i am proud of this one hehe... dog and a big kitty in a florida hotel room

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Beautiful beautiful Florida as far as the eyes can see.

I stand on the motel’s balcony and look out at the parking lot below. Maybe balcony isn’t the right word – “balcony” implies private. Maybe veranda? Outdoor hallway? This is just the walkway between all of the different motel rooms on the second floor. Beyond the parking lot is strip malls forever, glowing in the morning light.

It’s not all awful. The sun is nice on my fur. I came out here in a tank top and shorts, which you can definitely not do back in Montana, bare paws on the floor. I lean on the railing and breathe in the morning air.

The door of the room next to mine opens. A lion walks out. I turn to look at him – he smiles and waves with a big paw. “Good morning, neighbor!” he says in his warm voice.

“Hey, man,” I respond, returning my eyes to the cars driving past.

“Mind if I’m out here?”

“Go ahead.”

He takes the spot a few feet away from me on the balcony and leans over. I would normally be frustrated that there is all of Florida to occupy and he chose right next to me to stand, but he’s actually pretty cute. His mane is all fluffy and cutely tucked under his green trucker’s hat and he’s leaning with his butt sticking out just a touch. The band of his underwear is visible and if I didn’t know any better I would say it’s a jockstrap. His tail is waving in the morning breeze.

“Whatcha in for?” he says with a smile.

“Hm?”

“How’d you end up in a motel in the middle of nowhere, Florida?”

“Ah. I’m going to my sister’s graduation.”

“Hey! Congratulations to her!”

“Thank you. What about you?”

“Visiting my buddies down in Key Largo.”

“That sounds fun.”

“Yeaaah.” He grins. “Get some drinking in, relax on the beach. Yeah, sounds good.”

We both look out at the parking lot again. He adjusts his position and I can confirm that’s a jockstrap now that I am seeing the fluffy square of butt sticking out.

“I’m Al, by the way.”

“Rich.”

He’s sticking his ass out, basically. It’s one thing when you’re wearing boxers and there’s a bit of crack sticking out, but he most definitely woke up this morning and decided to put a jockstrap on, and I think he’s intentionally sticking his butt out too.

His smile is so cute. I’d love to feel that kitty tongue licking my dick right now. His big paws on my body. Sticking his butt in the air.

“What are you looking at?” he asks, and my heart nearly skips a beat.

“Nothin’,” I mumble. “‘Scuse me.”

He shakes his butt a little. I swear to God he’s shaking his butt a little.

“Hey, I’m not…” I trail off.

“Alright.” He smiles at me like that didn’t just happen. “Hope you enjoy Florida, man.”

“You too.”

He walks back into his room and then I’m standing there on the balcony, feeling like an idiot. The calm morning is completely gone now that my heart is pounding.

What the hell am I doing? I’m not here to lust over random men… sexy lions heading down to the beach… sticking their butts out at me. God damnit.

I walk back to my door and I’m about to go back in when I notice his door’s open a touch. Just an inch, but it’s open. I stare at it for a second.

Would it be crazy if I opened it? If what I hope is waiting for me is on the other side?

I step forward and open the door.

Al is waiting for me in his jockstrap.

Thank fucking god.

“Okay okay,” he says with a grin. He’s lying on the bed paws forward, ass up but in the opposite direction from where I entered. “My suspicions were right. Close that door behind you.”

I step in and do so. “How’d you know?”

“You were undressing me with your eyes.”

I laugh. “Man.”

His body is fucking gorgeous – lean and thick in all the right places, a beautiful mane. All of his clothes are laying on the bed next to him. “Get over here.”

I step in front of him and he gets to work pulling my shorts down. My rapidly growing erection hits him in the face. The lion looks beautiful with my big dog cock in his face. He holds it at the base, planting his paw in my pubic hair, and brings the tip of it up to his tongue.

He gives my cock a good lick and it makes me shiver. I close my eyes and hold my paws up. The cat keeps lapping at all seven inches of my dick, bringing his spiked tongue from the base of my balls all the way up to the tip. His mouth encloses around my dick and soon he is bringing it to the back of his throat.

I grab hold of his mane and guide his muzzle down my cock. Al takes it like a fucking champ. I run my paws through his fur and bring him on and off my dick. He looks gorgeous in the warm light of the motel room lamp, that butt right up in the air.

I let out a loud moan.

“Woah there,” he says with my cock laying on his muzzle. “Not taking my chances that my other neighbor wants to fuck too.”

I laugh. “‘Scuse me.”

“You wanna?” he says, motioning with his paw back towards his butt. “Got a condom if you wanna hit me back there.”

I grab the condom off of his pants and he rolls it onto my cock. The cool lube feels good against my warm length.

His butt looks fucking great. His erection is poking against his jockstrap and I release it with a quick movement of my paw. That lion dick springs out – a little smaller than mine but definitely nothing to shake your head at.

Al lowers the top half of his body and gets his butt at just the right height. I spread his cheeks with one paw and lube him up with the other. The soft brown fur of his body gives way to fur white as snow just around his balls and butt. This is a pristine looking asshole right here – so soft and so pink. It takes my cock pressed against it happily.

I push in an inch and I feel Al’s whole body tense up and then rapidly give out. The lion is purring with happiness as I push myself further and further into him. “That feel okay?” I mumble.

“You’re big,” he whispers back.

“You’re not so bad yourself.” I’m all the way inside of him now, my pubic hair pushing against his fluffy butt. I can already feel myself getting close, warmth building up inside my cock, so I take special care to not push myself over the edge too soon.

I grab his cock and begin to jerk him off. He is purring like nothing else. His pants fall off of the bed.

It is torture keeping my cock still inside of the big cat in front of me, so I have to start fucking him. Al takes it so easily. I pull myself almost completely out, making sure to keep an inch still inside of him, then push completely back in in less than a second, and he is nothing but happy. I jerk off his dick all the while.

I wrap my paws around his waist and begin to jackhammer him. If he was worried about the noise disturbing his neighbors before, this is a whole different level. Al grabs a pillow and starts roaring into it as my crotch plaps into his butt from the back.

Grabbing his dick again, it is rock hard. I slow down, pushing myself as far into him as I can, and simply massage his dick a few times. That’s enough to bring him to orgasm.

I can feel his whole body tensing and relaxing with each wave of pleasure, and that’s plenty to make me want to feel it too. I start fucking him even faster than before, letting out a grunt with each slap against his furry butt, until I feel everything in me give way to orgasm.

White hot orgasm. I feel myself cumming inside of this beautiful lion and I can’t hold myself up anymore. I lay my body down on him and feel each pulse, each wave, rushing out of my body and into his butt.

Every strand of his fur I can feel against my body as I let out an exhausted sigh. I pull out of him and let the condom slip off of me. I can tie it up later.

We both breathe in time. I move off of him and let him flip over. He grins at me.

“Knew I made the right choice,” I say.

“When do you gotta leave, Rich?”

“Soon, soon. I’m meeting my sister soon.”

“Aw, man. Get a quick fuck in before,” he laughs, out of breath. “Fuck. Cool. Alright.”

“You leaving too?”

“Yeah. Friends await.”

I grin. “Thanks for inviting me over, then.”

He stands up and finds his towel, then wraps it around his waist. “See you around.”

Leaving my motel room a few hours later, there’s a note on my door. It’s Al’s Instagram. I tear the note off the door and stuff it in my pocket, then look over at his door. It’s open a little.

I can’t help but take another peek inside, just to see the cleaning staff making the bed. I chuckle at myself, then find him on Instagram.

Sure enough, a few hours later, I see a photo of him and his buddies pop up on my feed. The caption: “chill morning in Florida 😎”