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Chapter 3

A couple of minutes after knocking on the heavy whitewashed door, Milo started peering through the dingy window next to it. If this was indeed where Grandad's old friend lived, there didn't appear to be any signs of life right now. Was this really the right place? He double-checked the address on his phone.

"Nope, definitely right. Sheesh, what a shithole," the young goat muttered to himself, lighting up a cigarette with airy disdain. Looking at his reflection in the dark window, he ran his fingers louchely through his long hair before straightening his cute little bow-tie and then casually adjusting the bright-red thong which was all he was wearing on his lower half. It was technically decent enough to wear out in public while still showing every detail of the premium-quality goat sausage within through the thin fabric, bouncing and jiggling very pleasingly between his bare thighs when he walked down the street, turning the heads of prudish and pervy folk alike.

It was just at that moment that the door abruptly swung inward. A big, broad-shouldered, imposing wolf stood in the doorway. He looked somewhere around his mid-fifties, but was ruggedly handsome despite his age, with large hoop earrings and a muscle-shirt that left his burly arms bare. A wide, toothy, grin spread across his craggy lupine face as he looked the provocatively-dressed caprine adolescent up and down. "Well, hello there, pretty boy! You'll be young Master Milo, I take it?

Milo was momentarily startled, but soon grinned back at the wolf, unabashed at being caught admiring his own package. "Course, I am, chum, who else would I be? You'll be ol' Mr Jackie, I take it?"

"The very same! I believe we've met once or twice before, but it was so long ago that you probably don't remember. Looks like puberty's been mighty generous to a certain lucky lad..." his eye lingered momentarily on the bulging meat within the cheerful red thong, licking his lips a little. Milo's smug smirk only grew wider.

"Well, well, let's not stand on ceremony. Come in, come in, Master Goat, and do come with me..."

The goat followed the wolf inside, through a room covered with pictures of the various genital piercings Milo was well familiar with on the walls, with a rather imposing-looking chair with harnesses and stirrups in the centre, then down a dimly-lit corridor and into a much cushier, more homely-looking back room, where a very familiar old codger sat in a red-velvet armchair puffing on his pipe.

"There you are, boy, good of you to finally show your illustrious self. What time do you call this?" was the senior goat's only terse greeting.

"Afternoon to you too, Gramps. Nice homey little place ya got here, Mr Jackie, though I'm still not exactly clear on why we couldn't just do this back at the shop. I'd rather not leave Ristin in charge of it too often, he might start gettin' ideas."

His grandad fixed him with one of those stares. "Well, a few reasons," he replied. "One, I'd say that for such an important contest as this, we require a referee. Two, Jackie here has certain... talents which will prove useful for our contest. Three, there is the... sensitive matter of what comes afterwards, for which he will also prove a great help."

"Plus, I have pretty much every room in this place rigged with cameras," Jackie put in, "So we can capture all the fun for posterity!"

Milo glanced sidelong at the looming wolf, whose toothy grin appeared to have taken on a slightly more sinister quality. The young goat tried to maintain his cool demeanour, but he shivered a little internally in spite of himself as he felt his thong-clad cock shrink up a little.

Chiding himself, Milo forcefully dismissed such doubts from his mind as he turned to face his grandfather, the ornery old billy-goat he must defeat to claim his prize.

"So," Markus said coolly, "We are to have a cum-load contest."

Milo eyed him levelly. "Eh?"

"A cum-load contest. Whichever billy-goat can produce the most... semen... will be the winner. And the prize or forfeit will be those we agreed to yesterday evening, of course."

"Erm, fine," Milo replied, some niggling little doubts starting to creep into his mind once again. A cum-load contest? Not what he'd expected, nor been "rehearsing" for... and yet, should he really be worried? As he himself had said to Ristin, Markus dry-cured old sausage and century eggs surely couldn't pose too much of a threat no matter the contest...

"Sure about that, boy?" His grandad was eyeing him keenly.

"Yep, I'm sure. And don't bother trying to psyche me out, old man."

"Good, because it's too late to back out now anyway. That's another reason we're doing it here with Jackie, in fact. To make sure neither of us gets cold hooves."

The wolf's hefty paw clapped down heartily on Milo's shoulder as the older goat spoke, making the youth jump a little, much to his own immediate annoyance. Jackie gave him a very light squeeze, just enough to allow Milo to sense the carnivore's immense strength.

"That's quite right," the grizzled lupine growled, his grin toothier than ever. "Now then, gents, are we going to get this show started? I must admit, I for one am looking forward to this greatly..."

"Oh, I'm certain you are, you dirty dog," Markus said drily, the corner of his mouth curling upwards a little in rare amusement. The elder goat turned to his grandson. "This is where one of Jackie's special talents will come into play. For our contest, he will... lend a paw to each of us simultaneously. This wolf is ambidextrous, and assures me that he is quite capable of such."

Milo blinked, turning back to the looming lupine. "You mean he's gonna wank both of us off at once?"

"Yes, that's what I just said."

"All right, just checkin', no need to speak in fancy euphemisms when we're both about to get our meat beaten by a big hairy sweaty ol' wolf, no offence, Mr Jackie."

"None taken, kiddo," the wolf chuckled good-naturedly, though his expression remained somewhat sinister. "So, are you two horny devils gonna whack those whangers out or what?"

Milo didn't need much prompting for that! Just a little hook of his thumbs under the thin fabric of his thong, and his abundant boyish assets were in their natural state once more, eggs and sausage both bouncing free as he wiggled out of his skimpy undies. Jackie made no attempt to hide his keen interest, licking his lips most blatantly at the sight of the heavy, musky, pierced teen peen that now swung unconstrained between Milo's handsome thighs, and part of the young goat couldn't help but savour the attention in spite of his increasing wariness of this big hungry wolf.

To Milo's mild surprise, his grandsire seemed quite ready to oblige too. Much to the younger caprine's double surprise, the package Markus revealed when he matter-of-factly pulled down his trousers was far from the shrivelled disaster-area he'd been expecting. It was wrinkled and weather-beaten, of course, but the old goat's malehood also had a fine, stout, robust look to it, and, while it was indeed smaller that Milo's own, it wasn't by that much. The antique orbs that nestled in Markus' low-hanging scrotum bulged rather worryingly, too.

Stop being paranoid, Milo inwardly scolded himself, Too late for that now. For frick's sake, you've got this in the bag. A nineteen-year-old stud versus a seventy-six-year-old geezer? There's no way, he's got no chance.

Jackie kneeled down on the floor between the two goats, flexing his hulking paws in a businesslike fashion. "OK then gents, shall we begin the honours?" he grinned.

"Eeh, go ahead then, Mr Wolf," said Milo, putting his hands behind his head and thrusting out his crotch. Markus followed suit, nodding curtly.

It was with clear relish that Jackie took hold of both caprine malehoods with his great paws, right claws curling around Milo's shaft just as his left closed around Markus'. The wolf was clearly not a believer in standing on ceremony - no sooner did he have both billy-goats in hand than he started to stroke them off simultaneously, his touch vigorous and enthusiastic, yet surprisingly gentle at the same time. Milo had never been pleasured by such a large pred before, and the feeling of that hefty wolf-paw running up and down his sensitive length made him gasp and stiffen rapidly.

Jackie was also clearly enjoying himself immensely, fingers lovingly caressing every curve and contour of Milo's smooth, thick, pierced teenage member as he beat the boy off, sliding that supple foreskin back and forth over its slick pink cockhead. He was no less vigorous in his treatment of old Markus' stout malehood, hefty paw rubbing off his old friend's mature goat-cock like it was the most natural thing in the world as Markus grunted and panted gently, also horning up surprisingly quickly for a male of his years. Milo glanced over at his grandad, and for a moment the two locked eyes with testosterone-fuelled intensity.

After only a couple of minutes, the young goat could feel himself getting close already. He'd thought he would have to hold off on this, but now there was no reason not to go full steam ahead! His hot potent stud-muscle was pulsing harder than ever as the wolf's burly paw pumped it aggressively, pre oozing out of his wide cockslit and over his fat exposed glans.

Come on, come on, time to cum like my sex life depends on it, Milo told himself as his heart hammered with anticipation. Time to take that old bastard's silly old shop, silly old cock, and leave him pissing sitting down like he belongs. His own magnificent erection erupted like a volcano, potent youthful caprine seed spraying in a magnificent arc onto Jackie's stone floor, great droplets of the stuff coating the wolf's paw too. As far as Milo was concerned, it smelled fantastic and it felt even better. When all was said and done, and his stream had reduced to a dribble, the young goat was greatly encouraged to see the mess he'd made, surveying his great, gloopy he-puddle like a lord surveying his kingdom. He glanced over at his still-panting grandsire, allowing himself a little smirk.

Markus didn't seem perturbed, however. He seemed, rather, to be lost in concentration, huffing and puffing away as his old friend continued to pump on his now rock-solid staff. When his grandson blew his load all over the floor in front of them, he didn't seem to react at all.

But only for a few seconds. The elder contender answered his young counterpart with an almighty ejaculation of his own, and it was only a few more seconds before Milo's face began to fall, his heart hammering anew. This was the first time he'd ever seen his grandad cum, and the old curmudgeon's seed seemed almost impossibly thick and plentiful, thick ropes spurting out like streamers, piling onto the floor like a gooey, sticky carpet. As much as the young goat kept frantically telling himself that this was impossible, that his grandsire's dusty old nuts were sure to run out soon, the stuff kept on coming until even Milo could not possibly have argued himself the victor. Markus' puddle was so vast that it ended up encroaching into Milo's. The boy stared at his grandsire's thick, heavy semen mixing with his own in a kind of numb daze.

For a moment, no-one spoke. Markus casually patted his dick dry on his pocket handkerchief.

"Well, Milo my dear boy," he said matter-of-factly, "Time to get your big fat cock chopped off."