Date: Wed, 8 Dec 2021 19:25:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: Arthur Doyle <sirarthurpornandoyle@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Bull, The Stag, The Ram part 7

"Ok, I got one," Jack said, idly scratching at his barely-covered
crotch. "What's the difference between a chestnut and a walnut?"

Taking a hit from the bong in my hand, I shrugged my shoulders at my
friend.

"How long you edge!"

The punchline took me a second but as soon as it hit, I nearly started
choking on the smoke in my throat.

"That's hilarious, dude," I said, slapping Jack on his back.

My best friend and I were kicking back at my place after a long workout
session together at the gym. Jack was shirtless and in very skimpy gym
shorts, which left exposed the hairy and muscular extent of his legs. His
naked pecs and shoulders looked incredible in the low light of my living
room, and I loved to see his shit-eating grin and gorgeous blue eyes
beneath his jet-black hair. I was happy to be so comfortable with him, the
two of us entirely past that awkward incident where I'd come onto
him. Knowing that I wasn't going to make a pass again, Jack was even chill
with me walking around in nothing but a tight jockstrap now that we had
finished working out.

"Alright," Jack said. "You're next."

He threw back his frosty Budweiser can and motioned for me to pass him the
bong. The place stunk to high heaven, both from the grassy smell of the
ganja as well as the funk wafting from us extremely sweaty college
jocks. My nostrils flared each time Jack moved, picking up distinct aromas
from his various body parts: the redolent tang from his balls, the
herbaceous bouquet from his armpits, even the faint but yeasty smell of his
breath. My own blend of man-stank rose from my frame, turning up my
essentially constant horniness to a more insistent notch. Adjusting my jock
pouch, I watched as Jack's eyes flicked down for a second. I smiled at my
friend.

"What's thick and creamy and falls from the sky?" I said.

Before I could finish, the door opened and Buck walked in wearing a knitted
poncho, some flowy pants, and a pair of Birkenstocks. My roommate looked as
stunning as ever, his wild hair curling into horn-like ringlets, his
tousled beard looking perfectly disheveled, his fiery eyes scanning
everything around him, his impeccable lips parting ever so slightly to show
off his wolf-like teeth. Jack and I raised our beers to Buck, who promptly
shucked his clothes, as he always did the second he came home. He padded
over, his balls and dong jiggling, then leaned over to grab the bong from
the table.

Buck stood with his sensational loins just at Jack's eye level as he lit my
large glass water pipe and sucked in a huge hit of smoke. My roommate's
cock dangled in front of my best friend's face, looking like the thickest
pipe of meat in creation encased in the most exquisite foreskin
imaginable. Buck's gargantuan nuts dangled so low they were halfway to his
knees and a fine sheen of ball juice was beginning to coat his
dickhead. Straight as he was, Jack was unable to shift his gaze away from
that crazy hot crotch scene and I noticed he was running the tip of his
tongue ever so slowly across his lips.

My roommate blew out an enormous cloud of smoke, which ran over his hunky,
hairy body and then billowed out across me and Jack. Even if we hadn't been
supremely stoned already, that exhaled haze alone would have been enough to
send us into the stratosphere.

"Thanks," Buck said, winking and clicking his tongue. He shook his
mouthwatering sausage with one hand and then disappeared into his room.

My hole was twitching like crazy by this point, my ass basically ready to
take all manner of dong. Jack looked at me with a huge smile plastered
across his face. "Dude," he said. "Looks like you've got some pressing
business to attend to." I started to protest but my friend just stood up
and started grabbing his stuff. He gave me an extended hug, taking the
opportunity to press our semi-hard dicks together and then smack my
jock-covered ass while laughing. "Get some, man!"

After Jack disappeared, I took one more hit from the bong for courage and
then slowly walked down the dimly-lit hallway toward's Buck's room. My
innermost depths felt the pulsing pull of my roommate calling to me across
the night. I wasn't surprised to find him standing in front of his altar,
his pornstar physique bathed in soft candlelight, a large half-smoked joint
pinched between his fingers. He smiled as I came in.

"Welcome, Walsh," he said. "Let's find out what you've learned."

I took my place by his side, shucking my jock and knowing without conscious
effort that a momentous moment had come. Looking at the altar, I saw
feathers and amulets, tree branches and carved animals, precious stones and
cones of incense. A mirror sat behind the beautiful horned effigy and, off
to the side, dangled Buck's enigmatic antlers.

"Each of us figures out what he needs about the world in his own way," my
roommate said in his resounding voice. He handed me the joint. "What is the
essence of your understanding?"

Inhaling a huge hit, I let the pot smoke settle in my mind. Every fiber in
my being was crying out for Buck to take me, to overwhelm and possess my
body, to smack my face with his supreme sausage, shove it down my throat,
and then fuck me as hard as possible until I nearly passed out. But I stood
still. Words came unbidden to my tongue.

"There is nothing but what is. The flow, the feeling. We can try to act
contrary to our natures, or we can allow ourselves to live them to their
fullest. Each of us already knows how to be. We simply have to listen to
ourselves."

Buck's cock twitched and started to rise. The dripping of his nut juice
steadily increased. His nostrils flared as he grinned at me in the mirror,
his astoundingly demonic eyes fixing me with their sensual gaze. His pits
were ripe with a thousand scents; sandalwood and blackthorn, sagebrush and
alder, laurel and winterhazel, cedar and fresh soil. The smells of an
entire pharmacopeia rose from his hide: artemisia, papapver, nicotania,
sativa, datura, vinifera, brugmansia, methysticum, coffea, lophophora,
psylocibe, and so many more that I couldn't catalogue the overwhelming
blast of his spirit.

"Can you tell me," Buck said. "Aries' dominant element?"

His huge-dicked friend had banged me six ways from Sunday while wearing a
crown of ram's horns. The carnal episode had been incredibly hot and my
hole spasmed just from the memory. I knew that in the zodiac, Aries was the
first astrological sign of the year, and that it was represented by
fire. Aries the man had certainly been domineering but, underneath, I had
sensed his mellifluous nature. There was also the incredible quantity of
gushing cum he'd produced upon orgasm.

"Aries is water," I said, and Buck smiled.

"What about Farley?"

The items on my roommate's altar stood out to me. My eyes fell on an
amethyst crystal, brilliant and purple, almost glowing in the
candlelight. The word amethyst came from the ancient Greek a- methustos,
meaning not intoxicated. It had been used in those days as a talisman to
ward off drunkenness, a method of grounding. That had been Farley for me,
my first true foray into this new reality.

"Farley is earth," I said.

Buck turned towards me with his incandescent gaze.

"And what are you, Walsh?"

That answer had already been given to me during one of my earliest
encounters with Buck. No matter how hard I tried, I always would see things
through the lens of facts and figures, science, language, history, and
logic.

"I am air."

My roommate took his crown of antlers and slowly lowered it onto his head.

"And what am I?"

I looked at him, resplendent in his full glory, his muscles bulging, his
tattoos shining, his every facet perfect and radiant and gleaming even in
the darkness of his room.

"You are fire."

Buck came forward. I felt heat rising in my chest. He wrapped me in his
arms. My wang was stiff as a flagpole. He brought his head forward. His
dong was dripping ball sauce all over mine. He kissed me, and our
boundaries melted away.

We made out for an eternity, our bodies pressed together with urgent
need. Buck's skin felt electric as he rested his hands in the small of my
back, rubbed up towards my shoulders, and then grabbed my ass in a forceful
grip while sticking his tongue down my throat. My cock slipped in and out
of its foreskin, which was lubricated with an ungodly amount of pre-cum,
both mine and my roommate's, the man-flow emanating from our loins and
making its way down our hair-covered legs. Galaxies and nebulas spun behind
my eyelids as Buck continued to kiss me, letting me know that the two of us
were headed to a cosmic place.

He pulled back, reached down, and jacked my hard dong for a moment, sending
waves of unimaginable pleasure undulating through my frame. Taking some of
our combined nut juice, he pressed a finger to my forehead, anointing me
with our mutual sex slick.

"You are present with me in this sacred space," Buck said. "Let us enjoy
our rites." He began to recite a litany:

The wilderness is his shrine The elements are at his call By day he is the
sun At night he rides upon the winds For all things wild and liberated are
in his keeping All things of beauty and freedom delight him He is the
Ancient One His faces outnumber the stars He is the Horned One of
uncountable names He is Cernunnos Lord and Sire of the Universe

I listened as my roommate and lover offered this prayer. My mind was taken
to a place beyond time. There was nothing in existence besides Buck, his
gargantuan cock and balls, and the desperate demand inside my body to
receive his enormous bequest. We made our way over to the bed, where Buck
threw my torso down over the mattress and started eating my ass. It was
amazing. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his tongue found its way
into my rear, reaching places I'd never known existed and causing ripples
of bliss to radiate through my physique. My hairy cheeks clapped around his
bearded face and my hand reached back of its own accord to shove his nose
ever deeper. Buck was my everything, the instrument of my pleasure and the
means of its fulfillment. I felt entirely enraptured by his unparalleled
analingus as the glossolalia of a frenzied worshiper escaped from my lips.

After spitting on my hole and smacking my butt, that incredible sex maestro
spun me around and pushed my head towards his crotch. His monumental member
sailed straight into my throat and he instantly began railing my face with
his prodigious pipe. His titanic nuts whapped me repeatedly across the chin
and every so often he would pull his immense schlong from my mouth and
wallop me across the cheeks with it. Being battered by that baton was among
the greatest revelries in my life, surpassed only by the moments when he
would cram his cock into my craw and face-fuck me with hedonic
abandon. Several times, he moved my head down even lower and impelled me to
toss his salad, rubbing his delectable hole all over my tongue. While
savoring the superb flavor of his ass, I thought about how lucky I was to
have a lover like Buck.

He pulled me up and made out with me again, pinching my nipples as he
rubbed our wet bodies together. Buck's magnificent mushroom pressed into my
abs, his shaft so thick it could have housed a dozen Smurfs. He covered my
nose with his armpit, allowing me to inhale its inebriating scent as I
buried my nostrils in the dense hair found there. Pushing me back onto the
bed, he mounted my face and began to pound my throat again with his
powerful thrusts. Wang tang poured over my tonsils and tongue, tasting of
black cherries and poppy latex and pure mountain streams that ran over
mossy rocks. He grabbed a fistful of my hair as he rode me, bucking like a
cowboy holding on for dear life atop a raging bull. He spit in my face and
then reached back to finger my hole, which was open and ready to take him
to the root. My dick strained with delight as he wrapped his fingers around
it and tugged at my dong end in a steady rhythm.

Buck paused and pulled back. He slithered his sweaty body down against mine
and embraced me in a tight hug. Slowly, he traced his fingers over my
keyed-up hide, forming the most sensual and arousing figures. While
planting soft kisses on my lips, he murmured sweet sentences and then
looked into my eyes.

"I love you, Walsh," he said.

My heart's wings fluttered. "I love you too, Buck."

My fiendish roommate grinned as he repositioned himself on top of me. With
one hand, he jacked our sodden cocks together. Using his knee, he pried
apart my legs. The gargantuan end of his colossal dong was pressed against
my aching hole. The ring of my sphincter burned with ardent desire. As my
ass spasmed, I felt the flaring tip of Buck's schlong slip ever so slightly
inside me. My puck was stretched to unimaginable dimensions. Breathing
heavily, I thought about how this was the biggest cock I'd ever taken.

Buck didn't even have to shift his hips forward. All on its own, my raging
rear opened itself up to his magnificent dong. Inch after inch of his
stupendous fuck stick slid into my back end. My ass was enraptured, taking
his immense offering with ease. As he plumbed my fundament, I felt like
this tremendous experience might never end. I wanted Buck to sink into me
forever, to plug me with his massive prong and then empty his heavy balls
inside me again and again and again. All at once, I felt his nutsack
rubbing against my crack. My roommate had buried himself to the hilt inside
my hole. Dripping with sweat, he brought his antler-crowned head forward
and kissed me again.

"You're amazing," he said, leaning back.

He began to pound me in a steady rhythm, a perfect rutting motion that
drove his orgasmic organ in and out of my ass. Moments later, he had
mounted me, pressing my legs down over my head as he started fucking me in
earnest. His muscles gleamed as he worked up to a faster pace, banging the
hell out of me with his expert thrusts. Ball spit leaked from my dick tip,
sending splashes of pre-semen over my abs and chest and coating Buck in a
fine sheen of I-can't-believe-it's-not-nut. Our combined smells were
overwhelming, earthen and vegetal at the same time, and I reached up to
lick the salty triangle of my roommate's armpit as he screwed me ever more
forcefully.

By this point, Buck was half-animal, sending waves of insane pleasure
radiating from my butt to the rest of my frame with each sensational slam
of his tremendous beast. I was lost, gone from this plane of existence and
sent to a realm above the stars, whimpering while watching his horns as he
bred me. My mind could barely think but my body knew that all it wanted was
the exquisite experience of Buck's weighty sac whapping against my ass as
his thick pipe repeatedly sunk its way into my ardent antechamber. My hole
was so slick, completely soaked as he allowed his long dong to slip nearly
all the way out and then thrust it forward again with enough power to light
up the universe. Buck was a god, and I was going to be his forever.

He grunted as he fucked me, occasionally pressing his fingers into my mouth
or slapping my face. We both spit on each other as Buck worked himself into
a frenzy, groaning and moaning as his dank armpits dripped sweat all over
me. I was pretty sure I had cum by this point given the excessive quantity
of boggy bodily fluid covering our stunning physiques but my rational mind
was nowhere to be found, completely unable to keep track of events as I
surrendered myself to my roommate's lustful thrusts. His massive hog was
moving so fast in and out of my asshole that it felt like one single
multi-dimensional sensation unbounded in time or space. If I had been able
to see us from the outside, I would have sworn we were glowing.

Covering my mouth with his palm, Buck bucked his hips against mine. My eyes
were dripping tears of ecstasy as my cock began to fire in earnest. With my
prostate stimulated beyond measure, I achieved a celestial orgasm. Globs of
dong sauce shot from my piss slit, hot white sheets of skeet that sunk into
every crevice of my hide. Buck flipped me around and started pounding me
doggy style as I continued to cum, my heavenly erection spouting geysers of
ball gunk that repeatedly covered my face. The emanations were so profuse
that I was sure they couldn't keep going, yet there was another spurt and
then another, a boundless discharge that spewed forth as long as Buck kept
pounding.

I could feel my ass muscles clenching and knew that was going to send him
over the edge as well. While he managed to maintain himself for an
impressive span, his own breath was coming out in heavy pants. After one
final thrust, where he pressed his ridonkulous mastodong farther inside me
than ever before, I heard Buck howl and felt the first hot dollop of cream
flood my tunnel. He pulled at my hair as he emptied his huge balls inside
me, ever-loving spoonfuls of sticky semen coating my inner reaches. As the
splooge came flooding out my hole, Buck pulled out his monstrous bazooka,
which proceeded to continue cumming as he brought it up to my face. He
shoved the firing end straight into my mouth and proceeded to nut down my
throat, allowing savory dick sauce to run over my tongue. I was in nirvana
by this point, my dick still eliciting a few final squirts of ball butter
as Buck's salacious seasoning dripped from both ends of my body. Finally,
we were both spent. We crashed down on the bed in each other's arms.

Buck stroked my cum-drenched hair as I nuzzled against his hairy wet
chest. We both reaffirmed our vows of love and desire to one another as we
began to drift off to sleep. Held in his amazing embrace, I knew that Buck
was going to show me ever greater vistas of pleasure. And I now felt ready
for anything that was to come.

* * * *

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