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--1

"I don't know why you always have me spot for you," Barret said, grinning down at Caleb, but just looking at the Clydesdale took quite a bit of leaning. Bulging in his gym shorts were his balls and the coiled mass of his cock, hanging a few inches above Caleb's snout, where the Clydesdale had no choice but to stare at and smell it.

Sitting on a bench nearby, just alternating pumps of hundred-pound dumbbells in either hand, the gray-hued Dutch Draft Shane had his two fellow stallions in full view. "I can think of a reason or two," he quipped. Not to say that he was ogling any less than Caleb was, since he spent most of his time watching his friends flex, hoping to catch idle twitches of their cocks in their inappropriately-snug gym shorts.

Just because Caleb had no choice but to have a face full of crotch (which he didn't mind) and Shane openly drank up the sight of his fellow stallions, Barret wasn't innocent even by contrast, being just as lewd as the others, and just as unabashed in his admiration of their bodies.

While Caleb pumped those hundreds of pounds of weights steadily up and down, his rhythm steady enough to keep time by, the cream-hued American Draft Barret observed his friend's flexing muscles, and in a more raunchy, completely queer way, he tended to stare at the Clydesdale's bulging crotch as much as his muscles.

All three of them were tall, handsome, and active, sexual and otherwise. Being prideful men about their bodies, it was common to catch them working out together, and on only slightly better than half of the nights they met at the gym, they were able to get through an entire session without needing release. With Barret's musky package so close to Caleb's snout, however, they all knew it was a matter of time before the shenanigans began. All it took was one of them to kick it off, and the others fell like dominoes, ready to fuck at a moment's notice.

Caleb set the bar into its' rack, yet he stayed where he was - and so did Barret. Grinning, he put his strong hands on the cream-colored stud's thighs, squeezing on them and rumbling pleasantly.

"Mmh, jeez," Barret grunted, despite grinning himself. In Caleb's hands, his burly, chiseled thighs throbbed, and at the close contact, so did his awakening cock. "This is why you wanted to wait until the gym was almost empty," he laughed, smoothing back the brown locks of hair on his head, and then absently down the thick braid that hung over his back.

"Hey," Caleb grunted, squeezing those thighs tighter, at the same time bumping his nose into the round bulge of Barret's balls, "you guys know that work lets out late. As for this place being empty enough to not get caught fuckin' around... That's just a happy coincidence."

Still pumping his dumbbells, but feeling his purple shorts growing tight, Shane coyly remarked, "Heh, and here I figured we'd never get to the stretching."

Barret laughed, but he stopped and just groaned when the Clydesdale took hold of his member, the hulking mass of which bulged hugely in his red gym shorts. Unfortunately for them, the moment was cut short when another patron of the gym came to their relatively secluded corner, and grabbed a pair of dumbbells. Though he had no interest in the stallions (and didn't acknowledge them beyond a polite nod), none of them particularly wanted to push their luck. Besides that, their jobs required them to be naked in public; even as happy as they were with their work, even strippers wanted privacy sometimes.

Quickly unhanding Barret's crotch and sitting up when the stranger came near, Caleb then absently straightened out the silky, long, dark-brown locks of his hair. Getting up to his hooves, Caleb remarked, "Let's get changed and get outta here."

"Ah, sounds good to me," Barret said.

Shane silently put back his dumbbells and followed the others.

--2

Though there was no leader among the trio, Caleb walked ahead of the others on the way to the locker room; Barret stole looks at his muscular ass, but Shane was more reserved.

At such a late hour, with few patrons coming in and most having already left, the stallions were completely alone in the locker room. What started off as a serious plan to change and go somewhere more private was derailed quickly and decisively; when Caleb bent and slipped down his gym shorts, Barret couldn't resist, and he grabbed the Clydesdale's ass in both hands.

Grunting and pushing back into the groping touch, Caleb craned his head around as far as he could to look the cream-colored Draft in the eye. As he did, Shane was quick to join in, pressing against the Clydesdale's front.

Still wearing his gym shorts, but with the waistband tucked under his balls, Shane frotted with Caleb, pressing his pink and black meat to Caleb's own solid-black shaft. Not only did their swollen and flared cocks grind together, but so did their balls, as well as their hard, muscular chests.

Stuck in the enviable position between his two equine colleagues, the Clydesdale wrapped his arms around Shane's hard body, and he slid his hands beneath the gray Draft's shorts. "I take it you guys don't feel like waiting?" he grinned.

"I don't know if I can wait," Barret huffed, nipping afterward on Caleb's neck, who grunted and promptly offered it. Grinding up against the Clydesdale's hard, muscular ass, Barret made it apparent that he'd already decided he was going to be on top, and the copious amount of pre sluicing through the taut material of his shorts punctuated just how hot and bothered he was.

"Do you wanna wait?" Shane asked Caleb, smirking.

"Fuck no," Caleb growled, pushing back against Barret's crotch (Barret's brown-colored cock slipped in-between the Clydesdale's hard ass cheeks, despite still being covered by his gym shorts), and then he ground forward into Shane's crotch. Among the three of them, their members dribbled with so much pre that a small puddle was forming around their hooves.

After giving Shane's behind a squeeze, Caleb slid his fingers in-between that stallion's cheeks, and he rubbed insistently over the tight pucker hidden there.

At this, Shane shuddered and pressed more fully against Caleb. When the Clydesdale began to push two of his thick, strong digits inside, the gray Draft's posture widened, and he planted his hooves further apart.

Noting Shane's change in stance, Caleb rewarded the gray stallion's eagerness when he slid his fingers beyond the snug rim of that pucker.

Caleb's dry fur on those tight anal walls imposed some friction-borne pain with the pleasure, but Shane shuddered and grinned in complacency; a little pain made it all the more masculine, a sentiment his fellow studs shared.

While Caleb worked on burying two thick digits in Shane, Barret more hurriedly dry-humped into the Clydesdale's naked ass crack, caring little that he still had his own shorts on. Rivulets of musky, slippery pre squirted through the thin material of the shorts (stretched even thinner still by that mighty erection), moistening the fur and soft flesh between Caleb's rump cheeks. As he humped, he stroked over Caleb's flanks, from beneath his armpits to his hips, worshiping the hard musculature wherever his fingers roamed.

Being worshiped wasn't just familiar to Caleb, it was familiar to all of them. Being large, physically flawless, high-paid strippers had that effect on their egos, but since they were so apt to stroke each other in that regard (and others), there was no harm in reveling in it.

Wriggling deeper and deeper into Shane, Caleb soon found his digits buried to the knuckles in that tight, hot passage. It was then that he eased them back, and then he worked them back in, getting into a rhythm that had Shane shuddering and moaning, nipping at the Clydesdale's neck in affection as he did.

"As much as I bend you over, I'm always surprised that you have such a tight asshole," Caleb snickered, squeezing Shane in a masculine embrace with his free arm.

Rather than defend himself or at least shoot back in kind, Shane just settled into Caleb's embrace, and he lay his chin on the Clydesdale's shoulder. Looking across at Barret, who huffed and grunted as he hungrily dry-humped into the brown-and-black stallion's behind, he grinned and said, "Might be easier if you took your shorts off."

Barret chuckled coyly, leaning in as he did, and he shared a brief, but wet kiss with Shane.

Words ceased, leaving the air was heavy with soft grunts and huffs. Caleb's and Shane's members made a distinct sound of their own as they wetly ground together, however subtle a noise it was.

Absently, Caleb shifted a hoof, and he felt it slip in the puddle of pre. Grinning sheepishly, he said, "Maybe we ought to hit the showers."

Flicking his tightly-wrapped tail, easing out of the close embrace with Caleb - but still leaving their bodies close together - Shane remarked, "I get the feeling we're just gonna get even dirtier than we are now."

Grinning mischievously, but pulling his clothed meat out of Caleb's ass crack, Barret chimed in, "Like it's the first time you came out of a shower needing a pillow to sit on."

Shane laughed quietly, though after a deliberate shift of Caleb's fingers, he shivered. "I never said it was. Although..."

"Although what?" Caleb grunted.

Chuckling, Shane continued, "I don't think I'm gonna be getting stretched out."

"You sure about that?" Caleb grinned, spreading his fingers in the gray stud's behind, but making no noticeable slack; Shane was tight.

Despite groaning hotly, the gray Draft was adamant. "Nope... Not that I'd mind."

Slipping his gym shorts' waistband under his balls like Shane, Barret exposed his swollen, brown flesh, and he promptly slapped it against the small of the Clydesdale's back. "C'mo-o-on," he grunted into Caleb's ear, though speaking to both stallions, "less talking, more fucking."

"You're like a little kid after some candy," Caleb snickered, but he was incredibly pent-up, too, and based on what he could feel, so was Shane.

"I dunno if you want candy, Caleb," Shane said, pulling back (giving Caleb no choice to slip his fingers free), "but I've got something you can suck."

"Real clever," the Clydesdale deadpanned. Turning his head, he smiled tightly and kissed Barret, and then he squeezed the cream-colored stud's shaft, invoking him to groan. "Let's go wash up."

Shane and Caleb went ahead, off into the showers just adjacent. Barret took just a moment to reach into his locker, and into his gym back; he pulled out a handful of thin, square packets, banged the locker door shut, and followed.

--3

Caleb and Shane didn't even realize that Barret was lagging behind until he came in. Up until then, Shane was slipping off his gym shorts, while the Clydesdale further smoothed the long, luxuriant mane of his hair with his hands. Though wet with sweat, his hair was still dashing.

"It's one room over, how'd you get lost?" Caleb asked, winking and grinning at Barret.

Barret rolled his eyes and shoved his shorts down with one hand, the other one clenched in a fist. "Nah - I stopped for the rubbers."

"Oh, yeah," Shane said, reaching back, undoing the snug band that kept his tail neat. When he took it off, the black shock of hair that was his tail covered his behind, adding a flair he'd formerly been lacking.

"Forgot all about those," said the Clydesdale, still grinning, rubbing his palms together in an unsavory way.

Walking up to Caleb and Shane with a grin, Barret held out of his hand, palm up, offering the multicolored, magnum-sized condoms to the studs. At a glance, he had maybe five or six; certainly more than enough for the studs to have their fun. Caleb took one, Shane took another, and Barret dropped the remainder on one of the benches, taking one for himself.

None of the stallions could explain what it was about the rubbers that got them going. It wasn't the material - they didn't have any special feelings for latex - and penetration, both protected and bareback, was enjoyable in about the same way. But for whatever reason, as they all rolled those thin, colorful condoms down their shafts, stroking the clinging latex down their meat more and more, they seemed to grow even firmer than they already were. The reservoirs on the condoms were already beginning to fill with that copious and slippery equine pre that they all had in excess, and for all intents, they were ready to fuck like wild stallions.

Eying Caleb's dark flesh, covered by translucent, blue latex, Barret licked his lips and grinned. "Looking good," he cooed.

Before Caleb could say anything, Shane gave his mottled cock a pump, squirting a wad of pre into his purple rubber. "We're all looking good... And I don't know about you two," he said, stepping over to Caleb, grabbing his shoulders and promptly pushing him to his knees, "but I'm tired of all the talking."

Grunting but taking the dominance passively, Caleb grabbed Shane's member in both hands - which still left plenty of unattended flesh - and guided the sheathed meat to his lips. "Yeah, no shit," he impatiently huffed. Closing his eyes and opening his mouth, he took in Shane's cock, and he sucked on it with eagerness and skill unexpected from such a burly, domineering stud.

Sleeping or just interacting with other men, each stud was infallible in his dominance, naturally acting as stallions were expected to. With each other, they obviously couldn't all be dominant, but they never had to ponder this; the solution seemed intuitive. Among equals like each other (and only each other), they were comfortable bottoming. Any one of them would contentedly lift his tail or open his mouth for the others, usually taking turns between sessions; Caleb wasn't sure if it was his turn to be the bitch or not, but he didn't mind if it wasn't.

"Hey," Barret said, kneeling down behind Caleb, resting a hand on the Clydesdale's shoulder, "let's go lower. I want this ass on all fours."

Shane enjoyed the Clydesdale's heavy sucking uninterrupted for a few seconds, during which he shuddered and scuffed the tile with a hoof. Finally giving in to Barret's request, he and Caleb both pulled back; the latter dropped down to his hands and knees, and the former knelt right in front of the handsome, brown Clydesdale, again offering up the rubberized (and now glistening) length of his shaft.

While Caleb smoothly resumed his sucking (with the addition of bobbing his muzzle and manually pumping what didn't fit in his maw), Barret leaned down lower. Gripping the Clydesdale's rear, the cream-hued Draft pulled those hard ass cheeks apart, and he exposed the tight, black pucker within.

Just the sight of that equine asshole made Barret salivate. Leaning in close, he first gave that tail hole a bump with his nose, then a tentative kiss (merely an affectionate smooch) before he got to the main course, which entailed dragging his long, thick tongue over that pucker. Licking with intentional sloppiness, he included the back of the stud's plump, furless balls and the entirety of his taint, too.

Barret loved the way the Clydesdale shuddered and clenched, cinching his pucker up tight in reflex - it made it more satisfying when he prodded his blunt tongue against the pucker and started to work it inside. With firm grinds and pushes, he gradually spread open Caleb's tail hole, which, though no means virgin, was still unbelievably tight.

Had his mouth been free, Caleb would have grunted something naughty under his breath, but all he could do was suckle and slurp on Shane's latex-clad cock. As it was, the flesh was half-buried in his long muzzle, the broad flare of the tip butted up against the entrance to his throat.

Usually, Caleb wasn't one to deep-throat, choosing to just work with his lips and tongue, but with Barret slicking his ass like so, it was an extraordinary enough occasion to justify a little more boldness. Pressing his head down on Shane's endowment, gulping hard as he did, he eased the plump flare into his throat; his trembling moan was drowned out entirely by the gray stud's louder, more confident one.

As Shane's cock disappeared further into Caleb's accommodating maw, the flare bulged out the Clydesdale's throat. Reaching down, the gray-furred Draft cupped one hand around the back of Caleb's head, threading his fingers through the chocolate-hued locks of his hair, in a touch which Caleb instinctively enjoyed. His other hand wrapped itself benignly around the submissive stud's throat, where it palmed at the bulge his shaft made, like an oversized Adam's apple; feeling it made him grin.

"Working the throat tonight, huh?" Shane cooed down to him, stroking fondly through the Clydesdale's locks.

While Caleb and Shane enjoyed that deep-throat action, Barret's tongue snaked deep inside of the Clydesdale's muscular rear. His snout was buried between the middle stallion's ass cheeks, his creamy fur in sharp contrast to the brown and black that made up the entirety of Caleb's behind.

Just as noisily and wetly as Caleb sucked Shane's cock, Barret's tongue slobbered and slurped over all of the snug flesh it could reach, covering those quivering anal walls in saliva. Although the first purpose of the rimjob was selfless, just for Caleb's pleasure, the second purpose was a little bit more self-serving; Barret loved the Clydesdale's body, and any opportunity to lick, smell, and otherwise admire him was quickly taken. All of that attention had a third purpose, too; Caleb would be perfectly slicked for the fucking in his immediate future.

Reaching around Caleb's body, Barret took hold of the Clydesdale's long, black cock, and he began to alternately pump and squeeze the drooling flesh. Whenever he paused at the flared tip, he groped that mass of flesh, each time forcing another thick wad of pre to squirt into the rubber's reservoir, already bloated and dangling, just like his own was.

Eying Barret and smiling lewdly, Shane asked the cream-colored stud, "Gonna come up for air anytime soon?"

Barret laughed softly against Caleb's rump, but after a few more laps deep inside, he at last pulled back. Left in the wake of his tongue was a slightly-loosened pucker, dripping with saliva, positively stuffed with that makeshift lube.

Planting one hand on Caleb's ass, gripping and wielding his own cock with the other, Barret prodded his sheathed manhood against the Clydesdale's asshole, deforming the bulging reservoir of the condom with a huff of contentment.

--4

Feeling Barret against his tail hole made Caleb tense involuntarily, but all his clenching was useless when the cream-colored Draft started to push inside. While that rubber-wrapped equine cock spread him apart, his suckling and slobbering on Shane's cock grew staggered, but his grip on the remainder of it increased, the pumping that much rougher then. As much as he loved to get fucked once he got into it, starting out was never easy.

"Oh, god," Barret huffed, grinning dreamily, "your ass is just something else, Caleb." Still gripping his shaft to keep the flesh braced, Barret squeezed tightly with the other on the Clydesdale's rear. Beneath his strong fingers, the muscular curve only barely deformed; there was practically no fat on any of the studs.

"It is," Shane concurred, grinning back to Barret, but with a much more lewd flair. "He's got a nice mouth, too..."

Slowly getting used to the feeling of being impaled, Caleb started to tentatively bob and suck again, treating Shane's member to a slow blowjob. Necessarily keeping one hand on the floor for support, he slid the other down and off of the rest of the gray Draft's purple-sheathed cock, first cupping and groping on the plump, throbbing balls hanging just below, loving on their black hide with his calloused fingers. Only seconds later, his fingers eased lower, beneath and behind those balls, and they teased around the smooth run of the stud's taint.

"Ah, shit, I love those fingers," Shane sighed, easing his knees apart on the tile. Releasing Caleb's throat, he lay both of his hands on the back of the Clydesdale's head, and he lashed his tail as the bottoming stallion's fingers crept closer and closer to the tight pucker of his tail hole.

Met with a long, gratified moan, Barret's hips kissed up to Caleb's hard ass. Both of his hands had made their way to the Clydesdale's hips, where they squeezed and rubbed in admiration of that perfect male form. But, while he always savored the shape of Caleb's body and often loved the dominance, the latter wasn't on his mind; Caleb was as competent a top as any one of them, but for the time being, he was the bottom bitch.

Slowly, but with no friction thanks to all of the hot slobber he'd left in Caleb, Barret eased his member back to its' middle. Pushing back in, butting his hips up to Caleb's behind much more quickly than the first time, the cream-colored stud started to work himself in and out in a steady, fairly quick rhythm.

Caleb began to match the rhythm, pushing back into Barret's thrusts, and then grinding down on Shane's cock. By then, the discomfort of being stretched by Barret and the awkwardness of having Shane down his throat had faded, and he had settled into his role as the bottom. That was when he began to swallow on Shane's length, his throat somewhat clumsily clenching and writhing around the latex-wrapped flesh, coaxing out spurts of pre that filled the condom fast.

Not just pleasing Shane with his maw, Caleb's roaming fingers pressed against the pucker of the gray Draft's asshole. Having already fingered but not loosened that flesh, he only rubbed over it with his fingertips, stimulating the tender muscle without entering it. Breaking up these pleasures on the surface, he teased even more by dragging his fingers up along the Draft's taint, though he always went back to his tight pucker.

Rubbing into the Clydesdale's luxuriant hair, digging into it and rubbing fondly on the bottoming stallion's scalp, Shane returned a little bit of the pleasure he was receiving. "Yeah, suck that cock," he cooed unnecessarily.

Caleb wasn't just sucking, but gulping, lapping, and fondling, too - despite being such a masculine creature, the Clydesdale knew what he was doing, and with each tingle of pleasure, the gray Draft felt his body tense a little bit more, his balls seeming to grow tighter and throb harder.

A nearing climax was something Shane share with Barret, whose fucking was fast escalating from a slow, almost lazy grind to rapid, short bucks. While his condom-covered cock slipped in and out of the tight Clydesdale, his furless, brown balls pendulously swatted up against Caleb's own. Each smack was a little twinge of pain for both stallions, adding to the pleasure.

Caleb was a ways away from his orgasm, however; while Barret and Shane made full use of him and gradually filled their rubbers up with their equine pre, his own menacing, black flesh just throbbed in its' latex sheath, filling the reservoir of the rubber, but his climax was far off.

To the Clydesdale, it didn't really matter; the other guys came first, in every meaning. They were as accommodating when they bottomed - it was only fair, and he loved to be fucked by them, no matter how much his size and demeanor suggested otherwise.

Eager to get his fellow studs off, Caleb squeezed Shane's balls and further hugged the gray stallion's bi-color shaft in his throat and maw. Much more passively for Barret, he clenched snugly in a rhythm with the cream-colored horse's bucks, squeezing down on his member only when it was completely buried.

For just a moment, Caleb couldn't tell which one of them would blow their wad first. Shane was tugging at his hair (and like the way Barret's balls swatted his, he liked this erotic pain) and snorting inarticulately, his eyes clenched shut, his teeth bared. Barret was no more refined, pounding away at the Clydesdale's ass like a jackhammer, his thrusts sloppy and hard. It was a blissful moment for Caleb, totally enveloped in the submission, to have two white-hot stallions fucking him at both ends, and he didn't want it to end - but it did.

--5

Squeezing on Caleb's hips tightly, Barret grunted and groaned like a true animal. Tossing his head back, he snorted at the ceiling, his braided hair still decent, but the loose locks on the top of his head covered his face messily. "Ohh, shi-i-it!" he grunted with his last few bucks - noisy, brutal smacks of his hips into the Clydesdale's ass which were undoubtedly leaving that equine asshole gaped.

When he pounded in for the last time, he still ground against Caleb, as if trying to enter even deeper. As he did this, he shuddered and grunted through clenched, bared teeth, and he filled the rubber with his potent seed, bloating the reservoir like a water balloon inside of Caleb's abused ass.

Aroused by the sights and sounds of Barret's release, Shane was given the push he needed to also jizz into Caleb. With not as much fanfare but similar potency, he clutched the brown-and-black stallion, one hand gripping an ear, the other holding the bottom of his jaws. Keeping his shaft buried to the hilt, his flared cock pulsed hard, bulging out Caleb's neck even further. Snorting in overwhelming pleasure, he filled his own condom just as thoroughly as Barret had filled his, and then he came into his afterglow with a coo.

Barret's release had made Caleb shudder and moan, but Shane's was uncomfortable; feeling that bloating, latex bubble of hot splooge shifting in his throat caused him to gag, but all the same, he was blushing at the knowledge of what it was.

Though the cream Draft stayed put, Shane obligingly pulled back, doing so slowly, giving Caleb what time he needed to adjust. A few seconds after his cock itself pulled free, the overfilled and stretched reservoir of the purple rubber slopped free of the Clydesdale's maw, too.

Without the stallion's throat gripping the whole shaft, gravity alone dragged the condom down and off of Shane's bi-color member, already hanging low post-orgasm. It hit the tile with a wet splat, and left alone, the thick, equine cream within eventually began to leak from the gouged opening.

Caleb stretched his neck and worked his jaw until it popped. "Good for you guys?" he sighed.

"Mhm," Shane murmured, sitting back on one of the benches, his cock hanging in-between his legs.

Tugging his own member back and out of Caleb (who shuddered, but sighed pleasurably), Barret manually peeled the condom off of his meat, which still stood hard and proud, and tossed the latex on the floor, where it squirted with that discarded jizz.

"Ditto," the cream-colored Draft chuckled.

"Now," Caleb said, moving to sit up on his knees, getting hugged by Barret from behind, "what about me?"

Though Caleb grinned at Shane expectantly, the gray stud shook his head. "You rutted me last time," Shane explained. "It's Barret's turn to get his ass roughed up."

The cream-colored stud didn't need any coaxing. Post-orgasm, he was complacent and grateful. "Let's do it."

--6

Still looking at Caleb as the bottom bitch, Barret pushed the Clydesdale down to the tile, and then rolled him over to lie on his back.

It was a position the brown-and-black stud took to easily, and with a tight grin on his face; having just taken Barret's cock, having the tables turn only seemed fair. Reaching down, Caleb grasped his black, blue-sheathed cock, and he wagged it from side to side, making the reservoir of the condom - slightly bloated with pre - slosh. "C'mon, get after it," he snickered.

Barret swatted Caleb's paw away, and he took hold of that huge cock. As much as he wanted to just sit on it, he actually wanted to enjoy the ride, so he engulfed it in his hot maw, spurring Caleb to groan, grin, and close his eyes.

The blowjob was a terse one, more function than form, and said function wasn't even to please. All he did was suckle and slobber on it for a few short moments, until the latex was dribbling with saliva. Afterward, he pulled back, and he stroked over its' length to smear the slobber all around.

Even with all of that saliva, Barret had the feeling it was going to be a rough ride. Being honest with himself, he didn't exactly mind that; like Caleb and Shane, a little pain with the pleasure was how a man fucked.

Moving over top of Caleb, straddling the prostrate stallion and grasping his rubber-sheathed cock, Barret parked the menacing flare at his tail hole and sighed. "Shit, this is gonna hurt," he weakly laughed.

Caleb smirked. "Don't be a pussy."

Smirking back, Barret pushed down against the Clydesdale's slicked, condom-covered shaft. When it began to spread open his tight asshole, his whole body shuddered, and his still-swollen cock drooled pre onto the chiseled plane of Caleb's stomach. Eager to get the discomfort out of the way as fast as he could, he quickly pushed himself down, not stopping until his behind came to rest against the brown-and-black stud's hips.

Groaning pleasantly and laying his strong hands on Barret's hips, Caleb savored the warmth of his friend's snug tail hole. Already throbbing harshly, his latex-wrapped cock pulsed harder than ever inside of the handsome, cream-colored Draft. "Hey, joking and shit aside," he cooed, "you're a good lay."

Blushing and grinning, Barret lay his hands on Caleb's chest as he started to ride. "Right back at you," he sighed, closing his eyes. Each bounce made the ride a little bit easier and felt better than the last. Like Caleb, and like Shane, too, he loved having one of his fellow stallions under his tail once he got used to it.

Though enjoying his afterglow, Shane began to feel left-out, and he decided to fix that. After pushing himself up to his hooves, he quietly stepped over (as quietly as a stallion could walk on shower tile), and he stepped over Caleb's head with a little chuckle. Not waiting for permission or asking for approval (but hearing no complaints from Caleb), he squatted over the Clydesdale and pressed his taut ass against that wide snout.

Having already buried his face in one part of Shane that night, Caleb had no qualms about doing it elsewhere. First, he cupped and gripped the hard cheeks of the gray Draft's ass, and then he ground his nose up in-between them. In one long, slow lap, he dragged his tongue from the back of Shane's balls to the pucker of his tail hole, and then he began to crudely lap only on that hot entrance, slathering it with his viscous saliva.

Barret opened his eyes to acknowledge Shane, doing so with a small, tight grin. "How's the tongue?" he asked, with a huff undermining his breezy tone.

"Ooh, you know - wet and hot," the gray stallion murmured, absently licking over his lips, "just like usual." Reaching over to Barret's hard, bouncing form, he clutched the cream-colored stud's bulging cock and gave it a firm squeeze. To feel naked flesh instead of form-fitting latex was almost an alien feeling to him, and he forgot how much he liked the feel of a bare penis.

Noting Barret's tensing form, and wearing a wry smile, Shane started to stroke off the cream Draft. His own shaft hung flaccid, the run-off of its' recent orgasm still drooling onto Caleb's chest and neck, and the flesh tiredly receded into its' sheath even as he got his ass licked; he was truly done for the night.

Shane may have been completely satisfied and Barret may have been slowly nearing a second climax, but Caleb was already up to the edge. Taking a tongue and two dicks, and then fucking a very tight, hot ass, with another fine ass for him to lick and kiss in the meantime? Even for an endurant stud like Caleb, there was no hope of lasting.

Wedging his tongue past the tight pucker of Shane's asshole, simultaneously bucking up into Barret's bouncing, tight rear, Caleb made it obvious that he was just about to cum.

In anticipation of the burly Clydesdale's release, Barret pressed his hips down harder and harder, making sure that his tight ass took every last inch of that big, black cock with each descent; that, along with the force of Caleb's eager bucks, left him filled and reamed in a way most men couldn't even comprehend, but he loved it.

Caleb loved it even more, and he announced his appreciation for the cream-colored Draft's behind when he snorted and groaned into Shane's behind, blasting his hot breath across the squatting stallion's pucker. Unfortunately for Shane, he yanked his tongue back in the excitement of his release; conversely for Barret, he filled up his rubber in the riding stud's ass, bloating it nearly to bursting. As he came, he bent a leg and scraped his hoof instinctively on the tile, scuffing it at first, but as his orgasm tapered off over a great many seconds, he eased his leg back down, and then he just sighed, lying slack on the tile.

Trembling after the potency of Caleb's release, able to feel that staggering virility even through the rubber, Barret gently shooed Shane's hand off of his cock, and then he slowly pulled himself up and off of the Clydesdale. Just like he'd inflicted on the brown-and-black stud, his asshole was stretched wide, and sitting would be difficult in the coming days, but such a hot fuck was worth it.

Sliding off of the Clydesdale entirely, Barret exposed the well-filled reservoir of Caleb's condom, bloating hugely with hot, fresh stallion seed, dangling to the side of the hard shaft. Even as a stallion himself, just seeing how much semen filled that well-used rubber made him grin and blush.

Before too much longer, Shane, reluctantly acknowledging that the rimming was over, moved off of Caleb and sat on the tile; meanwhile, he also admired the contained mess of the Clydesdale's release.

"Ah, fuck," Caleb contentedly sighed, slowly sitting up, ignoring the pain in his stretched ass. Glancing down, he grinned at his release, and then he peeled the rubber off. With his cock still dribbling with semen and pre alike, he dangled the jellyfish for the other stallions to see. "Always amazes me how much these things can hold," he snickered.

"Heh, yeah," Barret said, kneeling beside Caleb. Still hard and grinning lewdly, he murred, "Let's try it without 'em this time... Lay back again."