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"...and that is why I always fish out of a kayak. I mean, just being out there on the water, you know, is a whole nother experience. Beats fishing off a dock or something." Tristan paused for half a second to catch his breath and take a drink from his mug. He was rambling and knew it.

The big draft horse next to him chuckled and shook his head, giving a shrug. "Well I couldn't really tell you the last time I've been fishing. Must have been when my dad took me camping when I was little."

"You're totally missing out then! You should totally give it a shot. I mean, it helps if you like to eat fish too."

Tristan sat his glass down on the bar and wiped his mouth with the back of a wooly paw. The fluffy sheep was just about to launch into another long winded, rambling talk about his last fishing expedition when he caught himself. Drinking may loosen him up enough to actually talk to a guy though there was a downside to it; he rambled. With a small, chagrined smile the sheep rubbed the back of his neck, glancing away from the guy sitting next to him at the bar and picked at a gouge in the bartop with his fingernail. It wasn't like he had been planning on drinking that much, it was just hard to match a horse drink for drink.

Glancing at his drinking buddy out of the corner of his eye Tristan tried to dredge the name up from his alcohol addled brain. Chase? Cole? No, no, it was Owen. Yeah, Owen. The big draft stud was on his third pitcher while Tristan was barely on his four glass. The draft horse was thick around both the arms and the gut. It wasn't that he was fat, it was more that the guy could probably lift a truck while also not caring about how many carbs were in the pitchers of beer and the nachos he'd destroyed. Burly. Yeah, burly was the word. Owen was a big, burly draft horse that Tristan couldn't help but feel drawn toward.

He had a type, ok? Maybe he didn't want to admit that there was just something special about horses. The way they moved, the way they smelled, the way their massive cocks would just stuff your guts. Ok, don't think about that last one. Feeling his skin start to flush under his wool Tristan took another long drink from his glass and finished it off. Nervously tapping a finger on the bar top he looked over to Owen. "Hey, sorry, I tend to go on when I get excited about something. I kinda realize I haven't given you a chance to say a whole lot. Sorry about that. Again."

It was like a mountain moving when Owen half turned on the bar stool giving a deep laugh from his gut. "Oh I don't mind. Fun to listen to a guy talk about his passions and all." He was about to continue when the bartender yelled out it was time for Last Call. "Well, dang, guess that's a night then."

Coward. Tristan knew how this would end. He'd say goodbye, wouldn't get or give out a number, and then go home to paw off in the shower before falling asleep. Wishing that he had the nerve to ask for Owen's number Tristan simply wiped his sweaty paws off on his khakis and got ready to get up and leave. He was just about to say his goodbyes when Owen spoke first, "So, my apartment is just down the street. We can go hang out there if you don't mind roommates."

"Yeah it was nice meeting you too and..." Tristan came up short as Owen's words sank in. Wait, apartment? His place? Suddenly unsure of himself he stammered out, "Oh yeah, sure no. Great. Sounds great. Wait, roommates?"

Owen nodded and killed his pitcher, tossing a few bucks on the bar for a tip. "Yup. Kinda hard to rent a place downtown unless you're splitting the rent. Don't worry too much about them. They're good guys. Need anything?"

Tristan shook his head and followed after the draft as he left the bar. Shit, wait. Wait wait. You weren't supposed to just go back to a guys place after talking to him for a few hours at the bar. That was not a good idea. Still the thought of heading back to his place to jerk off in the shower wasn't sounding appealing tonight. Not if he had a shot with a draft horse. The room mates thing might be a deal breaker though Owen didn't seem to be all that concerned about it. Taking a deep breath he followed Owen out into the warm night air.

With all the bars letting out there was a crowd even at this late hour though Owen was able to cut a path. Most of the other anthros on the street gave the large draft horse a wide berth and Tristan followed in the wake. Walking along Tristan glanced this way and that, looking around as he followed after Owen. The downtown was nice, far nicer than he was able to afford as a broke college student, though he supposed even a guy like Owen needed roommates. What did Owen do again? Damn he was a lightweight.

Tristan bumped into Owen's broad back as the large draft came to a sudden halt in front of a row of condos. They were nice, shoved in next to each other with a small fence a few feet away to keep pedestrians from going right to the door. Owen punched a code into the gate and there was a soft buzz as the lock clicked to the side letting them in. He held the door for Tristan who scurried right inside, gulping as the gate locked behind him. This was it and there was no backing out now.

Owen walked up to the door and pulled out his key, turning the lock to let them in. As the pair stepped inside he called out, "Hey, Brandon, Zach, you guys here?" He paused, waiting for a response before turning around, grinning down at Tristan. "Well now, looks like we got the place to ourselves. That was what you were hoping for, right?"

Tristan flushed. Was he really that blatant? With a nervous laugh he followed Owen into the living room, glancing around at the place. It was nice though pretty sparse in terms of decorating. A big couch with a set of big recliners faced the flat screen TV on the wall, a couple coffee tables, and that was it. Owen grabbed the remote and turned the TV onto a random channel as he sat down, making the couch give a groan in protest. Tristan slid down on the couch as well feeling his heart racing. No shit, this was going to happen. Draft horse.

Looking back it wasn't clear who had leaned in first, him or Owen. The next thing that Tristan knew he was up against the horse's chest, lips pressed together, with his paws feeling up those massive biceps. Damn the horse was huge. The stud's natural musk teased at his nose, a heady scent that went right up his nostrils and keyed a special part of his brain. He was so entranced by the smell and feel of Owen's body that he didn't hear the door open. And, apparently, neither did the horse. It was at that moment, with Tristan straddling Owen as they made out, that the roommates let themselves be known.

"Hey, Owen! Guess who's drunk! Brandon is drunk!"

Tristan's head jerked up to see another horse come stumbling into the living room. He was a lot different than Owen. Where Owen was thick, burly, and powerful this one was lithe. And pretty. While still well muscled he was a lot thinner, a bit more feminine, and well pretty. The long, reddish brown mane just added to the look.

Assuming that one to be Brandon, Tristan figured the next one was Zach. This one fit the more common mold of what one expected of an anthro. Zach was a lot leaner and ripped than Owen was. Probably a gym rat. The pair walked over to the couch oblivious to the fact their roommate had company only catching sight of the blushing Tristan as they rounded the couch. With an embarrassed look Tristan slid off Owen's lap, rubbing the back of his head as he sat down again.

"Hey, you guys could knock, you know." Owen said, adjusting the front of his pants to hide an erection. Tristan felt his stomach drop. Some of it was from embarrassment though most of it was from disappointment of not seeing that thick horse dick unleashed.

"Well, we did knock, jerk." Brandon replied, running fingers through his long mane and pushing it back from his face. "You were just too busy to hear us. Well hey there, cutie, what's your name?"

"Uh...Tristan. Hi."

Zach shook his head and flopped into one of the recliners, rocking back. "Well shit, at least one of us is getting lucky tonight. We had to dip out after Brandon here decided it was a good idea to try and make out with some chick's boyfriend."

"Well he was more into me than he was into her." Brandon huffed, crossing his arms and tapping a foot. "Sorry Owen, we'll get out of here. Hope we didn't kill the mood."

"Why, uh, do you all have to go?" Tristan managed to get out. Now or never, let's see if we can make this work. Reaching over he ran his paw over Owen's pants, openly stroking the thick shaft while attempting a smile at Brandon. "I mean, if you guys struck out, just means you need some attention, right? If, uh, Owen doesn't mind sharing?"

Brandon's eyebrows went up as Zach leaned forward, giving a grin. Owen seemed taken aback by it, though he hadn't said anything. Brandon laughed, bending at the hip to run a finger over Tristan's cheek. "Wow Owen, where did you find this one? I like him."

Maybe it was the booze or maybe it was just the fact that something like this doesn't happen more than once in a lifetime. Whatever it was Tristan felt emboldened and simply reached over unzipping Owen's pants and hauling his cock out into the open. Shit that was way thicker than he had imagined. It was like a freaking beer can. Well, can't back out now. Without trying to think too much Tristan stripped out of his clothes, tossing away his t-shirt and khakis, and put his wooly butt on display. Getting on his knees in front of Owen he bent his head down, stretched his jaw, and gave his best attempt to cram that massive cock into his mouth.

Really there was barely enough room in there for his tongue and cock at the same time. Doing his best to bob up and down on the shaft, more having to spit and stroke it with his free paw, he could hear the other two moving around. Focusing on Owen's cock was going to be a task enough for the moment and Tristan devoted himself to it. The taste and smell of it was heaven, just enough musk to drive someone crazy without being overpowering. Owen must have been worked up if the amount of precum flowing from the flared tip was any judge. Pulling his head back Tristan let the flared cock flop out, running his tongue over the exposed shaft.

Trying to catch a glance out of the corner of his eye, Tristan saw Brandon head right over and plop down next to Owen. Brandon certainly seemed to be the bolder of the three. The pony shimmied out of his skinny jeans in a few seconds and kicked them away to show off his own thick cock. How he kept that hidden in those skinny jeans Tristan couldn't have guessed. Reaching over he took the pony's cock in his paw, stroking it as he tried to fit more of Owen's massive cock in his maw. Just breath through the nose and fight back that gag reflex. Focus.

Zach finally made his move over to the couch, standing just off to Tristan's left. Gazing over Tristan watched as the last equine unzipped and pulled out his thick, flared cock, leaving the sheep surrounded by horse cock. Wonderful. Now it was time to multitask. Two hands, one mouth, three cocks, and Tristan could do the math. Porn made it look easy to service three cocks at once and maybe it was if you had enough experience. Tristan tried to spread his attention out, licking or sucking one cock while a paw stroked another. It was like each cock tasted different, that there was a different musk, a different taste to the precum.

As he turned to start blowing Brandon, he heard Zach speak. "Fuck, I'm about ready. Well, you brought him here Owen, so I guess you can have him first. I don't mind flipping a coin with Brandon."

"Think you're ready for this, sheep butt?" Owen said with a smile, stroking the back of Tristan's head as he sucked on Brandon. Brandon had a lighter scent, maybe with some flowers mixed in. Nodding eagerly, Tristan kept working on Bradon as Owen stood up, leaving the room for a few minutes, returning with a large lube bottle. Thank goodness.

There were some logistics involved, of course. Repositioning, Brandon moved to the recliner and spread out with his legs on the arm rests. As Tristan bent over Owen came up behind him, pressing lubed fingers against his tight asshole and slowly pushed in. Tristan moaned around Brandon's cock, feeling the fingers spreading his ass, working in. It had been too long since he'd felt that. Closing his eyes, Tristan felt his heart beat fast, his excitement growing. Then he yelped as he felt a slap on his ass, Zach speaking. "I'll be back in a sec for my turn. Don't worry about that wooly."

Tristan lost himself in the moment, enjoying the feeling of the fingers in his ass as he sucked the thick cock. This was a little slice of heaven. Nursing on the pony cock in front, his eyes suddenly shot open as he felt the top of a cock press against his ass. Oh fuck that that was thick, way thicker than any toy he had at home. Pulling his mouth away from Brandon's cock he panted loudly as Owen pushed in and tried his best to stroke Brandon's cock.

"Hey, it's cool man, we've all been there. Owen is hella hung." Brandon reassured him, rubbing the back of Tristan's wooly head. "Just breath deep and you're gonna enjoy it. I know it was hell my first couple of times."

Panting, Tristan nodded and glanced up. "You, uh, you guys have done it?"

"Oh yeah, main reason we are roomies. Course, we do like to toss a little spice into the mix. Guess you're the spice tonight sheepy."

Tristan groaned as the cock pushed deeper into his guts wondering when the last time he had ever felt so full. It was massive and it was a wonder he was able to take it. As the pain started to fade he went back to work on Brandon's cock, bobbing up and down on it again. Owen picked up the pace as Tristan began to relax, hammering his thick cock deeper into the sheep's guts. Pinned between the two equines he was vaguely aware of a third cock being pushed into his free paw, automatically stroking Zach.

Trading off between the two Tristan grunted loudly as Owen kept the pace up and slammed his cock deeper. Tristan felt his own desire building as well as a little bit of discomfort. Brandon hadn't been lying when he said it was probably going to hurt like hell. Suddenly Owen slammed in hard, grabbing Tristan's hips and yanking back, shooting his thick load deep into the sheep's guts. With his knees wobbling Tristan was barely able to remain standing as Owen slowly pulled out leaving his ass gaping and leaking. Brandon slid off the recliner and quickly traded places with Owen, pushing into the now vacant hole.

Brandon was a lot faster and more enthusiastic than Owen had been, quickly slamming away and riding fast. Of course it may have helped that Owen had done most of the work in loosening Tristan up. Either way Brandon pushed in fast and deep, taking the hole as Tristan focused his sole attention on Zach. It was easier now than it had been, having only two cocks to focus on but Tristan was still weak in the knees from being rocked by Owen. Along for the ride Tristan did his best to meet Brandon's thrusts every time the show pony rammed in, pushing his wooly ass back to meet the thrusts.

"You ready Zach?"

"You got it bro."

Grabbing Tristan's head Zach slammed his cock forward and down the sheep's throat as Brandon slammed forward. Tristan could hear them high five as Zach shot his load and another joined Owen's in his ass. Exhausted he slumped between them, sliding down onto the floor as they both pulled back. Tired, leaking, and out of breath Tristan couldn't help but smile. That had been way too much fun.

Owen was back, a six pack of beer in hand, and started to pass them out to the rest of the guys. Cracking one open he reached down and handed it to Tristan, grinning, "Drink up, we got round two here in a few minutes."

"R-round two?" Tristan's eyes went wide, a shaky hand holding the beer can.

"Sure man, night is young. After all, that's why you came here, right?"

Nodding, Tristan smiled as he took a long drink. He was going to have to start telling more fishing stories.