A Cold One In The Hand (M/M)
A Cold One In The Hand
by H. A. Kirsch (HawkWolf)
Copyright 2010
I'd never had a bull before.
Tiger, cougar, leopard, black panther - the cats were the easiest. They're just so sultry, it's hard not to get interested, even if it's a little.. strange. They purr. It's really weird, I thought I'd hate it, it freaked me out, but it was kind of nice. The black panther held me after we came and he licked my hair. I'm glad I keep it short, because it was... yeah.
So, the dogs were next. Regular old dogs, I like how they look, but I can't work those dicks. I could suck, I could jerk them off, but I couldn't take those goddamn dicks up my ass. The knot thing, either they wanted to fuck me with it and only the biggest german shepherd could do that - his knot just didn't swell much; or they let it swell inside and that made me panic.
Wolf, now that was a bit of a challenge. You see a wolf calendar, they're just tromping around in the snow. In reality, when they get going, their expressions are like murder. Sneers, snarls, hanging dripping tongues, that thing where the nose points. And they bite. So do cats, and they snarl too, but it's a big difference. The biggest lion is just a macho version of a little housecat; those snarls are just cute, and they bite from behind. I really, really like that.
No, wolves bite from the front. They get you down on your back and get your knees up to your chest and hold your feet to your fucking ears and bite all over your face and shove their tongue down your throat, but they have gorgeous black human dicks. Inky, perfect black.
Horses, well, believe it or not, I don't care and neither do they. I think they have some kind of little horse club.
The only deer I'd ever met were into such weird particular shit that, well, fuck them.
But bulls... I always had a thing for bulls. I loved them. Big, burly, huge tapered barrel chests, those twisted angry horns, that big supple mouth. So, I finally got one. His name was Cal.
He met me in room 454. I loved that room. It had a nice view of the city, it was on the end by an elevator with a janitor's closet next to it, and the room upstairs had a huge balcony right atop it. In short, the perfect fuck room.
Cal had this kind of leather denim jacket on, and a pair of ass-hugging wranglers. Fingerless leather gloves, and these heavy cowboy work boots. With _spurs_. No shirt. He had huge tits, and they weren't pierced, so he probably pumped them as hard as his dick. Big, mean scowl behind this big septum ring. I wanted to fucking do ring gymnastics off that thing. He kept licking and kissing up at it now and then.
He was fucking gorgeous. He smelled like a fucking stable, all the good parts, male and sweat and this grassy scent, and I knew he was uncut when I went to give him a friendly hug, just from the smell.
The only problem was that he had a wolf with him. Correction, a wolf hybrid, half black german shepherd, half regular gray wolf. He looked like a gray german shepherd with a wolf's macho ruff and smaller ears, with a big charcoal muzzle. He had a biker jacket, riding gloves, leather chaps and a pair of tight jeans, big thudding boots. He smelled like stale semen, cigar smoke, and bike exhaust. The gear wasn't just attractive; it was his real riding shit.
No hug from Mr. Growly Face. He came in after the bull, locked the door, then made right for me. He tossed me into bed, literally grabbed up my shirt around my chest and tossed me in. I thought a fucking battering ram hit me. Then he climbed over my legs, kept one leg down to the floor off the edge of the bed, and scooted up my chest. Oh shit, he was gonna fuck my mouth.
"Buddy Cal wants to nut while sucking some come out of your mouth, so he brought me along. Get that dick washer all creamed up."
That was the only thing he ever said. He unbuttoned his fly and pulled out the most amazing dick I'd ever seen. It was an exact cross between a human cock and a dog dick. Ebony black and uncut, leathery hood drooping over the tip. Nice and thick, with heavy swaying balls devoid of all but the softest dust of black hair. He got hard fast, and the thing barely came out of its hood, stretching that flesh up to some ungodly amount like nine inches. Instead of a big mushroom with a dimpled in piss-slit, he had this... it was like a concave, pointy glans, with a pisshole right at the very tip. It wasn't as pointy as a dog's, and the scoop was a mellower angle, like a big human dickhead. The shaft had a nice glans ridge, then swelled out to the thickest point in the middle before returning to the base. He had a knot, but it was just a pleasant bulge, possibly so shallow it wouldn't even 'tie'.
He smelled like some kind of canine demon. He'd blown earlier that day, just from that massive salty sweat smell, with that almost putrid edge. The shaft had some actual dried bits of semen stuck on it,while under the foreskin was potently cheesy. I ate it up like fucking truffles or something. I got about ten wet sucks on him right away, grasping and milking at that soft leather foreskin, wrapping my tongue in it and swabbing around. I pulled off and he smacked me, then he took control.
He didn't really fuck my mouth, and I didn't really blow him. He just jerked himself off, other hand in my hair, dragging me onto and off of that deliciously swooped dickhead. He made these terrible grunts, little snarl-coughs here, roughousing dog growfs there, and he leaked precum like a runny nose leaks snot.
When he came, his grunts just reached a peak, no different sounds coming out of him. One second, his cock was just slobbering in my mouth; next, it was just pumping seed out. He pulled back and splattered it on my lips, my chin, then dumped the rest in.
"Now you don't swallow," Cal grunted, one hand on a horn, the other massaging himself through his lift-and-separate jeans.
I didn't swallow. No sir. That blob of seed fell off my chin and onto my bare chest, I stayed so still. The wolf-dog guy stepped back and sat down in the room's sitting chair, starting to jerk off as he watched, dick floppy in his hand. Cal sat me up and gave me a few strokes to the hair, to my face. All over my face. He felt all the curves - I guess hybrids really get off on how human faces feel, sometimes.
Then, he leaned down and kissed me. That huge, lippy mouth, all stubbled and graying, just crushed up on mine and tugged, slurped the mess off my lips. The hard scrub of that stubble fur practically made me shoot in my pants.
He took care of that problem, leaving me still with that pile of spicy, tingling cream in my mouth. He grabbed my pants open and scooted them down, then did the same with his. He had a goddamn firehose of a dick, about ten inches long, leathery black, uncut, and just as smelly. It was a much more pleasant scent, almost fruity in its peppery musk. His pisshole looked like he shoved shit down it, though, blown apart.
He climbed on top and groaned, then let his dick smack down against mine. Slimy and, regretfully, tightly cut. That actually worked out in his favor, because he could grind his foreskin back and forth against my shaft.
That big bull grabbed my wrists and got on top me, dick to dick, and smacked my hands to his horns. "You grab up here. I want you to nut. I'll grab you off an' you open your maw up an' lemme watch your own jizz splatter in on top of that doggy mess in there. Then I'll see 'bout kissin' it outta there."
Oh god. He grabbed my dick and milked me like a fucking cow. I was crying almost, watery eyes, as his big hand just squeezed and yank, giving me some painful dry friction to my dickhead, then wrenching around the shaft behind the head and yanking skin back and forth. I shot off so hard that I hit the wall next to my head with a splat. The next hit me in the forehead and ran down my nose. The rest arced into my mouth, all over my lips, against the wolf-dog's drying sperm. I kept my mouth open, and looked over: the wolf-dog gave me the most disgusted look, and he even put away his dick.
Cal groaned and mooed like a fucking cow. He got down against me, grinding against my slimy dick, and stuffed his tongue into my mouth so hard that I gagged and swallowed. I mostly got his spit; his tongue filled my mouth up like some kind of obscene stuff-gag toy. He swabbed around in there, then slurped and sucked most of that canine mess - and my own - right out. He looked like he was chewing on something, then smacked me and spit out all out against my lips in this mottled stream.
He shot so hard that it hit my chin and made two streams off to the left and the right. One, two, three squirts like that, then the rest poured out like water from a faucet, drenching my crotch. By the end of it, he mooed and rolled his eyes like he'd faint, milky juice running out in a sticky ooze.
He gave me another pat to the cheek, hoisted his dick into his pants, then went over to his friend. A shoulder clap, and the two left my hotel room like nothing had ever happened.
Except that I was still there, pants around my ankles, bull spunk cooling on my naked chest, spit and cum all over my face.