Valentine's Day

"Mmmngh. Baby, please, I'm so close already'', Dean the bull pleaded in his deep, sexy voice. His voice was strained, as he was already out of breath, having been panting for a while now.

Ryke the purple raccoon giggled. The huge brown bovine beast towered above him, facing away from him with his chunky ass in front of the coon's face like a pair of fuzzy watermelons, each bigger than Ryke's skull. Dean was big. So fucking big. Tall. Broad. Muscular. Manly. Godlike. And Ryke, short and slender, kneeling there on the kitchen floor, felt so small and pitiful in his presence.

It was just how the raccoon liked it.

Dean's masculine gifts were on full display for Ryke's eyes. The bull was standing with his arms straight and hands on the kitchen counter, legs spread wide and hips angled backwards to show off his goods. With each horny little thrust in the air, his muscles bulged and flexed -- so thick and curved and manly. They induced awe as easily as they could induce death. Dean could use any part of his body to beat the life out of someone. Including that huge swinging baseball bat of a dick that dangled down to his knees, drooling a thick strand of precum and twitching expectantly.

Ryke licked his lips, then shuffled forward and smushed his face into his lover's hanging nutsack, feeling those hot bulging orbs part on either side of his face and tighten in response to his touch. He could feel the unseen, internal muscles of the bull's cock throb against his mouth and nose, and his opened his lips to kiss and suck the area. The smell here was the smell of heaven. Dean had just come from the gym. He was sweaty and musky -- the smell of a proper man. And the hot kitchen, where the oven was preheating, made those smells all the stronger. Ryke used his hands to reach up and give his lover's fat dick a pump for him, his fingers wrapping around that throbbing, greasy flesh pole and holding it tight while it flexed hard and almost pulled itself from his grip. On either side of his skull, the bull's powerful thighs quivered as the bull let out a pleasurable sigh.

"_Uuuuuuggghh. Yesssss. Mmmmm. So goo_d''.

Ryke lowered his muzzle just enough to free his lips, the bull's testicles still resting atop his eyes, panting. "Let me know when, baby'', he said in a lustful voice. "I'll give you what you really want''.

The bull just moaned, which Ryke took to be an affirmation. And he went back to making out with the beautiful, hot, sweaty, greasy ball-sack and the cock muscles further inside.

Ryke could sense it before the bull said anything. The bull's cock twitched out of control. His balls rose and fell in his sack in time with quickening breaths. His feet shuffled and he bounced chaotically on his knees. And then growled, his deep voice shaking the cabinets. "That's it, babe! Do it for me!''

Ryke quickly scooted backwards, grabbed those huge ass-melons in his little ruby-red paws, spread them apart, and buried his face in the suffocatingly hot valley within, cramming his tongue against his lover's hole and licking it like crazy.

"FUCK!'' Dean shouted. He stomped his hooves on the floor, separating his legs even wider and angling his hips backwards to let Ryke get as deep as possible. Ryke could hear fast sloppy noises and feel Dean's body flex and twitch around him as the bull pumped his cock hard. The raccoon held onto flexing ass cheek with one paw, but used the other to caress his lover's greasy ball sack. It was worship. He wanted this to feel as good as possible. It was exactly what his lover deserved, after all.

"Cummin!'' the bull announced. Then with a roar, he thrust his hips forward, sweaty ass cheeks clenching so hard they pulled Ryke's muzzle right along with them. As the bull's body quaked, the raccoon could feel the testicles in his paw jump out of his fingers and then slap down again as they seized up and exploded their juices down their owner's fat shaft. His own cock slapped wetly against the kitchen tiles repeatedly, begging for attention, but Ryke ignored it. His own cock didn't matter in the presence of his big, beautiful bull. Not until after his lover had blown his load, at least.

The bull's hole tightened almost dangerously against the raccoon's lips and tongue, but he still kept attacking it with his mouth -- licking up and down, left and right, and poking at it as fast as he could. He could sense the pleasure it was causing for the glorious bull he was serving as Dean's moans coincided with the coon's tongue movements. Fuck! Yeah! Unngh! Fuck!'' the sounds came. Each exclamation sent a shiver of satisfaction through the raccoon's body, as they were powerful affirmations of a job well done by him. There was no sweeter sound in life. Though the sound of one thick liquid squirting into another, which his ears could just pick up, came pretty close. Ryke's lips attempted to grin with satisfaction at pleasing his lover, though they didn't move much, smushed by tensing ass flesh.

Dean gave Ryke's hair a pat to signal to him when he was finally finished. The raccoon filled his lungs with the musky scent between his lover's legs one more time, then stood up. Dean instantly bent down and enveloped him in his thick, powerful arms, locking lips with him and slipping his tongue into the raccoon's mouth. They moaned into each other's mouths for a minute, their breaths mixing with the manly bull scents between their lips, before pulling away, grins on both of their faces.

Ryke walked over to the counter, picked up his phone from where it had been propped up and pointed towards them, and stopped recording the video. Then he wandered back towards the bull and rested his head against a bulky bicep, glancing towards the big plastic bowl sitting on the edge of the counter. "How'd it go?''

"Got it all in there'', Dean said, with what sounded like pride in his voice. He gave his dick a few short and sharp shakes in his hand to fling the last dribble of cum off it to land in the bowl as well. "Every drop''.

"Mmmmmm'', Ryke said, stroking his lover's chest. "Good job''.

"You made me shoot really fucking hard too. Fuck, that tongue...''

The raccoon giggled happily. "I love to make my guy happy, you know that''.

Dean leant down to give him one more kiss with a bonus ass squeeze.

Then Ryke pulled away, picked up the bowl, and gave it a few extra stirs with a spoon. "Grab the tin for me'', he asked. A few seconds later, Dean placed a metal cake tin on the counter next to him. It was in the shape of a love heart. He'd bought it especially for today. Valentine's Day. He couldn't hide the smirk on his face as he poured the baby-battered batter into the tin and slid it into the oven. As he stood up, set a timer on his phone, and then placed his hands on his hips proudly, Dean wrapped his arms around him from behind and smooched his neck.

"Your turn'', the bull said in his deep, sexy voice.

They fucked like animals on the bed, pausing only to get the cake out of the oven when it was done. While it cooled, Dean impaled the raccoon on his fat dick doggy style and made the windows rattle with his screams, their sweat and precum soaking into the sheets. Their moans intensified in unison until Ryke panted, "I ... I'm ... I'm gonna...''

The bull stopped thrusting, and Ryke groaned with frustrated, needy lust as the wave of pleasure rose and fell inside his body, leaving him clinging on the edge of an orgasm which turned into a lustful hunger.

"Nooooo, babe... Why'd you stop?'' he whined.

Dean leant over him and whispered into his ear. "I want you to ice the cake while I ice your insides''.

It took all of a second for the raccoon to snigger. "Really, babe? That's so bad'', he said, referring to the pun.

"What, you think it's a bad idea?'' the bull teased, giving the coon's neck a long, slow, wet lick.

Ryke shivered at the sensation. Then, after a few seconds, he sighed. "Dammit. Alright. Let's do it''.

Back in the kitchen, he leant over the counter top with the cooked and cooled cake in front of him, and a bowl of chocolate icing to the side, next to some icing pens for decoration. Unsurprisingly, it was difficult to ice a cake while getting rammed right in the prostate by a monstrously giant bull cock. The blunt knife Ryke was using to spread the icing accidentally sliced a few edges off, and the icing was thick in some parts and sparse in others, slopping down the sides in thick clumps. It wasn't pretty. And that fact was almost amusing to Ryke as he realised it only made the cake better, in a way.

Once that was done, Ryke picked up the icing pens, intending to draw a smaller red love heart on top of the love-heart cake itself. But even as he lowered the pen over the cake, his body was jolting with each thrust from his lover. Dean was panting hot breath into his ear, his huge hands caressing the smaller raccoon's skinny body and playing with his cock. It was a good thing Dean was holding his body up while he fucked him, because Ryke was fucking weak at the knees, his whole body buzzing with pleasure that was being fucked out of his little spot of heaven inside his ass.

Just as he started drawing the heart, Dean growled in his ear. "About to cum, baby''.

And the thought of getting blasted with bull cum deep inside his guts started pushing Ryke over the edge too. He had to brace himself against the counter hard with his free hand while the bull picked up the pace of his fucking, and he moaned with each penetration. He kept drawing the heart -- or what was meant to look like a heart -- but as the icing drooled out of the pen his hand wobbled chaotically from side to side. The heart he continued drawing came out as less of a heart and more of a ... well, it was a mess.

"Fuck! Here it comes!'' the bull groaned, almost crushing Ryke inside his powerful, bulging arms. In those last few seconds, Ryke quickly finished his work of art and tossed the pen aside so he could use both arms to brace his body against the assault as the bull railed him. "FUUUUUCKK!''

"Fuck me baby!'' Ryke squealed in return.

"Guhhhh!'' Dean roared, burying his dick deep inside the raccoon as it blasted its load, hands gripping the raccoon against his sweaty pecs, mouth around Ryke's neck.

Ryke, surrounded by heat, power, and masculinity, groaned helplessly and let his head fall backwards against Dean's thick pecs as his cock sprayed all over the side of the counter in intense spurts. He didn't need to touch it. The thought of what they were doing, and feel of Dean's flared head ramming his insides, was more than enough to blow his cum out of his body. His legs gave way as the anal orgasm overwhelmed his body, but Dean held him up with his strong arms as they both came together. Ryke let out a long wail of pleasure, powerless in his lover's arms and loving it.

When they were done, they held each other for minutes, panting, rubbing each other's sweaty bodies, and smooching.

Afterwards, Ryke looked down at the cake and laughed out loud. The decoration atop the heart cake looked like a toddler had tried to draw a pretzel and given up two thirds of the way into it. With a sigh, he picked the icing pen back up and lazily added a few corrections so it at least was apparent that the decoration was _supposed _to be a heart. Then he span around to wrap his arms around the bull and pull him close.

"You should go, I guess'', he said sadly, voice muffled by the pecs on either side of his face.

"Mhmm'', the bull agreed, giving his lover's ass a gentle squeeze. But then his eyes widened. "Wait. Give me one of the plates''.

With a puzzled expression, Ryke fetched one from a cabinet and handed it to the bull.

With a proud smirk, and while making eye contact with his lover, Dean spread his legs, angled his waist forward so his cock and balls swung free of his legs, and squished the top of the plate against his junk. Then, with purposefully exaggerated movements, like a stripper, he thrust and gyrated his hips around to wipe his sweaty, hairy, greasy ball sack up and down and all over the plate for a whole minute. "We've been fucking for hours'', he said, nibbling on his lip. "Bet they smell and taste _real _good by now, don't you?''

"You dork'', the raccoon giggled.

"You love it'', Dean said, winking at his lover.

Ryke pulled the plate from Dean's hands and melted into his arms, looking up past those perfect, bulging pecs and into his lover's dark eyes. "I love you''.

The bull smiled down at him. "I love you too, you sexy little thing. I'm so lucky to have you''.

"You make me so happy'', the raccoon echoed. They paused for a moment, looking at each other lovingly. With his head angled upwards, Ryke could feel Dean's heart beating underneath his chin. "Happy Valentine's Day, babe''.

"You too, baby''.

After a long, deep kiss, the bull put clothes back over his criminally attractive body and left.

About an hour later, while Ryke was watching TV, the raccoon heard someone opening the front door. He jumped up and bounced towards the entrance to see a lanky goat entering the house.

"Hey babe!'' the raccoon said, pouncing into the goat's arms and wrapping him in a hug.

"Babe!'' the goat, Elliot, said, exploding into a happy smile. "Hey!'' He leant forward to give the raccoon a kiss. As per usual, Ryke pursed his lips and gave him a quick, modest peck.

"C'mon'', Ryke said, grabbing the goat's hand. "I wanna show you something. Close your eyes!'' After leading Elliot into the dining room, he announced, "Okay, open!''

He watched the goat open his eyes, glance around the room, and then grin widely as he looked down and noticed what was on the table. "Seriously?'' the goat gasped. "You didn't have to do that!''

"I wanted to do something nice for you'', the raccoon purred, stroking his boyfriend's cheek and smiling warmly at him. "You deserve it, babe''. He pulled a chair from the table and gestured to his boyfriend. "Sit down. I'll get us some plates''.

After the cake had been served with a slice on both plates, Ryke pulled out his phone and pointed the camera towards Elliot. "Wait, I wanna get a video of this'', pressing the record button, and pointing the camera at the supposedly innocent slice of cake on Elliot's supposedly innocent plate at first, and then panning upwards to his boyfriend's face, which was now visibly blushing. "Really?'' he said nervously. "Babe ... you know I'm shy''.

"Babe, it's okay. I wanna remember this. The video's just for the two of us'', Ryke lied, smiling at his boyfriend happily as the goat took his first bite of cake.