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Taos' heart fluttered as he placed a hoof on the door and shoved it open.

The restroom was dingy and industrial. Green tile. Steel fixtures. Peeling paint. He could scarcely see himself in the cracked, grimey surface of the mirror that ran the length of the wall behind the leaking sinks and broken soap dispensers. Raunchy graffiti marred the walls, vandalized in layers over more years than the young buck had been alive. A lightbulb nearing the end of its lifespan faltered and flickered overhead, failing to fully illuminate the dank corners of the room. Thankfully, the place didn't smell nearly as bad as it looked, even if a faint whiff of stale urine did linger in the air. The white-tailed deer entered the end stall and eyed the toilet judiciously before sitting on its seat without undoing his jeans. He pulled his phone from his pocket and opened up his preferred gay dating app, Antlr, which focused on horned and hooved anthros.

The time and place were correct. He scrolled up in the messenger to see one of the pictures that his hookup had sent him. The image framed his cock perfectly. Typical. Always dick-pics, never faces. Not that Taos was complaining. He was more concerned with the size and shape of a guy's junk than the color of their eyes. The Top-of-the-Day(™) was an older fur- a cervine like him. He had thick thighs and a bit of a paunch. His erection jutted like a long, fat spike out of his fuzzy sheath. It leaked glittering rivulets of pre down over his hefty sac. His hooved fingers were in frame, grabbing the base of his girthy penis and scrotum as if offering them up like an idol to covetous worshippers. The photo was so clear you could almost see his substantial testicles bounce.

Taos loved every bit of the picture. He was 20, but the stranger in the photo had to be double his age, if not older. B1gD33rDaddy69's profile said 41, but in the buck's experience it was safe to add five years to anyone already willing to admit that they were north of 35. Again- not that he was complaining, but the handsome gray streaks peppering the chubby elder male's tawny coat validated his hypothesis.

They had purposely chosen a seedy location for the thrill of anonymous, public sex. It was Taos who had the fetish for sleaze; the more illicit and degrading, the better...but his hookup didn't shy away from indulging it. He glanced at the divider between his stall and the next to see the fist-sized hole cut into it. Its edges were smoothed over and covered with duct tape. Soon he would be down on his knees sucking the other anthro's cock through that gap. They had never even exchanged names- the lack of knowledge of who he was servicing only added to his enjoyment of being used. He was excited, but nervous too. He hoped that no cop happened along for a piss only catch them (but secretly fantasized that he'd want to join in rather than throw Taos on the sex offender registry). He even encouraged Mr. B1gD334Daddy69 to bring a friend who also needed to get his rocks off and blow a load down a twink deer's throat, but this was something the older male declined, citing possessiveness of his "property."

At one point, he had teased Taos by suggesting he become his full time sex-slave, complete with shock collar to be summoned with, at least during the months that his son was away at university. Taos had rewarded his partner's willingness to entertain his daydreams at the time with a photo of his spent length next to his hoof, which was coated in a splattering of opalescent strands inspired by their conversation. During their chatter Taos also learned that the stag's son lived on the same campus as he did. For the past several days anytime he saw another deer, he idly wondered if it was their father he was planning to hookup with.

Finally being in the actual setting of his upcoming debauchery made his sheath stir. There was a familiar, needy ache in his sac. He leaned back to undo his fly, then fished his plump genitals out of his underwear. He hooked the waistband of his briefs beneath his balls and started to massage his maleness. His member twitched in response. Within seconds his slick, sensitive shaft was sliding free of its confines and trembling impatiently. It filled the air with his aroused scent. He had barely gripped his hard-on when he heard the bathroom door harshly crash open against the wall.

The noisy clack of another anthro's hooves against the tile echoed throughout the restroom. They approached the stalls and paused outside Taos' door. The young deer could see the light blocked by the fur's heavy frame and the pointed tips of the other male's woody antlers looming above the barrier, but couldn't make out any other details. The buck entered the cubicle next to his and clicked the latch.

That you? Taos quickly typed into the messenger with one hoof. He heard the telltale buzz of a phone in the neighboring stall alerting him that it indeed was without even needing a response.

Sure is. The reply read anyway, followed by an eggplant emoji (of course) and more text. Ready to suck this cock, boy? Been saving up my spunk since we started chatting last week and my nuts are ready to burst. I got quite the load to feed you.

The white-tailed deer's erection throbbed against his loose fist as he read the message. A pearl of pre formed at the tip and dripped down between his legs in a lazy, glistening strand.

YUM! He hurriedly sent back before shoving his phone back into his pocket.

The hooves under the divider were positioned to face the barrier between them, about shoulder's width apart. Taos' ears perked up when he heard the rustling of clothes. The sexy, dad-bod, deer-next-door lowered his pants and boxers into a pile around his ankles. He shuffled to line himself up with the gloryhole and thrust his half-erect length through.

The masculine musk of the more mature anthro filled Taos' nostrils. He leaned forward and brought his muzzle close to the impressive shaft and inhaled. It was larger than his own, bobbing under its own weight, but had the same fleshy pink coloration mottled with tan splotches. In that instant he desired nothing more than to taste it. The buck nuzzled the member and held its warmth in his palm. Tentatively, he poked forth his tongue and pressed it firmly into the tight space between the deer's sheath and his penis. The flavor of salty flesh made his fur bristle in delight and a tingle shot down his spine.

His mystery partner grunted with satisfaction. His shaft pulsed in time with his heartbeat, growing thicker and harder with each twitch until it thrummed. Taos languidly lapped along the entire rod, rolling and wrapping his tongue around the organ to savor every last inch of it. When he reached the tapered apex he flicked his tongue against the very tip of it, collecting the runny droplets of precum that had gushed forth from his piss slit.

Finally, Taos shuffled forward and lowered himself to his knees. He took the quivering erection between his lips and suckled on the tip. It spurted more pre into his throat. He greedily swallowed it down before trying to coax further emissions from the tool in his mouth. His rack clattered loudly against the thin, metal barricade between them as he worked. Taos heard the other buck snarl with lust. The older male's fingers curled around the top of the divider. The hoof-tipped digits clutched it tightly and he suddenly and violently bucked his hips against it, driving his cock deep into Taos' muzzle. He drew back and repeated the thrust again and again, rutting his hookup's obscured face. Each time he buried his penis in Taos' throat, his pudgy pelvis pressed against the gloryhole and the youthful cervine got a noseful of his fragrant pubic fuzz. Every thrust was accompanied by the rhythmic thumping of his body rebounding off of the wall.

Taos moaned around the hardness, slurping insatiably upon it. He wished the other deer's powerful hips were slamming the fat rod beneath his tail rather than into his muzzle, but he would definitely be up for setting up a second meeting with the stranger. Maybe even in this exact spot. He stroked himself in a lustful frenzy as he imagined lifting his perky, spade-tail and backing his snowy hindquarters up against the barrier, to be used by a stranger.

The young adult felt heat well up behind his sac. Taos knew he was close to hitting the point of no return. He redoubled his efforts in sucking his top's cock. encouraging the older stag to finish before he did by rapidly taking it down to its base and all of the way back up repeatedly. He knew once he had shot his load he would come to his senses about what a risky situation he put himself in, and wanted to experience the joy of his mysterious partner's ejaculate filling his maw and sliding down his gullet before that happened.

Taos' enthusiasm was immediately rewarded. The larger buck pressed himself up against the divider. His breath hitched loudly just before he shuddered and groaned. His maleness spasmed with each eruption of cum. The stag definitely hadn't lied when he said he saved up for a week, Taos quickly realized, as he fought to gulp down the massive wad of spunk. It ended up taking three big swallows, and even then some escaped his muzzle and ran down his chin. He pulled off of the softening shaft, trailing strands of semen and saliva. Taos took out his phone once more, and snapped a photo of his face next to the penis, muzzle still visibly sticky with cum. That would be a great face reveal to entice the other stag back for another round, hopefully either taking him from behind or using his antlers like handlebars before he shed them in the winter. He wiped his face clean with the back of one arm, then leaned in to milk the last vestiges of the other anthro's climax from his hardness. He whisked away the globule that formed at the deer's crown with a swipe of his tongue.

Taos' hoof gilded quickly along his own member. It wasn't quite as impressive as the other stag's monstrous pillar, but it served him well enough. It was slippery from the excess of pre he had leaked throughout the blowjob, and more cascaded down his hooved fingers. His gut tightened. His length twitched. He stifled a moan into a husky exhalation as he shot his load. Several viscous ropes of cum surged forth from him. His starting burst was shot with enough force that it splattered against the stall divider before slowly dribbling down it. The remainder ejected with less velocity landed with decreasing distance upon the filthy floor and, eventually, his own jeans and underwear.

Taos panted, lightheaded in his afterglow. He could hear the hookup from the app buckling his belt and straightening his clothes. If someone entered the bathroom now, there would be no denying what had just occurred. The smell of their recent orgasms and pheromones were too potent in the poorly ventilated facilities. He stuffed himself back into his underwear without even allowing his erection to fully retract back into his sheath. Cum oozed into the pouch of his briefs, making the soft fur of his sac feel damp and slimey.

Taos realized that he hadn't heard the other stag leave the restroom yet. His phone buzzed and the screen lit up with a new message.

Best BJ I've had in years! You've had some practice, fawn.

The younger stag sent the picture he had taken in response, desiring to entice him for another hookup. He heard the phone vibrate, then drop to the linoleum following a gasp of shock.

"Taos!?" The buck exclaimed.

Oh, no! That baritone voice was familiar. Too familiar.

"...Dad?"

Taos unlatched the door and let it creak open ominously. His father, a handsome stag with similar facial markings to him, was wide-eyed as he leaned down to retrieve his phone, staring at it like it had just bitten him. He looked up at Taos after he grabbed it again, who forced his own jaw shut before it hit the floor. Each shifted uncomfortably, unsure if they should speak or flee in opposite directions. Taos trained his eyes down toward his hooves, surprised that his knees hadn't given out. Did he really just swallow his dad's spunk? The most awkward part for him was the immediate realization that the knowledge didn't detract from his enjoyment. If anything, the taboo nature of the encounter amplified it.

Although he had never had any sexual thoughts about his parent in the past, the urge to have him stuffed up his tailhole didn't abate.

The pause between them was finally broken when a chagrined smile played at the edges of his father's muzzle. The elder white-tailed deer's eyes trailed down to Taos' crotch. He'd been so shocked he hadn't even buttoned his fly again. His sheath, betraying him by swelling again with arousal again, was painfully visible against the taut, white cotton of his underwear.

"Do you- do you want to come visit home this weekend?" His dad asked. His hoof moved to rest near his groin. He adjusted himself, not so subtly.

The implication was obvious. Taos was silent as he considered it, but quickly realized that he was grateful that his father broached the subject rather than him. The thought of being roughly fucked by his father was easily as hot as being used by a stranger, if not more so. The nature of invitation set off a million fresh fantasies in his mind.

"Sure thing, Dad," he nodded.