Buck’s having another one of those days.
One of those days where the air is wet and everything seems against him, his fur is damp on the way home from school, where none of his so-called friends are around to hang out and his family isn’t even in town for the next few days. He’s already a little bit high and thinks school is a complete waste of his stupid time now that he’s 18 and he’s just going to graduate to not have to explain “high school dropout” on his resume. He just paws on home with his muddy boots and his empty backpack behind him. The metal blasts into his ears.
Buck climbs up the ladder to his bedroom in the attic. He’s always loved his bedroom so much. All of the heat rises up here so it is a little toasty, but he opens the circle window just a crack. He can see the rest of the street from here. Powerlines and the setting sun. The ceiling is low above his bed but he doesn’t mind it at all.
His boots are already sitting in a pile on the floor. He adds his jeans to that, slipping them off with the fervor that young guys do. He has a real cute body. His thighs are nice and soft but not overly muscular and his pecs look so soft to touch. He scratches at his chest under his shirt. Buck’s already got a bit of a hard-on.
At this point he’s already checking himself out in the reflection the window gives him, and a grin appears on his face. He wags his scut tail a little. This feels good.
It’s been a shitty day, but Buck knows exactly how to make himself feel better. He pulls out his laptop from under his pillow and goes through his nested files until he finds his porn stash. This file is bursting with videos and photos he’s collected since freshman year. You can definitely see the eras of porn he went through. Right now he likes girls giving blowjobs.
Normally he would just pull his cock through his fly in case someone was going to interrupt him, but there’s no chance of that happening today. He adds his briefs to the piles of clothing and begins to massage his cock.
He has a great dick. He’s never had sex with a girl before, so that’s more of his own opinion, but just based on what he’s seen in porn, Buck knows he has a great dick. It’s nice and big, maybe eight inches (but he’s too modest to measure) and thick too. He can barely get his hoof around it. It’s the kind of dick that girls in porn are gawking at, and exclaiming that they don’t know if they can fit it in their mouths. They always do. It’s the kind of dick that stretches someone out, at least according to the title of a hundred different porn videos he’s watched before in the dead of night.
Buck zones out. He’s watched this video too many times before.
He wants his dick sucked like that someday.
His friends are constantly bragging about the pussy they’re getting, the parties they go to, the girlfriends they have. Unlike a few years ago, all of the girls are real now. Buck’s a little too quiet for that to happen to him. He knows he’s cute, or at least he knows he has a good dick, but he prefers hunting to parties. There aren’t any girls in the woods.
But god how nice it would be to get head someday. Buck doesn’t want anything more. Just head. At this rate, if he’s still in his hometown in a year, spending his life building more upper middle class housing that no one can afford, he’s probably never going to get any head.
Then an idea pops into his head.
He’s talked about it with people at school before, in the bathroom getting high during second period. Everyone’s tried it before but him, apparently, and none of the guys there could do it. Buck didn’t want to outright say anything about it then, so he just agreed with the guys and looked at the tiles on the floor, but he’s always suspected that he could.
“What the hell?” he mumbles to himself. “Why not?”
He shuts his laptop and puts it on the floor next to him. He never ended up taking his shirt or his jacket off, but he’s a little too preoccupied to even notice. Buck flips the bottom half of his body over the top half with relative grace, using the low ceiling as leverage so he doesn’t fall over. His butthole is exposed to the air like this, his dick dangling onto his muzzle. That makes him feel great — he knows you have to have a certain length to do things like this and he can get it onto his face with ease. The little trail of precum left all over his mouth feels really good too. He rubs his thighs back and forth, letting his fur ruffle. Buck imagines that a girl’s about to suck his dick. He tells her to open wide, and she does so with an “Aaahhh!”
His dick lands perfectly in his mouth. He pushes on his thighs which only pushes his dick in further, maybe only two inches but more than enough to get the supreme joy of having his dick sucked, even if he has to do it himself. Buck knows the experience probably isn’t the same as really getting head, but just being so close to it, his field of view being entirely taken up by thighs and pubes and dick, having the soft and supple and pulsating member in his mouth, it feels beautiful. His body is already sore, though, so he drops out of that position and lies flat on the bed, panting. His window is still open but he doesn’t care.
His tail wags like nothing else. Oh to have his dick sucked. He just sits there and thinks about it, jerking off into his hoof.
The deer is getting close, but he decides to try it one more time. Again he uses the low ceiling for leverage, and he flips the lower half of his body over the upper half. The feeling of his dick lying on his face is kind of awesome – this is proof he has a great dick. Someone without a great dick would for sure not be able to do this.
He opens his mouth and lets his dick in once more. This time, instead of stopping at a few inches, he brings his dick in further. Buck is much more flexible than he thought. All that time stalking through the forest, sitting in awkward positions for hours at a time, all of that must help.
He pushes his dick further and further inside his own mouth, until suddenly his cock is touching the back of his throat and he coughs with surprise. The guys at school can’t even get it in their mouth and he can touch the back of his throat.
Buck’s dick is pulsing in his mouth. He lies there for a moment and breathes, appreciating the feeling of the moment. Warmth and wetness through his whole body. Porn makes this look so easy.
There’s just enough of his dick not in his mouth that he can grab it. His balls rest on his hoof. He begins to jerk himself off, and within a few seconds he’s already brought himself to orgasm.
The cum shoots down his throat and there’s nothing he can do but swallow. It feels so good. It feels like everything he’s always wanted. He pulls out a little and some hits his tongue – it’s salty and hot and he wants more of it. Buck sits there and drinks every last drop of cum. He waits for his dick to stop pulsing and only pulls out when he becomes flaccid, then collapses back onto his bed. He looks out the window.
There’s something to tell the guys at school tomorrow.
He smiles. Everything feels a little better now that he’s finally gotten head, even if he had to do it himself.
Buck doesn’t quite know how he got here. A few months ago, he was a southern boy waiting out his final days before college, fantasizing about the touch of a girl. Now he’s sitting on a guy’s bed as he’s taking his shirt off, desperately trying to hide the boner in his jeans.
Everett lets his shirt drop to the ground. He’s thin with the body of a runner, a little bit of pudge on his stomach from the indulgence of being in college. He smiles at Buck, effortlessly charming without trying to put on a show. There’s nothing else under his red plaid pajamas.
“I’m not gay, by the way,” Buck mumbles under his breath. The entire thing makes him nervous, sitting in front of this attractive sophomore in his kind of nondescript dorm room, trying not to show that he’s a virgin, that he has no idea what he’s doing, that this is his body controlling his brain more than the other way around. That’s all the southern boy knows right now, that despite whatever this is, he isn’t gay.
“Man,” Everett says. “What do you call this?”
“I dunno. Nothing.”
“Man, I was just like you last year. ‘I’m not gay, I’m not gay, I swear to god guys!’” He laughs. “There’s nothing to be scared of. You like taking it up the ass. Nothing wrong with that.”
Buck bites his lip. He’s never done that before, but he’s not about to say it.
Everett grabs his package under his pajamas. Buck takes notice and perks up.
“I’m not even gonna say it,” Everett laughs. “Here, dude. Suck my dick. That might clear it up.”
The dog opens the fly of his pajamas and lets his dick swing out. He’s half-hard and getting harder by the second as he puts his paw on the back of Buck’s head and brings him forward.
So. Buck’s sucked his own dick before. He spent the entire summer before he got here sucking his own dick, imagining it was a girl doing it. Of course it feels less like having your dick sucked and more like sucking a dick, but he wasn’t about to admit that to himself. Now he’s sitting in front of this dog’s cock, though, an expectant look on Everett’s face. It’s not exactly the same, he figures, but the skills are probably transferable. He grabs Everett’s cock in his hoof, puts the tip up to his tongue, and gives it a nice lick before letting it into his mouth.
“Mmmph,” Everett moans. “Fuck yeah.”
Buck keeps licking it while it’s in his mouth. He pushes a few inches into his mouth and licks the shaft. This isn’t something he picked up from porn, it’s just something he knows he likes himself. Everett clearly likes it too by the way he grabs Buck’s horns tight and doesn’t let go.
It makes more sense to Buck than he expects. It’s actually a lot easier since he doesn’t have to hold his entire body weight above him. He just takes a deep breath and pushes Everett’s cock deep into his throat. Everett encourages it by putting his paws on the back of Buck’s head and guiding it.
“Man, you’re a natural. You sure you aren’t gay?”
Buck can’t respond because of the dick in his mouth. Even if he could, it would still probably be in the negative. He can’t deny that the dog’s cock hitting the back of his throat feels good, the erection pressing against the fabric of his jeans, or his wagging scut tail. Despite that, it still doesn’t feel gay.
“Fuck, okay,” Everett says, pushing his head away. “Man, if you keep licking me like that, I’m gonna cum right there. Shit.”
Buck pulls off of him and wipes his muzzle.
“You feeling good?”
“Yeah.”
“You wanna get naked?”
“Yes.”
It’s not any different from stripping in front of the boys in the locker room. He takes his flannel off, pulls his shirt over his head and lets it hang on his horn, undoes his belt and lets it fall to the floor. Everett smiles at him as his hooves shake a little. “You’re pretty.”
“You think so?”
“You’re a pretty boy.”
“Thank you.”
And he lets his boxer briefs fall to the floor. Everett steps over and pulls him in. He grab’s the deer’s buttcheek in his right hoof as he starts kissing his neck. Buck freezes, but thankfully there’s not much to do in this position but receive the dog’s affection. Everett kisses his way down Buck’s neck and up his chin, eventually stopping right before his muzzle. Buck shuts his eyes tight. If they kiss lips to lips, it’s all over.
But then Everett pushes him back onto the bed. He falls backwards gracefully and lies there, exposed. “Are you clean?” Everett asks.
“Clean like…”
“Like did you douche?”
“Um…” Truthfully, he doesn’t quite know what a douche is, but Buck doesn’t want to say that. “Yeah.”
“Can I fuck you?”
“Really?”
He laughs. “It’s like you didn’t know you were gonna have gay sex or something.”
“It’s not gay.”
“Watch this.”
Everett grabs both of Buck’s shins and basically flips him over, thighs over his head, asshole exposed right to him. Buck wants to say that this isn’t a thing they do in the south, that he’s never done anything like this before, that isn’t isn’t fucking gay. Unfortunately, none of that is true and he’s spent countless hours with his thighs over his head, dick on his face.
“Holy shit, you’re flexible.”
“I’ve always been,” Buck says with his dick resting on his face. He tries to play it off like this is normal, but Everett’s clearly impressed.
“Maaaan. I’ve been doing track since ninth grade and I’m not nearly as flexible as that. You could probably put that in your mouth.”
Buck stares at his dick right in front of him. He’s tried to keep the self-sucking to a minimum ever since he’s gotten to college – there are real girls that can suck his dick now – but the allure of it being right there is getting to him. Everett rummages through his bedside drawer and pulls out a condom which he rolls on, then gets positioned right in front of Buck.
He smacks his dick against Buck’s hole a few times. “You ready?”
Buck takes a deep breath. What the hell is he getting into? “Yeah.”
And Everett pushes himself in.
It feels like pressure for a few moments before all of that melts away. Then it just feels damn good, like pure warmth streaming through his body. He’s already good at staying in this position, he already has Everett’s cock deep inside of him, now it’s all about feeling good. When Buck opens his mouth wide to moan and his dick falls into his mouth, he doesn’t even do anything about it.
“Fuuuuck,” Everett moans. “You are so fucking tight, man. That’s a tight boy pussy, huh?”
Buck’s cock pulses in his own mouth as Everett fucks him hard. He grips his thighs to keep himself up. The feeling is nothing like he expected from what he saw in porn. It’s nothing like he expected of himself at all, really. He came to college expecting to fuck pretty girls and now another guy is pumping his cock deep into him. It feels so good, so full. It fills all of the deepest carnal instincts inside of the deer. It helps he gets to suck his own dick once again. He isn’t even intentionally doing it but it’s so natural to him he doesn’t stop.
“Shit,” Everett grunts. “Oh shit, I’m gonna cum in you. I’m gonna cum deep inside of you.”
Everett pushes himself as deep into Buck as he can and wiggles his butt to get himself in a little deeper. Buck is practically balls deep on himself at this point as he feels Everett’s warmth fill him up. The dog closes his eyes and lets his tongue out as he cums inside of the deer.
Everett pumping the deer full of his cum is enough to push Buck over the edge. As he begins to cum in his own mouth, Everett bumps him out of position and he ends up cumming all over his face, a little bit of it ending up on his tongue. Everett pulls back panting and lets the deer’s legs fall onto the bed. Buck’s cock pulses in post-oragasmic pleasure as his entire body recovers from the tense state it was in.
“Okay,” Everett says, sitting down next to Buck. “You just sucked your own dick while I fucked you. Two dicks in you and there’s only one other guy here. Tell me that isn’t a little gay.”
“Okay,” Buck says, cum dripping down his temple. “It’s gay. It’s a little gay.”
“Good.” Everett lies down next to him and gives him a little kiss on the lips. “That’s settled.”
