"Okay, you know how this goes. Give me the cash up front, hun." Seth put out a hand, shifting his weight on the unfamiliar carpet.

"Hun?" the rat snorted, reaching into his pocket and producing a hundred-dollar bill. He folded it, slipping it directly into the front pocket of the young dog's shorts. "Don't call me "hun", kid, I'm not your damn boyfriend."


No, you're not, Seth thought. My boyfriend's still at the party downstairs, wondering where I went. "Okay, so how're we doing this?" He grinned up at the burly rat, the big rodent almost twice his age, and felt that familiar queasy excitement in the pit of his stomach. A clawed hand grabbed at the boy's wrist, pulling him close.

He'd done his best at the party, of course. Left alone while his boyfriend went for a drink, he had been approached by the rat:
"Hey, cute puppy. Had my eye on your ass all evening."
"Yeah, thanks, but I'm seeing someone right now, so-"
"Oh sure, like that'd stop you. I've heard about you, kid; you've got a hell of a reputation."
"Look, I'm...I'm not in that game anymore, okay? I'm committed, so why don't you, like, fuck off?"
"A'course you are. Which is why you've been starin' at my junk since I walked over. What about this view?"
"Hey, fuck you, that's not gonna work on me!"
"Looks pretty thick in these jeans, right? I'd say a closer look at this ass of mine would be worth what, a hundred dollars?"
"You're an asshole, you know that? ...Two hundred."
"A hundred and my Doberman buddy by the stereo joins in."
"...Make it quick."
"That's more like it. Follow me upstairs."

Now Seth was breathing in the sweat that radiated off the rat's bare chest, the sound of footsteps and the lock on the bedroom door signalling the Doberman's arrival. The two men's hands were big and rough, grabbing over the short husky's body, tugging at his clothes and squeezing his butt. In seconds he was naked, thrown like a ragdoll onto the bed.

"Picked one hell of a pup here, buddy." The Doberman's voice was deep and gruff, his cigar smoke adding to the air's humidity. Seth bit his lip, sitting up on the edge of the bed as he helped his two "clients" with their belts. Damp, overstuffed boxers gave way to the burgeoning bulk of their cocks, each fatter than the boy's forearm even as they hung half-flaccid beneath thick pubes. Suddenly there was a firm hand gripping Seth's hair, and his face was mashed into the rat's heavy forest of crotch fuzz, the rank and scuzzy aroma flooding his lungs. He coughed a little as he inhaled deeply, kissing the hilt of the burly rodent's uncut meat as its warmth wafted over his face.

"What'd I tell ya, dude? Kid's a fuckin' skank. Five minutes and a hundred bucks was all it took to get him up here." The rat grunted, chuckling and forcing Seth's head south, the boy's snout smearing over the topside of that heavy cock. It had fattened up so much already that it must have been as big around as his calf, the foreskin greasy with precum and smearing over Seth's muzzle. The pungent musk made the boy let out a little sigh, pheromones fogging up the parts of his mind that were still hesitant. He wasn't just cheating, he was doing it for money, and the thought only enhanced the dirty adrenaline-rush as his tongue dug into that foreskin, lapping up the potent flavours. His small hands made the rat's shaft look even bigger, not that it needed help: Seth's jaws strained uncomfortably as he managed to cram that bulky glans into his mouth.

There was a rude squash against the pup's cheek, and he grunted as he glanced over to see the Doberman's own schlong, thick veins pulsing along its side. "C'mon, you little whore. Let me feel those lips." The rat chuckled, bucking a couple of times (bumping his cockhead against the back of Seth's throat) before pulling out, guiding the younger canine's still-open mouth onto his friend's shaft. The Doberman was similarly uncut, but he tasted distinct: a deeper, smokier flavour. "That's it...y'like the taste of daddy's cock, kid?" Seth could only nod, his voice muffled; there was another tug at his hair, and he was forced to take the second shaft deeper into his throat, grunting and swallowing hard. He winced as he felt that meat cram down his gullet, doing his best not to gag.

Meanwhile, the rat had disrobed completely, clambering onto the bed behind Seth. He grabbed the husky's tail firmly, tugging it high as he raised his other hand to his mouth, hawking a loud glob of spit into his palm. Then there were thick, slimy fingers dug under the boy's tail, smearing between his small, pert cheeks. "Fuck, for a pup with your kinda reputation, this ass is nice 'n' tight."

"Not for long!" chuckled the Doberman, rolling his hips and plunging his meat deep into Seth's face. The husky gagged loudly, wincing as he felt tears in his eyes, his snout buried into the man's thick, dark pubes. The air filled with wet, meaty sounds, the wet squelch of the rat's fingers around Seth's hole mixing with the guttural gurgles and meaty slaps of the big canine's nuts against the boy's chin. "Yeah, buddy, I'm gonna have to call dibs on this one's ass. He's got me all slick already."

"What? No way, man, I'm the one who found him!"

"And I'm the one who lent you the hundred."

As his two johns bickered and his throat ached, Seth gurgled, coughed, and shoved his palms against the Doberman's hips, suddenly dragging every stiff inch of the dog's cock out of his throat and mouth. The display was loud and raunchy enough to distract the two studs, who both looked down at the tearful husky. Seth retched a little, coughing up a thick mouthful of precum-tainted slop that oozed down his chin.

"Ugh...guys, c'mon. I'm gonna, like, get to both of you." He paused to cough again, wiping fat tears out of his eyes and brushing back some tousled hair. He sat back up on the bed, glancing between the two men. "Okay...you first." He pointed at the Doberman, who gave a proud grin, flicking a few cigar ashes onto the carpet. "You," he looked round at the rat, "Sit that fat fuckin' ass on my face."

He was forced immediately onto his back, the Doberman grabbing his slender ankles and tugging him to the edge of the bed. The spit-slime between his cheeks felt dirty enough as-is, but Seth couldn't help but gasp in pleasure as that heavy dad-dick bumped up between them, uncut head squashing firmly against his pucker.

"Little slut didn't even ask about a rubber," the dog chuckled, flicking at Seth's small, stiff erection. "He's loving this, though, aren'tcha pup?"

Seth nodded, breathing out a "Fuck yeah I am". The rat bore down on him now, kneeling to straddle the small husky's shoulders. Already the boy's lungs were filling with the heavy, grimy scent, and the hairy cheeks descended towards him slowly, completely eclipsing his field of vision. He groaned, his arms pinned under the man's muscular thighs, sweat dripping off the underside of the rat's tail and landing on his upturned face. 

"Eat up, kid," the rat said, and Seth was just opening his mouth to reply when the full bulk of the older man's body mashed down against his face. His muzzle was engulfed by the deep, sweat-slick chasm of that ass, the thick hair matted and greasy as it smeared across his nose and mouth. The dank scent was only a precursor for the intense raunch of its flavours: as Seth dragged his tongue eagerly over the rodent's thick hole, he found himself shuddering from the sensory overload. The Doberman's cock throbbed insistently against his slender ass, precum adding further slickness to those cheeks. As the rat's thick rear ground against his face, Seth couldn't help himself: with a muffled bark and a full-body squirm, he orgasmed, his untouched cock spurting a moderate jet of seed up and over his own belly.

The two men laughed at the sudden climax, but didn't let up for a second: the rat further wriggled his ass against the boy's face, and his friend moved his grip down to Seth's thighs, gripping them firmly. He pressed in with his cock, and growled at the tight hole's resistance.

"Damn, pup, been a while since you got to feel a real man down here, hasn't it?" He gave a firm buck, and a little "yipe!" from under the rat's tail accompanied the loud, meaty noise of the Doberman's penetration. His foreskin pulled back by the snug fit, he forced the head inside, the girthy shaft following straight after, gaping the young husky's bowels obscenely. The spit, sweat and pre-slime squelched noisily around his shaft as he sank into Seth's hole, and the boy's ring twitched erratically, doing its best to relax and accommodate the enormity of that schlong. The dober-dad was relentless: he didn't pull back or slow down, instead sinking inexorably into his whore for the evening, the slick contours of the pup's intestine warping around the sheer mass of his thick, pulsing meat. "Wow, fuck this is good...you gotta try this, buddy!"

"Oh sure, but I could get used to this right here," the rat said, riding Seth's face luxuriously. The thick musk was steaming over the husky's face, matting down his hair. As he lapped and slobbered at the hairy crack, raw drops of sweat drizzled into his open mouth, staining his tongue. He felt the uncanny lurch and squash of his insides, distending around the beefy Doberman's meat. When Seth finally felt those hips clap against his rump, he let out a long, needy groan - as his hole tensed and quivered around that girth, he came a second time.

"Shit, this kid's got a hair trigger! No wonder he's so easy," the canine laughed, taking a deep drag off his cigar and grinding his hips against the husky.

The rat chuckled, his hole flexing wetly against Seth's tongue. "Whoa, dude, you're bulging his stomach like crazy!"

"Looks great, doesn't it? Best thing about fucking skinny little bitches like his: you get to see everything." The Doberman growled, hips wiggling side-to-side and stirring around the pup's innards, precum churning through the cock-stretched colon. He grunted, pulling back firmly, plunging back in with a rough, meaty smack as his balls impacted with Seth's rump. He started working into a heavy rhythm, powerful and deep, making sure to hilt every inch of his beefy shaft inside the boy with each thrust. 

Seth was in a state of delirium by now, his head swimming with musk and the thrill of illicit lust. He had graduated from licking over the rat's tailpipe to properly making out with it, lips and tongue smacking moistly against the fuzz-rimmed hole. His hole ached wonderfully, a thick spluttering ooze of backwashed pre leaking out with each time the Doberman pulled back; his wagging, curly tail was utterly soaked with the stuff. At one point those massive cheeks clenched around his face, setting off another whimpering shudder of a climax. A hotter, thicker splatter of juices caked Seth's stomach as the rat jetted thick preseed over the boy. His pendulous nuts bounced as he jacked off to the sight of his fellow DILF plumbing the little husky's guts.

"Ready to switch?" the rat grunted, rolling his thighs against the whore's face.

The Doberman panted, chomping hard around his cigar. He was drilling Seth's hole brutally by now, his jackhammer thrusts loud and sloppy, thick ropes of slime matting down his pubic fuzz. "Just about to blow..." he growled, picking up the pace.

Seth's eyes rolled back in his head as he felt the punishing hip-slams ramp up, heard the deep bark of the big dog's climax, felt the immense, sloppy rush of heat through his insides, flooding his bowels, his stomach, splattering out around the base of that shaft. He might have blown another load himself; he couldn't even tell, every inch of him wrapped in a blissful, filthy haze of lust. As the thrusts slowed down finally, and as he felt the rat finally shift, start to rise, a small voice in the back of Seth's head was wondering what he'd tell his boyfriend. He winced and grunted as the Doberman pulled his cock free, the husky's cheating ass leaking a heavy splutter of seed. Looking up at the two men, he could see his stomach was a little bloated. The rat dragged two fingers through the mess between Seth's cheeks as they changed positions.

Mental images rose up to join that voice, now: the look on his boyfriend's face, the disappointment in his eyes. The deep, roiling guilt that came with them made Seth's sweat-matted fur bristle, his sticky cheeks redden with shame. He had been doing so well, gone months without straying, without betraying his partner. A queasy feeling rose in him, and in his disgust he realised that part of him hoped his boyfriend would burst through the door right now; out him as a whore and a slut. Seth shifted on the bed, weakly propping himself up on his elbows. I'll go, he thought. I'll give them their money back, and I'll...

The Doberman was on the bed, now. Muscular legs bent into a deep squat, a deep and virile scent in Seth's snout. The boy looked up to see the thick, round muscle of the canine's rear, sinking heavily towards his face. The cleft was deep, body hair glistening with perspiration; his sack swung pendulously above the slender young husky's chest.

Seth raised his head without hesitation, letting the musk fill his lungs and the heat wash over his face. With each lap of his tongue he forgot his worries; each approving grunt from that fatherly Doberman silenced another of his doubts. This is good, he thought as his muzzle squashed between those toned cheeks. This is so fucking good. This is where I belong.