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Meet Me in the Sauna 2
🕑 Added 2018-09-01 01:07:00 +0000 UTC Awesome art made by: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/jakenwolfyRead the first chapter here: https://www.patreon.com/posts/meet-me-in-sauna-11645103
Sundays were usually nice and relaxing for Rick, but lately things had begun to get a bit more hectic than usual. Meeting up with Ross was something that he hadn't done in quite a while, and with the bear now coming to live a lot closer there was going to be some hurdles to leap, since Rick's wife was also someone that was prominent in his life.
The lion had been reading the newspaper on the couch but he was frequently glancing over at the front door, expecting a knock to come any minute. His wife who was sitting over in a nearby arm chair and working on her laptop noticed the odd behavior and she smirked. She was a rather beautiful and fit albino lion, her fur a snowy white color that was exotic and would often catch the eye of many other men when they were out in public. He often counted himself lucky that he was able to hold onto a woman as incredible as she was, but at the moment he was craving something different. Something muscular with a gut and a rough attitude.
“You gunna be okay?” she giggled as she caught him just staring at the door.
“Huh? Oh...” he half laughed and cleared his throat as he looked back at his paper. There was nothing interesting in the news so he folded it and tossed it to the side before getting up. “I-I guess. I dunno it's been so long since I've seen him last.”
“That just means you two will have a lot to catch up on.” She smiled at him and closed her laptop. There came the sound of a large truck passing close by the house and then rolling to a stop right in front of the front yard. Rick could see it between the curtains of the window that dominated the south side of the living room. There came the loud sound of a door slamming shut from outside and Rick had to keep himself from looking too excited. There was the very real problem that she could become suspicious of how overly happy he was to hang out with Ross today.
Rick's wife got up from where she was and smoothed down her shirt as the big bear came up to the front door and knocked. Rick cleared his throat and went to the door at a fast trot. He opened it and beamed happily at the sight of the large brown bear. Ross held a similar smile and he gave an affectionate laugh.
“Rick! Good to see ya, buddy!” Ross boomed and opened his arms nice and wide. The two embraced quickly and they made a display of trying to squeeze each other into submission, but they seemed to come to a stalemate.
“It's great to see you too, Ross.” The lion stepped back and held the door open as he swept his arm as an invitation for the other male to come inside. The bear nodded and stepped in, which was about the time that he saw his friend's wife come up to greet him.
“Oh! Sorry, this my wife, Sam. Sam, this is my old friend, Ross.”
“I didn't know you were married!” Ross laughed as the lioness came forward. He offered his paw and she accepted it with a shake.
“Seems like you two have a lot of catching up to do,” she giggled. “It's very nice to meet you, Ross.”
“Likewise. Color me impressed, Rick, I never would have thought you'd be able to get someone as beautiful as this,” Ross murred lowly and winked at her. “You're right though, we do have a lot to catch up on.” He turned to the male lion and smiled warmly.
“What do you guys have planned?” she asked pleasantly enough.
“Oh, I've heard there was a lake nearby that promised some good fishing. Thought nothing better than to go out, pop a couple beers and chat the day away.”
“Oh that does sound fun!” Sam was beaming at her husband and she gave him a wink. Rick chuckled a bit and rubbed the back of his mane. “I gotta say though, how did you two meet? Personality wise you're total opposites.”
“Oh heck, Rick and I had a ton of classes together back in college. He was a regular hell raiser back in the day.” Ross grinned at the lion.
“All right let's go!” Rick shouted suddenly and began to push at Ross's shoulder to get him out of the house but the bear was tougher to move than he looked.
“What did you study in college?” she continued on, entirely ignoring her husband's plight to leave.
“I went for economics. Quite a lot of cross over with business, ya know?” Ross grunted as he took a step outside, finally caving to his friend's persistent nudging. “But it seems like someone is a bit impatient so we'll have to talk later.”
“Oh! I won't keep you then. You two have fun okay?” Ross was already getting nudged down the sidewalk that lead up to his friend's front door by the time she spoke. Rick turned back to his wife after the bear continued on by himself and ran back to her for a brief kiss on the cheek and then to dash back.
“We won't be too long!” he called over his shoulder. Sam simply nodded and waved as she let the door come closed. Rick continued to look at the door even as he continued to follow his friend. It wasn't until he was nearly to the vehicle that he turned and meandered around to the passenger side.
The truck was huge even by truck standards. Rick had to climb a small ladder to get into the cab and even once inside the seat he came to settle on seemed more like a love seat than an actual chair. Ross on the other hand was completely at home. The two slammed their doors shut at the same time and the bear turned the key right way.
Rick was putting his seat belt on when he noticed something in the corner of his eye. He turned to look into the large backseat of the cab and realized that a large tackle box and two fishing poles were laying across the seat. Along with them was a case of beer.
“Wow, you really go in on your ruses eh?” The lion smirked as Ross pulled out onto the road and began down the street.
“I don't know what you're talking about. I fully intend on going fishing today.” The bear grinned as he turned onto a back road that had them traveling on gravel.
“Heh, I never really took you for the fishing type.”
“Really? You've known my interests in all sorts of sports, I don't see why it would be any different. Also it helps me relax the most, something that I've needed since coming to this town.” Ross rolled the window down on his side and set his elbow on the ledge. It was a nice, pleasant day for it being the middle of the summer and with them going along at a steady pace there was a nice breeze to be had.
“Speaking of, how has your move been?” Rick glanced out his own window after rolling it down and sticking his arm out like his friend.
“It's been going smoothly I suppose. All the furniture is in with all the boxes. All I gotta do next is unpack.” Ross turned onto another dirt road and the ride became even rougher, which was saying something because the bear's truck was practically brand new and capable of driving smoothly on most terrain.
“If you want I could come by and help you out,” Rick offered.
The bear smirked at the thought. “You sure you'd be coming over to actually help or more to just get fucked?”
Rick laughed. “A little of column A and a little of column B. Not like we couldn't use more excuses to be alone.”
Ross looked over at his friend and smiled fondly, though the lion didn't see the expression. “I suppose you're right.” The rest of the ride went on silently until the two reached the small, almost deserted path that lead to the lake's shore. There wasn't a parking lot or anything that was designating it to be a fishing spot, in fact Rick had never even heard of this place before. How the hell did Ross find out about it?
When the truck rolled to a stop and parked they both jumped out. While Rick went to look around at the environment the bear grabbed the two poles, his tackle box, and the case of beer.
“Damn, this place is nice,” Ross laughed. The lake was a pretty large body of water and all around it was a low bank that turned into forestry beyond the first few yards of shore. It was grassy and overgrown and seemingly untouched by people save for the way they had come in.
Ross lead the way as they skirted the lake edge for what seemed like a hundred feet, well away from his truck. Once comfortably sure that they wouldn't be seen by anyone he set his tackle down and handed one of his poles over to the lion. The case of beer was broken into and the reels were set up with weights, lures, and bobbers. Then at the same time the two cast out their lines onto the lake and settled back to wait for something to bite. Meanwhile they each cracked open a beer and began the process of emptying the case.
After a while nothing was really happening no matter how many times they would reel back in and cast again, the fish seemed to be immune to their effort. That was fine, mainly because the entire point of them being out there was for something much different.
Ross gave a grumble as he cast his line for what must have been the tenth time and watched as the red and white ball bobbed about freely where it landed. His mind was so focused on the task at hand that he didn't notice Rick stripping down to nothing behind him. Once free of every article, the lion came closer and suddenly wrapped his arms around the other's thick body. The bear blinked with surprise and looked down as the big cat's paws stroked over his round belly.
“Heh, I guess I forgot what really mattered while we're here,” Ross chuckled as he turned his eyes over his shoulder and looked over his naked companion's athletic form. Seeing the roundness of his strong ass made the ursa lick his lips and caused blood to begin rushing quickly between his legs. He turned around in the other's grasp and set his pole down against a stand that held its end aloft. At the moment he wasn't worried about anything too exciting happening while they had their fun.
Despite Rick being the much more fit one of the two, Ross was easily the strongest, and he showed off his strength by taking the other by the shoulders and guiding him away but only so that he could push him up against a nearby tree. The lion braced his paws against the bark and his claws dug in. He could feel the other's weight against his back, especially the bear's rounded belly as it nudged against him.
Ross's paw reached down to feel over Rick's backside and after groping it up enough he gave it a firm smack that caused him to moan out and stagger his legs. Rick thought he was going to get fucked right then and there but it would seem that the bear had other plans. Ross suddenly pulled his shirt from other his head and then dropped down to his knees.
Both of the bear's paws gripped the other's ass by each cheek and pushed them apart. At the same time Rick hiked his tail up over his lower back to give his lover an uncensored view of his winking tailhole. Ross gave a guttural moan at the sight of the ring and leaned his face in right away. His nose ground between those strong buttcheeks and he took a deep breath of the other's masculine aroma. It was strong and heavenly and it caused a shiver of excitement to travel up his spine.
Shortly after he began to lick over the wrinkled surface. His soft tongue played at the muscular rim and even traced the full length of the other's crack. Each lap had Ross's tongue trailing from the lion's taint all the way up to the base of his tail. It happened over and over again and each one caused Rick to push back and moan out for more.
The lion's cock was getting hard and several inches of it were flopping free of its furry home. Ross noticed it right away and reached up to take a hold of it and stroke. The sensation of his friend's tongue drilling at the center of his asshole while stroking his dick had Rick's mind reeling. His moans turned into guttural growls as his lips pulled back and showed off his sharp teeth. His dick was as hard as a rock in seconds and the bear was jerking him off just as vigorously as he would have done himself.
In similar fashion, Ross's own cock was straining against his pants to the point that it was becoming very uncomfortable. Despite that, he ignored his own needs for the moment a she put the finishing touches on Rick's tailhole. He made sure to get the rim extra slippery and even pushed his tongue deep into the lion's hole to get a deeper taste of the muscular cat.
Once satisfied with his handiwork, the bear leaned himself back until he was lying on the ground. Rick turned enough to look back at what the bear was doing and caught sight of him stripping out of his jeans and underwear. Once free, Ross's cock sprung from its cover and flopped about in its completely erect state. It was even glistening with precum and throbbing in anticipation.
Rick shivered at the sight, his loosened tailhole flexing as if to beg for the other man's meat.
Once free of his bottoms, Ross leaned back up to take a hold of the lion's hips and encouraged him to come down with a gentle pull. “Come here,” he growled with an affectionate smile. Rick was more than happy to comply, he got down onto both knees and moved backwards until his ass was hovering over the other's rather large prick and each knee was on either side of Ross's thighs. With one paw on the feline's hip and the other on the base of his own member, Ross guided the two together and moaned out as he felt his shaft get engulfed by his lover's tight insides.
There was no hesitation, Rick took in every inch and began moving right away. Oriented with his back towards the bear, he was allowed to drive his hips down with vigorous purpose. His muscles flexed as he picked up the pace and the smacking of their bodies striking at each other became louder. The lion's lubed up tailhole became even more slick as precum started to spurt within.
Ross pressed his hips up to meet every movement down, his heavy balls smacking at his friend's own sack and encouraging Rick's cock to spill its own precum. The lion set one paw on Ross's knee and the other came to his own dick where he grabbed it at the base and began to furiously pump it. Hips rolled in a flurry as they both moaned out and growled in true predatory fashion. The lion's insides felt so stretched and comforted by the full feeling that his lover's dick provided, and it was warm to the touch.
His ass would often flex and tightly grip the bear's shaft as he would pull up, purposely milking him. It encouraged more precum to flow within and it sent shiver sup the lion's spine. Amid the rapid riding motions, Rick would often set his ass down onto the bear's lap and force every inch inside. From there he would move his hips in a circular motion, grinding on Ross's lap and causing his cock to stir the other's insides. That action alone had Ross arching his back and growling out with grit teeth.
The hips swaying quickly turned back into the hardened bucking action again, but this time Ross angled his hips so the tip of his cock was pressing hard against the other's prostate. The incredible sensation had Rick panting and letting out a roar with every exhale. It spurred him to ride even faster and turning the long stroking motion he had started out with into rapid, short ruts.
The new riding motions had the bear and lion on edge at the same time. Rick had never stopped pumping his cock, of which was spilling his own precum in anticipation of an oncoming orgasm. The tip of his shaft was so sensitive that he slowly lost control and was thrusting against his own palm as he got closer and closer to climax.
It came on quickly for Rick when the sensations built like a tidal wave within his cock. His mouth dropped open and he let out a sustained roar as his dick flexed hard and ejected a thick line of cum. It arched through the air and was followed by several more spurts that dropped to the grass. Eventually it turned into a flow that cascaded down his shaft and his fingers, coating them in the milky, musky substance. He gave a few shivers and continued to gradually stroke his member but it tapered off and he was left still riding on the bear's cock while he enjoyed the aftershocks of his climax.
Even though Rick's movements had slowed down, Ross still wasn't ready to quit. He picked up the pace and began to drive up harder and harder into the lion's insides. The sharp smack was loud and satisfying and had the bear grinning as he watched the lion's firm butt bouncing from every hit. His paws came to settle against the ground and he used as much of his strength to push up against the other male every time he would thrust.
The renewed force had Ross coming close to climax, the way that Rick squeezed down on him and would still shift his hips from every impact was a catalyst. The bear's breathing, while already heavy, was coming out as growls from deep within his chest. The sounds alone told the lion what was happening as Ross was often not nearly so affected by orgasmic shudders. He took it with stride and as the pleasure spiked and his cock strained as deep as he could possibly go, the first spurt of his jizz was felt.
While not quite the fast and intense climax that the lion had, Ross was much more restrained and longer lasting. He snarled out and continued thrusting just as he had been, though the flow of his cum continued on for what must have been half a minute. It stayed steady and turned to a trickle, though it was more than twice the volume that Rick had expelled minutes before.
The loud sound that Ross let out slowly died away and with it so did his rutting hips. The lion came to settle on his lap, just squirming a little from side to side as if to try and get the last few drops out. Then they relaxed and caught their breath, but Rick was reluctant to get up. He did turn himself around though, careful so that he didn't pull free of the Ross's dick. Once turned, the two stared tiredly into each others eyes and just smiled.
It wasn't until much later they they eventually separated. In the meantime they had continued to talk, some about mundane things, then some about the deeper aspects of their secret relationship. Ross was wanting to have a bigger part of Rick's life which was the entire point of him moving. Even though the lion had tried to talk him out of the action the bear was much too stubborn.
After their sex they continued to fish, albeit just as naked as ever. Neither seemed to mind, in fact they both found it be very freeing. Unfortunately the lack of clothes wasn't the key to getting any bites as even a couple hours after their fun they still had nothing to show from it save for many empty cans of beer. Ross was much less caring with where he tossed his crumpled, empty containers but Rick was always quick to swipe them up and put them into a plastic bag that he had scrounged from the bear's truck.
“All right, let's get out of here,” Ross sighed after finishing his fifth beer and getting up. Not even a nibble, he though angrily and shook his head. The two gathered up their belongings and put on their clothes after dusting them off from the various brush of the lake shore. They reeled in their lines, disconnected their lures and bobbers and put them back in the tackle. Then they went back for the truck for the return home.
The last of the case of beer was set in the truck bed and the fishing equipment was set in the back seat. Rick was already in the passenger seat when Ross climbed up to be behind the steering wheel. “You think you're fine to drive?” Rick asked with a smirk. The bear looked over at his friend and cocked an eyebrow.
“Of course I'm okay to drive. I've done better with a lot more beer than that.” The truck rumbled to life and after a quick U-turn on the beach shore they were set back on the path that they had come in on.
Right before they hit the main road from the gravel one, Rick asked. “So what time tomorrow would you want me to come over and help?”
Ross shrugged. “The earlier the better, don't you have work?”
“Yeah but I could come right after at five if that's okay.”
The bear nodded. “That sounds great then. I'll get to show you around and everything.” Rick nodded with a fond smile as he turned to look at his friend and then out the window to his right. The sun was just now starting to go down and the sky was starting to change color. The smile stayed on Rick's face as he thought more about what this move meant. It was a whole new chapter to his life and he was eager to get it under way.
