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Hehhey - guess what - no, still holidaying, but here's an Inevitable story to keep the withdrawal symptoms away, heheh!

Don't forget to give feedback on this - I want to make sure I haven't lost the touch during my vacation!

As always, thanks for reading, have fun, relax, enjoy, turn the lights off, get the cozy mode on, and see you soon, y'all!

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"BOOOYEAH!"

"HELL YES!"

"FUCK YEAH!"

Martin's ears flicked down as soon as he stepped out of his room and heard the rough, rowdy voices, echoing from downstairs. The teen bull frowned and quietly rumbled to himself as he set for the stairs. He'd been sitting alone in his room with headphones on, and since it was already past eleven, he'd hoped that by now his dad and his buddies had consumed enough beer to have become a bit more docile.

No such luck.

The young bull's hooves thumped on the stairs when he walked down the carpeted stairs, and just the another round of loud laughter, whoops and curses filled the, undoubtedly directed to the TV which he even now perceived as the bluish glow coming from the living room. The lights were off, like they usually were, and Martin hoped to use the semi-darkness for his advantage and slip into the kitchen without being noticed by the bunch of guys stuffing themselves with beer and salty and fatty snacks on the oversized couch overlooking the equally gargantuan TV screen.

"...and he runs..."

_ _

Martin had no idea how the four men in front of the TV could draw such pleasure from watching a RECORDED football game they must've been half a dozen times before. Judging by the eager, intoxicated reactions to each and every incident in the game, it was the best thing any of them had ever seen. Martin chuffed to himself as he went, walking close to the wall and as quietly as he knew, and hoped that the next round of laughter would cover the sound of his hooves while he went into the kitchen.

"LOOK AT THAT!"

"HELL YEAH!"

"WHAT A DICKHEAD!"

His plan seemed to be working for now - Burt, the loudest of them all, a huge stallion, was whooping and laughing and stomping his feet so loudly that it made Martin's ears flatten against his skull and caused the young bovine to frown to himself. The other voices soon joined in, creating a similar cacophony of dirty calls and shouts that it sounded like a riot, rather than a guy's night in.

No wonder mom always goes to visit grandmother on dad's Fridays, Martin thought idly while he reached the kitchen and slipped into the deeper darkness of the room. He didn't want to turn on the lights and draw attention to himself, but it didn't matter - he knew the kitchen by heart, and didn't need the light to find the fridge. The light flowing from within seemed awfully bright to him, and made Martin squint, briefly, and just long enough for him to grab the can of Coke from the fridge and close it without making too much noise. The cold metal against his palm was a comforting feeling. The fridge was full of beer, too, and it would have been all too easy to sneak out of a few, but Martin knew the consequences of actually drinking it, and decided to skip the unpleasant wakeup. He'd have time to do that in college, he thought smugly to himself, while entering the deep twilight of the hall on his way upstairs, to sneak past the four guys on the couch, none of which had degrees. He'd show them alright, for all those times they'd call him names such as...

"WELL HEY THERE!"

Oh fuck...

Martin tensed and froze, tail and all, standing somewhere halfway between the hall and the open sliding doors into the living room, from which more shouting could be heard now.

"HEHHEY, DOUG, LOOK, IT'S MARTIN!"

That was Ben, the bear who liked spilling his beer on his oversized T-shirt, Martin remembered.

"HEY KIDDO, COME ON 'UN JOIN THE REAL MEN!"

That was Hank, the cocky bull co-worker of his dad's, at the workshop.

"GIVE THE KID A BEER AND LET'S SEE HOW HE TAKES IT!"

And that was Burt, of course, the brown stallion, the loudest and meanest of them all, who seemed to take extra pleasure in tormenting his drinking buddy's teenaged son, with names such as "little beef", "kiddo", "boy", "kid", "dude", "geek", "nerd", "stick" and "lazyass", all of which the horse peppered along his usual stream of curses and suggestions on how to best bring up his friend's eldest son.

Doug, Martin's dad, a bull of huge size and formidable horns he took pride in, reared his massive head up to look at his son with large, slightly watery eyes that shone with the beer he had been consuming throughout the evening. Martin stayed standing in place, boiling with anger on the inside, but on the outside, he knew not to show such weakness. They'd just call him a wimp, a girl, and "someone on who the whip was spared", accompanied by lots of dirty laughter.

If only grandmother would have Wi-Fi...

_ _

"WHAT'RE YOU STANDING THERE KID?" the huge dad barked out of his massive chest.

Martin felt his cheeks heat up. All four guys were now looking at him, eagerly, leering a bit, too, now that it seemed obvious that the young bull had been put on the spot by his dad, and this, they thought, was always an amusing spectacle.

"Just went to the kitchen," Martin muttered.

Hank, the other big bull on the couch, stuffed between the bear and the horse, snickered and winked and belched loudly. Burt started to laugh.

"YOU SURE HE WASN'T STEALING SOME OF YOUR BEER DOUG?" the bull shouted and waved his own half-crushed can in his huge hand.

"WHAT DO YOU GOT THERE KID?" Ben the bear pointed at the somewhat concealed object held in Martin's clammy palm.

Martin snorted mentally and lifted the can up so that the hungry eyes of the quarter could take a really good look at it.

"It's just a Coke," the bull muttered.

Burt laughed.

"YOU BETTER GIVE HIM SOME BEER, DOUG TO PUT SOME HAIR ON HIS CHEST!" Hank declared and laughed hotly to his own joke.

Burt slapped the bull's shoulder so hard that it made a clearly audible sound, and winked in the direction of Martin.

"OR HIS SHEATH!" the horse snorted and neighed.

Martin bit down his teeth to keep back the instinctual "FUCK YOU" that was already lingering on his tongue.

"YEAH, GIVE HIM AT LEAST SOME EDGE WITH THE GIRLS!" Hank grinned.

Doug the daddy bull let out a huge, shuddering laughter, and gave knowing looks to his buddies, as well as his son, who still stood there, simply nailed into place by the leering gaze of the men who suddenly found him so very interesting all sudden. They'd even forgotten the game, still going on the TV screen, their excitement redirected on the poor boy taking it all.

"YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING IDIOTS" Doug harrumphed and nickered and still laughed, his pot belly bouncing up and down while he shook with laughter.

If only I could say that without getting my ass kicked.

_ _

"COME ON AND WATCH THE GAME, LITTLE DUDE!" Ben the bear waved a drunken paw in Martin's direction. "SHOW YOUR DADDY!"

"Uh huh, no," Martin muttered and forced his hooves to move again, heading for the stairs.

"DON'T GO!" Hank snickered and elbowed his companions, "WE'LL MAKE ROOM!"

"COME ON, KID!" Doug snorted, still smiling all too broadly.

Martin shook his head and made the relieving turn for the landing of the stairs.

"Don't think so," the bull muttered, mostly to himself, as he began to climb the stairs two at a time.

"BOOHOOO!" Burt's loud voice filled Martin's ears while he carried on climbing, to leave the rowdy bunch of embarrassing friends behind him as quickly as possible, and to get up to his room in time to enjoy his soda while it was still actually cold.

"COME OOOOON!" Martin's wasn't even sure who that was anymore, he was beyond caring, anyway, as he reached the top of the stairs and headed straight for his room.

Martin was glad to reach the door and then close it behind him, which led into a deep breath which he let to flow freely into the room, along with his rumble of displeasure. It was always like this, he thought, every Friday his dad wanted to get drunk, and his friends would come over, act stupidly, drink several sixpacks, and likely to pass out at some point once all the beer was gone and they'd finish the night with a snifter of whiskey from his dad's liquor cabinet. If they were lucky, they'd wake up in the morning before Martin's mom came back home, but should they still be found in the premises, they were sure to get a stern talking from a pissed off bovine momma who didn't approve of finding passed out stinky men lying all around her living room. Such a discovery also usually led to Martin's dad sleeping on the couch, but using some unknown charms, Martin was sure, his dad would usually get his way back to the marital bed by the night between Sunday and Monday.

Martin shrugged to himself, made sure that the door was locked, and then walked back over to his oversized computer chair. It felt nice to settle down again, with the seat of the chair moulded perfectly for his rear from the simple act of sitting on it enough for the chair to remember its owner's shape, and that feeling was one of comfort, at least, to the teen bull's somewhat lousy night.

"Right..." Martin muttered to himself as he put the can down to the table, at a convenient distance from the computer mouse, and set his mind back to the pleasant escape of League of Legends. "In we go..."

*

By the time it was half past 12, the noises that had been echoing to Martin's ears - even through the earphones filled with hack and slash sound effects - had quieted down, much to the bull's relief, but another problem had surfaced, namely, the after effects of consuming the can of Coke which was now threatening to burst out of his bladder. The game hadn't been going too well either, what's with that Summoner being all over the place.

"Fuck this shit," Martin rumbled, said his goodbyes, and logged out of the game.

The bull took off his earphones and placed them onto his desk, and listened carefully for any further signs of dad friend activity from downstairs. He strained his ears and tried to be as quiet as possible, too, but could only hear the gentle humming of his computer, and no drunken laughter or shouting at all.

Must be all out of it by now, the bull thought with a hint of pleasure as he got up to his hooves and headed for the door to his room. Hope dad suffers in the morning.

_ _

He wondered whether mom would torment his hung up dad with any of her usual ways, such as enthusiastic vacuuming all over the house, or cooking something pungent, or simply plain and old complaining about THE MESS HE HAD MADE, LOOK AT YOURSELF NOW, DOUGLAS! All three thoughts made Martin smile mischievously as he stepped into the upstairs corridor and took the steps required to reach the bathroom he shared with his little brother and sister, who were safely tucked into the spare bed at grandmother's house by now, Martin was sure, with no worries about things such as drunken dads passed out on couches.

The corridor was blissfully quiet, with no noises coming from downstairs, which also meant that Martin would have a chance of getting some proper sleep once he went back to his room...well, maybe after some special relaxation time first, though, the bull thought, it was about time, and he hadn't been in the mood to whip it out before, considering that sometimes his dad's friends got the grand idea of coming to bang onto his door and asking the "kid" to join the fun of watching football, farting, and telling horrible jokes. Now it was quiet, though, and Martin even managed to put some swing to his tail, for it meant that he could go doing his private business in peace, without leering, suggestive men yelling at him and telling him to "COME TO SIT WITH THE REAL MEN!"

"Ugh," Martin snuffled at the memory of the last time that happened, once again decided that he'd be going to the college 100 miles away from home so that he wouldn't have to endure a weekend visit EVERY weekend, and then he pulled the bathroom door open.

He froze almost immediately, as the light of the bulb inside the decorative lamp on the ceiling flashed over his snout, but what did it even faster than that was the sight that met him inside the large bathroom...something he was completely unprepared to.

There stood Burt in front of the toilet seat, pissing like a fountain, that he was, one of his dad's drinking buddies, awake against all odds despite all the beer he had been undoubtedly chugging down throughout the night. The tall, brown stallion stood about a head taller than Martin, who wasn't short by any means, for a bull, even though he might've been something of a lightweight in comparison to his dad who topped the scales at almost 400 pounds of man-meat...a figure Martin had vowed to himself to never reach, even if he did plan to start hitting the gym once he got out of this shithole of a town. Maybe he'd get a body like Burt...the car mechanic, tall, with a chiselled body he hid underneath a dirty Super Bowl T-shirt, though sometimes displayed, as a tease, when he'd tell Martin on one of his teasing moods that the bull should get a six pack AND NOT THE BEER SIXPACK HEHEHEEH KIDDO LOOK AT HIS FACE! He hadn't got a pot belly, like Martin's dad's other friends did, but the aforementioned set of muscles occasionally flaunted, and his ass certainly wasn't the saggy pile that someone like Ben sported...

Fuck.

Martin realized that instead of doing what he should have done when walking in on his dad's friend, which would be, blushing like fuck and then closing the door as quickly as possibly due to the embarrassment of catching the stud of a horse relieving himself, instead of all that he had been standing there on the doorway for at least fifteen seconds. He was standing there, framed by the door and the light pouring out of the spotlessly clean tiled bathroom, and he was staring at the brown, toned body of the car mechanic horse, ranging from his nice, if covered shoulders to the more than visible taut ass that was adorned by the hanging blonde tail. It seemed that the horse was intoxicated enough to simply let his pants drop, instead of just digging himself out of the front for the act of pissing, which meant that the bull was treated to an unprecedented views of Burt's unarguably hot rump.

Martin felt a twinge in his own dormant sheath, the reaction automatic, a reflex, and not one he wanted to happen at that particular moment, right there, staring at the...oh fuck...

The bubbling and gurgling sound of the stream of piss hitting the bowl still continued, the only sound Martin could hear besides the rush of blood into his own ears.

"Fucking hell!"

Martin's semi-hypnotic state was broken by the voice of the stallion, suddenly there, hitting his ears, already flat from shock, and only now he realized, when his ears snapped away from the horse's ass, that Burt had actually turned his head around to look over his shoulder at whoever had interrupted his personal bathroom time. Now he looked straight at him, across the tiled floor, still pissing and guiding himself with unseen hands, but looking directly at the bull standing on the doorway, with what must've been a frozen expression of surprise and shock on his features.

Martin's heart hammered and his pants tightened and there was an odd weight in his chest, but still he stood there, staring at the sight of the stallion, partially naked as he was, and looking back to him with big, green, slightly beer-glowing eyes. His lips curled upwards and bared some big, blocky, white buck teeth, and for a moment he, too, looked surprised.

Martin couldn't move.

"Need to use the can, kiddo?" Burt spoke then, and flicked an ear at the frozen bull, and managed a small grin, all the while looking over his shoulder and still displaying his butt in the full view of the teen bull standing on the doorway.

Martin let out an incomprehensible sound, and felt his tail smack against the backs of his knees.

Burt flicked his tail over his round rump and nickered a little.

"Sure do," the stud chuckled quietly, and then, judging by the tapering of the noise, he was done.

His shoulders rose with the pleasant male act of giving the customary shakeup, still hidden from the view for Martin's wide eyes, but he saw the arms move, performing this act over the unseen equine member.

Martin almost gasped when he realized that he had allowed himself to even think about what the horse's cock looked like.

"Ohh yes, few things nicer than a really good piss," the horse declared, with one final glimpse at the bull over his shoulder before he promptly turned on his hooves and faced Martin's direction.

Martin thought his balls were going to explode at that very moment. The horse's pants were down around his ankles and there was nothing to hide what he was packing on his groin. He could see the balls, with their silky, almost black skin, hanging between those well-worked thighs, and above them, the equally leathery sheath out of which a blunt, black tip peeked out, along with a couple of inches of pink flesh he could see due to the natural curving of the flesh forward, outside, due to its own weight. The horse must've pulled his sheath back for the act of pissing and gotten a bit of a stiffie in the act, too, which was something Martin was all too familiar with, considering that it was almost impossible to piss without a little bit of manual action, to get himself free and out into the open for a proper aim. Maybe the stallion had even squeezed and fondled himself a bit, perhaps even copped his balls and then smelled his palm, to check that his scent was still musky and...

Martin's cock slithered out of its sheath and filled the front of his cargo pants, quickly, rapidly, with the enthusiasm of an 18-year-old boy that could not be replicated under any other circumstances. Blood pumped and rushed and filled out his bovine member, hard as a crowbar, and peeking out of the waistband of his pants and slipping under his shirt, too, like it did by nature as it sought the upwards curve of his erection. Once the hot flesh slithered against the dusting of black hair over his belly, Martin almost felt the urge to slap his palms down there, to...cover...himself...for whatever good it might do.

But he didn't, for he was all too preoccupied by the sight of the stallion. The waist of the horse's dirty T-shirt hung just above where his cock protruded from its comfortable hidey place, the musky sheath that was in his plain view...and Burt hadn't made a move yet to bend down to get his pants back on, either...he seemed to be just...standing there, hanging in the moment, watching the bull on the doorway with somewhat curious eyes.

Then he nickered.

"Your mom never taught you it's not nice to stare, kid?" Burt spoke, though his voice didn't sound annoyed at all, at least to Martin's distraught ears.

Martin swallowed, his eyes all too fixed on the blunt tool and the big, glistening slit on the middle.

"Huh?" the horse huffed. "Kid?"

The stallion flicked an annoyed ear, and let out a small nicker that made Martin shiver. His T-shirt suddenly felt clammy against his smoothly furred body, and he wondered whether this could be the cold sweat of terror sprouting over his skin, but he wasn't sure...what he knew was that he was boned up, in the presence of one of his dad's friends, and he had been spending the last minute or so staring at the horse, first at his ass, and now at his cock.

"You heard me, kid?" Burt repeated, his voice louder this time, though still not enough to really reach the other rooms of the house, it seemed, low and...dangerous, enough to make Martin feel even more...nailed to the spot, by the horse's eyes, the voice, and the...sight.

The air reeked of big, unwashed male, and cock, and tickled Martin's snout in unimaginable ways he was almost embarrassed to admit to. He could almost taste it...that thick flesh and the fluids it could leak, if he'd just put his lips around it and give it a good kiss.

Burt stepped forward so quickly that Martin barely had the time to register the sound of hoovefalls on the tiles and then on the carpet, before the horse was suddenly right in front of him, and suddenly his hands reached out and...

"Ugh!" Martin gasped.

One hand grabbed the front of his T-shirt and gave him a strong tug, firm enough to force the bull to step forward, while the other hand flew somewhere to his side, he couldn't exactly see, because in front of him there was only the broad chest of the pantless hunk. The rough yank almost caused him to lose his balance and crash against Burt's muscular torso, but somehow Martin managed to stay on his hooves, and only stepped forward, quickly, and uneasily, before he stopped.

"CLICK", said the bathroom door.

Martin's eyes snapped to the direction of the sound, and he was quick enough to catch the sight of the horse's hand coming free of the doorknob, which Burt had now turned into the locked position. His head immediately reared up, to meet Burt's eyes, while his maw fell open with shock. Was he now locked in his own bathroom, with the drunken horse? The door was definitely closed and locked, and had the stallion yanked him in so that he wouldn't be able to escape? What the fuck was this shit?

Standing this close to Burt, he could smell him even more clearly. The horse smelled like he'd just stepped out of his workshop...grease, sweat, musk, cock, beer, peanuts...a whole lot of things, all coming at once in great whiffs from the stallion standing a mere foot away from the shorter, younger male with the bewildered eyes and a frozen expression on his muzzle.

Burt chuffed as he folded his arms over his chest, and looked down at the bull whose horns reached just about the height of his chin, should they wish to compare their heights.

"Really, I can see your tonsils," the horse noted, nodding towards the bull with the open, gaping maw.

The stallion smirked, and winked.

"My, my..."

"Let...let go of me," Martin breathed quickly.

Burt chuckled roughly and winked, and Martin could hear the flap of his ropey tail smacking against his bare buttocks.

"Ain't even holding you, kiddo," the horse said. "You're just standing there and pretending to be a pelican or something."

Martin's eyes widened, but he realized what the horse was talking about, and snapped his maw shut. His ears were still flat, and he felt the unpleasant sensation of his heart going at an overdrive, beating way too fast...not to mention that a whole different kind of pulsing was going on as well, somewhere along his waistline.

"That's better," the horse flicked an ear.

Martin let out a deep breath, but didn't dare to remove his eyes from those of the horse who was still staring down at him, and huffing beer-scented air in his direction with every fall of that hidden chest.

"So...you like what you see, Marty boy?" Burt tilted his head to the side and grinned while he stared down at the teen bull, looking over him carefully.

Martin's cheeks felt even hotter than before, if possible, and his throat constricted, a feeling so strong that he suspected he would not be able to speak, even if he'd try to. The question alone was enough to silence him with shock. Had Burt noticed him staring at his ass of all places? Ogling at his cock, hanging limp after emptying his bladder? The general wide-eyed nature of his gaze on the tall horse? Not to mention the fact that his pants felt like they were filled up to bursting point by his hard cock that had definitely liked what he had seen, even if Burt was a forty-something beer-guzzling bastard workmate of his dad's, who took pleasure in calling him a wimp. He hated the stallion, he really did, he hated all of his dad's friends, who weren't cool extra uncles like they could be, but instead they were drunk idiots who only talked about cars and football, and Martin didn't know much about either, and he also didn't want to drink beer with them. He only wanted to be left alone.

Burt snorted hotly against the bull's face, and made him blink quickly. Martin's eyes stung, and once they opened, he could see that the horse was leering again, looking down on him with that annoying way of his.

"Heard me, huh?" the horse spoke. "I think you heard me... I think you do..."

Martin simply looked back and wondered how he could ever explain this to his dad, should Burt decide to reveal the extremely amusing fact that his co-worker's son had caught him pissing and also had stared at him in the bathroom. It'd likely cause someone to have a coronary, out of all the laughter and ridicule directed at the young bull.

"Dontcha, kid?" the stallion murmured, his voice even lower than before, and his ears flicked as he stared down, hard. "Huh?"

His hands lashed out again, faster than Martin could react, surprisingly fast, even considering the beer, but there they were, landing onto Martin's arms and taking them onto a firm grip. Martin's heart jumped into his throat and he felt like his stomach was going to explode, while the horse just kept on gazing down to him, and leering dangerously while keeping his eyes fixed on the sight of his co-worker's san...whom he had now caught.

"UHmhmpH!" Martin managed.

Burt licked his lips and winked.

"Yeah...oh yes...don't think Doug knows his son's into dudes...oh I don't think so..." the horse murmured in that same, deep voice that made Martin's ears tingle. "Oh yes...not surprising, though, since he never suspected anything of me either..."

Martin's ears jumped with surprise. He stared up, passionately, now, looking into the horse's deep, bright eyes and wondered whether he had just heard things right. Did Burt just say what he did? Could he...

Then the horse snorted again, hard enough that it ruffled Martin's hair.

"Then again, I don't discriminate when it comes to my pussy, so maybe it's a bit easier for me to stay under the radar..." the horse continued, his eyes never leaving Martin's, "but it seems that Doug's very own son doesn't like pussy at all..."

The fingers around his arms felt hot...too hot to be normal, Martin thought, but in his excited state, he supposed that everything started to feel a bit strange...including the constant chuffing flow of the horse's breathing against his hot face. It tingled, almost prickled, all over his cheeks and his snout, and the stallion just wouldn't give up...he kept on staring, looking, and smirking...and speaking those things to his disbelieving ears.

Burt gave the young bull a small shake, and grinned.

"Heard me, kid?" the horse rumbled. "Don't like pussy, you? Like cock instead, huh, Marty-Mart?"

Martin should've told him to fuck off and stop calling him with embarrassing, childish nicknames, but he could not speak nor move.

The horse just pushed on.

"I think that's right, you know...that you like big, fat, hot pricks and none of that slimy little girl pussy all other guys your age dream of...the smell of pussy...sticking their noses in it, and fucking it hard..." the horse slurred openly now, maybe from the beer, maybe from the dirtiness of his words, "Jesus, that tight, tiiiight pussy..."

Martin shivered as he listened on, unsure of what was going on in Burt's mind, but he felt no change in the arousal of his own cock, throbbing like mad inside his pants, and he could feel the waistband pressing almost painfully against his shaft. The air inside the bathroom smelled of soap and cock, musky and deep, and he was almost sure that it was getting stronger, too.

"...oh yes...back and forth in that tight pink pussy...but you ain't into that...no you're not, don't think you are...from the way you stared at my dick..." the horse continued.

Martin gasped.

"Look at it." Burt grunted.

Martin blinked.

The horse's fingers squeezed down on him again.

"I know you want to."

Martin swallowed, and knew that he could not deceive the horse about that particular desire. He did want to look at, and he...did, quickly, allowing his eyes to fall briefly to see what he expected to see, the peeking black, blunt tip simply crowning out of its comfortable sheath.

Martin almost moaned when he realized that the horse had already worked himself up, and instead of the expected, there were several inches of thick, hot horse dong in the view, pink, with thick veins running along the smooth surface of the imposing masculine organ. The cock was hard, still growing, too, for he could see how it pulsed and reached new heights while it slithered out of the horse's sheath, musky, throbbing and outright massive. Martin had always thought he wasn't badly sized - especially in comparison to guys of other species - but what the horse packed was just immense. He was sure that it was going to grow to be at least a foot in length, perhaps, and it looked so thick that he probably wouldn't be able to put his fingers around it...

Martin's cock oozed pre into his boxers as he realized what he had just thought about, and he quickly averted his eyes up to the grinning face of the stallion, still looking down at the bull.

"There we go," Burt squeezed on Martin's arms once more, and winked. "All nice and big, isn't it? It has made a lot of girls and guys moan over the year...sure has served me well, Marty-Mart...can you imagine it going into the holes of bitches just wanting to get fucked really hard by a man who knows how to do it?"

Martin could, and it made him shiver, and his own tailhole, hidden well in the crevice of his rump, squeezed down on itself, instinctually, as he allowed himself to think about that particular cock spreading various holes wide open with its sheer girth.

"There are so many sluts out there, you know, Marty...wanting their holes filled by a big, thick, wet cock...they live on it...the feeling of being taken..." the horse slurred on, happily rumbling to himself while he played with the bull, and allowed his own cock to grow slowly, with every strong stroke of his heart, "...asses up, cunts splayed for the real man...boobs jumping and bouncing and cocks slapping against bellies when I go on them...doggiestyle...you ever think about doggiestyle, Marty-Mart?"

The stallion's thumbs stroked over Martin's arms now.

"You ever watch any of your dirty gay porn videos where the guys go at hard doggystyle? The bitch on his paws and knees and taking it hard under his tail and begging for more?"

Of course he did. It was Martin's favourite position to fantasize about while jerking his meat and watching and listening to the hot grunts coming into his headphones, deep in the night when he was alone with his thoughts and lustful sensations coursing through his body.

Another glimpse onto the stallion's grown told him that he was even bigger now, pulsing, glistening, and simply...being there, an immense pillar of horsecock that easily rivalled those in his favourite jerk-off videos featuring some well hung porn stars going at it hard with all they got. This cock was real, though, not a moving picture on his clandestine computer screen, but something living and pulsing, at a hand's reach, should he...

Oh, fuck.

"I take that as a yes, kiddo," the horse rumbled.

Martin's ears flicked quickly, but he daren't speak.

"You're a cute number, you know," the stallion grunted. "Always wondered when you'd bring a girl home and your dad would go on all about how his son had bagged in some first pussy....oh yeah...I would've bought him beer for that, a real party, I told myself, for Doug's son's first pussy, oh yeah...think your dad would appreciate if I bought you some beer for your first cock? Would he like that?"

The horse laughed to his own words as much as for the mortified expression on Martin's face, and kept on fondling his arms as he did.

"Don't think he'd like it...oh no...don't think your dad would approve...that's old Doug right there..."

Martin shuddered instinctually at the thought of his dad ever catching him in such a position as he was in at the moment...exposed.

"But what he doesn't know ain't going to hurt him...poor old Doug...son's after cock..."

Martin wondered, in his muddled mind, whether this combination of sexual teasing and plain old bullying was really appropriate, but then again, the situation was the weirdest he'd ever been to, and very little of it made any sense to him anymore.

The stallion's hands moved along his arms and rested on his shoulders.

"Well look at that now," Burt mused as he looked down towards his groin, to see the full might of his cock, pulsing, throbbing, and at seemingly full mast now.

Martin gasped when he saw some hidden muscles flex and make the whole massive shaft jump and smack against the horse's toned belly, loud enough to make his ears jump.

"You see, it takes a bit more time at this age, but once it's up, it stays up," the stallion winked.

Martin huffed.

"Speaking of up, though..." the horse rumbled. "I think you, Marty-Mart, are going down now, I think...because it ain't going to suck itself."

Martin's maw fell open with shock, but there was no time to speak any words of protests before he felt a weightier pressure on his shoulders, clearly telling the bull that it was time to get onto his knees onto the pink bathroom carpet and get face to face with the horse's massive cock.

One further look from the stallion's dangerous eyes was enough to make him weak in the knees, which only helped Burt to accomplish what he wanted, to get Martin down to the rug like a good bitch. Martin wondered idly whether the horse had done this to many high school kids before, telling them to be a good boy and...get acquainted with something so big, fleshy and throbbing that he could barely even imagine how it would feel like sliding between his lips...or gliding its massive way into somewhere else, too.

Martin landed with a small thump, as was appropriate for someone of his bulk - he might've been scrawny by his family's standards, but he still packed almost 200 pounds, and it showed, when the young male sagged down to his knees, accompanied by a deep sigh.

Burt nickered, and his hands remained on Martin's shoulders.

"Look how horny you made me, kid," the horse grunted. "Look at that fucking cock...you made it do that...huh...think about that...makes you feel good, bitch?"

Martin wanted to snap something back on Burt for calling him a bitch, but as he lifted his eyes, they fixed on the towering shaft that seemed even bigger now that it was viewed from this lower angle, and the very sight of it made any remaining protests simply disappear from his mind. The huge cock pulsed and smelled wonderful to him, after only ever properly sampling his own dick and its scents and fluids, the real, big, huge, immense snake of a cock only inches away was more than enough to captivate his attention. Had he really caused this to happen, he wondered, made the horse so hard and bothered and clearly desiring to use the bull for his pleasure...as his bitch.

Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to be a bitch after all.

Burt lifted his hand and placed it over the top of Martin's head, to mess up with the curling mop of hair there. He was still breathing hotly, almost grunting with each breath, and his eyes never lost that tough, hard quality, while he stared down on the kneeling, meekly-looking bull.

"Jack it off a bit first, I bet you know how to do that like a pro," the horse rumbled.

"Y...yes," Martin mumbled.

"Ohh, it speaks!" the horse nickered and messed around with Martin's hair some more, much to the bull's indignation.

Martin took a deep breath and decided that if he was ever going to survive this thing, he might as well get at it. His hand, clammy, sweaty and almost shaking, reached up and curled around the immensely hot, slick meat thrusting into the air from the horse's muscular groin.

Martin couldn't help but moan and look at awe, on the contrast of his brown-furred hand and the pink flesh underneath, straining within his touch.

The horse grunted.

"Hmmmyes...that's how you do it..."

Encouraged, Martin decided that the classic up and down stroke might do the trick, and he wasted no time in beginning the slow slide of his palm around the thick, juicy meat he was now allowed to play with...and he could definitely declare it his favourite toy ever, easy.

Even more fun than League of Legends.

The hot flesh flexed and pulsed, alive and dangerous, and full of desire and packed with some mighty force the horse was keeping back by sheer determination despite his obviously massive arousal. Martin's own cock was rock hard, but he didn't mind the fact that his current positioning made it almost impossible t touch himself - he was content to just play with the big cock on the offer, rub it, stroke it, feel its veins and how it curved down along the massive length and filled his hand so well.

Burt kept on looking at him with eyes full of lust, and allowed his tail to audibly slap his ass whenever the teen bull's hand found a particularly nice spot, enough to make him flex and maybe ooze a little out of his throbbing slit.

"Fuck yeah...been a while since I got a good bitch like this...a good boy bitch to show some proper respect to the proper man...oh yes...only usually get to do girl bitches...they're fun, you know...a great deal of fun...oh yes, you're missing something alright...fuck yeah...why don't you grab my balls too and see what you can do with those, huh?"

Martin nodded obediently and reached out to cup the massive orbs into his palm that was inevitably dwarfed by their size...heavy, warm, round objects within a silky, sweaty layer of skin that smelled simply wonderful. Martin even opened his maw open to breathe it properly, his nose was filled of it, and it made him rumble, outright and just, as he felt his skin heat up from the sheer pleasure of playing with the horse's dong.

"Hmm...yeah..that's right, you're allowed to squeeze them a bit...oh yeah...fuck...right...yeah, right there..." the horse kept on muttering while the play continued, "...but yeah...you ain't wrong going for the boys, Marty-boy...they're a lot of fun too...great fun if they know what they're doing...and sometimes when they don't..."

Burt winked rudely, and thrust his cock through the grip of Martin's palm, by now slick with pre. The horse nickered, and flexed his firm ass muscles while he pulled himself backwards, up until only his tip remained in the hold of that warm palm, just below his tip. The oozing hole stared Martin right in the eye.

"And I think now you ought to kiss it," the horse snorted. "But remember to not to try to take it all, and watch those teeth, alright? Ain't liking teethmarks there, Marty-Mart."

Well, this was it, Martin thought as he stared the throbbing rod, time to have one of those big firsts in your life, and now it happened to be the first occasion when he'd get to sample the real taste of a male.

"Suck it," Burt grunted.

Martin realized that he'd been taking too much time considering the gravity of the event, and decided that it was time to act, for he didn't want to risk of pissing Burt off and causing the horse to actually push him down onto the massive cock.

Martin opened his maw and started just like he had been instructed, with a press of his lips against the broad, blunt tip of that big ass buster, and held it there, with his hand still closely tugged around the firm meat messing his skin with its very own special cream. The odd, leathery feeling was good, the scent was even better, but what really set him off was the taste, once he stroked his tongue over the protruding piss slit, and actually got a good swipe on the most sensitive part of the blunt, flared cocktip.

"FUCK!" Burt exclaimed, loud enough to wake everyone in the house, Martin thought and almost panicked, but the horse's hands on his shoulders made sure that he could not move away from his task at...mouth...and thus, once the horse quieted down, he could do nothing else but to repeat what he did earlier, and take another taste of that heady mixture.

"Fuck...shit...hmm...yeah...just like that..."

Martin felt encouraged by his initial success, and decided to open his maw some more, to see if he could slip the tip in, if only an inch or so. Much to the bull's pride, he did manage, after a quick re-adjustment and finding the best place for his tongue. His own eyes went wide when he stared along the slick shaft ahead of him, and at the fact that it was slowly moving forward, while his head moved, taking the first tentative inches of the mighty member into his tender maw.

"Fucking hell almighty fuck!"

Burt's muscles tensed all over when he witnessed the disappearance of his intimidating member into the hot maw belonging to the kneeling teen-aged son of his boss of all furs, and he could not find anything wrong in the arrangement. The boy was willing, he was horny, he hadn't gotten good laid since last weekend, he was tired of his hand, he needed the real deal and here he was, with a little strike of luck, getting his cock gobbled down by an enthusiastic amateur in the middle of the night. Those almost tentative hands on his balls and on his shaft made it feel even better, and made him even hornier too, and wanting to shove more of his dick into the young bull's maw, but he knew that he had to be careful...he didn't want this to end unfortunately, or even more importantly..too soon.

No matter how aroused he was, Burt was determined to make this last...if only to give the bull some time to show off any skills he might be hiding in that pretty snout of his, and Burt was willing to find them out.

"Hmmm...oh yes...good boy..."

Martin's cheeks bulged out with everything he had managed to swallow so far, which was really maybe one fourth of everything the horse had on offer, but for a novice such as himself, even that was something of a struggle to take comfortably...but you would not hear Martin complain. The bull was enjoying himself immensely, in fact, with his bulging cheeks and the hot pulsing he could feel on his lips, and the sensation of rubbing his tongue all over the rubbery expanse of slick skin filling out his maw. It was even better than he could imagine...especially once he began to bob his head up and down, so that the whole intruding cock stroked against the inner surfaces of his cheeks, as well as his drooling tongue.

"HMHPHPHP!" Martin's muffled moan resonated over the horse's meaty cock and made the tall stallion grunt as well, and forced Burt to stop himself from shoving all too many inches into that too small a cavity.

"Yeah...right there..." the horse grunted as he felt the boy's lips slide against the crown of his cock, "Oh...fuck...yes..."

Burt bit down his teeth and held on tight, even if his body craved for more, to drive himself home and simply fuck the bull's face...but he knew better than to even try. The hot, slithering tongue kept teasing him so well, though...almost tickling over his flesh inside that crowded maw that kept his cock so warm and nice.

Martin felt breathless, but kept on bobbing his head back and forth on whatever he could take of the oversized dong in his maw, but he knew that even after only a couple of minute's experience, he knew that this was something he'd be looking forward to doing as often as possible from that point onwards. The feel, the taste and the sheer heat of the dirty act he was committing, sucking off his dad's friend in his own bathroom, the sheer naughtiness aroused him like nothing else, and made him want more...to take more inches, to suck even harder, to suckle and treat that thick, adored cock to the best tongue bath possible, and to...

"Ohhhh boy, you're going crazy for it now ain't you?" Burt muttered with near amazement at the hunger with which the boy attacked his cock, no matter that it almost made him gag when he tried to stuff more of it into his maw...but he'd let the boy try...it didn't harm him.

Martin's eyes strung once the sensation of nearly gagging passed, but he suspected - and felt! - that he'd managed an extra inch, if only judged by the feeling of his lips stretching around the girthy meat making its home within his long snout. His tongue swirled clumsily around the tip, and he tried to breathe whenever the cock was sliding out, rather than in, but it was hard to keep his pace with all the erotic distractions happening to him all at once.

His own cock was so hard he wondered whether it could break from touch.

Slippery, dirty sounds filled the bedroom while the cock was pumped in and out of a suitable hole, for a few moments more, before the stallion placed his hand onto Martin's forehead, and told him to stop.

"Don't move," the horse muttered.

Martin, mouth still full of savoury dick, simply looked up to the horse with his big, wide eyes, and let that be his answer.

"What a fucking cocktease," Burt breathed out and began to step backwards, very slowly drawing about five inches of thick cock out of that maw.

It slipped out with a satisfying sound that made their ears flick, before the even more substantial smack of the foot-long member slapping up against his belly. Martin could see the wet stain it made over the faded Super Bowl logo on the front, and wondered whether the stallion minded.

Martin's muzzle remained half-open after the cock's departure, his tongue lolling out a bit and dripping spittle onto the carpet. Burt gave him a wink.

"Now get up, boy, and show me what you've got in your pants. Don't be shy."

Martin's hooves felt shaky, but he complied without a word, simply standing up to his shaking height, before his hands sought out the zipper of his cargo pants. He could easily see the horse watching him, taking in every movement while his cock still throbbed angrily, and now it glistened with Martin's own saliva. The bull could still taste the cock on his lips and tongue.

"Come on."

Martin pulled his zipper down and then hooked him thumbs under the waistband of both his pants and his boxers, both of which he then quickly pulled down before he rapidly returned to stand up to his full height, pants down on his ankles, and shyly watching the stallion and the inevitable...judgment he was expecting for himself and his rock hard boner standing up in proud attention. Martin was all too self-conscious of the fact that his own cock was hardly as big as the stallion's - not that he thought himself to be exactly puny, he was a bull, after all, and naturally came well endowed...but fuuuuuuck...if he had to compare himself to THAT cock...sheeessh...

Burt chuckled and rubbed his chin while studied the sight of the shy bull, and what he was packing, while his own massive dick remained standing upright and proud and ready for action, which was more than obvious from the menacing way it throbbed and seemed to be staring at Martin, somehow.

"Well, well..." the horse flapped his tail, "can't claim to have seen your dad's, but if this is anything to go by, old Doug must be pretty well hung..."

Martin wondered whether it was possible to blush even further than he already was, but the heat on his cheeks seemed to be increasing by a notch once he heard the backwards compliment coming from the grinning, aroused stud.

"Oh yes..."

The horse stepped forward, confident as ever, and grabbed a hold of the numerous inches sprouting from amidst the curled crown of hair covering Martin's teenaged groin.

"UGH!"

The bull cock was pink all over, thick but tapering towards the pointed tip that oozed youthful juices over the stallion's eager knuckles while he pumped his hand up and down over its straining length. The bull's tail smacked the floor and he snorted, surprised by the intensity of the feeling of having someone else's hand beating his meat. His balls churned and were already pulled up tight in their sac, against his straining body, while the dominant male played with him, openly leering at him while he stroked the slick dick eagerly.

"Oh yes...pretty nice cock you got there...ever fucked anyone with this, huh?" Burt stopped his stroking motion and simply held onto the base of the cock, with a firm grip.

Martin's sweaty face glowed as he quickly shook his head.

The stallion simply grinned and kept on squeezing on the bull's straining cock, his breaths still falling hotly over the teen's snout.

"Well of course...you haven't found the right bitch yet...haven't you...no...not too easy to find proper bitches here, of the kind we want, no..."...Burt murmured, while his thumb stroked over the twitching tip of the teen's ripe prick. "...but don't worry...someone with a cock like this is going to have them falling on their knees and wanting to suck it...and to take it under the tail...just imagine, Marty-Mart...a big, plump, thick ass bent over just for you...an ass like this..."

The stallion kept on playing with his dick, but that didn't stop him from landing his spare hand against Martin's left ass cheek and giving it a firm squeeze, all palm and grabbing a hold of the silky, smooth, brown curve that composed of the bull's fleshly rump cheek. Martin jumped a little at the sudden feeling, but the horse's teasing fingers over his slick meat were more than enough to distract him from the new sensation of having his ass groped by a horny male.

"...oh yes...with ass cheeks like pillows...just saddle up and keep pounding...they want it...oh yeah...want it hard from a thick, fucking prick like yours..."

The stallion drew his hand along Martin's shaft, from the base to the tip, and then suddenly let go, so that the long, heavy organ flopped down under its own weight and was left hanging in the air. Martin gasped, but not as loud as he did a moment later, when he saw the stallion lift his cock-juice-streaked palm up to his nose and taking a deep, hot sniff.

"Hmmm...boymusk..." the horse groaned, and the slithering sounds told Martin that he was now licking a way the remains of pre from his palm.

"Fuck..." Martin grunted, unable to keep it back as he witnessed this rude gesture of sexuality with his very own horny eyes.

The stallion finished his sniffing and licking with a gusto, a slurp, even, and then winked at Martin before his left hand, still on Martin's rump, resumed its squeeze over the plump curve.

"You bet, kiddo."

Then the other hand came down, onto Martin's hip, and swung the bull over even before he had the time to let out an "UGH!" of surprise.

"UGH!"

Martin almost stumbled, still with his pants around his ankles, as he found himself led walking across the room, shuffling as much as he could under the guidance of the stallion's hands on him. They hobbled and shuffled and Martin's ears flicked as heard the belt buckles clatter against the tiles once they reached the toilet seat with its adjoining sink.

"B.Burt..."

The stallion leaned against the bull and closed the lid, but didn't stand up back before taking the time to run his tongue over the side of Martin's head.

"Wow!"

Burt stepped back and treated Martin's rump to a couple of playful slaps from his palms.

"Kneel on the seat."

Martin gave a quick look over his shoulder, but only saw the confident leer of the stallion, which was more than enough to compel him to do exactly as he was told and land himself onto the toilet seat. His heart jittered and he wondered what was going to happen to him now...but he was starting to have an inkling.

The stallion only stepped to the side, a single step, and opened the cabinet over the sink. Martin could see the horse looking through the shelves, a concentrated look on his face...but that barely compared to the sight of the still pulsing cock, hovering above the sink. Martin wondered whether it was going to drip there.

"Hmm...this'll do the trick," the horse muttered, and pulled out a bottle from the cabinet.

Martin's tail jumped nervously.

"B...Burt..."

The horse took a sidestep and planted himself behind the kneeling bull, now sporting the white bottle which Martin recognize as lotion meant for putting on the sensitive skin around his hooves. Now the stallion held it in his hand, and Martin was pretty fucking sure that he wasn't planning to give the boy a surprise pedicure.

The cap popped open with a simple flick of Burt's thumb, and sent Martin's heart into an overdrive. He looked over his shoulder, still panting, staring passionately at the stallion who kept on looking at him from behind...and was definitely looking at the well exposed butt now hovering in the air at what must've been a convenient height.

"F...fuck..." Martin muttered as he saw the horse squirt some of the lotion onto his palm.

Burt winked, and flexed his cock, just for the fun of it, while he played with the slick stuff with his fingertips, rubbing them together.

"This'll do indeed..." the horse rumbled.

Martin slapped his tail down protectively over his ass.

"You're not planning to...uhh...are you?" the bull mumbled.

Burt nickered and flapped his tail against his own admirable rump.

"There's gonna be some fucking going on tonight but it ain't my ass that's getting drilled, boy," the horse rumbled.

Martin's asshole squeezed down on itself as he imagined the cock, glistening with spit, smashing its way into the hole that had only known the occasional finger before...this. He wasn't ready for it, he wasn't even sure he even wanted to get fucked...Martin might've been bit of a wuss in the opinion of his peers and his dad's stupid friends, but he also knew that he wasn't going to become the bitch to someone looking for some hot bull butt...he wanted to do his own fucking, too!

But here, kneeling on the toilet while being glared at by a horny, big male who smelled like sex, had a thick, huge dick and was planning to use it...he was no longer sure of what he wanted. He'd never imagined his first time to be anything like this, either...so...much, at one go...and from...who...Jesus...

"And open up...!" Burt declared as if he was a dentist, not a roughneck car mechanic, grabbed onto Martin's tail, and then brought his hand forward.

Martin barely had the time to brace for it before he felt the horse's slick fingers slip between his sweaty, round ass cheeks and into their hairy crack between them. The lotion felt cool, too, making Martin shiver a little, but it also could have been the fact of where those fingers were going that was making him react like that.

"Oh shit..."

Burt snorted and yanked on Martin's tail lightly.

"Hey! Nobody in their right mind is into shit!" the horse opined, a heartbeat before his fingers prodded against the bull's hidden treasure.

Martin bit down his teeth and tried not to whimper as he felt those fingers intently poking at his fleshy portal. He had touched himself there, sure, he knew not to use shampoo while playing with himself in the shower, where everything was nice and clean, but that was just a bit of exploration...this was something with a whole different purpose.

He was going to get skewered.

"Hot number," the horse rumbled behind him while he kept on rubbing against the bull's hidden butthole, spreading the lotion over the wrinkled pucker with professional flair that he was proud of, considering that Burt considered himself an expert when it came to reluctant assholes and their owners...like the all too attractive twink of a bull kneeling for him on the porcelain throne. The sight of the bull's submission and the feel of his by now sticky tailhole clenching under his fingertips was more than enough to keep the horse grunting with pleasure as he imagined how it'd feel to finally slip himself inside this little cocktease of a male.

"Ughhh..."

"Hush," Burt nickered, partially in warning, as he pushed more insistently with his fingers, prodding the muscled ring.

Martin's body tensed a little when the sensation grew, all the way until his pucker gave out and admitted two thick digits into the steaming hot tunnel hidden between the double buns of the bull's chocolate-toned rump cheeks. The bull bit his teeth together as he felt the fingers worm their slick way into his body, stretching, tugging, and probing his inner walls. His hole felt stretched out and tried to squeeze around the bulk of the fingers pushing into him, but in its current quivering state, his ass could offer no resistance to the insistence of the horse's prodding action.

"Yup...best quality boy pussy...damn you're tight, kid..."

Instead of going slower, it seemed, the fact that Martin was squeezing on him like a vice only made him push harder, more firmly and ever the more intent to push himself in to the knuckles. Martin's asshole flexed and felt ever the more stretched out with the scissoring of the stallion's slick fingers worming their way into the hot, forbidden tunnel.

When Burt reached the bull's prostate, Martin's cock jumped and slapped itself against the cold surface of the toilet seat water tank, making him jump up.

"Wow, wow, wow," the stallion's hand landed on the small of his back and kept him still while his fingers again rubbed themselves back and forth over the little pleasure nut inside the bull's rectum.

"Aghhhfuck..." Martin muttered, desperately aroused and unable to really deal with such a great number of new sensations going through his body at once.

"Uhhyeah...let's see...oh yes..."

The pressure against his hole seemed to intensify, and then, much to Martin's surprise, a third finger slid inside him, joining the two that had been stroking in and out of him for the past few moments of strange sensations coming from within his backside. The extra stretching feeling made him moan, much to the horse's amusement, it seemed, because soon he was chuckling again, and treating Martin's ass cheeks to little slaps while he played with the bull's virgin rumphole.

"Oh yeah...like slicing butter...butterbutt...heheh..." Burt chuckled.

Then the fingers slipped out of him, leaving Martin feel empty, before his gaping hole promptly closed itself. The quick action of his muscles made a sound that almost sounded like a fart. The stallion snickered.

"Way to go...hmm...let's see...yeah..."

From the corner of his eye, Martin could see how the stallion grabbed the hand towel from its hook above the sink, and then leaned back, brandishing the white square of thick cloth in one hand.

"You might want to bite on something," the stallion muttered as he shoved the cloth against Martin's snout.

The bull, momentarily blinded by the towel, could only open his maw and accept the cloth being pushed there by the stallion's quick fingers. He bit down onto it and made sure it was comfortable and not making him gag...not that he could really adjust it, either, with his hands too busy over the top of the toilet seat, holding himself still...bracing himself, he realized, and moaned into his new gag with helpless abandon.

"That's my boy," Burt patted the boy's ass cheek, and then picked up the bottle of lotion from the small shelf, to put a finish touch onto his own cock before his thick dong was about to give the bull the ride of a lifetime...and then some.

Martin could no longer see what was happening, being bent over and kneeling as he was, staring at the tiled wall, but he could hear the dirty sound of the stallion's hand stroking slickly over his length and matting his impressive length with the lotion. Martin hoped that it would be enough to ensure that his tender rump was not going to end up being broken in too badly from his very first time having sex...but considering what Burt packed, he'd probably end up not sitting properly for a week.

"Damn this ass is niiiiiice," Burt snorted.

Martin's asshole throbbed, as much as his cock did, whenever it didn't collide with the cold porcelain of the water tank, a feeling...strange, but oddly not unpleasant, when he simply allowed it to happen. He was still fully hard, and despite his nerves, he felt proud of the fact that he had managed to attract the desires of a hot, mature male...even if he was one of his father's bastard motherfucker friends.

Speaking of fucking...

"Well here we go, kid...just stay quiet and push back as if you're sitting on the toilet, uh huh? Bet you know how to open up this business here..." the stallion instructed, with a couple of stinging slaps landing on Martin's rump cheeks.

Martin tried not to think about his smarting ass too much, but such omission was barely possible once he felt the stallion's hand grip onto his hip, followed by the huge, unimaginable sensation of the thick, giant tip pressing itself between his ass cheeks and then pushing forward, to nudge its blunt way against his barely prepared tailhole.

"HMPHHPH!"

The stallion revelled in the moment for a while, the seconds before actually mounting his bitch and changing his life forever. From this moment on, Martin would know the feeling of a man taking him for pleasure, invading his body and taking him, mounting and mating the bull as if he was a girl and not a proper man at all. He might want to fuck someone else one day, but for now, the horse knew well, the bull would be his, and his only, without any other purpose or desire.

The stud wanted to fuck.

"Booyeah...ripe and tight..." Burt nickered.

The teen bull knew very well that the fingering he'd received earlier was hardly a thorough preparation for taking something of that magnitude into his by all means virgin butthole, but he was glad for it, as much as he was for the lotion now amply covering his taint and the horse's dick, pulsing hotly against his puckered opening. He tried to do as he was told and relax himself, try to will the ring-shaped muscles to simply accept the fact that he was going to get reamed...but it was damn difficuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuul...

The horse grabbed a good hold of the bull's broad hips and thrust his hips forward intently, keeping his aim true, and his intents clear.

"Hmmmpmpnph" Burt bit his lip and neighed, fighting with the boy's body, trying to get through past the resistance that was inevitably there, despite Martin's best efforts, and then some.

The horse pushed, neighed, flexed his muscles, and pushed into the grunting, moaning bull. Martin's vocalizations were muffled by the towel stuffed into his maw, thus making it less likely that he'd wake up the whole house while he got his ass split open by Burt's massive rod.

"Ffffshit...shit..."

The muscles gave way, finally, and all sudden, Martin was no longer a virgin, but instead, had almost five inches of extremely slick, thick, throbbing, musky dick lodged under his jumping tail. The sensation drove all air out of his lungs and through his nostrils. It felt as if the cocktip had slammed against his diaphragm and not just into his asshole, but it might have as well done. It hurt, and it felt good, and it made his body quiver and shake and do things he couldn't have imagined it to be capable of.

Martin threw his head back and moaned silently, out of pain, agony, and pleasure that mixed in unknown ways, somewhere deep in his body where the stallion was taking him, filling him up to the brim...almost.

He had a lot more to give.

Once the hard part was over, pun intended, it was only a matter of getting more of himself into that tight anus, and someone as experienced as Burt sure knew how to feed it well into a tight, sucking ass such as the one that was currently gripping him from all sides and driving the cocky horse crazy with every undulation of the bull's guts stroking over his dick. He set up a rhythm of easy thrusting, in and out, like the pistons in one of the engines he was so adept in taking apart, but now it was his own fleshy, well-oiled rod shifting into a higher gear in the confines of that tight, sloppy hole.

The two males grunted and growled in unison as he the fuck continued, commenced slowly, but getting faster and, more intensive, with every pass of the veined tool into Martin's poor stretched hole. He was taking most of the thick dick with every thrust, and Burt certainly spared none of his length while he rocked and pummelled the squeezing hole with his good foot of horsecock. His huge balls were heavy and swayed back and forth and occasionally slapped against the bull's own nicely sized, messy pair.

The slick sound made their ears flick.

Martin's clammy hands clutched to the toilet seat, for balance, and support, while his body strained under the effects of taking something so big so fast into a hole so small, and it was showing. Sweat poured over his body, gluing his shirt onto his chest and his back, his cock dripped pre over the toilet seat, and his smarting tailhole wouldn't stop pulsing and trying to grip on the invader seesawing its way in and out of his guts. Martin had to remind himself to breathe when the cock was on the withdrawing phase of the pumping motion, but even that wouldn't help him with the sensation of breathlessness whenever he took most of the horse's long dick into his body.

The asshole slurped and leaked white lotion that soon run over Martin's balls, and the sounds were undoubtedly rude, but arousing at the same time. The firm thrusts massaged Martin's prostate and sent bursts of pleasure through his body, mixing with the overwhelming sensation of fullness coming from his impaled hindquarters. Burt's hands held onto his hips and guided them, while the stallion rocked and rolled and had the time of his life filling up his little filly with all the dong he could give.

Martin had no idea how long it went on - it could have been only five minutes as well as it could have been a half an hour, but the only thing filling his mind was the feeling of submitting his body for the horse, taking him hot and hard and thrusting into him deeply before rocking backwards for another prostate-mashing pass inside his hot tunnel. His body ached and shook, and he kept on moaning into the makeshift gag, by now glad for its presence in his maw.

Suddenly, the horse neighed, loudly, the loudest sound he had made yet, and the thrusts started to come faster, even harder, hard enough that Martin wondered whether he was going to have bruises on his ass by the time the stud was done taking his hole.

"HMHPHPHPHP!"

Burt's balls slammed against Martin's, his hands clutched tightly on the flare of the bull's pronounced hip bones, and he realized, suddenly, and greatly, that the horse was actually cumming, but without stopping for a beat. He kept on fucking right through it, churning the ever-growing load inside Martin's steaming rectum, filling him up to brim with the manly juices pouring out of the stallion's itching balls. Martin could feel the heat on the underside of his belly, that odd presence of the huge amount of cream flowing into him, pushed into him by the constant thrusting and the strong, twitching pulses of the horse's cock throbbing as it bore into his body.

Martin wasn't even sure just when the horse's hand appeared around his own dick and gave it a squeeze, just one, that was more than enough to cause the bull's own overloaded balls to explode messily all over the toilet seat. He was shooting, his body squeezed down on the cock inside him and helped to milk both of them more dry, as the bulk of that massive cock came under the convulsions of Martin's muscles, hidden deep inside him where the actually joining of their bodies happened. The slippery thumping of Burt's cock inside his continued, as he slid in and out, and brought ropes of cum with him that promptly flowed over Martin's balls and then dripped onto the toilet seat.

Then came a stop, surprising, abrupt, and quick, but suddenly the horse was no longer thrusting. Martin hung on, spit-roasted on the horse's stiff cock still lodged well into his rear, perched on the edge of the toilet sea that was now covered with new pearl-like decorations that had flowed out of Martin's own dick. His balls itched and his entire ass burned, as did his cheeks, his neck...every bit of skin on his body seemed to be all heated up, from the intensity of the moment.

"Good job, kid," Burt declared after an unannounced amount of time, accompanied by a pat on Martin's tired ass.

The bull boy spit out the gagging towel and swallowed quickly, to get some spit back to cover his tongue that had become all dried up from being pressed onto the towel. His eyes seemed to be wet...was he crying? The stallion grabbed the bull's ass cheeks and spread them a little to check how things looked between them, but only saw his own shaft buried almost to the hilt, and the red ring of the boy's well-stretched ring. Burt grinned to himself, and then tussled the boy's hair.

"You did good, kid."

Martin tried to say something, but his throat simply wouldn't agree. Burt winked and patted his ass again.

"You're gonna make a lot of guys jealous with this buddy here," the horse nickered.

Martin took a deep breath and grunted.

"Fuck you," Martin said, finally getting to utter the words he had wanted to say ever since the leering stallion had had the nerve to step through their front door, carrying a sixpack and calling for DOUG YOU OLD BOY, COME 'UN HERE!

Burt snorted and slapped the bull's spent rump.

"In your wildest dreams, cumbutt.."

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