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The new farm hand shuffled his boots, picking hay from his shirt. Okuyasu had hardly touched anything yet, but it was attracted to him like he was a giant ball of static. His boss reappeared from the equipment room. Jotaro was a tall, strongly built man with a stern face shadowed by the brim of his hat. He handed Okuyasu a pail and a pair of gloves.
“Josuke prefers to be milked the old fashioned way,” he said, as a sort of explanation. “He’s also fairly experienced in overseeing our newer hands, so he’ll guide you with the voluntary milking systems.”
“I didn’t know they could choose,” replied Okuyasu.
“Well, Josuke is a special case. Since he’s our top quality earner, he calls the shots.” Jotaro patted Okuyasu’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, he’ll take good care of you.”
“All right,” grunted Okuyasu. Whatever that was supposed to mean. It was his first time working as a paid employee on a farm, despite growing up on one. They’d kept chickens, not cows, and had grown their own food. He’d been the one taking care of the chicks and hens, not the other way around, so it wasn’t really something he could wrap his mind around. At least the scent of fresh hay was nostalgic.
He made his way over to the stall marked 99, setting down the large tin pail to unlock the deadbolt. A very large cow, the largest he’d seen so far, laid in the corner. He was half human-aspect, sporting a gleaming coat beginning at his lower back, which ended in black-socked hind legs. Everything about his appearance was meticulously clean. The stall, even, appeared to be well kept. One blue eye lazily stared at him over a thick bicep. Josuke yawned, completely nonchalant as he rolled onto his back.
Okuyasu quickly realized that this was no ordinary cow. He had no udders. What he did have was a rack so magnificent that Okuyasu blushed on sight. They were both equally as large as his head, and he was told growing up that his melon was giant.
“You’re the new hire, right?” asked Josuke. He yawned again, this time covering his mouth.
“Y-yeah.” Okuyasu managed.
“I’m Josuke, if they didn’t already tell you. Rohan probably didn’t, if he’s the one on shift.” Josuke scowled.
“I haven’t met him. Yet,” replied Okuyasu. Josuke nodded.
“Well, good! It means you’ll start out with a little less gloom and doom.” He smiled. A flash of warmth kindled in Okuyasu’s chest at the sight. “I’m your first, right?”
“Uh, I mean, yes? How could you tell?”
“They gave you that old thing,” Josuke gestured to the pail. “I’m pretty much the only cow that prefers being handled around here, so I have more flashy pails. Usually.”
Okuyasu looked at the one in his hands. It looked clean, but ordinary. Did they sell coloured pails? With patterns? Like Easter pails? Halloween?
“They do,” said Josuke, jolting Okuyasu out of his unconscious muttering. He chuckled. “And what’s your name, stranger?”
“Okuyasu.” He stuck out his hand without thinking. Who shook hands with cows? But Josuke took it. His palm was soft and warm. Okuyasu felt the difference when he let go.
“Well, Okuyasu, I’m about to burst, so maybe we should get started.”
Okuyasu felt himself break out into a sweat. He tried to school himself into concentrating on anything other than dirty thoughts, which was nigh impossible. He was here to milk Josuke, which meant grabbing Josuke’s huge tits and squeezing them.
“Here,” Josuke grabbed the pail, holding it in his lap. “Unless you want me on all fours?”
“No, t-that’s fine,” stuttered Okuyasu. God, he shouldn’t think about that, those large breasts hanging. He felt his cock twitch beneath his overalls.
Josuke took Okuyasu’s hands, positioning them on his chest.
“So you don’t really have to apply a lot of pressure, just a little.” He gave a little squeeze, and a stream immediately came out, the echo ringing up from the pail. Okuyasu nodded dumbly. He could barely hold Josuke’s breasts, the soft flesh spilling between his fingers. Josuke slid his hands to the undersides in order to support his effort. This was why it was a two person job, Okuyasu thought. Josuke was simply too big to milk himself. Thank god he’d been saved from asking a stupid question.
Okuyasu slowly rolled his thumbs down across Josuke’s chest, trying to avoid touching his areolas. It was wrong that he was aroused in the first place. He was desperately trying to ignore it in attempts to normalise this interaction. After all, this was his job now. Any other person would probably jump to be able to touch and hold such...opportunities. God, he was already failing. While the action seemed straight forward, the milk started to peter out the further away from the nipple he got.
“Okuyasu,” said Josuke abruptly, “It’s okay.”
“Huh?” blurted Okuyasu.
“You can touch me here. It’ll help speed things up.” Josuke took his hands once more, this time placing them directly on his nipples. The areolas were the size of Okuyasu’s palm, and surprisingly soft despite being so stretched out with milk.
“Roll your thumbs inward, then pull a bit,” directed Josuke. Okuyasu let his grip harden, and did as he was told. The flat of his thumbs grazed the cow’s nipples, and the milk started to flow. Josuke sighed in relief. His shoulders dropped and his gaze on Okuyasu softened. “Theeere. You’ve got it.”
The praise went straight to his head. Sure, the sexual tension inside him hadn’t diminished, but his compensating stress levels had. He wasn’t really sure where to look since standing in such intimate proximity to Josuke. He’d held his ex-girlfriend's breasts before, but that experience really wasn’t comparable to this. Not even close. He felt heat crawl up from the back of his neck to his ears. Soon Josuke would realise how flustered he was and he'd be roundhouse kicked out of the barn for being a raging pervert.
“Jotaro said you were a poultry farmer,” said Josuke.
“Yeah. It's my first time working with livestock,” replied Okuyasu.
“You’re doing well,” praised Josuke. Okuyasu flushed.
“Thanks dude.” Dude? Who the hell calls an acquaintance dude? Moron.
“And you’re part time?” The cow asked.
“Part-time here, part time at the auto-shop in town. Also I’m taking some coding classes at college. Just local stuff.”
“You play games?”
“I mean, if you count really old stuff, yeah. I dunno what even came out this year.”
“I don’t blame you. That sounds busy.
“And you?”
“I’m half in, half out of here.” Josuke scrunched his nose, looking a bit annoyed. “I make good money here, on the cow side, but it isn’t really great for getting out there in human society, you know?”
Okuyasu didn’t know how to respond to that, so he just nodded.
“I can’t really complain. The money is good, I have my own apartment. The owner, his husband, and almost all the employees are great. I have a pretty great life, as far as hybrids go.”
“I’m happy for you,” said Okuyasu. He meant it. Having to live in-between two species had to be difficult.
“Thanks, bro.” Josuke chuckled. “You’re my age, right?”
“Depends if you like twenty four or not,” joked Okuyasu.
“I love it.” Josuke grinned. “Everyone here is older, so it gets boring sometimes.”
They continued chatting for about an hour, at which point the milk stopped flowing. Josuke gave Okuyasu the grand tour of the barn, which included showing him where to dump the bucket into the giant milk canister. He also accompanied Okuyasu through his routine, showing him how to set up the voluntary milking systems. The other cows were more...cowish, though a few still spoke to him a little, introducing themselves. None of them had as much human aspect as Josuke did.
His new friend was special indeed.
A few weeks later
Okuyasu fell back onto the twisted sheets, his cock softening in his hand. He groaned. Trying to sink into his afterglow was always difficult. He couldn’t let go. If his mind were a muscle, it was like a clenched fist. It was always strained, cramped down from the effort of thinking.
He hadn’t stopped thinking about Josuke. He wasn’t the type to be ashamed of his own lust, and yet. Josuke was his coworker, and as of late, his friend. But every shift Okuyasu had to dash to the restroom to relieve himself after milking Josuke. It wasn’t just the tits anymore. It was Josuke’s voice, his laugh, the bulge of his strong arms and the proud jut of his plump stomach. It was Josuke asking him jokingly if he could lift him, then proceeded to scoop him up and lift Okuyasu over his head.
This wasn’t just lust anymore. It was infatuation. Puppy love with a boner. Okuyasu wasn’t sure he was okay with this new development. He was lonely, and it was leaking through the cracks.
Okuyasu wearily headed to work the next morning, thighs and groin aching. He felt tight with stress all over, which wasn’t helped by the fact that he couldn’t fall asleep. Not for lust, but for the paralysing fear that Josuke would be disgusted with him if he ever found out about his salacious activities. Despite his impairment around the cow, Okuyasu really enjoyed Josuke’s company. He never had many close friends, counting his ex’s, and he knew he ‘d despair losing their back and forth.
He had to be the bigger man and just come out with it. No holds barred. Fear sunk an iron fist into his chest, and Okuyasu thought he might die if he went through with it.
He headed to Josuke’s stall grim faced. He chose a pail with strawberries on it, pulling it close to his chest as he idled in the storage room for a moment. He would get through this.
He was going to get through this.
Just as he was about to unlatch the door, Josuke called out.
“Hey dude. Uh, can you, uh, give me ten minutes?”
“Everything okay?” asked Okuyasu, his heart rate picking up. The cowardly hope—that he would be able to avoid this interaction—filled his chest.
Josuke gave a loud sigh.
“I, uh...hell, I might as well just show you.” Okuyasu heard the soft thud of hooves on the hay covered floor, and the door swung open.
Okuyasu stifled a gasp. Josuke had big black bags under his pretty eyes. His hair looked dishevelled, which immediately put Okuyasu on high alert. The cow was very particular about his hair, so much so that even if a hair was out of place, he’d make Okuyasu turn around so he could fix it and become ‘presentable’ again.
Then, he noticed Josuke’s chest. The skin was blotched red, almost resembling the large splatters of red watercolour paint Okuyasu had made in art therapy. They grew into darker bruises along his chest, his breasts appearing deflated from their usual size.
“What happened? Did-did someone hurt you?” he blurted out. A tight knot of anger twisted in his gut. He could readily imagine it, someone putting their hands on Josuke.
“No. It’s okay—”
“It’s not. You’re in pain, aren’t you?” Okuyasu’s anxiety was rising to a fever pitch, taking his rage along for the ride. “Tell me right now.”
“I did this,” Josuke said, his voice tiny.
“What?”
“I-” Josuke averted his eyes, “I haven’t been able to produce any product since last Saturday. I tried everything, even massaging it until I broke the blood vessels. Nothing. Not even the usual medication helps.”
Last Saturday? That was my last shift. Shit.
“You—you look exhausted. When was the last time you slept?”
“Can’t sleep,” admitted Josuke, “a side effect of the medication.”
“What medication?”
“It makes you produce milk even if you’re not pregnant. It’s kind of like birth control.” Josuke raked both hands through his hair. “But it’s stopped working. This has never happened before. I feel—” He flushed, “ like I’m burning up, but I don’t have a fever.” He went from red to scarlet, shyly looking at Okuyasu.
Like clockwork, he felt himself harden. He was disgusted with himself. Josuke was in serious distress, and he was excited by that?
“There’s...something else,” Josuke whispered. He grabbed Okuyasu’s hand. “I can’t stop thinking about you..but I promise I won’t let this affect our working relationship. I swear. Please...don’t leave.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” declared Okuyasu. Josuke smiled weakly. Okuyasu felt his heart flutter.
“And uh, what’s this about me?” he asked, feeling himself begin to blush along with the cow.
“Oh, um, haha.” Josuke rubbed the back of his neck. “I, uh, was uh, I was trying to choke the chicken when you tried to come in the first time. I thought you heard and were mad about it, because you think I’m a lech,” blurted Josuke.
Choke the chick— WAIT. HOLD UP. HE WAS—
Okuyasu looked down. Sure enough, Josuke was...he was—. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words dried up on his tongue. The man was hung. A big, gorgeous dick stood between his thick thighs. It was almost ridiculous how Okuyasu hadn’t noticed it in the first place, considering how obviously hard it was.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “You got that way just thinking about me?”
Is this a dream? I’m gonna wake up covered in my own cum, I just know it—
“Yeah,” sighed Josuke, who seemed to have recovered a little. He looked so cute, his lips wet and swollen from being worried.
Okuyasu threw off his hat and dropped the bucket. He quickly locked the latch behind him, then turned back to Josuke. “I’m kind of stupid, so I’m only gonna ask this once. Are you saying you want me?”
“Yes,” said Josuke. He reached out and grabbed Okuyasu by the head, pulling him into a kiss that made the buzzing noise in between his ears fade out. There wasn’t a moment during Okuyasu’s day that he didn’t feel anxious, but right at that moment, his mind went quiet. He couldn’t feel the racing feedback loop from the shock. It was heaven.
“Sorry,” he breathed, once they’d separated, “I’m not a good kisser.”
“You’ll learn,” said Josuke. His hands undid the clasps of his overalls, then pushed them down to his knees. “Mhhhhm, I knew you were hairy. You’re so fucking sexy.”
Before Okuyasu could reply, Josuke’s hand was underneath the band of his underwear, pulling out his cock. He started to jack him off, all the while thrusting his tongue into Okuyasu’s mouth. The farm hand groaned long and dirty when Josuke pressed him slick against his own huge cock.
“Should we keep going,” asked Josuke, “or do we just keep doing this?”
“Keep going,” grunted Okuyasu. “Do you have lube?”
Josuke nodded, stealing a kiss and pumping their cocks together for a quick stroke, before shuffling in his own backpack. Okuyasu shucked the rest of his clothing off and laid on the blankets where Josuke usually napped. He spread his thighs and gently stroked across the rim of his asshole, before drawing up to his dick again.
“Oh, hey there,” flirted Josuke, “is that for me?”
“M-maybe.” Shocks were firing through his chest as quickly as they were his cock. Okuyasu tried to breathe. He couldn’t really think well, much less speak, so he spread his legs wider and dragged his fingers from his hole along the seam of his taint. Josuke licked his lips.
“I didn’t think you’d bottom for me,” said Josuke, kneeling between his legs.
“Mhhm,” moaned Okuyasu. He kept rubbing himself, letting a few fingers push inside. “Always wanted to. I want this,” he reached out and grasped Josuke. The foreskin along his shaft was soft. He pushed it down, lightly tracing the head with his thumb. Josuke exhaled.
“I might not fit,” he admitted.
“S’okay. I don’t think I’ll be able to tell,” murmured Okuyasu. He was pushing more oxygen into his lungs, trying to bring himself into the moment and out of his head. “You good, dude?”
“Yeah,” replied Josuke. He planted his hands by Okuyasu’s head and kissed him. His tongue was so hot inside Okuyasu’s mouth. So were his cheeks as he cupped them, pulling Josuke even closer. His tits pressed against his own chest. The cow grunted.
“Sorry. They’re sensitive.”
Okuyasu eyed them. Josuke’s nipples looked all right. It was more the surrounding tissue that was bruised.
“Can I?” He motioned with his hands. “Maybe it’ll help.”
“Maybe. Yeah.” Josuke lifted a breast up to Okuyasu’s mouth. He gently cupped the underside and took the nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue. Josuke let out a long, dry sigh as he started to suck softly.
“Yer so pretty,” he said, lathing the areola with his tongue. “So fucking hot, I’ll fuck these tiddies and cum all over your face once your healed.”
“What was that?” moaned Josuke. “Can’t hear you, can you not talk with your mouth full?”
“I said—” Okuyasu started, and two fingers pushed their way inside him, “—oh fuck.”
“You wanna be full of me, don’t you? You want my fat tits in your mouth and my fat cock in your ass, don’t you Okuyasu?” Josuke smirked.
“So what if I do?” growled Okuyasu. “You gonna talk or are you gonna make me your bitch?” The fingers inside thrusted hard against Okuyasu’s upper wall. A sharp burst of sensation made his head fall back, releasing the nipple.
“Bold words for someone who buckles when I touch his prostate once,” chided Josuke.
Okuyasu felt Josuke scissor his fingers and groaned. “You’re very tight.”
“Do something about it then,” gasped Okuyasu. He fisted the blanket as Josuke added another finger, which was generously slathered with lube. “I can’t believe you’re gonna put it in, oh my god.”
“Do you want to stop?”
“No! No, I want you to put it in. I just—I can’t believe it,” he blathered, “I mean I can, but—” Josuke cut him off with a peck against his lips.
“You’re super cute, you know that?” he asked.
“Cute?!”
“You don’t like it?” Josuke gave a mock-pout. He withdrew his fingers. Okuyasu grunted.
“You’ve got your fingers in my ass, and you think I’m cute?”
“Yes. Yes I do.”
Okuyasu guffawed. He wiped tears with the back of his hand. Incredulousness and giddiness popped like sparklers in his stomach. He rolled in his deep belly laugh, for the first time not self-conscious that he was smiling too wide, or that he was being ridiculous.
“See? That, right there,” Josuke tapped a finger against his collarbone, “that’s cute.”
“Shuddup,” retorted Okuyasu.
Josuke retrieved a condom from his bag. He ripped open the package with one fluid motion, then rolled it down his cock. Okuyasu watched as Josuke poured more lube onto his cock. The cow slid his length along Okuyasu’s taint, stroking Oku’s cock. He’d softened a little during their back and forth, but his erection blossomed under Josuke’s touch. He expected Josuke to start pushing it in, but the cow was preoccupied. He shuffled lower, until he was face to face with Okuyasu’s arousal. He slipped his fingers inside again.
“As you wish,” grinned Josuke, leaning over and taking Oku in his mouth. Okuyasu gaped.
“Oh god,” he whimpered. His back arched off the blankets. Josuke was twisting his fingers as he thrusted into him. His mouth, meanwhile, slowly sucked the head of his dick, like he was savouring Oku’s taste.
Okuyasu was so hot. Sweat beaded and rolled down his chin. Josuke’s mouth was swelteringly sweet. He almost came when the cow swallowed him down to the root.
“You’re gonna kill me. Josuke. Josuke!” he cried out. Something rattled in the distance, almost like a ringing bell. The vibrations pushed him over the edge. Suddenly the heat around his dick disappeared, and Josuke was furiously pumping his weeping cock. Okuyasu could only moan as he watched his cum shoot into the milk pail, wracked by ograsm.
“Good boy,” praised Josuke. He held up the bucket to show Okuyasu, “you came so much dude.”
Okuyasu pulled Josuke back down by the shoulders and kissed him. It was wet, their mouths sliding around each other’s tongues. Josuke’s saliva was sweet like peppermint, which would explain the heat on his dick moments ago.
Finally, he felt Josuke’s head touch him. Okuyasu swallowed.
Breathe through it.
“I’m putting it in,” murmured Josuke. He kissed Oku’s abdomen and moved his hips.
It felt nothing like his fingers. Josuke was hot and big inside him. The stretch was overwhelming. Okuyasu grabbed his hands, threading their fingers together. He did it on instinct, trying to gather stimuli to pair with this foreign sensation of being filled by a lover. This was what it was like to be full. Stinging, fiery warmth, like the scalding showers he used to take to melt down his stress, or escape his father for a few minutes.
Josuke sighed. The soft puff of his breath tickled Oku’s nose as he angled his gaze downward between them. It was better than he’d expected. Better still when he saw that only a quarter of Josuke’s cock was left outside of him.
“Shit,” hissed Josuke, “I went too deep.”
“Feels good,” replied Okuyasu. “God, you’re such a big boy.”
“I told you.” Josuke blushed.
“Who’s the cute one now, huh?” teased Oku.
Josuke silenced him with a kiss. Despite that, it was gentle. Slow and deep. He remained still inside of Okuyasu. His soft, fat stomach was pressed against his torso. Okuyasu's hands wandered down the cow’s sides, lightly stroking and exploring the plane of Josuke’s back. His skin was warm and supple, the transition from flesh to hide was like brushing against velvet.
“Your whole body feels like a tiddie,” murmured Oku. He ran his fingers up the sides of Josuke’s torso, resting them at his waist.
“You can touch my stomach too,” replied Josuke, blushing just a bit. Oku cupped the cow’s soft belly. It pillowed in his hands. He gently kneaded the skin, reaching to suck a nipple into his mouth. It was an incredible contrast: Josuke’s hard hot cock inside him, his soft warm body on top of him. Josuke moaned. Oku shifted his hips in response. The stretch had dulled. The sensation was no longer sharp.
“You can move,” he said, right after dragging his tongue over a sensitive nub.
Josuke started to withdraw. Oku’s legs wrapped around his waist, giving him a tether to rock against. He pulled nearly all the way out, until just the head was inside. Then he slowly started to push in again. His thrusts were shallow. Oku must have made a face of discomfort, because Josuke was squeezing the bottle of lube between them.
“You’re tight, bro,” Josuke half-moaned, a smirk growing on his face, “does it feel better now?”
“Yeah.” Josuke was fucking him a modicum faster now. The abundance of lube eased the dull ache; all Okuyasu felt now was good.
“I wish you could see what I see,” panted Josuke, “your hot little ass taking me right now.” Josuke brushed a hand up to Okuyasu’s own cock, which was flagging at half-mast.
“You feel so big, Josuke,” whined Oku, “So fuckin—uhn, fuck.” He sputtered. Words. Josuke was talking dirty to him, and he was able to retort a few minutes ago. The cause, of course, was that Josuke’s head just touched his prostate. The cow was fisting Okuyasu’s cock in tandem with his thrusts.
They rolled into each other. Oku was close; he felt the high pressure edge on the tip of his tongue. He moaned loudly, brushing noses with Josuke before being enveloped by his kiss. Cock, lips, fist. Belly, warm, hot, warbling cry in his throat. He splattered between them. Josuke continued to stroke him as he moaned into Okuyasu’s mouth. His hips slapped against Oku’s flesh. He gasped, his body tightening ramrod straight against Oku. Total heat. He could feel Josuke gush inside; he isolated the sensation of his load seeping out of him. Okuyasu crossed his legs over Josuke’s back.
“Don’t,” he wheezed as Josuke shifted. His groin ached, but he wanted more. “Don’t pull out.”
“You like it?”
“Yeah,” sighed Okuyasu, “I-I want to do it again.”
“Now?” teased Josuke.
“You’re still hard,” argued Okuyasu. Josuke laughed, scratching the back of his head. “Help me up.” He felt woozy. Everything tingled, like his pores were opening to the sun as plants did. Josuke lifted him, still sheathed inside of Okuyasu. “Against the wall,” he managed.
Josuke slipped out of him as he placed Okuyasu’s feet on the ground. He gasped, feeling the cum slide out of him in a heavy burst. Josuke’s hands were soft at Okuyasu’s sides as he turned him around. His forehead touched the wooden wall of the stall. Josuke was radiating heat like a bonfire. The moment Josuke’s lips touched the back of his neck was akin to a magnetic bond. Okuyasu was pulled into him, the small of his back cushioned by Josuke’s stomach. Then he was pushing back inside, and Okuyasu moaned in a higher pitch than his speaking range. Josuke was filling different places inside him than he had while Okuyasu was on his back.
“Didn’t know you were so hungry for my cock,” Josuke’s voice was muffled by impatient kisses along Okuyasu’s back. Okuyasu pushed back his hips, tears pricking at his eyes from the utter fullness stretching his hole.
“Yes,” he whispered. He would say yes to anything Josuke said. Okuyasu’s mind was melting. He was still high from the last orgasm. He couldn’t think. He could only feel the burgeoning, throbbing presence of Josuke. “Please.”
“Please?” teased Josuke. His breath was on Okuyasu’s ear, his lips grazing the shell.
“Please fuck me rough,” growled Okuyasu, “Use me, please.” Josuke groaned in his ear. A hand guided Okuyasu’s head to Josuke’s mouth. His kiss was gentle.
Josuke’s hips slapped against Okuyasu’s ass.
“Oh shit,” someone hissed. Okuyasu wasn’t sure, his mouth was open, drool winding down his chin. He grappled, flat palmed, against the wall of the stall. Josuke’s balls gave a resounding slap of their own, his dick fucking Okuyasu open. His toes curled into the hay covered ground, the condensation of his own breath rebounding against the wood.
“Okuyasu,” moaned Josuke, “I’m all the way inside you.” Okuyasu shuddered and gasped. The cow was pistoning into him, the stall wall rattling violently. Josuke’s stomach was against his back, his heavy fucking tits bouncing along his shoulder blades. “You’re fucking amazing!”
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhn,” said Okuyasu’s mouth. It was all of the air left in his body. Josuke’s cock was making him so tight, so small inside that there wasn’t room for anything else. It was so much, too much, too good. Were there other adjectives? He didn’t know anything except the fingers trailing along his stomach, down the line of hair.
Josuke’s soft hand pushed down his foreskin. Okuyasu keened into the wall, forcing his hips to meet him, which made his dick slide in Josuke’s hand.
“Joooooosuke,” he wailed.
“Such a good boy,” replied Josuke. “Are you going to cum on my cock?”
“Yes yes yes yes,” chanted Okuyasu. A thumb pressed firmly against his slit, and Okuyasu went cross-eyed. Josuke abruptly pulled out, to which Okuyasu whined.
“We’re going to move back a bit. I want you to put your hands and knees on the floor,” he instructed. Josuke manoeuvred them to the ground. “Ass up.”
Okuyasu pushed his hole up as far as he could.
Without warning, Josuke slammed back inside of him. Okuyasu screamed. He didn’t care that every cow in this whole fucking barn heard him, not while he was like this. Josuke’s balls slapped against his taint, over and over again. Even though Okuyasu’s eyes were squeezed shut, his vision was white. Josuke was moving so fast, his heavy body crashing against him, knocking the breath out of his lungs. Okuyasu wanted him to go faster, faster, until the friction melded them together—Josuke against his prostate, filling him up with cum—forever.
But they weren’t just simple atoms. They were fucking animals. So naturally, Josuke started to falter. He groaned against the column of Okuyasu’s neck. His lips slid along his jugular, stopping to suck and bite and whisper something. Okuyasu felt his orgasm snap like an over-extended rubber band, his aching cock dribbling on the barn floor. Josuke was right behind him. He felt his seed drip down his ass, a very soft sensation in comparison to the emptiness Josuke left behind.
Josuke rolled off to the side, shakily offering a breast to Okuyasu’s slackened mouth. His dry throat was coated rapidly as he suckled. Josuke cupped his face, sort of gasping and sighing at the same time. His milk was warm and sweet. There was so much of it that Okuyasu sucked harder, trying to swallow as much as he could. Josuke wiped at the excess dribbling down his chin.
“Thank you, Okuyasu,” he gasped, “Oh god it feels so good, thank you…”
Okuyasu didn’t trust his mouth to reply around Josuke’s fountaining breast, so he gave a shaky thumbs up. He felt thoroughly used up. He was probably going to lose his job, but he didn’t care. Besides, Josuke’s milk was flowing again. He’d helped them, really.
“You’ve saved my ass, Okuyasu,” said Josuke. He removed his nipple from Okuyasu’s mouth.
“Glad I could help,” murmured Okuyasu. Josuke leaned over and kissed the top of his head.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“What are you on about? You just fuckin blew my back out and you’re gonna ‘make it up to me’?” Okuyasu snorted.
“I know it’s a bit backwards, but I’d like to take you out for dinner sometime.”
“Is that right?” Okuyasu blushed. “Only if I get to choose my…dessert afterwards.”
“Of course,” Josuke chuckled. “Anything you want.”