Derrick stared around his huge room - it was bigger than their family room back home, with one whole wall open to the pool area. There were silk panels that could be pulled closed for privacy. He wondered what they did in bad weather - rain would blow in and if it got cold... but it was perfect out now. The bed was some super king size mattress on the floor, and he flung himself back with a grin. Sinking into the thick, soft pad, he started pulling off his clothes. It was time to check out that pool! He worried briefly that his sister or parents might come by the open wall and see him, but that thought seemed to evaporate, as did his initial plan to put on a bathing suit. He was completely naked when a curious rumbling noise drew his attention towards the pol, and he gasped.
A magnificent, massive lion was standing in the opening to his room, regarding him calmly with golden eyes. Derrick had a moment of panic, but when the beast did not move closer he sat up on the bed. What was that Ms. Hawk had said? They won't approach without permission? Still scared, but curious, Derrick patted the bed and said "Here, boy." He immediately felt silly, treating a lion like a dog. But the big cat ambled over, still rumbling. Purring! The lion was purring!
Derrick trembled slightly as the animal dropped its heavy head in his lap and then rubbed its muzzle against his chest. He tried rubbing its head and ears, and then the powerful jaw and muzzle. His fear faded - the lion was like a huge housecat, though it did have a strong, musky smell that burned slightly in his nostrils. The lion licked his chest, then raised its head and licked his face with a coarse, slobbery tongue. Derrick laughed and licked back, not minding the taste of the animal saliva. In response, the lion pushed him backwards across the bed, sliding over him heavily.
"Hey! You are way too big to be a lap cat." Derrick pushed at the beast. "Go on, get off." Instead of rising, the lion slid further over him and pinning the boy with his much greater weight. "Mmmpgh!" Derrick was buried, his face pressed into the lion's chest. He struggled to roll out from under the animal, but succeed only in twisting onto his stomach. It was easier to breath at least, and the lion started licking the back of his head, plastering his hair down with spit. "Oh, man, I am gonna need a shower! Get off me!"
This time the lion obeyed, sliding back until he was back on the floor. But he took advantage of Derrick's position to start licking the boy's rump. "Hey, stop that!" Derrick shivered in pleasure as the coarse tongue slid over his testicles and slipped up under his crotch, then slid up and down the crack of his buttocks. It felt amazing, and the boy stopped complaining.