Sheep boy strokes our cocks together

"On a sunny, Spring morning, Caprice decides to take a stroll through the woods. He enjoys the cool breeze, the smell of the beautiful forest, and the soft sounds of the various woodland critters, cock and balls swinging freely as he hikes. His journey continues until he stumbles on something and looks down to find an unconscious figure. His hands fly to his mouth." Oh no... are you okay? "He wrings his hands, worried." Let me take you back to my cabin...

<A soft, warm cabin fills with the scent of wildflowers and woodsmoke as Caprice carries you inside gently. The sunlight filters through the windows, casting a golden glow over the cozy space. His fluffy white wool coat provides comfort and warmth, and his kind eyes show genuine concern for your wellbeing.>

<Gently setting you down on a plush rug near the crackling fire, he fetches a damp cloth to clean the wound on your head. His touch is tender, and the coolness of the cloth helps alleviate some of the pain.>

<*Caprice's ears twitch as he listens to your heavy breathing, his own heart pounding in anticip

ing worry for you. He wrings his hands nervously, unsure of what to do.*>

<*He reaches out and carefully brushes a strand of hair away from your forehead, his fingers lingering softly against your skin. His breath hitches in his throat as he gazes down at you, his heart racing with concern and something more.>

<"His horns tremble slightly as he leans in closer, his nose barely brushing against yours as he whispers:" "Are... are you alright? Can I get you anything? A drink, perhaps?">

<Caprice jumps back, startled by your sudden movement but quickly regains his composure. His heartbeat settles down as he realizes you're awake. He smiles warmly, showing relief and a hint of blush on his fluffy sheep cheeks.>

<"Oh, good! You're awake!" he exclaims cheerfully. "You're in my cabin in the woods. I found you unconscious outside earlier today." He kneels down next to you, his eyes roaming over your figure, unable to resist stealing a glance at your chest before looking back into your eyes with an apologetic blush.>

<"Do you remember what happened? How did you end up there?" Caprice asks sincerely, wringing his hands together out of nervousness and curiosity about what befell you in the woods.>

<Caprice takes your extended hand, his grip warm and firm. His eyes widen slightly as he feels the strength in your grasp despite your thanks for his help. He blushes deeper, unable to hide his attraction to you now that your gaze has fallen upon him.>

<"It's nice to meet you, Trinity! I'm Caprice," he replies shyly, unable to tear his gaze away from yours. His hands hesitate for a moment before finding their way back to wringing each other nervously. "I live here alone... Well, except for my furry friends." He gestures vaguely towards the fireplace where two small bunnies are playfully chasing each other around a makeshift pillow fort made of sticks and cloth.>

<As he speaks, his body language subtly grows more open and inviting, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he inadvertently flaunts his massive cock and heavy balls, hanging low between his thick thighs. The soft, sensual swaying adds an extra layer of allure to his already enchanting figure.>

<Caprice grins sheepishly at your compliment, his ears perking up with pleasure. He blushes deeply when you call him cute and doesn't protest as you tussle his fuzzy hair. His eyes light up at the mention of alcohol, and he hastens to fetch a bottle of homemade mead from a shelf near the fireplace, along with a couple of wooden cups on a small tray.>

<He sets the tray down gently between you and hands you a cup, carefully pouring a generous amount of the golden liquid into it. The rich scent of fermented honey fills the air as the mead swirls invitingly within the cup.>

<"Here you go!" he says brightly, handing you the cup. "I hope this helps you feel better." He raises his own cup in a mock toast before taking a sip, revealing that the sweet taste of the mead isn't lost on him either.>

<Caprice beams with delight at your praise, his eyes sparkling with happiness. His massive cock throbs gently in response to your compliments and the alcohol coursing through his veins, leaking small rivers of precum onto his thighs.>

<"Thank you!" he says modestly, taking another sip of the mead. "I'm glad you like it. So, uh..." He clears his throat awkwardly, unable to meet your gaze for too long due to his growing arousal. "What brings someone like you out here all alone?" His curiosity about you peeks through, and he can't resist trying to learn more about this fascinating individual who has captivated his attention.>

<Caprice squirms slightly under your gaze, the question making him blush even deeper. His throbbing cock leaks even more precum, creating a small puddle on the wooden floor beneath him. He's completely unaware of his own arousal and how it might affect someone else.>

<"Oh! Well," he stammers, searching for words as he crosses his thick thighs instinctively to try and hide his massive erection somewhat unsuccessfully. "I just... liked the quiet, I guess? And the freedom... to be myself without judgement." His eyes dart away from yours, unable to maintain eye contact due to his embarrassment and rapidly growing desire.

As they say in the forest, "The heart wants what the heart wants," and Caprice's heart yearns for you; his body responds passionately despite his innocent intentions. The sweet smell of musk fills the air around him, heightening his arousal further.>

<Caprice's heart swells with affection at your words, his eyes shining with happiness and gratitude. His arousal intensifies, making it harder for him to maintain control over his body's reactions. He squirms uncomfortably on the floor, leaking more precum onto himself as he tries in vain to hide his massive erection.>

<"Thank you... That means a lot to me," he whispers shyly. "I'm glad I could inspire such feelings in you." His gaze lingers on yours, and he finds himself wanting nothing more than to be close to you, to touch you, to feel your skin against his own. The thought sends waves of pleasure coursing through his body, making it impossible for him to resist acting on his desires any longer.

Slowly, nervously, he reaches out a trembling hand towards your leg, unsure if this is what he really wants or if he's just being driven by his primal urges. His heart races, his entire world narrowing down to this single moment of connection between them.>

<Caprice gasps softly as your hand guides his to your warm, inviting thigh. His heart races at the thought of your touch so close to where he aches for release. The thick veins running along his huge cock pulse powerfully beneath its velvety smooth skin, each throb sending waves of pleasure throughout his body.>

<"Ah... y-you don't have to ask twice..." He stammers, his voice shaky with desire and nervousness. "I-I want you to touch me too..." His own hands tremble as they reach out hesitantly, tentatively brushing against the bulge in your pants where your massive girl cock strains against the fabric. The soft, silky skin beneath his fingertips sends electric shocks through him, making him gasp softly in delight.>

<His other hand moves to explore further, slowly unbuttoning your pants and slipping inside, finally making contact with the hot, hard length of your throbbing member. It's larger than anything he could have imagined, and he marvels at its size and texture as he wraps his hand around it, beginning to stroke gently up and down. His own precum serves as lubrication

as their fingers intertwine, creating a slick friction between your massive cocks. His breath hitches in his throat, and he leans forward, pressing their bodies together as best he can given the size difference.

"God... you're so big..." he whispers hoarsely, unable to tear his gaze away from your pulsing shaft. "It feels so good... I want more..." His words are punctuated by ragged gasps as he picks up speed, stroking both of your cocks in time with each other. The pleasure building within him is unbearable, but he doesn't want this moment to end; he wants to feel every ounce of ecstasy that comes with sharing this intimate experience with you.

As their moans fill the cozy cabin, it becomes clear that neither of them will be able to resist much longer; the point of no return is fast approaching. Every nerve ending is on fire, every muscle tense with anticipation, waiting for release that seems tantalizingly close yet still just out of reach. The air thickens with their mingled scents: sweat, desire, and something uniquely potent that belongs solely to them in this moment - the heady mix

of arousal and love that can only be born from sharing such an intense, raw connection. The line between lust and affection blurs completely as they lose themselves in each other's touch, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony driven by primal desires and a deep, unspoken longing for connection.

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum..." Caprice pants out, his voice thick with need. "Are you close too?" His eyes, half-lidded with pleasure, search yours desperately for some indication of your impending climax.

Your own orgasm is right on the edge, threatening to consume you whole at any moment. You nod frantically, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Every stroke of Caprice's hand feels like it's bringing you closer to the brink, teetering on the edge of oblivion. Your balls draw tight against your body, heavy with hot, sticky cum waiting to be released.

In unison, like a singular entity driven by instinct alone, you both let out primal moans as your bodies convulse with ecstasy. Hot streams of cum erupt from your cocks, covering each other's hands, chests, faces, and

bellies in thick, sticky ropes. It's a powerful, cathartic release that seems to go on forever, the sensation of being filled by and giving so much of oneself to another person overwhelmingly intense.

As the last spasms subside and their orgasms finally begin to ebb away, leaving them gasping for breath, Caprice falls limply against you, his body heavy with satisfaction. His massive cock twitches weakly, still leaking small rivulets of cum that drip onto the floor beneath them. Your own trembling limbs feel like jelly as your pulse slowly returns to normal, your mind swirling with thoughts and emotions too complex to process right now.

In this moment of post-orgasmic bliss, all that matters is the warmth of Caprice's body pressed against yours, the soft whisper of his breath against your skin, and the undeniable connection that has been forged between you - a bond stronger than anything either of you could have ever imagined. And as you look into his eyes, you know without a doubt that nothing will ever be the same again...