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I remembered the feel of the breeze on my muzzle. That and the sound of the ocean. The waves roared as the onshore wind built and the breakers sounded like the freeway in peak hour, with the occasional cry of a gull like a horn blaring.

It was overwhelming then. Now, it seemed almost tame by comparison. Such were the limitations of adult imagination and experience, compared to youthful enthusiasm.

"Hmpf...not much of a beach. Never knew what you saw in this place."

My beloved had to ruin the moment, as always. Or remind me of my own misgivings. Not a romantic bone in his body, my wolf. I ignored him and just drank in the scents of ozone and seaweed.

"Come on Dave, this is beautiful. Can't you smell it?"

My wolf just snorted again and dropped to his towel. He didn't like the beach, and the sand seemed to offend him. He brushed at his shaggy coat, determined to get every last grain out it seemed. I fell to my own towel with a sigh and concentrated on the waves.

A young surfer was moving in the break, a chestnut streak against the churning white. He had a streak of red too, his board shorts vivid beacon in the waves. I watched his casual grace with envy and nostalgia, and a grin spread over my muzzle.

"Why are you in such a good mood? We could have gone to Paris for our ten year anniversary, instead you bring me here. What gives?" my gruff wolf seemed put out. I was determined to be mysterious for now.

"Remembering...that's all..."

"Hrumpf."

I tried not to let him see me grimace. Ahhh memory, you could be such a two edged sword, couldn't you.

*****

The breeze kissed my face, a strong onshore wind whipping my headfur. I tried to look nonchalant, at ease with my surroundings, but a gawky city cat never would look at home on the beach. Especially with my mother beside me fussing over me.

"Now, swim between the flags Mikey, and don't swim for half an hour after eating, and watch your paws on those rocks..."

"Yes Mum..."

"Don't you 'Yes Mum' me young kitten! I have a mind to take us back to the city if you are going to be like that..."

I groaned internally and flopped down on my towel and let the ocean take me, experientially if not physically. The scent, the sound, the sight was enough for now. My mother droned on with warnings and exhortations and I tuned her out, pulling my flash sunnies over my face and lying back propped on my elbows to watch.

I soon found my gaze drawn inexorably to him. It was hard not to, he had a magnetic quality about him, even from a distance. A shimmering streak of grey fur, head up, ears back, tail held high, arms out and fingers pointed like a ballet dancer. A colt, with dappled grey fur and a pink and grey checked pair of boardshorts, surfing like a demon.

As I watched he sped across the face of the wave at incredible speed, ignoring the dangers, oblivious to the curling crest as the wave broke around him. He was invulnerable, and beautiful, his mane streaming behind as he suddenly cut back inside and shot over the crest into oblivion.

There was a tumble of colt, then his board followed him, attached as it was by a legrope, and I feared for the worst, a little feline meowl of worry escaping before I saw his head pop up. He tossed his mane from side to side to clear his head, ears flicking, and he grabbed the board. I thought I saw his eyes catch me from the distance, and a flicker of deepest blue, before he hauled himself onto the board and paddled away again. I caught a view of his perfect mounds outlined in wet boardshorts as he went, his tail flicking side to side like a rudder.

It took all my control not to grip my cock right there and then through my shorts. As it was I had a nicely obvious tent, and I had to put my mother's hat over it otherwise the whole fucking beach would have known I had popped wood. And that would be even more embarrassing than watching me try to swim.

I didn't realise time had passed, except the sun was now lower in the sky and the gulls fought ever more violently for chips and suddenly he was there, the colt, trotting across the sand with water streaming off his perfect coat. He stopped next to us, gathering his breath, and turned to give me a wink.

"Enjoy the show..."

"Um...yeah...you were...um..." I had become even more tongue tied than normal, and that was saying something.

"Do you surf?"

"Ahh...no thanks, I'm...not any good and all..."

He seemed to shrug, and dried his coat with a towel. I watched the easy flow of muscles under his coat and bit my lips to stop myself crying out in need. He was so beautiful.

My colt, well I could dream right? My colt sat cross legged on his towel, one hoof pointing towards me, and watched the ocean.

"Like the sea mate?"

"Yeah...beautiful but...ferocious."

"The best things are mate. The best things are." He turned and gave me a big toothy grin and both barrels of that deep blue stare. Like the ocean; and roughly as terrifying.

"I wouldn't know..." I demurred.

"Pity...I think you could like it mate. If I'm right about you."

His gaze travelled over me like the summer heat, and I felt it, every inch. My fur pricked, my whiskers twitched, and my tail shook like it did when I was nervous. Butterflies had taken up residence in my tummy, and multiplied. But I also felt immortal; bathing in the heat of his gaze, and his approval, an unfamiliar sensation of belonging.

Still, I wanted to play it cool.

"So when...ahh...when is the best time of day for...like, surfing..."

"Well, sunrise and sunset are the best for surfing usually. But my favourite time of day on the beach is 2 a.m."

Now that surprised me.

"2 a.m.??"

"Yeah. Nobody around. You can really enjoy...and Campbell's cove is best of all."

"Where's that?"

"Two bays around to the West...that way, down the beach. Nice and secluded. You have the world to yourself."

And he gave me that smile again, and I meowled like a little kid.

*****

The moon was a silver mass hanging in the sky. I was grateful for it, otherwise I would probably have tripped over and killed myself picking my way along the path along the headland. I found the stairs, I had scouted them that afternoon while my mum was in town getting a manicure, and I managed to find my way to the beach thanks to the silver light above.

It reflected off the breaking waves, the white foam of the breakers turned silver in the moonlight. They were even more beautiful than during the day, and no sounds disturbed the spectacle. Just the solitude, and the roar of the ocean. There were rocks out to sea, gleaming in the moonlight, and the occasional noise like a bark.

"Hey kitty. Didn't think you would come..."

Emerging from the darkness of the cliff edge, I saw the colt. The moonlight picked out his eyes, glinting eerily, and his teeth grinning wide. He was wearing a t-shirt now, and the boardshorts were new, green and black, otherwise he looked as he had that afternoon. Even in the moonlight he was beautiful. Stunning even.

"Whats the...the noise.."

"Seals."

A gust of sea breeze brought me his scent. Hay, deodorant, salt, musk. The musk hit me like a tidalwave, and I was foundering as surely as I would have if I had been so unwise as to try to swim.

"Well...I did. Come, that is..." Not my most erudite, but at 2 a.m. on a deserted beach in the presence of an equine Adonis erudite would have been wasted. I blushed at the unintentional pun, though in truth I hadn't yet. I gripped my cock that night and jacked to the brink and then stopped, somehow wanting to hold it all in for him. Instead I was wound up like a top and ready to burst.

He trotted up casually, as I stood and shook, and stopped a bare foot from me. His eyes danced, like my stomach.

"I saw you watching me today. Out there in the waves. And on the beach..."

"Uhhh..."

"It's ok. You are into guys. Like me."

It was a statement, not a question. I managed a nod and a swallow of fear, acutely aware that I was alone and vulnerable. If he was a homophobic shit and this was a setup I was so dead...

He stepped forward and I felt his muzzle on mine. Then lips, then tongue, then we were kissing, and I moaned, a deep moan that came all the way from my hindpaws and made my tail twitch. His tongue danced in my muzzle, thrusting, parrying, like a swordfight I was happy to lose. Then he plunged in for the killer blow and I melted in his arms.

He came up for air about the time I was about to pass out, steady hands on my shoulders to stop me falling.

"You're cute. I liked you the moment I saw you city cat..."

"You...from around here?"

"Yeah, this is home. A long way from anywhere, or anybody...like us..."

Ahhh, things made sense, of a sort. I didn't care though, as he kissed me again. I could take a lot of kissing, it seemed. I was learning the limits of my body, and finding they weren't there.

His hands roamed, over my back, over my ass, playing with my tail. I was too terrified to reciprocate at first, until he reached under the hem of my sweatshirt and pulled it awkwardly over my head and I was suddenly naked from the waist up and the breeze tickled my fur and made my nipples hard and I shivered.

"Relax kitty..."

I tried, I really did, but his muzzle and his huffing breath made that impossible. Instead I shivered like a terrified kid as he kissed my neck, then my chest, then my nipples, then...

"Ahhhh!"

His hands found their way under the waistband of my boardshorts, and I felt a colt hand on my cock. I was hard, achingly hard, and his grip felt warm and so incredibly erotic. If he jacked I was going to...

"You're so hard...are you close?"

"Oh God...so close..."

"Don't want you going off too fast kitty...maybe you should have a go on me?"

I fumbled like an idiot. His t-shirt got caught on his muzzle and I pulled it off clumsily enough to make him grunt and look at me with a hurt look. The smile was back soon enough though, as I pulled at his boardshorts and managed to get them over his already hardening colt cock.

The moonlight glinted off something else beautiful now. I fell to my knees, worshipping it accidentally but appropriately. Pink, mottled, twitching in the breeze, it grew even as I stared, the flare pulsing as it spread, the wide open piss slit beckoning. His thigh muscles flexed as he shifted from hoof to hoof, and I rubbed slowly up his legs, enjoying the feel of his feathering and the opportunity to steady myself before the main event.

I couldn't wait forever though, and he rested his hand on the back of my head and gently but firmly drew me forward.

"Are you any good kitty?"

"Yeah..." well, I might be. I hadn't a clue.

"Awesome..."

He grinned and closed his eyes. I swallowed and bent to my task.

Balls first, I reasoned. Big, heavy, encased in smooth black leather. They danced as I touched them, and more as I stroked. Then I cupped them and squeezed, getting a whinny and a nicker of complaint.

"S...sorry..."

"Nah, I like that, but not until I'm on the boil..."

Keeping that to one side, I bent forward at his urging and stuck out my tongue. The first touch was like an electric shock, with the feel of his heat, the acrid taste of piss and precum, the overwhelming stench of teenage colt cock. It was like bathing in musk, and I opened my nostrils then regretted it, the powerful scent almost overwhelming.

His hands drew me closer though, and I licked, tentative, hoping he would like it. First the flare, then down the underside of his shaft until I felt the leather of his sheath. My hands gripped his thighs, feeling the muscles, remembering how they looked as he worked the surfboard in the sunlight. They felt amazing in my hands, and I rubbed up and down, rewarded with a nicker of pleasure and a widening grin. My muzzle opened, and I suckled his tip then let my lips slide down the fleshy length of his shaft.

I bobbed slowly, tongue swirling on his head, feeling the drip of precum turn to a torrent, and suddenly felt the terror again.

I sait back on my heels, panting, eyes wide, his cock there in front of me, his body now a study of tension. He was close, I could tell, his muscles flexed like they had been on the surfboard, not easy now though, but ready to spring into action. His chest rose and fell, and I watched it, the little tuft of coarser black hair between his pecs, the circle of finer hairs around each broad nipple, the way his abdominals fluttered. I counted them, trying not to see the spurt of clear liquid shoot from his opening or the way his balls drew up tight to his body.

"Ohhhh tease...nice kitty...you want it under your tail don't you..."

Another statement, not a question. He was good at that, and I was good at agreeing. I nodded, and swallowed.

Suddenly he was on the sand with me, and I was in his arms. He pulled down my boardshorts, then my briefs, and his muzzle found mine as his hand found my cock.

"I don't have any lube kitty...going to have to improvise..."

I had no idea what that meant, but it sounded like he knew what he was doing. And as he kissed his way down my body I didn't care, it felt so good. I couldn't believe how amazing it could feel to be touched like that, my chest, my belly, my bellybutton for fuck sake seemed an erogenous minefield that made me meowl in heat. Then he licked my cock and I was close to the brink.

Then he licked my balls...and then under my balls.

"Oh fuck..oh fuck...oh fuckkk!"

I came. My tailhole clenched, on that incredible colt tongue, as I felt my first rimming. My unruly cock betrayed me, but I didn't care. I was in heaven.

"Shit, that was quick...still, kind of handy..."

I looked at him, quizzical, as he ran fingertips through the puddle of cum on my belly. I watched him coat his fingers, then his straining colt cock with my spunk, amazed that such a thing could be, perfect and complete. Then I felt him grip my thighs and spread them and he knelt in front of me and he bent forward and his flare touched my hole.

"W...wait! Wait...umpfgh..."

He kissed me, lips on fire, and then I felt a new fire. My asshole felt like I was being impaled, and I cried out into his muzzle but it kept on and suddenly I felt heat inside me, overwhelming heat.

"Shhhh kitty...take it easy, stop fighting..."

I tried. But it hurt all the way in, and I was crying when he rested with that magnificent colthood buried to the hilt in my ass. He stroked my headfur then, nickering in my ear, nibbling, and I finally relaxed a little, though it still hurt as he pulled back, the flare scraping over sensitised flesh as my ass went into spasm and my paws curled in shock not pleasure.

He gripped my cock then, my poor soft cock.

"Shhh kitty...I'm sorry...let me make it feel good..."

His hand slid over sticky flesh, drawing me back from the brink, and towards the light. My groin burned afresh, my balls ached. And he moved, and it didn't hurt. It felt full, uncomfortable, but not painful. One long slow withdrawl, with his flare just barely inside me, then one long even slower entry, his biceps straining as he held himself over me unwilling to let his weight force the issue. He held himself back, taking me in tiny stages, and I melted under him like an icecream left of the beach in the sun.

The fire had relocated to my balls now, and my heart. I kissed him, hunger now overwhelming, as the sea breeze ruffled his mane and made my tail tingle, and his hips rose and fell writing to an ancient dance that never went out of style. I clenched, and he cried out, and I clenched again, and he whinnied, and then I bit his nipple and my paw wrapped in his mane and pulled him to my muzzle and I meowled into his kiss and he suddenly tensed.

"Fly little kitty...fly...fly...fly..."

I wanted to obey, but I wasn't there yet. He was...and I felt his body suddenly go rigid, the wild whinny echoing in my ears, and the burst of heat as his sum flooded my hole. He shuddered to a stop, panting, head next to mine, unable to speak, ears twitching and I nibbled them while his hand gripped my cock so hard I thought he might pull it off.

Suddenly he went rigid again, and his ears swivelled. With a flurry he pulled out and off, painfully, and I felt my poor ravished hole suddenly gaping and needy without it's cargo of horsecock.

His eyes were wide and full of fear.

"Quick, get dressed! Now!"

I hastened to obey, finding discarded clothing in the sand, pulling it on even though the rasping feel of sand in my jocks was agony, not to mention the scrape of fabric over a well fucked virgin tailhole.

He was sitting blamelessly next to me on the sand as a figure came into view, an old badger with a portly dog on a leash. The badger walked past slowly, stopping to wave.

"Evening Mister Porter..." the colt piped up, and the badger stopped to look. He blinked, a couple of times, and grinned slowly. The colt seemed to shrink.

"Evenin. Strange place and time for you two lads..."

"Just...enjoying the sea breeze Mister Porter. And showing a visitor the bay."

"Hmpf..."

The badger showed no sign of leaving. Instead, the colt turned to me and whispered.

"I have to go. Act casual, don't answer any questions."

He picked up his towel and headed up the stairs, and I watched him go. The badger let his dog off the leash, and began throwing a tennis ball along the beach. I watched them, feeling elated and deflated in equal measure.

I had reason to curse him violently the next day though. Back on the beach, ass still tingling and heart aflame, I saw my colt on the waves. I was content to wait for him, sure of myself for the first time in my life. But when he came back to the beach, it was a different story.

"Hi mate!"

"Err...hi..."

His coldness was matched by a frantic look toward the picnic tables on the grass by the beach. There was the badger, with his stupid fucking dog. And clearly my attentions were not welcome in the cold hard light of day.

I took it well, which is to say I retreated to the bedroom of our seaside cottage bawling my eyes out. My Mum took us off in a huff, returning to the city while I composed bad poetry about faithless colts, and there was no second 2 a.m. I reasoned that he would not have come, even if we stayed. I was good at rationalising, back then. And emo outbursts, and falling in love in a heartbeat, and fear. Mostly fear.

"What the fuck Michael? Have you lost your mind?"

It was 1:45, and I had woken my beloved with a kiss. The wolf didn't do nights, I knew, but I didn't care. I had needs.

"Shut up and come with me."

To his credit he pulled on his t-shirt and shorts and flip flops, sighing eloquently but otherwise not speaking. Our relationship was at its best sometimes in the silences, the quiet moments when you just felt beside you and felt the one you loved and looked over and smiled and knew you didn't have to speak. Speaking would have spoiled it; it just was.

I gripped his paw and led him along the path. It was just as I remembered it, fifteen years ago, and then moon glistened on the rocks out to sea making them look like giant silver pearls and the seals barked and the waves crashed and the air smelt of salt.

Down the stairs, recently repaired it looked, fresh planks of treated pine in the white sand. I ignored the sting of the occasional burr and reached the beach.

It was almost low tide, and the white sand gave way to a line of shells close to the water's edge, also as I remembered. And we were alone.

I put my towel on the sand, and watched the bulky wolf do a double take as I dropped my shorts, then my boxers, then lay back on the towel.

"Come and get me stud..."

"I repeat...have you lost your fucking mind?"

He was standing there, a bit lost, but I could see what I needed. His groin tented endearingly, my favourite look. Reliable, was my wolf. One of his many good qualities.

"I want you to fuck me, out here, on the beach, in the moonlight. I know you aren't one for romance, but dammit, do your duty wolf. Your kitty needs you..."

He seemed to shrug and suddenly broke into a grin. I watched him as he undressed, noting with approval that he seemed able to avoid the need to fold his clothes as they came off. My wolf had a bit of OCD about him, but that was kind of one of his good qualities too. One of us had to be neat, and I relied on him for that. But I also loved it that I had him intrigued enough to forget now. And his stare was pure fucking nuclear fire as he contemplated me, laid back and waiting, before he stepped forward to take me.

"I haven't got any lube or condoms or anything..."

I pressed a finger to his muzzle. "Improvise..."

His muzzle felt so good on my hole. I knew the feel of his tongue by now, my pucker would clench and spasm in anticipation when he laid me back for a rimming. He knew when to force his way inside too, the moment when my ring relaxed and he could take me easy. I cried out, feeling his wetness on me, inside me, the heat.

He lay on top of me, and I felt his tip on my hole. He pressed, and I relaxed as much as I could, and it began to enter, painful but good. He stopped, and leaned back, and dropped his muzzle to drip saliva on the junction of our bodies. It wasn't as good as cum, but I had a lot more experience than I did fifteen years ago, and an ass now well trained and flexible. And as hot as Dave's cock felt, it was no match for a horsehood, thank God.

Inside me, he waited, but not for long. His thrusts sped up, and I felt the tingle of pleasure as his skin slid over my prostate. I knew he wouldn't tie me though, not here, not without lube, and I knew it wouldn't come unless he did. I gripped his ass, my claws digging in painfully to try to get him to lose control, but alas my wolf wasn't one for losing control. Just the steady metronomic beat of his cock in my numb hole, and an ache so close to nirvana.

Ahhh well, needs must...

"Hey kitty...you looked hot on the beach...did you know I was jacking off in the water watching you?"

The colt's eyes twinkle as he holds me, and I feel his heat, the strong beat of his heart, the bulk of his body. And the slide of his cock over mine...

"I knew I had to have you again...after the first time..."

"Ohhh yesssss....please..."

"Do you want it kitty?"

"Hard! Fuck me...fuck me hard..."

He nickers, and I feel his tip on me, the heat, and his hand grips my shaft.

"You are so cute kitty...not like anyone here..."

His horsehood spears into me, and I cry out, cry cut off by his muzzle. The kiss goes on, long and sweet, like his entry, the playful rock of hips as he measures his length in my straining hole. Then the glorious feel of his heavy balls on my ass.

"Ready?"

"Ohhh yesssss..."

His muzzle on mine, kissing through the wild ride, his hips moving like a racehorse in full flight, his shaft pounding, pounding, pounding, his hand on my shaft, his voice in my ears...

"Fly little kitty...fly...fly...fly..."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

This time I obeyed, spraying my load across my chest and the chest of the wolf over me. I caught the smile in his eyes, and he pulled out, jacking his raw wolfcock, now able to stroke the knot just as he likes. I watched him lift his eyes to the moon and howl as he shot off over my chest and then collapsed over me, revelling in the delicious feel of slick fur on fur with our combined pleasure mingling between us and the roar of the waves and the sound of heavy breathing in my ears.

He laughed. Not one for mirth, my wolf, but he laughed.

"Never thought it could be that hot. Just the two of us, out here alone and yet..."

"Yeah Dave, just the two of us..."

And then I lost myself in giggles and hugged him tighter than ever.

Oh well...what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him...

I pushed him off me, ignoring his slightly hurt stare, and gave him a kiss. Then I stood, and padded off towards the ocean.

"What the fuck....Michael, seriously, have you lost your fucking mind? You hate the sea!"

"Beautiful but ferocious...but I'm told the best things always are."

And fear was for a teenage kitten finding his paws. Whereas this was for me. And if thoughts of teenage colts might help here and there, that was just as it should be.