He gave up and pulled his sticky leather pants down past his thighs. His hand slid back up his smoothe skin; his inner thigh quivered when he reached his cock again and began stroking.
He closed his eyes and stretched out on the grass. The cool night breeze passed over his perspired body and gave him goosebumps. He brought his other arm up behind his head.
Thoughts of violating a certain blonde-haired boy's mouth lingered in his mind. He did not try to push the images away. Instead he welcomed them, grinning at his own imagination.
He let it wander. Soon it began to imagine having the Jack's chair boy in his mouth, watching his miraculously blue eyes as he sucked him off. He imagined the tears that would well up and spill over onto his creamy cheeks when he was close to cumming.
Then he imagined the King's chair and the Jack's chair on their knees naked in front of him, sharing a sloppy passionate kiss.
He groaned. His hand moving hand twisted and pulled and pushed, his thighs and ass tightening and releasing as he squirmed to find a position that would make it feel better. Better, please, better, faster, because this was going torturously slow.
The King's chair and the Jack's chair were still on their knees, but now they were in front of him, one on each side, licking up and down his cock. They looked up at him like it was the most delicious thing they had ever tasted. Each one flicked over the head, their tongues touching briefly..
He was dripping. He felt the droplets hit his skin. So tense. So good. So close.
His tail twitched, and he brought it up to brush across the head of his cock, gathering some fluid to rub on his left nipple.
In his head now, King's chair was on all fours and he was taking him from behind. Jack's chair was on his knees in front of King's chair, his cock in the blonde's mouth. And Jack's chair was leaning forward, mouth slightly open and tongue protruding, expecting a kiss.
He shuddered as their mouths met, and he could swear he felt the wetness, the fullness of his mouth from his tongue, and the tight warmth enveloping his cock that was spasming now.
He groaned, throwing his head back as he came, his hand pumping frantically. Arcs of his cum hit his stomach, his chest, the grass.
He panted, tired. He slid his hand up and down his softening length a few more times and licked his lips. Opening his eyes, he gazed into the stars, so bright and clear and close tonight, and grinned his trademark cocky feline grin.
"Enjoy the show?"