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The hammer drops from my hand. The twanging of the fence wire stopped. "Fuck!" I shout, bringing the red streak on my finger to my mouth. I was clumsy, and I let the little shard of metal sticking out of the fence staple cut my finger. "Fuck!" I swear again, inspecting the wound. It wasn't nearly the worst wound I've gotten, but I don't want an infection, and my hands are going to get dirty - and probably worse - by the end of today.

"Should have brought a plaster," I mutter, looking at my quad bike. I weigh up my options. There's keep working, hoping it scabs over quick and with my luck getting an infection that makes my hand swell up. Or, I can hop on my bike and ride it home, which is fast but it means fucking with the trailer loaded with most of the fencing stuff and having Dad bitch at me for wasting petrol. Or, I can walk home, and have him bitch at me for wasting time.

Giving a grunt, I pick up the hammer, tossing the hammer on to the back of the bike before walking home. I figure if I'm going to get yelled at for looking myself, I might as well get some of my exercise for the day in while I do. Save some time for later. I can grab some lunch while I'm there, leave a note for Dad - and Mum if she gets home before lunchtime - and just make up any lost time working when they're having lunch and the afternoon nap that Dad tends to take afterwards. At least the fat fuck can't yell at me for wasting time or petrol, and I can avoid any painful infections. As I go, I kick a stone that's somehow find its way into the grass; Dad'll probably get at me anyway.

He's just be on my case anyway. It's not fair: he's the one who needs me to help him, meaning I have to do my courses in the evening and by then I'm too tired to do anything else. I rarely get to see my friends, even less on Friday night when everyone else is partying and hooking up. At this rate, I'm not going to have to come out to my parents.

"Maybe he found out?" I wonder, swearing again. I'm pretty sure I'm careful about it. All my porn is on my phone, which is on me all the time. I do have a couple of sex toys, and some lube, but I've also got a whole farm to hide things on, and I'm pretty sure nobody's found my secret place.

They may just suspect: I don't talk about girls a lot - I wouldn't know how to - but I'm not stupid and I don't talk about boys either. I like staying in shape, and I'm pretty fit; but I work on a farm, and I do have an interest in sports. Sure, that's just to get an excuse to ogle fit guys, but it's the only way I can put their posters up in my room. I'm pretty sure I pass as straight.

The house isn't that far away, and I'm used to walking, so it's not long after I leave the bike that I'm skirting around the back of the house. I can go in the back door, but I want to go out to the front so I can check the garage. Mum's car's still gone, and so's Dad's bike - that's a relief - so I keep heading around to the front door. The kitchen's through there, and that's where all the first aid stuff is kept.

I'm not really paying attention, so when I realise I'm not alone, my heart tries to leap out of my chest as my breath all comes out in a sigh that I'm pretty sure is too loud. Someone's by the front door, leaning against one of the posts holding up the porch roof.

My eyes open wide. I've got a nagging suspicion buzzing in my head that I should recognise this guy. I wonder if I've got a poster of him up on my wall: he's certainly pretty young and handsome to be a football player, but I'm more distracted by his body.

His toned arms rest behind his head, a dirty leather wallet poking up from his tightened hands. They're bare all the way down to his shoulder, a mixture of dark and light hairs peppering the otherwise smooth, slightly vein-lined skin that looks to have tanned nicely. At the shoulder, the two straps keep his singlet on him. The sweaty singlet fits him very snugly; I get a good impression of nicely-defined chest muscles: his pectorals are distorted because of the position of his arms, but I can tell they're nice and firm, strong without being overly large. I can see a rough outline of his abdomen. Now I can't help myself, my eyes settling on the bulge between his firm, hairy legs. They glisten with sweat as they poke out of his short running shorts. He's strong, but lean; definitely a runner's body.

His head tilts up, eyes looking at me with excitement and hunger. Suddenly, I remember where I've seen him before. He's the guy I nearly ran over when he was running up the road this morning when I went to get the mail. "What's he doing here?" I wonder. Surely he finished his run hours ago.

When he spots me, he slithers upright, the hand holding the wallet moving into a wave. "Oh, hey! Sorry, I tried knocking, but nobody answered." He smiles; it sends a warm tingling feeling running through my body. I can feel his eyes sizing me up; the same way I was doing to him earlier, so I can't really complain. Apart from one thing: I really hope he's not noticing how I'm getting hard from looking at him.

"I don't think anyone else is in," I answer, my voice coming out a lot more breathy and higher than normally as I get closer to him. He's magnetic: I can't help but want to get closer to him, but paradoxically I'm also too embarrassed, worried that he'll notice my cock. I add, "My Dad's out on the farm, and Mum's gone to get groceries." I don't know why I told him that, but I hope it's distracting enough. I don't want to be rude and just leave him standing there at my front door.

"I see!" he exclaims. I notice - possibly just hoping that I notice - a subtle shift in his tone. He's still friendly, but now there's a little bit extra given how he's looking at me. He pauses for a while, his eyes on me, the corner of his mouth curling up in a half-grin. "Well," he says, his tongue sliding over his lips, "I guess we're all alone." He gets really close: too close. My hand jerks back automatically as he reaches out to touch me. He laughs warmly, lifting the wallet he's holding and tapping it in between my pectorals. "I should give this to you, then. I found on the side of the road."

"Oh!" I exclaim, looking at the wallet. "I don't think it belongs to any of my family." I know it's dumb, but it's true and I have to say something.

Especially as I don't want him to look down and notice my dick getting hard.

After the initial shock of seeing him, all I can think of is wanting to see him without that singlet on. It was riding up a little when I first saw him, giving me a tantalising peek of his fuzz-touched, lean torso. There's just something about him that won't leave me alone. His look. His smell. I can't get it out of my head.

"Mmm," he growls, his voice deep as his hand drops from mine. He deposits the wallet in my hand, freeing his own to slide down the front of the sweatpants I have on, groping at my erect manhood. "I know that. It's just my excuse in case someone else was here."

I want to tell him my Dad might return any minute. I don't get the chance. His other arm wraps around me, pulling me against his body. He cradles the back of my head, hand sliding over the bristly fuzz on my close-cut hair. He pulls my face into his.

Our lips touch!

I feel all weird and tingly. For a few moments, I can't breathe. My arms wrap around him as my lips start kissing him back. My face starts to feel warm as I blush, unable to believe that this is really happening to me, let alone with such a hot guy. My lips open, our tongues sliding against each other. Suddenly, my hard dick pressing up against him doesn't embarrass me at all. It's not all just because I can feel his bulge rubbing up against me, either.

Suddenly, my fear seizes me. I force myself to pull back a little. "My Dad's still around," I warn him. "He, uh, doesn't know about me."

"Take me somewhere private, then," he suggests. "Maybe your bedroom, or...?"

I think quickly, my head still swimming which makes it hard. It has to be a place we can go for a while that my Dad won't just stumble across us, or think I might have gone. That rules out the house, and it can't be out in the open, since he might drive around and spot us if he comes looking for me. A small light finally goes off in my head; I tell him that I have an idea. Grabbing his hand, as though he might disappear and leave me disappointed and horny, I pull him gently along after me.

I keep thinking about how stupid this is. I don't even know his name, and now it feels too late to asks. All those sex education classes come up in my head, thinking about all the serious sexually-transmitted diseases he might have. I don't stop, though; I'm young, horny and desperate for some sexy fun, and this situation just lands in my lap. How often is a hot guy going to come up to my front door and want to fuck me?

Naturally, my hiding spot was the first place to come to mind. I went through a quick checklist as we walked quickly. Luckily, I knew my Dad was going to be spending most of the day mustering, so he shouldn't have any reason to poke around the stockyards any time soon, so the shearing shed attached to it would be empty and undisturbed. It was near enough to the house - it's why I picked it as a place to hide my toys - so we could go, do whatever it is we were going to do, and sneak out quickly. If we'd need lube, well, then I'll have us covered for that. We could use the empty wool sacks to make things a little bit more comfortable. It seems perfect for what I suspect we want it for, at least in terms of what was available to us.

Even so, I still push open the creaky door slowly, cautiously calling out just in case my Dad's in there. When there's no reply, I know the coast's clear, so I turn and nod, encouraging the hot stranger to follow me in. I breathe in, releasing my breath slowly as my cock throbs needfully in my pants. I'm now glad I missed masturbating last night; normally I do it before bed, but I was too exhausted and fell asleep before I could do it. All it means now is that I'm full and ready to go.

The jogger closes the door behind us. He doesn't seem to be too concerned over getting caught, coming right up behind me and kissing my neck as his hands work swiftly to remove his singlet. Pulling it off, he pulls it around my neck. It's replete with his musk. It overwhelms the scent of sheep shit and dirt that's normally in here. His hands slide down my chest, slowly unbuttoning the dirty flannel shirt I've been wearing today. He feels so warm, so alive, as he presses up against my body. I hope his confidence is matched by some experience, because I have none and one of us should have some clue about how to really do what we're about to do.

Fortunately, it seems like he does. His hands don't stop at the bottom of my shirt, as they fall away from either side. Instead, they continue down the front of my pants, slowly lowering the waistband until my boxer-wrapped cock springs out. Once the waistband is just above my knees, he releases them, his hands moving back up. Two buttons are unbuttoned, and the front of my boxers opens, my cock poking out in front of me as he reaches in to free my genitals from the confines of clothing.

He grins at me, toying with me by rubbing his thumb over my cock head, squeezing out some of my pre-cum and running it down my shaft. "God, you're practically cumming already!" He looks at me. "You're a virgin, aren't you?"

My face burns harder. I close my eyes; I don't want to see him when I answer, but I also want the pleasure to flow over me unhindered by my senses. "Y-yes," I stammer.

"Don't worry," I hear him answer, rubbing the short hair on my head. "Not too long ago, I was kind of in the same place as you are now. Nervous. Shy." His fingers gently rest against my eyelids; I open them, and he smiles before reaching down. He slowly peels off his singlet, revealing his outrageously hot body and the fact he's wearing something else. It's some kind of harness, which I'm surprised I haven't noticed before. I can't help but notice how nice and snug it looks on him. "Then a couple of hot guys gave me a whole new outlook. I'm a lot more confident with myself now, especially around sex. When I saw you this morning, I just new I had to share it with you."

"Me?" I feel giddy. "R-Really?" He picked me! I hold back a squeal of excitement.

"I could tell how hot you were the moment we met." His eyes wander over me, like a dog eyeing a juicy steak. His hand slides underneath my shirt, touching the smooth, toned muscles of my torso. Nobody's ever touched me there; not this way anyway. It feels wonderful. It's harder to breathe. His warm hand rests on my abdomen as he feels my chest rising and falling. "I don't know why you're hiding all this hotness away, although you do look nice in flannel. Jeez, just look at these abs!"

God, what can I say to that? I know I'm in good shape, but I guess it never clicked that I was hot. Probably because nobody was around to say it. He walks around me, hand caressing me as the flannel flaps against my skin and his arm. "Uh..." I try to think of something to say. I should compliment him, I guess. "You're hot too. I, er, I never would have thought..." Then I'm saved from saying any more; he's behind me, one arm wrapped around my chest, the other sliding across my hips, fingers wrapping around my cock.

"Shh, shh, shh!" he whispers. I can feel his prickly skin tickling my ear. "This is all about you for now. Just relax. I already know how you feel, and I think I know what you need. Something to help boost your confidence. Something to help Farmboy come out of his shell. And I've got just the ticket."

"You do," I think, "oh god, do you do!" I can feel the outline of his bulge distorting his shorts. He's excited too: I can tell by the smell coming from him, and the warm, sticky fabric that's rubbing up against my butt. I wonder if he wants to put it inside my ass. I worry: what if he does? Is everything alright with that? I've always found it hot from porn, but I've no idea if you're supposed to do anything to prepare first. My heart and cock are pounding and throbbing right up to my limit.

He's definitely a grower. I can feel the tip escape his pants, the snap of the elastic waistband as he slides it down enough to let it free, before returning his hand to gently stroking my cock. The warmth emanating from his shaft makes it feel huge, bigger than the bulge earlier would have suggested. Very huge. Bigger than my dildo, for sure, although I know it's actually on the smaller size. I wanted to work my way up; I hope, if things go that way, that it was enough. I squirm as he holds me reassuringly, his other hand teasing me slowly. His sweat sizzles up to my nostrils. God, he smells so wonderfully masculine.

"Shall we do more?" he asks, his voice deep and rumbling in my ear.

I swallow, my chest heaving. "Y-yes."

"Now, for me, what started me off was having a strong, confident guy fuck my ass." His hand twists my cock gently, which makes me buck my hips and leak pre-cum into his hands. "For you, though, let's put that cute little mouth of yours to work. Show you how to give a guy a good time. Then I'm sure you'll be hooked. First, close your eyes."

I do so dutifully. He and his growing cock push me gently towards the wool bags. I reach up, pulling some of them down off the hook, spreading them across the slats in the floor as I get down onto my knees. I've seen this enough to know that's probably what I should be doing. He touches me, his arm feeling surprisingly hairy. Resting on my knees, I wait, my own body prickling with excitement. I breathe out; somehow, I can feel it brushing up against the hot tip moving into place.

"Good boy!" he praises; I hear him sucking air through his teeth as he grits his jaw. For a moment, I wonder if I've done something wrong. That clears up quickly; I hear him growl, his fingers squeezing my jaw. I open wide, still nervous as I feel him weighing up something in his mind, or waiting for something. I can feel the heat of his crotch, his musk filling my nose. My body tingles; all it would take to spoil this feeling is my Dad walk in, catching his son on his knees in front of another guy. Somehow, that risk makes it even more exciting.

Finally, the hot tip of his cock rests against my lips. "Keep those teeth out of the way," he advises. My lips form an 'O' shape, and he gently slips inside. He moves into position: one hand resting against the back of my head, the other sliding down off my jaw and onto his cock. I can feel him squeeze himself as the flesh of his cock contorts. My own hands are free, so I do whatever any horny young guy would do in this situation and grab my own dripping shaft. The warm air from my nostrils sends a hot blast of air along the exposed length of his cock; I breathe in his strong musk right from his crotch. I feel it worm through my mind, taking control of me.

It's not quite what I imagined it would be. His cock's a lot slicker than I expect, and it seems to get bigger and longer as he gently guides my head up and down the shaft. My jaw's already starting to ache, but I don't want to give up yet. Whatever I'm doing, it seems to be right. I imagine his fuzzy, bearded face contorting in pleasure as my mouth services his needs. I can hear his ragged, horny breath; in my head, he licks his lips. "Not bad for a first-timer," he rumbles approvingly. His grip on my head becomes more insistent. He pushes my head deeper down. My forehead grazes against his hand, which he's using to squeeze and jerk the base of his shaft. My mouth is filled with his cock.

I make a lot of slurping noises that make me subconscious. I feel warm saliva and probably some of his fluids run down my exposed chest. What would Dad say if he catches us? I try to push the worry out of my head, telling myself I need to concentrate on breathing. The huge cock dripping into me, and my own pent-up balls, are building up my orgasm. I can almost feel the sperm flowing through my ducts, pooling with the other fluids, building up a pressure inside me that aches for release.

The runner's cock barely fits into my mouth. My lips are coated in the sticky, warm mixture of fluids dripping out of the corners of my mouth. The warm ooze tingles as it runs down my throat. "Not long now," he grunts, his breath ragged. I can feel the same thing must be happening to him; his hand is shaking his cock around much faster as he builds himself up. The warm goo dribbles onto my own erection; I use it as extra lubrication, although at this stage I really don't need it. Any moment, I'm going to explode all over the shearing shed floor. I can tell our scents are mingling together. It feels so right.

I nearly choke as I start ejaculating. Usually, when I'm jerking off in bed or the shower before I go to sleep, my cum dribbles down my shaft in a few thick blobs. This time my whole body shudders, and I feel the force of it as it fires out into the air. My balls groan, as the next squirt shoots out of me, adding to the thick, creamy pool of semen on the wool bags. I start feeling the post-ejaculation bliss send my head swimming. It's so much better than I've imagined.

The runner somehow senses that I've started jizzing. "Good. Empty yourself out for me. Let me fill you up. Keep your mouth open. Swallow."

I try to obey, but my jaw needs to rest and I need to lick my lips. I get just enough time to do that before he plunges right in, tip slamming into the back of my throat. Suddenly, he's moaning and my throats burning with hot juices that seem to sizzle into me. I don't get much of a chance to taste it until he pulls back to thrust in again. It's not exactly chocolate, but it's still a taste I know I'm going to love.

He grunts and pants, hand leaving his cock as it shudders and throbs and squirts unaided. He rubs my throat, coaxing me to swallow more of his fluids as he empties his load into me. By now, I've already stopped, and caught between the desperate need to get a good breath to help clear my head, and to savour this moment for as long as it lasts.

I swallow it all, since I know he'll like that, but he seems to almost have an unending supply. At least, I rationalise, it'll mean less of a mess, and certainly less of a noticeable one. His cock pulls out, still pumping but allowing me a chance to recover properly.

My head's still pounding with excitement; I'm about to open my eyes, but he quickly tells me. "No. Don't open your eyes yet. Just lie down. I haven't finished with my fun yet."

"I don't understand," I mention, but I do it anyway. I've been obliging this far, I don't see any point in stopping now. Suddenly, his bristly face is rubbing against me, his tongue waggling out as he licks my face, cleaning it off before slowly moving down the front of my sweaty, sticky, exposed chest.

I hear him shift position as his head nears my crotch. My cock, although softened, is extremely sensitive, and as he laps at my cock tip like some curious dog, my legs twitch excitedly from being tickled by his fuzzy cheeks.

"Can... can we do this again?" I ask, once he's finished up and a moment of silence passes. "Not right now, but later?" It's foolish, I know. This is probably just a one-time thing. I imagine a hot guy like him gets to have a lot of sex.

"I'd like that." His hot breath tickles my face; he must have moved again. "Find me when you're ready. My friends and I can show you an amazing good time. I'm almost jealous of you; all that excitement of anticipation, not knowing what it's all about..."

It's quiet for a while. I enjoy the sensation of just lying there, letting my body relax. I hear the floorboards creek, and I'm vaguely aware of his body lying close to mine. It's a nice sensation, just having him near. I don't even think about opening my eyes.

I drift off for a bit.

Suddenly, I snap awake. I look around, my heart suddenly racing.

He's gone!

I jump to my feet immediately, bolting for the door just in case he's just left as I tug my pants back up around my hips. I scan the surrounding area, tucking and buttoning myself again, but I can't see him anywhere. "Fuck!"

I'm so confused. This isn't how I wanted this to end. Suddenly, my nervousness returns. How long was I asleep? Dad. Fuck. I move automatically, picking up the wool bags and hanging them up. By the time they're used, any fluids of them would have dried up and probably would've been ignored anyway. As they shake about, I notice a bundle tumble out, and feel the weight of something land on my foot.

I glance down: it's the runner's singlet. My first thought is sexual: I can't help but see him running like a wild animal across the fields of my farm, shirtless body twisting as he moves seemingly effortlessly over the ground. Feeling the stirring of my erection returning, I bring the singlet up to my nose, giving it a good sniff. But it feels too heavy. I unbundle the singlet, quickly catching the thing that falls out. It's the wallet.

Stuffing it and as much of the singlet as I can into my pocket and the front of my pants respectively, I dash out, heading towards the house. I pause, then go to my secret hiding spot. Nobody, I hope, is going to notice an old, faded plastic ice cream container wedged under one of the ramps we dump the sheep down after they've been sheared. I spring over the fence - something I've gotten a lot of practice doing - and pick it up. I carry it with me, feeling the weight of the fleshlight, the dildo and the nearly-empty bottle of lubricant jiggling. I'm definitely going to need these tonight, and I want to avoid another trip out here.

I make a brief stop back at the house. I ignored my cut through the whole experience, probably because all my blood was going elsewhere. I quickly plaster over the cut and grab an apple to snack on, then hare it back to the fence. I've already lost an hour, and it was getting close to a normal lunchtime.

My head's still swimming as I run, my thickened cock bouncing free of my boxers. A stupid grin is on my face: I'm not a virgin any more! I know it's not a big deal, but I've wanted sex for ages. I grew up in the country. The schools are small, and everyone knows everyone else. There's little chance that anyone around my age that I know is gay, so I just kept it secret and relied on the internet.

As I snack on the apple, I grab the tantalisingly sweaty singlet from around my crotch. The mingling of our scents gets me pulsing hard. I'm practically ready to go again. If this is what he means, I think, no wonder he talks so much about those other guys. I start to wonder what they're like: I can't imagine how they'd be any more attractive than the runner.

Draping it around my neck, I throw the apple core away and thumb throught he wallet. It's mostly empty, the only thing in it is a small business card with an address and phone number printed on it, and one word - Rocket - printed neatly on the other side. I tuck it back in, snapping the lid of the ice cream container and tucking the wallet away to keep it safe.

My hands wander down to the insistent bulge in my sweatpants. I'm thinking of him, his strong, warm body pressing against me. I sniff his singlet again. My sweatpants tent up fully, a crackly, sticky, wet patch appearing at the point that juts out the farthest. I lick my lips, gently rubbing the erection through the fabric.

I know it's stupid. My Dad could come by any minute, getting on my ass for not doing anything on the fence, but I'm unable to concentrate on anything but how the runner looks. Some guy - no matter how hot - that I was with for all of five minutes before having him fuck my face. It's strange, but I never really got to see him properly naked. That doesn't stop my imagination going into overdrive, a massive cock rising from between his hairy legs. I try going back to work, but nearly injure myself again as my mind flicks through all the porn I've watched, inserting the two of us into the scenes of my favourites and coming up with all sorts of new ones.

He's almost physically standing in front of me, grinning as he leans up against one of the posts I put in earlier. There's nothing hiding his muscles, aside from the harness that I know never got explained, but seems like an essential part of him for all my fantasies. I pull off my own top, leaving my flannel shirt on the bike. I admire myself. This is the first time I feel sexy. The cool head of the hammer rests against my tight abdominals, my other hand sliding lower while my cock stubbornly refuses to go down.

I push myself to run, even though all I'm thinking of is getting down on my knees and sucking cock. A little bit of me, almost but not quite ignorable, tried to convince me to just store it away as a great fantasy. Guys like that probably get lots of one-off encounters like the one I just had with him. I know he has several boyfriends - whatever a "boyfriend" means to him - already. He reminds me of some of the advertisements I clipped and hid amongst others in a scrap book I'd made earlier for school. I always wondered what those male prostitutes were like. The gay magazine they came from I burned in the fireplace, but its pages are still firmly in my head.

"I need to go back there," I tell myself. "Get some lube. And bigger toys." I really want him to fuck me in the ass. I can feel the ring twitching and itching for it. I guess I'll probably need to stretch myself out a bit down there first.

My mind continues to wander. I wonder what he's like. I don't know much about him, not even his name. Unless it's Rocket, of course. I laugh at that. If it's his name, it's well deserved, because I just got a taste of what a wild ride he could be. I know he likes running, and working out in general. Who else would drive out here, just to run for hours across the countryside? Who else would have a physique like that?

Suddenly, my ears perk up. I can hear the sound of an approaching engine. Shit! Dad! I hide my leaky, stubborn erection up against my body using the elastic waistband of my boxers to keep it pressed up against me as I pull my shirt back on. I open my box of toys and hide the singlet inside, then quickly seal it up and hide it behind the front wheels of my bike. Hopefully my Dad won't notice it.

I'm just standing up, probably looking as guilty as fuck and probably reeking of sex, when his bike roars, rolling right next to mine. I sniff disapprovingly. "You might need to get your bike fixed," I tell him, "It's leaking petrol or something."

"Hey boy," Dad growls. "See you're not done with the fence yet."

"Not yet." I shrug. My nose and ears are telling me more, the feeling's a little weird. I can hear the beating in his heart, and the whiff of recently-made sweat that matches Dad's smell. Fuck. I can tell he's in a bad mood. The bastard doesn't like getting of his bike if he can help it. He's probably itching to lay into his favourite punching bag.

My answer obviously isn't the right one. "Get your finger out of your ass, then! I need you to help me muster!"

"Don't want to get your fat ass off the bike any more, eh?" I mutter under my breath.

"What's that?" he snapped, eyebrows frowning. "What'd you say, boy?"

"Nothing, sir." I know good enough not to pick a fight right now. There'll be one later - since I was definitely going to be heading out for some more sex now that I have a taste for it - and I don't want him noticing how turned on I am at the moment.

As Dad sits on the bike, he fans his shirt. God help me, but I start to notice him.

As a man.

I call him fat, but he's still in really good shape for someone his age. He's definitely overweight, but he's still packing plenty of muscle underneath, and some of it's still visible. You don't spend your life working on a farm to end up looking like most of the office workers you see around the place. His old school photos make it pretty clear how he ended up with Mum. He just got lazier as he got older.

I try to stop it, but just that little bit wedged into my head is just enough to fuel my rampant lust. I wonder if he's going to take it off. I see him trudging around the house nude a lot after work, since he doesn't care since it's just Mum and me. He's also a pretty outgoing guy with very little shame.

My cock squirts a little, my boner throbbing harder and harder as I look almost hungrily at my Dad. Fuck. What's wrong with me? My hands clench on the metal bar at the front of my bike, my knuckles whitening. "Look Dad," I snap, "I'll get to it if you just leave me the fuck alone, alright?" I don't care if it'll make things worse later; right now I don't want my Dad close when I'm feeling like I could legitimately make things really uncomfortable.

He snorts. I can tell he's really pissed, since he goes really quiet when he is. But I'm at least a little bit right, and he knows it. "This isn't over." He pauses, revving his bike back to life. "Boy."

Once he takes off, I breathe a sigh of relief. He isn't coming back for the rest of the day, so I'm free. I strip off to my boxers. I don't care if I get dirty. I just enjoy the feeling of freedom, and this gives me a little bit of modesty. I'm also feeling oddly itchy and hot, and I hope this'll help fight off at least one of those.

I finish up the fence. It's the hardest chore I've ever done. I have to ignore all the shame of thinking of my Dad as someone I'd like to fuck, as well as all of the unresolved sexual fantasies I have about the runner I met earlier. I scratch my neck, wondering if it'd be safe for me to get a collar. I wave at Mum's car when she rolls up in the afternoon.

I give her time to get into the house. Then I stop, plonk my ass on the ground, and start jerking off.

I can't stop thinking about sex. The worst thing is, it doesn't seem to help. I just get sore and raw. I get out the lube. I try the fleshlight. I even try sticking the dildo up my ass - it feels better than it ever has - but something in me keeps me from getting off. I wonder if maybe I can't; maybe I need someone else there to help.

I think of the card in the wallet.

Reception's lousy out here, but I can call from the house. I don't care about the huge fight that will happen later. I need to see him again. I need him to help me get rid of this rampant lust that just doesn't seem to want to stop, or be stopped. At least the anger at myself helps fly me through fixing the fence.

I straddle my bike, the rumbling as I rev the engine magnifies the sensation in my cock. I drive back home, unhooking the trailer and locking all my tools up in the shed in the garage. I tuck my cock up again, hoping to hide my sticky erection long enough for me to get up to my room. Usually after a day of work I'm shattered, but today I'm just swimming with energy.

Mum calls out to me, but I quickly tell her I'm going to have a shower; my box of toys is tucked under my arm. I strip off, my body pulsing as I free myself of the confines. I hop into the shower, the initially cold water doing nothing to simmer down the boiling lust dominating my thoughts and body. I soap the dirt off my body, although I'll miss the smell of my sweat. My hands move slowly over me, stroking my young, well-formed muscles as I writhe under the water. I reach out of the shower, pulling out the dildo. I plunge my fingers into my ass, the sphincter opening surprisingly easily as I slide them inside, using the warming water to wash myself out a little bit. "Just in case," I mutter, biting my lip as I need to keep from crying out. As I pant, I push the dildo firmly up my ass, hoping it'll help to make me even cleaner.

Once I'm done, I turn off the water. I lick my lips; feeling constantly aroused for hours has dehydrated me quite a lot. Wrapping the towel around my naked body, I take my work clothes and my toys and sneak across to my room. I dump them onto my bed, getting my phone out of my pocket as I dress in my best-looking clothes.

Mum comes up and knocks on my door. "Dinner will be ready soon."

I feel kind of guilty for not telling her. But I'm a horny young guy desperate for sex. "I'm going out, Mum." I tell her. "I just..." I look down at my erection, currently making a thick sticky pile of goo on the towel I've wrapped over my nice dress pants. "I need to go take care of something."

"What?" I can tell she's exasperated. It makes me a bit annoyed - I'm an adult now - but I can understand.

"It's private." Wadding up some tissues, I do my best to plug up my dick, zipping up my pants and opening the door.

I can tell she's surprised as soon as she sees me. She's got a tea towel in her hand, drying or cleaning off her hands. "Oh! You look nice!"

"Thanks." I blush. I'm trying hard not to think too much about why I am. My cock's hard enough to control without throwing fuel on the fire.

"So, you've got a date?" she inquires. Her voice has that "interested parent" quality to it: obviously desperately curious for every detail, but not wanting to probe too deeply and risk being cut off later. It's slightly tempered by her being irritated on being kept out of the loop and, understandably, about dinner. I like my Mum a lot. Some of me wants to tell her all about it - as much as anyone wants to tell their parents about their sex life, anyway - but I don't really know how she'll react.

"Maybe?" I try to answer as evasively as possible. "I'm just going to meet some, uh, new friends mostly, but, well, it's complicated."

Her eyes inspect me. I really hope she doesn't notice my erection, although the pants don't leave much to the imagination. She picks at some fluff on my shirt, sighing. "Well, make sure you take protection with you." I start blushing; I guess she has noticed my erection. Fuck. If I wasn't so horny, I'd just want to die. I'm tempted to tell her it's way too late for that. "Just in case. And, if things go well, it would be nice to have him over for dinner sometime."

"What?" Now I can't breathe. "You - you know?" My voice is up one octave.

Mum laughs a little. "If it was a girl, you wouldn't have been so cagey about it." I'm not convinced entirely that she's right, but Mum knows about me now, anyway.

"D-does Dad know?" I ask.

Speak of the Devil. I hear his voice downstairs, calling for my Mum. "Where's-" He cuts off his own question as he sees me.

Before I can explain, Mum jumps into the breach. "He's going out on a date tonight."

"No, he's not." My Dad's pissed. "He's been slacking off today. He's answered back!"

"Yes, he is." Uh oh. I know that tone. Mum doesn't use it often, but I'm glad I'm not the one she's using it on right now. I start feeling just a little sorry for Dad. "He's eighteen now. He's not a little kid you can order around. You're not going to embarrass him by sending him to his room when his friends are waiting. Dinner's on the table. I'll be down in a bit."

I can tell Dad's fuming: he'd never hit me, but he clenches his fist when he's really mad and his knuckles are almost popping out of his hand now. He scowls, and stomps back down the stairs.

"Have a good time, dear," Mum replies, giving me a kiss on the cheek. "But not too good a time. I want you to come home safe and healthy."

"Thanks, Mum." I smile, and sneak down the stairs. My body prickles up: my keys are hanging up in the kitchen, so I get the joy of fetching them from the hook with my Dad staring daggers into me. "Goodnight Dad." I tell him, then quickly leave before he can reply.

I don't recognise the address at all, but I assume its somewhere nearby. I check on my phone once I've locked myself in the car, letting my cock out with a sigh of relief. I'm almost ready to claw at my skin, I feel so uncomfortable and itchy. It takes ages for the directions to appear: I should have checked inside, but I was too distracted, and now I have to deal with the shitty range of the wi-fi outside the house. But it does load up, and I start up the car.

I'm nervous the whole drive, heart pounding in my chest and a fresh wad of tissue paper crammed on top of my cock. I hope this is worth it: the only thing more embarrassing would have been if Mum - or worse, Dad - had walked in on me shoving a dildo up my ass. Then my heart stops. I never hid my box of toys. Fuck. I'll just have to hope nobody goes into my room tonight.

The place is hard to find. I've never gone to that area before. It's full of big, rich houses separated by tall hedges that I'm sure cost a ridiculous amount. I'm pretty wide-eyed as I drive around, doing my best to follow the direction on the phone. Eventually I find the place: there's a barred gate with an intercom. Tucking myself back in, I get out of the car and push the button.

"Yes? Who's this?" It's not a voice I recognise on the other end. I can just tell by the tone the speaker is a big guy. I shiver a little.

I'm not sure how to answer. I pull out the wallet the runner left for me, pulling out the card. I hold it up to the camera. "I, uh, I guess I'm here to meet... Rocket?"

"Oh, so that's Farmboy?" another voice comes over the intercom. "He is cute! Alright, come on up, Farmboy!" I hear a mechanical shuddering as the gate starts to creak open.

"Thanks!" I reply, although I can't tell if I've been heard. The gate's really loud, and I don't get any reply. I get back into my car, driving it up the short distance up to the main house. Now it's all really real, my heart is pounding in my chest. If it weren't for my aching cock, I'd be too afraid to go in right away. But I can't stand being like this a moment longer, so I lock the car - automatically, I'm pretty sure nobody's going to steal my hunk of junk given some of the cars I can see in the garage, and lick my lips, walking up to the front door and pressing the doorbell anxiously.

It swings open, a huge pile of muscle answering it. He's barely dressed in anything - just shorts that don't leave much to the imagination - and as his other hand scratches the valley in between his two mountainous pectorals, he pulls me inside with the other, somehow turning that into a welcoming handshake. My arm feels like it's popped out of its socket. "Hi there, nice to meet you, Farmboy."

I sniff instinctively. Whatever he's got on, or not, scent-wise is making my knees weak. I moan, the zip on my pants giving way as my erection forces its way out. I look up; tearing my eyes away from his bulge and muscles and look at his face. He's not just in pants, technically; he's wearing a spiked dog collar around his neck, with a name-tag - Rex - glinting underneath. "Hi, uh, Rex is it?"

Rex smiles, sniffing audibly. "You're definitely as cute as Rocket promised. Maybe even more."

Someone else walks in the room; he's not even trying to pretend to be dressed, coming out sporting just a collar and an erection. Not that he needs to; his body is perfectly proportioned, muscles not too big or small, his body bristling with short blond hairs that glint against his slight tan. He's all smiles as he eyes me over. "Oh yes he is, our boy's got a good eye. Amongst other things." He walks over, offering his hand. "I'm Hunter."

At least I'm not the only one hopelessly horny. With the door answered, Rex quickly shucks off his pants, letting his manhood flop around in the nude. I shake Hunter's hand, feeling excited and confused at these two guys, looking at me like a piece of meat. I'm suddenly reminded I haven't had dinner yet. I lick my lips. "I-is Rocket around?"

"He's upstairs in the bedroom." Hunter answers, one hand gently, but firmly, taking mine, the other resting down my back, before quite clearly sliding underneath my belt and the waist of my pants. "He was hoping that you'd stop by tonight, so I'm glad you did." He grabs my ass. My mouth opens, tongue lolling out of it while my nose fills with Hunter's and Rex's scent. Especially Rex's since he's taken the lead in heading upstairs, his round butt inches from my nose. "It wouldn't have been nearly as satisfying for him if you hadn't."

I almost walk into Rex when we reach the landing, as he opens one of the doors. We walk into a bedroom. Rocket's there: it's the first time I've seen him naked. It's the first time I've seen his ass, his legs spread on either side, a metal chain connecting the only thing he's wearing - his harness - to the two posts of the bed. But his scent's one I'd recognise anywhere, so there's no mistaking who it is in such a prone position in front of me.

His head turns, a happy grin on his face. "I'm so glad you could make it. You gave me such a nice morning, I figure I'd return the favour tonight." He wags his ass at my face, the muscles jiggling firmly: all the running he does doesn't leave him with a lot of body fat. "I'm up for whatever you want."

"Think of it as your birthday," Hunter grins. "We're your presents, and we're holding a lot of surprises that I'll know you'll love." Then he and Rex start nuzzling my neck, sniffing and licking at me as their hands wander over my body.

I sigh, all the air coming out of my lungs as they caress and fondle me. They draw me deeper into the room; we shuffle slowly across the floor, my cock growing closer to Rocket's ass. I notice a glistening shine to his hole. He's all lubricated up if I want to fuck him. I breathe back in, my lungs drowning in the scent of the other three men. I'm already feeling incredibly light-headed, if it weren't for the painful throb in my balls, aching for release, I'd think it was a dream.

"Let's get you out of those clothes," Rex suggests, hands reaching up to remove my jacket. "You look so handsome in them, I wouldn't want them to get stained or ruined."

I don't have to do anything: Rex and Hunter's hands are already wandering over me, now they're just doing it with purpose. The buttons on my shirt are slowly unbuttoned, my belt unclipped and slid off, my pants unzipped and unfastened, lowered down to my ankles. I lift my feet one at a time as Rex, nose firmly into my shoes, wrenches them off my feet. Hunter licks the back of my neck, while Rex tugs my socks off with my toes. I step out of my pants; Hunter grabs the elastic waistband of my boxers; Rex joins him and they're pulled down and off my feet. They've moved me closer to Rocket: I can almost feel the inviting warmth rolling off of his ass.

Their hands free to wander over me, Hunter asks, "Do you like that?" as he and Rex stroke and fondle me. They sniff at my armpit, making me raise my arms in the air. They tongue at my nipples, biting on to them gently.

"Yes!" I almost squeal, my voice ragged. I need to fuck. Rocket's ass is so close. It's almost hypnotic.

"What about these?" Hunter brings his finger underneath his own collar, as he stands in front of me. Rex, distracted from me for the moment, tends to the shimmering blob that's on the end of Hunter's cock.

My lip crinkles as I bite it. I nod; I can't breathe.

Hunter steps over to Rocket, reaching in between his legs. I see Rocket's drooling, anxious cock; then there's a glint, and a rugged, rough blue collar is being pulled out from where Rocket's been lying on it. Rocket, for his turn, grunts as the friction rubs along his nice, hidden, muscles. "That's good, because Rocket here spend a good afternoon looking through my collar collection for just the right one."

I get a quick glance at the name tag on it - Farmboy, of course - before it's placed around my neck. It scratches a lot, but I kind of like it. "Thank you," I whisper; it's too hard to breathe.

"Don't thank us just yet," Rex claims, grunting as he gets to his feet, standing behind me and wrapping me up in his strong arms. "The best part is yet to come, heh."

Hunter returns to standing behind Rocket, reaching in underneath again. This time, it's to grab his cock. Rocket moans as his shaft is yanked downwards, throbbing and red. It's no match for mine, but then how could his need be as strong as mine? He's probably already had sex a couple more times today with these guys. "Oh fuck," I mutter from a mixture of feeling Rex massive body holding on to me tightly, his cock drooling in anticipation as it rubs up against my buttocks, or from imagining what their threesomes were like.

"Rocket," Hunter whispers. "Speak."

"Mmph!" Rocket grunts as his whole body twitches. I feel Rex's cock throb even harder when he says this, and even Hunter's tongue lolls from his mouth a little as his hands work on gently toying with Rocket's throbbing, red cock.

Which keeps growing.

And growing.

It doesn't quite dawn on me at first, but it suddenly hits me: the cock that had filled my mouth earlier couldn't have possibly been the one I'd seen in Hunter's hands just a moment ago. It's starting to grow to the right size and girth now though, inches appearing almost magically as his shaft throbbed and pulsed. Only, it's not just that that is happening to it: the shape's also changing. The skin is too red and slick, too taught and almost too hard; the shape of the head is too pointed.

I've lived on a farm my whole life, so it doesn't take long for me to recognise it. Suddenly a lot of things are clicking into place: the collars, the odd names, and the very free manner they have around each other's bodies. I'm still surprised when I see actual black and white hairs start sprouting around his ass, the fur slowly crawling all over his body. A short tuft of it seems to stick out oddly from above his ass; when it starts to wriggle, I realise he's slowly growing a tail, as the fur grows over his body.

At this point, I don't know what to think. Hunter's busy, slowly milking the still-growing canine cock as the sheath comes in around it. Rocket's moaning and growling, writhing around on the bed like he's being fucked by some magic spirit that's turning him into a dog. I start seeing his leg twitch and change, the strong runner's muscles distorting. I can just see the bottom of his widening feet, at least see the swelling paw pads I see growing on there.

I've got a good view of his back, the fur crawling up his spine. It doesn't seem to be changing as much as his legs though; he just seems to be getting a lot hairier. I don't get to see much of his chest, but I can just imagine the white fur inching up his chest. For some reason, that's making my cock twitch.

I'm actually liking this.

Rocket tilts his head back, howling rather convincingly as Hunter continues to touch on his cock. I can just see the start of a muzzle peeking out from on top of his face, his ears are already large, pointing up above his head. My eyes go back down to his red hot doggy dick: it's massive, so much so Hunter's resorted to using both his hands to keep a good grip on it.

My leg twitches forward. I realise why Rex has been holding me: to keep me from running away. Only, that's what a sensible person would do. Me? I'm far too horny, far too young and willing to do stupid things to let that stop me. Fuck, this is somehow turning me on even more, staring at his quivering pink hole, just below the ridiculously oversized cock and balls being offered to me.

Rex doesn't need to hold me. I'm not going anywhere, except right over to wear my next "present" is waiting for me. My cock's definitely ready. I pant and quiver, and squirm.

Rocket howls again, only now I catch English words on them: "Farmboy, roll over."

Rex instantly releases me; I can smell the fluid that's just spurted out of him. He's too busy panting, too buzzed with hormones to be able to hold me back. Not that he needs to. Hunter releases Rocket's huge cock; it slams up into his husky-man chest, covered in a thick, musky white coat. I can feel my own cock stretching, Hunter crawling about over to Rex. They're giving me first dibs at the fine bit of furry dog-man ass I see before me. I lick my lips, glancing down at the cock I take in my hands. It feels amazingly slick, and not just because I've been leaking pre practically all day. The warm blood rushing around it is making the skin red. Very red. I can see the veins standing out on the surface, feel the itching I've surprisingly ignored all day as it comes to full force.

No wonder I'm horny: I'm one of them now.

I'm not worried about anything. I just grab at the muscular rump, running my hands over it. I hear two more things said behind me, more moans and two shudders of arousal echoing the potent one that struck me earlier. I get down on my knees, my hand sliding up over me as I feel my own dog fur beginning to grow over my lean body. My mouth opens, my tongue lolling out as I pant like the other three dog-men that are in the room. I pull Rocket's cheeks apart, as he obligingly raises his tail, and I sniff in his scent deeply, breathing until his musk has permeated my lungs.

My cock's aching; already the skin is a bright red, the shape increasingly inhuman. A thick fleshy casing is growing out from what had been my foreskin, my shaft pushing out even further. My face feels like it's being pulled forward gently by long thin strands of fishing line; surprisingly painlessly, I feel my face start to twist into the shape of a canine muzzle.

I climb up on top of Rocket's back. He's so amazingly warm and fluffy, just resting on him is fantastic. He turns to look at me with his dog face. It's very handsome, and he smiles. I smile back, twitching my nose. I can feel it changing too, little black dots appearing on the tip. My tongue slides over my teeth; they're sharpening too. I reach forward, my cock rubbing up against his back. We lick each other. It's almost as good as kissing.

I'm shaking as I pull up. We're both ready. I look down, flexing my fuzzy fingers as I look down at the sharp claws growing out of them. "Need to get used to that," I think, carefully grabbing my swelling canine cock, eager to shove it into Rocket's hole. He reaches down, his own claws digging into his flesh as he makes himself even more available to me.

I don't waste the offer. I brace - there's a bit of resistance - but I slide in easily. I only go a little way, I don't want to hurt him, but the feeling's so intense that that reserve quickly fades. I thrust in again, and again, my cock sliding over the lubricant. Then I'm balls deep inside him. The short nub of a tail I have at the moment starts to wag.

It's heavenly: I don't know how much of this they do - I imagine a lot, if it feels this good - but Rocket's butt is incredibly tight, his insides wonderfully warm. Fluid dribbles out of me, spilling along his insides. I shift my weight a little: my transformation has reached my legs. It's so weird to feel them changing, feel my nails tightening and slowly inching out as claws, the balls of my feet growing as I start getting my own pair of large foot-paws to support myself on semi-canine legs.

I slide over Rocket, who whimpers happily as I thrust inside him. I can feel his cock through mine, and it's a fucking big target to miss. My own sphincter twitches, as a wet nose presses up between my thrusting legs. I want to laugh, but all my oxygen's going to keep my cock ready and my hips thrusting away. I take a small risk, running my elongated tongue along the ridged roof of my muzzle. It's amazing how quickly its grown, how fast my teeth have sharpened into dog fangs. But I'm incredibly distracted.

A tongue starts licking my hole, the nose shoving deeper. Whoever it is - either Hunter or Rex - is incredibly insistent. Someone - I can tell it's definitely Hunter from the scent - wraps their paws around my chest; I deduce it's Rex who's licking me. Rex's muzzle moves out of the way, and while I thrust into Rocket, Hunter's cock starts to throb against my backside.

I'm eager for it.

It's a little strange - it's nothing like my dildo at all - but I only whimper a little as he slides in. The bigger shock is when Rex's heavy weight bears down on us, and Hunter's gentle thrusts become a bit more forceful.

I start panting heavily. It's too overwhelming. I feel my mind just give up on trying to process all of the sensation. All I can feel is the weight. The thrusting. The warm tightness. The throbbing. The howling. The slobber. The musk.

The musk is the strongest.

I can't even see; I think my eyes have rolled up into my head. I'm yelping, Hunter's hefty cock, pushing into me, making his own grunts as his ass is stretched apart by what I can only guess is one pretty impressive dog dong hanging off of big buff Rex. The only one breathing harder than me is Rocket, the husky at the bottom of the dog pile.

Finally, my body feels like its going to explode. Then Hunter's shaft touches my prostate in just the right way. My cock swells out more; instinctively I slam forward, my hips becoming gunfire-rapid and immensely shallow. I can't pull out. If I could concentrate on anything, I'd probably remember why, but I don't.

Instead I finally do explode. White stars dance in front of my vision. I can almost feel the full trajectory, racing out of the gate from my balls, gathering steam as they speed through the ducts, all the way along my swollen dock cock, squirting out into Rocket's ass and splattering into his insides. My body gives out, unable to take the strain. I go along in a haze, my body gyrating as I'm used like a living cock-sleeve, an intermediary between Rocket and the combined force of Hunter and Rex.

I reach around his arms, stretched on the bed, and give Rocket the biggest squeeze of appreciation and affection I can manage in my current, bliss-drowning state.

I lose track of time. I do know at some point I howl incredibly loudly, because it snaps me out of everything: Hunter's cock seems to get bigger, swelling so much it stays stuck in my body. Then he grunts, my body being filled with his hot load more and more with every twinge of his cock.

I don't even realise I've fallen asleep until I'm waking up. I guess it's not that long afterwards - at least I hope so, since it's still relatively dark outside, and I don't want to have missed a day at home - and I'm not the only one awake. Hunter and Rex are spooning in bed, both their arms wrapped around me. I carefully wriggle free, hot dog-man cum trickling from my ass as Hunter's cock slips out of me with a wet plop. I look down on them: I recognise their breeds; Hunter's a gorgeous golden retriever, while Rex is appropriately, a tough looking pit bull.

"Hey there," whispers Rocket. He grins, the beautiful husky-man sitting on the floor, his muzzle sliding up from the tip of his saliva-soaked shaft. "Do you want a shower?" I nod, and the two of us creep into the bathroom.

That's when I get a good look at myself.

When I was young, we had border collies on the farm to help out. They got to be too expensive, so we didn't get any more. I chuckle: "Well, Dad, you've got a free one now." I turn around, looking at myself in the mirror. You can still see my lean muscles, just barely, through my thick fur. I'm happy about that: Rocket seems to love looking at me. And rubbing me. Suddenly I notice my red rocket raising up out of my sheath where it retracted after I fell asleep, and my knot has gone down. Knot. I giggle again, the word seeming funny to me as it pops in from my memory.

Rocket comes up behind me, one sticky finger tracing along the line from around my nose, curling over one eye and down my neck where my black fur and white fur met. "Hope you like the markings," he stated. "Maybe you turned out black and white like me, because I'm the one that turned you? We'll have to ask Hunter about that later."

"Black and white and red all over." The stupid old set-up line from the joke spills out of my mouth. Thankfully, dogs can't flush with embarrassment, because that's what I'd be doing right now if that was the case. I guess I'm very giddy and happy.

Then I feel huge weight of the cock behind me. "Let's get you cleaned up," Rocket suggests. "Hunter's shower's definitely big enough for the two of us." Thrilled, I follow him inside. He turns the water on, jets assaulting us from every angle. I yelp in surprise, and he laughs at me. "Don't worry, it got me too. You'll get used to it."

Used to it. The idea of coming here repeatedly is very appealing. Rocket, still aroused but somehow able to ignore it, begins to sit in the shower. I bite my lip, looking at his cock.

I know what I want.

"No," I tell him, catching his arm. He looks at me. I grab him, licking his mouth passionately. He quickly reciprocates, our long, rough tongues sliding over each other as the water heats up. I feel his cock growing as I wrap my arms around him. It's not too hard to find any excuse to feel those big, strong muscles around me.

He's confused when I pull away; I kind of want to laugh, since his fur's all matted down and he looks like some poor husky who got caught out in a rain. I smile, turning around, raising my tail in invitation. I hope he doesn't mind sloppy seconds.

He doesn't.

His body slams me up against the thankfully-sturdy glass wall of the shower. I moan, feeling the first few inches of his massive dick slide up my ass. The hot water bounces off his shaft, sliding into my insides as he starts to thrust away, lubricated by Hunter's cum. My fur leaves a weird pattern against the glass, which disappears as more hot water streams down over it.

Being pinned against the glass feels really good on my cock, as it rubs up and down. I enjoy the ride, even though I'm howling with a bit of pain as Rocket's cock stretches me far beyond what I'm used to. He seems to notice, his thrusting slowing down.

"Y-you can k-keep going if you want," I tell him.

"I don't think you'd enjoy it." Rocket smiles, then grins. "But I definitely want to work you up to it."

"At least let me do this." Using both hands I grab his cock. I can feel the veins pulsing. I pull it up against me, stroking it using my body as extra friction. He smiles at me, leaning back against the tiles and closing his eyes.

I guess he was pretty close to sucking himself off earlier, since his face starts twitching and I can feel the pulses of readiness running up his shaft. I kind of wish I hadn't interrupted him now, but this is still pretty enjoyable. I hear him, breathe out slowly and loudly, and suddenly it's not just water that splattering over my fur. Thick rivulets of cum fire out, splattering against my face, my chest, all over my hands and on the glass wall behind me.

I watch his muscles rise and fall as he falls into a state of ecstasy. I'm really happy that I got to do this for him, since he let he fuck his ass and brought me into his strange, kinky, fun circle. He opens his eyes for a moment, sliding his back down to rest at the bottom of the shower. I quickly join him, laying on top of him as his cock continues to sputter out his load, as we cuddle.

I wonder if dogs prune up in the shower too.