# Working Stiff

Author: MinoasT
Tags: Bovine, Character Development, Deep Penetration, M/Herm, Other/Herm, Series, Teenagers, Vaginal

#3 of Growing up in Oak City

This story is a work of fiction and in no way is intended to resemble any person, place, or thing  
that is living or dead. It contains scenes of a graphic sexual nature between consenting males,  
females, hermaphrodites, and/or some combination of all three. If this offends you or is just not  
you cup of tea, please consider yourself warned. Copyright resides with me, the author, and  
distribution of this work must be approved by the author. Please and Thanks!  
  
Please note this story come after the events of ‘The Blackout'.  
  
  
A buzzing sound followed by the tinny sound of hard rock from a tiny speaker woke  
Kyle. He lay on his back across the hood of his car, up the windshield and his horned head  
propped on his gym bag. Curled up tight in the crook of his arm and the blanket wrapped around  
both. Groaning, he noticed that the eastern sky was a brillant series of reds, purples, and oranges  
with a few greens and yellows. No sun, though, had risen.  
  
Again came the sound of what his brain now told him was his mobile phone.  
Unwrapping himself from the blanket and the warmth of his best friend, Kyle rolled off his car  
and reached into the open car window. He grabbed the phone as it rang a third time.  
  

  "Uh...Hello?" he half muttered after flipping open the phone.  
  
"Kyle Cooper?" a woman asked. "This is Cindy at the Swaggering Moose."  
  
"Miss Bowers, I didn't think to hear from you so soon," Kyle said, suddenly  
uncomfortable standing naked in the middle of an empty field. He ran a hand through his hair  
and untangled it from his horns. "You indicated yesterday that it may be middle to end of next  
week."  
  
"I know, and I apologize for waking you up," Cindy replied. "This blackout has  
apparently freaked my normal weekend help so much that she can't even talk coherently. Well,  
less coherently than normal. If you can be here in, say, thirty minutes, you've got yourself a job."  
  
"Sure!" Kyle almost yelled. "I...I mean, it'll be a close thing since I'm not at home. Let  
me run home and get cleaned up and I'll be right there."  
  
There was silence on the other end for a moment before Cindy spoke. "If you want, just  
come straight down to the shop. My uncle used to live in the apartment upstairs before he passed  
away. I use it mostly for storage, but the bathroom is clean and stocked with towels and  
shampoo. Besides, you'll be wanting to get cleaned up again after we clean up from all the  
looting and pillaging that went on last night."  
  

  "Looting?" Kyle repeated. "Oh gods! If it's really bad, I can bring a friend with me to  
help. He's not looking for a regular job, but he's a good worker."  
  
"Sure," Cindy said somewhat hesitantly. "I can't pay much."  
  
Kyle looked at Dean, who had sat up, as the ram made eating motions with his hands and  
mouth. Kyle smiled wide as he said, "I bet if you just fed him, he'd be more than happy to help  
with some clean up."  
  
"That I can do, Kyle," Cindy said, relief in her voice. "See you in a few minutes?"  
  
"Less than fifteen, Miss Bowers," Kyle countered and hung up.  
  
Dean slide off the car hood and came around to Kyle with the blanket wrapped around  
wool softened shoulders. "So now that I've profess my love and given you my body, you just  
whore me out to strangers?"  
  
Kyle smiled down at Dean as he felt the ram's erect cock poke his thigh. "Well, I've now  
got a job downtown. You'll be able to stop by in the morning on your way to work and say hi."  
  
Dean ran that long tongue of his down Kyle's chest and belly while he dropped to his  
knees. "Maybe we can find a store room where I could give you a morning blowjob."  
  

  Kyle moaned as Dean's tongue slid along the edge of his cockhead. Sticking more than  
six inches out of his sheath, Kyle knew that he'd be at full erection well before Dean's throat was  
ready. "We have fifteen minutes to get downtown, my eager little cocksucker. Can't drive with  
you riding my cock, now can I, little lamb boy?"  
  
Dean smiled up at him. Coming from anyone else's mouth, Dean would have been  
offended. For them, it had become Kyle's pet name for Dean. He's only ever used it in private.  
  
"I bet you could," Dean countered before opening his mouth right above the still rising  
bullcock. "No onesh ash fasht ash you."  
  
Kyle reached down and grabbed a horn. "Don't talk with your mouth full," he laughed as  
he pulled the ram off his cock. "Now get dressed so we can get on the road."  
  
"I'll just take that as a rain check," Dean said with a kiss to his cock. Then the ram  
grabbed his balls. "Besides, I probably should probably let these big fellas recover some more  
from last night."  
  
"Well then, here are some clothes," Kyle smiled as he reached into the car and tossed out  
a pair of shorts. "I'd hate to get ticketed for indecent exposure on my first day of work."  
  

  "Your just worried that they'll want to fuck me instead of you," shot back Dean with a  
snooty raise of his muzzle while walking back around the car.  
  
Kyle just laughed and shook his head. Considering he had only worn shorts and a t-shirt  
with no underwear, Kyle was dressed before the ram even had his shorts buttoned. Since his  
hoofs precluded him from wearing shoes, Kyle sat behind the wheel of his car and watched Dean  
put on first his shirt, then shorts.  
  
Soon Kyle and Dean were speeding back up the gravel road toward Route 7. He tried to  
call his mom, but each time he got a ‘System Busy. Try again later.' message. In disgust, he  
dropped the phone into the center console. "They must still be having problems with the power  
grid," Kyle said as he glanced over to Dean who was busy trying to use his own mobile phone.  
"Any luck with yours?"  
  
"No! And what's strange is that we shouldn't be," Dean answered. "Ever since the last  
war, the power grid and the phone systems, be they land lines or cellular, have had their power  
systems separate. If last night's blackout had been only the power plant, then we should still  
have cell phone service."  
  

  "Let's hope it wasn't an attack by the Telousians," Kyle said with a shudder as he pushed  
on the gas.  
  
They sat in silence the few minutes it took Kyle to reach the downtown exit. Dean  
occasionally tried calling with no avail. It seemed a comfortable silence. When one looked over  
at the other, smiles would spread across their faces. Kyle looked down when he felt Dean's hand  
settle on his where it sat on the gear shift between them.  
  
"What should we say about us?" Dean asked in a hesitant manner. "I mean, are  
we...um..."  
  
"Dating?" Kyle prompted. "Boyfriends?"  
  
"Um...yeah," Dean said with an embarrassed grin. "Are we?"  
  
"I don't have a problem with that," Kyle answered with a squeeze to Dean's hand. "One  
of the partners at mom's law firm is openly gay. He's even in a long term relationship with his  
boyfriend."  
  
"So it isn't against the law to be gay?" Dean fidgeted nervously in the seat as Kyle  
navigated the labyrinth of streets that made up the downtown district.  
  
"Mom once told me that many of our laws come down from when the humans were still  
around," Kyle said as he slowed down. "And what the hell happened down here?"  
  

  Kyle and Dean stared at the broken storefronts and windows of building and furniture and  
random stuff from inside those buildings strewn across the streets and sidewalks. There were  
still people emerging from buildings carrying stuff out even as they were chased by those Kyle  
assumed were the building's owners. Police were not visible except at the occasional corner  
stopping pedestrians at what looked like random.  
  
"She wasn't kidding when she said they rioted and pillaged," Kyle whispered in shock.  
"We may have to serve as guards to the place. You willing to do that?"  
  
"Kyle!" Dean looked at him scandalized. "Do I look intimidating?"  
  
Kyle glanced at his friend before turning back to the road smirking. "No. No you don't."  
  
"Laugh it up, horn boy," Dean said indignantly with arms crossed. "You're about as  
violent as a dandelion."  
  
"Here we are," Kyle said as he pulled over to the curb. "The Swaggering Moose Café!"  
  
They climbed out of the car before a two-story red brick building. About thirty or forty  
feet wide, it had large windows on the street that were covered with wood shutters. A pair of  
doors set slightly off the building's center were recessed slightly. Over the door hung a large  
wooden sign that had the name in faded cursive letters. The second story had smaller windows  
that were not covered in shutters, but weren't in the best of condition.  
  

  "Want me to stand at the door and watch the car?" Dean's voice trembled slightly in what  
Kyle was sure was the same fear he felt.  
  
"At least until these shutters are opened up," Kyle said as the doors chimed upon opening.  
  
"Kyle?" a woman's fear-filled voice called from somewhere in the dark interior. "Is that  
you?"  
  
"Sure is, Miss Bowers," Kyle called out as he stepped through the door. "And I've  
brought my friend, Dean."  
  
"Oh, thank the gods your here!" Cindy said as a light appeared at the rear left of the shop.  
"Stay there! I'll come with the keys to the shutters. The power is still out, but I didn't want to  
open the shutters until you two got here."  
  
Kyle watched the light bob up and down as Cindy worked her way forward. Soon enough  
a petite woman of five and a half feet stepped out of the darkness. An antelope in appearance,  
she had foot long horns that thrust up out of fiery red hair along the hairline of her forehead.  
Kyle noticed very white and pale brown fur on her face and neck that turned a pale tan as he let  
his gaze fall down over the plunging neckline of the tight t-shirt she wore. Old and worn jeans  
that hugged her slender hips and long legs down to the high heeled shoes on her feet. In one  
hand was a long handled flashlight of heavy black metal. The other hand held a double barrel  
shotgun.  
  

  "Here," Cindy thrust the shotgun into Kyle's hands. With her now free hand, Cindy  
reached into a pocket of her jeans. A jingle told him she had found keys. "Stand guard here at  
the door and use that on anyone that tries to attack us or get into the shop."  
  
"Y...you want me to shoot people?" Kyle stared at her in horror as he felt the gun slowly  
slipping out of his hands.  
  
"No, honey," Cindy smiled at him as she reached up to lightly pat a cheek, "I want you to  
beat them over the head with it. I used the last of the shells just before I called you. Thankfully  
no one else has come around since then."  
  
"Oh," Kyle sighed in relief. "I...I hate guns and violence. Reminds me too much of my  
brother."  
  
"I'm sorry," Cindy said with concern. "What happened to him?"  
  
"He's a big asshole that's always picking on Kyle," Dean chuckled. "Kyle usually tends  
to be the type to just lay down and let people walk all over him."  
  
"But?" Cindy prompted when Dean didn't continue.  
  
"But when push comes to shove, I will do what I have to," Kyle answered gruffly.  
  

  "And will he," a giggly voiced woman said from a few dozen feet down the street.  
  
"Ever!" finished the matching one next to the first.  
  
Kyle, Dean and his new boss turned to find a pair of female police officers approaching  
from up the street. Kyle recognized the identical twin otters with their blonde hair and overly  
stuffed shirts. They had been the first to respond to his horrible interview at the Treslex Bar and  
Grill two months ago. Since then, everytime he'd come downtown with his mom to discuss  
things either with his lawyer at her firm or to see Detective Long at the police station, they  
seemed to be right there like a pair of overly protective sisters.  
  
"Candi! Bambi!" Kyle smiled at the buxom pair. "How are my favorite cops today?"  
  
"Finally allowed out," one started as the other finished, "on the streets."  
  
"Good thing, too," Cindy chimed in as she pulled Dean down to the nearest shutter. "Can  
you stick around for a few minutes while we open up the shutters? I've had quite the morning  
fending off straggling looters."  
  

  "Sure thing, Miss Bowers!" the pair said in unison before striking threatening poses either  
side of Kyle.  
  
Shaking his head as he looked at the one looking north and the other looking south, Kyle  
let the shotgun hang loose in one hand. No more than ten minutes later found them all inside the  
coffee house sitting around a table.  
  
"Can you even make coffee without power?" Candi asked as the twins each sat on one of  
Kyle's legs and leaned against his chest.  
  
"If the power doesn't come up soon, I'll loose everything in my fridges," Cindy lamented.  
"At least I was able to keep those damn idiots from taking anything. As freaking stupid as my  
uncle was, I'm glad his paranoia got those shutters put on."  
  
"Yeah," Dean said glumly. "Those guys across the street look to have lost everything."  
  
"A lot of people have lost," Bambi said with a nod.  
  
"Everything as well. You lucky, Cindy," finished Candi. "Well! We can't sit here all  
morning. Better hit the streets, sis."  
  
"But don't frett, Kyley-wily," cooed Bambi while twirling a strand of his hair in her  
fingers, "we'll keep all the nasty-wasty bad guys away from our little baby brother."  
  

  "Thanks, girls," Kyle squirmed as the two officers each kissed a cheek at once. "I  
appreciate it."  
  
With that, the sisters got up and sauntered out of the café. Dean grunted in disgust as  
Kyle shook his head. Cindy stayed silent for a moment, but was the first to speak. "Have they  
got the hots for you, cowboy."  
  
"Who? Me?" Kyle squirmed as he spun around to face the table. "They've just taken an  
interest in my safety. They were the first to reach me and my dad back at that bar."  
  
"Humph!" Dean grunted. "Then why were they sitting on your lap? And is that a boner  
they gave you?"  
  
Kyle gave Dean a shocked look. Then he felt his face and whole body get very warm as  
he realized everyone had known about his erection. "S...s...sorry, bro," Kyle stammered in  
embarrassment as he stared down at the table.  
  
"Are you two?" Cindy gasped before standing up quickly. "Nope! None of my business.  
Just know, that if you two are, banging in the bathroom and storeroom is strictly off limits. Go  
up to my late uncle's old apartment and use that nasty couch of his. Stairs are at the back of the  
kitchen. Don't be any longer than fifteen minutes and please, please, don't come back down  
reeking of sex. Gods above! If I can't get any, I don't want to smell it on others!"  
  

  Cindy then stalked off to the counter at the back of the café. Kyle and Dean could only  
stare after her tight jeans as those hips swayed slightly from side to side. As she started to  
straighten up and clean, Kyle looked over to Dean with a smile.  
  
"I'm sorry I'm acting so jealous," Dean sighed. "Last night was just so..."  
  
"Wonderful?" Kyle prompted his friend. "But you've got to remember that I'm gonna be  
the center of a lot of attention. My attack is getting a lot of coverage and when it goes to trial in a  
few months, you may not want to be seen anywhere near me."  
  
"I've shared you for all of these years," smiled Dean with a hesitant glance at him. "I can  
share you for as long as it takes for you to be mine and only mine."  
  
"You promise you won't go all psycho on me and my multitude of secret lovers?" Kyle  
said with as serious an expression as he could muster. He knew he failed miserably, but Dean  
wouldn't look at him.  
  
"Fuck me, fuck them, fuck whoever you want," Dean said softly. "You need to find out  
who you really are. I'm not interested in who you fuck, just as long as you end up in me."  
  

  "Will you kiss me at least?" Kyle reached out with one hand to gently pull Dean's chin up  
to look at him while he reach down with the other to slide it between the sheep's legs.  
  
"You want everyone to know you're dating a guy?" Dean kept his eyes looking down at  
the table.  
  
"Maybe they'll think you're only interested in my pussy," Kyle suggested as he leaned  
toward Dean's lips. "Either way, I don't really care at the moment."  
  
The moment Kyle's lips touched Dean's, he felt Dean's cock spring to life. As he gently  
pushed his tongue into Dean's mouth, he lightly rubbed the erection.  
  
"Bastard," Dean whispered as their lips separated.  
  
"But happy," Kyle laughed before he stood up. "I better go see if Cindy needs me to  
actually work instead of sitting here making out with my boyfriend."  
  
"Kyle," Dean grabbed his wrist. When he looked down, he saw joy in Dean's eyes.  
"You do realize you have a raging erection hanging out of your shorts. Right?"  
  
Kyle looked down to see the head of his cock poking out below the hem of his shorts.  
With a smile, he shrugged at Dean and headed toward the counter without moving to adjust  
himself. He knew that it would just excite and bother Dean even more. When he glance back, he  
found Dean's eyes glued to him and a silly grin stretched across the face..  
  

  "You are a real bastard, you know?" Cindy laughed. "Cute, but a bastard."  
  
"What? For kissing him in public?" Kyle leaned on the counter with a big, goofy smile  
of his own. "He was asking for it."  
  
"No," Cindy leaned forward and spoke softly, "for making me all wet from the sight of  
that monster in your shorts."  
  
"Wha...uh...hum...," Kyle stammered in shock as he quickly reached down to repack his  
cock into his shorts. "I'm...that is..."  
  
"No underwear?" Cindy raised an eyebrow as her smile turned into a big toothy grin.  
"You're going to give a new meaning to the phrase ‘working stiff.'"  
  
"Where do you want me" Kyle said then realized what he said. "Um...a...working?"  
  
Just then the power suddenly came on. Lights lit up, condensers in the fridges hummed,  
and various appliances clicked and chimed. In a flurry of words and hand motions, Kyle found  
himself getting instructed in the uses of each espresso machine, bean grinder, and smoothie  
maker behind the counter. Then it was restocking of bins, dispensers, and assorted other things.  
Dean was put to work sweeping up the sidewalk first followed by the inside. After sorting out  
the fridges and coolers, Dean was sent with some cash to get replacements. With Cindy back in  
the kitchen making muffins, Kyle finished up yet another attempt at complicated drink mixing.  
  

  "DING!" went the door chime just before nine thirty in the morning.  
  
Kyle put down his third double mocha caramel latte, minus the latte, of the morning.  
This one was finally drinkable. "Good morning, sir!" he said cheerfully to a male tiger dressed in  
a crumpled red shirt and khakis.  
  
"What's so good about..." the tiger grumbled until it looked up from the paper in his  
hands to look at Kyle. "You! I know you!"  
  
"Excuse me?" Kyle said, surprised at the man's reaction. "I don't believe we've met."  
  
"Your the kid on the news! The one those changelings attacked," exclaimed the tiger.  
"Yes! Yes! I'd recognize you anywhere."  
  
"Can I get you something to drink?" Kyle prompted. He hoped it would get the man off  
his current track, but it was only a faint hope.  
  
"I...I..." the tiger suddenly stammered as the newspaper fell from ready to be read to being  
held in both hands at waist level. Kyle thought he could actually see the man blush.  
  
"How about a mocha caramel expresso," Kyle suggested. "Our milk went bad before the  
power came back up, so I can't make it a latte."  
  

  "I...I'll take any cream you've got on you," answered the tiger with a slight smile. "Need  
help getting it?"  
  
It was Kyle's turn to blush. He'd never had anything of the sort said to him. As he  
glanced down at the cash register, he noticed that the man didn't hold the newspaper in front of  
him so much as to one side. With the other hand, the man was gripping a raging erection  
wrapped in those khakis. The sight gave Kyle his own erection.  
  
"You're so much nicer in person," huffed the tiger. "I'll take whatever you want to give  
me."  
  
"Three seventy," Kyle said with a gulp as he punched at the register.  
  
"Barry!" Cindy's voice made both of them jump. "What are you doing out and about  
today?"  
  
"Mu...mu...Miss Bowers!" stammered the tiger in shock as Kyle held out the change.  
  
Forgetting everything else, the tiger turned and ran out of the café. Disappearing into the  
street, Kyle could only stand and stare after the strange man. His erection hanging down out of  
his shorts, Kyle stayed facing the counter. Cindy came up with a tray of muffins for the glass  
display.  
  

  "What was that all about?" Cindy asked as she put the muffins into the case.  
  
"I'm not sure," Kyle said slowly while still staring at the door.  
  
"Hmmm," said Cindy softly as Kyle felt fingers wrap around the head of his cock. "Just  
what did happen? Whatever it was, it got the big guy all excited."  
  
"Wha? Nothing!" Kyle felt himself get flush with embarrasment. "What are you doing?"  
  
"Oh, nothing," Cindy cooed as the antelope sank to her knees beside him. He glance  
down to watch as his boss wrapped her mouth around the exposed head of his cock.  
  
"Oh shit," he muttered as he felt her tongue lap at the tip of his cock and try to push into  
his pisshole.  
  
"DING! DING!" when the door chime as three women entered.  
  
"Get up!" he hissed as he watched the women busily talked amongst themselves. Then,  
with a big smile and a move to cover his boss' horns with his apron, he called out, "Good  
morning, ladies! Welcome to the Swaggering Moose!"  
  
"Darla! Anne! Linda!" squealed Cindy suddenly from a standing position beside him.  
"By the blessed gods themselves!"  
  

  "Cindy!" all three women squealed in unison.  
  
Cindy almost ran around the counter to hug each of the women. Alone, Kyle could only  
watch since his cock was still painfully erect. To look busy, he decided to go ahead and make the  
tiger's drink in case the man reappeared. As he was finishing it up, Cindy and the women  
approached the counter. Starting the orders as Cindy rang them up, Kyle was thankful for the  
excuse to be too busy to talk. Not that it mattered since Cindy and her friends never seemed to  
stop talking.  
  
Once their drinks were made, Cindy went back to the table the women had settled at. As  
if that was a cue, Dean showed up along with about a half dozen customers. As he was busy  
ringing up orders and making them, he noticed that Cindy only glanced his way and smiled. He  
wasn't sure, but it seemed at times that the women would glance at him and giggle. As the last  
customer stepped up to the counter, he found himself facing the tiger.  
  
"Barry?" Kyle stared in surprise.  
  
"I...," started the tiger before casting eyes that Kyle suddenly noticed were different  
colors, "forgot my order."  
  

  "Been waiting for you before making it, sir," Kyle said with forced ease.  
  
The tiger merely nodded and didn't say anything as Kyle made the coffee. Even with it in  
hand, the tiger didn't speak or even look at him again. Taking the coffee, Barry turned and  
walked out of the café.  
  
"Does he ever have the hots for you," Dean chuckled next to him.  
  
"What?" Kyle jerked as if caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "I don't know what  
your talking about."  
  
"Oh please!" Dean laughed. "I recognize that look. It stares back at me in the mirror  
every morning when I think of you."  
  
Kyle felt his whole body get warm as he felt a wave of sudden and intense embarrassed  
shyness sweep over him. Not trusting his voice or his cock, he spun about and pretended to clean  
something on the back counter. Dean laughter was joined in by Cindy's and her friends.  
Positive that everyone was laughing at him, he muttered something about needing something  
before hurrying to the storeroom.  
  
"Kyle!" Dean called after him as he practically ran. "Don't...I'm sorry."  
  

  Kyle felt his eyes water up. Suppressing the urge to just bawl in horror at being so  
exposed, he instead started looking at the various things on the shelves. "I really should  
familiarize myself with what's back here, Dean."  
  
"Horseshit!" Dean said while slipping arms around Kyle's waist. "You're embarrassed  
that I noticed someone else's attraction to you."  
  
"Hey, you two!" Cindy yelled from the doorway. "Get upstairs and get washed up! We  
got about an hour before the lunch rush comes in and I don't need both of you smelling like a  
barn!"  
  
"But?" Kyle stared with that deer-in-headlights look.  
  
"I can handle things down here," Cindy smiled. "Go upstairs and use the shower in the  
bathroom in the back bedroom. The front bedroom is full of boxes which block the bathroom.  
Besides, it's right over the seating area down here and the sound of you two banging away at  
each other will embarrass both of us. Now get!"  
  
Cindy stepped out of the doorway and shooed the pair out. In short order, Kyle and Dean  
were climbing a narrow set of stairs to a small kitchen lit only be a weak ceiling fixture.  
Immaculately clean, the pair found that a small living room with an old flower print couch and  
brown plaid recliners sat across from a small fireplace with an old television set beside it. The  
first door they tried was a small room filled completely with boxes. There was only room for the  
door to open, but that was it. Then they found a closet filled with sheets and men's clothes from  
ten or more years ago. The last door led to a small bedroom with a full-size bed and single night  
stand between it and the far wall. A pair of doors on the wall opposite the bed revealed a small  
closet and a small bathroom with a shower. Clean towels were found in a cabinet over the toilet  
as well as shampoo and various other sundries.  
  

  "There isn't a blow dryer," Kyle observed as he followed Dean into the bathroom.  
  
"But we can both fit in the shower," Dean said with a cheesy grin. "Last one naked has to  
fuck the other."  
  
Kyle laughed as he watched Dean quickly flip off shoes and shirt. As the ram unbuttoned  
shorts, Kyle pulled off his own shirt and pushed his shorts down toward the floor. As he stepped  
out of them, he steadied Dean as the ram was trying to pull off sock and underwear  
simultaneously.  
  
"That's no fair!" Dean whined.  
  
"Not when I've got a hole waiting for you," Kyle whispered with a tweak to one of  
Dean's nipples.  
  
"Do I get to pick?" Dean shuddered as Kyle watched his friend's cock twitch and jerk in  
excitement.  
  
"Stick the soap in the hole you don't plan on fucking," Kyle whispered as he pushed  
Dean into the shower. "When you're finished..."  
  
Kyle couldn't finish as Dean reached up and shoved the bar of soap into his mouth. Then  
those black fingers reached down and grabbed his balls. While squeezing and fondling them  
with one hand, Dean's other hand slipped behind to find his slit. Kyle moaned as he felt first  
one, then two fingers push themselves into his pussy. The fact he had a boner at the moment  
made it much harder for Dean. Kyle had long ago explored his cock and pussy to find that the  
muscles controlling his cock's erections ran to either side of his pussy. When he was hard, those  
cock muscles tended to clamp his pussy closed.  
  

  "On your knees, my sexy cow belle," Dean ordered in a soft, but stern voice.  
  
It made the shower a bit cramped, but Kyle complied. His chest and face where pressed  
up against the wall under the shower head while his ass were pushed back toward Dean. Hot  
water struck his head and back as he felt something hard poke at his pussy while hands gripped  
each side of his hips.  
  
"Mmmm?" Kyle moaned as he realized he still had the soap in this mouth.  
  
As a response, Dean thrust that raging erection into Kyle's pussy. A sharp pain made  
Kyle growl as he bit down on the soap. A snapping sound echoed as a wet slapping sound  
followed. Dean growled and grunted as Kyle felt his friends nine inch cock push deeper and  
deeper into him with each thrust. Then Dean would pull out until Kyle's cock muscles caught  
the flared cockhead. Then it would push in deeper and deeper to a place that Kyle had never  
explored. It felt like Dean was delving into his very soul as he felt something build inside with  
every penetrating thrust.  
  
"Gods! You're pussy is so fucking tight!" Dean growled through gritted teeth. "It feels  
like you're going to pull my cock right off."  
  

  "Fuck your bitch," Kyle moaned after spitting out the pieces of soap. "Fuckin' making  
me hot!"  
  
It was starting to feel like the cock was a red hot iron. Every thrust felt like it was hitting  
some button deep inside that Kyle didn't know existed. He wanted to scream. His balls bounced  
off his cock and then off Dean. He wanted to shout. His own cock would slap noisily his belly.  
So good. So wonderful.  
  
"I can't hold it," Dean almost whined. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."  
  
"Shoot it!" Kyle yelled. "Fuckin' fill me up!"  
  
"Aaaah!" Dean cried. "Cumming!"  
  
Kyle felt Dean slam all nine inches as deep into his pussy as possible. A searing hotness  
seemed to explode inside as he felt every pulse of Dean's cum shoot up that thick cock deep  
inside of his belly. Like hitting a switch with that first load of cum, Kyle felt his balls pull up  
right before he felt his own cock explode. For what seemed like an eternity Dean's cum pulsed  
up the length of his pussy, searing his insides with a wave ecstacy, then Kyle would feel his own  
cock try to clench his pussy shut as cum shot out his own cock to noisily strike the tile. Again  
and again, in rapid succession, the two fed off each other's orgasm. Finally both sagged in  
exhaustion, the hot water cooler than when they started.  
  

  "Now for that ass," Dean muttered into Kyle's back.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/RnoYpBye
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