FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

A Home is More Than It's Walls

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

19th February

2024

All Rights Reserved

As the morning sun bathed the small town in a warm glow, Kieran Blackthorn felt a mix of nerves and excitement as he made his way to the construction site for his first day on the job. His ebony black fur seemed to catch the sunlight, giving him an almost ethereal appearance. The construction company had assigned him a task, a repair job at a house on the outskirts of town. Little did he know, this assignment would mark the beginning of an unexpected adventure.

The address led Kieran to a secluded property surrounded by tall trees, and the house itself stood imposing against the backdrop of nature. As he approached, Kieran took note of the damages that marred the exterior — a testament to a recent episode involving bovine anger. Rumour circulated that the homeowner, Magnus Ironhide, had recently divorced, and the aftermath of his emotional turmoil manifested in the unfortunate state of his home.

Kieran hesitated for a moment before knocking on the sturdy door. The sound echoed through the quiet surroundings. The door swung open, revealing the massive form of Magnus Ironhide. The bull's chestnut fur and amber eyes were as striking as his muscular physique.

Magnus, his demeanor a mix of weariness and resignation, looked down at the young colt.

"You're here to fix this mess, huh?" he grumbled, gesturing to the damaged areas with a sweeping motion.

Kieran, undeterred by Magnus's imposing presence, nodded with determination. "Yes, sir. I'm Kieran Blackthorn, and I'm here to help with the repairs. I'll make sure it looks as good as new."

Magnus eyed Kieran for a moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he sighed. "Well, come on in then. Let's see what you can do."

*

As Kieran diligently worked on assessing the damaged interior of Magnus's home, the extent of the destruction became increasingly apparent. With a nervous glance over his shoulder, Kieran exhaled, placing his open hand against the holes in the wall, then swallowing as the hole was a good four inches wider than the equine's paw. Around him, was broken furniture, shattered glass and...

Were those hoof prints? Kieran wondered, looking around. He was grateful he was alone, as he took in the damage with increasingly nervous eyes and swept-back ears.

This was no accident. There's rage here, a chaotic energy, unleashed. Whatever happened, left its mark, not just on the walls but the very atmosphere of this house! Magnus must have been through something... something I dare not imagine...

A heavy footfall startled Kieran, who uttered a weak gasp of surprise.

"Before you ask," Magnus's voice sighed. "It wasn't me... my ex-partner, he was military when he came back... he wasn't the same man I'd loved and known. He became dark, drank more than he should have, I guess the - "

Kieran swallowed, trying to maintain a calm facade, whilst internally, his heart broke. Magnus watched Kieran, his amber eyes revealing a mixture of weariness and vulnerability. Kieran continued working, sorting, filing, and cataloging mentally, one ear turned back as he continued to work, wondering if this strapping, study bull would continue his painful reminiscing, a deeper story waiting to be unraveled.

"It seems there's quite a bit of work to be done here. Repairs will take some time, but I'll do my best to return it to the beauty it once had." Kieran commented, then slowly turned about.

"Just - " Come a low, mournful voice from the bovine, his head dipping. "Do make sure it's sturdy. I'd not want any half-baked fixes."

Kieran nodded. "Of course, sir, my company prides itself on the services and quality of its workers."

A strange gleam came into Magnus's eyes, there and gone, like a lover's caress, leaving Kieran momentarily bewildered.

There's a vulnerability beneath the tough exterior. I wonder just what transpired, what led one such as him to this turmoil? This – all of this! If I'm to fix this house, I might need to address more than just the physical damage...

*

In the passing weeks, a subtle metamorphosis had unfolded within the confines of Magnus's home. As he watched as Kieran delved into the intricacies of the repairs, an unspoken understanding fostered an environment for Magnus to share his words and life. He was burdened by the weight of his past relationship, finding solace in the hard-working, attention colt.

In the moments between assessing the damage and mending broken walls, Magnus began to peel back the layers from his wounded heart. The house, a witness to the scars of his ex's emotional turmoil, became a confidant in these awkward conversations, accompanied by the sound of hammering and other sounds. As he spoke, Kieran listened with a compassion that transcended professional obligations.

Magnus's revelations unveiled the tender echoes of a relationship that had once been vibrant and full of promise. He shared the laughter that had once reverberated through the rooms, the warmth of shared meals, and the tender moments that had defined his connection with a partner, who had become a stranger.

With each word uttered, Kieran sensed the cathartic release Magnus experienced. The burden, like a millstone slung around his neck, heavy, seemed to lighten incrementally, dissipating like morning mist under the gentle touch of the dawn. Walls, around the bovine's heart, fortified by years of emotional turbulence, gradually crumbled in the presence of understanding – much like the wall Kieran pulled down.

As Magnus reminisced, the quiet solace of having someone willing to listen became a balm for his wounded soul. The weight of the past, carried in silence for far too long, was now shared between them. In these moments, the shared understanding between bull and colt, transcended the realm of the contractor and homeowner, deepening slowly into a bond of actual friendship.

For Kieran, being the receptacle of Magnus's memories wasn't merely a duty. It became an exchange, a silent promise to bear witness to the pain and joys that had sculpted Magnus into the being he was. The air, once heavy with unspoken sorrow, now echoed with the cadence of shared stories and the unburdening of a heart yearning for release.

As the days unfolded, the emotional impact of the exchanges became more evident, not only in the repairs to the house but in the subtle transformation of Magnus himself. The stoic weariness that had etched deep lines in his face, began to soften, replaced with a newfound ease that seemed to be working its way from within, to without.

*

Late one afternoon, as Kieran prepared to leave after a hard day's work, he froze, one paw splayed out against the wall, near the door. His nostrils flared, and his black, tubular ears slashed backward, as he smelt water, the smell of wet hide, and the pleasant, sensual aroma of a body wash, he quietly enjoyed. With a whiffle through his nostrils, Kieran let his 'work face' spread over his equine head before turning around.

"I've calculated the costs and outlined the materials we'll need to finish the job. It's going too -"

As Magnus stepped closer, an accidental slip of the towel caused it to slither to the floor. Kieran's nostrils flared slightly, his eyes widening a little, before he twitched helplessly. Magnus merely rolled his damp shoulders and shrugged, giving a gruff chuckle.

Kieran's breath caught in his throat as Magnus's paw cupped the Friesian's muzzle, the unexpected touch sending a shiver down his spine. The warmth of Magnus's touch and the proximity of the imposing, and naked, bull made Kieran acutely aware of the sudden shift in the atmosphere. Discomfort settled over him like a heavy cloak, but his timid nature kept him from speaking up.

A soft, gruff chuckle escaped Magnus, breaking the tense silence. With a knowing smile, Magnus decided to forgo the towel altogether, revealing his imposing, naked form. The air hung with a mixture of surprise and amusement, the accidental nature of the moment diffusing some of the tension.

"Guess I should be more careful with my towel," Marcus chuckled, his eyes meeting Kieran's. "We're both grown men, seen worse in the gym locker room, haven't we?"

Kieran's nervous smile touched the edges of his black lips and he exhaled, the tension easing. "Oh, you have no idea..."

What's happening? I came here to fix a house, not to... How do I respond? Kieran's mind reeled.

Magnus's grip on Kieran's muzzle remained gentle, yet firm, as if testing the young colt's unspoken desires. The bull's imposing stature cast a shadow over the smaller colt, making Kieran feel both vulnerable and captivated by the intensity of the moment.

His eyes wide, Kieran looked up, his ears slightly slicked back. "I... I appreciate your trust in my work. If there's anything that you need..."

Kieran's worlds trailed off, swallowed up by the charged atmosphere. Uncertainty lingered between them, and as Magnus continued to gaze down at him, Kieran's internal struggle intensified. The delicate balance between professionalism and personal boundaries seemed to hang in the air, unspoken and fragile.

The bull's paw slowly withdrew from Kieran's muzzle, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake. Magnus, though silent, wore an expression of empathy and understanding, his eyes hinting at an invitation to something more – just beyond the surface.

"Thank you, Kieran. I believe in your craftsmanship – and – your handiwork..."

As Magnus retreated, crouching down and retrieving the towel, he looked back over his shoulder, giving a gentle smile and a knowing wink to Kieran, before he moved into his bedroom.

*

Left alone in the room, Kieran stood amidst the remnants of their encounter. The air felt thick, almost suffocating with the unspoken words and the unresolved tension. He couldn't shake the intensity of Magnus's touch and the subtle invitation lingering.

Kieran took a steadying breath, trying to regain his composure. The repairs, once the sole focus, now seemed a distant memory. He looked around the room, at the damaged walls and shattered remnants of what had once been someone's home. Some effort had been made, and some minor repairs completed, so it wasn't a total disaster, but it was far from the warmth and loving place, Kieran pondered it could be.

What just happened? It felt like... more than a gesture of appreciation for my work. Magnus's eyes, those beautiful, amber eyes... they held me transfixed like he could see into my very soul! The understanding and in that gentle smile – was it truly an invitation or merely a shared moment of vulnerability?

With a shiver, Kieran began gathering his tools and prepared to leave, yet he couldn't escape the lingering warmth on his muzzle where Magnus's paw had rested. That encounter left an indelible mark on him, and Kieran found himself grappling with conflicted emotions – a mixture of curiosity, uncertainty, and deep within him, a yearning for connection.

*

As the repairs continued in the following days, the atmosphere between Kieran and Magnus seemed charged with unspoken desires. The damaged walls become witness to the evolving dynamic, reflecting a shared secret that added to the layers within Kieran.

Kieran tried to focus on the repairs, pushing aside the undercurrent of emotions that lingered just beneath his rippling pelt. He couldn't help but steal furtive glances at Magnus, whose lithe, muscular body, naked from the waist up, moved and rippled with such grace and strength.

*

One evening, with the repairs nearing completion, Magnus invited Kieran to sit in the transformed living room. The air felt different, pregnant with a mixture of anticipation and shared vulnerability.

Cracking open a beer, Magnus offered it to Kieran, who shook his head slowly. Undeterred, Magnus upended the an, drinking it in one go, then crushing the empty with his strong, muscular paw. “I appreciate everything you've done here. It's more than fixing a house; you've helped me reclaim a sense of that I thought was lost. I would like to repay you for that..."

Kieran's heart quickened as Magnus spoke. The bovine's large, yet gentle, paw rested on his shoulder, conveying a sense of gratitude and something more profound. The room, like Kieran himself, seemed to hold its breath, the unspoken invitation lingering as his internal struggle intensified.

Magnus leaned in, his eyes searching for a sign. The bull's proximity sent a wave of conflicting emotions through Kieran – professionalism warring with an undeniable connection that had grown between them. Magnus's paw, warm on Kieran's shoulder spoke volumes, leaving Kieran torn between the boundaries of their professional relationship and the unspoken desire simmering just beneath his obsidian pelt.

Kieran's mind whirled. What's going on? I came here to repair a house, not to navigate the complexities of... whatever this is. Yet his touch, his eyes – they draw me in. Can I possibly allow myself to want more?

Magnus's lips brushed against Kieran's cheek in a tentative kiss, a soft, barely audible gasp coming from the colt's dark lips. As the room held its breath once more, the walls themselves were silent witnesses to the delicate dance between professionalism and the quiet unfolding petals of something deeper and richer.

Magnus's lips lingered on Kieran's cheek, the soft warmth of the kiss sending a shiver through the young colt. As Magnus pulled back, his eyes searched Kieran's for a reaction. Around them, the room remained suspended in quiet tension, the unspoken desire palpable.

Guided by the current of emotion between them, Magnus's hand slid down Kieran's chest, a gentle exploration mirroring the delicacy of their feelings. Kieran's breath hitched at the touch, a mixture of nerves and anticipation coursing through them. The boundaries he'd tried to maintain, now cracked and crumbled.

The bull's paw, calloused yet warm, traced a path down Kieran's abdomen, resting gently on his quivering thigh. Kieran's pulse quickened, the intimacy of the touch echoing the unspoken words that passed between them. In the quietness of the room, the weight of their unspoken desires grew thick like a summer storm.

What's happening? His touch... it feels like it's unraveling me, a tempest of unimagined feelings building on the horizon. Can I let go of my reservations – can I freely give myself to that which he so kindly offers me?

Torn between his calm, professional self and the urges within him, Kieran looked into Magnus's eyes, seeking answers the nervous young colt could not express. Kieran's eyes were wide and concerned, Magnus's were gentle, warm, and filled with compassion, one eyebrow slowly lifting in a playful expression of invitation.

Magnus, sensing the colt's internal struggle, continued to hold eye contact with Kieran, his expression passionate and encouraging. In the silence that held between them, Magnus slowly walked his hooflets up Kieran's thigh, then lightly brushed them over the bulge in the jeans.

“You're scared, confused, and..." Magnus murmured, as his fingers curled around the belt, unbuckling it and releasing it. “Worried. Here, in this house... alone..."

Magnus's fingers expertly undone the tight jeans button, relishing the subtle purr of the zipper sliding downwards. He indulged in the tenderness of kissing and lipping at Kieran's cheek before moving up to the colt's quivering ear. A subtle breath escaped his lips, teasing the fine hairs around Kieran's ear. Magnus observed Kieran's eyes widening, savoring the anticipation that hung in the air.

As his warm fingers lightly closed over the leathery sheath beneath them, Magnus felt a rush of power tempered by a profound of Kieran's vulnerability. He could sense Kieran's gasp, though it remained contained, a testament to the colt's internal struggle. In this intimate moment, Magnus could feel the mixture of fear, confusion, and desire emanating from Kieran, and it fuelled his determination to create an atmosphere of pleasure between them both.

With each gesture, Magnus carefully gauged Kieran's reactions, ensuring the unfolding encounter was a gentle and careful exploration. The delicacy of the situation demanded not only physical finesse but also emotional attunement. Magnus, fully away from the responsibility that came with their burgeoning connection, aimed to provide a space where Kieran could navigate his boundaries and desires.

In the silence of the room, as Magnus continued to explore the intimate terrain that stretched out before him, he maintained eye contact with Kieran. His expression conveyed passion and encouragement, a silent reassurance that they were both active and willing participants in this shared moment.

In the hushed atmosphere of the room, Magnus's attentive gaze locked onto Kieran's eyes. The air held a charged energy, like a live electrical wire, and Magnus could sense and smell, the mixture of emotions swirling within the young Friesian. He remained acutely aware of the delicate balance between exploring the mutual desires and respecting Kieran's boundaries that he might have.

Magnus, his fingers still delicately tracing the leathery sheath, and something else that peeked like a shy woodland creature from its safe and comfortable hole, could feel the breath of Kieran quickening. The Friesian's eyes, wide with uncertainty, held a glimmer of curiosity that betrayed his nervous demeanor He was both vulnerable and willing, and Magnus, keenly attuned to the unspoken cues, sought to navigate this uncertain terrain with care and understanding.

“Kieran," Magnus spoke softly, his voice a deep rumble. “You do not have to do anything you're not comfortable with. Your comfort and consent are my priorities. If you say no, I will understand and not press you...if you say yes, we will work together, at your pace, to ensure is is a beautiful, and gentle thing for you."

Kieran, looking into Magnus's eyes, found a sense of reassurance in both gaze and words. The bull's tender touch on Kieran's colt hood spoke of promise and fulfillment, his other paw caressing his thigh ever so lightly, giving a grounding touch. Magnus continued his eye contact, silently conveying his respect for whichever decision Kieran would make.

Kieran's ears twitched, his nostrils flaring and closing then flaring again, as he fought within himself. Magnus's fingers paused in their exploration, waiting for a clear signal from Kieran. As the tension grew thick, it was heavy with an unspoken question – an invitation to explore further or a chance to step back.

“I... I appreciate your understanding, Magnus," Kieran finally spoke, his voice a blend of nervousness and sincerity. “I'm curious, I want to trust you. I'm also scared. Can we... take things – you know, I've never..."

Magnus grunted and then blinked, giving the nervous colt a gentle smile, before he looked down, then back up, raising an eyebrow. “Never experienced what a prize bull could do? Or never..."

With a nervous nicker, Kieran looked away. “Never – gone the..."

Magnus paused, his paw enfolding the twitching Friesian's colt-hood, holding it just over the medial ring.

“Oh, oh..." Magnus snorted, then smiled and leaned forward, lightly kissing Kieran's shoulder and working his way down the quivering black-furred chest, his quiet murmurings drifting up to Kieran, who leaned back and spread his arms over the couch. “You've never...experienced... th..."

Kieran's eyes snapped wide open, as he felt a long, almost prehensile tongue do something he'd never imagined, the bull's paws on his hips. That powerful, muscular tongue drew him into a mind-blowing warmth and slickness. Each second, it pulled and drew him deeper. Kieran's mind reeled as he felt himself taken, feeling the sensitive rubbing of each bony ridge at the top of the bovine's muzzle before the slick, wet tightness contracted and the hot breath washed over his sleek, fine belly fur.

A whicker of equine surprise and shock blasted through Kieran's nostrils, his fingers gripping the sofa, hooflet nails nearly shredding the leather. He felt the tug of strong, leathery lips slide back over his medial ring and back – almost dismounting before that amazing tongue wrapped twice around him, the sound of that slurp and the breath...

Magnus grunted in laughter, a deep, resonant rumble in his chest, as his amber eyes looked up through his lashes as he watched the mixture of emotions crossing the equine's face. The adorable lip curl as the Friesian's primal urges seized him, then to Magnus's surprise, he felt his throat constricted and he pushed his head down, lips clamping and breath like billows before he inhaled and held it – that – unexpected salty drink gratefully accepted and consumed.

It's been too long, Magnus's mind, pleasured by the offering, dredged up memories of his lover, beautiful, intense memories, that brought tears to the edges of his eyes. I've forgotten how it feels, once he's done – I'll remember something else...

A gift, freely given, and accepted, surprised Magnus with its intensity and duration, his estimation of the young colt went up several notches until at last the gift was fully given and his quivering body was slick with the scent of lust, sweat, and pent up frustration. Magnus carefully extricated his muzzle, using his tongue to hold the tender, twitching flesh and he shook his head in both disbelief and amazement.

“That was... something - “ Magnus chuckled, as he petted Kieran's thigh. “Thank you young one, for trusting me."

“Urgh..." Kieran gurgled, his head against the back of the couch, post-orgasmic shivers rippling his black pelt.

Magnus wiped his mouth with the back of his paw and chuckled. “You'll never forget your first time..."

The aftermath of their shared moment left the room steeped in a quiet, intimate energy. Kieran, still recovering from the intensity of his experience, lay against the back of the sofa, his ebony fur glistening with sweat, his muzzle wreathed in emotions his mind couldn't grasp. His chest rose and fell with the lingering waves of pleasure, and a sense of shared vulnerability hung in the air between them.

Magnus, his expression a blend of tenderness and amusement, wiped his mouth with the back of his paw, savoring the lingering scent and taste of their shared connection.

“Truly, that was something else – thank you, I mean that - “ Magnus admitted, his gentle stroking of Kieran's thigh passionate. “Thank you, young one, for trusting me."

Kieran, still struggling to catch his breath, managed a weak, contented smile. The weight of nervous anticipation that had hung over him had transformed into a sense of liberation and fulfillment. He nodded slightly, his eyes conveying gratitude and newfound understanding about himself.

“Urgh," Kieran whiffled through his nostrils again. “...something alright...how - “

Magnus grinned. “Trade secret..."

Kieran dragged himself forward, slapping his paws down on his knees as he stretched and shuddered. “I feel – anxious, you gave to me... yet your own...."

Kieran looked sideways at Magnus, and then he swallowed the lump in his throat and laughed skittishly.

“Your kindness was enough," Magnus smiled, as he stood up and stretched languidly, for good measure his long tongue extending and licking his eyebrows as a grin spread over his face. “If I wasn't who I was, I imagine I'd make some young heifer very happy."

Kieran laughed weakly, both surprised and shocked at the bovine's tongue length.

With a soft nicker of laughter, Kieran turned his head, his ears pricking forward. “Is what they say... you know, about..."

He flicked his ears back and looked down, lightly scuffing a dark hoof on the floor in embarrassment and guilt.

Magnus reached up behind his head, his fingers scratching as he chuckled. “If you mean the Tauric Triumph?"

Confusion enfolded Kieran, who frowned deeply, not getting the reference.

“My apologies Kieran, I meant my beef stick, Does that help? My Heifer Humper, my..."

Kieran's eyes widened, his ears flattened and his nostrils flared before he snorted and clasped his paws to his mouth, trying to stifle the hysterical laughter that threatened to spill forth, never having heard of it called that before.

“Maybe it's easier if I just - “ Magnus grinned, then dropped his pants.

Kieran blinked, seeing a surprisingly shorter sheath than he'd imagined, before Magnus winked and that thing started to slide out. To say it was impressive was an understatement, slender at the tip but increasingly thickening as it grew in stature and firmness.

“Oh..." Kieran's mouth fell open, his eyes widening as he stared at it. It was, at full length, three and a bit of Kieran's paws, and still engorging.

“I did try to tell you..." Magnus gruffly chuckled, placing his paws on his hips. “Relax young one, I'll be careful with you, you're not experienced enough for my tastes in men – I'd be afraid I'd hurt you, so, we'll go nice and steady, give you pleasure like I imagine you've never experienced, have you?"

With a convulsive swallow, Kieran nervously shook his head from side to side.

“It's alright, give me a moment, I'll – help prepare for a riding lesson, I don't think you'll forget anytime soon," Magnus snickered, stepping out of his pants and moving into his bedroom, where the sounds of drawers opening and closed emanated. “Ah, here it is..."

When Magnus returned, he carried a large pump bottle, that he set down on the armrest of the couch.

“I'm not exactly what you call - “ Magnus grunted, then winked at the skittish Friesian.

“I can see that - “ Kieran whispered, his eyes unable to take their gaze off the impressive length.

You can't be serious – Kieran wanted to moan. You can't expect that...to fit where I think he wants to put it...

Kieran's nostrils flared, as he smelt the strong odor of the lube. It wasn't unpleasant, to his surprise, and Magnus took his time, sensually stroking and rubbing himself, giving Kieran a lopsided smile and a wink.

“Relax, I won't break you... I might break you in..." Magnus's infectious chuckle reached Kieran's ears.

“Uh, how..." Kieran's nervousness came out in his voice, his eyes turning down at the edges as his eyebrows raised, a beautiful, innocent expression of concern on his muzzle.

“Come here," Magnus spoke quietly, gesturing at the back of the couch. “Now, forearms here, like this..."

Magnus demonstrated, the skittish colt watching on before he emulated the stance and positioning, Magnus gently tapping Kieran's hooves with his own until he was satisfied.

“Perfect, now, just breathe young one, I won't hurt you, I promise..." Magnus murmured, using his sticky paw to tenderly reach under Kieran's lush, dark tail “Up please..."

Kieran nickered softly, obediently lifting his tail, then twitching slightly as Magnus moved it to the side, inadvertently pulling a little far.

“Sorry..." Magnus grunted. “Alright, just breathe in and out, nice and steady..."

Magnus moved forward, carefully guiding himself. At first, there was resistance and a low, nervous clop of a hoof on the floor, before Magnus placed a paw lightly on the shivering equine hip. Steadily, he moved forward again, the lube assisting, as a third of the length slid forward.

“Let me know," Magnus murmured, lightly running his fingers down Kieran's spine.

Kieran swallowed and nodded, not uncomfortable, but not fully engaged either. Sure, his toys were one thing, but nothing compared to the sensation or the warmth, that was carefully guided by its owner.

With supreme care, Magnus sheathed half of himself inside the Friesian, feeling the musculature slowly relaxing under the effects of the lube he'd specifically chosen. Holding his position, Magnus waited and listened to the stallions breathing easing into a quieter, calmer moment. Pulling back, Magnus stroked Kieran's back, as he pushed back inside, the stallion gasping quietly and shuddering.

“There's the spot, isn't it - “ Magnus chuckled, as he leaned forwards, gently pulling Kieran backward as he did. “Feel that? That is what I was referring to, we all have it, and with proper..."

Kieran's spine flexed as he tried to lift himself, but Magnus's paw gripped him by the neck and pushed him back down, holding the gasping stallion firmly, but kindly.

“Stimulation - “ Magnus lipped playfully at Kieran's back-swept ears. “It'll give you the best release you've ever had... Now, once more, let..."

Kieran twitched, then to his and especially Magnus's surprise, pressed his hips back until black-furred hips met the russet and cream ones of the bull.

Kieran gasped and shuddered, Magnus's fingers on his neck splaying out, a loud snort blasted from his pale nostrils.

He hilted – me – Magnus's mind reeled. Maybe I don't need to be as gentle with him... let's step it up and...

Kieran nickered softly, his head bowed and his breath blasting from his nostrils, flaring wide as he breathed back in again.

More than I bargained for – Kieran shuddered, his mind overcome by sensations and pleasure he'd never received from his toys, as he felt the first twitches within him, his member pressed hard against the couch before him – its secretions drooling down towards the floor.

“Naughty...mare," Magnus snorted, then playfully licked the side of Kieran's neck, the broad, rough tongue leaving a glistening swatch behind it. “Want to be treated like one..."

Kieran's giggle drifted back as he hoisted his tail up like an Arabian, glancing back over his shoulder before his eyes crinkled in a mischievous smile and he poked the tip of his broad, pale tongue out between his lips, the edges of them curling upwards.

Magnus gave what he promised...

A riding lesson that the cheeky, insolent, and teasing Freisan wouldn't forget...

Magnus grit his teeth and plowed the Friesian, who grunted and shuddered beneath him, his breathing blasting in and out of his nostrils, the slick, wet slapping behind him accompanied by his body being slammed against the back of the couch.

As they reached almost simultaneous orgasms, a shove from Magnus as his hips slapped against Kieran's, driving the couch a good two feet forward, their combined voices ringing out in lustful abandonment, the coffee table tipped over, its glass top shattering into fragments...

“I can fix that..." Kieran's breathless nicker pealed forth...

END