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Hello y'all, and welcome to read the third installment of my miniseries "Steps to Pleasure". This is a story told over several chapters posted about one day apart. Hope you'll enjoy the read!

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Gage's ears jumped as he heard the familiar gruff voice speak on the phone he was holding in a clammy hand.

"Hey, Gage, it's...it's...it's Dante, Dante Compton."

The stallion swallowed nervously, a swell of panic passing through him as he looked around as if the Sheppie might be hiding in the same room. With no doggie contacts made, he simply stared at the phone held at an outreached hand.

"Hello?" the Sheppie's voice came over the line again.

How did he even know Gage's number? The stallion surely had never phoned the Sheppie from his private phone, only a couple of times at work, but that was using the internal line. They didn't socialize together or anything...for obvious reasons, and they hardly knew each other to begin with! Gage could hardly explain it by any other way than by deciding that the Sheppie had probably looked his number up from somewhere. It's not like his number was a secret...hell, there were probably two hundred girls in San Diego who had his cell number, anyway.

"Hello?" the voice repeated. "Gage? Hello? Is this the wrong number?"

Gage yanked the phone back up to its proper position and sighed.

"Hello?"

"Uhh, hey! It's Gage here," he spoke up, trying to sound confident and all and failing in it completely.

He sounded outright meek, and that was not something the proud and studly stallion was used to.

"For a while I thought the line was broken or something," the Sheppie snuffled.

Gage rubbed his damp pec with his knuckles, trying to think of something sensible to say in such a situation. He might have been a pretty good engineer alright, but this was beyond his faculties. Unwitting gay drama was really not the big horse's specialty when it came to social relationships, and this was pure alien territory.

"Uhh, yeah, maybe it's Verizon acting up, you know, it's Verizon."

The Sheppie on the phone snuffled hollowly.

"Yeah, Verizon."

A deadly silence fell over them, and Gage's fight or flight reflexes started to act up again. His heart was beating too fast for comfort, and there was an unpleasant flutter at the pit of his belly that certainly was not there before, and it was not the one he associated with especially good sex, or anything like that. In fact, he felt like he was going to throw up if he wasn't too careful.

"Hey, Gage...you there?"

"Uhh...yeah, I'm here," the stallion huffed.

"I was wondering...I mean...how are you?"

"Uhhh...yeah, I'm okay. How're you, Dante?"

"Not too bad I guess."

Gage rubbed his chin, feeling the slightly rough texture of the furs on his muzzle while he wondered where this discussion was going.

"Look - "

"Dante - "

Their words met mid-air and nullified each other, and there was that same silence again while neither one spoke for a brief moment, shaking the verbal collision away.

"Gage, you ok?" the gruff Sheppie spoke again.

"Umm, yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

Another too long a pause happened before more words were traded.

"Hey, about today, Gage..."

The stallion's belly clenched in revolt again. There could as well been headlights involved.

"Can we just...not talk about it?" Gage sighed. "I mean..."

"It was fucking stupid, Gage, what you said," the Sheppie's growling voice hit his ears through the phone line. "You were fucking arrogant and cocky, you know."

Gage snorted roughly to himself, rubbing a thumb over his eyes as he listened.

"Tell me about it," he huffed.

"Someone should. That's no way to treat furs. Any furs, men or women or whatever."

"Look, Dante - "

"I've not stopped yet, Gage."

Gage bit his words back and just listened, his ears flopping down, defeated.

"I hope that you don't think that just because I happen to be gay I would want to jump to bed with anyone, let alone you."

"I didn't say so," Gage complained quickly.

"Well coming over and asking me to fuck you is pretty much saying the same thing, eh?"

Gage knew that there was no denying that for the Sheppie was right. That's exactly how it sounded like.

"Uhh, yeah, sorry about that."

"You better be," the Sheppie grunted.

"Well I'm sorry, alright? Look, man - "

"I really don't have to listen to you going on about being straight and just curious and wanting to know how it feels like and all that crap. I think I heard quite enough today already. Don't you think so?"

Gage's cheeks burned with his blush as he recalled his today's "confessions". Stuff like that could certainly do irreversible damage to his easy-going straight guy reputation. He was damn sure that confessing to liking things up the ass really wasn't the first thing that might come to mind when thinking about the stallion. Now there was this annoyed as fuck kind of a Sheppie who was partial to his secret.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry I even brought it up, Dante."

"You better be, Gage, you were even more forward than the guys on the worst kind of bars with dark rooms and stuff."

Gage wasn't sure what a dark room was, but he really didn't want to know. It was probably something awfully gay, anyway, and he didn't need to know about that kind of a thing.

"I am straight, Dante, I don't know how it works for...for..."

"For fags?" the growling voice on the other end of the phone line grunted.

Gage huffed.

"Look, I've nothing against your lot, I mean..."

"Guess you really don't know, then," the ruff voice snorted.

"I'm straight, Dante, that ain't going to change."

"And what about the part about you getting fucked in the ass, Gage?"

Gage's precious tailhole pulsed again at the allusion to what might pass in and out of its vicinity, and his heart raced as his nerves frayed.

"It's gay to want the cuddles and all that hassle," Gage stated his case quickly, more confident now. "I mean, it's not gay to like stuff rubbing your prostate gland, that just sex."

"Spoken by Dr. Gage, MD. Got psychology credentials, too?"

The stallion's ears dropped with annoyance as he neighed softly.

"Can't we just drop this shit and forget it never happened, Dante?"

There was a brief bout of hollow laughter at the other end of the line.

"And here I thought that you were pent up enough to actually go with it. Guess I was wrong about your resolve after all."

Gage's tail whacked the couch with annoyance as he listened to the Sheppie's breaths over the phone.

"Dante..."

"Well, if you have really chickened out of it...and here I was almost ready to actually indulge your carnal curiosities."

Gage practically jumped up from the couch, making a slick sound as his naked rump left the leather and he was up to his hooves, whole body feeling tense and taunt while he clutched to the phone in his hand.

"What?" the cocky stallion yelped.

The Sheppie snorted.

"Yeah, what's there to lose. It's not like I've been getting any lately, and it's so much of a hassle to go to the bars, and if it really is just a quick fuck you're after..."

Gage frowned at the word use for it still irked his sensibilities to think about what exactly he had asked the German Shepherd for, but anyway, he did know that he wanted a big, throbbing, thick cock plowing his backside and making merry with his infamous prostate gland. The fact that the cock had to be connected to a dude was an acceptable complication which he just had to live with. All else be damned.

"What...uhhh...just what're you saying, Dante?"

"I'm saying that yeah, you stupid fuck, if you want to...fool around or experiment or whatever you want to call it to keep yourself happy with it, I'll do the naughty with your so-called straight rump if that's really what you want. Not that it'd be a chore. Gotta say that you ain't bad looking at all."

Gage's belly butterflies had a riot as he listened to the Sheppie's voice take onto a clearly more dangerous tone again. This time it was not speaking of anger or threatened asskicking, but more like assfucking.

"Uhhh..."

"Whatever you call it, you...well, you can have it, if you still want to, Gage. No strings attached. No expectations. Just like the women you brag about."

The Sheppie snorted, and against Gage's better judgment, his tailhole jumped at the idea of actually being spread open by a real, throbbing cock, possibly belonging to the German Shepherd from work.

"Is that right?" the stallion managed after a pause.

"Yeah, stud. I'll let you saddle up if that's really what your straight ass needs. I could use it, too."

The Sheppie's voice was oddly resigned after speaking, and that made Gage feel hesitant.

"Uhh..."

"Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock..."

"Alright!" Gage yelped. "Let's do it."

"As you wish," the gruff voice snuffled.

"Just...just promise that you won't make me your...woman or anything like that, okay? I am straight."

Dante's laughter was genuine now as it clattered over the phone.

"Gage, I thought the point of being gay was wanting to do guys, not pretending that they're women, eh? I wasn't planning to dress you up in a skirt or something."

The silence was starting to hurt Gage's ears before his churning guts finally decided to cooperate.

"I guess."

"I have one condition, too, Gage. Are you willing to listen?"

Gage found himself nodding even though the Sheppie was nowhere to be seen, of course, and then muttered a "yeah" to the phone.

"I want you to promise that you won't go batshit straight crazy after we're done and try to beat me for turning you queer or anything like that. Can you promise that, Gage?"

Gage snuffled at the words and shook his head in disbelief. Could having sex really be that dangerous? He did understand the potential danger of jealous ex boyfriends or the like, but...that? Such a thing had never crossed his mind before. What was it there if you wanted to do a dude? Or be done by a dude? He might've been straight as the Washington Monument, but still the stallion could not understand anyone trying to pretend to be one, anyway. What was the point if you got your rocks off with a dude instead of a hot girl? He might have not felt the same, but hell, life was too short to be wasted on getting antsy over something as damn funny as fucking a tight hole, whoever might be in the possession of a willing one.

"Why'd I want to beat you up? You promised not to make me your bitch or anything."

"Shit happens," Dante snorted.

Gage rubbed his jaw and snuffled.

"Well, alright. I promise not to go crazy."

"Splendid." the Sheppie spoke in a somewhat unconvincing tone. "Are we okay now? You can bail out if you want, I won't tell."

"No!" Gage was quick to repeal the suggestion of forgoing his request.

This was now or never, he thought, even if he felt like he was going to puke. He had gotten this far, and he was THE stud after all, and he wanted to keep that feeling up.

"Is that a no?"

"No in that no, I won't be backing out!"

"Good. For a while I thought you did."

"Ha ha, ha."

"Okay. So, now that the macho shit is over with, how do you want to go on doing this? You want to hook up? Treat me to a nice dinner before doing the dirty? Buy me flowers and underwear?"

Gage frowned and held the phone away from his ear as if listening to the Sheppie speaking was actually doing some physical harm to his pride and malehood.

"I don't want any hanky-panky, Dante, I just want what I told you I do."

"Yeah, some doggie cock up the stallion ass, I got that part already, thank you. Just how do you want to go on acting on that request, now? Your place? My place? Tomorrow? Next week?"

The Sheppie's words sounded harsh, and Gage's nerves jumped. How did you go on doing something like this? Had he messed up again?

"Guess there's no reason to postpone it any more than necessary," Gage spoke to the phone. "Tomorrow okay?"

"Lemme check my calendar whether I'm too busy doing gay things, Gage..." the Sheppie snuffled, and there was another of those hollow chuckles before he spoke once more. "Oh, dear, look at it, a whole Saturday all free from gayness...so better do something about that shortage. I'm sure that a roll in the bed with you will do just fine."

"Okay....uhh...so...tomorrow it is."

"Your place or mine?"

"Yours," Gage spoke quickly.

Even through his nerves, Gage was sure about some things, and one of them was that there was no way he was going to do anything of the caliber they were talking about at Gage's own place. The idea of being propped face down and ass up on the bed where he had screwed a hundred females was too uncomfortable and humiliating, almost...like a misuse of property, somehow.

"Fine by me, Gage. The address is Silverstag Hill 4587. Think you can find that?"

"Well, I've got GPS."

"Great."

"Yeah."

"So, yeah, you feel more randy in the morning or the evening?"

"Uhmm...matters little to me," Gage snuffled.

The stallion immediately regretted his words. Going on his sex-crazed reputation again, it seemed.

The Sheppie on the phone snorted again.

"A morning fuck it is then. Great, no point wasting that good morning bone."

Gage couldn't do anything except snort.

"Why don't you get here around midday and we'll see what your allegedly straight ass is made of."

Gage wanted to toss the phone to the wall for hearing those snarky words again, but he didn't want to stretch his luck any further than he already did.

"Alright. Silverstag Hill 4587, right?"

"Yeah, that's it."

"Ummm...I see you then?"

"Yes, Gage."

"Ahhh...alright. Well...see you."

"Yeah, Gage, see you."

The phone call ended with a brief beep from the phone as it locked itself up again. Gage was left standing there, naked and slightly damp from his shower and with flat ears and a nervously swishing tail as he simply stared at the still glowing cell phone. This was it, he thought, this was the real thing, and it was going to happen, and he didn't know what to do!

Gage paced around the couch, still clutching his phone and flicking his ears nervously. Was this what he really wanted? It was starting to get more and more real by the moment, and he didn't even know whether to be afraid or simply exploding with excitement!

To make things more messy, his cock was starting to slip out of its sheath too, its blunt, black head peeking out of its silky cover. It was only half an hour since he got off, but still his stallionhood was showing itself to be as perky as it ever was, ready to be stuck somewhere warm and juicy, while his low hangers prepared to give a serving of horse cum to go with that.

Even more seemed to be happening at the deep burrow of his firm chocolate-hued rump cheeks, protected by the damp strands of his tail. The ringed muscle of his anus throbbed and flexed with that all too familiar intent of wanting to be stroked and massaged and best of all, spread open by something entering into the deepest confines of the stallion's musky backside. The stallion's blood gushed into new heat as he felt his body tense up while his cock grew in quick pulses to its full length of a foot or so of beautifully sculpted malehood.

Gage nickered quietly as he felt the warm air kiss his damp cock and make its impressive shaft twitch briefly. His tailhole felt like a spot of heat under his tail, needing attention. Gage found his hand wandering towards the crevice of his ass cheeks before he stopped himself right there. The stallion's fingers pressed against the firm muscular half of his rump as he reminded himself that tomorrow there would be something all new pushed up against his taint and then right into his sensitive muscle pucker. His free hand was already roaming all across his chest, teasing on the black nubs of his small man nipples and making them stiff and sensitive under his touch.

"Oh, fuck..." Gage grunted as he felt the tip of his cock brush against his belly, now fully hard and expectant of satisfaction.

His cock felt just a little bit raw, the way it always did after getting horny too soon after the last time he cummed, but going for seconds in a short space of time was nothing new for the horny stallion. Gage's head tilted back as he let his fingers rake firmly across his belly and then curl around his needy member. His fingers took a gentle hold of his shaft and he was practically crooning with pleasure as his palm stroked up and down that hot, pulsing pillar of prime quality maleness. The curved length felt heavy and firm and ready to push into a hot marehole and fill it with potent stallion seed.

Gage nickered and squeezed his ass hard, pulling on the firm curve of the muscle to apply some indirect tension into his anus and everything else hidden under his tail. The feeling was a gentle one compared to the intensity of some of the things he had managed over the years, a result of long nights spent experimenting and pushing his nerve endings and comforts to the limits.

His tailhole was opening and closing with slow, firm pulsing of the firm muscle that made his anus, honed through vigorous adherence to a Kegel's regime that had given Gage some killer pelvic muscles to use in his secret games. He could slip a lubed finger into his tail tunnel and coax his entire body to slowly accept the intrusion and flex and stroke whatever was inside him with slowly increasing intensity. He would play and listen to the feelings going through his body until the stallion would find himself breathless and almost shaking from the intensity of the slightly weird but pleasurable feelings involved with his taboo backside. It was bonus that he also happened to have a very good-looking butt to begin with, thanks to exercise and simple good genes.

The stallion stroked his cock slowly, letting the psychological arousal grow at the same pace with his physical excitement. The sweet smell of pre filled his nose and made Gage feel hungry for more, more feeling, more scent, more...everything. His fingers massaged the base of his hard cock at his taint, touching the very root of his stallionhood and making it flex and dribble extra goopy droplets of pre from the blunt tip and down over Gage's knuckles. He'd only have to move those fingers a few inches upwards to reach the neediest of places in his body, his anus very much craving for extra attention. The hot hole beckoned for the stallion's fingers or whatever he had hidden in the large box under his bed, but for the first time in years he hesitated, keeping his fingers poised near but not quite at his opening.

Gage breathed heavily as his tail swished, ruffling against his arm while he manipulated his cock and his taint with careful precision. Tomorrow he'd learn what a real, hot, warm, pulsing, living penis felt inside his rectum, making its way deep and pounding mercilessly against his sensitive, swollen prostate gland.

The very thought made the stallion gasp and his hard cock throb in his firm grip. His hand stroked slowly over the flare of his rump, feeling the silky furs and hard muscle underneath. How would it feel like to have Dante's softly furred canine hips pressed against that flesh? Would it feel warm? Rough? Would their balls touch? Could he let the Shepherd cum inside him? That did sound kind of gay, but Gage had experimented with warm lube often enough, and it was quite enjoyable to try and hold that rush of warm fluid within himself for a little bit longer before flexing his anus and let it drip out in a stream of liquid heat. He could press fingertips against his hot hole and tickle the sloppy, slowly relaxing muscles while riding out the heated afterglow of a good tailplay.

Gage neighed, raking his fingers through his ropey tail before flicking it aside and grounding his fingers against the needy flesh. His fingertips met soft skin and firm but yielding muscle right under his touch, and his hungry tailhole greeted the new stimulation with rapid pulsing motions, clearly needing some extra attention and that had to happen fast to keep the stallion enflamed pleasure centers all happy and entertained.

The stallion knew this kind of hunger and with the insistent throb of the slab of cock in his closed fist, he knew that this was not going to be a leisurely affair like many of his self-love sessions were. No, he though as he clip-clopped his way into the bedroom, this was to be hard and fast and perfect, and he knew just the way to accomplish it the way he wanted to.

Gage knelt down, his tail flicking agitatedly behind him as he pulled out the secret toy box and opened its heavy wooden lid, revealing the neatly arranged interior of plastic baskets with his various personal entertainment devices into them according to size, shape and purpose. His clammy fingers first picked the large economy tube of KY from its place next to the toy cleaner and the pack of Ursoplus Neigh Deluxe condoms he sometimes used with his bigger toys to go without the hassle of extra clean. Gage tossed the heavy tube down to the unmade bed and then reached for a small black plastic box on the right hand corner of his treasure chest. His fingers slipped the small case open to reveal something oddly shaped and shiny, soon to be closed in the stallion's waiting palm as he pushed the box away and flopped down to the bed.

His breaths came in harsh huffs as he held the stainless steel TruMan Silver Phantom in his hand, trying to warm the cool metal that would soon be entering his aching rectum. His cock pulsed against his abs, staining them with copious amounts of pre that was coming in good quantities even if he had busted a massive nut only a moment ago. The hollow pop of the lube tube being flicked open made his ears flatten briefly before the bottle made a rude noise while the sex-smelling goo was squeezed onto his palm and then applied to the by now warmed surface of the shining, glistering toy.

Gage shuffled up to the bed and knelt down, spreading his legs and pushing his rump back while his slick fingers trailed along his taint, up from his ball sac to the very base of his tail. His slick thumb pressed against the neglected pucker, making it contract against the broad fingertip. Gage breathed heavily and willed himself to relax, and with a gentle push, his slick finger entered his anus, spreading more lube over the tender inner surface of the persistent ring muscle. The warmth and very presence of that single finger was not easing the itch inside, rather it was only stoked to an even greater need.

"Nghhhhhh...yes...yes, soon..." the horny stallion crooned to himself while one finger became two and more lube was pushed into his receptive tail pucker, coating the walls of anal tunnel with a goof lather of the gooey lubricant and making him ready for what he needed next. His proud, curved cock throbbed with each strong flexion of the deep inner muscles and his anus, sending wonderful tension throughout the stallion's belly as he made the final preparations.

"Please..." Gage hissed between his teeth as the tip of his index finger curled down and pushed towards his belly button, meeting the spongy little nut that was prostate.

He gasped at the familiar feeling of pressure, of a presence so deep inside him, so very much needed by the horny stallion while his juices dripped to the sheets between his spread beefcake thighs. The stallion nickered as he withdrew himself, and hissed again when the coldness of the steel toy touched his tender anus briefly before making a full and easy, smooth entry into the confines of his rectum.

Gage's moan was loud and needful when he felt the familiar, wonderful pressure of the toy pushing against his prostate. His ring muscle contracted around the base of the toy as if trying to tug it in eve further, but the two hooks at its end that pressed against his taint kept the toy from getting lost within the stallion's sweaty rump. His body welcomed the presence of the intruder with a series of deep waves of tension passing through him, making the stallion's formidable spear tense and jump as its very base was stimulated from within, the way the horse knew was the way into perfect pleasure.

Gage tensed his anus with a careful, deliberate motion, feeling the muscles comply and send his inner rings of muscles into more of those delicious almost involuntary convulsion. His tail flicked and soon shuffled against the sheets as he rolled over to his back, cock slapping against belly while he spread his thighs and relaxed the best he could. The tall stallion's chest heaved. Droplets of sweat had gathered over his neck and his chest, and his cock felt like it might bust at any moment now that there was a constant pressure against his prostate, milking him slowly of cum with even the smallest movements that his body was making to adjust for the intrusion inside Gage's back passage.

The stallion stroked his hands over his chest and belly before his right hand took a firm grip of his cock while his left hand made one more detour to the hot space between his thighs, feeling up the tight hole now spread open by the metallic probe deep within his rectum. His fingertip stroked the slick muscle around once and then pressed firmly against the base of the shiny toy.

Gage's back arched and his head was thrown to the side, a deep, throaty moan escaping his lungs when the vibrator now pressing directly into his prostate was activated. That delirious feeling seemed to be centered at the very core of his being, emanating from that hidden spot deep within him to the pit of his belly, his balls and his cock. His hand held firmly onto his shaft, and he could feel the subtle throb of the vibration going along his long member, stimulating everything that was sensitive inside him.

"Nghhhgghh...yes...good...hhhhhhhh...yesss...." the stallion's voice became an incomprehensible slur as his needy body succumbed to the pleasure.

Gage's hand flew over his slick shift while his palm cupped his jangling balls, giving them a hot, firm squeeze that only seemed to make the vibration sensation inside them become more intense. His rectum convulsed around the toy, causing the massager to move on its own accord and create a whole new myriad of feelings. He jerked off at a frantic pace, his passion growing to an almost uncontrollable level while his body tensed and jumped and gyrated along to the waves of pleasure going through him.

His tail flailed from side to side, his long legs felt like they did after a long run, his balls burned and the almost delirious amount of pleasure subjected towards his prostate via the vibrator lodged deeply within the stallion's horny rump. Normally he would take things leisurely, slowly coaxing his body to deeper levels of relaxation and pleasure while letting his prostate be massaged by the specially molded toy inside his tailhole, but for times like this, he would let himself fall hard and fast and do things the way he needed them to be.

With this much pleasure going on through him, there was no way that Gage was could last long under the torment that was being inflicted on his body. His panting, heaving form trashed and made his bed even messier than before. The stallion's hips fucked the air while his hands tore into his flesh, riding out the pleasure when the explosion of heat inside his rump grew to unbearable proportions. The stallion nickered and cursed, a long, stringy rope of cum shooting out of his throbbing cock and splashing against his face. The air was filled with the musk of male rut, and Gage's hooves smacked the footboard of the bed, making the while contraption squeak and rumble while the heavy male curled up on himself, rendered practically incomprehensible by his pleasure. The vibration coming from within his tail tunnel seemed even stronger now that his nerves were tuned to the orgasm that still wrecked his body and made him into a trembling heap of a chocolate-hued stallion shooting a gush after gush of fresh horse batter all over the bed and the rocking form of the male in the throes of the intense climax.

Some semblance of consciousness remained in the stallion's mind, though, for at some point his hand slipped between his sloppy rump cheeks and pressed the power button on the vibrator toy, leaving him to lay on his back, panting and gasping for breath, his body tingling all over. There was cum everywhere, hanging onto his body in thick globs that stained his short, fine pelt in places, leaving pearly marks of male mischief here and there all over the stallion's lean body. Gage could do little but lie there, his jaws slack and letting out content gasps whenever his body milked the toy still deeply imbedded inside his super-sensitive tailhole, bringing yet another little pulse of pleasure into his weary system.

"Ngggghhhhh...," the stallion neighed loudly, his head smacking back against a stray pillow as he tried to calm down his breaths. "Hell..."

Tomorrow, Gage thought, tomorrow there'd be something more than plastic or metal inside him, tomorrow...

Tomorrow.

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Thank you for reading Steps to Pleasure. If you want to comment on the story, please be free. It'll help me to become a better writer, and all feedback is always cherished, whether it's a comment or a fave or a vote.

Cheers, and stay tuned for the next installment of the miniseries!