[center][b]Adding To The Usual[/b][/center]

[center]By Kaydrien Iceclaw[/center]





The sequence was a stereotype. Kissing, oral, anal. You saw it on all sorts of gay porn all the time. Stories, comics, film, didn’t matter. Almost always that order, or so it seemed.

Josh and Richard didn’t do things that way.

“I’m almost there…” Rich gasped, breathy with exertion. To be fair the goat [i]was[/i] doing almost all of the work, standing with bent legs at the edge of the bed with josh’s thighs rubbing at the outside of his hips. The pair’s cocks, slimy with precum, were pressed against each other in Richard’s fist. 

This was their usual. The second intimate thing they had done together as a couple, after the handjob Josh had started on the third date gave way to frottage as an idea. 

It was good. Both boyfriends were thoroughly turned on by rubbing their dicks together, shafts either parallel between them or facing opposite directions to thrust and rub until they came on each other’s pubes and balls. Tab A on Tab B just… [i]worked[/i].

Josh grunted, shivering as his boyfriend’s long cock shot spurted grey-white semen over his brown belly fur. He felt the caprine’s large balls resting heavily on his tail while they churned out their load onto him, a comfortably intimate weight.

That load was always prodigious as always. The raccoon figured it was only natural, given the size of Richard’s balls. A stray shot reached as far as his chin, the other pumps pooling in the fur of his stomach.

A shame it made such a mess, but always worth it.

“Should I try to keep going?” Richard puffed, looking down at Josh with his slitted amber eyes, expression soft and voice uncertain. “I think I can go a little longer before I go lose the wood.”

“Nah.”

Richard, looking a little relieved but also a little disappointed that he was not to be encouraged into overstimulation today, stepped to the side and flopped onto the bed beside him. Paused, enjoying the softness of the mattress. And then reached over to wrap his fingers around Josh’s hard and slickened length.

After only two strokes, Josh took the hand by the wrist and gently disengaged it from his penis.

“No…” Josh started, but lost momentum.

“Is something wrong?”

The goat propped himself up on his elbow, horned visage looking down into the face of his lover with brow wrinkled in concern.

“No, nothing like that.” The raccoon found himself reaching for his cock, settled for brushing fingers through the still mostly dry fur of his inner thigh. “It’s just… You ever think we should try something else?”

Richard wrapped one arm around Josh’s shoulder, snuggling him into his chest. “How do you mean?”

“I mean, this is what we always do.” Richard’s pecs were soft. Really, just this side of being moobs topping his mild beer gut. Perfect for nuzzling into in a cuddle Josh thought, and he did. “It’s good, really good, but… I was watching this porno, right?”

Having watched his share of erotic film both before and after getting together with his procyonid boyfriend (and with full permission to continue doing so on both sides), Richard nodded. In the act he bumped the top of the raccoon’s head with his chin, as he often absentmindedly did. Josh didn’t even really mind anymore.

“And I was getting to think.” This was harder to say than Josh had expected. But he knew there was really no reason to be hesitant with this easygoing softy. “They do all sorts of things, right? I guess it’s usually the same things, really, but I kinda realized we never-“

Josh stumbled over his wording, trying to fit the ideas together in a way that would be coherent outside of his head. The slab of male goat cuddled to his side patiently gave him the time to do so, bless him.

“I mean.” Josh started over. “Like, nine times out of ten, if it’s guy on guy, they meet, they do… whatever, who cares about the plot, right? And then one of them sucks the other guy’s cock, and then they, um, usually take it in the butt. Right? Or I guess the other guy sucks him, or… That’s how it goes. But we kinda have never done any of that.”

Richard’s chin bumped the top of Josh’s head again, his hand gently rubbing the raccoon’s shoulder. “I guess not, huh.”

“Yeah.”

Josh lay there in his embrace, wondering if Richard would ask the obvious question. Or rather when he would ask. He [i]would[/i], he was a big, giving, loving sweetheart who knew his BF sometimes needed gentle prodding. 

Eventually. Richard moved at a slow, deliberate pace.

Josh, anxious streak riled up, cracked and asked first. “Can we try some of that?”

“Sure.” Richard answered easily. “You want me to suck your dick, then?”

“Actually, I’m  kind of more interested to try sucking on yours…” Josh admitted, looking down at the nub of pink still peeking out of Richard’s sheath. “But you kinda just came. I was thinking of trying, like… the other part. You know.”

Richard leaned back from him, fur rustling against the sheets. “You mean anal?”

“Yeah. That.” The raccoon agreed, timid but relieved. “I was kind of thinking, since I’m still hard and all, maybe I could… um… fuck your butt.”

The delay between finishing that sentence and Richard nodding his agreement with a smile was too long. But then, for the high-strung raccoon any duration greater than zero seconds would have felt too long.

“I’ve never done it.” Richard drawled. “So I’m no expert, but don’t we need some lube to make it work? I don’t think I have any.”

Josh blinked at him. For a moment he feared that the moment would pass, they’d both think better of it, it would never come up again, he’d have to work up his nerve from the beginning. And then inspiration struck.

He scooped a glob of goat cum off of his stomach, rolled the gooey semen between his fingers. “…I think this would work…?”

“It came out of me.” Richard allowed, shifting his weight. “Shouldn’t be any reason it can’t go back in. Lemme get into position. Doggystyle all right?”

“Yeah, perfect.” 

Josh, from his view of the goat shuffling onto all fours on the mattress, immediately decided he liked at least this part. The shifting of Richard’s well-padded glutes and swinging of his balls as witnessed from this angle was quite nice. 

With his dry hand he pushed himself upward, sitting up beside the ‘assume-the-position’ed caprine. He scooched over, put his cummy hand carefully between Richard’s buttcheeks. 

He found that he had rubbed the collected jizz off almost immediately on the inner side of those caked-up hams, well before he had located Richard’s pucker.

Well, no matter. He retrieved another handful from his belly-fur and, this time, reached to spread that asscrack wide enough to see.

Richard twitched, tail flicking, and he stopped instantly. “Ohgosh, you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“I’m good. Just surprised by the draft. I think we have the AC up a little high.” Richard assured with an approving nod back at his lover. “Don’t worry, just keep going and I’ll tell ya if I need you to stop.”

Reassured, the raccoon levered his boyfriend’s asscrack open once more, this time achieving his goal of smearing goat cum around his tailstar. When the pucker was glistening he carefully prodded a finger into the middle and pressed. Gently.

The finger tip sat there, against the hole.

“…Are you gonna go in, or…?”

“Um, yes.” Josh assured. Too gentle, it seemed. Following the implied suggestion to go harder he gradually applied more pressure. He was at more than double the honestly timid amount of force he had started with when the finger popped in to the tight and unused (but also unresisting) anus.

He nearly jerked all the way back out in surprise, but gulped down the startlement instead. “You’re really warm inside.”

“Thanks. Go on.”

Encouraged, Josh pushed his finger into the hot hole to the tune of another knuckle’s worth, feeling around. “And it doesn’t hurt?”

“Nah.” Richard said. The goat may have been understating the discomfort just a bit- he did that, sometimes, aware of Josh’s tendency to over-empathize. But they had reached an equilibrium on that aspect of their relationship ages ago. If there was real, [i]actual[/i] pain Richard could be counted on to speak up. “Mebbe just a little ache-y, I guess. It’s easing off.”

“Okay…” Josh explored around a little further, finding Richard’s back passage was a fair bit more expansive once he was past that first ring of muscle. There was something of a curve, and some texture. And he wasn’t sure but he thought if he felt around in a generally forward direction, that slight resistance might be Richard’s prostate. He pushed at it a few times.

“Now [i]that[/i] feels a bit strange.” The goat volunteered. 

“…Good?”

“Not sure yet. Come on, put another finger in there. You’re thicker than one.”

“R-right.” Josh glanced down at his own erection where it stood between his legs, trying to gauge. Yes, he probably was more than one finger. Maybe as wide around as two? 

Josh wasn’t nearly as long as his boyfriend in that department: Richard’s cock was about eight inches from base to tip, compared to Josh’s five. But he thought he was a bit thicker, on average. His shaft curved forward at the base and then back at the tip. He might privately compare the shape, at least vaguely, to those cool Egyptian swords… however he was supposed to pronounce the name. Just as well he had never been tempted to voice that embarrassingly dorky comparison aloud. (Richard’s dick would have to be an estoc, slim and straight.)

Two fingers, he decided, wrenching his train of thought back onto the tracks. Carefully he wedged the tip of his middle finger in alongside with the first. Richard grunted slightly in response, and Josh paused, but when no protest was forthcoming he slowly proceeded to slide both in as far as he could.

It was definitely a tight squeeze. Richard’s sphincter, which twitched occasionally despite any efforts he was making to the contrary, pushed Josh’s bony middle knuckles against one another. But as he had already noted the goat’s anus was more open past that first hurdle. And as he explored around inside, moving his fingers softly this way and that and tapping at what he had decided probably was Richard’s prostate, the hole gradually loosened to a noticeable degree.

“…I think you’re ready.” Josh announced, and immediately backpedaled just in case he was imposing. “If that’s all right with you, I mean.”

Richard’s head tilted to the side in consideration, then his horns bobbed away from Josh with his nod. “Yeah. Go for it.”

Removing his hands from Richard’s ass, the raccoon nervously pulled his legs up onto the bed. Coming up to his knees he shuffled himself behind the chubby goat. 

Josh felt strange to realize he couldn’t actually see any of the results of his fingering. Even after taking a buttock in each hand to pull them apart, it didn’t look terribly different from the first glimpse he’d had a minute ago. Just wetter. [i]Maybe[/i] a little… disheveled? But he felt as if it ought to be gaping open.

Which was silly, he suddenly realized. He’d just been thinking about porn he’d seen, he damn well ought to know that even a horsecock could fit in an ass without permanently busting it. If a little femboy porn star’s hole could stand up to the sort of abuse he’d witnessed repeatedly on stream, how could his little fingers leave a visible impact on a substantial goat-cake like Richard?

He snorted at the thought.

Buoyed by that little bit of self-awareness, he levered his cocktip down to his boyfriend’s ass while holding one cheek to the side with his other hand. “I’m going to do it now.”

Richard shot him a thumbs up without looking back. “Go for it.”

Josh did. He placed his tip right up against the slickened hole and pushed, a little faster than he had intended, expecting more resistance given that first attempt with the finger and not finding it. More of the shaft slid into the lubed butt than he had intended. Once again the warmth- compared to his or Richard’s hand, say- surprised him, and he stopped suddenly. “It’s definitely different.”

“Different from the fingers, too.”

The raccoon pushed in a little further, moving his hips experimentally to see what angle mattered if any. Richard’s outer ring clenched down on his length, making him throb.

He slowly fed the rest of himself in… as much as he could. Josh found that his boyfriends bountiful cake met his hips before more than a third of his cock was properly inside the goat’s rear. A harder push brought the fraction up to, he estimated, something like two thirds. That was as far as he could get.

Briefly, he pulled the buns apart for better access. This gave him the somewhat surreal sight of his cock actually inside his boyfriend. Josh felt… strange about that. It was erotic, certainly. But there was something else about it that didn’t feel quite right. 

Josh decided it was just that he wasn’t used to the idea, despite being the one to propose it.

In any case it wasn’t giving him much more than another quarter inch of penetration. And he was starting to feel a little uncomfortable pulling as hard as he was on Richard’s buttocks. That couldn’t be comfortable, surely? He let go, the glutes bouncing back against each other and sandwiching his cock in the process as if eager to make it up to the portion of his erection they were blocking.

He pulled back and gave a thrust.

Humping into a moist warm hole was certainly a different experience than being in Richard’s hand or against the goat’s penis. Softer, and with a more even pressure all around. As he pumped away, gradually finding a rhythm (and accidentally slipping out only once) he found himself surprised that Richard’s ass wasn’t all that tight. From the porn banter he’d kind of expected a butthole to try to squeeze his penis right off, but the only place Richard was particularly squeezing was right there at the entrance. Not that it was at all unpleasant, but not quite what he had expected. Perhaps he was spoiled by Richard’s firm grip.

“How does it feel?” Josh risked asking, continuing to fuck the thicc rear.

“It’s okay so far.” Richard said. “You were touching something with your fingers a minute ago, that sort of seemed like it might work. Do you think you can find it?”

“I’ll try.” 

The raccoon lifted himself a little higher. Trying to feel around with his cock turned out to be actually pretty hard to do. The male penis might be a very sensitive organ but it was not, now that it came down to it, a precision sensing instrument. Although… “I think I feel your heartbeat.”

“That’s neat.”

That notwithstanding, Josh conceded to himself that he couldn’t remotely tell by touch whether anything his penis was touching was Richard’s prostate. So he just did his best to angle somewhat downward and hope for the best. 

Surprisingly little time elapsed before he realized he was going to cum. The frot session had left him quite worked up after all, and fingering his boyfriend had not been such a long- nor, frankly, unsexy- process to let him calm down all the way.

“I’m going to cum.” Josh said, uncertain he meant the statementas a warning, an apology, or just a point of reference.

“Go for it.”

The raccoon’s balls tensed, prostate pumping his jizz into the man he loved. With a slight groan he remembered he was adding his cum to the goat’s, mixing them together. Always something they both found hot when they happened to climax together, and he wondered if that aspect of using Richard’s release as lube had occurred to the other male.

When it was done, he pulled out, gentle this time in deference to his own post-orgasm sensitivity rather than Richard’s comfort. He lowered himself to the side, falling to the mattress beside his boyfriend not unlike how Richard had done beside him after his own climax.

He waited, heart beating, while the goat went into an impromptu stretch as a midpoint to lowering himself down to the bed on his stomach.

Post-nut clarity was a concept Josh had never experienced. But, as sometimes happened in an extension of his usual temperament, he did get post-nut [i]anxiety[/i] on occasion. How did Richard feel? What if he didn’t feel the same way as Josh did? Had he gone too hard?  He hadn’t made most of the usual noises he did when he was particularly enjoying a fuck. But then he hadn’t been paying too much attention, busy trying to handle the mechanics instead, so maybe there had been happy noises he missed.

“How…” Josh gulped. He did his best to force down the nerves, remembering how Richard had comforted him after the one times he had stayed silent and worried himself into a panic attack. (It had been a very bad day at work. They both agreed afterward that Josh had really needed a nap and maybe a stiff drink at that particular time, instead of an especially vigorous cock-on-cock session.) He took a deep breath, and another one, and started to feel a little better. “…How was it?’

“It was… interesting. Not bad…” Richard said cautiously. He awkwardly lifted an arm to the angle needed to pat the raccoon beside him, rubbing at his boyfriend’s belly. “I don’t think I like it as much as rubbing dicks.”

“Okay.” Josh sighed in an obscure relief. Well, maybe he ought to feel his lovemaking skills insulted, but really it was just nice to be on the same page. “I think I feel the same way. Like… your butt is really nice and all. Just maybe mostly for looking at. And cuddling.”

Richard snorted, happily. “Glad you think so.” 

“Thanks for letting me try, anyway.”

“You’re welcome.” The goat paused, and adjusted his position, shifting to lay back against the pillows and headboard of their bed. Deliberately, giving Josh a Look, he spread his legs to aim his package straight at the raccoon. “Ya know, I think it’s been long enough. If you want to try sucking me we could do that now.”

Josh blinked at him, then looked down between the goat’s legs. Richard’s penis wasn’t hard to miss, pink against the white of his fur. As he looked, Richard took hold of it and worked it up to three-quarters mast invitingly.

The raccoon weighed his options. He balanced the qualified failure of anal sex against the possibility of trying something else new. If Richard didn’t enjoy it, he’d… well, he’d feel terrible for bringing it all up.

[i]But[/i] he dutifully added; Richard wouldn’t hold it against him. Really, he wouldn’t- Josh knew that. Or rather, even if it went spectacularly badly, Richard would still be totally content to- ahem- go back to ‘holding it against him’ just like they had been. And he wouldn’t want to make Richard upset by being upset because he thought Richard was/ought to be upset… He had specifically promised to be better about that.

“I really don’t deserve you.” Josh smiled, with only a little effort.

“Yes you do.” Richard corrected him, no doubt intuiting what was going on in the raccoon’s head. “Now, do you want my dick in your mouth, or should I just cuddle the hell out of you until you’re forced to admit you’re a wonderful, perfect boyfriend?”

Josh giggled. “Okay, I’ll put your cock in my mouth, just have mercy!”

“No promises. Try to have fun, right?”

Richard stroked his face and softly guided the raccoon’s head down between his legs. Then, graciously, he let go to allow the raccoon to go at his own pace.

In his mind, Josh had imagined that he would just… open his mouth and glomp onto it, start sucking and licking and whatever else one did. At least he was pretty sure that it was mostly licking and sucking and head-bobbing. Dang, why hadn’t he read up on this?

But now that he was face-to-cock that felt like it would be rushing. Especially after the prep work for the ultimately mediocre buttsex. Surely, even if there wasn’t the same risk of hurting Richard, working his way up would be a good move. And he could see if any mysteries of oral sex revealed themselves in the process.

He sniffed at the goat’s sheath, acclimatizing himself to its near presence. Unsurprisingly he caught a whiff of the bleach-like smell of cum, although in truth with most of the goat load smeared into his chest and belly that was more of a background scent. Richard… smelled like Richard, the slightly sweaty fur smell he knew to associate with the man. Nothing he hadn’t smelled before, if a little more intense and a little shifted in tone this close to Richard’s crotch. Delicately he extended his tongue and touched it to skin just where Richard’s cock emerged from his sheath.

Salty. Probably his pre. Probably some of both their pre, actually. Nothing particularly rank or funky- It occurred to him that Richard washed well and regularly and the habit probably extended to his cock and the inside of his sheath. 

Deciding to make ‘working his way up’ a literal course of action, he turned the initial tentative tongue-dab into an upward lap, following it with a second, and a third, catching a new bit of the salty taste with each tongue stroke. He wondered, as he did, if he would have liked it if the goat was a little less cleanly about the genitals… no way to tell. And no need to fix what wasn’t broken. Josh thought he perhaps liked this taste as it was.

He continued around to the right until he had lapped all the precum taste off of the penis, noticed a new dribble of the stuff emerging from the tip and brought his tongue up to catch it. It seemed milder, fresh from the tap. Then he went around the left side, cleaning that as well.

By now Richard’s shaft was fully erect again, standing up above the tips of Josh’s ears while he worked over it. He needed to move down to get the most recently revealed inches as well, a task he did with no hesitation. Then, caught another dribble of pre.

He pulled back to inspect his work, eyes rested on Richard’s urethra where another bead of precum was already collected. [i]Now[/i] it felt just plain natural to open his mouth and descend on the tip. 

His ears pricked up at the approving hum Richard gave him, the hand that patted softly on the top of his head. Good. That was good. As was the thin cocktip on his tongue. He rolled it side to side, lips closed around the skin. Goat pre seemed to taste different, straight from the tap. Mild and sweet- well, not literally sweet, but in the figurative sense of soft and good and pleasant. He sucked on the tip to draw out a little more of the stuff and followed the pull of that action down, smoothly taking in more of that tasty penis.

The tip startled him slightly when it touched his tonsils. He hadn’t realized he had taken in quite so much- probably half of the narrow cock’s length?

Josh didn’t even need to think it over; he wanted [i]all[/i] of it. The raccoon spared a fraction of his concentration to hauling his body forward enough to raise his angle, sucked a bit more, and pushed forward.

“Easy, don’t hurt yourself.” Richard’s voice drifted down a long way to him. “You don’t need to… whoah.”

The raccoon had engulfed another quarter of the shaft in one go, gulping it down. His throat worked around the cocktip, unpracticed and unplanned, and then Josh dived the rest of the way down to the sheath with the whole length in his wet and warm piehole.

He gagged, of course. But somehow-because it seemed extremely important, he fought the impulse in his throat muscles down to an abortive halt and reluctantly pulled back to hold that first half only in his mouth, breathing hard and inhaling the pleasantly understated smell of boyfriend.

Josh was going to want to try that again until he could get the whole thing. Eventually, for sure. For now he suckled again on the tip, pressing it into the roof of his mouth over and over by dragging his tongue up the front. Again he pressed forward, with a little more restraint this time taking only an inch into his throat. He worked through the mechanics of swallowing around it, getting used to the feel, and took just a little more.

Ultimately he was only [i]mostly[/i] down the shaft when he found his limit, the point where he couldn’t- yet- get past without feeling his throat start to twitch and rebel. He could get past that eventually, but for now he was content to have as much of Richard’s cock as he could.

Content.

Part of him realized that this was the calmest, the most relaxed, he’d been in ages. Maybe he had a buried oral fixation. Maybe there was some leftover nursing instinct from infancy that told him he was safe and fed, now lewdly repurposed. Maybe it was something to do with how he was, without thinking hard about it, modulating his breathing to coincide with the task.

And none of those hypotheses were worth worrying over. The greater part of his attention was, as it should be, on slathering his tongue over the side of the dick in his mouth.

Josh pulled upward, back up to the tip, and flicked the very end with his tongue, idly noting the sharp exhalation he got as a response, and started to bob his head up and down on the firm piece of male meat. He varied his tongue placement and tried moving it different ways with the stroke, making note of when Richard- in some ways, it was hard to remember Richard was here, even as he concentrated all of himself on pleasing him- made a particularly enthusiastic-sounding noise and repeating whatever seemed to draw it out.

“Babe…” Richard said, voice just a smidgen shaky as it sometimes was when they had their cocks aligned against each other [i]just[/i] right and he was especially worked up. “I’m going to cum any… right… about…”

Josh felt the throbbing even as Richard spoke, and without hesitation swallowed the goat’s cock down all the way to the point he had already memorized as his ‘sans-gag high score’, forcing himself into a repetitive swallowing that became a nearly self-sustaining convulsion and pulled Richard’s seed right out of him. The goat’s forceful ejaculation could scarcely propel cum out faster than it was sucked down into Josh’s belly, a wonderful warmth that filled Josh to the core in more ways than one.

As if on cue, knowing his lover pretty damn well and ultrasensitive to every little twitch in his maw, he pulled off just after the end of the very last spurt. He pulled a deep breath of air into his lungs, and lowered his head down to the base one last time, closing his jaw gently around it from the side and dragging his head, tongue, lips, and all up the shaft one last time to clean it like a samurai in a movie wipes the blood off his sword in one smooth motion before sheathing it.

Richard’s maleness, mind, was rock hard, still twitching, and not about to go back in its sheath for at least a little longer.

“Holy [i]shit.[/i]”

Still carried by the zen-like calm he had found in sucking cock, Josh looked up at the pleased/shocked look on Richard’s face without a tremor of worry. “Good?”

“Fuck, yes.” Richard bobbed his head, horns clacking against the headboard of their bed and adding a few new scratches to it. “You’re a fucking natural. That was at [i]least[/i] as good as frotting. Almost as good as that time- you remember, when we drove down to that campground this spring.”

“That was a good trip” Josh agreed. “It’s different, but I’m pretty sure I like it. You were awful quiet though.”

“I was trying to be!” Richard chuckled. “It seemed like a shame to interrupt you. You were so [i]focused.[/i]”

“Mmm-hmmm.” Josh agreed, lazily pulling himself onto his soft boyfriend and into the waiting arms. “At least one of two went good.”

“It went great.” Richard assured him. It wasn’t necessary, for a change, but he did anyway. The cuddled in companionable silence. “Maybe make it one and a quarter out of two. I think I did kinda like the part where you fingered me.” 

“…Yeah?” Josh asked muzzily.

“Yeah. Have to try again to be sure.” Richard confirmed. “We could add that next time we frot, if you still feel like trying new stuff.”

“I do.” The raccoon nuzzled into his lovely, wonderful, gentle, soft boyfriend’s soft chest. “I… might have to find more things to try, even. As long as we can still rub dicks.”

“Oh, yeah, that ain’t going away. Fuck no.” Richard hugged him close, nuzzling the top of Josh’s head affectionately. “That’s our [i]thing[/i], babe.”

“Our thing.” Josh agreed, warm and happy and calm.





[center]The End[/center]