Extension November 2023 Drabble #1 (Patreon)

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Cassidy/Mauga – drunk sex; watersports; voyeurism/exhibitionism – Cassidy peaces out, too drunk to stay awake for the party that follows. Mauga has no qualms with keeping up the good vibes.

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Mauga pushes Cole’s shirt up and hums low in his throat when he sees his hairy belly and the even furrier chest. Cassidy has never put a razor blade to his own skin and it shows. He’s just so fucking hairy, it is absolutely delightful.

Mauga leans down and bites at one of those rust colored little nipples that barely peek through the thicket.

He expects a nice explosive reaction from the drunk bastard but all he gets is a vague groan and hands pawing in his own thick hair.

He pulls with his teeth on Cassidy’s nipple until the tender little thing slips out from between them, then takes a look at his face. It is flushed and sweaty, Cassidy’s mouth hanging open. Lax.

Mauga has been watching him like a hawk the whole damn night; watched him chug drink after drunk. It’s actually kind of surprising that he’s still somewhat coherent in a way – though the far-off look in his eyes suggests that it won’t be for long.

Mauga grabs his chin and descends on his mouth again, greedy and eager. He pushes his tongue deep between Cassidy’s lips and feels hot from how he gurgles and nearly chokes on it.

Briefly, his body flails beneath Mauga; one last desperate attempt at throwing him off and not choking on his deep, intrusive kiss; but he falls limp again.

Mauga has his eyes open, watching how Cassidy’s eyelids flutter, his eyes trying to roll up into his skull. He is still breathing, his tongue sloppily trying to follow along with whatever Mauga is doing. He’s so easily horny, it almost makes Mauga bark out a laugh.

Behind him, the music inside briefly gets far louder as more party-goers stumble outside to the cool night air. Someone mumbles about how fucking huge Mauga is but that is it.

Slowly but surely, he tongue fucks Cassidy’s throat, his fingers occupied with opening his thick belt and then grabbing his crotch to massage the warm, lazy erection he finds there.

Until there’s an explosion of heat against his palm which he can’t really pinpoint at first. He pulls back finally, thick tongue slipping from Cassidy’s lax mouth like a nice fat cock.

Mauga leans back to let a few of the colorful lights that the building has been decorated with shine onto them just to see that Cassidy indeed is pissing himself.

Mauga bursts out laughing, patting Cassidy’s cheek with his piss-wet hand. “Enjoying yourself, buddy?” he asks with mirth in his voice. He can’t say that he is turned off by the display – quite the opposite in fact. Mauga is a man of easy pleasures: he sees a guy pissing himself because he lost all coordination over his drunk body, he likes.

Cassidy whines. He tries to throw an arm over his eyes but somehow misses even that. He is wasted.

“Fuck, don’t look-”

He clenches his thighs together as if that could stem the hot tide of urin.

“Don’t worry, buddy! Pal! I don’t mind… do I look like I mind? Huh? Nah, my friend. Everything’s fine.”

He pries Cassidy’s legs back open to have a look at the whole mess. It’s not like the drunk bastard can do anything about it. He might grunt and groan and mumble something but his words don’t really make any sense even if Mauga were to understand all of them.

After a moment, he begins to divest Cassidy off his pants. The night is cool but not cold and Mauga got an erection like a baseball bat that he is absolutely determined to get into the asshole’s body one way or another.

Cassidy even helps vaguely, lifting his ass up to let him pull down a pair of underwear that looks like it hasn’t been washed in forever.

Which makes it even funnier that just a second after, he can hear Cassidy snoring. He peers up into his face. It is slack in repose, still flushed and sweaty but his eyes closed and not opening even as Mauga snaps his fingers directly in front of his face.

He shrugs. It’s not like he minds. He’s used to have to do all the work; especially with Cassidy the lazy bastard.

He takes a moment to enjoy the sight of that thick fur that is covering his torso also crawling down to the rest of his body. Cassidy’s lucky he’s got such a big dick otherwise it would get absolutely lost in that bush.

Mauga laughs to himself thinking about that mental picture. He moves between Cassidy’s thighs and grabs him to pull him up until his ass is lying high on Mauga’s lap. With his shirt rucked up to underneath his armpits and his jeans hanging awkwardly off of one leg, he’s all but naked for any and all partygoers to see who come stumbling out of the venue.

He does not seem to mind. He’s just snoring, face lax in relaxation, cock still half-hard from when he was still alert enough to feel Mauga tongue fucking his throat.

There’s another advantage to him being in an alcohol sleep as well – there’s almost no resistance as Mauga starts to press the slicked-up crown of his dick to his hole, nudging it inside a fever hot body.

“Aah… that’s the life,” Mauga mutters on a long sigh, pulling Cassidy closer and deeper onto his dick. “You know how much I love the good things. The one that bring fun.” His huge hands slide along Cassidy’s hairy thighs, eying him slowly up and down.

Cole, predictably, does not twitch one way or the other. He is just breathing with rattling snores, out like a damn light, not knowing that he’s on the way of getting dicked nice and proper.

He can take it. Mauga knows as much. They’ve fooled around a few times during missions; whenever they found a moment to themselves, both easy going and horny and in need of a good fuck.

Mauga barks out a laugh at the mere thought of putting away his guns so he could bend Cassidy over a dumpster and grunt fuck him right then and there. Let their team mates listen in over their different channels of communication as he made the cowboy into a glorified sock puppet on his dick.

There’s nothing of the frenzy of a fight behind them now but Mauga likes that too. Easy and slow and with the occasional audience as he pulls Cole further and further onto his cock until he can see his navel starting to get pushed out by his crown from the other side.

Fuck yeah. That’s what he’s about.

Mauga doesn’t move. Not for now, at least. He feels the gentle buzz of his own drinks, getting his head nice and fuzzy as he grabs Cassidy around the hips and starts to use him. The grass is juicy and soft beneath them, enough so that he doesn’t completely scrape his back raw at least as he pulls him onto his cock and pushes him off of it again.

Cole just snores louder. His legs are splayed off to the sides without Mauga there to hold them; he’s just a large living puppet at this point. A hot hole for Mauga to fuck. A breathing cum bucket that he can leave here when he’s done, spread-eagle and flashing his used-up cunt to anybody walking past.

Hell, maybe some of the other guys want to take the party outside and use him too! Mauga is grinning toothily as he thinks about it.

His gaze is fixed on Cole’s belly and how it keeps distending awkwardly whenever Mauga pushes inside, dick clearly way too big for the cowboy’s body. That’s nothing new to Mauga. Not after he… changed his view on life and made something about it.

Made himself into a better version. He knows Cassidy would appreciate it if he weren’t so fucking blackout drunk.

At some point, he curls him almost in on himself as he gets bored of just moving Cole’s body and wants to really grunt fuck down into his belly. See if he can make his cum squirt out of the bastard’s mouth.

He doesn’t manage to do that, but at least like this he can fuck the last drops of piss out of him which land directly in his lax, drooling face.

That’s a riot in and off itself. And fucking hot as well.

He should ask Sombra to hack into the security feed once he’s back on a Talon base. He just needs to know what happened after he left him absolutely gaping, cunt so loose it was drooling cum.

Mauga just knows that that video will be absolutely gold.