“Could you run that one by me again?” Ezra was... fairly certain that he'd heard Marco correctly... but given the nature of their conversation, it paid to make sure.

“Have you ever wondered what fucking yourself feels like?” repeated Marco, punctuating each word with a prod of the custom dildo's tip against Ezra's chest.

There was no denying – Ezra had heard correctly. He shifted awkwardly and looked absently at his bedroom wall. “I will admit, yes, I have... But when I'm hard, I can't bend it that way. I've even been too much of a wimp to try fingering.”

“Wanna change that?” Marco waved the fake appendage in front of Ezra's face.

Ezra took a moment to think before he nodded. “Sure, I guess... Just let me get a condom, and be ready to stop if I tell you to, alright?”

“Condom? You afraid of getting the toy dirty or something?”

“It's not the toy I'm worried about... it's the thought of having to explain to mum why my duvet cover's in the wash again.”

Marco nodded. It made sense. “Bring back some lube with you as well, unless you'd like a chafed ass.”

Ezra went to the not-so-secret bottom drawer of the bathroom vanity, grabbed a bottle of lube and reached behind the end of the drawer to grab a condom. Just before he reentered his bedroom, he removed his pants and pulled the little latex film over his dong. He then opened the door, and walked inside in a very unconvincing confident walk.

“A little apprehensive, are we?” asked Marco.

“Was it that obvious?” Ezra blushed.

“Judging by the look on your face, the thing's already been lodged into your throat.”

Ezra dropped his pants to the floor and sat on the bed.

“How do you plan on doing this?” he asked, quickly checking for the telltale bulge of Marco's packing dildo, which was obviously not there, “I don't see anything to tell me you're wearing your harness.”

“You're just going to have to settle for me holding it in my hands,” replied Marco, taking the bottle of lube and applying some to the toy, “Now, get on your hands and knees for the birthday boy, eh?”

Ezra breathed in and exhaled deeply in preparation, then turned around and assumed position on the bed, on his elbows and knees. “Just take it slowly, alright?” his voice sounded higher than normal. “I have no idea whether I'll like it or not.”

“Quit your worrying! I'll take it nice and slow for you.” Marco lathered his fingertips in lube and began gently carressing the outside of Ezra's anus.

Just that simple touch made Ezra quiver, both in anticipation of what was to come, and in surprised pleasure. He gasped when he felt those teasing fingertips slip inside.

“What're you doing?” he breathed.

“Just relax,” Marco continued gently probing inside Ezra, “I'm just using my fingers to get some lube inside, alright? Now... are you ready?” He held up the lube-shiny dildo so Ezra could see it.

“Ready as I'll ever be.” he replied croakily.

Marco gently pressed it against Ezra's puffy exit. The first time he tried to push it inside, it slipped to the side. The second time, the flared tip of the dildo slipped inside. Ezra gasped in shock and his elbows slipped out from under him, causing him to faceplant into the bed.

“You okay, Ezra?” Marco held the dildo in place and reached with his other hand to comfortingly stroke Ezra's back.

“Y... Yeah,” Ezra gasped, “Just... is that how big I am?! How the hell do you fit me? You make it look easy!”

Marco grinned devilishly and leaned in close to whisper in Ezra's ear. “What's your favourite saying these days? Oh yeah! ... 'I have my ways.'”

Ezra rolled his eyes and groaned. Serves him right for saying it so often. He pulled himself back into a crouched position. “Okay, I'm ready. Just keep it slow, and I should be good.”

“Just let me know if it's too much.” Marco began to slowly and carefully push Ezra's copy deeper into his ass. The stallion's cock was flaring, and his groans and gasps were tickling Marco's own fantasies. He paused when the medial ring was at the entrance to give Ezra a break.

“Are we there? Is it in?” Ezra looked back, but his tail obscured his view. “It feels like it's already in my throat!”

“Sorry, Ezra,” said Marco, squeezing the stallion's real medial ring, “I'm afraid we're only up to there. Do you want me to go further, or keep it at that?”

Ezra was feeling stuffed beyond measure, but he couldn't deny... his cock felt nice, even if this was a copy. No wonder Marco was so insatiable when it came to playtime. “Keep going,” he said.

He couldn't help letting out a loud 'Ah!' when he felt the ring slip inside. All of his pleasure buttons were being pressed. He was actually startled when, eventually, Marco started pulling it back out.

“Wait, I didn't say to stop!” he said in confusion.

“I'm not,” Marco replied gleefully, “But when you go all the way in, you can only pull back out!”

“We made it to the hilt?”

“We made it to the hilt,” Marco confirmed. When he felt the resistant pull of the flare at the end of Ezra's anus, he began pushing it back in, with much less resistance. He started pushing with one hand, and used the other to prop his head up as he lay down to easily talk with his love.

“It's getting easier,” he said casually, “You've loosened up heaps.”

“Really?” Ezra breathed, “It sure as hell doesn't feel like it!”

“So tell me, Ezra,” Marco changed the subject by running his tail across Ezra's thighs, “How is it you were able to stay so buff while you were at art college?”

“Are... we really... having this talk... while you're stuffing me... with a copy of... my own cock?” Ezra managed to gasp out at length.

Marco pursed his lips and pretended to think for a moment. “Yeah, we are.”

Ezra did his best to breath his reply out in between the dildo's thrusts, so he wouldn't have to stop to moan out every second word.
“My campus was a half an hour walk from the nearest shops. I would take a walk once or twice a week to get paints and stuff or DVDs to watch on my computer.”

“That explains the legs,” Marco cooed as he squeezed Ezra's nearest thigh with his free hand, “but what about these?” He reached up and caressed Ezra's abs.

“I had a set of small weights I lifted a few times a day, alright? Now, can we get back to the task at hand, please? … Maybe speed up a bit as well, eh? I'm feeling something beginning to stir.”

Marco was happy to oblige. It was fun and cute seeing the shy but assertive stallion so totally submissive. Ezra's moaning and gasping became more frequent, more intense and louder as the dildo slid in and out. A few minutes later, his shrill squawking was constant, his back began to arch, his fists clenched and his legs tensed up. Marco knew from experience that Ezra was literally seconds from climax, so, he stopped thrusting the dildo. Ezra gasped in shock for a few moments then turned angrily toward him.

“And why did you stop?” he demanded.

Marco couldn't help himself. He burst out in laughter, tears forming in his eyes. He wiped them away as he answered. “Oh, boy... I can't, I can't... guh...” he looked deeply into Ezra's annoyed eyes. “You see now? You see? When you're so obviously close and your partner just stops? Do you get it?”

Ezra searched his memory for what Marco was talking about, then it hit him: the very first time they'd had sex, Ezra had stopped thrusting when he felt Marco begin to tighten and noticed he was tensing up. He'd thought he'd done something wrong and was hurting him, when in reality the young cuntboy had been seconds from orgasm. He now remembered the annoyed expression on Marco's face, mirrored currently on his own. His anger instantly faded.

“Yeah, I get it,” he said gently, “Sorry about that one.”

“And I'm sorry about what I just did,” said Marco, patting Ezra on the back, “It was just... seeing you so ready reminded me of that moment. I thought that making you have the same experience for your first insertion was vaguely... poetic. Now, I'm going to shut up and get back to ramming you now, alright?”

With that, Marco continued. His little poetic break had taken Ezra well away from the edge, so there were several more minutes of cute gasps, squeaks and wet smacking noises as the dildo travelled in and out. This time, when Marco noticed the clenching fists and arching back, he didn't stop. He did his best to simulate the colossal thrusts that signalled ejaculation, and the result was instant. He pulled his hand away as Ezra reared back and sat down, sending the dildo deep inside again. The power behind the massive spurts of jizz erupting from his flared cock actually made the condom he was wearing slip off slightly. After that, he simply sat there, panting breathlessly in pure bliss.

“Well...” said Marco, in awe over the performance he'd just witnessed, “After all that, the condom WAS a good idea. I could stand telling your mum that the duvet needs a clean... but it'd be a bit awkward explaining to her that we needed help to get jizz off the carpet AND the wallpaper as well!”

Ezra didn't answer. All he could do was sit there, full of his copy, and desperately catch his breath following the most intense and explosive ejaculation of his life. When he'd regained enough of his breath, he leaned over and gave Marco a long, loving kiss.
“Thank you,” he purred as he pulled back from Marco's scaly lips.

“I take it you like handsfree, then?” Marco replied toyingly, “I'll keep that logged for the future.”

Ezra carefully stood up. His knees felt like jelly, so he swayed slightly as he regained his balance. Despite Marco saying he'd loosened up, his hole was obviously still very tight – as he moved, the dildo refused to slip out in the slightest. He pulled his full condom off, tied it up and threw it into the wastepaper bin he now had beside his computer table. He looked back over his shoulder at Marco.

“I haven't yet had a shower this morning,” he said, “Would you like to join me?”