Dallas strutted into the locker room, the thunderous applause of the stadium still echoing in his ears. His fur was all completely soaked with sweat beneath his gear, but he didn’t mind that at all. As the star of the football team, the chocolate colored anthro arcanine played a key part in his team’s victory. The scent of the field’s grass and the harsh reek of so much sweat from his fellow players filled the air around him. He wore his wet and clinging jersey with pride, the sweat-soaked fabric clinging to his toned, wide and firm fluffy fur-covered chest. His teammates cheered and slapped him on the back as they passed, their energy transferring and keeping him hyped.

"Alright, guys!" Dallas announced, his voice echoing through the locker room, getting the attention of his teammates. "Tonight, we party like champions!"

The locker room erupted into cheers as the other members gathered around him, their spirits just as high as his own. The other players, being different kinds of pokémon, were all on board with celebrating their win. Crash the Rhydon, raised his voice above the others. "Hell yeah, Dallas! Party at my place!" He was the usual host for these events and was always keen to throw one, being the frat boy party type. 

Dallas grinned, his sharp teeth gleaming in the flickering fluorescent lights. "Just get the usual stuff. The drinks, snacks...you know the drill. I'll be bringing the ‘special entertainment’." It was agreed upon and after changing and leaving the locker room, the arcanine went back to his dorm where he found his roommate, Gordie.

The plump bodied, short granbull had always been the quiet and shy one, preferring to stay inside and play video games when he wasn't studying. It was actually a good thing for Dallas and the other football players. Having someone so studious came in clutch because Gordie was very willing to tutor others if they were falling behind. A few times already the purple canine made sure he and other members of the football team understood their classwork so they could keep their grades up, keeping them on the team. And in exchange for helping him out, Dallas made sure to "reward" Gordie in various ways when they were in private.

In fact Gordie had saved them just a few days ago, helping Dallas and other crucial members of the team study for a test just the day before. It took them nearly all night but when the next day came and the test was over, all of the football players were pleased to learn they had passed. That alone made Gordie due for a reward. But Dallas had something special in mind for the granbull this time: asking him to come along with him to the party that would be happening at Crash's house, which was located on campus.

"You want me to go?" Gordie asked with clear surprise in his voice. 

"Would you rather stay here all alone?" Dallas responded playfully, making his friend smile and chuckle.

"Okay, I'll be there," Gordie agreed.

Dallas was glad to hear it, especially because Gordie was suspecting nothing out of the ordinary. Now that the "special entertainment" was secured, Dallas left again to help out the others with the party...

***

Crash's house was a sight to behold. The lights were low and changed colors at intervals, the music was loud, and the air itself was charged with this infectious energy. By the time the sun set and night came, the party officially started. It quickly grew in size, attended by the team and other students that were drawn in by the thumping music. It was open to anyone who wanted to attend, so through word of mouth and texts, Crash’s large place was soon full of partygoers, making said party all the wilder. Those just arriving were treated to the sight of the house decked out in the team's colors, with streamers and balloons on the outside but past the front door, the place  was alive with activity. Everyone was feeling good: talking, dancing, and just hanging out. The drinks flowed freely, and the snacks were disappearing as quickly as they were being replenished.

Gordie felt a bit out of place among the rowdy football players still riding the rush of their big win and so many others that he didn't know, getting themselves good and loose. He was dressed in his usual sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, a stark contrast to some of the team still wearing their jerseys or those just showing up wearing more flashy outfits, using the party as a chance to attract some attention of their own. His heart thumped in his chest as he nervously sipped his soda, watching the others drink various alcohols.

Dallas’ fiery red eyes scanned throughout the room, observing the crowd with a knowing smile. He was dressed down in a casual t-shirt and shorts both a bit tight fitting to really show off his body. His tail swished with excitement, when he laid eyes on the fairy-type canine. He approached Gordie with a glint in his eye. "You okay, man?"

Gordie nodded, trying to ignore nervousness that kept his chest feeling tight. "Yeah, just taking it all in," he said, his voice barely audible over the general noise of the party.

"Good," Dallas said with a wink. "Remember, you're part of the team too. You helping me and the others out with all those study sessions keeps us in the GPA range. You should cut loose for once!" He slapped Gordie on the back, sending a jolt of warmth through the granbull but also making him spill his soda, the last soda that was available, leaving only alcohol...

Gordie felt a bit awkward, his cheeks burning, but he knew that Dallas was just trying to make him feel included. He nodded and took a deep breath, trying to push aside his nerves. As the night went on, the party grew wilder. The music was louder, the laughter more raucous, and the air grew thick with the scents of sweat and spilled drinks. He ended up trying some of the alcoholic drinks, starting with the light ones. Having a few left him feeling a buzz and he wasn’t as nervous. 

By then Dallas felt it was finally time to take things to the next level. He climbed up on a table, to get everyone's attention. "Listen up, everyone!" he shouted over the music. "You know we've all worked hard for this victory. And you know what they say: a job well done deserves a good reward!" The room hushed, all eyes on him. "So, I've got a surprise for you all!"

Gordie felt his heart racing as Dallas looked over the crowd and pointed at him. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you, the unsung hero of our team's success… Gordie!" The granbull's eyes widened as so many turned to look at him, some with confusion, others with knowing smirks.

The music dropped, and Dallas hopped off the table, making his way through the throng of partygoers that stepped aside for him. All until he reached the other canine pokemon. He grabbed Gordie's hand, and pulled him along. "C'mon, buddy," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and mischief. "You've earned this." Gordie just went along with it as Dallas was leading his friend not just through the crowd but further out to the backyard, with the rest of the football team and others following to see what would happen.

The backyard was lit up with string lights hanging high above and some torches. The two canines were still in front with everyone else behind them as they walked.  Dallas turned to Gordie, his expression serious yet playful. "You know what's about to go down, don't you?" Gordie's throat was dry, but he managed a nod, his heart starting to pound in his chest. 

Dallas looked him over, then leaned in close. "You're going to give everyone a little show," he whispered in Gordie's ear. "Just relax and enjoy it, okay?"

Gordie swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the circle of teammates that had formed around them. Ronin, the burly Emboar, smirked, the fire from his body illuminating himself and those standing close to him. Rich the Rillaboom, nodded in approval, not being much of a talker. Crash, ever the party animal, was already chanting, "Strip, strip, strip!"

Dallas took Gordie's hand, as the smaller canine felt his legs wobble slightly from the excitement and alcohol, but the firmness of Dallas' grip was surprisingly reassuring. "Remember, Gordie," Dallas whispered, "just have fun. You're the star of the night."

The crowd grew restless, their cheers and catcalls urging them on. Gordie took a deep breath and let Dallas guide him through the motions. His shyness washed away under the intense gazes of his teammates, replaced by an unfamiliar thrill that sent a shiver down his spine. 

Crash couldn't wait any longer. "C'mon, Dallas, get him going!" he roared.

 "Alright, Gordie, it's showtime!" He shoved the smaller canine forwards, bringing full attention to him. Everyone was looking and chanting, all wanting the same thing from him…

Gordie took a deep breath, his paws fumbling with the top of his sweatpants. The crowd's cheers grew louder, spurring him on. The fabric slipped down, revealing his plump, furry thighs. His cock was already half-erect, but looked big. It was a sight that had plenty of the watching females cheering while some guys were feeling either jealous, off put, or feeling some kind of budding desire for the first time…

Exposing himself to everyone, Gordie looked at the ground, his face hot with embarrassment, but Dallas' voice was like a gentle push. "Look up, buddy," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Let's show everyone what you're really made of."

He saw the crowd gasping and murmuring, their eyes glued to the small chubby granbull's generously sized while about average in length, it was extraordinarily thick like the rest of his body. Dallas stepped closer, reaching one of his large hands down to grip and stroke the thick cock to full mast. 

"Look at him," Dallas said, his voice carrying over the murmurs of the crowd. "This is what a real champion looks like." His grip tightened, and he gave Gordie's cock a playful squeeze, making the granbull gasp. "You've earned this, Gordie. Now let's show everyone just how much you can handle."

There was a new excitement in the air that grew all the more palpable as Gordie looked around. The surrounding football players’ were all looking rather knowing, as if they had been expecting this, while everyone else was showing some kind of surprise.  The music had died down to a low rhythmic pulse inside of the house, making it all the easier for Gordie and those close enough to hear his own heavy breathing. "Just go with it," Dallas said with a chuckle. "They're all here to worship you."

Gordie took another deep breath and closed his eyes, finding comfort in his friend's firm grip. He felt the warmth of the fire-type’s hand spread further through his body. When he opened his eyes again, he saw Ronin, the other fire-type, licking his lips as he stared at Gordie's cock. The sight sent even more excitement through him, and his cock started to throb even more.

Crash stepped forward, the rhydon’s beer sloshing in his hand. "Damn, Gordie. I didn't know you were this big..." Crash didn't consider himself outright gay, but he could at least appreciate another guy’s size. And being the boldest among them and drunk enough to try anything once, he was the first to actually get down on his knees, aligning his muzzle with Gordie's crotch. While Dallas continued to stroke Gordie's cock, Crash took it upon himself to give the first lick to the purple canine’s balls, which were bigger and heavier than he would have expected.

Ronin couldn't resist anymore either. He knelt beside Crash, his eyes burning with lust. "Mind if I get in on this?" he asked, not really waiting for an answer as he opened his mouth wide, engulfing just the tip of Gordie's cock. The granbull's eyes fluttered as he felt the heat and wetness of the emboar's mouth. The feeling was unexpected but embraced immediately. The crowd around them grew quieter still, the only sounds to be heard were the slurping and the occasional gasp from Gordie.

Dallas chuckled, watching his plan unfold perfectly. He moved his hand down to continue stimulating Gordie's shaft, his thumb circling the sensitive area just between the cock's base and where the balls started. The smaller dog’s legs trembled, and he leaned into the touch, letting out a low moan. The sight was too much for Rich the Rillaboom, who stepped forward and joined in, his eyes never leaving Gordie's overall loins. He took the other heavy ball that Crash wasn't licking in his mouth, sucking gently as Gordie's hips bucked in response.

The partygoers watching were starting to get into it as well. The overall arousal from the football players’ actions was radiating out towards them, making them feel differently about what they were seeing. None of them had expected to see their star players doing something like this and certainly not in public. Gordie's breath grew shallower, his cock throbbing even more from all the direct stimulation. He was the star of the show, and the pressure was building inside him, the sensations overwhelming. He didn't know how long he could hold out...

Crash looked up at him with a mischievous glint in his eye, beer foam still clinging to his muzzle. "You like that, Gordie?" he taunted after pulling back, his voice low and lustful. "You're gonna make us all work for it, aren't you?" His rough tongue gave another lick before he followed Rich's lead, taking the ball into his mouth, lavishing it with soft licks and sucks.

Gordie’s breaths came in ragged gasps; he found it hard to just form the words to announce his climax. The combination of Dallas's skilled hand and the wet, warm mouths of the other football players was more than he could handle. His body took over, and with a loud moan that was part pleasure, part embarrassment, he came. Dallas was quick to pull the granbull back enough to make his cock slip from Ronin's mouth, happening just before thick ropes of cum shot out, painting Crash and Ronin's faces, their eyes wide with surprise.

Crash pulled back, feeling pure shock from getting marked with another guy’s cum for the first time. The beer he'd been holding onto finally dropped from his hand, dumping onto the grass as he was further hit with Gordie's essence. Ronin took the brunt of it, his cheeks and snout coated in the sticky mess. Rich, who was still working on one of Gordie's balls, got a bit of it as well, earning himself a thick line of seed streaking across his cheek. The crowd let out a mix of gasps and cheers, some females covering their mouths in shock while others leaned in closer, wanting to get a closer look to make sure they weren’t seeing things. Those plump balls weren’t for show and Gordie was releasing enough for all of 3 of the jocks kneeling before the chubby nerd. Some took their phones out to take pictures or record them getting hit in the face with another guy’s spunk. 

Gordie's knees buckled, and he would have fallen if not for Dallas's firm grip. The bigger anthro pokemon held him up, stroking his cock through the aftershocks of his orgasm. "You did it," he whispered, pride evident in his voice. "You're a natural."

But this was just the beginning. With a smirk, Dallas’ locked eyes with his teammates, his own cock standing tall and proud. It was even larger in its fully erected state, its color being the same dark brown shade as his fur. "Now it's our turn," he challenged, his voice a deep rumble that made the granbull gulp. Ronin chuckled, his face still smeared with Gordie's cum, but his and the others’ eyes were now on Dallas. They knew what was coming next.

Gordie was turned around to face Dallas' mighty erection, his eyes tracing the veins that bulged along the shaft and the plum-sized head that was already glistening with pre-cum. Even though he had seen it so many times, having it throb in front of his face was something he just couldn't ever get used to.

"Now the party really starts," Dallas said as he placed his hand on Gordie's head, having a grip on it that he used to push the granbull's head down. Gordie didn't put up much resistance, letting the thick tip slide past his lips. The musky taste filled his mouth as Dallas pushed his cock in deeper. The arcanine groaned in pleasure, his tail wagging already. "Yeah, you know what to do. Don’t you, buddy?" Though he had told the team to shower, he and most of them had simply gotten changed, being too excited and eager to get the party going. But he knew that Gordie liked it.

Indeed the granbull's eyes were lidding as he both tasted and smelled the arcanine's strong musk, being extra strong from all of the effort Dallas put into making sure they won that game. His head already buzzed from the alcohol he drank earlier, and combined with the bigger pokemon's intoxicating sweaty smell…Gordie was all but drooling on Dallas' cock as he let more of it fill his mouth and reach into his throat. 

Now Dallas was the one groaning as he felt the tightness and heat of Gordie's windpipe. Those watching saw the way that bulldog pokemon’s throat was starting to bulge and yet he was still handling Dallas' large cock, even all the way down to the hilt.

Crash only then managed to shake off the shock of taking someone else's cum to the face, wiping a glob of cum off with the back of his hand. "Hell yeah!" he shouted, pumping his fist in the air. "Take it, Gordie!"

Dallas' grip on Gordie's head grew firmer as he started to fuck the granbull's face, his hips moving with the same power and precision that had led them to victory on the field. Gordie's eyes watered from the strain of his windpipe getting stretched around the shaft, how roughly it was already plunging its way in and out repeatedly.  But he didn't resist, his cheeks bulging as he took the full length of the arcanine's cock head on. The crowd around them grew more excited, some even raising their voices "Fuck him, Dallas! Fuck him hard!"

Crash and Ronin watched with envy, their own cocks growing hard as they saw the smaller canine being used right in front of them. The sight was too tempting for them to resist. Crash reached down and grabbed at his own shorts, dropping them to fish fat uncut cock out from his sweaty jockstrap. Matching his typing, the erection was rock hard and leaking plenty of precum. Ronin joined in as well, showing off his cock that was even bigger than Crash's and a pair of heavy balls that were looking pretty full too. They started to tease themselves while watching Dallas rocking his hips hard and pushing Gordie's head down in time with every thrust, making the granbull gag every time. 

The pressure of Dallas' cock in his throat, the cheers of the crowd, and the knowing eyes of the other players all added to the thrill. He always enjoyed the private moments with Dallas, but the raw, public display was something entirely new, and his body was responding with an enthusiasm he didn’t expect. He could feel the arousal growing in his own cock, slapping against his thigh with each of Dallas' rough thrusts. 

Dallas' eyes were squeezed shut, his teeth gritted in pleasure as he used Gordie's mouth like a fuck toy. His hips bucked hard, slamming Gordie’s head down in time with his thrusts. The sound of his thick shaft hitting the back of Gordie's throat added to the symphony of closer grunts and the cheers that were a bit more distant. The arcanine's muscles rippled with each movement, his tail wagging so fast it was almost a blur. His balls were already starting to churn, a clear sign that he was getting close to his own climax.

Gordie's eyes were still watering and his throat was raw from the harshness that had been constant, but he was in heaven. Not just having the chance to throat such a huge cock but his moving tongue was lapping up all of its flavor. Every time his head was pushed down, he was treated to the full brunt of the bigger canine’s post-game reek. He could feel the eyes of the crowd on him, their desire and excitement feeding his own. As the arcanine’s groans were turning into growls… They were all waiting for it, their eyes glued to the action, not wanting to miss a second. 

"Oh, fuck, Gordie," Dallas growled. "Take it all, you greedy little slut."

With a roar that could rival the crowd's cheering, Dallas reached his peak. He shot his cum down Gordie's throat with such force that had the substance flowing back into the granbull’s mouth, giving him a full taste of it as well. At first the chubby canine struggled to swallow it all, his cheeks bulging with the excess. The crowd erupted into even louder cheers and applause, their excitement reaching a fever pitch. They were fully into now; taking more pictures and videos of the arcanine’s climactic expression as he held Gordie’s head to his crotch. Dallas's hips jerked one final time, and he pulled out then, leaving the granbull gasping for air, a trail of cum connecting his mouth to the other canine's cocktip.

"Alright, move over!" Crash, his own desire now reaching a boiling point, couldn't wait any longer. He all but pushed Dallas out of the way, his cock bobbing with excitement. He grabbed Gordie by the shoulders, practically throwing him onto the beer pong table that had been set up earlier. The plastic cups scattered everywhere as the rhydon positioned himself behind the groaning granbull. Gordie was taken by surprise but quickly braced himself for what was  coming as he felt something hard prodding at his hole. 


The tip was slick with so much precum, and he didn't waste any time pushing it in. Gordie yelped as he felt the pressure of his insides being forced to open up and expand further, his body tensing up from the mix of pleasure and even some pain that it brought him. But the alcohol was helping in making the pain ease away faster than usual. It was soon overridden by the intense pleasure that flooded him as Crash's cock breached his deepest parts. The rhydon's massive shaft felt all the thicker and hotter once it was inside of him, stretching Gordie’s insides in a way that made him feel incredibly full.

Crash didn't give him much time to adjust. He started to fuck Gordie hard right from the start, his hard and heavy body slamming into the granbull's. The table creaked and wobbled under the force of his thrusts, the plastic surface sticky with whatever drinks had been in the now spilled cups. Gordie couldn't stop himself from moaning while the crowd watched in awe at how quickly things had progressed, becoming a full on show of raw, intense fucking, getting to see one of the biggest players on the team rocking his powerful body, getting multiple views of his fat cock when he would pull back. Those at certain angles were also able to see his fat balls, not just the size of them but how they were swinging about. 

"Fuck you're tight!" Completely forgetting about if he was actually into guys or not, the rhydon leaned his huge and heavy body down, all but pinning the fairy-type under him. Gordie's cock was rubbing against the wet and sticky table with every thrust just as the rhydon’s sweaty hide was grinding against his back. The sensation was intense, and he felt his own length throbbing so hard all over again. 

Ronin, not one to be left out, had gone around the table, standing at Gordie's front. Like Dallas had, the emboar was quick to insert his large and musky cock into the granbull's mouth, moving his own hips in a strong and rough manner, pulling and pushing in time with Crash's thrusts on the other end. The emboar's grip was firm, almost painful, but Gordie didn't care. He was lost in all the feelings, smells, and flavors; the world around him narrowing down to the feeling of the two cocks filling him up.

While getting roughly pounded from behind, he was constantly treated to the sharp earthy musk of the other fire type’s crotch, feeling the heat radiating from his large and wide body. 

"You were right, Dallas. His mouth is so fucking good," Ronin growled. Not only was Gordie receiving his shaft, but the willing canine was also lapping his tongue all over, collecting every bit of musk that he could get, giving more pleasure to the fiery porcine in return. Crash grunted in agreement, his hips moving faster, which led to the thrusts growing more powerful with each push.

Gordie could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge already. The roughness of their hands gripping him and pleasure of their large cocks being slammed into him blurred together into something indescribable, something that made him want more. His own cock was throbbing all the harder, leaving a trail of precum on the sticky table beneath him that was layered over itself as more came out. He moaned around Ronin's cock, looking up at the fire/fighting-type’s pleasured expression.

And then, with one final, powerful thrust, Crash reached his climax. He grunted hard through his clenched teeth, his hips jerking as he emptied himself into Gordie's ass, filling the granbull with his hot, sticky loads, making sure that his other end was marked with a potent load. Gordie's body clenched around him, the sensation pushing him over the edge suddenly. His own orgasm ripped through him, his cock spurting cum across the table, mixing with the mess that already covered it.

The feeling of cumming again was pushed to a greater height from the added bursts of sticky heat inside of him. Crash was still cumming, filling him up in the form of jet after jet, all while groaning heavily from the bliss he was feeling... A bit after the next throb and strong spurt, Crash let out a deeply satisfied sigh and pulled out, leading to a heavy splatter spilling out right away. Crash kept backing away, panting heavily as he looked at Gordie’s now stretched and leaking tailhole. 

Ronin took his place, his cock still hard and eager when it was pulled from the granbull's mouth. He didn't give Gordie a chance to rest when he got around. Crash watched as his friend pushed himself inside of the freshly used ass without a moment's hesitation. The granbull's body was now slick with sweat from himself and Crash, along with cum and alcohol, his legs trembling as he took the emboar's large length, feeling stuffed all over again.

The party was in full swing again, now being completely outside. Picking up where it had left off, the music had started again, blaring from the speakers brought into the backyard. But the real show was happening at the beer pong table. The rhythmic slapping of flesh was almost in time with the beat. The moans of Gordie could still be heard, becoming muffled from Rich taking Ronin's previous place. The rillaboom was shoving his own cock into the chubby canine pokemon's mouth, starting off with firm pushes that buried every inch inside.

Gordie's body was a canvas of pleasure, each thrust from Ronin's massive cock sending waves of ecstasy through his body. The emboar's grip on his hips was only getting stronger, digging a bit into his soft fur while pounding away. The only thing keeping him in reality was the taste and smell of Rich's cock in his mouth. The gorilla pokemon had his own musky flavor that was more “grassy” but no less intoxicating, keeping his keen canine nose constantly inhaling and licking all over the pulsing uncut shaft that slipped over his tongue over and over again. 

The emboar's grunts grew deeper and more guttural as he neared his climax. Gordie felt the pressure building up inside of him again, his own cock leaking even more precum onto the sticky table beneath him. The feeling of being filled so intensely again, being used so openly while so many were watching. It was almost too much to handle. On the other end, Rich hadn't stopped fucking his throat so hard, stuffing his oral passage and releasing so much especially viscous and musky precum that Gordie had to swallow with more muffled groans. It was coming out almost like sap, which was rather fitting for a grass-type. 

When Rich came, his thick syrupy seed started filling Gordie’s esophagus up right away, and Gordie responded by swallowing as best he could. Just the feeling of gulping down the grass-type’s hot and especially thick seed, coming out in huge spurts from the plump ape balls; all of those elements were enough to make Gordie cum again, these new loads of seed mixing with everything else that was already on the table. The crowd around them again roared in excitement, some of the bolder guys openly stroking themselves in time with the action. The two pokémon fucking Gordie didn't stop. Rich continued to fuck the granbull through his orgasm, his need for full pleasure overwhelming any sense of mercy or restraint.

Ronin, his own cock now throbbing hard, pulled out of Gordie's ass, his length already swelled and ready to erupt. With a smirk, the fire-type pig kept himself close, watching as Rich’s cock pulled out from the exhausted granbull's ass. He took aim and stroked himself a few times, huffing as he shot his load, the heavy and extra hot ropes of cum painting Gordie's ass and the backside of his balls. 

Crash, his own cock still hard and covered in cum, had enough time to catch his breath. He looked down at the granbull, who was panting heavily, his eyes glazed over. "You're a good boy, aren't you?" he said, patting Gordie's head. The granbull nodded, his body trembling. "Now, let's see if you can handle all of us at once."

The crowd around them had grown even larger, turning into a cacophony of excitement. The four jocks positioned themselves around Gordie, who was still sprawled out on the table, his legs hanging off the edge. Dallas took his place behind him, pushing his still-hard cock back into Gordie's ass with a wet squelch. Gordie let out another moan from being yet again filled up with his friend's size.

Crash, his own lust barely sated, took Gordie's head in his massive hands, guiding the fairy-type’s muzzle back to his cock. The granbull's eyes were unfocused but eager, his tongue darting out to lick the tip before it was pushed back into his mouth. He didn't hold back, fucking Gordie's face with a passion that matched the ferocity of his earlier performance.

Ronin and Rich didn't wait for an invitation. They stepped forward, their cocks standing tall and demanding attention as well. Gordie's paws were already moving, one reaching for Ronin's cock, the other for Rich's. His hands moved with surprising grace and skill, stroking and pumping them in time with the rhythm of the rhydon's thrusts into his throat. The granbull's grip was firm but gentle, his thumb and forefinger working over the sensitive tips. Rich's whole body shuddered, a deep groan rumbling through his chest.

"Fuck, Gordie," Ronin breathed, his eyes never leaving the granbull's face. "You're so good at this."

Gordie could only nod, his tongue also working on Crash's cock as he stroked the others with a desperate need to please. His whole body was on fire, his senses overwhelmed by the scents and tastes of the other male pokémon’s arousal: the strength of their sharp, sweaty odors that kept him wanting for more. He felt a strange pride in being able to handle all of them at once, his body stretched to its limits from both ends, but somehow he was still going strong. There was some discomfort, but it was distant, overshadowed by the intense pleasure and need that coursed through his veins with each thrust and moan.

Dallas' cock was pulsing and so hot inside him, the anthro arcanine's fur brushing against his own as he pumped in and out. Gordie could feel the muscles in his ass clenching around the thick and long shaft, trying to hold onto the feeling of fullness. Meanwhile, Crash's cock was a steel rod in his mouth, filling his throat further and making him gag around it. Yet he managed to keep going, his eyes watering and body trembling from the effort. Neither were holding back as they kept ramming into them. 

Ronin and Rich moaned out as well, getting stroked with the same enthusiasm and skill that had brought them all to this point. His hands quickly got glazed in their precum, and them thrusting in time with his strokes caused them to swell against his hold. Gordie's mind was a whirlwind of sensation, unable to focus on any one thing, his body responding instinctively to the four pokémon claiming him.

Crash was the first to take things further, his hips becoming a blur as his cock slammed into Gordie's throat without mercy from then on. The granbull felt like he was being split apart, his ass tightening further around Dallas' flesh, his mouth kept stretched wide around the rhydon's pumping girth. Yet, he didn't protest, didn't try to pull away. Instead, he pushed back onto Dallas' cock, taking more of him in, his paws moving faster on Ronin and Rich's erections.

They were all close to their limits and Gordie could feel the respective pulses of each cock. His own body was getting struck with so many sensations: each stroke, each thrust, each groan pushing that happened in time with them all getting closer and closer to their breaking point. Dallas's cock was like a piston, pumping in and out of Gordie's ass with a relentless rhythm that had him seeing stars. In time with them he could feel the arcanine's sweat-soaked fur, his bulging muscles grinding against him with every powerful thrust. 

Crash felt it too, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he observed the pleasured expressions of all his friends. The sight was too much to bear, and with a thrust that came harder than the ones before, he shot his load deep down Gordie's throat. The granbull swallowed reflexively, his throat contracting around the thick shaft, milking every last drop from the jock's balls. The crowd's roar grew louder as they watched some of the seed still spilling past the fairy-type’s wrapped lips.

Ronin and Rich were next, their cocks pulsing in Gordie's paws as he stroked them faster, harder. They could feel the tension building, their own orgasms rushing towards them like a freight train. With a grunt, Ronin came, his cum spurting onto Gordie's face and weighing down the fur of his mouth, chin, and neck in a heavy glazing of so much fire pig jizz, made extra warm thanks to his fire-typing. Rich followed close behind, his fragrant and sap-like cum was especially clinging and sticky. Gordie's eyes were half-closed, his expression one of pure bliss as he was showered with their respective essences, the scent of both reaching his keen nose.

The only one left was Dallas, still humping hard into Gordie's clenching ass, his hips moving in a furious dance of pleasure. Gordie's whole body was shaking as the arcanine's cock hit his prostate with every thrust. The crowd was brewing with growing anticipation, a majority of the onlookers either teasing themselves or outright pleasuring themselves, eagerly awaiting the grand finale.

With a final roar, Dallas' hips stuttered, and he came deep inside Gordie, filling him with a torrent of hot cum, even more than before. Gordie's body tightened around him, and he came again, his cum mixing with the thick ropes of seed that already painted the beer pong table. The crowd erupted in a frenzy, more than a few finally reaching their own limits in time with the jocks’. 

Crash pulled out of Gordie's mouth with a wet pop, his cock still hard and pulsing. He stepped back, admiring the mess he had made, a proud smile on his face. Ronin and Rich followed suit, their cocks still glistening with cum. Gordie's paws fell to the side of the table, his whole body loose and spent. He was a sticky mess, but he didn't care.

"You did so good, buddy," Dallas said while his cock was still inside of Gordie’s ass, his voice thick with lust and affection. "You made this party the best it's ever been."

***

"I'm…still pretty sore." It was the next day and Gordie was in the living room of Crash’s place, instead of his dorm, the living room itself being empty of any partygoers. Dallas had stayed beside Gordie throughout the night and was there for him in the morning too. Sat down with Gordie in his lap, cradling the chubby pokémon against his chest. The granbull's eyes were half-closed, his whole body being pretty sensitive, both inside and out. It wasn’t just from all the pounding he received, but also from a hangover he was suffering from. 

Crash, Rich, and Ronin were there too, making repeated appearances as they were cleaning up the place. The inside of the large house, the front yard, and the backyard as well. But throughout they did their best to check in on the bulldog pokemon. 

"You okay?" Crash asked, his voice softer than it had been all night.

Gordie nodded, leaning into Dallas' embrace. "Yeah," he said. "More than okay."

Though Dallas wasn’t helping them clean, they decided it was best for him to support Gordie instead. After all they still felt like they owed the smaller pokemon a lot and he deserved his rest after all the fun he provided them. 

So soon after all the wild partying, they were all looking forward to the next time, the hungover canine included…