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“That’s it, boy. Take your time and savor it.” The bull eased himself back against the car behind him, its suspension gurning as it took his weight. “Ain’t no need to rush, you just show me how much you want it.”

Despite the idle chill of the garage and the pressure of colder concrete grinding against his shins and knees, Frazer blood ran fast enough through his veins for none of it to matter. Though steady for now, the deer’s breathing was apprehensively deep, the anticipation of the moment creeping into his bones and nesting there. He had to fight back the tremors when they came, his knuckles kneading gently at his thighs to settle the tension swimming in the air.

Following the bull’s voice, Frazer’s gaze had already begun traveling up the man before him. His eyes lingered across every muscle, contour, and curve of Septimus’ legs until they landed upon his groin, the bull’s paw already resting on the supple lap of his crotch while his fingers deftly squeezed and angled the hanging length of his erection. A thick, swelling shaft of warm pink flesh was poised in Frazer’s direction, a glassy bead of pre peeking just upon the edge of the bull’s foreskin as if trying to tempt the deer to catch it before it fell. Frazer wet his lips, swallowed unconsciously, all before allowing his eyes to dart further up.

Beyond what ought to have held his focus was the rest of the bull’s towering form, an expanse of black fur blanketing the mass of muscle bristling beneath. Even for his boyfriend’s age, Septimus never failed to take his breath away with how virile and composed he always seemed to be. Blotted by the silhouette of his manhood, however, Frazer could just about meet the man’s gaze, their eyes locked together in that second as the deer pulled himself up off his haunches.

“Come on now.” Septimus said through quiet, stringent breaths, “Don’t keep me waiting.”

The deer didn’t need to be told twice, though the welcoming, even insistent touch of the bull’s other paw against his head left him with no choice otherwise. Septimus’ grasp wrapped around the deer’s scalp, loosely gripping the base of his antlers, as the bull drew him toward his waiting cock. Behind the garage’s pervading smell of engine oil and exhaust fumes, the stench of sweat and musk began to cut through to Frazer’s sinuses. The closer he came to the bull, the stronger it became, burning into him with the heat from the man’s sculpted body.

But he wasn’t there to bathe in the bull’s scent alone, as Frazer felt the paw on his head ushering him closer still to the male’s twitching meat. All he needed to do was dutifully open his mouth while Septimus in turn firmly held his length and fed it between the deer’s lips. Smearing that first drop of pre against his tongue, the taste of light, salty cum was more than enough to goad his tongue out of his muzzle and into the folds of the bull’s foreskin. There was a soft, contented sigh from overhead as Frazer slid between and then through the opening in the loose skin. His tongue worked with expert precision to slip its way under the hot, pliant flesh of the bull’s head, running through the seeps of pre that oozed from his tip as they drained deeper into Frazer’s maw. He toyed with Septimus just at that point, encircling his tongue and kissing his lips around the hood of his foreskin to leave his cock desperately throbbing. It was almost flirtatious, Frazer lingering on the edge of moving any deeper as Septimus’ mellowed into shallow, slow pants.

It wasn’t to last, however, as eventually pressure returned to the back of his head, the bull’s hold on Frazer tightening to push the deer further down. Again, he didn’t resist, simply unfurling his tongue from the male’s foreskin and caressing it along the underside of his shaft. Septimus gently pressed inch after inch of his cock between Frazer’s lips, the deer’s muzzle all too quickly filling with the bull’s swollen flesh.

Only stopping shy of the deer’s throat, it seemed Septimus’ mood was shifting away from any initial leisure as he rolled with the momentum. Levering his hold on Frazer’s antlers, he casually thrust his cock through the deer’s suckling maw. Each time he neared closer to the male’s throat, Frazer quashing the reflexive gag that rose through him, though the bull never seemed to stray any further than that particular limit. Instead, as Frazer moaned through slow pumps of the bull’s cock, it was like Septimus was nursing himself through the pleasure of a wet, warm hole swallowing around him.

Except, with every thrust and grind of his dick through the deer’s muzzle, the heavy length of his shaft soon glistened in thick films of spit and saliva. Churned between Frazer’s lips and Septimus’ meat, it wasn’t long until he had milked the deer’s mouth for a generous, easily replenished natural lubricant…

Frazer was abruptly pulled off of the bull’s cock, a gross eruption of gasping air and spluttered coughs breaking the stillness of the garage. Septimus was still very much in control, as he continued to corral the deer’s head in his palm to drag the male closer to his chest. Leaning down to meet the deer halfway, Frazer’s eyes found the bull’s as he pierced him with his stare, patiently observing the deer’s weak distress as he panted hard. Then, preceded first by a sickening, ugly snort deep from the bull’s throat, Septimus sank just a little further down before hacking a slimy wad of spit straight into Frazer’s open mouth. The taste of the bull’s bile and saliva oozed down his tongue as the deer savored the sensation, feeling the heavy roll of bodily fluids slithering down, down, down through his throat…

“Enough foreplay,” Septimus said with another snort, pulling both of them down to the dirty floor while he positioned himself between the deer’s legs. “Time to get what I want.”

Even when squatting at half his height, with Frazer bent atop his back and trapped beneath the bull’s size, Septimus was a foreboding looming beast hunkered over him. Sweat dripped from his brow, his face split with a feral smile, and his spit-slick cock probing uncomfortably between the deer’s cheeks.

“Still no need to rush though,” Frazer’s body curled on instinct, his instincts threatening to take over as the bull’s hard flesh speared through his hole and deep into his ass, “I’m gonna take my time and savor it.”