Like Daddies or What, Kid?
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Like Daddies or What, Kid?
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The music thumped in the club, just at the right tempo to make ears and tails waggle, like it was calling everyone to join in the fun on the dance floor, gyrating bodies, whistles, high-fives, yelps, general noises of a slightly drunken, good-spirited crowd having a great time.
A handsome black and white wolf leaned against a wall pillar, drink in paw, and studied the movements of the gyrating mass of men, some of them quite scantly clad, too, which the daddy wolf didn't mind at all.
"So, what do you think then?"
The wolf's ears and muzzle tipped in the direction of a bulky red panda standing near him, a kind muzzle, playful eyes, his red-fuzzed ears bouncing up and down to the rhythm of the music daring him to join along.
"Hmmm..." the wolf breathed out thoughtfully.
"Well?" the red panda stated.
"So...that one...is the primary target and that's the backup, you reckon?" the wolf mused while nodding in two directions in turn.
"I've got a good feeling," the red panda snickered.
"Hmmmm..." the wolf took a sip from his drink and smacked his lips once the tangy flavor and the nice warmth was going down his throat.
"Or if you think otherwise..." the red panda mused.
"Nnnnoo..." said the wolf, tail flicking about while he contemplated the issue at paw, "yes, I think you've made a fine choice. It's your turn to choose, anyway..."
"But I'd never choose without your input, you know it," the red panda swatted the wolf's hip with his bushy tail.
"Heheh," the wolf laughed roughly, "likewise."
"So?" the red panda sounded impatient, almost. "Shall we?"
The wolf sipped down the rest of his drink and grinned.
"Well, I'm in need of freshening up, anyway," he winked.
"Hah!"
They moved into the gyrating crowd, the wolf in the sleeveless muscle shirt, the red panda, in a slightly more covering blue collared shirt, though likely quite open around the neckline, making their double trails through the club floor and over to the bar counter. The wolf landed to the left side and the red panda to the right, both standing on the counter, paws upon its black glass surface, for comfort, and in a way to trap down their prey.
"Another Tail Twister with a splash," the wolf tipped his class in the air in front of him to rouse the attention of the barkeep weasel.
"I'd like to have a Triple Junction, please!" the red panda lifted his own paw to make his order.
"Coming up!" the weasel smirked and went on to start preparing the drinks.
The red panda and the wolf exchanged a quick look over the top of the head of their prey, with the wolf giving a final confirming nod to the red panda, whom cleared his throat.
"Can I get you a drink, buddy?"
The man sitting on the bar stool was a perky-eared maned wolf, with a cheeky muzzle and very bright eyes. His head furs were a carefully styled mess, as was his eponymous mane, puffed out and on display to enhance his natural assets. A dainty paw held onto a small glass with something fruit-smelling in it, and his tail bobbed in the air behind him once the older, larger red panda stated the question.
"Hey there," the wolf's voice was a sensual murmur, very much a canine voice alright, "think you can afford to buy me drinks?"
He snickered, this time the voice rising to a somewhat nasal spectrum with the statement. The red panda gave him something of a pointed look at that statement.
"I hope you're not on the trade here, mate," he said in a low voice," they don't like that sort of a thing here."
The maned wolf chuckled.
"Oh I'm not that desperate," the young man snickered, "no, no, just having a good time here."
The red panda thrummed the bar counter with his fingers, quite intently so, and slowly, making sure that the true effect of it was to make his arm flex most pleasingly while he eyed the maned wolf.
"I think I'm pretty well off," he said, "besides, my drinks come with a bonus."
The maned wolf glanced at the flirty older man next to him. He tilted his head a little and assumed an air of nonchalant sensuality, something to let the red panda know that the maned wolf knew that he was the hot stuff in the club, and that it was for him to choose who would get to pick him up, not the other way around.
"And what would that be?" the wolf pursed his lips questioningly.
The red panda lifted his brows and suddenly the maned wolf felt a big, warm paw against his shoulder, so quickly that it made him jump briefly, and to look at the tall, hunky black and white wolf standing next to him.
"The bonus has a name and it's Daryl," the older wolf spoke smoothly in his low, sexy rumble, "my hubby's name right there is Connor."
"Heya," the red panda winked.
The maned wolf glanced from one male to another, his tail beginning to wag before he sipped his drink theatrically, put the glass down, and grinned.
"Well...I was quite hungry for a sandwich, anyway..."
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"Welcome home," Daryl chuckled, his voice suitably husky after a couple of drinks, as he opened the door into the swanky apartment he shared with his hubby and mate Connor, whom entered through the front door with the maned wolf in tow - Marshall, they had learned his name to be, over a giggled drink and a nookie in the back of the cab.
"Sweet!" Marshall was giggling as the trio entered into the apartment, with its nice, expansive living room and the doors leading into the kitchen and dining areas.
"Should I pour us some drinks?" Connor asked, the red panda intending to be the good host.
Their guest laughed some more and laid some paws upon the nearest big man he could reach, whom happened to be the wolf, Daryl letting out some pleased rumbles when he felt questing, small paws fondle the front of his shirt and the mounds of muscle felt and seen beneath the flimsy fabric.
"Somehow I think he's already had enough drink," Daryl chuckled.
"Hmmm..." their guest leaned against the big wolf's chest and sniffed around his armpit for the pleasant musk he expected to find there, "murrr..."
"Looks like it," Connor observed as well, feeling his own blood starting to warm quite nicely as well from the prospect of playing with both his mate and someone new, like they sometimes did.
"Come on, " the wolf gestured, "let's make a nice little sandwich first..."
The smiling red panda stepped up to the two and put his arms about them, paws flat over his mate's back so that he was hugging both of them onto himself as well. Marshall was still busy inhaling Daryl's armpit, which meat that his hosts were free to lock their muzzles in a deep, passionate kiss, one that spoke of their deep bond and the pleasures they knew could be shared with one another. The boy between them was effectively closed between two buff men, and was rumbling with happiness at the feel of their solid muscles, Connor's warm gut on his back, and the firm chest against his own while he breathed in the potent musk of the big wolf holding onto him. There was something for everyone in that little three-man furpile, too, lots of butts to grip with big, groping paws, musk to smell, lips to taste, and the kisses and touching went back and forth for quite some time, until the small wolf seemed to be content to simply stand there and try to catch a kiss or two from either of the bigger males who were his hosts.
"Hmm...think we ought to heat things up a notch... Daryl grumbled, a nice, throaty sound that Marshall could feel through the wolf's chest as well, which he had been worshipfully nuzzling as well.
"Oh I think so..." replied Connor, slowly humping against the wolf's cute little butt.
"Oh, yeah..." Marshall sounded almost dreamy, hearing the two guys speak like that.
They separated, but only enough so that they could lead their guest into the bedroom. It was very comfortably furnished, and the bed took the center stage, of course, king sized for two big men to snuggle in...and definitely with room enough for a third as well.
"Now, why don't you hop onto that bed, buddy?" Daryl patted the maned wolf's butt, which made him yelp and flail his tail cutely.
"Careful!" Marshall replied in a quick chuckle. "That's sensitive merchandise!"
"Ahahah!" Connor laughed. "Thought it wasn't on sale..."
"Special offer," Marshall wriggled his butt teasingly and took his sweet in climbing to the bed, where he assumed a crouching pose on his haunches, turning to face the two men in front of him now, standing at the foot of the bed. The two hunks grinned and shared a long, sexy kiss while fondling each other's groins, with the maned wolf staring impatiently at the spectacle.
"Damn...you're so sexy..." Marshall rumbled softly, "damn...bet you're so hung..."
"Wouldn't you want to see..." Daryl winked at the little wolf while he stroked his hubby's bulge.
"Yesplease!" Marshall yelped.
The two big guys shared a look before they put arms about each other's shoulders and shuffled just a little closer together so that they were standing hip to him right in front of the maned wolf.
"Go on then...unwrap your presents, butt boy," Connor chuckled to the gawking maned wolf. "See what we've got..."
"Hmmm..." Marshall licked his lips, "don't know where to start..."
He reached with one paw towards each of the tantalizing mounds of flesh and fondled them, causing both of the big guys to grumble with approval. The smecking sound told the maned wolf that they were kissing again, but he didn't feel left out, not with something so nice to play with. Marshall ran his paws over the bulges and was thrilled with imagining what he could find underneath their clothing...his own cock more than hard, really, making its own rock-hard curve against the front of his tight little pants.
Marshal played with the hunky duo for a few moments while he figured out how to undo Daryl's belt and the red panda's buttons, which led to him leaving the wolf's groin alone for a moment and for him to tug down Connor's pants first. Daryl too joined in on the voyeuristic fun of seeing his hubby's cock taken out of its package, which involved his underwear slipping down over his round rump to reveal the musclegutted belly and the bulky sheath and nicely sized balls. The sheath was obviously swollen, but he was not yet peeking out of it, but the strong scent of groin musk told the story about just how aroused he was getting,
"Sweet..." Marshall's eyes seemed to be gleaming, "looks so nice..."
Connor decided that the maned wolf's eponymous appendage should come handy, and tugged their guest by his neck to nuzzle at his cock and balls, grinning confidently for Daryl while the wolf stared lustily at the display.
"Think the boy likes me..." the red panda mused.
"Ha," Daryl grunted roughly, "he just hasn't seen what I've got yet..."
"Humph," said Connor, whom thrust his hips against the maned wolf's muzzle to give him a further helping of his stuff. Marshall sniffed around his balls at the moment, enjoying everything he found there, much to the amusement of Daryl, whose tail was wagging while he exchanged another tongue-tying liplock with his hubby.
Eventually, Connor gently tugged on Marshall's ruff again, and looked down to him with a grin on his lips.
"Give my dear Daryl some sugar too, boy," he winked. "He's got plenty to share, too."
By now Connor was sporting wood at about half-mast, three inches of pinkish cock poking out of his sheath, the stout length already glistening with precum. The musk was delicious, and Marshall couldn't resist lapping up a taste which he savored on his lips while he shuffled his knees on the bed and went for the next cock in turn. Daryl smirked to Connor and gave his spit-polished dick a little tug with just his fingertips, causing his hubby to murr deeply.
"Hhmpph...yeah...do it just like that..."
Marshall unzipped Daryl's pants, and already he cool feel his fingertips touching something firm and hot, just beyond the cloth of the tight fitting underwear he discovered, soft fabric that snuggled up to the shape of a very bulky sheath indeed. His own tail began to wag and a murr left from his throat, with the maned wolf's fingers curling under the elastic to initiate the final reveal.
"W-wow..."
"And the crowd goes wild!" Connor whooped.
"Asshole," Daryl chuckled, looking down at the maned wolf's awestruck face, muzzle slightly open to stare at the swollen sheath and the size of the bulky canine tip peeking from the opening of the fat sheath in front of his eyes. The whole thing was crowned by a little ring piercing through the base of the sheath, an exotic adornment that the maned wolf found to be extremely sexy and raunchy.
"Hmmm," Connor agreed.
Daryl cupped his own balls and gave his junk a wiggle, which Marshall's eyes followed with amusing intensity.
"It looks big..." he mumbled, tongue lolling out of his muzzle.
"Better take a good sniff of those balls, too..." Connor mused, and used the helpful handle of a mane on the little wolf's neck to push him towards his partner's groin.
Marshall didn't really need all that much urging to get licking all over the big wolf's package. One dainty paw dropped over a beefy thigh, while the other tracked over back towards the red panda's groin, to fondle another sheath in his fingers while he nuzzled and licked at the big nuts in their secure sac. Daryl rumbled with approval and smirked over to Connor, whom seemed have to be getting some paw action while he watched the wolf's sheath swell and more of him slowly emerged from the fuzzy fold of thick skin.
"Hmmm...daddy..." Marshall murmured.
"Ha!" Daryl's tail flipped In the air. "Watch it, boy, I'm not that old, hah!"
"Hmmm..." the maned wolf replied, from somewhere afar in his personal sexual nirvana of wolf balls and musk.
"Seems to like ya," Connor commented, watching their guest submit in the altar of masculinity, and enjoying every moment of the show.
"Heh...there's a lot to love..." Daryl mused. He grabbed the maned wolf's paw, resting over his hip at the moment, and placed it against his swelling shaft. Marshall immediately looked up from his work at Daryl's balls, to see the red cock growing...and growing still, and feeling its strong pulsing under his fingerpads the wolf had placed upon it so that Marshall could get a first paw experience as well.
"Oh my God..." Marshall's eyes seemed to widen.
"You like?" Daryl questioned cockily.
"It's..." the twink on the bed mumbled, "are you...half horse or something?"
The wolf laughed heartily at the proposal, and let his mighty dong bounce.
"Nope, I simply was a good boy and ate my Brussels sprouts," he said.
Marshall touched the shaft tentatively, almost, tracing its firm, hot length towards the swollen tip.
"I'm not sure I can get my fingers around it...fuck..."
He did try, and managed it just about...squeezing on the shaft and making the wolf grumble pleasedly.
"How...how long is this thing? A fucking foot?" the maned wolf questioned.
"Fourteen inches," Daryl replied nonchalantly. "It's not a fucking foot, it's a foot plus!"
"Wow..." the maned wolf gulped.
"How'bout you'd do some more sucking and less gawking, boy?" the wolf took his turn at yanking on his mane to direct Marshall's muzzle where he wanted it to go.
"Y-yes sir..."
The maned wolf began to lap at the underside of the huge shaft that flopped all over his face while he paid his respects to it, maw open and struggling to lick all over the thick, heavy length that loomed in front of him. It was easily the biggest cock he had ever seen, intimidating, huge...he was in love with it from the first glimpse.
"Come on...my muzz needs some action too," Daryl told Connor, whom he tugged by his shirt collars into another kiss while their third wheel mouthed at the wolf's big prick. Their ears filled with the merry sounds of fellatio, or at least attempted actions of the sort. Their slobbery tongue-kissing went well with that, they thought, while groping each other's chests to feel those nice, firm muscles working under the strain of the sex they were quite merrily having with one another. Paws were occasionally spared to ruffle the little slut's headfurs as well, to encourage him further to play with the wolf's mighty cock.
"You know what," Connor stated once he'd done licking Daryl's lips, "I think I'd fancy a nice old-fashioned daisy chain...everyone gets to suck a cock and get sucked, eh?"
"Hmmm..." Daryl rumbled, just as his cock tip spurted pre-cum against the maned wolf's muzzle, still crouched on the bed, "not a shoddy idea...heard that, boy?"
Marshall's eyes looked dreamy, looking up at the big, rumbling wolf.
"I love that...heh..." he licked his lips bashfully.
"Let's get naked, then," Connor smirked, "no point in covering any of this sweet stuff up..."
Their clothes disappeared onto the floor in a flurry of flying garments, resulting, soon enough, in the bed being piled with their three bodies wriggling into place, lying on their sides. Daryl slipped his red panda hubby's cock into his own muzzle while the fuzzy man licked up along Marshall's swollen member, leaving the last side of their little man-triangle to gobble the wolf's 14 inches into his own overloaded muzzle.
"Umph!"
Daryl smiled around the cock his muzzle bobbed upon - sounded like the maned wolf was really getting into it, too, and his dick could tell as much, by the vibrations coursing through his hard, leaking flesh. His tail flicked cheerfully while the maned wolf wrapped his paw around the base of the wolf's cock in the hopes of stimulating the considerable length of dick he simply couldn't fit into his muzzle. Its girth was already spreading his jaws up to the max, and he was almost gagging with the thick tip poking on the back of his throat.
Daryl, on the other paw, was not only enjoying the blowjob, but also loved the comfortable, familiar action of going down on Connor's. The red panda's tool fit perfectly over his grooved tongue, sliding gently back and forth with nice little bucks of Connor's hips. Daryl cupped his rump with his paws and helped him guide his movements while he too varied the actions upon his lover's meat, licking, suckling, slobbering freely, and with fingers ready to wander and to play with the red panda's butt crack as well, its pleasant, fragrant furrow a common playground for the wolf's sexy attentions. Judging by the playful swish of Connor's tail, the red panda was enjoying it greatly, though his vocalizations, like all of theirs, were somewhat muffled by the seven or so inches of foreign wolf-dick in his own long muzzle. Connor sucked on it with gusto, letting his tongue twirl around the new, friendly meat lodged in his maw. Compared to his hubby's cock it wasn't quite as much of a mawful, but still a fun toy to enjoy, cheeks hollowing with his intense suctioning action. This in turn made Marshall moan around Daryl's cock, whom then growled over Connor's tool, who rumbled upon the maned wolf...and so the chain went on and on, amplified noises and vibrations of pleasure coursing through their relaxed bodies sprawled on the bed in their three-way sexual congress.
Cocksucking and butt-grabbing aside, things got along very nicely, indeed, so much that eventually it was Daryl who disengaged himself from their daisy chain and rolled over his side and got onto his haunches, crouched on the bed and watching his hubby still continue playing with their new butt buddy's cock.
"Hmm...very good muzz, boy," he swatted the maned wolf's ass with a well-aimed slap, "but I think it's about time we started checking this side out, too..."
Marshall let out a yelp and flapped his tail, which ended up smacking Connor's nose whom spat out the wolf's dick out of his muzzle and chuckling roughly at the noise the younger man had made.
"Tail up, kid!" he winked.
Daryl gathered the slinky guy into his arms and humped his dick onto the shivering boy's butt crack while he began to nibble the back of the maned wolf's neck. Marshall let out a whimpering moan at the sensations, both the warmth on his neck and the feeling of such a huge cock poking at his rear.
"Uhhh...that's...that's really big..." Marshall mumbled.
"Hmmmrrrr...murr...sweetcheeks..." Daryl grumbled his paws stroking over the young man's belly while he dry-humped the boy's butt.
"Uuuuhhh..."
"Think you can handle it, wuffy?" Connor smirked, reclining on the bed while he idly played with his red, spit-soaked cock.
"Eehhh...I don't know..." the maned wolf's ears flicked rapidly, "uuhh..."
"Well..." rumbled the wolf behind him, "as it happens, Connor is very much a top so...I think he ought to have the first go at this sweet little butt..."
"Aren't you generous, hun," Corron smirked at the wolf who was still playing with their guest's belly button.
"Not to mention, it might be a bit tighter yet, before I've been there...hahah..."
He thrust against Marshall's ass and made him moan even louder, eyes going wide at the nudge of that thick shaft against his asshole. Daryl snickered when he finally let go of the boy and allowed Connor to tug the maned wolf down onto the bed instead.
"Hmmmmm..." he swung a leg over Marshall's legs and settled behind him, paws falling over the twinky wolf's tight little butt, "got a nice one, you...get lots of compliments, I bet..."
"Hmmm...yeah..." Marshall sounded dreamy while his ass was fondled by the eager daddy red panda.
"Fancy some lube?" Daryl asked from the sidelines, watching the show with an amused smirk and a hard bounce to his cock that drooped under its sheer weight, towards the dark wolf's thigh.
"Hmm...think I'll have a quick taste first..." Connor winked.
The red panda buried his muzzle eagerly under the wolf's flicking tail. His paws held Marshall's rump cheeks open while he licked up the wolf's taint in a ticklish, long motion that made him moan and push his lips against a nearby pillow.
"Humhmhmh..."
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"Connor's a real ass man," Daryl mused, mostly directed to the maned wolf, while his hubby flicked his tail towards him in mock indignation at being labeled such. His own dark lips were grinning broadly while his tongue poked out between them, to lap against the wolf's tailhole.
"Ahh..." Marshall's fingers curled onto the sheets when his head reared up, his moan now very deep and loud.
"Liking it, too..." Daryl commented. He gave himself a few little strokes, but didn't want to work himself up too quickly. Watching his husband fooling around with the twink was sexy enough, and he was breathing quite ragged, listening to the slick swoosh of his mate's tongue digging at the playful, horny twink's muscled winker.
"Hmmmmm.."
"Think I'll try the other end again...heh..."
Daryl made the bed squeak, crawling across it so that he was at the head of the bed, and settled down, with a broad smirk caressing his muzzle when he grabbed the twink's neck ruff and lifted his muzzle. He grinned down to the big-eyed young man and pushed his muzzle right onto his own balls, nosepad nudging at the raunchy piercing on his sheath.
"Hmmm...taste those balls..."
A lot of tongue action went on for a while, Connor teasing the boy's tailhole, Marshall, meeping and huffing under the anal assault, lapping up a storm over the big, dangling orbs belonging to the daddy wolf whom sat there with a content smile on his lips and his tongue lolling out of his muzzle and dribbling saliva over his chest. It felt exciting to have a new muzzle working on him, Daryl thought, watching the cheerful flick of his mate's ears while he played tongue hockey under the maned wolf's tail.
"The lube's where we left it last night," Daryl spoke, casually, leaning happily against the bedroom wall.
Connor smacked his lips on his way up, and fetched the bottle without getting out of the bed. He returned behind the sprawled maned wolf and began to anoint both his cock and the young an's hole with copious amounts of high grade silicone lubricant, designed to ease big things into small places, and not to dry up to soon even under 'hard use'. Heh. The slogans on the bottle weren't all talk, thankfully, they had learned during many bed-creaking romps on that very same bed, and now the squirming maned wolf was going to receive a first...hole experience on that matter.
"Head up," Daryl told their guest and tugged his chin up, away from his sloppy balls, "don't want any accidental biting there, hahh..."
The maned wolf gave him a mirthful look, but at that very moment Connor decided to nudge his cock against his hole, and Marshall's cheekiness turned into hissing and moaning when the stiff red panda cock pierced his pucker and began to dwell into his well-trained, slickened depths.
"Ahh..."
"Heheh," Daryl patted the boy's shoulder and ruffled his sweaty head furs, "get some nice daddy piece in ya...heheh..."
He smirked and shared a wink with Connor who was leaning dominantly over the young wolf, paws gripping onto each taut butt cheek and keeping them apart so that he could watch at his pink member spearing into the wolf's puckerhole.
"Auuughh...daddy cock..." rumbled the maned wolf.
Connor began to pump in and out, driving himself into the wolf's warmth at a good, exploring phase. Marshall hung his head down low again, but this time the bigger, older wolf in front of him used one paw to pry his jaws open, while the other paw guided the blunt, round tip over to the waiting, newly spread lips.
"Here...something to keep your mouth busy...hahah..."
The heavy-lidded youth glanced up at the daddy wolf and kissed the cock being pushed upon his maw, savoring its salty flavor and the throbbing heat pulsing upon his own, delicate lips
"Been too long since we spitroasted someone, huh?" Connor commented, happily humping away at Marshall's squishy, tight rump.
"Hell yeah...too long..." agreed Daryl, his cock being mouthed by the quietly harrumphing maned wolf having his tailhole split open and his mouth slowly invaded by a thick, hot, meaty organ seeking for a good warm orifice to spend time in.
Connor had soon bottomed out and was long-dicking the maned wolf with his seven inches, eager to bury everything in before he pulled out until his tip was being massaged by the boy's pucker, then to thrus t his hips forward so that he went in to the balls, sucked by the wolf's insides into his back passage. The springs of the bed added to the motion and caused the wolf to slowly move back and forth, propelled by the red panda daddy's thrusts into his rear. This caused about an inch or so of Daryl's cock to move upon the wolf's drooling muzzle without requiring any effort on the black and white wolf's part. He was content to just sit there and let his hubby do the work for him, by pushing their little buddy's muzzle on him.
"Hmm...just watch those teeth and you'll be A-okay...yeah..." he rumbled upon feeling a tiny scrape against his shaft, "beware of gagging, though...it's been known to happen..."
Connor snorted.
"Asshole!" he grunted.
"Any good?"
"Yep," the red panda answered while giving the maned wolf's butt a casual thrust that made him moan around Daryl's cock," really nice and tight...not like yours but...nice..."
"Good...I was afraid I might have to get jealous," Daryl winked.
"N-never..." panted the red panda who was happily pounding away at Marshall's ass. "Your ass is too sweet to be surpassed even by hot twink butt...hmhmmrghhh..."
"Could fool me for a sec..." the wolf teased, enjoying the naughty sight of his husband humping up the swishy-tailed boy's ass.
"Says you...almost going cross-eyed with him sucking your dick..."
"But it's some good muzzle..." the wolf bucked his hips into Marshall's maw, causing him to splutter and gag briefly before he managed to draw some air into his lungs again.
"Nothing bad 'bout this end either..."
"Bet that...wanna try things a bit different?" Daryl winked.
They shared a look, and the red panda gave a quick nod.
"Yeah...'bout time...heh..." he said, "come on, wuffy boy...time to try some doggiestyle action..."
Daryl shuffled backwards and left the warmth of the wolf's muzzle. Connor leaned over Marshall's back and hooked his paws under his arms so that he could pull up the twink on all fours, briefly, before the red panda resumed hunching into his ass, rocking his hips quickly while the maned wolf began to ride him, slowly.
"uhhhfuck..."
"Sounds like a happy boy to me..." Daryl mused. He grabbed the lube and crawled back into his original place, though losing the pillow now. He squirted some lube onto his palm and rubbed it onto his cock, to make it truly glisten while he looked at the maned wolf riding his lover's pole.
"Enjoying yourself, kid?" he smirked, watching Marshall's cock bounce and flap against his flat belly while he got it up the chute from the red panda's thick pole.
"Uhhyeeeah..." Marshall moaned.
"Getting pounded good?" Daryl continued the verbal tease while he was putting on a show of his own by stroking and waving his floppy, glistening shaft about with his playful fingers.
"Ahh...yyeah..." said the maned wolf rocking against the red panda's thrusts.
"Not a bad cock on you either..." Daryl mused, "ever top anyone with that meat of yours?"
"Uhh..." moaned the wolf, "s-sometimes..."
"Would you like to get a crack at a big daddy wolf?" Daryl husked. He shocked the maned wolf by pulling up his legs with surprising agility for his size, causing Marshall to get a really good view of Daryl's own tailhole, nestled underneath his balls that flopped to the side with the wolf's position at the moment, and his raised legs provided just the perfect angle for spying at his winking, pink anus.
"Uhhh...r-really?" Marshall moaned.
Connor chuckled roughly and bit on a nearby ear, making the boy writhing on his lap moan even loader.
"Guess what...he likes it up the ass...a lot..." he growled dirtily into Marshall's slightly smarting canine ear.
Daryl winked once again and wiped some of the lube from his paw onto his tailhole and clenched it to make his asshole beckon for the bottomy wolf. IT seemed to be working, since the fucked wolf's eyes became fixed onto that very spot, even through his own ass getting plowed from behind by a horny daddy red panda with a boner to put into a good, gripping hole.
"Bet you'd like to try this out.." Daryl wriggled his toes on one extended leg, knees reaching for his chest.
"Heheh...go for it, butt boy..." Connor rumbled into the maned wolf's ear, stilling his thrusts for the moment and leaving himself well-buried into his depths.
"Eh..."
"Lemme give you a paw..." Connor grumbled.
He grabbed the maned wolf's cock and took aim, shuffling both of them forward by moving on his knees, Marshall riding on top of him while he moved them a little, which put his knees against Daryl's stretched out butt. The red panda aimed Marshall's slim dick down towards the glistening hole and rubbed the tip against the wolf's pucker a couple times, making all three of them moan with the sensations coursing through their bodies.
"Oh...fuck..." Marshall groaned.
"Go for it..." Connor nibbled the maned wolf's messy neck, " he likes it hard..."
Daryl lifted his hips wantonly, putting some extra pressure of the wolf's cock against his hole, and with a bit of extra help from Daryl in the form of a thrust up the maned wolf's butt, Marshall's cock began to pierce into the bigger, older male's tailhole. He bit his teeth together and growled sexily, sensually, letting the wolf take him quite quickly, and barely with any preparation besides a hint of lube he'd spread earlier. Daryl didn't seem to have much trouble taking it, Marshall's rumbles getting louder and louder while he sunk down into the wolf's guts while the red panda maintained a firm, deep penetration into Marshall's own bottom as well.
"AwfuckYEAH!" Daryl barked out deeply, being finally filled up with Marshall's knot touching upon his pleasantly stretched pucker, "that's what I'm talking bout! Shit! FUCK! Yeah!"
"Heh..." Connor groaned, on top of the new sandwich they had formed, "he goes all porno when he gets cock in his ass...heh..."
"Oh shaddap and just keeping fucking!" the wolf snarled dirtily.
The carefully orchestrated squeezing of his tailhole around the maned wolf's pole seemed to finally put some extra life into him, for Marshall braced himself on his paws and began to rock his hips, seesawing through the teasing grip of Daryl's hole while the motion, as a result, impaled his own slushy tunnel onto the red panda's dick.
"Oh maaan..." Marshall groaned, truly getting stimulated to a high degree with the dual action torturing his pleasure zones all at once, "wow..."
"Hmphhh..." Daryl grunted, one paw tugging slowly on his own huge cock while the maned wolf's tool started to churn into his back passage with canine urgency, "fuck that daddy hole..."
Their kinky threesome carried on, propelled by Connor's hips giving each of them some leverage while he pumped into Marshall's rump, whom in turn plugged the dirtily snarling wolf underneath him. Daryl's tail stroked along the bedsheets, wagging sideways while his stretched hole was repeatedly filled by the pleasantly shaped wolf-cock sliding into him. The continued prostate massage had him throbbing and oozing pre-cum over his knuckles, fingers still lazily playing along with himself while he took it up the ass from the twink while incredibly dirty obscenities flowed from his muzzle.
"Yeah...pound that wolf-hole, baby...fill yer daddy up...keep going...yeah..keep going yeah...go for it...you too, daddy Conn...go for it...go for it..." panted the wolf.
The sweaty red panda behind the missionary-fucking pair gripped Marshall's hips and suddenly leaned back, pulling the wolf out of his hubby mid-fuck so that Marshall's cock slapped against his belly after slipping against Daryl's balls wetly.
"Umph!" Marshall let out a surprised moan, tail swishing against Connor's chest, tailhole clenching around the red panda's member. "Was getting c-close, man!"
Connor kept his arms wrapped around the maned wolf and nuzzled into that fuzzy neck.
"Hmmpph...just a little change up yet...dontcha worry..."
Daryl let his legs fall back onto the bed and spread them, to make a little more room while Connor shuffled closer again, falling between the extended legs of his hubby. He plopped out of Marshall's chute with a grunt of his own, before settling the wolf down onto Daryl's belly and pushing his legs so that they were spread wide, on either side of the daddy wolf's hips.
"Uh..." Marshall moaned.
"Lean forward a bit," said Connor, which was somewhat superfluous since he was pushing his back too, to get the maned wolf down over Daryl.
"Eh..."
The red panda gripped both of their slick erections, his dwarfed by Daryl's obscene tool, of course, but neither cock had anything to be ashamed of, when the daddy panda struggle to keep them in his hold, when he took new aim, Daryl's tip pressing onto the maned wolf's stretched hole.
"Uh-huhu-uuuuuhh..."
Daryl bucked his hips forward and drove himself through the smutty open
ing and into Marshall's already well-fucked insides. He let out a deep grunt at being spread open even more than before - the wolf's sheer size meant that he was equally girthy as his unusually thick hubby. Gravity alone was enough to drop the maned wolf even further down upon him, the wolfcock burrowing in deep...all the way until somewhere halfway down, the red panda's cocktip pressed against the rim of the maned wolf's pucker.
"OhMYGOD!" Marshal's body suddenly went rigid at the sensation, and the realization hitting him hard.
"Ohffuuuck...he's gone so damn tight..." Daryl muttered, his cock in a vice-like grip for the moment.
"That's not a good idea, wuff," Connor licked Marshall's ear, "you wanna relax for it...believe me..."
"Uhh...you really g-gonna..."
"Well, call it a little...spur of the moment decision," the red panda rumbled.
"Just get in there!" Daryl hissed from beneath the wolf speared on his pole. "He's like butter...f-fuck..."
"It's a bit crowded at the moment!" complained Connor, who was trying to push and press himself against the maned wolf's stretched hole, "stay still..."
He was directing his words both at Daryl lying on the bed, almost unable to keep his hips still, as well as Marshall, who seemed to have trouble keeping himself in one position, with one cock under his tail already and another threatening to breach his fleshy gates to double stuff the maned wolf's hole with two lengths of hard daddy cock. He kept slipping off, though, despite how much he was pushing, it seemed like they might've been trying to get into a hole that simply wasn't up for the challenge...
"Damn..." Connor huffed.
Daryl gripped Marshall's shoulders and pulled him almost flat against his chest, and pushed the boy's muzzle against his shoulder, to better expose his stuffed ass for the red panda.
"Try now," he said, "give it to him, daddy..."
The big wolf held the small wolf in tight while Connor pushed even harder...nudging and prodding at the messy hole already spread open so wide...to seemingly made a little gain, while Marshall groaned against Daryl's beefy shoulder.
"Ouhh..."
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"Damn that feels sexy, your cock on mine..." Daryl grumbled, "go...go!"
"GGggoing!" Connor bit his teeth together. "Fuck..."
A bit by bit, the red panda's cock sneaked its way into the hole that was already filled to the brim with wolfcock, but seemed to be just about able to stretch enough to accommodate the stout length of the second older male intending to skewer the maned wolf on a hot, manly pole. Daryl seemed to be content to stay still and simply keep himself in to the know, while Connor, playing the hot top he was, could be more active and actually start thrusting, eventually, when he deemed it safe that he wouldn't immediately slip out of Marshall's ass should he pull back even a little.
"OWwwwfuuu!" Marshall threw his head back, which only meant that he was sitting back upon the dicks so deep in his ass, making his own cock drool a constant stream of pre-cum due to the instant prostate massage such contact meant. Both big guys gripped different parts of the boy with their paws, both to keep hi min place, to touch him, and to comfort him to ride past the pain and to find the pleasure from being double stuffed like a turkey on a Thanksgiving.
"So fucking...messy and...tight!" groaned Connor, humping away.
"Hhmhmhmghrr.." rumbled Daryl, whom was making sexy, dirty faces while his hips strained to drive his knot against the maned wolf's poor butthole, each bump of that fleshy knob making Marshall moan even louder than when Connor's cocktip poked his prostate and forced another load of pre-cum out of his almost limp cock. It flopped back and forth while the red panda drove himself into the rocking, moaning, whimpering boy. He seemed to be enjoying it by then, too, clutching onto Daryl's shoulders while his ass got royally fucked, one huge log of a wolf cock in there, followed by the constant hump of the red panda still drilling into the very much stuffed, leaking rear with his own stout member.
Connor was the most active party of the three, and it came as a no surprise for anyone that he was the first to bust his nut as well. His thrusts gained in intensity and he began to grunt and huff loudly, burying himself to the hilt with every humping motion, until his balls could not take it any further and he made a great grunt, his cock spilling spurts of cum into the maned wolf's back passage that barely bore any resemblance to his normal rectum anymore. The hot goo pumping into his hole washed over Daryl's own straining member, and triggered his fire hydrant-like orgasm as well, pumping cum deep into the depths of the moaning wolf's guts, hips humping all the while in a most canine manner to breed his bitch's rump.
"OHhhhhhhffff!"
Marshall sounded like someone had stuck him and now he we deflating, slowly, air escaping from his whining lungs. At the same time, his soft cock began to spurt cum in lazy, oozing globs that drooled onto Daryl's belly without much force...but there was a lot...and more...and even more, the three men already crashed into a pile, tired out by their exercises, while their double bottom continued to dribble cum to glue them together for the moment.
"Well...that was good...for the first round..." commented Daryl.
Both guys groaned.
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