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I know that I said that I would be working on either Carnal; Hermaphrodite or Carnal; Step-Brother (of which you know nothing about), but after editing for 2 weeks, I decided I'd just knock out this quick story about two stallions rekindling their sexual bromance in the back shed after not seeing each other for a couple of years. Think 'Brokeback Mountain' but with less Donnie Darko and the Joker. (I will admit, haven't seen 'Brokeback Mountain', kind of just going off what others tell me.) Oh, and less death, gothic rabbits and magic tricks, I think.

Anyway, here we go with Carnal; Bromance.

"So it's about 50 square metres of shed space with its own sub-board so I don't blow the house breakers when I inevitably overload a circuit."

His companion let out a whistle of amazement as he opened the door to his shed and turned on the work lights.

"Shit Logan, you've done pretty good for yourself."

The two anthro stallions stepped through the door to the shed, ducking a bit to avoid banging their heads on the top of the doorway. The first one, Brent, a tall chestnut stallion dressed in a white dress shirt and grey trousers that had been wrinkled from the activity of a busy day, stepped in and looked around at the tools and equipment that filled at least half of the shed. The second one, Logan, an appaloosa with a roan coat mixed with black and white dappling across his chest and back, dressed in a pair of blue coveralls that he'd opened the front of, stepped in after him and looked at his old friend admiring his 'man cave'.

"How did you convince your wife to let you build such a sanctuary?" Brent asked as Logan walked over to a bar fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer.

"When your income comes from running your own little tool shop, she lets you write it off as a business expense," Logan pointed out as he handed Brent a beer.

The two stallions popped the caps from their bottles with well-practised flicks of their thick thumbnails.

"I suppose it beats having to set your workshop up under the house, like you did back when we lived together."

"I never heard you complain."

"I complained about it all the bloody time."

"Oh yeah, I just didn't listen when you did."

"You were always a dick about that on Saturday morning," Brent said as he leaned against Logan's work ute, parked in one of the two vehicle bays.

"And you were a dick on Friday nights, up playing the bloody Xbox until 3AM," Logan said as he leaned against his workbench.

"You came and joined in," Brent pointed out.

"Because I couldn't sleep with the bloody TV blaring at almost full volume."

The two stallions let out chuckles as they thought about when they were younger.

"Do you miss those days?" Brent asked as looked down at his bottle of beer. "All those years of being a free stallion without a care in the world?"

"Without a care?" Logan scoffed. "You had plenty of cares and you took all of them seriously. You never missed a session at the gym no matter how sick, tired or hungover you were. I remember the owner called me to come get you one morning when you fell asleep on the rowing machine."

"Hey, we all didn't have jobs that kept us fit like you," Brent pointed out as he gestured with his bottle. "I had to work hard in my spare time to keep my shape where you'd go to work and come home with another half a kilo of muscle."

"Damn, those were the days," Logan chuckled. "You and I would go out and there was rarely a night that we didn't go home with a couple of horny fillies. I doubt we could pull that off now."

Logan patted his belly to show his point, his once hard-earned abs seemingly retreating behind a growing belly.

"You wouldn't believe the pulling power money has," Brent pointed out after taking a sip of beer. "You and I are quite successful, I reckon we'd be able to get more than we did when we were younger."

"Isn't that always the way with females?" Logan chuckled. "At least bros aren't just after the cash."

"I hear that," Brent said as he leaned over and the two clinked bottles, "but married life seems to be treating you okay."

"It's a battle," Logan sighed as he looked through one of the windows up to his house, "especially with a mare and three young fillies to deal with."

"Ever thought about trying again for a colt?"

"I live in a house with four females and as much as I'd like to sire a colt, I am not risking it when I could make it five against me."

"Yeah, I think that'd make you think twice."

"Plus, Jessica has said she'd be happy with two."

"I thought you and Jessica had three."

"She told me we should have stopped at two."

"Were you planning for three?"

"We didn't plan for the first one, they've just sort of happened."

"Well you know that's what happens when you fuck mares Logan," Brent said sarcastically.

"Fuck you," Logan said as he took a big swig of his beer before continuing. "You'll understand when you start having foals of your own, they just sort of happen."

"Don't remind me," Brent sighed as he ran a paw through his mane, "I still have my wedding coming up."

"Sorry I can't come, but we've just been out of contact for so long and I can't just go away for the weekend without planning for it."

"I understand, we did sort of just drift when you started your family."

"With work and the chaos at home, you don't have much time for yourself."

"You're preaching to the choir here."

"You don't even have offspring yet."

"And I don't know when I'm going to find time for them. My job just keeps me busy, something like 12 hours a day."

"Still have time for the gym I see," Logan said as he pointed at Brent's stomach with the top of his bottle. "Not a gram of fat there."

"I don't get to use it for show like I used to," Brent said as he lift his shirt to show off his toned belly. "I've only really been focusing on it for the wedding, otherwise it's just cardio."

"You're making me jealous," Logan said as he opened up the front of his coveralls a bit more, showing off his slight belly bulge.

"I don't know, it's the dad look and you pull it off."

"Don't say that; it makes me feel old."

"If you keep that shape when your daughters get to high school, you're going to be the fantasies of all their friends, dad pudge and all."

"I hope Jessica isn't thinking of sending them to a co-ed school."

"Don't want to be the fap fantasy of some colt?"

"If some colt wants to imagine me bending him over the front of my ute and fucking him until his tailhole is purple, that's fine. I am not dealing with the cocky young thing who thinks he can tempt me into doing so."

"Yeah, fucking someone the same age as your daughters would be a bit weird."

"Can you remember when we were like that?"

"Cocky and arrogant or teenagers?"

"Either. Damn those were some crazy years at high school."

"I never heard you complain at the time."

"I'm not complaining, I'm just saying they were crazy."

"You know what I miss though?" Brent asked as he finished his beer and put the empty in the tray of the ute behind him.

"Getting the mares to give you their panties?" Logan asked before finishing off the last drops in his bottle.

"That got old as soon as I could get into strip clubs," Brent pointed out. "No, the part I miss is what we had."

"The drunken revelry, video games and clubbing to all hours of the morning?" Logan asked as he took another two beers from the fridge and offered one to his friend.

"The first two were fun, but I miss when you used to suck my dick."

There was an awkward pause as Logan reached out to offer Brent one of the beers. The two stallions stared at each other with a hesitant gaze before Brent took one of them and popped the top off with his thumbnail again.

"Yeah, I suppose that is something we did," Logan said, now actually hesitant to open his second beer. "Though I preferred it when you sucked mine."

The awkwardness between the two stallions seemed to fade away as they looked at each other.

"I always thought your technique was better," Logan joked as he popped the cap off his beer.

"I know we sort of saw what happened between us for that couple of months as a bit of a fluke, but I've always remembered it fondly."

"Dude, gay," Logan chuckled.

"Oh please, like you didn't start it. I woke up on a couple of occasions with you playing with or sucking on my balls."

"Alright, so I was just as horny as you were."

"Do you ever think of those days?"

"Hey, I'm not going to leave my wife to relive our gay fling."

"I'm not asking you to. I'm still going to marry my fiancée, but I just want to know if you still think about it."

"I will say this, you're better at fucking me than my wife is."

"Seriously?" Brent laughed.

"Yeah, I've thought about it and let my wife fuck me with a strap-on a couple of times, but it's just not the same. You could make me cum, my wife just doesn't get it."

"Did you tell her everything?"

"Most of it," Logan admitted. "I didn't give her a blow-by-blow of each time we fucked."

"Yeah, my girlfriend was curious. We fucked pretty hard after I told her, I think she enjoyed hearing the stories."

"Mine came out wearing a strap-on and insisting I call her 'Clyde'. She did not get it at all."

"Do you think they'd mind if we did do it again?"

The two stallions looked at each other for a moment, beers still held in their paws.

"It's been a while," Logan said as he put his beer down on the bench beside him and began unzipping his jumpsuit the rest of the way.

"Since you fucked me?"

"Since I had sex, so you're going to have to lift your tail when it's my turn."

Logan walked over to the door and closed it as his jumpsuit slipped down his body, revealing that he had been naked under the thick fabric.

"Yeah, the dad look on you is sexy," Brent said as he put his beer in the tray of the ute and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. "Keep the belly and I'll lift my tail every time."

"Oh no, you're going to suck my dick from time to time," Logan said as he slid his crumpled jumpsuit across the floor with his hoof so it was over in front of Brent. "If this is going to be a common thing, we stick by the old rules."

"I'm more than okay with that," Brent said as he unzipped the front of his trousers.

"I must warn you that I am out of practice though," Logan said as he knelt down in front of Brent, using his coveralls to protect his knees and began to unbuckle Brent's belt.

"Don't worry," Brent said as he let his trousers drop to the floor. "It's just like riding a bike."

Logan had to admit, it had been a very long time since he had sucked anyone's cock. He'd tried it with a few other stallions, but it had just felt wrong each time. It just felt different with Brent. He gently cupped Brent's balls and massaged them in his paw as his nose rubbed against Brent's slowly growing cock. It had been so long since he'd felt it, smelt it, tasted it, but as the musky scent of his best friend filled his nose, the memories were as clear as if they had only happened yesterday.

"This smell reminds me of that time we went camping up in the mountains," Logan said as his whiskers gently tickled the head of Brent's cock. "That time you packed the wrong sleeping bag and we had to share."

"I still blame you," Brent said as he reached back to grab his beer.

"You can blame me all you want," Logan said as he rest Brent's cock on the bridge of his nose. "I never heard you complain that entire weekend."

"Or those few months afterwards."

Logan took a deep whiff of that familiar musk he wished he could have carried everywhere.

"Never thought you'd be the best cock sucker I'd ever come across," Brent said as he rubbed one of Logan's ears with his empty paw.

"And we all know what sort of slut you are for having your cock sucked," Logan nickered deeply as he nuzzles his nostrils against Brent's balls, "or for lifting your tail."

Brent took a swig of his beer at just the wrong time as Logan eased one of Brent's balls into his mouth with his lips and began to gently suck on it. Brent choked as he did his best to not spit out his beer in surprise or to choke on it. Instead he swallowed as quick as he could so he could let out a loud moan.

"Why don't mares appreciate the joys of a blowjob and a beer?" Brent sighed as he let his head roll back and gave Logan's ear a firm squeeze.

"Because they do all the work and don't get a beer," Logan said as he let Brent's ball slip from his mouth, now covered in saliva. "Also, they can't exactly get a blow job."

"Technicalities," Brent said as Logan moved his head back so he could kiss at the tip of Brent's cock.

As he licked at the head of Brent's cock, Logan held up his paw and gestured for Brent's beer.

"Your beer is on the bench," Brent pointed out, "and I can't reach it from here."

"Then give me some of yours," Logan said as he stopped licking Brent's cock. "I need a quick drink."

Brent looked at his beer for a moment before reluctantly passing it to his friend.

"Don't be such a wimp," Logan said as he took a swig from Brent's beer before offering it back to him. "I'm sucking your cock, it's the least you can do."

Brent clutched his beer firmly, knowing how his grip weakened when he first felt the warmth of Logan's mouth, and bit his bottom lip as Logan's warm lips kissed the head of his cock and slipped over his flare. Only a stallion truly knew how a stallion liked his cock being sucked.

Brent gently grasped one of Logan's ears with his paw before putting his beer down and doing the same with his other paw. This wasn't a sign of dominance, neither one dominated the other, instead this was part of their dance and how they let each other know they were doing it right. Brent gently squeezed at Logan's ears, trying to tell him to go faster, but Logan wasn't in the mood to rush getting reacquainted with his second-favourite cock. He slowly slipped his muzzle down Brent's length, his firm tongue pushing and rubbing the member in his mouth against the ribbed roof. He was careful with his teeth, remembering just how much Brent needed to help with stimulation, just enough to make him whinny.

"I've missed you Logan," Brent whispered as his paws gently squeezed Logan's ears.

Though knowing what cutting remark he'd use on his friend later, Logan felt a sense of pride swell in his chest. For the time being that'd be enough.

Everything Logan did was slow and meticulous and that did not change when he had sex. He moved his head slowly down Brent's length, stopping as his lips kissed at the medial ring and then slowly sliding back so only the flare was in his mouth. Logan moved his paws from Brent's hips to the lower half of Brent's cock, in part to hold it steady, but also to rub against where the skin of Brent's sheath joined his cock, a rather sensitive place on any stallion, as Logan knew.

"Ahh, fuck," Brent groaned as he ran his thumbs through the inside Logan's ears. "I'm gonna cum."

Logan gave the lower half of his friend's cock a squeeze as he increased his speed a bit, now wanting to push his friend into his climax, giving him more stallion spunk to drink.

"Ahh, damnit!" Brent shouted as he bucked forward, finding Logan had already anticipated this and had his paws close to Brent's sheath.

His buck was short before coming up against Logan's paws, but that didn't stop him from trying. Logan pulled his muzzle back a bit and after a dry throb, Brent began to shoot his seed into Logan's mouth. Logan moaned around his friend's cock as he felt the fertile stallion seed cover his tongue and the delicious taste filling his mouth. Logan swallowed, hungry for the cum of his best friend, and did his best to get every drop. Of course his cock-sucking experience, especially with Brent, helped him swallow every drop that entered his mouth. As Brent's orgasm slowly trickled off and the last of his seed had drooled into Logan's mouth, Logan slowly drew Brent's softening cock from between his lips as he leaned back.

"You take far too much pride in your work sometimes," Brent chuckled as Logan opened his mouth to show he'd swallowed all of it.

"A stallion is judged on his word and the quality of his work," Logan said as he rubbed around the base of Brent's cock, "and I'd hate to end up with a bad reputation."

"I'll never have a bad thing to say about your skills," Brent chuckled as he began to take off his shirt.

"Well that's your loss," Logan chuckled, "because I've got several complaints about you, like you still spend too much time at the gym."

Logan rubbed Brent's well-toned abs with his cheek as Brent dropped his shirt in the tray of the ute.

"I mean, this is just purely just compensation," Logan muttered as he ran a paw over Brent's side.

"I can't help it," Brent chuckled. "I'm just so self-conscious about my massive cock."

Logan stood up, running his paws over Brent's chest as he looked down at Brent's dangling cock, idly comparing it to his own as it hung down for a moment.

"Mine's still bigger," Logan said as he rubbed his cheek against his friend's cheek.

"You're just horny," Brent pointed out as he closed his eyes to share this intimate moment with his old friend.

"Damn, even your rump is as tight as a drum," Logan muttered as he put his paws on Brent's rump to give his cheeks a squeeze. "Do you even have a gram of fat on you?"

"We can't all rock the dad bod," Brent replied as he gave Logan's slightly squishier rump a squeeze.

The two stallions pulled back from their cheek rubbing to look each other in the eyes for a moment before they shared a kiss. It wasn't a lust-fuelled pash, a wet slobbering tongue fight or a hard meeting of lips, it was merely just a gentle kiss shared by lovers enjoying their time together.

"Feels like that filly of yours taught you a thing or two," Logan muttered as he rubbed a paw over Brent's cheek. "Not the wet fish you once were."

"Nah, I've just missed you," Brent replied quietly as he ran his paws over Logan's shoulders and pressed their foreheads together. "Seems like you fuck mares one way..."

"And stallions another," Logan said as he closed his eyes.

"I hate to ruin this," Brent said quietly, their pose unbroken, "but unless you have lube, we mightn't be able to finish this."

"Don't worry," Logan replied as he wriggled out of their embrace and walked over to the beer fridge. "I have lube."

"You're not smearing your dick in engine grease," Brent said, trying to sound angry, but unable to shift his gaze from Logan's distracting rump, ending up sounding less threatening and more playful.

"Don't worry," Logan chuckled as he opened one of the cabinets and pulled out a tube of lube.

With a skilled toss, Logan threw the tube at Brent, who managed to catch it.

"Looks like the good stuff," Brent said as he looked at the tube. "Been cheating on me with other stallions?"

"You're my only dick filly," Logan chuckled as he picked up his beer and took a drink, "but you aren't the first one I've fucked in here."

"You horny bastard," Brent chuckled, "what's her name?"

"Jessica, my wife," Logan said flatly.

"So why does the tube feel full?"

"Because this'll be the second time I use it," Logan replied as he walked back over and put his beer in the tray of his ute. "Now turn around youngin' and let me show you how an old stallion fucks."

Brent turned around as stood with his paws on the side of Logan's ute and leaned forward a bit so he could grab his beer and take a sip, ever so conveniently lifting his tail just enough to flash his tailhole at Logan.

"Might be an idea to stretch you a bit first," Logan said as he took the tube of lube from Brent. "It's probably been a while for you."

"It's probably been a while for you too," Brent said with a sarcastic yet sexy tone. "Think you can remember what to do?"

Logan just grinned as he poured some lube into his off paw before rubbing two fingers from his dominant paw in the lube.

"You'll be surprised what I know," Logan said with a chuckle, "especially considering you aren't the first horse I've lubed up."

With his off paw, Logan began to smear what lube was left on the length of his cock while his two lubed digits began to rub at Brent's muscled tailhole.

"How I enjoyed fucking this," Logan said as he traced his slick fingertips around the donut that was Brent's tailhole. "I always enjoyed hearing you squeal like a filly."

"I wasn't the only one guilty of moaning and squealing," Brent said as he looked over his shoulder at Logan. "In fact, you popped like a virgin colt getting his dick wet our first time."

"And I might do it again if you're as tight as you once were," Logan warned as he slowly slipped a digit through Brent's pucker and into his back passage, feeling the tight muscles try and resist the intrusion.

"Don't you dare tease me with a twenty second fuck," Brent replied, "I've waited too long for it to be over before I even get aroused again."

"Maybe I'll just have to fuck you twice if I do," Logan replied, resting his head on Brent's shoulder, his second digit slipping into Brent's tailhole next to the first.

Despite his urge to just plunge his throbbing cock into his old friend's donut and give him a 20 second fuck like their feral cousins were known for, Logan wanted it to last longer than that.

As he poured some more lube onto his cock with his off paw, he slid his fingers in and out of Brent's tailhole, fingertips pressing down against his prostate.

"You are the little tailhole slut," Logan chuckled as he started to smear the lube along his hard length. "I remember that I've made you cum one or twice just like this."

"I don't know if you want to wait that long though," Brent noted, giving his tailhole a squeeze. "I get the feeling that you want to start with the fun."

Logan slowly eased his fingers from Brent's tailhole and lifted his friend's tail so it was draped over his back, allowing him a good view of his friend's pucker, smeared with lube, glistening in the glow of the fluorescent lights and ready for him to fuck.

"Just take it slow," Brent said cautiously as he looked over his shoulder. "I want to sit down tomorrow, unlike our first time."

"I'm not going to break you," Logan chuckled as he put one of his paws on Brent's rump as his other held his cock as his flaring tip kissed Brent's tailhole. "Might be rough though."

"Rough is fine," Brent said as he took a deep breath and pressed back against the head of Logan's cock.

With a careful push, Brent's tailhole spread around the pressing flare of Logan's cock and slipped inside, allowing the flare to open up just past the muscled ring. Of course Brent's body still squeezed against the length as Logan pushed deeper, letting out a groan as he held Brent's hips and eased his way in until his medial ring fit against the spread, muscled ring.

"I was right," Logan panted as he leaned forward to nuzzle Brent's shoulder, "you are tight."

"My tight rump going to make the big stallion blow his load early?" Brent asked, trying to sound innocent and cute as he tried to swish his tail a bit.

"Careful what you say," Logan warned, "or next time you'll be in a business skirt and blouse."

"My future wife has one or two pieces I look quite cute it," Brent teased.

Logan let out a heavy whinny as he pushed his cock deeper into Brent, his medial ring easing past with no problem. The sudden intrusion of the extra length made Brent squeal out, only for Logan to clasp his paw over his mouth.

"Don't need the wife to think I'm fucking some young filly in the shed," Logan whispered in Brent's ear.

Brent looked at Logan as he pushed himself in until his entire 45cm stallion cock was buried under Brent's tail, balls rubbing up against Brent's. Brent wanted to moan and squeal as he was claimed by his friend for the first time in so long, but Logan kept his paw over his mouth.

"I missed this," Logan said as he took his paw away from his friend's mouth. "This is what made my life better."

"You missed being a fag?" Brent panted, well aware of what he just set himself up for.

"I missed making you a fag," Logan replied with a chuckle as he made himself a bit more comfortable by widening his stance before leaning forward to whisper in Brent's ear, "probably as much as I enjoyed you making me one."

Brent smiled as he braced himself against the back of his old friend's ute, glad to hear that it seemed time hadn't changed their friendship, nor the side benefits they shared.

"Fuck me like a stallion," Brent said as he lowered his head a bit to ready himself. "Don't go treating me like I'm some soft mare like your wife."

Logan let out a chuckle before biting down on where his friend's shoulder met his neck.

Logan ached for this, not realising just how bad he had wanted it for all these years. He pulled himself back until his sheath ring slipped free of Brent's tailhole. He had to be careful since his cock felt so warm and snug deep in his friend's insides that it wouldn't take much for him to blow his load deep inside his friend. His first few strokes back and forth were slow and measured, just to get himself used to the delicious sensation around his cock, but he soon began to pick up the pace as his cock got used to the clenching.

"You feel amazing," Logan mumbled around his friend's shoulder, teeth still grasping the muscles, tendons and skin.

"Don't leave too much of a love bite," Brent warned, starting to pant as his dangling cock began to spill precum onto the floor. "What'd I tell my fiancé?"

"That you had an old friend fuck your tailhole like he once did," Logan said, letting go of Brent's shoulder, "and you enjoyed every moment."

Brent was caught by surprise as Logan reached forward to grasp the base of his hardening cock, rubbing back and forth by only a few centimetres, but it was the same amount his was sliding in and out of his tailhole.

"And what will you tell your wife?" Brent panted, his hardening cock starting to bump and rub against the cool aluminium of the ute's tray.

"That I sucked the dick of and then fucked the only stallion I've ever loved in this way," Logan said in such a matter of fact tone, which actually made Brent blush.

"I love you too," Brent muttered under his breath, a little bit ashamed to be admitting it.

Logan nuzzled into the crook of Brent's neck and began to increase his speed and the length he'd withdraw.

The two stallions didn't have to say anything to each other now as they fell back into that groove they had formed all those years ago, Brent letting out gasps and small moans as Logan had one paw on his hips while the other stroked his cock with the same speed and depth that he was driving into Brent's tailhole.

"You'd better be close," Brent moaned as he closed his eyes, fingernails scratching up the inside of the ute's tray as he tensed his grip. "I won't last much longer."

Logan simply grinned as he opened his teeth and carefully bit down on the crest of his friend's mane. The feeling of teeth on the crest of his mane, like he was a mare being bred, made Brent cum. He was quick to put a finger in his mouth as he did his best to stifle the neigh in his throat. Logan didn't stop though as he felt his friend's body start squeezing his cock in time to the cock throbbing in his paw. What surprised Logan the most was how the dirty thought of how Brent was making a mess of the back of his ute and the floor of his shed was affecting him. He wasn't going to clean up either mess so he could remember their romp every time he saw them.

With one last thrust and a muffled neigh, Logan thrust as deep as he could into his friend and began to shoot his seed deep inside. Brent simply gasped as he felt the sensation of hot stallion seed filling his insides in throb after hard throb. All he could do was enjoy the sensation as Logan drooled all over his mane and filled him from what had to be some very heavy balls.

Logan slowly released his grip on Brent's neck as the last of his seed dribbled from his cock, panting with his friend as both tried to catch their breaths. Brent was the first to catch his breath though and as he looked over his shoulder at Logan, he couldn't help but make a joke.

"Five stars," Brent said as he felt Logan begin to take a step or two back, "would let fuck me again."

Logan eased his softening cock from Brent's tailhole with a grunt and watched some of his seed spill onto the floor.

"Well just don't forget to pay your bill," Logan said as he rubbed his fingers over Brent's leaking tailhole. "I hate having to chase friends over debts."

"Don't worry," Brent chuckled. "I'm looking forward to paying you."

Logan looked at that leaking pucker and couldn't help but to get down onto his knees and begin to lick his cum as it slowly leaked out.

"Well this is new," Brent said as he looked back over his shoulder at the stallion licking his leaking tailhole.

"I should probably clean up this mess," Logan murred as he stopped to lick his lips.