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My mouth was dry. I swear I was licking my lips and desperately trying to wet it, but I couldn't help it. It was like the Sahara in there.

"Dude... that's gay."

He just smirked, his paw brushing so delicately over mine. He had that look in his eyes, this hazy piercing look that told me he wasn't interested in what I was really saying.

"Only if our balls touch."

He giggled, like it was funny. I didn't find it funny. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears, my gut had long since dropped through the floor and my muscles had turned to jelly. This wasn't just a simple invitation to come hang or anything, this was a proposal of doing something forbidden, something I'd lusted after for years.

"Gerard... Please, can't we just play games or something?"

"I'm done playing. You don't want this?"

Fuck... He had me there, that damn horse... I should never have accepted his offer to come play his new games console. I should have just stayed at home, watched some stupid videos online and whacked one off like I normally did. But by fucking god, I crushed on him too hard to say no. The Arabian stallion was such a stud and he knew it. Years of being his friend, hiding the fact I was bisexual by dating girls and adamantly refusing any notion I might swing the other way. I'd always assumed he was too, since we doubled up once or twice when we hooked up with chicks.

"Gerard..."

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you haven't once thought about me like that."

We were pretty open - probably more so than 'best friends' might allow. It had started off so innocently; when we were younger, breaching into puberty and suddenly growing, we used to watch porn together, pawing off whilst we did so. That was easy enough, we never crossed streams or anything nor did we touch each other. Sure, we compared sometimes, but which guys don't? With him being a horse, he had the unfair advantage when our balls dropped and dicks grew. It was hot though, back then, watching him stroke his greasy paw from ball sack to his flared head, then him grunting and moaning cutely as he painted his chest white. I lied about it then, but when he came, I followed shortly after, rivalling him in the amount I churned out.

When we started dating individually, we didn't share moments like that for a long time. It became this serious game of 'finding the one', and whilst we got distant for a while we still chatted. After failed relationships we went back to one another for support, and then that's when we entered what I like to call our 'frat phase'. Sex and women become more like toys rather than actual commitments. We fooled around with far too many far too often. Gerard was popular amongst the girls. He was so sweet and nice when they were around, and then his reputation as a good lay spread like wildfire. I used to just pick off his dregs, the ones he eventually declined because he was courting two or three girls at a time. Sometimes, on those rare occasions when all parties involved were drunk or horny enough, we'd share a girl or two, so don't think I wouldn't be lying when I've said I've seen him in action. He had a godly body, ripped in all the right places and endowed where it arguably mattered most.

Fuck, I was so hot for him... But I couldn't say. That was too gay.

"Dwayne... come on, admit it."

Sometimes we'd joked around, flirted a little maybe, but I had assumed he'd thought I was messing with him. That's what I'd always considered it to be. I didn't even think a chance would be there, let alone that I in particular would have a shot. But here he was, paw shoved down his pants, quite blatantly groping himself whilst he his free one attempted to entangle itself with mine. All I could do was sit there, looking dumbstruck on his bed as I faced him, trying to hide the fact that whilst my head told me to wait, my dick was pretty much raring to go. I tried not to look at his crotch, or my own paws for that matter, as I desperately wished I could wake up and get out of this nightmare.

If I told him the truth, I'd be exposing myself. If I told him a lie, he'd see right through it. If I said nothing, he could imply I was gay but with no solid proof it was just that; an accusation.

"You know you want to..." he cooed, his paw now pretty much holding mine. I didn't pull away, mind. I didn't know what to do. "Dwayne, I've seen the way you look at me..."

He was lying. All he was going off was a few things I'd said recently. About gay rights, of some other dude in our class at university coming out, about how my parents rejected the idea of man-on-man sex - he just assumed I was making my own hashed attempt of telling him I liked dudes. And I did. But I wasn't ready to let him know that.

Apparently I had no choice though.

"Al-alright... Fine, y-yes, I admit it..."

He grinned, like he'd just won the lottery. Was it such a big deal anyway? What difference did it make? Sure, he could be a little freaked out, but judging by what was happening I would have said otherwise. In fact, I would have guessed the exact opposite. It was like this news to him was a godsend.

"Good boy..."

Then he leaned forward and suddenly years of denying that half of my sexuality, of admiring my friend from a distance, of wanting elaborate fantasies to come true, finally amounted into a single moment when his lips met mine. It was hot, totally unlike anything I had anticipated for so long. I'd kissed a girl, but they were always so delicate... they wanted me to take charge, to swoop them off their feet like their knight who'd come to romance them until the sunset, all the while expecting me to treat them though as an absolute equal in every other regard. But Gerard... He was all on at once, his paws brushing up and along my arms before tucking under the armpits, pulling me closer. I felt my strength drain as it really began to dawn on me that this was actually happening, that I really felt his moist tongue probing along my lips and prising them apart. In all honesty, he didn't have to try hard. I was an easy target. He'd won me over years ago, so this was just him finally taking the prize; I eagerly met his match. My tongue swarmed along his, exploring his own snout as he took mine. Our lips would disconnect only to then meet once more over and over, that squelching noise filling my ears. It was so messy... His spit was already coating my lips, but I didn't care. None of it mattered. This was actually happening!

He broke away, leaving me nothing but a panting mess. That couldn't be it. Not just that, not that alone. Come on, man, don't leave me hanging here.

"Do you maybe... wanna go further?"

"Yeah." The answer was already out before I had chance to think.

"But... who's going to be the girl?" It was a valid point. We both had fucked in our time, so it wasn't like that role was going to be hard to fill, it was more the question of who was going to get the filling... I was a virgin, and I'm sure he was too. We were just as nervous as each other, probably, deep down. Sure, I'd fingered myself in the shower or even in my bedroom if I was lucky enough to be home alone, but that would have been nothing compared to a Palomino's member... A horse cock was infamously huge. Possibly too big even for a first time, but I'm vaguely aware that hadn't stopped Gerard from not just taking another's virginity but pretty much hammering the stuff out of them. I suppose the question wasn't if a virgin could take it then, but more if I could sum up the courage to ride one...

But what if Gerard wanted to get fucked first? It wasn't unlikely. He'd been this forward so far, so who's to say he wasn't planning on finally getting a first-hand experience on what it was like to be with a guy, perks and all. That would have included getting fucked for once by another man's tool. Would he want mine though to be his first? Even though I was a canine, a pedigree Australian Shepherd, I wasn't exactly packing a small package... I knew I had a good size to me as I'd been complimented on it before and since I'd seen Gerard's meat already I knew where I stood in comparison to him. But I still had a good size, arguably thicker than his too if you took in my knot as well. For either of us it was going to be a challenge. But to lose either his or my own virginity with him was a good enough prospect for me, so I'd let him choose. Whichever he picked I would be happy as that's what mattered most. No doubt we'd do the other later down the line...

"Does it matter?" I said measuredly, looking into his eyes, wanting just to plant my mouth against his again and forget we even had to discuss this.

"I guess not. You want to top then?"

It seemed a good start... Probably the more reasonable choice too; at least my size was the lesser of the two and could be built up to. Gerard's was just a behemoth that took guts to take. His paws, whilst still having held onto me around the sides of my chest, stroked down along my sides tenderly. I guessed there was no going back now. We'd said our pieces, more so him than me, and now it came to what probably I'd been longing for all this time. Every wet dream was to finally become a reality and there was no longer any need to jack off to a picture of him topless as he took a photo in his bathroom mirror. I'd get the horse I'd so longed for.

His paws slid under my t-shirt and began to pull it off over my head. I lifted my arms to help him shrug it off, reaching forwards once it was draped aside to unbutton his shirt, revealing the rich cream chest beneath. He had such a thick chest, one I'd loved to nuzzle all the time when I'd caught sight of it. It had the right amount of muscle so as to exude with strength and power, but it hadn't gone to the point where it had become grotesquely formed into a bodybuilder's dream. He remained slim enough for me to still class him as him, and it was just adorable. As the folds of his shirt fell away, it revealed that taut stomach and beautiful fur which began to taper into a white coarser trail, the beginnings of his pubic fur which led down his abdomen and snaked off past the waistband. I could feel his paws groping across my chest, and I sat back and let him explore. We'd seen each other plenty of times, not just in the bedroom but in the locker room, outside, at the beach... This was, I guess, our first actual hands-on experience with each other's bodies. I felt his paws gently caress and stroke along my bulkier build, running through thicker softer fur. I wasn't as fit as he, since he'd dedicated himself as the health fanatic whilst I had worked on my social skills. Whilst I wasn't slim, I wasn't fat either, it's just I had a bit of a gut which showed. Nothing as prominent to make it bulge, but it certainly didn't have the strength and resilience as Gerard's did. But why he liked me as I was I didn't know; he just did, apparently.

Our lips met again now that both our torsos were bare, sucking greedily now as we each went for the other's crotches. I had a belt on, so I was first to get Gerard shuffling awkwardly out of his shorts. The fabric fell away bit by bit, until I was left with his bulging boxers, the scent already setting my fur on end. It smelt good... just the right consistency of sweet freshness with a hint of wild musk. Why did he have to be so damn perfect? His paws fiddled with my buckle, until eventually the clasp came away and he undid the fly to my jeans. I rose up, standing briefly off the bed to let them drop to the floor. Kicking them away, I was quickly kneeling back down next to him, closer this time, with my knee glancing just across his hip, my own briefs a short distance away from his. I could feel the heat... it was so intense, unlike anything I'd ever really felt. With girls, they'd been turned on sure, but usually the best indicator was how wet they were. I guess for guys it's different then, since we get hard, we're the ones pumping blood into our dicks, so of course it'll be warmer...

I had to test; I cupped his bulge, just seeing the hotness and the size of his beast. Part of me was a little jealous I wouldn't be riding him first, but that was quickly silenced by the rest of me screaming how thankful I was not to be tearing myself in two with that flaming rod. I let my paw simply stay there; surrounding his member was we carried on swapping saliva. It felt... good, really good even, unbelievably good... I wondered why I hadn't done this sooner, perhaps not with him but with any male. I might have been able to make the experience more pleasurable for him then. All I had to go on was what girl's I'd been with liked, and even then I'd run into the first hurdle that just merely rubbing wasn't going to get you anywhere fast. But I was a guy, and so was he, so if I just transition what I do to myself onto him... it should be good, right?

His paws reached down and didn't bother with any foreplay; they want for the waist and slipped behind the underwear. It felt odd, having such large, manlier hands snaking their way down there. I'd been used to polished claws and slender fingers before, but this was different. The greater size was nothing though when I felt him gently tug and squeeze at my sheath. Whilst sporting something between a hard dick and a flaccid one, I still bloated out that furry tube of flesh, which he fascinated by. I could feel his fingers playing around with the entrance, trying to figure out exactly what to do with it. I suppose neither of us knew what to expect. We'd seen the other in action, probably seen it more times than we'd admit, but we'd never gotten our paws on one another. There was always that invisible barrier of being branded as gay that kept our privates apart. But, now it was all out in the open as I tugged on Gerard's underwear to reveal his bludgeon, just as he did the same to me, letting our junk air out. Guess it was finally time to make that move.

I shuffled forwards, manoeuvring my hips so that, very slowly but firmly, I pressed my groin against his. His warm, soft cock slid along my sheath, exciting me a little more as our balls mushed together, sack against sack.

"There... balls touching," I smirked, blushing just a little as I tried to make it seem like I knew what I was doing. To feign confidence was one thing, but I honestly didn't know what to do next. Somebody was going to get sucked, that seemed a pretty common thing girls did before fucking, just to warm things up, but... who would suck who? If I was going to fuck Dwayne, surely Dwayne should suck me? But I wanted some action myself. I wasn't going to let my first gay experience end in me being a total dude still without having tried something that really did stick a middle finger to that straight part of me.

"Do you wanna lick it?" It was Gerard. Gone was all that cocky bravado from before, replaced now with the same level of anxiety as I had. It was cute to see him look so nervous, blushing terribly behind the mane which now hung across his eyes. We had our foreheads pressed together, muzzles resting alongside the others, his underneath mine. It was an intimate embrace, but I think we were both keen to move it on.

"Do you want me to?"

"Kinda..." And this was our dirty talk, our barbs and quips that lacked any sting. It was as good as we were gonna get and I was ready just to take what I could. I smiled and nodded, hoping to put him at ease as he pushed on one of his shoulders. He got the message and laid back, his mane sprawled out in a tangled array of creamy white and his soft eyes looking up to mine. I scooted a little forwards, hunching over my chest as I reached a paws forwards, grasping the fleshy base of his sloping cock. It felt warm, uncharacteristically soft but still it pumped with blood. It might have been the nerves that had left us limping slightly, but I was losing my apprehension. It was intoxicating, finally having another man to pleasure instead of a needy girl. The atmosphere felt totally different and I'd honestly say I was enjoying it.

I approached that dribbling eye with moistened lips. Still my throat was dry, but we had to start somewhere. The crown of his dick seemed perhaps too large to take, though it wouldn't stop me trying. I first just tried a wary lick, lapping my rough tongue just against the flat of his head. It was salty, unsurprisingly, but heavy and thick. It was more potent than I'd expected, leaving a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Not a taste I hated, but one that certainly made its presence known, even to the point where it wouldn't shift. I went in for a second licking, longer this time around and starting from the base. I travelled upwards, eyes opening to watch the horse shudder and lean his head back. His paws were bundling themselves up in the sheets. A small fire inside me burnt intensely as I thought I was giving him such bliss, that my first time with another male's cock and already I was far surpassing any women he'd ever had between his legs. When I reached his tip, I swirled my tongue about the coarse edges of his flare which, whilst not to its fullest size yet, had me pinning my ears back in fear of when it'd be my turn to present my ass to him for a returned favour.

Deciding it was best not to linger any longer, I bit the bullet and opened my jaw wide, sealing my lips now around his head and began to lower himself upon his shaft. The sensation was odd, like attempting not to suck a sausage like any cheap analogy might be, but it was more a rubbery, hot texture that seemed to fill every sense of me until all I could focus upon was what occupied my maw. I gagged when I got to a certain point, around about where my lips delicately toyed along his medial ring, having reached my limit as to what I could take reasonably. Anymore and I'd be gagging over his dick, so unless he was into that kind of thing, I just eased myself up and down what I could. I had to say, it was pretty enjoyable. It was a novel feeling, having the warm fleshy member slide in and out of my muzzle, but I could grow to love it. Oddly it felt soothing, very intimate as I felt Gerard's paw brush through the fur on the back of my head. It wasn't a possessive or domineering gesture, but just one of closeness. I felt his fingertips smooth through my fur as his thumb stroked along one ear, all the while he had me bobbing on his lap. Technique I guess wasn't an issue. We would have both been terrible at sucking a man's dick the first time, but I think it was more the idea it was each other who'd be doing it as our first gay experience. It was a tenderness he conveyed in those simple ear-strokes that had me blushing pretty damn hard.

"Dwayne, let me have a go."

I looked up to see him beckoning me, pointing for me to turn around. I realised he wanted to sixty-nine this, that I was to continue my sucking whilst he had a go on me. Now don't get me wrong, I'd done it before with plenty of girls - I wasn't one to shy away from getting my face between a lady's legs - but it usually involved my tongue eventually going in to something. In this case, something would be going into me whilst I had my pecker swallowed.

I shifted over as best I could, moving one leg aside to expose my junk as we moved to both lie on our sides. As I made another attempt at getting him in all in one, I felt cold, wet lips enclose around me. I was completely used to having girls go down on me, but it really was true from what people said who'd been straight then gone to bat for the other team; the feeling was remarkable. I'm not just saying it felt better in some minute way, but the whole sensation was a great deal more rewarding. Every girl I'd been with so far had been an amateur to giving head. They always assumed it was a race to get everything all in at once, that us guys took pleasure from having something simply wrapped around our meat, but I had so far to date appreciated a nice, slow oral session. Gerard was an exception to all those other girls. He took his time, those soft lips sliding down my shaft like a silk glove, a tongue ever so elegantly cupping my cock and moving at a pace entirely different. There were no teeth grating along my sensitive skin, no rush of impatience as though the horse wanted my member out of his muzzle as soon as, it was simply exquisite. Normally I'd never be as flattering with my comments on people I've slept with, but for some reason his oral skills were divine. I felt myself shuddering just as his lips made contact with my bloated knot, resisting an urge to just hump away at his mouth and waste a good blowjob. As I bobbed along his cock, taking in the thickening member with practically no grace, he was savouring mine with the most languid of sucks. One of his paws went to cup my balls and massaged them upon his palm, whilst the other held onto my dick, encircling two fingers just beneath the knot to heighten my need to that climatic high. I could sense that he didn't want me to cum, but if he kept it up for too long I might just have shot down his throat - for I must have surely been stuffed down his neck by now for what he was taking. Part of me was certain he was no stranger to this, but I couldn't have been sure.

I mumbled and grunted into his cock as he suckled on mine. It was hard to focus between the two. On one end, I was trying not to fire off too soon, attempting to hold onto this amazing blow whilst up at my head I couldn't ignore the strain my jaw was screaming in protest of. His manhood was huge, typical of his horse genes, and part of me couldn't wait until it would be my turn to be on the receiving end for a change. But I was to fuck him: that was the deal. Nor was I particularly ready to be spreading my cheeks for any male either. For him, I'd certainly do it, but I'm not sure I'd be comfortable with some other man who I had no connection to. Still, as his mammoth of a dick occupied every nook of my muzzle, I couldn't help but quail again in thought of it taking up a much more intimate and sordid home in my ass.

Disappointingly, I felt Gerard pull himself off of my lap. I will admit, I did whine a little to myself - whether he heard it or not, I'll never know as he said nothing about it. Instead he looked to me, with pre-smeared lips and a lusty glaze to his eyes, and said,

"Fuck me Dwayne, please..."

I was a sucker for needy bitches. It was odd to think of my best friend like that, as a 'bitch', but right now the name fitted him down to the letter. He was desperate, clearly horny with nowhere to go but onwards. Boy did it feel good to see him like that, all because of me and my body, to have him wanting it so badly. I could have hardly have said no, but I wasn't about to risk spreading any disease. I cared for him too much to do that, given all the women we had fucked in the past,

"You got any rubbers?"

I got a single nod, and a finger pointing back to the night stand. I reached over and shuffled myself into a sitting position, my back against his headboard whilst I rummaged through a top draw. He had never been a prude, so my paw instantly fell upon a foil packet. As I pulled it out, I had thought it'd be a generic 'one-size-fits-all' condom from Omnitech's 'After Dark' range, but no, it was a canine specific brand. Same company, but there emblazoned on its front was a silhouette of a dog's head, pointed ears, angular face and all; Gerard had prepared for this. It hadn't been some spontaneous, spur of the moment thing, he'd arranged for this. There had to be about half of a dozen of those things in the draw alone, alongside a generously sized bottle of E-Z Glide lube. I looked across to him, but all he just shrugged his shoulders and brush his mane out of his eyes as though nothing were the matter. I wasn't about to string him up on it, but I'd have to talk to him about it after.

I tore open the packet and slipped the condom out into my paw, the material having that grainy sticky quality to it. I could smell the scent of lube already, even before the stallion had reached across my lap and grabbed the bottle from the draw. His feathering glanced along my cock head which sent a shiver down me, but I ignored it. I'd soon have the whole thing swallowing my dick in his pert ass. I rolled the thin sheath over my member, the elastic ring expanding nicely as it slid over my knot with easy, giving me that skin-tight feel as it hugged my shaft from all sides. As I did so, I watched Gerard lube up his pony ass, the wet squelches already filling the air as he fingered himself with expert precision. I was more than sure now he'd been readying himself for something like this. Perhaps not with another guy, but with a toy or something at the very least; maybe he'd borrowed a previous girlfriend's toy or they'd left it at his by mistake and he'd gotten curious. It might explain his sudden tenacious and insatiable craving for my cock.

He handed me the bottle once he was certain he'd got a large enough amount slopped between his cheeks. The smell was much more pronounced now, unmistakable as it hung in the air. My nose twitched as I inhaled, wondering how he'd get the stench out when his parents got back. But my mind reeled back to the matters at paw when he pushed my shoulders back, making me lie back further against the bed as he sat just against my thighs. My prick stood proudly up, sheathed in a condom and dripping with a dollop of lube as I stroked myself in one grip. His member had since lost a little hardness, maybe as the nerves were getting to him, but he seemed more than wanting. As he stood up on his knees, creeping forwards so that my head was positioned at his cleft, his eyes glossed over and mouth hung open. Then he lowered himself, and I could do nothing but lie back and watch, paws stroking along his powerful thighs, as my best friend fucked himself onto my meat. Countless of times I'd seen a girl wiggle her way onto my lap, moaning and whimpering all the while, but to see the guy I'd grown up with and shared beers with look so damned horny as his ass spread about my cock, I couldn't help but feel dirty. The good kind of dirty - the kind of dirty that makes you want to do all sorts of kinky and fucked up things until you collapse from sheer exhaustion. The kind of dirty things that go on behind the doors of Event Horizon, somewhere I figured we'd end up going someday. Never did it occur to me though we'd be going as a couple than wingmen.

I could feel his hole resist. I was no stranger to anal - I'd been with a few chicks that were willing to let me take the dirt road - but I'd never taken a virgin before. Not anally, at least. It felt good, impossibly tight mind, but the way his body hugged my cock was astonishing. I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat through that ring of muscle, the ever so slight tightening and shuddering from inside him. He couldn't go very fast, that much I had to say, but he was taking it so well. Each time he struggled a little farther onto me, I sensed a small twitch in his gut inside, a cute little moan escaping his lips. I might be no horse, but I knew I packed a good sized punch that'd have anyone whimpering on their first time. What I lacked in length, I made up for in girth, and for a moment I worried myself that I might have been too big for him, as much as it saddened me. But he charged on, as though he himself wanted this more than I did. I gave him the reassuring pats and strokes along his legs, making sure to squeeze him in comfort as he gripped the headboard over me, his face scrunched up in agonised pleasure. I was forced to lay back and enjoy what had to be the hottest fuck of my life whilst he panted in shallow breaths. It was so warm, and as it slipped deeper still his walls caressed my sheathed member. I'd have to get the pair of us tested soon, as I couldn't wait to feel him with raw flesh. For now though, I could continue to feel every sensation as his velvet insides glided along my thick cock. He must have been nearing the halfway point where he got bold. He let himself lurch down an inch or two - by that point my cock had graduated off to a smooth straight, but it must have still hurt. He gasped and grunted, stallion dick bouncing in front of me, as pre was practically oozing from the head. I must have tapped against his prostate, so while he rested for a moment I rocked him on my lap a little, letting my tip graze along his inner spot to milk a little more juice for myself. I grabbed the bobbing cock and brought it to my mouth, straining somewhat to reach, but sure enough I could just about wrap my lips around the flare and suckle away on the pre. It made him moan so sweetly like any other bitch I'd screwed, and it must have spurred him on as no sooner had I began my little teasing oral had it stuffed another inch or two before I'd reacted. His hole must have been on fire, but still he bore on, lowering himself the final stretch until, finally with much adulation on both parts, his rump fell flush with my bulbous knot. I feared it might have been too much for him today, though it would have been nice to tie the bitch's ass properly for our first time.

We stopped for a short while, catching our breaths as somehow the whole ordeal had taken its toll on me, and I wasn't the one with a canine dick shoved up my hole. Gerard was taking it surprisingly well. I was proud that the horse was being such a trooper and wasn't giving an ounce of complaint. Of course, he was in total control; we both might have had our dominant streaks, but considering the situation I was more than happy to take the backseat this time and let him do all the work. It was probably safer that way too. I rubbed along his calves as he sat on my crotch, my knot pressing hard against his hole but refused to go in. His cock was going haywire as it shook and strained whilst he sat there for a moment, simply waiting to continue. He did stroke himself a little, but I believed he was more preoccupied with the cock in his rump than with getting himself off, unless the former led to the latter.

He gritted his teeth and sucked a deep breath in, leaning back as he slowly rose back up. I felt his rim suck and cling along my cock as it lifted back up, but the lube and pre made for a slick exit. No sooner had he buried himself on me had he pulled back out to just the head. Then he went back down, sliding with a faster speed than his slow entry before, my cock quaking as it was greeted with moist warmth again of an enveloping hole. I could only grunt and moan out in bliss as Gerard impaled himself on me, giving me even better service with his ass than he did with his mouth. Though his hole lacked a tongue, he certainly made up for it in overwhelming tightness that practically massaged my dick as though it were moulding a sausage. A crude comparison, but it was uncanny, and Gerard had such a beautiful ass. As much as I longed to feel him enter me, I would have willingly held him down and claimed that ass over and over. His thrusts were long and fast, quite adept for someone who'd never taken the real thing before today, but I couldn't have complained. I was too busy groaning into the room to be bothered about that, though I wouldn't have anyway. It was better than any girl - that was for sure. I was even beginning to question why I hadn't done this sooner. Surely it couldn't have just been his behind that was this tight and this hot to make me whine like a puppy.

He was really throwing his weight down now against my groin. I could sense he wanted to take the knot, though my orgasm was building, like a slow gradual climb up a steep hill. I couldn't be sure how long it'd take me until there was no going back, but I wasn't sure he'd be able to take the knot once I'd cum. I swelled to an impossible size when I did; if he hadn't tied me before then, he wasn't going to today. But his face seemed determined, his body sweating in such a sweet shine, as he really pushed himself to the limit. Each time I could feel him ride me a little harder, going a little deeper, but he was feeling the wear of it all, I could sense that. He didn't appear to be anywhere near a climax, though he seemed deliriously pleased with himself. I wanted him to tie with me, but I didn't want to tear him in two and cause some lasting damage. It would have been hot and all, but I wasn't ready to hurt him.

I was ready to blow though. Through panicked and wheezing grunts, I tried to let him know, but I must have been too beyond the point of competence as all that came out were garbled moans. Though through the fog of unending pleasure, I felt him shake suddenly, slamming down hard against me, and then a slick slurp engulfed my entire member. The ring squeezed tight around the base of my knot as Gerard took the bulging ball of flesh, whinnying loudly as he forced the cum out of him. I had no idea he was that close, but knotting him seemed to do the trick as my face and chest were sprayed with what felt like a gallon of horse cream. It painted my upper body in sticky white gloop, dripping from my muzzle and trickling across the contours of my torso. It was too much, I had to seed this bitch badly, and the pulsing rim about my cock was impossible to bear. I grabbed his waist and thrust upwards, pulling him into me as he carried on moaning and shouting aloud, humping as deep as I could until I could feel my balls surge. The cum erupted into the condom but swirled around my meat, a heavy dose of canine spooge trapped in the plastic sheath, though I'm sure the pony enjoyed the throbs of me inside him. My knot swelled and filled out to lock with him, tying his rump to my crotch and sealing him there for a good hour. The heat must have been intense as well, as I could feel it rushing against my shaft and swimming around me, leaving me with that wet, sticky sensation buried in his gut. Gerard was left panting, his own member still spurting the odd shot of cum across me whilst I lapped it up, maintaining eye contact with his tired, happy gaze as I would literally scoop up his deposit and lick it up from my paws. It was rich and potent, practically smothering every crevice of my muzzle, but I didn't stop until most of it had gone, leaving both of us wet, sweating messes. Our breathing and heartbeats calmed down, lowering from the mighty high we'd risen to, and Gerard lowered himself onto me so that he lay across my cum-splattered chest, uncaring for any cleanliness as his mane was made bedraggled and his fur stained. We lay there, simply embracing one another whilst we waited for my boner to calm down, all the while I could only think of sheathing my dick up again. There had to be at least five more condoms in his draw and we had plenty of time to make up for.