>Have a Ram for a roommate >He's a great roommate, always pays rent on time, pulls his weight, the both of you share interests >He's a bit of an airhead sometimes though >And VERY friendly. >Summer rolls around >He's panting and sweating like no other >Offer to shear him >Just the friendly thing to do right? >Start shearing >All you can smell is his scent, his sweaty wool and freshly revealed skin hotboxing you with his masculine smell >Power through, you've just gone too long without a girl is all >It’s only natural for the proximity and the heat to make you feel like this >All... >Warm. >Keep shearing, revealing more of his body >Chub in the right places >Muscle in better ones >Until you get to his crotch >He looks at you with an eyebrow raised >It doesn't even cross your mind that he could shear himself down there >Ignore the stiffy in your pants as you shear his sweaty, musky crotch-wool >Leave him a landing pad >Girls like those, right? >Stare it for a moment >Yeah. They do. >All done. >Good thing too, that was getting kinda gay >He thanks you and bounds off >Leaving you with a massive pile of wool >You hesitate for a moment... >Before taking a great handfull of it and running off to your room >Bent almost double over as you beat yourself off, huffing the wool like it's a drug >Almost there >Your whole world reduced to the wool pressed up to your nostrils and how good your cock feels >Then he walks in looking for his jacket. >Kinda want a ram to force his twitching lamb-maker down my throat until I'm forced to breath through the filter of his sweet and hormone soaked woolly pubes, the masculine reek of his cock the only thing I can percieve except for the taste of his prick and his hooves on the back of my head. This went into my and my buddy going back and forth thirstposting until- > Slowly thrusting in and out, occasionally letting you rest at his cockhead as he strokes himself, pumping out that sweet ram cum right on to your tongue. Before sslliiiding you back down, his prick throbbing in your throat While you're down there, tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh at the base of his cock, you find yourself comfortable. Hoping this becomes routine. Wishing you had a womb for him to pack all his cum into. The power this ram has over you should upset you, how him walking around in a tight pair of briefs and an a-shirt that let's his masculine reek out leaves you daydreaming of his cock. How he often stands at your back when the two of you are in public, testing your willpower against your desire to grind back into him. At all times you find yourself wishing to clamber on to him and revel in his every detail. But nothing beats it when he cums. His breathing gets heavier and heavier, the hoof that's always petting your head grips down and uses that grip to start thrusting slightly. You'll hear his breathing hitch before a grunt, if you've done a good job he might even bleat. Strong muscles push him out of his chair slightly and pushes his bulging cockhead deeper down your throat, his balls jump up to his prick, trying to occupy the same space your chin usually rests in. Then you feel it, a shudder. From his muscular chest and gut to his prick. The flesh hardens further, then it bulges out. You can feel it travelling steadily up from inside of him, past your lips, over your tongue and down into your throat before a fat, sticky rope of fertile ram cum is forced into your gut. Followed by another, and another. His muscles tense on and off again, his body shuddering and shaking as you are left being dosed with a fresh supply of his sex-smell, the hormones and pheromones of a cumming ram soaking your mind as he fucks your throat. He'll compliment you, calling you dirty pet names even as you revel in the praise. Finally he stops. But your mouth isn't done, breathing through your nose, you work your mouth over his overstimulated cock until he's hard again...