My Pet Lion
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I met Rowdy when we were both 6 years old. That's when his family moved three doors down from our house. We lived in a rural area where the houses were pretty far apart and there were no other kids my age within a half mile radius of our house.
So when they moved in and I found out that a boy my age was going to live just down the street from us I didn't even think about the fact that he was a lion. I just needed a friend.
Anthros weren't real common. They'd only come into existence a little over a hundred years ago. A genetic research company had been doing some research on messenger RNA that was able to carry genetic material from one species to another. It didn't seem to be dangerous or controversial. But what they didn't realize was that this mRNA was evolving on it's own and that some of this material had escaped and was taking whole gene sets out into the world at large. It had also "Learned" to target reproductive cells.
Soon spontaneously all over the world women were giving birth to a variety of anthropomorphic animals. It took three years to find a way to disable all of this mRNA but by then the damage had been done and we were well on our way to being a mixed society. The only thing was that the anthros could only breed with those of their specific type and none of them could breed successfully with humans. They could have sex easily enough and were even allowed to marry, they just couldn't produce viable offspring. That meant most of them married their own kind.
Because we were the only two young boys in the immediate area we soon became inseparable. I didn't think too much about him being an anthro because they were becoming more common on TV shows and they were always shown in a good light. Fortunately my parents were open minded despite the prevalent view of people their age. They soon invited Rowdy and his parents over for dinner.
Mr. and Mrs Leonidas were really cool. She was large for a woman, or lioness if you prefer, but nothing compared to Mr. Leonidas. He was MASSIVE. He was over seven feet tall with a broad chest, massive arms and huge thighs. But what was even more impressive was the huge dark mane that shrouded his massive head. When he smiled his huge white teeth flashed like ivory. His clothing was fairly form fitting which made his mane even more impressive.
Our folks hit it off too so our families often did things together. Neither of us had any siblings, but soon we were like brothers. My folks loved Rowdy like a second son and the Leonidas's treated me like I was theirs too.
When we started school that fall it was a bit of a shock because half of the kids were terrified of Rowdy. I'd gone to kindergarten with most of them the previous year so they knew me. I tried to tell them that Rowdy was cool, but none of them believed me. Soon the taunts came out at recess.
"Hey freak have you had your rabies shot?" John called out to him at a safe distance of course.
"Hey weirdo are you housebroken?" Ted taunted.
The rest of recess the same type of insults rained down on Rowdy. He tried to keep a brave face, but I could tell it was really hurting him. He was just like any other kid, he just looked different. I could see he was on the verge of tears.
"Leave him alone!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"Hey King, go back to your jungle..." Tommy yelled vindictively, but fortunately he was too close to me when he yelled it. I hauled off and belted him in the nose. Soon blood was spurting everywhere. The little coward started crying and ran off to tell the teacher.
The teacher came out and yelled at me. "Mike why did you hit Tommy."
"Because he was saying nasty things about my friend." I said defending myself.
"You can't just go hitting the other children. If there's a problem you come and get me. I'm going to have to send you to see the Principal." She said as she led me to the Principal's office.
I explained what had happened but he didn't want to hear it. "Fighting in school will not be tolerated." He said angrily. I soon learned that the punishment for fighting was three paddle swats. It was everything I could do not to cry out loud by the third swat. Tears were running down my face as I walked back to class.
When school was over we got on the bus to head home. Rowdy and I sat in the front seat behind the bus driver so the other kids wouldn't be able to pick on him. Some of the kids on the bus were sixth graders, a few of them were even bigger than Rowdy but they were also twice his age.
Rowdy and I were the only ones who got off at that stop and when we were alone after the bus drove off Rowdy broke down crying. "Why do they all hate me?"
I pulled him into a tight hug. "Just let them get to know you. Nobody could not like you if they get to know you." I truly believed that. I just held him and offered what comfort I could.
"You won't ever feel like they do about me, will you?" He asked uncertainly as we walked home.
"No Way! You're my brother." I said.
"But I'm different..." He said crying again.
It hit me what I had to do. I led him up to the tree house that our fathers had built for us during the summer. I had a pocket knife up in one of the drawers. I opened it up to the sharpest blade.
"What are you going to do?" He asked.
"I'm going to prove that you're my brother, or at least you're gonna be." I said and used the blade to nick my left palm. "Hold out your left paw."
He followed my instructions and then winced a little when I nicked his palm. I gripped his left paw with my right hand and pressed the open wounds together. "Now we are really brothers, blood brothers. I'll always have your back and you'll always have mine."
And that's how we were for the rest of our school years. We did different things. I ran cross country and track and field while Rowdy was a star basketball player. He was the biggest kid in our district. These were about the only times we weren't together, when we had to practice different sports. Other than that we were inseparable. We even went out on double dates. The kids had gotten to like Rowdy just like I'd told them that they would.
Everything was going great until we were sixteen. We were born three days apart, I was the elder and I teased him constantly about being the elder. We both kidded each other about it, but it was good-natured. We never fought. It was like we were one soul in two bodies. We were affectionate with each other in private, not like other guys I knew. We hugged and held each other, our arms draped over the other's shoulder as we talked to each other.
I was starting to get stirrings in my groin when we were together. I wasn't naive. I knew that guys could make love to each other and I wondered what it would be like to make love to the being I loved most on this earth. I wasn't gay, I knew I liked chicks too. I really didn't like guys in general. I didn't think about human guys when I jerked off, only my "pet" lion as all the guys referred to Rowdy. We could always talk to each other about everything, but this was the one thing that I was afraid to broach with Rowdy. What if he didn't feel the same way about me.
I was also curious how lions were built down there. I'd seen him naked plenty of times. He was bigger than I was but you could only see his sheath, you couldn't actually see what his penis looked like. I was really curious so I looked up feral lion penis on line and was shocked to see that it was covered with barbs. Was my best friend's cock covered with barbs? What would that be like...
But the perfection of our lives ended on the fifth of May that year. The Leonidas's were on their way home from a Cinco De Mayo party when a drunk driver crossed the center line, killing them instantly. Rowdy had been spending the night at our house since it was a Friday night. It took the police a day to locate him because there was no one at their house. They finally contacted Rowdy's grandparents who figured out where he was staying.
All of us were shook up when we heard the news. They were my parents best friends and like a second set of parents to me. Rowdy was worried what was going to happen to him. But my folks told us that his parents had put it in their will that if anything happened to them that Rowdy would come and live with us. If my folks would have died I would have gone to live with them.
I had a big room and there were two double beds in it for when Rowdy came over to visit. So there weren't any changes needed He was already too big for a single bed, he was only 16 years old and was seven feet tall give or take an inch. He was about four hundred pounds and he had no fat on his muscular frame.
The only drawback to this was I was used to having privacy when I spanked the monkey. Other than the days when Rowdy spent the night (I jerked off in the bathroom then, I mean what teenager doesn't jerk off at LEAST once a day) I had privacy to prance around nekid in my room if I wanted to. Being an only child I had the whole upstairs to myself, and I had a door that locked. So privacy had never been a problem.
School had ended less than a month after Rowdy's parents died. He missed them terribly and truthfully so did I. But having each other made it easier. Rowdy was close to being back to his regular self other than when he had too much time to reflect.
A week after school let out my parents decided to take a little vacation to New York City to see some plays and other cultural stuff. Rowdy and I hated stuff like that. We were country boys and preferred to go fishing and exploring the woods to Broadway plays. We begged to be able to stay home instead. I know for some people the thought of leaving two sixteen year old boys alone together bordered on insanity. But my folks realized that both Rowdy and I had been brought up to be responsible. So they left for NYC, leaving us on our own.
We did take advantage of little things. Like extra ice cream for desert. Staying up past our bedtimes to watch TV. The regular breach of small rules, but nothing that was really be bad enough to betray the trust that my parents had entrusted to us.
When Rowdy moved in at first I jerked off in the shower and I think he did too. But on the second night after my parents left I awoke to an almost imperceptible moan. The summer moonlight was coming in through a window right onto Rowdy's bed. It was warm so he only had a sheet over him. He was laying on his back but under the sheet you could see his paw was traveling up and down a very impressive boner.
I was rock hard instantly. That cock that I still hadn't seen out of it's sheath yet had been the object of many of my masturbatory fantasies from the time I'd first discovered what my fist and my cock were for. I quietly watched him. His eyes were closed as he fantasized over whatever it was that was fueling this wank session.
He slowly opened his eyes and when they were about half way open he turned his head towards me. Then they shot completely open and he sat up in bed.
"I... I... I'm... sorry Mike..." He said and looked like he was about to cry.
I got out of bed, my PJ's tented with about as much tent as 6 inches can make, and I walked over and sat down on his bed next to him. "Relax Rowdy I'm not upset. But I think we should talk."
"Honest I won't do it again." He said almost in a whisper.
"Why not?" I asked with a disarming grin.
"What do you mean."
"I mean we're sharing a room. If you're like me you NEED to jerk off at least once a day." I paused for a second and then when he didn't answer I asked, "Don't you?"
"Well Yeah. But I shouldn't subject you to that?"
"I don't consider that I'd be being subjected to it. I think it would be kind of hot to watch..." I said my grin getting wider.
"You're not mad?"He asked.
"How could I ever be mad at my "blood brother"." I said holding up my left hand in what we'd always considered our "blood brother" salute. "Besides in all the time we've known each other I still don't know what you look like down there." I said glancing down at the hidden maleness beneath the sheet. I could tell that he'd already lost his erection and had retreated into the secrecy of his sheath.
"Bullshit. You've seen me naked thousands of times in the showers at the gym." He said incredulously.
"And every time your junk's been inside your sheath."
"Well I've never seen you with an erection either..." He said and then his jaw dropped when I slipped my erection out of the fly of my PJ's.
And then to keep him from arguing I peeled back my foreskin and said with a grin, "And now I'm out of my 'sheath'." He slowly pulled the sheet down exposing his now flaccid sheath. It was starting to grow. "What were you thinking about when you were jerking off?" I asked.
"Are you sure you won't be mad if I tell you?"
"Of course I won't be mad." Hoping I knew what the answer was.
"I was thinking about you." He said looking down.
"I hate to tell you this buddy, but more than half the time when I tug the slug I think about you." And after a short pause added "I'm not gay, I think about chicks too. But you're the only guy I've ever thought about." I said as he started to slide his paw up and down the erection that was growing in his sheath.
"Wow! That's the same way I've felt..." He said.
I pulled his paw from his sheath and placed it on my erection. Fuck did it feel good. Not that it was just anyone's paw on my cock, but that it was the being I loved most in the whole world. He slowly started to stroke my boner and I reached over with my hand and started to slide his sheath up and down his growing erection. It was already way bigger than mine and it wasn't completely erect.
As I continued to stroke it the tip lipsticked out of his sheath. Soon there was at least an inch sticking out and I was surprised. "It's not like a real lions dick?" I cried out.
"Of course not, we don't have barbs we have cartilage bumps. It makes it feel a lot better for our females." He said with a huge grin. I could just imagine how much better it would feel for their male partners.
I slid the sheath all the way down his phallus. It was huge. It had to be every bit of nine inches. Unlike a human penis it was very pointy at the head and thickened the whole way down until the base was almost as thick as my wrist.. It was also leaking pre like a faucet, which I used to slick his dick down with as I picked up my pace. I could feel him starting to get close to cumming and I couldn't resist.
I'd been fantasizing about being with Rowdy for over three years now so I bent over and took the pointed tip of his cock into my mouth. I could feel the cartilage bumps on the head of his cock as I ran my tongue over them. Rowdy moaned when he got control of himself he whispered, "Damn that feels good Mike. I don't think I'm gonna last long..."
I was hoping he didn't as I went down on him until the head of his cock touched the back of my throat and I gagged a little. It was just as well that it happened because I couldn't go any deeper because the thickness of his cock at the base was too big for my mouth. So I just caressed it with my hand while I worked on the top half with my mouth.
His stroking of my cock was getting erratic as he was getting carried away into his orgasm. I wanted to taste him so badly. He put his free paw on the back of my head and held me there. Then he roared out "Grraaaauuuu!" It was loud enough to reverberate in the rafters. And it came in conjunction with the first huge jet of lion cum shooting into my mouth. It was GREAT. Somehow I could tell that it was the essence of Rowdy, it just tasted like him. He fired of about nine big spurts of juice before it started to peter out, excuse the pun. I eagerly swallowed every drop and was a bit disappointed when the flow ceased.
I caught him by surprise as he was recovering. I pulled my head up, straddled his legs and brought my lips to his for the first time. When my lips met his he didn't hesitate at all. My tongue slipped into his muzzle and attacked his. To my surprise I could feel the same bumps on his tongue that he had on his dick.
When I finally came up for air I said, "You know we can be another kind of fluid brother."
I felt his finger caress my asshole through my PJs and he asked, "Do you mean what I think you mean?"
"Yeah! Who should go first?" I asked solemnly.
"Well you're the elder, they always say age before beauty you know." He said with a chuckle. But I know he was deferring to me because of how much he loved me. In public he was a very dominant being, but when it was just he and I, he often looked to me for leadership. At least as often as when he took charge. We tended to have a friendship that was very equal. Sort of like it should be with "Blood Brothers"...
With that he stripped out of his pj's and lay face down on the with his ass hitched slightly up in the air. His tail was lifted up and to the left exposing the cutest little brown star. I didn't have any lube, I'd never needed it before. The closest I had was some hand lotion that I used when I choked the chicken so I guessed I would have to make due with it. I walked over to my nightstand to get it. I stripped out of my pj's on my way back over to his bed.
I couldn't resist the little "eye" that appeared to be winking at me. Rowdy and I had showered before bed so he had to be pretty clean back there. I gripped the base of his tail to keep it out of the way and brought my tongue to that tight little pucker. The tight little virgin pucker that I was going to get to deflower...
I was right, he was clean. He even had a slight hint of soap back there. I used the tip of my tongue to lightly tickle his little brown star. I pressed a little firmer and he started to moan quietly. I was able to fit the tip of my tongue into him as his sphincter relaxed. I worked it over pretty well until my tongue got tired. I pulled my head back and from my position I could see his huge cock starting to harden. It was half way out of his sheath and leaking again.
I reached under with my right hand and got a good coating of his viscous slippery pre on all of my fingers. I used it to slather all over his nether hole and then I worked my middle finger into him. I got it in all the way then I asked him. "Are you OK pal?"
"More than OK, but I anxious for that to be something other than your finger." You could hear the mirth in his voice.
With that reassurance I worked my index finger until both of them were the whole way in. I could feel something and I realized that it must be his prostrate so I started to massage it. "FUCK! Does that feel good!" He cried out. I realized then that I needed to pull out and replace my fingers with the real thing.
I reached back under and filled my palm with lion pre and then slathered all over my erection. I rubbed the tip of my cock up and down over his anus. It seemed like it was opening to take me in. His body was so huge that I figured that it wouldn't be too traumatic. I finally pushed against his sphincter. I pushed harder and finally the head of my cock popped in in one go.
I could hear him gasp slightly. "Are you OK?" I asked with concern.
"It's fine now Gramps." He said with his typical joke about me being three days older than him. "Go ahead but take it slow."
I eased my cock the rest of the way in. As it went over his prostate I could hear him gasp again but this was obviously a gasp of pleasure. I finally bottomed out and could feel my balls coming to rest against his huge set of lion balls.
"Looks like I got your cherry!"
"Yeah you did. And I think you're going to be the only one that's ever going to be there..."
"Hopefully this isn't going to be a one time thing."
"Fuck NO! You're not getting out of it that easy. It's just that I'd never want anyone else in me. Now shut up and make love to me Gramps..."
Who was I to argue with that. I pulled back out most of the way, put my hands on his hips and slowly pushed back in. It felt so fucking good. He wasn't super tight but just the perfect combination of heat, slickness and friction to make you completely psychotic. I picked up the pace and soon I was hammering into him with a vengeance. "Are you OK?" I asked.
"Way better than OK. This is amazing."
I continued to pound away in him. I'd like to say that I managed to fuck him for half an hour, but that would be a huge exaggeration. It was my first time and I don't think I managed more than a minute before I was saying. "Rowdy I think I'm gonna cum!"
"Yes! Mark me as yours!!!" He begged as my balls started to draw up.
"AAArrrghhhh!" I cried out as my cock erupted into my best friend. Nothing had ever felt so good. I must have let out at least half a dozen strong ropes of cum, before it was reduced to a last couple of oozes. And with that I fell back onto the bed exhausted.
I looked over at Rowdy and it appeared that he had elevated his ass so my semen wouldn't ooze out. It also appeared that his slack pucker was closing up almost like he wanted to keep my seed inside him. He hadn't quite cum but he still had a huge erection that was steadily leaking precum. It took me a minute or two to catch my breath, then I got off the bed.
Rowdy sat up with his legs off the bed and started to get up. I put my hand on his chest to keep him from rising. "Just wait there I'm not going anywhere." I said as I straddled his legs, my knees on the bed on either side of him. I reached back and grabbed the thick base of his cock and rubbed the pointed tip of his maleness over my virgin anus.
I wouldn't have to have him open me up with his fingers. His cock was really pointed and tapered. The tip was much thinner than his or my fingers. I slipped the tip into me and quickly slid down his cock until I reached the point of where it started to get thicker than a finger. I think I could feel each bump on his cock as it passed my sphincter.
I paused for a second and pulled his muzzle down toward my mouth. This time we were both eager for the kiss. It also gave me something to concentrate as I slowly lowered myself onto that huge spike sticking up from his groin. It was going to take a while to stretch myself out enough to get all the way down to the base of that inch thick appendage.
It took me about ten minutes of sliding up his cock and then sliding slightly further down it until I was sitting flush on his lap, his whole huge cock completely inside of me.
"I've got it ALL!" I cried in triumph as I started to ride him. Soon I was riding him fast and furiously when to my surprise and delight he turned me over on the bed, without removing his cock from me, and started hammering away in my virgin asshole.
At first his powerful thrusting knocked the wind out of me, but when I adjusted I could feel those bumps raging rampant over my prostate. I'd obviously never felt anything like it. On top of that his huge body enveloped my whole body. The sum of the feelings was so intense. And the intensity was picking up by the moment.
He wrapped those massive arms around me tightly but used his elbows to hold his body up off of me while he thrust insistently into my virgin body. I'd just cum but I knew I couldn't last much longer. Those bumps were turning my prostate to jelly as they rumbled across it. It only took three more deep thrusts for my sphincter to grip the base of his huge cock and for my spooge to start jetting out of my throbbing cock.
I heard and felt Rowdy go off at the same time. He roared out in an adult lion basso profondo "Grraaaauuuu!" that rattled the window as his cock flexed in me spraying his huge load deep into my bowels. "Oh Fuck Yeah!" He cried out in a gasp as the last of his load filled the deepest crevices of my stretched out colon. It hurt a little but it hurt so good. But to my surprise Rowdy wsn't softening up at all.
He rolled onto his back bringing me over with him until I was resting on top of him. His cock was still up my ass but my legs were straddling his waist and my head was resting in the bottom of his mane. He was still trying to catch his breath as I rested in the afterglow.
After he caught his breath he said, "I guess we're cum brothers now. Any regrets?"
"Yeah I guess we are. I almost feel like I got an enema."
"A lion cum enema." He stated with as close to a purr that I'd ever heard come out of him.
"Hopefully I can absorb it if I hold it in long enough. I want it to be part of me. I guess as far as your question goes my only regret is that it was over too quick."
"Who says it's over? There's some things I've never told you about Anthro Lions." He said grinning.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Well another way were like lions is that lions can cum about a hundred times in a day when a female is in season. We can't cum a hundred times in a day but we can cum more than a human can."
"How many time can you cum in a day?" I asked.
"My record is 11 times but that was just with me jacking off. I might be able to do a couple of more with a sexy human to spur me on." He said as he started to thrust into me again...