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CH 9.
He didn't get it. Marc just didn't get it at all. He watched as 5 Female cowmen threw themselves at Ayden. It had been a week since the new Cowmen arrived and some had already shifted. Ayden was no exception. He shifted last night. He was found with Lyla from the party.
Apparently, he went into heat during his shift. Marc didn't even know that was possible.
Marc was now standing in a large field, watching female Cowmen throw themselves at the transformed Ayden. His appearance was one of a young model. No doubt he was the same person, but anything childish about him had faded away.
They were supposed to be playing a short game of baseball, but it was clear that no one wanted to play. Marc was upset that'd he'd been dragged out of Ken's bed to be here.
They hadn't been doing anything sexual but sleeping with Ken felt comfortable.
Ken was also dragged out here, but he was across the field. Marc realized that nothing was going to be happening and trekked over to Ken.
Marc could see that Ken's eyes were fixed on Ayden and his harem.
"Like the eye candy?" Marc said.
Ken continued to stare and spoke slowly, "I was wondering if my shift will make me change that much."
Pressing his hand to Ken's face Marc smiled, "Don't change too much." Then, Marc squeezed Ken's biceps, "Besides I think you'll be just fine." Ken gave a warm smile back to Marc.
Marc ran his hand through Ken's hair. His hair's growth was matching his body's growth. It was so shaggy now. His curls were still cool, but they needed to get it under control.
"Hey, how come none of the male Cowmen are flinging themselves at Ayden?"
Ken thought it over for a moment then responded. "If you look closely you can see a lot of them have hard-ons, but I think maybe they're too jealous."
"Of Ayden or the girls?"
"Both."
Marc thought over what Ken had said. Ayden was like the cream of the crop, everyone was attracted to him. The other male Cowmen just weren't used to not being the top. Marc, nodding his head, agreed with himself. Logically, it made sense. If everyone was hot, then no one was, but throw in someone stunning, (i.e. Ayden) that's what everyone would want.
For all the open sexuality that Heather had informed Marc about, Cowmen could still fall victim to such petty things.
"What's up" A male voice cut through Marc's thought process. He looked up to see a stranger with a girl on his arm. Their faces were familiar, but Marc couldn't place it.
Snapping His fingers Marc blurted out, "You're from the party." Indeed, they had been two of the Cowmen he had met that night along with Lyla, but they had clearly been through their shift.
Marc gave them a brief introduction to Ken. He was reminded their names were Dru and Sheila. Marc proceeded to ask about Lyla. The three seemed inseparable at the party were could she have gone, that made her end uo with Ayden?
"Oh, don't worry about her," Sheila waved her hand dismissing the topic, "She's going to be out of commission for a while."
"Is she okay?" Marc asked.
Dru spoke trying to stifle his laughter, "After that night with Ayden I think she's going to be walking funny for a while, but She'll be fine in the end."
Sheila put her hands on her hips, shifting her weight. "Serves her right for sneaking off like that."
"Come on," Dru started rubbing her shoulders, "There's no way she could have know he was going to shift. She was just trying to spend time with him."
Sheila relaxed her shoulders.
"So, it was an unfortunate accident?" Ken asked.
Dru laughed, "I doubt Lyla would describe it that way." Dru's gaze fell to the ground, "Though I can't pretend like I'm 100% happy about it. We all shifted together and then she runs off and does this. She didn't even invite us. I want get in Ayden's good graces too, but I wouldn't have snuck off."
"You were all together when you shifted?" Marc raised an eyebrow.
"Of course! We've been together so long and were born around the same time. It was obvious."
"I was wondering, is it normal to have sex when you shift?" Ken said staring at the couple.
Sheila decided to talk. "Shifting builds lots of sexual energy. It's nice to release it. The stronger the Cowmen the more energy. I'm shocked that Lyla was enough for Ayden's shift, but then again that's probably why she's on bedrest."
Dru looked at Marc up and down. "I don't know if you'll make it though."
"What?" Marc replied.
"With your partner here obviously." Sheila said pointing to Ken. "I mean, a human may not be able to handle the shift."'
"Woah, woah Ken and I are not like that!" Marc put his arms together in an X.
Dru looked at the duo strangely, "Really? Judging by your body language when we were walking up, I thought it was obvious you two were together."
Ken's face had become crimson red, "I didn't know I'd need a partner for my shift."
Sheila shook her head. "You don't NEED one it just helps. Your teacher at your summer school will tell you the closer you get to your shift."
"Does Trevor already know this?" Marc accidently blurted out. He was wondering where that kid had disappeared off to.
"Trevor?" Dru and Sheila said in unison.
"Is that the cowman that smelled and you thought was lesser?" Sheila asked.
"If he's your partner, even if he's a weaker cowman, he could still be a lot for a human." Dru said.
Marc wanted to smack them. He knew they meant well, but first they were the ones that said Trevor and Ken's scent might mean they were lesser. Second, how could they say that right in front of Ken? No doubt they should have smelled something from him.
Marc interlocked his hand with Ken's and dragged him away. The baseball game was a bust and so was this conversation.
The two returned to Ken's house. No sign of Trevor anywhere. The two made their way to Ken's room. The room was surprisingly cluttered with Marc's things, like his games and laptop. Leaving only a small fraction to Ken filled with weights he borrowed from Trevor, and a punching bag hanging from the ceiling.
The two plopped down onto a pair of bean bags in front of the TV. Ken was staring off into space.
"You okay?" Marc asked.
"I guess. I wanted to play baseball though." Ken exhaled loudly, "but it's not like they were even playing."
Ken had gotten into the exercise thing, the weights in his room and the muscles on his body was proof of that. Whenever there was an activity that required one to be physical Ken jumped on it. He was making up for lost time, however looking at only his body now, Marc wouldn't have been able to guess that.
Marc bent in between them and picked up a controller. "There are still some games we can play."
The two played for an hour before Ken lost focus again. His heart wasn't into playing video games right now.
Marc reached over and stroked Ken's face. He nuzzled into the palm of Marc's hand. Seeing him smile sparked a mischievous idea into Marc's head.
Marc threw his hands under Ken's armpits and began to tickle him. Ken began to laugh while trying to swat Marc's hands away. Marc pounced on Ken, tackling him to the ground, not letting up on his tickle assault.
Ken started using his strength to fight back. The pair of boys began rolling around on the floor wrestling. Eventually, Marc ended on top using his hands to pin Ken's arms to the floor. Ken could have easily broken Marc's hold but was into the fake match.
"Looks like I just captured a cowman," Marc said in a fake menacing voice.
"What are you going to do to me?" Ken pretended to fight back.
Marc grinned. "I don't know, a beefy Cowman like you," Marc squeezed Ken's biceps.
"Maybe I'll milk these bad boys and sell it on the black market," Marc squeezed Ken's hard pecs.
"Sorry, to tell you but so far these `bad boys' aren't functioning." Late last week they learned 16 Ken hadn't started producing milk. He was in a similar situation to Trevor.
Marc was tempted to bring up that for all the genetic breeding Ken's `first farm' how did they wind up with Ken? Trevor's first farm was more focused on fighting, so they probably didn't care, but if Ken's original owner's goal was to get milk, they got a late bloomer. "Serves them right" Marc thought.
Ken being a late bloomer was the perfect middle finger to those terrible people.
This however would not deter Marc from their fake fighting. After all, Ken had a hand free since Marc was feeling him up. Ken could have escaped effortlessly.
Marc placed his hand on Ken's crotch, "Then I guess I'll have to milk this." Ken's cock went rock hard under his shorts. Marc was surprised by the sudden growth under his palm but didn't move away. Ken's cock was releasing tons of heat from his shorts onto Marc's hands.
Marc had a nice hold of Ken's hefty cock. Had his best friend always been this big? Lightly squeezing Ken's cock caused the cowman to let out a growl.
"What are you a dog?" Marc asked playfully. By now Marc's own cock had grown hard and was pressed flushed against Ken's ass.
"Maybe instead I'll use you to milk my cock." Marc ground his cock into Ken's ass. "We shouldn't waste your little champions anyway."
"Champions...you mean my cum?" Ken said confused, then busted into laughter. His immersion was broken with Marc's statement.
Marc however was watching as the cowman under him, Ken's face had become one of pure delight. His laughter rang through the room. A tear started to leave his eye he was laughing so much.
Marc leaned in and kissed Ken on the mouth, causing the laughter to come to an end. Ken, letting out a noise in surprise, received the kiss.
When Marc pulled away, he could see Ken was ecstatic, wondering what would come next.
Marc repositioned himself between Ken so that their cocks were against each other under their pants. If Marc had stayed on Ken's ass, he was sure he would have shot a hole through his pants and Ken's.
Ken made no efforts to stop Marc while both their pants were pulled down. Now, Marc could have his cock touch Ken's. Ken's cock was bigger and fatter than Marc's it was about 8 inches compared to Marc's 7 inches. It didn't matter though the cocks were trapped between the teens' bodies.
The cocks couldn't move but were throbbing in unison. Marc could feel the intense heat coming from Ken's dick pressing onto his abdomen. Marc began to grind into Ken's cock. Marc began an assault of pleasure onto Ken's body. He let his eyes connect with Ken's. Then, wander down to Ken's chest that had developed nicely, His pecs were bouncing slightly with each thrust. The valley in between those walls of muscle were calling to him.
Marc lowered his head and placed it on the center of Ken's chest. The next thing he knew he was motor boating his best friend's pecs. Marc couldn't stop though they were just so glorious. Marc wanted more he lifted Ken's shirt.
He started planting kisses, which evolved into flicking his tongue over Ken's nipples. Lust had consumed Marc.
"Ken, can I have some of your milk?"
Ken was confused. Marc knew Ken wasn't producing any yet "You know I can't m—
"At least let me try!" Marc wanted, No, he craved Ken's milk. Ken was the sweetest person he'd ever met no doubt his milk was too.
Ken shrugged and let Marc dive in on him. Ken's moans at having his nipples sucked on echoed through the room.
Marc tried as hard as he could to entice Ken's pecs to release their nectar. He wanted to feel it running down his throat. He wanted Ken's milk to fill his stomach. Marc continued to rotate sucking on each nipple never easing up.
"That's enough!" Ken said under his breath. Marc wasn't ready to stop now. Neither was Ken, but getting his nipples sucked wasn't going to send him over the edge. He pulled Marc back up to his face so their lips could meet again.
Now, their cocks were aligned and getting reacquainted. Ken pressed Marc's body close. Ken put his left hand on Marc's ass. He helped Marc's hips find a rhythm to start grinding.
Marc was lost in a haze. While his body pounded away his mind was a mess. He thought many things. How could this feel good? Marc never wanted this to end. Ken's hard cock felt so warm and so right stuck between them,
In the back of his head Marc felt a little bad. He thought maybe him, and Trevor had something developing, but Trevor never seemed interested in pursuing it further. Maybe it was him and Ken that should have been together all along. Regardless, He hoped no one walked in, or they'd see his black ass bobbing in the air as he grinded into the white stud under him.
"Hey, I feel like I got to go to the bathroom," Ken said breathlessly. Marc kept grinding away only answering with "You're about to cum." And Marc was going to be the one to make him do it.
Ken took his right hand and grabbed the back of Marc's head, shoving it forward for a kiss. Only this wasn't their usual innocent on the lips kiss. Ken's lounge invaded Marc's mouth and explored around. Marc was surprised at how forceful Ken was being, but decided to give in.
"AUGH!" Ken groaned into Marc's mouth. The cowman was finally coming.
Because they were still locked in a kiss close together Marc couldn't watch what happened, but he sure felt it. Ken's dick flex repeatedly sending out spurts between their bodies. A liquid warmth quickly spread. Marc could feel it getting into his shirt which he hadn't lifted like Ken's.
Ken's cock kept firing and Marc's cock was soon covered in it's load. It was enough to send Marc over the edge. Marc shook on top of his friend, feeling his cum fly out into Ken's. Marc collapsed on Ken spent, while Ken released two more healthy loads.
The boys were drenched in sweat and cum. Ken wrapped his arms around Marc, while Marc ran his hands through Ken's sweat soaked hair. They needed a moment to recharge. Marc didn't like feeling the cool air run across his ass and thighs, but no way was he going to move. Marc could feel himself getting hard at knowing that his cum and Ken's were mixing in between them.
When he finally got his strength back Marc lifted his body up from Ken. Marc face became one of shock and horror when he saw the amount of cum between them. Marc knew he barely had anything to do with it. Marc's shirt was drenched while the cum had managed to get up to Ken's pecs.
"How can you come so much?" It was like Marc hadn't even cum whatever he produced was no doubt swallowed by Ken's bountiful load. A person would have an easier time looking for a glass of water dropped the ocean.
20 mins later, the boys had cleaned off and Marc had changed his shirt. Marc brought out his laptop. He patted his lap asking Ken to sit there. Ken sat in Marc's lap even though there was another bean bag chair.
"What, do you want to go again?" Ken asked
Marc shook his head furiously, "No way! I mean that was hot and sexy, but my dick is dead."
"I can feel your dick on my ass."
"But you can't feel the pain it's in after I came," Marc was telling the truth. It wasn't an unbearable pain, it was more akin to the pain after masturbating too many times in a day.
Marc presented his laptop. "I was thinking about looking up Bullmen. You want to read about them with me?"
"Why are you interested in Bullmen? Are there some coming?" Ken's eyes lit up at the prospect.
"Um, no but someday they might come, and I at least want to be ready." Marc hadn't shared that he still had a few fears about Bullmen. However, he felt with Ken by his side he'd be brave enough to look.
"Let's do it!" Ken exclaimed.
A knock came at the door before Dru came bursting in.
"What the hell?" Marc yelled and Ken's body jolted back when the door swung open.
"You guys should lock your door," Dru stated. "Anyway, we need you guys to come so we can play baseball." He continued as if he hadn't interrupted a private moment.
Dru explained they had a game going, but Ayden was dominating for his team, causing some people on the opposing team to quit.
Ken looked at Marc with pleading eyes. Marc sighed he knew he couldn't resist those emerald circles. "Fine, let's go."
Ken and Dru raced out the house while Marc grabbed his laptop and headed out the door, making sure to lock it.
They approached a game that had been put on time out with players on both teams just standing in the field.
Ayden jogged over, to the approaching trio. "Hey, thanks for coming to play!" His smile was wide and sincere. His short blond hair blew in the wind, not once getting in his face. He might as well have been a sun god thanking commoners for coming to his festival.
Marc thought it would be so much easier to dislike him if he wasn't so nice. Ayden being a hot commodity was a problem, but it wasn't Ayden's fault. Everybody else were the weird ones, acting like deer in headlights. Ayden himself was the same nice, flirty guy from before.
Dru's team only needed one player on the field and one for back up. Marc opted to sit out. Turns out two of the female Cowmen on Dru's team quit after realizing the males were more interested seeing Ayden's body, especially his ass in motion.
Marc sat in the grass, losing interest, opened his laptop. His previous search entry for Bullmen popped up to greet him once again.
Marc decided to read an article that was an overview about Bullmen. It was old, but there was a lot of information, though some of it went over his head. He decided to open a document to take notes so he could refer to it later.
Most of what he had was just copy and pasted from the article. This one was written by an esteemed Doctor who had dedicated a lot of time to uncovering the mysteries of this species. Although Marc was selective with his notes his end document went as follows:
There is a subspecies of Cowmen called Bullmen. They only occur with men. Bullmen tend to grow bigger than regular Cowmen (i.e. larger bodies, and penises.) Because of that they tend to dominate over other Cowmen and lead the herd.' Bullmen much like Cowmen will grow if they're given love and affection. However, Bullmen have a secondary gene. That gene allows them to enter a second puberty...
Bullmen aren't known for producing milk, but they can. It is not yet known what causes Bullmen who produce milk and ones who don't.
Bullmen milk is very valuable. It has exquisite taste and interacts in positive ways with human physiology. While we have not yet studied these effects thoroughly, there is a distinction from common Cowmen's milk. It's recommended if you can get your hands on this highly potent concoction exercise caution.
It's believed Bullmen have been dying out due to their nature of swallowing other males, especially human male's whole. Perhaps Farmers have selectively began breeding them out? It's important to raise Bullmen with compassion and positive traits, or else an easily provoked Bullmen will devour others when angered. We've recently learned this swallowing ability is not unique to Bullmen, all Cowmen can do it, but Bullmen's aggressive nature makes them more predisposed to use it.'
Marc read over the sections of information he had taken down. Major parts of the article were hidden behind a paywall. Only people with money or a college account could read on.
There were various sections in the article that picked at his brain. What was the second puberty? What were the effects of Bullmen milk? Was it true Farmers bred them out?
Checking the date, he learned the article was written 10 years ago. "There should have been more information on them by now," Marc thought.
Marc swore under his breath. Even though he got answers it felt like more questions. He was so sure the decreasing Cowmen would be related to the decreasing Bullmen. If the main species was going extinct, then Bullmen should have been as well, but the two extinctions were unrelated.
Marc could only conclude at least that's how the article presented it.
He knew there was one man that could answer him, Uncle T. Marc closed his laptop making a mental note. For now, he decided to look back at the baseball the game.
Marc could see the game was picking up. Ken had been made pitcher. Two of the opposing team members were already on first and second base. The next batter up was Ayden. What happen next played in Marc's head like a poem he once read in school.
A few spectators had stopped to yell. They were happy and under his spell. All the people looking were joyful where they sat, for Ayden, mighty Ayden, was advancing to the bat.
Ayden moved with confidence as he stepped onto the plate; He wore a toothy grin, he knew his fate. To the new onlookers that had joined the crowd, he gave a wave, of course he was proud.
Everyone watched as he readied his stance. Would poor Ken even stand a chance? Ken wound up the ball preparing his throw. A fire grew in Ayden's eyes. He was ready for a show.
The ball was released tearing through the air, Ayden took a swing, but nothing was there. "Strike one" rung through everyone's head, however, Ayden was not filled with horror or dread.
The crowd, aghast, was soon appeased with Ayden's smile. But could his charm win him this trial? "Strike two" came to life when the second ball soared right by. Ayden turned his head to Ken, wondering "just who was this guy?"
Ayden's smile was gone as he took on a frown. This was not the way his game would go down. Ken held the ball, then released one last throw, The world stopped. Waiting to see Ayden's blow.
On a Farm out there, Cowmen are singing. They'll praise the way of someone's swinging. And on that Farm the Cowmen won't pout. But it was clear today—mighty Ayden was out.
The Cowmen on both teams were in disbelief. No one moved or said anything. Marc knew they all had the same thought going around. It was the same one he had. "How could Ayden lose?" Marc knew Ken had a good arm, but to get Ayden out?
Marc leaped up and went running towards Ken until he tackled him to the ground. Marc didn't even know if the game was over, but he knew this was a celebratory moment regardless. No one else was making a move anyway. They were all still in shock.
Marc planted a kiss on Ken's lips. "Maybe Ernest Thayer, should have seen this game?"
"Who?" Ken asked before he was assaulted by more kisses.
Ayden came trotting over. "That was amazing! Can you show me your throw sometime?"
Ayden helped Ken and Marc get up. Ayden shook Ken's hand and that broke the silence in the air. Everyone saw even after losing nothing about Ayden changed. Marc noted that was a quality that made Ayden beautiful both inside and out.
Marc trudged back to his laptop while the game resumed. Out the corner of his eye he spotted Trevor, dispersing from the crowd that had formed.
Marc was not going to let that boy get away. They needed to talk. Marc picked up his laptop and stormed after him.