Horrendously Homoflexible

It didn’t matter how many times Charlie told Alex that he was into men, or how he worded it for her;

“Alex, I’m gay.”

“I like dudes!”

“I’m a flaming faggot, Alex.”

“COCK. ALEX, I LIKE COCK.”

The tigress never listened. It wasn’t her fault that the feminine mouse boy had such a massive dick that once the tigress tried it, she couldn’t quite get enough. And heaven be damned if she was going to let that dick go to waste by letting the rodent strictly ejaculate hands-free from getting his prostate punched. The mouse was a bottom through and through, but whenever his dick was inside Alex, somehow, he was able to lay the thickest pipe known to man – and Alex knew a lot of plumbers.

“Hhhhhhoooohhh my fuck…” Charlie let out a moan and dug his fingers into the couch cushions as he felt an intense pleasure engulf his groin. In his youth, the mouse was convinced that he wasn’t a fan of getting his dick sucked. It wasn’t until his senior year of high school after he and his prom date snuck away from the gym right as the Prom King and Queen were being announced, did he find out that the blowjobs he had been getting from girls were from ones who were using him as a test-dick to hone in their dick sucking skills. It wasn’t a theory, but a fact - guys sucked cock better than girls.

Unless the girl in question was named Alexandra Marx.

‘Slrrrrrrrrrrp!’ Alex was not a quiet dick-sucker. Sure, she knew how to silently sink her face down on a sausage, but where was the fun in that? The sloppy sounds of spit spurting and sloshing around as the dick slid in and out of the throat were the best part. Well, fourth only to the smell, taste, and noises that came from the femboy mouse whenever she pinned him down and took his entire manhood down her gullet. God, Charlie made the cutest squeaks.

“Mmmmmyyyaaahh…” See?

The tigress’s lips were wrapped around the mouse’s dick tight and her large saberteeth cradled the sides of his shaft like a soft buttered bun around a thick New York hotdog. Her mouth was warm, wet, and welcoming. Her tongue, despite being inside the mouth of a feline, was somewhat gentle on his manhood – even when she did what she liked to call the “Tiger Tongue Twister.”

Trademarked and patent pending, the Tiger Tongue Twister was Alex’s signature move. It involved Alex sticking her long and slobber-slicked mouth muscle underneath her partner’s foreskin and swirling it around the sensitive tip of the dick in a half-propellor half-scooping motion. Starting slow, but increasing in rotations per minute gradually over time as her partner’s foreskin stretched and got comfortable with having her tongue stuffed in it.

Her partners rarely lasted long when she did what they all called “the tongue thing” – and Charlie didn’t either. The first time that she did it to him, she said it would “flip him over to team pussy.” There were a few things wrong with that, but the one that annoyed the mouse the most wasn’t how homophobic it was, but how it didn’t make sense that she was going to flip him over to team pussy using her mouth, a thing that guys also famously had. It bothered him so much, that even after he had cum gallons down his best friend’s throat, he had to ask her how she thought that made any sense.

Lucky for Charlie, Alex hadn’t gotten around to doing the thing with her tongue yet, so his homosexuality was still intact for now.

‘Ssssslllluuuuurpppp… Sssslllurrrrrrp. Schlllluuuuuurrrrp!’

Charlie watched as Alex bobbed her head up and down on his dick like she was bobbing for apples at a fraternity Halloween party. Her head went up and down so fast and without a hitch, that sometimes he wondered whether the tigress hid a void behind her charming smile. The mouse wasn’t a scientist, but even he was sure that voids weren’t warm, wet, or fleshy. When Alex pushed her muzzle all the way down Charlie’s dick and nestled her nose into his crotch fuzz, he let out another set of cute squeaky moans and threw his head back. His hands gripped the couch cushion that he was sprawled out on and he grit his cute teeth. His dick twitched and throbbed as it slid down the tigress’s throat and his foreskin peeled all the way back to expose his sensitive glans to warmth. Once his dick was all the way down Alex’s throat, he let out a noise that desperately wanted to be a word but just wasn’t aspirational enough.

“HHHhhhhaaaalllehhhhhhhhx… Haaaaaaahhhhnnh!”

Alex’s nose pressed firmly against the small tuft of public fluff on Charlie’s pelvis as she took his entire nine-and-a-half inches down her throat. The rodent’s long and girthy dick bulged her throat out so much that it looked like she just swallowed a sub sandwich whole. The muscles in her throat clenched around Charlie’s dick and her nose wiggled and danced as she took in as much of the mouse’s scent that was buried in his pubic tuft as she could.

Charlie’s moan came just as Alex’s green eyes landed on him. And even with a mouthful of dick, the tigress was able to smile at the mouse. She waited for him to make eye contact with her before she made her next move.

After throwing his head back onto the big couch pillows behind him, Charlie closed his eyes. He kept them closed as his dick continued to throb inside his best friend’s throat like it was trapped and trying to break free.

‘Twt. Twt. Twt. Twt.’

Each throb of his dick caused his dick to curve jolt upward and his dick to press against the tigress’s uvula harder. It played a dangerous game, as that dangly bit in the back of her throat was one of the many gag reflex triggers, and no matter how much of a lasso she had around her gag reflex, she’d have to gag eventually, if Charlie’s dick spammed at her throat’s punching bag enough times, right?

Wrong.

With a grunt, groan, and moan, the cheese-lover boy’s dick throbbed in Alex’s throat three times. Alex’s eyes, which were locked to Charlie’s, widened with each throb, but she stood her ground. Her throat bulged out and relaxed as the mouse’s dick flexed inside her and assaulted her uvula. She looked like she was about to gag just a little bit, but she never did. She gulped a few times here and there and let out long exhales through her nose as she stared at her mousey friend, but not a single gag ever came from her. Maybe the tigress really was the throat goat like she always proclaimed to be. Charlie would almost say that she was better at sucking dick than he was, which was high praise coming from the self-proclaimed “King of Head” himself.

It took a while for Charlie’s dick to calm down, but when it did, he tilted his head back up and reopened his eyes to see Alex’s big green ones staring right at him. The tiger’s eyes had a way about them – a simple look from her could convey what a thousand words couldn’t. It was no surprise that she was the desire of many men and women. And while Charlie was always adamant that he swung the other way, he often found himself a little confused, too, whenever the tigress used those eyes to spell out the five-word sentence everyone wanted to hear.

“I love you so much.”

“Can I suck your dick?”

Charlie’s answer was usually “no”, but for some reason, he never said it aloud.

Alex’s throat continued to squeeze the dick that was inside it in a slow and steady rhythm – the muscles in her throat worked overtime trying to milk the mouse of everything he had. While she wasn’t able to speak while she choked on Charlie’s Stuart Little, her seductive gaze and slightly raised eyebrows taunted the mouse. Either she was actually challenging him with her gaze, or he was going crazy from all the straightness that was bleeding into him through Alex’s saliva. Whatever it was, he didn’t like it – but what was a mouse to do when his dick was stuck in a mousetrap? A warm, wet, and extremely pleasurable mousetrap. Oh, one that vibrated, too, from you know, purrs.

Charlie did his very best to stare Alex down as she rested her face against his crotch. But the pleasure of having his dick swallowed whole and her warm and slightly moist breath blowing through his pubes like a fine-toothed comb made his eyelids heavy. His heart beat like an 808 drum in his chest and he felt a heat spread throughout his body. He and Alex were in an airconditioned room, but even the crisp 20°C wasn’t enough to keep the mouse from sweating. Maybe it was the tigress’s body heat and her hot breath that blew over his pelvis repeatedly that were the culprits; but he was sweating from his brow, too, and her breath and body heat was nowhere near that.

‘Glk.’

Alex kept her mouth over Charlie’s cock for a good three minutes before she pulled her head up and slowly pulled the nearly 10-incher out from her throat like it was nothing. Despite the mouse’s dick practically gliding against her uvula as it slipped from her throat’s grip, she still showed no sign of gagging. The only “gag” Alex allowed in her life was the first three letters of her favorite singer’s fictitious last name; Lady Gaga.

The tigress pulling her head off of Charlie’s schlong looked like a scene ripped straight from the Alien movies; thick and sticky saliva dropped from her mouth and chin as the rodent’s pink and fleshy dick slipped out from inside of her throat, into her mouth, and out from the suction created by her lips with the wettest, loudest, and fattest champagne-cork-esque pop ever.

Charlie let out a loud moan when Alex pulled mouth off of his dick. The suction that he felt around his manhood increased almost tenfold as his dick slowly slid out of the depth of his tiger friend’s throat, especially around his tip as his foreskin rolled back over it. As his dick approached freedom, he leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling.

‘Sccchhhhhhhllllllloooooorp. Pop!’

The mouse’s dick, free of Alex’s mouth, throbbed as it flung upward and smacked into his stomach. The mix of saliva and precum that was smeared all over his dick and gave it a sheen, splattered as he dick-slapped himself.

Alex licked her lips and wiped her chin with the back of her left hand to clean her face of all the saliva and precum that had leaked out from her mouth as she pulled herself from Charlie’s crotch. Once her chin and lips were clean enough, she directed her gaze back to the gay mouse and his dick, which despite being out of the tigress’s mouth, was still hard and twitching in a way that was obvious that it wanted more.

‘Twt. Twt. Twt.’

The tigress’s green eyes locked to the mouse’s chin as he stared up at the ceiling, only to shift to his cock to watch as it continued to twitch and throb over and over and over again. The longer she looked at Charlie’s big, long, and uncut cock, the more she wanted it back in her mouth. After a lick of her lips, she glanced up to look at Charlie again and saw that his head was back upright and that he was staring right at her.

Charlie and Alex stared each other down with drastically different looks on their faces – furrowed brows, slightly narrowed eyes, and lips in the shape of the St. Louis Gateway Arch from the mouse; a stern look that painted a portrait of annoyance. While the tigress offered a cheeky and toothy smile that pushed the corner of her mouth far into her cheeks; a look that painted a portrait of someone who wasn’t going to listen to any of the rodent’s “excuses”.

With a waggle of her eyebrows, the tigress pressed her nose into the mouse’s balls that were conveniently right under her chin, gave them a good ole’ cocaine sniff, and French-kissed his sack to cover it in as must slobber as she did with his rod. Charlie’s balls tucked upward as if to try and escape her sniffer and lips and he let out a soft moan when he felt Alex’s warm tongue glide over his sensitive orbs. His dick continued to throb and even throbbed harder when she went in to make out and huff his nutsack.

“Hhhhaaaah…” the mouse moaned, although he cut his moan short with grit teeth.

“Aaaah-Alex… C’mon,” the mouse struggled to form sentences – he loved it when his balls got the attention that they deserved, almost as much as he loved getting thick pipe up his ass; which made what he was about to say a little bit ironic, considering how much his dick was responding positively to it.

“I’ve told you a million times, I’m gay.”  His stern look had relaxed a little by the time he finally protested what he and Alex had been doing for a good chunk of an hour. He watched as Alex continued to kiss and sniff his reproductive spunk factory like it was her husband on their wedding day. Only after a minute of lathering Charlie’s nuts in her saliva and having his slightly fuzzy ball-skin stick and unstick from her nostrils, did she pull away and answer him.

‘Smmmmmmch.’ A thick string of saliva stretched out between her chin and the mouse’s balls as she pulled away. This time, she didn’t bother wiping. “But your dick is sooooooo tasty,” Alex purred and gently placed both her hands on the mouse’s thighs, at each side of his throbbing schmeat. Her nose hovered dangerously close to his shaft and he felt her warm breath blow over his dick again.

Charlie wanted to look away from Alex, because the more he looked, the harder it was for him not to find what she was doing sexy and completely contradict his sexuality, but he didn’t want to look away and leave the tigress to do as she pleased. With a huff as the tiger pressed her soft and nimble fingers against his thighs and pelvis, Charlie opened his mouth up to speak.

“Yeah, because anyone with a dick would get hard if you… Did that.” Charlie gestured his hands lazily over his general crotch area where the tigress was nestled. Before he could add to his protest, however; Alex pushed herself up with her elbows, grabbed his dick with both hands, and angled his dick upright so that it stood up vertically right under her chin. The mouse went wide-eyed as panic set in and he quickly leaned forward with his hands out to try and stop her. As his hands came close to grabbing the tigress’s shoulders, he felt a warmth engulf his foreskin-covered dick tip that made him lift his hands up slightly, curl his toes, and slink against the couch cushions behind him, defeated.

“Hoooooooly fuck… Hhhhaaaaaannng.” Charlie moaned. “You’re doing that tongue thing…”

Alex wrapped her mouth around the uncut tip of Charlie’s cock and sucked on it. The suction from her lips pulled Charlie’s foreskin over his tip a little more than it would naturally be while he was erect and she wasted no time in sticking her tongue underneath it.

Her green eyes locked to Charlie’s amber ones and she pulled her head back just enough to pop the mouse’s dick out from her mouth while still leaving her juicy saliva-dripping tongue in his foreskin. Her lips pursed into an open-mouth smile, and her mean green eyes somehow got even meaner.

When Charlie saw that look in her eye, he knew, he knew, that he was cooked.

Alex slowly started to move her tongue around under Charlie’s foreskin, sliding gently to the left and right at first, but gradually pushing her tongue further to each side until she made a full clockwise lap around the circumference of his mushroom head. Once she completed the first lap, she kept going; bulging out the mouse’s foreskin as her tongue slid all over the most sensitive part of his cock.

‘Schlp, slck, sclorp, schlurp!’

The tiger spun her tongue like a helicopter’s rotor over the mouse’s dick head and scooped scent and flavor from where it was most potent. She closed her eyes as she performed her signature move and started to purr as he leaked precum in abundance onto her tongue. A salty, fragrant, and viscous mix of her saliva and his precum flowed along her tongue and dripped off of her chin as she went around, and around, the merry-go-round that was Charlie’s dick’s turtleneck sweater.

Charlie’s eyes were about to roll into the back of his head. What he felt on his dick head as Alex did the Tiger Tongue Twister™ was pleasure, yes – but it was also a tad overstimulating. The speed at which her tongue rolled around his tip under his foreskin made him curl his toes so hard that he could have sworn that they fell off. It didn’t take very long for the mouse to arch his back, squint his eyes shut, and let out a cute little moan as his balls tucked upward repeatedly.

“Aaaaaaah!”

Alex, completely oblivious to how close Charlie was to busting his nut, continued her tongue work with a smile and even started humming to the tune of Poker Face by Lady Gaga. When she heard his cute moan, she smiled even wider and kept swirling her tongue under his foreskin until she heard what sounded like a grunt come from the mouse and felt his dick throb against her tongue.

“Hnnng!”

The mouse’s pink and fleshy dick throbbed repeatedly and his balls tucked up as close to the base of his shaft as they could. His load traveled from his balls through his shaft, and finally out of his tip. Like a shaken bottle of champagne at the end of a Formula One race, his cum shot out from his dick in thick, white, and creamy ropes that landed all over the tigress’s face, mouth, and tongue. His ejaculate was hot, too – which was arguably the best thing about getting a facial.

‘Spurt. Splurt. Splort. Splart.’

Rope after rope of Charlie’s cum shot out from his dick and painted Alex’s orange and black-striped face with a little extra white. His hips bucked forward with each rope that came out of him, which disrupted Alex’s foreskin foraging. She tried her best to keep tonguing him, but after his third rope, his hip buck had knocked the tigress’s mouth-snake out from his dick head blanket. She still had her hand around his dick though, so she held it up and aimed the ropes of cum all over different parts of her face. One rope landed across her snout, one diagonally across her forehead, and another missed her eye by a hair by quite literally landing in her hair.

Seven ropes of spunk later, the ropes turned into a slow ooze, and Alex gently let go of the mouse’s cock. Without her hand to keep it upright, it fell toward his stomach and the oozing cum dripped down and pooled just north of his bellybutton.

Charlie huffed and puffed deep and heavy breaths as he tried to recover from his mind-blowing orgasm. When he opened his eyes, he was met with the tigress, who was covered in his sticky seed, staring right at him. Right away, he noticed that he had gotten some of his load in her hair and cringed. The last time that he got cum in Alex’s hair, she got mad at him. To be fair, she had to get to an important meeting right after that, so her anger was understandable.

When his focus shifted from the mess of his DNA all over her to her big green eyes and her smile, he realized she wasn’t mad at him this time and relaxed a little.

“There, I came, you happy?” the mouse said begrudgingly as his dick continued to ooze cum onto himself and throb in six-second increments.

Alex gave him a nod, placed both her hands on his pelvis, and leaned herself closer to his cum-covered dick. She let her tongue slip out from her mouth, dragged it from his balls all the way up to the base of his dick, and scooped up the leftover cum ropes into her mouth. She stopped just shy of a third of the way up his meat, reeled her tongue back into her mouth, and stared at him with incredibly seductive “fuck yeah, you’re a gross pervert” eyes.

“Mhm, but it looks like you are, too, gay boy,” the tigress teased him and resumed licking the cum off of his dick.

Charlie couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her as she started cleaning his cock with her tongue. He turned his head to the side to look away as a red blush crept onto his face. The mouse was still 100% certain that he was gay – without a shadow of a doubt. But maybe he should change the sexuality section of his Tinder profile to “homoflexible” instead.

The thought of doing that and potentially having more women hit him up for that “holy grail gay dick” was horrendous.

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Art by Muhomora

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