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Part 7

“Joey! Yes! Yes! It’s so deep! Mmmf!” Terry was gasping as Joey slammed his dick home. Long, gliding thrusts that smacked over and over deep into Terry’s heated folds.

“Oh fuck Terry! I don’t think I can last much longer,” Joey confessed, his face a dripping, blushing mess of exertion and passion.

“Please! Just a little more! Just a little longer and I’ll be there Joey!” Terry’s toe beans fanned as he spread his legs wide. His thighs quivered in the preambles of his orgasm that was quickly approaching with the tiger’s calculated thrusts.

Joey had already gotten Terry off twice this morning, but with them heading into the second week of his heat, things were getting more intense. He had taken the morning off work to help Terry deal with his heat, not that he minded. He would do anything for his Terr-Bear. Besides, it would help him from popping boners at work thinking about coming home to his needy husband. Joey was panting like his heart was going to explode, his tongue hanging out and his sweat dripping down his body onto his husband as he pounded away at his heat. Wet smacking filled the air as his balls drew up, sweat flying off those orbs as they were forced to work overtime for their needy husband’s snatch.

“I’m almost—” Terry was whining, his pussy quivering on the edge of his orgasm.

“FUCK!” Joey shouted suddenly, his hips smacking deep and his clenching prostate keeping him there. Terry felt that dick throb and the condom smack his cervix as it filled with his man’s seed. It was a sour feeling knowing he couldn’t take his man’s cubs, but it was all for the best. Despite the want for that seed, Terry ground back against his husband’s twitching form made his cervix bloom as that condom sloshed and squelched against him, full of that potent baby batter.

Just as Joey was about to collapse, he felt Terry’s pussy pop. He was worried at first that he couldn’t do his husbandly duty and get his man off, but there he was, cumming and moaning as his pussy squirted and his thighs quivered. He managed to hold himself up just until Terry’s orgasm started to fade and he fell forward. He was panting like mad into Terry’s ear, pinning him under his sweaty body as Terry’s foot paws linked behind his back, grinding against that softening shaft as he rode out his orgasm.

Terry was panting, yet purring between his hot breaths. They both were rolling into their afterglow as Joey found the strength to flop onto his back, resting just beside his man. The condom did its job, the tip a milky, bloated, contained mess. It was more than a regular man would produce, but for Joey it was actually kind of pitiful. His other condoms from the night before were in the kitchen garbage can, tied off like some perverse water balloons. He just hadn’t gotten enough time to recharge his reserves. He felt like he was drawing from the bottom of the barrel with each orgasm, his body trying to release all it had at once.

“Oh goodness,” Terry huffed. “It’s so good every time.”

“Really?” Joey was gasping, trying to cool off. “I feel like I’m hardly keeping it together for you.”

“Whatever you’re doing is amazing,” Terry’s breathing was already softening. “You mind if I take my shower first? I need to get washed up for yoga with Levi.”

“Sure, just…can you get me—” Joey paused and swallowed. “A glass of water?”

“Anything for you babe,” Terry murred, got up, and went to get Joey something to replace all the electrolytes he just busted in that condom.

Joey laid back, focusing on his breathing. He didn’t even hear Terry come back in. He just felt him kiss his forehead and the sound of the glass being placed on his nightstand. It took Joey a few minutes before he cooled off enough to sit up, his breathing much more even as he took the glass of water and downed it. It may have been just tap water, but the tiger felt like he was drinking ambrosia. He knew he wasn’t getting enough fluids for how much he was expelling. Maybe he could bring a water bottle to work? That might help with his stamina.

Terry came back in wrapped in a towel. That was quick, he must have just rinsed off because he was going to go workout. He quickly slapped on some workout clothes that gave the tiger pause. Joey was still sitting on the edge of the bed, his half hard cock bouncing as the weight of his seed made the condom droop. He watched as Terry put on some booty shorts and a crewneck.

“Where did you get those?” Joey blushed.

“Oh! Levi lent me a pair of shorts to help with my flexibility during yoga. I don’t’ know about all that, but I figured I’d give them a try before committing to buying my own.”

“They um…look nice,” Joey grunted out, his voice hoarse from his heavy breathing.

“Do they?” Terry gave a little smile before striking a pose that made his cheeks really fill them out, his tail hiking up. Joey’s blush got deeper as his aching cock throbbed, trying to fill the condom back up for round two. Or at this point it would be like round six.

“Yeah…just don’t over exert yourself hun,” Joey stood up and cracked his back into alignment. “We’re already working you pretty hard.”

“Oh I know. I stick to the beginner versions of the forms that Levi has us do. They are still a good workout, but at least I’m not a mess on the mat after ten minutes.”

“Sounds good,” Joey smiled weakly. He wanted to give a bigger one, but he was still catching his breath. “Tell Levi I say hello, okay?”

“You got it,” Terry came up and planted a quick peck on the tiger’s cheek, causing Joey’s blush to deepen further. How even the slightest things Terry did sent him alight after just fucking for nearly two hours was beyond the tiger’s comprehension. But that’s how love was.

Before Joey could fully snap out of it, Terry was already making his way out.

“Love you!” Terry called from the front door.

“Love you too!” Joey called back. Then there was the door closing and he was gone.

Joey took a deep breath before going off to clean himself up. He needed to get to work.

***

After Joey was done with work he went to the gym. At first he thought it was a bit redundant to be having all this sex and still working out, but Joey felt like his libido was fighting an uphill battle with Terry’s heat. Even when Terry said he was satisfied for the time being, even after Terry spent the time riding his man, Joey still felt like his little Terr-Bear could out pace him in another round or two.

Joey had called Terry earlier in the afternoon to see if he was doing fine and he confirmed that he and Levi had a good workout and his heat was under wraps. He even said that if he really needed to the boys were across the hall if Joey wanted a break.

That stung a bit. Joey wanted to be the one to make Terry feel that way, to make his toes curl and his breath hitch. He knew he was getting fatigued, but he thought he was hiding it better…well, apart from this morning. Despite how his heart was beating out of his chest during their marital bliss, he still loved every minute of it. The way Terry quaked; the way his body shuddered and begged him for his cubs was beyond anything he thought could turn him on.

Instead of getting caught at work with a semi in his pants, Joey went on to say that it was okay if Terry needed to go across the hall for some relief. He didn’t feel bad that he wasn’t the only one Terry was getting help from, but the tiger felt like he could be doing more. He just didn’t have the stamina to keep up with Terry’s libido and he wasn’t even half way through his cycle. So when Joey asked if it was still okay to go to the gym Terry was surprised that he felt the need, but gave him the all clear. He confirmed he could handle his own heat until Joey got back. Joey wanted to push himself a little further, to get his body used to being in a heightened physical state more regularly. If he wanted to do that, he would have to push himself as much as he rested.

The rest of this month was going to be a lot.

Joey kept himself in pretty good shape with his running routine, but it was getting colder, so instead of getting all bundled up he would go to the YMCA down the block form his work where he would hit the treadmill instead. He watched his form in the mirrors as he jogged at a steady pace, keeping himself in form to get the most out of his workout. The thrum of his sneakers coupled with the whir of the machine rolling the track beneath him helped keep his mind preoccupied.

“Yo! Boy Scout!”

Joey blinked, pulling himself from his focus to glance in the mirror to see the powerful frame of his jaguar neighbor.

“Hey Roman!” Joey huffed out. “How you been?”

“I’m doin’ good,” he said, swiping sweat away from his brow with the towel around his shoulders. “I had no idea you came here.”

“Sure!” Joey slowed his treadmill to a brisk walk. “I come here during the colder months so I don’t have to jog in the cold. My work has a deal with the gym so we get discounted access.”

“Well, ain’t that nice,” Roman nodded and swaggered up to the machine next to him. “Mind if we walk and talk?”

“Not one bit,” Joey gave him a beaming smile. “What’s up?”

“Nothing in particular,” Roman shrugged, the treadmill working harder under the jaguar’s weight. He had a black tank top tucked into his green athletic shorts. They were supposed to be baggy, but his powerful thighs made them snug enough. “Just wanted to see how you were holding up with our arrangement?”

“Oh!” Joey smiled and cocked his head. “I’m doing great...”

“Uh huh…” Roman cocked a brow. “Sounds like you wanted to add a ‘but’ there? You know if you don’t want Terry coming over, we can stop at any point.”

“No,” Joey shook his head. “No, that’s not it at all. Don’t take it the wrong way. I appreciate everything you guys have been doing for Terrance. I just…I don’t know.”

Joey put his hands on the guard rails to steady himself as he looked down at his shoes smacking the treadmill.

“You really going to clam up on me, Boy Scout?” Roman smirked.

“No, sorry, I just don’t know how to say what I’m thinking,” Joey shook his head. “I mean, even with everything I’ve learned I feel like I’m still fighting to keep up with Terry.”

“Ooooh, I understand that,” Roman chuckled, his pecs bouncing with his gate. “Levi can be a lot when he’s on his cycle too. I have to work on my cardio year round for when it hits, and I still feel like I can hardly keep up.”

“Exactly!” Joey groaned. “I mean, I haven’t been in your running group, but we pass each other enough for you to know I don’t skip on my cardio.”

“Man, I get it,” Roman shook his head, his palms up. “I get it, I get it, I get it. I wouldn’t even bother with cardio as a body builder if it weren’t for Levi’s sweet snatch. Fuck, I’d move heaven and hell to outlast that energizer bunny when he’s riled up.”

“I know, I feel the same way about Terry,” Joey sighed. “I just wish I could keep up. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that my body just can’t.”

“Man, you are living my life right now,” Roman shook his head. “I don’t got no complaints about my man besides that he puts out too much. To be fair, him and Terry have been helping take care of each other, and I’ve enjoyed helping as well, but I can hardly keep up with Levi let alone your husband. His heat is somethin’ else, unnatural even.”

“Unnatural?” Joey cocked a brow. “How so?”

“Nothing bad,” Roman waived him off. “If anything he’s making Levi jealous. He thought he had the strongest heat of anyone he knew, but now he’s chomping at the bit every time he gets even a whiff of your man.”

“Wait, Terry’s heat turns on other cboys too?” Joey’s brow furrowed. “I thought that couldn’t happen.”

“So did we, but fuck if Levi and Kam aren’t getting their just deserts when it comes to the heat payback. Terry’s heat is so strong it lasts for days and makes even those two needy boy’s hot and ready. To be honest, I’ve had to pull out the big guns to keep up with both Levi and Terry lately.”

“The big guns?” Joey was intrigued. How much more could someone do? You only have so much stamina. “What do you mean?”

“You know,” Roman paused before chuckling, his voice deep as he did so. “Sorry, I guess you don’t. That’s the whole reason we started this arrangement. Oh wait—” Roman’s eyes went wide. “You mean you’ve been doing this all raw? With no other performance enhancers? Fuck, even Caleb needs assistant with Kam’s heat from time to time. How are you not just absolutely exhausted?”

“I…I mean, I am exhausted, but doesn’t that just come with the territory? I mean, it’s a workout in its own right.”

“Yeah, but we aren’t completely helpless, my dude,” Roman smacked Joey’s shoulder playfully. “Hell, Spartans, the greatest warriors that ever lived, didn’t go into battle bareback.”

“Oh?” Joey winced at the hand smack. Again, Roman was a massive guy, he didn’t know his own strength, so even a playful smack still stung. “Well, what should I do?”

“Well, this whole arrangement we got going on isn’t just for Terry. We promised to help you too.” Roman rubbed his chin before flashing Joey a bright smile. “How’s about us guys show you how we handle our heat stricken better halves. You got time tonight to come over and have me show you?”

“I mean…” Joey had to mull it over. He knew Roman genuinely wanted to help, but he didn’t know if he could have another session like he did with Kam and Caleb and still satisfy Terry. “I don’t think I can do that and keep Terry’s heat under wraps.”

“Don’t sweat it!” Roman waived his concerns off. “Caleb and Kam have been dying to take Terry for a spin. That is, if he’s comfortable with that. It’s about time those two started pulling their weight in all this. They’ve been enjoying the heat high without any of the work that goes into keeping Terry satisfied.” Roman paused, clenching his fist and snorting out his nostrils. “It really gets me steamed when those two’s easy-going attitudes make them shirk their duties. It’s up to us men in our prime to carry the neediest of us, especially when they are their most vulnerable.”

Joey gave that some thought. Roman seemed very passionate about sex, at least in a giving capacity. He was offering to help Joey in this instance as much as he was helping Terry. That was somehow comforting to the tiger knowing that this wasn’t just them trying to get in his husband’s pants, but actually help them with their marital problems. And what was this if not another sexual marital problem they were willing to help him solve.

“Ya know what, let’s do it,” Joey smiled. “Yeah, teach me your sex warrior ways.”

“Hell yeah!” Roman flexed his arm and gave a sexy growl. “I’m going to show you every trick in the book on how to keep up with your man. Just you wait…or can you?”

Roman nodded to Joey’s shorts. Sure enough, his half hard dick was bouncing in them as they walked.

“Oh, sorry,” Joey blushed.

“Don’t be,” Roman purred, his voice almost a sexy growl. “I like knowing what I’m working with.”

Joey blinked at that, gulping back as his tail hiked up. Was…Roman flirting with him? Just then Roman gave him a wink before continuing.

“You almost done with your workout? We can head back together if you want.”

“I…yeah, I can be done.”

“Good on ya, let’s show you how a real man fucks.”

Joey felt a tingle go up his spine at that, his pucker clenching. His shorts weren’t getting any looser.

***

Joey felt like he was entering a different reality as he passed through the door to his neighbor’s apartment. It was like some strange barrier was just crossed that he always knew was there, but just never thought of crossing it. He wasn’t cheating, but he thought that maybe that’s what it felt like. Crossing a line you never thought you would. It was a strange melancholy that made him feel like there was a blind spot on his back that was exposed to a predator. It kind of kept his nerves on end.

“So,” Joey gave a half chuckle. “This is where the magic happens, huh?”

“Yeah, here,” Roman nodded to the living room. “Over there, on the couch, pretty much everywhere. I’m sure Terry knows our apartment almost as much as we do at this point. You haven’t been over yet, huh?”

“No,” Joey rubbed his arm. “I haven’t ‘taken the plunge’ yet. Though, I think it’s time I held up my end of the agreement I made with Terry and at least try to learn more.”

“Sure thing!” Roman smiled, peeling off his tank and exposing his powerful back muscles. “Good on ya.”

Joey blushed. Roman really was a handsome beast of a man. If you’ve ever seen a jaguar in motion, you know what it’s like to watch Roman move. It’s like his hide floated above his body, all his movements were confusing, the pattering not shifting nearly as much at his joints and muscles did. It created this languid motion above the powerful muscles that exerted below. No matter how bulky or cut Roman was, he couldn’t help but be elegant. His own actions camouflaged by the fact his skin shifted around his movements. To say he was mesmerizing was an understatement.

Joey felt his heart skip a beat as Roman gripped his shorts and let them fall, kicking them off to the side as his big, muscular ass was exposed.

“Come on newbie! I’m going to show you the basics of lasting,” Roman opened the door to his room and leaning against the doorway. The jaguar’s profile showing off the dedication he put into his body. Not only that, Joey saw the heat he was packing between his legs. Roman’s cock was thick and long, maybe a little shorter than his own by maybe a couple inches, but still, it looked far more vicious with its barbs.

Joey gulped and took a deep breath to calm himself. He was suddenly smacked with a familiar sweet heat. Joey’s dick throbbed in his pants, his foot paws flexing in his running shoes as his heart raced.

“You ready?” Roman asked again.

“Y-Yes,” Joey nodded and peeled off his shirt. “Sorry if I’m a bit smelly. I didn’t shower after our workout.”

“I know,” Roman nodded. “That was by design.”

“Oh,” Joey pulled his shit off, the basic short sleeve bundled up in his paws with his wind breaker. “Okay, where did you want me to put these?”

“Stop worrying about the small stuff and just toss them down. When your man needs you, you don’t waste time questioning where your clothes are going. You pick up the mess later.”

“That makes sense,” Joey let them fall to the floor in a heap. “Pants too?”

Roman gave a deep purr and a nod. Joey’s tail hiked up. He had never felt like this around a guy before! What was this?

Joey undid his sweatpants and let his underwear and shorts hit the floor before walking into the bedroom. Terry’s heat was even stronger in the bedroom. He looked at the bed, the tossed sheets and the clothes strewn across the floor in piles. Joey could tell there was some sort of system to the mess, but he didn’t quite understand it.

As soon as he was inside, Roman closed the door and gently took Joey by the shoulders and pulled him close.

“Let’s set the proper mood,” Roman placed his lips against Joey’s. The tiger’s heart fluttered, his spine tingling. He had never been handled so forcefully, so strong, he felt like he was wrapped in the most powerful arms that could keep him safe from anything. He melted into those arms, giving into the fantasy as their lips smacked. Roman’s tongue lulled into his maw, dancing around his and making the tiger’s dick throb. The salty smell of their workout fresh on their hides while the sweet heat that permeated the room caused their hearts to beat faster.

In a strange moment he envisioned Terry as Roman. Big, strong, and with that pendulous dick holding him in his arms.

Roman broke the kiss and guided Joey to the bed and set him down.

“Okay Joey,” Roman sat on the other end of his bed, spreading his powerful legs wide and gripping his dick. “First things first. Get your easy nut out.”

“Easy nut?” Joey cocked his head to the side, pressing his fingers together nervously.

“Yeah, not much you can do about your easy nut, especially when there’s heat involved.” Roman smirked, gripping his shaft, squeezing the base as a dollop of pre welled up on the tip before rolling down and dancing from barb to barb. “So, I ain’t going to waste either of our time working on the first nut. It’s the second one we got to work on keeping in.”

“S-Sure, that makes sense,” Joey nodded. Roman lifted his leg and put it on Joey’s, forcing him to spread his legs and causing his ten inch dick to slap up against his abdominals.

“Damn, the boys weren’t kidding. You really do outsize me. Fuck dude, you got a nice setup.”

“I do?” Joey blushed, his dick twitching. Was he getting turned on by Roman’s compliments?

“Damn straight!” Roman smirked, putting an arm on the headboard of the bed to relax while he stroked his dick with his other hand. “Now come on and show me what the boys taught you so far.”

Joey blushed deeply and gripped his own dick and started stroking.

“Huh,” Roman cocked a brow. “Loosen up your wrist a bit and use the pre-nut to lube yourself.”

“I…yes sir…”

“Sir?” Roman purred it back like it was a question. “You doin’ okay Boy Scout?”

“Uh…I…” Joey was blushing so hard it was showing through his orange fur. “I um…I don’t know.”

“Well, however the boys taught you was effective. How did they do it?”

“I…don’t remember much. I was really drunk and…they kind of took control of the situation.”

“Oh,” Roman purred, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. “Does the Boy Scout like being told what to do?”

“I…I do work better with instruction…” Joey gave a little half chuckle.

“Well, how ‘bout that,” Roman chuckled. “You’re a bit kinkier than I gave you credit for. So, you like it when you call me sir?” Roman gestured to Joey’s dick with his foot paw. “You twitched when you said it.”

“I…I guess,” Joey shrugged.

“Say it,” Roman instructed.

“S-Say what?”

“Call me Sir,” Roman smirked.

Joey tried to swallow, but his maw was dry. He opened his mouth, a bit of a squeak coming out before he cleared his throat.

“I guess I like it…Sir,” Joey felt a bloom of something nice in his gut that tingled up his spine and caused his dick to throb.

“Shit,” Roman purred out. “You do need a firm hand, huh.” Roman took his hand off his own dick. “Then how about we start with an exercise. You like what you see?”

Roman put his hands behind his head and leaned back, his abs crunching as he held the pose.

“Yes,” Joey let the confession slip out.

“Yes what?” Roman smirked.

“Yes Sir,” Joey immediately corrected his mistake.

“Now that’s a good Boy Scout,” Roman smirked. “I can work with this. I don’t get to be in charge too often with Levi, but I can work with what you’re packing. You ever suck dick before?”

“I…I don’t believe I have…” Joey’s eyes kept darting from Roman’s eyes to his glistening shaft. “Sir.”

“Well, how can you expect to teach your man if you don’t’ know how to do it. Come here.”

Joey felt that command like a hand gripping his scruff. It was firm, it was strong, and he leaned forward, crawling forward. Roman adjusted himself so his back was against the headboard, throwing some pillows out of the way as he presented his dick, his corded muscles pointing to it like it was the main attraction. He looked pretty average size, but that was simply because everything else was proportionate on Roman’s body. He was huge in every regard, and just because his massive, sculpted body mislead his true size between his legs didn’t mean it was any less real.

“Go on, or do you want me to guide you?” Roman asked.

“Yes, guide me please…um…Sir,” Joey nodded.

Roman leaned forward and pressed his lips against Joey’s, his hands cupping the tiger’s face before lacing into his hair. He pulled back, their lips breaking as he pulled him down. Roman paused at any resistance, but it was just Joey getting into position. Then the tiger was face to face with Roman’s one-eyed beast. It was warm, it had the faint smell of Terry’s heat seeping around it. Joey knew that smell and how hard it was to wash off. It lasted for a long time, and he knew that his man had been on that dick in the last few days. That thought only made his mouth water.

“Now, I have barbs, so be careful not to push yourself—oh fuuuuuuuck…” Roman’s hand rested on the back of Joey’s head, bobbing as the tiger wrapped his lips around that cock head, the little barbs like little bumps. It almost felt like little pieces of sand that had been imbedded in his flesh, only they didn’t feel grainy, they felt natural and fleshy with some give. Joey realized that the dickhead resembled a much larger version of a clit, almost like Kam’s. He thought the same principals would apply so he slurped over the head of that shaft and flipped his tongue over the base.

“Holy shit, you’re a fucking natural, Boy Scout!” Roman moaned. “Don’t try to take it down your throat though. The barbs would be too much for a first timer. Use your hands instead to stroke the shaft.”

Joey obeyed, a “Yes Sir” silently rolling in Joey’s mind. A thick jet of pre smacked Joey’s throat, causing him to gag, but after a moment, he adjusted and continued slurping, sucking, bobbing, and drooling over that cock. The musky salty flavor was a delectable contrast to Terry’s sweet musk. It was so much stronger, with a bitter tang that didn’t made it feel like a more mature flavor.

“Holy shit! Fuck! I’m going to cum!” Roman rumbled, half expecting Joey to peel off him, but instead the tiger doubled his efforts. His hands rolled over that shaft, his lips slurping on that cock before it swelled into an angry red and shot. Thick wads of creamy jaguar cream smacked the roof of Joey’s mouth, filing his muzzle and causing him to shoot a little bit of it out of his nose. He felt Roman’s powerful fingers resisting the urge to push his skull down, to sink his dick deep into his throat, and Joey was grateful for that, and for every thick rope of spunk the jaguar gave him.

That dick slowly ebbed and Joey sucked down that nut, his body almost craving that warm cub batter as it rolled down his throat. Roman peeled him off his dick and their lips mashed together. Despite having busted, Roman was still hard as a rock, his cock leaking milky pre. Joey felt like his skin was alight, his fur standing on end as he shared the remanence of that musky essence with the man who was making out with him, their tongues smacked, their kissing far more deep and forceful than anything with Terry.

“Fuck,” Roman smacked off Joey’s lips. “We still got to get your nut out, Boy Scout. Turn around, face down, ass up.”

“Don’t I need to use my hand or—”

“Just trust me,” Roman countered while getting off the bed and pulling something from the closet. It looked like a large metal ring. “Lesson number one is cock rings.”

“Cock rings?” Joey asked as he got into position. Roman paused as he looked at the lean and powerful form of the tiger laying on his bed. He had to pause and purr, his face blushing a bit too.

“Damn, you cut a handsome figure,” Roman rumbled before slipping the cock ring on. “Yeah, these rings help you keep hard. I’ll show you how they work in a minute.”

The mattress shifted as Roman got on the bed again, he purred as he looked at that thick ass. All that running made Joey’s hamstrings and calves strong, but his ass was also something of beauty. Roman put his meaty hands on those cheeks and spread them, the cute pink pucker winking at him.

“What are you Ohoooohhh ha-ye-yeahhhhhh,” Joey melted as Roman’s tongue lulled over his pucker, tracing circles over that tight little ring while flicking over his taint and slipping back up to that sensitive hole. Joey’s dick was already hard as iron form the heat he was huffing all around, but as soon as that tongue touched his hole, he pressed his face into the mattress and pushed back into Roman’s muzzle. Joey could pinpoint the exact place Terry had cum on the mattress, his nose stuck right into it as Roman tossed his salad and licked his hole.

Roman purred, his tongue vibrating as he rolled his “R’s” against his pucker, making Joey purr and chirp, his tail thrashing about as Roman put a hand between the tiger’s legs and started stroking him off. Joey’s toe paws splayed, his hips swaying gently and pushing back against that talented and powerful tongue. Roman’s lips smacked and worked over that taint, his tongue lulling up over that pucker, loosening it for the inevitable next lesson.

Joey was a drooling mess, huffing his husband’s leftover heat on the mattress, his ass being eaten by a pro behind him while his dick was stroked. His cock was getting darker, harder than it had ever been before except when balls deep in his husband. Then Roman’s tongue lulled into his hole.

“AH! Ah oh ah,” Joey twitched as that tongue wormed its way into his hole until it found that sweet spot and smacked it. Joey couldn’t hold back his orgasm if he tried. His cock throbbed, spewing cum all over the sheets as Roman purred into his hole, feeling that prostate flex against his tongue.

“Fuck,” Roman murred pulling away from those cheeks. “Damn, Boy Scout, you got a sweet ass.”

“R-Really?” Joey huffed.

“Yeah, sweetest ass I’ve ever had without a pussy next to it anyway.” Roman gripped Joey and pulled him up, his powerful hand running down the tiger’s side and chest as he was taken into his arms. “You ready for the real teaching to begin?”

“I might need a minute,” Joey huffed, but his half hard cock was already starting to come back to life, the heat pheromones around him causing his balls to itch and tingle.

“Trust me, you’ll like this next part,” Roman leaned back, letting Joey stay upright. “Turn around and face me.”

“But…wouldn’t that mean that I’m in position to have…um…sex with you?”

“Didn’t the boys teach you nothing? How can you expect to fuck right if you don’t get fucked.” Roman smirked.

“Oh my,” Joey blushed and turned around, his ass cheeks pressed up against the cock throbbing behind him. “So…is it going to hurt?”

“I mean, if you took Caleb before, I think you’ll be fine with me,” Roman winked. “Now, how about you lube me up and I’ll get inside you nice and smooth like.”

Roman tossed a small bottle of lube from the nightstand and Joey fumbled it before slapping it between his hands. With Roman’s instruction, he took the lube and squirted a generous amount in his hand and slid it back over the jaguar’s dick. Sure, his spit and leftover pre would lube him up, but Roman wasn’t going to risk hurting Joey with his second anal probe. Once Roman’s dick was nice and slick, Joey lifted his ass while angling it to his pucker.

“Am…am I doing it right?”

“Almost,” Roman smiled and gripped his own shaft and angled it. “There ya go. Now go down slow.”

Joey gave a harsh intake of breath as he sat down on that cock, his hole resisting for a moment before suddenly slipping in. Roman purred as his cock was slowly encased in nice, tight, tiger ass. Joey slipped down little at a time, waiting for the pain to come, but nothing ever did. Before he knew it, he was balls deep, his hands coming to rest on Roman’s powerful chest.

Joey felt amazing, his body full and brimming with a giddy sensation that tingled up his spine. Then he saw his own dick, it was rock hard.

“Oh my goodness,” Joey didn’t think he could get that hard that quickly, even with pheromones.

“Yeah, we’ll need to get you set up with some anal plugs and cock rings to keep yourself going. And when you’re ready, you can get used to the one’s I use.”

“W-What ones do you use, Sir?” Joey shivered and purred.

“Glad you asked,” Roman shifted, his fingers going to his own asshole where his own anal plug was placed and pressed the button. Instantly the plug started buzzing against his prostate, and the vibrations rolled up into Joey’s ass.

“Oh god! Oh-Oh-OH god!” Joey’s spine arched, his toes fanning, his tail lashing. “OH merciful god in Heaven! Oh AH God-Fuck-God Ah!”

“Yeah,” Roman purred, licking his chops and starting to slowly roll his hips. “It’s quite the shocker, huh?”

“Oh Shit damn that’s so Good—God my God!” Joey didn’t even know what he was saying. It was gibberish as the pleasure vibrated up his spine. “H-How in the world do you—OH-ah-ah! Last like this!”

“That’s the thing, with the added stimulation, cock ring, and heat pheromones, I can be at it all night baby. You doin’ good?” Roman joked as he slowly rolled his hips, his powerful fingers gripping that tight tiger cake, it welling up around his claws.

“Oh my fuck yes!” Joey started to roll his hips back, his muscles twitching as he got use to the invasive and all-encompassing pleasure. Each barb was like another point of vibration, each one tingling like a little firecracker against that spire of buzzing pleasure. “How…how can you…how do you not just orgasm like this?”

“Like anything, Boy Scout, it takes practice,” Roman hips started up a steady rhythm against Joey’s. “Now, everything you’re feeling right now will be magnified in a good, heated snatch. How long to do you think your pretty little husband would last with this kind of action? I could tell ya, but a gentleman never kisses and tells.”

Joey was bouncing on that cock, his hips smacking down as Roman dug his heels into the mattress and fucked up into that hole. All the while, those barbs sparked spiraling vibrations through his hole, his prostate being assaulted by one massive shaft and dozens of little buzzing fingers.

It was a steady pace, a gentle and easy going pace that didn’t cause either of them to get over heated or exhausted. Joey finally understood. Neither of them needed to do so much with all the added stimuli and they were both already edging. Joey’s prostate buzzed with Roman’s cock against it, the sensation tingling down his cock and up into his guts. It was indescribable as it rolled through him, bouncing and plapping on that cock.

“Oh God! I can’t hold it any longer!” Joey mewled like a kitten, his hands going onto Roman’s knees as he slapped himself up and down on that cock, his own prestigious boner smacking and flopping against Roman’s powerful abs.

“Shit! Fuck!” Roman wasn’t expecting the Boy Scout to suddenly snap into a crazed riding bronco. He lost his focus as he came, his balls drawing up and bouncing as he unleashed a thick wad up Joey’s ass.

Joey screamed in pleasure. It was involuntary, he couldn’t control it. He saw stars as his cock throbbed, the tiger’s disco stick swinging in circles and flinging his ropes in all directions, smacking the walls, the bed, Roman’s pecs, his own face and open mouth, getting a fresh taste of his own musk as he continued to ride on that shaft and spackle the room with his nut.

Joey tried to milk that pleasure, to keep it going. It was so good! But Roman sat up and pulled him into his arms. It was like a switch was flipped and his legs gave out as soon as he was surrounded by powerful muscle. Their lips met as they made out, Joey’s hands roaming around, unable to calm himself as he mewled and purred on that shaft.

“Ready for round three, Boy Scout?” Roman purred into his neck, nibbling it. Joey’s toes fanned, his asshole clenching on that buzzing shaft and causing his prostate to twitch.

“Yes Sir!” Joey moaned, riding back, feeling safe and secure with that muscle held him close, making out with him, while languidly fucking him into a messy puddle. The tiger’s orgasm mixing with his husband’s heat on the dirty sheets.

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