Hospitality
Thankfully the old owners of the house had posted privacy fences in the back yard. Hans never was the kind to jump a fence anyway but now it would be easier to hear him clamour up it. Paul could hear the sloshing in his belly as he stood weakly against the wall after finally ushering the massive doberman out the back door. He was wet and sticky from the pair of massive cum loads the mysteriously transformed dog had pumped in and on his naked body and he knew he didn't have long to get cleaned up before Hans either figured out how to open the door, if he hadn't already, or started making a ruckus out back. So he hurried to the bathroom leaving a trail of mess on the floor behind him and stepped into the shower without even waiting for it to warm up. The cool water felt refreshing as he felt the vague but familiar feeling of cum washing away from his skin.
Admittedly he had never been this dirty before but Paul had spent time with cum on his body in the past and even if this transformation of his faithful pet didn't last, he would have cum on his body in the future. That was just the kind of guy he was. Still, today it was a more mixed feeling as he felt the water run down his body: the little joy of getting clean mixed with the little disappointment of watching seed go to waste. He reached for the brush hanging from the shower head ready to get himself fresh enough to deal with the monstrous creature surely destroying his lawn.
Unfortunately, the reach was interrupted by the tell-tale pounding of his front door. Tex was a burly fellow who lived in a sexless marriage with his wretch of a wife next door, so Paul frequently found himself a willing host when the older man simply had to get away. That didn't make it any easier to suffer his knocking which he must have learned from a veteran of the gestapo. Paul groaned and reached for an old towel beside the shower and hastily wrapped it around his waist. It would be no new thing for his neighbour to have caught him in the shower or to have even seen him naked so no need to fret about it now.
But once he reached the front door, he wished he could get rid of the boner that refused to go down ever since Hans had appeared in the hall earlier. There was no hiding it in the white towel which was frankly too small without ten inches of flesh lifting it up and out. Still he was already here and there was nothing to be done about it so he pulled the door open and opened his mouth to greet his friend but before either one could get a word in, a weight slammed hard into Paul's back. It sent him lurching forward and in reflex he grabbed the first thing he could reach as a brace. He found himself, after a second to parse the event, hanging onto the legs of a half pants-ed man pinned under a randy weredog.
Paul tried to explain but instead of words, a guttural moan rolled out of him as a cock, much too big to be taken gracefully, pushed hard against his wet ass cheeks, spreading his tight hole wide and soaking it warm thick precum. He gritted his teeth, while Hans panted heartily, licking at the familiar Tex's face as if slamming a foot and a half of flesh into someone while they clutched at another person was perfectly normal. Either paralyzed by the sight or by the desperate arms around his thighs, Tex didn't even fight off the dog as he pushed harder and harder, rocking back and forth to help work the resistant ring open. The trapped human couldn't help himself as he groaned and leaked precum onto the towel coming loose and the carpet. He was mortified. Tex was understanding but Paul could only guess that this would be the end of his acceptance.
Suddenly came the perhaps the biggest surprise of the night. Rather than retreat, Tex spread his feet out a bit and pulled down the front of his boxers. A massive cock flopped out onto Paul's face adorned with a shining ring pierced through the end of it. It was heavy and smelled strongly of musk, like the smell of a man who spent a lot of time with his hands down his pants and the limp flesh warmed steadily as the poor host watched him pet and scratch his mischievous dog. He would have been offended if Tex wasn't such a good sport and his meat didn't smell so good. The fire red fur surrounding the elder man's balls ground tickled Paul's face teasingly until he couldn't wait anymore. He licked the heavy orbs swinging lightly against his lips while he suppressed a pained wince as the tip of Hans' insistent rod pushed it's way in. The dog took the uncontrolled reaction as an invitation and wasted no time to piston hard into that overfilled passage.
Paul whimpered softly as the human flesh in front of him started to rise and harden. Tex was never one for words or anything really but action and drinking, so once his cock was ready he grabbed his neighbour's chin and feed him just short of a foot of cock. Luckily it was easy to handle after being face fucked by the huge dog now claiming his rump with wild fervour so when the two bigger males started racing toward being the first to loose a load inside Paul's wet, abused body, he only had to concern himself with the one behind him.
He twisted slowly, careful not to get them going any faster than they already were but enough to help speed up the process. Paul was feeling weak and drained but the prospect of being filled from both ends was too much to pass up. His erection trembled dangerously beneath him as his balls were pounded by the doberman's undrainable orbs while his chin was getting the same from sweaty red ones. Pressure hard against his prostate made him feel even more full, if that were actually possible, until with no warning he felt his cock begin to cum. Not an orgasm just cum rushing out of him; more than usual soaked the floor in big globs of off white. He was just short of crying in ecstasy but a mouthful of extra warmth took tears right off his mind.
The thick fluid of Tex's climax washed out the taste of dog cum while he shoved his long tool in to the root. Tex groaned there in the threshold holding Paul down on the depths of his length. The spit roasted host tried desperately to back away, to get a good mouthful from his neighbour but instead he felt the smooth, warm ring grinding and throbbing against his throat. Obviously, the red-headed elder was intent on making sure not a single drop went to waste. He had a fistful of Paul's hair and clutched it desperately so he couldn't get away despite the body rocking blows of Hans' titanic cock. Eventually the relatively small man gave in, drinking the long, pent up load as graciously as one could do such a thing until something popped out from his ass.
Paul struggled to see just what his dog was doing behind him but he already knew what was going on and frankly he did not like it. He'd already seen the knot that might have made a pummelo look dainty, he knew he couldn't handle it but Hans seemed intend on burying the damned thing. Carefully he released the hips that had been holding him up so far and slumped clumsily to his knees as a result. Tex didn't let his head go though, still shooting what had to be all the cum he'd never gotten the chance to release with his wife, pent up for years just steady shoot wad after thick heavy wad down into Paul's throat.
He didn't begrudge his friend though, instead he worried about his dog, reaching back and locking his fingers from both hands in a tight ring in front of his poor stretched hole. Luckily for him the bulb that was threatening to devastate his body was already too large to get in side of them but that didn't stop the massive doberman from trying. He slammed hard against those hands, swinging his balls against Paul own. The forceful sensation sent shivers down his spine but he had to stay firm. He clenched a little harder, ass and fingers, around Hans' member in resistance but the dog simply saw it as a concession.
He plunged in a bit slower, taking his time now as if he knew that his rival had already begun his seemingly unnatural orgasm. He just enjoyed every second of the extra tightness and licked at Tex's face again. Meanwhile the elder human sighed deeply, finally coming to a finish and grabbing a fistful of Paul's hair as he pulled his long, pierced tool free and left a few splashes on his face.
Paul almost laughed. It was a good reminder not to take it too seriously. The knot was now way too big to really threaten his little hole so he could finally start enjoying the fuck again. He kept his hole tight but freed his hands, bracing them on the ground as he pushed back deep into the thrusts that had been rocking him so far. He smiled up at Tex although only one eye was open, and partially at that thanks to the facial and received a bit of petting in return but suddenly the pace surged up again and Hans gripped tighter and pushed harder.
It only took a few strokes of the wilder pace before the dog started to howl and a torrential rush of semen started to fill Paul's ass. The dog rocked into him with hard but shallow pumps, pushing his cum deeper into his master's body and flooding his bowels with steaming hot fluid. This load was definitely bigger than the last and after just a couple blasts was starting to leak out of Paul's hole and over his balls and legs and even his cock, coating them in a thick layer warmth.
Tex, not to be left out, stooped closer and knelt so his hefty though now, supposedly drained balls rested on Paul's face while he reached between their bodies and grasped the doberman's knot squeezing and milking the sensitive flesh in time with his desperate strokes while his other hand reached down to handle Paul's aching, desperate erection. It didn't take much to get the younger human cumming with a real orgasm this time, doubling the massive puddle on the floor beneath him and soaking his chest in his biggest load yet.
Paul moaned loudly as his two closest friends gave him more pleasure than he'd ever known and more jizz than he'd thought possible. Hans, between the noises of his convulsing human and the fingers of the dutiful Tex came even harder until Paul thought he could burst at the seams. The red-haired man must have picked up on the vibe as he pushed the doberman away. His reward was a blast of cum directly in the face, hitting him with a messy splat and knocking him backwards on the floor.
Instead of just try to relax, Hans jumped back on top Paul, slapping his cock between the sloppy wet butt cheeks hoisted in the air and driving his tool back and forth between them. He send his arc of copious seed out past the porch and into the lawn while Tex watched, stroking his readily re-engorging cock. It landed everywhere painting everything in murky white. Paul knew it would be a good long while before the dog finished and with what felt like gallons of cum gradually pouring out of his ass he would need some time to recover. After all, with Tex in the mix, he was gonna have a busy night.