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I was just kinda lounging on his couch and letting it hang free, lol, watching the TV a bit and just chilling. Gerald paced around the room, chatting into his phone.

"Yeah...yeah...yeah oh stop it, dude...hahah...yeah....yeah, sure...yeah...well, yeah, you know...yes...yeah...no....what? No...nothing like that."

I swapped channels, but that didn't make the home shopping network any more interesting than before. I could hear Gerald's tail wagging against his shorts-covered butt as he kept on walking around busily.

"Yeah, sure...yeah...oh...well...well, yeah, I can ask...sure..."

Snap. That was the sound of the phone being pressed against his hip.

"Hey, Jimmy?" he said in a bit of a camp sing-song voice, like he sometimes did when he was being a stupid fuck.

"Yeah?" I grumbled from the couch.

"Can my buddy Dylan come over? He's bored and wants to hang out. You mind if he comes over?"

I shrugged, yawned, and scratched under my chin.

"Sure," I said. Not that much going on now. Just hanging out. We fucked. We ate a pizza. Just a little guy's night in. Maybe considering some more sex before bed. It's how my stays with the Rottweiler usually turned out. Hot and heavy and physical. Not that much talking. I wasn't really looking for that at the moment, either. Just something to pass the time. Might as well have fun doing it.

"Yeah, he says yes!" the Rottweiler yelped into the phone. "Sure...sure...oh sure, oh yeah, lol, yeah, sure...come on right over...yeah...sure, see you in a bit then! Byyeeee!"

The Rottweiler landed onto the couch with a bounce and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"He'll be here in half an hour or so," the Rottweiler wagged his tail. "It's gonna be nice introducing you to Dylan. He's a really cool guy. Really friendly and...heh...you'll see..."

I smiled.

"Alright," I said.

It took maybe 45 minutes rather than half an hour, though who cared, before the doorbell rang, and the Rottweiler bounced to open.

"I'll get it!"

Bah.

"HIIII!"

"Hey there."

I glanced over towards the door and saw a towering form there, slightly obscured from the view yet. After getting up from the couch and wandering over towards Gerald and the fur he was hugging and back-patting, I found out that he was a stallion, a young guy, maybe Gerald's age or so, wearing a brown leather jacket that clashed with his own brown tone.

"This is Jimmy," Gerald said as he pointed at me, "Jimmy, Dylan."

"Wassup," I grumbled, tough guy and all.

"Hello," the horse said. "Nice to meet you finally."

We didn't shake paws or anything, he just wandered in and we sat on the couch for a bit, chatting this and that about stuff. Gerald tried to offer him a piece of leftover salami pizza, but the stallion turned it down politely.

"I'm pretty thirsty, though," he said.

Gerald hopped to his footpaws.

"Come on, I'll fix you some Kool-Aid," the Rottweiler's tail wagged a bit.

I watched with mild surprise as the buff muscle guy followed the dog to the kitchen side of things, to take out a pitcher, to put in some cherry-flavored powder inform a big tub, add some sugar and then water, to make the frothy drink. Soon a cold glass was pushed onto my paw, too, with Gerald holding his high in a toast.

"For PARTAY!" the Rottweiler announced.

"WOOT!" the stallion dude replied, his own glass toasting as well.

"Cheers," I mumbled before we all took deep sips of the tangy stuff.

Gerald put some music on. It was some kind of club stuff, not quite trance, pretty trippy nonetheless. I finished my drink while we chatted a bit still on the couch. I was starting to feel a bit hot. I was only wearing a T-shirt, and the weather wasn't terribly warm, but I guess the addition of the big broody stallion made the room just that more crowded, and hence, heated.

"So what do you do for a living exactly?" I found myself asking from the horse while Gerald was in the bathroom.

"Well I kinda do this and that," the horse said, "making things go."

"Do you work in telecoms like Gerald?" I questioned.

The toilet flushed, the pipes too loud, in need of adjustment, maybe of replacement, I could hear even from afar.

"Naaah," the stallion leaned back on the couch, one hand resting against his crotch as he gave himself a scratch. He wasn't bad-looking. Fit...nice arms...shoulders...not massive like some of my former co-stars.

I was starting to sweat.

"Damn that stuff makes me piss like a horse...no offense!" Gerald announced as he returned from the bathroom and bounced onto the couch so that he landed between us, and soon had his arms around me. My further attempts at small talk were thwarted by the booming music and Gerald nibbling on my neck. His quick, nimble paw rubbed my definitely swollen crotch.

We began to make out, and only then, when I put my arms around him, I realized that his other paw, the one that wasn't feeling me up, was rubbing Dylan's junk instead, through those by now severely bulging leather pants.

"Fuck..."I mumbled.

"Oh baby..." the Rottweiler grumbled, shoving his cheery-colored and cheery-flavored tongue into my muzzle.

Pretty soon I realized that there were more than just one paw on me...hands, now, with those calloused tips only equines possessed...feeling up my still quite nice chest...my buff abs...pecs....and damn, wasn't this heat just another good excuse to take off my shirt? I was soon bare on my torso, and there were more paws than I cared to count...and Gerald's muzzle, his tongue lapping against a nipple.

"Dude that's hot," Dylan commented.

I was getting seriously hot and bothered, throbbing, and a quick cop of a feel on the Rottweiler's crotch told me that he felt the same. The hot, pulsing meat beckoned for my grip, to slip my paw into his pants. Gerald wagged his tail.

"Getting a bit crowded here," Dylan mumbled into my ear, "let's go somewhere with more room to spread out."

I felt almost giddy as I got onto my footpaws, heavy, almost stumbling, with a Rottweiler plastered against my side, as well as a big stallion's arms around me. Bedroom. The springs creaked harder than ever when we collapsed down onto it. Someone giggled, and it could've been me.

"You're in for a treat Jimmy," Gerald moaned into my ear as we rolled on the bed, just about enough room for three without anyone in a constant danger of falling out, "Dylan's vers...really vers..."

I felt hot, flushed, and my boner throbbed almost painfully. I wanted to get it out. I pawed on the front of my shorts, trying to grab myself, to give myself at least some relief, while Gerald pressed firmly against my flank.

"You're so hot," the stallion nickered into my ear again before he gave it a nip.

I felt so hot. I only wanted to fuck...hard...get fucked...whatever...mostly to fuck, though.

I growled almost ferally as I pushed Gerald away and pounced the stallion, his leathers creaking as I landed on him and began to kiss him hard, my tongue churning inside his long equine muzzle. His hands gripped onto my rump and massaged it firmly.

"Damn, maan..."

Clothes disappeared and soon it was just three bodies gyrating together, cocks leaking cum, balls aching...paws trying to grip anything that felt nice, any corner of a body that felt nice, hot, warm, powerful, whatever.

The stallion's cock was delicious. It made my muzzle bulge when I tried to blow him, but it tasted great, and felt good on my tongue. He just laid there and let me have him while I played with his balls. I felt a tickle under my own tail and lifted it out of the way, only to feel Gerald's tongue slip between my ass cheeks.

"Fuck..." I cussed.

"Sandwich, maaaan," Dylan grinned up to me, seemingly content with the treatment.

"I'm gonna ride you hard, pony boy," I slurred my best porn star response, and sunk half of his ten inches into my muzzle again.

I ended up into a sandwich. The stallion was on all fours, me grabbing his ass and his tail, listening to him almost braying as I pounded that tight, firm, muscled ass with all I got. It was a bit difficult to keep it going with Gerald's weight pressing down to me, his knees hugging me while he drilled his own dick into my asshole. I'd cummed twice into the stallion before Gerald finally pushed his knot into my steamy hot ass and tied us together. I spewed another load into the horse, feeling that bulb of flesh fill my ass to the brim, and I lifted my head and roaded, feeling so damn full.

Not as full as I was when the stallion eventually fucked me, after we all had another pitcher of Kool-Aid, to replace the fluids we lost fucking and cumming and sweating so hard.

I woke up, feeling restless, with a parched muzzle, and with a leather jacket under my head.