[GAY] Kivu's Den sketch pt1 (Patreon)

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The local gym was always busy around this time of day. The wolf dog was doing his regimen, as usual, getting a few stares and whistles thrown his way, even the occasional daring grope. It wasn't uncommon for such... Brazen advances to be made in the gym, everyone there had probably seen each other naked at least once, and it was no secret that the patrons would often share more than just workout routines with each other after their day. It was the sole reason the wolf dog kept coming to the place after all. While the floor kept it relatively cool and clean, the locker room was a wild cesspool of hormones as patrons found themselves entangling with one another in post (or even pre) workout relief. And among the most popular candidates was none other than the muscular shepherd, a legend of sorts in bed. He'd had a chance at everyone at this point, never turning down the opportunity to get under a fan's willing tail and giving them ever the more reason to admire him. His dedication to maintaining his physique could be felt as his solid, muscular frame slammed into them, pressing them against himself and whatever surface he deemed good enough to take them at. And he wasn't just big in size and stature, but in his own equipment, which made him doubly popular. But Daryl attracted all sorts of fans, not just the kind that wanted him under their tails.

Some patrons bravely stepped forward and asked to take a chance between his own muscular glutes. And flattering as it was, the wolf dog always declined, saying "I'm not a bottom, boys, but if you're looking for some tail, my brother is always up for a good fucking". And most guys left it at that. Some may have grumbled, some may have shrugged and turned around to have a different go at the stud, but Daryl never let anyone near his untouched rear. It just wasn't his thing. 

At the same time, he wasn't the only popular stud there. The wolf dog had a sort of friendly rivalry with another male there, a big and tall Clydesdale, and true to his stallion nature, the horse was big. Often, they'd find each other fucking sluts in the locker room, and occasionally even made a contest over who could get their partner off faster. But the two were nigh evenly matched, which only made them all the more popular among the crowd at the gym. Some folks had begun to fantasize about their favorite duo of studs pairing up finally, and just how hot it'd be, but no one could concisely say who'd take point. Both had this air of dominance between them, it seemed trivial to assume either stud would take control over the other... Or so they thought.

It was on that fateful day that Daryl finally found himself alone in the showers with the stallion. Occasional glances were thrown at each other, until it became full-on stares, then outright ogling while the other flaunted. They shared a smirk, it was time they finally fucked. The stallion stepped up close, Daryl meeting the horse as the two immediately locked lips. Their sweat drenched furs pressed against each other, grinding and feeling each other as their tongues wrestled in the other's maws. Their hands roamed, feeling the other stud's body, their impressive frame finally meeting a match to their own, before the stallion's snaked between their bodies. He grabbed their stiff pricks, slowly pumping the two cocks together as they rubbed and grunted, parting lips at last as they began to pant under the heating showers. "About damn time we fucked" the deep baritone voice of the Clydesdale spoke, puffing his breath down onto his canine companion. Daryl groaned, thrusting into the paw that held his cock, throbbing as his member rubbed against the stallion's pillar. "Damn you're hot..." He muttered, his paws freely roaming the horse's backside, groping and appreciating the firm muscle there. "Fuck yeah", the horse bucked with him, their cocks pressed together, leaking onto each other, smearing their scents on one another.

Their lips locked once more, passionately sharing the shower as they frotted, exploring every inch of their rival's body as they instinctively humped against the other...