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“Aaaaand here we are. The place where all the magic happens… Does it look familiar? Bet you didn’t think you’d get a chance to actually visit this place, did you?” Grayson’s heart was restless, as was his breathing. His mouth felt dry, but he was too afraid to try to wet it as the anxiety levels in his body continued to fluctuate on a wild spectrum. He was sweating. Trying to be as subtle as a nervous, introverted, nerdy antelope could, he raised his right arm and gave his armpit a quick sniff, making sure that his deodorant was indeed working. “What the hell am I doing… Just breathe… Breathe… He wouldn’t have invited you to his apartment if he didn’t mean to…” Grayson swallowed, slowly inhaling the peculiar scent that reigned over the small bedroom, which he had just entered in the slender, amber canine’s footsteps. He had seen the room many times before, just like its owner had said. All the previous times had been through a webcam, a webcam which he could spot decorating the large monitor sitting on the small desk at the end of the room. He recognized the suggestive posters on the wall, as well as the large bed, which occupied almost half of the available space in the bedroom. His eyes instinctively sought out the inconspicuous shelf to his left, which was stacked full of various sex toys that he also recognized. The young antelope shuddered. He was actually here. In his bedroom. “Don’t just stand by the door. Come in…” Said the tall maned wolf whose delicate body was clad in a loose mint-hued hoodie and a pair of dark shorts that were slightly too short for a male. At least for a male whose legs were as long as his. The canine’s titular dark mane overflowed from his scalp, drooping in front of his face, reaching down just far enough to obscure his eyes from Grayson’s view. Yet, he knew the taller male could still see him perfectly from behind his fluffy bangs. “Just to confirm, you were okay with me streaming us doing it?” The canine’s soft voice made Grayson flinch. He wasn’t fully sure of how he felt about being in front of a camera, much less for a live audience, but he nodded his head. He couldn’t afford to back out now. Not when he had the chance to fulfill his longest-held fantasy, with his favorite erotic streamer, no less. “Great! I’ll get the camera set up in just a sec. Just make yourself comfortable.” Grayson took a deep breath and stepped deeper into the small bedroom while the slender-bodied canine leaned over his desk, booting up his RGB-adorned PC. After a bit of hesitation, he seated himself on the bed, sitting down stiffly with his palms on his knees before eventually attempting to take on a more relaxed position. Glancing to his right, he saw the tall canine bent over his keyboard, his big butt stuck out towards Grayson, and his long back in a seductive arch. The big, fluffy tail swished about excitedly, occasionally giving the nervous antelope glances at the maned wolf’s groin, where Grayson could see a very hefty bulge. He didn’t know if he should look, but chose to do so regardless. “Are you nervous?” The amber canine asked, facing the PC monitor. “...A little bit, yeah,” Grayson replied, awkwardly scratching the back of his head and fixing his round-framed glasses on his snout. “Don’t be… I’ll take the lead once we begin. Just follow my instructions, and you’ll do fine. Okay?” “O-okay…” Grayson muttered, noticing the red LED on the robust webcam starting to flash. “Now we’ll just wait for a while for the folks to tune in… Whoa, we’re at a hundred viewers already. I’m glad to have such dedicated fans. They must have opened the stream the second they got a notification. Hehe~ Alright. Starting the stream in 3…2…1…” The small bedroom echoed with a very firm click of the spacebar. The maned wolf erected his spine and took a step back, waving at the blinking webcam. “Hello everyone! SloppySheath56 here, bringing you a surprise Saturday stream. And let me tell you that you’re in for a real treat. Not only are you getting an extra weekend stream, but I’m also going to be doing something slightly different today. Something that I haven’t yet done on stream before today.” Cautiously peering past the canine’s wide hips, Grayson caught a glimpse of one of the maned wolf’s monitors; the one displaying the stream chat. There were dozens of messages whizzing by on the chat window, a few of them highlighted with a bright green background to indicate donations. Becoming slightly more aware of the audience observing him and the canine host, Grayson grew slightly stiffer, once again assuming a more rigid sitting position on the bed. His heart was beating like crazy. “I see at least some of you have noticed that I do indeed have a guest with me today. And guess what… He’s also a fan of mine. One of you guys.” The amber canine continued, leaning closer to the monitors to read the chat. “It’s actually a funny story. I was doing my usual shopping in the supermarket near my apartment when I noticed this nerdy antelope with glasses staring at me near the produce section. Now, I don’t usually mind the stares of others… Obviously. And you know, wearing a pair of shorts as scandalously small as these ought to fetch you a few glances out and about…” He continued, turning around and flashing his rump at the camera, winking and sticking out his tongue. “But anyway, I could kind of tell he wasn’t just your usual prude or an unabashed pervert. I could sorta guess that he must have recognized me, but I decided to just mind my own business. So I kept on shopping, but I could see him following me around the store. Whenever I tried to catch a glimpse of him, he’d try to pretend that he wasn’t looking… But I knew that he was. I know! Total virgin behaviour. Lucky for him, shy, nerdy guys are kind of my type, so I let him get a few good looks. You know, some fap material for when he gets home. Hehe~” The maned wolf straightened his back and stuck out his groin towards the PC, showing off the giant bulge on the front of his shorts. “I was really surprised when he came to talk to me, asking if I streamed. I honestly thought he wouldn’t have the balls to approach me, but he did. Though he was admittedly super nervous… So, anyway, me being me, I thought I’d ask him to come over. I guessed he’d totally clam up and decline, but he ended up saying yes. It was a shocker, but since I already thought he was kind of cute, I figured I could have some fun and earn some extra on the weekend with a surprise stream. Entrepreneur mindset.” Grayson listened to maned wolf’s story, recalling just how nervous he had been approaching the slender canine back at the store. To be honest, his nervousness was nearly all he could remember in between seeing the sexy maned wolf in the store and now. Everything in between had merely been a heart-pounding, sweaty blur. A part of him still couldn’t believe what was happening or where he currently sat. “So then… Mr. Antelope… Would you tell everyone your name?” The maned canine smiled, stepping aside so that Grayson was in full view of the stream. “I-it’s Grayson,” Grayson replied, promptly giving his inner self a good kicking for not coming up with a fake name. “Well… Grayson. You told me that you’re a big fan of mine… How long have you been watching my streams?” Grayson swallowed and fixed the glasses on his snout. “A-around three years.” “And you’ve been subscribed…?” “A-around three years as well. I subscribed after the first stream I saw.” “Oh! So you are a real enthusiast. Thanks for contributing to my rent for the past three years, then. What’s your favorite type of content? Sheath-lotion ASMR? Cream-cup challenge? Sheath-fisting?” “I-I…” Grayson opened his mouth, hastily moistening his dry maw. “I-I really like it when you… Slide a beer can into your sheath and d-drink out of it. A-also when you fill up your sheath and then d-drink it.” Grayson was getting a modest hard-on just talking about it. His whole body felt hot, and he didn’t know if it was his nervousness or his arousal that caused it. “Ah~! You’re a sheath-koozie enjoyer… A bit of a freak, aren’t you, Grayson? Kidding, kidding! But… Just so you know… I happen to like freaks… A lot.” The amber wolf spoke with a wide grin, taking a glance at his chat while Grayson blushed on the bed. “Oh wow! They’re all really jealous of you. Like really jealous… Fuck.” The canine streamer muttered, conspicuously rubbing his own groin while biting on his lower lip. “Wanna make them even more jealous?” Grayson failed to answer before the amber-furred canine had already sat down next to him. He was so tall that Grayson’s horns barely reached the top of his head. But while he was big, he was, surprisingly enough, not intimidating. Grayson nervously turned his muzzle upward, towards the canine’s face. He saw a pair of yellow eyes glimmering behind the dark, fluffy bangs. And then the slender canine muzzle pressed against his own. The young antelope stiffened as he was getting kissed by his online crush, feeling all sorts of conflicting emotions as the dark canine lips caressed his own, getting softly pried apart by the maned wolf’s tongue. It was Grayson’s first kiss, and it was a real, sloppy, passionate one at that. The tall canine wasn’t forceful, but he didn’t hold back either. The movements of his maw were guided by distinct intent: the desire to show off as well as to purposefully overwhelm the recipient of the sloppy smooching. The wet canine mouth slurped Grayson’s muzzle until he finally surrendered and let the streamer’s tongue do what it wanted in between their snouts. Grayson twitched as the bigger male’s taster began caressing his own, and the warm canine saliva started flowing into his mouth. The sensation was weird, yet delightfully addicting, rapidly flooding the antelope’s body with an intoxicating cocktail of feel-good hormones despite his confusion. His eyelids gradually drooped shut, and he ended up leaning into the kiss without any conscious effort to do so. One of the slender savannah predator’s big hands crept onto Grayson’s thigh as they made out, and further onto his groin, eagerly caressing the firm bulge which it found there. Grayson wanted to gasp, but was afraid of choking on his partner’s saliva, only releasing a partial moan into the maned wolf’s mouth as he got his cock groped through the fabric of his pants. It felt good. Really good. Good enough that Grayson was afraid he would cum just from being kissed. Luckily, his big partner soon relented, pulling his muzzle away from the dazed, panting antelope. “Who’s a good herbivore…” He huffed quietly, giving the bridge of Grayson’s snout a parting lick before turning away and looking at the chat scrolling by on the screen. His hand kept kneading at Grayson’s bulge. “Ohhh… They liked that a lot. Can’t wait to see how crazy they’ll go once we really get started.” Grayson had just enough time to draw a few shivering breaths before the maned wolf’s muzzle enveloped his snout again, and he was in for another round of passionate kissing. By the end of it all, his glasses had become foggy from the maned wolf’s breath and crooked from the passionate movements of his mouth. “A bit disheveled, are we?” The canine whispered, looking at the antlered herbivore’s flummoxed face. “You can call me Clay, by the way… Whether that is my real name or not, I’ll leave it up to your imagination.” Grayson’s head was buzzing as he hastily fixed his glasses and his posture as Clay spent a short while reading his chat. The maned wolf’s paw was still happily kneading away at his concealed bovine cock, causing the nervous antelope both pleasure and discomfort as he tried to hold back his desire to ejaculate, which had been building up over the course of the past minute. “Come on, guys! Be civil! Imagine it's your muzzle that I am kissing. And hey, the next fan I bump into might just receive the same treatment, so be nice to Grayson.” Clay chuckled, soon turning back to meet Grayson’s gaze. “They’re getting a bit restless in the chat. What do you say we continue and give them a proper show?” Grayson’s libido prompted him to nod before his brain had even fully processed the canine’s words. “Great!” Clay smirked, quickly divesting himself of his hoodie, revealing the slender, canine upper body which Grayson had seen countless times before. The fluffy – albeit flat – chest, narrow waist, and lanky shoulders. All decorated with mixed shades of gold and amber from Clay’s canine fur. Grayson swallowed as excitement prompted by the sight stabbed his loins. He watched with a restless heart as Clay hooked his long thumbs into the lining of his shorts, abruptly stopping in his tracks once he noticed the intense gaze of his antelope audience. “Actually… Why don’t you take them off for me?” Clay asked with a suggestive smirk. “Think you can handle that?” A nervous tingle danced on Grayson’s spine while the expression on the lanky canine’s muzzle made him blush. His embarrassment and arousal fought a brief but decisive battle within the confines of his body, ending with the bulge on his sweatpants twitching rather conspicuously. Internally reminding himself to breathe, Grayson slipped down from the bed and scooted into the narrow space between Clay’s long legs where the half-clad canine was directing him with his gaze. Grayson’s eyes naturally sought the floor as his blush flared up, but Clay’s left paw forced his muzzle to turn up and face the tremendous bulge that stood out from the dark shorts of the erotic streamer. The fabric of the legwear kept the true shape of the maned wolf’s nethers relatively obscured, but Grayson knew full well what was hiding underneath those tight, seductive shorts. He had been fantasizing about it, jerking off to it for years at this point, and he knew exactly what it looked like. Both from the inside and the outside. “Just relax… And pull down my pants… Slowly.” The two antelope hands trembled as Grayson extended them towards Clay’s amber hips. He was afraid to look, but even more afraid to look away. The bulging canine genitals were taunting him through the fabric, begging Grayson to let them out of their cage while simultaneously mocking him for not having the courage to do it. But Grayson wanted to see it. The monstrous sheath that was hiding between Clay’s legs. And his desire to see it overpowered all the embarrassment and anxiety that a virgin male could feel. Fumbling his hands onto the sides of Clay’s shorts, Grayson gave them a gentle tug. The shorts didn’t move. The smirking maned wolf carefully raised his hips from the bed, prompting Grayson to try again with a quiet growl. Grayson gave the pants another tug, this time a firmer one. After a few stubborn seconds, the elastic waistband yielded and stretched over the ample curvature of Clay’s canine hips, getting slowly dragged down towards his thighs. Feeling and hearing nothing but the beat of his own heart, Grayson followed the black, sporty shorts with his gaze as they descended the maned wolf’s long, slender legs all the way down to the ankles, where Clay delicately lifted his feet out of them. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to look up?” Clay giggled, spreading out his legs provocatively while the small antelope stared at the pair of shorts on the floor, blushing violently. “You still need to take off my underwear, you know?” The canine’s words made Grayson shiver. Swallowing in a manner that was painfully audible, he took a pair of deep breaths and traced his gaze back up Clay’s legs until he got the big canine’s groin into his view. As hard as he tried, Grayson could not stop his lower jaw from nudging significantly downwards when he laid eyes on the amber canine’s hips again. Clay was wearing a pair of pale blue panties that were way too small for what he was attempting to hide with them. The enormous, bronze sheath and the accompanying canine testicles were spilling out of the inadequately sized underwear, being basically fully visible outside the pastel fabric, with how gargantuan they were in comparison. The soft canine cylinder of cock concealment was pressed up firmly against Clay’s crotch, occupying most of the panties’ fabric while his balls dangled outside the effeminate undergarments. There was no possible way that Clay’s genitals were fully comfortable in them, but by god, did they amplify the eroticism of his monstrous male endowment. The teasing odor of canine rut crept up Grayson’s nose and made him shudder as he stared at the jug-sized sheath in the snug caress of the small underwear. Never before had his erection fought so fiercely to straight up burst through the cloth of his sweatpants as it was at that moment. “Haha! That’s a virgin expression if I ever saw one.” Clay chuckled, using his slender fingers to toy with the lining of his underwear. “I’m glad you like it… Now take them off.” The canine’s words were soft but contained a subtle note of coercion. Feeling almost feverish from excitement, Grayson returned his hands to Clay’s hips, struggling to get a proper grip on the silky fabric of the feminine underwear, much to the canine’s amusement. A few deep breaths and a few dozen intense heartbeats later, Grayson was able to grasp the panties. The smooth fabric slipped off from around the sheath as he gave the panties a tug, prompting the canine genitals to almost leap out from the tall male’s crotch as they were no longer bound by the pale fabric. Grayson held his breath as he slowly dragged the panties down to Clay’s ankles. He was left holding the piece of underwear as the maned wolf once more lifted his feet. Grayson was torn between raising his gaze and looking at Clay’s sheath and continuing to stare at the coveted bundle of fabric, which still radiated the warmth and carried the scent of said sheath. “You can take those home with you if you’d like. They should be good for a few faps, right?” Clay giggled, meeting Grayson’s green eyes as they looked up at him in a shocked daze. “Well? What do you think? Is it as big in the flesh as you thought it would be?” Clay continued, playfully nudging Grayson’s muzzle down an inch or two so that his line of sight fell onto the enormous sheath the canine was hiding on his groin. The antelope swallowed. The caramel-hued, canine cock-pocket was huge, even for a male as tall as Clay. It was almost ridiculously large, looking big enough to fit nearly a champagne bottle into its yawning pit with how hefty it was. The canine testes were no different, being easily bigger than Grayson’s fists, complementing the enormous sheath perfectly with their equally enormous size. “Like what you see?” Clay whispered, gently grabbing the exterior of his sheath and rubbing it with his long, slender fingers, teasingly circling the gaping mouth of his cock dock. Grayson did like what he saw. A lot. Had he not masturbated furiously the previous evening, he might have already cum inside his pants. Although it was not like he was too far off, as he was. “Are you ready to play with my furry fleshlight?” Grayson nodded his head without processing the words at all. “Why don’t you go ahead and touch it then? Don’t be shy. You’ve seen what I’ve used my sheath for in my streams, so I don’t mind if you get a little rough.” Clay chuckled, opening up his legs and scooting slightly closer to the edge of the bed. Grayson was now less than a foot away from the enticing cock tunnel. Grayson felt like both his heart and his cock were about to explode as he nervously reached out and placed his hands onto the fuzzy exterior of Clay’s cock-cave. As expected, it was warm. Hot even. The entire area of the maned wolf’s loins seemed to twitch from Grayson’s touch, nearly prompting him to let go. A stern look and a cheeky grin from the sheath’s owner made the nerdy antelope keep his hands on the smoldering cock crater. Feeling mightily overwhelmed by the situation, Grayson began carefully caressing the exterior of the sheath, slowly feeling it up with his hands, kind of like he was molding pottery. Although the outside was fluffy and soft, the sheath was surprisingly firm, maintaining its shape even when Grayson exerted some more pressure onto it, squeezing it in between his palms while his heart raced 100 miles an hour. He could feel Clay’s eyes observing him past the veil of his mane. The sheath began to slowly grow hotter in his palms, and the slender chest of the tall wolf started to heave with more urgency. “Come on, guys! Let him have fun. It’s not often that you get to look at a virgin living out their ultimate fantasy from this close. He’s cute!” Clay responded to some of his chatters, flashing a toothy grin at the camera while Grayson blushed between his thighs. “They’re an impatient bunch… Why don’t you give them something they can beat their dicks to? Show them how bold you can be.” Glancing up at the canine’s muzzle, Grayson saw him mouth the word ‘inside’ with his lips. He swallowed and started inching his hands towards the mouth of the sheath. Grayson’s chest tightened, and his loins twitched as he carefully hooked his thumbs inside the fuzzy rim of Clay’s sheath. He carefully stretched out the canine cylinder, gazing into the darkness which beckoned him to enter. A spasm of impatience ran through his dick as he slowly scrunched up the fingers of his right hand and began feeding it to the gaping, fuzzy penile pit of the canine streamer. “Yeahh… Shove your fist up in there…” Clay whispered, nudging his groin closer to Grayson, nearly swallowing the antelope’s hand whole with his groin. The humid heat of the giant cock pouch enveloped Grayson’s hand as he pushed it deeper and deeper inside the sheath. The further his hand sank, the wider his eyes became. First, the monstrous sheath devoured his hand and his wrist, then inches upon inches of his arm started disappearing without him being able to feel the bottom. After just a short while, the fuzzy cock sleeve was reaching almost up to Grayson’s elbow. The antelope didn’t know whether he should be more disturbed or aroused, although his cock clearly tilted in favor of the latter emotion. Clay’s sheath was just as deep as it looked. Perhaps even deeper. After what felt like forever of his hand spelunking the cavernous crotch tunnel, Grayson was finally able to feel something firm on his fingertips. Clay voiced a growl and shuddered visibly as soon as he touched it. “Hehe~ That’s my cock…” He sighed, grabbing his sheath and squeezing it around Grayson’s arm. “Let’s see if he makes a guest appearance later on in the stream… Now, how about you move that hand of yours a bit? A nice back-and-forth motion. The kind that the hips of a desperate virgin would make.” The maned wolf leaned back and placed his other hand onto the sheath as well, clamping it down on Grayson along its entire length. Being already literally elbow deep in another male’s crotch, and way too horny to possess any rational judgment skills, Grayson started pumping his hand. The hot, moist flesh of the sheath’s interior lurched and slipped around his arm as he tugged it back and forth in the snug grasp of Clay’s crotch. With the added squeeze from the maned wolf’s fingers, Grayson had to exert quite a bit of arm strength to move his limb inside the sweltering penis pipe. The sheath stretched and reluctantly yielded to Grayson’s fist as it was dragged up and down its seemingly endless depth, rubbing the hot walls of the spacious cock cavern. Grayson didn’t know what to think. He had yet to process the fact that he was fisting his favorite streamer’s sheath and doing so live in front of hundreds of horny viewers at that. His cock was ready to bust a fat, gooey nut right inside his pants just from the visual stimulation alone, yet the sheer absurdity of the situation kept Grayson on the edge. Almost painfully so. “Mmhhh~ That feels good… Don’t be afraid to go harder…” Clay growled, whisking his mane to the side while watching Grayson stuff his slender antelope arm up his crotch. An excited yip echoed in the small bedroom as Grayson obeyed the tall canine. Grayson could feel something wet splashing against his knuckles as he kept fisting the sheath with increased tempo, twitching his ears to each minute noise escaping the erotic dick sleeve. The sounds were eerily reminiscent of flatulence, only much wetter and more lewd. Ironically enough, it didn’t differ much from someone fisting a jar of mayo, as was a common comparison online. Yet, it was incredibly hot. Clay had begun to pant. His canine tongue hung from his maw as he gently rocked his hips against Grayson’s arm, wagging his tail against the side of the bed while the space within his sheath slowly diminished. The inside of his sheath was now considerably more wet than it had been a moment ago, and Grayson no longer had any difficulty reaching the maned wolf’s hiding cock. “Come on… Pull it out!” Grayson flinched, glancing at the maned wolf’s panting muzzle. “Pull it out! Fast!” Grayson yanked his arm backwards, and there was a loud, wet pop as his fist escaped the squeeze of Clay’s sheath. A large splash of canine pre escaped with it, much to the antelope’s surprise. “Ffffuuuuuck!” Clay groaned, tensing up his lower body as he arched his back in bliss. Grayson’s mouth was left agape as he stared at the sheath, his round glasses slightly crooked, and a small smudge of canine pre on his left lens. He could see the giant sheath throbbing just a few inches away from his face, almost winking at him as if begging to be filled. Grayson’s underwear was so moist with pre that it felt like he had wet himself. “It’s hungry, you know,” Clay smirked, playfully wiggling the sheath at Grayson’s flummoxed face. “You can't just give it a mere fisting and expect it to be sated.” The maned wolf glanced at his computer screen to read some of the chat messages written in all caps and embellished with plenty of exclamation points. “Oh! That’s a good one! They’re asking if you want to give the inside a little sniff. Thinking about it, your snout looks just about the right size for my sheath. Wanna give it a go?” Grayson’s heart jumped up into his throat upon hearing the suggestion. The giant cock mortar was looking increasingly inviting, even disregarding the fact that Grayson had been fantasizing about smelling it for years. “Oh wow! You were right, chat! He’s pitching a fucking tent, alright! Wow! You must be dying down there! Do you want to jerk off?” Without thinking about his response, Grayson nodded. And as soon as he did, Clay grabbed one of his horns and pulled the nerdy antelope’s muzzle inside his sheath. The subsequent pulse of pleasure was so strong that Grayson had to exhaust most of his lower body strength to withhold the massive nut that was hell-bent on escaping his testes at that very moment. “Then jerk off. And make sure you blow a real fat, messy load for the stream.” Grayson huffed the humid, cock-scented air, growing dizzier and hornier with each breath as he fumbled to get the grey sweatpants and boxers off his waist. Clay refused to release his grip on Grayson’s horn as the antelope desperately fought to release his penis from its fleece prison, forcing the smaller herbivore to breathe the lusty scent of his malehood. “Damn! Not bad for such a nerdy-looking herbivore, right guys?” Clay chuckled once Grayson was finally able to pull out his about-to-burst bovine cock. Grayson’s hand was trembling when it finally found its way onto the painfully sensitive antelope shaft and began stroking it with haste. Copious amounts of pre splattered on the side of Clay’s bed as Grayson beat his meat, just like the hundreds of times he had done in front of his own home computer, watching the same maned wolf whose sheath he was so happily huffing. The giant canine sheath was sucking on his muzzle, twitching as it expelled some strong-scented pre of its own directly onto Grayson’s nose and tongue, which explored the dripping wet dog dick cavern in ecstasy. Grayson breathed in and out, relishing the lewd odours of his online crush to the fullest while jacking off more desperately than he had in his entire life. The inside of the sheath tasted just as raunchy as it smelled, and the pleasure Grayson was able to derive from just a few licks was intoxicating. His cock felt like it was on fire, and he couldn’t move his hand fast enough to bring forth a climax worthy of such a perfect fulfillment of his long-held fantasies. It all felt so fucking good, he thought he was about to lose his mind from the musky wolf scent penetrating his brain and the relentless spasming of his bovine genitals. “Fuck! Look at him go! That’s a once-in-a-lifetime gooner-face if I’ve ever seen one! He’s really squirting out that pre, isn’t he? I’m surprised he’s already lasted this long, considering- Whoa!” Grayson’s brain flatlined for a split second as a massive wave of bovine ejaculate surged through his cock and subsequently exploded into a glorious, potent mess onto Clay’s bedsheets. The ivory antelope jizz splattered violently as it met the dyed fabric, bouncing into all directions with impressive velocity, sending smaller ropes of the sticky, lewd substance all over both males’ crotches. It was without question the fattest, most satisfying nut of Grayson’s life. “Holy shit! Is this guy a stallion or what!?” Clay laughed, lifting his right leg so that the stream got a better view of the intense cum-plosion going on behind his calf. “That’s a huuuuuuge fucking load! And it’s sooooo thick as well.” The world around Grayson was hazy for the few subsequent moments he spent absolutely drunk in bliss from the intense orgasm. He barely even reacted when the maned wolf’s hand forcibly yanked his head backwards, unceremoniously removing his drenched muzzle from the pulsating sheath which had grown extremely sloppy over the short-lived masturbation session. A few glimmering strings of canine pre connected Grayson’s muzzle to Clay’s sheath event after they were physically separated, and the enormous cock cannon even shot a long string of the same stuff up all the way from its depths, flinging the translucent serpent across the bridge of Grayson’s snout. This time, the right lens of his glasses got smudged. “Not bad! Not bad at all! The chat’s going crazy, by the way… They’re complimenting your cock and wishing your death in near-perfect unison. Hah~ They’re soooo jealous of you!” Clay promptly kicked himself up from the bed and walked in front of his computer, proudly showing off his used sheath to the camera while Grayson remained on the floor, dazed and staring at the grand puddle of his own cum on the floor. Glancing at the tall canine, he got a good look at Clay’s big, furry behind and the thick, amber thighs which were more or less doused in his cum, much like the canine streamer’s enormous ballsack. The sight stung him straight in his stubborn bovine erection. “Here!” Clay raised his voice, tossing a towel towards Grayson, which ended up landing on top of the stunned bovine’s horns. “You got a little something on your face… Also, if you’d be so kind as to clean up your own mess a bit. Not that I dislike my room reeking with cum, but that much is going to leave a stain on both the sheets and the floor.” Grayson nodded and began meekly wiping the floor after cleaning his muzzle and glasses. As he was cleaning, Clay spoke to him over his shoulder. “You were a fan of the sheath-koozie, right?” “U-Uhuh…” “Then what do you think of this?” Clay asked, turning around with a hefty can of energy drink in his right paw. Before Grayson could reply, the mischievous canine had aligned the can with the mouth of his sheath and pushed it in. Grayson’s jaw nearly dropped as he watched the thick carbonated beverage can sink into the giant cock-koozie without issues. It fit Clay’s sheath like a glove, or, well, the other way around. It was the perfect size. Clay shuddered when the bottom of the can eventually bumped against his concealed manhood, voicing a deep sigh while letting go of his sheath, which was capable of holding the large container on its own. Only the top two inches of the can remained outside his sheath. “Fancy a drink?” He asked, smiling deviously while swaying his sheath from side to side. Grayson’s erection nodded before his head managed to do the same. “You can think of it as a reward for doing so well up until now.” Clay chuckled, confidently stepping his way in front of Grayson, who was still kneeling on the floor next to the bed. The tall canine slid his feet slightly further apart, gazing at the smaller herbivore with a lewd grin on his slender muzzle. Grayson’s gaze flicked between the intimidating sheath and Clay’s face. He felt the heat rising to his cheeks and the energy returning to his genitals. His mouth began to salivate at the thought of drinking from Clay’s sheath. “Well then… Open wide.” Clay pinched the tab of the can with his fingers while Grayson instinctively opened his maw to receive the fizzy beverage. “Wait! I just got a better idea!” Clay exclaimed, taking a firm grip of his sheath, subsequently giving it a good shake. Grayson remained stiff with anticipation – in more ways than one – on the bedroom floor as the maned wolf started stroking his sheath, jerking it very suggestively, much like one would have done with their cock. The furry skin of the sheath behaved almost like foreskin, rolling over and subsequently peeling back from on top of the large aluminum can, periodically swallowing it inside its depth before being revealed once again. Clay was far from delicate in the way that he jerked his sheath, shaking and squeezing his cock tunnel in a way that was equally intense as it was enchanting. “Mmmhh~ I’m getting close… Keep that muzzle of yours open for me, baby!” Clay moaned in an exaggeratedly lusty voice, looking down at Grayson, whose mouth was open in anticipation. “Fuck! I’m gonna shoot it all over your cute fucking face!” Clay brought his fingers onto the tab again, continuing to furiously jerk his sheath for a couple more seconds before eventually cracking the can open with an erotic moan. And as one could expect from a thoroughly shaken carbonated drink, the contents of the can exploded all over Grayson’s face. He was lucky to be wearing glasses so that the first splash of the energy drink didn’t blind him when it shot out of the can, dousing a good two-thirds of his head within a split second. The fizzing, frothing liquid splattered all over Grayson’s tongue, snout, and chin, pouring out of Clay’s sheath in a mighty tidal wave that the kneeling antelope was more than happy to gulp down his throat while his dick throbbed in bliss. It was so amazing he didn’t even mind his fur getting sticky from all the energy drink that missed his mouth entirely. “Fuuuuck~” Clay groaned, pushing his sheath downwards to pour some more liquid out of his cock-koozie and into Grayson’s mouth. “I totally busted all over your face… You look good with your muzzle all drenched in my fizz.” Grayson was still dizzy with arousal when the bigger male suddenly pushed him to the floor with his foot. Falling on his back, he was left looking up at the towering canine and his giant genitals, which were dripping with the yellow-tinted energy drink. Without saying a word, Clay stepped over Grayson’s groin and kneeled over the herbivore’s chest. Grayson caught another lewd smirk spreading onto the canine’s muzzle before he leaned down onto all fours and began pouring the remaining energy drink onto his muzzle. Clay even raised his right leg in a very canine fashion to make it look like he was pissing out of his sheath. Grayson looked up at the can-filled sheath, completely stunned, not caring if the narrow stream of carbonated drink landed on his tongue or on his face. His hips bucked upwards completely on their own, and his violently spasming antelope cock ejaculated a single, long rope of cum from across Clay’s wide rump. Grayson barely even felt the orgasm, which teetered on the edge of being ruined as it was completely hands-free, but felt absolutely incredible regardless. “Drink up… You’ve deserved it…” Clay sighed, keeping his leg raised as the rest of the energy drink slowly poured out of his sheath and into Grayson’s salivating maw. Grayson rubbed his thighs together restlessly as an echo of his most recent orgasm travelled through his loins, groping at his balls and giving his twitching shaft a teasing stroke as cum drooled down its length. The last few drops of energy drink fell into his mouth, and he swallowed, prompting a powerful shudder to roam his fur and his legs to squirm involuntarily. A semi-loud clang rang around the room as the empty energy drink can abruptly fell next to Grayson’s left ear, snatching the dazed antelope back into reality. “Whoops! My sheath must be getting a bit too crowded to hold that thing.” Clay chuckled, lowering his right leg. Before he got up, Grayson was able to catch a few looks of the gargantuan sheath, the gaping mouth of which was sticky and glimmering with canine pre. “What did you guys think? That was pretty hot, right?” Clay spoke to his chat, showing off both his sheath and his bare rump to the camera. “Damn… That’s one long rope of cum… Almost reached my shoulder blades…” Grayson blushed, realizing that everyone had seen him cum hands-free from drinking out of the Clay’s sheath. “I know! But he did say that he liked the koozie-play. Honestly, I’m kind of flattered that he could nut without me even touching it. Did any of you clip that…? Oh, here it is! Wow! Look at that leap! Fuck, I’ll have to save that for later. Perhaps I’ll make it into an emote. Y’know… Something you guys can spam when you see me do something that would make you cum hands-free…” Grayson slowly got up from the floor and seated himself on Clay’s bed, unsure what he should do. His dick was still very much hard, but he didn’t know if the maned wolf wanted to keep going or not. So he simply sat in the background of Clay’s stream, awkwardly staring at the wall with a huge boner sticking out of his groin. “Any suggestions on what I should do with him next? Anything you guys would want to see? Well obviously! I was building up to that! But now that you mention it… We have been doing some good foreplay for a while. Perhaps it is not too early to jump to the main course.” Clay spoke into the camera before turning around and smiling at Grayson. “...W-what happens now?” Grayson managed to stutter as the maned wolf closed in on him with a devious gleam in his eyes. “Now…” Clay huffed, planting a quick kiss onto Grayson’s lips. “Now, you’ll fuck my sheath and bust the fattest nut of your life! You’ll cream up the koozie you just drank out of.” The slender but strong wolf arms shoved Grayson onto the bed before he could reply. He managed to blink just once before the silhouette of a horny canine predator already hung over him. Clay promptly gave him another kiss, holding the horned herbivore down by the shoulders as he happily devoured his muzzle. Grayson whimpered as the abrupt spike in arousal mixed in with his submissive prey instincts. “Hey… Look down…” Reluctantly turning his muzzle away from Clay’s face, Grayson gazed down between their bodies, where he could see the canine’s precum-dripping manhood mortar hovering just a few inches above his frantic erection. They were almost touching. His heart immediately leaped in his chest, as did a string of pre out of his cock. “Do you want a kiss down there, too?” Clay growled, teasingly lowering his groin closer to Grayson’s. The heat from the canine’s cock-cup caressed Grayson’s cockhead in the most delightful of manners. Grayson gasped and shivered as the gaping phallus pocket descended over his cock, slowly devouring the stiff bovine dick as Clay lowered his hips. The inside of the sheath was hot, sticky, and shockingly moist. It was apparent that Clay had been squirting pre for a long while. The sensation – oddly reminiscent of a well-used fleshlight – gradually enveloped Grayson’s dick, prompting a small spasm of pleasure to tease select parts of his body as more of his cock was being swallowed. He wanted to squirm, buck his hips, moan, and so much more, but he was too afraid to move while the canine predator’s enormous sheath slowly devoured his sex. “Why, hello there!” Clay whispered when Grayson’s cock eventually bumped against his in the humid depths of the sheath. Both males shuddered from the intimate contact. “How do you like your new playmate? He seems pretty excited to meet you.” Clay chuckled, speaking to his own cock while gyrating his loins, rubbing the tip of his canine rocket against Grayon’s member. “Let’s give him a little kiss… Juuust like that.” Grayson whimpered as the hidden dog cock poked against the entrance of his urethra, splashing a big rope of canine pre onto his member before Clay started grinding them together again. “I know you’re a little snug in there, but you’ll still have to share with our guest…” Clay muttered, audibly out of breath. Grayson watched as Clay reached down in between them and hooked his index finger on the side of his sheath, stretching the cup of canine fur and nudging his hips even lower. Grayson could only barely hold back his third nut when his shaft was lodged between the stretchy skin of the sheath and the firm canine cock hiding within. Forced to share the compact space between themselves, the two different cocks began throbbing in unison, which only furthered the blissful agony Grayson was feeling in his groin. “Go ahead… Fuck my sheath…” Grayson’s arms wrapped themselves around Clay’s torso before the young bovine even realized they were moving. Everything from his horns to his hooves was tingling like crazy as he began mindlessly thrusting into the lustfully growling canine’s sheath, moaning like a panicked prey animal as the pleasure coursed through his body. The lewd ‘glorps’ and ‘splorches’ from aggressive sheath-mating quickly filled the small bedroom. Sticky, warm canine pre drooled and squirted out from the amber cock cup onto Grayson’s lap as he fucked it, shoving, hammering his ultra-sensitive malehood into the narrow crevice between hard wolf cock and stretchy sheath. It was tight, warm, and wet inside Clay’s sheath; the optimal environment for milking one’s cock. Grayson’s antelope balls clenched with each thrust, expelling a mixture of precum and proper bovine seed into the sticky cavern of the bigger male, who was happily grinding his crotch against the smaller herbivore. The sensation of breeding the maned wolf’s sheath was just as blissful and addictive as Grayson had fantasized it to be. The sounds, the scents, the hunger with which the huge canine cylinder swallowed his dick. It was all perfect. “Oh fuck! You’re more intense than I thought…” Clay moaned, panting like an excited dog, voicing an occasional whimper whenever Grayson’s cock managed to poke him particularly deep. Saliva dripped down from his open maw, staining Grayson’s glasses and snout even further as the pleasure tightened its grip on the big canine, who up until now had been the one in control of the lewd acts. His submissive nature was slowly starting to shine through his cocksure facade. “Ahh~! You look so fucking cute!” Clay barked, licking the tip of Grayson’s nose as their groins kept bumping at a hurried pace. “...All desperate like that… I might have to invite you over for another stream… Fuck! And your cock is such a good fit for my sheath. I don’t remember the last time my sheath got turned into this big of a mess…” The sloppy sheath-fucking noises grew louder as Grayson hammered himself towards another orgasm, humping the amber wolf like a desperate mutt as another messy ejaculation swirled inside his testes. Clay’s long tail was wagging enthusiastically behind his back as he leaned further in towards his herbivore prey, forcing the twitching anteloped cock even deeper into his dick tunnel, nearly swallowing the whole shaft inside it. Grayson grimaced as the pleasure from his next few thrusts grew overwhelming. “Come on! Fill me up~” Clay whispered, playfully biting onto Grayson’s left ear while burying the herbivore’s muzzle into the ample fluff of his chest. Grayson’s climaxing moan was muffled by the ample fur of Clay’s chest as his desires finally boiled over. Stiff as a tempered steel beam, his cock throbbed and twitched in the divine caress of the bigger male’s sheath, blasting out sticky, hot antelope essence like there was no tomorrow. The thick bovine seed surged into the depths of the fuzzy wolf bucket, promptly claiming the leftover space around two taut cocks that were passionately embracing one another inside it. And despite its perceived depth, the large sheath filled up quite fast from how hastily Grayson was pumping his sperm inside it. Combined with the restless motion of Grayson’s hips, which persisted through the entire climax, it didn’t take long at all for Clay’s crotch cup to start overflowing with antelope cum, which began oozing out in heaps a few seconds into Grayson’s ejaculation. “Mhhhh~ Holy fuuuuuck!” Clay moaned as his sheath inflated with the horned herbivore’s liquid offspring, which subsequently escaped his groin in explosive spurts when the pressure built up too high. Unable to stop shaking his hips amidst all the carnal bliss tormenting his body, Grayson continued fucking Clay’s sheath through his orgasm, immediately going for another as soon as the first one had subsided. He could feel the big canine squirming in the desperate grasp of his arms, and whimper blissfully as he bred his cocksleeve of a cocksleeve, quite literally fucking his own cum out of the sheath by bucking his hips. “Ahhh~ You’re going in for another one, huh? Go on… Fucking breed my sheath like you’re trying to get it pregnant… I want to feel it swelling up with your seed again.” Clay growled, briefly locking lips with Grayson before he came again, just as hard and just as much as the previous time. “Mmmhhh~ Oh my goooood! He’s a fucking stud! He’s breeding my sheath so good!” Grayson’s body stiffened up as Clay reached down between them and started jerking his sheath, milking the second load out of him with his fuzzy fur fleshlight. Grayson’s hips continued to twitch for multiple seconds after he was done ejaculating as his physique tried its best to drum up a third orgasm despite there being no more jizz left in his aching antelope testes. His groin was sticky. Warm and sticky. But he was too ecstatic to care. Clay voiced a satisfied whimper, carefully lifting his hips off Grayson’s, releasing a small deluge of antelope cum from his sheath. Grayson’s eyes were locked onto the steaming mouth of the well-bred cock-koozie, which looked so delightfully messy and erotic in the aftermath of the two creampies he had given it. The creamy antelope ejaculate was drooling down from it in heaps, descending onto Grayson’s lap in one thick stream of herbivore potency, which occasionally grew thicker when Clay’s sheath twitched as a result of his loins tensing up. The sight was almost magical. “Congrats…” Clay huffed, fixing his mane as he looked down at the flustered antelope whose glasses had nearly fallen off his muzzle. “I suppose that’s one way to graduate from your virginity, huh?” Grayson blushed as the canine streamer quickly swung himself off the bed, returning to tend to his chat, which was expectedly erupting at the moment. “Look at this, guys! Did he do a good job, or what? Fuuuck~ Look at how sticky my sheath is. Look at all this virgin cum overflowing from it… Fuck. It’s almost like a sticky cinnamon roll, right? Damn… I bet some of you would looooove to drink this all… Oh wow! And the scent is so strong. That’s how you know it’s really fucking potent…” Clay chuckled, waving his messy sheath at the camera while his tail wagged enthusiastically. “I know! Imagine losing your virginity in front of almost eight thousand viewers. That’s got to be some kind of record. Wow! Thanks for the donations, you guys! No, I won’t invite you over if you donate ten grand, although I would gladly take the money. Haha~ Well, I’ll have to ask that from him. Dunno if he would be down to do it just yet… But now that you mention it, a sheath-beer taste test would make some good content! Should I try to get a brand to sponsor me? Sheesh, you guys! Give him some time to recover. Can’t you see that he’s like, totally conked out right now?” Grayson sighed and rested his head on the bed, listening Clay banter on with his chat for a good while. He was too relaxed to even wipe the cum off his own fur, being more than content to just revel in the warm, cozy feeling of post-coital satisfaction that endured way past his climax. The young antelope nearly started to feel drowsy after all the draining orgasms he’d had at the mercy of the maned wolf. However, before he could start dozing off, Clay spun around and captured his attention by tapping the side of the bed with his paw. Grayson raised his head and all his drowsiness was washed away by the sight of Clay’s sheath, which was now fully swollen with canine cock. He could see the very tip of Clay’s crimson rocket pocking out from the messy mouth of the caramel-hued cock coozie. “The viewers are desperate for an encore with a capital D… So do you think you’d be down for a second round or?” Grayson’s cock stiffened before he could fully formulate the words in his mind. “Sweet… It should be a bit more snug this time around, but I assume that won’t be a problem…?” Grayson shook his head. “Good… Then let’s fuck.”