Stallion & Friend Get Busy
#8 of Friendly Romping
This is what I skipped over for Spab, since I figured it would double the length of the first thing when I didn't want it to do that.
It was the first time Spab had ever invited me over. Probably because we usually met up outside, in a library or for food, but I figured it could have also been because he was renting a small place that he didn't want to stay in for long. Though he did, because we both agreed that we needed to shower off right away, and my large Equine friend hopped in there with me. So we scrubbed each other clean, outside and in, and he got to indulge in a side to his sexuality that I actually should have realized ever since the first time he asked to take me to his gym so he could spot me.
His mixed heritage turned his brown fur wheat-coloured around his face and hands, but darker around his mane; it also gave him a natural boost to strength and perseverance. While I just had a good lean build from my years of stuff like running, climbing, swimming and sports, Spab had focused on strength and endurance, and it showed. The hot, soapy water had matted down his fur, showing off his powerful definition even more. He just flexed those already bulging muscles, letting me admire him as I gradually cleaned him off. Even better, when he was done he got to do the same thing to me, and I got to find out that muscle worship was hot no matter which side of it you were on. That was really what he was doing, since he cuddled and nuzzled me in a reverent trance-like way as he cleaned me off. We even saved our hindquarters for last, filling our hands with them as we shared a hug. Then we just each slipped in a finger and helped each other get hard all over.
After we dried off and did a little brushing, he just led me over to his large, sturdy (but comfy) couch. I brought my clothes over, just in case, and saw the handsome Stallion touching his hooves. He could just about reach to the floor! I took the opportunity to limber up a bit as well, but soon we were in another hug, throbbing against each other as we felt each others' arms and shoulders. He traced a finger up and down the black stripe down my back, then brought his arms up to flex them to their full size. After letting me touch them up and down, he almost whispered, "Just sit down now."
He didn't push me over or pick me up, but he did crouch down as I sat on the couch. He picked up my legs and rested them on those broad shoulders of his, nuzzling his way up past my thighs. He looked happily lost in his admiration of strength, but when I gave him a little tickle with my tail, he leaned over to my full-size erection and started to suckle me. I might have had a little more girth than he'd expected, since he tried to take it all at once and had to stop to breathe. Though once he started rubbing me with his big, thick tongue, I could tell how much he wanted me to feel good. The hot, carnal force grew steadily, except for when he let go to rub my Foxhood between his pecs. Then I just put a paw on his head to guide my way back in his mouth and set the pace: a slow thrusting where he'd gulp down hard when I hilted him. I had to take my legs off his shoulders, but he just took hold of my ankles and let me take him however I wanted. I thought I heard a happy sigh from his first taste of my pre.
"Oooh, you really like oral, huh?" I got a surge of pleasure from his tongue as my answer. "Well that won't be all... Wwwooowww... I've got so much stamina (rmf), you'll be getting more than one dose out of me..." Talking just took the focus away from how well I was getting blown, so I just took his head in both paws and thrust in and out. I could feel the climax building, and didn't want my friend to choke: "Three... two... one... Unnnhhh..."
Instead of the close intimacy I'd get from straightness, with Spab it was just pulse after pulse of pure erotic satisfaction. He drank down every spurt I gave him, even licking up the last few drops at the end. I'd only caught enough breath at the end to say, "Wow, thanks Spab," as I nuzzled his neck. "Mmm, it tasted slightly spicy," he replied as we stood up, "and now you need your natural protein supplement too."
I guess he figured you couldn't have strong guys sucking each other off without some kind of mention of that. I just said, "Okay, now just lie down and relax," and hopped on the other side of the couch while he stretched out and made the couch creak in protest from our full weight together.
I started by taking hold of the base of his shaft, taking careful hold of his balls with the other. He did have some sizable length to him, but because of that one time I offered to help out a bored and horny Dragon friend of mine who'd stuffed my throat balls-deep, being allowed my own pace would make this fun for both of us. I just started off slow, nuzzling the Equine spire, running my tongue up and down the underside - he gave a soft whinny that sounded like he wasn't sure whether he wanted to plead - and then I took him in to give him some head. I could see his tongue flop out at the feeling, and easily slid down further. Reaching his half-way point made him gasp out, "More..." but he started just gasping as I took my paw off his sac to trace my fingers around the contours of his tight, rippling abs. That was when I started to bob my head, pleasuring him halfway down and getting a taste of pre. It tasted slightly sweet, and made me think he'd been eating his fruit, but mostly it made me think of helping this muscle-bound Stallion cum until he was tired and empty.
With a deep breath, I slid down gradually further without trying to gag, until I felt his unyielding flesh bump against my nose. He was groaning louder, I could feel more pre drip down my throat, and he even managed to shift back as I pushed forward so he was more or less sitting upright. Since I had him balls-deep, I reached up to take hold of his pecs and his rump at the same time, and felt him give a rewarding pat on my head. His head began to flare, so he pulled out enough for me to take another breath before taking my throat once again. "Mmm, harder... Suck me harder! Every last inch!" I brought up my pace and let a growl vibrate across his hot, throat-filling meat, making it start to twitch. Feeling his sac tighten up against my chin, I was ready for him. He gave out a groan that sounded more like a bellow and shuddered all over as his climax hit. I could feel those muscles flex to pump every spurt of his thick, rich cream down into me, but I had to pull out to see how his would taste. Fortunately, the flare subsided enough for me to suckle one last full-sized spurt from him, and found that it did taste as sweet as I'd expected from his pre. Getting up to ask him how much he'd needed that, we couldn't help but notice that -whether I'd been pressing my cock against the cushion, or if it had just been that hot - I'd gotten rock-hard again and he was still at half-mast.
"Heheheh, do you think we should just take turns drinking from each other until we're both full and empty at once?"
"No wait, I've got a bett- a different idea!" Hopping off the couch to reach into a vest pocket (and flicking my tail up and around to give him a better view), I came back with handfuls of tissues, towelettes, and my special "for-tight-fits" buttsex lube. He stiffened right back up again at the sight of me lubing myself up, and happily lifted his legs for me. I was happy to watch him take hold of his musclebutt and ready the way for me, but I couldn't wait as long as I wanted; before I knew it, I was already in position with his hooves on my shoulders, poking at his tight rear entrance while I told him to relax.
"C'mon, Spab, leave those muscles loose. Just relax and let me in. It won't feel as good if you're tense all the time." I had to whisper it at him to get him to ease up enough, and I still had to push my way in. As tight as it was, I managed to take him all the way in without hurting him, and heard a deep, loud groan as I felt my cocktip rub against his soft spot. That Stallion had powerfully developed muscles everywhere: as much as I wanted a gradual build-up, his warm grip was helping me pound him hard and deep from the get-go. Though I might've technically been "on top", my friend and I had been able to silently set the pace to cause us the most pleasure on our first attempt!
I could tell he was feeling it too: his whole body rippled with every thrust I gave him, making his cock bounce and drip pre over his abs. I think he said something like, "I'm more limber than you think," between groans and craned his thick neck forward.
"Rrmf... Are you saying that - Ooh - that you can..?"
"Yeah... With some help..."
With a shared smile and nod, he gripped the couch tightly as I gripped his legs. Pulling together, we lifted the Stallion's lower body up off the couch and in the air, leaving his large Equine rod to dangle in the air and leave a mess on his chin. I had to go slowly and even stand up, but also to lean over and get a good look at him. I didn't want to miss a second of it.
"Rrgh... I'm fine, Gareth. Almost there..."
Then I was thrusting down carefully, putting us both in a position I heard was called the "piledriver". His mouth opened wide, Spab caught the head of his cock with his tongue and, with my help, guided it into his mouth. I could already feel the strain from keeping my balance, but I didn't mind because it all felt amazingly erotic.
"Aanh... How's it feel, Spab? Finally mounted by a buddy, sucking your cock, all together? Yeah, just relax and drink it all down..." That warm, tight squeeze never let up, and just that I was helping a brawny Stallion give himself head let the pleasure mix with pride. I could feel the cum start to flow as my legs began to tire, but I couldn't hold back or let go. I was just able to gasp out, "Spab... I'm getting close," before taking a breath to focus on how hot it must have been for him.
As intense as that climax was - and I think it might have been two, with one leading into the other - I never even loosened my grip. Maybe the focus and the strain on my thighs helped make it that intense. Even when I was starting to feel sore just about everywhere, I kept pounding him in my careful rhythm until his own climax hit. He blew almost as big a load as he did when I drank it, shuddering and twitching as drops of his liquid seed spilled out over his face. I couldn't hold on for much longer, and I didn't want to fall, so I had to let him down slowly as I pulled out: his still-twitching maleness left his mouth and drew a sticky line through his chestfur.
"Aaahhh... You're too generous to me sometimes..." He gave me a warm hug while I was licking his still-fresh cum off his chest, making me reach up to return it. "Mine tasted sweet, but I liked yours more. I didn't need as much help with that!" We shared a bit of a laugh and another, tighter hug, which stopped when I felt him poke under the base of my tail.
"I guess you still have one more good one left in you?"
"Oh, I'm not finished yet. I still have to repay your generosity, remember? Now stand up and lean against the couch."
I stood up and leaned forward, grabbing the back of the couch and lifting up my tail for him. He didn't say "Eyes front!" or anything, so I could see him work both his lube-covered hands over his shaft, eyeing my strong Vulpine rear as he grew back to full size. Those hands were still slippery when he worked them over my butt, though I figured he'd been holding out for this. "Just relax, my Foxy friend," he groaned out with need, "open up for me and I'll plough you deep and hard."
Oh, I was ready for him, and I wanted to help out even more. As soon as I felt his head press against me, I pushed back and quickly felt him push the head right in me. It did hurt a bit, but the lube took care of that quickly and let him mount me without any trouble. He felt even bigger and thicker than when he took me by the throat, rubbing tightly against my soft spot and making the lustful pleasure grow again without even having my cock touched. Each thrust pushed him deeper in, and I'd almost stared pleading for him to fill me all the way, but it ended up turning into a throaty yip when he gripped me by the waist and did exactly what we wanted. He took me roughly but carefully, so that all I felt as he sank every last inch into that tight musclebutt of mine was pure pleasure.
Now I could tighten up and squeeze against him, while his hands slid up to my chest as he hugged me. He squeezed as tightly as I did, rubbing my body inside and out, feeling my muscles as I flexed them for him, and it felt amazing. It wasn't just sex we were having, nor the kind of lovemaking I could do with femmes: this was a mutual act of secular worship. I barely had time to register his grunt of, "Get ready, Gareth," before we began to rut in earnest. His big, throbbing Horsecock slammed home balls-deep while I pounded back against him, my mouth open to breathe and groan out whatever would spur him on further. "Aahh! Spab, I- I saw the first time you got hard in your gym shorts! Unnh, you were... thinking of pounding me then?"
"Hah! Then, I had - Rrgh! - just hoped I could - Rmf! - see you show off that Fox butt nude! Unh, you're so soft and tight... I want to plough you for as long as I can!" His head was flaring, but his pace didn't slow. For me, it just took on a new meaning of full as I couldn't even squeeze as hard around him. When he stopped talking to breathe harder, his massive chest heaving against my back, I knew he was holding back his mounting climax. I really wanted to time it right so we could cum together, so I tensed my body and shouted out, "Spab! My tail!"
It was always something erogenous for me, I guess: one hand let go of my chest to grab the base of my tail, and he gradually pulled me all the way back down his twitching Equine shaft to the hilt. I tried to pull out, but stopped so he could pull me back against him again while I tightened my grip on the way down. I felt his balls begin to flex when they touched me again, and could hear a long, slow intake of breath behind me. I stopped the tension to let the pleasure flow freely once again, just in time for his third and final climax of the day.
He had been holding out. His whole body shook as he held on tightly, stuffing himself in balls-deep as he gave me every last drop of prime Stallion cream that he had left in him. We groaned and called out together as the sexual rush blew from him into me, filling me until there was no other place for it to go but out again. I might have had more than one orgasm again; however many, it was enough for me to spill everything I had, painting his dark grey couch an off-white. When he let go of my tail to wrap his arms around me again, it didn't even matter: those simultaneous multiple orgasms were still drawing each other out, lasting longer than anything either of us could pull off alone. I ended up feeling sore and spent all over, and from the feel and sound of the happy Stallion behind me, so was he.
It took some reaching for me to get at the tissues and towelettes, and some more for me to clean off the couch, and then plenty more to clean off Spab - and me, and the couch again - as he softened up and pulled out. Our fur was still slick or sticky in places, but that didn't matter to us. We just collapsed against the cushions and shared a happy, face-to-face hug in the warm afterglow of sex well-had.
"Wow... Thanks, Spab! I guess we both needed that!" He agreed, and we both got to touch and feel each other while we were all worn-out and spent without showing off or posing. We got to relax in another way, and chatted about straight relationships, and by the time I left, we'd agreed to meet up at the gym again where he'd give me a high-impact workout. I was going to suggest looking for dinner with me, but thanks to that thorough romp we'd had, we might have felt tired and sore but neither of us felt hungry.