Phil and James: Cubluverz.com
#13 of Phil and James
Phil padded into the second bedroom, which doubled as a study, and sat down in the office chair in front of the desk. He couldn't help but give his sheath-bulge a couple squeezes as he heard the muffled, high pitched grunts from the other room. He murred softly and typed his password into the computer. He was half tempted to go and take a picture of his captive, to replace the plain-blue default background, but decided against it for the moment.
The leopard opened chrome and began to type in the name of his third--only a certain bed inhabited by a squirming blue poofball, and the various bodies of water dotting the earth, beating it out for spots one and two, respectively--favourite place on the planet, and the site that should rightfully be his home-page: cubluverz.com. Featured on such channels as FNN and FSNBC, the barely legal site has been kept alive only by the members' unwillingness to post anything explicitly illegal, out of their mutual love for the site itself. Phil went into his account settings and changed his relationship status to "crushing" as a satisfied smiled crossed his face.
There wasn't much on the forum that night; "when should I tell my special friend I love him?", "boxers or boxerbriefs?" (boxerbriefs, obviously), and other such nonsense. As he was typing his thoughts on why diapers can compete with all three forms of undergarments, however, he was startled by a soft *ring* coming from the speakers. He had first spoken to "Tigger247" a few months ago. They lived in neighbouring towns, and became fast friends, even meeting a month later; nothing unseemly--that came later. Just a casual get-together. And a chance for Phil's Private Investigator to get on the white tiger's trail, so as to make sure he wasn't meeting with an undercover cop.
Of course, the background check was clean, and the pair nearly suffocated from the extended laughing fit they shared after Tim the Tiger shared similar results from his own investigation.The two had been friends ever since, having once again met just last week, in fact, for a few drinks and some over-the-clothing gropes. And who was he kidding? Friend or otherwise, he needed to brag to someone or he was going to explode. "Got a boyfriend, do we?" as Phil, or "RubberLep" as he was known, looked at the words on the screen, he could almost hear teasing emphasis on the syllable "boy." "Mebs ;)" he replied, before continuing to type his post. 'Well? Don't leave me hanging!". Phil blushed and dragged the conversation into it's own window, so as to continue chatting as he waged his debate in the trenches of the underwear thread.
"7, M, Fox, Blue." his boxerbriefs were starting to feel a little tight as he heard the soft whining and whimpering in the adjacent room. "Blue? Won't his parents notice the full-body fur-dyeing? XD" Phil chuckled as he submitted his post, allowing him to give his full attention to his friend. "Not FULLLL body. He's still got a nice little red rocket. ;)" he could almost feel the other feline's jaw hit the ground from 80 miles away. "Woah... so you guys have...?" Phil tried to type with one hand as he teased his tent, a small wet patch of pre-cum dotting the front. "Everything except the cherry. Fuck, I'm pretty hard! x3".
"Any chance you wanna share?" Phil blushed at the forwardness of the tiger, though the idea did send shocks of pleasure up and down his hardening length. "Not my choice. Up to him, but I'll let you know." It was hard not to start pawing then and there, but the leopard showed restraint, for the sake of giving his boy a big load. "May have a boy soon, too. Double date would be nice." Phil churred softly. "Student?" Tim was an elementary school gym teacher; perfect job for a cub lover. Well, almost perfect. He got to see the boys in their underwear, but could never get enough time alone with a cub to do much about it. "Yup. Little wolf pup. Could give you a hummer while we watch them make out... ;)" Phil grunted and arched his back as he felt his cock squeeze out another rope of sticky pre. "Mmm... yeah..." He shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. "Maybe... tie them to opposite chairs, flip on the milker, and punish whoever cums first?"
"Maybe... but gotta go to bed. TTYL." In truth, Phil was simply too horny to continue the conversation without ruining the special gift he had brewing for the kit. "Fiiiiine. Also, Jock straps eat boxers and boxerbriefs for breakfast and shit out diapers and tighty-whiteys. ;)" The leopard let out the approximate combination of a chuckle and a growl as Tigger247 signed off before Phil could write a proper retort. He sighed and logged off the computer, before going to join his kit in bed. The boy had passed out, and not too long ago, based on the sparse twitches of his legs. Phil smiled and climbed into his favourite place on earth.