Masculinity and Me
Masculinity is such a weird thing. It's so fragile! Say one thing about a guy's manliness and he will crack! It clouds a guy's judgement to the point where they will do anything to try and prove themselves.
And I mean anything.
They will do anything to try and prove that they are manlier then you, to the point that's its stupid! Now don't get me wrong, masculinity is not a bad thing! A lot of the guys I have dated and loved have been very masculine, I am just talking about those guys who take it too far.
Take my twentieth birthday for example.
It was me, my friend Shasha and my other pal Zach. We were in the club, I was a little tipsy, and we were having the time of our lives! I was in-between a very large Wolf and another Large Bull. I could feel both of them were getting very 'excited' with my small husky body between them.
I didn't mind the sandwich, was really hot having large boys after me. It may happen regularly but doesn't mean I don't enjoy it when it happens. That night would have gone a lot different if I didn't need to take a step outside that night.
I remember looking over at Zach, leaning against the wall having that large croc smirking down at him while he batted his tiger eyes at him. Giggling at whatever exactly it was he was saying. He really knew how to talk up any guy, make them feel funny and end up eating out of the palm of his paw. He was a natural.
Now Shasha, that bitch was difficult! That canine was gorgeous! Definition of beauty! She would always sit at the bar, and let all the other ladies try and get her a drink. But unless it was the girl she set her eyes on.
Shasha would always find the most attractive lady in the bar, and then spend the next couple hours batting her gorgeous poodle eyes in their direction.
Now when I called her a bitch, I meant that only in the literal sense. She was one of the loveliest and sweetest dogs I have ever met. She didn't have a mean bone in her body.
Now the Bull behind me, now he had a bone and it was being ground in all the right areas.
His large hoofs slide down my hips and pulled me that little more into his hips while my hips were swinging with the music. The canine in front of me taking the advantage to grind his own rocket into my chubbed up sheath.
"You got plans tonight stud?" The bull yelled over the loud techno music that the club was blasting through the speakers.
I giggled as leaned back into him, and yelling back.
"I don't know just yet." I teased, the Bulls lips spreading into an accepting smile. He knew he was going to have to try that little bit harder to get my legs up in his room. Even though he was already there.
"Maybe puppy here can join us." The Bull yelled out, looking up at the large black and white canine that smiled down at me sweetly, giving the Bull a knuckle bump ever so lamely.
"Give me your phone." I yelled to the bull, watching as the large bovine dove into his jeans and after a quick swipe and tap of the phone app, handed the large screen in my direction.
I smiled up at him with a flirtatious wink as I typed in my digits, giving my phone a quick ring. When my phone began to buzz, I added my number under 'butt pup'.
"I need some air," I yelled out, "I'll call you to come out in twenty." I shouted, the bulls eyes lighting up, smiling over at the wolf and then quickly adding, "Bring puppy." I said giving both large men a nice grope before I turned to the exit, rubbing my eye as I padded up the stairs and out into the city.
I took a deep breath as the cool air hit my white fur, smiling as the cool air crisped my lungs. I loved life at that moment. Loved the attention I was getting, loved the heat of the club, and the cold air brushing through my fur.
I took a second to breathe, and soak in the city life that was around me. The lights, the lack of stars, the heavy beat that I could still hear from outside.
Perfection.
I was just about to start looking around for a bathroom, when fate decided to intervene.
"You alright buddy?" The rather large (and not in the muscular way) German Sheppard asked me, a rough smile on his still rather attractive face.
"Yeah um," I said rubbing my eyes a little, "Just need a bathroom." I said with a sweet smile.
"Oh, well the toilets inside here are broke, but if you go just down that street there," He explained, pointing down to the right, "You'll see it on the end." He said with a helpful tune,
"Oh awesome," I said with a smile, "Thanks stud." I said giving him a small wink, giggling as the large dog blushed at my comment.
He wasn't my type by any means, but he was helpful to me so I thought I might boost his confidence a little.
As I walked, I began wondering if Zach was in the bathroom pleasuring that large croc or if Shasha was already on her way to the Leopards house she spotted when she came in.
She always did have an eye for felines, which I always found to be hilarious.
I walked down the street he said, walking down the middle of the road for no other reason then I wanted to. I took the time to look around the city, finding it amazing there was no cars even at two in the morning.
I sighed happily as I found the bathroom I needed, going into the stall and letting my skinny, mini jeans fall to my ankles for me to do my business.
Half way through, I heard the door to the bathroom being slammed open, and my god it surprised me. I actually jumped on the loo!
"Door isn't made of lead!" I called out,
"Fuck off." Came the reply, before I heard the guy moan and the sound of the urinal flooding. I just sighed once more before finishing up my business.
He was still going by the time I was walking out, and the large horse was just starting to shake.
Guess he had the same idea to see who had shouted to him, cause as the door opened the horses face scrunched up and he turned from me.
"Don't look faggot!" The bigot growled at me. I just huffed, making my way over to the sink and began to wash my paws. "Keep those eyes down." He huffed at me, looking at me while he was still standing at the urinal.
Seriously? Like seriously? I just let out an obnoxious laugh, looked right at him in the mirror.
"Mate, bigot ain't my type." I said bluntly, my paws still under the water. But even if he was an ass hole, I couldn't help but notice how hot the horse was. Nothing like the large bull I had waiting for me, but still really attractive.
His mane a dark red while his coat was a gorgeous dark coal black. I thought he looked heavenly, but it was such a shame about his personality.
"Keep those eyes away faggot." He snapped at me, "I know I got a nice piece but it aint for guys." He said so matter-of-factly. His eyes seemed to just be trying to stare me down like he would with any other guy.
Too bad for him that dominance just turns me on more and more.
"A nice piece?" I asked him, giving him a smile to say 'sure', before looking away and shaking my head, "four year olds probably have a nicer piece." I mumbled, making sure he was able to hear me.
"The fuck did you just say?" he yelled at me, his body turning that little bit giving me a little show of his soft equine length.
I just smirked, flicking my wet paws into the sink.
"I am just saying you have a cock inadequate to a four year old." I said with small smile, "nothing major."
"I'll show you inadequate," he said turning his body to show me his flaccid seven inches. The length was already quite thick, and the heads flare was already quiet prominent... I wanted it, and I wanted it now. "What do you think of that ya poof!" he said with way to much confidence.
"Its... nice?" I asked, looking at him with this false confusion.
"Nice?" he asked me, all offended and grouchy, "Cunt, this grows to thirteen inches. Bigger than anything you've taken." He spat at me, making me laugh quite so happily.
"Honey, you're the smallest I've seen," I lied, "You ain't got shit on the guys I've been with. All so more better then you. Manlier too." I added just to make him feel the sting.
"Isn't no faggot manlier then me!" He yelled at me, walking over to me with that member swinging as he did.
"Yeah well," I said, shrugging a little. "You're wrong." I said about to turn and walk away.
"Probably shit lays." He said, running on low with insults.
"Tch," I spat, "Better then you I'm certain of it." I said with attitude. That's all it took. This guy was so determined to prove himself that he snapped; and boy did he snap.
"That's it!" he growled, grabbing me by the arm and pulling me back towards the stall.
"What the fuck are you doin' man?" I asked him, pretending like I wanted to pull away but damn I was ready for anything right now. I was so turned on, and so ready for what he was about to do to me.
He slammed the door open, and threw me back onto the toilet. I landed and yelped as I landed on my tail wrong. "Man get out of the way." I growled at him, going to stand up again before he grabbed my head and pulled it down to his crotch.
"Oh no faggot," He growled, "I'm going to show you how a real man fucks you." He said, his flaccid member grinding up against my face. I winced as he gripped my head fur and really ground that musky cock and balls against my cheek.
"Get off me man!" I said, weakly pushing at his thighs, the horse just laughing.
"Open that fucking mouth and lick my balls bitch." He growled at me, gripping my head fur that little bit tighter,
"Wh-What?" I asked him, gently whimpering as I pretended to not see this coming.
"Lick my fucking balls bitch!" He yelled at me, really pushing my head into those massive hanging orbs that just made my maw water.
"O-Ok." I said softly, reaching my tongue out slowly to slide up against his balls.
"Yeah that's it faggot." He growled.
It took everything I had not to laugh! I was so close to pointing out he was making another guy lick his balls, but I knew if I opened my maw or played it wrong he was going to zip up and leave, or beat the shit out of me.
I whined out softly as my wet tongue slid over his balls, letting my muscle slide up, around, under, and behind his musky balls, watching as that large cock began to pulsate and react.
"Your throats going to be sore tomorrow bitch, you hear me?" He asked me, moaning as my tongue pulled one of his monster orbs into my maw to let me start sucking on. "Fuck yeah faggot." He grumbled, gripping my head fur tighter as his cock throbbed to nearly half way.
I remember closing my eyes as I sucked gently on the large organ, smiling internally as the horse was letting out pleasure filled groans and whinny's from just my mouth around his ball.
His hips were beginning to thrust his balls into my nose, getting me drunk off his musk and dominant manly smell.
"Other one." He instructed, pulling his testicle free with a loud pop. I was happy to oblige.
His right ball skin was now coated in a shiny layer of saliva, and knowing it was from me made it that much hotter. I leaned over and curled my tongue around the large ball, and scooped the stone into my awaiting and hungry maw.
"Fuck fag," he groaned, "you're not half fucking decent." He moaned,
'No shit' I thought to myself, my eyes closed while my tongue slid over every inch of his other ball, sucking on the skin and making sure his ball was drenched in my spit.
I wanted him to enjoy this, it was fuelling me to make him moan. To make this straight bigot enjoy another man's touch.
"You ready for the main course fag?" He growled at me, yanking his ball from my mouth and making me look up at that long thick horse cock.
I wanted to scream yes, to beg him to let me have it, but again if I was too eager there was a chance he would run.
"C'mon dude." I whined, "Just let me gouugg." I began, betting interrupted by the large flared head being pushed into my lips and down to the back of my throat. I put my paws up to his thighs, whimpering as he kept pushing at the back of my throat.
"Get it down slut!" He growled at me, with a hard push to my throat. I gaged heavy as he did, my body wasn't ready to be taking the large cock so soon! I needed time for deep throat, to get my throat used to the wide and thick head. It was a slow process, but this horse didn't understand that, nor did he seem to care. He just wanted me gagging on his monster, while he got all the pleasure.
I pushed harder against his thighs while his hips began humping into my maw. My tongue slid along the underside and around the head, trying to taste every inch he was pounding into me.
I was trying to enjoy this, trying to get my pleasure of his cock while he pounded roughly against my ever stretching throat. It was aching so badly and causing me to gag more than I ever had in my life. His flared head was stretching me more than I could take.
I heard him laugh as tears were beginning to run down my cheeks. He didn't slow down, he kept his grip on my hair and kept his thrusts hard.
"C'mon you stupid fag! Swallow it down!" He teased me, his cock throbbing in my maw as he did. Moaning from my tongue and lips suckling harshly away at his flared head. His pre flooding my maw with every couple of hard thrusts his hips pushed into me.
I clenched my eyes and gripped onto his jeans while I tried to get my gag in order. I tensed the back of my throat up, which caused all his pre cum to dribble out the sides of my maw with my saliva. My cheeks were drenched in seconds while he continued to assault my now saturated maw and throat; and you know? My cock had never been so hard!
I loved the dominance this guy was shoving into me, he was in control and there was nothing I could do about it. He wanted my throat and he was going to get it, even I knew that.
My maw was beginning to ache from the thick and round head the horse was pounding into me. I may have had sex with horses before, but they weren't ever this rough with me. They always let me take it at my own pace, but this guy's masculinity was at stake. He had to prove to this Fag he could fuck, and he was doing just that.
I had to move my jaw to try and get the ache out of my muscles, so I stupidly gave my jaw a quick roll, which gave him enough room for his cock head to pop past my throat.
"Yes Bitch!" He moaned out as his massive tool when down my gullet, until my nose was pressed right up against his crotch. "Fuck! No girl has taken all of me down!" he whinnied out while my eyes bulged out.
I tried with all my strength to push his cock out of my throat, but the horse had too much muscle on me. He held me there, humping into my throat with a tough grip on my head fur.
I was trying to tell him, making any noise I could to try and get his attention but the vibrations were only giving the equine more to moan about.
I could feel myself blacking out, feel the lightness in my head. I needed air, and I needed it now!
I reached up to the Horses balls and as gently as I could gave them a tug.
"Oh fuck, what?" he moaned looking down, and after seeing me struggle gave a happy laugh. "Fag can't breathe?" he asked, mocking me as he pulled his cock back roughly.
As his flared head popped from my throat, I gasped in the air. Coughing and wheezing as I was finally able to breath, the horse standing above me gently jerking off his large meat. "Little faggot bitten off more than he could chew?" he asked with a mocking tone.
It must have been the booze and the slight aggravation the Horse made me feel, because I stupidly looked up at him and with a smirk said,
"That all you got colt?"
The look of anger spread over his face as he looked down at me, he grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me onto my hind paw. I yelped as he turned me around, and pushed me over pushing down my jeans.
"You're going to regret that you little bitch." He growled, pushing my pants, and G string down to the floor. I gulped roughly as I bent over the toilet, whimpering a I begin to think maybe I really had bitten off more than I could chew.
"Bite down Fag." He growled, before one of his paws grabbed my shoulder and pushed his thickness right into my tail hole.
I screamed out into the bathroom, my voice echoing through the tiled room as the horse sunk more and more of his monster cock into my now very sore hole.
I could hear him moan as my ring clenched and snugly held around him. I knew I would feel tight around him, hell I thought I would be cutting of circulation he felt so big.
His paw gripped my tail at the base, while his other stayed at my shoulder. I heard him panting, moaning as I clenched over at and over at his shaft.
He didn't give me a warning, once he had a firm grip on my body, the male began to thrash his body into me. I didn't get the adjustment time, the horse just began to slam his hips into my body, his cock throbbing so deeply inside of me.
"Fuck!" I screamed out, trying so hard to relax to stop the pain.
"What's the matter?" the horse growled, "To much?"
God I was in heaven! This dominated feeling washing over me, making me more and more submissive was making the experience that much hotter! I wanted to be his little bitch! To be his faggot! I didn't care what he called me, just as long as his cock was pounding into me, I would be happy.
"Shut up at fuck me!" I moaned out, half pain and half pleasure. His cock was throbbing in my stomach, I was sure I would need to be hospitalised after he was done with me. I knew there was damage already, but I really didn't care at that moment.
He was rubbing up against a sweet spot inside me, my cock throbbing underneath me as the horse pounded for his pleasure.
"Never pounded such a tight ass!" He growled suddenly, making a smile spread over my lips.
My claws where dug into the toilet bowl below me, my head getting centimetres away from a concussion while the horse continued to assault my cheeks.
"Fuck my legs are gettin' sore." He growled as he let go of my shoulder and pulled my body into him. His other arm scooped my legs up, holding my legs up to my chest while he closed the toilet lid. He turned around, both of us facing the toilet stall door then took a seat. I reached around to behind his neck, moaning as I sat that little bit deeper on his massive horse cock.
I moaned out louder as his muscular arms began to lift me up and shove me down on his member. I was helpless to do anything except moan and beg for more.
"Fuck me big boy! Fuck me good!" I moaned out, as femininely as I could.
"You like my big cock don't you fag!" He moaned back, his cock beginning to throb that little harder.
"Fuck yes I do!" I moaned out, his arms moving me that little faster. I moaned as I listened to the rough slapping of balls on ass, moaning as his thick cock was bulging out my stomach as he fucked me brutally.
I could hear him snorting, and his cock was throbbing harder inside me.
"I'm goin' to fill you up fag." He growled in my ear, "You ready bitch?" he asked me as he suddenly stood up, and slammed be against the wall.
I yelped out as he let me drop to the floor, his hoof grabbing my hips and his other grabbing my hair. His hips pounding into my ass that little bit harder and that little bit deeper.
My eyes rolled up into the back of my head as he fucked me harder, faster, and deeper. His hips hitting me over, and over, and over until finally.
"Take it all faggot!" He screamed out, and slammed it home, his cock beginning to pump what I could only describe as a river of horse cum into my belly. I screamed out as he slammed home, gripping my body that little bit tighter as his growl echoed through the room.
I stood there with my legs shaking, my belly getting pumped full of more and more horse goo while the two of us stood there. One moaning while he pumped a little husky full of his seed, the other moaning as he enjoyed the feeling.
I was in pure ecstasy, panting and contemplating if I should wait to finish myself off.
The horse's hoofs gently let go of my hair and hip, I looked behind me and watched as he lent against the stall wall in his afterglow, and looked down at his cock still deeply planted inside my hole. I could see he was trying not to show his enjoyment, trying not to show me that the straight butch guy enjoyed fucking another man.
"Dammit." He growled, putting his hoof on the back of my ass and pulled back slowly.
"Oh f-fuck." I whimpered, moaning as I felt his thick meat pop free. He and I stood there for a few moments, him in confusion and me in sexual bliss.
That was one of the best fucks I had ever received, and sadly from one of the bigoted person I have ever met. I looked up at him, huffing as we made eye contact.
"You better be clean fag." He growled,
"I'm clean." I said with a chuckle, "Are you?" I asked him,
"Of course I am." He said back, "Don't have dirty sex like you." He mumbled,
"You just did moron." I said with a laugh, "Shut up with the bullshit now." I huffed,
"Make me faggot." He growled, stepping up to try and intimidate me. But I knew what he liked.
I turned around, and with an easy motion slid his still hard cock down my throat, and back out. Cleaning off every bit of cum his massive beast had on it.
"Oh fuck." I heard him moan, gripping my hair as I did. Looking down at me as I licked his head once more and reached down to pull my undies and pants back up.
"So do I grab your number?" I asked, looking up at him as I did my pants up.
"Fuck off fag." He growled, putting his own cock away and zipping up.
"You just fucked a guy," I said to him with an unimpressed look, "Drop the bigot attitude." I said to him, the horse going to fight what I said, but he knew I was right.
"Whatever." He grumbled,
"I'm discreet you know." I said to him, the horse giving me a really confused look. "Which means I won't tell anybody." I said to him, internally smirking as his face went from confused, to disgusted, to interested.
"Nobody?" He asked me,
"Not a soul." I said back, smiling as I held my paw out to his phone. He looked down at my paw, back up at me, and then with a shrug put his phone into my paw.