Of A Different Stripe 04. New Frontiers The last year or so, John reflected, had been pretty good to him. The young tiger stood naked in his private bathroom, examining himself in the mirror, and he’d long since decided he liked what he saw. Gone was the scrawny, gangly teen of fourteen months ago, or even eight, and what replaced it looked to fill out into a powerful avatar of feline masculinity. In the year and change since he’d been thrown out of his first home by his father, John had experienced an upsurge in both his physical growth and his personal confidence. The first part, he was certain, was purely genetic, but he knew who he had to thank for the second, and he smiled at his reflection. “I may not be up to your bulk yet, Uncle Matt,” he murmured softly, almost purring, “but I’m working on it.” “Ya know,” a deep voice rumbled from the half-open door, “they say things about people who talk to themselves.” John yelped, managing – barely – to stop himself from jumping back into the shower, and glared halfheartedly at his burly uncle. The huge tiger no longer stood all that much taller, but his build still more closely resembled that of a stone wall. He’d already finished his shower and dried out his pelt, and wore only his trademark grey ‘lounging shorts’ and a vicious grin. “You tryin’ to give me a heart attack?” the youth inquired exasperatedly. He didn’t seem to turn a hair at standing nude before the older male, but his tail lashed in irritation at the fright. “A little adrenalin’s good for the system,” Uncle Matt chuckled, then sobered. “Sorry, didn’t really mean to scare ya. Just wanted to say thanks for the help with the yardwork.” “It was nothing,” John murmured. “After all you’ve done for me, I owe you.” “That’s bullshit,” rumbled Matt, “But we’ve had that argument before.” He reached over and clasped his nephew’s shoulder warmly and smiled, then turned and left. The morning had been occupied by a fairly massive amount of yardwork, clipping and clearing and mowing various forms of plant life John couldn't yet identify. Uncle Matt hadn't asked for help, but John had volunteered; he felt that he owed the older tiger any help he could reasonably provide - and it just so incidentally provided him with an opportunity to watch the burly male work without a shirt. John himself had taken to wearing shirts less and less as he bulked up and started to fill out, and he realized as he looked upon his own reflection once more that it seemed that Matt had been glancing in his direction more and more often of late. He shrugged off the notion, fighting down the surge in his sheath that the idea gave him, and grabbed a pair of his own lounging shorts, slipping them on before grabbing his book and padding into the living room. Uncle Matt spared him a quick glance, then resumed flipping through the TV channels as the youth sprawled out on the couch. "Anything interesting?" he asked as he opened his novel to the marked page. "Naw," Matt grumbled irritably, "three hunner'd channels and not a fuckin' thing I wanna sit through." John had to smile; Uncle Matt had never bothered to moderate the more colorful portions of his vocabulary around the boy, even in his childhood, which had caused some friction when his parents caught him utilizing the forbidden language. "Then put on a movie or something," John suggested. "Or grab a book; I'll loan you any of mine you want." "No thanks," Matt rumbled. "You read some weird shit." "What, sci-fi?" John replied, glancing at the cover of his novel. The artwork depicted several people of various species dressed in military uniforms, riding in an open-topped flying car with some sort of weapon mount, passing the skyline of some fantastic futuristic-looking city. "That's an odd opinion from someone who watched Star Trek religiously." "Thought the captain was cute," Matt responded without a pause. "And Babylon 5?" "Garibaldi was a hunk. So was Sheridan." "Stargate?" "O'Neill's hot." John sat up and stared his uncle straight in the eye. “Firefly.” Matt shrugged. “Mal was adorable.” The youth didn't budge. “And?” The elder tiger barely budged. “Jayne was hot, even if he was an asshole.” John's gaze could've drilled through concrete. “And the doctor?” Matt slumped back in the recliner and continued to browse through the channel listing. “Simon was a creepy-looking little ferret, but his heart was in the right place.” The young tiger gave his uncle one last glare. “Wash.” “Married. Off the market. Mainly because his wife would shoot me. Repeatedly.” John chuckled. "I see. You just don't want to read this series," he accused, waving the book at his uncle, "because the main character's female." "That," Matt admitted, "and because the chance to see a picture of a hunky guy in three hundred pages of text is absolutely nil." John laughed again, laid back with his feet up on the arm of the couch, and began to read. Matt continued flipping through channels for a while, muttering irritably. Finally he paused his flipping, shot a peculiar glance at his nephew, and stood, padding off towards his bedroom. The younger tiger perked an ear and watched the older for a second, then returned his attention to the book. Matt returned after a few moments, slipping the DVD disc from the case in his hand into the player and setting the case aside. John didn't react as his uncle grabbed the remote and switched the large flatscreen to read from the player, and took no notice at all of the film...until the moaning started. His ears perked, and he glanced up at the screen - and then stared in slack-jawed shock as he realized his uncle had started watching porn. And then he realized that he'd not been commanded to leave the room, despite the fact that his eighteenth birthday was the better part of a year ahead of him. The content of the film itself wasn't all that shocking to him. Enticing, yes; a stash of such fare on his personal computer had been discovered by his father, who subsequently threw him from the house for his "perversions". He looked over at the older tiger, who merely smiled and leaned back in the recliner. "I know you've seen this sorta thing before," Matt rumbled. "I saw what your dad found on your computer...you got taste, boy." John blushed furiously, then set his book aside and sat up. The film wasn't anything he'd seen before, nor was it very plot-intensive; just a burly lion and a thickly-built bear apparently enjoying one another's...company immensely. John's body reacted to the visual stimulus in an entirely predictable fashion, and the young tiger was soon struggling to conceal the bulge in his shorts. Matt, however, was making no such move. As the film progressed and the lion and bear indulged themselves, each other, and several newcomers to the scene, the older tiger's arousal became more and more obvious. He soon reached down and started rubbing at the prominent bulge, teasing himself through his shorts. He glanced over at John, and chuckled at the younger tiger's attempts to conceal the swelling. "You ain't hidin' a goddamned thing, boy," he rumbled good-naturedly, causing his nephew to blush again. "I know what ya like, I know this is gettin' you all hot and bothered. That's the idea. It's what it's for, and I'm not gonna hide the fact that it's gettin' me hard as a rock, too." He gave his swelling package a squeeze, and grinned wickedly. "I know you know how to amuse yourself," the older tiger bored on. "I've heard you at it, and seen your laundry afterwards." He winked playfully. "You should really close your door more tightly when you do it, too." John yelped with surprise at that, ears flattening and his tail bristling. "You...you peeked?" "Just for a second," Matt admitted. "Looked like you were havin' a grand ol' time, too." John looked like he was hunting for someplace to hide for a moment, and Matt chuckled again. "Relax, son," he rumbled. "Just about every guy does it, even if they're not doin' it to other guys," he explained, waving negligently at the screen, which now showed the lion riding the bear enthusiastically while several other males of various species looked on. "Anybody who says they don't is either lyin' or severely repressed. You're no liar, and I for damn sure hope you don't feel repressed here. That's what I was tryin' to save you from at home." John relaxed visibly at that, and smiled; his arousal, which had started to sag, now stretched the grey fabric of the shorts. "I'm certainly not repressed," he admitted with a chuckle. "In Dad's house, I never would have been able to get it up if he was home." Matt grinned at that admission, and leaned back, teasing himself through his shorts again. "Good," he acknowledged, his grin widening as one of the lion's onlookers made a rather remarkable mess in the muscular feline's mane. "I'd hate to think you felt you couldn't enjoy the good things in life." He gave his nephew a sidelong glance, then grumbled, "fuck it," and did something that gave John his third massive shock of the afternoon: He hooked his fingers into the elastic waistband of his shorts and slid them down, kicking them aside with a bare foot. The big tiger now sat back in the recliner, naked as the day he was born, and wrapped his fingers around his long, thick and fully hard shaft, stroking himself slowly. "Speaking of enjoying things..." John couldn't move for a few minutes. He was honestly astonished that his jaw hadn't dislocated from the afternoon's surprises; his own erection surged at the sight, darkening his shorts with a stain of precum. This was something he'd fantasized about a few times; his massive uncle was, in his opinion, one of the most handsome males alive, but he'd never dreamed he'd have the chance to watch the older tiger amuse himself, particularly so openly. It was a dream come true, and all he could do for quite some time was stare in shock. A loud moan from the television broke the spell; the lion's ursine companion had finished inside him, and now the big cat was being taken from behind by a thick, solidly-built wolf that was roughly ramming his swollen knot in and out of him. John watched for a while, enthralled, as the leonine actor took this assault upon his backside with wild abandon, pressing back against the wolf and snarling for more. Another moan got the youth's attention, this one from the recliner; apparently Matt was as aroused as he was by the rough fucking, but as always his uncle was far from subtle. The big tiger was stroking himself firmly, pumping his fist along his rock-hard and leaky length. John couldn't stand it anymore. He yanked down his own shorts, revealing his respectable prick, then leaned back and began to pleasure himself. Matt chuckled warmly as he saw the younger tiger throw caution to the wind, and he grinned broadly. "No, not repressed at all," he murmured with unfeigned amusement. The two tigers sat back, movie forgotten as they blatantly watched each other stroke off; for John, it was the wildest thing he'd ever done, and his youthful excitement was quite obvious. It also meant the moment wasn't destined to last, and the young tiger soon braced his feet on the coffeetable, lifting his hips high into the air as his orgasm hit. It was the hardest climax of his young life, and he couldn't stop his wild yells of bliss as his seed fountained over him, spraying his face, chest and belly liberally. "Damn, son," he vaugely heard his uncle rumble, "now that's a load to be proud of..." John slumped back on the couch, panting for breath and grinning like a fool as his eruption subsided, and he became aware of the older tiger watching him. "That was a helluva shot...but now it's my turn." He leaned back, reaching down with one hand to tease his own pucker with one finger as he jerked himself fiercely; apparently the older tiger was very nearly as excited by the afternoon's events as his nephew, as it didn't take him long to achieve a climax almost as spectacular. He didn't manage to hit himself in the face, but his chin and chest were liberally streaked with his seed and he lay back, breathless and quite messy, holding his shaft as the remains of his orgasm dribbled into his bellyfur. "Fuck," he murmured, glancing at his nephew and grinning. "Haven't cum that hard in a long time." "I don't think I've ever shot that hard," John admitted, grinning foolishly as he examined the mess he made of himself. "And...I hope you'll forgive me for sayin', but.." the youth started, then stopped abruptly. Matt perked an ear at the sudden halt. "What is it?" he asked softly. John made himself meet the older tiger's gaze. "I hope this wasn't just a one-time thing..." Matt laughed out loud. "You're damn straight it ain't. If you really enjoyed jackin' off with this nasty ol' tiger.." "You're fuckin'-A-right I did," John answered in a passable imitation of his uncle's irritable rumble, "as if the mess wasn't proof enough." The elder male chuckled again. "Then it certainly won't be the last time. 'til then, I think we both need another shower," Matt rumbled and stood, picking up his shorts and padding towards his bathroom, leaving John to do pretty much the same. Yes, John thought to himself, grinning broadly, Life Is Good.