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"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" muttered Anthony as he walked into the mall.

"Who waits until Christmas Eve to buy a gift?" His sister replied as she walked behind him, letting her big hulk of a brother push his way through the packed crowds. Answer: a moronic bull moo, who only just got paid. Paid was slightly exaggerating things, he had just enough to cover his food and rent, for the first time in six months.

"Apparently everyone does," Anthony replied as he waited for two, painfully, slow-moving elderly female lions to pass by. They were surrounded by what had to be half the population of the town. "It wasn't like I had a choice, I only just got paid."

"You could have borrowed..." Keia began to say, but the sudden stop of her walking side of beef brother caused her to stop.

"Six months or begging, borrowing and lending. Now, I finally have a job, of sorts," barista in the local Steerbucks, not exactly CEO of a fortune five-hundred company, but when you are desperate anything that pays will do. "Devon has been paying both sides of the rent for the last three months."

"Damn, I didn't know, I thought you were using... like savings," Keia muttered, stroking her white hair away from her face. Her fur pattern was an elegant patchwork of white and golden fur, just like their mother. Anthony had often been jealous of her more exotic patterning. He was golden brown from ear tip to hoof. She had inherited their mother's short-haired Hereford fur, giving her a sleeker and yet still curvy appearance. While he had gotten their father's highland shaggy fur and long horns.

Anthony had blamed his shaggy appearance for his bad luck in interviews. It took gallons of hair product to tame his hairs natural inclination to do what it wants. Most days he didn't bother. Fortunately, his new boss was an Icelandic pony by breed, he was a New Yorker by birth. The horse knew the horrors of shaggy fur from the inside and only insisted Anthony give grooming a moderately spirited effort.

"I was, for the first three months, you know how expensive life is. I borrowed some from mom and dad, but... I couldn't really do it anymore after Dad had that funny turn," by funny tern his father meant a stroke. Apparently not saying stroke out loud somehow made it not as serious. It had scared the shit out of their family, he'd been in and out of hospital for months. The old bull had endured a bunch of scans, and treatment. Naturally, as a result, medical bills had been piling up.

There had been no way he could look his mother in the eye and ask for more money. In desperation Anthony had asked his reindeer roommate, Devon, to spot him for 'just a month'. The sweet deer hadn't made him ask again, he'd seen his friend in trouble and just helped. If the bull ever raised the topic it the deer just said, "pay me back, when you can." He'd never asked for a single cent, or even hinted at the cost. Hell, he hadn't even asked Anthony to do any extra chores, the bull had done them all anyway. After all, he was in the flat all day most days, the least he could do was clean, tidy and cook.

"So what are you going to get him?" Keia asked as she followed her brother deeper into the people stuffed hell filled with panicked last minute shoppers.

"The best, most amazing and awesome gift... that twenty bucks can buy," Anthony replied, followed by a slightly deflated sigh. After his parents' and sister's gifts were bought he had almost nothing left. The twenty dollars was based on his assumption that he could bring home enough Xmas dinner leftovers to live off for a week, while he waited for his next paycheque.

"Oh man, so maybe some hoof warmers," the female cow mumbled sarcastically, nobody liked getting socks, or sock-like presents for Christmas. "You're not going to get him anything that nice for twenty bucks."

"It's the thought that counts," countered the bull as he plunged into a store.

"Ok, well I think you can't get him anything decent for twenty bucks, just give him the twenty and the number of one of your friends from the gym," the female cow replied as she glanced along rows of cologne. All the decent ones were well over Anthony's spending limit.

"None of them are gay," grumbled the bull. "Besides, what kind of gift is that, Merry Christmas, here's the number of a guy who you might get along with."

"Pity you ain't gay, nothing says thank you for everything like a good blow j..." a blonde thick finger was pressed to her lips and she saw a frantic look on her brother's hazel eyes, behind the golden curtain of his fringe.

"I will name all of my children after you if you never say anything like that ever again, ever!" Anthony stated, loudly enough that a few shoppers turned to look at him. He leant closer and whispered, "you're my sister, no brother wants to hear their sister say stuff like that."

Keia laughed and shook her head, "aww, poor little calf doesn't want to hear what I did for Trent on his birthday?" She asked teasingly.

"I very much do not!" Anthony replied and turned to run, hoping to get away before his sister did something more disgusting. Though at that moment the only thing she could do that was worse would be to offer a demonstration on some stranger. He managed to get all of a step or two before his way was blocked.

The shopping trip went about as well as anyone could expect a Christmas Eve gift hunt, limited to a measly twenty bucks, to go. Eventually, when Keia's grumbling reached a deafening crescendo, Anthony had relented and spent his hard earned cash.

"So... I say hoof warmers, you say not good enough. Two hours of pushing, shoving and so many guys 'accidentally' brushing my ass later and you buy... hoof warmers," grumbled the cow as she climbed into the driver's seat of her car.

"Well, not just hoof warmers," the bull replied a little sheepishly as he glanced into the bag.

"Hoof warmers and a can of deodorant, you're a catch and a half." Keia laughed as she started up her engine.

"It's not like I have a choice. I'm hanging on by my fucking fingernails!" Anthony spat those words bitterly as he tossed his bag on the back seat. His deep heavy breaths misted up the windscreen and Keia could tell her brother was upset because she had eyes, ears and was within a fifty-foot radius. "I just... wanted to get him something nice... I dunno, something that said, 'thanks, you really helped me out.'" There were tears in her brother's eye and she knew this wasn't just about the gift, it was about six months of mental stress, humiliation and despair.

"They are nice, and Devon knows you have only just got started in your job. He will appreciate the thought," she cooed reassuringly reaching out to pat her brother's thick arm. "Though I still think it's a pity you couldn't hook him up with someone, the guy's been single for like a year. A good date and screw would be the best gift anyone could get him."

Inside the bull's miserable mind a tiny light bulb lit up. An idea, one probably stupid, definitely inappropriate idea, but damn it... it was thoughtful, sort of. Like Keia said, it was the best gift anyone could give Devon. He shook his head, his huge horns scratching grooves in the soft protective fabric that covered the ceiling of the car; designed specifically to absorb those sorts of motions and prevent any sudden horn movements puncturing the metal above. The idea was silly, plus he had no idea how Devon would react.

Keia dropped him off at his place and he found the apartment empty. He placed the two small wrapped parcels under the tree. Anthony had been living with Devon for years, since just after college. Devon was his closest friend, it was his shoulder the bull had cried on when his last girlfriend, Katelyn, dumped him and when he lost his job. While the bull had been there for the gay deer when he had found his boyfriend cheating on him. That had been two years ago and the deer was only just starting to look at moving on.

Anthony spotted a newly wrapped present under the tree, his curiosity was instantly stirred. He reached out to lift the card, "To Tony, love Devon." His inner child did a little dance, something else to open on Xmas morning! While his outer adult cringed. It was huge, a couple of foot across, square, but thin, maybe six inches deep. The bull picked it up briefly, there was weight to it. His mind ran through all the possibilities. He'd been complaining about his laptop for a while: the damn thing would not stay connected to the wifi, it was so outdated and slow he was reminded of the days of dial-up internet.

Lifting it one more time, he was certain he was right. It was about the right size and weight, in a cardboard box, therefore brand new. While beside it, the two tiny wrapped parcels he had got for Devon mocked him with their inadequacy, with his inadequacy. As he stared at the gifts, he heard the sound of a car door slamming. The sound seemed to break something in his mind. Devon was almost home. Anthony ran, his huge hovels thumping on the floor.

His shirt was pulled off, his pants and underwear followed; thrown into the open door of his room. Anthony dashed into Devon's bedroom. It was neat and tidy, unlike his own which was covered in far more clothes than those he had just tossed in there. The bed was made, nice blue sheets and blanket, with matching pillows, a king-sized bed. On a small desk sat a desktop pc, a small jewellery box and some scissors and ribbon. Devon had clearly been wrapping presents and not cleared up yet, or maybe he wasn't done with buying presents.

As he heard the sound of the front door closing, the bull cut a length of ribbon and then sat down on the bed. He could hear Devon calling out, "Tony, you home yet?" and he couldn't help but giggle a little. This was so crazy, so stupidly crazy. However, as he tied the ribbon in a bow around his sheath he caught a glimpse of himself in Devon's full-length mirror.

Shaggy golden fur, surrounding a well-built body, a small beer gut, between his meaty thighs two huge balls and a nice plump sheath. The pink of the ribbon contrasting nicely and making it stand out despite the shaggy golden fur surrounding it. His long-horns were gleaming, he'd had them polished to be presentable for his new job. Anthony had to admit, he wasn't bad looking, definitely a fine gift to find under your tree, or in your bed.

Anthony's heart was pounding as he knew he was in it now, there was no backing out. He was naked in his roommate's bedroom, bow around his sheath. Even the greatest smoothest talker in the world couldn't talk their way out of this one. He was locked on target, long beyond the point of no return. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the door handle move, and the door opened quickly.

Devon's was standing behind it, a shopping bag in his paw. The bag hit the ground at the same moment as the deer's jaw hit the floor. Anthony could see confusion behind those green eyes, his face passed through several different expressions, surprise, confusion, happiness, back to confusion and ended up on amusement.

"Merry Christmas!" Anthony announced, waving a paw at his chest, stomach and crotch.

The deer stood frozen in the headlights of Anthony's low hanging fruits. Then he gave a chuckle and shook his head, a paw covering his muzzle. His huge horns waving back and forth in a display that could easily cost an unwary person an eye. Fortunately, the bull was well away from the minimum safe distance. Plus the deer was a good half a foot taller if a lot slimmer than the bull. Anthony had often been jealous of Devon's swimmers build, while he was stuck with a genetic ability to take up space.

"Wh..what?!" The cervine finally managed, taking a few hesitant steps into his room. Eyes darting looking around, as if he expected a T.V. camera crew, or a group of friends, to jump out and reveal it all to be a joke.

The bull blushed and squirmed a little on the bed, he had hoped for a more happy and accepting reaction. "I... er...well I couldn't... get you a good gift, so I thought... I thought."

"That your cock was a great gift?" The deer asked putting his paw over his eyes and chuckling more.

Anthony gulped, a little hurt to hear his friend laughing at the offer. He wasn't exactly movie-star handsome, but he wasn't a bad catch. "Well...the bow was just for like effect, you know. You've been so nice to me all year and I just wanted to get you something really good for Christmas, but I couldn't afford a good gift. So I thought... well... I mean, I'm willing to do anything you want, really. I mean within reason..."

With another chuckled the deer looked at his friend, those green eyes seeing the delicate bull before him for what he was. He smiled and took a seat on the bed next to Anthony, "Tony, look don't get me wrong. This," he waved a brown furry paw over his friend as he spoke. "This is something really amazing, and I am... really grateful that you would... do something so... intimate as a gift."

A warm dark brown paw landed on the bull's shoulder and squeezed gently. For a moment Anthony's heart raced, his head actually felt light, and even stranger he could feel a stirring below. He'd never questioned his sexuality, he was attracted to girls or had always been. Yet sitting naked before his friend, offering himself up, there was a strange giddy thrill. Maybe it was simply because it was Devon, someone he liked and trusted more than anyone outside his immediate family.

"The thing is, Tony, there's... a difference between willing to, and wanting to," the deer said his words coming out so slow the bull knew his friend was choosing his words carefully to avoid hurting him. "I want a guy who isn't just willing to have sex with me, but one who wants to have sex with me. Someone who thinks, that guy's ass looks great, I want him. Now, please don't take this as a rejection, you are fucking hot, I mean like the heart of a volcano kinda of hotness, surface of the fucking sun kinda hot. My penis, which is very hard at the sight of you naked by the way, is threatening to kill me with blue balls for turning your offer down, kind of hot."

Anthony blushed deeply a shy, silly grin coming to his face. His ego was certainly inflating, along with other parts of his body as he heard his friend talk about him in such terms. He felt silly but at the same time a little giddy from hearing another guy call him hot. The reindeer leaned a little closer and he blushed as he realised his friend was taking advantage to get a good look at his sheath. "If you ever get a little curious, or want to experiment then just say the word. So long as you want it, I would really enjoy helping you..."

Devon's speech ended with a soft surprised whine. Anthony gulped a little, shocked by his own brazenness. While his friend had been talking, he had decided he was definitely a little curious. His blonde paw was currently resting on Devon's crotch, where his fingers were tracing around a thick and very erect lump of venison. He could see the deer's jaw had dropped again and this time he couldn't help but smile. With his free paw, he stroked Devon's cheek as he leant closer and whispered, "guess I'm a little curious." His whispered words had only just reached Devon's ears when their velvet lips met.

His first kiss with another man, Anthony was surprised how much it reminded him of his first kiss with a girl. Nervous quivers in his stomach, the feel of their warmth against his, the tingle of excitement that caused his cock to swell and the worry that he wasn't doing it right. The only difference was he'd had a few girlfriends, so he had kissing experience to fall back on. Two warm tongues met, and slipped against each other, dancing together.

A soft, happy, moan escaped the cervine's lips. Anthony's paw gripped the firm trapped bulge, he marvelled at the feel and the excitement that ran through him as he groped his friend. Devon's paws were stroking his body, his fingers caressing down the bull's flanks. The touch was wonderful, fingers pressing just enough into Anthony's fur that the tips stroked against his skin. It was an electric feeling, he moaned and giggled a little, breaking the kiss. "Sorry, ticklish." He mumbled, and the deer smiled repeating his stroking to get another giggle from the bull.

Anthony fought back, with a firm squeeze to the hot meat in his paw, his other paw joining the first and fumbling with the button flies on Devon's jeans. He popped button after button. With each button pop, Devon gave a lusty deep moan of excitement. His cervine friend had a dazed look on his face like he wasn't really fully awake yet. "You... are you sure?" Devon whispered as the last button popped.

Responding with actions rather than words, Anthony pushed a paw into the reindeer's jeans. His fingers brushed on the soft cotton fabric of his underwear and then grasped the hot length within. Devon gasped deeply and Anthony felt a slight dampness on his fingertips. He squeezed the cotton covered maleness, admiring the heat, strength and pulse of his friend's manhood. As his fingers explored, his lips pressed forward, taking the deer by surprise kissing him passionately, his tongue delving into the warmth of his maw.

Bull fingers found boxer flies and, without a second thought, he pulled Devon's length out into the night. Devon gasped in his muzzle, the deer's own paws no longer waiting. Trembling with lust they dove down, finding a fully engorged bovine cock. They surrounded it squeezed and jerked, one paw hefting his low hanging sack. All the while, the two kissed and moaned. Tasting the cries of pleasure from each other, while their paws worked tirelessly.

Devon broke the kiss and Anthony found himself dodging, as his friend looked down and an array of antlers jabbed his way. He blushed as he heard his friend whisper, "damn, this is so beautiful, big, thick and delicious." With each word the deer had squeezed his cock and Anthony had cried out, his head dizzy as it swam with desire and the wonderful feeling of his ego being stroked. The deer's cock was pulled from his paw, as Devon slipped off the bed and down to his knees. Leaving a trail of snuffly kisses all down the bull's chest and stomach.

Gasping, Anthony felt a velvety muzzle brush his cock and then the wonderful warmth as those plush lips kissed his tip. He looked down, beneath a mass of antlers, some of which were tickling his belly, he could see his friend, lips sealed around the tip of his mottled length. A deep and rumbling moan of pleasure echoed through the room, as a broad cervine tongue caressed his glans. Anthony watched it, transfixed, while Devon's pink tongue swirled around his broad cocktip, again and again. Each movement got stronger, bolder and then the breath caught in his throat as Devon's head pressed forward. Anthony cried out, lost in pleasure, while he watched his cock slip into the warm heaven of his friend's maw.

On instinct, his paws grabbed the deer's antlers for support. The feeling of holding another male's head while they serviced him was a surprise to Anthony. He felt powerful, strong and virile. He'd felt similar when females had serviced him, yet this was much stronger. His fingers tightened their grip and he gave way to his nature, bucking his hips a little and thrusting into the cervine's hungry mouth. He paused after the thrust, holding his breath, waiting to see if he had crossed a line, some lovers do not like it when someone takes control. The only sign Devon gave was a squirming tongue along the bovine's length and an increased suctions.

Taking this as a green light Anthony pulled back and thrust again, just a few inches, moving nice and slow. Yet the feelings and sensations surrounding his maleness were so intense, his head swam and he could barely control himself. His body was urging him on, begging him to go faster and harder. To breed the cow it was fucking hard and fast until he filled her with his milk. Devon grasped the base of the bull's shaft and squeezed, while his other paw cradled two huge leather wrapped bovine fruits.

The sensation was far too much for Anthony, it had been over six months since anyone but himself had touched his cock. With a deep and rumbling bellow, he thrust his cock one last time into his friend's maw. Then he felt it pulsing, throbbing, as he unleashed jet after jet of bull seed. In his hazy mind, he knew he should have given warning. That he might face some backlash for just dumping his cum in his friend's maw, holding him down on it by the antlers too. Yet his body whispered that that was a problem for the future, here in the present he should just enjoy the feeling as he emptied every drop into a willing mate.

While his orgasm faded, he felt a paw tapping on his wrist. Anthony let go of Devon's antlers and felt the warmth pull from around his cock. The sudden change in sensation made his head spin and he lay back, sprawling on Devon's bed. "Fuck... that was..."

"A good start," Devon added as he got to his hooves, wiping his muzzle and grinning at the bull. Anthony looked up and he saw his friend staring at his naked body, with the expression a starving man gives when looking at a steak. A glance down and the bull's breath caught in his throat. The cervine's erection had felt good in his paw. However, looking at it he had to wonder if he had bitten off more than he could chew, or not chew. Even though he'd never sucked on a cock he was pretty sure chewing was not part of giving a guy oral.

"W... what do you want to do next?" The bull asked, the tremor in his voice easy for anyone to read. He saw sympathy slip into the deer's expression.

"Nothing that's going to hurt, don't worry," Devon said, as he crawled onto the bed. Anthony felt the mattress bouncing a little under him. The look on the deer's face was one of pure confidence. Somehow, looking into those steady green eyes Anthony felt safe and reassured. Most importantly he felt wanted, desired and lusted after. "I've broken in more than a few guys in my time, I know how to do it so it doesn't hurt and so that it feels really, really good. I promise, assuming you want me to."

Anthony gulped a little, he could feel himself tensing up at the thought. Yet, at the same time he couldn't help but wonder, so many gay guys seemed to like it. "I guess... I mean I've always been kinda curious about... that."

Devon's smile broadened into a very confident grin, "on all fours, time for a little preparation TFC."

The bull blushed deeply, squirming for a moment or two, inside Anthony wondered if he was really going to go through with this. It was different when it was just an idea, a good gift and a little discomfort. However, with a very horny reindeer so close he could feel the heat of his body and see beads of pre glistening on his cocktip, it was different. His body was having no such doubts, it followed the deer's commands without him making a decision to. "Wait, what is TFC?"

Positioning himself behind the bovine the Devon ran his paws over the upturned buttocks. Anthony found himself moaning softly, no woman had ever admired his rear in such a way. Anthony's heart was racing as he imagined what was about to happen, his entire body clenched in a mixture of fear and desire. "Oh, it's the best way to prepare a guy to ride a dick. Especially a guy new to bottoming. First step is T, and then second step you use fingers F and finally your cock, see FC."

"Oh..wait, what does the T stand FOOOOH!" The bull cried out in delighted shock as Devon's muzzle had dove between his cheeks. A slippery warm tongue licking up the bovine's crack and over his musky hole. Anthony whimpered a little in shock, his body utterly unprepared for the deer's tongue. The slippery appendage licked across his pucker. He felt the tip squirming against his ring, he gasped at the sensation. Gentle wonderful tickles around his ring, while warm lips and muzzle pressed into his cleft.

He gasped as the actions of the broad tongue soothed him, the pleasant sensation was definitely better than he thought it would be. Not that he had ever thought anyone would ever do that to him. With a few wriggles, the tongue tip played against his hole then swirled around his doughnut, before wriggling on his entrance again. The deer worked his entrance again and again until his tongue wriggled into his ring, he felt himself stretching around the warm mass.

Anthony gasped out as the tongue wriggled slowly, working deeper, his ring stretching gently. There was no pain or even discomfort, the sensations were strange, yet wonderful little thrills of pleasure seemed to quiver through his body. Then out of nowhere he felt a bolt of pleasure shoot up his spine and back down to the tip of his cock. He bellowed in lust, pushing his ass back against the reindeer's muzzle. "Oh...fuck!"

A second bolt followed and a third, as the deer's tongue lashed against his prostate. Anthony had never felt sensations like them before. He pushed back eagerly with each moment, losing himself to the pleasure. He no longer cared about what was coming, what was happening, what it might mean for his sexuality. All he cared about was the pleasurable feelings he was drowning in.

Devon seemed in no hurry, his tongue moved slowly in circles, regularly returning to his prostate. Each time he did Anthony moaned in pleasure, his hips pushed back wanting more. He reached down to grab his own aching cock, stroking it quickly. A dizzying array of sensations and emotions made it impossible for him to think. Anthony was lost to the moment and the only thing he cared for was the sensations inside him.

Without warning the tongue was pulled from his ass and he cried out in annoyance and glanced back. Only to make eye contact with a smugly smiling deer, "see, I told you, TFC, tongue, fingers and then cock. Now step two..." as he spoke he kept his eyes locked on the bull and it wasn't until Anthony felt something slick pressing to his ass that he realised what was about to happen.

His spit dripping ass opened up around those two digits, slowly. This time it stung just a little, and yet it was just a tiny sting, while his ass felt wonderfully full again. "You ok? Let me know if it gets too much, or if it starts hurting." The deer whispered, as he hooked his fingers around, Anthony wasn't able to reply beyond crying out in pleasure. "So that's where your prostate is." Chuckled the reindeer, as he pulled his fingers back and then pushed them in once more.

The bull bit his lip as his friend started to finger fuck him, slowly at first. His own body began to rock against those fingers, "oh.... You like that huh?" Devon chuckled and Anthony kept his eyes firmly on the wall ahead of him, desperate not to turn back and admit it felt good. "Time for another finger." the bull's eyes went wide and he whimpered at the thought of more, but he couldn't stop himself. He felt the third slick finger pressing inside him and he just moaned in pleasure.

While the deer fucked him faster, Anthony felt the three fingers moving, opening up and stretching him more and more. He knew what was coming next, the big C of TFC. What really amazed him was how much he wanted to feel it, any doubts were quashed as those digits caressed his prostate over and over. "Please... fuck me." He moaned softly and then whimpered as the fingers inside him stopped.

"What did you say?" Devon asked, and from the tone of his voice Anthony knew the deer wasn't playing with him, he was genuinely shocked.

"Fuck me... " Anthony muttered so softly that he was surprised that Devon could hear it.

"O... ok, roll over," the deer replied softly. Anthony did as he was told, his mottled pink and black cock dangling over his ample stomach as he lay on his back. His arms were grateful for the rest as he sank into the soft mattress. Devon gently pulled his legs apart and he squirmed a little as he watched the deer position himself between his legs.

He looked at his friend, and it felt like he was seeing Devon for the first time. Certainly, this was a side of his friend he had never expected to see. His shirt had been removed, the deer's cream furred chest was heaving slightly as he breathed rapidly. His stomach was flat, his body slender and yet powerful. The dark brown of the fur on his flanks and back was a wonderful contrast to his creamy chest and thighs.

It was his face that Anthony studied most, and he knew that he would always remember it. The look on Devon's face was not one of a conquering hero, a man getting a prize. All he saw in those eyes was concern and passion for the person he was with. Those beautiful green orbs seemed to look right through him.

The bull's own breathing was rapid, he gasped as he felt the deer lift his hips and then whimpered softly as he felt something hard pressing to his ring. His eyes looked down to where he could see the cervine's long, thick pink length. A paw stroked his chin and lifted it up, "eyes up here, sweet Tony. If it hurts, or if you want me to stop, you say so. Ok?"

Words wouldn't come to his lips, but he nodded his head in response. His head hadn't stopped moving when he felt the cock thrust forward, just a little. It pushed against his ring, kissing it hello but no more. "I want you to clench for me, and stay clenched for as long as you can," Devon told him, and he responded. His ring closing tightly, and then Anthony held still. For a few seconds he waited and wondered what the deer was doing, then he felt his muscles burning.

Less than a minute later he gave a gasp as his exhausted muscle relaxed. Then he cried out, Devon had thrust forward and his exhausted ring stretched easily and painlessly. Anthony took in half of his friend's shaft without so much as a twinge of pain. He laid his head back on the bed panting, while his entire body trembled at the feeling of the length inside him. The bull marvelled at the feeling inside him, the heat and the fullness.

There was something more to it though, a feeling of connection. He opened his eyes and looked up at Devon. The deer was looking down at him, clearly waiting for him to be ready. This time he didn't have to ask, his friend knew what he needed. An inch of deer shaft was pulled from inside him and he gasped as sensations of pleasure danced through his body, just from the small motion. Then he cried out loudly as Devon thrust again, pressing deeper. The bull's fingers tore at the blanket, as the deer thrust, again and again, working his full length into his lover.

Devon leant over him and suddenly his lips were pressed to the bull's. They kissed passionately, as the deer rutted slowly, but firmly working just a few inches back and forth. Anthony whimpered and thrust upwards when he felt a strong paw wrapping around his achingly hard maleness. His cock was drooling pre heavily and the dual sensations were so powerful.

He lost himself to his lover, to the passion of the kiss, the pleasure of the thrusts and the feel of a paw jerking him off rapidly. Anthony never thought he would do this with any man. Yet as he lay under his friend, he could think of no place he would rather be. Their bodies entwined, writhing together in pleasure. Gasps and cries of bliss were shared, their voices echoing around the room.

Anthony could feel sweat trickling down him, his entire body was on fire. The cock inside him was moving so fast he could hardly tell when one thrust ended and the next began. His head spun and he felt his huge nuts rising and tensing. He didn't fight back his need, he let himself cum. Bellowing an animalistic sound into his friend's mouth. While his thick cock throbbed in the deer's paw, covering both of their stomachs in bull seed.

Breaking the kiss, Devon's rutting suddenly reaching a fever pitch. Each moment the deer's hips crashed into him, hilting that thickness inside him, over and over. Until the antlered head leant back and Devon bellowed his own mating cry, and Anthony felt a sudden warmth inside him, his friend's thick cock continued to rutt, fucking deer cum deep inside him. The deer kept thrusting over and over until they were both spent, then he fell over onto the bed panting heavily.

The bull lay basking in the afterglow of one of the strongest orgasms of his life, and he heard the deer mutter, "best gift ever!"

Laughing out loud he looked at the deer and kissed his lips softly, "glad you liked it, I might get it for you again on your birthday."

"It's better than hoof warmers," muttered the reindeer and Anthony bellowed with laughter, as he put his arms around his friend.

"Merry Christmas." The bull muttered softly as he lay there content.

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