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You know where that one weird gas station at the edge of the city is? The one where the convenience store is all closed and boarded up, but the pumps still run? It's along the road that goes past that, down a good mile and a half or so - and then it'll be pretty much the first and biggest building you see along that road, in the middle of a lot of farmland. Can't miss it. Once you're there, head around to the back door; that's where I'll be with the dog. Gonna keep the door unlocked in case I get a little distracted with her… see you then. ;) -Lukas

Sextius continued looking over the email until his phone screen went dark, and then shoved it back into his pocket - also as an excuse to hide the slight growing bulge that throbbed gently against the front of his pants. His feet had started to hurt a little bit earlier, but he figured it was worth it: didn't have a car himself, and this wasn't the kind of thing to ask a friend to drive him to. Really, he wanted to keep it all quiet, as much of a secret as he could… sleep had almost entirely evaded him last night as a result of his excitement for what would come today. Silver lining of that, though: he'd been able to get up extra-early to slip out of the house before anyone could ask where he was going.

Well, even if someone had, it wasn't like he was going to tell them, “I'm going to meet a friend I met on a bestiality forum online and mess around with a feral dog". That would just be ridiculous, regardless of how it was his plan. Things had started out simply enough: Sextius, who was some sort of pup himself - body for the most part human, save for the curly tail almost always wagging above his rump and then the pair of velvety canine ears amid his hair - had finally given into his curiosity about a month ago and signed up for an account on that forum, after having spent more than a few weeks going through the “Videos" section and reading the “Experiences" posts… needless to say, there had been countless nights recently where he'd ended up dribbling his load out over his belly through his tight foreskin, thoughts and scenarios rippling around in his head.

This Lukas guy - “knotter" as he went by on the forum - posted infrequently, but those times he did… God_damn_. Sextius slid his other hand into his other pocket as well, and briefly interrupted his stride to adjust the fit of his pants. He recalled one post in particular that he'd enjoyed multiple times, one about a time Lukas had spent the night at a friend's house and gotten distracted… and ended up shoving first his tongue and then his cock into that friend's dog's tailhole, only to find out the following morning that that friend had seen the whole thing. He was noticeably more articulate and descriptive in retelling the stories, and sometimes even had pictures to go with it - which Sextius absolutely loved, of course. No way to be too careful, though: when he'd started saving those pictures to his computer, he made sure to bury them deep within a maze of folders.

This post in particular was actually one in a fairly long thread: between all of the comments of “hot!!!" and “damn im jealous! more pics plz!", Lukas occasionally came back with a follow-up story, as his friend was fully accepting of his actions with her dog and actually invited him over sometimes for more. One of his updates was about how he'd been made to raise his tail for the dog, and ended up tied to him for thirty-five minutes straight; another was where this friend had him give oral to her while the dog fucked her from behind; and yet another was where she had Lukas play middle for her, with her underneath him and the dog pounding into him from atop his back-

Sextius swallowed, and tried to force his mind to move onto a different subject. He had already spent most of this morning with his heart beating in his chest from both arousal and nervousness; he'd have to calm down. It's just that he and Lukas had been exchanging emails for about a week now, after Sextius had sent him a private message requesting more pictures of his brother's dog - and Lukas had responded in turn, teasing him with a set of three close-ups followed by an inquiry about his own experiences. This was how they'd learned that they lived in the same area, and actually what led Sextius into this situation in the first place: he'd mentioned that he hadn't yet done anything with a feral, and then Lukas mentioned he was going to be dogsitting for a friend at his parents' house near a local farm, and… now, the pup walked along the side of the road, elbow occasionally bumping against the fenceposts separating the property from the rest of the land.

The scent carried on the air had changed from that low, cloying tang of car exhaust and morning-wet cement, to the characteristic heavier earthiness that usually hung around a farm. Across the road a few solitary feral horses could be seen standing further back in the field, and (of course) Sextius's mind just came back to think about what it was that carried between their hind legs; Lukas had posted about that, too, though he hadn't had any pictures. Honestly, the pup was looking forward to this partially so he could have some experience with a dog, and partially because - in a strange sort of way - to him it would feel like a bit of an achievement of sorts to have done something with this same Lukas.

An otter - that's what he was: some of his posts featured pictures taken by a third party, maybe that lady friend of his or someone else. Rich ochre-brown fur switching to a smoother cream along Lukas's chest, his belly, the inside of his thighs, the sack that hung between his legs… he was uncut, too (one of Sextius's favorite pictures was taken from beneath the otter while a dog mounted him from behind, with a long strand of sticky pre hanging down from the end of Lukas's cock), although unlike the pup, he encountered no trouble in rolling his foreskin back.

There was a standalone video he'd posted without an attached retelling of events, other than the short description of “my friend's dog Azura has always been really affectionate!"; in this video, Lukas had lounged back in a chair, placed the camera on a table at the perfect height, and leaned back while a pretty black lab bitch lapped at his hard cock. He'd kept his paw at the base of his length and stroked slowly - but each time he rolled his supple skin back, the dog's tongue just tugged it back up…

Yet again, Sextius shook his head and quickened his pace. Through the fence on his left, against which he occasionally bumped his elbow, a feral cow stood and munched at the grass. Honestly, the pup loved animals, and not always in the kind of way that stood as his reason for this little outing; as he approached he slowed his pace back down, until he stood right across from the big bovine while it ate, separated only by the weathered wood of the fence.

Wide-set, sleepy black eyes; short horns, uneven; one ear arhythmically flicking around in response to an annoying fly, while the other hung down a little bit due to the plastic-and-metal tag hanging from it; jaw churning from one side to the other, one side to the other in a slow, steady cycle… thick meaty tongue visible at the end of each chew. It tilted its head up towards the fence once it noticed the pup watching it, and then stuck its nose forward to sniff at him.

Sextius reached forward and patted the top of its snout - then half-recoiled when that fat tongue flipped out and dragged across the skin along the back of his hand. It was a warm, slick stickiness that remained on his skin afterwards, though the actual feeling of the tongue dragging along him, admittedly, had sent a shiver down his back… and did nothing for the little predicament throbbing in the front of his pants.

Standing here watching the cow work its lips and jaw in finishing up the last mouthful of grass it had munched, seeing the sticky saliva that hung off of its subtly-textured tongue every time it came into view. Trapped in his foreskin as he might be, things still felt good, if a bit muted: every time he'd had a tongue pressing against him, attempting to dig into the pinched tip of his skin, it had been enough to make him squirm and gasp and moan and - with a bit of rubbing and squeezing - jerk forward and empty his cum out onto that tongue. He didn't have anywhere near the distance as he'd seen Lukas to have, spurting ropes and spatters out while his entire body clenched up; instead, Sextius just kind of… bucked forward, and dripped his load out like honey squeezed out of an almost-empty bottle. And seeing the way this cow's thick, heavy tongue churned inside its how mouth, how its strands of saliva hung between that and its lips…

Almost before he knew what he was doing, Sextius had glanced down the road first one way, and then the other - and then frantically unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pressing himself up close to the space between the horizontal planks of the fence. What with his admittedly somewhat-diminutive size, he had no trouble at all bringing his twitching hard cock out into the air, the thought and realization that he was really doing this just working him up further. He had to press up against the fence to make himself accessible at all to the cow, toes of his shoes digging into the moist, rich soil beneath him… and even then, the beast didn't seem to notice at first.

Sextius glanced down the road again, and let out a little sigh of breath to see no other cars coming. Then, there was that same warm, sticky pressure that he had originally felt on the back of his hand now dragging up the underside of his length, too - which just pulled the rest of that breath out of him in a fast, shuddering sigh. The cow's tongue gripped and pulled at his skin, tugging it up even further over his permanently-hidden head - but, God, it still made him squirm and have to grip onto the top of the fence to keep from falling over backwards.

This wasn't really what he'd expected - especially when the cow set right to churning its jaw along the base of the pup's length, smooth broad teeth pressing and grinding firmly without being painful, feeling mostly just like a firm grip of a wet paw. Though, then again, Sextius wasn't sure what he had been expecting; it had been blind arousal that had pushed him to do this, that had led him to - stick his hard cock through a fence for a hungry cow-

The pup swallowed, gasped, moaned, lifted himself a little bit higher on his tiptoes, and then settled back down. He could feel every movement of the cow's thick tongue, running up along and around his length and grazing over the pinched immobile skin at the end of his head. Sometimes if he got worked up enough, slick pre would ooze out of that taut point… hell, maybe that was part of why this cow continued to lick and suckle at him, wet sloppy lips squeezing and pressing all along the base of his length while the back of that tongue worked and pressed against his hidden head. He'd always heard that livestock had a bit of thing for the taste of salt.

It quickly got to the point where if someone did drive by, Sextius just… didn't notice. This intense moist warmth squeezing around him, sticky saliva already dripping down out of the cow's mouth at the base of his cock and rolling down into his pubic hair… if he shifted his hips back and then thrust forward, he could feel the familiar slightly-painful sensation of his foreskin trying to pull a little further back. The cow didn't seem to notice or mind, though: it just continued churning its jaw and tongue against him, rolling his cock around in its mouth and suckling on it.

The strongest of Sextius's twitches and throbs came from whenever that thick tongue ran up along the pinched tip of his foreskin, enough remaining at the end to be able to flick around and move with that tongue - and that in itself felt better than most everything else. It was a small, fleeting pleasure, but feeling it again and again, endlessly with each movement of the cow's tongue no matter how slight - to say nothing about the sticky moisture completely enclosing him and now dripping down the front of his sack, hanging over the waistband of his underwear…

The idea of everything, the reality of this happening - every time he glanced down between half-closed eyes, he saw the very real snout of the very feral cow, in which he'd buried his cock - and then the feeling of it all quickly pushed him over the edge. His fingernails scratched at the wood of the fence and he pulled in another gasp, and then - tugged back, felt that tongue flick over the skin at the end of his head again… and let that breath back out in a series of short, broken moans, his first load of the day dribbling out with those moans. Just as expected, the cow gladly and dutifully lapped up the mess, and even continued licking at him afterwards - until he intentionally moved back out of the range of its thick reaching tongue. Even after, though, he could still look down and watch his cock twitch out the last of his cum, the milky white liquid oozing out of his pinched tip and down along the underside. He wiped it off with a thumb, and then brought that thumb to his lips.

Just as he did so, though, the sound of a car approaching from down the road caught his attention, and he busied himself with working his length back into his underwear and zipping his pants up - and then managed to resume walking along the road, hands in his pockets and speed of his pace the only thing belying his nervousness. It felt oddly akin to the rush of rebellion from skipping out on a class when he'd been back in school, or of sneaking out from his bedroom window as an early teenager to “play" with that cute wolf down the street… this was something else entirely, though, and something that he'd be able to feel even more so in just a few minutes. The building that Lukas had described was coming up on the right, back a distance from the road.

Sextius looked both ways down the street again and then hurried across, the knowledge and priority of what would soon come eliminating the last of nervous breathlessness from his quick orgasm at the hands - or, at the tongue, rather - of that cow, which had probably already gone back to munching on grass as if nothing had happened. He glanced back over his shoulder, but it had already left his sight; as he trotted closer to the quiet ranch-style house at the end of the gravel road, he realized he hadn't thought to check if any of his cum had spurted out across the cow's snout. That would be a bit of a surprise for the animal's owner to find, wouldn't it?

One of his other favorite videos on that forum, one that Lukas hadn't posted, featured someone thrusting into a feral dog's muzzle - and then pulling out to empty their load out across that dog's snout and head, for it to then lap off… even thinking about it made the pup straighten up and yet again pick up his pace. Around back, Lukas had said, the door will be unlocked. That's where I'll be with the dog.

Sure, it felt weird wandering onto some stranger's property possibly without their knowledge, with the main goal of the day to enjoy that person's pet… Sextius swallowed. When he put it like that, it didn't sound too good. He actually hesitated once he'd made it around to the back, gravel crunching beneath the soles of his shoes and cool midmorning air biting into the bare skin along his arms, neck, and face. That cow had had a damn nice and warm tongue, and - if he'd had a few more minutes and a place hidden from the road, he certainly wouldn't have minded feeling that tongue along many other parts of his body.

A set of short stairs led up to the back door, window in the middle of that door blocked by drawn blinds. Sextius swallowed again, inhaled slowly, held that breath, thought about whether he really wanted to do this… and then let it out, and reached a hand out to open it. The sight that greeted him removed all doubt from his mind, however, and just like the feeling of the cow's tongue on his length, wasn't what he'd expected.

Totally naked otter half-sprawled along the floor, his smooth-furred back and long, thick rudder across the floor facing the pup as he stood there in the door. In front of that otter - Sextius recognized him by the blue markings snaking along his limbs and up his back, sections of fur that had been dyed or something - stood a rather happy feral dog, Lukas's muzzle pressed up right underneath the base of its fast-wagging tail. The otter's little teacup ears perked at the noise of the back door opening, and after another second, he turned his head - and swallowed down the strand of saliva still connecting his lips to the puckered rim of the dog's tailhole, clenching and relaxing with its throbbing heartbeat.

Further down the dog's rump between its hind legs, Sextius could see the thick, glistening flesh of a plump spade, another strand of slickness hanging between that and the fur of the dog's inner thigh. This was a bitch, and an intact one, too - and it looked like Lukas had already set his muzzle there, too. A shy smile crossed the otter's face when he looked up at the pup at the door, and he wiped his mouth on the back of his paw; even then, though, the fur behind his lips remained slickened and matted down.

“Oh! Uh…" The otter shifted his position to bring himself up to his knees, and from there, moved over to sit on the couch pushed up against the wall. His hard cock throbbed in front of him, the same one that Sextius had seen so many times in those pictures and videos. Absentmindedly, Lukas reached down and let his thumb and forefinger slide lightly down his length… and, in doing so, rolled his slick foreskin all the way back. “Little embarrassing, huh? I wasn't sure how much longer you'd be, so I… uh…" Then, he coughed into his fist. In front of him, the dog turned her head, tail still wagging, and moved around to face him.

“No, no… that's fine..." Sextius managed, feeling his pants yet again grow tighter. Really, he felt as though he should be the embarrassed one, having already unloaded his sack at least four times in the past twenty-four hours… this was a fairly small room that the three of them had gathered in, the pup now shyly making his way over to sit beside Lukas, and the air - God, it carried a mix of scents that could only be the musk of this feral bitch as well as that of this otter, throbbing and twitching. Sextius rested his paws in his lap as if to undo his pants, but then hesitated.

Before either could say anything more, though, that dog pressed her muzzle right up between the pup's legs, snuffling and nuzzling against the front of his pants. His natural response was to jerk backwards and bat her away, but he caught himself right as he lifted his hand to do so - and a glance over to Lukas beside him reinforced what little confidence he had. Still the otter lounged back, idly stroking his length and watching the dog as she shoved her nose up against Sextius's fly.

Even knowing that this was okay under these circumstances, the pup couldn't stop the blush that warmed his cheeks - and which then deepened when he felt the familiar added pressure of a pair of paws working at his fly, and then looked down to see just this. Deft fingers popped the button through, grabbed hold of the zipper, tugged it down, all easy and nonchalant - for the most part: he thought he noticed a little tremor of nervousness at one point - and then pulled his cock, already half-hard again, out through the front of his underwear. Briefly, the otter pinched the end of Sextius's foreskin between a forefinger and thumb, as if testing its tightness - and then he breathed out a gentle “Mm…" and adjusted his position.

At first, Sextius almost thought that, in another few seconds, he'd feel otter lips and tongue on his cock just as he'd had that feral cow's - but, no: Lukas just hooked his other arm around the pup's shoulders and kept his length angled away from the pup's body with his paw, conveniently pointed towards the bitch still snuffling between his legs. She, of course, took quick notice of the offered treat, and sniffed at it briefly (Sextius had no doubt whatsoever that it still bore the slick stickiness and cloying scent of the cow's saliva), and then - lapped her broad, flat tongue out, and in one go easily licked up his entire length, ending in a sweet flick across that tapered skin at the end of his head.

If anything, that was what made him stiffen to his full length again. Two different tongues not only in the same day, but within not even as much as twenty minutes apart - how much luckier could he reasonably hope to be? The dog's tongue had the same sort of grip, the same sort of pull to the lightly-textured surface, but still felt deliciously different. There was less heavy force beneath each lick, less drive and regularity; instead, with this dog there was genuine interest and curiosity. She started her licks at a different place along his cock every time, once along the rim of his head beneath his tight foreskin, once directly at the pinched tip, once near the base, once so that her tongue curled up underneath his sack… the pup shivered, swallowed, and leaned back against the couch, allowing his legs to spread a little bit further.

“In your message…" Lukas purred, his long whiskers tickling at the side of Sextius's face. The otter reached down and scritched behind the bitch's ear - and for a moment, she stopped lapping at the small offered cock, and instead licked at the affectionate paw. “You said that you'd never done anything with a feral dog before. That true?"

Then, Lukas reached over and scratched gently behind one of Sextius's flopped ears, making him tilt his head and breathe out a shaky sigh - just like the feral bitch had done. All he could squeeze out as a response was an affirmative moan. This dog's tongue and lips certainly felt different from the cow's; Lukas had said that getting licked by a dog felt damn good, but for it to feel like this… the pup moved his own hand down to the base of his cock where Lukas's paw had been a moment before, and kept himself angled up. Part of him wanted to grab this dog's muzzle and thrust into it just like he'd seen in that video, but… his shyness, as well as the pleasure of just sitting here, kept him in place.

“Well, see? It's not too bad, is it? I was thinking of… oh, I dunno…" Lukas's paw came back down to squeeze around Sextius's twitching length. He pulled on the pup's tight foreskin, making him dig his fingers into the fabric of the couch and shift his hips back. “...railing her from behind after rimming her, and then having you fuck her, too, using my cum as lube, but… she seems content to sit there and lick you off. That seems to be fine by you, too, huh?"

He hadn't been let down at all. The licking, the nuzzling, the warm breath and wet saliva along his length, every touch sending another ripple of pleasure through him that resulted in him lifting his hips up into Lukas's paw and throbbing again… Sextius reached over, dug his fingers first into the warm, soft fur of the otter's thigh - and then managed to wrap his hand around his cock, the skin moving and sliding far, far more easily over his slick length. The first touch of his fingers earned a little gasp of surprise from the otter, followed by him adjusting his position to move closer and thrust into the pup's hand.

“Another thing, though…" Lukas breathed. Between his words, the only sound in the room belonged to the dog's sloppy lapping at the pup's hard length. Once more he let go of Sextius's length - which fell back against his lower belly with a light thwap, then remained held there by the bitch's muzzle as she continued to lap and lick all along him. He couldn't tell if it was saliva or precum that dripped from the pinched tip of his foreskin. “I got myself, um… a bit worked up waiting for you. Sorry - self-control has never been my strong suit…"

Sextius swallowed. One thing he didn't like about getting blowjobs (if that's what he could call this; he opened his eyes again and looked down, to see the feral dog standing between his legs repeatedly lapping along his cock and licking off whatever of his pre dribbled out of his tip) was that he never knew what to do with his hands; that was part of why he'd reached over and took hold of Lukas's length, twitching and throbbing warmly in his grip. The otter was considerably larger than him, though still probably only on the upper end of average - if even that. While Sextius could manage to keep his eyes open, he looked back and forth between the feral dog slobbering over his hard cock bringing him steadily closer and closer to orgasm, and the otter's own drooling length in his hand, foreskin rolling and sliding easily back and forth with his stroking.

Another part of him wanted to lean over and take that cock between his lips, to feel the way that skin could so smoothly and effortlessly move and glide over his pink-fleshed head, as opposed to his own immobile tightness. The most movement he could get came from the natural stretchiness of the skin along his shaft itself, and he couldn't milk that too much without some amount of pain or discomfort.

A slick, sticky tongue repeatedly dragging up that skin of his, however, pulling it along at the same time as it slid over the surface… it was almost entirely sweet pleasure, sharpened further by the scent of feral musk and male pre constantly tickling at his nose, as well as the hard length being thrust into his other hand. It all actually made him forget what he'd intended to say for a few moments, until:

“Tell me."

Lukas's little ears perked. “Huh?"

“About what you did before - before I got here…"

“Ahh. Mm…" Yet again, Lukas scooted a little closer, finally settling down once his thigh touched against Sextius's from the side. The feral bitch adjusted her position, too. Like this, the otter could more steadily and rhythmically lift his hips up against Sextius's hand as he stroked - and as he mulled through his thoughts, he reached over and again started to roll the pup's tight foreskin tip, slick with pre and saliva, around between the pad of a forefinger and thumb. “Well… she was already nuzzling up at me - it's been a day or two since I last showered - so I… unzipped, flopped myself out over her muzzle, let her sniff and lick and do her whole thing."

Of course, Sextius imagined his face and nose to be the one lifting up under Lukas's soft length, overhang of soft foreskin gradually rolling back as he hardened up. The otter squeezed his paw around the pup's cock again, making him buck his hips upward. He could feel the bright approach of his orgasm, coming just a little bit closer with each drag of the dog's tongue over him…

“And that got me hard pretty quickly especially once she'd started licking. There's just something about a dog's tongue… you know? Well, I guess you do now. I didn't want her to get me off just by licking me, so I moved down to the floor, got her to turn around… kind of… sniffed at her lips - I don't know about you, but I love the smell of a feral bitch - and… got to returning the favor. Licked deep, pressed my muzzle in… you might've been able to see it on my lips; even after I'd stopped, I could still smell her strongly."

With his other hand, Sextius gripped at the couch again. He was holding himself back, was intentionally pushing down the throbs and shudders that would inevitably lead to his climax - and at the same time, he settled his paw back against the base of Lukas's length, tugging the otter's foreskin all the way back. In response, his voice hitched slightly, and he had to take a second to catch his breath.

“Started pawing myself off by the time I'd moved on to lick her tailhole, though, and - kind of got close… honestly, I'm glad she went for you first instead of me, because anything more than a few licks would've-"

A bit of pain rippled through his body when sharp teeth briefly pinched down on the tight end of his foreskin, and he let out a little feral yip - that was something he'd heard was an occasional problem when playing with dogs: their tendency to bite and nip. Even despite this, though, a second later - he couldn't hold it anymore. The pup's breath hitched in his throat, he swallowed, his hips bucked up into the air against both Lukas's paw and the dog's muzzle - and the familiar throes of hot pleasure shot through him, exiting his body in the same lazy dribbles of cum out the end of his pinched tip. As he'd come to expect, though, the bitch just continued licking at his length and at his cum, somewhat runny and milky-white. His hand had first tightened and then slackened along Lukas's cock with his orgasm, and now, he used that hand to push the dog away-

-who went right to the otter beside him. Lukas was far more confident in the whole thing, scooting up to the edge of the couch to leg his sack hang off the edge; the bitch pressed her nose up against the base of the underside of his length, her tongue occasionally flicking out over her nose… and then when the otter tilted himself down towards her, rolling his foreskin halfway forward over his head, she took the hint and started licking at him again.

Sextius could see the effect that each lick had on him, mostly in each full-body twitch and in the little huff in his breath. Lukas swallowed but let his mouth hang half-open, paw swiftly working its way along his hard cock while the bitch lapped at the offered head of his cock, turning her head from side to side just as she had when busy with Sextius. Her tail wagged behind her, her eyes glittered in the light whenever she looked up at the otter, occasionally she would shift her paws to get a better stance - and then when the otter's paw settled on the back of her head behind one of her ears, she stopped licking and held her maw open, as if trained.

Lukas's load spurted out just as it did in the all the videos, in a few short, fast spurts one after another, the first two entirely missing the dog's mouth, the third spattering across the top of her muzzle, and the fourth and fifth - if they could still be called 'spurts', when they sort of lazily hopped out of the end of his cock - stuck to her upper lip and tongue, to then be lapped off. Chest rising and falling with his breathing, Lukas settled back against the couch, slowly-softening length still in his paw; the dog continued licking at him for a while until he rolled his foreskin back up over his head, and batted her away.

“...God…" he managed after a moment. “And to think I still have to walk this damn dog… too much energy sometimes, you know?"

“Yeah," Sextius agreed, though he really didn't know. He'd never owned a dog before. The bitch sat down on the floor in front of the two of them, and then lifted her leg into the air - and leaned over to lick at herself. Even despite what had just happened, the pup still felt a little embarrassed watching her.

“One time," Lukas went on. With that same finger and thumb, he rolled his foreskin back again, and looked down at himself for a second. A drop of cum rolled down the back of his head, right before he wiped it off with his thumb. “I was walking my brother's dog at the park, but he wanted to play, right? This thing's big, not neutered, full of energy - one time Brendan walked in with him knotted under my tail; that was embarrassing… so we were running around, playing fetch, the whole thing - and I bend over to pick up the frisbee, and next thing I know, there's this big German shepherd dry-humping me from behind… er, not dry for long. Went home that day with multiple streaks of dog cum soaking into the back of my pants and shirt…"

They hadn't discussed in their emails what would happen after the whole thing was done. And, honestly, Sextius hadn't thought about it… but right now, leaving was the last thing he wanted to do. As long as he wasn't asked to leave - and Lukas didn't seem at all inclined to do that, as he lay back on the couch, totally naked and retelling various sexual exploits with other dogs.

Sextius just wished he'd brought his camera.