Stags Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Stags Pt. 02

... cock."

Todd, attempting to blink away the hallucination, stepped back. "Y-you're gonna respect me." He could feel antlers atop his own head now. "We're putting your fucking attitude to rest for good."

"Fellas, fellas," Harrington interrupted the two. "Aggression is a key part of today's process, but bring it down for now. A connection of mine will be meeting with us shortly." He lifted the nozzle to his own nose and snorted up some vapor. "Until then, let's just fucking chill in this water."

Harrington's cock swelled, as thick as Ethan's, but curving up and to the side. It stiffened to eight and a half inches.

"Oh damn," Ethan gawked. "You could give Coop a run for his money." He said, referencing the wrestling team captain, his best friend.

Todd felt a pang of jealousy, but the cock was so impressive that he was hypnotized. Harrington's aura was the dark red of congealed blood. The man did not have antlers but two ram horns that curled up from his forehead.

Harrington stepped into the creek and sank into the water. Ethan and Todd followed.

The water was overwhelming against Todd's hyper-sensitive skin. The coolness of it seemed to fill him, kissing against his hole, his balls, his fingertips, and his toes. A cool electrical current that caressed him; within it, he could feel the pulse of the forest. Earthy rot from the loam soil along the bank filled his nostrils, the most natural scent he'd ever smelled. Ethan and Harrington had distant looks on ...

... their faces as they succumbed to the sensations around them.

"Felix," a voice carried through the forest, and Todd's eyes flicked open. He has been lost in thought, his mind having traveled down the creek. Todd was unsure how long the trio had been resting in the water. Ethan and Harrington were on the shore, lying in a warm sunbeam. Comparing their cocks, both of which flowed with precum.

The voice had come from a man standing along a high shore. He was shirtless, very muscular, with a broad chest covered in blonde and gray hair, and wore camo pants with leather patches. His face was angular, with a broad brow and wide-set nose. He had long hair flecked with gray, pulled into a wolf tail, and tied with a braid. His beard was closely cropped and also graying. Todd blinked, trying to focus his vision. The man looked like a Viking, handsome with an indiscernible age. His aura was steely gray.

Harrington stood up. Ethan's eyes followed the Doctor's cock.

"Harald," Harrington smiled and held his arms out in welcome. "Nice to see you again."

Harald only nodded. "Happy to repay a favor," he spoke softly but smirked. "Gunnar has prepared everything. It's time to get started."

The sober part of Todd's mind wanted an introduction and an explanation. Still, they obeyed when Harrington ordered him and Ethan to climb the bank and follow Harald.

Ethan crawled up in front of Todd, giving the man a good view of his son's ass. Ethan's butt had plumped up slightly from his ...