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Ten To One by Eightane for Semille ~^+^

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They scurried like organized rats. Tall rats. Uniformed, dashing and spinning on the emerald green turf.

"Refused! " The tone boomed, its giver ducking a teammate's clothesline, weaving under arm after bulky arm. On the field, below empty bleachers, he was large and in charge. Four of the nine around in practice shared more than just this season with him, and they'd still sputter when he moved that solid core so fluidly, hand across the ball. In actual games, it blessed them; no other quarterback could flat-out control the field like his gorilla self. But out of play, warming up, they could wish some cruel shit on Will's six-foot-two hard ass.

Roslin's arm had been the one to try and clothesline him; that Komodo dragon turned, huffed December air and chased down his 'foe'. Will made short work of dodging the other jocks... It was easy as pie to get that reptile on the run, in vain. Will shot past Thaddeus, the beefy pipistrelle; he was in the open, and those legs were unstoppable. Roslin's cannon-gams couldn't catch up to his ankles, their ultrathickness sprinting full-bore. At the thirty, the forty, and 2x10 yards from the end, his mouth went a-flappin'. "Eat a peach, scales! " If they'd only see his grin, the open teeth. "Sweet dreams to your smoke money! "

Half the team threw a laugh; Roslin's run degraded to long stomps, as furied as the cold day was short. His breath steamed, nearly a meter for anger. Will crossed the endzone while his green arm swung at air. The ape meant biz; he'd be shelling out their fifty-buck bet.

He stared up at clouds to cool off; Will was just charging up, and his brawn contorted in some too-tall dance steps. A moonwalk ruined streaks on the painted goalgrounds. He rewrote some Billie Jean lyrics. "Roslin's-cash... Is-in-my-cohhh-ffers... He's just a scrub, who's out hiiiis DAMN ci-ga-rettes..." About three octaves below the late singer, but as overblown to boot.

Roslin came up shaking his smirk'ed head, reaching in his skinhugging pants. "Yeah, we'd only cop you if you got the 'Tanya Harding'." Two crumpled 20's and a 10 went from the pissed Komodo to the clowning silverback; Will'd frozen in place with his hand out, where the bills fell to that frisbee of a palm. Roslin elaborated. "Want a pipe to the ankle?"

Will didn't miss a beat. "I don't know, want a pipe up your outlet?" He stood straight, turned to Roslin and slapped a low green cheek. "It'll happen."

Soon enough, the other seven were in-range, either quipping to each other or as disbelieving Will as his reptile lender. Mayers stood the stockiest, boar that he was; he knew how close he'd come to getting it done, and grunted every word. "Quarter-second slower and I'd have you. The ball, and your grey crack on the grass wondering what hit you."

Two of the ape's fingers plucked his chin; his head cocked, and he patronized. "Curious, I can't see what you didn't do like a memory. How about that."

Thaddeus walked up; a bat's hand socked Will's monster forearm. "Fuckin' dick, man, we should bury you." His googly eyes went to slam the ape's appearance. "Grow daisies out that ramp of a chin."

A moose liked the sound of that; three heads over, he jumped a bit to have his voice pass some taller allies. "Yeah, up at Wrigley Field. He and Jimmy Hoffa can talk underground."

He was scalprubbed by some purple fingers, spared their claws. A rather spiky rodent with silky hair postured: Eighty stood unimpressed. "Shaddup, beardy." The nido throated bass; his young face swiveled.

All this robbed Will of nothing; he rubbed a hand in his pit just to feel his own sweat. The other crinkled his payout like a douche. "Hey, let's savour the best part: dragon-boy can't burn his lungs with these. Unless I hook him up that wacky-to-backy."

Roslin, half-serious, nosed the quarterback's stubble. "You need that, how I'mma turn you over. Watch it in the showers."

Will's eyes went narrow; by his pants' front, some rustle in the bulge, looking like a trapped cat. Another male broke his reverie; the lanky lemur kicker crept up on Roslin, slapped hands astride his tail. Ajibwe pantomimed an assdicking. His light voice played it well, as well. "Ohhhhboy, that's a PRIME primate..." The guys guffawed, he continued, tongue out. "Tell me I'm good, Will, prove it here, not outside-"

Roslin set a reflex turn, shove and snarl. Will smacked the fire out his rear, by the center... Closer to it than a straight ape ever might.

This all put a smile on the sidelined face, like so many days. Levi bent over the table, handling Solo cups, ice-filled. The time was due; Gatorade poured in them, all the same blue hue. If his harp-seal cheeks weren't in snowy fur, the red under them would peek out. Not always there to be hidden... Only when the guys, dirty, brash, more than lightly moist, would be capping off their antics. Looked like the day's rowdiness was over. They shuffled down the green, some trotting, some mugging or half-dancing, grins and wordjabs. It was the boar who made it first to the refreshments; Mayers scratched at his fuzzy gut, lobbed Levi a lazy nod and wrapped his knuckles on a plastic cup.

He walked on, slamming it in one gulp. Harp-seal put a hand over mouth to hide laughter, while the remaining team marched upon him. Down the line, they stole identical cups, chosen as randomly as with their topics. Thaddeus was next; his bicep outlined on pickup as he quipped back to the moose. "Think we're in for a year? The Raptors aren't fuckin' around." Odd basketball talk in a football landscape; he shared fandom with the antlered one.

The reply came with its own cup-grab. "If you think they go the distance. My breath ain't held." Lifting to sip showed off the taper of his toplimb.

The bat clearly disagreed; to support this went wordplay and a slam of his name. "Biggles please."

"Fuck YOOO-" Moose crowed it through O-shaped lips. Their drinks sloshed... Levi saw the quake of some wide back curves, and heart fluttered.

Nothing calmed his pulse when the panther strolled next. Tail always up like a periscope behind him, and he looked less at the waterboy than the two chaps before him. So cool he picked up the quencher, gulped, and took in some kinda view. It was low... About the same height as where Levi'd viewed. The seal realized what he saw, and scrutinized... His pants, already tight for billows in the back, grew marginally tighter. Then worse still, as the panther hand-crunched the cup, leaned a hair across the table, and flashed the quickest wink. Just like that his dark fur wobbled back to his feet, drunk by exhaustion, and followed their heading. The locker room would see them in...

... A dingo would take his turn, some paces behind. He trailed the big cat, wobbly on his foot. A roadblock set up when he bent down to an untied sneaker; his giant arms fixed it, and his hind-to-spine faced the five left. They went especially brutal with the catcalls, Roslin first. "Woooo, VBL man! Face it here, daddy's parched! "

Levi raised an eyebrow; it flattered him when the mule close-in took notice, explaining. Mane swished as he head-cocked. "Visible balls line! Drawers-nuggets, the wonders down under!"

Dingo, known as 'Rush', fixed laces and nearly took his name to action. He swung up to the mule, bumped chests, all-smiles. "Keep it up and I frisk yours. In class." They shared an English minor; and with Levi, Will and three palookas to witness, the Aussie dog just jammed his hand on donkey's crotchbasket.

The equine jumped back, arms-up, surrendering. Seal kid's front was by no means the only one warm.

Will's mitt slapped to catch the mule's shoulder. "Discretion, beta's. Wouldn't want our sundries kid to burst over there."

The way he pointed, a spotlit Levi went so red it pinked his cheekfur. The eighteen-year seal actually turned away, bashful as they please. And please it did; their tendencies took to pouncing on weakness, and by displaying it the seal made his thick-bootied self a target. Eighty wound past his partners, centered on a cup, then an up-and-down scan of the roundish twink. He jerked his head once high, the ears flapped but goatee lay static. "He would anyway. Prob'ly creamed his CK's the first time Rush sacked you." Teasing Levi, but jabbing at the command-ape. Will locked middle fingers like a cross to repel.

Ajibwe stood on tiptoes, looking over the broadness of Will's shoulder. "If he did, it moved to the back. Don't look, it's impolite." The jokester elbowed Will's lat; muscle that solid didn't pain him in the least.

Levi's face skewed through steps: a tender laugh at the lemur, then some flash of thought, awareness of his own badonk packed in back pockets. He defended his honour; the words lightly squeaked. "How old are you, c'mon."

Will even stole the skinny lemur's thunder, naturally. "Same as me, just a matchstick to my redwood."

Ajibwe spun to his front, walked a sidesteppin' Groucho-march. His left hand 'reeled out' the bird of his right.

Eighty thundered off, eyes still to the table and its handler. The attention, the pull of he and nine others, had Levi's walls rubbled. His shy alto piped up for Will. "Where's your little friend? The monkey butt." Fuzzy chin dropped.

Gorilla's arms crossed; Levi almost blocked out the answer, seeing lines in his tri's. "Off to compete. A hotdog-eating contest."

No one would ever be surprised. Ajibwe had a good snicker when Levi did, since the harp seal's breath nose-whistled. The lemur's tan fur spun; he cartwheeled to the table, grabbed his share and peeked under the wood top. "Thigh gap alarm! " He beeped; somewhat accordingly he headed for the showers in reverse.

So he saw also the mule, whose turn he leapfrogged, sneer. One hellacious build, with a paltry name... Leslie, in his bomb shelter of grey beef, clutched his cup so hard Levi toebounced. It went over his mouth, went empty, he tossed it aside. Levi's teeth cutely framed his pixie-mouth; the mule's saunter put a certain bulge in-sight-and-out, from the back, under some rock-hard hind.

The only other player to equal him, or that, caught a spellbound seal off guard. He leapt out of his skin when gorilla's hand cupped a large swath of shoulder blade. Through the black of his stare, Will's 5 o' clock shade loomed wide. "How's your other sport pursuits?"

It was such nerve, and interpretable; Levi sputtered, a tremble all down his roly-poly ends. No hint of how to take this, until the quarterback spelled it out for him. "Jerr'd have gymnastics with you if they didn't catch him on the badger's bar. Auditions let me hear of you." Shameless, his lean over the table, his hand's bringing Levi in, conspiring to judge a loose back. "Not really fish stories."

"...I..." His soft coat was white-on-red. Eyes couldn't bear to look at the tall drink of 'rilla, least of all the pecs at his head's height. He still knew, darting glances to the spills on table's top, that turf star checked him out from cheeks up to his wee half-moon ears. "... He's nice to do that..." All he could think; visions of the uniforms filled him, all nine other bodies filling them plus the one whose present touch and voice tortured his head and the not-so-low bump at his fly. Will's broad chest beat in time with the madness under Levi's front trail, a branch grown out from wisped fuzz like a gun that could fire any time that hella-strong simian took it further.

You could argue there was mercy that his mitt left seal's body, a bit of pressure off. But in Will's shade, Levi looked where the sun would be, and saw instead a backward tilt. Will's chinsculpt, his open lips, the warm green gaze all had plans. "You're right, my woofbro'd put his tail here with us. Cap in that locker room..." No other male could beckon by a finger and give it such command. There to help were the contours; Will's black jersey embraced him, fit so that even nips were plain as the double-zero lettering, and how they stood erect. Levi's noggin fell totally in, traced a stud's calling through the air. Will even more-sealed his fate. "... Seeing how we celebrate. Mayers' ball games, the pucker tricks of Roslin's... Rush's grope was a handshake next to bare truth." He could've ran off and Levi would jog after, limbs and pants heavy. But he chose better; waterboy was close enough to pick up, and there came an arm around him, pure strength tight past all escape. Sealnapped, and that tender fuzzy bum was easy as pigskin for an ape's carry. Footpaws fluttered; a few 'URF's from Levi, a little scared, a lot more bent on Will's every act. "Hope you don't have appointments tonight. 'Til dawn."

~~ Musk and jocks applied to hefty bits hung in the locker room air. In their own hang, three were starkers, Rush, Biggles and Thaddeus never waiting to yank off those athletic cups and free their selves. The last of those elbowed a partner... Leslie's arm didn't give a hair, bicep rightly-tough. "Who you think Verne's on right now," the bat glee'd, black bush from his navel to a narrow six-inch softie.

Mule, pinning fingers in his jockstrap, started pulldown. "Maybe nobody. I can name ten reasons to see Philly, that's none of 'em." His slight okie accent, lax for a low interest. Investment was more in looking down; always nice to see what happened when the garment left guard, and his tremendous soft-eight said hi. Granddad was a donkey, and everyone down to the lemur looked full-on. Their peripheral had spurned them, keen for when he even moved like he might bring it out.

The pipistrelle barely knew his own words, tube-tongue flicking drool. "Not saying you're wrong. But who's the buffalo who jumps on it?" He ran a hand on his package, to signify, and to substitute for the one he wanted hands on. Mule saw, and stood with a knee out, as it'd always swing low once shifted.

Rush's dingo bum was in the showers; greedy for hot 'n' damp, and Ajibwe rummaged through his street clothes while eyes hit that sweet meaty ass. And not his own clothes, either... Rush stood scraping his bun 'n' crack with an exfoliant claw, unwise that the lankiest player looked for his well-worn jersey, and the bends where dog pits lived. It wouldn't shock him; he'd glazed back enough times and seen the lemur poke a tongue out for his round peach. More than once, that tongue did more than wish, and he let it. Steam poured on his chest fur, and he joined the nonsense. "He jumped quick on that train, no bull. Had enough of us?" He finished it cheekily; sensing he was watched, he reached back and spanked one side one time. Lemur-boy's arms lay straight on the benches; he pushed up on them, energized, his tongue flapping like a mule's tool some yards away.

Mayers broke the topic, just now out of his jersey, and some healthy fat jiggled when his chest returned to place. "You guys rent Killer 7 yet?" Two of them had sworn to, neither said the impact. He looked smarmily to Roslin; the lizard just shook his head soundless, tail whipping as he brought down the jockstrap. Too much force, and its high strap snapped on takeoff. He froze, took narrow eyes to the side, and four guys laughed hard. His grunt expelled. "If I do that again, Mick'll tie me to the goalpost."

"That was *snort* last time you did!" Boar reminded him, hands slapping thick knees. "Pray he won't find out-" He dissolved to snickers, finger-on-lipline.

Roslin stood up for himself, teeth out jeering. "He won't. None of you douche's visit, why should he know." He was honest; since Will put his curious hole in the hospital, none of them could swallow pride and see their tutor laid up. The fatassed leopard's pride, as equipment guy, was equal; by lying to the school, the faculty about cause for being 'out', the ape was named an ample substitute. Took them far on the field, he could hold a double role. Fun fact, it would be the only place he played both sides.

Rush had brought soap to his shoulders. Suds raced down them, his lats. Bubbles dammed up his crack. Ajibwe did push-ups hard on metal seats, his eight-and-then-some pointing straight for under Aussie tail. His chest barely held air, heaving hot laughs. Roslin turned to his locker, throwing broke fabric in a pile. Tail up, the pink crater had as many views as mule's dangle. Mayers nearly snapped his by expansion. His tusks upcurved, and were motion like the moist lips. "Well damn, Mick's in traction, Verne's in the City of Brotherly Love. Can't even get our team filled out."

"Correction! " Will's shadow, and blare, announced him. Into the tiled room, black fur into its blue-white checker. Under his pit, slung and half-struggling, the doe-eyed reason they dropped all their present actions. Booming more, he squeezed seal one good time on the cream-fuzzed belly; it squeaked like a chew toy, and he one-side grinned. "Our eleventh. Full roster tonight, he won't play though. We'll be playing him." He brought neck down; thick as his head, it faced Levi upside-down. "I'd ask what you think, if it counted."

Jennings' panther hands, before in his junked-up locker, stopped rummaging. Honest gleams from his slit eyes. Six others - lemur and dingo excluded - either sized him up in a new light, or took slow steps toward their offering. Levi's head darted this way and that... little groans, shaky lip, and though his legs kicked out again, his high-hemmed shorts were never tighter.

Gorilla's arm halfway dropped him and half-put him down, his round body rolling. He choked a whimper, if only that being on Will's brute build, it was contact he missed. Before he could fear or anticipate, make sense of the five tall blokes above him, he committed ape pecs to memory. They knew he would; as he stared at floor-level, seeing first the huge feet, no pair even average, Roslin said what they together felt. "Boy's a requisite wanter. Lookit'im, thinks we don't know he watched us every day."

Levi's voice shrank down and yelped simultane, uncontrolled. "I'm..." He strained to get a hold of the whole scene; on-sight, the legs, the beefed thighs, more compromised him. He lilted a word; a placeholder, so distracted. "... Sorry? " Despite himself, he didn't wilt in the least. Tiny tongue ran his mouth's length. "N-no, I'm not..." Right as he got eyefuls of two packed jocks, and much more unbridled feasts, low, heavy, pubes above in as many shapes and densities as the filled bags below...

... Will dropped down, caught his three-hundred pounds on one terrific hand. "Party time, server."

As the arms went around Levi, pushed him to that primate core, head sank in those pecs. He cooed, entranced, well-before a knelt Will put his head waist-high for teammates. Promptly encircled; slaps of meat on his face, many chubbed, panther rock-hard, his barbs a tingle on the whiskered cheeks.

Every jackass smile pointed down to him. Roslin's snake whipped his nose. Mayers lashed him with girth, pork sausage to the temple. A prickly massage from Jennings' cat cock; Levi honked when pricks hit his button-nose. Will stood, letting seal stay knelt, kept down by the power of dick. He milked his apehood, two hands on a smooth marvel. Leslie stole the show, his tip in the boy's ear; Levi's eyes could roll back when he heard that fucker throb. And predictably, Will thieved the show right back; gorilla dong, thicker than all, brushed up through the aquatic cheekfur hard as any muscle up his limbs. From behind, he could rest a hand on seal's scalp, reduce him idly. "Short stuff's on cloud nine. Funny, it's about how many inches half these studs can push." He heard the groan, and tousled seal headfuzz. His beefstick ran a close glide; cupped in his other hand, fingers, girth and palmbase on the waterboy's profile. Somehow the lack of veins made it harder... Uncompromised, firm root-to-bell, with only cut-scar a break in the texture.

Levi wasn't told to speak; he did anyway, holding his own with these built cusses, and holding his own below, stroking a prick so-fast-hard it got some 'Yeaahhh 's up-top. Boar and mule loved seeing arousal incept. Panther too-busily smacked that round face, so sprung he could gush in five seconds if so-wanting. He would wait; control, like with his team, was key and strong. Mayers' rasp contributed. "See down there, the kid's rump. It ain't still."

Leslie looked on the sight that caused his lips to 'O', brows to ridge hotly. Booty like hell, protruding, curves in a slow roll. Levi pouted them. All the guys knew his bend. One glance, and they knew his titan-tush held the hunger. Will orated, ready to drool. "Brassy bitch. What a flagrant li'l fuck, he's calling us." He swole up on Levi's face; breathy 'hork-'s got flung, athlete wood whapped him from blood-flushed scoundrels. Roslin stood loose; arms as big as Leslie's, touching shoulders. They slammed dongs a bit close; their heads collided, and he at once thought of mule as deep as seal. Mutual, it seemed; when he leaned over, and meant to suck that equine's chin edge with a kiss, he took lips locking on. Swift, tongued, their sturdy kiss said all a pair of dirty beefed bastards could. Levi saw, up through his manhood-slugged squint. Skill - his workouts and the natural gift - had him twerk.

For the moose, it was too much. "Haah-hhhh", he rumbled, abs shaped more by lungs vacated. His, fattest far-down, ran Levi's eyesplit, baseball bat on a T-zone.

The bat himself had been lost by all others. Until the moment brushing Will's calves, inner-part of each, where his body crawled. Pug-nose may've stopped at the seal's bum, too flat to wedge, but that hollow tongue exposed. No barriers to keep it out, from touching Levi's crack, from worming in. Seal-boy could pop booty all day; now it just helped that mouthfeeler, an aid to pull his tastebuds in a star. Levi quaked at the lips. Thaddeus caused it, but Will owned it, leaning sidewards so his unbending length would half-hide the shaking collagen. The other half, unblocked, meant air cooled his scorching dickhole, the gel-drop surfacing on end. Counting panther, he was only second to pre, but first to make a game out of breaking that sub. "You can't take us. Pout that ass, but know how much we are. Can't pray to get our cocks up that hole."

Levi's eyes were slits of solid black. So turned-on and ready they misted. Will's ape jaw continued his way. "One by one, we'll get failed. Your body talks, not delivering. No kit takes our whoppers. Why do you think we fuck each other."

Lies, all save for the last part, as Will's hand arc'ed up and smacked the fire out of Roslin, stayed on, clamped fingers nail-in-crease. Hard to say how the Komodo looked, tall and dominating seal but having such subordinance, a bow to the team's lead cur. He gazed in lust to gorilla's jib; it poured out hot air, steamy tidbits. " We get off from pounding linemen, jockstrapped, ass eating monsters. Unless... Those hams crawl out." His hand skritched that trembly scalp. End of patronizing, he went active. Order-mode. "On all-fours. Feet and hands down only. That ring should hit the atmosphere. Needs evidence." He dropped again; it cracked bat's back, harmless, jiggling the planted tongue. His breath in Levi's ear was the jungle. "That boihole. If it's wide, it's pride."

Mayers joked, barely able in his chubby sweat. "Y'been... Hanging around Jerr too much... Hehh-hhhhhh..." A weak laugh became a stronger whoosh, pushing past the other dicks to get a feel of seal's nosewhiff. They'd all known his was sensitive; Levi learned when he tucked his chins and fought back humping air. It made him pull back; the rest did so to let the boy have space, up quick but oh-so-smooth on his extremities, as made to. Will timed himself; with seal's junk in the trunk in the air, suspended, he lunged. Stabilized for an instant, and already Levi almost wobbled to the floor. 300-Pound alpha jumped to his donk, and back; like his dick pulled him in, snapped him reverse, made that tender butt stamped.

Seven 'mates looked and jostled; the temp-tattoo, the mark of 'it's-OURS-guys ' They were upon him, and each other; some span away, lemur had cut the implying and just rushed Rush, piggybacking the hot spray and heavy back. Canine whined, hand-on-wall holding up the male that fucked him. Back in gangland, Will took first dip in their catcher. Slow to tip-in, feast on the whimpered squirm of that boy and his pear-shape. Then, past the head flare, a missile in the poor kid's pass. Levi's honks could shake the bleachers; Jennings could shoot all over his neck, back and the boar were he not paced.

Will's back furrowed, sinew in his work's motion. A boy so tight around him his tongue slipped free, lazy. Commands were hampered. "Roll-l back squirt... This spear feeds y', like..." HE spoke slower, hit harder; something came over him, just now felt. "Like daaamn!! "

Rare that his eloquence fled him. Levi, fed his pulsing gun, put those hips to jiggling. They'd never know how, but the 'taker' of a seal they'd bagged gave Will massage in every side of the chute he filled. Vibrating, giving QB schlong its due and then some. He brought piddly whines to words, power though plowed. "Fuck me you giant screw." He bent a bit when Will did just that, adn collected back as the apeshaft stuck him deeper. "M-marauder, take it. Ohhh-ohh yeah daddy... Ohhh!!~" It was warm pinache he glazed over the groans. Maybe him that had a hold on Will, but gorilla called the shots. He buffed the torpedo, and it upheaved his every weakness. The boy's ass bounced with how tough that player fed it.

And on the 'feeding' end, moose, komodo and panther were the stooges who shared a berth on the cutest face. cheeks, nose, the dimples when their uke grinned bliss up and clear, every one got tapped or harder. Dicks hard as the arena's foundation, hot as this late September, any one would fill him on the first chance. Biggles, the moose who played loose, bowed his legs and met the seal's tongue to his fren. Uncut, and skin slipped back on the kid's pulling in. His face lengthening told all; eyes up, jaw down, gratified.

The last straw for the rest of them. Jennings knew Roslin, so knew that taking the dragon by his cheeks, pulling in that low would get the sawtooth gums open. They widened, he slipped in tongue. Spanked that scaly fuck like Will smacked Levi's ass, red on a side and inside. "MY game, bitchnuts! Who's popping you!? "

Levi's neck said it to the 'mike' at his uvula. Moose veins scraped it. Will continued, pearly-whites out and ferocious. "Moose got your tongue, huh? " His forehead ran wet, sweattrails. He looked on Eighty in his wanton grimace, a nido with dick two-hand-stroked, tail slithering to a seal's bits. "Purple, say for him. Be his voice... Th'kit's on duty..."

As the rat-thing's hands crested his helmet, and tail touched that seal's drippy hardness, he did. "Will, man... Will the-damned-blaster... Killin' his ass, FUCK yehh!! "

Thaddeus slid back, crawled one-handed, cranking himself. He stood extra-slow, nose passing Will's rear; the musk got his webbed paw tantric on himself, tongue running its taste down his throat, saliva flowing. Some of this he spat, straight-down; poured on his hand, working in as it rubbed and rotated. Slicked down, hard as any jock fag in the circle, he dared to step by Will's biceps. Ape cut him a glance, despite thrust and pleasure's trance, and nodded him in. He'd be sharing the pen. Levi, face forward and wrapping the moose by lips, went unknowing he'd be double-dicked.

He hummed on moose skinflute. Shook on Will's dick, burned in the abdomen by ape's hellhard screw. Panther thought of seal, and fondled dragon... Roslin leaned in their French swap so-trying to stay equal, not shrink or submit. Mayers laboured himself to the floor, struggled his fat rolls 'til they slid him face-up to the seal. Levi's nipple had a tusk graze it; one whimper on moose dick before the boar suckled. Waxy smooch on his chest bud, and his bootyshake, his throated suck deepened. Grunts and moans of men to his earlets...

... Rush and Ajibwe were done simply noticing. Lemur's temple rest on the dog neck as he slowed pumping and listened at a ruckus. "Got it goin' on in there..."

Rush had him squeak a tad; when the skinny top sank in, he clenched those doggie cheeks. Tail wagged low, 'dusting' lemur's pipe and white curls. He spoke with smile and pant. "We got the steam in here." Warmth indeed ran down his back, in the tunnel made by spine and Ajib's front. "Is it worth losing for a seal with eight on his plate? " Referring to the teammates, but thinking of the butt they'd all seen of seal's... Curves plump enough to put the seam in his crack...

Ajibwe off-the-cuff whispered. "I just wonder..." His twinky legs dashed length into the bigger sub. They considered, commonly.

Levi bent like a swimwear model. So flexible he spun, mid-length, and planting hands on moose hips played that pendulous woodwind from the side. They saw it as hard work, but facts being it was easy on his throat, and so easy for his fluffy back to turn. Less unease; more room to feel the great-ape, the new boss of him. Honks so hard they had the dick he lipped jiggle. No male had dug him this fine or deep, as Will pushed in twice what he could twerk back on the rod. When that simian hooked up, one could call it a straight hook, holding his prey to fuck the daylights out 'til that hole was hollow as a carpark. A garage, to keep his oversize load. And the bat was so near, hot airclaps from the motion on his mushroom.

Taunts from the fellas. "Swing, boy, hide that billy club! " Roslin stuck each word a forked tongue, immersed in that badonk.

Mayers let the words fly between kiss-and-nibble of the nips. "He's DAMN-smooth..." His head traced buds that moved back every thrust on Will's. Neck moved further than his own tugged porker. "Hardly keepin' up down here..."

"Oh we're aaalll up." Eighty turned a phrase with finality, his tail refined enough to know every crease and inch of the gymnast. Coils of purple, segments of a sixth limb snaked on Levi's throbber; his fifth, the 'kinghood, flushed clear out to his cut scar, hands taking turns riding up it.

"Question is..." Will sneered, then spat on his dick, mercy for the plunges, "How can he sustain."

Levi spouted his answer, still brash in the most pleasure he'd known. Phrases tapped Biggles' batterer. "I'll hold it 'til you all go- Ohh-hh, off. You want me last, I-*whimper* want me last..." And that he did, wishing every male to have a turn at him. Not a one around repelled him, didn't do the bare opposite. Jennings, rubbing off on his cheek so firm he laughed from the rubs, would start getting to him. They locked eyes.

Will had tricks up his sleeves; in this case, they weren't even his. "There's a trial. Put your money where your ass is. You're getting twinned."

"Wh-what-... OhhhHHH-HH!! "

Not so gradual, Thaddeus put tip on the ring, slipped in at seal's hole and Will's spear, and made a tight squeeze tighter. Just the pressure got a bat rigid... But loving how the QB's dick slid up by his, leading assault, he wished he was the taker on the floor, stealing ape up his doorway. Fucking the li'l twerp, he looked as much on the beef right next to him... Will had his own glance to give the no-gut winged rodent, built lighter but with negative body fat. Roslin eyed Levi, then his big cat bro', and Will followed their cue; four men, two makeouts, pouring lust into the members they knew, creating more. Roslin's hand crossed over again; Jennings complemented. Mutual JO's, while Mayers made like clockhands and rotated. He positioned under Levi; dong up, fat ass down. Skin rolled up his sausage; he tugged twice, leaned up at the hips, and tapped the tail Eighty wound on sealhood. Nido' knew the want, and like a rooted boa that tail wrapped two cocks, one hog and one sea-dog, having them hug. He massaged.

Mule, in arm-workout from his three-hander, had the helpful idea. "Whadda you want, whore." Strangely worded to tell the uke, but it worked; the seal surrendering, he could groan out, his innermost desire tabled.

Wilty gasps from Levi, wet-nosing moosedick. "G-get down to my, my ears..." He struggled, taking two hammers, smelling only moist jock weapon. "... Suck'em..." Leslie snickered; 'twas too basic to get that boislut's number. But he made more a coordinator; Jennings, closest to a tiny flap in question, heard Levi and parted mouth from Roslin's. Drool strung out from them. It drizzled seal's neck, could've burned off with how hot he lay. Big cat slid dick down the slobbertrail, to the floor, as he knelt, lay hands on a fuzzy shoulder and plucked seal's ear with lip, tongue, lip.

Moan after moan of true subjection. Ape and bat laddered in the sealhole, two heights, two sizes for the yearning tunnel. Jocks pulling cocks in a standing sphere, fingers large to hold a ball, fondling theirs. Mayers lay half-writhing, rubbed by Nido's tail up his uncut hog, giving heat to Levi's bone just like it received. Twink's pre ran down his; the clear weep from his dong slicked Eighty to a heavenly point, oiled up from want by those he touched. The boar passed his threshold, nibbling seal's chest but both his hands on his own, tweaking and twisting fat, sensitive pips. Levi twitched right to his whiskerends; the big cat's breath was clear to hear, nomming his ears, blowing into them the room's highest admiring.

Will kept unsilent; chin lifted to leer down at a rolypoly taker. "The sound of music... Whine, kid... Ohhh-h, tight as ziplock..." In spite of the boar, the cat, bat, and his smooth self, Levi crammed his gun swingers-deep. So hard inside the waterboy, where he passed the bat's length, he wouldn't curve. Opened that hole up so far. Next to his cockhead, from the bat's, pre' in a pocket, pressure building. Levi's back curved, ass pulled it in, hid it. No top in the room outdid Will, but no bottom mixed serving and aiding like this double-jointed bitch.

Roslin stroked, put fingers to his taint, pushed and rubbed. Its bulge reacted, airing his rows of teeth in a groan half-butch. Jennings tortured Levi, playing him by ear; effects went to the seal's tongue, a point on its twitch-lolled end. And the Komodo, eyes on that oral strum, felt his sphincter prickle. By the dark green tail, inside his muscled bum, it had him thinking how that tongue could feel tasting him. Distracted, the truth spilled out. "His li'l maw... God it should be up my crack..."

Eighty chuckled; he and Leslie wore the 'A-ha! ' face. Even Rush, a ways off and whining from a lemur's length, laughed to have the herp out himself. Leslie swooped over; dinged the scalie's cock with his wide head, slapping twice, waiting out the shudders from that rough hide, and went rough. He'd been hands-off with seal for the most part; now anti-that with Roslin, who was pushed to a locker door, slammed on and tongued, the mule frotting his fren with the crest of dick's lower half.

Will's teeth locked, so hard in an active ass he could shoot it full. Thaddeus shared it and the ride, but in rash moment, talked of it. "Shit, he's gonna... Pitch my load out... Will, I'll... I'll lose it, man! " His hips rocked like Levi's, abs caved their shape inward... Eight toes wiggled, no matter that he stood on them.

Gorilla, so pro', took it back: the moment AND his love-spear, pulling inch-by-inch in steps. "Fruit won't... Get... The best of us..." Said just for Levi's ears, heard in the one not licked and gasped in by panther. Took the li'l seal shaky on his knees, even more than that ape male pulling out. Three tools almost peaked; The built bat's, the twerking seal's, and Mayers, foreskin pushed by preloads. Will popped out, the seal knee-staggered; Thaddeus yanked easy from his primed ring, and the boi fell. An 'oof ' from the boar, but unhurt, so much cushion to shield. It more just put their sweat together; the pig, after practice and living in those billows, felt greased in his own coolant. This, Jennings' gentle earmunch, Eighty's tail on him, swelling them, sandwiched seal-to-boar, made his ass go hyperspeed.

It meant Will's monologue fumbled; a man so sure, skilled in words, for an instant fell apart with that seal's booty rolling Mach-3, begging him back in. "Kid, you... Damn you want this..." He held hand still on his pecker, fucked through the grip like it was driving in the wet, fuzzy gymnast. Lips even twitched on his grey mug, moved his stubble. "We'll pulverize... That tush, wreck it with push..."

Levi's mind secured him, only watching, starving for it, bumping boar thigh-to-thigh so hard it thundered. "Oh yeah? You gonna take this, ape daddy? Want what I got? " He held on one hand, the other spanked his cheek hard as any swole jock around could. Jennings mumbled while he licked; inaudible to all but the seal, who yelped and 'hork'ed and almost rolled off mount-Mayers, the sweaty hills of defense.

Ever-aware, Will viewed the chance to order him; few things he more lived for than a sassy uke he'd curb. "Roll off that pile of swine. Get up, get down, work yourself." The team's hardest ass dimpled as he fucked his hand wrist-to-thumb.

Levi saw him pump, screw his callouses, and still - as he tumbled down the boar's side, off from Jennings' taste test - he got brave. "What'll you show me, big guy? Can you fight the bat you fucked with?..." He held that thought, just to hear from behind Roslin's fighting his bitch-side, Leslie pecs-to-pecs and shaft-to-cusp, body all-on that switch. Thaddeus breathed confusion, but Will caught on, before the forward seal could gasp it. "...From the bush-out? "

It helped when Levi's stare hit their throb, and stayed. It's a swordfight he wanted... He half-stood, among the nude beef, next to Mayers, and dropped. Splits, a barrage of them, ass in motion all the while. So too did the bat's jaw go for the floor; and Will, taking his shoulders, spinning him to face-off, made a fist and socked his own dick to hit the rodent's.

Blade on blade, as it were. Both men's dicks bowed with impact; both men groaned, sore and pleasured. Hard to say who stamped who more; in a few breaths, both were flushed, fencing with rods like iron. Will smacked the bat's midside, then took a hit, cap to the corona. Blood surged, neither could soften. Levi scraped low, took thigh gap to the tile, to the mortar between. Eighty and Jennings jerked off their hardest; a battle royale, ape-QB and bat-support, the best weapon kind involved. Ajibwe peeked over; seeing cocks clack, veins grow out as they slapped girth, he slipped and fell out Rush's keister.

When looking back, the dingo saw a thin arm propping up his spellbound top. No explanation, so he asked. "The hell am I missing?"

Robotically, Ajib's other elbow bent up, held a fist and shot his finger out to point. Rush stepped out, hands down his wet fur, squeezing it. He entered to the sight, right down to Mayers daring his own tongue to tap that seal cheek as it dipped to the floor. Down to ape and bat's dicks, megastiff as they 'battled', balls yanked a bit with contact.

Lemur almost couldn't speak, by the action. He drummed up a whirlwind-phrase. "See what I'm sayin'? " This, while Levi cooed, surprising himself by the cool floor he teabagged on dive. Rush saw what met his quota to bring his bigger arm to lemur's and pull. Soon Ajibwe was dragged in, as close to Jennings' hanging prickly-tongue as the boar's tongue lay to soft-skinned seal cheek. Rush's arms crossed on pecs, deep like moose's. They bantered, sporting boners long and level. "Kid could press dough like that..."

Biggles nodded, just a sliver of smile given. "Ink his cheeks, he's a stamp."

Levi didn't know if to chuckle, blush or cower. The first two, together, while he flagellated, popping rump, sliding the cusp on pocked, braised mortar. Dotted ribs for his 'cliff', where the curves bent and made that crack that Will had seen, and he wished - biting his lip - to again give that jock, and his henchmen, and soon.

Rush mumbled, cock so ready it nodded . "The practice his kind gets... Gahd, you know he can back it up and spend a load..."

Will heard, even as a mule slammed the locker door, thrusts on Roslin, punching his ass to the steel. Loud and clear, as showed the drool on Will's lip, a jawline's drip. One happened to find his peen mid-blow; clapped by their clash to a spray, a wet firework. Just a shred more wetness than the leak his sword issued, and the bat's wings made vibes, too aroused, fighting 'rilla by their best, thick assets, spotting Levi's butt stirring breeze in the stuffy room. Rolling, pushing, blowing back a boar's head hairs.

Biggles sighed; Rush's toes wiggled standing. Eighty, stud of few words, saw fit to add something. "I'll see what a knack he has."

Mayers groaned, squeezing nips as the Nido-tail slinked off him. The second it freed him he played with himself, as did moose, and dingo, and the lemur who belly-down kneeled like a stripper. He and Mayers flanked their waterbitch; wingmen to see the ass-ercise collapse when that tail's tip found hams on their drop. The fact Levi stopped, staggered, fell on the ground atop that purple 'boa' was meaningless; all its strength meant any weight still let it slip right in. Under crack it went, to midway and up the cavity. Loose from Will and the bat, but the boy lifted up, tensed, went limper and coo'ed as if innocence had been his to lose.

Will lost focus, or the match by any rules of swordfight; such work to steady his python when a limb even more that way had the poor kid shake through nirvana. Grounded, jerking as it reached spots undiscovered, unbroken. Many'd throb for Roslin, never any better at acting like he hated being taken, used, up on the tan of clothes compartments, lats well as Will's and oh-so-good as pushandles.

Ajibwe crept like a lion, as how he pounced, so gangly he half-tackled a male so bottom-heavy. Out of control, his tongue ran up Levi's cheeks, hands locked to white shoulders, dick-to-dick and friendly like Will and Thaddeus funly weren't. Frot so fast and flicking to the seal's head, he wailed... Eighty's tail cavorted, and the smallest, shortest jock laid it on him. Now all would hear the grade of 'sub' they had the fortune to find.

For ape, bets were off. Bat-male was handcupped by the nape, turned toward the boy as Will himself swung over, most of all at the waist, flat-pendulum. He pushed Thaddeus, who stumbled, Jennings there to catch him. Unplanned that he caught and dipped him like a Latin dance... The mood captured them, hands went all over, each exploring. Will bent knees, pushed hips out, held fingers below himself; digits got drizzled. "I don't want a crony. I want two!! "

All nine knew what he'd seek. Only Roslin - neck straight like Levi's in yielding - didn't perk ears on the call. Not up to them, but to Will, and they waited to see who'd be voted worthy. Around Levi called the studs, the wolves in muscle-clothing.

"Fix'im, Ajib'..." Eighty spoke through half his mouth. "Drag up his dong. Blow that foghorn." True to that, Levi honked on with a bliss he couldn't take. "Gimme a shot, he'll get nine nasty! " Rush donated, rubbing his meat. Bottoming made his least brag. Jennings pushed past the bat up next to Will; so into it his pecs unstilled, bouncing, a warmup. "He's takin' me, you think what you want." An ape's chin lifted; it meant only what he thought. "No need. Lucky I picked you anyway." His arm came low to panther's. A conference of fingers, an exchanged touch. Offhand grips, a shake for two controllers.

Lemur's chest pushed the seal every ride-up... They were rocking chairs, the skinny top impressing all. Nipples 'kissed', like the leaking hole on dickheads. Levi made the best soft ride, and Roslin's heaves pulled the manly whine through fangs, a counter to mewls from harp seal. Mayers lay destroyed, hand-to-nuts kneading a bag so close to pumping in falls through his digits. If he'd say one thing in this state, he knew what to. "I'll flood m' bush... Dick snot on my chub, when you... Triple-play..."

Will teased, swingin' dick in vertical buckle. "End-zone the boy, you mean." A pump through his hand, uber-quick. "Drill trio." He leered to Jennings... And to Eighty, who'd suspected his turn at bat. Two steps behind, the bat himself worked his pole, fingered himself, toed the line of role solo.

When the nido walked up, hip on Will's, panther beat him to position. Will connected by waistline the cat, the 'mon, and glared down. Ajibwe saw his arm extend; a finger curled, and the lemur's heart sank. It beckoned upward; strict order that he stop, raise on his knees, bring along the seal. Soon they kneeled, high as the lemur could, and he forced his own fall back. He'd be under Levi, huggable white over him. They'd frot; he'd hold them to that, while Will's arms slapped around Eighty and Jennings, shoulder-shelved, and six legs bent them down as a team.

Lemur panted up at Levi's whiskers, hot but irritated. He cast a glance by Levi's cherub cheeks, judging Will. "You owe me, mofo."

Will's grin moved sideward like a typewriter. It came back haughty, biz as usual. "Come over Friday, I'll pay it off. Bring your icejack." It was acceptable; Ajib, in better mood, leaned back and placed two wide feet on seal's belly, either side. pushing out, it jacked him up low, rear included. Levi looked back, saw three males of large stature, and 'meep'ed a bit at what loomed. Eighty asked one thing of him. "Pout it, boy. We ride with the doors open."

Will chuckled, admiring the wordplay, plus knowing the need there for things to be their loosest. Levi brought it, sure enough; Some indulgent jiggles, a repositioning here and there, and he'd laid it as wide and waiting as a pro' taker could. Jennings' jaw hung its rough tongue down. Will skipped a breath, as did his heart a beat. Eighty's tail luckily missed any padre's as it whipped like the cat's thin one. Levi spoke dulcet tones, their brand of tease flung right back at them. "Don't need to knock, boys. Door's off its hinges." Wiggle and clench, with a rim so dense it kissed at them. Or winked, whichever preferred, not that they could choose when their dicks practically pulled them in for him.

None of nine catalogued a memory of the next three seconds; they either focused on him, or he they, and the pulsing rock helmets just appeared on his edge, his valley enclosing manpussy. Biggles stroked off with pre so copious it would shame Vaseline, big drops of it falling. Rush watched them by a splayed Mayers, the hog so hiked up visualizing how it'd be to be Levi, he'd not even look up at the tugging dog, the swinging furred nuts and tight end's tight end aloft. He stood by mule and komodo, while Leslie pulled out, mumbled sass in the dragon's ear, and looked to be kneeling, through with dickpunching a hole but on the prowl for something more... Something up that scaly stud-sub's alley. Will had one thing to say, his tip tickling seal's ring in the lead, words shook by unbearable drive. Waves of blown steam, an oral sauna. "You're not walking tomorrow. You know that."

"Hrrr-rrmph~" Levi's quiver possessed his ass, only torturing himself from the ape's clean cut prodding in on the shudders. It plied in to the corona with ease; this changed as Eighty's length muscled in the side, unslow, and on Will's other flank, the panther's black beauty - spined and in its prime with yearn - had to push in, bit by bit, inch by inch, to fit their slut.

Levi's fists whapped the tile. Honks made mewls made shouts, with each change a fitful breath. They didn't blow it up, to their credit, at first. The game was patience, slow push, a burglary in tightness. Will, then cat, then nido, like pistons of an engine. Over seconds, minutes, he was disallowed to rest; once the pain would let up, they'd jack it up a notch. Will's grunt became a moan, a mob of 'ook's, hand on his black nip squeezing. Eighty's fangs dripped, pleasure-drool streaking beard hair. Jennings - eyes forced open - looked on the finest round tush he'd ever won, shared or raked with lovebarbs.

Roslin stood, tendons locked... Legs were stiff as all their meat. A face met his tail's base, a gust of air from donkey's gums to his bumhole. Leslie hissed a chuckle, craned his neck and a tongue scooped that hole. To this the dragon squeezed... And his 'parlor', the tunnel of manlove leading up his guts, pulsated, bombing that donkey's mouth, tics to rumble his shovel. It was pins 'n' needles. It was goosebumps up his spine, and even Leslie's. It, and the sound of squeaks climbing out his thick throat, gave Levi a moment's rest, Will and the others just mesmerized. Seal looked up with snow-white fists stilled. His jaw lay low, burdened with shock of the hottest, subbiest show a scaled bastard ever put on. He squealed, drooling; it continued taking place. And Will, sense returned, put that squeal a level higher when he dug in, reminding seal AND his paired partners what was up. Roslin's asshole fluttered as the donkey ventured in, lips pressed to the cheeks, cabinets for musk. Will thrilled on it, much like the Nido whose strength, drive and reach weren't fully shamed by ape talents. They socked Levi to the hilts, with a big cat who readily focused, barbs on tongue crossing chops. Roslin flexed that button, tight-muscled as any of him, donkey so deep in tongue punches.

Mayers' hand poured sack and balls through and around, squeezing to enhance. Gyrations flit his chunkiness, printing sweat on the floor where rolls met tile. Layers where the gut and shoulder fat pressed, trails down his moobs where the grip didn't end, clamping on, sloshing softness, dowsing out nipples to pinch. Smells of his teammates never left the room; too much to be scrubbed away, salt, jizz, breath, and now the downy young taker among them, his fresh funk joined the nosebash. Mayers' head rolled its own foreskin, overfull as it throbbed; if cries of bliss weren't counted he lay speechless, kindred with eight of the ten. Levi's neck bent left, not able to straighten with three studs inserting, pulling, punishing. It so happened to line him up with Mayers, nose-to-nose. The touch opened his eyes; he stared in a boar's dancing blues.

The porker swam through the spirit in Levi's solid black. "I... Know... They have you flying... Clenchin' it, and all your sass... Just don't matter, does it..."

Whichever chord it struck with seal, he honked hard as his lungs could with ape's dickhead stamping his diaphragm. Roslin's tail swished, his ass thrushed more from that waterboy's shout-honk. The trio ran it separate; like an engine, each part on its own cycle. One dick left, another sped in. Always one at midpoint, Jennings as he guessed, from the stubby pricks when its length put deepest. He couldn't fathom being fuller, feeling more than they brought him to. Will, his demeanor, would have his shine. Not a hair of his chin-bristle stood dry. "Go on... Talk... Can't, eh... Stuck on what's stuck in you..." He posed chest and core over Levi, beyond his two mates, his 'options'. Sweat plopped on the bitch's hips; it all came off his pecs, the tips of twin bluffs.

Three huge stabbers worked their damndest, thrust, slide, hammer, eighty pulling out at one point to cockslap that rear, and his own partners' roots on recoil. Ape's ooks and the panther's low purr, with his rowdy growl, and he shoved right back in, having all three rip into Levi harder. Pre was ointment for the flushed ring, slick and bright on bloodshot hole. Will screamed pleasure in baritone. "Ride, fuckers! The slut's a vicegrip, ahhfuuuuck!! " He yowled heat, eyes shut... He may've taken Levi's voice, but the seal took his power, all that cushion over three dicks and bearing down. Jennings huffed, his gasps laughing as happy as they came. Eighty's fangs coudn't slip a feather between them, body bent where the push felt like it drew an extra inch fom within him to fill their honking toy.

Rush ran a hand up his abs and tugged so madly the nuts swung out of time. Biggles wrapped a hand around him from behind, ran dick up his crack, fren-to-tailfur on the taller canid. He let the dog do his own, but pressed fingers on the taint, then rubbed, feeling every leap of bliss inflicted. Ajib had never been still; under Levi, shaft-to-shaft, he licked the poor seal like candy, tasting all from that squat neck up. His voice broke up the lapping. "Sure you're not a pig? You squeal like one."

Mayers shot back, playing glib despite the moment. "Real original, man... Beanpole..." A trial to say, his hide still moist and trembling to see lemur's hips rock into seal's and know what they accomplished.

Ajib leered over to the near-pig. He beamed cheek-to-cheek. "Skinny wins. Anytime, and right about... Now." He reached out; not affecting Levi, nor himself, so much as Mayers, when the hand took a thick manbreast and commenced to playing.

Will lit up even more. His length hit the sealhole to where a bulge rose over navel's cup, repeating each jackhammer. "Get him... I bet the fatass'll lose it first... Guys that size DON'T hold in..." The one yelled word was indicative... Symptom of how close he'd not admit to being. Mayers all but rolled around, arching, wallowing just in reach of Ajib's evil hand. He abused his nuts, Ajib abused chest fat. Gorilla, 'king and cat cut heavy eyes at each other, feeling each's manhood as with Levi's hole, mashing the rashed cave in tandem. Rush, highest in stature and lowest in willpower, broke from moose's grip to leave him stroking. Dingo did the same, but on the way to panther's shoulder, where he lay a hand and made a proposal. "Dude, if I don't get that... Tag me in... Lemme-"

The strong, quiet cat put off one of those trends. "No. Next time, next taker."

Rush sighed, ear sinking, far-unlike his dong. "C'mon, I'll give whatever. You can stick me all weekend."

"Nope." Feline showed finality, crashing in by a gung-ho gorilla.

Will leaned in Rush's ear, tipping for the lower plunge. "You might be S.O.L." He put lips all the way to earlobe, and nibbled some dog-flap. "I'd stick you the weekend... Don't need a deal to get that..."

"Y-yeah..." Rush whimpered, acknowledging Will's truth and yet sure the ape was least moded to bow out.

Ajib had watched Mayers, tussling solo and so hard it hurt, but peeking Rush put a thought in him. "Oh yeah, reminds me..." What cat had done to seal, and what Will now did on dingo, he leaned up and started. Teeth and lips found Levi's earlet, and if Jennings had gone easy on him, the daring mask-face wasn't about to. Levi's face contorted like his arms, like Mayer's everything. For the dog, it was a final straw.

He made an appeal no male could deflect. "Man, you can fist me... Bite my neck, piss on me, it don't matter. Just... One chance, you've had him a hot minute."

Jennings glared, but his mind was commissioned... Beyond Levi's head, a donkey ate the warmest green salad, bumping like a speaker. A yard below, that mule's ass lay pristine. It shouldn't have to.

The panther raised paw; Rush softly slapped it, beating off 'til that very second. Dick came out of his hand in such jump it hit a snail trail thrice. The big cat pressed fingers on the seal, traced his backbone. He'd miss it, but a sudden change was on-hand. Leslie kneeled, rimming, ignorant. Will's fuck hit such a high that massive thighs yanked him out to the glans, to the very lip of helmet, and throttled him back in. "Shiiit, no vacancy! We bust... You burst... FUSS at me, kid, talk a blue streak! " Spit slung off dark lips in tendrils. One purse of his collagen and a gob was forged, a ball spat far.

Levi whined as it landed on scalp. How they wrecked his white garden, sped in what may never be tight again, the glob could've steamed right off his noggin. "Ohhh-h-h-hGod it'sdeeep!! Oh, ohh, fuck me you finks, f-ffffuck me viciouss-ss-s!! " Mayers couldn't writhe like him, on account of body type, lean figure built of lifestyle, acrobatics on bars and now taking three live ones. The dog's may be the hardest yet to field; at its base, and why Will groaned more than ever, lay the broad curve of Aussie knot.

Will didn't monopolize insults. Eighty trashed the young'un, and in the moment's heat, kissed the breadth of Will's arm beef. "Can't stand it?... Wanna ca-ahhll it off? " Will made it harder, beyond fast in the uke, on home stretch and on the high of his testosterone. Nido braved the falter, keeping cool, though Jennings had the donkey yell by tackling the cur, counting on Roslin's legs to hold. He did, up on the lockers, and eyes were like headlights, neck high, as the body-check put mule's tongue to punch him. Instantly, a drill in quaking jockhole, and the dragon, throat taut, purred. Leslie brayed, the cat invading, testing him like Levi. Eighty was barely together. "Yehhh, think if you're the mule... Wanna lick a bigger man? Make him what... You are to us? "

Ape participated, making it bad cop, badder cop. "Forget it, he's not there... Fffffuck he's got a ways to GO..." Seal, hearing though his rear found new pain, pressed on them with suitable spunk. Will remained himself, up in seal's guts, striking while the junk was hot. Shaft lurched into the boy so hard it hurt to even have Will's cut-scar pass his ring. Eighty's went in tough, the ape's just chiseled that port, and poor Rush, freshly in and already pressed to fire out loads he'd want to bring this way.

Mayers couldn't help himself... Insults from his rare perspective flew. "He's... A welterweight... Skewer him, but watch him dovetail when the cream comes..." He ached down deep in the sack he masochized... All the squeeze and pinch didn't do what the rush now did. He threw oinks from wet tusks, dropped his head to the tile. If an endurance race, he lost.

Rush ran his face through every blissful guise, sliding slowest, doing most, Levi buckling and squirming as the cries flung. A stone-hard seal, lamenting, a hair behind the boar's advancement. Somehow that knot topped everything; even the QB, an expert more than all he'd known at tramping his brown eye, didn't phase him like the stretch from that eager knot. He forced out inner monologue. "Big... OHH-H... Bastards... GonnaAANNGHH... Gonnaspew... Ahhh... AHHH-"

"Not just you!! " Will yowled, not even scolding; the approach put that behind them. If any harder on the boy, he'd have been airborne, leaping on that ass. "PRESS, bitch, PRESS!! FFFUCK you're gettin' infused now!! " Eighty's hand wrapped him; they'd go off like brothers. Roslin - many times in Levi's place, shook so hard his knees knocked and tongue spazzed. A mule, swiping his gland within, brought the kettle to boil.

"AHHHHH-HHHH!!! "

Mayers' first bolt slang hot to his neck folds. The bit that hit his chest, grazed his nipple, put the pig in arched rolls. No way to even stay faced up... Wallowing in climax, he rolled left and right, dick spraying from a hooded eye. Levi, seeing all, felt it rise. It raptured senses.

"OOOOOHHGAHHHHHD!!! FUUUUCK, YOU-... POORNSTA-AA-AARS!!! "

Corny and unbridled, from a soul melting for three drills and six manfeasts besides. Will's dick, never harder, never bigger, dug out the supernova-peak of that seal, prostate throbbing right on it three times what his racing heart clued. The ape, fangs wide, tipped to finish so strong it was orgasm and the first rope wasn't there. Only when Eighty jerked, slammed the floor with tail and basted goo in by the ape's dick - Levi stuttering curses, handling their surge and his by some miracle - did his storm of sperm release.

Howls like hell through the locker room. Any teammate swore to how their best link came loud, but the screamer, the brick-wall-simian, buffed the shower's spray with the sound of manmusic. Shots so hard the seal thought he'd be coughing them out his higher end. Hot, thick, under pressure, seed just split his cheeks further. In seconds, it was down their legs. After, it was all that to quench the fire, red so deep inside him from the cocks even deeper. Every drop of Will's jizz rammed its way in. Eighty's first shot hit the spot; Levi carried a bump, stomach-bound, pocket of pure spunk. It didn't lack a source, still coming.

Eighty hollered. "RRAGGHHH, He's TIGHTER NOW!! " Insane control to speak shooting, as the boy did clamp on them just to take filling up. He swung head like a hammock; heard yelps, distinctly a dog's, and knew the dingo was next. For the first time he feared it; how in blazes could the mutt go off, and he not burst from all the cream. A reprieve saved him; the dog, so quick to go off, pulled far out when the moment started. Levi's back, his hips, fuzzy crack, all bathed in white juice. Dog bunk all up his wrecked form, Will's and Eighty's rolling down his ankles and theirs, snowballs on male plods. Shotgun-barrel dongs traded push and pull. Roslin's load streamed down locker door, dinging audibly when out his dick each time. Mayers' fat and fur soaked in his nuts' brew. Ajibwe rocked his body under, hung his tongue out the side, as he mixed cum with Levi's. And of tongue, the hardest-working gave the mule tastes of every nook in lizard's hole, musk escaping to be swallowed with spit. Jennings hissed; the mule drove so hard back his balls were donkey-punched, peppering the ass with gooed leaks.

Thaddeus caught up to Biggles; a bat's tube-tongue jousted moose's and they bumped pecs and navels, stroking off, hitting goal, shooting calmest and last.

Their moans were the limit of those muffled. Eight others mobbed the air with every rich chorus men could.

Roslin's junk slapped a mule's chin. Panther's barbs whipped his anal shots like cake batter. Above lemur, below the three most intimidating, Levi held on. The shots were still fired, pumping in. But he knew the sweet spot: peak's plateau, when balls gave their last and adrenaline still fogged bodies and tools. He was the gymnast. He held the key to using them right back, as that tender ass, the apple bottom housing litres of jock milk, tilted, swiveled, agitating.

Eighty almost tumbled. Will's gaze burned, narrow, watching seal fight the torment and bliss he'd helmed to counter them. Rush's gasp let a small whine; wishing he'd stayed in, but tugging out his last drips to stream down his rocket to the knot.

Will barked, heaved, anything but ready for the 'washing machine'. "HHH-H you... Think you're slick, I'M shootin' up that taaaiilpipe-...FUCK-..." He gave hints of pause, though it all left him. Seal's bum, its swirl, meant jets fired back at them; Will and Eighty's own seed shot out, down their meat, on the pubes, balled yogurt on black nets. The power-bottom they'd never pinned on him, and he let them go assuming 'til now. If anything, the push on their lengths, the pull back like Chinese finger-puzzle, didn't pale upon their force. He thrusted back as they forth.

Roslin next vocalized, a last jet of mini-dragons leaving veined beercan. "He'll own YOU, guys... He gets his." Will janked, rolling lighter thrusts, out of fuel but having Levi whine sorely.

Ajib chuckled, licked the seal's cheek, and put crafty eyes on Jennings. Under cat's bum he'd see mule junk drag the ground. "What would Verne say... 'He's body-calling. I know my name when I see it.' "

A tired Mayers nodded. The rest hailed with some form of unity, be it 'Yeah ' or 'That's a fact ' or saying yes with hip power. Bat and Moose made out like starstruck lovers.

Will, catching breath from a peak that wouldn't say goodnight, bellowed as a caveman. "Verne cut his dippy way outta here and we all get more turns." He leaned down to Levi; dripping wet, like all of them in cum, sweat and clammy heaven, he cupped the downy chin. "Eh, cuddly? Our bison's out, our coach is out, who might we take it out on."

The seal endeared himself; coyly, pushing slight on the ape's still-buried dick, he still had smarts to speak. "Well your monkey's out. It's not been him."

"And it won't be." Sass so pleased the gorilla he may lead them to a blowout. Double-win on their seal, and each other, the only losers what cleaning crew would show up later.

~THE END~