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"Collins! Collins!" the blond pony turned around quickly spying his friend Fred in the hall, the border collie waving frantically to get his attention. Collins sighed. He was in a hurry, but decided that upsetting his friend so quickly would not be a kindness, and in fact the young canine was desperate for a friend. The two had found themselves the only two from their clique of friends in high school here at university a couple of years ago, and the two had remained best of friends. The sturdy mountain pony had no idea if his friend was gay, and found it hard to be around him at times. Not because the cute collie was a bother, annoying, or shy, but because of how adorably cute he was. The pup was everything Collin's wanted in a boyfriend, and could never really find, but Fred was his best friend and he didn't want to ruin that. They'd been around each other for years, camping, hiking, swimming. They'd even been nude together a couple of times recently while playing truth or dare with friends. Those images kept intruding on his mind. So, he did what he had to do to keep himself distracted.

Which was what he was trying to get back to his dorm room to do. Students poured through the dorm doors as everyone was either rushing from, or to, class. The cramped older building had that smell that all older buildings got after years of use, must, wood, and dirt. This one though had the added scent of polished wood oil.

The very thought of those three words caused Collins to smirk, but he raised his head up and trotted over to the anxious canine. Fred was a good head and a half shorter than the small equine, and was quite small for a fur. He got teased ruthlessly in school for it, but was good natured about it. His personality made up for his size. Fred lolled his tongue out, his high school t-shirt tight against his furred torso, and the baggy gym shorts making him look like a high school freshman waiting for his phys-ed class to start.

"Hey, are ya comin' tonight? We're doing movie night?" He enthused at the pony who shook his long blond mane out of his eyes, the lock falling down on his black muzzle. A genetic anomaly. Instead of a white blaze or diamond, he had black. It made him stand out.

"Can't, got a test tomorrow, first one of the semester." It was a lie, but only barely. It wasn't really a test, more than a quiz, but Collins wanted - no he needed some time to himself tonight. He had - things to take care of.

The pup's face fell as he patted the equine on the back with his grey furred paw, looking up into Collins's blue eyes cheerfully. "Are you sure? We have some great Cartoons to watch!"

It would have to be toon night. Fred had made a few friends, much to Collins's chagrin. Sure the little horse had made the gymnastics team and had a few friends, but Fred was still adorably cute, and cartoons were Collins's dirty little secret vice. Well one of them anyway.

"Yeah, physics tomorrow morning at eight." He tapped his hoof a little involuntarily as Fred squeezed his shoulder. He hoped he wasn't giving his nerves away too much. Excitement from two sources was getting to him. One from Fred's touch, and the other from what he was dying to get to.

"Well, ok, if you finish early we'll be up late." Fred smirked and jogged off waving.

Collins watched the pup go for a few moments, admiring the slim waist and trim body. He shook his head after a few moments. Sure he liked to look but he didn't dare touch. Besides, he was going to take care of his need shortly.

His hooves clopped merrily down the hall to his own room ringing above the sound of chattering voices and incessant giggling from one group of young gay males. Collins had tentatively joined the LGBT group when he enrolled, but had yet to attend more than a few meetings. He nodded at one fox, and a tiger as he made his way past to his dorm.

He glanced around and slipped inside, breathing a sigh of relieve that was also filled with anticipation. But even though he was in his room, he had to wait a little while to be sure that he could satisfy that persistent itch in his groin.

His roomie, Gerry, was supposed to be leaving 'either at four, or five' to head home for a family emergency, which would give Collins the night to himself in his dorm room. Still, he didn't know for sure if it was four, or five, and it was only a quarter til to four now. To be sure, he had a couple of hours to himself.

He plonked his book bag onto the bed and sat down at his computer to do some school work. He kept glancing over at the door, and then at the phone. He kept waiting for the former to open, and the later to chime with a text to no avail. Finally at around five thirty the phone chimed. He picked it up and noted the text from Gerry. He'd left at three forty five and wanted to know if Collins could pick up his assignment the next day. The pony snorted, blowing his forelock over his ear.

It figured that the bear would wait so long, the lazy lout! He'd always take forever at everything. Showering, eating, doing homework. It amazed the pony that the bear had even managed to get the paperwork done in time to get into college in the first place.

Collins shot to his hooves and quickly pulled a necktie out from his closet, and went and tied it to the door handle. The international college dorm sign of "do not enter I'm fuckin!.'

Well, he wasn't going to be fucking anyone else at least. Not today anyway.

The horse didn't even bother with porn. He didn't need any. Not since he'd found he could do the two things he was about to do. In fact he wondered if he really would ever need a boyfriend.

The young gymnast horse shucked his shirt and pants off, leaving himself sitting there in his boxers. These too finally slipped down around his ankles leaving the golden mountain pony entirely, and gloriously nude. Even he had to admit he loved his body. He'd spent the last few years working on it, and while not bulky, he was very lean and cut. The lines of his oblique's and lats were his favorite. He'd done a lot of stretching and exercises to get them into the shape they were in.

The corners of his smile lifted up, but not at the thought of his body, but at the sight of his member. Collins was very proud of what he sported, and while some equine members were as long, and many were thicker, there were two traits that the pony was more than pleased with. For one, he didn't get entirely hard. Not every time anyway. While this was a problem for most furs, especially for ones as young as he, it was an added benefit. The second thing he was pleased with was his flexibility.

Even as he thought about his flexibility his sheath filled out quickly, blood gushing to his pink and black member as it easily slid from the black folds, inching further down his thigh, the flare broad and thick, the medial wide, and the skin pliable. He slipped his soft paw fur over the length and nickered as he felt himself. Little tingles spread slowly down his length to his groin. It had been a warm day and he could smell the slight smell of ball sweat from where his muzzle dipped down.

The pony shifted himself onto his bed, getting his lets up to the headboard and bent his lower half up the wall, and with a deft kick, swung his haunches over his head, sending his long fat cock into his own maw.

Ever since he found he could do this a few weeks ago (on a dare while drinking) he couldn't wait to get back to his room. No muzzle was more experienced, and no muzzle as soft. His had been called delicate by one guy he went on a date with. The tiger had left with a slapped cheek, but Collins was no longer sorry for his actions. Fuck that tiger.

His soft lips closed around his flare and he moaned at his own soft taste, his pre already slicking into his tongue, the taste of sweat and hay tingling as he had the dual pleasure of cock in his mouth, and that same cock being his. His groan grew deeper as he eased himself down, his hands on his thighs to control the descent. His length allowed him to get all the way to his medial ring before he had to stop, but the pony was more than fine with that since his muzzle was full.

He closed his eyes as he savored the taste of his meat and swirled his tongue around. No girl, no guy, had ever been able to give him head better than he could himself. Thoughts of Fred, the cute border collie melted away as his tongue worked it's magic. He teased the ridge of his cock as it hardened as much as it would.

His muzzle tugged at his meat and he reached one cautious paw to his swollen doughnut ring of a hole, the black skin already stretched thick from his toys last night. He sunk his finger in softly without lube. He was already a little loose still, and moaned as his finger quested inside him, the fur sawing in and out. His tail flicked twice and more pre shot into his muzzle as he slowly began to work his cock in and out of his warm mouth.

He loved this, loved this so much. The moaning pleasure of his own voice on his skin as he suckled a horse cock. His cock. More pre shot into his mouth and finally he let go of his thigh with his remaining paw as he slid it over his balls to his fat baste, his fingers squeezing himself lovingly.

"Mmmf!" His concentration was far too gone as the first load shot into his mouth before he even realized he was getting close. He hungrily swallowed his seed as the second and third shot coated his tongue and throat. He snorted and coughed a little as he slipped his flared head from his lips, his fourth shot painting his nose.

"Fuck!" He breathed as the orgasm abated. The orgasms from giving himself head were always soft and muted.

And just the opening act.

He eased his form to the side only getting a little of the cum from his muzzle on the bed. He quickly wiped the seed off into his paw, and then with a wet 'schlick' began to use it to coat his long member. He smirked as he shifted himself in the bed, laying in it normally, letting his other paw resume playing with his puffy hole.

"Ah fuck!" He whispered to himself as he sunk his fingers deep into himself causing him to snort and whinny. Oh yes, the first bit was done. That was to take the edge off. And now...

Collins smirked as he lifted his legs and allowed his cock to flop down his crotch, the tip kissing the bed sheets, the rest curving as he had a lot more to lower. He hefted himself into a good position and pressed the long warm flesh up against his taint, the cum soaked meat sliding against is soft black taint.

"oh fuck" He breathed feeling the head press against his swollen ring. He pressed the tip of the head to the hole and pressed in, his own head slipping into himself slightly, the warmth of his own ass spreading around his ridged flare.

Ahh, yes, the good thing about not being rigidly hard. He could easily bend his cock down, and into himself and did so now, his swollen nuts pressed to the side as he slowly feed his sticky meat into himself. He sighed contentedly as he stuffed himself with himself.

The warmth of himself assaulted his body on both ends. His cock was afire with the head of his own silky insides as he stroked his length now with both hands, on keeping the head and shaft planted, the other fingering his ring and the rest of his long length.

A loud nicker of self-satisfaction left his throat as he imagined what he looked like. Handsome golden pony feeding his own long cock into himself, his hooves planted firmly on the bed, his eyes closed, and his muzzle in a self-satisfying grin. He would have thought 'self satisfied' but the words didn't fit.

He snaked one arm up to tweak his own nipple, the sensitive black nub sending a jolt of anticipation down his cock, pre soaking his own insides, a little seeping out his abused ring with a squelching sound. He huffed a few times as he finally got into a good rhythm feeding his own meat in and out of his cock. He was lost in a trance of pleasure.

"Hey Col! Saw the tie, good one. Having sex. One way to keep guys from buggin' ya while ya do yer homework. Hey Gennie said you need to...C-collins?" He imagined it was Fred standing over him until reality intruded. He opened his eyes to see the young sweet border collie standing there, his muzzle gaping. The pony paused but didn't freak out. He knew what he looked like, and he knew damned well what he was doing.

"Yes Fred?" He replied calmly, if a little nervously.

"W-what are you doing?" The collie took a step closer, his eyes intent on the join of a black and pink cock with a black and wet ring.

"M-fuckin myself Fred." He replied, feeding himself in a little more. He got a little harder at that point, showing off, almost losing the grip on his meat.

The dog just kept staring. Almost a full minute passing, his breath panting as the pony kept stroking his long cock.

Collins went for broke. "Uh - wanna watch?" He wanted the dog, and Fred didn't seem to be going anywhere, his eyes wide and his crotch bulging. Collins smirked to himself. It seemed like his hopes were being confirmed.

"Uh...."

The canine didn't move. The horse did. He began to slide his meat in and out of himself, his eyes now locked on the canine's face, watching as Fred gaped, fascinated with the spectacle. After a few moments, the borsder collie licked his grey and white chops and leaned in closer. It was getting hard for Collins to keep himself soft enough to continue, so he closed his eyes and imagined he was by himself. That seemed to do the trick. His semi flaccid state returned and he kept working himself.

His long meat slipped in and out of his hole and he could hear the soft shclick of his juices as more pre soaked his insides.

"Oh!" He heard Fred sigh, and he smelled the potent smell of doggy cum as Fred probably climaxed. It was too much for the pony and he whinnied softly as he unloaded into himself, his ass warming as his own seed filled him and began to leak out of his gaping hole, the fluid slowly oozing down his taint.

He snapped his eyes open as he felt a soft tongue lapping at the creamy sweet cum as Fred cleaned him off, and then gasped as the canine leaned in and began to slowly suckle at the foal seed oozing around his ring.

"Ahhh Fred?" Collins smiled down, seeing to ears perk between his legs as the canine lapped at his inner thighs.

"Hrm?" The canine moaned.

"Why didn't you tell me you were gay?" The pony reached down and caressed the grey tipped ears.

"You didn't ask." Shame burned in Collin's ears for a moment. But then, if Fred had confessed his orientation and started to date or fool around with the pony, Collins wouldn't have found out he could do this. He'd have been otherwise busy.

"You coulda told me!" He huffed a little indignantly.

"Collins?" the canine straightened up licking the cum off his lips and stroking the softening cock in his paw.

"Yeah?" The pony closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of the warm paw on his member.

"Go fuck yourself." There was a chuckle in Fred's voice.

The pony opened his eyes and smirked. "Only if you watch."

It was a long and fun semester.