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Just a Quickie

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

“You can’t do that here!”

Mason yelped, the German Shepherd pressing his back to the wall, tail lifted even as his ears splayed in alarm. One moment he’d been kissing his equine date, Austyn, and the next the stallion had pulled back to slide down the length of his body, yanking at his jeans with a rough crudity that took his breath away. Whether or not that was in a good way still remained to be seen.

Austyn smirked up at Mason, the bay Clydesdale’s smile devastating. His thick forelock flopped into his eyes and he took a breath, nostrils flaring as he expanded his lungs. The white splashed down the front of his body was mostly hidden by his clothes, though it still extended up the front of his neck and gave the underside of his jaw, cupping his right cheek, a flash of lightness. He was a good foot-and-a-half taller than the dog, but that had not bothered them so far on the few dates they’d been on together.

He’d been a little sly when it came to inviting Mason to extend their evening dinner date a little longer by taking a walk down by the river. Getting the canine alone was one thing, Mason’s paw in his hand, each finger tipped with a chunky nail that was reminiscent of hooves. It was not as if he was going to push the German Shepherd in any way, of course, but he wanted to see – just to see if there was anything in the canine that sang with heat the same way his sheath thickened at the mere sight of Mason.

It wasn’t rushing things...but it was most certainly testing the waters.

Mason licked his lips, suddenly speechless as Mason leaned in, nuzzling over his boxer briefs in the dark of the evening, the river behind the fence to the horse’s back burbling along its way. It was a soft backdrop to the moment, the canine’s mind catching up with what was going on, the heat on his cheeks hidden by his black and tan fur.

“Do you want me to stop?”

The stallion’s voice was low and gravelly. Mason couldn’t help but shiver.

In a moment, his head was tipped back, though he was barely even aware of how he mouthed his permission, words slipping sensually from his lips. It was funny how a whisper of breath like that could feel like it belonged, for he already felt like he ‘belonged’ with the Clyde stallion than he had with anyone else so far. Alas, Mason restrained himself even as his cock pressed out urgently, revealing itself to the questing tease of the stallion’s lips. He didn’t want to go too far or be too cliché. Sometimes, that couldn’t be helped.

Austyn murmured as he took the canine’s growing cock into his mouth, sucking lightly around it. It was smaller than his own, but that was merely a difference in their anatomy, how their bodies were made, and he relished in how the smooth length balanced on his tongue. The thick, fleshy length of his tongue scooped and lapped up under it, taking more and more into his mouth – as much as Mason was willing to give him.

It was a moment, strangely so, that was just for the two of them. Austyn had not planned things on that date, not beyond dinner and talking, but laughter and wine had flowed between them so wonderfully he’d pressed on, following his instincts. His sheath thickened, his own hard length wanting to spill out, but that interlude was not for him.

Mason’s paw rested, shaking on his head, tangling in his mane and messing it up at the point of his poll. He didn’t mind. It was grounding, to have the German Shepherd touching him like that, like he could lean into it and use it to stabilise him, even if he was quite settled where he was. There may not have been anyone else around, but his large ears still swivelled, wanting to catch every little sound just in case someone did come upon them. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway as he sank into the experience, bobbing his head slowly while the dog bucked his hips weakly and whined. It was all up to Austyn to look after him, to give him everything he needed and more.

There was a grunt in the back of Mason’s throat as he grappled with what was happening. Twisting his fingers more roughly into Austyn’s mane, he pulled, thrusting lightly into the stallion’s mouth. He wasn’t thinking about what he was doing, merely acting on what felt good, though his blood ran hot and he heaved for breath, suddenly needing fresh oxygen racing to his lungs more than ever.

Yet his cock still throbbed within the sweet, warm touch of the equine’s mouth, those velvety lips folding around his cock in a way he hadn’t felt before. And his tongue… Oh, he could have done wonderful, terrible things to that tongue, lost in just how it pulled against the length of his cock, slick and ready for more. He couldn’t hold back, forcing his eyes to stay open while he looked around fervently, some of the buildings across the river still with a few lights on. If he had heard anyone approaching, however, he was not at all sure he would have had the strength of will to pull back. Maybe that was the risk everyone took when they had a quickie?

He was more than willing to see where it all went with Austyn, the stallion a muscular, beautiful image down on his knees before him, the swish of his tail catching Mason’s attention. His cock throbbed urgently and he blinked, unaware of just how much time had passed while the horse was sucking and playing with his dick. It didn’t matter, not truly, even as he grunted and moaned, doing his best (and failing dismally) to keep his cries as soft as possible.

It didn’t help one little bit and he swallowed his howl as a rush of lust flooded him. It had to come out, one way or another, and he huffed for breath, though there was none to be found, and he speared his cock needily into the stallion’s mouth. Austyn didn’t pull back, not as the canine spent every drop of cum he had to give straight down his throat. The stallion gulped, almost noisily – or perhaps it was more that the dog was focusing so intently on it, that he felt locked into his senses in a way he had never been before.

That was only their first time together, Austyn pulling back to more languidly swirl his tongue around the head of Mason’s shaft, toying with the tapered tip and the lingering spurts of slowing seed. There was much more to come, between them both, but the horse and the dog had all the time in the world to get to know each other.

Just a quickie, however, was always worth playing with before the main event...