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Please note that this contains M/M action, cuddling and first timers. If you aren't used to that, please browse other topics! I'd love to hear feedback, let me know what you thought. This is my first attempt at writing as well. This work is fiction so any real life similarities is truly coincidental. Thanks and enjoy! * * *

They called me 'Drake'. I was seemingly innocent young husky for the time being, until I pondered off the tracks of life. My mother and father kicked me out for being who I am. I haven't spoken to them in years, and to this day, I haven't looked back. I lived in a small apartment working at a part time job at a retail store. People never thought of me as "gay" or different, I tried to be the same as everyone else; I didn't want my life to come crumbling down again like with my parents. I met him late one night in a restaurant coming home from work. I pulled in, listening to the gravel scrape my tires of my beat-up, worn out truck. I abruptly shut off the engine and walked into the diner. I, along with 2 other patrons were in the small, trailer-sized eatery. I sat down at a table and was greeted by a plump waitress who smiled nicely and handed me a small menu. From there I looked up, noticing eyes piercing my inner-self. A dark brown stallion stared at me from the other side of the diner. At first, I was nervous, worried that I had done something wrong, but as far as I remember, I didn't do anything negative towards anyone all day. Yet he continued to stare, his eyes softened and now shimmered under the fluorescent lights. He slowly stood up, and walked towards my way. Thousands of thoughts were stammering though my mind, I wanted to leave immediately, but figured he would pummel me if I decided to get up. I heard the soft vinyl sound of pants screeching into the seat. I had realized I had closed my eyes the entire time and slowly looked up, a hand was offered towards my way. "Hi, my name is Rick." He greeted me the old fashion way, offering me a handshake and a warm smile, I took it as a non-threatening offering, and shook his hand. It struck me odd to have a complete stranger come up and introduce himself. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you. I just was interested in your truck. I have an old friend who has wanted to sell his, and was interested in it, but he lives 4 hours away." I looked at him and smiled, who would have know that my piece of junk truck would have inspired a looker. I glanced at it outside, looking it down, seeing that it was filthy and covered it in mud "Well, if you don't mind it being dirty, I'll show you it." That was it, the moment we met, I knew he was something more than just an interested buyer. I took him home that night since he had walked to the diner, nearly 4 miles. I looked at his hooves from his feet, and felt very sorry for him; they were scraped to the brim and were in dire care of help. I tried to pass the thought by making a few jokes as we rode along. He told me about his life story, his parents and where he lived as well as how he moved here. I had to admit, he was very good looking, and I was happy to be his friend. It was just about then he came out to me. He looked ashamed and towards the floor when he told me about his past and how his parents rejected him as well. "I...I'm sorry, I really didn't mean to come out this way to you, it's just you're the first friend I've had that I've felt so comfortable with. Really, I can understand if you hate me, I'd hate me too if I had someone just come out to-" I placed my hand on his shoulder, and quieted him down. "Hey, don't worry about it, in fact, I've got something to tell you..." * * * The next two weeks, we met back and forth, visiting the same café, and sometimes other places. We never wanted to advance on each other for fear of uncertainty, even though both of our minds were made up. We rose from the café table one night and headed out the door, it was then he first made his move, and put his arm over my shoulder. I shuddered at the large weight of his muscles, and how he held me, firmly yet gently, enough to melt anyone into his side. We both got into my truck not saying a word. It was him again to break the silence. "I thought I could show you a secret little spot up ahead. I like to go there to break away from my life, and I figured I could let you in on the secret." I smiled as I thought even this little secret was enough to tell me his views on me, I wanted just them for him to hold me tight, I wanted to feel his warmth against my fur. It looked so inviting, so worked yet so soft. I kept driving, following his instructions as we went, and arrived a short while later. * * * I continued to hear the humming noise coming from the engine as it continued to cool off the engine from our long journey. The night air was crisp and cool when I sat up from the bed of the truck, it splashed my fur as if to welcome me to the cliff we now were visiting. He sat next to me, propped up on his elbows, and though the moonlight, I saw his mane slowly sway in the wind. I then lied down, gazing at the stars; the moon gave us a night-light in the dark sky. I looked over and saw the prominent muscles toned in his face and neck. I slowly sat up, curious to why he was looking in the distance. I saw a string of lights that I suspected to be small homes or offices, I looked back at him, there was enough light to tell me that he was pondering about something. The moment was abruptly ended after I felt a warm sensation enter my hand. I looked down and noticed that his hand was placed in mine. His strong fingers slowly groped my dry palm, causing my hair to be raised. I shuddered at my now outlook on how fortunate I was to be sitting alone with my mate. "Would you die for someone?" He asked, his question cutting the silence in the night air. I looked him in his eyes, his blue pools told me that there was sincere behind his question. He shifted his body toward mine, I inhaled and exhaled deeply, almost scaring me with such a compassionate voice he asked in. "Yes...I would." Though the moment of rapid thoughts blaring though my head felt like a freight train had run me over, yet this is all I could reply with. His grip tightened around my hand. "I could and I would, a life is not worth living if you have a conscious full of guilt to live with." I followed up with, I felt clearer, explaining my thoughts rather than an expected answer to a question. "Who would you die for?" He asked again. His deep voice contrasted in the simple question he asked. Yet, bothered me, perhaps it was making me uncomfortable, putting my dignity out on the line to answer a simple question. I knew the answer, I would die for him, and he's the love of my life. "You. For I love you with all my heart. I never want to see you in pain or sadness." I responded, looking him straight in the eyes. I was amazed what came out of my mouth, I had never thought I would say that to him, it sounded too cheesy, but it fit the mood perfectly, I had set my heart in his, and told him my true feelings of him. I meant it with all of my soul, I cared for him more-so than myself. I couldn't physically be without him, he stood for what I lived for. These past few weeks after meeting him were the best weeks of my life. Tears suddenly formed at the side of my eyes, I was ashamed to be crying in front of such a dominating fur. I wiped away them away, streams already running and matting my fur up. I didn't know why I was crying, just a burst of emotion came over me from his innocent question. His soft mane whispered in the wind, causing him to nicker, almost shiver in the cold wind. His soft blue eyes contrasted against his hard body, almost to tell me something that only I could see. His hands now held both of mine, I could see his eyes overly wet and tremble in the soft moonlight. He leaned forward, and responded in my ear "I never want to leave your side." Slowly, he made his way over towards my lips, I responded back by leaning in with him. His lips were soft, warm and inviting, his thick tongue slowly creeping into my mouth, I greeted it with my own and began to share the favor. I completely forgot about his question, I was now overly exposed to his love for me. Just the way he held me tight against his fur, his body keeping me warm in the cool night air, was enough to answer my response. His arms pressed around my neck, and down my back, I shivered in response to the large equine pressing against me. I slowly moved my arms around his hips, locking my fingers in place of his open belt loops, and tugged gently against them. My world was now lost, I felt only him and I together in the truck bed, his hard body pressed against my own, the way that he whinnied softly when I slowly made my way up his thigh with my right hand, and squeezing softly at his toned muscles underneath his bulging pants. He slowly broke the kiss, as I finally opened my eyes, I felt so safe, and so warm with him. I exhaled a long awaited breath, the tears now gone, shivering from the feeling of my first kiss with him. His eyes still locked to mine, he slowly unbuttoned my shirt. The only time in my life I've ever felt bad about dressing up for a date, I wanted to rip it off, but the mood he set by slowly unbuttoning my shirt made my pants a bit tighter. He slowly removed his own shirt, turning around and throwing it out onto the ground where I caught a breathtaking view of his extremely well defined back, something that would put a professional bodybuilder to shame. He turned back to me, locking my eyes with his, he continued to strip tease me, as I felt my already tight pants nearly burst open. His large warm hands slid up my chest, feeling every muscle on my body, I wasn't superbly worked out, but I was defined well enough. He slowly licked and kissed my neck, causing me to shiver and moan loudly, luckily no one was around for miles to hear me. He stopped a few times to bite gently and certain points of my neck, finding each and every sensitive spot. I groaned at his expert handling, falling into his massive arms, each tense and hot. He made his way down my neck and moved slowly to my already hard nipples. He looked at them, studying them almost, before I was overcome with an immense warmth sensation as he began to lick and suckle each one. I leaned my head back and yelled out in surprise, his strong arms support my weight almost as if nothing was pressuring them. He slowly moved from my chest and licked and kissed every muscle on my stomach before coming to a halt at my waistline. Slowly he unbuttoned my pants, zipping the zipper down, and lifting me up to remove them from my legs. I stood at full attention from the treatment he had given me. I couldn't stand to be the only one now unsheathed, so I directed all of my attention to unbuttoning his pants as well. His bulge now clearly visible, his equine status meant I was in for more than a surprise. Slowly, listening to the cracks that the zipper made every time it moved, I made the zipper all the way down to the halt. He lifted himself up, allowing me to slide his pants off his legs. I nearly fainted when I saw the size of his member, what looked to be at least a foot long and the girth of a soda can. He had earned his horse hood and I was going to be the first one to experience it. He turned around, lifting his tail up, exposing a warm, tight hole. I could feel the heat radiate off this area. "I want for you to be the first one to enter me." I crawled up to my knees, answering to his demand, I already was slick from the pre that had spurted while he exposed himself to me. I bent down to moisten the area more, I let my tongue lick the exposed hole. He tightened immediately and relaxed, moaning from the wet heat that was groping his tail hole. His tail lifted higher than before, as I noticed his member bobbing up and down from below him. I trusted my tongue in deeper than before, feeling the inside, the warmness from his inside caressed my tongue with pleasure I had never felt before. We were both new at this, but we had never had thought in our deepest imaginations that it would be this good. I pulled back, lifting myself back up, now grasping my exposed member in my hand, and slowly made my way into the tight hole of the horse. "Please be gentle." He asked. I vowed never to see him in pain, and I meant it. Slowly, I made myself toward his hole, feeling the pressure against my own when I entered. He moaned softly, slowly, I pushed in feeling the warmth against my own, it felt as another layer of skin, the slick inside was unimaginable and it took me nearly all of my strength not to unleash my seed right there. He moaned in ecstasy under me, I felt him tighten and loosen as I kept my mouth open gasping for air, throughout this procedure, I nearly forgotten to breath. During this time, the large equine had shifted his body and now lay on his back, putting his legs over the husky. Letting his mane droop against the bed of the truck. The cool air gently rustled his exposed body, causing his massive ball sack to pull itself against his body. I pushed in farther with each thrust, I looked down at him each time for a warning of pain, I continued on slowly reaching my knot. I looked down at him just noticing that he had changed positions and leaned down far enough to reach his fully extended member. I removed his stroking hand and put it in my mouth. He groaned immensely and shuddered as I began to slowly lick the entire member. For every thrust I made, I deep throated the member as far as I could. His soft groans were becoming bellowing whinnies. I continued to thrust and suck with every might I could. My thrusts were becoming faster and faster, as well as his deep breaths. I felt my knees buckle, as I took in a deep breath. I pushed my knot in. His body pulsed, whinnying loudly as he pushed his long member into my mouth filling it with warm sweet seed. I smiled in pleasure as I experienced his warm seed slide down my tongue, causing me to murr in pleasure. It was pumping impossible amounts into me, releasing his strain and stress built up from all of these years. His sweat covered body raised and lowered with every breath he took. Him whinnying and snorting with my cock still buried inside. I felt my knot slowly decrease as I emptied my seed into him, his hole still holding a tight grip on mine. I slowly let his flaccid member leave my muzzle, not letting a drop escape. He slowly released his grip on my member as it slid out with a wet slap as it hit my thigh. "You were amazing." I couldn't say more, it was perfect. He leaned into me again and kissed me again. He broke it again "You were too." He let out a hearty laugh and pulled me by his side, my body conforming to his, laying my head under his arm. We both continued to look at the sky. He held me tight, and I never wanted the feeling to end. We had both experienced something tonight that we would never forget. He slowly closed his eyes slowly as I draped a blanket over both of us that was in the back of the truck. I held him tight as I looked up again and kissed him one last time, I whispered a "thank you" in his ear. Not to thank him for the offering he gave me tonight, but to thank him for my struggle in life, and making me feel a person again. I let out a single tear before I fell asleep, a tear of pure happiness. My life was fulfilled, and Rick was there to thank for it.