/POG/ GustavxAnon

>You're standing impatiently there as the carriage finally arrives
>You cross your arms and watch as the burly, fluffy ram struggles to leave the carriage. After a few pulls, he finally is freed and lands on his butt.
>As Gustav looks around to see you, he can't help but sheepishly grin at you. His ears turn red with embarrassment
>"Heh, uh... sorry."
>You help him up, but with his strength you stagger as he nearly pulls you to the ground with him.
>As Gustav gets up, his height leaves you up to his chest. You see that he is wearing a cheap tux, and the large tuft of fluff is, to the best of his abilities, combed.
>Gustav rubs the back of his head and lets out a nervous laugh. "Uh... Let's go in, shall we?"
>You can't help but smile as you take him by the crook of his arm and the two of you walk into the restaurant together.
>The two of you sit in awkward silence as you wait for the waiter to arrive with the menus.
>You lightly sip on the nectarwine Gustav ordered. It's good, a bit bitter at the end, but good.
>You can see Gustav is nervous as shit.
>Apparently, he wasn't the dating type, and the fact that you were a bit smaller than him seemed to affect his confidence greatly.
>You put the wine glass down and slightly stretched in your chair, deciding that the ball was in your court now.
>"So." You began, watching as Gustav stopped fiddling with his hands. "You're a member of the Royal Guard..."
>Gustav gulped. "Um... Yeah, for five years now..." He nervously looked around, apparently searching for the waiter.
>You smile. "Sounds like a lot of busy work, protecting the Queen and all that." You pick up your glass and take a sip.
>Gustav smiles and waves his hand a bit. Apparently talking about work restored his confidence and he began to act more outgoing.
>"Eh, it's mostly taking orders and listening to the captain, So it's usually...uh... boring sometimes..."
>You lean forward and smirk. "Does the queen make you do any stupid stuff?" You whisper.
>Gustav hesitated, but he let out a chuckle. "Uh... Not directly, no. But I always hear the Captain telling the butlers to get all kinds of stuff. Like..."
>Gustaf looked around before putting his right arm behind his back and showing the grumpiest expression on his face.
>"Servants, her Majesty requires eleven pleaches, diced in kanda syurp, but not too sweet." He mocked in his gruffest voice.
>You snickered and covered your mouth.
>"What is that you're doing? It that laughing? I've never heard of it!"
>Your sides left the planet as you tried to keep your composure.
>"I swear, if you don't stop this nonsense, I think I'll catch whatever you have and-"
>"And what, Gustav?"
>Gustav turned and froze at the sight of his captain, Friedrich Zarigueya, standing at his table. He was a Gamba, and was as grumpy looking as Gustav described.
>"I see you're enjoying yourself with your date, at my expense..." He mused.
>Gustav acted as if his soul had left his body, and only a reanimated corpse remained. "Uh... Y-Yes- I mean no, sir! C-Care to join us...?"
>Friedrich looked around before responding. "No, I'm actually waiting for someone myself... I'll see you on Monday." And with that Friedrich left, not even acknowledging his presence.
>You waited until he was at least out of earshot before you looked back at Gustav, who was trying to regain his composure. "That's your captain, I presume?" You ask.
>Gustav nervously laughed along with a slight nod.
>You look back at Friedrich, who is now sitting at a booth alone with a bottle of Mead in his hand.
>You turn to Gustav and grin. "Wow, you sure did a great impression of him."
>The two of you look at each other for a moment before bursting out in laughter.
>The rest of the dinner went off great. The two of you talked all about your families.
>"And after the wasps stopped stinging my grandfather, we moved to here..."
>Politics
>"I swear, I have nothing against Opossums, it's just..."
>And even music!
>"You like 'Uma-Dumi-Dumi-Vao' too?! I used to love his stuff, but now I'm a huge fan of Ewe-La-La. Her music is so enchanting. Not a lot of guys like her work though..."
>Eventually, the dinner ended, and the two of you split the bill.
>As the two of you enter the carriage to your apartment, you look at Gustav as he looks out of the window.
>You can't help but glance down and examine him closer, since the opportunity was your's now.
>He had a ram's frame, but you could notice the slight outline of muscle outlining his arms and legs.
>Of course, you wondered if everything was... as proportionate... and you could feel yourself getting slightly aroused at the thought.
>You dashed such thoughts immediately, as buzzed and horny as you were. This was the first date, and you weren't going to end up being the kind of person who ruins a solid relationship based on lust for a person.
>Who would ever do something like that?
>The carriage finally arrived at your apartment, and Gustav tried to leave the carriage and open your door, like a gentleman.
>However, as Gustav was attempting to squeeze out of the carriage in order to see you to the door. His suit ripped and he fell.
>Right into a cold, wet, mud puddle.
>It got worse as you got out. The carriage took that as the signal to depart, the wheels splashing Gustav with more mud.
>You looked at Gustav, who looked almost as if he was child who's sandcastle was just demolished. Gustav got up and tried to brush the mud off, shivering.
>He was obviously humiliated, and did his best not to cry. Avoiding your gaze as you noticed his eyes were glistening.
>It was rather hot.
>You walk up to Gustav and take his hand.
>"Hey, you can use my shower upstairs."
>You sat on your couch as Gustav used your shower.
>You couldn't help but smile at how Gustav acted throughout the dinner, and afterwards.
>Gustav was awkward, dorky as hell, and the gentlest soul you ever met.
>Not to mention he was rather fit and handsome. He was a rather odd combination, but it seemed to work on you. And how.
>You couldn't help but drift back to dirty thoughts. Gustav was in your shower.
>Right now
>Naked
>Notnowboner.jpg
>"Hey anon, can I use your hair dryer?"
>You allow him, and you hear the dryer go off as you sit there. The boner in your pants begging to become an annoyance.
>You contemplate that you'll deal with it later, after you send Gustav off, and walk over to the washing machine to check on Gustav's clothes.
>As you got back however, your jaw nearly drops to the floor in shock as you see Gustav standing in your living room, apparently looking around.
>Wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.
>His chest fluff was poofy from being dried. But his thick pectorals were clearly defined.
>You glanced down, and you even see an outline of his package through the towel
>Gustav smiled nervously as he noticed you.
>"OH! S-Sorry..." He muttered, blushing in embarrassment and looking away. "I didn't really bring any spare clothes..."
>Nothing the Madamas could show you right now could make you any harder than you were.
>You quickly assure him it's alright, as his clothes are almost done.
>Gustav smiles in relief as he walks towards the laundry machine.
>"Yeah, thanks. I've probably been a big problem, haven't I-"
>Gustav stops as you hug him from behind. You couldn't help it, he was just too fucking cute.
>Your arms wrap around his chest as you sink your face into his body fluff, inhaling deeply. His fluff still had the earthy scent of mud to it, and the faint scene of a cologne that reminded you of black licorice.
>You could feel Gustav tense up, and his heart began racing. However, he didn't pull away.
>Your left arm trailed down further, feeling the soldier boy's abs
>You felt his hand grasp yours right before you reached his nether-regions. But let out a nervous sigh and let go after a second.
>Your hands finally sink under the towel and find your prize. You can hear Gustav gasp as you take a firm grasp of it.
>By what you were feeling, you guessed that he was already halfway hard, and things were now beginning to look up for him.
>The two of you stood there for what felt like forever. You stood behind Gustav, squeezing his cock, inhaling his scent,
feeling his responses to only small, brief, notions of pleasure. Gustav stood there, his soft, gentle moans vibrated into
you with every squeeze and tug.
>Eventually, you felt that he couldn't get any harder, and you pushed the towel off of him.
>You took a look, and you couldn't help but gape again.
>He was about 8 inches, and harder than a diamond. A drop of pre-leaked from his tip and trailed down your hand.
>You looked at Gustav's face, which was flushed and his eyes slightly glazed, and smirked. "So... Off to the bedroom then?"
>Gustav nods nervously and follows you in the bedroom.
>You sit on the bed and finally free your erection, which paled in comparison to Gustav's monster of a cock.
>Gustav walked over and, hesitantly, grabbed a hold of your dick. You smiled and moaned as he began slowly pumping your member up and down. You watched as he bent down further and licked the tip.
>You gasped as he began to suck you off. He wasn't a professional, but he apparently knew enough to get you going.
>Gustav circled his tongue around your head as he jerked the shaft. Saliva dribbled downward onto the shaft, making each pump slicker and smoother.
>You feel your climax approaching as Gustav began sucking on your engorged tip whilst squeezing your shaft and balls.
>You warned Gustav, but apparently he didn't listen, and his head jerked back in surprise as you began shooting loads in his mouth.
>You heard Gustav gag slightly as the seed dripped out of his moth and down the shaft of your cock. Apparently he didn't like to swallow.
>You sighed as you felt the orgasm subside.
>After a second of recovering, you sat up to see Gustav standing awkwardly before you.
>His cock was literally dripping, and his face was a mixture of want and embarrassment.
>You smiled and walked over to the nightstand, which contained a small container of herbal oil.
>Gustav looks at the lube and immediately looks at his stiff rod and back at you before realizing what you're about to do.
>"But..." He protests as you walk towards him. "W-What if I hurt you...?"
>You smile and stand on your toes, your face now at level to his. "You won't..." You whisper, both of your lips barely touching.
>You kiss him hard, and you can strongly taste the remnants of your load in his mouth, along with the barbecued wasb he had for dinner and the bitter aftertaste of nectarwine.
>You pulled Gustav on top of you. You almost loose your breath as Gustav's weight slightly crushes you.
>As Gustav adjusts himself, you reach down and begin lubing him up.
>Gustav flinches at the coolness of the lube, and he hesitates as you position his cock towards your entrance.
>Gustav asks you one last time if you were OK with this.
>You nod, and tell him whenever he's ready.
>He gulps and begins sinking in.
>You wince slightly at the pain as you adjust to Gustav's size, but it passes.
>You let out a sharp moan as Gustav's tip prods your P-spot. You feel yourself becoming hard again.
>You grip onto Gustav's shoulders as he slowly pulls outwards, slowly getting into the motion of things.
>You grip tighter as he pushes himself back inwards. Your prostate is jabbed hard and a burst of pleasure echoes through your body.
>Your erection is complete now, drooling in anticipation of release. You consider dealing with it, but instead bring your lips to Gustav's ear.
>"Harder." You moan.
>Gustav complies and begins pushing inwards and outwards at a steady rhythm. You feel yourself feel empty, only to be full again, followed by a burst of pleasure as Gustav sinks inwards to the hilt.
>You grip him tighter as his pace increases, but you want more.
>"H-Harder!" You hiss greedily.
>You gasp loudly as Gustav begins thrusting as hard as he can. His cock thrusting into you like a well-oiled piston. Your legs wrap around his waist and you bury your face in his chest fluff.
>It's almost ridiculous how someone who can fuck so hard can feel so soft...
>You hear Gustav's moans and hear his heart pounding like a drum. Your hands grip onto his chest and you feel his heartbeat too, you look up and Gustav's eyes are shut tightly, his mind focused primary on the primal task of rutting you.
>Your passions melted together. It was no longer you and Gustav, it was the feral energy of one lover and the next, satisfying their bottled up tensions through primal, wanton sex.
>Gustav was merciless as he bruised your ass with his thrusts. His moans became louder and louder, and the bursts of pleasure you felt were almost one continuous sensation.
>However, you quickly reached your peak, and you could barely let out a strained cry as your cock spewed seed all over your belly and chest, your eyes rolled back in your head from the orgasm.
>The last thing you remembered before blacking out was Gustav giving you a few final sharp thrusts before he let out a loud bray and filled your body with warmth.
>You woke up almost in a daze, both your head and your ass hurting.
>You looked to see Gustav sleeping right beside you, his arms wrapped around you like a teddy bear. The two of you wrapped under the covers.
>You grinned as he suddenly stirred and pulled you closer and tighter. His woolly coat made the bed extra warm and cozy.
>You couldn't help but feel drowsy already, so you managed to kiss him on he forehead before snuggling up to him and falling fast asleep.

THE END

>TFW NO SUBMISSIVE BUT BUFF RAM BF TO FUCK YOU AND THEN CUDDLE AFTERWARDS