I Guess I Was Bored
It's a rotten hot day on a sweaty little town, and old buddies Ed and Paul are spending the time away, drinking and talking about crap...and Andrea Carter's magnificent rack. Shame she's not around. Damn this heat. Damn this sweat. Damn this musk...
Now, now, here's a story from the Gruffy archives - well, sort of, because I had a bit of a basic idea going around probably a year ago, and it took me this long to take it up and write a story out of it. It evolved a bit on the way, too, and made for a different, but nonetheless a fun story. *chuckle* Hope you'll like my execution of this one!
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It was one of those awfully hot, tepid late summer weekends, when the breeze never blew, the sun always shined, the beer always ran out before your thirst was quenched, and there was never enough of it anyway to take the boredom away.
The weather had the added effect of making the small trailer about as comfortable a place to be inside as a lunch box left to the sun would be to an ice cream cone. There was no semblance of air conditioning, and the only electric appliance that still worked was the TV. Plastered in front of it on the old couch sat two furs, both with their shirts sticking onto their chests damply and only making life feel more miserable.
Besides, the goat was going at it again, shouting at the TV with all the football expertise one received from a six-pack, snapping his hooves on the dirty floor and waving his stinking paws like mad.
The wolf watched his friend's antics for a few more droopy-eyed moments before he grabbed one of the goat's curled horns, tugged his head towards himself, and pressed their lips together.
The kiss tasted like beer and Dorritos, salt and starch and trans-fats and sweat, and it went on for a whole of six seconds before the goat shook his head to drive off the wolf's paw, and then looked back to him, big, broad chest heaving above the mound of his chubby stomach. The hot, stinking breaths landed over the wolf's own burning cheeks as he looked back to him across the one foot that separated their eyes. Their thighs were still touching because there simply wasn't any extra room on the couch.
The goat brayed a little and rubbed his muzzle onto the back of his paw, smacking his lips while he did.
As if that tasted any more savory than the wolf's muzzle.
"So, do I really have to ask you why just fucking kissed me, Paul?" the goat spoke in a rough voice, looking over at the bleary-eyed wolf with a slight tilt to his head.
The wolf shrugged and flapped his tail against the goat's legs.
"Guess I was bored, Ed," the wolf drawled.
The goat let out another bray and shook his head again, enough to make the dark tuff under his chin sway considerable as he brayed and chuckled.
"I guess a man's gotta be pretty damn fucking bored to want to kiss me instead of Andrea Carter or something," the goat snorted, scratching his belly as he spoke.
The wolf rumbled and again shrugged.
"I ain't seeing Andrea Carter on my couch," Paul grumbled.
The goat chuckled drunkenly, puffed out an unsavory breath and extended his scratching radius from his ample belly to his groin as well, to rub his palm over the visible mound there. The direct stimulation over his crotch made the goat rumble deep in his throat.
"Wouldn't I want to give her a little somethin' right now," the goat smirked, letting his rump raise from the couch a little as he made shadow thrusts into the air and against his paw.
The wolf snuffled and slapped the goat's bulging thigh with his paw to stop the lewd display. Ed snapped his teeth together and snorted in the wolf's face so hard that it practically made his ears flick backwards like in a cartoon.
"In ye dreams," Paul chuckled.
The goat elbowed the wolf's ribs and kept on squeezing on his own swollen package through the front of his old, worn football-watching pants. He rumbled as he enjoyed the pressure over his firm flesh and felt it grow even more. The sensation brought a satisfied smirk over his face.
"Goooooooood dreams man," the goat rumbled, braying happily to himself.
Paul watched the goat lick his lips and rub his package for a few moments before he simply shrugged and dropped his own paw down. Their ears flicked at the sudden, if brief, metallic sound, as he pulled down his zipper, folded open his fly and then dug into his blue boxers to pull out several hard pink inches of canine cock.
A new kind of musk filled the air now, making the goat snort instinctively as he smelled the scent of a virile, strong male in the air. Predatory, possibly, too, his brain told him, even amidst dreams of sweetly burying his muzzle against Andrea Carter' sweet pussy. Ed looked over to his right and saw the newly emerged pink cock, complete with the blunt, pointed tip and the beginnings of a knot at the base, protruding out from the wolf's open fly. He let out a bray.
"Fucking hell..."
Paul tugged the waistband of his boxers even lower and nudged it under his own loose ballsac so that he could pull his low-hangers out as well and give his swollen nuts some extra breathing space as well. His entire manly package was now out in the open, throbbing and with the tip almost touching his belly. The wolf rumbled happily, leaned back on the couch a little for comfort, and gave the loose skin of his ball sac a little tug to make his nuts jingle in their warm, comfy home. His cock jumped a little as well, and this time the pink tip snapped against his belly and left a wet mark on his shirt, in the space that still seemed uniformly gray and hadn't already been soaked and glued to his chest by his sweat.
Ed the goat blinked and stared at the wolf's swollen tool for a brief moment and felt his own meaty member throb as well, still captive in his own pants. His balls seemed to be itching stupidly and encouraged scratching, which he did, through the rough fabric.
Paul had already done as much, and now lifted his paw to sniff a good whiff of his own cock musk from his palm before he spat a big glob of saliva onto his fingers and curled them around his five inches. The wolf's tail wagged against the side of the lousy couch when the good sensations of pressure and wetness closed over his dick. It felt so good to just hold it inside his fisted paw, all nice and snug, he couldn't help but rumble a little.
"Jesus, man..." Ed muttered, watching his football-watching buddy getting very comfy with himself.
Paul smirked in a decisively wolfish manner, baring a teeth or two, as he gave himself a couple of slow, spit-slickened tugs.
"Ain't needing Andrea Carter here," the wolf mused as he slowly started to jack himself off.
Ed the goat listened to the slippery sound of the wolf's paw for only a few moments before he decided to go with the hell with it, and began to unbutton his own pants.
"Well if you're spanking the monkey..." the goat muttered to himself.
Paul's tongue started to loll out his muzzle a little as he kept on going up and down on his meat, using the familiar strokes he had practiced ever since the blissful discovery of this activity all those years ago. It had lost little of its charm, too, and even now, sweaty and itching and uncomfortable as he was, nothing felt quite as good as teasing the rim of his blunt tip with his thumb on each upwards pass. It always rewarded him with a little bit of the oozing stuff over his knuckles, which he habitually licked off, too. Paul didn't see a reason why not to do that now, either, and simply brought his musky paw to his lips to lap off the little drop of clear fluid onto his tongue.
The goat managed to get his fly open, fumbling beer-slowed fingers or not. A pudgy dick emerged, amidst plenty of once fluffy groin furs that emitted a strong musk into the air. Now the hairs were already matted with sheath sweat and God knows what, but the smell was definitely funky enough.
Ed rumbled contently and gave himself one good tug before his teeth were bared in a growl.
"Shit!" the goat grunted.
The wolf's ears jumped and he stopped his paw dead on his prick, to watch how the goat was staring down to his own pink tool sticking out of his fly, and obviously not having very good time with it.
"Huh?" the wolf muttered.
"Damnit," the goat's fingers dug into the pants near the base of his dick and then made strange scooping motions, "think I got my ball hair caught in there somewhere...fuck..."
Paul let out an uncompassionate chuckle and decided to go back on pulling own pud while the goat struggled with his garments for a while longer.
"Oh hell with it," the goat muttered and then simply wriggled himself out of his pants altogether, lifting his rump from the couch long enough so that he could slip the underwear and the pants down all the way to his ankles and then landed his newly bared butt onto the couch that had definitely seen worse.
The wolf snorted and licked his lips, nose heady with the goat's surprisingly strong musk. His pink straining inches soon disappeared into Ed's paw as he gave himself a good squeeze and nickered loudly.
"Much better..." the beer-happy billy mumbled.
"Damn sure," the wolf panted, tongue hanging between his teeth as he jacked off his own dick with slow, slippery strokes that made an audibly sloppy sound.
The goat caressed his own slick shaft with just his fingertips for a few moments before he, too, simply went for the age-old up and down motion and allowed his bare flesh to slip over the smoothness of his own palm. The familiar feeling felt comfortable, as was the scent, even with the presence of the stupid drunken wolf next to him. DIdn't smell so bad to him, at all. The goat turned his head a little so that he could watch how the wolf's pink tip kept appearing and disappearing between the ring formed by his thumb and his index fingers whenever his paw came up to the maximum height on his shaft. The wolf's other paw was doing something too, rubbing over his chest. Paul seemed to be liking that, too, for he kept rumbling and panting.
"What's up with that?" the goat muttered, puzzled by the wolf's enjoyment.
Paul snorted and flicked his ears in the goat's direction and let the paw on his chest fall still while he did not stop rubbing his dick.
"Even man tits can feel fun, Ed," the wolf snuffled matter-of-factly and pinched on his hard nub through the slick, warm cloth. It felt like a small electric shock and made him rumble deeply in his throat.
The goat gave a disbelieving look and carefully watched how the wolf repeated the gesture on his right nipple as well, still obviously enjoying it.
"Hahah," the goat chuckled.
"Hell yeah," the wolf muttered, both paws busy.
The goat gave the performance another token look before he gave a glance at his own spare paw, resting against his thigh.
"Well why the hell not..." he muttered and lifted it up to his own chest to seek out his own man-nipples hidden amidst the fluffy chest furs.
Paul was mostly concerned with pleasuring himself but spared an eye to watch the goat pawing over his chest, his palm rubbing firmly over the stretched surface of his shirt. His other paw was giving his shaft the occasional stroke to keep it nice and hard, even as he tried the new form of play suggested by the wolf.
"Humph," the goat muttered after a few seconds, "ain't doing anything for me."
"You're not doing it right," Paul rumbled.
The wolf's paw moved across his own body and then landed over the goat's chest, high over his pec, and sought out for the little nub by running his fingers across the fleshy surface, not just using a flat palm like the one Ed still had plastered over his left pectoral.
The goat's eyed widened lazily at the sight and the feeling of the wolf touching hum, but he did not lift a paw to stop it, nor did he move or speak. It felt kinda nice, warm and good. Almost like his own paw.
Paul made a couple of zigzags with his fingers before he finally located the goat's right man-nipple and then curled his pads around it, to simply rub on the little piece of swollen flesh. Ed threw his head back and brayed at the sensation, his hooves kicking the floor and making loud claps.
"Oh damn!"
Paul eased the pressure a little and then simply pressed his palm over the same site of pleasure, to add a rubbing caress there.
"Told ya," the wolf licked his lips.
The goat snorted and looked at the wolf, lips parted.
"Damn, that felt like someone poked me in the balls when you did that...damn...!"
Paul smirked and continued to rub the goat's chest.
"Well you just gotta do it right, man...and besides, it always feels better when someone else does it for you..." the wolf drawled and then went in for the kill with another pinch.
"Damn!" the goat's hooves kicked the floor again and even his hips lifted, out of surprise, his short tail flicking against the couch.
Paul chuckled and withdrew his paw and rested it on his own chest.
"Hehe," the wolf smirked.
"Fucking man tits," the goat muttered.
Paul went back to rubbing his own chest for a while, still jerking off while he watched the goat use the newly demonstrated skill on each of his nipples now. Each time he rubbed and squeezed on them, he let out a loud sound and muttered dirty things under his breath.
"Damn..."
"Nice huh?" Paul leered, keeping a careful eye on the beefy male's antics.
The goat harrumphed.
"Need a bit more," the goat huffed. "Play with my balls."
The wolf's ears flicked sharply.
"Huh, Ed?" the wolf rumbled, even going as far in his surprise as stopping his masturbating glide over his own dick.
The goat snorted and pointed at his ball sac, heavy and fussy, visible between his comfortably spread thighs.
"I always play with my balls when I jack off, I can't be doing that if I'm playing with my man tits," the goat explained.
Paul chuckled.
"You sure you ain't wanting me to play with your tits while you play with your balls?" the wolf stated.
The goat shrugged.
"Come on," he grunted.
The drunk wolf lifted his brow briefly but didn't give any further complaints as he pushed his paw between the goat's thighs and cupped the heavy sac into his palm. The goat rumbled appreciatively as soon as his sweaty ball pouch landed onto the warmth of the wolf's big paw.
"Damn that's it..."the goat muttered, his paw going back to playing with his nipples while he started stroking his dick again.
Paul's own paw was busy on his own length while he rolled the goat's balls in his other palm. He felt their heaviness and smelled the immense musk even now as he played with the churning eggs of joy, and didn't forget a couple of squeezes and tugs too, for extra pleasure.
"Fuck that's nice..." the goat, head lolling back and eyes almost closed, muttered under his breath while he was now receiving the stimulation from three paws, each playing with one sensitive part of his body.
"Uh huh," Paul rumbled to himself, tugging on the goat's sac again, pulling it taut over the spheres within.
"Ooooh yeah," the goat replied, rubbing over his thick length more quickly now, coating the shaft with his juices.
Paul kept fingerpads squeezing down on the goat's sensitive skin while the rest of his fingers rubbed down on the firm base of Ed's throbbing shaft. He pressed and massaged along the sweaty flesh and fur, keeping up the rub and watching the goat's pleasured face while he touched him, fingers on the move and pressing lower down, further underneath the goat's body. The curly matted hair tickled his sweaty fingers, but the goat was obviously enjoying himself alright.
"Big 'uns you've got too..." the wolf crooned in a lewd compliment of the goat's package.
Ed cracked out an eye and gave the wolf a look, but didn't say anything else. He was too busy feeling good in his stupor caused by heat and alcohol, and the pleasure of his own paws, and the wolf's, too, rubbing at the nice firmness of his musty taint. The goat was working himself up slowly, with good, experienced strokes that kept him well-amused while the wolf dealt with the underside of his balls...and then some.
Paul's lips curled into a smile over his vicious teeth as he went for the kill and pushed his index and middle fingers over the final remaining inch to press his pads against the goat's wrinkled, bare skin. The responding clenching of the hidden muscle and Ed's eyes opening rapidly told him that he'd found his mark, too, and his smile persisted.
The goat's paws stopped on his dick and his chest and he gave the wolf a questioning look.
"What do you think you're doing now?" the goat snorted.
Paul rubbed his sweaty pads over the goat's damp hole and felt the flesh quiver under his touch. The goat's breath caught in his throat.
"Just a little trick that I'm sure Andrea Carter doesn't know about," the wolf rumbled, fingers still dwelling to the goat's flesh.
The goat opened his maw to speak something in reply, but only a breath came out as he felt the curious sensation of fingers wriggling against places that weren't usually meddled with. He gave a "what the hell" shrug and then simply went back to his usual jerking off routine.
"Don't think you know anything about Andrea Carter and her tricks," the goat smirked, groping his own chest to find his nipples again.
Paul snorted.
"Speak for yourself," the wolf smirked and jabbed his fingertips against the goat's tailhole.
Ed grunted but didn't complain further, and instead let himself relax a bit again to the comfortable rhythm of his own paws doing the deed. The wolf's paw doing God knows what felt good, anyway. His body sure could use the pleasure. It was a rotten day to begin with. The heat and the lousy game on TV sure had pumped him up for it, too.
"Uhmmmyeah..."
The goat's balls tingled as his paw flew up and down on his shaft, all the while he kept rubbing and pinching his right nipple, a new, curious source of pleasure for the big male. The wolf's paw felt pretty good, too, keeping his balls tugged into a warm hold and then even rubbing a bit back there as well. Whatever, it felt pretty damn nice and good.
"Damn..." the goat grunted. "Gonna blow my nut...fuck..."
The goat threw his head back and kept speeding up, eyes closed as he felt the tension rise from under his big balls, a telltale sign that soon he'd be popping and...
And then his paw was grabbed and a whole new kind of heat descended on him, hot, heavy, wet and warm and vibrating that caused his hips to instantly buck forward, no matter that he didn't know what it was.
The goat's eyes opened, only to witness the wolf's head down against his musky lap. The wolf had at least half of his dick inside his muzzle and was sucking on it like a vacuum cleaner, ears flat against his skull while he worked over the goat's oozing prick with his tongue and lips.
"FUCK!" Ed grunted as he felt the wolf's teeth scrape against his flesh, momentarily, and sending another jolt of pleasure through his system.
"SHIT!"
The wolf rumbled around the flesh in his muzzle and sent such vibrations through the meaty stick that Ed's hips began to instinctively rut into the warm hole his cock had disappeared into. His heavy body slammed upwards, landed with a thud and went upwards again, and the motion caused his balls to be tugged by the paw still holding onto them, and his maw fell open and he brayed deeply, his voice even breaking as he slammed up, up, up...
"FFffffffff..."
The pleasure exploded through his body, making him tense, then slump back and the motion stopped while his cock gave up all the spunk that had been stored in his balls so far. The big orbs twitched in the wolf's grip and his cock, too, lodged practically into Paul's still sucking throat, bounced and expelled cream into the wolf's muzzle. The wolf made a choked sound and then some of the fluids leaked past his lips and down the goat's pulsing shaft, ending up to mess his groin furs even further while the big male rode out his orgasm.
At some point, the wolf's paw closed around his shaft and the muzzle disappeared, now replaced by the grip of the wolf's fingers working rapidly up and down over Ed's shaft, keeping up the pleasure even as the wolf panted and watched how a couple of extra streamers of goat spunk splashed out of the angry red tip and over Ed's sweat-soaked shirt. The musk in the air grew intense with the hot cum dribbling along the goat's shaft and now on his clothes as well, and when their eyes met once he was done, Ed could see that that the wolf's tongue was hanging out of his muzzle and glistening with juices that weren't just saliva.
Paul didn't let go of the goat's spent dick, however, but kept nursing it in his palm, even giving the occasional tug while the goat panted and cussed under his breath, coming down from the pleasurable high. His energy was so spent that he simply laid down, paws falling to his sides, and crooned softly in his throat, and even his eyes were drooping.
"You okay there, buddy?" the wolf chuckled, breathing cum-breath in the goat's direction while giving a playful tug on the chubby male's tool.
The goat flicked an ear, above his curled horn, but didn't open his eyes fully.
"Jesus Almighty..."
"Not quite Andrea Carter but I guess that was alright with you huh?" the wolf crooned, watching the splattered goat while his own cock throbbed hard above his groin.
The goat snorted.
"Fuck Andrea Carter."
"You wish," Paul declared and decided to depart from Ed's dick with one parting squeeze.
The goat mumbled something under his breath and then let out a soft rumble when he was finally released and slapped heavily against his own belly, where the tired cock now rested. He could feel the couch shift again as the wolf wriggled to a better position, and from the corner of his eye, the goat saw how the wolf was sitting back and began to stroke himself again once more. His other paw was playing with his balls, below that big knot he could see protruding at the base of the modest dick. Ed felt an odd sense of pride at the fact that he seemed to be bigger than his drinking buddy, but most of all, he was just curious to see what the wolf was up to.
"You gonna jerk off?" Ed questioned, watching the seesawing motion of the wolf's paws.
Paul flicked his tongue at the goat from the corner of his muzzle and didn't miss a stroke.
"Well what else a man's gonna do with no Andrea Carter in sight?" he muttered, working himself up to a good rhythm and pace while his tail wagged appreciatively.
The goat snorted and watched the wolf play with himself for a few moments more before he grunted.
"Well I dunno, man, seems that we were doing pretty well..."
Paul flicked an ear at the goat and slowed down a notch.
"Uh huh?" the intoxicated wolf rumbled.
The goat rubbed his tuff-adorned chin and seemed to be thinking hard about something.
"Well you helped me out a bit and I guess I should help you out...but I'm so fucking spent, man..." the goat mumbled. "Don't think I can lift my paw."
The goat lifted his left paw a little as if to indicate the utter depletion of his physical faculties, and then chuckled drunkenly.
Paul quirked his brow and let his paw stop, but he did not let go of his own by all means fully hard and primed lupine cock.
"Well I think I know just what you could do, buddy, and it ain't needing a paw for that..." the wolf rumbled.
The goat gave him a bit of a look. The wolf smiled and stood up, cock bouncing up proudly as he released and let it jut freely from his musky crotch.
"Just lay on your belly on that couch, Ed, I'll show ya."
The goat chuckled and flicked his ears but didn't seem to mind following that order. The biggest trouble seemed to be that he still had his pants down around his ankles, and he practically collapsed onto his front on the old couch when he stumbled and lost of his balance. He kept chuckling all the way down, however, even with his face buried against the armrest on the side Paul had occupied until a few moments previously.
"Hmmmmmm..." the goat mumbled, face pressed to the fabric, lying still now.
Paul swiftly moved forward to the couch and straddled the goat's upturned bare rump with his knees. His own ass landed against Ed's legs and made the big male on the couch harrumph a little. Paul put a paw flat onto the goat's sweaty shirt-covered back and leaned forward so that his exposed dick and balls pressed against the furry rump in front of him. His blunt canine tip poked the base of the goat's nice fluff of a tail and made it flick rapidly. Ed let out a rumble and tried to turn to look over his shoulder to see what as happening to his rear end.
"Huh Paul..."
The wolf wagged his tail and caught the base of his dick with his fingers to push his shaft down and stroke the leaking tip between the musky, sweaty rump cheeks. The ticklish, damp furs made him grumble deep in his throat and jam his hips forward.
"Hey Paul..." the drunk goat mumbled again, surprised by the weight on his back and the heat under his tail, of all places.
The wolf chuckled and drawled happily in his drunken reverie as he drew his tip through the goat's ass crack and then nudged it against the spot of bare flesh at the very base of that flicking tail.
"Ain't doing anything Andrea Carter wouldn't do, Ed," the wolf smirked to himself, cocktip pressed firmly against the goat's taint.
"Uhh...."
The wolf was beyond patience and simply pushed hard against the slick spot of heat under the goat's tail, leaning forward so that he could put his weight into it. Ed the goat let out a deep grunt and a chuff at the sudden sensation, and the wolf could feel his body tensing up as well.
"Just nice and eeeeeeasy" the wolf drawled, tongue lolling out and dripping saliva over the goat's back as he continued to dig into his flesh.
Paul lifted his face from the confines of the armrest and drew in a deep, sucking breath into his lungs, just as he felt a burn under his tail.
"Aughhhhshit!"
The wolf was in, past the clenching gate, and he pushed forward right away to use the momentary distraction for his advantage and bury half of his shaft into the goat's tight, dry guts within the space of a couple of highly snarl-worthy seconds.
"Agghhhh I don't know if Andrea Thhhhoooomas takes it in the CAAAAAN!" the goat brayed, expending all his earlier breath as he felt the burn intensify and move deeper into his body.
The wolf leaned forward over the goat's hot, sweaty body, planted his paws on either side, and thus kept himself poised above the braying male, hips quivering as he pushed himself forward again, with full leverage now.
"Now she does," Paul slurred dirtily, hissing at the sensation of his dick sliding into the clamping heat.
"Awwwfuck..."
Paul kept pushing until all of his dick was buried inside the goat's remarkably tight hole, all the way so that his hips were flush with the big rump, and his knot was nestled between those damp, sweaty cheeks he had now parted with his cock. He throbbed inside the other male, spurting pre into the tunnel he had invaded, and knew that slickness would soon be put into good use.
The drunk wolf began to hump, balls swaying and slapping against the goat's recently drained pair while he worked himself in and out of Ed's hairy man-ass. The clenching heat and the quick strokes into his tight hole soon had him panting, in rhythm to the goat's constant grunts and rumbles while he laid flat on his belly and took the rough pumping from behind.
"Owwwdamn...shit...damn..."
"Shutup, Andrea," the wolf chuckled as he ramped up the pace and dug his bone deep into the goat's bowels.
It seemed that the whole lousy trailer shook while the wolf fucked the goat on the rundown couch, keeping himself busy and fast in moving in and out of that more and more slippery rear. His hips banged against the goat's fleshy buns and made interesting friction there, and the musk rising from the two sweaty rutting males almost seemed strong enough in the air to ignite at any moment like a forgotten propane tank after a shitty family barbeque.
Paul kept up his slamming all the way until his knot began to itch mightily, which told the wolf that it was time to wrap up his business with Ed's bouncy rear. The wolf bit his lips and really began to slam down on the goat's ass, with clear intentions.
"Ohhhhhman, ohhhh.....shhhhhhh....OHHHHHWWOWWOWO!"
The goat's braying reached its crescendo when the wolf's hips slammed down once more, and the sweat - and pre-slickened knot pushed past his clenching tailhole and into the tight tunnel beyond. The flash of pain was soon replaced by a strange heat, emanating from his rump even as the wolf pressed his hips firmly against that round ass and kept his hips rocking up and down and from one side to another, churning his trapped dick within the goat's back passage for few seconds before he groaned out and let it all out.
Pent-up cum poured out of the wolf's dick and into the goat's rump, hot spurts that might have not made the air reek any further, but sure filled up the goat well. Ed pressed his muzzle against the armrest and growled out his own sensations while the wolf simply collapsed panting on top of the goat's sweaty, dirty back and moaned.
By the time either of them moved an inch, the TV had gone off the after game studio, and instead of experts speaking crap about some tight end, the TV was now showing a cheerful rerun of the Golden Girls. The two collapsed male's ears began to flick along to the canned laughter, rousing a response of sorts, as Paul lifted his head.
"Hmmm..." he breathed, smelling the cum and sweat heavy in the air. "I daresay your ass is gonna have a hangover too..."
The goat twitched his head to the side to make a feint jab with his horn at the wolf on his back.
"Shit," Ed snorted.
The wolf patted the goat's shoulder and rumbled.
"Don't swear, Andrea."
The Goat brayed.
"We'll see who's Andrea next, dickhead."
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