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Ward stared out the window, watching the rain fall. Outside, a few miles away and less than an hour ago, was where the football game was supposed to begin. A surprise downpour turned the park field into a slurry of mud and slippery grass. Everyone disbanded, leaving the way they came. Ward rode back with Jordan, hoping to salvage some fun out of the ruined day.

Both Ward and Jordan were supremely built fellows, like a pair of muscle anatomy studies come to life. In the strip club where they worked, Nature Calls, they were not so unique; the club employed dozens more examples of masculinity, all in a variety of species and demeanor.

Of the two of them, Jordan the black ram was a more common and arguably popular specimen at the club. He was one of the famed strippers whom delighted in showing off his muscular ass and fat, cut cock while crowds fawned over him. Part of what made him such a well-liked stripper was his cool, silver gaze; he had bedroom eyes.

Ward worked in a much more lax position than Jordan. Several stripping gigs had been offered to him in the past, but he stayed behind the counter, polishing glasses, serving drinks, and sometimes acting as an impromptu security guard when the designated ones weren't available. Ward was a very exotic reptilian species, a Machoke, and that alone often drew patrons people to the bar. Guests who had never seen a Pokemon wanted to meet and touch him. And in some cases, they were allowed to do a lot more if Ward was in the mood.

Jordan touched Ward's arm and startled him out of his contemplation. Chuckling under his words, the ram asked, "You okay, dude?"

"Eh, yeah." Ward drummed his fingers on the windowsill, then turned and forced a smile. "Just not my thing, being cooped up like this. I spend enough of my work day in one spot." His smile became a sincere grin when he added, "At least you get to twist and show off your junk while you do it."

The ram laughed and clapped Ward on the shoulder. "You ought to give it a try sometime, the brass thinks you'd be a hit on the pole." He drifted away from Ward and into the kitchen which featured a full bar, stocked with liquor. Ward rolled his eyes at the sight of it, but seated himself when Jordan suggested he do so.

"Looks like you live to party," Ward slyly remarked.

Jordan smiled and took two glasses down from the cupboard. He poured Ward some bourbon, and then some for himself. "Guess I just don't get enough of the good times at work."

The studs threw back their drinks together. They were both so massive that such a tiny amount of liquor did nothing beyond burn their throats, but the Machoke sighed pleasantly. "Good stuff. Now what?"

Briefly Jordan sank into thought, appearing as vacant as Ward had before the dreary window. He stared right through Ward. Suddenly his eyes came into focus, and he smiled coyly. "We could play some Madden."

"Come on, video games?" Ward chuckled, idly looking at the etching on his glass.

"Or we could work out and spot for each other."

"If I'm gonna exercise," Ward sternly said, "it's either gonna be outdoors with a ball, or up against another man who I can kiss and plow."

Jordan grinned big and toothy. He slapped his palms down on the bar, fingers splayed wide. "I was getting to that one."

Ward laughed and started around the bar. Jordan headed him off, leading him out the way they came and upstairs into the bedroom. "Up here, hot stuff. Just got me a new mattress a week ago, we're gonna christen this bitch."

That Jordan had a modest little bedroom without a bondage rack or a stripper pole meant nothing to Ward. He had simple tastes, and they were exemplified best when he snapped the ram up from behind, startling a bray from him. The Machoke grumbled sordidly, pressing his loins up to the sheep's toned rear. Jordan crooned and gyrated his fine ass, already able to feel the distinct bulk of Ward's meat.

"Damn, dude," Jordan laughed. The noise was nearly a giggle. "I'm all yours, just--, just totally."

"As if I needed to hear it," said Ward, nudging the ram away.

Of his own volition, Jordan twisted around at the edge of the bed and shimmied out of his sweat pants. There wasn't anything underneath them to get in the way, just a long, semi-hard cock with a bared glans and big, black balls underneath it.

"Nice cock," the Machoke growled. He dragged his tongue across his lips and stepped closer to the ram with tented shorts.

Jordan sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned Ward even closer, then firmly nuzzled the Machoke's dense crotch. The earthy scent of the Pokemon's musk was an oddity to Jordan but he found that he loved it. Moaning quietly, he pulled down Ward's shorts, exposing a sweat-stained jockstrap pulled dramatically taut.

"Nice jock," Jordan chuckled, leaning close and tugging it downward. As he expected, Ward's penis sprung up and bopped his chin. Jordan flinched and gasped. "Bi-i-ig... Christ, dude."

Not only was Ward well-hung, but he was uncircumcised too. Jordan lifted the sweaty flesh, which was nearly fully erect. He gripped and pushed toward the Pokemon's pelvis, retracting the foreskin. As soon the slippery pink knob was exposed, Jordan gave it a kiss. "Tastes so good... But something's missing."

Ward chuckled slyly. "Rubbers. The company policy."

"We're not even on the property, though," Jordan protested, rubbing his nose against Ward's shaft. He nuzzled it nowhere in particular.

"True, but hey," the Pokemon shrugged, "they've kinda grown on me."

Jordan caved, but with a petulant huff. He flopped sideways on the bed and reached into the nightstand. While the ram searched, Ward stepped out of his bottoms, then tugged the ram's sweat pants off the rest of the way. "Nice fat prick you got here," Ward lowly commented.

As he let out another borderline giggle, Jordan finally found his stash of condoms. He sat up, passing one off to Ward, and they rolled the prophylactics on. "Fruity Sensations, that's what the box said," Jordan dryly remarked. His cock was sheathed in bright yellow latex, the color of a canary. Ward's rubber turned out to be a succulent red hue. "Let's find out if it's true!"

"I just prefer that greasy dick flavor, myself," Ward shrugged, presenting his member to the ram again, "but I get told I'm stuck in my ways."

Another laugh from Jordan, but it was much more masculine. He clutched the Machoke's penis and leveled its tip with his nose only to stare down it like the barrel of a gun, then suddenly took it into his mouth. He moaned as the Pokemon's thick, latex-wrapped rod depressed his tongue and ground into his palate. The flavor of cherries briefly disoriented him, then he remembered the gimmick. He ended up tuning out the flavor, finding the musky stink of Ward's loins considerably more pleasurable. While the shaft filled out his maw, he slid his hands around the Pokemon's hips and held his ass firmly.

Ward let out a huff and wrapped his fingers around Jordan's horns. It seemed as if the ram were used to them being held like handlebars, but in reply he squeezed sharply on the Pokemon's behind. The cheeks were incredibly taut and lightly dewy from sweat, as if exuding their own massage oil. Jordan was all too happy to fondle their muscular shapes.

Though Ward welcomed Jordan's fondling and allowed it at its given pace, he was impatient for a real blowjob. Grinning smugly, he pushed and pulled on the ram's horns, forcing him to bob. Other flourishes like twisting and sucking came of the ram's own accord, but Ward dictated the pace of the bobbing. "That's what I'm talking about," he snickered. "More men need handlebars."

Hearing that line every time he sucked a dick should have been cloying to Jordan, but he never got tired of it. Yet in spite of being happy to have horns to hold onto, he was not quite as submissive as his penchant for giggling would have made him seen. Making his desires most obvious was the way he slid his strong fingers between Ward's ass cheeks. He rubbed the pucker between them and then along the Machoke's sweaty taint; Ward grunted and clenched his anus.

"And just what the hell do you think you're doing down there?" Ward demanded, though he sported a big grin.

After defying the Pokemon's grasp and popping off of his cherry-flavored dick with an intentional smack of his lips, the ram finally said, "I was gonna finger your ass. Who doesn't like a finger up his butt?"

"I don't," Ward puffed. "But a tongue, hey," he laughed.

Jordan grinned up at Ward and suddenly clapped both hands down on the Pokemon's hard ass. The smack tore through the quiet room and Ward gasped, bucking his meat against the ram's snout.

Snickering almost maliciously, Jordan palmed the Pokemon's fine ass then forced him to turn. "Let's see that tight little butthole, 'cause I'm gonna tonguefuck you until I hit your tonsils, dude."

Just as Jordan tended to let his submissive side show, Ward did the same when he slightly inclined and put his hands on his knees. The hide of his ass was presented to the ram, and as if the presentation weren't obvious in its implication, Ward growled, "Eat me, baby."

Slurping his lips lustfully, Jordan pulled apart Ward's cheeks and crammed his snout between them. Rich Machoke musk assaulted his nostrils; he drew it in by taking deep breaths through his nose and immediately put his tongue to wet, sloppy work on the Pokemon's winking anus. The more he slobbered across it, the harder and faster it winked, sometimes outright clenching down as the Machoke himself grunted and even cooed. The reservoir of Ward's rubber was starting to bloat and dangle, getting thick with pre.

It took Jordan little time to outright thrust his strong tongue into the Pokemon's asshole. As he speared the ring open, Ward let loose a loud groan. He gripped his knees and wiggled his ass back against the ram's face. "Aw, fuck, that's the stuff."

Chuckling fondly against his friend's hard ass, Jordan relentlessly tongued the Pokemon. He thrust it in deeper and deeper, stretching the rectal walls just barely, for his tongue was so malleable that it was less threatening than a pinky finger.

Puffing and crooning, Ward clenched hard on the ram's tongue. He reached down and gave his member a few strokes, but no more than that; the last thing he wanted to fuck was his own fist.

"Hey, hey - we can do this gay ass-eating stuff later," he puffed.

Reluctantly (in spite of how tired his tongue was), Jordan eased off. He held apart he Machoke's cheeks a moment longer just to admire the damp hole he was abandoning. "Heh, can we? What, do you wanna go play some video games now?" he incredulously asked.

"Ugh, no," Ward snapped. He pulled away from the ram then twisted around to face him. Suddenly sporting a smirk, he pointed at the bed and said, "Fuck your video games. Face down, ass up."

"Ah, shit," Jordan said with a laugh. He dug back into the nightstand and quickly found what he was after. He tossed his find at Ward and the Machoke deftly caught it: a bottle of lube. "Be generous, your dick's a real monster, dude," Jordan reverently said, flopping onto the bed. Just as Ward demanded, the ram presented himself face down and ass held high, his muscular cheeks waiting beneath a stubby tail.

Swaggering up to the bed, Ward said to the ram, "Lookit you offering it up like that. You're a real ass slut, huh?"

"I like it up the butt from time to time," Jordan nonchalantly replied. The Machoke laughed.

Ward knelt on the bed behind his quarry. On a whim, he dropped the lube on the bed and suddenly, viciously smacked both palms down on the ram's ass. Jordan shrieked, but it shifted into a moan, and kept going and warbling when Ward rubbed the reddened cheeks.

"Fuckin' ass slut," Ward tightly, emphatically said. Like Jordan had done to him but so much more roughly, Ward yanked apart the ram's cheeks and bared his anus. It was the slightest bit swollen and a very hot pink in shade not unlike pussy flesh. The Machoke recognized it as the anus of somebody who enjoyed regular anal sex, either from real dicks or toys, and probably of a large caliber. Snickering at being proved completely right, Ward dragged his tongue once over the ram's taint and asshole, then hawked and spat on it.

"Uhh, shit," Jordan very quietly said. "Guilty as charged, okay? Just use more than a little drool, I'm not that good!"

The Machoke laughed and took a moment to bongo a quick riff on Jordan's reddened cheeks. "Just playing with what's mine. Don't worry, I'll get your fuckhole good and slick..." Ward did exactly that with a minimum of showmanship. He used two lubricated digits to ream out and slick the ram's ass, going at him like so for barely more than two minutes before he impatiently slathered his penis with more of the stuff.

Grumbling in his sexual way, Ward gripped his fat cock and pushed its bulged reservoir against the ram's anus. Actually entering the ring with his cock wasn't very difficult; but getting the filled slack of the condom to go inside required the use of a finger. Upon feeling that dangling, thick hanger-on pushing into him, Jordan whimpered into the bedspread. It was a sound of utter pleasure.

As Ward expected from the puffiness of the ram's asshole, Jordan took his meat without a hitch. Better than fourteen inches of throbbing, uncut Pokemon cock disappeared into the ram as if his ass were limitless in its depth. Jordan's rectal walls were wonderfully taut, and his prostate was being ground upon. He puffed and shuddered into the bed.

"Real talk here," Ward firmly said, holding Jordan by the hips. "Can you handle me if I just fuck the shit outta you?"

After a deep breath, Jordan answered, "Mmhmm. Plow me."

"Really startin' to feel glad it decided to rain on us," Ward snickered, pulling it back. That withdrawal was fairly slow; he was still testing the ram out. But when he had less than four inches inside the big sheep, he bit his lip and mashed it back home. His hips collided with Jordan's black ass and the ram bleated.

Just like that, Ward built up a rhythm. He doubled over and pushed his palms into Jordan's shoulders as bounced his pelvis against that hard ass with both speed and brutality, over and over again. The reservoir of the ram's condom was starting to fill now, and his huge, unloved penis throbbed in great need.

"Oh--! Oh, fuck!" Jordan cried into the bed. He squirmed beneath Ward yet did not fight him off, though he could have held his own. That vicious fucking was hitting all the right spots both in the literal and figurative senses, and he reached down and grabbed his cock in a tight fist. Masturbating hard and fast, he panted and often warbled strained cries and bleats to the Machoke.

Ward dug his fingers into Jordan's shoulders. The sounds of their rough, well-lubricated fuck resonated in the room, matched in intensity by the Machoke's lurid grunting and Jordan's much more plaintive vocalizations.

It came as a shock to the Machoke when his horned friend all but whimpered, "Shit! Shit, dude! I'm gonna cum!"

"Already?" Ward snarled. "Christ, you're a worse slut than I fucking thought!"

"Yuh-yeah, I know I'm terrible, but just--, fuck, you're hung! And rough! I fuckin' love it, dude!" Jordan yowled, furiously jerking off.

Leaning more firmly in Jordan, Ward put the brunt of his muscular weight on the sheep. Jordan winced; he started to buckle but refused to drop to the bed and give up his masturbation until he had popped. Fortunately for the ram, he was so close to the edge already, and just a few more of those deep, reaming bucks from Ward gave Jordan the last push he needed. Letting loose an inelegant bray, Jordan ejaculated with incredible potency, turning his condom into a big, yellow balloon.

As Jordan squirted, so did he wrench down with his ass. Ward gasped from the sudden pressure and his tongue flopped out. His face was suddenly a textbook example of desperation - but also pleasure. He bucked into the ram a few more times, and then he outright collapsed against him, crushing him down against the soft bed and pinning his hand under his loins.

"Oof, fuck," Ward puffed, his cock throbbing sordidly inside of the ram. The Pokemon curled his toes and bit his lip, and then, with his eyes clenched and as he curled a hand absently around one of Jordan's horns, he came. Much like Jordan had bloated his rubber to such a huge degree, Ward filled his up and it wallowed out the sheep's deeper rectal walls. Ward was actually very reserved in his orgasm; but Jordan yowled in shock, pain, and queer satisfaction as the condom bulged inside of him.

Somewhere in the middle of his afterglow and with his hand stuck under his crotch where it was slowly falling asleep, Jordan grunted, "Fuck, I just love getting nailed..."

"Whatever puts a smile on your face," Ward shrugged, resting on the ram. "Hey, next time, fuck the football and your video games - let's just go straight to the bedroom."