Phil and James: Meat Sauce
#11 of Phil and James
Phil flipped the bass fillets, causing a loud sizzling and a puff of steam to emit from the grill. Your average fisherman tends to dislike divers. They say that they scare away the fish. But quite the opposite is true, in fact. Fish seem to be curious of the strange new visitors entering their home, and swim quite close to catch a quick peek. Close enough for a nimble snow leopard to drive a hook into their cheek and drag them to the surface, much to the amazement of younger, more inexperienced vulpine swimmers. The leopard sighed contentedly as he tended the BBQ. "How's that salad going, pup?"
He was somewhat surprised as little arms wrapped themselves around his abs from behind. He smiled as he recognized the blue furred arms embracing him and looked over his shoulder at the young fox, who was smiling back at him sweetly. "Done, sir."
"That's my boy." Phil closed the grill and set his utensils aside, before turning down the gas on the grill. "Low and slow" as his own instructor had taught him all those years ago. He turned around and placed his paws on the pup's furred sides, their wetsuits now hanging at their waists, and leaned in, locking his lips with those of his protege's. These last few hours had been better than the majority of his adult life, and they were only getting started. He lowered his paws and gently gripped James' tight rubber butt, squeezing it softly and eliciting a moan from the kit who, in turn, adjusted his paws to gently kneed the front of his master's wetsuit. Phil grunted and gently bucked his hips, grinding into the boy's paws.
James broke the kiss and winced uncomfortably "Ahh... are you sure I've gotta have this chastity device on? It hurts." Phil smiled and licked his nose, his pup's desperation causing him to tent. "I'll tell you what... tomorrow, I'll take it off for the dive. I've always wanted to try fooling around underwater." James blushed and ear-drooped submissively, before nodding. "But there is one matter we have to attend to..." Phil flipped his fingers under the waist of his wetsuit and slowly pulled it down to his feet, before stepping out, standing nude before his pup, his cock pointing proudly at it's victim. "Show me what you did in the bathroom again."
James only blushed brighter, before pulling a chair over and sitting down, the feline meat at eye level. He slowly extended a paw and gripped the base, feeling it over with his soft paw-pads, causing Phil to sigh and stretch his back with a loud crack. James smiled slightly and slowly dragged his paw up across his length to the sensitive tip, and then back to the base, causing it to twitch ever so slightly. "Mmmm... that's my boy..." Phil gently placed his paw on the boys head-fur and scritched him, earning a slightly faster rhythm. James reached his free paw out to cup his master's fuzzy sack, his gentle rubs eliciting a soft purr from James, who had to grip the table beside them to avoid keeling over.
"Give... give it a few licks..." The kit blushed and leaned forward, lapping at the oozing tip before him. Phil bucked forward a little, forcing his tip into the boy's mouth, who began suckling as his stroking increased. Phil stroked James' face, causing him to churr and wag softly between grunts as his cock strained against its prison. His pup's need only increased his arousal as he spurted a rather large wad of pre-cum across the kit's tongue. James swallowed it greedily, continuing to milk his Sir with long, quick strokes.
Phil felt that familiar feeling growing behind his cock, which began to twitch and flex in the young boy's paws and lips. He leaned down and spit on the center of his length. James blushed and rubbed the slick liquid up and down it, lubing it up as he stroked faster and faster. His paw felt like it was going to fall off. But he didn't care. He wanted to please his love. Suddenly, Phil pulled back, leaving the kit empty-handed and somewhat sad. He held a finger up at the boy, as though to say "Just a moment", and walked over to the grill, his dick bobbing up and down with each step. The leopard lifted the lid and placed the fillets on a pair of plates, before bringing them back to the table, setting them down next to each other.
James blinked, somewhat confused, and reached for the fork. "Puuup... don't you think that needs a little sauce?" The kit looked up to see his master's cock pointed directly at his plate, the feline stroking it slowly. He grabbed James' paw and placed it on his length. James tail-wagged softly and returned to his previous speed, quickly bringing him back to the edge. "Ungh... both paws, pup..." James blushed and gripped it with both paws, jacking his Sir off and causing the older male to purr loudly as he leaned on the table. At first, only a few drops of pre-cum splattered on the plate below. After a moment, however, the feline grunted between gritted teeth. The 8 inches of kitty cock twitched and swelled in the boy's paws, releasing a torrent of bitter, musky liquid onto the boy's dish. The "fillet" looked more like a thick chowder as Phil fell back onto the adjacent chair, struggling to catch his breath. James smiled at him, and he smiled back. "Bon... Bon appetit... pup..."