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How to Tend to Your Feline Friend
A while back when my friend from Seattle was visiting, she told me she had since joined a polycule with seven other people. Now, I’m no stranger to open relationships, but SEVEN!? What’s even crazier is that all eight of them have been living together for two years! Happily! Like, no jealousy, no explosive arguments, no grudges, no break-ups, none of that shit!
So I had to ask, how is that even possible? Of course, it mostly boiled down to clear and open communication, a ton of scheduling for date nights, and various types of group stress relief. For example, when one of them has an excessively bad day, the other seven would have them completely undress, lay them down on the futon, and “take care of them.” Depending on the person’s position on the bed, that could include combing their hair, kissing, massaging their shoulders or feet, playing with their nipples, rubbing their belly, or performing fellatio or cunnilingus. They also did yoga and meditation, but the harem roleplay stuff was way fucking hotter.
I’ve thought about doing something like that for my lovers, but I always had trouble finding enough willing women to do it for Andrew and I doubt Pat would be willing to do anything that sensual with strangers. Still that type of fantasy has been in the back of my mind ever since. Heck, I’ve rubbed myself to sleep imagining myself as the one in the middle. That little tidbit of info my friend shared also helped when I visited the southwest.
See, after Pat introduced me to some of his online friends, every now and then (if I could afford it) I’d take the train out to say “hey,” and maybe do a bit more than that if they were up for it. So when some of my online friends mentioned my favorite indie punk band was performing at their local pride parade, I couldn’t not go!
Not only did I get to see the best, gayest, most punk performance I’ve ever seen, but I met a ton of beautiful people. There was Rosemary, an absolute GILF of a dragon that treated everyone she met like her dearest grandchildren. There was also Jojo, a stallion with an amazing singing voice, Pol, a fox that came all the way from France to be there, and Stiria who, well, I can’t exactly put my finger on her, but that only made her even more alluring.
However, the one that stood out to me the most was Andy, a gray-haired feline with an aversion to clothing. How did I know he had an aversion to clothing? Take a wild fucking guess what he wore to Pride.
That’s right! While a fair amount of the women (myself included) went topless and a bunch of men wore jockstraps and other skimpy outfits, Andy was the only one bold enough to strut around the streets in nothing but his fur. Sure, he had a backpack slung over his shoulder, but his assets were free for all to see for the entirety of the parade, and he didn’t give a damn who saw. In fact, I think he liked the attention, given how often he got hard and still didn’t cover up. I actually asked him if it was legal. After all, if it was, I could ditch my bottoms, as well.
His response? “Who cares? It’s Pride.”
Goddamn, I wish I had balls like him, and what a delicious looking pair he had on him, too.
That being said, I could help but notice how depressed he looked. Despite all the frivolity and fun happening around him, he didn’t smile all that much. And whenever he said anything, it was monotone and emotionless.
So I got it in my head that I should do something nice to, you know, try and lift his spirits. I mean, I probably couldn’t cure whatever ailed him, but I could at least give him a nice enough distraction. Originally, I was thinking about giving him a regular ol’ blowie, but then I remembered what my Seattle friend told me. I asked a few of my new friends if they’d be down for something like that, and they all gave enthusiastic consent, Andy included.
So we headed back to my hotel room and got naked (save for the already nude feline). I was first to initiate, planting a big one on his lips and running my fingers through his gorgeous tuft of chest fur while Rosemary and Stiria got comfy on the bed. After a bit, I pushed Andy so he landed between the two ladies, who picked up where I left off.
JoJo and Pol were busy warming each other up on the sidelines, but once I pointed out how Andy’s hard, cut cock was standing erect and uncared for, they joined me around his lower half. We took turns bathing his member with our tongues until they both move up to play with his nipples and navel, leaving me solely responsible for his manhood.
So I wrapped my lips around it and went down as deep as I could, just almost kissing the base of his mound. The succulent taste of his masculine meat lingered on my taste buds as I bobbed my head. Up and down I went, my tongue tickling the underside of his shaft as I fondled his coin purse with a free hand.
“Ah, mmm, you can play with my ass, too, if you want,” he said in between smooches.
I’ve never played with someone else’s backside like that before, but hey, I didn’t trim my nails for nothing. I crept my hand down between his cheeks and found his entrance. Slowly, I circled my fingers along its walls, occasionally stretching them out and spreading his hole. I didn’t penetrate him, since I didn’t have any lube. Well, I did, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to stop sucking his cock to go and get it. He was already as hard as stone in my mouth, and now, my tailhole teasing had his tender tower twitching atop my tongue.
He started rocking his hips, moving in rhythm with my mouth and fingers. Looking up, I saw Rosemary with hand across Andy’s fur, and Stiria pressing her snout into his armpit (different strokes, I guess). Jojo and Pol took turns rubbing his belly, and groping his cheeks. All the while, Andy was on an entirely different planet, seconds away from liftoff.
“Fuuuuck, I’m close.” Just the motivation I needed.
I switched my method from bobbing to jackhammering on his dick, going as sloppy as I could without my teeth getting in the way. I could hear the murmur of eight hands simultaneously combing through his gray coat. Together, we were the embodiment of overstimulation, and it wasn’t long before I felt our collective goal throbbing through his cock and spraying the back of my throat. I swallowed it all, since it’s the gentlemanly thing to do, making sure my lips didn’t leave him until every single drop of semen was accounted for.
My throat cleared, I asked, “So how was that?”
“Hah… hah… Not gonna lie…” he heaved in post-orgasmic fatigue, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum as hard as I did just now.”
His lips curled up slightly just before returning to his neutral gaze. Better than nothing, I guess.
Giving him time to recover, the girls excused themselves for the shower while the guys, still worked up, got to frotting each other at the edge of the bed, giving Andy and I a show. However, as enticing as the blatant homoeroticism in front of me was, I occasionally peeked over to my side to see the feline with the same emotionless expression on his face.
“Hey, Andy?” I piped up, “You’re having fun, right?”
“Yeah… Do you think I’m not having fun?”
“Well, it’s just… I’ve barely seen you smile at all today.”
He shrugged, “I don’t really show emotion.”
“Really?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I can be happy or excited or angry or whatever. I’m not hiding my emotions or anything. I just, you know… don’t emote.”
“Huh… so that’s why.”
“Wait, did you arrange this whole orgy thing to cheer me up?”
“Ehhhhhhh,” I hesitated. “Possibly… Sorry.”
“For what? The awesome blowjob you gave me?”
“For jumping to conclusions.”
“Not always a bad thing,” he shrugged again. “After all, I just concluded in your mouth.”
Thank goodness I wasn’t drinking anything. Otherwise, I’d have spit-taken all over the bed. As I laughed, I climbed over him, straddling his shoulders.
“Well, if you're feeling chipper enough to crack jokes, how about you return the favor?”
So, yeah. He might not smile much, but he definitely knows how to use his mouth.