Petting Zoo – Doggy Style
The trip out had been pleasant. It was early autumn, so the trees and fields were still relatively lush with verdancy, but with the slight chill that had been welcome after the often unbearably hot mugginess of summer. It also came with the usual extra splash of colour that, coupled with the more frequent rain, really made things dazzle amongst what was occasionally a monotony of green: the trees and ground were speckled with yellows, oranges and particularly vibrant reds. The otherwise densely-packed brick buildings had long disappeared, aside from the occasional ones that dotted the landscape, and none which had been visible from the road for some time.

Looking out the window had at least given Owen something to do, other than try to hide his boner from the driver. Nobody had touched his cock sexually in a couple of weeks, and now even the slightest shifting of fabric against the tender head of his cock was enough to keep him hard. The driver had probably seen worse, but Owen had still felt awkward for the whole trip.

It didn't help the driver was quite attractive. Despite being in his very late forties or early fifties, he was still in very good shape from what Owen had seen: thick, muscular arms that looked like they wanted to burst out of the suntanned skin, and a square, handsome face lined with short, steel-grey hair, the same type that spilled out of the top of his tight white shirt. Owen had tried to avoid glancing over the slightly-scarred exposed knee and the stretched black fabric of his shorts: just the smell of the guy – earthy and masculine – had been enough to let his mind go to work.

Owen had chatted briefly with Paul, as the driver had introduced himself. He'd been slightly surprised that the owner had been the one to come and collect him, but after he'd expressed his surprise, Paul had just laughed and said, “Can't really get anyone else to come and get you, can I?”

No, Owen had quickly agreed. Not when you were going to the Yorkshire Gay Petting Zoo. Paul couldn't exactly give the address out, and have people come around with too many questions, and as for the zoo's other workers… “Or exhibits,” Owen had mused, his jeans feeling unbearably tight.

The car pulled off the road, following a narrow, overgrown driveway. For all intents and purposes, the surrounding area looked like a woodland area, to keep curious eyes of passers-by and ramblers from seeing too much. Owen wondered how he kept the more adventurous members of the public away. They passed through a gate, warning off trespassers. Another minute later, and the trees abruptly stopped at a tall fence and a much more imposing gate, which rattled a moment after Paul pressed a remote in his car.

Through the gate, though, everything was pleasant and green again, if someone less tree-filled. Owen's heart started to race, looking around, eager to see what he had paid possibly way too much to see. But he wasn't disappointed: two of the zoo's “exhibits” were chatting idly while pounding in a fence post. The bull-man's thick physique rippling under his black-haired skin, his massive pink sack swinging back and forth as he repeatedly stomped the loose dirt back into the hole as he held the post upright, while the roan body of the even larger, absurdly-hung horse-man, sensibly wearing what were probably the largest pair of leather pants Owen had ever seen, shook as he thrust the post hole borer deeper into the ground.

“Holy shit, they're real!” Owen said, breaking the relative silence in the car; he had talked only briefly to Paul, feeling slightly awkward about the situation. That is, until he was able to see in the flesh what he'd seen in pictures online. He'd half-expected some very elaborate suits, but no: the blinking of the eyes, the muscles flexing under exertion and breath, the way the mouths moved; all of that had been too convincing, too natural to have been faked. He heard Paul chuckling quietly in the front seat, apparently used to having this type of reaction.

A short, white-haired goat with a triangular humanoid torso stood up to glance as the car rolled past, one hand tightly gripping a small axe while the other wedged a large pumpkin between it and his compact lower torso. His gaze was followed by a large, plump naked man – that startled Owen when he realised it was actually a human boar – who was pushing a pumpkin-laden wheelbarrow. Owen could almost hear it creaking under the weight of the vegetables.

Owen's erection strained, and he groaned as he felt a small dollop of pre-cum ooze into his boxers. The “petting zoo” was exactly what had been promised, at least all he could verify while still being in the car. It had been impossible to believe, but here they were in the flesh.

“The lads have chores to do,” Paul explained, “but just wander around and say hi. They're pretty friendly boys.”

“No doubt,” Owen thought. “Not with what they provide for guests.” All of the guys he'd seen had been either naked or wearing the minimum amount of clothing for safety reasons: Paul's “lads” weren't shy about showing off their half-human, half-animal bodies.

The car slowed, the slightly-damp dirt squelching underneath the tires. A dog-man, about Owen's height and with the markings of a border collie, waved a slightly paw-like hand at the approaching vehicle and grabbed at the door beside Owen. “Hey, Owen is it?” he asked excitedly, “Welcome to the farm!”

“Thanks, hi,” Owen replied, trying to grab his backpack while being pulled out of the car by the young-sounding dog-man.

“Calm down, Vince,” Paul warned. “You'll pull his arm off!”

“Sorry,” apologized Vince, his ears and tail drooping slightly under the admonition. That didn't stop him pressing his lithe furry body against Owen's, who tried to suppress a moan as he felt one of Vince's paws start groping him.

“You'll have to excuse Vince,” Paul explained. “We've not had a guest since he joined us. Not that the other guys aren't keen to meet you, but everyone's excited by their first time.” Turning to Vince, he added, “Now Vince, remember he's the guest, so he gets to decide what he wants to do, and with whom.” Owen felt Vince's shaft resting thick and hot against his clothed leg as Paul added, “And don't tire him out too much. You'll get plenty of time to play with him, if he wants to of course.”

Vince pulled away reluctantly, gravitating towards Paul, who patted him on the head; the guy was quite tall himself, now that Owen could see him standing. Before he could do anything, Paul began to strip off his shirt, exposing his grey-haired, muscular-but-untoned chest. “Feel free to strip off whenever you feel comfortable,” he told Owen, placing his clothing into the dog's outstretched paws, “though I'd keep your shoes on at least.”

Owen had chosen to wear sneakers: probably not the best footwear to wear while out on the farm, but he didn't want to risk bringing footwear he hadn't broken in yet, so it had been down to that or the dress shoes he wore to the office. “Okay, I'll keep that in mind.”

He glanced down, as Paul's cock spilled out of the shorts he was removing, half-hard as the young dog-man's paws moved towards it. “There's condoms and lube stored here and there around the place,” Paul went on, “and the boys know where to get your hands on that. If you're into things that are a bit more exotic, they'll know where to go for that too, so just ask.” Breaking off from his introductory spiel, he asked, “Are you okay with Vince showing you around?”

In answer, Owen nodded, “Yeah, that's fine.” This seemed to give Vince a signal, and he immediately shifted back to rubbing up against Owen and the slight bulge in the front of his pants.

“Great! Other than that, have fun with the boys,” Paul concluded, grinning, “and if you should want me for anything, I'll be around.” By now he was naked, showing his tan covered all of his body relatively evenly.

“Thanks,” Owen replied, his eyes lingering on Paul's junk. Taking his clothes out of the dog's paws, Paul headed inside the brick house whistling. Vince, meanwhile, had taken matters into his own paws; Owen heard his zip being lowered, and felt his shaft being guided out of his pants. He had questions, of course, but they could wait: his cock felt ready to explode, and his body really wanted that explosion to happen into something warm and wet and alive.

Vince asked, “Do you want me to show you around?” Looking down, Owen noticed Vince's canine cock sliding out of his sheath, the smooth pink flesh contrasting starkly against his furry, black-and-white body. His eyes slid up, noting the strange combination of human and canine anatomy Vince had: like the dark, small canine nipples, but only where the human ones would be expected; or the slender arms – currently busy unbuttoning the front of Owen's boxers – which were thicker than a dog's front legs, but thinner than one would expect to see on a human. The whole thing was so wild: the images he'd seen not doing justice to how it felt, and smelt, to have the aroused dog-man so close.

Owen found himself saying, “Maybe later.” What he thought was, “I want you to show me what's under your tail.” As though he wasn't sure whether the intention had gotten through – which seemed unlikely – he dropped his backpack on the dirt driveway and grabbed Vince's slender ass. “What the fuck's wrong with me?” Owen wondered, unsure of where this brazenness had come from all of a sudden. Normally he was shy, but then standing on a farm of animal-men wasn't really normal; that and he was jonesing to get his rocks off.

Vince pressed his body up against him, their dicks smashing into one another. He smelled of dog, Owen noted, but there was a hint of soap; his mind hoped that Vince had cleaned out down there as well. Kissing a muzzle was strange, but Owen felt like that was something that he needed to do: jam his round pink lips against Vince's narrow black ones. They felt the sharp canine fangs as the mouths open, and Vince's lengthy, flat tongue invading his tongue.

With his boxers open, Owen's cock and black pubic hair had spilled out into the warm air. His hand's left Vince's body, sliding down the centre of his chest to undo the row of buttons that ran down his shirt. They moved reasonably swiftly; Owen got slightly annoyed when he fumbled with them a bit, but eventually his slightly-pudgy upper body was stripped bare.

Vince's hands were busy too, unbuckling the belt and fully opening the jeans Owen had been wearing. They fell around his ankles with a swift tug, quickly followed by his boxers in a move that set his cock bobbing up and down like a recently-started metronome. It felt odd, with Vince's claws gliding against the flesh of his ass; but Owen guessed the dog-man was accustomed to them as he hadn't noticed the pain of a sharp claw digging in too deeply.

Moving backwards slightly, Owen let his shirt slip down onto the ground to join the rest that had pooled around his ankles. His body was burning as his cock bobbled up and down, the tip smeared with pre-cum and bits of fluff from his boxers. Vince moved his muzzle in, his nose pressing against Owen's hot torso, his long canine tongue lapping a moan out of him.

Perhaps it was the setting: a place full of gay guys with animal traits who were ready to fuck at a moment's notice. Perhaps it was that Owen, pent up after two weeks of abstinence, was finally able to indulge his kink in real life. But whatever it was, Owen got to be a little more vocal than he'd normally be. “That's fucking good,” he moaned, stroking the back of the dog-guy's head, “but move your head a bit lower.”

Vince dutifully assented, his muzzle sliding down from right underneath the slight bulges of Owen's pectorals towards his belly button. His leaky cock brushed up against Vince's furry belly, leaving a streak of pre-cum dangling along the creamy-white fur of his chest. Owen felt his hips being pulled forward slightly, as Vince gripped on to body for support as he lowered down onto his knees, the tip of his shaft smacking into the underside of Vince's muzzle.

“Yeah, that's right,” Owen panted, his hips thrusting forward slightly as Vince opened his mouth, the sharp canine teeth separating enough for Owen to squeeze his cock through. The fangs pulled his skin down, depositing a dollop of fresh pre-cum onto Vince's tongue as it flickered out. Owen felt a blast of warm breath flutter through his pubic hair as the cold, dark nose pressed up against his body. His swinging sack smacked into Vince's chest. Owen tried, for a brief moment, to wonder whether Vince was enjoying it; but he was horny and the desperate need to get off soon quickly overwhelmed him again. Besides, from brief glances down at his wagging tail, Vince enjoyed sucking dicks.

“You're really good at this,” Owen observed approvingly. He'd been given a blowjob before – by a human mouth – and it was different in a canine muzzle; but Vince knew how to use his tongue really well. Since his mouth was relatively full, Vince answered by shaking his tail a bit more and squeezing Owen's butt cheeks playfully.

Inside Vince's muzzle, Owen's cock was straining; he could feel the sexual fluids making up his ejaculate start to pool inside him, ready for release. But something was nagging at him; before he really could consider everything that this meant, Owen asked, “Would you mind turning around for me?”

Vince was incredibly obedient, releasing Owen's near-ejaculation cock with just moments to spare. His paws left Owen's ass as he turned over, raising his tail-tipped rear up into the air and showing off the pink, puckered butt hole. Vince sunk his claws into the dirt, bracing as Owen grabbed the saliva-soaked cock and lined the tip with the opening. Vince's long tail rested along his chest, tickling his torso.

“You'll need to help me stretch out a bit first,” Vince mentioned as Owen tried to push against his hole. Owen blushed; he'd never fucked a guy in the ass before, so was glad Vince had saved him from making a mistake. “Use your fingers,” Vince added.

“Sorry,” Owen mumbled before gently poking a finger inside. With some surprise, Owen's finger slid right in; flushing slightly with embarrassment, he realised Vince had probably “prepared” himself for such an eventuality beforehand. Owen realised he'd dodged a bullet: there were some things about anal sex that he'd not really wanted to experience first hand.

Vince's ass was pretty easy to work with, soon his finger was sliding deeper. At some point, Vince yelped out; Owen started to apologise, but Vince cut him off, “Oh, no, I like it when you push it there.”

“Oh, okay,” Owen said. Giving the dog-man some pleasure of his own made him feel less awkward, and while he gently stroked himself to keep hard he worried Vince's prostate while trying to slide another fingertip inside. Soon Owen had both fingers in Vince's ass. Gently stretching the ring of flesh as Vince relaxed his sphincter, Owen used his other hand to guide his cock in, sliding the fingers out slowly.

“Mmm,” he moaned; Vince's ass was a lot tighter and warmer than his mouth was, and having the tip of his cock in there felt good. Owen grunted, forcing his cock in deeper, fighting against the tightness; his now free hands grabbed on to Vince's hairy hips. At his fingertips, he noticed just how hot Vince's furry groin was; he felt bad for not having given it more attention. He'd always wondered idly what it'd be like to have a dog cock, and now was his chance to experience the next best thing. When he'd gotten another couple of inches embedded in Vince's ass, and was close to being ball's deep, Owen slid one hand down, groping around the edges of the furry sheath.

Rocking back and forwards, Owen grasped on to the fleshy part of Vince's cock. Vince dutifully thrust into his hand as the thrusting of Owen's hips moved both their bodies. Owen slowly shifted his centre of mass, trying not to place too much weight on Vince's back all at once as he got on to his own knees. Kicking out of the clothes still draped around his feet, Owen slipped his arm under Vince's armpit.

Down on the dirt, Owen fucked Vince like the dog that he was in part. He felt his own ass jiggling, the flesh of their bodies slapping together with wet noises. Vince was grunting and making muffled whining noises through his gritted teeth; Owen hoped he was getting some enjoyment out of it, because he was in heaven. His cock was ready to explode, buried deep in Vince's body, his hand around the slick canine shaft jutting out of Vince's furry shaft, jerking him off. Owen panted heavily, his heart pounding in his chest as his heart worked hard to keep the blood pumping to his manhood.

Inarticulate grunts came out of Owen's mouth; his ejaculate sped through his ducts where they had gathered, and he felt his cock shudder deep inside Vince's body. He kept thrusting, his juices firing into Vince's intestines, the first tremors of orgasm starting to ripple through his body. Swearing in pleasure, he heard the extra wet sounds his final, uncontrolled, thrusts made. The cock of his head shuddered, the tip throbbing thickly as creamy cum coursed out of it.

Vince didn't seem to be finished with him though; after the first few shots of jism had squirted deep into his guts, he asked, in-between pants, “Do you want me to show you this trick I know? It'll make you feel really good.”

Owen, now up for anything, nodded and blurted out a “Yeah,” in between the heavy gasps of air.

Underneath, he felt Vince's body beginning to shift, and he rolled alongside him until the dog was on top of him, most of the weight concentrated around his ass. With acrobatic grace, Vince swivelled around on Owen's cock while he tightened his sphincter, turning around to look Owen right in his flushed, panting face. Somehow, this managed to suck out the rest of his ejaculate, causing Owen to gasp and claw at the dirt.

“That was really nice,” he answered, feeling his cock start to lose a bit of its rigidity.

“Glad you had a good introduction to the place,” Vince grinned happily. Owen felt the squirming tail muscles try to wag as Vince slowly moved his body up, letting Owen's now-limp cock splatter out. Sexual juices dripped out on to his crotch, and Owen relaxed. As he pulled Vince down to lay on top of him, and he felt the canine cock rubbing up against his belly, Owen decided that the trip had been worth the expense.