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The Gift That Keeps Giving

Chapter 2: Andy, A Loyal Friend

Opening my eyes, slowly as not to let the stream of light blind me, I woke up to the loud rumble of my dorm mate's snoring. "Odd", I thought to myself, since when does Josh snore like a bulldozer? And that smell, it's almost like my Aunt and Uncle's ranch in Kentucky. What time even is it? 6:05 AM, well if I don't hurry all the good breakfast items are going to be gone in the Cafeteria. Eyes beginning to adjust, I looked over to Josh's bed only to see a mess of covers and what looked like dampened sheets entangled and draped over a rising and falling mass. Hmmm, looks like Josh might have snuck in company some time last night...though is that 2 or 3 people under there? Good for him, he's been needing to get some attention. But what kind of friend would I be if I didn't wake him, if only so he doesn't miss his favorite meal of the day?

I crept out of bed and made my way quietly to the closet, he can sleep a bit yet as I get dressed, no idea when he got in last night so maybe I should just leave him be...? Josh and I were friends from High School and had been fortunate enough to arrange sharing a dorm room in our suite, the only downside is our 3rd suite-mate was this little annoying voiced jerk Vinny Jefferies. Vinny didn't pester me too much, probably on account of me having mostly girls around, but he gave Josh a hard time constantly. I sure as heck wasn't going to wake Vincent up if he were still sleeping. Throwing my basketball shorts on over my underwear from the night before, no worries as I'll change into a fresh pair after I hit the shower, I tripped catching myself on the edge of Josh's bed. Yeah, it definitely smelled like semen and sweat mixed with a barnyard like musk.

"Upfft, man..." getting back my footing "what did you get into last night?"

"Mnnnnnmmmm"

Came from under Josh's covers. You know what, this is just too good not to see. If anything, I'll play stupid...how am I supposed to know he's got some boy over...?

"Hey bud, wake up. The French toast and apple filling is going to be gone if you don't hurry, and all they'll have left is cereal and some dried out pancakes."

One knee on the floor, I started to pull back the sheets, damp with whatever bodily fluids saturated them through the night, when I was shocked to see a snake flop over the side of the bed. No, not a snake...what is that?! Is...Is that a dick? I've never seen one so long while flaccid, being Bi I've seen my fair share but nothing like this behemoth. I could feel my own dick pressing up against my briefs at the sight. How lucky is this guy to be gifted with such a member, poor Josh though...that looks like it would hurt and it's not even ridged.

Maybe I should leave them, as awkward as they might feel being caught after a night of, what I can only assume to have been, wild pleasure. But I was fixated on that phallus. Seemingly aware of my admiration, it started to straighten and stiffen leaking small droplets of pre-cum. The musky scent became overwhelming, I needed to get closer for some reason, it was drawing me.

A small taste couldn't hurt, and I'm sure Josh wouldn't mind sharing. We were no strangers to our own occasional playtime and had often talked about a threesome, only to have him back off the subject when I'd encourage a girl into the mix. Bringing myself in towards the leaking head, I lost sense that anything else mattered. This glorious sausage before me took precedent, and no breakfast item could replace it in my desire.

Carefully, I brought the tip of my tongue to the dribbling urethra. Meeting the slick and salty sweet member sent a shiver of ecstasy through me. My ass was shaking by impulse at the elation. I needed more, this nectar of manhood was now my deepest desire.

Both knees on the ground now, I brought my hands around the now semi-hard shaft tugging at it and taking the head into my mouth. As more and more pre trickled down my throat, I could only think how I needed to please this god like man, this...this master. I would do anything for him, and I don't even know what he looks like, but I know his scent and for the moment I'm entranced by it.

The covers began to rustle, startling me a bit, so a backed off and by reflex gave a growl like moan.

"Ughh, what...what happened last night?"

My ears perked a bit, was that Josh's voice? It sounded deeper than I'm used to. Perhaps he's just really groggy from his night of passion with this perfect specimen. My head titled side to side at my inquiring thoughts.

"Andy, what time is it?"

"It's 6:20!"

I quickly and eagerly responded as a well toned and veiny arm stretched out and began to pull away the sheets and comforter.

"I'm sorry if I woke you both, I didn't want you to miss breakfast and...well, I don't know what's gotten into me."

A whimpering sound left my my nose.

"Both? What are you on about?"

Stunned, I looked on to see with the covers pulled back there was only one man in the bed. Not just a man, a hulking sculpted marvel.

"Josh?! Is...is that you?!"

My tongue dropped to the side of my mouth, drooling at the sight before me. Bulging pectorals rippling into rounded shoulders. Defined biceps and triceps that could toss me clear across the room with no effort. A cut stomach leading down to a 14 inch cock straddled by veiny defined quads the likes of a bodybuilder.

"Of course it's me, who else would I...woah did this, did this really happen?! That wasn't a dream!?"

"You're a dream, sir!"

I quipped at my best friend's disbelief. I could sense his stress and need of comfort, so I turned to his massive member and crawled eagerly towards it, pushing him back down onto the bed as he was just about to rise.

"No, Andy, don't...you don't understand. I...I...I don't want you to stop doing that with your tongue. That feels ama-eigh-eigh-eigh-eigh-zing!"

The cock head in my mouth was inflating, the shaft now fully erect had to be nearly 2 feet in length. I grabbed the veiny pole, as best I could, and worked it vigorously to help my friend with his distress and selfishly to feast on the intoxicating juices it was secreting.

"Who's a good boy?"

"Me", I thought in response to my friend, no my master. My ass wiggling back and forth in delight. I suddenly felt 2 coarse hands on each side of my head, guiding me further onto the enormous shaft a flaring head now working its way down my all too eager throat.

I heard the clomp of hoof on the floor and startled pulled back, dick scraping against my throat and mouth as it exited with a popping sound like a cork being pulled from a bottle. Wide eyed in further disbelief, my master was less human second by second.

Josh's dick was spasming, leaking more pre with each convulsion. Every muscle on his body pulsed in synchronized rhythm with his engorged member. A dirty blonde coat spread from his crotch down his legs and up his chest meeting an equal flow of fur coming down from his head. The way it moved across his form reminded me of fields of long grass as they sway in the wind. I love open fields, maybe master will go running with me after I please him...yes, must please master.

With a whinny, Josh stood on hoofed feet, grabbed his equine phallus below the now formed medial ring and brought it to my mouth once again.

"I thought I told you I didn't want you to stop?!"

He beckoned, his flaring head now being wiped across my face from cheek to cheek. Spreading the precursor to his seed in a glossy mask.

"Now be a good boy and finish what you started!"

His command triggered an obedience in me that I could not, nor did I want to, ignore. I inhaled his cock once again, aided by the thrusting of his powerful hips. To gain control, I brought my hands up to assist in the process.

"No paws! Just swallow it bitch boy!"

His demands were my delight to obey, but what did he mean by "paws"? He bucked faster, harder, I could almost hear the rumble coming from deep in his loins before...sploosh. A geyser of cum was dumped down my throat, filling me to the brim with enough force that sent me flying back as he let out a whinny like deep moan of his own ecstasy, followed by a clomping of his right hoofed foot.

As I lay on my back before him, this glorious half man half stallion, he knelt down and began to give my now engorged belly a rub with one hand followed by ripping off my shorts and briefs in one swift motion with the other.

"There's not a baby in there, you know."

I jested before a warm tingle started in my own crotch. Barely able to move, my master picked me up and set me across his lap as he sprawled himself out on my bed. I could feel my stomach growth subsiding and in turn the warmth from my groin radiated through me.

My legs started twitching, looking down they were lean but roped with muscle that had never been quite so defined before. A shaggy bush of brown hair sprouted around my ball sack spreading into a fine sheen of fur down my bulking thighs. I felt a wiggle near my buttocks, a tail was forming and elongating from my spine. The excitement of it all made my fluff wand flail about uncontrollably.

A pain in my mouth and around my jaw was setting in. Larger canines forced their way through my row of teeth, the taste of cum and blood was intoxicating on my wide and flattened tongue, as I saw a muzzle stretch out in the bottom center of my vision. My ears started ringing, I could hear the hairs forcing their way through my skin, my bones cracking and realigning, the bubble of my muscles underneath.

Suddenly, I felt sensitive sensations in distinct spots down my stomach. Bringing my hands close, I found new sets of nipples running down each side. I couldn't help but play with them, that is until I began to scratch at myself by accident. In unison, my feet and hands were shifting, dark pads formed on the underside of each finger and palm with sharp claws bursting through each digit, finger and toe in turn.

A low growl was building up in me with a need to hump to rut, fuck something, anything! But I was held in place by my master. I snapped at the air with my new jaw and sharp teeth, catching a bit of my master's pectoral in the process.

"I know what you need pup, let me return the favor."

He said in a commanding voice. Josh, the magnificent stallion, moved his hand from my belly lower into my groin wrapped around my torso tightly with his other beastly arm and playing with my series of nipples. The sensation of his touch was driving me wild, feral even. I needed to rut, I needed to breed. I saw his efforts but needed more. A red tip was poking out of a hairy sheath, already leaking my own pre-cum. Slowly it revealed itself, having been 5 and a half inches before, I saw a glorious rocket of nearly 8 inches man handled by my master. But something felt like it was missing, I felt incomplete, like a key in desperate need to find a lock that fit.

Suddenly, our room door burst open...

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