The shepard boy had little interest in what he was doing at the moment. Which was to say; absolutely nothing.

Sitting on small boulder in the field, he watched his flock of sheep move slowly back and forth in the fields, always moving but you could hardly tell unless you watched very close, like watching clouds.

He sighed, his thoughts drifting to the girls of the village. He liked them, but that pit in his stomach always made him realize he wasn't exactly very attractive to them. Physically yes, but he was a shepard. Doomed to forever sit out in the fields for long hours and not spend time with his children.

He was a youthful boy, he thought of the girls in the village with certain 'objectives' in mind, that was to be expected. But with such little success, even in his imagination, those objectives can quickly be set on a much easier and more reachable goal.

Just a few steps away in fact. His sheep.

He found that funny more then anything. He chortled a bit and picked up his sling, taking a small stone and then hurling it across the field with expert precision. It hit nearby a sheep that was about to wander off and the sheep quickly got back with the herd. The shepard sat back down.

Sighing, he kept his usual watchful eye on the sheep and allowed his mind to wander. His loins were still, ever churning up more of those 'objectives'. Truly it was a potent brew.

But while the shepard boy imagined, the Satyr planned. And was about to complete those plans within moments.

He squatted nearby in the bushes, licking his lips as he spied the young and shapely boy just a few feet away. He could almost smell him. The furry half-man's ears twitched and his tail wiggled with glee. Nothing quite compared to a human! Especially not a cute, tight, youthful little male like the one before him. Those sheep weren't too bad either, but maybe he'd have one of them afterwards as desert, the boy was the main course.

Figuratively speaking, of course. Same objectives.

It was surprising even to the Satyr about how quiet he was sneaking up on this herder boy. He thought of chiding the boy for not being more alert, what if the Satyr was a wolf looking to get a taste of the boy and his flock? But of course, he would do that after he got his own taste.

His hoof gingerly impacted the ground and he leaned in, his weight transferring into the soil he loved so. He could almost feel the boy now, shifting his weight back and then releasing it all in a single mighty motion.

He rushed forward with an explosive charge, colliding into the boy from behind. The boy was already up and in the process of turning around, he wasn't deaf, but it wouldn't be enough to save him! The Satyr wrapped his arms around the younger and a little bit smaller male and tackled him to the ground, with the herder immediately fighting back.

"Get off me you fool!" The boy shouted, the nearby sheep baa'ing and running away from the struggle. The satyr wasn't about to stop until he had that boy's legs up in the air around his shoulders, but he felt the younger males strong grip and he was flipped oddly, ungracefully on the ground. He then opened his eyes as he felt his body settle into the cushion of grass. Above him was the boy, both of his hands on the Satyr's shoulders, pushing him down. On top of that was that the boy's body was crushed up against his, since they were just wrestling this was a likely outcome. Both panted from the physical altercation and the Satyr looked down at the boy's muscles and face and realized he was rather cute. He also blushed a bit realizing he had somehow been bested, with the intent of having his way with the boy, and now he was underneath his target he wished to have his way with like a blushing virgin! What a shame to all Satyr boy-lovers out there! He would be the laughing stock of the elk and squirrels at this rate!

But the boy broke the silence first with his panted breath.

"You damned fool! What are you-" His eyes traveled downward and he quickly realized the Satyr was both naked, and indeed, a Satyr.

"Quite observant today, I see!" The Satyr said with a playful grin. He may had been bested physically in that one moment, but his charm would win him the day still.

"Silence!" The boy interrupted, pushing down on the Satyr a bit harder with his body weight. "What in the hell are you doing here? It's probably to molest some of my damned sheep, isn't it?" He said, accusingly.

The Satyr smiled, raising his eyebrow. "Well I just thought it was a bit selfish of you to keep them all for yourself!"

The boy blushed, taken aback by his captive's innuendo. "Well... I've never been one to share." He said, suddenly grinning. The Satyr just realized that the younger male was inspecting his body, his eyes following the curves and lines of the Satyr's elegant and graceful form. He couldn't help but crack a smile on his horned head- it was far too often that these human men were sour and boring sticks in the mood. They often called themselves 'heterosexual' and other such silly names. The Satyr would have rolled his eyes if he was not far too busy staring into the herder's eyes.

"Oh, a greedy lover I take it?"

"You bet."

The boy's quick response was punctuated by his hand's motion, trailing down the Satyr's side and down to his hip, hand brushing the course hairs of the Satyr's lower half. With his hand full cemented on the goat-man's hip, the other hand could move to his chest and feel that hair as well. The Satyr only grinned as his hand explored, but gasped as he felt the other hand slip down to his rear end, grabbing it lustfully.

"Y-You really don't waste much time!" He said, looking up to the boy's face with a mix of concern and embarrassment. The boy had a confident little smirk, he seemed to know exactly how to capitalize on this situation!

The Satyr felt the other boy reach down with his arm and grab his thigh, pushing both up, and forcing the Satyr to spread his legs apart, the boy wiggling in to get up closer to his exposed groin and rear, his little tail flicking down now as the boy got closer, their heats even more intertwined.

The Satyr quickly realized the position he was fantasizing about putting the boy into was now the one he was adopting! But he didn't care, he went along with it. The boy wasn't very experienced as a lover, but he more then made up for it in his vigor as he pushed his groin forward and rubbed his still clothed crotch up against the Satyr's nude groin- the fur and cloth rubbing together and gently touching, driving his forested friend wild. The Satyr moaned softly and winced in pleasure as he began to get excited, the desire to mate was only getting stronger for him! The herder was no slouch either, his hands were down below holding up the Satyr's rear and were exciting the other male to no end. His covered groin also seemed to start growing and making a nice bulge, which rubbed up against the Satyr's manhood as well, stimulating both.

It seemed obvious to both how this would end, so the Satyr needed a little time to prepare. Taking one of the boy's hands, he grabbed his middle and index finger and licked them lustfully, giving the boy goosebumps, before then moving the fingers down to his rump.

"Go on~" He encouraged. The boy was nervous but obliged him, sticking his wet fingers towards the Satyr's hole. After navigating for a moment they found purchase, soon sticking inside and making the Satyr sigh with pleasure, the fingers gently and slowly sinking inside, getting his hole ready for some more intense loving.

The boy sunk his fingers in and out, getting hornier and hornier, until the Satyr stopped him and smiled.

"I think that's enough of that, shall we move on?"

With heavy panting, the boy moved back and nodded. The Satyr grinned and flipped over quickly, now pushing his rear end up in the air, his tail up. He wiggled his rump invitingly and looked back.

"Oh, mount me you studly ram~"

The boy was blushing like mad, but still snorted at the comment.

"If I'm the ram, then you're the ewe?"

The Satyr lidded his eyelids lustfully, arching his back like a kitten in heat.

"Whenever you're around~"

The boy accepted that answer without a second thought and hopped up excitedly, his hands firmly adhering themselves to the Satyr's hips, the Satyr nearly purring as he got up. He tore at his pants and underwearings, trying desperately to free his manhood. Soon the pink, stiff little soldier popped up freely, much to the boy's excitment. The Satyr was just as thrilled by the emancipation of the dick- and so he pushed his upper body down to the grass and bumped his butt backwards, he wasn't waiting any longer either. The feeling was certainly mutual.

The boy reached to his member and repositioned it, aiming his shaft at the Satyr's bum and leaning in. The boy didn't have much experience doing this, but it was simple enough!

With a wonderful sigh of pleasure and relief his cock tip was gently inserted inside the Satyr's anus, who coo'd with pleasure and could only wait for more. The boy would oblige him! With a quick buck of his hips his cock started to push inside of the Satyr's tunnel- which submitted and allowed the foreign invader to have its way inside of him. The penis did was penises do best- filling in the hold and making the Satyr arch his back in pleasure, moaning as the boy sunk himself deeper and deeper inside.

In just a few moments the boy had hilted the Satyr, his full length now inside of his improvised lover. He started to pull out and then gently put it back in as deep as it would go- he did what came naturally. The Satyr also did what came naturally and started to push back, his fingers digging into the grass as the intense pleasure of getting fucked took over his body and mind- making him little more then an animal getting rutted. It was a pretty apt description regardless.

They began to pick up the pace once the Satyr was well used to the cock, the thrusting only getting harder, faster, and deeper as the boy fucked the Satyr, finally getting a chance to pound out that virginal frustration on the perfect, most animal lover he could have gotten for such a task. What a lucky boy.

As the speed and strength of their coitus increased, the Satyr's moans only got louder and the boy was huffing and puffing along with him, soon moaning himself as he felt his testicles smack up against the Satyr's balls. The sudden reminder that he was fucking a man helped the boy to be polite- he reached down and snaked his hand under the Satyr's belly and grabbed his hard penis, soon gripping the shaft and rubbing it back and forth in rythme to his strong, breeding thrusts. The Satyr was nearly singing as the boy pumped and fucked at the same time, the pressure building and building as the heat and sweat and sound increased until finally, with a few final deep and rapid thrusts the boy cried out and came- the Satyr moaning and cumming at the same time as well- gasping and clenching on the boy's member inside of him as he spurted his spunk all over the fresh grass in a lovely and naughty morning dew.

The boy came inside the Satyr, the feeling was truly magnifiecent as he spread his wild oats in a very attractive, though ultimatly infertile location. It mattered not, as both parties were moaning and twisting togehter in pleasure, and with only the sheep to judge their strange coupling.

Panting for breath, the two collapsed on the grass and just stayed still for a few moments, before finally the boy got off the Satyr, who got up and sat in a slightly more dignified position- on his freshly rutted rump. He smiled over to the boy.

"Aren't you glad I snuck up on you now?"

The boy grinned, looking down at his semi-hard but quickly deflating dick. "Naw, I'm just glad I beat you at wrestling is all."

The Satyr just smiled as the boy spoke, nodding his head. "I am too. Maybe we can wrestle again sometime? Maybe I'll get to be on top next time if I win, perhaps?"

The boy laughed. "In your dreams."

"My my, you really are a greedy lover!"

The Boy looked up at the Satyr, who just stood up and stretched, making sure to stretch with his back to the boy, so he could get a last look.

"I will admit I am, but maybe next time you could have one of my sheep. They aren't going anywhere."

The Satyr bowed gracefully. "I would be honored, my ram~" Then, he turned and bounded off into the woods with three mighty strides, the sight and sound quickly disappearing. The boy put his trousers back on and sat, sighing contently in the afterglow of his orgasm. He quickly realized that his herd had started to drift apart, and he swore under his breath.

"Good for nothing lazy Satyr..." He said, getting to his feet and grabbing his sling and shepard cane. He did crack a smile however, he would make sure to teach that Satyr a lesson when he comes 'round again...
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