Chapter 2
When the Malayan tiger woke next to his fox and allowed his heavy eyes to adjust to the room, not the darkness but the brightness of the red alarm clock on the bedside, he was disappointed to realize he'd only managed to sleep until the quiet, dead hour of three in the morning. It wasn't his bladder that woke him up but his stomach. It rumbled like a low purr as he untangled himself carefully from his boyfriend. He looked a lot smaller than he was when he was curled up like he was and it wasn't too difficult to ease his arm out from underneath the fox's slender appendage and his leg from between the smaller two.
John was out of the large bedroom in a few strides and on his way to the kitchen. He didn't bother closing the door; it hadn't been closed the entire weekend. He was in Kyle's house this time, not his own. It was much larger, but he wouldn't call it a mansion. That didn't mean it wasn't nice. The fox's parents both had jobs decent enough to land them a house in what was more or less the 'rich district' of town. The older foxes were out of town almost every other weekend so John made it a habit to sleep with Kyle on those nights.
The kitchen was roomy and the fridge was larger than three foxes needed, but for a tiger he felt it was just about the right size. Everything was neatly organized. Meats on this shelf, cold cuts here, fruits over there. It looked like a miniature supermarket, perfectly stocked and ready to be destroyed by a tiger's appetite. The cool breeze felt nice on his naked belly, too. He settled on a hunk of Salami that he had to cut himself, a little guilty pleasure of the tiger's that he was glad the vulpine patriarch also enjoyed, and he settled his naked butt on a softly creaking leather couch as he plopped his treat into his mouth. His phone was on the coffee table and he lifted it, dimming the screen almost all the way with a quick slide of his finger. He had a text message from a local number.
A tap revealed the message in its entirety.
"You are beautiful like rays of sunshine in a cold, dark closet. I saw you yesterday and my heart skipped a beat. I don't know if you're into men, but if you are I'd like to take you on a date. If you're not, I'd at least like to explore your hooded cock a little bit. I don't mind paying for our date, I'll even pick you up if you don't feel like wasting gas. Let me know! You're a very pretty kitty and I'd like to see those stripes again."
-Greg, English Class
John wasn't quite sure what to think as he read the message again. Who was Greg? How did he even get his phone number? Okay, he could have probably asked around and gotten the number easy enough, it wasn't like it was a coveted secret, but the message did feel a little bit creepy to him. There was something else too that he hadn't noticed at first. An attachment that hadn't preloaded. He tapped it with his finger and waited for the loading circle to finish, and when it did he swallowed the meat in his mouth.
John knew a dick when he saw one, but it wasn't every day when he saw one so large and fat and veiny. The hand that held the angry red rocket could have easily squeezed the knot and its twin could have covered less than half of the protruding shaft. It was, in a very real sense of the word, a monster of an appendage. How could anyone enjoy sitting on that? It made the softie between his legs feel a little smaller just looking at it. John wasn't insecure about his size at all and considered himself to be large at seven inches from his last measure and Kyle's cock wasn't that much shorter, but the cock on screen was easily big enough to eclipse his own.
"Whose dick is that?" asked a groggy fox which made the tiger jump halfway out of his skin. His ass left the couch and plopped back down again when he let out a soft sigh.
"Fuck you're light on your feet. Says he's a wolf in my English class. Said I was...pretty, and that he wanted to either date or suck my dick if I wasn't gay."
He chuckled a little as he finished and the fox grinned at him as he sat down and reached between the thick orange and white thighs to squeeze the base of the tiger's cock. When he was soft it was short enough that the fox could squeeze it and only have the head poking out of his fist, but it was still almost as fat as it was when it was hard.
"This dick? But this is my dick."
The fox put on his best pouty face. His bottom lip poked out while his ears splayed backward and his eyes got wide like he was a begging cat. The tiger laughed and patted at his head, hooking a claw underneath one of those ears to tease it in a way that made his boyfriend flinch away from it and let go of his dick. Kyle gently took the phone from John's hand to read the message, then he tapped the picture to let it fill the screen and he winced, having the same thoughts the tiger had earlier from the look on his face.
"It looks like you've got a really big, not so secret admirer..."
Then he grinned and was tapping quickly at the screen, soft clicks filling the air as the tiger's brow furrowed.
"What are you doing?"
"Just teasing him a little. Uh, letting him down softly. Here."
The phone was tossed back and caught by the tiger who looked to the screen and grinned at what was written.
"My boyfriend thinks you've got a nice cock and so do I, really big! Sorry, but we're not interested in opening our relationship. Maybe one of these days he'll let you suck me off, but you'll have better luck finding a guy who isn't already taken. Have a good morning, Greg from English."
"You call that letting him down easy? That's just begging him to keep trying. Maybe you'll let him suck my dick?" the tiger growled and rubbed his muzzle in his paws, leaning back and flicking his tail out across the fox's lap.
"Well, if you just said no in one word he would have gotten angry with you. Probably cried in class tomorrow or something. And really if he's got a dick that big can you imagine what the rest of him is like? I don't want him to throw a punch or something because he didn't get what he wanted. Alpha wolves are..."
"Alpha wolves? I didn't know you looked up him so well." John grinned now and rested a hand behind his head, the other was tugging at his foreskin while his cock stiffened between his legs.
"Oh, shut your fuckin' mouth before I knot it shut." Kyle growled, but the sound was small and higher in pitch than his own. John was reminded of a Chihuahua trying to sound like a Great Dane, and he reached over to rub Kyle's muzzle with his big paw.
"Like you could even get it in my mouth, little foxie."
John didn't take too much longer to get hard and he pulled his foreskin back to waggle his bare, musky cock at his boyfriend. The fox took one look at the waggling meat and dove down on it. In revenge, he touched his teeth down behind the head and scraped them down all the way to the base of his shaft. John liked teeth on his cock, he just couldn't bear to have them on his glans, and though he was glad the fox wasn't afraid to use his teeth a little he did learn to warn him about touching that part of his cock after the fox made him give a very untigerlike yelp during their first oral session.
Kyle's tongue was like a soft ribbon of heat when he curled it and used the very tip to lick all the way up his shaft, holding its position when he drew his muzzle back. A warm paw pushed down on the skin and kept the head uncovered and the tiger's frenulum vulnerable to attack. In no time at all the fox's mouth was being flooded with hot salt and he swallowed every drop, stilling his head after a careful count of four seconds, laying his tongue flat against the underside of John's throbbing dick. He counted four more seconds after the throbbing settled down and he pulled off with one final slurp, replaced the tiger's hood, and kissed his chest.
John rubbed at the back of his neck and down his spine with a toothy grin. "You got me off too fast on purpose, just so I'd feel the need to pound your ass later tonight, huh?"
The fox's grin was his answer and he flagged his tail behind him. "Well, my parents will be home tomorrow. I got a message from dad and that's what woke me up, not the absence of your big, warm self in my bed. Means we've only got until the end of the night before I've gotta unscent the place and clean up."
The tiger nodded as his shaft rested over his thigh and he pulled his fox a little closer. His fingers curled around the knot that was still trapped in his sheath and half swollen, and he squeezed tight enough to milk a girly gasp from his boyfriend.
"Good thing I woke up hungry. Better that you like havin' your ass ate. On your bed, on your belly. Just don't fall asleep on me."
When morning rolled around, Greg stood and stretched out so that his spine crackled when he rocked his hips from side to side. The blinking light on his phone told him he had a message and he grinned when he saw who it was from. The grin fell from his muzzle when he read it again, then another time. His unoccupied paw turned into a fist and he slammed it down on his dresser. His knuckles bled a little bit but he could barely feel the heat.
His breaths were coming in huffs and he found himself pacing in his room, unsure. He was still holding his phone in his paw and he managed to calm down after a few more minutes of huffing and puffing and trying not to hit his dresser again. He typed it out quickly and sent it, then tossed his phone down onto his bed. His cock was hard again.
He dropped to his knees and rested his chin on his bed while he stroked himself to a quick orgasm to release the tension he was feeling. One of his hands jerked behind his knot while the other stroked his shaft. He jetted precum every few seconds, enough that he'd have to mop up under his bed with a large towel when he finished to get it all clean. Forty seconds after he'd grabbed his cock he squeezed his knot with all the anger he felt for whoever the tiger's boyfriend was and he shot his wad like liquid fire in creamy ropes under his bed. His hips jerked like he was buried inside a bitch in heat. No, he thought, the tiger's bitch of a boyfriend before he took the big cat for himself.
He grinned at the thought as he collapsed against his bed and soaked in the afterglow. His shaft touched the floor when he let it go and dragged a little from side to side when he put his hands on his bed and stood up. Monday was on its way and all he had to do then was find out who his John was seeing. Breaking them up would be no trouble at all.