Door 111

"This is stupid, this is stupid, this is stupid." Wade kept whispering to himself under his breath as he rode his bike down the sidewalk.  It was stupid, what he was doing was stupid, but somehow, he just couldn't stop himself.  The curiosity was too much.  This new feeling, he couldn't describe; it was too much.  The golden furred lion cub swallowed and shook his head as he kept on pedaling.

He met Uncle Tom in a basketball chat room online.  It wasn't his real uncle, that was just his name, or at least what he asked Wade to call him.  Wade was talking about the team he played on and Uncle Tom messaged him and asked for some pictures.  It started innocently enough, asking for some pictures of Wade playing basketball and asking how old he was.  He especially liked the ones where Wade was really sweaty and had his shirt off and didn't seem bothered at all the cub was only 11 years old.  Pretty soon he was asking for pictures of Wade changing or wearing just his jock strap.  Most boys probably would have been creeped out or disgusted or reported him to the police.  Every cub had warnings of pedos and sexual predators drilled into their brains, but there was something about the way Uncle Tom talked to him, it stirred something inside of Wade.  He liked sending the pictures, he wanted to do it more.

That's how it started anyway, today was different.  They'd been talking online for a few months, and Uncle Tom happened to mention how he was going to be staying at nearby hotel while on a business trip.  Wade was surprised it was so close to his house, just a few miles by bicycle.  He was even more surprised when Uncle Tom asked if he could take some pictures in person.  Wade's gut instinct said no, no way in hell, this was stupid and dangerous, and he should end it all right here.  But then there was this other voice, the "go for it" and "you know you want to" voice.  The two voices battled out inside the young lion's head, fighting for dominance.  He could be molested, raped, kidnapped, all the things they warned him about.  But part of him, part of him wanted that, and in the end that's the part that won.  Reluctantly he replied, telling Uncle Tom he'd meet him in his hotel room.

And that's where he was going now.  Wade could see the "Motel 7" sign peeking out from behind the trees as he pedaled down the sidewalk.  He was getting a bit warm and began to pant, pedaling faster as adrenaline began trickling into his veins, terribly aware of the risk he was taking.  Fortunately, he was wearing his basketball uniform, very light and loose fitting.  Uncle Tom had requested it specifically.  He skidded his bike to a stop next to the hotel sign, looking up at the series of exterior facing doors each with a number tacked on lopsidedly using the same sorts of numbers and letters you're meant to use on mailboxes.  It didn't really seem like the kind of place someone used on a business trip.

Room 111, that's what Uncle Tom had told him.  It was easy enough to spot, right at the end of the row.  Wade parked his bike and chained it to a post.  His heart pounded away in a last-ditch effort to warn his brain of the terrible mistake it was making.  Without even realizing it, Wade found himself in front of door 111 and watched as his paw knocked on the wood.  The next few seconds seemed like an eternity.  He could hear a shuffling behind the door, part of him almost worked up the courage to turn on his paws and make a run for it, but the rest of him seemed firmly frozen to the doormat in anticipation of the next event.

The door opened, not too quickly, but not at a suspicious pace either.  The door opened just as fast as you'd expect someone to open a door when they were stepping out to check the mail or pick up the morning newspaper.  It was at that exact moment that Wade realized he had no idea what Uncle Tom looked like.  He never thought to ask, not a description, not a picture, not even a species.  So, the man he saw in front of him could just as easily have been the mayor of Zoo York.  Although Wade had to admit he didn't look very mayoral, in fact he just looked... normal.  The man who opened the door was a black and brown furred rottweiler, maybe in his early 40's, wearing a collared shirt with the kind of sweater vest you expect to see on every 90's suburban father figure, all neatly tucked in to a pair of khaki slacks that seemed upkept with regular ironing.  He wore a pair of round rimmed glasses, sitting neatly over a wide canine muzzle affixed with a big welcoming smile.  

"Wade, thank you for coming." Uncle Tom said warmly, stepping aside to let the boy into his room.  Wade, still feeling a bit confused at his lack of validation in identifying Uncle Tom as either a jagged toothed child molester or a brutish kidnapper.  His guard was certainly off, and he stepped right past Uncle Tom into the hotel like he was stepping into his own bedroom.

"Uncle Tom?" the boy said curiously, and a bit delayed since he was already in the room and the rottweiler had already closed the door.

"Ha ha, that's me kiddo." the older dog said, patting his stomach with both paws and stretching his back.

"You're... not quite what I expected." Wade replied, feeling his heartbeat begin to slow back to its regular cadence.

The big dog chuckled and stepped toward a camera tripod set up on one side of the room.  "Thought I'd be big and scary ehy?  Naw, I'm just Uncle Tom." he smiled at the boy and began adjusting the focus lens of his camera.

Wade smiled back, feeling surprisingly at ease.  Uncle Tom didn't seem like a predator at all, he just seemed like an old guy who liked taking pictures.  The lion cub padded over to the bed where the camera was pointed and sat down, his footpaws dangling over the edge as he kicked them playfully.  "Heh, I guess I was just worried about all the stuff I see on TV." Wade answered, looking up at the camera and smiling as Uncle Tom snapped a quick picture.

The rottweiler smiled knowingly in answer, making a few more adjustments to his camera before he stood back up straight and motioned toward the bed.  "Want to get started then?  How about you lay back on the bed and relax, pretend like you're sleeping."

Wade nodded affirmatively and crawled across the bed, flopping down on his back and sweeping his tail up beside him.  He put his hand paws behind his head and crossed his legs, taking a deep breath and that scrunched up his basketball jersey so just a bit of his bellyfur was showing.

"Good, good, that's perfect Wade." Uncle Tom said enthusiastically, his camera snapping away with equal fervor.  "Think you can do that again, without your shirt?" the dog suggested.

There it was, that feeling was back, the stirring inside of him, the feeling of wanting more.  Wade sat up and pulled off his jersey top, his golden fur giving a gently bounce as the fabric was pulled away.  He leaned back again, repeating the same pose and smiling a bit wider.  Even with his shirt off he began to feel warm, like the blood was rising to the surface of his skin.  The funny feeling seemed centered around his crotch and he could swear it felt like his jock strap was getting tighter.

"Aww, it's even cuter when you blush like that." Uncle Tom broke his introspection, the 'snap snap snap' continuing to capture every moment it could.  "Maybe roll over onto your stomach?" he instructed.

Wade obeyed, almost on instinct.  He felt spellbound somehow, like he'd do just about anything Uncle Tom asked him too.  He felt himself breathing deeper as he laid face down across the hotel bed, his tail flicking involuntarily.

Uncle Tom continued snapping the camera despite the lion cub's excited tail sways.  "Perfect Wade, I'm just going to make a little adjustment here, hold still."  The camera snapping stopped for a moment as Uncle Tom walked up beside the bed.  Wade remained on his stomach, his body rising and falling with heavy breaths.  Suddenly he felt the rottweiler's paws on his hips, gently tugging down the waistband of his basketball shorts until his bare rear was and halfway exposed.  Alarm bells were going off inside his head and his heart was pumping away even stronger than before.  It was stupid, it was stupid, it was... just what he wanted.

"Mmmm, great Wade." Uncle Tom's voice seemed a bit deeper, and the clicking continued.  "Want to take those off completely?" he said after an extended pause.  Wade rolled over onto his back again, reaching his paws down and slipping the loose mesh shorts off his legs and footpaws completely, sitting on the bed with his knees tucked up in nothing but his jockstrap, that now felt a good two sizes too small.  He could tell he was blushing through his fur like a beacon.

Uncle Tom snapped a few more pictures, then stopped for a moment.  "Wade, I have a question for you." he said slowly, and curiously as if he genuinely didn't know the answer.  "If you thought I was a pedophile like you see on TV, why did you come to see me?"

Wade paused, staring at his footpaws, then looking back up at Uncle Tom behind the camera.  He knew the answer, deep inside him he knew it, but saying it was a whole other ordeal.  "I, I..." he stammered, feeling like his heart was leaping up his throat.  Uncle Tom leaned back against the dresser, waiting patiently for the cub to recollect the words he'd dropped in a heap on the floor.  "I wanted it." he finally managed to say under his breath.

Uncle Tom's ears perked, quiet as the statement was he managed to hear it.  The rottweiler smiled back.  "You wanted it?" he leaned forward again, stepping closer to the bed.  "Why is that?"

The lion cub buried his face against his knees, pulling breaths of air like they were hard to come by. "I wanted to know what it felt like, to be one of those boys who was... touched."  The next thing he felt sent a shiver down his spine and forced a gasp from his lips.  Uncle Tom's paws were on his shoulders, just holding slowly for several seconds before he began sliding them down Wade's sides.

"Touched, like this?" Uncle Tom said gently, his fingers wrapping around the elastic band of Wade's jock strap, pulling it down and off until the young lion cub was laid out before him completely nude, a gravity of virgin lust pulling like a dwarf sun.  The boy nodded, then reached his paws up to the older dog's waistband and began to unfasten his pants.  "Oh Wade..." now it was Uncle Tom's turn to be flustered.  Of course, he'd been raging hard this whole time, but this wasn't normally how things went.  He'd take a few pictures, stopping just short of nudity, then send the boy on his way and spend the rest of the weekend fapping to the images.

"Can I see it?" the boy looked up innocently, shifting so he was sitting over the edge of the bed, his boyhood poking up like a small pink lipstick.  Uncle Tom was just as awestruck, nothing like this had ever happened before.  Usually he could resist his models, exposing himself was just too risky, but not this time.  Years and years of seeing and not touching were finally coming to a head, this was his chance.  The rottweiler just nodded back at the cub, helping the boy to unbutton his pants, then pulling them down just far enough to expose his length and emerging sheath.

The boy eagerly pulled back the sheath fur to expose more of his hard, red cock.  The rottweiler throbbed and gasped, feeling the cub's soft pawpads on his member and staggering.  "It's... so big," he looked up, eyes a crossed mixture of lust and wonderment.  He ran his fingers up the length and over the head, back down to the swollen red knot as Uncle Tom started making funny noises.  His hips started to buck, and his paws clenched, and suddenly Wade felt something warm and sticky splash against his face.  Some of it struck just above his eye and blinded him temporarily, more of it covered his muzzle and nose, some splashing against his lips and tongue.

Wade recoiled a bit, mostly from surprise.  He blinked several times with his un-blinded eye, licking the warm stuff up off his muzzle and gasping.  "What was that?!" he exclaimed, wiping the milky liquid from his other eye and licking it off his paw, clearly enjoying the taste.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I've just never, you see, it was, so much and..." Uncle Tom explained defensively, remnants of his thick creamy seed still dripping down his length.

"I like it!" Wade smiled wide.  "Can you do more?  Can I do that too?"

Uncle Tom looked abashed and surprised, "Y… yes.  You probably can, I mean, I'm not sure if you're old enough."

"I wanna try!" the boy replied, his wonderment turning to raw excitement and his lust responding multiplicatively.  He laid back on the bed, not even bothering to clean the remaining cum from his face, immediately beginning to stroke his boyhood with both paws and clearly not particularly strong with his technique.

Uncle Tom couldn't help but laugh a bit, partly at the boy's youthful enthusiasm, and partly because it looked like he was trying to choke a small rodent between his legs.  "Here, let me help you with that." he offered, laying down next to the young lion, and rubbing his skilled paw slowly down the boy's stomach.  "You've gotta relax, that's the first thing.  Take a deep breath." he instructed, and the boy reluctantly followed, although relaxing wasn't really relaxing if you were forcing yourself to do it.  Still, he knew Wade would feel much better soon.

Uncle Tom slid his paw between the boy’s legs, stroking and massaging his boyhood sheath, rubbing his small cock between two fingers and squeezing his inner thighs.  "Mmm, there, like that, how's that feel?"

"G… good!" Wade gasped and clenched at the bedsheets.  "Keep doing it please!" he writhed in pleasure as Uncle Tom continued rubbing him.  The boy gasped louder and louder, and just when it seemed he might be on the verge of his first orgasm Uncle Tom pulled his paw away.  "W... why did you stop?  It felt so incredible!" the cub looked betrayed.

"Because I know something that'll feel even better cub." the older dog grinned, standing up and removing the rest of his clothes.  Wade watched, wide eyed at the first adult he'd ever seen naked, especially one who was naked with him.  Tonight was a night of many firsts.  Once he'd finished stripping down, the rottweiler produced a small plastic bottle from the nightstand drawer.  It was the lube he normally reserved for self-gratification, but tonight there was someone else who was going to need it.

Uncle Tom laid down on the bed next to Wade, patting his stomach with a grin. "Climb up on top of me boy, let me show you." Wade did as he was told, more curious than anything else.  Besides, his cock still felt like it was on fire and he'd do just about anything he was told right now.  The dog spread some of the lube on his fingers and brought it back under the boy's tail.  "This may feel funny at first, but I promise you'll like it."

Wade nodded, a bit confused why the dog was rubbing his tailhole.  He'd never even thought to do anything with the business end, but when the canine's slender digit began to invade his tailhole he quickly learned why this stimulation was so attractive.  "Oh Uncle Tom, thataaHHH!" he arched his back and moaned out loud, his whole body shaking as the dog pushed down on his prostate and grinned.

"See, I knew you'd like it." Uncle Tom smiled down at the boy.  How did he ever get so lucky, a beautiful 11-year-old lion cub naked and laying across him, eager to learn all the tricks the old dog had to teach.

Wade nodded quickly, his eyes closed as he struggled to keep his elbows from collapsing. "M… more!!"

"So soon?  You're an eager one." Uncle Tom pushed in a second finger, speeding up his thrusts as the lion cub's body bucked and gyrated.  Another cry of 'more' spurred Tom to up the ante and push four fingers into the boy at once.  This seemed to satisfy him for now as the cub rolled his eyes back and moaned.

Wade was in heaven, this was better than he ever dreamed it could be.  He could never have imagined pleasure like this, every nerve felt like it was on fire.  He never wanted it to end.  Uncle Tom was having the time of his life as well, but there was one more thing he had to try.  It had been a dream ever since he could remember, but never in his life had the stars aligned so perfectly.

In one swift movement, he pulled all four fingers out of the cub's tailhole and dropped the boy down on his thick throbbing cock.  The two moaned in unison, a chorus of pleasure as the rottweiler held the lion boy by the hips, slamming him up and down on his manhood in an ecstasy he'd never dreamed.  Wade rode the older dog's cock like a rodeo cowboy, his whole body bouncing up and down as his cubhood begged for something he couldn't quite reach.

Uncle Tom's thrusts grew harder and faster, losing control as he thought of nothing more than claiming the cub's virgin tailhole with his seed.  Having already cum once earlier it took him longer than expected to build up to his climax, but by the end he was giving it every ounce of strength he had.  Wade's body whipped around like a ragdoll and threw itself back in uncontrolled pleasure as a rocket of thick hot seed blasted inside of him for the first time.  One, two, three hard shots flooded the boy from the bottom, and it was just enough to send him over the top.  Wade's tailhole clenched impossibly tight on the canine's erupting shaft, his own cock shooting sprays of boy seed all over the dog's black and brown chest fur, spattering it with ribbons of white.

When their climaxes finally subsided, both man and boy lay completely exhausted and panting, the afterglow ringing like a nitrous high.  Every last ounce of energy they had was drained on each other, and summarily they both fell asleep.

They both fucked twice more during the night, although it seemed like a hazy dream.  Wade lay face down on the bed with his hips hiked up as Uncle Tom plowed him like a jackhammer from behind, falling asleep again just as quickly as they had before.  By the time morning came, the sheets were soaked with both their seed, and Uncle Tom woke up with Wade's slender young body grinding down on his cock as he tried for more.

Uncle Tom smiled and sat up, pulling the boy into a kiss that made them both moan.  "Come on cub, let's get you cleaned up."  He led Wade into the shower, cleaning the boy's fur and tailhole, as well as showing him the joys of muzzle fucking.  Wade took a thick warm load deep into his muzzle, shivering in pleasure as he clung to the older fur's leg.

"Do I really gotta go home?" the boy said, his ears and tail drooping sadly as Uncle Tom began to get dressed again.

"I'm afraid so cub.  I have a plane to catch back home." he said regretfully.

"Will I ever see you again?"

"Oh, without a doubt.  Next time I get the chance, I'll book the room for a whole week.  You and I can play every day." he smiled, this seemed to brighten Wade's spirits a little.

"When though?" the boy whined a bit.

"I don't know cub, as soon as I can, I'll let you know."  Uncle Tom packed the last of his things and closed the suitcase.  Wade was still naked, his clothes in a heap on the floor, unwilling to let the amazing night end.  "Look, I've gotta go, but you can stay here a bit longer if you want.  Checkout isn't for 3 more hours so housekeeping won't be around for a while yet."  Wade nodded, looking up at the rottweiler with his big golden eyes.  "Damn you're beautiful." he said, picking up the boy and giving him a deep and passionate kiss.

After breaking his muzzle away with a sigh, he set the cub back down, turned, and left the motel room.  Wade stood there a few moments longer, then laid back on the bed and fell asleep.

He woke a few hours later to a stranger standing over his bed.  The strange man, a tall and lanky rat in his late teens, wore a uniform with the motel's logo on the pocket.  A uniform that was quickly becoming unbuttoned as the rat licked his lips.