July Illustration Poll

The football team is up to their usual shenanigans once again. Let’s see what these gays are up to.

(Felt a bit inspired this time so- uh… the stories written here are a bit longer and more in depth than necessary… so I put a TL;DR before each story)

Tyson’s Game. (Tyson, Berry, Spencer). TL;DR The boys get drunk, and Tyson want’s to fuck Berry while Spencer watches.

Tyson is bored. There’s no practice for a couple days, his girlfriend is out of town for the week, and there’s only so much a person can work out before even that becomes either too boring, or too exhausting, whichever comes first. Lucky for him, he just so happens to be friends with Spencer and Berry; the teams clown and prankster, respectively. Spencer has the idea to go to the bar and get a couple drinks, so they do. Berry wants to play some darts and wagers $10 that he’s the better drunk-dart-thrower than the others. Berry wins.

When all three boys are sufficiently sloshed and tripping over themselves and the bar closes for the night, they stumble their way back to Tyson’s dorm to play some Madden 23 and talk about their current plights. Spencer laments about Nitrous avoiding him more and more recently. Berry seems jealous of some bat-guy named Brandyn that has been spending time with Devon, though he doesn’t go on for nearly as long as Spencer does. And Tyson complains that his girlfriend hasn’t been putting out, and when she does, it’s usually just a measly handjob.

“I think she’s cheating on me...” Tyson grumbles, as his character on screen gets tackled by the opposing A.I.

”Cheating??” Spencer spins his head to look at Tyson, but the motion must have been too quick because his head wobbles a bit and it takes a second for his eyes to find the deer.

”Isn’t she religious or somethin’?” Berry asks blankly, focused on the game. “Cathlic, right?”

”Yeah? So?” Tyson grumbles back.

”So you don’t think she’s-, like, I dunno… ‘saving’ herself for marriage or whatever?”

Tyson’s brows furrowed and shot a quick glance to the fox before looking back at the ongoing video game. “Isn’t that just a myth? Like something people say they do while they’re in church, but don’t actually do?”

Berry shrugged. “Some people take it seriously.”

Tyson was quiet for a moment, staring at the game but no longer focusing on it. It took a bit more effort to get the gears turning in head through the alcohol his mind was swimming in. “So… what? I’m blue-balled until I toss a ring at her?”

”Awwwhhh…” Berry crooned, finally looking away from the game to glance over at Tyson with a sly smirk. “Poor baby can’t get his rocks off?”

Spencer snickered while Tyson clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Yeah yeah, whatever…”

But Berry didn’t let up, instead sliding in closer to the deer until he had pressed himself right up against Tyson. Berry set the controller to side so he could place one hand on the deer’s inner thigh, tantalizingly close to his package. “Want me to take care of that for ya?” Berry said softly, sweetly, so close to Tyson’s ear that he could subdue the involuntary flick.

Spencer was laughing now at Berry’s joke, but Tyson was considering the offer. Sure, Berry was a dude, but dudes don’t count, right? It’s not like he had to tell his girlfriend… And besides, this was Berry! Rivaled in his libido only by Terry.

Making his decision, Tyson suddenly paused the game and dropped the controller to the floor before leaning back and quickly tugging his shorts and underwear down to his knees in one motion. The sudden movement startled Berry a bit, causing him to jerk his hand back and stare at the already hardening meat and two large orbs beneath it, now out for all to see.

Spencer had stopped laughing and was also staring openly at Tyson’s brazenness. “Well?” Tyson coaxed Berry, smirking his wiggling his hips a bit to make his cock lightly swing from side to side. “You gonna ‘take care of it’ or not?”

”You can’t be serious…” Spencer mumbled, but continued staring, particularly at the Prince Albert that adorned the head of Tyson’s cock.

”If you think you can handle it, that is.” Tyson continued, teasingly. “Cause once we start, I wont be stopping for nothing ’till I’m good and satisfied.”

Berry snapped out of his surprise and scoffed at the poorly veiled challenge before standing up and began to undo his own pants.

The fox was now completely bottomless too, and instead of kneeling between the deers legs, like he was expected, instead, Berry walked over to Spencer and began undoing the hyena’s pants.

They were both surprised, and Spencer, even more so, when Berry freed the yeen’s sheath and gave it a couple licks. Spencer melted immediately with a pleased sigh, humping his hips up and forcing his growing cock onto the fox’s tongue.

Tyson gave an annoyed grunt,  turning his body slightly to watch the pair while he slowly stroked himself.

Berry sucked and slurped, groping Spencer’s balls, squeezing his growing knot, and just generally making a spectacle for the deer, occasionally glancing over to make sure he was watching.

After a couple minute of this, and when Spencer couldn’t stop himself from humping into his maw, Berry stood up and wiped his muzzle, giving Tyson a little smile and wiggling his ass.

Finally, Tyson thought, expecting the same treatment, but again, Berry subverted his expectations by turning around and sitting on the hyena’s lap.

Berry was just teasing him now, and made a particular show of it when Spencer shoved his cock into the fox, and Berry exaggerated a moan.

Tyson was getting harder, though equally irritated. His cock was so hard it hurt, and was getting sick of seeing Berry’s smug grin and Spencer stupid elation as he thrusted up into the fox’s ass.

”What’s the matter, deer?” Berry pretended to gasp out around his over-the-top moaning. “Getting impatient?” He teased.

Tyson didn’t respond, instead just watching as Spencer started to lose himself. He pumped his hips up harder, popping his knot in and out of the fox’s ass at irregular intervals.

Soon, he popped his knot in for the last time and moaned out as he came hard and deep inside of Berry.

That was it, Tyson couldn’t take it anymore. Faster than even he thought himself capable in this drunken state, he had stood up, grabbed Berry by the shirt, and yanked the fox off from Spencer’s lap, a torrent of fresh cum spilling out of the fox’s hole when Spencer’s knot was forcibly removed.

Before any of them knew it, Tyson was pinning the fox under him at the other end of the sofa, his cock, bigger and slightly thicker than Spencer’s, pressed up against Berry’s hole, ready for it’s reward.

“Gonna regret making a duck outta me, bitch.” Tyson growled into the fox’s ear, though he didn’t seem bothered.

Berry opened his mouth to respond, likely with some quip or quick witted remark, but Tyson beat him to it, shoving two fingers into the fox’s open mouth, and in the same instant, buried his member balls deep into him.

The moan Berry made this time wasn’t forced.

Gavin’s Tryout. (Dylan, Gavin, Alecksei):TL;DR Dylan learns of Gavin‘s virginity and enlists Alecksei’s help.

“You serious??” Dylan practically shouted at the border collie walking next to him on their way to the next class.

“Shhh!” Gavin hissed, ears flat and eyes wide, looking around at other students that happened to be passing by.

When the nervous dog felt like no one was listening to their conversion, he breathed a light sigh of relief. “It’s not like it’s that big of a deal.” He said quietly back to his bear companion.

“Dude, how old are you again?” Dylan asked.

”Uh, 19… going to be 20 in a couple months…” Gavin said cautiously, confused at Dylan’s sudden interest in his age.

“And you still haven’t had se-“

“Dylan! We’re in public!”

”Ugh… you still haven’t ‘done it’ with anyone?” Dylan finished and rolled his eyes at the dogs bashfulness. “Just ask Terry. He’ll let anyone on two legs with a cock fuck him.”

Gavin cringed at Dylan’s language and, again, looked around to see if anyone was listening to them. No one was.

”I’m not gay! And even if I was Terry’s too…” mean, brutal, vulgar. “intense…” Gavin finished.

Dylan nodded sagely. “Yeah, got a point there… And whatchu mean you ain’t gay? I’ve seen you checking out the other guys in the locker room more than once.”

”I wasn’t doing that! I was just looking!” Gavin said back defensively. “And it’s not like looking means anything!”

The pair rounded a corner and the lecture building came into view. “Means yer curious…” Dylan said matter-of-factly. “Maybe Berry’ll be down if ya ask him nicely.”

”Not Berry!” Gavin said quickly, shaking his head. “He’d tell everyone on campus-why am I entertaining this? I’m not having sex with a guy!”

Gavin, having realized he had just said the dreaded ‘s’ word in a public, clamped his hands over his muzzle and began looking around.

“How do you know you ain’t gay if you never done it In the first place?”

”What kind of reasoning is that?” Gavin asked, looking the bear up and down.

“Look,“ Dylan said, holding up a palm. “I’ll talk to Alecksei and see if-”

”I told, I’m not-”

”Alecksei ain’t a dude!”

Gavin blinked. “He’s not?”

”Nah, he’s… uh… I forgot the word for it, but they’re basically a dude and a chick or something.” Dylan said, racking his brain to try and remember what the horse said they identified as.

”Like, intersex?”

”No, something about ‘fluid’. Anyways, I gotta run. Just come to the teams locker room after class and I’ll see if I cant get them on board.” Dylan said as he began backing away towards the direction of his classroom.

“I don’t-“

”Ya want laid or not?” He was getting further away.

”Yes, but-“

”Okay then, see you after class!” The bear waved and was gone, off to class.

Gavin sighed, his ears and tail drooping.

*

Standing in front of the locker room doors, Gavin breathed deeply. He shouldn’t be here, he should have just gone back to the dorms and forgotten about Dylan and his pushy attitude. But he didn’t, He was here.

Okay, he told himself. I’ll just go in there, say I’m not interested and leave.

Steeling himself, he opened the locker room doors and stepped in.

At first, he was surprised, and a little relieved to see that no one was in the locker room at all. Maybe Alecksei denied Dylan’s request, and the bear decided to just go back to the doors instead. Gavin chuckled to himself. He had been worried about nothing.

Then he noticed a noise coming from the showers in the next room. The continuous sound of a steady flow of water hitting the tile floor.

Going to check it out, Gavin was greeted by the sight of Dylan standing under one of the shower heads, completely naked, grunting as he rocked his hips back and forth.

On the floor between the bears legs, Gavin could make out the shape of a white stallion around the bears broad backside, on their knees while making lewd slurping noises.

Gavin gasped, drawing the bears attention.

”Gav! Bout time ya showed up.” Dylan stepped back, withdrawing his thick member from the horse’s mouth with an audible pop.

Dylan turned and started towards the collie, his still hard cock bobbing and swinging from side to side, glistening is the light from the mixture of water and saliva. Alecksei, kneeling under the stream of falling water, swept his wet mane from his eyes and over his head, watching Gavin with a bored expression.

”Was keeping em warm for ya, haha!” Dylan said, reaching Gavin and grabbing him by the elbow before tugging him away from the entrance and into the shower room proper.

”I-I don’t-…” Gavin stammered, trying to formulate his reluctance, but was cut off when his vision suddenly went dark for a moment before he could see again.

Dylan had pulled Gavin’s shirt up and over his head so quickly and smoothly that Gavin didn’t even realize what was happening right away.

He found himself standing shirtless in front of the kneeling horse, water from the shower hitting his thighs and soaking through the fabric of his jeans. He could feel his cheeks burn red hot from the embarrassment of this situation.

“Well?” Alecksei said impatiently and startling Gavin out of his daze.

”W-well… what?” He asked confused, and Dylan, standing directly behind the dog, chuckled and reached around Gavin’s waist to grab the latch of his pants.

”Means get ridda these, dork.” The bear said, and jerked his pants down to his ankles, underwear and all.

Without waiting any longer, Alecksei got to work, running their thick tongue up Gavin’s balls and sheath. The response was instant. Within a couple seconds and licks, the red flesh of Gavin’s dick stood at it’s full height, pointing eagerly right at the horse.

“I’m n-not-…”  Gavin started, but was cut off by the warmth that surrounded his cock as Alecksei took it into his mouth and sucked it down right to the already forming knot.

Gavin gasped and arched his back, grabbing the horse’s head and bucking his hips into the warm, slick mouth involuntarily.

”Feels good, don’t it?” Dylan chuckled. “Speakin‘ o’ which…”

Without warning, the bear grabbed a fistful of Gavin’s ass with one hand, and pressed his finger up against the collies tight, unused hole with the other.

Gavin jolted and spun his head around to look at the bear. He was about to ask what the bear was doing, when Dylan suddenly applied enough pressure to break through Gavin’s defenses, and sunk his finger in all the way to the knuckle.

”Never tried this either, right?” Dylan asked, a cocky smirk creeping up his muzzle as he pumped his finger into the tight hole a couple times Before taking his finger out, and immediately replaced it with his own cock, pressing the thick bulbous knob against the resisting pucker. “Won’t know if yer not into this without tryin’ it either…”

”W-wait!” Gavin had barely managed to get out before Dylan shoved his hips forward and buried half oh his member into the collie’s ass.

Gavin was caught between two sensations. The intense pleasure of Alecksei’s mouth bobbing up and down on his cock, letting in knot pop in and out of his lips with every pass, and the dull pain of Dylan pumping steadily away in his ass. It was intense, and was only get more so as that pain slowly started to ebb away into more pleasure.

Dylan must have picked up on this as he started thrusting harder and faster, making Gavin take the bear’s entire length as he grunted things like “gonna fill you up, pup” and ”Take it like a good boy.”

Gavin didn’t know how much more he could take. Dylan pounding away behind him, Alecksei gulping him down in front.

He was going to cum soon.

Terry’s Bet. (Nitrous, Devon, Terrance) TL;DR Terry and Nitrous make a bet of who can last longer in bed. Devon is forced to be there at gunpoint.

”Why am I here again…?” Devon asked, arm crossed over his chest as he watched Terry and Nitrous strip down to their bare fur.

“I already told ya,” Terry grumbled, pulling off his jockstrap and tossing it in the corner of the bedroom. “Yer the ref.”

Nitrous grunted in agreement.

Devon sighed and shook his head. “You don’t need a ref! You two are just gonna fuck while you‘re high, pass out, and then forget about the whole thing by the time you wake up.”

”Which is why you’re here!” Terry snapped, his infamous temper already flaring up. “So that none of us forget and back outta our bet!”

Another approving grunt.

”For fucks sake…” The Doberman grumbled to himself, plopping down defeated into the armchair facing the bed. “Fine, but I’ll expect something outta this too, yaknow.”

”You get front row seats to a hell of a show.” Terry chortled before turning to Nitrous, who was already completely naked and sitting on the edge of the bed, stroking his stiffening cock.

“Whoop-dee-doo…” Devon slouched down into the chair, crossed his legs, and got ready to… watch the show…

* an hour ago*

Devon doesn’t mind hanging out with his teammates, but he doesn‘t make a habit of it, with the exception of Berry, who is usually the instigator in their interactions. But hanging out with Nitrous and Terry? Nitrous is one thing, the guys usually so quiet that, if it weren’t for his massive size, you’d completely forget he was even there. But Terry is another story. He’s loud, pushy, bossy, just generally unpleasant to be around. The biggest head scratcher was that, upon arrive at Terry’s dorm, Nitrous was already there.

The two could not be on further ends of the spectrum, and yet, there they were… just… hanging out.

“Here ya are.” Deven said, handing over the bag of weed to the Dane in the doorway.

Terry replaced the bag in his open hand with a couple crumpled up twenties and nodded his thanks.

Devon turned to leave when Terry spoke up. “You wanna come in and have some?”

Devon froze and turned his head to look quizzically at the Great Dane. “You’re… offering to share…” He asked in disbelief. “You??”

Terry’s ear flicked. “Ya want to or not?” He asked impatiently, a hint of an irritated growl under his voice.

Devon thought about it for a moment. He likened it to that sort of scene in a horror movie, where the character gets offered something that should be harmless, and everything seems fine, but things are just slightly off enough to make it uneasy, right before desisted strikes and someone gets killed by the monster or bad guys.

Terry was definitely the bad guy in this scenario… well, in every scenario… But this wasn’t a horror movie, and Devon considered himself smarter than the characters in those movies.

”No thanks.” Devon said and began walking away, when he suddenly felt something grip his arm and was jerked backwards.

Ah, right, his subconscious told him. In the horror movies, even the smart characters get caught.

“What the fuck, Terry?!” Devon said angrily, wresting his arm from Terry’s grip and finding himself in the dane’s dorm room.

“Too bad. We needja for somethin’ anyways.” Terry said, kicking the door closed and pushing past the Doberman.

”For what?”

Terry didn’t answer right away, instead sitting his fat ass down on the couch next to Nitrous, who was simply watching the reruns of some decade old show and seemed oblivious to either of their presence.

”A bet.” Terry finally said while he leaned down and picked up a large bong.

Devon waited a second, watching the Dane fiddling with the glass bong and waited for an elaboration, and got impatient when none came. “What bet?” Devon asked, barely holding himself back from going for the door and leaving anyways.

“Nitrous has a 2007 Torterra level X holo card, PSA 9, and I want it. I have a 2007 Infernape Level X holo, PSA 9, and he wants it,” Terry began to explain while packing weed into the bowl. “And whoever looses has to give the other their‘s. And we need a ref.”

”You’re… betting Pokémon cards…?” Devon asked, almost in disbelief. He had always figured that he was the only closet nerd of the team, other than Spencer who was not shy about talking about all things anime into the wee-hours the day.

Terry whirled around, mistaking Devon’s confusion for judgment and shooting a dangerous look at him. “This is serious!” He growled. “That’s like $200 we’re talking about!”

Devon raised his hands. “I know I know, you just caught me off guard.”

”You know?”

Devon cleared his throat and crossed his arms, quickly changing the subject. “So what’s this bet that you need a ref, anyways?”

Terry turned back to his bong, lighting the bowl and taking a hit.

“Endurance.” Nitrous said simply. His voice was so low and baritone that Devon almost missed it.

”What, like planks? A race? A staring contest?” Devon chuckled at his own joke while Terry exhaled the vapor and passed the bong to Nitrous, who took it and began taking his own hit.

”We’re gonna fuck each other and see who lasts longest.” Terry said, turning back to look at Devon again.

”Of course you are.” Devon said, all previous humor leaving his voice and expression and stared back at the Dane blankly. “Have fun with that.”

Devon was already on his way to the door when Terry spoke again. “It’s not like you gotta do nothin’! Just sit there n watch in case we cum at the same time.”

“Not interested.” Devon reached for the door.

”I’ll give you $50.”

”You don’t have $50.” He twisted the doorknob.

”Nitrous does.”

A surprised, confused grunt.

“Seriously, I’m litterally offering to pay you to watch free porn. What more do you want?” Terry said, his temper staring to flair again.

To get back to my room and play more FF XIV… he thought to himself.

”if you leave,” Terry continued, his temper leaving his voice and dawning a new, cockier tone. “We can just go to your dorm room and change up the rules a bit. I’m thinking something along the lines of; who can make Devon cum faster? My ass, or Nitrous cock?”

Devon shuddered, and not in a pleasant way. He suddenly had visions of himself in a hospital bed, his cock and pelvis pulverized from Terry’s fat-ass, and his hips and ass obliterated from Nitrous’s arm-length third-leg.

Self-preservation dictated his actions and he sighed and let go of the door.

”Good boy,” Terry grinned smugly. ”Now, you wanna hit of this or not?”

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