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The Church of Gilles

“The dudes swear by it,” Corbin said, his hand in his boyfriend’s ass pocket his long fox ears twitched. “Total chill sesh and completely free.”

“Yeah, sure,” Denny rolled his eyes, they coyote smirking while his viper bites glinted in the evening sun. “Is that why they told you to bring me along?”

“Don’t act like you’re not excited,” Corbin gripped his boyfriend’s ass and leaned in to whisper in his ear. “I talk to them all the time about you and your tight little pussy.”

“Wouldn’t that be a diss on you with how much we fuck?” Denny pushed his shoulder against the coyote playfully. “With how much you rail me, shouldn’t it be nice and loose.”

“We both know that’s not how premium pussy works,” Corbin nipped his coyote boyfriend’s ear. “Besides, Louis is going to be there. He’s been chomping at the bit for a threesome since you started teasing him with picks last week.”

“Yeah, remember that video he sent?” Denny smirked. “The dude jacked off that massive log and busted a gallon I swear to god.”

“Yeah he did,” Corbin smirked. “Fuck I just want to see that dude sink inside you and make you scream.”

“Fuck baby, don’t tease me,” Denny smacked his hip playfully against his man.

The two were roughly the same height, maybe Corbin was a hair shorter, but with their ears they were both the same as long as no one put them back to back. Corbin was a tall lanky fox clad in a dark, band hoodie with skinny jeans and worn out red converse. Denny was a coyote with a similar build and wore a college merch sweater with their football team’s logo printed across it with a red plaid scarf. His jeans were tight, but not skinny as his thighs wouldn’t allow for that. The coyote’s ass and legs were one of his greatest features, and he sported them proudly.

“So,” Denny smirked. “Is this session free because they wanted you to bring me over?”

“You upset that I brokered free booz and herb for your company?”

“Not at all, I’d be upset if you didn’t.” Denny paused, his ears twitching to the side as he cocked his head. “Well…I’d be upset if I couldn’t partake, but I’m assuming this hang is all inclusive.”

“Very,” Corbin smirked and gripped his man’s ass, his own bulge twitching. “The guys really want to meet the infamous Denny especially after you sucked Greg off under the bleachers during our game.”

“I couldn’t wait for you to be done,” Denny smirked. “Did you like the video I had him take for you?”

“Shit was hot, though he can’t dirty talk for shit.”

“Fuck, right!” Denny chuckled. “He just kept saying ‘take it’ over and over. Like, dude, what do you think I’m doing?! Your balls are being scratched by my stubble?! If I take anymore my tongue will be coming out your asshole!”

The two laughed and reminisced about their sexual exploits while dried leaves rattled down the sidewalk. The two were total horndogs through and through, so when the opportunity presented itself to trade sex for drugs, the two hopped on that band wagon as a win-win, but there was another reason Corbin wanted to meet up with the guys.

Corbin was in the lockers with his bros when he overheard them talking about their secret for getting so big without roids, and that what they passed around would give them hella stamina in bed. When he came over they opened up right away about how this Gilles guy was the shit and kept them drunk, high, and pumped, but they weren’t going to give up their secret without a little something extra. When Corbin saw the pictures of his team mates the prior season and how much they blew up over the summer, he was sold immediately. He wasn’t about to shoot up roids and shrink his dick, but if they had something that worked that well, then fucking hell, he’d try it. They all looked just like him before, but now they were all stacked jocks with tit’s bigger than their girlfriends’. They were massive and bulky, but with how chill they were, he knew there was no rage inducing juice. They swore it was all natural and Corbin was going to get to the bottom of it.

“Is this the place?” Denny asked as the rounded the corner.

“Yeah,” Corbin glanced at his phone. “This is the address.”

“I can see why they don’t tell too many people, the place looks like it’s about to fall apart.”

Sure enough, the old ramshackle church was in faded disarray. The wood siding had long since chipped away its paint and grayed in the weather. The steeple atop it no longer had its bell, the brass cross rusty and green from years of exposure. The old, knotted oaks that framed the church had lost half their leaves, but still brushed the edges with browns and oranges. Old abandoned furniture littered the overgrown grass, rusted bikes and tires.

“They said it looks better on the inside.”

“It’s locked though,” Denny pointed to the old rusted lock on the main doors.

“The guys said there’s a back door that leads to an old kitchen. Come on,” Corbin gripped onto the chain-link fence that surrounded the church and hauled himself over. “Just like your place when we snuck in after your parents went to bed.”

“We got caught with your dick in my cunt,” Denny rolled his eyes but hopped the fence with more grace than Corbin.

“Yeah, and I have the bald spot on my tail from where your dad yanked me off you.” Corbin chuckled.

“Yeah, and I kiss it whenever you have me rail you from behind with the strap on,” Denny’s boots scraped the loose gravel as he steadied himself on the ground.

“Fuck, don’t bring that up,” Corbin bit his lower lip.

“Yeah, you don’t want the guys to know I peg you?” Denny slapped the fox’s ass electing a small yip from him.

“Dude, I brag about your peg game all the time,” Corbin smirked. “I just don’t want to have to go back and get it.”

“You mean you didn’t bring it?” Denny joked sarcastically. “Well, we’ll just have to turn around and-”

“Come on you dork, it’s just around back.” Corbin waived his man on and they both quickly found a little trail that ran along the side of the church. They found the busted door and dipped in. The place smelled musty and reeked of weed. They knew they were in the right place.

“There’s that good stink,” Denny practically purred, the coyote’s tail flicking back and forth.

“Yeah, they said they are in the big auditorium room.”

“You mean the chapel?” Denny cocked a brow.

“Yeah, the church part of the church. The churchy part.” Corbin joked back.

“Which one of us went to catholic school again?”

The fox just chuckled and ducked through a door and into a side hall that ran up the length of the church and turned in where he heard some dudes laughing. The old church’s stained glass was bleached form years of being exposed to the sun, the filtered light stained gold from the faded glass, or found its way through broken panes. The alter at the head of the church was broken, one of its legs shattered and toppled. The cross that was once leaning up against the wall behind it was now resting upside down against the part of the altar that wasn’t broken. The main floor had pews, but a large section of them had been broken apart to make room for a circle of guys to just chill.

There were four people just lounging in the open area, either sitting on the ground or on a cooler, a little gas heater set up in the center. Three of them were Corbin’s bros from practice. The first was Louis, a buck with a massive rack, at least eighteen points. His thick neck held up his square jaw. He wore sweatpants and an old basketball jersey that showed off his arms and pits with some knock off Air Jorden’s. The next was Jake, a tiger shark, tan hide with chocolate stripes, his dorsal fin lined with several metallic gages and his brow glinting with various rings. He wasn’t as stacked as Louis, but he was shredded with his definition. His tank top clung to his chest and eight pack and his baggy athletic shorts showed off the free-balling thick hogs his species was known for while his toe claws were exposed in his sandals. Ryan was a rat, his fur gray and ashen and obviously the widest of the three with a big soft gut. He was clearly the thickest of the group, unable to keep himself from snacking when he was high, but still his shirt’s short sleeves were practically bursting at the seams and his thick legs and ass were what kept him as the linebacker, his checkered shorts tight against his legs and showing off his thick nuts.

Then, there was the guy who had to be Gilles. He was a goat, very mature looking, maybe mid to late twenties whit a long goatee, long limbs and tightly packed muscles. He wasn’t huge and he wasn’t bulky, but toned without looking shrink wrapped. He wore a pair of capris sweatpants and his jacket was left open to expose his chest hair that created a happy trail down into his pants.

“Corbin!” his bros all shouted in unison.

“You made it dude! Thought you might not be coming with how we left things at the gym.” Louis chuckled and grabbed a beer from the cooler he was sitting on, popped the cap with his antlers and walked it over to them. “This must be the amazing Denny we’ve heard so much about.”

“Yo Denny!” Jake shouted, a lit blunt between his shark teeth. “I hear you’re the weed connoisseur!”

“We sharing that blunt?” Denny walked over to the guys.

“Yeah, if Ryan doesn’t smoke it all again,” Jake chuckled and took a hit off his blunt.

“Whatever Jake,” Ryan laid back on the ground, his gut forcing his shirt to roll up as he put his hands behind his head. “You can’t get under my skin when I’m feelin’ it this hard.” As Ryan spoke smoke curled around his teeth. He must have been holding in his last hit.

“You both had your puff now pass it over,” Denny came over to Jake and cupped his muzzle, the much larger man suddenly freezing and blushing deeply as the coyote tenderly took the blunt from his lips and took a nice long drag. The hiss and crackle of that grass filled the air as the glow from that blunt illuminated the coyote’s sultry face.

“H-Hey there…” Jake chuckled, but stayed very still so as to not break the moment. “We’re supposed to be sharing it.”

Denny finished their pull, held it in, then moved in and pressed his lips against Jakes, the hazy fog of herb filling their senses and burning their eyes as they made out around that pull. Wet smacking filled the air as Denny made out with that tiger shark, their tongues dancing in a wad of smoke before Denny drew himself back and sighed the last bit of his hit like a blown kiss over the tiger shark.

“Sorry, that’s how me and Corbin share. Hope that’s okay.” Denny winked and offered the blunt back.

Jake’s shorts were tented, the duo of dicks throbbing and making his free ball game very apparent.

“Shit…more than okay,” Jake sighed, taking the blunt back into his muzzle as he leaned back on his arms, his legs spreading to show off the obvious boners.

“What the fuck dude,” Corbin stomped over and Jake sized up. The fox had never seen the shark snap his legs back together so quickly. “You think you can just do that shit right in front of me?”

“I…” Jake’s eyes darted between Denny and Corbin, his mind moving too slow to fully comprehend what was going on.

Corbin came over and gripped Jakes shirt, and it would have looked more threatening if Jake wasn’t clearly twice the fox’s size, but with how hard Jake was feeling it, he didn’t have the rational to laugh it off. He did just make out with Corbin’s boyfriend after all.

“You think you can take two hits in a row?” Corbin smirked, his voice lowering down into a coo. “What kind of host are you?”

It took a moment for Jake to realize that Corbin was messing with him. When he finally did, a big toothy grin spread across his muzzle.

“Damn dude, I thought I fucked up there,” Jake chuckled like a goof and offered the blunt.

“Nah,” Corbin smirked and pushed the blunt back at the shark. “Denny boy over there showed you how we share. So, take a deep drag and show me what he taught you.”

The shark’s eyes went wide, the whites already turning pink. He gave a cocky little grin before taking a deep pull off that blunt, the crackling filling the air. Just as he pulled the blunt from his lips, Corbin pressed his against the shark’s. They made out, the shark exhaling luxuriously as the fox breathed it in. It filled their lungs and covered their lips with wisps of smoke. By the time Corbin pulled away, the hit had been passed between the two of them several times and the shark’s pants were fully tented, dark spots forming where his fat tips pressed against the silky athletic shorts.

“N-No…No homo right?” Jake accented the question with a cough, the last of the hit curling around his lips.

“Dude, all the homo,” Corbin chuckled. “You just made out with two dudes to share the blunt you had. That’s pretty fucking gay.”

“Yeah it is,” Jake chuckled, his shark grin going wider as smoke curled out of his gills.

“So this is the fox you’ve been hiding from me,” the goat chuckled as he clasped Corbin’s shoulder. “My guys here say you’re the shit and I intend to find out myself.”

“And you must be Gilles,” Corbin ran his hand down the goats back, his fingers rolling over the base of the goat’s tail before brushing over that thick, round ass. Gilles didn’t even flinch, if anything, his grin grew wider, his teeth strangely canine for a goat.

“Oh, you’ll fit in here nicely,” Gilles pulled the guy in for a half shoulder hug before letting him go. “Why don’t I show you around my humble abode while your plus-one gets comfortable.”

“He doesn’t need my permission to get comfortable,” Corbin shrugged and looked over at his man, the coyote had already pulled a beer from the cooler and was popping it off with Louis’ rack.

“Fair enough,” Gilles shrugged and his hooves clicked forward as he motioned the fox on. “Come on, let me show you around.”

“Yeah, whatever you say,” Corbin was playing it cool, but he was a little nervous. Boiled down, Gilles was a glorified drug dealer, and the fox wasn’t in the market for a career change. He also hated when drug dealers muscled their way in on your life to force you to be friends in order to continue getting good deals on cheap shit. Though, with the way Corbin’s head floated and arms swam through the air, he could tell the shit Gilles was supplying wasn’t cheap.

Not to mention that ass! Fuck if that goat didn’t have cake for days! It wasn’t some grotesque thick duo of globes, but rather two perfectly sculpted cheeks that lightly swayed back and forth, that tail swishing with the confidence of someone who knew their ass was amazing. Corbin’s eyes fluttered around at whatever bit and piece that Gilles was showing off, only for his eyes to go back to that north star, those glorious cheeks as they filled those sweatpants. That tail swayed back and forth with each step, those cheeks bulging then rolling the effort to the next. The hypnotic sway of those hips was accented as Gilles shoved his hands in his coat pockets, synching the wind breaker around his waist and showing off his back and how toned it was.

“And this is probably what you’ve been waiting for,” Gilles stopped and spun on his hooves to face the fox. The stunned little guy paused and looked up. Before the goat was a surprisingly new structure. Polished dark wood with an almost red sheen to it. It was a confessional booth, but instead of cherubs and feathered angels it was covered in gothic skulls from various animals, all carved from the wood. The thing that really stuck out was the goat skull between the two doors to the confessional booth. It wasn’t carved, but looked to be real bone, yellowed from age, and smoke was curling out of the eye holes.

“Pretty fucking metal,” Corbin chuckled.

“Metal as fuck,” Gilles chuckled. “The smoke is curling out the skull so we know the box is ready. Ready to get toasty?”

“You changed a confessional booth into a hot box?” Corbin smirked.

“If you were listening during the tour, I’m sure you’d know why,” Gilles gave a cocky grin before tossing his jacket to the side, leaving him in nothing but his sweats. Corbin blushed, realizing that Gilles’ ass was his focus during their tour.

“I mean…maybe next time don’t have me watch you from behind,” Corbin shrugged.

“Ah,” Gilles gave a knowing grin. “You didn’t hear anything, but you were paying attention.” Gilles opened the door to the hot box just a crack. “Come on, quick so it doesn’t escape.”

Corbin followed quickly afterwards. The booth was dark but light filtered in from the vets up above, the divider wall that was used to keep sinners concealed form the confessor was removed and left the booth as one big box with two benches on either side. The room reeked of the good shit, filling Corbin’s lungs with the warm ash of what he craved.

“Baller set up,” Corbin chuckled like a goof as he sat his ass down on the bench. “What’s with the skulls though?”

Corbin pointed to a table that was built into the back of the booth. On it sat a smoking bowl with a skull that rested atop it. It had goat horns, but the teeth were distinctly canine. It looked to be the biggest skull of the various others on the table.

“Don’t worry, that’ll become clear once we get into it,” Gilles flopped down on the other booth. “Just breathe this shit in for a sec. Let it fill you.” Gilles took a deep breath and let it out, thick billows of smoke curled around his lips as he did so. More than what Corbin thought should be possible, but he just complied.

“That’s it,” Gilles let out a deep groan as he spread his legs. “Deep breaths. Take it all in.”

“Shit dude, this…feels great…” Corbin gave a low groan as the darkness started to play tricks on him. He swore he could see the smoke curling and shifting around that skull over the bowl, flowing to him and filling his lungs. The way the light shimmered and made everything fuzzy and bright despite the darkness kept his veins thrumming. He swore he could see Gilles’ violet eyes glowing as he took his deep breaths.

“Holy shit dude, this stuff is something else.”

“This is just the beginning Corbin,” Gilles smirked and stood up, his body already glistening with a thin bit of sweat. The room felt hot and humid, yet the smoke felt dry and light. A duality of a hot box and a sauna filling up Corbin by the tips of his fingers and toes and working its way through his core.

“Fuck, should we get out?”

“Nah,” Gilles smiled. “Can’t get faded off the stuff I’m giving you.”

Corbin realized half way through what Gilles was saying that he was drinking something. He stopped and looked down to see it was the beer that Louis got him. Was he holding it this entire time?

“Shit dude…” Corbin’s eyes were already turning red as more and more of the room spun around him without spinning. The smoke curled around him and filled his mind with cotton.

“That’s a good boy,” Gilles purred as he lifted the skull off the bowl, his long fingers gripping the white bone with reverence. “Just enjoy the ride and I’ll give you exactly what you came here for.”

“What did I come here for?” Corbin started to giggle, the smoke in his lungs tickling his funny bone.

“For the shit that made your teammates the studs they are now,” Gilles wasn’t even talking to Corbin anymore, he was holding the skull up and looking into its empty sockets with reverence. “But how about I give you some of the pure, uncut shit.”

“Wait…I ain’t into hard drugs…” Corbin lifted his hands up defensively, but his beer feel on the ground, the bottle long since empty. “Woops,” Corbin chuckled.

“Don’t worry, it’ll only make you better,” Gilles grinned, that smile sent a shiver down Corbin’s spine, but in a bad way. The skull Gilles was holding twisted and looked at him as though it were a living thing.

“Shit dude, I think I’m seeing shit,” Corbin’s eyes went wide, but if Gilles heard him, he didn’t show it as that skull curled and melted in his hands, turning into vapor and coiling around Gilles’ face before melding onto his skull. Purple eyes flashed into reality, burning orbs of amethyst with white irises. A distinct crack in the skull’s forehead where it looked to have been shot illuminated, showing the broken cracks formed an inverted star an upside own teardrop of amethyst glowing in it like a trapped soul. The goat horns had uncurled into tall demon horns that accented Gilles’ ram horns. Gilles took in a deep breath through his nose as all the smoke in the room coiled and rolled into that skull and Corbin swore his soul left his body for a moment. He was floating there, completely out of his body and staring down the barrel of oblivion, but he was gently put back in his body as Gilles exhaled, a billowing wall of smoke rolling over him and filling his senses with tingling pleasure.

When Corbin opened his eyes he saw Gilles standing before him, only the guy looked…bigger? No, he couldn’t be so much bigger in seconds. The goat’s veins thrummed with purple energy, the raised vessels coursing with purple light that surged down into his tearing sweatpants. The demon goat took another deep breath and the sweats melted away into the smoke and what was left behind was the biggest, thickest, juiciest fuck rod Corbin had ever seen.

That massive dick was already half hard and larger than any cock the fox had seen in real life or on the net. It was thicker than his arm, maybe longer than it too! It had to be two feet of surging fuck meat as the veins on it throbbed angrily, engorging that member with size and potency. The smoke was suddenly coupled with a thick musk that reeked of goat, those massive nuts that hung low beneath that bitch destroyer jostled into larger sizes from oranges to papayas to fucking durians. How the fuck was all that hidden in his sweatpants?!

Corbin’s eyes kept focusing in and out as he watched that massive goat grin, the teeth of his skull moving to curl upwards as well.

“Accept the offering of your new god,” Gilles’ voice was deep and rumbling and reverberated as though there were two people speaking at once. It shook the fox like a subwoofer as the eldritch beast before him offered him a feast that his high, gay ass was twitching to accept. “Take part in my communion, and you will never be without a brother again. Join a fraternity of the faithless, and you will be greatly rewarded.”

“Fucking hell…” Corbin could hardly believe his eyes. He actually didn’t. He must be really fucking high and on a trip to be seeing all this, but that cock head was right in front of him. That flared horse dick dribbling pre. The pre was clear, yet it had a light purple glow to it as though under a black light. Despite all this, Corbin had never felt safer. He was in the arms of a man he knew to be his friend…a friend that would always have his back…his fucking bro.

Gilles’ grin widened as though in response to that thought.

“It ain’t gunna suck itself bro,” Gilles chuckled, his breathing controlling the current of the hot box. Each powerful inhale and exhale wafting over Corbin like his very soul was being messaged.

“Holy fuck,” Corbin finally found he could control his arms, his fingers coming up to cup the underside of that shaft. He couldn’t touch his fingers around that fucker with just one hand. He gripped the head of that shaft and opened his muzzle, his tongue lulling over that piss slit.

“Fuck yeah,” Gilles hissed, his tongue curling between his teeth, the tip forked and his sigh reverberating like the rattle of a snake.

Every red flag that Corbin saw somehow didn’t scare him, if anything, it got the little fox’s cock hard as steel. His six inches were rock hard and oozing pre, dribbling down his dick as he serviced this smoking, smoking’ hot god. Corbin was a little out of practice sucking dick when his boyfriend’s puffy spade was his primary sexual meal, but he knew how to work a slit.

Corbin’s tongue flicked over that little tight opening, flicking hard over the sensitive ring of pleasure sensors as his hands came up to take Gilles’ pre that dribbled down the fox’s chin and smear it over his shaft. How could the fox resist such a monolith of man, how could he deny this generous god the bounty he so freely shared. Drugs, friends, and dick? What more could a bro ask for?

“So much more,” Gilles grinned as he placed his hand on the back of Corbin’s head and thrusted forward, his cock head prying that muzzle open. “Please me and you’ll want for nothing. Worship my dick and you’ll be a god amongst men.”

Corbin thought the rollplay was hot, but this wasn’t about getting something from Gilles anymore. This was about getting that nut. Corbin was never much into dominance play in the sense that only one person’s pleasure mattered. No, he loved getting his partner off. Getting someone off got his rocks off so hard he practically came when they did. So when he saw the hottest dick in the world right in front of him, how could he not just slob on that nob.

The fox’s bloodshot eyes looked up at the glowing violet ones of Gilles. Corbin slurped, his lips gripping that cock head as he stroked the base of that shaft. Already thick wads of pre were smacking the back of the fox’s throat as he suckled that cock tip. That tongue had become a master of searching out sweet spots, finding the most sensitive glands and cycling between them in a swirl of tongue and gyrating muzzle.

“Fuck yes, I’m almost there,” Gilles rumbled, his balls lurching as the veins surged with violet purple waves of energy, growing larger into melons. “So fucking close…such a good kit, keep going!”

Corbin moaned around that cock as he felt it swell, that cock head getting harder and locking behind his canines as he got ready to shoot. Corbin’s hands become a squelching blur on that shaft, the fingers gripping tight and rolling over those thick veins while he slurped as best he could with his muzzle, strands of cock snot and drool dripped form the fox’s chin as he continued to suck at Gilles’ scepter.

“Fuck! You’re gunna make me nut! Fuck!” Gilles’ hooves dug into the wood flooring, adding new scrapes to the various ones across the floor as his balls rose up, ready to baptize their new member’s guts with their surging virility. “Welcome to the church, broski! FUCK!” Gilles’ fingers gripped Corbin’s hair and pulled him closer, keeping him locked on that cock head as his nuts bounced. Thick wads of cum filled Corbin’s muzzle. Streams of it shot out of the fox’s nose before he started to gulp it down.

It was like doing a wicked keg stand, only the ambrosia that filled the fox’s muzzle fizzled and crackled with power. He gulped, the purple glowing spooge shining through his throat as it gargled down into his guts. It felt like minutes passed as Corbin took shot after warm fresh shot of goat milk down into his gut, his tight abs being forced to bloat out like he just carbo loaded.

Corbin felt like he was being filled, not just in his stomach, but in every corner of his body. The light feeling he got from the bowl was suddenly replaced with a pulsing weight that rolled down his limbs and into his bones. He was…warm…hot?

Corbin blinked and he wasn’t in the booth anymore. He was outside it and Gilles was walking him back to the group as though they never made it to that confessional.

“Damn, looks like your cute little yote made some friends,” Gilles chuckled, his face back to normal, his sweats and windbreaker back on.

There, Denny was straddling Ryan’s face, the rat’s tongue deep inside Denny’s snatch as it dribbled over his soul patch. The piercings on the rat’s tongue glinted in the light of the space heater as he continued to eat out the coyote’s puffy spade. The shark was laying on the ground beside the two, his dicks drooping and dripping from their foreskin, and the buck bucked his hips into Denny’s muzzle.

“Fuck,” Corbin forgot about the little hot box adventure and grabbed another cold one from the cooler. He hobbled his way over and handed it to the buck who popped the cap with his antlers without missing a beat on the shlorping of Denny’s throat.

“Fuck man, your boyfriend is a dick sucking master,” Louis chuckled as he slowed his thrusts only for Denny to dive back down on his dick, his hands coming to cup the big buck’s nuts and use his hand to stroke the shaft as he bobbed on that knob.

“He knows what he’s doing,” Corbin winked at his mate, but the yote was too focused on what he was doing. “Hey Ryan,” Corbin nudged the rat’s belly with his foot paw. “Curl your tongue and flick it back and forth just a little ways in.”

Ryan gave a little huff of approval, his tongue sinking deeper into the coyote and the spade boy giving a shuddering yip as his thighs quivered. Ryan’s grin grew wider as he sank a little deeper and used his tongue to really play with that sweet spot.

“You gunna get in on this Jake?” Corbin asked.

“I…I…” The shark just planed on the ground.

“Dude’s still a hair trigger,” Louis chuckled as he groaned. “He busted with hardly a stroke.”

“Shut…up…” Jake panted, his cocks slowly throbbing back to attention. “I…holy shit…”

“You had your shot Jake,” Louis smirked as his nuts swung up and plapped against Denny’s chin. “Now it’s my turn. Unf!” Louis bit his lower lip as he continued to thrust into Denny’s muzzle, the Coyote not missing a beat as his throat bulged with the buck’s massive ten incher.

Corbin was suddenly pulled back to reality as Gilles’ phone rang. The image of a black and purple wolf with dicks drawn all over him flashed on the goat’s phone.

“What a needy bitch,” Gilles rolled his eyes. “I got to take this. You guys have fun.”

“Shit, you already spent Gilles?” Louis shouted over his shoulder.

“Nah, but I have a feeling I’m needed elsewhere. You guys have fun,” Gilles answered the phone. “—what do you want Jace?”

“Oh shit,” Louis groaned as his cock throbbed in Denny’s muzzle. “Fuck I’m getting close.”

“Really now?” Corbin smirked, surprisingly cognizant. “Let the hungry guy do the work for you and I’ll help you bust.” Corbin took another swig of his beer before getting down on his knees.

“Shit, what are—oh fuck!” Louis threw his head back, his tongue lulling out as Corbin spread the buck’s cheeks and lulled his tongue over his pucker. Corbin was an expert with his tongue at this point, and he knew all the sweet spots. He lulled from taint to right where the cheeks met above his crack before going down on that bright pink pucker.

“Holy shit, holy shit, fuck bro! Your gunna make me nut! I’m gunna fucking bust right in your boyfriend’s mouth!” Louis shouted, his fingers gripping his own rack as he stood there, his taint flexing against Corbin’s tongue.

“Do it dude!” Corbin shouted. “I want to feel your taint flex as you feed my man! I wat to taste you on his lips later you fucking stud,” Corbin growled lustfully and went back to eating that ass out while Denny’s head game went into overdrive, sucking and slurping on that cock as his head was a blur. With a powerful elk screech, Louis came, his cock throbbing as he busted deep inside that muzzle, Denny gagging a bit as that thick wad rushed down his throat. Denny screamed as his pussy popped, his spade gushing over Ryan’s muzzle, the rat slurping and making out with those lips to keep Denny’s pussy happy.

That night followed a pattern of smoke, drink, and bust. Between the three studs, Denny had his fun, but was tuckered out pretty quick. The three dudes decided to have fun with each other for the rest of the time while the fox and the yote vibed on the cooler, making out, tasting the salt of their bros as they played with their horny selves. Before too long it was time to part ways. With Gilles out of the picture, the weed ran dry before the booz, but once the cooler was empty they decided to split.

“Shit, that was hella hot,” Denny was giggling like a dork as he leaned on his surprisingly focused boyfriend. “We have to do that again.”

“Fuck yeah we do,” Corbin smirked, kissing the yote on the cheek and licking a little bit of cum that had stuck there.

“So, did Gilles give you that special drug?” Denny asked.

“Fuck!” Denny slapped his forehead. “I totally forgot and he dipped before I could ask…wait…I never told you about it.”

“You didn’t have to, the other guys did,” Denny continued to giggle as they made their way down the sidewalk. “Don’t sweat it, we’ll get another chance.”

Corbin looked his boyfriend in the eyes and smiled. Fuck he was so lucky to have such a stud of a guy on his arm. Had the fox been paying attention he would have noticed that they stood eye to eye perfectly. Though, in that moment, he felt a warmth bloom in his stomach. It was deep and seeded and rolled down into his balls before his cock throbbed back to attention.

“Fuck babe,” Corbin cupped his man’s cheek.

“What?” Denny gave a little chuckle.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Corbin pulled him in for a kiss, the taste of weed and salty man filled their muzzles as they made out. Denny was so far away from sober he just went with it. His pussy was used and tired, but damn if his man didn’t know how to make out with him.

Corbin pinned his man against the side of a building, the brick solid and cold, but Corbin was warm and inviting. The two made out loudly, the edge of a streetlight’s glow illuminated them from the side. The fox gave soft, lusty growls while Denny cooed little yips. Corbin’s hand slipped down the coyote’s side, brushing his hip and sliding into the hem of his jeans.

“Fuck babe, you still horny?” Denny broke the kiss and looked into his man’s eyes. The fox’s eyes looked brighter in the low light, as though those blue eyes were glowing.

“What can I say babe, you turn me on hard,” Corbin smirked, the fox putting his finger under the coyote’s chin to tip his muzzle up to look him in the eye. Denny thought it was strange that he had to look up at Corbin, but it must be that he was leaning against a wall.

“We’re only a couple blocks from the apartment,” Denny smirked and his own hand rolled down to Corbin’s bulge, the thick six incher throbbing in its fabric prison. “You know I wouldn’t ever turn you down, big guy.”

“Fuck, too far,” Corbin grunted, his nuts churning as though he hadn’t busted in a week. He just got off twice at the hang session, but his balls literally ached for more.

“What do you mean,” Denny gave a half chuckle and huff. “It’s like, right around the corner—”

Corbin silenced his mate with his lips and a lusty growl. The fox pulled the coyote into an alleyway between the buildings and pinned him against the wall, his hips grinding against the coyote’s. The fox’s tongue lulled deeper into Corbin’s maw, that tongue thicker and longer than before as they made out, their tongues dancing around one another. Corbin’s fingers slipped into Denny’s jeans, the mess in those boxers nothing more than extra lube for the fox to slick his fingers in. Instantly his digits were soaked in cunny honey, those fingers tenderly rubbing over the lips of that swollen spade.

“Corbin, I—” Denny’s words hitched in his throat as those fingers continued to pet those damp folds, those fingers wetly squelching over those lips.

“Fuck babe, so wet even after all that,” Corbin’s breath was hot, steaming the air with his words as he lulled his tongue over Denny’s neck. “Did any of them really know how to make that pussy pop,” Corbin’s voice dropped a bit lower when he said pussy, his fangs getting sharper as he licked his chops.

“Oh fuck babe,” the coyote leaned against the wall, his claws digging into the brick as he rolled his hips forward into his boyfriends hand, those fingers almost…thicker than normal?

“You don’t need to say it,” Corbin rumbled as he gave the coyote’s ear a tender lip and lick. “I can feel it. You’re so warm, so wet, and so fucking sloppy. Did any of them take care of you the way that you deserve?”

Denny’s boots scraped on the sidewalk as he spread them wider, his spade parting and driping warm slick on those fingers as they refused to enter into that hole, the coyote sliding his hips over those skilled fingers as they toyed with his pleasure.

“Babe, it’s just around the corner—”

“Fuck the apartment,” Corbin breathed the words into Denny’s ear as he kissed it tenderly. “Turn around, right here, right now, and drop your fucking panties for me.”

“But…if anyone walks by—”

“I know,” Corbin rumbled, his fingers teasing those sensitive bits.

“We’re exposed here and—”

“I know,” the fox murred into his ear. “I know exactly what I’m telling you to do. Don’t act like you haven’t wanted to be fucked in public before. You love showing that hot ass body off.”

“Fuck,” Denny bit his lip before obeying his order, unzipping his pants and freeing Corbin’s fingers from his boxers to turn around. Just as Denny’s underwear hit the ground, Corbin pushed Denny against the wall, grinding his bulge against the coyote’s perfect ass. He gave a lusty growl, his balls throbbing painfully, his cock so hard it hurt. The fox shoved his fingers in Denny’s muzzle, making him taste his own need while he used his free hand to unzip his pants. The sound of that zipper coming undone had never been louder or sexier to the coyote as he lulled his tongue between those fingers, his soft appendage licking all the way to his man’s knuckles as he suckled on his own sweet nectar.

Corbin gripped his underwear and shoved it down, gripping his dick in his hand, the member thick and angry with need, he angled it down, the thick shaft finding that spade and flicking over it, the mushroom head playing with those dripping folds.

“Fuck babe, fuck me…” Denny panted, his breath catching fog around those fingers as he arched his back.

“Fuck babe, no chance I’m stopping now,” The fox murred and pressed forward, his cock sliding into his man’s warm pussy. Denny tensed up as that shaft pressed further in. Denny didn’t get fucked that night, just eaten out a lot, so when that cock slipped inside he felt his walls stretch beautifully. He let out a few wet gasps as Corbin sank his hips to the hilt in that warm cunny.

“Fuck babe, you’re so fucking tight,” Corbin growled in his mate’s ear, his hips rolling as he took his free hand and started to rub that pussy while doing nice deep strokes from behind, the occasional plap echoing off into the abandoned streets.

Denny was a panting mess. He dripped drool from his muzzle as he pushed back, his cunt quivering as he felt the cold brick in front of him and the hot chest of his pan pinning him there. Corbin got into a steady rhythm, his balls flopping out of his skinny jeans, the tight denim making it hard for him to really bend at his knees, but he didn’t care. He flexed his abs as he rolled his hips forward, his cock sinking deep into that spade and pulling out his cock, fully glazed in his man’s desire.

“Fuck baby,” Corbin breathed, his head bending down to kiss the back of his man’s head. “You really fucking love that shit? Fuck I could piss cum inside you, you’re so fucking tight and sweet.”

Corbin growled lustfully as he tenderly stroked his man’s pussy from the outside with his fingers while plunging his cock deep inside that cunny to make his toe claws curl. Denny was a drooling mess, his tongue lapping at those fingers in his muzzle, having been sucked clean they now dripped drool around them. Denny’s hot breath rolled between those fingers as he gave panting little yips, his mind getting lost in the steady and purposeful strokes of that cock inside him. He felt like that dick was digging deeper, stretching him wider, and he swore it kept digging deeper. It had to be the angle, it had to be how tight he was gripping that meat, but Denny was too lost in his pleasure to think as his man fucked him.

“…holy shit babe, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Corbin panted the words out, his voice husky and raw form the cold as he picked up the pace, his hips smacking wetly against those cheeks as he laid claim to his man’s pleasure. He worked that pussy like a savant as he wrote love letters with his talented claws and sent them driving deep inside the yote with each calculated thrust. The fox’s hips started moving faster, his head arching up in a drooling grin as he panted, hot breath shooting out his muzzle like a steam engine as he chugged his train into the fucking station.

Denny gave a shuddering gasp as he came, that little kick up in speed sent him over, his pussy gushing and splattering his honey over his own legs and pants as his man continued to play with his spade, both inside and out. Corbin hardly noticed. He was used to getting his man off, but once that pussy gorilla gripped his cock, he thrusted in, his balls churning as he shot his nut deep inside. Denny was thrown into a second orgasm, his spade popping off twice as that cock drenched his insides deep, squelching thick wads of cum as Corbin sighed in relief as though he were simply taking a piss.

“Fuck…” Corbin sighed and leaned down to kiss his man’s head again. “That took the fucking edge off.”

“Holy shit,” Denny gasped as Corbin took his fingers from his maw. “It’s fucking amazing.” Denny swore he could feel those swimmers inside him like popping static that tingled him from his core. Corbin pressed his lips against his mate’s his tongue invading his little yote’s muzzle.

Had either of them been paying attention as Corbin’s cock flopped out of that spade, they would have seen the little purple static that was sparkling inside that cum, that cunt quivering as that pleasure seeped into Denny’s love tunnel.

“Pull your panties up,” Corbin rumbled. “I’m taking you home and I’m slamming that pussy till you can’t take it anymore.”

“Sh-Shit babe,” Denny gasped as they broke their kiss. “Fuck…just…fuck…” the yote bent over, his spade dripping his mate’s cum over his boxers, but he didn’t care. They would be home soon anyway.

Corbin was having some difficulty though as he tried to pull his pants up. They…they wouldn’t close. He huffed and decided it didn’t matter. He could get his dick in his boxers just fine. He’d peel off the rest soon enough. The couple practically jogged their way back to their apartment, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone who they passed. Corbin was starting to get pissed at his skinny jeans as they were chaffing really bad. He practically beat down the door to their apartment, their roomies were watching some baking show when they came by, but were ignored as the horny couple crossed in front of the TV to make it to their room. They slammed the door behind them and Corbin threw Denny onto their bed.

“You stay there, I’m going to go take care of these dammed clothes really quick,” Corbin went off into their shared bathroom and left his man on the bed. The yote gave a little sigh as he peeled off his clothes, his body feeling warm and tingly all over and not just from the weed. His belly felt…warm…

“Wait…how long since my last heat…” Denny started counting on his fingers, his mind all slanted and mushy from the drugs. “It’s been…like two weeks. I can’t be in heat.” Yet there deep in the coyote’s womb he felt a warmth blooming. He gave a low murr as his fingers went down to play with his little mound, his spade already aching and twitching as he tenderly petted his favorite toy.

Corbin in the other room had tossed his shirt and was gripping at his pants, his claws digging at it to try and peel it off, but the more he tried, the tighter they got. The fox snarled before he heard a loud rip. The painful tightness suddenly ebbed as his ass tore through his pants. He looked at himself in the mirror and his jaw dropped. He wasn’t the same as before. The little lithe fox was a total jock, his body swelling and expanding, pumping up as he watched.

“What the fuck?” Corbin cut himself off with a groan as purple static popped around his body. He gripped his sink as his shoulders rolled forward before shunting out wider, his delts lashed onto his neck forming into a thick squared jaw. He felt his pants ride up his calves as his foot paws slid across the floor. The fox gave a low snarl as his spine cracked his body growing taller as his abs crunched and then popped into a solid eight pack, his obliques rolling into reality like sculpted thunder. Then his pecs, those little itty bitty apple titties jostled forward, his nips pushing down as his pecs balooned their way onto that chest. Those pants got tighter as the thighs split them down the seam, thick powerful legs kept bunching up those skinny jeans until they were tearing and popping. Corbin gripped the flap of his pants and intended to tear them off, but a sudden surge in his loins made him moan. His cock rapidly reeled out, karate-chopping the elastic and flopping forward as a thick slab of fox meat. A foot of thick, meaty man meat slapped forward as those nuts each rolled out into thick avocado sized kit factories.

For some reason his dick flopping out felt like he had just shed his skin and was free to move. Those supercharged nuts practically gargled and churned with pent up need and Corbin’s tongue lulled out of his muzzle as his bloodshot eyes looked him up in the mirror.

“Fuuuuck…” the fox groaned as he watched himself lurch upward a bit more, his hunched position caused his abs to make a solid cobble stone road down to his monster cock. Each throb of that dick dribbled pre onto the sink, his cock and balls filling the room with their scent as if to mark his territory. He gave a little grunt as he flexed his legs, the jeans tearing apart to reveal the orange and white fur beneath, the darker hair on his legs coming in thick. Chest hair rolled over his valleys and peaks, accenting his powerful pecs and abs. His forearms had a healthy mat of hair as well as sexy stubble formed on his muzzle.

The fox was a stud, a total beast of a man, and he couldn’t help but feel the need to find his mate.

The swol jock lumbered out of their bath to see his naked yote mate on the bed, his fingers playing with his dripping cunt. Corbin sniffed the air and his cock throbbed, shooting a thick wad of pre onto the floor so hard it smacked across some dirty clothes from the day before.

“Fuck…Corbin…is that you?” Denny asked, his voice slurred a bit, his eyes red from a mixture of weed and beer. “I’m so…fucking high…I…mmmfff!” The yote slipped three of his fingers into his little spade and pulled them out fully coated in his honey, his fingers sliding down the sides of his spade while his middle one sank back into his hole.

“Fuck babe,” Corbin rumbled, his foot paw coming down on the ground and making the whole apartment shake. He was at least six foot four, his body shredded and heavy like a pro athlete. He put a knee on the bed, bending his leg shredded more of his pants off him, his muscles unhindered by the flimsy fabric. Corbin moved his head between those legs, his muzzle tenderly nuzzling those slick fingers out of the way as he wrapped his thick lips around that spade.

It was like Denny hadn’t been touched in months. His cunt quivered as Corbin’s tongue lulled around his puffy lips. That spade growing darker, the pink inside a heated red as he slipped his tongue inside that needy snatch. Corbin murred, as he sank his tongue deep into that cunt, tasting his own seed, the salty flavor of his own rut mixed with the obvious heat that was tickling his nose.

But Denny couldn’t possibly be in heat when he just had one not that long ago.

So Corbin continued to feast, his tongue diving deeper into the hot love tunnel and finding that lovely spot. His tongue lulled over it, new piercings flashing into existence to flick over that sensitive bundle of nerves. Denny arched his back, his toes fanning in pleasure as he wrapped his legs around Corbin’s powerful broad shoulders while running his fingers through the fox’s hair.

“Fuck, right there! Right FUCKING there baby! Fuck, yes, yes, Yes!” Denny’s words failed him as he continued to yip and wine in pleasure, Corbin refusing to let up on that sweet spot as that cunny honey dripped from his chin, matting the fur on his muzzle. The Fox’s lips slurped and smacked against the yote’s puffy spade, those lips getting hotter and wetter by the second.

Denny screamed, his voice high pitched and winny as his pussy clenched on that tongue, his spade squelching and tugging on that appendage as his toes fanned, his claws digging into Corbin’s skull as he continued to eat out that needy honey pot, drinking down that gushing oil as he continued to slurp and suckle on that sweat peach.

Denny was a panting squealing mess as his man feasted on that heat, his muzzle never leaving his man’s nethers while he continued to drink down that heat laced love juice. Corbin’s teeth were bared, but he forced himself to continue eating, letting that heat soak his mind and make his cock painfully hard. He loved resisting the heat, to tease himself with it while stoking it hotter with his tongue. He knew his mate wouldn’t find release until he busted deep inside, but they never would. Besides, this wasn’t a real heat. It couldn’t be.

“Fuck! Babe! Please! Stop, no more! Please! I can’t take it! Get inside me! Please!” Denny begged, his voice cracking as his man’s lips smacked off his spade, the fox licking his chops as he gave a cocky grin.

“Fuck babe, you ready for this rut?” Corbin tenderly rolled his augmented hands over his man’s thighs and folded them behind his man’s head, pinning him down as he grinded his cock over that moist cookie.

“Fuck yeah babe,” Denny wined. “Fucking sink it in me…you’re so fucking big…fuck me,” Denny bit his lip as his pussy quivered, that dark spade clenching, winking in it’s need.

“Oh babe, you think I can make your toes curl with my tongue, let’s show you what a real dick can do.” Corbin pulled his hips back, that angry cock head shooting a thick wad of pre that smacked Denny’s muzzle. The yote lapped it up before arching his back as best he could, throwing his head back into the mattress as his man sank deep into him.

“So big! Mfff! Fuck! So fucking big! So FUCKING good!” Denny’s little toes fanned as that pussy was spread open, that cock sinking deeper and deeper until he bottomed out, his furry sack resting nicely against that round ass.

“Oh fuck,” Corbin started to thrust slowly at first before getting into a nice rhythm. His cock tip kissing that cervix with each thrust. That thick member came out glazed with cunny honey that was quickly frothing over as he churned that love tunnel with a dick perfectly shaped to please his mate.

“Oh fuck babe, it’s so good,” Denny gasped, but was silenced as Corbin’s lips pressed against his, their mouths dancing around one another’s as Corbin seated his dick deep inside his love. His balls bounced as thick jets of pre warmed that cervix, more purple sparks weaving their way around that womb.

Like scurrying rats, purple sparks rolled around them, the pops of pleasure written off as no more than heightened senses as tattoos were drawn on their bellies. A crown with guns and skulls, spider webs and naked women formed on Corbin’s stomach, accenting his powerful abs and chest hair while swirling designs of hearts, roses, and climbing cherry blossom branches formed on Denny’s. With each thrust of Corbin’s dick their tat’s glowed, becoming darker and more prominent.

“Fuck babe,” Corbin broke their kiss before pulling back, his cock flopping out with a thick snail trail of their pre and pussy juice. The fox tenderly flopped his mate over onto his stomach before pressing his hand onto the small of his back to force his ass to arch up. He sank his dick back into that sopping tunnel, his balls swinging forward to slap those sensitive folds as he slammed his dick in over and over, harder and harder until that cunt was squirting onto their sheets, but Corbin wasn’t done yet.

“Come on baby, we can keep going. You got this.” Corbin panted as he continued to slam his cock deep, his nuts drawing up as he planted his feet on either side of his mat’s ass cheeks and start to really rail into that hole. “Come on babe! Almost there!”

Denny clawed at the mattress and gripped one of his ass cheeks to spread it for Corbin, his cock slipping in further and grinding against that cervix with each thrust.

“Fuck babe, holy shit! I’m gunna nut! Fuck babe! It’s going to be so, Fucking good.”

“Fuck babe! Nut in me! Bust it! Don’t you dare stop fucking!”

“FUCK!” Corbin slammed his hips forward, his cock flexing as his prostate snapped into action. His balls drew up and throbbed, thick jets of cum squelching deep inside and warming those depths. Corbin wasn’t even done orgasming when he continued thrusting, his cock staying hard and ready for more. Denny didn’t expect it and was thrown into orgasm again, his pussy popping off as Corbin struck oil again.

They knew there would be noise complaints, but they didn’t care. They kept fucking and screaming, and shouting, not holding back as their head board banged against the wall, the legs of the bed eventually giving out as they wore it to pieces. The two were wrapped in a deep sixty-nine, each other’s legs wrapped around each other’s head as they sucked, gargled, and smacked their lips against each other’s needy loins, tasting each other’s cum as they kept each other warm until they regained enough stamina to slam into each other again. Their libidos so out of control that their bodies were exhausting before they could finish getting off. No matter how hard they fucked or how long, it was like their heat and rut had no end.

“Fuck babe,” Corbin pulled his cock back, the thick shaft slipping out of the coyote’s throat and allowing them to breath. Thick strands of throat and cock snot hung form that cock, plenty more stuck to the fox’s face as he pulled away from the yote’s warm pussy.

“I’m almost there, you want to continue this or go back to fucking?”

The yote simply pushed his man onto his back and straddled that cock before bouncing on it, their lips locked together as Corbin’s thick fingers and claws gripped his man’s cheeks. Wet slapping filled the air as they screamed into each other’s muzzles, their tongues locked together as more cum squelched out between them while Corbin’s balls bounced and Denny’s cunt clenched.

“Fuck, I love you,” they said together.

“I can’t wait to get back to that fucking church,” Corbin growled. “Get another hit of this shit.”

“Fuck, maybe I can get a hit to,” Denny moaned. “Have a nice big cunt man to fuck with, to peg you.”

“Fuck, I’ll ride your dick all fucking day babe,” Corbin growled and thrusted up into his mate. “We’re getting you to Gilles. He’ll make you a fucking beast like the rest of us.”

“He doesn’t just make beasts, babe,” Denny gasped, his cunt squelching. “He makes beastly bros.”

That was tomorrow’s adventure. For now, the two were going to fuck until the other broke, and neither planed on breaking any time soon.