The following story was inspired and is based upon the following image created by the user Lykanthrope on FurAffinty: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/4720690/ (NSFW)
            After talking with Lykanthrope, I was able to secure permission to write out the following story, fleshing out the characters into the names, personalities and attitudes with which they are portrayed. Subsequently, Lykanthrope allowed me to adopt the characters as my own, allowing for further development and evolution as I see fit, always giving credit as to their origin to Lykanthrope.
            This story was written with input from my mate and beta-read by several close friends. Do please leave a comment and let us know what you think!
DISCLAIMER: This story contains acts of a homosexual nature between willing anthropomorphic males, one of which is legally underage and under the responsibility of the two older participants. If you have no problem with these elements, read on. If you do not like these elements, turn back and seek something more suited to your tastes.

-His Father's Army Buddies-
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PART 1

            "Oh for fuck's sake, just sink it in already!"
            Clay snarled the words out, huffing. The tiger was leaning forward, clutching a beer can that was crumpling further and further in his grip as he glared daggers at the T.V. Sitting close by on the recliner was his long-time friend Al, also cussing out their sports team vigorously as he held a beer bottle clenched in hand.
            "Come on! No! NO! Pass it you fuckhead!! PASS IT!!" the cougar yelled, bringing a hand up to his hair at the same time as his buddy Clay did. Both men groaned out loud in unison and cursed as the pass was fumbled and the opponents gained control of the ball.
            "Stentson never learns. He's gonna get chewed out for that one..." was remarked by a much younger sounding voice.
            The only one in the room who wasn't flipping his shit over the game was Kevin. The teen was paying attention, though, and while he did agree the players needed to get the lead out and start advancing, he also knew Stentson had to stop being such a ball hog or else they would never score. Teamwork was crucial. The fox leaned forward, taking another sip from his beer, grateful that the brew was ice cold to fight the heat pressing in around them. He was even more grateful that he could get away with drinking it like that in the company of his caretakers. Clay and Al were just cool like that. Despite him being seventeen, he wasn't a kid in their eyes. Sipping his beer, the fox teen couldn't help smirking a bit as he thought about just how different Clay and Al were from usual grownups.
            At the ages of 40 and 39, respectively, Clay Boudreaux and Albert Thompson still led their lives with the same amount of gusto and zest as they had in their younger years. Hell, if you asked them, they would state they were -still- in their younger years. They sure did sound like an excited pair of young blokes as they raged and cheered over the game, whooping it up. It was a good thing they lived quite a ways from their nearest neighbor, because they were blasting the game at a volume that made it feel like they were sitting right there at the stadium. The huge T.V. screen further completed the experience of immersion, drawing the two guys into the game. Something Kevin was glad for as he focused his attention on the two older men.
            Blue-collar folk from before they even set foot into independent life, the two southern-hailing felines were in fine shape for their age. Clay had a bit of paunch to him, but then again, the big grey-furred tiger himself lamented that it was unavoidable. An airplane mechanic simply didn't have the necessary amount of activity in his job to burn off the calories from his considerable appetite. At least, not as efficiently as to let him retain the sculpted body he'd carved in his youth. Regardless, through all those years his body still retained all of the power and bulk that the drawl-voiced tiger had obtained through a lifetime of work. Easygoing in nature, the slight layer of fat over the brawny muscle on his body didn't bother him one bit. Confident and experienced, he didn't need his power on display, yet still got a good deal of satisfaction at calling on it at a moment's notice whenever he required it.
            "Fuck, somebody just get me on that playing field, I swear! My ass can run circles around these prissy fucks!" the cougar growled out.
            Al, on the other hand, was of a different opinion. The muscular cougar was strong, and he made sure those around him knew it from the first glance. Intense and decided, the sky-diving instructor was stricter than Clay when it came to his meals and exercise schedule, and jumped at the chance for activity that let him show off his strength and athleticism. Clay would remark it was because he'd swallowed the Energizer Bunny as a kid, and Al would reply he'd thought Clay would've got to the rabbit first, considering how much food the tiger shoveled into his mouth every day.
            This sort of banter was pretty much the norm between the two long-time friends. Together since high-school, they'd both joined the Army at the same time and served together in the same paratrooper unit where they'd met Kevin's father. Although Al was proud enough of his service to have the paratrooper insignia tattooed on his right shoulder, the two friends still decided to leave the forces after 8 years of service. If asked why, a shrug of the shoulders and a simple "It wasn't for us anymore" was their standard reply.
            Personally, Kevin's smirked suspicion was that military life had been keeping them from the ample amounts of debauchery that the two loved to indulge in.
            "OOOOHH!!" the two felines threw up their hands, and Kevin had to let out a loud groan as well. A collision on the field, and it looked like a definite foul. Still, Clay and Al were both snickering, and the fox couldn't help a grin as well. Stentson had been flattened by Valero, the burly ox defender. The ox claimed innocence, but there was no denying the replay footage, nor the malicious glint in the bovine's eye as he impacted against the jaguar Stentson. Clay snickered.
            "Boy, someone hasn't forgotten how to treat a bitch."
            "Oh yeah..." Al smirked, tapping his chin in realization. "Valero did do some time before getting drafted, right?"
            "Valero? Shit, they scouted him out IN prison. Got his sentence reduced to get him to play. I'm actually glad, he's a good player, but daaamn son, look at that face...!" Clay chuckled, draining his beer and tossing the can. He popped another one open. "Stentson is lucky this didn't happen on Valero's old turf, 'cause he just got owned proper."
            Kevin snickered. "You saying he'd be Valero's bitch in the big house?"
            "On the first fucking day. He'd be lucky to keep all them pretty teeth of his too. Fucking stuck up priss." the tiger grunted, chugging part of his beer.
            Kevin snickered, going back to sipping his own drink. It was funny, how natural this all felt, like he'd been living this way his whole life. Close to a year had passed since the teen had been living with them. His father Sam had left him in the care of the two unorthodox bachelors upon finding out about his deployment to the Middle East. Initially, Kevin had been understandably nervous. Considering the stories his father told him of their time together in the army and on missions, the young fox imagined he was being left in the care of two mad-cap lunatics with a penchant for chaos and irresponsibility. Still, the divorced fox trusted the two big cats enough to have designated them as his son's long-term care providers, and it didn't take Kevin too long to see why himself.
            At first glance, both felines appeared wild and immature. They loved their booze, and hitting bars on the weekend wasn't rare, nor was the presence of female "guests" in the house upon their return from said bars. Clay had a tongue piercing, the "virtues" of which he often harped at the females he hit on. Kevin found out later on that both felines were "decorated" with metal down below. But despite their seemingly wild and immature appearance, Clay and Al were extremely hard-working and well-adjusted individuals. The two males owned the house they lived in, and ran a respectable business with people under their employ. They treated their workers like family. Kevin himself was welcomed into their home pretty much as a son. Their rules were few and logical, and they respected the privacy of his room.
            Kevin stretched out, chuckling as he scratched at the side of his jaw. His fur was starting to coarsen there. Probably would start getting teased about being such a "man's man, worthy to feast in the halls of Valhalla" as soon as he started getting patches of visible fuzz. Still, it was teasing the teen welcomed. Clay and Al saw him as "one of the guys", and worthy of getting ragged on. The fox reveled in being treated as a peer by two men so much older than him. To him, it meant so much more than simple friendly ribbing.
            As a single military brat, Kevin had gone through his life moving from base to base. The fox didn't make friends easily; the combination of new surroundings and his understated demeanor always letting him sink into the background unnoticed. His psyche had deeply engraved itself with the solitude of a house devoid until late at night of his workaholic mother and responsibility-laden father.
            To him, it was earth-shattering to find he was suddenly no longer lonely, but also actively encouraged to partake of the two rowdy males' lives. He was actively included in conversation, his opinion asked for and included in discussion. Clay taught him about engines, showed him the innards of the chromed beasts that the tiger made sure were in tip-top condition to take to the skies. He gave him one of the old dirt bikes in the garage for him to tinker with and ride out in the hot dusty New Mexico trails behind their house. Al had him along for his workouts as a spotter, coaching the teen on the weights and in the ring, and even going so far as to take him sky diving twice when people backed out and left slots open in the charter groups he ran.
            "YES! RUN fool! Get that ball in there! Get it in! Think of the victory pussy!" Al yelled at the screen as one of the deer buck players weaved expertly around opponents, getting closer and closer to scoring.
            "Oh, oh! He's slowing! He's got pity pussy lined up, I know it! He gonna cry and fuck!" Clay snickered, though he had a hard time not sounding excited about the prospect of a score. Still, he always loved ragging on the buck. Kevin had to wonder why.
            "Fuck dat shit! NAW! Victory pussy! Come on boy! She wants a winner! Let's see a winner! Come oooooooooon!! YES!!"
            Al was jumping to his feet and jumping around like a flailing teen as the buck scored. He drained his beer excitedly and whooped. "ALL RIGHT VARMINT! You done GOOD tonight!!" He cheered, throwing in a few hip thrusts for good measure. "It gon' be tenderrr! It gon' be suupple!" the cougar grinned, doing a little victory dance all the way back to his recliner.
            Clay smirked at the cougar as Al took his seat, arching an eyebrow. "You'd think YOU were gonna pound his girl after the game and not him." he chuckled, watching the players mill around the cheering buck as the team celebrated.
            "Well, it HAS been a while since he had anyone over, if memory serves..." Kevin snickered as he put on a thoughtful look, snickering along with Clay. Al snorted and flipped them off with both hands.
            "Fuck both a y'all!" he grinned, then picked up his beer. "Ya ain't gonna bring me down while I'm high."
            "Oh lovely, a sports high. So now you don't even have to light up to have an excuse for raiding the fridge and leaving us without a breakfast." Clay snorted.
            "If your fat ass gets hungry, you can just eat my dick." Al grinned right back, looking smugly at Clay.
            Kevin shook his head as he laughed. Naturally, mealtimes were also an absolute hoot. Raunchy anecdotes were commonplace at the dinner table, and there were always plenty of laughs to go around. They were an odd pair, to be sure, but they grew on the fox like vines on a trellis.
            Looking back, Kevin marveled at how much he'd changed in a matter of months. When he'd arrived, he'd been little more than a shy, skinny, nervous 16-year old full of anxiety at his remaining parent having to go away to a dangerous place for so long. Looking at himself now, he found himself an athletic, active, confident 17-year old fox that could deal with anything that came his way.
            Anything but the gigantic crush he had on his two caretakers.
            It was only logical, really. Kevin had been aware of his tastes early on. The two men were irresistibly attractive to him, and they filled needs he'd never even been aware of having. They had grown into the fox's sexual ideal far more than any porn star on his computer screen could ever hope to.
            It would have been a lot easier if they were like most of the folks he'd run into during his school years, hyper-masculine and outspokenly anti-gay. It's a lot easier to stop wanting what you know for a fact you can't have. But Clay and Al weren't like that. They treated everyone with due respect, yet weren't afraid to joke about anything. Everyone they knew was fair game for their remarks and cat-calls. From the voluptuous rabbit girl cashier at the convenience store, to the decidedly swishy-looking red panda delivery guy that brought their pizzas, to Clay and Al themselves. Hell, even Kevin earned himself a few catcalls from them when he wore his new Speedos to the pool for the first time. It all made him wrack his brains trying to figure out just how much of it was a joke to them, and how much of it was their genuine feelings. But try as he might, he just couldn't come to a satisfyingly certain conclusion.
            It was a frustrating situation for the fox. The possibilities were both alluring and scary at the same time. He was a smart kid. He wondered if maybe he wasn't fooling himself, projecting his desires and trying to see things that weren't really there to begin with. Then again, it was very hard to dismiss the relevance of all things he'd noticed. The temptation to just come out and plain ask them was enormous, considering how approachable they both were. He was almost entirely sure they had to swing both ways to some degree. Still, Kevin didn't want to risk somehow ruining the rapport he had with the two. After all, talking about sexuality was an awkward enough subject. He was sure that, somehow, things would boil down to -why- he was interested in the two males' preferences. And besides, even if it did turn out that they enjoyed other men, what reason would they have to be interested in the son of their old army friend? They treated him like their own son! No, there was simply no way anything good would come of it. That's what Kevin told himself.
            But still, he wondered.
            Teenage lust blended with honest affection is a powerful thing. More and more he found himself having to be careful around them. It was hard not to stare while he spotted Al at the gym. He had a hard time finding good reasons to not shower at the same time afterwards. Clay would often strip down to his tank top, or go shirtless altogether while working in the hangars or garage. All it took was one well-timed phrase from him, spoken in that deep, drawling, southern-bass voice of his to send the blood surging into Kevin's nethers. So far the fox felt he'd been able to keep his composure around them and not give himself away, thankful that feline noses aren't as sharp as canids and vulpines when it came to scents of arousal. But he didn't know how long this was going to last. He knew that sooner or later, a temptation would come along too strong for him to resist. He'd already had far too much fodder fanning the flames of lust in his mind, what with Clay and Al's escapades when they brought chicks over from bar hopping not being exactly secret.
            The fox could still remember waking up one night, and going down to the kitchen for a glass of water. He'd heard strange sounds coming from the living room, and had tiptoed over with his heart pounding in his chest. What he saw when he cautiously poked his head around the corner almost made his eyes bug out. Clay had been hunched over a squirming husky bitch, pounding into her with abandon as he mouthed at her breasts. The female was writhing with her eyes closed in ecstasy, stretched pussy squelching lewdly as it wrapped around the tiger's thick cock. Kevin had frozen on the spot, breath catching in his throat as he watched his "uncle" lay into a girl that looked only a little older than Kevin himself. Clay had rumbled, lifting his head from between the bitch's breasts and growling sultrily down at her, then glancing up and fixing Kevin with a stare as he kept on thrusting. The fox had stared, wide-eyed and gulping, expecting a terrible scene to unfold. Instead, the tiger had simply grinned at him, then jerked his head meaningfully in the direction the fox had come from. It was a clear, simple message, and one Kevin obeyed hastily.
            He suspected Clay must have been rather drunk, because the tiger never brought the incident up, nor did Kevin. But still, the image had stayed in his head, and there had been many, many a night where the fox had stroked himself to blissful satisfaction imagining himself in the bitch's place, hearing her cries ringing out in his own voice as his "uncle" pounded him as mercilessly as he'd pounded the wanton female. He'd stayed pressed to the wall that night, listening in on the entire tryst, listening to the bitch climax in shuddered, squealing yelps, and to his uncle snarl and growl out his own hard orgasm. He'd barely made it back to his room on tiptoe and closed the door quietly before he was jacking himself off to a furious orgasm, thick, hot spurts splattering on his floorboards.
            And so, from that day on his desires had only increased. He didn't know what he could do about it, but whenever he thought about it, there was one thing that was always clear. One thing that he wanted above all. An opportunity.
            Little did Kevin suspect than just such a thing was already on its way.
            As it stood, Clay and Al had been through a long week. The AC unit had been broken since Tuesday, the repair scheduled until Monday from the sheer amount of people with busted units during a hot spell. Work had been laden with its usual sources of stress. But the game on T.V. that Friday had promised to be good, and the evening enjoyable. And sure enough, it had been so, so far. Clay and Al had stripped down to their shorts, put several fans around the couches on full blast, and kept the drink cooler full to the brim with ice. There had been plenty of cheering and drinking, eating of pizza and drinking, cussing the ref out and drinking, and after that, well...more drinking. Kevin had seen the two drink heavily before, but it seemed tonight the two were determined to drown their week's frustrations into submission. He felt it was time to excuse himself to his room around the same time they broke out the salt and tequila and were slurring their words, the T.V. going over the highlights of the game. Al had turned to him with a slight wobble, his face flushed and a dopey grin on his muzzle as he called after him to have a good night's sleep.
            "Ya need prrenty o' sleep to keep up chu'r sshexy looks, kid. Elsshe yer gonna look like...like old Clay here bafore sha know it."
            "Aw, go fack yarself, Al." the older tiger had snickered, looking between annoyed and about to burst out laughing, almost spilling his drink as he flipped the cougar off.
            "Only ifan thar's a camura and I get paid for it, grrrramps." Al had wiggled his eyebrows, his face comical as he attempted a suave expression, only to end up looking like a man with a facial tick.
            They'd both cackled and Kevin had laughed it off with them, clicking the lights off and leaving them bathed in the glow of the T.V. before continuing on his way to his room. Look like Clay? He wouldn't mind looking like that at all once he reached that age. Though, the thought of Al giving a show had him hard by the time he'd closed and locked his door.  
            Even with the fan in his room set on high and his fur cropped short for the hot weather, being out of his clothes was a relief. He lay down in bed, lights off, faint light coming in through his window. The sounds of the night outside mingled with the faint guffaws and TV announcer sounds that still filtered faintly through his door from downstairs. He huffed, lying with one arm folded under the pillow behind his head while the other stroked absently at his hard-on as he lay in bed, waiting for sleep to wash over him. Yet, no matter how long he lay there with his eyes closed, his ears kept on flicking, intently picking up each faint stray sound from the two drunken felines. He wasn't sure how long he'd been drifting off when he opened his eyes again. It felt like just a few hours at most; a glance to the alarm clock on his nightstand confirmed it. He stretched, yawned, and scratched his stomach. He noticed that he couldn't hear any more sounds from Clay and Al, though the T.V. was still going. As was his hard-on. He grunted, reaching down and giving himself a few strokes, then just huffed and got up from bed, turning on the light.
            He'd stood in front of his mirror, observing himself. Sexy looks, eh? He knew Al had meant it as a teasing joke, but there was quite a bit of truth in the cougar's words. All their workouts together had been paying off. The reflection that stared back at him was brown-haired, athletic, with short russet fur that made it easy to admire his lean, defined build. His full, well-groomed tail swished behind him in smooth, slow sweeps, a small twitch sparking through it when the fox reached down and grasped his throbbing erection, huffing softly.
            He eyed his reflection as he stroked, his free hand roaming over himself as he imagined either of the two big felines standing right behind him, against him. It wasn't his hand anymore, it was Clay's firm yet gentle grip caressing at his coin purse sack, fingers tracing trails through his groin fur and lower abs, deep bass chuckle right in his ear as he made the fox shudder. Al's barely tempered roughness he felt in hard demanding kneads on his firm young butt cheeks, the appraising cougar letting out thrumming growls of satisfaction as he surveyed the body he'd helped sculpt. His pecs were grasped roughly, his nipples tweaked mercilessly, and before long a big hand trailed up over his collarbone and grasped at his young neck. Clay's firm hardness was wedged against the cleft of his rear. His head was tilted up and back in a grip both rough and gentle, fingers clasped firmly about the base of his jaw as a rough tongue was drawn over the side of his neck. A low chuckle rumbled into his ear at his whimpers of pleasure. Whichever predator had him, he was at their mercy, had no choice but to give in to their demands. Demands which he craved for. His tail was lifting even before it was grasped, and both older males growled lewd words at him in low, drawling voices. Their words poured verbal gasoline into the firestorm raging in the teen's mind. The fox felt every last shred of his decorum melt down like butter in a hot plate, bubbling up into a hot, sticky surge that...
            Kevin opened his eyes. He was panting softly, slight tremors still running up and down his spine as his toes curled and uncurled against the cool floor of his room. Several off-white viscous streaks ran down the mirror before him, a few fat little puddles glistening on the floor before his feet. He sighed, folding his ears back in slight annoyance. It wasn't the first time he'd let himself get too carried away. He gave his softening dick one final, milking squeeze, then brought his streaked, sticky hand up to his muzzle, tongue lapping his fingers clean as he indulged this slight kink, part of his mind still imagining it was somebody else's big rough hand he was sucking clean. A short rummage in one of his drawers produced sufficient tissues to wipe away all the mess, a small spray of Windex and a wadded up page of newspaper left his mirror gleaming once more.
            Dropping the used newspaper in his wastebasket, Kevin smirked as he glanced at the amount of tissue it had taken to take care of his mess. He was a little proud of his potency and volume. Though, he jetted out even more when he rode the large cucumber or eggplant that he'd occasionally steal from the fridge when he knew he'd have several hours alone on his hands. Still, it was enough to let him know he'd been thoroughly pent up. He was a late bloomer just like his dad, but it wasn't until he started living with Clay and Al that his libido had begun to skyrocket like mad. Getting pent up was as increasing problem. The fox imagined that if he beat off as often as his body wanted him to, he'd have to start investing in lotion to avoid chaffing. Even now, his dick had softened just a little, and he knew he could go right at it again in just a matter of minutes.Whether it was hormones awakening, testosterone from the workouts, or just his constant lusting after the two hot, working-class men, all he knew was that his needs were making him increasingly horny with each passing week. Maddeningly so, even.
            Kevin sighed, running a hand through his slightly damp headfur. Even with the window open and the fan on, he'd still easily worked up enough of a sweat with his little "session" to leave him damp all over and stinking of teenage sexual desire. Ah well, nothing a little late-night shower couldn't fix. Slipping on his boxers, he grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom.
            He hadn't even reached the cool tile of the bathroom before his mind started prodding at him. In the back of his head, he knew damn well why. He didn't really have a good reason to go back to the living room, but he managed to convince himself he was just heading over to turn off the T.V., help keep the power bill from climbing needlessly. He hung up his towel on the rack, and then softly padded his way into the living room, tail swishing behind him.
            As his eyes grew used to the dim light, he realized he probably could have stomped loudly wearing Army boots while clashing cymbals and it would have been about as noticed as his stealthy footfalls. Clay and Al were out for the count. Al snored on and off, head tossed back and feet stretched out on the recliner. A bottle of tequila lay on its side where it had slipped from his fingers upon the cougar nodding off and his dark tail tip give but the slightest of twitches as the muscled male slept. Clay lay fully stretched out on the couch, one arm folded behind his head, his orange headfur mussed up from all the times he'd tugged at it in frustration whenever his team missed a shot. He slept perfectly motionless, his large chest rising and falling evenly, the only thing showing that the big grey tiger was still alive. However, all of this faded out of Kevin's awareness when he caught sight of how Clay had left his free arm positioned. His forearm rested against the side of his paunch, the big tiger's hand was shoved down the front of his shorts. The garment was open, fly pulled down to allow the tiger to comfortably scratch and adjust his boys, his hand caught under his underwear and stretching things out considerably. Such a typical thing for Clay to do, it was understandable how the tiger would have fallen asleep in such a position.
            And just like that, Kevin found himself standing once more in that living room at far too late an hour, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight before him. His breath caught slightly in his throat as he pondered about his luck, his eyes going from one big cat to the other as rampant ideas filled his head. Despite all of his apprehensions and doubts, there was simply no way he could pass up such an opportunity as this. The timing was simply far too perfect, the location ideal.
            His tail flicking nervously, the fox cleared his throat, speaking up in a slightly uneven voice as he tested the waters.
            "You guys asleep?"
            The two didn't stir in the slightest. Al kept on snoring. Clay's breathing didn't change. Kevin swallowed, nervous excitement fluttering in the pit of his stomach as he stepped closer to Clay. He poked him in the chest, lightly.
            "Uncle? Psst, hey...Uncle Clay!" he said, voice low but definitely enough to rouse a normal sleeper. Nothing. He poked harder at Clay's chest, gave his shoulder a shake, but beyond a slight flick of the tiger's ear and his head tilting differently from the shoulder shake, the tiger remained dead to the world.
            Kevin's mouth felt dry as he picked up the remote, clicking the TV off. The silence that followed seemed deafening, world plunged into darkness as the light source went out. He could feel his heart beating hard against his chest as he waited for his eyes to adapt to the darkness. He figured that if either of the two felines woke up for some reason, it would be harder for them to make the fox out in the dark living room. Keeping his breath even, the fox slowly lowered himself to his knees on the carpet in front of Clay's hips. Part of him couldn't believe he was considering this, let alone acting on it. Part of him told him to hurry the fuck up.
            Leaning in quietly, his nose flared as he reached out and softly pulled on the waistband of Clay's underwear. It had more give than he expected, his tug loosening it enough to let Clay's hand slide to the side. The tiger's scent flooded Kevin's nose, making his mouth water. Clay and Al always showered straight away upon their return home from work, but despite being in their shorts ever since it had still been a warm evening. Clay smelled solidly masculine, the close confines of his underwear multiplying the musky scent tenfold. It fit him, really. Honest, powerful without being overwhelming, it brimmed with power and testosterone. Kevin felt himself close to drooling, so he swallowed and kept going, moving Clay's hand out of the way carefully while pulling the waistband back further.
            Had he been able to think about it, the fox would have noted that waistband must have been pretty worn to let it stretch back so easily. Its tug was very slight as the teen let it rest gently at the base of Clay's large ball sack. However, Kevin couldn't think of anything at the moment but the mouth-watering sight that lay before his eyes. He'd caught glimpses of it before, sure, but to have it resting a few inches away from his face was an entirely different matter. It looked fitting on Clay. Big, plump, hen's egg sized balls lay nestled up snugly in a sack with the slightest bit of sag, and lying atop it was a soft, thick tube of flesh capped with a fat, juicy-looking glans. He remembered Clay's unusual fur coloring came from the genes passed down from his wolf grandfather. Apparently, that included the dark-pink color of his dick flesh, as well as a fair amount of the definitely challenging girth Clay seemed capable of achieving. A thick, bent-barbell Prince Albert added the finishing touch of bad-assery to the tiger's impressive member.
            Kevin stole a quick glance at Clay's face before continuing. Still out like a light. He returned his attention to the tiger's alluring meat. Nervously, he grasped it carefully in one hand, eyes widening at the actual heft and heat he felt from it. His excitement rising, he gave it a gentle squeeze, his other hand softly working the PA back and forth admiringly. He couldn't see how jamming a piece of metal like that into one's dick could be pleasurable, but obviously there was something to it. Otherwise Clay wouldn't have increased the gauges to the current size he was sporting. Nor would his dick be firming up in Kevin's grip, the meat throbbing and surging under the fox's ministrations as a small bead of pre oozed out from tip of the tiger's glans.
            Kevin chewed at his lower lip, glancing back at Clay's face once more. The big tiger was still out, yet his face seemed a bit more... pleased. The fox grinned, naughtily imagining the sort of dreams the tiger could be having because of his attentions to his dick. He felt bolder with each passing moment as he continued to handle Clay's cock without him giving any signs of waking. The meat in his hands was soon fully hard, enough pre gathered at its tip to start overflowing around the Prince Albert, making its way down the thick shaft. Feeling hornier than ever, the scent and feel of his uncle's shaft drew Kevin closer. He swiped a finger up the fat stalk, swabbing a smear of pre and bringing it to his lips. He flicked his tongue out, taking a lick. It was slimy, sweet and salty. So good. He shifted his grip on the shaft, holding it by the base with one hand, his other hand slipping under to cup and caressing the fat, heavy ballsack against his smaller palm. His own dick tented his boxers, achingly hard as he brought his muzzle against the strong-scented cocktip, a few sniffs making his head swim. He'd wanted this for so long.
            The hand settling behind his head was an entirely unexpected shock. His heart skipped a beat and he looked back at Clay's face, wide-eyed and frantic. The big tiger had a dopey smile on his face, his breathing deeper. Kevin remained frozen as he saw the feline crack his eyes open just a bit, staring at the fox through unfocused, half-lidded eyes. He felt like they looked at each other forever before the tiger closed his eyes again, the stupid smile never leaving his face as he smacked his lips once, lazily, then muttered sleepily.
            "...'tcha waitn' foah...?" At the same time, his hand on Kevin's head nudged him towards his dick, bumping the shocked fox's nose against the hard, seeping shaft.
            Kevin's heart thundered in his chest. It took him a little while before he realized Clay had seen him without actually seeing him. He definitely didn't act as if he recognized Kevin in any form. If anything, the tiger seemed more asleep than awake, and probably thought the whole thing was some erotic dream. Still, his grip on Kevin's head was as firm and real as the cock that was bumping against the fox's nose. Kevin figured he'd better go along with things, lest he end up jarring Clay from his dream and found himself in a -really- awkward situation.
            Despite this, he couldn't deny the pulsing thrill he felt at his core as he leaned forward, opening his muzzle. The first few licks were tentative, exploratory. He tasted at Clay's flesh, sampling different spots, eyes lidding as he brushed his tongue over all the different textures. He shuddered, shifting his grip, sliding the cockhead against his tongue as he lapped and suckled at it silently. The grip on the back of his hear remained firm, the tiger's face pleasurably relaxed, his eyes still closed. His breathing was a bit deeper, excited. So far, so good. Kevin tongued the PA as he coaxed out more and more pre for him to sample, his tongue slathering over the shaft as he slickened every inch he could reach, working the rest of the shaft with his hand.  His mouth watered, nose flaring as he began to wrap his lips around the fat cockhead, testing out how he could actually suckle on that thick dick without grazing it with his teeth. He could feel his jaw starting to ache after a few tries, but then again he'd never had to accommodate anything so thick in his mouth before. Pulling off from the cock, Kevin gave it a few more licks while he waited for the ache in his jaw to go down. It wasn't long before Clay's hand was pressing him against his cock again, the tiger shifting lightly as he grunt-mumbled, his eyes closed the whole time.
            "'mon... 'n be a tease..." the tiger rumbled softly, filling up his lungs and then letting out a long sleepy sigh. He flicked an ear, muttered again. "...shuckm'ma... ngh... 'mon Sam. Shuck me...mugh..." he grunted, shifting his propped head against the couch cushion. He cracked an eye open, gazing at Kevin unfocusedly as the fox dutifully wrapped his lips around that fat cockhead and went back to sucking. He grunted, closing his eye and shoving Kevin's head down further on his dick, the young fox panicking for a moment before the tiger let up, huffing with a satisfied grunt. "'eah...'uck tha' dick, Sam... ur... ur a 'ood 'ockshuck'r foxsh..."
            Kevin's mind swarmed with confusion. Clay was apparently dreaming some fox named Sam was sucking his dick. He couldn't possibly be dreaming of... Kevin pushed the thought out of his mind as he focused on getting Clay off. He suckled, slathered and jacked on the tiger's cock, trying everything he knew to get the big guy to shoot and fall back asleep. He opened his jaw as wide as he could while keeping his lips wrapped tight about the fat girth, hollowing out his cheeks as he bobbed his head, ignoring the ache at the hinges of his jaw. It was a few minutes in when he noticed that every time he tongued over Clay's PA the tiger's fingers would flex against his scalp in response. He started focusing on that. The difference became immediate as the tiger's face started screwing up into a pleased grimace, a low growl in his throat as his hand clenched and shoved Kevin's head down more insistently, even as his eyes remained closed the whole time.
            "'rrrrr...'ats it, Sammy...mmrrrmhr... aww...'eah, suck it..." Clay rumbled out, a note of slight urgency now present in his sleepy drawls.
            Hopeful, Kevin redoubled his efforts, nostrils flaring and his chin soaked in spit. Yet the fox couldn't help feeling panic creep up on him as minute after minute crept by. Clay's stupor could start clearing up at any given moment, or worse even, Al might wake up as well. He had to get out of there, asap.
            Fortunately, he didn't need to panic for very long. Almost without warning, Clay shoved down on the fox's head, Kevin having to brace himself hard to keep the tiger from cramming his meat to the root down his throat. Still, Clay managed to cram enough of himself to plug up Kevin's throat despite his gags, the big tiger frowning as he grunted, stomach tensing into stone firmness. Kevin felt gush after hot gush run down his throat, the squirming fox focusing all his will into simply keeping his mouth open and not heaving. His throat throbbed and burned, the lack of air making him feel like he was going to pass out. Thankfully, Clay thrust deep just one last time and then his hand slipped off his head. Moments later, the fox pulled off to gasp for air as silently as he could. He panted, unable to believe what had just happened as he looked back at Clay, his mouth full of the taste of the tiger's seed, stomach churning.
            The big grey tiger had a content look on his face, eyes closed and features relaxed as his breathing gradually slowed. Before long, he looked the same as he did before Kevin started his explorations...except of course for the cum-smeared dick that was now softening against his paunch.
            Kevin let himself catch his breath for a few moments. He glanced nervously from big cat to big cat. Once sure both felines were indeed still sound asleep, Kevin leaned over and cautiously went over Clay's cock with his tongue, licking it clean of evidence. He found the taste wasn't quite as pleasant as the big cat's pre-cum, but it wasn't bad either. He felt like someone gaining an acquired taste, like learning to develop a liking for caviar or other strangely flavored foods. It also made him feel unspeakably naughty, to find himself with the presence of mind to clean up in this manner after what he'd done. He was done in a few minutes, thankful that the big tiger didn't get hard again quickly as he'd heard some felines could. That would have been a problem. He found himself running his tongue around in his mouth, the tiger's taste strong on his tongue as he tucked Clay's junk back into his underwear, slipping the tiger's hand back into the position he'd found it in. Silently, he stood up, padding away quietly as he headed for the bathroom to continue with the original reason why he'd gone downstairs in the first place.
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            The sound of the shower running upstairs was just what Al had been waiting to hear before letting himself stretch, feeling strangely sore from having to stay still for so long. It's a good thing the young fox's night vision wasn't like that of a feline's or else there was no way he would have missed the hard-on Al sported in his shorts. The big cougar adjusted himself with a smirk, feeling just a tad jealous of Clay. Old sonofabitch had all the luck. Still, he couldn't help grinning wide as he gave himself another squeeze, relaxing back into the recliner. Things were about to get REAL fucking interesting around here.