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Walking out of the locker room, a lean-looking yet muscular buck had his backpack over his shoulder, dressed in athletic attire appropriate for the gym. A tight, hunter green shirt clung to his frame and highlighted his upper body, and he wore black gym shorts that had a red streak going down the middle. Although he was a mix of different colors, he felt comfortable. His body felt like it could breathe in the material, his swimmer’s build allowed to flex and move as he walked.

The hallway that the buck walked down was filled with natural light due to the windows of the entrance letting light spill in from the front, and the tile the buck’s hooves clopped across echoed throughout the hallway and off the white walls. The sound of hooves and claws clicking on the tiled floor made the buck’s ears flick, and he walked past several people of all shapes and sizes, furred and scaled .

Some of the people that walked by him gave him a furtive glance before moving on their way while others lingered a little longer. There was a tiger that walked by him that gave him a look that basically said, “I’m in the mood for venison.” The tiger’s eyes sparkled with a fire behind them as he gave a chuckle and wrapped a bright white towel around his neck, his naked, muscular upper body dripping with sweat.

As the buck made his way closer to the lobby of the gym, a murmur began to fill the area. The desk receptionist looked swamped with people coming into the lobby to catch their Thursday afternoon workout sessions. The clanging of metal hitting metal, as well as the full-on, testosterone-fueled grunts made the deer’s heart pulse in his chest as he got closer and closer to the weight room.

“Jaxton, your four o'clock is here!” the receptionist called out, the female puma catching the buck’s eyes and nodding over towards the person she’d just addressed, as if to say ‘go on ahead’. The person she was nodding towards was an absolutely massive bull whose black fur practically shimmered with sweat, and his muscles bulged out menacingly from behind his grey muscle shirt and red nylon shorts. He’d seemed to be oddly focused on the clock, but at the sound of the receptionist’s voice, the bull pushed off of the wall he’d been leaning against, and his green eyes focused on the approaching buck instead.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Young,” the huge bovine smiled. “Right on time, as always!”

“Hey Jaxton,” Kyle said with a soft smile in the huge bull’s direction. Turning towards the desk, the buck walked with an unhurried pace towards Jaxton. He felt at ease, now that he was around his favorite personal trainer.

Jaxton was the bull that took the place of his old personal trainer, an older lion who ran off to chase a job in the nutritional field, and the buck was pretty happy with the switch. At first, he was filled with hesitation regarding Jaxton. Since the bull was much larger than his old personal trainer, he was afraid the bull might have had a different approach to working out than him. Luckily, Jaxton was pretty lax without losing the discipline Kyle needed to stay on track.

“You ready for chest and arms day? Or would you prefer we switch to cardio today?” Jaxton asked, still smiling at Kyle. “I still feel a little bad after pushing you so hard last week and making you pull a muscle in your shoulder, so figured I’d offer it.” The bull was always so kind and considerate like that. He felt so bad after Kyle’s injury that he’d personally massaged the buck’s shoulders for a solid twenty minutes, even after their hour together was up. “How are you feeling this week, by the way?”

Kyle chuckled and stretched out his shoulder. “Better, now that I had a bit of time to rest up. I was pretty sore over the weekend. The swim day really helped yesterday, though. It was a nice break from all the running and crunches.” Kyle gave a warm smile up at Jaxton as he began to stretch the rest of his body. He gave a blush when he realized he was stretching out in the lobby, as if he was in the weight room, totally forgetting he was bending his body in different ways out in public. “How are you doing?” Kyle asked, clearing his throat before looking up at Jaxton with a smile to hide his blushing.

“Same old, same old,” the bull shrugged. “Training shrimps like you while training myself to get bigger,” he winked jokingly. “I kid, of course. It’s never been your goal to get jacked, just more fit, and that’s what we strive to make you.”

Giving a smirk, Kyle joked, “Oh come on; I could beat you in arm wrestling...if your arm was like three-fourths of the way down. And on that part about being jacked, I have been trying that protein powder shake you suggested, and I have been noticing a difference. I feel bulkier.” Kyle began to point his body in the direction of the weight room, as if he was excited to get started with the workout.

At that, Jaxton just chuckled. “Well, your chest has definitely been filling out. There’s no denying that.” He led the buck into the weight room through a glass door. The room was filled with every possible machine one could possibly want, and plenty of each, so that no one was inconvenienced by the presence of other people. Jaxton led him over to a bunch of mats along a wall that was covered in mirrors, and he nodded towards them. “You know the drill. Thirty pushups and situps, then take five laps around the track through those doors as a warmup, then meet me back in here.”

Kyle nodded, his expression turning a bit serious as he got in the zone and kneeled down on the floor. He positioned his body in an almost plank-like position before bracing his hands against the mat. He began the push ups at once, his muscles straining as blood began to pump through his body. Sweat dripped from his forehead and rolled onto the mat, and when he got to the sit ups, he had to take a break to wipe his forehead with his shirt. His musk was beginning to mix with the other patrons there, and his own small grunts started to mix with the other patrons’ own around the weight room.

When he was finished with both the sit ups and the push ups, Kyle walked past the bull and towards the entrance of the weight room. He walked out before making a hard left and walked down the hallway to the locker room. He made another hard left when he was halfway down the hall and opened up dual doors upstairs. When Kyle got to the top, he began to stretch out his legs, taking an extra minute to make sure he was ready to jog.

When he felt he was stretched out enough, the buck began to run around the track. He made sure to keep his breathing at an even pace as he felt his muscles begin to come to life and wake up from their rest. He could already feel a bit of strain in his upper body due to the fact that he had to take the weekend off in order to recover from his shoulder being pulled. His lower body felt great, however, as he raced around the track at what felt like a record pace. When he was done running around the track, Kyle was a hot and panting mess when he made it back to Jaxton.

“That was...only a warmup...like always?” Kyle said with a joking smile before lightly punching the bull on his right shoulder. “ Doesn’t feel like it; my heart is pounding.”

“You hurt your shoulder, not your lungs,” the bull playfully scolded. “Have you not been jogging daily, like I recommended to you? You’re huffing and puffing as much as a guy who’s never run in his life!”

Kyle paused for a moment and bent over as he panted. Winded, but not completely worn out, the buck said, “I will admit that I haven’t run very often this week.” When Kyle looked up to see Jaxton’s disappointed frown, the buck rectified things by saying, “But I did use the curling machines when my shoulder felt better!”

“Alright, alright, but just try to stick to the training schedule, alright? Defeats the purpose of hiring me to design your routines if you just ignore it and do your own thing, you know?” Jaxton replied, still frowning. “I mean, how you choose to spend your money is on you, but figure you’d want to actually get results, since you felt the need to get your own personal trainer once a week.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” Kyle replied in an almost dismissive attitude, turning away from Jaxton’s gaze. He hated that the bull could read him like a book by now. He was surprised that the bull had not figured him out through and through by now. There were times that he felt by the small, subtle glances he gave to Jaxton in the locker room, or by the fact that he sometimes got a little bit more flustered than usual when Jaxton spotted for him, that he would figure out he was…

“Yo, Earth to Kyle?” Jaxton interrupted his train of thought as he waved a hand in front of the buck’s face. “Think that’s enough standing around for now. Let’s get you over to the weight bench.”

Kyle blinked, realizing that he was staring off at nothing in particular and hazily made his way over to the weight bench. Following close to Jaxton, Kyle watched the bull’s rump and tail sway as he walked.

The way that Jaxton walked, all the way down to the confident swagger he had in the weight room was everything Kyle secretly wanted to be. He quickly shook off his fatigue and said, “Sorry about slacking a bit and spacing out so much, Jaxton. There’s just been a lot on my mind.” Although Kyle felt that the apology did not have to be given, since he was paying Jaxton to just give him support, he didn’t want to make it seem that he was just wasting the trainer’s time.

“No worries, Kyle. We all have those days,” Jaxton shrugged. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s bothering ya?” the bull asked casually as he started picking up weights and sliding them onto the bar above the weight bench.

Sitting on the weight bench, Kyle felt the cool leather against his exposed fur and gave a bit of a shiver before he leaned back until his back was pressed against the soft, supportive leather of the bench. Kyle wrapped his index fingers around the metal bar and heard Jaxton begin to grab assorted weight values and slide them onto the bar.

The buck then began to wrap his middle finger and then fourth finger until he was gripping the bar firmly. “Ehh, you aren’t my therapist, Jaxton. Plus...maybe the conversation would be best for somewhere where there aren’t as many people listening.” At that, an antelope and cheetah walked by, holding hands and giggling, and Kyle frowned a bit when he looked up to see the pair together.

“Totally up to you, bud. Figure talking would help us pass the time while you’re lifting, but we can just do purely business, if that’s what you’d prefer. Or we can move to a bench a little further away from everyone, if you really need the privacy,” the bull shrugged. “You don’t have to tell me your issues, of course. I mean, I’m just a dude you pay to tell you to try harder and help you not kill yourself when you lift, after all.”

“Well...I mean, yes, but I think of you as a little more than a workout buddy that I pay. You make it sound like you are some kind of prostitute,” Kyle said with a chuckle before he loosened his grip on the metal and began to sit up. “Maybe it’s best I do tell someone, anyway. It's just a topic that’s been bugging me for a while.” Kyle began to get up off the weight bench and help the bull take off weights from the bar.

Nodding, the black bull guided Kyle over to a bench much further away from all the other patrons, the closest one being just within earshot, but they’d likely have to really strain to make out what was being said, which also meant not focusing on their workout, and the rhino nearest to them seemed pretty keen on working on his chest.

“Alright, so what’s so heavy that it’s been bugging you for a while?” Jaxton asked, grinning slightly at the unintended joke, since he was picking up weights to attach to the bar.

Giving a chuckle at the pun, Kyle got back into position and leaned back to feel his back rubbing against the cool leather once again and grabbed onto the bar. “You are going to find it silly…but I’ve been feeling kind of lonely lately,” the buck said with a blush and looking out towards the windows that showed the bright blue sky and puffy white clouds outside, sounding almost like a teenager not wanting to confess something to his parents.

He felt foolish telling it to someone he pays to just help him workout. He shouldn’t have to use the bull’s services as a therapy session. The buck did not even realize that he was lifting the bar with the weights Jaxton had sneakily put on the bar, and the bull was standing directly above him, his sweaty body gleaming in the mixture of natural and artificial light as he loomed over his trainee.

“We all feel that way, from time to time,” Jaxton smiled, keeping his hands positioned under the bar, so he could catch it if the buck failed to lift the bar, upon which he’d put twenty more pounds on than what Kyle was used to lifting. “I think a lot of it is being comfortable with who you are, and then you can attract people to yourself far easier. Or, if you’re talking about companionship, I’d say the same thing kinda goes for that too, but it’s a lot more of putting yourself out there.”

Looking up at the bull with twinkling eyes, Kyle said, “I mean, I think it’s more of the fact that I’m also frustrated. Like, I know what I want, but there are forces out there that are making me want to stay...in shackles.” Beginning to pant and sweat, Kyle found his focus shifting to the bar. He could feel his muscles in his chest, shoulders, and pecs begin to strain against his shirt and sweat begin to coat his fur.

“Whenever I want to go after someone, usually I feel like there is going to be something in the environment that will hold me back from where I want to be romantically.” Looking up at the bull, Kyle could not help but let his thoughts wander as he looked over the bull’s bulge just inches away from his face. The buck could smell the musk radiating off of Jaxton’s body, and he had a hard time concentrating on his composure. Although he was not counting his reps, he felt like if he was, Jaxton would be distracting him with his body once again.

“I feel you there,” Jaxton admitted, nodding after each rep, clearly still keeping count as he spoke. “Hell, my own dating life has been pretty abysmal the last few months, and not for lack of trying. Last two dates I had lined up just randomly fell through, and the third one, well, they stopped responding to texts, so I don’t know what happened there. Damn online dating apps…”

Kyle’s arms began to wobble as he finished what would be his fifteenth rep, and he managed to lift it up. He just now noticed the sweat that was collecting all over his body. His shirt and shorts were soaked, and he could feel some leaking down into his white compression shorts. “Fuck...that sucks, dude,” Kyle said as he strained getting his sixteenth rep in, giving long pants as he tried push it up off of his chest. “Spotter,” Kyle said casually as his arms began to shake, and he strained to get the bar to the top. The term was a safe word for Jaxton that Kyle cannot finish the rep without help.

Jaxton instantly grabbed the bar and helped the buck put it up onto the rack with minimal effort. “Yeah, well, hey, guess it leaves me with more time to work out, right?” the bull chuckled. “Can’t let myself slack off, if I’m ever gonna become the first pro bodybuilder who’s actually as powerful as he looks!”

“Yeah, that’s a noble goal,” Kyle said through his panting before wiping his forehead with his arm. He could feel the sweat cool on his fur. “I think, with a body like yours, you will be well on your way towards your goal.” Giving a warm smile at the bull, Kyle felt a bit of relief at confiding his feelings to Jaxton.

At the same time, he didn’t quite get to what he wanted to tell the bull. He had been coming out to mostly everyone he had known, but there was something about confiding in a gym jock that had him a bit concerned. His band mates were fine with his life choices and supported him, but there was something clawing at him to not tell a jock. Perhaps it was the fact that jocks can sometimes get a bit jumpy when there is a guy like him in the showers with them, but Jaxton seemed almost like he knew Kyle would sneak glances, his body flexing whenever he looked over to him when he lathered himself up at the end of the day.

“So, that it?” Jaxton asked, handing Kyle a bottle of water from a small refrigerator the gym kept stocked for patrons. “Or is there a little more to it than just you feeling lonely?” the bull asked casually, not trying to pry too hard into the buck’s personal life.

“Well...it’s just like...ummm...how do I put this…”

Pressing his fingers together, Kyle gave a bit of a nervous expression and said, “What I really wanted to tell you, actually...besides that I am feeling lonely, is that I also like....err….I like guys.” Kyle almost mumbled the sentence out of the side of his mouth before clearing his throat and blurting out, “And I feel I don’t know the scene well enough to map out gay bars, so I feel like I perpetually cannot find something.” Kyle’s ears flicked, along with a golden hoop that was in his right ear.

Jaxton just raised an eyebrow. “And? I mean, I appreciate you being brave enough to come out to me, but it’s nothing to be scared about. Hell, I did it myself a few years back. I think the key is just finding your element and sticking to it. No point bar-hopping if you aren’t super into alcohol. If your thing is music, then maybe you’ll find a guy you like at a music festival,” the bull shrugged, moving to the machine adjacent to Kyle and sitting down on its seat. “Sure, there would probably be the greatest concentration of guys at a gay bar, but they’re probably not going to be into the same kind of things you are, you know?”

“Yeah...I guess you’re right,” Kyle said with a shrug but not without a warm smile over at Jaxton, the fact that Jaxton just admitted he was gay blowing right over his head. “And thanks for the talk. I really needed it. I feel like I’ve just been really nervous about coming out to another jock.” When it finally hit that Jaxton said that he “did it himself a few years back”, Kyle nearly doubled over. There was actually a gay jock! It almost sounded like an oxymoron to the buck, and he had to mull over the fact that his super hot personal trainer swung the same way as him. Kyle had an almost agape look as he looked back up at the bull, totally seeing him in a different light.

Jaxton cocked his head, looking confused. “What? What’s with that look on your face? Did I say something weird? Broccoli in my teeth? What?” His brow furrowed as he tried to figure out why he was being given such an odd look.

Kyle chuckled, sweat dripping down his body, and he looked up at Jaxton with a dopey grin. “Sorry, I just never thought that you were gay. I don’t mean to sound rude.” Kyle kept his voice down a bit, looking around the weight room with concern as if there would be some beefed up jock ready to kick their teeth in at a moment’s notice.

“No worries. It’s not like it’s something I shout from the rooftops,” Jaxton chuckled. “I’m not hiding who I am, just not making a point of sharing it with people. Besides, hardly something people here need to know, right? Me liking dudes has no bearing upon my ability to be a fantastic personal trainer.”

“Yeah…” Kyle said, his smile returning as he looked back over at Jaxton. “I totally agree! It’s just something I did not expect. Did you ever get the hint about me?” Sticking his tongue out, Kyle found his playful demeanor returning, and he had a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I try not to look gay. The only thing that gives anything away would be my piercing in my ear, but I’ve seen straight people here with nipple piercings, so…”

Now it was Jaxton’s turn to look a little mischievous. “I definitely never noticed the quick, furtive glances at my ass in the shower, or how you were clearly ogling my junk when the towel came off afterwards.” He snorted with a hint of laughter. “You came out to me without even having to tell me. Actions speak louder than words, as they say, so perhaps I purposely flexed a few times just to tease you.”

Kyle blushed and rubbed the back of his head nervously. “Well...you’ll be happy to know that wasn’t me. You must be thinking of a different person.” Kyle felt himself grow warm underneath his fur and cleared his throat. He was obviously lying and trying to cover up his embarrassment at being caught. Perhaps he had lingered longer than he thought.

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Kyle,” Jaxton laughed, his pecs bouncing as he did so. “I don’t know if you missed the bit about me wanting to be a pro bodybuilder, but spoiler alert: That whole thing is all about showing off your goods. I’m proud of my body, and I like showing it off,” he shrugged. “That I can give you something to go home and pound your dick raw to is just icing on the cake.” He looked a bit nervous before adding. “Forgive me, that’s not something even slightly appropriate to say to a client.”

Kyle chuckled this time, his tail flicking back and forth. “Well...I may have not pounded my dick RAW, but it definitely might have made it harder to concentrate on performing music-wise that day. Let me tell you that performance in other areas was not a problem.” Blushing and looking into Jaxton’s green eyes, Kyle admitted, “And I won’t lie to you and beat around the bush; I found you attractive. There is something about you that I cannot put my finger on.”

Jaxton smirked, raising an arm and flexing a huge bicep. “I’m sure it has nothing to do with things like this, right?” he joked. “But thank you, Kyle, that’s very sweet of you to say. You’re not half bad yourself, though perhaps I’m a little biased, since I’m paid to try to transform you into my definition of fit and healthy,” the huge bull chuckled.

Kyle felt all his blood rush to places he would feel a bit dirty describing and said, “Well, you’re welcome. I mean, you are a really nice guy, Jaxton, and I like the fact that you have been so accepting about my...feelings, for lack of a better term. I just feel really comfortable talking to you.”

The sun outside the window was beginning to fall below the horizon, creating wonderful oranges and reds. It seemed that they had been talking for a while. Kyle figured that their hour together was probably up, but in all honesty, he didn’t really care. He would just have to tip Jaxton a bit more.

“Aww, you’re going to make me blush, if you keep talking like that,” Jaxton chuckled, giving Kyle a big smile. “You’re a pretty nice guy yourself, bud. I always look forward to our sessions together, and not just because I enjoy teasing you in the locker rooms,” he winked.

“You are a demon...perhaps an incubus,” Kyle said with a chuckle as he stuck his tongue out and got up off the weight bench. He began to stretch his arms, the muscles throbbing from an intense lifting session. Even though he knew Jaxton had more in mind for their session, Kyle probably should call it quits. Kyle knew Jaxton had an early appointment tomorrow with another client. Luckily, his compression shorts kept his semi that he was popping mostly packed down tight, but there was a bit of a bulge in his shorts. The fact that the bull had been openly teasing him had kept him on the boil through their whole conversation.

“I don’t know about a demon, but I’ve been told I’m a beast often enough, in a good way, mind you, that maybe there’s some truth to your words,” Jaxton chuckled, looking at his watch and groaning. “Ah shit, we’re fifteen minutes over time, and we didn’t even get half the stuff done that I wanted to accomplish today. If you wanna get refunded half the session, I’d understand, since I really should have tried harder to keep us on track,” the black bull frowned, clearly disappointed in himself.

Snapping himself back to what was at hand and away from the bull’s bulging chest, the buck gave a chuckle and shrugged. “I guess half the rate would be fine. I mean, I was the one that kind of derailed everything by getting us chatting about my more personal life, and you just humored me with your conversation.” Kyle gave a small smile and shrugged. “I did enjoy getting that off my chest, and if you are free, I’m willing to do the whole routine and then pay you your usual rate. My band doesn’t play until late tonight at the bar.”

Jaxton raised an eyebrow, the words not making sense to him. “I’m not sure I follow. Am I refunding you, or are you going to stay here longer and just do the routine anyway, though without me, since I’ve got another client in a few minutes?” he asked, cocking his head in confusion.

“No, no, it’s fine. I was suggesting that, if you were free, we could just do the rest of the stuff past the usual time. I thought that, if the other client canceled the appointment, or something, then I could just carry over into some of their time. But don’t worry about it. I’ll go shower up, and you can get to your next client. I can just pay you half.” Getting up off the weight bench, Kyle walked over to a paper towel dispenser and came back to the bench to begin wiping it off. He used the second paper towel to wipe off his face before casting it to the side.

The bull was still clearly a little distraught over the events, and he sighed, practically seeing dollar signs flying out the window, since he’d made only half what he should have made for the hour, all because he was being friendly and trying to care about Kyle’s life. Being friendly didn’t put dinner on the table, after all. “Yeah, that’s fair, I guess. I’ll inform the receptionist of the arrangement and the reasons, and she’ll refund you half the session. I’ll see you at the same time next week, yeah?” Jaxton asked, pausing and looking over his shoulder as he started walking away. “If not, just tell Cathy when you wanna schedule again.”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Kyle said as he got up and began to walk to the door along with Jaxton. The buck felt a bit guilty only giving the bull half-pay, and the somber expression that Jaxton gave nearly made his heart melt. After all, he was the one that got them off topic. “

Giving a chuckle, Kyle made his way to the front desk and began to dig through the pocket of his gym shorts for his membership card. There was some cash on the card that could at least pay for today’s session in full.

The puma, Cathy, looked up from her computer when she sensed Kyle standing on the other side of the desk, her previously swamped demeanor replaced with a more relaxed one. “Yes, Mr. Young? What can I do for you?” she asked with a polite smile.

“I’m just going to pay for what I owe for the personal trainer,” Kyle said as he grabbed his membership card in his pocket. The card itself was a bright white with his face highlighted by a dark red frame that surrounded his awkwardly smiling face. Even in the picture, the buck was wearing his gold ear ring. “You can just take it off my membership card, Cathy.” The cougar’s smile was contagious, and Kyle had a hard time not grinning like a fool around the desk manager. They knew each other well enough, since Kyle had been a regular at BEAST gym for a year now.

She nodded, taking Kyle’s card and swiping it through her computer and looking back up at the buck. “Did you want to add a tip to the charge today?” she asked, Jaxton making a point of making himself scarce and looking through the sports drink vending machine, since he didn’t want his presence to pressure Kyle into paying more than he really wanted. He was just happy that he wouldn’t be going home tonight with less in his pocket than he should have had.

Kyle thought for a moment and said, “Yeah. I guess two more dollars wouldn’t hurt.” The buck thought back to his confession to Jaxton and gave a frown. He secretly hoped his little crush on the bull wasn’t playing on his mind when it came to his money. In all honesty, Kyle was just happy he got a workout in, but he really needed to hit it off at the bars tonight. Cash was beginning to get kind of tight for Kyle.

Cathy raised her eyebrow slightly, but she didn’t comment on whatever was going through her mind. “Alright, so that’s fifty for the hour, and two for the tip, so fifty-two will be deducted from your card,” she said, handing the membership card back to Kyle. “Is there anything else I can do for you tonight, Mr. Young?”

Shaking his head and feeling a deep blow to his bank account, Kyle said, “Nah. I think that is all, really. Thank you.” Kyle walked away from the reception desk, but not without a friendly goodbye and a smile from Cathy. The buck walked into the locker room, the familiar and clean scent of the environment filling his lungs, walking past rows and rows of gleaming blue lockers until he eventually made it to his row.

Kyle walked past people of all shapes and sizes. Some eyed him up as he sauntered in while others did not even give him a passing glance. Many of the people were busy changing clothes while others walked in and out of the shower, their naked bodies proudly on display and dripping wet.

Walking over to the fourth row, Kyle made a hard right and counted down to the third locker. He managed to dodge a musclebound german shepard who was busy toweling himself off, totally naked and exposed to the elements. With a blush, Kyle stepped around and put in the combination to his locker; 22 09 03 and pulled down the lock to hear a sharp click. He slipped the simple padlock out from the locker and opened it up.

Inside was a simple mirror along with several pictures of Kyle’s favorite moments with his bandmates around the mirror. A small gay pride sticker was stamped on the top right of the locker, along with a picture of Kyle posing with two leather clad men, their caps facing downward so the camera could not capture their faces. Kyle could not resist getting up close to the two at the pride parades he went to with his bass guitar player in his band. She always had something in mind it seemed. Kyle was glad she was the first he told.

Reaching into his locker to grab the duffel bag inside, Kyle began to rummage through it, moving his clothes and deodorant out of the way until he found the shampoo and body wash. Grasping it before stepping back, Kyle placed the body wash and shampoo on the brown, clean bench that laid in between Kyle’s row and the next row of lockers with a sigh. He stretched his body, the german shepherd nearby looking over at Kyle for a moment before moving on to admiring himself in his own small mirror.

Reaching back into his duffel bag, Kyle pulled out a red towel and threw it over the bench before hooking his fingers in his shorts and stripping them off. His light grey compression shorts that were underneath highlighted his lean form, showing off the curves of his lower body as well as the muscles that were underneath his sturdy form.

Kyle admired his body in the locker and looked over to the german shepherd to see his tail wagging as he rummaged through his locker. Kyle could not suppress his chuckle. There was something adorable about the way a dog showed their emotions so vividly through one part of their body. Hooking his thumbs into his compression shorts, Kyle stripped the shorts off until he was standing naked and looking at his own reflection.

Snow-colored fur dipped down his neck and over his pecs and chest, highlighting the area with the bright white fur. The inside of his thighs as well as his pelvis also had a nice white. Kyle’s member flopped downward over his balls as he bent over and stepped out of the compression shorts, his muscular rump on full display as his tail flicked. Kyle was not ashamed of his body, but he did not flaunt his progress. He knew the muscle he packed on due to Jaxton’s strict regimen helped him out physically, and it showed.

Grabbing his towel and throwing it over his shoulder, along with grabbing a bottle of shampoo and conditioner, Kyle closed his locker and sauntered past the dog. The male did not seem to notice as the deer took a glance at the dog’s thick and broad body, and the buck gave a simple, mischievous grin as he watched the tail wag back and forth. The german shepard was still busy digging through his locker and scouting for something.

Kevin’s hooves echoed in the locker room as he made his way to the shower. His fur was matted with sweat, and Kyle could still feel the fatigue in his muscles. Not even the warm steam that kissed his skin helped soothe the dull throbbing that began in his arms and spread throughout his upper body.

Giving a pleasant hum, Kyle’s lips turned into a satisfied smile when he heard the sound of water hitting tile with a distinct “hiss”. As Kyle took a hard right across a set of barriers, Kyle was ready for the hot water on his skin to help relax his aching body and imagined his own hands stroking across his body. As he walked to a free stall between a large caribou and a dragon, Kyle turned on the shower and nearly jumped when he felt the hot water on his body. He immediately relaxed and let his thoughts trail to the show he was going to play tonight at the bar and how he was going to make next week’s rent.

Kyle walked out of the locker room refreshed and re-energized. His body was not aching as much, and he was ready for his show tonight. He had a duffel bag around his shoulder, which included his workout clothes and other assorted gym accessories, and was making his way towards the lobby. He wore a t-shirt with the word “RIOT” written in dark red letters on a bright white shirt, and he wore jeans that were ripped along the knees. His gold earring shimmered as he made his way towards the lobby, a content expression on his face.

“Hey! Kyle!” a deep voice called out to him, followed by the heavy sound of hooves half-running along the floor. Turning his head, the buck came face to pecs with Jaxton, who was looking a little winded from running to catch up with him.

Kyle chuckled and looked Jaxton up and down to see him still in his workout shorts and t-shirt from earlier, his broad body highlighted by the tight, athletic material. Kyle cocked his head a bit and said, “Oh, did I forget something, Jaxton?” Kyle said, wondering why the bull was so keen on running over to the buck in such a hurry. “Or are you just getting another quick jog in?” Giving a stupid chuckle at his own joke, Kyle added, “Only kidding.”

Jaxton chuckled, but he didn’t comment on the joke. “Hey, I wanted to thank you for today. You really didn’t need to pay for the whole session, but I appreciate you doing it anyway. That was really cool of you, Kyle,” he said with a warm smile on his face.

“Oh...uhh,” Kyle started before putting his hand on the back of his head and looking a bit flustered. “It’s nothing, Jaxton. It was really my fault for getting us off task. I should have pulled us back to the workout. But yeah….anyway, I would love to stay and chat, but I actually have a show to set up for.” Kyle gave a warm smile to the bull. “I did enjoy our conversation, though. I kind of...want to get to know you a little bit outside of work.” Kyle didn’t mean to sound flirty; he was genuinely truthful about talking to Jaxton about his sexuality. In truth, Jaxton was the first gay male that was so open about relationships. Kyle wanted to know more about him. It had been difficult to find someone as open as him about being gay in his area.

“Well, how about tonight?” Jaxton suggested. “Where are you playing at? I’m off after I’m done with this next session, which I should probably be getting back to before their run is over, but I can spare a few more seconds,” he chuckled. “Anyway, I’d love to see you play. It’s been forever since I just took a night to go out and relax, so it could be fun,” the bull said with a genuine smile.

Kyle gave an elated smile. He was happy that Jaxton could be another potential fan of his band. “Yeah, I think that would be great! You can hang with the group after we are done, too! Oh, and...we are playing at the Blue Oyster Bar on main street. There is a huge crowd of rock enthusiasts. Usually we play punk or some late 2000’s hits or whatever, since we are just a cover band. It’s a good time, and drinks are half off.”

The bull looked rather excited at that last bit of news. “Well, shit, with an offer like half-price drinks and a great band to listen to, how could I not go?” he chuckled. “When’s the show start?”

Kyle chuckled. “I knew you would like the half-priced drink part. Show starts at 8:00 pm. My band goes up at around 9:00 pm, and it goes until about 9:30 pm. Lots of local bands come around to show off. It’s a good time.” Kyle was touched by the bull’s excitement about tonight, and Kyle could not quell his own excitement. The buck thanked whatever god was out there that his old lion trainer was replaced by a hunky, interesting, and gay bull.

“Sounds perfect! I’ll probably get there a little after it starts, since I doubt anyone wants to sit next to a musky, sweaty bull, so I’ll have to get cleaned up and changed and such, but I’ll definitely be there! Least I can do to thank you for today,” Jaxton smiled.

Kyle looked over Jaxton’s body to see it dripping with sweat, and he gave a grin. “No, no, you don’t have to change, and you can sit right next to me,” Kyle thought to himself lewdly. Instead he said, “Oh, that’s fine! I am just happy you are interested. Well, I really do have to get going, but I’ll see you there!”

“Awesome! I can’t wait!” Jaxton smiled. “Good luck tonight, if I don’t see you before you go on! I gotta run myself, though a bit more literally,” he said, jogging back towards the stairs to the track his current client was running on.

Kyle chuckled and watched Jaxton jog off, his body involuntarily flexing. “You surprise me, Jaxton,” the buck mumbled with a smile to himself before he walked out of the gym and towards his car. Outside, the cool evening air washed over the buck’s body, and Kyle looked around to see the trees starting to bloom. Winter was starting to turn over into spring, and the buck couldn’t be happier. Not only was it a show night, which meant a payday, but it was finally starting to get warmer.

Giving a small smile as he made his way to his car, Kyle grabbed the keys in his pocket and unlocked the door to a small pickup truck. The bright red truck was old and showed its age, but it definitely got the job done. Kyle hopped up on the side skirts on the side of his truck and opened up the driver side door, then he hopped inside and closed the door. The air freshener inside smelled of pine, but did not do too much to cover up the smell of weed. The last time the giraffe was in the car, he decided to break out his favorite bong and a lighter.

“Fucking Rob,” Kyle said with an eyeroll before starting the car. In the back, an acoustic guitar sat leaned against the backseat while an electric guitar was wrapped up in its case. The instruments and cases themselves looked pristine and clashed with the torn up seats of the back of the truck. When the car came to life, Kyle pushed down the clutch and put the car into drive, his right hand moving over to the shifter.

An hour and a half later, Jaxton walked into the Blue Oyster Bar, and he instantly coughed as the thick smell of smoke assailed his nostrils. It took him a moment to get used to it, but he didn’t breathe as deeply as he might have normally. The first band seemed to be well into their set, and they seemed to be a fairly basic rock group. Not terribly great, but they weren’t who he was here to see anyway.

The bull made his way over towards the bar, adjusting his white t-shirt, over which was an open, button-up shirt. His jeans felt a little tighter than they should have been as he walked, and he hoped it was just from his muscles still being a bit pumped from the gym, and not because his legs had gotten bigger, which had given him more than a fair share of grief as he delved deeper into bodybuilding.

The first band thanked the crowd and gave a wave to the patrons who clapped respectfully. Much of the crowd was young, but there were a handful of people who sat at the stools near the bar. A zebra bartender wiped glasses and took orders behind an old pine bar that had its fair share of cuts and scars. Glasses from the cabinets and rows upon rows of different types of liquor filled the shelves. The tables spread out around the area were populated with people who were busy drinking or munching on bar food and socializing. Jaxton sat at the bar and ordered a beer from the zebra, looking around as he sipped on a lager.

As the first band started to tear down their set, Kyle’s band began to put theirs up. There was a total of three other people besides the buck; a male doberman was busy setting up his bass guitar. A female cheetah was messing with her own guitar as well as a synthesizer, making sure that the electric strip nearby could be reached with a plug. And finally, the male giraffe in the back was setting up drums and the amplifiers, making sure everything was in place.

Kyle was busy in front, making sure the microphone was set up right and that each of inputs and outputs of the mics were correct on the massive soundcard set-up by the bar and connected to two huge speakers. Tapping the mic, the buck cringed a bit when it gave a loud ringing and chuckled.

“Well, at least we know it’s working.”

There were a few chuckles, and some of the patrons turned toward the stage with recognition in their eyes. Kyle cleared his throat and said, “We are the Hounds, and we will be going through some 2000s punk hits. We’ll be kicking it off here shortly.” Looking around the crowd, Kyle started to scan for familiar faces and he found a couple. Most of the customers were new ones, and Kyle gave a large smile when his eyes connected with Jaxton’s own. “It seems the bull wasn’t lying,” Kyle thought to himself before he went to the back to help out the giraffe with setting up his drums.

Jaxton chuckled to himself at the bar, knocking back the remnants of his first beer and ordering another. It was kinda cute how excited Kyle got when he saw him in the crowd, and Jaxton promised himself he would remain classy and not make faces at him while he sang, trying to make him lose focus and mess up. The bull looked around, feeling a little out of place for being one of the larger species present in the bar, though the giraffe in the band had him beat, no doubt about that. Oddly, it seemed that people were avoiding coming too close to Jaxton, as if he’d bite them if they got too close. He knew his size and bulk was intimidating, and people always gave him weird looks, no matter how much he tried to look unintimidating.

Beginning to plug in the electric guitars into the amps, the doberman and cheetah looked at each other and gave a grin. “Yooo, Ryan, you ready for the solo, or are your fingers going to pussy out like last time?” the cheetah practically shouted across the stage. Kyle rolled his eyes and turned around. “Come on, Liz. Is that really som-”

The doberman named Ryan shook his head and said, “That’s funny, coming from a cat. I think you’re the pussy, since you barely can play through Freebird.”

“So you have me beat on one song...big deal.”

“Yeah, from one of the greatest guitarists of all fucking time,” Ryan shot back before he threw his guitar strap over his shoulders. The strap had the iconic United Kingdom flag all the way down the band. His leather jacket was ripped in places, and the studs and rings around his ears gave him an incredibly intimidating look. The cheetah wasn’t backing down, however.

Adjusting the color of her Chicago Blackhawks tee and adjusting the waistband of her faded blue jeans, Liz gave a huff and said, “Yeah, well, keep on with that Guns and Roses solo. I have you so beat there.”

“Guys,” Kyle said with a sigh. “Can we just get on with this? We need the cash.”

Ryan in the back twirled his drumsticks and nodded. “Fuck yeah we do. We need money for rent. Kyle and I are almost fucked.” Ryan had on a bright pink muscle shirt along with the same ripped jeans as Kyle. The buck actually had to borrow the pair of jeans from his roommate after he lost his favorite to a clothes-eating drier.”

“Yeah, yeah, okay, boss,” the doberman said with a chuckle. “Let’s get it going.”

Nodding, Liz threw the strap of her bass over her shoulder with a grin and said, “So, what’s our starter?”

“Hmmm, Paramore?” Kyle suggested as he moved up to the mic, holding it with one hand and looking over his shoulder.

“That narrows it down,” Rob said as he walked back to his drumset and had a seat, continuing to twirl his drumsticks. “How about Ignorance? Gives Ryan another chance on the solo.”

“Yeah, shut up, longneck,” Ryan hissed as he played a simple scale on the guitar. “Just try to keep up.”

“Alright. Let me tell the crowd,” Kyle said with a chuckle as Rob childishly stuck his abnormally long tongue out at Ryan.

Facing the mic, Kyle said, “We’ll be taking requests towards the end of the night, but we will start with Ignorance by Paramore.”

Jaxton clapped along with the rest of the people in the audience, his eyes never leaving the buck, with the exception of his eyes sliding over to the drummer. The giraffe was pretty ripped, and the way his arms bulged when he gripped his drumsticks was causing the bull’s pants to tighten slightly, a train of thought he had to quickly derail and go back to focusing on Kyle, lest he end up with a full erection in the middle of a bar, and no pants could hide that.

Hitting the drumsticks together in a general tempo of the song, Rob started them off. Ryan jumped in with the familiar riff on the electric guitar, and Rob began to really get into the drums after the general riff was over. They jumped right into the first sixteen bars of the song with full gusto.

Kyle could not help but tap his foot along with the band as they stormed along, the song’s pace making it easy for him to focus when he came in. They practiced and performed covers of Paramore since the beginning; this one was going to be a cakewalk. What made the Hounds unique, however, was that Kyle sang the vocals, whether female or male.

“If I’m a bad person, you don’t like me, well I guess I’ll make my own way. It’s a circle, a mean cycle, I can’t excite you anymore…”

The buck found himself finding his stride, leaning into the mic, his mouth inches from the speaker and with every second behind the mic, he got himself into the zone. Liz in the back had a focused expression on her face, and Rob’s muscles flexed as he worked his way around the drum set.

Jaxton, meanwhile, was leaning back against the bar with his eyes slightly widened. He figured the buck would be at least a little talented, but Kyle was actually really talented, to the point that the bull was starting to feel like their cover of the song was better than the original. When some of the other patrons started cheering, he joined in, smiling and throwing his beer-filled fist in the air in salute of the buck as he utterly killed it on stage.

When the group stormed past the bridge into the verse, Kyle looked over to see Jaxton raising his glass and grinning, and the buck couldn’t help but smirk back as the band moved on towards the verse. Even Liz and Ryan began to yell out the lyrics.

“Ignorance is your new best friend. Ignorance is your new best friend!”

The rest of the song went smoothly, and as they made it to the solo, Kyle looked over to see the doberman and drummer perfectly synced. They were ready to barrel onward. When they made it, Ryan took over, and the solo went ten times better than expected. His fingers flew across the strings, and the doberman’s mouth widened into a grin when he looked over to Liz to show off. The cheetah simply shook her head.

The band slammed into the finish with as much energy as they started, each member a panting and sweaty mess. It was evident that they put in their all into the first song, and they were feeling ready to jump into the next one.

The crowd applauded the band vigorously, people cheering loudly, Jaxton being one of them, and he gave Kyle a thumbs-up when the buck happened to look his way. The huge bull was clearly getting into the spirit of the evening, and with three beers now down, he was perhaps a bit more animated than necessary.

The buck gave a chuckle and waved to the crowd. “Thank you guys!” Looking back to the band who were each panting and sweating themselves, Rob was the first one to speak up.

“Well, now what?”

Kyle shrugged and said, “I don’t know...ummm Thirty Seconds to Mars?”

“Which one?” Liz said with a grin. “I got all the synthesizers we need loaded up on the piano for them.”

“How about ATT-”

One of the guys in the crowd, a younger guy who looked more like a teenager, yelled, “EVANESCENCE!”

All of the sudden, a bunch of people started to bang their beer bottles on the tables, chanting the band name, and the zebra barkeeper looked at them with a “please just play the song, so they don’t go batshit crazy” look as he cleaned his glassware and served patrons. Even people who did not even know the band name were starting to chant along with them.

Kyle looked back at the group who just shrugged. Liz said, “I’ll stay on synth for the violin.” Taking off her guitar, Liz passed her bass guitar to Kyle. “You got bass this time and vocals. We’ll help you out on the backups. Ryan has the screaming parts.”

The doberman gave a thumbs up. “I got this, though I’d say Kyle’s the better screamer, or at least he is in bed!” he joked, grinning at the buck as he adjusted his guitar strap.

“Yeah, yeah whatever,” the buck replied back with a blush before he threw over Liz’s guitar strap. The weight of the bass was heavy on his shoulders, but with Jaxton’s workout plan, he could easily maneuver it around. “Liz, start us off on the piano for the trill. We’ll give them Bring Me Back to Life.”

Nodding, Liz got ready on the piano and played the trill. The bar all of a sudden went eerily quiet and the buck went up to the mic to sing the first verse.

“How can you see into my eyes, like open doors? Leading me down into my core, where I’ve become so numb.”

Kicking in on the guitar, Ryan began to come in, his fingers beginning to move as slowly and ominous as the pace of the song. As the band made their way to the intro, Rob added himself into the fray and jumped in to continue the intro, keeping the momentum of the song going with his own take on the drums without losing the original’s mood.

Eventually, they made it to the screaming part, and they made their way through it with all their energy poured into the outbursts.

“Bring me to life!”

“I’VE BEEN LIVING A LIE! THERE’S NOTHING INSIDE!”

“Bring me to life!”

Ryan’s veins were pulsing when he finished, panting openly and moving away from the mic that he and Kyle shared for only a moment before moving through the next few verses. When the two finally made it to the end of the song, the band was just as invigorated as when they started. However, more sweat was dripping down their bodies, and they were all openly panting. Some of the customers managed to get their hands on water and roll bottles on stage for them.

The crowd couldn’t stop cheering after the band’s impressive performance. Unfortunately, their time was drawing to a close, and Jaxton, a little tipsy by this point, shouted, “PLAY FREEBIRD!!!” as loud as he could manage, starting a chain reaction of people calling out for the band to play the popular Lynyrd Skynyrd song.

“Goddamnit,” Kyle cussed as he looked back at Ryan to see him panting before giving a thumbs up. “You guys ready for the intense finale?”

“Fuck yeah,” Rob said as he drummed his sticks on the edge of the snares for a moment before wiping the sweat off of his forehead. “Let’s dish out some Lynyrd.”

“Yo, you ready, Liz?” Kyle asked as he looked over to see wiping sweat off of her forehead as well.

“Don’t worry about me, bucky boy. I got bass.”

“And what about you, Ryan? Think you got the solo?”

The doberman sighed. “Yeah, I should be fine. My hands always hurt like a bitch after playing that damn solo, but the people are calling for it, so let’s give it to ‘em, Kyle!” he added with a grin.

Nodding, Kyle grabbed the mic and said, “Alright guys, get ready.”

The four bandmates began packing up their instruments. The bar was empty at this point besides the zebra bartender who wiped down the mahogany bar top with almost pinpoint precision, and Jaxton who would lift his glass whenever the zebra wiped along his pathway. Kyle was busy packing up the microphone into its small, specialized case while the rest were working on their own instruments; Rob on his drumset, Liz on her piano and synthesizer, and Ryan wiping off his base guitar before setting it gently into its own case.

Kyle had a massive smile on his face as he looked over at Jaxton chatting with the zebra bartender excitedly. Honestly, he thought that Jaxton was just telling him he would show up just to make him feel better. It wasn’t that Kyle thought the bull was not good on his word, it was more of the fact that Kyle was used to his friends telling him that they would show up only to leave him hanging during shows. It was nice to see a familiar face.

Jaxton happened to look over his shoulder, and he gave Kyle a smile. He excused himself, still holding his most recent beer, and he walked over to the buck. “Hey, great show tonight, Kyle! Gotta say, I was impressed you guys actually rocked Freebird as well as you did!” the slightly inebriated bull chuckled.

Kyle chuckled as he clicked the locks to his mic case and held it almost like a suitcase near his hip. “Thanks. There is always one guy who yells out some classic rock song with a hard solo. Last week, it was Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas. We usually just practice classic rock to keep our soloists sharp.” Kyle looked over to see Ryan practically whispering sweet nothings to his guitar as he guided it into his case. “For an intimidating punk dobie, he would probably make a good father, if he treated his kids as well as his guitars,” Kyle thought to himself with a goofy smile.

“Well, hey, that practice paid off!” Jaxton smiled, stretching his arms and yawning, though catching himself before the beer in his hand tipped over too far, not wanting to spill its contents on the floor and anger the zebra he’d been chatting up. “Guess I should probably be heading home, leave you guys to do your thing in peace, whatever it is that you do after a show.”

Kyle gave a small chuckle as he stuck his thumb out towards the back entrance. “Well, Tim likes to give us free beer after our show, and we usually get too much for all of us, so we are always looking for someone to tag along after our show to help us finish it.” Tim, the zebra bartender in the back, was listening intently to their conversation. It seemed Jaxton had peaked the zebra’s interest, and his tail was swishing back and forth in earnest as he watched the bull’s back flex and move with a dreamy look on his face as he started to write the check for the band’s performance. The band members each got a chunk of the tips for the night, and it seemed that today they would make a killing.

“And well...I figured you could come over to my place for a bit. It would be a good time, and we got plenty of room in our van. I just leave my truck overnight here. No big deal,” Kyle said with a smirk. Rob was busy conducting the rest of the band members towards the back, an excited look on the giraffe's face when he noticed the zebra was holding up the check for them in the air. Rob ran over and snagged it before looking at the number on the front. The number seemed to please the giraffe as he ran back over to help Liz move his drum set outside.

Jaxton looked over at the bartender to give him a wink, then back to Kyle. “Yeah, sure, that sounds like fun. Don’t know that I’ll drink too much more, honestly, since I’ve already had…” He counted his fingers as he looked thoughtful. “Like seven beers, so I’ve got like one or two more in me, and then you have to take my car keys,” the bull chuckled.

Kyle gave a smile and shrugged, “Don’t worry about driving. You can catch a ride with us in the van. Rob is completely sober and will get us back to my place to crash. If you need to, you can stay overnight. Did you drive here?” Kyle did not think about the wink, nor did he look over at Tim to see him get all flustered and giggly, his tail flicking back and forth excitingly.

“Yeah, but if Tim’s cool with me leaving my car in the parking lot out back, then I suppose there’s no issue with me going with you guys. I’ll just need someone to drive me back here in the morning, so I can get to the gym for work at noon,” Jaxton shrugged, continuing to cast sideways glances at the zebra and admiring the musculature that was hidden behind the vest and dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal strong forearms. He cleared his throat before looking fully at Kyle. “You sure you don’t mind, though? I mean, I’m just your personal trainer, not a long-time friend like your bandmates.”

“Nah, Tim won’t mind,” Kyle said with a shrug. Looking past the bull, Kyle noticed that Tim was giving small glances back over at Jaxton with an interested look on his face. “And by the looks of it, I believe Tim wants you back at his bar later anyway.” Kyle chuckled and then added, “And we don’t mind you coming over to our place. We’ve invited sketchier people than just some personal trainer bull. One time, Rob invited over a tattoo artist. The artist ended up being a bit psychotic, and the giraffe almost got a piercing in one of his more...intimate areas whenever Rob tried to be flirty.”

Jaxton couldn’t help but laugh at that mental image. “Sounds like it’s always a riot with you guys! Anyway, just wanna take care of one more thing here before we head out, if that’s alright with you.”

Kyle nodded and said, “Yeah, take your time. We still gotta pack everything.” Turning around, Kyle began to walk towards the van. “See you in a bit, Jax.”

The bull watched Kyle’s ass as the buck walked off, and then he turned around and walked back over to the bar. “Hey, Tim, got a pen and paper?” he asked, grinning slightly.

Tim chuckled and passed the pen that he used to write the check for the band before reaching underneath to pull out a napkin. “Not necessarily paper, but I do have a cocktail napkin.” The zebra noticed that his top button was almost coming undone in his dress shirt and flexed his pecs voluntarily to make the button snap out of the hole, showing off his neckline which dipped down into his chest. He pretended he did not notice that his button came undone.

Jaxton, however, did notice, and the look he gave the zebra conveyed just how much he enjoyed the view of the striped equine’s chest. The bull scribbled down a phone number and slid the napkin across the bar at Tim, smiling a little seductively. “I’m a little busy tonight, but if you ever wanna get in a little bit of personal training, shoot me a text or call me,” Jaxton winked. “I’m always happy to have some one-on-one time with big studs like yourself, and I know you won’t leave our session unsatisfied.”

Tim nodded and took the napkin before folding it and putting it in his vest pocket. He patted it as if checking to make sure that it was still there and he wasn’t dreaming. Usually, he was the one that ended up getting customer’s interest and not the other way around. “You know, I have been trying to work on my glutes…” The zebra gave a grin before winking himself. “But I’ll let you go party, you big beefsteak.” Leaning back, the zebra took his arms off the counter and turned around to count all the glasses hanging from their holders on the ceiling. He flicked his tail, showing off his rump to the bull and looking over his shoulder with a smile. “I’ll see you around, Jaxton,” Tim practically purred.

“Damn right you will,” Jaxton chuckled, taking a moment to admire the zebra’s ass through his slacks before tearing his eyes away and looking back up into the equine’s eyes. “I look forward to hearing from you again, stud,” he smiled before turning around and walking back over to Kyle.

Kyle stood with his arms to his side as he leaned against the door outside. When he heard Jaxton approach, Kyle relaxed his composure and he gave a bright smile to the bull. “So, did Tim let you keep your car in his lot?” Kyle’s tail swished excitingly at the fact that they would have one more drinking buddy tonight. It would be a change of pace from some random fan.

Jaxton froze, realizing he forgot to ask the zebra that question in his efforts to pick up the incredibly attractive bartender. “Oh, uh, yeah, he was cool with it,” the bull lied, though he highly suspected Tim wasn’t about to tow the car belonging to the guy he clearly wanted to end up in bed with. “So, we ready to leave?”.

“Yeah,” Kyle said with a grin, his tail flicking excitingly. “You’ll be sitting by Rob in the back with Ryan. They’ll keep you company. Liz will be driving, and I’ll be up front.” Walking out of the door, Kyle held it open for Jaxton who walked on through with a pleasant smile. When the two made it outside, they walked into an alley.

The night sky glittered with stars overhead, and the moon shined ominously overhead. The red van in the alley was an old VW Camper van which looked like it belonged in a car graveyard rather than on the move. The alley smelled of diesel, which the van sprayed out of its muffler in puffs of dark smoke. Although the paint was faded, the chrome around the sides was prime and looked authentic. The chrome trim around the vehicle shimmered in the moonlight.

“She isn’t much, but she gets us from point A to point B,” Kyle laughed before opening up the back door. “The refurbish process is slow, but we got the chrome, seats, and carpeting done last year. Liz knew a guy to get us the stuff for cheap.” The door opened with little resistance, but gave a bit of a moan. The smell of leather reached Jaxton’s nose.

“Hey, no judgments here. My first car as a teen was in far worse shape, and I practically had to jump it every time I drove it. Thank god for portable jumper boxes,” Jaxton chuckled, getting into the car and sliding in between the doberman and giraffe. “Howdy, guys!”

Ryan gave a snicker while scooting over and said to Kyle, “Why did you have to grab the biggest guy at the bar? You could have picked the small dachshund or something in the back. I’m sure she would have been a good time…”

Rob rolled his eyes, his free biceps rubbing against Jaxton’s as he adjusted his pink muscle shirt. “Dude, your red rocket is going to get you in trouble someday, and I’m just counting down when. Also, what’s your name, bro?”

While the guys were talking, Liz began to drive out of the alley, her ears flicking as she listened to the conversation and reached forward to fiddle with the radio. Her claws clicked on the assorted buttons on the interface.

“Name’s Jaxton. I’m Kyle’s personal trainer at Iron Fit Gym,” the bull replied with a smile. “Nice to make your acquaintance, Rob. If you don’t mind me asking, what gym do you go to? Arms like yours don’t come just from playing instruments,” Jaxton chuckled.

Rob looked a bit shy at his appearance being commented on and said, “Well shucks...I uhh got my arms from Kyle. We sometimes work out together, and Ryan has some iron that we use to workout.” Giving a soft smile, Rob’s bravado started to come back in full swing. “Ryan doesn’t really use his weights and stuff, so we just kind of borrow it and use the basement. The weights really help with drumming, so my arms don’t give out. Drumming actually helped push me to get a bit buffer.”

Ryan gave a huff. “I was going to get back into it...eventually!” Ryan snapped at the guys before falling back in his seat.

“Oh? If you don’t mind me asking, Kyle, if you have weights and such at home, why do you even need me once a week? Just a motivational thing, or something?” Jaxton asked, curious at why Kyle would choose to pay for a personal trainer why he had probably more than enough equipment at home, and even if he didn’t have certain things, he already had the gym membership, so he really didn’t even need the trainer on top of that.

Before Kyle would answer, Rob came in and added, “Oh yeah, it’s motivational. You should have seen him before. Even when Ryan had the weights, his confidence level was too small to even want to work out.”

Kyle gave a glare over to Rob and said, “I could have explained that, you know.”

Rob shrugged and said, “You would have beat around the bush, bro. Anyway, after he started to gush about his new personal trainer, he started to workout back at the apartment. I think you really shifted his ass into gear.”

While Rob was talking, Kyle was blushing furiously. He tried to ignore the conversation happening behind him and listened to the radio. Liz seemed to have found a punk rock station and she was too busy driving to listen to the conversation that was happening in the back seat of the car.

“He was gushing about me?” Jaxton grinned. “Well, that’s mighty flattering. Do I even want to know what he said? Or you could always tell me yourself, Kyle,” he added, raising his voice a little to grab the buck’s attention.

Kyle was blushing still, tapping his finger on the driver side door and looking out the window as if he was pretending to not pay attention. Rob chuckled and shook his head. “Yeah, Kyle. Why don’t you tell him how much you wanted to be as big as him, or how you liked what type of shampoo he used in the shower so you bought your own, or…”

Kyle quickly intervened, “You can stop there!”

The conversation seemed to have garnered Liz’s attention, and she gave a snicker and added, “Or how much he likes it when you spot for him…”

“Urghhhh, you guys are the worst,” Kyle groaned before crossing his arms and practically sinking into his seat.

“What’s so special about him spotting for him?” Ryan asked. “You just stand there by their head and...oooooohhhh,” the doberman grinned. “I get it now. Pervert buck,” he laughed.

“Need I remind you of how many women you scouted out for when you got free membership to the gym?” Kyle chuckled, his cheeks still red as he turned around to face Ryan. “You spent a lot of time over at the ellipticals and were only doing a very slow pace...between two women. You don’t even care about your legs!”

Snorting, Ryan gave an amused shrug. “Hey, I can’t help it that I like ladies in leggings that hug their ass so perfectly that you can’t help but wanna get all up in there! Besides, you can’t tell me that cougar I brought home wasn’t hot, Kyle. Ain’t nobody THAT gay that they can’t appreciate that toned physique she had.”

Kyle gave a snort back and replied, “I’m surprised that someone finds more metal than a grade schooler with braces attractive, but to each their own, I guess. And yes, she was pretty attractive, and that’s coming from a gay guy…” Kyle rolled his eyes and continued, “But that’s not the point! I meant the spotting comment from the fact that Jaxton was...helpful.”

Rob and Liz both laughed at the comment almost simultaneously. The giraffe stuck out his naturally long tongue before saying, “We all know why you liked him spotting for you, Kyle. You can be straight with us...or gay, rather.”

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Jaxton cleared his throat. “Alright, I get the idea. Wouldn’t be the first time a client took an interest, and probably won’t be the last. Besides, I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same, were I in his shoes,” he shrugged.

Kyle slumped in his seat, giving up trying to defend his actions and said, “Ahh, believe what you want. I just thought you were good company to have around.”

Rob gave a low chuckle and looked over at Jaxton with a grin and said, “Very, VERY good company.”

Putting the car in park, Liz turned around and said, “Alright you guys, we made it to our place. Grab the booze, and you guys can squabble later about who has the bigger cock next.”

“Well, that’s obvious who that would be,” Rob said with a stupid grin as he got up off his seat and ducked down before unlocking the door. Outside, the environment was calm and quiet. They were at what looked to be an apartment complex. The place around them was still urban, and the two story complex they were at looked more like a trashy motel than a home. At the same time, it had a bit of a charm to it.

“Nice place,” Jaxton commented, trying to be polite as he got out of the van. “Need me to carry anything inside?”

Kyle gave a chuckle and said, “You can say what you are really thinking.” Kyle hopped out of the van and walked around to open up the two large back doors and began pulling cases out along with Ryan. Rob was busy pushing out cases to the other guys. “The apartment we live in was the second cheapest available. We are still lucky it even stands.” Walking over to Jaxton with a box that clanged with beer bottles, Kyle held it out for the bull to take. “And you can take the booze. Thank you for offering to help. We appreciate it.”

“Least I can do to repay you for letting me hang out with you tonight,” Jaxton smiled. “Chances are it’s not much better or worse than my own place, since trying to pay rent as a single dude is pretty hard.”

“Well, let’s see what you think when we get inside,” Kyle said with a melancholy chuckle. He hated showing his apartment to his guests. He always got defensive, even though he did not mean to. Rob seemed to sense that Kyle was getting a bit down and walked over carrying one of his many drums to his set in his arms, his biceps bulging outwards with power.

“Oh, it’s not as bad as Kyle makes it out to be. It may sometimes make strange noises, but at least it doesn’t have any damage. And we have been refurbishing it, just like the car, so there are some new parts,” the giraffe said with an optimistic smile. Kyle handed the booze over to the bull’s outstretched arms with a sigh of relief before walking over to grab another snare from Rob’s drum set.

“I’m sure it’s perfectly nice,” Jaxton chuckled. “Especially since there’s a lady in the house who probably tries to whip you boys into shape, right?” he grinned, looking over at Liz.

Liz gave a grunt as she pulled out her synthesizer and bass guitar before walking over to the trio. She gave a grin and said, “I keep their asses in line and out of trouble. They are lucky to have me around.”

Kyle fished out his keys and walked in the direction of the door with the number “104” written in gold letters on the center of the door. The rest followed along with him subconsciously. “Yeah. Liz is the glue that holds all of us together,” Kyle replied with a chuckle as he brought the key to the door. He pushed the key into the hole on the rustic golden doorknob and gave it a jerk to the right before opening the door to beckon everyone inside.

Jaxton was last in, since he was carrying the lightest load, and he looked around the apartment with a small smile. “I don’t see what you were so negative about, Kyle! This place is pretty nice, all things considered, especially for a two bedroom place in the city like this.”

The carpeting underneath their feet was a nice white while the walls were a neutral tan. The living room that they were in was small for five people, but managed to give enough room. There was a hallway that led to two doors which Jaxton could only suspect were Rob and Kyle’s rooms. A kitchen was connected to the living room; the carpeting quickly changing to a cheap white tile. The appliances in the kitchen looked old, but were clean and seemed to look like they worked.

“Rob and I kind of live close to one another, and we make it work by splitting the rent. Not terrible, but not idle. Luckily, Ryan and Liz live in the same complex, so if I ever get tired of Rob’s shit, I can just move over there for a bit and crash on their couch,” Kyle joked while sticking his tongue out at the giraffe.

Walking past a small coffee table and a TV that sat on a stand, Rob walked into his room, shaking his head with a chuckle. “Yeah, but you don’t seem too angry at me yet.”

Liz and Ryan squeezed past one another as they sat down their own instruments and said, “I can see your guy’s decor has changed. A lot more posters.” The two looked around, inspecting all the different posters of gigs that they played at hanging along the walls, as well as different bands. One of the posters had a massive star which was written on it in red marker.

Kyle nodded as he walked into his room and there was the sound of rummaging as Kyle looked for a bottle opener. “Yeah. Just wanted to change up the place a little bit. Most of the posters were what Rob snagged from the different gigs.”

“Definitely a musician’s apartment,” Jaxton chuckled. “Not that I can criticize, since my apartment is decorated with sports posters and a few tasteful nude paintings of muscular dudes.”

Kyle gave a small smile and said, “Oh, really? I didn’t see you as much of a ‘tasteful nudes’ kind of guy.” The deer gave a mischievous wink, not wanting to suggest that he was bashing Jaxton for his likes and dislikes, but that he was merely teasing.

The bull just shrugged. “I got them cheap at an auction, and they just happened to be paintings of famous bodybuilders, so they’re inspirational as well as sexy. Some people have the poster of a kitten hanging onto a tree branch that says ‘Hang in there!’ but I’ve got inspirational muscles on the walls as a reminder of what I strive to become physically.”

The whole group laughed, and Kyle said, “I find that interesting. You seem to have a bit of artist blood in you.” Walking over to the box filled with booze, Kyle opened up the lid to show rows and rows of beer bottles. He grabbed one of them, not even bothering to read the label of what kind of beer it was, and opened up the bottle with a bottle opener.

That seemed to signal the rest of the bandmates to dig in, and each grabbed a bottle. Ryan opened his with his teeth while Liz and Rob took a more sophisticated approach by propping them up against the coffee table and banging the lip of the lids against their hand to pop off the caps. The two lifted their bottles away from the table to show off all the assorted scratches on the wood work.

Taking the offered bottle opener from Kyle, Jaxton joined the group after grabbing a beer of his own and opening it.

“To an amazing performance and a big payday!” Ryan grinned, raising his bottle high.

“Here, here!” Kyle said with a grin and began to chug down his beer. The liquid was still cool, and the beer tasted bitter with a hint of something sweet like honey.

“Yeah, to $800 dollars each!” Rob said gleefully as he pulled out the check Tim had written them out of his pocket. “Fuck, it was a great payday!”

“Whoa!” Liz said enthusiastically. “That’s fantastic! I can actually put some of that in savings!”

Kyle gave a whoop. “That’s awesome! Tim must have gotten some pretty big tips! That’s an awesome haul!”

Jaxton wasn’t about to tell them that some of that money was his own, since he’d given the zebra quite a few tips over the course of the night, and with any luck, a different kind of tip entirely quite soon. “Great job, guys!” the bull smiled. “You totally deserve it!”

“It’s an awesome feeling!” Kyle said, almost giddy as he plopped down on the light brown couch which gave a few noisy creaks. “The life of a musician is up and down, but to get this news is great. Like, really great. We finally might have enough to go to a festival.”

Kyle took a long swig from his bottle before giving a relaxed sigh. “You know, make a name of ourselves. Of the Hounds.”

Rob rolled his eyes and said, “Don’t get all sentimental on us, man. We don’t want you getting drunk and then crying again.”

“I dunno,” Jaxton chimed in, “I think it’s pretty cool that you have such high aspirations for your group. After what I heard tonight, I think you guys could actually make quite a name for yourselves, if you set your minds to it.”

“See, there you go!” Kyle said with a smile over in Jaxton’s direction. “We have at least one true fan.” Kyle gave a chuckle, his eyes glimmering in the bull’s direction. “I’m just really glad you came to our performance. In all honesty, I thought you were just saying you would come because you felt guilty.”

The huge bovine shrugged, absentmindedly picking at a button on his open shirt. “At first, it kinda was, but after I thought about it for a moment, I kinda realized that I hadn’t really gotten out and done anything fun in forever, so I decided I’d come out and show my support. I’m glad I decided to come,” he smiled.

Almost in unison, everyone went “awwww” except for Ryan who just kind of crossed his arms and gave a fake gag.

“That’s nice of you,” Kyle said with a soft smile, his stomach already feeling a bit warm due to the beer. “Well, you are always welcome to our shows and backstage if you ever want to help out.”

“Yeah, you can be our roadie!” Liz said with a chuckle before walking over to the couch and plopping down next to Kyle.

Jaxton gave a chuckle at the words. “Tempting, but I know literally nothing about that kind of stuff. I’m better just giving your singer workout advice,” he smirked. “Assuming he doesn’t want to get a better personal trainer once he’s making the big bucks.”

“Well…” Kyle said with a blush as he rubbed the back his head shyly. “I don’t think you are very...replaceable.” Kyle said the second part quietly, looking away from Jaxton and taking another swig from his bottle. He could already feel his thoughts beginning to feel harder to grasp, like attempting to grab onto a wet soap block.

Rob took a long swig from his bottle and put it roughly down on the table. Almost three-fourths of the beer was already gone for the giraffe, and he gave a chuckle. “Now Kyle is the one that’s being all adorable.”

“Momma always said I was unique,” the black bull grinned, downing half of his beer in two gulps. “But let’s be honest, you could get the same kind of workout advice and stuff from any trainer. That you even choose to come to me at all is flattering, since I know it’s not exactly a small price and is a bit of a chunk out of the money you make from performing just to see me for an hour.”

“Yeah, but I feel the results have been worth it,” Kyle said with a grin as he flexed his bicep, the muscle bulging, but not as much as Tim or Jaxton. It was much better than before. “Even when I slack off, I still remember how skinny I was before, and that motivates me to keep going.” Kyle finished the rest of his bottle and walked over to the box to grab another. Most of his bandmates were already working on their second one.

Jaxton was just cradling the remaining half of his beer, much further along in intoxication than any of the others. While he had seven beers at the bar, that was enough to get him thoroughly buzzed, and he knew himself well enough to know that another beer would put him into drunken territory. “I’m glad it’s been worth your money, Kyle. I’ve been trying pretty hard to get those muscles of yours to come out, and perhaps in another year or so, you’ll be able to take on Rob in an arm wrestling match,” he winked teasingly.

“Yeah, tough luck there, pal,” Rob said with a chuckle as he took a swig of his beer. “I could probably beat ya even when you are all muscled up like Jaxton.” Rob gave a smile over at Kyle and noticed the buck was looking at Jaxton with a mixture of awe and prestige. It was obvious how much the bull meant to him personally. There was something more between them than just a personal trainer and his student relationship. Rob could sense that dynamic between them, and it was good for Kyle to have a role model such as Jaxton.

The bull raised an eyebrow. “Woah, woah, woah, are you suggesting you can beat me in an arm wrestling match, giraffe boy? Them’s fightin’ words!” he grinned.

“Well, bring it over here then, and test your mettle against me!” Rob said with a grin as he placed his arm on the coffee table. “I got drummer biceps, and I ain’t afraid to use them against you!”

“Pffft, yeah, yeah, you bang sticks on drums, and I bench weight that’s heavier than you are,” Jaxton taunted, taking up a position on the opposite side of the coffee table, his own bicep bulging as he placed his elbow on the table and prepared for the contest. “Your muscles are impressive and attractive, but they’re nothing compared to the power of my guns!”

Rob clenched the bull’s hand in his and felt the power that was just in Jaxton’s grip alone. He chuckled and said, “Well, let me tell you that my muscles are more than just for mating. I can’t tell you how many times I had to throw someone out for being rowdy. Like literally throw them out. I can so take you!” Rob felt his adrenaline pumping as he took up position, digging his elbow into the wood and giving Jaxton a playful glare.

“You’re all talk, Rob,” Jaxton grinned. “Let’s see if you have what it takes to take on a real man. On three...Three...two...ONE!” the bull called out, his arm muscles instantly flexing as the two musclebound behemoths began their contest, thick cords of muscle in their arms bulging menacingly as both contenders gave it their all.

“Hnnnnng, fuuuu….ARGHHH!” Rob strained as he tried to keep his arm up above the table. The two were neck and neck as they wrestled, sweat beginning to roll down their faces as they fought for control. Kyle was too busy watching both their muscles flex, trying to keep himself from cracking a boner. The alcohol was somewhat clogging his state of mind, however, and he slowly felt his shorts tenting. Ryan watched with awe as the two battled it out while Liz could not help but buckle over in laughter at the assorted noises the two were giving off.

“Holy testosterone,” Kyle commented as he watched with ever growing interest.

Jaxton kept grinning despite the exertion, and after what felt like a full minute of a stalemate, the bull started bending the giraffe’s arm closer to the table, starting to gain the upper hand. “No shame in surrendering, stud. You’re going down!”

“I will not submit….to you! RAHHH...shit…”

With a dull thunk, Rob’s hand hit the table, and the giraffe was a panting and exhausted mess as he looked over at Jaxton with a huff as the bull had the biggest shit-eating grin he had ever seen across his face. “I want a rematch sometime later when my arm doesn’t feel like it’s on fire!”

“You’re on, Rob. Anytime, anywhere, I’ll be happy to school you,” Jaxton chuckled, cracking his knuckles. “Gotta hand it to you though, you actually are crazy strong! As expected of thick arms like those,” he praised the giraffe, reaching over the table and squeezing the other male’s bicep. “Nice and hard!”

Rob didn’t know if it was the alcohol or what, but he reached forward and gripped the bull’s biceps and felt them up as well. “Yours are tough as well! I’d kill for biceps like yours. You are quite the stud.” The giraffe hiccuped and squeezed to feel the muscle yield but not before the bull flexed it cockily with a grin.

“You’ll just have to come join Kyle at the gym!” Jaxton chuckled. “Or you and I could have some one-on-one time, and I can show you how to really pump some iron.” The words were innocent enough, but the slightly hungry look in the bull’s eyes told Rob exactly what he was implying, since it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out the giraffe was as straight as a circle.

“O-oh,” Rob said with a nervous chuckle before putting on his suave grin. “Well, I’m not against...some one-on-one time.” Rob gave a grin, his eyes flashing that same look of hunger while feeling up the bull’s thick muscles. He wondered how his long tongue would feel on them, and he felt his mind dimming a bit due to the alcohol. “And I wouldn’t mind teaching you how to properly play the drums...one-on-one.”

Grinning, Jaxton replied, “I’d love to learn from a master of stick-handling. You’ve definitely SNARED my interest!” he burst out laughing at his terrible pun.

Rob burst out laughing, slapping the bull on the back heartedly and Ryan gave a long groan of annoyance. Both Liz and Kyle chuckled along with the two laughing studs, and Kyle thought of the two more as frat bros. “You guys are tighter than spandex,” Liz said with a chuckle, rolling her eyes at the terrible pun.

“Hey, ain’t no easier way to bond with another dude than some friendly competition!” Jaxton smiled. “Just took one arm wrestle, and Rob and I had our souls bond in a way that only guys can!”

Rob chuckled, wrapping an arm around Jaxton’s shoulders like they had been buddies since they day they were both born and said, “Yeah! Our souls are intertwined now, Liz, and if you can’t deal with that then...have another beer!”

Rob chucked down the last of his beer before running over to the box like a giddy school child and grabbed a brew before throwing another over to Jaxton. Even in his less-than-sober state, Jaxton’s reflexes were still very quick, and he snagged the beer out of the air easily.

“Getting me drunk ain’t gonna save you from...hic...losing in our rematch, Rob,” Jaxton smirked, downing the beer he already had open and popping the cap off the one the giraffe threw to him.

“Like hell it will! At least it will give me an advantage on your ass!” Rob slurred a bit as he took a swig of his beer and gave a chuckle. Ironically, it seemed that Rob was getting just as drunk as Jaxton at the rate he was drinking. “Ryan, you think you could take Jaxton?”

The doberman held up his hands in surrender. “Bro, I couldn’t even take YOU if I tried, so there’s no way in hell I could take Jaxton. You two just keep doing your bromance thing, and I’ll just keep drinking,” he replied with a roll of his eyes before letting out a huge yawn. “Beer always makes me sleepy. Think I’m gonna call it a night after I finish this one.”

Kyle chuckled and said, “I can’t believe the dobie with all the piercings and the tough dog attitude is the one taking the night off after one beer.”

Liz shrugged and said, “Actually, I think I am going back with Ryan as well. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Oh, so I am stuck with the love drunk bros? They are like...two words away from having a total make out session,” Kyle joked as he grabbed his beer and took a long gulp. This was his third, and he was about three-fourths of the way done. He could already feel his head spinning, and thoughts were harder to stop from being said.

“Hey...it’s more like three words,” Rob slurred with a chuckle as he sat down on the table and propped his arm up. “And I’m thinking we should place bets on this arm wrestling thing, because I bet I can kick your ass this time.”

Jaxton smirked. “Fine, if you win, I’ll give you a free training session. If I win, you let me sleep in your bed, rather than on the couch.”

“Oh fuck yeah!” Rob said as he put his arm on the table. Kyle gave a sigh and continued crossing his legs, his libido in full swing. Both Liz and Ryan managed to finish their beer and checked their phones. It was almost midnight.

“Well, guys, I’m beat so I’m goin’,” Ryan said as he got up off the couch. If you need anything, come up to room 205.”

Liz stretched and gave a yawn as well before saying, “Yeah and I’m going to follow his lead. We both have some sleep to catch up on. Fucking neighbors playing grunge.”

Rob looked over his shoulder at the two, his eyes a bit unfocused, and he said, “Alright guys! See ya later.”

Kyle gave a wave to the two and said, “See you tomorrow for the show at Horseshoes. That one will be wild.”

“Seeya, guys! Nice meeting you,” Jaxton waved before going back to focusing on Rob.

Ryan and Liz walked out of the apartment, the door closing and leaving Kyle alone with the two hulking beasts who were staring at each other with barely repressed excitement. Kyle was very curious as to where the night was going to lead.

“Alright, longneck, time to school you again!” the bull grinned, taking up his starting position for their arm wrestling rematch.

“You’re on, beefstick!” the giraffe gloated back cockily as he grasped the bull’s hand, squeezing it firmly. “I’m going to beat you this time!”

Kyle huffed as he placed his elbow on the armrest and took a swig of his beer before saying, “Didn’t you guys have your fun with arm wrestling before? What about a drinking game?”

That got the pair’s attention. “What kind of game would you suggest?” Jaxton asked, slamming Rob’s hand down onto the table while the giraffe was distracted.

“OW! You fucker!” Rob yelled, chuckling as he dived over the table and started to play wrestle with Jaxton. The empty beer bottles flung off the table as the giraffe’s wide and girthy body flopped over the table before Rob pulled himself over to the other side. The giraffe’s drunkenness was distracting him from how childish he seemed.

Kyle rolled his eyes and said, “How about ‘Never Have I Ever?’”

The scuffle on the floor continued for a few seconds before Jaxton had Rob in an awkward headlock, his bicep bulging around the giraffe’s long neck. “I’m game if you guys are,” the bull commented, though not releasing his grip on Rob.

Struggling a bit, Rob used his muscular body to push Jaxton to the floor, the bull’s back hitting the hardwood. Rob then pinned Jaxton’s wrists above the bull’s head and sat on his chest with a grin before looking over his shoulder at Kyle. “I’m totally game. You know how much I love drinking games!”

“As much as I love the scent, get ‘yer crotch out of my face!” Jaxton grunted as he bucked under the giraffe, but he quickly found that Rob’s position had him thoroughly pinned, and he’d had enough alcohol in his system that he really didn’t want to thrash around anymore, lest he risk upchucking. “Just let me go, and let’s play the damn game already….” he grumbled.

Rob chuckled drunkenly and moved off of the bull, his body nearly crashing to the floor before he awkwardly crawled in Kyle’s direction. “Alright, let’s just get this show on the road,” Rob said as he plopped down in front of the deer and cleared his throat. “I’ll start! Never have I ever….braided my fur.”

Jaxton just cocked his head as he sat up. “Nope, never done that one. Hell, the short hair on my head is the longest fur I’ve got, and I can’t braid that, even if I wanted to!” he laughed.

Kyle was the one who took a large swig of his beer with a deep, red blush. “My sister made me braid my fur for a play back when I was little. Said that men did it all the time. She was just playing pretend actually, but it still counts.”

Laughing, Jaxton thought about what he’d say. “Never have I ever worn a pink shirt,” he grinned, looking over at Rob.

“You fuck,” Rob said with a grin before he downed most of his beer in one long gulp. “You’d probably like it if I took it off, huh?” Rob gave a wink over in Jaxton’s direction and looked over at Kyle to see him looking at the two with piqued interest.

“Not denying that in the slightest,” Jaxton grinned back at him. “Hell, I’ve got such a thing for muscles that I could probably just watch you bounce your pecs for hours and still be entertained,” the bull chuckled.

Kyle cleared his throat and looked over at the two to get their attention. Ironically, Rob almost had his shirt all the way off and was staring at Kevin with the top part over his head. “Never have I ever shot a gun.”

Rob looked down at his drink and took another long chug before giving a deep burp. He chuckled and looked over at Jaxton with glossy eyes before removing the rest of his shirt. His body was on full display, his muscles glistening with sweat as he looked over at Kyle with an innocent glimmer in his eyes. “What? It was getting hot in here anyway…”

Jaxton was staring at Rob’s muscular upper body for a long while before he snapped himself out of it and took a drink from his own bottle. “Balls! My shooting skills made me lose this round!”

Rob chuckled and rubbed his chin in thought. “Hmmm….never have I ever got drunk and woke up naked...wait, I did do that.” Rob proceeded to take a drink and then grin over at Jaxton with his eyes glittering.

The bull huffed, taking a drink of his own. “More times than I care to admit,” he grumbled. “Takes a lot to get me drunk, but weird shit likes to happen when I hit that point.”

Kyle chuckled and raised his glass. “Here’s to that. I have also had my fair share of drunk, weird moments.” Kyle’s cheeks were starting to turn red, but not due to embarrassment. He was starting to have to think a little harder for simple sentences.

“Never have I ever...woke up naked with a pillow over my crotch and tied to the bedposts,” the giraffe added before taking another drink from his beer. “Just kidding...that happened to me too.”

“Nope, never happened to me, though totally wanna hear that story sometime, Rob!” the bull laughed. “My turn,” Jaxton smirked. “Hmm...never have I ever...had sex with a female because I was trying to prove I was straight.”

“Well...I’m not straight, but I’m not gay, either,” Rob said with a chuckle. “I have had sex with a woman, just because. Ladies love the tongue.” Rob flicked his long, purple tongue outward for a moment and flicked it in front of him. “Well, so do the guys, but…”

Kyle chuckled and took a swig of his beer. “High school my senior year. Realized I was pretty gay that night.”

“Knew that one would get you, Kyle!” Jaxton grinned before looking at Rob. “Oh, honey, you may fuck ladies from time to time, but from how much flirting we’ve been doing, I’d say you’re pretty deeply on my side of the fence,” he winked teasingly.

Rob gave a chuckle. “I do like when my silly attempts at flirting are reciprocated.” Giving a wink and letting his pecs bounce a bit, the giraffe added, “And you are kinda hot when you get all cocky.”

Kyle gave a groan and joked, “If you guys are going to be all romantic to each other here, at least know that I am right here watching…”

“Who’s to say you can’t get involved in the romantic stuff?” Jaxton chuckled, grinning at the buck. “Or would it be too weird to do that kind of thing with your best friend? Or at least I assume you two are, since you’re living together.”

Rob looked over at Kyle, Kyle back at Rob, and the giraffe shrugged while Kyle kind of blushed a bit. “We are pretty close, and I wouldn’t be against it…”

Kyle did not know if it was the beer talking or what, but Rob basically saying he was open to a three-way surprised him. Kyle didn’t know if it was the beer talking for him when he said, “Well, I can’t say I have not thought about it…”

This time, it was Rob who had a surprised expression across his face. “Oh, really? What happened to being professional when we were together on tour and all that?”

“Well, what happens behind closed doors, I guess…” Kyle said as he took a swig of liquid confidence.

“Oh ho ho! Sounds like we’ve just uncovered some secret attractions!” Jaxton chuckled deeply, taking a sip of his beer just because. “It’s not my turn, but fuck it. Never have I ever wanted to bang my roommate!” he grinned.

Kyle and Rob both looked at each other, awkwardly smiling before Rob raised his bottle up towards Kyle. The deer got the message, clanked his bottle against Rob’s, and the two started to drink. Both of their faces were a crimson red due to the alcohol and hormones now raging through both of their bodies as they both took large gulps of their booze before setting the bottles down.

Kyle and Rob looked at one another intensely, locking eyes for a moment as they both tried to process what just happened. Rob’s naked chest glistened with sweat as he watched over Kyle curiously, his awkward smile turning into a suave grin and Kyle’s own smile turning into a smirk.

“So...I guess it is my turn,” Kyle said with a chuckle as he pondered on what to say, but his brain’s focus was only on Rob’s gaze, which was still watching him closely.

Jaxton snapped his fingers together in Kyle’s direction. “Oy, you gonna think of a question, or you just gonna keep eye-fuckin’ Rob?” he laughed.

Kyle shook his head and looked over at Jaxton with a playful smile, saying, “Like you haven’t been eye-fucking Rob this whole time you were here! You guys were practically feeling each other up after arm wrestling!”

Rob snapped himself out of his trance and looked over at the two with a drunken smile, but there was a hint of something feisty behind his eyes. “I just like to size up the competition is all,” Rob said with a wink in Jaxton’s direction.

“Pff, you don’t know what you’re talking about, Kyle!” the black bovine grinned. “I’ve been eyeing up that giraffe over there and eye-fucking him ever since you guys started playing at the bar! I mean, shit, have you seen his upper body? Bit more work on it, and he might even be a halfway decent contender for dethroning me as the arm wrestling champ!”

Kyle rolled his eyes before looking over at Rob to see him smiling from ear to ear. If there was any way to stroke Rob’s ego, it was to comment on his body. “Hey, you are pretty hot yourself,” Rob said with a bit of a slur. “You’re absolutely ripped! Can’t say I wasn’t checking you out, either!” Rob gave a chuckle before taking a swig from his beer and moving the empty bottle aside.

“Rob…” Kyle said looking over at the giraffe disapprovingly.

The giraffe rolled his eyes and replied, “And you need to stop playing that, ‘I’m so innocent’ tease bullshit. If you think I’m hot, then just tell me…” Rob leaned in close to Kyle, close enough that the deer could smell the alcohol in his breath. For some reason, Kyle found himself getting hard just by the proximity of his roommate.

Jaxton chose to remain silent and just watch how things were about to play out. He was definitely drunk, but he was determined to see where the night went.

“Come on...just tell me I’m hot…” Rob said with a cocksure grin, his muscles flexing as he leaned closer to Kyle.

Kyle took a breath and could smell the sweat and musk of his roommate. It gave an interesting scent, and the deer was at least sober enough to lean back a bit as Rob got a bit close to his face. Kyle’s ears hung a bit low, and he gave a nervous chuckle when the giraffe started leaning in again, wobbling on his forearms.

“Fine, fine! You are hot…” Kyle spilled as he started to almost crabwalk backwards. What fascinated him; however, was that Rob was still following him as he backed away. Kyle stopped whenever he bumped up against Jaxton, the hard, unyielding muscle of the bull’s chest making him stop in his tracks.

“C’mon, bucko! He just wants to give ya a kiss!” Jaxton teased, wrapping his arms around Kyle and holding him with his back against his chest, making it so Kyle couldn’t escape the advancing giraffe. “He’s all yours, stud,” the bull winked.

Kyle shivered when he felt Jaxton’s arms wrap around him and hold him in place. The grip he was in was affectionate and warm, and the buck could not help but sink into it as Rob creeped closer and closer with a stupid grin on his face. The giraffe had his tongue extended outward a bit and was wiggling it around as he moved closer. His crawl uncoordinated, but for some reason that turned the buck on more.

As the giraffe got close enough that Kyle could feel his warm breath on his cheek once again, he looked Rob in his eyes to see them still shimmering with passion. Kyle gulped when he felt the purple tongue probe for entrance on his lips, and in his current state, he opened his mouth a tiny bit. That was enough for Rob who plunged his tongue into Kyle’s now open maw, due to his surprise, and practically made out with the buck. The sloppy kisses on Kyle’s lips were slow and deliberate while the tongue inside of his mouth explored haphazardly. Kyle felt his knees shaking as his hormones began to take control, and the buck started to lose himself in the kiss. It was sloppy and loud, their lips smacking together, but was just as hot as a kiss when sober.

“Attaboy, Rob! Kiss him nice and deep!” Jaxton half-cheered, downing the rest of his beer while keeping Kyle pinned with his remaining arm, sitting the bottle on an end table, then going back to hugging the buck to his chest. “Almost jealous of ya, Kyle! Been wanting to make out with Rob for hours now, and here you are with his tongue down your throat!” he laughed cheerily.

In response, Kyle gave off what was a combination between a moan and a gag as Rob continued to ravage Kyle’s mouth. The drunken kissing lasted for several more seconds, along with Kyle reaching forward and feeling across the giraffe’s body. The two finally broke away from one another, Rob’s tongue slipping out of Kyle’s maw with a wet “schlick” sound and drool running down both their faces. Kyle knew he was not the most attractive at that moment, but he didn’t care.

“Mmm, you have no idea how long I wanted to do that to you, bucky-boy,” Rob said with a chuckle before looking up at Jaxton. Kyle was a hot mess below Rob, their chests rubbing together as they both heaved for air. “And...I think I heard something from you up there, Jaxton…”

“I’ll give you a hint, stud,” Jaxton grinned, reaching forward and yanking Rob’s head closer to his own, the giraffe’s neck extending further until he found his lips pressed against the bull’s own, and this time it was Jaxton’s turn to initiate the deep, passionate kiss. He attacked while Rob was surprised, slipping his tongue into the giraffe’s maw and making out with him like a pro.

Kyle looked upward, his heart beating fast in his chest as he watched the two guys above him make out passionately. He could hear their lips smacking and was surprised that Rob was the one who took Jaxton’s tongue into his mouth. The two were locked together, and it was interesting to see Rob being the one to gag on Jaxton’s long tongue as they made out. Kyle felt Jaxton’s arm pull him possessively close, and he found himself pinned between the two stud’s chests as they wrestled for control. It was obvious that the bull had the most amount of control the whole time as he plunged his tongue deep into the giraffe’s throat.

“URUGH….mmmm…..fuegh,” Rob moaned as he wrapped his arms around Jaxton to try to pull him as close as possible to him. Kyle could feel the giraffe’s erection pushing up against his chest; the shorts that the giraffe wore doing little to hold back his clothed member.

Jaxton’s hands, meanwhile, were far from idle. With Kyle pinned between them, he removed his hands and began exploring the deeply-cut valleys of muscle in the giraffe’s powerful back, his hands soon slipping down into Rob’s shorts to grip his tight rump, squeezing it gently and moaning into the kiss as he enjoyed the sensation of the soft fur on Rob’s rear against his hands. He massaged the two half-globes almost lovingly, like he just wanted to make the giraffe feel good, which he was doing with expert-level mastery, as sometimes he was also paid to massage his clients at the gym.

By the time the kiss broke, minutes later, Jaxton’s eyes were filled with a fiery lust as he panted, looking into Rob’s own eyes and seeing the same lust reflected back at him. “By the time I’m done with you, stud, you’re not even going to be capable of thinking about females ever again,” he grinned, extending a finger and brushing it against Rob’s hole, teasing it lightly.

Rob licked his lips and looked at Jaxton with his ears dipped downward, and he said, “I don’t think I have ever been so turned on in my life.” The giraffe’s tail flicked out of the way of the bull’s finger, and he took one of his free hands to begin fiddling with the button on his shorts.

“Yes, I can vouch!” Kyle seemed to squeak from between them. He was sandwiched in between the two studs and gave a “mmmf” when the giraffe reached down to fiddle with his member which was clothed inside of his shorts. Letting his shorts fall to the floor, Kyle was rewarded with a view of the giraffe’s thick thighs along with a pair of neon orange briefs that hugged Rob’s package snugly.

“Oh, and don’t worry, I’ll make sure you have nothing left in those dainty balls of yours,” Rob said seductively down at the buck. Kyle gasped when the hands on his crotch moved up to his own waistband and began to fiddle with the button on his shorts. He wasn’t even pissed off that his balls were called “dainty.” The fact that Rob was so into him was enough of a turn on for it to pass.

Looking back up at Jaxton, Rob kicked his shorts away to leave him in his orange briefs, and he turned around to see the outline of Jaxton’s fingers circling and playing around with his hole. The giraffe gave a grin and grabbed the bull by his horns to jerk him into another kiss.

The bovine let out a surprised “mmf!” as he was yanked into another kiss, their tongues dancing together once more, though this time, it was Rob’s tongue who had invaded his mouth.

Rob shuddered as he felt Kyle’s wandering hands move around the front part of his briefs and gave a grin at Jaxton’s wide-eyed expression when he shoved his long, purple tongue deep into the bull’s mouth. He could feel the bull’s rough, blunt teeth move across his tongue for a second before lightening up, and Rob chuckled when he heard Jaxton give a small gag as he started to invade the bull’s throat as roughly as Jaxton invaded his.

Meanwhile, Kyle was busy massaging Rob’s member. The giraffe’s maleness gave a quick jump in his briefs, and dark blotches were beginning to appear in the material. Leaning forward and inhaling, Kyle’s ears folded downward at the smell of the musk that radiated from the giraffe’s body. It was spicy, just like his outgoing personality, and the sweat from the night of drumming stuck to the giraffe’s skin. Kyle leaned forward to lick across the cotton material of the underwear, running his tongue along the giraffe’s length.

Rob froze at the sensation, his eyes trying to look downward, which gave Jaxton an opportune moment to take advantage of the hesitation.

Jaxton tongue surged out of his mouth and slid straight down the giraffe’s throat, their lips pressed so tightly together that it was like the bull was trying to merge their heads together. He made deep, pleasured noises as he seemingly was getting off to just the act of making out with him.

Rob moaned as the tongue entered him again and huffed as he felt Jaxton’s fingers continue to tease around his hole. Kyle was busy gripping the giraffe’s nuts through his underwear and licking across the cotton, a pleasured look on his face as he let the giraffe’s member surge in his grip and spill out precum into the pouch.

Rob gave a low groan as his senses were bombarding him. The drunk feeling that he had before was starting to slip away a bit as the feeling of Jaxton pushing his lips against his so fiercely overtook his senses. When the two moved away from one another after another long five minutes of kissing and Kyle groping his lower regions, the two panted and stared at one another longingly.

“Fuck, that’s not fair that I have a horny buck to contend with. I had you wrapped around my finger,” Rob said with a grin before shoving his hips against Kyle to push him back against Jaxton.

“No one’s stopping you from flipping him around and giving you a little less of a handicap. Besides, we both know I’m more of a man and can take that extra stimulation without busting a nut, like you, mister wet spot in your underwear,” Jaxton grinned, reaching down and feeling the wet spot for himself, though in the process feeling just how big Rob actually was. “Damn, looks like I’ve got competition for the biggest cock in the apartment,” he smirked, looking up to meet the giraffe’s eyes.

“Oh, and you will know that it is the biggest cock here by the end of the night,” Rob said with a grin before grabbing Kyle’s shoulders and lifting him up until he was practically staring Rob in the eyes.

“You’ve heard the big guy...time to switch you around for a bit.” Rob turned Kyle around until he was facing Jaxton before lowering him back to the ground. He then gently pushed Kyle’s head into Jaxton’s crotch and was rewarded by a muffled moan as Kyle began to lick across Jaxton’s shorts with a smirk. Rob then began to lightly thrust against the bull’s grip, smearing his pre across his hand.

“I dunno, I might need to see some more evidence of this, stud,” Jaxton grinned. “God, is it getting hot in here, or is it just you?” He chuckled at his terrible joke as he moved his hand away and lifting his shirt up and over his head, tossing it to the floor and revealing his huge, perfectly sculpted pecs and abs, all perfectly visible behind his sleek black fur, and his thick black nipples on his pecs stood out from against that fur. “There, much better!” the hulking bull smirked before reaching down and groping Rob’s cock and balls with one hand and squeezing lightly.

“Mmmmmmf, oh fuck no, it is definitely getting hot in here,” Rob purred as he started to roll his hips against Jaxton’s hand much harder. “Fuck, you are one hot guy, Jaxton.” Grabbing Kyle’s antlers and giving them a gentle tug to get the buck to look over his shoulder, Rob gave a chuckle when he saw Kyle’s glazed over eyes. “Hey, why don’t you get off of Jaxton’s bulge and start worshipping that thick chest of his?”

Kyle’s eyes widened, not having realized that Jaxton’s shirt was off, and he started to feel the tight muscle of Jaxton’s upper body. The buck was spellbound by the curves and dips in the bull’s muscles and reached a hand forward to stroke across Jaxton’s firm pectorals. He gave a shudder when the bull cockily began to bounce them in front of him, making the deer want to stuff his face in between the two mounds of muscle. Kyle resisted the urge and went to lick across the nub of the bull’s thick nipples and started to suck on the left one affectionately, his ears falling low to his head.

“Looks like you got yourself an admirer,” Rob practically growled before continuing to gently push Kyle’s head against Jaxton. “Well, technically, you got two.” Rob gave a smirk as he felt Jaxton squeeze his balls lightly, and the giraffe’s cock throbbed harder in his briefs to spray a nice jet of pre through the pouch.

“Well, I AM your biggest fan, after all,” Jaxton winked. “Oh, and you two can call me Jax, if you want. Think we’re a bit more...intimate...as far as friends go,” he chuckled. “Mmmf, damn, Kyle, you’re really...mmm...going to town on my nipple there, aren’t you? You do realize milk doesn’t come out of there, right?” the bull laughed loudly.

Kyle pulled away from the bull’s left nipple with a slick pop and chuckled. “They are so firm and thick, just like the rest of you.” The buck practically purred as he nuzzled in between the bull’s pecs before working his way over to Jaxton’s right nipple. His warm breath made Jaxton’s right pec jump. Licking across the bull’s right nipple, the buck gave a chuckle, his tail flicking, and said, “You also make the most adorable sounds when I nibble on-HEY!”

There was the sound of a button being undone, and Kyle found his body being pulled in the giraffe’s direction, but only for a moment. Next thing he knew, he was straddling Jaxton in only his dark black briefs which clung to his lean yet muscular build quite well.

“Mmm, undressing the venison, eh, Rob?” Jaxton half-purred as he admired Kyle’s nearly naked form. “Looks like my lessons have been doing your body some good!”

Kyle gave a small blush and then a sigh when he felt hands start to move across his body. He closed his eyes and arched his back, feeling the giraffe’s muscular chest rub against his back. With his eyes closed, he had no idea who the hands belonged to, but he didn’t care. He just liked to be pampered. “They’ve been doing my body a lot of good, Jax.”

“Well, good! Because it gives Rob and I some nice muscles to look at and worship!” Jaxton grinned, slipping one hand out of Rob’s underwear and sliding it into Kyle’s underwear, groping the buck’s rump. While both giraffe and deer were distracted by groping hands, the bull pressed his index finger on each hand against the other males’ tight holes, sliding them in ever so slowly.

Kyle took the finger with a bit of grimacing, his body wiggling around as Jaxton pushed further and further inside of him. It was obvious there was a bit discomfort until Jaxton hit a very special spot inside of him, and Kyle squirted a large jet of pre into his underwear before letting out an embarrassingly soft bleet.

Rob took Jaxton’s finger with a bit more grace, merely letting out a small moan and pushing hard back against the bull’s hand. He gave a stupid grin and pushed his body up against the buck to smash Kyle’s body against Jaxton’s. He leaned over Kyle’s right shoulder and said, “I was beginning to wonder when you would...mmmf...start probing. Been rubbing around that area for a while. Shame you haven’t even taken those shorts off so I can tease the fuck out of you.”

“My hands are a little full, if you haven’t noticed, but you can feel free to strip me out of them, stud,” Jaxton winked playfully. “Make that long neck of yours good for something and take them off with your teeth.”

“Oh, with pleasure, Jax,” Rob said with a chuckle as he craned his neck downward and in between Kyle’s legs. Although the deer was straddling the bull, Jaxton stuffed his finger inside Kyle to make the deer bleat pitifully, his cock jumping in his underwear and ears falling down as well as making Kyle jump up to stand over Jaxton rather than sit on top of him. Rob gave a chuckle, patting Kyle’s rump and watching the outline of the bull’s thick digits disappear and reappear as the bull played with his roommate’s hole.

Rob could feel the same treatment on his backdoor, the bull beginning to see-saw his fingers in and out as his teeth locked on the waistband of Jaxton’s shorts. They were gym shorts, and the material hugged the bull’s body tightly. Rob was surprised at the flash of red as he started to take his lover’s shorts off with his teeth.

Kyle glanced down and wrapped his arms around Jaxton’s chest as another finger was added to the index finger and noticed the thick waistband of a jockstrap. When the giraffe had the shorts all the way off, they were greeted with the bull’s beautifully hard and built body in a red jockstrap that hugged his waist and accentuated his maleness housed inside of the pouch.

“Wh-OA!” Rob yelled out as he felt Jaxton add his middle finger to probe his hole. He shivered when the member inside of his briefs throbbed to spray his pouch with another jet of giraffe seed. If Jaxton kept it up, he could probably get him to cream his underwear already. Poor Kyle was also having the same issue, squirming and trembling due to the bull’s manstrations.

Jaxton grinned, knowing he had both of them wrapped around his finger...figuratively and literally. “Like what you see, you two?” he smirked, sliding his fingers out of them and going back to groping their asses. “Who wants to bury their face in there?”

Wrapping his arm around Kyle and beginning to straddle Jaxton as well, Rob said with a bit of a coy smile and extended his tongue outward for a moment to lick across the bull’s face. “Bury our face in where, you big ol’ stud?”

Kyle was still spellbound with Jaxton’s body, his hands moving across the bull’s chest, abs, and now groping his crotch to feel the weight in the muscle and in his maleness. Kyle figured the bull could basically fuck an entire village and still not be sated with how virile he felt from just rubbing and massaging the cotton and polyester blended pouch for the jockstrap.

“I mean bury your muzzle in my jock and smell what a real man smells like, stringbean,” Jaxton laughed. “And, of course, whenever one of you gets curious and strips me out of it, well, you might as well just start worshipping that part of me too,” he added with a seductive wink.

Kyle heard his cue and began to knead and grope the pouch of Jaxton’s jockstrap before moving the pouch out of the way. What popped out was the biggest cock Kyle had ever seen, and he had to move away to prevent it from slapping up against his face. Kyle gripped the base to feel it was as thick as his forearm when he flexed, and it was around sixteen inches long from its base to its cut tip. Kyle nearly drooled as he stroked the long member and shivered as he wiggled his rump, imagining that Jaxton’s fingers only moments ago were as thick as his cock.

Rob was too busy making out with Jaxton again to notice Kyle pleasing the bull until Jaxton slipped his tongue out of his muzzle and gestured for Rob to take a look. The giraffe swore when he leaned down and admired the spire of flesh.

“Holy shit, Jax,” Rob said with a chuckle as he wrapped his own hand just below Kyle’s and started to pump his hand up and down along with Kyle. The deer was already lost in his own lusts, diving underneath the jock and spread the bull’s legs ever so slightly and began to bathe Jaxton’s nuts with his tongue.

The huge bovine let out a soft moan as Kyle licked his balls lovingly, but that didn’t stop him from grinning at Rob’s reaction. “Damn right, holy shit. Bet it’s bigger than yours too, isn’t it?’ he smirked.

Rob did not even realize he was almost sitting on Kyle as he moved to push his clothed member up against Jaxton’s, a cocky grin across his face. “Want to test that out with a little bet?” Wiggling his hips, Rob groaned when he felt Jaxton begin to circle his hole again like a shark stalking its prey.

“What are the stakes, big guy?” the bull asked, looking curious.

“If I’m bigger, I get to rim that hot ass of yours. If you are bigger, well...then I guess you can do whatever you want to me,” Rob said with a grin, and he felt Kyle grab the waistband of his underwear and begin to pull it down, unveiling his plump rump. His right cheek had a bull hand gripping it possessively.

“You’re on, Rob!” Jaxton replied competitively. “Kyle, if you’d be so kind as to reveal some giraffe cock for me?”

Kyle chuckled, moving out from underneath the two with a hazy look on his face and gripped the front of the giraffe’s waistband with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Kyle began to pull down the giraffe’s underwear, a grin on his face as Rob’s erect member flopped out and dotted his chest with a healthy amount of pre. Rob smiled devilishly down at Jaxton as he rolled his hips to push his achingly hard member up against Jaxton’s. The giraffe’s member was about sixteen inches like Jaxton and below his cock sat two very large orbs which were just as round and full as the bull’s.

“It looks like you two are close,” Kyle said with a grin as he leaned in close to inspect the two throbbing lengths belonging to the two studs. “We may need some measuring tape.”

“No time for that, just tell us who’s bigger, Kyle,” Jaxton grinned, lightly thrusting his hips upward and rubbing his cock against Rob’s own. “Knew you’d be a big guy, but looks like we’re neck and neck, longneck!”

Kyle put his hand on his chin as if thinking hard about his judgement. He placed his right hand around each of their lengths, pushing them together and making Rob hiss a bit in pleasure. “Ohhhh, your hands are cold!” Rob complained, but not without thrusting into the buck’s grip idly.

Kyle gave a long hum as if contemplating on the existence of the universe. The giraffe stomped his hoof with impatience and said, “So….who's bigger?”

“I think you are, Rob, but only by like a quarter of an inch.”

“What!? Bullshit! Check again!” Jaxton protested. “I can see damn well from here that I’m at least half an inch longer than that toothpick of a cock he’s got!” the inebriated bull slurred indignantly.

“Mmmm, my judgement is law,” Kyle said as he looked at the two cocks again and grabbed both of their asses to make them tense. Even when both of them seemed to have pushed up against one another, the giraffe was larger than Jaxton. Although the bull beat him in girth, the giraffe was the longest by a very subtle distance.

“Ha ha! Looks like you are beefy everywhere except your cock!” Rob said before sticking out his long purple tongue and wiggling it around.

“Pfft, yeah, alright. You’re longer, but I’m still thicker. Any gay man knows girth is better than length anyway,” Jaxton huffed, clearly a bit of a sore loser in their cock contest. “Whatever. Either way, I still win, since that long tongue of yours is going in my ass,” he added, a ghost of a grin on his lips despite his butthurt nature.

Rob stuck his tongue back in his muzzle and lifted up his index finger, moving it in a circular motion. “Then turn around and bend that ass over. I got a five course meal to dine on.” The giraffe chuckled and moved away from Jaxton only to have Kyle begin to lick his balls. Rob gave a smirk and grabbed Kyle by the antlers to gently pull him away. “You can have your fill when I am tongue deep in bull.”

Kyle blushed at his enthusiasm and simply nodded, saying, “Alright, but I call getting to worship one of you two by the time this night is over.”

Jaxton laughed as he turned around on the couch and presented his ass to the giraffe, the black pucker winking at him as his tail swished back and forth. “Bucko, pretty sure, given the amount of testosterone rampaging through this living room, you’re ending up speared on one, or both, of our dicks by the time this night is over. Worshipping us is mandatory, regardless of who you end up on!” he winked, looking over his shoulder at Kyle.

Kyle was almost hypnotized by the way the bull’s hole winked at him, and he moved forward to place his hands on Jaxton’s hips. He could feel the muscle tense as his soft hands brushed against his fur before relaxing, and Kyle leaned forward slightly to blow a warm breath across Jaxton’s taint and balls. He found himself transfixed by Jaxton and was about to lean in for a lick when Rob grabbed his antlers and pulled him back again. It was not a hard pull, but enough to get the buck to snap out of his trance.

“Hey, I won the bet fair and square! You can lick our balls or something,” Rob grinned teasingly as he wiggled his ass. “Or you can dine on me, but I get first crack at the bull!”

Kyle huffed as he watched Rob roll his tongue out, the purple appendage beginning to lick around the bull’s taint and balls. The giraffe bathed Jaxton in saliva, kissing around Jaxton’s hole before beginning to wiggle the tip of his tongue millimeters inside Jaxton before pulling away. Rob licked his lips with each pass, tasting the musk and sweat that Jaxton naturally had on his body. Rob jumped when he felt hands on his own ass and spread his cheeks unceremoniously.

“Mmmf, damn, stud…” Jaxton half-purred, looking over his shoulder as he watched Rob work on his hole, smirking slightly as he watched Kyle get in position to do the exact same to the giraffe. “Seems we’ve got quite the rimming train going on here,” he chuckled, wiggling his rump against Rob’s face as he felt that tongue swipe over his hole.

Kyle smirked as Rob shivered when he started to swirl his tongue around the giraffe before kissing his hole. Rob had an earthy musk that made his tastebuds pop, and the deer found himself diving in to kiss and lick sloppily against Rob’s hole. The sound of his chops moving along with the slimy squelching of Rob’s tongue slowly disappearing and beginning to spread Jaxton’s entrance wider made Kyle’s cock throb painfully hard underneath him. He lifted his tail instinctively as if imagining another male behind him, setting up position to eat him out.

Rob moaned around Jaxton’s rump and arched his back as Kyle started to poke and prod against his entrance. Rob gave Jaxton’s entrance a kiss before backing off for a moment, the slurping and squelching of Kyle’s ministrations making his ears fall down to his head. “Oh shit….fuck, keep working that hole, buck!” Rob swore as he placed his head up against Jaxton’s rump. “Give me a moment, Jax. Kyle is just….oooooooh!”

Sticking his tongue inside Rob, Kyle began to pivot his tongue slowly in and out of the giraffe’s hole. The buck felt Rob’s walls squeeze around his tongue, and the deer merely wiggled his tongue around and stuck it deeper into the giraffe.

“Heh, you’re making it sound like I drew the short straw in having you rim me instead of Kyle, stud,” Jaxton teased Rob. “C’mon, let’s see what you can really do with that tongue of yours, Rob! Can’t just let Kyle outshine you, can ya?” he asked, trying to egg the giraffe on.

“Oh, fuck you!” Rob said as he stuck out his tongue and pushed it right up into Jaxton, spreading the bull quickly with a dull “schluck” sound. The giraffe pushed up against Jaxton’s rump, his chin bumping up against the bull’s full balls. Rob gave a chuckle when he felt Jaxton tremble, the bull’s massive frame wobbling ever-so-slightly.

Rob was having a tough time due to Kyle probing his insides, and he nearly lost his load when he felt Kyle’s tongue push up against his prostate. There was a white hot electric burst of energy that seemed to flow through the giraffe’s whole body, and Rob moaned around Jaxton’s rump. The vibrations carried up the bull’s spine, adding an extra sensation.

The huge bovine shivered as Rob’s moan set off a series of jolts throughout his body, as if the giraffe’s tongue had hooked into his spine and had control over the pleasure centers of his brain. “UUnnnngngh…” Jaxton moaned, having to lean his head down and rest his forehead against the arm of the couch. “S-shit, dude...I can see why...ahhh...you’re so popular in bed!” he managed to utter between moans. “It’s like you’re...mmf...licking my damn prostate! So...nnng...good…”

Rob was not listening, since he was too enamored with the bull’s moans and swearing that he was getting turned on just by pleasuring the bull. With Kyle pleasuring him from behind and Jaxton’s flavor on his tongue, he was riding on cloud nine as he lost himself in the pleasure of it all. The slurping and squelching from behind as well as in front of him was driving him crazy. Every time Kyle pushed against his prostate, his cock jumped in between his legs and dripped pre onto the couch. He did not know how much longer he could last with the buck eating him out so viciously. When Kyle spread his hole to push himself in further, he nearly lost his load and whimpered in between Jaxton’s cheeks in a not-so-manly fashion.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Rob’s tongue was proving too amazing for the bull, and Jaxton reached behind himself to gently push the giraffe’s head away from his hole, the long tongue sliding out and nearly making the bovine cum as he did so. “H-heh, too much more of that, and I was about to make a mess all over your couch!” the black bovine chuckled, his chest heaving as he tried to ease himself away from the point of climax. He adjusted his jockstrap pouch a little to stop it from constricting his balls so much, the pouch simple pushed out of the way, before spinning himself around and facing Rob, laying underneath the giraffe and looking up at him. “So, main event time,” he smirked. “Who’s taking a cock in their ass first?”

Rob let his tongue dangle from his mouth and arched his back, allowing Kyle to continue eating him out for a moment. “I want to move, but at the same time, I want the buck to continue,” Rob said with a smirk before placing his head in his arms and lifting his trail. “Fuuuuck, he is sooooo good. Wish we did this earlier. It just took a little bit of alcohol.” Rob could feel Jaxton move underneath him, his sixteen inch cock rubbing up against the crack of his ass and snapping Kyle enough out of his trance to pull his tongue confusingly out of Rob, popping out of his hole with a slick pop.

“Noooooooooooo!” Rob said with a slurr. “Nooooooo, continue….” Rob wiggled his ass in front of Kyle, and the buck simply chuckled and wiped his mouth, letting Rob stay on the boil.

“I think we know who wants to get fucked first,” Kyle said simply as he gave Rob’s ass a firm slap.

Jaxton snorted with laughter. “Sure sounds like it! It may not be quite as flexible as Kyle’s tongue, but I’ve got sixteen inches of bull cock that’s already poking at your backdoor to replace his tongue being inside you,” he winked. “All you gotta do is lean back and let it press into you.”

“Hmm, that sounds...promising,” Rob said as he started to follow Jaxton’s instructions. When he felt the huge, girthy cock pushing up against him, he jumped a bit before feeling Kyle’s hand brush across his pecs encouragingly.

“Come on...I’ve seen you take stiffer things from Liz,” Kyle joked with a smirk. “I think you can take that.”

Giving a wink at Kyle, Rob said, “Thanks for the encouragement. Liz did try to stick our old microphone up my ass once. Or was it a dildoHHHHH!”

Rob felt Jaxton roll his hips, slipping the tip of his erect member into his rump with a slick pop. Luckily, Kyle’s saliva helped make the penetration a less strenuous process. With a slick pop that sounded like when Kyle pulled his tongue out, Jaxton’s member started to slip deeper inside of him.

“Mmmmf, for someone who’s had a toy of some kind up here before, you’re pretty damn tight, stud,” Jaxton smirked, loving the sensation of that tight giraffe hole squeezing and flexing around his cock as it slid deeper into him. “Kyle, if you’d like, while Rob’s bouncing in my lap in a few moments here, how about you service my balls, hm? Perhaps give Rob a handy while you do so, if you can reach that far.”

“I was just about to ask you about that,” Kyle said with a grin as he moved around the giraffe and kneeled down in front of the couch. He reached forward and began to jerk the giraffe off, feeling the shaft throb in his grip before going stiff. He then leaned forward to start sucking and licking on Jaxton’s balls. He let the orbs settle on his muzzle for a moment, feeling their weight before starting to nibble on them gently. He could smell the musk radiating off of them and gave a pleased rumble.

“Ohhhh god...I may be bigger, but holy hell you fill up every space just fine!” Rob said with a long sigh as he slid down Jaxton’s shaft. “I think...ohhhh….UMMF! Will you give me a chance to continue before rolling your hips like that!” Rob said with a slur before leaning forward and kissing Jaxton on the lips.

The bull grinned, kissing the giraffe back passionately before cupping the other male’s chin and holding him an inch away from his lips. “But it’s so much more fun to tease you by making you moan while you try to talk,” Jaxton winked, extending his tongue and licking across Rob’s lips. “Besides, you’ve only got half of me in you, so figured I’d just help you along a little.”

Kyle grabbed one of the straps on Jaxton’s jock and pulled it back before letting it go to have a crack ring out in the room. Kyle pulled away and said, “Yeah, and you have got a while to go. You aren’t even to the thick base yet!”

“Oh, fuck me…” Rob said, his cheeks turning rosy due to his foul language and the way the bull’s shaft pushed against his prostate. The giraffe sunk down further along Jaxton’s shaft, the massive girth pushing saliva out of his rump with a squelching sound. Kyle gave a chuckle underneath the pair, going back to bathing Jaxton’s balls in saliva and giving them light kisses while continuing to jack the giraffe off casually. Rob could feel his climax rising already, even though the bull was barely moving his hips. He did not think bottoming after about one year of no sexual contact with guys would be as enjoyable as it was right now.

“That’s the plan, handsome,” Jaxton smirked, gripping the giraffe’s hips and pulling him down further on his cock until, finally, their hips met, and the bull’s thick cock was buried fully inside his long-necked lover. “MMmmmm, goddamn that feels amazing. Easily one of the tightest asses I’ve been in in forever!” the bovine half-moaned. “Can’t wait to feel you riding it, if it already feels this good with you just sitting there on it!”

“I think I might cum if you just move…” Rob said with a slur as began to grind down against Jaxton’s hips to feel the bull’s massive balls resting against his rump. Kyle was not paying attention to anything that was happening above besides the sound of the giraffe moving his hips slightly and the light squelching due to the giraffe’s sloppy, spit-lubed hole. Kyle was slightly jealous that he wasn’t the one riding Jaxton, but perhaps he could get a crack at the bull’s ass after all this was over. His cock strained up at attention, the 9 inches poking up against Jaxton’s ass whenever he leaned up and stuck his knee on the couch to tease Rob.

Rob felt the hand that was on his cock move up to his chest, sliding over the raw muscle with admiration. The giraffe flexed involuntarily, bouncing his pectorals whenever Kyle’s hand glided over them.

Jaxton chuckled from across the couch. “I can feel you poking at my backdoor, Kyle,” he said with a heated purr to his voice. “You want inside me while I fuck Rob?” the bull asked seductively, raising his rump up off the couch and lifting Rob up along with it. “Slide on in, and let us do the work.”

Kyle nearly blew a vessel in his brain as what felt like his whole entire being rushed straight into his length. He wanted to ask if Jaxton was bluffing, but the look on the bull’s face told him that Jaxton wanted him desperately. Rob looked over his shoulder at Kyle, grinning at his spellbound expression as Kyle moved underneath Jaxton and felt the warmth of the bull’s fur kiss his body lightly. Kyle let his right foot fall on the floor and his right leg dangle from the sofa. Kyle felt his cock rub against the red straps around Jaxton’s well-toned rump, and the buck had to keep himself from cumming just from the contact of his member against Jaxton’s buttcheeks.

“Kyle, you look like you're going to...fuuwhhaa…” Rob began until Jaxton thrusted into him, his hips slapping against the giraffe’s own muscular rump. Rob shuddered as he felt another electric shock pass through his system and his member drip pre-cum down onto Jaxton’s chest.

“That’s why it’s so cute to see him looking all flustered!” Jaxton smirked. “Poor thing’s so excited to get inside me, he probably won’t last a full minute,” he joked.

“I-I will too!” Kyle said with a determined look on his face as he slid underneath Jaxton. He grabbed the base of his cock and lined it up with the bull’s spit-lubed hole and rubbed the head around it teasingly. He watched Jaxton flick his tail away, and Kyle found himself fascinated by the way the bull’s hole wanted to pull the head of his member inside whenever he pressed up against the muscle.

The hulking brute of a bull rolled his eyes. “Oh, for the love of God, just fuck me already, would you?” Jaxton groaned. “Already feel like I’m close to popping, and I can tell from all the precum on my chest that Rob here ain’t far from cumming either, so get a move on!” He grit his teeth and suppressed a moan as the giraffe bounced in his lap, his ass sucking down that huge cock and releasing it with each bounce.

Kyle chuckled and slipped his tip inside Jaxton’s hole with a pop, his erection throbbing at the fact that such a big, hunky bull was practically begging for him to slip inside. Kyle grabbed onto Jaxton’s hips and felt them flex as the bull thrusted upward into Rob who moaned out openly before coming down right onto Kyle’s cock and taking him to the hilt in one swoop.

Kyle’s eyes went wide as Jaxton’s walls squeezed around the most sensitive part of his body, and he swore he saw white. His maleness pushed Rob’s saliva out of Jaxton’s tight hole, and the deer found himself biting his lower lip as Jaxton rose back up on Kyle’s cock to slam back into Rob who was gripping Jaxton’s pecs and whimpering like a bitch in heat. Kyle had rarely topped the males he bedded, and to see such a big bull riding him openly was making him dizzy with lust. Even when Jaxton was bouncing in his lap and taking him straight to the hilt, he still felt the bull was somewhat in control as he snorted and fucked his roommate in long, deep, and hard thrusts.

Jaxton was moaning heavily now as he was both fucking and being fucked simultaneously in what had turned out to be the single hottest sexual experience of his life. “Mmmf, might not...ahhh...be as big as Rob, but...nnng...feels good with you in me, Kyle. Never...ah...done this before. So...mmmf...intense!” he grunted and moaned as he slammed into Rob’s prostate over and over while he more or less slammed himself down on the deer’s hips, the buck’s cock slamming up against the bull’s own gland, sending blinding pleasure rocketing through his body.

Kyle’s balls slapped audibly against Jaxton’s while Jaxton’s own slapped against the giraffe as they each pleasured themselves in turn. Kyle spread his legs, focusing on the pleasure that was coursing through him in each thrust, and he looked up to see Rob bouncing faster and faster on top of Jaxton. Rob had a look of pure concentration on his face, his teeth gritting as sweat dripped down his fur and onto the bull and deer below. Rob’s cock slapped against Jaxton’s chest as the bull’s hips slammed into his rump and made it jiggle openly. “Jax, I am really close. I think I might nut hands-free! This feels so...mmmf….ohhhh...so amazing! Keep fucking me!”

Kyle’s ears flicked up at the sound of how desperate and submissive his roommate sounded. Rob was so dominant while he was on stage, and when he made decisions outside of the band, and now he sounded like he was begging Jaxton to keep pleasuring him and dominate him even more.

The bull grinned. “That so, Rob? Well, guess I’m just gonna have to do THIS!” he grunted, slamming upward into the giraffe with all his strength before pulling his hips down flush against his lap, hammering right against the other male’s sweet spot and keeping his cock pinned exactly up against Rob’s prostate while also inadvertently making the same thing happen to himself with Kyle’s cock.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Rob shouted out as his cock throbbed with each electric shock that shot through his very being. His cock jumped violently before Rob gave a loud groan and started to dump his load onto Jaxton’s chest. Kyle watched from below as jet after jet of giraffe cum spewed out of Rob’s member and onto Jaxton’s coal black abs, chest, and some even on his neck and face. Rob found himself grinding down against Jaxton, the bulls unyielding hips keeping him upward and climaxing. The giraffe was a panting, cringing mess as he reached over to grab the top of the couch, and he rode out his orgasm as it poured over his body like liquid fire.

Kyle’s own balls began to pull close to his body and he found himself thrusting into Jaxton’s rump. The bull’s framed rump jiggled as Kyle began to slam his hips upward over and over into Jaxton and grind against the sweaty bull’s backside. Kyle panted as he watched the giraffe grind down on Jaxton’s maleness.

The combination of Kyle thrusting into him and the squeezing, undulating giraffe rump massaging his cock was enough to send Jaxton over the edge, the huge bull bellowing in pleasure as his fingernails dug into Rob’s hips, and his cock erupted inside of the giraffe, unleashing a literal torrent of cum inside of him and painting every last crevice of his insides white with his warm, virile bovine seed. The thick cock kept spasming, pumping seemingly every last drop inside the bull’s hefty balls up inside of Rob’s ass before Jaxton slumped back against the couch, his own ass clenching around Kyle’s cock as the deer thrust into him.

The feel of the bull slumping down on top of his body was too much, and Kyle moaned out as he thrusted deep into the bull and let loose his pent up load. Kyle’s member throbbed inside of Jaxton multiple times until with a long groan, Kyle erupted inside Jaxton. His climax exploded outward from his body and shot straight into Jaxton’s insides, giving the bull’s guts a fresh coat of the buck’s seed. Kyle moaned and slumped back on the couch, a panting and heaving mess as his body began to wind down from his high. Rob gripped Jaxton’s shoulders firmly, still climaxing as bright white seed leaked down the head of his cock and onto the bull’s abs. Rob’s body shook and shivered as Jaxton’s member milked every last drop from him, and his balls churned out as much as possible as he grinded down against the bull’s still erect shaft.

“H-holy shit,” Jaxton panted, wrapping his arms around Rob and pulling him down on top of him, bringing their chests together as he planted a passionate kiss on the giraffe’s lips, smearing Rob’s own cum between their chests as they started to make out for a while until the bull broke the kiss, grinning up at him. “Damn, I need to hang out with you two more often,” the bull grinned, licking Rob’s lips almost lovingly. “How ya doing down there, Kyle?”

“I feel like my balls will never be the same,” Kyle said with a chuckle and a pant. “I need to lay here for a while and….ooooof! Oh god, don’t thrust down like that again! I’m still a little sensitive!”

Rob chuckled and wiped his lips, laying affectionately on Jaxton’s right pectoral and rumbling with a pleased expression across his face. “I will never lay with another girl again as long as you come over after every band gig,” Rob said almost adorably as he cuddled up against Jaxton. “Fuck me, that was so hot, and my dick is literally still jumping. Are you still hard inside of me?”

Jaxton flexed his abs, making his throbbing, erect manhood jump slightly inside of Rob enough for the giraffe to feel it and moan. “That answer your question, stud?” he chuckled. “Well, if it means keeping you away from females and keep you all to ourselves, I think that could perhaps be arranged, assuming Kyle doesn’t have a problem with seeing more of me than just once a week training sessions,” he smiled, craning his neck to look at the exhausted buck. “What do you say, Kyle? Think you have it in you?”

Kyle nodded and gave a thumbs up from his position. Sweat was pouring down from his body, and he said, “I never thought….wow….I never thought that I would bang both you and my roommate at the same time, but I’m totally cool with that. I am incredibly jealous that the giraffe was the one getting your cock first, however.” Kyle gave a chuckle and shifted his weight to feel Jaxton’s muscles still squeezing around his member.

Rob adjusted his own weight on Jaxton and gave a grin down at Kyle, saying, “It is like a tidal wave inside of me. If I get off of Jaxton, you may get covered in his load. He is basically plugging it all up in me right now.” Rob leaned down and started to kiss Jaxton passionately, his tongue wrestling with the bull’s before he pulled away. “God, I will never get tired of kissing you.”

“Who’s to say you ever have to stop?” Jaxton grinned. “As for you, Kyle, you got to kiss him first, so it’s only fair. Besides, you were the first to have their cock in my ass, so surely that counts for something,” he chuckled. “And I’d heed Rob’s warning. This couch is going to get destroyed if I pull out of him, though judging by how full I’m feeling, I’m gonna assume you filled me up pretty good down there, buck!”

Kyle blushed and gave a devilish smile. “I haven’t had personal time for a while, so you got about a three day load...which is like your one day load.” Thrusting his hips a bit, Kyle could feel his load leaking out between his cock and rolling onto his hips to splatter his fur. “I am going to smell like you for a couple of days,” Kyle joked as he began to fiddle with the right strap of Jaxton’s jock. Kyle had to admit, the bull looked extraordinarily hot in red, and especially in underwear where his ass showed. Rob was back to making out with Jaxton, their tongues writhing together as they kissed heatedly.

After a few straight minutes of passionate making out, the two finally came up for air. “Pretty sure we’re all going to be smelling like each other for days,” Jaxton laughed, sliding his hands down Rob’s back and gripping his ass. “So, that could be interesting, since your buddy, Ryan, is a canine who’s totally going to smell that you two had a threeway with me, so enjoy explaining that one to him, assuming you don’t have any shampoos that can neutralize this scent beyond a shadow of a doubt,” he grinned devilishly.

Rob shrugged and said, “Ryan has been speculating that bucko and I have been doing things together anyway. He might be more curious why your scent is mixed in with ours.” Rob gave a devilish grin and began to grind down against Jaxton’s hips with a soft exhale. “And now that I am sobering up, sober me and drunk me just doesn’t give that much of a shit anyway. You are a fucking hot number, Jaxton, and I do like playing with your...drumstick.”

“Oh my god, Rob…” Kyle said with a chuckle and put his hand on his forehead. “Music puns already? You just met Jax, fucked him, and then you lay down the music puns? You should have waited until later. I don’t know if our newest bandmate can handle them.”

Jaxton laughed and then groaned dramatically. “Ugh, I’m not nearly drunk enough anymore to be able to tolerate that level of pun! Gonna probably be pretty hungover in the morning, but I’d say this was all worth it, wouldn’t you agree? Got you two to lower your inhibitions, and now we’ve got this pretty hot arrangement going on,” he smiled.

Kyle and Rob both laughed, and Rob hugged Jaxton and smothered his face into his pecs while Kyle affectionately and somewhat awkwardly wrapped his arms around the bull’s leg. “Hell yeah!” Rob whooped with a smirk, but not before his eyes widened when he remembered a specific detail about earlier. “Now, I did see you talkin’ to Tim about something earlier. You two a uh...item?” Rob’s eyes glittered with a mischievous intention, and he stuck out his tongue once again.

Now it was the bull’s turn for his eyes to widen. “Oh, shit! I totally forgot about Tim!” he blushed. “Ah crap, don’t know what I’m gonna do there. I was hitting on him while you guys were packing up, before I thought I had any kind of a shot with you two, and I gave him my number,” Jaxton groaned, sliding his hand down his muzzle, in minor frustration. “I guess the big question is what you two think about...well, all of this,” he gestured to their current position, buck inside bull inside giraffe. “Like, is this just a fun things we do as friends, or is there something here?”

Rob thought barely two seconds on the subject and said, “Well, I am okay with just fucking.” The giraffe gave a small grin at his crude words. “I mean, if you want there to be something, then I am totally cool with it, but this was stupidly hot, and I would like a bit more.”

Kyle was the one who thought a bit hard on the subject of a relationship with Jaxton. Even in his not-so-romantic position with Jaxton riding his cock and him covered in fluids, he was perfectly fine with pursuing a relationship with Jaxton. That was what he wanted in the first place, but he never imagined Rob joining in as well.

“Uhh...well, I am up for a date, or something….if you are into it, that is,” Kyle said with a nervous smile. “But I am okay with it being open. I understand that Rob wants you, and the zebra could be an interesting catch.”

Jaxton made a thoughtful noise before replying. “Well, might be the alcohol talking, but I think I could really get behind a polyamorous relationship with you two. Of course, we’ll go on some dates, have a ton of incredibly hot sex, and if we’re all in agreement after, say, two months or so, we’ll become a true couple. How’s that sound? Oh, and of course, we can invite others to bed, like Tim, if the rest are in agreement. Hrm...wonder if Tim would be interested in being a fourth...Eh, we’ll cross that bridge later,” the bull chuckled. “All I know is I’ve never had more fun with two guys before, and I’d like to stick around, if you’ll have me.”

Rob, like always, was the first to speak up. “Fuck yes! Totally down for a poly-whatever relationship, if it means having my favorite bucky-boy vocalist and a personal trainer jock to pick from.”

Kyle nodded and said in a lot subtler of a tone, “Yeah, I would like that a lot.” The buck gave a smile as he found himself thinking about having a nice bath with the giraffe and the bull before bending Jaxton over and screwing him doggy style. From rose petals and wine to a bit more carnal fun sounded interesting to Kyle, to say the least. Plus, Rob wasn’t so bad, and he could be a nice, romantic person if he tried hard enough.

“Good, then it’s decided,” Jaxton smiled. “Now, I’m going to clench my ass together, Kyle, and you slide out before anything can come out with you. Once you’re out, come up here and give your future boyfriends a kiss,” he said with a hint of seduction to his voice.

“Okay,” Kyle said with a long breath, and he gave a moan when Jaxton clenched around him before pulling up off of him. Kyle nearly had a nosebleed when he noticed one small drop of white fall from Jaxton’s hole down onto his groin and was surprised when nothing more spilled out from him. As Jaxton got off of him, Kyle slid out from underneath Jaxton’s broad frame before straddling the bull and looking straight at Rob who had his hands on his hips with his face flush red. Giving a grin, Rob wrapped his arms around Kyle’s shoulders and said, “You heard the bull. Give me a kiss…”

Kyle groaned as the giraffe slid his tongue slowly and seductively into his mouth. Their tongues wrestled together as their laps smacked against one another. Kyle felt two hands against his rump as the kiss turned into a full make-out session with the giraffe.

“Now now, don’t hog the poor buck!” Jaxton playfully scolded as their making-out was about to drag on into the double digits of minutes they’d been going at it. “At least let him have SOME saliva when he gets down here to me,” the bull grinned, flexing his cock in Rob’s ass.

Rob moaned in the kiss before breaking away, his cheeky grin still on his face as he felt the bull’s member push up against his prostate nice and deep. “Mmmm, but what if I want Kyle all to myself?” Rob said with a grin down at Jax before he started to roll his hips. Kyle rolled his eyes and looked over his shoulder. “I’m sorry you have to deal with him in the relationship.”

Jaxton laughed, shaking his head. “I don’t mind at all, really. Besides, I think it’s kinda cute that he tries to act all dominating, even when I’m buried in his ass.”

Rob stuck out his tongue and said, “I can’t wait to wipe that smirk off your face when I rail you into next week. Your cockiness is proportional to your cock size, if I do say so myself.” Kyle chuckled at the comment and patted Jaxton’s rock-hard abs before saying, “He may have a point there, Jax.”

The bull snorted, his grin not falling from his face. “Oh, trust me, I encourage you to try to wipe it off my face! I’m not scared to take a dick your size up my ass, Rob, and I’m sure as hell eager to hear you make me moan like I made you moan. Assuming you even can,” he winked. “For all I know, Kyle’s a better top than you.”

This time, it was Rob’s turn to snort as he looked at Kyle and shook his head. “Kyle probably fucks hard and fast like a buck...I prefer a long, hard, and deep fucking that makes you want to beg.” Rob got up off of Jaxton’s cock, clenching hard before leaning over to give Kyle a hard kiss and spinning him around to begin to hotdog his semi-hard cock in between the buck’s buns. “I can give you a demonstration later if you want on Kyle here,” Rob said with a grin before gripping Kyle’s hips and giving them a squeeze.

Kyle wiggled in the giraffe’s grip with a chuckle and moved away from the giraffe to lay on top of Jaxton. For a split second, Rob gave a bit of a frown before his eyes went wide when he felt his muscles relax. A small stream of cum leaked down his ass and over his balls and inner thighs, coating them in warm bull seed. Luckily, the giraffe clenched hard to make the flow stop once again.

“Can’t say I’d be against a buck blowing me while I get a front row seat to watching you breed him half as hard as I bred you,” Jaxton smirked. “Or I get another crack at your ass. Choice is yours, stud,” he added, sitting up on the couch and making sure he was clenching, bringing Kyle into his lap. “But, first, what do you say we all hop in the shower, hm? Think I’m sobered up enough that I won’t fall and kill myself in the shower. Well, not that I even would have room to fall with you two in there with me,” the huge bull smiled.

Rob ignored the half as hard comment and gave a chuckle before getting up off the sofa. Rob could feel the sweat and smell the cum from their sexual escapade, and he nodded, saying, “Yeah, actually that would be a good idea. I can at least let myself relax there. I think you shot like three loads worth into me.”

Kyle gave a snicker when the giraffe turned around. Rob still had a small stream leaking out of him again and matting his fur, even though his cheeks were flexing hard to keep the load inside.

Jaxton gave a snicker of his own at the sight. “Well, lesson one of Jaxton, if you’re planning on dating me: I cum a lot in each load, and I can get about six of those same-sized loads out a day, so you two are gonna have your work cut out for you, if you ever plan on trying to drain these bad boys,” he grinned, gripping his balls and jostling them around. “If you think it’s bad being full of just one load, Rob, just imagine how it’ll be once I shoot six of those inside you! You’ll be coughing up my cum!”

Rob shot to full hardness instantly, his muzzle turning into a small smile. “That is somewhat of a disgusting image….but also kind of hot to think about.” Kyle chuckled before he reached up and kissed Jaxton on the cheek and rubbed his chest much like an owner would do to a pet. “Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure Rob and I will help you out. I’m surprised you aren’t even winded!” Kyle got up off of Jaxton, his tail flicking upward teasingly before he walked over to Rob and wrapped an arm around him. Rob chuckled, his thighs covered in streaks of white as he lifted his own tail.

Hopping off the couch, the bull sauntered over to the two roommates, clapping a large hand on Kyle’s shoulder, smiling. “In case you forgot, I’m your personal trainer, stud. Cardio is practically the backbone of any routine, and I’ve got stamina for days because of my training regimen! Sex with you two made me break a sweat, but an all-day marathon, now that might just make me get exhausted by sundown,” he winked, reaching down and gripping both of the other males’ rumps, one cheek in each hand.

Rob was nearly spellbound at what Jaxton was saying as he moved his arm away from Kyle’s and wrapped it around Jaxton’s affectionately. “Fuck, Kyle. Did you bring just a bull over, or a breeding bull?” Shaking his head and chuckling, Rob said, “If you want to do anything in the shower, you are doing it with Kyle. I will take round three, if we get to that, but I want to be on top of one of you two next time.”

Kyle nodded with a grin as Jaxton pinched his rump teasingly with his tongue extended in a playful manner. “Fine, fine, but let’s just get clean again in order to get dirty if it comes to that.” Kyle moved the trio in the direction of the bathroom, having to line up vertically through the small doorway in order to get through.

“Fine with me,” Jaxton laughed, rubbing over his giraffe cum-soaked abs. “And I don’t even care who does what to me, since I like to think of myself as a pure switch-hitter. Hell, if Kyle wants me to facefuck his cute little muzzle, I wouldn’t turn down you bending me over and slamming right into me. Sex is fucking amazing, no matter what position you’re in, wouldn’t you agree, stud?” he asked Rob casually, groping his rump a little more firmly. “Oh, who am I kidding, you so totally agree. Big dominant giraffe likes it up the ass just as much as he likes doing the fucking, if not more. That much is easy to see!” The bull’s eyes moved over to Kyle. “And then there’s my little buck, so shy and timid, but he’s got that hunger in him that tells me he wants another crack at my ass, so I’d say you two are the perfect match for this little triad relationship.”

With Jaxton’s extraordinary descriptive dialogue about what he wanted, Kyle had a huge red blush across his cheeks while Rob had an expression that screamed he wanted a round two. Kyle was the first to say something as he walked over to the shower and leaned over to turn the knob until it pointed toward the red etched into the stainless steel base. “You are making it really hard not to do something in the shower,” Kyle said with a chuckle at his lewd comment. Rob gave a grin as he wiggled his ass in Jaxton’s grip before saying, “Damn, I want to take you so bad and pump a load up in you. I’m not even afraid to tell you that. I want you to be the one coughing up cum, honestly.”

Kyle gave a grimace at the thought, but he was already becoming hard again. The two seemed to pull out his deepest, darkest fantasies right out of him.

Looking over his shoulder, huge bull cock fully erect, Jaxton looked the giraffe straight in the eyes. “I’m all yours, guys. Shall we?” he grinned, sauntering into the shower and offering both Rob and Kyle his hand.

Both Rob and Kyle put their hands in Jaxton’s, grins on their faces as they all moved into the shower to enjoy themselves once more.