At a table with about ten people, a beautiful young lioness filled the glass of one of her guests with wine and sat down again. The plates were overflowing with homemade food, the people were dressed casually, and everyone was between the ages of nineteen and twenty-seven. Carla, the owner of the apartment, was celebrating her birthday and had invited all her friends and a couple of co-workers. Her boyfriend Tomas, a huge black furred wolf who looked like something out of a college jock magazine, had helped her organize the feast.

"Marcos, I'm so glad you could make it," the birthday girl expressed, smiling at one of her guests.

Marcos was a tiger of medium height, obese, with white fur and orange hair, glasses, and twenty-seven years old. He was a childhood friend of Carla's, they had grown up together, and although their lives had taken very different directions, they were still relatively close.

"Thank you for inviting me, Carla. I was lucky to get all my work done in time, for a second there I thought I wouldn't be able to come," the feline said.

"What are you working on?" asked Tomas, before taking a long drink from his glass.

The tiger swallowed a piece of meat he was chewing and wiped his lips, cleared his throat and replied, "I'm a computer technician, I work for a cooperative on the other side of town. What about you?"

"Oh! No, I don't work, I'm in graphic design school, I just turned nineteen and luckily my parents are being quite supportive," the canine explained.

"Ah! Very good choice, they're always looking for designers... you just have to be careful with certain companies that are on the lookout for young employees to exploit," the feline replied.

"I told Tomas to be careful, most of the designers I know are gay, and I wouldn't want my beloved boyfriend to go around chasing other men," the lioness teased, as she refilled her glass again.

"Very funny, my dear! Just because the only designers you know are my husband and I, doesn't make the vast majority of them gay!" replied a very feminine voiced stag who was sitting at the other end of the table, and was wearing a wedding ring that matched the one on a cougar sitting next to him.

"I'm sorry, Jordan, but I'm just going by the reality around me," laughed the birthday girl.

Marcos blushed at the conversation and laughter that went around the table, he glanced randomly among the guests and his eyes were met with those of the young black furred wolf, who returned his gaze as the male flashed a mischievous grin.

The evening passed peacefully, after dinner they ate cake, then played some group games and at about one in the morning everyone started to leave. But when the chubby tiger went to grab his jacket, the lioness stopped him and invited him to stay for the night. Carla knew that her friend lived quite far away and did not mind offering him a place to crash.

The feline prepared a big bowl of popcorn, took out a huge blanket from one of her closets, chose a movie and the three of them settled on the sofa in front of the TV.

Halfway through the movie, a snore caught the tiger's attention, his friend, who was at the other end of the couch, had fallen completely asleep as was her habit. Marcos turned his attention back to the movie until a hand landed on his leg and immediately moved up to his crotch, grabbing the bulge in his pants, causing the feline to stifle a groan and turn his head to look at the only other person still awake besides him.

The canine's steady gaze filled the tiger with doubt, who despite the strange situation, remained silent as his belt buckle jingled, followed by the purr of the zipper, the soft hand resting on his pubic hair, the young male's fingers encircling his rapidly rising flaccid penis.

Marcos had never felt the touch of another man, despite secretly seeking it for years and trying through those dating apps, he had never gotten another male to pay attention to him; maybe he was looking in the wrong place, but the fact that he was an obese, low income, almost thirty year old tiger tormented the feline and covered him with a cloak of insecurity.

Tomas simply smiled at the feline, who was showing confusion on his face and looked somewhat agitated, and continued to masturbate him as his hand slowly moistened with precum, not at all concerned about his girlfriend's proximity.

With his free hand, the wolf signaled Marcos to bring his ear closer, who was quick to lean carefully towards him, allowing Tomas to whisper, "You can grab mine if you want..."

"I-I... No... It's okay..." stammered the tiger at those words, completely blushing.

"Easy... let me help you," replied the lupine calmly, grabbing the other male's trembling hand and bringing it down to the bulge between his legs, slowly unzipping his pants and exposing his penis.

Marcos swallowed saliva, looked the young canine in the eyes again, averted his gaze to the TV, and grabbed the wolf's penis that was barely peeking out of its sheath, slowly moving it up and down.

"That's it...you're doing good, buddy. You can do it a little faster, don't be afraid of it, it's just a cock," Tomas whispered again, as he stroked the tiger's penis barbs with his fingers.

The feline closed his eyes for a moment and sighed, his mind was barely processing everything that was going on. He was being intimate with his best friend's boyfriend, an extremely handsome young man whom he had just met, but...that firm hand around his penis felt so good.

"You like this, big guy? This is the first time I've ever touched a feline cock, those barbs feel so strange," Tomas chuckled under his breath.

Marcos simply nodded as he moved his hips upward, enjoying the other male's touch, without stopping masturbating that strange canine penis, already fully erect, dripping, and with a small bulge at its base that was slowly increasing in size.

"It's also my first time touching a wolf..." admitted the tiger, trying to contain his excitement.

"Fuck... You're such a cute, big guy," the wolf said, biting his lip as he smiled.

"Cute..." repeated Marcos, a second before gritting his teeth and ejaculating, shooting three copious streams of spunk, soaking the young canine's hand, his own underwear and his belly.

Tomas grinned wickedly as he felt the tiger's penis pulse in his hand. When the feline's member calmed down, the wolf's hand came out from under the blanket covering them, holding a good amount of the viscous white still-warm liquid, and without hesitation, the canine popped it into his mouth, savoring it for a moment before swallowing it.

Seeing this, Marcos' temperature rose again, his chest rose and fell, he felt sweat running down his back and the back of his neck, he looked like he was in the middle of summer after running a marathon.

"Hmm... quite salty and somewhat bitter, I like it," Tomas exclaimed, smiling mischievously at the chubby male next to him.

Marcos smiled coyly, before looking down at the large bulge in the blanket in the area where the wolf's penis still remained hard, still being uncomfortably masturbated by his hand.

"Don't worry, let me help you," the canine said, bringing one of his hands to his cock to assist the flimsy movement Marcos was making.

The canine's fully erect penis was of impressive size, possibly twice the size of the tiger's penis, giving him enough room to be grasped by both hands at the same time. With the young canine's power, the masturbation picked up the speed it had lost a few seconds ago, leading to the long red rocket beginning to make small spontaneous bounces.

"Quick... put your other hand on the tip or I'll make a mess on the blanket," Tomas whispered, agitated and never ceasing to ferociously move his hand.

Marcos' eyes widened before he nodded and hurriedly tucked his other hand under the blanket, covering the pointed canine glans with his palm as if it were an umbrella. A second later, a powerful jet of lupine seed impacted at full speed against the tiger's palm, followed by six more shots of equal force.

When Tomas finished ejaculating, the feline withdrew his hand and stared in surprise at the small lagoon of canine jizz that he held as if it were a precious treasure.

"Don't you want to taste it?" the wolf asked, smiling at the other male.

The tiger stared at his hand after hearing the young canine's words, not knowing what to respond or do.

"Easy, I got this," Tomas said calmly, taking the tiger's hand and bringing it up to his muzzle to lick his own semen as he smiled and stared at Marcos.

The sensation of the broad tongue vigorously swiping across his palm made the tiger moan, enjoying that new, unselfish sensation that filled his chest with an intimate warmth he had never experienced before.

When Tomas finished cleaning Marcos' hand, he tugged on the big cat's arm, who barely put up any resistance, causing him to tilt his muzzle to his and, before the tiger could react, the wolf kissed him, thrusting his thick tongue into the feline's maw, sharing with him some of the semen that Tomas had not swallowed yet.

Marcos' legs trembled again, his head clouded from his first kiss, the warm fur of the canine's soft tongue soaked with the young male's thick semen, bringing a light, rich salty taste that slowly trickled down his throat with each movement both tongues made.

When the movie titles finished showing on the screen and the interface returned to content selection, Tomas ended the kiss, smiled at the tiger and, without saying a single word to him, turned his back and hugged the lioness.

The feline put away his penis, zipped up his pants again and settled back on the couch. Silently, the tiger stared at the big TV screen without paying attention to what he was seeing, vaguely thinking about what had just happened.

***********

The next morning, a strong aroma of freshly brewed coffee flooded Marcos' nose, who slowly opened his eyes to find his dear friend holding a large cup in her hands.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," said Carla, offering the cup of coffee to the other feline.

"Good morning... What time is it?" asked the tiger, grabbing the mug with both hands and slowly bringing it to his muzzle to take a sip.

"Almost ten. Did you sleep well?" asked the female, sitting down on the couch next to her friend.

"Yes...your new apartment is very comfortable," Marcos answered as he looked at the black liquid in the cup.

"Thanks, despite the price I was very lucky," Carla added.

"And the place is very quiet, I don't remember hearing an alarm all night," the male thought aloud.

"Marcos, tell me... What do you think of Tomas?" asked the lioness with a slight tone of nervousness.

The other feline's eyes widened, his breathing quickened, and he almost spit out his coffee. Tomas? What Tomas? The guy you're dating and with whom we masturbated the night before while you slept just inches away from us?

"He seems like a nice guy to me! He's pretty fun and full of energy," Marcos exclaimed, faking a smile.

"Whew... I'm glad someone else sees him the way I do. And what do you think about the age difference?" the woman asked again.

"Look... If it were our generation, I'd tell you to be careful... But young people today have a completely different concept of relationships," the tiger explained, not daring to look her friend in the eye.

"That's true... Maybe I'm worrying for nothing. Although...sometimes I feel like we're on a different frequency," Carla replied, somewhat disgruntled.

"Well...I guess that's normal, isn't it?" Marcos thought out loud.

In that instant, Tomas came out of the bathroom, his fur damp and covered only by a towel. The lupine walked over to the couch and put his hand on the tiger's shoulder as he leaned over to kiss the lioness on the lips, then looked at the other feline and greeted him, patting him on the back.

"Good morning, Marcos. I thought you'd wake up for lunch," the wolf said in a teasing tone.

"I woke him up with my coffee," Carla clarified, smiling.

"Good morning," the tiger murmured, blushing slightly at the sight of the other nearly naked male as scenes from the previous night came back to his mind.

"Honey where did my black shorts go?" asked Tomas to his girlfriend.

"Hmm...I think I put them away with the summer clothes, why?" returned Carla's question.

"I ran out of clean boxers, so I'll wear those while I wash my underwear," explained the lupine.

"Well, wait a minute, I'll go get them," said the lioness, heading toward her room.

As soon as Carla left the room, Tomas stood in front of the tiger and opened his towel. In front of Marcos a sea of black fur unfolded before his eyes, lightly covering the hard-working muscles the young adult had on his arms, legs and abdomen, a pair of hairy testicles dropping beneath a sheath from which a small red tip peeked out.

"As black as your coffee," said the wolf in a low voice, smiling at the feline.

"C-Cover yourself! What the fuck are you doing?" stammered Marcos, completely terrified by the other male's recklessness.

"Easy, big guy, Carla's got her closet all messed up so it's going to be a while before she gets back," the young canine explained, sitting down next to his guest.

"This is crazy... Why are you doing this?" the tiger asked, clutching his head and trying not to look at the naked male next to him.

"You look so cute when you freak out... Marcos, I'm going to be honest with you, I quite like you and ever since I saw you last night that I can't get you out of my head," the wolf admitted.

"T-Thank you...you seem very cute to me too, plus you're the first man to notice me in a long time...although this doesn't seem right to me," the tiger replied with a deep regret in his chest.

"I know males like you well: always helpful, quiet, shy, always walking a line that hardly anyone respects. I'm not going to tell you what's right or wrong, but I'll remind you that once in a while people like you deserve to take the risky chances that come their way," the canine developed.

"I... " Marcos tried to reply but was quickly interrupted by Tomas' lips, who didn't hesitate to plunge his thick tongue into the feline's maw, holding him by the shoulders to keep him against the couch in case he wanted to escape.

Despite the great feeling he was experiencing, the tiger quickly woke up from his reverie, grabbed the young male with his thick hands and threw him to the floor.

"Stop...Please stop..." begged Marcos, panting and teary-eyed.

Tomas remained sitting where he had fallen, staring at the feline in surprise, not knowing what to say. "But if I...!" exclaimed the canine, who upon seeing the tears on the other male's face decided to stop and mumble, "I'm sorry..."

When Carla returned to the living room with the shorts her boyfriend had asked for, both males were silent and at a safe distance from each other. Tomas smiled at the lioness, took the shorts and left to change.

"Did something happen?" the female asked, somewhat worried when she saw her friend's face.

"No... nothing. I'm still sleepy," replied the tiger.

"I get you, I feel like a zombie first thing in the morning too," Carla laughed.

"I'm surprised you have a hard time starting your day with how strong you make your coffee," Marcos replied, laughing before taking another sip from the cup.

"It can wake you up or put a hole in your bladder, fifty-fifty!" assured Carla.

Tomas reappeared in the room, now fully dressed and perfumed, he put his wallet in his pocket and walked over to the couch.

"Love, why don't we invite Marcos to come with us?" asked the wolf to his girlfriend.

The lioness nodded at the young male's words and then turned excitedly to the other feline. "Come with us to the mall. Tomas wanted to buy some clothes and I wanted to buy some polishes for my nails," the female explained.

"Hmm...I don't know...I think I should go home," the tiger replied.

" Marcos, please...it's my birthday, you owe me," Carla pressed.

The chubby feline grunted and then said, sighing: "Okay...I'll join you."

"Perfect!" the lioness celebrated.

Tomas gave a discreet smile at the other male's response and went to get his car keys as the others prepared to leave.

The trip to the mall was quite silent, Carla spent her time texting on her cell phone, while Marcos, from the back seat, was dedicated to watching the road without focusing on anything specific. On the other hand, while Tomas was driving, he took advantage of every traffic light to look at the tiger through the rearview mirror, trying to catch his gaze to ask for a silent apology.

As the three of them got out of the car, in the parking lot, the wolf's cell phone began to ring, which, before answering, he said to his two companions: "Go ahead, it's my mother so it will probably take me a while."

Leaving the young male in the parking lot, Marcos and Carla entered the mall and, a few stores away from the entrance, they met another of the guests who had attended the previous night's dinner: a bull named Alex, the same age as Carla.

"Hi, guys!" the bovine greeted, raising his meaty hand.

"Hi, big guy," the lioness replied, approaching the huge male and giving him a kiss on the lips.

The tiger's eyes grew wide as the two expressed their affection in public, with excessive tongue and groping. When the feline realized her friend's reaction, she broke away from the bovine and approached Marcos.

"Honey, give me a moment. Marcos, let's walk," the female said to Alex before grabbing the tiger's arm and walking away with him.

"Carla...what was that?" asked the feline, a bit confused and uncomfortable.

"Do you remember what we talked about regarding Tomas' age?" the lioness began.

"Yes...I thought there was no problem regarding the age difference," murmured Marcos.

"Well...I thought so at first, but a few months ago I realized that this is not what I want, I need to be with someone my age, like you or Alex," Carla continued to explain.

"But...Why don't you break up with Tomas then?" asked the tiger, trying to understand what her friend was feeling and offering her a simple solution.

"It's not that simple, Marcos. Tomas lives with me, besides I can't just break up with him like that..." excused the female.

"Carla, this is not right... What if Tomas is also living the same thing but he's staying with you so as not to hurt you?" continued Marcos, keeping in mind in his head what had happened the night before.

"Relax...I'll tell him soon, I'm just working up the courage," the lioness replied.

"For two months?" growled the tiger.

"It will be soon, I promise..." assured Carla, and immediately pulled out her phone to read a new message and said to her friend, "Look, Tomas is already free, he's waiting for us at the fountain by the food court."

"Well...Let's go then," sighed the male.

"No, I...I'll go for a walk with Alex. Go with Tomas, please," the lioness pleaded.

Marcos stared at her friend for a moment before replying, "Okay."

The two friends said their goodbyes and the tiger made his way toward the beautiful fountain that adorned one of the mall's entrances. On one of the nearby benches, a young wolf with completely black and silky fur waited solitary, entertaining himself with his phone.

"Hello..." said Marcos, approaching the canine.

Tomas took his eyes off the phone and was shocked to see the feline's face, replying, "I thought you'd never speak to me again..."

"No...Look..." the tiger tried to explain before being interrupted by the young man.

"I'm sorry, really, what I did was stupid!" the wolf hastened to say.

"Hey...it's okay," Marcos replied, trying to calm the young male, sitting down next to him.

"But I have to say it...I really like you, Marcos," the canine admitted again.

"Come on slow, I forgive you...besides, I'd be a hypocrite if I told you I didn't like what we did," the other male admitted.

"Thanks...where's Carla?" asked the wolf, searching with his gaze for his girlfriend.

"Carla...she's not coming, she's shopping on the other side of the mall," lied the tiger, disguising what he had seen as best he could.

"She's with Alex...It's okay, no need to lie," sighed the wolf, with a notorious tone of sadness.

"Did you know that?" asked Marcos, quite surprised and somewhat embarrassed at having lied.

"Yeah, I saw them a couple of weeks ago fucking in the alley next to the apartment...they're not very sneaky," Tomas muttered, looking at the ground.

"Sorry about that," the feline said, not knowing what else to add.

"It's okay...I hope you now understand why I did what I did last night. I want to break up with Carla but I don't see the opportunity to do so. So when I saw you, I thought I could escape my situation, at least for a little while," the lupine explained.

"So...What you did was just to try something new?" asked Marcos, with a slight pain in his chest but still trying to understand the young man.

"No, I really like you!" groaned the canine.

"You think I'm cute?" stammered the tiger.

" Marcos, you're the most beautiful male I've ever seen in my life," assured the young wolf.

"But I'm..." muttered the feline before being interrupted.

"Cute. You're cute, I like you, you're almost everything I look for in a male," Tomas was quick to make his attraction clear.

"Almost everything?" asked Marcos, raising an eyebrow.

"Well...you could be about ten years older and maybe a panther, I love panthers," chuckled the young male.

"Wow...now I feel like an overly green fruit," said the tiger, letting out a laugh.

"You'll ripen as the seasons go by," teased Thomas.

"Hey...didn't you want to buy some clothes?" the feline asked, smiling and trying to divert the conversation a bit.

"Yeah, I wanted to buy some boxer shorts and some t-shirts for the fall. A friend of mine from high school works at one of the clothing stores here and he always gives me really good discounts," explained the young male.

"Well come on then, let's see what we can get you," Marcos said in a soft and affectionate tone, placing his hand on the wolf's hand.

Feeling the physical contact, Tomas lifted his gaze and stared into the feline's eyes, smiled and took a deep breath, feeling a relief from the guilt he had been carrying since the rejection a few hours ago. The black wolf stood up from the bench and led the way, guiding the beautiful boy he'd masturbated and kissed the night before.

The clothing store Tomas' friend worked at was huge, a large place decorated in punk theme, dark colored clothing, metal bracelets, skulls, even hair dyes could be seen on the counters.

"Bobby!" greeted the wolf, giving a shout to a monkey behind the counter, his face covered in piercings and a pink crest.

"My brother, welcome!" exclaimed the ape, stretching his arms out to give his friend a hug.

"Long time no see, sorry for not showing up sooner but I've been busy," Tomas continued.

"No problem bro, we'll have time to hang out and grab a snack together," Bobby replied, smiling.

"I hope so. Bro, I'm looking for some new clothes," the canine explained.

"Hi, sir, are you looking for something specific?" asked the monkey, diverting his attention for a moment to the tiger, who was looking at some wristbands.

"No... I'm fine," Marcos replied.

"He's coming with me, don't worry," the wolf interjected.

"Oooh...New couple?" asked Bobby again, but this time directing his gaze to his friend.

"I don't know...Maybe," said the canine, with a clear tone of doubt.

"And what happened with that girl you were dating, the lioness? I thought you were serious about her," the ape inquired.

"Well...I thought the same thing but it looks like it's not so," Tomas muttered, looking at the ground.

"Relax, girls come and go, brothers stay forever," assured Bobby, trying to lift his friend's spirits.

“Bros before does.”

“Broooos before does, right.”

“Voy a elegir algo de ropa, nos vemos en un rato, hermano,” dijo el lobo e hizo una seña a Marcos para que lo siguiera.

"Sure, choose calmly, I'll wait for you here," replied the monkey.

The two males walked into the clothing store, slowly making their way between the stands and rows of racks full of T-shirts with drawings of rock, punk, and metal bands, they also had a section with skateboards with spectacular designs of skulls, fire, chains, bleeding hearts, and barbed wire.

Tomas grabbed a pair of t-shirts, three jeans, four boxers, and went inside one of the fitting rooms while the tiger stood outside, observing the curious designs on the clothes. A moment later, the wolf peeked through the fitting room curtain, his torso bare, and beckoned the feline to come closer.

"Do you want to come in?" the canine asked, with a mischievous grin.

"What!!! No..." the tiger hastened to reply, peering in all directions in the long tent.

"There's no one there right now. Come on, it'll be fun," assured Tomas.

Marcos swallowed saliva after giving it considerable thought and looking around again, but entered the fitting room along with the young male. With difficulty, the obese feline entered the small wooden fitting room with a carpeted floor, a bench that was the exact length of the wall, a full-length mirror the opposite wall, a small light in the center of the ceiling and a grille in the wall that let in fresh air.

"Sit there, I want to give you an apology," the wolf indicated, giving the other male room to settle in.

"What do you want to do?" asked Marcos, still hesitant as he sat on the bench and looked from head to toe at the beautiful black furred canine who was wearing only his underwear.

Tomas knelt down in front of the feline and gently parted his trembling legs, then unzipped his pants and pulled his underwear down a bit so he could pull out his penis and balls, admiring with pleasure the difference in size between the tiger's testicles and his own. The wolf lifted his gaze, meeting the eyes of the other male but without saying a word, holding himself in a silence of mutual appreciation and desire. The young male lowered his muzzle and began to carefully lick the feline's flaccid member, causing it to slowly swell and grow hard.

Marcos sighed, there he was again, this barely known guy, touching his penis, giving him a pleasure he had longed for so many years, with energy and good will, without demanding anything in return because, although the obese tiger had not been lucky with his dates, he had been approached by several men who offered him intimacy in exchange for money, something Marcos never accepted, because paying for sex always seemed to him a moral misery he would never resort to, it meant losing a piece of his dignity that he would never recover. In spite of everything, there was the young canine, sucking his feline member.

The wolf took Marcos' thick penis into his mouth, embracing it with his broad tongue, tickling himself with the barbs as he moved in and out, leaving a trail of sticky liquid in his path that slowly built up until it spilled down his throat, indicating that he was doing a good job.

"C-can I hold your head?" the tiger asked, his cheeks completely flushed.

Tomas nodded and instantly felt the other male's two thick hands land on his head, holding him tightly and beginning to force the movements, surprising the young canine by the change in attitude. The wolf's heart was filled with excitement and he dared to push his mouth until his nose bumped against Marcos' pubic hairs, feeling the thick penis in the back of his mouth, almost reaching his throat, and straining to keep it there. This caused the tiger to groan and begin to ejaculate, spurting several streams of hot semen of which almost all went straight down the canine's throat.

The wolf swallowed what was left in his mouth and accompanied with kisses and licks the feline's penis, which slowly retracted until it was completely flaccid again.

After carefully cleaning Marcos' genitals with his tongue, Tomas got up from the floor and adjusted his clothes, smiling as he watched his friend catch his breath.

A bell rang from the wolf's cell phone, who hurried to open it and see the message, telling the feline, "We should go, Carla wants to have lunch together in the food court on the second floor."

"W-Wait..." muttered Marcos, grabbing the young male by the wrist and yanking him closer.

"What 's wrong?"

Without a word, the tiger took advantage of the closeness of the wolf's face to kiss him on the mouth as a thank you for the gift.

"Come on..." said Tomas, in a relaxed tone.

The two males picked up the clothes and left the fitting room, returning to the entrance where the ape was waiting for them, who, after collecting the products the canine had bought, winked and said goodbye.

As they walked toward the food court, the tiger and wolf's hands brushed a couple of times, making it clear without words that they wanted to hold hands, but they knew it wasn't possible or right, not for now.

***********

Three weeks later, a firm knocking on the apartment door caught Marcos' attention and he rushed to answer it. Opening the door, the tiger was met by a coal-black furred canine holding two large bags in each hand.

"Come in, please," the feline said, taking two of the bags from his visitor and stepping aside.

"Thanks, big guy," Tomas replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek before stepping into his friend's home.

After settling the wolf's belongings in the same room where Marcos slept, both males sat down on the couch to share a few cans of fresh beer and chat.

"So...is it done yet?" the feline asked before taking a sip of his beer.

"Yeah, we talked last night and agreed that it's over between us," Tomas answered crudely.

"And... Does she know about us?" the tiger continued to inquire.

"I just told her I was moving in with you for a while. I preferred not to tell her about the other thing for fear of damaging your relationship with her...Not that she's spiteful, but I did it just in case," the wolf explained.

"This still feels so weird...I hope I don't screw it up," Marcos admitted.

Tomas smiled and put one of his hands on his lover's leg, leaning over the feline to kiss him, this time on the lips, and said, "Relax, we're both learning, we're going to make mistakes and it's not going to be as terrible as it seems, it's the normal thing to do."

"But, Tomas...I really want this to go well...I'm scared," the tiger continued.

"Marcos, it's the first time I have something serious with another man, I'm afraid too, but we can't see it as a challenge to overcome, this is a pleasure and a responsibility. I like being with you," the wolf explained.

"I can still set up a bed for you in the other room, if you want," Marcos offered.

"And miss the chance to sleep cuddled up with my boy? Of course not!" the lupine declined.

"I...I also want to sleep cuddled with you," assured the tiger, smiling shyly.

"Side issue, important...Do you have any of those flavored peanuts left that you treated me to the other night?" asked Tomas, licking his lips.

"Yeah, sure," said Marcos before quickly getting up and heading for the kitchen.

When he returned, the tiger found Tomas looking through his shelf of figurines, holding one in his hands. Producing a shiver that ran from the tip of his tail to the nape of his neck, Marcos hurried to stand next to his boyfriend to see what he was doing.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Ooh...Nothing, I was just looking at your toys."

"Be careful, they're not toys," Marcos clarified, rather uncomfortably as he watched the wolf grab one of the figures.

"This grumpy woman looks very cool," said Tomas.

"That grumpy woman is an Ursula Creed," sighed the tiger.

"Is it important?" asked the wolf, noticing the discomfort in the other male.

"Pretty much..."

"Good," said Tomas and set the figure of the grumpy woman elsewhere on the shelf.

"Nooo! Not next to Abaddon!" shouted Marcos, and quickly picked up Ursula's figure again to put it back in its place.

"Ha ha ha ha ha! I should have filmed that!" laughed the wolf at the feline's reaction.

"S-Sorry...These figures are very expensive," muttered the tiger, rather embarrassed as he realized how he had overplayed the situation.

"They look very detailed...You're going to have to teach me how to play," Tomas said, resting a hand on his lover's shoulder.

"Of course! I have a bunch of figures you could learn to play with, there are regional meets, tournaments, video games, you name it!" explained Marcos, dwelling on the little details.

"Hmmm...You look pretty hot being a nerd," the wolf whispered in the other male's ear, as he grabbed his ass with one hand, squeezing it with pleasure.

"O-Hey...it's barely sunset," the tiger whispered, blushing at the feel of that hand on his body.

Tomas grabbed the feline's muzzle, pulling his own closer until their lips were just inches apart, and said, "Are you hungry?"

"No..." replied Marcos and, unable to resist, he kissed the young canine, holding his head with both hands and thrusting his tongue in, towering over his companion's long, thick tongue.

The two lovers roamed the entire room endlessly kissing and caressing each other everywhere, bumping against the table, sitting briefly on some chair or the sofa, until they were leaning against the frame of the tiger's bedroom door.

"Do you want to stick it in me, big guy?" the wolf asked, grinning mischievously.

"Yes...I want to, Tomas, I want to fuck you," moaned Marcos, his jaw quivering.

The young canine brought the feline's hand to his testicles, allowing him to feel his huge lupine balls and hard sheath, to whisper in his ear, "Or would you prefer I fuck you?"

Marcos' face instantly blushed red at those words, remembering the huge piece of wolf meat he had masturbated that night, leading him to feel a sudden panic at the size and lack of experience with anal sex. "I-I...I-I don't...I don't know," the obese male stammered.

Tomas tried to hold on but couldn't and burst out laughing, hugging the feline to calm his nerves and tell him, "Easy, we'll see about that later. Today, you're at the top."

The tiger sighed and laughed nervously, feeling relieved to know he wouldn't be penetrated by that big, thick canine cock, as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his boxers, which already had a small wet spot at feline strawberry level.

"You know...I've been thinking about what it would feel like to have those spikes of yours in my ass for several nights now," the young male admitted, stroking the tiger's crotch.

"N-No big deal...It's just a few little spikes," Marcos admitted, trying to be humble and lower his partner's expectations.

"However it feels, I want to experience it," the canine said, licking the other male's nose.

"I haven't done this in years...the last time I fucked another guy was in college, at a LAN party," the tiger recalled aloud.

Tomas grabbed the feline's shirt, slowly unbuttoning it as he kissed his chin and neck, taking him by the hand to pull them closer to the bed and asking, "Who was the lucky guy who got to enjoy all this delicious body?"

"I don't remember his name...it was a short crocodile, with thick glasses and a Star Wars t-shirt," Marcos answered, dropping his shirt to the floor and taking off his shoes.

"So how did the situation go?" the wolf asked again, dropping his pants and tossing his sneakers into the corner of the room with a kick.

"Well...The other two were too busy playing a match of Command & Conquer and we found ourselves in the kitchen to eat the last two slices of pizza, grabbed a couple of sodas and hung out chatting for a while..." the tiger began to explain, without skipping any details.

"So you fucked him in the kitchen?" interrupted Tomas, as he masturbated himself and the other male.

"What, no, I fucked him in a hallway a few feet from the living room where the others were playing," the feline clarified, panting slightly as he watched his lover's hand completely cover his penis, moistening his fur with his precum.

"Better concentrate here, big guy," growled the canine upon noticing that the tiger was about to begin his detailed story again.

"Uh...Yeah, sorry," Marcos muttered, stroking the young male's worked abdomen with great admiration and deep embarrassment at his own physical state.

Tomas caressed the feline's belly with both hands and kissed him on the lips, biting him then on the nose and ear before whispering, "How would you like me to lay for you?"

"Could you lie on your stomach?" asked the tiger.

The wolf nodded and, with sensual gentleness, turned his back to the other male, first kneeling and wagging his tail from side to side slowly, showing for brief seconds his backside before lying back on the bed, spreading his legs apart and resting his right cheek on his hands, sighing and relaxing.

"Have you done this before?" the feline asked softly, resting both hands on the canine's buttocks as if they were a delicate treasure, spreading them apart to reveal his anus.

"Yes, a couple of times with a friend from high school, he was quite a hyperactive fox..." replied Tomas, as he felt the cool ambient air lick his warm anus.

"I think it's a very cute idea to see a little fox riding you..." said Marcos, settling between the young male's legs and spitting accurately into his hole before slowly leaning over him.

"You know...I still have his phone number in case someday you're interested in doing something together," the lupine let out a chuckle.

The wet tip of Marcos' penis gently kissed the other male's anus, pressing the saliva inward. The tiger didn't respond to the comment he had just heard, instead imagining a scene similar to this one having a young fox kissing him while he closed his eyes and penetrated his boyfriend.

Tomas grunted, gritting his teeth and clenching his hands as he felt the tiger's entire member sink fully into his ass, making him feel a slight pain and burning that made his legs tremble.

"Oooh... You're too tight, I have to put a lot of pressure," gasped Marcos, laying his belly on the young wolf's back.

"Uhnn fu...If you want, we swap places," the canine teased, enduring the pressure that the feline's huge body and his barbed penis pressed on and inside him.

The tiger grabbed his lover's hair with his thick hand, lifting his head and bringing his muzzle closer so he could kiss the wolf's cheek and mouth, imposing himself possessively on the young male as he penetrated him with savage need.

Tomas moaned loudly after every movement of the feline, especially when the pointed penis withdrew, giving him a lascivious tingle in his loins. The young male couldn't remember being so loud a couple of years ago when his little vulpine friend took his virginity, nor on the constant sleepover or camping weekends when fox demonstrated his tireless need to fuck him several times during the same night until they were both so exhausted that they fell asleep getting tied up and dawned with the fur between their legs completely wet from the spunk that had accumulated in the lupine's bowels.

"I-It feels so good...I'm almost done," moaned Marcos, rubbing his head heavily against his lover's cheek.

"C-Come on, take my hand and fill me with cat cum," gasped the wolf, moving back his arm, trying to find the other male's hand.

The orange fur of the tiger's hand mingled with Tomas' black, holding tight as the feline delivered the last few lunges, pressing his hips against his boyfriend's ass, making sure to ejaculate as deep as possible into the young canine's bowels. Marcos' jaw quivered before his cock shot several spurts of viscous, hot, copious liquid, leaving both males quite shaken.

"Tomas...That was beautiful," sighed the tiger.

"You are beautiful, big guy," the wolf replied, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the warm, wet sensation flooding his bowels, slowly overflowing outward, forming a small waterfall that poured down from his anus to soak the fur of his testicles.

"Will you sleep with me today?" asked Marcos, gently licking the other male's cheek.

"Of course I will. I don't feel like getting into assembling another bed right now or sleeping on the floor... besides it's very comfortable here," Tomas assured him.

"I'm glad your first night here ends like this..."

"I just have one question, Marcos."

"Yes?"

"What's a LAN Party?"