Saffron the orange feline and Gus the husky, two college friends were out enjoying the wilderness. Or at least that was the initial plan, but it seemed mother nature had other plans for them. Rain was coming down in sheets and the two of them, instead of fishing, had relegated themselves to drinking and telling stories in the back of the cat's camper. Each of those males knew about the other's tendencies, but it wasn't too often a topic of conversation. It was relatively cool, but despite that it was somewhat oppressively muggy in the car. 

Gus was a canine with a specific taste for what he was interested in. And that was female felines. His desire greatly complicated his hookup game since felines were notoriously picky especially when it came to experimenting with anyone outside their species. 

It was a difficult life having your wires crossed and finding felines as the primary source of your desires. Going cross species could be complicated under normal circumstances. But a dog chasing cats? That was not setting yourself up for success. Those stuck-up cats mostly stuck to their own species. And if they were going to fuck around with others they held grudges and disdain for dogs. Sure they might tolerate being around a dog, but sleeping with one? It was an uphill battle every time he tried. Luckily the husky had the balls to actually flirt with those female cats on the off-chance it lead to something other than being immediately shot down. 

Saffron the feline’s secret of being into guys was well…less of a secret. It had come up before and was something that Gus knew about. But it wasn’t the talk of much conversation between them, a straight husky and gay cat had completely different tastes in who they would be chasing and cat calling. 

However – the orange feline had recently learned that the husky was very into cats, perhaps too much into cats. Saffron had heard it from a few felines that had found themselves the subject of the husky's attention, and heck, he had even playfully brought it up a few times before, and at one drunken party the husky had admitted in a game of truth or dare that he would have picked Saffron if he just HAD to be gay with someone. Saffron hadn't been around, but one of his friends had told him about it. Gus had no idea that the feline was armed with this secret information when he had agreed to that camping trip out in the woods.

The cat finally just made the move of pulling his burgundy sweatshirt off and tossing it to the side. He was relatively thin but athletic. "Hauled any cats in lately, Surely a good looking guy like you gets all the purring ladies to come." He tipped his beer up and took another drink. The husky might not notice that the feline's eyes were practically undressing him.

The husky did not make any immediate connection with his friend stripping off a layer of clothing across from him. Intentionally exposing the athletic cat form of his upper body. A male cat, but a cat none the less. 
 
The husky did however let out a cough of surprise as he choked on his beer as he was asked the cat calling question. What an awkward thing to be asked out of the blue! Bringing up his interest in hearing those purrs that only a cat could make. His reaction however was more or less a confession for the thing he had just been asked. Had he hauled any cats lately? No way to know that. But did cats strike his fancy? Hell yeah. His friend had just confirmed that detail about him.
 
"The hell you talking about..." Gus started to say. But sighed. What was the point of denying? Someone had tattled on him, and somehow his friend had learned that little secret. And it wasn't a huge deal other than the embarrassment of having his preferences unexpectedly called out like that. "Who told you...whatever. No. Not lately."

The orange trickster that had asked that question laughed. Sure the dog could pretend to play dumb if he wanted, but the cat had definitely heard more than a few stories about how excited that husky was for cats, on top of the rumor that he had at least thought of Saffron that way once in the game, even if he was under the duress of having to answer that intrusive question." Who said something? Kathy, Sandy, Angela, Tabs, Martha.... do I need to keep going?"
 
The cat set his bottle down to the side and gave a little stretch before he decided to do exactly that. Females seemed a lot more willing to let him know stories because they all knew he was gay and liked to hear them. "Heck, Clara told me even more about you." He leaned in like there might be someone else to listen in. "With cat's you just can't let them slip away like that. I know she told you no once the two of you were so close, that your cock was too big, but she told me she sometimes wondered how it would of felt if you grabbed her and used it."
 
"Tell me dog, what would you do if you knew there was a cat that wouldn't say no right in front of you?" The cat's tail took on a life of its own, swaying in a way that made it completely obvious that he was talking about himself. All the dog had to do was stumble and this cat might decide to strike.

The canine of conversation immediately jumped into a complaint from the gossip!  "Oh come on why did they tell you all this juicy gossip about me?" The husky let out an annoyed huff as multiple names were dropped in front of him. All of them had mentioned his sexual advances to his friend? That was a breach of confidentiality...or something! Apparently it was okay to tell other cats about the silly canine that was trying to seduce the females of their species. But the stories didn't end there. The orange pest moved onto to saying Clara's name. Someone that the husky had managed to semi score with. They hadn't fucked, but at least she seemed given him a chance and had even dated him in secret for a while. 
 
All of this secret revealing lead to a confusing conclusion. A cat that would be interested in him? That tail flicked around in a way that only a cat's tail could do. Dogs wagged, but cats tails swayed and were more expressive. "Dude. But you're a...dude. Funny. Haha. Was it Martha that dared you to do this to get the last laugh at having an idiot dog dare suggest she give on a try?"

The gay cat listened to that dog, who obviously wasn't getting the point, especially with that comment about just going for it. Well, the cat was also one that knew how to live his words. "You big canine bozo. I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to." That would give the canine a brief warning of what was to come. The cat leaned forward and kissed the dog hard. His paws wrapping behind the canine's head, sharp claws grabbing on. He purred deep and firmly, his whiskers teasing against the canine's own. His rough, feline tongue pressed out against the canine's smooth one, his flatter muzzle forcing that canine muzzle up just a bit as he twisted his head a bit to the side.
 
His paws squeezed and rubbed, the claws threatening but never breaking skin. His rumble of a purr seemed to get smoother the longer it went, passing a light vibration between the two of them. He pulled away and smiled. The lack of real struggle made him decide to get even more aggressive. He put a paw to the dog's nose and pushed on that sensitive spot firmly. "Just relax Close your eyes and pretend I'm her if you want to have your revenge."
 
The cat worked fast. His paws went to the front and sides of the canine's jeans. Soon his pants would slide down and open enough that the feline would be able to expose the dog's sheath. It'd feel like a lot more than some prank as the cat's muzzle was suddenly wrapped around his holster, and swallowed most of it, the tongue exploring down his pants, cat tail deviously flailing behind him.
 
The canine had expected them to chat a bit more about the...suggestion that had been thrown into the air. Gus had no idea if he was ready for the gay situation that was being proposed to him. Sure Saffron was a cat, but did that mean Gus wanted to mess around with a male pussy cat?

The distance between them was suddenly breached very quickly. His buddy springing into action and bringing their faces together before the husky could see it coming. Saffron cheated in the approach making sure it was impossible for him to miss the feline traits. That deep purr that had been turned on just for him. Humming in his ears while the cat also grabbed onto the back of his head with sharp claws that were typically tucked away, unless a cat was ready to use them. Even the rough tongue made an appearance as it wrestled with his own. 
 
He was in too much shock to fight it. And perhaps he was being subdued by the purring rumble. Those magical vibrations were one of the biggest reasons he was into cats in the first place. At the firm press of his nose and suggestion for him to close his eyes he did just that. Focusing his attention on what he was hearing and feeling, versus what he was seeing. With determination the cat was successful in getting into his pants and introducing him to his first gay experience. Sheath out in the open, and vulnerable to male cat attention. "Wo...woah! Eager...eager aren't you kitty cat. Care...careful down there. Maybe as a guy you'll have a better...ahh...appreciation... understanding" A cat's tongue was a double edged sword. On sheath and fur there was nothing to compare it too. It was honestly way better of a feeling than a canine tongue could ever hope to replicate. However directly on sensitive skin was another matter. With practice there were ways to improve technique to improve the pleasure, but that rougher tongue could still cause irritation and discomfort. 

Saffron wasn't too worried about being rough with his tongue. For better or worse, the cat knew it could get rough, but if the canine was into cats well... he'd probably want a little bit of that roughness like any feline would, wouldn't he? And he also noticed just how quick the canine changed his tune as soon as the cat was willing to put his muzzle on the male's sheath. And the gay feline showed off that he knew exactly what he was doing. He used his rough tongue on the canine holster mostly, firm vibrations and rough textures making it practically boil between the cat's purring vibrations.

When it came to technique the gay feline had an edge in giving oral attention compared to other felines Gus had been with. Focusing on his holster and using those vibrations to add to the sensations was pro level experience when it came to blowjobs. At least...as far as the Gus was concerned. The canine's rod emerged from the protection of that sheath, mostly unscathed. There was some love/hate tongue against the more sensitive shaft, but for the most part it was as pleasure focused as a rough tongued cat could make it.

Saffron worked the other’s pants down until they were around the husky's ankles with his underwear, pulling himself up after he had gotten a good portion of the dog to show off. He then pulled his muzzle off and worked his own pants down. he slid his knees a bit wider and forward, If the male wasn't going to object to it being gay, the cat wasn't going to stop escalating. Soon his own cock was exposed, at the feline was already completely hard. He pressed his firm length up against the husky's own less firm length. The cat was sporting a narrow spear, all of five inches long. There were spikes on it, the rough texture reaching the canine cock a bit. 

"If you want to know why you scare all the female cats around... they say my cock is pretty nice. Look at it next to this big floppy mess you have." The cat grabbed onto both of their cocks and stroked hard along them. Where their two cocks touched, the cat's won easily and forced the canine's to give way with how stiff it was. The cat gave a sudden growl and a couple quick thrusts and cum splattered out against the canine length, their two cocks brushing firm enough that the husky might get a scrape or two from barbs. The cat then started spreading and squeezing his own load around that canine shaft like it was lube.

Gus was experiencing a whole new side of felines. He'd never really paid much attention to male cats, and the unique traits they could bring to the bedroom. Which was apparently a very stiff rod with barbs attached to it. The cat wasn't even intimidated or even showed any signs of jealousy over the obvious size difference between them. A couple quick thrusts of their cocks squished together and things became even gayer. A male’s semen other than his own squirting onto him, squirting onto his intimates. "Quick shot..." he barely managed to mutter before being punished for his statement accidentally or purposely. His cock being nicked by those damned barbs. Male cats were even more dangerous that the females! 

 "Owww hey! Careful with those damned spikes..." he growled out. He reacted physically the most he'd done the entire time their playdate had started. He grabbed onto the cat's wrists and gave him a squeeze. Acting tough. At least for a moment stopping the action. "You were doing great with the oral but then you turn around and dry to make my dick bleed with your small murder weapon." Though the same could be said about the dog's tool with the size of it being far bigger than most cats were prepared for. 

"Does it hurt your fucking hand when you jack off...?" the husky’s voice started out angry. But became more curious as his statement continued. His eyes lowered to the cat's cock which was just as erect as it had been before squirting that first load onto the canine. His curiosity got the better of him, and he moved one hand onto the feline's cock. Were the barbs always firm enough to scrape? Only during climax? Did he have control over how damaging those barbs could be? 

The gay feline had his own secret – he had been with a few canines, both dogs and wolves before, but he had thought that his female friend had been exaggerating a bit when she said how big the canine was, but now that he had worked almost all of that ten inch length out of its holster he had to admit that maybe she hadn't been, though the husky had been throwing a lot at the cat, who really wasn't the best at staying focused.  "Hurt? So what if it does? You aren't going to have a lot of fun as a cat if you can't enjoy a little pain here and there. If your rough back you might break a barb off husky boy. It'll hurt, but I'll bite back."
 
The cat pushed against the grabbing paw, sliding forward along canine cock and stomach. "Don't get too proud of yourself calling me small. You dog's might have big cocks, but I know you'll be tired and spent before long no matter how good you think you are at this. Remember that black wolf harry you used to hang out with in the past.... He took a lot of viagra when we fucked to try and not tire out. I still had his face mumbling in the sheets before the night was over. His cock was a lot smaller than this thing, though. I won't make you do that... maybe... but I am gonna fuck you at least once after this, pup." 

"Harry...?" the canine muttered with shock at hearing the wolf's name. Was the cat trying to intimidate and surprise him? Or was that true. If true that meant this cat had a thing for canines. He had the same sorts of tendencies as Gus. 
 
Saffron made his intentions even more obvious as he slid forward enough that he was able to use a paw to guide that canine cock to his rump. For an experienced cat, he still had to work himself and press back for a moment before the cock suddenly started to slide in, the muscled rump of the male squeezing tightly. The cat let out a strange noise as he settled down at the cock. His tone suddenly changed. He leaned in and bit the dog on the snout briefly. "You got me, dog, show me what it means to you." The cat gave a firm thrust against the gripping paw and his length, moving himself against canine cock. He then clawed a bit down husky shoulder just because he could.

The enjoyment of pain was another hot yet frustrating attraction to the felines. There was a part of him that would enjoy that level of roughness, but another part of him didn't have the same desire for roughness that surged through some cats. Though it was unavoidable to some extent with rough tongues and barbs, some complication and pain was expected. It was just a matter of how much tolerance and intentional pain a cat wanted to dish out. 
 
The canine growled out "I've only got you if I knot you - think you can handle it or are you a scaredy cat?" He taunted. Considering his size had a contributing factor towards him getting female feline action, he really did wonder if this male brat would actually attempt such a thing. His knot would start expanding soon enough showing that he could be pushed towards a climax soon.

Saffron continued to prove that he did have a thing for canines. If that was already apparent from all the thing he had learned about the husky before even baiting him onto this fateful trip. The feline went up and down on the canine cock, riding it lowly a hi own cock showed a lot more resistance to temptation that it had the first time he came. He could feel the canine knot start to well, the cat lowering himself down over it just once, long enough to make the canine think that he might just have the cat knotted for a bit, but then the cat pulled up.
 
"Oh, of course I could handle it... yea maybe I like canine just like you, you dirty purrloving Purrvert." The cat' voice was a deep rumble his purr emphasizing the dog' degeneracy. He pushed that husky until he felt the male' load blowing, and true to his word of wasting that load if the dog didn't earn it, he pulled himself off right as the husky might start enjoying his load. 

The flexibility and speed caught the canine him by surprise. Dulled by his own senses of an impending orgasm he had briefly forgotten the threat about gay feline dick being thrust into the  "straight" purring loving pup.  But just as importantly he didn't think the timing would happen right as he was about to make a mess.

Saffron moved quickly, backing up and wrapping a paw under the canine's thigh.  He wasn't an incredibly powerful creature, but he was athletic and practiced enough to make it look easy as his knee slid under the canine' leg, and his arm lifted the rump off the ground with that load. Soon prickly feline cock was sliding against balls, under rump and then with a firm jab deep into exposed canine ass. The male house cat grabbed onto the cum-spraying canine cock and squeezed firmly in the sensitive spot behind his knot, aiming that length in a way that would let the male's cum hit his own face. The cat leaned in and licked wet nose, giving a firm, barbed thrust as his cock hit its second limit. It throbbed against prostate, liquid spraying out in bursts inside the cat calling canine. All the while taking advantage of the canine's longer lasting milking especially while their knot was played with. Squeezing tightly on that knotted base even after the orange cat's orgasm had stopped squirting.

Inside the small enclosure of the camper their activities were something the two of them might soon regret. Not the act itself, but with the lack of towels, sheets, or other materials that would be easier to cleanup. It didn't help that the canine loving cat knew how to take advantage of the dog's knot. Causing him to drown in his own cum as it splashed against his face, chest, and against the camper itself.  The two of them making quiet the mess...well...the canine making a mess because of the cat's actions. 

"There I think this counts as balls touching, pup." Meanwhile, the rain continued to splash outside, a mixture of cool humidity filling the back of that camper. At least it was raining outside should the two of them want to brave the cold rain to get the jizz out of their fur.