FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A Stallion's Lessons

Chapter One

1. Cederwyn Whitefurr

16thSeptember 2017,

All Rights Reserved.

Samuel stepped out of the shower, the young, athletic Whitetail dripping water as he made his way towards the lockers. His fur was a strange blending, as across his shoulders, was a light ash grey fur - almost looking like someone had painted slightly unfurled wings, with a dark, narrow stripe about a paws width across that ran from the back of his head to the top of his shoulder, slowly broadening out into the darker fur that ran down and spread across his tail, rump and thighs. Water ran down the dark ash grey at the back of his neck and with a pale furred paw, he flicked away an errant lock of similar coloured hair from his pale eyes. Two short, double-pronged antlers poked through his hair, as he idly scratched the back of his head, then nodded to a friend and stepped out of the shower area, his towel draped over one furred shoulder.

Naked as the day he was fawned, Samuel felt no shame, it was college and all the men showered in a large, open area. That was the first thing Samuel learned when he started college - you gave up any chances for privacy in the showers. His eyes roamed randomly, then a cheeky, insolent smile touched the corner of his lips as he seen Kalen approaching the showers.

Kalen was a track athlete, lithe, fit and with his golden coat and silvery mane, he was the heartthrob of many of the young ladies at the college. He moved with a natural grace, well muscled form moving easily beneath his golden fur. He hid his shame behind a large towel, that he had wrapped around his hips, but the bulge against the towel left nothing to the imagination - as he flicked his ears and whipped the towel off and hung it over the railing. He began showering, slowly turning around, and Kalen caught Samuel looking at him, then as only Kalen could, he smirked and posed theatrically, making the Whitetail blush and look away.

"Like what you see little fawn?" Kalen called out to Samuel, teasing him playfully.

"You know it!" Samuel called back, with a look over his shoulder, then he stuck his tongue out and his muzzle crinkled, breaking up the characteristic black muzzle stripe all Whitetail's had.

"Nice buns horsey!" Snickered a Wolf, then slapped a paw against Kalen's rump.

Laughter rang out, as Kalen snorted and began vigorously soaping up his mane, before the Coach, an impressive tiger with muscles that strained against the polo shirt and tight shorts stalked like a brooding thundercloud into the locker room.

"Knock it off, you're giggling like a bunch of Nancy girls! Hit the showers you lot, and get snappy! I don't care what you lot do in the dorms, but in here we'll have a measure of manly decorum, so quit goofing off and get showering, or dressed, or preferably, both!"

Storming back out the head coach took his thunderous black cloud of anger and frustration with him, leaving an aura of silence that permeated for about five minutes, before Samuel laughed quietly.

"What crawled up his cheeks and died?"

Laughter erupted from the fellow students, as they knew the cheeky, insolent Whitetail couldn't have kept his muzzle shut if he tried - it wasn't in his nature. Samuel's gaze flickered over Kalen's back, and the Whitetail snickered to himself, as he began towelling himself dry.

He made no effort to hide his gay nature, his college had long accepted gay, lesbian and bisexual students, and prided itself on never having an issue with the straight students and the gay ones. They all attended the same classes, played the same sports, there was no distinction made - and the faculty felt, as did the students themselves, it built a more cohesive college for it, that had won many awards for its inclusive nature.

*

That afternoon, Samuel pushed aside his pile of books, then moaned and rubbed his aching head. His studies consumed so much time and caused him mental anguish, as he had thought himself smarter than he really was, studying two subjects at once, he had well and truly bitten off more than he could chew. His head ached, his paws ached and his stress and anxiety were spiking, as he set down the pen and closed his notebook with a snap, then rubbed at his muzzle as if it would magically make the headache go away.

With a startled squeal, Samuel jumped as he heard the knocking on his dorm door, then he climbed to his feet, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, his favourites, with the cloven hoof prints on them and the words 'buck me' printed across the rump. He strode to the door, then opened it, to see Kalen standing there, the Stallion towering over the shorter Stag.

"Kalen - " Samuel began, then something in the stallions pose and sent made him step back, then usher the stallion in, before he closed the door behind them. "This is - unexpected."

Kalen paced back and forth, then sat down on the single bed before he clutched his head in his paws and sighed through his broad nostrils.

"I needed to talk - " Kalen began, before he trailed off.

Samuel flicked his ears, then pulled up a chair and sat facing his friend, before he reached out and gently took the stallions paws in his own, giving his friend comfort and love he so obviously craved, but for once, the cheeky stag remained silent, realising Kalen needed to tell what was troubling him, in his own way and time.

"I'm..." Kalen began, then he threw his head back and tugged at his golden ears in frustration. "This is so hard, how do I say what I want, without seeming to be a fool?"

Samuel blinked, leaning back slightly, before he squeezed his friends paws gently, remaining silent.

"I've seen how you...and others look at me in the showers - " Kalen began, then hung his head and trembled, the fear filling the room with its distinctive scent.

"You do know," Samuel began, as he gently squeezed Kalen's paws and began rubbing across the top of them with his thumbs. "We, I mean those who are like me - gay - or bisexual - would never make moves on you, its all a harmless bit of - horseplay - "

Kalen stared at Samuel, who smiled that cheeky, insolent grin of his, the tip of his tongue poking out - and with that - the tension was broken.

"I - I've never - " Kalen stammered, as he smiled crookedly, then hung his head.

Samuel gently placed a paw under Kalen's chin, and lifted his head up, to look into his eyes.

"You've never been with another man, have you?" Samuel whispered, as he held Kalen's gaze, then as the Stallion looked downcast, Samuel's suspicions were confirmed.

"I've...been curious and - " Kalen sighed, then pulled his paws away and dropped them in his lap. "You've...had experience - what's it like, you know - being with another man?"

Sensing truth was more important to the obviously distressed Stallion, Samuel lifted his friends chin again, then looked into those eyes with a look of love, trust and compassion.

"It, well its different I suppose - to being with a woman, yes, before you ask, I wasn't always the raging gay Stag you know!"

This brought a soft chuckle from Kalen, who silenced and kept listening.

"It...well, it depends, I do with another male, exactly what a female would do with a male - you understand? I use my muzzle and tongue, to please him, just as a woman would. That is just the same, its just different gender doing the pleasuring, orally - if you closed your eyes, you wouldn't know if it was a male or a female, would you?"

"That's true - " Kalen admitted, as he scratched nervously at the back of his neck, and looked away shyly.

"Now, how is it different, for, say, you had a girlfriend, a lovely, sweet filly - one day you wanted to try something a little - different with her, purely with her consent of course! Now, how is it different, if you bent her over the bed, lifted aside her tail, and sensually and lovingly made love to her in _that_way - and no - I'm not referring to vaginal intercourse..."

"I - " Kalen began, then frowned and trembled.

"No different, my dear, sweet stallion..."

Swallowing the large lump in his throat, Kalen nervously reached out and caressed Samuel's furred cheek. "I'm afraid..."

Samuel leaned his head into the gentle caress, then he smiled and leaned forwards, placing his paws on Kalen's thighs, then gripped him gently, before lightly stroking in alternate gestures.

"I know, but you do not have to be afraid with me - ever - my dear, sweet Stallion - I promise - if you're curious...I would be honoured...to help you explore your curiosity, at your own pace, and at your own desire."

Kalen swallowed again, then he blushed and flattened his ears. "I wouldn't know where to begin..."

Samuel smiled, then gently gripped his friends shorts in his paws, then slid them down and threw them aside, before looking down at the tight boxer shorts - the bulge there unmistakable - before he looked up into Kalen's eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"May I?" Samuel whispered, looking up at the Stallion.

Kalen trembled, then nodded. Gently, Samuel slid his paws into the waistband and slid the boxer shorts off, throwing them onto the floor, before he gently slid his paws from Kalen's ankles, up his shins, calves and then he reached up with one paw and pressed Kalen backwards, until the stallion was laying on his back on the bed.

"Just relax my dear horse - it won't hurt a bit - I promise..." Samuel smiled, as he knelt down, then began a long, sensual lick with his soft tongue up one thigh, then down the other, his ears slicked back and eyes closed.

"This....oh that feels...great..."Kalen sighed, then he gasped as Samuel giggled and brushed his nose across the leathery scrotum and sheath.

"Oh, I don't..." Samuel murmured, as he licked again. "...doubt it! We deer have such amazingly soft tongues, let me know honey, if it - it is too much, and I'll stop, I promise. I want your first experience to be a - pleasurable one."

Kalen nodded and rested his right paw on the back of Samuel's head, his body quivering as Samuel grinned and began kissing here, there, everywhere, a he felt his erection growing, then he snorted as Samuel licked lightly along the velvety sheaths edge.

"How...oh..." Kalen grunted, as he felt Samuel's paw gently wrap itself around the head and begin a sensual squeezing, rubbing just behind the head with the webbing between his thumb and finger.

"Good boy, that's it - just - relax, let me take care of everything..." Samuel smiled, as he licked across the sheath slit again, then with his free paw he began to lovingly roll and massage the stallion's testicles.

Samuel had never seen Kalen at full arousal, and his eyes widened as he seen inch after inch slide out of that sheath, before at last, nearly nine and a half inches of mostly dark coloured stallion penis lay semi-erect on Kalen's belly and he gasped in pleasure.

"My..." Samuel murmured, as he trailed his hooflets lightly down the semi-erect member, then tickled the medial ring, making Kalen buck his hips and moan. "You're not exactly...small - are you?"

"A gift and a curse - " Kalen blushed, then he bucked again as Samuel tickled the medial ring again, then within seconds, he was at full arousal and Samuel snorted softly through his nostrils.

"I can see what you mean...well, that will - make things more - interesting..."

"Too much for you, young fawn?" Kalen playfully teased, then trembled as Samuel slipped a paw beneath it and lifted it so it stood upright, then looked it up and down.

"Well, I won't lie - I'm not _that_gifted..."

"Jealous little one?"

"No...just wondering how best too - "

Kalen gasped, his eyes snapping wide open as he felt Samuel drop his head, the Stag's muzzle widening as he took the head of Kalen's penis into his muzzle, his tongue trying to encircle it, as he began stimulating his throat muscles and salivary glands. First an inch, then thee inches, finally, Samuel swallowed and Kalen moaned and gripped at the bed sheets, as Samuel just managed to get to the medial ring, his breath being held for a few seconds, cheeks billowing like a forge. For nearly a minute, Samuel held his breath, before he began lifting his muzzle back up as he slurped with a long, powerful suckling noise, then when he reached the tip, he drew a few quick panting breaths through his nostrils and began it all over again - this time - the saliva helped lubricate the stallions member, and made it easier.

"I've never..." Kalen gurgled, feeling the un-imagined pleasure as the Stag enthralled him with his knowledge and experience.

Opening his eyes, Samuel snickered, glancing up at the Stallion, before he shivered as a per-ejaculatory spurt was squirted into the back of his throat - the clear, sticky liquid clinging cloyingly, no matter how Samuel tried to swallow it. Gently, he intensified his suckling, head bobbing up and down in a rhythmic pace as he belt Kalen's scrotum tightening, then the short, panting snorts of the Stallion.

"No...stop...please..." Kalen huffed, but before Samuel could obey, the stallion grunted and his paws gripped Samuel's antlers, then he thrust his member deeper into Samuel's throat, before it flared and began throbbing - the hot, salty semen coming in a flooding, choking gush. Kalen squeezed his eyes tightly closed, using years of practice to intentionally relax his throat muscles and let the stallions semen slide down it without trying to swallow, which would have only made him choke and gag.

After what felt like an hour, but in reality, was only like twenty seconds, Samuel lifted his muzzle and licked the head of Samuel's penis lightly, before he drew the back of a paw across his lips and coughed quietly.

"Well...someone was awfully pent up..." Snickered the Stag, as he swallowed again, then pet Kalen gently on the belly. "That was..."

"I'm...so sorry!" Kalen moaned, as he trembled and felt his erection fading. "I didn't mean too -"

"Hey, don't fret young colt, it was - amazing, thank you!" Samuel smiled, as he crept up Kalen's belly, licking and kissing, then caressed the crying Stallion's cheeks with the back of his paws. "Come on now, don't cry, please - it was a wonderful, joyous gift - I feel honoured to have had you trust me enough to share this with me!"

Kalen sobbed heart-brokenly, relief and pain conflicting with him, then he tried to be brave and stop crying, as Samuel licked away his tears and kissed him tenderly on the cheeks.

"You..."

"No, don't go doing that, my dear, sweet Stallion - don't go blaming yourself, truly, I enjoyed it, we deer _do_so enjoy a nice salty drink..."

Laying on Kalen, kissing his nose and forehead, he watched as Kalen's eyes slowly opened, then Samuel favoured him with that cheeky, insolent grin again, then rested his head on Kalen's muscled chest, smelling the salt of his sweat, and the unmistakable scent of a well pleasured Stallion.

To Be Continued...