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Bathed in the anonymity of a dark room, and the excitement of a having strange new lover, Trent stood, naked before Rill. Both paws were placed behind his head, while his hips rolled sinuously with the feline's eager suckling on his maleness. Watching his muscles flex and ripple beneath his fur, he fancied himself the perfect portrait of male sensuality, almost god-like-- standing before a smaller, submissive male, while he let all of his thoughts and cares wash away, save the incredible pleasure that rippled though him.

It was his favorite position to take during oral sex, for it heightened his sense of power. He didn't have to touch himself; he could simply let the needy mouth take care of his sex, and bring him to his peak solely by the lust and desire of its owner. More than anything, he was aroused by the power he felt over Rill, and the entire situation around him.

Rill was inexperienced, and that was obvious, for occasionally he would drag his teeth over the top or the bottom of the cock as he slid it into his mouth. Trent didn't mind, however, as he knew that he was receiving one of the cat's first blowjobs. Warmth flowed up within his shaft, and he dripped precum onto Rill's

tongue several times while the smooth, enveloping mouth squeezed and sucked on him. The tongue caressed his member deliciously as the feline swallowed the spicy juice down."Yes," Trent whispered, looking down at himself, watching the feline muzzle gulp down his pink cock. "Ahhhh that's it... Suck me, cat."Rill, kneeling before Trent, felt the same intensity, but of a different emotion. He did not feel power, and he did not feel god-like. What brought him such deep gratification was amazement. Pressing his nose into Trent's groin, he impaled himself upon the wet, thick cock, taking into him the root ofTrent's sexuality. The fox was an enigma to him, very sure of himself, so sure, in fact, that he seemed perfect, totally flawless.His heart raced as he took the shaft as far back as it could go, just enough to swallow it, almost to the hilt. Some slipped into his throat, bringing him the delightful and terrifying sensation of being invaded as he adjusted his breathing. An occasional moan came from the chiseled body above him, and the soft suckling noises he was making filled his ears.

"This is perfect," he told himself silently. It was a real man's cock, a beautiful treasure, which deserved his most loving attention. He pulled off of it, letting his tongue slide over the underside, and ran his wet lips over it, kissing all along the hard, rubbery surface. As he kissed lower, once again placing his lips on the vulpine balls, Trent groaned with his deep, melodic voice. Distantly, he heard the fox's breathing becoming quicker, and the subtle jerking of his hips was becoming more pronounced.

"T-touch me," came the voice again. "Take me in your hand and lick my fucking balls." His voice lacked much strength, though it was heavy with lust.

Rill quickly reached up and cupped the shaft in his fingers. It was slippery with his saliva, and delightful to caress, as it slid easily over his palm. He ran his hand up and down the hard shaft, while he pressed his nose to the side of Trent's furry scrotum. The scent was very strong there, and he was grateful to be so close to it again. He tilted his head upward, and licked behind the tender orbs, where the fur was very thin and silky. The heavy roundness of Trent's furry spheres rested on his textured tongue.

Though he had little experience with suckling other males, he knew how to use his hands remarkably well. His dexterous fingers manipulated Trent's cock, rubbing up and down, twisting the tender flesh back and forth over the swelling maleness. Pausing to swirl his moist thumb around the head, he toyed with the slit, prodding at it, and squeezing the shaft again. He took his time, and was very, very gentle with his gorgeous vulpine lover, cherishing every taste, scent, and sound.

As he stroked Trent's cock the fox began to tense up. Suddenly, he placed his hands on his hips, and thrust into Rill's hand. "Ohhh God... oh fuck I'm cumming... I'm cumming... I'm CUMming," he whispered quickly.

Instinctively, the cat took his mouth from the fox's balls, and let his muzzle hover over the shaft. He hesitated for just a moment, as he could feel the shaft throbbing and jerking in his grasp. A thick shot of hot seed fired out of the tip, making a messy white splatter on his lips. Another one followed immediately, drenching the front of his muzzle in the sticky cum. He engulfed the twitching penis, wincing a little as more of the male juice shot into his mouth. It was a very new experience for him, completely overwhelming, but it was incredibly hot, feeling the cock spurting the salty stuff onto his tongue.

Trent groaned, and released himself into the cat. His mind reeled with a thousand lustful thoughts-- of taking the young cat's muzzle, giving him what was probably his first taste of a man's seed, of being powerful, on top, of doing anything he wanted, free to fuck anything and anyone he wanted.

Rill placed his tongue along the bottom of the shaft, and he held it until it lay still within him. He held it there for a few moments, as the semen pooled in his mouth. Carefully he pulled back, releasing the prick, keeping his lips sealed around it so he didn't spill the liquid back onto it. He held the warm, spicy cum in his mouth, very reluctant to swallow it; he had never done such a thing before. He wanted to spit it out, but as he gave it some thought and realized where it had come from, that it was beautiful, perfect Trent's gift to him, he gulped it down, with a feeling of mild revulsion.

Trent's lithe, grey body trembled slightly. He stretched out his arms, and rose up onto his toes, sighing happily. "Mmmmurrr, that was delightful," he said softly.

Gazing up adoringly at him, Rill smiled, his lips, nosepad, and chin still covered with the sticky mess. "It was okay?", he asked, sounding hopeful.

Trent sat down heavily on the couch, and smiled at Rill, "It certainly wasn't too bad for a beginner." As he looked more closely at the feline and his wet muzzle, his eyes reflected some amusement. "You seem to have gotten some on yourself. Here, let's get you cleaned off," Trent said, with a gentle, 'big brother' sort of tone. He leaned forward slightly, and began to lap over the glistening feline lips, cleaning them of the white, salty cum they were spattered with. His hands came to rest gently on the feline's cheeks, and held him in place.

As he cleaned off Rill's mouth, tasting his seed, he felt the tender surge of afterglow sprout in his heart. It felt good, sometimes, to feel affection for his partners, even if it was only temporary. He knew his licking was arousing the cat even moreso than he already was, and gradually his licking turned into kisses, very slow, deep kisses that brought their bodies closer.

For a moment, Trent decided he could care for Rill... at least until he got tired of him and went to look for someone else.

* * *

Galinn and Steven lay together on the bed, lupine eyes gazing up into feline ones. They were quiet for a few moments, simply enjoying the silence between them.

Steven slid his hands around the wolf's waist, and squeezed him gently. He thought of the way they'd met, and the distict contrasts in their mannerisms. Galinn was so different, but he had the same goal-- to feel good, and share good feelings with someone. They were both searching for the truth, even among the intense pleasures of sexual coupling. He felt more comfortable with his new friend than many others he'd been with. Their method sure as hell seemed to beat the "hump 'em and dump 'em" approach he'd been subjected to in the past.

Gradually he let his fingers slip under the waistband of Galinn's jeans, running his fingers over the strong physique, into the warmth trapped within his pants. He smiled his usual, serene smile.

"Why not take these off?" he asked, pressing his hands out at the blue jeans, and tilting his head slightly, looking into the wolf's blue eyes.

Galinn chuckled. "Yeah, but what about all that leather you got strapped on?"

He pressed his hands onto the bed and lifted himself up slightly, while the leopard slid the denim slowly down his hips.

"Oh, all of this will come off in time," Steven responded. He took Galinn's briefs down with his jeans, pulling the fabric over the wolf's gorgeous muscular legs, down past his knees. Bending down slightly, he nuzzled at one of the round, strong brown-furred calves, kissing it lightly. If Galinn didn't work out, or run a hell of a lot, then he must have had a natural muscle tone.

The pants and underwear were bunched at Galinn's ankles, and he slid his large feet out of them, kicking them off of the bed. Steven simply knelt by the wolf's legs, looking over his nude body, struck by how handsome he really was.

He was distracted only as Galinn spoke to him again. With a grin, he said, "Take yer time getting it off... it looks good on ya."

It took a few seconds to realize he was talking about the leather clothing. Steven looked down at himself-- gleaming black pants, and a black jacket with nine hundred zippers and a slightly upturned collar. He was proud of his outfit. "Thank you," he said, rendered mildly speechless at the compliment.

"'Specially the jacket," Galinn continued, and nodded once.

Steven cocked his head at his friend, and smiled as a very potent image flashed through his mind. He shrugged out of the leather jacket, letting it fall off his shoulders as he had done downstairs. Slipping his arms out of it, he pulled the mass of darkness and silver into his lap.

"Sit up," he said softly, giving his lupine friend a knowing look.

Galinn complied, scooting back a bit, and sitting up. Steven picked up the jacket and slid it over the wolf's broad shoulders, resting his hands on either side of his neck. He crawled closer to Galinn, and spoke softly. "Put this on... I think it would good on you as well."

Not breaking eye contact with the feline, Galinn slid his arms into the smooth, warm sleeves. The jacket fit him quite well. Turning his muzzle down slightly he sniffed at the collar, only to be rewarded with the thick, wonderful aroma of leather, mixed with the unmistakable masculine scent of Steven's body.

"Aww, man," he said softly, gazing up at his leopard lover. "I can smell you in here." His voice was rather low and light, masked slightly with the tension of the desire he felt.

He slid his legs out from underneath Steven's, and curled them under his body, kneeling before the feline, facing him. He slid his hands over Steven's hips, and rested his now leather-clad arms on his waist.

The leopard smiled, facing the wolf, and slid his hands inside the jacket, feeling over the strong, warm body. Just as he had expected the leather made Galinn look incredibly sexy. It didn't match the backwards hat, but it was still gorgeous, and enhanced is aggressive persona.

Galinn shivered at the gentle touch of the fingertips on his body.

"C'mere," he said, wrapping his arms around Steven's meshed upper body. They clasped to one another, without hesitation, in a strong, firm hug. Galinn nuzzled at Steven's neck and inhaled deeply, drawing in his friend's scent. It was so much more potent coming directly from the source, and he felt a deep, heady rush as he drowned in it. "You smell so good..." he whispered.

Tightly he pressed himself to his new friend, half-naked, feeling the smooth leather pants rub over his fur. As he slid one leg between Steven's, he felt a firm bulge in those pants, a length of hard maleness straining to get out. It pressed along his thigh, and throbbed slightly.

Reluctantly pulling out of the embrace, Galinn glanced down at the bed. "Lay down man, an' stretch out for me," he said softly. The heat was tangible between them, like electricity running through their every nerve, making their movements hasty and needful. He pressed his parted lips to Galinn's and they kissed lightly. Steven responded to that quickly, sliding his tongue out, tasting the wolf's sweet mouth again. Without breaking the liplock, they turned together, and Steven lay back on the bed, placing his hands behind his head, while Galinn leaned down over him.

As the big wolf slid out of the kiss, the leopard whispered up to him, "Alright, now you have me, Galinn."

Backing up slowly on the bed, just as his feline friend had, Galinn let his hands roam over Steven, exploring his chest, then down over the smooth, shiny leather pants. The material was luxurious and slick under his fingers, and it squeaked lightly at the leopard shifted within them. Galinn looked into Steven's eyes. "I knew you'd make one hot fuck..."

Steven groaned softly. He loved leather, and when someone else treated it with such care, and spent time touching it, it turned him on wildly. Extended from his sheath, a rock-hard erection pulsed, a visible swelling in the dark material. "God, Galinn, you are incredible."

The wolf slowly lowered his muzzle, until his lips touched the tip of Steven's left boot. His boots were black, military-style. Galinn kissed and licked slowly over the toe of the boot, leaving it shiny and wet. Moving up to the ankle, he continued to lap softly, watching as the feline's eyes widened in surprise.

His nose ran over the leg of the leopard's black leather pants. He nuzzled at Steven's calf, and began licking over the glistening smoothness with his big, pink tongue. The leather tasted odd, but it smelled wonderful. He believed Steven wore them often, for they held his scent, just as the jacket did.

Working his tongue artfully up the leopard's leg, he kissed over each shiny curve and crevasse, moving to his inner thigh, gradually approaching the bulging crotch.

The experience was nearly overwhelming for Steven. He hadn't expected Galinn to go so wild over his clothing. Giving the coat to him, and seeing it on the wolf's broad shoulders satisfied a part of his fetish, but laying there in his favorite outfit, squirming in the impossibly sleek, tight pants, toes curling in his boots, while his shaft begged for release, brought its own intensity. He could feel the pressure from the lupine tongue on his leg, while fingers firmly gripped at him, rubbing over his warm tortured body.

He propped himself up on his elbows, watching, desperate for the release of his building lust. The wolf placed a large, firm hand on his groin, finding his shaft exactly as it was positioned, and squeezed it. At this, Steven could wait no longer. He hurriedly reached down and unfastened his pants, not taking the time to slip them off. "Make me cum, Galinn," he whispered huskily, pulling his pants open, and hastily tugging out his hard, thick shaft.

Galinn paused to enjoy the little show, realizing just how much he had excited his partner. In a way it was extremely satisfying to know he had made Steven so hot. He was also dying, however, to get his mouth around the seven inch pink shaft that slid into the open at the leopard's eager hand. Steven gripped the mattress, and tilted his head back, hissing softly, while Galinn slid close to the cock, kissing it at its base. Unlike his own, the feline's penis was slightly more evolved, and appeared smooth, without the typical feline spines. He buried his nose under the base of the shaft, right on Steven's furry balls, and inhaled, groaning as he whiffed the intense male scent of the leopard, trapped there in his pants, along with the leather itself. He parted his lips, licked over Steven's balls, and then got to work on the shaft.

The thick musky scent of a male always gave him pleasure, but along with leather, it intoxicated him. He kissed the base of Steven's cock, and slowly ran his lips along it, enjoying for a moment simply the feel of such a thing next to his mouth. As he reached the tip, he kissed right on the slit, and teased at it with his tonguetip for a bit, prodding at the small opening, then swirling his large tongue around the entire head, bathing it in his warm muzzle. Then he flicked at it a little, brushing lightly over the cocktip.

Steven groaned in deep pleasure, and lay back on the bed, while the wolf teased his shaft, giving him incredible pleasure. The mouth slowly enveloped his maleness, taking first the head in, and then slowly, inch by inch, the entire length of it. Galinn's mouth proved to be very slick, and his tongue, being lupine, was smooth, and yielding. The underside of his rod ran over that smooth tongue time and again, as Galinn slowly began to withdraw and engulf him in a building rhythm. The wolf was so blatantly male, and so gorgeous, and he delighted in pleasuring him.

He twisted where he lay, sliding one booted foot up the bed, bending his knee. Using that foot, he pushed himself slightly off the bed, surging forward gently into the long muzzle.

Galinn backed off, freeing his mouth to speak. "So you wanna fuck my mouth?" he asked, looking up at the leopard, who lay, tortured with pleasure, on his back. "Get up, on your knees, face the pillow..."

Without any objection Steven sat up, and knelt, placing his hands on the headboard of the bed. Galinn slid between his legs, laying on his back with his head propped up on the pillow. Sliding his paws over the leopard's leather-clad rump, he pressed on the firm, round buttocks, urging him forward, until the feline cocktip slid past his lips, and into his wolven muzzle.

"MmmmmmMMmmmmmmph," Galinn moaned in appreciation, as the big, smooth cock slid all the way into his mouth, filling him up with a hot, throbbing warmth. He swirled his head a bit, rubbing as much of the soft, velvety surface of his mouth over the tender shaft as he could. Against his palms, he could feel Steven's round ass flexing and firming as the leopard began face-fucking him slowly and gently. The leather felt smooth, and clung tightly to the feline's rump, making rhythmical creaking sounds as his hips worked forward and back.

Steven's hands held the backboard firmly, while his head hung below his broad shoulders, and he groaned, thrusting himself into the eager mouth that was so willing to please. For what seemed like hours he knelt there, softly pistoning himself in and out of Galinn, while the wolf simply suckled on him, and used his tongue. The smooth surface of the lupine tongue was perfect pleasure/torture for him. Galinn's tongue rolled, rippled, and slurped at the underside of his cock tirelessly, using the narrow jaw to his advantage, to pleasure its entire length. As the cock was withdrawn and driven in, he simply continued to tease at whatever was within reach, relishing not only the feel of the shaft, but also the firm butt and the leather in his palms.

The aroma of male musk grew stronger, as pressure began to build within Steven. He could feel his pleasure mounting, the sensations slowly working up to a climax. "Uhnnn... Galinn, I am... close," he murmured through sharp, gritted teeth.

Taking that as his queue, Galinn grasped the leopard's ass with one paw, and tickled at his tailbase with the other. He pressed the feline forward, and became very aggressive, sliding down on the pulsing rod, milking it hungrily. He let out a hearty growl, and his tongue swathed rapidly over it.

Steven gasped at the new, intense stimulation, and it pushed him past the point of no return. Gripping the headboard tightly, he suddenly felt aware of every part of his body, from the tight mesh shirt that clung to his chest and around his body, to the hip-hugging leather pants that ran down his legs, and the big black boots. The feeling of cumming while he was clothed had always been exciting for him. He writhed around in his tight clothes, feeling them slide over him, as the tingling heat ran up his cockshaft, and the incredible release took over as he began shooting his thick load into Galinn's gulping muzzle.

It seemed never to end, the stream of his seed, blasting out intothe wolf's mouth. His shaft became so sensitive, and he was so acutely aware of his body as he came. He could not stop jerking himself forward and fucking as his climax took control from him; he simply let go, and rode the beautiful wolfman below him. The large, strong hand on his rump held him tightly, but did not restrict him. His rapid twitching slowed a bit, until he was drained completely of his jism. He slid out hesitantly, letting the cool air hit his wet, glistening shaft once again.

For a moment Steven was paralyzed. He held as still as he could, looking down at Galinn through slitted eyes, while Galinn returned his gaze, looking up at him and kissing tenderly along the shrinking cock.

Gradually the euphoria from his orgasm wore off, and settled into a much more subtle one. He crawled back, and lay down (collapsed) next to Galinn, half on top of him, with one arm over the wolf's bare chest. His feline muzzle hovered over the dark wolf's, and he whispered, "You are so beautiful." It was a very afterglowy sort of thing to say, he knew, but he meant it.

Galinn kissed his lips softly, and then again. He smilied, and whispered, "Yeah, an' you're hot yourself." They chuckled together, and shared a tender silence, simply gazing at one another, in mutual satisfaction after such great sex.

Steven nuzzled Galinn's neck, and relaxed, laying down on the muscular body. As he inhaled, he could taste the scent of the leather, mixed with his own, and Galinn's. The combined smells made his head swim for a moment. They mingled together, wolf, leopard, and leather, setting off an exciting union. For the moment, he simply enjoyed the idea of being with the wolf, for a short time one with him, even if only symbolically. He slid a hand over Galinn's chest, and into the warm jacket, snuggling close to him.

"You give great head," the wolf whispered down to him, licking one of his ears.

Steven grinned. "So do you."

"Thanks." A pause, and then, "Hey man... don't fall asleep down there, okay? I was kinda hopin' we could get to s'more stuff before we get kicked outta here."

Feeling a bit of mischief, Steven reached down and ran a finger down Galinn's furry sheath. "Even felines need to pause. I plan to wear you out before the night is through."

Galinn simply groaned. "Ohh yeah, if that's a pause, then make sure ya get nice and rested."