Samel's Summer 4: Bait
#4 of Samel's Summer
After 46 year old Davie indicated his unease with engaging in sexual activities with 19 year old Samel, he tried to make some distance between them, only for Samel's desperation to go into overdrive.
It had been three days since Davie left, and Samel was losing his mind.
Emotions hounded him at every turn, growing more and more intense as the hours slipped by. The first day hadn't been too bad. He was restless, sure. But he had Davie's number and that gave him hope. He spent most of the day chatting with friends from college online with new energy and confidence. He was light on the detail, but he did brag more than he intended to about losing his virginity. Unsurprisingly, his friends were in full support.
Which only made the second day that much worse. His friends had cheered for him. That meant it was good, right? All that sex with a boar older than his father. He loved every moment of it. Davie was the only one who had doubts. Samel pulled up Davie's contact in his phone, heart racing as he drafted out a message.
_Hey Davie, I've been thinking a lot about what we've done and I understand your concern. None of this should have happened, but it did... and I liked it. I'm not a stupid kid, I've been living out of home for a year now and I can handle myself fine. So I don't think this is a mistake, or something wrong. I only think good of what we did. And I hope you can too.
Love, Samel_
He stared at his phone, hands shaking. He winced as he removed the 'Love' in the sign off. It still didn't feel right. Too formal, too many questions or things he knew Davie could shut down. Davie seemed real enough, maybe a conversation would be better? He erased everything except 'Hey Davie'. And then he just felt like an idiot, so he deleted that too.
Groaning loudly, he sat down on the couch where they'd fucked. It had taken him a good hour making sure all the stains were scrubbed out of the upholstery. It still smelled faintly of Davie's sweat, and that was all it took for a rock hard boner to grow in Samel's shorts. He retreated to the bedroom he'd been staying in while he house sat. It was smaller than most of the rooms in the manor, a bit darker too which was a comfort. He lay on his bed for hours, stomach aching as he tried to find a solution he wanted. He couldn't even bring himself to jack off. Porn seemed so boring and mundane now and jerking it alone was a hollow experience, only a day past Davie giving him a handjob in the shower, among all the other things they'd done.
But on the morning of the third day, he realized there was an excuse to make honest contact. Davie had said he'd answer advice, but there wasn't anything Samel could think of that felt genuine. There was however, his duty to looking after the dirty pool. Davie had mentioned Samel should run another backwash in a few days. It had been a few days. He made himself wait until midmorning, not wanting to be impatient.
Hey, should I do another backwash today?
Samel stared at the message, feeling good about it. He sent it without a moment's hesitation, heart beating fast. A response came almost immediately.
Samel? Yeah. Remember how? ;)
A smile grew on the tiger's lips. That stupid little winky face carried so much more. He started a message back, something a little flirty when a second message from Davie came in.
Sorry.
Followed by:
Just turn that handle I showed you, then hit that switch. No messing around with pool guys!!!
Samel's heart sunk. That stung more than he thought it would. He deleted his half-written response. He wanted to say something, but he wasn't sure what.
That was the best part :(
As soon as he sent it, he wanted nothing more than to take it back. He felt so stupid, how immediately he'd shown his intent. He lay on his bed, hoping for a reply. As expected, nothing came. He could so easily imagine Davie shaking his head and muttering some expletive. "Fucking hell." Samel growled to himself. He hissed. All the confusion in him was so mixed with positives and negatives it felt impossible to feel certain taking any course of action. Swearing like Davie did frequently suddenly made sense.
Eventually Samel picked himself up off the bed and wandered out to the pool. It was still a job worth doing. But as he approached the pump shed, his cock stirred. Seeing it again brought back all the memories. He opened it up, and turned the handle for the filter. He could feel Davie's body against his, the boar's breath down the back of his neck. He put a finger on the switch, purring as he relived the sensation of Davie's cock swelling against him. The pump gurgled as it started the backwash and Samel spun around, only there was no hunky pool guy to kiss him. He dropped his shorts, breathing heavy as he ran his fingers over his ass. How suddenly Davie had pressed his tongue into Samel's hole. That was the moment the tiger's more active sexuality had started to awaken.
He was so horny his cock ached with it. And then a really, really stupid idea struck him. He got down on all fours, posing with his ass in the air in front of the pump shed and took a picture of himself. He knew if he thought it through he'd back down. So he didn't. He sent it straight to Davie, heart racing, cock leaking pre. It only took a moment for the reply.
Hot. But not appropriate to send your pool guy.
Samel smirked, he raised his tail and spread his cheeks with one hand and somehow managed to snap a half decent shot of it and sent it through. Samel watched as Davie started typing, the alert for it on the message app popped up. Then stopped. Then started again, longer this time. Then stopped. After a long gap, the response came.
Much better.
Samel breathed a sigh of relief. His phone buzzed again as Davie sent another message.
You're so fucking annoying
There was a picture attached. Davie had taken it in his car, camera angled down at his lap. The bulge of his thick cock went right down his thigh. Another moment passed, and Samel's phone started ringing. Davie was video calling him. He answered, set it on speaker and gave the camera a shake of his ass.
"Finger yourself." Davie's voice came tinny through the speaker. "Right now." Samel could hear the lust in his voice. He brushed his fingers over his asshole. "Fuck." Davie grunted. Samel pressed a finger against his hole. "Suck on it, get it wet." He lifted his phone up so Davie could see him lick at his finger before putting it deep in his mouth and drawing it back with a distinct lip smacking. There was a haze in the boar's eyes, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. Samel adjusted the camera to give a good shot as he circled his wet finger around his asshole. He pushed it in, past the puckered flesh. Davie groaned loudly. "You've tightened up." He exhaled. "Fuck I bet that feels good." He let out an angry growl. "On my way," he said, and then he hung up.
Samel leapt to his feet, grinning as he ran inside, throwing off his shirt and leaving it with his shorts in a pile on the floor. He waited, completely naked in the front room, mind aflame with horny thoughts. It only took a few minutes for Davie to arrive. Samel opened the door, somewhat nervous to be exposing himself like this. Though there were tall trees and shrubs in the front garden, any neighbor who happened to be looking couldn't miss it. Davie stared at him, so full of lust. Samel's eyes widened upon seeing that Davie had threaded his fat cock through the fly of his pants. The tiger stepped outside and put his mouth over it, no longer caring who might see. This was what he'd been missing for the last few days, and now he had it. Davie grunted, letting the tiger suckle on him for a few moments. Then he shoved a meaty hand against Samel's chest and forced him inside.
"The fuck are you doing?" Davie glared.
"Nobody saw."
"Nah, fuck that." Davie snorted. "This is my lunch break and you're wasting time." He yanked Samel off of his feet, put him over a shoulder like he was a sack of flour and walked into the living room. He threw the younger tiger on the sofa, ripped off his shirt and wrapped his hand around Samel's tail. He started forcing his tongue between Samel's cheeks. With urgency he buried his face in the striped rump and made no effort to be gentle. The tiger's hole was still a little looser than it was a few days ago, it wouldn't take as long to get him ready but feeling it restrict around him sent electricity down his spine. He jabbed a finger in beside his tongue. Samel moaned. Davie jerked his finger hard, forcing it wider. The muscles wanted to contract, but they remembered how far they'd stretched only days before. "Where's that lube?" Davie pulled his head back and found the bottle beside the couch. He didn't think Samel was ready, but he also didn't care. He slathered a good amount on the tiger's ass and covered his own cock with it.
He put his hands down hard on Samel's back and pressed his tip against the tiger's hole. Definitely not ready. He pressed his hips forward, Samel grunted in pain as Davie's cockhead stretched his hole wider. He braced against the couch. Davie kept pushing in, slowly sliding inch after inch of his massive cock in. Samel writhed, unable to do anything but take it. It hurt, he shouted out as Davie gave a quick pump and pressed his pelvis against the soft fur of the tiger's ass.
"Fuck you feel so good." Davie could hardly move his cock, Samel's guts clutched it so tightly. With slow, uneven jerks he made room.
"Hurts." Samel whimpered.
"Good." Davie stabbed his cock in hard. Samel hissed, back arching as he pushed against it. "It's what a slut like you deserves." Davie thumped his hips hard. Samel cried out, body contorting as he tried to minimize the pain. "Stupid fucking cat." He started building up a stronger pace, pleasure rolled in waves up his belly. "This is what'll fucking happen." He grabbed Samel by the scruff of his neck and held the tiger up as he pounded. He could feel how tense Samel was. "Relax." Davie growled in his ear. "This is what you wanted."
A single tear fell down Samel's cheek, his face twisted into a mask of pain. He grunted and he groaned as Davie didn't relent, each jerk of his hips stronger than the last. Davie moaned, feeling the young tiger's fur against his chest. Samel opened his eyes, still wincing as gasp after gasp jumped out of him.
"You like it now, cocksleeve?" Davie tightened his hold on Samel's scruff, grabbing all the elastic skin in a tight fist. Samel's expression shifted from pain to pleasure. "Fuck." Davie thrust as hard and as fast as he dared, his balls slapping loudly against Samel's ass with every move. "You're so fucked." Davie muttered between rushed gasps and grunts. "Fucking whore." He threw Samel back against the couch, climbing over to force his cock in with the entire weight of his body behind it. "Stupid fucking cat." He humped the tiger with such a frenzied pace he nearly fell out with every thrust. "Do you want it down your throat or in your ass?" Davie's balls thrummed with an orgasm.
"Ass." Samel's voice was muted, drowned out by the throes of passion. Davie bucked his hips so hard the entire couch shifted. He threw all his strength into the last few pumps of his hips before he exploded in Samel's guts. He fell over, still humping as his cum filled the young tiger. He lay on top of Samel in a daze, lost in pleasure. "Can't breathe." Samel's quiet voice came out from under him. Davie rolled over, bringing the tiger with him.
"I think you win." Davie exhaled a long breath, running shaky hands down Samel's back. "Fucking hell."
Samel panted against him, exhausted. It had taken so much out of him to endure that.
Davie gave him a rough kiss on the lips. "Horny little slut."
Samel hissed as he took Davie out of him, cum dripped free. He grunted as he lay his head back down against Davie's neck.
"You okay?"
"That fucking hurt." Samel winced.
"Don't act so surprised." Davie chuckled. "Should've said something if it was too much."
"It wasn't. It just hurt." He wasn't sure if he wanted an apology or what. Davie kissed him again.
"Think I'm done acting like I'm some kind of good guy." He squeezed one of Samel's ears. "If you want me to fuck you, I will fuck you. You win, slut."
Samel nuzzled his face against Davie's neck and smiled. "Good."
"If you ever regret this, just remember it's your fault for being such a good fuck." Davie pressed a finger against one of Samel's fangs. "This still feels wrong but that just turns me on."
Samel wanted to say more, but he couldn't make sense of his feelings to speak his mind.
"I have to get back to work." Davie stood up, holding Samel under one arm. He carried the tiger across the manor to stop inside the bathroom. "Go clean yourself up." He half tossed, half placed Samel inside the shower. "I take it you're free tonight?"
"Nothing planned."
"Do you wanna crash at mine? It's not as nice but it is a little weird that we're banging in someone else's house." Davie shrugged. "I don't mind, but it is a little uncomfortable. Also, if we're going to make this a thing, uh, would be nice to get to know you a little better than just some horny college kid with an impressive dedication to taking my cock."
Samel grinned fiercely. "Let's do it."
"Alright. I'll pick you up around 7."
Happiness glowed within Samel. This was exactly what he wanted. Would that count as a date night? It certainly wasn't not a date.