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It was pretty quiet, walking down the stairs of my apartment to the basement. My footsteps left an echoing thump to float to the floors above, the constant tapping driving my head into a spin. I counter the lonesome silence of my steps by gingerly putting on my ear buds, playing whatever song happened to have been last playing. My arms start to buzz with a gentle burn under the presser of my laundry basket. As I reach the end, I come up to a dingy metal door. I shoulder pass it, lugging the basket behind me as I make my way through.

Before me lies about half a dozen old washing machines, the two rows of fluorescent blubs and the buzzing sound of electrical wires giving the room the feeling of a gangster movie set in the 80's. I feel a little gnawing feeling at the back of my neck, forcing me to give a quick check around for anyone in hopes of satisfying my paranoia. I set my dirty clothes near the back left machine, organizing in order of importance, then style, then color. I know to use this machine in particular because it's the one Juan uses, and he always keeps this one running in tip top shape, only leaving the other ones to be, at least, useable.

I kick the side of the machine. The door pops open, allowing me to forego touching the handle which shines with a relatively unhealthy looking grime plastered on it. I take my clothes and proceed to shove each article in, making sure to stick with the system I had laid out. As I take a moment to glance at a peculiar stain on a pair of my briefs, I feel my phone vibrating against my back, held by the elastic. I straighten my back, slide up my phone from against my butt, and tap the button on the side. The screen brightness, a text shows up on the lock screen.

Study- Hey babe! Are you in ur room?

I smile, and respond.

Drunkard- In laundry room, basement. btw did you happen to use my underwear form something?

I place my phone on a somewhat plush sweater I picked up from the thrift store last year. The damn thing has been to hell and back, yet the colors still show bright with youth. I place the last of the articles into the machine, bump the door with my backside, spin the dial, and press in the nob. I stretch as I rise back up, and recline by my remaining clothes. I take a moment to relax, looking myself over. To be honest, I didn't have to climb all the way down here in my boxer briefs and wife beater, considering I could have just thrown back on my jacket and track pants I wore the other day. I just didn't feel like putting forth the effort, and besides, I always get a sort of thrill when I flaunt myself like this. Either way, the only ones who saw me were Janet, who I know doesn't mind seeing this plush rump, and Mr. Byrne, who I think secretly likes it.

I flip my head to check my phone, realizing my body had gone numb to vibration thanks to the rattling of the washing machine. I turn it on and check my messages. There was a message from Wes, five minutes ago.

Study- be there soon love! (ps. i bet you know just what i did <3)

I chuckle as I place the phone back on the sweater. I lean back only to bump into a firm, warm wall behind me. I feel hands tickle my ears as the buds are pulled out, a voice besides me whispers,

"Locally grown... Butter lettuce."

I leap from the bull behind me, laughing from a combination of his mischievous fingers and terrible joke. Behind me stood Wes, a tall bull with short brown fur and a body that rivals most body builders. He had a rather blunt, squashed muzzle, putting his nostrils into a perpetual state of flaring. He claims its unattractive, but I find it to be quite handsome and charming (which he also claims is my way of putting "ugly as sin" nicely). Upon his head rested a set of intimidating horns, causing most people to steer (ha!) clear when passing by on the street, yet below them rests a pair of eyes that radiate nothing but kindness.

I always found it polarizing when I compared myself to him. Sure, I wasn't that short, but compared to me, he was massive, both in height and muscle. I'd say it was my polar bear genetics, leaving me with a gut and a bit of flab here and there, my shaggy white coat doing nothing to help. I do exercise, I'll tell you that, but it didn't seem to really do much but make my arms and legs thicker, though, now with fat and muscle. My face was quite round, surrounded by thick neck hair. My deep set eyes rested behind a thin rimmed pair of glasses, themselves resting upon my broad nose.

"Jesus Wes, what the hell, I almost kicked you in the dick!"

I bluffed. He closed the gap between us, pushing me onto a set of jeans a top a unused machine.

"Well, I was at the endangered local blockbuster when I came across a few movies, and I thought, what better way to show my boyfriend a romantic night then with bloodshed and terror?"

There you have it, Wes, Lover of the year.

"Aren't you quite the Billy Loomis."

I quipped, pulling him into an embrace, my legs wrapping around his waist as his strong arms evolved me.

"So tell me ghost face, what'd cha' get?"

He chuckled, nuzzling my head fur as I breathed in his scent from his neck.

"Well, I may or may not have been browsing your movie lists, but I got, let's see, American Psycho, Halloween 3, The Thing-"

"The 1982 john carpenter version, right?"

I questioned

"Of course! Anyways, I also got Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, Birdemic, and of course, the most terrifying film to ever grace cinema, Tom and Jerry the Movie. DUN DUN DUUUN!"

I must reiterate. Lover. Of. The. Fucking. Year. I throw my arms around his neck and pull him into a kiss, our lips sending off sparks as we collide. Oh how youth stokes a love so passionate. Our lips break apart, I lean forward to rest my forehead against his, our eyes looking into the other, my glasses slip just enough to allow an unblocked view.

"I even got you some swedish fish. They only had the red ones though, hope you don't mind."

He said, pulling out the package from his back pocket. He handed it to me, the plastic warm from being pressed against him by his jeans, my heart flutters as I clutch it. I plop the bag onto the washing machine as I go back to embrace him, as we squeeze each other, I feel him grind his crotch into my rear. I lean back a bit so he can lift me from the top, and then lean back in so we can make out, our bodies pressed tight together as he begins to gyrate his pelvis. I feel both of our members begin to rise as we kiss, the friction increasing as our needs grow. He lies my back on top of the washing machine while he begins to thrust his clothed rod against my ass, his breathing heavy as he moves away from my mouth to lick my neck. My body stretches as I feel my pleasure increases.

He rises up from neck to breath into my hair, panting like an animal. He nibbles on my neck and licks my ear and whispers,

"Hey, how about we "movie" on up those stairs back to your place? We wouldn't want that old guy to come in and have a heart attack."

He says, a bit of drool dripping from his tongue onto my chin.

"Would love to hun, but in case you haven't noticed, I still have a load left."

His ears perk at my word choice, only to look over at the running washing machine, and the clothes I'm lying on, now in a haphazard mess beneath me. He doesn't lift himself from me though, his paws still pressed against my hips, muzzle at my face, and crotch pressing against my barely clothed taint. His eyes dart to the door, the rumbling machine, and then back to me.

"Do you know if that door has a lock on it?"

Oh, the sly stud! Willing to risk his stoic reputation by being seen shagging a lowly comer like me? Oh, how I love him so. I nod to him. He bolts from between my legs to the door, fumbling with the lock in a heated frenzy.

"For the record, this would be considered a fire hazard!"

I call after him as he starts his race back. His body crashes against the machine I'm lying on, smacking it and me into the wall as he leans over and dwarfs my body with his.

"The only fire is the one in my loins, doll."

He growls, leaning over me as he tries in vein to take my shirt off, resulting in him jerking me around as he flails around my shirt.

"Jesus stud, calm down a bit!"

I chide him as I push him off. I sit up and pull off the tank top, tossing it down into the pile. He quickly latches onto my chest, rubbing and licking at my nipples. Wes' begins a full blown assault on my chest as his hands caress over my sides and down to my privates, his hooves catching on the elastic, forcing my underwear down my thighs and cock. As he lifts my legs to pull my feet though the holes, his nose bumps into my penis, making me squirm as the contact sent a rush up my body. He grins evilly as he leans closer to my dick; eyes narrow as he stares up into my eyes, the tip of his tongue sneaking out to graces the underside of my head. I groan as he devours my cock, sliding my throbbing 6 inches into the back of his muzzle. Wes bobs his head back and forth, stopping every few times to lay kisses against my balls. After a few minutes, he pulls away from my rod and stands up, stretching his back a little after being hunched over for so long. He smiles as he looks down at me, panting, sweaty, legs splayed, cock dripping.

"There is one other thing I got that I forgot to mention."

He says, reaching into his back pocket. As he moves his hand into view, I spy a small bottle.

"You thought of everything, huh stud?"

I praise. I grin as I scoot up onto the washing machine, lifting my legs to give him easier access. He eagerly begins to pull off his shirt and un zips his jeans, letting his 10 inches of throbbing man hood out. Wes squirts a generous amount of the lube onto his hand, stroking his cock with it, and then sliding the liquid against my anus. His fingers tease the rim before gently inserting into my passage. He prods a second finger before sliding the two digits in and out. I moan as he fingers me, the lube allowing him to easily penetrate me. He slips in a third finger, causing me to gasp.

"Better safe than sorry, right?"

He chuckles before easing his hand out of my hole. He then places his hands on my legs, keeping them spread and above his shoulders.

"Now for the real show to begin."

He growls as he positions his member at my ass. He places his head at the entrance, slowly putting more and more pressure on it. His head suddenly pops in side, causing us both to moan, him in pure pleasure, and I in slight discomfort. The bull begins his journey to hilt himself, dragging his flesh against my inner walls as his pelvis moves closer and closer to mine. His face strains and contorts in bliss as I scrunch my face in an effort to relax. As much as I love his size, it can be quite cumbersome. As his head passes over my prostate, I moan, my cavity squeezes around his half inserted cock.

"God you're fucking tight!"

He grunts, pressing himself harder. His ring unexpectedly presses up against my pleasure spot, causing myself to moan and relax my body quickly, causing him to thrust more of his cock inside, now three fourths of the way in. He groans loudly as my hole swallows his cock. I pant at the feeling of fullness, every throb in in his cock radiates like a tidal wave of pleasure for me. He pants as he begins to force himself out, only to thrust back in once his head comes to the rim. I let out a loud moan as he begins a slow rhythm, and as his soft thrusts becomes a bestial rut, so do my moans become screams of ecstasy. He pounds into my hole, panting and grunting like a animal, his raging cock reaching the base, his balls slapping against my cheeks. I lean back and arch my back as I begin to succumb to the pleasure. He quickly stops, however.

"Hold on, let's change this up."

He panted, lowering my legs and moving me towards the edge, his penis still embedded deep inside. He wraps my legs around his waist and pulls my body into a hug, bringing my face to his. He stares in my eyes for what seemed like forever, his heavy breaths crashing against my face. He leans in close and pecks my lips before leaning back.

"I love you."

He whispers. My stomach knots; causing him to moan as I feel tears well up at the corners of my eye. Wrap my arms around his neck and bring us together in a deep and passionate kiss. Seconds into the kiss, he begins thrusting again, ramming his cock in and out of me. We moan and groan and grunt into the kiss, tongue wrestling tongue, saliva flowing into each other's mouth. I tighten myself on every deep thrust, causing him to shake with pleasure. Quickly his jabs become a frantic jack hammering as I feel him getting close. He jerks away from the kiss to suck on my neck as he races against the edge. His knobs begin to take their toll as every thrust forces them against my most sensitive spots, sending me on my way with him. As we gasp, pant, moan, and groan, I lean down to kiss his ears, and whisper,

"I love you too."

Upon hearing that, he stops for a second as his cock slides almost all the way out, until only the head is in, then, in an instant, he plows himself all the way to the hilt, his testicles pulling up into himself as his load surges though his phallus. As I feel his seed plunge deep into me, I feel my own climax hit and I spurt against both of our chests as I scream in joyous rapture. He continues to fire his load into me, getting to the point of overflow, his cum escaping from our union and dripping down my crack and his muscled thighs. We both tighten our grips onto each other as we embrace in orgasm. Minutes pass, and we finally relax our grips on each other as we both recover from the intense ejaculation. As the afterglow ends, he pulls out of me, his cum draining from my inside. He kisses me again before I quickly push him back.

"Shit, we're making a mess. Quick, get something to clean this up!"

I order as he backs up to let me down. He skims the area for anything to help mop up his spooge, deciding that my shirt is as good a choice as any. He quickly drenches my shirt in his cum as I slide back on my underwear as a way to prevent whatever was left inside me from leaking. As he cleans the majority of the mess, he stands back up. I glance at my soaked shirt and glare at him as he blushes.

"Well, uh... What? I panicked, and there wasn't anything else around."

He stammers as I scowl. I quickly burst into laughter, causing Wes a moment of confusion before he joins in, the whole situation being quite amusing to begin with. He pulls me into a hug and we just stand there for a second, taking everything in as we inhale each other's musk. In the silence, I realize that the first batch was finished, and I softly push him away as I go over to the machine. I pull over the basket and pop open the door, bending over to empty its contents into the basket, very aware of the wet spot spreading by my tail hole, giving a shake to my ass to tease Wes.

"Keep that up and we'll have to go at it again."

He smirked as he eyed my backside. I couldn't help but grin at the though, getting the last of the clothes into the basket. I slowly rise up, putting on a show for him as I then place the last of my clothes, plus my now soiled shirt, into the machine and start it again. As I finish up and start the machine for the second and last set, I turn to see Wes getting his clothes back on. As he finishes, I take the wet clothes to the drying machines, and set it to the fastest setting possible. Wes comes over as I start up the dry cycle, pulling me into another embrace.

"So uh, I guess this means we are gonna be stuck here for a while."

He observes, noting that I'll have to dry the next load once it's done. I nod to him and go over to the washing machine to grab my iPod. I head over to the chairs by the front of the room and gesture him over. As he stands in front of me, I motion him to sit down, and once seated, I offer him an ear bud to use. We lean into each other, my head on his broad shoulder, and his on my head. He wraps an arm around me as I start up our personal play list, an assortment of our favorite songs. As the music starts, we rest together on the seats, tired after the vigorous session of lust. He soothingly sings with the songs, his deep voice vibrating through his chest and massaging my body, as I doze off immersed in his scent.

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"Gin, wake up, the clothes are done."

Wes' deep voice awakens me; my eyes squint at the bright lights. I rise from the row of chairs to look up at him, his face plastered with an infectious smile. His hands are holding up the basket, inside is filled with all of my dry clothes, folded nicely.

"While you were asleep I finished up the laundry. Don't worry; I dried the basket before I put in the dry clothes."

He added. I stand up from the chair. Wes steadies me as I lose my balance. I lean into him and hug his side. I go round and pick up my phone and meet him back at the entrance.

"Shouldn't you put on some clothes?"

He advises. I refuse, shaking my head.

"Its fine, I'll be taking them off soon anyways once we get back to the room, and I don't want to wear any clean clothes until I take a shower. Besides, I think Mr. Byrne likes seeing me strut around half naked."

I joke as he opens the door. We begin our way up the stairs, coincidently passing the old man on his way to the basement. I smile to him and he grumbles a response with a disapproving look. As we pass though, I look back and catch a glimpse of him peaking at my still rather damp butt. I let a small chuckle out as I but into Wes.

"Good thing you cleaned up a bit while I was asleep, or else Byrne would have gotten quite the surprise."

I laugh. Wes halts, and his face is overrun by a look of guilt.

"Oh my god, Wes, please tell me you didn't."

I plead as he takes the basket under one arm and grabs my hand with the other, rushing me up the stairs.

"If we run he won't catch us!"

He hissed as we ran up the stairs, hoping that we'd get to my room before the Irish wolfhound reached the bottom.