Tales from The Rut: Randy, Part 2
Over the next few days life changed a lot for Randy and Israel. Randy found himself being both protective and possessive of his new buck and Israel found he loved the attention and moved into Randy's place shortly after their first mating. Though they found it hard to be separated, they managed to follow their work and other obligations, but when home, they often spent the time naked, repeatedly having sex.
The sex itself had gotten more playful than the first frenzied mating session. Randy could smell the change in Israel now that he carried their fawn. The sex became more about enjoyment and pleasure than getting Israel pregnant. At times, however, Randy wondered what it felt like for Israel when his hard stag cock penetrated the bucks pulsing hole. He sometimes thought of asking Israel to top him, but that was silly: Randy was the stag after all. Still, sometimes he noticed an extreme wetness in his hole and a longing to know what Israel felt, but he did not linger on the thoughts.
A few days later, Randy's manager introduced him to RJ, the new hire at the Cock and Bull. "You'll be training him," the manager had said. RJ was a big, thickly muscled Latino with wavy hair, and the slightest Spanish accent. He was pleasant, learned quickly and was very friendly, proving popular with guests and the other employees. Over time, Randy noticed RJ seemed to be hovering near him. If things got slow, RJ would alway appear close at hand. Sometimes unnecessarily bumping into Randy. It was strange.
"Well, maybe he's a buck, too, Daddy," Israel offered as they basked in the afterglow of another fuck session. Even after learning each other's names, Israel still like to call Randy "Daddy." It made Randy's cock throb every time he thought back to the first time Israel had called him that.
"No, he doesn't smell right for that. He doesn't smell like a buck."
"Does he have a scent at all," asked Israel, moving to suckle Randy's cock. He had recently noticed a change in Randy's scent, especially near his bro hole. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but he noticed Randy becoming more and more receptive to Israel playing with his ass in general and hole in particular.
"Yeah, he does actually. Kind of strong, earthy, but it may be a cologne or something," he answered, unconsciously spreading his legs.
Israel thought to himself how that's the same way he would have described Randy's pheromone musk the day he lost his cherry and gained a baby. Just then, he noticed a wet spot under Randy's hole and clear, thick fluid, leaking out. Catching a whiff, he suddenly knew why RJ was so interested in his stag. Taking a chance, Israel, dived for Randy's bro hole and aggressively started to tung-fuck it.
Randy cried out at the wild new sensation. Israel was eating his hole and it felt wonderful! He never knew his hole could give him such pleasure. He grabbed the back of Israel's head pressing him forward, begging him to keep going. Within minutes, Randy shot a load of cum all over his face and chest, never once touching his cock.
Israel sat back, a knowing smile on his face. He had read about some thing like this when he first suspected he was being taken by The Rut. He knew, but Randy clearly didn't yet. Thinking back to his own experience, he decided to let Randy discover the joys on his own.
The next day at work seemed pretty mundane, that was until RJ came in. RJ seemed to be dressed to seduce. His shirt showed off his big pecs and shoulders and was unbuttoned to his mid-chest. His pants, usually form fitting anyway, seemed even tighter, obscenely showing off his large package and firm ass. At first, Randy thought about sending him home to dress more appropriately for work, but as RJ's scent wafted past him, he decided not to. RJ was undeniably sexy, why not enjoy the show?
Work seemed to drag by. Hardly anyone came in, even the lunch rush was unusually slow. Making it worse, Randy felt like he had an internal heater going full blast. He was pouring sweat, and kept feeling nervous, sometime even trembling as though he had the chills. He checked the a/c, but it was working, set to the normal temperature. But he still felt extremely warm. Even though he felt a little odd and needy, he had a hard on that wouldn't go down and his hole kept throbbing. He wished Israel where here. He'd fuck Israel hard and fast if he could.
Just then RJ, walked up to him. Putting his arm around Randy's shoulder, he asked, "Are you ok, buddy?"
"Sure, I'm fine. Just not feeling the best is all," Randy said. The feeling of RJ's arm around him sent electric jolts through him. Without thinking he leaned into RJ, resting his head on RJ's beefy shoulder and caressing his chest, before snapping back and moving a discreet distance away.
Before he moved off, RJ inhaled Randy's scent deeply. He smelled so good. He suddenly felt a need awaken in him and it scared him a little. He wanted to pound Randy's ass as though it were the last pussy on earth. When Randy moved away, he felt relieved but still unsettled. His cock was harder than he ever felt it before. He excused himself, saying he needed a moment in the employees washroom.
Randy watched him walk away, longing to follow. Why did he feel like this? He was a stag, but he was acting exactly like Israel did some nights when he was especially horny. He busied himself clearing the tables from the few lunch customers, but he kept finding himself thinking about RJ. His swarthy skin, big pecks and shoulders, how good it had felt leaning into him...
He looked up at the clock; an hour had passed and RJ was still nowhere to be seen. Randy got a little concerned, and headed to the back to the washroom. The door was closed, so he knocked gently. There was no answer, so he turned the knob - unlocked. Opening the door he stepped inside, closing it behind him. The room was large for a washroom, and a little dark. Randy could hear grunts in one of the stalls.
"RJ, are you alright," he asked pressing the stall door.
Inside was RJ, his shirt falling off his shoulders and his pants lowered on his hips. He slowly jacked a massive hardon that poured precum into a huge puddle on the floor. Randy instinctively inhaled, breathing in RJ's new stag musk. He was overwhelmed by a desire to get on his knees and suckle the huge cock, drinking the precum from it. But he was a stag, too. He shouldn't want to do that.
"RJ?" he whispered in confusion as he backed toward the sink.
RJ growled, lurching forward and taking Randy into his arms. Randy resisted, but each kiss, each lick and nibble on his neck, every caress from RJ felt so good, he found himself kissing back. He ran his hands over RJ's muscled body, feeling the strength in his back muscles, caressing his ass, and eventually jacking his stag cock.
"You want this," RJ's deep voice whispered before licking his earlobe.
Randy trembled. He wasn't sure. "No," he whimpered back. "I'm a stag, too. I'm not supposed to want this." Even as he said it, he held on to RJ, one of his legs involuntarily wrapping around his hip.
"I think you do," RJ growled back before giving Randy a deep wet kiss, and slipping his hand into the back of Randy's saturated pants. "Your wetter than any pussy I've ever fucked."
Randy felt RJ's finger dipping into his throbbing hole. He gasped, throwing his head back. It felt so good. He felt the need building in him. Randy found himself turning in RJ's arms and pressing his ass against the massive stag cock. Looking at him in the mirror, he whimpered, "Please,"confused if he meant please stop or please keep going. He didn't understand. Israel is pregnant; he must be a stag. Yet he wanted RJ inside him.
RJ reached around opening Randy's pants. Sliding them just far enough to expose the newly fertile bro hole, he pulled Randy back against him. Randy could feel the hard tip of RJ's cock at his pucker. It felt so good, he pressed back, trying to force it in.
"I thought you were a stag," teased RJ, nibbling his earlobe again.
"I don't fucking care. I need you inside me," cried Randy.
RJ growled and shoved his long hard cock as deep as he could. Randy felt the girth stretching him, gasping at the sudden pressure, fullness and pleasure he felt overwhelming him. It triggered his first orgasm. RJ caught as much as he could as Randy shook and gasped. He lifted his hand to Randy's lips. "Drink," he whispered.
Randy eased out of his orgasmic haze and looked into RJs dark eyes. He lapped up his own cum, getting all over his mouth. It tasted so good, almost as good as it felt pleasing RJ. After licking RJ's hand clean, he looked into RJ's eyes. He felt the joy of submitting overwhelming him. "I'm yours," he whispered.
RJ tugged at Randy's tits as he began thrusting in and out of his stag-buck. Randy was just self aware enough to watch the hickies flowering on his neck. His tits bounced with every inward thrust and he whimpered every time RJ pulled back.
"Fuuuuuuck meeeeee," Randy cried holding onto the sink to try to stay balanced. RJ's thrusts were incredibly strong. Randy could feel every inch of his stag cock sliding in and out. This must have been how Israel felt that first time. No wonder he refused to leave Randy's since the first day they mated. But it was his last rational thought as the Rut took over. Randy could only process the need and waves of pleasure as RJ fucked him hard from behind.
He leaned back into RJ, resting his back on RJ's muscled chest. He turned his head to kiss, suckling RJ's toung. RJ's hand caressed Randy's chest, pitching his bouncing tits. The cock inside him felt so good. Maybe he was a buck now? Maybe after spreading his seed, he changed? He didn't understand or care. All he knew was how good it felt to be RJ's bitch. Looking into RJ's dark eyes, Randy begged, "Bitch me out!"
RJ grabbed him tightly and pulled him to the floor. Remounting Randy, doggy style, his thrusts seemed even more powerful. Randy's whole body bounced every time RJ's hips collided with his. Randy's erotic groans became louder and louder as RJ hit a spot inside him that sent electric jolts through his body. Even his hole reacted, clenching and unclenching RJ's cock. Beneath him, his own hard cock bounced and drooled as he came closer and closer to cuming.
RJ's thrusts became more frantic as he wrapped his arms around Randy pulling them tighter together. "I'm gonna cum," he shouted. "Your gonna carry my baby!"
Hearing those words sent Randy into another orgasm. His hard cock shot load after load of cum onto the floor. The quivering in his hole sent RJ's over the top into his first stag cum. Randy could hear his growls and feel RJ's body tremble as the cum flowed into his fertile hole. It filled him full and he could feel the excess pouring down his thighs as RJ's orgasm ripped through him. Feeling the seed flow and warm his insides sent Randy into a third orgasm. He lost strength in his arms and collapsed to the cum covered floor, RJ falling on top of him, still connected, still pumping cum into him.
After what seems like an eternity, RJ stopped trembling. "Fuuuuuuuck," he groaned. "That was the best fuck I ever had. Your a great piece of ass, Randy."
Randy lay in bed as Israel held him and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I've been wondering what it was like for you. Now I know. Fuck, Babe, it's increadible."
"You liked getting some cock, huh, Daddy," teased Israel.
"Yeah, I have to admit I did. And RJ is such a fucking stud. He's going to make a lot of bucks very happy."
"Just like you did, Daddy," said Israel as he leaned into to kiss his stag-buck.