Short: Morning Fill
Just a quickie.
Short: Morning Fill
by Shravasti
Something had changed this morning. Toby, the 9 year-old brown foal woke up to find a weird weight on his boyhood. When his eye blinked open, there was a tentpole in the middle of his blanket. He startledly threw the blankets off, and there was his penis. It wasn't laying there limp like it always did, it was standing up right in front of him. It'd gotten a lot longer than he remembered it. The foal examined it. The skin had stretched out taut, revealing the full extent of the brown and pink skin markings on it, there were slightly distended veins all over it. There was a ring of skin about a third of the way along it's length, which was nearly as long as his forearm and hand, all ending in a tip which was flat as he knew it, but flowering out like the top of a muffin in a pan.
He touched it tentatively, and it wobbled in the air. He grabbed it with both hands, and it felt nice. Really, really nice. There was some warm stuff leaking from the tip, into his fingers. Was it pee? He cared for all of one second as he realized that whatever it was, it took the friction out of the rubbing of his flesh very well. He rubbed some more, and it felt really, really good. A tingle that might almost be mistaken for painful, but it left and warm and excited feeling all through his body. So, Toby rubbed some more, his eyes bulging out as that sensation got really strong really quick. His dick throbbed strongly, letting out large amounts of some kind of white liquid all over his blanket and his fingers.
'What the heck was that?' he wondered, panting heavily. He looked over the stuff on his fingers. It was like nothing he had ever seen before, but it was certainly compelling. Toby forgot whatever young misgivings he might have had and licked it off, tentatively at first. It was sweet, but very gooey. Before he realized it, he had polished all of the white stuff from his hand. He was in a daze the whole time, but he snapped back to reality, realizing he'd made a mess in his room that he'd have to deal with. He was about to stand up, when the and of his hips as he moved made his cock thwap him on the muzzle, depositing some of that leftover goo on his face. There was that daze again. He stared at his tip for the longest time. He liked the white stuff, and this was the source. Could he actually...
Either he wasn't thinking at all, or was thinking clearly for the first time in his life. He wasn't sure. All Toby knew at that moment was that he was grapping his cock and stuffing it into his mouth. He took stock of his position now, his teeth didn't feel good on it, so he'd have to hide them behind his lips. He was drooling all over it, and it's throbbing was making it move in his mouth. Toby found himself a little uncomfortable, sliding onto his back, using his arms to lift his legs up. That was it. His cock slid deeper into his muzzle, and he remembered the rubbing he had done to get it to work. His head and his cock moved back and forth in concert, and it was wonderful. He could get addicted to this taste, and this feeling. His little balls wobbled as his whole body got into the act. He took it carefully now, letting him savor the initial sensations thatt came with the rubbing, realizing he could improve them by sucking. He was a little unrefined at it, slurping and slobbering drool all over his tip and the corners of his mouth. He was rolled up into a little ball of pleasure.
Then it came, that sudden incredible sensation. He was ready for it. Unlike others who were older, he didn't chocke as the cum came, rather he relaxed, letting himself gulp it down like he was chugging an entire bottle of pop. He didn't stop moving as he did, so managed to make himself cum 6 or 7 more times, not a drop escaping his lips. Eventually, he was overwhelmed, letting his cock go. It whipped out from his mouth to splatter cum on the wall as he lay there panting. He could feel all of it pooling in his stomach, and it felt oddly pleasant.
"Toby! Breakfast is ready" he heard his mother call. He sighed slightly. He doubted he'd be able to enjoy it. He was already pretty full.
~End