Deeper Deep Throat Vol. 2 Kin

Release Date:-
14 March 2026

Studio Notes:-

He smells sweet and…innocent. I can tell he smells me too. His nostrils flare. My scent is dank, earthy, manly. Like the animal in heat that I am. Our eyes are locked. He won't run again. I’ve got him. I reach up and stroke his cheek. He flinches. My hand slips behind his neck. I whisper in his ear, “You’re mine, boy.” He trembles.

I pull back. Eyes lock again, as I lean in and kiss him. Tongue slipping deep into his mouth. Claiming him. I feel him moan into my mouth. My other hand sliding around his waist. Slipping down into his pants. Soft. Warm. Round. Firm. Moist. Tight. With a last shudder his body melts against mine. Mine. My finger probes. Breaking him open. Slipping in. He whimpers. Mine. I turn him around to face the tree. My hands reach around. Unbuckling. Unsnapping. Pants slipping down to his knees.

I whisper again, in a voice that rumbles in my chest. Strong. In control. “So soft. So sweet. All mine.” He sighs. Slumping against the tree. Fingers dig into bark. He knows. I lean in against him. Musky sweat sealing my body to his. My hard satyr dick aching. Needing. Drooling. Searching. Finding.

I wake up! Sheets soaked in sweat, tangled around my legs. I can smell the musky scent of my own cum wafting up from the sticky splatters across my crotch and abs. My balls aching and empty from a massive orgasm. My torso is glazed with sweat and cum. My heart is racing, my lungs panting, as I'm struggling to breathe. My body is limp, and I just lay there feeling the cold itchy sensation of drying cum and the chill of a draft across my damp skin. My mind spins. Why?! Why does it happen? Always the same. And… Why do I wake up?! Always, just as? What?!

I feel out of sorts for days afterward. I can’t describe what I feel. Depressed? Melancholy? Irritable? I usually beat off every day at least once, if I don’t get on the apps and find an ass to fuck my load into. What can I say? I’m a hot guy. Unless it’s, I don’t know, 4am, all I have to do is flag myself “Looking,” and I can have some guy ass up in my bed within an hour. Ain’t modern technology grand? After one of those dreams I go for days, not even getting hard.

Sex doesn’t interest me anymore. I want something more than sex. I don’t know what. Fucking is fucking. What is more than fucking? It’s whatever comes after. It’s what I wake up before I get. Whatever the fuck that is? When I’m finally horny again, I look for a guy that likes it rough. Real rough, because I’m going to hate fuck his ass into oblivion. Then shut myself in the bathroom and sob until I can’t breathe.

It happened again a few days ago. It was different this time. A lot different. I had taken Dex and Kyle on a camping trip. Just the three of us, out in the woods working on merit badges. It was going to be myself, Dex and Zac, but Zac wasn’t feeling well and canceled. It’s a troop regulation that a scoutmaster can’t take a single scout camping. No scoutmaster should be out in the woods with less than two scouts to fuck. Kidding! Seriously, it’s more about a scout being stranded in the woods alone, if something were to happen to the scoutmaster. But I’m not going to argue against having two scouts to fuck.

Anyway, Dex’s friend Kyle wanted to go. He hasn’t even been pledged, yet. Really, this time, after everything I’ve been through over the past few months with this prostate in the throat thing, I really just wanted to spend a few days in the woods, if I didn’t get to fuck a boy it was fine. But there was a thunderstorm and I got stranded in the boys’ tent. Me and boys alone in a tent makes my dick think “boy ass!” My dick is not something that’s easy to hide. The boys saw it, and, well, boy ass was back on the menu. We had some fun, the storm passed over, and it was time to sleep.

Then the dream started. The satyr dream. This time I was chasing Kyle, the scout I didn’t fuck. Except that I didn’t wake up covered in cum. I woke up to the tent flaps open, a bright light coming in, and a man with satyr horns on his temples kneeling in the doorway. He told me that I really am a satyr. A Theban. Some kind of magical alternative human. When I fuck boys with my horns out, they turn into half human animals.

That was what the dreams are about. What I was missing. I wake up just before I fuck a dog into the boy against the tree. I didn’t have to ask him if he was serious. I didn’t question the most absolutely bizarre thing I’ve ever heard come out of another man's mouth. I knew it was true. My steel hard throbbing cock told me it was true. A feeling in the center of my chest like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly into an empty hole told me that it was true.

He motioned for me to come with him and the boys, as if in a trance, came with us. Stepping out of the tent, the woods were gone. We were surrounded by a bright white light. There were more men… Thebans… with horns on their temples. My brothers. My tribe. The boys were stretched out on a white pedestal for our pleasure. The air was filled with the heavy musky odor of men in heat. The strong animal lust from my dreams filled my body until my muscles quivered with it. This time my hard satyr dick sunk into the tight warm depths of a boy’s body, and my true self awakened.