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Damn.

By the time Paul realized he had yawn for the fifth time in as many minutes, he realized that watching the movie wasn't going to do the trick for him tonight.

The stallion was sprawled on the couch, with his big, though somewhat heavy-lidded eyes still fixed on the screen, and with beer and popcorn well within his hand's reach, whenever his hand wasn't rubbing the bulge in his shorts, and despite all these comforts and the DVD borrowed from his roommate Doug's movie shelf, it became clear to Paul that the night was pretty much a failure.

The stallion yawned, scratched his balls, flapped his tail, and nickered quietly. More and more bullets were flying on screen, but still the horse felt like he was watching the paint dry. He felt tired, but not only that, but also restless, not amused by the movie at all despite it being a classic orgy of violence, and kind of...not quite happy that he was spending the Friday afternoon doing nothing.

If only his roomie would've been there. It'd been much easier to come up with something fun with Doug, considering the bull's easy-going ways, but of course this was the very weekend when he really had to go to visit his mother because of her 55th birthday, and considering that the bull would never miss the opportunity to color coordinate different shades of mauve for the decorations...yeah...the stallion didn't stand a chance in comparison.

Paul yawned and scratched his belly. It was only 8 pm, but it could as well been 11 pm...not exactly his favorite time to go to bed, especially on a Friday, when it was supposed to be about staying up late and having FUN, not about...slowly fossilizing on the couch and gorging himself on unhealthy snacks and slowly boning up from all the self-fondling he was doing.

Not that Paul would blame himself. Being in the possession of an almost foot of juicy horse meat was something the stallion was certainly proud of, and he never wasted and opportunity to give a really special two-handed massage to his personal trouser snake...with a happy ending, of course. Judging by the throbbing, blunt tip forcing its way out of the waistband of his boxers and looking one-eyedly at the horse's big, bleary ones, the impressive tool of masculine pride was definitely in the need for some good, hot action.

The stallion snuffled to himself, licked his big tongue over his thumb, and then brought his newly lubed digit down to rub it onto his piss slit. The horse nickered and breathed heavily and felt his thick shaft pulse and jump against his toned abs, now that the somewhat idle, but good stimulation was applied onto his sensitive meat. The little tease was barely enough, though, and next, Paul closed his palm around his tip and gave it a good, nice little squeeze.

Paul's tail swished against the side of the couch at the sensation. His hand felt warm and nice, and he knew that if he went on giving himself a few good strokes, and maybe find some lube from their communal bottle, he could definitely work himself up to a nice evening jack off, like the hot bronco horse he was. Paul chuffed to himself. Despite the attractive prospect of having his hand seesawing over his bulging prick, the stallion knew that he'd rather have something else wrapped around his thick dick.

The horse's eyes fell onto his phone, currently resting on the low coffee table in front of the couch. Its electronic memory contained the numbers of several one night stands and other acquaintances, many of whom, Paul thought, would probably not mind the invitation for a casual...drink shared in the horse's cozy apartment (decorated by Doug, naturally), and then one thing could lead to the other, and before 10 pm, if the horse was lucky, he'd be riding someone's butt HARD, and his weekend would have been saved.

But would it be worth the effort? Paul rubbed his chin and contemplated the sight of the black plastic rectangle on the coffee table. He was still feeling lazy, and the prospect of inviting someone over also included the need for some preparation...he did want to be a good host, after all, even if the purpose of the visit was to get it on...

...and that'd mean tidying up the place, putting out some extra drinks and snacks, changing his good sex sheets onto the bed, sterilizing the sex toys and cleaning himself in and out for some nice uninhibited rolls in the sack...

Paul grunted to himself and nickered softly into the room, barely audible over the constant blasting sound of gunfire coming off the subwoofer. He wondered whether the very thought of even having to consider inviting someone over for sex was a sign of old age or world-weariness...and he was only 36....that wasn't old...it couldn't have been old...he didn't feel old...he was a hot thing, with bulging muscles, thick pecs, nice abs, and a cock only other big guys OR the most sluttiest smaller guys could take without trouble...and even then they'd bite their lip and slurr the horniest things while being pounded...

Yeah, Paul thought, with some pride, and with the need to give his cock an extra squeeze, low on his shaft and through the fabric of his shorts. The thick, unflared tip bounced on top of his silky-furred abs. He felt very good, and hot, and warm, and made him flap his tail against the couch.

"Fuck," Paul grunted, aloud, and reached for the phone.

The stallion flipped the phone around on his palm and quickly tapped himself into the directory. He thumbed the touch screen slowly and began to browse through the list of names and numbers, going past his curious eyes, while his mind worked to connect the name with the face...or more like...the body, of the fur attached.

Abel...hmm...yeah...a rhino...Paul wondered, one-handedly browsing, one-handedly fondling...nahh...he only wanted to have sex if his boyfriend could watch...and Paul wasn't really thinking of giving a live show tonight...he didn't like performance anxiety.

Aiden...who was that? Hmm...yeah, that's it, Paul mused, he was a stallion...a cocky bastard if you ever met one...hmm...and with that tongue piercing...which made for some interesting head...hmmm....hmmm...Paul snorted hotly as he remembered that the said horse had also moved out of town almost six months ago.

Damn.

Tap tap.

Arnold...hmm...a wolf, Paul was pretty sure that he had screwed around with a wolf called Arnold...so perhaps it was a wolf...but that also reminded him of the feeling of the wolf's knot sinking into his quivering, stretched-out asshole...yeah....Paul thought, the wolf was a top, and while he didn't usually turn down the opportunity of getting his butt well fucked, but today he was probably more looking forward to being the one doing the fucking.

On with letter B....Bart...who was Bart...the stallion really had to scratch his balls for that...Bart was a Pit Bull...oh yes...a hot little number, with a nice bouncy dick and hot ass...that wasn't open for horse cocks....hmmm...

Tap, tap...

Tap.

Paul's ears flicked in surprise as his thumb stopped over the next name of interesting coming into view. There, between the number for his workmate Ben and his cousin Burt, was a Brett...no last name, unlike he did with all of his serious friends and acquaintances, no, only the first name...Brett...which meant...

Oh yes...

Paul's cock began to pulse more rapidly as the memory of the hot night a few weeks back returned into his mind...of the day of the reunion night at the bar with his college friends...followed by him coming home only to find his roomie fucking the brains out of a hot young hunk called Brett...who was a gorilla of all furs. Paul freely admitted that he had a fetish for those stubby cocks, massive muscles and asses that looked like two black bowling balls glued together...with a very hot hairy hole hidden between them, for him to enjoy with his fingers, tongue and most of all, with his huge dong.

The gorilla had definitely been into it as well, accepting the continuous phallic assaults of Paul and his roomie Doug throughout the night, and he'd only left next morning...after a very hot and soapy session in the shower that could barely hold all three of them...but that certainly had not been a problem. He'd given his phone number to both furs, as well, and told them, with a hot wink, that he'd gladly accept an invite for a night out...resulting in a lot of groping and butt-slapping from Paul and Doug, as they ushered their nightly visitor out of the apartment...bow-legged, but happy.

Well if that was what the gorilla wanted...Paul certainly was happy to provide, he thought. The horse let out a manly grunt of determination and made the quick taps required for dialing up the gorilla's number, and then placed the phone over his eager ear.

The phone dialed once...twice...each time making Paul's opposite ear flick quickly...three times now...fourth time...

Paul frowned a little, but still held onto his phone. The phone rang for the fifth time now, and he started to wonder whether the gorilla would answer at all...

...until there was the telltale sound of a line being opened, and a deep voice rumbled through.

"Brett's phone," the voice grunted.

Paul frowned a little at the odd manner of answering, and felt a lick of tension in his belly for it, but decided not to be demoralized just yet. Maybe the slutty gorilla simply had quirks like that.

"Uhmm....it's...uh...Paul here..." the horse introduced himself.

Paul wondered whether the gorilla would pick on right away, or whether he should add...'yo, so it's the horse Paul here who fucked you a couple of weeks back once my roomie Doug decided to share your ass with me, and you told me to call you if you wanted another go.'

_ _

There was a moment's silence, before the voice replied.

"Hmmm...Brett's out watering the rhododendrons, but I can take the phone out to him...hold on...hmm...Paul you said?"

Paul's lips froze into position before he could form a single word in answer. He was having trouble comprehending what was being said on the other end of the line.

"Brett's out watering the rhododendrons."

So it wasn't the gorilla himself on the phone but someone else...someone who was going to take the phone to him...someone with a big, deep voice that made Paul's cock even harder than before, despite the mysterious identity of the voice. The horse wasn't sure whether this was such a good idea after all...considering that he might have just accidentally phoned the gorilla's boyfriend...and it probably wasn't going to be easy to explain that to this mystery man, let alone, the possible trouble for Brett, if he had been screwing around behind his boyfriend's back...

Hmm...

_ _

Paul let go of his cock, to make sure that his mind would be void of distractions, while he swallowed, and spoke onwards.

"Yeah, that's it, Paul."

Some sort of a creaking sound was heard on the background on the other side of the line, followed by a deep, husky breath from the mystery voice, which certainly didn't sound bad to the stallion at all. Did he just hear the sound of a car going past? Was the mystery caller now on the outside.

"Alright," the voice rumbled. "You go to the same school with Brett?"

SCHOOL????

Paul's eyes widened. Did the mystery voice just say...

"BREEEETT, SOME GUY PAUL FROM YOUR SCHOOL'S ON THE PHONE!" the oddly muffled sound of the mystery fur on the other end of the line echoed back into Paul's shell-shocked ears, obviously being a shout for the gorilla in question to step forward and receive the phone...

"Okay, he's here," the voice returned, more normal now. "Nice talking to you..."

Paul blinked.

"Uhh...thanks," the horse managed.

"Hello?" a voice, clearly different from the first one, though still quite deep, resonated in his ear now, and this one he recognized well as the one who had filled his ears with rough grunts and moans throughout the hot and heavy night of dirty fun.

A voice, which, despite its depth and dark tone, still managed to sound...

...young.

Fuck.

Paul rubbed the side of his muzzle and let his mind run through all the possible scenarios in might. Surely the mystery voice had meant college when he said school, and maybe the gorilla was saving on living costs by staying with his parents or something...who knows, the mystery voice could've easily been Brett's father. The gorilla was pretty young, after all...just exactly how old, the horse wasn't sure, but Doug didn't really practice cradle-stealing in gay bars...

Shit.

"It's Paul here," the horse said into the phone after another weighty pause. "From...uh...I'm Doug's friend."

The gorilla was quiet for a while, before his voice came back, oddly husked, this time, as if he was trying to keep his voice down.

"Uhm....hi..."

Damn, Paul thought, that made the gorilla sound EVEN younger than Paul as now envisioning him to be, after the...interesting...word choice by the other male voice on the phone, earlier.

"Well hello," Paul continued. "What's up? Watering the plants, I hear..."

A snort was heard over the phone.

"Uhm...yeah....uh...dad told me to..."

Paul's fingers squeezed the sides of his phone more firmly now, as the identity of the mystery caller had been finally established. There was no way that the gorilla could have meant dad in the sugar dad sense...not when speaking it up with such an awkward tone.

Well wasn't this just fantastic? He had just phoned the gorilla with the intention of inviting him over for a fuck, and now he'd been answered by the hot dude's DAD instead...and by a dad who still held enough command authority over his son so that he could order him to perform menial tasks on the yard.

"I see," Paul nickered.

"Uhn...I'm sorry, dude, I didn't want my phone to get wet so I left it in my room...uh...dad must've heard it...uhm..."

"Dad, huh?" Paul questioned.

"Heh, yeah," the gorilla rumbled.

"He seemed to get the idea that he was talking to a Paul from your ...school, "the stallion noted somewhat tensely.

"He did?" the gorilla sounded surprised.

"Yep," Paul snuffled, feeling more and more weirded out by this situation.

"Oh shit, hehehe," the gorilla seemed to be snickering now, much to Paul's ear-flicking surprise, as he listened to the rumble.

Paul wasn't sure what to say to that. The gorilla seemed to be handling this in quite the unexpected way...especially considering the strange intermission of Brett's dad's involvement as well. The horse wasn't sure what to do now...he'd never had to deal with anyone's parents, really, not since he himself was something like 18 years old, and it had been easy enough to sneak over to someone's place for a...sleepover...

...but he was 36 now, not 18, and he definitely didn't live with his parents, and he had not expected that the hunky, husky dude he had fucked would be doing exactly that. It seemed incredible, and a bit weird...not to mention, something of an ego stroke as well, considering that the younger dude had certainly not minded some hot daddy stallion action going on in his roughly bred rump hole.

"So...uhh...wassup??" the gorilla's voice returned to his ear again, bringing Paul out of his thoughts and back into the situation at hand.

Paul wondered whether he should give it up and tell the gorilla that it was a bad idea that he called in the first place, especially since the gorilla was obviously...pre-occupied with his business, and he didn't want to cause any trouble for anyone...but he also couldn't deny the fact that he was feeling damn horny. Even talking to the gorilla was keeping his dick fully hard, with the earlier fantasies of doing extremely dirty stuff with gorillas mixing with the actual memories of their real all-night romp. The horny young muscledude had certainly been into it...and...maybe...perhaps...well...

Oh well.

He could always try...he might be a bit of a dirty old man for doing it, but the gorilla had certainly not been psychologically damaged...except maybe for the reinforcement of his ongoing cock and cum addiction at the hands of the stallion and his roomie Doug.

"Well..." Paul nickered, "my roomie's away for the weekend and it's a pretty quiet evening and I was thinking that having some fun might be...fun..."

Paul's heart kept thumping in his chest while he waited with baited breath to hear what the gorilla would say about his more than blatant enough offer for some extra butt fun, without having said that implicitly. Surely the gorilla would understand that he was being hit on for some casual, no-strings gay sex....yeah? They taught that at schools nowadays, didn't they? Or on Facebook...

"Well my mom and dad think I shouldn't go out every weekend...they think I might be going to drink and I'm not allowed to drink..." the gorilla spoke in a voice that Paul suspected was meant to sound innocent...and just in the way that was meant to be of the Naughty Schoolgirl innocent kind...and as such, enough to make Paul's balls twitch and his cock throb, despite the fact that he wasn't into naughty schoolgirls, not into gorillas dressed up as naughty schoolgirls.

...and he wasn't allowed to drink.

Fuuuuuuu....

And hadn't Doug picked him up from a gay bar doing just that, drinking and boozing and eyeing hot dudes, one of whom was Doug and who had picked up the gorilla within minutes of making acquaintance with him...shit!

Again, Paul wondered whether he should simply hang up and spare himself the weirdness of this whole deal...but he also knew that Brett was the only gorilla around in the local moderately sized gay scene in town, and Paul was having a hard time denying himself of such a rare, and possibly, as it seemed, yet little-used treat.

"Well we wouldn't be drinking..." Paul said, perhaps against his better judgment, he thought, but he knew that he was letting his cock do most of the thinking for now.

The gorilla chuckled.

"You asking me out for a sleepover, Paulie?" the gorilla's voice husked into his ear once more.

Paul's cock throbbed, almost painfully hard now, as the gorilla was teasing him. Even over the phone, he was having a definite effect on the stallion's libido...and the horse knew that his arguments against this whole thing were diminishing fast.

"What...what do your parents think of that?" the horse muttered.

The dark male laughed again, roughly.

"What do you think they'd think if I told them that their 18-year-old son was going to meet up with a hot older gay guy?" the gorilla rumbled.

Paul almost gasped.

18...

"...but with a Paul from school, who is from a good Christian family...they'd love me to have such good influences...oh yes...they'd want me to practically suck such influences onto me to be a better young man..."

Fucking hell.

What a sneaky asshole, Paul thought.

"When can you come?" the horse moaned.

The gorilla snickered.

"Well aren't we eager tonight, Paulie..."

Paul grunted.

"Don't push your luck," the horse muttered.

"What if I don't want your luck but I want to..." the gorilla stated.

Paul almost moaned.

"Do you remember the address?" he grunted.

"I sure do, Paulie."

I definitely need to fuck that cheek out of him tonight.

_ _

"Can you be here by nine?" the stallion asked quickly.

"I'll catch the next bus...handsome. See you."

Paul didn't get the chance to say anything before the line was clicked shut, leaving the stallion sprawled on the couch, with a big, chubby horse dick pulsing against his belly, and with a shocked expression all over the muscular horse's features.

Paul put his phone down over his chest and neighed loudly.

Doug was never going to believe this...that the hot little hunk was only 18 years old, and that he was also slutty enough to lie to his parents that he as going out to stay with a God-fearing friend, while he was in fact coming over to a near-stranger's apartment to commit some hot, dirty sodomy with a random stallion...

Oh fuck...Paul couldn't complain about that. The little fuckers seemed to start the growth into little hot cum pigs even earlier nowadays, he thought, and let his mind drift in happy fantasies of horny cocksucking and some hard assbanging...and whatever else he could think of, once he got his hands onto that hot dirty bastard again.

The thought was like an electric shock going up his ass, practically, for it made his muscles tighten, his tail swipe and his ears flick sharply, when the stallion sat up on the couch, and felt pleasant tension growing in his belly. His cock felt hard and heavy and swung outwards, driven by its own weight. The movement made his prick jump and slap against his belly loudly. The feeling made Paul neigh.

"Fuck..." the horse breathed out. "Shit...crap...fuck..."

He had to act now. He didn't have much time...half an hour maybe, or maybe forty minutes, if he was lucky...and that was all the time he had for making sure the bachelor pad would be ready for receiving his special sexy guest. Paul knew that the gorilla was definitely not coming in to admire Doug's fashion sense or the arrangements of dried flowers that could be found on the coffee table...but instead, he'd be coming with a hard cock and an eager musclebutt ready for some action.

"Shit..."

Paul stood up from the couch.

It was time to get busy.

*

Paul was checking the time from the wall clock for about the 20th time, when the door intercom finally squealed, first announced with an electronic buzz that made his ears and his tail, and his hopefully cock, all jump into attention.

"Hellooooo Paulie....?" the gorilla's voice came over the tinny intercom line, managing to sound remarkably taunting even within the space of only two words.

Paul clip-clopped across the living room and rushed over to the intercom, to press the blinking button next to the miniature speaker.

"Well you're early," the stallion said, and realized that he sounded a bit breathless, too.

The speaker crackled with the gorilla's laughter.

"Can you blame me for wanting to be early? Or would you rather I waited until it's 9 sharp?"

_ _

Paul nickered to himself and pressed the TALK button again.

"Come on right up," the stallion rumbled, and hit the second button, to open the front door.

"See you soon, Paulie."

_ _

The stallion released the button, and stepped back, his heart racing again, and with almost nervous excitement filling the horny horse again. The fantastically hot gorilla was almost there...about to return for another round of hot and heavy sexy action, and the horse was sure that he had made all the preparations...or did he?

Paul rubbed his chin and surveyed the combined living area and kitchen. He had cleaned the place up alright, and he'd made sure that there were soda cans in the fridge, for those moments when you needed a cool drink after all the hot action, and didn't want to risk dehydration by sex...heheh, the horse thought, with the hot gorilla, that might be a real danger...and his cock agreed, with persistent throbbing in its half-hard state within his pants. The stallion was wearing a nicely fitting pair of pants and a collared shirt, which he thought made him look like...well, like someone you wanted to undress as soon as possible, really, and that was what mattered when you were having a trick over, he thought.

If only he'd come over...come on...

Paul checked the clock again, which made him nicker about the same time he did so, because obviously it was certainly just a nervous twitch...trying to pass a couple of seconds before the wrinkled gates of Heaven would open for his mighty stallion member...

And signaled by the doorbell, as it was, making the stallion whirl around on his hooves and stare at the closed door.

DING-DONG!

Paul's weighty dong throbbed like an angry snake inside his wants while the horse took the few striding steps required to reach the door, and then his hands moved over the row of locks, woring through them rapidly. Were his palms sweaty? Were they? Hmm...could've been some pre, too, considering that he'd had hard time keeping his hands out of his pants and from fondling his cock and his balls and his tailhole...all of which were hot, sweaty, and needing some primate love very soon.

The door opened, and the first thing that hit Paul's senses was the musk hitting his nose, so different from the usual mixture of equine and bovine that filled the apartment...let alone the other guys he did stuff with, which only added to the special allure of the stocky male revealed for his eyes to see, with the turning of the doorknob.

Paul wondered whether his cock blew a small load into his pants the moment the door opened, that hard the mighty dong did throw, when his eyes took in the sight of Brett, standing out in the hallway.

"Hey!" the gorilla grinned.

He might've not been a tall man compared to the horse, but he certainly probably weighted at least as much as Paul did, and probably more, judging by the huge thickness of his arms, shoulders, belly, thighs...well, pretty much everything, really, that the horse could see. The gorilla was wearing green cargo pants, some sneakers, and a white T-shirt that definitely left very little for the imagination, and looked like it had been glued onto the massive pecs and the numerous abs that were completely visible to Paul's hungry, lusting eyes. The gorilla's eyes had a special glint to them, deep in the eye sockets, and those leathery black lips were pulled into a lazy, relaxed smile that in no way told the horse that the gorilla might've been nervous...quite to the contrary!

Paul swallowed.

"Well hello...," the horse mumbled.

The gorilla stepped through the doorway and into the small hall, and pulled the door behind him shut, which it did, with another loud click.

"Made it on time," the gorilla winked, "already missed me?"

Paul snorted and smiled toothily, and let his tail swish over his nice, broad rump, and make a little swatting sound.

"Got...any trouble with your...?" the horse asked, trying to play it cool despite his small...misgivings about the whole business.

The gorilla strutted forward. He let his arms swing back and forth, a movement that was not missed by the horse's own eyes. He didn't miss a single beat, and didn't even blink, while watched the muscles ripple under the strained layer of white cloth covering the gorilla's thick torso...

"None," the gorilla replied, once he was only a foot away from the stallion, standing right in front of him.

Paul's cock throbbed, and he was sure, and he saw how the gorilla's eyes moved down over his body, and caught the sight of the horse's giant bulge, before they returned to meet the horses eyes.

"But seems that you do," Brett murmured.

"Yeah?" the stallion grunted, chuffing hot breath onto the hot male's face.

"You've got a stain on your carpet," the gorilla stated, matter-of-factly.

Paul scowled.

"What?" the horse grunted.

Brett pointed onto the floor with one, thick, leathery finger.

"Right there..." the gorilla said.

Then he got to his knees, right there, down onto the carpet of the hall, and kept his eyes on the stallion's the whole time he was going down.

Paul breathed out hotly, and couldn't help but nicker.

"A reeeeally big, nasty stain..."

Paul realized that the gorilla was now staring right at the front of the stallion's pants, which, due to the light-colored cloth, were probably indeed showing a stain as a result of the huge amount of pre Paul's piss slit was oozing almost constantly. The gorilla's eyes seemed attentive and fixed at the point of the horse's fly, and then...much to the horse's pleasure, Brett licked his lips with a broad, reddish tongue.

"May have to clean it up for you...Paul..."

The horse growled dominantly, and moved in.

Brett was already moaning by the time the horse's hands pressed onto the back of his neck and shoved his face directly into the stallion's musky groin and held him there. Hot breath immediately rushed out of his lungs and into the patch of moist cloth on the crotch of Paul's pants and heated it up even further. The warmth reached his sensitive cock flesh and made the hidden muscles of his pelvis contract and caused his proud dick to flex and throb under the worshipful pressure of the gorilla's face plastered over his front.

"Hmmmmfuck," Paul slurred and let his fingers dig through the thick fur covering the gorilla's head.

"HHMHMHHMHMHM!" Brett the gorilla answered in an incomprehensible slurr, all of his senses dominated by the presence of the thick cock, his new master, pressing against his nose and lips.

Paul had little patience for such teasing after being boned up for almost two hours now. With little ceremony, he tugged the gorilla's head away, one-handedly, and let his other hand fall onto the buttons of his fly.

"You'll get it soon enough, slut," the horse grunted.

Brett blinked and licked his lips.

"Yes, please."

Paul neighed and panted by the time he managed to release the front of his pants and then forced them down over his broad hips with the help of a thumb, all the while he kept his grip on the gorilla's fleshy head. Brett was breathing heavily as well, and staring at the newly bared, huge, proud, beautiful cock standing up to attention from his musky, sweat, pre and piss-scented sheath. The glistening tower reached the topmost of his abs, and curved out of his body.

"Say it again," Paul grunted.

"Pleeeeeeease?" the gorilla pouted.

Paul grabbed the base of his cock and then shoved the tip against the gorilla's slightly parted lips. Both males moaned, older and younger, as the slick contact was made between leathery skin and moist lips that immediately opened to welcome the thick dong into the gorilla's hot mouth.

"Take it, bitch," the horse grunted, pushing with his straining dick.

Brett grunted and opened his mouth as wide as he could, but still, he almost gagged when the thick head of the horse' massive organ slipped past his rubbery lips and then lodged past his teeth and into the warm cavity formed by his mouth. The savory flesh was salty and great and made the gorilla humm around it, which only added to the sensation for the victoriously nickering stallion.

"Hhhmhmhmhp"

Paul grabbed the gorilla's head with both hands, both to show him ho was the boss, and to guide his mouth down along his glistening shaft. The gorilla only had three inches yet...and he had nine more to give, and he wasn't sure how much Brett could take, especially of such a thick, throbbing horse dong as the one belonging to the horse.

He was ready to find out, though.

"What a cock hungry slut," the horse snorted as he saw the gorilla's eyes looking up to him, as if pleading for him to give him more of the delicious cock that Paul was sliding into the gorilla's makeshift orifice.

"HHMRRR!"

"Ahhfuck!"

The gorilla's growling felt good enough to make Paul snort and nicked and push another couple of inches into Brett's hotly sucking mouth. The gorilla's hands had moved by now and grabbed onto the horse's hip and his balls, which he began to massage like a pro, all the while he was working to keep himself from gagging around the obscenely swollen prick filling his mouth.

Paul could hardly believe his luck. The gorilla had stepped into his apartment, and the next thing he did was dropping to his knees to give his host a welcoming blowjob...he could not think of a better start for the night.

The gorilla's head began to bob up and down on his shaft. Paul's eyes widened when he saw about half of his shaft disappear into the wet depths of the primate's mouth before Brett pulled back until only the tip remaining between his lips...and the his tongue would gather any fresh pre from his cockhead, and then he would suck...suckle and begin his descend along Paul's dick again. The horse was struggling and holding back, so as not to simply try to force more into the gorilla's throat...which would definitely be too much for him, he thought but...he couldn't complain, not at all. The head he was getting now was good enough, and with that squeeze on his balls...and the slippery, sloppy sounds, and those pleading cocksucker's eyes and the hot snorts as the gorilla tried to breathe through his nose while giving an expert blowjob to the horse. His other hand was groping Paul's ass while he went on his merry way, and that only added to the pleasure.

"Ohhhyeah," the horse slurred, not letting his eyes wander from the sight of his wet tool sliding in and out of the horny gorilla's face. The sexy sounds, noises and sights were turning him on almost as much as the hot mobile heat over his cock, and Paul knew that the first load of the night would not need much work.

"Fucking...yeah..." Paul panted, and rocked his hips.

"Hmmmhhhhh!!"

Those eyes, staring at him, begging for more cock.

Paul pressed his thumbs against the gorilla's forehead and then roughly pushed Brett backwards, until only the flared tip remained within the hot cavity.

"Grab it," Paul snarled.

The gorilla almost looked like he was smiling when he moved his hand from Paul's ass and then grabbed the horse's shaft into a firm grip.

The leathery palm felt like hot silk.

Paul kept his hands on the gorilla's head and then tugged his cocktip extra slowly from Brett's mouth. The younger male looked up at him questioningly.

Paul could see drool mixed with pre flowing over the gorilla's chin, now that the stopper of a cock was out of his mouth.

The horse neighed.

"Jerk me off," the horse growled. "Gonna give it to you good..."

"Uhhh....sexy..." the gorilla winked and set onto it right away.

Paul moaned and struggled to stay still again, now that the gorilla was squeezing and working over his shaft while his other hand still played around with his heavy ball sac. The constant motion of the rubbing hand made a lewd squelching sound while the gorilla worked the big meat with his hands, all the while his eyes stared at it adoringly...expecting the nice, creamy treat that the horse was promising soon to burst out of his musky balls.

Brett extended his tongue out of his muzzle, like a dog in heat, and kept on jacking the horse's cock as if his life was depending on the rapid movement of his clenched hand over the stallion's turgid, pulsing dong.

His hot panting felt fantastic over Paul's sensitive cocktip.

He was gonna be gone soon.

"Awwwwwwshhhhhiiiit!"

Paul could no longer hold it back, and he saw very little reason to do so in the first place, too, which meant that the moment of the truth was at hand. The horse's mighty cock flexed, his balls drew closer to his body, while still being held in the warm cradle of the gorilla's palm, and his cock...his cock...the fire building along its base was soon to...

"Give it to me..." the gorilla husked lustfully, and licked over Paul's cocktip, just once.

The huge streamers of steamy, milky cum blasted out of the horse's big dong in a series of violent bursts coming out of the horse' still jerked tool, with barely moments apart between each strong spurt. The first one splashed right into the gorilla's open mouth and on the back of his throat, covering it with a slick layer, while the next, equally powerful glob landed onto his nose. Musky cum was pouring out of the horse's body and painting the gorilla's face with thick creamy streaks that seemed to age him by 40 years in the space of the seconds it took for the horse to deposit his giant equine load all over the primate.

He got it in his mouth and over his eyes, so that when he opened then, little droplets hung to his eyelashes. There was a streak over the top of his head and two over each cheek, with heavy, thick globs gluing themselves into place and marking the gorilla as the horse's slut for the night. He swallowed everything he could, and there was still enough, even with the amount deposited all over his face, for Brett to gulp down a mouthful one the stallion's cock had stopped shooting.

Paul opened his eyes and panted, and felt his dong twitch violently at the sight of the cum-stained hottie kneeling in front of him...still holding firmly onto the horse's battering ram of a cock with his hand.

"Clean...clean it up!" the stallion grunted hoarsely.

"Yes sir," Brett winked, so that a small droplet of cum fell from the corner of his eyes, and onto the ruined carpet.

The gorilla's hot tongue pushed out of his mouth and immediately began to wash-lick over the horse's thick, flared tip, in an effort to gather all the remaining globs of warm spunk that still remained there, much to the two horny males' mutual enjoyment at this lewd act of sexuality between them.

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