First-Time Glory
Something different, something smutty!
The door lets out a squeak of protest as it slowly swings open, pulled by a hesitant hand. Felix steps inside the stall, clearly nervous, trembling over what he intends to do... while a sharp tingling of anticipation plays through his body at the same time.
Can't believe I'm doing this.
The pumping musicof the club ismuffled inside the bathroom stall, the walls covered with scribbles and graffiti, phone numbers and names andall sorts of crudepictures and bawdypropositions. The tiles of the floor look cleaner than expected, though they certainly haven't been washed yet tonight.
Aside from the scratches and graffiti, along the right wall there is a makeshift hole carved into the metal, lined with duct tape. Apprehension and excitement flood through Felix at the sight of it, though nobody is on the other side just yet. The smell of bleach is faint in the air, failing to mask the scent of stale urine.
I guess I'll just wait a little bit...
He goes through his mind the things he's heard and read about these kinds of things. All the signs and signals and etiquette of a glory hole. It seems so strange and so foreign, like it's something he could only see in pictures, things he's only fantasized about - yet the reality that he's sitting in this stall, waiting for someone to come along, is almost frighteningly real.
I can't chicken out now... I've thought about this too much to not go through with it.
As if on cue, there is a click and a loud creak as the outer bathroom door opens. The thumping of the electronic music outside pours through for only a moment before fading to a muffle as the door shuts it away again. Felix's body tenses up and he holds his breath tight, listening for the footsteps of this stranger. For a moment, there is no sound, as if nobody was there after all, but before long there is a series of shuffling footsteps walking past Felix's stall, followed by the creak of the adjacent stall door opening and closing.
Remembering what he was here for, Felix carefully places a hand on the edge of the hole in the wall. Shadows play around the opening as the stranger moves about, his shuffling footsteps echoing in the otherwise empty bathroom. Suddenly, they stop. A rush of fear grips Felix, wondering if the stranger is going to freak out, be disgusted and call the police, or maybe smash down the door and beat him up. Instead, the figure shuffles again, quieter this time, and there is the sound of a zipper.
Something warm taps his hand. Felix pulls it away reflexively, but quickly puts it back. The warm thing taps his hand again. Felix resists his urge to pull away successfully, keeping his hand firmly held in place. And his hand gets tapped again in response.
"Buddy, you gotta move your hand."
The sudden, deep sound of the voice terrifies Felix, but this time, his fear is overpowered by his excitement.
Is this really going to happen? I spent so long imagining this, playing the fantasy out over and over...
Removing his hand, Felix gets on his knees and tries to peer through the hole from a distance. He sees little other than the blue denim of a pair of jeans before his vision is obscured by a large, drooping cock being shoved through.
Oh... oh my god.
Mottled black and pink, the shaft hangs low through the gloryhole, twitching upwards every so often. The thickness and head shape make it look a lot like something a stallion would have, but it is still a lot smaller than Felix thinks a stallion would've been. A pair of smooth black orbs dangle from the base.
Not all the monstrous, arm-sized dicks that the internet would have me believe.
With a trembling, excited hand Felix grips the mottled flesh, which twitches in his grasp, losing more of its droop with every passing moment. He strokes it carefully, feeling every wrinkle and vein. His own cock throbs excitedly in his pants, straining against the fabric.
"I like it slow." The deep voice suggests.
Lucky for me.
With both hands, Felix grips the shaft, giving it one long stroke from head to base. A little huff comes from the stranger, which sounds to Felix like a sign of approval. Leaning forward and getting a nose-full of the stranger's scent, he hesitates for just a moment, pondering his next move, before lashing out his tongue and lapping at the wide head of the equine penis. There's not as much flavor as he expected; it smells a lot stronger than it tastes. The musk fills the stall, making Felix a little woozy.
Bending the shaft up, Felix licks the underside back and forth, his movements eager and willing, working the sides and bottom with his tongue. It throbs and throbs against him, growing constantly more erect with his attentions, bigger and heavier with every lick and kiss. Like a big, long, fleshy lollipop, Felix laps and licks at it with enthusiasm, his breath now coming in short pants. Every so often, he leans lower and gives his wet attentions to the stallion's balls, pressing his nose against them and gliding his tongue across, before popping them in and out of his mouth. Finally, he pulls his head back, opening as wide as he can, and shoves the meat into his mouth.
"Mmm..." The stallion groans.
For as big as it seems, Felix has little trouble fitting it into his muzzle. Must have been all that practice.
He sucks and suckles, letting his lips and tongue do the work, all the while trying to avoid scraping with his teeth. Practice with a toy isn't quite like the real thing, but it was close enough that Felix has an idea of what he is doing. His slurps and motions are still a little clumsy and amateur, but the stranger on the other side of the wall doesn't seem to mind as they begin to groan and pant, audibly enjoying the service he's getting.
Precum begins to leak out of the heavy, engorged cock inside Felix's mouth, the salty fluid mixing on his tongue and dripping down his throat. He eagerly sucks the horse's cock, elated that he's finally gone through with this incredible idea after all this time.
After a couple minutes of getting a wet, somewhat clumsy blowjob, the dick is pulled back through the hole. Felix, saliva dribbling down his mouth, just stares at the hole in confusion.
"I want your ass." The voice growls, sounding urgent, lustful.
"Uh... okay." Felix's body resumes its trembling from the prospect of what is about to happen.
It's a good thing I came prepared... and that I practiced -this- stuff too. I hope it was enough.
There is a - pop- as Felix opens a little bottle of lube. His pants drop to the floor and he carefully steps out of them before bending over a little to slather a few fingerfuls of cold gel into his puckering tailhole. He can spread it easily enough without any pain, but that's only with his fingers...
He takes a deep breath to steady his nerves before backing awkwardly up to the hole and pressing his rear against it, making sure to keep his striped tail out of the way.
The same warm thing that had tapped his hand now begins to tap against his tailhole, though it is much harder and hotter than it was then, and much more insistent. It presses against him, presses and presses, each push more aggressive than the last. Felix winces at the pressure and at the intense wave of anticipation burning through him.
Oh god, I can't stand this, I... I want him to fuck me.
He bends over further, trying to spread himself open for the stallion. Just then, without any warning, the cock thrusts hard against his tailhole and Felix presses back, desperate to see this to completion. The flesh pokes through, opening up his tailhole wide as the head penetrates into his rump.
"Ngh!" Felix gasps, overwhelmed by the sensation, euphoric pleasure mixed with sharp pain. His tailhole strains pitifully against the length being pushed inside him. "Oh god..."
"Haa... shit, you're tight." The stallion wastesno time in beginning to fuck Felix's tailhole.
The wall between them -thumps- and -thumps- as the stallion slams into it with every thrust into Felix, his breathing getting laboured and heavy, breath punctuated by quietgrunts, curses,and moans of pleasure. Felix can barely control himself, yelping and crying out at the large horsecock burying itself further inside him with every push. His own erection dangles wildly underneath him, copious amounts of precum flyingout onto the unwashed floor.
Oh god... it hurts, but... this is incredible.
"Nngh, fuck..." The stallion picks up his pace, his balls slapping loudly against the gloryhole. The thumping of the wall grows louder and more frequent. "Fffuck..."
The sensation is complex and overwhelming, pleasure and pain and arousal and discomfort all mixing together as Felix gets penetrated rougher and deeper. The feeling of his ass being spread, ebbing and flowing with every thrust, the head of the stallion's penis pushing and rubbing against his sensitive insides, the sticky smell of their sex, the sounds of the horse grunting and panting as he uses Felix to bring himself closer and closer to orgasm. It's dizzying, like a surrealdream.
Felix can barely think straight among all this, but one thought shines through in his mind: Cum in me, please...
"Aah, hah! Shit...!" The stallion slows for a fraction of a second before thrusting wildly into Felix, his cock huge and throbbing and hot. The sudden, vicious pounding steals Felix's breath away and he soundlessly cries out in ecstasy. His hips bounce forward and back with every slap of cock and balls, his legs weak and trembling.
To Felix's delight, he hears the magic, breathless words: "Gonna cum!"
The horse pushes himself in to the hilt as Felix pushes back into him, letting out a big, long nnnnghhh as he bucks the last inch in and out of the tight tailhole. Cum spills out of the flared head of his cock like a river, warm, sticky seed splashing everything inside. Felix's breath catches in his throat, and he can only let out a lustful shudder at the explosion of warmth in his rear. He feels the stallion's balls tighten up, twitching with every pulse of sweet fluid entering his body. He barely registers his own orgasm, his dangling cock having spit its own load onto the tiled floor in a creamy white puddle.
Finally, the grunting and moaning of orgasm gives way to the tired panting of afterglow. With a slick, wet -pop- the stallion pulls out, his flesh already beginning to droop once more. He presses it flat against Felix's leaking rump.
"Hey."
Huh? He doesn't want to go again, does he?
Felix pulls away from the gloryhole and turns around, apprehensive but curious.
"Suck it again, will you? Clean me off."
Felix stares downward. The cock glistens, still dripping fresh cum at a steady rate, the scent of Felix's tailhole faint among the horse musk and semen.
But I know where that's been... The thought is almost profane, but... also quite titillating.
Without a word, Felix drops to his knees and obediently draws the sagging penis into his mouth. He sucks on it dutifully, feeling a strange, dirty pleasure as he glides his head back and forth, making sure to get every inch with his tongue. The taste is indescribable, but it sends a trill of exhilaration through Felix all the same.
It's a lot easier to suck when it's not getting hard.
After being thoroughly cleaned, the stallion pulls his cock out of Felix's mouth, tapping him lightly on the snout with it before it disappears back to the other side of the wall. Just in time, it turns out, as the bathroom door clicks and creaks open once more. The newcomer strides over to a sink in his hard, clopping shoes, turning it on and filling the room with the sound of rushing water. Felix hears his stallion stranger zip himself up, open the creaky stall door, and shuffle out of the bathroom without a word.
After a moment, the newcomer turns off the sink. He pauses, just like the stallion had done, though Felix can see his shadow on the floor. Slowly, he taps his way further into the bathroom, past Felix's stall, and into the one the stallion had left.
Felix can't help but grin. Maybe one more then?
He places his hand on the gloryhole, inviting the newcomer for some service.