The Best of Friends
Warning: The following story contains graphic sex between two male anthropomorphic animals, including some particularly disgusting and bewildering acts. If you are squeamish or get easily nauseous, click the back bar. Otherwise, enjoy this tale of romance and love between two long-time best friends.
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He motioned me into his apartment. The place was a mess and the air stunk like salmon leftovers, but I could sense a slight hint of lemon blanketing the odor so I walked in. It was when I walked up to him that I realized the pools of sweat dampening the light green cloth under his armpits. The wetness had trickled all the way down to his waist and even the fur on his forearms were soaked with it. He stunk too, probably even worse than his place. You could tell he'd just been working out for hours by catching a whiff of that musky, filthy aroma he was currently wallowed in. I stepped back as soon as the scent struck my nostrils and I put my hands over my nose and glared at him.
"You really need to take a fucking shower, man," I grunted, the demand sounding muffled, what with my paw pads pressed tightly against my lips.
Jeffie just shrugged, gave an irked moan, and scratched the back of his head before responding to me. "Can you cut me one this once? We're about to head out anyway."
I released my muzzle but kept my gaze locked on him. "You know, I'm not really a go-to guy when it comes to monster truck rally etiquette, but as far as personal hygiene goes, I think killing the 8 rows of fans in back of you won't guarantee us the grant of not getting kicked out of the stadium."
He did a double-take, as if he briefly believed my exaggeration of exactly how many rows of people he was going to kill. Then he lifted up his arm and gave his pit a good, lengthy sniffing. He opened up his eyes and put his arm down and stared at me with the exact face he had before when I finished my criticism of his B.O. I could sense a whimper in his eyes and I knew I had to strike before he actually began to whimper, which always made me stand down and drop my defense. Before I heard the first high-pitched note leak out the side of his mouth, I raised a brow and pursed my lip, getting it through to him that I was done talking. Luckily, he received the message and took off his shirt.
"Fine, asshole," he mumbled as he treaded into the bathroom and shut the door. I could hear him yanking the shower knobs to adjust the temperature of the water, and as soon as the sound of liquid striking porcelain was born, I smiled and sat on the couch and flipped on the tube.
Jeffie was a two-ton bull, and a goddamn good pal. He was a bit chubby, but he'd been working out for the past 2 months so his belly was thinning out. Even though he was lacking a hearty, tasty-looking six-pack like mine, he had meaty pecs that had gotten him a few cute dates in the past. Him and I had been hanging out ever since college, and I loved him like a brother. We lived in completely separate counties, so whenever I wasn't chatting online or talking on the phone with him, I took a cab to his place and hung out there for several nights at a time. We were a unique pair too. Unlike most other twosome buds, we did absolutely everything together. Well, except fucking and bathing, but I'm luring into disgusting territory here, so back to the other kind of everything we did together. We ate together, we shopped together, we slept in the same bed often times...hell, we even pissed together. If it weren't for genetic science getting in the way, we would be brothers. However, there was nothing gay or sexual about our relationship, even though we had been confronted many times by adoring grannies at the supermarket about us being a cute little couple, but whenever that happened, we just shoved it off and didn't look back. We kept sex where it belonged: with chicks. I had a current girlfriend, but I won't bother you with the boring-as-all-fuck details of that scenario. Well, I will tell you one thing. She's a tiger shark, and she's insane in bed. Shit, that was two things.
I myself am a thylacine, very built and stunningly sexy according to me and every girl I've been out with since I began dating. And yeah, my dick is a fucking whopper. 15 and a half inches, son! I knew you were curious. I got the whole package, baby. I'm everything ladies want and more. Bulky arms, stone-thick pecs, a six-pack that's always glimmering even in winter, a porn star dick, a hot ass, and a remarkable disposition. Oh, so you noticed my gigantic ego. Well, someone besides everyone has to admire this smoking bod. At least I'm aware of my self-lust, folks. Don't point your finger where it shouldn't go. You just may lose it.
Ten minutes later Jeffie stepped out of the shower, smelling like Irish Spring and mint dental floss. He was dressed in his paint-spattered shirt, which is the article of clothing he always wore to events where getting covered with mud or some other cloth-destroying mineral was a definite possibility. If it wasn't exactly definite, he would just wear his "Chuck Norris Does All My Stunts" tee. His scent filled the apartment and finally I felt like I could breathe safely.
He caught me huffing in the improved scent and cocked a brow. "You know, I used vanilla shampoo on my balls if you wanna stick that skinny muzzle down there and huff that in."
"Is that a request or a demand?" I remarked giving him a seductive stare.
"A demand, you fuck-tasty jungle hound," he growled and tackled me. This was our little inside joke game we played ever since 3 years ago when we spotted two male leopards in a bar whispering sweet-nothings to each other and kissing after each one. Except we got right down to the "sex", which was mostly only him wrestling me on the couch until I pinned him on the floor, and I always did. Regardless of him being a member of a stereotypically strong and dominant species, I could kick that overgrown cow's ass so hard, he'd be shitting out his nose for the next month. Just like always, I pinned him and he tapped out before I did some real damage to his skull.
The bull crawled up against the coffee table and began breathing heavy. "How is it that you always pin me, Dacko? Look at how small you are."
"Well, Jeff-o, I may be small, but unlike you, I'm not a fucking fatass." I jumped to my feet, tossed on my jacket, and opened the door. Before I walked out into the hallway, I glanced back at Jeffie, feeling it necessary to squeeze in one more comment. From the blank expression on his face, I think he knew what it was. "Oh, and length-wise, I beat you by a pussy-stabbing long shot. K?" Then I walked out. I took great pride in rubbing that little tidbit in his face constantly.
From then, Jeffie and I got into his car, he stopped for gas at one point, where I slipped into the station and bought a six-pack of beer, then we got back into the car and drove to the monster truck rally. And that's all I can tell you because that's all I can remember, because I drank the entire six-pack on the drive there and passed out on the pavement right when we got out of the car to enter the stadium. Speaking in hindsight, I really regret buying that beer. As physically strong as I was, I was a complete lightweight when it came to alcohol consumption. And at the gas station, I thought I'd go easy on myself picking up Budweiser, which did nothing except slice off an hour of how long I was out. Jagermeister would've wasted me for the whole night, and Jack Daniels probably would've sent me into a booze coma.
When I woke up, I was back in the car and the radio was on. "All The Young Dudes" was playing, which was Jeffie's favorite song. Mine too, apparently. Once he told me that David Bowie wrote it, I simply couldn't resist playing it incessantly on iTunes whenever he dropped by my place. As a reflex I began singing along to the lyrics, which I could recite in my sleep, until I looked over and saw Jeffie in the reclined driver's seat with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. I was running a blank as to why we weren't in the stadium yet, because I didn't remember that he had already done so a couple hours ago, so I tapped him on the shoulder until he woke up. He let out an exhausted groan and shifted his gaze toward me.
"What's up, Dacko?" he yawned.
"Shouldn't we be inside?" I pondered, pointing my thumb in the direction of the stadium.
Jeffie gave me an immediate answer, without so much as a chuckle to make it seem like one of those stories we would look back on and laugh about years from now. "You missed it, pal. You passed out when you got out of the car."
"Shit," I breathed. "How was it?"
"Really fucking awesome," he grinned. "I got soaked with mud."
"I was gonna say, man," I remarked, moving my head to the side to try to avert the grimey stink coming from the bull.
"It's been about three hours since it ended, in fact."
"OK. Then why aren't we back at your place?" I caught a few quick glimpses of our surroundings. "Why are we still in the parking lot of the stadium?"
"Ehh, I figured we could camp out tonight."
I gave him a look of disbelief. "In your station wagon?"
"Yeah. We don't have to sleep up here. There's plenty of room in the back. We're making memories here, bud."
"Maybe you just don't wanna drive," I replied and reclined my seat.
"Hmm. You wanna have a go at it? After all that beer you guzzled down tonight?"
"Well, we spent most of our lives together, so why not die together? Sounds good to me," I sarcastically responded and put my hands behind my head.
Jeffie and I both closed our eyes and silently listened to the remainder of our favorite song. After it ended, neither of us made a sound, and I would've preferred if it stayed that way for the rest of the night if I'd known the next sentence to come out of Jeffie's mouth.
"You wanna have sex, Dacko?"
My eyes shot open, and I consider myself lucky that's all they did. I'm surprised my nervous system didn't spazz and shoot my torso through the windshield at the mere sound of such a question. My heart started heavily beating in my chest, and I hoped to hell I heard him wrong. I slowly shifted my pupils toward him and asked, "What?"
Jeffie opened his eyes and leaned on his side, looking me straight in the face. "Do you wanna have sex?" This time he smiled when he asked it.
Suddenly, my heart rate decreased and I calmed down significantly as I realized what this truly was. He wanted to play the game again. I let out a relieved sigh and chuckled a little as I leaned on my side and stuck my hand down my pants jokingly.
"You bet I do, big boy," was my response. I put the gritty seductive tone into it and everything. I had to contain myself from laughing as I spat the phrase out.
Jeffie gave me a kind smile and a raised brow that let me know he was only fucking around when he said what we said. Then he stuck his hand down his pants, but much slower than I did. He undid the button and zipped the pants down a bit, and without further ado, took out his black, sweaty balls and let them hang over the zipper. I could even see his sheath. The thick, glossy tube with little grey tassels of hair on the underside attached to his stomach was in full view, and I was confused as hell. "Your turn."
"Jeffie...uhh, we ain't actually supposed to take out our balls," I commented as a little reminder to the seemingly naive bovine. But what I was unaware of was that Jeffie knew exactly what he was doing, and he was dead serious when he asked me if I wanted to have sex. It only took me a few seconds to find this out when the head of his penis began to emerge from his sheath. Then the feeling I was experiencing before I calmed down came back, and I started panicking.
I was frozen in position and Jeffie became aware of this, so he reached over, stuck his hand down my pants, and began to fondle my balls. He gently massaged my sack in his hand, moving each testicle between his fingers and back into his palm. As he did this, more and more of his dick stretched out from his sheath and hardened. Veins were beginning to form on his shaft and with that, his head got shinier and chubbier. And it just kept growing, like I was on a lift scanning the floors of the Empire State Building. Within a minute, the giant cock grew to its absolute length and rested on the bull's forearm. This thing was like a goddamn movie monster, and its musky aroma was filling my nostrils and making me panic all the more. I snapped out of the trance Jeffie's erection had sent me into and looked down at my pants, which were being stretched forward by my own erection. Jeffie still had his hand down my pants and I could feel my testicles becoming immensely sore. Then, like he'd channeled my thoughts, Jeffie stopped stroking my nuts and pulled my pants to my ankles, making my whopper spring free. With that, Jeffie took his pants and shirt off and tossed them to the side, all the while steadily keeping his eyes on my cock.
"That's very impressive, Dacko. Almost as big as mine," he whispered, which directed my view back to his skyscraper of a dick. He took it in his hand and inched closer to me until his head was touching my stomach. His dick was now facing me and I looked up at him. He shot me a wink and pointed to his bulky friend, and I faced it again. He wagged it a little in his hand, waiting for me to take it in my own so he could let go. I slowly moved my hand up to the enormous dick and grabbed it, and Jeffie let go and leaned back a bit. I brought my muzzle closer to the dick, the stench of it becoming evermore powerful the closer I got, until my snout was a mere centimeter away from it. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around the bull's dick, and slowly slid it into my mouth. As it reached my tongue, I licked the underside of it and completely took in the taste. It was very salty and wet, but also very good. As I slid more and more of the beast into my mouth, I continued licking the underside and savoring the enjoyable taste for as long as I could. The head was now penetrating my throat, so I swallowed some saliva and that let me take in more of the cock. Ten inches of the overall 22-inch penis was in my mouth, and I just kept swallowing more and more of it. Within a few more seconds, 17 inches were in. A few seconds more, and I had the entire dick in my mouth and my lips were touching the base. I savored the moment of having my best friend's entire 22-inch dick inside my mouth and slowly slid back up. As I slid back up, I continued licking the shaft and taking in the delicious taste of it. I had to take it slow so as to not puke all over Jeffie's crotch. I wanted to blow this guy and I didn't want any involuntary disruptions getting in the way. I gagged a bit as the dick was being tugged out of my throat, but I dismissed it and finally got the entire thing out of my throat. The head was now grazing my tongue and I briefly stuck the thin tip of my tongue into the hole. Inside the hole was a yummy salty taste and I made an "mmm" sound as I took it out and released Jeffie's dick from my mouth completely. I opened my eyes and looked at him with a smile.
"How does it taste?" he asked.
"Wonderful."
"You wanna suck it to completion?" He knew the answer already, but I think he just wanted to hear my response.
"Yes, please," I said and sensually licked my lips. With that, I wrapped my lips around the head once more and slowly inched the dick into my mouth. Once again, the entire dick was in my maw and I waited a few seconds and slid back up. Then I slid back down and back up again. Now I was blowing him. I slid back down the dick, sensually moaning, and slid back up the dick and made a loud "mmmm" sound. This thing was magnificent, and as I slid back down again I whipped the shaft with my tongue, spanking cool saliva onto the sensitive skin, and I moaned again as I touched the base. But before I slid back up, I stuck out my tongue and glazed the balls with a light layer of spit. The taste of his balls was even more potent than his dick, and after I finished massaging his sack with my tongue, I slid back up, this time much faster. I began a faster sucking cycle, and pretty soon was thrusting this thing in and out of my throat at a mile a minute. I was doing this for two dozen pumps when I suddenly felt the cock get hotter and fatter. had never sucked a dick before, but I knew he was about to cum, so I slowed my pace and slid down the dick, licked the balls once more, and slid back up. Just as my lips reached his head, he fired his first hot cum shot onto my tongue.
"Mmmm," I moaned as more and more globs of hot, salty cum jetted onto my tongue and pallet. "Mmmmm. Mmmm. Oh god, so good. Mmmm. Oh god."
Just like the length of time it took his erection to emerge from his sheath, the same amount was applied to how much he came. It didn't seem to stop, but hey, I wasn't complaining. I was getting a free meal that tasted awesome here.
"MMMM! MMMMM!" I loudly moaned as the cum piled up in my mouth and began to slide down my throat. "Oh god, this is so delicious! Mmmm!"
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and Jeffie finally spurted his last few drops of jizz into my mouth, each getting smaller as they released, and eventually, his seemingly endless orgasm came to a close. I took the dick out of my mouth and kissed the cum-splattered head. The cum was still sitting in my mouth, but I didn't wanna swallow it. It tasted too fucking good. I moved down and kissed his shaft, which was sticky but it retained the same intoxicating taste that drew me to it in the first place. I continued moving down, pressing my wet, cum-covered lips against this beautiful dick until I finally got to the base. I kissed the taint some and moved on to the balls, the magical sweaty orbs I'd been waiting to suck since my tongue first touched them. I spent an equal amount of time kissing each nut, and I even kissed in between the nuts. I didn't miss a single spot. Then I took the hefty spheres into my mouth and sucked on them. My taste buds practically exploded with this new, utterly magnificent flavor being bestowed upon them. Just imagine every sexually pleasuring taste you can think of and imagine yourself tasting it. Tastes great, right? Now you know about a fraction of what I'm tasting. Just sucking these gorgeous, heavenly balls got me incredibly hot and made me cum all over the shifting gear. I spent what felt like ten more minutes tenderly sucking his nuts and finally released them from my mouth. I lifted the sack up with my paw and stuck my snout underneath it until I reached Jeffie's pungent, stenchy asshole. I stuck out my tongue and shoved as much of it as I could into the damp, pink shit hole and began licking. And I got it up there pretty goddamn far, man. My jaw was wide open, my throat was pressed up against his gooch, and I was rubbing the tip of my tongue against the end of a turd. Drool was piling at the sides of my mouth and all I could smell was shit, but I enjoyed every second of it. As I flicked more and more of my tongue at the turd, it started to push out of the bowels. As the turd became fatter and heavier on my tongue, I knew immediately that Jeffie was gonna take a shit. And, you guessed it, I was gonna eat that shit. I yanked my tongue out of the asshole, flipped over and lied on my back, and opened my mouth wide as it was being filled with the giant cylindrical brown turd. It was coming out like putty, as if I cleared up a slick passageway for it. The stink became more intense as the turd touched my tongue and a few of my teeth. Within seconds, Jeffie had completely shit it out and all of it was in my mouth. As soon as I knew he was done, I closed my mouth, the shit completely submerged inside, and began chewing the delightful hearty chunk of excrement. Yesterday or a few hours ago, eating Jeffie's shit would be the last thing I would ever even think of doing, but right then, that's exactly what I was doing. I felt like a kid packing his mouth full of chewy chocolate as I feasted on the mouth-watering shit and every cashew bit and bean within it. It wasn't as yummy as the cum, but it was pretty damn palatable. Chunky chewing sounds came from my mouth as I devoured the turd. Finally, it had become entirely liquidated in my mouth and I guzzled the shit juice like a beer, except it tasted WAY better than beer.
Once I swallowed the last of my friend's tasty turd, I got up from his crotch, sat up, and looked him in the face, licking my lips of the excess shit. He rested his hands on my shoulders and brought his face close to mine.
"Now that foreplay's done," he started, "what position do you wanna do first?"
It came to me instantly and I cracked a seductive smile. "69."
"Excellent choice," he whispered as he embraced me in a juicy, open-mouthed kiss.
We moved our charade into the back and got into our 69 positions. Jeffie chose the top, but then again, we both wanted that. His nutsack hovered over and collapsed onto my forehead, and by the time they did, his dick was already halfway into my mouth. A few seconds later, it was fully in and I was suckling the base. Since I was on the bottom, I didn't have the advantage of sliding up and down the dick, so I just tenderly suckled it as he blew me a few feet away.
*****
As the adorable thylacine below me took my entire dick into his maw, I began kissing the tip of his pulsating, extremely moist dick. His dick was vastly different from mine, in that it had a bulbous knot at the base and was dark pink and covered with red veins. Nonetheless, it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and I didn't want to waste any time without it in my throat. I spent very little time on the kissing and wrapped my lips around the dick and hastily sunk down to the knot and whipped my tongue at it. It was very hot and very hard, and with short hesitation, I took it into my mouth as well and shot my lips back up with the same haste as I used when I sunk down to the knot. I sunk back down, and shot back up, all the while preserving its strong, palatable, musky taste in my mouth. It was incredibly musky, almost too much for me, but this was a remarkable moment here, and I didn't want to spoil it because my lover's dick was too tart for my taste buds to handle. So I continued sucking, regardless of the taste, and continued to please the man for which I had deeply loved since we first meet in college.
I figured I'd done a particularly good job of hiding my affection for Dacko all these years and trying not to blow my load all over his chest when we played that wrestling game. It was a good thing he pinned me every time, but then again, I let him. He definitely wasn't as strong as he proclaimed, even though he had that orgasmic chest. Oh Christ, that was always the image I would jerk off to: Dacko's glossy, bulky, six-packed chest! What an attractive man he was. And after 7 years of non-gay friendship, I finally had his dick in my mouth, and mine in his. And we, at long last, had fallen in love with each other.
I was broken from my romantic trance as Dacko came into my mouth, his scrumptious, delectable, salty, hot cum striking my tongue and sliding down my throat. I savored this moment for as long as it lasted, and there was a whole lot of cum preparing to fire at my tonsils in this gorgeous thylacine's cock.
*****
Jeffie's cum was being pumped into my stomach like a feeding tube. A delicious, thick, hot, dick-like feebing tube, that is. The warm semen heated up my belly and I grabbed his hips and yanked his crotch closer to my face. My muzzle was getting crushed, but other than that, I was in a state of pure ecstasy. I was cumming as well, and I could hear Jeffie's muffled moans as I fired more and more white cum all over his mouth. This position was truly the shit, man. You receive pleasure while you give pleasure. What could be better? Right then, I answered my own question. I knew what was better than 69ing with this beautiful bull on top of me: being fucked up the ass by him. Of course we would have to perform in a few more positions before we got to that grand finale, but I had my mind set on it, so therefore, it was certain to occur.
The hot, sensational cum inflated my stomach like a water balloon and right when I felt like I was about to pop, Jeffie spewed the last injection of cum into me. He sat there for a few seconds just to make sure there wasn't any excess left to fire, and slowly pulled his long dick out of my stomach. The shaft felt so good rubbing against my esophagus that I achieved another boner, and as his head grazed my tongue as he lifted the rest of his dick out, I quickly shoved my shit-drenched tongue into the hole and licked the inside of Jeffie's dick clean. There was some of my stomach acid on the head, but I ignored that foulness and focused on the excess cum I was sucking out of the marvelous beauty. He had at least 8 ounces worth left and I sucked it down like a baby eagerly chugging its formula from a bottle. Wet, sensual "mmm" and watery sucking sounds leaked out the sides of my mouth as I swallowed my friend's salty formula. Before long, he slid his gigantic penis down my throat and into my stomach again, prepared to give me another wonderful semen injection.
*****
Dacko was sucking at my head so hard, I figured it to be hospitable of me to shove my cock into his belly once more and give him some more of my cum. He obviously couldn't get enough of the stuff, and as long as I had a wealthy supply of it, he was going to get as much of it as his heart desired. Those cute "mmm" sounds emerged from his throat like an engine, and I couldn't help blushing and making a quiet "aww" at the little guy. Obviously by now he should've figured how wrong he was every time he shot me that sly brow along with a comment of how much bigger he was than me. In fact, I knew he realized it, and he didn't seem to mind at all. As soon as he realized at long last that he did have feelings for me, with my monumental dick in his belly pumping him full of my cum, he was the happiest hound in the world.
*****
As I suckled the base of Jeffie's dick, I began to gyrate my body back and forth so as to give him a penetrative advantage. It wasn't just the dick I loved; I also...actually, loved him. It finally came to me all in an instant. I was in love with Jeffie Thompson, my best and closest friend for 7 years. Deep, amorous, romantic love. I didn't want to spend a second away from my gorgeous newfound lover; this I knew for sure. I kept my gyration cycle going and in my mind, gathered up memories of every single girl I'd ever been out with to analyze how much I truly wasn't attracted to them. And it wasn't because I had a throbbing cock down my throat. If anything, sucking Jeffie off ripped open my mind with an earthshaking force like it was a welded treasure chest, and out shot every dried-up nugget of fake gold that were my female flames. Diana, badger, cute ass, lovely head of hair, sucked me off on the first date. I was blinded by a blowjob. She was so shallow, she brought nothing new to my world, and I knew deep down that I hated every inch of her. Except for her ass, of course. Asses were always my weakness. Rhonda, swift fox, hot face, hot body, rockin' pussy. But she wanted a committed relationship, which I something I would've given her if she hadn't been shoving every mistake I made down my fucking throat constantly. Farrah, Doberman, emotionally abusive; Jenna, horse, cheated on me incessantly; Wanda, rabbit, extremely low self-esteem, and the files kept firing at my face nonstop. I needed to clear all this shit away, because I didn't need it. I had what I wanted, and his balls were resting on my forehead at that very moment.
I smiled contentedly and Jeffie came once more. I didn't cease gyrating because from the pleasured moans he was making, I could tell that my fidgety movement was increasing the pleasure of the orgasm. Once again, he pumped me full of his hot sperm, and the globs kept piling for two minutes. Every orgasm he had since we began fucking was everlasting and sent me into a state of pure bliss. And I know what you're thinking; I made the "mmm" sounds again. That was gonna be my trademark. He certainly wasn't stopping me, and just hearing myself moan like that got my dick all the harder.
"I love you, Dacko," Jeffie sensually breathed. He didn't sound like he meant it, like the only reason he spat it out was to increase his pleasure, but I knew he did. I could perceive past his tone and reach into the warm, friendly, romantic stud inside. "This feels so good." He knew I couldn't talk, so he continued. "Do you like my blazing hot cum?"
"Mmm-hmm," I moaned.
"Mmm. Yeah. Do you know I've loved you forever, Dacko?"
"Mm-hmm."
"Do you love me as much as I love you?"
"Mmm-hmmm!" I put as much passion into my response as I could.
"How long have you loved me?" He finished his orgasm and slowly lifted his dick out of my stomach because I knew he wanted a concise answer to this one. He slid the shaft up my esophagus and it grazed the pipe once more, making my knot expand and my dick leak a thin strand of pre-cum. His dick was completely out of my throat and his head rubbed against my tongue, but this time I didn't grab it and suck the excess from the hole. I let him fully remove his cock from my maw, and when it was out, he shifted around, still on top of me and facing me. He asked the question again just in case I forgot, which I certainly didn't.
"How long have you loved me?" His breath smelled like my balls, which got me very horny.
I stroked his beard with one hand and played with his ear with the other. "I've always loved you, my prince. It just took me until now to finally realize it." I gave him a warm kiss on the lips. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, Jeffie."
"I love you too, Dacko." He embraced me in another soft kiss and got on his knees. "Get up," he ordered, "and take off that stupid shirt so I can see that awesome chest."
"You got it," I obeyed and took off my tee and exposed my admirably built chest muscles to my lover. His eyes lit up at the sight and he came all over my pecs. I just giggled as the hot white liquid struck my fur and shimmered down my six-pack. I looked into his eyes and he wanted to apologize, but I stopped him by holding a hand in the air.
"So," I said as I rested my hand on my chest and rubbed the cum into my skin, "you wanna eat my ass?"
Jeffie gave me a grin and replied with, "Flip over."
I did and instantly felt his cold, wet lips wrap around my asshole. He kissed the tight pink hole, and when he licked it I jizzed all over my chin. I shuddered as I finished my short orgasm and the thick cum dripped from my neck. A drop hit the floor and Jeffie shoved his pancake tongue deep into my bowels.
"SHIT!" I screamed as the sensation erupted throughout me. "Your tongue is fucking freezing!" Watery sounds emerged from Jeffie's lips as he sucked on my asshole. He gave my intestines a good, wet lick and kissed the border of the hole every five seconds or so. He was officially tongue-fucking me, and I made a pleasured moan as I felt another orgasm building up. A loud smooch came from his mouth and I tossed my head down between my shoulders and shot my load into my throat. I swallowed my hot specimen and Jeffie began swiveling his tongue inside my intestinal pipes and whipping their walls with it.
"OHH!" I yelped and sunk my claws deep into the car's rug. "Ahhh! Holy shit, Jeffie!"
That's when the thought crossed my mind that if this was too much for me, how would I be able to withstand the sodomy? But Jeffie eating my ass wasn't painful, in fact it was too pleasurous. And he gave this eating his all. Every nerve in my body was tingling and ripping apart like I had severe sunburn, but I didn't want to stop it. I sufficed my impulses by screaming, which held me.
"Jeffie! Oh god! Oh god! AAHH! JEFFIE! JEFFIE!"
I started to cum once more and got a little bit of it on my chin. But I ducked my head between my shoulders again and fired the remainder of it into my mouth. I brought my head back up again and kept the cum resting on my tongue, slightly burning it, and Jeffie gave my asshole a good strong suck, which sent a shock throughout my nervous system, which made me belt out screaming.
"OHHHH GGODDD!" My cum trickled down the corners of my mouth and slid down my chin. I continued to scream; he seemed to be getting off on it. "JEFFIE! OH, IT FEELS SO GOOD!"
*****
What an emotionally passionate canine. I wasn't even near the prostate. I had never made any animal scream more in my life, much less a man. I was pleasing my thylacine in ways he never thought possible. I was sending vigorous waves of electricity through his nerves just by flicking his intestinal walls with the tip of my tongue. To increase his pleasure, I pulled back my tongue and thrust it against his intestinal walls like a van careening against a gate with intent to peel it from the bricks and knock it over. This was when Dacko nearly destroyed his vocal chords. He began to scream, but I didn't want anyone coming to the car so I ripped my tongue from his ass, jumped on top of him and tightly clasped my hands over his lips.
"I stopped," I reassured him and kissed the top of his head. "I stopped, baby. It's OK. I don't want you to ruin that dashing voice of yours." I kissed the top of his head once more and I could feel the heat spraying from his nostrils onto my hands. I kissed him on the top of the head once more, whispered to him that I loved him, and turned him over and took my hands off his mouth.
"I love you so much, Jeff--" I had his lips locked in a kiss before he could finish his sentence. I let go of his lips a few seconds later, and kissed them again. I fed my tongue into his mouth and polished his pallet with a thick layer of spit, let go of his lips, and kissed them again. I had always loved doing this. It let me catch sight of the lines of saliva connecting to our lips each time I let go of my sweet puppy's mouth. I kissed him again and spit into his mouth, let go, and kissed him again. I continued doing this for 2 more minutes, let go one last time, and stared into his trancing brown eyes. He was completely in love with me. I could tell just by looking at them.
"You're a good puppy," I said and gave his face a long, slow lick. I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and kissed him on the top of the head. "You're such a good puppy."
"I want you to fuck me," was what I heard coming from my lover's mouth. I took my lips off of his head and sunk back down to his face. The sincerity in his eyes was overwhelming. "I want your cock inside of me, Jeffie."
"Are you sure?" I asked. "You almost had a heart attack when I ate your ass."
"So tape my mouth closed," he whispered and grinned. His sexy stare washed over me like a forceful tidal wave. "Trust me. I know what I want." He gave me a big smile that pushed his cheeks into his eyes so much that he had to close them, and a moment later opened them back up and stared at me again. He sunk his head down to my chest and licked my nipple. Then he kissed it, slid back up to me, and kissed me on the lips. He let go and asked, "Do you have any tape?"
"I don't want you to suffocate."
"Well, I don't wanna draw attention to the car." He gave me that cute smile again and kissed my nostril multiple times.
"It's 3 A.M., babe. No one's here."
He let go of my nostril, leaving a strand of saliva on it that connected to his lip. "Then what are you waiting for?" He looked down as my dick began growing into an erection. He was right, and like he said, he knew what he wanted. I just didn't wanna hurt him.
The shiny head of my fully erect penis rested on his nose and he lapped at the underside, which felt great. I let him take his time with it and have a little bit of fun before I moved down and planted it in him. He caught hold of the foreskin and began suckling it. He was moving his tongue around it, grazing it with his teeth, and when he was done, there was a small blue patch on the skin. He'd given my dick a hickey. I giggled, took my cock away from his nose, and kissed him once more.
"You're so cute," I said, stroking the smooth fur on his face.
"I know," Dacko breathed, planting another kiss on me before I got down to business.
I inched my stiff dick down my lover's chest, rubbing it up against the ridges of his pecs and six-pack. The cum that I had squirted onto them earlier had almost dried into his fur. I moved down to his pelvis, which was cool and sweaty, and it felt smooth against the head of my penis. My ballbag backed up against his dick and I let it bury itself in my fleshy gooch. I felt a warm drop of Dacko's pre-cum squirt onto the patch of skin and I lifted my sack off of his dick and continued to inch downward. My shaft was now grooming the tip of his penis as I pulled it back. Every few inches, Dacko would fire another strand of pre onto its underside. The head of my penis finally reached the tip of his, and playfully, I grabbed his tip and fed it into my own dick hole. I moved down his dick, blanketing it in a warm layer of leftover semen. Dacko moaned painfully as half of his dick was now inside of mine. The wet sensations emerging from the two genitals making ultimate contact with each other made Dacko cum, and I felt it. I had his entire dick inside my own, which I had previously thought was physically impossible, and he was now ejaculating within another dick. This was a fantastic occurrence here, and despite the thylacine's yelps of pain, I could see it in the way he gritted his teeth that he was enjoying every second of it. He always put me on like this. Those moans sounded so fake; he was just trying to see if I would yank his dick out before he finished. But I wasn't even close to it.
He continued cumming and I leaned into him harder just to increase the painful pleasure of this odd orgasm. My face soon met with his, and his teeth were bared, tears were in his eyes, and there were drops of cum seeping out of the corners of his mouth and shimmering into his cheek fur. I grabbed his face and tried to pull his lips down over his teeth.
"Come on, close that mouth so I can kiss it."
"Jeffie, this really hurts! I can't stop cumming! I'm being choked to death here!"
"Aww, quit that shit, baby," I reconciled and brought my face closer to his. I began to whisper. "You're exploding in there. You can't lie there and honestly tell me you aren't enjoying having your cock totally engulfed by mine."
I could sense a smile trying to twitch itself out in those pretty black lips. He snickered and I had him. "I didn't know you could do this."
"I'm in complete control," I said and took his ear in my mouth and sucked on it.
"It feels so good."
I let go of his ear and drooled onto his forehead. "It doesn't hurt at all, does it?"
Dacko inhaled, prepared to say something supposedly shocking...or at least that's what I thought. Instead, he just exhaled and repeated himself, "It feels so good."
I finally met his lips with mine and whispered to his teeth, "You're not gonna stop cumming, are you?"
"I wish," he replied and shoved his tongue into my mouth. We embraced each other in a long, wet, saliva-filled, sensual, erotic kiss that lasted for 7 minutes. I'm serious. 7 entire minutes. And within those 7 minutes, I came 24 times onto Dacko's dick, and he came 22 times into mine. It was the best moment of both of our lives. All the sexual pleasure we'd ever desired or thought up was happening right there, right then. I was lost in Dacko's overly musky scent that I still couldn't get over, and I couldn't read his mind, but I think he was lost in my huge fleshy lips eating his face and, of course, the spellbinding scent of my Irish Spring body wash, the mud I was splashed with, and the vanilla shampoo on my nuts.
*****
No, it didn't hurt at all. It was the exact opposite. Having my dick literally eaten by Jeffie's dick was every magnificent feeling I could imagine and more. It was the greatest thing I'd ever felt in my life. I was pumping his urethra full of my cum while he built up his own and shot it at me. Our dicks were engulfed in a sea of blended semen in our 7 minute be-all-end-all kiss. I don't wanna sound exaggerative when I tell you this, but these 7 minutes were truly everlasting. Imagine that. We were bending the very fabric of time and space in that kiss, and as soon as we let go of each other's lips, the saliva that we had built up soaked my face, and Jeffie collapsed on top of me. His head smacked against mine, knocking me out for the second time that night. As my head smacked against the surface of the rug, Jeffie's lips landed on my tongue. His drool slid down my throat as we lie there in the back of his station wagon, practically lifeless with my dick inside his, both captured in a love that really only comes along once in a lifetime.
I woke up the next morning feeling something penetrating my ribs. I was still in Jeffie's car, on my back. I cleared away the clouds of morning smog in my eyes as the events of the night before all came rushing back to me. My gaze locked onto my dick, which was safe and submerged within my sheath. I looked up at Jeffie's face. He was giving me a seductive grin. His breath stunk like rotten meat, but I didn't mind in the least.
"Look down," he ordered, breathing a cloud of foulness into my face. I was going to, but he embraced me in another kiss before I could budge. I tasted every flavor in his mouth, repulsive and pleasant, and he filled my throat with his saliva and yanked on my tongue with his. We began to make out and I put my hands on his back and felt him up all the way down to his ass. I grasped those cheeks in my fists and tugged, and he made the kiss tighter and wetter. My nostrils were full of his morning breath and all I could taste was bitter saliva. We were both moaning and I had begun to get another erection. I tugged harder on his ass and he made the kiss tighter. The grip was so fierce, I heard a few pops in the cartilage in my snout. So what did I do? Yeah, I tightened the grip on his ass, and he began devouring my face like a hungry bear. He grunted and phlegm shot out of his nose and onto my eyelids as we ripped at each other's faces with our lips. The kiss was starting to hurt incredibly, and I think he was breaking my snout, so I let go of his ass and he eased the pressure a little. I scanned my hands down his body some more and eventually came to his ballbag, and when I applied pressure to it, I felt it pushing on the base of my tail. I scanned past the ballbag and moved onto the dick, but my hand was stopped as I touched my own ass.
My eyes became wide as I realized what was happening and what the source of the irritation in my ribs was. It was at that moment that Jeffie broke the kiss and lifted himself off of my chest so I could look down and prove to myself that what I had longed for since last night was finally happening. It was. Jeffie's enormous, beautiful cock was entirely submerged in my asshole. I lit up and looked back up at Jeffie, who stared at me sternly and demanded, "No screaming."
Then he began to pull out his dick, and it felt incredible. "Ohh Jeffie..." His head caressed the stretched-out walls of my intestinal pipes and made me cum onto his chest. I was incredibly tight, but that made it feel so much better. Once his 22-incher was almost out of my ass, he propelled it back in, and I felt like I was being ripped in half. The head rammed against my ribcage and Jeffie smacked a hand onto my snout before I could even shriek, and the force of the hit made my entire face go numb. He pulled the dick back out, and once again I came onto his chest, an orgasmic stare boiling in my eyes, and he barreled back in again and forced his hand harder onto my snout. At this point, I don't think there was any blood left in my head. He pulled it out with lightning speed, and shove it back in again with the same pace. Then he pulled out quickly, and propelled back in quickly. I was feeling it all there on the floor. He had me pinned to the rug. I couldn't move at all. My vision was becoming extremely blurry, and my lungs felt like they were being rocketed further into my throat every time he smacked his dick against them. I couldn't tell, but under my fur, my skin was completely white; bloodless, airless...I was dying. And I wasn't cumming anymore. I was just the motionless sex toy of the monumental bull gyrating mercilessly on top of me.
But I fucking loved it.
He thrusted in and out multiple times, and the only thought I could get across my mind was, 'I hope my face starts bleeding'. I really wanted it to. I was praying for severe blood loss, and I don't even believe in god. Not because I wanted him to notice and stop, because even if I did and he did, I knew he would just shrug it off and keep going. I wanted to bleed because I wanted to feel everything, and I mean EVERYTHING necessary to get the full thrill of this ultimately indescribably painful and wonderful assfucking.
After the first few minutes, my entire body was utterly numb. I couldn't feel blood in any part of my torso, fingers, or ass, for that matter. I was just there, existing only through sight and nothing else. My blurring eyes shifted to my lover, who was still fucking me with his all. He was putting even more dedication into the sodomy than the ass-eating. 'What a great guy,' I thought. 'I really fucking love this bull.' Then I blacked out.
*****
My thylacine was practically dead under me, but that's what I had expected in the beginning. What he didn't know was a few minutes after I passed out the night before, I regained consciousness, took his dick out of mine, and sat in the driver's seat with a pad and pencil calculating the pain that would be inflicted on him when I fucked him in the morning. The little runt also didn't know that my major in college was medical science. Yeah, I was much smarter than I led him to believe, but he always had a huge ego and I didn't wanna fracture it by piling my intelligence on him. My results depicted exactly what was happening at that moment: Dacko would hold for the first ten seconds, but then begin to numb up completely and eventually black out...for the third time in the past two days. But when he awoke, his ass would be bloody, painfully bruised, and completely filled with my cum.
I shot my first glob of cum at my lover's ribcage, feeling overwhelming satisfaction in having finally broken his ring and become one with him. The second glob came firing out and I could feel its scorching heat trickling down my head and onto my shaft. I began to pull out and fired a few more globs of cum on the way, spewing them at his liver and stomach, and as my head approached the asshole, I fired a bit more of my load at the intestinal pipes and completely pulled my dick out of the animal. I directed my cock to his glistening, gorgeous chest and emptied the rest of my load onto his abs.
My long-time lover and I had finally fucked, and it only took 7 years to happen. I examined his unconscious body and stroked his beautiful golden cheek fur with my hand. He was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, lying there like a Greek god. I grinned, leaned into him, and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
"I love you, baby."
*****
I awoke five hours later with Jeffie's face an inch away from mine. He was giving me his award-winning sexy stare and I grinned at him. Unfortunately, my grin was broken a second later when a cold breeze wafted near my asshole and chilled my entire body. I wondered where it had come from and looked to the side. I was in Jeffie's room, on his bed. And the window was open, so my question was answered. I sunk my face back under his and kissed him.
"I love you, Jeffie," I whispered.
"I love you too, Dacko," he whispered and kissed me again.
Jeffie, bull, glossy black fur, sexy pecs, a chubby gut that I now found immensely attractive, a delicious dick and balls, and a tasty asshole as well. He was perfect.
As we began making out again, I heard "All The Young Dudes", our favorite song, playing from the living room.
All the young dudes
Carry the news
Boogaloo dudes
Carry the news...
Now all I need to do is bathe with him.