The idea of humanoid goats was most interesting for now, and Derrick headed down the path towards the animal sounds. In addition to the sounds, he soon picked up a strong odor of sweat, musk, and urine - a powerful animal mix that somehow was interesting rather than offensive. There was a clearing ahead, and he crept close to peer through the trees in awe. About two dozen shaggy creatures were scattered in small groups, most rather graphically engaged in sexual acts on the lush green grass. They were in pairs or threesomes, and the boy realized, all male. He reddened a little, though the homosexual nature only added to the erotic nature of the scene.
Derrick began to feel hot after just a few minutes of watching, and slipped his jacket off. It was incredible to watch - the creatures seemed insatiable. He'd started masturbating last year, but the most he'd ever managed was two ejaculations in the same night. As time passed, he was sure he'd seen some of the goat-men climax twice or more in the space of ten minutes! Those immense testicles must be constantly churning.
Damn, he was sweating as if he'd run miles. The boy pulled off his T-shirt, and then his socks and shoes to wiggle his toes in the thick, soft grass. Speaking of masturbating. Derrick shifted uncomfortably as an erection tented his shorts, and he finally gave in and dropped his shorts and underwear to relieve the need. Doing his best to stay hidden, he started rubbing himself. Only to leap out of his hiding place with a loud cry when a furry hand reached between his legs from behind and gently squeezed his testicles!
Spinning, Derrick tripped over his own feet and landed on his butt in the clearing. A satyr had snuck up behind him and was now regarding him with golden yellow goat's eyes. It had gotten a lot quieter, and a glance around showed that most, but not all, of the other satyrs had stopped what they were doing and were staring at him. The teenager flushed scarlet red, knowing it must be obvious that he had been spying, and also that he had been beating off. "I'm.. uh.. sorry?" He felt a twinge of fear. These were not humans/ What if they got mad? Would they hurt him?
Almost immediately, the closest Satyrs closed in on him and he cringed. However, the furry hands petted and stroked his skin and hair, and Derrick realized they were being friendly. Very friendly. His still-erect penis was rubbed, as was his butt and legs. The goat odor was almost overpowering with four of the beasts pressing in and around him, and he was sure he would need a long shower when he got back. Derrick started to feel the bodies around him as they touched him, eventually being just as free to let his fingers roam over the heavy testicles and animal rumps.
One of the satyrs, the one from the woods, he thought, pulled him into its lap with a bleat, the hard prod of its erect pink cock slipping into Derrick's butt crack. This shocked the teenager into realizing just what he had already started - an orgy with these goat-men. All four of the satyrs were in some kind of contact with him, and it was pretty likely that all of them intended to mount him at some point. The idea was thrilling and exciting, even though some small part of his mind was screaming that this was wrong, even dangerous. He felt incredible, more aroused than he had ever been in his life, full of energy and lust. Rolling around with the grunting satyrs had already gotten him filthy - his skin was covered with grass and dirt and hair. His own body now reeked just like theirs.
If there was any chance of stopping this before it was too late, he'd have to pull free now. Or he could give into the incredible desire and discover what it felt like to frolic with satyrs.