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Even though his step was light, Wes could still hear each one ringing in the empty church. It wasn’t Sunday and there weren’t many people around, which suited the young man just fine. He made a bee-line for the confessional booth, appropriately enough for a honey bee like Wes. The svelte boy pulled the curtain aside, sat down and spoke up when he heard the partition open.

“Bless me father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession…” he said, in a soft voice that was probably lilting when it wasn’t so noticeably nervous.

“Tell me your sins, my child.” responded the other voice. While slightly deeper and quite composed, it still sounded too young to address any adult as “my child”. To Wes it came as no surprise, since he knew the voice and the speaker.

“I… I have had impure thoughts. C-carnal thoughts about… about other males…” he said, hearing himself breathing in the tense silence.

“Again, Wes?” came the less than clerical question.

“Wha… you’re not supposed to… I mean it is an anonymous confession!” the bee-boy almost hissed, even though he knew the person on the other side. He’d known Miles since childhood, and even though at twenty-four the stallion was only a year older than him, he’d been some sort of wunder-kind at the seminary and had ended up as Wes’ confessor.

“Yeah, but I know you, I know what you’re gonna say. I told you before Wes, we’re not that kind of church.” the horse on the other side of the mesh replied. “All right, tell me what you came here to say…” he added, and Wes took a deep, calming breath before continuing.

“I… I was riding the bus and it was crowded. Packed full. As I was holding on a man came up behind me and was… pressed up against me…”

“Did he touch you?” the stallion asked, concern replacing the nonchalance in his tone.

“No! It was just crowded and when people got off at the next stop he moved away. But while he was pressed against me I started thinking about… How his body felt against mine. How mine must feel against his. What I’d do if he tried to feel more…”

“Yeah, I’m not surprised. I bet one fifth of your manga collection features that scenario…” Miles said, pausing to savor the sulking silence on the other side of the partition. “Look Wes, it’s great that you held on to your senses and didn’t do something embarrassing in public, but you need to work this out. I keep telling you that you won’t go to hell for carnal thoughts, or even carnal acts with other men.”

“But what if it turns out I like it? That I’m…” the bee said, trailing off nervously.

“…gay? Then you’ll know. Your parents are good people, I know for a fact that they’d support you…”

“What about you?” Wes asked.

“What do you mean?” Miles responded, and something in his tone made the bee-boy realize his question might have been a bit ambiguous.

“I mean… would you still be my friend?”

“Of course, Wes.” The stallion replied, and Wes breathed out a sigh of relief.

“So you’re not gonna give me a penance?”

“No! We don’t just give those away, you have to earn them. Wes, you’re still a virgin and you’re trying to confess to carnal sins! Besides, I know you – you’d just say your Hail Maries, feel a little better and brush this under the rug until next week. You need to work this out, explore a little and find out who you are. Don’t rush into anything serious, stay safe but other than that…”

“Ooh…okay. I’ll… I’ll give this some serious thought and… and one day… one day soon…” Wes mumbled nervously, hearing his friend and confessor groan at his procrastination.

“Wes just… just get in here…” said a noticeably exasperated Miles.

“What like… in there with you? Is… is that allowed?” the bee boy asked in a hushed tone.

“I don’t think there’s a hard rule against it.” Miles said, and after some furtive glances and nervous shuffling the door to his part of the confessional opened and a svelte youth darted in, closing the wooden partition behind him.

Looking at him in the dim light, Miles couldn’t believe the youth in front of him was having doubts about his sexuality. Even though Wes was dressed for church, in a clean white shirt, tie and trousers, the conservative clothes hugged a distinctly feminine body. Wes was short and slight of build, with narrow shoulders but hips wider than a male’s should be. He knew from their summers that the clothes were hiding a body covered in a fine fuzz the bright yellow of pollen, with horizontal black stripes running along it.

From the neck up Wes wasn’t any manlier. Thick nut-brown hair fell just past his shoulders and framed a face that could objectively be called androgynous and subjectively adorable. His lavender eyes were big and bright, and the black antennae sticking out of his hair were twitching a little, a sure sign that he was anxious. He also had a habit of tucking his elbows in that only served to draw attention to his narrow waist.

“Look I… I’m gonna do it but… But I can’t just ask someone I know because it could get awkward, and I can’t just… hook up with some random stranger because I might wind up feeling cheap after we… after it was…” the bee-boy, appropriately enough, droned on. He only stopped when Miles rose, looming over him for a few seconds before lowering his muzzle to Wes’ suddenly still lips.

The young stallion slowly slid his hands around his friend, feeling the body go stiff as Wes froze up in surprise. His lips were soft even though his jaw was clenched shut in shock, but as Miles wrapped his arms around the smaller male he felt the shuddering form press close against his. Wes’ lips parted, his eyes closing as the kiss muffled a soft moan. Miles slid his tongue in, savoring both the tender moment and the faint honey-flavor of the bee-boy’s saliva.

Wes felt like his heart was going to burst, he couldn’t believe what Miles just did but he was just as shocked by his own reaction. He’d never thought of his friend in this way, but now that the young stallion was kissing him deep he couldn’t explain why not. Miles was young, handsome and had the kind of body that usually made Wes hot under the collar. He was also someone he cared very deeply for, someone he trusted implicitly. He didn’t know how he ended up held by the stallion as their tongues twisted, but it wasn’t Wes who broke the kiss.

“Wha… why did…” he gasped, shocked at he labored, husky tone of his own voice as his friend released him from the hug, only to start loosening Wes’ tie and getting tow work on the buttons of his shirt.

“I’m someone you know and trust, so you won’t feel sleazy… and I also have to keep the absolute confidence of the confessional. What happens in here, now between us stays here, even if it does get awkward.”

“You mean… are you serious?” Wes whispered, shocked by what Miles was suggesting. But when the stallion eased his shirt off his slender shoulders, Wes didn’t exactly stop him.

“I’m serious. We don’t exactly have all day, and we’ll need to be quiet, but other than that, we’ll go as far as you’re comfortable going…”

After that Wes remained silent until both of their clothes were piled up on the floor of the rather cramped confessional. With his shirt off, Wes’ wings were un-folded and he could see the gossamer appendages fluttering anxiously. He brought his friend on for another kiss, this time with nothing but his fur and Wes’ fuzz separating their bodies. He wrapped his arms around the waifish male but didn’t go further than that, letting Wes set whatever pace he was comfortable with.

In all his life, the bee-boy never imagined doing something as wild and outrageous as this. He was bare naked, kissing another young man and he was doing it in an admittedly empty but otherwise very public place. He wondered if Miles could feel how fast his heart was beating against the stallion’s finely muscled chest. Acting on impulse, he placed a hand on one of his friend’s pectorals, and was thrilled by the thumping of the stud’s heartbeat against his palm.

That touch was innocent enough, but it got Wes curious. He was happy with his own body, and touching himself certainly felt nice, but Miles had the sort of masculine build that so far had filled his mind with so much confusion and shame. He wrapped one arm around the stallion, thrilled by the hard, muscular back his fingers were trailing up and down. And when he either found his courage or lost his mind, he let his other hand trail down.

Down along the side of Miles’ chest, and then slipping under the stallion’s hard abs, sleeking down the pristine white fur until his fingers were brushing against bare skin. He shuddered at the heat of it, the silky ness and softness of what he was toying with. Miles still wasn’t erect but he could just make out the glans peeking out of the plump sheath, and once his trembling hand drifted a little lower he found himself trying, or rather failing to palm the stallion’s sack.

He was still jugging the stud’s nuts when his friend’s hands began to slide down his back, along his narrow waist and settling finally on his yellow cheeks. Slowly but firmly the fingers dug into the bouncy, pliant flesh, making him moan into the stallion’s muzzle, grateful that he had a thick, eager horse-tongue to muffle him. Miles had picked up on the noise, spreading the bee-boy’s cheeks and making Wes blush as fingers trailed between them.

But these were not his own. The little digits that brought him so much pleasure and shame behind the safety of a locked door. This was the touch of another man, and he had no idea how far Miles would go. He could trust his friend not to hurt him, which was good because the potential for hurting was not to be overlooked. Wes had never actually seen just what his equine friend had packing, but he remembered when they were little and not yet in puberty and Miles’ mom had made her son switch from speedos to swimming trunks when they went to the beach. Neither of them had any urges to speak of back then, but right now with the stallion’s body pressed against him Wes found himself desperate to see more.

He broke his kiss and steadied himself against the stud’s body as he sank to his knees, bringing him face to sheath with the stallion’s sheath. The color of his skin was a pale pink that combined with the milky white for around it made his stallionhood look so pure and gentle, even though the thickness of the sheath and the heavy burden the smooth sack was bearing hinted at what Wes could expect. He cupped Miles’ sack again, barely able to fit one stallion-nut in his palm as his other hand grasped the pink sheath.

Kneeling in front of another male, with someone else’s cock and balls in his trembling hands, Wes had his answer. This felt scary, dangerous, but very, very right. His stroking and squeezing was making the stallion drop, and as the tumescent length snaked out of the sheath Wes parted his lips and took the still soft flare into his mouth. He felt his antennae twitch as he got a taste of another male, his tongue swirling around the satiny tip of his friend’s cock. Instead of a nose, Wes just had a sort of bump above his upper lip, just big enough to house two little nostrils. Those same nostrils were now flaring as wide as they could as he took in the clean, sweet musk of the stallion in front of him.

As more and more of the stud emerged he brought his hands into play, squeezing and stroking the equine shaft that was still soft and bendy. His own little ‘stinger’ was already fully hard, a slender rod jet-black against the yellow backdrop. It was aching to be touched but the stallion he was nursing on was very much a two-hander. He couldn’t really tell with a portion of it buried in his mouth, but Miles was big, fully dropped and getting hard as a waifish little bee-boy moaned around the pale flesh of his stallionhood.

“How you doing, Wes?” Miles asked, his voice soft but slightly tense as he grew harder and harder in his friend’s honey-flavored mouth.

“G-good…” the kneeling male replied, releasing the stallion from his mouth but not his grasp.

Miles was now fully erect and Wes paused just to reflect on his friend’s size. It was at least a foot long and had grown so thick that his thumb and middle fingers could only meet at the narrowest point, just below the flare. Naked, on his knees and with a horny naked stud in front of him, Wes had his revelation. He wanted badly to be with a male, he wanted to be under a male and to surrender himself. And if Miles would have him, he wanted his friend to be his first. Considering the stallion’s size, it was a decision he might regret in the morning, probably while he was lying in bed with an ice-pack on his rump, but right now he was sure it would be worth it.

There wasn’t much light in the confessional but he didn’t need it. Miles was naked and his milk-white fur captured every stray bit of light to the point that he seemed to be gently glowing, all but one part of him that was glistening. Miles brought his lips to what he was sure was the cock that was going to claim him, rubbing the fleshy-pink rod against his face and kissing along its length. It was pointing up and he bit his lip when the stud-shaft fought his efforts to pull it down so that he could get the tip back in his mouth.

The moment Miles’ flare slid back along the tip of his tongue Wes could feel his mouth filling with the sweet juice of a virile young stallion. The bee-boy had never actually sucked anyone off and the pink spire he was nursing on was probably more than a beginner should take on, but Wes had watched plenty of videos of cute young males going down on well-hung hunks, and horned up as he was he was determined to do his best.

Pushing his face down he realized that deep-throating was harder than it looked, and after almost choking on Miles’ erection he eased off and used his hands on what he couldn’t fit in his mouth. Supposedly this would have given him a chance to use his tongue and swirl it around the stud’s flare, but there wasn’t really any room in his mouth for both his tongue and his friend’s cock. So he wound up just suckling on the young horse, doing his best to swallow even though he could feel himself drooling a bit of his honey-flavored saliva and Miles’ pre.

A groan from above made him look up, and his heart skipped a beat at the sight of the white stallion gazing down at him, his powerful chest rising and falling as his breathing grew labored, the alabaster abs in front of Wes’ face flexing every now and again as the shaft he was servicing twitched. Miles had always been taller than him, but it was a different sort of thrill to be on his knees in front of the white stallion, looking up the toned body at the eyes of the male he was servicing.

“Ughhhh, fuck. I’m… ngh… I’m close…” Miles grunted, and a part of Wes wondered if he could give himself a penance for saying ‘fuck’ in the confessional. Then again, saying it in here probably wasn’t worse than doing it.

Had the young honeybee been in a more rational state of mind, he might have recognized his friend’s warning for what it was. But Wes was thrilled at the thought that not only was he giving his first ever blow-job, but he was doing it well enough to make another male orgasm. His long-lashed eyes closed, antennae folding back in a submissive pose as he twisted his mouth left and right, moaning softly around mouthful of stallion as his soft little hands worked furiously, one stroking the glistening pink shaft, the other trying and falling to cup the heavy pink sack.

He didn’t realize what he was in for even when that sack pulled up, preparing to unload a torrent of stud-milk in whatever happened to be on the other end of the throbbing pink spire. When the flare in his mouth began to inflate Wes realized he might have missed a few important cues, but realized he was too late to do anything about it. Just opening his mouth wide enough was making his jaw ache, and there was no way of the swollen flare slipping out of his mouth until it had done what nature had designed it for – ensuring the delivery of every drop of the stallion’s load.

Miles groaned above him and Wes could see the hard stomach of his friend flexing, the pink shaft doing the same before the first thick, warm rope hit the back of his throat. The strong squirt almost made the bee-boy choke, but the second followed soon and the third one had his cheeks bulging. His mouth was already stuffed full of a meaty equine flare and there was nowhere for the stallion’s spunk to go but down his throat or out his nose. Since breathing was hard enough already Wes managed to open his throat up, swallowing down the sweet, slimy load that seemed to have no end in sight.

He felt Miles brace a palm against his horsehead and pull back, managing to pop out a still huge but now spongy flare past Wes’ lips. His mouth was still open, his eyes just barely focusing on the trumpet-like tip of the stallion as it shot the last few thick globs on his cheeks and chin. Miles took hold of his hands and helped his friend up, which Wes thought of as quite gentlemanly and also a good idea, since his knees were a little sore and his legs wobbly.

The young stallion sat back down on his narrow bench and pulled the naked honeybee on his lap, with Wes trailing his legs as he rested his hands on the stud’s broad shoulders. He saw a finger rise and run along his chin, then the sides of his mouth, picking up the pearly goo he could still taste on his tongue. He leaned forward a little, unsure of how Miles would react to what he obviously had in mind. To his surprise and delight the stallion didn’t seem to mind tasting himself if it meant he could kiss his friend and right now lover.

Wes’ little tongue was no match for the one hidden in the long equine muzzle, so the kiss consisted mostly of him melting against the pale stud and letting him do as he pleased. With one hand Miles was cupping the side of the bee-boy’s face, while the other made itself known soon enough. It was the messy one, the one with fingers covered in equine spunk, still warm as it got smeared on the little black pucker between Wes’ pollen-yellow butt-cheeks. It was kinky, but also quite practical, and even though he was still a virgin and very naïve, Wes could very well imagine why his friend was trying to get things slippery back there.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t want it, but he’d also be lying if he claimed he wasn’t a bit anxious. There had been nothing more substantial than his own finger back there, and even the digit now prodding against his pucker was different. Gentle though, enough to make the honeybee relax against his stallion, his rosebud opening up and allowing the firth knuckle of the stud’s finger to pierce his virgin ring.

“Haaaanhhh!”

“Easy, just relax. We’ll go nice and slow…” Miles cooed with his muzzle nuzzling the nut-brown mane of the panting bee-boy, making Wes wonder just how many males’ virginities the stallion had taken. He definitely seemed experienced, but then again compared to Wes almost anyone was.

There was some labored breathing, some more kissing, and then some more finger. Wes had tamed the first reflexive clench of his ass, but he could still clamp down it will. Whenever he did Miles couldn’t really push in, but the digit already up his butt felt like it was filling him more than it really was. He cooed as the finger finally slid all the way in, and let out a noise he couldn’t exactly define when the probing digit found something.

He buried his face in Miles’ neck because he was sure that even in the dim light of the booth his friend would spot Wes’ yellow face turning orange as his cheeks burned. The hoof-nailed digit gently rubbed and pressed that spot, and the bee-boy realized that he’d merely been relaxed down there before, but that it wasn’t the limit. As the stallion toyed with his bee-buzzer he felt himself open up, his back arching as far as it could go, chest pressed against the stud’s as his body tried to accommodate the finger working its magic inside him.

The second one went in with shocking ease, and Wes whimpered as Miles began to very slowly, but very definitely pump them in and out. Gooey equine cum was being rubbed all around his supple pucker and the inside of his tush, no doubt just a preview of what his bouncy butt was going to get by the time they were done. When the two were pumping smoothly, Miles added a third and Wes couldn’t keep himself from bushing his ass back against his friend’s hand.

The stallion’s body was not subtle in signaling its readiness. Wes was straddling his friend so when the equine erection began to stir it was only a matter of time until it would rise to the point that the bee-boy could feel it between his legs. It made his heart beat a little faster to feel that pink rod pushing up between his thighs, his little black pouch resting on the pale, veiny skin he was sure he would soon feel sliding though his pucker.

“Okay, now just remember to take it slow, and take as much as you feel comfortable, okay?” Miles said, because one look at his friends face made it clear there was no need to ask whether he wanted the stallion-shaft inside him.

Still on his knees, Wes slid forward and up as far as he could, so that Miles could aim his cock up and against his loose and slippery pucker. For a while his own erection was resting against the horse’s collar bone as he looked over one shoulder, reaching back to spread his cheeks just as Miles pushed the leaky tip between them. It was big, but Wes could feel that he was looser back there, and when his ring began to stretch he was sure the pink pillar would just sink in.

A sting and a wince made him reconsider and he stopped with the blunt tip dimpling his ring without actually breaching it. Even with the sharp little pain it was hard to keep himself from taking Miles too fast. His fingers had felt great, but this was the leaky flare of a pristine-pink stallion cock, warm and velvety smooth against the sensitive skin of his tender rosebud, but hard and unyielding when he pressed back against it. He was open just wide enough for the wedged tip to leak inside him, and as he began to gently rock back and forth he knew it was only a matter of seconds before the tip sank in and he said good-bye to his virginity.

“Hhyaaahhhh! W-wait, don’t!” he gasped, possibly a little too loud. Miles had just lowered his long muzzle to the hard little bee-boner and started to slide his lips down the slender black shaft when Wes pulled his hips back and slid his erection oft of his friend’s mouth.

“You don’t want me playing with your ‘stinger’? I definitely don’t mind, you really taste like honey down here…” the stallion replied.

“I know. But I’m already too close and I wanna… I wanna see if I can…” Wes trailed off. He wasn’t sure how to say this without explaining that he’d watched plenty of porn with small, feminine males cumming hand’s free while they rode or were ridden by big buff studs. Miles had barely suckled on him but he could already feel his stiffy twitching, and knew that if he could cum without touching himself it would happen today with Miles up his bee-butt.

Miles honored his wish, lifting his head and passing the time by nuzzling the tiny black nipples sticking out against the yellow fuzz of Wes’ chest. He was pushing back more and more now, feeling his ring yield a little bit further each time until one push down had him sliding several inches along the pink length, his eyes going wide and his breath leaving his throat in a gasp as he felt his body take the stallion’s tip. His hands were gripping Mile’s shoulders as he fought for breath, legs quivering and his little black shaft leaking honey-flavored pre all over the stallion’s white chest.

The pain of losing his virginity soon faded and he felt himself sliding slowly but surely down on his stud, moaning softly as his body wrapped so tightly around the pink pillar that he could feel the stallion’s heartbeat as he took more and more of his friend and now lover. He slid slowly, down and back, and once his lips were once again in Miles reach he found himself being kissed, lightly enough that he could still gasp for breath. It seemed like there was no end to the stallion but the kiss of the medial ring against his ring convinced Wes he was making some progress. What remained was the thickest portion of the stallion, but with a few whimpers and a lot of patience, the bee-boy found himself seated in his friend’s lap, with every inch of the stud hilted firmly in his snug ass.

“Ohmygod, is… is this…” he husked, running a hand along the slight bulge in his normally trim tummy. He pressed down just to check, and groaned at the sensation of his insides being pushed against the length of hard, hot stallion.

“Fuck, you’re tight. Good thing you went down on me first, pretty sure I would have pumped you full by now…”

Wes’ antennae perked at the thought and his hips began moving on their own. A little swivel from side to side, a little grind back and forth. Just to see what felt good. The problem was that everything did. Just having Miles throbbing inside him was heaven, but the tiniest bit of movement made the equine shaft he was holding rub around inside him, especially along those sensitive spots. He started moving up and down a little more and now it was the friction of equine flesh running along his taut ring that made his antennae twitch and his heart race.

The little up-and down movements soon quickened to bouncing, and after he could comfortably take that Wes was riding his stallion, biting his lip to stifle himself as the sound of his cheeks hitting Miles’ alabaster thighs seemed to fill the confessional. He leaned back a little, so that his stallion could see the waifish, yellow body writhing in his lap, as well as the hard black ‘stinger’ falling wildly as Wes worked himself into a frenzy.

“Dude are you… Wes, stop buzzing someone might hear…” Miles groaned out.

It was only then that Wes realized his wings had sprung to life, beating wildly and filling the wooden cubicle with a resonant hum. His wings weren’t really powerful enough for him to fly, but they could help him jump a little higher or a little longer. Right now they were helping him rise up and down on Miles’ lap because his legs were close to giving out. He managed to stop his wings from buzzing, and seeing that he was tapped out Miles seemed to be ready to take over.

The stallion gripped Wes’ wrists and pulled the bee-boy’s hands away from his shoulders. Wes leaned back, his arms growing taut as Miles held on to him before the stallion’s hips began to move. Short, jackhammer thrusts, with barely enough room to let an inch or two slide free of the honeybee’s snug ass. Wes bit his mouth but still wound up whimpering as his orgasm hit him, the black shaft sticking out of his crotch sending ropes of sweet cum flying all over his body and the stallions. The honey-flavored cum blended with the stud’s pale fur, but it stood out in glistening white streaks all over Wes’ belly and chest.

Even before he heard Miles groan he knew what was coming. The stallion was flaring, stretching the bee-boy’s waifish body even further as it prepared to deliver another dose of equine seed. Wes gasped every time the pink pillar throbbed, each throb pushing a stream of thick spunk into him, as deep as that horse-cock could reach. At first he was sure it was his imagination, but once his eyes focused he could see the distinct outline of Miles’ equine member fade as his belly bulged out, rounding out just a little from the torrent of foal-batter being pumped into his body. Miles pulled him in close, wrapping his arms around the honeybee as he continued seeding his no longer virgin rump. Wes just nuzzled up against him, savoring the heat of the hard equine body holding him.

“Well… I think I’ll have plenty to confess next week…” Wes murmured, crying softly out when a heavy equine hand gave his ass a gentle slap, but hard enough for his body to tense and clench up.

“You come here anytime you feel confused, and I’ll make sure to give you all the help you need…” Miles said, muzzle buried in the honeybee’s chestnut curls. Wes just buried his face in the stallion’s alabaster neck to hide a less than cherubic expression…