An acquired taste
A quick little solo scene. Saul gives himself a little winter present ;)
It was mid-morning and the stallion came into the house, heart racing in his chest and sweat drenching his tank top, despite the cool morning air outside. Saul had just come back from his morning run, acting as a sort of kick-start on his new year's resolution to get more active. It wasn't that the equine needed to get into better shape - he had a fairly well kept body and a fast metabolism - he just felt it a good idea to start being more active.
Saul trudged his way to the sofa, flopped onto it and took a deep breath, taking deep gulps of his water and relaxing himself. He pushed the running shoes off his feet and pulled the tank top over his head and throwing it to one side, feeling relief that his sweaty body was free of the wet piece of clothing.
Taking a few more breaths, the stallion asked himself aloud, "Anything else too do, or just a bit-a rest now?"
The stallion was basically alone for the day, his brother Anders leaving for work the same time he went out for his new morning run; he wouldn't be back until later that evening, covering for a friend of his at the opticians. He'd also gotten all of his post-Christmas shopping done, the combination of after-holiday sales and last-minute-gift-cards getting him plenty of gifts. As he contemplated his next actions, Saul stretched out his nimble body, taking a deep inhalation of his body odour. The musk emanating from it was a sign of hard work for the stallion, a poignant statement of nature's congratulations.
In that same moment, his pulse steadying but still racing, his trousers sent a signal out to Saul, his attention being turned to other activities.
"Well, no point leaving you unattended" he laughed, pulling his tracksuit trousers and under off his body, leaving him nude in the living with his cock standing to attention. He gently brushes his hand down his member and resting at the base, giving his balls a quick moment of attention before beginning his session.
He gripped his cock tight with his left hand and began to pump up and down the length of his shaft, the familiar touch of his hand still managing to send sensations flaring across his body. He hadn't had a moment to himself like this for a while, nor a moment of intimacy with anyone else, meaning his was backed-up quite a bit. Saul sat deep into the sofa, using two hands to pump his dick, his hips bucking rhythm to his hands, until he couldn't hold back anymore, shooting strings of come up in the air, coating his chest and stomach in the substance, a few trickles streaming down his length and hands.
He reached for a box of tissues and attempted, futilely, to clean up the mess on his stomach, licking the residue off of his hands for personal preference.
In that moment he put two and two together - he was sure he could go for a second round; he wasn't to bad with his own cum; What if he...
Within seconds of the idea coming to him, the stallion sprung up in his seat, his cock virtually at eye-level with him. The perks of being a horse, he thought to himself.
Grabbing his cock gently at the base, he leaned down closer and started to lick at the tip of his prick, tasting the residue of semen coming out of it. He slowly wrapped his lips around his own prick and slowly bopped his head up and down, his lips gliding delicately over his tender meat. He was just able to bring himself halfway down his own length, but he wanted to get the full experience. Keeping his cock in his mouth, the stallion hunched back in his seat, placed his feet on the table in front him, and pushed.
Saul was able to make his way from there, his back on the sofa and his legs thrown up in the air, his length sliding deeper into his mouth, the horse now deepthroating himself. He was able to thrust his bottom half in the air, forcing his dick in and out of his mouth, his balls moving up and down in motion with his movements. He reached his arms up around each leg and used that as a sort of leverage, thrusting harder and deeper into his mouth.
He was now sucking himself with such determination, his throat now coated with pre dripping from his cock, his lips meeting the base. As he did this he took deep breaths from his nose, inhaling the musk emanating from his balls deep, bringing him closer to orgasm. He thrust hard into his throat, feeling himself coming closer to the edge, the muscles in his legs, stomach and arms tensing with anticipation, his cock stiffening at climax.
In a series of intense shocks his throat was fill with cum, the stallion having no choice but to swallow it down. He kept his legs in the air, arms around them and balls to his muzzle as he took in the heavy, sweaty musk emanating from them, the scent seemingly sending intense shot after shot of jizz into the stallion's stomach. He sat himself back down on the sofa and released his mouth from his cock, taking in deep, appreciative breaths, his semi-erect cock still squeezing a few more drops from the tip. The stallion leaned over to suck on the tip, making sure not to let a drop of his seed go to waste.
He sat on the sofa and let himself relax, the thick musk of exercise and self-satisfaction filling the room.
"I need to do that more often" he said to himself, stupid grin spread across his muzzle.