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The dorm room door closed behind him, shutting out the outside world and all the worries and cares that came with it. Mark took in a deep breath and let it out slowly; Mondays were always the shittiest for him at school, especially after the muzzy, warm heaven of his weekends at home. Especially after the previous few days, which had taken the concept of 'heaven' to new, kinky, raunchy heights the boar had only fantasized about before.

He trudged further into the room, calling out a brief 'hey' to his roommate as he set his backpack down on the chair at his desk. The boar didn't acknowledge the smell hanging in the air--masculine musk; sweaty balls and cock and the faint, sharper tinge of a young man's asshole--nor the sight of Jimmy laying naked on one of the two beds on opposite sides of the room and pumping his thick erection; at least, not until Mark had a chance to stretch and pop his back and pull his shirt off with a long groan.

Jimmy just let out a distracted 'hey' in return, his eyes locked onto his phone as he continued stroking himself off. The wolfdog finally sniffed the air and glanced over to Mark when the boar began undoing his fly and pushing his jeans down and off. "Long day?"

"Yeah" Mark bent over with another long groan to push his jockstrap down as well, making sure to keep his ass facing Jimmy while hiking it up high; the boar felt a grin tug at his lips when the wolfdog let out an appreciative moan at the impromptu show. Once he'd stepped out of both his pants and underwear, Mark kicked the former off to the side and lifted the latter up to his nose to grind his broad snout into the stained fabric. After taking a few deep sniffs of his manstink, the boar moved over to lay himself on Jimmy's bed as well; a tough prospect, considering how tiny the cot was, but he eventually managed to half-hang his lower body off of the foot of it with and rest his chin on Jimmy's hip. "Could use a nice dick to take my mind offa it." He nuzzled into the wolfdog's thick crotch fur, breathing in his roommate's own--comparatively lighter, but no less attractive to the boar--musk.

Jimmy's hand settled atop Mark's head, brushing through the boar's wiry mane, and guided his roommate's snout to the crook between his sheath's base and the plump ballsack beneath. He glanced down at Mark, taking his eyes of his phone just long enough to give his roommate a warm, inviting smile and quick nod. "Go on ahead, man. Could use a good blowie myself."

Mark gave Jimmy a toothy, lustful grin in return. "Don't mind if I do."

The two had been fuckbuddies for most of their adolescence together, and friends ever since a much-younger Mark's father had been contracted to patch up some roofing for a much-younger Jimmy's paternal grandfather. The older boar, a single father who hadn't wanted to leave his son home alone over the boy's winter break from elementary school, had brought Mark along; and Jimmy's grandpa, who'd taken in the pup and his mother after the older wolfdog's son had been killed in an accident at work, had offered to let the two boys play together while he and Rob did business. The younger boar and wolfdog had hit it off from the word 'go', and had only grown closer as the years passed and their friendship deepened. And ever since their first curious explorations with each other during puberty, they'd been each others' go-to whenever they felt the roiling need to empty their balls.

And speaking of balls, Mark eagerly took Jimmy's sack into his mouth to suck the sweat right out of the fur and off the leathery flesh underneath. Rolling his roommate's babymakers on his wriggling tongue. Tugging on the firm orbs with his lips. Grinding his broad, flat, eagerly-snuffling nose into the canine's musky cock-pouch; for a moment he was kneeling on the floor the living room at home, feeling the rough carpet on his knees as he sniffed at a much more massive sheath that absolutely reeked with bestial virility. "Fuck..." His voice came out in a breathy moan, and his fluttering eyes looked up to Jimmy; he paused when he noticed the other young man's eyes locked on his phone screen once more. "What'cha lookin' at, Jimmy?"

The wolfdog grunted, his perky ears pulling back and flushing as he hunched his shoulders slightly. "Nothin'. Just porn."

"What kinda porn?" Mark could feel his brow lifting upward. Was Jimmy embarrassed? They'd always been open about pretty much everything involving sex--not absolutely everything, but the two close friends had talked about and done a lot with each other; from the first time they'd tried skipping a shower before fucking, to that time they'd both raided their respective paternal figure's dirty laundry and shared the musky, stained prizes they'd found with each other--so he couldn't imagine anything the canine would be embarrassed about. "C'mon, show me man."

Jimmy huffed and pressed his nose further into his phone screen, ignoring Mark's stare. "Don't worry about it. Just sniff my dick all you want, okay?"

Well now Mark was curious. He continued to look up at his roommate as he smelled the wolfdog's balls and dragged his lips up and down Jimmy's pulsing length. Slowly, carefully, the boar's hand moved upward. Squeezing the other young man's thigh. Caressing his hip. Rubbing and scratching all over the canine's exposed belly; Jimmy really loved that, judging by the wagging of the fluffy tail pinned under Mark's gut. Higher and higher, distracting Jimmy with tender touches until the boar could grab the wolfdog's phone and yank it out of his hand. "Yoink!"

"Hey!" Jimmy sat up, flushed and glaring at the grinning boar, and made a grab for his phone. "Give that back!"

"Relax, I jus' wanna see what'cher fappin' to." Mark turned himself, keeping the phone out of his roommate's grip, and looked down at its screen. He blinked. He stared. He realized what he was looking at, and let out a low moan as his erection pulsed and his balls churned with arousal. "Holy shit, Jimmy."

It was a dog; not an anthro like Jimmy, but a feral one. A young German Shepherd, and recognition tickled the back of Mark's mind when he looked into those bright, shining, happy eyes and over the pattern of that soft, fluffy coat; that was Max, the dog Jimmy's grandpa had bought a couple months back after Rex--the one that had been part of the wolfdog's family for years--had passed. The canine was laying on its back, forepaws folded against its broad chest and hind legs splayed wide. And there, towards the bottom-center of the pic, sat Max's fat ballsack and sheath and large, red, knotted cock. The shot was even angled just right to catch a hint of the pert, puckered hole at the base of the German Shepherd's no-doubt wagging tail.

Mark was distracted long enough for Jimmy to grab his phone back, blushing and stuttering. "I... I, uh..."

"Dude." Mark looked over Jimmy. He smiled, wide and open--and more than a little flirtatious--and pushed himself up to straddle the wolfdog's hips. He reached down, grasping their pulsing, throbbing, dribbling erections together, and began to stroke; Jimmy hissed in pleasure, and the shame slowly drained from his eyes as he met his friend's gaze. "How long've you been fuckin' Maxie? I mean, you are fuckin' him, right? Or do you just suck that fat cock of his? Can I come over sometime n' fuck him too?"

"Fuck, Mark...!" Jimmy rocked his hips, grinding his knotted cock against the boar's uncut manhood while pumping into his roommate's grip. He seemed taken aback by Mark's sudden enthusiasm, but after a moment of consideration broke into a lustful grin of his own. Even back when they were fresh adolescents exploring their sexuality together, Mark had always been a massive pervert; and the boar had only grown kinkier as the years had passed, as his father-slash-husband could well attest. "Yeah, I fuck him. Or rather, he fucks me... shoves that fat knot in my ass and dumps every drop of cum inside..." His hands roamed over Mark's gut and chest, squeezing and groping the firm mounds of the boar's well-developed pecs. "And hell fucking yes you can come over and fuck all- er, both of us. Long as you bring your Daddy, too." He coughed and blushed. "You... you ever do it with an actual...?"

Mark nodded as his grin grew wider. "Remember Bud?"

"That dog you found like last September? Yeah, but what does-" Jimmy blinked. Jimmy looked up at Mark, wide-eyed. Jimmy felt his cock spurt a gush of precum against his roommate's shaft and hand and all over his own stomach. "You didn't."

Mark nodded, pressing his crotch down onto Jimmy's. "I did. Every damn day when I was at home, and Dad took over dogfuckin' duties over the week." A flirtatious wink, full of insinuations that the boar quickly voiced. "I sucked his fat cock and balls and ate his sweet, stinkin' ass out. I took that fuckin' knot like a champ. Even fucked him up the ass moren' a few times, and he fuckin' loved every second."

"W-what about his owner?"

"Who, Granddaddy?" Mark missed the way Jimmy's eyes widened as he rolled off of the wolfdog, a soft rumble of horny laughter in his throat as he reached for his own phone. He tapped and swiped at it while sitting on the edge of the bed, and Jimmy shifted and sat up and leaned against the boar. Finally Mark found what he was looking for; a video, and as he proudly showed it off Jimmy could only stare and moan in arousal.

A large, plump donkey, the silver in the tufts of fur on his broad chest and gut and atop his head marking his advanced age, sat on a couch--not Mark and Rob's couch; that definitely wasn't the two boars' house--with a massive Great Dane--Bud--standing between his splayed legs and resting its forepaws on the older man's shoulders. One of the donkey's large, meaty hands was stroking up and down the feral dog's back, making the stumpy little tail above Bud's rump wag frantically, while the other was reaching down between the pair; the camera's view shifted, and it quickly became clear that the man was stroking the feral canine's long, thick, freely-leaking erection. And as the two young men watched, the older stud on the video opened his mouth to welcome Bud's slobbering tongue inside; the dog pushed forward eagerly, and the two males--anthro and feral--quickly fell into a deep, passionate, zoophilic kiss with each other.

"That's Mr. Grayson, Buddy-boy's owner." Mark's breath tickled Jimmy's flicking ear. "But I just call him Granddaddy. After we brought Bud back to him, we kinda got to know each other. One thing led to another, and..." The young boar's erection throbbed as thoughts of everything he and his father had done with 'Granddaddy' swam through his lust-hazed mind.

Jimmy bit his lips as the video ended, still openly stroking his cock; to Mark's insinuations, to what the boar had just shown him, and to the thoughts running through his own mind. He finally nodded to himself, as if coming to a decision, and grabbed his own phone once more. "I've, uh, got some vids too. Of me and Max, and..." He paused, glancing to his roommate. "...Well, you'll see. If you wanna see them."

"Dude, don't be a cocktease." Mark clapped his fuckbuddy on the shoulder and leaned in to give Jimmy a kiss on his hot, flushing cheek. "'Course I wanna see 'em. Go on, get 'em up."

"Alright..." Jimmy took in a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then played the video he'd pulled up. Max was laying on his back, as the German Shepherd had been in the pic, and Jimmy--just as naked onscreen as he was sitting next to Mark--was sucking on the feral canine's massive member. The wolfdog was bobbing down almost to the knot, squeezing the fat, fleshy lump at the base of the German Shepherd's erection with one hand while his other fondled and rubbed and squeezed Max's heavy, ample, low-hanging balls. Mark watched for a long moment, then glanced over to his shyly-blushing roommate; someone was holding the wolfdog's phone and recording the passionate blowjob Jimmy was giving Max--the young man's hands were occupied, and the camera wasn't steady enough to be propped up on something--but who?

The answer came as another deep, rumbling, husky voice spoke. A familiar voice; one that Mark had heard every time he'd visited his friend-turned-fuckbuddy's house. The voice of Mr. Walker, Jimmy's grandfather. "That's it, suck it just like that, pup. You love Max's fat fuckin' cock, don'tcha?"

"Mmn..." The Jimmy onscreen let out a belly-deep moan as he pulled off the feral canine's cock, stroking the shaft while thin, watery precum splashed on his chin and ran down his neck and chest. "Yes sir. I love his fat fuckin' cock."

The camera shook, and the view shifted downward to show a familiar firm, flat, grey-furred belly; and an unfamiliar, but often-fantasized-about--by both young men--erection. Long, thick, and stretching the plump sheath at its base with a good-sized knot; not as large as a feral dog's, but it still looked more than capable of locking inside an eager hole. _"You want it up your little sluthole while you're choking on this one, pup?" _

"Yes sir." The eyes of the Jimmy onscreen lit up, and Mark watched as his roommate crawled forward to sniff and snuffle into his grandfather's crotch. Jimmy licked and lapped all over the old dog's ballsack, and then took the plump orbs into his mouth to suckle on them. He kissed his way up the shaft, and looked right into the camera while latching onto Mr. Walker's cocktip and gulping down a spurt of precum. And then, eyes still locked onto Mark's through the phone screen, Jimmy pushed himself down the older man's length to kiss the knot at its base.

"Holy shit, dude." Mark looked to Jimmy, his eyes wide; and his erection throbbing and drooling with arousal all over his thigh. "You and your grandpa fuck?"

"Yeah..." Jimmy cleared his throat after that weak, quiet whimper slipped from his lips, and then nodded and spoke again with confidence. "Yeah. I've been sucking Max's cock since we got him, and tried to keep it a secret from Grandpa, but he ended up walking in on me one time a while back..." His voice strong, steady, and rumbling with lust, the wolfdog confessed to his friend. He confessed being frozen in place with fear when he'd looked up from swallowing a load of Max's cum to see his grandfather standing in his bedroom door and staring at him. He confessed that the older man had approached and, while Jimmy watched, grabbed the feral canine's still-dribbling cock to lap along its length from base to tip; the older wolfdog had even let his grandson watch him press his nose against Max's greasy, winking pucker to take a deep sniff of Max's ass before swiping his tongue over and around the flexing rim. He confessed that his grandfather had then looked to him, reaching down to palm and work open his fly to release the fat bulge--the throbbing tent--in his underwear--the same underwear Jimmy had been stealing from the laundry at every opportunity to huff the sweat and musk out of them with Mark for years--and told the younger wolfdog that he'd take over from there; and if Jimmy wanted in on it, all he had to do was say so.

The old dog had confessed to Jimmy that he was lonely and sill just as horny as someone a quarter his age, and would never refuse an eagerly-suckling mouth or hot, wet, tight hole around his cock; not even--especially not, he'd said while pulling his shirt off--that of his equally-horny grandson. And Jimmy confessed in turn to Mark that he'd helped the other wolfdog undress--pulled the older man's pants and underwear down while openly staring at the body he'd fantasized about for years--and eagerly accepted his grandfather's incestuous invitation.

"Fuuuuck..." Mark groaned. Mark panted and stroked himself, feeling the roiling in his balls. Mark had an idea. "Hey, Jimmy..." His arm slung itself over Jimmy's shoulders to pull his roommate in close. "Wanna have a bit of fun together?"

"Sure. What'cha have in mind?" The wolfdog's gaze met that of the grinning boar as he moved to cuddle into Mark's chest while stroking his own twitching, needy shaft.

"Oh, you'll see."

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Jimmy did indeed see. It took a little doing--Mark wasn't all that tech savvy, so Jimmy had to take over for a bit; a difficult prospect with his horny roommate groping his ass at every opportunity--but the two got all of their vids--Jimmy's eyes widened at both the sheer amount, and the thumbnails of some of the ones transferred from Mark's phone--loaded up onto the young boar's laptop. The two then moved over to the small couch in between their two beds--a gift from Jimmy's grandpa to 'make things more comfortable'--with the laptop sitting on a low table they'd dragged over, and settled in against each other in their impromptu home theater.

"You wanna pick first, or should I?" Mark was scrolling through the files, idly jerking off with his free hand as he mentally noted the ones he wanted Jimmy to see; the vids he, his father, and Granddaddy had taken during the two boars' visit to the old donkey's farm over the weekend.

"Go on ahead." Jimmy leaned back into the couch, letting his own erection pulse on his stomach as he reached down to fondle his balls and tease his dank, sweaty taint. "Looks like you got some you wanna show me already."

"Hell yeah." The boar chuckled, loading up the first video, and then settled back against his roommate. Once more his arm moved around Jimmy to pull the wolfdog in close, and Jimmy let out a soft moan as he lay his cheek on his fuckbuddy's shoulder while they watched the screen.

A barn, shadowy and stuffy-looking; it took a while for the camera to adjust to the low light. When it did, the video showed Mark kneeling on the hay-covered floor between the hind legs of a massive stallion; feral, judging by its snorting and soft whinnying as the boar carefully stroked its thick, muscular haunches. A voice spoke up; Mr. Grayson, who seemed to be the one filming. "Careful, boy. He's gentle, but he'll still kick if ya spook 'im."

"Right." The Mark onscreen took a slow, deep, calming breath, and then flinched as he rubbed at his nose. "Fuck, he fuckin' reeks..."

A soft, rumbling chuckle from the donkey cameraman. "Ain't no problem for ya, is it?"

"Hell no, sir." As if to drive the point home, Mark pushed forward to bury his face in the puffy, ample sheath and gargantuan ballsack hanging before him. He sniffed all over the horse's crotch, drawing low huff of pleasure from the beast as the boars' lips kissed its sweaty sack over and over.

"Yeah, that's it, son. Bruce 'ere loves gettin' some good ol' tee el see from a sexy young man like you." A low, husky breath, and the sound of fingertips brushing through short fur. "Stick yer tongue in his sheath, he loves that."

Mark obeyed, letting out a belly-deep groan as his wriggling oral muscle delved into the smutty, steaming pouch. The boar huffed out a breath while swirling around as deep as he could, and then wrapped his lips around the tip to suckle on it. Then his eyes widened and he quickly pulled back, coughing and gagging and spitting out some of the deep-yellow piss that had begun pouring in a steady stream from the horse's emerging cock.

Mr. Grayson laughed, deep and booming, and reached with a free hand to pat Mark's back. "Yeah, he does that. Y'alright, boy?"

"Mm, better'n alright, Granddaddy." As the camera steadied, Mark reached out to grasp the still-pissing horse cock hanging from Bruce's sheath by the base and aimed the stallion's dark stream at his chest. Piss flowed down the young boar's nude body, over his gut and erection, to soak the hay underneath him. He looked right into the camera while bathing himself in the feral animal's liquid waste, giving the camera a toothy grin and a wink. "Just surprised me is all." Then, with another lustful groan, the boar aimed the horse's cock back at his face; Mark doused his cheeks and forehead and snout in stallion piss, and then latched onto the quickly-firming cock to gulp down the last of what Bruce had to offer.

"Ohhh, yeah..." Mr. Grayson let out a shuddering sigh at the sight, grunting and moaning in arousal as he got a good view of Mark suckling and bobbing on the horse's cock while it grew ever longer, thicker, and harder. "That's it, Mark. That's my raunchy fuckin' boy." There was another grunt, and the camera shook and shifted its view once more; over to Rob, who was standing behind the stallion with his own eagerly-snuffling snout buried under its hiked-up tail. "N' how bout you, son? You like how Bruce's ass tastes?"

The older boar answered with a long, low groan of his own. The camera moved in close, getting a good view of Rob's lips and tongue working the stallion's puffy pucker; slurping and sucking on it, pressing his lips to the winking rim in a deep, perverted parody of a kiss, and then lapping all around the well-sized rim to give it a good spit-shining. Rob moaned. Rob panted. Rob looked over into the camera, and grinned. "Fuck yeah I do, Dad. Tastes fuckin' amazin'" And then, as Bruce huffed and pushed back against him, the older boar dove right back into the horse's rump to pick up where he'd left off.

The vid ended, leaving only the sound of two panting, horny young men pleasuring themselves to fill the room. Mark groaned as his fingers worked into his foreskin to tease under the head of his glans, and then he looked to Jimmy. "Yer turn, man."

The wolfdog nodded as his flushed ears pulled back. He had to pause from fingering himself to switch over to one of his videos, and the horny canine whined as the emptiness in his clenching passage seemed to overwhelm him. "Hey, Mark? Can you fuck me while we watch this next one?"

The boar chuckled. "Need it bad, huh? Sure, hop on up." With an inviting grin, Mark patted his thigh.

It took another moment for the two to position themselves; Jimmy hovered his ass over Mark's crotch as the boar held his fat, leaking cock up straight, and then the wolfdog pushed himself down to take his roommate's length to the hilt. One they were both comfortable, the boar's arms wrapped around Jimmy's waist as the canine rocked and ground his rump into Mark's lap, Jimmy reached over to click on the next file.

Things seemed to be picking up from where they'd left off in the last video; the camera showed a view of Mr. Walker's chest and belly and lower body--the old dog seemed to be laying down on the floor, grunting and groaning and squirming to find a comfortable position for his back--while his grandson stroked and squeezed and sucked on the older man's erection. The Jimmy onscreen had his eyes closed, putting all his focus into sliding up and down his grandfather's cock while his fingers played over and behind the swelling knot at its base. "Shit... real fuckin' cocksucker, aren'tcha boy? You ready for Max to fuck you like the bitch you are?"

A deep, eager moan answered the older wolfdog as Jimmy hunched further forward, his rump and tail hiking up and his back arching in need. Max seemed to know exactly what to do with that kind of invitation; the camera shook as the German Shepherd jumped up onto Jimmy's back, making the younger wolfdog yelp around the manhood in his mouth. The feral canine immediately began to hump, and Jimmy let out a hoarse whimper.

"Relax, boy." Mr. Walker's hand entered the frame and settled on the crown of Jimmy's head. The old dog pushed the younger man's head down to bury Jimmy's nose in his grandfather's pubic fur. "You know what to do."

"Mnngh... mmhm..." Jimmy's muffled answer accompanied a slow, careful nod. The younger wolfdog reached back--the camera didn't catch what he was doing, but it was clear he was grabbing the German Shepherd's cock and guiding it to his hole--and then clenched his eyes with a pained hiss into his grandfather's crotch as Max's humping became deep, eager, slamming thrusts.

"Fuck yeah. Love that dick in ya, don'tcha slut?" The older wolfdog's hips began to rock faster and harder as well, fucking his grandson's face with lustful fervor while petting between Jimmy's tucked ears. "Good boy, Jimmy. Good pup..."

"Shit..." Mark huffed and groaned as he pumped up into Jimmy's ass; his thrusting was far slower and easier than the rough rutting of the feral canine onscreen, but he could still feel how eagerly the wolfdog's hole embraced his cock. "If I knew yer grandpa was such a fuckin' pervert, we could've fucked him years ago."

Jimmy's hips rocked in time with his grandfather's onscreen. Forward into the gripping hand Mark had wrapped around his twitching length, and then back to let his stretched ring kiss the base of his roommate's own shaft. "He said he's been wanting to for years." The admission made the wolfdog's breath hitch in his throat, and he allowed it to hang in the air for a long moment before continuing. "Didn't wanna do anything till we were legal, though."

"Mm... You tell him we've been sniffin' his dirty underwear and fantasizin' bout him together fer years?"

"That's one of the first things I told him when he asked if I'd fucked anyone before."

"Fuck..." Mark huffed and panted, possibilities and plans--him and Mr. Walker, him and Jimmy and Mr. Walker, his dad and him getting together with the wolfdog pair for a night of kinky, raunchy, incestuous gay debauchery--already running through his swimming mind. "Does... do you two do more'n just blowies with each other? Like..." Mark leaned in close, his humid breath washing over Jimmy's flicking ear in a husky groan. "Does he fuck you? Does he stick his fat granddaddy cock up your slutty ass and pump you full of the cum that made yer daddy?"

Jimmy hummed, craning his neck to shoot his roommate a grin over his shoulder. "Maybe you'll find out when it's my turn again."

"Cocktease." Mark patted his roommate's belly with a short bark of a laugh. And then, dipping down to press a suckling kiss into the crook of Jimmy's neck, he reached around the wolfhound to start the next video.

This one seemed to be outdoors, in the farmyard; faint lowing and shrill, rhythmic bleating could be heard from nearby. The reason for the latter quickly became apparent as the camera focused in on Rob and Mark, side-by-side on their hands and knees on the ground. Each boar had a huffing, chuffing goat draped across their back, and the two feral animals were slamming into the older and younger man's rump respectively. The Mark onscreen winced and groaned, pushing back against the cock that was sinking into his ass with bestial insistence, while Rob panted and eagerly rocked his own hips back against the goat that was rutting him.

"Lookie what we got here." Mr. Grayson's low, lustful voice could be heard commentating as the camera dipped down to get a closeup of each man's flushed face. "A pair of sluts what love animal cock in their holes." A rumbling chuckle. "You like it, boys? Like gettin' fucked by Granddaddy's farm animals?"

"We love it, Granddaddy." Mark was happy to answer, groaning in perverted delight. With just a bit of difficulty, the younger boar slung his arm across his father's shoulders and leaned in to rub his cheek--grind his tusk--against the older boar's own. He looked right into the camera with a toothy grin. "We're a pair a' gay perverts what love cock. Don't matter who it's from, man or animal. We'll suck every drop a' cum outta it n' then bend over to get it shoved in our needy holes. Right, Daddy?"

Rob moaned, long and low, and looked into the camera as well with an adorably-embarrassed blush. "Right."

"Good boys. Good slutty boys." The view of the camera began to move around the two boars, getting a nice long shot of the pair's bouncing, dribbling erections and the goats' balls slamming against their crotches. It even moved in close, recording the way both Mark's hole and Rob's clenched around and clung to the thick, veiny, bestial shafts sliding in and out of them; and the camera caught the moment one of the goats slammed itself home, letting out a loud bleat as it pumped its feral seed deep into Rob.

"Fuck... oh fuckin' shit..." The boar clung tight to the wolfdog in his lap, slamming his own shaft deep into Jimmy again and again with quickly-growing desperation. "I'm close. I'm so fuckin' close. Lemme put one more on so I can cum, kay?"

"Kay..." Jimmy huffed and moaned, squirming against the solid boar's massive, fat-and-muscle-bound body. Even though every push of his roommate's fat, throbbing erection into his passage made him whine in need, he shifted to let Mark reach around him once more and set up another of his vids.

Now, the situation was reversed; the two goats were standing up, their muzzles being pushed into Mr. Grayson's crotch by the rocking and slamming of Mark and Rob fucking the feral beasts' asses in return. The goats were bleating and huffing and snorting, giving the long, thick, uncircumcised cock grinding against their noses and cheeks the occasional lick as they were rutted just as enthusiastically as they'd rutted the boars. Then the camera moved up to catch a perfect shot of Rob and Mark with their arms slung around each other and their lips locked in a deep, passionate kiss.

"Fuck!" And there it was. Mark grabbed Jimmy's hips to pull him down and mash the wolfdog's rump onto his crotch. The boar's shaft pulsed, and Jimmy could feel shot after shot of his roommate's cum spurting deep into him; warm and familiar, and making him coo with bliss at the sensation. Then Mark fell back on the couch to pant and grunt in satiation while his arms held the wolfdog in a tight cuddle.

"Mmn... that good?" Jimmy let out a breathless chuckle as he wriggled in the boar's grip.

"Fuckin' amazin'." Mark nuzzled into Jimmy's neck, blazing a trail of quick, light kisses up to his roommate's cheek and across his lips. Both of them blushed and grinned, and then fell into a deeper kiss with each other. Their lips pressed together and their tongues danced as the pair enjoyed the moment of Mark's afterglow.

Then said moment ended when Mark's hand, rubbing up and down the wolfdog's fluffy stomach, brushed against Jimmy's still-dribbling erection. The kiss broke with a soft laugh from them both. "Wanna stick this thing up my slutty ass n' knot me like Bud does?"

"Do you even have to ask?" Jimmy let out a bone-deep groan as Mark's hand squeezed and stroked and pumped his knotted shaft, teasing the quickly-growing bulb at its base with the boar's fingertips. Then the wolfdog hopped up, taking a moment to set up their next video as Mark stood with a groan to let Jimmy take his place. Once they were settled in once more--Mark spreading his firm, ample ass wide to take Jimmy's length to the hilt as he carefully settled down onto his roommate--the wolfdog reached over--with a little difficulty around the developing brick shithouse in his lap--to click on his next video.

Mr. Walker and Max filled the center of the frame, the older wolfdog patting the German Shepherd's back and scratching its ears with soft, huffing moans as he kneeled behind the feral canine. "Good boy, Maxie. That's a good boy." The man groaned and sighed, pushing his cock deep into Max's ass; all the way to the thick knot at its base, but not locking the bulb into the clenching pucker it was tenderly kissing. Again and again, he rocked and thrust and slammed his hips into the dog's rump as its wagging tail brushed his belly. Mr. Walker's grip tightened around the leash in one of his hands--which wasn't attached to the collar around Max's neck, but instead trailed over somewhere offscreen--as he grit his teeth. He looked over, staring right into the camera, and grinned with burning lust in his eyes. "Granddaddy's about to cum, pup. Make sure you get a good shot."

"Yes sir." With that answer from Jimmy, the camera shifted closer. A view of Mr. Walker's plump sheath and heavy balls and pumping shaft filled the screen, along with Max's wildly-clamping tailhole. The German Shepherd whined and huffed as it was fucked hard and deep, but seemed to rock back against every one of the old dog's quickening thrusts. Finally, with a howl of pleasure, Jimmy's grandfather hilted--still not pushing his knot into the dog's no-doubt hot, tight ring--and came inside the feral canine; and the camera dutifully recorded every second of the older man's orgasm.

After a long moment of panting and moaning in bliss, Mr. Walker pulled back with a grunt. Now the camera was looking right at Max's gaping, sloppy, cum-dribbling hole. "Fuckin' beautiful, huh?"

"Yes sir..."

A rumble of not-quite-friendly laughter. "Why don'tcha get in there and clean him up?" The older wolfdog yanked on the leash in his grip, and Jimmy let out a sharp yelp as the shot jerked and swung and tumbled wildly. After a few more fumbling seconds, the view righted itself--Mr. Walker apparently taking up recording duties--to show Jimmy on his hands and knees behind Max with his snout buried under the dog's lifted tail. The younger wolfdog was audibly slurping and swallowing, licking up every drop of his grandfather's cum and gulping it down while the camera moved behind him. It became clear that the leash in Mr. Walker's grip was latched to a firmly-secured collar around Jimmy's neck; and as the old dog moved up behind his grandson, he gave it the occasional tug to make the younger man whine and cough. "Yeah, just like that, pup. Lick that dirty doggie ass. Fuckin' love the taste of a used hole, don't you?" The camera moved down to show the older man's still-hard erection as he gripped it with the fingers of his semi-free hand and batted it on Jimmy's rump. "Want Granddaddy to fuck you while you suck his load out of your boyfriend?"

Jimmy moaned. Jimmy whimpered. Jimmy hiked his hips and tail up high as his grandfather's cocktip ran around his eagerly-winking hole, wetting it with pre and leftover cum. "Yes sir."

"You want Granddaddy to knot your little sluthole and breed you like the bitch you are?"

"Yes sir..." Jimmy pushed forward to kiss and suck on Max's tailhole, muffling his moaning in the fur of the German Shepherd's ass.

"What do you say, pup?"

"Please..." Needy. Wanting. Desperate. Jimmy pushed back against every poke of the older dog's tip against his pucker as he begged. "Please fuck me, Granddaddy. Please knot me."

"Good boy." And with that, Mr. Walker slammed himself into his grandson to the hilt.

Mark watched, wide-eyed, as the debauchery played out on the screen before him. His flagging cock was pulsing and aching as it tried to grow hard once more, and his inner walls clamped around the shaft that was trying to keep time with Mr. Walker's onscreen. "Damn... Jimmy, this is..."

"Yeah..." Jimmy's chin was resting on Mark's shoulder as his arms wrapped around the boar. He sighed and let out a soft, horny whine while watching his grandfather's thick, still-virile cock pounding past-him's hole. After the video ended with the older wolfdog hilting in his needy ass, Jimmy patted Mark's belly. "Play the next one, too."

"Ya sure?"

"Mmmhm." Jimmy ground his cheek against Mark's, and angled his next thrust to slam right into the boar's prostate. "Come on, do it man."

With a hiss of pleasure and a quick nod, Mark clicked on the next vid. Once more, the boar stared and let out a husky, horny groan.

It looked like Jimmy and his grandfather had been fucking for hours. The younger wolfdog was tied to what looked like a breeding rack, his limbs bound tight and the leash latched to his collar still clutched in the older man's grip. Mr. Walker was panting and sighing as he let the camera sweep over his grandson's spent, sweaty, trembling body; from the younger man's nape down his spine to Jimmy's rump. The view lingered on Jimmy's clenching rim, which was locked in a tight grip around the base of Mr. Walker's manhood; the old dog had knotted his grandson, and was tugging with still-horny insistence on the younger man's reddened, swollen pucker. "Come on, I know you got more in you than that. You're young, you can handle a little marathon fuck, can't you?" Every sentence was punctuated by a rough yank on both the leash and the older wolfdog's knot, making the Jimmy onscreen flinch and whimper.

"Y-yes, sir..." Jimmy's voice was hoarse and weak, but still the younger man shifted in his bindings to push back eagerly against his grandfather.

"Mmn..." Jimmy--not the one onscreen, but the one embracing Mark from behind while slowly pumping in and out of the boar's ass--let out a deep moan. "He's a real, real kinky fucker. Loves pushing people's limits, you know?" A breathless chuckle in Mark's ear. "I mean, I like a good long, hard fuck, too. But sometimes I wish we could just cum together and then cuddle like you and your dad, you know?"

"Yeah..." Mark let out a quiet moan of his own. He and the returned boner bouncing between his thighs wanted both; he wanted to get tied up and used and abused by Jimmy's dominant granddaddy, and he wanted to make sweet love with his father-slash-husband. And he really wanted to see Jimmy and Mr. Walker get just as close and tender as him and his own gay, incestuous lover.

They definitely needed to get together sometime.

The silence between the two roommates--punctuated with soft huffs and moans as the boar and wolfdog continued rocking their hips against each other--was just starting to grow awkward when Jimmy grunted. "So! You wanna take over? Don't have any more to show off, so..."

"Sure." Mark craned his neck to give Jimmy a flirtatious grin and wink over his shoulder before reaching to set up the rest of his own videos. "Got a couple more that should be enough to finish us both off." _ _

Another vid, this one in a muddy pen. Rob was on his hands and knees again, this time under a grunting, heaving, massive fucker of a feral pig; one that had a massive ballsack which crashed against the boar's crotch with an audible smack with every thrust. The older boar was groaning and cursing as he was pounded hard and fast, visibly sweating under the beast's bulk. However, even as he flinched and grit his teeth, Rob's erection bounced between his thighs and spurted into the mud beneath him.

Mark moved into the frame, petting along the pig's backside as he kneeled behind the rutting animal. With a hungry moan, the younger boar cupped and hefted and rubbed the beast's enormous balls with both hands. He dipped down, taking a deep sniff of the lightly-hairy, sweat-and-smut-smeared sack, and then began to lap and suckle on it in fervent worship.

And then another video. Mark was kneeling under a snorting bull in a grassy field, his hands once more cupping and worshipping a fat ballsack as he nursed on the tip of the steer's long, thick erection. He bobbed back and forth, taking as much of the bestial cock--about halfway down the fleshy, veiny shaft--as he could before pulling off to let the bull's watery precum spurt and splash onto his face.

As the camera shifted, apparently being handed off, Mark turned himself around and reached back to spread himself. He was presenting for the bull; and judging by the way it lowed and pushed its cocktip against Mark's pucker, the feral steer was just as eager as the younger boar was. Mr. Grayson then moved into frame, kneeling beside the bull and grasping its cock a few inches behind the flat head while guided it toward Mark's ass. The boar hissed, groaned, and threw his head back in a half-pained yell as the first few inches of thick, bestial malehood pushed into him. Then a bit more, and then a bit more; as the bull rocked its hips, its balls swinging with every thrust, Mr. Grayson slowly allowed its erection to sink into the squirming, moaning young man beside him.

Mark panted. "Last one, man." His husky voice was low, horny, and eager; this was the one he'd been looking forward to showing Jimmy the most.

This time, the camera once more showed a view of the barn interior; and this time, the star of the video wasn't Mark, or Rob, or even Mr. Grayson. Bud stood tall and proud on all fours, the leash latched to the Great Dane's collar tied around a nearby post as the feral canine was fucked by a groaning, tenderly-murmuring ram; a farmhand in Mr. Grayson's employ who seemed to really enjoy the 'perks' of working for the old donkey.

Bud panted and whined, and the dog's tongue lolled as it pushed its hips back against the man's crotch; it seemed to really be enjoying itself, judging by the freely-leaking erection bouncing between its hind legs. Mr. Grayson stepped into frame, moving over to offer his own twitching erection to the dog, and Bud eagerly pushed forward into the donkey's balls and pubes to sniff and snuffle around. Bud whined, low and needy as the Great Dane lapped at its owner's shaft, and Mr. Grayson petted and stroked and scratched between the feral canine's ears as he guided his manhood into its mouth. Slowly, tenderly, down to the hilt; and then pumping in and out of Bud's bulging throat in a quick, easy rhythm. The donkey's girthy cock squelched audibly within the tight, wet passage, but not once did Bud choke on it. The dog obediently held its jaws wide open, tail wagging while Mr. Grayson fucked its face, and took the entire length like an experienced cocksucker.

The ram finally came, grabbing Bud's hips tight while slamming home into the dog's ass; and the Great Dane hiked its tail up high while grinding its rump against the farmhand's crotch. When the ram pulled out, Mr. Grayson moved around to hilt his drool-slickened cock inside of Bud once more; he fucked Bud's sloppy, gaping hole hard and deep while the feral canine licked the other man's spent shaft clean. And when Mr. Grayson finished, pumping out a fairly-impressive load that dribbled in thick rivulets down the Great Dane's swinging balls and flexing thighs, Rob and Mark took the pair's places on either end of the dog; Rob fucked Bud with slow, deep, steady thrusts while Mark ground his erection into the feral canine's working tongue and open, eager throat, and then the two switched off just like Mr. Grayson and his farmhand had.

But the video didn't end there. The goats that had fucked Rob and Mark were lead in, and both took their turns rutting their fellow feral male just as eagerly and enthusiastically as they had the two men. Then the massive fucker of a pig was allowed a turn with Bud; Rob had to lift the fat porker up to keep it from resting too heavily on Bud's back, but the Great Dane seemed happy to push back against the pig's slamming hips as the dog's cock jerked and jumped and spurted underneath it. Mr. Grayson and the farmhand even lead Bruce over, and Bud huffed and chuffed and whined with apparent delight as the thick, flared head of the equine's malehood stretched the feral canine's pucker open wide.

And Bud loved every minute of it; loved every hard, throbbing erection pushed into the Great Dane's mouth or under its wagging, submissively-lifted tail. It--he--was just as big of a gay, cock-loving slut as Mark or Rob.

Finally, when Bud's ass was a cum-smeared wreck, Mr. Grayson untied the feral canine. The donkey took the Great Dane's collar off--Bud now looked somehow naked, and all the sexier for it--and let him lay down and roll over onto his back. And as Mr. Grayson pushed his throbbing, dribbling shaft into Bud's hole for one last slow, tender, missionary-style fuck, he moved down into a deep, slobbering kiss with the dog; the two looked more like a pair of boyfriends--maybe even husbands--making love to each other than a man having zoophilic sex with his pet. Mr. Grayson even pumped Bud's own neglected erection as they fucked, stroking the shaft with one hand and squeezing the enormous, sensitive bulb of the feral canine's knot with the other. The video finally ended with Bud cumming all over himself, his length spurting its watery load onto his chest and belly as he whined and panted with orgasmic pleasure.

Mark and Jimmy were whining and panting as well as they lay in a sweaty, sated heap on the couch together. Both of their sore, overstimulated cocks had softened, leaving their crotches and stomachs smeared with their loads and each others', and both young men felt the ache of a good, hard fuck settling into their respective back passages.

"Fuck, Mark..." Jimmy lifted his head from where it rested on the boar's plump, firm chest. "You're living the fucking dream, man."

"Don't I know it." Mark let out a low, breathless laugh while ruffling the fur between his roommate's ears. "You should come home with me sometime. We'll all swing by Granddaddy's farm together. I know he'll fuckin' love the shit outta ya." As he gave the wolfdog a grin--tired, but no wide and toothy and lustful than usual--his hand stroked its way down Jimmy's spine to give his friend's ass a tender, affectionate squeeze. "And I know all the animals'll love the shit outta ya, too."

Jimmy moaned, his eyes fluttering at the grope and his hips rocking against the boar's side. "And you need to come by the house sometime, too. And your dad." The wolfdog's cheeks grew hot as his ears flushed. "You can tell grandpa--my Granddaddy--about the two of you, and maybe we can all... get together."

"Ya know, I been thinkin' the same thing. In fact..." Mark grunted, sitting up a bit and stretching. "Once we get some time to recuperate, I got an idea for a little somethin' we can send my dad n' yer granddaddy to get the ball rollin'."

"Do I wanna know what you're coming up with now?" Jimmy aimed a light punch at Mark's shoulder, giving the boar a playful grin of his own.

Mark took the punch easily, Jimmy's fist bouncing off of his flexing muscles, and then pulled the wolfdog up as well. With yet another flirtatious wink, the boar dipped forward to press his lips to his friend's in a light kiss. "Jus' trust me."

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Far away from the dorm room of the two young men, and a few hours after the pair's 'home movie' session, their father figures--their kinky, incestuous gay lovers--glanced at their phones when they heard the ding of an incoming message.

Rob chuckled when he saw that it was from Mark, and quickly fumbled his texts open to see what horny message or teasing nude his unofficial husband had sent him. One brow lifted up high when he saw that it was a video, and the other shot up to join its fellow near the boar's receding hairline when he saw Jimmy on the thumbnail instead of his son. As he played it, though, things quickly became clear.

Jimmy let out a low, showy moan while stroking his erection. "H-hey Mr. Baker. Mark's been sharing the vids you and him took over the weekend, and..." The wolfdog glanced offscreen, and then looked into the camera once more. "A-and I want in. It's really hot that you... f-fuck animals. I've..." The young man blushed and ducked his head, adorably shy as he leaned back a bit to fondle his balls and push a finger into his taint. "You know Max? The dog my grandpa got a while back? I've been... f-fucking him. Sucking his cock and letting him knot me. And..." One last moment of hesitation, and then the dam burst. "And so has Grandpa. He loves sucking Max's cock along with me, and he fucks Max's tight, dirty ass while Max fucks mine. I... wanna do more. Mark says that you can bring me to Mr. Grayson's farm, and I want to go with you and him. I want to fuck and get fucked by lots of big, hard animal cocks. And... I want you to come over so you and Granddaddy can fuck me and Mark together." The wolfdog took a slow, deep breath, and then let it out. "When you text Mark tonight, we can all talk about it. He's sending a vid like this to Grandpa, so... hope we can get together soon." With one last needy whine and a flash of the young man's reddened, gaping hole, the video ended.

Rob blinked, a little bit taken aback. Jimmy was into bestiality? His grandpa was, too? And was it his imagination, or did it sound like the two of them were fucking as well? It seemed like a dream; and as the boar rubbed the massive tent he'd sprung while watching Jimmy's message, he replayed it to make sure he'd heard correctly. Then he replayed the video a couple more times, fishing his cock out to stroke off to the slim, athletically built, sexy wolfdog begging for a good fucking on his phone screen.

Meanwhile, Thomas Walker--Jimmy's grandfather--was idly stroking his own knotted erection while humming in thought. Rob and Mark were fucking? Practically married to each other? He knew the two boars were close--real close, but that's what happens when your wife walks out and leaves you to raise a boy on your own--but he'd never even dreamed of finding another family that liked to 'keep it in the family'. And he knew Mark had grown up into an unabashed pervert--Jimmy had told him all about the young boar's escapades, huffing and panting and moaning with arousal while they recovered from a long session together--but he never imagined he'd see the boy the way Mark was in that message he'd sent. With a gulp to wet his lust-dried throat, the wolfdog leaned back in his chair and played the video again while pumping his cock.

Mark was splayed out on the couch in the pair's dorm; one arm was resting behind his head to bare the boar's sweaty armpit--which Mark occasionally dipped his snout into to take deep, huffing breaths of his own stink as he talked--while his other hand teased and tweaked and flicked over one of his plump nipples. His cock lay across his thigh, pulsing and dribbling shamelessly all over himself. "Hey Mr. Walker. I know you know about all the times me n' Jimmy huffed your dirty underwear together. I know you know we've both been wantin' to fuck ya for years." The boar gave a wide grin and a flirtatious wink as the hand that was playing with his nipple dropped down to cup and squeeze his balls. "And I know you're fuckin' Jimmy and Max. N' as you can see I really, really approve." He took a moment to pump his--impressively thick, and uncut to boot--erection, and then turned over onto his stomach. The young man spread his plump ass wide, showing off the gaping hole--still leaking a bit of cum--buried between the meaty cheeks. "Me n' Dad fuck, too. Have been fuckin' for like a year n' a half now. I fuckin' love his stinkin' cock and ass, and he loves mine. Fuck, I'm so damn in love with him." He traced a finger around his open rim, and then pushed the digit into himself to the knuckle. "Practically married to him, but that don't mean we both don't fuck other men. And Granddaddy..." The boar looked over his shoulder with another flirty wink and chuckle as he moaned out the word in a husky, huffing, needy tone. "...I wanna fuck ya. I want Dad n' me to fuck you n' Jimmy. Text Jimmy tonight so we can get some plans together, kay?" The cocky young slut seemed to take for granted that it was a done deal as the video ended with one last shot of his flexing, clenching entrance.

Thomas took in a deep, hissing breath between his teeth as he stared at that needy hole, squeezing his knot while imagining the younger boar's hot passage clamping down around it. Fuck, he was harder than ever thinking about both his grandson and his grandson's little fuckbuddy; and Mark's father Rob, too. The bigger, older boar had a nice ass on him, and the wolfdog wasn't ashamed to admit he'd taken a few sniffs of the other man's raunchy, spicy, masculine scent when they visited. The thought of smelling it directly--of finally getting at both boars' asses like he'd been thinking about for so long--sent his old heart fluttering and his dick throbbing.

In the comfort of their respective homes and independent of each other, both men smiled as they started texting their boys. They'd both been looking forward to the weekend, when the two young men would come home for night after night of sweaty, passionate debauchery with their incestuous lovers; and while the younger boar and wolfdog were away at school, Rob and Thomas had an entire week to think and plan and fantasize about getting their gay, kinky, raunchy families together.

Both older men were eagerly looking forward to making those fantasies into gay, kinky, raunchy reality.