Birthday Boy
Birthday Boy
By Bunny Hops
http://www.furaffinity.net/user/bunnyhops/
http://bunny-hops.sofurry.com/
Players:
Chester: 18 year old male bay colored American Quarter Horse (Equus ferus caballus) 6'4" 175 lbs
Jacob: 54 year old male gray wolf (Canis lupus) 5'10" 245 lbs
Randy: 32 year old male red fox (Vulpes vulpes) 5'9" 170 lbs
Philip: 27 year old male brown bear (Ursus arctos) 6'1" 205 lbs
Maki: 19 year old male ring-tailed lemur (Lemur catta) 5'4" 105 lbs
Pisky: 21 year old female fallow deer (Dama dama) 5'5" 130 lbs
Simi Valley, CA
Summer 2010
Chester walked sheepishly through the open front door of the Simi Valley mansion, nervously fondling the application he brought with him. Set up near the front of the house was a little office desk with an older heavyset wolf halfheartedly signing some papers. Large windows with thin drapes covering them allowed the house to be lit up gloriously with white, natural light.
Chester cleared his throat.
"Huh?" the wolf looked up from his papers, "Oh, you must be the birthday boy, right? This set could use a young bucking stallion like yourself, or at least I would assume. Your brother put in quite a good word for you. It's too bad I could never get him to agree to appear on film, though."
Chester's brother worked himself through film school by shooting these, um, art films during the weekends and in the summer. Ever since he walked in on Chester in the midst of a very intimate personal moment he had made the remark that he was made for porn. Pretty soon he came to accept the idea, planning to use his natural skills as a way to pay for college. For the past couple of years he had even practiced with tapered toys and some, shall we say pointers from his brother.
He would have started much earlier--and the studio would have been happy to have him--if he didn't have to wait until his eighteenth birthday. At least that day has finally come.
Chester handed over his application to the director without word. Although he had fantasized about this day for years, he still didn't know what to expect. His brother couldn't even get him into the place as a spectator because of his age. Silly laws aimed to save the "decency" of youth.
"These all appear to be in order, er, Chester," the wolf stood up and offered his paw which the horse shook. "The name's Jacob, and, among other things, I will be directing your performance here today. As you can see, I don't join in on camera," Jacob slapped his sagging gut, "but I do like my job nonetheless. Hell, we might even get to know each other off camera sometime."
The wolf opened a drawer and took out a couple of canister, knocking out a pill from each into his paw, "Here, take these."
"Okay," Chester spoke at a little more than a whisper as he took the pill. "What do they do?"
"One will keep you hard; the other will keep you spouting like a fucking fountain. Modern chemistry: a goddamn miracle if you asked me. No more need for fluffers: all these guys are rearing and ready to go all fucking day long. Now, if you would kindly get undressed and meet me and the actors in that room over there to the left so we could begin."
The horse undressed in the hall as soon as the wolf was gone. It was strange, but even knowing he would be fucking for money in front of Jacob, he felt odd stripping down in front of him. Being nervous and likewise irrational the thought didn't enter his mind until after he skirted into a side room and disrobed.
When he finally wandered through the large, high ceilinged halls into the room he was pointed to it was filled with naked bodies. Even though his pills hadn't kicked in, yet, the sight of erect guys seemed to quicken the process. There was a bear in his late twenties to early thirties taking up the girth of the asparagus green couch, both arms across the back of the seats in a very relaxed position. A red fox about the same age as the bear was talking with a much younger lemur boy. The lone female in the room--a spotted deer, also nude as the day she was born--was drinking some water and speaking with Jacob.
"Well looky here," the bear boomed out with a deep, gravelly voice, "young blood. The youngest we can get here, too. Say, what a sight that would be once those happy fun pills kick in. You're a skinny kid, but once we get filming furs'll only be looking at your...er...skinny."
The bear chuckled at his own joke while the rest of the actors turned to look at Chester.
The bear laughed again, "Either the pills are kicking in, or he's liking what he sees: I can see some peaking going on!"
Chester looked down and for the first time noticed the tingling, tickling sensation emanating from his crotch. Sure enough he was starting to slip out of his sheath.
"C'mere, kid," the bear patted the seat of the couch, "Let ol' Philip get that thing to movie star height."
"Philip here loves his horses," the fox stated to Chester. Turning to the bear, "You be easy on the new kid, will you?"
"Oh, I'll be as gentle as he wants me to be."
Chester hesitated before closing the distance and sitting his naked butt on the couch, positioning his elegant black tail over by the armrest so it wouldn't get in the way. Sure, he was nervous, feeling awkward and on the spot, but this is what he had wanted for so many years. Lord knows he spent countless hours watching and fapping to the material, he might as well be in some. Hell, after this he could begin jacking it to his own image, wouldn't that be something?
As for this whole bit with the bear, Chester found that one of the easiest way to strip away inhibitions was to ramp up the horny meter all the way to the top. He looked at Philip who smiled, then smiled wider as he stared at the horse's lap. If there's one thing they don't have to worry about in this business it's sexual harassment lawsuits.
"Hop to it, boys," the deer said in a smooth, sweet voice, "give us a pregame show."
"Get hard, but don't blow your wad just yet, Chester," Jacob cut in, "at least not until the film starts rolling."
"You act like I've never done this before," Philip said into the ether as he stared doe-eyed up and down the length of the horse. "Just relax yourself and let me do my magic."
A combination of the pills and the excitement over the whole ordeal made Chester slip farther out of his sheath, making his cock hang out limply like an up-stretched uncooked bratwurst. The bear twisted his heavy body and leaned in to Chester's chest. One of Philip's arms went around to the horse's long neck, the other loosely took the underside of the growing dangler. The bear slicked his tongue out to let it fondle the horse's bare nipple on his flat chest. He began slowly stroking the one-eyed snake, each pass making the sausage grow closer to becoming the flattering iron rod the horse's brother had told Jacob about.
Chester closed his eyes and let his head loll back to be held by the bear's arm. The horse couldn't see it, but he could feel his cock had gotten fully erect; he knew if fun stick well.
"Okay, that's enough of that," the wolf shouted into the room, getting Chester to open his eyes and lean forward. "Let's get into position and get the tapes rolling, it's time to make some money, furs."
"That's our Jacob," Philip said letting go of the horse and standing up with his dick sticking straight out into the room, "always caring first about the bottom line."
"What, don't'cha like money? I can cut you off the payroll and let you fuck anyone who lets you on your own time if you want."
The bear laughed, "Point taken. Where do you need me first?"
"Okay, here it is," Jacob looked at his clipboard, "We'll start it out with Pisky on all fours on the couch with Chester getting his knob polished and Maki taking up the rear. I'll give instructions from there. Now: places!"
The deer--presumably Pisky--walked over to the couch as Chester repositioned his butt on the arm rest so his tail bushed out over the side while his knees pushed into the soft green cushions. His stiffy was sticking out into the seating area of the couch. The deer wiggled her brow at the horse and licked her mouth slowly with the tip of her tongue. She assumed the position on the couch, face inches away from Chester's mighty member, eyes staring up past the flat head of his penis, waiting for filming to begin.
The short, young, slender lemur, Maki, strolled up to the other side of the couch and leaned into the armrest with his thighs. He grabbed hold of Pisky's hips and pointed his cock in the direction of her cooch.
"Hit the lights, ready the camera, start rolling," Jacob said as he slipped into a kitchen chair behind the cameras. "Action."
The lemur pulled the deer so he could slip into her wet slot. Once he got her in the right spot, he began his rhythmic motions. Pisky began moaning immediately as she grabbed the base of Chester's cock and licked up the underside. She didn't dive in straight away, instead she kept fondling around the base and balls. Chester let out some closed mouth, guttural groans and placed his hand on the top of the deer's head between her ears.
She took the cue and, with a little bit of effort, wrangled Chester's black speckled meat stick in her mouth. She moved his hand higher up the shaft by her mouth as she bobbed up and down it with upturned eyes. Chester cranked his head back and let out a groan as he began stroking his pipe.
At Pisky's rear, Maki began slapping the deer's round, firm ass, the sound undulating around the room. He did it again, rubbing the area with his paw right after. Chester never understood this aspect of porn, but if it was in all the films than more than just a few people got off on it, so he guessed it was okay.
"Change positions," Jacob declared seemingly on a whim. "Get oriented so we can get Philip in there as well."
The lemur pulled out of the deer so she could twist around. She let go of Chester's li'l guy and sat on the couch with her legs out regularly, but her back on the seat. She cocked her head to the side while staring into Chester's eyes, beckoning him over. He straddled over her perky breasts and she pulled him up higher, so the warm, thick man meat rested on her forehead while she had the large round orbs of the horse's balls.
Maki straddled the deer behind Chester, pushing him forward with a gentle touch to the back so he could get a good entrance into the horse's brown eye. Chester had never actually been penetrated by real flesh and blood. He had taken toys as large as himself in the ass--with much lube--but the idea of the lemur in him still made him nervous. Chester swallowed hard and let out a breath trying to calm him down and slow his heartbeat. He didn't want to mess this up at all, for his education's sake as well as the reputation of his brother.
"My time to shine," Philip boomed as he arranged himself behind the lemur, knocking his incredibly long and ridiculously bushy tail out of the way. The big gutted bear lifted the deer's legs up by the knees and stepped into the gully. His gut pressed into Maki's back, who wrapped his tail around the bear's back.
"Action!"
Pisky was good at her job and waited until Maki slipped into Chester before she began suckling his balls. The horse thought being taken in the rear would have been painful, or at least uncomfortable, but the lemur entered like a charm. His soft, warm rod rubbed his insides, massaging his prostate with more skill and pleasure than he had ever given himself with silicone gel. Pisky licking and nipping at his scrotum wasn't really doing much for him, but he did love the gentle massage of his spongy underside on the top of the deer's head.
Chester hadn't been paying much attention, but before he knew it, the fox was standing in front of him alone the backside of the couch, positioned so his face was mere centimeter's from Chester's torpedo, slick with pre. The fox gave a wink and lick before shutting his eyes and diving in.
The red fox had to have been the oldest fur in this shoot--besides the director and one or two of the lighting crew--but he was still cute as all get out. He easily had ten years on Chester, but all the years amounted more to experience than to a failing of beauty. The horse could easily see himself taking--or being taken--by the wonderfully horny fox.
In fact, Chester had beaten his meat more than a few times watching the fox do his work on film. His name was Randy and he could look sexy and satisfied in any position the director chose for him. Even now, with his maw full of horse meat, lips stretched to the limit, he looked like he was fully enjoying himself. The rate at which he was stroking his own meat was also an indication of how much fun he was having. The one thing over anything else that Chester loved about Randy was all of his piercings; besides a brow ring and both of his nipples pierced, the fox had three rings of increasing size riding up his sack and a Prince Albert threading his dickhole.
Chester couldn't see it from the angle he was at, but Philip was going balls deep into Pisky's ass, his gut ridding into Maki's slender young ass with each thrust. So not to make the scene look as awkward as it really was, the lemur matched cadence with the bear, allowing the warm squishy gut dictate how he went in and out of the horse. The lemur and bear moving as one made it appear as if they were connected.
Underneath the horse's pole he could hear Pisky moaning sensually with a mouthful of his balls. She was using one hand for stability, but the other one had found its way to massage the engorged fleshy taint between his balls and anus. Now there was a pleasure Chester hadn't known before. Sure, he's played around with his taint on occasion, but never really found it as exciting as some of his friends did. Mainly, he just pushed hard into his taint before cumming to keep the jizz from expelling and his orgasm from ending.
"Okay," Jacob cut in once again. "We're going to break into groups now. I want Randy, Philip and the new kid on the fancy rug over there. Pisky and Maki, stay tuned."
The whole ensemble detached with an ease that only came from years of practice. Maki had a little difficulty and stumbled his ass onto the deer's snatch, but quickly recovered. The lemur couldn't have been much older than Chester himself, so it wasn't out of question that he could use a few more years practice before deconstructing the love structure as easily as everyone else.
"This whole thing is moving pretty fast, don't you think," Chester intoned.
"Kid," Jacob said with a slight tilt of his head as the players moved into position, "real life isn't like the movies. We'll get everything in editing, don't you worry. Just stay hard and enjoy the ride."
"Did you really think those guys could ride like that for twenty minutes straight?" Pisky inquired with her feathery voice. "In my history, a novice with blow his load at one look of these," she popped out her tits and bounced them lightly with her paws, "and pass out when they catch a glimpse of this," she plucked her clit with a smile.
"Enough chitchat," the director called, "more hit-that. Let's get French, here. Philip get's the rear, Randy the front, and Chester bridges that gap. Let's hop to it, furs."
Chester felt his nerves coming back as he got on his hands and knees on the rug, his moneymaker at full excitement rubbing at his belly and yearning to stretch up to his flat chest. He looked up when a paw patted his head and stared into that sexy red fox's Prince Albert sticking out from underneath the slightly rounded gut. The piercing had pre making it glisten in the stage lighting. Randy cupped the horses chin with an index finger and thumb, causing him to look up at the fox's smiling muzzle.
Just when he was going to open his mouth to speak to Randy, a warm wetness at his rear shocked him. He turned his thick horse neck around to see the big bear nose deep under Chester's silken tail. Getting into the moment, Chester let out a loud moan as Philip slid his tongue into the tailhole. It wasn't wide or long enough to warrant such an outburst, but the way the bear rolled it around the brown pucker made a glob of pre drip from his mighty meat and onto the rug. He noticed a cameraman swing up beside him to get a good shot of the bodily fluid.
Randy was tired of waiting and pressed his sharp tapered fox dick up to Chester's lips. He complied with glee and accepted the warm bald rod. The hard metal really juxtaposed the soft flesh and Chester found himself playing with the piercing with his tongue. He could see now why furs would have such a piece of jewelry.
Behind him the bear let his tongue pull out and stood up. He grabbed the horse by the thighs and lined himself up for the entry. Before he went in, he slapped Chester's ass hard, rubbed the area, and slapped again. He leaned his gut into the horses back, effectively resting it and he rocked his hips forward to penetrate the horse with his member. Like Maki, he wasn't really that big--as compared to equine members and fun toys--but the bear cock was definitely not deficient in the girth area. It wasn't a chode, but it was thick and plump, stretching the sphincter like a good cock should.
While Philip rocked his cock in and out with deep, gravely moans, Chester concentrated on slurping at the fox's cock. The horse admired the meat in his mouth; it was a nice penis at that. Slightly veiny, but smooth. Chester could roll his lips over the hard bumps that would expand just before orgasm and create the knot. He groaned with a closed mouth and upturned eyes. He wanted to start whaling on his own rod, but he didn't want to lose balance at this point.
Philip suddenly reached a paw underneath the horse and grabbed his large round balls and gave them a squeeze. Chester let out a little yelp as drool slipped from his mouth and down the fox's leg.
"This is good, this is good," the wolf director said to the room. "Randy, you ready to blow?"
"Just give me the go and I'll cum for you, like always."
"Pop it, then. Let's get our first moneyshot of the shoot, then get some fresh meat in that pile."
A camera man moved in close as the red fox's paw took hold of Chester's chin, putting pressure on the cheeks so he would pucker his mouth. He slipped his brilliant red cock out of the horse' mouth and smiled. Without saying a word Randy began stroking himself with purpose in front of Chester's eyes, keeping the tip trained on his big nostrils. He let out a few groans and pants that anyone who watches porn on a regular basis would know was manufactured, but it still intrigued Chester in that special sort of way.
Chester's was too busy staring at Randy's pierced dickhole to pay any attention to the bear going to town at his rear. Randy let out a yelping groan as his knees bent in a half buckle. A small dab of jizz trickled to the ground just before a big glob cascaded from the hole across Chester's nose and up to his eyes. The second wave went straight onto the horse's outstretched tongue to enjoy the musky, salty, bodily goop. A few more sputtering bursts sufficiently covered Chester's face to the point where it was dripping nicely to the floor. He looked up and smiled at Randy as he turned and walked away, cocking his plump ass back and forth to sway his tail sexily.
Only now did he again notice Philip going balls deep into his rear.
"Get the cameras over here," the bear rumbled, "I'm about to paint his brown door white."
"Spray his back, Philip," Jacob directed.
At that, the bear pulled out Chester with a little wet pop. Chester waved his hair back and swished his tail as he cocked his head around to see the big plump brown bear position his between the horse's ass cheeks so his cock pointed up in the air at the side of Chester's tail. He continued his thrusts up the horse's rear. Chester enjoyed the feeling of the bear's spongy undercock rubbing up and down his back.
Before he could think anymore about it, Philip pulled Chester's thighs tight up against him and let out a squeal. From the horse's vantage point he couldn't see much, but he felt the warm seed land on his back in a long stretching streak. He felt more dribble down his rear as the bear ground his hips into the horse with hard quick movements. Philip let out a deep exhale, slapped Chester's rear three times, and walked away.
"Great shots, furs, great shots," Jacob announced. "Now, let's get that birthday boy on his back and Pisky ridding that pole. Maki, sit on his face, will you?"
Chester wiped some of the sticky from his face and rolled happily onto his back. The jizz bonded his backfur to the rug in a sensation entirely new to the horse. He was glad someone was finally going to take care of his aching pole; in all his fantasies he didn't think it would have been a girl, though.
Chester's knees were up in the air, which made a nice seat for the slender deer. The horse put his hands behind his head to personify relaxation as Pisky leaned over and took hold of the horse's stiffy. She flashed him a sexy doe-eyed smile and slide off his knees in an effortless flow, using her position to guide him into her.
"I don't say this to most guys," she breathed, closing her eyes and sliding down his pole, "but watching you made me chubby."
Her pink taco was warm and wet, allowing her to slide smoothly down to his balls. She raked her arm behind her head casting her elbow to the sky as she let out a squeal and flipped her head back. Her perky tits jiggled as she pulled herself up again with her legs.
Without warning, a pair of naked legs topped with a couple of balls straddled Chester's view; he felt the long fluffy tail curl at his side.
"You can't have all the fun," Maki cooed as he lower his chocolate hole over the horse's mouth. "Don't worry, this is what showbiz is all about, baby."
Chester took on some of the ringtail's weight by holding him at his lean hips as his nose positioned just north of Maki's tailhole. The horse slipped his tongue out of his mouth to gently slide and skim around the lemur's brown pucker.
"Don't be shy, big guy, get that thing in there."
Finally getting into his grove, Chester happily complied and stretched his tongue through the resistance. Chester could swear he felt Maki shiver delightfully upon penetration.
Chester couldn't see it, but he could feel Maki and Pisky leaning into each other. The two were interlocked, kissing and biting and fondling each other greedily as Chester lounged underneath. As the deer lowered herself down again, the horse felt some silky cream ooze out of her and dribble down the side of his hip. He let the warmth run through him and transplanted it to Maki with a sloppy kiss to the bald wrinkled tailhole.
Chester pulled at Maki's hips, causing the ringtail to slip back and line up the horse's mouth with his sack. The horse nudged his head forward to rub his nose in the pliable scrotum skin. He rolled one testicle with his nose before twisting his face to bob the other.
As Pisky slipped down again Chester felt the yearning swirling within. He gripped Maki tight and let out a long, deep exhale. He couldn't help but follow the deer with his hips as she pulled herself up.
"Mmm," the deer hummed, "big guy's gonna blow."
"Good," Jacob boomed, "stay on it!"
Chester didn't know if he was addressing Pisky or the camerafur, and frankly he couldn't care less at this point. He knocked his knees together, rubbing them slightly at the deer's back. He body couldn't decide whether to stretch out or curl up, but attempted to do both at the same time. His loins ached and his muscles began to tighten. He had been practicing kegels for years, so he could hold on to his explosion for a while now, but it was different being deep inside someone than it was with his paw in hand. Pisky was so much silkier, rippled, and tighter than Chester's brother's mouth ever was, as well.
Chester tapped his teeth together and let out an exited scream to the underside of Maki's sack. He lifted his feet off the ground and pressed his knees hard into Pisky's back. His body recoiled, snapping back like a busted spring. He pushed Maki and Pisky closer together; they didn't mind.
When he felt himself dribbling forth from his tip, he let loose. A groaning exhale accompanied his orgasmic release into the deer. He kept curling his body as his muscles pulled tighter with each spastic explosion. He could feel his goopy seed spilling out of Pisky's snatch and dribbling down his sides.
Just when his body threatened to completely seize up on him, a relaxation rushed over him and he collapsed. His legs stretched out and he let his arms drop to his side, causing Maki to momentarily squish his ass onto Chester's eyes.
Chester let out an "Oh God," as Pisky seamlessly lifted herself up and off of the horse's third leg. The flaccating penis--goopy, white, and slick with his own cum--flopped to the side when finally released. A slug of jizz plopped out of the deer as well, adding to the mess on Chester.
Maki stood up as well, swishing his long ringed tail across the horse's face as the he lead the deer over to the green couch.
Chester smiled a toothy grin and propped himself up on his elbows, letting his wavy hair fall in his face. As sobriety from his release quickly came over him, the horse remembered the situation he was in. This was a business and he had to make sure he didn't interfere with Pisky and Maki's shot. The horse made sure the cost was clear before he got up--all the jizz dripping cooling wet streaks down his lower body--and headed through the side door, making sure he avoiding getting in the camera-furs' way.
As he passed by, Jacob put a paw over his face to make sure his voice didn't get picked up on the boom mic and said, "You can clean up in the shower next to my little office. Stay in there, though, I want to go over some things with you."
Chester did as he was told and hit the shower. He hadn't seen Philip or Randy and assumed they had already gone into a different shower and cleaned up themselves. Who knew how many showers there were in this place--and whether or not those two showered together after a shoot. In the end, did it really matter? They did just finish fucking together, so a little shower together was nothing.
As Chester was pulling up his jeans--still sans shirt--Jacob walked in.
"Don't get fancy on my account," he said with a hungry-wolf smile, "make yourself comfortable. You did good out there, especially for a first time 'round. How much you getting outside the show, if you don't mind me asking?"
Chester was at first taken back by the question, but, then again, he just had sex on film in front of this wolf so privacy was already gone, "Um...not much."
"That's a shame, a real shame," Jacob closed the distance between them. "You know, your brother knew how to keep a job. Did you know how he did that?"
"No," Chester said plainly.
"Let me show you," the wolf crackled out a miniature growl as he went back to the door and kicked it slowly shut. Chester wasn't sure, but the growl sounded hungry.
Jacob came back to Chester and stood chest to chest with him, with the wolf's gut pressing into the horse's stomach. Even through the linger smell of semen, Chester could detect the stale breath between Jacob's sharp teeth. The wolf slide a paw to Chester's zipper and slide it down without taking his gaze from the horse.
"Interested?"
Chester didn't know what to do, so he just stood there as his nerves kicked in again. Is this really what his brother did, or was the wolf having him on? Chester couldn't be sure his brother would have mentioned something like this, but then again a hint would have been nice as he went into this business.
"I have the power to get you into better parts: better paying parts, with more comfort and more fun. I can get you in contact with other directors and famous actors. Work with me, and I'll work with you," Jacob let Chester's jeans flop to the floor and patted his underweared butt.
"What did you have in mind?"
Jacob turned the horse around and Chester didn't fight it. Putting pressure on his back, Jacob lead Chester to bend at the waist and brace himself on the little office desk in the center of the oblong room. With force, the old doggie grabbed Chester's boxers with two firm paws and tore it to his ankles.
"Feel that," Jacob said as he pressed the bulge in his pants up against Chester's ass. "I've had that since first setting eyes on your stiff. As long as I've been in this industry it takes a special something to get me hard, and you've got it, kid. You've got it."
Chester's heart was slamming against his chest as he spoke, "What can I do?"
Chester heard Jacob let out a toothy growl as he let up his hips off of the horse's ass, then he heard the pants unzip. Chester tipped his head to the side to take a look at the wolf to his rear. Jacob's paw dug around inside his fly, pulling out his hard knotted cock, the tip of which was already shining with pre in the low light.
Without so much as a word--and without further dropping his pants--the wolf slammed hard into Chester's sphincter, easily breaking the seal and causing the horse to lose his grip and slide forward onto the desk. He gritted his teeth and dug into the desktop as Jacob gave another thrust of his hips.
Jacob didn't feign any sort of romance to the situation, just kept rolling his hips, slamming his hard dick faster and further into Chester's tight tailhole. The horse closed his eyes as the wolf moaned out, "Yea, Yea. Fuck, yea."
Chester knew the most logical thing to do was try and enjoy himself. It wasn't that bad, really. Jacob was so aroused by him that he couldn't control himself. It was compliment, really. Right?
The horse pushed his ass into the thrusts, causing the thick wolf dick to stretch his ass more and more. Jacob reached around a paw to cup Chester's warm, thick sheath, digging his fingers into the squishy flesh. The wolf slid a finger to penetrate the opening.
Chester unconsciously flinched as a claw poked at his hidden dick, but recovered quickly by letting out a deep moan, "Oh, fuck. Fuck yea."
"You like that, don't you, kid?" Jacob used his free paw to press hard on Chester's slender back, forcing his chest into the desk as the wolf rammed his cock into the horse's tailhole. With each successive thrust, the wolf massaged at the horse's cock, slowly coxing it from hiding despite Chester's lack of comfort with the whole situation.
"Oh, oh, fuck, baby," Jacob growled as his knot grew suddenly around Chester's tight anus: a surefire sign that the wolf was about to blow his load.
Jacob pulled out as he told Chester to turn around through panted breaths. Chester did as he was told and stood upright half a meter from his bosses open maw. Chester was a good half foot taller than Jacob, but did his best to meet his gaze without seemingly looking down on him.
"Down, kid. Get down and get that cock in your mouth," Jacob said as he pushed down on the horse's shoulders; Chester didn't resist.
Jacob's cock was the typical dog-dick-red he'd come to recognize through countless hours of watching porn on his laptop, but it also had a little splotch of black on the side of it that disappeared into the fur. Chester popped the button of the pants and pulled them down with his boxers in one go. Jacob's cock bobbed up and down briefly as it got caught on the elastic band of the boxers, but the wolf paid no mind.
Chester rubbed the side of the dick across his cheek, leaving some of the pre in his fur. He slowly moved his mouth to it, stealing an upward gaze as he let it penetrate his mouth. Jacob was staring down at him, large tongue hanging out, with a vacancy in his eyes. Chester knew that wolf was horny beyond all recognition.
As the horse wrapped his lips around the cock and slid his head toward Jacob's furry base, the wolf reached down and grabbed hold of the horse's mane, right between his ears, and started thrusting with reckless abandon. Jacob had a nice large dick for a wolf, but Chester and his brother had been fooling around for years and no wolf dick can compare to horse cock. Chester also had a nice long face with plenty of room for Jacob to thrust into without causing him to chock.
Chester went with it and wrapped his arms around Jacob's waist, digging his fingers into his bare furry ass. The wolf tightened his grip, pulling at the horse's mane by their roots. His other paw grabbed onto an ear, making it easier to push the horse's head into his throbbing cock.
"I'm...I'm going to cum. I'm going to cuuuuum," Jacob groaned through clenched teeth.
He pulled hard on Chester's head, ramming his dick as far down as he could as his whole body tensed in orgasm. He spurted a thick goop of warm spooge into Chester's mouth, who used his tongue to milk at the hard rod. He let out a few "mmm's" as the wolf's ejaculation sputtered to an end, making sure to swallow most of it. When the wolf finally started breathing again he released his grip and allowed Chester to slide back. The horse let a sting of cum linger between his lips and the tapered canine dick until Jacob bent down and pulled up his own pants. His knot was fully engaged, so he was still as hard as ever, but it was evident his horniness had subsided.
"Stand up, kid," Jacob said, motioning for the horse to get on his feet. "Now there's a sight."
Chester stood in front of the desk with his semi-erect dick hanging out of his sheath in an upward arc. He was a little embarrassed to be hanging out in the open like that, and his body language portrayed that.
"Don't be shy, kid," Jacob said as he produced a professional-grade digital camera from off a shelf and took a shot of Chester with a flash. "Smile for me, baby."
Chester smiled and struck a pose. He had a feeling he was going to enjoy his summer job--maybe even enough to make it his career.