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A few long strides and the slam of a bathroom stall later and he was alone. Charlie perched his backpack on the stubby little coat hook on the inside of the door, sitting down on the toilet seat. His vision defocused, the graffiti on the walls blurring into black smudges against the beige walls of a seventies-decor bathroom stall.

He had never once found a woman attractive in the least before, and here he was. And a human no less! Sure, Charlie could recognize that some women had about them a distinct and traditional beauty, but it was as if he were appreciating a masterful painting. He could tell the artist had style and skill, but he wasn't about to take it off the wall and fuck it. But her... his mind had run rampant, there were visions of her clothes on the floor, of her nude body pressed up against his. Visions of her arms restrained in his hands, riding her bareback.

Even now he could feel himself swelling within his pants, which he abruptly stood and drew to his ankles alongside his briefs. He took himself in his hand, having already grown past his sheath. The leathery skin began to stretch ad he kneaded gently upon himself, cupping his balls as he rolled his head back and closed his eyes. He was pretty damn horny. That's all it was. He was pent up after sucking Stephen off and hadn't had release, so he was in a teenage hormonal fugue state. A quick session should right him.

Fully firm now, he flexed himself and began to slowly draw his hand down his length. His breath caught in his throat as he concentrated, thought about Stephen's body, thought about the taste of his cum on his mouth. Charlie opened his eyes momentarily, a thick droplet of precum oozing out of the broad head of his horsecock. He spread it over himself, the once-dry skin slowly shining in the fluorescent locker room lighting as he repeated it over and over, more precum quickly replacing the last droplet. Eventually he could smoothly drag his hand over his entire length, tightening his grip as it reached his medial ring.

He'd done the same thing as long as he could remember, since the first time he'd masturbated after reading a sex scene in one of his father's old science fiction novels. The author had described the tightness of the bottom's ass, how the top could feel it pulse and tighten around himself until it felt as if he could push no further. Charlie figured he would have the opposite feeling pretty often--few species could actually take a horse to the hilt, let alone a draft horse. When he masturbated to that scene, he tightened his hand as he reached the swell of his medial ring, thinking as if he were inside someone, pressed tight up to their limit, his medial ring begging to be within them.

His mind was full of Stephen, but it was interrupted with a flash of the new girl. He screwed shut his eyes, focusing on the the vision of Stephen's hard, red cock spilling his load all over his muzzle. Just as he had done as a kid, he let out a quiet breath, feeling his cum well up within himself before jetting out in a thick stream. Just like when he was a kid, too, it landed errantly. This time, on the floor of a high school locker room, in a gleaming white river across several rows of tiles. His second blast went straight up, landing back down on his groin, oozing down on his hand even as he throbbed out another rope, and another. After what felt simultaneously like an eon and an instant, he finished off his orgasm in classic equine style: with a blissful shudder, sigh, and thick gel plug that ensured the seed he'd spent would remain within his mare. Or, in this case, all over himself and the floor.

He sat there for a good while, panting, listening to his heartbeat within his body as he slowly began to soften and retreat within his sheath. As ever, Charlie made sure to wipe himself down before he fully disappeared, knowing full well the consequences of letting any kind of unwanted moisture linger within his sheath. Slowly he cleaned up, eventually sitting back down, legs still jelly. He smiled, thankful that the girl was out of his mind for now.

His phone buzzed in his pocket. Stephen. Finally! Charlie tapped on the notification, watching as Snapchat filled the screen of his iPhone. He tapped the bar next to Stephen's name, and smiled as the image loaded. The timer was counting down, so Charlie took in all he could see as fast as he could. Stephen had taken a selfie, holding the phone over his head. He was looking up at the phone's camera, naked, in what appeared to be the annex bathroom. His bright red erection was featured, coyly at that, towards the bottom of the image. But it wasn't even just the toned upperclassman that got Charlie's whither's twitching, it was the caption.

"Come over after school, we can 'study' together tonight."

Charlie couldn't think of an intelligent response, so he just shot back a quick picture of his joggers with his thumb pulling the waistband down, revealing the soft fur just above his sheath. "Hell yeah," Charlie replied, gathering his things and bursting out of the bathroom stall, ignoring the cum he'd left on the ground.

The rest of the school day went a little better than yesterday's, Charlie acknowledging that, even if there were exciting goings-on after school, he wouldn't gain much from dreaming through his classes. He took good notes, asked and answered questions, and started on his homework during lunch like a good boy. When the day wound to an eventual close, he met up with Stephen at the edge of the cafeteria.

"Hey man, let me text my parents and let them know I'm hanging," Charlie said, tapping on his phone while Stephen waited. His fingers shook as he typed, a new nervousness filling him. "I don't know where your house is at, I'll have to follow you," he said to a receptive Stephen.

"No biggie, I'll go slow so you can keep up," Stephen said, laughing and flashing his teeth. Charlie fired up his truck, pulling out of the parking lot behind Stephen, both boys finding their place in the line anxiously awaiting to get out of the school's driveway.

After winding through the hills of rural Maine for what seemed to be an eternity, Stephen finally pulled his truck down a dirt road, barely visible between the trees lining either side of the road. Charlie's tires crunched on dirt and gravel, bounced over small ruts that had long gone unfilled. Stephen pulled up to what was, by all measures, a pretty nice house secluded deep in the woods. It wasn't a mansion, but it had two floors, a three-car garage, and a pool out back. Charlie stopped next to Stephen, turning his radio down before shutting the engine off and getting out.

"Nice place, dude," he said, slinging his backpack over one shoulder.

"Thanks," Stephen said. "My parents won't be home till Friday, they're at the International Motorcycle Expo in Vegas." Charlie cocked his head. "They're both engineers for Triumph," Stephen said, waving his hand. Charlie nodded, walking behind his friend to the front door.

The inside was as nice as the outside; not garish or opulent, but definitely nice. There was a sunken living room, fireplace set at the center. The kitchen led directly into the living room, a massive island with bar stools the only separation between the two rooms. Charlie copied Stephen as he set his backpack down, wallowing in the 'in a friend's house for the first time' awkwardness that never seemed to go away no matter how many friends' houses he hung out at. Stephen cracked open the fridge, pulling out two beers and some assorted snacks from the pantry.

"We probably ought to do our homework first thing. How much do you have, you think?" Stephen said. Charlie pulled out his planner, looking through the list of assignments, crossing off the two he'd done last night.

"Probably like two hours," he said. Stephen nodded.

"I have like three. It'll work out. You like PBR?" he asked, holding one of the 24-ounce cans out to Charlie. Charlie nodded, although this would be the first beer he could drink all on his own, not just a sip or two out of his dad's. They both cracked their cans open before tapping them together in cheers, digging into the chips and opening their binders. Stephen told their Google Home to play his library, the sounds of hip-hop filling the room, obscuring the scratches of mechanical pencils on paper.

The two of them worked fairly quietly through their homework; they had no overlapping classes this semester, so they were each on their own. Charlie slowly nursed the beer he'd been given, concealing his winces at the bitter taste, in awe of Stephen as he took big gulps from his own can. After about an hour, Charlie took out his computer to start typing out his last bit of homework: a lab report for the titration they'd done in chem earlier that day. Once that was finished, Charlie closed his laptop and sat nervously while Stephen furrowed his brow at his statistics textbook. Charlie pulled out his phone, flicking through his feeds while he waited for Stephen to work through problems.

"Hey, uh, where's the bathroom?" he asked, Stephen lingering on his homework for a few more moments before lifting his head and responding.

"Down the hall, last door on the left," he said, returning to scratching in his notebook. "I'll probably be done in like ten minutes." Charlie's heart sped up at the thought, not knowing what would come next.

He made his way down the hall, as instructed, finding his way into a bathroom with tiled floors and a stall shower. He closed and locked the door, taking a moment to pee before preening himself in the mirror. He gave his armpits a quick sniff, making sure they weren't just completely heinous. He checked his sheath, as well, for much the same reason. He smoothed his mane out to one side, emerging and walking into the kitchen to grab his beer. This time, he took a deep swig of it, walking over to the living room to plop down on the floor in front of the sofa. He spread his legs and began to braid his tail. Stephen took closer to twenty minutes, which was just as well, since it gave Charlie time enough to work a loose fishtail braid into his tail, the gentle fade from white close to his ass to black at his feet working nicely for a change.

He kept sucking deep gulps of beer as he sat, gritting his teeth together until the bitterness was washed away. Stephen came into the living room with him, utterly quiet in the way that wolves somehow always managed to be. He sat up on the couch behind Charlie, watching quietly as he put the finishing touches on his braid.

"You don't have any hair ties around, do you?" Charlie asked. "I didn't think to bring any."

"Lemme go look," Stephen said, padding off. He returned with a single black tie. "Found one on my mom's vanity." Charlie took it, wrapping the end tightly until it bristled. "Wanna watch something on TV?" Stephen asked. It had grown dark between the combination of the withering hours of light that fall brought and the storm clouds roiling overhead. Rain flecked the driveway, a few errant droplets landing on the windows when the wind blew especially hard. It was going to be a pretty solid storm.

"Sure," Charlie said. Stephen rose to get the remote. "You wanna light a fire, too? Might be nice with the rain coming."

"Yeah," Stephen said. "I don't really know how, my parents usually do that."

"It's easy," Charlie said, rising up and walking over to the fireplace. There was a neat wooden box next to it, with nice, dry firewood stacked inside, newspapers rolled up at the back. He drew one of the newspapers out, tying it into a loose knot before laying it in the fireplace. He piled some scraps from the wood box atop it, lighting the newspaper with a match. It caught quickly, the kindling following shortly thereafter. A few minutes spent stacking increasingly larger pieces of wood atop the crackling pile, and Charlie sat back on the floor in front of the couch. He relished in the feeling of his heavy tail swinging behind him, knowing he'd made his ass more easily visible as he sat down right in front of Stephen.

"Wanna see Apocalypse Now? Kind of a commitment, but I haven't seen it," Stephen said.

"Yeah I'm down," Charlie said softly. He leaned back, as Stephen lowered the Hue lights and turned up the volume on the TV. The fire's warmth began to fill the room as the movie began. On-screen, helicopters swirled overhead as a gravelly voice began to narrate. Charlie nearly jumped as he felt fingers in his mane, but he quickly relaxed as Stephen gently massaged his head, circling around his ears absentmindedly. After a good while of that, Charlie rose to the couch, sitting closely next to Stephen. Nervous, Charlie sat stock-still. It felt ridiculous to be nervous physically next to someone whose cum he'd happily doused himself with just a day prior, but here he was. It was an important moment; it would be the difference between a chance, horny hookup to release stress, and something more meaningful.

Stephen placed his hand, palm-up, on Charlie's leg. Charlie took his hand, fingers meshing tightly together. It felt warm. Charlie snuggled in closer to the wolf, leaning tight up against his friend's shoulder. Again, they sat still, letting the newness of the feeling subside. Charlie took charge next, turning and placing a kiss on Stephen's cheek. He let out a soft breath as he did so, watching the wolf squirm gently under the touch. Their eyes met for a brief moment, and Charlie laughed nervously. Stephen's hand met his jaw with a light touch, guiding his head back towards him until their eyes met. Their lips were soon to follow, nobody breathing. Soft fur against soft lips. Charlie was spilling out of his sheath by that point, and he had no doubt that Stephen was doing the same.

They pulled apart for a moment, a single glistening strand connecting their mouths, broken as Charlie sat back a few inches. They both breathed, staring at one another. Stephen crawled forward, pushing Charlie onto his back on the couch. He sat on Charlie's hips, straightening his back to peel his shirt off. Charlie just watched: watched the wolf's sleek body appear from beneath the cloth, watched as the wolf descended upon him. They sat head to head, Stephen's weight spreading across Charlie's broad chest. Stephen kissed behind Charlie's ears, sending shivers down his spine despite the warmth of the fire. They kissed again and again and again, growing rougher each time. Charlie absentmindedly thrust his hips gently beneath Stephen, watching the wolf rise and fall as he did so, hearing his breathing quicken above the sounds of their lips.

Stephen snuck his tongue between Charlie's dark lips, and met the horse's with slightly reserved greed. Charlie gently greeted Stephen, breathing the buttery warmth of the wolf's breath as deeply as he dared, drawing great lungfuls as his eyes lay closed. He felt the wolf's hands on his back, fingers digging into his shoulder blades, the wolf's muscles tightening little by little as the kiss grew deeper and more intense. Charlie took a deep breath, steeling himself before reaching down and wrapping both hands on the wolf's hips, fingers splayed over his lower back. He inched himself backwards until he could support his neck on the arm of the couch, the kiss breaking momentarily, a single shining strand connecting the two lover's mouths. Stephen leaned back, drawing his sweatshirt and tee shirt off his body in one smooth movement, casting it to crumple on the floor in front of the fire. Charlie smiled, resting his head back and folding his arms behind his head so he could get a better look at the upperclassman's toned body. Stephen wiggled his hips on Charlie's, feeling the ever growing firmness on his teammate's groin. He worked his fingers under the horse's shirt hem, drawing up to reveal a strong stomach and chest. Charlie writhed for a moment, casting his shirt to lay next to Stephen's.

The two of them again met one another, this time Charlie shaking as their bare torsos met in a sudden burst of warmth. The fire crackled merrily beside them, Stephen planting a deep kiss on the draft's mouth, licking his broad lips before sitting up and clambering off his friend. He silently padded to the other corner of the room, clicking a few buttons on a stereo system. Gentle lo-fi music began softly, increasing as the wolf slowly turned the volume knob until the room was filled with a thick, smooth sound. As he returned to the couch, he bent down, drawing his pants off his body, stepping out of them and his underwear in one fell swoop.

Charlie sat up, working towards getting out of his pants. He was too slow, too nervous to properly get his accoutrements off before Stephen had arrived. The wolf knelt between the big horse's legs, pushing his broad hands away from the knot holding his joggers up. He took over, lavishing in the slow draw of the nylon string until the bow popped free, the athletic pants loosening on the horse's waist. He snuck a few fingers beneath the band around Charlie's ass, tugging it down. The horse bucked his hips upwards to help, his friend pulling aggressively until the pants and briefs were bunched about his bent knees. Charlie's full length sprung free into the air, seeming to breath deeply now that it was no longer imprisoned within his clothing. He sighed deeply, all extremities tingling, heart pounding.

Stephen gave him no respite, however. He drew the last bit of the horse's clothing off, socks and all, before snuggling in between his legs. Stephen awkwardly reached to cup Charlie's heavy balls, laughing as he craned his arm around.

"Should've gone for these before I got between your legs," he said, letting Charlie go. Charlie squirmed to make room for his friend's arm, spreading his legs wide. Stephen stopped him, pulling his legs back together. "I think I can figure it out," he said, leaning forward until his nose was pressed against Charlie's leathery sheath, tongue slowly sneaking out to lap at his balls. The cold nose shocked Charlie, but the warm tongue quickly placated him. In a move that surprised even himself, he let out a deep moan. Stephen let a breath out through his nose--a gentle laugh. His licking intensified, and he gently wiggled his nose against Charlie's sheath. He squeezed the wolf's flanks with his legs, nervous energy making its way out of his system as he struggled to relax into the feeling of a hot mouth working over his manhood.

Stephen reached his arms up, resting them on Charlie's thighs as his hands made for the horse's thick length. Fingers found their mark, and Charlie leaned back into the couch ever harder as Stephen slowly began stroking his teammate just below the thick medial ring. Charlie watched carefully as his teammate closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and took as much of one of Charlie's massive balls into his mouth as he could. The wolf's tongue swirled round and round, lips gently squeezing, mouth gently sucking. Much as he tried to resist it, Charlie's cock throbbed once, swelling up in Stephen's hands. It let out a thick drop of pre-cum which slowly rolled off the tip of his erection, landed on his stomach, and left a glistening bridge between his length and his torso.

"Holy shit," Stephen breathed. "You're fucking huge." Charlie could feel his face flush, and he cast his eyes to the side.

"Too big?" he asked quietly.

"I think it's fucking hot," Stephen replied, rising up on his knees, the cool air slowly drying Charlie's balls where his teammate's mouth had darkened them. Charlie leaned forward suddenly, his mouth meeting Stephens. He could taste the saltiness of himself on the wolf's lips. Again, he throbbed. Stephen pushed Charlie back onto the couch. "You've swallowed my cum more than enough, I want to taste you," he said, grabbing the horse's balls aggressively as he leaned forward into his crotch.

Stephen took Charlie's length into both hands, rising up again on his knees as he shuffled in closer. He stroked for a few moments, gently drawing the skin tight before rising back up towards his friend's tip. His eyes were wide in amazement. "Never seen a horsecock up close like this before..." he started, trailing off. Another thick drop of pre-cum welling up at Charlie's tip. Charlie watched as his friend licked the droplet off his cock ever so slowly. He came back for more, again licking around the top. He moved down to the underside of Charlie's shaft, licking slowly, warm breath blossoming on its mottled surface.

Without warning, he took the tip into his mouth. It was clearly a mouthful; Stephen's cheeks puffed a little, and he had to stop every now and again to pant through his nose. It was more than Charlie had ever imagined. He'd always expected he'd live a life of getting his partners off before masturbating onto them. Unless he dated another horse, of course, but there weren't many of those at Fairfax Regional.

Stephen was a master of his craft, gulping greedily around the broad head. At one point, Charlie saw his friend's tongue come out of his mouth, licking as far down as he could before pulling up and off.

"There are some benefits to being canine," Stephen said, panting for a few minutes. He leaned back forward to start again, but Charlie intercepted him with a hand, drawing his muzzle up to kiss him again.

"Thank you," Charlie said. "You don't have to do anything crazy, you know that." Stephen nodded, planting a wet, salty kiss on the horse's mouth before wrapping his hands around his cock and diving as deeply as he could. Charlie felt his friend gag heavily, felt his ribs swell up between his legs, felt himself deep in his friend's hot throat. Stephen withdrew him from his mouth, coughing a couple times. Thick strands of Stephen's spit connected his panting mouth to Charlie's glistening length, gravity slowly drawing them to land on Stephen's and Charlie's laps. "Holy shit," Charlie said. Stephen didn't let up, again diving as deep as he possibly could, deeper still than the last time. Again, he gagged, but he didn't let up. He gulped greedily, stuck his tongue out as far as it would go again. He hadn't reached Charlie's medial ring with his tongue, but it was so much more than he'd ever expected.

Stephen took a break, collapsing on the horse's thighs, thick strands of his spit falling to the floor as he struggled to catch his breath. "Unreal..." Charlie said, patting his friend's head.

"How are you that fucking thick?" Stephen rasped, wiping his mouth on his hand. They sat like that for a few moments, before Stephen shakily stood up. "I'll be right back."

After a minute or two, the wolf returned. He was completely nude, and had a large bottle in his hand. It was, clearly, lube.

"You wanna fuck me?" Charlie asked, sitting up in his seat. He was excited, if not a bit downtrodden that Stephen hadn't made him cum. He supposed it was closer than ever before, but still.

"No. I'm horny as fuck, a little bit buzzed, and I want you. In my ass," Stephen said, settling back onto his knees. Charlie's heart jumped for the hundredth time that evening. "Now!" Stephen added, bending forward onto all fours, popping open the bottle of lube, and dripping a healthy stream between his ass to drip slowly onto the floor. Charlie dropped to the floor beside him, pushing the coffee table out of the way with one strong arm. Stephen handed off the bottle of lube, watching over his shoulder as Charlie wrapped his hand around the tip of his shaft, dripping an immense amount of lubricant into the little pool his hand formed above his tip. He brought his hand downwards, and with it a torrent of clear lube.

"You're sure?" Charlie said, shuffling himself forward until his thighs touched the backs of Stephen's.

"MM-hmm," Stephen said, digging his fingers into the carpet as Charlie stroked his length, now gleaming and dripping. Charlie pointed himself towards Stephen's clearly-visible pucker. He marveled at it for a moment. It was, frankly, beautiful. He touched his tip up to it, watched Stephen shiver. He pushed and pushed and pushed, watching as Stephen rocked forward on his hands and knees, hanging his head before gently pushing back towards Charlie's advance. Charlie's length bent ever so slightly, the impossibly tight hole of his teammate resisting with all its might until, with an explosion of ecstasy, Stephen managed to relax himself enough for the horse's tip to suddenly disappear within the wolf.

Startled, Charlie and Stephen both froze. Stephen let out a pitiful whimper, his ears slicked back tight against his head. It hurt, and it hurt like a bitch. Maybe, Stephen thought, if he could just suffer through for a minute or two, he could get used to it. Charlie didn't dare move, watching in equal parts horror and arousal as Stephen forced himself back on the horse's massive length. He lost about another half inch within the wolf before he yelped, pulling forward aggressively. Charlie drew backwards, the gentle swell of his dick head sticking the two lovers together.

"I..." Stephen started, shaking. "I can't." Charlie nodded, placing a hand on his friend's hips and pulling until he audibly popped out of the wolf's ass. Stephen collapsed, his poor tortured hole making intermittent sounds as it worked overtime to regain its composure, the copious amounts of wet lube clicking each time he convulsed. Charlie dropped next to him, whispering nervously.

"Are... Are you ok, man?" Charlie asked, placing a hand on the wolf's flank.

"Yeah, just... fuck," Stephen said. "I'd been practicing with my dildo all fucking week, but it's nothing compared to your size," he panted.

"It's chill, man, I appreciate you trying but if you're not ready, you're not ready."

"Don't know until you try," Stephen replied. Charlie shrugged, propping himself up and leaning against the couch. His erection was as firm as ever, and he was fighting off inappropriate thoughts of holding Stephen down and fucking him until he was loose enough. He knew it was wrong, but he'd been so pent up that he couldn't help entertain the thought. "I think I'm good," Stephen said after a solid ten minutes of not moving, sitting up and wincing. "Definitely not going to walk straight tomorrow. I still want your cum, stud," he said, placing a hand on the still-wet length of Charlie's erection.

"Here, I have an idea," Charlie said. "Get on all fours again--no, I'm not going to go back inside you. Unless you really misbehave." He positioned himself just the same as before, this time dripping even more lube out onto himself and Stephen's ass. He pressed himself tight up against his friend, grabbing ahold of his hips. He wedged his throbbing cock between Stephen's cheeks, grinding forcefully forward. Stephen moaned, and pressed firmly back against him.

"Good idea," he breathed, flexing his legs to rub up and down on Charlie. The two went at it like that for a few minutes, Charlie becoming increasingly more and more aroused. He could feel his cum welling up within himself, could feel himself losing control. He pressed harder and harder against Stephen, Stephen pressing harder and harder against him.

With little warning, Charlie's tail flagged and he let out a thunderous whinny. Stephen moaned, his own hand wrapped tightly around his wolf cock. Charlie's first blast cleared the entirety of Stephen's body--one long line from ass to snout--even splattering onto the hardwood floor beyond the wolf. His second shot was larger, but traveled less distance. On and on he came, eyes screwed shut, oblivious to the painting he was bestowing upon his friend.

Stephen came at the same moment Charlie did, listening to the sound of the massive cock convulsing, listening to the sounds the lubricant made as his friend emptied himself onto his back. The two came together for what felt like an eternity, the heat from the fire helping to work Charlie into a slight lather as he finished up his enormous cumshot with the thick gel plug endemic to his prehistoric ancestors. They collapsed together, again, in a broad puddle of cum, drool, sweat, and lubricant. And it was incredible. Charlie wrapped Stephen tightly in his arms as the two boys slowly softened, spooning as they bathed in the warm afterglow of new teenage sex.