Shoppin' Chapter Six: Word Is Getting Out
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Chapter Six: Word Is Getting Out
"What the fucking hell?" Andria snorted angrily, stomping into the living room, where her stud, Jerome, was sitting watching TV after dinner. The hefty middle aged equine looked startled, bracing himself for one of his mare wife's angry tirades. It was something he had slowly grown used to, after years of living with the female. From the honeymoon explosion over their hotel mix-up, to the blow out of 92 that destroyed every dish they had in the house which was still a mystery to Jerome. He'd come to understand these things happened, from time to time, so he switched the TV off and turned his full attention onto her.
"Do you know what Nelly just told me?" Nelly was their nosy neighbor; Andria's bff who always had a butt ton of gossip. And she loved nothing more than to spread it, especially where it would do the most damage possible. For a split second he wondered if Nelly had somehow found out about the things he had been doing with Adrian and Ricky. But luckily, those guys were well outside of the furs his friends and neighbors ever hung out with.
"No dear," Jerome answered anxiously, trying not to sound too calm, knowing that keeping his calm while she raged always pissed her off. Even as he watches his upset wife, stomp over to stand right in front of him to block the TV. Which was why he'd turned it off as soon as she'd stormed into the room, no point trying to watch it when she was in a mood.
"Do you know where your son has been seen hanging out recently?" Jerome blinked up at her in confusion; they had two after all, so she really needed to be more specific. However, Jerome knew he had to be careful here, telling her that she was speaking vaguely would no doubt get sharply punished.
"Are we talking Junior... or Decl?" Jerome questioned carefully, knowing that she expected him to just know what she was talking about. The fact that he often didn't, drove Andria wild, which always led to accusations of being oblivious and uncaring. After which the water works would come on full blast, and he'd have to spend a week or more trying to make it up to her.
"Declan... you know very well Junior never does anything foolhardy, he takes after my side of the family," Andria snorted angrily, even though everyone always said the opposite. Junior not only looked more like his sire, he acted a lot more like him than Declan ever had.
"So where has Declan been that bothers you dear?" Jerome asked, already having a nasty suspicion that he knew what she was going to say before the words spilled out of her mouth. Just wondering how in the world his wife had found out about it, it wasn't like they knew anyone on that side of town.
"Nelly's brother saw him coming out of that... that," Andria's muzzle twisted up into a look of pure loathing, as she at last managed to spit it out. "Faggot bar over on Western." Jerome almost choked at that. Nelly's brother was very obviously gay. He'd known that the first time they were introduced, sadly he was a self loathing kind of guy. "You know the place that they call the Sausage Factory, what a vulgar name for such a place." Jerome had been under the impression that Nelly didn't talk to her brother anymore, oh well, at least it seemed that the family had reconciled a bit.
"Well it used to be you know, that building was a Sausage Factory about forty years ago," he pointed out as blandly as possible, realizing too late that the facts would only fan the flames.
"Only you would know that," Andria snapped at her hubby coldly, making Jerome silently vow that he'd just keep his mouth shut from now on. "Or think for one second that it would matter in this conversation. This isn't about some old building or some bankrupt company. YOUR son is associating with those kinds of males. No telling what they're doing for him... Or to him!" That made Jerome grit his teeth hard, it was hard to believe he'd once loved Andria so much that he married her.
"Declan is a grown stallion," Jerome snorted, feeling a blush spread over his round equine nose, even as he sprang to his hooves. "He's in college for god sake... so he can associate with anyone he damn pleases. It damn sure ain't none of Nelly Poudsmiths business, and it ain't none of mine or yours," he grunted in disgust, as his wife's prejudice was showing. Of course; it might also have something to do with the feelings he had for a certain young stud.
"I don't give a damn what that gossiping bitch Nelly Poudsmith thinks... or anyone else we know in town." Jerome finished angrily, this was proving to be the cliff's edge for him. He couldn't be pushed any farther, without going over the edge and dropping into the abyss.
"Since when did you become so broad minded?" she with a nasty sneer, as she had been expecting him to react by exploding. Jerome had told plenty of jokes about homosexuals over the years, the construction superintendent had certainly heard a lot of them.
"I guess you don't know me as well as you think you do... I had some gay friends back in college. And I turned out just fine," Jerome snorted, secretly enjoying the shocked look on her muzzle as he said that. The fact was, that other than the fox who had blown him at some drunken frat party... he hadn't really known anyone that was open about it.
"So you're just going to smile if he brings one of them home?!" Andria demanded in that shrill voice she always got, when she knew that she was losing an argument. The stallion dodged out of the way, as the lamp sailed by his head and shattered against the wall. Yep, she was losing the argument alright... breaking the things he paid for was always the next step.
"Declan's life is his own... if it suits him, then it suits the hell out of me." The flying lamp had been the real clue, hiding his muzzle, Jerome allowed himself a faint smile. Even as he now headed for the door, behind him his wife was screaming that he'd better not walk out of the room on her. He did it anyway, going first into the kitchen to grab a beer and then down into the basement. As she followed him into the kitchen, still hurling curses at him if not bits of furniture. Jerome went down to his woodworking shop, locked the door and turned on the band-saw to drown out the sounds of his wife screaming. She could get in if she wanted to, but this was his private space just like the bathroom was hers. It was kind of an unwritten rule of their marriage, that neither of them invade the other's private sanctuary.
A part of Jerome would always love Andria, but sometimes she was a hard fur to live with. In hindsight he could see where he had gone wrong, he had started out well enough turning the TV off listening to her. Her comments about the boys had begun to get under his skin, but he was still holding it together even when she brought up Nelly, the gossiping neighbor. Still, the offense she felt about Declan having gay friends was like a needle in the eye to him.
Before he and Adrian had gotten so close there were real feelings between the two of them. Jerome's love for his wife had been waning for years now, while his feelings for the young handsome stallion had only just begun to grow. The idea of separating had never crossed his mind, he'd made his choice to be with her years ago. Now suddenly he was wondering if it had been a mistake, had they only been staying together because of their offspring. Or just that it was the way things were supposed to be, both of their parents had lived that way until death had parted them. His marriage was comfortable... most of the time. It was like playing checkers with an old friend, there were no surprises, no new moves... no excitement and he rarely won. His time with Adrian was full of excitement, new thoughts.. new pleasures.. new experiences. It was changing him, changing his outlook on the world, forbidden pleasure adding a sauce to his existence. Adrian was out of town for his work, but the handsome young stallion wasn't Jerome's only relief valve.
*****
The small shaggy alpaca grinned wickedly, as he watched Mickey the young jock cheetah going down on a lion old enough to be his granddad. And although the college aged feline jock was still protesting that he was straight. He was at the factory every night these days, ever since Ricky had given him a muzzle fucking in a stall in the restroom. The handsome little alpaca had taught Mickey how to suck, and the spotted feline had spent the next few weeks proving that he really liked doing it. The next step had been getting under that feline tail, something the little cheetah had been much reluctant about. But Ricky was sure that it was a matter of time, he'd take that taboo hole just like he'd fucked the felines mouth.
The little alpaca winked at Declan, the young roan stallion was Mickey's teammate and lately his best friend. At Ricky's insistence the horse had been training his buddy, and the spotted feline had truly been taking those lessons to heart. Which only made Ricky that much more sure of his ability, to turn a so-called straight jock into a dick loving slut boi. In all honesty, Declan was glad Mickey had the interest, the other guys on their team were eager to enjoy a free blowjob. Their girlfriends always made them pay in one way or another, Declan and Mickey just sucked their cocks because they liked doing it. While Ricky had picked out a couple of guys he was looking to... convert to a more enlightened outlook on taking a dick.
One of whom was Darius, a big Rottweiler, who the Alpaca had just talked into sliding under the table. "Mmm, that's right doggie, suck my nice hard prick." The alpaca was leaning back in his seat, as he enjoyed the sensation of that long canine tongue lapping at his junk. "Want me to tell you where it's all been?" Ricky asked with a smirk, looking down into the big brown doggie eyes as Darius pushed his snout down the length.
This one had taken less work than Mickey, the alpaca smirked as those soft lips wrapped around his length, tugging at it lustfully. They'd started out trading paw jobs, and then out of nowhere he had the big canine slopping all over his junk. Mickey had been very reluctant to play in public like this at first, but Darius didn't seem to care, he would go down anywhere. "Oh yes... that's what I'm talking about," Ricky laughed, bucking his hips to fuck that hot canine muzzle as the big jock eagerly suckled on his throbbing fucker.
Declan was watching it all unfold from his seat at the bar when his phone rang. He knew it was his dad calling from the ring tone, in the past he'd have just ignored it. But ever since... well, there was no way around it, ever since he and his sire had fucked in Ricky's bed.
Declan blushed at the thought, father son incest was a huge social no no after all, yet there was no denying that it'd brought them closer than they'd been in years. A shared secret about a very taboo sexual encounter, incest wasn't something either of them had ever consider. Yet the sneaky little alpaca had manoeuvred them into it, and the pleasure had been intense for them both. Still, it had been a sickly sweet kind of pleasure, and they had kind of been avoiding being in the same room ever since. Maybe because they both wanted to do it again, which was both exciting and disgusting. "Hello dad... What is it?" Declan knew from the long pause that came next, that it was nothing good. His dad rarely called anyone, so the fact that he was calling along with that pause, it had to be bad news.
"So... one of the neighbors told your mom that you've been seen coming out of the factory." His dad hadn't said who it was, but it really wasn't hard for him to guess. Nelly Pondsmith was a huge gossip, and her brother was a semi regular at the Sausage Factory. Barry was a stag... who couldn't seem to come to terms with his own desires, every few months he would be born again as a straight male. And spend a few weeks bad mouthing every homosexual in town, only to show up looking for fun a short time later.
It didn't take much thinking to remember him leaving the community yet again recently, which meant he was on one of his; outing the fag's tours. "So, be warned if you stop by the house you're going to get jumped. Hell, she might be trying to call you right now," Jerome explained with a sour sounding grunt, plainly unhappy about what was going on. They both knew why, his dad had a thing for Adrian, the young Arabian stallion, who lived with Ricky.
"Okay... thanks for the warning dad." Declan snorted, even as he felt a hand on his rump rubbing over it gently. "I take it you're in the wood-shop," Declan observed as he flicked a glance back over his shoulder. Morse, one of his teammates, who Ricky had tasked the Horse with seducing into bottoming, was the one fondling him.
"Yes," Jerome answered in a flat tone, unsurprised that his son knew about his basement sanctuary.
The big brown and white bull had a friendly naive looking muzzle, but there was very little doubt he wanted to have some sexual fun. "Anyway, thanks for calling daddy... I'll avoid her calls. She'll enjoy bitching me out directly more." Declan snorted, knowing his mother never attacked him the way she did his father. He still remembered eating off paper plates for a month, after his mother had broken every dish in the house because she was mad at his sire, and Jerome had refused to buy anymore.
"Hehe... at least she doesn't throw things at you," Jerome responded, before bidding him goodbye.
"Nite Dad." Hanging up, the roan turned around, smiling back at the bull as he grunted.
"The wood-shop, is that another gay bar?" Declan laughed at the question, guiding the bull's huge, hot hand down to the erection snaking down his inner thigh. The roan smirking as his bovine buddy felt up his huge throbbing pride just as eagerly as he had Declan's rump. "I thought you liked to... ya know, liked takin' schlong more than fuckin'," Morse grunted, not very excited about the idea of being on the receiving end of a big cock.
The stallion flashed his teammate a leering grin, even while Morse's fingers kept fondling and exploring his meat. Ricky wanted Declan to get the big bull to bottom, and Declan was too submissive to the alpaca so he couldn't refuse his orders. "Oh I like them both," Declan explained with a lewd smirk, thinking that the bull's fingers certainly didn't seem shy. "Just depends on what mood I'm in... and why limit myself, right?" he explained, as Morse rubbed and stroked the thick organ through the young horse's tight jeans. The bull was obviously bothered by the idea of giving up his body to provide another male pleasure. "And in your case... I really want to mount that big sexy ass." That got a shocked reaction, just hearing another male on his team admit that he was wanting to shove a cock up his butt. Morse's powerful body was shaking like a leaf, yet there was a kind of sly look in the bulls eyes.
"Ammm yeah," Morse grunted softly, a worried look on his snout at Declan's admission. "I'm not sure I want to be mounted... I'm not really gay like you." The roan fought to suppress rolling his eyes, it wasn't so long ago that he had told Ricky the same things. Now here he was... letting almost everyone into his mouth or anus just because he enjoyed it so much.
"Look, I'm not saying yer gay... I just think you might enjoy a mounting, guys don't have to be gay for that. I know a few guys that let their girlfriends butt fuck'em with a strap on, nothing gay there just a different kinda pleasure." Declan winced at how awkward that sounded, the stallion just wasn't as slick at this as Ricky was. Still, with the way Morse kept on rubbing and touching his crotch, he wondered if Ricky just might be right. There really was no such thing as a straight male, or maybe Morse was playing along because he felt he could get under Declan's tail before the horse could his.
"So, I got a friend who lives nearby... he's not home right now, but told me I could use the place," Declan grunted huskily, smiling at the bull who was watching his hand stroking the horse's crotch. "If you're interested in taking that out... and ya know my tail-hole is just on the other side of my body." Declan joked as flippantly as he could manage, which was enough to bring the happy grin back to the bull's muzzle. Morse was looking to get into that tail-hole, which in all honesty Declan knew he would enjoy. "And I know for a fact he's got some booze and weed, so the party doesn't have to end when we leave the factory."
"Yeah... yeah, alright," Morse snorted even as he looked over at Mickey, who was gulping down lion spunk like mad as the older feline climaxed. While across the room, Darius, a big Rottweiler's paws could be seen sticking out from under the little alpaca's table. Ricky's right hand petted the canine's head, as it rose and fell over the smirking alpaca's hidden crotch. Ricky was much more persuasive, he had talked Darius into going down on him in a public place. And Declan didn't doubt that the rottie would be taking Ricky up his tail-hole sometime tonight. And if the experience Declan had was any indication, Ricky would most likely be sharing the big dog out with everyone else after he'd broken him in.
"Alright follow me, it's just a little down the street," Declan explained with a smirk, when his phone started ringing. Hearing his mothers ringtone, he quickly turned off his phone, before shoving it back into his pocket. The last thing he needed was his overbearing dam jumping on him, while trying to seduce the Midwestern country bull into giving up his boi-pussy. More because Ricky had tasked him to do it, than that he really wanted to pound the bull's tail-hole. Ricky had really worked him over, with the help of his own father and Adrian of course. Along with that passivity, came his almost total loss of any sexual interest in females. It certainly seemed that Ricky was right about both him and his sire, both of them were enjoying the pleasure only other males could provide them.
*****
Mickey gulped, as spurt after thick spurt filled his mouth and then slithered down his throat. The cheetah looked up into the older lion's glazed eyes, as the grinning old fur grunted and moaned breathlessly. Paws rubbing over the smaller and younger feline's body, as Mickey kept his mouth working on the pulsing cock. The masculine musk of the older male tingled Mickey's nostrils, as his mouth moved up and down. "Ammm fuck I've not had such a pretty young thing do that for me since the 80's. These days I'm lucky if I can get anyone to let me do it for them." Keno grunted breathlessly, as Mickey pulled his mouth off of his spent organ. The cute cheetah smacking his lips gratefully, as he climbed up into the lion's lap to lay.
"I dunno why," the slender cheetah purred, as the hefty lion male fondled his tiny feline junk teasingly. "Yer very sexy to me," Mickey said, snuggling up on the smirking lion's soft body, wrapping his arms around his thick neck. Obviously enjoying the warmth and silk soft fur, as the big lion's paws stroked him, making that tiny barbed fucker ooze heavily.
"Damn... you're a treasure," the lion snickered, as he stroked that silky spotted fur with one huge paw. "If I were a bit younger... I'd take you home with me and keep you all for myself." Keno chuckled lewdly at that thought, knowing that the young male would need more than he could give. Still, he did enjoy the feel of the hard young cock in his paw, it pulsed with so much life and energy. Not that the little cheetah seemed to care much about getting off, he was much more focused on bringing pleasure to other males.
"Ammm I'd love that daddy," Mickey purred, staring up into the older males kind eyes deeply, he really had no objection to being the older males rut boi forever.
"However, that would be selfish, there are so many males you haven't gotten to try yet." Keno pointed out with a soft chuckle, hugging the sexy youngster tightly. "Just know I'll be here for you anytime you want me. So go on and have fun," the older Lion ordered kindly, thinking he'd have to clean his place up before taking Mickey home.
"You're the best daddy," Mickey squealed in delight, kissing Keno's mouth passionately. Before he climbed down, looking around the bar slowly for the next male who wanted him. "Ooooo, I wonder what taking that knot feels like!" he giggled as a tall wolf caught his eye, the two of them soon dancing provocatively as the lion watched with a faint smile.
"Oh to be young again," Keno mumbled, ordering another drink, as he felt himself getting aroused just from watching the cheetah beginning to explore his sexuality.
"Hehe, that one really livens the place up... Huh, Keno?" Tomas the bartender observed, as he brought the lion a fresh drink. The tall ram turned and flashed him a grin.
"Made my night, that's for sure," The big lion chuckled lewdly, he had not felt this good in at least ten years. There was just something infectious about the younger male's excitement and enthusiasm, it made even the fat feline feel better about his life.
"Made yer decade," the bartender laughed, clapping him on the shoulder as Keno nodded. "A public blowjob by a sexy young thing like that. And it's made some other guys think about you in a little different light," the ram gestured down the bar to a slender little antelope, who waved a friendly hand as the lion looked at him. "Prey just bought you a drink..." the ram snickered, as he watched the older lion's muzzle light up.
"Is that so?" Keno snickered, standing up he picked up his fresh drink taking a long swallow. "I'm going to enjoy eating me some antelope tail-hole tonight," the dark maned lion grunted, waddling off down the bar towards the small younger male. Who was smiling shyly at the grandfatherly predator, soon they began talking about naughty things together.
*****
The big bull looked around the bedroom curiously, as he and Declan walked into it from the hallway. "Cool apartment... I like the look of it. So is this a horse friend of yours' place?"
"Yeah, he's out of town for a few days. you remember the alpaca I introduced you to at the Sausage Factory." Morse nodded his horned head, as he looked over at the smiling horse. "He has a room just down the hall, they're roommates," Declan explained, and then saw the bull's worried look. "He won't bother us. I put the tie on the knob outside. So you want some weed, or?" Declan started only to be cut off by a plainly nervous Morse, who quickly blurted.
"I don't really smoke. But I'd take another drink... You think they got any bourbon?" Morse asked nervously, as the handsome horse smiled at him. Ricky had about everything in the world, the little alpaca was prepared for almost any request.
"Oh I'm sure... my dad loves bourbon." Declan ducked out of the room so fast, Morse didn't have time to ask about that statement. A few moments later the handsome horse was back with an ice bucket, two glasses and a bottle of Maker's Mark. "Father saz on the rocks is the only way to drink Bourbon." Declan almost dropped everything, as he came through the door to find the bull laying naked on the bed. Quickly he sat the things down and poured Morse a tall glass, before walking over to the bed to hand it to him. And then stood up and began to strip off his own clothing, it wasn't like this was the first time they'd seen one another naked. They were on the football team together, and had showered side by side plenty. Morse lay back gulping down his drink, as he watched his buddy take off the last of his clothing. Declan's thick equine cock was already fully dropped from its sheath, dangling down between the young athletes' thickly muscled thighs.
"Damn, you look so good..." Morse grunted as he sat his empty glass aside, watching as Declan stood grinning down at him. "I've always admired how well defined you horses are... your muscles just look so good. I mean, I got plenty of muscle, but you can't really tell. Just big rounded slabs on me... but you are fucking beautiful," the tipsy bull rambled on, as the horse climbed into bed with him.
"I'll tell you what I've always admired," Declan confessed, as he reached over to take one of the young bull's massive melon sized testicles in either hand. "These are fuckin' fantastic..." Leaning down, the stallion buried his nose in those male orbs, nuzzling and kissing them eagerly as Morse watched in amusement.
"Oh sure, they're in pain most of the time." The drunken bovine confessed with a chuckle, even as he watched his sexy equine friend lovingly kiss and lick them. "They get in the way when I try to run or walk even... and I'm always sitting down and pinching them under me." Laying there on his side, the bull couldn't help getting hard as he watched Declan tasting his junk. That long red bovine cock shoved lustfully out of his sheath, slithering up his belly to jut out stiffly.
"Of course they do come in handy sometimes," he admitted with a smirk, as Declan gripped his long cock and stroked it. "To be honest, I've never used them... at least not for real." The bull confessed with a drunken blush, as he allowed the horse to roll him over onto his belly on the bed. Declan teased the horny, drunken bull, giving his shaft a few rapid pumps and then scooping up those heavy bovine testicles again massaging them. "I've never fucked a cow... or anyone." Morse wasn't sure why he was confessing his secrets like this, maybe it was the alcohol... but he'd been plenty drunk before and had never done it.
"Wow, really," Declan moaned in excitement, as he licked his way up from those mighty balls to the bull's soft anus. One hand pulling the bushy tail out of the way, as he shoved his snout behind those rump cheeks. "Mm, I don't get many chances to just play with a bull's balls..." he admitted, thick fingers caressing and exploring those massive unused calve makers with intense pleasure. "Damn, you're making me so fucking horny."
"I mean sure I've let some guys Errr... Girls jerk me off, even suck me off a few times." Morse moaned, as that slick tongue playfully licked around the edges of his quivering anal pucker. "If I'm being honest... I'm not that into... Girls." The bull blurted as he lay there gasping and moaning, the horny equine licking even more eagerly at his tail-hole. If he was ever going to admit that, laying here with a guy licking his tailhole just seemed like the right time. The red bull even sexier in his lustful intoxication, Declan drained the last of the bottle into Morse's glass. "Errr... Wha... I'm making you," It was clear he was shocked to hear his own feelings being voiced by the grinning stallion. "Dude I'm so fuckin' horny, I could suck my own dick..." Morse stopped, clapping a big hand over his alcohol stained lip's, a funny look of naughty embarrassment on his blunt muzzle. "Ammm dude that's kinda sick, but it feels super good!" he blurted breathlessly, as his anus gave into that insistent tongue eager and submissively.
"Hehe, well you got options," Declan snickered, as he enjoyed the way the bull's musky hole quivered and opened up, Declan's long strong tongue wiggled within his teammates rump. While Declan rolled those melon sized orbs around within that big bovine pouch, loving the way those jewels felt under his strong fingers. Leaning against the hefty bull, pressing his equine body against the bovine's side. Letting his thick, meaty pole slide over Morse's thigh, his balls draping over those furry calves. While he groped the others shaft and large sack, whispering hotly in that big floppy bullish ear. "Amm, we should just fuck," the horse finally spat out. It wasn't his most delicate seduction ever, but he'd been drinking the bourbon as well. Morse choked around a mouthful of sour mash, gulping and gagging for a moment as he tried to laugh and protest at the same time unsure which to do.
"FUCK! That feels good," Morse moaned loudly, as his handsome teammate worked his hole lustfully. The big lusty bovine was unable to think of anything else to say, so just moo-ed and moaned again and again. As Declan tugged and pulled on his hefty nuts, the bull grew more excited as he drew his knee's up under his belly. Freeing his trapped dick, but also making him look like he wanted to be mounted. Lifting his rump up in the air, pushing that hot hole against the horse's soft mouth invitingly. "So yer gunna mount me like I'm a steer?" Morse moaned weakly, reminding the young stallion what Ricky had tasked him with doing. "Well yeah... yeah it is Hot!" The drunken red bull confessed as he just lay there letting the more aggressive male molest him.
"Yeah, neither one of us is a gelding," Declan moaned lustfully into his ear, a slimy tongue tip poking in lustfully. "That's what makes it so hot, right? Here's proof even," the big handsome stallion squeezed those large balls harder, while rubbing his own cock against the bull's hefty inner thighs. He gathered both orbs in one hand, rubbing the meaty balls against each other erotically. "Ahahaha yeah... feel that. That's Stud-on-Stud right there." Morse watched as the big grinning horse rubbed his sack, the sensation just about the sexiest thing he'd ever felt. It was soooo taboo, so nasty and exciting that it stunned the bull... and yet as Declan's hands caressed his male organs while that tongue licked his butt-hole. The normally very straight bull offered up no resistance, he found himself looking back as the horse grasped his hip's and lifted that wide red ass up
"Ya know, I got a couple of cousins back home... who are steers." The bull blushed hard, it was something no one back where he was born liked to admit.
"State made? Or did they just choose to be that way?" Declan asked without thinking, he was far to horny at this point to think about the fact he might be insulting his friend. Pulling his tongue out of that relaxed and gaping asshole, he climbed up onto his knees behind the gasping, moaning bovine. "Oh yeah... oh yeah, we're gonna do this. Ammmm." He moved forward, putting a strong hand firmly on the bull's hips. Spread those fine bovine ass cheeks, wasting no time setting his dick in between those cheeks. His hands sliding up from those heavy nuts, to rub and squeeze the bull's firm round ass cheeks teasingly. He reached down and grabbed morse's balls as he started to drunkenly thrust against the bull, moaning as he massaged and kneaded that heavy nut sack. "Aww yeah buddy, we're both studs here, we're both gonna cum tonight."
"Ahem, well," Morse stammered, it was kind of a loaded question... State made meant they had committed some crime that had gotten them castrated. While choosing to be that way... hinted that they were males who either couldn't make it a breeder... or choose to be a steer because they secretly wanted to be fucked by males. Either way, it wasn't something he should have ever admitted, the bull blushed hard at having humiliated himself this way. "Look, don't tell anyone about that... Alright?"
"Sure, no problem buddy," Declan moaned as suddenly Morse's sphincter wanted to clamp closed, a part of his mind wanting to keep that thick fucker out of his taboo orifice. And still, the male organ pressed on, forcing its way through his weakened defenses. There was more than a little pain, as his virgin hole was stretched open wide. "Ummm... Oww, Oh gods!" the Bull moaned and whimpered, making him bite into the soft fabric covered pillow, as he found out what all those steers felt as they were fucked. "OH GODS!" he squealed, understanding finally why those steers kept coming back begging for more, while below him those fat calve makers were fondled and kneaded playfully. "Oh yeah, you like that huh? Don't worry baby, we're BOTH gonna get our nuts drained," the horse moaned, patting the bull's broad butt, and then swung his sack against Morse's balls. He caught and held the two bovine orbs against his own, as he started to thrust solidly.
"Mmm Yesssss, make me cum." Declan grunted, biting his lip as he felt that tight tail-hole squeezing his firm cock, and he gave that big bull several hard shoves to bury his meat inside that hot male body.
"They volunteered for it!" Morse admitted regarding the steers he'd mentioned, not that he was really sure if that was true for all of them. Behind him he heard the stallion snickering softly, as his tailhole surrendering to the horse's flat cock head in that instant. And then gave way before the equine, hot flesh wrapping around Declan's cock eagerly. Doubt crept into his quavering voice for a moment, but the powerful sensations coming from his debauched hole swept all thought from his head. Instinctively he pressed back, helping to bury his cock even deeper, until their hefty orbs slapped together... "Ow, fuck!" Morse moaned, his rope-like tail lashing Declan's hip and buttocks as he surrendered himself. "Mmmmm Mmmmm, that feels so good!" His body tensed as he fought the desire to get the horse off of him, to turn around and gore his buddy with those big sharp horns. "I'm NOT a steer!"
"Of course you're not. No one is saying you are... or should be," his teammate assured, as his hands fondled the bulls wide rump. "It's okay to enjoy it..." the roan moaned softly, into the bull's ear as more and more of his thick equine organ was pumped inside. "Some guys really do... I know for me it feels really good," he confessed to calm the overly anxious bull, as he felt Morse's powerful body wanting to buck him off. Declan settled his weight on top of the bovine, just enjoying the feeling around his aroused organ. "Relax... just relax... breathe deeply, let me pleasure you," Declan moaned awkwardly, the big horse knowing that Ricky was so much better at this than he was. "Once I finish... you can mount me... I promise," the Horse jock moaned. Holding the hip in one hand and watching his belly push the other male's tail around, as his other hand reaches down to grip that long red Bull dick.
"What... are you doing?" the bull moaned in shock and surprise, as the horse's hand gripped his throbbing member.
"It's called a reach around," he grunted breathlessly, gripping the pre-cum slickened shaft. Stroking it playfully, his bull buddy looked back at him in glassy eyed pleasure. "Oh yeah, yeah baby you've got a great ass for fuckin'!" Declan grunted softly.
"...I do?" Morse whimpered in growing pleasure, while Declan did things to him he'd never imagined possible.
Oh yeah, the red Bull was a really nice fuck... Declan thought as he started fucking even harder, drilling his dick deep into the tight virgin bovine butt. "Uhuuu Uhuuuu UHUUUUU," the sleek red bovine moaned louder and louder, as those rolling rut thrusts picked up speed. Each bone-jarring-thrust beating that male pleasure gland concealed within his broad round bull butt like a heavyweight boxer.
"It's true you're not a steer... but you really would make a great one." Declan moaned as his shaft slid back and forth, making a sissy moaning cow out of his teammate. While playing with his balls, and stroking the bull's aching dick, reminding him of his heavy bull-hood while pleasing it. He kneaded and massaged those tender bovine cummers, swiftly stroking that throbbing shaft he wanted to make the red bull spurt. And Declan did indeed want that... if only to prove his strength as a lover. Morse's body shook with the impact of his hips, as the horse started plunging increasingly harder and faster. While his fist kneaded and jerked on his Bull buddie's cock and balls roughly. Morse's glassy sex stunned eyes watched his big horse buddy fuck him, and knew he would be playing Declan's female anytime the stallion wanted it.
"MOOHOOO GODS! MOHOOOOO GODS!" the bull bellowed, as his body rocked back and forth from those lustful thrusts. His long red cock grinding against the silky smooth fabric of the bed sheets... leaving long wet smears of pre-cum. His arousal grew swiftly with each banging thrust, soon peaking as Declan leaned over him pounding savagely like the big horny drunken stud he was. "Uhuuuuuu fuck I," Morse tried to warn Declan, but then his hefty cock painted the bed sheets with frothy whitish seed... a million calves squirming and wiggling. The bull almost panicked as he realized he'd cum from getting pounded... He really was Declans mare now. The lustful horse grunted as he felt the Bull's insides ripple, he'd felt males get off as he'd nailed them, but this was a ride and a half. The red bull's tunnel rippled and squeezed his shaft, feeling those fat cummers convulsing against his own... he couldn't resist. With a breathless whinny, he felt his own balls jerk up, his meat painting the inside of Morse's ass with scalding hot spunk.
The handsome red bull lay there mouth wide open, eyes rolling wildly as his tailhole seemed to have a mind of its own. Winking and squeezing, doing everything it could to milk that fat horse cock inside of it, even as Morse panted and drooled slowly, as Declan's body draped across his own. Declan's form cradled in the arch of the bottom bull's back, as they lay there panting for breath. The stallion chewed on that floppy bovine ear, grunting breathlessly into it. Lewd dominant things, all about what a sweet tailhole the bottom bull had. Even while said hot cum bloated tailhole was filled to overflowing, seed dribbling down his taint and the back of that velvety sack. "Told ya we'd both get off sweetie steer," the horse taunted with a smirk as he lowered his muzzle to kiss the bull, just because he liked kissing other males. Mostly to display his total dominance, over the guy he'd just fucked. Morse didn't like being kissed by a male, but was feeling far too submissive from the mounting he'd just taken to resist it.
"That was fuckin' intense..." Morse moaned weakly, for the first time in his life understanding what was so appealing about surrendering one's male-hood. The two lay cuddling together, Declan's warm body draped over the bull's sweaty back, just caressing and snuggling, for a long while as the post orgasmic bliss slowly faded. "I wouldn't mind doing that a lot more." Morse confessed softly, as he still felt the horse flexing and throbbing inside of him.
"So do you wanna have a go... Or would you like me to just fuck you again?" Declan asked, looking down at the passive bovine, even as he watched his friend's body begin to shiver.
"Fuck me again!" Morse volunteered, his velvety tailhole clamping down tightly around the pulsing horse cock. Squeezing and milking it like a horny little heifer, as he looked passive and demure up at the smirking stallion on-top of him.
*****
After the argument with Andria, Jerome knew there was no point in going upstairs anytime soon. And so he slipped out the basement door into the back yard, slipping around the side of the house to his truck parked on the street. The draft horse started the engine, pulled out and drove away. Unsure of where to go, Adrian was out of town, and he didn't really want to be alone with Ricky. And since Andria knew the phone numbers and addresses of his work buddies... well with the exceptions of Bruce the old security guard and Abarfo. Of course he didn't know where the big buffalo lived, however, the older stallion, Bruce, had invited him to drop by sometime. And since his wife didn't know about his budding friendship with the older male, Jerome was pretty sure that it was safe to wait there until his wife cooled off.
The old security guard lived on the edge of town, not far away from the prison he had been a guard inside of for thirty years. The old house was kind of small and run down looking, it was plain Bruce had bought the house many years before. Now it was looking its age, but Bruce was as well. Parking on the quiet street in front of the house, Jerome climbed out of his truck and trotted up the stone walk to the front door. Strolling up to the green painted door, the big draft knocked firmly. It took a moment, until the door opened to reveal an equine standing in his loose fitting trousers and a plain white T-shirt. "Mr. Palmer... I... I wasn't expecting you to come by. Good to see ya tho'. would you like to come in?" The white muzzled older stallion invited, stepping aside as Jerome smiled up at him before going into Bruce's house.
"The wife and I are having a bit of a tiff," Jerome explained with a snort, as Brice closed the door behind him. "I just needed a place to lay low for a few hours, while she cools off."
"Haha, I understand that! Don't get me wrong... I loved my Nan but that mare could be really hard to live with. Why don't you come in and I'll introduce you to the guys," the grey snouted horse invited, guiding Jerome into the small living room of his house. An old folding table had been set up, and four other older males were sitting around it playing cards. "That's George the tiger there... Billy the wolf... Tad the rhino and that nasty little wolverine is called Turk."
"Nice to meet you all," Jerome grunted a bit uncomfortably, he'd not expected the older stud to have company. "I'm sorry Bruce... I didn't realise you had company." The fact was, Jerome had been thinking about spending some time playing naughty games with the older equine.
"Company. What, this lot? Naw, this bunch is more like; dependents. They live off the money I lose to them," Bruce snorted, making the others bust out snickering at his statement while smiling over at Jerome. "Anyway this is Mr... Errr, Jerome, a friend from my watchmen job."
"Good ta meet'cha Jerome," the older tiger greeted with a big friendly smile, as the big draft horse came into the room. "You play poker?" He asked, while taking a sip of beer, as the cards were slowly gathered up and pasted over to Turk.
"I've been known to play a hand or two," he grunted as the grinning wolverine pulled another chair over to the table beside him.
"Sit on down then... you can help me fleece these bulls," Turk invited as the big middle aged draft horse walked over and sat down, looking slightly confused by their words.
"Bulls?" Jerome asked, as he looked around the table at the other males who all chuckled good naturedly.
"That's just what filthy old con's... call us guards," Billy explained, watching Turk shuffle the cards carefully. "Ol' Turk there spent thirty six years on C block. What was it you got sent up for... knocking over a bank?"
"Armoured car," the wolverine explained with a smirk, as he began to deal out the cards. "Of course that is just what they got me for." He flashed Jerome a grin, and the big horse could tell the predator's teeth were false. "Knocked over plenty of banks back in the day," Turk snorted with a grin, as Bruce looked over at Jerome asking if he would like a beer.
"Ammm sure thing... that would be great," Jerome agreed with a wave, as the older horse trotted off to the kitchen.
"Yeah ol' Turk was a real hard case... a test case for pacification didn't work too well on him." Tad the rhino pointed out with a sneer, which explained why the wolverine's teeth and claws had been removed.
"Oh wow really? Did they... you know," Jerome paused, not wanting to just come right out and ask if Turk had been castrated.
"What... cut my nuts off?" The wolverine finished with a slow snicker, as he looked straight into Jerome's eyes. "Naw... wish they had... a guy with no teeth and claws in lock up... That got me in a lot of trouble, until I just rolled over for-," Turk paused, glancing around the table, as the other males looked shamefully down at their cards. Jerome suddenly got the idea why these old prison guards had invited one of the ex-cons to hang out with them. "Of course... I hear you've rolled over yerself for ol' Bruce," Turk snickered, as the older stallion came back into the room with a beer for Jerome. That made the old white muzzled stallion, sputter and grunt as he looked into Jerome's startled muzzle.
"Dammit Turk... that was uncalled for," Bruce snapped, as he handed the beer to the middle aged draft horse, who was blushing brightly now. "I'm sorry Mr. Palmer... Jerome, you know how it is when guys get together. We start to talk, you understand, I never thought someone would be such an ass as to say anything about it."
"What... I just thought as long as he was here, maybe you bunch could, ya know, give some other fur a go being yer bitch." The wolverine flashed Jerome a fake smile, as the big horse gulped down his beer. "These bulls invite me over every weekend, just so they can relive the good ol' days by fuckin' my mouth or tailhole." Turk glanced around at the others, smirking as he saw how embarrassed this was making them. "As long as I'm winning... I'm sitting here but as soon as I lose a hand. The winner takes me off into the back room for a bit... George likes the muzzle, Tad loves the tailhole, Bruce likes to pretend he's looking fer contraband by shoving his fist up my butt then maybe fuckin' me... and Billy likes to take a dickin' now that his dick don't work no more." Turk laughing, at the horrified look on the big wolf's muzzle.
"Hey! Yer promised you would never talk about that!" Billy whimpered in shame, even though it was fairly plain from the looks on his friends' muzzles that they all knew.
"Hahah... And you believed me? Damn you got dumb... I tell everyone I know that I'm dicking a limp dicked old bull in the ass now. Just too bad that wife of yours left... I'd have loved to have pounded that bitch, while you watched all helpless like... Hahaha! Damn she was hot back in the day, little Pete sold that picture you had of her. Us con's use ta pass it around and beat off to that pic all the time... all of us wishing' we could get her alone sometime." The others all burst out laughing, as the wolf blushed hard finishing his beer. "But that was a long time ago," Turk flashed Jerome another tight grin, as they all looked at their cards. "Reason I'm tellin' you all this... is I'm hoping you might be willin' to play by the same rules... You win good fer you... you lose ya go into the back room with the winner. Unless you got a better hand than me... then I go instead. Sound fair to you?" Jerome took a long drink, looking around at the other males around the table.
They were all interested in his answer, Bruce was looking kind of nervous and upset. But the other guards were clearly excited by the idea, setting his bottle down Jerome looked at his cards for a second. Glancing around at the gang of furs, noticing the look of embarrassment on Bruce's face. The leering lustful smirks on George and Tads snout, the openly admiring grin on Billy's lupine muzzle. The knowing look in Turk's eyes, the two of them sharing a lingering stare for a moment.
"Alright, I'm game," Jerome said, making the room erupt into chuckles as they all looked at their cards. Reaching over, Bruce lay a hand on his shoulder, flashing a happy little smile.
"You don't have to do anything... We can just play cards." The older male didn't want to ruin his friends with benefits relationship with the roan. The wolverine asked if anyone wanted to change cards, George taking two, while Tad asked for three. Billy took two, Bruce asked for four and Jerome said he didn't need any, while Turk took one.
"It's okay buddy... I think we're all going to enjoy this." Jerome turned his head, smiling at his buddy as he tossed a buck chip into the pot. The boasting and bluffing went on for a while, the pot raising to over fifty dollars or so. Finally they all laid out their cards... George had a pair of jacks, Tad garage, Billy had three kings while Bruce had missed an inside straight. "Hahah four deuces." Jerome laughed as he lay his cards down, flashing Turk a 'beat that grin' as the ex-con flipped his cards over.
"Straight flush," The wolverine smirked, everyone else at the table wincing as their old bitch just won first go on the new meat. "Looks like I'm going for a horsey ride," Turk gloated, he reached over and gripped Jerome's mane, tugging the big horse to his hooves. "Don't worry mare-boi... I don't bite... Anymore," The stout little wolverine took his false teeth out and laid them on the table top with a smirk.
"I'll play for Jerome while he's gone," Bruce grunted, as the ex-con led Jerome horse away.
"And I'll play for Turk... like always," Billy growled, sounding like the big bad wolf that all his friends knew he had never really been. The fact of the matter was, Billy had been Turks bitch ever since they'd first met twenty years before. That was the real reason the wolf's wife had left him; she had come home to find her husband with a wolverine up his tailhole. Of course it was also why Turk had turned a corner, becoming an honest and hard working citizen, all thanks to Billy's help and caring. The two of them still acted like they disliked each other, yet they were now living together in the wolf's old house.
"So here's how it works; the clothes come off once ya lose and don't go back on again until yer leaving the game. It's the same for me, so we will both be going back to the game naked. The others might put their underwear back on, but we're the bitches so we stay naked and ready," Turk explained as the two of them stripped off their clothing, Jerome shocked as he saw the size of the wolverine's erection.
"Fuckin' hell." The draft moaned, as he reached down to fondle that powerful male organ. As Turk chuckled lewdly at the horse's reaction. Jerome's cock was much bigger of course, still, the stout predator's organ was impressive. He glanced around, the bed had been set up in what had once been Bruce's dining room. One wall had a large opening looking into the kitchen, which the horse knew was so the others could take a peek at the action.
"Don't worry mare-boi... I've had a lot of experience pounding tailholes," Turk smacked his firm round equine ass-cheek with one small paw, while pushing him onto the big bed. "I still remember the first time," the wolverine grunted as he picked up the lube, climbing up behind Jerome who was on all fours on the bed. "I had just come of age... got into a bit of trouble. So the court had put me in this 'scared straight program'." Turk let out a short ugly laugh, as he gripped Jerome's tail, yanking it roughly to one side. "They put me... a young male barely of legal age in a cell with a nasty old lion. Things didn't work out like they figured... I pounded that pussy kitten's ass so hard he begged for mercy. First time I ever got off with anything but my paw... and I knew after that it sure as hell wouldn't be the last," the wolverine snickered, as he felt Jerome's tailhole open up, allowing him to push inside. "Oh yeah... butt raped me plenty of bitches after that. And then they pacified me, suddenly I couldn't manage the anger and aggression anymore. Suddenly it was me... getting my butt raped by every young punk that came along... Fuck yeah, that's a sweet hole!" Turk moaned as he speared deeper and deeper with every thrust, until his hard little nuts were smacking against Jerome's own.
"And then one night, I'm bein raped hard by my stag cell mate. And this big wolf comes in... drags him out... puts him in the hole. So I'm thinkin'... good, finally gunna get a good night's sleep. When who comes sneakin' into my cell... that big wolf and he's lookin' all weird and confused. I figure 'great I'm gunna get my ass knotted' only this big mean as fuck bull... aint no alpha. Before I know it he's lickin' my junk... getting' me all hard for the first time since the pacification. There I am on top of him... slamming' MY dick up HIS ass just like I'm doin' to you now. He's whining, whimpering and moaning. I owned that ass, I knew that he was my bitch from then on," the wolverine laughed crudely, as he gripped Jerome's balls, tugging on them roughly as he rode that velvety tailhole. "That picture of his wife in a bikini wasn't stolen... I made him give it to me. Told him I was going to trade it to the other con's, so they could jack off thinking about fuckin' that pretty bitch. Oh he whined like a little puppy, but he did as I told him just like a good bitch. Later on I started selling his muzzle and ass to other inmates, took me a long time to figure out he only did that for me." Turk moaned breathlessly into the big horse's ear as he pounded away lustfully, lost in the memories of his past with Billy.
"Anyway, word gets around, some of his buddies started getting the idea he was bitchin' for me. It wouldn't have gone well for him, hell, I'd have lost my bitch." Turk moaned, glancing up to see the others watching the action from the kitchen. "So I let him claim to his buddies... I was being the bitch for him in exchange for his protection. I even played the bitch for all of them... which is why I'm still hanging out with them like this." Turk was grunting into Jerome's ear now, between gasping for breaths as he humped furiously. "They still treat me the same, and I get plenty of money from them. None of them have caught me cheatin', con's would have spotted me dealin' from the bottom of the deck right off. To be honest, it ain't so bad... being fucked even if it is by a bunch of bulls." Turk laughed at that, thrusting faster and faster as his pleasure was getting close to reaching its peak. "But then you know that... ol' Brucie has been tellin' us all about him findin' you turned out by that buffalo con. Talkin' about how he's been fuckin' you... playing his little ass bustin' fistin' games. Damn you'd have been fun to have as a cellmate, would've ended up just like this. With my dick up yer sissy boi-pussy, while you whinnied and squealed like the sweet little mare-boi you plainly are!" he slammed home savagely a few more times, before he let out a loud grunt of pleasure. Jerome felt the warmth within his tailhole, as the wolverine's throbbing cock erupted within him. "Your gunna be here every poker night and it's gunna be a poke you night. Yer gunna lose almost every game... because you're our new bitch," Turk growled into the passive stallion's ear, as they lay cuddled together in that afterglow of sexy. "And when Billy wins you are going to treat him really nice... fuck him nice and hard to make him cum. You feel me?"
"Yes... yes I feel you." The roan moaned, as he felt Turk climb off his back.
"Good," the wolverine snickered, smacking Jerome's wide ass-cheeks hard as he stood up. Jerome rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment, gulping for breath as he looked Turks stout body over for a moment. The little ex-con moved over to stand in front of him, gesturing down to his half erect male organ. "Suck that clean mare-boi," he ordered, chuckling lewdly, as he watched Jerome do as he was told passively. "Good bitch," he patted the bigger male's head condescendingly, as the two staggered back out into the main room. "So how's the game goin'?" Turk asked with a grin, as George stood up grinning widely.
"I won this hand," the tiger announced as he strolled around the table, putting an arm around Jerome's shoulders. "And Jerome here lost." The striped feline flashed the others a smile, as he guided the draft horse right back into the other room.
"I don't think Jerome feels like he lost!" Turk observed with a snicker, as the cards were dealt once again.
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