A Hole in the Wall Doesn't Need Holes in the Walls
A young dalmatian, maybe 18 or 19, waved enthusiastically at the new guest; his bare, spotted chest leaning over his desk and his bright eyes locking right onto the fellow canine's.
"Nice to see ya!" he said with genuine excitement. "I'm Jeremy, welcome to our little hole in the wall. Can I see an ID?"
The dane smirked, a bit overwhelmed by the cheeriness of his voice, and quickly extracted the wallet from his back pocket. The smaller dog, scanned over it quickly before handing it back to the purposefully sculpted canine. "Thanks Mr. Mills. Eddie'll be glad to see you inside."
Gil laughed and nodded amicably to the greeter then moved through the pair of doors leading into the bar. His broad shoulders nudged him through easily but he wasn't really sure what to expect since the whole place was a little hush-hush, even from the cougar who'd suggested he make this visit.
It was a small joint. Almost cramped really for the dog and his bulky frame but it was cozy none the less. There was a strong, musky scent on the air that gave it a rather intimate atmosphere around the old bar with it's worn stools and the booths lined up against the wall. Other than him, there only seemed to be a handful of patrons: a straight couple making out furiously in the corner, a rhino sitting at the end of the bar with a distant, happy look and a couple horses leaning over the bar talking with the donkey tending the old place.
He guessed the older equine was Eddie and wandered toward him, taking his time thinking up a drink to start the night with. Eddie's face lit up though not nearly as suddenly or excessively as his young employee out front. He was a short and stout fellow, his little red bow tie completing the other otherwise dull but professional outfit. A plump belly was half obscured but the bar but it was obvious he'd led a pretty comfortable life.
"Welcome to my bar," he said in a vague southern drawl. His companions turned and smiled as well, shifting a bit to make room for him between them. "First drink is on me. Sweet or salty?"
It seemed a strange question to ask to Gil but far be it from him to question a free drink. He just took the offered spot and responded, "Sweet I guess. Does this place have a name or something?"
The horses to his sides laughed lightly, getting very chummy, rubbing his shoulders and his back while Eddie fondled below the counter top. The dog, not used to being outsized, took a long look at the pair. A friesian and an arabian by the look of them. Classically handsome by any standards: tall, statuesque, strong and sleek. Both naked save identical pairs of what amounted to daisy dukes. The bulges shaping the front were prodigious however; far above average, even for horses. Better company than Gil could have asked for.
"Nah," said the friesian on his left. "Easier to handle the traffic if everyone is a friend of a friend."
The arabian nodded his agreement and, getting a bit too familiar, grabbed a big handful of the dane's muscled ass. Gil started but figured they could grab all they want if they got too drunk he could hold his own and if he got too drunk, well, he'd just be sore in the morning. But just as he was beginning to grow concerned about his drink a big mug filled just short of overflowing appeared on the counter with a proud smile from the bartender.
The drink was a bit frothy at the top but looked clear the whole way through. It smelled strongly familiar but a bit too sweet to be the fluid that immediately came to mind. Gil took a quick swig and felt the warmth splash over his tongue. It was definitely sweet but in a much more subtle way than he expected. Not sugary or syrupy, just sweet. A second and third sip revealed a salty, almost meaty undertone and suddenly that first impression came rushing back.
"Is this --"
"Didn't anybody tell you?" The arabian interjected disappointedly. "All of our cocktails are mixed with jizz."
"Or precum, which is what you got," Eddie added patiently.
"We're the taps," said the proud arabian, seriously groping and fondling now.
Gil looked around, noting the milky drink with the rhino at the end of the bar and the painfully obvious smell in the room. He should have known better. That perv of a puma wouldn't suggest anything like a bar if there wasn't cum involved. Still it good. He took a proper swallow this time, wagging his tail despite himself at the horse's inappropriate but increasingly pleasant attention. The place had a charm to it that was really brought together by particular style of drinks.
After a short while the three of them chatted like old friends, discussing the phallic decanters against the bar mirror and the ease with which the whole operation ran with the drinks being at least 40 percent free to Eddie and the overhead rounding down to zero. The whole time Gil was the target of both horse's hands and much sooner than he'd expected, his shirt was off and the friesian, who he learned was named Julian, had a hand down his pants, juggling his balls. Even the rhino, on his way out, introduced himself and made himself familiar with the dog's private parts in exchange for a very plain look at his own monster phallus.
The night wore on and on in a friendly din. Other patrons came and went, drinks were served and laughs were had but eventually even the self absorbed couple left and business died for the night. Jeremy hopped in, naked as the day he was born and waved.
"Hey Eddie. Everything's locked up. Can I get in on last call?" he pleaded from the door, a blatant erection dribbling precum on the floor.
"Come on over, little guy," Julian offered, unzipping his daisies again so his half hard dick slapped Gil's belly as he turned. "Gil and I were gonna split a load of Calvin."
The bigger dog was surprised he hadn't caught the arabian's name until then considering how very talkative he was. Still with Jeremy in the mix he was sure his new friends were thinking something close to what he was thinking. Five would be perfect.
Jeremy sauntered over as he extracted a big canid dildo from his rump, obviously his way of passing the time between guests. He reached over the bar and dropped it into the sink to be washed after the drinking was done then wiggled his rump looking for a seat. "I'll just share with you guys. Where do you want me?"
Calvin opened his mouth to offer his lap but Gil beat him to it, grabbing the little dog by his slender waist and pulling him up onto the stool with him, grinding his only underwear-clad erection against the surprisingly plush rump until both were comfortable while Eddie place another glass down. "Jeremy, right?"
The dalmatian nodded happily, glad to be remembered and craned his head around to lick his fellow canine's nose. "Nice to see you again, Mr Mills. Looks like you guys had a good night. Mr Holck was putting his pants back on when he came out," he insisted as the arabian got himself hard.
"Oh yeah, that old pachyderm wanted to get a grope at our muscly new friend here," Eddie explained, undoing his tie as he wandered out of his little cove revealing what he had explained earlier was his permanent erection. "And you know him, wants to be fair, so he flopped his dick on the counter."
Gil smiled as the many feet of horse dick around him grew steely and more genuinely aroused than when they were serving drinks. Calvin dipped his head and started to suck at his mottled pink and brown shaft to help draw out a nice load for the glasses on the counter while the friesian, shoved his own two-foot black cock out of the way to stroke Jeremy's ten needy inches. The big dog groped at the Dalmatian?s chest, teasing the nipples idly while his own foot of cock throbbed between his cheeks. He didn't want to overstep his bounds but he knew what he did want. He just had to wait until someone said what he was thinking.
A neigh and a messy splat signaled the drinks were ready, sloppy trails of hot cream oozing down the sides to join the wide swath of gooey ruin covering the counter. The thirsty trio shot their serving back quickly, Calvin's signature salty taste flowing easily into their gullets. With a lip-smacking sigh Jeremy swallowed his share and immediately went to licking the bar. Gil meanwhile, slurped the bottom and sides of the glasses all to a gleeful round of laughs from the equines.
"Man, you guys can really guzzle down cum," Julian teased grabbing the dane's ass again. "You really oughta get it straight from the tap."
"Yeah, what do you say Eddie? I'll clean up if I can get a blow job before we leave." Calvin offered in agreement.
Jeremy's face light up like a christmas tree at the suggestion, wagging his tail dangerously as his cum dripping muzzle stretched into a wide smile. "Please, please, please!" he begged desperately.
"Why can't you do it at your place like you usually do?" Eddie countered with a laugh.
"You don't come with us and we've gotta a newbie," implored the newly hardened arabian. "It's just more convenient this way."
Eddie laughed again, his constantly poised erection spewing precum in its own display of excitement. "Well don't get used to it guys. Gil, we'll leave it up to you. Sweet or salty?"
Finally they gave in to the urges he'd been feeling most of the night. He pulled down his precum soaked underwear and shifted so the tip of his throbbing foot pressed against Jeremy's loose hole, testing the waters to see just how far this impending orgy would go. He guessed quickly that Julian, with his more complex brand of horse nut was getting offered the dane's meaty rump by this question. It was a kindness really since he was the smallest of the three. So the real question was did he want Fat and sweet or long and salty.
"I'll get your's, Eddie," he said, leaving his mouth as wide as he could get it.
The dalmatian shoved backward onto the stout dog cock. He moaned loudly before his voice was muffled by a roughly inserted mouthful of Calvin but it only served to tighten his tail's grip of Gil's shaft. Warm and slick with lube and now fresh precum, the dane was eager to get deep inside but his focus was shifted when a soft hand grabbed his head and lowered it to the two feet of donkey meat. Precum splattered on his face until the head pressed firmly against his mouth, filling him up with spurt after spurt of the sweet juice.
He sucked best as he could and when he felt more cock pressed against his back he tried to shift to give the friesian more access. Unfortunately that made it too hard to plow into the dalmatian slurping loudly on Calvin's mottled dick so he pulled off and took a step off his stool, dragging the Jeremy with him then laying him across it. Suddenly it was all too easy. His cock slid deep into the little dog's ass, plumping his depths with heady abandon, while all three equine pylons quickly found their places again.
The taste of sweet pre filled the dane's mouth again, pouring into him faster than he could swallow while Julian grabbed his hips possessively and shoved his flared head against his hole, drowning it in pre so it could slip in easier. The wild, nearly feral moans and nickers filled the air just as completely as the cocks they belonged to filled their holes. Deep, easy thrusts plummeted into Gil from both ends, precum making his passages smooth and slick so the unpracticed bottom didn't need to suffer much before the pure pleasure of getting spit roasted took over his body.
He rocked firmly back and forth slapping hips in a wet rhythm coming in and pulling out. And Jeremy knew what he was doing thanks to all that time with the dildo at the front desk, milking and squeezing and twisting between thrusts, shifting his hips to change the angle. Everything he did sent waves of sensation into Gil's loins, mingling with the unmistakable feeling of being bred by a horse. He wanted to last but being teased as he was all night and the sheer pleasure of fucking and being fucked at the same time was proving to be too much.
But he held back, looking up at Eddie who just smiled and worked his cock in and out steady and smooth. His precum dribbled down Gil's chin, pooling onto the floor like Julian's did over his balls and legs and like Calvin's did to Jeremy's face. Precum was everywhere soon enough, oozing over the top of Jeremy's upturned rump to smear between their bodies and down his wildly leaping cock, each set of equine balls drenched in it. It smelled good. It tasted better. Desperate for more sex Gil couldn't help but do Jeremy the seemingly unnecessary favour of a reach-around. The pressure built and built until in a messy cascade, cum started to flood into the canine holes.
Calvin came first, throwing his head back as he shoved in every inch the dalmatian could take and spraying cum deep into his throat. His balls jumped and pumped harder than they had all night as his biggest load yet gushed into Jeremy with such force that it started to back up around his lips and even dribbling weakly out of his nostrils. The friesian was next, going absolutely balls deep, flare swelling inside him and locking him in place as Gil's chiseled abs started to bloat with horse cum. He was blissfully full as the creamy warmth crawled and gushed inside of him, pooling in his gut as wave after wave after deluge filled every nook and cranny inside.
Eddie, despite having served the most drinks that night was the big show though. Unlike his employees, he pulled his dick free just to prove it. A massive flare of pure, white, thick donkey cum erupted from his cock, coating everyone in a layer of jizz from just the first shot. Heat rained down on Gil's back and felt heavy as more and more landed on him. But after just one more shot the flared head returned to his lips, gushing much to hard for him to swallow like he wanted. He still managed to take a few massive gulps but most of it puffed his cheeks full the blasted out of his lips in a wild nova of equine seed. Gently though, the older fellow pushed in deeper until he was down his throat and quickly Gil found himself overwhelmed with jizz. It even trickled back up his nose in a disturbing way but he was glad to drink and guzzle and eat the hot cum until he was full and heavy.
The dane's own cumshot seemed moot after that, a good quart of fresh spoo pumping into the dalmatian?s rump while the other canine splattered the floor with his own. The five of them stayed locked together in orgasmic bliss for longer than any of them had the capacity to count in their lust addled state but eventually the high died down and the afterglow replaced it. Each of them lazily slumped into the mixture of cum, cocks slipping free at irregular intervals each with a messy spray and even a couple aftershocks to make the mess a real disaster.
Finally Eddie with his incurable erection, a condition he was obviously avoiding getting rid of, sat up, and gave himself a few idle strokes, milking out the last of his cum on Gil's head. "You've gotta a good head," he complimented. "And you better have this place spotless tomorrow, Cal, or you're gonna have to drain me dry tomorrow night."
A daunting task to be sure since the stout ass was already producing pints of precum again. Still the horse agreed and patted Jeremy's sticky head before he left to find a mop and bucket. Julian apologized for being so forward but punctuated it with a slap to the dane's rear as he stuffed his still hanging cock into his ruined daisies. Jeremy wagged enthusiastically as the room started to clear.
"You can handle a lot of cum!" he commented gladly rubbing his own cumbelly. "I hope to see you again soon!"
Incorrigible. It was cute though. That cougar was gonna get a stern talking to but this little bar and it's overexcited greeter was gonna see a lot more of him.