Moving to a new place all on his own had been an experience for Rumble. The 6’ 2” blue furred cougar was the proud inhabitant of a loft apartment that had been recently renovated. There was enough space for him and his things. The upper level was fashioned into a bedroom. A big bed took up plenty of space but the feline didn’t mind that at all. The amount of space it took up was a trade off he could live with, waking up every morning refreshed from a deep sleep in a bed that was big enough to accommodate his full body. 

Various pieces of furniture and appliances took up the rest of the space available. The buff big cat was left without the in-house gym that he originally planned for. So the gym was still required if he wanted to get his reps in. His place was within walking distance of the facility and he was a regular.

Greetings of various kinds came his way. Other frequenting gym bros, beginners, and those who just came by every once in a while...Rumble was friendly in both appearance and personality, offering to help others and making sure they were working out properly, even if it was cutting into his own time. 

After working out Rumble would admire himself and that kept him in this condition while also building him up further just a bit. From head to toe he was various shades of blue, the lighter shades being along his neck, chest, stomach, and further down below. It broke off, becoming the darker cobalt blue that was everywhere else. The lighter blue was found in various other places, disconnected from the rest, such as his feet, the end of his tail, the hair on top of his head, and as a circle that surrounded his right eye. 

As far as his physique was concerned, Rumble wasn’t the most muscular person in the gym. His arms and legs were thick and perfectly shaped. Firm almost squared pecs and abs ran down his front. While still looking at himself, Rumble also noticed the expressions of those who were either close to him or walking by.

Some were rolling their eyes at his perceived vanity, others were just smiling or snickering as they kept moving along, and some paused for a moment to also admire Rumble. He didn’t mind this as this gym in particular had a very “friendly” atmosphere and if someone wanted to get a touch or even a taste of him, all they would have to do is ask... 

Of all the ways to keep his body in peak physique, Rumble enjoyed sparring the most. During the season he would even fight in low level tournaments to make a living, along with another venture that he was still developing. 

When he was allowed to spar against others, the large yet cuddly big cat often held back to make things fair, always wishing his opponent good luck and expressing that it was a good match when it was all over. This was all being done in good fun of course but there were times when Rumble wished he could get a real good fight on the same level as a tournament round. 

This wish would be granted and that challenge Rumble wished for would come in the form of someone he was familiar with. Maurice.

He had met the gorilla in a certain shop. When the official tournament season was over, the cougar was left without his major source of income. Before he could get by from saving up and by making some residuals from small deals. Moving out on his own and into a place that was somewhat admirable, much better than where he was before, Rumble’s residuals wouldn’t be enough to cover everything else after the rent. 

So he needed another avenue and by accident he found himself entering the world of amateur modeling and then adult video making. Rumble knew that he was attractive and others found him attractive. After taking a job and starting in a small-scale video, Rumble was given a paycheck that was more than he expected and that inspired him to put more effort into this possible venture. What did he have to lose? 

Already having a camera that he used to record himself practicing sometimes, the big cat realized he would need some more things if he was going to make some videos actually worth subscribing to. Taking himself to a local sex shop, Rumble picked out some things and went to the front counter where he met the gorilla. 

“Damn, you must be pretty lonely,” the ape said as he started to ring up the stuff. 

“Oh, it’s not for me. I mean it is. But...I’m going to use them for videos.” 

“Oh really? Wait, have I seen you before. Hold on a minute. Yeah, you’re Rumble, ain’t you?” the primate asked. “I’ve actually seen some of your fights.” 

Rumble had hoped his hoodie would have protected him from being noticed but now that he had been found out...

He started to talk to the gorilla, feeling embarrassed at first but the gorilla didn’t actually have a problem with any of this, just teasing him a bit. Actually, the ape gave him some advice and recommended a few extra things. 

“I’ll make sure to look you up.” 

“Thanks...uh...” the cougar paused. 

“Maurice. You can find me here every Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, and Saturday.” 

From then on Rumble and Maurice crossed paths more often. They went to the same gym and it turned out that Maurice had been there just as long as he had. Somehow neither had noticed each other until now. They would talk, spot each other, and Maurice would make some comments on the videos that Rumble was releasing. 

Since then Rumble felt like he had come to know Maurice. Likewise, the gorilla felt comfortable enough towards the feline, calling him “Blue” sometimes. Watching those fighting practice videos instead of just the porn ones had gotten him intrigued and he decided to take on the ‘local winner’ himself. 

Maurice stood across from Rumble with a sure grin on his face. His looks promised something worthwhile. Standing even taller at 7’ 5”, the ape kept his eyes on the ready cougar. 

Rumble was sizing him up. While he wore a pair of shorts and a grey tank top that clung to his fit body, Maurice’s stance was casual. He too wore shorts but lacked anything on the top half, leaving nothing to the imagination. Rumble’s eyes scanned him, first to get a feel for what he was facing but along the way he got distracted. 

Eyes roaming at first, they focused on certain things about Maurice. He was not only tall but also wide. Bulky and heavy. The musculature of his arms and legs showed clearly even through his rough black fur. His skin was a lighter shade of black, a smoother texture that clearly marked a difference between the two. 

He wasn’t just muscular but also hefty, a very good blend of it too. Perfectly rounded and hanging over the front of his shorts a bit was his belly. Higher up sat a pair of wide meaty pecs that were looking equally pliable and firm, sitting outwards as well. Darker shaded nipples were slightly off center on both pecs. 

Further up was Maurice’s cocky sneer, his piercing dark brown eyes, and the studded piercing that ran through an eyebrow. Atop his head was dyed and straightened hair that ran off to the side almost like a bang, being a pristine shade of white in color with darker grey at the back. 

“You ready or not?” 

Maurice’s deep, naturally sonorous voice snapped Rumble at it. 

“Y-yeah, I’m ready!” the big cat said. They stepped forwards and touched gloves. The bell rang and then they were at it. 

Pushing everything else out of his mind, Rumble focused on the sparring match, already having a plan of using his agility to overwhelm the bigger, stronger, but also heavier mammal. And this was working. Ducking and diving, bobbing and weaving, he got out of the way of Maurice’s heavy swings and retaliated with quick jabs, making sure not to keep himself in the same place for more than a moment or two. 

At first overwhelmed and annoyed from swinging at nothing but open air. Jabbing back, delaying his swings, or outright counter wasn’t working for Maurice. If Rumble was going to lean into his speed, then Maurice was going to use his own talents to gain the advantage. So he waited, taking on the hits with the occasional groan from a tender spot being struck. It wasn’t as exciting but Maurice observed, realized the pattern and he lured Rumble in by feinting, always “missing” the mark. 

When he found the opening he was looking for, Maurice extended his gloved fist. He didn’t need to be as fast as Rumble. His pure strength made up for that in spade, nailing the cougar right in the chest. Eyes going wide. his breath leaving him entirely, and his balance evaporating, Rumble was on the ground. He blinked, staring up at the ceiling and the blinding lights that were shining down on the ring. 

“You really didn’t see that one coming?” Stepping over him, blocking the unrelenting light was Maurice as he leaned downwards. “That punch was slow as shit.” 

Rumble would have responded if he had the breath to. After a while he was able to rise to his feet again but the ache from the strike remained. Deciding that he had enough for the day, Rumble called it off and Maurice thankfully agreed. 

“Just so you know I held back because you weren’t talking shit,” Maurice said, pulling Rumble in a near chokehold as he laughed. Rumble didn’t know if that was a joke or not but he decided to laugh anyway. 

After getting cleaned up from a shower and dressed back into his regular clothes, Rumble was ready to leave when he was stopped by someone calling his name. That someone being Maurice. The big ape strolled up to him, dressed in a pair of ordinary shorts and a white tank top, showing his fangs as he grinned. “I had been meaning to ask you this earlier but... You got any room to spare at your place?” 

“You need a place to stay?” Rumble reiterated. 

“Just for a bit,” Maurice said with a shrug and roll of his eyes. “You won’t even notice me.” 

“A-alright, sure.” 

“Thanks, Blue! I owe you one!” Maurice said. He again pulled Rumble in close to the point that Rumble felt the wetness of the ape’s fur and he could smell the earthy, manly musk that was radiating from his underarm. “I’ll be over later on so keep the door unlocked for me.” 

“Yeah, sure,” Rumble said when he was released. As the gorilla walked past him, the big cat was wondering if he made the right choice. 

He liked Maurice but the ape was...abrasive. Doing and saying what he felt like, letting his presence be known. Brash and vulgar, he wasn’t the kind to care about consequences. Rumble was at least hoping that Maurice would remember that he was a guest. 

When the ape came by with his things he was at first acting well. Right from the start Rumble could tell that Maurice’s stay would be much longer than ‘just for a bit’.” 

There were some things that Rumble assumed about his visitor beforehand, things that were proven true with time. For starters, Maurice was rather messy. After about 3 days he stopped making an effort to clean up after himself, leaving his things about, including his clothes. The living room had become another bedroom, the couch being used as a bed, the gorilla’s massive body taking up 90% of it when he laid across the cushions. 

Another thing that became apparent was Maurice’s scent. Rumble started to notice that the ape didn’t shower all that often. When the couch was free it would still smell of gorilla musk and sweat. They would sit side by side, Maurice would make himself as comfortable as possible, laying back with his feet propped up onto the table. 

Having his hands resting behind his head, he was either unaware or purposely allowing his ripe pit scent to spread out. Rumble had to make it seem that he didn’t notice. He didn’t confront Maurice about it either as he seemed genuinely grateful to be here and he even fixed up some things that had been loose in the apartment. 

Maurice’s level of comfort was made explicit by how he wore less clothes as time passed. Clad in nothing but underwear or a jockstrap, the gorilla would casually walk about and interact with Rumble. Used to seeing this at the gym, the feline didn’t raise a fuss about this either.

He would be dressed when going out to his job or anywhere else but was rather quick to strip down when he was back in Rumble’s home. The jockstraps would show off his big and wide rump, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. Some of his underwear gave the same effect, either being ripped in places from being stretched around his very wide hips or just plain worn out. 

Since they resided in a loft there were no actual bedrooms or any major walls to muffle noise. While upstairs and in his bed, Rumble would hear Maurice watching TV late at night. Other times he could hear the gorilla’s grunts and the meaty rhythmic slaps of flesh on flesh. He could smell it too. The place would always reek of sweat and seed by the time that Maurice would groan and settle down. Various marks and stains were suddenly on the couch, obvious evidence of what took place during the late nights. 

When Maurice was away, Rumble took on the task of cleaning up after him. After tossing various empty wrappers and bags away he brushed the crumbs from the reeking cushions and then took on the task of picking up the clothes that had been strewn about around the living room. He had a hamper to put them in. 

Shirts, pants, shorts and the like were all put in one after the other. Rumble looked around to make sure he didn’t miss anything. Everything seemed to be picked up but looking towards the couch again revealed that something was mostly stuffed underneath the cushion. 

Curiosity led the feline to it. Gripping and pulling on the end, what Rumble unearthed was a pair of underwear. A worn one. More worn than the others. The fabric was rattier, rougher, and was discolored, a slight yellow that was becoming darker towards the front pouch. 

Why Rumble chose to bring the soiled thing closer to his face, he didn’t really know. But his keen hunter nose flexed in time with his inhales. Rushing into his nasal passage was the thick, grizzly mix of musk and sweat with hints of piss in there too. 

But the main thing that he could smell was cum. That deep tang that would always hang in the air after Maurice was done stroking himself. In fact the cum was the most prominent element, its unique olfactory tone striking Rumble’s senses the hardest.

The reason for that was pretty obvious. A sticky wetness was bleeding through the front and looking inside revealed a near overflowing mess of cum that looked fresh. The crotch area was practically sagging from the amount of ‘rilla nut that had been blasted into it.

Seeing that the musky jizz was only on the inside, Rumble figured that Maurice had been deliberately blowing his loads into the underwear. The discoloration and  richness of the odors suggested that he had been doing this for a while, leaving it all to dry before he added another thick, gooey coating. 

His nostrils flared further as he drank in the scent with deeper inhales, his nose close enough to practically snort up the loads. Sniffing so hard made it easier for him to also discern the slightly weaker tones of cock and ball stink. Sweat, grime, and the hints of urine that had gotten soaked into the fibers. Of all the clothes he had picked up, this was the dirtiest one and that was purposeful, he could tell. Maurice was adding to the already potent scent, day by day, putting more of his fluids into it and leaving them to fuse into the underwear itself. 

How many days had Maurice been doing this, Rumble had no idea. But the latest load was a fresh one. Higher above the big sticky glob of off-white ape jizz were wide ropes that reached higher towards the stretched and beaten waistband. Looking back down at the pool, Rumble could see the yellowed and crusted surface that kept the ball jelly contained.

With the pouch literally hanging from the weight of the latest morning nut, Rumble was able to shake it slightly, watching the fluid jiggle and still cling to the fabric. From what he could tell, the many loads spurt before were left to harden and fuse to the fibers themselves.

Doing this day after day, maybe even multiple times a day, sealed up the countless gaps that were too small for the eye to see. All of the cum was being kept in. Seeping through enough to make the front side wet at the most but none was actually dripping from the crotch area. Just looking at it made Rumble’s mouth feel dry and an idea popped into his head, one that he quickly pushed down. 

He couldn’t do that. It was his friend’s underwear and that would be gross! He should just throw this into the hamper along with the rest of the other musky articles of clothing. But he felt that pull, that curiosity was building further. His eyes were stuck on that cum load despite his inner voice telling him to either put it back or toss it to be cleaned. 

If anything he should have been angry and taking action, confronting Maurice and demanding that he clean it all up himself. But he had tolerated it all. The ape’s near nudity, his smell, the way he left things around.

Maybe it was because on some level that he liked it? At first it was awkward but lately he had come to expect and even waited for the sounds of Maurice’s strokes and his huffs, the rising smell of his sweat and jizz. Even from the beginning he was never bothered by the strong smells coming from the simian. At first they were simply tolerated but now Rumble was realizing just how intoxicating and mouth watering it was. 

With a deep sigh he bundled the underwear to the way it was before and stuffed them back under the cushion. Turning his back on it, Rumble’s focus was on the clothes in the hamper. He carried it off to the washing area and piled them in, putting some extra soap into the basin before he started it. 

“Thanks for washing my stuff.” Maurice thanked Rumble when he came back. He even folded and put them away himself. This made the big cat smile and he was able to not think about what happened earlier. Watching TV, eating snacks, and playing video games with Maurice...it reminded him of when he had roommates. 

About a week later Rumble was back to collecting clothes that were here and there. His nose was picking up on the smell coming from all of them but at the end of the walk around the living room he again slipped a hand underneath the couch cushion, unearthing the pair of underwear. The discoloration was deeper and of course the reek was stronger. About seven days worth of fluids from the ape’s crotch were put into the already grungy thing.

Just as he expected there was another huge load in it. Just looking at it made his body heat up. He failed to not bring it close to his muzzle again, taking a deep whiff from it. Everything about the smell was more intense, the singular elements that all came together were more defined. 

The musk, sweat, and hint were all sharper, not needing a strong sniff to find anymore. His mouth was watering immediately but that wasn’t it. There was a throbbing between the big cat’s legs. Keeping the garment hovering just in front of his sniffer, Rumble got lost in the aroma and didn’t realize that he had just been standing there for nearly 3 whole minutes. 

Snapping out of his musk-daze, Rumble groaned from the strength of his erection. Hard as a rock and throbbing in the confines of his own underwear with so much ferocity that it was actually hurting a bit. All alone in his apartment, nobody would know if he... He knew it was wrong, it was shameful and disgusting to do something like this. Something so smelly and foul. All the same he was digging his claws into the fabric somewhat. He looked into the underwear, gazing upon the huge deposit of spunk that filled up the pouch, making it sag even further than last time. 

Dipping his muzzle past the waistband, Rumble kept going until his nose was hovering just over the pool of nut. It was fresh. Very fresh. The smell was so rich, the cum was incredibly pearly, and there was still heat rising from the clumpy substance. Panting before he knew it, Rumble was drinking in the thick stink of jizz fresh and new, practically getting high on the stuff. With every new breath he took, the effects were becoming stronger. His sinuses were burning but in a good way and his cock was stretching the shorts he wore to their limit, the tented point being soaked thoroughly. 

“Ooohhh...” Rumble’s cock throbbed and spurted more precum into his boxers and shorts. Within he was still going back and forth on whether he should do it or not. Nobody would know and yet there was still a part of him that was holding back. His lust was only rising higher though, tormenting him and overpowering his rationality bit by bit. 

‘A little taste wouldn’t hurt,’ Rumble told himself. He still felt a mix of shame and guilt towards himself as he dipped his tongue into the warm pouch of cum. Just a small taste of it was enough to trigger something within the mountain lion. Without a second thought he pushed his tongue into the pouch, scooping up the cum, savoring its satisfying taste before he swallowed.

Doing this again and again, Rumble was steadily cleaning up the mess. There was some dignity at first but that quickly devolved into a slurred blend of moans and slurps. Gulping down the last of it, Rumble was left with the even stronger tasting yellowed surface of old cum that was dried and formed over itself multiple times. 

It was sharp, biting, and sour. While others would have found it disgusting, Rumble had quickly become enamored. Wearing the underwear like a mask, he kept it pressed firm to his muzzle, huffing and licking madly while stroking his tool through the soaked tent in his shorts. 

“Hey! You’re gonna ruin it!” Rumble nearly jumped out of his pelt from the deep voice of Maurice. He looked over to see the gorilla standing in the doorway, coming back from work. Had he really been standing here for that long. Stuck in place, Rumble was caught red handed with the underwear plastered to his face and his hand still on his junk.

Maurice was quick to approach, snatching the underwear from the cougar. “I’ve been working on this thing for almost two weeks now.” 

“W-working on it?” Rumble repeated, still a bit dazed from the lingering musk in his nose. 

“Yeah. I’ve been spunking this thing up. Wanna get it nice and ripe. I got a friend at work that just loves shit like this. We talked and he’s gonna pay me for a pair that’s soaked with everything that’ll come from my dick.” Maurice’s explanation left Rumble with a few more questions but he had a more pressing thing to worry about. As best as he could he tried to hide his raging erection. 

“Pretty late for that, Blue. Shit, you were really slobbing all over it. Didn’t do too much damage. He ain’t gonna notice,” Maurice figured as he looked the thing over. “So you’re into this too.” 

“Well I...” 

“Hey, it’s cool. I guess I should have told you what I was doing but how do you tell someone that you’re gonna be jizzing into a pair of old ass draws for the next 3 weeks?” Maurice said with a laugh. 

“Y-yeah,” Rumble responded, feeling his face heating up. The hardness and pulsing between his legs persisted from the lingering hold the smells had on his senses. But that wasn’t it. Coming back from work, walking the whole way under the hot summer sun, Maurice was visibly sweaty. Not washing, making his musk as effective as possible for the sake of marking the underwear, the ape’s body odor was just as strong if not even stronger than the soiled garment. 

Maurice looked at the tented shorts worn by the feline and snickered. “If you want a piece of me you can just ask. I was honestly wondering if we were ever gonna fuck. I’ve heard you've been hooking up at the gym, letting all those other dudes get a piece. And seeing those videos always made me wonder how that ass would feel wrapped around my dick...” Maurice spoke with a lower tone of voice, licking his lips as he got even closer to the pantherine. 

A flutter in his chest and shiver along his spine, Rumble’s excitement skyrocketed. He kept his eyes on the speaking gorilla and Maurice took advantage of this attention. As he usually would, the bigger mammal started to undress, first slipping off his work shirt and then his pants. Both were done slowly, making a show out of his body. Exposing his upper half, his bulk and wide musclegut that was glistening with sweat came before the reveal of his crotch and thighs. 

Coming from Rumble was a gasp just from the sight of Maurice’s jockstrap-covered crotch. The waistband was visibly straining to keep itself around the hulking ape’s form and the jock’s pouch was doing next to nothing to actually contain its “cargo.” Pulled away from his waist entirely, Maurice’s thick and rough crotch bush was fully out for the puma to gaze upon. And gaze he did. 

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna lose the shorts?” Maurice asked, snapping the big cat from his trance. “I wanna see what you got.” 

Just like that, Rumble was taking off his tank top and then his shorts. Shaking hands peeled and then tossed them aside with no care of where they would land. Left in his boxers that were still heavily tented and soaked in the front, Rumble returned his gaze to the gorilla that was scanning him up and down. 

“The boxers too,” Maurice said, making a motion with his hand for them to come down as well. 

This time Rumble was a bit slower to comply, feeling a bit of embarrassment. He wasn’t usually this shy about showing off his body, especially to someone who asked for it but for some reason this felt different. 

But he did it, pulling them down and letting his rock hard dick swing free, flinging the rope of pre that had been clinging to the tip. Letting them fall down to his ankles, Rumble looked down at his swollen  manhood. Matching the rest of his tall and bulky body, a more than respectable 8-incher stuck out straight as a board, twitching in time with its owner’s strong heartbeat. 

“Good kitty...” Maurice crooned. “But if you wanna see mine then you’re gonna have to earn it. Now that I know you’re into sweat and all that stuff, I know you’re gonna like this.” Walking towards the other mammal as he was speaking, Maurice ended his sentence by getting a hold on Rumble. A strong one that was followed by him pulling the puma in.  

The next thing Rumble knew, he was pressed against the ape’s larger body; the first thing that he noticed was the potent smell. He could see and feel the sweat that clung to the primate’s charcoal grey skin. His body was damp and the strength of the odor rising from it was already explained by Maurice; the direct result of not cleaning himself in order to ensure that his body was as ripe as possible for the sake of musking up those underwear. His sniffing at the wide chest was enough to make him groan. Throbbing against the bigger male’s thigh, the feline’s shaft continued to leak, the flow gaining strength as he started to take in more of the thick manly reek. 

Without being told to, the feline was inhaling again and again. Some of his sniffs were quick to get a burst of ape musk and some were much longer and deeper, making his nostrils flare to their full size. His body reacted with a shudder as his nasal passages were burning again in a satisfying way. So pungent and offensive, the raw funk of an unclean male, wearing his pure essence. 

“Damn you really are into this shit,” Maurice said as he let the feline keep at it. 

Blushing but still going, Rumble felt himself getting pulled deeper and deeper. Now all of his inhales were deep and prolonged, ensuring as much ape musk as possible was flooding his nasal passage. At first it was almost incompatible with his keen sense of smell. But he ensured, fighting through the burning and almost choking thickness of pure sweat on top of sweat, both fresh and stagnant. 

The more he did it, the easier it was for him to handle. Slowly, pacing himself, Rumble was embracing its effects; the way it was making his head spin, there was a dazed expression on his face as if he was stoned out of his mind. But even if it was becoming easier for him to take in an entire lungful, the musk’s strength was unrelenting. 

“Yeah, just let it take hold,” Maurice encouraged as he loosened his grip on Rumble. The puma wasn’t going anywhere. “If you like that, I got something you’re gonna [i]love[/i].” 

Rumble looked up to see what this ‘something’ was, his eyes falling on the arm that was being lifted, revealing the pit that was almost literally steaming. Just looking at it, the feline could see how wet the pit hairs were, shining in the light that was coming into the living room from the window. His nose was still against Maurice’s chest but the much stronger tone of ape stink was reaching it. 

“Like that?” Maurice asked with a tone of amusement. He got a nod in response and his smirk grew wider. From the start Maurice could tell that Rumble would be easy to steer. That kindness overpowered everything else. Even when he tested the waters: leaving wrappers on the floor, then his clothes, and then jerking himself on the couch instead of in the bathroom...this was all done to see if Rumble would say or do something. But each and every time the feline kept his mouth shut and let it slide. 

Watching those videos on his page made Maurice sure that he would be a good fuck. Getting a piece of that blue furred himbo was only a matter of time. And now that said time had come, the ape decided to have some fun first. He wanted to see how far Rumble would go, what he was willing to do. 

“Then get up in there,” Maurice said with a deeper and commanding tone. 

Again, Rumble complied. He all but shoved his own head into the underarm, pushing so hard and deep that he was nearly smothering himself. That was more than enough for the smell to flood his nasal passages. Everything was stronger, more potent, and intoxicating. Maybe at some point he would have been gagging and trying to get away from something like this but the puma was embracing it.

He dared to inhale while his nostrils were dug deep into the swamped pit fur. From the very moment air was pulled inwards, the effects hit him like a truck; making him much hornier and higher in an instant. If it weren’t for Maurice holding onto him he would have fallen limp to the ground, stuck there from how much the world was spinning around him. The recoil left him completely dazed for a moment but when his sense returned, Rumble was going in for another long drag, snorting up the layered sweat and body odor. 

“Mmmfuuucckkk....” Rumble mumbled into the pit. Doing so was getting nose just his nose but the rest of his muzzle coated in the thick, pungent sweat. Built up over 2 weeks-worth of time, the perspiration had become a film that was greasy and a bit sticky, clinging to Rumble’s muzzle fur and sinking into it. 

Adapting just enough to handle another whiff, Rumble inhaled for even longer, really letting the heavy, offensive reek take hold within him. Pressed against Maurice’s thigh, his cock pulsed and gushed another fat line of pre. He could feel the pleasure increase as if it was being stroked. 

“Fuck, you’re going at it. I like that. Stuff your nose all the way in!” Maurice helped the mountain lion with this, pushing the back of his head forwards, stuffing the blue mammal’s entire head in and smashing his nose against the grimy skin that lay beyond the soaked rough armpit fur. He again heard the other male’s muffled moan and felt the warm breath heating the space up even further. 

His big hand was stroking the fur of Rumble’s head, feeling its soft and smooth texture. It was grinding against his skin as the feline started to rub his muzzle into the pit all on his own volition. He dragged his lips through the dense swampy bush, relishing the way they were collecting more sweat, becoming wetter and slicker. It was trickling through, reaching his tongue and striking his taste buds the same way it had his olfactory. 

This caused him to moan even more and he opened his mouth further, slinking his tongue out to dig through the oily, bitter fur. Upon reaching the pit skin beyond, Rumble shook and his tongue reeled from the overwhelmingly bitter bite. But he persisted and forced himself to get used to the flavor. 

He loved it but his body was putting up some resistance. The urge to gag was getting stronger when he pulled his tongue back to swallow the film of perspiration and grime. But after a moment to compose himself, Rumble would do it all over again, able to handle it a bit better each time. 

“Now you’re getting it. Can’t get enough, can you kitty? Go wild then,” Maurice directed. 

In response to this, the feline’s tongue was moving with purpose. Making use of the rough texture, he combed through the sweat-marked fur, further coating his taste buds in the flavorful fluid. The further he pushed his tongue and the harder he licked, the greater amount of grime that he found. Whether it was fresher or older, all of it was unrelenting in both flavor and aroma, keeping him hooked and desperate for more. Rumble had smelled musk before, either from himself or from others. But this was something else entirely. 

“Alright, that’s enough, Blue,” Maurice said, pulling Rumble’s head from his underarm. “I can’t have you licking away [i]all[/i] the stink.” 

Rumble was left panting with a dazed, glazed over expression on his face. The entirety of his facial fur was slicked and ruffled, both weighed down and made to stick up in various clumps from the almost slimy sweat. His nose was constantly twitching, reacting to the scent that was clinging to his own face. 

“There’s plenty more places to stuff your nose in,” Maurice offered, making the pantherine perk up. 

Having the eyes focused and directly on him, Maurice first slid a big and rough hand down, tracing over his plump gut and then he stopped at his crotch, taking a moment to play with the coarse pubic hairs, sliding down further and grabbing hold of the waistband, having it in his firm grip while yanking it downwards, all but snatching the garment from his hips. 

Rumble was let go, left to fall on his knees where he remained, looking up at the bigger male with widening eyes. A soundless gasp left him. He was absolutely stunned by what [i]hung[/i] in front of his face. Freed from the strained pouch was a dark colored, uncut 13 inch pole of manmeat, shiny with sweat like the rest. Thick as the ‘rilla’s own wrist, decorated with fat tubes that were swelling further, rising beneath the charcoal shaded skin. 

Not even fully hard yet, everything about the ape’s dick was huge. Even more so as it started to swell up, gaining further length and thickness. It appeared to have some trouble ascending, kept down at a certain point by his own weight. Maurice remedied that by lifting it with his hand. Blood rushed into the dark member, making it pulse and expand in every conceivable way. Maurice eased its hand off and it remained standing perfectly straight like a board. In its “soft” state it looked huge enough but fully erect it was a monster, a stiff glistening boa constrictor. 

“Speechless, ain’t ya?” Maurice asked with clear satisfaction in his voice. “You and everybody else.” 

Rumble still didn’t respond, his eyes glued to the pulsing log. With every meaty throb those veins swelled, pumping great amounts of blood through the myriad of inches. He got a closer look at its features: how far away the tip was from the ‘rilla’s waist, the fat foreskin that looked both tight and loose around the also wide, bulbous tip. Below the enviable dick was a proportionally broad and hefty balls sack. How they fit in the jock was a complete mystery to him. 

“Mmm... Fuck it. The underwear’s ripe enough as it is. He won’t know anyways,” Maurice said. The work that had been done on his pit told him that Rumble was good with his tongue. The moment it would go to work on his rod...Maurice knew he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. Every drop of sweat and everything would probably be licked away and he would let it if that meant getting stroked by that wet rough appendage. “You wanna lick this thing clean, then go ahead.” 

Thrusting his hips forward, Maurice poked his tip to the puma’s nose. This made the feline recoil a bit, both from impact and the scent. The erect flesh was like a nightstick being bashed to his face. This left his nose tingling but not from pain. Storming his sinuses were the same smells that had been put into the marked pair of underwear but all of it was cranked up to ten. Pressed right to his sniffer, the hot flesh stank of sweat, piss, cum, and grime that had all been left to stay on the stiff hooded snake. 

“You just gonna smell it or you gonna get to cleaning?” Maurice’s voice snapped the cougar back to reality. 

Mouth full of saliva and his eyes stuck on the girthy pole, Rumble lifted a shaky hand and attempted to wrap his hand around it, getting about 80% of the way there. This alone was enough to make him moan and spurt more precum from his freely throbbing cock. Feeling it pulse against his fingers; the greasy wetness that clung to the black skin...

He didn’t need to do anything more than lean in. Mouth open, a small needy moan escaping him, Rumble touched his tongue to the tip, dragging it over the dark, salty surface. The moment he got a taste for it, Rumble’s tongue got right to work, lapping over the wide surface repeatedly, gradually replacing the sweat with his own saliva. While doing this his ears were flicking in response to the deep moans that were coming from the huge stud. 

Hearing that caused him to forgo any more teasing. He wanted that good stuff and knew just where to find it. Sliding his hand towards himself pulled the ape’s foreskin forwards, making it fold over the tip even more. Opening his mouth further, the tongue that had been lapping over the cockhead was pushed underneath the meaty flap. Maurice grunted and shivered from the pleasure. It was already grinding back and forth, rubbing at the underside of his dick-skin and against the rock hard shaft at the same time. 

Already, Rumble’s tongue was being slathered with various elements. Sweat was the most prominent but there was also the earthy bitterness of piss and the saltiness of cum. The rough muscle’s tip was making the foreskin bulge from underneath. It followed the tongue, going where it did, either shrinking or expanding from Rumble either reeling back a bit or pushing in even deeper. Going all the way around, the big cat was dutifully cleaning up whatever lay beneath. Even after his mouth eased off, Rumble’s taste buds remained thickly coated and the interior of his muzzle was smelling just as strongly as the outside. 

Maurice wasn’t left long without stimulation. After taking a moment to collect himself, the feline was back to it, swirling his tongue all over the tip and beyond, licking all over the front and the sides, making them shine with a mix of remaining sweat and his saliva. Coming back to the front, Rumble was met with a spurt of hot sticky precum. Flying from the wide piss-slit, the fat jet splattered all over Rumble’s tongue. Responding to this immediately, Rumble savored the taste and swallowed the clinging substance. 

“You’re really going for it,” Maurice commented. “Hold off on the dick for a moment. I wanna see what you can do with these.” He palmed his balls with one hand and used the other to grip the back of Rumble’s head, pulling him in. Twitching against his balls was the feline’s sniffing nose, responding immediately to the smell coming from them. He rubbed his nose against it, making himself intimately familiar with the aroma. “Snorting that shit like powder.” Maurice chuckled, feeling on top of the world. Letting go of Rumble’s head, he watched as the attractive bulky fighter kept himself in place, submitting himself to someone bigger. 

“It’s so good...” Rumble mumbled, his words coming out slurred. 

“Then what are you waiting for?” the ape’s question spurred Rumble on and he proceeded to explore the fat, sweaty ballbag. Sniffing at the front at first, Rumble explored the rest of it, moving to the sides then underneath. Lifting his muzzle, he felt the weight of it on its bridge; how hot the skin was and the way the orbs were churning beneath said skin. Going down and underneath, Rumble was letting his nose guide him.

“Hehe. You know, I didn’t think you were this much of a slut, Blue.” Maurice spread his legs wider to give the other male more room. In tandem with the pleasure he was also receiving an ego boost, rising all the higher as more sniffs and moans came from the smaller adonis. He was taking on the task like a trained whore, showing full enthusiasm the entire time too. 

“Oh shit...” Maurice then groaned from the sudden warmth and wetness that surrounded one of his nuts. The moment it was past his lips Rumble started to passionately suck on it. Pulling it in further, licking all over while nursing on the singular ball, Rumble was doing all that he could. Keeping his mouth wide and his teeth clear, he did manage to stuff the orb in, leaving the other one out and churning against the side of his face. 

“Mmm...Grrph...” Rumble closed his eyes as he continued to suck and lick all over, siphoning as much sweat as he could from the dark skinned pouch. Feeling that he had done enough with the first one, Rumble pulled his mouth off and gave the other one the same treatment, pulling it past his lips with greater ease than before. All over again, he was servicing and cleaning the gorilla’s nut, savoring every drop of sweat that reached his taste buds. 

“Fuck me...” Maurice huffed. “They always say that it's the nicest ones that are the freakiest...” His dick was pulsing all the harder and leaking even more from the direct nut stimulation. In response to his order, Rumble mumbled something else and kept at it, suckling with greater purpose, sending waves through the groaning ape. 

After pulling the other nut from his mouth, Rumble was right back to it, exploring with his muzzle, letting himself be guided by his nose. Going even further beyond the spit-soaked spheres, the puma slid his muzzle behind the sack, finding the ape’s taint. Just as grungy as the rest of his intimate parts, Rumble was lured in and serviced it with just as much vigor. 

“This fucking tongue...” Maurice muttered through clenched teeth. Its texture was the icing on the cake, making every lick substantial. Something that he could [i]feel[/i]. Bringing a hand down he pulled Rumble’s head in again, pressing his lips firmly to the spot. 

Getting the idea, the puma lapped all over with his tongue all over for as long as Maurice wanted. The sensitive spot being lavished with drags and twirls from the slightly rough muscle, the groans from him were becoming deeper and more spurts of precum were splattering onto the floor. “Getting real close to the other end. How ‘bout I make it easy for you?” 

Pulling Rumble’s head from his undercarriage, Maurice took it upon himself to step away, turning himself around and bending over the couch. Curving his back and pushing his big ass outwards, the ape had it out on display for the observing feline.

Hanging beneath the expansive black furred twin globes was the heavy-hanging, shiny backside of the freshly licked and sucked. Spreading his legs again and pulling a hand back to grip an asscheek, tugging it to the side and exposing his hole, Maurice looked back with a grin that showed his fangs. 

“I dare you to stick your face in this!” Maurice pushed his ass back a bit further, getting it all the closer to the gawking offseason fighter. 

Rumble, breathing hard through his nose and nearly drooling on himself, moved in. In the place of just one hand were two, both spreading the big, meaty mounds. Doing this fully revealed the dark pucker that was already shiny with ass sweat. 

The feeling of warm breath on his butthole was making it wink. Inhaling through his teeth, the gorilla gripped the couch, feeling a shiver from the welling anticipation. So far the puma had proved that he was amazingly skilled with his tongue, Maurice itching for those to be used on this part of him. 

Rumble was already close enough to feel the heat coming from the opening and though just as strong as the other unwashed parts of the bigger male, the hole itself wasn’t foul smelling, just reeking of general sweat and grime that was left to sit upon the firm dark hole and its surrounding area. 

Just short of stuffing his muzzle against the rim, Rumble was huffing in the scent. What came next was a groan that was quickly muffled. Suddenly shoving forwards, the puma stuffed his own muzzle right in between the heavy cheeks. 

While moaning into the gorilla’s crack, Rumble was aggressively exploring, grinding his nose and lips up and down, getting them smeared in the thicker, oilier type of sweat. Gripping the large cheeks even harder, Rumble found the center again. He pressed his nose right to the pucker, unable to hold back the hard shiver that came from feeling the ring clench against his nostrils. 

“You sure you’re not part dog?” Maurice bit his lips from the hot breath that was being puffed on his rim and the back of his balls. The anticipation was killing him but he had a feeling it was best to let Rumble do his thing. “It must be real good.” 

“It’s really strong...but I like it...” Rumble admitted. He could feel his face heating up while trying to put words to what he was feeling. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t bottomed for other guys, but this was something different. This didn’t feel...mutual. Maurice was the one in control and he was further submitting himself into a position of worship. 

Not even concerned for his pleasure or feelings, Rumble just wanted more of Maurice’s body, to hear his groans, and take in more of the scent, taste, and feeling of everything. Any and all offered to him was taken without question and he put his all into basking, praising, making it all shine even more than it already had before. 

Even if he wasn’t able to say it, Maurice still understood and that made his cock spurt again, this time jetting his pre-spunk onto the couch he was bent over, the same one already marked with lines and splotches that were faded to some degree. “You accepted it pretty fast. Most wouldn’t want to just admit that they’re into smelling someone else’s ripe, unwashed ass. You’re even freakier than I thought. Just straight up [i]nasty[/i].” 

Rumble couldn’t debate that. So instead he further proved the ape’s point by pushing his muzzle in deeper. Making contact with the rim finally with his lips, Rumble proceeded to start lapping his tongue over it. With more aggression from the start, he was really going at it. Sloppily and loudly, he was no longer restraining himself. It was just him and Maurice. Gripping the cheeks even harder, he kept his nose and lips pressed firmly to the hole while licking all over and around it, cleaning away the sweat and every other flavorful thing that met his sense of taste. 

The feeling was even better than he anticipated. In an instant the musky ape was grunting and huffing from the tender love and care his hole was being given. One hand came down, gripping the base of his cock. He could feel it pulse before another spurt of precum splattered onto the couch. 

His groans were louder as Rumble began to suck on his hole while still running his tongue all over it. Having his mouth open and lips wrapped, the feline was giving his full attention to this sole area, giving it all that he could. It kept him throbbing and leaking, and letting off ropes of fluid that further marked the furniture piece. The moment he was getting used to this feeling, he was again forced to react to the next thing that Rumble did. 

Being pushed against and made to expand was his asshole, making room for the tongue that was being pushed into it. Rumble was both gentle and firm, constantly applying pressure, wiggling his tongue in, using those bristles that lined the muscle’s surface to give direct and acute bursts of pleasure. Helping him out some, Maurice relaxed his ass and the tongue was all but shoved in. 

“Oh fuuuckk!” Maurice bellowed. His body locked up from him nearly cumming immediately. But he endured and managed to hold steady while Rumble was literally making out with his  ass. His tongue was in, roughly twirling and darting against the heated snugness. Lacking any shame, he freely let any and all noises come out. 

Maurice could easily hear all of them, every lick and slurp of that tongue being used to eat him out. The feeling of being rimmed and [i]hearing[/i] it at the same time was driving him wild. He could feel the tongue going back and forth, those bristles teasing his walls the whole time. The tongue was more than long enough to find his prostate. And once it was found, the puma purposely bashed it. Getting more into it, he was licking faster and even harder, applying more pressure and striking that spot all the harder. 

“You just keep getting better! Fuck yeah! Rim my fucking ass! Eat it out. Hhrrnngh! Y-you’re getting me so close! Gonna make me cum so hard!!” Maurice howled. He was only squeezing the base of his cock but he felt ready to bust at any second all thanks to Rumble’s persistently strong licks and bashes to his butt-button. 

Maurice’s cock swelled and let loose a blast of ape jizz that splattered loudly onto the couch. The force and pleasure from busting such a fat nut made his body jerk with so much strength that Rumble was pushed back, his tongue being wrenched from the hole.

Stumbling forwards after reeling back, the feline found himself in between the bent over primate’s legs, his head, right underneath the pair of hefty bunched up orbs. In this position the feline was given a clear view of the bulging urethra expanding even further from the next blast that was traveling through it. 

This time Maurice took a more active position, pumping his dick just once to help the thick flow along. Firing from the cockhead like a cannon was another blast of cum, splattering all over the cushions, marking them directly instead of just leaking marks from what would have remained after pumping it all into the underwear. 

Rumble’s eyes were glued. He watched the rich, steaming fluid fire from the wide opening, gushing into the already messy and ruined couch. It just kept coming as if the gorilla was just pissing it all out. 

A near continuous of syrupy fluid and all the while Maurice was groaning passionately, reveling in the strong pleasure that was racing through him. Even with such an impressive sight in front of him, all the feline could focus on was the thick, almost suffocating stink of fresh cum and cock stink. 

Breathing it in directly was enough to make him groan and shake. Without even being touched once, his own cock was bouncing and letting ropes of cum against the front of the couch, not coating it nearly as much as Maurice was. 

“Holy shit. You’re really cumming?” Maurice asked with a groan. 

Rumble couldn’t even respond, too wracked with the feeling of blowing his load. It was even stronger than usual, leaving him stuck in place. His nostrils were back to flaring, drinking in every bit of the alluring stink that he could and let loose another rope that stuck to the cum-marked couch. Maurice had finished up too and both were left panting from their respective mind blowing experiences. 

Nearly half of the whole couch was coated in gorilla cum, the substance already sinking in the fabric. Rumble would have lamented the amount of cleaning he would have to do to salvage it but there was a more pressing matter. Maurice stepped back and over him, getting him to turn around and face him or more specifically, his leaking cockhead. 

“Alright, Blue. You’ve more than earned it,” Maurice said. This made Rumble blink. He had assumed the opportunity to dig his tongue into the ‘rilla’s musky ass had been the grand prize. Looking down at him, the ape was casually palming and playing with his still-hard hole-stretcher. “Well, you gonna do it or not?” 

A resurgence of lust and need overtook Rumble and his hand was back on the hot, thrumming monster. 

His hand slid over the slick 13 inch appendage, again feeling its weight and the way it was still pulsing with strength. Cum was clinging to the black rubbery skin, getting stuck to his fingers and palms as the stroking began anew. This time Rumble was really getting a feel for the gorilla’s endowment; not just in the physical sense. Maurice was oozing power, potency, and virility in a way that wasn’t honed or developed. It was just natural, a part of the huge cashier’s very being and he owned it. 

Standing tall above the cat that was on his knees, Maurice was relishing the attention his cock was getting. One hand was feeling his dick all over, caressing each of the inches and the other hand went even lower, palming his sack in an almost aggressive manner. There was plenty of cum to go around and it was also being used to slick up his hand, allowing an easy glide over the voluptuous, meaty nuts. 

Trailing down and stopping at the base, Rumble tightened his grip and waggled the fat meat, moaning as he smacked it against his own face, smearing more cum and musk onto himself. Pulling back caused the foreskin to peel back, exposing the even darker cockhead that was back to leaking so soon. That rich reek bombarded his senses all over again. How quickly he had grown to love it and need more of it. 

Perfectly timed with the next downward tug, Rumble smacked the cocktip to his tongue and cleanly pushed his mouth further. Both slow yet all too eager, Rumble was stuffing the gorilla’s maleness into his maw, guiding it over his rough tongue and towards the start of his throat.
Licking and sucking sounds were produced along with heavy groans of pleasure. Running a hand down his chest, over his stomach, Maurice resisted the urge to thrust and stuff the rest down on one go. 

There was a brief pause but all it took was another push and both were groaning. Powering through the expansion of his windpipe, dutifully sliding the long and thick meat further down, Rumble swallowed it down while feeling the hard pulses directly against his oral walls.

Maurice hadn’t expected the sudden entry into the silky smooth passage.  What really impressed him was how easily Rumble was taking it. Hardly gagging, the big blue feline was already nursing on the girth, sucking the cum and remaining sweat from it. While his throat was handling the tip and what lay beyond it, Rumble’s tongue was dragging and grinding against everything it could reach. “Grrh... Could have given a little warning. Fuck, you’re swallowing it like water.” 

A harder pulse led to a thick splash of precum that was quickly swallowed and pulled down into Rumble’s stomach. The taste of it was so rich that his efforts were doubling without him realizing. His body just seemed to want more of it, propelling him to lick and suck harder. It wasn’t just the taste and smell but also those moans that were coming from Maurice, all of them were fueling him and leaving him wanting more at the same time. 

“You’re killing me...” Maurice groaned. The throbs of his dick were becoming all the stronger. More precum was being fed to the kneeling male, all coming from his balls that were churning all the harder. Both hands were on his sack now and they were constantly massaging, kneading, and juggling. When a gush of fluid would come Rumble would always swallow, not letting a drop spill if he could help it. 

“Just let it in already!” Unable to withstand what he perceived as teasing any longer, Maurice slammed a hand down on Rumble’s head, shoving the cougar’s mouth down on the rest of his cock. He finally got that gag that he wanted to hear, followed by a muffled moan as Rumble’s nose was pressed firmly to the primate’s muggy pubes. Deep breaths filled the fighter’s lungs with dank, manly musk. A final willing push got the entirety stuffed past his lips; all throbbing and leaking far down into his bulged esophagus. 

That heavy hand stayed there, keeping Rumble’s head in place as the thrusting started. Moans turned into hefty grunts as the ape rocked his big bulky hips. Pulling out, shoving its way back in. A rhythm was quickly established, consisting of rough pulls backwards and hard slams forwards. Spearing its way down, Maurice’s shaft was sliding against the hot, slick surfaces. He was back in control, maneuvering the blue puma in any way that he saw fit. In return Rumble was slurping and sucking as best he could, shuddering from the frequent expanding of his windpipe. 

Filling the room were the sounds of Rumble’s throat being used as a sleeve. Sloppy wet noises of various kinds came from the puma as he kept a suction hold on the throat-filler. A meaty thump would also be heard when the thrust came, being the gorilla’s balls coming to a crashing stop against Rumble’s chin. 

Rumble’s own range of movement was being further restricted as Maurice was holding his head, moving it along while also thrusting past his lips, controlling how many inches he was taking at once and how hard they were being shoved in. Eyes lidded, more soft moans coming from him, Rumble resigned himself to doing what he could. He put more focus into moving his tongue all over, pressing and rubbing it all over the thick dick.

“You’re going at it like a dick-starving bitch in heat!” Maurice rumbled deeply, thrusting at an increased speed and with enough force to force out more gags. Rumble felt the whole of his mouth becoming glazed in layers of the hot, musky stuff. It was even coating the outside of his muzzle, splattering onto his nose when the next hard crotch-to-snout thrust came. 

Over his tongue and in his throat, Rumble could feel it all pulsing all the harder. The precum was being released with greater force, spraying either down into his stomach or to the very back of his mouth when the tip was pulled back. He could feel the balls stirring with greater fervor as well. Rubbing them even harder was making greater amounts of precum jet out. It already took big mouthfuls to handle the amount that came out before. When the next rush came, Rumble found his mouth filled in an instant. Failing to swallow hard and fast enough, the cougar felt the excess leaking heavily from the corners of his fur. It was leaking down his chin, onto his chest and stomach, marking more of his body in the ‘rilla’s strong scent. 

“Better take a deep breath! Bout to flood that muzz!” Maurice was suddenly jackhammering his dick into the squeezing passage, getting all he could from it before his body tensed. 

Fat as a cannon barrel and firing like one, Maurice’s cock was blasting ropes of dense, creamy, and strong tasting jizz. It was as if the floodgates had opened. One strong throb led to another and Rumble found himself swallowing the even hotter and heavier loads. This time he couldn’t hope to keep it all contained. Even after cumming so much on his couch, the ape was showing that he had so much more to give. 

It just kept coming and Maurice’s hand kept him pushed down. “Swallow..! Swallow, bitch!” 

Rumble did just that but his stomach was quickly running out of room. From then on every throb came with more cum being shot and the further expanding of Rumble’s previously flat and sculpted stomach. Bloating his gut, making his abs disappear, the gorilla’s rich spunk was all rushing into the groaning feline. 

Every drop was given to him, whether or not he was ready for it, and all it went into his stomach. Feeling that he was already pushed past his limits, Rumble attempted to pull himself off but Maurice’s strong hand kept him right where he was. 

“No running. You’re gonna drink your milk like a good kitty!” Maurice thrust into the maw and groaned out again. There was another rush, even stronger than before. The ape’s dick swelled, spreading the oral walls even further before the deluge of syrupy ball-sludge was unloaded with the power of a busted open fire hydrant. Now Rumble was really starting to gag and choke but Maurice wasn’t budging. His head was kept pinned between the ape’s crotch and his hand. 

Rumble shook and felt a sudden burst of pleasure. Everything was a haze for him. The pulsing between his legs; it took him a bit of time to realize that he was cumming, shooting his loads onto the floor that was already a mess from the excess that was cascading from his bloated cheeks. Everything was a mess. The living room, Rumble’s front side and Maurice’s balls were soaked in their own contents. 

“Fuuuuccck yeaahhh...” Maurice casually wrenched his dick from Rumble’s mouth, shooting the last of his musky spunk onto the panting cat’s face, ensuring that every part of the blue furred puma’s front side was marked. “Oh fuck me... You’ve got some  A1 dick sucking skills...” 

“Ahh... Uh, thanks...” Rumble responded with a slurred tone. He had swallowed the last of his load, still on his knees while Maurice was already sitting his bare musky ass on the half of the couch that hadn’t been basted in his splooge. Everything felt hot and heavy. His head was spinning and the lingering stink of ape made it hard for him to properly think...




Maurice gripped the barbell tightly, his muscles straining as he pushed himself to lift more weight than he ever had before. He was already dripping with sweat, his breaking heavy and labored, but he didn’t let up. All of this was for a purpose. Not just for himself, but also for Rumble. 

“Come on, Maurice,” you got this,” he muttered under his breath, gritting his teeth as he pushed the weight up and over his head. His spotter was ready in case anything goes south but the ape had a good feeling about this one. ‘You’re the strongest motherfucker in this gym.’ He pumped himself up as he started to do his reps, keeping his form steady with no signs of trouble. 

He knew what he wanted and he was going to go after it with full force. And what he wanted right now was to stay at Rumble’s place for as long as possible. Even though he had enough money to move out for good, the gorilla had already made up his mind. 

Three days ago they had taken things to the next level and it had been incredible. In Maurice’s mind that was already step one and step two had already been achieved in the process. Not only was Rumble a very good fuck but he was already hooked, all too willing for more of his taste, smell, and everything else. In his mind the gorilla could already see the feline down on his knees again, and the moans and sighs were so vivid, as if Rumble was really between his legs. This fantasy was making Maurice plump up a bit below the waist but he ignored that and kept pumping the clanking iron. 

Rumble was kind hearted, polite, and a bit of a pushover. That much was obvious. He had seen it on the way that Rumble let him leave his stuff all over the apartment, never once complaining or asking him to clean up after himself. Whether it be wrappers, dirty dishes, or his unclean clothes, the feline put up with it all. 

‘[i]He’s perfect,[/i]’ Maurice thought. His spotter was counting each rep and Maurice realized that he was close to beating his own personal record. ‘You’ve got this shit!’ 

Keeping at it, watching the bar go down and come back up, Maurice felt his muscles straining and sweat was soaking into his black fur. But he kept going. After all, the sweatier he was the better it would be. There wasn’t any sort of celebration from him when the record was surpassed. He just kept pumping the iron until he couldn’t anymore, finally racking it with a heavy clang. 

After fistbumping his spotter, Maurice stood up and flexed his muscles once he was in front of a mirror. He could see others admiring him but they wouldn’t be getting any. Everything was being saved for someone special, all of it was going to be used to his advantage. 

While Maurice went to work and the gym as usual, Rumble was spending most of his time cleaning. His living room had been a mess after the rimming and blowjob; he made the foolish mistake of going to sleep instead of cleaning right then and there. Gorilla cum had dried and fused itself to the half of the couch. It was stuck to the carpet as well. Its heavy smell was everywhere. 

Bit by bit he took on the task of cleaning this mess. The couch was scrubbed meticulously, not helped by Maurice still using it as a bed. With no proper way to clean the cushions, Rumble had to take them to a laundromat. No amount of acting casually was going to make others not notice the large, obvious splotches of white against the dark colored fabric. 

Those next three days were spent cleaning and cleaning even more. Even after the couch was done, Rumble still had the floor to do, both the hard floor and the carpet. He was on his hands and knees, scrubbing out the last of the stubborn stains by hand. Even though it had been 72 hours, the images, sounds, and tastes of what happened between him and Maurice were still so vivid. Maurice had wreaked havoc on the living room and Rumble was already finding another mess. Eventually he was able to stand up and look around the clean living room that smelled of fresh pine instead of dank ape jizz. 

The task of erasing any evidence of their raunchy escapade had been a job all in itself. The living room was spotless, save for the mess of Maurice’s clothes that had been tossed into a corner that very morning. Rumble sighed as he looked at them, knowing that it was time to have a difficult conversation. 

It was time for Maurice to go. 

Just as he made up his mind the front door opened and Maurice walked in as if this was his own home, wearing a huge grin on his face. “Yo, Rumble!” he called out, his voice booming through the apartment. “Guess what? I just broke my personal record at the gym!” 

Rumble steeled himself, determined to have this serious situation no matter the consequences. “Maurice. I need to talk to you,” he said, keeping his gaze and tone firm. 

But Maurice was already tossing his gym bag to the side and pulling off his tank top. “Later man,” the ape said while walking past the standing feline. “I didn’t get the chance to shower there, and I was hoping you could help me out with that.” 

Rumble hesitated, torn between his desire to assert himself and his weakness for Maurice’s charms. The gorilla was sitting himself down on the couch that had just been cleaned. That made Rumble find his voice but before he could speak a word, Maurice started to pull down his shorts. It was down smoothly, casually, but still had an unspoken flair that made the cougar pause and watch. With the dropping of the gorilla’s shorts came from the flopping free of his huge, throbbing dark member. 

The feline’s resolve crumbled at the sight of it and the rich smell of fresh sweat and gym musk wasn’t helping him either. Before he knew it, he was down on his knees in front of the bigger male, inhaling the rich, intoxicating scent directly from its source. 

“I knew you couldn’t resist,” Maurice said, his words having a deeper meaning than Rumble realized. 

Rumble reached a hand out, taking hold of the thick hot primate meat. Maurice grinned even more when his cock was gripped firmly. Warmth was radiating from the feline’s hand. Having his muzzle in close, he was taking deep breaths of the fresh piping musk. He could see and feel the wetness that saturated the black furred and skinned flesh.

Yet another coating of sweat on top of sweat, Maurice’s stink was entirely too intoxicating, hitting all the right nerves in the puma’s nose. Pulling his hand up pulled the foreskin up too, making the wide tip disappear. Pulling back down brought it back down again, shimmering even more from the sweat that had been inside of the dark folds. 

“You’ve got the place cleaned up real nice, Blue,” Maurice said while looking around. The messes had all been cleaned up and the couch was all silky and stain-free if not counting the ape sweat that was sinking into it right now. The stroking was simple but effective, keeping the gorilla groaning. Blood was still flowing into his 13-incher, its firmness increasing with every throb. Rumble’s eyes were laser focused on his dick, raising and lowering in perfect time with his foreskin being moved. 

‘[i]Maybe I can tell him after,[/i]’ Rumble said to himself. Things were heating up: precum was oozing from the opening, beading into a fat dot until its own weight brought it sliding down the shaft’s underside. Rumble’s moving fingers made contact with the trickling fluid, smearing it all over the appendage it came from. He heard Maurice’s deeper breaths and felt the throbs strengthening. 

Keeping this up got the puma’s hand all the messier with thick and musky precum. Breathing in its cloying aroma was making Rumble feel parched. All of a sudden his mouth was dry but he was also salivating. For just a moment he considered and then decided to open his mouth while leaning in even closer. Maurice said nothing, just watching as the other anthro had his nose just in front of his balls, so close that the puffs of warm breath were making his sack stir. 

The feline moaned, watching as the sack kept tensing, his nostrils flaring in time with every deep inhale. The earthy funk of ball musk set itself deep in his olfactory, keeping itself there. His nose got a bit underneath, pushing up on the heavy sack, making the balls spread and cover nearly the whole of his nose. Of course the only thing that he could smell was pure ‘rilla ball musk, days’ worth of buildup, flooding his lungs with every intake of oxygen. 

“That kinda tickles,” Maurice said, his cock hanging downwards from its own weight, throbbing on top of the big cat’s forehead. Leaking more precum into his blue shaded pelt. Keeping his nose under the ape’s balls, Rumble was purring deeply, his eyes half closed as he kept his nose and lungs full of the fresh sweat-stink. 

Easing back, watching the balls bounce and swing, Rumble’s eyes drifted all the way up to meet Maurice’s. The gorilla smirked and pushed his big hand onto the other anthro’s face, holding it back. “You’re hungry for it this time,” Maurice’s chest shook as he chuckled. “Tell me what you like.” 

“I like your musk. Your sweaty dick and balls. They just smell so good...” Rumble spoke without hesitation, meaning every word. The hand was pulled from his face, meaning he was able to lean in again. Doing so with his mouth open this time, Rumble went right for the sack again, using his tongue to maneuver one of the big meaty balls into his mouth. The rest of the sack was hanging out as the cat started shamelessly sucking. 

Maurice sank into the couch, groaning from the mouth that was lavishing one of his balls. Sucking and licking at the same time, giving it complete attention. Maurice’s cock was throbbing harder, spurting more precum that soaked into the puma’s fur, leaking downwards. The thick sphere was churning and tensing against the feline’s rough tongue. With his free hand, Rumble gave the other ball attention, rubbing and caressing, slowly pushing it towards his muzzle. Opening it wider while keeping the mouth movements going, Maurice realized that Rumble was trying to stuff both in there. 

“Go for it then!” he gave encouragement, watching with his legs spread wider. 

Fueled by the words, Rumble used a bit of force and care to stuff the other one in, making his mouth feel full. Bulging outwards were his cheeks when he carefully closed his mouth around the entire bulgy sack. His tongue was sliding all over both with the same amount of passion, touching every single part that he could find, suddenly having a lot of salty sweat available to him. 

Rumble was over the moon, taking the task of tongue bathing the ape’s balls very seriously. The more he licked, the more the shaft lying on his face throbbed and leaked. He was hungry for it, only able to focus on the musk, pulsing, and precum. Maurice looked down and saw the raw lust in his eyes. The bigger male was looking down at him, also having a unique expression. Maurice wanted to see just what Rumble was going to do. Aside from their groans, the only sounds heard within the living room were the big cat’s slurps and sucks. 

“Rrgh! Are you trying to swallow them?” Maurice asked, closing an eye from the pulling on his balls. Rumble was sucking harder, running his tongue all over in a brisk pace, drawing wide circles while keeping the rough surface pressed to the musky spheres. The pleasure nearly doubled from him. Rumble was using the whole of his mouth to worship the gorilla’s balls, using his hands to further tease the bigger male. 

A gasp was forced from Maurice when he felt the very back of his balls being stroked by a single finger. At the same time Rumble’s other hand was teasing the large ape’s taint, also stroking back and forth. This was something that the freeloader never expected. It wasn’t just the touching of his taint but the way it was being touched. Rumble was prodding and rubbing the right spots, making his sack clench all the tighter. He had to focus on not snapping his legs closed while Rumble was in between them. 

“I should have assumed you would be all over them. You’re a greedy slut for all of that musk and sweat,” Maurice said, relishing the tongue that swept all over his spheres. His cock was throbbing on top of the feline’s face, dripping precum and more sweat onto the blue toned pelt. He could see Rumble’s eyes from underneath his thick prick, observing the expression of lasting need. Moans and sucks never stopped coming from him, just as that tongue kept moving all over, their strokes speeding up. 

“Hrrgh! You really want it bad. I think...ugh...you’re gonna make me nut just from this!” Maurice grunted, his cock letting out another fat stream of musky precum. 

Maurice’s hand came down and began to push, shoving Rumble’s head off, forcing his balls from the wet and warm maw with a loud ‘pop’ and splatter of saliva. The taste of gorilla ball-sweat and the strength of its musk was stuck to Rumble’s senses, clinging hard without relent. 

“Don’t worry. You’re gonna get that load. But you’ve still got some work to do,” Maurice kept the grip on Rumble’s head with one hand. The other was used to waggle his fat cock, slapping it against the puma’s face. The chin, cheeks, and lips were all getting slathered from the precum that kept oozing out in large amounts. He still felt close to his climax, his balls tensing repeatedly. 

“You’re not gonna get it though, until you tell me what you want!” Maurice demanded with a toothy grin. 

“I...” Rumble’s mouth suddenly felt dry, his cheeks heating up from the embarrassment that welled up. “I want your cum!” 

“Is that all?” Maurice pulled his cock away, easing his hand off. “You gotta do better than that. Come on, let me know how you really feel!” 

“I need it! Please, please give me your cum! I need all of your loads! In my mouth and all over my face! Just mark me with your thick, musky jizz!” The words just spilled out from Rumble. It was easier than he expected to voice his inner desires. It was both embarrassing but also liberating and Maurice looked satisfied. 

Taking hold of his cock again, the huge ape stroked furiously, grunting deeply and ‘ooking’ from the quick rise and arrival of his climax finally. His dick swelled right in front of the kneeling big cat’s face. Knowing what was coming his way, Rumble braced himself, opening his mouth wider. From Maurice came a deep reverberating moan, coming just before the first gush of cum. 

Shot out with so much power behind it, the jizz was blasted right into Rumble’s awaiting mouth. It’s taste struck the feline’s taste buds immediately, shocking them even more than the sweat had. Rumble was desperate for it; the flavor and heavy coating on his tongue caused him to shoot his own cum. Shaking from the rush, he felt his cock pulsing and shooting into his shorts, soaking the fabric from the inside-out. 

The next jet was another strong one. Another followed, and then another and another. His balls’ contents just kept coming, delivered near steaming hot. 

Rumble didn’t dwell on his own climax, leaning forwards with his open mouth to catch as much seed as he could. To do this, he wrapped his lips around the swelled cockhead, moaning as he felt it shooting directly into his maw. The force of each blast hadn’t lessened, making him groan when cum was splattering against the back of his throat. 

Coming down from his high, Rumble was able to focus on the rich flavor of the gorilla’s spunk. There was so much of it still coming out, pumping his mouth full with each pulse. Even swallowing as much and as fast as he could did little to keep his cheeks from bulging outwards. Maurice’s balls kept clenching and pumping jizz through his cock, leaving Rumble to take it all and he lost count of how many loads had been swallowed.

Mouth filled up yet again, Rumble was ready to swallow but his head was pushed off by Maurice’s hand again. A gargled moan was forced from him, drowned out by the ape groaning and tugging his cock again, coaxing out more jizz that was shooting all over the other male’s face. 

“You wanted this shit! So you’re taking all of it like a good slut!” Maurice  huffed as he swayed his cock a bit, purposely painting different sections of Rumble’s face, marking his neck, cheeks, and in between his eyes. All of the blasts were huge, heavy, and hot, sinking into his pelt due to their weight. Also clinging to him were its grizzly aroma, marking him in the other male’s scent. 

Still pumping away, Maurice was giving all he could, further coating the smaller male’s face. The force behind these splurts were only just starting to weaken until the gorilla sighed deeply, squeezing out the last fat ooze of his ape batter, making sure it too fell onto Rumble’s jizz-soaked pelt, thoroughly ruined by multiple layers. 

“I’ve never seen anyone so desperate for my nut,” Maurice groaned, his cock deflating only somewhat, letting it fall back onto Rumble’s face with a messy splatter. Chuckling, groaning a bit, he rocked his hips, grinding the length over the bridge of Rumble’s face, right in between the eyes, really rubbing the spunk into the fur. 

“Fuck, now I gotta piss...” Maurice huffed, pulling his cock back. He also reached out again, gripping the cum-coated face. Without asking if Rumble wanted it or even if he was ready, he relaxed himself. His cock twitched and from the tip came a slow trickle that ran right between Rumble’s eyes. “Since your face is already a mess, I figured you wouldn’t mind this...” He grunted, strengthening and fattening the stream, pissing right onto the blue fur. 

Maurice gripped and aimed his cock lower, pouring his strong tasting and smelling piss into the cougar’s mouth. Rumble didn’t resist this, keeping his muzzle open and even wrapping his lips around the tip again when it was brought close enough. Maurice grinned and freely pissed, leaving Rumble to endure the taste and swallow hard from the amount that quickly filled his entire mouth open. 

“Yeah, swallow that shit down,” Maurice said. Rumble looked up at him with a single non-coated eye, letting out a muffled moan. While swallowing he suckled on the cockhead, siphoning the flavors of sweat and cum, mixing them with the piss that heavily marked his tongue. The sounds of his gulps were loud and so was the pissing, heard even though his lips were sealed around the head. 

Swallowing over and over again, Rumble was savoring all of it with a dirty thrill. This was something completely new for him. He should have been disgusted but instead he wanted more and was acting to keep every drop that he could from spilling. 

Maurice was still sitting back on the couch, further relaxing from the pleasure of draining his bladder. Right after cumming the need to relieve himself struck him right away. This feeling was made even better by Rumble sucking and moving his tongue at the same time. Intensified tingles were racing through him. Just as he had a lot of cum to give, the gorilla’s urination continued for what had to be minutes before it weakened. 

By then Rumble’s stomach was feeling hot and heavy, the last of the piss was gulped own, joining the huge loads. Maurice pulled his tip from his mouth, letting the last of his piss spurts drizzle all over Rumble’s face, adding to the cum that slathered his face.

“Hehe, that’s a pretty good look for you, Blue.” Pulling his cock away completely, letting it hang between his legs, Maurice continued to sit, letting his afterglow set in while Rumble was left a complete mess. He needed to get himself cleaned up but at least the house was spared. Getting up onto shaky feet, the feline went to the bathroom to take a shower, hoping the stink of gorilla wouldn’t stick to him too much…

When Rumble was gone, Maurice smirked. The conversation was avoided for the time being and he now knew how to keep Rumble distracted and wrapped around his finger. Getting that cat hooked on his musk and cock...he could get Rumble to put up with him for much, much longer...