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MacLaren's, it was a special kind of pub. In this town there are three kinds of pubs that I can go to find some fun. The human gay bars, not many furs hit these joints and those that do are looking to score, or have been dragged there by friends or sometimes both. I hit those places to just relax and not try, good place to enjoy a pint and not care if you get hit on or not. Sorry fellow smoothskins I like me some real tail.

Then you have the furry gay clubs, where the music thumps and rabbits hump. I hit those places when I'm desperate a skinny pale smoothskin like me is a tasty exotic treat to the furs with a taste for skin. Last time I hit one I ended up being passed back and forth between a tiger and his rhino boyfriend, fuck, talk about one hell of a night, I couldn't walk straight for weeks. Still it's a hook up place and I am actually looking for Mr Right, though I'll settle for Mr Right Here, well most nights anyway.

Then there is MacLaren's, it's the only pub that's neither one thing nor the other. Making it something different, and unique, furs and humans a plenty. Set up by some jackal and his human husband they are keen to provide for everyone. Discrimination of any kind is dealt with by an iron fist, or paw depending who is on the door that night.

This night it was Bruce the gorilla, seven feet of muscle, black fur and manly stink. Damn I would do some naughty things to him, except I ain't his type. Ape likes pussy, and not the kitty cat kind. Still he's good people and he knows me, he has no problem letting me in. The place was jumping, wall to wall furries and smoothies, doing the bump and grind, wine and dine, chit and chat. The place had everything, a dance floor in a separate room with it's own bar for those who like to let loose and grind. A gastro pub section, serving wine and reasonably priced, reasonably edible, food. Then there was the section I preferred, the real pub, music subdued so you can talk, real ales on tap, real males to get tapped, a pool table, snooker table and TVs showing the sports.

I loved this room, especially on nights like this, it's where the males who like males hang. Now I ain't a snob, I've done my fair share of skinny and campy, hell I'm way skinnier than I wish I was. But what I really like is men, or males, big beefy, stinky, grimy, masculine men. That's what floats my boat, rings my bell, raises my mast if you will. That night was a particularly good night, Newcastle getting a spanking off Liverpool on the telly. Pool table and snooker table surrounded by men drinking, talking and laughing.

Nodding my head I signalled the cheetah barman who started pulling a pint of Guinness, I like a good stout in my mouth and if it can't be cock it should be Guinness. It was as I picked up my pint that I felt a huge hand land on my shoulder. I work out, I keep myself fit, my shoulders ain't small, yet next to this hand they looked like they belonged to a ten year old girl. I turned to look at the owner and nearly spat my stout in his face.

Seven foot of muscle, arms beefier than a herd of bulls and chest sticking out so far I almost kissed it by accident as I turned. He was topless, like most furs tend to be in MacLaren's, black and white skin with an intriguing pattern. Swirling tattoos on his right peck and some tribal symbol on his left. A fucking Orca, I had never seen one in any club before and he just walked right up to me and tapped me on the shoulder. I looked up into a grinning face, razor sharp teeth practically glinting in the dim light.

His paw slipped down my arm, and he tugged up the sleeve of my t shirt to reveal my bear paw tattoo. "Nice ink, you got any more like?"

Fucking hell a geordie orca? I couldn't believe my luck, I mean for those yanks out there, there is a certain mystique around different kinds of Englishmen. Cockneys are way too cheery for me, brummies, scousers, manxs all way too nasal, don't talk to me about west country. Yorkshiremen are nice, though the mutilation of the word the does my head in, you're going down the mill, not 't mill. Geordies have a reputation, even the smoothskins go around topless in the middle of winter and boys it's fucking cold up north. They are real men, well maybe it was all talk and reputation, but the accent is nice so long as it's not too strong, musical on the ear and friendly.

"Y..yeah, down my back and front." I replied taking a large swig of my beer, didn't want to seem like some pussy twinky boy next to the northern muscle mountain.

"Giz a squiz then," it wasn't a question it was a statement of what would happen. His tone was confident and even, his lips turned up in a smile. Of course it took me a few seconds to realise what a squiz was, eventually the penny dropped in my horny brain. I placed my pint down, unable to take my brown eyes off his blue ones as I pulled up my shirt. A trail of wolf paw prints leading down my chest and I turned to show him a trail of tiger ones going down my back.

Breath caught in my throat as I felt a finger slip into my jeans and pull them back a little. Heat radiated off his body as he took a step closer and towered over and around me. I could feel his gaze as he stared down at my arse and the paw prints that ended at my arsecrack.

"Nice, how far down do they go on your front?" The hulking beast asked letting go of my jeans and turning me around, gently but firmly, to face him.

"D...down my thighs to my knees." I replied picking up my pint and letting my shirt drop again.

"Hot, you wanna join me in that booth mate, maybe get to know iz a bit more?" The orca asked waving at a booth, which miraculously was free. I was across the pub and in that booth at a speed that would make any Olympic sprinter sit up and take notice.

"Name's Dave, now you looking for Mr Right?" He rumbled as he sat down, his pint glass thumping down on the table as his huge body was suddenly pressed up against me. I couldn't breath anything but think leathery and slightly oceanic musk.

"I... I suppose so yes." I muttered my hands going to his huge chest, the heat radiating off him was immense, his skin was thick like leather and his muscles were as firm and delicious as they looked.

A hand so huge it covered almost one side of my entire head caressed my cheek with surprising gentleness. He glanced over at the TV to see Newcastle go another goal down, he shook his head in dismay saying "the toon's getting their arse's kicked, again. I need a good cheer up fuck, but I wouldn't object if it went further afterwards. That good enough for you pet?"

My heart leapt into my mouth, I literally choked up as my body, cock and brain all at once desperately tried to scream, "oh my fucking god yes!". Instead I nodded dumbly as my face lit up bright red.

"Nice," he rumbled and before I knew it he was kissing me. Now furs ain't the best kissers usually. Sorry, it's sad but true, you guys all seem desperate to show me just how long and agile your tongue is by sliding it down my throat so far you are tasting my lunch.

This guy, oh fuck, he knew his business, his lips were warm and tender and his tongue was conspicuous by its absence. His lips played with mine as he sighed softly and I moaned. His breath was warm and damp, his hands caressed my face and neck, I could feel the real brute strength of this beast in his fingers. Then just as I relaxed into the kiss orca tongue made an appearance, not in the deep tongue fucking way most furs seem to think is just so sexy. It was gentle, it was sweet, he gave me just enough that I could suckle on the taste of real ale and orca juice. He gave me ever so slightly too little, by the time his lips left mine all I knew was, I wanted more. Fuck that, I needed more!

As the kiss finished I heard a phone tone go off. He reached down and grabbed his mobile. "The taxi's here we should get going like," he stood up pulling me up with him, like I weighed nothing at all.

"You called a taxi?" I had to admit that was a shocker, he hadn't touched his phone since he started talking to me, which means he booked the taxi before hand, as if he knew before he even spoke to me I would be going home with him.

"Don't act so shocked, pet, you already said you'd fuck a guy who didn't even ask your name." His grin was so wide and toothy as he said that for a moment I wondered if the orca colouring wasn't some elaborate make up and I had just been making out with a shark. "Come on lad, so you're easy, doesn't bother me."

Easy? Well ok he did have a point I'd agreed to fuck a guy without even offering my name, that was a first and a new low for me. Of course that was easily explained and balanced by the sexiness of the guy who made me an offer I wasn't physically capable of saying no to. I mean come on a manly orca brute says they want a fuck any bottom, like me, is going to bend over with a big fucking grin no questions asked. Except maybe 'you got any lube?'

"Still, calling the taxi before you even said hi, didn't know I had the words slut tattooed across my forehead." I replied with a bit of an embarrassed grin.

"You don't... it's tattooed on your arse," Dave replied with a friendly laugh as he escorted me out. "Now stop worrying about that and start worrying about the fact you still haven't given me your name, even though I dropped a pretty big fucking hint."

"Scott, and I swear normally it takes at least a lot longer to get me to go home with you," I answered as we headed outside and Bruce gave me a big thumbs up and a nod of approval. Well at least I had the bouncer's blessing.

"I'll take that as a compliment then, pet." He chuckled mussing my hair as we spotted a black cab and an impatient looking human driver. I couldn't help but love when he called me pet, I'd seen enough TV to know it was just a term of endearment for Geordies, still it had strong dominant overtones. Dave put his arm around me and I just found myself melting into his muscular body. Even outside in the freezing February weather he was radiating pure heat. Damn I couldn't wait to feel that body above me, on me and in me.

Knocking on the window of the cab, the driver looked offended at him and wound down the window. "You got the wrong cab, I'm here to pick up a Dr Mathas." He stated indignantly and as I started looking around I heard a deep growl come from the orca.

"That's me, you got a problem with that like?" Dave asked leaning down, his huge head dwarfing the cab window. God I loved it when big dominant male's growled, although I wasn't sure if he was just trying to steal someone else's cab or not.

Apparently being a cabby in London really helps develop fearless, and suicidally insane, tendencies as the cabby matched him glance for glance. "Pull the other one mate, it's got bells on."

Feeling the tension rise I patted Dave on the chest. "We can find another cab," after all I figured his actual taxi had to be around here somewhere.

"Bollocks to that, pet." The orca snarled and pulled out his wallet flashing it at the cabby to show his name on his drivers licence 'Dr D Mathas.' "Now are you going to let me in, or do I call the police and report you for refusing to drive an anthro around? You know that's a criminal offence under the equalities act right?"

As the driver looked at the licence his face fell. "You're a doctor?"

"That's right, now you gonna open the doors mate, or am I going to have to treat some broken bones tonight?" Ok, I'm not normally impressed by threats, but I have to admit I was turned on by this, but then I was turned on by everything he'd done so far.

The door's opened and we climbed into the back. Dave gave his address and the cabbie started to drive without another word. Dave grinned a little sheepishly at me, the first sign of any sort of vulnerability, he leaned down to whisper. "I'm actually a doctor of ecology, but don't let that fucker know." He muttered into my ear and I saw traces of pink on his white cheeks.

I shrugged my shoulders and then pulled his huge arm around my shoulders. As I went to lay my head on his chest he caught my chin with his huge hand and guided my lips up to his dipping muzzle. Finally I got another taste, this time we were both far more passionate, he nibbled and sucked on my lower lip, his huge paw stroking my chest, and then lower. I could hear the tuts of disapproval of the cabby, but neither of us really cared about what he thought.

His tongue lightly grazed my lips as if partitioning for entrance, which I joyfully gave. Taking that strong thick meat into my mouth, sucking on it lightly my tongue teasing the warm pliable flesh I was lost in masculine heaven. His paw slipped under my shirt and I moaned as I felt his leathery fingers tracing up my chest. I squirmed in his arms and squealed a little as two powerful digits found my left nipple and squeezed hard. Fuck, why does something that hurts so much make my cock practically rip through my jeans?

My own hands were roaming his chest, tracing around his huge pecs and then fingering his abs. Oh that man was a god, some exquisite deity cut from black and white marble. I ran my fingers over the tribal symbol on his left pec. He broke the kiss and whispered. "You like my ink?"

"Yeah," I sighed my fingers tracing the swirling pattern on his right pec as I feasted on the sight of his huge chest.

"Mmmm I'll lick your ink if you lick mine." I blushed deeply at that, I'd never been with anyone without fur before, but I must admit any excuse to lick that chest would do me. Besides given how far down my tattoos go I knew I would be getting the best out of that deal.

To answer him I leaned forward and ran my tongue slowly up his pec, running it across his tribal tattoo. Oh his taste, sweat and musk with just the right balance, sweaty but not rank, the good tangy flavour of a real man but with just enough grime too. I lapped eagerly across his chest as he leaned back and let me go for it. I couldn't get enough of his taste and the feel of his skin. Thick and strong like leather, pliable and warm like skin, his muscles rolling and flexing as my eager tongue teased him.

I was awakened from my hedonistic devouring of his sumptuous body by the rocking of the car as it stopped and the growl of the cabby as he announced we were there. Dave had his wallet out and paid for the ride before I could even think of offering. No tip I noticed, then again the fucker hadn't deserved one.

It was hard to tell the area this late at night and I certainly hadn't been paying attention of where were had been headed. Still it was a street of semi detached houses. The orca took my hand muttering. "When we get inside, I wanna taste your ink, pet," as he lead me towards his house. Damn my cock was aching inside my jeans, it had been trapped for so long. I knew I wasn't going to last long when things finally got hot and heavy. I just hoped he would be up for more than just one round of fun.

His home was surprisingly nice, neat and tidy but kinda Spartan. Nothing but a large sofa and a TV in his livingroom. Not that we spent long there, he dragged me through his house and upstairs to his bedroom. Also very Spartan, just a huge bed and wardrobe. He pushed me down onto the comfortable mattress and black velvet sheets and I shuddered at the feel of his powerful hands pushing me.

"You'd better strip so that I can taste your ink." It was another statement of fact, his tone conveyed that there was nothing else that could ever possibly happen. Of course my mind, body and soul was demanding that that happened too, so it was an order I complied to with gusto. A little too much as it turned out, as I pulled my shirt of and threw it away it smacked him in the face.

He pulled it off and seeing the shocked look on my face gave a good natured chuckle saying, "it'll take more than that to stop me pounding your arse tonight." My heart sang again at those words and my cock jumped in my jeans. My fear gone and my lust rising I struggled out of my jeans and socks and just lay back on the bed. Six foot of man meat, with a six inch uncut treat between my legs. My chest and stomach with a good sprinkling of hair, showing my slightly cub like nature. Still next to Dave I was dwarfed, and must have looked like a little boy.

Huge webbed hands grabbed my feet and lifted them up. A huge orca head nuzzled slowly down my legs, until he reached my knees. Then I felt the warmth and strength of the huge beast above me. He licked slowly up my left leg, kissing each pawprint as he went. I moaned and panted, my heart racing as he hit my inner thigh. My cock brushing his cheeks, leaving a trail of precum, glistening on his huge black neck.

For a moment he stopped over my crotch and I could hear him inhaling deeply, getting the scent of his mate. I saw him grin, those razor sharp teeth glinting menacingly in the night, getting the scent of his prey maybe. Then he leaned back down, and began to lick slowly down my pawtrail. I whined softly as he finished and moved onto my stomach, his huge body hovering over my crotch and yet my cock was untouched. It was madding, the most delicious torture. All I wanted was for him to grab me, take me and pound me into Nirvana. Instead he was licking slowly, covering every inch of my ink. He kissed both my nipples as he finished my chest and then he grinned at me. His body completely covering mine and yet not touching it, oh god how I wanted to feel him pressed against me, holding me down forcing his cock inside. Instead he growled softly, "roll over, I need to do your back."

Singing internally I rolled over without a word, wriggling my pert buttocks. Ohh yes, soon he would be inside me, this I was certain of. After all ,all he had to do was follow the little ink trail right down my back and he'd find a good treat waiting for him. A well trained and used hole, I had taken almost every kind of cock out there and a whole load of toys too. I could probably take him like almost no other human could. Ok, I'm a slut, but I don't mean to be. I just can't say no to a sexy guy, it's not my fault it's something in my genes.

Laying my head down on the warm sheets I moaned and cooed as he lapped slowly down, closer and closer to my ass. Then as he reached the end of the trail I felt two webbed hands grabbing my buttocks, pulling them apart. I didn't have time to brace myself as a huge orca muzzle pressed between my buttocks and a tongue, with so much strength and muscle I bet it could best any muscle on my body, forced its way inside me. I squealed at the slightly painful intrusion, however, his huge powerful hands held me in place.

He knew his work, I had to give him that, a few seconds after it was inside me the dextrous muscle lashing against my sweet nub. I felt a flash of pleasure run up my spine and back down to my cock. As his thick lips kissed my stretched doughnut, his tongue danced and thrust inside me. Thrashing over my most sensitive spot again and again. I couldn't stop myself, my hand grabbed my cock as it screamed in need and I began to jerk myself as he ate me out. He was like a connoisseur at five star restaurant, he savoured my rear like the finest of appetisers, taking his time to enjoy my flavour.

It was all too much from me and I felt my balls tighten and knew that any second I would be staining these velvet sheets. Then a hand grabbed mine and dragged it off my cock, as the wonderful assault on my ass ended. I cried out in feral annoyance and all I got in return was a grin and then he said. "You don't get to cum yet, we had a deal. I lick all yours and you lick all mine, you missed one, pet."

Sitting back on his knees my legs trapped under him, the hulking brute began to unfasten his pants. No underwear I noted as he began to slide them down. Then my mouth was suddenly drowning in drool as I saw it. It wasn't as long as some horse cock's I'd taken, maybe ten inches, but it's conical shape meant the base of his member was thicker than my wrist, it was bigger than any knot I'd been tied with. Yet that wasn't what made me drool, it was dancing, the long slender tip running over the thicker shaft. A fully motile cock, pink flesh glinting in the light, and then my eye's noticed something else. Ink, black as his skin dancing in a swirling tribal pattern from base to the tip, except along the top where I could make out the letters S U C K I T running from crotch to tip.

Looking up into his grinned eyes he gave a shrug "I won't tell you how drunk I was when I got it, but a deals a deal, pet." Like he needed a deal to get my laughing gear around that delectable lump, I'd pay anything he asked just for the honour of sucking on that thick and musky length. He rolled over onto the bed, spreading his huge muscular thighs, the behemoth of a cock dancing on the black sheets. I could pick out every muscle on his perfectly formed body, but my eyes only wanted to look at one. I rolled onto my knees and crawled between his legs. Huge orca feet landed on my arse. He gripped and squeezed my buttocks with his toes as my head drew near his undulating cock.

My hands trembled as the reached out to touch phallic perfection, I let my fingertips run around the base of his meat. It felt wonderful, the skin felt so much thinner and yet tighter, like it was spread over far too much muscle. The heat radiated into my palms as I stroked the base. Then I opened my mouth and began to lean forward. The cetacean meat had apparently been growing impatient because as my mouth opened the tip suddenly shot forward. I found a thick and strong muscle worming its way past my lips, forcing itself deeper, his cock danced with my tongue, as my mind went white.

I was completely overwhelmed by the taste, and sensation of a motile cock claiming my mouth for its playground. Two huge hands caressed my cheeks and I heard him moaned, his deep voice getting slightly higher in pitch as he whispered, "oh yeah, you like that don't you? That's what you went into that pub to find isn't it? A thick cock to suck on, to ride and pet you are going to be riding it all fucking night."

Blushing and moaning I sucked as hard as I could pressing my head forward trying to take in more of the wonderful delicacy I had found. Tangy and fresh, with just an odd hint of lime his pre was swallowed with relish. Just as I began to bob my head his cock began to slide back and forth over my tongue, the dextrous meat going solid as it started to fuck my mouth. The huge sea-creature's body remained still as his motile cock bred my mouth, all I could do was hold still and let him use my warm maw. My hands did their best to stroke his immensely thick cockbase. He stopped speaking and yet he was far more vocal than he'd been since I met him. Moaning, groaning, panting, cursing and crying out as his cock thrust deeper and deeper, moving faster and faster.

Suddenly he pushed my shoulders back forcing me off his cock. I could see the orca phallus thrashing as if deeply angry to have been parted from the warm moist sheath I had provided. "Fuck, your mouth is wonderful. But I brought you here for a fuck. I'd normally rubber up, but I really want to feel everything as I take you. You clean enough for me to bareback?"

Not a hint at the thought that I might want him to wear a condom, just a check to make sure I'm clean. That would have pissed me off so much if I wasn't drowning in sexual hormones, my body screamed that it needed him and my lips whispered that I was clean.

Smiling he rolled onto his side and patted the bed in front of him. Heart pounding, blood rushing and cock singing, I dove beside him and turned to present his crotch with my ass. I sighed with content as his huge chest pressed into my back. His muzzle nuzzled into my neck, sniffing me, kissing my nape and licking slowly along my shoulders. His paws stroked tenderly up and down the pawprint trail.

Then I felt it, a slick member stroking up my leg and then suddenly stopping. The warmth behind me left as he reached out behind him. I heard a bottle cap pop and he muttered, "almost forgot to grease up for you." There was a disgustingly dirty squelching sound as he stroked himself covering his cock with a huge handful of lube. Believe me I was glad he stopped and took the time to do that, I had completely forgot in my lust, but it made the rest of the night one of the best in my life.

As he pressed back up behind me, and his slick lube covered hand wrapped around my shaft, I felt his cock stroking up my thigh again. Nothing I'd experienced had prepared me for the feeling of his fully motile cock, worming serpent like across my taint, sliding between my cheeks as it searched out my moist and stretched opening. I felt sharp teeth lightly biting on my shoulders as his cocktip found my pucker. Other guys might have needed to use a hand to guide themselves in, he didn't. The tapered tip simple pressed and wormed against my doughnut, slowly prising me open, the tip slipping inside, the rest undulating between my cheeks in the most horrifically wonderful sensation. A hot pulsating manhood alive between your ass as the tip slowly wriggled and slid deeper inside.

I moaned deeply pressing up against him, feeling his hot smooth body gliding and grinding against mine. He licked up my neck, his hot damp breath blowing over my face. I gasped and panted as his cock wriggled deeper and deeper, the tip exploring inside me. I cried out as I felt it touch my hidden nut. Then as he stroked my cock nice and slow his motile cocktip squeezed around my prostate. I was lost my voice filled the room, moaning gasping, crying out and begging for more. He held me through it as he continued to feed his cock into my ever greedy hole. I was already stretched wide and yet it wasn't enough, I needed more I was desperate for more.

Hearing me beg the huge brute took mercy on me and suddenly thrust his hips. I screamed out so loud my throat hurt as I felt his cock forced balls deep inside me. It stung but only a little and the smooth stroking of his paw and the wonderful sensations of his cock alive inside me soon made me forget the pain. I ground myself back against him, wriggling my ass in his perfect crotch. He chuckled and I felt the vibrations of it rumbling through his body and into my back.

Pulling back slowly Dave let his cock slide out to about the halfway mark and then thrust forward hard. His hips smacking into mine with a loud smack, punctuated by my moan of ecstasy. He growled softly as he lost control of himself a little, he'd been waiting for this moment, a hot little human, fully stretched around his mammoth orca hood. No escape for me, of course wild ponies couldn't have dragged me away. That's when he started to show me just how big and strong he really was. Thrusting and rutting with bestial speed, his fingers clutching me holding me tightly to him. As a cock bigger than anything I thought I could take rammed it's way into my tight passage again and again.

He bred me faster and harder than anyone ever had. I could feel nothing, was aware of nothing, but the ten inches of orca cock being stuffed into me over and over, and the hand stroking my hard pulsing maleness. I screamed out into the night again, my cock jetting cum harder than it had ever done before. Four, five, sex and seven powerful jets of human spunk left lines of glistening silver across the black sheets. Not that either of us noticed, I couldn't have told you where, who or what I was in that moment. All I knew was the pure blissful heaven of the powerful orgasm that gripped my body far tighter than even the orca could.

I heard him moan and growl and then I felt a warmth and a growing pressure inside me. I could already feel his spunk flowing out of me, as he continue to rut, to stuff his oozing cock back inside me. His arms around me were tight, he squeezed me in his muscular embrace, crushing me until I could barely breath. With each thrust I felt a new wave of warmth being shot into me, in my mind I thanked the orca god for not wearing a sheath. I could felt everything, the heat of his cock, I could feel it throb as jet after jet of orca spunk flowed into me.

Eventually we both lay still and panting. Sweat dripping off both our bodies and cum oozing out of my ass. His hand stroking my limp and spent drooling cock slowly as he nuzzled the back of my neck. "Mmm, not a bad start." He whispered and my eyes went wide as I realised the night had only just started.