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Dim, golden sunlight still filled the clearing around the lake in the forestry, if only for another hour or so. Everything was starting to get darker, though: anything away from the campfire certainly did, and what was close was washed out in orange and yellow. Not that that affected much, since the area was filled with dirt, the crinkled dead leaves shed and swept here by the wind, and the logs - large for seating, small for fuel - encircling the lasting ring of light. The lake's surface rippled in the same light breeze that shifted the branches of the trees.

Tents had been put up around the campfire; some markings of the previous outing were still visible. This time, there weren't as much contents in the tents. Fewer personal items, just sleeping bags and pillows to sleep off the tail-end of the night. Tufts of fur were still caught in the zippers of the sleeping bags. More fur was inside them, and the tent; a lot had gotten stuck in there, pulled off by sticking to the sticky stains that had formed from absorbed fluid. There seemed to be little care put to their state, almost as if more of the same behaviour that got them into that state would be happening again soon.

The cooler also returned. There was still more than enough alcohol for four grown men to stay refreshed and get at least a little inebriated. Unlike last time, there were fewer snacks: most of the snacks from last time had not been touched during the previous night's festivities. The only change there was in substance, with the cooler also containing some meat that could - using the right equipment - be cooked over the campfire.

Tonight was due to be crisper than the last time, as autumn started to settle in; it would, however, be just as clear. Another full moon was in the sky, a silvery fat eye in the sky, leering down to the men around the campfire. Twinkling stars would soon be sparkling, once the sky turned into an inky black. That would be happening soon, going by the rapid pace of the sun towards the horizon.

Liam was leaning back, rubbing his bare chest. He always enjoyed the feeling of his chest hair - or, even better, his fur - on his fingers. Sprawling right next to the fire, he was able to shrug off the occasional singeing spark that landed on him. His boots were off: left ankle resting on his right knee, bent upwards with his sole aimed at Miles. In the tents were sleeping bags for two other guys, but Charlie and Scott had headed off earlier, taking only a flashlight. They hadn't even taken clothes, able to shrug off the cold. Clothes would just become cumbersome once their changes started again, as well as what they intended on doing during and afterwards their transformations. Liam couldn't blame them.Looking forward to some of that myself.

"No." Miles's answer was flat and direct, punctuated with another swig of his beer. He stared off at the horizon. Liam noticed that the big guy was intently not looking at him, which was quite amusing. "I told you. No more of that gay shit. Just beer and a chance to unwind. Nothing else." He added, with a growl, "You owe me that much after last time."

"Last time you seemed to have fun," Liam observed, showing off his teeth a little. Some of it - the real juicy bits - he'd gotten out of Scott later once they went back to campus. A lot of the rest he'd been around to see for himself, some he played a more active role than just a witness. Memories of that night came easily: he loved doing this, and - it turned out - loved introducing it to other guys just as much.You made a hot badger. Don't recall you turning down anything that was offered to you. A hand. A mouth. An ass.

"That was different." Miles jerked his left thumb off into the forest. It was the direction Charlie and Scott had headed earlier. After being "introduced" to each other, they had started hooking up once they had gone back to their human lives. Both had been eager to come back for another night of wild fun: one night just wasn't enough time to try everything. Miles concluded, "I ain't like_them_."

Yeah, I heard it all before. I couldn't get off on my own. Scott said so. It was just the curse. It was just the hormones of being turned into a badger. Badgers must be horny bastards. Blah blah blah. Liam just didn't get why Miles was so uptight, especially after what had happened. His nostrils twitched, smelling Miles's lies. Even though he hadn't gone off to transform yet, the many changes and reversions from man to animal that Liam had made seemed to have left a mark on his human body. Under the pervasive scent of the smoke from the fire, he could easily smell Miles's strong, sweaty, worker musk. It was that same jonesing-for-sex smell that had prompted him to ask Miles to come out in the first place. It's clear you liked it, and you want to do it again. The truth is, you wouldn't have come out here again if you didn't want to fuck. You were just banking on Scott wanting you _._ You must have enjoyed filling that boy up, huh?

"You don't have to be," Liam noted. "Nobody's asking you to fly any rainbow flags or anything like that. It's just_fun_. Come out with the guys, drink, get some relief. Enjoy getting out of your skin for a while." Reaching up, he scratched at the stubble covering his face. "Don't get so hung up on stuff. You need to relax more. It's not good being so uptight."

"I ain't like them," Miles repeated. Liam still didn't buy it, but wasn't going to say anything yet. Miles shifted about on the log: if asked, Liam was certain, he would claim it was just to get comfortable, but he was clearly starting to get at least a little aroused over the memories he had of that night.

"Well,I am," Liam said, deciding he wasn't going to wait any longer. Curling upwards, he sprung easily to his feet, and started to pull off his pants. His mouth twitched a little, noticing where Miles's eyes lingered before he - once again - looked away. "I'm going to go change, and come back. Just in case you change your mind. Catch you later."

The hunting lodge wasn't too far from where they camped. Under normal circumstances, it would have made sense to spend the night there instead of in tents. They didn't, namely because people who did spend the night there tended to become a bit wolfish before the night was over. Not that I wouldn't mind hanging out with a pack of wolves. I should do that sometime. Maybe I should have done it tonight. Miles might have liked that more. Liam grinned. Maybe next time. He was certain that there would be a next time with Miles, and the time after that. He might have claimed otherwise, but Liam knew he had a good time. Who wouldn't?

Walking around out on this land, even with the fading light, was natural for Liam. He knew it all, even in the colourless silhouette the features were turning into. Sight and sound and smell, and the sense of location: he had lived here his whole life, and its landmarks and paths were imprinted into his brain. He jogged along, his face already grinning broadly. His erection was firm, its heat bucking against the cool air as it swayed as he loped from foot to foot. The cold, bluish light of the moon turned his body into a silvery streak, cut by the shadows of the sky up ahead.

Yellow light poured out of the hunting lodge's windows. Liam had left the lights on earlier, so he'd be able to see his way in the dark. His body tingled with excitement, anticipating the transformation that would start to spread through his body - slowly at first - once he stepped through the door. Clear sexual fluid spurted out, sliding down his shaft as he pushed open the door. He shuddered, a mini-burst of endorphins going off in his head, prematurely excited to become a wolf.

Looking up at the mounted stag's head above the fireplace, Liam paced about, skin tingling. Although the hunting lodge was designed for more elaborate furnishings - a getaway for the wealthy land-owners that headed his family - the curse had kept it from being used. Most of the furniture was old, wood that had been gnawed on by less fortunate, or later, but younger, members of his family and their associates. Leather and fur was torn by lupine claws, and the place smelled of decades of wolf urine.And cum. Liam knew there was plenty of that about, without needing to smell it. He had left a lot of it there himself.

Walking over to the only new addition in thirty years to the lodge, Liam stared at himself in the mirror. There was a strong, instinctive desire to touch himself, his youthful memories of masturbating returning easily in these comforting surroundings. Already knowing what would start changing first, his eyes went there immediately. The subtly increasing pointedness of his ears, the prickling over his sweating skin as he began to sprout grey fur, the heaviness on his fingers and toes as the skin thickened into padding and the discolouring nails started to thicken into claws: it was all happening, so slow that it was almost imperceptible, but he looked at it all, seeing it in his mind's eye if not his real eyes. He grinned and panted, looking down at his crotch. His cock had drooled a lot: the start of the transformation was always his favourite part, because it meant that he had so much more to look forward to experiencing.

Hands traced down his young, firm chest, picking up the small buds that Liam always felt when he became a wolf. Eventually they would become extra nipples, buried under his fur, but right now they were easily accessible with his fingers, and becoming just as sensitive as their human pectorals. Opening his mouth, he felt his saliva trickle out. He panted, enjoying the cool air on the muzzle that wasn't entirely visible yet, but would appear soon. All the slight changes got his mouth salivating, memories of the taste of his own red rocket flowing over his tongue. Trying to suck himself off as a full human, which had been just doable, if kissing the tip counted, could never compare.

Foregoing the mirror for a moment, Liam stretched out as he dropped to all fours. His legs spread out, claws stretching and sinking into the hard, well-scuffed floor of the hunting lodge. Fighting off the urge to howl - at least for the moment - he dropped down, feeling a canine stretch flow down his still mostly-human body. Raising up, he blinked, his eyes flecked with growing spots of gold. His vision was starting to blur, just as the world seemed to pour into his nose and ears, threatening to drown him in the strengthening sensations. The few inches of tail he had sprouted twitched as much as they could. Lowering his mouth to the ground, he moaned, leaving a coarse ring of saliva as he let out a squirt of pre-cum, the last little bit of completely human fluid his body would excrete for some time.

Rolling over onto his back, Liam stretched his limbs upwards, staring at them in silhouette using the overhead light. His claws were curling out nicely, the knobs of bones bulging out of his wrist gone. His outline was scraggly, the arousing itch of his spreading fur was coming in thick and fast. Wriggling his toes still, he lowered his hands to his chest, scratching his body. Calming, arousing sensations washed over him as he did so.

Liam's cock had been erect the whole time, aching as it went through its slow transformation into a hard red rocket. His pre-cum spilled onto his chest fur as he panted, a long, slobber-coated tongue checking out his growing sharp teeth, and the larger space they had to fill in his changing head. Moaning, he felt he bulging knot form in his human shaft, starting a rush of changes that enveloped it: the building deposits of calcium would start to fuse into a proper bone, and the stretched tip would turn into something truly animal in a few more moments.

As addicting as it was to pet himself, Liam rolled onto his feet. He wobbled slightly, his altering feet still a little springy and "off" from what he was used to having in his favourite of all of the animal forms he had assumed. He stared at his reflection in the mirror again. A thick ruff of fur covered his neck, and his ears were suitably large and pointed. His muzzle was beginning to fill out, looking less like some strange, elongated birth defect. His sheath was starting to knit together, storing the rest of his throbbing red cock away for later. His tail swished about happily, still growing, but long enough to wag properly.

Liam panted, staring at himself with pure lust.So hot... Then he was bounding through the door to the cabin, a careless swipe of his paws flicking off the light. He was filled with excitement and the need to fuck. The night air exploded with scent, but there was only one he was interested in right now: his own, human scent, which would tell him the way back to camp, as if he needed it. He knew how good his silvery fur must look under the moonlight, and he panted, thrilled, as he ran, heart pounding. It's a good night to go on a "hunt".

Bounding from paw to paw, Liam made good time back to camp. As he had run, his changes had filled out. He stared at the glowing fire, his own yellow eyes seeming to burn as he watched it. Nostrils opened, and he inhaled the scents. Fresh, but older ones went off into the woods.Charlie and Scott. That didn't interest him, not just yet anyway. Let the boys get to know each other a little more thoroughly, heh. No, he was interested in Miles's strong, hard-up scent: Miles wasn't sitting around the fire when he returned.

Liam padded over to the fire, panting and sinking down in a close copy of how a real wolf would sit. He closed his eyes.Miles, Miles, Miles, where did you sneak off to? Although he was curious - nay, intrigued - about where Miles had gone, he wasn't in too much of a hurry to find him. It wasn't like he could exactly hide anywhere: Liam had explored his family's property in all sorts of bodies, and in all sorts of conditions. Following Miles's track would be easy, on a fairly bright night like tonight. The air was cool, though, and he preferred having some circulation going. He sat close to the fire, feeling the warmth soaking into his flesh, getting trapped in his fur, and working its way into his extremities. Liam wanted one particular "extremity" to be very warm when it came time to use it.

That's enough of that. Liam stretched: once he got far enough away from the fire, he'd start feeling the chill again, but he felt warm enough and he didn't want to get too hot or drowsy. Throwing a couple of logs into the fire to keep it fed, he sniffed around gingerly, figuring out which spot of Miles's scent was the freshest. He padded around camp. No, he didn't go pass out in the tents... he went off to the trees... hmm... Although his body wasn't adapted to sniff along the ground, Liam had tracked like this before: usually real animals, and mostly for the fun of it than out of hunger. Alongside Miles's scent, he could the splashed remains of some of the beer.

Liam followed the trail, crawling over the ground, his muzzle down on the ground. It always surprised him just how awkward this kind of skulking could be, but what was more surprising was how it wasn't all that uncomfortable to do after a little practice.Doesn't hurt that I don't mind having my ass up in the air. He grinned, yellowed fangs showing off through his dark, lupine lips.

Following Miles's trail gave more of the story to Liam. Miles loped along, taking clumsy swigs from his carelessly-draining bottle as he stumbled around.Big guy like you, drunk on that stuff? Just to be sure he hadn't snuck something else in, Liam sniffed the trail of booze. Just the beer. Did you drink something else before? It was certainly possible, but it didn't fit right in his head: Miles would have had to belt a lot back in between the time he left, and although he liked to drink to relax, Miles wasn't an alcoholic. Furrowing his forehead, Liam pushed forwards, trying to puzzle out the solution to the mystery of Miles's uneven, unsteady footprints.

Miles's scent grew stronger, and some of the mystery became evident when Liam's nose jabbed into a discarded boot. Footwear, he knew, was a treasure trove of scents, and Liam jammed his nose in.Oh ho ho! Telling animals apart by smell had gotten easy, and it seemed like there was a distinctively badger undercurrent in the boot, far too fresh to have come from Miles's previous encounter. Liam bared his teeth. I knew he couldn't resist. I guess I should have checked the other direction. It seemed like this wasn't Miles's only departure from the camp site.

Liam's large ears perked up, as he heard a curse. In the air, he caught the words, "Fuck! Come on! Work!" There was also a sound, a meaty sound, and a scent that held no mystery.I guess he came out to pee, and forgot about exactly which tree he meant to avoid in the dark. He must have started transforming again, and then... That was as far as he could figure out: soon enough, he'd be able to ask the man - or rather, the badger-man - in the flesh.

"Boo!" Liam pounced, landing near the source of the scents he'd been following. Miles, hunched over, sat beside his hastily-removed clothes. His bare, muscular body was even thicker with hair than it usually was - bar the last time he transformed - and his changing fingers were busy tugging on his shaft, throbbing even as its changes continued. Liam licked his lips, watching as Miles scowled, trying to hide himself. That was intriguing enough, but what Liam was really interested in was Miles's rump. Turning into a badger-man shifted his muscular body around considerably, and in his current state he was well on the way to having a nice, wide, furry ass.

"Christfuckjustleavemealone!" Miles covered his crotch with his hands, but it didn't stop his pink tip from sliding in between his black-furred lower arms. If anything, it seemed to draw the eye, the white fur of his chest forming an arrow-head pointing right at his crotch. His nice, smelly crotch. Liam licked back the drool.

"Sorry," Liam said, his tone making it clear he was not in the slightest. "I noticed you weren't at camp, and thought you might be in trouble." His eyes glinted, even without the reflection of the moon or the campfire. "Guess I was right."

Miles growled. "I didn't_want_ this. Not again. Everything got dark a lot sooner, and I must've gotten turned around when I went to take a leak."

"Why didn't you piss near the camp?" Liam was only too keen to point out the flaw in Miles's excuse.

"Because I figured_you_ would try something... like this!" Miles's snapped, his muzzle pushing out slightly. "I didn't want you gawking at me. I thought I was fine! Then I got back to camp, and soon I knew I fucked up."

When he pounced in, Liam had been on all fours. He shifted into a more human sitting position, unafraid to show off that he was aroused. Miles - as human or badger - was a good-looking guy. "I was going to invite you over, see if you wanted to trying being a wolf with me, but you beat me to the punch."

"I don't want to be_anything!_ I just - stop looking at me like that!" Miles squirmed. "You're making it hard-"

"That's the point." Liam grinned, leaning in, playing his tongue over his lips.

Miles's eyes narrowed, his forehead and snout wrinkled, and he bared his fangs. "Shut it! If I've got to be horny right now, well, I know I can get off on my own." His scowl deepened. "Especially when I don't have you sitting there, licking your lips like I'm a piece of meat."

"Oh, you mean you_don't_ want to be seen as a piece of meat?" Liam felt a surge, the same kind of excited, feral surge he felt last time. Before, Charlie had been his prisoner, although with some convincing a very willing prisoner. This time, there wasn't a cage or a leash or anything like that he could use on Miles. Only his body: Miles was bigger and stronger, but he was nowhere near as used to being an animal as Liam was. He shifted onto all fours again. It seemed appropriate.

For a moment, it worked. He'd manage to crack through the shield of hostility that Miles had wrapped around himself. Liam could smell the changing chemicals releasing around Miles's body, and he watched the face intently. Some of the anger had gone out of Miles's expression, replaced with a mixture of fear and wanting. "What?! What are you doing?" He added, lamely, "Fuck! Off!"

Liam wasn't convinced at all: how could he be, with that distinctive "I wonder what it'd be like to let him fuck me" scent underneath all of Miles's bluster. He moved forwards, just intending on grabbing his hand to stop him from running off.He still doesn't realise how much it doesn't matter, how much fun it is to just let go and stop worrying about everyone else.

Only, Liam realised he misjudged things, and had darted at Miles too quickly. Miles rolled backwards, and suddenly Liam's wolf nose was right in the middle cleft of a fine badger ass. His tongue came out, almost acting on instinct; his snout pushed in deeper. Reaching out, he scooped up the thick lumberjack legs; they didn't kick or do anything else to fight back as they were taken, even though Miles - badger or not - could have easily managed to do to him.Fine. Play with yourself as much as you like. I've got what I've been after.

"Huh?" Liam was doing his best to read Miles's response. His grunt held no fear or shock. Liam knew what both sounded like: his own voice had cracked that night that he went out, breaking his parents' rule, discovering the curse consuming him. It was the most terrifying, arousing moment in his life. Tilting his yellow eyes upwards, he looked at the badger face, trying to read the thoughts behind it.

What are you doing, Liam, with your muzzle between my cheeks? Why, Miles, I'm going to do this. Liam's tongue was long, and he used all of the length he could physically get out of his mouth to slide along Miles's crevice, tasting all the captured sweat that hadn't gotten flossed out by his musky, discarded boxers sitting not too far away. Miles's legs twitched together, squishing Liam's head. Liam didn't mind at all: he knew he was going to get what he wanted now. Miles might try denying it a bit more, but he already knew that probably wouldn't last.

Miles wasn't even scowling now. His breath seemed to have left him. "What the fuck was that?"

"My tongue." Liam's shoulders bore Miles's legs, arching up a little to enjoy the feet rubbing against his back fur. "Want some more? I know you liked it. Let me show you the good things you missed out last time. Just relax."

"Fuck rel-" That was as far as he got, before his muzzle fell slack and his thighs tightened again on Liam's furry, lupine head. Liam had taken another lick, only this was a targeted strike. He spent his time flowing the tip around the tight badger butthole in the middle of those thick, furry cheeks. Then he licked again, taking Miles's deep gasp as an invitation. He wrapped his hands around the big, thick legs; they felt around, then snatched the stiff, slick stick of badger meat, and began to rub it carefully.

Liam took his time, toying with Miles. Some of it was just to be safe, and had been reading Miles wrong this whole time. He seemed to be struggling a little with himself, his hand combing the fur on his head back, despite being too short to actually get in his eyes. Leaving Miles's cock throbbing with want, he moved his thumbs down into position, pressing into the puckered ring of flesh and slowly teasing it looser as his tongue continued to lap in between them.

"You gonna...?" Miles finally asked.

"Unless you tell me no," Liam mumbled, forcing his tongue into the tight opening he had made with his thumbs. Miles had grabbed onto his cock again, pumping furiously as if he was trying to race him. Curling his tongue along the narrow insides, Liam aimed it at Miles's prostate. Although he didn't know where it was on him, Liam had been with enough guys to know roughly where to go.Even if I can't reach, well, it'll be useful for something that can.

Liam kept licking, and Miles kept stroking: it was a good arrangement, and quite soon Miles's hole was as ready as a virgin hole could be. He shifted his head up, sliding Miles's legs around his shoulders until they hung around his thighs like a thick, furry belt. Slipping his hands around the base of Miles's dick, just as Miles's hand was at the tip, he continued the pumping as he started to thrust his hips. Penetration wasn't the goal for now: he just wanted to get Miles used to the idea of someone's penis sliding around that area. It also helped get himself even more pumped up. There was plenty of fur and muscle to squeeze around his shaft, so it worked a treat.

Miles's face writhed. Liam could see the cogs spinning. If he'd still been human, he would have slipped a finger or two in, but he doubted Miles would appreciate his ass getting clawed open. "Fuck," Miles grunted, and closed his eyes. "Tell_anyone_, and I'll break your neck."

Guess that's my cue. Liam took one hand and slipped it down, guiding his cock towards the hole. It was still smeared with saliva, but he squeezed until he could feel the pre-cum eke out. Using his tip, he whirled it around, feeling the lump of every constricted muscle of his sphincter. His other hand shifted down, the thumbs working together to massage it loose.

Miles opened his eyes, glancing around to the sides. "What are you fucking doing? Just put it in before someone sees!"

"Don't be fucking stupid," Liam growled under his breath. Can't you feel how fucking ready I am. You're the one who needs to do something. Some aspects of fucking a virgin in the ass could get a little grating compared to guys who knew what they were doing. "Try relaxing down there, okay?" He didn't wait for a response, continuing to squeeze around the hole. You're gonna want to.

"I'm trying!" Miles wasn't waiting, grabbing his cock again. Liam ignored it, focusing on aiming properly. The tip was resting right into the middle where all the folds met.Ready. He slipped forwards, pushing slowly. "Gah, fuck!" For someone who wants nobody to find out, you're being awfully noisy. Liam felt his cock give a little, as Miles's sphincter held firm. Then it slowly opened, and he felt the warmth around the tip of his canine dick. There!

Liam knew that wasn't all he had to do. His hips rocked backwards, and he had to align again before thrusting in. He tried going a little deeper, while checking with Miles to see if things were going well for him. From experience, once he had a couple of inches in, Miles's prostate would be getting a nice little massage, and once he'd managed that, the big badger would probably melt. The legs around his waist clenched down, pulling him forwards.Hungry, are we? Liam grinned, eyes narrowing. Miles had great circulation, and the inside of his body was lovely and warm compared to the cool breeze outside.

Gradually building up the speed and force of his hip thrusts, Liam relaxed. He didn't entirely forget about Miles, or his pleasure, but it got harder to focus on that when your cock had a will of its own. It hungered for the warmth from being inside someone else's body, and he was perfectly willing to satisfy it with whatever he could get from Miles. The thrusts were getting easier; he started to pump faster.

Miles continued to moan loudly. From his squinting eyes, Liam could see the tips of the teeth in Miles's open muzzle each time he yelped. The lips around them would quiver, and he'd moan a second or two later. The moans were encouraging, thrilling Liam's senses: he pushed back against what his carnal desires wanted, wanting to ease Miles in, but those wonderful moans were making it harder to control himself.

Thrusting was getting easier: his pre-cum and the slow, insistent grinding of his thrusts had worked Miles loose enough that Liam could stay a little bit in. He hunched forwards, claws digging into the ground to give him more leverage with his pelvis. His tail wagged excitedly, slightly raised as if he was inviting any guy passing to join in. Liam wouldn't have minded at all.Can't wait to get Miles thinking the same thing. Could make his work days a lot more fun.

Liam breathed heavily, Miles's moans getting competition from the ragged noises from his own mouth and the racing in his chest. Under his chest, he could feel Miles's arms working away. Heat was radiating off of them, and he didn't mind the occasional, fumbled thump to the chest.Actually feels kind of good. His eyes widened momentarily, before closing from feeling overwhelmed. God, imagine wrestle-fucking you, Miles. He had done that a couple of times - as a human - but really wanted to do it as an animal. Too bad you went and badgered yourself tonight.

Thrusting quicker, Liam felt the squelch of his knot on Miles's sphincter. Sometimes not all of him would change: whether he had a human or animal penis seemed to depend on the night, and how strong the curse was. He was definitely grateful for the wolf dick tonight. His family library had books on animal anatomy, and he read them with increased interest once he found out about the curse. Having a bone to keep his shaft hard and straight was handy, but it was the canine knot that he enjoyed the most. He tried to warn Miles about it, but he couldn't speak. He was panting too much. Just do it. He's gone with you this far.

Liam sunk it in, and for a moment Miles stiffened around him like he'd just touched an electric fence. He gave off a gargling groan, and Liam felt something thick and creamy hitting his chest as he wriggled back and forth, his knot lodged in Miles's asshole. He felt Miles's big arms slide away, slumping down by his sides.

Then all of his attention was on himself.So warm, so tight. Miles has a real nice hole. Tilting his neck down, he started to lick up Miles's juices, even as the later, smaller squirts kept adding to the mess. Even that quickly became too much. His body craved air. He tilted his neck up, muzzle pointing up at the moon. Not going to howl. That'll be too cliché. Besides, if the other's missed Miles's loud grunting, they wouldn't miss-

Liam's jaws snapped shut. Suddenly he felt Miles's sphincter give his knot a squeeze. Then it was like he was inside his own body, feeling himself rushing along all the passages in his body, feeling his cock filling up with the first hot blast. He sagged back, still firmly tied to Miles, ejaculating into his hole. The feeling and smell of cum on his own chest was slightly disorienting, but that couldn't match the relieving bliss from finally getting to shoot.

"Ow! Hey!" Liam leaned up, scowling as Miles tried to move.

"You're stuck in me!" Miles complained.

"It'll go down in half an hour or so," Liam answered. "Just relax."

"Quit telling me to relax," Miles grumbled, but he didn't say anything else. Liam smiled, and folded his arms under his head.