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Life as a mouse wasn't easy. Or rather, it hadn't been easy, not for Cole at least. As a kid, he had been constantly bullied by every predator he'd come across, as well as most bigger herbivores. And that was despite the fact that he was much bigger than your average mouse. Taller. More muscular. He had a big cock. But none of that mattered as much as his species did, at least not to cruel children.

Things were better now that he was an adult. Adults weren't as cruel, and because of those experiences, he'd taken to going to the gym with some frequency, ending up as a massage therapist thanks to that interest.

All this, and I'm still single, he sighed, looking at himself in the full-length mirror after a shower. Admiring himself, perhaps. Recently he'd had a change of heart. It'd been a gradual one, ever since he started eating those odd dishes that his friends had sent him spices for, all the way from distant Aloia. And some skincare products, too, with exotic fragrances that tickled deep in his nose when he used them, but in the best of ways. Suddenly, he'd found himself appreciating his own fit body more than he might appreciate the curves of females. The broad shoulders, the flat chest, and of course, his pride and joy dangling heavy between his legs, resting against a hefty sack.

It was strange and new, but he'd never been particularly attached to being straight, unlike most. He was completely fine with feeling the urge to bury himself under the tails of other males instead. It was all self-discovery, really, even if it'd been caused by those mysterious spices and oils; it didn't bother him in the slightest. If anything, he'd always gotten along better with men, anyway- And he'd not have to worry about babies, either.

The problem was that around these parts, there weren't many gay men that he could've met up with, or at least, none that were openly gay. Combined with his dwindling interest in feminine charms, that'd left him with no way to relieve this compounding pressure beyond Internet porn, which was only enjoyable for so long before he desperately needed the real thing. Needed to knead on another male's firm buttocks, slathering their hidden entrance with his saliva until they were ready to take his cock. Just the fleeting fantasy of doing so quickly had him rock hard. It was a look he appreciated, but not one he particularly felt like taking care of, frustrating as it was.

It didn't help that he'd just recently gotten a new job, one that'd have him in very close proximity with strapping young lads, so to speak. He was to help the local college sports team stay in shape, through physical therapy and massages. The idea damn near made him drool as he thought about all those naked bodies, his for the touching. In the end, though, he knew it'd only leave him more frustrated. He was a fair bit older, after all, and he doubted that any of them were gay - or that they'd admit if they were. At no time in life was the concept of being the straightest man alive as important as in college. Well, maybe in high school.

He pulled his jockstrap over that boner, and it seemed to wilt in disappointment at yet another day of not being paid any attention to. Today would be his first day at the job.

On a whim, barely even thinking about what he was doing, he grabbed one those exotic massage oils and packed it in with his other equipment. It wasn't anything he planned on using, but some subconscious urge - one driven by his libido - nonetheless made him take it with him. Just in case.

The college was outright ostentatious, Cole realized as he pulled up at the staff parking lot. It was one of those big-name ones that the rich sent their kids to, to get a better education than their less than affluent peers. At least on paper, at any rate. The mouse himself had attended a community college, which had taught him he skills he needed, but there was no _prestige_to the name. He'd always had to demonstrate his skills and prove that he was an upstanding citizen like any other, whereas from a place like this, the name itself would be enough to carry one through most of their lives.

Assuming that there wasn't a scandal though. That was the other side of the coin. Nobody cared what happened among the poor and the small prey species, because they were assumed by default to be trashy. Whereas here, if someone was caught in any kind of less than appropriate acts, it might ruin their reputation, or hurt the school's enough that those responsible would be expelled.

Then again, they all had enough money for it to not ultimately matter.

But such thoughts were best left for when he wasn't working, the mouse figured. He grabbed his bag and made his way to the stadium, where his first "patients" would be waiting, once done with whatever practice they were doing. Imagine that, a college with its own friggin' stadium. It wasn't the kind of place he'd ever imagined visiting.

He was soon met by security who escorted him to the locker rooms and what they referred to as the physical therapy room, which was directly connected to it. At least the smells that assaulted his nose weren't any different than they'd been when he was young mouse. Entirely too much cologne, sharp-smelling deodorants of the most popular kind, as young men always tended to wear in the hopes of attracting the opposite sex. It never worked, but the attempt was always made. At least his oils would help make the place - and the students - a little better-smelling.

It wasn't long before they crowded into the locker room from the field, each one sweaty and musky after practice. That was a smell the mouse liked, and he held his bag in front of his crotch inconspicuously as he greeted each member. Most were wolves, big cats and the like, though a few were equines as well. And all in the prime of their lives.

"So you're gonna give us massages, then?" the team leader, a rather well-built horse asked, and before Cole reply, he continued. "Fuck, I was hoping you'd be a girl with big tits."

The fact that the others laughed at that left the mouse unsure if he should've been embarrassed or cringing. They were still teenagers, and the fact that he'd been a teenager once too made him feel guilty by association. But he kept up his expression and tone neutral.

"That would be me, yes. I'm afraid you'll have to hire someone yourself if you want to see tits."

One of the others snorted, clamping a paw over his muzzle, which sparked a chain reaction of others trying and failing to suppress their laughter in turn. Yeah, Cole had been a teenager too, and while he'd never really fit in, he was at least witty enough to make them laugh, still. The horse was blushing and flustered, but he didn't say anything, not wanting to risk another blow to his... masculinity? Dominant façade?

"So which one of you wants to go first? Get naked and get into the therapy room. Don't worry, ladies, I'm not going to give you the bad touch."

There was a real purpose to what he was doing. He had to get them comfortable, if they were all too worried about him sticking his fingers into their asses, they'd be too tense for him to do much good. And he wasn't going to do that, as much as he'd have loved to. Right?

To his surprise, one of them, a maned wolf who Cole remembered was named Josh, actually volunteered. "Right, let's this over with. I'm feeling pretty tense anyway. Kinda sprained my back the other day I think."

"Yeah, that's the kind of stuff I can actually help with. Tits less so. Strip and get on the table over there-" he gestured towards the treatment room. "You can put a towel around your waist if you're worried about your ass."

More laughter from the team. It was a conscious strategy to disarm the tension, but secretly, the mouse hoped he'd get to rub their butts too. It was only natural, even if it was a little frustrating. The constant horniness, that yearning urge to feel a tight tailhole clench around his shaft, milking and quivering as he pumped his cum into-

No. At least not yet. He thought about other things as the wolf got undressed and joined him in the massage room, obligingly getting onto the table. Cole caught a brief glimpse of his plump sheath as he did. He seemed girthy, but the mouse couldn't really get a closer look. As a pleasant surprise, the wolf - once safely out of earshot - decided to skip the towel entirely, leaving his rump bare, other than his tail draped over it. He had an explanation, though.

"Well, really, it's more the ass muscles I sprained, ugh," he groaned. "I kicked the fucking ball and, uh, Just don't make this too weird, please," the wolf continued, burying his face in the pillow and muffling his voice, evidently feeling a little awkward and embarrassed.

"I can help with that too. Where the calves connect with the buttocks?" Cole asked, managing to perfectly suppress a surge of excitement.

"Yeah, like I said. Went a bit too hard on the field," the wolf replied. "Just get it over with."

"Alright. Just relax," the mouse replied. He reached into his bag and hesitated for a brief moment, going back and forth between the normal massage oil and the mystery-scented Aloian one. Wait, fuck, I can't do this, the responsible, adult part of his mind told him. Oh yes you can. And then you can fuck him right on the table and make him your little gay bottom slut, said the devil on his shoulder. His cock strained against his jeans, agreeing with the latter. Just look at his sexy little ass. How scandalous it'd be for all these proper, fit young men to be moaning as you rut them.

It didn't take long for one side to win out, and it wasn't the sensible adult one. He uncorked the bottle and poured out some of the scented oil over his paws, and some more over the wolf's lower back and pert little cheeks.

"No homo," he chuckled. Not yet anyway. Do they even say that anymore?

And so he indulged, pressing his hands first against the small of his back, kneading the parts he knew the jock would be comfortable with first. He was rather tense, but all those muscle knots and tensions were soon melting away under his expert touch, drawing a little whimper from Josh.

Ever so slowly, he worked downwards, each motion of his arms bringing his rubbing palms and kneading fingers closer the wolf's cheeks. He brushed over them, at first, letting his fingers leave little furrows in his pelt as he worked on the thighs, just below his rump. He hadn't been lying, twitching and groaning in pain as the mouse's fingers worked their magic. It was just a sprain, though, and he'd be alright soon enough, and he told him that much.

"I'll have to do your buttocks too," he spoke, in his most professional tone. "Mind raising your tail for me?"

"Do I have t- fuck it," the wolf groaned, letting his tail flop to the side, giving Cole a rather alluring look at the pink pucker nestled in the little valley between his cheeks. He felt rather warm to the touch. The mouse's breath hitched as he poured out some more oil into his palm, letting it warm to his body temperature, and then inconspicuously letting a little drizzle of it drip over that luscious little tailhole without the wolf noticing. Would it even work? He didn't know, but at least he'd get to stare at pretty, glistening ass as he worked.

Josh was still feeling uncomfortable with having another male do this, but the soothing warmth of the oil did wonders to ease his mind, and was growing to enjoy those strong hands massaging all the tension away, his breath slowing as he allowed his mind to drift. He felt a little swollen, more so now than he had before, but that was probably nothing. Just more blood flowing into the pained muscles and helping them heal. Absentmindedly he realized that his tailhole felt a little swollen too, and he spread his legs a little to ease that sensation. A tingling feeling, pleasant and fuzzy, was spreading from there and up along his spine.

With some embarrassment, he felt the leather of the massage table against his bare cock and realized he was getting hard. It was probably just a natural reaction, he told himself, and right now, he didn't mind it. In fact, he liked it. He wondered how it'd feel if the mouse touched his hole, too. Probably really good, right? It did feel all tingly, as if yearning to feel those fingers. It'd be so wrong though, not the kind of things a straight man was meant to want.

So when the mouse's fingers brushed against the underside of his tail, he couldn't help but gasp. One hand was massaging just above his tailbase, and the other just under it, and it was so relaxing, his fluffy tail limp but for the occasional wag in his hands. What was going on? He felt as if he couldn't think straight. And when thoughts finally coalesced out of that cloudy, foggy mind of his, they were vague and submissive. Images of himself, on all fours, with his tail raised. Another male on top of him, a firm warmth insistently pressing against his opening, and him in turn giving in, slowly stretching. Yielding. Inviting them to mate with him.

The oil seemed to work quickly. Cole felt the young wolf suddenly totally relax under his paws. His bare hole seemed to swell, ever so slightly, puffing out just enough that the mouse knew he'd soon desperately want to feel something against it, inside it. He poured some more of the oil over it as he worked on the wolf's tail, sneaking closer and close to his entrance with gentle touches. Soon he was squirming and whimpering, unwittingly thrusting his rump up to meet his paws.

"Don't tense up, just relax," Cole repeated. He wanted to enjoy the moment. But when he saw the wolf's pucker wink at him - a clench, and then relaxation, followed by another clench - he knew he'd be open for the next step. And so, he pushed his thumb right against that impossibly hot muscle, kneading it directly, feeling it twitch against his finger.

"Nnnh, what are you- oh, doing..." Josh groaned, both groggy and hoarse with the sudden pleasure of it all.

Cole's teasing finger slipped inside as his hole slowly relaxed, letting the oil seep into him. The wolf took his entire thumb with only the slightest pleased whimper. It was a first for the mouse as well, and he loved every moment of it, the way his needy ass squeezed around his digit, the intense warmth inside, lubricated by the oil. He withdrew, watching as his ass gaped every so slightly, and then inserted another finger, curling it firmly towards the wolf's front, greedily thrusting deeper until he found that firmer part of him, his hidden pleasure-button. And he pressed it.

With the oil having left him far more sensitive than usual, the wolf came almost immediately, humping against the table weakly. He could barely understand what was happening as pleasure suddenly exploded from his very core, only feeling a sticky warmth as he spilled his seed between his stomach and belly, leaving it to dry in his previously clean fur.

"Aren't you a good boy?" Cole murmured once he'd finished desperately milking his finger. Oh, he'd get something he could properly milk, soon.

But with the youth totally under his control, he just had to have a taste first. He leaned down, keeping the wolf's tail pinned against his back, and stuck his short muzzle between the jock's plump cheeks, sniffing deeply at his scent, mixed as it was with the fragrance of the oils. It was one of pure need, a musky yet strangely effeminate scent, and the mouse licked the source of it, dragging his wet tongue over the wrinkled, quivering flesh, letting it dip into the centre briefly. Josh moaned, shivering, reaching back to spread his cheeks for the mouse and offering himself freely.

Gods, he tasted just as good as the mouse had imagined. But his straining, aching, leaking cock wouldn't let him drag it out. He needed to cum. Desperately so. Cole grabbed the smaller wolf by the hips and pulled him, roughly, over the edge of the massage table, leaving his legs spread and dangling to the sides. The nudged them further apart and positioned himself in between, fumbling with his zipper until his cock finally could spring free. He didn't bother undressing any further. There was no time.

"Hope you're ready to enjoy your first cock," he groaned, grinding his length against the groove of his rump, leaving stains of precum in in the soft fur. "All the good boys love doing it," he added, with a growl.

As if it wasn't his first time. With another man, anyway. But he had every ancient masculine urge egging him on, telling his body what to do without a single thought being needed. And so he rubbed his swollen cockhead against that winking, slippery tailhole, and bucked his hips ever so slightly, just enough to slowly spread the other male open, until that wonderful warmth suddenly engulfed his tip with a muted pop, the two moaning in unison as they fully embraced those gay desires.

Josh was overwhelmed, for lack of a better word, as the mouse began to thrust, still feeling his own sticky, wet mess rubbing into his fur as he was rocked back and forth on the table. He didn't understand how it could feel so good. Why wasn't everyone doing this? Each time that throbbing maleness sawed through his pucker it sent shivering little spasms up his spine, to explode in his head like fireworks of pleasure. He was already getting hard again, and each time that cock sunk into him, he couldn't resist clenching around it, a warm and lusty sense of pride swelling in his chest as each of those clenches made the mouse groan in response.

Cole was equally enraptured by the way that pucker clung to his meaty shaft each time he pulled out, and the sheer warmth enveloping him in bliss on each inward thrust felt like heaven. Already the suddenly very eager wolf was threatening to milk him dry, and he knew he couldn't last long. His sack rubbed against his taint as he grinded deeper, and he could feel it drawing up, tightening, preparing to spill its contents into his partner. Not yet, not-

He was trying his hardest to resist the mounting pressure, gritting his teeth, trying to focus on anything else to prolong that wonderful moment of teetering right on the edge of orgasm. But the basic, primal instincts that drove their lusty dance could only be held back for so long, and soon, he could feel that heated tension in his loins rising. This was it.

He slammed as deep as he could into Josh's clutching body and held himself there, groaning and trembling, his body stiff and unwieldy. The wolf felt even tighter for a brief moment as he swelled just a little more in preparation for inseminating his formerly virgin body. Twitch. The pleasure blanked out his mind. He was just a dominant beast seeding his mate, that's all he was. Nothing else. Twitch. The second throb sent the first of many ropes of his thick, pent-up cum bursting from his cock, pumping freely into the other male's warm, receptive depths. Twitch. His toes curled, and his balls ached from the sheer intensity of it all, but he gave the wolf everything he had, spilling every last drop of his cum into him - and yet, feeling his balls churning to produce more - until he felt it sloshing around inside him, sticky and warm around his shaft.

"There you go, doesn't that feel better? I bet you can't feel that that muscle strain at all," Cole panted, trying to catch his breath once his orgasm finally ebbed.

"...yeah," replied the wolf. He could still feel the heat inside him, soothing and wonderful, even as the mouse pulled out of him with a wet, slurping sound.

"Just have to let me keep applying that balm regularly. Or maybe your teammates," Cole continued, an idea dawning in his hazy mind. "...or maybe we should help them feel this good, too."

Josh shuddered at the thought of seeing his team all leaking cum, happily cuddling in a big, sexy, messy pile of masculinity.

"What was the leader named again? The big horse. He'd look good in your position, cum all over and inside him. Maybe you could help me with him," Cole suggested. "Just have a shower first."

"Owen. And yes, sir. I'd love to make him feel good too," the wolf replied.

Although it felt like they'd been in the massage room for hours, it'd only really been perhaps fifteen minutes. He was still scheduled to check over at least three others, and they were all begrudgingly waiting in the locker room. Luckily, that room had a little shower too, and Cole watched as the wolf used it, rinsing off most of the cum oozing out of his well-used ass, as well as that smeared into his fur. The sight of soapy paws caressing his fit body was almost enough to get him hard again. Almost. That'd happen soon enough as the claimed the next one as an eager little tail-raising slut.

He'd hide in the shower, Cole told him, and if the horse tried to resist, then he'd help keep him pinned down until the oil's effects took hold. With his youthful stamina, the wolf was certainly visibly excited by the idea. The mouse wasn't, yet, but he rubbed some of that wonderful oil onto his limp shaft and then covered himself back up, before calling in the horse. Owen.

"God, it smells like a gay whorehouse in here," the snorted as he walked in, still trying to impress someone, even when there was nobody there to impress.

"Bit of an odd conclusion to reach. But you'll just have to deal with it," Cole replied, unphased. "On the table. Keep a towel on if you're worried that someone seeing your ass will turn you gay."

He was hoping to get the horse to decline it to prove just how absolutely straight he was. Oh, the mouse didn't doubt he was, but it was an easy thing to leverage, that fragile heterosexual identity. Especially for teenagers. Indeed, just as expected, the horse stripped with a derisive snort, letting his sizeable cock flop out. Cole only saw it in his peripheral vision, but it seemed rather impressive. All that meant, though was that it'd look nicer bobbing and spurting once he was being properly rutted.

He laid down on the freshly cleaned table, and Cole poured some of the oil onto his back and shoulders. It wouldn't do much there, he figured. It seemed like it needed be to absorbed through thinner skin, but he'd get there. In the meantime, he'd enjoy simply giving the horse a normal massage.

"Where'd Josh go anyway? I didn't see him leave," the horse grunted as Cole's fingers found a particularly tense spot between his shoulder blades.

"Must've missed him, I guess," Cole replied, casually. You're not going to miss him next time, though.

Very slowly, his paws worked lower along the muscled equine's back. There was a kind of worshipfulness to it, or perhaps merely appreciation. Adoration, possibly, at being allowed to explore every inch of him. It was a shame that he wasn't gay, yet. The insecure college jock attitude wasn't the most attractive thing, mentally speaking. He would be a lot more attractive when begging for cock, though, burning up with shame and lust yet offering his needy, creamy tailhole to any hard cocks to pump into.

Every time Cole got closer to his ass, though, the horse would shift uncomfortably, his tail never flicking to the side like the mouse had hoped. Still, he had no intention of stopping now; the idea of having a whole harem of lusty young men to enjoy was far too erotic, far too potent, and he'd already passed the point of no return a few eager thrusts ago.

"You know, you talk a lot about gay people," Cole finally spoke. "Is that just projection?"

"What's that supposed to mean? I'm not fucking gay," Owen replied, tensing up.

"Are you sure? You know what they say, don't knock it before you try it," the mouse taunted him. "Josh sure turned out pretty eager to raise his tail for me."

The horse tried to get up, but when Josh came out to assist the mouse, he found himself pinned down, thrashing on the table overpowered by the other two despite his strength.

"The fuck are you-" the horse grunted, angrily. "I knew you were some kind of faggots, both of you!"

"Oh, you'll be one soon enough too. Just relax and let it happen," Cole taunted. "Just ask Josh how good it feels."

"Fucking let me go!"

"He's right, Owen. He's going to make you feel so nice. Don't fight it," the wolf churred, his cock hard as steel and throbbing right in front of the horse's snout, filling his nostrils with that musky scent.

There was nothing he could do but protest, trying his hardest - but failing - to keep his tail down. And then he felt something warm drizzle out over his asshole. Something warm and viscous that easily seeped into his clenching hole no matter how hard he tried to stop it. He struggled, but with the two men holding him down, he couldn't find any leverage to push himself up, succeeding only in brushing his muzzle against his teammate's disgustingly hard, dripping cock.

There was no way he'd give into whatever they were trying to do. No way he'd relax and let a wonderful cock slide deep into his body to claim him. No way he'd relish the feeling of warm, thick seed erupting into him over and over again as he'd offer his tingling tailhole for all of them to rut. Suddenly he shivered as the mouse's finger traced a circle around his pucker, and he felt himself clench again, his body winking like that of a mare in heat. Displaying his need to the mouse, even before his mind had caught up to what was happening.

Owen grit his teeth. He wasn't gay, this was just some drug, he'd have to last until it wore off. He failed to suppress a whinny when the mouse's finger suddenly slipped into him and he instinctively clenched around it, the sudden pleasure making him see stars. God, if only it was a cock- no! I'll not give in, I'll not-

The finger slipped deeper and pressed again something inside of him, and he almost came, the sensation overwhelming enough to leave his cock spitting out precum, and his hips hiking up to present himself. His body, at least, knew what it needed, even as his rational mind made its last stance to resist.

"Yeah, Josh liked that too," he heard the mouse chuckle, as he pumped his fingers in and out of that milking, increasingly puffy and demanding pucker. In his mind's eye, it was a cock instead, swelling inside him as it prepared to breed him. Fuck.

"And he especially liked his," Cole continued in a low, seductive murmur, as he leaned down to lick hungrily along the stretched opening. The horse squirmed, flexed, writhed as he finally withdrew his fingers, roughly grabbed the younger man's cheeks, and went to town, properly eating him out. It was the sheer perverse eroticism of feeling someone's tongue under his tail that finally broke the horse, and he let out a loud, desperate moan of need.

"Isn't it wonderful? Just wait until he's on top of you," the wolf rumbled, grinding his cock against the horse's snout, leaving trails of his heated sap along it.

The mouse could taste that growing need, too. The same sexy scent that he could sense on himself and the wolf as he thrust his tongue inside the horse. He could've kept at it forever, but a sudden muffled moan drew his attention, and he raised his gaze to see Owen's cheeks bulging as he finally gave into the desire to suck on his teammate's offered cock. So fucking sexy, he thought, and immediately he moved to position his cock at the jock's quivering entrance.

He didn't need any more foreplay than that. All it took was a nudge of his hips, and his blunt crown spread that tailhole open, sinking into the equine's virgin body, a rich splash of precum immediately tainting that innocent ass, preparing him for the rutting of a lifetime. He began to hump, savouring every stroke into that wonderful, clutching heat. He didn't hold back. He had an entire team to claim, after all, and once that was done, any of them would be happy to raise their tails for him any time he felt pent up.

Owen moaned happily around his teammate's cock, clumsily sucking away at it, not really knowing that to do, only that he wanted more of it. Minutes ago he'd have been disgusted by the idea, but now, having the rock-hard warmth between hips lips, leaking what tasted like a pure aphrodisiac onto his tongue felt wonderfully right. The constant pounding deep into him, the exhilaration realization that was full of cock, in both ends, left him in a dazed state of bliss, feeling so utterly fulfilled that he wondered how he'd ever been able to do without this before.

"Rrr, that's it, keep sucking and you'll get what you want," Josh groaned, gently rocking his hips. "Doesn't it feel amazing? Worshipping cock like the gay sluts we were meant to be..."

The two of them were, in the end, inexperienced. And soon, their rhythms began to grow erratic, even frantic, as they spitroasted the "straight" horse, eager to give him his first double dose of cum. And Josh's sudden dirty talk didn't help. The pressure in the mouse's heavy sack was already building up, each time he hilted inside the horse's ass feeling better than the last. And Owen himself wasn't far behind, already trembling and stiffening as his body joyfully responded to the affections of the other two males.

Josh was the first to reach his climax, and Cole watched, enraptured, as his mouth suddenly fell open in a gasping expression of joy. He was totally stiff, and soon, he heard to horse loudly swallow what he could, the wolf in turn twitching slightly between each gulp. The mouse wasn't far behind, and in just a few strokes the need to breed became too strong to resist. He slammed himself into the horse, holding himself as deep as he could go, and gave in, a series of heavy throbs inside him painting his previously virgin ass with the seed of another male for the very first time, a dominant - almost predatory - growl erupting from deep in his chest as he pumped him full.

Owen could scarcely comprehend what was happening as the first thick rope of cum suddenly hit the back of his throat, only knowing that he needed to, wanted to swallow, and he did, hungrily drinking that thick, slimy treat. Then, feeling the mouse's cock twitch inside him, followed by a sudden sense of warmth somewhere deep inside, he finally reached that ecstatic climax that he'd been so close to. Fully giving in, he could only squirm as his own seed pumped onto the table, a visible sign of his surrender, feeling himself rhythmically milking the other cock inside him, all three of them panting and quivering together in the throes of orgasm.

Once it was over, they cuddled up together, there and then, on the floor, not caring in the slightest whose cum ended up on who, simply enjoying the sticky warmth, the musk, each other's limp but muscular forms pressed closely together. There, they laid as they recovered, ladling each other with little licks and squeezes.

"Such good boys, the both of you," the mouse finally groaned, wiping his cock off on Owen's perfect asscheeks once he was finally limp enough that he slipped out of him. The beginning of his own sexy team of boys. If it hadn't be so drained, he'd almost certainly grown hard again, but now, this was all he could muster. Ah, but he'd be back tomorrow, and the day after, until he'd tasted and rutted every single member.

"You two are going to help me show how good being gay feels to the rest of your friends, aren't you?" he coaxed, not expecting or needing an answer from his equally exhausted partners.

Indeed they did.