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One thing that has never ceased to amaze me is how many straight guys will let you do stuff with them in the right circumstances. Horniness, curiosity, whatever it is, more than a few times I've been grateful for the ability of straight guys to let their needs override their inhibitions and talk themselves (with a little gentle persuasion) into some guy on guy action.

I've gotten to be a bit of an expert at it if I do say so myself. Though I don't get so many opportunities these days, or feel the need as much as I used to as a young bear when school was my universe and the number of gay guys I knew could be counted on one paw; now if I really need a hook-up, it's like a fucking smorgasbord of guys into cock. I still like to throw caution to the wind sometimes though when a straight guy presses the right buttons and my loins put in their demand for that special attention like the old days.

I don't think I've ever found one that was as much fun as Gavin though. He probably doesn't know it, and he would be horrified if he did, but the cocky stallion is still my favourite jack-off fantasy, and the straight guy from whom all others are weighed in the balance and, alas, found wanting. He is also the reason I still crave some straight cock every now and then, when the mood is just right, even though it is a bittersweet craving.

We were in final year at school, a couple of knockaround guys. I was gay, and I knew it, and truth to tell I didn't mind. At least I knew what I liked. I wasn't out, not in a public sense anyway, but a few of the guys knew and mostly didn't give a shit. If you were a big guy and good at rugby, like me, guys tended to leave you alone. It was the weedy effeminate guys who got the most ribbing, like the very camp tiger who wore rainbow flag badges and starred in every school musical for years; though not when I was around, I made sure I got them to put a sock in it if I saw it happening.

So Gavin the wonder stud, as I dubbed him, was new to the school. His parents moved him here for his final year because they were convinced he needed a private school to do well in his final exams. That proved a bust, poor Gav wasn't the sharpest horse in the paddock and in spite of all the spoon feeding he barely passed, ending up going into real estate. He is making a pretty good show of that though, and I can see why. All that stud needed to do was give me that cocky grin of his and I'd buy whatever he was selling.

On the occasion that forms the smouldering core of my jack-off fantasies though, it was me who did the selling and Gav the buying, and in the end he bought it all, plus options. Maybe I should consider real estate too; as long as the real estate was cock I would definitely enjoy my work.

Before the rugby season started we went on a week-long pre-season camp. Gav had been there for only one term, so he was new to the school and the rugby squad, whereas I was a lifer. We ended up paired together for a lot of the drills and shared a room at the skanky motel they put us up in, a remote country location that had been a bit of a tradition for the school's sports camps for years. Maybe once upon a time the motel had been decent, now it was a hole, with uncomfortable beds and air-conditioning that didn't work. They even cleared out the minibar when we came to town.

The camp was part fitness boot camp, part skills clinic, and part bonding session. Gavin proved an instant hit with the guys, his open personality and easy sense of humour as popular as his athletic prowess. He was a damn fine rugby player, and I was glad to have him with us. We were both front rowers, props, so we had to learn to work together to drive the scrum, and provide the bulk. I had bulk down pat, even then I was a big ball of bear muscle, but Gavin was a little scrawny for a prop though he was seriously tall. As a result, he got the job of lifting the second rowers in lineouts, with me assisting, a job I loved due to some of the perks ...including the right to put my paws where a guy's paws usually aren't allowed to go.

Normally it's Shires and those sorts of equine breeds that make front rowers, but Gav was a pure quarter horse and lacked a little natural bulk as a result. He made up for it in determination though, and he hit the weights so hard that by then end of our final year he was pumped up like the Michelin man. God I can still picture him in the gym bench pressing with his thighs spread wide and that tail swaying as if willing the bar up by sheer force of personality. And the way his cute forelock would get all sweaty and fall into his eyes, and he would snort out his nostrils to try and blow it away before a lift. Ahhhh memories....

Back to camp though, of course. By the third day, we were physically exhausted but mentally pumped, a dangerous combination. We had done enough gut busting endurance runs, sprints up mountains, resistance work with tyres, all the stuff that usually needs a montage on television specials. We had also learned a lot of tactics and done some skills work. The endurance work was as always my Alamo, this bear is not built for it I can tell you, and most of those sessions ended with me hurling my guts out while my teammates consoled me half concerned half laughing until I lost the last of my lunch.

Early on though, I realised my less bulky new teammate was a more natural distance athlete, and he would blitz the runs even without puking. On one especially gruelling mountain run on the first day, I blew up about three quarters of the way up, and being last already, nobody saw me hurling over the edge of the cliff. I resolved to eat less McDonalds and prepared to walk the rest of the way on shaky legs when I saw a chestnut apparition coming down the hill towards me; Gavin, still fresh as a fucking daisy or so it seemed, coming to check on me.

After confirming I was merely being a typical prop and not actually unwell, he proceeded to go all drill sergeant on my ass, screaming at me to get up. We completed the rest of the run together, my equine friend yelling a mix of abuse and encouragement all the way to the top where the rest of the waiting guys managed a round of polite applause at the sight of two thirds of their forward pack labouring up the mountain. I kind of spoilt the effect by falling to my knees at the summit and puking all over the scrum-half's paws, but the good natured wolf did forgive me.

Lying there trying not to puke on any more teammates, I didn't know whether I wanted to smack Gavin or kiss him. When he started apologising for the abuse, telling me it was all an act to get me going, I settled on kiss, and more besides; Gavin was rapidly becoming my first straight guy crush, a mistake I try hard not to make any more as wisdom has mellowed the horniness in this bear's makeup.

In the next couple of days, I found thankfully that Gavin was struggling with learning the set plays as much as I was struggling with fitness, and so I got to help him as much as he helped me. At night, we would go over the lineout combinations and set plays while my friend nodded attentively, and my crush grew into a deep burning need. It wasn't helped by the fact that he would usually lounge around the room clad only in his boxers before going to bed, and I had to try very hard not to jump his bones just looking at that ripped bod with the thick sheath tenting out that thin covering of cotton. Sometimes he would absently scratch his balls, paw delving inside to rub his agates while we talked, and I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't whimper out loud.

On the third night, I had overcome the massive exhaustion that had caused me to fall asleep without even getting under the covers the first two nights, and we had spent a good couple of hours talking tactics and generally shooting the breeze before calling it a night. As I settled under the covers, I realised I had a problem; a big problem (if that's not boasting too much).

My libido had recovered with my stamina, as it always did, and like all good 18 year old guys, I was back to being horny 24/7. My cock was rock hard, and the situation was not helped at all by the mound under the covers just across the room. I knew what that mound looked like; all of it, as I had managed to cop the complete picture when I walked in on him in the shower that very morning. And it was some picture.

Resolving to be as quiet as possible, I let my paw travel down my belly to wrap around its best friend, giving a long luxurious stroke while my other paw went for gold, squeezing my left nipple hard. I always liked it rough where my nipples are concerned; biting for extra credit.

My concentration was rudely interrupted though as I heard my companion tossing and turning, letting out occasional cute horsey noises, sort of whinny and nicker in one. Eventually he seemed to give up, smacking his head back into his pillows and letting out an exasperated sigh. I gave up on my 'me' time, determined to help my friend in need out.

"Can't sleep?"

"Yeah. Don't know about you, but these beds are fucking uncomfortable. If I'm not totally shagged, I don't know how I'm going to get to sleep. Plus my mind is still full of tactics and shit, as well as......."

"As well as...?"

"Well...you know."

I grinned a little in the darkness, pretty sure what that might mean. Opening my nostrils, I took in a good big snort of air, sampling the room. Sweaty teenage guy, musk....bingo...

"Yeah, think I do. Kind of got that problem myself."

"Hehe well at least I'm not alone."

"Nah, don't worry. We are 18 year old guys, we are supposed to cum four times a day or our nuts explode, it's part of the territory."

"Tell me about it. I haven't jacked off since we've been here, now suddenly..."

"So, tell me what lucky filly is waiting for your return."

He gave another sigh then, one filled with regret, and I was kind of sorry I asked. I was about to tell him not to answer, cursing my own stupidity when he gave a sort of sharp whinny and sat upright.

"N....no one. I had a girlfriend, a beautiful appaloosa called Lisa. She dumped me for a fucking Doberman the moment I left. Said she couldn't trust me if she couldn't see me all the time, I was bound to cheat on her, so she was moving on. Like I was the asshole or something, just for being moved to a different school."

"Shit mate, that sucks. Have you found anyone else yet?"

"No, I'm still sort of shy here to be honest. The girls here are all pretty cliquey, and obsessed with money. We're aren't rich, to put it mildly, and I don't really want to be shot down in flames so I haven't had the courage to ask."

"Fuck, that's rough. I can point you in the direction of some girls who aren't stuck up if you like; they aren't all that bad. Still...does that mean no sex for this stud for what...three months? Your balls must be about to go nuclear."

"Aghhhhhhhhb fuck yes. Paw just isn't the same. I get so horny, I want to hump the fucking furniture. Even Mrs Williams the Geography teacher is starting to look good; and she must be 50."

We both burst into laughter then, two teenage guys sharing the same emotions, no matter what the differences between us. As his laugher died down, I detected a change in my friend, a slight hesitancy...

"So...er...do you have a like...boyfriend..it's ok, and all, I don't mind or anything...?"

I couldn't help blushing a little, my mind racing as I mentally cursed my teammates for not letting me be the one to break the news to studly here. Still, he hadn't gone all nutso on me yet, so maybe there was hope.

"No, no-one for me. The out guys in school don't do it for me, not my type I'm afraid, so it's mainly me and my paw. We are best of mates..."

"I thought you guys were supposed to be fucking anything that moves."

"Just goes to show you can't believe everything you see in the movies."

What I didn't tell him was that though I didn't have a boyfriend, I was far from a virgin. And there were at least two other members of the team who could vouch for that in person. My straight guy fetish had started long before Gavin's horsey bod had entered my world; it was just that now the only one I could think of was him.

"So, what are we going to do then?"

"Well, you could always head for the bathroom and rub out a quick one, it might help you sleep."

"Nah, I don't know...with you here and everything I'm not so sure...plus I don't know if once is going to make it better or worse."

Now he definitely had my attention.

"Once not enough hey?"

"Well, when I'm like this, the first time usually just makes me hornier."

Now I felt like I was about to faint, such was the raw erotic need building in my loins. Not just a needy straight guy, but one who wouldn't just shoot a load and wave goodbye as fast as his paws could carry him away. Be still my beating heart. And you too...you bad bear cock. I can feel you leaking there, trying to get me to be bad again...down boy.

"Well...I dunno. Maybe we should watch some teeve, there has to be some shit on that will put you to sleep."

"Question time in parliament!"

"Documentaries on bat guano production!"

"Estonian movies about miming midget performance artists."

"Hmmm....now that would be kind of kinky Neil...I might enjoy it..."

I grinned at Gavin, throwing a pillow at the stupid stallion while I reached for the remote; clicking on the idiot box and flicking through the stations rapidly while I sought out something suitably brain deadening.

It was then that fate took a paw, as it sometimes does. Fate can be a cruel bitch, and sometimes a benign deity, and sometimes both. She was being both now, as I lay a few feet from the sexiest guy I knew, my studly teammate, approachable but not too close, as perfect and remote as a marble statue.

For after clicking my way through the usual channels, considering but dismissing a boring game of one day cricket as an option, I found some new channels, ones that weren't the usual broadcast. The motel had some in house channels, that you could pay to access, or so I had read in the tattered leather bound compendium in our room. According to our coach, these had been disabled for the duration of our stay, so that was irrelevant.

Except...here they were, and active even without unlocking them. Movie...movie...movie....

"Holy shit!?!?!...."

"Ugh...ugh...yes....harder....oh yeah....fuck me harder stud....give me that big cock....yeah like that....oh yeah fuck me...."

I dropped the remote in shock, not quite ready for what I was seeing. Porn, really really bad porn, and straight at that, but nonetheless porn being beamed straight into our room. On a school camp. Ohmyfucking God...

"I thought they disabled those channels..."

"Does this look disabled to you? Holy fuck...look at her take that cock will you..."

I recovered quickly from my astonishment, and turned a more discerning eye over the flickering porn film before us. Turning the volume down, lest we get busted bad (and probably suspended), I engaged my inner porn critic. I was a bit of a connoisseur, the Roger Ebert of porn you might say, though straight wasn't usually my oeuvre (though occasionally I did dabble, if only to see what straight guys looked like and imagine them pounding my tailhole rather than the girls they were with.)

The guy was a horse, that I noticed immediately. And I always had a weakness for horses, my roommate not the least. This one was pretty buff, a pure black Arabian with a mane braided in gold and the most delicious pink mottled cock. He was pounding it into a skinny panther, her pussy pussy (hehe I had to giggle a little then, hoping Gavin didn't notice) taking that thick stallion cock with ease as she groaned and moaned out her appreciation.

I gave it about a six out of ten, all for the stallion, zero for the acting, and I was reflecting on the fact that if I were being pounded by that stud, you wouldn't find me needing to act out my pleasure, when I realised my companion was strangely quiet.

I looked sideways, and I must admit my libido went into overdrive. Gavin was sitting up in bed, eyes transfixed by the action on the screen. His chest was heaving, those big pecs moving up and down with his breathing, and his nipples just swelling in the warm night air of the motel room. His nostrils flared on each breath, pink muzzle looking so kissable, and his ears were pointed forward and twitching slightly.

But the most erotic sight was the movement of the bedclothes...they danced, a rhythmic slow dance as I could see his paw, buried under the bedclothes, had found its target and was applying its own soothing balm to his overheated genitals. Dirty dancing had nothing on this dance. Now I was transfixed, my gaze locked on the stud's groin while his gaze was locked on the screen.

Without realising it, I let out a soft whimper, and a gasp, before I could stop myself. I nearly kicked myself when the sudden noises knocked Gavin from his personal reverie, the stallion turning his head quickly to look at me staring at him, then dropping his head and blushing crimson while gasping out an apology as he frantically pulled his paw from under the bedclothes and fussed about with the bedspread to cover his embarrassment.

"S..sorry...I couldn't help...oh fuck, sorry Neil, I didn't mean to....fuck..."

It was then, seeing him so cute and so confused, that I decided to go for broke. I still don't regret it, though it has cost me dear.

"Relax Gav, don't worry, we're all guys here. Rub one out if you want, heck I might just do the same, though I must admit the porno isn't my thing."

"Yeah but...I don't want to make you feel awkward or anything and..."

"Gav, I'm probably not the one feeling awkward. I bet that is you, not me, right, thinking about me watching you. And though I might try, I can't really promise not to watch you when you jerk off, you are the hottest stud I've ever seen. You put the Arabian in that porno to shame. So, by all means head for the bathroom if you want and I'll turn off the flick and take care of myself."

I expected him to excuse himself and bolt for the bathroom then, but instead I saw his ears flick, and he tilted his head a little, looking into my eyes for the first time since I busted him jacking it. It was the first inkling I had that this could end differently. That made me stupidly bold, though I have found that sometimes stupidly bold pays dividends with straight guys. Or gets you a beating, but that's another story.

"You...you think I'm hot?"

"Gav, fucking oath. You are a walking wet dream for me, ever since you joined the team I've been thinking of you. I know you don't swing my way though, its ok. That said...if you want a blowjob, just say the word and I will drain those big balls of yours in ways that will make your head explode."

There was silence, and I wondered if I had crossed the line, but there was no rain of blows or storming out, just Gav still sitting up in bed looking at me that strange way. I mentally counted to ten while trying to breathe normally.

"A...blowjob? You? But...I'm not gay and..."

"Who ever said you were gay? Getting a polish from a guy doesn't make you gay Gav, it's just one guy helping out a mate. Besides...have you had a blowjob from a girl?"

"Yeah, plenty..."

"Well, trust me on this one. They don't know how to do it...but I do. Nobody knows how a guy's dick feels like another guy....or how to make it feel sooooo fine..."

He grinned a little then, letting the idea play out in his mind a bit and finding it ok. I let out a long breath, realising I had been holding it in after I put the proposition to my stud...barely willing to hope. The fish had been tempted, and was sniffing the bait...

"You're serious aren't you!"

"Serious as a heart attack Gav. I promise you will enjoy yourself more than you ever have with your filly, and I promise no gay stuff. I will drain your cock until you have had enough, and you will sleep one satisfied horsey, and you won't wake up in the morning with a sudden need to see A Chorus Line and get a subscription to Interior Decorating Today."

"What's A Chorus Line?"

"See! You are so straight, you don't even know it. You are impervious to gay...so what about just relaxing and letting your buddy take care of your needs hey?"

I waited, an endless agonising wait that felt like forever but was probably only three seconds, before he gave a sort of snorting cry of 'ahhhhfuck' and pulled back the bedclothes, lying back on the bed almost naked and exposed like a stallion buffet. I hoped to God this buffet would be all-you-can-eat.

"Fine, come at me bro. But promise, no gay stuff!"

"Cross my heart and hope to die Gav."

I was already dying a little or so it felt, my cock about to burst, but I didn't want to rush things too much. Something told me this stud needed careful handling.

He watched me the whole way over to his bed, eyes kind of pleading and scared shitless. I could see his boxers though, and they told the rest of the story. A massive tent had been pitched, threatening to exceed the structural limits of the fabric. I could see every line and vein in his cock against the taut cotton, the obvious line of his medial ring, the broad flare. He was leaking so much his blue boxers looked almost black where his cock head rested, the fabric glistening in the low wattage light from the bedside lamp. He looked almost innocent in a bizarre way, lying back like that with pleading in his eyes, like a Botticelli angel from some renaissance painting, if the angel was a stud horse with an erection the size of my forearm. God moves in mysterious ways I guess...

"Relax Gav...maybe watch the porno for a bit...pretend I'm the panther, and you are that Arabian stud...if it makes it easier..."

His head jerked a little, sort of on remote, and he turned to watch, relaxing a bit as he lay back, his arms behind his head to prop him up, and legs splayed nonchalantly opening up his groin for me. He looked sexy as shit, like that, and I could see his armpits now, the tufts of soft fur standing out and begging to be nuzzled. I had a huge weakness for pits, even without hair, but the best ones were hairy, perfect to bury my muzzle in and lick up that musky sweat while the fur tickled my muzz. One way or another I was going there before the night was over. As God is my witness, I'll never forego pit fur again...to misquote Scarlet.

I knelt on the industrial carpet at the end of the bed, my body propped on the bed as I surveyed my prey. It was still there, and still utterly hard, twitching against the fabric. From this angle I could also make out the bulge formed from two heavy equine balls, the mound moving as I watched, my stud's assets rolling in their pouch under the influence of impending release. Well, it was only gay if the balls touched, not if I touched his balls with my paw....or other things. Gav was in for a treat.

One of my things is I love a guy in his undies. I get off on seeing the outline of his cock first, that package so hot yet hotter for being partly concealed. I liked to spend some time enjoying him through the fabric first, before I unwrapped the present. And Gav looked like the best present of all.

I reached out, one paw griping the end of his cock through the fabric. I heard him draw a sharp breath, a soft hiss in the relative quiet of the motel room. I looked up, gauging his reaction, but for now his eyes were locked rigidly on the porno, and he didn't turn his head at all when I brought a second paw into action, gently cupping his balls. His eyes widened a bit though, and his ears flicked in spite of his attempt at control. I was getting to him, but he was controlling his desire to flee. Excellent.

Using all my skill, I gave him a long slow handjob, working that thick equine shaft with one paw while I got increasingly bold with his balls, first squeezing gently, then harder as it seemed to egg him on. My stud liked his balls treated rough, it seemed.

Gavin's breathing changed in subtle gradations, first becoming faster, then turning to little gasps as my paw worked him faster, then adding little sexy moans as I became bolder. He spread his legs for me wide now, one knee lying over the end of the bed, his fetlocks curling towards each other and hooves quivering. I could see his cute little tail lying on the bed under me, flicking upwards against my chest as I rubbed his magnificent erection, and I grabbed it playfully, running my fingers through the coarse hairs as he let out a deep moan. Time to turn it up a notch.

My paws slithered inside the constraining fabric, one down under the waistband, one up the leg. He had pretty baggy boxers, did Gav, kind of industrial type cheap ones unlike most of the guy's designer offerings. That little detail made me go a little gooey inside, liking my stud a little more. He didn't need designer ones anyway, he would be sexy as shit in potato sacks.

"Ahhhhhh!"

That got him now, as I wrapped one paw around the head of his cock, and one around his scrotum, skin against skin with no fabric in between. I looked up, and saw the most erotic sight of all; he was looking down at me, not at the porno any more, and his eyes were half-lidded in pleasure. The fish had taken the bait, and now I just had to reel him in.

I could feel his flare on my palm, the broad thick rim of flesh throbbing and pulsing in my grasp. I squeezed his balls a little, to show him who was boss, then began circling his flare with my palm. That did it. Gavin threw his head back and let out a loud whinny, before covering his muzzle with his palm in vain attempt to stifle his cries. The next circle brought a stifled moan, still obvious in the room, as my stud tried to hold on to his dignity and some semblance of control while I played his body like my own personal musical instrument. God he could be cute.

Having had enough of the anticipation, I felt I wanted my own show now, so I gripped the waistband of his boxers and slowly pulled them down over his groin. There was a bad moment when it got caught on his cockhead, bending little Gav painfully and making him whinny out a protest, but I unhooked his cock and continued, lifting his muscled butt so I could release his tail and slide the now dripping boxers down his thighs and over his hooves.

I sat back on my paws a moment, just enjoying the sight before me. Yes, he was beautiful with his boxers on, but fuck he was better without them. I could see it all now, the long thick cylinder of flesh lying lazily against his left hip, the flared tip leaking a constant line of clear fluid onto his chestnut fur. The muscles of his belly bunched and relaxed, the six pack appearing and disappearing with each contraction, and his balls jumped and wobbled in time. I could watch that spectacle for hours, but alas I was greedy.

Looking into his eyes, I sent a silent question, one he seemed to understand because moments later he gave a slight grin and a brief nod. That was all I needed, bending my muzzle to that delicious stallion flesh and opening wide.

When you are in the candy store, the biggest problem is overkill. What do you taste first? Everything is there for you, all so sweet. It was a bit like that now with my stud hoss, so I mentally took a deep breath and decided to savour it a little.

He was probably expecting me to dive straight for his cock and suck it into my muzzle, but I was in a mood for play. Instead he let out a long hissing cry of surprise as I closed my lips on the skin of his scrotum, feeling the warm mass of his balls against my muzzle before pulling back a little, stretching the already taut skin of his sac and squeezing his balls together tight. My paw cupped those heavy stallion orbs while my tongue lapped at the leathery skin trapped in my muzzle, the poor distracted stud shaking and nickering at the sensations so unfamiliar in his experience.

I couldn't resist that stallionhood for long though, and I released his sac for now, my rasping bear tongue instead starting a slow procession along his cock. I started between his balls, pressing on the spongy skin where the base of his cock lay protected, whinnying cries telling me I had found a special spot for Gavin, then inching my way up his length, tongue lapping at his sheath.

The scent of his sheath was pungent, thick stallion musk that drove me mental, and I made a short detour to devour as much of it as I could. My tongue flicked at the edge of his sheath, touching the skin of his shaft near the base, then sliding its way under the flap of skin and inside, tongue squirming between his sheath and the throbbing base. As he writhed under me, I just went deeper, like a ferret down a rabbit hole, seeking out my prize, rich stallion musk for the taking, and I licked it all up like a starving bear with his tongue buried in a beehive full of honey.

Before my stud lost his mind completely, or me for that matter, I reluctantly left the funky depths of his sheath, licking along the underside of his cock, taking my time to circle his medial ring to a chorus of moans, then up to the broad flare that felt so good in my paw.

Opening my muzzle, I looked up at Gavin, my poor lost stud, his tongue out, eyes staring wildly, breath coming in heaving gasps. I grinned, giving him a wink, before diving onto his cock, lips parting wide to accommodate his flare, and slowly slid my muzzle down his length.

My secret formula for success is lips and tongue, working together, along with paw, and that was how I pleasured Gavin. I concentrated on the top third of his cock only, the most sensitive part on a stallion. Lips gripping tight, I bobbed up and down, coming off until my lips were wrapped just under his flare, before sliding down again to mid shaft. All the while, my tongue went to work, lapping at his tip, even poking at the widely spread piss slit of a stallion in heat, sounding him with my rough tonguetip.

Spurt after spurt of thick tasty horse pre was my reward, and I felt the head of his cock twitching and swaying in my muzzle as if trying to escape, but he showed no signs of flight. Quite the opposite. As I went down one more time, engulfing more horsecock than before, I was rewarded with the sensation I still love more than most. A guy's paws on the back of my head, guiding me down his length.

Some guys are rough, pulling you down until you choke, or gripping your ears hard and twisting. That can be kind of hot in the right mood, though anything but romantic. Not my Gav though. It was almost as if the stud was determined to make me fall for him, as he just rested his paws on me, gently, his fingers spreading to ruffle my neckfur but leaving the depth and pace to me, deep chested moans now filling my ears and making my muzzle burn in pride and arousal.

My paws joined in then, one cupping his hefty sac, squeezing roughly, knowing he seemed to like that, while the other gripped his shaft near the base and slowly jacked the panting stud while I sped up my sucking strokes on his cockhead. I could feel him losing it, the way his balls drew up so tight against his groin, and the way the twitches in his cock became more powerful and faster.

He tried to give me a warning, as he was a gentlecolt, but I didn't really need one anyway. It came out in a strangled gasp though, miliseconds before I felt his cock jerk hard and my muzzle filled with a flood of warm stallion seed. I gulped as fast as I could, but I couldn't contain it all, a generous volume leaking from my muzzle and down the length of Gavin's still rock hard cock while he fired pulse after pulse into me. He must be a big shooter, or he hadn't had a good hard cum in ages, or maybe both, and I just hung on and waited for the torrent to subside a little, my belly filling with stallion spoo.

Eventually it ended, and I could tell his cock needed some respite as he suddenly pulled on my head, forcing me to release him with a loud plop and a fresh dribble of cum. I watched it fall against his belly with a loud slap, the end releasing a final small line of cum over his abdomen, the six pack still taut and heaving as he fought for breath.

There was cum everywhere, all over his cock, his sac, the bedclothes, dripping down my chin onto my chest, and the room reeked of stallion seed. There has never been a sexier smelling room ever.

"Oh fuck.....oh fuck....oh fuck....oh fuck....."

"Shhhh relax Gav, just enjoy the afterglow. "

"Holy shit I....that was..."

"Told you, didn't I"

"Yeah but I thought you were just boasting."

"I never boast...well, ok, maybe sometimes, but I usually have something to back it up."

He gave me that grin then, and kicked me in the side gently with one hoof, playful guy style, and I knew we were still ok in spite of what we had done. He wouldn't go all apeshit on me, at least not yet.

We wrestled a little then, and I got my armpit lick, as I shouted a mock serious "Right, I'll teach you to hoof me you bastard" and jumped on the bed, wrestling the stallion as we both laughed, the intimacy of sex momentarily forgotten in another intimacy.

Gav laughed a lot, and then got me in a headlock, his paw delivering a rough swirly to my headfur, but I didn't mind at all. I just twisted my muzzle until it was buried in his pit, and breathed deep.

Fuck I almost passed out it was that good. Deep sweaty stallion musk, mixed with sex. My tongue reached out to take more and I lapped at the fuzzy banquet of stallion pit, my whiskers rubbing against the hairs. They were surprisingly soft, almost like cotton wool, a beautiful delight for my muzzle and I went a bit overboard then, biting down and pulling out a few pit hairs in my delirium as Gav suddenly went from laughing to moaning to crying out.

"Hey! Be careful, that fucking hurt!"

I could only give him a sheepish grin, the evidence of my evil still sticking out of my muzzle as he sat back and gave me a hurt look while rubbing his sore pit.

"Sorry master, got a bit carried away there. I'd happily kiss it better."

"Fat chance Neil, I'm not letting you near my armpits again in a hurry."

I must have looked genuinely sad at that, because his eyes softened and he gave me that grin again, a grin that turned feral pretty fast.

"If you want to make it up to me, suck me off again."

"Your wish is my command" and I gave him a jaunty salute before bending to my task with alacrity.

It was rare to get a straight guy after an instant replay. Mostly they wanted you gone once the immediate horniness had been resolved. A part of me knew it was just Gav being extra horny like he warned me, but I couldn't help feel a little warm burst in my heart then.

He lay back obligingly, and I enjoyed the sight of his stallionhood again, this time with more appreciation and less outright hunger. It was still magnificently erect, and still coated in the residue from the first time. My first task was to lick all that spent cum up, cleaning his cock and bringing him to the boil nicely. I could see his excitement, feel it, even smell it. Even now, years later, I just have to close my eyes and remember that moment, the look of his body, the taste and smell of young stallion in heat, but most of all the look in his eyes as he looked at me, and I get so hard it takes only a brief moment to reach climax.

This time, I took it slower, and bolder. I teased his balls, licking their underside for long moments, every now and then 'accidentally' nuzzling under his sack, my tongue rasping along his taint while he jerked and let out a soft 'no', half command, half plea before returning to lap at his stones. Then I deep throated my stallion while he whimpered, paws back on the back of my head but gentle as before.

I had some new moves to try this time though, cunning as any bear. As I used my muzzle on him, my paw cupped his balls as before, squeezing and fondling, but this time with a difference. My forefingers extended, I began to touch and fondle, but in different places, ones the straight stud might have objected to at the outset, but now with his guard down, he was more relaxed and more amenable.

First I pressed between his testicles, on the bulging mound formed from the base of his cock. Rubbing slowly, I caught a new moan in his voice, a new appreciation of pleasure. Continuing to suckle his stallionhood, and enjoying the taste of his precum now flowing thickly again into my muzzle, I decided to move ahead with my plan.

Fingertips edged lower, claws carefully retracted so as not to hurt. I didn't want to hurt, not even a little, I wanted to pleasure, to teach this beautiful straight stud how much his body could sing under the attentions of someone who knew how...someone like me...

Edging down, I felt soft skin under my fingertips, soft and velvety. As I rubbed hesitantly, the skin under my fingers bunched and relaxed, twitching to my touch, and Gavin let out a high pitched whinny but still lay back enraptured. I had found his perineum, and he had found he liked being touched there.

I rubbed, harder and harder but gradually, all the while pleasuring his cock, while my stud lay back in blissed rapture, and I became bolder still. In for a penny....

Reaching further down, I felt the skin pucker a little, becoming rougher, but pressed on until I was rewarded with the feeling of a ridge of muscle on my fingertips. I had found nirvana, the muscled donut of a stallion's tailhole, and I circled it with increasing confidence while precum spurted into my muzzle to signal that his body definitely enjoyed what I was doing.

"Neil...no...no gay stuff...you promised....umphgh.....ohhhhhhhhhhhh...."

Two fingers played with his tailhole now, massaging the little rosebud of stallion flesh, and his protests stopped or at least became ineffectual. Either way, I wasn't stopping, and as I suddenly slid my muzzle all the way down his cock, lips suckling on his medial ring, I pressed my fingers hard against the unyielding flesh until it yielded and my fingers sunk into the hot depths of a virgin stallion ass.

"Oh! Neil...fuck...no...wait..ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!"

I wasn't listening now, my body in heat and every sense on overload. I pulled my paw back a little, but only to give more leverage, and then drove my fingers in deep and hard, feeling that incredibly tight pucker open up reluctantly but completely for me as my fingers spread its walls roughly. I locked my lips around his medial ring and suctioned hard, wanting every last drop of him, and I wasn't to be denied. My stud didn't stand a chance.

"Ahhhh! Fuck...you.cant....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhohohohohohohohohohohohohohohoh"

His whole body went rigid, muscles in spasm, and then it felt like his ass was trying to sever my fingers as it clamped down tight and wouldn't let go. I felt a hard spurt of liquid against the back of my throat, followed by wave after wave as Gavin emptied his balls entirely into my muzzle and I swallowed every last delicious drop like a trooper, pulling back until just his tip was inside my muzzle and I could time my swallows to each new torrent of horse seed.

Eventually he was done, and I Iicked his flare while his spent cock jerked and twitched in my grasp, the poor stallion flopping about on the bed like a landed whale, trying to fight me off but failing as each new lick drove all control from his body. Eventually I relented, pulling my fingers from his pucker and letting his cock fall from my muzzle, the aghast stallion staring at me just lost. I brought my fingers to my muzzle, sniffing the rich scent of stallion tailhole funk, before giving him a wink and licking them like I had just finished a packet of crisps and wanted every bit of salty goodness.

"How was that?"

"I said no gay stuff!"

"Gav, straight guys do anal stuff all the time, relax. Fuck I know one of the guys on the team has his girlfriend peg him every week, they both love it. Not to mention the straight guys I know who love having their ass licked."

"Gross!"

"C'mon, tell me it didn't feel good."

He looked embarrassed then, my beautiful stud, before giving a mock scowl and shaking his head at me.

"You are fucking sure of yourself Neil. Still, that's kind of hot...no homo."

I giggled at that. "Yeah, no homo. I told you I would show you a good time and make your head explode; so what do you think?"

"Not bad bear, not bad. I do feel kind of bad though."

"Why?"

"Well, you haven't like cum or anything, and you made me feel pretty amazing."

Believe it or not, it was only then that I realised that I hadn't cum yet myself, I had been so caught up in Gavin, his body, his pleasure, that I had neglected myself. My cock was harder than it had ever been, and I had leaked so much my own boxers were a mess.

"Don't worry about me, I'll go jack it in the bathroom in a moment..."

"Wait...I'd like to...I mean...."

He looked so sweet then, embarrassed, but earnest, and my heart skipped a beat. Surely he couldn't mean...?

"You want to....return the favour???"

"Well....I mean...at least with my paw and...well..."

His voice ran down then, like a wind up doll out of oompf, and the pleading look was back. I took pity, horny and touched, as I stood and walked around to the side of the bed near his muzzle.

He looked uncertain but determined, like an earnest Young Pioneer learning to break down his first automatic weapon, as he reached out and gripped the waistband of my boxers. He pulled them down, not carefully, so my cock was pulled painfully down then slapped hard into my belly when finally released, the impact sending a shower of precum all over my belly fur, and drawing a sort of yelp/moan from my muzzle. He gave a little grin and whispered 'sorry', but at that moment I would have forgiven him anything as he reached out hesitantly but steadily and wrapped one big stallion paw around my cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

"Tell me if I do anything wrong...."

"Gav, I doubt you could ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Thankfully I had leaked so much my cock was coated in pre, slick and ready. His paw was kind of rough, and not really very skilled, but it didn't need to be. He kept up a steady pace, all the while looking into my eyes; that was what pushed me over the edge so fast.

I had little warning, none at all really. One moment he was jacking me, then next my cock gave an almighty throb and I fountained out a mammoth load of bear cum all over my stallion, his bed, even a stray chip packet on the floor wasn't spared. My release was accompanied by a deep throated growl, but I don't know what his face looked like, because at the critical moment I screwed up my eyes and threw my head back in pure ecstasy, returning to normal service in time to see him staring at the many trails of bear seed I had left all over the place.

He did look into my eyes again though, and I expected to see disgust or regret, but instead he smiled, that same cocky smile, and poked his tongue out at me. I had gone fishing; now it was me who was hooked.

"Fuck, could have given me some warning Neil. Shit, this stuff is everywhere."

Well what else could I do? I bent down and licked it off him, every last drop I could find (at least the ones on his body; not much I could do for the bed, or the floor).

By mutual consent, we went to sleep then, both kind of exhausted, mentally and physically. I fell asleep with my nostrils full of the smell of guy sex, cum and sweat everywhere. I made a mental note to tell housekeeping not to bother until I could air the fucking place out or they would have a fit.

So began a brief idyll, one I always will look back on fondly and a little sadly till the end of my days. We established a bit of a routine, Gav and me. Every night, after we retired to our bedroom, we turned on the porn station, until Gav was hot to trot, then I gave him a wicked blow, straight up to take the edge off, then we would get a bit more creative.

By the last night, I had finally coaxed the reluctant stud into some things I never thought he would go for. I had help; the team had all agreed our last night could not go without some celebration, as per tradition, so the forwards had snuck out and acquired ilicit alcohol from the local pub while the rest made enough noise to distract the coaches. We all headed for the clubhouse at the local oval, headquarters for our training sessions, and broke in without causing too much damage before unwinding into an epic party, a wild bacchanal that ended up with serial suspensions but was still totally worth it. It was there, drunk as a skunk, that I kissed Gav, not giving a shit who saw, and he was drunk enough to return the compliment. I thought life could get no more perfect.

We returned to the room about 3 am, and after much coaxing Gav agreed to let me tongue his ass. The poor guy looked like he was expecting hot pincers from the Spanish inquisition or something, he was so on edge as he lay on the bed, but after a few abortive attempts, I finally held the stubborn pony down long enough to lick my way down his taint all the way to his pucker, and he just collapsed, all fight gone, a long drawn out 'ohhhhhhh' the only sign of life. Well, that and his tail, which cocked upwards, sort of waiting in midair, as I wormed my tongue inside his hot tailhole, before beginning a rapid slap against my head as the increasingly heated horse got into the feeling.

Reaching under his body, I felt for his cock, gently stroking that length as I settled in for a long lavish lick. I was disappointed then that it didn't take long, the unfamiliar sensation too much for Gavin as he unloaded into the bedspread before collapsing in a groaning mess. I thought we were done, but not after all. Shakespeare was wrong; sometimes intoxicating liquor turns you into an all night long horndog. So it proved for Gav.

Eventually, and with much laughter and denial, I persuaded him that anal with a guy really wasn't much different to anal with a girl, and so definitely in the no homo camp. I was ready to spin any shit at all by then, I was in full on crush mode. And his cock looked so incredible, I had to feel it inside me before I died, which I was convinced would happen the next morning when the hangover hit.

So it was in a little crappy motel room one drunken night that Gavin the straight stud fucked my tailhole. And, the problem was, he was so...gentle. And kind, and caring, like the rest of him. He took it slow, an almost exaggerated penetration, waiting for the smallest hint of pain. It was beautiful, and erotic, and I took the full extent of his horsecock with barely a twinge, and my body was on fire the whole time, his voice coaxing and paws stroking my back. My heart was on fire too, because somewhere during that entry I fell in love, head over paws. Even though a part of me was picturing him like this with some filly, telling her to relax, how he will take it easy and make it good for her, then making good on his promise, the perfect gentlecolt. I didn't care; for tonight he was mine.

The fuck seemed to go on forever. I lay against the bed, the stallion over me, a position I didn't usually like but with Gav it worked a treat. I could feel his chest on my back, his thighs between mine as he spread them wider for him, the pound of his hips on my ass; and through it all the deep thrust of his cock touching everywhere inside. His lips found my neck, then nibbled my stubby bear ears, before he rested his muzzle against them and moaned out his pleasure directly into my soul. We came, hard and loud, and lay there entwined, before he started again and I lay there soaking it all in until he finally finished and we fell asleep.

I should have known, of course, but I was still in neverland. The morning brought the first hint of problems, not least of which was that we both had a hangover to kill a rhino. The coaches chewed us out bigtime, and we were all regretting our excesses a little. But it was Gavin that occupied my mind, and what I saw was not comforting.

His eyes had regained their uncertainty, a part of him shuttered away again. I caught him looking at me a few times, his expression worried. He would manage a half smile, sometimes, but sometimes it turned into a scowl.

We sat next to eachother on the bus back, and during the trip he seemed to loosen up again. We began play fighting, and pinching, and all the easy physical intimacy we had built up seemed to be back.

"Check out the lovebirds!"

That was the hooker, a rather dim bull by the name of Rory. And it wasn't only Rory that noticed, there were a few of our teammates who were grinning, and nodding , and shaking heads. Nothing bad, but they had noticed. And Gav noticed that they had noticed.

After that, there was an invisible forcefield between us for the remainder of the bus trip. I fell asleep, troubled but too tired to worry, and we parted with big smiles and promises to catch up at school the next day.

When we did, I knew it was over before he opened his mouth. I had learned to read his eyes, over those days, and his ears. Fricking horse should never play poker, he has a forest of tells. And I loved him enough to let him off easy.

"Hey...Neil...I..."

"Yeah, really, it's ok Gavin, trust me, I enjoyed it but..."

"Yeah, me too but..."

"I know."

"So, you mentioned...well, you said you might be able to point me in the direction of some girls who, well, aren't too uptight about money and may give me a chance so....well, if you could, I'd be grateful."

I smiled, a smile that even appeared genuine. I would not show him how much I died inside. I had my pride.

"Sure...let's see...well, starting with the senior class..."

He rested his paw on my shoulder, just once then, and gripped tight before he let go. It was all there in that gesture. A world of unsayable emotions.

So I had learned the lesson I needed to learn, the hard way. If you want to go after straight guys, remember the cardinal rule; you may persuade a straight guy to let you give them head, you may even rarely persuade them to fuck your ass; but you can't persuade them to fall in love with you, or at least admit to themselves that they have. No homo mate...sorry, it was just sex.

I still have my flings with straight guys, but the emotional armour is very much on, and I know what I'm looking for now. A little older, a lot wiser, but still one sexy ball of bear even if I do say so myself.

Though there is a small worm of doubt that does gnaw at me occasionally if I'm honest. If Gav, my lovely confused stallion were ever to turn up at my door begging for a blowjob, I know in my heart I wouldn't refuse him. And I know I'd probably fall for him all over again.

I guess I'm not that wise after all.