Ezra Worth was a young stallion who'd finished his time at art college just two weeks ago, and was having a rather pleasant dream interpretation of his graduation ceremony... instead of his alligator tutor handing him his certificates, a naked mare handed them to him before asking if he'd like to go into the side room for... 'final evaluation'. However, just like when he'd had a similar dream a few days ago, he awoke before any sauciness began. 'Damn,' he thought, 'such a lovely dream to wake up to on a Friday morning, thwarted by me waking up early.'

He gazed groggily at his certificates, framed on the far wall of his bedroom. In that moment, he couldn't complain. Aside from the hot summer's air that had made him decide to try going to bed fully naked for the first time, and his dream again ending before the sex, he had passed his college assignments with flying colours... and his prematurely-ended dream had left him with a raging hard-on. It was some sort of win-win, surely.

When Ezra turned on his bedside light and looked down at himself, he could see that he'd been close. His rock-hard, twelve-inch horsecock was tenting his sheets, big time. There was also a small wet spot, a sure sign of precum... and he could feel the fact that he was flaring. 'Typical,' he thought, 'I can go for ages with just my hand, but barely glimpsing a pussy in a dream made me nearly have a massive wet dream before even getting to the good part.'

Ezra had never had sex with anyone. Aside from all the porn he'd seen, he hadn't even seen another person's privates. He was too shy to talk to girls about such things, and was unsure if he liked boys in that way... heck, he couldn't even say the words 'Would you like to go on a date with me?' in that order to anyone besides his twink of a reflecton.

Ah well, he thought, waste not, want not. Ezra gathered some clothes to wear and his cellphone, in case he had any messages from his friends. He then quietly opened his door and peered up and down the hallway to make sure his parents weren't awake. Like they wanted to see their son's flaring cock. Luckily, he heard his father's soft snoring and then there was the sound of his parent's ensuite toilet flushing. Good, they weren't quite up and about yet. He stealthily dashed into the bathroom across the hall from his room and locked the door, dumping his clothes on the floor where they wouldn't get cummy or wet. Time to get frisky.

Sure enough, his father hadn't found out that Ezra knew about his lube stash... either that or he didn't care. Using just the tiniest bit so that his dad wouldn't notice the bottle being lighter, Ezra gently rubbed it onto his length, sending his flare raging again. 'Christ, I must be really pent up!' he thought.

Ezra carefully stepped into the bath so his hooves wouldn't make too much noise and lay down. Going slowly so he wouldn't have urges to moan or move about too much (like mum and dad needed to know about THIS!), Ezra began wanking, savouring his medial ring and flare the most and causing more beads of precum to dribble down and pool on his abdomen. He carried on slowly massaging himself until he felt the familiar no-turning-back feeling and immediately stopped. He hoped he hadn't overworked it – he liked to ruin the first one... it made the final orgasm so much more intense. Sighing in pleasure and relief, a powerful sensation rocked him, and thick white jizz began to leak down his cock. He still had to properly orgasm.

He waited for a little bit and then began to work himself again, using some of his cum as extra lube. Then, in his horny state, he decided he'd try that other thing he'd seen in some of his favourite porn and began to tickle his anus, running his fingertip just around the lips of his hole as he wanked with his other hand. The new sensation was almost overpowering, and it made his climax come almost immediately, spraying jizz over his shoulder onto the wall behind him and also right into his face.

Wow. Ezra had never had an orgasm that powerful before. He was glad he was in the bath; he could just take down the showerhead and rinse it all away. He looked behind and above him, at the jizz oozing down the wall, under the belief that the power behind his ejaculation might've sent jizz into his own room, had the bathroom wall not been there. The thought made him excited again, so he decided to try one last new thing and licked the cum off his face. He spat it back out, shuddering slightly. While the act had almost made his spent boner immediately return, he wasn't sure if he liked the taste of it. Oh well, at least his raging erection was receding and his smutty dream was fading away from the forefront of his mind.

There was a sudden “vrrr, vrrr” noise. 'Oh yeah, I'd grabbed my phone in case of messages!' Ezra reached over to his pile of clothes and extracted his cellphone. Sure enough, the vibration had signalled a text from his friend, the iguana Marco.

	hey ezra im bored wanna hang out 2day :)

Ezra and Marco had been friends since they were seven. Ezra had forgotten his lunch one day at school, and Marco had noticed, offering half of his sandwich. They began talking about trading cards and videogames, and they'd been friends since.

Despite the simplicity of Marco's text, and the fact it had nothing to do with it at all, it made Ezra remember that his parents were going camping over the weekend. It would be boring just by himself, so he could invite his best bud over and they could binge-watch movies and play videogames together without parents telling them they should be looking for a job or telling them to remember go walking once in a while. It'd be oodles of fun!

	Mum n dad away for weekend, wanna hang out for weekend instead? Come over whenevs

The reply was almost instant. Typical Marco, to have his phone glued to his hand this early in the morning.

	cool! c u at 9 :D

Ezra turned on the shower to get the water warm, then pulled the showerhead from its holder to clean his jizz from the wall tiles. He then returned it and had a quick shower to get cum out of his coat and freshen himself up for the arrival of his friend. Marco wouldn't want to know he'd wanked himself silly, would he? Maybe the weekend wasn't going to be so boring after all.