Shower Poke
The water from the shower pelted against the ears and horns of the bull as he stood under the cascade. Small rivers through his black fur formed along his back, wandering randomly until reaching his tail, when they converged and circled it so long as he held it still. The water collected between the cheeks of his ass, splashing down and pattering against his balls on its way down to the drain.
After a long yawn and a quick drink, the bull stood upright, letting the water hit his chest. As often happens to those in showers, the urge to hum came over him, so as he played with the soap his low rumbling voice made the walls of the shower vibrate slightly when he hit the right notes. "Hmmm huh hmmm hmmm hmmm, huh hmm hmm huh hmmm hmmm, it's in his kiss, that's where it is!"
"Quiet, Rasmus! I'm trying to sleep. Don't you know it's rude to wake your guests?" The stag's voice was louder than the bull's had been; it made Rasmus smile. He was quiet for a few moments, lost in thought. He then drew the shower curtain aside slightly and sang:
Is it by his face? / No that's over too fast
His fingers' warm embrace? / I think that time has passed!
If you wanna know
Where your dick should go
It's up his ass!
That's where it is...
The curtain fell back into place while Rasmus covered his chest with soap. Just as he expected, the door opened several seconds after he finished his masterpiece, and there was Jake. "That's not where my dick is now," the stag said as he stepped into the shower behind the bull, "but that's where it's gonna go."
"Oops," said Rasmus as he very carefully dropped the soap. "I'd better get that." He bent over, facing away from his old friend and new lover.
Jake rubbed the bull's lower back and his hip, poking him near his tail with the tip of his erect cock. "I spoke too soon. There's no lube in here."
"There's the soap," Rasmus said as he reached up over his shoulder, waving it.
"Are you kidding? You must not have ever tried that. It burns." Jake laughed. "But it would make it an interesting challenge: holding onto you and staying inside while you jumped around."
Rasmus went back to scrubbing his chest and belly while Jake stepped out of the shower and started rummaging around the bull's bathroom. "Where do you keep lube, Raz?"
"Under the sink," the bull replied.
Jake bent down and looked, cursing as his antlers kept banging against the counter and sides of the sink cabinet. "Stupid place for it. It can't be easier for you to get in here than me, what with that handsome rack of yours." He jerked up suddenly, banging the counter again with his points as Rasmus's heavy hand settled on his hip. "Hey!"
"I decided things ought to go the other way around," the bull said as he reached up to the top of the medicine cabinet mirror, and produced some condoms. "Something you said just now: an 'interesting challenge', I think? No offense, but I have toys bigger than you. And you had your turn last night."
"I've got toys bigger than you, too," Jake said. He stayed where he was, resting his antlers on the counter, and steadied himself with his hands.
"Good! Then this won't hurt all that much. I'd like it if it hurt a little bit; you know, if you want to whimper and groan and play that aspect up, I'd appreciate it. But I don't want to seriously injure you."
Jake laughed. "Save the speech for someone who's never had you before." He heard the snap of latex and felt the bull's fingers, slick with thick, dripping gel, slide across the fur of his buttocks and gently poke his ring. "Though you didn't quite make it inside last time," he murmured. The sound of falling water nearly covered his voice. "But maybe those toys will help. Be gentle."
"I will," said the bull as his fingers prepared the way; first one, then two. The deer arched his back and moaned, lifting up one of his legs slightly. Rasmus paused, keeping his fingers in place and gently nudging the buck's balls with his thumb.
Pulling back, he watched Jake relax; then he slowly pushed two fingers back inside the brown-furred stag. With his free hand, Rasmus traced a path up and down Jake's spine as he waited for the quivering sphincter's grip to loosen. When the time came, he pushed in a third finger.
"Ah! Mmm! How many is that?"
"Three," Rasmus said. He turned them back and forth, watching Jake tremble as he grew accustomed to the stretch. "Three will get you in the right neighborhood. Four would be better; at least you'd be stretched to the right girth then. Ready for four, hun?"
Jake winced and muttered something, spreading his legs while the bull waited. "Yes," he said, slowly exhaling.
Rasmus pulled his fingers out, put some more lubricant on them, and started pushing in his four fingers, spreading them out once they were past the ring. Jake shivered and almost jumped in a delightful way. "How's that feel, now? Tell me when you're used to it." The bull leaned a little to the side, letting his latex-covered cock brush against Jake's furry knee.
"It feels ready. Get that big rod up where it belongs," the buck said as he spread his legs once again. Rasmus backed his fingers out, stood behind the smaller mammal and placed his hands on his hips.
"It's always such a slow beginning," he thought to himself as the blunt end of his penis rested against the rear of the buck. He pushed forward, staying very conscious of Jake's body language; he stopped after almost every quarter of an inch as the buck grunted and tensed his muscles. The four finger width was a good rule, but it didn't really prepare someone for the full load. Neither did large toys.
They rocked slowly, the bull closing the distance between his hips and Jake's as his tail slowly waved back and forth. "An inch at a time," he said as he rubbed Jake's back. "Slow and steady, but I'm almost all the way in."
"I know," said Jake with a grunt. "I know. Oooooh, I know."
Rasmus smiled; Jake had been rather incoherent last time, before the penetration became too uncomfortable for him to bear and they had to stop. But this time he was enjoying himself, judging from the other noises he was making. The bull reached around and fondled the base of his lover's cock and continued pushing himself in deeper and deeper.
"Finally there," he said with one last push, his hips coming into contact with Jake's ass.
"Just stay there for a second," his friend gasped. "Just stay, just stay...right there." He moaned and pushed back against the bull, and sighed contentedly as his body adapted to the intrusion.
Rasmus began pulling out, pushing on the deer's hips, and when he had backed out one third of the way, he reversed and pushed himself in just as fast. Jake lurched forward, his antlers hitting the wall above the sink. "Yes," he said, reaching behind himself to pat the bull's hand.
The stroke was repeated, slightly faster. They both moaned, and a rhythm developed. The buck's antlers kept striking the wall, sometimes hard enough to leave slight indentations, and his moaned at the end of every third or fourth time Rasmus's organ plunged to its deepest mark.
Their breath came more quickly; it had been nearly inaudible under the sound of the shower, but now they were both sucking in gasps and grunting and moaning to each other loud enough to be noticeable, perhaps even disruptive, to the neighbors. "Wouldn't be the first time," Rasmus thought to himself. "Won't be the last!" He grinned at himself in the mirror above Jake's back, and sped up for the final stretch.
"Rrrrrrgghh!" Jake bounced at the end of Rasmus's penis, trying to squeeze it with his ring and pressing himself back to match the bull's surges forward. It couldn't last much longer.
Rasmus lowed, mooing softly, then a little louder; it became a bellow as he shot his seed out. Jake felt the spasms of the organ and the sudden heaviness of the bull's limbs on his back. Every throb seemed about to rip Jake open, and he groaned in unison with his lover; their voices died away against the falling water in the shower.
They stayed where they were for almost a minute before Rasmus pulled himself out of Jake. He peeled off the condom and tossed it in the trash. "Now we're ready to bathe," he said, and stepped into the shower. He immediately recoiled.
"What is it," Jake asked.
"Used up all the hot water." The bull spat past Jake into the sink. "Guess we'll have to lounge around naked for a while. Hope you don't mind."
"It's what I came over here to do last night," the buck said. "Of course I don't mind."