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"Is it recording?"

"Yeah, it is."

"God dammit, I said I wasn't ready!"

"We were going to edit it anyway, who cares?"

"Well flip it on its side. Only an idiot takes a video in portrait,"

Avalon grumbled and turned his phone to the side, keeping it focused on the fox in front of him. "There, happy? Now take off your clothes already."

Jason glared at the otter behind the cellphone but started stripping off. He had typical fox colors with a mess of brown hair that made it look like he'd belong to a boy band. Already a few inches of his slim, pink shaft were poking up from his sheath as he folded his clothes and placed them on a nearby shelf, picking up a towel and tucking it under an arm. "Okay, ready?" he asked, blushing a little as his nerves started to get the best of him.

Avalon, the otter with the cellphone, nodded and followed the fox through an open gate and into a pen. Grazing idly on some hay was Whisper. Whisper a mixed horse; brown in color with a black tail. He was one of several that Jason's family owned, and had been Jason's since he was ten. The fox walked over to the large horse and spread the towel out on the ground beneath him, sinking to his knees.

He gave the otter and camera a furtive glance, and then focused his attention back on his horse. Whisper hadn't paid much attention to the two teenagers that entered his pen, and continued grazing on his evening meal. He didn't even appear phased when two black-gloved paws reached up and cupped both his sheath and heavy balls.

The otter stepped closer and leaned forward so he could record those paws massaging the large-than-life package the horse possessed. "Wow... his sheath is huge," he whispered, turning the camera to Jason's face for a moment.

The fox's eyes flickered to the camera and then back to the sheath he was squeezing and massaging, cheeks flushing. "He's actually kind of on the smaller side. I think when he's hard he's about fourteen inches," Jason said, watching as the horse's shaft started to drop out. His paw wrapped around and tugged gently, encouraging more of it to drop out into his paws.

Avalon shifted around, his own cock already straining against his shorts uncomfortably. "I don't think I'd call fourteen "small"," he said with a nervous chuckle. He knelt down next to Jason and moved the camera in to follow the flaccid length in the fox's paws.

"Zeus is shorter at the shoulder, and his cock is almost twenty, and thicker," Jason said, closing his eyes as he brought the head of Whisper's shaft to his muzzle. He kept his muzzle focused around the glans there, tongue flicking against the very tip while his paws squeezed and massaged the rest of the length.

That seemed to finally earn a response from the horse who nickered and stomped one of his back hooves on the floor. His shaft began lengthening and thickening before the otter's eyes, filling with blood and forcing the fox to scoot back a couple inches to comfortably remain sucking on the horse's glans.

Avalon's eyes darted back and forth between the screen and his friend, mouth hanging open dumbly. "This is crazy... it's so freaking hot, too," he muttered, resisting the urge to reach down and fish his cock out. "Why don't you try going down further on him?"

Jason pulled the horse's cock from his muzzle with a wet pop, nuzzling against the now-dripping glans and he looked at the camera for a couple seconds before looking away shyly. "Cause. It doesn't really do much for them. Their head and right behind their ring, here," he indicated, using a paw to grip just beneath a thick ring two-thirds down the horse's cock. "That's how you get them off. You can't just bob your head back and forth and expect it to do anything, really," the fox said.

The otter grinned and shook his head in disbelief. "Damn, dude. Leave it to a fox to know the best way to suck cock. Proving stereotypes true right about now," he teased, keeping the camera on Jason's face as it flushed.

"Shut up. You're the one that's a bottom almost every single time," he shot back, pushing his lips down over the horse's glans, tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive tip as paws gripped Whisper's shaft in both paws, stroking against what was still exposed.

"Just go down further for a bit. Just for a little bit. It'll look so hot on film," Avalon said, letting out a content sigh as one of his paws tugged one of the legs of his gym shorts up so he could free his aching cock to the cool summer night air.

The fox obliged without much more coaxing and he pushed his muzzle down further, which wasn't far with how thick it was. He opened his eyes and gave the camera a quick, sultry look, cheeks bulging with horse cock, before blushing and closing his eyes. It wasn't easy to bob his muzzle back and forth along Whisper's cock and he had to settle for only about five inches.

Avalon didn't say anything else; he just kept the camera on the fox with both paws, dripping pre down his own uncut length onto the towel Jason had lay down. Jason's shaft was doing much the same, knotted up and dripping as he continued servicing the large beast.

The fox withdrew to the tip again and redoubled his efforts there, paws squeezing at the medial ring and tongue lapping against the dripping glans. Whisper was making huffing and snorting noises, back legs occasionally stomping on the ground as his hips quivered from the attention. Jason knew the horse was getting close and gave the otter a quick thumbs up to tell him to get ready.

Avalon bit his lip to keep from moaning, wanting to see his best friend finish off the magnificent beast. It wasn't much longer until the horse's whickering grew louder and his hips gave a short lunge forward. Jason had been prepared, though, and kept the thick cock from shoving into his muzzle. His cheeks bulged as a large spurt of horse cum filled his muzzle, and instead of swallowing, he just let it drool from his cheeks as another fired out.

The fox tugged the the cock free from his muzzle, the head now flared out wide, and took the next few blasts of cum against his face and neck, covering him in thick, sticky ropes of seed. The horse grunted and gave another lurch forward, more cum oozing out and dropping onto the tip of the canine's shaft before it fell limp from Jason's paws.

It only took seconds for it to deflate and start retracting back to the safety of its sheath. Meanwhile Jason was sitting there, face covered in horse, and gasping for air.

Avalon made sure to take in every second of that scene, moving the camera forward after to show how messy the fox's fur had gotten from the encounter. "Wow... holy crap. That was hot... I thought there'd be more, though," he said as he stopped the video and stood up, pocketing his phone.

Jason knelt there a moment longer before getting to his feet, licking some seed from his lips as he grabbed the towel. "They don't cum like a fountain or anything. That's just in stories," he said, walking out of the pin with the otter in tow. He spread the towel back out on the ground and lay on his back, looking up at Avalon. "Now come on,"

The otter stripped his clothes off, revealing his soft sandy fur. His hair was tied back in a short, black bun and he had a more average build as opposed to the lithe, taller fox beneath him. He lay atop the fox only seconds later, cocks pressed together needfully and stroked by the otter's shaky paw.

Avalon leaned down and kissed the fox wantonly, surprised at how bland the horse's cum tasted as his tongue darted over Jason's. Neither of them were meant to last long with how worked up they worse. Paws roamed over bodies and cocks, tongues writhing together while frotting back and forth.

Jason was the first to fire off as the needy otter's paw gripped around his knot and gave a firm tug. Ropes of fox seed spurted up to splatter messily into his chest fur, some on the otter's. Avalon wasn't far behind and his cock gave up healthy amount of cum to add to the mess they'd already made that night.

The otter carefully lowered himself onto Jason's chest, feeling their cum smear into each other's fur, before he rolled to his side with Jason, hugging onto him with a content sigh. "God... that was so freaking hot," he whispered, closing his eyes and resting his head on Jason's arm.

The fox just nodded and stroked a paw over the otter's side. "Yeah... maybe next time I'll be the one with the camera."