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Drop a comment if you like it! I'd love to hear more about what you guys think. Just a quick story last night cause I had an idea of some things. Hope you enjoy!

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Cheyenne was late. They'd agreed to meet here ten minutes ago, and Cheyenne was still not here. Dakota paced back and forth anxiously, hands tugging at the hem of his shirt. The young zebra checked his phone again; still no message. The rest of the theatre group would start showing up to begin set up for practice and then there would be no time for more carnal pursuits.

Dakota was a only a freshman in college and had only signed up for the theatre groups to have an excuse to spend more time with Cheyenne who was majoring in drama. The zebra was average height, but his mohawk put him almost at six feet. Just as the rest of his short fur was, the mohawk was striped black and white, ending just below his shoulders. Both ears had silver, metal bars through multiple times that matched the silver necklace and cross he wore around his neck. A black and red band T-shirt was atop a pair of tight, black denim jeans that hugged his ass.

He fought the urge to fiddle with the AV equipment in the booth while waiting for Cheyenne to show. This was one of two booths for controlling all the lighting and audio equipment. It was directly above the back of the stage and only accessible through the upper walkways and then a ladder to the booth, so no one would wander in here by accident. Any moment now and Cheyenne would be coming up through the ladder.

It felt like an eternity, but Dakota's ears perked up when he heard the ladder thrum as someone began climbing it. Dakota stayed in the corner as he watched the ladder and soon enough a striped head poked up through. "Hey! Kota! Sorry I'm late, a professor started talking my ear off," he said apologetically, pulling himself up into the booth and standing up to brush himself off.

Dakota's heart was racing and he could only mutter a nervous, "S'okay,". He cleared his throat and glanced back at his phone. "We only have about twenty minutes before people generally start showing up," he said.

Cheyenne grinned and took a step closer to the shorter zebra. "So? We've done it in less time," he said. "Haven't been caught yet."

Dakota licked his lips at the thought and let his eyes trail over his brother's shirt down to his pants. "Maybe, but we can't leave a mess and don't have time for any sort of cleanup,"

Cheyenne was a couple years older and had a slight barrel chest from a more sedentary life, though under the layer of fat was still hardened muscle from working on the stage crew for so many years. His choice of clothes were a far cry from his Dakota's wannabe-punk getup; a pair of baggy jeans, white tanktop, and an open, flannel shirt. Cheyenne's hair was a mane of natural browns that was currently tied in a braid down his back, and nothing on him was pierced.

The older brother just laughed and reached into his pocket pulling out a pair of Star brand condoms. "Easy enough, right? No mess to worry about,"

Dakota's jeans felt even tighter at the thought and he licked his lips again. It had been a few weeks since he'd been able to sneak some time alone with Cheyenne. Back when they were kids in high school it was easier; they'd shared a room growing up until Cheyenne went to college. That was how they'd discovered their interest in each other, and several awkward encounters turned into awkward explorations which became familiar and welcome excursions.

Dakota reached out and grabbed one of the foil packages, checking the size just to make sure. "Hadn't thought of that, really," he admitted with a light chuckle.

Cheyenne stepped closer and grabbed at Dakota's hips, pulling him close to grind against each other. "Well I did, so... like you said, not much time. Better get to it, shouldn't you," he breathed into his younger sibling's ear.

"M-maybe," Dakota whispered, eyes closing for a few seconds while his own hands slid up underneath the thin wifebeater to feel his brother's soft form. He licked his lips and leaned close, brushing his muzzle along Cheyenne's neck and jawline until their noses were pressed together. Hot breath puffed out against each other before lips connected and Dakota's hesitant, unsure tongue searched out against Cheyenne's eagerly exploring one.

The kiss could have lasted for minutes if they hadn't been aware of their need for urgency. Muzzles turned and meshed together, a taste familiar to both. Dakota's hands slipped between them and wasted no time in unzipping his older brother's jeans, pulling the denim to the ground as he sank to his knees.

Cheyenne never wore underwear, so he was immediately greeted with six inches of half-hard, jet-black, zebra-cock. Dakota's mouth watered at the sight and he could smell the day's musk and sweat on his brother as he leaned in to press his nose against the wrinkled flesh. His eyes closed and he inhaled the scent deeply. Dakota's tongue darted out to lift the head of his brother's shaft up and towards his muzzle before lips wrapped around the head.

Above him, Cheyenne groaned and pressed a hand over the back of Dakota's head, urging him further down. The zebra's shaft continued to swell and lengthen along his younger sibling's tongue and lips. Normally he'd be perfectly content to lie back and let Dakota bring him to a messy finish this way, but they only had so many minutes before they were likely to get found out. "No point in lubing it up; I've got stuff for that,"

Dakota pulled his brother's cock free from his lips and let out a pleased sigh. "I can't help it, I love your cock," he whispered, the white on his muzzle tinged with pink. Cheyenne's shaft was hard as a rock in his hands now and he couldn't quite touch his fingers together at the base. A bead of pre rolled down along the round head and Dakota licked it up eagerly. "Mmm, we'll have to do this again soon, though,"

"Yeah, def," Cheyenne sighed, brushing his fingers through Dakota's mohawk. "Now stand up, we ain't got all day," he teased, giving a few light tugs to his brother's ears. He tore open the foil package with his teeth and put the ring around his head, starting to unroll the transparent, red latex down over his length. It secured snugly behind his medial ring and two sets of hands traveled over it for a few seconds before converging on Dakota's pants now.

The slim zebra's cock had been angled downwards in his underwear and when his tight jeans were tugged down, his black length shot out through the leg of his briefs, smearing pre along his striped thigh. "Man, I don't know how you can wear the chick pants with this thing," Cheyenne teased, giving the head of the long length a squeeze.

Dakota shivered and shoved his pants and briefs down to mid-thigh; they wouldn't need to be removed. "Mmm, it just bulges. It doesn't like, pop out or anything," he replied. looking around for where he dropped his own condom.

Cheyenne fetched it and helped Dakota slip the latex down over his shaft. Both wrapped shafts were squeezed together by four hands and both zebras groaned happily. Cheyenne might have had a slight pudge to him, but his cock was definitely thicker and longer than Dakota's; Dakota never complained.

Cheyenne turned his younger brother around and bent him over one of AV panels, getting to his own knees. He pulled the whip-like tail out of the way and buried his muzzle up underneath to lick and kiss at his brother's passage. Dakota's knees wavered every time that slick tongue would dip in against his pucker and he bit down on his arms to fight down some of the more effeminate sounds coming from his muzzle. Had he not been wearing a rubber, long strands of pre would have been drooling from the tip of his shaft. Cheyenne's tongue always drove him wild and had him begging for more in no time.

The older brother counted on these reactions and continued to slurp along the relaxed ring before diving in to tease inside. Dakota let out a soft whine. "Cheye... please, we don't have much time," he whispered, body tingling from the sensation.

The older zebra pulled back and fished a bottle from his jeans before standing up. "Yeah yeah, you wanted more time with my cock, I wanted more time with your ass..." he chuckled, squirting a line of clear lube along his cock and spreading it back and forth. "Hard?"

Dakota braced his legs and let his head hang down as his palms gripped the edge of the desk. "Mmm, hard and quick. No time for anything else,"

Cheyenne pressed the head of his rubbered cock to Dakota's entrance and shoved forward until his ring popped just inside. Both brothers moaned together, though there was a note of pain in Dakota's tone. The talking ceased at this point; whimpers, whines, moans, and grunts were all the communication they needed now. Cheyenne took up a typical stance behind Dakota and jerked his hips back and forth in long, smooth strokes, heavy sac slapping the smaller pair between Dakota's legs.

Dakota grit his teeth to endure the pain of being fucked for the first time in nearly a month; they would have to find more time together. The pain faded quickly as it always did, and his brother's cock battered his prostate with every thrust only furthering the pain from his mind. The pair was moaning and panting in no time, cutting as many corners as they could with their hurried pace.

Cheyenne's hands squeezed Dakota's hips, beginning to pull him hard against his humps. The older zebra's face was screwed up in a measure of concentration and sweat was starting to bead on his brow from exertion. Any other day, with more time, he'd be toying with Dakota's shaft while they played, taking his time with long, hard thrusts from tip to base, but he had to rush towards his own climax as quick as possible.

Dakota's cock swung between his legs like a bat, completely ignored, but not forgotten by its owner. The position they were in kept him from stroking himself; every time he'd tried to pull a hand from the table he'd nearly fallen forward onto the equipment. However, with the rushed pace, and the thrill of possibly being found out, he could feel his balls tingling with the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm.

The younger zebra's hands gripped the edge of the table and he squeezed his muscles down on the thick length under his tail. His orgasm was building slowly; one of those climaxes where you were past the point of no return, but would still be building to the end for several more seconds. He could feel it traveling along his shaft until the pressure built around the head of his cock which flared out to wide proportions. Dakota's orgasm then crashed like a wave against a pier. Cum shot out into the durable condom, filling the head out like a balloon as seed gushed forth.

Cheyenne felt his brother's body shivering and suspected what was happening before he heard the cry and felt the clenching, squeezing muscles on his cock. His back arched and he drove himself deep within Dakota as he came as well, pumping his heavy load into the red rubber around his flesh. He had to pull back as the condom inflated so it wouldn't burst open, and his cock popped free, head flared, and hung down under the weight of all the semen collected in the material.

Dakota's knees shook when Cheyenne pulled free and he couldn't stand any longer before he slumped against one of the AV panels, probably messing a few positioned sliders. His cock sagged down, still drooling cum into the rubber as his length began to soften.

Cheyenne's shaft reacted similarly, quickly deflating and starting to retreat back up into his sheath while the condom slid down. He made sure to pinch off the end of the rubber and tie it off so no seed would spill out; it looked like a bloated water balloon. "Damn," he muttered, taking a deep breath to recover. "That was fun. Thank god we're not canines or something, right?"

Dakota had enough presence of mind to carefully peel his own condom off his shrinking cock and tie it off, but had no energy for much else. "Hmm? Why?"

"That whole knot thing? Can you imagine being hard for like, half an hour afterwards?" he asked, carefully turning over the cum-filled condom in his hands before putting it down to fetch his pants.

"S'not that long. People just act like it is," Dakota replied. He hadn't realized how much energy he'd lose after a good rutting, and could only think about a nap now.

"Well, still. Anyway, come on. We've got a couple minutes before people show up. Gotta take these down and throw em away somewhere. Probably dumpster. Don't want anyone to find them," he laughed.

Dakota laughed as well, trying to imagine one of the other students finding a cum-filled condom in one of the hall trash cans and freaking out. "Yeah, come on then." He tucked himself back into his briefs and jeans and then grabbed his own balloon before lowering himself down onto the ladder, Cheyenne above him. It was difficult to try and hold what was essentially a water balloon while descending a ladder.

Dakota was two rungs from the bottom and stepping onto the upper walkways when one of the doors to the auditorium was slammed open, people laughing and talking coming through as people ran in, chasing one another and generally goofing off on the way in. The sudden burst startled Dakota and he paused on the ladder, tensing up out of caution.

Cheyenne hadn't stopped descending and almost stepped on one of Dakota's hands. He gasped in surprise and jerked back up, not wanting to crush his brother's hand, almost losing his footing. The sudden movement made him instinctively grasp at the ladder with both hands... Dakota, still clutching his filled condom to his chest, snapped his head upwards at Cheyenne when he heard the gasp and had no time to react as the rubber hit him square across the front of his muzzle.

A loud pop seemingly echoed through the auditorium as hot, sticky zebra cum burst from the breached condom, splattering his face and muzzle and drenching his head in several days of pent seed. The closest bathroom was up through the auditorium and down the hallway.