Morning Coffee
	- By Khan
	

	Two jackals sat at the counter that circled half of the
kitchen area, talking in hushed tones, smiling lightly at each other
as they discussed the coming day. One sipped tea, the other, coffee.
	At the sound of quiet footsteps, both turned towards the arch
that led into the hallway where the guest bedrooms were. For such a
hermitic group, they had a surprising amount of guestrooms standing at
the ready for anyone they might end up giving boarding.
	Max slowly emerged from the shadowed hallway, blinking
slightly as he stepped into the sun-lit kitchen area wearing his pair
of jeans and his high buttoned vest. Both jackals glanced at each
other with knowing grins as the bat approached sleepily, yawning
hugely. Last night must have been taxing on the poor student.
	"Coffee?" asked Keiann, reaching for a mug on the shelf above
the counter.
	"Or would you rather have tea?" Khan continued, smiling all
too brightly for Max's sense of ease.
	Both jackals were half-nude, Khan wearing his habitual
hipcloth and Keiann sitting in dark blue sweatpants, bare-chested in
the warmth of the direct sun from the skylights above.
	"Mmncoffee," the otherwise articulate bat managed to reply. He
had obviously already showered, his fur damp where it could be seen,
bangs of dark head fur hanging down in front of his eyes. Sweeping
said bangs backwards over his head with a hand and a rustle of wing,
Max made his way over to the counter and took a seat one stool over
from Keiann, leaving a space. He was not quite comfortable with the
jackals yet, despite last evening and night.
	Keiann walked around the counter and into the kitchen proper,
placing the mug in front of the bat and then grabbed the pot to pour
steaming, rich smelling coffee into it before seating himself again
beside Khan.
	"Rough night?" Khan asked concomitantly, raising his own mug
to sip his tea with a minute smile on his muzzle.
	Instantly, Max blushed beneath the dark fur of his face, the
insides of his ears reddening visibly. He buried his muzzle in his mug
of coffee, and said nothing.
	From the hallway leading to the guestrooms a muffled whistling
melody was soon heard, and light but pronounced footsteps accompanied
by the sound of someone scrubbing a towel against their head.
	A brightly smiling Khalid, wearing only the towel he was now
wrapping around his head, positively bounced into the kitchen, tail
wagging merrily behind him and ears perked. You could tell he was
satisfied. Not completely satisfied, however, as was evident from the
fact that his penis was fully hard, cock swaying lightly in front of
him as he walked. Leaning over, he placed a peck of a kiss on Max's
cheek, and then continued towards the two jackals with a small murr.
	"Khalid, that's not polite. No matter how, uh, well you got
along with Max last night, it's not appropriate to parade around naked
and leaking with a guest in the house," Khan chided as he watched the
excited jackal approach.
	Keiann stood, nodding slightly at Khalid as Khan spoke,
seemingly agreeing. They were close, these three, so it wouldn't be
unusual for Keiann to place an arm on Khalid's back, much as he did
now, even when the smaller jackal was being scolded.
	"Yes, you shouldn't do that, you might embarrass our poor
guest, not to mention give us ideas," Keiann continued while his hand
and arm, invisible to Khan, slid further down Khalid's naked back to
firmly grasp one cheek of his rump.
	Khalid didn't react much other than to give Keiann an odd
look, then resume his pouty facade of remorse towards Khan.
	"Don't encourage him, Keiann," the other jackal said,
frowning. "Please Khalid, you must stop doing this. Either you'll
scare people away, or you'll initiate huge orgies that last days. It
just isn't fitting."
	During all this, Keiann kept nodding, agreeing with Khan's
admonishing, even while his hand slid beneath Khalid's tail, which
immediately flagged. Behind them all, Max sat silently watching the
proceedings, not really sure if he should pipe up and tell them that
he didn't really mind the naked jackal. When Khalid's tail flagged,
however, he couldn't help his eyes being drawn there, staring with his
mouth slightly agape as he watched Keiann slide a long finger firmly
up into Khalid's anus.
	Khalid's ears almost vibrated as he felt the soft, warm finger
slide up into him, staring rather intently at Khan, concentrating on
keeping up his illusion of being regretful. His tail was flagged
impossibly high, offering Max a perfect view of Keiann's finger which
started to slowly slide in and out of Khalid, making the other jackal
nearly tremble.
	"No, we can't have huge orgies now, can we," Keiann agreed
with a slight smirk on his face. "Last I remember, you were the one
who initiated the last one, with that weasel and his friend, what was
it, oh yes, the raccoon."
	Khan, satisfied that he for once had Khalid's seemingly full
attention, quirked an eyebrow at Keiann's words. "That's different,
they were friends of ours. We barely know Maxim- Khalid, what the hell
are you doing?"
	As Max could clearly see while cradling his mug tightly
between four fingers, Khalid was enjoying himself, this fact evident
by the way he was humping backwards against Keiann's finger, panting
loudly. A tiny puddle of precome was beginning to form on the floor
beneath him, dribbling down from the tip of the jackal's again
rock-hard cock.
	Khan wasn't stupid. He could figure out something was going on
by the way Keiann was smiling way too innocently while standing next
to an obviously on the edge Khalid.
	"Hey! You're doing it again, aren't you Keiann?!" he
exclaimed, putting his mug of tea down on the counter with a small
thud.
	While furiously wiggling his finger inside the bucking jackal,
Keiann quirked both eyebrows, assuming an innocent tone of voice.
"Whatever do you mean?"
	"That! You're teasing him again, doing exactly what I'm
telling him -not- to do!" Frustratedly, Khan rolled his eye and then
gave Keiann a dark look while he stood and moved over to Khalid to
peer over the other jackal's shoulder.
	Before his eye traveled down the length of Khalid's back,
however, he caught sight of Max, who had been silent up until now. The
bat was sitting very still on his stool, tightly holding his mug of
coffee in his lap, seemingly resting it on a large bulge in the front
of his jeans with his wide eyes glued to Khalid's rear.
	Khan decided to let his eye continue its voyage towards
Khalid's rear, and so did, seeing what Max has been watching for a few
minutes now, namely Keiann's finger firmly buried past the second
knuckle in the tight hole under Khalid's tail.
	Clearing his throat, Khan straightened up again and fixed
Keiann with a penetrating gaze. Reaching up one of his own hands, he
firmly grabbed one of Keiann's ears between two fingers, sweetly
smiling at the other jackal.
	"Keiann, I think I need to have a word with you, alone. Come
with me please?" he said, while making it clear that the last is not a
question by tugging on the ear at the same time as he walked towards
the stairs to the upper level.
	The two jackals departed, leaving Khalid, cruelly teased and
now abandoned. He managed to stop shivering and whimpering as he
steadied himself with a hand on the counter. With his back still
towards Max, seemingly having forgotten about the bat's presence, the
jackal slowly unwound the towel from his head, it having been jostled
by his own erratic movements. Equally slowly, he let it drop and slide
down his back, still holding on to the front, and took a deep breath,
letting it out in a wistful sigh.
	Looking down the front of his open towel, Khalid smiled
slightly. He was used to being teased in such fashions, and could take
care of himself. While still holding on with one hand, he reached the
other for his still hard cock and lightly stroked a few fingers along
the sensitive shaft. Then he remembered.
	Glancing over his shoulder, cock and towel still in his hands,
he spotted Max, still sitting there with his half-full mug of coffee
in his lap, eyes glued to the jackal's back. A soft coyness crept over
Khalid as he looked at Max, splaying one ear and smiling warmly at the
bat. He was fully aware of the fact that the edge of his towel was
below his rear, showing off his butt nicely, and he raised his tail
slightly in an inviting gesture.
	Max could only look back, stunned even now. Truth to tell,
they didn't do much last night, merely finished what they had started,
and then did it over again, more slowly, holding each other tight all
through the night.
	It was their secret though, let Keiann and Khan believe they
had wild and raunchy sex. Not their problem.
	It was, however, Max's problem now, as he was looking at an
obviously aroused jackal who was coyly looking back at him, throwing
glances at the bulge inside his jeans with softly hungry eyes.
	Slowly, Khalid turned. He had let go of his member, holding
the towel closed with both hands now, and carefully made his way over
to the silent bat. Once he was standing in front of Max, he used one
hand to gently untangle the mug from four now lax fingers, the other
still holding his towel up, shielding himself in what was supposedly
modesty.
	"I-" Max started, but Khalid laid two fingers softly on his
lips to silence him, quietly murring as he looked into the bat's eyes.
Max held his tongue.
	Now Khalid put both hands on each of Max's knees, rubbing very
gently, still smiling. Naturally, this also freed the towel to fall to
the floor and reveal the aroused state of the jackal, the tip of his
cock glistening with pre.
	Again Max could only stare down at the hard cock between the
jackal's legs before he licked his lips as if remembering last night,
and looked up at Khalid's face. While looking into those bright eyes
he felt fingers gently undoing the buttons to his pants, soon freeing
an erection that had really never gone down since he awoke, when he
found himself beside the naked jackal.
	Gasping, he felt fingers close around his penis and start to
slowly stroke him up and down, Khalid still smiling at him coyly while
he brought what slight hardness that had escaped the bat back to his
cock.
	Briefly, the fingers went away, the tip of Khalid's tongue
flicking out to lick his own nose before his hand returned. Max gasped
even more loudly as he felt slick wetness being gently smeared over
his tip and shaft. Looking down, he could only make the conclusion
that Khalid had used his own precome which was dribbling in rich
amounts onto the floor, to lubricate the bat's hard penis.
	As much as a jackal would ever plead, while not being actually
teased, Khalid was looking at Max with coy, softly pleading eyes that
seemed to offer pleasure beyond known limits, if only Max would give
him what he wanted.
	Extending two fingers, the leathery expanse of his wing
rustling, Max gently stroked finger pads over the smooth flesh of
Khalid's dribbling member with a small, shy smile.
	At this the jackal shivered lightly, emitting a quiet murr as
he leaned in to gently kiss Max full on the lips. Pulling away from
that brief contact, he licked his lips and smiled back at the bat.
Placing his free hand, the one that wasn't busy transferring pre from
his own cock to Max's, full on the bat's bare chest, Khalid gently
pushed. This made Max scoot backwards on the stool that he was
occupying, forming what Khalid wanted; a lap he could comfortably sit
on.
	With one last gentle stroke of Max's cock, Khalid pulled both
hands up to place one on the bat's shoulder and the other on the
counter. With the aid of these holds, he managed to pull himself up
into the bat's lap, finally placing both feet on the rungs of the
stool and his rear on Max's thighs.
	They both looked down at the two cocks, which lightly rubbed
against each other as Khalid made himself more comfortable, Max's
coated in Khalid's pre and Khalid's dribbling even more. Looking up
again, the jackal smiled at Max and softly licked the bat's nose
before he raised himself with the use of his feet on the rungs and a
hand still on a shoulder.
	The other hand he moved between his own legs and gently
grasped Max's cock with, holding it steady as he moved up and closer.
Max stopped staring at Khalid's hand around his penis and looked up at
the jackal who was currently gazing intently back at him, anticipation
clear in his eyes as he lowered himself slowly.
	As both felt contact between puckered hole and pre-lubricated
cocktip, they gasped, one murring loudly as he continued to press
himself downwards, feeling the thick head of the bat's member slowly
spreading him open, the other gritting his teeth as he felt himself
starting to enter the jackal's tight hole.
	Slowly, ever so slowly, Khalid lowered himself, savouring the
feeling of the other male entering him, feeling the thick head and
shaft slowly slide up inside of him, sending thrills of pleasure fused
with soft pain, which soon passed. Panting, he kept his eyes open,
watching Max as the bat's cock was slowly engulfed by his very warm
insides.
	Max had his eyes tightly shut, gritting his teeth as the
jackal lowered himself, feeling that tight hotness slide down around
his erection, his  laboured breath blowing air from his nose against
Khalid's chest fur, ruffling it slightly. Reaching one hand from the
bat's shoulder, the jackal softly stroked Max's cheek at the same time
as he tightened his rear around the bat, eliciting a loud gasping moan
from Max.
	Smiling, if a bit weakly, his eyes glazed over with pleasure,
Khalid leaned his head down to brush lips gently over Max's before he
continued with his descent. A few agonizingly slow moments later, the
jackal was sitting, panting hard, firmly upon Max's lap. The bat's
cock was firmly embedded inside him, every twitch of the hard length
sending a shiver of pleasure through Khalid. Again he kissed the bat,
who this time responded by parting his lips, flicking his tongue out
over the jackal's muzzle before he gently pushed it between Khalid's
own lips, pressing muzzle against muzzle.
	The jackal slid his arms around Max's neck and pulled himself
towards the bat with a loud murr, eyes closed during the intimate
kiss, feeling the bat's own arms slowly circle his waist and pulling
him close.
	The tugging made Khalid gasp for breath, however, as it
allowed Max's cock to slide about an inch out of the jackal, this in
turn sending a small dribble of pre from the jackal's positively
soaked member to further dampen Max's soft belly fur.
	The jackal wanted more, as he always did. The pleasure of
feeling Max slide within him made him squirm with pleasure, panting
and moaning weakly. He very nearly decided to remain seated on the
bat's cock until end of time, the sensations so wonderful to him.
Soon, however, he started rocking a little back and forth, letting the
slick, firm length inside him slide in and out at a slow pace.
	Driven almost wild with the tension and anticipation of the
jackal's promising movements, Max gripped Khalid's sides firmly and
began to buck back against the other male, loudly purring as he ground
his belly against the dribbling jackal-cock. Khalid wouldn't last long
like this, a fact that was quickly becoming evident by the panting and
whimpering that escaped the jackal's parted muzzle. Insides clenching
rhythmically, he started to properly ride Max, using the perch of his
feet on the rungs to lift himself off and press himself down on the
bat's cock again, each thrust making him shiver, on the edge of
release.
	It had been years ago since Max had actually had sex, actually
had been inside someone. Being a very driven student, he didn't have
much time for such pleasures, the result being that this was only his
second time. And the last guy was nothing compared to this jackal.
Already expertly skilled at the comparatively tender age of 18, Khalid
did his best to make his pleasure also Max's pleasure, the tight
insides of his more than averagely warm body squeezing around the
bat's cock on each upward motion, letting it slide almost effortlessly
into him as he sat. The jackal would soon have what he wanted, but not
yet. Not quite yet.
	Rising higher than before, he let the bat slip from his rear,
the glistening cock standing rock hard over Max's lap. The sudden
movement made Max gasp loudly, breathing hard between parted lips as
he was allowed a short reprieve from the intense sensations. Not for
long though, for as Khalid slid backwards out of the bat's lap, he
took a firm hold of one of Max's hands and pulled the poor panting
thing along with him. Padding softly, Khalid pulled the bat along into
the kitchen proper with a smile as he glanced over his shoulder, tail
still wagging invitingly. Smoothly he dropped to his knees after
letting go of Max's hand.
	Slowly, languidly, he let his torso drop forward almost to the
floor, supported by his forearms, his rear held high as his tail
wagged back and forth. He desperately wanted that cock back in his
rear, but he could afford a little teasing to make Max even more eager
to please and be pleased. Gracefully, at least gracefully for a jackal
in a posture unmistakably signaling a desire to be mercilessly fucked,
Khalid slid to the floor, stretching out with his arms folding under
his head as he tilted it to look back at the bat who was still
standing, pants caught at his hips, revealing that cock that the
jackal so much desired inside him.
	Teasingly, he raised his tail further, showing the place where
Max had been allowed to enter him and coyly smiled over his shoulder
as he invitingly raised his hips about a hand's breadth from the
floor. 'What are you waiting for', the gesture seemed to ask of the
bat. 'Here's a jackal obviously more than happy to let you have your
way with him. Go for it!'
	Hastily, almost comically, so much so that Khalid had to hide
an amused smile behind a hand, Max slipped out of his jeans, leaving
the vest on. It added a certain something, as he had experienced
during his past night with this jackal. He sank to his knees, and
Khalid obligingly parted his legs to allow Max room between them, tail
still held high. As Max leaned forward and put his hands to either
side of Khalid's chest, the jackal raised his rear even higher to rub
it against the firm and by now very slick length of the bat.
	Max, in turn, purred loudly and let the jackal tease him for a
little while before he reached down with a hand to guide himself,
careful to keep his wings out of the way. Holding his cock in two
fingers, he pushed his hips firmly against the underside of Khalid's
tail and felt the entrance there immediately give way to let him slide
in almost to the hilt in one smooth motion. Again settling both hands
on each side of the squirming, panting, and moaning jackal, Max
enjoyed the sensations for a while as he watched Khalid take such
obvious pleasure in the bat's cock being thrust inside him.
	By now eager beyond belief, Max started to thrust at a quick
pace, the insides of the jackal offering marvelously warm resistance
for his cock which he slid in and out of the jackal as Khalid whined
weakly. Closing his eyes and raising his muzzle to moan loudly, the
bat continued to shift his hard penis inside of Khalid at a measured,
but swift pace, bringing himself and certainly the jackal always
closer to the edge of release.
	Leaning down a bit further and lowering his weight carefully
onto the jackal's rear, he continued thrusting, hips grinding against
Khalid's. The glistening length of the bat's cock, visible between
thrusts before it was firmly pushed into the panting jackal once more.
Extending his muzzle slightly, eyes slitted with the immense, warm
pleasure, Max licked his dry lips and then quickly snapped his head
down to grip the joint between Khalid's shoulder and his neck between
his teeth, biting as gently as he could while thrusting his cock in
and out of the jackal.
	At this, Khalid's body seemed to say 'enough', and convulsed,
back arching. Moments later the jackal's cock, being ground against
the floor with each firm thrust from Max, started to fire jet after
jet of thick jackal-seed which was rubbed into Khalid's belly fur as
he writhed desperately, biting back a howl of ecstasy.
	As Khalid's insides clenched so tightly around Max from the
jackal's own climax, the bat had to push even harder to even be able
to thrust, the pleasure dizzyingly immense. While Khalid was still
writhing, shooting his seed over the floor, Max came. Still thrusting,
the bat released Khalid's shoulder to utter a soft cry as he began to
fill the jackal with hot, white semen.
	The cry, negating Khalid's efforts to keep their little
intimate moment on the kitchen floor a secret from the other two
jackals, certainly attracted attention. Not that cries of rapture were
an uncommon event in this house.
	While he was still thrusting and in the height of his climax,
seed spurting into Khalid, Max could only helplessly notice Khan
walking into the kitchen, still wearing only his hip cloth. The
arriving jackal stopped to regard the two lovers.
	The tall jackal waited until it seemed that Max had relaxed,
emptying the last of his load into the bat's more than willing victim
on the floor. When he had the full attention of the both of them,
Khalid whimpering rather pathetically but looking utterly pleased, and
Max simply keeping quiet, nearly hiding his face behind the prone
jackal's two tall ears, he spoke.
	"See? Didn't I tell you this would happen? And on the kitchen
floor no less! Tsk." Then he stalked out of the room to climb the
stairs whence he came, joining Keiann at the railing on the second
floor, the other jackal grinning like a madman before they both
retreated to leave the poor bat and jackal alone in the kitchen.