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Becoming a True Stallion

Chapter One: The Journey Begins

Author's Note: Hello everyone! The name is DaBlackStallion and this is my first story on SoFurry. I've been part of this website for awhile and I figured it was about time I contributed. This is the first time I've ever written a story about furries, so please provide feedback so I know what I can do to improve. Also, I have a request to anyone who is an artist and is interested. Due to the fact that I can not pay money, I am unable to commission anyone to draw an avatar for me. If there are any artists who would like to make an avatar for me for free, please PM me, it would be greatly appreciated! Please rate and comment, and keep the comments constructive. I hope you all enjoy the story!

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"Thanks so much, I needed that." The wolf said as he slowly came off of up my cock.

"No problem, text me whenever you get another craving." I said, giving him a slight wink. The wolf laid down on his couch. He was tired, they usually are after they finish. I looked around his house, truly a beautiful place; a chandelier glistening through the moonlight hanging off of the ceiling, pictures of his family hanging off of the beige-painted walls, a very expensive carpet covering the floor of his den, with elegant designs woven throughout them. It truly was a beautiful house, too bad it was covered in cum. I looked down at the wolf, an acquaintance of mine, a wolf named Chris, had heard the rumours my reputation seems to tell and decided to investigate for himself. Of course, I was happy to oblige and prove them true. He was quite the fuck I must say. I looked down at him again, he was dreaming. I could tell by the way his chest was delicately rising and falling and the slight smile he had on his face. He was probably dreaming of the time we just spent together, most of them usually do.

"Huhh..." I let out a heavy sigh. I'd definitely be back here again. I scavenged the floor to find my clothes. Sure, there were a couple of love stains on them, but nothing a washer couldn't handle. I slipped on my white V-neck t-shirt and searched for my boxers. Oh, right, I wasn't wearing any. I put on my jean, tucking in my large balls and my cock, which was beginning to harden again. Zipping up my fly, it was time for the last procedure of the visit, cleaning my mess up. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a few pieces of paper towel and some liquid soap. Heading back to the den, I cleaned up any cum on that remained on the sofas and the carpet. I left it on the table in the center of the room, in case Chris needed to do anymore cleaning. He was definitely dreaming of me, his cock was out of its sheath again. I looked at him one last time as a feeling of contentment washed over me knowing that I provided such pleasure to him, and with that thought, I left.

It was dark outside, I'd say about 10 o'clock. It wasn't a long trek home, I was only two blocks away, but something felt off, weird almost. I couldn't help but think of how unbelievably happy I was that this is how my life has turned out so far. Leaving someone's house at 10 o'clock, after participating in what seemed to be an one hour fuck session. It's an ideal situation for any guy, being able to have sex whenever you want. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining about it, I quite love it actually. It's just...I would have never imagined myself like this 4 years ago. It's been a long journey to get here, and quite a long one, it started all started when I was 14...

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"Dude, pass the ball!" I passed the ball to Justin. He dribbled past Alex and Will and dunked it. "Damn straight!" the tiger shouted.

"That's game." the bunny said

"No way! Rematch right now!" the brown wolf shouted. I walked over to the curb and took a seat, opening my bottle of water. It was like any other day, the six of us were playing basketball, and everything happened like it usually did. Justin's team won, Alex and Will were begging for a rematch, and Eli, Flare and I were laughing at Alex and Will being denied another match. I couldn't imagine spending the next four years of my life without them. We were the best of friends, and nothing could separate us. We all met in elementary school, and now that I think about it, we haven't really changed much since then.

Justin is still as sporty and charming as ever. He's definitely the biggest flirt out of all of us. He was a tall tiger, with bright, yet soft orange fur with black stripes. He was on all of the sports teams. Basketball, volleyball, baseball, if it was a sport and there was a team, he was on it. He always had a nice body, but as he got older, his body got bigger and wider as his muscles stretched out to meet his ever expanding body. By the end of eighth grade, standing at about 5'9, he had a body of a model, with a deep, blue eyes, a winning smile, bulging arms and legs, and of course, a set of rock-hard abs with pecs to match. Of course, naturally this meant he got all the girls. He always bragged that he was the only one of us that kissed a girl, and even claims he got head from this one girl in our class. Though he sounded like your typical jock, he is a lot nicer than one. He always stops bullies in their tracks and consoles his friends when they need help.

Then there's Alex and Will, the two wolves, brown and white respectively. Alex and Will are honestly the funniest furs I've ever met. I remember Alex was always pulling pranks on the teacher when we were younger, and he always got caught. Most people think Alex is stupid, but he's actually really smart, he just uses his brilliance for...something else. I've been friends with Alex ever since kindergarten when he pulled a prank on Justin. He convinced Justin to wear a dress, though I don't remember how. Justin thought it was funny, and ever since then, the three of us always hung out together...and then Will moved to town. Will came from a rich family, and that meant that everyone laughed at his jokes and "oohed" and "aahed" to his stories. Alex didn't like that because he was used to being the center of attention. Surely enough, Alex retaliated by playing pranks on Will. After the first few pranks, Will started pranking back. They went on and on and on until Alex and Will realized that they both enjoyed the same things. As they grew older, their similarities increased. They both had the same slim stature, (Alex was taller, around 5'8, while Will was around 5'7, though Will had a bit more muscle on him.) the same markings on their fur, and even the same taste in girls! It's actually hilarious how many times they got into feuds over a girl (and how many times they lost the girl...). They're even going into the same high school.

Of course, every group of friends needs a brain, and that would be Eli. Everyone knew Eli was the smartest. Whether it was winning the Spelling Bee or constantly correcting his teachers in math class, Eli had a brain that no one could match. The bunny is actually gifted, and a lot of people neglect him or make fun of him because of that. It doesn't help that he's very shy and soft-spoken. Justin, Alex and I caught some kids trying to bully him in grade 3, and ever since then we've been best friends. He's actually really sweet and the most endearing fur I've met. He's always thinking of brand new games to play and other things for us to do. As we got older, he still remains the most innocent fur I know. It's hard to look at the 5'4 bunny without saying "Aww.." He definitely had the adorable factor, with his snow white fur and crystal blue eyes and polite demeanour. It's hard to imagine him ever changing.

Then there's Flare, the orange-furred fox. His name is actually Patrokostas, and he moved into our town in Grade 6. He doesn't really talk much, but he's one of those strong, silent types. We invited him to play basketball with us one day at recess, and he kept playing with us everyday after that. We had a hard time yelling his name to pass us the ball, so Eli had the bright idea of coming up with a nickname. Alex and Will came up with the name Flare, because of his bright orange fur and the red, yellow and white markings he had. We still don't know that much about him, but we don't want to force him to tell us anything he doesn't want to. He seems happy as it is anyways. A lot of people don't realize, but he's actually quite the looker himself. He has a body like Justin's (his looks better too because he's taller, around 5'10) and he's smart like Eli, but everyone dismissed these qualities because he's so quiet and reserved. There is one thing we learned, don't get him angry, or else bad things will happen. Some kid tried picking on Eli during lunch one day, and when Flare found out, he broke the kid's nose. Amazingly enough, we all thought it was cool instead of scary. I've always felt some sort of connection with him, like I could understand him better than the other guys.

Speaking of me, I guess I should describe myself too. My name is Tyler, but everyone calls me Ty. I'm a 5'8 black Mustang, and there's nothing really special about me. I had a slim body like Alex and Will. I'm quiet, kinda like Flare. I'm smart, but not like Eli, and I'm athletic, but not like Justin. I guess you could call me the jack-of-all-trades, master of none. There is actually one thing I thing different from me, but it's kind of weird. Whenever we're changing for the pool or getting ready to take a shower in gym class, I've noticed that a part of my body is bigger than my friends. Well...my balls are kind of bigger than my other friends. It even looks bigger than Justin's,but I doubt that. I know it's not anything significant, but it's probably because the other guys haven't started puberty yet. I know that when puberty starts, everything gets bigger, but I'm not sure why. I always missed the health lessons because they were always taught at the end of the year, and I always went on vacation then. Other than that, there's really nothing that special about me.

"Fine, you get a rematch." Justin said, "Eli, Ty, you're on my team."

"Gotcha." I replied as I set my water bottle on the curb. Justin tossed the ball to Alex while Eli and I lined up along side him. Alex checked the ball to me and the game started. Alex was covering me, Will was covering Eli and Flare was covering Justin. Eli and I knew the game plan, grab the ball and pass to Justin. I held the ball for a bit, and waited for Justin to cut in front of Will. Just as he stepped in front of Will, I passed the ball to Justin. He caught it and drove past Will and Flare and dunked it.

"1-0" Justin said. Flare grabbed the ball and checked it to Eli. He dribbled it for a while, moving the ball forward a bit before passing it to me. I dribbled the ball for awhile, waiting for Justin to get open again. He faked left and moved right, and as he ran, I passed the ball to him. Justin took the ball and brought it back out. He took a shot over Flare and sunk the basket.

"2-0" Justin said.

"Uhh, guys. We have to finish this up fast, look." Eli said, pointing towards the street lamps. The sun had set and the street lights were starting to come on. That meant curfew for most of us.

"Fine, next point wins." Justin said.

"Deal." Alex and Will said. Alex got the ball and chucked it to me, immediately running to me to cover me. I couldn't move. Alex had me in a tough position. I was in the triple threat position, bent down with the ball held by the right side of my hips. Alex was to my left, his hands wavering above my head and his body moving closer and closer to mine. He moved to try and steal the ball, and that's when I made my move. I pivoted and spun around Alex, but something grazed my behind. As I spun, my ass grazed against his crotch, and something around his crotch slid against the middle of my ass. It gave me an odd sensation. I got a bit disoriented coming out of the spin and barely managed to pass the ball to Justin. Justin still got the ball though, and took a shot, scoring the winning point.

"We won Ty!" Eli yelled, happy as ever. Even though we've played about a billion basketball games, Eli still gets psyched whenever his team wins. It was weird though, all I could focus on was that weird sensation I got when Alex grazed my ass. It's not that it didn't feel bad...it actually felt kind of good. Something else felt odd. My pants felt tighter. My dick was hard, and it was easily see-able through these baggy basketball shorts

"Ty, let's go." Flare said. I snapped out of it, tucked my hard-on under my waistband and grabbed my stuff and ran to catch up to Flare. We didn't live that far away from each other; Flare actually lived two houses down from me. We always walked home together. It wasn't a long walk, considering Justin only lived five minutes from us, but he was the only one who lived in my direction. I caught up to him, and we walked in silence. I could never tell what Flare was thinking, but he could always tell when I was troubled.

"What's wrong Ty?" he asked.

"Huh, oh nothing." I replied.

"Ty." he said, sternly.

"It's just...I have this weird sensation. When I spun just now, Alex grazed my ass, and it felt...good." He laughed. He knows what I'm feeling, I'm certain. "Well what is it?" I asked.

"How do you know I know" he responded.

"Because I do." I said as I stuck out my tongue at him.

"It's nothing special, don't worry." he said, "Looks like I'm at my stop. Easy Ty." He waved goodbye and walked onto his driveway.

"Easy." I waited to make sure Flare got inside okay, and then continued walking to my house. Nothing special? I hardly doubt that. I didn't know much, but I know that this feeling, as foreign as it was, meant something. I took my keys out from my pocket and opened the front door. I went upstairs to see that my room was locked. Derek must have one of his friends over right now. I took a seat on my couch and turned on the TV. Nothing but commercials, great. I was about to turn off the TV when something caught my eye...a guy. It was a commercial for a clothing store, and there was a half-naked lion with an eight pack and very muscular arms. He had gorgeous blue eyes and a very soft looking mane. His jeans fit very tightly against his legs, and he had such a perfect ass.

"What the hell?" I said, unaware that it was out loud. Was I just checking out that lion? It was a guy! Though he did have a nice ass...wait what?! Something feels off. My pants are tight again. I got hard by looking at that lion?! Don't you get hard by looking at girls? Great, my pants are wet know...when'd that happen? I looked around to make sure no one was here watching me. I pulled down my shorts and looked at my stiff cock. There was something coming out of the tip of my cock. I ran my fingers across it, and rubbed it between my two fingers, trying to examine what it was. It was white, but kind of clear. It kind of fits the description of that "sperm" stuff my friends were telling me about. I brought my fingers to my face, and placed them under my nose, trying to smell it. It smelled kind of sweet.

"It's called cum." I heard a voice coming from the staircase behind me. It was Derek.

"D-did you're friend see my, my you-know-what?"

"Nah, he left through the back door." he replied.

"What's this thing called?" I asked again.

"Cum. Huh, little bro is finally growing up. Guess it's that time. Follow me." Derek said. I put my dick back into my shorts, pulled them back up and followed Derek up the stairs. He opened the door to our room and sat me down on my bed. He took a seat on his, directly across from me.

"Since Gideon isn't here, I guess I have to tell you everything. Let's see, how did Gideon do this for me." Derek said, trying to recollect a memory. I was nervous; I didn't know what was going to happen. I wish Gideon was here, then I bet things would be a bit less scary. Gideon was the oldest of the three of us at 17. He was a tall, black mustang like me, standing at around 6'3. Whereas I was the jack-of-all-traits, Gideon was the master of them all. He was smart, getting the top average in his grade every year. He was athletic, scoring MVP of the baskeball and football teams, and he was the most generous person I knew. All of my female friends always daydream about him, and I can see why. He was ripped like the lion from the commercial, probable even more buff. He had an eight pack and bulging biceps, but not to the point where it was unattractive. He had a long, black mane that would flowed beautIfully from his head, and piercing brown eyes. His tail was not too long, and not too short, it was the perfect length of black, silk-like hairs.

Derek was the middle child, at 15. He was definitely the odd one out, as he had more of a brown tint to his hide. He's also really smart and athletic like Gideon, but nowhere as nice. His sarcasm can be a bit bruting at times. Derek focused much more on his body and athleticism than Gideon, playing on all of the teams that Gideon did in school, and even more outside of school. He's also a dancer, and practices frequently. He can be a bit cocky about it at times, but he's really, really good at it. He has the same build as Gideon, but not as toned as him, despite his efforts. It's still an incredible feat for someone his size. He's about 5'11. Derek and Gideon are always competing with each other, even though Gideon almost always wins. I guess it's sibling rivalry, something I don't really participate in.

Alas, I am the youngest of the three of us. I just turned 14 and I was nowhere near the builds of my brothers. I was 5'8, slim, and moderately smart and athletic. I played all of the sports Gideon and Derek played, but I was always on bench. I was dark and I had brown eyes like Gideon, but people always said mine were more gentle and soothing, whereas Gideon's were piercing and assertive. My mane was just about as long as his too. I pretty much looked like a younger version of him, but with more of a babyface. I didn't have much in common with Derek, but I liked keeping my tail short like him, and we always goof off together. Derek rarely takes anything too seriously, and I tend to be more like that. I never really tried to compete with my brothers in anything because they're so good at, well, everything, but I'll find my niche soon enough.

I was confused, I had no idea what expect. Right about now, Derek would usually start to wrestle me, but nothing was happening.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"I'm here to give you the talk." he replied.

"The talk?" I asked.

"Yeah. The one about you becoming a man. Guess I'd start of by saying congrats," he said, giving me a round of applause, "it seems you've finally reached the most complicated part of your life. Things are about to get confusing. Very, very confusing."

"Confusing?"

"Yeah. However, you're lucky enough to have me here, and Gideon in the rare instances he's home," Derek continued. Gideon hasn't been home very often as of late. He's very active in our community and is always helping out wherever he can. Ever since he got his car, he started going downtown to help out at soup kitchens, homeless shelters and anywhere else he could help, "and today we're going to start with that." Derek pointed towards my crotch. "That, my brother, will be the source of all of your stress and pleasure to come." I gulped. Stress? I didn't like the sound of that, though I did like the sound of pleasure.

"Stress? Like what?" I asked.

"Oh, don't worry about that. You'll encounter it soon enough. Right now I'm here to teach you how to feel good. Here," he tossed me a magazine. I opened it, and it was filled with naked ladies, with huge breasts, "what do you think of that?"

"It's...amazing," I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I've never been one to stare at half-naked women or do anything of that sorts, but this was different, "they're hot." I just kept staring, and I could feel my dick getting hard again.

"There it is." Derek said, pointing at the obvious tent in my shorts.

"Oh god, don't look, it's bad enough you saw the first time!" I said. I tried to turn around to hide it from him.

"Bro, it's all good. Don't worry. Here," he tossed me another magazine, "check this one out." I opened it up. This one was also filled with naked furs, but they were men! I tried to put it down, but...I couldn't! All of the males were hot. All of them had chiselled bodies, cute faces, and big cocks. I couldn't help but wonder why I found them hot, some even hotter than the girls from the last magazine.

"Ha. You're just like us." Derek said. "Judging by the fact that your dick hasn't gone down, you probably find them attractive." I looked down, I felt so ashamed. "Bro, no need to be ashamed. I'll let you in on a little secret," he leaned in closer to me and whispered into my ear, "me and Gideon dig them too." Wait, what? Gideon and Derek? "You're probably asking yourself a lot of questions right now."

"Yeah. Since when did you and Gideon find out you liked guys too? And why do I?" I asked.

"Well Gideon and I found out about it around your age. Some of us found out the hard way, and some of us found out the fun way." Derek replied. "As for the you liking guys part, can't answer that. That would be part of the stress I was talking about earlier." Derek was certainly not helping. That's the only question I really had, and he couldn't answer it! "However, there is something that I could teach you to make this all worth while, take these," he tossed a few more magazines at me "keep looking through all of them, and tell me when you find someone that catches your eye." I nodded, and flipped through the magazines. The first one was another lady one. There were a bunch of hot females making out with each other; there was one where this hot cat girl was licking off whipped cream off of this bunny girl's nipples. It was hot, but not as hot as this.

"This one." I was shocked at my own decision, but it was the hottest one I'd seen. It was a picture of a naked lion, one that looked similar to the one in the commercial. He was gripping his cock with cum running down his dick and all over his chest and face.

"Huh. Just like me. Take this," Derek tossed a measuring tape at me, "let's see how big your cock is."

"Why do I need to know that?" I asked.

"Don't worry, let's just say it'll come in handy down the road." I pulled down my shorts and boxers and watched my cock spring up from its clothed prison.

"Whoa, little bro is packing!" Derek said, shocked and a bit proudly. I grabbed the measuring tape and put it to the base of my cock. I ran the tape all the way to the tip of my dick. I looked at the increments on the tape, looking to see how big it was.

"7 ½ inches."

"Damn bro. You're going to be huge. You're at least two inches bigger than I was at your age!" Derek remarked. "Alright, for the fun part to start," Derek grabbed his shorts, "you'll love this." He dropped his shorts and boxers, and I watched as his cock bobbed up and down after being released from his boxers. His balls were huge! They were like the size of tennis balls. I felt flattered when Derek said mine was big, but Derek's was much, much bigger.

"Shit, your huge, not me!" I said, still in disbelief at how big his cock was.

"Yeah, I'm pretty big. One thing you'll notice is that horses are much, much bigger than everyone else." he said, a wide grin spreading across his face. "You're already 7 ½ inches, and that's already bigger than most adult furs." Derek began massaging the head of his cock, getting his already erect member to it's largest state. "And, luckily enough our family had great genes. You'll soon notice that we're on the larger side of the horses." Derek said, rubbing his cock up and down. "Basically, we have some of the biggest cocks in the town, possibly the country." Derek said, smiling as he continued to play with his cock. I'm not quite sure what this all meant, but I have a feeling that it was a big, big plus.

"How big is it?" I asked.

"A foot on the dot. About a foot and two inches if I'm really horny." Damn. And I'm supposed to be bigger than him? I could feel my cock getting harder at the thought.

"Yeah, it's nothing compared to Gideon, but it's still pretty big." Derek was nothing compared to Gideon? I couldn't fathom the thought. If Derek was huge, Gideon must be massive. "Anyways time for the fun part." Derek took a seat right next to me on my bed. He handed me some lotion. "Rub this all over your dick." I did what he said. Handful after handful, I rubbed the lotion all over my 7.5 inches of cock. It felt really, really nice. I ran my hand up and down my horsehood. "Whoa, don't start just yet, wait for me." Derek said, as he continued to lather up the rest of his monstrous foot of horse cock. "Okay, now put your hands around your dick, like this," Derek placed his hands around his dick. "and move up and down like this." Derek moved his hands up and down, really slowly. "Bro, try it."

I placed my right hand around my cock, and started pumping. I tried to go slow, but it just felt too good. "Fuck bro, this feels so good." I continued to go up and down, moving faster and faster as time went on.

"Bro, ah fuck, slow down, you don't want it to end too soon." Derek struggled to say.

"It feels so good though."

"Just...slow down." Derek replied.

It was hard to slow down, but I did, ever so slightly. "Ahh." I moaned. I couldn't help it. "Ahh!" These moans kept escaping my mouth. It was completely involuntary. The more I rubbed up and down, the louder and more lust-filled they got. I kept going at it, my pace quickening again. I felt something stirring in my balls, an immense pleasure building up. "Derek, something is happening. There's something building up."

"Just let it out. Whatever you do, don't stop until you feel everything is out."

I had no idea what he was talking about, but somehow made sense. The pleasure was building and building, the blissful sensation increasing with every touch. That's when it happened. "Ahhh!!" I closed my eyes and yelled out in ecstasy. Ropes and ropes of cum came out, landing on the floor, my bed, my chest and even on my face. I kept rubbing though, making sure I got everything like Derek had said. I stopped after I felt extremely tired. It felt so good though, I wanted to do it again. Derek looked over at me.

"Not bad for your first time. 2-3 minutes, sounds about right." Derek said, still rubbing his cock. "Pretty big load though-whoa." Derek looked at me. "You're hard again already, you just came! That wasn't even 30 seconds."

"Am I not supposed to get hard again?" I asked.

"Not really. Most people don't get hard til' a few minutes after they cum." Derek said in disbelief. He continued to rub his foot long cock up and down.

"You're still going?" I asked. "Don't you feel anything building up?"

"Well yeah, but once you acquire some experience, you can last a while," Derek said, still pumping, going at a faster pace then before, "maybe when your cock gets bigger you could do this." Derek placed his other hand on his cock. He now had both of his hands wrapped around his swollen member, and began pumping even faster. It looked like he was humping the air, with each thrust providing pleasure to Derek. "It's much better than one hand, though nothing beats the real thing."

Minutes flew by as I came down from my high. Derek was still pumping away, using both hands to give himself pleasure. "Ah, fuck bro, here it comes. Watch how much I blow." Derek said, in between moans of pleasure. "Ahh!" Derek gave one last thrust before cumming everywhere. It hit the floor, his bed, his chest, his face, some of it even hit the door about a foot or two away. "And, that's. How you do it." Derek was panting, trying to catch his breath back. He sat down and wiped the cum off of his face.

"That, my brother, was called masturbation. Or jacking off, or jacking off, or wanking..." Derek continued to name off more names for what just happened. I couldn't help but think about what just happened. Jacking off, eh? Man that felt amazing. "I'm going to go get cleaned off," he grabbed his towel and a change of clothes from his dresser, "I'm sure you'll do fine with the legacy."

"The legacy?" I asked.

"Yeah." Derek laughed, "Don't worry, you'll find out more about that soon enough." he said as he exited the room, "Don't forget to clean up the mess."

That sounds more like the Derek I know, leaving others to clean up his dirty work. But, I don't plan on cleaning anything just yet. I placed my hands around my cock, and began to rub my 7 ½ inches up and down once again. "Ah, man. I'm going to love this."