LION3A.TXT - M/M, Masturbation/Oral - December 16, 1999
Another tail of leonine beings
(cl) 1999 by SwampRat and Katt

The day was hot, the road was dusty, and there I stood, kicking the tires of my
runabout, unsure what else to do. I was an 'Agriculturial Interface Agent' - an
underpaid, well-traveled idiot who knew how to make plants grow better. And
knew nothing of runabouts. So I sat on my two cases - clothes are not a
necessity but nice to have, a dictionary of the local lingo, along with
CleanPure tabs so no matter what is living in the water, one won't die IS a
must - and waited. I was beginning to think that maybe I was a touch
overdressed in as little as possible and still not get sun-burned, when I heard
something chugging up the roadway.

It was something alright - I am just not sure what. It used to be a truck -
which is to say it had a place to throw things and haul them someplace else,
and a place for someone to sit - barely. And that was when it was new. Now, at
least, it had a canvas top - which meant shade! I stood up in case whoever it
was would take kindly to a fellow traveller in distress, which they did. The
rickety thing came to a stop and when the dust settled a lion-like male was
staring at me with gold eyes. It was easy to tell his gender - his fur was
close-cropped, his body had a distinctly male build, and he had a pinkish cock
tossed over one leg. "Need a lift?"

I think that was what he said. My mind was still in neutral, while my hormones
were making me sweat, go dry-mouthed, and pitching a tent in my pants. I
somehow got the blood back up my spine and into my brain and nodded. "Yes,
please." If he noticed my drooling, lustful stare, he was nice enough not to
comment. I managed to stuff the two cases in someplace between the crates and
scramble into the 'cab' - where a rough, strong hand grabbed my semi-bare leg.
"Don't get many of your kind around here." I did the same, noting how the
muscles moved under my grip.. "Going to Far-Sky to help with the planting." He
nodded and started the thing back in motion.. It was a good thing he was
holding onto me, or I would have been tossed out onto the road as the machine
gave a lurch and a grunt then started chugging forward.

Setting his legs apart, my host put his hands on the wheel and relaxed, but not
before flipping his dick over my hand. The sweat that was soaking my thin shirt
had Nothing to do with the day's heat. I wanted so badly to turn my wrist and
grab that beautiful piece of male-meat. But it just isn't done. You don't say
'Hello. How are you? Nice day.. I want to suck your balls dry.' It's just not
polite.. So I settled for simmering in lust and making small talk in grunts
through clenched teeth. Then he pushed a button on the dash, and lay back,
tipping a hat over his head. "Bit of a ways to Far-Sky. Might as well nap."

It also isn't polite to have a panic attack. 'Keep your eyes on the road! What
if something else come down the road? What if..' Back up. Around here, two
ox-carts going in the same direction would probably be considered heavy
traffic, and he sure didn't look worried. So I settled back with a quiet laugh
myself. That would have been fine except his dick was still over my hand, and I
wanted it more than ever. When you are horny you will do things that you
wouldn't do on a dare, For a fortune, even tax-free. Turning an eye towards the
slumbering feline I carefully let my hand turn over. Had he so much as
twitched, it would have vanished into my lap. He did grunt, but that was it,
and I had him! Gods, his muscle felt good in my palm - smooth, warm, the blood
pulsing in it.

My own heart kept pace as I dared a touch. Then a caress. No growls, no slaps,
nothing that said 'Stop,' so I continued. Gently caressing it, I dared touch
his sac with a trembling finger.. It was as naked as his penis, which surprised
me. I carefully curled fingers around it, lifting it, feeling it over, rubbing
it with my thumb. My dry mouth got wet at the thought of having them on
my tongue, pushing against the inside of my cheeks.. But I wasn't ready to be
that bold. With a soft sigh, I let them go and concentrated on his dick. It was
interesting in that it didn't get bigger, just firmer. Not that it wasn't big
enough already, mind, but a few more inches of cock to caress would be nice.

Once I got started, I had to see if I could get him off without waking him. Now
it was a challenge. How hard dare I grip? How strong could I tug? I got it up
nice and firm and was merrily stroking away when I had a thought - I can't just
let him cum all over the place - even if he did sleep through the experience, I
didn't want to leave any clues that it wasn't all just an erotic dream. So I
leaned over - still keeping an ear on the lion to make sure when he woke up I
was sitting on the other side - and took the head in my mouth. Now I really had
to make myself stop and Just caress him. He was dusty, but that was ok. There
is nothing wrong with a little 'earthiness'. I tasted the first signs I might
be able to pull it off, and while I do like pre-cum, I don't like the flavor of
semen - not even my own.

Besides, he needed cleaning. So I gently and Carefully took more of his feline
penis in my mouth until the head touched the back of my throat, and I
swallowed. He groaned and I about abandoned ship - But he settled down, both
hand still behind his head. Keeping the somewhat cramped position - I didn't
dare touch the dash, or him, so I kept one hand on his dick and the
other on the floor - I sucked very gently, and caressed the lovely cock. I
admit I sometimes closed my eyes and forgot where I was, but luckily he was a
heavy sleeper, so I got away with sucking on the tip, rubbing it against my
lower teeth. Looking up, I could see hard nipples poking out from a strong
chest - all four of them. And I really wanted to caress them as well, but I
also like my head attached to my shoulders and what I was doing was hazardous
enough!

I have no idea how long I got to hold that dick in my mouth before he tensed
and started spraying his semen down my throat but it seemed like minutes. All
too short minutes. But I swallowed, carefully stroking his dick from the downy
fur that ringed the fleshy pole to my lips, getting all I could. And when he
was done and panting, I still held him, thinking I wouldn't mind
sleeping like this. I almost did fall asleep! Luckily, self-preservation kicked
me in the butt and I even more carefully let go of his maleness, letting it
slide from my mouth, then my fingers, giving it a pat, and none too soon. With
a groan and a stretch the male tilted the hat back.

My arms were folded, and my eyes were half-closed. "Almost there." he said in
that beautiful purring voice. Oh Gods - I was going to be hurting if the males
in the town were as hunky and sexy and... I tried re-arranging my pants without
being noticed, but they seemed to have shrunk and my nuts complained every time
I moved. The rest of the trip I rolled my tongue around my mouth, remembering
the flavor of him, and chatted about whatever he seemed to be interested in. I
just loved listening to him talk. And sneaking peaks at his semi-erect dick
that swayed around like a snake from it's thatch of gold-brown hair. When we
got to the fork, he stopped the contraption again with a clank and a cough.
"Far-Sky's just up the road.. You got a card on ya?" Surprised that he had
remembered I had such things, I gave one to him. In return he leaned over and
gave me a kiss! One of those melt in your arms, lover-type kisses that make you
forget everything but your lips and theirs. I managed to get out without
stumbling around too much. "What? Why?" He grinned as I stood with my cases at
my feet, looking shocked.

"I wasn't asleep." Oh Greater and Lesser Gods that like to laugh at fools like
me..  "I knew when you stood up and I saw your male-thing standing from your
cloth you would be fun to ride with.. I just wasn't sure how fun." I had to
lick my lips at that moment. Not bad enough that I want to crawl under a rock,
no -  my body has to betray me as well. "Maybe I will come by someday and see
if you want to work on my fields." My eyes went straight to his firm male butt,
my dick tried it's best to tear a hole in my shorts and I was a drooling idiot
all over again. With a final grin, And a flip of his dick back over a leg, the
male-whose-name-I-never-got got his machine moving again, leaving me red-faced,
and very intrigued.

The End - For Now