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For the next few days, Owain was working hard to redeem himself in the eyes of the others. He took as much work as he could. It didn’t feel right to just apologize to Danny yet. No, he had to show him that he meant it. In times like this, the bull found that action was better than words.

When Hudson approached them, talking of Bentley needing his logs hauled away, Owain jumped at the chance, taking on a job that wasn’t very well received on the ranch. It was a task that spanned multiple days, going back and forth, moving logs from the forest and loading them up to be taken away. For anyone else it would have been a two man job but Owain was just strong enough to manage the workload on his own if he really put effort into it.

Of course, the others were shocked to see Owain volunteering for the task willingly and eagerly. But Hudson didn’t even ask if he was sure. In fact he looked rather pleased with the bovine, assigning him to the job that would be starting later that same day.

That left the bull with some time to kill beforehand. So Owain took action, using that free time to take on some of the odd jobs around the ranch, reducing even more of the workload. He approached Gordie, all but demanding to be given Danny’s chores. The bulldog agreed once the bull explained his reasoning, even adding some extra tasks that “a bull like him could handle easily.”

“Guess he’s really serious about this,” Storm said. He was taking a bite of an apple, sitting down in the grass next to TJ. They watched as the bull did things around the Stables such as taking out the trash and washing the windows. It was rather amusing as the bovine was clearly out of his element. Detail work was clearly not his strong suit, taking him much longer to make things as clean as Danny did.

“This is a good thing, right?” TJ asked, crunching in his second apple. “Like, he’s finally got his head out of his ass.”

The horse snickered but nodded. “Sure does. You know how he is.”

“Boy don’t I...” TJ was particularly glad to see the bull doing something other than moping around. If it weren’t for Danny’s sake, he would have forgave his best friend right then and there.

Storm also watched, a smile on his own face. He knew Owain for even longer and had no doubts that the bull was on a path to redeeming himself. It was clearly a rocky start, but the clydesdale was also glad that Owain finally stopped thinking about himself.

He was to be milked that day and was taking the time to relax, his work being given to Prince, who complained bitterly but still joined Marlo out in the fields. Upon finishing up his apple, he sighed and stood, shaking the blades of grass that clung to him off. “Alright, I’m outta here. See ya, Teej.”

***

What the bull originally thought of as a string of chores proved to be more taxing than he thought. It was only now that he realized how many windows there were to wash. Next was gathering the laundry and washing that himself, a task that he never thought much about before either. These little things one after the other were stacking up to be quite the workload.

There was no sign of the human when he was finished. Owain had hoped that Danny would notice but he wasn’t going to seek him out right away. For the time being, he retired to the Stables to rest before his next job. At least this one would require more brute force and heavy lifting instead of keen focus and precision.

While lying down in his bed, Owain reached underneath his pillow. There was one of the magazines that Storm gave him. With his guilt replaced with determination, the bull was able to at least admire the pages of pinups. There were no thoughts of Danny, instead he simply played out what he saw, keeping him out of his human fantasies.

Despite the established rules of the Stables, the bull couldn’t help but ease a hand into his shorts. The most he did was simply wrap his fingers around, giving firm squeezes to his base as he continued to flip pages, taking in the whole of the scenes. Sure that he heard a sound, the bull was quick to slip the pages away, rolling over to hide the prominent tent in his shorts.

It turned out to be TJ, to which he breathed and sigh of relief, letting his covered erection be seen. To this, the pig just smirked and rolled his eyes.

“You’re in enough trouble,” TJ playfully warned as he went to his own stable and sat down on the bed.

“It’s only trouble if you get caught,” the bull snickered. “But you should know that.”

“Coming from me, it’s endearing. But from you...eh, it’s a little worrying,” TJ quipped.

TJ sure knew how to make him feel better and he joined in a laugh. It was something he could really use. For some time, he talked with his good friend, knowing that he was nearly forgiven, but it was better than nothing, much better. In fact, the time passing was almost forgotten and before he knew it, Owain had to be off.

He left the Stables and went off through the expanse of fields towards the lake. Beyond that side of the ranch, there was a stretch of forest that acted as a border. Within the shallower parts of the woods, there were a few that lived there. His goal was seeking out Bentley, a big brown bear who surrounded himself with nature, dwelling in a cabin made of the very logs that he harvested to make his living.

***

“Ah, there you are,” the bear said. The seasoned ursine shook Owain’s hand firmly. He was even bigger than the bull, rather built from his hobbies ranging from hiking to woodcutting and woodworking. He was glad to have some help gathering the logs that had been cut down. The chopping was of course done in moderation, caring very much for the trees around him, Bentley had vowed a long time ago to take what was necessary from the forest. “Best we get to, huh?”

The logs themselves were cleanly cut and neatly arranged by the size and length. They were to be sent out to multiple outlets in town, some for daily uses like heating and cooking. The bigger logs were to be sent to a lumber yard. Owain and Bentley started with the smaller logs, able to carry them with ease and all on their own, making quick enough work of them. The larger ones required the bear and bull to work together, lifting and placing them in the trailer attached to the ursine’s truck.

They were doing this the old fashioned way, lifting the various cuts of wood and placing them in a neat, orderly manner. It was easy at first when they were moving the smaller logs but the bigger ones were putting the bovine through his paces. Owain wasn’t scared of the hard work at all, in fact he was relishing the chance to blow off steam by working with his hands and challenging his strength.

Lifting, lowering, moving things from one place to the other; the bovine grunted and took deep breaths, pacing himself to his best ability. He took a small break and admired the setting he was in. He looked across the lake, seeing the ranch in the distance. Between there and here was an expanse of shimmering water and surrounding him was the heady aroma of freshly cut wood. While taking a breather, Owain patted his arm that was throbbing a bit. It wasn’t a traditional workout but it was a great stress reliever. He used the task as an outlet, using the frustration he felt towards himself as fuel.

“That’s the way,” Bentley encouraged, lifting the other side of a rather large log. They carried it over to the trailer and dropped it in, listening to the heavy clank and rumbles that the rolling of it made. The two were making a great team and Owain’s dedication was making things go by faster and smoother than usual. This task that others would have groaned at was being taken on by the bull. Owain put his best effort into it and Bentley had to keep up with him. Working together, the pair made short work of the day’s lot.

“Well, it’ll be...” Bentley chuckled. “It’s never gone by this fast before.”

“Hehe. Well, I’ve got a lot of stress to get out,” the bull admitted. “And it’s working like a charm.” He flexed his slightly aching arms. It was a bit disappointing to find no more logs for him to lift. It was all over now. “I’d better get back to the ranch.”

Owen looked back to see Bentley smiling. “What’s the rush? You worked hard and, though I appreciate some good work ethic, you should be taking some time to relax first.” Instead of being sent on his way, the brown bear was leading the younger male to his cabin, offering the bull a deserved break.

Being large himself, the ursine’s cottage was suited for someone of Owain’s size. He was able to step in and found that things were reasonably sized for him to interact with.

He sat down on a couch, making himself comfortable while Bentley was within the kitchen, getting things prepared for his guest. Upon returning the bear presented him with some sandwiches and glasses of homemade tea. Owain graciously accepted these and politely took a bite out of the sandwich, finding that it tasted much better than expected.

The tea was even better. He wasn’t much of a tea drinker, but it was considered a more than welcome start. Now that he was winding down, Owain was finally realizing just how tired he really was; all of the work he put in was finally catching up to him. That made him very grateful for something to eat and drink.

“Good, huh?” Bentley asked, taking a few bites of his own meal, chuckling as the bull nodded eagerly. “I can tell you’re a hard worker but you’ll burn yourself out rushing from job to job.”

Now feeling a bit silly, Owain had to agree. Being so focused on working as hard as he could, there wasn’t much consideration on actually settling down for more than a few minutes at most. But now that he was able to sit down and think, it became clear that something like that would lead to him folding rather quickly. While working towards redemption, he would have to pace himself.

“Right. Guess I can take it easy for a while,” the bull agreed, finishing off his sandwich, being grateful for the lack of any meat. It was something small but he noticed that the bear had some meat in his own sandwich. While the ursine finished up, Owain was downing the last of his tea.

After setting the plate and cup down, the bull took a moment to just relax for a moment. As much as he enjoyed working hard, his body was feeling a bit stiff. With a grunt, he started to stretch them, flexing his arms outwards and behind his head to ease the feeling within them.

As Owain flexed, showing off his sturdy body, Bentley watched in silence, taking full notice of the way that his guest was making his arms bulge. Even through his light brown pelt, it was easy to see the sheer bulk underneath. With the stretching continuing, the bear watched, giving his full gaze.

“No wonder you made short work of those logs,” Bentley complimented. “I suppose you do a lot of hard work at the ranch, huh?”

“Oh. Yeah. I do stuff like hauling full crates and plowing the fields. We do things the old fashioned way, without machines for the most part,” Owain explained.

“I gotta admit. Arms like those are enough to make me jealous,” the brown bear himself was covered in thick fur and had a bit of a gut on him, but Owain could clearly see the thickness of his arms. It was easy to see that the other guy was no slouch either.

“You shouldn’t sell yourself short,” Owain responded. “Bears are naturally big, but you’re on another level.”

The two large males gave each other compliments, one thing led to another and soon enough the two of them were showing their bodies off. Bentley had taken off his shirt just like Owain and the two of them were rather close to each other, feeling each other up, squeezing each other’s biceps and feeling their fur covered chests.

“Nice...” Owain praised.

“And not too bad yourself,” Bentley was still feeling the bovine over, rubbing along his body, grazing fur covered abs. It wasn’t exactly his intention, but his large paw had drifted lower, gliding over the shorts, getting a good feel of what was underneath. Bentley was quick to pull his paw back when he realized. “Oh, my bad.”

“No problem, it happens,” Owain shrugged. “Especially on the ranch. But...it’s been a while for me.”

“Oh really? A big bull like you?” Bentley teased. “Hmm... Like I said, you did a really good job. So how about I reward you further?”

“Hmm...” Pretending to think it over, Owain already felt a tingling in his sheath. That paw was back on his short, feeling at it. And the bear was treated to the feeling of the tip slipping free from the leathery pouch. “Well, how could I say no?”

And just like that, Owain was soon standing with his shorts to his ankles, groaning as the bear was pawing at his tapered 13 inches. His cock was harder than usual, pulsing from the lack of action. So of course he took full advantage of the chance to drain his balls. Just the feeling of Bentley’s paw drifting up and down his cock was enough to send shudders through his body.

“I wasn’t expecting all of this, but then again you are a bull. I heard that they had some serious beef,” the bear quipped. His big hand was feeling up the bullcock that was equally lengthy and thick, fitting his palm very nicely and pulsing firmly.

“Ha ha,” Owain smirked. “But I get it. And there’s plenty of me to go around.”

“Then I can be a bit selfish then,” Bentley chuckled, squeezing at the midpoint, running his fingers along the thick ring. He continued to pump at the large length, watching as a bead of pre formed at the tip, growing bigger and heavier until it dribbled down and crawled along the underside.

He then let go of the shaft, leaving the bovine surprised and riled up. “Don’t worry, I’m not leaving you out to dry,” the brown bear promised. “I just had something in mind, something that I think you’ll like.” Owain was curious and heard the bear’s idea out, indeed smiling when Bentley was done detailing.

“What do you think?” Bentley asked.

“Ready when you are,” Owain said playfully. He was already leaning over the side of the couch, with his backside presented and tail lifted. The response he got wasn’t with words but in the form of warm exhales on his backside. They were getting closer and intensified. Large paws were on his ass, spreading the cheeks apart, exposing the bull’s already winking hole.

With a smile on his muzzle, Bentley pressed his lips to the pink rim. A slow lick was given to the ring of flesh, slicking it up with his spit. This was something he didn’t experience much. He was comfortable in the role of top but wasn’t opposed to having his butt played with a bit.

The amount of warmth and smoothness from the large tongue was very much appreciated. It rolled over his rim tenderly, smearing the surface in additional layers of saliva. That led to more warmth that spread throughout his backside.

Bentley was already enjoying the other male’s rump, the way it reacted to his tongue’s touches. After a few more licks he could no longer keep his tongue from pressing at the hole, gently easing his tongue-tip inside.

“Mmm...Ahh..!” From the slow stretching of his rim, Owain groaned out, gripping the couch for support. The feeling of the pink, warm muscle worming its way inside was already sending waves through his entire body. As more of the tongue slipped in, the bovine’s hole was further spread and filled.

The licks being directly swiped over the walls of his tailhole sent intense waves of pleasure through the bovine’s body. Owain was already panting, slightly arching his back.

“Oooh...” Biting his lip, he felt a sudden pressure deep within him, but it quickly gave way and allowed the bear’s tongue to reach far inside of him. Nearly the entire length was wedged inside of the tight hole.

One of Bentley’s paws had moved down from the bull’s backside, tracing down over the large pair of balls. It ended with him once more gripping Owain’s cock. This time he was tugging downwards and easing back up, using his paw in a steady milking motion. The action was done in tandem with his deep licking, dragging his tongue along the puffy walls. His tugs on the girthy shaft were just as tender and he used the precum that had been leaking so far as lube to make them feel even better.

“Ahh... F-fuck... Never had anything l-like this before...”

In response, there was a deep chuckle from the grizzly. Bentley was already going full steam ahead, eagerly dragging his tongue over the surrounding surfaces, reaching all that he could, enjoying the warmth and smoothness that he kept finding. There was a very subtle flavor that he embraced and further sought out. His hums of delight came out muffled and his drool was slathering the fur surrounding Owain’s ass.

Quicker than expected, the pleasure was rising, making the bull pant. The grip he had on the couch began stronger. Everything Owain did was a reaction: to the smooth sweeps of his insides and the strokes to his cock. Precum kept dripping out, being smeared back over the inches it came from. Bentley seemingly knew exactly what to do; just how and when to move his tongue, to speed up or slow the pace of his strokes. The greater pleasure given to his shaft and the increasing warmth that was felt beneath his tail, those elements combined kept him constantly reacting.

While servicing the bull with all that he could, the brown bear used his other paw to jerk himself, pumping eagerly as he collected his own precum. Doing so caused Bentley’s own moans to rise, spreading vibrations underneath the bull’s tail.

The cottage’s living room was soon filled with the deep pants from the bovine and the muffled moans from the bear. Bentley was completely content with himself, still taking whiffs of the bull’s scent in between slurps, breathing heavily as he stroked at his own length, using the thick precum to slather the shaft in the natural lube. Every little whiff and groan that the farm animal led to his own lust climbing. The bear’s own moans continued to deepen and he did not let up at all with his tongue’s actions.

Owain was actually surprised by how much the bear could give, and how much better it was getting as time kept passing. That tongue was licking a bit faster now, still touching all the right sports. Stronger pulses came to his cock and ropes of his precum were being released into the bear’s large paw. With all of his inches becoming wet and slick; the tongue reaching a certain spot inside of him, Owain was made to groan deeply.

Bentley eventually felt that Owain was ready for more. His methods evolved from simple licks to pumping his oral muscle back and forth along the length of the bull’s passage. From this point, all of the bear’s actions were done with the purpose to push Owain over the edge.

“Yeah... Push it in there real deep...” Owain encouraged, fully embracing everything that was coming his way. Hearing this, Bentley redoubled his efforts, putting his lengthy ursine tongue to full use while gripping and squeezing the bull’s thick cock with greater effectiveness. Running his fingers over the entirety of the length, Bentley was feeling it all up. The tapered tip and the increasing thickness that was beyond, sliding over and squeezing the medial ring before moving past it to the base and back again. The feeling was already making Owain tremble; but when the bear suddenly sped up the licking and full-cock stroking, he clenched his teeth and stomped his hoof to the floor.

Bentley pulled his tongue free, leaving the hole wet and slightly stretched. Owain was shuddering still, focusing on keeping himself from teetering off that edge. While doing that he noticed himself missing the bear’s tongue. The bull was expecting a moment to catch his breath but the brown bear had something else in mind. Replacing his precum-slick hand was his even wetter and warmer mouth.

Before Owain could properly react, Bentley was bobbing his head up and down. He took on the lengthy and thick flesh with hardly any trouble, moving his muzzle with the same amount of finesse that his hand possessed. It was even taken into the ursine’s throat, swallowing against the pulsing flesh. Hums came from Bentley in response to the precum he was drinking down while Owain was being reduced to a moaning and shaking heap.

Bentley’s head was bobbing quickly right from the beginning, massaging the length with his tongue and throat. He worked hard to give the bull’s meat constant attention, his hands working on the hefty balls, gently stroking and kneading the pair of orbs with the same amount of care.

“Gonna cum,” Owain muttered. He was unable to handle any more, struggling to keep his balance even while leaning against the couch. The sucks to his cock and rubs to his balls kept him on the cusp. Bentley put his other hand to use, slipping a finger back into Owain’s licked hole. This pushed Owain into a powerful climax. In time with the horned anthro raising his voice were the spurts of his load. Bentley hummed and gulped down the loads of bovine cum that were shot over his tongue.

The hand on Owain’s balls moved away and returned to Bentley’s own ursine shaft. It was given firm squeezes and rapid jerks until the bear was shooting his seed onto the floor

“That was…intense,” Owain panted when it was all finished.

“You looked like you really needed it,” Bentley said, winding down as well. He got up and left, coming back with towels to clean up with. Together they wiped up the various and were back to how they were before, giving each other fitness tips on how to maintain and further improve their strength.

Owain was eventually sent on his way after a smaller cart was loaded up. The wood it contained was meant for the ranch. At the end was a sturdy rope that Owain could grip and pull. Once he was off, Bentley called out to him, promising to call Hudson and put in a good word for him.

***

While hauling the cart of wood by a sturdy rope he was thinking to himself. Now, more than ever, he was determined to right his wrongs. But the best way to do so was gradually, step by step, so he wouldn’t burn himself out.

After hauling the load of wood onto the ranch’s property and putting them in their proper place, Owain joined the others in the Stables. This time they actually greeted him and asked him how it was. Keeping in mind to not squander this chance, the bull tried to keep his retelling humble, of course leaving the lewd parts out.

“Well, maybe we should give you the job every time it’s available,” Storm chuckled, punching the bovine in the shoulder.

“Why not?” Owain shrugged. “It really wasn’t that bad.”

“Alright, where’s the real Owain and what have you done with him?” TJ asked.

“Oh, ha ha,” the sarcastic bull rolled his eyes but was glad to be talking to his friends again.

***

For the next few days, Owain carried out his duties in addition to the tasks that would usually be given to Danny. Those tasks that he found difficult at first were becoming easier to do. They were done thoroughly and in a shorter amount of time than the day before. Fueled by determination, Owain was doing the work meant for two around the ranch and his work was being noticed by the others.

Danny himself even acknowledged it, being relieved of many chores originally assigned to him. The human didn’t say anything to the bull outright, but when they crossed paths he smiled and waved.

Owain was really making an effort to correct his mistakes. Danny was grateful for this because having his usual jobs taken over meant that he could do other things. Gordie was tasked with milking for this day, leaving Danny to essentially find something to do. These days were spent assisting the others. Helping on the field, overseeing the crops’ progress with Prince, cooking with Marlo, doing small repairs with TJ, and doing the occasional dusting for Hudson.

While doing these things, Danny could see Owain working harder than ever from afar, pushing himself to regain everyone’s trust. While he seemed to get the hang of ranch hand tasks, the bull was still struggling to clean windows well. It was pretty amusing to watch the large anthro battle against stubborn dust and grime.

“Watching the big guy struggle, huh?” It was Storm who nearly made the human jump out of his skin. Breathing a sigh of relief, Danny nodded and smirked.

“Aside from the windows, he’s been doing a good job. Hmm, makes me wonder if you guys really needed another ranch hand around here,” Danny wondered aloud.

“Trust me, Danny. The only reason he’s doing so well is because he knows that he messed up. If he wasn’t so determined, everything that he’s done would have turned out as a total disaster,” the clydesdale snickered. “Hell, I’m surprised he’s lasted this long. Hopefully you forgive him soon for all our sakes.”

“Hey!” Danny said, crossing his arms with a playful smile on his face. “Don’t dump all the pressure on me.”

“Alright, alright,” the equine said, backing off. Instead, he leaned against the brick wall the two were looking over. Danny wasn’t sure what this wall was for. It was rather short, and didn't connect to anything. It just stood essentially in the middle of the ranch with no purpose. Behind this wall was the one apple tree on the entire ranch.

Getting the human’s attention was the loud crunch of an apple being bitten. He looked at the horse enjoying his snack. Making eye contact, the equine’s ears flicked and he reached up with his other arm, plucking another fruit, handing it to Danny.

They sat down in the grass, leaning against the brick, eating their apples and tossing the cores to the grass, leaving them to be reclaimed by nature.

“So, with all of this free time...what are you gonna do now?” Storm asked.

“Not sure,” Danny admitted. He attempted to lean over, reaching his arm out with the intent to rest his hand on the ground. But his hand touched an apple. The fruit rolled from underneath him, causing Danny to lose his balance. Instead of leaning over just a bit, Danny’s head was suddenly in Storm’s lap.

“Whoa there!” Storm helped him up but snickered. “You could have just asked.”

“Hmm.” Danny blushed, brushing his shirt. He saw that the stallion was lacking shorts again. Apparently the human’s slip up was a source of arousal for him. Danny watched as the equine’s thick tip came into view and following it was the rest of the hardening shaft.

“Well, I do need something to pass the time…” Danny said, doing his best to play it cool. “And you certainly look like you need some help.”

“No thanks to you,” Storm teased back. He reached over and gently grabbed his friend’s arm. “Come on. Let’s head somewhere a bit more private.”

“Like the outhouses again? I don’t think so...” Danny instead took charge and led the way. With everyone else rather busy they were able to slip by unnoticed. The destination turned out to be Danny’s quarters. There was no one else inside, leaving them with total privacy. Danny found this a much better place than an outhouse stall.

As soon as the door shut, Storm started snickering. “Man, it reeks like dog in here. And it can’t just be from him sleeping in the bed. You should open a window.”

Danny blushed, at this point he hardly noticed the scent of Gordie. It was just so natural to him by now.

“Hope ol’ grumpy jowls doesn’t mind me marking his territory,” the equine sat down on the bed, making himself comfortable as he gripped his cock. Danny stood there watching as the chestnut colored stallion’s 18 inches were fully out and pulsing. “Care to join me?”

“Such a gentleman,” Danny snarked. He removed his lower clothes, approaching the nude sturdy bodied equine with nothing but his shirt on. As soon as he was close enough, Storm pulled him in and onto the bed. At first Danny fell on top of Storm. They both chuckled as the larger male’s hands wrapped around Danny’s back. The human didn’t expect Storm to roll over, leaving him on his back while the clydesdale was on top.

“Oh, I’ll show you just how much of a gentleman I am.” Storm slid down Danny’s body, leaning his open muzzle down and easing his soft lips around the humanoid cock that was already hard. Fueling the daft horse were the memories of their first time by the lake. They had become special to him. He already felt close to Danny, as close as he already was to Owain and Marlo.

Starting things off, Storm lapped his tongue over the tip a few times before pushing his head down, taking in the human’s inches. From Danny’s perspective, things were moving a bit fast but he still wound up melting from the oral touch. He could feel the drags of the broad tongue and the lips’ gentle sucking at the same time. There was a sense of added tenderness to the bigger male’s actions, bringing another sensation that caused Danny to gasp.

“Oh, Storm…” Danny moaned.

Storm started to gently bob his head, hearing the human’s real time reactions to his acts. There was a hand placed on his hand, right in between his flicking ears. Danny started stroking his head, combing through the long untamed mane on top. Feeling this made the equine’s eyes lid and his mouth sunk even lower, allowing more of Danny in.

Danny looked down, watching as his cock was being sucked on. Storm was slowing down, dragging his lips along the length in a way that Danny could really feel. The human’s position allowed him some control. Storm had a hand on his chest, slipped under his shirt. Stroking the smooth skinned chest in return for the pets and rubs to his head, Storm was adding another level of sensuality to the mix. Danny decided to take things a step further by delivering a small hump that pushed his tip into the clydesdale’s throat.

Storm paused, looking up at Danny with a wink and smirk. His other hand joined the first underneath the human’s shirt. As he resumed the blowjob, his fingers found and teased Danny’s nipples, rubbing in slow circular motions. While teasing Danny’s chest, Storm moved his tongue further and faster. No longer bobbing his head, he took some time to stimulate the pulsing flesh with the wet muscle, caressing every inch he could reach. Precum was leaking from the tip and he eagerly collected it, his muffled moans indicating his enjoyment.

“I didn’t know you were…so good at this,” Danny panted.

“Well…” Storm responded. He kept the human stimulated by bringing a hand down and pumping it over the length. “This stud doesn’t top as much as you think he does.” His mouth returned to the shaft. The bobbing picked back up and it was much faster. The tongue was grinding all over at the same time. While one hand was still up teasing a nipple the other was down lower, playing with Danny’s balls.

All of these sensations were too much for Danny. “H-here it comes, Storm!” he warned, breathing heavily in reaction to the sudden spike of pleasure. Storm decided to pull his mouth off, again stroking the length, watching as Danny blew his load. Ropes of his seed were being released onto the young man’s own body at first. Storm pointed the tip towards himself and moaned as his face and open mouth were being marked with the warm and sticky fluid.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” Storm said while licking his lips.

It was Danny’s turn to take the other male by surprise. He took hold of Storm’s body and rolled them both over. Storm was impressed that the smaller male was able to do so. Then he watched as Danny started to feel his body. Starting at his chest, Danny’s smooth and warm hands were first tracing over and then kneading his pecs.

“Mmm. Nice and firm, aren’t they?” Storm asked, to which the human nodded. Danny’s hands moved lower, feeling up the bigger male’s abs. Taking a moment, he ran his fingers over them as well, feeling a shiver running down his spine. Storm’s large body was perfectly built in Danny’s eyes, sculpted from hard work out in the fields. His power was undeniable but there was something also approachable and comforting about him. Slowly, his hands moved lower down until they were brushing over the stallion’s crotch and the start of his mighty member.

All 18 inches were pulsing with strength and precum had already begun to leak down the underside of the equine’s shaft. Danny got a light grip of it, feeling the warmth and the throb against his palm and fingers. His hand traced along the bottom side, collecting the precum and smearing it across the hefty thing. As he began to stroke with the natural lube, Danny admired the huge cock. Not just its sheer size but the way it was decorated with speckles and had a thick ring at the center. Anyone would be jealous of the hung stud but Storm himself seemed embarrassed by his size.

“It’s not as if I can easily do things with this. Taking this requires prep, let alone if you’re trying to take the whole-” Storm’s rambling was interrupted, his words taken from him when those human fingers were directly teasing his medial ring. Tracing, stroking, and squeezing, Danny was giving it constant attention, squeezing with added firmness, making the equine wince from the rush.

“E-easy with that…” Storm groaned. This kind of teasing was making his cock pulse harder and rapidly. It was quickly discovered that Storm was extra sensitive. Danny eased his hand off but kept that in mind. He continued but explored what was beyond the ring. Going up and down his hand sailed from just underneath the ring to the base and back up again. These motions were repeated, increasing the volume of the equine’s moans and the production of his precum.

Danny slid himself down lower. While his hand was still stroking the equine’s cock, Danny was also able to focus on the full, leathery pair of balls. Lowering and resting his face just over them, Danny was taking in the musk that rose from them. The alluring, earthy scent of a hardworking field horse. Drawn in even more by it, Danny just rolled with the punches and used his tongue to lick the sack, gently lapping along the curvature.

“Aah..! K-keep that up..!” Storm was a groaning mess, his precum flowing in a greater amount. It trailed all the way down to where Danny’s pumping hand was. The lower half of his shaft was being stroked with greater ease, making use of the fluid. His other hand gripped the upper half. Both hands were moving up and down, working in time with each other to stroke the big horse cock as a whole.

While keeping his hands moving, Danny was licking and sucking on the clydesdale’s balls, going from one to the other, giving both big spheres equal amounts of attention and pleasure. Danny was exploring still while doing all of this, feeling around with his hands and tongue, finding which spots brought the stallion the most pleasure. In response to all of this, Storm could only groan and keep his body in check. His body’s natural reaction was to thrust into the man’s hands, but he kept that desire at bay, even as the strokes became faster and one of his orbs were being suckled on, partially pulled into Danny's mouth.

“D-Danny, I’m-” All of these acts at the same time were just too much for the horse. The pleasure rose quickly and significantly. Before could recenter himself, Storm was pushed over the edge and crying out from the blazing pleasure of his climax. Danny eased back so he could watch the stallion shoot his load.

With his cocktip flared to its full size, Storm finally bucked his hips against Danny’s hands, spraying his seed with force. It arched through the air and splattered onto the wall behind them both. Danny watched in amazement as the fluids were blasting out like champagne after it was shaken and uncorked. Thick and frothy, the seed was hitting the wood and clinging to it before slowly dribbling downwards. All the while, Storm was clutching the blankets, grunting and straining as he rose out the powerful orgasm in full.

Storm eventually offered to clean up his mess, using a towel that came from a drawer. He wiped away the sticky mess while Danny continued to lay on the bed. Once it was cleaned up, Storm flopped back onto the bed, taking up most of the available room. He again extended his arms around the human, pulling Danny in and wrapping his arms around again, having the smaller male in a firm and secure hug. They were both still nude and lying chest to chest, their softened cocks were touching as well.

“How about a nap?” Danny asked, feeling the fatigue catching up to him.

“Sounds good to me…” Storm said as he was already closing his eyes.