Novel Preview: Boys Only 5 (Patreon)

The little novella that could is finally underway! Check out this brief preview of what we've got coming out this fall, with a little preview of a wolf and a cheetah that are having a hell of a time in the locker room.

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Jace was a fan of the modern flair that came with the new building: everything was bigger, better and brighter, but there was a harrowing sense of solitude that came to him in the older building, as if he was being jumped into an old fraternity.

It wasn’t necessarily his kink, but to feel the weight of the bulky wolf behind him, silently giving him the choice of the bench or the wall, there was no denying the sensual atmosphere was overshadowing the age of the place.

“Guess that means I don’t have as much pressure to perform,” Jace murmured, showing his preference for the bench, hoping he might be treated to the exact same sight that he’d given to Lucian before. “That’s fine by me, really.”

“You sure about that? You almost sound disappointed that you don’t get to show off for a crowd…”

“I’d rather give it my all with someone that deserves it and appreciates it than put on a half-assed show for a bunch of cheering frat boys,” Jace confessed. “And if glances tell even part of the story, I’m gonna have to give it my all with…t-that.”

Laying flat on the end of an old, wooden bench and looking up at thin, black trunks, Jace was getting his first, up-close impression of just how much Lucian was packing. From the flat of his back, the cheetah could already tell that he was going to have a little trouble speaking the next day, but he didn’t have any presentations scheduled…

…He’d be just fine with sitting in the back of a lecture hall, nursing a cold drink and swallowing the relief over the source of his fond memories.

“Someone that runs as far and fast as you do probably has a great pair of lungs on him,” Lucian suggested. “If that’s the case, I’m sure you’ll be just fine…just don’t forget to put those lungs to good use.”

The black trunks dropped into his view for a second, and when Jace shrugged them away with a chuckle, the impressive, canine length that hung over his face, freshly emerged from the sheath, did a wonderful job of taking the breath right out of his talented lungs.

He wasn’t sure that any words he found would have done justice to the unique, marbled flesh, but his jaw was still gaping just a little bit…just enough that a quick change of angle and a subtle bend in Lucian’s knees was enough to settle the shaft against an eager pair of feline lips.

It would have been no challenge at all to pull back and give a thrust, but Lucian wasn’t as concerned about testing the capacity of the feline’s lungs as he was the amount of skill in his unique tongue.

“Lapping a little milk from the tip? Guess it’s true what they say about cats, after all,” Lucian couldn’t help the tease, but seeing how eagerly Jace swirled the flat of his tongue against the tapered tip, he really did look like a greedy cat, trying to get whatever milk he could, straight from the source. “Got a r-really strange texture to your tongue, though…my friends always told me it would be a little rough, but I don’t think it’s so bad at all…k-kinda like it, even!”

The clash of the species was more like a meeting of two like-minded individuals, with Lucian more than happy to have his member licked clean after a workout, and Jace eager to learn the powerful musk and delicious flavor of a canine cock when it was still dripping with as much sweat as it was with precum.

“If you don’t think it’s too much, I suppose I could start giving it a real taste,” Jace offered, revealing just how gingerly he’d approached the end of Lucian’s manhood. “You’re giving me plenty to work with here, but I don’t mind cleaning it up like I mean it.”

As long as he was free to use them, Jace was content to wrap his paws around the base of the impressive cock, holding the shaft and pumping it gently over the cavern of his open maw.

Just before beads of precum could drizzle over his chin and his neck, his tongue flickered back up to capture the milked juices, slurping them away and swallowing them back with such vigor that Lucian wondered if he’d be able to make a mess of the feline…he was simply too eager to get ahead of, and a steady drip of clear, warm fluid wasn’t enough to overwhelm him.

The slender passage of his neck wouldn’t have the same freedom to move as his tongue and his lips, however, and Lucian wanted to take control of the show before Jace managed to bring him to an unexpectedly quick climax.

“Not even gonna need a f-fuckin’ shower, the way you’re going at it,” Lucian praised the efforts, but he had a feeling the real treasure was still waiting at the back of the feline’s gullet. “That is, if you can take it all the way to the knot for a proper spitshine…”

Despite being a different species, Jace was familiar enough with knots that he figured taking another one wouldn’t be any big deal…but even a preview of the bump at the base of Lucian’s member was enough to make him reconsider his life choices.

It was only a momentary hesitation, but he realized just what kind of trouble he was getting himself into by going after the wolf with such aggression before; his own arrogance wouldn’t let him back down, even if he could already feel the phantom pain of his unspent efforts in his lower jaw.

“I’ve seen you looking shy before…maybe even bashful…but this is the first time I’ve seen you looking timid,” Lucian murmured, letting Jace have a moment to reconsider his course of action. “Like the little kitty just realized that he bit off more than he could chew?”

Taunting the cheetah in such a demeaning way was sure to garner some kind of reaction, but Lucian didn’t anticipate Jace pulling with such force on the end of the lubricated member…and he certainly didn’t expect the cheetah to seal his lips around the end of the tip in such an affectionate kiss.