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People always said the taste of beer was an acquired taste. Solas had once believed that to mean that only select people could enjoy certain beers, but now he understood that it meant that if you drank enough, you would acquire such taste. That thought crossed his mind as he finished off the fifth bottle he'd had that night.
The monkey dropped the bottle into a large trashcan that had been put out in the living room and had to take a quick step back as a drunk frat boy nearly bowled him over. He watched as the drunken tiger doubled over the trashcan and begin vomiting. The sound was lost among the heavy bass drum coming up from the basement, shaking the whole house.
Solas shook his head and left the tiger to empty his guts out. The monkey felt out of place when he first arrived at the house party, only knowing two of the people he'd came with, and no one else. They'd quickly abandoned him for other friends, and he contemplating leaving until someone shoved a beer in his hand.
Now he didn't mind wandering through the crowded house, occasionally grinding up against a random stranger as he tried to squeeze against a wall to make it to the next room. If there had been pictures hanging on the walls, they'd have shaken from their nails and crashed to the floor, but these were college kids. The walls were practically wallpapered with posters and one even had a painted wall done in graffiti style.
It was an old, large house. Three stories above, one below, and a porch that wrapped around the entire first and second floor. It was absolutely packed, too. This was one of the bigger parties on campus to celebrate the end of finals. It was in the single digits outside, but felt like a sauna inside with all the dancing, grinding, and drinking.
Solas had followed his compatriots and stripped down to a simple pair of gym shorts and t-shirt, and it was only a matter of time before the heat would claim his shirt. He decided to catch a breath of fresh air and wedged himself between two college kids before falling through and out into the open air of the second-story veranda. The cold, winter air seemed to be warded off by the presence of the hot, sweaty bodies filling the victorian-style house. Even outside, the temperature on the covered porch was still warm enough that he was comfortable.
The monkey walked over to the railing and stared down at the snow-covered lawn, watching a couple drunken people smash snow into each other's faces and dump it down shirts and pants.
"No, you need that long, wide muzzle to be able to do it well," Solas heard someone say, catching his attention. A large horse and wolf were standing next to him against the railing, nursing drinks, and talking. The horse was a good foot taller than he was, but the wolf was a couple inches shorter. Both were wearing football jerseys, green and silver like their college colors, and sweats.
The small wolf rolled his eyes and chuckled, taking another sip of his beer. "See, I don't care about all that. The other end is much better, and it can accommodate much easier," he said.
Solas watched quietly, taking in the pair. The wolf had short hair that was gelled into small, brown spikes. Despite being shorter, the monkey could see the layers of muscles along his arms. They didn't hold a candle to the horse, though. The horse's black hair was in dreadlocks that fell to the middle of his back and he looked like one good flex would break through the fabric.
"Maybe it can accommodate you, but most girls complain after the first few inches. "Stop! Oh-em-gee, too big!"," he mimicked, laughing hotly, his breath visible in the cool air.
"Hah, shut up, Drake," the wolf muttered, finishing off his drink and tossing it over the railing without a care. "You can't be that big."
Drake puffed out his chest and Solas swooned as he watched the muscles underneath strain. "You wanna find out for yourself?" the horse asked, reaching a paw down to hook a finger on his pants.
The wolf's cheeks turned red under his grey fur and he glanced down at the horse's pants, but didn't say anything.
"That's what I thought. Chance." The horse spit the last word out like venom, but chuckled and put an arm around the wolf's shoulders.
Chance laughed and punched the horse's chest. "Fag. So, if you claim that you're too big for some chick's pussy, you're saying that a muzzle can fit you?"
"I told ya! The long ones. Get a nice horse, deer, wolf or something. They can sometimes manage," he said, finishing his beer and tossing it to join the wolf's. "Besides... if they can't, it still feels great to watch them try."
The inside of Solas' ears burned at their words and he giggled to himself. They didn't seem to have a care in the world about him standing right there, listening. If they even knew he was there in the first place, that was.
"But," Drake continued. "Try something like an otter, bat, or..." he trailed off, brow furrowed in thought. His head turned and he spotted Solas, grinning. "Or a monkey or something. Ain't gonna work."
Solas had stiffened when the attention was on him, but it didn't appear that he'd registered on the drunk equine's mind as anything more than a reminder rather than a presence. He felt his lips moving long before his brain had any say in the matter. "Hey, I can manage just fine," he said.
The wolf's eyes widened, ears perking up, and Drake slowly turned his head to look down at the shorter monkey. "You what?"
Solas' own eyes went wide and he felt his body tense up, cheeks turning red. "Oh. Uh... I dunno," he said, trying to back out of the conversation he'd just dove into.
"Nonono, wait a sec," the brown horse said, grinning wide and leaning over the monkey. "You tryna' tell me that you can deepthroat?"
"Shit," the monkey thought, gritting his teeth. He hadn't intended to ever come out to some random stranger at a party, much less some football jocks. It was his own private life, and people didn't need to know. "Uh, I mean, I don't think it's that hard," he replied dumbly.
Chance looked a bit nervous, too, as if unsure what his friend was going to do. Drake stepped from the railing and took a deliberate step to put himself directly in front of the small monkey. Solas gulped. "You think it'd be easy with me, too, punk?"
Solas' heart was racing quickly and he looked up the horse's chest, afraid that he might suddenly be alleviated of his arms. Something on the horse's face doused the fear; a wicked, glinting smile that had no malice behind it. He took a shot. "Probably. You're so drunk that I doubt you'd get it up," he teased back.
He'd picked a winning move. The horse tossed his head back in a loud, belly laugh and clapped the monkey on the shoulder so hard that it nearly knocked him to the ground. "You've got a pretty big mouth, kid. Maybe you would have it easy," he said.
Chance visibly relaxed at the horse's demeanor and shook his head, laughing. Drake was the kind of guy to respect those that with a good sense of humor and would happily take it as good as he got. "He's not wrong."
Solas chuckled and ducked his head sheepishly, taking a deep breath now that he was certain he wasn't about to get flattened.
"Man, I could get it up with no issue. Little beer isn't gonna stop me," he said, taking a step back from the monkey and accidentally knocking someone over who had been trying to walk past. She scrambled to her feet, barely noticing why she'd fallen, and stumbled drunkenly into the house.
"Oh really?" the monkey said, deciding to poke fun just a bit more. "Well, if beer isn't gonna stop ya, what will?" he asked, batting his bright, green eyes at the horse with a playful smirk.
Drake grunted and eyed the monkey curiously, thinking that one over. "You tryna' get some of this? That blunt muzz of yours would break."
"Only one way to find out," Solas said, heart beginning to race again as he pressed his luck. "I thought you said you liked watching someone try, too."
The monkey hadn't expected his taunting to actually work, thinking he'd just get some more banter from the jock. Instead, the large horse hooked a thumb on the edge of his sweats and pulled out and down. A large, leathery sheath fell into view atop a pair of enormous orbs and Solas' body went rigid.
"J-jesus! Dude!" Chance said, looking around the porch in shock, his face heating up in embarrassment even though he was the horse was the exposed one.
"Come on, give it a shot! Put your money where your mouth is!" Drake taunted, taking a step forward so that the heavy junk hung just in front of the monkey's navel.
Solas' couldn't help but stare down at the big, black sheath. The head of the horse's shaft had appeared just at the entrance, threatening to drop out with the slightest provocation. No one on the porch had seemed to notice, though most had had considerable more to drink. "What the hell," he thought to himself as he slid to his knees.
The height difference made things line up poorly and the monkey had to lean up just to get his muzzle in line with the big package. The scent of the horse's musk washed over him like a wave and he swooned drunkenly, mouth watering. One of his paws gripped the pouch in the middle and the horse's flesh felt like fire beneath his pad.
The wolf next to them turned away and said something in disbelief, but didn't walk away. Drake just let out a growl and stepped closer, pressing his junk to the monkey's face as his cock dropped into view.
It was larger than Solas had thought it would be, even soft. Black and mottled pink in the middle, it was bigger than some of the guys he'd been with in the past, and it had yet to swell with blood. He took the opportunity to slip his short, blunt muzzle around the flaccid length, sucking gently.
Chance covered his face with a paw and looked away, shaking his head. "Oh my fucking god, what the fuck," he muttered, looking back down to watch, his face turning scarlet.
Drake just grunted and put a large paw atop the monkey's head, running it through his fluffy hair. His shaft twitched and stirred in the monkey's throat, quickly coming to attention. It was easy at first and Solas was able to slide his tongue around the warm, soft length. As it grew he found himself having to pull back and work at the base with a paw.
Now their different heights was a detriment to his goal and with the horse's cock fully hard and trying to just upwards, he could barely get his lips down the length to the medial ring. Drake just laughed as he watched the monkey try and slide more into his throat "See? You talk a big game but you can't even get halfway down," he teased.
"No shit. No one could with that thing," Chance muttered, looking from between the fingers on a hand as he glanced downward.
Solas pulled back and let the mushroom head pop free of his maw. "Hey, I could if I were on my back. Not in this position," he said, blushing and looking up past the thick cock at the horse above.
Drake looked over at the wolf whose face blanched. "No," Chance said flatly, shaking his head.
"Come on. Your room is right there," Drake said, reaching down to stroke along his cock, fingers brushing the monkey's.
"You're not fucking on my bed," the wolf growled, crossing his arms over his chest. "Especially a guy,"
The horse laughed and punched the wolf in a shoulder, shaking his head. "Hey man, don't knock it until ya try it, right? Sides, it's not gay if you just let him do all the work"
Chance growled and looked away, unconvinced, but a nagging part of him was more than a little curious. "It's weird..."
Drake puffed out his chest and frowned disapprovingly at the wolf, turning to face him. His cock pulled free of Solas' fingers and jutted up towards the wolf. "Come on, help a brotha out," he rumbled.
Chance's face regained some color, but only in his cheeks, and he glanced down at the large shaft before looking away, fishing in his pockets for his keys. "I fucking hate you sometimes."
Drake pulled his sweats up, several inches of hard cock pressed against his stomach, exposed. He pulled Solas to his feet before the monkey could think about it, and dragged the shorter male to the bedroom.
Chance unlocked his room and stepped inside, quickly closing the door and locking it behind him to prevent anyone else from trying to get in. "Stupid party," he muttered under his breath.
The horse wasted no time in peeling his jersey off, dropping his sweats and ushering the monkey to the bed. "Come on, kid, let's see if you're as full of it as you claim you can be," he said.
Solas own cock had been solid as a rock since the horse had exposed himself and he throbbed at the thought of getting a second chance at the beast. He lay himself down on the bed on his back, head hanging over the edge of the bed. "Here, like this," he said, pulling at the horse's large shaft to get him to step closer.
Drake pressed the head of his cock to the monkey's lips and sunk forward, groaning happily. "You gonna try this after I'm done?" he asked, glancing over to Chance.
The wolf was sitting on far end of his bed, face red and arms crossed over his chest defiantly. "No, I'm not like that," he muttered, though he shifted a few times where he sat.
"Missing out," he said indifferently and pushed his hips forward, sinking himself forward until the head of his cock pressed to the monkey's throat.
Solas' jaw ached from the sheer size of the wide cock, but he was content to let the horse take over. He nodded his approval to the horse and reached both paws up to tug at Drake's hips. The horse got the idea and continued pushing, groaning out as his head slipped into the monkey's throat.
The medial ring slid past the monkey's lips and Solas gagged as he felt the thick cock going deeper than he'd ever felt. He swallowed experimentally and the horse above him whickered in pleasure. "F-fuck, do that again," he said, urging his hips forward to get deeper.
Solas swallowed again, feeling every ridge and vein of the horse's cock in his throat. He pressed one paw down on his own chest and could feel the slight hump where it bulged at his throat and ribs. He was just barely able to breath in this position, but then a heavy, leathery sac pressed into his face, smothering him.
Drake shuddered and flexed his cock within the monkey's warm walls, pre drooling practically into Solas' stomach. "Holy shit dude, you see this? All the way to the root," the horse said.
Chance was watching slack-jawed, eyes wide with surprise and a hint of intrigue. His paws rest in his lap, trying to cover the bulge there as he watched the monkey deepthroat the horse.
Solas struggled against the horse, pushing on his hips futilely before just lifting the heavy sac off his nose to breathe. Drake, wanting more, pulled back a few inches and humped forward again, bottoming out against the monkey's blunt muzzle. Nimble, brown paws quickly removed his shorts and Solas began jerking at his own, much smaller shaft. It hurt to have his jaw open so wide, and he knew that his throat would be sore for the next week, but it was worth it.
Drake began picking up speed, his thrusts shaking the bed as his cock plowed through the smaller male's passage. His heavy balls smacked loudly against the monkey's face, but the horse could only focus on trying to get off.
The monkey moved a paw in front of his face to keep himself from getting a bloody nose, or black eye, as Drake humped faster against his face. He could feel the ridge of Drake's ring popping between his lengths, and some of the horse's thrusts pulled him back until a slop of pre emptied across his tongue before shoving back in. His own shaft throbbed in his paw and he worked himself closer and closer, wanting to cum the moment he felt the horse doing so.
It didn't take long. The horse was primed and ready to go, and repetition was more of his game than longevity. His mushroom head flared outwards like an umbrella opened too far and his first blast of cum was straight down Solas' throat. The horse whinnied in pleasure and threw his head back, tail flagging as he climaxed.
Solas lost it as he felt that giant shaft flex against the inside of his ribs. He could feel cum pouring down his throat, but there was no tasting anything with it so deep. His cock spurt several ropes of cum across his belly as he lifted his shirt out of the way, wetting down his fur.
Drake's cock continued throbbing and spitting wad after wad of seed into the monkey's belly before he pulled back. The thick flare tugged upwards through Solas' throat and they monkey shuddered at the strange feeling. The flare filled his muzzle, stretching it wide with the spongy flesh before it flexed and flooded his maw with potent seed.
Solas swallowed valiantly but cum dripped from the corners of his maw and ran along his face and jawline. Drake pulled back and the last few bursts of cum coated Solas' face, neck, and shirt. The monkey could only lay there in the afterglow of both their orgasms, eyes lidded with lust and sleep.
The horse shuddered and looked over at Chance who was sitting there awkwardly, a large wet spot against the front of his sweats where he'd accidentally stroked himself to orgasm through the fabric while watching. The wolf looked away and tried to cover himself discreetly.
"Shoulda taken a turn," he said, grinning at the wolf and then down the monkey.
Solas, unaware of the wolf's predicament, just licked his lips and choked a few times. He lifted his head and felt seed running down over his fur. His shirt, which he'd tried to save, was already a mess, so he took it off to clean off the rest of his face, fur sticking up in places.
The monkey turned his face up towards the horse and smirked. "Told ya," he said, reaching over to gently heft the end of the horse's still-hard cock.
Drake grunted and and rocked his hips forward, tail lashing behind him. "I can admit when I'm wrong..." he said, reaching down to pat the monkey's ears. "Is the other end as good?"
Chance's ears perked up and he looked from the horse to the monkey.
Solas' gaze flicked down the the behemoth of a cock and huffed. "Dunno, but you can always find out."