	Firth smiled as he went on his daily dealings with customers in the small Italian restaurant where he worked. Although the day seemed to drag on, the possibilities almost always led to there being more fun around the corner. Just as the thought passed his mind the bell on the door rang. The tall grey cat quickly headed to the door menu in hand with a bright smile on his face and closed eyes.

	"Welcome to Il Vagabondo di Diner. My name is Firth, how many are seating today?" Firth said and opened his eyes to see a rather handsome male tiger standing at the door. Although not as tall as the over six foot feline, the tiger was quite masculine and only a few inches shorter. Firth noticed the added bonus of the tiger's muscular body which almost rivaled his own. Thoughts of getting a taste of the feline's muscles swam in his head as the tiger looked around for a moment to check and see if any was standing next to him, however no one was.

	"Ah.." Firth said with a slight embarrassed tone barely hiding the blush. "Well then we need a table for you. Please follow me." He turned and motioned with his tail for the tiger to follow suit. The pair walked to a table close to the window showing the afternoon sun, yet also close enough to the kitchen that any desire could be within earshot.

	"Thank you." The tiger said as he pulled a chair out and sat down. Firth handed him a menu and smiled as he pulled out a notepad from his shirt's pocket. With overly practiced repetition the cat listed off the code that all waiters say.

	"So can I start you off with any drink?" Firth said while the tiger just looked over the menu before he nodded slowly. Firth's mind cooled as he went into work mode and waited a few seconds for an answer. The tiger put down his menu and smiled at the grey cat.

	"Yes I'll have a sweet tea, oh and I'm ready to order. I'd like the Mario Pipe noodles with extra meatballs. Oh and please don't overcook the noodles." The tiger's voice was calm yet confidant, winning over the grey cat by the second.

	"Right away sir." Firth said, jotting down the order. He briskly walked to the kitchen. Inside a few cooks looked in dull interest as the waiter entered. The cat went to the tea machine and filled up a glass to near spilling. I hope I don't spill this. He thought to himself. Firth's eyebrow's scrunched up as he wondered why the tiger was so attractive to him. The thought rolled away almost as fast as it came though. Just one of the perks of working in service. Eye candy. Firth thought.

	"Table three ordered noodles with extra meatballs. Don't mess it up Hank." Firth said with a large deer rolling his eyes before he shrugged and responded.

	"Hey you know I'm the best cook in this place, not my fault that they give me the wrong ingredients." Hank said in his defense. The other cooked laughed loudly at the weak retort. A small female ferret's laughter was the loudest.	

	"If it wasn't for the fact you are shagging up with the boss's daughter you'd have been out of here when you lit the stove on fire." Della the ferret said as she giggled. Hank looked over flustered and growled back.	

	"Hey it wasn't my fault; someone had left grease and half cooked pork in the burner. So you can't blame me." Hank said in an almost whining tone although Firth just rolled his eyes and grabbed one of the prepared bread stick baskets. Firth found the tiger searching through his phone, fingers quickly typing away, most likely to deal with some business like deal.

	"Hello again." Firth said as he placed the very full sweet tea down.  His other hand placed down the bread sticks and he smiled as he pulled out his trusty notepad once more to take the Tiger's further requests. "So is there anything else I can get you while you wait." Firth asked kindly.

	The tiger glanced to his drink and noticed a lack of lemon on the side. "You forgot the lemon." He muttered under his breath before turning his face to Firth and answering. "Ah Yes, I'd like two lemon slices for my tea and a straw please." The tiger said his request without a hint of annoyance in his voice. Firth hid a blush that he felt building up for making such a simple mistake.

	"Right away sir I'll be back."  Firth said and once out of eyesight shook his head. Ugh I can't believe I forgot the lemons. He thought to himself in annoyance. The grey cat shook his head again to clear his thoughts. 

	Firth snuck into the kitchen grabbing the lemons and straw with haste. Before he could retreat back to the tiger, Della, called out to him. "Table six's order is ready. Mark is busy with table seven since the two tables are taken for a party. Mind giving him a hand? Hank's not ready on the noodles yet." Della said quickly which Firth nodded, and grabbed a trey to collect the dishes. Hank muttered something about not rushing fine art but Firth wasn't paying attention to the deer.  The grey cat put the lemons he had on a small plate and added a few more just in case. Della loaded the trey full of dishes many of which were salads with slight differences, though one dish was a well made steak. 

	Firth left the kitchen with a very full trey as he spotted table six and seven and a slightly worried bolder collie. Unlike most of the co workers, Mark, the newest waiter, had an air of constant dismay to him. Firth slide next to him and with a board smile declared, "Order up!" 

	Although firth could not see it, the tiger sitting at table three smiled amused at the antics of the grey cat and chuckled, a soft genuine smile worn at the edges of his lips. The two tables' patrons gasped in surprise as Della came out with a chocolate cake and three pop streamers, two of which she handed to Mark and Firth respectively. The streamers made loud pops as they went off the young girl with the group giggling madly. The tiger turned away, his smile grew wider.



	"Sorry for the delay sir." Firth said to the tiger, the plate of lemons in hand as well as the spaghetti dish, which he placed on the table before the tiger.  The lemons were left on the plate with a straw neatly dividing the four slices into groups of twos. "I hope you enjoy your meal sir." Firth said with a smile and walked back into the kitchen. Time seemed to go by slowly as the tiger went about his meal, eating it at an insanely slow pace. The grey cat normally wouldn't care, but the tiger seemed to want nothing at all not even a refill. The multiple times he stopped by the tiger's table made him seem almost desperate for attention which drove the grey cat even more mad until on one stop the tiger finally stopped the grey cat before he passed by.

	"Excuse me but can I have my bill please?"  The tiger asked which Firth just simply nodded and went over to the cash register.  The order was rung up quickly and placed down in front of the tiger.

	"The woman at the front can take your money." Firth said as he turned to walk away, but the large hand of the tiger caught his and placed a few bills into his hand. The tiger smiled and stood.

	"I can't forget a tip for such good service. Enjoy your day." The tiger said before he walked away leaving the grey cat oddly stunned silent for a moment. Inside his hand the bills were a collection of tens with a shred of paper hidden among them.  The sheet read a phone number as well as a message

	'I enjoyed the meal but I'd like to get to know you better. Care to give me a ring?' Firth read the message and almost felt his knees melt in the sure impossibility of it all. He glanced at the clock and noticed it was almost five pm. A stray thought went through his mind.	

	Tonight might be fun.

	
	Firth stared at the number and thought for a moment what he would say. After all the Tiger was just a stranger, and the note hadn't even left a name for Firth to call the tiger. His mind took a brief run to some cruel joke but just shrugged his shoulders and dialed the numbers. 

	"Hello?" The tiger's voice answered from the other end of the line. Firth smirked.

	"Hiya." The grey cat answered. For a moment there was silence over the line until the sound of a light chuckle filled Firth's ears.

	"Firth right?" The tiger asked, which Firth replied with a simple yes. The tiger chuckled again and spoke some more. "I'm really good with names. So how are you?" The tiger's voice held hints of amusement which somehow relaxed the grey cat.

	"Oh I'm fine, got off work an hour ago. " Firth said, looking at the clock sitting on his desk which flashed seven thirty PM. The night was still young.

	"Got any plans tonight?" The tiger asked. Firth shook his head, and then realized that phones can't transfer motion. 

	"Nah I don't have anything planned." Firth said.

	"Well I'll text you my address. Why don't you come over?" The tiger said softly. "I'm Hase by the way." The tiger added.

	"Sure that sounds good." Firth said.

	"See ya soon." Hase said before the line went dead. Firth looked at his phone to make sure that it had really just happened, yet a text message appeared moments later with an address. With proof like that he couldn't deny that it had happened.  He glanced at his closest as he thought of what to wear. Although he had some nice outfits for work and more than enough dress shirts he wasn't sure what to wear. Would loose clothes make him appear shy? But if he wore too tight clothing the tiger might think he was just trying to show off. Firth glanced through the closest with a moment intent glare as his eyes scanned over all the clothes in the closet. Shrugging his head he got up from his desk and went to the closet. 

	A dark grey shirt with an elf from a classic video game series holding up a sword was passed for a simple shirt with a bright graphic of text just saying that it was words on a shirt. The cargo shorts were a simple green color.Firth looked at the clock again and sniffed himself as a smell check, pulling his nose away. Firth went to his phone and typed a quick message before he went out into the bathroom to take a shower. The message flashed on his cell phone screen. 

	"Shower, I'll be there soon." Only a few minutes later the screen flashed again with a reply.

	"That's fine, I'll work out for a bit. See ya soon.  ^^ ;p" The message read.

	Firth stood at the door to Hase's apartment and knocked on it a few times. It was around eight by the time he had gotten there although the tiger's message seemed he was still invited. After a few more knocks the door opened and Hase stood in the threshold of the doorway. The orange and black pelt was only obscured from view by a pair of loose shorts that didn't even make it to the tiger's knees. The muscular tiger smiled his breathing deep as he had just finished his workout.  Firth smirked and in his mind multiple suggestive thoughts screamed to be verbalized. However Firth held a tight hold on such rampant stray thoughts and removed the lust from his smile.

	"Hello, are you going to invite me in?" firth asked nicely, the tiger nodded and stepped aside to which the grey cat walked forward and entered. The living room was quite clean, without any clothes or other such objects lying around that would cause a mess. Hase turned and closed the door.  Firth turned and smiled

	"You have a nice place here."   Firth said with a smile the tiger nodded and smiled back. Hase went towards the kitchen and grabbed a glass.

	"Would you like something to drink?" The tiger asked. Firth kindly shook his head. The grey cat's eyes scanned the surroundings finding it roomy yet oddly blank of any real character. He guessed that the reason was that the bedroom was where all the decorations were. Without a common ground to start conversation his mind went to the only thing he knew that the tiger liked.

	"So you work out hmm?" Firth said as he sat down on the green couch. The tiger nodded, Finishing off a glass of water before rinsing it out and leaving it on a towel by the sink to dry.

	"Yea I like to stay in shape so working out helps."  Hase said with a smile taking a seat down next to the tall grey cat. "You look plenty built yourself so you must enjoy it as well. I bet you lift all sorts of weights."  Hase said with a wicked smirk.	

	"Oh you bet I do." Firth said, his hand trailing over to the tiger's arm as he idly traced his finger over the bulging muscle. Hase smirked at the action and moved the larger grey cat's onto his chest. The fingers traced over the well built tiger's muscles. 

	"Having fun there kittykat?" Hase asked amused. The cat grinned and took his free hand to grab the tiger's hand and moved it to his own chest. With Firth's hand that was exploring the muscular chest that the tiger possessed he grinned and pinched one of the dark nipples, earning a moan from the tiger.

	"I'll take that as a yes." Hase said with a chuckle his hand moving right down from the chest to the covered crotch groping Firth. His hand hesitated as he blinked. "Nothing else underneath huh? You were expecting some fun?" Hase whispered into Firth's ear that caused the grey fur on his cheeks to tint a bright red while the mound of flesh and fur throbbed and thickened with arousal. Firth grunted a few words and trailed his own hand down to the tiger's silk shorts.

	"I just really hate underwear." Firth said with a smirk before his hand reached under the waist band of the shorts and gropes the moderate sheath. Hase grunted, his fingers letting go of the grey cat. Firth got off of the couch and his smirk still present pulled down the shorts till they hung at the tiger's ankles. The moderate sheath filled his vision.  Hungry maw opened and huffed a few hot breathes down onto the sheath. The holster swelling with the shaft, yet said tool refused to reveal itself. 

	"Gonna make me work for my treat?" Firth said with a grin as he licked the white container, tasting fur and the thin stretchy skin's salty tang from the male's sweat. The tongue went down to the base of the sheath, taking in a few breathes to smell the musk that emitted from the balls. Firth's sand paper tongue worked the sheath and with a grin he even took one of the nice sized orbs into his mouth. He let the testie dance on his tongue and grinned as the sight he desired came to be.

	Hase's sheath tip opened to reveal the onyx head of his hot rod. Not quite done with the sheath, Firth went for one long lick from the balls to the tip. At the top, like a cherry, a few drops of pre waited for his hungry maw. Firth took the few drops as well as the entire head into his mouth with ease and after licking away the salty wonder, he blew hot breath onto the shaft. Inches throbbed and escaped the hollow tube of flesh that worked as the cover. Each inch that grew fed right into Firth's hungry muzzle as the sandpaper tongue danced around the shaft. 

	Hase himself was a hymn of moans and grunts that was the beautiful song of lust. The shaft reached its limit slightly longer than six inches yet the thickness was quite nice and kept Firth sucking hard as he really wanted the creamy ending. However no fun was without the ride that it took to get there and Firth played to milk the tiger of more than just some flavor. His hand reached down and groped the orbs that hung down below and with an increased grin worked faster on the shaft. Hase gasped as he began thrusting his hips forward, the limit almost met. 

	Somewhere in the back of Firth's mind he sighed at the limit of the tiger and hoped that this wouldn't be the only taste he got for the evening. The tiger was quite salty after all and he had grown to enjoy the taste of salt that men produce. With a few more thrusts of the tiger's hips, Hase moaned loudly as the moan switched to a roar he shot his load into the large cat's muzzle. Firth licked away any stray strands of seed that tried to escape and grinned up to the tiger, his own cargo short's crotch jutting our obscenely. "Well that was a nice first taste. Let's switch rolls okay?" Firth said with a grin. He nodded and felt his mouth water as Firth stood, the large mound from the grey cat's crotch on level with his face.

	"Well get to it stripes. " Firth commanded and without a moment of hesitation fingers undid the clasp that kept the fabric on, leaving the cat completely bare. His redish pink eight inch shaft jutted out from his waist and Hase drooled at the sight, his mind driven wild with lust.

	"Come here you!" Hase growled, his hands moved to the firm rear of the cat, which his fingers massaged and squeezed, mesmerized by the firmness. His maw opened to take in the shaft, surprised by just how full his mouth was by the shaft. Hase couldn't even fit all of it down his throat, missing the last few inches past his lips. Firth purred amused regardless and grinned as the tiger tried his best to please the grey cat. Hase worked up and down the redish shaft, blowing hot breath onto it with each breath while also sucking in air through his mouth to give an interesting sensation around the shaft, even if it made him light headed. 

	Firth decided to add in a push, and thrust his hips forward the shaft throbbed with need and filled Hase's muzzle. The shaft throbbed and shot off the first load, overflowing Hase's muzzle as seed pooled out at the corner of his lips. Hase swallowed as much as he could; though he had tp spit a few drops onto the wooden floor of the apartment.

	"So when do you go to work tomorrow?" Hase asked with a grin. Firth's lust grin grew tint wicked as he replied.

	"I have the day off, though my night seems to be filled with a certain tiger. Or in this case I'm going to fill a certain tiger." Firth said and leaned down, kissing the tiger's lips. The two blushed slightly at the exchange of saliva and seed from their lips. 

	"Ready for some more fun?" Firth asked kindly.

	
