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It was a rather quiet day for Fahen. His roommate had left early, leaving alone. The wolf/sergal hybrid used the alone time as an opportunity to play his lute. The melody started out simple but became just a bit more complex as he kept it up. Having no actual song in mind, the hybrid was experimenting with different sounds and notes than what he would usually play and was liking what he heard so far. While playing he looked over and saw himself in the mirror that was mounted to the wall. His two toned fur was lighter along his front and darker along his back, shoulders, and the top half of his face and muzzle. His hair was a distinct blue, growing out between a pair of curved horns. Tapping his foot softly while playing, Fahen couldn't help but smile. He felt that he was onto something. Perhaps he could play this tune at the next open night? Many others were sure to enjoy it...

Having plenty of time available to him, the wolf/sergal got a few more things done around the house. This led him to the living room where he began sprucing up. He vacuumed and did a bit of dusting as well to keep things looking nice. When finished with that, the hybrid noticed there was something on the couch. A shirt that was sprawled on its right arm. It didn't belong to him so it had to be Zaher's, his satyr roommate.

The shirt was a plain white tee. Thinking nothing of it, the hybrid walked up to the couch and he reached out to grab the shirt. Upon doing so the first thing that Fahen noticed was the fabric's dampness. It wasn't soaked or anything but it was just so slightly wet against his touch. Fahen could only assume that it was taken off and tossed aside just before Zaher left for the gym. He knew that his roommate jogged in the early morning so that explained why the shirt was wet. It was dampened with the satyr's sweat of all things...

The sensible thing to do was to either take the shirt and put it in Zaher's room or the laundry corner with the rest of the dirty clothes. But he was all alone with the white shirt. Zaher was very attractive in Fahen's eyes. It was one of the factors that led to him being picked as the perfect roommate. The ram satyr was tall and buff, being covered in dark brown fur that was even darker and thicker along his lower half and the back of his neck. There was an aura of confidence to him and he was also friendly towards his roommate.

He and Fahen have a good relationship but there were times when the hybrid couldn't help but keep his eyes trained on the other male. Especially when he was walking around shirtless and a bit sweaty from the gym. Being usually soaked thoroughly from his workouts, Zaher would take it off during his walk back home. He would usually greet Fahen before going to take a shower...

Fahen was back in his room and he had the lightly sweaty shirt with him. The wolf/sergal was sitting on his bed as he slowly brought the shirt up to his nose. Zaher kept himself clean was always quick to get himself into the shower so he never had the chance to take in his roommate's musk until now.

He took in the first sniff and was actually surprised by the sharpness of his roommate's lingering scent. Pure was the only way he could describe it. Untainted from any deodorant or cologne. Nothing short of the satyr's natural scent. That single whiff was enough to trigger something inside of him.

He felt his cock swelling and the tip was soon poking against his pants, making them tent. The hybrid continued sniffing the shirt. In fact he was inhaling even harder now. And by inhaling harder Fahen was treated to even more of that alluring musk. So potent and earthy. Rather than offending it was an odor that Fahen found himself quite taken with and every sniff from there seemed to pull him in deeper. The more he breathed the scent in, the more excited he became.

It got to the point that his cock was throbbing hard and it was too much for him to ignore. He got caught up in all the excitement and his own arousal. Reaching his free hand into his pants led to him feeling his own erection. It was throbbing hard against his hand and the touch alone was more than enough to make the hybrid shiver. He pulled it out and began to tease himself with slow strokes while also still inhaling the musk that clung hard to the shirt. His hand was getting wet from his own precum and that made it all the easier for him to stroke himself. While feeling the pleasure of jerking himself off and the added arousal from the shirt's musk, Fahen also treated himself to a brewing fantasy of the satyr working out nude in front of him.

That was short-lived thanks to the sound of his door opening and him being face to face with none other than Zaher himself. Unbeknownst to him the satyr had decided to do something that day. He and Fahen were so close but he wanted them to be even closer. He was fresh from the gym and decided to surprise his roommate by coming in suddenly. What he walked in on was Fahen jerking off while also sniffing the shirt he tossed aside. He had been running a bit late and didn't want to miss his chance to work out with the equipment before someone else would take it.

There was a prolonged silence between them before Zaher chuckled. "At least I know that you'll like the surprise I have for you."

"S-surprise?" Fahen asked. He was blushing now and had been quick to put the shirt down. But his cock was still out. The hybrid found himself frozen as the satyr walked into his room.

"I've decided to just come out with it. I know you like me, Fahen. And I like you too. So how about we give each other what we've always wanted?" Zaher asked.

Fahen couldn't believe what he was hearing. Here his roommate was, all buffed up from the gym and musky too. It was definitely a pleasant surprise that he wasn't expecting. A pleasant surprise in fact. He was still reeling from the satyr admitting that he liked him too. There was no way he could pass up the chance to have a romp with his no-longer secret crush...

He was on his knees before the satyr. Zaher had barely taken off his pants and jockstrap before the eager hybrid took the uncut cock into his muzzle. The first thing he noticed was the throbbing. Zaher was already hard and the taste of him was amazing. It was mostly sweat but the fresh kind that brought about a delightfully earthy scent as well.

Zaher was surprised by how quickly Fahen latched himself to his cock. Being part canine, his tongue was long and smooth. It was being wielded with an unexpected amount of finesse as well. The wolf/sergal was more experienced than he expected. Along with the licking, his lips were wrapped around and starting to move about. As that soft mouth began moving up and down Zaher was reminded of how eager he was to shoot his loads. So much had been built up in preparation for this day.

After a few more bobs of Fahen's mouth, Zaher couldn't help himself. He gripped the top of the hybrid's head, having his hand placed in between the horns. It was used to hold the sucking male's head in place while he thrust forward.

"Just keep sucking on it," Zaher grunted.

The hybrid nodded and he did his best to keep sucking and licking while the satyr was smoothly thrusting into his muzzle. Being so pent up, he was already releasing precum into the horned male's mouth. Just like the taste and smells of sweat, the substance's flavor was strong yet appealing as well. Without being told to, he began to swallow the stuff down.

Fahen was getting better as this the longer it went on. The motions of his mouth were synced with the soft and steady thrusts. When Zaher picked up the pace even more, the hybrid picked up on his own. Licking harder and further while sucking with a bit more power led to a deep moan filling the room.

Zaher could only endure all of this for so long, especially with the wait that he endured prior. He couldn't warn his crush before it happened. A hard shiver ran up his spine and the grip on Fahen's head tightened a bit.

"F-fuck!"

Fahen got his first taste of satyr cum. It shot out deep in his throat at first. The cock was pulled back just in time for the next. This time the hybrid was able to taste the spunk. Coming out in the form of a thick splurt, the cum coated Fahen's tongue. More and more of it was released. Fahen did his best to gulp down the hot and musky fluid. As it ran hot down his throat he continued to listen to Zaher's deep moans.

He was released and the cock was pulled from his mouth when the bigger male was finished. Zaher complimented him for his skills and Fahen felt flattered. He was helped onto his feet and the satyr wiped the last of the seed from his lips. "So, have any ideas of what we could do next?"

Fahen looked down at the satyr's lasting erection. He smiled as something came to mind...

Zaher was fully nude and leaning against the bed with his ass presented to the other male. The wolf/sergal had wasted no time getting behind. He had lube stored in his drawer and his cock was already slathered in it. After lining himself up the hybrid thrust inside.

Right away he moaned from the tightness he felt and Zaher grunted against the bedding. He was quickly filled with a cock that was more than enough to satisfy him. Fahen started rocking his body while Zaher's moans were filling the room again. The bigger male had to admit that the hybrid had a big cock and it felt so good. It was grinding against his walls and he could feel precum being smeared onto them as well, adding to the wetness he felt.

Fahen couldn't have stopped himself if he could. The heat and snug feeling around his cock. The moans that reached his ears and the smell of musk that had come to fill the room. Zaher was still sweating and it was getting all over his bed. Maybe he could let them stay like that for a day or two?

He was going in balls deep and this earned him another tight squeeze. The grip on the bigger male was firm to keep them as close as possible. This was all much more than he could ever ask for. To his surprise, Zaher began pushing back against his thrusts.

"Fuck me good," the big satyr huffed.

This request made the hybrid's heart skip a beat.

Performing to his best ability, Fahen pushed himself to thrust in both harder and faster. His cock slid in even deeper and doing so treated him to an even tighter hold around it. Managing to keep this pace led to the pleasure skyrocketing. With his cock throbbing so hard and the moans from the satyr becoming louder, Fahen could feel himself getting all the closer to his climax.

He couldn't last much longer against this. After managing a few more thrusts, he exclaimed while shooting thick ropes of his own spunk into Zaher's ass. A deep sigh came from him. Though he hadn't cum yet, the feeling of being seeded was more than satisfying. Fahen was still moaning out while shooting more of his seed into the inviting ass. The cum that he originally planned to spill was instead released inside of his crush and he couldn't be happier. The two were panting together when it came to an end. But neither were ready to call it quits yet.

They traded positions. Fehan eagerly waited as Zaher lubed himself up and came in close from behind. He didn't wait or warn the hybrid. A long moan was forced out as the wolf/hybrid felt himself being filled. It felt even bigger than when it was in his mouth.

"It's not too much, is it?" Zaher asked. The care in his voice made Fahen swoon. He was okay and with that assurance the bigger male began thrusting in. The pleasure that came from this was strong. Gripping the bedding in his tightly balled fists, the wolf/sergal was now moaning out even louder than Zaher was.

The satyr's plump cock slid deep inside of his ass. It was done over and over again. Zaher was thrusting with just enough force and his balls slapping against Fehan's was the icing on the cake. Once he got into a steady rhythm it was easy for them to get lost in the pleasure they both felt. Being stuffed full while also thrusting into a hole that was so silky and hot. Their grunts and moans continued to echo out but there was nobody else there to hear them.

Zaher's panting grew deeper. He could feel his heart pounding hard in his chest. The natural urge for satiation and Fahen's ecstasy-laced moans served as an even greater motivator. Tightening his grip and thrusting faster; his cock was throbbing so hard against those squeezing walls. More sweat was coming from him. Gradually the force of his actions grew stronger. Being nearly enough to rock the bed, Fahen had to hold on even more and he was crying out even louder.

Huffs and deep pants came from the satyr. He was now pounding his cock in roughly. Fahen was being knocked about but was also loving it, evident by his pants and moans and whimpers. The sounds of their bodies meeting were just as loud as their voices. Two furred bodies crashing into each other and the wet smacks of Zaher's overly lubed cock sliding in and out with such ease and grace.

Another deep moan came from Zaher. The hold on Fahen's hips had tightened even more and now it was the wolf/sergal's turn to feel the swelling in his ass. That was before several ropes of cum came flying out from the musky uncut cock. Fahen was shuddering and whining in bliss. The cum was being fired so hard inside of him; the warmth and stickiness clung to his walls and those sensations radiated outwards to the rest of him.

Fahen held on as Zaher continued to push and pull his hips. A few more ropes of spunk came from him. Fahen took all of it but wondered just how much cum was stored in those satyr balls that were pressed so firm to his own. It ended with a deep sigh of satisfaction from the sweaty male. Slowly, he pulled his cock free from the soft hole.

It was again Fahen's turn to suggest their next act. The idea he came up with interested the satyr and they go into position together. It started with Zaher lying on the bed with Fahen climbing on top, facing away from each other. In this position their cocks were pointed at the other's face. 69-ing was something the wolf/sergal had wanted to try for some time now.

It was even better than he imagined. As he bobbed his head up and down, Zaher was doing the same. They were moaning against each other. Working in sync with each other, the satyr and hybrid ran their tongues all over the other male's cock. Sliding their heads back and forth, the inches were sliding against their lips. The whole time Fahen was still taking in his roommate's crotch musk and Zaher treated himself to the wolf/sergal's light natural scent.

Having a pace set and staying in perfect sync, the two sucked and sniffed each other. The taste of precum reached their tongues, being slightly different compared to who it was coming from. Fahen managed to fit all of the satyr's cock in his mouth and had those plump balls pressed firm to his chin. Zaher followed suit and a shiver came from the shorter male. The tightness of Zaher's throat took him completely by surprise.

Zaher took things further by moving his tongue with more speed. This led to his slurps being louder. The actions of one led worked to excite and encourage the other. Kicking things up a notch as well, the hybrid eased his head up the length. Pausing just at the tip, he took a moment to ease his tongue underneath the foreskin. He smoothly twirled his tongue in a circular manner. This made Zaher shiver and decided to return the favor by pushing his head forwards to roughly shove every inch of the hybrid's cock into the deepest parts of his throat. Zaher hummed around it while purposely squeezing down on the cock. He swallowed hard a few times and the sensation made Fahen jump.

In reaction to this, Fahen began moving his hips. While that throat was still clenching down on his cock, the hybrid began to move it back and forth against the added tightness. Zaher was handling it well. More of his moans came out and the vibrations from his deep voice traveled up Fahen's dripping erection. That precum was gulped down as well, collected straight from the source.

Fahen shivered from the harder pleasure that raced up his spine. Having most of his cock buried in the snug windpipe while the rest was being licked and sucked on further... He should have expected for Zaher to do the same but it still came as a surprise. Thankfully, the bigger male was thrusting as hard as he was. It wasn't overwhelming, just enough for the fat cock to reach deep into his windpipe. Taking a page from his roommate's book, he began licking all over the length that wasn't jammed in. More precum had come out and Fahen gulped it down, enjoying the sensation of warmth sliding down his throat.

Things heat up between them. One after the other, the pair managed to press themselves even closer. Speeding up their thrusts and fitting their cocks just a bit deeper inside of the other's throat. Fahen could feel his body pulsing. He was again being driven by his own natural urges. Everything about Zaher was so good. His looks, smells, taste, and the size of his cock. It felt good inside of him and it was also so satisfying to suck on.

Fahen was the first to wrap his lips tighter. He managed to time the bobs of his head with the thrusting. Hearing the ram satyr's moans getting deeper made the excitement rise further within him. Zaher followed suit and did the same, much to the hybrid's growing delight and arousal. Pulsing so hard against those soft, hot, and squeezing walls, the feeling kept Fahen shivering. He continued to gulp down precum and was now waiting for the climax that was likely close to arrival. Together, they were thrusting harder and faster into each other's mouths.

Muffled moans and gasps soon came from them as they finally reached that point together, the first being Fahen and Zaher following suit right after. Zaher was the first to cum. The hybrid had thankfully prepared himself. He took on the strong gushes of musky cum head on. He continued to moan from the taste of it. Fahen followed suit, shooting his seed from his own cock. The gulping of Zaher around his cock added to the intense pleasure of shooting his load. Together they drank down the hot seed and didn't stop until their climaxes came to an end.

When they were done Fehan and Zaher finally separated. Side by side they were panting hard and licking the seed from their lips.

"Oh that was really good..." Zaher panted.

"I think I can go for another," Fahen said. He came in close to the satyr and couldn't resist the chance to sniff at a buff body that was still glistening with fresh sweat.

"Oh ho... You like that?" Zaher asked. His cock was getting hard again as he felt the hybrid's canine nose exhaling on his chest. Fahen was quick to nod and his erection was returning as well. "I guess it's my turn to choose. I got something in mind that we're both gonna like...."

With the bed being in a messy state, the two were down on the floor. They were in the missionary position with Fahen on top. He was surprised when the satyr admitted that he wanted the last round to be with him on top. Working to fulfill the bigger male's request, Fahen began grinding his cock against the hybrid's tailhole. After a few more slow rocks he eased back and began to push himself inside. A pleasured groan came from Zaher as the length was sliding to him again. The entry was easy thanks to the state of his hole, being still lubed and also slick from his own cum still being inside.

The buff satyr couldn't help but squirm as the cock was driven in deeper. He had taken it before but the size was still more than enough to make him reel. At the same time, Fahen was moaning deeply as he felt the tightness and heat of his crush's insides for the second time. He couldn't help but buck his hips, shoving the rest in all at once.

Being penetrated wasn't the only thing for Fahen to enjoy. While he was still deep inside, Zaher also offered his pits for the hybrid to enjoy. "If you like my scent that much you have as much as you want."

Fahen took him up on that offer. He eased his muzzle in and began to sniff at the space that was offered to him. Like the rest of him, the smell from it was strong but not offensive. The pure odor of fresh musk from the gym was delightfully overwhelming. Zaher chuckled and pulled the hybrid's head in close. The other male's muzzle was shoved into his pit.

"Really get in there. Show me how much you love it."

Doing as he was told, Fahen began to deeply sniff at but also lick the other male's pits. The space was completely damp from the sweat that had been soaked up and he couldn't resist running his tongue along it as well to get a taste. Not only was the smell stronger, coming directly from its source, but the taste was potent yet oh-so appealing in its own way. That lick was followed by another and then another came after that. The earthy scent was paired with a unique tangy flavor. He moaned against the pit and Zaher chuckled in response.

That was until the wolf/sergal pulled back and thrust forwards again with his hips. His cock moved about with ease and that rough shove was paired with a wet noise. Zaher growled from the force and feeling of being stuffed full again. From there Fahen began thrusting in a steady manner. More of those wet noises came as his cock slid back and forth. While Zaher moaned from the direct pleasure, Fahen was moaning as well. He had two reasons for doing so, being the pleasure and the chance to worship his crush's pits. While moving his lower half about he continued to sniff and work his mouth on them.

Just as Zaher had gotten used to the thrusting, there came one with added force. He was completely unprepared for it and growled in response. He gripped the satyr's sweaty body tighter, bringing them even closer together. He asked to be fucked harder. This came as a surprise but Fahen was more than happy to do so. Drawing more strength from his lower body, the hybrid drove his cock in and kept up the force. With each pound his cock was jammed in deep and the sounds of their bodies smacking together were heard just as easily as their moans.

The sensations of being fucked like this and having his pits worshiped at the same time... It eventually became too much for him to bear. He was unable to warn Fahen before he came hands free. Shuddering and groaning through his clenched teeth, Zaher's cock pulsed and shot the last of his balls' contents onto himself.

Fahen was surprised by this but also flattered. He was able to make his crush cum so much without his cock being touched once. Then came the added tightness from the tailhole clenching down. The rhythmic squeezes came from the satyr's climax. He managed to thrust in even faster. Zaher continued to moan out, his body being rocked from the surprising amount of strength that Fahen possessed. The hybrid did his best to endure as best he could but it was becoming harder and harder to resist. His cock was throbbing hard as it slipped in deep again.

He gave all he had, slamming himself against Zaher while still licking and kissing on the musky pits. That's when the wolf/sergal finally came. Throbbing even harder and swelling against the squeezing walls, Fahen's cock unleashed several ropes of hot cum. This load and the one that came before joined together inside of Zaher.

A deep moan came from the mixed breed as he came hard for the final time. Keeping himself hugged close and still taking in lungfuls of the other male's musk, Fahen had an expression of bliss washed over his face. He all but collapsed on top of Zaher when it came to an end. The satyr held on to him the whole time and then groaned when the cock came free from his now leaking ass.

Fahen eased off but he was clearly addicted to Zaher's scent. Chuckling and helping the wolf/sergal to his feet, Zaher suggested they take a shower. Together. Fahen nodded and was surprised when the satyr led him to the bathroom but lifted him up and carried him bridal style. While being held he pressed his face to the musky chest and took in deep breaths, savoring the odor as much as he could before it would be washed off.