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Jim hawed a laugh at his friend Steve. He was always embarrassed at his longer ears and stupid mulish laugh. Most other equines got to be something cool or cute. Ponies are cute , equines are sexy , draft horses are strong, zebras are exotic, even a donkey is considered adorable. Not Jim. Nope. Mule (brutish, dumb, dull). Through and through. Thanks mom and dad.

Steve was on his back in the recliner laughing fiercely at their own joke. His wolfish paws kicked in the air as he chuckled in his lupine laugh. Jim couldn't help himself at the sight of his friend in a fit of laughter and hawed again at the end of the laugh much to the mirth of the third, Dave an older Beagle male. "Come on you guys, knock it off, or we're done here today." He chuckled. Missy didn't hesitate and started to pack up laughing.

"Heh - well Dave, it's your fault, you did say they came over the hill screaming bloody murder, and well, they did scream 'bloody murder' as loud as they could." The pure white lapine female teen chuckled. Her "uncle Dave" ran these sessions. She wasn't canine, she was adopted, but she was very cute. However Jim's eyes kept straying to his friend bent in laughter. His chuckle suddenly stilled in his throat as he eyed his friend. He'd known Steve for years, but recently he knew he was getting to be sexually interested, and it was frustrating in that he kept eying Steve, or other males this way without thinking about it. He found himself looking at the guys in the locker room, in Gym class, even in his frequent trips to the mall to just hang out with Steve and drink coffee.

"Hey, mule brains, pack it in, we're done." Steve was getting up and rapped his knuckle on Jim's nose. Jim blanched realizing he'd been staring at his friend again and began to put his game pieces, books, and papers into his backpack. He was proud of finding the dun colored pack, it matched his dun fur and mane perfectly. When he wore it with a plain white shirt and jeans, it almost looked like he was a carrier or in a type of uniform. If he added his brown cap, women kept asking who he was delivering a package for.

He'd always snigger at that one. Women found him attractive. He tried to find them attractive, but couldn't. They'd used the same line on him numerous times. He was a senior now, but already he had a full adult build. Poor Steve was still slender, and definitely the runt of his three brothers.

"I SAID do you want to go to the mall or something?" Steve punched him in the shoulder. He nodded. "Sure, I could use some coffee, all that DnD stuff takes a lot of brain power and caffeine will perk me right up." Steve nodded giving him an odd look as they headed to the mall.

**

Jim gazed around as the two sat at a table in the food court. Steve was nattering on about today's game and how much fun it was. Jim tried to do everything he could to keep his eyes on neutral objects. Not men and especially not Steve. He grunted out non-committal remarks every now and then. "So I was thinking when we do get into that orc encampment, we can have our fighters rush the fire and scatter it as quickly as possible and take out the leaders. What do you think?" "Sure." Jim nodded glancing at a sign and taking a sip of his coffee. It was everything he could do to keep his mind on something less distracting. It didn't help that the mall was filled with gorgeous males. Right now Jim kept steeling glances at a young Fox tending to a customer in a clothing store nearby. The fox had noticed him staring and had given him several small smiles.

Sound brought him back to reality. "I said then we eat their eyeballs!" Steve shouted. "Yeah, tasty." Jim replied. He realized one second to late just what it was he had said and snapped his head around. Steve was grinning toothily at him. His white fangs gleaming against his coal black fur, his "StarTrek" t-shirt hung loosely from his slender shoulders. "Distracted I see." He said turning to where Jim had been staring and smiled. "Very cute" He chuckled.

Jim whipped his brown head to the side quickly causing his ears to splay flat. Then he saw what Steve saw. It was some hot canine chick of some type making out with her boyfriend. She had a very skimpy outfit on, and her rocker Doberman boyfriend looked like he could wipe the floor with Jim AND Steve, and use their dead bodies as napkins after. He sighed in relief staring down at his coffee.

"You know I just can't...ugh!" Steve groaned. Jim whipped his head back around to see. Just beyond the couple making out was the fox in the store. Another male fox had entered and had given him a hug and a kiss and were now talking animatedly. "Disgusting. I hope you'll never be gay." Steve murmured.

Jim's chest burned and his vision swam. "What?...Why do you say that" He found his mulish ears flat against his head in equine fear. "I had a friend come out to me a year ago. Why me? I can't handle it!" He kept murmuring staring at the vulpine pair with slight snarl on his face.

"Oh." Jim said. He was burning and freezing at the same time. Shame, fear, self-hate all boiled in his blood. He shoved it all down and shook his head to clear it. He looked back, Steve was staring intently at the two foxed as they hugged one more and parted with a kiss. He could hear the growl from Steve's chest where he sat. Pure fear lanced down his spine. He quickly murmured an apology that he was late for a piano lesson and bolted out the door. Steve shouted cheerfully out back to him. "See you this weekend!"

**

Jim sat in his room staring at his playbook and character sheets. He ran his fingers over the pencil marks thinking about all the adventures he and Steve had been on in the last few years. How they had met at a coffee shop. They went to different high schools and were the same age. They even had some of the same friends. Then it turned out they both had a fondness for role playing. Then it turned out Steve's friend Melissa's uncle Dave ran a game. He'd joined up that night.

They'd gone to the games weekly ever since, and soon developed a great friendship. Steve was there for him when Jim's dad died of cancer. He'd held the mulish colt in his arms as he cried. In turn he'd been there for Steve when he'd been bullied at school. This friendship just wasn't something you threw away.

He knew he wanted to go. He'd had a lot of time to think about Steve's words. He knew his friend was probably homophobic, but it was becoming clear to Jim that he himself was gay. He found himself staring at men. Not women. He'd even realized he was more attracted to Steve more than anyone else. His slender frame, his legs, the coal black fur which shone with soft highlights, almost like an inky black mirror, and at those pure white tips on his ears. He knew this was going to be hard.

He wasn't smart and crafty like his equine mother, he was simple. He always made a simple plan and stuck to it. He sighed. He'd just never come out to his friend or anyone. He could keep a secret. Yeah...but it wasn't going to be easy.

**

Jim held his breath. He stared Steve deep in his eyes taking the sight in. He breathed out, and closed his eyes leaning forward, and let the final d6 fall from his hand. A cheer went up from the three players. Even Dave cheered. "Thirty six points of damage!" Steve shouted. Jim's eyes flew open and he stared at the final d6. All six dice sported sixes. He blew out a breath causing his forelock to fall over his left eye. He slumped back. Steve patted him on the back. That was the last one. He stared at the gaming table and the myriad of "dead" figurines on it. There was a detailed map spread out with elevations, trees, and strategic ruined walls. The battle had taken all night, and all three main characters suffered heavy damage. Jim's own fighter only had six hit points left. Less than ten percent. "Good job!" Dave enthused. "I ah, think it's getting late. We'll save the treasure for next week. That might take as long as this battle did." Jim's eyes went wide. "Was this the..."

Dave shook his head with a smirk, his brown fur framing his face. "No, this wasn't the Warlock's baggage train, but it was something very impressive. You'll have to be here to find out what it is thought. Keep the scrap sheets with your kills on them. We'll do experience points and levels then too." Dave began putting things back in boxes, and started to turn the battle field into the dining room table once again.

Steve chuckled. "Too bad we didn't get to use the bloody murder joke again." Jim nodded. He was finding it easier not to look at his friend. He'd pawed off before coming here tonight. That along with the pain he felt last week kept his mind at bay. He even felt up to a round of coffee. "So coffee?" Jim asked smirking already knowing the answer. Steve nodded as he hefted his own black back pack up. "Sure, but somewhere different." He smiled a huge canine smile.

**

"Babe's Diner?" Jim raised his eyebrows as he pulled his compact car into the lot. It was a busy Saturday night everywhere but here. Steve nodded. "Yeah, my brother Alan suggested it as a nice quiet place on Saturdays. Heh, I'll be surprised if they last a month, but he swears they've been here for thirty years." Jim nodded. He vaguely remembered his own dad talking about this place as somewhere he would go 'when he was younger.'

The two pushed open the door and found a nice quiet old style diner. Not your 1950's diner, more of a 1950's diner partially upgraded several times over the decades and left the way it was. It was a melange of everything from an old 1950's jukebox and soda fountain, to brown and orange colored booths and some type of 1980'a abstract patterned dark carped. Jim shuddered at the decor and stepped in. An older male deer in a white dress shirt and slacks informed them "sit anywhere."

They picked a booth in the back corner of the diner and sat down as a pretty young grey feline waitress brought them their menus. Jim wasn't gay but he found the feline to be very beautiful. "Woof! Pretty! Steve whispered." Jim glared at Steve with a smile. "Hey, be nice or we won't be allowed back. Remember what happened at the last place!"

Steve made a mock look of horror on his face. "Well they said it was a 'free refill endless ice cream bar." Jim rolled his eyes. "We were there for four hours and ate two gallons of ice cream. I told you they'd be mad." Steve chuckled. "Well it should have said it wasn't endless and free refill."

The waitress returned. She was wearing the same drab white shirt and slacks the manager had on, but to Jim they looked much better on her. They hugged her wider hips and breasts. She also had a light lilac perfume. "I'll have some apple pie and coffee please." Jim smiled pleasantly up at her. She smiled back. He thought he could almost hear a purr come from her. "And you?" She said writing Jim's order down. Steve was leaning forward with his chin on his hand. He was drooling and staring. Actual drool rolled down the corner of his mouth much to Jim's horror. He wasn't fast enough to stop his friend.

"You?" He quipped. The waitress chuckled. "That's sweet, but I meant, what do you want to eat?" Jim put his head in his paws and groaned. This was not going to be good.

"Same answer..." Steve all but purred himself. Jim glanced through his fingers at the waitress. He could just detect a faint blush in her ears. Then he heard the hoof beats coming over. "What is it you want young man?" The manager huffed. He was older, and a little pudgy, but he could still throw them out. Steve coughed in his hand once. "Sorry sir, I'll have what he's having." Steve chuckled. As he did the waitress chuckled as she walked off. The manager glared once more but walked off.

Jim pulled his head out of his hands and glared at Steve. "Smooth."

**

The night passed slowly. They'd each only had one piece of pie, but both had several cups of coffee, and even though there were "free refills" both insisted on paying the ninety-nine cents per cup price. They nursed their coffee, and were low maintenance to the restaurant. After a couple of hours the manager left them alone.

A while later the two had started in on a long winded discussion as to which rule system was better. The newer DnD system or one of the older ones. Jim was waxing eloquent on the basis that physics and reality play more than a small role of chance in the newer system and therefore were....

When the waitress walked up with another. This one was a tigress. Where the previous waitress "Stacy" was house feline, the new one was pure tigress. Jim gulped. He actually found her very attractive. For once a female made him feel that way and he was getting confused. She was about as tall as he was, well muscled, wide of hips, and breasts, and had her eye fixed on his. He swallowed and lowered his arm and spoon with which he'd been gesticulating to make a point.

"Um, guys, this is Mary. I have to help close up, she'll serve you while I'm gone." Stacy smiled. Jim's eyes were caught in the tigresses' yellow ones. "What will you have?" Stacy turned to leave. Jim stammered a few seconds. Steve chuckled. "I think he'll have the same as me."

"Coffee!" Jim shouted. "Just, er, coffee." Mary smiled and turned to get him his coffee. He found his eye following the swishing black and yellow tail.

Chuckling brought him back. It was Steve. "Smooth."

Jim bared his teeth and gave him an equine snarl. "Ooooh I'm soooo scared of the little pony." Steve mocked still laughing. "Shut up dog breath." Jim leered.

Just then Mary returned with the coffee and placed it down in front of Jim. She smiled warmly at him, and for one second put her hand on his shoulder, before she turned to leave.

"Oh man! She wants you! Jim what do we do!?" Jim opened and closed his mouth several times. "What!?" "I said she wants you, and look!" Steve handed Jim a folded napkin. "Mary slipped this to me as she left and you were caught in Mary's eye." It was a simple message. "We're closing. Wanna join us at our place?"

Jim began to shake. He was beginning to see what was going to happen. He was going to go with Steve. They were going to "just go for some more coffee" and then...things would happen. "Dude - this is never going to happen again in a million years" Steve harshly whispered.

Suddenly all the fear, self-hate, and self-doubt came crashing into Jim's mind. "I -" He shook violently. "Jim?" Steve looked concerned. Jim realized his fur was almost standing on end, and he must look violently frightened. "I -" He couldn't get anything out. Suddenly a very soft paw was on his shoulder and he herd the deep rumble. "So, would you and Steve like to join -"

"I HAVE A DENTIST APPOINTMENT IN THE MORNING. HAH! GOTTA GO!" Jim shouted as he bolted out the door. He got to his small car, fumbled with the key, got it started and roared out of the parking lot.

**

Several Years Later

** Jim sat across from Steve at the diner. It was the same diner, but new owners. Babe's was a landmark in this town and would probably outlive him. Jim was shaking again but he was better at covering it up this time. A middle aged waitress came and got their order of pie and coffee. Steve chuckled, smoothing out the creases in his suit. "Well, he we are again." Steve chuckled. Jim hawed a laugh out of nerves. "Yeah." Remember that night you bolted out of here?" Jim nodded. "Yeah I do." Steve laughed. "Poor Mary was upset, and Stacy wouldn't even look at me. I think they were both more interested in you." Jim chuckled. "It happens." He shrugged. His own grey suit was wrinkling in the slightly humid diner's air.

Jim had finished college locally for a business degree and had gotten a job at Smith and Jones doing accounting. Steve had done the same, but had gotten a job with them as architect since that was his degree. Neither had talked about that night since. They both met for years playing DnD, or just hanging out for coffee. They both always swore that some day they'd come here and reminisce. Today had been that day. They'd made plans, and met here after work.

There was another reason Jim was here though. In the booth next to theirs was his good friend Tim. Tim was a bull. A gay Hereford Bull. Jim had met him in college in the local LGBT group. He'd heard Jim's story and had urged him to come out for the last several years. Finally just before graduation he had, to his mom and sister. They had accepted him and all three had a good cry. Now, Jim couldn't put it off any longer. He'd been fearful of this one day all his life. He knew he wouldn't be able to follow "a simple plan" of staying quiet about who he was if he was ever going to have a good stable normal life. He'd have to come out to Steve. His best friend, and face the difficulties.

Steve was giving him an odd look. They'd been friends for almost ten years now. They could read each other by heart, and Jim knew there was no backing out. Steve sighed and put down his fork. "Jim, what is it, you know you can tell me anything?" He said bringing his coffee up for a sip. Jim waited for Steve to finish his sip. He did not want to wear two parts coffee, one part milk, and one part sugar. He felt his face flush and a burning in the pit of his stomach. He took a deep breath and breathed out one simple phrase.

"I'm gay."

"Yeah? So? I know that."

Jim's eyes flew open and suddenly he felt simply drained. He slumped in his seat putting his head in his hands. "You...what?"

"I said, I know. What? Did you think I was some type of homophobe that would beat you to a pulp?" Steve chuckled. "Sorry, not me pal. It takes forever to get the stench of blood out of my fur."

"B-ut" Jim sobbed once running his hand through his mane as a tear came to his eye. "But - that day in the mall, those fox guys...what you said?" Steve looked confused. "What I said? I didn't say anything."

Jim shuddered remembering the day. "There were two vulpine males who kissed each other. You said 'Disgusting. I hope you'll never be gay.'" Jim sobbed. Then....th-en when I asked you "What?...Why do you say that" Y-you snarled and said. "I had a friend come out to me a year ago. Why me? I can't handle it!" Steve's face became one of shock. He looked ready to pass out. He took a deep breath.

"Y-you heard that? I thought I was talking to myself....about...about."

Suddenly Jim sat bolt upright realizing what he was hearing. "You weren't just talking TO yourself, or to me were you Steve?" Jim wiped the tears away from his face. He reached one hand across the table to his friend. "You were talking ABOUT yourself."

Steve reached out, and nodded. Tears began to run down his black fur. Suddenly Jim stood and pushed his way over to his friend and took him in his arms cradling him. He looked over. Tim was standing over him "You two going to be ok?" Jim nodded. "I think so." The bull nodded once and turned to leave. "Thanks Tim."

**

Jim opened the door and flicked the light on to the apartment, setting his keys down next to the door. He helped Steve in to the couch to sit. They were both emotionally drained. They had talked for hours after that moment. Steve was gay, and knew he was gay, and was afraid what would happen if he'd come out. His friend who had come out had been beaten to death. Jim barely remembered the news story. It was years ago now, and maybe only a year or so before he'd met the wolf.

Years of being tortured by his brothers had caused him a lot of grief and self-loathing. Then as they had walked up to Jim's apartment. Steve had told him the story of meeting a nice Zebra in class in college one day. The two had met up and had some fun.

Steve leaned back into the couch sighing and taking his coat off, tossing it on the floor. "He was beautiful. There...there just wasn't anything I could do, I....I kept thinking about you." Jim froze. "Every time I kissed him I saw your smiling face, or your long slender ears, that strong neck or those powerful hands. God, did you ever realize how sexy you were?"

Jim shot Steve a look. "What?"

Steve chuckled and watched as Jim took his own jacket off, the broad mule shoulders straining the fabric. "Heh, guess not. Well you are. It was so hard to be around you. Then that night with those waitresses I knew I had my chance with you. We'd go to their place, I'd kiss you, and I'd see if you wanted to do anything with me. Then....you bolted."

Jim worked his mouth a few times.

"A fucking Dentist appointment on a Sunday morning? Seriously that was what you came up with?" I put two and two together, and I came up with four. But I have a feeling the answer wasn't to the right question."

Jim sat down next to Steve and realized the shorter wolf was only a head shorter than him these days. He'd finally grown a little in college. "What was the right question Steve?" Jim slipped his broad arm around the lupine shoulders and felt Steve lean into his shoulder a little.

"Why did you run? Was it because of me?" Steve whispered. Jim nodded. It was Steve's turn to cry. Jim was confused for a second. "Steve....I only ran because I was afraid you'd kill me if I tried anything with you....why are you crying?"

"What?" Steve looked just as confused, his brow knotted in confusion. "But...I'm a runt...skinny...the"

Jim stopped that before it could get started. He leaned down and pressed his soft lips against the lupine next to him. He kissed him with harsh fervor and passion, holding Steve to him as tight as he could. Slowly Steve returned the kiss with as much passion as he realized the mule felt for him the same thing he felt for the mule. Slowly Jim pulled away.

"No. You're handsome, witty, charming, and my best friend, and sexy as fuck. I was scared you'd hate me forever. I - - I think we were both wrong." Steve nodded. He reached up to his own shirt and began plucking the buttons down. Jim held his breath as he watched Steve slowly strip next to him. He drank the sight in with his eyes as a starving man does a grand buffet. The soft dark fur on his chest was slightly ruffled. Two pure black fleshy nubs marked the sight of his nipples. He admired the tone Steve had added to his arms doing cardio and weights over the years. He wasn't bulky, he was built for speed and hunting. Soon the shirt joined the jacket on the floor. Steve's chest and abs were well defined and lead down to perfectly defined Adonis lines.

Jim heard a chuckle and felt a finger close his chin for him. "Now YOU'RE drooling." Steve nuzzled him under his chin tenderly.

"Steve....I....I'm a virgin." Jim whispered. Steve gaped at him. "Really?" Jim nodded sadly. "Well, it isn't like I've done much more than jack off with some friends..." Steve chuckled. "Well, it's more than I've ever done." Jim replied sarcastically.

"Pffff! You're just delaying. Shirt off." Steve crossed his arms and gave a mock snarl to his best friend. The mule stuck out his tongue, but began to unbutton his shirt. He'd always loved to match clothing to his coat to make it look as if it was a blended part of his body. It made the plainness look more alluring. Today he'd matched his tie to his coat making it almost look like his shirt was open.

Steve watched as Jim's shirt slowly slid down. Then his eyes widened. Jim was well built sure enough; his chest was broad, and well corded with muscle. His shoulders were clearly defined. What caught Steve's eye were the markings.

Jim studied Steve's face as he continued to slide his shirt down. He'd had himself branded the first year in college after a friend had been beaten until he was a paraplegic for being gay. He'd had done at one of the LGBT parties he'd been to. It wasn't a sanctioned one of course as there was plenty of beer there, and he'd been adamant on being branded.

"If they brand us with hate, we brand ourselves with Pride!" He'd shouted to cheers. A few people had followed him. Marked clearly on his upper chest was:

NO FEAR

S. U.

L.G.B.T

It was highly stylized in a western theme. The "SU" looked almost an old-western style brand. He'd also had a few other brands added. Two on his upper shoulders; one made Steve blush. It was a wolf head. The other was a bull head.

Finally Jim sat with his shirt off. Steve reached out and drew his fingers across the equine chest. "You - did this?" Jim nodded. "Yes. On purpose. Yes I was drunk, but I would never take it back, ever." Suddenly Steve saw the wolf head on the right shoulder. He swallowed. He knew that face anywhere. He saw it stare surly at him in the mirror every day. You couldn't miss the ear tips. He locked eyes with Jim giving him a look. Jim just smiled sheepishly and nodded.

Jim gasped as the wolf threw himself into his equine arms the lupine wrapped his around his neck as he kissed him furiously, both of their cheeks turning wet from glad tears. Soon the kiss began to turn a little more desperate. The two had been best friends for years, but had never been very macho and had held their feelings back. Now that all barriers were down, that part of those parts of their friendship was coming out, and in different ways than it would between two straight guys.

"Heh - figured you for a bottom!" Steve chuckled trying to pin Jim down. Jim snorted and easily just picked the wolf up over his broad shoulder and carried him swiftly to the bedroom chucking him on the bed. He stood above him for a few seconds, and snorted again. He reached down and began to unbuckle his pants. Steve lost all of his bravado for a second as he finally saw what his eyes were seeing. That wasn't a crease running down the pant leg, or a billowing part of the fabric. That was Jim's cock. He gave one very soft whimper. Jim hooked his thumbs between his waist and pants and slid them down quickly, stepping his broad hooves out neatly.

Again Steve had to stare. Not at the cock, but at the brands. There were four lines running straight across Jim's broad muscular hips. Smaller brands were next to them. He peered at them and could just make our two sets of words. On one side was "place hands here" and on the other was "hold on tight."

Steve looked up. Jim was blushing. "Ok, I stand corrected. You might at least be a vers." Jim stuck his tongue out at him. Steve went back to admiring the sight in front of him. The mule was muscular and well built. He was broad of shoulder and chest. His hips well defined, and his legs held no fat. His eye was finally drawn to the member hanging between the two dun colored thighs. A black and pink mottled cock hung there limply, slowly pulsing with the blood steadily pumping into it. Steve whimpered louder this time.

"Um...you may be a virgin, but as a bottom so am I....I don't think that's going to fit." He couldn't help himself and kept staring at it. It was a good 12 inches long flaccid. It had a very prominent medial ring, and Steve could not imagine just how much bigger that flare could get, but it would be impressive.

Jim nickered a little. He did it very rarely. Sometimes he'd fall into a typical humiliating mulish he-haw at the end of it. Not this time. "Oh I am a virgin, but I have very good teachers." Jim chuckled. "When I got these brands, the guys noticed what I was packing and gave me some tips, pointers, and lessons to do. Let's just say I earned every one of these marks. I didn't fuck anybody to get them, but I had to demonstrate I knew what I was doing. Talk about learning to not be shy! Tim, my friend from the diner and the LGBT was the one. Don't worry. It will fit. In that I can assure you."

Jim knelt down so he was equine to lupine face with Steve. He stared deep into those golden eyes and breathed in the wolf scent. It made him shudder instinctively. He reached forward and cupped Steve's cheek. "Someday I knew I'd find someone special to do it with, and I wanted to be sure to not....not do to them what Tim did to his. Let's just say he recovered after a while. He was hurt pretty bad, and all because Tim didn't know what to do."

Steve leaned his cheek into Jim's paw and nodded. They resumed their kissing. Slowly Jim crawled into the huge king-sized reinforced bed he owned and began slowly kissed Steve. Their passions slowly returned. Steve moaned into the equine maw as he felt Jim's thicker tongue dominate his. He shivered at that. He then raked his claws gently down Jim's side to the marks on his hips, softly flexing them into the flesh. Not enough to pierce skin to make their presence known. He felt the moan come from Jim's muzzle as something wet leaked onto his belly. He looked down. Jim was hard. Very hard. The head had a huge flare on it, and the girth was incredibly thick at the base. Near the tip it was much less so, but that flare would be a challenge. He slowly rubbed his fingers over it marveling at how fleshy and soft it was.

Steve yelped a little as Jim's fingers found his own cock. People had teased him on his size since he was small. He didn't care though as he was a grower. And growing it was. He felt Jim chuckle and moan beneath him. Steve's cock continued to grow as it slowly filled out and then slipped from his sheath. He was no equine, but he could give some of the bigger canine's a run for their money.

"Hrm, I'll try that out for later!" Jim chuckled taking his lips off of Steve who just shrugged and chuckled. "Later yes, I'm going to try that first." Steve said sliding down to Jim's flared head. He scented Equine and cum in front of him, pungent and slightly nutty. He lapped at the tip and was met with a huge clear glob of it as it leaked out of the slit. He moaned at the taste. He'd never tasted pre before, not even his own. He began to suckle eagerly on the huge cock in front of him. "Ah! Easy!" Jim pulled Steve off. "Heh, not so rough pup. It's sensitive." Steve chuckled and went back to work. He could only get the huge flare (barely) into his mouth, but worked what he could with a passion. Every moan, and equine nicker elicited from Jim was a badge of honor for him. He'd wanted his dun equine friend from the moment he saw his curious long brown ears enter the coffee shop that night so long ago.

Breathlessly he pulled off, savoring the mouthful of pre. He found his own hand on a very leaky wolf cock below him. He chuckled for a second. Suddenly Jim kneeled up. Steve felt his ears go flat. He stared at Jim and whimpered. Jim moved fast for all of his bulk, and suddenly he had reached down and wrestled Steve onto his back and was holding him up so his ass was about a foot off the bed. Steve struggled for a moment until he felt warm breath on his balls.

"Ah...Jim?"

An equine snort was his only answer. Jim drank in the sweat in front of him, marking it in his memory. He'd smelled faint traces of Steve over the years, but not the real stuff from the tap. Steve squirmed a second time.

"Um...Jim wh....oh....ahhh.. Oh!"

Steve had nothing else to say as a wet warmth enveloped his balls and taint. He felt the thick equine tongue bathe him gently. He felt himself shift so that his legs were over Jim's broad shoulders and he shifted so that Jim could get better access.

The mule obliged him by taking him up on his offer. Suddenly Steve's mind went blank as sensations were fed to it by his rump. He felt the thick equine tongue bathe his ass wetly. He closed his eyes and just moaned feeling the warming and soft sensations enveloping him. Suddenly one of his eyes opened in confusion as he felt pressure work on his ring. He had no time to respond when the thick tongue finally entered him.

Steve may have been a virgin, but he'd had an imagination, and later some toys. No huge ones, but the sensations being fed to him by his body were very different. These were more visceral and primal urges that filled him. He felt himself snarl a little and growl deep in his chest with pleasure. No mere silicone or rubber could do THIS to him. He could almost feel the pine breeze on him as he'd kneel in a field, letting his mate take him.

He writhed as Jim's tongue worked deeper. His hot breath bathed the wolf's lower half. There was a brief partial whinny fallowed by a mulish "haw!" as Jim eagerly ate at him. Steve shoved a fist in his mouth. He didn't want to laugh. It was the most adorable sound he'd ever heard his friend make. And he'd made it because of him. Steve felt a wave of love fill him.

Suddenly thought Steve yelped. Jim had found his nut deep inside him and had assaulted it with no mercy. He yelped again sounding like a whipped puppy. He was full of pleasure though as his cock began to dump huge amounts of pre onto him which leaked down his sides. He quickly brought some up and tasted his own. He'd never bothered to do that before. Tonight was a night of quite a few firsts. He marveled at his own taste. Salty and tangy. He wished he could bottle it and quickly found himself taking another taste. An empty feeling inside of him signaled that Jim had noticed a change and had come up for air to see what was going on.

"Hrm, any good?" He asked. Steve proffered a slicked up hand. Jim seized his wrist in his thick hands and brought it to his muzzle, keeping his eyes locked on Steve. He licked eagerly at it. His eyes went wide. "Yes it is."

"Hrm, well I think it'll reach and fit!" Jim winked at Steve who watched the Mule's impish expression. He could feel Jim shifting under him and suddenly his rear was full of slicked mule fingers.

"Jiiiim!? Ahhhhhh!!! Shoulda....a......waaarned me!!!" He stammered his eyes lidded closed for only a second as warmth met his cock head. The tapered tip slipped slowly between the thick equine lips, the soft nose hairs tickling as it slid in to the base. Steve whimpered in pleasure "Ooooooh my...."

Soon Jim was sucking and bobbing on Steve's cock as if he'd done that all his life, and as if it was now his only purpose. Steve couldn't concentrate on anything. His tongue hung out of his maw and he panted and whined his pleasure out for the world to hear. Jim didn't give a damn to what his neighbors thought. He kept suckling. He felt Steve's knot slowly grow with each bob. He began to slow his ministrations. Steve writhed beneath him. Soon the knot was the size of a large grapefruit. Jim desperately wanted to see what it felt like to tie, but not tonight.

Keeping his lips firmly on Steve's engorged cock, and aimed his well slicked flared head up to the battered wolf's rear. It slowly slid in. He'd been as gentle and as rough as he could. He'd done as Tim had told him.

"Make them think about anything other than what might possibly be pain. Keep their mind as far away as to what is going to happen, and they'll open for you a lot easier."

Steve's eyes went wide as he suddenly realized he'd just taken a good portion of Jim's cock without effort. He saw stars as that huge flare brushed passed his sweet spot. Increased suckling on his cock indicated he'd shot a huge amount of pre into his lover.

He leveraged his head up to look at his friend's face. The mule's eyes were half lidded in pleasure, his huge arms bunched with muscles as he rose and lowered Steve down on his cock. With each thrust he could feel the equine cock thicken more and more. Steve's eyes widened as again and again he felt himself assaulted by a very large flared cock head.

"Fuuck....Jim....what.....how........oooooh" He moaned. He reached up with shaking hands and gently rubbed those slender velvet ears, teasing and caressing them. He heard Jim whimper beneath him and felt the cock flare hugely, blossoming right against his sweet spot. Steve howled. He reached over, and roughly pulled Jim's grasping hands off of his sides, and he slid down to the medial ring. Jim bent almost double and finally got the huge knot between his front teeth. He scraped just once.

"ahhhHHHHHHH!" Steve howled his pleasure a second time as he shot his first volley deep into Jim's throat.

Jim instinctively thrust forward and grunted, his first shot slamming home, painting Steve's insides with thick mule cum. Steve reached out, found Jim's armpits bellow him, gripping them with shaking paws, and hauled himself down, getting the massive medial ring inside his abused rump, the fresh cum acting as natures lube. He felt it stretch him for a second and he slid in a good four inches as he shot a second volley into Jim's maw. Soon Jim pulled off of his cock and thrust deeply into Steve snorting hugely. Steve cried again as the medial roughly assaulted his nut a second time and he lost himself in orgasm. He shot rope after rope of thick tangy wolf cum over himself as he finally lay flat on the bed. One volley landed in the hollow of his throat. Wave aver wave, shot after shot enveloped him.

Jim Let out a huge equine whinny followed by his mulish bray. His hips slammed home again and again into his wolf. He could feel streams of his cum leak out of the poor lupine. His braying finally grew weaker and finally stopped as he slumped down, his coat thick with sweat, foam, and wolf cum. He found himself now only half impaled on Steve. He laid there for a few seconds before falling to his side huffing deeply.

"God." Jim said.

"Yes?" Steve chuckled.

"Ass." Jim nickered.

"No, that's you...you said I'm God!" Steve chuckled again.

"Yeah, well I own your ass now. And don't forget it." Jim thrust deep into his wolf just once for emphasis.

"Unhg! Ok ok...yes....you do....for now." Steve nuzzled against the crook of Jim's neck. I'm sorry it took us this long to do this. Or at least talk to each other about our feelings.

"Jim whickered and flushed at the soft "haw" that ended it. Steve finally chuckled.

"What?" Jim asked indignantly. The wolf cleared his throat and nuzzled his mule. "That....is the cutest sound I have ever heard."

"Heh, well. Get used to 'em, you haven't heard half of 'em yet." Jim laughed.

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