Harem boys
Chapter one; Busted Tuper is pronounced (two pear) its French like me :D They had caught me, that feeling of doing good vanished, I was brought out of the shadows of the building, and onto the roof, I really thought I had it well, but the Industry's PMC's where good, I had managed to slip past them without even a notice or a sneeze, that was good, but they were bringing me to the roof, in this pouring weather. My hands where restrained lightly behind my back, two of the PMC's grip was tight but their orders where clear, leave no marks, I am wanted, and special. I am Hot property. Altered, rare living stock. Expensive, praised, and seductive in my trades of work, I try to keep my quills down as they escort me up the stairs, that feeling of nervousness was a sick feeling, like I was about to vomit, I wished for it to go away, I didn't want any more trouble, I was at the mercy of these armed men, they weren't permitted to use me an any way, but I was at their mercy of harassment and groping, their hands sliding over me, and such. I couldn't tell who had made the "catch" but it was a man named Justin, oh how his brothers in arms would congratulate him for the catch and rough touching of me, perfectly fine, but anything else was an extreme no no. This was my first "escape" or temporary disappearing act you could say I couldn't remember which side he was on, but we neared the roof, of the tall building, and at last we came out of the dryness. I was offended to some degree that is was pouring cold, and they didn't give me any shelter from the cold rain, I wasn't dressed for this, I was dressed for indoor weather, how the heat being kept from the quills on my back soothed me, but I was cold to the bone, I could feel my legs become stiff. Then there was laughter, I looked up and saw a few more PMC's, and a private helicopter, mostly canine. There was sarcastic clapping and bro like cheers, they weren't bothered from the weather, I was, and they weren't. Cat calls and cheers where said, only a few, then I saw this goon with a big smile on his face, a canine, me must be the guy in charge. "Whooo! Who caught the slippery prick?" one cheered, of course Justin answered. "I did, this bitch likes the way I work my hands, he stopped in his tracks just to be "handled"." He laughed, others snickered, Justin stayed behind, and the other PMC grunt gave me a push on the shoulder to signal for mw to continue walking. I did, the rain was soaking me now, I was lead to the helicopter with the goon with the giant smile, from behind Justin got friendly nudges in the shoulder and more silent jokes said. I felt nervous, I didn't know what to expect, the rain covered my expression of thinking, and it was after all pouring hard. We stopped, I was in front of the black helicopter, the smiling goon signaled to the one escorting me, he stood aside, and the canine approached. "Got ya at last porcupine, I was really hoping for a better show of skill." He pushes my chin up with his thumb, and then grabs me by the collar, and pushes me to the helicopter's side. He turns me around; he has a look in his eyes that make me uncomfortable. I feel his hand pulling down my pants and underwear. "Let's see if your hooded cobra has had any action ey?" this sick look in his eyes as he spills the words My cock is out, foreskin hanging, he gives a look of surprise, and puts on a medical examining glove, I feel him push one hand on my chest, and the other, pulling back my foreskin, feeling the edges of my head, it feels good, a type of feeling that make me want to have him explore not just me but himself as well, while I am bound. I try my best not to get an erection, but foreskins are very sensitive, but the cold weather help shakes if off. I am cold, having someone examine my foreskin and genitals, this is most weird, but this is mandatory procedure. The rain has made my hair fully wet, he takes out a UV light, and shines it on my shaft, and skin retracted by hand, no semen stains show up, I am clean, he looks over it again, god I feels so weird, having a male look over your body for signs of sexual climax. But his search comes up clean, he knows I couldn't have washed my cum off easily, but truth be told I didn't have any contact. "Clean bill of health for you hooded snake." He grins. "Now let's see that rectum." Words we about to shout from my mouth, but I am turned around, pants lowered, I am in no doubt sure that the others are watching, I feel a finger forced into my hole, I am not tight, but It makes me cringe, this is not business at all, but its legal. I feel him place to in, he pulls them out in a scooping motion, he shines the UV light on his fingers. Nothing, no cum, I am clean. "Clean bill of health boy." He takes those two fingers and sniffs them; no doubt he can smell the pheromones. "Mhhmmmhmh, even though I enjoy fucking pussy any time I can, not to say that male anal is enjoyable, because well, I am straight, but I can see why your hot property boy, you smell fine, ripe, clean, and willing, but my job is to bring you back to the boss." He brings his head close to mine and smells the side of my neck; I avoid eye contact, as I am trained. He smiles again and pulls my pants up, my uncut tool is back in its warm pouch of clothing, he signals to the men, the pilot turns on the helicopter and I am pulled into the passenger side, along with a few other grunts, the smiling goon no doubt is in the front, I am glad I don't have to sit next to the man who was just exploring my body. But as I sit down, I see Justin take a seat next to me. Oh joy I think, I am freezing, but my hands are free, it would be very foolish to do something stupid, and porcupines are not good with being crowded, so many quill pricks and panic. As I feel the airborne feeling that rise of a vehicle it is calming; I decide it is best to rest. I lean in on his side, and begin to rest my eyes. Some comments are said, but I'm too tired and cold to pay attention, I feel Justin's playfully wrap around side, I feel his heat, the thought of his naked chest on mine warms me, up but I fall asleep, I am safe. I am hot property, I belong to the industry. What a life I live. I should tell you what I am; fully and who this industry is. I am what some would call a "Harem boy", I am of legal age to serve, but this is not at all prostitution, I am genetically infused with a type of pheromone therapy, it gives me an edge in charisma and attraction, and if used right, seduction. I am one of the many chosen males, who this was done to. This therapy brings in more customers; but the services we provide are many and wide, from acupuncture, massages, medical needs, financial, scientific and even intimate encounters, or sex, for those who pay well. Truth be told we do not sell our bodies for sex, only non-sexual service, but if a customer feels "attracted to our pheromones and is willing to pay for a stress relief, and we agree, then we provide it if we feel comfortable with the service. Now it does sound like prostitution, but it's not, more like an industry that sells many things, and sex itself to comfort one who pays well, we males provide a service and comfort, if someone wants more, we take it or leave it, as said before we get to choose when to do this, this is not sex slavery, it's a freedom we have. Males like me are known as "hot property" bringing in money and business for the industry, though we are free, we are confined to the industry itself, we live well, but are marked as property. Our industry works legally with the country we reside in, Asia, if there is an issue with a service or something is out of tune, the operation in that area, it is shut down until an issue is resolved legally. I am marked, I am hot, I am a worker for PGE industry, You know that daze of sleep? That is so dark, or heavy, it seems like a short period, well it was, a hour or so trip from helicopter back to the industry CEO building, I was carried in by PGE medical examiners and a physician. A small medical light in my face and a loud snapping woke me up. The voice was muffled. "How do you feel?" my head was spinning, drifting back and forth from sleep to borderline awake. "Co-old.....so c-cold." I said. The medical examiner threw a thermal blanket on me, and set up vital sign monitors. Why so much precaution? Well its simple, I am hot property, but I have earned a lot of money for PGE, it would be a loss to lose the worker who made so much for the company. From the bowels of sleep, I awoke slowly on a warm bed, covered by a blanket, I turned to my side, eyes closed, embracing the feeling of being dry, I was still stiff from the cold, but in all I was nude. The warm blanket on my foreskin, stomach, and thighs. I decided to open my eyes, it was the recovery room. I sat up slowly, amber grey light, private, and safe room, a personal retreat for hot property. "Good to see your awake Tuper." I turned to see the physician walk in; hands on a clipboard, and a pen in his ear, martins looked so funny with pens in their ears. "Like wise Mr. Lang." I say. "What's it this time?" I ask weak from the cold and sleep. "Hyperthermia, no thanks to PGE PMC's I am writing this down in an incident report, I find such malpractice disturbing." He says writing unseen words in his paper shielded by a clipboard. "Tell that to America and Africa for circumcising their children." "Indeed, horrid stuff." He says, his looks somewhat disturbed by their cultural practices. He fishes around in a drawer, and pulls out a phlebotomy tray. "As always I like to wait for the patient to be awake and aware, and consenting for this blood draw." "I don't blame you doctor, I have big sexy veins." I smile, he takes the needle in hand, I offer my arm and anticubital space for him to begin the draw. "Indeed you do." He says blandly. I watch the needle go in, no pain, dark blood fills the colored selection of tubes, mostly for blood bank screenings and immunology, but truth be told I was clean, I just wanted to get out for a bit. After the tubes are filled, I am asked to apply pressure needle sight; he runs off and begins testing them in the lab across from the medical warm. As I sit and enjoy my nakedness and the fetish of sexual thoughts in a medical room, Mr., Leng comes back; with it are some clothes, new ones. "The CEO called, he wants to speak with you." A talk with the big man, I am not afraid, it's just a checkup. I get dressed, and an escorted to the PGE lobby, where I wait by the elevator, security lets me pass, just by my look, porcupine, only one here, yep its him, they let me through. The rich Asian culture can be seen in the PGE building anywhere, even on my way to the CEO's office. Of course I wait, until the secretary phones me in. He sits there, big black leather chair, its back turned to me, I don't want to question what he thinks, but he turns, I see the wolverine, dressed like a boss (with some failed attempt neo-Asian fashion . He gestures for me to sit; I do so, taking a drag from his electric cigarette. I sit down slowly, careful not to ruin the fine leather chair myself, I was erecting quills out of nervousness, but I knew things were fine, this was my first time "avoiding curfew", but I was always clean with Mr. Nadux. And I guess he liked that. He enjoys the synthetic nicotine, tumbles his hand around in the air, almost thinking. I know his eyes are right on the door, he's waiting; I have seen this game of waiting, boring, but fun for him. A button is pressed, the door locks, and he touches his pc's screen, the file of me absence comes up. He laughs. At least I think it's a laugh.... "-Chuckles- let me tell you something kid, I've seen your work, the money you've earned, why do this?" he had a deviant look on his face, this was meant for his personal enjoyment, not mine. "I mean you could of fucked up those private goons we hire, with you......-he points with the cigarette to my quills- natural defenses, but I have to say, this is a new approach from you, son." He takes another drag, his eyes crossed on thought. "Permission to speak commander?" I say jokingly, of course he nods his happy face. When I said that, that was a cue for me to come clean, it was a password game between boss and worker you could say. "Well, in truth -smiles- I was doing it out of boredom, I admit, life here is good, but....I like the "thrill"." Mr. Nadux looks at me stern, processing that word.......thrill.....thrill...thrill.......thrill, what did it mean for him, defiance, aggression, depression? In all I bet his thoughts on me where at. "Thrill?" he asks. Then he asks again. "Thrill?" that puzzled look of a multimillionaire, stuck at words. "Explain this thrill....." Mr. Nadux then begins typing something, on that oh so secret black pc of his, I really didn't care. "I get bored, I enjoy the fact of sneaking out and evading capture, you could say its fantasy for me, then to be brought safely back. As you can guess, I am good at sneaking, hence the time taken for the "catch". "Are our education courses not satisfactory?" dear god no he didn't just say that. I hated this state he enters in. "Fuck no, god man, I like them, but I feel like I don't spend the free time I have wisely, I mean I exercise, and study, eat, bath, work, but when I get back from class I have 3 hours of nothing to do." That look disappears off of Mr. Nadux's face, a flash from the thunder outside lights of the water on the window, and onto the bamboo floor. I had avoided another clusterfuck of words taken the wrong way. "So you're "bored." He says, then laughs, of all the things he has to deal with in a day, a bored worker was an odd thing, alien and mundane. He signals with his hand, it says come, I walk over and sit on his desk, I was expecting for him to put me in his lap, but then again, anything goes with a CEO. He takes my hand, that look Mr. Nadux gives me; I'm not a kid bro. "Well favors for favors, let me give you a favor." His grip tightens, I remain unaffected by it. This is his behavior of being a predator, in and out of office, well work you could say. The than phone rings, Mr. Nadux swears in Japanese, he picks up the phone, and says a few words in the same language. He puts the phone down, and spins his chair slowly, his eyes dart to different parts of the room, then they stop at me. I am filled with fear by this selection process, just those eyes darting around. If you know the relation between porcupines and fishers it's that, never piss off a carnivore. But I was being stared down by a large one, but of course my CEO isn't a fisher. "Tuper, in all my line of work, you did something today, which is not shocking, but odd, this was a game you wished to play. Also that was the doctor, your clean as always, and you have no outburst history to leave us, I find this a undefined case." He pauses, and takes me hand, that strong grip. Black Japanese suit, trimmed claws. "The first rule I learned was to never get high off your own supply, and as tempting as a...... boy you are, you are valuable to us. But this PMC hyperthermia thing is what worries me, I will have a talk, in the meantime, do what you do best, get fucked and make money." He laughs, that is our slogan here, fuck time, get paid. Well our sex service slogan. He smells my hand, it feels awkward. And looks up to me with fascinated eyes. "I remember all those years ago, well 4, you were just a name on the list for a medical operation never done in the world before, genetic gene and pheromone amplification. Now look at you bringing in all that money and good business, I can smell you, its drawing that feeling of wanting to be near, touching, talking, or smelling you, of course I know you aren't triggering a stronger release of those chemicals. Like a child to fresh cookies, or hungry men to dinner, god we made you so well." I smile. "But this boredom thing is a thorn in your safety group, so favor for favor like I said, how would you like to go out to a club or bar from time to time?" Uhhhhh. That's exactly what my face was saying, my muzzle open, confused, he didn't ask me out, but to go to a social gathering? Without PGE health screenings? "Uhhh Mr. Nadux, I would like to, but I'm not going in there without a box of flavored condoms and blood tests and screenings for everyone who walks in there." I tried to say it in a nice way. "So? It can happen, I am curious to see the real health of the youth of this city; Nyuhebun, don't think I am doing this for fun, I would but, my main affair here is to draw more potential customers into PGE industry. My head shook quills and short black hair. "You're giving me permission to use my pheromones?!" "Absolutely, I need to see how the youth reacts, and I will send personal guards there, well we will call them your "body guards", but as for rules go, be safe, and see what you can do." "When I am going?" " In about 3 days, but I need to get the Northern Japanese Health board to be placed into the city for....let's say "clinical trials" he takes another drag of the cigarette. "So this is an experiment?" I ask. "Yes." "You want me to get people wanting to get their dick sucked?" I make an obscene gesture. He laughs while he answers "Yes." Homosexual youth; he thinks, what a money maker. "Truth be told, we don't have enough gay boys here, most are something else, but the last thing we need is a pregnancy, those sterilization shots, are a must, but we service a different side of Asian society, the whole idea of heterosexual industry always leads to flaws and errors, where with strict control and legal intermission, we have this." He says. "And that." I point a claw to his Sake collection, from over the years. "Just one thing." I speak. He nods his head ready to hear what I have to say. Chapter 2-Trance The talk with the big man, means a lot, but it spreads rumors for me around the other Harem boys, of course they work in the private offices, finical, medical, etc, covered in the latest Asian fashion of architecture, I knew I would be getting looks. They weren't bad, but it mean something was up, boys don't like trouble, the suspect that another boy is doing something not deemed acceptable, sexually harassing another boy, etc. it didn't matter, we were all fine. What worried us hot propriety boys was that PGE industry was in a constant clash with Asian populations morals of what they deemed as prostitution and forced labor, as well as gene splicing; they were both wrong. Asian NGO groups where in a constant fighting stance on PGE customs, it was such an uprising that the government had to enforce peace between them both. I entered the Harem boy's personal facility; compete with public showers, fitness rooms, and a work place. My black jeans showing my swagger, I headed to the shower room, odd enough times I would enjoy showering with the other boys, not for sexually interests but for talk, we could all relate to this work, being gene spliced, and living a usual life, compared to normal people. From the spot where I dumped my clothes, selected a fresh towel, got my personal shampoos and conditioners out, the hot water felt good. It was a trance it put me in, warmth running down my shoulders, belly, uncut cock, to me feet. I almost didn't feel a hand on my shoulder; it had caught me by surprise. A nervous gasp of fear spooks both me and my visitor, but it's just Aimi, another harem boy who works here, a tiger. "Found you at last Tuper, you gave security a scare." I smile off his comment; he keeps eye contact on my head. "You gave me a scare as well, I'm not used to seeing a twink of a tiger sneak up upon a naked porcupine, you know those stories of the fishers are true right?" "You go proof?" he snickers "You want to find out big boy?" right now we were playfully clashing heads. "Maybe I don't want a quilled dick right now?" "Oh come on pussy (lol) you know you may like sounding, but I'm not concerned for your size, I'd say it would fit nicely." I lift up my tail and flash him my anus. He shakes off what I said with a blush. But he sits on the bench behind me and we talk, while I clean myself, in front of his eyes, but we all know each other, so seeing our bare selves doesn't bother us. But many are bothered by the fact I have quills on my back and how it must be awful for doggy style. "You know I really don't know how anyone would fuck you from behind with all those barbs." Oh god he brought it up, second boy this week. WTF. "They're not Barbs Aimi, their quills, , and you should know that by licking your family jewels, you would be surprised to see how they work in terms of sex, don't judge a porno film by its name." I answer. "I imagine your clients have some sort of acupuncture fetish." "Not really, but again, stereotypes'." I said "I know nothing of French stereotypes, I'm Japanese." He says "Well for one, French guys aren't hairy." I answer "Even down there?" he asks. "Yep." I flash him my tuff of pubic fur, he nods, not much hair, he likes the view. We talk on for some time. From the luck I had when I entered the Daiki night club, 3 days later perspectival, 3 heavy Asian men in suits by my side, following me while I explored the grounds for hunting sexual partners. I found it funny that "Gangnam" style began playing when I walked it, talk about an old song, still in reruns for years if not decades to come, in an hour the bar would become packed with young animals who had wondered why a blood test was taken for them to enter, but they wouldn't mind,, drinking rice liquor and talk of sexy girls would overtake them. I am legal to drink, but I might as well stay sober, I want to see these people react to me, and my pheromones. But of course I would be watched by those big guys, who species aren't important right now, but fuck it, I'm here for fun.
Maxwell himself was almost disturbed you could say about the blood test he had to undergo, in order to get into the Daiki, some sort of club, or bar, that all the youth went to. This was his 4th day in the country; away from America the beautiful and gun control law bs, but most of all, he liked the alien atmosphere, for a American raccoon, he felt like he belonged in the lost world, eating sushi, seeing skinny boys in hipster fashion talk in a language he didn't even know, those lessons really didn't help, skinny animals compared to him and his healthy gut, and long hair. It was obvious to call him a foreigner, but no real progress towards marking someone with words. To give more specs of the blood test, he was told to wait an hour, and before he was about to leave, they gave him a pass, some sort of medical Id tag to his photograph, to make it worse they got him at the wrong angle. But patient as he was, he didn't know these people and their ways, but he did respect it, understanding helps make interactions better and conflicts avoidable, that what he thought personally. As he entered the steel doors, it was obvious faint music could he heard from the other set of doors he went through, first showing his good health ID to the bouncer, who nodded and opened the door for him. And inside, Maxwell found a new type of life. In all the term alien, exotic of deviant itself could live up to those words, but overall he was impressed the type of atmosphere could build, and what it told him, some fine mist covered the air above him, with it colored lights, from faint to violent streaks of the rainbow littered his eyes. If it's one thing about raccoons and shinnies, is that he wanted to take this home with him. Maxwell wasn't sure if Vietnamese trance was some form of remixed music or a new genre, he heard odd sounds, like choir music, mixed with the funk of Asian voices as well as popular beats. Maxwell looked around the bar, animals from all over, avian's, bears, even reptiles, but as far as he knew, he thought the only thing in here would be reptiles, but then again, stereotypes. Most of the dance floor was alive and as he walked he almost bumped into a big man in a suit, he swore some words, but a voice hushed him, a voice that spoke in English. "Calm down man, keep your tampon on will you? He's just a visitor." Maxwell turned to see an odd sight, a porcupine with 2 other large men trailing him. He spoke English, maybe he wasn't the only foreigner here, but then again that man did swear in another language. Those men were odd a bunch if a traveling America did see one, Bodyguards? He thought, but immediately dismissed the thought as the porcupine walked by. Some smell ventured into his nose, some craving, but for what? At the moment he was confused, he could smell it, it puzzled him, and he watched the porcupine being trailed by large men in suits an odd sight. It wasn't the trace of the music that had him standing there at the bar, looking over, randomly at times to see the porcupine, laugh and talk to those grunts without emotion, a bartender came over and asked what Maxwell wanted. "Something bland." he said, because to his surprise he got water, how odd. Maxwell had a thing for guys, he saw the curves and shapes of the people here, but they seemed to slim, but that porcupine had some meat on his bones, thick curves, not skinny, well dressed, and then that scent. Maxwell was thrown off by his real purpose of being here. He sat looking over from time to time at him. Then he turned his head, he wasn't there. What?! He thought, where could he have gone? The men in suits where still siting, with Asian cut beards, and slim hair, they seemed chill. Depression hit Maxwell, of all the good sights he just lost one. Shit, he told himself shit, he swallowed more water down then realized the bottle was empty, he wanted to throw it, but he didn't, he was kind on the inside. Not a monster of anger. "Enjoying teh view American?" he didn't recognize the voice, but that scent hit him. Maxwell turned, surprised, his long hair twists, and he sees him, the porcupine, talking to him. Speechless Maxwell is, so Tuper asks him again. "You enjoying the view?" he states again, the lighting and the trance music sets in. "What view?" he speaks stuttering almost. The porcupine smiles. "My guards over there have been telling me I got myself a looker. So are you my prince for this evening?" the bartender slides him a shot glass of some colored liquid. "You speak English?" on the inside Maxwell is at a loss, from embarrassment and the fact he is being checked out as well. "You really don't know how to play this game? I don't blame you, this is another country" Tuper shoots him a smile, that and the scent makes him feel...awkward. "Look I'm sorry, it just that,.... I don't feel..... normal right now." He has manners, Tuper liked that. "Normal? Well my American friend let me tell you, homosexuality is very normal, and in fact I came here to do some looking myself. You got a gut; I like males with extra weight. It's a lot better than.......well these skinny people, I mean I came here for this? Anorexic Asia?" he laughs as he downs a shot of the colored liquid. Maxwell can't help a smile on his face, nervous, but something was telling him to keep it going, a must a need, we wanted to get physical. "What do you sport?" he asks. Maxwell looks up confused, "Pardon?" "What's in your pants?" the porcupine asks, staring down the dance floor. "I'm...ummm. Uncut." He answers shyly. "Really? I like a male who is whole; I got my hood of skin. Rare thing to find from an American, those people are so cut happy it sickens me." Maxwell looks up; "you want to dance?" "Sure." He says. And he takes his hand. From the trance of the music, Maxwell wasn't sure if he was intoxicated by him or the music, the scent got stronger, that.....unknown feeling, but he danced next to him, not caring if he didn't look good. His body told him to dance, he could feel the energy of the light from inside me, he put his hands around his body, and they stood there enjoying the touch, the feel, the lust. The porcupine led him to the VIP room upstairs, of course the room was guarded by those 3 men that followed him around, but Maxwell got past them without incident. The sound proof doors closed, and the atmosphere itself was calm, perfect for intimate contact. Maxwell made the first move, feeling Tuper's stomach, the scent, stronger, he could feel hardness inside of him, they undressed. Then the though hit him. Safe sex, they needed condoms. "Damn." He says. "What?" Tuper asks "I don't have any condoms on me." He stops undressing, embarrassed of his awakening from this lust. "I do, but we won't need them." He smiles. "W-what for?" asks Maxwell. "Well do you need condoms for foreplay?" good point Maxwell thought. "And you got screened for disease from that blood test before you got in, so I don't see a problem right now." Maxwell dropped his pants and undid his underwear; Tuper had his eyes on his belly, how perfect it was. "May I ask what we are starting with?" Tuper takes his clothes off fully, a flaccid 3 inch uncut cock begins to grow at his touch; Maxwell touches himself to stimulate erection as well. His uncut member grows 8 inches. He feels foolish, but Tuper lets out a gasp of surprise on his size, a smile says it all, Maxwell's skin doesn't retract, good thinks Tuper, I like extra. "Docking." He says. The begin to walk towards another. Maxwell lets out a sign as Tuper's now erect 6 inch cock explores the hood of skin, long, moist, sensitive, and alive, precum drools out from their docked bodies, Maxwell isn't sure how to hold him as they caress each other with their swords crossed, he guides Maxwell's hands over his quills, he is surprised about not getting pricked, but his mind is on the feel of his covered glans being explored and touched by another males genitals. Their hands explore one another.
In all I am amazed of this raccoons size, good genes I say, and good skin too, I have never docked with someone, but I seem to be doing it right, it feels...........wonderful, booth of our members in each other's foreskin, lubricating, sliding, drooling cum. I am eager to move things one, he is a shy one, but kind in his touch. I begin to touch his long shaft. I playfully press under his cock's head that hits the spot, his deep breathes, and heat can be felt, I wonder what his sexual position is? "You ready to move on?" I say. His blushed face answers me, and that long sexy hair, I pull my cock from his hood of skin and am surprised to see I'm the main one producing the precum. I pull back his foreskin and get a good look at the exposed glans, wet shiny, and flushed with color; I toss him a condom from the counter. Watch him pull it over is large size, what a sight, a perfect fit too. He walks up behind me, the pheromones are strong, pushing him towards this, and I lift my quill covered tail.....