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The water felt so good, I almost didn't want to come in from the ocean. But my bladder had other things on its mind.

"Darling...can you get me a mineral water if you are heading in? There's a good colt..."

My mum looked up from her copy of Women's Weekly long enough to point her sunglasses in my direction. Under the floppy hat that she had somehow perched on her head and reading that magazine, she managed to look bored and almost relaxed, but if I knew my mum, she was still running at a hundred miles an hour. I had caught her checking her phone when she thought I wasn't looking.

This had been meant to be our time, when we could talk, as well as a holiday for my 17th Birthday. That was the deal; somehow she never seemed to be up for it though, even here at this holiday paradise with the sand and the sea and a sky so blue you could swear it was painted. I was nothing compared to her phone it seemed, all those important emails. That I might have no idea what to say to her if she asked was something I tried to ignore while I cultivated my anger.

All the time since she had moved us up to Sydney since Dad left we hadn't talked and she had thrown herself more intensely into work than ever before. I don't think she even noticed Dad fucking our neighbour for a year before the end. Even his sudden purchase of a Jag convertible and the way he dyed the grey out of his mane didn't register for The CEO. Sometimes I wondered if he was trying to get caught.

CEO...what the fuck was that anyway? Completely Extraneous Object?

_"_Oh and...get yourself a gelati or something while you are up...and remember, I prefer Perrier, but if they don't have Perrier, I will take Santa Vittoria, and if they..."

I held up my hand but didn't look at her. Why bother...she would be looking at the screen anyway."Mum, I remember..."

I fucking hated gelati...but as usual she had forgotten.

Grinding my teeth, I trotted away from the beach. It wasn't the beach's fault I was in this mood, that was for sure. It was pretty good after all; I had never been to Noosa before, but the sun felt amazing, the water was warm, the waves crashed over me just nicely enough to promise of some decent surf nearby just round the point, and the eye candy was something special.

I headed for the toilets under the big sandstone building on Hastings street with the change rooms and showers. As I trotted along the boardwalk, I casually eyed up the guy I had been admiring from the water.

A canine, nice and bulky, a Shepherd, maybe early 20's. His bulge was impressive, as were his pecs, and he had a tuft of coarse fur between his pecs that had gone all curly from the water and from him sweating in the sun. He had a fawning girlfriend though, and they lounged together on the sand with matching towels all pastel pink and blue and she ran a fingertip amongst those curls.

I stopped suddenly, watching them, grinding my teeth at the gesture. I knew it was stupid, and he didn't even know I existed, but somehow I was jealous; and the knowledge of just how fucking stupid I was being made me even angrier.

I let out a whinny, and averted my eyes just in time. The guy had probably realised someone was looking, but I managed to avoid detection behind the dark lenses of my Raybans. A gift from Dad, one of the many guilt gifts as I called them. They had saved me a few times this holiday, while I perved it up on the beach. The dog scowled and watched me go, but he didn't get up. I gave a sigh and mentally fixed the sight of his bulge in my mind. When the girl next to him stroked his chest I caught sight of his cocktip just poking against his boardshorts over the waistband of his jocks. Magic.

I took the glasses off when I entered the dark confines of the changing rooms. They were an early present, but I liked them a lot. It was like some sort of weird magical home shopping network that year; I would wait after school and watch Dad come out of the next door house with his mane all ruffled and his suit all dishevelled and a stupid grin on his muzzle and wait for him to come in the door and hit him with the big brown colt eyes all sad and mention how Mum always seemed upset with things these days and took it out on me and casually turn the conversation round to something I might really like.

I managed sunglasses, a mountain bike, iPad, season tickets to the football, a skiing holiday with my best mate plus all the ski gear, an iPhone, pro quality tennis racket, and a fucktonne of clothes. I was working on a car when Mum caught them and he moved out and our world ended upside down.

Somewhere inside I knew it was a bad sign that I mostly regretted missing out on the car.

There was a sign up saying that access to the main toilet area was off limits while there was maintenance done. I knew I had to go bad though, real bad. The previous day I had used a stall in another part of the changerooms, near the showers. I had washed the sand out of my mane and then retreated into the quiet dark corner for a bit of personal time. I had precious few opportunities on this holiday for some quality time, and given my Mum's predilection for barging into my room in our holiday apartment without warning to share her latest wisdom with me, I hadn't had much of a chance to really enjoy myself.

Yesterday I had been a bit furtive, a bit torn between worry at being caught and hormones, but the first stroke on my colt cock and I knew I had to finish. The sudden ejaculation had caught me by surprise, and I had sprayed the wall big time. It took me half a roll of toilet paper to remove the evidence, and I caught an odd look from a guy as I came out of the stall. I could swear he gave me a big cheesy smile and stared at my groin but I was probably imagining things and letting my guilt take hold.

Still...once I had drained my bladder...there may be an opportunity to drain something else, and without the thought of my Mum seeing my junk...

I let my cock drop, admiring the length if not the width. I was the longest in my class, that much I was pretty sure of. We had a competition.

When we came up to Sydney, I had found my new school was something a bit different, and full of extroverts including a wild lesbian lioness who loved to push the envelope. She had managed to get the guys in my class into a good frame of mind at a party not long after I started, by the simple expedient of promising to give them a show with the class president, a hot as hell bisexual doe. All we had to do was let her check us all out while we jerked off watching them go at it.

It showed she had a better grasp of male sexuality than me that she knew it would work when I initially refused point blank. Jacking off with your mates was apparently ok, as long as it was while watching two girls get it on. Nothing straighter than that.

With enough beers onboard, most guys were able to be persuaded. I found it kind of fascinating, in a mechanical kind of way, but most of the guys loved it and were soon engaged in their own form of applause. I closed my eyes and fixed an image of the hottest guy in the class in my mind, a big gentle bull who played rugby and had an ass the size of a small country and all of it muscle. He had his bullcock at full mast and was stroking the pink glistening length nice and slow while he watched the girls. I closed my eyes and pretended he was watching me

"And we have a winner!"

I had opened my eyes in surprise and fear to see her looking at me while the doe ate out her snatch. She blew me a kiss and gave a smile.

"You're the biggest hun...or at least the longest. Nathan the Stud...always the horses, isn't it Vanessa?"

The doe had no comment. She was too busy. I took a furtive look around though, and sure enough, my pink and black mottled length had the rest beat, though a couple had me in thickness. One Doberman in particular...ahhh that knot...

I looked down at my length again in the toilet stall. Still impressive, though not as thick as that Dobie. I was getting thicker though, I knew because...well, fuck, we all measure it, don't we? An extra half inch circumference already this year. Fuck I was hot...

"Ohhh you're hot..."

I stopped a second, wondering if I had just voiced my own thoughts out loud. I realised though that the sound had been a sort of gasp, almost a sigh under someones breath, and it came from the stall next door.

Looking across, I realised something I had not seen yesterday. A small patch of plywood had been screwed onto the partition, but someone had loosened the screws. The plywood hung by a single point, no longer covering the same position, and it had revealed a sizable hole.

I caught a flash of movement, and then suddenly a fingertip.

I tried to retreat, such was the shock, but managed only to let out a whinny and shuffle my hooves slightly until I hit the wall on the opposite side. I eyed up the fingertip like it was a rattlesnake, but I was too frozen to move.

The voice came in a whisper.

"Shh...mate, don't be like that. I know what you're here for..."

My eyes darted round the cubicle, catching sight of something else I had missed. An inscription...

If you want your cock sucked, come here at...

And someone had scribbled in pencil todays date and a time...3:30 p.m .

I checked my watch...3:36.

Fuck!

I watched the finger trace the outline of the hole. A rough circle, nice and big, perfect for...well, perfect for its intended use. I could see his finger in more detail now, as my eyes got used to the light. It looked strong, and judging by the claw, he was a canine. A mental image of the Shepherd I had been ogling came to mind, and my cock gave an extra surge. I realised I had never let go, even as the stranger made his presence known. My hand was still wrapped round my length, and I gave it an experimental stroke as I imagined the Shep on the other side of that wall. I knew it wasn't him, but still...the thought made me hornier than I ever had been since...well, lets not go there.

"Mate, psst...horsey, I caught an eyeful of your cock from over here, through the hole. Don't worry..." I think he heard my gasp and my terrified whinny. He knew when to reassure, this one. "Don't worry, I haven't seen your face. Just that hot horsehood of yours...would you like me to take care of it?"

I hesitated. He seemed content to give me time, but I heard his tail thudding against the partition. He was on red alert, that much was obvious.

"I saw you jacking it...you want it, I know you want it..."

"W...what do I do?"

Well, it wasn't as if I was an expert in this stuff. Actually, I was a virgin, but there was no way I was letting this guy know that. It may freak him almost as much as I was freaking.

"Just put your cock through the hole and stand against the wall...I'll take care of the rest."

I waited, and shook like a leaf, and suddenly moved, my hooves scraping across the concrete. It took me a moment to get in position, as I was a tall equine and the stall was pretty cramped, but I managed it. I had to bend my knees a little, and grip the top of the partition hard to keep my balance, and I spread my hooves a bit to make it more comfortable. I had hold of my length, hesitating for a moment, but finally I pushed it all through the hole and flattened against the cold wood painted an industrial green. My coat bristled, and my mane twitched, as I waited for I knew not exactly what.

"Ohhh fuck mate. That is...the most beautiful cock I've ever seen."

I couldn't avoid a little nicker of pride then, and he reached out and gripped my length drawing an even louder nicker.

"Shhh...keep quiet mate. Don't want to get caught..."

I nodded, realising that was stupid as he couldn't see me, so I grunted in what I hoped he could understand as assent. He seemed to, and I felt the incredible feeling of someone else touching my cock for the first time.

I had wanted this for so long. I knew I was into guys pretty much as soon as I hit puberty and couldn't take my eyes off their cocks in the changerooms after football. But It took me a long time to admit it to myself, and I still hadn't got up the courage to do anything about it. Only once did I think I might, with my mate Blake. A happy go lucky wolf with a grin a mile wide and a compact muscled body I could dine out on for ages, I had the hots for him something terrible.

I had invited him skiing when Dad caved and paid for us, partly to get him in a frame of mind to try something on. Apres ski, sore thighs needing some careful massage...but I bottled it when the time came.

When I knew I was leaving for Sydney, I almost told him how I felt. Almost. The emotional explosion I let him see was enough to make him run for cover though, and he had mostly ignored my attempts to keep the friendship going. I still jacked off thinking about him naked though.

"Sooo fine..."

"Oh God!"

"Shhhh horsey...relax"

Thoughts of Blake came to mind now, and not the guy on the beach, as I felt careful paws on my horsehood. The guy was good, letting just his fingertips loose on me, and avoiding too much claw action. Just nice soft pads, tracing the circle of my flare. I always was sensitive there, and I couldn't help letting out a few whimpers as he enjoyed teasing me, stroking that circle of flesh and coaxing me to full erection.

"See...feels good doesn't it?"

"Ohhh God..."

Fucking hell it did.

His fingers strayed from my flare, but I had no complaints. He made a circle with his thumb and forefinger just below my flare and stroked, barely an inch up and down, barely touching. I felt my balls ache, and he let out a soft giggle and cupped them and I almost cried out feeling him hold my nuts.

Then he squeezed, gently, and I drew in a harsh breath and held it. When the squeezing felt good, way better than I expected, I let it out in a long hiss and he ran a fingertip down the underside of my cock, until he found my sheath.

"What's in here horsey..."

A finger wormed itself under the skin, spreading my sheathlips and caressing my shaft as he explored my secret places. I couldn't help myself pushing back, wanting him deeper and he giggled again and let his finger probe deep into my sheath. I felt him pull out a little disappointed, and heard a distinct slurping sound.

"Sooo tasty..."

I almost shot imagining him tasting my funky musk. I knew I tended to be a bit ripe down there, and I always made sure I washed well after footy training. I just hoped the ocean had made me a little less potent, but realised the canine seemed to enjoy it anyway. And then I felt hot breath on my tip.

"Now for the best part horsey..."

I whinnied, and then slapped a hand over my muzzle in embarrassment. I couldn't stop myself though, but at least it was muffled when I felt lips suddenly close just under my flare, and a tongue flick my urethra as his lips slid slowly down my shaft towards my medial and...

"Oh God??!?!?!"

I shot. One second I felt an incredible heat, and pleasure, and the next I was barely able to stand and I was pumping out a load. The guy didn't stop, his muzzle locked tight on my length and suckling gently as I unloaded my spunk and then stood there totally mortified and wanting the concrete to open up and yet I couldn't pull back. He had hold of my balls, firm but careful, and his muzzle sucked on my tip until I let out a whimper and a little plea for release because my cock had turned ultra sensitive as it did immediately after I came and the licking was unbearable.

"Wow...you needed that didn't you horsey..."

"I'm so sorry...so sorry...so sorry...please..."

"Shhh relax...that was hot. And I think you want more anyway..."

The hot breath was back, and this time it was on my scrotum. He huffed an ocean of heat onto my balls, and I whinnied again, and then his tongue lapped the underside of my balls, one at a time, and I was hard as a rock again and dripping, and he sucked each of them into his muzzle and I was in heaven.

Then he rested his lips against my flare, and waited.

"Think you can hold off a bit horsey?"

"I...I don't know..." I cursed myself a bit, realising I had given away my inexperience. He just laughed.

"Awww..sweet as well as sexy..."

His muzzle opened, and I waited, his hand still cupping my balls and stroking. I bucked my hips, seeking out that heat, but he laughed and held back until I was calm again. Then I felt his lips open up and slide down my shaft, going on so long, over the medial, until I felt a wet nose against my pubes and a tongue worming inside my sheathlips and I bucked my hips again and drove in to the hilt and felt my flare on his throat.

He squeezed my balls harder and I relented, realising I was being a bit rough, and he gave me an appreciative stroke on my nuts and began to give me an incredible blowjob. Slow, sensual, tongue and lips working on my flesh, and I screwed up my eyes and thought unsexy thoughts and tried desperately to make it last.

His fingers made that impossible though. No longer content to cup my dancing scrotum, he moved his paw to cup them firmly from underneath and slid fingers up behind my aching nuts. He tickled my taint, touching me places I had never been touched and never dared to touch myself. Slow, agonising touches on my skin, then a final movement and he found my pucker.

He didn't wait, didn't let me object, just pressed hard and I had a finger suddenly inside me, spreading my pucker and pressed against the skin of my ass, stretching my straining anus. I tried to pull back but he pushed forward and sank in to the hilt, pulling me against the hole again and skewering my virgin ass. Then he touched something inside me and a bit down on my hand and cried out.

I came, harder than the first time, my ass clenched on his finger and my cock spewing the biggest load in my life into his waiting muzzle. He slid a second finger into me just as I was coming back to Earth and I shot again, my cock jerking and twitching as my balls emptied so much they hurt.

As I rested against the partition, gasping for breath, I felt him still there, still deep in my ass. He moved real gently, almost caressing the inside of my ass, touching that spot again and making me see stars, and I was just about getting hard again when he suddenly pulled his fingers from me. He gave my balls a last stroke, and a last kiss, and then one on the head of my cock.

I finally fell backwards, and collapsed on the floor of the loo in a heap of equine. I caught a glimpse of red flip-flops on canine hindpaws with dark fur under the partition, a and a dark tail swishing against the concrete, and a dark shape through the hole.

"You ok mate?"

"Ahh...ahh....ahhh...."

He chuckled. "Well...thanks mate."

I heard the lock on his door move, and the door opened. I waited, still panting, wondering if he would knock on the toilet door, secretly hoping he would and fearing it as well, but instead, I heard his flip-flops scrape the concrete as he turned around and headed out with the characteristic thlip-thop...thip-thlop.

It took me a few minutes to regain some minimal composure. I could barely stand, my hooves seemed to be made of lead and my legs of jelly, but finally I managed to stand upright for a while and opened the door. There was nobody to be seen in the darkness, and I checked the next door cubicle. It was empty.

When I stumbled out into the light, my eyes couldn't take it. I slipped my sunglasses back on, thankful that they hid my eyes. They were probably looking a little mad, and I needed some way to collect my thoughts and my composure away from prying eyes. My cock ached though, even forced back into the confines of my board shorts. It refused to go down completely, the flare stubbornly poking beyond the lips of my sheath and bulging out the crotch. I needed to swim or something. Nice cold water may be the cure.

My mother of course was the fly in the ointment of my planning. I headed back to our towels, and dropped my glasses and prepared to head into the ocean again.

"Where is my Perrier?"

I stopped, one hoof in midair, and suddenly realised. I had totally forgotten, and there was no way Mum was letting it go.

"Typical, I always told your Father. Ungrateful, thoughtless colt, just like him...I suppose you spent all that time you were away stuffing your muzzle with icecream and totally forgot..."

"Mum!"

"...and here I was, expecting you to think of someone else for once..."

"Mum!"

"...I should have known better, you always were just like him and...Nathan! Nathan, don't you dare..."

I had enough, whatever the consequences. Head down, ears flat, tail swishing, I stormed across the sand. Mum had managed the impossible at least, and my erection had completely subsided, but that was the least of my worries. I needed space, booze, something, anything. Mostly, I needed to not be here.

"Oooof! Watch out you clumsy..."

I hit the sand in an untidy heap, and came up spluttering sand with my mane over my eyes. It took me a second to focus, and when I did, I had to blink. More than once. And then I stared.

"Nath!"

The lump I had tripped over in my anguished trot across the sand was a familiar one. A wolf I knew well, or at least had.

"Blake."

I didn't know if I was more shocked than him. His expression was one of total amazement, and I am sure mine wasn't much better.

I threw myself at him, holding him in a hug. He didn't hug back, but he didn't push me away either. Eventually though he did manage to untangle himself from an emotionally unbalanced equine, and looked me over with an appraising eye.

"Shit mate, you are looking good. Been working out?"

"Yeah, I guess. Rugby up here, and I suck at it, but I try and..."

I stopped dead, in a frozen moment of shock. I was staring at the ground, as I tended to do unless I was running in which case I looked at the sky. Facing someone though, and especially the guy I still held a torch for, I managed to study my hooves, the sand, his towel in minute detail. And his paws.

He was wearing a pair of red flip-flops, Havaianas, on his dark furred paws. Familiar flip-flops.

I fell backwards a bit, suddenly unable to make anything make sense.

Blake...I mean...Blake???

"So what are you doing here?"

"Ahh...Blake...um...holiday with Mum and...ahh..Blake?"

"Yeah?"

"Were you just...um...I mean...do you...I mean..."

"What's wrong mate?"

Well that was a question wasn't it. How could I ask...how could I not ask? Thoughts of us came again...ones that made my cock stir, and my heart.

"Hello! Who is this?"

Blake seemed to brighten, and he turned towards our new companion. I caught sight of another wolf, dark furred like Blake, but with some grey in his fur. He had broad shoulders, a bit of a muscle gut, and baggy boardshorts.

And a pair of matching red flip-flops, identical to my friend's.

"Gary! This is my friend Nathan...I told you all about him, remember? Nath, this is Gary, my uncle! He invited me up to have a holiday in Noosa, he lives here. Lucky bastard!"

The big wolf gave my mate a playful slap on the ass and beamed at me. His eyes twinkled as he held out a big paw.

"Pleased to meet you horsey!"

As he spoke, a shudder went through me. I reached out to take his paw, even as my eyes widened and I could only whisper.

"Oh God!"

His eyes suddenly widened too, as he heard my voice. We stood there, fixed in time, our eyes saying everything and nothing.

"Nathan! Nathan, you rude colt, stay right there!"

Mum came up, panting with exertion, and stood looking like a stormcloud staring at us. She fixed Gary in her eyes, and her demeanour changed subtly. My Mum liked her wolves...and as I watched a little disgusted and a little appalled, she almost simpered.

"Nathan, are you going to introduce us?"

I looked at Mum. I looked at the wolf, noticing his cock against the fabric of his shorts. I looked back at Mum, and noticed her noticing...and enjoying.

"I'm going for a swim!"

"Nathan!"

The water felt good again. I should never have come in from the ocean clearly. Maybe I was destined to be a Kelpie.

My thoughts were interrupted by a splash, and I looked over to see my mate grinning as he sent another tidalwave of sea water over me.

"Your Mum..."

"No comment."

"Missed you mate."

"Missed you too..."

He hugged me, standing in the shallows, and I melted into his embrace. As we held though, I looked back to the beach. Mum was still there, talking about herself presumably, but I caught a look from Gary. A heated one...and my mane tingled.

"Welcome to Noosa Nath!'"

I dived under the water. I didn't think I would know what to do once I surfaced, but it couldn't hurt to try.