Author: BuseeSr

His heat had started.

“Hex, Hex do you need anything, you’re burning up!” I frantically shouted out.

I didn’t get a response.

Hex’s face was a shade close to red wine– his cheeks blushing to the point of purple. His tongue was out. Panting.

My dick stiffened. “Fuck, I can’t think about that,” I thought to myself.

It was without a word spoken that Hex pulled down his pants and presented his hole to me.

He stared deeply into my eyes and it was clear what he said with them.

*Fuck me. Fuck me, please.*

His tail lay limp on the ground. When followed, it went to a glistening wet hole. His heat cycle lubricated his hole for breeding– and he was begging for help.

I suddenly remembered that catboys like Hex needed cum to relieve their heat. It was from then on that I knew I had to put my seed in his ass.

The creme collar was still on his neck, and it made fucking him even more exciting. It suited his brown coat well.

I moved him onto his stomach and pulled his ass up. Read more »

It took a while for me to find someone to be my first customer, but I have kind of picky standards. I’m not really into older guys, so I was trying to find someone young like me to be my first. The reverse lemonade stand is slang I made up for my profile username. It’s called that because I get paid to drink lemonade, or in other words, piss. It’s the reverse because I’m the one making the money here.

It took a while to find my first customer because of how hard it was to find a younger person willing to pay me. There were plenty of older guys offering $100 and more to have them drink their piss– but I’d rather not. Thankfully, a fellow student had birthday money, and he was willing to pay me $100 to drink his piss down. Of course, I’d accept. Just based on the photos he was a cute guy.

We agreed to meet the next day after class, in a lecture hall bathroom after hours. There was bound to be no one there. You don’t have to worry about the mess you make when it’s not your place to clean. Read more »

“Finn, this shit drained me. I’m telling you.” Don said. “This gaping fleshy hole in a tree sucked my shit dry!”

“Fuck off Don, we all know you’re talking out of your ass like usual” I replied.

“Fine. If you don’t believe me, believe this.” Don then moved his hands to his zipper and pulled out his dick.

Holy fuck. I didn’t want to admit it, but I’ve seen Don’s dick before. It wasn’t like this.

“Fucker grew 2 inches from one orgasm in that hole… bet you wanna try it with me now.” Don said with a smirk.

Fuck yes I did.

It didn’t take long for him to take me along to the city walls. We’d just got done selling off the last of our haul at the local village. It became clear he wasn’t lying– and it was just from the smell.

The stone city wall was hidden behind a wall of trees, and they smelled. It was clear that Don truly was just drained before he met back with me. The smell of his cum filled the air. If Don was lying about this spot for one minute, I was using his throat instead. Read more »