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The gleaming head of the ax looked good as new. The faint glow of the forge glimmered on its surface. It also looked like the blacksmith went through the trouble of refinishing and varnishing the handle.

"Well, Dusk," The large lumberjack of a horse started, "I don't have any gold to pay for the repairs to my ax." He smiled at the imposing bull who was equal in his height but no doubt beefier.

"So Calster, without gold, how are you planning on repaying me?" Dusk crossed his massive arms.

"Well, I did hear from the other smiths that you are the type who appreciates a fellow male's company and the most likely to barter when one is lacking in gold." The horse ventured.

The bull couldn't restrain a smile. "I won't accept such barter from just any male. I have standards."

"Of course." The stallion approached the bull. "I can tell you are of discerning taste. If your eyes are of any indication of what you find desirable, I reckon you find me at the very least worth a closer look." The stallion unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it onto the table. His heavily muscular build showed the results of this lumberjack's hard labor.

"Impressive." The bull's smile widened. "Now the trousers."

The horse undid his belt and slid his trousers down to his ankles, giving Dusk a glimpse of his wide, muscular back. The lumberjack kicked the trousers onto the table right on top of his shirt. If the bull didn't know any better, he'd guess paying in gold would be the exception for this stallion. For the previous payees, he doubted they felt cheated.

Standing completely naked, the horse's shiny chestnut coat shimmered in the light of the forge. The orange and red contours of light danced on his bulging form. His half flaccid length dangled between his legs, reaching almost half-way down his meaty thighs.

"C'mere." The bull licked his thick lips. The horse slowly, almost teasingly, walked up to the smith, his stomach almost meeting the bull's. "Take my shirt off."

The horse smiled and started at the top button, and gazed into the bull's eyes as he worked his way down the tight shirt. Eyes as dark as night, his gaze was intense. The horse could almost feel like he was losing sense of his surroundings the longer he looked into those deep dark pools.

The bottom button came off and the bull shrugged it off, letting it fall on the chair behind him revealing the bull's big bulky build. His chest was thick with muscle and a sheen of fat. His shoulders and arms bulged with power. His belly was rounded and sagged a little with its bulk. It didn't make the bull look fat, but burly and brutish.

Dusk planted his thick lips on one of the stallion's nipples and began to work the other with his fingers. The stallion moaned and put his hands on the bull's thick shoulders, massaging the thick domes of muscle. The bull gently suckled and licked at the nipple, teasing it until he felt it harden. The bull went to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

Calster felt around the massive arms of the bull, relishing in the sheer size of them. None of the lumberjacks he had worked with were this big.

"Turn around and bend over that work bench." The smith's lips were moist with saliva. Calster turned around and caught a glance of the bull awkwardly shucking off his pants off his powerful legs. The stallion walked over to the work bench slowly, allowing the smith to admire the whole of the horse's backside. The horse rested his elbows on the workbench and arched his back accentuating his generous butt.

Dusk strode eagerly to the stallion's big, round, muscular ass. The bull squatted down behind the behind and firmly massaged the globes. The thick flesh felt wonderful in his hands.

Calster nickered softly and played with his hard nipples as he felt his shaft harden and his ass relax. He couldn't stifle a moan when he felt something slick slide between his ass cheeks. The bull slid the belly of his cock through the deep valley of the horse's butt. Fat, heavy balls brushed against Calster's taint with each slow stroke. Calster squeezed his rump together and heard the bull moan. Calster gave a few more squeezes before relaxing and releasing its 'prisoner'.

Slick with the bull's drool, the fat finger of the smith elicited a gasp from the horse as it probed in just a little before circling the ring. Dusk's thick lips softly nibbled around the stallion's ass. Such a grand butt demanded to be admired by those gifted with its full view. It didn't take long for Dusk to be able to stick three fingers in the horse without resistance.

"Mount me damn-it." Calster moaned.

"Get on your back." Dusk pulled away from the horse's butt and stepped back. The horse realized workbench was the perfect height for such endeavors, and wasn't sure if it was coincidence or intended. Whatever the case, Calster laid back on the spacious workbench and slid back a little. With that, Calster felt strong hands spread his legs and a prod at his pucker. Well lubricated from what felt like oil to Calster, the head of the smith's cock slipped in.

Dusk bent over and rested his hands on both sides of Calster's body for support. As the bull gently, slowly eased his cock in, Calster felt the smith's gut press against his cock. Having never been topped by someone with a noticeable gut, Calster was surprised how good it felt to have the downy soft fur and yielding flesh rub his shaft. Calster figured out soon why the smith was going so slow, his head was the thinnest part of his dick. It tapered in the middle and stretched the horse's ring almost to the point of discomfort as the fattest part slid past it. Several moments later, Calster felt the smith hilt.

Dusk ground his hips against the horse, shifting the base of his cock from side to side, up and down against Calster's well oiled ring. Calster moaned and arched his back. Dusk lowered himself down to let his weight press down on the lumberjack and continued grinding. The luberjack bucked his hips in response, rubbing his stomach and cock against Dusk's gut.

Short, slow, but strong strokes moved the short and fat cock in Calster's depths. With every hilt, the burly smith ground his hips a few times before retreating the thickest part of his dick just inside the horse's hole, no further. Calster placed his hands at the smith's sides working them up and down, silently urging the smith to go faster. The bull ignored the silent plead and kept his fucking slow. He was going to take his time and savor this payment. Dusk lowered his head into the lumberjack's chest, burying his lips between the meaty pecs. Nibbling with his lips and licking, Dusk explored every contour.

Shifting his hands away from the smith's sides, Calster ran his fingers up the bull's body and found the bull's nipples. Calster gently squeezed the fat nubs between his thumb and forefinger, and gave them the slightest of twists. Dusk began to buck a little bit faster. The horse grinned, then shifted his fingers ever so slightly, reversing the twist. The bull planted his mouth on one of the horse's nipples and suckled earnestly. Calster gasped when he felt the bull fuck faster. Each stroke lasted maybe a second or two now with no grinding in between.

Dusk switch nipples and suckled, giving the neglected, aching nipple some well deserved attention. Calster seemed content to play with the bull's nipples knowing it was driving the bull wild with desire. Dusk could feel his balls ache for release. "Just a few more minutes." He thought to himself. He pulled his mouth away from Calster's nipples and pressed his weight back to his arms again. The bull started bucking a little bit faster.

"You're not getting away that easy." Calster thought, maintaining his hold the smith's nubs. The moans and gasps from both males slowly became continuous. Both were getting close.

Dusk drove one final thrust into the horse's butt and let out a loud bellow. He felt his cum surge through his cock and into the lumberjack's depths. His balls churned and tingled with relief. Spurt after spurt of cum pumped into Calster's butt. The horse felt the hot seed flood him almost driving him to the brink, but never crossing it.

Dusk pulled his fat tool out of the thoroughly creamed hole with a wet slurp. He lowered his head onto the horse's furiously throbbing cock and worked his lips on the flare. All it took was a gentle cup of his powerful hand at the horse's nuts for the horse to finally blow his load.

Calster cried out and bucked his flared head deeper into the bull's mouth. Hot, thick cum flooded in, forcing the bull to swallow to make room for the rest. Which happened a couple more times. No doubt this lumberjack was just as pent up as he was.

Dusk lazily opened his mouth and let the spent cock flop on the horse's muscled abs and lied down on top Calster.

It took a few minutes for them to come out of their post-orgasm haze, but when they finally did, Dusk pulled away and walked over to one corner of the shop to wipe his limp cock with a nearby towel. He threw a spare clean towel to Calster.

"If you ever need repairs on that ax of yours again, feel free to bring it here." Dusk smiled.

"What if I don't have any gold?" Calster asked with a wry grin as he put his clothes on.

"I won't complain." The bull smiled.