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My Gym Partner's Bro Blazes Down, Part Two

By Eightane

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David had to ogle it all... The ape and monkey splayed out, intertwined by hirsuite legs and in steady frot. Their heads tilted back, focused to splendor of edging; and loose from a high boosting all sensation. Will was fine to look upwards; letting a snicker for the grey-white haze that hung above. But Jerr's face turned to David, slack-jawed for astonishment, pumping his hips and still wrapping his brain around the tawdry tale. "Dayum, D'..." He spoke slowly, drowsily. "Even I only took a horsecock twice. Kick-ass, man."

The aardvark chuckled, long and lisping, jostling his body in the chair. "It was plenty-nice. But, like, I don't think I'd do half as good with fifty tries, as your two." He lost the mirth, but kept the sloppy grin, his red eyes passively exposed. "You guys are the... Y'know... The ideal." Clearly, the herb bent his speech a more-pronounced hiccup.

Jerr's smirk went higher; flattered, but more just relishing the truth. "I ain't about to say we're saints, straight-up. And dude..." He stopped, to whine a quick note for how it felt to edge aside Will's long, cut gorillahood. All while on the other side, Josh had yet to close in on his climax; hearing every word while he cranked with glaze of spit, but staring at only the TV. Wet sounds from his silvery hand were a background, to that of the Spanish humans pictured. One had climbed in a harness; swinging over a bed while his partner leaned atop him, slamming his hole with eight tan inches. The moments it drew out, before a thrust, it looked positively huge... Though barely larger than Will's, and less a straight, pristine torpedo than that jock ape's. So the billy switched interest, in favour of a stare to the water bed; on that gorilla, and how his dickhead practically gleamed. Half from staying fast on the precipice; so close to shooting, but expertly kept back from it by Jerr's hand. The other half, was what still leaked from Jerr's hooded member; and without words, Will's thick hand dove to steal more of the monkey's pre, and refresh the slippery coat.

But from Josh, Jerr was of a different position; busy with stroke-'n'-rub and finishing his sentence. "Dude, y'know if you ever want a tutor..." His blue eyes trailed across the aardvark, guaging what the size could be inside those yellow shorts. He saw no reason to hide his tongue's swoop of his lips. "... I don't charge much. Just the door to what you're packin'... I get it by the hour." David saw the crave in his gaze. "You feel me?"

David, though challenged to speak in his state, found it made noticing simpler. To get every nuance of Jerr's words, and body, free of effort. It gave the confidence he'd need, to shed formalities and balk at hesitation. So his hands latched on the waistband; clinching yellow elastic, pushing to the floor, watching Jerr's face light with approval. "Yeeaahhh, man," The monkey leered, as David dropped trou'. Exposing curly hairs, so close to flaunting his boner...

... And a cell phone's ring filled the room, putting all to squint. Muffled, from some unclear position, but loud enough to jar the quartet. Will's head shot back again, this time in irritation. "Fuck me for not turning it off..." Jerr's legs shot up; exposing his ass, soft and peach-fuzzed. It soothed Josh - at the obvious least - but was done just so Will could bend his knees. The musclechub ape complied, rolling off the bed above his fuckbud, then to stand at its left. The blunt roach was out, no longer trailing smoke lines overhead. So the ashtray, under a lamp on Will's endtable, took a dead soldier to its grave. None of three onlookers mourned the sight; not with six eyes on Will, and his fat missile of meat put to sway with every motion.

Fast, frustrated, the ape shot a hand under his mattress; looking up from reflex, hearing David. The grey guest had stopped lowering his shorts; and with their top half-down his hips, he started a question. "Uh, Will?"

"Yeah, it's mine," The gorilla returned, fumbling under the boxspring but having no trouble with its weight.

"I figured, but, like..." David went confusedly on, "...Under there?"

Will was driven to smile, despite their situation. "I suppose you don't have a brother who spites you. Or if you do..." He grunted, fishing something from the bedcorner. "... It doesn't translate to screening your calls. If I had half a penny for the times he runs to Mom, like a brat-" He lifted the article; not a phone, but something cloth and dingy white, mostly-band. "-I'll expound on that in a while. Hope to God it's a short one." At first he looked unhappy; but knew how Jerr would see it, even before he peered to that orange face. He wasn't wrong; Jerr lay sprawled on that bed, feet-up, wearing the widest grin of the day, and a twinkling crave beneath his cap. Will was about to quip, but his biggest fan beat him to it. "I'll take that," Jerr piped up, his dick still throbbing full by his navel.

The gorilla never missed cue; and so standing nude, his thick endowment standing straight out, he supplied. "Damn right you will." He tossed it forth; gently sent for Jerr's face. It was soon clear why he belonged on a football field; the used jockstrap landed perfectly over monkey's mug. Its strap drifted down to either ear, as the cup fell sraight over his nostrils. Will's chuckle was deep and low; he returned to searching, while Jerr sniffed with all the force his lungs could drum up.

The cell had by now quit its tone, and left a few beeps to show a missed call. It was after this that Will pulled it from the bedframe, and quickly star-69'd to chase the culprit; smiling for the number itself. A few dialing rings in his ear, and he alone heard the click of them picking up, just as he alone heard the voice; but Jerr, Josh and David were in on the banter from his end.

"It's me... Yeah, I'm not surprised, you can't tie your shoes without me." Jerr knew it was Windsor; rolling his electric-blues, but indulging more whiffs of Will's scent. Josh and David, though smoked up, both concluded the same; from how the conversation went on, as Will fell back onto the bed, moving his legs back around the monkey. No longer on the edge; but from the weed and company, still rather firm.

It didn't last, with him tolerating the talk, eyes on the ceiling with no dominant emotion. "... No, I don't actually think that... Alright, so then what?... Oh..." He looked over to David with a face of 'why me'. It cracked the aardvark up, and caused him an assault of stifled laughs. Will had just been told the reason for their interruption; and back on the bed, relaxing, the 'mood' of his high settled back in. "Broccoli, shoe polish... Ehhh, some grape juice, the brand that isn't shit..." Both goat and aardvark saw the rapid smile. "... And I'm fresh out of baby oil."

Jerr copied the smile; though invisible under a dirty, sweat-tenderized strap. The fact things were on hold didn't faze him; Will's 'focus' kept his cock stone-and-heat. And Will, though doing nothing to pacify his caller, couldn't keep his grin from growing. "I know you know. And you're aware I don't care... Well one day you'll see it differently... No, it's called veteran knowledge." Will's eyes were narrow; coasting on the smoke, taking joy in teasing his sibling, and also for the idea that sprung to mind. He rolled sidewise on the bed from hips-up, and reached down on the same left side. His endtable was black mahogany, and below its lamp and buttray was a single cubby; and below that a single drawer. Josh's chair stood close enough for him to see; no longer jacking, and nosy to see what Will searched out. The drawer was pulled; its contents were at first rather lackluster, a nail clipper, some spare laces for athletic shoes and a travel-size screwdriver. But they lay over a sheer green cloth; and it was this that Will moved and lifted. Underneath, some mettle more interesting... A pair of hemostats, and next to it, a tiny brown bottle. Will went for the latter... And still on the phone, listening, he tossed it up in the air, shut the drawer and caught it all in a second. Jerr saw the bottle no less clear than Josh; and both wore looks of eagerness. Jerr gave one last, heavy whiff, and a gasp for the pleasure; then shook his head, hard enough to dislodge the jockstrap. David held back more chuckles; the monkey's grin was one step away from silly.

"... Yeah, whatever you say... Hold on, I need to handle something..." A huge ape hand covered the receiver; the other tossed Jerr the bottle, another smooth trajectory. "Sniff that for a spell. It's a fresh one; David, Josh, if you're interested..." He took his hand off, as Jerr unscrewed the cap. "... Alright, back... No, I do get it. I just know better... Ugh, Windsor..." His newly-free hand wrapped his face. "... I'd say let's discuss this later, but it'd be about the hundredth... No, you just listen like Einstein... It's not flattery, he's pretty damn dead..."

"Oh Jesus-fuck, man..." Jerr screwed the cap back on, leaving it safe on the bed. He leapt up, and sloshed around the bed to approach his 'rillapal. "I can get him offa there-" He lunged for the phone; Will was faster, and held it high. Jerr continued trying. "C'mon, hang tight and lemme take this-"

Will went calmly on, trying a diplomatic end. "... If you're pissed, hang up... No, I still need those, don't fuckin' pander to her..."

He was moving towards irate, understandably. Jerr, meantime, couldn't shake his grin, fighting to snag the phone. "Get personal. Tell him we're high as kites and bare-assed. Tell him my breath smells like your-"

Will finally had his fill, holding it high from Jerr's reach, and up from his ear; the steady, ceremonious press of "End" sufficed. Josh cheered, David laughed and Jerr collapsed in jest on the bed, riding the wave it created. Will sat down barely any slower; but kept from falling likewise, conscious of how much more he weighed. In what seemed like no time - mayhaps from the Mary Jane, roughed a bit from the surprise call but getting back to its groove - they returned to position, and Jerr worked them with glee towards edging.

Only now, the bottle was there by his neck. With his free hand opposite, he reached over himself and grabbed. To open it one-handed, he held it up atop his chest, with one fast breath for how it sent a strange chill on his ribs. His head came up as the cap fell away, and lifting the tiny glass he gave a snort near as deep as what had hogged the air from Will's jockstrap.

It rushed over him like goosebumps. With the other three calmed back to a comfortable air, and Will in an exchange with David, the field of warmth wicked along that svelte orange body. He missed the onset of their speech; but with his hand around Will's dick, pushing them back to where they'd teetered on shooting, he gradually joined the topic.

David's chuckle was relaxed, but a tiny bit pensive. "He's a good friend, I don't think I'da made it through all that base camp shit without him." He appealed to the athlete ape. "Too bad he has to try and screw with you, right? And through your ma, to boot-"

Will replied, but only after a deep groan. Jerr stared right on him, right where it counted; the biggest dick in the room, so rigid it bulged a quarter-inch with each heartbeat. Jerr's digits worked it like mad, with all the nimble might of a monkey; a handjob so practiced even Josh had to "guh" in admiration. Jerr kept steady control; even with his hips pushing upward, all-but-fucking Will's dick by their undersides. The gorilla held his thoughts, but looked straight to his manpal; Jerr's eyes never left their tools, and the expession was everything known wide about him. Like he stared on the finest view in life; like all beauty of creation was distilled into every man's loins.

But Will gathered wits, thinking past the smoke and Jerr's heaven-on-his-cock, and answered David. "That's not the grievance, really, he just wastes my breath and time." Somehow, it took until now to see a hint of smug on his features. "He can tattle to Mom 'til he's blue. She doesn't hold the sword in this castle."

David nodded deep... It wasn't what he'd foreseen to hear. "And she doesn't at least, like, pop in here and see this? Or your dad either?"

"Well, now we come to the endnote from earlier-" He gritted teeth; Jerr had him so hard it was felt from knees to navel. "I can hide the shit in here like a ninja. But Pop knows most of our... Ohh... Conquests." His stomach shook on the moan, its shallow fat the only part of him non-muscled. Jerr's dick pulsed to rival the 'rilla's, his lips moving to an 'O' just for overwrought pleasure. Will found the focus to go on, while Jerr lifted him the bottle. "The school's called here enough to run a tickertape. And I won't be convincing them to stop; the one who's hired for 'outreach' is a heifer, so bribery's a no-go." He took the brown tincture, loosened the cap and inhaled. His brow went stiff. "Ooooo, shit..." Half for the rush, the other half for Jerr. "But yeah. It doesn't make a fuck either way."

David verged on disbelief. "H-... How? " His eyes, like the monkey's, stayed put; and the hill in his shorts stayed high. "I mean, no offense, but unless your folks are, like... Uh..." He'd stumped himself. "... Cripes, what's the term for that..."

"... Pansies?" Will supplied.

"Yeah! ... Wait, that coulda sounded better-"

Both primates let a loud laugh. Will picked up after. "You're right. In a roundabout, glimmering way." He pushed the envelope, hitting the popper a second go. It had him near-dizzy, but together with the ganja, tripping balls. "Fuck, man..."

"Hey, King Dong," Josh twanged from Will's right, "Ya still wanna spread the wealth?" He sat low, in a lazy stroke; switching stares between the simians and the two smooth humans on widescreen. Will shot him the laziest glance, but lobbed the bottle over. Josh nearly dropped it, but after a stint of juggle-fumbling, took it firm and proud.

Will didn't bat an eyelash; the bloodshot orbs and artificial heat had him cool as a cuke, and so he stayed while restarting the story. "Yeah, the school keeps their ears bent like hell, but ten hail-Mary's are the max with Ma. I get a fair shake by her from Dad, famously." He adjusted his pose, pushing into Jerr's dick; the rise in pressure alone had that monkey gasp, and dip his head in ecstacy. "There's a spare room in the other wing. You'd find two things therein: His golf equipment, and my trophy case." Will's grin made a full half-circle. "And I mean a case. Glass, brass and the proof I'm one skilled ass."

"Heh..." David's relaxation had returned. "... I coulda guessed." He stared to the green of Will's eyes; a sort of snark crept in to his tone. "A regular Groucho, huh? I'm glad I got to see you 'up'-" He made it obvious, the change in focus down to Jerr's work. "-And the natural look."

Will's grin couldn't go any higher; but stayed to its extreme. "Any-effin'-day, fact, promise and request." He'd pounced on every talking detour, but knew he'd have to make his point sometime that day. "This bed and the glass case are sized the same. And it's none too empty." One could see the twinkle in his eye while proceeding. "One time last fall, I came home from practice, and Dad was waiting. We sort of met on the subject... Y'know, Jerr and I's pasttimes. I figured he'd lambast me for the day before, with Coach Reynolds. And some high-tension rope." His wink was lazy, doubly-impaired. "But he led me in there, drooled at all those sculpted beaut's behind the glass, and hand-to-God I'm quoting him verbatim..." Jerr looked away from his work, though still going just as hard. He knew the story, and wouldn't miss the pride he knew he'd find on Will's face. He didn't go unsatisfied; Will slid his pitch down an octave, for mimicry. "'Son, long as you bring these home and do us proud, you suck all the cocks you want.' And he meant every word..." He peered cheekily to Jerr. "... Even if he transposed the details."

David slapped his knee, thrown to jovial amazement. The bottle was placed next to Josh on the floor; he watched the TV like an eagle, and wasn't far from joining the apes in edge. Jerr gave a laugh; the type that's no-humour but all-joy-and-fun. Will heard, and came to correspond, by reaching down a thick black arm. It took over the stroke for Jerr; and though a shade less nimble than the monkey's, he made up for it with strength; steady power, the very arm that threw touchdowns like nothing.

He groaned; Jerr wailed, in a throaty 'bro' trill. David was back to the height of his arousal; and this time made no show of it, just reaching to yank his shorts for the ground. He didn't need a popper; the smoke and show were more than ample. Yellow rayon hit the floor, at last freeing the long, thin five inches, a darker grey than the rest of him, hard and hot. It swung as he dropped the shorts; and with him sitting back in the chair, his hand closed half-around it, working its uncut length with two fingers.

Neither Will nor Jerr noticed; the gorilla's head went back, this time for a memory; and the monkey couldn't stray eyes from their frot. The thought was strong in Will's head; giving him a force exhaled through his breath. "Oh shit, man, that reminds me..."

"Yeah?" David preempted, too turned on to realize the ape addressed Jerr.

But Will explained, unfettered. "... December, when the Colts came to town."

Jerr's laugh was instant; and so crafty it bordered on evil. "Fuuuuuuck, dude, we gotta tell that." He finally looked to David. "You'll fuckin' lo-" His eyes hit the unexpected; straight on the aardvark's exposure. "Nice... The shape, I could work it like hell-"

"-Like at the stadium." Will finished for him, still naming the tale he would tell.

Jerr knew well, and cut eyes briefly to the ape, before they whipped back to feeding David's ego. "Best day o' my life. God-DAMN that was raunchy..."

Will snickered, low and hearty. "To put it light as a leaf." He saw Josh from the corner of his eye; the billy had perked up at the name of 'Colts'. So the ape looked straight ahead, so both guests could have their earful. "I play football, I watch football. When my pro boys flew straight from Indiana, for an exhibition downtown, I snapped up two tickets like a pig to an apple." His fingers twitched, the ones that weren't locked tight over he and Jerr's manhood. "Bitchin' game, great crowd. We saw some hellacious plays... But skipping that... After two quarters, some hot dogs and a gallon of Sprite between us, it was halftime."

"Oh-fuck-yes." Jerr intoned like a robot; partly as a joke, but part that the image curtailed all control, speech or otherwise.

Will's head bobbed with a chuckle. "It's old wisdom that you only rent beer. The same applies for soda."

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The faint smell of ammonia hit his nose. A row of white basins stood before him, nine in total; his old sneakers brought him to the urinal three from the right. They shuffled casually, unwound by the four beers in his system, and before he'd reached the porcelain his lion hands fumbled with a jeans fly. The urinal was instantly darkened; his beer gut blocked out the fluorescents, its fur peeking from a white tee's shirttail. Inside the ring of his mane, a smile of contentment... He unzipped, pulled out his soft, barbed cock, and felt the rush behind and within. Any second now, he'd be splashing around a pink freshener cake, and already took relief from no longer holding back.

He couldn't believe it; the first one in, at halftime, when any other day he'd be swamped on all sides. Alone, and feeling kickback of a second kind from the brews, he straightened his chin and let loose a strong belch. As if on cue, like this was the starting gun, the tiny drip fell from his member, and grew steadily in speed to a yellow stream.

He kept head down, watching it; nowhere better to look, from his viewpoint. He wasn't shy about leaking, but still upheld the mancode... And so didn't look up when footsteps came from behind, and shade fell to his right. "Not bad, I give it an 8. Sweet acoustics."

From the corner of his eye, the long tail was obvious... As was the backwards cap of its owner, who approached with bustle. It was easy to see the orange fur thereon; the new guest had picked the urinal next to him. "'Sup, man?"

The big cat quaked above his waist, expressing a silent chuckle. "Hey." He would've said no more, but in his tipsiness the next conceived words seemed important. "... Good game out there."

"That's right-on." The voice was deep, bouncing from the walls; it didn't come from the monkey beside him. To his left fell another shadow... This one taller and wider, so much so that a thick gorilla arm nearly touched his. He was enclosed on either side; the beefy ape's jersey bore a Colts logo, grazed by a chili stain. Over that, the drunk lion was amused, right at the moment Jerr's stream burst from his uncut cock. It drew a hum from the chimp, pressure-washing the water closet. Two slots away, Will's left hand dove to unzip himself.

The monkey stood with legs wide, a pace or so back from the urinal, holding himself right-handed while it flowed out hard and fast. The be-maned man to his left sneaked a peek of Will's jersey, using its condition to judge Will's devotion. His lower-lip stiffened, with approving nod; while the monkey took a clear chance to sneak his own peek, on a lower kind of scenery.

Will saw the lion's try at stealth; and though knowing it was just to see his team, it was all the opening he'd need. "You an Indie' man?" He smirked back. When the lion met his stare, he made eye contact; when he didn't, those green ape eyes dipped down to steal a look. The lion peered down to himself, a bit sheepish but unafraid to make sports chat in a place like this. So he assumed it was their plan also; unaware of Will's tongue over his lips, unaware that the monkey to his right watched the piss gush out his spiny schlong.

"Yep, yep I am. Thirty-six years and counting." The lion's chops curled high while he emptied his bladder; still plenty to go, after holding it through regulation time. The primates had met him on a comfy topic; he looked over to Jerr, and the monkey was just in time to bring his eyes up to the lion's face; a few feet higher than where they'd stuck. The beer-gut feline missed this, and went on. "Don't gotta ask you, if you're with him."

He hardly cared the lanky dude was pantsless; he was a monkey, after all. Neither did he notice in his buzz that Jerr's hand squeezed on his foreskin, rapid-fire; turning his wizz to a pulsating jet, in essence warming up. Jerr looked back, into those dark brown eyes; keeping cool, resisting a legion of urges. "Fuckin' A. If they don't, I don't, ya heard?"

Will mimicked the lion's silent laugh from before; that attempt at sincerity was worth it. Lion's face went back to his own urinal, grin wide. Will had taken his time, undoing himself, watching both Jerr and their 'scenery'. His cock was low, hanging to admirable length even soft; but as it spilled out the unzipped seam, he and Jerr both knew it was filling out; making the change. He stood closer to the urinal, but if anything his junk was far more visible; aimed straight down, while his left hand held the flaps apart. His stream started slower than Jerr's, quicker than the lion's... A tiny waterfall of clear, past-soda, straight into the urinal's pool, splashing loud and foaming up. His athletic limbs relaxed; a square, strong jaw rose high, while he spoke the effect. "Ahhhhh..."

It relieved him, yes, but Will exaggerated. Knowing how Jerr would react; knowing the monkey would hear, and that hooded cock blasting his wizz would harden far faster. The lion stood by; getting closer to done, but still leaking a healthy flow of yellow. He had yet to know their thoughts, but as he heard Will's vocalizing, and then swing of Jerr's head looking past him, it began a fall into place. The big cat suspected; so with grin fading, he decided a tactic of silence. No more speaking to them, unless spoken to.

And both his 'guests' had themselves suspected he'd try this. Jerr drained the last few moments of hard flow, spraying the off-white catchment. He'd won the coin toss outside... His and Will's. He'd be the one to get things rolling. "So whaddaya think they do best?"

The only thing to curb awkwardness for the lion, were the beers responsible for him being there. He kept eyes to himself; the flow petered out, slowing up through the end of his feline manhood, dribbling in the recent-shined basin. "Uh... Well, they run it like they have sense. Pagano don't twiddle his thumbs doin' draws every down..." He'd grasped for an answer; it was true, but hard to come by with his mindset.

"Heheh..." Jerr's leak exhausted itself; with a few internal 'pulls', he shot three jets of gold, ending use of the mantoilet. "Sounds about right. I dig the arm on their QB, lobs some gorgeous shit down the green." The monkey stood limp, still taking his dick in his fingers; pulling, shaking, as it dripped piss from his foreskin.

The lion had started shaking himself, to shed his own last drips; but stopped fast, his brow wrinkling. Suspicion grew unbounded. "Wait... His name?"

Will's head lowered from the 'sigh' pose, and there came the greatest grin he could make. He was strong most everywhere; his arms, legs, pecs, and to the same degree, his kegels. They leapt to work, while the lion stared accusingly to Jerr; and that jock gorilla's piss abruptly stopped. His eyebrow twitched, but that was all resistance showed from him; a few seconds longer and the pain went away. The lion finally spoke again, as Will retained half of his bladderload.

"You said you were a fan-" The lion blared, watching Jerr fail to react or lose his big-mouthed smile. The monkey still shook and toyed with his member; but the drops were long gone, and all that came to change was the start of his orange meat growing.

Jerr's eyes were windows; their lively blue didn't hide an ounce of the plotting within. "True... Of watchin' them toss around. Fightin' for it..." His head nodded upward, one short motion. "... Fallin' all over gettin' it. Wraps their bods on the turf, pushin' all that manflesh on each other."

The lion's jaw dropped like Wall Street. A single sound escaped his throat, a deep, hiccupped scoff. His head and shoulders recoiled, brought away from Jerr, and straight towards Will. The very same moment, he felt two powerful hands on his blades; then Will's baritone filled his ear. "You know what he means."

The cat's face revolved in expressions; shock, anger, disgust. But he stood stiff as a statue; what kept him there was the notion they could be so very forward. "Y'... Y' fuckin' fruits, I see what team YOU play for." He truly wondered if he could break a gorilla's grip; that young muscle in its prime. His eyes stayed on Jerr; the monkey ogled him, that lion dick still poking from the fly of his pants; a single drop of gold hung from its tip, and shimmied in his furious tremble. "First and only warning, get offa me, I ain't on your side."

Jerr chuckled, and only stepped closer to the feline. Will had hands tight on those shoulder blades; but didn't hold him with force for a second, the lemon-furred beer gut stayed frozen between them. The monkey's eyes stuck fast to the barbed endowment; his left elbow bent to reach up. "Who said shit about your side? Nobody, man..." Steadily, his hand reached up to that fly; closing around the spiny cock, taking it with affection in-hand. "It's just fun. Hard, sweaty, guy's fun." The lion gazed down; not in horror, but quaking all the same. Behind him, Will could see how force was unneeded; and so his hands began a firm, slow massage, subtly appealing to the older male. The trembling didn't leave; but eased by steep degree.

The yellow droplet on that cock shook no more; but Jerr's hand encroached on it, sliding up the lion's soft length. As it closed around him, the drop dispersed onto monkey's palm; and before a moment's elapse, it moistened the skin around those barbs, by Jerr's underhand stroking. "Yeah... You got a true cat-cock here. Bitchin' spikes, man... Like little pressure points when you shove this fucker in."

The lion breathed shallow; Will's shoulder rub, and the monkey's rub of something else, warmed him up like the brews in his system. "I... I really mean it, you're barkin' up the wrong tree..."

Will sniggered next to his temple. "Think you could make that less believable?" That ape's cutoffs edged up to him, below a thin tail. On the crease of the lion's rear, something pushed and grew. He was sure he knew what Will intended; but what he knew was barely half the story, while the gorilla's abs curved into his spine.

Jerr tugged the big cat's meat, circling around it to feel every side. It grew firm in his hand, and even so, something else came first. The lion had stopped cold earlier, just before he would've shaken off the last of it... So with Jerr gently pulling that manhood, a trickle of piss eked out; following the pits in his palm, before they moved up the five spined inches. "Yeeeaaaahhh..." The monkey throated, watching all; only darting his eyes up to Will at the very start of his next phrase. "Fuck, dude..." He stared back to the lion's package, as turned on as ever. "When you were takin' that leak..." His other fist stuck under his shirttail; stroking his monkey shaft a fair bit faster than the cat's. "... I shoulda stuck my hand in. Had your hot piss bathin' my mitt, runnin' down my fingers..."

Will's laugh bounced from tiled walls... The thick ape tool stood out from his cutoffs, high enough to give the lion a new, firm poke. He'd been listening.. And knew just how to bait his monkey ally, speaking down past their prey's broad shoulders. "Hell... You're short enough to stoop and drink from the fountain."

Jerr's stomach bowed in; letting loose a colossal, moaning load of air. "Chriiist..." He stroked the lion harder. Barbs tickled his digits, and the cup of his piss-slicked palm. The lion just stared down; eyes half-open, as was his fang-endowed muzzle. None could tell he'd even shown objections at all; while his tapered cock rose to harden, Jerr felt the pulses; and was barely the last between them to sport a raging hardon.

Will leaned close into the lion's ear; his nearly-eight inches poked at the seam of those jeans. "He didn't fib. It's just fun for guys like us... We all need release, owning this." On the last word, he grabbed the lion's jeans at the waist; dropped them to the floor, and shoved across that hole one brief time. The bushy mane tilted up; its owner looked to the ceiling, possessed by sensations new and odd. They were logical; what was odd to him, was how he surrendered so readily. Jerr's hand around his dick surely helped; only pausing its soft, expert stroke, so that Will could reach down, clasp the button of that jeans fly and lower the denim. It fell to the cold floor beneath; Jerr's hand went back to pleasuring the daddy, and Will tested just how much his cheeks would resist a fat ape cock sliding through them.

The gorilla's groan sent vibrations to every brown hair of that mane; but the lion heard a monkey's voice besides. "This tool, man... Love suckin' 'em dry like no one's biz, but this handsome fucker's made for somethin' else..."

He and Will locked eyes, above the torso of a lion who gasped and throbbed below. What Jerr intended needn't a description; No later, the ape jock's hands met around that gut. "So I see. Alright, old man, he's got some needs... And just like you, a space down low that's vacant." He pushed his monster up the lion's cheeks; poking into that asshole just once, turning the big cat just helpless enough to swing his body back towards the urinals. Will was precise, manhandling his middle-aged heft; so that there was just space enough for Jerr to nimbly grip the porcelain, and swing his body up from the floor. The lion's head filled with questions, desires he'd never entertained; when focus fought its way back to him, he saw the monkey's position, and in an instant understood. Jerr's feet draped on his love handles; the orange hands held tight to chrome, one on the pipe above the pisser and the other on a hex joint by the flush handle. His legs reached high, up from the lip of that basin; so what lay exposed by the lion's cock were two thick, fuzzy buns, each side of a straight crack.

Jerr stared up to him; the look was unique. Calm, smug and every other piece of the monkey's 'down' demeanor, but vulnerable and begging. All else had worn the daddy cat down, but this one look sealed the deal; just as Will's hands tightened on his gut, and deep tones spoke in a command. "You know what to do. Stick him deep, rake my buddy's hole with those prickles..." His cock slid down the lion's buns; but stopped at the crevasse, his solid knees pressed into two furred legs. "... Or I'll be less than gentle. He's not tight as a balloon knot like you... I can't make him half as sorry."

The lion throbbed in every barb; hearing well the ape's threat, but centered on the sight below. Jerr sat exposed, helpless, shameless... It was far more motivation than anything Will could ever order. The feline's left arm went up, planted on the wall. His right took Jerr by the back of the neck, and with his weight and Will's supported, he launched forward by the hips. The spined tool's shape gave perfect use; a thin point at the end, but thick by its base. The lion pushed in, overeager and selfish by Jerr's silent beg. Just how the monkey had wanted it; and with his cap brushing inside the urinal, he felt at once like he was fucked by a ridge-bearing traffic cone.

"Ohhhh-h-h-"

They raked him, fleshy studs augmenting lion's wang. Will stood behind, eavesdropping on the action; Jerr's groan, and the sight of his cheeks getting bred. Wills hands stuck on lion's shoulders, his beefpaunch remained curved to the white tee's back. "Yeah, rail that bastard. Punish him for sneakin' looks, like you're eye candy." Will's cock stood in the lion's crack; it pressed to his hole, diveting the skin, igniting the cat's raspy lilt. Daddy lion continued taking Jerr's prize, shoving in and out smooth as silk. This alone kept Will hardest, most aching to join the fun; experience and its pros were written all over lion's work. Jerr's head moved with the rest of him, up and down with every thrust into his monkey hole; a blue cap was wet with flush-water, dank but clean. His tail, on the other hand, set in the basin; its tip dangled low, and each time the lion pushed in to his base, that orange limb dunked in yellow. Three inches down from its tip, it was soaked in the piss of who now stood taking his advantage.

The lion's gut shimmied; its fat was a centerpiece for muscle above and by each side, likened to Will's but rightly thicker. The ape saw this, peering down from the lion's cheek; and so caressed it, firm in his oversized hands. The grin lit up his face like a Yule tree... He still knew what he retained within. "That's a healthy spare. Looks grand on a man like you..." The lion came close to turning a bit, leering a 'thanks'... But Will pushed into his pucker, invading with a pop. He was only getting started with their mantoy, and not quite done speaking his piece. "... And like it holds a good sum. Cold out today... You could use some inner warmth."

Jerr moaned out, acting pefectly the part of a sub, but still managed to lean up and wail an addendum. "Do it, man... Give it up for him..."

Will's chuckle reverbed in the lion's right ear. Jerr's ass was sumptuous; the lion fucked him hard, jockeying his bod into the porcelain; even while he started to feel from behind a tingling warmth. Every second it grew; and by his third breath after, that mane faced the floor, the lion's eyes shut tight with nirvana. Will was stone-hard inside him, every one of those thick inches; but gifted, he was still able to unleash what he'd bottled up. The lion's guts took heat, and the best kind of building pressure; he was flooded by clear, gorilla manpiss.

"Ahhhhh," Will's relief boomed in his ear, low and carnal in its second premiere. It coursed through his meat, pure pleasure while it gushed out the rigidity, squeezed between its girth and the lion's ass. That feline chest heaved, his fingers bent out as they held him on the wall; but he kept strong, straight, pounding Jerr's ring with spiny weapon. The monkey gritted teeth, tossing groans like grenades; the barbs were so intense, he bit down on the air itself with every rep.

"Yeeeahhh..." Will's pitch vibrated the mirrors behind them, every part of his front up to the lion's posterior. Sparse black curls lay into those golden-furred cheeks; not an inch below, the ape's monster cock was full-in. Still evacuating wizz... Still shocking the daddy with how every second was hotter, tighter. Jerr heard enough from both - Will's sigh, the lion's grunt and gasp - to know exactly what he wanted was happening. His uncut cock danced on his stomach; so steeled, he couldn't bend it with both hands. If it was even in his power to try, with the lion socking his asshole, bruising him with root-girth and all those stiff spines. They reddened a path through his cheeks; the pain was vast, but weak, like a glow in his netherflesh. All was amazing, but as Jerr knew, he had the chance to make it perfect. His tail still dipped in the lion's pisspool; and gathering his focus, he brought the long appendage up, rising by his haunch. The lion fucked him raw, with speed and endurance; wincing, so he missed the orange tail guiding itself to Jerr's face. The teeth ceased gritting, and opened wide... Letting his tail drift in, then closing lips on it. He tasted dinge from the basin; but not half as strong as the salt, and trace of hops, from his older dom's leak. To him it was glory; an aphrodisiac that rocked him hips-to-toes, feet swooping next to the lion's waist, while his own tail muffled his whine.

Seeing Jerr's abandon could only bring Will up to the same. Quarts of soda ran their course; he still pissed them out, still not close to an end, while he began a slow pump into the lion. Working through those cheeks, conditioning them to receive, all lubed by the gorilla's own gold shower. Even Jerr himself hadn't seen the ape's grin much wider than this. "O-orrgh... You're so goddamn tense... For now..." Every thrust was slightly faster... Each one less merciful, pushing the lion in rhythm with his own anal conquest. In this, Jerr was luckiest; Will's athletic power backed up their mark's, and made his work that much stronger. Gorilla's dick made sloppy echoes, loosening the lion, while the sound of dripping arose under Jerr; his tail sucked clean, he dipped it back down, and lifted for another taste. Though worked hard and fast, he wouldn't miss the chance to tell it, with his tail popped out from his lips. "Dude, your piss tastes so fuckin' choice..." Pure lust through every word.

The lion heard, smiled. He had let himself go; into the moment, and confidence grew for a reply. "Michelob."

Jerr sighed like a slut; and had a perfect reply at the ready. "... I taste it, yeah... But not as much as your... Thick-ass pipe... And all that testosterone..."

Will stood cheek-to-cheek with the lion; feeling the cat's moan even more than he heard it. Raw pleasure rumbled his throat; the older uke was broken in, just as he was filled above capacity. Gorilla dick ravaged him to its full speed and power, as clear, hot piss leaked around its girth. Jerr's tail wicked through his chops, its orange coat sucked dry; the lion's thighs were soaked, same as the crotch of Will's cutoffs; a stench of diluted quarts only drove the ape to hit that mancave harder.

Through the dual penetration, Will taunted their catch... Playing on his mind with every phrase. "You came for football... You're gonna do just that when this rod's done with you... And you'll make him do the same... Yeah, I know he's clinched around you... That ass could crack a walnut, it's giving you the ride of your life..."

The lion's head sank low; all strength went out of him, beyond what he used to split those monkey cheeks. Will's rhythm still compounded his own; and now the filthy whispered nothings could only enhance it. Jerr's pain hardly mattered, his lower back weighing on the porcelain; neither did the weakening in those arms up above. Tingling hit his scrotum; more than what was blessing his prostate, with the lion daddy's barbs and their pummel. It was on its way; his head couldn't rear back any further, and so the moment manifest simply, in a single, delectable cry that didn't end.

He couldn't see the piss cascading to the floor, staining Will's bottoms, as the gorilla's bladder at last ran low... But Will could see all, over the broad feline shoulder; Jerr's stomach tightening, his frontmost teeth aglint in the light, while the first rope flew from uncut manhood. Its power derived from their own, his and the lion pulling double-duty; fired all the way to Jerr's throat, sticking by his windpipe, briefly whistling the moan. Will's wizz became drips, far inside the cat's leaking hole; while the tool that had given them gained its full mast. From seeing Jerr shoot his load, the creamy white still in jets and peppering his chest; and from the lion's groan, flattening the form of his beer gut. Close to eight black gorilla inches, a thief in that stolen black cherry, and it was all too much to know without going hot on Jerr's heels.

The monkey shut eyes hard; focused on his peak, and the older male inside him. He caught Will's howling bass; knowing, as it widened his grin, that the ape gave their stooge exactly what he'd taken up his ass. Only bigger... Slicker, by the waste of carbonated sundries. Will's hips hit so hard, they all-but-shoved the lion forward; Jerr ached deep in his hole, but the push in his cock overscreamed it; nine shots of thick, hot seed, while he thundered a moan from wall to wall; his tail no longer controlled, it whipped above his chest's white gobs. Just as they ended, and mancream merely oozed down his foreskin, Will bear-hugged the lion; enclosing him with brawn, as he shot far up the daddy's passage.

The lion yelped, his fingers going white on the wall. The loads floated in a pool of clear, and its holding uke felt every sensation. Tickling him from inside, piling on each other as Will shot deep, fucking all the strength from them both. Ape's gut curved into him; two solid pecs massaged his 'wing' muscles. The lion's mouth couldn't close; couldn't hide his carnivore fangs, aired out by a yowl. Jerr's climax had pulled along his partner; and with the cum fighting manpiss for room, he was made to be the last in firing line.

Jerr met the onset with joy and baiting. "Bust it out, man... Ohhhyou'reupinthere..." The crunched-together word whined out. "Y' goin' good as hell... P-plant that fuckin' manseed..." The lion's tool swelled from within him. "W-want that nut... Beggin', man... NnnghhAHH-H-"

The pool on Jerr's neck shimmied; his cords vibrated, another of his screeching monkey wails. Either the big cat was backed up, or he was naturally a fire hose. Will's piss may've leaked out those golden buns, but the lion's jizz spewed from both sides of that spiny cock; so much, so fast, that even Jerr's wide tunnel had no way of hoarding it. Will's peak was closing; he saw down to the loads spraying out from Jerr's cheeks, and heard the daddy's roar; so breathless from unloading, he gasped to give their sandwich filling more fuel. "Yeah, shoot it... FUCK that cream right in him, test his hole like I tested yours... He wants it more than both of us, fuckin' cock monkey..." Somehow, it was the play on words that hit the lion best; perhaps due to a laugh, that jiggled his gut and offset his cadence, hitting Jerr's hole its hardest yet, sending the brunt of his loads deep enough to fill the monkey's guts.

A blue cap was wet with flushwater; two asses dripped white, one also shedding warm falls of clear. Continuous liquid from the floor to their waists, all with the final heavy groans from the lion; and slowing breaths from two else. Will had lessened the force of his hold around the daddy; but kept it there, to rub and enjoy the soft, aged billows. He was first to speak; but only after a snigger. "Touchdown, fuckers."

Jerr exploded into laughs; the lion wheezed, trying to chuckle while recovering. He withdrew, and the taper of his girth exposed by the light in turn, up to the narrow tip. Each barb lay webbed in white, the same as a long, roped line of bunk, stretched from his cock to Jerr's hole. Will broke his hug of the lion, to reach a fat gorilla finger down and pull it. The line went straight for his lips; passing the lion's core, it dragged over a tight, sweaty tee, with cat and monkey's eyes engaged to watch. Will gulped it quick; but it was Jerr who hummed satisfaction, climbing slowly down from the urinal. Will pulled out, steadily to avoid causing pain with that monster; even if he had, the lion wouldn't care, what with Jerr diving to clean his loins orally. Faded denim lay atop the cat's feet, sopped with Will's leak and spots of white; sharing that honour with Will's cutoffs, or the frontal side thereof.

Lion's pants came up, lifted by Will; covering his ass, just after the ape slid a finger down deep in that crack, from base to top. The lion's weight leaned hard to his own hand, still in wallplant, his pants zipped and buttoned by his dom. Jerr's tongue had him polished and free of jizz below, the heavy field that had frosted him knees-up; all down the monkey's throat, even before Will could bring that finger up to the big cat's face; glossed with cum and piss. "Take it... You've worked for it."

The lion held hesitation; long enough for Jerr to gulp it all, and gaze up, messed from lips to jawline. "Man, we ain't about to buy that you don't want it, y' can't even fool yourself." His tongue whipped one last time over the barbs. "Why d'ya think I'm jonesin'?"

The lion stared back; low, relaxed, contended. " 'Cause you're a fiend, like him." Then, Will's finger disappeared, behind his fuzzy maw; sucked cleaner than the monkey had served his prick.

It was all-grins between the trio; for a pause, before they heard the hoarse tone from a distance. "Then what does that make you? "

They all looked and caught his figure in unison; standing by the doorway, an eagle in uniform. Golden wings out with intimidating majesty, behind a shoulder patch reading 'security'. The other shoulder leaned to the wall; his burly arms lay crossed, with a club below one elbow and pepper spray by the other. The lion broke out in sweat, rapid panic; his accomplices were calm, but rightly jarred.

The fluttering pitch of a thirty-something felid. "O-O-OFFICER... I mean security, guy, person... I swear this isn't what it looks like! " Will and Jerr cut eyes to him, like he'd just screamed he was president of Iceland.

The bird pushed off from his shoulder; proving he was stronger than Will, then strolling up with authority. His boots were showroom-shined, a 'clop' on each step.

"I don't know, it looks like the back of a dance club. Or Fire Island in June."

Will's shock retreated; he, like Jerr, detected purpose in those statements. To find out would be simple enough. "So then what's your plan to handle us?"

The bird squirted spit back to a trashcan... And lowered both hands, to start the ching of a belt buckle. "My plan, is to have that chimp back up on the pisser." A friendly glare, just below the brim of his cap. "Gettin' rid of some coffee."

So much for the lion's panic... And for Jerr's feet positioned on solid ground, not up and out waiting on his shower.

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David was pulled into Jerr's grin; the pride, the ego, under reddish eyes. While the aardvark stroked with fingertips, teasing his narrow shaft, Jerr closed the anecdote slow; extending each word from the high. "We lucked out with the eagle... But that papacat, we worked for every fuckin' yip and hot shot."

Will's face tilted with a soft, pleased grunt... Jerr had ceased stroking either of them, the memory alone was their edge. So he laid back to savour, mellow, nostalgic and stiff as Stonehenge in his best bud's hand. "Fuck yeah... And we only worked more at the hotel that night." He looked to Jerr with manful, ganja'd glee. "You still possess his number? This has me wanting an encore, like after chow tonight."

Jerr's laugh was level, acted in pleasure. "Safe in my folder. Might take a while to find, with ninety others in front of it."

The aardvark sighed on every phrase, thrilled and impressed. "Fuuuck... And he wasn't even gay. You make it sound so easy, that's... That's game."

Jerr kept a grin, though not too reactive. "Hell, it is a breeze. Show the average dude a path to get his rocks off, and he'll run you down to cross it." He looked up, sort of 'past' the whirring fan above... His grin deepened. "Mmmph, man... I will give'im a ring tonight. Just thought of the taste of his jeans, while I sucked out the dadpiss..." He moved his stare to Will's waist... The yearning was impossible to miss. "Beer, and dick, and all the sweat dry-baked in his inseam... Fuuuckme, man..." His hand slipped to Will's dick, off his own; even holding that uncut pipe would've made it shoot off.

Jerr's palm closed tight around his wingman's willy; the gorilla twitched with sudden ecstacy. "Y-you've never... Dove more into sub's filth since. All that, and we stepped out to see the Colts pull a victory. Couldn't ask for better."

Josh, behind him, had put stroking on the back burner; men were good in his mind, but pissplay wasn't. Added to that, he latched onto the sports aspect, and piped up his foremost thought. "Who'd they win against?"

Will immediately chuckled... The truth itself struck him funny, as he peered over his shoulder to the billy. "Detroit. The Lions."

And on that, David lost it, still hard and holding below but swaying in his chair with belly laughs. It creaked under him, age apparent, and only stopped with his regaining composure. He spoke still fighting back hoopla, by a set of snorts. "No... *snnrk* No wonder you laughed... You like, debaucherized their mascot." The grin stayed, but joined up with a look of puzzlement. "Is that a word?"

"It is now." Will's pecs swelled from a breath; something lower on him couldn't swell any harder, pumping on each pulse. "But I laughed for more than what you think... I'm daft for a good, clean shutout." He gazed again to Josh; by now, the goat thought nothing of what had turned him off, and listened firm to Will's bass. "We won before they even hit the grass. Take a sec and just picture the matchup."

Josh sent chuckles through his teeth. "No lie..." He trailed off; spotting something from the corner of his eye, he resumed a stare to the TV. It was now a new coupling; short, wiry redheaded human, on all fours and taking ten inches from a gruff Italian biker, in full leather gear. Far closer to his turn-ons than the monkey's tale, and that silvery goathood went lumber-hard in his hand.

David, yards distant, had finally finished laughter; watching Jerr squeeze Will's blessing, doing likewise to his own shaft. Jerr watched right back, and had one last point to give; it cruised on his high, and his hunger. "Never forgot, man... The eagle, and that night... Almost hot as that train they ran at the base..." Seeing David's rod, but thinking of a shower-room rendezvous.

The grey guest spoke even slower... Sunk into his own arousal, hardly able to think through his words. "Sounded raw as hell, yeah... But I gotta say, like... I'm almost disappointed..."

Jerr said nothing; one eyebrow lifted, plain and curious.

So David explained. "I can't believe you guys were, well, at a place like that..." He smiled, in a way rather close to Jerr's norm. "And didn't go for the locker room..."

It hit the monkey like a ton of bricks... His head recoiled rearwards, incensed by what was pretty-well-oversight. "Dayum... What were we thinkin'? "

Will's groan gargled in his neck; less bothered than Jerr, more dwelling on the possibles. "I know what I'm pondering... What it'd be like to land a team of pro's... Perfect age, perfect build, stark-nude with all the smells of their changing space..."

Jerr's body limpened; the implied was to blame. "Shit'cheh... Just imagine..." His dick flexed base-to-hood. "Studs on every side, tall and thick, half of 'em hairy..."

Will's pitch slid down to match the mood. "Right where it counts... Up on those beefy chests, in the bend of their pits, dense 'n' curled at their trophies... And you know their hands are like baseball gloves..." He reached down, wrapping his hand over Jerr's, around his own thick rod. Aardvark and monkey watched together, as the quarterback ape pulled it towards him, and pushed back to hit it on Jerr's dick. A moan practically shrieked from Jerr's chops; Will wore the look of pure decadence.

"... And it bears the same for them, as for me."

Jerr's eyes barely kept from closing; overcome, like the tail that lashed behind him as a whip. "Fuuuck, they'd rip my ass so hard... Holdin' with arms the size of my whole bod... Be two down my throat the whole time..."

Will repeated the hip-height slam; Jerr's head dropped back hard enough to loosen his cap, and it hung precarious upon him. The red-eyed ape teased on. "Consider that smell... Catch 'em after a hard game, when they're dripping and loose... Pure-fucking-machismo, more than you could ink in a verse..."

Jerr's head returned level, smooth and lax, to stare on Will with crippling crave. "Like your fuckin' jockstrap... Goddamn, when it's Friday nights here, and you yank that off 'n' over me..."

"You bow every time." Will baited him, with the monkey gulping sighs and two guests rightfully spellbound. "All I do is smother it cup-to-nose, and you're on your knees and my tube. Or jacked up here, slow-rubbin' the most-coveted mansteak in school."

Josh had firmed back up for the porno, but easily abandoned it for this. While ogling the pair, admiring Will and catching Jerr's toe-curling crave, he knew what would only embetter it. "Fuck... That does it, ah'd say it's time..." All three centered eyes on him, and saw the goat's hoof stick down in his pocket. The rustle of a bag preceded its removal; and as it came out in his digits, Jerr hooted high and loud. All eyes opened wide, except the billy's; as he'd been the one to conceal the sack of powder. "Got a mirror?" He nodded to the ashtray, or what held it. "If not, the endtable'd do."

Jerr had to laugh, in basic shock. "Dude, what the eff! I know that ain't sugar."

Josh locked into his stare, glowing mirth. "But still a gawd-damn confection." Through span of moments, he reached down his rear pocket, produced a wallet, withdrew a dollar bill and returned the brown leather to his hip. It was hard not to look goofy, pulling his wheeled chair to the table with his heels; but it was harder not to feel like a 'G', setting blow on the woodtop, unwrapping it and spilling enough for two lines. Using the dollar's firm edge, he raked it neatly to the shape of a caterpillar. "More'n an 8-ball here... Who wants in?"

It took a while to see any response; until three guys' surprise could drain away. Jerr was first to refuse, in smooth headshake. "I'm cool, man. You go for it, I'mma be the off-duty chaperone." Will's knee pushed on his scalp... He smirked, and re-tightened his cap.

"Alright, alright." Josh grinned all the way to the gums... Then focused on Will. "You agreein'?"

The ape's eyes rolled upwards; his hands came together in 'angelic' pose, and he spoke an innocent lilt. "I do my best to stay away from drugs."

Again, David laughed hardest, but not by himself. "You like, think we missed the smoke AND the bottle?"

Will bounced on the weak quip with more performed innocence. "What? That's my best." He slightly bent his knees; their heat invaded Jerr's face. "One should know his limitations."

Josh's eyeroll said 'hopeless'; before he peered beyond, to the grey quasi-dork. "Ah know you'll be a boy scout, too. Oh well-"

"-Sorry to dishearten you..." David mugged, sly before he hopped off the chair. "... By proving you wrong."

He made his path around the bed; Jerr's "OHHHHHH " sounded next to him, as he passed the corner closest to Josh. Strolling up, trying for appearance of 'style'... In their eyes, he didn't fail, though that would root in how he gave the day's greatest shock.

Josh rolled the dollar, put it to one line's end, and put the line to rest in his nostrils. While his pupils widened, and fingers twitched out, he thought he might need to show David the method; but as he readied to, the aardvark all-but snatched the bill away, bent down and took the other line in a sniff twice as fast. Two primates sat as audience; their jaws couldn't come much closer to hitting the sheets.

David faced the wall; his eyes went livelier, but no less relaxed. "Nghh-h-h-h YES..." He stood closest to Will, no more than a foot from his chest; the smile that ape saw was unlike anything he'd ever expect from its wearer. "Dude, ohyeah... It's been a while, you don't even KNOW!!"

Will and Jerr cracked up in unison... The monkey's chest billowed in guffaws. "You good now, D'?"

Blood filled veins behind David's glasses. "Better'n I've been in a loooong while, thanks much." He motioned left-handed towards the baggie; jerky a bit, but in control. "You sure you wanna sit this out? I mean it's right here, and it's killer shit, and you have no guarantee unless Josh stops by more often that you'd get a lot of chances to-"

"-I'll answer that." Will's hand went up, stemming David's bluster. "I know Jerr as deep as he knows my whacker." He looked down, to see his buddy rightly give attention to the area. "... And the last thing for a pep bomb is a stimulant."

Jerr's hand tightened under Will's; it guided the QB's palm like Ouija, stroking kindly, though the scowl didn't match. "Careful, man. You might tempt me to tell how you almost got dusted by two nimrods."

It was clear in Will's mind; though he dodged the worse fate, Jerr's reminder worked well as a verbal jab. So he was also prepared, to fire back. "Be my guest. They'd get an earful from me..." An ingratiating tilt of his head. "... How's it feel to know your first lay was four hooves and a box?"

Josh and David knew all that was alluded to... And so sprung into energized laughter, while Jerr's scowl became a fault line. "Before I could cream don't count. Mancode alarm."

Will refined the potential of 'smug', in that moment. "If there's an alarm tripped, I can't hear it over the backpedaling."

Jerr could've kept it going; found a way to win over the prattle. But to see Will's face, he had to look past the manhood... And everything in his eyes told he wanted something far more than play-putdowns. The gorilla was truthful, in how well they knew one another... And by a pause where they found the attention of their guests, the gorilla un-derailed their affections. "Yeah, it's right there. Right in your hand, a tower, close enough to claim your fuckin' lips..."

Josh had never left his chair; he, and David standing close-by, had all they needed to resume a good crank. They worked to steady themselves, keep a slow pace, while Jerr all-but-drooled at Will's ankles. "You claimed 'em long-back... That ain't news to you, man, I just wait 'til you ask... Or take it anyway..." Tongue circled his maw; involuntary, an instinct to tease Will like the ape was equipped to do constantly.

The billy, partly from erection, partly from the state of being wired, butted in. "Y' guys fuck like rabbits, don'tcha... You doggy-style right here like mutts in heat."

Will chuckled; it pared down to a groan, with Jerr loving on his manhood. "Any more and we'd be in peril of the pound."

Josh reacted with half-wheeze, half-wail. Meantime, Jerr's breathing went into overdrive; and with control shattered, he pushed up with his free hand, guiding his mouth to what he'd stroked. Will's huge hand slipped away, just late enough for Jerr to dab it with tongue, as he plunged down over the monster... Humming, head swinging, nimbly directing his body to lay back-up by Will's legs. When all moving was done, his right arm wrapped around Will's knee; monkey feet hung over the bed, the pit of his own knees bent into Will's thick ankles. His core and uncut cock pressed into the sheets... The latter throbbed, soaking a spot with pre, while he swallowed every fat black inch. Will's scalp clunked the headboard; nothing made him care, inasmuch as that athlete's stomach tremored with a moan. Their guests stood vigil, virile, tools raging, jacked, blazed and glued to sudden action.

Josh dropped a wad of spit; slicking down, and speaking on with what he'd started. "Fuckin'... That monkey throat, man... Warm him up 'fore you take his slutty hole."

Will's jaw set in permanent slack; listening, but in struggle to reply. "You... You know it... Ohhhff-uuuck... You'll be watching... And see how much... Rrrghnnn... He LIVES for it..."

Josh jerked his cock hard as ever; sending every muscle in his form to some strength of motion. "Shiiit, you're remindin' me... Roland... His fuckin' letters..."

Will couldn't move; except to peek towards Josh, while Jerr worked his meat like a senior porn star.

The goat saw his look, and went on... Doing all to collect his OWN thoughts. "He still calls me... From the base... And what he's been doin' since you opened him up... He tells me everything..."

David looked to him, no different than Will. "That bear gets around? Like, with the guys? "

Josh's nod was barely there, above the quake of his neck while he beat his throbbing meat. "Not just the privates... You know Lain..."

Will incepted with a groan. "Fuckin' daddy seal... Ohhhh-h-h, Jerr... I told you I broke that bastard..."

Josh found it in him to grin, keeping pace. "You did, man... And how he's goin' since then, 'll do ya proud..."

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The bear faced down to the sheets; the steam of his breath seeped out from brown cheeks. Bellows streamed from his maw; of the three close-in to hear them, none did less than grow harder. The dolphin sat closest to the source; up on his knees at Roland's head, heavy on the cot, a slick hand planted on his neck; pushing in for the bear to take those tapered inches. Roland slurped all seven with averess, thinking on the body above, buff and tattooed with Meso-deities from aquatic stem to stern. No room for denial; he knew the thuggish stud owned him from chest-up, and his maw's every move, inside the vinyl tent.

But below, at base of his burly build, was a different story. He felt the pressure; unspeakable, harsh, heaven, dual-sourced and plugging his huge round ass. The grunts he heard were deep as his own; the fault of age, the just-as-cut and shirtless daddy seal who slammed him with a thick eight through his camo jeans' fly. It wasn't done alone; to his left, the other side of the 'arrow' they made from Roland's rear, was the shaggy buffalo... Mediate in size between Lain and the dolphin, on a swifter beat than the grizzled seal sergeant. So both fat cocks would pound into Roland simultane; and a moment later, they'd oppose, one sliding in while the other shanked out. It had Roland baying his loudest; his gut sloshing with zeal, making dolphin and seal take turns belittling their property.

"Yehhh, scarf it..." Dolphin's voice was an air of street pomp; between phrases, he collected a mouthful, and spat right between Roland's eyes. It brought the bear to suck harder, and wrack against Lain and the bison, upping the pain and pleasure. Dolphin ground his hips into the brown uke's face; pushing with his hand, sandwiching the bear's head, removing his choice not to take every inch deep and hard. "What's that throat's for? "

Roland choked on every word, as on that prehensile tool; rattling tones from his collarbone. "Sh-shhukkin' bhg dlllphhnn kokksh..."

"Attaman, soldier." Lain inferred below; seeing fit to call his under a man, by the fine job of commanding their power bottom. Roland rocked harder into the seal; his hole was afire, the fault of two monster cocks, never letting up. While above, the dolphin ran a free hand on his brow; slow and faking affection, seedily rubbing his spit into the bear's fur. Dolphin's dick was long, pliable; holding secrets that now came to use. He was buried tip-to-root in the bear; and now, Roland felt a curve, a twist flicking his uvula. It was hell not to gag; but worse, not to buck out on the narrow bedding, while his thick sub cock drizzled pre on the blanket. The dolphin was manipulating; far below his scuzzy grin, and the Mayan canvas of tats under-neck, he whipped that thug rod around the bear's mouth, hitting every square inch while it was sucked like a Blow Pop.

Sweat made a path down the ditch of dolphin's painted pecs; ambient humidity felt hiked with how well the bear took abuse. Lain stood tall by his rear, rippling his buns with every shove. "Bring those legs in, boy." His age-ripened machismo spoke itself; the same dampness as what trailed the dolphin's pecs had flooded the fuzz of seal pits; absorbing scent while Roland did as he was told. Three of the four reacted instantly; Lain, and the bison who shared in the break-in, groaned like lumberjacks... Roland's was more of a whimper, taking them in a space made that much tighter.

The dolphin gave less racket; laughing under his breath, forcing bear's head down on his twirling manhood. "You gettin' off on that, faggot ?" He hurled another blob of spit; it was aimed right to Roland's nose. He shuddered on its impact; the target wasn't missed, and as it screened his nostrils, breath was rerouted through his maw. So the dolphin split a moan with cackling; every few seconds, a hot, moist wind flowed past his weapon. "Yeaahhh, big ol' bulky bitch like you-u-u-" Roland had only gone harder with oral, vigorated by lung-breaks... Even a player like the tat'ed target was forced through trouble speaking. "G-gawdyehh, eat that shit..." His dick curved wide near the base; parting Roland's lips side-to-side, a constant reminder of how thick he was at lower inches.

The bear throated heavy; meantime thrusting back into the duo, cementing manful joy to their faces. It was greatest in Lain; the sergeant watched above just as close as he did his own work. "Takes orders just fine, don't he..." The seal shoved full-bore up that round ass; thick, veiny inches strained the red of bear's pucker. "Back harder, maggot. I want'chur hams blistered... If you're havin' a man good as me, yerr gonna limp away."

Compliance from the bear; breathing shallow from two long members digging his caboose.

Up by his scalp, the dolphin shoved him down again; but the hand that had hung free besides, lifted to the fat of his cheek. At first, it was like the rub of spit into his fur; slow, tender, nearly passing for affection. Before the dolphin's grin shattered illusion, and a long, slimy fingernail poked in below Roland's eye. The bear winced; focusing his all on sucking dick, and rearing back on the men, while the dolphin gave sadistic, careful scratching. "Thaaat's it, whore. Brown and red, nice on the eyes..." He took his time, to keep control of it while Roland bobbed on him... But this only meant the chore would go longer. In Roland's right eye, a tear squeezed out from closed eyelids; while what the dolphin 'sketched' began to take shape. He let off momentarily; his hips retreated, stealing back his length from Roland's lips. This too had a goal... So he could gaze down, and see the bear's pain swing back to pleasure, while he beat those brown lips no-handed with his member.

Lain's sneer put wrinkles in his stubble; as did his fucking the hell out of bear cheeks, to his own scarred abs. Bison hit beside him no softer; but at a loss for words, squeezed crucially tight against Lain's hugeness, and feeling something like a third wheel, he pulled out. A plot set in his mind; Lain looked over, though for no more than a split second, still stretching out the poor ursine. Not long enough to guess what the horned private went to do; but seeing through the top of his eye, as the bison lifted leg over the cot, and mounted it next to Roland. The bear went right on, taking dolphin above and seal below, grunting and moaning and ignoring when the dolphin started carving him further... So when bison put legs around his shoulders, and kneeled high enough above him to jerk his hard cock aimed down to bear-scalp, it was a footnote for the moment.

The dolphin's tool swayed to each corner of Roland's mouth; his tongue did all to follow, and catching it on every swing, they wrapped each other in a novel French kiss. Lain could tell roughly what occurred, and made a swift nod to the dolphin. "Dig it deep in his gob. Choke the fag 'til he screams your name, on your cock." The thug knew, well-ahead of the order. Roland felt it crammed down deep on his tongue; the bison's sack dragged behind his ears; its heat was near as strong as what friction had forged from the sergeant below, drilling his supple crack.

Dolphin's hips struck the bear's mouth; a swelling ache forced him back, but that pliable shaft just shoved deeper to compensate. Another loogie landed on Roland; he waited for the tattooed dom's hand to rub this in as well. But the buffalo stole that honour, lowering himself, to let his sack pick up its slimy trail. Two baseball-sized nuts combed over the bear... Feeling what they were, and the low vibes of bison jerking his cock, he could man up and go against the pain on his lips. Or that on his cheek; the carving concluded, leaving him with red print of the letters 'DC'. The dolphin's grin was partly for that... And more for him getting blown from his put-upon yet overwilling sub.

Lain's leer went right on, rutting the bear with every beercan inch. "Slip it in and out... Tease this big-ass fuck." He croaked a low grunt; the elder seal took all of Roland's tightness, straight to his glans. "That's an order, soldier."

"Good to me," the dolphin muttered, recoiling from Roland to free his dick. Whereupon the sea stud saw a move to bring his greatest smile; Roland straightening his neck, trying with a whimper to take the curving rod back into his lips. The failure - and its driving Roland to shake that thick body in hunger - sweetened the dolphin's banging it on brown furry cheeks. "You want it, you pay." He arched neck, looking down on the bear in both ways. "What'll you do to keep me fuckin' your throat ?" The control in his voice was superb. "What's the price o' me pluggin' your piehole ?"

Roland's fingers curled; his toes were dirty-white, locked in same. Raw desire ushered his reply, with thug cock slapping his jowls. "I'd... I'd lick your feet... Every side, every nook..."

"Heh, these big plods ?" He wiggled his own lower digits. "Not bad, that's a shitload of ground to cover..." He slapped the spindly tip on Roland's nose; scent sped the bear to leak pre like pouring maple syrup. The dolphin murmured chuckles. "But you can do better'n that."

The bear's whine exploded to a bawl; wanting that cock with every thought and sensory tingle. He courted the point of no return; swelled to his hardest, by this and an older, senior officer expanding his hole. Nothing could stop his asserting it; through every sound of every word. "I'd rim your asshole... plunge my tongue like you do that swervin' beast... Lap all the sweat from your taint, and those deep, rank pits..."

The primal blurt took dolphin by surprise; he was just as stiff on Roland's face, as he was behind his teeth. "Yeeahhh.... And how you think they'd taste, boy ?"

Roland gasped, like he meant to draw all air from the tent. "Like the biggest... Hardest G in the camp... The skin of a prime soldier."

Bison was closest to cum... Jerking straight down, while dolphin served the bear back. "And what's painted up on that hide... What's it say to a slut like you ?"

Roland's meat pulsed; three other cocks pumped in proximal peak. The bear knew his words might be all they needed, and so released all pent-up hunger, groaned from deep in his husky form. "Mayan gods... On a fucking adonis... Hung, hard and built... A demi-god, made to own..." The very thoughts overcame dolphin's focus; just enough of a window for the bear to reach up, snatch the curving rod and slide his tongue root-to-slithole. "... And I'm your fuckin' property."

It leap-frogged Lain, to send him first; a rough, shouting note accompanied one quick shove, deep past Roland's pink ring and shaking him moobs-to-gut. He never slowed going down on that dolphin cock... Not while Lain's white flooded into him, thick and hot, with the bison reaching peak by his head. Before Lain could dwindle at all, pumping loads up his big, curvy ass, the bison's first rope flew down over his forehead.

White gobs filled him from the grizzled seal; and that sergeant wasn't about to stay mum with his demands, casting eyes to the chocolate-fur private kneeled over their cumdump. "Yeaahhh, paint him up, bitches love facials..." He neared the end of his shots, as they now flowed smoother up the bear's raw hole. The bison sneered over him, shaking in climax with his kneel, firing sticky clusters to Roland's face. The bear's brow, both cheeks, even his black button nose took a hit... Each one drew their own separate moan, leveling Roland's paunch, and imbued more strength to him sliding down on the dolphin's tool.

His oral dom was like Lain; unwilling to sit by in silence. Though the seal was forced to see buffalo's back, and only know what went down, the supple stud got a front-row view; with Roland's face in cover of a scattered, high pearl necklace. "Spot him, man, give him a peek o' what he'll fuckin' swallow right here." His hand slid under Roland's jaw; clutched by the chin, the bear's eyes opened while his mouth's abuser swung his dick free. "You ain't ready. I'm not givin' it up, 'til you prove how you need this skeet." He held the bear's jaw, tight enough to rumple the skin. One of bison's last ropes gobbed on his wrist; he took a moment to wipe it in Roland's eyes, blinding the bear and forcing him to only hear and feel. "Lick the underpart, 'ho." Roland heard, and obeyed, running his tongue firm down every inch. The light groan told him it sufficed; the tiny dribble on his brow told him bison had milked himself dry. Lain slid out behind; even steady and practiced, the ache it sent was neck-to-knees in the subordinate bear.

Dolphin didn't rest on his laurels, any more than he would let the bear do likewise. The pliable rod all-but-whipped Roland, stinging his collagen on both lips. The inked dolphin had one final act in mind; one to keep his eyes narrow as the slit by his tip. "You want it like hell."

Roland's moan bore out like a whistling baritone scream. "OHGOD yes..." The cot shook with his body; Lain stood back, content and tugging his huge, spent size.

Dolphin toyed with bear's mind, like his lips. "You won't be good 'til my seed swims in your glut."

"Goddamnyes..." He licked more down the underflesh. "G'damn glad..." The endthought didn't go for the dolphin; it rather spoke his thoughts on a certain monkey. Knowing while he served the dolphin's cock, and took soft blows from its length, who'd enabled this.

The dolphin closed onto peak; Gods on his abs folded in, those on his chest creased in bath of sweat. Roland heard in the bay of his breath; and would've plunged deep on the curved member, had he not found the dolphin's hand on his scalp. It reached betwen bison's legs, and as the horned bovid dropped his weight backward, lying ass-to-ass with the bear, Roland's head was pushed hard on sleek inches.

The bison lay in-view of Lain's cock; while the sergeant tugged it, eking out a thick, hanging rope, the bison tongue-snatched it away. This, with Roland's throat raped by the dolphin; shoved time after time to the hilt, its length writhing on his gums. It wasn't choice of the dolphin; but involuntary spasms, while a grumble grew to yell in the sea thug. It was coming fast; and not a second before payload, Roland felt the air-cooled blob land between his eyes; more spit from the dolphin, rubbed wildly by the dom into his skin. It was while his fur swirled with spit, and cum, and crust of blood from his earlier marking, that the leading shot flooded his gullet.

Dolphin rammed so hard into his face, his nose felt blunted. Solid pints of hot cetacean jizz, down his throat as it took the brunt of dolphin's strength. The bison suckled Lain, just as eager to take those last few drops from the sergeant; but couldn't start to match Roland's hunger, or how much he took to his stomach. Gulping it down, wishing he could stare up to the dolphin who moaned out, sucked clean of all that internal sack could hold. As he understood, he was unworthy; same as how the dolphin saw it, watching his shaft be taken harder than his own hand bade.

Bison's cheeks were firm against his, rubbing crack on crack while each dove on their appointed tool. With dolphin's cum slowing, in the twilight of release, Roland found the bravery to reach up and wipe his eyes. He had a full second to stare, with a wall of inked muscle above him, before a drop of sweat fell free of dolphin's pec and hit him square on the cheekbone. His lips enhanced their own torment; nothing kept him from showing the dolphin more than he himself could order. Though the stud looked past the scrumptious turn; in spite of Roland's work, admiring more the letters on his face. So wanting the bear to listen, he spoke with a stability that drew from all the power within him. "When they ask, you can tell 'em Curtis marked you. Like all his bitches."

Air in the tent was ripe; a cloud of sweat, grunge and the leavings of three fat cocks, warm of bodies' heat, loud with last throes of men's exclamation.

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David and Josh kept mirrored pace; sliding hands down their members, working every inch, with the goat's in a spit-coat and the aardvark going dry. Josh's telling of 'fuel' hit its mark... More than making them rigid, it threw a quicker pulse to Will's cock, hiding itself down Jerr's stem. The gorilla lay quiet, hands resting on the bed to either side of him. Between Jerr's tongue and lips, the goat's tale, and augmenting by smoke and sniff, even mousey whines barely climbed their way out of him.

David's breath oscillated; his cranking down below had no control. "Fuckyeah, Josh... You think that bear left out walkin' funny? "

Josh half-chuckled, half-panted; holding his hand steady while thrusting through it. "Ah know I'd be feelin' that for days. Lain's fuckin' daddy cock spreadin' me out... And marked by that gangbanger while he blew loads down in me." He nodded to Jerr; his smile showed admiration, respect, and a hint of envy. "... Like monkeyman's gettin', from a hung-as-fuck ape."

Will's grin slithered to each side; Jerr's grew as well. Both were pride, from differing cause, and Jerr's went on to have him slide down gorilla dick slower, harder, gazing to Josh while serving Will. The look he wore said it all, every word that lit his mind. 'Yeah, watch me suck this fuckin' monster. Keep thrustin' through that palm, man, fuck your hand like you wanna fuck me...'

David, captive in the beef of Will's core as it rose with deep inhaling, set a postscript to Josh's answer. "I bet he gives like no other, Will... Knows your taste so well it never leaves his head."

Ape jock's eyes were well-shut, just trapped in the glory of Jerr's pleasing every thick inch. More sensation than most could believe; but he wouldn't miss the opening to keep a bud stiff. The baritone was AWOL, replaced by little more than soft, lilting phrases. "His religion... And he's devout in... Praying to the altar..."

Josh's thrusts went off-beat; same as David's breath while they tossed unsteady snickers. David was the one to acknowledge; though barely out of his growing lust to join in. "E-even getting head, you can put us goofy..."

Will's grin was tall near as much as wide; showing all his teeth, with scalp resting on a teak headboard. "When herb's into me..." Jerr let up, just to keep him from an oversoon ignition. In doing so, he allowed the gorilla back to deep tones, on a sentence that counted. "If I'm floatin', I get puerile. When he is..." Will's big greens set on nothing but Jerr; watching the monkey's head sway in bliss, the blue eyes of his uke centered on his own sparse pubes. "... He's even more obsessed than the norm." It was nothing like the put-down it seemed... A term of endearment, spark of empathy between the jock and his dude.

Jerr devoured his appeal; dwelling on the surge of joy it wrought, while adjusting himself on the bed. Only to reach a hand up, by Will's base, open, fingers out and spreading over coarse black curls. They ran slow, loving paths; teasing and massaging his bush, the manly wreath above his manlier blessing. It was too much - even for Jerr - to take this, and not make a sound to prove his paradise. "Mmmmmmmm..."

Simple, direct, and all Will could ever need to hear; while his buddy sucked him deep, worshipping his best friend's cock just as the quip would illustrate. His scalp was tight against the headboard; so the job fell on his lungs, to belt the word high in smoky air. "FUUUUUUUUCK..."

David's skin crawled with arousal; standing at arm's length from the pair, right where they met, on Will's throbbing tool. Looking low, past a monkey's chest, and the orange stomach churning for the same as why his mouth watered. Between Will's kneecaps, caged in by all that footballer's muscle, lay Jerr's member; so hard, one could almost see the heat emanated from its slow-bouncing length. Spilling pre from its hood, a thick flow to the sheets like a sideways syrup bottle. And to see Will's length as well, when his monkey bud came up for another dive, he knew neither was less hard or more into it. And to know he was welcome, even encouraged to see it all...

... He took a pace forward, ahead of the goat. Thinking not of how he encroached, but how just inches stood between Jerr's working mouth, and his own cock. He jerked it swift, wild, switching up grip on every breath; taking note of Jerr's eyes, as they opened to slits, and lay on that grey, close-by knob.

Josh was just as hard, still with thrusts into his hand, but a hair less powered than David. He saw more clearly the smoothness of Jerr's diversion; less of a blur than it was to aardvark, while the monkey slid his hand up on Will's near-eight. Replacing his lips, so they could pull off, in a bombastic 'smack'. The roar of pleasure from Will rattled teeth, ashtray and the windowsill; and effectually silenced David, while Jerr lunged to slide his mouth down over the aardvark.

Had Jerr not been busied neck-up, he would've shown them the extreme of a grin. Pulling double-duty, keeping Will on edge, tiptoes at the canyon of climax. Nature gave him a monkey's ears; wide, strong-to-pinpoint, so while his eyes shut again to tightness, the morsels he heard were that much kinder to catch.

"Yeah, show D' the magic." Gorilla's jaw slacked atop the pillows, smiling down past his own beef and gut. "Not my style to be selfish... I'll share you with either..."

Jerr took the aardvark's cock with equaled lust... But stared up to David, struck by what he wished to witness. The cock, the body type, the anatomy... Even the skin itself was so different from his quarterback beefsteak. It swept Jerr's focus to these subtleties; stroking Will's monster, suckling one more manageable. So with what David planned to say, he caught the cock-monguering chimp in the perfect frame of mind. "J-Jerr, man..." He wavered, like any other who would take that kind of talent down on where it counted.

The monkey stared back; haze in his eyes, bloodshot and starstruck, releasing David's cock with sultry pop. "... Yeah? " Before David could even register the word, he went to a lick from aardvark's base to his slithole; slow and wet up every grey inch. Now it was David who led the room's sound; bellowing over Will's deep cheer, and Josh's gasp of "Gawd-damn..."

But the aardvark collected himself; dipping his chin, sliding his small hand below Jerr's cap. The monkey put lips back to his rod; but sucking gentle, so not to disrupt the owner's speech. Appreciation, simple and warm in how it soothed the aardvark's tone. "What do you..."

A moan put him to pause. Jerr let off again, to preempt himself with a sniff of David's length; gym shorts, shower gel and musk from the bag that had pressed to it through the pocket. "I'm... I'm listenin', dude..." Doing everything not to snap back on that member, with so much about it calling to his hunger.

One simple phrase, and David shattered every nuance that would label him a dork or thereby similar. "... What do you like in a guy."

Jerr fought back a laugh; to him, the answer was all too obvious. "What don't I like. Just... All of it, man, every-fuckin'-thing to give 'em the title."

"Yeah, but..." David's lips curled to a slyness hitherto-unseen... A sight almost sobering the monkey, stealing his attention. "Whaddayou like in them."

He could've winked, but it would be overkill. What he said - and how - put the same effect to Jerr's receiving it. He knew what aardvark intended; and lapping that grey rod even harder, sighing heavy to bathe it in breath, he gave the wanted answer. "The full picture... From the cut o' their jaw, to how you feel their fuckin' moans through your head while you suck... Adam's apples, nutsacks, hairy cracks, thick limbs, ain't one part of 'em not made to love..." His hand left Will, adjusting his cap, still smooth and styled in gesture; looking now to the gorilla whose thick legs his own wrapped under. "Take that big ol' bastard for starters... Every bit o' what a pigskin freak should be. Tall as a shed..." Jerr's eyes went to his ape pal's arms, and then to his pecs. "... Big as fuckin' lumberjacks... Strong and strong-boned..."

Will grinned down to his fuckbud; arching his head to more expose his chin and smug mindset. "You want me taking credit for my race? " A narrowing of his eyes, going in tandem with his legs pulling in, tightening around Jerr; and the muscle in his monster tightening to fling itself on monkey's face. "I'm cool with that. Lotta good shit I was born into..."

Jerr's whine was deep and manful; having Will beat that huge cock on his nose, baiting him to wrap his hand back over it. He complied; stroking slow and tight, entranced to watch its head grow full and gleam as he drifted on more spoken worship. "Yeah, I'm holdin' it right now... Fuckin' HUGE, man... And it tastes better'n any..." Breathless, teeth exposed, he peered to David; taking charge with his other hand, back to serving two with butch glee. Knowing how David - and their other guest - were in-mode, he addressed them on the charms of his man. "When he comes home from a game... Calls me over here, and I get in... He'd still be in full-gear, grass stains and Gatorade spots and all but his helmet... Just so he can wait 'til I'm here to strip it off..." Every thought screamed at him to sink his lips on Will's rod; he ignored, but twitched around Will's legs in withdrawal. "... The shoulder pads come first... Then the jersey... And all the sudden, I'm seein' those hairy pits, with li'l drops of sweat fannin' out... And the scent, man, god-DAMN that fuckin'..." He stopped; memories had his mind jumping around, recentering as he struggled not to shoot handsfree. "... He just picks me up, lobs me on the bed, and all that performance he's worked up on the field..."

Will's arms tensed; subconsciously showing what drove his monkey lustmad. "... It goes to you. Up you. I take my turf-soldier grooming, and show you nights from a housewives' novel. Only nothing's close to femmy in this nest..."

Jerr's head dropped back, huffing a sigh, grinning so wide it hurt. "Shiiiit, anti-everything LIKE that, man..." He looked over to Josh; stroking ape and aardvark, wishing he could speak and have even one down his gob. "... Sometimes... If we're pent enough, and half the time we are... He has me wear that fuckin' jockstrap. It's loose, but that just lifts the smell right to my nose... Man, I'm a sinner, but blessed just the same..." His head went to rise, dramatic as the hunger in his every cell. "... I get plowed by stud-A. And if I wanna switch it up... Play the fuckin' wide world of male out there, he's always by to lend a hand... And a monster..."

Will had begun the same gasping as three others; sliding one huge hand on his chest, through his pit, then pushing it to rub on Jerr's nose. "You earn it, every day. Lips like a Hoover, the tongue of a snake... Limber joints... On the best amigo no gold can buy."

Jerr's hand showed the ape tool naught but affection; every third stroke, pushing flat on Will's base, frisking manbush. Jerr switched looks between that, and the face of his fixation. "We... We're like he said, man... It's no accident the world's got us linked..."

David dwelled on every word, and the monkey's tight palm, running obsession to benefit his grey, raging prick. He'd been opened up, leaving inhibition in the dust; feeling Jerr's work on him, watching it on Will simultane. Jerr saw it on his face, before even hearing him vocalize. "So do you wanna switch it up? "

The electric-blue of monkey's eyes flashed even brighter. To return with words, would have less effect than what he chose; lowering his lips, so slow and sultry it sent tingles up David's spine just to see. They took on intensity, from the first tiny moment Jerr's mouth closed over his throbbing head.

Three pairs of eyes lay on the monkey; David's, squinting in a bid to take-yet-observe Jerr's work; Josh's, while he shoved slick flesh through his fingers; and Will's, twinkling while his breath lightly trembled. Jerr had him stroked; wrapping his hand to each side, pleasing with varied technique. Like goat and aardvark, he looked on the manslut with want; unlike them, he blended it with pride and something other. Though from the corner of his eye, he saw David find a new place to focus... And heard directly about it. "God... it's so fuckin' hard..."

It could be said of them both, with Jerr coming up just to power-dive again; only his attention showed Will where comment was intended. So the ape gazed down at himself; seeing through Jerr's hand, how utterly right David spoke. Though his length was no less smooth than hung, veinless and unblemished, it coursed so hard with blood and feeling the entire black whopper seemed to pump as one huge artery. While Jerr worshipped, he thought much of the same; in a swift, puckered retreat from David's cock, he moved his throat to other pastures; lowering on Will's while his hand served the overhot aardvark.

Josh glazed his hand, in slow outpouring of pre; the monkey took turns on jock and dork, fist-on-one-chops-on-the-other. Jerr's chin was in a heavier coat than goat's fingers; both wore the colourless gleam of hard work on man's endowment, what the fleshy meat gave to ensure its praise right to the end. And Jerr would have no rest until they saw it; every one of them, given chance to blow loads through their luggage. It was what he hadn't spoke forward, when answering David on what he loved most in fellow men. They were all so different; in body, personality, and where it counted most. But the truly-loved traits, what were best in his eyes, each one shared alike. The need for release, action, to satisfy that one great urge. And though every cock was made matchless, every manhood created unique, they all showed their owner glory when taken in just what they were there for. Jerr's throat hummed so loud he felt it in his eyelids... Not all for how he used it to suck Will's fat staff, or how the former private showed every gestured nuance of a man getting pleasured. But Jerr knew well that same joy, the power that seemed to hold a life of its own in every pulsing inch. Just to think that he could give other guys the same rapture... Knowing how much he had them want it from him...

... David's dialogue saved him from shooting off. "Y-... You're what Windsor warned me of..." He'd started leaning into the stroke, arching hips while Jerr's hand flew down his dick. "And I couldn't be gladder he was right."

Knowing the younger ape's hangups - and knowing what David must be mentioning - Jerr let a chuckle around his tight lips. Rising, relishing every one of Will's inches for a full, moaning second, he freed himself to the thundering sigh of Will's lungs. "Come for the smoke..." Jerr caught his breath, and ran two fingers down the brim of his cap. "... Stay for the shots. And I ain't talkin' what we had at the base..." He cast a brief peek to Josh; the goat stood tall in front of him, just too far to take his maw but close enough to swell the scent of mansex. In Jerr's nose, it was hypnotic; giving time for David to stare further, where Jerr's hand rest at the split of Will's dick and scrotum. The orange palm was in breezelight push; a tiny force to keep the monkey upright between their peckers. Not enough to encroach on Will's manly globes and pain them; but enough to 'stretch down' Will's underside, and prop his monster straight-throbbing-vertical.

David and Josh suffered mutually a close call, barely dodging early discharge. The aardvark's words could barely come any weaker. "I... I can't take my eyes off it..."

Jerr heard the most crave he'd shown heretofore... It was natural to goad him on further. "Welcome to my world, G. Why you think I drain his balls every effin' day? "

The billy stepped closer; making all three cocks easy in Jerr's reach. So he did only what they wanted; with heavy, deep vocals around him while he rotated a mouth and two hands. No dick didn't get its fair time; none of them didn't weep trails of pre, until every part of Jerr from chest-up was tangled in thick, runny wisps. Ten minutes on end, ten turns for every male present to take what he could give. But by the stroke of eleventh, his mind worked just as heavily; and moulding its ideas into shape, he slowed both hands, and took his mouth from Josh's goatmeat. "You dudes are about to fuckin' LOVE me..."

It was something Will had heard before; a grand enough memory that he billowed in guffaw. "Lay it out for us. Give a thread greater than all we've told to now."

Jerr near-hyperventilated; gasps not for work, but a need for cream. None of his smile ever left. "Alright, Josh... Get to the foot of the bed, kneel on it... I'mma turn my back to you... David, you grab a seat on that gorilla gut. Face down to us, push your meat up to his..." He gazed to the goat more than anyone. "... You show me how hard you fuck wit' that spit-oiled spear, when you ain't gotta go against a dolphin. These guys..." He grinned up to Will and David, "Are overdue for a double."

Nothing more deserved explaining; Jerr had a handle on the scene, and how to get them posed optimum. No one moved fast; the mood, the haze of skunky fog still hanging thick, the chemical in three out of four, kept their hot skin on a deliberate, steady journey. David sat easy on Will's navel fat; a rippling mini-bed besides the true one below. Pressing into Will's dark giant, its pulse made him arch chest-to-scalp as a hiccup. Josh drove his knees in the bed, just between the wider gorilla's. Among them all, Jerr sank to sit between a kneel and all-fours; his thin tail whipping just as Josh scooted under it. Monkey's hole opened around the silvery billy... When pressure made its way up into Jerr, he took reigns of the reaction; controlling how it moved him, parlaying it to limpen his quick fall forwards. With his chest to Will's thighs, there was one single place his plunge could end; over Will's glans, down all the slick hard skin. Tasting his own pre, loaned from before; while his jaw opened wider, near as large it could go, by the tip of David's rod. Both ape and aardvark's tools stood together, not a pinhole of space inbetween; Jerr couldn't be happier to know it. He went on to show David his task, and all-but-shocked; aardvark's sigh transformed to a wail, of awe and elation, seeing Jerr dip the rest of the way down and suck hard on two rockets.

No weak point existed; no spot on his lips where air could seep. Tight around both of them, diving hard in his greed, just as he brught them tight on each other. David's tiny veins dug into Will; the ape's wall of rod pushed right back. Jerr's face hit the top of their legs; buffing with pre as they'd started to leak more inside him. Aardvark was mesmerized; just watching the monkey suck them both, rearing back into Josh, while the goat craned his neck to admire the ass he tamed.

David swallowed air, barely able to show how grand Jerr pleased. Below, Josh took up the vocal slack. "Nnnghyeh... Hot 'n' ready oven ferr this meat..." He went slow, but firm; easing through Jerr, though knowing he was the last uke to ever need baby steps. The steady care lent a sweetness to his words; while they waxed spicy in belittling the chimp. "You like that, boy? Yehhh... Fuckin' dick up your rear..."

Jerr drew a nasal breath; it whisked a laugh in whisper, as he parted from the hot, throbbing blow-pops. "Bird in the hole, man... Worth two to the bush." He grinned, and stared on the pair of slippery poles he'd named. To not be constantly down on them was torture; but he resisted for one more tidbit. "... 'Like' won't say shit... It's a staple, man, food water and dudehoods..."

"Yehhh, f'r a whore like you... Take it up, man, this goat-dawg... "

He would allow that Josh go on, while he took his friend and dealer both down together. He emitted no slurping; the suction was pristine, never less than stitch-tight, while it sent the receivers ecstacy. Twirled in with their highs; David's wide, juiced-up stare, red as Will's own orbs looking down to the aardvark. There showed a sliver of teeth, in Will's smirk; panting from deep in his stout, muscled core, while he lifted a hand to David's shoulder. Its warmth, and spontaneity, took that grey spine on a ride of shivers; slightly vocalized, with Will speaking over them. "Bet we're toe-to-toe, down there. Far from blasting? "

The grey male was right on the question's line; not too close, but so greatly stimulated he could just barely tell. His head twitched a bit in shaking; Will gave a nod he couldn't see, smug enough to earn a photo in Webster's definition. "Same here. I can last like hell... And I want to, makes me shoot harder and more."

Jerr pried himself up from them again; just to swivel his chin, tossing out his reaction. "FUUUUUCK yeah..." The tone had arced highest near the middle, when he took the goat's head to its deepest. Josh transformed his rhythm, no more of the slow and steady; bashing under Jerr's tail, its length whipping hard enough to fan his face. Evaporating beads of sweat, while he screwed that monkey... Legs tight between Jerr's and the gorilla's, anchoring speed and power. None were closer to peak than Jerr... The center of attention, working the magic of his maw to give two buds the blow of their life. He knew better than they, that by the time he could finish them, they'd know the press of each other's dicks just as well as his tongue. This kept blood searing through every vein in his uncut dripper... Long after Will's hand slid off from David, and reached down to take chimp by the chin.

It lifted, to just the right speed for Jerr to look up and see David's core; neither fat, thin or beefy, the quintessential average guy's build. To this, his dick gave one more contraction, under pitch of Will's smooth words. "I'll cut a union break, here. Too much we could do, to call a hasty quits."

Jerr's head tilted, to peer around the aardvark's haunch. Josh had barely let up; back to his initial snail's pace. David's smile was stable, coasting on pleasure while he listened to the monkey. "No fuckin' lie... I'm not for lettin' studs like you wrap it up without the best fuckin' cum you can have..." He ended in a moan, just while he dove to lick between their cocks, root-to-helmet. David's chin shot high, howling a moan; Will just shut his eyes, gasped and weathered it.

The monkey would've kept to this - a break enough to qualify, and keep them hotly entangled - if Will had been finished with speech. But those thick black fingers closed tight on Jerr's chin, and told the monkey tactics were in order. "David", the throbbing athlete uttered, "Go ahead and fall to the left. I'll need to stand for something."

The aardvark obliged, with neither words or hesitation; in a way Jerr's talent had him shocked. The monkey leaned up, his back put level against Josh's pecs; edging his cheek on his dom's. "Pull out a sec, give that pipe some air." His cap's brim slid by Josh's neck. "Jerk it on, if you wanna. Just 'til I can take that beast again." Jerr unbent his knees; rising off of Josh, in grunt and groan while the shaft came free. The compiment he'd sent to the billy, made it easy to relent; sitting up on the bed, stroking off while David crossed legs, Indian-style to do likewise. Both found food for thought in watching Will and Jerr stand up; no sooner did four feet hit the floor, than two primates cocks bounced toward each other. Will's hung lowest, the product of clear and dire weight; while Jerr's tongue casually rimmed his lips, the quarterback stepped closer to his wingman. "We can all use a breather, but me first and foremost..." He stood cock-to-stomach with the spidermonkey, gloating for the grin he'd so quickly put on Jerr's face. "... I gotta leak... And I want it attended."

Before the sentence was done, Jerr's mouth widened exponentially. His arms hung limp by his sides; a far cry from the force pumping through his hooded tool. While he stared on Will's... Knowing what the ape had for him, and that he'd have an audience of two to watch his filthiest sport. Or maybe just one; the small, crinkled sneer on Josh's face said that much. But goat looked to aardvark, and in returning the stare David found a smirk above his silver beard. Through nothing more than that, they shared an understanding; to let Josh fall faced away from the primates' side of the bed, and David fall towards. On slight adjustments of position, and relaxed, inebriated sighs, they begat a 69... With goat tasting Jerr's spit, and aardvark tasting the musk of monkey's hole.

Jerr saw from his peripheral; it contributed, but couldn't come close to matching the arousal of Will's need. What he would gladly take, as he fell to orange knees; edged around Will's feet, those gargantuan pads. He took the ape's hand to his scalp; low and behind the blue eyes that did everything short of sparkle. Long, thick gorillahood stood firm, poking under his nose straight and level. He managed to look away for half a second; up to Will's face, beaming like he stared on the Holy Grail. And Will glowed in return; with a smirk, and eyes as narrow as the track of Jerr's mind. "Don't sit and spazz like it's free. Beg."

Monkey toes rustled in the carpet; his chest went thin from sigh. Collecting words couldn't be harder. "Please, man... That fuckin' gold... I need it so bad, jock piss... Down my throat..."

"More. Can't hear you, too busy steeping this brew..."

It took Jerr shutting out his own will, not to dive on Will and suck it right out of him. "Shiiiitmaaan, please... I'll do anything, just fuckin' WIZZ... So goddamn thirsty for it..."

Will rubbed the scalp, scrumptiously condescending. "That's a brobitch. Can't hold it anyway, flowing like the Nile..."

It wasn't needed, Will's hand keeping him there; but Jerr cherished it, and how it showed the 'rilla's equally wanting, while a warm spritz fell to his collarbone.

Jerr expelled a breath to quake his very conscious. The spritz grew faster, and in doing so splashed higher, spraying his neck at its apex; then exploding into shower on his chin. His eyes were open to slits; seeing only Will's helmet as it gushed a steaming stream. For the tiniest moment, his lower lip was target; urging him to fling his jaw wide, and bring the warm bitters inside. Had he looked up - if he'd even been able to - his knees might've buckled right under him, to see Will's smile of giving confidence.

With his maw filling fast, Jerr's ears took a different load, vocal tease by the gorilla. "Ahhhhh, fuckyeah... Down your cakehole, wet those hard-working lips."

"Mmmmnnhh..." Jerr hummed between swallows, making short work of each salty mouthful.

Will bent knees around the monkey's cheeks; barely changing his height, it was more to show the monkey just how great his relief. "Just like that... Guzzle it..." A huge hand rubbed Jerr's scalp in firm arcs. Showing benevolence, so Will's next words would make their best impact. "Taste like man? Taste like this 'baller? "

Jerr's broken hums quavered in hills and valleys; his tail curved hard enough to bend.

Will kept on it, dogging Jerr's crave, yellow flooding from his dick to Jerr's palate. "Yeeeahhh. Hot 'n' strong, like the dick it just left." His stomach's curve changed on every breath; unchanging were the pecs and thick forearms, that filling Jerr's mind of the varsity stud whose acrid piss he chugged. Will's voice set in warm, cloying range; never a moment where he put down his bud's manipulation. "... Shiiit that's nice... Getting empty, so good to blast loads on top of that. You'll swirl it... Churn 'em in your dudefiend guts..."

Jerr's toes were pallid white; blood kept out with how hard they were curling. All that didn't fill them, went to fill his cock, as it dropped wads of pre with every bounce. Will's talent was more than either vocalized; he was no softer in the length that sprayed his bladderful. He knew, and Jerr took advantage, of the bragging rights to be a man wizzing through a full-bore hardon. The monkey stared on its flow, from rod-to-face; and beyond them on a sloshing bed, David drooled for the view; the slobber put straight to Josh's pole, as they took deep on each other. Prying his mouth from billyhood, to catch his breath, and for the focused thought clamoring to spout from him. "Fuuuuckthat'smanly..."

Though he was ogling the primates, and how butch they stayed in pose and bearing, Josh shared his mood for something different; sucking hard on the aardvark, he faced the television; and the porn flick was well on its way to a wrap. Redheaded human uke wailed out, crackling the speakers, while he iced his own twink torso; the swarthy top who took him grunted harder and longer on each breath. In the time it took to whip David's cock three tongue-lashes, he begat his own drooling, with the hairy dom pulling out to shoot on his partner. Josh watched barely to the end of his peak, before it spurred him to suck the aardvark deeper; swilling spit and clear fluid from the short grey prick, barely knowing how close he had David to peak.

But it waited, welled-but-held in while David gawked on their accomplices. Will's stream lasted and lasted - likely from suppression, when Jerr had been doting - and the lean in his stance pegged just how shamelessly its pleasure was milked. Jerr knew this no different; and with every passing second, his jaw edged closer to the long, thick hose. Waiting, biding his time, with Will speaking to tantalize. "Fuckin' manpiss. From the tap, out this monster tool. You love it..." Will's hand closed on Jerr's neck; firm, flat, showing off the strength. The backwards cap went down, while its owner gazed up; if his face defined hunger, and devotion, Will's did the same for confidence. There'd be time for one last phrase before Jerr acted on it; Will needed no more, and the caramel of his words spoke manful heaven. "... Nigh like you love to be a Woof."

Jerr's whine was a sonic mushroom cloud; deep alto burst, sputtering piss on Will's package. Too short to choke him, too long to be missed by any one of his three observers. Served as both reaction and signal, it took up the half-second before Jerr could lunge forward; and with Will's piss just barely running low, he took the pipe it left in his jaw; even harder than he'd sucked the ape bedbound, for pleasure, he ran lips over every smooth inch, in and out from Will's thighs. Rattling the gorilla more than ever, body and mind, to have his nearly-eight blown, and have every last drop of piss sucked like a straw from his instrument.

David watched, trying not to shoot from what he saw. Josh took his growing eagerness, trying not to blow from an inflaming of the aardvark's oral effort. Though seeing different scenery, going down on each other, they wished together for the ape duo's return. It would take a while... With Jerr's body tight as a circus rope, neck twisting to put everything he had in adoring Will's manhood, it was clear Will's statement did its purpose. David hadn't heard the word before, at least in this context; but to see what all he had, knowing what it meant was instinctual. As was the urge to speak of it; something in David that led him to pipe up, staring on Will with a sort of helplessness. "Y-you mean a guy that's all-man... And only wants the same..."

Will couldn't reply, wincing and struggling to stand while Jerr worshipped; but the slow nod was obvious.

Josh knew he couldn't last, with David going back down even harder on his silverstick... His clue to make them stop, was taking his own mouth from the aardvark. Just in time not to see Will's yellow action; it never crossed his mind, while he and David leaned up, sitting to watch the other pair. Will standing, Jerr kneeling, aardvark and goat tugging hardons slow as molasses, waiting to see if they'd be forced to only finish with each other. Inside, they both knew better, but Will confirmed when his eyes lifted open. The mouth that had slacked, wheezing pleasure and relief, became the grin they intimately knew. "I sense impatience."

Jerr's head bobbled, taking plentiful time before it drew back and off his best friend. Even then, he stared on Will's pipe like it was clear, bubbling pool in a desert. "They're blueballed, man... I'm so sprung I can't SEE straight, but I'd be kiddin' myself to say they need it less."

He peered up; Will mugged back, with the look of a man who loved life. "Then let's give what they deserve."

Jerr's grin gleamed; precursor for him taking one last plunge on the gorilla, bending those thick knees even further. With a rearward tilt of Will's head, David and Josh sat entranced; the aardvark leaned over, whispering in coo to the billy. "That's why I'm glad to like guys, right-frickin'-there." The sentiment alone drove Josh to a sigh and one hard tug. David didn't wait, but posed a question that bypassed his mind; sprung straight from longing. "What do YOU love about 'em... Heard from Jerr and me... I wanna know your turn-on..."

They saw the start of approach; Jerr rising to stand, selfish in how long he kept maw on Will's dick. Then the ape took a step; and removing his hand, he moved to hold himself by the base, shaking his length up and down. He didn't look to Jerr with this, but to David; knowing which guest was more a bottom, and seizing the chance to torture this. Josh's face was blank stare, in a rush of carnal wants... And with Jerr's hands hitting the bed, thrusting him up on it between them, the goat drummed up an answer. Feeble, but fact. "... I just like to party..."

Jerr heard and snickered; watching Will's dick swing as he climbed on-bed, and lay down behind them in the center. They would need the stability, distant from edges; Jerr saw how intense their need, and so directed them now by simply moving them. His warm, nude fur brushed them while positioning, high and low on their sweat-wicked cores; a few times bending down to lick them where it counted, and enhance their throbbing. It was done so swift, they were never jarred from mindset; all the way until they locked in their respective places. Jerr's rear towards Will, in half-handstand; David lay between them on all-fours, his face planted in the monkey's smooth ass, and his own grey backside shoved to Will's nose. Josh sat by the gorilla's package, facing up to the action with his heavy sack laid across Will's. He learned what David felt, having his dick up to the ape's... The pulse against each other, the heat and immeasurable energy. Jerr's arms bent out from them; lowering him down, with mouth wide and David's tongue running routes down his crack. Half a breath later, Josh knew the full experience; of having his meat sucked with another's, by the well-travelled monkey, while David rimmed the hole of that cockwhore. And Will, seeing a tight young cave in front of him, did even better to David than he to Jerr.

Josh's hips tensed; something unstoppable with Jerr taking him to the short silver curls, flaying with tongue, holding every inch in wet vacuum. No change from how he pleasured the gorilla, bringing athletic chest to twitch, expand and fall. Ape and goat alike filled the smoky air with panting; it fed Jerr's desire, and had them worked by his throat even faster. With feet and tail in the air, blood rushed to his head... Detoured through his cock, which David clasped in one hand. It stood leaking pre down its owner's neck, a cool sheet for the monkey's cords; until David's grey fingers whipped over the foreskin, and stole a trail to slick down that which oozed it. The feel of it in aardvark's hand, framed the mood for what he faced; a pair of thick, fleshy cheeks, low fuzz and a musky scent as decoration. Nothing of David's inhibition lived on, and feeling heat on his own bare caboose, he flung himself into the crack, tickling Jerr's manhole with tongue.

The heat below was Will... Flicks on D's pucker, then moving to his soft, round sack, where the ape enclosed with care behind his teeth. First a tug, then a surge, ecstasy incarnate for the aardvark. Everything about Will had strength, even how he sucked and nibbled balls; never so hard it was uncomfortable, but David's automatic thrust meant the ape knew how to focus that power. And the jock's expertise, David coupled to his own work on Jerr; injecting what he felt, cycling to please the oral slut while he stroked the hardest four inches worldwide. They lay among the faint reek of piss; Jerr's neck and chest, still drenched and stamping darkness to the linens beneath. If earlier, Josh might've cared; but not when at mercy of that knobgoblin chimp, sucking down pre and wrapping him tight astride a huge, stoned jock.

One minute became five; five slipped to ten, while they lay in carnal congress; groans from Josh and Will, rumbling whines from the subbier duo. A quartet in position of paradox; never wishing it to end, but desperate to earn their release; in Jerr's case, craving ape and goat's even more than his own. His lips were crimson; tongue growing limper, though never to point of sloppiness. A pro to the end, and while he prized every second he could take those stoned dicks down his throat, David's technique went better and better. Loose from smoke, up from powder, warm in waves of amyl; loving on Jerr's dick top to bottom, stroking as it thanked his mitt with pulse through every branching vein.

Whether they'd more want release, or extention, all four knew it was just a matter of time; and with Jerr sliding up the ape stud's pole, he guessed the room's owner was closest. He smiled mentally, more than his mouth could ever show; the dedicated service, Will's sheer size, and all he'd done to warm them up together, meant their guests had no idea the spectacle they'd see. So he removed his mouth; leaning all weight on one arm, so his other hand could slickly work the goat and gorilla. Panting, gasping more than anyone but the big black footballer, Jerr looked up under David; not caring Will's face was obscured, it was enough to see the rise and fall of those abs and hard chest, beyond what stood tall and harder. There would be no better moment; it was Jerr's turn to tease, between breaths. "Will, man... No turnin' back... We're all gonna fire... And you get first dibs..."

The bed sloshed, from gorilla thighs tightening. Jerr's rhythm was perfection, up and down on Josh's six and Will's eight. "How you like that, man... Blazed and popped, two hours on the goddamn edge... Forget a gun, you'll be a fuckin' rifle with cream..." His licking lips was instinctual. "... Yeeeahhh, sweet 'n' heavy. Think I don't want it more than you? " He struggled not to go first, just thinking on the facts. "Get'chou to that godsend peak, so I can feast... Show these dicks what it's about... " A sharp, tenor grunt, with David yanking his length and fucking him with tongue.

Moments on end, Will's body tensed more and more. Josh was slightly further, but on the same keel, and the monkey knew he'd have two gushers in-hand. The way David moaned in his asshole, he couldn't be far behind; same as what he felt, tingling in plump orange nuts. Will's lips released David's sack; replaced by the thick index and middle digits of his left hand, fingering the aardvark. It meant he no longer staked control; a certainty of imminence. But before the payoff, Jerr had one last challenge for his better half. "You're at a choice here... Bust that nut up in me, have 'em miss the fireworks... Or I'll hang back, free the cannon, and you show 'em a Q.B.'s crest." He wheezed a sigh from the pit of his lungs; dramatic, but not the least bit fake.

It wasn't asked for not knowing the answer; but to get the goat and aardvark at attention. Telling what would come; having them observe, as much as they could on so close a bearing. Jerr fell steady to the side; David's hand followed him, his core landing close to Will, and two frank-sized fingers exploring David's hole. Jerr's back warmed the sheets; he looked up to Will's blessing, shiny as pearl, a circumcized spear on crucial mass. He, Josh and David heightened gasps; but Will beat all of them with ear-splitting groans. They gave way to a shout; then with Jerr's strong tugs, begat a scream, blowing clear anti-cloud through the smokefog. Will alone didn't grin or stare... But flinched, winced, gasped through gritted teeth, as the pressure heaped on. With goat and aardvark wide-eyed, foreseeing the wonder, it came to a head in one note. "FFFUUUUUUUUCCKKK!!! "

So loud, the ceiling fan wobbled. Heat burst from his throat, but nothing like what blew from below, six feet high in an instant. Even Jerr dropped jaw; floored by how thick and tall the first of it led. And with Will's feet pounding the bed, in surrender to ecstacy, Jerr moved quick and fluid. Intent was stronger than thought; to get him splayed on Will's paunch, and have his mouth take white bullets. Jerr stroked his man with such agility, through David's eyes the fingers blended together. Nothing subtle in the aardvark's reaction, squeaking a powerless moan. Not only watching spurt after spurt, sent so high and strong he heard them leave Will's dick, and saw them whizz down past his nose; but the ape's fat digits slinked within him, writhing no less than Will's legs, stretching and tickling his inlet. Josh stayed sitting up, his balance all he could consciously do; his lungs folded in croon of a "GUUHHHHHH..."

But the goat wouldn't be next; not with David heavily fingered, watching Jerr catch and swallow the mangusher. Monkey lips were drizzled in hot seed; running rills down the corners, while more took its place from above, and Jerr's hand just pummeling his own hooded staff, slicker than moss in what seemed like a bucket's worth of pre. He couldn't be much behind David; his gluttony, barely missing a drop of his bud's thick volleys, wouldn't contradict. And though Will didn't reprise his first scream's brute force, nothing kept him silent as he fired gob after gob. "OHHHH... FUUUCK... NGGGAAAAHH... SHIIIT, OHGOOODDD..."

Neither he nor Jerr were naive; the compound edging, the perfect mood as by substances, and all the anecdotes between them to crown with mind candy. What resulted, was David and Josh bearing witness to the greatest Will's peak could ever come, sure as he and Jerr had contrived. Through the athlete-body's seize, his tenth shot hit a two-foot apex, his ass tight on the bed; breaking David's in to the opposite with four fat gorilla planks, while hearing the plead in squawling pitch. More than David's head, his heart ached in pangs; sucking dry his strength, as he died to have Jerr do so with something else. The monkey laid steady, moving no more than to capture Will's givings; until the fifteenth round was the first to be just a dribble. It trailed Will's cock by the shape of his urethra, oozing down the line of his scar, while his body lost severity in shaking. He would've calmed to near-still, had Jerr not honed in on that welling, and what still throbbed so hard to empty it. Before David even knew Will had slacked off fingering - before Josh could catch a breath, in his upright core - Jerr sent himself flying to take it.

Will's dick was out of sight; held in lips so tight on his rod, they shaped themselves an hourglass. Though a step away from spent, Will did more than surge in shaking; now with rolls up and down from his waist, like the bed was his rocking chair. Thuds on his pillow, and the sweaty sheets beneath, while he threw swears even quicker and deeper than climax. Jerr's lips were solid purple; so was David's member, and pumping the first throb of his finish. No stopping it now, with Will ratcheting up the anal punishment, brought only from strength of his own sensation. Monkey worshipped ape, swooping on the dick that sustained him, a moan for every swallow; goat stared with a dip of his chin, his gaze held up to miss nothing, from Will's tool to the aardvark's chest. David pushed and pulled smoky air, core level and trembling with his final-stretch thoughts. "OHMAN, OHMAN... GEEEEZUS..."

It flew hard, spreading a swath for how his cock bounced on the pumping. Jerr chuckled, in spite of his work; he felt them hit his hat, held in splats on blue fabric... Aware that it wasn't the first time he'd be licking it clean. But any moan-hums he might've rumbled, would never be heard over Will... Clues in every lungful for the skill and devotion of his monkey. "FUUUCKYEAH... FUUUCKMAAN... OH-GAH-DAMN... TAKEITAAALLL..."

David's strength, and size, held no candle to Will's... But the torrent he'd amassed was close. Will's voice cracked, losing punch; There was little more for Jerr to nab and down. Without pause, no want to hesitate, Jerr's head sprung up from the gorilla; just to catch David's length between his lips, and show their 'connection' exactly what he'd just done for Will. The grey male received, as anyone less-practiced than Will with the monkey; bloodshot eyes streaming wide, flinging every shout like it was a climax all its own. Jerr was matted chin-to-chest, a light cream-yellow for the soaking... Smelling of cum and piss, while the room was pungeant with weed and lingered dinge of footballer's gear. David's hole all-but cut off bloodflow to Will's fingers; they worked their way through him, as he worked loads out to Jerr's digestion. Josh, stiff-as-vodka and resplendent at Will's thighs, thought on every tease of senses. Having seen a jock give loads with porn-king virility; hearing David overwrought in pleasure, and the lithe, suave monkey who took both to crescendo. The heat of Will's beefy thighs; and air so full with everything manly, he could almost taste as well as smell it. It became a shock, to know how long he lasted; thrusting through his hand, as David's hips swung around Jerr's maw. And like Josh had dwelled on everything, Jerr's mind rushed identically on the banquet of male. But being actively entangled, with a mind so singly tuned for men, and so much now swimming in his gut, meant he was next to unload.

Monkey's thick, soft ass jutted high; his tail went wild, flailing so far left and right it lashed the side of Will's rear. A squirm from the ape, and a grunt, while Jerr took David for all the cream he'd give. With the aardvark's breath calming, and Jerr's stomach filled fast, a twitch hit his chest fur, working back from David's length with miniscule plunges; down an inch, back two, releasing it like a hard kiss. Then a rearward flex of Jerr's neck; his legs and tail thrashing, while one hand stuck tight on his dick. Josh stared, with a sack so full it ached; Jerr's head whipped forward, and jaw hinged wide as ever, starting to unload his own. He had crucial aim; the first long, thin rope made landing on the cleft of his tongue, and three thereafter hit near it in a ring of hot wads. They were gulped down as one; just in time for his wails to become the hot phrasing he leered like second nature. "FUUUCKman... Fuckin'jizz... Ohgodi'mafirehose..." Each came inbetween a hybrid moan and laugh... Not amused, but brimming joy for taking them all to the release he loved causing.

Except one. While Jerr's balls drew in - emptying their last to his navel, made into a reservoir - He looked through the top of his eyes. Below his hat's blue cup, and the rust-brown bangs they restrained, Josh struck his attention. Sitting tall, gut tight, chin lowered a smidgen; in Jerr's mind, like a Greek god who worked to spill his divinity. For this, Jerr briefly mirrored Josh's pivots, fucking his monkey palm just to know the feel. And like the billy, his torso slimmed, pouch bounced, gasping "OOOH"s in series; knowing he'd just found a new way to self-occupy, the few times he'd ever be solitary. But unlike Josh, the last of his cream flowed down his fingers; licked up, while he saw an even heavier glaze of clear on Josh's knuckles; so thick, it seemed to laminate the short silver fuzz. David fell to the bed's empty side, leaving Jerr between he and Will; jock and dork slowed their breath, coasting to afterglow. Jerr hit his last climactic thrust; so with their hick guest the action's manly bookend, he craned neck and closed the show with his finest taunting yet. "You're gonna shoot like hell, G... I fuckin' see in your body, that cock's on the wire..." He watched Josh shut eyes, in tiny gasps; he pushed up from one hand and stalked his new prey, never unsteadying his pitch. "Yeeeahhh, dude... Toss the fuck off... That hand's your bottom bitch, doin' just what you want..."

Josh tried not to chuckle; he failed, but shoved through his palm even harder. "Y'... Y'know I'm thinkin' o' someone... Who'd take its job and run..."

Jerr's smile parted from gasps; not for his effort, but the punch of knowing goat's impulse. His eyes stuck on the stud, his tool and weeping pre. "Makes two of us, man..." His tongue bathed his lips.

Josh's chest drew in, flexing tight muscle. "I'm... OhshitI'msoclose..."

Jerr saw his chance; and wheezing raw hunger, he made appeal's ultimatum. "Close only helps one thing... And this ain't horseshoes..."

Josh had never peeked out; the most he saw was a fleeting shadow, Jerr's tail going high. Then he took the feeling, on his diamond-hard dickhead; the same spot on Jerr's tongue where he'd sent his own load, sliding up the slithole. Only one thing could follow; the bright, drawling scream, divorced of all control. "OHHHGAWWDD!!!..."

It hit him too hard to let his hand stay on; and with it falling back, Jerr took fully over, licking so hard he pushed the stone-goathood skyward. Josh leaned back, shrieked deep and just took it; spraying loads up Jerr's gums, handsfree and licked from lowhangers to corona. And kneeled before the goat, Jerr put his clean hand to use; pushing middle and pointer digits into Josh's taint, massaging a push for every shot he took in. He couldn't count how many men had lost it for this, body in jerks and shivers just as Josh now discovered; just as he'd lost count of the times his stomach felt as heavy and full with manjuice, curving out as if a paunch all his own.

Josh outspewed them all; more than a minute, still sending loads past Jerr's teeth, while the monkey toyed with prostate's firm bulge. Will and David lay lax, spent and damp with sweat; Jerr shamed them with vitality, just as 'up' and energized as ever, his electric-blues open to Josh's lean muscle, still in tantric flex. As he dipped to Josh's sack, lapping each sphere's curve, the loads were a dribble; coating Josh for the bit of a second before Jerr could clean it. More lengthy time, with Josh's dick and Jerr's maw in tug-of-war; one drooled a waterfall of white, the other dragged his tongue up to cop it. Josh's groans were too much for his own voice; going hoarse under Jerr's chuckling greed, Will's knowing snicker. When Jerr took the very last drop - and stuck longer on that country rod to know beyond doubt that he'd done so - Josh all-but-collapsed. His head hit between Will's feet, ruffling sheets, and retired to the same lazy warmth that took three men before him.

Jerr could've stayed on it, milking his chance with the goat, maybe going for seconds; but the weight in his stomach begged elsewise. Slow, but untensed, he lay back on Will's chest; his hat slipped off by its brim, and exposed gorilla pecs to the same strength of heat they'd been giving. For the first time all day - and surely the first since taking their guests - the only permeating sound was the breath of four prime, reclined bodies.

Just as Will was first to go, he was first to start laughing; began as just a sniff, then a rumbling, and to the strike of a chuckle. It bounced Jerr on top of him; only as the monkey did likewise, whispering a snigger, sliding to a laugh. David glanced up; smiling, but unable for more, with every act of the day closed in on him. Josh took up his slack; and with smoke above their heads in dissipation, three different guffaws made a chorus. Naught had taken longer than the lifespan of high; their varied trips, mingled in with postpeaks, each's fur standing tall with goosebumps. Then Jerr set to work; this time on himself, and his more-used hand, dripping spunk. His laughs abruptly ended; each finger came to his lips, wherein slurping and smacking took over.

Of the four, Will looked most contended; amid last throbs of his own monster semi, every drop of his cum stewing in Jerr. Though he smiled for this, he kept to laughing for a thought more balmy. "Damn, do you have a workload ahead of you."

Jerr only hummed positively; cleaning hand so quick and thorough, then running fingers through his own chest, coming out with more to lick off. His latest clientele lay to every side; reclined, giddy and just-plain-possessed by satisfaction. Josh grunted, straining to raise his head and see the monkey woof, glazed from scalp down the pit of his chest, fur a field of tangles in thick whipped white. Deservedly, his laughter kicked up a notch, and lingered; at last making words, as David leaned himself up. "M-man, *snort*... You look like someone had a pie fight with the floor of a barbershop."

This sufficed, to have Jerr stop and laugh for the idea. "Ain't that a bitch... Well if it means I'm on the level, gave my dudes that li'l remedy, it's cool." He cut Josh the eye; at first to send Josh a good-natured jab, before he brought up a finger to suck on, and have Josh in wanton smile. Once clean, he removed it and continued, staring on the goat's nude everything. "God... Nothin's more than the taste... Except just doin' it, period." He leaned back, to swing his neck up to Will; David's heat encroached by his head, a softening grey dick in half his vision field. "How to make the weekend right... Blaze, chill, fuck around with ya boys." He couldn't help leaning in; with his nose up to Will's apehood, he gave a butch, licking nuzzle. "My great-ape, here... If there's a book on how to have my fuckin' mind, but be large and in charge... He's the printmaster."

Will's look, as it went to Jerr, said more of admiration than could be in a library, coated in pride and pleasure's loiter. "No need to stroke my ego. You were in with that two hours."

David chuckled next; though it was broken, oddly warbled, as coke still acted on him. "Yeah, we saw the explosion, must be one HELL of an ego."

Will lowered eyelids; smiling wider, moving his hand down to cup himself. Showing off how it filled even his-size-palm, even limp. "You say like you didn't see."

More laughter from the aardvark; now upright, his alertness came across more readily. "I can't know as much as Jerr, but what I do, I like." Josh looked to the TV, bemused by slight awkwardness; what he saw was the DVD menu screen, and David went right on unaware. "I mean I'm just... Why can't there be guys more like you? Or at least more of the ones I've met, 'til now-"

Jerr held up his hand; giving David a pause, and both a stifled laugh for its sogginess. "D, man, that snow's wound you high. Try an' loosen it."

David hesitated, sat lower and clasped hands together, self-conscious but defending. "I am loose."

"HAH," the monkey shot back, "Made'jou say it."

Will howled a vocal rimshot; David put a chuckle through his nose, and Jerr just sat with his shit-eating grin. Josh heard all, and knowing David's 'hiccup' was curbed, he saw the window to say what he'd begun thinking. "Well fuck... It ain't all that late, and I'm still half-stoned. You guys want us outta here?"

Jerr climbed down the sheets, a bit clumsy for still cleaning himself. "Easy answer: do you feel like a hooker at a Motel 6?"

Josh barely got the joke in time; and while moving to a straighter, comfier position, its meaning shortly after. "Got some ideas? Or what's there to do up here?"

"Shit, not much you can't think of." He nodded past the billy, to a thin door by the corner. "There's a PS2 in the closet. Up for some T.H. Underground?"

The twinkle in goat's eyes was a yes. Will and David hardly looked to object, and the ape rolled over to leave the bed. His feet hit the ground, standing slow, after all he'd done to be expended. He faced the ashtray, and took the blunt's stubby roach in two fingers. "You set it up... I'll fetch the hemo's." He mugged for David. "This sunuvabitch's gettin' killed down to the last midget puff."

David, though still himself and tweeked, had cause to be tranquil. "Heheh... I take that it went over well."

Jerr broke in, holding out a fist. "Phat shit, man. Wouldn't mind chasin' the source, y' feel me."

David dapped him back, looking his coolest of the day. "Heh, there is more where it came from. This mandrill guy... He's kinda getting on in age, but I know he keeps up with the market." He raised a sly eyebrow. "When the good stuff hits town."

"I know him," Will supplied, warmly. "When next you meet, tell him we had a blast with our last score." Though addressing David, he sent Jerr a subtle look, and ever-so-slightly emphasized the end.

Jerr, nearly clean, hopped off the bed, and made tracks for the closet. A spring in his step, and devilish grin that wouldn't die. "Just think..." He called back to his gorilla from the door, "Months from now, we'll be on stage, sending out the class of '12 with a bang."

"I know," Will returned, fumbling through the drawer for his hemostats. "And even then, It won't feel so real."

David looked on quizzically. "You mean graduation? They have you two doing something special for it?"

"Just me. It's tradition." Will produced what he'd searched for, while Jerr combed through a stack of games and platform cases. "Valedictorian does his speech, the whole place hinges on their words. Just glad I'm not the yellowtailed sort."

David's jaw hit the floor. "You're V-..." The surprise didn't last, while he thought on what it meant. "Of course you are. Every male on the faculty musta wrote you in all year."

Will gazed back; curling in his lips, with disapproval. "Tsk, tsk. Half of that closet's games; the other half is books. And if I wasn't highest GPA for three years..." He looked to Jerr with pride. "... They made it clear who's next in line."

Josh 'hyucked' a few deep giggles. "Shoulda known. You especially, but Jerr's got a mind on him too. Hard to think of him studying, though."

Jerr raspberried the air, picking up a closed-and-full Sony satchel. "Pssshh... HE'S the bookworm. I just fucked my way to the top."

David laughed, caught himself, and mused. "Wait, but Will said-"

He realized facts, and shared a snicker with Josh. While Jerr carried the unit, and a game case, to the TV cabinet, Will shut his grippers by the mouth of the roach. He and two others warmed the bed; knowing when Jerr finished setup, they'd be on the next leg of a perfect Sunday.

Half a mile up the road, Windsor's arms ached; and smelled of vegetables, spilled black polish and just a dash of embarrassment.

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