College Life

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It was the dull, dragging days just after midterms. All the tests were done, and all the
parties celebrating their passing had gone as well. All that remained was to wait for the
next excuse to drink a trough of beer and act dumb. All the cans had long been crushed
and not-recycled, all the cigarette butts picked out of the carpet, the furniture put back in
its rightful spot. A dull sense of dread had fallen over the house shared by eight college
students, settling into everyone's fur. They slumped under the weight of boredom and
listlessness. Not one could think of anything to do, or anything to talk about, that hadn't
already been done or talked about before.

They were shuffling. Coming back from the last classes of the day, guys tossed their
books onto any nearby surface and settled into the couch like six-feet under. Nobody
talked; nobody had anything to say. Any minute someone would turn on the PlayStation
and the night would be lost to organizing a draft in Madden. Finally, someone, a hero
maybe, grasped at the only topic nobody remembered discussing before.

The question didn't dent the silence of the room. Nobody knew how to answer. Nobody
even knew a good way to go about lying.

"I don't know, I think I can go an hour," a lean bat said, rubbing his eyes as if trying to
think. "It depends, you know. I mean, you take a break or two and all..."

"You can't count breaks! That's bullshit!" an otter protested from the corner, chugging a
beer like it hadn't been the last in the fridge. "That's like saying I went two hours but took
a couple days' break in between."

"Don't you mean weeks?"

"I'm gonna say months," someone added.

"It's probably a cumulative measurement."

"Oh fuck off."

"Seriously though," a hyena interrupted, "like, thirty minutes average, right? I mean we're
just talking about actual fucking. Even twenty minutes would be good, right?" He darted
his eyes back and forth, hoping the others would back him up. They looked nervously
around to each other: some reclined on the couch, or leaned against the bookcase that
held no actual books. They bit their tongues. It was a moment where everyone wanted to
brag but didn't know if they were qualified. Stamina wasn't a subject that came up often.
The only person who didn't seem nervous, at least partially because he was more
bemused, was the mutt buried behind a book, a slight smile on his muzzle as he eased
through the last page, dog-eared his place, shut the cover, and announced "I could
definitely fuck all night, but no one's ever been able to keep up with me."

The room erupted into fervent jeers and accusations. The ferret behind the mutt tousled
his hair, covering his eyes and jostling him around a little. He was hit on the chest with an
empty beer can, and he accepted all the gentle ribbing with a smile that defied their
incredulity. If nothing else, the lethargy had risen from the room. It was a good sign to
see the guys laughing again. They got up off the couch and surrounded him, an almost
menacing scene for the innocent mutt, a German Shepherd-Husky mix with all the best
traits of both pressed into a slightly bulky body, the kinda weight that youth makes seem
so much lighter, bouncy even. He rested the book on his stomach and met his accusers
head-on.

"You're the only bottom in the house, Aaron, I'm sure you could last all night. All you
gotta do is sit there and moan." A surprisingly aggressive bunny twink jibed. The crowd
laughed. A high five may have been exchanged. There was a genuine sense of superiority
among the clan, who may have attributed the fact that the nerdy mutt had never
acquiesced to their advances before to a sense of intimidation.

"What does that have to do with stamina? It takes a lot of work to bottom right, most of
you would be worn out within a half hour!" the mutt shot back at the crowd. He didn't
typically get sarcastic or confrontational, or even say much at all, but the accusations of
exaggeration cut into him. Even his little outburst had his stomach all aflutter with those
butterflies you hear so much about, a twitter he tried to hide in his voice that may have
given away his shortage of confidence. But he saw something coming together here,
something that only needed expert manipulation for all its necessary pieces to fall into
place. "It's something that's hard to describe to a bunch of tops that just wanna pound
away like us bottoms aren't anything more than a tight spot with accessories."

"Sometimes they ain't even a tight spot!" the otter said, earning an eye roll from Aaron.
"Whatcha gotta do is, too many guys get their bottoms too loose before they fuck 'em,
stretch all the tightness away with their fingers just so they won't have to hear any
bitching. What you bottoms need to do is just bite your pillow and let us do our thing."
Aaron's face spoke of nothing more than disbelief at the otter's carelessness.

"Yeah, yeah," the bunny added, choking through his own laughter, his confrontational
and mocking tone seeming so discordant with his slight, inoffensive figure "Until
bottoms are ready to deal with the pressure of actually doing the work, they can just relax
and let us take care of it."

"And how many of those guys ever come back for another go, after treating them like
that?"

"Shiiiiit," the bunny added without losing a step, "blow out a bottom and toss 'em aside.
Dime a dozen. You oughta feel lucky to live in a house full of tops yet you just wanna sit
around and read all the time. I think- I think you're a little scared."

"Yeah," the otter added, stepping forward and throwing an arm around the bunny in
solidarity, "You're afraid one of these days one of us is gonna leave you panting and sore,
face down in the mattress, or else you woulda taken on one of us sexy bastards by now."

Well, that was the last straw. "Not to feed your ego," the mutt said, the crack in the back
of his voice he well hidden behind a veneer of false confidence, "but let's make a bet of
that." He wondered if it was too late to just shut up and not get himself into a mess, but
his mouth was on auto-pilot. "I could take all of you, tonight, without breaking a sweat. I
could make all of you cum and I'd still be ready for more, guaranteed." His plump ass
already hurt a little just thinking about what he'd gotten himself into.

The mutt's throat dried almost immediately after he issued his challenge. He'd never quite
taken the time to count how many other guys lived in the house, and looking around the
room... could it really be that many? He saw the otter and bunny gave each other a smirk.
The other guys fell into a more neutral kind of excitement, though the looks of intrigue
on their faces couldn't match in intensity the almost cruel planning you could see going
on behind the two schemers' smiles.

"If I don't, I'll be house servant for a month." Oh dear, he didn't mean to say that. He was
still trying to figure out this whole Being Confident thing and slip-ups like that were
bound to happen. He tried to pull the words back into his mouth but that, of course, was
impossible. The excitement in the room was so concentrated between the eager otter and
bunny that you might have seen electricity arc between them. A general, heavy interest
seemed to float in the room, was almost palpable among the crowd of horny college
students. Everyone weighed the benefits of studying while getting a blowjob, texting
while getting a blowjob, eating while getting a blowjob, and perhaps best of all giving a
blowjob while getting a blowjob. They all sized each other up. Seven. Seven virile young
men with seven dicks. Everyone seemed to like the odds.

"House servant? You mean house bitch?" The bunny smacked his lips, crossing his arms.

"If that's the term you want to use," Aaron gritted through his teeth. He never did like that
word. "But, obviously, should I win-" he didn't quite want to say "when" he won, "Then I
get you two for a month, all to myself," singling out the pair who had pushed the mutt
along so precipitously.

"So to get this right, should you lose, you get fucked for a month... are you even going to
try to win?" the otter sneered in that half-mocking voice.. "Okay, deal's done, let's get
him out of that tee." The otter stepped forward and found himself nudged aside by the
hyena who had displayed his insecurity so proudly only a few moments before. The
ravenously horny young man cut off the scheming pair en route to the mutt. It was a
twitch reflex. He might have been waiting for his cue since the conversation began. The
bunny and otter, not ones to argue with such excitement, let him at it.
"Lift your arms," he told Aaron with the brevity of a rushed Airport security guard but
with infinitely more honey in his voice. He pulled the tee hastily over the mutt's head,
almost knocking the husky-shepherd's glasses off his stout muzzle. His curious paws took
the scenic route down to the shorts, running over every soft line like a needle on a record,
and the music the mutt's body played was apparently a hyena's low, almost hidden moan.
He pressed gently into the soft stomach. It didn't sag over his pants, it wasn't lumpy, it
was that juvenile, almost lively sort of an extra few pounds that, combined with youth,
seemed a lot more like extra vitality than extra weight. It was soft in about as pure a sense
of the word. It was comforting. Almost reluctantly he left it to unbutton the tenting pants
and plunge his hand inside.

The guys were, put simply, surprised to see the hyena so ecstatic over the mutt's body.
The hyena's own form, best described as something you see from far away and are too
shy to move closer to, was a stark contrast to the mutt's. He was tall, he was built, the
only weak muscle on him was whatever controlled his self-confidence. In his eyes, as he
took in all of the mutt's body, might have been something like regret. Psychology aside,
he was still a hunk, and Aaron was speechless that the hyena had jumped at the
opportunity to go first. If he could have formed words, it sure as hell would not have been
to complain. He admired the hyena just as shamelessly, feeling comfortable in the strong
arms even as his apprehension with the whole idea of "Holy fuck, all these guys are going
to fuck me" was starting to build in him. In a way, he thought, If I didn't blow my load
the second he put his paws on me, I think I'll be able to manage the rest.

The hyena was still indulging himself in probing the mutt's jeans, allowing himself the
most private moment the mutt would have that afternoon, when it was still only one
person with hands on him.

"Guys," the hyena had an announcement.

"What?"

He changed his mind as he realized words wouldn't quite manage. "Hold on."

The hyena circled around, got behind the mutt where a husky-tail was wagging with slow
trepidation. He let the pants fall to unveil a pair of tight blue briefs that bulged like they
were angry. They hugged his curves like a sentient being which knew its role and how
best to perform it. They were tortured, stretched thin to hold in a stiff rod, a small wet
spot at the center. The hyena must have been admiring while Aaron blushed, the mutt's
hands behind his back and his curled tail lifted to give the hyena a view that could best be
described as distracting him from the duties he volunteered for. Shaking his head, he
snapped out of it, happily grabbed the briefs in his paws, and yanked them down with the
determined intent of a chessmaster who already saw 16 moves ahead. Briefs down, ass in
his face, it was only the next logical step that he bury his muzzle between the two cheeks.

So it was with a gasp of surprise that the shy mutt, his temporary coating of confidence
long worn away, was exposed. The party joined him in dropping their jaws. It can be put
simply: You have to have a great ass to be a bottom with a dick like his. It was already
firm, stout, looking like something you could blow a door open with. Its appreciable
length curved generously, making it seem only a little shorter than it was, but its girth
was almost unfair. The mutt could please a jack-o-lantern. He could stretch a Pringles
tube. From behind, the hyena almost wanted to say "I told you," but he was long gone at
that hole, kneading those plush cheeks and moaning contentedly to himself. The mutt had
expected a comment about something negative, but nothing came. Shy guys, it seems,
never quite understand the awe of girth. Or, for that matter, he might not have understood
that the balls he was swinging could ring a church bell. Massive orbs hung between his
legs like water balloons, bombs, or anything else that might promise a large explosion.

Aaron stood with his arms behind his back, a blush on his cheeks and a low rurr in his
throat that he almost tried to suppress, the tongue-job having surprised him and pulled the
sultry wail out of his throat. A drop of pre hit the floor like the proverbial needle.

The bear broke the silence:

"Well, I'm insecure now."

"Shiiit, look at 'im," the bat added, taking a step forward and approaching the junk like he
might an apparition, like touching it might make it recede back into a more reasonable
size, the optical illusion exposed. He took the balls in his paw and bounced them as the
mutt looked away, feeling the very real weight of it, gently squeezing the heft in his
fingers. "I'd say more, but I've never been one for poetry."

"Oh shut up," the otter interrupted. "He's, like... c'mon. What is he? Five inches?"

"Man, you're just worried he's gonna win and that thing will be coming right up behind
you."

"Guys, I got an awesome idea," the bear interrupted, taking a step forward and assuming
the bat's place in front of the mutt. "It goes like this:"

The bear dropped his pants and pulled the mutt to him (the hyena yelped, fell forward,
and whined on the ground as he smacked his tongue) then sat down on the floor, resting
his back against the couch, easing the mutt into his lap, wrapping his arms around the
hefty body with a friendly, comforting squeeze.

"Guess who gets to fuck him first?" the bear said with a laugh. His stout member fit snug
between the mutt's cheeks, stretched them apart, and nestled in the soft fur. The bear
turned his attention, and a warm smile, to the mutt whose confidence wad had been shot
when he made the challenge and now seemed to be swimming a little over his head. He
teased the red hair in a friendly manner, giving the mutt a smooch on the back of the head
and burying his nose in the fiery fur, relishing in the symbolism of it all. "Now, I'm a
little thick. Not as thick as you, but you're still gonna be stretched a bit. You think-"
The hyena interrupted by shoving his cock in the mutt's mouth, a startled gasp choked off
by the black member, a chunk of red hair in the hyena's paw as he heaved himself onto
the mutt's face. Aaron opened his eyes to see only brown fur and a bellybutton in front of
him, and after only a moment of desperate gagging he fell immediately into the role of
cocksucker, a shake in his body the first sign of the building tension starting to crack.

"Goddamnit," the bear added, "give him a warning. Jesus, I know you haven't been laid in
half a goddamn year, but really!"

The hyena didn't answer. He'd gone long ago. He had the mutt's ear in his paws and he
was humping generously into his maw, a look of relief on his face like a stayed
execution.

"Ok," the bear continued. His cock was slick with a sloppy spit lube and pressing against
the mutt's wet hole. He spoke over the smacking sound of the mutt's lips on a long black
cock. "I'm gonna go reeeal slow for ya bud, that how you like it?" The mutt nodded, a
blush on his face that might have been painted there, which only grew darker when he
was pulled against the bear's dick, not enough to stretch him, just enough to remind him
that it's there, if a reminder was necessary. "Now really bud, I think you're cute as hell
with that carrot-hair and all, and it'd just break my heart to see you limping around here
the next few days just cause that bountiful, beautiful ass of yours got me a little too
excited." The bear's large paws caressed the mutt's body. The otter shouted at him to get a
move on it, that other people were waiting, but the bear pointedly ignored it all. Even
with the lengthy black shaft pumping a slow pace into the mutt's muzzle, the bear acted
as if the setting were a candle-lit claw-footed bathtub with rose petal floating on warm
water. "You sure you're ready?" the bear asked politely, his dick well ahead of him.
Aaron nodded, resting against a body that said very politely "Hello, I play offensive
lineman." Aaron, his eyes still nervous, gave the bear a shy nod.

The bear tapped his cock against the hole, if only to find his place. One paw guiding his
dick and the other arm wrapped around the mutt's waist, he began to pull the mutt onto
his cock. He groaned with the effort, the lubrication only doing so much to help when
you've got thick meat and a tight hole. The bear soothed Aaron with kind words, his lips
right on the laid-back ears, talking him through it all. "Just a little more sweet cheeks,"
the bear promised, "Can you feel it about to pop?" The mutt moaned and nodded, his eyes
shut tight. The bear pulled the mutt a little harder, making him moan and arch his back a
little. He nodded his head excitedly. "Almost there, almost there..." the bear encouraged..
The mutt had a stroke of genius; he spread his cheeks and his hole popped, allowing him
to settle into the bear's lap with a grind down the shaft that made him pulse with ecstasy,
his grunts and moans choked off by the black cock in his muzzle.

Aaron's red hair was already mussed, hanging over his eyes, though they were closed and
concentrated on something far off. The view wouldn't have been much anyway, and with
his eyes shut he could concentrate all the better on the assault from both ends. The hunky
hyena humped freely into his muzzle, only occasionally making him gag, and all he was
tasked to do was keep his tongue rolling and his lips sealed around it. But it was all on
him to ride the bear's cock, the bigger fella not really in a position to do much work other
than keeping the curly tail lifted so he could get a good view of the luscious ass bouncing
on his dick. The tension steaming off the mutt's body was almost palpable. His
movements were at first jerky, revealing a hesitation that made the rabbit and otter drool
with the thought of an easy kill. It didn't take too long for the mutt to get into his groove
though, grinding his ass in the bear's lap, handling every inch with an otherworldly
deftness, as if it was a performance he'd done a thousand times before, like he knew every
single dip, dive and grind to get the bear moaning with a dumb smile on his face. Maybe
the top was just easily pleased, or maybe the wavy red hair hid a secret talent for riding
dick that could only be chalked up to a manifestation of everything red hair implies. If
they were on a higher floor, they might have shook the building.

The mutt had a pair of balls that would have put a bowler to shame, and as he rode the
bear's cock his weighty nuts smacked the bear's own sizable hangers. The bear's junk
itself was like the beginner's version of the mutt's, with a little bit less of a curve. The
point being, however, that the balls touched. The balls touched and they both felt
incredibly gay for it. Not for the dick in the ass, not for the cock in the muzzle, but for the
two pairs of heavy balls that tapped against each other with a soft, warm plop every time
the mutt lowered himself back down onto the bear's blunt rod.

Steam might have been boiling off the hyena's back as he fucked that mutt's mouth, so
great it seemed was his release. The poor fellow had been pining over the chubby little
mutt for so long, wanting to press his hard body against the soft one. His dreams realized,
it wasn't a surprise he was a little too anxious to make a marathon man of himself (if he
went too much longer the mutt might've broken the mutt's nose on the abs like steel
plates).

"Chill the fuck out, Matt! Jesus you're gonna lose us-"

"Fuck off," the hyena barked, his mind a little preoccupied to think of anything more
clever than really accentuating the "off." He had his paws in the mutt's read hair, holding
on by the ears, slapping his balls against the mutt's chin with gusto. He could feel the
electrifying vibrations of moaning on his dick, the sensation evident in his face, how his
eyes would be shut in the concentration of bliss until shooting open with some incredible
pang. Suddenly, his eyes opened, then shut tight, with a certain kind of determination.
His breathing became short, his exhales only excited moans. He put a paw under the
mutt's chin, who sat on the bear's dick, wriggling and writhing on it but being held steady
for the hyena to finish.

The mutt himself was flushed, his face hot with the expectation. All the eyes suddenly
stood out in his find, every pair attentive to him, watching him as he was about to have a
load shot down his throat. Just when these realizations hit, he tasted the first explosion in
the back of his throat. He felt as if he could melt right onto the floor. He got a better taste
of the seed the next few shots, letting the load collect on his tongue for the hyena -and
everyone - to see. "Swallow," the hyena begged breathlessly, urgently, sounding as if he
was embarrassed to request it. "Swallow, Swallow..." He said in an airless huff as he
closed the mutt's mouth. And he did, gratefully even, licking his lips and darting a defiant
look at the bunny and otter who stared with hard glares and hard dicks.

"You fellas next?" he asked. He rode the bear's dick again, his tail wagging with a
suddenly inflated confidence as he bobbed up and down.

"Let me have you to myself for at least a minute," the bear said, holding two steady paws
at the mutt's sides, keeping him bouncing steady in his lap. He faced frontwards as if
being shown off for the crowd, paws behind his hold into the bear's fur.

Suddenly, he lifted the mutt up onto his feet, dick in ass as he steered the mutt over the
armrest of a sofa, bending him at the waist and putting his tail straight up in the air. He
fucked the mutt's ass with a sense like he didn't want to attract too much attention to his
private enjoyment, like a guy wearing headphones. He moved as if guided by an inner
beat, as if he was laying down the baseline for this orgy, his body like a low note against
the mutt's. For accompaniment, the dark-grey coon hopped onto the couch at the mutt's
head, laid on his back and put his feet up on the mutt's shoulders.

"You had him long enough, c'mon now sweet cheeks, every real bottom's gotta know
how to work a tongue," the coon said, putting his paw in the red hair and burying the
mutt's nose between two lush cheeks the color of ashes. The coon was smiling a satisfied
grin the second the tongue started to tease his hole, his tail twitching nonchalantly over
the side of the couch. He was, of the crowd, probably the most proudly dominant, and
took no more simple pleasure in life than to tell someone what do and have it done.
"Dogs are supposed to have wide tongues, right?" he teased, scritching the fiery hair as he
kept the nose presses under his balls, the mutt still teasing, painting the hole with his spit
without slipping inside just yet.

Opening his eyes, and looking over the tremendous pair of balls that filled most of his
vision, he could see the raccoon with his head on the other armrest, and arm behind him,
making him the very picture of relaxation. He might have been getting a tan rather than a
rimjob. He emanated from him this sense of comfort, not like a guy lounging in a soft
chair, like a guy lounging in a soft chair with piles of money at his feet. He had the air of
a powerful type of comfort, an abundance of confidence. Put simply, you might have
thought he helped sandwich a guy every night of his life. "You know, there's an inside to
my ass, too," he quipped, pointedly shoving the mutt's nose against his balls.

"Don't be so rude to him, man," the bear ordered, still laying down a beat on the mutt's
ass that was soft and satisfying. "Now, buddy," he said, leaning down into the mutt's ears.
"He's not the only one that wants your tongue in his ass. I've got a helluva view of both of
ya from up here. You just slurp that hole of his and I'll take care of the rest, sweet
cheeks."

The mutt listened to the deep voice - though he's always easily won over when an
argument is accompanied by a fat cock in his ass. He pressed his tongue into the tight
little pucker, the coon's startled gasp ringing in the mutt's ears so beautifully if only
because it shut the idiot up. He opened wide, burying his tongue deep, twisting an turning
it almost blindly at first, with no more plan rhyme or reason to it than if it were a landed
fish. The coon didn't seem to mind, however, and his passion only built as the mutt
discovered what he was doing, found a few maneuvers that made the coon writhe and
pant. The most telling, of course, was the stiff cock that has grown in front of the mutt's
eyes to a long, uncut rod. Now the mutt could almost fancy to see a blush on the coon's
face, perhaps even recognize in him a bit of the thrill of exposure. The coon might not
have been so anxious about being seen naked, but to be seen enjoying himself? For some
guys, that's a little bit embarrassing.

As Aaron was just beginning wonder how on Earth he'd ever get the coon to cum with
nothing but a tongue in the ass, a Godsend came from above: a burly brown paw gripped
the rod and stroked it as the coon's back arched off the couch in fits of ecstasy.

Someone took the mutt's paw it and placed it, with a gruff kind of impatience, on a stiff
cock. Aaron couldn't even see whose dick he had in his hand with the coon's legs
blocking his view, he could only explore the member with the tips of his fingers... traced
a sizable length from tip to balls, wrapped his fingers around an equally impressive girth,
then felt the weight of a the balls in his palm. When his hand latched onto powerful
thighs he knew exactly who it was: The bat with a swimmer's build (naturally), a laid-
back but naturally impatient fellow.

"Not much room, is there?" the bat quipped, burying a paw in the wild red hair. "I'm-
Ohhhhh," he moaned, a thumb massaging under his head driving him wild, "You're a
natural multitasker, aren't you?" Video games makes for dexterous fingers, and dexterous
fingers make for a surprisingly good handjob. With a nerdy fellow like this mutt you
might just want to stop at second base, let him work those fingers over your prick, finding
the minute, sensitive spots that only the very tender touch of fingertips can find. The mutt
tickled and teased, rubbed and rolled, the bat joining the chorus of grunts and moans that
had everyone's ears pricked up.

Aaron's own cock, swinging back and forth easily with the bear's thrusts, was leaking like
a faucet. The stain on the couch grew by the second as his gruesomely thick member
dripped in large glops onto the old, beaten loveseat. Though he was overrun with
pleasure, had almost all of his body dedicated to a service of one kind of another, he held
on. He leaked like something in it was broken, but with his free paw he held off the urge
to grab on and paw off, to give in to the rapturous feeling of being between three
beautiful bodies, of having three magnificent tools in and around him, of being
surrounded by their musks that mixed together like a delicious cocktail for the nose. He
collected his drippings on his paw and, catching the eyes of the bunny and otter again,
licked it clean before returning to the coon's ass. The looks on their faces weren't as
rewarding as the bulges in their pants.

To their left, the ferret had already lost his pants and was stroking himself, looking on
with eager anticipating for a spot to open up, angry at himself for letting the bat gank the
last prime spot. He stroked his meat with impatient eagerness, not helping himself the
least bit, beads of sweat forming on his brow, the antithesis of the mutt's quiet
composure. He took a step closer, hoping to find a free spot he could hop into, hoping to
see the bear or the coon or the bat or hell even the mutt blow their load and leave a place
for him to jump in. "Oohhhh," he groaned under his breath, seeing now the pleased
expression on the mutt's face, the kind of calm you see on a man as he faces the firing
line, attending to each body around him as if he were the top athlete in this sport. He
made it all look so easy. "Ohhhhhh," the ferret groaned again, his little body spasming
with a regretful lack of endurance.

"Guys," the ferret said, too quiet for anyone to hear. Getting close he felt almost as if he
was stepping into the best porno he'd ever seen.

"Guys," he said a little more urgently this time, his little paw a blur, well past the point of
control.

"Guys!" He shouted finally, pushed past the bat, and took a seat on the coon's stomach,
not having been there long enough for his balls to settle before he exploded in thick ropes
onto the mutt's face.

The bunny was seized with anger at the site of his bet being lost. "Goddamnit, you're-"

"Shut the fuck up!" the ferret spit as he unloaded all over the scene, not sparing the coon,
bat, or even the bear whose sticky paw was caught in the crossfire, the natural lube
pushing a domino effect, the coon sputtering, begging the bear to slow down, his cries
subsiding as he accepted the inevitable, squirming under the exhausted ferret as he too
loosed his seed on the mutt's nose, tremendous arcs that landed with splats in the mutt's
fur, soaking in wherever the tongue couldn't reach.

The bat fell next. You can only watch so many guys cum before peer pressure takes hold
in a much more convincing fashion than it ever could have in high school. He grabbed
the mutt by the chin, ripping the tongue out of the coon's ass (to an audible gasp from the
slighted party), and putting the tip of his cock on the mutt's lips for him to suck down
every drop.

The musk rose off of him heavily now, cum reeking on his breath already as he drank
down the bat's seed, the scent steaming off him where it soaked into his fur. He drank at
the bat's cock for a long while, the massive jets subsiding into sizable squirts, and finally
into an ooze that never seemed to end. The more the mutt sucked, the more of the potent
liquid spilled onto his tongue. And when all three pairs of balls had emptied onto and into
him, and he was laying his chin on the coon's stomach, still lapping the cum off his
muzzle, the bear was still pumping strong behind him, the bass line of the evening
retaking the center stage, bringing it all back around, the soft slapping of the hips against
his soft cheeks audible in the room filled with hushed, tired breaths.

"C'mon guys, move," the bear pushed the coon and ferret away from the sofa. "Gimme
room," he ordered curtly, turning the mutt over and laying him down on his back. He
brushed the mussed hair like a bonfire away from the mutt's eyes. He leaned down close
to him, lifting two legs up and rolling the mutt back a little, reentering to a low,
bedraggled moan, the mutt's lips right on the bear's round ears. "You're doing pretty well
tonight, sweet cheeks," the bear said as he resumed his tireless thrusting.

Their breath was synchronous, short impassioned gasps for air heavy with exhaustion.
They were silent, too, now, only the sound of breathing between them, silence like a dark
bomb shelter, only heavy panting. The bear groaned first, his rhythm faltering for the first
time that night. "Oh," he said, almost sadly, as if for the first time recognizing a good
thing coming to an end. "Ohhhh," he said again, the passion in it seeping through the
distressed tone.

The mutt realized what these meant, and soon he was groaning too, "Ohhhhh," the same
melancholy cry that came from the bear. He wrapped his arms around the bear, pulled
him close, pressed their cheeks together.

Their lips locked as the bear's thrusts began to falter again, his big legs shaking, halting
and then preparing a particularly powerful punch, driving himself into the plump ass,
until he pumped, held himself to the hilt inside the mutt's ass, filling him so generously
and pumping him full of cum. Another thrust followed the first few shots, pumping the
mutt full of every drop of cum the bear had in him to give, not wanting to stop until he'd
ridden himself dry on the luscious ass.

They laid together for a moment, oblivious to the men surrounding them. The glow began
to wear away from Aaron, his senses coming back to him, basking still in the weight on
top of him, the body against him, the soft sound of breathing quiet enough for only him to
hear. The bear sat up soon, the drained dick hanging between his legs, looking almost as
exhausted as the bear himself.

"Goddamnit, man, you coulda gone longer!" the otter chastised the bear who was still
basking in the mutt's glow.

The bear shot them a dissatisfied look, trying to stew it in every ounce of contempt he
had for the two, annoyed at them for interrupting his little moment. He leaned down for
another kiss, then got off the couch.

"I'm all yours now, guys," the mutt teased, rolling his cock in his paw to keep it stiff.
"Who's first? You?" he tempted the otter, trying to pull him over with a smarmy smile.
"Maybe you?" he teased the bunny next, his tail wagging idly all the while. He was
boiling over with confidence, even with his copper hair messy beyond recognition, even
with the scent of Men steaming off of him, even with the stickiness in his fur, he felt
victorious already. The grin on his face couldn't be sanded off. The bunny made an
attempt to step forward, but the mutt stood up, intercepted him, and sat him down on the
couch. He pulled off the bunny's pants aggressively, practically ripping the fabric in half
as the bunny's stiff member popped out, the mutt immediately wrapping his lips around
it. The bunny puts his paw on top of the mutt's head - no doubt getting it a little sticky -
and tried to direct the dog up and down the member, but he couldn't wrangle the mutt in
the least. Aaron simply went at his own pace, savoring the juicy cock like he might an ice
cream cone.

"Jesus," the bunny said under his breath as he arched his head back, "the fucker really
knows how to work his tongue, fuck!" Aaron slurped on the bunny's balls while stroking
the dick in his paw. The lithe bunny's fingers were still deep in the mutt's red hair, and the
fingers of his other paw were sunk deep into the couch. Little moans of satisfaction
escaped the bunny's throat, and he seemed to wobble in his place as if he were
lightheaded or dizzy. "Jesus," he said again. The other boys admired the mutt's handiwork
from afar as they naked around the hot room, everyone and the room soaked in a scent of
musk that wouldn't be lifted for days.

Aaron pressed his nose into the bunny's fur as he deep throated the sizable member,
penetrating deep into his throat, though he didn't gag, he simply rolled his tongue along
the underside for as long as he could hold his breath, until the bunny started to moan in
exasperated little bursts, his arms going loose and shaking, and everyone thought the mutt
would come off the cock with cum on his lips. Aaron pulled away just in time, the bunny
gasping as his cock spasmed empty spasms, just on the edge of cumming. If this were
fencing, the mutt had just tapped the bunny's shoulders. "If that's all I could do with my
muzzle," the mutt said as he climbed up onto the couch, straddling the bunny who was
still coming down from his excitement, "imagine how you're gonna feel in just a few
minutes."

The bunny had calmed down in only a short time, as the chubby mutt straddled him, arms
on his shoulders, grinding the larger body against the smaller one, taunting, tempting, and
teasing all the while. Finally, he grabbed the bunny's cock, steered it home, and took a
seat on the pole. He grinded down on it easily, sitting in the bunny's lap as the suddenly
very twitchy little guy moaned in delight. The mutt wriggled his hips and rode the bunny
like a champ, milking every moan and gasp out of him he could.

He turned around to face the otter as he rose and fell on the bunny's long cock. "You
wanna give your friend a hand?" he asked. The otter was behind him immediately,
pushing a forceful arm against the mutt's shoulders, leaning him forward. The otter was
already slick with pre, as he had been stroking himself, ready at any moment to give the
mutt a surprise, as he thought it would be, before the goddamn guy went and decided to
ask for it. The otter dipped low, his finely, elegantly cut body sandwiching the soft mutt.
His slapped his cock against the mutt's ass, between his cheeks, a little shorter but a little
thicker than the bunny's.

"You sure you can handle this?" The otter condescended.

"Are you talking to me or your friend?" Aaron asked.

And with that, the otter rocked his hips forward, spread the mutt open to uproarious,
satisfied gasps, and squeezed his cock inside with the bunny's. It as, to say the least, a
tight fit, and the mutt twitching nose showed that he was taking it in stride, if not with a
little bit of necessary concentration. The otter sunk his cock in slowly, squeezed tight
against the bunny's member, feeling the bunny's tense spasms radiating into his own
cock. The otter got as deep in as could be allowed, and without ceremony, without
warning, without concern, he started to fuck. He was not as limited with mobility as the
bunny, who attempted to thrust awkward, and he made good use of his freedom of
movement, slamming repeatedly into the tightly-packed hole.

The three bodies rocked together, the all six paws dug deep into whatever they had to
grab. The three were mostly wordless. Though the otter and mutt exchanged the
occasional words, moreso they traded moans. A high, staccato gasp by the mutt would
push the otter to plow harder, deeper, reposition himself to get as far inside the mutt's
tender ass as he could. The bunny, on the other hand, simply struggled to hold on, his
face contorted into a tight scrunch, dripping with sweat from the heat, relaxing only when
he decided to funnel his passion through low, resonant moans. He wasn't completely still,
but the sensation of the otter's fat cock rubbing against his, the two cocks frotting in the
warm, tight confines of the mutt's ass, was plainly too much for him.

The mutt's exaltations began to rise, and for a moment he seemed to forget about the bet.
"Harder, get it in there, oh fuck," he gushed through his teeth, biting his lip as he strained
to take both cocks.

"You gonna cum?" the otter asked, his breathing heavy. He had fallen into a steady but
quick rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth as if on rails, his slick, thick cock
pummeling the mutt's most responsive spots inside. "You ready to cum, mutt?"

"Ohhhhh," is all the mutt responded with, his back arching, his head lifting, his muzzle
agape and his tail wagging in awkward spasms. He stated panting as he leaned back into
the thrusts, meeting them with enthusiasm, dipping lower and lower. The look of
satisfaction on the otter's face as he manipulated the mutt so perfectly was sublime.

"You're gonna cum, aren't you doggy?" His hips slapped against the full ass, his paw dug
greedily into the wide shoulders, and he nibbled at the base of the mutt's neck, huffing the
scent of man off his fur. "C'mon doggy, you're so close." Aaron whined when he heard
this. "So clooooose," the otter said again as he sped up, a little tick in his voice that broke
his facade. Aaron whined again, a sultry whine full of longing that begged the otter to
fuck the mutt proper. It was becoming a race to the finish, all three coming up fast on the
finish line.

"I-" the bunny started before choking himself off with a startled gasp as a pang of
pleasure ran through him, which only made the sentence more urgent when he started
again. "I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum!"

"Pull out," the otter ordered.

"No!" the mutt cried, and took a seat in the bunny lap, trapping him inside.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit," the little guy said, his slight body racked with shots of pleasure
that seemed to shoot out from his spin to his extremities. "I can't hold it, ah!" And as a
deep, crimson blush surfaced on his cheeks, he exploded inside the mutt. His fingers
might have torn into the dog's flesh he hung on so tight as he grunted and groaned, his
hips trying to push forward feebly as he exploded.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." the otter began to moan as his head flooded. He could feel the rush
in his stomach, could sense the heightening of every receptor in his body as the bunny's
cock splurted against his, the pulses reverberating through his own cock. He felt Aaron
tighten around them both, sensing the red-headed fucker was finally about to blow his
cork. He decided he was too far gone to hold back, and all there was to do was drill that
ass with every ounce of him, fill it with his seed, and bring the smarmy bastard down
with him. He pistoned his hips relentlessly, a grown in his throat and tingles all over his
fur. He let loose a cry almost like a victory yell, and burst inside the mutt, all of his body
seizing up convulsions unlike any orgasm he'd felt before, as if every cell in his body was
coursing with electricity, as if he was squeezing with every muscle in his body to shoot
such powerful, full shots into the mutt. His eyes might have rolled back into his head, the
blood might have drained from his brain, his spinal cord might have surged and blown a
fuse, his lungs might have stretched to half their size as he huffed deep breaths. His balls
clung tight against his body, his dick pulsed, and he as drained. He had given Aaron his
all, filled him up as full as anyone ever might.

As he came to, he reached frantically around Aaron and grabbed his cock.

"Easy, easy!" Aaron chided, himself a little short on breath. "I've got plans for that, now,
sweet cheeks." It was wet with pre; it was practically soaked with pre, but the
magnificent, powerful tool had held its integrity. The mutt had won the bet.

Aaron leaned forward and gave the exasperated bunny a smooch on the nose. He sat up
with a sated grin, his paw stroking his cock slowly, as he turned around to face the rest of
the men he had felled, all still naked, and at least the hyena already hard again for a
second go, should it be necessary. The mutt beamed with pride. He stroked himself as if
his cock were a trophy, passing his glance approvingly over the audience. Finally, he
turned himself to the otter, who was on his knees, still recovering.

"I think that month we were talking about can start right about now. I'm a little exhausted,
obviously, and you clearly are too, so things are going to be start out simple. You just sit
there, look pretty, and wait for me."

As he said that, Aaron felt a big body press against him from behind, a large brown paw,
the bear's paw, wrapped around to grab his cock. It pulled him backwards, back onto the
couch, where Aaron sat against him.

"May I?"
Aaron blushed, and for the first time since it all began, his composure broke. He giggled
softly, stumbled over his words for a moment before looking up to catch the bear's eyes.
"My pleasure." The bear squeezed the mutt's cock, worked it over slowly and carefully,
as if it were a piece of art he was handling. All the while he smooched and nibbled at the
back of the mutt's neck.

"You know," the bear said over the low tenor of the mutt's moans. "I'm trying to be
selfless. You spare all my friends for a month, and I'll tell you what, I'll let you have me
for however long you want."

Aaron sighed and trembled in the bear's grip. It was a rather sudden offer; it took him
aback, but still he pressed himself into the bear's embrace and lavished in the warmth,
even though he was already hot and exhausted. He didn't answer, he simply began to
moan, trying to swallow though his throat was parched. The magnificent hands traveled
over his body again, though this time they seemed to remember where they'd been.
Finally, he added to the already impressive amount of cum soaked into his fur. He
grabbed the bear's thighs, his body rocked back and forth with an effulgence of pleasure,
he radiated bliss, his heavy nuts tight against his body, his thick curved cock gleaming
with pre in the bear's paw, and he shot a tremendous load that soaked into his chest, as
well as the bear's shoulder, great torrents of juice that seemed to spray from a hose, the
final exclamation point on a long night. The mutt was nearly visibly steaming with the
smell of musk when he was finished, and the bear's arms wrapped around him
completely, holding him close and tight for everyone to see.

"Do you really think an orgy is a strong foundation for a relationship?" the otter asked,
still on his knees.

"Shut the fuck up," they chorused.