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Throttle was already out of his shirt, guiding Fahen to his bedroom so that the two of them could spend some more quality time together. The night had moved fast enough already, starting with a movie, some drinks, and some very friendly making out. Throttle had invited him over that day for "a movie and some drinks, nothing else." Even before the two of them started groping and kissing Fahen knew that it would involve more than that. This wasn't a week after the two of them had declared each other friends with benefits, a very special escalation in their relationship. They had long been admirers of each other's bodies, never too shy to let the other know what they thought. Of course, neither of them were after a bonafide commitment, not when sex was mainly the only thing they were after. Why ruin a perfectly good friendship with lovey dovey nonsense? "Two guys can bump uglies and still be homies," as Throttle so eloquently put it.

Now here he was with his burly arm hooked around Fahen's slender waist, walking him down the hallway to his bedroom while he kissed his cheek. His shirt was discarded on the floor in front of the couch, leaving his immense physique on display for Fahen to enjoy, something Fahen had done plenty of already. Throttle was a mouse bearing tan fur across his chiseled body. Ears like saucers blossomed from the sides of his head. Pierced into his right lobe was a golden stud and a stainless steel ball of spikes hanging from a loop. Rising from his combed mop of hair were two red antennae. They were thick as his fingers and bulbed at their tips. His avid musculature made Fahen look small as he held him close. A long mouse tail swung behind him, whip-thin and supple. His mousy buck tooth nibbled on his lover's cheek, softening him up for what came next.

Fahen was just trying to get to the bedroom, distracted by Throttle's kisses. The excitement of being pressed so intimately to Throttle's muscles and the gnaw on his cheek was successfully driving him crazy, urging him to make the journey to the bedroom faster. Fahen was quarter-wolf, quarter-deer, half-sergal hybrid. While he bore the greatest resemblance to his canine ancestry, he bore the unmistakable sharp snout of his sergalian genetics. He was much slimmer than his friend, looking quite dainty in his immediate presence. The fur from his feet to his shoulders was a soft gray. From there a darker shade covered his upper back, shoulders, and the top of his head. Fluffy fur grew out of his snout and neck, forming something like a mane. The hair on his scalp was a brilliant aquamarine, fashioned into a wild mohawk which towered between a pair of gray crescent antlers that rose high above his head. His ears were pointy and his nose was red. Eyes the color of blood sat within scleras of gold. His color scheme, with the exception of his hair, may have been gothic, but it belied his fanciful personality and intense passion for the arts.

Currently, however, his passion was in the hunk trying to drag him to his room and fuck him. First they had to get there. "Is that your door right there?" Fahen asked once they came to the end of the hallway.

Throttle ceased his kissing to look. "Yeah, that's it," he said, then immediately resumed.

Fahen chuckled. "Great, now can we get there some time tonight? You can keep doing that when we're in there."

"Mmmm, longer it takes the more satisfying it'll be~"

"True, unless it turns out to be a disappointment."

Throttle cocked an eyebrow. "You think I'm gonna disappoint you?"

"No, but if we never get to your room you will."

Throttle scoffed. "Alright then, missy. Let's go then." Throttle broke the kiss entirely and marched the impatient serolf to the door. He opened it, revealing a gloomy den barely lit by the waning moon outside. "After you."

Fahen stepped inside, paws held together in front of his waist. His stomach was tying itself into a knot. His throat felt clogged, forcing him to gulp the nerves away. He was keenly aware of the mouse standing behind him, watching as he stepped deeper into his territory. Throttle followed him inside and shut the door.

Fahen turned around just in time to see him turn the lights on. He got a good look at his trunk muscles, something he had already touched and admired on the couch, but seemed more significant now that they were locked in a room together. Throttle's eyes went up and down his slender frame, drinking in everyone of his soft furs and trim curves. Throttle jutted his chin at him. "You wanna help me outta these clothes?"

"Y-yeah," Fahen said with a shaky smile. "OK." He stepped forward, eyes locked on Throttle's pecs. His heart was pounding and the grip on his throat was getting tighter. He looked down at Throttle's button. It hovered over his fly, the gateway to his manhood. He could faintly make out a bulge of reproductive flesh, awaiting his caress. He reached for his button and unclasped it. The flaps split apart offering the first glimpse of his black underwear. Fahen chuckled nervously. He grabbed the zipper between his thumb and index finger and slid them down to the bottom. The gate was open, showing him the outline of Throttle's hog behind black fabric. He grabbed the waistband, noted how hard his pelvis felt beneath his fingers, then slid it down his vascular thighs.

They slumped to his ankles, leaving him in his front-swollen underwear. Fahen could already see the shape of his glans and the veins wrapped around his shaft. He grabbed the waistband. He smiled nervously, biting his lip. Throttle seized the initiative and pulled the underwear down for him. Out flopped his penis, hanging down heavily from beneath his thatch of wiry pubes. The tip reached the mid-point of his thighs, held down by a serious weight that made Fahen shudder. Thick like a limb, it was woven by a series of veins and covered in smooth tan skin, begging Fahen's delicate touch.

Throttle was patient, letting him go at his own pace. Though he felt pride swelling from Fahen's reaction, he didn't urge him to go any further. "You like it?" he asked.

Fahen blinked and darted his attention back up to Throttle's face. He had quite promptly forgotten about the man that huge dick was attached to. "Ahah... Yeah, I do."

"You can touch it, if you want."

Fahen did very much. He slid his fingers between Throttle's shaft and the swollen purse behind it. He hefted it up, marveling at its weight and savoring its heat. He stroked his paw down and then back, enticing blood to fill it. He felt the pulse of Throttle's heart, working overtime to achieve an erection. It wasn't long until that happened, and Throttle's cock aimed at Fahen with all of its audacity and arrogance. Fahen's tail flicked happily behind him. His paw continued rubbing up and down that impressive length, unable to fully comprehend that it was right there in front of him, reacting to his touch.

Throttle carefully took Fahen by the arms and pulled him closer. Fahen's eyes went wide as he felt that burning rod press into his tummy, standing upright and throbbing dutifully. Throttle kissed him on the mouth, and Fahen melted. They closed their eyes and held each other, smacking their lips and sparring tongues. "Mmmm," murred Fahen. He rubbed and squeezed around Throttle's billboard back. Throttle helped himself to two pawfuls of Fahen's ass. Between kisses, Fahen took deep whiffs of the air. Throttle's scent radiated through it, hanging over the two of them like a lead blanket. It swelled Fahen's lungs, making his tail wag and his fingers clench on Throttle's back. Before long he was intoxicated on it, yearning for more, unable to get enough it through mere whiffs alone. He broke from Throttle's mouth to get a more earnest smell. Sniiiiiifffffffffff. "Ahhhhhhhh..." He was hooked.

"There's more where that came from," Throttle said, amused by the enraptured look on his lover's face.

"Yeah?" Fahen said with a sniffle. "Can I get it?"

Throttle lifted his arm up and baimed his elbow at the ceiling. He exposed the grimy bush sprouting from his armpit, the epicenter of that masculine odor. "Have at it."

Fahen didn't hesitate. He buried his snout into that fleshy canyon, bathing his face in bodily heat. The wispy hairs tickled his nose and chin. He could feel the slimy sweat moisten his fur. He whiffed deeply. Sniiiiiiffffffffffffff. This was far more intense, flooding his lungs with an energy so potent that it seemed to singe him from the inside out. It clung to his nose hairs where it would sit for as long as he was in Throttle's company. It threw his already simmering arousal into hyperdrive. "Ahhhhhhhh fuck~" He nuzzled his snout into that musty pit, smearing the stench across his face. More deep whiffs followed, further catalyzing his desire and melting away much of his judgment.

Throttle was happy to let him have at it. He patted his back. "Theeeeeeere we go. That's a good boy. Have yourself a good whiff."

Fahen brought his face out, gasping. His eyes were closed. "Oh God... Jesus... Sorry... I..."

"No no no. Don't apologize. I'm aware of how nice I smell."

Fahen laughed. "So am I." He put his face back in, took just a couple more whiffs, then started making his way down Throttle's body. He kissed each bump and ridge of muscle that he came across, landing on his pec, his abs, and finally his waist. Fahen was on his knees. He opened his eyes and found himself face to face with that magnificent rod of pleasure. It carried a unique smell of its own, something even sharper, if not as strong. He gripped it and planted a tiny kiss on the tip. It burned on his lips, enticing more smooches and finally a full wrap around the head.

Throttle sighed and slid his paw between Fahen's antlers, into his fancy crop of blue hair. "Yeah, there we go." Fahen suckled him sweetly, then graduated to sliding further down his shaft. He managed to reach the halfway point before the end loomed towards his throat, making him stop. Oh well. It was more than enough. He bobbed his head back and began blowing him. He murred softly, loving the feel of Throttle's meat sliding across his tongue. Precum ebbed from the tip and slithered down into his gullet. That combined with his masculine odor drove Fahen's senses wild, driving him to go faster and perform tricks with his tongue. Throttle played with his hair. "Ahah... Yeah. I like that. Whew." He bit his lip. "Damn."

Just a few more moments and some grunts escaped Throttle's mouth. His paw slid to behind Fahen's head, encouraging an even deeper journey down his cock. "Ah, yeah. Like that. Fuck. Haha... Ahh... I like that." Fahen's gaped mouth formed a smile. Pride swelled his chest listening to those retorts of pleasure. It wasn't long before they escalated, signaling an incoming climax. "Ah shit. Yup, here it comes. Hahh! Ahh!" Fahen's head bobbing came to an abrupt stop once the grip on the back of his head turned rigid and held his cranium in place. Throttle humped forward, pushing his dick to the very entrance of Fahen's throat. "Hhhnnnphhh~!" Cum ripped out of him in a series of curt bursts. Hot, musty nectar rippled down Fahen's gullet, slithering a sincere warmth into his tummy. He flinched at the sudden explosion, but held firm so that he could continue suckling for more. Throttle grunted and moaned for as long as he came, trying not to keel over from the crippling pleasure.

The last rope burst through. Fahen swallowed it and backed off of Throttle's rod. It slumped out of his mouth, growing limp. A drop of molten ivory sat in the tip amidst a shimmering coat of Fahen's spit. He wiped his lips and smiled up at the mouse. "Did you like that?"

Throttle laughed. "Pretty damn good! Whew... You're too good at that."

"Thanks." He grabbed Throttle's dick and stroked it some more. "It helps that you're so big."

"Ah, usually that's a problem."

"Mmmm, I don't think so~"

"Awesome. Hey, you want me to return the favor?"

Fahen's eyes lit up. "Yeah, definitely."

"Cool. Stand up for me." Throttle offered his paw to pull him up. Fahen took it and rose to his feet. Then, in an instant, Throttle grabbed his hips and hoisted him into the air like a doll. Fahen felt the world go weightless as he was plopped onto Throttle's shoulder by the waist, hanging down his back and looking down at the floor. With Fahen's ass next to his head, Throttle carried him over to the bed, a smug grin on his face.

Fahen didn't have much time to enjoy the ride before he was tossed over the shoulder and onto the mattress where he landed on his back. He bounced once and giggled. "You're awfully strong~" he told the beefy mouse.

Throttle bounced his eyebrows. He flexed his bicep and kissed it. "I lift for a reason, you know. Now, let's get you out of those clothes." He leaned down and started unbuttoning Fahen's shirt. Once it was undone, he rudely yanked it out from under his back. It fluttered down to the floor, joining Throttle's forgotten pants. He splayed his paws on Fahen's chest where he could feel his rapidly thumping heat. He slid them down his furry trunk, finally reaching his shorts. Fahen's breath quickened. He watched his button come undone, followed by his fly. Throttle gripped his waistband and slid them down his legs. He tossed them behind him, smacking them into the wall unceremoniously. That left Fahen in his socks and panties. At the very bottom of his g-string was a small divot where the fabric had sunk into his cunny. Moisture rendered it see through. He hooked his fingers into the panties' waist and removed them, finally laying bare Fahen's sweet little pussy.

Fahen blushed hard, fighting the urge to cover his shame. Throttle smiled down at him. "Mind if I have some fun?" he asked.

Fahen chewed his finger claw. "No. You go right ahead."

Throttle dropped to his knees. He grabbed Fahen by the waist and pulled his ass to the edge of the bed. His face loomed over his cunt. His nose twitched at the feminine smell wafting from it, urging his penis to become hard again. For now, he would have to use his mouth. He opened Fahen's legs and dove his face into his inner thigh. He kissed him softly, nibbled him, then did the same to the other leg. Having his face so close to his nethers made Fahen shudder. His tummy felt like it was about to implode in on itself. He twisted his claw into his teeth. Finally Throttled pulled his face into Fahen's loins and planted the tiniest of smooches on his pearl.

"Uhhh..." sighed Fahen. Delight buzzed up from his flower, making his toes curl and his nipples perk. Throttle closed his eyes and kissed those moist folds, listening to his partner's hisses and gasps. The legs flanking his head jittered. The abdomen in front of him started to bounce. Oh yeah, he was ready. He pressed his lips into his cunt and slid his tongue forward, straight into Fahen's quim. Fahen gasped sharply. His paw fell from his mouth and gripped the sheets. Throttle's muscle went deeper, probing for his every sweetspot, listening for what elicited the most acute reactions. He landed on his clit, causing a very dramatic shudder and moan. He didn't focus on it, at least not for now. He swirled wide, brushing that petite bead every other rotation, making each brush and prod all the more special. Meanwhile his paw was down at his penis, rubbing it from hilt to head so that it could be hard again when he needed it.

Fahen was going through it, moaning loudly and whimpering. "Hahhhh... Yes... God... That's it... Huhhhh... Yes~" He gripped Throttle's hair right between his antennae. He pulled his face down deeper into his crotch, egging him on for a more thorough licking. Throttle gave it to him, digging ever so deeper and suckling on that hood of quivering flesh so that the retorts coming from above grew even louder. His tongue latched onto his clit, striking it with a chaotic series of jabs, flicks, and lashes.

"Huuhhhhhhh, oh Goooood~!" Fahen's back rose into an arch, then fell, rose, then fell. He was hardly in control of his reactions. Throttle's tongue was just too good. Every jab of tongue was like a dagger of pleasure stabbing up his spine. His lfeet squirmed on Throttle's back. His head swooned and his jaw gaped into an O. He chanted Throttle's name. "Ohh fuck, Throttle! Yes... Huhhhh! Throttle! God... Huhhh... Yes... Yes... Ohhh..." He felt his orgasm getting close. The joy was ballooning inside of him, ready to explode. His chest started to heave. His voice grew shrill. "Oh fuck... Throttle, I'm cumming... Yes! Huhhhh! Fuck! Yes! YES!" It hit him hard, launching his spine into a steep crescent and burying his antlers into the mattress. A very sincere bellow echoed out of his mouth. "Huuuuuuuuggghhuuuuuuuhhhhhh~~~!!!"

Throttle held on tight, not relenting his licking even as the serwolf began to squirm and writhe like hell. He grabbed onto his waist, digging his tongue even deeper so that more of the feminine oil surging forth could lather onto his tongue. The arc in Fahen's back began to wane, if shakily. He came to a rest on the mattress, whimpering and moaning like the woman he felt like. Throttle came out of his crotch, licking his lips clean of the thickish cum Fahen had coated them with. "Yeeeeeaaah... That was nice wasn't it?" He patted him on the belly.

Fahen laughed. "Oh fuuuuuuck... Yeah, that was amazing. Oh my God."

Throttle stood up. He grabbed his erect cock and flopped it down on Fahen's cunt, making him jerk. "So, you ready for this now?"

Fahen gawked at the fat pole resting on his lower belly, burning hot and leaking more precum. He was given a visual of how far it would reach inside of him, damn near in the womb. "Ahhh... Yeah. That sounds pretty good, I think."

"I think so too. How do you want it?"

"Um, well... How do you want to give it to me?"

"I'm thinking like this is nice. What do you say?"

"Y-yeah. That sounds good."

"Alright, here I come." Throttle held his penis by the hilt and pulled his hips back so that it fell in line with Fahen's cunny. The head pressed into his vulva with a quiet squish, making Fahen bite his lip. He pressed it more firmly, then breached the fleshy gate. He held onto Fahen's thighs and began sliding forward slowly.

"Ohhh..." Fahen groped up and down his own trunk, wallowing in the pleasure. He looked down and watched that thick pole disappear inside of him, eventually settling down at the hilt. Throttle went deep, pressing against every sweet spot and reaching places inside of him that had never been touched. Fahen instinctively pressed his finger to his clit which was already flattened against the topside of Throttle's cock. He pushed and twirled his button softly, generating soft moans from his open maw. "Ohh... Ohh... Yes..."

Throttle held it there and rubbed his paws around his legs. "Whew, you're tight down there."

"Mmmm, and you're really fucking big down there... Ohh..."

"Yeah, you told me. Mmf," He brought his paws down and glided them up Fahen's tummy. His fingers sifted up through his chest fluff, then cupped the underside of his chin. He leaned over the serwolf and held himself up with his paws on the flanks of Fahen's shoulders. Fahen looked up at the muscular mouse hovering over him, currently laying claim to how feminism. There was the charming allure of his massive arms and broad chest. He reached up to feel them, once again fascinated by their dense structure and texture.

"Uhhh... So fucking hot..." He was busy tracing his finger claw through the fissures between his muscles when he smelled the magnificent odor of Throttle's pits. Once again he started taking a few whiffs. "Uhhh... Lemme see those pits again... Mmmm..."

"Again?"

"Yes, again... Fuck... They're so good..."

"Heh, alright." Throttle laid himself down on him, angling his torso to the side so that his armpit landed on Fahen's face. Fahen burrowed his nose straight into that fuzzy nook, immediately smothering himself in that dizzying aroma of stench.

Sniiiiiiffffffff. "Ohh..." Sniiiiiiffffffffff. "Oh yes~" Sniiiiiffffffffffffff. "Fuck yeah~"

"You really like the way he smells, don't ya?"

A voice that wasn't Throttle's tore Fahen out of his trance and nearly startled him out of his skin. He ripped his snout out of the pit and looked around for the voice. "Hello!?" he called out. He couldn't see much. Throttle, who wasn't reacting, was on top of him still.

"I don't blame him. Throttle fuckin' reeks." There was another voice.

Fahen, through his panic, recognized them. "Vinnie? Modo?" He looked at Throttle. "Are they in here!?"

Throttle just smiled cheekily. "Surprise." Throttle pushed off of him and stood upright. Behind him on each side were his friends and fellow mice Modo and Vinnie. The two of them were built very similarly to Throttle, tall and incredibly muscular. Their immediate distinguishing features were the colors of their fur. Vinnie's was white like snow while Modo was charcoal black. Beyond that, they both had cybernetic features that made them even more unique. Vinnie, on Throttle's right, had a portion of his cranium removed and replaced by a steel plate. It covered the upper right portion of his face and reached far back across his temple. Out of the three, he was the most muscular. Modo, on Throttle's left, had a robotic right arm going all the way up to his shoulder. The shoulder pad of it was purple and the elbow was a simple joint that connected his forearm and upper arm. The fingers protruding from the metallic hand were red. Covering his left eye was an eyepatch. All three of them shared a similar pair of red antennae on the top of their heads.

Also, they were all naked and erect, aiming their intimidating phalluses at the serwolf who was already harboring one inside of him. Fahen shrank where he was, unsure of what to make of the semi-circle of masculinity in front of him. He had an idea of what they all wanted, but wasn't quite sure if he was ready to give it to them. "Um... Hey guys. Mind telling me what you guys are doing here?"

"We heard you two were having a get together. Thought we'd drop in and say 'hi'." Modo said.

"You were gonna watch a movie together without inviting us? For shame," Vinnie said, crossing his arms.

Fahen looked up at Throttle. "You told them?"

Throttle shrugged. "Didn't think it would hurt. They insisted that they should join in on the fun. I told them let's see what you had to say."

Fahen eyed their garishly exposed cocks warily. They were big, especially Vinnie's which stood out from him like a Doric column of white flesh. Modo's wasn't much smaller, demanding an equal share of Fahen's attention. He darted his eyes between those two dicks, intimidated, but also enthralled. Modo and Vinnie were his friends too, two of the few guys he trusted just as much as Throttle. This was a hell of an opportunity to please three beefy mice at once. Who was he to turn that down? He made a tiny smile. "Yeah. OK, you guys can join."

The two newcomers celebrated with a hoot and a high five. Throttle nodded. "Good to hear, but for now you and I've got something going, and I'd like to finish that while we can."

Fahen nodded frantically. "Yeah yeah yeah... We can. Just... Let's do it cowgirl, so I can get ready for them at the same time."

"No problem." Throttle pulled out, leaving behind the feeling of a void in Fahen's cunt. Throttle hopped onto the bed and plopped onto his back with his paws folded underneath his head. His penis laid itself out on his pelvis proudly. "Your throne awaits, King."

Fahen giggled. "Why, thank you, sir." He crawled over and straddled Throttle's thighs. Modo and Vinnie sat on opposite sides of the bed for closer views. Fahen smiled nervously. He wasn't expecting an audience, let alone added participants. He tried to ignore them and focused on Throttle, something that was made easy by the presence of his dick. He stroked it a few times before pointing it up to the ceiling and lifting himself over it. He lined his pussy with it and fell down. Their sexes reunited. "Uhh..." He carefully applied his weight and swallowed the head of his rod. "Ohh..." He came down, impaling himself inch by inch until his ass rested on Throttle's pelvis. His head swooned. "Huhhh... Oh God."

Throttle reached for him and groped his pecs. He raked his claws down gently, eliciting gooseprickles and a shiver. Fahen came up and down slowly, moaning along the way. While he focused on riding, he made sure to relax his backside for its impending penetration. He took deep breaths, letting his tail hole loosen. He reached back into his crevice and rubbed the rim of his pucker, making it tweak and flex. Modo and Vinnie watched silently, appreciating the showmanship. They fluffed themselves with their paws to maintain their intense erections. Even with his focus on Throttle, Fahen could sense their looming arousal as well as their eyes latched onto his working cunny.

It made it all the more exotic feeling. They wanted a performance? He'd give it to them. His tempo quickened and the roll of his hips went further. He would hump with each descent then throw his ass back upon lifting. It impressed his two onlookers. Their red eyes bounced in their sockets in sync with his ass. Throttle appreciated it the most, of course. His face twisted and he was grunting. He had to admit it, the serwolf was pretty damn good. "Damn, Fahen... Ahh..."

"Mmmmm, liking it? Ohhh..." Fahen teased.

"Yeah, I am. Whew..."

"Mmmm, me too~" He turned his head and noticed the other men watching. "How 'bout you boys? You want this too?"

They both nodded stupidly. "Fuck yeah," said Modo.

"Damn right I do," agreed Vinnie.

"Mmmmm, I know you do. Just wait your turn... Ohhhh..."

They didn't have to wait much longer. Even after his previous orgasm, Throttle already felt a second coming on. His grip on Fahen's hips tightened. His head lurched back, bending his antennae against the comforter. "Ah shit!" he huffed. "I'm close! Fuck!" Fahen didn't stop, speed up, or slow down. He maintained his cadence all the way up to Throttle's inevitable climax. "Hnnngghhhhhhhhh~!" Throttle thrust his hips into the air at the very moment Fahen finished his final downswing. The serwolf was lifted upwards, surprising him along with the very sudden burst of cum he felt inside. It was like he was flying. His eyes rolled back into his head and his jaw fell slack with a smile. He was in heaven, just like the mouse who doused his womb with a very serious deluge of cum.

Throttle settled down after a few seconds, panting hard. He licked his lips and gave Fahen a sort of drunken look. "Hahhh... Hahhh... Ah shit... That was alright... Whew..."

Fahen leaned forward and rubbed around his chest. "Mmmm, yes it was. I'm glad you liked that."

"Yeah, I think I want me some of that." Modo butted in. His black cock was leaking precum, egged on by the very erotic scene he had just witnessed.

"I do too. I think I'll have a turn with that mouth of yours."

Fahen blushed and huddled his shoulders, a tad overwhelmed. "OK... How will weeeee... You know, do this?"

"You've got three holes, don't ya?" Vinnie asked.

"Well, yeah."

"There's three of us here!" Vinnie said as if revealing some well-hidden point. "One man to a hole. Simple."

It wasn't to Fahen. "OK, but how does that work?"

"We'll think of something." Throttle said. "First, hop off real quick." He pried the serwolf off of his lap and set him aside so that he could sit up. "I say one guy lays down, Fahen rides him with his pussy so that one guy can stand behing and fuck his ass and the other in his mouth." It was so dirty, but he said it so casually.

Fahen felt his tummy twist into knots again. It sounded fun though. It was worth giving it a shot. "Alright, yeah. Let's do that. Who's going where?"

Modo's robot arm shot up. "I'll lay down! I want at that pussy."

"And I already said I wanted to fuck his mouth," Vinnie stated.

"Alright, that leaves me with your ass," Throttle concluded. He gave Fahen an apprehensive look. "Think you can take that?"

Fahen took a deep breath, then nodded. "Yeah, I can."

The other men liked the sounds of that. They got into positions at once. Modo laid down on the bed right where Throttle was, just above where he had left a wet spot of Fahen's spent pussy juices. Fahen mounted him and did the duty of impaling himself on his cock. It had a much different fit than Throttle's, shorter but much girthier, giving him a better stretch. "Uhhhh..." Modo pressed his fingers into his ass cheeks and parted them, giving Throttle a good look at his pucker while he was rubbing his cock to get hard again.

Vinnie stepped up in front of him with his feet astride Modo's shoulders. His pecker leered in front of his face, emanating a blisteringly hot musk. "Hungry?" Vinnie asked.

Fahen chuckled. "Hmmmm, yeah~"

"Just do me a favor and be careful up there," Modo said. He was looking right up into Vinnie's crotch where he could see the underside of his cock, balls, and buttocks. "I don't want you slipping and landing your ass on my face."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever. I'll be careful." He grabbed the back of Fahen's head and pulled him closer. Fahen gasped, opened his mouth, and then closed it on the fat white pillar presented in front of him. "Aw yeah. Fuck. That's it."

Fahen tried to stay relaxed, but that was difficult with Modo impaling him. He may not have seen him, but he was keenly aware of Throttle preparing to fuck his ass. He kept his jaw as slack as he could, letting Vinnie do the work of fucking his mouth. Vinnie bucked his hips and tugged on Fahen's head, punching his burdensome cock straight down his maw and towards his gullet. Fahen winced and moaned for the first few moments. He focused on his breathing and on the man beneath him. He laid his paws on Modo's pecs. Modo rewarded him with kind rubs of his hips and thighs. Fahen would've appreciated it more if Vinnie wasn't so liberal in his application of dick.

Not helping was Throttle's return. With his cock back at the ready, he came up behind Fahen and straddled Modo's hips. He grabbed Fahen's haunches and split them open. He dipped his thumb into that pink ring of flesh, making it twitch and yawn. He carefully drew his penis towards it, grabbed Fahen by the shoulder, and touched his pucker with his cock. A sharp gasp started out of him, but was promptly cut off by one of Vinnie's thrusts. Vinnie was gripping Fahen's antlers now. He pulled on his head and clenched his powerful buttocks. At the same time Throttle was making his entry, pressing his fat glans more and more assertively until finally Fahen's ring distended to match his girth and swallow the head.

"Ulk..." gurgled Fahen. His eyes rolled up into their sockets. Modo in his pussy, Vinnie fucking his face, and Throttle sliding up his ass. This was heaven. His head was bobbed forcefully by Vinnie's pulling. His hips grinded on Modo by pure instinct. Throttle's oncoming piston, already starting to thrust, only piled on to the growing pleasure. He felt like an object, a collection of holes to be fucked. He was in the very epicenter of a virile siege, drilled in his most intimate of places, flooded with lust and love. It was overwhelmingly incredible. His voice would've rang through the bedroom if not for Vinnie's ardent assault on his mouth.

That was nearing a close when Fahen heard the white mouse huff through his nose. "Ahhhh yeah... I'm cummin' soon. Fuck... Mmmmm, I'm gonna bust." Had Fahen's mouth not been plugged he would've begged Vinnie to cum. Instead he grabbed the back of his hips, egging him on. He wanted it badly, he wanted him to cum, for all three of those men to bless him with their seed. Vinnie was first. He abruptly pulled his dick out of Vinnie's mouth, dragging with it a wide strand of saliva which dropped down Fahen's chin and landed on Modo's chest. Vinnie began rubbing his cock furiously, gritting his teeth and grunting. The first rope fired off and splatted Fahen on the roof of his open mouth. He flinched, but only once. He was much more aware and eager for the many that would soon follow. The second burst blew across the bridge of his snout. The third, more of a spread of droplets than a rope, landed on his tongue and cheeks. Everything that came afterwards merely drooled out and fell on Modo while Vinnie continued stroking himself violently. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh shit~"

Fahen felt like a filthy slut, and he fucking loved it. He chopped his lips on the acrid taste of Vinnie's seed and swallowed every bit. The smell of it burned in his nose, marking him as Vinnie's fuck toy. He licked his lips for the many pearls of cum that had been flung there. A throaty gasp escaped him along with a smile. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, fuck yes~"

He had nearly forgotten about the other two men penetrating him. Throttle wrapped his arms tightly around Fahen's torso. Modo's fingers were dug into the flesh of his ass cheeks. The cocks raiding his holes were side-by-side, grinding next to each other as if to generate heat. It certainly worked, lighting a fire so hot in Fahen's loins that he finally started to scream. He came hard, drizzling water onto Modo's lap and the comforter below. "Ahhhh, fuck yeah~" Modo huffed. "Cum on this fuckin' dick. Yeah..."

"Oh God YES! Ohhhhhh fuck me! Huuuuhhhhh!"

"Keep screamin'" Throttle growled into his ear. "We like it when you scream~"

Fahen had no choice but to obey, filling the room with a deafening song of delight that the neighbors next door had no choice but to listen to. It was soon joined by Modo and Throttle, both whom started feeling their ecstasies reach their peak. Throttle fucked him harder. Modo's grip on his ass grew tighter. Throttle snarled right next to his ear, sounding primal and fierce. It broke off into a loud grunt once he finally came. His hips slammed on Fahen's backside and planted themselves there, buttocks twitching and balls contracting. Modo did the same, throwing his hips into the air so that his oncoming seed could punch Fahen in the deepest parts of his begging pussy. The three of their voices harmonized into a chaotic chord, ear wretching as it was angelic. Their orgasms, made into a trio by Fahen's addition, had them flying well above Cloud 9, deep into the stars above.

Gradually they made their descents back to earth, leaving them panting hard and sweating. Throttle clumsily let go of Fahen and pulled off, uncorking his tailhole and letting more of his cum leak out. He wiped the sweat off his brow with his wrist. "Damn... Holy shit... Wow."

Fahen was stuck where he was, unable to move thanks to the residual glow of sex holding his muscles hostage. His back was bent at an odd angle from where Throttle had left it. His whole body was vibrating. Modo did the job of lifting him off of his lap. Modo's slimy cock flopped downwards, letting his cum loose from Fahen's used pussy. Modo laid him down on his side and patted his shoulder. "There we go. Feelin' good?"

Fahen, still shaking, nodded and laughed. "Yeah. I'm doing pretty good."

Modo patted him again. "Awesome."

Throttle was on his knees by their feet. His penis was fully flaccid. After three whole loads, he was finished. He crawled up to them and lay down behind Fahen. "So, how was that?"

Fahen rolled onto his back to give him an incredulous look. "I cum my brains out three times, I'm shaking like a leaf, and you have the audacity to ask how it was?"

Throttle smirked and kissed Fahen's forehead. "Just wanted to make sure."

"Think you can handle one more?" Vinnie asked. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, on Modo's side. He had remained quiet after his own orgasm, but with his erection back in the fullest, he was raring to go again. The three men gave him a look. "What? I'm just askin'."

"No, you're fine," Fahen said. He patted the space behind him, between Throttle. "Come here, just go easy."

Vinnie smiled. "Alright!" He hustled over to that side of the bed where he slid up to Fahen's back, in front of Throttle. In just a few movements he was inside of him. As promised, he went in gently and started thrusting.

"Mmmmmm, good?" Fahen asked.

Vinnie smooched him on the cheek. "Much better."

Modo snuggled up to Fahen's front and nuzzled his snout. "Thanks for havin' us over."

"Ohh... I didn't really have a say in the matter. Mmm..."

"Don't say that. You could've told us to fuck off."

"Uhhh... Should I have?"

"Well, no."

"Didn't think so. Haha... Ahh..."

Throttle reached across the humping Vinnie and grabbed Fahen's hip. "Tonight was awesome. I'm glad you had fun."

"Mmm, I definitely did."

"Think we can do this again sometime?"

"Ohhhh~ Huhhh... Yeah... I think we can."

Throttle patted him. "Cool." He dug his snout into the nape of Vinnie's neck. "Goodnight you guys."

"'Night!" said Modo.

"Mmf... G'night," grunted Vinnie.

"Huhhhh... Goodnight~" moaned Fahen.

Throttle and Modo were asleep soon after. Vinnie came, thanked Fahen, and was out like a light. Fahen swaddled himself more tightly in that warm cocoon of mousy manliness, and was off to dreamland too, a happily little smile on his face.

THE END