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“Well, damn. I was hoping you’d still be sheathed…”

“Sorry!” Keave squirmed where he lay back on the bed, the golden retriever’s shorts tugged halfway down his legs. His tail tried to wag underneath him; with his paws held in front of his chest he glanced at the hyena kneeling above him, blushed a little bit deeper, and then glanced away again. “Sorry. It’s just – the whole idea got me, and I was – I mean, I-”

“Yeah. I know.” Shekh reached down and jostled the revealed inch and a half of the dog’s shaft atop his fingers, the smooth, sleek, soft skin of his equine equipment standing a stark contrast to the rest of his body. The sunny gold fur of his body thinned out near his loins, then gave way to smooth, velvety skin the color of rich, moist loam, tinting pink along the wrinkled folds of his sheath where they hung back against him; and his balls, together overflowing one of Shekh’s cupped palms, spilled freely down between his legs to the bed underneath him, more wrinkly overlaps of skin sagging together. “I could see as soon as you came in the door that you were starting to brick up a bit.”

Again the dog glanced at him and then away. “Sorry. Do you need me to, like…”

“No, no…” Shekh shifted to tug his shirt over his head, took the moment to kick his own pants off his legs, and then straddled the other male’s body. He pulled himself up closer, pressed a paw to Keave’s shoulder to lower him back down to the mattress, and then shifted his hips forward. “I should still be able to work with this. Can you, like – hold yourself up a little bit, and then… I can…”

Keave squirmed and then did as told, one paw squeezing back the folded lips of his sheath while the other moved in to lift the flat, blunted head of his equine shaft upwards. Even as Shekh watched, the thick beam of meat twitched and pulsed again, still growing slowly, expanding out from the dense, dank folds nestled around it; he sighed, rolled his eyes, and then scooted in a little closer, now nudging the end of his own cock against Keave’s.

“Right there. Hold it. I’m gonna…”

The hyena tilted his head down for a better angle, squeezed the dog’s waist with his legs, and then ran his fingers in along the drooping overhang of his foreskin. With one paw he squished the loose, supple skin forward, bunching it up against itself to get as much overlap as possible; then he circled one fingertip into the wrinkled hood, wiggled it back and forth until he had sleeved it down across one knuckle, and then shifted his other paw to pinch the skin forward, bit by bit, until it nestled past the second knuckle as well. Then he pressed his thumb in against the exterior of the skin where it held around his finger and pulled from there, tugging it away from his head hidden deep within; with this extra tension then he was able to do the same with his other paw, and then finally pull the rim of his hood open from inside, stretching the skin out to its limit.

Underneath him Keave squirmed again, the dog’s ongoing wagging making the bed vibrate. “I don’t think I’m – gonna fit…”

“You would if you’d just stop getting hard.”

“I can’t help it! I’m just-”

“Here.” Still holding himself open, shaft sagging down underneath where he kept his foreskin pinched forward and open, Shekh lifted himself forward until his sack hung down near Keave’s chin, and his opened hood waited before the retriever’s muzzle. “Spit in it.”

“What?”

“Spit in it. As much as you can.”

After a moment Keave worked at welling up a mouthful of drool, rolled it back and forth, then leaned in – his nose twitched – and dumped it all in. Shekh could not help but shiver sweetly with the sensation of slick, sticky wet heat oozing in around him, folding itself into the narrow space between sensitive skin and even more sensitive head underneath; as he scooted back he jiggled his still soft shaft back and forth, rolling the dog’s drool all across himself and within the extended skin, then squished everything together, smeared it around, squinched up towards the opened end like a tube of toothpaste, and let the remainder dribble out over the equine head still waiting for him.

“Okay,” he said, now resuming his original position, “hopefully that should do it. Keep holding yourself there, and… I’ll just…”

He bit his lip to concentrate. The sleek, dank heat emanating off of Keave’s equine shaft would just make this even harder if he were to focus on it too much; his own foreskin pinched between both forefingers and thumbs, Shekh pulled it forward, pressed the rim in against the face of the dog’s blunted head, and then slowly, carefully began to roll his fingers out from inside. Back and forth, tugging as he went, doing his best to pull himself up over the crown of this equine cock twitching against him, the still mostly soft meat squishing slightly into the space inside…

“Push,” he said, still focusing downwards. “Careful. See if you can, like – mash yourself inside.”

“I won’t fit-”

“Yes you will. Push.”

Keave hesitated for a moment and then did as told, his hips lifting up a little bit. Bit by bit he rolled his fingers in against the back of his head, working himself in, pushing right where he was about to pop in to the hyena’s foreskin, gradually managing to wedge himself inwards and, finally, sheath himself within Shekh’s hood.

“There we go…” the hyena breathed, peeling his second fingertip out from beneath his foreskin. With the head of Keave’s cock now pressed inside, he could already feel the growing tension and tug, and shifted his grip to squeeze his rim into place around him. “God. That’s so…”

Underneath him the dog squirmed again, his paws coming up to cover his face. “Feels so – good, I’m gonna…”

“Okay. Okay.” He shifted a little bit, drawing himself slowly back as that equine shaft continued to grow; from here he could keep the several inches of his foreskin, overhang included, wrapped around Keave’s head with one paw, and with the other he helped to stroke along the dog’s growing arousal. “Good dog. Good boy. Keep it coming. I wanna see… how much we can…”

There he trailed off, eyes fluttering shut, head rolling back, lips parting open, focus shifting downwards to where the head of Keave’s cock now pressed in against his own, nestling deep among saliva-slickened sensitivity. Down inside he could feel the different shape, the smooth surface, the little protruding nozzle along the tip, the slight bumps and ridges at the end filling out through his foreskin against his clenched paw…

Shekh licked his lips and scooted back again, still giving the dog more space to grow to his full length. “How’s… that feel, huh? You’re… really stretching me out, I’m gonna… be so loose after this…”

Beneath him Keave just lifted up into the thrusting, paws still covering his muzzle, chest heaving as his breathing picked up. Each exhalation brought with it a slight little whimpering moan; every time he throbbed his full shaft pulsed, thick veins lifting out, sheath skin tugging smooth, the sheer mass of his length lifting up – and in turn nearly pulling out of Shekh’s grasp, with his already bulbous head threatening to spill forth while mashing Shekh’s own further back beneath his hood.

Shekh bit his lip again and tightened his grip further. “Yeah? Can you use your words?”

Underneath him one of Keave’s legs lifted up, brushed against his side, and then dropped back down again, the dog still writhing, squirming, panting, moaning. He pressed his paws in against his face, then dropped them down his muzzle; one slid out across his chest and belly to spread his fingers across the base of his sheath, now fully unfolded, and when he tugged at the sleek supple skin there Shekh could feel it similarly tugging down beneath his own foreskin as well.

“Keave…”

“It’s – nice,” he finally managed, and then swallowed. “It’s… really nice, it… feels like…”

Squeezing tight with his forefinger and thumb, the hyena stroked the head of the dog’s cock within his foreskin, squishing the firm yet still soft flesh inside, rolling the sleek, supple skin forward and back, forward and back with what little space he was offered. He could feel himself wanting to get hard, trying to do so, yet unable to with the massive meat already filling him to brimming; part of him wondered if he were to release the grip of his paw around the two of them, if the wider rear rim of Keave’s equine head would still keep him stuck inside due to how the ring of his skin held a bit more tension than the space behind it.

“Yeah?” Shekh straightened up a bit further, now keeping the rest of Keave’s shaft propped up beneath its own weight along his other paw. Still every twitch, every throb, every pulse, he could feel echoed within his stretched hood stretching further, tingling with that sensation, sizzling a little bit. “What does it feel like?”

“Like…” Each time Keave lifted up and thrust, Shekh had to move with him to prevent him from pushing out from inside of his foreskin. A quick glance down showed the lumpy, misshapen bulge of equine cock just barely buried beneath his hood, the normally loose, limp skin pulled taut around that different shape, squishing and mashing it down so that all of its warmth, all of its oozing and dribbling, remained caught inside. “Like I’m – still sheath, but it’s… different. Yours is so much… tighter, and almost, like… slicker, I guess? And…”

Carefully Shekh inverted the grip of his paw along the lip of his foreskin, turning so that he could run his other fingers across the portion of Keave’s shaft protruding from within. He found and followed one of those thick veins nearly as wide around as one of his fingers, pressed it in as he went, felt it pulse outwards again. “Yeah? And?”

“And I’m… already…”

Another forceful throb rippled through Keave’s body, beginning down in his loins and then ricocheting up from there. Shekh watched as the base of the dog’s shaft hefted upwards, balls tugging in to leave folds of loose skin hanging limp; then the rush of tension and sensation again swelling forward, length lifting, pushing up towards where only his head remained held within the hyena’s foreskin; and then the final resultant twitch and pull, straining out from inside, pulling, tugging taut. Carefully Shekh lightened his grip, peeling his fingers away one by one – felt the stretched rim start to peel back and clamped back in place, with a considerable dribble of foggy, frothy equine pre mixed with his own scent oozing out from inside.

Still, though, Keave went on squirming and twitching, that throb still ongoing. Once more his paws came to his muzzle; he huffed and hissed between clenched teeth, his nostrils flared, his tail wagging underneath him.

“I can’t – stop-” he moaned, hips rocking, lengthy shaft swinging. “It just – you’re squeezing – I-”

“Mhmm?” Shekh leaned over him a little further, once more attempting to pump his already overfilled foreskin across his head. “Gimme what you got.”

“It’ll be – too much-”

“No, it won’t. Do it.”

“I mean-” The longer it went on, the more Keave’s hips lifted off the bed. His paws dug into the mattress underneath him, sheets bunching up against his claws; his lips curled back, his eyes wrenched shut, his floppy ears twitched and pitched backwards- “I can’t – stop it anyway, I’m – ah – hah-”

There you go, Shekh was about to say, until he felt that first spurt echoing out from inside. Already filled to the brim with thick, twitching meat, the extra pressure ballooned his foreskin up and out around the dog’s caught cock so that it inflated around both of them. Slick, silky wet heat stirring, spurting, spraying inside, coating every surface both revealed and buried – and then again, and again, stray pressure squirting out from the rim underneath his clamped fingers, shooting back down along Keave’s pulsing, twitching length.

That pressure and tension built up into the familiar discomfort of a full stretch, and Shekh finally released his grip from himself only to discover that he had been right, especially now that Keave’s cock flared out through his orgasm: the suddenly much firmer flesh lifted out at his rim from inside, casting a solid seal around him which meant that there was nowhere else for his load to go but further in. And what a strange sensation that was, feeling Keave’s entire arm-sized shaft heft and pulse with the force of his spurt, then receiving that spurt filling out his already overflowing foreskin from inside so that it pulled at the rest of his shaft – and then for that extra volume and pressure to snake its way deeper, giving him a sensation not unlike pinching off his piss right in the middle of a stream.

Each spurt rocketed through Keave’s body, the dog lurching and thrusting in bliss, flare pulsing, pulling, and then finally, thankfully, managing to spurt itself free, with a few thick ropes of equine seed spattering across Shekh’s thighs and the mattress underneath. As soon as he did so, all of that caught load drizzled out from within his well-stretched hood as well, the loose wrinkles and limp overhang draping down to its full length as it dripped, with the occasional ongoing dribble from further inside oozing out as well; the hyena shivered, squirmed, tried a little push… and felt a bit more of that stickiness squish out to fill the space left within his loose skin.

“Jesus fuckin’…” Panting a little bit himself, he reached forward to brush a paw across the exhausted dog’s revealed belly. The huge shaft sagging down between his knees gave another lazy pulse upwards. “Yeah. Maybe that was too much.”

It took a moment for Keave to open his eyes. “Sorry. I tried to… warn you…”

“No, no, you’re…” It took two and a half full strokes to roll his foreskin back, all of that spare overhang bunching up across itself just like the base of Keave’s sheath. Slick and slimy, the fresh pink meat inside glimmered with the coating of sticky wetness still dribbling out from within, with the rich scent of the dog’s musk wafting up to hammer at his senses. “You’re perfect. I’m gonna be – cumming your cum for weeks…”

That made Keave’s tail wag even faster. He sprawled back on the bed with his arms out, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m gonna… need a moment.”

Shekh smirked. “Well, that’s too bad.” He moved forward to climb up over the reclining dog, winked at him, then reached down to bunch all of that equine sheath skin together, again much like his own foreskin. Still dripping, now finally twitching half-hard and growing from there, he nudged his own hooded tip up against the overlapping folds. “I’m not, and now it’s my turn. Could you at least – try to get a little bit soft, so I can have more to work with here…?”