After Practice Fun
Totally different direction than last time, but I've been working on some stuff (not to mention been busy). Just wanted to do this, but from now on, I'll probably stick with dogs/related to. Enjoy! And now for something completley different, aren't the categories breast sex and tit fuck the same thing..unless sex denotes an orifice then..well I dont want to go there. And biker mice? To each his own I suppose. Juno Reactor is good. I'll stop talking and let *gets shot*
It had been a long day. After track in the morning and football in the afternoon, Pete Townes, Campbell High's number one running back, was more than ready to hit the showers. His black mane hung over his left eye as he peeled his jersey off, revealing toned abs on his brown hair, sweat drenched his body. Pete noticed Luke come into the locker room out of the corner of his eye. Him and Luke had been friends for as long he could remember. Their mom's knew each other when they were foals, so it was almost as if they had grown up with each other. Nothing was held back between them, they shared secrets just as they did everything else. Luke saw Pete and started walking over toward him. Pete went ahead and undressed fully, stepping into the shower, as Luke did the same. Pete tried to look away but he couldn't help noticing Luke thick cock hanging down at the end of his thighs, almost arousing him. Don't be so gay, his mind told him. Luke stepped into the shower, turning it on and letting the water drench the black hair that covered his body, his mane slicked back on his neck. Pete turned the nob, letting the water and became extremely glad for the small dividing wall between them, as he saw his own brown cock, begin to throb underneath the water. The idea of Luke, stark naked and wet, with his member hanging between his legs, was making Pete very horny, even if his mind didn't like it.
"Man, Coach Harris was rough! Did you catch how many laps Rob had to run? I swear the old guy has gone crazy!" Luke was rubbing soap on his black hair on his face, his hands working their way to the rest of his body as Pete watched him as he spoke.
"Yea..nuts huh.." Pete was distracted. After realizing what he said, vivid images of him kneeling in front of Luke, his mouth holding Luke's scrotum while his tongue flicked upward. He shook his head, trying to get the thoughts out. You faggot, he told himself.
"You bet. And did you see Jennifer Hart today? In that cheerleading outfit? Even if you're a guy, I bet you give an awesome blowjob.." Pete stared at Luke in disbelief, trying to figure what he heard.
"What'd you say?" Pete noticed one of Luke's hands had disappeared past the barrier, his arm flexing in different directions.
"Jennifer Hart. Even if she is a dog, I bet she gives great blowjobs. She's got great legs, too. And don't even get me started on that ass, man.. You get that?" Luke whinnied briefly as he stuck his nose up in the water, snorting. His hand was still out of view, though Pete saw his arm starting to move faster.
"Yea..just thought you said a different name. That's all." Pete heard the faucet shut off and watched Luke step out. What a tight butt..and look at his abs..his mind was running wild with fantasies. Dammit! He's my best friend, not some sex toy!
Pete watched as Luke stepped out of the shower, the faucet turning off by itself. Pete could feel his body urging him. He wanted Luke in a way he had never felt before. No..no, its so wrong! He's my best friend, dammit! Pete couldn't hold back, as he looked down on his body, his brown hair wet and soft, his brown member still throbbing. He's my best friend...
Luke felt himself pushed up against the wall as he was digging through his gym bag. Pete turned him around, sitting Luke on the bench, and knelt in front of him, his head going in between his legs.
"Pete...I know we're friends and all..but I never really wanted it- oohh.." Luke started moaning and neighing as Pete put his hands on his black cock, a full 13 inches.
Luke spread his legs and let his arms hang down as Pete put his lips around the head of his dick, moistening it. Luke watched, his eyes rolling back every once in a while as Pete pleasured him with a hand rubbing his cock and another fondling his balls, his mouth still around it. Luke looked down, noticing Pete's cock sticking straight up, pulsating, and put his hand on it to jerk him off. It was at least a foot long. Pete shifted around and let out a moan as Luke grabbed onto him. Pete opened wide as he slid Luke's hot cock all the way into his mouth, his tongue sliding underneath it. He winced briefly as he felt Luke's head go down his throat and then he pulled up slightly, keeping most of it in his mouth.
Luke moaned as Pete sucked him, pleasured him. He was getting ready to orgasm and he began moving his hand faster on Pete's cock. He felt his own teeth clench together, his breathing increasing as he snorted. An involuntary shutter passed through him. Luke could feel every muscle in his body spasm as he let out a whinny and neighed, whipping his head in the air. His cock spurted cum as Pete sucked it down. Pete lifted his head off to breathe and swallow and felt his face being doused with Luke's seed as he had another orgasm. Pete could feel his own cock drenched in his cum, Luke's hand still rubbing him. Luke's chest was heaving as Pete got up and made Luke lie flat on his back on the bench. Pete held his cock up with both his hands, rubbing it to get the blood flowing again. Luke looked at him, his face in ecstacy. Pete got hard quick and spread Luke's legs apart, making them hang off the bench. Luke rubbed his cock as Pete felt around the edges of his butt, slowly moving his cock toward him. Luke braced himself as Pete prepared to enter him.
"Wait."
"What is it Luke?"
"Look in my bag..the bottle. Use it."
Pete got up and went over to the bag which had been shoved off the bench. He fumbled through it, his hands digging through sweaty clothes, a slightly sticky issue of Vixen's Swimsuit issue, and finally, a tall white bottle. Pete flipped the cap open and squeezed a small amount of the white cream on his finger. He rubbed it in, and then point the bottle on his cock, pouring the cream onto it. He shuddered as he used both hands to rub it in, he could feel it the cream starting to warm up. He squeezed some more onto his hands and rubbed it around Luke's area, sliding a finger or two inside. Luke looked at him, his chest heaving. He was ready.
Pete pushed himself into Luke's tightness, his hands at his base, guiding. Luke moaned and put a hand around his own cock, rubbing it, wincing from the penetration. Pete shuddered as he went in all the way. Luke was moaning and with every breath, he tightened, squeezing Pete's member inside of him. He thumped his hand down on his cock, pulling on the almost leathery skin. His head enlarging every time he pulled down, forcing more blood into the top. As Pete stimulated him, Luke's hand squeezed his own cock as his body squeezed Pete's. Luke moaned violently as he orgasmed, covering his chest in his own semen. The orgasm sent a ripple of contractions through his body, tightening himself on Pete. At instinct, Pete through his head back, neighing wildly as he shot his load into Luke. He slipped out and laid down on top Luke, cum sticking to him. Luke put his hands up on Pete's shoulders.
"Was this just a one time thing?" His words were spaced, his body exhausted.
"I don't know. I just couldn't hold back, I don't know why. I'm sorry..."
"Don't be. After all, I'm a very attractive stud."
They managed to laugh as they attempted to get off one another, both bodies completely tired.
"I cant move, Pete."
"Join the club."
"You know, if Coach finds us..."
"Shit, you're right."
Pete managed to stand up and went back to the shower, to rinse himself off. Luke did the same. As Pete let the water run down his body, he felt Luke's hand reach out and grasp his own. Pete smiled as he looked at him and squeezed his hand, as they connected in a way they had never before.
Copyright 2005 Phobos Anomaly.