Re-buckling his ammo belt back around his waist, Joe smirks. "Well, we may have trashed our our gear, man, but we're still soldiers, yeah?" And folding his strong arms behind his furry back, he adopts the 'at ease' pose, legs spread, barrel-like chest thrust outwards.
Seeing his bud standing like that, in just his ammo belt and boxers, is so hot, and Dustin's cock responds by putting on another surge of growth. But the more it grows, the more it hurts because of the confinement in his pants. Unbuckling his own ammo belt, he drops his camouflage trousers and kicks them off, and instantly his cock lunges forward in his shorts, a huge white-clad pole jutting out from his thighs. Incredibly, it continues to get even harder and Dustin just watches, completely unable to believe that this rampant, pulsing ramrod is his. When it finally stops stretching it's easily nine inches long, and almost as thick as a beercan.
Dustin begins running his hands over his crotch, stroking his balls and his huge, tumid dick through his shorts. Feeling himself, and the smell coming off his transforming body, is making him hornier by the minute. Slowly he reaches down, undoes the fly of his boxers, and hauls his rigid cock out into the open. 'Oh wow!' he growls. It's so hairy! Hairy like the rest of him. And even fully erect, its huge head is completely covered by a thick, furry foreskin.
Freeing up his balls, which have also expanded in size, Dustin spreads his furry legs a little wider, and really goes to town on his dick with his right hand. Man, he's in fucking heaven, finally giving in to his sexual urges. Reaching down, he lays hold of his big fuzzy nuts, pulling on them and getting his hand wet with all the sweat down there. Then he goes back to his cock, using that sweat to keep his dick slicked up. More than anything, though, it's the smell rising up from his crotch that's really turning him on. He's so close to coming... Taking a deep breath, he starts taking longer, slower strokes and making a few animal-like noises.
Casting a glance at his buddy, who's staring at him transfixed, Dustin grunts, "Sorry, buddy, but I gotta do this...right now...I just gotta."
"'S okay," Joe murmurs, his voice revealing the lust he's fighting. His hands clench at his sides. He so wants to do what Dustin is doing...so wants to give in to his urges...but what would that make him? Gay? An animal? He may look like one, but he doesn't have to ACT like one.
But oh, his cock is so goddamn hard, and if he doesn't pull it out of his shorts soon, it's gonna...
"Fuck," he growls, shaking his shaggy head, trying to clear it. "I gotta stop lookin' at your cock, Duss. It's makin' me so fuckin' horny!"
"Well, seeing you with a boner's got me going too," Dustin says, relieved that Joe seems willing to talk about it. "I mean, that is one monster fuckin' dick you've got there." And with that, he too rips of his tank top, exposing his brawny chest, now thickly coated with a mat of shaggy brown hair.
"Well yours is hardly tiny!" Joe laughs back. Then it hits him, again, that he's standing half-naked in the desert with his equally half-dressed comrade standing there next to him.
There is a moment of silence; neither of them really knowing what to say, and then Joe does something that makes Dustin growl excitedly. Reaching down to his straining white shorts, he slowly unbuttons the fly, and pulling his huge hard-on out into the open, points it straight at Dustin's crotch.
"Let's do it, man. Let's jerk off together," he says, his voice almost a whisper. He leans against the truck; his shorts gaping, his hips thrust forward, and openly strokes his big furry dick, slowly and confidently. As he does, he keeps looking at Dustin, then back at his cock, then up at his buddy - now just as horny as Dustin was earlier.
Breathing hard, Dustin pads towards him. Reaching out, he puts a hand on Joe's shoulder and stares into his face, or what he can see of it beneath the layer of fur. In the course of the last few minutes he's grown a fine array of whiskers too.
"Are you sure, Joe?" he asks.
"Look at me. Look how hard I am," Joe replies and Dustin looks down at him. His body is taut, furry and muscular, and his cock... it's fantastic! ...standing straight out, but curving up just a bit towards the tip. The head, now emerged from the foreskin, is large and shiny, and the shaft is beautifully thick for the whole of its nine inches, getting slightly thicker near the head. Joe looks down at it as he holds it in his hand, occasionally squeezing it. "Yeah, he's ready," Dustin thinks. "And so am I." Standing there, looking at his best buddy's boner has gotten him as hard as a girder once more.
"Alright, dude," Dustin says. "Let's do it."
As soon as his hand starts to glide along his shaft, he lets out a growl, relishing the wondrous pleasure of stroking his dick. It's so weird to be doing this in front of his buddy, but man, it's so fucking sexy! As soon as he starts stroking his dick, Joe does the same. But almost immediately he starts pumping it really fast, like it's a race.
"Hey," Dustin says, "there's no hurry. Do it slow, yeah?" And he starts taking longer, slower strokes back and forth over his dick, letting his palm glide over the head until almost none of his hand is on it, and then sliding his closed fist back down over his dick, pulling it down to the base.
Watching Dustin, Joe begins to slow his stroke down. Soon, the two soldiers are jacking at the same pace. Joe's body seems to relax as he continues stroking. He widens his legs a bit and bends his knees, thrusting his hips forward. He's obviously enjoying this. And so is Dustin! Watching his bud jerk off in front of him is about the sexiest thing he can think of.
Joe leans against the truck, next to Dustin, and Dustin turns and does the same. Now they stand side by side, their sweaty backs stuck to the side of the vehicle, their hips pushing forward, stroking their dicks at almost the same pace. The air is silent except for the slapping sound coming from their hands and the two men's heavy breathing.
Suddenly Dustin reaches out with his left arm and drapes it across Joe's shoulder, pulling Joe towards him. Dustin stands there, holding Joe next to him, marvelling at the sight of the two of them stroking their dicks together. He knows he won't last much longer. In addition to the sight and sounds of their pumping hands, the smells wafting up from both their sweaty male bodies are intoxicating. Dustin is very familiar with his own pheromones, but there's a seriously nice musk coming from Joe too. As he stands next to his lion-like buddy, with his arm around his shoulders, Dustin can smell Joe's arousal, and it really gets his balls churning.
Joe is clearly getting off on jerking his dick alongside Dustin, too. His stroking starts to speed up and he's reached down with his left hand to pull on his nuts. The whole time, his furry face is pointed right towards Dustin's crotch and Dustin knows that Joe's watching his dick avidly.
"You like looking at my big hard cock?" Dustin asks quietly.
"Yeah," Joe growls back. "It's fucking awesome." Then he looks up at Dustin, seemingly ashamed of what he's just said. Instead, Dustin squeezes Joe's arm, pulling him even closer, and he kisses his buddy on the side of his head.
"Yeah, well I like watching you too," he says. "You've got a beautiful dick."
Rapidly Joe pulls out from under Dustin's arm, and away from the side of the truck, turning so he's facing his buff soldier buddy. His stroking is getting faster and his breathing is much heavier. He keeps spitting large globs of saliva into his fist, then slicking up his dick with it, and soon his dick is really slick and that familiar "slap, slap, slap" sound fills the air. Dustin stands, leaning against the truck, watching Joe pump his dick, lost in his own pleasure, and feels himself getting closer and closer to coming. Joe, meanwhile, has closed his eyes, but now opens them again, looking at Dustin kind of panicked. Dustin knows what he's going to say, that he's going to shoot his load - but the words that are blurted hoarsely state nothing of the sort...
"Duss, I'm...I'm...oh shit! Oh shit, man..." Wide-eyed, Joe turns to peer at his rear. "I'm sprouting a fuckin' TAIL!!!"