Robert’s Roar

Glad that both of his companions were now awake, Robert’s edginess ebbed. He thought back to the previous day. With the ordeal of the public-transport-system behind him, he’d decided that relaxing under the welcoming hot liquid comfort of a shower might be the perfect solution to another issue he was having.

Standing underneath the soothing hot deluge, Robert demanded his body and mind to relax. By forcing an inner calm, he didn’t yet feel, the pulsating spray rinsed the soap and stress off his bronzed shoulder muscles. The combination went a long way towards alleviating the tension that had setup a permanent campsite there ever since early yesterday morning.

Robert reached down to his semi-erect cock, wrapping his righthand around its girth, giving it a couple of firm, slow pumps. He marveled at the return of his libido. After well over a century his newly re-awakened sensations were truly welcomed. That his body managed to stay in this state of arousal for several days now – with no release, was not. Robert concluded that the abruptness of his erection’s return had kicked-off within seconds after he’d first scented his mate at the Starbucks. Unfortunately, during that time, he was preoccupied. Taking a protective stance between his alpha and newly found mate, and the posed threat directed at them from Gabriel and his rogue gamma back-ups took priority. Until the danger to Levi and Roger was eradicated, Robert pushed aside the beginnings of his body’s stirrings.

Like most feline shifters, sex had lost its appeal shortly after Robert was in his second century. Still, the slowly firming up erection he was indulging himself with had him wondering. Fates, a dozen decades have passed since I’ve felt stimulated by “jacking-off”. Begging the questions – does a man ever truly forget how? With that brief whiff of my catnip-perfumed mate - has my celibacy ended? After readjusting the spray of the showerhead, Robert turned and braced himself with his left-hand, allowing the spigot’s gentler diffuse to rain down over his lower back. Then he diligently set about finding out his answers.

All were-cougars were a well-endowed specie. Robert chuckled as he recalled how every mated pairs recipient he’d overheard over the years had – at alternating times, both praised and cursed that very fact. Tightening his hold, he increased the length of his pumps from the base of his shaft, up just past the bulbous – and startlingly sensitive head, then back down ‘till his hand met his slowly tightening ball-sack. There was a lot of skin to manipulate, adding long forgotten but by the Fates wholly welcomed friction. Animal shifters were never circumcised. The foreskin would simply reappear after their first pre-adult shift.

Robert slightly increased the rhythm of his self-induced pleasure. Within seconds, he found that he’d pulled up the only visual memory he had of the man he thought to be his mate. Replaying the brief scene of him climbing up the bus’s steps added more thickness to Robert’s cock. His babe’s form was slightly built, with long legs. And, by all that’s fated, he possesses a perfect well-rounded ass. Gorgeously high and tight. Perhaps that attests to his youth … but not too young. Robert felt certain of that. The buoyant man had climbed those bus steps with a sense of purpose – head held high. Most of today’s human younglings wouldn’t be caught dead riding a city bus alone, and with such self-assuredness.

“Arrrgh!” Just the memory of my mate’s fine ass has me imagining watching my cock breeching his hole and burying deep. The desire to truly see my cock feverishly pistoning in and out of my mate is nearly all consuming. In Robert’s mind’s eye, he saw his mate’s narrow hips grasped by his hands – meeting each thrust as he rode him. That thought had Robert pumping his demanding flesh ever faster. It was a simple matter to replace his relentless grip with the muscles of his mate’s passage. Hugging his cock gloriously snug. Robert felt his scrotum tightening as his balls prepared for release. All … most … there!

“No. Not like this.” The force of his baritone voice, made even louder within the confines of the shower stall, surprising him. He immediately turned to face the spray, and just as quickly turned the knobs to the coldest setting – and increased the flow.

“I’ll not come until I have you in my arms, babe … not just in my mind. I will find you mate,” Robert laconically swore. He felt his cat growl in ardent agreement. Vow made, Robert shutoff the water and towel-dried his turmoil filled body. Profusely apologizing to his frustrated genitals as he dressed and headed down to the den.

Chapter 3

“Thank you so much, Kelly. I can’t tell you how much switching your days off with me really helped. I totally hated the thought of having to ask my mom to watch the baby the day after her first shots. Babies always run a temperature the day after. I needed to be there for her during that major cuddle time.” Tiffany said, as she tied on her apron.

“No problem, Tiff - happy to do it. But … I call dibs on a future favor if I need more than three days to survive the pulling of my wisdom teeth next month.” Kelly quickly reminded his often-frazzled co-barista.

Kelly liked Tiffany. She was a damn fine mom. But apparently having to chase after a two-year-old while breastfeeding her newest little one left her a bit off balanced. He supposed it didn’t help to have a husband that worked nights. Tiff had told him that “her man” was in his last year of college, and would soon have his degree in electronics. They were a couple that had earned his respect for all the effort they put in to make a better life for their kids.

Wow, Kelly thought. I almost have enough money for my own …