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Hey all! This is a new story that has been rolling around in my mind for a few months, but I haven't had time/drive to write it down. It's adult, so no underage people reading, please! Also, I don't support underage drinking, but it is in this story. Original characters and story, so don't use without permission. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy yourself!

Saguaro Sky

Part One - Strike a deal

Hal dug into his last juicy slice of ham and tore off a piece before scooping up the remaining mashed potatoes and bringing it to his mouth.

"What are your plans for the summer, boys?" a graying horse sitting at the head of the table, Hal's father, asked as he placed his napkin down next to his plate.

The younger horse and the coyote sitting across from him looked at each other and shrugged.

"I guess we never really thought about it," Hal said, turning to his father. "You know, with finals an' all. Hadn't planned anything yet."

Hal's father nodded his head and looked over to his wife sitting to his right with a little smile. She stood up and gathered their plates and took them into the kitchen.

"Why?" Don, the coyote, asked before sipping some water. "Did you have something in mind?"

The ageing horse laced his fingers and put his arms on the edge of the table, looking at Hal.

"You probably don't, but do you remember your great uncle Peter?"

"Umm... no," Hal said, trying to search his memory of any scrap clues that could give away what his father was getting at.

"Well, he recently passed away." Hal's father leaned back and placed his hands on his beer belly.

"I'm sorry, were you close?" Don added in, just as curious as Hal to what the death meant.

"Oh no," the horse chuckled, "I only met him once or twice. He was a solitary man, didn't talk much. Died a bachelor." He lifted up a hand and picked under a fingernail.

"So, did he leave something for me in the will?" Hal asked, getting a little excited about the prospect of inheriting a small fortune.

"Actually," Hal's father looked into the excited, younger horse's eyes," no." Hal sighed. "But, he did leave something to me."

Don and Hal looked at the horse who took the opportunity to take a long moment to shift into a better position, playing with the suspense of his audience.

"A ranch," he said.

"Like... like the old west kind?" Hal responded, looking confusedly at Don. "With cowboys and stuff?"

"Well, no. Not anymore at least. Your uncle was in failing health for some years, and only let a nurse visit him on the ranch until he passed away. Because he was bedridden, the whole place sort of decayed on him."

"So, you got a rotten old ranch and some overgrown land? Are you going to sell it?"

"No, I think it'd be a good opportunity for you two boys, so I'm keeping it," Hal's father said as his mom walked back into the dining room.

"You mean, to like, work on it and sell it?" Don asked.

"Sort of. Except for that selling it business."

Don and Hal looked at each other before bursting out laughing.

"Dad, are you serious? That place probably doesn't even have good cell phone service."

"Or plumbing," Hal's father said seriously.

"Dad..." Hal chuckled again. "We don't know anything about ranching."

"What is there to know? You get there, fix a fence and enjoy your summer in the desert. I'll pay for your food and any repairs you'll need."

Don looked back at Hal, then to his father. "How far away is this place?"

"Far. There is a small mining town about 50 miles east of it, and the neighbors are about as close."

Hal tried to chuckle again, but the seriousness of the offer had taken over the room.

"But, what if there is a fire, or an emergency?" the young horse asked nervously.

"There won't be if you're careful."

"What if we need water?" Don asked.

"There is a well on the ranch. Your uncle lived there for close to 50 years just fine. We'll stock pile you with food and first aid kits, and anything else you'd need. The house on the ranch is fully furnished, and has an old generator Peter put in a few years ago because of his health needs."

Hal looked down at his gravy covered plate in contemplation.

"I don't know dad, I was kind of hoping to just relax this summer."

"Well, that's just fine to. But you'll have to pay rent if you want to stay here."

"WHAT?" Hal said looking at his mom, who nodded. "Why?"

Don laughed and sat back in his chair.

"Well, you're one year into college now, and it's time to learn what it's like in the real world. And don't you laugh Mr. Coyote," he said, turning to Don. "I talked to your mom, and she is setting the same deal up with you."

Don stopped laughing and sat there quietly, not knowing what to say.

"Well," Hal said, looking at Don. "That ruins the summer plans a bit."

"What plans?" Hal's dad said, chuckling.

"Can we talk about it and give you an answer in the morning?" Don asked.

"Fine with me. But, just as some advice, a hundred and fifty a week for rent starts to ad up quickly."

"A HUNDRED AND FIFTY A WEEK!?" Hal yelled.

His father just nodded and smirked.

With a huff, Hal stood up from his chair. "You guys are really fair, you know that?"

"Don't blame me," Hal's mother said, "blame the system." She giggled.

Don got up from the table as Hal rolled his eyes and they walked upstairs to his room.

"This isn't fair," Hal said falling back onto his bed. "I just... gahh. It's just not fair."

"Yeah. He talked to my mom. That was low. I could have dealt with a summer of you gone, but he just had to wrangle me into it to," Don said while sitting down in a chair at Hal's desk.

"Wow. Glad I'm your friend." Don lobbed a pillow at the coyote.

"Ehh, I guess it's fitting, I've been stuck to you since we were five." He chucked the pillow back to the horse, who caught it and placed it over his face and groaned.

After a moment of silence in memoriam of their ruined summer, Hal pulled the pillow off his face.

"You still staying the night?"

"Yeah, not sure I want to see my mom after knowing she was going to charge me rent the whole summer."

"Seriously." Hal groaned again. "Wanna play some games?"

"Might as well, we won't have them for the rest of the summer."

The two friends spent the rest of the night shooting random people online before going to bed. The night's light shone faintly through the open window as they got ready to sleep. As Don unrolled his sleeping bag on the floor, Hal sat up in his bed.

"What are we going to do about sleeping at the ranch?"

"What do you mean?" Don asked over the unzipping sound.

"Well, I doubt he had a very large bed, if even one at all, and I'm not going to let you sleep on the floor all night. Who knows what kind of poisonous things crawl around in there."

"Hmm, I'm not sure. Maybe he has a cot?"

"Probably not, he lived alone. Why would he have a bed if no one visited. Besides, have you ever slept on a cot? The floor would be better."

"Well, what are you suggesting? I snuggle up with you?" Don laughed.

"Well... yeah. I guess. I mean, can you think of any other way?"

"Uhh... I don't know." Don looked at his friend's small twin bed.

"It's not like we have never done it before. Remember boy scout camp and the leaky roof?"

"But we were just kids. Things have changed a bit."

"What?" Hal asked. "Sharing a bed doesn't make you gay."

Don laughed nervously and looked down.

"Wow, you're really worried about this, aren't you?"

Don looked back up. "What? No. I mean, it's not gay, it's just..." he trailed off as he looked back down.

"Well, what then?"

"Nothing. We can share a bed."

"Do you want to tonight? Just to get a feel for it?" Hal scooted over to the side of the bed and lifted up the sheet.

Don looked at him and bit his lip. Hal noticed.

"What's wrong? Nothing is going to happen, don't worry."

Don slowly walked towards the bed and got in and pulled the sheet over himself.

Hal shifted in the small bed and turned his head to the stiff looking coyote.

"Got enough room between us?" Hal joked noticing how much room Don had put between their bodies.

Don just gave a short chuckle and inched a little closer. Hal shook his head and wished him good night.

The coyote stayed stiff in the bed, and looked out the open window at the moon peaking past one of the corners. His mind was racing, and he wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to just gently slip out of the bed and onto the floor with his sleeping bag, but every movement he made was magnified by the springy mattress. He looked over at the sleeping horse's nose sticking up from the sheets. Then his eyes moved down to the lump over his hips. Hal gave a little snort and the coyotes eyes shot back to the window. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind so he could sleep, but there was no relief for the poor coyote that night.

***

As Hal woke up the next morning he sat up and looked down at the coyote next to him. He was still in the same stiff position and looked like he had just fallen asleep for the first time a few minutes ago. He carefully got out of the bed and walked to the closet to get a pair of clothes and slipped out of the room for a shower.

When he came back, Don was awake and sitting at the computer at his desk.

"Did you sleep at all last night?" Hal asked, dumping his clothes in a hamper.

"What?" Don said, looking over with bloodshot eyes. "Oh, yeah, just fine."

"You sure?" Hal asked, looking at him closer. "You look like hell."

"That's just my morning face." Don rubbed his eyes.

"Can't wait to see that every morning," he chuckled.

Don just stuck out his tongue.

"So," Hal said. "Ready to officially destroy our summer?"

Don nodded, and they walked down to the kitchen. Hal's mother was putting down a plate of bacon.

"Good morning boys! Oh, Don, are you ok?"

"Yeah... I just didn't sleep well last night."

"I thought you said you did," Hal said sitting down at the table.

Don just shrugged and sat down as well.

Hal's father walked in to the kitchen and sat down.

"So, you two have an answer for me?"

"Yeah." Hal sighed. "We'll do the ranch thing."

"Great. You leave tomorrow morning!"

Hal choked on a piece of bacon. "Tomorrow? Isn't that kind of soon?"

"Yes, but it's a long drive, and we already have everything ready to go. You two just need to pack. Well, actually, just you Hal. Don's mother already packed for him and is delivering it here in a few hours." He said, looking at Don. "Yeesh, what happened to you?"

"Nothing," Don said sleepily as he sunk in his chair.

"Well anyway," Hal's father continued, "You boys will take the station wagon. It's already packed with food and water. I printed off directions; it's about a five hour trip. Your job is to get everything you want to bring with into that car by tonight. You're going to bed early, because I don't want you falling asleep at the wheel. It's a boring trip."

Don and Hal finished up their breakfast and headed up to Hal's room. They sifted through his closet and made a pile of stuff to bring. They celebrated their last few moments of TV, internet and video games before hauling down the suitcases to the car.

Don found his stuff piled neatly in the living room with a note saying "love you" on the top.

"Didn't even say goodbye. Ouch," Hal said before picking up one of the boxes and bringing it to the car. By eight that night, everything was packed up, and Hal's parents were rushing the two to bed.

Don's sleeping bag had been packed away, so he had no other option but to sleep in the same bad as Hal again. As he lay awake, listening to the sound of the sheets ruffling as the horse shifted, he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out.

Finally, a cracked "Hal...?" emerged.

"Yeah?" Hal asked, turning his head to the coyote.

"Hal, do you remember that next year at boy scout camp after the leaky roof?"

Hal didn't respond for a while. "...Yes."

"Do you remember what I did to you that one night before we went home when all the other boys were gone?"

Another long silence. "I thought we decided we weren't going to mention that again."

"I know..." Don said nervously. "But, it's been on my mind lately."

"It was a onetime thing, Don. Don't worry about it. It happened, and now it's over, and that's all there is to it."

"What... what if I didn't want that to be all there is to it?"

Hal shifted in the bed.

"Don, I don't want to talk about this now," he turned his head away.

"Well, I do. I liked going down on you, Hal." Don's stomach exploded in butterflies as the words left his lips.

The room was deathly silent. Neither of them dared to move.

"Hal...?" Don said, looking down at the horse.

"Don, why did you have to make this complicated? We could have just slept in the same bed and it wouldn't be weird. But you had to bring it all up again, didn't you?"

Don could feel his eyes start to well up as he turned his head away. "I'm sorry," he said softly.

The silence of the windless night became deafening in the room as sleep slowly overtook them.

***

The next morning, Hal woke up and quietly got ready. As Don opened his eyes, they met Hal's and the horse looked away as he slid a shirt on. Hal quickly left the room, and Don got out of bed. The salt stains from a night of tears covered his pillow. He flipped it over and got ready as well.

They both ate breakfast in silence, and got in the car. As they drove off, the sounds of Hal's parent's wishes for a safe time being yelled faded into the sounds of suburbia.

Don unfolded the paper directions and looked over them.

"Seems like a fairly straightforward route. Ready for some fun?" He looked over at Hal, who was stoically looking forward.

Don felt a little hurt as he folded the map back up.

"Should we listen to the radio?" Don suggested, reaching for the knob.

"It's broken."

Hal's first words to him since last night were cold and rough, and all Don could manage was a pathetic "oh."

Hal merged onto the highway, and the two sat silently as the world flew by them. Soon they were surrounded by the brown earth of the desert. Tall, skinny cactuses broke apart the endless jagged horizon of the distant mountains. Old barbwire fences ran along the road, with the occasional break for the entrance to a ranch.

Don tried to read each name in hopes one of them could act as a landmark on the map, but he had no such luck.

As a few hours passed, Hal pulled off to the side of the road.

"I need to piss," he said briefly before undoing his seatbelt and getting out of the car.

Don got out too, and followed Hal, who was walking into the low brush. He looked back at the coyote.

"What are you doing?"

Don stopped in his tracks. "Following you?"

Hal gave him a weird look. Don apologized and headed off in a different direction. He found a tall bush and could hear the loud splash of urine off in the distance. He unzipped his pants and relived himself before going back to the car.

Hal was already inside by the time he got there, and was looking over the map.

"We should be close. Look for a sign saying 'Saguaro Sky Ranch.'"

Don smiled since the words weren't cold anymore and nodded. "What is a saguaro?"

"I think they're the big cactuses out here."

"Oh, what a funny name," he said laughing in the silent car.

The straight faced horse just stated the car and drove back onto the highway. Don sighed quietly and started looking out for any potential ranch signs in the seeable distance of the road.

A half hour later, a large grouping of saguaro cactuses came into view. As the car neared, a rusted arch over a gap in the green pillars proved the spot to be the ranch they were looking for. Hal drove the car through the gate and followed a dusty, bumpy road along a vast, flat piece of land. A small collection of dots in the distance marked the goal as the car shook and rattled its way along.

Don rolled down the window, letting the dry, hot air of the desert flow into the air-conditioned car. Hal pulled up along a dark wooden, flat topped cabin with a porch. Next to the side of the house was a small outhouse with the door swinging open and creaking in the soft breeze, and a tall water tower with a gated off area for showering. As the car shut down, the two walked out onto the crunching desert road and looked around.

There was nothing for miles but brush and cactuses. The unrelenting sun beat down on the two new bodies. Don walked up onto the covered patio. There was an old bench next to a rusted screen door with a horse shoe nailed above it. A pair of worn, old cowboy boots sat next to the door as the wind whistled against the rustic shelter. Hal walked up behind him holding a key. He opened the screen door, clenching his teeth at the sound of rusted metal grinding and unlocked the old iron lock. He let the door swing open to the dark inside of the cabin.

The two squinted, trying to adjust their eyes to the new space. They walked in and discovered that it was just a single room with a table, two chairs, some shelves of supplies and a section that resembled a kitchen.

Don walked up to the cast iron stove.

"Any idea how to work one of these?" he said opening the front with a loud clank and looking at the ashy inside.

Hal just shrugged and walked over to the table where there was a stack of handwritten papers. He picked it up and started reading.

Don closed the stove and looked out the window over the sink. He could see the connecting pipe from the water tank outside. He also saw a large wood pile and another small shack off in the distance.

"Well," Hal said, turning to Don as he flipped back to the front page of the papers, "My uncle wrote my dad a letter about this place."

"What does it say?"

"Dear Paul, Welcome to the ranch. It's not quite as polished as it once was thanks to this damn cancer, but it's still a ranch. You'll come to find it a cozy place. I know you're not used to the lifestyle of a ranch, so I included a few things you should know. By now, you've probably noticed there is no bed. I sleep on the roof. There are stairs in the back. Keeps the scorpions out."

Hal looked up at Don, who was looking up at the roof contemplating the safety of that.

Hal continued, "You'll also need to pump the water tank full. It's a lot of work, but it gets you the water you'll need. Showers don't last more than a few minutes, so be quick about it. Anything you'll need to repair fences or maintenance on the house will be in the shack. There is some liquor in the cellar, and since I can't take it with me, it's all yours."

Hal smiled and looked for an opening on the floor, which he found across the room.

"Sweet!" he said, as he walked over.

"Keep reading!" Don said, stopping him.

With a sigh, Hal flipped a page and started reading again. "There is a shotgun mounted next to the door, and powder and bullets are in the cabinet under the sink. I hope you remember how to fire one from when we were kids, because you're going to need it."

Hal looked up again at Don as they shrugged.

"Be careful of snakes in the wood pile. I'm being buried with my pistol, so you should keep your own handy. There is a crick not too far off to the west that gets a flow during the rainy season. It's on the property, and there is gold in there, so you'll get some squatters. I imagine there'll be a lot of them once I'm gone. You have to scare them off every once in a while. That's family gold, Paul, don't let it get stole from under your ass."

Don smiled as he looked out the window again. "Which way is west?"

"No idea," Hal chuckled. "Paul," he continued, "I was not a well liked man in the area. Don't go telling people you live on my land. The locals are not good people. If you need to go into town, just say you're visiting a relative. The less you say, the better. That's all I have to say, Paul. Keep good care of my ranch. Sincerely, Peter."

Hal put the paper back down on the table.

"So," Don said, looking around. "What now?"

"Liquor."

"Agreed."

They both ran to the door in the floor and opened it. There was an old wooden staircase into a dark room. Don ran back to the car and came back with a flashlight and they shined it down. There were cobwebs and dust everywhere, and the walls of the cellar were lined with jugs of whisky, gin and something labeled moonshine.

They carefully walked down, and Don jumped as he saw a large spider move in a corner. Hal shone the light at the bottles and laughed happily. He picked up a bottle and blew off the dust.

"Grab a few more," he said to Don as he picked up another bottle and headed up the stairs. Don picked up two and followed him. When they were at the surface, Hal kicked the door shut, sending dust flying across the room. "Ready to have some fun?"

Don placed the bottles on the table. "Shouldn't we move in, and maybe pump some water first?"

Hal huffed. "I was hoping you wouldn't say that."

They unpacked the car and moved all their stuff into the small room. They dumped off their sleeping bags on the roof, which had a small makeshift mattress on a metal frame. When they had finished unloading everything and setting up the house, they walked around the house to the outhouse and looked in.

"Think something is living in there?" Hal asked, pointing towards the dark hole cut into the wooden bench.

Don slowly crept close and looked in nervously. He jumped as Hal shoved him forward and yipped loudly as he caught himself.

Hal laughed loudly and walked out, as Don glared at him. They moved over to the water tank and looked up. There was a thick pipe connecting to the ground with a pump lever connected to it. Hal explored the small wooden structure meant to be a shower. Under a shower head that had seen better days was about three feet of fence suspended above a foot and a half of nothing on the dusty ground.

"Not much privacy" he said, looking over the short barrier.

Don started to crank away at the large pump, and the pipe began to rattle and moan.

"How do we tell when it's full?" Hal said, walking back over to the straining coyote.

"No..." Don said between huffs, "idea."

"Here," Hal said, taking the lever from him and heaving it down with more ease.

"Thanks," Don said stepping back from the muscular horse and wiping the sweat from his fur.

After a few minutes of heaving, they heard a small splash above them.

"Seriously? All that, and it just started?" Hal said, wiping the sweat from his eyes. "It's too hot for this." He pulled off his shirt and started working again.

Don watched as the muscles moved under the dark, wet fur of his horse friend. Hal has built up a lot of bulk during his first year of college, and had always been more toned than Don. His sleek black mane and tail glistened in the sun as he pumped away. He gazed down at the round butt in the tight jeans, thinking about what it looked like out of them.

Hal glanced over at the coyote just standing there looking at him.

"Mind giving a hand?" he said, heaving away.

Don snapped back to reality and ran up next to the horse to help. With each push down, another splash of water come from above. A small leak started to drip on Hal's shoulder, but he didn't seem to notice. They stopped pumping when there were exhausted and sat in the small patch of shade that the large tank cast on the ground.

"How often do you think we'll have to do that?" Hal said, still shirtless and trying to catch his breath.

Don looked up at the large tank. "Depends on how much water we use. I imagine showering would take a lot."

"Well, I'm not doing that every day."

"We'll have to, I think."

"I'd rather just shower together," Hal said jokingly.

"We could do that," Don said looking back at the horse.

"Don..." Hal said turning away. "Don't make it awkward again. I just got over it from the last time."

"Sorry. It was just a suggestion."

The desert wind blew gently against them. And Hal lay back onto the ground, his chest raising and lowering as he breathed. Don watched out of the corner of his eye, feeling guilty for the situation.

Don looked back at the house.

"Are those bullet holes?" he said, pointing.

Hal lifted his head and looked too.

"Umm... Yeah, I think so." He looked back over to Don. "It's an old place, I'm sure it's seen some action. Wanna drink?"

"Badly."

They both stood up and moved into the house. Hal grabbed a bottle of whisky and pulled out the cork. He took a quick swig and spit it out, coughing.

"Holy shit! What is this stuff? My whole mouth is burning."

"It's whisky," Don said laughing as he took a small sip of a bottle of gin. "This stuff states like liquid pine tree!"

Hal took another swig and forced it down. "I guess I can get used to it."

Don took another sip and smiled slyly.

The sun had started to set, and the sky turned a deep purple. The house got dark, so Don set out to find the generator. He found it under the stairs to the roof and started it up. It was loud and spit smoky exhaust at him, but the window lit up, so he wandered back inside.

As he got through the door, Hal dropped his empty bottle on the table and tried to stand up, his legs shook and he fell down.

"Dude, I'm so drunk righnow," he slurred as he tried to get back up in his chair.

Don helped him up.

"I know, just try to stay in the chair so you don't hurt yourself, big boy."

Don sat down in his chair and eyed the still mostly full bottle of gin.

"God... I feel filthy," Hal said looking down at his arms. "I need a shower."

"Well, it's dark now, so you'll have to wait until morning."

"Bahh, it's just darkness, it never hurt nobody," he said trying to stand up again. "I'm going out."

Don just laughed as he watched his friend stumble his way to the door. As he got to the screen, he shoved it open and looked back at the coyote sitting at the table.

"Well, r'you gonna join me or not?" Hal said, smiling.

Don's ears perked up. "What?"

"Oh, come on," Hal said, trying to unbutton his pants, while staying balanced against the door frame. "I donwanna have to pump again."

Don looked down at the horse's hands fumbling with the button until he got it. He let down his zipper and Don noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear. The base of the dark horse cock stared back at him as Hal tried to gain his balance.

"Well," Hal said, stumbling out of the doorway, "I'm gonna go even if you won't." He walked away, letting the door slam shut, but not before letting his pants drop, flashing his ass through the glow through the screen.

Don tapped his finger on the bottle of gin, trying to weigh the situation as he heard the hoofs skid along the rocky ground to the shower. The tent in his pants and his slightly intoxicated mind finally decided for him, and took a swig of gin and quickly darted out the door.

It was a moonless night, so Don had to step carefully through the darkness. The only light was coming from the window of the cabin. As his eyes adjusted, he could just make out the discarded pair of pants on the ground and the outline of Hal just getting into the fence around the shower.

"So, you decided ta join me, huh?" Hal said, leaning against the fence.

"Thought it'd be be better if you weren't outside alone."

"Sure you did," Hal said, giggling as Don got closer. "And me being all naked has nothin' to do with it."

Don just laughed nervously as he stood next to Hal. The horse reached over to his friends shoulder and felt his shirt.

"You going to shower in all of that?" His breath smelled heavily of the whisky, and Don started to think twice about his decision. "Here, let me help you." Hal slid his hand down the coyote's chest until he touched his crotch. "Oh, what's this? Is this a bar of soap, or are you just happy to see me?" he said laughing in his drunk state.

Don's mind kept telling him to run away, but Hal's hand had already moved back up and was pulling his shirt off. The intoxicated horse flung the shirt away. He went down again to unbutton his pants, but don shifted away.

"I-I can do that myself," Don said undoing his shorts.

"Oh, a strip tease," Hal said, resting his head on his arms on the fence. "That works too."

Don felt awkward dropping his pants for the ogling horse. He could start to make out the horse's features by now, so he knew there wasn't hiding anything from him. He dropped down his boxers, to a whistle from Hal, and stepped into the shower and closed the gate.

Hal turned around and faced the coyote, but the shadow from the fence hid anything below his belly button. Don gulped.

"Nice outside," Hal said, still looking at the nude coyote. "Isn't it?"

Don nodded. Hal leaned up from the fence and took a few steps closer in the small square, and Don pressed up against the gate.

"Gimmie your hand," Hal said extending his own out.

Don slowly placed his paw in Hal's grip. Hal pressed it against his stomach and guided it down. Don gulped as he felt warm, soft flesh against his fingers. He tried to grip the thick rod, but his hand wouldn't wrap around. With his eyes wide in the darkness, he felt his way down the length, and Hal moaned.

"A lot has changed since boy scout camp," Hal said, nuzzling the side of his head against Don's. "And I'm not even hard yet."

Don felt the horses arms wrap around him, as their bodies pressed together. He felt his stiff cock sandwich between their stomachs, and Hal's hanging dick press against his thigh. Hal's lips pressed against Don's as he gave a little thrust between them.

Don felt the cock pulse against his leg, and he got nervous and looked up at the shower head. The release was just above him, so he reached up and pulled it. The horse on top of him neighed loudly in the night as the cold water hit his back.

He laughed and pulled the coyote into the falling water. Don shivered in the cold downfall and Hal wrapped around him, giving another kiss. Don clung to the warm body and embraced the kiss from his friend. He barely noticed the hand move between them and brush along his cock.

"You're so hard," Hal broke the kiss and said.

Don moaned as he felt the horse grip his stiff member. Hal fell down on his knees and stuck the coyote's cock in his mouth.

Don grabbed the side of the fence as he felt the horse's tongue glide under his sensitive cock. The cool water falling hard on his body and the warm mouth of his friend around his dick was too much, and he felt his knot swell. He felt a hand squeeze down on the bulge as the soft lips moved up and down his shaft. The steaming water dripped down from their bodies and onto the muddy ground. Hal's other hand gently played with his balls, and he couldn't hold back anymore

The horse sucked away as the cock pulsed and squired a hot load. Don howled to the sky as he lost his footing and fell to his knees next to the horse. He grabbed Hal's face and kissed it deeply, tasting the mixture of cum and alcohol as his cock pulsed one last time, shooting a rope of cum into the horse's lap.

Hal's hands moved down and squeezed the coyotes ass, making him moan into their kiss. Don's paw moved down his chest and grabbed the horses cock. He looked down at the still soft, floppy piece of flesh.

"Guess that's why they call it whisky dick," Hal said disappointingly. "Sorry."

Don let the wet cock slide through his paw and dangle between the horses legs with their matching massive balls. If it was that big soft, he wondered why it would look like hard. Hal stood up embarrassed. Don joined him under the falling water, which slowly died to a drip.

"Well, damn," Hal said, looking up at the spout. "Guess we're done showering."

Don smiled as the cold wind blew on their wet bodied and Hal held him close. Hal lost his balance and stumbled back to the gate and opened it. He walked over to his pants and picked them up. Don did the same, turned off the generator, and helped Hal up the stairs to the roof. The nude, dripping, intoxicated horse was stumbling all over the stairs, taking several opportunities to splay his legs out for the coyote. He even tried to go down on Don again half way up, but Don was more concerned about the stability of the old wood holding both their weight.

When they got to the roof, Don laid down the sleeping bag on the mattress. Hal stood on the roof looking at the dark starry sky in awe. His outline was all Don could make out as he walked over and pulled him to the bed. Hal lay down in the soft sleeping bag and pulled Don down onto his chest.

"I really wish I was hard right now," Hal whispered in his friend's ear as they both looked up at the night sky. Don smiled as Hal pulled the sleeping bag over them and placed his arms over the coyote's stomach.

The starry night sky went on forever as Don looked up at it. Hal fell asleep quickly, rubbing his soft cock against Don's ass every time he moved. Don didn't mind. The horse's chin brushed against the coyote's neck and he smiled and closed his eyes, felling the horse's chest rise and fall as he lay there. He heard an owl hooting in the distance as he drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the warm arms.

Thanks for reading! Wait for the next part in 2 weeks! :3