Buff 1: Flexibility
#2 of The buff Burrs
A buff, horny Stallion avoids advances for himself.
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"'The only things you really need to be happy are self-confidence and self-love. The rest is just what you want to do with your life.' That works for me, because I've got all of that, and I'm happy because of it!"
"Self-love? You're sure you don't mean 'vanity' or something?" he snorted. That Lion guy never told me his name, since he's the kind of guy who just goes up to you and acts as if you're already friends. Maybe he just forgets about introductions, or he's bad at them.
"No, it isn't like that," I shook my head and put the weights down. (He likes to talk when it's my turn, which makes me lose count) "Vanity's when you look in the mirror and think you're better than someone else, and usually means you feel bad when someone's better than you. Self-love's when you look in the mirror and just see yourself as good or strong or sexy, without comparing yourself to anyone else. If you'd actually taken Philosophy 100, you'd have read about it too."
He just shook his head and chuckled. "Didn't need to, Will! I never worried about being sexier than you; I've always known it!" Once again, he didn't get it and tried to hide it by hitting on me.
"Mm-hmm, and you know what you want to do with your life, relying on nothing but sports scholarships?"
"Yeah, you're saying that I should stop what I'm doing and work in that retirement center with you?" He must've had one of those learning disabilities that made body language even harder to understand. Either that, or he was checking me out all through my cool-downs and the showers. Yeah, a big buff greyish Stallion who puts as much effort into his body as his mind, I don't mind if anyone's attracted to that. But he wouldn't stop putting his moves on me until I told him to, and even then he just said in his slightly-too-loud way, "What are you straight or something?"
I normally like showering off, seeing if I could catch glimpses of anyone checking me out, but it's never fun if it's the same obnoxious guy all the time. I was glad when I finally lost him, and managed to meet up with Marein for lunch. She's a cute sophomore, a tawny Horse from another country who also likes to work on her body. We don't usually go to the gym together, since likes stuff like running, yoga and gymnastics. I gave her some tips, her physique started to show some more, and her tips helped me with my endurance.
"Yeah Will," she laughed after a crunch of her oatmeal bar, "that's the risk you run nowadays, thinking getting all buff and ripped would make you more attractive to the opposite gender. I should know, it's been all 'Warrior Princess' this and 'experiment with me, O goddess' that. Heh, and all the males who could be a match for me end up lusting for you instead!"
"Match for you, or with you? Trust me, Jungle Babe, I wouldn't want you to get all competitive and keep trying to show me up!" Probably the second-closest thing we had in common was how much we liked archaic adventures, which might have been what got us into working out in the first place. I'll admit it, though, the sight of her in a chainmail two-piece with a sword would be really hot! Hm, then maybe I'd be right next to her in some armour or a loincloth, holding up an axe or something, then we'd have our own sexy fantasy romance book cover right there...
Then Marein brought me back to reality by talking down to me. "Me, competitive with you?" She gave a soft snort. "You're the one with the ego! If you'd stop seeing me as some fragile pretty thing to be protected from herself, maybe you could prove to everyone that you're straight after all!"
...Then she said that. The exact same thing, but the other way around. "Look, this isn't about proof. I know my sexuality, and you aren't gonna get any of it with demands. Maybe you can put your worries away for the next yoga class, but now, I'm gonna brush my teeth." Marein probably muttered something, but I guess I couldn't hear her over the sound of my shoes against the floor.
Back in my room, with the toothbrush away, I could finally relax after that workout. I'd move out just as soon as I could get away from morning lectures, but for now this room had everything I needed except for something extra I'd brought along: a floor-length mirror I'd brought, set up facing the bed.
"Self-confidence..." My whole body felt tired, but energized in a different way. Turning to the mirror, I looked myself up and down in my post-workout-shower T-shirt and loose shorts: time for the payoff of all my hard work. Slowly, I wanted this to be gradual, I flexed my pecs and abs, big but well-defined, and saw them ripple underneath the fabric. I'd tried tearing apart a really tight shirt that way once, but it was really uncomfortable to wear. Holding that pose, I slowly peeled the shirt off and tossed it aside, running a hand up and down my bare chest. Yeah, guys would push and shove each other to be here, and Marein would start flexing and posing to show off how buff she was. Too bad she'd focus too much on showing off her body than admiring mine. Speaking of, it was time to turn to admire my big, broad back, and put my hands to the waistband. With one long push down, I slipped out of my shorts, flexing my glutes and swishing my tail until I'd stepped out of them. This was gonna be good.
"And self-love..." Turning back around, I was already at half-mast. I'd had enough thinking about who'd want to go down on me; this Stallion could bring himself up to full size by himself. I couldn't take my eyes off that mirror, watching my big arms with huge bi-and-triceps flex and bulge, or showing off my legs with some male stripper-dancing poses. I ran my hands over my powerful body again, then finally, once I was ready, gripped the base of my Equine shaft and felt the kind of pleasure only I knew how to give. I bent my knees a bit, taking hold of my sac with my other hand; big and full, just the way I wanted them. Orgasm control wasn't just for bondage bitches! I'd been saving up this load for the past few days and wasn't going to waste any of it. Bucking into my hand, feeling my tail brush against my musclebutt, feeling my balls pull up as the pleasure grew, and all that good stuff. Then I stopped, finally looking down: I could see the first drop of pre building up, and didn't want it to drip on to the floor.
I could hear the springs creak as I sat on the bed, carefully wrapping both hands around that throbbing shaft. It felt relaxing to just sit back and watch the sexy Horse in the mirror run both his hands up and down his maleness. It was hot to shake out my hair, watch my sac tighten again, then look back and see the pre start to drip down onto my hand as the pleasure built further- and I stopped.
I eat plenty of fruit as well as grains, which made my pre taste sweet as I licked it off my hands. Now it was time, that I was getting so close. Still limber from the cool-down stretches I'd done, I grabbed my big, bulky thighs and started to pull myself downward. Still taking my time, enjoying every second, I reached out with my tongue and lapped up the pre - fresh from the source! It was so hot to feel my tongue and both hands against my cock that I gave myself another drop to lick up. Thanks to the shower, I just had a fresh clean smell that didn't get in the way of the taste and the feeling of touching myself with my tongue. It wasn't a strain to do it, and I was starting to want more from myself, so I lowered my head down further. With a deep breath and by carefully wrapping my lips around that hot cock, I began to give myself head.
From the first time I'd been able to do it, I thought that self-oral was a powerfully sexy act. The stretching and yoga helped, but with a long neck and a big cock, I didn't have to hurt my back to do it. Still, though, I could do better. Gulping down harder, I kept pulling and stretching my way down, flexing my big, bulky arms as another inch sunk down into my mouth. The pre trickled down my throat as I let go with one hand to feel my balls, to hold the base again and thrust my own cock into my mouth until I couldn't go down any further. Looking into the mirror, I could see one hot Equine stud sucking his own cock, about to hit the peak of self-pleasure. Then I just closed my eyes and let it happen.
The orgasm came first, as a powerful surge rushing through my body and back again. The next thing I knew, my mouth was all full and sticky with a thick, sweet taste to it.. Where I normally would have made a mess all over the place, now I could just drink my seed and recycle it again without needing any paper towels! So I drank, and drank as I rode it out and felt the pleasure surge again and again, as the sprays became a flow, then a trickle, and then a few drops. After the last drop, I had to slowly pull every inch of Horse cock out of my mouth to make sure I'd lapped it all up. One last lick of my lips and I had to stretch my neck around in a circle and loosen up my back again. It ached a bit, but less than when I'd first started autofellatio. I felt tired but refreshed in another way, like a workout for my libido.
As I stretched, I winked in the mirror. All I'd ever wanted to show off was just myself, to myself. Grabbing a gulp of water from the mini-fridge, I slipped my shorts back on to flop into my chair and grab a textbook. Right then, I was in the perfect state of mind for studying: I knew what I wanted to do, I was happy with myself, and I sure knew how to get off.