Featherduster
	- By Khan
	

	A warm night in August in the city of Anthellesburg, for once
a night without rain, a night without the usual sirens on the streets
outside, a night that was later to become known for its record low
crime rate.
	A night when Keiann was away on one of his usual outings that
neither Khan nor Khalid could really get a grip on. A night when
Maxamillian had gone to dinner with his parents. A night with only two
jackals remaining in the large, shadowy cathedral. It was also
cleaning night.
	Khalid was moving around, humming softly to himself carrying a
feather duster with which he was currently dusting the tops of the
various bookshelves in Khan's extensive library. Khan, sitting on one
of the large pillows arranged around a low table at the center of the
maze of shelves and book stacks, tried to concentrate on the book he
was currently reading, a century old book called 'The Hitchhiker's
Guide to the Galaxy' while having a naked Khalid bend over right in
front of him, dusting a particularly low shelf, tail raised and
wagging.
	Khalid was teasing the other jackal, of course, and as always,
for Khan usually responded to it the best out of the other two
jackals, often ending up fucking the smaller jackal silly. Which the
smaller jackal didn't mind in the least. Prancing over, Khalid leaned
down and suddenly lifted Khan's hipcloth and thrust the feather duster
beneath and gave the sitting jackal's crotch a thorough tickling.
	With a yelp from the assailed jackal, the thick book went
flying, landing in a heap on an adjacent pillow while Khalid
innocently moved off again to dust some stack or other.
	"All right, that's it! You've teased me enough today. Are you
bored because your new fucktoy is off with his parents?" an
exasperated Khan muttered as he slowly patted his hipcloth down,
smoothing the fabric.
	Adopting an indignant look, Khalid turned towards Khan,
pointing the feather duster at the other jackal like a weapon. "He's
not my fucktoy, we just enjoy each other's company really, really
much, that's it."
	Then he turned back to his chores, a small, secret grin on his
muzzle as the thought of enjoying the bat caused a familiar stir down
between his legs. Suddenly the feather duster was plucked from his
hand, Khan having silently come up behind the smaller jackal.
	"You," he said, "need to calm down."
	Grabbing a hold of the other jackal's arm, Khan walked towards
the low table again and gently but firmly, pushed Khalid down on it,
making him sit. Smoothly, the taller jackal knelt and encircled
Khalid's growing erection with the fingers of one hand, immediately
starting to slowly stroke along its length. As much as for his own
pleasure of making the younger jackal squirm, Khan also meant what he
said about Khalid calming down, and this was usually the only way.
	Khalid emitted a low, pleasured moan, and Khan knew that he
had been right. The other jackal was hornier than ever, this last week
responding to every touch with a wide range of reactions, from merely
returning the touch to jumping his toucher and begging to be screwed.
Not that this in itself was unusual, but that Khalid was in this mode
constantly, 24/7, that was unusual. Everyone has a limit, but lately
the young jackal's limit had not been able to be found.
	Khan continued to gently stroke the other jackal to full
hardness, tenderly sliding his soft hand along the hardening flesh,
once in a while squeezing around the tip until Khalid was lying on the
table, legs hanging off the edge, the jackal panting and whimpering in
bliss.
	Holding his hand up in front of himself, Khan marveled at the
amount of pre the jackal he was pleasuring could produce. Connecting
his fingers to Khalid's hard cock were several sticky strands of the
clear liquid, making Khan chuckle quietly before he returned his
fingers to around the other jackal's member, resuming his slow
strokes. Leaning forward a bit, Khan murred as he extended his tongue
and flicked it out over the other jackal's tense flesh, eliciting a
rather loud, shuddering moan.
	Well, why not take advantage of the prone jackal, and give him
his fill, Khan silently mused to himself as he licked and stroked at
Khalid's penis. Slowly he stood, letting the other jackal take a few
breaths, relaxing, while he undid his belt and let his hipcloth drop
to the floor. He found himself to be semi-rigid already, the smooth
skin of his penis taut around his tip. Smiling to Khalid, he gave the
other jackal a small tug to his rock-hard cock before climbing onto
the low table himself.
	Khalid, now presented with new possibilities, murred loudly as
he watched Khan make his way up beside him, the other still with a
hand around his cock, causing his mind to work in slightly fuddled
ways. Khan positioned himself roughly perpendicular to Khalid, smiling
down at the other as he slowly stroked, needing nothing to get hard
himself, his penis slowly rising to fullness. Watching, Khalid slowly
licked his lips as he gazed at the other jackal's member stiffening,
squirming a little as his own was stroked, dribbles of pre running
down the underside of his length.
	Murring loudly, Khan leaned down to gently take the tip of the
prone jackal's cock into his muzzle, suckling gently with soft flicks
of his tongue over the flesh. Khalid, in turn, lost all thoughts of
actually doing anything to Khan as he felt the soft, warm muzzle
engulf the sensitive tip of his penis, groaning loudly while he
writhed on the smooth table.
	Continuing to softly suckle and lick on the other jackal's
cock, Khan started to softly bob his head up and down along just half
of Khalid's length, holding the base with his hand, squeezing gently
now and then. Casting a glance towards the prone jackal, he watched
Khalid slowly edge around until he was lying half under Khan, who
lifted a leg as the other jackal insistently prodded his hip. With a
gasp and a louder murr, Khan felt Khalid's soft tongue flick up over
his own hard member, increasing his own efforts to bring the younger
jackal to his release.
	The sensation of the other jackal's warm, wet muzzle sliding
up the length of his penis, however, considerably distracted him, his
pace on the cock in his own muzzle halted for a while as he caught his
breath. Gently, he spread his legs, lowering his hips towards the
suckling muzzle between his thighs and let the other jackal take more
and more of his own lightly dribbling penis into his muzzle.
	Where Keiann actually had been, was his own business, and the
two other jackals never asked. Well, not often anyway. Presently, he
was stripping off his coat, ears perked at peculiar sounds emanating
from the library that was just down the hallway. He knew how much Khan
-enjoyed- his library, and wouldn't be surprised if he and Khalid were
up to something.
	Grinning with satisfaction that he had, indeed, been correct,
Keiann walked through the archway that led into the library and
silently walked between the bookshelves until he could see the two
other jackals, Khan straddling Khalid's muzzle while he sucked on the
other's cock, Khalid flat on his back on the table underneath Khan,
both quite obviously enjoying themselves from the sounds they were
making.
	Quietly, Keiann removed the rest of his clothing, giving
Khalid a wink and made a hushing motion with a finger to his lips as
he spotted the other jackal looking at him. Khalid flicked an ear,
grinning around the member in his muzzle and then resumed to
insistently bob his head along it. Pulling off his socks last, Keiann
was now naked and slowly he approached the two on the table, already
hardening from the sight of the two but aiding himself towards arousal
with a hand, lightly stroking it along the light-brown skin of his
cock.
	Khan, unknowing that Keiann had arrived back at the house, was
happily wagging his raised tail back and forth as he sucked on the
jackal beneath him, head moving slowly up and down, ears perked while
he pleasured and was pleasured. Reaching silently beneath the table
with his free hand, Keiann pulled out a bottle of lube and quickly
spread some of the slick liquid along his rapidly growing penis until
it glistened softly in the dim light of the lamps high above. Then he
smeared a few drops on one of Khalid's fingers, who got the idea, and
immediately raised said hand, sliding it along the inside of Khan's
thigh, softly caressing his ballsac briefly before reaching the soft
skin around the other jackal's tailhole.
	As if merely a part of the pleasure they were currently giving
each other, Khalid started to rub the now body-warm lube into the
other jackal's tailhole, wiggling his fingertip inside, but no more,
making Khan gasp for air, shivering slightly but still continued to
eagerly suck and lick.
	As Khalid slipped his finger away from the other jackal's
tailhole, Keiann quickly put the tip of his by now hard penis against
the warm pucker and pushed, groaning softly as he slid himself into
the other male who gasped and bucked his hips in surprise at the
feeling of a warm, hard cock starting to enter him. Khan raised his
head slightly, panting, to look over his shoulder where a wildly
grinning Keiann was slowly pressing forward until he had the entire
length of his member up inside the other jackal.
	Panting for breath at the pleasure of having both the muzzle
around his pre-dribbling cock and Keiann's penis being slid carefully
but firmly into him, Khan lowered his muzzle to resume his attentions
to Khalid, engulfing the cock hungrily, letting his tongue swirl over
the smooth surface of Khalid's glans before running it down the shaft.
	Leaning over the other jackal, Keiann started to rock his hips
in smooth, long movements, groaning as he dragged his cock along
Khan's warm insides. Not before long he settled into a rhythm of
languid but firm thrusts, feeling himself being drawn quickly towards
his release inside the other jackal. His moaning whines soon joined
the muffled pants of the other two as they thrust, sucked and licked
in and on each other.
	Khan could feel Khalid getting closer as the other dribbled
more and more of the warm, salty pre into his muzzle, and increased
his efforts slowly, bobbing his head up and down at about the same
pace as Keiann thrust into him. A certain tingling in his own groin
spread slowly through him, signalling his own imminent release, and
rhythmically clenching around Keiann, he settled in to concentrate on
the cock that was being slid in and out of him. His muzzle suckled on
Khalid's member, feeling it swell slightly just before the jackal
came, spurts of hot, thick seed shooting up into his mouth, a loud,
satisfied murr rising in his throat just before the sensation of
Khalid's coming pushed him over his own edge, pulsing cock shooting
down into the other jackal's muzzle.
	Keiann, having felt Khan tense up, knew that the other was
close and so he quickly picked up the pace, panting loudly, gritting
his teeth as the tight insides of Khan clenched around him while the
other jackal came. Letting out a low, choked back cry, Keiann gripped
Khan's hips tightly in his hands and started to thrust quickly and
sharply until he pushed over the edge, releasing his own load of seed
into the jackal's rear.
	All three panted loudly, then slowly managed to relax, Khan
sliding his muzzle slowly off of Khalid, letting his tongue swirl
around the softening flesh, cleaning it as he slowly raised his own
hips, feeling Khalid do the same to his own member. Both Khan and
Keiann moaned, and the standing jackal slowly pulled out of Khan,
panting loudly as he leaned down to gently kiss Khalid on the lips.
	Khan rolled off Khalid and lay on the table, panting, as
Keiann left the library with a satisfied half-grin, half-smile, to
wash up and dress for dinner.