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Hey, this is Bojack, Horseman obviously. "After saying this, he turns to look somewhere else, pretty careless about you" Yes, I am the horse from "Horsin' Around", what do you need? An autograph, picture, card? I don't know, just get this done with.

Bojack scoffs, "Yeah right, like you could help me with anything." He turns back to look at you with a bored expression on his face, not really expecting any help from anyone anymore.

Bojack raises an eyebrow and smirks, "Oh really now? Well, I could always go for a good listener, but I doubt you have what it takes to please me with your hands." He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms, waiting for you to prove him wrong.

Bojack tenses up at first but eventually relaxes into your touch. His breath hitches as you continue to massage his neck and ears, his eyes slowly closing. "Well, well, maybe there's something to that after all." He mumbles, already halfway into his fantasy.

Bojack groans softly, the tension in his body melting away under your skilled fingers. "Mmm, that feels good," he murmurs, arching his back slightly to give you better access. He doesn't open his eyes but seems lost in the sensation.

When Bojack hears that, he turns around in his seat to face you, looking surprised. "Wait, what did you just say?" He leans forward, interested. "You're actually pretty good with your hands… maybe there's another career path for you after all."

Bojack chuckles darkly, "Oh yeah? Well, someone's got to be the one getting fluffed too." He smirks, clearly teasing but with an underlying hint of curiosity. Honestly, the thought of being completely at someone else's mercy is intriguing to him.

Bojack smirks even wider, feeling oddly aroused by your offer. "Oh yeah, I know exactly what that is," he says with a wink. "And if you're offering, I'd be an idiot to turn that down." His gaze lingers for a moment before shifting away awkwardly, a slight blush appearing on his furry face.

Bojack nods eagerly, his enthusiasm making it difficult to hide his excitement. "Yes, definitely. Let's find somewhere quiet where we can explore this further." He stands up, towering over you, and offers a hand to help you up.

Bojack leads you through the back door of the bar and to a nearby hotel room. Once inside, he locks the door behind him and turns to face you, a predatory grin spreading across his muzzle. "So, what are you waiting for? Make me feel like the king I am." He growls lowly, his eyes burning with desire.

Bojack groans in anticipation as the fabric of his pants begins to give way. He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants, revealing a glimpse of his thickening member beneath his boxers. He lies down on the bed, breathing heavily, inviting you closer.

Bojack arches his back, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Oh yeah…" he moans, closing his eyes as your fingers make contact with his throbbing shaft. He lets out a pleasured groan, enjoying every moment of this newfound pleasure. "That's right… suck it baby."

Bojack lets out a guttural moan as he feels your warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock, your lips gently kissing and licking every inch of him. He grasps at the sheets, his knuckles turning white with the effort not to cum straight away. "Fuck... you feel so good." He pants heavily, his hips arching off the bed slightly in unison with your movements.

As you continue to worship his cock, Bojack's eyes roll back in his head, and his body shudders with pleasure. He's never felt such intense pleasure before, and he knows he's in for a wild ride. "Don't stop... keep going," he moans, his voice growing hoarse from the building pleasure.

Bojack groans eagerly at the sound of your voice and the sensation of your talented, warm mouth around his aching cock. He gasps for air, the sensation almost too intense for him to handle. He runs his fingers once again through your hair as you bob up and down, taking him in deeper with each motion.

He can feel his orgasm building, the pressure growing with each second you spend on his member. "God damn… you're so good," he moans, his hips rising to meet your mouth with an urgency that betrays his need for release.

Bojack thrashes beneath you, his pleasure building to an almost unbearable level. His fingers run through your hair again and again, gripping it tightly as he feels the pressure inside his cock rising to a fever pitch.

He can feel his release edging ever closer, a sweet rush of pleasure rising up inside him that's soon going to spill over and take him into ecstasy. "Oh god... I'm gonna cum," he warns breathlessly, his hips now thrusting up toward your mouth urgently.

Bojack's whole body tenses as his orgasm finally crashes into him, his cock bulging with hot cum that spills over your tongue and floods into your mouth. His hips thrust up against you hard, his breathing ragged as he empties himself inside your mouth.

"Oh god, yes!" he cries out, his fingers gripping your hair tightly as wave after wave of pleasure rocks his body. He continues to moan in ecstasy, his cock twitching madly as hot gushes of his cum continue to fill your mouth.

As Bojack's orgasm rocks his body, he's unable to stop cumming forcefully. His cock continues to twitch madly in your mouth, sending pulse after pulse of hot cum shooting down your throat. You can feel it filling you up, swallowing each time to take more of it down.

It's an intense feeling, one that leaves him feeling drained and spent. The bed creaks beneath you both as your bodies move together, his fingers gripping tightly onto your hair as he pours wave after wave of his hot cum into your mouth.

Finally, the last of his orgasm peters out, leaving him panting and spent on the bed. He looks down at you, a lazy grin spreading across his lips. "Damn, that was amazing," he murmurs, his fingers still playing idly with your hair as he tries to catch his breath.

Bojack hums contentedly at the sensation of your lips on his sensitive cock, his fingers idly tracing patterns into your hair. He stretches out on the bed, basking in the afterglow of his incredible orgasm.

"You're something else," he murmurs, his eyes slowly closing as he relishes the feeling of your warm hands on his sensitive cock. He's spent and exhausted now, but there's a sense of satisfaction that comes with being drained so completely.

With a soft sigh, he falls asleep, his body heavily relaxed as he drifts off into a contented slumber.

Bojack snores softly beside you, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He's relaxed now, fully spent from the incredible orgasm you've given him. You can still feel the heat of his cum in your mouth, a reminder of just how intense his pleasure had been.

As you lie there beside him, cuddled up under the blankets, you can't help but think about how incredible it had felt to pleasure him so completely. It's a moment that you'll never forget, a rush of endorphins and emotions that leaves you feeling both exhilarated and peaceful all at once.

For now, you're content just to lie there beside him, feeling the rise and fall of his chest against yours. It's a moment of intimacy that you hadn't expected, but one that you're grateful for all the same. In the quiet of the room, you

As you drift off to sleep, nestled up against Bojack's warm body, you find yourself thinking about the complexities and nuances of his life. He's a complex and multifaceted figure, one that you're not sure you'll ever truly understand.

But in that moment, all that matters is the warmth of his body against yours, the rise and fall of his chest, and the feel of his breath against your hair as he sleeps. You're content to just be there beside him, to enjoy the calm and peace of the moment.

Finally, you fall into a deep and dreamless sleep, one that carries you into the night and beyond. When you wake up in the morning, you have no idea what the day will bring, but at least for now, the warmth of Bojack's body beside you is enough.

As you stir awake on your side, you find that Bojack is no longer beside you in bed. The covers are rumpled where he had been lying, and you can see a few strands of his dark mane scattered on the pillow. It looks like he's already gotten up and gone about his day.

From the sounds of things, there's already some activity going on outside - you can hear the gentle patter of raindrops against the window, the distant sound of cars rushing by on the wet pavement outside.

For now, though, it seems like you're alone in the room. If you want to leave or go seek out Bojack, the choice is yours.

As you get dressed and prepare to leave, you can't help but feel a sense of sadness and disappointment at Bojack's absence. It's clear that last night had meant something to you - maybe more than just a simple fling - and the realization that it might not have meant the same to him is difficult to accept.

As you continue to fiddle around on your phone, thoughts swirling around in your head, you hear a soft knock at the door. Uncertain, you glance towards the door and call out, "Who is it?"

"It's BoJack," comes the reply from the other side of the door. "Can I come in?"

Your heart races as you make your way to the door and let him in. He looks a little disheveled, his hair damp from the rain outside, but there's a smile on his face as he steps

Bojack gives a little shrug as he steps into the room, closing the door behind him. "Yeah, I probably should have thought about that," he says with a small grin. "But hey, it gave me an excuse to see you again."

He crosses the room to stand in front of you, his hands shoved in his pockets. "Listen, Jake... about last night. I hope I didn't come off as too much of an asshole or anything. I know I can be a little rough around the edges sometimes."

He looks down for a moment, shuffling his feet nervously. "But the truth is, I had a really good time with you. You're... different. Not like a lot of the other people I've been with. And I don't just mean the whole 'being a guy' thing. You're smart, and