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I sighed as I closed my locker, rubbing my neck and looking myself over in the small, personal mirror. My light blue tank top was practically soaked in sweat and the tight shorts that I wore highlighted my well-built body. I was definitely not ashamed of it. Being a full-blooded clydesdale, I had a lot to love.

"Heya, Rig. Seems you finished before I did."

A voice with a pleasant yet rough sound reached my ears. It made my ears flick and had the timbre of honey. Adjacent to my own, a coyote with dark, rustic red fur looked over at me with a grin across his face. A towel was wrapped around his neck and he wore a tank top like myself and was already out of his shorts. A simple, white jockstrap showed off his bearish but muscular body and his tail flicked back and forth behind him.

His arms were built along with wide shoulders and a nice, round stomach with a bit of pudge. The rodeo and stable work that the coyote did on the side helped build natural muscle but I managed to convince him to come along with me to the gym. Bucker was my old trucking partner after all and where I got my staple of a nickname: Rig.

"Yeah. It was arm day. Didn't mean to disappear on ya," I said with a smile as I looked over my shoulder. He walked casually up to his locker, his shorts in his right hand and his eyes twinkled mischievously. He opened up his locker, the blue metal door swinging open and he smiled back.

"It's not a big deal. Just wanted to make sure you didn't leave early," Bucker stated as he started to go through his locker and look through the duffel bag inside. He pulled out some shampoo as well as a pair of chaps and a nice looking leather vest. He placed them down onto the bench casually and then looked at me nonchalantly.

"Seems to be odd you're waiting for little, ol' me unless you are up to something mischievous," I said with a chuckle as I stripped out of my tank top. Now, being full clydesdale came with some perks and the way the muscle built on my chest and abs was one of those. I wasn't cocky about my appearance by any stretch, but I certainly knew I could measure up to some of the largest draft studs. I made sure to keep my muscles nicely defined, but being a trucker gave me a bit of a stomach much like Rig.

"Now you know you are anything but little," Bucker replied with a twinkle in his eyes as I stripped out of my shorts to show off my own jockstrap. It was much more fashionable. I did fall for the ones that helped perk things up a little bit between my legs. I noticed his eyes look a little lower and I smirked as I brought an arm up to my locker to casually lean against it. I put one hand on my hip, my shorts now kicked away and gave Bucker a full view.

"Awww, appreciate that."

Bucker folded up his chaps and vest neatly and moved them over to the side. He was just about as sweaty as me and I could smell a little bit of musk coming off of him. He put his leg up on the bench and spread his right leg a bit. I could see a very prominent bulge in between his legs and it wobbled a bit.

"Don't mention it."

I went back to looking through my locker and pulled out a red trucker cap along with another clean tanktop that had some whisky brand on it with a faded out logo and some jeans. I then pulled out another fashion jockstrap. My endowment didn't allow for much underwear outside of something that tucks things in close and cradles my balls, and the open ass plan allowed for my tail to hang out the back.

"But anyway..."

Bucker waved his hand a bit as if brushing away the sexual tension that was clearly between us and smiled warmly. "Was wondering if you'd like to tag along with me. Got a resort that I think you'd like."

"Ehh, I got a load I gotta take in the morning," I said with a frown. As much as I wanted to go around to different bars, it was already 4:00 PM and I still had to scout out my route and make sure that I had everything squared away with my boss.

"Hey man, I've never seen you take so many jobs this month. You know you can do something for yourself once in a while. It's why I quit and opened up the stables," Bucker said with a calmness to his voice. His light auburn eyes looked into mine, and I felt myself getting lost in them once again. He had to stop using that look on me. It wasn't very fair.

I shuffled awkwardly, a frown still on my face.

"I mean, I know I'm not short on cash but...trucking isn't something I want to do forever. I'm saving up for school."

"Yeah, that's great!" Bucker said with legitimate enthusiasm to his voice. "I just don't want to see you get burned out. And also..."

He licked his fangs, his long and nimble tongue moving across them sensually. "I know you really like country western studs. Particularly...cowboys."

He held the chaps and held the leg piece up with his tongue sticking out.

I blushed red and looked up at Bucker with a bashful smile. "Come on..."

A bull walked into the locker room, not paying too much mind to us, but his ears perked up when he noticed a half-naked coyote and an almost dropping horse, and I shuffled embarrassed. My jock slightly strained against my now growing flare and gave me a wink as he walked by. He was quite cute but I had to stay on topic.

"I c-can't..."

"You can. You can leave the resort in the morning. How mad is the boss guy gonna be? I know you are on good terms with him after your last few runs. Bet you can convince him to give the job to someone else if you enjoy the stay," Bucker said with a whimsical smile as he walked up to me and practically danced around me in excitement.

I still wasn't convinced, giving a frown but my mind started to wonder. I thought about that bull that walked in. His big, muscled frame but decked out in cowboy gear. A nice, big and brown cowboy hat and the chaps that the coyote was wearing along with a leather vest. Bucker could tell my mind's gears were turning and got a little closer. I could tell his own jockstrap's pouch was starting to tent a bit in excitement.

"I'll pay for the night's stay. We get our own hayloft..."

My mind started to work more, the thought of being flanked by two studs as they rubbed my chest and I got to kiss one before kissing the other. Perhaps, I could take a little break after all.

"Soooo, what kinda resort is it?"

Bucker knew I was hooked and his mouth opened into an "O" before he gave a chuckle. "Seems I got ya where I want ya now, stud."

He cleared his throat as if he was about to go into a big lecture. I found it oddly endearing. "Well, first thing you need to know is that it's very gay."

"Yeah, I figured," I mentioned with a smirk and crossed my arms. I was still watching Bucker and did not go back to my locker. He knew he had me wrapped around his paw and was savoring the moment. It was like old times.

"And there is a dress code."

"UGH," I said with an aggravated grunt and turned back to my locker.

"But the dress code involves cowboy gear," Bucker said with a chuckle and I wheeled back around.

"Seems you forgot about that part," Bucker continued as he started to strip out of his jockstrap. He showed off his plump package unabashedly. His balls hung low with white fur between his legs and his length wobbled back and forth as he walked the dirty jockstrap over to his locker and stuffed it into his duffel bag.

"So, is it just like boots and a hat?"

"Nah. Well, yes. But anything really goes," Bucker replied as he motioned to his chaps and vest that were spread out on the locker room bench. "Regulars like to go all out. I enjoy dressing up myself."

"Oh, so you've been before?"

"Yeah, plenty of times. I know the owners. One of my favorite gay resorts in Arizona and out in the middle of nowhere, practically. Hardly any wi-fi or internet access unless you are in specific areas and plenty of places to lounge if you want. Clothing optional and VERY sex positive," Bucker said with a smile.

"Sounds like a good time," I mentioned off-handedly as I looked at the small mirror in the locker room. I looked over my brown fur and white thighs and belly along with the tufts of white on the cuffs of my wrists and ankles. I figured a big horse like me would fit right in with the club but I did have a bit of a problem.

Bucker seems to have picked right up on it.

"Sounds like a good time?" Bucker said while stressing that first word.

"Yeah, I don't have gear... like cowboy stuff," I said with some disappointment in my voice.

"Ahh, Rig. You don't need fine leathers to fit in. I got just the place we can stop by beforehand. We can fit you right up and turn you into a stallion," Bucker said with a lewd chuckle.

I rolled my eyes but was beaming from ear to ear. The coyote did have a way of convincing me into things and this situation was no different. "Well, I gotta say that I kinda just want to let go."

Bucker could hear the needfulness in my voice. I didn't mean to put so much emphasis into it but it just came out. I was wound as tight as a spring and just ready to lay back and relax. I had just started PrEP a couple of months ago, and I wanted to put the little pills to use.

"Then I have just the place inside of the resort to help with that, too. Trust me..."

Those fangs of his were glimmering once again and even though I was about the same size as the coyote, I suddenly felt as if I was being sized up. I smirked, and my tail flicked behind me. I gave a neigh and stomped my hoof.

"I believe you."

Bucker chuckled as he laid out his cowboy hat nearby once again and nudged it over to me. "So, you think you can ride with me?"

"Oh, I think I still got it in me," I said with a mischievous smile. "So, what do you want to get me outfitted in?"

"Glad you asked," Bucker replied with a grin and walked forward, naked as the day he was born and put a hand on my shoulder.

"We got a few things to pick up then."

He patted my shoulder affectionately and part of me wanted to nuzzle into his hand. I had been feeling touch starved all month and Bucker had a fantastic way of getting me to relax. I guess this was just another one of his tricks.

I did not quite know what was coming up but I had an idea that whatever it was, it was going to be a wild time. Gathering our clothes, both of us made our way down to the shower cubicles. Both of us got some wandering looks from the other guys changing at the various lockers, their eyes lingering for a moment before they went back to doing whatever. They were more focused on their own routine that they could not be bothered by a blushing horse whose cock wobbled between his legs and a coyote who egged him on.

When our paws and hooves echoed on the tile of the showers, I took a quick look around. They were group showers but all of the heads were free. The steam hit my nostrils and I instantly felt at home. It reminded me of the showers at the various truck stops. It was almost like an indication of a job well done.

We both showered down together and I couldn't keep my mind from wandering. What was a gay cowboy club even like? Would there be a huge entry fee and would it at least have air conditioning? Arizona was awfully hot in the fall and this season was no exception. My poor coat wouldn't be able to handle the heat if I had guys cuddling me but I suppose it was a sacrifice I had to be willing to make.

I knickered and rubbed my aching muscles with soap and allowed the warm water to wash away my debris. Bucker was doing the same and his long tail flicked excitedly as he noticed my cock was dropped again. Ugh, the one thing I hated about my species is that it was really easy to tell when we were excited and his eyes ate it all up as he made small talk with me. He was mostly just trying to get my mind off of my trucking job.

When we were all lathered up and rinsed off, Bucker voice brought me back to reality.

"I got just the perfect outfit in mind for ya..." Bucker mentioned suddenly and I looked over, my body flexing subconsciously and his eyes glittered as he watched my pecs bounce for a moment.

"Oh yes..."

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We had been riding in Bucker's truck for about thirty minutes. It was around 6:00 pm, our little shopping spree not lasting very long. Bucker was right about having an eye for western fashion. I wore brown cowboy boots that had some leather tooling along the sides. Light brown trim edged its way along the sides and up to the top. They were square toe and had a wonderful, bassy clunk when the heel hit the ground. They were very comfortable, and I fell in love with them. I had on a frilly suede vest that was chocolate brown in color and indigo blue jeans which hugged my thighs and gave a nice curve to my crotch and rump. The Wrangler logo accentuated my butt nicely, almost as if inviting guys to touch it.

I wore no shirt underneath my vest so my abs and chest were easily seen outside of it. It helped highlight my arms and accentuated my body. I had a nice cream colored cowboy hat that had a brown hat band with a silver buckle on the left side with a feather jutting back at an angle. The brim of it helped keep the sun out of my eyes which was busy dipping slightly down the horizon and painting everything in warm reds and yellows.

Bucker himself was dressed in a similar fashion but with a few key differences. A red bandana was tied around his neck. It was in the classic paisley pattern of reds and whites which streaked intricately through the soft material. Bucker's hat was the brown one that he had on in the locker room, and he wore shotgun chaps that were of the same color. He also wore jeans underneath and when he slipped them on in the locker room, he made sure to have me note the fact that he didn't wear any underwear underneath. Sneaky bastard.

He was shirtless and his gut hung up and over the chaps. Don't mistake that for me calling him fat, however. It simply brought out the aesthetic he was going for. His arms looked even more primed for manual labor like he was dressed to go out into the field. His boots were more fashionable and less practical. The worn look of the leather told a different story but they were cleaned and the leather taken care of with skill and care. His right foot was pressed comfortably down to the accelerator and we were making a modest pace down a backroad.

His pickup was what he liked to call "ol' reliable" and I could get behind the name. He had the thing longer than we had known one another. The maroon paint of it gleamed in the sunlight and the chrome that highlighted the exhaust, side skirts, and grill showed Bucker still kept her up.

"We almost there?" I asked as I adjusted in the leather seats. With everything that Bucker had been telling me about the club, I had been dropped in my jeans for probably thirty minutes now and leaking like a broken faucet. He kept eyeing up my package in the jeans with that hungry look in his eyes but kept his eyes mostly on the road.

"Oh yeah. Pretty much a few minutes away," Bucker replied as he put his foot on the clutch and shifted down. The truck gave a small lunge forward and my cock jumped in my jeans. God, Bucker was right, I needed a break. All the driving around and pulling loads where they needed to go was starting to take its toll physically and mentally. About halfway between Phoenix and Flagstaff, Bucker took a quick left and soon the forest that we had been driving in was starting to clear. The Arizona spruces began to spread out and next thing I knew I was looking at rolling hills and gentle grasses.

The pine trees spread around the whole plot of land. Hundreds of acres of sparsely explored wilderness and amber grasses. Fields flanked on the left and right with plenty of vegetables planted in them. In the middle of this clearing was a house surrounded by several dirt roads, each one making their way into different areas of the pines and towards the forest.

I could see people dressed in a similar getup as me. Species of every variety and body type, each toiling under the Arizona sun. As we got closer to the house, I realized that several of them were just in underwear or even just chaps. Others simply wore hats and boots, showing off their sweaty bodies and muscles. The change was fast, and Bucker chuckled at my stunned look.

"Employees as well as residents at the resort can work in the fields. Helps build immersion... and testosterone," Bucker said casually as my eyes fell upon two draft horses. The huge studs were dressed down. They wore a red and blue bandana respectively and were making out openly, their hands exploring each other and down over their abs. Their cocks were dropped and hard, the pre leaking out onto the dirt as they made out with one another. Their tongues explored each other's muzzles, and the black furred one took one look at me and he smiled into the kiss from his partner.

"I can definitely see the testosterone part," I coughed out as I moved my hand down to my crotch. Bucker noticed it and brought his hand on top of mine.

"None of that now. You are among similarly... pleasant company. It's what happens here," Bucker said as he slowed down the truck and gave the two horses a honk. The one who had his back to us jumped and turned around. He was snickering. It was then I realized that they didn't discard one article of clothing; their boots were still on their feet. They waved to us, and Bucker waved back as I watched with my mouth agape.

They went back to making out with one another, their bodies rubbing and grinding and a bull came over to the trio, cupping their balls together as they frotted.

"Wow..."

"Yeeeeep," Bucker said with a chuckle as put his paw down to give the truck a bit of gas. "There will be plenty of time for fooling around. Just enjoy the view as we go in..."

"How has this place not gotten shut down?" I mentioned as I looked over to see a cheetah with his cowboy hat on his back and legs spread out on a wheelbarrow. A ram had his tongue licking across his lover's shaft before taking it right into his muzzle. My breath hitched.

"Well, this is private property, and we are practically out in the middle of nowhere. No wi-fi and no phone service except in the main building," Bucker replied as his own eyes wandered to the two and watched the cheetah place his boots comfortably on the ram's shoulders as he was blown. The ram's jeans were around his ankles and his tail was hiked up and that's when I saw a wolf saunter up and start rubbing the ram's ass. The ram's ears flicked, a moan leaving his lips.

I turned my eyes away, afraid that if I watched anymore that I would blow right into my wranglers. Bucker continued talking about the resort as we passed by a "Welcome to Rainbow Bar Ranch" sign. I found the name oddly appropriate and chuckled at the name.

"A little on the nose?" I said as I pointed to the sign.

"Oh yeah. Just gay men here, to be honest. Just a place for men to unwind and enjoy each other's company."

"Fair," I said as I leaned back in my chair and we pulled into the parking lot. Well, it was less of a parking lot and more of dirt that had been packed down and tight with all the tires that moved past. One truck in particular was bumping with a bunch of naked studs standing around the tailgate with beers in hand and in just as much gear as the people in the field. One fox was in between the four dudes and on his knees as each one just casually chatted and jerking their cocks to the open fox's muzzle. The vulpine's tail wagged behind him as a deer gave a grunt and painted his hat, face, chest, abs, and boots with a thick load and the other three remaining cowboys gave a whoop in celebration. The deer's chest heaved as sweat dripped into his unzipped jeans and onto the dirt road.

I was too busy watching the show that I didn't realize Bucker had stopped the truck and put it in park. He looked over at me with that familiar twinkle in his eyes, and my jeans tightened. I had no idea what to expect and this was all so unfamiliar but when Bucker unlocked the door, my body moved of its own accord.

When my booted hooves hit the dirt ground, I looked over at Bucker and frowned.

"It's gonna be hard to walk with my problem..."

Bucker chuckled and looked down between my legs to see a very prominent bulge.

"Let's get checked in first," Bucker said with that teasing smile. He was always one to blue ball and I found my fur bristling. I knew he would do this and I looked over at the group of four once again. The buck who just came locked eyes with me, and I looked into his golden brown irises. He smirked and grabbed the foxes head to wipe his still leaking cock onto the red fur of the fox and motioned me over with his index finger.

The rest of the guys ignored me, too busy trying to carve out a place somewhere along the fox but that deer had me in his grasp. My ears perked up when he motioned me over but I gave him a disappointed look and motioned over to Bucker who was going inside of the main building.

The deer gave a fake pouting face and then shrugged before mouthing, "I'll be right over here."

I smiled, my cock throbbing in my jeans. Maybe I would fit in after all.

I turned forward towards Bucker and started to make my way to the front entrance. The house was marked with the name of the place: "Rainbow Bar Ranch" and had an icon of a naked cowboy bull posing with his rump over a saddle posted on a breeding mount. The cowboy appeared as just a black silhouette but his black silhouetted butthole formed the "O" in "Rainbow" which I found some humor in.

The outside posted as just a two story saloon with a balcony that stretched off and out. Naked cowboys stood outside, their cocks out and flopping in the wind as they had drinks and lounged about. The difference between them and the ones outside were they weren't having rambunctious sex, but people were still casually nude in gear.

When I walked through the wooden saloon doors, there was a reception desk which had the largest zebra I had ever seen. He wore a chestnut brown cowboy hat and had cream colored shotgun chaps that had frills along the legs and on the ankles. His tail stuck out through the back and I could just make out his thick ass sticking out. He had a barrel belly, and I could easily see him outside hurling bales of hay rather than stuck behind a desk.

"Well howdy there, Bucker," the zebra said as he leaned against the desk and gave a grin. "Seems you brought a friend with ya."

He tipped his hat at me and then paused. He was still smiling, his index finger and thumb still on the brim. It took me a second to realize that he was waiting for me to tip my hat back at him, and when I did so, he was positively beaming.

"Oh, and who is your handsome friend that knows his manners?" the zebra asked, his eyebrow cocked as he looked me up and down. "Seems he also has a problem in between his legs, too."

I blushed and shuffled a bit. "You can call me Rig... errr, partner."

"Yes, sir," he said with emphasis on the last word. "You a trucker?"

"Mmmm hmmm."

"Figures. Bucker always did like his types," the zebra said with a chuckle and looked over at the coyote. "So, I got your suite all booked in the hayloft. Breakfast is at 8:00 AM and ends at 11:00 AM. If you want any services, just shuffle on down back here as always, Bucker."

The zebra tossed a light blue shotgun shell to Bucker, and I blinked for a moment. The coyote held it up in his right hand and gave it a little shake. "No powder, Rig. Promise they aren't giving live ammo. Gives me some special perks."

"Yeah, like the slings," the zebra quipped at Bucker. "Just had to sneak you in and show you the sling barns and you were hooked."

"Ahh, can it, Travis. You know I can't resist a bit of fun," Bucker said with a chuckle. "Plus, when was it that your black tube sock got worked?"

"Yesterday by a hot bear. It was a shame you weren't there to lick my ball sweat while I pounded him," Travis shot back but not without a laugh.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," Bucker said cheekily.

As the two continued to shoot the shit for a moment, it gave me time to look around. I noticed there was a bar in a room adjacent to this one. Bathrooms were to my left, and a naked great dane put his fingers out in a gun motion near the bulge he had in his jockstrap. Of course, he was decked out in chaps as well.

The bar was packed. Several men were lounging at the table, and a wolf manned the counter. He had a scar across his left cheek but a gentle smile as he listened to the patrons at the chairs. Each of them were naked in various cowboy outfits. Several of the barstools were taken, naked asses on the leather as they drank their booze or had water. Several of them were sweaty and cooling down from the Arizona sun.

Stairs led up to the top floor of the resort, and the sign at the stairs mentioned a balcony with lounging as well as private rooms. Bucker's gaze followed mine and he pointed to the stairs.

"Those lead to private rooms. If you can't sleep in the hayloft, we can get access to one of them upstairs. Can also rent one of the larger ones if you're up for a private party later," Bucker said off-handedly. When the coyote made the comment, Travis's eyes lit up.

"Oh yeah, you are a newbie. You up for a tour? I can give it to ya, handsome," Travis said with a chipper tone to his voice. His eyes had that same sparkle as Bucker, and I found my cheeks turning a bit red.

"Heh, yeah. I would like that as long as Bucker doesn't mind," I replied with a smile.

"Awesome. What's your name, stud?" Travis stated without even bringing Bucker into the conversation and strolling out behind his desk. His cock was completely dropped and leaking, the black cock wobbling between his legs with its large flare and medial ring. The coyote chuckled, noting Travis's enthusiasm.

"Rig."

"Rig... I like it," Travis said as he walked forward and placed a hand on my hips. "Now, when in Rome..."

The zebra's eyes flicked over to Bucker and I did the same. The coyote had taken off his chaps like a pro and was already out of his jeans. His sheath bounced between his as he pulled the chaps back on and his ass was fully framed by the leather.

Travis's eyes flicked back to me. "Take off that extra gear, cowboy. It's time to ride."

I knickered and rolled my eyes at the pun. I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles before stepping out of them. Travis's eyes looked over my body hungrily, taking in every muscle and curve of my body.

"I see you were blessed with a horse's endowment," Travis said as his eyes went straight to my dropped shaft and took it in. He looked up at my eyes.

"Mind if I give it a touch?"

Bucker stayed silent, only shrugging when I looked back at him.

"Sure."

The touch was soft and gentle as he cupped my balls. He chose wisely because those were my most sensitive parts of my groin and I huffed out in pleasure as his hand went along the bottom of my shaft and then went up to my flare to give it a squeeze.

"Wow..."

Bucker cleared his throat and Travis looked over with his mouth in an innocent "O."

"Should we give him the tour before things get heated?" Bucker said with a smile as he watched Travis get one more stroke out of me. I knickered when his hand let go of my shaft and it flopped down between my legs and I have to say that I was very disappointed that I would have to wait.

"I suppose," Travis said like a child who got caught doing something naughty. "I guess I doooo have a job to do."

Travis gave me a kiss on the cheek before grabbing my hand. "Come with me, stud. Let me show you around..."

As we made our way through the bar, I found a lot of eyes on us. My cock was slapping against my thigh audibly but that wasn't the case. Bucker told me why when we made our way out the back door and into the pastures.

"You are new blood and you are a horse. Trust me when I say that horses are VERY popular at this cowboy resort. Go figure," Bucker whispered to me with a smile. "Everyone wants to punish me. After all, we do steal chickens..."

He gave me a mischievous wink as we followed the zebra's lead outside, and I was star struck. We walked down a small dirt pathway flanked on both sides by amber grasses that flowed in the wind. Fields were around and tractors and hay bales placed in different areas. Although that was beautiful, what really stood out to me was the sounds of grunting, moaning, and sloppy sex.

Although the area was open, most of it was used for any type of gay debauchery that one could think of. Men were inside of one another, sucking one another off, or just watching and jerking it. Some used condoms and others went bareback, and a person with a good eye would notice lube squirted across the ground.

Travis pointed over to the tractors where a black bear and kangaroo were deep in their cowboy passions. The kangaroo was balls deep inside of the bear and the bear rode the roo like his life depended on it. The catch was they were on a field tractor which was about 15 feet off the ground. The suspension allowed a bit of a bounce as the bear held onto his cowboy hat and the kangaroo held onto the bear's thick hips for dear life.

I noticed that a tiger was pushed up against a hay bale, his claws digging into it and a moose was going to town on him. The tiger could only mewl in pleasure as the moose's muscular hips bounced off of his perky ass again and again. The tiger's face scrunched up tight when the moose hilted in him, pressing deep into the tiger's hole and straightening out his bend. Balls slapped against balls, and I was overwhelmed with the sense to join into it and lose myself, but it seemed Travis had other ideas.

When he noticed I wasn't moving as fast as he wanted, the zebra grinned and wrapped a hand around my cock and gave it a pull. I gave a grunt and stepped forward instinctively.

"Don't get too lost in it all, stud," Travis said. "We'll have time to watch later. The best part is coming up."

"This looks like the best part..." I said with a sense of wistfulness to my voice as I watched the moose shove balls deep into his tiger partner and his ass flex as he pushed as deep as he possibly could. I could practically feel the toes of the tiger curl as he pushed back, and my cock openly throbbed upward as the tiger painted the hay bale in a nice white. The tiger threw his head back as he came, pushing his hat down on his head so he didn't lose it as he shot his load, the moose's long dick still buried deep inside of him.

"Come onnnn, horny stallion," Travis giggled as I was pulled in the direction of a grinning Bucker.

I did not even realize we were already walking through the wooden doors of a crimson red barn until I felt Travis let go of my cock. It was hard and stood upright and out at attention. He was my little soldier and he was ready to serve.

My attention was diverted from the tiger who by now probably got his guts inflated by the condom that was wrapped around the moose's cock and to the interior of the barn. It was beautiful and refurbished. A ladder led up to a hayloft and the coyote was already climbing up it to the top as if he knew exactly where to go. In all retrospect, he probably had been here a million times and I was a little jealous of his confidence.

"Wow, this barn i-"

I ran into something that wobbled, the chains ringing a bit as they hit against one another and I chuckled.

"Ahh, the slings," I said as I reached forward and my hand wrapped around the silver chains. They were tied towards the ceiling and the sling's black leather hovered above the ground tantalizingly.

Travis stepped forward towards me and wrapped his arms around my chest. I could feel his breath on my ear and he placed his chin on my shoulder. "Yep, my personal favorite part. Are you a fan?"

His hands traveled along my chest and I gulped, my heart starting to race. They moved across my fur with expert precision and I breathed out deeply.

"You could say so."

"Ain't no better place to fuck. You need condoms? The barns come with a dispenser and with lube," Travis said as he pointed over to what appeared to be a napkin dispenser filled with sample bottles of lube and stacks upon stacks of condoms.

"Naw, I just got on PrEP and am eager to try it out," I said as I watched the hands come up to my nipples and give them a pinch. I growled out as he brought the sensitive nubs between his thumb and forefinger and gave them a squeeze.

I watched Bucker come back down the ladder holding a box of condoms in his right hand and a bottle of lube in the other, and he watched Travis and I with a smile. He placed the condoms down by the second sling and threw me a bottle of lube underhanded, and I caught it easily.

"Ohhh, a naughty horse that needs a couple loads, huh?"

I paused for a moment and clicked my tongue as he nibbled on my neck. My cock was achingly hard now, sticking straight out and leaking onto the dirt floor. Different people stopped at the door of the barn and got a great view of Travis's ass as it flexed forward to put his thick cock up against my cheeks.

"How did you know I'm a bottom?"

"Your body tells me, Rig," Travis said with a chuckle and kissed me on the cheek. "Why don't I give you an introduction to what the resort has in store for you?"

"Mmmmh," I whimpered out. I had to get off. The whole drive had been such a tease and now my blood was practically boiling. The teasing in the locker room, the public sex, the touching from Travis, and now the way his hands were moving across my body was pushing me to the brink.

"Seems you lost your ability to speak. Let me help you get on the sling," Travis commanded with a dominant growl to his voice and it shivered down my spine.

Meanwhile, a caribou watched us, his long cock dangling out. He started stroking it while watching us. He wore a black cowboy hat that allowed his antlers to stick through, and his boots had spurs in them that clinked as he moved. He started to walk into the barn, and Bucker raised an eyebrow.

The caribou wordlessly picked a condom out of his gun holster around his waist and looked over at Bucker. Bucker nodded in agreement, and the caribou unwrapped it. Bucker climbed into the sling and motioned for the caribou to come closer. The caribou pulled the condom out of its package and slowly unrolled it onto his long dick as he walked over. Bucker had already put his booted feet into the stirrups and was rubbing some lube onto his tailhole. It was so casual and so quick, and before I could make some quip, Bucker had already taken the older caribou to the hilt in one quick thrust. I saw Bucker grimace as he adjusted to the caribou's length and girth, and he groaned out as his hole was stretched quick and fast. The nameless caribou was already thrusting, his strokes employing more than half of what must have been at least eight inches, knowing full well the coyote could take it. The sling clinged, the chains rattling as the caribou's cock filled each crack and crevice inside of the coyote.

"Fuck me hard, stud. Give it to me, cowboy," Bucker yelled out and grabbed onto his cowboy hat to make sure it stayed on his head. The caribou obliged and picked up his pace. I watched it all, bathing in the sheer eroticism of the scene. We had only been in the barn for three minutes and a friend of mine was already getting pounded. The scandalousness of the situation only made me harder, and Travis took note.

"Hey, we got an audience," Travis stated and stuck a thumb out over his shoulder.

I looked over to see several people from the bar had followed us out and were watching us. Even the stag from the parking lot who had cum before all over the fox was there along with the fox who gave me a cheerful wave.

I felt the zebra start to move to my back and begin to gently nudge me in the direction of the sling. The hand pushed with a firmness on my lower back and my boots shook on the ground as he slowly started to lead me towards the first sling. Bucker was shaking in the sling, his cock out of his sheath with all six and a half inches flopping around in the wind, his thick PA flopping against his tummy with each of the caribou's thrusts. The caribou was still somewhat quiet, only letting out harsh grunts as his balls clapped against the coyote's upturned ass.

"Yeah, pound my ass, cowpoke," Bucker groaned as his sling shook with each thrust into him. I realized I was about to be in the same position as Bucker as I turned around and laid down in the sling. My warm back was cooled by the leather material of the sling, and I grunted out as the zebra grabbed each of my legs and put my booted feet through the two stirrups of the sling. He gave me a grin.

"It's better if you just relax, hun. I can see how tense you are from here," Travis said seductively as he walked around me and trailed a finger up my thigh. I was spread eagle, my body on full display for everyone to see and I blushed when I noticed Travis's hand working his thick, black cock. He was hard and it looked intimidating. His foot or so of horse cock and about 7.5 inches of girth throbbed with passion, his pronounced medial ring engorged as he rubbed over it with his right thumb, accentuating its added girth. My ankles were high enough that my winking hole was exposed to the elements. He grabbed the lube that was on the table and put a healthy amount on his fingers.

Walking back over to me, he placed his cool, lubey fingers on my hole and started to teasingly trail them around it. I hissed in pleasure, my tail hiking back to allow him access. I needed that feeling on my hole, and my cock was flagging high. Bringing my hands down to my nipples, I gave them light pinches and the zebra smiled.

"Ahh, so that's what the hoss likes," Travis chuckled and brought his left hand up to cup my balls, rolling them lightly in his hands. I could feel myself starting to relax, my hole beginning to open up just a little bit and Travis seized the opportunity. He pushed his fingers in and started to stretch me, and I melted. Although there was an initial burst of pain as my hole was stretched, Travis took extra care to stretch my hole gently. There was a squelching sound as my hole squeezed around his fingers, and Travis pushed deeper. I moaned out, my body shaking, and I heard groans from the rest of the cowboys around me.

"Yeah, push into that stud's hole nice and deep," the stag off to the side said as he jacked off his cum-covered cock. The sound of it reached my ears and it reminded me of what position I was in. Travis seemed to take note, looking off to the side. I realized there were small, brown bottles sitting along his belt buckle where ammo would be for a rifle.

Travis took one of the bottles off of his belt and popped open the cap. He plugged one of his nostrils, inhaling deep, and I instantly saw his eyes fog over and his cock jump. He held the poppers bottle out to me and shook it.

"Want a hit?"

I nodded, grabbing the bottle and doing the same and felt a rush of endorphins move through my body instantly, a wave of warmth washing over me. He watched my cock bounce and lined up his own cock with my lubed up hole. I did not even see him put lube on his dick, but it had that translucent sheen that told me it was relatively recent.

"Ready to ride, cowpoke? Cowboy up and take it, pardner," Travis said with a smirk. I was far too hard and running on the popper's high that I just gave a grunt of affirmation, and he rolled his hips to plunge that massive, black spire into me. Meanwhile, Bucker was yelling like a rustler in heat as the caribou continued to pound into his relentlessly. He gathered a crowd around himself too; a large brown bear was stroking himself off near Bucker's muzzle. His thick, uncut cock was inches away from Bucker and the brown bear tweaked his nipples as Bucker was getting fucked.

"You want to suck me off, coyote?" the brown bear growled as he jerked off his cock right near the coyote's muzzle.

The caribou spoke up in a low, gruff voice. "Naw. I want him to keep yelling. It's getting me there..."

The brown bear nodded but kept jerking himself off right near the coyote's muzzle. Bucker leaned over and slurped the bear's cock head.

Travis's huge cock spread open my hole. I felt his flare work me open, and my eyes watered a bit. He was the biggest cock I had ever tried to shove up my hole and it was showing. The poppers did their work, the drug still flowing through my veins. I shivered, taking another hit of the poppers and feeling the familiar head rush that made me crave dick. Travis kept pushing in bareback, his cock spreading me so deliciously, and inch after inch was swallowed up by my hole.

It felt amazing but I could feel my body beginning to come down from my high and the stretch was far too much for me to handle.

"P-pull out," I grunted as Travis's medial ring approached my hole. "Starting to hurt..."

Travis immediately pulled himself out of my hole, and I felt that pleasurable stretch leave it. I shuddered as air rushed into my gaping hole, accentuating the ache. My battered hole tried to squeeze back to its original position and I grimaced a bit. Travis put a hand on my abs, patting them.

"Been a while, huh?" he said with a note of concern in his voice. His gaze softened and he frowned. "That's okay. Just don't like seeing you hurt."

The worried look was sweet and although the poppers were starting to wear off, my libido was still very much raring to go.

"It's okay," I replied back with a smile. "I've never taken someone as large as you before. Try again?"

I took another deep inhale from the poppers as I felt Travis's thick cockhead spread my tailhole again, gasping as the sensation of fullness consumed my body along with the heat from the poppers hit. It was a little easier this time, and Travis stopped sliding in right as I felt his medial ring press against my tailhole. He pressed a little deeper, but the added girth of the ring caused me to grimace in pain.

"Ugh, out stud... sorry," I said.

Travis slowly slid his cock out of me, and his head popped out with a loud squelch. He tipped his hat to me and smiled, and I returned the gesture.

"Heh, yeah..." Travis said with a blush. "Don't worry about it. Besides, I want you to enjoy yourself... say..."

Travis looked over to see the caribou still pounding away at Bucker, and I could see the lightbulb above his head turn on pretty much immediately. He looked over at Bucker who had his hand wrapped around his cock and was jerking himself off at a steady pace as the caribou pummeled him.

"Hey Joseph, can I ask a favor?" Travis said that handsome smile as he walked towards the caribou and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Hmmm, yeah?"

"I want you to take our newest guest for a ride," Travis said a sleazy grin. "You are always so gentle with the new ones, and he seems eager."

The massive top nodded and pulled right on out of the coyote who gave a long moan. Some of the lube from his hole dripped down out of his used hole and onto the ground.

"Fuck... someone put SOMETHING in me!" Bucker practically whined as his tail wagged underneath him. Travis then stepped forward, his footlong cock throbbing in open air. Joseph handed the zebra a condom, and Travis slipped it over his bare cock, still covered in lube from Rig's hole. He made sure the reservoir of the condom had plenty of room.

The bear that was trying to get in Bucker's muzzle still jerked off, his hand slapping his balls and the pre that came out of his cock head leaked down onto Bucker's rustic red fur and grinned at Travis. From the way Travis ran the joint, he was clearly the ring leader.

"Better bite down on something, yote," Travis said cockily as he briefly doffed his hat to the coyote, his demeanor changing from being gentle with me to cocky with Bucker. It was clear they knew one another's limits and it seemed Bucker was a pro zebra rider.

Grinning, Bucker tipped his hat at Travis and replied, "Nah. I know what you feel l-OHHHH!"

In one thrust, Travis sunk in and Bucker's feet curled. The rest of the cowboys in their whooped, and one or two of the onlookers lost their loads as they heard Bucker groan out in need. The dirt was splattered with cum. My focus was right on the massive caribou that was now towering over me. He had deep brown fur which was highlighted by his white chest, abs, and thighs. He was built like a truck and was probably wider than me. His cock looked about 8 inches, and he had two orange sized balls to boot. He was clearly packing, but he disarmed me with a smile.

That was new. He barely showed any expression with Bucker, and here he was showing teeth. He tipped his hat formally at me with a little less cheekiness than Bucker, and I was instantly lost in those ocean blue eyes of his.

"Howdy," he said in a deep, baritone voice that shot down my spine. He was a dreamy, grizzled man, and I could smell him from the sling. His musk was almost alpine and underneath the soaps that he wore, he had a nice smokiness to him.

"Howdy, stud," I said perhaps a bit too dreamily. A condom was still around his cock, the one he used on Bucker filled with pre and the bulb of rubber wobbled between his legs when he cocked his hips.

"So hoss, you used to being the stud, huh? Gotta say, you handled Travis well for your first time. I can't even take his flare," Joseph said casually as he casually pulled off the condom and dropped it onto the ground. It landed unceremoniously with a splat.

I was speechless, especially when his nimble fingers found my hole and pushed in. He slid in extraordinarily easy, and the caribou made note of it. All the eyes in the barn were on me now, and I held my breath when he inserted another finger.

"Just let me know if any of it hurts," Joseph grunted as he reached into his other hand and pulled out a bottle of poppers and tossed it under-handed to me. I caught it before bringing it up to my nose to take another whiff. Immediately, the chemical started to do its work and my cock throbbed and the flare ballooned. My hole clenched around Joseph's fingers as he prepped me and he chuckled.

"Alright, I get the memo. Someone's got it bad," Joseph said as he pulled out of my hole. When I threw back the poppers, he took a hit as well and I finally felt all of him right against my hole.

"Before I go in, you want a condom on or not? I'm on PrEP," Joseph continued after he took a hit of the poppers and started to thrust against me. I could feel his cock teasingly sliding past my hole and nudging my balls and I groaned out.

"I want to ride bareback," I whispered lustfully, and he immediately pulled back before popping the head in. There was hardly any resistance. With Travis stretching me out and Joseph using his fingers, I was practically putty and able to be mended into whatever he wanted. I definitely appreciated Joseph's thinner cockhead compared to Travis's thicker one.

"Yes sir," Joseph replied back politely as he started to sink deeper into me. I felt no pain at first, Travis practically spreading my hole and sinking to the midpoint. However, there was a moment where I had to press my hand onto Joseph's chest. He chuckled, leaning forward to nuzzling into my neck before kissing.

"Don't worry about it, hun. Just tell me when."

We waited for about 20 seconds or so as I worked my anal muscles around his cock. My head was still swimming from the poppers. I saw the stag from the parking lot step forward, a bottle of poppers in his hand. He held it underneath my nose and smirked.

"Take a good whiff, stud," the stag said, his abs and chest glistening with sweat as he positioned the vial underneath my nose. His rock-hard cock stood out just like everyone else, and he was huffing and puffing as he leaned over me. These poppers smelled a little different, the scent much muskier, and my pain was immediately replaced with a burning desire. I gripped my nipples, flicking them repeatedly as Joseph continued his descent into me. I needed all eight of his inches in me right there.

"Yeah, that's good. Keep it up," Joseph cooed and leaned forward. His abs cushioned my horse cock, squeezing around it and his lips met mine in a passionate kiss. It was soft but also primal, our tongues battling for control in one another's muzzles as we made out. In the meantime, Bucker was holding onto the chains for dear life once again.

"Yes, keep goin'! Wreck my ass!" Bucker begged as Travis's balls slapped against his ass again and again. The zebra's face was in a grimace as he moved with speed and ferocity. I was thankful he held back on me, as he was using a force on Bucker that would have wrecked me for the evening right out the gate. The bear that was jacking off by Bucker's face gave a sudden and unceremonious roar as he painted Bucker's face and chest in white. Shot after shot of cum blasted across the coyote's mouth and across his cheeks. Bucker opened up his mouth and licked it up. He made sure that each drop made it somewhere on him, and the coyote took off his hat as he was being fucked to check that it was clean before putting it back on.

The bear thanked Bucker by rubbing his spent cock on the coyote's fur and then walked off. I had a partner much like that right by my own face; the stag jerked off near my muzzle and smirked down at me. He pushed my left hand away and started to rub and flick my nipple.

"I'll play with your balls if you jerk me off," the stag offered and I couldn't see why not. I nodded, not moving my mouth so I could continue making out with Joseph. As he pinched my nipple with his left hand, his other hand moved down to my balls and I did my end of the bargain. My hand wrapped around his tool. The generous 8 inches was on par with Joseph's cock but he was thinner and not as girthy. Speaking of Joseph, when the caribou bottomed out in me, the pounding in my ass turned into what could only be described as an electrical pleasure, and my body shuddered as he thrust.

Joseph pulled his tongue from my mouth with a wet pop and a string of saliva connected us together. He was smirking from ear to ear, and I felt more inches make their way inside of me. The stag looked at the caribou with an equally mischievousness in his eyes.

"Seems he likes his balls played with," the large stag commented as he gripped my scrotum tightly for a moment before letting it go and giving them a pat. "He's as hard as a rock."

"Mmm hmm. We'll have fun with this one. Seems like he'll be coming back....if we treat him right," Joseph replied as he started to speed up his thrusting. Bucker was groaning out in pleasure, the fox now taking the bear's place by him. Bucker leaned over and started sucking off the fox's dick, his length perfectly framed by the brown leather of his chaps. The coyote's hand was replaced by Travis's now who jerked him off along with his thrusts. The two were in perfect harmony with one another and their moans and crash of their hips luckily overshadowed my own yelp of pleasure when Joseph started to piston in and out of me.

The slurping from Bucker told me that the coyote found his way to the fox's cock, and the thought gave me some inspiration. I leaned over to the stag that was right by me and eagerly took his dick into my muzzle. His cock had a hint of musk from whatever shenanigans he did beforehand, but my tongue cleaned it all off, tasting the flavor of his cum that had kept his dick lubed. I kept going down his cock and gagged a little bit when the tip went down my throat and his shaft expanded, and I felt his hand on the top of my head guiding me forward.

"Wow, this horse feels so good," the still unnamed stag groaned out as he thrust forward, and I felt his full balls push flush right against my chin. He still continued to play with my nipples, alternating between them which made my pecs jump. I felt Joseph slowly begin to speed up his thrusting, increasing the length of each of his strokes as he threw more of his body into his fucking. Each time he hilted inside of me, my rump gave off a squelching sound ,and I felt his balls plap loudly in rhythm. My own cock would jump each time he hit against that special spot, my prostate getting pummeled again and again.

Joseph was starting to thrust faster and was beginning to sweat. Sweat was beginning to stream down the caribou's body and drip down onto me, and I was trapped between two hard cocks, spitroasted in the sling.

I couldn't see Bucker, Travis, and the fox anymore, but I could still hear them and smell them. The fox was hooting and hollering up a storm, and it was actually quite comical since he was so much shorter than Travis. Travis was starting to speed up even more than before.

"Fuck...I'm going to blow soon," Joseph grunted. I was so zonked out between them, getting pounded in both ends. Each lick across the stag was taking my full, undivided attention, and I gulped down each tantalizing inch.

Joseph thrusted into me hard, and the caribou bleated out. The sound was low and beastly as I was filled to the brim by hot, rich caribou. I could practically feel the warmth radiate through me, and each shot sent more pressure against my prostate. I did not even realize I had cum until I felt my own load streak sinking into my muscular chest and abs.

It seemed the people around me were sympathetic to me blowing. All around me, there were roars of pleasure. I didn't realize how much sex was going on around me until I heard people crying out. Cum flew onto the dusty ground or into bodies. Some managed to land on muscle and streak across fur and muscle.

Bucker and Travis reached their end. The coyote howled out as he let go and painted himself with his thick cum. Travis had thrusted as deep as he possibly could and ground into Bucker. I knew that the condom was probably ballooning inside of Bucker, filling him up nice and thick. The thought was enough to get me to squeeze a few more ropes of cum out of my balls. The stag whose cock was still in my mouth throbbed and pulsed.

"Fuck yeah. Could feel your balls practically lift," the stag groaned out as he pulled his cock from my muzzle. He practically whimpered when it popped out. Joseph took his finger and was trailing it around in the pool of cum on my abs and chest.

"Wow..." I said breathily as my eyes scanned over Joseph's form. I adjusted myself in the sling, feeling the cum that was inside of me begin to leak out of my hole and onto the ground, and I sighed in bliss.

Travis was still thrusting into Bucker, and the fox had already blown his load and was back in the crowd. The horses that I saw playing with one another in the field at the entrance flanked either side of Bucker. They each had a PA, matching gold. They looked so similar that they could be twins. I wouldn't be surprised with how debaucherous this day has been. Their black coats had a bit of dirt, and one of the draft horse's holes closest to me winked at me, and I could see some cum dripping out of it and rolling over his full balls. He looked over his shoulder at me and blew me a kiss.

I blushed red and looked back over at Joseph.

"Ahh, just ignore those two pervs. They'll give ya nothing but trouble," Joseph stated with a chuckle as he leaned forward to give me a kiss on the cheek. The stag near me was still hard, and I suspected that he would want a crack next. When Joseph pulled out, I let out a sigh of relief. Although the pressure felt good, I was ready for something a little less intense.

I closed my eyes, relaxing my body and letting a bit of Joseph's load out of me, the cum rolling down my ass and onto the dirt floor. I steadied myself and prepared for the nameless buck to come around and spread me open with his thick cock, but when that did not come, I opened my eyes once again and looked to see the stag and caribou conspiring. They both had big smirks on their face, and I noticed they were looking at me expectedly.

"You want to try something new, hoss?" the stag said as he held out his hand for me to take. I blinked and looked down at it. Whatever they had planned, my ass was plenty stretched for it. Although I felt a little bit of pain from Joseph pounding me into the leather sling, I was ready for more, and my body showed it. I was still achingly hard and my balls still felt like bowling balls between my legs.

I took the stag's hand and he gave me a smirk. "That's a good stud. My name is Timber by the way."

He tipped his hat at me, and I did the same.

"Rig," I replied.

"Ahh, seems you got a nickname, too. Trucker?"

"Yeah, where did you get yours from?" I asked as Joseph came up behind me and felt my rump. From my standing position, my muscles were flexing for him and his hands worked around me and his fingers dug into the sinew. I leaned back into the touch and was loving the attention.

"Because I make men fall like trees," Timber said with a smile and stepped forward. Chaps on chaps, belly on belly, and muscle on muscle. I was trapped between two tree trunks of a man and I felt Joseph's hands grab my thighs to lift me up and Timber stepped forward.

Adjusting my posture to make sure I wouldn't just fly back, I made sure to lift my legs and used my flexibility to put them right into the stag's hands. I was now truly sandwiched between the two men and I felt two cocks of equally size but unequal girth probing my hole.

"Soooo... this one is gonna be new for me," I said with a nervous grin.

"Don't ya worry. If you start hurting, we will stop," Timber said and gave a disarming smirk back at me. He craned his neck for a moment, and soon my lips were smacking against his. Joseph had momentarily brought his right hand away from my thigh to grab at his ammo belt and pulled out a bottle of poppers.

He took a hit and then passed it around to each of us. My body practically melted on the two cocks after the hit and soon, I was being spread open much like the bear who jerked off on Bucker. He took my place on the sling and was busy getting his hole probed by one of the other draft horse twin's cock. Didn't know which one.

My hole was stretched more than it had ever been before and Timber and Joseph knew that. They took their time spreading me open and watched my expression. I got lots of encouraging rubs from Joseph and Timber showed his appreciation by using his tongue on me whenever I let out a delicious moan of desire.

"You still doing okay, champ?" Joseph said as he gave my neck a kiss, and I nodded in response, not wanting to give up my little make out session with Timber.

They continued to sink in deeper into me, and I had cowboys gathering around me. Each one stroked their hard members and watched, some stroking one another off or blowing each other, and it was like a sea of faces. I had no idea who any of them were and that made it that much more thrilling.

When they finally sank down into me, I got two gruff grunts of appreciation for it and several people in the crowd lost their loads. I held onto my hat, making sure it was perched nicely on my head. My sensitive nose picked up the scent of cum, musk, and sweat, and all of it was going straight to my head which sent sensations down between my legs. My aching balls rubbed against Timber's abs, and the tip of my cock rubbed right up against the valley between his pillowy pectorals and dripped precum right onto his chest.

If I could describe the feeling in one word, it would be intense. I was pretty much wrapped in muscle, and the throbbing of both cocks in my ass was incredible. The electric shocks that shot through my prostate and into my whole body were more than anything I had ever experienced, and to say I expected it would be a flat out lie. The dull warmth of the poppers mixed with the intense stretch of both cocks.

"Wow, you are going to be a popular one, hoss. Especially since you can take two at once," Joseph said with a whistle as he bottomed out in me. I could feel his cock pulse inside me, and I whimpered into the kiss.

Timber pulled away from the kiss, and his lips glistened with saliva.

"Mmm, and a great kisser."

Joseph brought the poppers back up to my nose, and I instinctively took another whiff. My head started to feel light as a feather as the familiar warmth spread through my body and into my head, and my ass clenched down on the cocks that were spreading me open. I did not even register when the two started to thrust but dug my fingers into Timber's back.

I bounced on their cocks, and their balls clapped together with their combined thrusting. I could feel them pushing the rest of Joseph's cum in, around, and out of my hole. Their cocks were squished together inside me, and both of them were moaning as they synced up their thrusts. I knew they wouldn't last long.

It didn't bother me because pretty much immediately when they started to breed my hole, my cock fired off. I painted the stag's chest, the poppers making me push out my load and it spread itself across the stag's abs and chest before dripping onto the ground, arcing out of my curved cock like a fountain. I could feel it between our bodies, and I yelled out in pleasure as they continued their assault on my body.

"Seems we found your sweet spot," Timber chuckled as he kissed me on the cheek.

"H-how could you miss?" I groaned out, and Joseph started to thrust faster into me. He was using my leverage against me, and every time that he thrust in, he let his arms relax just for a moment so I fell right onto his dick, gravity increasing the thrust against me. Timber's eyes started to flutter, and I steadied myself.

"God, I'm about to blow," Joseph grunted out as he continued to use his little technique. I shook, my body not being able to move and only holding on as I rode this sexual rodeo out. With a sloppy "schlick," Joseph pushed as far into me as I could and moaned deeply. Timber watched his caribou lover's face contort, and that did it for him. The two involuntarily flexed, and their balls hopped as they pumped me with everything they had.

Cum splattered onto the ground, my stretched hole not able to handle it as the two studs filled me as much as they could. Their cocks plugged my hole a bit but it was not enough. Each pump of their balls led to some of it falling onto the ground. When the two were done filling me up, they were hot, panting messes. We were smattered with cum, our fur matted, and if anyone was around that couldn't see us, they could definitely smell us.

Joseph and Timber looked at one another, a smile coming across both their faces.

"We're gonna need your number."

Timber stepped away slowly, pulling out of me and my now stretched hole. There was a slick pop, and he was out. I was impressed that Joseph was still holding me up; he must be very strong to support a big horse like myself. The caribou let me find my footing, and then he pulled out after, his cock making a loud slurping noise as it slid out of my hole unceremoniously. I could feel a trickle of cum leave my hole and start to drip down the back of my left leg. He gave me a soft kiss on my lips and patted my ass.

"You keep safe now, ya here? We'll be here for a couple more days if you want another round. I'm gonna go see what Bucker is up to."

"You want my number? " I asked and he snapped his fingers.

"Ahh yeah. Uhh, let me..."

He seemed rather flustered and I chuckled. What a cutie.

Timber quickly whirled around when he heard Joseph's pen scribbling down his number. I don't quite remember where he pulled it out of. My head was still spinning from the intensity of the whole thing and the craziness of what just occurred. Their cocks were out and STILL hard, and I was starting to feel winded. They handed me their numbers on a cocktail napkin, and then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Heya stud. Just got done with Bucker. He's busy with some of the others..."

Travis was grinning right by my ear and his finger slid right up my loosened ass. My knees nearly buckled as he felt around it, and it slid easily through my hole because of the cum and lube that lined the walls.

"Seems you don't even need to be prepped for me now. Wanna try me now that you're a bit looser?"

I thought for a moment, and then I saw a black and white arm wrap around my neck, poppers bottle in hand.

"Take a sniff and then get back to me."

I did as the dominant zebra told, and my aching body responded. I was getting hard again, and my balls still had some life in them despite my previous orgasm. The zebra rubbed my ass and spread it before kneeling behind me. He pushed his hat back a bit on his head and leaned in to start licking my cum-covered hole, and I gasped as I felt his wet appendage slide over and into my stretched donut. People were jerking off all around me still and out of every act that was done today, this one had to be the most lewd.

The slurps and sucking that came from behind me made me quiver, and I found myself getting on my knees before bending over in a doggy style position. Travis did not mind and continued to eat my hole, spreading my cheeks as he continued to rim me. His tongue spread my hole open and speared me. The saliva cooled the heat in my hole. Travis was quite the messy eater, and I could feel a bit of the cum from the loads I had taken leaking out.

When he was finished, he wiped his mouth and stood back up over me.

"So, how about now?"

"Yes... please," I said breathily. "I need that massive equine cock!"

I did not even know what was going on with Bucker in the background, but I could tell he was having a good time. I could smell the arousal and hear the slings getting worked over. The bear that was on there before was holding on for dear life as the other draft horse worked his massive cock in and out of the bear's tight hole. People were being passed around like trading cards, and I was all for it.

Chaps were covered in lube and cum, and boots didn't fare any better. Our clothing reeked of it, and hopefully there was some sort of cleaning station at the resort. Travis grabbed my ankles and turned me onto my back, and I had to grab my hat again to keep it on my head. He still stood, a determined expression on my face. I looked up at him, resting on my shoulders as he stroked his cock to its rigid hardness. He paused briefly to pull me up off the ground, my back now resting against his legs as the bulk of my weight fell onto my shoulders.

"Time to furrow a new part of the field, stud."

Piledriver position. I knew that I was in for a treat. Travis pulled me up and used his strength to line his huge, throbbing, black cock up with my hole. From his standing position, he pushed right on in, bending his knees and letting gravity pull his body down against my rump. I couldn't help it; I let out a whorish groan as his immaculate cock spread me. It was a religious experience. The sun was blocked out by a pair of thighs, big balls, and the silhouette of his hat for a moment before an anonymous man brought a bottle to my nose.

I inhaled deeply on the poppers, and my hole was practically opened for anything, the warm sensation flooding me again. Deeper in Travis went until there was a pop when the medial ring easily spread me and kept going. It was almost like I was being double penetrated again, and I shook with pleasure. I could feel his thick medial ring glide into my hole, the added thickness rubbing against and then past my prostate. There was only a hint of pain, and my cock dribbled a bit of pre onto my face and hat. The push on my prostate was so intense that it felt like I had to take a massive piss. I tried to relax my urethra, but the only thing that came out though was just more pre. As his hips neared mine, I felt my insides resist him for a bit, and then something deep within me gave way, and his cock pressed into an area of me that rarely got this kind of attention. I was so overwhelmed that I was seeing stars and didn't even realize when his hips met mine.

"All the way in, stud," he said as he grinned, his hands pressing on his knees as he began to slide out.

I had no idea who had come and gone during this whole process. And I do mean that literally. I felt fluid hit my side and up along my boots. Men of various shapes and sizes slapped Travis's ass as he started to thrust, his muscular legs flexing as they did all the work to propel his cock in and out of me. I didn't even know when he started to do that because the guy who loaded me up with poppers gave me another hit, bending down enough to align the bottle against one of my massive equine nostrils. Balls openly slapped against my rump again and again. I was shaking, my mouth only able to make small groans and whimpers as all of my senses were assaulted. I held strong though, the zebra not giving me any room for rest as he started to relentlessly pound my hole, his massive thighs and gravity working together to pummel my hole into oblivion. I looked up at him and grinned just as a couple of ropes of cum splashed across my face and hat, closing my left eyelid just in time to avoid getting it in my eye.

Whenever I started to go quiet, another anonymous man came up to me and gave me some poppers to huff, and I was back to being a loud horse. Travis never ceased his relentless pounding as each wave of warmth from the poppers washed over me, his massive dick pounding into me over and over as he flexed his knees and let gravity do most of the work, constantly lubing my hole with his copious pre. I could feel him working that second clench deep inside of me with his footlong dick, and pretty soon it had straightened out and provided no resistance at all. As he continued to pound, his strokes became longer, and soon his medial ring was sliding in and out of me with ease as he thrust three-quarters of his hard equine penis in and out of me. After about ten full minutes of getting piledriven into the ground by Travis's thick muscles and footlong cock, I was feeling my end coming swiftly.

"Gonna fill you up, Rig. You ready for it?"

"Yes... please, God, yes!"

Travis seemed to take that as his cue. His thrusts started to slow but became hard and deep, a loud squelch sounding out each time his hips slammed into mine. My insides were on fire, and it was enough to get me to shoot another load all over myself. My cock spasmed, and I painted my face, chest, and abs white once again. I could barely make out his face as it contorted, a loud neigh filling my ears. He shoved down once more into me, and I felt the warmth of his semen filling me beyond my bend that he had worked open so expertly. I opened my mouth to scream in pleasure but nothing came out as I felt my own cum rain down all over my face and hat.

The release was primal and cathartic. All those pent up endorphins and hormones were pumped out of me, and I slumped against Travis's legs. Travis felt me go slack, and he gently brought his hands down to cup my rump and steady me against him. His right hand slid down to my belly, and he gave it an affectionate rub, and I chuckled as the last of my cum dribbled out of my cock.

"Oh my God..." I grunted out, and grabbed my cock to stroke out the last remaining bit of my climax. Travis was still lodged in, and I didn't realize someone had been jacking up above me. The man's balls flopped back and forth as his hand worked his cock, and I felt cum raining down onto my abs and spray over Travis. I had been so zonked out that I didn't even realize that someone had been pretty much over top of me most of the time.

The first thing that I noticed after my climax was that my neck was really sore. Although the position was hot, Travis was a lot of zebra to take, and the thrusts against my shoulders and neck must have pushed me hard against the dirt ground. As Travis began to pull out, he bent over and used both of his hands to steady me as I felt my back contact the dirt of the ground now thoroughly soaked with cum. The wetness in my ass was still just as prominent, and all the cum that was inside of me started to leak out again, pooling around my ass and soaking into my already damp fur. I took my cowboy hat off of my head and started to fan myself with it, just laying down and basking in the afterglow. Travis walked around and squatted by my body.

"You were an excellent riding partner," Travis commented nonchalantly, and he pointed just outside the barn. I looked past Travis for a moment to see a circle of people standing around Bucker. The coyote was extremely popular, each person taking up a post around him, and I smirked.

"See Bucker there? He's been with us ever since he turned twenty one. Will we have you back tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Oh yeah. I'll be here all weekend and."

I paused for a moment and thought about my trucking job. They did have flexible hours. Maybe I could take a few extra days with Bucker. It would only take a little bit of persuading and...

Travis raised an eyebrow as he waited for my answer, his cock still dripping a bit as he kneeled next to me.

"...and I will be here until about Wednesday next week."

"Wonderful. You stayin' with Bucker, then? Think your hole is up for some more riding after dinner?"

I nodded.

"It's settled, then. We'll have a room party. Dinner will be in about an hour. Wanna go see what Bucker is up to and get yourselves cleaned up?"

I heard copious moans all around, and the sound of the sling's chains shaking reminded me that my first day at the resort had only just begun.

"Yeah, let's get riding."

"That's the spirit!"