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The House Party

Part three of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Dalarius

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Characters: Aurelius, Benji, Modest, Amethyst, Hubris, Ta'kom, Mitch and Zaggy.

"So, you having fun then?"

Dal snorted, rolling his eyes as he faced Amethyst, though the mare was hardly herself as he knew her. Sitting back on a chair that was rather worse for wear after the events of the night, she had one hoof propped up on it, a smirk on her lips as she jacked off a stallion that looked particularly needy next to her.

"Yeah... You could have given me a warning though!" He glared at her reproachfully, but that turned out to be rather difficult to do when they were both naked, his eyes drifting even against his will. "Fuck, Ammy... What? Seriously?"

"Oh, come on!" She laughed, the stallion beside her neighing as he lost control, though she directed the load at him, splashing his cock and balls with the cream of another male. "You had fun, clearly! I knew Aurel was around, he's always at these things. And he has this way of zeroing in on the newbies, it's uncanny. I knew you'd be fine."

Dal grunted, though a smirk pulled at his lips. Even on his face, it was not as conniving as hers, however.

"Don't you owe me something?" He shot back at her, ears pricked. "You could have warned me...but you didn't. So why don't you pay me back, hm?"

Amethyst grinned, standing up again with a hand on her hip, pushed out cockily.

"Little colts don't get to call the shots around me. But maybe you'd be better off down on your knees then."

He could have pushed back but it was far too easy too for him to slip to his knees, the mare easily resting a hoof up over his shoulder so that her sex pressed to his lips. It was a good height for them both, surprisingly, and he dipped his tongue inside her, shuddering at the sweetness of her arousal as it dripped onto his tongue.

"That's right, nice and deep... No slacking off now."

He trembled, cock achingly hard, though Dal could not spare it a thought as he ate her out. It was strange to swap so easily from mares to stallions and back again, but it seemed to be that kind of party and he leaned heavily into his bisexuality, losing himself in it in the best of ways. His thick, fleshy tongue pulled up and over her clit as the mare's arousal deepened, her pussy slick against his tongue as Amethyst rocked her hips more urgently up to meet him.

"Fuck... Well, can't say you're not good with your tongue!"

She grinned, flicking his ear even as the stallion grunted against her. If he hadn't been sandwiched between her legs, he would have shot her a glare, but it was hard to do that when he was suddenly so engaged in pleasing.

Yet the mare had something else in mind for him as she worked him down, more gently than she could have been, to the rug in the centre of the living area, the sofas having been pushed back against the walls and bookcases to make space. There and only there did she take his cock in hand, shoot him a wink and sink onto him.

He grunted, spearing up into her, giving as good as he got, now that he'd gotten his second wind, though pleasure overwhelmed him too easily. The mare groaned, head falling back as she rode his dick, Dalarius' hooves pressing down more urgently into the tougher carpet to grind up into her.

"Unff..." She grinned, breathless but not willing to give in yet. "You've got more in you than I thought... I'm impressed. And...ah...I don't say that easily, colt. Aren't you worried about going in bare on me and all these other mares? Or maybe you like the thought of seeding us all too..."

He trembled. That hadn't been in his mind before, but he wanted to keep going, his skin tingling, though Dal didn't know what to think about it. Intoxicating heat flooded his body and yet he knew that he had to keep going, had to keep thrusting, for the mare in question had not yet told him that he could stop. Another stepped forward, though he only caught a flash of her white coat and pink lips, the spark in her blue eyes, before she squatted over his head, presenting her tail hole and pussy to him to lick.

It focused his attention, even as it was constantly drawn back to the fact that there was no condom separating him from the mare's pussy, not from any of those that he had fucked so far. He didn't know what was going to come of that night, though the idea that breeding and foals appearing after such lustful equine parties made him grunt into the mare's pussy as he rimmed her and ate out her pussy, thrusting up more eagerly.

"Oh, I think he likes that, Eira!"

They laughed above him, but he was there in the moment, a creature of pure, raw, feral pleasure, grunting and heaving as orgasm rushed upon him. It could not be too swift, considering that Modest had only gotten him off what felt like moments ago, though time and recovery did not seem to have any meaning in the equine party house. Maybe an hour had passed, his jaw and tongue sore, but his cock ached, dragging him, pump after pump, closer to climax.

He shifted the angle of his hips, wanting Amethyst to get there first, even though it made his lower back twinge, thrusting, humping, the mare gasping in surprise. It was good to be able to catch her off guard too, though the clench of her pussy around him and the milking pressure of her body falling into orgasm was all the sweeter for him knowing that he was the one that had tipped her over the edge. He was not long to follow as she sank onto him, taking his meat deep and resting her hand over the light bulge in her lower abdomen, showing the shape of him through her slim form.

"Mmmph... Yessss..."

She hissed out through her teeth as she rode out his orgasm, relishing in the pulse and throb of his cock inside her, how the flared head crushed faintly up against her inner barrier, though a mare's body would always be well-suited for the size of a stallion. She rocked down on him, milking him of his seed, though even she was surprised that he still had so much in him, considering how he had been getting around the party.

Whether or not his seed would take inside her, spilling bare into her unprotected pussy, well... She might surprise him later with a little something or not, depending on what her mood was. Amethyst smirked, lifting herself off him, eyes raking over the crowd of eager stallions and mares that they appeared to have gathered. But there were few at parties like theirs that didn't get a few spectators during a good fuck, to be fair.

She groaned, pussy dripping his load, Dal's cock throbbing, half-hard, under her, springing weakly back and forth. Dribbles of cum still drooled down the length, the head still flared, though, that time, he did not soften. The mares clustered in, stallions amongst them, though there was no telling just who was going to win that one as Amethyst stepped away, winked and blew the dazed stallion on the floor a kiss.

"There you go, ladies - he's all warmed up for you!"

Dal grunted, pinned on his back with a stallion sitting on his face, though he had a distinct feeling that Amethyst was someone near. Yet lying there and doing nothing more than lapping at a guy's musky tail hole, puckering and twitching under the caress of his tongue, turned out to be just the break that he needed even when his cock was in use. For there was mare after mare, seemingly, ready to ride him - one after the other taking his cock deep into their pussies as they rocked upon him, every inch disappearing inside.

"Mmph!"

Breeding and going bareback... Oh, he was too far gone to care. It didn't matter, not as mare after mare rode him and the stallions bolstered their way in. Sometimes he didn't know who was riding him and whose backside he was plunging his tongue into, eating out mares and rimming stallions, hazy and lost in the moment.

Eventually, however, he had to take a break, ducking down to the kitchen back on the ground floor - which was exactly where a recuperating Dal ran into Ta'kom and Hubris.

"Hey, Dal..." Ta'kom grinned, grabbing Dal by the arm, softened a little more than usual, probably from how he had been having fun there too. "Fancy seeing you here..."

He knew Ta'kom from a writing class that he took in the evenings, though still blushed heavily as the older stallion's eyes raked down him.

Oh, here we go...

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The paint stallion, his grey coat splotched with big patches of white, was too eager to get him down on his knees, all while Hubris crowded in, the bay stallion boasting a more chocolatey mane and tail than most, a divine liver shade that caught the light. A classmate of his, Dal would have been embarrassed if they were not all in the same boat together, instead exchanging a brief high five with Hubris.

"Good to see you enjoying the parties too," he nickered, tail flagging as his cock throbbed, bobbing before Dal as he stood side by side with Ta'kom. "But I'm kind of interested in seeing how you go for a ride too..."

It was not the most comfortable position, but Dal snorted and turned his back on them, dropping to all fours and, more boldly than before, waving his buttocks at them, tail flicked up high.

"Then come and get it," he challenged them, bolder than he had been all night. "If you're stallion enough to breed me..."

That was all the encouragement the stallions needed to tag team him, though it was Ta'kom that took up position before him on his knees, dragging his head down onto his hard, pink length of horse meat.

"Ohhh," Ta'kom moaned, rolling his hips, the older stallion savouring the moment. "Damn, your mouth is...mmph...really hot..."

He grinned, running his fingers through Dalarius' mane, though he didn't stop thrusting, pushing in past the medial ring where his cock turned to a darker shade of grey. Hubris winked at him, though certainly didn't mind dropping down behind Dal to double-team him, cock throbbing in mottled pink and a very dark shade of brown.

Between them, Dal quivered, wondering if he had bitten off a bit more than he could chew, getting spit-roasted by them both, taken from both ends at once. Though it was too intoxicating to take Hubris into his backside, nickering around Ta'kom's dick and thrusting back, losing himself. But he was quite safe there, locked down between the two top stallions, fucking him shortly and sharply, Hubris grinding in the full length of his cock with a slight whinny of surprise at how easily he sank in.

"Damn, I didn't think you would be gaping..." Hubris grunted, a smile pulling at his lips, the stallion whickering throatily. "Mmph, bet you had some good fun around here!"

That was, after all, exactly the reason that they were all there at the party together, to have fun, to experiment and to break loose of the studious restraints of university, if only for a little while. Hubris ground in, thrusting shallowly, so that he barely pulled back before grinding in again, a part of him revelling in the bodily tremors that wracked the stallion under him. A crowd gathered around them, shouting what they wanted the top stallions to do, but neither Hubris nor Ta'kom paid it any mind as they thrust.

They didn't have to listen, though they did smirk and lean forward over Dal's back as Ta'kom's cock rammed down his throat, showing an obvious bulge, to kiss, tongues dancing playfully back and forth between their muzzles. The plight of parties like that was that anything could happen and nothing, as long as it was consensual, was off-limits, opening the doors to so much more than some equines, entering the throng for the first time, could have anticipated.

But they knew what they wanted, working together as a team to spear Dal full, casting off all the troubles, regardless of what they were, that might have plagued them. Ta'kom grunted headily into Hubris' mouth, tongue sweeping around in a teasing curl, thrusting harder, Dal's nose softly crushing to his sheath with every thrust. It was such a tiny sensation, the pull of his sheath folding back from his hard-on just a little bit more, yet it brought even more to the moment, the sheer depth of his cock remaining in Dal's throat while the equine under him had no trouble at all breathing through his nostrils.

Dal moaned around the fat length in his mouth, though he swore he could already feel the flare of Ta'kom's cock swelling in his throat. But he was more than happy to drift there, enjoying the comforting burn of submission, how it flowed through him with every beat of his heart. Hubris was gentler than he would have thought, but perhaps the stallion's cheeky nature, a little flirty at the best of times and enjoying himself, simmered down a bit in sex. Or maybe when he'd fucked so many already that the edge well and truly was off...

"Mmph... Dal..." Hubris groped his backside, breaking the kiss with Ta'kom as the stallions snatched in much-needed breaths, chests heaving and sweat dampening darker patches on their bodies. "Can you... Mmm, just like that, clench on my cock again?"

Dal would have nodded if his head had been free, though he could only gulp harder around the cock in his throat, doing all he could to caress the flare there. It was coming, he could feel it, and he wanted to be cum-drunk all over again, losing his sense of self as so much more came. Yet all it took was a little squeeze (or two, or three, or four - well, he lost count) before Hubris could not even control himself anymore. The stallion's tail lashed the air as he whinnied, hoof kicking out even though he was on his knees, the flare of his shaft scraping lusciously inside Dal's backside as it unloaded every drop of cum his aching balls had left in them.

With thick ropes of cream flooding his backside, Dal gulped around Ta'kom as the older stallion let loose too, head thrown back, rolling against him as thick spurts of stallion cream poured straight down Dal's throat. The stallion didn't even care that he didn't get to taste Ta'kom's load, gladly drinking it all down with little gulps and swallows that caressed Ta'kom's member more reverently, shuddering with ripples of pleasure. His own cock went unmatched for that moment, but he was ramped up and ready for another round, even a little keen to top. He had been on the bottom rather a lot that night, after all, and he groaned around Ta'kom's shaft as the stream of cum pouring down his throat petered out, eager for a taste of something a little new.

He shared a kiss with both Ta'kom and Hubris, first passing a mouthful of cum into Hubris' mouth as the other stallion nickered, eyes wide and startled. Yet he was grateful for the tease and the load, making a mental note to seek Dal out for another time in the party. After all, the night was young and there was still an awful lot more fun to be had there. Ta'kom squeezed the base of his length with a small smile, even though both stallions were soft after orgasms, their thick members hanging out of their sheaths and refusing to slip back inside.

He didn't spare time with others while he sought out someone that he had seen earlier that night, but not had the chance to pursue, just catching the flash of bright chestnut and knowing instinctively who the glowing coat had belonged to. Another of his classmates, though he only shared one with him, Mitch was a quieter sort, but that sounded like exactly the same come-down that he needed right then - if Mitch was up for it, of course!

And Mitch could not have been more surprised to see Dal rounding the corner of the bedroom on the very top floor, hanging out with a big, black stallion with red, striped marks on his arms: Zaggy. Zaggy grinned and waved casually, sitting with one leg crossed over the other, entirely comfortable in his own presence with his cock out and half-hard.

"Hey, Mitch," Dal said with a grin that could not quite rival Zaggy's (but, really, who could when the stallion was that comfortable in his own skin?), sliding onto the large bed beside Mitch. "Having fun?"

It was strange to feel like he was there on the inside, that he had been a long-time goer of such parties, but it was becoming more and more natural, the ever so slightly dominant urge within him flaring up. Though, that time, it was not so much dominant but more the urge to top, to pin and to push into someone, to fill their rump with his cream.

Mitch blushed and would have shrunk back if he did not know Dal that well, though the heat in his cheeks spread to his ears.

"Hey, Dal, yeah..." He said, brushing his light-coloured, flaxen forelock back from his face with a small smile. "I was just taking some quiet time up here."

Dal gave him his best smouldering look, running his hand up Mitch's leg as the big Haflinger stallion squeaked, ears slipping back and down submissively.

"And do you want some company?"

"Just fuck him, Dal, seriously," Zaggy groaned, rolling his eyes as he leaned back on his hands. "He's going to have a heart attack if you keep teasing him like that."

Mitch nodded, lips breaking into a stronger smile, and Dal grinned, pushing him more firmly back on the bed, the other stallion's legs wrapping around his hips and waist. With Dal standing and Mitch lying back on the edge of the bed, rump right in position, it was easy for Dal to grind his cock up against Mitch's, sliding it back and forth with his casual audience. Mitch shuddered, whickering for him, and Dal could only oblige as he squeezed his cock in, already hard and feeling far too close to orgasm for comfort.

But that would not matter, not as Mitch clung to him, his hand groping and finding Dal's wrist just to anchor himself there, a rather dainty blush dusted across his cheeks as he turned his face, shyly, into the mattress. Sometimes, Mitch was not all that sure whether he would have started any fun at those parties if there had not been so many stallions there already more than willing to take him under their wing - of course, Zaggy had been one of them.

Yet never had he thought that he would get a hot length of cock meat that was attached to Dalarius of all stallions pounding him, Dal taking a moment to make sure that Mitch was quite okay with his size before leaning over him, huffing and grunting. Mitch squirmed and squeezed around him, his hard-on jerking and twitching on his stomach, drooling a thick stream of pre-cum. He couldn't remember how many times he had gotten off that night already, but, fuck, Dal was going to force another from him so easily!

"Ah... Ohhh..."

Mitch moaned and Dal clutched his hand, grounding him there as the other stallions had done for him earlier that night, giving all he could then too. Every thrust rocked the body of the stallion under him and he soaked in the delight of having his cock, once again, buried in a tight tail hole. Maybe there were other stallions - hell, even the mares too! - out there that would like him to take them for a ride?

Dal could have anything he wanted there, for variety was the spice of life at the equine house parties and he would come to see that, grinding in deep into Mitch and taking his cues from the other stallion. A shift of his hips had his cock evidently squeezing more tightly over Mitch's prostate and he gasped out shrilly as Zaggy sat nearby, lazily stroking his hard-on, even though he most likely didn't have to do anything at all to keep himself hard. Dalarius didn't mind the audience, flicking his tail cockily up high to show off a little, though Mitch huffed and puffed under him, twisting his head from one side to the other as if he was struggling to hold something in.

"Ah... Dal... Gonna... If you...keep doing that..."

He blushed heavily, though Dal powered over him, pinning him to the bed with his body as he held Mitch's hand above his head, thrusting wildly. The swell of his thick cock tip dragged him on as he kissed Mitch desperately, pulling the two of them lustfully through the moment as need closed in around them, as sweltering and as heady as ever. Mitch shuddered with every slam of his hips as he submitted to Dal's deep kiss, his tongue tenderly sweeping up against Dal's as the stallions pressed into each other. Yet he could be free to be his true self, expressing himself exactly as he pleased, as Dal ground into him, humping furiously, glutes tightening right at the point of no return.

Dal whinnied even through the kiss as he exploded into Mitch, yet his hand was already on Mitch's cock too, drawing him over the edge right along with him. It only took a brush and a squeeze before Mitch ejaculated too, deep reverberations running through him as if the other stallion was no longer in control of his body. Dal squeezed his hand tightly in his, reassuring him even as his own head swam, lost in the delirious nature of spending his load, too much swamping him all at once.

He stayed there, his cock throbbing deep inside Mitch, feeling every inch of the horse gripping his cock, muscles tense, even seeming to massage his flare while he was inside. Damn, the stallion was talented, though it was hard to say anything while his lips were still pressed to Mitch's, kissing deeply, sharing that lust and passion between their mouths as much as their orgasms. Mitch nickered, eyes shining when, at long last, Dal broke the kiss.

"Mmmmm..." Mitch groaned, stretching out his arms above his head, relaxing as his spent cock softened onto his stomach, eyelids dragged down. "That was... Mmm..."

Dal laughed lightly, though he felt just as light-headed himself.

"You're not so bad yourself," he teased. "Come on, come up on the bed properly, get you settled..."

He'd seen, after all, how others took care of their partners at the parties when needed and did the same for Mitch, the stallion dropping a dozy kiss on his collarbone while he made sure Mitch was comfortable with a pillow. The stallion all but curled up around it and would surely have been purring if he had not been an equine. Dal chuckled, settling down on his stomach too, though he was not quite in his own mind, reaching absentmindedly for a phone that was no longer on his person while he recovered.

"Hmph... Shoot..."

Yet his flagged tail caught Zaggy's attention, the stallion's eyes greedily locking onto his woefully exposed rump, balls pressed together and back between his thighs. To him, it was quite as if Dalarius was presenting himself for his attention...yet Zaggy would have thought that about many, quite truthfully.

"Seems you need someone to take care of you while you're recovering," Zaggy snickered, casting a glance over to Mitch, sprawled out and dozing comfortably. "I can help with that..."

"Huh?"

Dazed, Dal looked up, flat out on his stomach, though he didn't get up before Zaggy was on him. Even though he was still getting to know the stallion, he should have known that he was one to boldly take what he wanted whenever he wanted - as long as the other was amenable to it, of course.

Zaggy's thick length teased over the doughnut of Dal's slick tail hole, still with so many loads inside that had not yet been cleaned out, and Dal moaned as the more muscled stallion sank inside, oozing power. He clenched around Zaggy, challenging him without words to fuck him harder, though Zaggy set a brutal pace.

"Unff..."

Zaggy smirked, grabbing a handful of Dal's mane as he forced his head down to the bed, pinning him there, a dominant neigh breaking his lips, though he took everything as if it was his right. With Dal quivering under him, moaning aloud, surely getting even more turned on all over again, there was no question about what it was that he wanted, which the black stallion was more than willing to give him in heaps and spades.

The slick, lewd slop of his cock disappearing into Dal's tail hole filled the room, comparatively quiet to the rest of the party, their own private little place to fuck. He groped Dal's buttocks appreciatively, feeling the muscle beneath the pleasing layer of fat that helped give them their perfectly fuckable shape, fingers sinking into the flesh. His strokes sped up, balls brushing and slapping Dal's with every stroke.

"Ah... Fuck..."

Dal could not help but curse as Zaggy sped up, harder and faster, setting his head spinning. It was not much of a recovery and yet it was still exactly what his body needed right then, even without Dal knowing it. More, he needed more, trying to scrabble on the bed to get his knees under him, but Zaggy pinned him down with the weight of his body against his. With his cock swelling into the space between his belly and the bed, he could barely control himself, fingers curling into the sheets and dragging them to him with all the flexibility he felt he had in his range of motion.

Yet it didn't matter as Zaggy treated him much like he had Mitch - only rougher, much rougher. Dal whinnied and cried out for more and Zaggy gave it all to him, stroke after grinding, pummelling stroke, Dal's backside even smarting with the force that Zaggy ploughed into him. Pleasure was the name of the game and neither stallion was willing to give it up without reaching that high of ecstasy, the sweltering peak of need that spilt forth, in the end, to creamy, overflowing delight.

Zaggy thrust harder, faster, sweat trickling down between his shoulder blades, mane clinging to the nape of his neck. Yet he was caught up in it too, jaw clenched, striving to hold back his lust only so that he could enjoy the moment for just a little bit longer, the sloppy grip of a bottom stallion's backside around him, massaging him with little twitches and pulls of contracting muscle, even though Dal was not aware of it at that moment. He didn't need to be, not as Zaggy's glutes tensed and pump after pump of his cock disappeared inside Dal, rocking the bed as it squeaked lightly, Mitch half-rousing and turning over.

But even Mitch had to raise his head as Zaggy neighed proudly, his smirk stretching into a smile as he took his triumph in filling Dal's arse with his load. His cock throbbed, flare thickening to a shocking degree, further stretching the hot grip of Dal's arse as he unloaded.

Dal moaned, pressing his face into the bed as Zaggy unloaded inside him, his orgasm rolling on and on and on, pump after thick pump of cream leaving him. Dal tried to rock back against him, though was too far gone in pleasure to do anything about it, losing himself, letting everything happen. Sometimes, even as Zaggy pulled out, spending the last spurts of his tail hole to mark his rump with his seed, those were the best of moments too.

But he had plenty more time to see what he liked in that regard too, even if Zaggy was not quite done yet.

Dal groaned as Zaggy's eager muzzle dove between his rear cheeks, inhaling his musk deeply, the scent and mark that so many stallions already had left on him. Yet that was not what the stallion was seeking out as he lapped deeply, rimming Dal and then dipping his tongue inside into the mess of stallion cream that had been left there. Shuddering on the bed, Dal moaned, tongue pushing out from his mouth, shaking his head from left to right, feeling a line of tension build, running through his entire being.

"Oh, fuck, that's good..."

He rocked back, his cock slowly trying to thicken all the way back up to full hardness again, trapped between him and the bed. The stallion ravenous ate out his arse as he ground back against him, managing to somewhat get his knees under him, though Zaggy only allowed it because it was hardly as if Dal was going anywhere. His tongue swirled inside him, dragging out delicious mouthful after mouthful of his own load, mixed with all the loads that had been poured into Dal's arse beforehand.

"Mmmph, fuck yeah..."

Even Zaggy could lose himself in a moment of lust as he ate the cum out of Dal's gaping tail hole, even if the stallion privately thought that it could gape more, could be even wider than it already was. Maybe that could come another time, winding Dal up with a bit of fisting, though Zaggy had a distinct feeling that he'd be seeing Dal around at more than a few of the upcoming equine parties.

He took his time, as if he was trying to clean out Dal's arse of every drop of cum that had been pumped up there, swirling his tongue deep and pressing keenly up against Dal as he swiped his tongue as deep as it could possibly go. Dal grunted, pressing his face into the sheets, though Zaggy, quite a power bottom when it came to hungrily getting what he craved in that role too, was more than happy to keep going until he was good and done.

And that was how, halfway through the night, Dal was back down in the living room, with all of them that he had fucked so far - well, those that he knew from the stallions - crowded around him. He rode Ta'kom's cock as Ta'kom thrust up into him, Mitch gulping down his cock to the base and deepthroating him with the skill of a porn star, though the rest circled him with knowing grins on their faces.

Rope after rope of cum splattered over him as seed dripped down his muzzle, his chest, soaking his body, though he was already covered in so many sexual juices that, surely, a fuck in the shower or something was going to be due. Yet Dal was more than happy exactly where he was as he hoped his mouth to accept any cum that wanted to land in there, though the stallions thrust wildly, humping the air their hands as they jerked off furiously, leaving him with seed dripping down him.

He couldn't see anything but the strong, masculine bodies surrounding him, cock throbbing in Mitch's throat as the other stallion drank him down, though Dal had barely been aware of cumming that time. There was too much going on, one thing after the other dragging his attention first one way and the other, but the night was still only half over and there was still so much more to come.

The guys had said, after all, that they were going to find some clothes, clean up, get some food - and then head straight back for round two, after all. And, even as he suckled Zaggy's cock into his mouth, teasing the flare with his lips and teeth, however lightly with the latter, he grinned widely. He wasn't going to miss more fun at those parties for the world!

A house party, after all, had opened up so much more to him that he was loathe to simply leave it all behind.

As he drank down Zaggy's load, someone rubbing his mane right at the base where his neck was itchy, he grunted, his hide shivering under their touch.

The night still had more to give and he was sure he had seen another of his classmates in the crowd that he had not yet gotten acquainted with...