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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Was all the clock could scream before a huge, meaty, blue-grey, fist landed on it. The clock took this beating with the same glee it did every weekday. For the alarm clock knew it always won, every morning at five-thirty come rain or shine, even in the middle of the sweetest most amazing dream of all time, it would sing out and drag the bull kicking and screaming into the land of the waking and woken.

Denis moaned as he sat up in bed, another day in the office processing those numbers. Paws the size of shovels rubbed the sleep out of his amber eyes. Then he stretched, a sight any woman, or man of less than perfectly linear sexuality, would be willing to kill to see. Seven-foot of pure bovine muscle, flexing in the sparkling light of a new morning, more delicious steak than at a Texan barbeque. His chest and inner thighs creamy white, mixing to grey-blue on his flanks getting darker towards his spine.

Two hooves the size of dinner bowls landed on the floor, to support two legs so thick and muscular that buying clothes had become difficult. He'd been gifted with a natural ability to take up space, years as captain of the rugby team had done nothing but add extra layers of muscle, and a cheeky smile to his face. His horns were long and curved upwards, sprouting from a tussle of blue-grey hair.

After his eyes were rubbed Denis followed his next instinct and scratched his nuts. Two leathery balls so big they could be made into a nice matching set of luggage, though the musky smell might make them a bit difficult to pass through customs. Then his thick fingers scratched his sheath and he yawned as a little tingle of pleasure ran through him.

Sadly, there would be no time to explore any urges. The bull's days of laying in bed and wanking himself into a coma had past, as a loud banging on the door was a noisy testament to. The knock was accompanied by a voice guaranteed to make any young man playing with himself, "DenIS!!!!" His mother bellowed through the door, he voice getting higher towards the end. "Time to get up, your breakfast is getting cold."

His mother was born and raised on a farm, so she thought her son's habit of getting up at five-thirty was the actions of a lazy lay-a-bed. "Coming Mum!" He yelled back, grabbing his digital watch off his bed stand and putting it on his wrist. It was a cheap model, but he had a tendency to lose watches so he wasn't willing to pay for a more expensive one, or a wind up one like his dad used.

Grabbing his bathrobe the young bull pulled it on, then headed down to the breakfast table. Fried eggs, fried bacon, fried sausage, fried bread, fried mushrooms, fried tomatoes, and fried hash browns; enough grease to clog the arteries of a blue whale was waiting for him. His father grunted, but didn't look up from his paper, he too had a tendency to take up space, only he was taking up space a few foot lower, with an ample stomach. The room stank of tobacco as his father puffed on his morning pipe.

"Morning, Dad," Denis grunted in reply and sat down, his fist grabbing the brown sauce bottle, he was far too civilised to use tomato ketchup, and far too British to use mayonnaise, like they did on the continent.

"Cuppa tea, Denis?" His mother asked as she came into the room with a large teapot, covered by a tea cosy she had knitted herself. She didn't wait for an answer, because in all his life he'd never said no to a good cup of char, he was raised correctly after all.

"Thanks, mum," the bull replied, after carefully swallowing a mouthful. He had learned early that polite boys do not talk with their mouths full, and that his mother had a powerful forearm slap whose use ought to be covered by the Geneva convention. No elbows on the table, no talking with your mouth full, no burping, and above all else, do not fart if you value your hide.

His cup was filled with a cup of tea so stewed that Denis feared it would leave tannin stains on his insides. Though if there was going to be a stain anywhere on him, then someplace his mother would never see was the place for that stain.

"You seeing Liz tonight?" She asked as she poured herself a cup and sat down. The elderly cow was half the size of her husband and son, though there was no doubt who wore the pants in this family (and those pants were fully and properly ironed, with creases so sharp they could be used to perform surgery).

"No, Mum. Tonight's lads night out at work," the bull replied as he picked up the sugar bowl and started to spoon half of it into his teacup. Denis's morning brew wasn't so much a cup of tea, but a cup of tea flavoured syrup.

"Oh, better make the most of those, when you and Liz get married there will be no more boy's nights out. " His mother warned him, like she did every time he said he was going out with the lads. The wedding was getting pretty close though, just three months left.

"Liz doesn't mind me going out, Mum. She knows I has to let off steam," the young bull replied. Then he played his most deadly weapon, "she knows I was raised right, and that I would never even look at another woman." The flattery may have been as obvious as an elephant at a mouse's tea party, but it was amazingly effective. His mother's ample bosom swelled with maternal pride.

"Yes, well... even so, when your first calf comes along she will think differently," she replied. Denis took the point silently, there was no way to win a battle of words with his mother, she always got the last word in, by hook or by crook.

He finished the rest of his breakfast and let the tea-syrup slide down his throat. The bull liked a nice sweet drink of something to warm his tummy. Then he excused himself and showered, brushed his teeth and then dressed. Denis also prepared his gym bag. Today was his chest and shoulders day, tomorrow would be legs.

With his work bag in one paw and his gym bag in the other, he walked to the bus stop. He would leave both of them at the office tonight, sneaking back after the gym, so he wouldn't have to carry them with him all night long. Liz knew it was his night out with the lads from work, so he wouldn't have to call her until tomorrow night. He'd wait until his mother was listening to the Archer's radio show; ever since they installed the second line upstairs his mother had developed a habit of silently picking it up when her son was on the phone and listening in.

Denis had talked to his father about it, but his dad had just puffed on a pipe and mumbled something about not upsetting his mother. That roughly translated as his father agreed, but not strongly enough to risk the wrath of the woman he married. Luckily his mother loved his girlfriend, she was from a nice family and was very ready to start up a family of her own. Though, and Denis would never let his mother know this, she had hinted a few times at being willing to get in some baby making practice before their wedding night. However, as she hadn't been explicit Denis had just pretended not to notice, sex before marriage was a capital crime to his mum and he wasn't willing to risk it until they were happily married and had moved in together in Liz's flat.

A short bus ride later the bull arrived at the office, he nodded to his colleagues as he walked to his desk. Getting there just as the clock hit eight and his shift began. He reached out a flicked on his screen, the green glow almost friendly and reassuring. He pulled over the worksheet he had left unfinished at the end of his last shift and prepared to get going. "Knock, Knock." The green words stared at him from the screen, he stood up in his cubicle and looked around. Nobody seemed to be looking back, so he sat back down, just in time to see another line "Knock, knock."

With a shrug of his shoulders, the bull let his curiosity get the best of him, "who's there?"

"Jumping Jack Flash," the reply came quickly and this time Denis heard a snigger coming from the cubicle opposite.

"I haven't seen the movie yet," he said out loud.

"What?! Seriously, like?" Asked a very familiar and friendly voice, a young canine stood up in his own cubicle. "It's, like totally amazing. I saw it on Saturday night while out with Tracey... you know, Tracey from accounting. Man, you and Liz should come double with us next time."

"Ok, Mark. I'll ask her, see if she wants to see it," the bull replied agreeably, safe in the knowledge that he had already tried, and failed, to get her to go see it.

"Yeah, gotta see it on the big screen too, this is not a movie to go rent in a year," the dog replied and sat back down.

Denis smirked to himself, canines were always so excitable, he had been practically able to hear Mark's tail wagging. Just after he entered his first line the canine was back up and looking at him, "you're coming tonight right?"

"Ah, damn it's Tony's birthday do's tonight, isn't it?" Denis's acting was pretty good, it should be his mother was the harshest critic in the world and if she didn't believe your performance then it was a hard slap for lying to her face, and two more slaps so you wouldn't forget.

"Yeah, like we have to go out, he's, like, turning thirty," Mark replied, the idea of turning thirty was, to the twenty-two-year-old dog, the equivalent of dying.

"Sorry, it's date night with Liz tonight. I'm gonna take her to that nice Italian place just down the road," Denis said with the look of someone very sorry, but very stuck between a rock and a hard place, but the rock was clearly bigger and it had boobs.

"Oh, nice. A little food, some wine and then back to her place... for dessert?" The lascivious raise of the dog's eyebrows could be read from orbit, it left no doubt exactly what dessert was and where it was being put.

"No! You know I don't do that sort of thing. Liz and I are going to wait, the wedding is just three months away," the bull replied with shock and just a hint of disgust in his voice.

"Man, you're just no fun at all, Steak Pie," snorted the dog. Denis hated the nickname, but he also knew it could be worse.

"Well, I'm sorry Dog Biscuit, I just don't go in for that sort of thing. My mother would chop it off, if she found out I used it before the vicar said his bit," Denis retorted and he could tell by the look on Mark's face the nickname was not liked. He made a mental note to call Mark dog biscuit, the next time he actually went out with the lads for a drink.

"Alright, but it's nineteen eighty-seven, not eighteen eighty-seven. Hardly anyone waits until marriage anymore," the dog muttered and then his head dipped down.

"I do," the bull mumbled, more to himself than anyone else.

The rest of the day past with the same quickness of any Monday at work, the sort of dizzying speed you only see when racing snails. Numbers were entered, Mark and he got lunch and then the day ended. Denis made his way through the gauntlet of guys preparing to go for a night on the drink and headed to his gym.

It was nice there, some music was playing softly. He was changed and had a sweat worked up in no time at all. Denis didn't speak to anyone, though he knew there was a couple of girls checking him out. They were regulars though, several of them had already tried their luck, only to find out Denis was engaged, and very much planning on staying that way.

After his work out he took a few minutes to linger in the communal shower and then get changed. It was his third set of clothes that day, a blue t-shirt and jeans. They matched his fur well and the shirt was a little tight, it bulged as he walked around. He stopped off at his office, and stashed both bags under his desk. Then he walked out into the gloaming evening light, the sun was getting low and he knew the guys would be onto their forth pub by now. There was no way to find out which pub they were in, not that he wanted to know. He had a date.

The bull walked through the emptying streets and to a bus stop. Putting out his paw when he saw his bus and climbing on. When he asked for his stop the bus driver paused and gave him a funny look. For a moment the bull's breath caught in his throat. However, the man took his money and gave him a small ticket stub.

Denis felt his pulse starting to pick up, at last, as the bus drove out of the city and into the country. It wasn't far out when his stop came up and he reached up to push the little electric bell. He got off and ignored the muttered comment from the driver, "sure, you're just going to look at the birds. Puff."

Before him lay a rather large nature reserve, it was a favourite place for families, especially on sunny days. Though, once the sun went down it tended to be the favourite place of other types of people. Denis could already feel his heart pounding, he wasted no time standing by the roadside, after all, someone might see. He took off down a path that was all too familiar to him, walking through the woods.

He was early, the sunlight was just enough to see by. In his pocket, he had a small torch, for later when the light fully went. The woods were silent around him, save for some rustling leaves, Denis guessed it was just rabbits, or maybe squirrels. Apparently, they had grey ones in this park now, there had been something in the paper about the relentless march of the grey. Denis thought the greys were just as pretty to look at.

Suddenly on his left, the trees opened up, to reveal a small building. An open public building, with a small electric light outside. Feeling his needs building, Denis wasted no time in heading to the men's room. A sliver trough covered one wall, with some blue squares that were supposed to stop the stink of piss, but just added an odd floral bouquet to it, making it meadow-time piss. Along the other wall was a row of sinks and a hand dryer.

The final wall had a row of stalls, three of them, each with s white toilet inside. Denis was alone and he was glad, that made it much easier. He walked up to the middle stall and entered it, closing and bolting the door behind him. He pulled his t-shirt off and hung it carefully on the hook behind the door. Then he sat down, on the toilet and waited, his ears quivering at every sound. His heartbeat was racing.

This wasn't his first time, some days he came and the place was too full, he'd had to leave. Others, he'd sat there for an hour alone in the stinking cubicle, just waiting and hoping. However, this day was to be like neither of those. A few minutes after he sat down, he heard the door open. The huge bull leaned forward, keeping his breathing low and quiet. You never could be sure, just who was there. That, of course, was the point.

Muffled thuds of someone walking, getting closer. Denis held his breath as he heard the door to his right open. His eyes swivelled to his right and to the hole someone had cut in the plywood. The bull's grey fingers slipped through and he stroked around the hole's duck taped edges. Then he pulled back, his eyes picking up the sound a flies being unzipped.

His eyes were fixed on the hole, his heart beating so strongly he could hear the rush of blood to his head, both of them. Then a flicker of shadow and suddenly, the hole was filled and his jaw dropped. Long grey flesh poked through, flopping down and the bull shuddered. He'd never done an elephant before, but he'd always wanted to taste one.

With a gentle paw, he grasped around the meat, jumping a little as the tip coiled against his hand. Elephant's had prehensile cocks, and big ones too. They were the ones who could make horse's stop boasting, and as his paws stroked up and down the beautiful phallus, Denis knew just why.

A grunt from the other side let the young bovine know, the elephant expected this to be a lot more than show and tell. With his jeans tenting so badly it hurt, the young bull leaned down and huffed warm breath over the hot flesh. It curled up against it, as if searching for the source. Then, unable to hold back any longer he licked the tip. Sweat and musk filled his mouth, the taste of raw man, a day spent pent up, maybe thinking of visiting this place to get some relief.

It was too much, and yet nowhere near enough. His lips sealed around the grey tip and he began to suck desperately, his tongue swirling and caressing the meaty treat. While, from the other cubicle came the sound of a male in pleasure, the rough guttural vocals of a man with his cock somewhere warm and wet.

Not that Denis paid too much attention to that, his mouth was filled with thick meat and he was feasting like a starving man at a banquet. His lips slurping and squeezing on as much of the meat as he could take, the feel of it squirming in his mouth was a new and wonderful sensation. He'd never had a cock stroke his tongue back before, or pull out of his mouth, to rub over his lips, drooling thick lines of musky pre.

His paws grasped at the impressive length, stroking up and down the huge meat. He wished the hole was bigger, he would have loved to lick and suck the big, grey beast's, balls. However, he had to make do with what he was given and like a good young bull, he would do so with no complaints. Catching the grey tip in his lips again he moaned as the thick meat thrust down the full length of his tongue.

"Fuck...you really like cock don't you?" The elephant moaned through the wall, Denis was far too well mannered to reply with his mouthful, and he certainly would never spit out a delicacy once he put it in his mouth. So he just groaned loudly in reply, his velvet lips caressing the quivering grey length. His stomach was growling at him with hunger and his tongue was trembling with the desire to taste some pachyderm cream.

With a firm grip, his paws jerked the huge length, working in time with his muzzle. The bovine was lost to heaven, the taste of maleness dominating his tongue, the feel of heat against his lips, and the throb of the squirming meat. It all combined, into a heady and wonderfully intoxicating brew. He swallowed, as bitter drops of pre landed on his tongue. "Oh fuck... Yeah... suck it." The words spurred him on, although they were not needed, there wasn't anything that could make him stop sucking on the beautiful maleness.

His own cock was painfully erect and straining against his jeans. He cursed his short-sightedness, for not having got it out and ready beforehand. However, his paws were stuck to the grey cock like he needed to hold it to live. With desperate squeezing jerks, his paws worshipped the beautiful grey manhood. While, his lips milked it eagerly, his head bobbing faster and faster. "Fuck...so good.... Yes!" A loud muffled thud let Denis know the elephant had just pressed his body up against the stall, desperate to get every last inch into his wonderful tender ministrations.

Denis responded with his own deep moans, his tongue teasing the meatus with each bob, swirling around the tip. His broad dexterous tongue, a wonderful gift of being borne a bovine. While, his hunger for the male grew by the second, his heart beating so rapidly his head spun, he felt drunk. His own breath was coming in rapid pants, his nose flaring as he felt the elephant lose control.

The thick cock began to thrust into his mouth desperately fast, the entire length twisting and spinning around, tickling his lips in a way no other cock had ever done. Then he heard a wordless cry of pleasure muffled through the wooden wall, and a half second later the cock between his lips throbbed. His mouth was flooded with thick and copious volumes and elephant juice. He swallowed desperately quickly, as the second shot hit and it spilt out of his lips and dribbled down his chin. The taste was watery and sweet, a strange hint of vanilla in the fluids he drank down hungrily.

He was still sucking and swallowing, when the cock was pulled from his protesting and hungry lips. It was pulled back through the hole and a few seconds later Denis heard the other man pulling up his flies. He didn't give a word of thanks, not that the bull wanted or expected it, he was there for his own pleasure, it was just fortunate for others that he enjoyed sucking cock so much. He'd hoped the elephant might have stuck around for a round two, but the huge beast was a one-shot wonder, leaving quickly.

With a sigh of relief, Denis unfastened his jeans. His own cock was a damn fine size, and it felt nice in his paw, throbbing and radiating heat into his fingers. His entire length was soaked with the precum he had been drooling almost constantly since his lips first touched the other man's cock. He grasped his shaft and moaned as he thought of the huge cock he had just drained.

However, the sound of someone else entering the bathroom made him pause. His cock throbbed in need at the sound of someone entering the stall next to him. Denis's eyes locked on the hole, his fingers reached over and stroked around the rim. There was almost no time between his fingers moving and a red shaft appearing through the hole. Its spear-like shape told him he was dealing with some form of canid, wolf, fox or dog.

His paw grasped the thick meat and it throbbed in his paw, a trickle of precum emerging from the tip already. He smirked and sniffed, lupine there was no doubt in his mind. The shaft wasn't a huge length, but it had a nice thickness too it, his paw squeezed gently and he was rewarded with a moan from the next stall. The voice was much higher than the elephants had been, clearly a younger guy. The bull confirmed this, with a single lick to the tip, it was meaty and sweaty but so much sweeter. Denis did like a nice sweet drink and the sweetness of this young males cock was a wonderfully welcome palette cleanser after the potentness of the elephant.

Velvety, bull lips sealed around the cock and he pressed down until his muzzle hit the rim of the glory hole. The only sad part about canine cocks, the smart ones never pushed the whole thing through, because knotting a glory hole is possibly the most embarrassing thing you could do. Denis remembered it happening to one wolf while he was in the hole a year or two ago, the poor lupine had got stuck, with the door unlocked. The bull had teased his cock evilly keeping the knot inflated and listened while several other visitors enjoyed a little virgin wolf hole. He would have felt bad, but the sheer number of loads he drained from the lupine was evidence that the young guy enjoyed his time trapped.

The sounds coming from the cubicle told him the male was enjoying his tongue. He lapped up the copious amounts of pre hungrily, he loved canid cock they were quite literally meat and drink to the slutty bovine. His lips milked the shaft hungrily and quickly. It took almost no time at all for the wolf to start fucking, he moaned happily at the feeling, he loved it when they fucked his mouth. Reaching down with a free paw he grabbed his own cock. It was soaking with his precum and aching, he grabbed it as tightly as he could, his whole body trembled. Denis knew it wouldn't take him long, all day thinking of this moment, the elephant cock and now an eager wolf. It was all mixing in his mind, and he could feel his balls tingling ready to unload heavily.

Denis had prepared carefully, he hadn't just undone his flies, he'd hung his pants and underwear on the hook. The bovine was wearing nothing but his socks, as the stranger fucked his muzzle desperately quickly. His tongue swirled around the hot spearlike tip, his free paw on the wall stabilizing himself. From the other stall, all he could hear was, "fuck...oh...fuck." repeating over and over as the young guy used his experienced mouth.

The sweetness of youth, however, is frustrated by its lack of experience. The lupine clearly didn't know how to hold back, the entire stall shook as the wolf humped against it, a glance upwards showed grey fingers peeking over the top and downwards showed some expensive trainers sticking under the stall. Denis moaned softly and then twisted his head to the right and left as the wolf fucked. Giving the wolf a new sensation as he thrust into a swivelling, tight and warm maw. It was all the young lupine could take, he howled in pleasure.

While, in the bull's mouth the thick shaft throbbed and jets of lupine spunk landed at the back of his throat. Denis guzzled it down greedily, his paw on his own cock going wild as he pushed himself to his first orgasm. Mooing loudly around the cock as he sprayed jets of bovine milk over the cubicle. His eyes closed tightly as he sucked on the cock desperately, his entire body trembling as the powerful release took hold of him.

He was panting desperately, when the soft wolf cock was pulled from his cum stained lips and muzzle. He leaned back against the toilet temporarily satisfied, while his paw stroked up and down on his slimy meat. Denis watched, as the last drops of cum were squeezed from the tip. He smiled, this was the feeling he loved. Just after cumming, and making someone else cum. Some might feel used, but Denis liked to think he was using them too, he loved cock, the taste and the feel of it, in his mouth and on rare occasions in his ass. It was only in these moments that he felt like himself, outside the stall he was Denis, the mild-mannered computer processor, doting fiancé and a good son. Inside, he had no name, no responsibilities, he was just a gay cock slut. What he was on the insides, the unacceptable bull, he never let his family meet.

Denis heard the door, to the stall next to his, close and his eyes left his sloppy cum covered cock. Whoever was on the other side was clearly desperate, or just impatient. There was no time to give the invitation signal, less than a New York second after the door closed an erect cock was shoved through the hole. The shape gave away the owner as a bear, the scent was musky and mature. Denis knew there was an older bear on the other side of the wall. As if to prove the point, a deep ursine voice growled, "suck it."

Without a moment of hesitation, Denis placed his hungry lips around the tip of the meat. His tongue danced around the coronal ridge and teased over the frenulum. Deep groans and grunts of pleasure echoed from the other side, "that's it, you got a nice tongue boy." Denis couldn't help but smile, talkers were rare, most people said nothing to him just moaned out words of pleasure. It was like they were ashamed or hiding, which Denis could understand.

However, to hear someone speak right to him, even give him orders. His softened cock was suddenly achingly erect as the bear growled again, "there's a lot more, use your full muzzle." There wasn't a hint of doubt in those words, they were spoken in a deep, husky voice, but with pure confidence. Denis pushed his muzzle forward, letting the taste of bear cock flood his entire muzzle, until the thick tip pressed to the back of his throat.

"You do deep throat? Knock once for yes, twice for no," Denis whimpered softly, his knuckles rapping twice on the wood. There was a slightly disappointed sigh from the bear and the bull's face was ablaze with an embarrassed blush. He'd tried deep throating a few times, but he knew he couldn't do it with a cock as thick as the one that was stuffed in his mouth. "Well, I suppose I better make the best of the situation, at least you know how to work your tongue."

The words had only just reached his ears when the bear cock pulled back, his tongue swirled around the tip on automatic, as he sucked harder, almost trying to hold the cock in his mouth with suction alone. Then suddenly the meat was stuffed hard into his mouth, the broad, smooth glans running out his soft tongue and right to the back of his throat. While from the other side of the stall a deep guttural moan emerged. "You still have a nice mouth, boy," the bear moaned as he thrust again, and again.

Denis twisted his head to the left and right as the bear fucked him, a deep appreciative moan erupting from the other side, "fuck, now that's a fun trick, boy. Keep going, It's been a busy week, my nuts ain't been emptied once." Denis gasped to hear that, the thought of two huge bear balls, filled to almost bursting, just waiting for his tongue to grant them relief. It spurred him on, his muzzle moving in time with the thrusts, his paws flat against the wall.

Thick bear cock was stuffed into his mouth again and again. A quick glance up showed red furred fingers holding onto the stall wall. So he knew the bear breeding his mouth was a grizzly, in his mind he imagined him, seven foot tall, broad belly and shoulders. A look of pure animalistic lust on his face as his paws held the bull by the horns, huge ginger nuts smacking him in the chin as he rutted. He gasped and moaned, his tongue dancing and squirming against the invading flesh.

Then, without a word of explanation the cock was gone, his mouth felt emptier than it had ever felt in his life. He bellowed a deep moo of frustration, as the object of his lust was gone. "Put your ass up to the hole boy." The command came in panting breathless words, Denis guessed the ursine had been very close, then changed his mind. Or maybe, this had been the bear's plan all along, tease him get him aroused and then ask for his ass. It was a cheap and dirty trick, Denis felt cheated and used. Yet, he turned, and without a word, he pushed his perfectly toned ass up against the hole.

"There's a good boy," cooed the bear, Denis bite his lip and trembled a little. He hadn't prepared himself back there, he almost never let himself be talked into this. However, the bear hadn't talked he had just commanded, and drowning in his lusts, Denis had obeyed. His cock was leaking pre onto the heavily stained tiled floor. Denis's socks were soaking in his cum and pre, while he could feel the cold wood pressing to his buttocks. The bull closed his eyes and braced himself for a rough fucking.

Something cold and slick pressed to his ass, it slipped inside easily and he mooed loudly in surprise. "Guess you're a bull then, well this is what good cows get." The bear chuckled and Denis felt two fingers wiggling around in his ass, preparing him, fucking back and forth. The fingering was rough, yet all it did was stoke the fires, it made his ass itch with need. His muscular body pressed back firmly against it.

Less than thirty seconds later, the fingers were pulled out and before his body could even complain about the empty feeling, something hard and thick pressed to his ring. There was no gentleness or patience in the bear's thrust. Denis cried out, biting his lip so hard he could taste blood. As his insides were split open, around the bear's thick and slick phallus. His ears picked up the sounds of the bear grunting, and the soft thump of a furry body hitting the wood of the stall.

While, inside him, the cock he had been sucking on was pressed deep, his body strapped itself around the maleness, welcoming him like a good host. "Fuck, your ass is damn tight for a cock slut." The bear moaned through the wall, pulling back and Denis felt every single millimetre as it left him, his ass clenching down trying to hold the wonderfulness inside him. Only for the thick battering ram to shove back hard into him.

The power of the thrusts shoved Denis forward, he pressed against the other wall, the whole cubicle rocking with each and every thrust. The flimsy plywood partitions, not built to take such abuse, groaned and rocked. While, Denis's ass, very much built to take just this kind of abuse, took every inch and thrust of the meat with wonderful bliss. The roughness was still there, but he had adjusted to it quickly and while the bear rutted him powerfully, his paw milked his own hot shaft desperately.

Bent over, his face stinking of three males cocks, the stench of his own cum filling his nose, Denis knew this was where he wanted to be, where he deserved to be. He was dirty, wrong, different. This was all he could ask for and what he needed. The cock inside him reamed deep and pressed against his prostate, that first shock of pleasure was too much for him, he bellowed out, like an animal, while his cock sprayed his seed onto the floor, his socks getting so soaked he knew he would have to throw them away. Not that he cared.

"Fuck!" Was all the bear could say as the bovine ass gripped his shaft like it was trying to pull him in deeper. He gave his own bestial roar as he fucked desperately, and Denis felt the telltale warmth and sudden sloppiness of a male emptying a heavy load inside him. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably less than two minutes of fucking the bear's softening cock was pulled from his ass. Denis blushed, as rivers of bear spunk dribbled out of his abused hole.

His entire body was trembling as he sat down on the toilet seat and panted heavily. It took him a few minutes to realise the bear had left, he'd had his fun and used the bitch and now he was off, balls far lighter than when he arrived. Closing his eyes the bull fought away the strange feeling inside him, he got it every time he let someone fuck him. A strange longing, for more, to be held. That wasn't right, not that any of this was right to most people. Men didn't hold men, it wasn't done, it was completely unacceptable.

He was awoken from his thoughts on the strange feelings by a trembling voice, "p..please?" He sat up and blinked, there was a couple of blonde furred fingers poking through the hole. Denis grunted and pushed two fingers through the hole and signalled for the next customer. The blonde fingers disappeared and Denis's eyes shone as a thick flared tip pushed through the hole.

A horse, they were a rare treat, he wasn't sure why. Maybe because the flared tip was only just able to fit through the hole. A foot of mottled equine flesh, with a thick medial ring. The bull almost drowned, as his mouth filled with drool. Those strange feelings and musings were pushed to one side, they were not one-thousandth as important as a thick, juicy and ripe pony cock. His paws grasped it hungrily, as if for some reason he expected it to be pulled away.

From the other side of the stall came a soft whinny and a whispered, "thank you." Denis could tell from the voice and the delicate scent, this was another youngster. Possibly a first timer, just some young stud a little confused, maybe even straight who just wanted to try having his cock sucked. In his mind Denis imagined some young blonde stud, just out of high school, trembling with nerves.

His tongue licked over the broad glans of the flare. Denis's ears drank up the gasps and moans of pleasure that came from the other side. His paws worked tirelessly, stroking up and down the hot pole. While his lips covered the flare with velvet kisses, his fur getting drenched with equine pre. Then he stretched his muzzle wide, careful to watch his teeth, as he took the entire flare into his mouth.

Denis heard another desperate whinny of pleasure coming from behind the stall. He smiled to hear it thinking the young stud hadn't felt anything yet. Sucking gently around the flare he let out his own soft moan, vibrating the quivering flesh, while his tongue laps over the glans and meatus. The sweetness of the equine's taste was wonderful, fresh cut spring meadow glass. It was delicious and addictive, his muzzle slide down further until he felt the flare press to the back of his throat.

His paws worked the rest of the shaft, one teasing and stroking around the medial ring, the other stroking and squeezing the shaft over and over. He could hear the soft clop of hooves as the young stallion danced nervously from one foot to the other. Denis moaned happily pulling back slowly, teasingly, he knew if he went too fast the young equine would pop really quickly and easily.

The bull took his time, letting you young stud get a good feel of his lips and tongue, sliding slowly back and forth on his meat. He savoured the taste and the feel, the heat of the length and the quivers that ran along the length. Denis could hear the young male whimpering and gasping in pleasure.

He remembered his own first time, when he had stood on the other side of the hole and let some guy he had never met, and never did meet, take his virginity. Denis had always suspected he was more interested in men than was healthy, that he was wrong, different. When he'd heard of this place from rumours in high school, he'd had to find out if they were true. Then after his first visit all he could think of was coming back, his third visit the middle stall had been empty. It had taken all of his nerve to step inside and lock himself in there, yet once he locked the door everything just clicked. Denis got his first taste of cock and he knew he was addicted to it.

With thoughts of his own first times flooding his mind, the bull started to move faster and faster. He could hear the young man gasping, "oh my...oooh oh oh my!" He smiled and for a moment he wished the wall was out of the way, so he could see a cute blushing equine face lost to the pleasure he was giving. Without warning the flare in his mouth widened and then rivers of spunk emptied into his mouth. The stallion's volumes a match for even the elephant, Denis tried to swallow it all, but it came too fast. Cum leaked from his lips and ran down his chin.

As his paw reached down to grab his needy cock, his watch spat out a spiteful BEEP BEEP BEEP. He sighed and turned the alarm off. His last bus was leaving soon and he had to be on it. The bull pulled off the drooling equine cock, which just hung there, the young man on the other side clearly too lost to the pleasure to think to pull it back. His underwear stuck to his cum soaked cock, and then he pulled his t-shirt and jeans on.

By the time he finished dressing the young horse had gone, Denis opened the door and stepped out. The bathroom was far from empty, a blue fox of questionably young age pushed past him and into the middle stall. The young vulpine didn't look him in the eye, but the slam of the door let him know he had been waiting for his turn for a while.

A soft moaning from the sinks was coming from the mouth of a wolf, he was bent over with his jeans around his ankles. While, behind him a tiger in a business suit groaned, stuffing the guy's ass full of thick meat. He locked eyes with Denis and grinned at him with a wink. Somehow, without saying a word, Denis knew he was inviting the bull to join them.

Denis shook his head a little, the tiger shrugged his shoulders and redoubled his efforts on the lupine's ass. The wolf howled with pleasure as the bathroom echoed with the slap of hips crashing into hips. Not waiting around to see anymore, despite his cock throbbing to let him know they would think of this later and all the fun things they could have done with that tiger, the bull walked out into the dark.

The small electric light showed the path back through the woods. His breath was misting up the air. His hooves made soft noises in the gravel. He pulled his hoof socks off, they were only there to stop dirt, unlike other species he didn't need shoes. The cum stained things were tossed into the bushes. His flashlight was pulled out, and he was about to turn it on when his ears alerted him to the sound of gravel crunching. Someone was running towards him from behind.

His heart raced as he wondered who it was, a mugger? A police raid? Someone who was out to beat up the puffs? He turned on his torch and pointed it in the direction, only to find a blonde pony. His mane was white, his paw going up to protect against the blinding light, "Err... Hi." Denis recognised the voice instantly as the young horse he had serviced. "I... was just... I mean..."

"I know," Denis replied moving the torch beam away from the young man's face.

"We... you... my name's Tim...Timothy," the young equine muttered, his hooves kicking the loose gravel and he looked down.

"Hello, Timothy," Denis replied calmly, he knew he should give his own name, but... That wasn't done, it wasn't how you did things, this was not acceptable. The whole point of this was he didn't see faces, he didn't speak to them afterwards. These people were not people, they were cocks, he took them to quiet the desires inside himself and to let him live his life as if he was normal.

"I... that was, nice," the horse mumbled shyly. His body was slender and trembling. The young man was wearing just shorts and a tank top, a runners get up. Every instinct in the bull's body was screaming at him to reach out and hold the poor guy. However, that wasn't what was right, what was done. It wasn't acceptable.

"It was," the bull agreed, his voice not unkind and yet not warm or welcoming either.

"I was... I mean, I would... what's your name?" The young man asked and Denis felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Anonymity was rule number one of this place. You don't ask who someone is, you are not here to make friends, or love. You suck, you fuck and you leave.

"D... Denis," the bull replied, hating himself for being weak. His arms tingle and he could feel his will breaking.

Tim took a step closer and reached out, a warm paw touched his arm. "It's... nice to meet you, Denis." The young man replied the contact was electric, something sparked and before he knew what he was doing, his arms had reached out, pulling that slender boy into an embrace, Tim's golden head resting against his chest.

It wasn't acceptable, he wasn't acceptable. For the first time in his life, he didn't care, acceptability could go fuck itself. The feeling of the trembling young man in his arms wasn't acceptable, but it was right, it was what he wanted."It's nice to meet you too," he whispered and sighed, his muscles tightening around the equine. He knew he'd just missed the last bus home, his mother wouldn't be happy, she didn't raise a dirty stop-out... but that's what he was, a dirty stop-out puff. It was time to make that acceptable, at least to himself.

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