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They tried to get me to sit shotgun, which I successfully declined after attempts to. Not that it didn't make sense - I was the driver's mate, so according to intergalactic law I was entitled to shotgun. But I got in plenty of face-time with Thrad, and by now I knew my bull pretty well. I sensed that Thrad and Dominic had some sort of catching up to do. My aim was to give them the space to work out whatever it was they needed to. Admittedly I did have an ulterior motive for that, it just wasn't a sexual one. Admittedly, that is quite odd for me.

I wanted to be part of this family. Had I really become so comfortable with me and Thrad as to consider us family? And how did I make such a quick turnaround anyway? I had gone from the sexual promises of tonight, into a chaotic sexual and emotional mishap, and now I was headed to a nice, family dinner. All of this in the span of perhaps only an hour.

And in that time I had somehow become comfortable enough in myself, and in my relationship, that I was looking forward to a family dinner as much as I had looked forward to sex. That's how Thrad and I began. It was certainly how we'd continue for as long as we were together. And for so long I was in denial about my feelings towards him, because I didn't want to risk emotions messing up a good thing. But just in the past hour some sort of switch flipped. Definitely for me, at least. And I knew that Thrad was feeling that too.

The two of us were in love. And he was introducing me to his brother for the first time. And coming from Thrad, that sort of thing did not happen.

It wasn't just a big step in our relationship. It was enormous. It was nearly as monumental as saying "I love you", which gave tonight all sorts of emotional punch. That's what I was considering in the back seat, while Thrad and Dominic talked about whatever they wanted - I honestly wasn't listening. But I wasn't only thinking about my relationship, and the turns the night had taken. I let my mind drift and wander around, which was no doubt some sort of coping mechanism to help calm myself down. For instance, I noticed again how tall Dominic was. Yet his head still didn't brush the ceiling of Thrad's truck. I hadn't ever considered before that larger species (or at least, larger individuals) would naturally need a larger car. Point being, there was absolutely no way my towering brother-in-law could fit into a four door sedan. The thought of a massive, cramped up creature hunched in and trying so desperately to drive something so small made me laugh. Which unfortunately brought the conversation to me.

"What's so funny?" Thrad asked. I caught his eye in the rear view mirror. I was relieved to see a certain light in him. It had noticed that light when I first started staying overnight. Then there was a month or two of unspoken bliss between us. We were just happy to have found each other, in whatever connection it was that we had. But the light had dulled after our first night with chastity. We had record breaking, tender sex that night. And that elevated our relationship and feelings for each other, to an uncomfortable level. Then Thrad hit the breaks, which made me pump on them too. We'd flown too close to the sun that night, and I really didn't want emotions to mess up that good thing. But then, Thrad wasn't just good in my life - he was great. And I'd be all sorts of lost without him. So I was happy enough to just be sex buddies again. So long as I didn't lose him to something so simple as accidentally making love to each other.

But now I saw that the light had sparked back on. He wasn't holding himself back anymore. His eyes were being truthful with me, about how he felt towards me. But more importantly, I saw in them that he was being truthful with himself. Whatever it was that Thrad had gone through in his life, whatever it was that instilled in him a certain distaste for love, he was over it now. Or at least, a little less afraid of it. But then, I really didn't know all that much about my bull when it came down to it. Not that any of that stuff mattered. I loved him, and all of his pieces. It'd be nice to know how he came into those pieces, sure. But I loved him either way, and at least for now that was enough.

And shamelessly, that was so much of why I was excited about tonight. Thrad had difficulty opening up to me, but it seemed he and Dominic were as open as could be. I could gleam a lot from them. If not from any stories they might tell or discuss, then at least from their mannerisms alone. What exactly was their history together? What had they experienced together? What had Thrad been up to all his life?

"Silver?" Thrad prompted. I was aware that I'd just been looking at him through the mirror. He had to glance from me to the road, then back to me, then back to the road. I have no idea how many time he had to redirect his gaze. But no matter the number, it was awkward and far too high.

"Sorry." I said lamely. "Lost in thought, I guess." "About what?" I smiled. "Nothing much."

Thrad grunted and turned back to the road. Then he and Dominic picked up conversation again, and for a moment my ears perked up. But it was small-talk, so I let my mind wander again. It lingered on our relationship for a time. Then, given the circumstances, it directed to thoughts about family. Then I was thinking about my family. I wouldn't say that it soured my mood, that's too strong a way to put it. It was more like it dulled my mood. Home life wasn't ever all that bad. It just, wasn't good. And certainly it wasn't like the home life I had now. Or at least, it wasn't at all like the life I'd come to experience in my time with Thrad.

This is what family was supposed to be like. It came easily and naturally to us, especially now that our secret had been let out. Mom had been fine, dad was reserved, and my siblings were okay I guess. But I had always felt different, and not just because I was gay. Maybe it's that I was more emotional than my family seemed to be. Or at least, I wasn't afraid of my emotions. And I didn't try to control them, nor did I let them control me. I had always worked in tandem with myself, and whatever emotions I was feeling at the time. But with Thrad I felt the strength of being an emotional unit. I knew him, and I knew I could trust him. That meant I could let my guard down, and really let my center of emotions expand. I felt more whole with Thrad. I was bigger with him. That made me realize how comparatively small I'd been.

I wondered how things would be different if I had had a different start. I like to think that I'd learned emotional trust fairly early in life. At least, I had learned trust in myself. But my attempts to reach out hadn't been met at all. Yet I still I kept reaching out for others. And finally, with Thrad, I had someone in my life who was reaching back. He loved me. Not just physically, but like I was a family member myself.

That meant the world to me. I hadn't realized the implications until just then, in the back seat of that truck, tuning out some conversation which didn't pertain to me - because I had something big going on. I had more than just a sense of family in Thrad. It was like I had family for the first time in my life. And I must have had more baggage about family than I realized, because I started to push that intimate thought from my mind. Then I pushed that thought out of my mind, and kept thoughts of my new family intact. Then, shamelessly, I started to cry.

It was only a few gentle tears, but it was crying all the same. I was happy, is all. And sometimes happiness (or all emotions, really) showed itself in interesting ways. I wasn't ashamed of it, and I didn't try to hide it. Instead I let myself feel it. I relished in it.

All too soon we were at the restaurant. We stepped out of the car, and shut the car doors. And then Dominic caught my eyes.

"Woah, Silver, are you okay?" He asked. I wiped away my tears, and told him I was fantastic, and he looked at me curiously, as though to appraise me. "You sure?" He asked. "I'm positive." "Cool." He said. But I got a lot out of that simple response. It was like he had weighed me, and judged me, and saw me to be good.

And I judged him in return. Thrad was my family. And Dominic was Thrad's family, which made Dominic my family as well. I guess that made him my brother, and I saw him that way. By all rights he should have still counted as a stranger. I hardly knew the guy. But looking at him now, it seemed like I had known him for far longer than that. And maybe, in some way, I had.

On the way inside Thrad could tell something was off about me. We walked close together, and I looked up at him with big, trusting eyes. Without thinking about it too much I reached for his hand. This marked one of a precious few times we'd ever gone out together. Our evenings had always consisted of sex, sex, and more sex. With an agenda like that there just wasn't much time to consider leaving the house - why on earth would we? And holding hands in public sent a big signal, not to mention that we were both males. And this was to say nothing about the fact that he was four times my size, and clearly at least twice my age.

But Thrad smiled a big smile, and he took my hand proudly. I marveled at that. It somehow cemented everything I already knew. We were together, alright, and unafraid of it, too. No matter what happened we knew we had each other. In that light it was like nothing else mattered. Not people's perception of us, or their scorn or even concern. It would probably be alarming for people to see us together like this. I was so damn small next to him, and given my slight frame I really did look like I was sixteen or so. By basically every standard that made our relationship extremely taboo. But neither of us cared about that. And Dominic didn't care either. In fact, he seemed entirely supportive, which was as alien to me as anything else in the night had been. According to my radar they both had difficulty expressing emotions, Thrad moreso. But they were astoundingly wholesome at the same time. It was a dynamic I could hardly account for, but I was grateful for it. I felt at home with it.

We did get an extremely guarded look from the restaurant host. She wanted so badly to say something about me and Thrad. I could see it on her lips. But Thrad and Dominic were the two most imposing men I had ever seen. One was a tall and broad wall of muscle. The other was a veritable tower, also comprised of muscle. It took a lot of fortitude to say something in that situation, so she seated us without an issue, though perhaps with an uneasy conscience about it. She clearly didn't care for whatever was going on between us. But we didn't care either.

As for dinner, it was perfectly lovely. They talked about past relationships, which I was attentive towards but had nothing to add. They talked about careers, and I learned for the first time what exactly it was that Thrad did for a job. Again, I had nothing to add. Then they talked about sexual exploits, which made my ears blush something fierce. That conversation I could have added a lot to, but I'd never discussed sex in public (even though we were in a fairly private booth), so I was too nervous and bashful to say much. It was one thing to discuss exploits in which you were the one fucking. It seemed like typical bro talk, as though it wasn't quite so gay if you were the one on top. Not that they thought that way, or that there was anything wrong with being gay. It just seemed like it would be different to talk in public about how much dick I'd taken in my ass, or how much I loved (seriously,loved) cum, however much there was, and wherever about or within me it ended up.

Then Thrad made a pivotal and damning move.

Maybe he'd forgotten my tendencies, and the power he held over me. Maybe he'd forgotten my inclinations. In light of the bizarre night we'd had up to that point, I had forgotten them myself. So I couldn't blame Thrad for putting his hand on my thigh. It was a simple enough gesture. He probably just meant to help calm me down, since he could tell I felt a little out of my element. It was a nice reminder that we were together, and that even if I felt awkward everything was okay. But it felt like that meme you see online, with Doctor Strange's face in the wall. Thrad's hand on my thigh was a simple spell. But quite an unbreakable one.

As ever, my sexual drive knew no bounds. It had precious little sense of propriety. To be honest it was astonishing that I'd quieted it enough to redirect our night away from the supposed threesome it was intended to be. But I felt Thrad's hand atop my thigh, and it was close but so far away. So I shifted myself instantly, on such a strong instinct that I couldn't stop myself if I tried. I spread my legs just enough, and Thrad's hand landed on the inside of my thigh. He was closer, then, but still so far away from target. But he was more than close enough.

I don't know if they noticed that I had transcended the table we were sitting at. I forgot the plate of food before me, and the conversation that was going on. As happened so often, I even forgot myself. I wanted his hand on me, properly. With such a simple move he had awoken me. And now I was comfortable with Dominic's presence as well. So there was nothing holding me back from the everything I had cultivated in myself for the past year, almost two. And I shifted again, less subtly this time, and Thrad chuckled at the movement - and he blessedly put his hand on my crotch.

And then, even given this irretractable development, I somehow had remembered the wine. They had let me steal sips now and then throughout dinner. But while I had remembered the wine, I had still forgotten myself. So I reached for Thrad's glass, and gulped well over half of it down. Maybe I wanted to quell the fire within me. Maybe I wanted to stoke it up. But I had to do something about the intense spike of passion I was feeling, and a glass of wine seemed like a fine enough choice. Then Thrad laughed, and Dominic raised an extremely high eyebrow. But I hardly noticed either.

It had happened unbelievable fast. I had gone from zero to well over a hundred in an instant. It might have been my response to over stimulation. I was exhausted with all the new emotional energy I'd been feeling. And I recharged explosively in one particular way. Even hinting at it was apparently enough to rocket me into the stratosphere. But I think I was generally charged from the events of the night. I'd anticipated this night for a week now. I had gone down on Thrad to help get him in the mood. I'd teased at them both, Dominic had felt at my package, and I had nearly felt at his. I felt now that that sexual tension had never entirely left me. I had simply masked it, or miraculously set it aside. It wasn't right to express at the time. There was more development that needed to be done first. For the first time in my career, earlier in the night just wasn't the right time for sex. But now we were comfortable. Thrad and Dominic were comfortable with each other, I was now comfortable with Dominic, and I was certainly comfortable with Thrad. And I trusted him completely. If he was comfortable with feeling his boy-toy up in a restaurant, then it must be safe. After all, who would fuck with a beast of a man like Thrad?

Now Dominic's eyebrows were both high with surprise. I had been grinding against Thrad's hand without realizing it - but once I did realize it, I didn't care to stop. I wasn't sure that I could. But Dominic's eyes held more than surprise. They were a little disbelieving, and astonished, and wanting. To me it looked like he saw that the legends were true. Whatever it was that Thrad said about me, they seemed to be confirmed in Dominic's eyes. Then I looked up at my bull, and he was looking down at me, and I saw pride in him. He loved this part of me, which was fortuitous, to say the least. It encompassed so much of me that it was practically the only part that I had.

Except for my dick, of course. That was a very distinct part that I had, and it was the only one that I noticed. I was hard now, which wasn't altogether unusual. It would have been unusual for me to not be hard. And this time I didn't have to readjust my position, Thrad did it for me. He moved his hand to just the right angle, so I could grind my shaft against him. I was pressing a little uncomfortably against my jeans, and I wanted to adjust myself, and I nearly did. Then the idiot bull pulled his hand away.

"I think we should move this back to my place." He said. "Yeah, that sounds good." Dominic said. But his tone said that his words were an understatement. It didn't just sound good. It sounded like the best idea he'd heard in his life.

And this, I am a little ashamed to admit. But the only response I had was to moan. And Thrad looked more proud, and Dominic's wonder (and want) deepened, and the check took far too long to arrive. I was in an all-consuming haze, and Thrad had to specifically stop me from drinking all of the rest of the wine.

"Careful kitten." He admonished lightly. He was my mate now, but he'd probably always be a bit of a protector as well. I suppose I was grateful for that. But I was extremely horny, and if he wasn't going to feel me up then I had to address it somehow. But instead I sat in agony, flooded with a desire I had no way to sate. I was being horrendously teased, far more than I ever could be back at Thrad's place, in his bed or on his couch. I knew my behavior was ludicrous. I knew I lacked any sense to reign myself in. Maybe I lacked the ability to. If I was looking at myself two years ago, I'd call myself an irresponsible deviant. And maybe I was one. But I couldn't care less. I just wanted to be in Thrad's grasp, or to feel Dominic's hand running all over me, and spreading apart my cheeks, and god I needed anything at all.

I was become a creature of instinct. I was feral in my own way. Later in life I might learn to control these desires, and the impulses I sometimes felt. But for the past two years I had done nothing but cultivate those instincts. I gave into them every chance that I got. I had adopted them into myself, to such a degree that they practically were myself. So it was natural that they overwhelmed me. They were me.

By the time the bill was paid I had come down just enough to feel a tinge of shame. Had I spoiled some sort of family dinner just because an electric hand was set on my crotch? Was I really so needy that I couldn't contain myself for even another thirty minutes, at most? I couldn't explain it, and I didn't exactly feel regret for how I responded to Thrad's touch. But I was certainly becoming embarrassed at having caused a scene. There weren't many patrons in our section of the restaurant, so probably nobody realized what was going on save for the waitress who took care of our check. She was more nonchalant than the hostess had been. Surely she must have sensed my deprivation. But she didn't care - she probably just wanted to get a good tip from the table. And who could blame her? I needed a really good tip myself.

When we got to the truck I moved to take the back seat again, as I felt I had some simmering to do. And Dominic moved to take shotgun, and Thrad came up with a blessed idea.

"Dominic, why don't you take the back seat with Silver?" He proposed. Then the two of them had another one of their unspoken communications. It was the sort which was cultivated through decades of knowing each other, and by all rights it should have been impossible to read. But I noticed it, and I thought that I maybe picked up on its meaning. And I was bashful about it, and hoping what I sensed was true, but I didn't dare to dream it. If my suspicions came to fruition it would be a godsend. Too good to be true. But my breath caught in my chest as I sidled over, giving Dominic room to sit next to me.

His form next to me was massive. And his hand on my crotch was massive as well.

I moaned again, and leaned into the stallion next to me. My read had been correct, and the dream realized. My instincts had betrayed me when we first started to fool around. At the time I wasn't sure I could trust Dominic, and I sprang away from his touch. But we were all in a better space now, and we were all perfectly in sync. I had given off extremely clear signals of where my heart and crotch were at. And they had met me exactly. It was a trend I hoped would continue throughout the night. And if the drive back to Thrad's was any indication, it certainly would.

At the beginning of our time in the back seat, Dominic matched me gesture for gesture. I ground against his hand, and in equal portion he rubbed at my crotch. His hand felt at me through my jeans, and again I was completely hard. This time I did reach down, under my pants, to adjust how my member pressed. When I removed my hand Dominic took his cue. He also reached underneath my pants, or tried to. I wore tight jeans as a rule - probably much more tight than I should be. There wasn't a lot of room for my cock, and when I got hard there was no hiding it. I could only just work my hand underneath to adjust myself, and Dominic's hands were far larger than mine. He couldn't get more than a few fingers under the waistband and I growled in frustration. I undid the button in haste, and undid the zipper, and adjusted my legs and torso for access. But Dominic stayed respectful, to whatever degree he could. He didn't reach under my briefs, although I desperately wanted to. But he had the right idea - and his fingers wrapped around my cock.

I thrust into his hand, and moaned. I leaned more fully into him, and took note of how his chest felt different than Thrad's. Leaning into a tower was different than leaning into a wall. His muscles were different against my back and side, and again his scent came to me in a powerful way. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me, and I kissed him. He didn't invade my mouth with his tongue like Thrad did, but he picked up on my state when I started licking his mouth. Then he used his tongue to feel my mouth too, and still my desperation grew.

Dominic tasted every bit like I imagined. It was similar to how he smelled - somehow more lean than Thrad, but no less masculine for it. I ground against his hand again, and twitched my hips a little higher, and his hand reached first to my balls, then they reached further down. I moaned again, directly into his mouth, and still I moaned when he broke our kiss. I was panting in the back seat, as horny as I'd ever been in my life, all while my bull was watching enviously from the driver's seat. But he wasn't jealous at all, or defensive or protective. He was devious, and again he was a little proud. His little kitten was in heat. And just like always, Thrad would have me no other way.

I caught eyes with Thrad in the mirror just long enough to check in with him. Even now, deep in inexplicable lust, I needed to make sure he was okay. And his eyes told me he was more than okay, so I let myself loose just a little bit more. Okay, it was a lot more. I couldn't help myself.

I brazenly took Dominic's hand and put it beneath my briefs. He was holding me close now, with one hand wrapped comfortably across my chest, while the other explored my package properly. He tickled along the length of my cock, and lingered his finger on my small set of barbs. They were sensitive and I moaned again. He gave a slight chuckle, then moved on. He measured the size of my sack, which didn't come even close to filling his hand. Then, with his long fingers, he easily reached below my sack and started to circle and press at my taint.

We both must have grown frustrated with my garments at the same time. I raised up my hips, not to grant him better access to me so much as to undo my tail snap and slide down my briefs and jeans. At the same time he slid the front of them down, and soon they were both bunched together at my knees. My lower half was exposed, and it was about time.

But it wasn't quite enough for me, so I squirmed about his hand (which still didn't leave my crotch) as I slipped my pants off entirely. I pulled my shirt up as well, to expose my stomach and chest. Then Dominic helped me out by removing my shirt entirely. Then I was naked, but in a far more favorable stance than earlier in the night. Before the experience had been stilted and out of place. But this was nudity in the appropriate way. I was naked, but I had a hard cock and a strong hand between my legs. All was right with the world.

I had felt absurd getting horny in the restaurant. And earlier in the night I felt absurd laying on the couch naked in the company of two fully clothed men. And now I was completely naked in the back seat of my mate's truck, being manhandled by his best friend. And it was the most natural of situations I could imagine.

Now that I was naked I positioned myself a little bit away from Dominic's chest. I was sad to leave it, but I needed my rear at easier access for him. I held my leg a little up in the air so there was no barrier to my ass at all. What I didn't expect was for Dominic to take my leg as leverage to lift me up easily, to bring my rear to his mouth, and to start rimming me with his long, broad tongue.

I sighed and mewled, and relaxed and reveled. This was what I needed, even if I hadn't known it moments ago. He circled my hole sloppily, getting me slick with his spit. Then, with his strong tongue, he prodded at my hole. I was both practiced and relaxed, so I opened up to his prodding. Then his tongue was inside me.

Given the shape of his face, with his long nose and mouth, and given my slight frame, he could get extremely deep within me. It was both frightening and exhilarating when he opened his mouth as wide as he could and practically engulfed my entire groin with his jaw. His mouth reached up to my cock (but he didn't clamp down against it), and the only reason he couldn't take more of me was because my tail stopped him. But the vantage let him work his tongue well inside me. It was an impossible sensation I had never dreamed of, and one I would certainly never forget.

He must have had practice doing this exact thing, and I wondered if maybe his boyfriend had a slight frame like myself. His tongue rubbed and flicked easily at my prostate, which he found with expert precision. I writhed against his mouth, bucking my hips uselessly into the air. I wanted more inside of me - I wanted more tongue, more fingers, a dildo, a cock. I would take anything at this point. I just knew that I needed more. But propped up as I was, and lost as I was in my lust, I could hardly think of a way to express that. It would have to be enough to enjoy his tongue penetrating me, teasing me, tasting me. And enjoy it I did.

Precum started to drip easily from my cock, and it dribbled easily on my face. That served to send me deeper into my lust, because I was given easily to the fantasy of the stallion's cum on my face. The fantasy made me more of a slut than I already was, which was a challenge to consider. I was bent with my ass in the air, being rimmed, while naked, in the back seat of a moving truck. It didn't get much more slutty than that.

The only reason I finally came to was when I accidentally punctured Thrad's seats with my claws. I heard the pop and felt the light rip, and I retracted my claws immediately. And when I came to my senses I finally realized where I'd been. I was so deep in such an incredible lust that I was beside myself. What had just happened, what was still happening, was reality. It was a glorious reality. Yet it had enough absurd elements that I'd almost consider it a dream. A dream come true, perhaps, but a dream nonetheless.

I tapped Dominic twice on the thigh, which was a trick I'd learned with Thrad, but so far it seemed like a fairly universal sign. He let my lower half down instantly, gently. I had to take several large breaths to recompose myself. Meanwhile, Dominic's eyes held nothing but excitement. It appeared that the legends really were true after all. He saw now, with first hand experience, the lengths I would go to to get off. I really did enter another world when sex was involved. And I was so loathe to pull myself out of it. It's just that, I had put holes in my mate's car seats. That'll sober up even the horniest of twinks.

I sat up extremely sheepishly. My eyes were still wide with disbelief at what had just happened. And I was deeply lamentful that it had come to a premature end. But perhaps that was for the best, because we were surely approaching Thrad's place, and a couch was probably more apt for rimming and (hopefully) fucking than the back seat of a truck was. But Thrad didn't seem to see it that way.

"Why did you stop?" He asked. He was using his dominant tone. It wasn't so much a question as to why we stopped. It was more like a command that we keep going. "I, uh. Got too into it." I said. I almost admitted to putting holes in his seat, but I didn't know how he'd react so I kept my response vague. But in either case, it still felt lame. "Well, get back into it." He said.

We exchanged glances in the mirror again, and had an unspoken communication of our own. I still didn't admit what had happened, but he sensed a certain amount of shame from me. But he assured me that it was okay. No matter how passionate I got, he wanted me to keep going. And he knew full well what that might entail. When I got horny I got really horny, and sometimes there was collateral damage. I'd put holes in his furniture before, so in all likelihood he already knew what I'd done. And not only did he not care, he was encouraging me to do more. In our communication he said he was getting off on it. And he said that I didn't have to keep going if I didn't want to, but that he'd love it if I did.

But I wanted to keep going, so that brief communication was everything I needed. No holds barred. Time to go back in.

"Uh, Thrad?" Dominic asked. "We're taking the long way." He said.

Then nothing more was said, because nothing more had to be said. We all understood that this was happening, whatever this was, and to wherever lengths it would go. Then I thought about Dominic's own mythos, and his legendary length. Would we really fuck in Thrad's back seat like this? I didn't know. But I wanted to see it for myself, and now was as good a time as any. I moved my hand exploratorily to Dominic's thigh. Then he gave me explicit permission by setting my hand on his crotch.

Even though his jeans I could tell his package was immense. I felt a lot of give, so he certainly wasn't hard, but neither was he entirely soft. At least, he couldn't possibly be entirely soft, because even though his pants I could feel his sheer heft. Then I moved slowly but boldly, as though his cock might bite me if I came at it too fast. But I undid his jeans, and pulled down his fly. He helped me by scooting down his pants just enough to give me full access. I saw his bulge clearly then. Through his briefs I could see his heft as surely as I had felt it. And not knowing what exactly was in store, I slid his briefs down and took in his member for the first time.

To call him endowed was an understatement. I might have placed him at quarter chub, and already he looked nearly the length of Thrad's fully erect cock. That might have been an exaggeration, but I don't think it was.Thrad could reach into my throat even when he was soft, and that helped me to visualize how Dominic measured up. He would fit into my throat alright. More than that, I needed him in my throat. Not in the least because I figured this was my only chance at it. I knew horses were known for their length, and apparently Dominic was big even by equine standards. If he got hard there was no way I could deepthroat his entirety, and I wanted that experience under my belt. I wanted to be Silver, who could deepthroat a horse. And I would be.

My boldness continued as I fingered at his cock. It was a little spongy, as all semi-erect cocks are. But still I knew he was thick. It was impossible to tell how thick he would get when he was hard, or how that thickness would compare to Thrad. But regardless his cock felt like a sort of weapon as I ran my fingers along it. You could do a lot of damage with a cock like this. And I wanted it to.

I wrapped my hand around it and truly gauged his heft. Already his cock easily matched the weight of my entire package, and more. I was still naked, of course, and still perfectly hard. And as I had already known, I couldn't hold a candle to the member I held in my hand. His cock was only semi-erect, and still it engulfed mine with humiliating ease. And as I rubbed it I could feel it swell in my hand. It throbbed to life as blood continued to pump into it, and I knew that now was my chance.

I leaned myself towards his lap. I had to crouch down awkwardly to do it, with one knee resting on the floor of the truck, and my other leg splayed out awkwardly behind me. But it was the vantage I needed, and it set my throat to a reasonably clear angle from my mouth. And without preamble, without licking my way along his shaft or circling my tongue along his head, I took Dominic's dick into my mouth.

Just his head seemed to fill my mouth entirely. I couldn't take more than half of him before he bumped at the back of my mouth, begging entrance to my throat. But I lingered for a time, feeling the tip of his cock with my tongue. I worked it slowly, and tasted him. He had a bit of precum of his own, and it wasn't much different than what I'd come to expect from precum, even if it was my first taste of it from a horse. But I felt him swell again and time was running out. So I took a deep breath, and lowered myself further into his crotch.

Just like when I deepthroated Thrad's soft cock, Dominic's member sort of squished into place in my throat. It filled the space allotted to it, and then took more besides. I worked up and down his shaft a few times, edging it deeper inside me with every go. Then I pulled off just enough to refresh my supply of air. Then I lowered myself entirely on him. My nose was up against his crotch, buried in his pubic hair. I couldn't take a breath, of course, but I could smell him all the same. He was musky, and heavenly. And he was entirely lodged inside my throat.

I motioned my head lightly against his cock, giving him small sensations of sex along his entire member. Then I hilted him again and performed my signature move. I swallowed along his cock, begging it deeper inside me. And as he continued to grow he did actually reach deeper inside me, hitting a depth of my throat which Thrad never could. And Dominic moaned then, which put me two for two on the success of my signature move. He set his hands politely on the back of my head and pushed against me with his hips, feeling his entire cock in my mouth and throat, feeling my muscles contract and work along the bulk of his shaft. I encouraged him by pressing his hands firmly against my head. He took the signal and tightened his grasp on me, then started to raise and lower my head upon him.

It had a greater effect on me than when Thrad did it. Dominic was deeper inside me. When he raised and lowered me I felt that depth stretch in new ways. It was exhilarating, almost like I was deepthroating a cock for the first time. And even while he was fucking my throat I knew I wanted him in my ass. If deepthroating him felt new to me, I wanted to feel his entirety inside me. I wanted to feel his deep penetration, deeper than anything I'd felt before.

All while he was moving my head in conjunction with his hips I was swallowing along his cock. He was fucking me then, and I was doing my due diligence as the submissive bottom to get him off. But I didn't know Dominic's tempo. I couldn't gauge if he was close to cumming, and I didn't even know if I wanted him to. I wanted him to deposit his cum directly into my throat, or even my stomach, just as Thrad had done so many times in the past. But I also wanted to taste a stallion's cum for the first time. And I wanted to feel his cum on my face. I wanted it to make my fur sticky and messy, as a badge of pride for having gotten him off. And I wanted his cum in my ass as well.

Then, regretfully, I needed to come up for air. I tapped him twice, he let up immediately, and I pulled off his cock entirely with a solid, desperate gasp. I could see him fully now. He still didn't seem fully hard, but his cock was standing up more on its own now, which was impressive given its length. And I marveled at that length. He was much larger than Thrad already, even impossibly large. And I had taken all of it in my throat. I took a few more gasps of air to prepare myself, and nearly went down on him again. But then a question came to my mind, and it was a question I really disliked because it tended to spoil the mood, but I had to ask it all the same.

"Are you close?" I asked. I looked up at him, and I didn't even need a verbal confirmation to know that he was. "Yeah, I am." He said. I didn't respond then. I just took another big gasp of air, filling my lungs as much as I could - and I took in his length once more.

Even in the short time he had been out of my throat he had grown. I took him easily to the point he had been at before, and somehow I had found yet another inch or two I could still take in. In any other headspace it would have been daunting. I might even have considered it unsafe, because I'd never taken anything so long (or so wide, judging from how his erection was starting to fill out) in my throat before. I knew my stomach had to be in there somewhere, and I didn't know what it would feel like to take him that deep, or if that was even possible. But then I figured that sword-swallowers exist. So why shouldn't dick-swallowers exist as well?

Again I worked my way up and down on his cock. I pulled off the majority of his shaft to free my throat of him, then I fucked myself back down on his shaft. I continued to take him to that limit we had reached, and soon I realized that still he was growing. I had had an inch or two still to go. Now it seemed more like two or three. Then I had a moment of do-or-die. Could I get him off using only my mouth, throat, and my signature move? Almost certainly. But could I do it with his entire length inside of me? There was only one way to tell, and as usual my sex drive knew no bounds. I would pay close attention to what I was feeling, as I always did, especially when trying something new. And deepthroating a mainly erect stallion was certainly new to me. But I knew that I needed to try.

I didn't dare to pull of of him long enough to take an additional steeling breath. Instead I worked my jaw a little, attempting to widen it further which didn't really help. And I adjusted my body around his cock, working to get yet an additionally straight shot. That was met with a little more success, but the back seat was quickly becoming cramped, and there was only so much you could do. Then there was no more putting it off, and I lowered myself further along his cock.

The first inch went in fairly easily. He was thick now, and hard to take in. Yet it didn't feel quite so different from deepthroating him regularly. It was the first time that particular stretch within me had been forced open like that, to be sure. But it was well within my limits. So, too, did the second inch work its way in. Then I felt a barrier within me. It was utterly new territory for me, something I had never experienced, and never thought that I could. The head of his cock had reached my stomach, I just knew it.

I made more swallowing efforts along his shaft. And I heard him groan from the stimulation. He tried to thrust in me again but I held his hips firmly at bay. If we were going to do this it had to be on my terms. But if he really had been close to cumming before, I knew he had to be close now. In which case, this really was my one and only chance. I wanted to to this, and I wanted his cum in me, and I wanted it deep. I wanted it deeper than should be possible, but as it's sometimes said, sometimes a guy just wants the impossible. And right now I certainly did.

While swallowing on his length I noticed a sensation not entirely dissimilar. It felt like pushing out with your muscles when you were trying to get something to go into your ass. It opened you up, but instead of pushing something out you slip something in instead. And when I swallowed along his cock there was that similar sensation inside me. It was hard to quantify, and challenging to isolate. But it felt like each time I tried that barrier within me had a little more give to it. I explored the sensation a few more times, and started to press his head deeper inside me with every attempt. His head was pressing against me. It was maybe uncomfortable, but mainly it was just new. And most importantly, I sensed that that entrance within me could give way. I could take his cock to its base.

But I had to work fast, because the damned stallion was still growing. I had had an inch to go still, and now it seemed like an inch and a half. And I wanted it badly, and Dominic's breath was getting heavy because I still hadn't stopped with my signature move. And he was still trying to tweak his dick further inside me with gentle grinds with his groin, although he was careful to never press too hard against me. And I could feel that my air was just starting to run low. I still had time, but not much. It really was now or never.

I put my swallowing into overdrive. It had been a challenging skill to cultivate, but now I was pushing it to its limits. But each time I swallowed on his cock the barrier in me gave a little more way. And I pressed myself along his cock firmly, and I kept that pressure there. And with every swallow he reached a little more inside me. And I continued to press, and continued to swallow, and he continued to grind lightly, as much as he dared. And then the head of his cock was through, and I slid the rest of him easily inside. My head was firmly between the legs of a stallion, with my lips pressed firmly against his crotch. And he seemed to be nearly fully erect.

I pressed his hands firmly to the back of my head then, and he took his cue. He pulled out by a few inches, and I panicked when his head exited that sphincter in me. I was afraid my work was undone, especially when we met resistance when he tried to push back in. But I kept swallowing and soon he did work his way back inside. From then on he was careful not to pull out more than a few inches at a time, to keep the head of his cock lodged inside my stomach. I wasn't sure if he'd ever fucked into the stomach of a twink before. I wasn't sure if anyone had.

But fuck he did. He started to piston into my head, and he seemed to still be growing inside of me. It was hard to gauge, but it felt like with every thrust he reached somehow deeper inside me. And his breath picked up, and they became grunts and groans. And my breath was starting to run out, and in spite of myself I started to convulse, but still I kept myself pressed firmly upon him. I knew myself and my limits, and I knew how much time I had. I just hoped that Dominic could finish by then.

I started to measure time by the thrusts he was making inside of me. I could feel my meter of air draining in time with his movements. I figured I had not more than twenty thrusts or so before I was at my absolute limit, and I hoped he could cum in that time. But only a few thrusts in he changed tactics inside me. He pulled his head just to where that sphincter was and started to play upon it. He worked it along his head, using gentle motions to maximize pressure along that sensitive part of his member. And his grunts turned to growls, in the same hallmark of incoming orgasm which Thrad had. Then he forced me entirely onto his cock once again, and he roared. I had never imagined a horse to road before, but he did. And he thrust in me a few more times, even convulsed within me. And he had a deathgrip on my head. He had somewhat flipped onto me, and I felt his weight on my head. And his legs held my head firmly in place, locked exactly against his cock. I had no way to tell how long he was, but I knew it was impossibly deep inside me. And I couldn't swallow on his cock anymore, because those muscles just couldn't contract. Instead it was his dick which flexed within me, and made my throat contract in response to him, instead of the other way around.

The stallion was cumming inside me.

I could feel every throb, every pulse. It felt his need, his passion, his energy. I could practically feel his seed inside me. It was intoxicating. It was like taking a drink straight from the tap, but it was more fulfilling. I loved that there was no between space from his cock to my stomach. There was no swallowing, no drinking. I was nothing more than a receptacle for his cum, I was a plaything, a glorified cock sleeve. I was to be used for his pleasure and nothing else. I was a machine for sex. And I loved it.

His roar gave way to a sort of whinny, no doubt equivalent to a whimper if it was coming from me. And he twitched on my head a few more times, and flexed my head upon his cock once or twice more. He was working his well worn member inside of me, coming down from his orgasm. And I did relish in knowing that the result of that orgasm was now deep inside me, becoming part of me. My favorite part was that it was practically with no choice. My body took in his dick, to be certain. But I didn't have to swallow - I couldn't swallow. His seed had gone straight out of him, and directly into me. It got me horny as hell, and it might have gotten me hornier than ever (which was a really big thing to say), but I was exactly out of air.

I meant to tap him twice, but they were firm taps, to say the least. They might have been more like beats, as though I were a dom giving a submissive vigorous spanks. But instead I was the sub (one hell of a sub, mind), and I was letting him know in no uncertain terms that I needed out. Now.

He didn't just relinquish his hold on me, but he helped to eject me from his cock. He kept his firm grasp and pushed me off, only releasing me when his cock was entirely free. I took furious gasps of air. They were long, and deep, and desperate and needy. And I came to my senses more with every gasp of air, and soon I was able to take in the reality of what I had just done. Dominic was well hung, alright. The dude was freaking massive. And I had just deepthroated it all. Hell, that didn't come close to what I had just done. I don't think there was a word for being stomach fucked, but there really should be. Because I had done it. I had conquered a stallion's massive cock, using nothing but my upper body. My entire upper body, sure. But the pride was all the same.

I knew I was sloppy with spit and mucus. I had to look extremely disheveled, but I knew my satisfaction was plainly visible on my face. And Dominic's head was thrown back in a certain amount of ecstasy and post-orgasm glow. And I was in a glow of my own. And then I caught Thrad's eye, not in the mirror this time, but an actual, direct gaze.

He'd pulled over and I hadn't realized it (but of course, how could I?). And he was turned to face us, and I saw that his cock was out of his jeans. He'd been stroking himself, watching as I took in his friend to uncharted depths. I didn't stop rubbing himself as we made eye contact. His eyes told me that that was horny as fuck, that he was turned on as hell, and that he was ready for his turn. Not with my throat, but with my ass, and with all of me. And he wasn't done sharing me, because he had seen me work Dominic's dick inside my throat, and he wanted to see more.

My eyes gave him a clean and honest response. I would need a little bit of time to recover. But just give me ten minutes, and I'll be yours to use and abuse. And feel free to whore me out to your friend in whichever way you see fit.