I Pay My Rent Every Day
Craig smiled brightly as Rhett tussled his headfur. The young terrier lifted his head to nuzzle against the big lupine paw against it but it didn't come as a surprise as the grip suddenly became steely around one of his ears, holding him fast in place. After all this was the ritual: Rhett, Baz and Frankie came home from work and for a little while Craig was the house toy. He sat still, knowing that if Rhett got to him first he was supposed to just sit still and smile so when he saw the free, grey paw slowly undo the zipper of a pair of bulging, khaki shorts He obligingly looked up and smiled as wide as he could.
The other two were in the kitchen, scrounging loudly for drinks or food. Maybe both. It was hard to tell with Frankie. But Craig didn't have the luxury to worry about the lack of anything worthwhile in the fridge as a swelling mass of dark wolfflesh flopped free from the opened pants. The little dog breathed deeply of the thick, masculine smell of his musk billowing out of him like a fog and shivered a bit with an almost silent moan rattling from his throat. "Hush!" came the immediate and harsh admonition followed by a firm smack across the face with the warm, thick, heavy club hanging from Rhett's crotch. Even once it dragged across his cheek and muzzle he could feel the warmth of it radiating on his face, until it swung back and got his other cheek.
"Good one," Baz cheered, sipping on a glass of milk and nude from the waist down, a throbbing red rod leading his way into the living room. The heavy set coyote downed in his drink in one big gulp and flicked on the TV although he didn't really watch what came on. Instead he stood by Rhett's side and stroked his own shaft, fluffing it up nice and hard while the wolf finished erecting his own. Before long Craig was staring down nearly two feet of collective cock and the biggest one had yet to arrive. The two canids though weren't that concerned though and pulled in the little dog and ground his face against their thick shaft, smacking his chin and neck with their balls while precum dripped down on his face like light rain. The fluids were thick, and just a little sweet, the way Craig liked it so he couldn't help but lick his lips when some dripped that far but every lick earned him another cock slap. He always giggled on they inside when they would say "Bad dog," then 'punish' him by swinging their cocks in his face. he knew it was just a joke but it was hardly a punishment when he loved it so much.
After a couple of moments, humping and sword fighting, the wolf seemed to get a little impatient, shoving his roommate aside and grasping Craig by his head and jaw, his silent instruction for him to open his mouth and growled lustfully. Glad to oblige, the terrier unfurled his tongue and spread his mouth as wide as he could to handle the jaw breaker. No sooner was his mouth open than it was filled with rich, salty meat. He could taste the sheen of sweat on the wolfen dick until it gagged him, forcing it's way insistently down his throat. He wanted to cough the dick back out at first. It was always hard to take a dick like Rhett's that quickly but soon enough his body got used to it and before he knew it his tongue was writhing against the firm flesh lodged in his mouth and his neck was swallowing around the head.
Baz laughed heartily as he resumed stroking his dick so the tip smacked the toy dog on the nose each time. "Rhett's starting without you, Frankie" he called into the kitchen, over the din of the microwave. All the while, Craig had to handle the deep thrust of onyx flesh in and out of his mouth, each one going to the root, burying him in dark, thick fur forcing him to linger in its musky scent then pulling back to give him a chance to breath. It was hard work but worth it for the flavour of wolf trying to get deeper and deeper. Baz on the other hand didn't need much, just a few taps and few easy strokes and he was a happy guy. In fact, not long after he warned their last roommate what was going on his balls began to rise and his body to tremble. He let out a heady moan and tossed his head back.
"Fag," Rhett laughed, crotch deep in the blissful terrier's muzzle.
"Shut up, Rhett. You sucked my balls this morning," the weighty coyote retorted before shouting a short curse then grasping the base of his dick tight as it jumped hard. Craig barely had time to shut his eyes before he felt a heavy hot gush right on his eyelids. The first one went across his face over both eyes then over Rhett's grasping paw but the second and the third went out of control. Splattering everywhere, even on the wolf's cock, giving the cock toy his first taste of cum for the night. Baz was always a heavy cummer, so it wasn't a surprise when it kept going beyond five, then eight and finally stopped at fourteen but a half-limp slap to a cumstained cheek reminded him that despite his hair trigger, the coyote go go as often as he wanted.
"He's got you there, Rhett," came the last voice for the evening. It was hard to believe it when Frankie spoke. He had a much higher and softer voice than you would expect from a fox like him. he was covered in muscles that outshone Rhett's one athletic figure by a landslide. He wasn't a professional body builder but even without supplements he was easily the size of one. Craig could barely make sense of it but in the midst of the scents of cum, sex and musk, there was the smell of ramen noodles accompanied by a heavy weight on the couch. The terrier winced despite himself knowing what that meant. he could have taken one of the others but if Frankie wanted to be ridden it meant a very sore night.
But with Rhett so devoted to fucking his face and Baz content to just work his own meat there was only one option left. Craig hoped that he'd at least be distracted enough by his before dinner meal to gentle and luckily he felt a massive, rock hard arm slip slowly around his waist and tug him into the fox's lap. Just to keep himself stable he couldn't free a paw to wipe his eyes clean but he didn't have to see anything to know that Frankie was both very naked and very aroused. The smell was overwhelming and the fur on his chest mingled with the little dog's in a ticklish way. He reached between his legs, never moving his head for fear that Rhett might take offence and gently fondled the foot long shaft jutting into the sex warmed air. It was thick, much thicker than the other two and hot to the touch. He followed a thick vein from the tip most of the way up then wandered his fingers on their own tot he lip of his foreskin, teasing around the edge of it then pulling it back and forth over the head.
A soft laugh, mixed with a murr was Frankie's thank you for the practiced attention of those fingers while a blast of precum soaked Craig's hand as if to say "Get it ready." The boy toy slide his wet fingers up and down the massive length while his tongue did the same to the one shoving down his throat. he worked his way back up, squeezing the pronounced ridge on its underbelly to milk out more juice before going back down. He needed a lot of lube or this wouldn't work. But it wasn't long before and arm pushed Rhett back and Craig knew he was in for it.
Strong paws gripped his hips and lifted him a little further up so he was poised over the foot long shaft. He could hear the wolf panting and two paws working in a cacophonous rhythm against the heavy cocks waiting to resume their use of the poor pup, who was enjoying himself far too much to say anything that might interrupt the moment. So when he was pulled down a little roughly onto the uncut mass awaiting his tiny hole, Craig just bit his lip and took it in stride. He could feel the heat radiating into his body as it stretched wide to accept the monstrous cock boring in. Before long he felt it pop and the rest rushed in like a train out of control. He couldn't help but bark as the hilt slammed against his hips though, and at that very second he felt the other two rush in to take the advantage. After a short scuffle the dog was filled with cock in both ends again but it took a while before he could piece together whose it was.
But before he could conjure up the mental images he had of how each of their cocks fit in his throat, Craig was infused with a thick rush of cum. It exploded over his tongue and with his nose clamped shut he had no choice but to swallow. he always swallowed but it was just a habit Baz had. Just to make sure, he always said. His second load was as thick and copious as the first, pouring almost violently into his gut while Rhett's firm grip pulled him closer and started to hump against his face, panting louder and louder until with a howl he started to cum too.
The dog wished he could see. He could imagine the hard rockets of spooge flying toward the ceiling then landing somewhere on the floor. He could hear it splat while it soaked his head and seeped into his ear. He knew some of it was landing on Frankie by the way he laughed but the more the cumming pair seemed to rocket off the more they seemed to remove any hope of the fox being gentle. He was kind enough to wait for the dog's body to relax but once he felt those rings stop squeezing his shaft he hips began to rock deep, first just a couple inches, then a few more until Craig was bouncing high along that foot long monster. Frankie almost purred while he licked the cum off their pet's cheek waiting until the others finished to move up to his eyes granting him his sight back.
Finally, Craig looked at his roommates and panted, struggling to handle the pylon ramming him over and over, while Baz kept stroking his cock and Rhett looked at his handy work while groping the coyote's round ass. He stared at their limp cocks, proud that he'd swallowed both of them to the root while his body started to instinctively milk the even bigger one pushing his organs aside to take it's pleasure. If any of them were to give a reach around it would have been Frankie, but since for weeks they all at some point or another had tried to get the terrier to cum during their nightly activity but he simply needed a lot more time than they did so to save him the embarrassment they just worked him over as best they can and trusted that all the cum they put out would make up for it. Still he wished that he could get off for once with all the pressure of the fox rubbing against his prostate.
He whimpered and whined but that only spurred the fox on. Frankie, nibbled at his neck and scratched down his belly but his balls wouldn't stop slapping his ass and his cock would only go deeper into his body while the other canids watched in voyeuristic glee. They stroked each other eagerly, inching closer as an idea visibly passed between them. Soon they were pressing their cocks against Craig's face yet again but rather than vying to get in position, Rhett, simply grabbed in head in classic "Blow me" style and Craig was forced to suck both their bloated heads. The pair of titanic cocks flooded his mouth with warm preseed, sweet and cloying amid the old tastes of cum.
Craig guessed that the two of them really had a thing for each other. Rhett always liked to act like he only had sex with boys for the sake of having sex but it was moments like this when they were together, enjoying simple pleasures that he could see the connection between them. The dog simply sucked, despite the aching stretch of his lips and slurped loudly and messily around their dicks. They all laughed and chatted about work as he took their meat deeper and deeper in his body. It was pleasant to listen to them talk, to let their voices meld together like the pleasure shuddering though his body and the flavour coursing down his throat.
Finally, Baz slipped his cock free, beating it eagerly until a bright idea struck him and he crouched between the wolf and their little, exhausted dog and pressed his cock against Frankie's. Craig thought he might zone out from the sensation but suddenly he was reminded how very full he was. The coyote tried valiantly to force his cock in but mercifully the rod couldn't fit along side the even bigger one already in him. Instead he just howled out and gushed hard against his abused hole. Some of it eked its way inside him. One even got between his tight ring and managed to get a whole jet of warm gooey jizz around the fox's cock.
It didn't take much for that cumload to finish coating the terrier's ass, Frankie's balls and the lip of the couch in his thick, white batter and finally Baz was finished. He simply, laughed, turned around and started to watch TV, rubbing Craig's leg as a sort of idle thank you. The dog's tail wagged appreciatively, only making the cum inside him shift and slid around the monster reaching for his diaphragm proving that his body was much more resilient than was his fair share. Now though it was time to swallow a load for Rhett so he just let Frankie toss him up and down while he tended to the dark, meaty wolfcock waiting, almost uncharacteristically, for him to finish him off. He gulped hard and then went to work, diving into the wolf's crotch, gagging gently and slurping around the base of it. He bobbed his head in time with the fox's constant rhythm until he felt those rough hands on his head. Rhett drove in deep so his first shot would go right past Craig's taste buds into his gut then with a messy schorlp he pulled free and showered his chest in blasts of cum shaking his dick to make sure he made a through mess with it's chaotic design.
Rhett panted softly then reached down and petted the sticky head that was breathing as if he'd run his heart out but he still had one more dick to finish before he could rest. So he dredged up the last of his conviction and squeezed his hole tight, flexing his body around the insistent rod pummeling his rump. Frankie chuckled almost darkly, taking it as a challenge and thus slowing his roll while the others argued over what to watch. Craig whined softly to a peal of laughter but now it had turned into a game. He had to get Frankie shooting. He twisted his hips back and forth, swirling around like he was belly dancing just to keep him thrusting faster but lucky a peculiar twist really revved him up. The pup had won and now he was getting the rid of his life. The muscled fox gripped him hard around the waist and changed the ride to a real fuck slamming the wrecking balls he had for testes against the smaller aching ones until with a bite and squeeze he popped.
Given a chance to swear his life on it, Craig might have guessed he'd had a whole gallon pumped into his body. It poured back out of him forcefully at which Baz cheered once more, trying to get the fox to keep cumming even more by reaching up and handling his balls. It kept coming and coming until the pup just could handle anymore. Craig tried to get away and a plop brought a deluge of cum down onto the couch and lap and floor beneath him while a foot long cock send stripes of seed all the way to the TV across the room. Everything but the idle screen was quiet for a moment while Frankie recovered and the first to move was Craig. He kissed the fox's nose gently, panting as he struggled to his feet. "I was thinking of making pasta today, guys. Alfredo okay with everyone?"
Rhett opened his mouth to speak but Baz, as always, had something sharp to say about cum sluts and the wolf licking his hand clean. In the ensuing battle of wits, the clever Frankie managed to turn on one of his favourite musicals knowing that they couldn't complain until they were done fighting and he'd be too settled in to change it and Craig stumbled to the kitchen to get his water boiling. He smiled to himself, watching his erection throb desperately while he poured a pot of water. Maybe, he thought, he should finally step up and let them taste his cum. After all. He had a great deal of all of theirs already. Well. At least get them to eat some. Alfredo was a good choice wasn't it?