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Welcome to reading the fourth installment of my miniseries Steps to Pleasure. This is a story told over a number of chapters each continuing from the last, so starting from the begin might be the best way to go. This final chapter may be enjoyed on its own, too.

Please feel free to drop a comment once you're done with the story. It'll help me to become a better writer. All faves and votes are appreciated as well!

Hope you've enjoyed the ride so far, let's see what happens next, eh?

Cheerio y'all!

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Gage woke up from his slumber with a jump, his eyes opening and fixing to the whitish ceiling panels of his still very much sex-scented bedroom. The stallion stretched and luxuriated on his bed, nickering softly as he felt muscles pop and stretch while the chocolate-hued horse enjoyed himself in a slightly more innocent manner for once. Gage scratched his belly and snuffled and rubbed his face and then picked up his phone from the bedside table.

9:20...

Gage loved sleeping in during weekends, which was sometimes a necessity, too, after a Friday or a Saturday evening spent out in the town with the intentions of bagging some nice company for the night. Last night he only had his own company, but today would be another manner.

The stallion's sheath twitched as he realized that in a few short hours, by his reckoning, he might be lying down on a whole new bed indeed, about to do something he'd never thought he'd end up doing. His body knew otherwise. Even now, a kind of a dull aching existed inside his lowermost belly, where his secret nub of pleasure was located, hungry for pleasure that the stallion knew how to inflict on his sensitive flesh. Gage rubbed his palm over his muscled belly and sighed. It was such a simple pleasure, and yet his body thrummed with joy and his tail flicked, sending its blonde, ropey strands flicking about gently. His little foray ended with a nice scratch over his big, soft-skinned balls, equally needful of a lot of loving from eager fingers or maws. The warm feeling made Gage wonder briefly on just how many girls had licked and sucked and fondled those low hangers. The thought made his cock swell a little, but he managed to refrain from giving that a grope as well. Gage knew that once he was horny there was no stopping, and he wanted to save up his energy for later.

The stallion kicked his sheets away and hauled his butt off the bed. The tiles clicked under his hooves as the stallion made his way to the bathroom for the much needed morning piss before heading out to the kitchen. It was nothing new for Gage to lounge around naked while brewing coffee or sitting on his computer while sipping some refreshing orange juice and checking out the news and emails. It felt nice to lean back and listen to the hissing and popping of the coffee maker while the morning sun caressed his bare skin. It warmed the brown skin and invited knuckle rubs from the still nervous stallion.

Facebook, YouTube and CNN offered only brief distractions for the nervous stallion whose tail and ears betrayed the turmoil going on inside him. Excitement, nerves and arousal were mixed into a jittery cocktail that brewed in Gage's belly, keeping the butterflies fluttering. Not even a second helping of coffee helped to calm it down. Usually these morning moments were spiced up with a nicely sized butt plug and some lube to make for a slow breakfast jerk off session, perfect for priming up the stallion for any adventures he might get up to during the now. He wasn't in the mood for that now, though, even if his sheath felt heavy and the rebellious muscle pucker under his tail kept giving out signals that some attention wouldn't be minded.

Gage did manage to waste time on the computer until the small clock at the corner of the screen read 10:30, and it was time to get ready for the road. A quick check on Google Maps told him that it was about a half an hour's drive to Silverstag Hill, so he had plenty of time to find his way there with the help of the GPS. Before that there were other matters to attend to.

The naked stallion clip-clopped his way to the bathroom and treated himself to a nice, long shower, taking his time to rub shampoo and fur conditioner all over his lean body, making his furs as nice they'd ever be. He dried and brushed his mane and tail until they were just the way he liked them to be, slightly unruly but still neat and sexy. Gage didn't forget to wash his teeth and gargle his maw with mawwash. Of course, the anal expert did not forget his playful rump either, but gave himself a quick wash in and out as well, just the way he did when indulging in the long, special play sessions where he'd let himself ride out the pleasures slowly and steadily without any inconveniences.

Gage's rump felt cool and squishy as he returned to the bedroom and opened the door to the adjoining walk-in closet that held his wardrobe. He found himself standing there with a puzzled look on his face, trying to think of what to wear. This was not a situation he was used to, and while there were shelves for clothes he had mentally labeled as girl-picking apparel, no similar category existed for "Meeting up for non-gay man-to-man anal sex." Gage did like to make sure he always looked as nice as possible when going out, but this wasn't like a date or anything, right? It was just something he...wanted to do, after all. Just a thing, nothing more than that. It's not like he was going to take the Shepherd out to eat or to the movies or walk on the moonlit beach, hand in hand, before the same hands could start to wander and...

No, nothing like that. Just a...something that the Sheppie had agreed to do, since the stallion wanted to do. It probably wouldn't have mattered if he ended up showing up wearing his oldest jeans and a T-shirt, since Gage wasn't trying to woo Dante or anything like that. He didn't have to pretend anything else about it, that would do nothing good for either of them.

The horse rubbed his chin and knew that he would have to make the choices soon enough so as not to miss his appointed time, and ended up picking up a nice pair of cargo pants which he thought made him look boyish and nice. He also put on a collared shirt of a deep tan shade that complimented his fur tone without being too clashing. Gage stood in front of his full-length mirror and decided that he looked pretty like that, not any worse than whenever he hit the town with the good intention of finding some good tail for the night. He might as well set the mood, right? At least it made him feel a bit more confident with himself and with his plans as he gathered up his wallet and keys and phone and stuffed them into his pockets. The clock was almost eleven already, and Gage knew that he would have to be on the road soon to make it on time. He gave his unmade bed a one more look before his eyes caught the large tube of KY lube standing on the bedside table, a silent reminder of his last night's great little anal session. Gage's ears felt hot as he realize that he might as well be the gentleman and supply his own lube, and he went over and picked up the tube and stuffed it into his pocket before finally heading out.

Traffic wasn't being a bitch for once, so Gage could pretty much take his leisurely time as he headed out to the highway and towards his destination Silverstag Hill. He found himself thrumming the steering wheel with his fingers, a habit he did not often do. The GPS still displayed a monotonous road and the instruction to turn right after 15 miles, and there was too little to do and too much to think for the busy stallion's comfort. Every minute brought him closer to the Sheppie and his yet unseen canine cock, an infamous sexual organ that he expected to have balls deep in his rectum before the day was through.

The exact mechanics of the act still eluded him to a degree, but Gage was pretty sure that it could be sorted out while they were at it. It wasn't so complicated, subject C went into target A and there'd be a lot of back and forth motion that'd batter his prostate into oblivion and would squeeze a great load out of the stallion's achy balls. It'd be completely unlike a piece of plastic or metal, it'd be hard and warm and spongy and would squeeze itself through his flesh, unlike the toys that were just firm and rammed themselves through at will. That fabled cock would also not be connected to the stallion' hand but to hips and a brain of another fur, another person with a sexual appetite and imagination completely separate from the stallion's, and right now if there was one thing he knew, that was his own needs. He knew exactly which buttons to press to get to where he wanted, and while that was fucking fantastic, Gage wanted to be surprised. He needed the element of unknown, of another mind working to give him pleasure, so that he could simply lay back and enjoy himself fully.

Now that something to keep Gage's mind occupied while he zoomed on the highway, eyes flicking on the road absently while his mind was mostly elsewhere. Just how was it to be? He loved taking girls doggy style, whether it was the plain pussy or the more adventurous ass he was stuffing his cock into. The more adventurous position or the good old missionary style were untried, but there was little better than feeling your hips bang against a nice rump while he was giving it to them nice and deep. No, it was better not to think too much about fucking. He wasn't a girl, after all, and there was no way he was going to let to be dominated by anyone, let alone the Sheppie, cock in ass or not. Maybe he could do it the way he often did on the computer, sitting on his toy of choice while riding it into pleasure. Might that work with a real cock, too? He had sometimes gotten his cock bent painfully while being ridden by an overeager girl, and that certainly hurt. Could a similar mishap happen to the Sheppie if he wasn't being careful?

There was also the nagging possibility that Dante, while being of a pretty average body size for a Sheppie, might possess a humongous dick that simply would not fit into Gage's ass. Trained or not, he had never been a size queen, instead opting for precision in the art of butt-stuffing. His biggest toys were a stallion dildo about the same size as his own cock, not huge by any horse standards, and the GruffWuffy Medium with its very satisfying and pucker-popping knot. He needed a little bit of negotiating with that part even after years of playing with himself, so he did hope that the Sheppie would not have TOO big of a surprise inside his pants. Beyond that, Gage was sure that he could take whatever could come to him. He would not cry out or complain, he'd take it like the stuff he was, because he wanted to, and nobody needed to give him any crap because of that. Gage knew that he wanted pleasure, and that was what he was after, not love or growing grizzly together. He was damn sure that the Sheppie was not about to try anything of the like either.

"After 500 yards, turn right," the mechanical voice of the GPS finally announced that Gage could take to the next leg of his journey.

It was a nice enough a residential area, with rows of identical-looking houses and small grassy yards littered with giant trampolines and cub's bicycles. Gage paid little attention to the surroundings, being rather much more intent on trying to find out the right turn to take to get to Silverstag Hill. To his mild amusement, the street was actually not on a hill, but rather curved over the edge of a gently rolling one. There were houses built on the hill, too, giving great views out to the sea on the distance, Gage was sure as he peered out of his car window and maneuvered towards the right intersection to turn himself to Silverstag Hill.

House 4587 was as non-descript as its peers, a similar two-storey building with a small yard and a tall privacy fence separating it from the identical yard next door. It looked neat and well kept as Gage pulled his car up to the driveway next to a red Ford Focus. He turned the key on the lock, took a deep breath and simply stared at the black numbers on the wall. 4587...there was no mistaking of the place now. He was there...Dante Compton residence. The clock on the GPS read 11:50, and Gage was happy that he had come over in time. He flicked the satnav device off and then excited his car. His nerves had a resurgence of anxiety when he stepped out. His hooves made a rustling sound on the gravel of the driveway. The house looked like any other suburban home, perhaps with the exception of lacking a giant trampoline. Gage took a few steps towards the front door and found himself checking out the perimeter from the corners of his eyes.

The stallion snuffled. He had to remind to himself that this was not a secret delivery or an undercover operation, but simply a...visit. If anyone saw him coming, they'd have no idea who he was or why he was visiting the Sheppie living here. It's not like it mattered to anyone. He could be coming over to play computer games or cards or for dinner, or he might be a school friend the Sheppie had not seen in years or...

What the heck, Gage thought as he took the couple of steps up and hit the doorbell. The neighbors probably didn't give a flying fuck on who might visit the Sheppie. It's not like he knew his own neighbors either, anyway, and could not care less for what they got up to. He had nothing to worry about, the stallion reminded himself, but despite that, managed to almost jump off his hooves when the door was opened after the second press of the doorbell button.

Dante stood on the doorway with a kind of a blunt expression on his face, lips tugged into a smile that did not look like it was particularly amused. His tall ears were perked up, though, and his eyes were steady on the stallion's while he stood there in his jeans and an oversized T-shirt that seemed to better fit a gansta rapper than the mild-mannered engineer from work.

Gage felt tongue-tied as he stood there, not knowing what to say. He also felt exposed, being out there in the open at the presence of the Sheppie. His ears flattened briefly, but he forced them up as he tried to smile.

"Well, you're on time," Dante snuffled, stepping back. "Come on in. I've got some coffee on."

Gage's tail flicked behind him nervously as he stepped through the doorway into Dante's house. It was a small hall, with stairs going up and a door to what he assumed was the kitchen, while, the entry hall opened to the living room through a pair of sliding doors that were open at the moment. He had never been to a gay fur's dwelling before, so he was a little bit curious about it, and his eyes did scan the place carefully while they entered the living room. There was nothing pink in sight, to begin with, so that eased his nerves a little. There was a television and a couch and two armchairs that looked almost regal to Gage's hip eye, though they certainly weren't grandmother styled ones. The television was a big flatscreen one, and the shelf under it was full of DVD's. The TV stand grew into a large bookshelf that filled the entire back wall of the living room. There were some books there that looked like fiction, but most of it seemed to be engineering manuals or the like. Nothing seemed to be out of the line for Gage as he followed the Sheppie through a door into a small albeit comfortable dining room and then, through a swinging door, into the kitchen.

Everything was stainless steel, including the sink and the surface of the table, and there was both a gas range and a separate oven fitted into a wall unit next to an ultramodern-looking fridge. There were bar stools standing by the kitchen island counter and a coffeepot full of the dark drink was in the coffeemaker, next to two big mugs. It made Gage smile as he thought of the Sheppie taking the trouble of making that.

"Just sit wherever you like," the Sheppie muttered.

Gage nodded and shuffled down to one of the bar stools. The Sheppie sauntered over to the other side and poured the coffee into the two mugs and filling the air with a good, morning-like aroma.

"You want milk or sugar or stuff?" Dante rumbled as he put the steaming mug down next to the table.

Gage flicked an ear.

"Nah, I'm on low carbs."

"Figures," the Sheppie grunted as he put his own mug down and sat next to the stallion, his heavy tail flicking from side to side in an almost-wag before coiling about one steel leg of the chair.

Gage sipped his coffee and had the sudden, hysterical thought that this was about as close as he had ever come to being on a gay bar. Heck, after all, there were bar stools and a counter, and a drink, and dirty intentions in the air, so all they were missing was the Village People music and leather pants, maybe. He shook his head briefly from side to side as if to try and physically get the thought dislodged from his mind.

Dante watched him with curious eyes. He had brown eyes, quite warm and not too sharp, even for a Sheppie who looked like the stereotypical police officer. Gage wondered if there were gay policefurs.

"That hot?" he chuckled as he watched the stallion shake his head.

Gage's cheeks flared briefly as he put the mug down.

"Uh, no, it's...it's okay. Tastes pretty good."

"It's just plain Folgers," Dante flicked a tall ear.

"Yeah, it's fine."

"You into any those fancy stuff? Espresso or cappuccino or...?"

Gage shook his head.

"That's for snobs."

"Hear, hear," the Sheppie smiled, and it did look like a genuine enough a smile, given over the rim of his mug before taking a deep sip.

Gage gave Dante a nod and drank his own coffee, hoping that it would calm his nerves a little bit. So far, it wasn't so bad. Just catching up, like any co-workers would do if visiting another. Just two dudes talking and having a manly coffee and a good, hearty manly chat. Nothing strange to that at all, two engineers sharing drink and talk.

The silence stretched between them, and Gage got the feeling that he ought to try to say something else. Bringing up the main topic of the day didn't feel too comfortable, so he decided to try something else.

"Uhh...well, you keep things really...clean."

The Sheppie raised a brow.

"I used to work on a clean room facility when I was studying. Guess some of that rubbed off on me," he spoke, deadpan.

"Oh..."

Dante chuckled.

"Or maybe I just have too much free time at my paws and I need to do something."

"Yeah, maybe."

"I've been thinking of maybe getting a smaller place but it's not too much of a chore to keep this place nice and cozy."

"Did you live here with that guy?" Gage spoke without thinking and immediately regretted his words.

Dante's face remained impassive, his eyes fixed on the gentle steam rising from the mug of black coffee in front of him.

"Yeah, we did live here. It was our little suburban dream," Dante detailed quietly. "It was good for as long as it lasted."

"Yeah, Id imagine, it does look nice. Peaceful, and not too far away from the city and stuff," Gage scratched the side of his muzzle and the base of his ear.

"It didn't last a Hungarian male model Rottweiler called Pista I'm afraid," Dante grunted and drank his coffee again.

"Ohh..."

"There's so much that brains can do compared to oiled muscles under studio lights," the Sheppie grunted.

Gage felt bad and a slightly freaked out for asking about the Sheppie's personal life like that, especially since the answer was complete with rather interesting detail, too. He wasn't sure if he wanted to hear such a description going on, especially now that his own comforts were being pushed to their very limits. He wasn't here as Dr. Phil, anyway, but as Gage, the stallion who wanted the Sheppie to scratch a very deep itch for him. He didn't know what to say, to begin with.

"Yeah."

"Yeah."

Coffee levels in the mugs dropped at the same rate as they rose in their systems while it was consumed in silence. Gage rubbed his thigh absentmindedly. He was trying to think of something sensible to say to someone who you were planning to have sex with, and who was a dude and not a girl. With the women he always had plenty of charming and amusing small talk to use to get their panties dripping, but here, it was alien territory, and he wasn't feeling like the most confident of stallions. He was a stud with a capital S, after all, or so he had been told in the multiple "Oh, yeah, STUD, harder!" s that his ears had picked up during his years of going through the bar scene.

Dante, however, wasn't a girl. He was just a dude, a Sheppie with the familiar brown and black and creamy coat, tall eyes and an okay physique for an engineer. He probably did something to keep himself from bloating up and in shape, but Gage's trained eye was pretty sure that he did not frequent a gym or anything like that. At least he didn't have a pot belly, and his jeans fit him pretty good. Their front wasn't too loose either.

Gage's cheeks flustered as he realized that he was looking at the guy's butt and crotch, and he immediately switched back to contemplating a knife holder that stood next to the kitchen sink. Dante thankfully didn't seem to notice, or at least he didn't speak about it, which was a comfort for the nervous stallion.

The coffee mug made a small hollow sound when he put it back to the counter after a final sip to get the last tangy drops out to his maw. Dante sat still, his paws holding the mug close in them.

"Thanks for the coffee," Gage spoke to have something to say.

"Well I wasn't about to just come up to you at the door and say 'First door to the right upstairs, big boy', would I?" Dante snuffled, adopting an even more gruff and throaty voice for his seductive lines.

Gage shuffled uncomfortably on his seat, and as he did, the sharp edge of the bottle of lube dug into his thigh through his pants' pocket.

"Yeah, I guess...thanks," he scratched the back of his neck.

"Hey, would a girl done that if you were going around to meet someone for a bit of fun?"

Gage shrugged.

"Someone might have, I suppose."

"Straight furs," Dante shrugged.

"We're pretty awesome, mind you," Gage smirked, if nervously that was.

"Guess you have to be."

"Well I don't think there's anything wrong about your lot either," Gage defended, "I mean..."

Dante tipped a brown ear down and cocked his chin up, head tilting to the side.

"Yeah, if you want to say that we're FAAAAbulous, go for it," the Sheppie lisped.

Gage snorted in a rather profoundly equine manner.

"You're not swish," he noted.

"Even you're more swish than I am," Dante snickered.

Gage huffed and smacked his tail against the chair legs, annoyed by the implication. There was nothing queer about him for sure.

"Ha,ha."

"And cocky as hell, I might add," Dante mused, still studying the brown stallion sitting next to him with keen eyes, going up and down his body with the precise look of an engineer.

Gage nickered and tipped his head up, showing himself off proudly.

"Got what it takes to do it," he spoke in a low voice.

The canine snuffled.

"I didn't lie when I said that there's probably a thousand guys who'd want to get it on with you. And maybe three thousand guys who would want to ride your lap," he added.

Gage huffed, uneasy with more mentions of gayness. He didn't need lessons on that, thank you very much. He was feeling a bit stared now, and it was a guy stare, and a gay guy stare, too! His nerves made themselves known with extra flutters in his coffee-soaked belly.

"What's with that anyway?" he huffed.

"With what now?"

"Wanting to ...ride."

Dante chuckled heartily.

"Do you ask your girls why they want to fuck with you?"

Gage shrugged.

"I guess they just want a piece of me in their piece," he mused.

"Right."

"What?" the stallion's ears perked. "Isn't it the same for you guys?"

Dante's tail wagged against the counter island as he spoke.

"Yeah, sure, if you just want a quick lay and that's it. Then it's just a matter of finding a willing ass or a willing maw and a cock to stick into it."

The stallion nodded.

"Yeah, doesn't sound too different."

Dante smirked and gave him the eye again.

"So, tell me, I'm curious," he started out, tail still wagging, "what makes you so sure of your 100 percent heterosexuality, even if you're sitting here with me with the intentions that you have. Ain't there a chance that you might simply be curious?"

The stallion's eyes were resolute on the Sheppie as he spoke.

"I don't want to kiss a dude. I don't want to hug a dude. I don't want to fuck a guy in the ass. I don't want to go hand in hand to a parade or something or whatever. I like girls and just girls, and I want to have a family with a girl one day, and that's it. Not some guy."

"So what you ask of me is just sex, is that so?" Dante demanded. "Can you really separate sex and emotion that strictly, Gage?"

"Sure, everyone does it every weekend at Bitches' Brew," Gage replied, referring to his regular singles' haunt. "Fuck kiss goodbye and that's it."

"What happened to wanting a family?"

"Well I don't want to spend my best years driving a colt or a filly around to school every morning," Gage snorted. "I want to...live."

"Living equals fucking to you, then," the Sheppie snuffled. "You sound like a gay guy, you know, of a particular bad type."

"I'm not gay."

"Whatever makes you happy, Gage."

The stallion shuffled and jabbed himself in the thigh again. He snorted at the feeling and dug the tube out of his pocket, dropping it down to the table. Dante's eye flicked over to the white and blue tube and his brows knit.

"What's that?"

Gage shrugged, rubbing his smarting thigh now.

"Uh, I just thought I'd...well, I just thought."

The Sheppie snatched the tube to his paw and rolled the half-used lube around, his face pulling into a scowl.

"How...romantic," he snuffled and tossed the tube away to the counter.

Gage's embarrassment made his ears flatten as he eyed the discriminating tube.

"Well it was just there when I was leaving and I just..."

"Don't worry, Gage, I wasn't expecting flowers or Best of Liza Minelli albums or anything of the like. Besides, that's a pretty handy present, considering what you came here for, eh?"

Gage's heart leaped at the mention of THE reason, and his tail swooped around, its flicky strands shuffling in the air. He swallowed.

"Well you can't use too much, heh," he smirked, big front teeth and all.

Dante didn't look too amused, but he did manage a snuffle.

"Well it's hard to, but some don't like it too squishy."

Gage wasn't too happy with the knowledge of knowing what "it" was, because his rump had the same idea as the Sheppie did. He did put up a brave face, though, and nodded.

"Yeah, gotta find the right balance."

"Spoken by a true ass expert, eh?" the Sheppie slapped his paw against the table.

The stallion wanted to groan at the Sheppie's humor, but decided that irking the owner of his experimental cock wasn't a good idea. He might be punished for his misdeeds in a very unfortunate moment, after all.

"You're the gay guy, you know what ass is like. It's pretty fun when you know what do with it," Gage mused. "And it's not gay, it's just fun."

"Well don't you worry," the Sheppie smirked, "I bet your rump is going to be having a gay old time, no matter what you call it."

And then, to Gage's horror, he felt a paw on his butt, splayed and firm and warm and male and Sheppie and Dante's!

His body tensed at the intrusion of personal space, and his tail flicked against the arm of that paw now fixed against his rump. His eyes turned to the Sheppie's, and Dante looked back to him, those brown eyes steady at him.

"It's pretty nice, too. You work out a lot?" he spoke almost too casually for Dante's pleasure.

"Sure I do, it isn't just good breeding that gives you a bod like this."

Damn!

Gage made a mental reminder to himself that butts and breeding didn't come together in his vocabulary, especially under circumstances like this. He didn't move to smack the Sheppie paw away, though. Guess he could start getting used to feelings like that or he'd be in trouble soon.

"I bet," Dante mused. "Looking good...feels nice, too..."

To Gage's relief, he did not squeeze his ass, but still, the very presence of that paw on his hindquarters made him all too aware of what he was planning to do.

"Thanks, I guess."

"Don't the girls compliment your body, Gage?"

"All the time," he shrugged.

"So is it too...gay..." the Sheppie smirked, leaning closer to the seated stallion, smiling a bit dangerously, "If I do the same?"

Gage could feel Dante's breath on his face as he spoke, warm and smelling like coffee. It made his skin prickle all the way down to his neck.

"I guess if you want to..."

"Maybe I will when I see something I like...but I do like..."

Now the paw moved a little, lower along his rump, to rest over Gage's firm thigh. The pads felt hot against his skin, even through the fabric of his pants. His ears flattened.

"Yeah," the stallion spoke in a low, quiet voice.

"Yeah..."

Dante was leaning even closer now, and for a mad second Gage thought that the canine was planning to try to kiss him. The Sheppie, however, simply stopped until he was a couple of inches away, and breathed deeply through his nose, sampling the stallion's scent from about his neck. His eyes were closed for a moment before he breathed out deeply and slowly, leaning back a little now.

"Pretty nice..."

Gage swallowed.

"I ain't pretty."

Dante snorted.

"For fuck's sake," he chuckled, giving the stallion's iron thigh an additional squeeze before he sat back to his own side again, leaving the horse to be alone with himself for now.

"What?" Gage frowned.

"You're way too jumpy," the Sheppie noted humorlessly. "How do you think you'll ever be able to do what you want to do if you get scared shitless from words, let alone more than that?"

Gage's conspiring belly agreed. He was being ridiculously tense all over, including the secret muscles hidden under his tail. Nothing could pass such a tightly shut portal, he was damn sure of that, and knew well that the Sheppie would not stop trying until he did.

"I want it."

"Well, you want my cock, but to get that, you have to be ready to do a little bit more."

Gage wanted to speak up his dislike of any gay shit, but he remained silent, simply nodding for now.

"Good. I won't be asking you to do anything you don't want to, but since you're so outspoken about not liking it, I'll let you choose, ok?"

"Yeah."

"Good. And one more thing," the Sheppie demanded.

"Uh?"

"You can bail out when you want but I'd prefer if you did it before I have my cock up your ass. That'd be a bit of a letdown, wouldn't it be?"

The Sheppie's tail thumped against the kitchen counter hollowly and Gage's belly clenched. How could Dante speak so bluntly to him, when he was the one who needed to be treated with respect and care? He was going way out of his normal comfort zone to do what he wanted, so he might as well get some respect for that. The Sheppie didn't seem to have the same opinion about it.

"Guess it would be a bit..."

"It WOULD be a bit, Gage," the Sheppie grunted. "So, either we cut this thing and you can thank me for the coffee and get your ass out of here or you can say, hey, let's go and do it, and we can put that ass to the bed and see what happens, nhhh?"

Gage was glared at by the Sheppie's eyes, and he felt more stared than ever when he was being looked down by those intensive eyes. He avoided them for now.

"Is that a thank you or a let's go, Gage?"

The stallion's heart revved up to a new gallop as he weighted things up. Yeah, coffee was nice, but he wasn't here for coffee, he was here to do what he wanted to do, to experience a new kind of a pleasure only the canine sitting next to him could provide for him. That's what he wanted, and he would just have to speak up and he would be getting it. To say those words...the words he had said before, was a whole different thing, though.

"Damn you ,Dante," he huffed.

"I'm waiting." the Sheppie crossed his arms over his chest.

Gage nickered quietly.

"Fuck, yeah, let's...let's do it," he snorted, barely meeting Dante's eyes.

"There we go!" the Sheppie cheered, wagging his tail.

Gage didn't feel like wagging. He felt scared, and excited at the same time. Was this another step taken? Perhaps it was.

"Ngghhh," he vocalized.

"Nggghhhhhhhrrrr to you too," Dante gargled.

Gage couldn't help but chuckle at the silliness of their conversation. Dante seemed to feel the same, for he was laughing, too, leaning against the counter with an elbow as his body shook with amusement, tail wagging again. He stood up to his paws once he had calmed down, and gave the stallion a look.

"Okay, stallion, if this is really what you want, just follow me. And don't forget that."

His paw flicked towards the abandoned tube of KY on the table. The reminder only served to make Gage's cheeks burn hotter. Nonetheless, he did pick up the tube and stuffed it back to his pocket before getting to his hooves and following the swingy-tailed Sheppie. They walked through the dining room and the kitchen and the hall and up the stairs until they reached a door which Dante opened.

"You're welcome."

Gage clip-clopped his way into what was revealed to be a bedroom. The curtains were down and the light that passed through the thin fabric created a warm hue over the whole room. The walls were a pretty typical shade of white, and there was nothing particularly exotic about the furniture either. There was a full-sized bed, a large dresser and a couple of big cabinets for storing clothes and things. No whips or chains or sex toys strewn around on the floor, or giant jars of anal grease waiting to be uncorked. All in all, it could have been a pretty ordinary bedroom, even a girl's a bedroom, Gage decided, except for the lack of beauty products on top of the dresser, and the air of...girly feelings that he associated with women's bedrooms.

Dante closed the bedroom door behind him and flicked the light switch to turn a couple of dim spotlights on the ceiling, creating a very comfortable light level that wasn't too bright. Gage's eyes flicked over the room and then turned to the Sheppie who stood next to the door, watching the stallion in return. He wasn't smiling.

"You waiting for something?" Dante spoke.

"Dunno."

The Sheppie scratched an ear.

"Well you look like that, but whatever," Dante snuffled and his paws caught the hems of his shirt.

Gage's nerves jumped at the sight of the Sheppie pulling his shirt over his head before tossing it away to the side, revealing his lean, darkly furred upper body for the stallion to look over. It wasn't a new sight, he was used to seeing guys at various stages of undress back at the gym, but he hadn't seen naked guys in a bedroom, yet.

Dante simply smiled at the sight of the puzzled stallion and stood there, paws resting to his sides as he watched the brown horse brood.

"I'm not into the pants-down-the-ankles kind of a thing, so you better get naked."

Gage's nerves manifested themselves as a quiet huff as he began to unbutton his shirt. His fingers fumbled a little, the buttons feeling oddly small now. The stallion's ears flicked errantly as he finally got the soft cloth away from his body and then simply dropped it to the floor. The Sheppie's eyes followed the trajectory of the shirt and smirked.

"Well, I do know the old line about saying that I like your clothes and I bet they would look great on my bedroom floor..." he smirked and licked his lips.

The stallion made a face.

"So, you wanna make out before we get down and dirty?" Dante smirked.

Gage bared his teeth and nickered.

"I ain't gonna make out!"

"Relax," Dante snickered, already untying his belt and popping the buttons of his fly to release himself of his jeans. "I did promise to ask you before doing anything."

Gage's eyes widened as the Sheppie stepped out of his jeans and then walked straight over to the bed, flopping down to his back and scooting up so that his head rested against the numerous pillows on the headboard. He was still smiling.

"Well, I'm down to my boxers," Dante spoke, gesturing a paw over the said piece of garment which had a considerable lump at their front, much to Gage's nerves' fray. "You might want to do the same."

Gage shook his head briefly before he took a deep breath and unbuttoned his cargo pants before kicking them off his toned legs, exposing himself to an even more vulnerable state than before. He stood there for a moment, nervously wondering what the Sheppie on the bed was thinking now that he could see everything of him except for what was hidden inside his dark blue silky boxers. The stallion felt twitches in his sheath and under his tail while his nagging mind again remind him of what might happen soon enough.

Dante's ears flicked as he lounged back, tail swishing between his outstretched hindpaws while he watched the handsome stallion be nervous.

"Bet you've heard this a thousand times but I gotta say...," he smirked, "...come on right over, stud."

Gage's ears flattened at the tone that was not really doing much good to his nerves, but he did comply after a snorted huff, sitting down to the foot of the bed, as far away as possible from the reclining canine whose eyes followed him. His ropey tail flicked off to his side and against his thigh as he simply sat there, lean and shoulders slung back, naturally taking his best posture, the way he always did when being looked. A dude or not, he had an instinct to look good, and it was showing now with his slung shoulder and tilted neck.

"Happy now?"

"It's a start," the Sheppie replied. "This too gay for you yet?"

Gage scratched his ear and snuffled with annoyance. The Sheppie wasn't letting him off easily, it seemed. What was so weird about this, anyway? He knew what he wanted, he wasn't going to beg for it. He'd just do it.

"Well it's just weird yet," he spoke after a pause, letting it come out in a dark huff.

"How come? By the way you talk about your free time at work, you'd think that you spend most of it in bedrooms that are not your own."

"I don't go to other guys' bedrooms."

"Well now you're here and it's okay, yes?"

Gage shifted from hip to another on the bed, feeling his damp rump cheeks rub together and creating some interesting friction down in his taint. It served as a reminder for him of why he was here, and made him more eager, too. His tail flicked from the sudden stimulation, and he felt his sheath give a compassionate twitch as well. Dante, on his own side, was rubbing a paw slowly over his thigh and his belly, avoiding all the really naughty places for new. Gage suspected that for a gay guy it might have looked attractive, or a kind of a "come here" kind of a gesture, but here it was just...there.

"I expect to get what I want, yeah."

Dante's tail made batting noises as it wagged.

"Well, you wanna show me what I 'm getting, Gage?" he smirked.

"Huh?" Gage frowned.

"I'd like to see the ass I'm stuffing before actually getting to stuffing, so I'd suggest that you lose the boxers," Dante waved a paw at the stallion's direction.

"Uhh...right."

Gage's ears flattened as he maneuvered himself on the bed, not bothering to get up as he hooked his thumbs under his waistband and then wriggled himself out of the boxers. He leaned down a little to get them off his ankles and then sat up again, an arm folded over his lap by instinct to cover his sheath. Dante didn't seem to mind for Gage was pretty sure that the bulge on the front of his own boxers had grown since the last time he laid his eyes on it. His tailhole agreed on the fact with a firm clench.

"I'm not seeing that much rump yet though. Why don't you climb to the bed and kneel down with your back to me so that I can see what I'm really dealing with?"

The stallion knew that he could not complain for it was a fact that he'd still have to bare it at some point, so he might as well just get along with it. After a deep breath, the stallion scooted up to the bed, on his knees, before turning and straightening his back so that it curved nicely and pushed out his firm, round rump while his eyes were trained at the direction of the wall. Gage spread his knees for balance and let his arms fall down to sides, as relaxed as he could, and he pushed his shoulders back. His tail was flicked down over his taint, more vulnerable than ever now for the eyes of the Sheppie. The stallion tried to not to care about the jitter going through his body or the hammering of his heart while he just sat there, all poised and fully showing off his rump for Dante.

"Well...you're not disappointing me," came the gruff voice of the Sheppie.

Dante tilted his head to look over his shoulder and to his horror, Dante had slipped a paw into his boxers and was now fondling himself while his eyes feasted at the stallion's fleshy rump and his toned body in general. He smirked as he noted Gage's returned gaze.

"Huh?"

"Looking good" the Sheppie smirked, his paw still busy inside the boxers.

"Gee, thanks!"

"Tell me...," Dante licked his lips as he spoke slowly, "how do you go on usually about it? What do you like to do? How does a straight guy play with his ass?"

Gage felt a bit weird just staying poised there like that with his rump of full view, but he supposed that it was a fair question. No reason why gay guys wouldn't be curious about how straight people went on handling their sex lives.

"Uhh..well, you know...sometimes just my fingers, though mostly I like some prostate massage with a TruMan, or..."his words caught in his muzzle as he realized how it must've sounded like, him going on about it like that with the Sheppie looking at the very butt that was the subject of all the things he was speaking about. "Or a toy..."

"What kind of a toy?" the Sheppie demanded, and there was no denying that request now that they were at it, even if it made Gage's sympathetic tailhole jump under his protective tail.

"Well, if you really must know..."

"Humor me." his paw was already going up and down in his boxers in the classic pawing off gesture, which was more than enough to make the insides of Gage's ears heat up.

"Uhh, well I've got a horse toy and a...a canine one, that I use most."

Dante chuckled.

"You've got quite the repertoire I see..."

"I keep them at the actual sizes, thank you," Gage was fast to add, not wanting to sound like a size queen or anything gay like that. "So don't get any ideas."

"Ohhh I'm getting ideas alright and you probably don't want to hear them all, Gage." his paw was still moving, slowly, making a strange, moving bulge in his boxers.

Gage felt a little bit more comfortable, now that they were just talking, and Dante wasn't doing anything too dangerous. He hadn't even whipped out his cock to see yet, which was making the stallion a little bit curious of just what he'd be having stuffed into his butt, but it also made it a bit easier to get into the situation. His own sheath was still almost in a normal dormant status, with only a mild stiffening going on along the nestled shaft within.

"But...to get to the point...how do you do it?" the Sheppie continued. "I mean, the actually play. Do you like it on the bed or whatever?"

Gage sighed.

"Well, mostly I just lay down for the massager stuff or...stuff, and for the bigger toys I...eh...well it's easiest to ride them y'know, leaves your hands free and all..."

It felt damn weird to be going on about his self-fucking technique for a gay guy lying almost naked on a bed and watching his naked rump with the intention of sticking his by now definitely hard cock into it at any moment. His prostate was not opposed to the idea, for the dull pulsing of internal muscles was getting more intense by the minute.

"Yeah, it's convenient...we can try that if you want, later," Dante smirked, and to Gage's surprise, he pulled his legs back and ended up sitting on his haunches on the head of the bed, his paws falling to his side as he watched the contorted stallion watch him.

The bulge at the front of his boxers was now even bigger. Just how big was that? Gage swallowed nervously.

"Now, though...I wanna get to know the field I'm gonna be playing a little bit better, "the Sheppie grinned, giving his tail a couple of quick wags. "You ever been rimmed before?"

Gage shuddered at the idea of the canine's big doggie tongue and muzzle buried between his rump cheeks, going to town on his tailhole.

"Uhh..seen it on porn, but..."

"So that's a no," Dante spoke and scooted closer so that only about two feet separated them. "You want to?"

"I dunno, I mean..."

"I presume it was straight porn where you saw it, so if you're going to call it too gay, then I think you're a hypocrite, Gage," the Sheppie snorted.

Gage flicked a bothered ear at Dante and wondered what the hell he had gotten himself into again. It was a tempting offer, but it also meant letting the Sheppie close to his butt, and possible he'd also grope it, and that was only one step away before he'd want to touch Gage's cock, and that was not what he wanted.

"Uhh, you want to do it?"

Dante shrugged.

"Thought I'd treat you to the full package, but if you'd rather just sit on my cock...I sure wouldn't mind that either."

The big lump at his boxers served as a clear proof of that Gage's tailhole was endangered no matter what was going to happen next, so there really wasn't much to lose.

With a something like a resigned look, Gage faced the wall again and flicked his tail again. He really didn't want to see what was happening back there. He'd have to trust the Sheppie enough not to overstep his mark.

"Hmmm...let's see..."

There was the combined sound and shuffle of the Sheppie moving even closer, followed by the ball-twitching feeling of two paws suddenly appearing to Gage's butt cheeks. They felt even heavier than Dante's paw had felt before when they were at the kitchen, but now it was naked flesh, not through any clothing, and Gage was in a fuck position on a gay bed and about to let a man stick his tongue into his ass. The throbbing under his tail told him that it was alright.

Gage sighed deeply as he felt thumbs press against his crack and hold onto his ass cheeks.

"You ok, man?"

"Yeah," Gage grunted gruffly.

"I can't do this paws-free you know," the Sheppie chuckled, stroking the very edges of those shapely rump cheeks with gentle thumbs.

"Yeah, whatever, just don't get too comfortable back there."

"I intend to get very comfortable, but don't you worry, I don't bite...unless you're into that..."

"No!" Gage yelped, his butt cheeks clenching and tensing on the Sheppie's paws.

"No biting, gotta remember that."

The padded fingers travelled over Gage's flesh and then deeper, pressing into his taint now and pulling the ripe cheeks apart to reveal the shiny, clean valley between the mounds of firm rump.

"You're wet here."

Gage rolled his shoulders, putting his palms down to the wooden footboard of the bed for balance as he tried to relax to the idea and feeling of being explored back there.

"I uh...nhhh..," he gasped as he felt the fingers travel up and down his crack slowly, going near his hole but not actually touching it before heading down again. "Washed..."

"That's very polite of you, much appreciated. Thank you."

Gage felt his sheath starting to swell up despite the nervous tension in his body, the fleshly member pulsing inside its sheath as his agitated heart began to pump blood into that growing shaft. Its folded skinny cover was already pulling back to reveal the dark, blunt tip, now peeking out of its hidey place while the stallion's rump was manipulated by the Sheppie's paws.

"Can you raise your tail for me or do you want me to do it for you?" Dante rumbled.

Gage thought it best not to complain and simply twisted his tail to the side, knowing that by doing that he would exposure his anus fully for the Sheppie for the first time. The ringed muscle clenched both at the idea and the feel of air brushing against it caused by the movement of his tail.

To his horror, Dante chuckled while his thumbs still stroked his taint slowly.

"My, my, it's winking at me and all!"

The next thing Gage's tailhole felt was not air or fingers, but the very wet raspiness of Dante's tongue being stroked quickly along his taint and coming to a stop only after slurping slickly over the pucker normally hidden at the base of his tail.

"Ughhh!" Gage nickered at the sudden feeling, the Sheppie's cool nose now pressing against the muscular nub of his tailbase while his jaws worked, lips and tongue suddenly all over his anus.

Dante rumbled in agreement, sending vibrations through Gage's tailhole and into the pit of his belly through the sensitized tissues of his lower body. His hands clenched into fists at the footboard of the bed, and he found himself neighing again as the hot tongue made circles around his convulsing muscle. On the other side, his cock was thrusting itself out of its sheath with firm pulses, letting the shaft grow thick and long and throbbing while the stallion's tailhole was played with hotly. Dante was making hot growling sounds, his breaths coming as hot huffs that washed along Gage's taint and hit his balls and caused them to itch inside their fleshy sac.

The stallion found himself pushing his rump against Dante's paws and muzzle while tilting his ass for better access into his sensitive taint. The Sheppie's tongue made everything wet with his copious saliva that was soon dribbling down his ass crack in small rivulets of spit that gathered around his big balls and left them as sloppy as the muscled spot being teased by Dante's tongue and warm doggie lips. Wet muscle stroked over wet muscle, making even dirtier sounds when Dante slurped unhurriedly along the tasty, oddly salty flesh he found thrust upon his maw.

Gage's cock pulsed, heavy and firm and with its dark tip pushing against his belly while his taunt body was wracked with the pleasure coursing through him. The Sheppie's tongue felt more went and more roughly textured and warmer than his fingers had ever felt, and it made his tailhole clench and throb uncontrollably under the determined oral assault. His cock stood proudly and pressed on Gage's belly, already oozing out a heavy droplet of pre as he was being teased so skillfully. His tail swept from side to side and was hitting Dante's tall ears, but he didn't seem to be minding it, if only judged by the fact that he was practically fucking Gage's tailhole with his agile and perpetually wet and spit-slickened tongue while it battered against the pulsing tailhole.

Their rough huffs filled the room while Dante played with the stallion's anus, treating it to the best rimjob he had done in ages, well, ever, probably. The flesh was plaint and supple and welcomed his tongue with continuous ripples. The stallion's horny grunts only added to his pleasure as he toyed with the big equine splayed on his bed. Dante's paws still cupped as much of the broad butt as he simply could fit under his palms, and it felt good, and excellent. It also made him want to feel it against his lap even more than before.

Dante tilted his head back with a slight snort and then watched the result of his work. Gage's tailhole looked back to him, glistering with spit and wrinkling back into its original creased, brown and pinkish shaded shape of a snug pucker surrounded by smooth, slick skin. Dante smirked and blew a little stream of air over the inviting hole before he hacked und spat across the teased flesh. Gage snorted and threw his head back. He didn't complain when Dante's paws massaged his rump cheeks firmly.

"Want some more?" Dante huffed, his own cock throbbing almost painfully in his pre-stained boxers, his knot straining against the smooth fabric.

Gage looked back over his shoulder, his jaw slack, sweat stuck to his mane and making it look even messier than it was before.

"That or...?" the heaving stallion panted.

"Well there's something going in your ass right now but it's your choice what," Dante grunted between clenched teeth.

Gage's tailhole made a wet noise as it throbbed madly, telling them both that this was why they were here. His cravings would finally be fulfilled. His trail of thought was interrupted by the feeling of a thumb being pressed against his anus, rubbing it in wet circles and encouraging its pulsing motions with the teasing.

"Nghhhhh...ahh...just...yeah, do it..."

"Do what, Gage?" the Sheppie growled, keeping up the pressure against the slick hole.

"Just fuck me..."

Gage looked straight to the Sheppie's brown eyes, and they both knew that it was what they wanted, and by now, also needed, madly. Dante's fingertip tickled his hole again.

"That's what you want?"

"Yeah."

"Hell yeah..." Dante growled and was on the move again.

Gage watched the Sheppie as he got up and pulled open a drawer on the nightstand, bringing out the familiar sight of a tube of lube and a plastic-wrapped condom which he soon tossed to the bed. He was breathing heavily and raggedly, his ears flicking and his tail swishing.

"Just stay as you are," the Sheppie grunted as he pulled his boxers down.

A great, heavy knotted cock slapped up against the Sheppie's belly, standing up in a proud angle. The pre oozing out of the tip and staining the pink length filled the air with the smell of rut, and its perfectly formed proportions were only made more attractive by the big, apple-sized knot at the base. It looked huge, and angry, and it pulsed, and it was there, and it was going...somewhere.

Dante give himself a brief, rough stroke before he was on the bed again, fumbling with the package of the condom. It was one of those big, square packages that Gage had seen at the drugstore before, because they had the lower ring that went over the knot and locked the whole thing into place under the bulb of flesh at the base. That pink knot looked even bigger than the one at his GruffWuffy Medium, and even that wasn't ping pong ball - sized.

Gage could do little but stay as he was, panting and watching over his shoulder as the horny Sheppie smeared some lube over his cock before rolling the transparent layer of protective plastic onto his doggiehood. He completed the dirty image by applying another pawful of lube over his length, moving his palm slowly across his hot flesh and hissing between his teeth as he pleasured himself hotly. His eyes were fixed squarely on the rump that was still pointed towards him, the stallion facing the wall.

The Sheppie shuffled closer towards Gage again, his cock bounding in front of him, glistening with watery lube. His paw still held the bottle, and his tongue hung out of his maw between his front teeth, and he panted softly as he squeezed some lube onto his free paw.

"You like it slow or fast, Gage?"

"I just like it," the stallion snorted, his belly burning with sensation and anticipation.

Dante's fingers landed over his rump again, stroking quickly along his taint before the same hot fingers were pressed over anus. The cool lube spread over the hot muscle made it clench and wink at the Sheppie again, and his growl was more than indicative of the fact that he had noticed. The fingers stroked into his flesh hotly, pushing against the tight pucker until it relented and gave access to the fingers. Gage's trained muscle opened without trouble to admit the two fingers that spread his pucker open and created wonderful tension inside his belly. His cock spat some pre out of its impressively broad tip when the lubed fingers pressed against his prostate.

"Ngghhhhh...!"

"Found your place eh?" Dante chuffed, curling his fingertips.

"Nhhggheheeyyeess" the stallion pushed his rump backwards to make the pressure even more firm inside his rectum.

" Nhhhh yeeeesssh," the Sheppie vocalized, scissoring his fingers inside the tight, slick tail tunnel of the stallion kneeling in front of him, spit dripping from his slack tongue while he watched his fingers disappear deeply into Gage's yielding anus.

"Damn this is tight...," Dante snorted as he felt the firm muscles clench down onto his fingers, practically sucking onto them as he slid them slowly in and out of the firm rump until only the fingertips remained within the suckling confines of the lubed hole.

"Ahhh...Kegels'...five times a week!" the stallion grunted when he felt the fingers slide into him again, all the way to the knuckles.

"It sure pays off...you could peel carrots with this thing," Dante hissed dirtily as he pulled his fingers out and they left with a slurping, wet sound and left a gaping hole in their wake.

Gage snorted as he felt his hole purse up again, expelling some lube in the process and making everything even sloppier than before.

"You better hold on tight...," the Sheppie snorted as he moved close again.

Gage's back arched as he felt both Dante's paws and his slick cock make contact with his rump. The thick, huge length pushed against his taint, the knot and all pushing between the firm cheeks and nestling itself there while the Sheppie moved into position. He was still breathing in deep, ragged huffs, and his tail wagged with the anticipation of getting himself into somewhere nice and hot.

"D...Dante..."

"Just hold on. This is what you want for."

Gage pushed his ass back against the cock stuck between his buns and pushed his head down.

"Hot stuff, stallion."

Dante's paw left the horse's hip only brief enough to take aim with the pointed edge of his cocktip, and rubbing it against the slick, lubed pucker. Both bit their teeth together at the feeling that only intensified when the Sheppie changed his angle slightly and pushed.

Gage had not bragged about his skills in vain, for as soon as his muscles sensed the familiar pressure of something blunt pushed against the firm pucker, his body remembered the intense pleasures that could be received from having something lodged inside his rectum. The stallion's body admitted the tip without trouble, only concentrating to clenching slowly around the blunt member as it passed his ringed muscle and into his tight tunnel. The stallion's hands grasped the wooden footboard as firmly as he could, his back rippling with tension as he rode the sensations coming from his newly speared ass.

"Fuck...."

Gage's cock jumped but did not shrivel as he was taken by the growling and huffing Sheppie. Dante's paws held onto the offered ass firmly, keeping them both steady while he kept himself from simply lunging into the hot, sucking depths of that rectum. It was hotter and better than his paw could be, making involuntary rippling motions as the muscles were stretched around the two or three inches of cock inside the stallion's ass. He could look down and watch the speared pink pucker bulge around his shaft while the stallion's innards tried to adjust for it.

"Ngghhhh...," Gage neighed.

Dante pulled about an inch of himself back before pushing in with two more hefty inches of canine cock into the stallion's tailhole. The hot muscle quivered while new depth were tried and conquered by the Sheppies's tapered cock. The added penetration also had the beneficial byproduct of pushing Dante's cocktip into direct contact with the stallion's spongy prostate deep inside his rump.

"Ahhhhh....!!"

Another inch brought another grunt and a moan, and then another, and he had six inches in him, and the warm knot pressed against the hot, lube-smeared ass cheeks while both moaned at the sensation. Neither one moved anymore when their bodies finally came together, and Dante gripped the stallion's hips even more firmly as he felt the hot flesh welcome him fully.

"You okay there big boy?" Dante grunted from his mount.

Gage's prostate pulsed with joy, compressed by the very bulk of the Sheppie cock in his ass.

"It's...ahhh...not silicon..."

"Hell no," the Sheppie grunted and jabbed his hips forward.

"Nghhh!"

"Bet your toys can't do this can they?" Dante growled and repeated the motion.

"Nnnnnoooh!"

Dante began to thrust slowly but strongly, putting his hips into a natural rocking motion while his cock moved in and out of the stallion's wet hole. Each outwards pull was followed by an eager inwards plunge, and every time the slick, lubed member spread the stallion open, his tip burrowing deeply into Gage's tail tunnel and pressing his prostate down so hard that it was a sweet agony, having such an intense stroke happening deep inside him.

They both were right. It was nothing like a toy, the feeling of that thick canine member sounding Gage's depths with each of his ball-slapping thrusts. He was fast and he was hard, and his rhythm kept the stallion breathless and always guessing when the next push into him might come. At his position, he could hardly even move back, like he always did when riding his toys, because he simply had to concentrate to hanging onto the bedframe while he was pounded from behind.

The bed creaked, the stallion groaned, the Sheppie huffed and his might cock kept slapping his belly while the horse's taunt body took what was given to him hard and fast by the horny canine plugging his bone deep into the horse ass. Everything back there was as tight as any other muscle in the stallion's body, the breathless Sheppie had to concur while his cock was massaged from all directions by Gage's slick rectum. His rump male slick, lewd sounds with each hard thrust into it, both of their bodies straining with the effort of keeping up their hot fuck.

Dante's full and engorged knot bumped against the stallion's tailhole with each of his firm thrusts, especially when he held his hips pushed back to Gage's and ground them up and down to make sure that he was hitting the stallion's sweet spots with his hard cock before pulling back for another go. He knew he wanted to tie the horse, and he wanted it soon or he'd simply lose himself there and then before reaching the ultimate satisfaction.

The Sheppie gripped onto the stallion's hips and forced himself to stillness, his chin tipped down, breathing harshly.

"I'm gonna...gonna knot you...you want that?"

"Yeah," the stallion moaned, lost in the secret place of pleasure while his prostate convulsed under the pressure on it.

"I will move us...just sit back as you feel me move, ok?" Dante panted.

"Yeah...nghhhh...!"

With some shuffling and tilting of knees, Dante sat flat onto the bed, his rump meeting the mattress just as the heavy horse simply sat down onto him. The Sheppie held onto his hips and pushed on the a little to align them better, and to his relief, Gage had the mind to bend his knees just the right way to carry some of his weight on them while he sat there, speared on the doggie cock deep inside his ass. His cock jutted in front of him, as hard as it ever was when he'd spend the eve on his computer, riding a toy while enjoying himself fully. This was an even more hot a ride, as it was soon proven to him when the hips he was sitting on began to move.

It was rougher and faster than he'd ever gotten it before in such a position, with the Sheppie's tip battering his prostate relentlessly with each firm thrusts coming from the canine. His backdoor was banged by the knot that now pressed directly against his hole thanks to the added help of gravity pulling their bodies even more firmly together. Pre leaked out of him and his cock slapped his belly with each body-shocking thrust into his rear, the Sheppie really holding nothing back while he pummeled the brown ass into oblivion.

After what was perhaps only half a minute of the breathtaking, hard fucking, the Sheppie's hips suddenly stopped ,and there was only a pull, a firm tug over the stallion's hips as he felt the heat of the hot flesh press into him, harder than ever. He heard the Sheppie's desperate hisses and felt his body's need as he breathed out deeply, willing his body to submit.

Dante barked as he felt the flesh spread open for him, his knot slipping into the stallion with a satisfyingly loud pop. The stallion's body came crashing down to him and left him breathless not only from the added pleasure but also from the force of impact when their bodies became fully joined.

Gage growled as he was spread open as widely as he would ever be, his body accepting the intrusion before clamping down hard, every muscle in him tensing fully.

Neither could have survived such a sensation without consequences. Dante slammed his hips up in desperation, feeling the heat surround his knot and take it in just as his balls exploded with heat, causing his own tailhole to clench while the hot pucker sucked on his cock and coaxed it to give up its offering. Gage was already cumming hard, his body riding the cock inside his tailhole with convulsing motion, his head thrown back violently while he neighed. Ropes of cum shot all over the bed and the stallion, painting their immediate vicinity with copious, watery stallion spunk. Dante made his own deposition deep into the horny equine's tailhole, his hips pumping steadily into the quivering stallion's rump as he kept cumming and cumming harder than he had done in ages.

Time seemed to stretch into a standstill as they collapsed into each other and the helpful Sheppie rolled them to the sides, still joined butt to crotch with his cock deeply pushed into the studly stallion's ass and locking their bodies together for good. A weary arm fell over the horse' chest and he was held back by the panting Sheppie, feeling how his body heaved still.

"Wow...," Dante growled against his better judgment, blinking and snuffling and generally trying to clear his head after what seemed like he had leaked parts of his brain out as well along with his cum that was now held in the condom.

Gage simply breathed roughly, his mind still clouded by the almost burning sensation still emanating from his lower belly, his ass, his cock, his balls, everything tingling with the aftershocks of the fire that burned through him so intently only moments before. His cock drooled sticky droplets of cum to the sheets, the stallion's body still stimulated and his battered prostate constricting as it tried to squeeze out just a little bit more cum. Each of the clenches stroked the Sheppie's hot cock and knot, making his tail wag weakly as he simply laid there and enjoyed the sensation of being tied to his peculiar partner.

"You...you okay buddy?" Dante lifted his head a little, trying to look at the stallion's face.

"Ughhhh...," Gage made an incoherent sound.

Dante squeezed the stallion's chest to get the equine's back to press slightly more firmly against himself and he chuckled tiredly.

"I take that as a yes? Not feeling too gay are we?"

Gage snuffled and flicked one of his ears, hitting Dante in the nose in the process and causing him to snort hotly against the horse's neck. The resulting jitters were felt by both.

"Well I'm feeling pretty full," came the reply, "and...I might be sore."

"How long do you usually do it with your plastic doggie eh?" Dante smirked privately.

"Uhh..dunno...an hour maybe..."

The Sheppie chuckled and gave his hips a little nudge against the stallion's squashed butt.

"Well I might not have that kind of an endurance as your toys, but I make it up in doggie power..."

"There's one good point though," the stallion snuffled.

"Huh?"

"My arms didn't get tired. They do if I'm the one doing the fucking."

The Sheppie chucked roughly again.

"See? Bottoms have it all easy."

Gage snorted.

"I'm not your bottom, I'm not..."

"I know, I know," Dante crooned as he hooked his ankle over the stallion's and felt his tall form's warmth and shape as he pressed against his belly and chest.

"Not gay, eh?"

"Definitely not."

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Aaaaaaand here's the end to my weekend madness miniseries Steps to Pleasure!

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