PLAINS.TXT - M/M/M, Oral - 10/21/98

Serengetti Revisited
By SwampRat
(cl) 1998 Gay Furry Association

George looked himself over again. A handsome male Lion, nicely maned.. With a
Damn flap hiding his genitals, crouching in the grass, trying to decide how
best to run down and kill one of the grazing gazelle's that stood not that far
away.

He would have snorted in disgust, but had been advised not to make too much
noise. The 'Advisor' told them how to stalk their prey, the best way to kill
it, how to 'field-dress' the carcass.. 'Damn!' He scratched his side.. 'Just
great! Fleas...' He would be So happy to get back Home, Wash and stalk nothing
harder than financial reports. "Go out and have fun.. Get back to nature for a
day." He muttered, rubbing the strap that held his Only piece of clothing on..

Sighing, wiping sweat from his brow, he again studied the beings in front of
him, noting they were a bachelor herd.. All males. His nuts started swelling as
he watched their short tails twitch, showing off the dark holes underneath.
Their soft-looking balls that swung as they moved. And a couple had erections..
"Damn" He rubbed his crotch, growling to himself to keep his mind on business -
He would look a sight, running out of the brush with a hard-on shoving this
Stupid piece of leather up.

"Better get this over with.. Tomorrow I will be on a Shuttle and Out of Here!"
George jumped up and with what he hoped as a blood-curdling scream, ran out of
the brush.. To be met with stares. "Yaa! Run! Get.. Move... Please?" They
continued to stare. "Look - If you don't run I can't chase you... And if I
don't chase you I can't.. Oh Fuck It!"

He turned his back on the 'Prey', stamped his foot in exasperation, put a hand
up to his head, eyes closed, Knowing he was going to have a Hell of a
headache.. Something bit his rear. "Hey!" The lion growled, turning, rubbing
the spot.. A young buck stood before him, seemingly interested in something.
George looked down.. and found his one piece of clothing had come off, leaving
him naked - and aroused. "Go ahead - Laugh at me. I don't care anymore... I am
getting that stupid scrap of cloth, and I am Walking.. Back.. To..."

A soft nose nuzzled between his legs, quickly making him fully erect - And very
puzzled. "What the..?" Then more soft noses, sniffing his body, pushing against
it in an erotic way. "I Ummmm..." Then tongues, licking his fur. 'After the
Salt, probably..' It Did feel nice, having 6 males cleaning him, even if it Was
from roughly navel to mid-thigh. Then a muzzle pushed his legs apart. As he
shifted with a squawk, lips slipped around his cock-tip. "Ohhhhhh.." He felt
antlers pushing on his thighs then more lips nibbling his furry ball-sack.

Teeth nipped at his cheeks, making his shuffle his feet and pant.. That was 5,
so where was..? A soft muzzle pushed his tail out of the way and caressed his
anus before a hot tongue pushed into it, making the lion arch, grip his chest,
and moan loudly.. Lips tugged at his balls, engulfed more of his now very hard
cock, worked his cheeks over and pushed at his rear passage.. The wry feeling
of being eaten instead of eating added to the pleasure somehow.. George
squeezed his nipples between his fingers, coming to climax harder than he could
ever remember..

His guttural roar only brought more nips and licks and sucking - Which stopped as
his legs buckled a little. "Oh Gods.. Thank youuuuuuUUUHHHH!" Another hot
muzzle wrapped itself around his dick and sucked just as hungerly, just as
skillfully while positions change and another tongue snaked inside his ass to
make him grunt. "Oh Gods I..." His balls were chewed on, making another load
boil out through his piss-slit into an eager muzzle.. "That was great Fella's
Buttt.." Another shuffle and another mouth swallowing him to the hilt and
everything got hazy after that..

The lion came until his balls threatened to go on strike. His ass was covered
with bite and lip marks, as were his nipples when his legs no longer supported
him. One hot kiss followed another, as they swapped tongues with him, licking
every bit of sweat from his body..

                                  * * * *

George came to in the cool of late afternoon, rolling over and getting to his
feet with the help of a stunted tree. He found his 'loin-cloth', and carried it
back to camp, not even bothering to tie it on. A long drink of water, splashing
some of it over his head, and shirt/shorts ( Gingerly slid up to nestle still
aching nuts ) later and he was ready sit with the others who had come in
looking no better. Conversation around the table was the Start-Stop kind until
one of them let slip he had come across some Gazelle.. Exchanged looks as one
then the other also said they had noticed some Gazelle - About a half dozen or
so - in Their areas too.

The guide/advisor called their attention for a moment. "I should have told you
not to worry if you do not bring down anything.. Or if the animals - Especially
the Gazelle Bucks, who were coming into the area - Get a little 'Friendly'.
Salt is scarce out there, and the animals have not yet learned to be afraid of
people.. I hope no one was Hurt?" No No No.. Chorused around, a little Too
loudly. "Good. Dinner will be Beef - It seems Nobody got anything.." George had
to hold back from laughing out loud. He had 'gotten' a Lot! A tongue-bath, a
pair of aching balls, a Lot of Hot memories to take home..

"We are taking a Poll - The management is thinking of making this a semi-annual
event - basically twice a year - And maybe stretching the amount of days to 3
perhaps?" Everyone though that was a Great idea and signed a sheet handed
around.. Then eating took up their time, with a few nudges to the males who had
bragged about bringing in Supper.. "Well - You know.. They are Much faster than
they look." George agreed and drank his wine and retired to his tent to sigh
and rub his nuts.. This was just One 'hunting tour'. There were four offered..
The lion's tail-tip twitched and he wondered if Zebra were as well-hung as
rumors said they were.

The End