Chris' Experiences
Written by Anuttymous, a.k.a. Nathan
Written for Chris himself.
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With thanks to many people for this idea.
Arriving back home, and unpacking everything, I hear the doorbell, and someone is let in. I don't know who until they come upstairs, and open my bedroom door. It's Matt. He sees my tiger print back, and then the rest of me as I turn to him. His jaw drops.
"I missed you," I smile, as he embraces me in a hug, and a quick kiss.
"You've changed," he grins, pushing me onto my bed, tonguing my mouth. I push him off, but quickly explain "Not here" when I see his downcast expression.
"Come over mine tonight, then," he says, "My parents'll be away for a the weekend."
"Count me in," I grin back, "In fact, once I'm unpacked we can both walk there."
"Sounds awesome. You can tell me all about your holiday on the way," he frowns, "It seems there's a lot to explain." We leave straight after I've unpacked, and changed into another pair of shorts, and this time a black tank top too.
"So... Erm." Matt fumbles, once we're out and walking.
"You want to know why I look like this, yeah?" I ask.
"It would be nice to know," he replies, "You look so cute, you know."
"Thanks," I say, blushing, "It's a long story." I tell him about my whole holiday, including the sex, on the way to his house. There aren't many people on the way, but the few that we do see give me odd looks, which is understandable, given my current predicament.
We arrive at his house just as I finish telling him about my flight home, and he lets us in. As we enter I see Sean, Matt's 14 year old brother, readying to leave the house.
"I'm off to Jase's now," Sean tells Matt whilst giving me a confused look, "I'll be sleeping over, 'cos we've got practice in the afternoon." Sean's a major player in the school's baseball team, and although I'll never admit it to Matt, he's grown to be quite a cute lad.
As soon as the door's closed behind Sean, Matt has my arm and is hauling me to his room, the other hand stripping off my tank, whilst my own hands begin stripping off my shorts. I stumble over them as I kick them off, and then we're into his room, hands exploring one another, tongues entwining. Soon, our boxers are off, and our raging boners begin poking each other. I can't it much longer, so I pull away from Matt's lips and lick my way down to his dick, knowing he likes me licking all down his abs.
I swallow his dick in one gulp, feeling my throat broadens at its entry. I begin bobbing, using my tongue to swirl up and around it, whilst Matt begins his customary moans, placing his hands on the back of my head, guiding his thrusts. It takes him no longer than two minutes to begin swelling up and immediately after, he shoots a number of streams of cum into my mouth, which I swallow gratefully, lavishing the taste. Once he stops, he pulls out, and moves down to my cock, still full mast. He blows me like a pro, and soon I too am shooting, in his mouth, though he doesn't swallow, instead coming back up for a kiss, snowballing my cum back to me.
We go back to doing other things, like ordering pizza, and then we sleep together, after, of course, more fucking and blowing.
The next morning is uneventful, as I have to leave almost as soon as I wake up to go do a paper round. The paper round takes me about an hour, plus half an hour picking up the papers and dropping off the empty bag. I go back to Matt's house, but find he isn't there, so pull out my phone, and am just dialling the number when a noise behind me makes me jump.
"Hey, Chris," I hear Matt, then see him as I turn, holding a shopping bag, "Hope you weren't waiting long, I just went to get some stuff from the shops."
"No, just got here," I tell him, "Whatcha get?"
"You'll see," he says, and smiles mischievously. He walks past me, and opens the door, letting me in before him. I go in, but as I'm going upstairs he stops me.
"We might be going out soon," he says, opening the bag, "So we'll stay down here for now."
"Might?" I ask, understandably bemused.
"You'll see," he repeats, then puts his hand in the bag, returning with what looks like a pack of striped socks.
"Socks?" I question, "Why did you get socks?"
"They're not socks," he says, tossing the packet to me, "Open them, they're for you." I can see from here that they weren't just striped, but tiger-striped. I smile, realising what Matt has bought me. I pull open the packet, and take out one of the tiger-striped jockstraps. I hold it up and smile at Matt.
"This is brilliant," I laugh, then hold it to my arm, "Just the right style too!"
"Try 'em on," he says beaming like a proud puppy, "Then they'll cover the only unpainted body part on you." I strip off my clothes happily, then test the elastic of the jockstrap, before putting it on, and pulling it up, until my cock and balls are nestled nicely, and I really look totally tiger-print. I rush up to Matt to hug him, but he holds up a hand to stop me.
"Oh wait, there's more." With that he fishes something else out of the bag, and tosses it to me. I catch it and see that it's a fluffy headband, with tiger ears on top. With this, my smile is almost stretching off the sides of my face, as I place the ears on my head and hug Matt. This time, he doesn't resist, hugging me back hard. Then I hear a squelch and turn to look behind me, but as I do Matt pushes his face into mine and begins kissing me. This surprises me, but not enough to make me not kiss back. Just then, I feel something press against my now-bare butthole, but before I can escape Matt's lips to investigate, a sharp pain followed by the insertion of something in my ass causes me to yelp. I jump back, then feel something slap against the back of my legs. Looking behind me, I see a tiger tail sticking out of my ass, and I almost melt with joy.
"I wasn't sure you would cooperate otherwise," he grins, then pulls me closer and we embrace again. When we pull apart, he smiles and asks me if I'm ready to go out now.
"What? Like this?" I gasp.
"I said we might go out earlier, didn't I?" he replies, "So lets go, eh? C'mon, it'll be fun. People will just think you're wearing a costume, go on!"
"Buuuuuuttt...." I whine, trying to think of an excuse.
"Make the best of that paint whilst you can," he says, strengthening his argument. With that he grabs my arm and pushes me toward the door, which he opens just before pushing me through. He's soon out after me, and I stand there, scared senseless that I won't get away with this. I think about covering myself with my hands, but that would draw even more attention - at least now I look costumed. Matt begins walking ahead, and I decide there's nothing for it but to go with him.
"Where are you going?" I almost yell, "Let me back inside!"
"Spoilsport," he cries, "Party pooper. Boring old coot."
"Oh yeah," I smirk, then grab his shorts and yank them down, causing him to trip. Then whilst he's down with his legs flailing in the air, I pull his shorts until they come off over his shoes, run off with them and throw them up into a tree. I turn to laugh at his predicament, only to find him tackling me to the ground, where we begin rolling around getting muddy and wrestling each other's arms away from our faces.
This lasts a short while, but soon we're giggling unstoppably, and just lay down, covered in mud and grass stains. I get up, brushing bits of grass off my tiger-painted legs and bare ass, then help Matt up, who's still giggling.
"Back in now?" he asks, to which I nod and drag him over to his house, where he lets us in. Once in, we run upstairs and collapse, laughing, onto his bed, still mud streaked.
"I'm so horny now!" I cry, "Fuck my tiger ass!"
"With pleasure." And then he strips off his underwear, throwing them wildly, grabbing some lube, and begins greasing up his cock and then my ass, still with my tail in.
"Woah, woah," I warn him, "Take that out first!"
"You can take it!" he replies, now with three fingers lubing my ass. Once he's happy my ass is stretched, he pulls his fingers out, and positions me on all fours, as a tiger about to be bred by its mate. He presses his cock against my hole, below my tail, and begins pushing forward. Thanks to the lube, his dick slips in unobstructed, but it still feels like my hole is being stretched beyond its limits. I yell out in pain, but Matt quickly shoves his fingers, that have just been in my ass, into my mouth, to shut me up.
"Suck, tiger." he growls, then thrusts into me further, beginning to slide his fingers in and out my mouth. The smell of shit fills my nostrils, as I taste my ass on his fingers. He starts rocking, simultaneously thrusting his fingers and cock into my mouth and ass, while my mind is in heaven. The initial pain has subsided, and the feel of his dick rubbing up against the perfect spot to send me wild, joined with the wiggling of my new tail, has me moaning like a horny animal, which in fact I am.
In no time, his thrusts begin quickening, and his fingers in my mouth are just resting, all his attention focused on blowing a load right into my gut. Before he can explode, though, I feel the effect of his dick and my tail, and I begin moaning harder and harder as my cock, still enclosed in my tiger jockstrap, begins spewing cum uncontrollably, my ass tightening and loosening, causing Matt to be unable to hold back, and he soon has my insides coated with his hot cum.
When he pulls out, my tail stays where it is, keeping all Matt's cum in my ass. Matt looks down to the mess I've made in my new jockstrap and all over his bed, as a lot went through the strap. He then looks up at me and smiles, pulling closer to me, whispering to me, just before he kisses me.
"Dirty animal."
SEAN------
I pull away from my brother's ajar bedroom door, mind whirring. He's gay? My own brother? Disgusting! But... Maybe I can get him to suck me off. Or use that sweet ass of his friend, Chris.
A plan has already begun forming in my mind.
Suspense! What will Sean do? Is he a sadistic uke, or just a closeted gay hiding behind a homophobic facade? That's for you to decide.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: From now on, I shall be announcing what the theme of the next part will be, so as to forewarn those who may not wish to read certain scenarios, and also as a little spoiler for those who would be interested.
Chris' Experiences 9 theme: Incest, most likely, and possibly some light brutality, in the form of whipping.
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