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Bucker couldn't believe his luck. Not only did he find someone to take back to his room with him, he'd found two eagerly wanting to put his holes to their limits. To make matters even better, he'd found the two were real life cowboys too with each of them wearing their tall boots and their large Stetsons. That was about all the shark was wearing downstairs in the resort's bar area, but the horse he'd run into on the way back to the room with the shark was wearing a vest as well made of cowskin. As for Bucker himself, he had long since disrobed once he came to the resort. After all, it was clothing optional, so why bother with such a trivial task? It made the sex wait, and Bucker wasn't about that here at the resort.

The staff recognized Bucker at the bar down there; he'd been there quite a few times on this trip alone, but it wasn't his first rodeo at the resort. Nor was it his first rodeo show he'd attended at the resort, either. They always put on such a good show in their outdoor pavilion area, probably the best in the state if not the country, and he'd followed the two main stars back to the bar after the show had ended. It was pretty easy to find the shark, at least, but the horse had been absent until they were halfway back to Bucker's room. The slight glistening from the horse's flared cock head was all the reason Bucker needed to understand where the horse had been.

The Cletus and Company Rodeo was their rodeo's name, with Cletus being the horse himself. He was the one Bucker couldn't stop watching during the show, especially since he was the one riding the feral bull during the show. The shark, who introduced himself as Irving down at the bar, was a frequent appearance as one of the handlers of the show. He'd told Bucker he was new, from the land down under, but he'd grown up watching rodeo shows on television and had decided that was going to be his life for sure. Bucker had nodded through the conversation, but he'd been preoccupied with taking in the shark's appearance the whole time, and only kept up with the conversation halfway. But the topic of joining the rodeo had come up, and rather emphatically Bucker had agreed even though it wasn't what he had initially approached Irving about. Irving had obviously taken note of Bucker's intentions quite early, so that's why they had eagerly headed back to Bucker's room. Cletus himself was a real stud that the hybrid canine couldn't wait to get underneath and add him to his list of trophy fucks. Another bragging right, really, something Bucker had quite a few of, but mostly it was for the joke that he'd had Cletus and Company.

Cletus was the older one of the two, at least a year or two older, and clearly had the most experience. He was the taller one of them as well, being at least 6'5". He packed a rather large horse cock inside his chaps during times when he wore them, but today was not that day. Now his cock flopped into the open, heavy and mottled with pink against its primarily dark shaft and those heavy, but still very virile balls. The boots he wore were older than Irving's, clearly worn in and a little scuffed from so much use. The creases where the leather had been bent from walking and running around in the rodeo showed plenty of wear and tear, giving them a more distinguishing and almost striped pattern at the toe. The ornate design in the leather featured several horses on it, galloping against a setting sun, but it was all the same color as the leather, a deep chocolate brown, while Cletus himself had a more painterly look about him, especially with the thick white stripe of fur on his snout. His vest was of cowskin, a mottled black and white, with one pocket holding a bottle of poppers in the front at his chest. His blue Stetson was a striking color, the same as Cletus's eyes actually, but also showed signs of fading from years in the spotlight and sun. A bit of grey tinged his fur in parts, especially around the edge of his snout and strikingly on one ear.

Irving, meanwhile, was the more stout of the two. He was shorter by nearly a foot, and while he didn't have any real signs of aging on him, he did have some crow's feet around the eyes which Bucker knew was the sign of true age and experience. The boots he wore were different than what Cletus had on, a less classical look and more straight cut modern look. They weren't black, either, but a deep brown that would have seemed invisible on someone like Bucker if the main coat went down to his feet like that. They also lacked any ornate carvings or designs, a rather bland look that somehow looked sleek and refined in its simplicity. The Stetson he wore was a tan, almost a beige really, and unlike Cletus's it showed heavy use, being bent on one side almost from the brim's edge to the fold for the top of the hat. The bend wasn't the only crease, and the rest of those creases looked like they'd been earned in all the rodeos since Irving did a lot of chasing the feral creatures. He wasn't dressed like a rodeo clown by any means, but Bucker knew that's what he would be best described as anyways.

As for Bucker himself, he was a hybrid canine of husky and coyote. His brown fur was the main color for his backside, arms, and legs, but a creamier and almost whitish color below the knees and on the front of his torso and inside of his arms. Thick dark brown chest fur between his pecs indicated extra hair, but it was the only place there was extra hair except for the pubic bush he had. Separating his two main colors on his tail was a thin grey line of fur that marked as a median between them. His deep tan hat was held on much more easily than Irving's or Cletus's thanks to the ear hole he had custom-made for the hat, and helping it out was a nice darker brown band around the inner rim of the hat that helped keep it on him. Unlike the others, Bucker was in his early thirties, still in the prime of his life.

Cletus had been the one to suggest a good spit-roasting, and Bucker had been the one who'd taunted Irving into using both of those cocks in his hole. Bucker could handle anything he wanted to take up there, and Irving was certainly a new challenge of taking two at once. It wasn't like the shark was poorly endowed because he had two cocks to fit down there, either, because each one was a good eleven inches long. He'd be sore, he figured, but he liked that feeling after a good rough fuck. Cletus, however, was certainly going to be a challenge to get all the way in because he was even bigger and thicker than Irving's two cocks combined. That's what you got when you're with a horse, in Bucker's experience.

When they'd gotten to the room, Cletus had pulled the half-used bottle of poppers from his vest pocket, and right before Irving stuck a cock in him he'd held the bottle up to Bucker's nose, giving him a strong inhale of the stuff. The smell wasn't something new for Bucker by any means, but it was always a pleasant one that he relished because of what it helped do. Not that someone of Bucker's experience needed that much help, it just made things much easier.

After some poking around with one cock, Irving pushed up into the canine and elicited a bark of response. It didn't take much to get Bucker fully hard after that, but he felt the one cock in his ass and the other one rubbing under his balls as they both thrust against him. It was a new feeling, to say the least. Bucker needed more. That was when he started taunting the shark. He called him a few names, mostly to tease the shark for taking it easy on him and not giving him his all. As a retort, his face got shoved down onto Cletus's cock, the head flared and wide making it a little harder to talk around. He enjoyed being pushed into a nice spitroasting position, but he enjoyed it even more when that second cock slipped up inside with the first one, and soon enough Bucker was being doubly fucked by the same shark, giving him a real taste of what Irving could actually feel like inside of him.

Now that they both had him occupied, Bucker's words were silenced entirely, and the only sounds he could make were muffled moans of lust, his arousal fully bouncing on his belly with each thrust. Given that Bucker was more than a little experienced with double penetration, the pleasure he felt was far better than what they'd started with, and he intended to enjoy it fully with each thrust either of them made.

Bucker was in heaven, even if he had been shut up and almost fully lifted off his paws from the ground. It left him rather helpless between them, a personal favorite position even though he loved having the control of the flow. A power bottom, Bucker was glad to tease and prod anyone into stuffing his holes or going as hard as they could, usually both. His eyes closed as the two kept going at him, a steady flow of motions bouncing him rhythmically between them.

Irving slipped a tight cock ring over Bucker's thick base, ensuring that the canine wasn't going to make a mess too early, at Bucker's behest once he saw that the shark came prepared with it. Considering that Irving had been wearing it himself during the show, it was almost like getting a souvenier from the rodeo. He felt the second one go on after the first, a good doubling effect making sure that Bucker wouldn't finish at all if the two pounding him had any say in it. The pair of thick cocks in his ass straightened him out; his favorite feeling of being stretched out and invaded gave the canine a good leaking start to his pleasure. The two certainly were a good challenge to take, but Bucker knew he could. It felt so good to have himself stuffed so tightly, and Irving clearly felt the same since each thrust got a moan from him. Bucker was glad that the shark was enjoying it so much, and he clenched his eyes tight as he felt those cocks find his prostate for the first time. It felt so good he saw stars behind his eyes for a minute, the pleasure being all he could feel by that point.

Cletus wasn't left in the lurch though. That thick twenty incher was probably three inches in diameter, nearly what the shark's total width in Bucker's ass was now, if not a little larger. His jaw was stretched wide open, and occasionally he felt the medial ring poke his lips before it slipped deeper inside his muzzle. As he started to get rougher with his pounding, it left Bucker in pure heaven. The leaking pre gave him a lot of gulping to do, and with half of Cletus in his throat, the gulps acted as a squeezing vice on Cletus's cock. Soon Bucker had the beefy horse pushing into him with a loud whinney of pleasure, and Cletus let loose his inhibitions and just plowed the canine with no remorse for how fast he was going, or how deep. Bucker could take it, he could take anything.

He nearly lost his hat as the horse thrust into him, but the hat never fell of because it was snugly attached to his head. His boots weren't going anywhere, since they still could marginally touch the floor. He hadn't imagined that the shark and the horse were actually the same height, since the shark had been sitting when he'd found him at the bar. But he was pleasantly surprised they could eager hold him up, and Bucker loved the sensation of almost floating between them. His mind was certainly floating with pleasure, and the leaking, drooling cock puddling some pre on the floor was in a heavenly state of bliss too.

When the horse finished, he let out another long whinney of pleasure, and Bucker felt the thick heavy horse cream flooding his throat, some of it making its way back up into his muzzle and eventually dripping down his chin. The horse had quite a load, despite having just came right before he'd run into Bucker. He gulped it down, helping squeeze and milk that cock for all it was worth. The thick, salty fluid tasted like heaven, a hint muskier than he was used to but he loved it. It was definitely his favorite flavor he'd had in a while. The shark, however, hadn't cum yet, even when the horse pulled out of him.

Catching his breath, Bucker took a second more to savor the flavor of the cum still left in his muzzle, licked his lips, and then grinned deviously up at the horse as he looked to him. "That all you got, Cletus? Didn't think you were so easy." He taunted. Cletus gave a frown then chuckled to him, still catching his own breath. Bucker let out a low, loud moan as the shark pulled out of his tailhole, leaving it gaping and wide and so needy.

"I don't remember saying I was finished, pup." The horse said to him. Everyone knew that Cletus and Company had been around for a few decades now, and all of the performers of the rodeo were well past 40 now. Only one of them wasn't past 50, but Irving and Cletus were both in their early 50s, and Bucker was young enough even in his thirties to be either of their son if the numbers were added together. The two switched side, with Irving now at his muzzle, while Cletus was coming up from behind. But instead of just doing what they were doing in reverse, the burly horse pressed his belly against Bucker's backside and then his arms under his chest and lifted him with each up off the floor and tossed him onto the bed.

Bucker fell onto the bed with surprise and glanced over his chest at the two daddies that were now standing together near his hole. Instead of the two of them even bothering, they began to make out and frot with each other. They made out, grinding their bellies together and their paws found each other's cocks, giving each other a teasing tug and rub while Bucker was forced to watch. "Oh, a free show?" Bucker teased, "I thought I was going to be the main act."

When Irving broke the kiss, Bucker could see that he'd hit a chord with the shark who didn't seem too upset but certainly a bit disappointed that the canine wouldn't shut up with his smarmy attitude. "Alright, bloke." The heavy accent turned Bucker on every time he heard him speak. "Whaddya say we get round two started, since you're so eager?"

Bucker blushed to the idea of a second round, a continuation of what was already the best night at the resort that he'd had. The bottle of poppers came back out, even though there wasn't much need for them after the show Cletus and Irving had put on inside of his ass and mouth. But they always were welcomed, especially the scent. Bucker couldn't resist that smell, and he huffed it a bit longer than the first time around because it was so good. It definitely made him ready to go all over again.

Cletus had a thick drool of pre on his cock, still with a tinge of his old load at the base of his cock dripping to his balls. They both crawled onto the bed then, but it was Irving who came on first. Bucker had no idea what was going on, but when Irving sat on his chest and used his knees to pin the canine's arms to the bed, he began to get an idea that he was about to lose full control of the situation again. The pair of cocks, now smelling a bit like his hole and still heavy and dripping, hadn't cum yet, but they were swiftly shoved into Bucker's stretched out and warmed up muzzle. He rocked on the boy's chest as Irving began to thrust his cocks in and out of the boy's muzzle. Cletus didn't waste any time in taking the boy by the legs and shoving his way into that gaping asshole. Bucker felt the white hot pleasured sensations return, and now he had his cock between the two daddies on top of him. Every time the medial ring touched his hole, it sent a jolt of extra arousal through him.

They picked up their pace again, and this time instead of being worked back and forth between them, he was pushed up only by Cletus before Irving moved backward, taking Bucker's head into a paw to hold him steady. With Irving on him, Bucker didn't have to worry about being moved away from the cock in his ass, which was good because Bucker wanted it all in him this time. All it took for the canine was their resumed making out and he closed his eyes, letting it all wash over him.

The two older daddies continued to make out and rub each other over, giving Bucker a sense of pleasure denial he'd not experienced before. It made him want to get in on the action, but he was held down so firmly that even thrusting upwards was impossible. Bucker was tied down practically, and realistically the pleasure made him more than happily accept it. The two were on him, denying him any ability to cum, and yet somehow they were both able to fill his holes to their limits so that he would feel the best he'd ever felt.

With a steady thrusting from Cletus and a good double-cock stuffing him in the front, all Bucker could do was let the inevitable happen. And it didn't feel like it would take much more for the shark or for himself to get off, but Cletus was pounding him as hard as he could. The fact that they'd already used a couple of poppers to open him up initially and of course Irving's cock meant that Cletus had free reign in his hole, and there was no resistance until deep inside. And with such a heavy cock in his ass, Bucker was howling in pleasure around the double cocks in his muzzle. The muffled sound and vibrations in his throat were sending deep chills of lust down Irving's cock, and more pre found its way into him. The shark tasted slightly of fish, but that wasn't unbearable either. It made Bucker want more, like any good meal, and that's what he was getting.

Bucker was being taunted now by Cletus, but he was so lost in pleasure he didn't even hear it anymore. His eyes clenched shut, he felt the horse getting rougher and harder in his hole, straightening him out even further and loosening up those muscles well deep inside him. Bucker didn't mind at all, the deeper Cletus went, the more he loved it and wanted to keep experiencing it all night.

With a short gasp, Irving's eyes turned over inside his skull and both cocks shot their load into him with a heavy and relentless force. This time there was no containing the amount of cum in his muzzle or throat and plenty of it ended up drooling down his chin and onto his chest. His belly was bloated warm with plenty of cum from drinking both Irving's cocks and also from Cletus's cock too. Cletus kept pounding for a while longer, but eventually he filled the boy up from behind as well, and the thick ropes of horse cum further warmed Bucker from the inside. A lot of that cum pooled up inside him, ready to spill onto the sheets when Cletus pulled out. It was the most bliss Bucker had felt in a long time, if not the most he'd ever felt. But he still hadn't cum himself.

One cock ring came off, then the other, and it was Irving who begin to play with that canine's cock as he slowly rubbed it off. Despite being free from the cock rings now, Bucker still couldn't cum as Irving seemed to instinctively know when to hold back and when to rush forward with his hand. This continued for some time while Cletus went over to the boy's face and leaned in, giving him a deep kiss to keep him shut up so they wouldn't be taunted again. Truthfully, they both loved his sass, but they loved denying him the ability to use it more. Cletus was clearly the more experienced of the two, but Irving was competent enough to know what he was doing to help add to Bucker's pleasure. And when Cletus began to nibble at the boy's nipples, chewing on the left one in particular, he put his paw over Bucker's muzzle to silence him completely. Bucker, still, was left in white hot pleasure.

It wasn't too long before Cletus and Irving were able to get Bucker off, even with their masterful control of his climax, but when he did, he shot a bit too high into the air and some of it landed on the older shark's snout, which was eagerly licked off. The fuzzy feeling of cumming left Bucker in a daze, a wonderful haze of enjoyment that quickly forced his mind to completely blank out, the excitement of the whole situation finally coming to a close. For a long time, he panted and let his tongue drool out of his muzzle while he caught up with the sheer bliss he was in, and when he finally reopened his eyes, he noticed both older daddies were looking at him.

"So I thought about your proposal, mate." The shark said finally, still fully erect despite his cumming just a bit ago. He seemed ready for a round two himself. Cletus might as well have been empty, but he was fully erect and ready to go again already. Even for being so old, Cletus was virile as hell, and Bucker had no qualms about it. "You wanted to join us on tour, ain't that right?"

"Come on, I think I've proven I'm good enough for the show." The panting canine said with a smile on his job, some cum still in the corners of his muzzle. He felt himself still rock hard, even after such a hard release. "I'm very good entertainment."

"I don't doubt that," Cletus spoke up after a moment, and he pinched Bucker's nipple, giving it a rough teasing twist that made the canine bark out in surprised lusty need. "We do another show in an hour. You better be ready." He said as he got up off the canine finally.

Sure, there was a good amount of rodeo time spent riding bucking bulls, but the keystone event was a good long show with another bucking bull, this one their prized anthro daddy bull that was the only one not in his fifties yet, where all of them tried to get the bull off for the crowd. It was the big tentpole event that had made Bucker seek them out. They'd both cum multiple times in the bull and the bull still hadn't cum by the end of the show until he was commanded to by Cletus like a party trick.

"Oh, don't worry. I can get you two off this easily, I'll make quick work of your bull." Bucker said with a fanged grin. "And in an hour I'll be more than ready."

"You better be," Cletus said as he looked straight into Bucker's eyes, "Or you're going to be the one who replaces the bull next time."

"You're not making your case here," Bucker retorted, "It's a win for me, either way."