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"Christ above..."

The voice was low and rumbly and belonged to a massive zebra who waltzed right inside his dorm room without a second thought. His muscles bulged as he walked inside, his chest still heaving as he walked unceremoniously over towards his bed and plopped down onto it, chest first.

His ears flicking, the zebra turned his head to the right to see another bed sitting parallel to his own, and a grinning ram walked into view with a confident strut in his step. "Dude, I can still feel my arms throbbing. That was brutal."

"Yeah, well, you should probably just stop sucking so much, bro!" the ram, Keith, laughed. "We've been doing this same workout regimen at wrestling practice for weeks now, yet it's still kicking your ass! Wouldn't be doing my duty as captain if I let you slack!" he grinned, sitting on his bed and turning, kicking his hooved feet up onto the bed as he reclined back on it.

Giving a lopsided grin, Quentin grabbed one of the pillows from his bed and put it underneath his chin. "Bro, I saw your arms shaking while you were doing skullcrushers, so don't give me that high and mighty crap! If the curling rack was a dude, he would be having his way with your ass right now." Quentin gave a small knicker, his nose flaring a bit to smell the mixture of his dorm room, which was the smell every room had when two jocks lived in such a confined space, as well as the scent of fresh shampoo and deodorant on his body. He could smell a hint of Keith's cologne as well, the fresh scent reaching him and making his senses flare. The ram always had a nice smell to him, as awkward as it was for Quentin to admit.

"Pfft, if the curling rack was a dude, we wouldn't be having this conversation until a few hours from now," Keith smirked, waving his hand dismissively. "Though I imagine a cold, steel dick would be fairly uncomfortable. Not that you'd have any input on what a dick in the ass feels like, right?" he added with a teasing wink. "Suppose that's more my department than yours."

Giving a bit a snicker with a deep red blush, Quentin said, "Yeah, it is, man..." There was a bit of a pause as the zebra tried to look for the right words, and then continued, "But I...have actually been using that vibrator that you bought me. It does work really well, but I still haven't....gotten used to the h-hot pink color. I think that's starting to become my department as well. "

"Hrm, perhaps I shouldn't have bought that for you, in that case," Keith chuckled, looking over at his best friend across the room. "It would be such a waste for a big guy like you to turn out to be a bottom! Who the hell am I gonna beg to rail me into next week, if you end up liking it in the ass more than you love ramming it in mine?" the ram asked jokingly, sitting up on his bed, an obvious bulge in his shorts. "Ain't exactly a secret I've been trying to get into your pants more than usual for weeks now, bro. Well, only a little more than I normally do, I suppose, but I don't count oral as real sex," he shrugged.

Quentin gave a small chuckle, blushing red underneath his fur still as his own bulge grew in his gym shorts. "Not a secret at all, bro. When you spotted for me, you were pretty much putting your d-dick right above my face." Quentin gave a warm laugh, his tail flicking nervously. "I was so afraid we would get caught. And I can't believe you don't count oral as sex! There is something much more intimate about putting your cock in someone else's face."

Keith just laughed at that. "Not half as intimate as grinding up against a guy as he slams his cock deep inside you," the ram practically shivered in arousal at the thought. "Feeling his body wrap around your own, feeling him thrusting into you...Now THAT is sex. Oral is great, don't get me wrong, but you're my bro, and I'd love to do that kind of thing with you...with you on top," he added with a small blush on his cheeks. "I may or may not have a thing for bigger guys dominating me, if you haven't realized by now. Hell, that's half the reason I haven't been betrayed by my dick yet at wrestling practice! No one's been able to beat me!" Keith added with a cocky edge to his voice.

Quentin gave a "psssh" before turning back over to his chest again to hide his now erect member that was threatening to pop out the top of the waistband of his gym shorts, even with the jock holding it snugly. "I've come close. You'd probably jizz in your singlet, if I managed to roll on top of you, or something," Quentin chuckled, his cheeks still red as he thought about crawling on top of the ram's soft fur and feeling his hard muscle against his. "Can't say I wouldn't either..." Quentin mumbled half-heartedly as he rolled his hips slightly against the bed. There was something about Keith that, even in normal circumstances, got him boiling hotly underneath his collar. He was quite a stud and wasn't afraid of showing off, which turned the zebra on fiercely.

"Damn right you would!" Keith smirked, hopping off the bed and jumping onto Quentin's bed, landing on top of the zebra and putting him in a loose headlock, his bulge grinding up against the zebra's rump as he did so. "Just imagine, the big bad zebra finally managing to dethrone the reigning champion of the wrestling club, and imagine just how damn hot it would be when you finally pin me down and grind that huge horse dick of yours up against my ass, just like this," he teased, thrusting against the clothed rump in front of him for effect.

Giving a chuckle mixed with a moan as he felt Keith's hips grinding down against him, Quentin gave a mock struggle in the ram's headlock and merely pushed back against Keith's hips in response. He could feel the wrestler bro's cock up against his cushiony rump, and he simply laid down on the bed and moved his hips against the ram's member curiously. It was much, much harder-feeling than his vibrator, and much longer. "Well, make sure to mark your calendar for sometime next week, because I am definitely going to flip the tables when you are least expecting it...It will be pleasurable for the both of us..." Quentin felt comfortable enough around Keith that he let a small purr come out of his voice, and he continued to fake struggle in Keith's purposefully weak headlock.

"Uh huh, suuuure, I'll just pencil that in after I eat my own jockstrap, because that's never going to happen!" Keith chuckled, releasing Quentin from the headlock and sitting up on the zebra's ass, as though it were a chair. "Shoot for the stars, as they say, but when you miss, do try to land in my bed, would you?" he winked down at the larger, more muscular male beneath him.

Giving a genuine laugh, Quentin tried to wiggle his way out from underneath Keith, but he found himself stuck underneath the pin. "Yeah, well I'll try not to land in another person's dorm room on my descent down from heaven. Just make sure not to have your dick pointed upward, since if I land on that, I would probably never be able to walk again, bro." The zebra gave a chuckle when he felt the ram's heavy member lightly graze over his back, and he arched his back, attempting to shake Keith off of him.

The ram slid off of him and laughed. "Says the zebra with a bigger dick than mine! I'll just try to lay on my bed face-down, so you can slam right on up inside me," he winked, swaying his hips slightly as he walked over toward his bed and took his shirt off, tossing it into the wash basket in his closet.

Quentin chuckled, getting up off his bed and stretching his back while watching the ram's back muscles flex underneath his fur. "God, he is so hot," Quentin thought to himself as he slowly took off his shirt as well, showing off his musclebound torso and washboard abs. Everything was coming along smoothly on his upper body; he would be able to wrestle in a higher weight class after the this semester for sure. Quentin noticed his reflection in the mirror, his brown eyes scanning over his right pec which bounced a bit when the cool air coming from one of the vents on the ceiling raced over his midnight black nipple.

"I'll make sure to be lubed up and ready too, bro. Don't want to stretch you too much on your first rodeo with me. You'll be able to call yourself a cowboy after I'm done with you," Quentin said with his warm, shy smile.

Keith smirked as he looked over his shoulder, his eyes drinking in the sight of the zebra's massive, perfect torso greedily. "Aren't you just the cutest? You actually think you'd be stretching me with that dick of yours. You wouldn't be the first horse I've ridden, though you're definitely the one I'd like to ride the most, bro," he winked, shaking his hips seductively.

Sticking out his tongue and sultrily walking forward, Quentin wrapped his large arms around the ram and pulled him close in an affectionate manner from behind. He began to playfully nibble on Keith's ears, a red blush across his face. "You are just so fun to be around. Can't believe I picked you to be the one to introduce me to the gay scene." Giving a playful giggle, the zebra gave the ram a soft kiss on the left side of his neck before recoiling a bit. "Oh uhhh...sorry about that, bro...I know we agreed on no kissing, but..."

Chuckling and waving it off, Keith just smiled, watching Quentin's reflection in the mirror hanging on the side of his closet. "Don't worry about it, bro. It was kinda cute," the ram replied, turning around in the zebra's arms and looking up into his best friend's brown eyes with his emerald greens. "I'm just excited that you actually let me introduce you to it in the first place! God, the sexual tension between us our sophomore year was just painful! Pretty sure I backed up the damn shower drains in the bathroom from jacking off so damn much, thinking about what you looked like naked," he laughed, reaching down and gently groping the equine's bulge, feeling along the outline of his semi-erect member. "Who'd have thought, just a few months later, I'd be regularly sucking off my best bro and getting sucked off in return! Now I just gotta ease you into the actual sex, then maybe sucker you into going with me to a leather club, or something. You know, really ease you into the whole gay culture thing, after you've experienced all the pleasures of being with a dude."

Giving a soft knicker, Quentin wrapped his arms around the ram's neck to pull him close, the rosy-red blush still across his face as he gave an embarrassed smile. "We literally had to use our plunger to push your loads down the drain. That was getting a bit much! I still remember when I first sucked you off, and you blew so much into me that I skipped supper due to protein overload. Thanks a lot for that one! I'm just glad you eat plenty of fruit, so you taste pretty good." Giving a laugh, Quentin nuzzled up against Keith's neck affectionately and inhaled, the scent making him feel warm and comfortable. There was something about the ram that always relaxed him. "And I really want to go to the club you suggested with that hot bull manager. From your stories, he seems like a hot number." When the zebra felt Keith begin to knead his balls, he gave a small knicker and shook his hips back and forth in his bro's grip with a cocky smirk.

"We'll go sometime, but for now, I think I wanna keep you all to myself," Keith smiled seductively up at his friend, reaching upward with his free hand and sliding his index finger down between the deep valley of the zebra's pectorals. "Perhaps give my bro the kind of worshipping a body like his deserves, hm?" he purred, leaning in a little closer.

Giving a grin, Quentin closed the distance between them further until his chest was right up against Keith's, and he slowly took his right arm out from around Keith's neck and snaked it down towards the crotch of the ram's gym shorts. Leaning forward until his head was up against Keith's and their lips were almost touching, the zebra began to breathe heavily, and he said, "I think that the best place for a ram after a good workout is on his knees, but...that's just my opinion."

Grinning right along with him, Keith slowly lowered himself down onto his knees, his hand trailing down the perfect mounds of Quentin's abs until his muzzle brushed up against the impressive bulge in the zebra's gym shorts. "You know, I think I'm inclined to agree. There's a very nice view down here, though I think these shorts are in the way," the ram commented, reaching up and grabbing the waistband of the shorts and pulling them down with a quick tug, revealing the packed jockstrap beneath. "Mmm, god, no matter how many times I see you wearing one of these, I always get so worked up!" Keith added, having to shift around on his knees in an attempt to adjust the uncomfortable tightness in his own underwear.

Quentin gave a small knicker while a heat flushed his cheeks, and he adjusted his posture before placing a timid hand on top of Keith's head to feel the hardness of his horns on the tips of his fingers. There was something so erotic about such a large, powerful male kneeling before him and nuzzling up against his jock that turned him on so fiercely. Bringing his right hoof upward, Quentin managed to snag it on the waistband of the ram's own tight gym shorts and began to press down on the material until the hem of his shorts were tucked underneath his bulge of his dark blue jockstrap. "Damn...I wish you were turned around right now, but that mouth of yours is too nice," Quentin admitted as the ram licked and sucked on the bulge in his opposing dark red jockstrap.

That made Keith look up with a grin on his lips. "Oh? The big bad zebra suddenly wants to dive headlong into sliding that cock of his up inside this poor, defenseless ram?" he teased. "You can get away with still being straight, according to the bro code, if it's just exchanging blowjobs, but you're gonna become as gay as me, if you go and slam that thick dick of yours into me," Keith winked jokingly. "Then again, suppose it's alright, so long as balls don't touch, right? THEN it's super gay."

Quentin chuckled, giving a low growl before pressing the bulge of his jock up against the ram's face. "Gay or not, I just like your mouth around my dick. I've been with several girls, but you suck better than all of them," Quentin admitted before reaching down towards one of his bro's small, soft ears and lightly feeling it in his hands. The fur felt soft against the tips of his fingers, and he added, "Plus, it's not like you care about bro code. You just like being on your knees for d-dudes."

Snorting with laughter, Keith shrugged. "Well, you're not wrong. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't at least a little bit of a slut when it comes to sucking off guys. However, I've always tried to honor the code in regards to you, bro. I mean, you could have totally turned on me and beat the shit out of me when I came out to you, but instead you embraced me and the lifestyle, and now I've got my face in your crotch, about to suck you off better than any female ever could, because I'm a pro like that, and I know what guys like," he winked. "I owe you a lifetime of blowjobs for being the best bro I could ever have, far as I'm concerned."

Quentin wiped away a bit of saliva from his mouth at the thought of a lifetime of blowjobs, and he reached down to his jock to let out his cock from the cloth prison it was trapped in. The massive black member was free quickly and flopped up before slapping against his abs and falling back down on top of Keith's muzzle. A clear line of pre moved across the ram's nose, and Quentin smiled warmly before saying, "Well, you can start your lifetime of blowjobs right here and now, because I would like to cash in! And I couldn't beat up a h-handsome face, such as yours. Can't believe I was drunk enough to make out with you that night, too..." Quentin could still fondly remember Keith's adventurous hands working down his jeans that night in the back alley behind a bar and how it was the start of their more intimate relationship.

"Twenty shots and a few beers will do that to ya," Keith laughed, leaning down and inhaling the scent at the base of his best friend's cock deeply, a musky, yet clean and masculine aroma that pushed every possible button inside of him. Not wasting a second, he extended his tongue and slowly licked up along the underside of the equine's massive manhood, then swirled his tongue around on the flared tip, tasting some precum oozing from the tip. "I'm glad you were that drunk, bro," he winked. "Started the sexiest friendship I've ever had, not to mention how it made us super close after we were done making out, and I had your load safely stored away in my stomach."

Shivering, the zebra wrapped his hand around the ram's right horn and slowly pushed him into his balls, quivering in pleasure whenever Keith got the hint and started to lick his left and right orbs affectionately.

"That was such a hot night, bro. Temperature-wise, and well...otherwise. I've never had someone swallow until that night. It kind of...surprised me...ohhhh...." Quentin's legs trembled as Keith began licking up the underside of his large, black cock before giving the flared tip a kiss with a devilish smile. "Dude, you are too good at that," Quentin added with a hiss. "Almost lost my load right there."

Keith smirked and looked up at Quentin. "Don't go blowing your load just yet, stud! I wanna get this whole thing down my throat before you go doin' that!" Without another word, the ram leaned down and took the head of the black cock into his mouth, fondling the zebra's slick orbs with his hands as he slowly slid his mouth further down on the cock, sliding inch after inch into his throat, soon hitting the medial ring halfway down its thick length.

"Oh fuck, bro..." Quentin moaned, his head tilting towards the ceiling with a blissful expression across his muzzle as Keith's velvet mouth wrapped tightly around his pulsing, throbbing cock. Quentin looked downward to see Keith smiling ear to ear and looking up to him as he engulfed more and more of the zebra's member until Quentin felt warm breath brushing against his groin, his whole maleness engulfed inside the ram's mouth.

Rolling his hips experimentally to hear the slick sounds of saliva being pushed around, along with a small gag from the ram, Quentin chuckled and said, "Sorry, dude, didn't mean to gag ya."

Clearly unable to respond, Keith simply reached up and squeezed Quentin's powerful thighs tenderly as he slowly pulled off of the cock halfway before lowering himself right back down on it, the ram's throat bulging from the sheer amount of equine cock sliding down it.

Giving a hiss in response, Quentin closed his eyes and spread his legs apart. His tail flicked up against his ass, and he wiggled his hips to the right and to the left, as if testing Keith's resolve before beginning to start to really roll them forward into the ram's tight, warm mouth.

"Oh god, dude," Quentin moaned, his mouth opening up in lust before he bit his lower lip. "Yeah, suck on my cock, bro," the zebra added under his breath with a blush across his face. For some reason, Keith had a way of pulling out his dirty and kinky side. There was something about just talking to the ram sexually, and how Keith just let him say what was on his mind that turned him on even more. Looking down, Quentin noticed Keith's member was throbbing out in front, the dark blue pouch a soaking mess of pre as it twitched and spasmed in its cloth prison. The zebra stared at it as Keith continued to slurp noisily on his shaft, which only spurred Quentin closer and closer to his climax, even though they practically started a few minutes ago.

They'd been in this situation enough times in the last year that Quentin knew exactly how good Keith was at sucking cocks, and especially when it came to sucking on his best bro's cock. It was like the ram put every fiber of his being into pleasuring the zebra as best he could, and it showed, because Quentin never seemed to last more than five minutes with the masterful mouth of his best bro around his thick manhood.

Keith had his eyes partway closed, looking like he was drunk on the flavor of zebra cock, and he moaned softly around the meat in his mouth, the moans sending small vibrations up Quentin's length that only added to the immense pleasure the ram was giving him.

"Mmmm, goddamn..." Quentin hissed as he thrusted his hips into Keith's mouth a bit faster. "You're the best bro, dude. Fuck yeah..." Quentin would have been surprised at his dirty talk, if he paid attention to what he was saying, but he was too busy melting in the pleasure that Keith was providing him. Moving his hoof over to Keith, the zebra began to fiddle with the bulge in Keith's jockstrap and felt the precum on his hoof.

Shivering, Quentin said out loud, "Fuck, I wonder what you taste like after a workout, bro." He didn't mean to let the comment slip, and realizing what he said, his ears fell downward as Keith continued to slurp and suck as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The zebra knew the ram heard the comment, because his bro's ears flicked upward excitedly.

Slowly and teasingly, Keith slid off of his bro's long, black cock and smirked up at him. "We can sixty-nine, if you want," he suggested, standing up and wiping his mouth. "Might be a little awkward, since you're bigger than me, in more ways than one, but I'm sure I can make it work. Besides..." the ram blushed, slowly stroking Quentin's cock, "it would be crazy hot watching you thrust down into my throat while you sucked me off."

"I...uhh...I...umm," Quentin floundered as he tried to look for the right words, but the way his maleness throbbed in Keith's hands, it was just begging for attention, and he had to admit that he was curious about what Keith's monster of a cock would taste like at that moment.

"Yeah...I think that would be fun. I mean, it doesn't hurt to try, right?" Quentin said with a shy smile, as if trying to rationalize his feelings to Keith vocally. His ears flicked innocently before he asked, "Where should we do this?"

Keith smiled and led Quentin by the cock over to his bed. "Well, your goal is to find out what I taste like after the gym, so why not go for the whole experience and suck my cock on a bed covered in my scent, hm?" he grinned, letting go of the zebra's manhood and sliding back onto his bed before laying down on it. "Though, you wanna help me out of this jockstrap and the rest of my pants? Someone's quite eager to see you."

Grabbing Keith's shorts, the zebra pulled them off of the ram's body and almost ripped off Keith's jockstrap from his body along with them. Almost comically, his bro's pendulous member flopped out along with a string of pre as it stood at attention. Quentin was surprised he could even get the shorts off with the ram's maleness basically acting like a speed bump. The round, large orbs that hung between Keith's legs were icing on the cake as Keith gave Quentin that handsome, charming smile while reaching forward to idly stroke his dick.

Giving a chuckle, Quentin reached forward to pull the ram's jockstrap the rest of the way off of his body somewhat unceremoniously and looked it over. The top of the waistband simply said "Bleater Boi" in bright white letters, and it smelled like Keith. Not like the zebra was complaining, as he took it and put it up against his nose to give it a quick whiff. Keith knew about Quentin's fetish for musk, and he watched with a chuckle as his bro's maleness throbbed between his legs as he inhaled the thick scent. The zebra used his free hand that wasn't clutching the jock to pull down his own before stepping out of it, his body completely naked now.

"You gonna just sniff that all night, or are you gonna smell the source of that musk?" Keith asked, chuckling softly and grinning. "At least take another step forward, so I can wrap my lips around that cock of yours, if you're gonna keep that up!"

Pulling away from the jock with a euphoric look on his face, Quentin sauntered forward before climbing up on Keith's bed and straddling his thighs. The zebra gave a small grin before taking another sniff of the ram's jock and said, "Come on...let me have my fun." Giving a grin, Quentin turned around until his back was facing the ram and his muscular ass was almost in Keith's face.

Scooting backward towards Keith, the zebra backed up until he felt Keith's warm breath tickling against his most sensitive areas and lifted up his hips until his black horse cock dangled over Keith's mouth teasingly. Warm, wet pre dripped onto the ram's face, as if marking him, and Quentin leaned forward to admire Keith's own maleness.

"You smell so much better than the jock, bro," Quentin said dreamily as he leaned forward to nuzzle up against the ram's endowment.

"Mmm, not half as good as you, bro," the ram replied, taking Quentin's cock into his mouth once more and sucking half of it down as he leaned upward to get as much in as he could in this position, though he'd need the zebra's help, if he was going to get any more than half of it down his throat.

"Fuck....." Quentin said through clenched teeth before he naturally rolled his hips forward and back into the sweet, warm embrace of Keith's mouth with a lewd slurp. As if instinctively, Quentin wrapped his mouth around the tip of the ram's cock, nursing it lovingly before starting to move down the shaft ever so slowly.

The taste was pleasant, and the light musk and manly scent only added to the flavor. Quentin moaned like a slut as he inhaled the ram's thick cock, gagging a bit and having to back off for a moment. Quentin's eyes were starting to close as he hypnotically began to bob his head like how Keith was doing to his own maleness, and he attempted the same moves as the ram; swirling his tongue around the tip of Keith's member, licking up and down the shaft, and sucking on just the head before engulfing it into his muzzle. The zebra's grip on Keith's jock loosened, and he found himself getting lower and lower, taking more and more of his bro's shaft into his muzzle with less and less trouble.

Once the zebra's mouth wrapped around the base of Keith's cock, the ram let out a half-bleat, half-moan as pleasure as Quentin successfully sucked down his entire manhood, something his bro rarely ever accomplished, but when he did, it was practically an orgasm in and of itself. Since Keith rarely ever topped the guys he was with, he rarely got to feel something wrapping around his cock so perfectly and tightly in its entirety.

Reaching up with eyes that looked drunk on his bro's flavor and musk, Keith gripped the zebra's rear firmly and pulled him down towards his head, forcing the entire shaft down his throat and burying his nose in the striped equine's musky,striped balls, making them both moan in pleasure and ecstasy.

Shivering and shaking, Quentin felt his climax fast approaching and his balls pull up against body almost instantly. He did the same as Keith, taking him down to the hilt and gagging a bit as he did so. Beginning to bob his head faster and faster, Quentin moaned longfully as his balls pulled up to his body. He tried to warn Keith by letting out a slutty moan and hoped to god that the stud knew what was coming. Reaching forward, Quentin gripped Keith's balls in his hand softly as his own scrunched up towards his body, readying to drop their contents into his bro's throat.

Keith felt the balls tensing up on his muzzle, and he knew all too well what was coming. The second Quentin bellowed in pleasure around his cock, he was already swallowing, guzzling down his best bro's cum hungrily as he'd done numerous times before, always impressed by the sheer amount the horse managed to produce. Something about the sensation of knowing he was being filled with his bro's cum flipped a switch within Keith, combined with the skilled mouth around his cock, and soon, he was moaning as he tried to swallow the last of Quentin's load while his own load exploded from his cock unexpectedly and began filling up the larger male's mouth.

Recoiling almost instantly before giving a moan, Quentin swallowed some of Keith's load before giving a loud gag and moved off of Keith's cock for a long breath of air. Reaching forward, Quentin stroked his bro's cock, pressing his face up against the ram's spewing member as cum rained down on him and onto his muzzle, and he moaned and gyrated his hips against Keith's mouth. He never came so hard in his life, and he felt as if he was giving Keith everything as jet after jet of white hot cum shot down the ram's throat. Sticking out his tongue, Quentin caught several of Keith's offerings over his tongue before he let the ram's climax go off over his muzzle and cover him in a layer of fresh ram seed.

"Fuck me, bro," Quentin commented. "How much do you cum? You're still going!"

Keith was hardly in a position to answer the question, but he smirked, and he tried to focus on his breathing, the massive zebra cock still balls-deep down his throat. He did, however, at least manage a throaty chuckle as he swallowed one final time to get the last of Quentin's load where it belonged: in his stomach.

"Oh...right. Let me help with that..." Quentin said with a smirk as he slowly moved his hips upward until his cock popped out of the ram's mouth. Quentin gave a long sigh as Keith licked and nuzzled up against his wet, warm maleness and shivered when he felt his balls being licked and worshipped. The zebra licked his lips, still tasting the musk and cum of his recent efforts, and he gave a chuckle. "God, that was like four days of saving up right there. I really needed that..."

"Four days? Shit, bro, I've really been slacking! I should be doing this to you every single day! I swear, I would be a happy dude if I could suck a dick like yours all the time," Keith chuckled as he licked a lagging bead of cum from Quentin's flared cockhead. "And get sucked by a mouth as amazing as yours. I mean, sure, I was a little backed-up too, but you got me off pretty fast, considering I'd been working on yours for far longer than you worked on mine!"

Quentin chuckled, looking over his shoulder, his tail flicking excitedly. "You are just so insatiable...and I love it" Turning around, Quentin went back to straddling Keith's thighs and felt the ram's member right in between his muscular rump. "But yeah, I could tell you were backed up. It's all over my face, dude! Feel like one of those abstract paintings in an art show."

"Difference being that I don't get rock-hard from looking at a painting, but I could totally look at the work of art straddling my hips every hour of every day," Keith winked. "For real, bro, your body is a masterpiece, and you look so damn good covered in my cum like that! Almost makes me wanna lick it off."

Chuckling, Quentin gave a blush and flexed his muscles as he leaned forward. Cum was still dripping down his face and over his chest, and he whipped his right hand around to grasp Keith's jockstrap.

With the article of clothing in hand, the zebra wiped his face off with it, his eyes fluttering as he inhaled Keith's hearty musk before holding it out towards the ram with a grin and said, "Here's your five star meal...unless you want to take it from the source?" Quentin gave a cheeky grin as he leaned forward, his cheek right up against his bro's own.

The ram just rolled his eyes. "Keep teasing me like that, and I'll make you eat my jockstrap," he chuckled, leaning up slightly and licking a stray strand of cum off of his bro's face. "Hmm, not half bad," Keith added, licking his lips. "Not half as good as yours, but I suppose it's good enough to at least hold a candle to yours."

"Flattery? You are too cute, bro," Quentin said, sticking out his tongue before leaning forward and kissing Keith on the lips. Reaching upward, Quentin stroked the ram's right cheek lovingly, almost as if they were boyfriends, rather than fuckbuddies. Their lips smacked together softly as they kissed, and the zebra knickered pleasantly when he felt a hand on his own cheek. Breaking away, Quentin gave an embarrassed chuckle.

"Sorry...I don't know why I did that, but...umm..."

Keith was blushing beneath his brownish fur, and he scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed. "I don't know why I returned the kiss either, so it's all good. Just kinda felt nice, I guess. Been forever since I've had a romantic connection with a guy, and I know it's been almost as long since you've had that from a lady," he shrugged. "We already scratch plenty of each other's itches, so what's one more thing, right?"

"I....yeah..." Quentin said with a chuckle and a blush before leaning in and giving Keith another kiss on the lips. "I'm sorry. I should have warned you, or...something. Your lips are just so soft, and they're nice to make out with and to just kind of...enjoy, I guess." Quentin did not know where this confession was coming from, but it felt as if his stomach was full of bubbles, and he was having trouble thinking about what he wanted to say. It was especially hard whenever he looked into Keith's eyes to see them looking back at him all sparkly.

The ram smiled brightly and gave Quentin a quick peck on the lips. "It'll be even better if I can seduce you into fucking me good and hard with that big cock of yours," he winked, reaching down and teasing the zebra's somehow still hard member.

"Dude, as long as I get off again like that, I'm interested," Quentin said with a grin before nuzzling up against Keith affectionately. "And if an ass is everything that you have said it is, then I'm intrigued. You seem eager, too." Quentin felt the head of his cock get played with by Keith's nimble fingers and shivered as it throbbed and pulsed out in front of him.

"How could I not be eager? I've only been dreaming of this thick horse cock of yours slamming into me for the last few years, ever since we met!" Keith laughed. "What can I say, I've developed a bit of a taste for horses."

Quentin gave a chuckle, his teeth showing as he gave a warm smile. "And I've developed a taste for ram. You are just always so insatiable, and I love it. What did that one daddy that you told me about call you like a week ago? My little bleater?" Quentin gave a lewd smirk and leaned down to nuzzle affectionately against Keith's neck.

The ram blushed at hearing Quentin bring up his newest nickname. "Yeah...Daddy's little bleater," he chuckled lightly. "At first, I thought it was a little demeaning, but then I realized it was a huge, bearish dude calling me that, so then I swooned and ended up in bed with him. He made it pretty clear that he only had eyes for another guy, though, so it wasn't gonna go anywhere romantic between he and I, but I was totally cool with that. I mean, who am I to turn down an older man who's crazy hot and wants to fuck me? Imagine my shock when he mentioned he'd like to become my master! I hopped right back on his cock for round four!" Keith laughed.

"Though I like your cock more," Keith added with a wink. "Flared head, medial ring, long, thick, and black? Literally everything I could ever want sliding deep inside me. Just don't tell him that I said that," he laughed again.

Quentin chuckled and gave Keith a small kiss on the lips. "I won't tell him that, as long as you don't tell him. I would rather not become a bottom for a muscle daddy as punishment. That may not be the most proper introduction to the gay community. He sounds like a keeper, though, but I'm sure that my dashing good looks and body will win you over." Giving a cocky grin, Quentin began to grind up against Keith's cock with his rump. "Though...I wouldn't mind being a bottom for you at least once, like, sometime later, when I get used to topping, or something. Never tried it, but I have been curious."

That got an amused raised eyebrow from the ram beneath him. "Oh really now? You always struck me as a total top, bro! Kinda hot to find out that I was wrong," Keith grinned, giving a light thrust upward against the zebra's rump. "Well, until that day comes, I'm all yours to fuck into oblivion, whenever you want it, bro. None of the dudes at the gym I've managed to hook up with have anywhere close to the body or equipment you've got, so let's see if you've got what it takes to claim this ass, hm?" Underneath Quentin, he squirmed around a little, grinding his hips against the zebra's rump.

"Well, you are going to have to knock it off with all that humping, so I can get off of ya and get to that sexy ass of yours," Quentin stated with a pant and a grin. Getting up off of Keith, Quentin maneuvered himself until he was kneeling in front of Keith's legs and reached forward to grip his ankles. He hoisted his bro's legs up onto his shoulders before moving forward until his cock was positioned right against Keith's hole. His flared member rubbed right against the sensitive, tight opening, and Quentin was already leaking pre at the thought of sinking inside of his best friend and lover. "You are like a bucking bronco, and now it's time for your rider to mount up."

Keith snorted with laughter, trying to fight it, but failing as he laughed loudly. "Bro, that was so lame!" the ram laughed, his muscular stomach flexing tightly as he tried to regain his composure. "Like something right out of a damn porno or some dude's gay fanfiction! But...I suppose I have to admit it's kinda hot that you're trying to talk dirty to me. Keep it up, bro! Oh, and there's a bottle of lube hidden behind the stack of books on my desk. Might want that, since I doubt my spit and your jizz are gonna be enough to help me take this monster dick of yours!"

Quentin rolled his eyes, moving away from the ram for a moment to grab the lube before returning and pushing his member up against the ram's. Their warmth was exchanged between one another, and Quentin squeezed out a healthy helping of lube onto his right hand before squeezing a nice line of lube along the top of his cock, as if he was spreading ketchup onto a hot dog. Reaching down with his right hand, Quentin frotted with his lover, the squelching of spit, lube, and now somewhat dried cum from their previous session mixed together with a slick, dirty squelching sound.

"Oh come on, I can't believe you don't appreciate my dirty talk! I thought you would be used to it by now. Gotta say that you somehow bring it out of me, though." Reaching down with his left hand, Quentin began to idly grope Keith's ass and spread his cheeks apart while feeling the muscle against his hand.

The ram's body shivered slightly as their cocks slid across each other along with the strong grip of the zebra's hand. "Oh I fuckin' love your dirty talk, bro!" Keith replied with a smirk. "I dunno what it is, but I can't help myself when a guy starts getting all dominant and takes control of things in the bedroom! Mmmf, no matter how many times we've done this, it always feels so damn amazing, even if your dick's bigger than mine," he commented, biting back a small moan that almost left his lips when the striped equine's fingers slid perfectly across his sensitive cockhead, sending a jolt of pleasure rocketing up through his body.

Quentin gave a low chuckle, his eyes sparkling at seeing Keith shivering and shaking as he stroked both of their cocks before letting go of their members and moving his fingers down to Keith's hole. He rubbed around the rim, teasing the ram with that handsome, charming smirk until he painstakingly slowly pushed his index finger into the ram. "And I love when you beg. It just drives me wild. You are so hot when you whimper and squirm, dude. Don't know why, but that is what makes me want to fuck ya even harder."

Between the zebra's words and the finger slowly sliding deeper into him, this time, the moan escaped Keith's mouth, and he blushed bright red as he inwardly and foolishly hoped that Quentin hadn't heard that. "Hey, I ain't ashamed of being a bottom, and I'll be the first to tell you that I love a good, hard fuck from time to time that makes me unable to lay still!" he smiled sheepishly. "And hey, I only begged for you to suck me off that one time. Every other time since then has been totally mutual, and I reciprocated every last one!" Keith panted as Quentin's finger slid down to the lowest knuckle, the entire digit fully inserted in his pulsating hole, the muscle trying and failing to repel the foreign invader.

Quentin merely added a second finger to combat the resistance, spreading Keith a little bit wider and getting a small mew out of the lamb as he spread out his legs. Quentin pressed against the ram's prostate and watched his lover's cock throb hard as he slid his fingers in and out of Keith's hole.

"You are just such a fun guy, bro. I would say that comes from your natural need to please, and an ass this tight shouldn't be left to just be eye candy. You should be a stripper, bro! People would pay to see ya in a thong or something," Quentin said with a blush as Keith gave a small moan which made his cock throb and made a jet of pre squirt against the ram's thigh.

Squirming slightly, Keith replied, "Heh, you'd like that, wouldn't ya? Guys stuff singles in my thong, and you get to be in my dressing room after the show to fuck me until I can't walk straight. Glad you think I'm hot enough to be something like that, though, bro. I worked hard for this body, and I'm happy you like what you see!" As he spoke, the ram's hands slid up along Quentin's thighs lightly, just feeling the short fur running across his fingers and finding it oddly soothing. "Now, fuck me, before I have to really start beggin' ya, bro! I can handle you...I think."

Quentin chuckled and shuffled forward, the tip of his cock swaying back and forth, and he unceremoniously pulled his fingers out of Keith before replacing them with the tip of his cock before Keith's hole could tighten. Hearing the soft groan from Keith as he removed his fingers, followed by the quick gasp, made Quentin shiver as his muscles flexed menacingly above his lover. "Mmmmm, I can feel you squeezing around me, bro. Seems like you can handle me after all! And God would I love to fuck you after you strip...You'd probably be all sweaty, like after your workouts." Quentin gave a long, blissful sigh as he slowly rolled his hips forward and let his cock sink deeper inside of Keith.

Keith moaned blissfully as the thick manhood rubbed against his inner walls as it slid deeper into him, sinking between his tan and white, muscular cheeks, and he panted as he looked up at Quentin. "Ask me nicely, and maybe I'll...mmmf....put on a show for you later, and you can fuck me right after I get all hot and sweaty, bro! Can't wait to watch you get all hot and sweaty from fuckin' me, that's for sure, dude!"

Quentin gave what sounded like a low knicker that turned into a pleasant rumble as he pushed deeper and deeper into Keith. "Fuck, you don't know how much that idea turns me on," Quentin whispered. "Would love you to give me a lap dance and then you ride me..." Quentin pushed ever onward, not even realizing his medial ring slipped quickly and without any strain into Keith. The ram simply moaned, clutching onto the sheets as Quentin's hands gripped his ankles with a tad more strength.

"Sounds good to me, bro!" Keith moaned, wiggling his rump against the cock inside of him. "C'mon, slide the rest of that beast in me! I wanna see my damn abs bulge outward from how much of your cock is in my ass!" the ram begged, letting out a slightly sluttier moan right after.

"Oh fuck, bro," Quentin moaned out as he rolled his hips with needy force behind them to push the rest of his cock deep into Keith's insides. Quentin's eyes nearly rolled back into his skull as the ram squeezed around him, and he held up Keith's legs in the air, as if to present every curve and contour to his hungry eyes. The ram's chest flexed and convulsed, and Quentin's balls soon rested against his lover's rump comfortably. The zebra gave a knicker, and his tail slapped his rump.

"Dude, I want to cum in you so bad. You are so tight..." The lube did its job; squelching out of Keith noisily and lewdly as the zebra began to pull back ever so slowly. "A-am I hitting your prostate?"

Letting out a gasp mixed with a moan, Keith nodded quickly, his breathing getting heavier. "R-right there! Your medial ring brushes right up against it, and...goddamn that feels amazing. Bro, I want you to fuck me until you fill up this bleater's ass with so much zebra cum that I have to go work out right afterward in order to work off the gut you've given me!" he moaned lewdly. "Heh, I can dream, but for real, don't you dare pull out of me before you're empty! I've waited too long for this to have you blow your load all over me instead of inside me!"

"Oh fuck, bro," Quentin whispered. "C-can I go faster, dude? My balls already feel like they are about to burst. You are literally shaking, and it's turning me on so much." Quentin gave a long moan as he didn't even wait for Keith to respond, and he started to see-saw his cock in and out of Keith's hole. His balls began to make a light slapping sound as he hilted over and over inside of Keith, and he found himself rolling his hips ever so sensually. "God, you feel so good. I can't wait to fill you up."

"That makes two of us," Keith panted. "Yeah, go faster. I'm sure I can take you at your fastest and hardest, bro! I'm a tough ram like that," he half-chuckled, half-moaned as he reached up and gripped Quentin's pecs firmly, massaging them and thumbing his nipples at the same time, smirking when they instantly grew hard.

"Oh God, dude...don't stop pinching them," Quentin moaned out as his nipples were caught between Keith's index fingers and thumbs. There was something about the act that turned him on fiercely and made him start speeding up his thrusts faster and faster until his balls were colliding with Keith's ass with a rapid, harsh slapping sound.

"Dude, you're squeezing around me so much...I-I am already getting close," Quentin said, gritting his teeth as his cock pistoned in and out of Keith's hole. There was a slick squelching sound from the mixture of the lube, precum, and Keith's spit as Quentin put more power behind his thrusts and watched with a blush as the ram's body wiggled and squirmed underneath him. The way Keith's muscles flexed and wobbled only turned him on further, and the cheap dorm bed started to creak and shake underneath them.

Keith was nearing his own climax at this point, and he'd gotten distracted from pinching his best friend's nipples as wave after wave of pleasure shot through him like lightning. "F-ffuuuuuck yes, bro! Fuck me as hard as you can, dude! I wanna be able to file a report with the RA that my bed broke for some 'unknown' reason!" the ram moaned, grinning with one eye open while the other was closed from the sheer pleasure of their mating. "Fill my ass, bro!"

"D-duuuuuude, my balls are on fire! Oh God, bro....I'm getting so close!" Quentin practically shouted as sweat dripped down from his body and rolled down his form as he fucked his best friend. Quentin's balls began to pull up to his body, and the familiar tingle began to trace down his spine. It felt as if there was a white hot heat building up inside of him, and Quentin grit his teeth as he let his body fall forward. He felt Keith's legs wrap around his torso, and Quentin blushed as his lips brushed up against Keith's as he closed his eyes and lost himself in the pleasure.

"Bro...I'm about to cum...I-I'm about to..."

In a loud neigh, Quentin hilted himself inside of Keith's tight entrance one last time before letting the pressure buildup go. His long, thick black cock pulsed and throbbed inside of Keith, letting out jet after jet of fresh, hot zebra jizz right into Keith's waiting body. Quentin's body shook and tensed as he breathed warm air across Keith's lips, filling up his lover to the brim and giving him even more with each passing second.

The ram let out a moan of his own as he was filled to bursting, and he wrapped his arms around behind Quentin's neck and kissed him deeply, slipping his tongue inside the zebra's mouth as his own balls pulled up. His moan grew to a climax with his lips pressed tightly against the zebra's own, and his cock throbbed as it unleashed a few short bursts of cum followed by three larger blasts that streaked up his pecs and abs, feeling warm on his fur as Keith painted his already white-furred chest and stomach with even more white. He tried not to, but as his orgasm surged through him, and Quentin's orgasm surged into him, Keith's fingernails dug into the zebra's shoulders as he rode out the mind-blowingly intense pleasure, the two athletic frat bros basking in the pleasure of their shared climaxes.

Quentin groaned as he felt Keith's climax explode between them, and he merely kissed the ram harder as he grinded up against his best friend turned lover. "Mmmmphhhh," Quentin moaned into the kiss as their lips smacked together. He could feel his flare still expanding inside of the ram, even though he had nothing more to give, and he began to rub his lover's cheek with his left hand while exploring Keith's bulging left bicep with his right hand. There was something about feeling up Keith's muscles that he never got tired of. He would never admit it, but he had always wanted to kneel down in front of his best friend and just worship him. It was one of his dirtiest fantasies.

Eventually, the two broke the kiss a sticky, hot, and panting mess. Quentin grinned down at Keith, his cock still hard and throbbing inside of his friend and his climax slowing down to a trickle inside of Keith. "Fuuuuuuck, dude. Don't think I will ever have to cum again with the way you milked my balls, bro."

Keith smirked at the praise, blushing wildly. "Well shit, guess I did my job a little too well then, huh, bro?" he laughed. "Because I want you to cum inside me again and again, until your balls are screaming at you to stop. And then, once they've refilled, slam that dick right back in me and unload in me some more," the ram added with a seductive tone to his voice as his arms slowly unwrapped from around Quentin's neck and he slowly stroked a finger across the zebra's lower lip. "Sorry about the kiss, though. Don't know quite what came over me in the heat of the moment, just really wanted to shove my tongue down a throat when I came."

Quentin gave a small chuckle and blushed shyly. "What if I...told you I kind of liked it when you nearly gagged me with your tongue just now?" The zebra reached forward and stroked Keith's right cheek again, adjusting himself inside the ram and hearing a small squelching sound as cum ran down the ram's inner thigh and onto the bed. Looks like he would be helping the ram with laundry tomorrow. Leaning forward, Quentin kissed Keith on the lips softly before slowly and cautiously adding his tongue into the mix. He wrestled with the ram's tongue for a moment before pulling away with an embarrassed blush.

"And maybe I would like it even more to...fuck you until I am shooting blanks," Quentin said with a dirty smirk as he began to roll his hips back and forth slowly and teasingly.

That just got a huge grin out of the ram. "I love you so goddamn much, bro. You're the best bro I could ever ask for! Hot as hell, beast in bed, and likes a bit of passion tossed in there with the otherwise savage fucking. Stop being so damn perfect, bro!" Keith chuckled.

"Shut it, dude," Quentin said with a chuckle. "You are fucking hot, you have a gorgeous ass, and...a really nice personality. Love hearing you moan, bro." The zebra gave a smirk as he looked for the ram's prostate, and his smirk grew wider when Keith gave a small moan and rolled back against him. "Oh...seems I found your prostate again, dude. You are so hot when you put your hands behind your head, by the way."

"What, like this?" Keith asked, putting his hands behind his head and grinning up at his best friend as he flexed his pecs, bouncing them slightly. "Keep flattering me like that, and I'll wanna keep you all to myself, rather than taking you to a club to meet people and explore the scene," he winked jokingly.

Quentin gave a warm smile down at Keith as he leaned his body forward to brush the tip of his muzzle up against Keith's once again and began to roll his hips slowly and sensually, as if they were rocking on a boat; a complete opposite to their beastial rutting earlier. "Oh? Well, the way you were flattering me earlier made me think that I was your number one...and maybe that can happen, but..."

Quentin's expression turned a bit sour, as if he bit into something displeasing, and continued to roll his hips against Keith as if nothing happened. "Well, let's just enjoy ourselves for now, before we consider something like that. You okay with something a bit slower? I want to enjoy every part of you." Quentin made his way down to Keith's neck and licked up it lovingly before moving down to one of his nipples and giving it a tender bite.

Keith blushed and smiled up at the zebra who was like a brother to him. "With you, bro? I'd love that. You'll always be my number one."