One Way Or Another
Don't know why, but I found this quite thrilling to do.
Warning: 18+ Deadly Stuff
Sneakers and the pounding of a basketball were the only other sounds that could be heard above the old bathroom beneath the court. No one would bother the two guys smoking on the floor in the condemned part of the school. The orangey yellow dog with the white belly tilted his pointed ears, looking down at the cigarette smoking on the floor. Glancing over at the brown horse next to him with a moon like cut along his eye, he noticed the stud had his hand over his brown eyes, a cigarette hanging between his fingers.
The dog leaned forward, "Hey Scott is there something else you wanted to come here for man?" he asked, trying to look past his friend's hand.
Scott jumped when he realized Joey was looking at him up close, snapping his cigarette in half. "Damn it..." he cursed, feeling the ashes from the tip burn across his hand. Quickly recovering his posture he said rubbing his head, "No, no man, nothing else. Why?"
The dog blinked, "Well I've known you for ten years and you only get like this when you got something on your mind." Joey shifted in place, adjusting his jeans and his white beater, "Come on, you know you can tell me what's up." He tried to show his best friend he was concerned, just...not too much. Really, he wanted to place his paw on Scotty's leg, the big stud wearing a matching set of clothes.
Choking on his own fears, Scott stood up from the wall nearby the door, getting closer to the sinks around the corner. "Joey...I really don't think you want me to go there..."
Joey then stood up, "Go where? Come'on man, just let it out." he said placing his white paw on his friend's shoulder. Without warning, Joey felt himself pinned against the wall between the door and the bathroom sinks, struggling against Scott who was roughly brushing his lips up against the dog's, loudly exhaling excitedly through his big nostrils. He wasn't ready for this...
Whenever he tried to push Scott's hands away, Joey felt his paw easily brushed off. The salty taste of the horse's slobber lingered in his mouth as their tongues brushed against each other. He felt a tugging at his waistband; his zipper went down. Soon his sheath was exposed to the air through the hole in his boxers, his belt holding his jeans around his waist. Groaning through the forced kiss, he reached up and pushed hard against the horse when he felt a big, warm hand roughly fondling his furry white sac.
"Fuck you Scott! This is fucked up!" he shouted, shuffling along the wall before hurrying towards the door.
Scott seemed frantic for once, "Joey, wait...JOEY!"
"Fuck you Scott!"
"WAIT!" Scott shouted, just as Joey grabbed and pulled at the door handle. Joey was shocked when the door was slammed shut and he was suddenly pinned with his back to the door, a black, plain looking nine millimeter pistol pointed at his temple. The dog's heart was pounding; his chest rising and falling as his fear filled brown eyes stared into the desperate brown eyes of his best friend.
"Scott...where'd you get a gun!?"
"It doesn't matter! I don't want you to lie to me anymore Joey!"
"Scott...I know you don't know how to use a gun...and I know you won't shoot me, so..."
All of a sudden Scott lifted the gun and shot it into the ceiling. Joey yipped as a scolding hot piece of metal fell over an exposed part of his shoulder before tapping loudly against the floor, the sound of the gun shot still ringing in his ear. Despite the gun shot, the noises of the basketball game above were still going on. Joey whimpered as the smoking end of the gun was brought closer to his head again, "Scotty...please don't do this!"
He whimpered when he felt the stud kiss him again, breathing fearfully through his nostrils as he willingly kissed Scott this time. With the gun pointed at his head, he didn't need instructions; he would just follow the horse's lead. Gasping, he pressed his paws against the wall as Scott lowered to the floor, brushing up his horse snout against Joey's beater and French kissing his navel on his solid abdomen. Joey no longer held his punkish tone, "Scotty...please...stop..." Even though he could feel the gun brushing against his side, Joey could only moan as Scott stood up and turned his head, roughly nibbling at the dog's pierced, pink nipple with the ball bearings on either side with his thick teeth.
When Scott stepped behind him, Joey took short steps as the horse guided him to the floor with a hand, almost frozen in place because he couldn't see where the gun was. He gasped when he was turned over, his red tip poking out his sheath which was nestled between the materials of his boxers. His own body betrayed him as the adrenaline pumped through his veins. The dog's bottom lip quivered as Scott kneeled down between his legs...and buried his face in Joey's crotch.
Joey moaned and panted, keeping half his gaze on the gun on the floor in his possibly former friend's hand and the horse's lips which were eagerly sliding up and down over his eight inch knotted cock until they were wrapped around the bit of flesh beneath the pear sized knot. His hips twitched from the sheer bliss he was getting from Scott's warm, wet mouth around his pointed prick.
The dog had to lick his lips, so lost in so many emotions as he balanced himself on his paws behind him, leaning his head against one of the urinals as Scott swirled his tongue around Joey's throbbing meat. Breathing nervously, he watched with both intimidation and admiration as Scott pulled off his red shaft, kneeling there with the gun no longer pointing at him. He gasped as Scotty's other hand went to his belt buckle, slowly undoing it with some difficulty. When the stud stood, he stood, intimidated by the horse's stare alone.
He panted excitedly, feeling Scott's crotch push up against him, pushing him up onto the empty urinal in front of them. He moaned freely this time, the gun out of sight as Scott fondled along his cock and his hanging sac, feeling his bushy, curly tail slipping out of the tail hole of his jeans as they were pulled down past his butt.
When he heard a belt and some clothes hit the floor, Joey's entire body shivered as a warm, pre covered phallus tip touched his exposed pink hole. "Scotty...I..." He lowered his head, tear streaks lining the fur of his cheeks, reaching down to wrap his paw around the wrist of the hand holding the gun, firmly pressed against his stomach, the barrel facing away from him. With his other paw grasping the steel pipes of the urinal, he lowered his head when he was ready, jumping a little when he felt the phallus head of Scott's cock pierce his rim.
Joey groaned, sweat forming on his brow as Scotty's pink spotted shaft slid against his insides. Feeling something heavy push against his back, he looked over his shoulder to see the stud's forehead pressed between his shoulder blades, the dog clenching his eyes as he was given the chance to adjust. He wrapped his paw tightly around Scott's hand and the gun when the head of the cock was pushed even deeper. Gasping, he opened his eyes to look down and see his own red prick hanging over the urinal, a glob of pre dangling from the tip.
The sounds coming from the dog's throat grew louder and louder as Scott started to fuck him faster. He struggled to balance on the urinal with his sneakers until the stud firmly wrapped his other arm around him. Joey leaned back into Scott, panting loudly each time he felt the ring of the horse's cock meet the ring of his aching hole. Scott's sheer size was so overwhelming, he felt himself getting close already.
"Scott...gonna cum!"
He felt the stud bite down on his shoulder, Joey grunting and bucking his hips wildly as Scott wildly bucked into him. The sharp, heavy gasps of breath from the big horse's nostrils were almost demanding him to cum, just as Scott grabbed hold of his knotted meat and started beating him off, the gun still pressed firmly against the dog's stomach in his other hand. Uncontrolled sounds of orgasm spilled out from Joey's throat as he sprayed his load all over the walls and the urinal, grunting as he was almost impaled on Scott's cock, feeling the horse's phallus head pulse inside him as it sprayed hot globs of jizz all over his inner walls. By the time they were done, Joey was supporting himself on the urinal, gasping, Scott's cock lodged deep in his hole the only thing keeping him standing as a small stream of horse cum flowed down the backs of his legs as it was almost endlessly pumped into his freshly broken ass...
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It was a warm, moonlit, cloudy night in the noisy city, those clouds forming shadows over Joey's brick house. Whenever it got the chance, the moon shined through the open window, onto the dog's naked body in bed; it let the figure in the dark know where he was. As Scotty slid into bed, Joey moaned as loud as possible, louder now that his parents were out of town, as the horse's cock sank deep into his experienced hole. Just when the stud positioned himself to start again, he reached back, "Wait...I want you to use it..." the dog murmured, staring at his nearby nightstand. As Scotty reached over, there was a loud click that sent a chill down Joey's spine, making his hole twitch around the horse's pulsing cock as the gun was pressed against his solid stomach...one more time...
End.