his own worst enemy, or is it doing him a favor?
This is just something I'm doing whenever I'm bored and horny- I haven't written anything in like... 8 years, so it's a fresh start, basically. Getting a lot of ideas so might break it into chapters, lemme know what you think- constructive criticism welcome because omg I have no idea what I'm doing. Heh, here goes nothing.
[UPDATE] The flash drive I was storing ch. 2 on is corrupted, so I'll have to re-write it when I find the motivation, sorry. I'm already working on another story at least.
Jake. He was a 24-year-old black panther starting his senior year of college. He was just a guy- what else could you say? He wasn't mister popularity, but his small, close circle of friends was worth their weight in gold to him. He didn't have much in the way of extracurriculars, unless you count his avid love of drawing... at least he was damn good at that. Ah well.
At 6-foot-zero, he was svelte; if he squinted his eyes hard enough, he'd have a nice set of abs. Maybe other people would notice if A) he wasn't too modest to take his shirt off in public, and B) he'd use his gym membership more than once a month- instead of just dicking around the internet all day. Although, speaking of dicks, Jake was the worst kind of horn dog. His dick never slept, and his libido was a force to be reckoned with. His sexual track record was olympian; he could cum repeatedly, he'd yiffed dozens of men 'till they came hands-free, his steady oozing precum that let him thrust right into anyone he pleased, that endless stamina and drive of his loins... but his pride was a well-guarded secret, you see- Jake had two sides. His mind, and his dick. The two sides of him rarely acknowledged each other.
At a glance Jake was shy, modest and a bit nerdy, uptight even. Though when he was in the mood, he was a savage Casanova. He must have had 10 different online profiles everywhere from his old teen dating site page, to any number of run-of-the-mill anonymous gay hookup sites. 'By day' he was the mild-mannered wallflower Jake, but 'by night' he'd hit up some random slutty guy on Grindr or something and give them the ride of their lives. When his lust was satisfied he'd brush them off or avoid them like it never happened, sometimes even a bit embarrassed of his sexual escapades. It was like being two different people sometimes, rationally, Jake tried to avoid it by deleting profiles and telling himself 'no', but should he rub against a hot guy on the bus or stumble onto some dirty fanfics, the raging bull of a sex drive took over his mind, and always got what it wanted.
Maybe it was hormones, you know they say men don't stop developing until around 30, right? Sure. Right. He's a growing boy. That's totally, exactly why Jake pounds a different guy every night, and hates himself every morning for lack of sleep and sticky fur. That's totally why he was on his back in the bathroom for an hour and a half with his legs over his head, and his dick in his mouth on that long flight. His dick would not be denied satisfaction; he was just along for the ride. "Just swallow it, shoot in your mouth this time, dammit! You suck guys off all the time... just... do it..." he'd tell himself, but when orgasm came, he was as grossed out at the thought of eating his seed as he always was. Yet it was so tempting in the beginning, so hot, sucking your own dick, drinking your cum... and BAM! As climax came he realized what a terrible mistake he'd made, pulled out of his mouth, and ruined his hair or shirt (again).
He didn't understand it. "Am I a sex addict? Do I have multiple personalities? God, what if I have a brain tumor pushing on whatever controls my sex drive. That would be just my luck." he said in the mirror. Not his mirror though, no, some lion by the screenname of "hung_del_leo88's" bathroom mirror. After another night's conquest, he snuck out of bed while the lion lay collapsed in ecstasy. "I don't even know his name, what if he's a damn axe murderer? I really have no self-control anymore, why do I act like such a fucking idiot when I'm horny" he said wiping the thick globs of seed off his chest. This was the old routine, hookup, bang, and sneak back home with his tail between his legs. You may be thinking, "...but this guy's a stud! What's the problem?" well; when you're getting under 4 hours of sleep for a week, or need to take 3 showers in a 24 hour period, or when you ditch your cousin's wedding to nail the caterer against an alley wall, it starts to get ridiculous.
"A career in porn, maybe?" Absolutely not, Jake blushed under his fur at the passing thought... he was far too modest and self-conscious outside the bedroom, he'd die if anyone he knew recognized him someplace.
His breath began to fog the mirror of what he realized was a rather tastefully-furnished apartment. Hell, he didn't even realize he was in an apartment building until just now, he was too busy groping playing with that lion on the way over to notice. It was all sinking in; he noticed a glow through the wooden blinds, and the distant call of early birds. Morning. Here he was, evaluating his life in the bathroom of a man he was just balls-deep in, yet didn't know the name of, and work started in 3 hours.
Stealthily, he crept back into the bedroom to dress and gather his things. The lion was still out cold, lying on his stomach, Jake's cum still wet on his ass, sheets a crumpled mess on the floor. Jake was so exhausted he barely remembered what happened... he clearly got to top though. It made for the kind of picture Jake would have reblogged in a heartbeat to that 'other' secret blog of his. God, this guy was something else though, all man from top to bottom. His profile pics were those of a model, professionally shot and everything, and even they didn't do him justice. 6'4" and 260lbs of bulging muscle, with a thick 14" cock that far outclassed Jake's own 10" member in size, though his manhood's potency had yet to be rivaled- even by this Adonis incarnate. Hard to believe such an alpha-male would bottom, though Jake did have a certain irrefutably persuasive charm that would manifest itself upon arousal... something about that primal charisma of his could get him any guy he wanted to be his cheap plaything.
It had been 5 minutes and Jake was still gazing at the sleeping god of a man. That firm ass, those powerful arms, and all the cum everywhere, it was like nothing he'd ever had before.
He tried to replay the night in his mind.
It was 7pm, he was in his bedroom online, when the stirring began. His mind began to wander as his pants grew tight, he poured over dozens of profiles; willing men he knew he had the pick of, when he stopped dead in his tracks. "hung_del_leo88". Jake simply stared at the profile, taken aback at the lion's stats. His cover image alone coaxed a drop of pre from Jake's member- the mighty lion spread eagle on his bed, his thick cock frotting a muscular German Shepherd's as they double-penetrated a dragon-wolf hybrid straddling the two. It must've been a screencap from one hell of a porno he was in... Jake's fingers frantically clicked through his gallery as his cock throbbed for release, this guy was the real deal, alright.
"I have to have him."
Jake initiated a video chat, thinking "I don't have a chance with this guy... he's got thousands of friends on here, his inbox must be full to bursting with guys hitting him up..." but to his surprise, the lion responded almost instantly. Given the nature of the hookup website, dialogue was short and to the point. Both furs had given something of a tease show, disrobing on camera and playing with themselves, before long they'd arranged a meeting that same night.
Preferring the anonymity of public places, Jake requested they meet in a local dive bar for a drink. Each knocking a few back, they drifted downstairs to a booth in the vacant lounge for some privacy. They only ever rented this place out for parties, no one would bother them here. Deeply they kissed, Jake's hands ran through the lion's mane, caressing his bulging biceps, down his chiseled abs, until his hands were wrapped around the formidable bulge in his jeans. He fondled himself through his underwear as he pawed and groped the man, slowly unzipping his fly, he wore a black designer jockstrap that left little to the imagination. Before Jake could remove it, the lion's giant shaft flexed on its own accord and easily pushed out of the flimsy garment. All fourteen inches sprung upwards, and Jake could barely wrap a paw around it. With a firm squeeze Jake thought of all the things he could to do him, with that cock... though he'd never been much for bottoming, at least he got to play with such a big dick, and if his cumshot was anything similar in proportion he was in for a bath. "I wanna make you cum so hard," he thought , fondling the giant organ, just then the built lion grunted and buckled his hips a bit, his cock swelled and throbbed and a huge shot of cum squirted out, hitting Jake on the muzzle. Just the one shot, though...
The two both bewildered, stared at each other a moment, the lion's cock still throbbing, yet no more than the single shot of cum erupted forth. With each following contraction a generous amount of precum ran down his shaft. "That... doesn't usually happen. I'm still good to go and all, but maybe you just hit the right spot or something?" the lion said as he wiped the cum from Jake's muzzle, searching himself for excuses. "Why don't we hit my place before this gets any messier? I'd really rather ride you on my bed than on some table here..."
After zipping up, they decided on taking the lion's car back, Jake walked here anyway. He drove a red two-seater sports car from the 60's, in mint condition no less, clearly he had money to spend. "A body like his AND money, some people have everything in life" Jake thought. With no time to loose they pulled into a big parking garage and took an elevator up to his place. The lion somewhat forcefully escorting Jake through his apartment with one hand down the panther's pants as they made their way to the bedroom- squeezing his ass, he was eager to claim his prize.
The lion brought Jake to the foot of his bed, and holding him by the shoulders he planted a deep kiss on him, asserting his dominance before pushing the smaller cat backwards onto the bed. Pulling his shirt of and exposing his bulging physique, he pulled his massive cock up around his waistband before saying "Take your clothes off. Now." quite sternly, and Jake began to oblige his new master. He was clearly the boss, or so he thought.
Fully undressed, the great lion towered over the smaller man, his dick throbbing for conquest as he locked eyes with Jake and let out a deep growl. Jake's own member now dribbling a steady stream of pre as he examined the stud before him, leaving a damp spot on the fine sheets.
Suddenly the lion grabbed Jake's torso and flipped him on his stomach, then propped his ass in the air, giving it a firm slap. He kneeled on the bed behind Jake and grasped his shoulder, pulling the cat back up. Now on his knees, Jake could feel the lion's erection throbbing against his back, right above his tail, as the lion leaned in closer to him.
"You're lucky... I've got a lot of tricks to show you, bitch" he whispered in Jake's ear, and squeezed his arm behind his back.
Ever the dominator, he pushed Jake down on the bed again. Leaning in he pulled Jake's tail up and started rubbing his cockhead against the smaller furs tailhole, sliding it back and forth on his ass and slickening it with precum. Jake let out a moan as his own manhood twitched for release. As hot as it was to be under such a hunk, Jake really wanted to top him, despite being so physically overshadowed.
"No... wait..." Jake tried to moan.
To no avail, the lion began pushing his cock into the smaller fur, Jake squirming in protest.
He began to wince in pain at the sudden, unrelenting intrusion of such a big tool. Something inside him began to awaken in protest.
"Enough!" he snarled. And the lion stopped dead in his tracks.
"Pull it out. Now." Jake said in a monotone voice, his eyes narrowing.
The lion obliged, and without a word stood back up at the foot of his bed. Jake rolled over and stared into the lion's eyes, a rather vacant and bewildered expression on the larger males face.
"Now we do this my way" said Jake, quickly taking the lions wrist and swinging him onto the bed with an unusual, new-found strength. His cock pulsed as he stared him down, knowing he was now in control.
Their eyes locked. "Let's see how you like being the bitch, big man." And with that, the lion gasped. The huge man bucked his hips in the air, moaning and writhing on his bed as he clutched at the sheets, his body shuddered in pleasure. "P... please, take me now, S... Sir, don't be gentle." he quivered- quite the sudden change of tone for the domineering pornstar.
Jake kneeled on the end of the bed in the lion's former position, their roles now totally reversed. With only one hand, Jake grabbed the lion's arm once more. His biceps swelled three times their size as he lifted the bodybuilder up and threw him back down on his stomach. His eyes were narrow and cold as he glared down on his new prey, his own body shuddering as it began to flex and transform of its own accord. His shoulders broadened, arms swelled and tightened, back cracked and added a few inches to his height, his measly flat stomach clenched as his abs bulged beneath his skin, his physique was beginning to rival the lion's. Nothing so impossible as this ever happened during one of Jake's hookups, but his increasingly square-jawed face of stone showed no trace of care or notice.
As his body sped through what would have taken years of gym labor in seconds, his groin was ready to do its part too. Between thighs like tree trunks, his balls lowered and inflated. Once smaller than his fist, they were now each like ripe plums and continued to grow. His cock, bouncing and eager to fuck, fattened to twice its girth and stood out from 10 to now 13 inches and climbing.
The lion needed no persuading and lifted his rump in the air towards Jake's cock, with his tail high in the air, moaning and desperate to be used. Jake grasped the lion's ass and spread it apart with one hand, his other pointed his cock to the hole. As Jake's tip hovered near the man's entrance, his cock contracted violently. Bursts of precum shot like a climax, over and over, and drenched his cock and the lion's ass in his lube.
Jake pressed his slick cock with unusual ease into the male's ass, sliding it in to the hilt. The lion gasped in ecstasy, his dick dribbling its own pre over his increasingly sweaty sheets. It's like he never needed to be filled so completely, so agonizingly, in his life. His mind was a fog of pleasure as Jake started humping hard, something in him had its own agenda... his prostate enlarged as Jake's cock glid back and forth in the tight hole, wracking his mind with a pleasure unknown to him. The alpha stud's thoughts betrayed him, he... he...needed this, to serve his master's mighty cock. He wanted nothing more than to be filled with the black cat's seed for the rest of his life, to be owned and used like the whore he was... but, but this wasn't him! It's couldn't be! His dick knew sexual conquest professionally, he was the king, and a hundred others had fallen to his masculine prowess, giving themselves to him as playthings of flesh in droves... His memories of topping exclusively faded in unbridled bliss, his body was no longer that of a dominator. Jake owned him, and his body, as if shouting over his weakening rational thoughts, told him this is what he wanted.
His Lothario pretense finally gave way. The feeling of pleasure was getting stronger and stronger. Somehow Jake's cock felt bigger and bigger with each passing thrust, and in fact it was... The brawny lion felt tighter and tighter as Jake's member stretched itself out unnaturally. Jake's balls were each the size of grapefruits, and his shaft reached a mighty 22 inches deep into his new sextoy. The lion's body somehow kept stretching to accommodate the colossal organ, but was reaching its limits. Jake's penetration was deep and thorough, almost removing his entire length with each thrust. Soon his bucking intensified, cock swollen to bursting, he bit down on the lion's neck and held him in place as he thrust in balls deep. His new physique easily pinning down the huge stud, his cock finally earned its release. Deep in the male, Jake's cock erupted in a torrent of cum, shot after shot of the hot wet seed pounded in the lion's ass. Soon he could hold it no longer, and the creamy milk began spurting out his hole and ran down their balls. The pressure was absurd, cum began bursting onto the bed, onto Jake's torso and the lion's back. He couldn't hold back anymore, and the submissive male's hips started thrusting what little they could in his pinned position. Squirting twice as much as he usually did, the lion came in tandem with the panther, ropes of semen coating his chest and bed, though as his orgasm subsided, Jake's continued. It must have been a liter-and-a-half of cum that Jake spilled on the two of them, not counting the seed he pumped in the lion already.
The room reeked of the sweet musk of men and sex. Jake let out a deep grunt and slowly dozed off on top of the male, cock still hard inside him.
Hours later Jake awoke. He slowly gained his bearings as he felt the lion's back under his chest. The smaller male began to prop himself up, and his limp 10-inch cock lazily flopped out of the lion's ass. Momentarily alarmed at the warm sensation all over his crotch, Jake looked down to see an absurd amount of semen flow out of the lion and onto the two of them.
There looked like there was 20 cumshots worth of jizz in this guy... "Did we have an orgy?" he thought, _"...and was I the last one to finish!?"_Jake's head hurt, his memory was foggy... though he could vaguely remember looking down at a huge dick pounding this guy's ass. By the looks of that tool, was there a horse involved? Though oddly enough he recalled it from his perspective...
He looked at the clock and sighed. 5:45am. This frigging nonsense was going to make him a zombie at work today. He began to head to the bathroom, but something tingled in him... maybe he could have some more fun with this guy in the future, and next time he'd be sober enough to remember the ride. If it took this much out of him, maybe a regular fuck buddy could keep his urges safely in check. Quickly and quietly, Jake fished a calling card out of his wallet and wrote his hookup profile's screen name on the back of it.
"Xochipilli"
Xochipilli, a pseudonym he always used online, as far back as he could remember. Something that caught his eye in a history book once that instantly clicked with him, but he couldn't remember why he was so fond of it.
Jake headed toward the bathroom, eager to get on his way without waking the sleeping giant.