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I rapped my knuckles on the door three times, the sharp cracking sound ringing loudly in the soft fading light as i bounced on my hooves a little. My nerves were flooded with sensation, the familiar pins-and-needles of too much adrenaline and emotional agitation. My neck cracked a little as I rocked it side to side clearing all the kinks out of my neck, the soft hoof steps on the other side of the solid oak door teased my ears.

My head snapped back and forth reflexively as I shunted my strained nerves away, assuming the cool confident mask that I'd come to wear in times of stress and extreme arousal. I shifted a bit letting my flared cock slip down my inseam a little as it lengthened and thickened shivering at the feeling.

I wasn't supposed to be here. Not yet. I'd told him I'd be here tomorrow after promising him I'd visit him for over a year now. He always responded with a 'yeah sure, I'm nothing special' comment. Then about a month ago the plans had been made in earnest. I'd told him to block some time free as I'd be coming for a visit. One I desperately wanted and worked hard to make happen, one that we both wanted. For all of our online fun, and commiseration we've never met. In person anyway.

He knew more about me than anyone else, even my dear old mother, and that's saying something. She knew just about everything. Just about. There are some things a stallion doesn't tell someone else, even their dear aged pinto mother. But not him. No. He got to know every secret. Every little dark niggling bit of errata that made up my personality. From my strange fetish of wanting to lick my own cum off of my bottom's ass to my obsession with topping bigger guys. Ok, so that last one wasn't that strange, but, to some it did seem strange. All my other hoss friends found nice little felines or canines to cuddle with, sometimes leash up, and stroll around the Castro with, or take with them down to The Stud. The name of that bar always made me nicker in amusement. But not, me. I had always wanted a nice stallion I could be with and who I could top. Another hoss and I'd finally found one.

The pics he had sent me all those months ago had cinched the deal for me. He was taller than me. A little heftier too, and the rest of him? His personality, the mutual interests we shared, and the way we seemed to click? Well all of it made it that much more delicious. Besides, the intense play sessions had morphed over time. We shared life stories, secrets, desires, and even a few normal things like recipes or political opinions. Play turned to friendship. Friendship to true desire. Then tentative feelings of deeper emotions. I'd sworn to him that we would get to meet and explore our interests and appetites together. He always would say the same thing. "It'll never happen."

Then I'd made him a bet. A simple one. If I wasn't able to visit him within a year, I'd take one of the most humiliating pics of myself I could think of, and post it to Furmeet (my dating profile online). I'd have to do myself up properly; coifed mane, lipstick, my cock in a cage, wearing a French maid outfit (the front cut away to let my cock jut free on display) wearing a note saying "I'm free tonight only." I'd agreed that I would give my real address and leave my door unlocked. This hoss ain't no bottom slut. Wasn't going to happen. Like I needed any type of a goad though. Just being able to be with him would be enough.

Then a month ago I'd told him I was ready to buy the plane tickets.

'Yeah sure'

'When are you free'

'Never hehe I charg$'

'No. When R U free?'

'Srsly?'

He was shy. I knew it from the beginning and I was patient with him. I wouldn't be able to just force myself on him, but I would have to be persistent. It was a delicate balance of give and take, of promising him I wasn't a creep, and that I really did find him attractive.

Then last week I sent the final e-mail asking him his exact address and directions to his place. It had taken a day to respond. I had begun to worry that I might have to try to get a refund on my tickets when he responded with the info.

I also told him I'd be there on the 11th after I got in on the 10th. A little white lie. I would be there on the 11th, after seeing him on the 10th and showing up early. I knew him. If I showed up on time he'd be a nervous wreck and afraid of what I would think of him. He'd work himself into a lather, and fret, and fumble, and not really be himself. Sure he'd seen my cock online. Our role play sessions had gotten heated a few times like when I'd whinnied his name as I came shooting so hard I coated my monitor screen with jiz. It was so bad my seed had gotten into the source and power buttons. Let me tell you, that is not covered under any warranty. But be that as it may, I knew this would be different. This would be real. I'd have to take initiative.

My lips curved in a smirk as those hoof beats got closer to the door. Looks like I was about to win that bet. No French Maid outfit for this hoss!

All of a sudden it seemed as if my world slowed down. The door handle moved a fraction of an inch when a paw touched it on the other side of the door. The soft metallic scrape of the tumblers moving, the handle dropping down as the latch released. Then the soft woosh of air as the door opened.

It took him less than a second to realize it was me as he stood there, realization freezing him in place. An instant equine statue. He was half a head taller than me, and a little bit of a beefy hoss. Oh my. My mouth watered as I stared at him. He looked every inch the stud I saw in those pictures. Sweet face, grey dappled coat, black mane, and baby blue eyes. It looked like I had caught him relaxing. Plain rumpled white t-shirt, and a pair of blue shorts.

A totally shocked look on his muzzle.

"Elias?"

His voice cracked a little, a pained and surprised squeak. I had him for sure.

I nodded and reached out to him, pulling him to me, giving him a hug and remembering our chats, making certain he knew I was real, and that I was true to my word about only giving hugs to those I found attractive.

I remembered what he said. 'I'm not a hugger really. Never really had the chance. With you though...'

I held him for a few seconds until I felt him reach around me with trembling arms in a tentative embrace.

"Y-you're really here!?"

I didn't give him time to recover. I pulled back and nodded once. "So do I get to come in?"

I kept my face confident, and serene. In reality I wanted to throw up so badly, but I held it in. Not a good first impression to give someone. 'Oops, that was my hamburger...nice to meet you!' No - not the way I wanted things to go.

His muzzle worked for a few seconds and I finally raised an eyebrow letting him know I was still, indeed, waiting for an answer. He shook his mane suddenly and jumped a little.

"Y-yes. Of course!" He spoke fast, nervously. I stepped in smartly, cleaning my hooves efficiently on his doormat. The apartment looked exactly as I had pictured in my mind. It was a little crammed with stuff, but overall neat. Tidy. I grinned at some of the art on the walls. Fantasy all of it, but well done.

The door closed behind me and he stood there for a moment shuffling his hooves his shyness painfully evident. That was another reason I showed up unannounced. It would keep him off balance and unable to get overly introverted. If he did he'd loose his nerve. I couldn't let that happen.

"I'd love a glass of that wine you had the other day. I assume you still have some?" I sat my backpack down and rocked on my hooves a little.

"Uh yeah....of course." He walked quickly to where I assumed the kitchen was and began to rummage. I picked my way into the living room and sat down. He'd had some snacks out, looked like some veggie sticks, and a movie was paused on his TV. I couldn't tell what it was by the image of a car driving down a road.

As I looked around, listening to the horse busy himself with my wine in the kitchen, I took note of the detritus of life, letting the reality of this moment sink in. Subtle clues that told me in so many words the story of who he was. Who the computerized image was in fur and flesh. Each moment that past he became more real. More solid and not some icon or image on my computer screen. His apartment (beyond the entry) was a little unkempt. He had clothing all over the place. There were a few items out he'd probably not wanted anyone to see. I eyed the 'Raging Stallion' dildo that was plainly visible from the couch as it sat proudly on the counter in the bathroom. I had to chuckle a little inwardly. I'd seen him impale himself several times online, but also knew he would have been mortified if anyone had seen it in person.

"Here...here...ah...yeah" He stepped into the room quickly and saw where I was looking. Like a shot he quickly trotted over and closed the bathroom door, the tips of his grey ears now red from embarrassment. I'd seen him moan about my cock ramming into him while riding it, one of his paws viciously twisting his own nipple, his tongue poking out a little from his lips in orgasmic concentration, but now that I was here, he was embarrassed. So adorable.

I took a sip of the wine. I could taste a hint of apple. Just like he'd described online. Yeah I'm a horse. I love apples. Sue me. The taste teased my tongue and I savored it letting the liquid roll on my tongue. My eyes roamed over his form, each glance and pass confirming my growing lust for who he was, not only as a person, but also physically. He really was tall, but retiring, the big horse trying to hide behind his forelock. I knew that inside this stallion though was an insatiable lover. Someone who could possibly match my own needs and desires and keep up, and on the outside a sweet and demure equine. Sweet and salty. Tender and hard. Such a dichotomy. I mean, here he stood in front of me, masculine stallion, beautiful eyes, a sexual appetite that was adventurous and insatiable, and yet he demurely submissive. I wanted to scream.

In joy.

He was so perfect and never had any idea. I was determined to make him see that my passion wasn't just words.

I sat the glass down on the side table next to a porn magazine "Flared! Horse Connection" I pointedly ignored it even though it was an issue I hadn't seen yet.

My hooves dug into the carpet as I hefted my form up to stand in front of him. He looked down his long nose at me, his nostrils flared a little in fear. It was distinctly odd. Here I was the more dominant and commanding hoss, and a top to boot, standing in front of a sweet shy "little" stallion who was taller and bigger than me. It thrilled me in a way I can't explain without sounding creepy.

Again, I didn't pause and reached forward to cup his chin, his eyes locked on mine, staring at me in a mixture of nerves and what could only be described as desire. I knew my own eyes were reflecting at least that last emotion, and I gave in to it, my heavy balls aching with desperate need. I had to have him, and told him so in a way he really would understand. Leaning forward, I felt my lips brush against his tenderly, a gentle velvet caress, his breath warm on my nose.

He shook a little with what could only be fear for an instant, then stilled. I leaned into the kiss, pressing myself forward nuzzling his lips, gently brushing my rough tongue over them finally tasting him for the first time. He was so sweet. So muskily sweet I felt my knees go weak a little as I felt him press into me, his shyness abating.

He moaned into my muzzle as I slowly slipped my tongue into his mouth, bringing my hand to his back, pulling him in, a soft nicker leaving my throat at the same time. We kissed, passionately, and without reservations as we finally greeted each other properly as two horses should. Lip to lip, tongue to tongue, friend to friend, and dare I saw, lover to lover.

My breath was quick as I pulled away gently, our eyes still locked together. Green to hazel, younger to older, inexperienced to experienced, shy to confident. I smiled a little, the habitual smirk I had returning to my muzz.

"Well, you don't have to worry if I'm real anymore, do you."

I held my emotions in check, but it was hard as I felt the huskiness creep into my voice a little. He smiled at that and shook his head no.

"Nah, you're real, now the question is, can you keep up with me?"

This? This game? It was one we played online. He'd always tease me. Yes, I'm older than him by a few years, but I'm just now in my prime. He's still pretty young for a stallion! Ok, well he has been a stallion for a few more years than I'm letting on, but he was no 'barely legal' colt and I certainly wasn't anywhere near a 'grey-muzzle. '

I was also surprised when he reached down to my belt and unhooked the buckle. Woah! We'd gone from "hello" to "HELLO!" Ok I was surprised yes, but not shocked. We both already knew what the other had to offer, and we were both fans of each other's bodies.

One chance. I have one chance, and I gambled everything on one gesture as my paws flew forward and undid his fly just as eagerly as he worked on mine, my hooved thumbs hooking under the khaki waistline pulling down. Belatedly he crossed his knees to try to stop the shorts from dropping. He squealed with indignation. "Hey! I don't have on underwear!!! Its not fair! You'll still have clothing on!"

I could only chuckle mischievously. "Well, that's your fault isn't it? I sure as hell am!" The cloth of his pants hissed against his fur as I yanked them down, his mottled cock slipping free and beginning to harden.

"What, think you're going to 'beat me' and get me naked first? Why? This isn't a race. Or is it? Whats the matter, afraid you can't keep up with an older hoss?" I hated my smirk, but he coaxed it out of me somehow. Damn.

He struggled for only a moment more as his pants finally hit his hocks. My paws gripped the hem of his shirt and pulled it forcefully over his head.

"Ahhhh --- so much better in person!" I huffed admiring the sight. He always insisted he wasn't in the best of shape, but he was quite the eyeful in my book. His body was soft, silky under my paw as I ran my hooved finger down his side. I knew it was one of his sensitive spots and let my digit trace a wandering line. His eyes closed and I saw pre bead on the tip of his slowly hardening cock.

"Ooooh. I should never .... aaaah....never have told you about that." It was whispered but came out with a soft nickering sigh of pleasure.

He composed himself with an effort of will and deftly finished with my belt and pants sliding them down. Unlike him I didn't resist, letting the cloth lower unimpeded. A lusty sigh huffed out of my muzzle when they were off. His face beamed into a grin as he looked down at the cheap jock I wore. I made it a point to tease him about my jock wearing habit knowing how much it turned him on. It was a constant in our little role playing sessions and in reality were almost a guilty but necessary pleasure for me. They always made me feel more secure. Being a stud could be, well, "embarrassing," and they helped life to be less so. But I had made certain to put one on that I'd worn for a few weeks first. His ultimate guilty pleasure..musky manly jocks stuffed full of cock.

He sank to his knees like a supplicant at a religious altar. His breath caressed the cloth and warmed my leathery sheath and cock tip. I shuddered as he leaned in and pressed his nose to my bulge. I'd had guys do this before. A nice wolf a few years ago who worshiped stallions and loved gym wear had been in a similar position, but I'd never felt so turned on by anyone. This was him. My ideal stallion breathing me in. I guess the saying that the real passion comes from who you are with and how they press your buttons is true. If it's someone you want badly, then the impact and experience will be so much more intense. I had to admit it was.

He snorted once, twice, three times. He kept taking in deep lungfulls of my musk. My paw rested on his head, my fingers curling in his mane. "Ohhhh yes. Smell me. Yes....."

He huffed and breathed very deeply and I felt him shiver under my paw. With my other paw I reached down and pulled the hem of my jock down, slowly pealing it away from my fur, my brown and white splotched painted coat gleaming from a little nervous sweat. His muzzle shifted as the cotton slipped down, and I shuddered anew as his velvet nose pressed between my balls. I may not be the biggest stallion, but I have really nice balls. One guy kept asking me once if I was part bull. Back then I'd just rolled my eyes at the tired old line. They had been a pain for years. Try having a large pair sometime, having them dip into the nasty toilet water, or getting mashed a little as you sit wrong. No. But now I wouldn't trade them for the world. Not for anything because of how much he was enjoying them. I finally began to understand what being worshiped was like as he nuzzled them playfully, inhaling the sweaty funk they gave off.

So hot.

I felt my sheath spread open as the head of my cock began to drop. I loved the sensation of how my cock skin slipped against my sheath lips, how masculine I felt as my rod began to fill with passion. It didn't take long and soon my length was pressed against the side of his head gently bobbing with my heartbeat as he continued to breathe me in. I'd pointedly NOT showered this morning in addition to wearing the sweaty jock.

"Hrm, boy. Maybe now would be a good time for you to taste me?"

His eyes were glazed as he nodded absently, pulling back slowly, his lips curling upward as he slipped my length gently into his maw, my flare expanding a little. Oh he felt so good. Silky smooth and warm. My balls pulled up tight and I shot a huge string of milky salty pre across his tongue, his throat nickering as he dove down, suckling on me as if he could extract his very last meal on earth from my cock.

Breath snorted in his muzzle as he tried to deep throat me. I knew he had problems with gagging from the one time he'd tried to do so with a dildo on one of our video chat sessions, so I tried to hold his head back lest he hurt himself, but he wouldn't be denied. His paw angrily slapped mine away from his ears as he dove down for another attempt. I bucked a little involuntarily as he hungrily tried to devour my meat without success, but on the fourth try my flare slid past his tongue and into his gullet as he snorted and wheezed for breath around me. His teeth slid against my medial ring causing me to toss my head in pleasure. Oh my how I loved that feeling. I found my hands gripping his head as I drove myself forward as far as I could.

"Ahhhh yes" I hissed through my teeth feeling him struggle a little, that damned smirk returning. He told me how he had fantasized about this, being forced to take me deep in his throat. I held myself there, gently rocking back and forth until I slowly removed my hands from his mane to see what he would do. His hands grasped at my hips as he pulled me into him further.

"Ah! Are you....fuck fuck...."

The sheer hotness of his eagerness to please me with his throat did me in. I had no real time to prepare or warn him as the first shot of cum lanced into his stomach. Sure, I hadn't been able to warn him, but then again, he knew what was coming very well from videos.

That's right, this stallion was cumming.

Those fat balls weren't just for decoration. For some reason genetics had endowed me with a pair of heavy cum makers that really would rival a bull.

Like a bull the stallion in front of me snorted and tossed his head as he swallowed desperately while trying to breathe. I huffed and gripped his head tightly, any caution I had gone for a moment as the rut hit instincts causing hips to buck forward a few times, my fat nuts bouncing off his chin each time in a lewd ballistic arc until after a few solid long moments my orgasm abated.

He pulled back, my stallionhood sliding out of his abused throat slowly until it slurped free from his lips. All of a sudden he stood up faster than I could have imagined, his eyes wide and wild as he he leaned in to kiss me. His tongue danced into my mouth, swirling around as he slipped me some of my copious load back to me. I shuddered at the mixed taste of his kiss and my seed. It was heady and strong, and so wonderful. No one had shared that with me before, or, indeed, a moment like this. Ever.

I lapped at his tongue tasting the salty treat he fed me, my own body now shivering against his in kind. Both of us enraptured with lust.

"Ahhh....ahhhh yes." I moaned pulling away reluctantly, pulling his body to mine, his azure eyes bright with mischief.

The grey horse winked at me. "Well then. I think you did well...for an older hoss that is. Think you can last for a round two?"

His paw daintily wiped the last of the cum off his lips as he turned around, his tail flagged and whipping my chest, sexy hips wriggling in little in a sexy come-hither way. The groan from my throat was deep and driven by need as the no longer sky stallion pressed his plump ass against my still raging cock. I snorted and pressed forward against his hole using his own slick saliva as a lube, easing myself into his greedy hole with an audible pop. He whinnied and arched his neck, huffing deeply, bracing himself as I gripped his hips.

I grinned. This trip was so worth the wait.

"Bring it colt!"