Love at Twin Oaks Pt. 7
#8 of Love at Twin Oaks
"I think you'll find it does."
If the previous silence had been awkw...
"I think you'll find it does."
If the previous silence had been awkward, this one could have won awards. The two bucks, each so different from one another, stared each other down like gunslingers from the Wild West. Dirk, the head groom at Twin Oaks horse farm, was tall with broad shoulders and a physique toughened by years of hard labour. His dark brown hair was pulled back into a tail and his clothes were smudged with dirt from sweeping the dusty barn floor. Florien, son of a prominent county judge, was slim and accustomed to the leisure that his station allowed him. He dressed according to the current fashions, associated with the elite and, up until recently, had been Therese Jacobson 's beau.
"You're sure this is what you want?" Dirk asked frankly, "I won't take it easy on you, won't be gentle. I don't care for you, in fact, I don't even like you. So, I'll ask again; are you sure this is what you want?"
Florien did not answer, at least not in words. He slowly walked up to Dirk, knelt in front of him and nuzzled the front of the groom's dusty breeches. At a reluctant nod from above the judge's son unlaced the pants and released the object of his desire. Though flaccid, Dirk's length was still an impressive five inches. Florien pressed his nose under the shaft and inhaled the musk of a male for the first time, quivering with excitement. Tentatively he licked the tip, squeaking with pleasure as the organ jumped in his hands. He opened his mouth and leaned forward for another lick, but was surprised by rough hands grabbing his small antlers.
"That pace isn't going to get you anywhere, slut" the groom growled, and thrust himself all the way into the young bucks open mouth.
Dirk drove his hips in time with pulling the antlers in his hands towards him, keeping up a steady pace. As his length grew the tip began to enter Florien's throat and the smaller male began to gag and choke around the massive cock. As much as the idea of being with another buck bothered him, the pulsing of the muscles along his meat and wet slick feel of saliva was turning Dirk on.
At first Florien had been frightened by the aggressive actions, but he quickly realized that not only did he like this treatment, he LOVED it. He worked to resist his impulse to gag as the huge member invaded his throat over and over again. He and concentrated wholly on the smooth stretching of his gullet around the swiftly pumping cock. Soon his entire body was moving to the rhythm of Dirk's thrusts and evidence of his own arousal was tenting in his breeches. Every shove in his mouth was mirrored by a surge of his own member, which dribbled with the intensity of his arousal and eagerness.
All of a sudden the thrusting ceased and Florien opened eyes he had not realized were closed. Dirk slowly pulled out his nine inches from the wheezing buck's maw until they were connected only by a thin thread of saliva. Impulsively he darted forward and placed a quick lick on the tip of the now hard shaft. Dirk then tugged upwards on the antlers in his hand, and the anticipation that had been growing in Florien burst into full flower.
He scrambled up from the barn floor, the knees of his breeches bearing dirt and bits of straw. Quickly, so Dirk did not have a chance to change his mind, Florien pulled down his pants to the knees and looked around for a suitable spot on which to lose his virginity. Spotting a tall tack chest he stepped over to it and bent over. In a final act of surrender he flagged his white tail.
"Take me...." he moaned.