Following the experimentation with the dildo, Ezra was already undressed. After the water was warm, he simply opened the shower door and stepped awkwardly inside, the dildo refusing to budge from balls-deep in his ass. He then watched Marco slip off his pants and underwear, the refreshing warm water drenching his coat and mane.

“Why exactly did you want to join me again?” Ezra asked as Marco entered and closed the shower door behind him, “I honestly thought you would've just waited for me in my room, having already taken care of washing up or whatever.”

“Is it a crime to want a shower with my fuzzy little stallion?” Marco replied, wrapping Ezra's arm across his chest, “Besides, last time I was able to stay, your bathroom was off-limits while this shower was being put in. It'd be a good time to christen it and have our first actual shower together, no?”

“I'm not complaining,” Ezra absently caressed Marco's scaly abs, getting lost in the moment and the relaxing warmth of the shower, “I was just curious.”

“Well, Marco wants to get close and personal,” Marco lifted Ezra's arm and turned the stallion around, gently pressing down on his shoulders to say 'get on your knees'. “Let me wash you all nice and clean.”

“Wait, wait,” Ezra tensed his legs, refusing being lead into the crouch, “I've still got that dildo in me... I don't know if I'll be able to kneel.”

“You were able to stand up when you got off your bed, I'm sure you'll be more than able to kneel with it inside now. But if you really want it out, maybe squat down a little? It may help force it out.”

Ezra obliged, spreading his legs and squating haphazardly down ever so slightly. It seemed to work. The dildo gradually began sliding out of his anus, crawling its way ever so slowly to freedom.  The further it slipped out, the lower Ezra squatted to help it on its way, moaning as everything inside was tickled all over again... Then it suddenly refused to fall out further, stuck with its flare still inside.

“Um... could you help me?” Ezra looked back at Marco, who was watching in amused interest, “I don't seem to have the strength back there to get the rest of it out... I guess you could say that my pooper's pooped.”

“Yes, yes... bad puns,” Marco reached down and pulled the dildo out with a smacking, wet 'pop!' and a loud groan of pleasure from Ezra. “All you had to say was 'could you please pull the dick out of my ass' and leave the rest to me.”

Ezra now obliged with the request to kneel, so Marco got to work. He massaged shampoo through Ezra's flowing mane, scrubbed his torso down with body soap and all the while, gently kissed him in various places as he made his way further south. When he'd finished rubbing and caressing Ezra's torso, Marco knelt and made Ezra stand to begin scrubbing his legs, starting at his hooves and working up. Ezra filled in his idle time by rubbing the dildo with body soap to clean it.

Marco lathered and stroked his stallion's tail, the long hair draped over his shoulder. Then, he started getting frisky. As he cleaned Ezra's butt, Marco teased and tickled his boyfriend's anus, resulting in further small squeaks of ecstasy, shivers, and another raging boner. He then caressed soap over Ezra's heavy balls and using the slightest, gentlest massaging he could manage, washed along Ezra's shaft. He didn't stop massaging until another colossal eruption sprayed jizz up the glass of the shower door.

“I love how you're able to do that!” Marco squeed, “Blowing a load again so soon after another one! Do you keep yourself pent-up just for me or something?”

“Sometimes,” admitted Ezra, turning to kiss Marco's forehead, “My hand doesn't see as much use these days... it's no substitute for you.”

“Stop, before all this sickly sweetness throws my blood sugars out of whack!” Marco playfully pushed Ezra's snout away.

“Now... you wanted to have a shower with me, right?” said Ezra as he pulled Marco to his feet, “Well, it's your birthday, and you keep doing stuff for me. Let me return the favour, birthday boy.”

“Everyone keeps mentioning that name,” Marco said sarcastically as he allowed Ezra to turn him and push him down into kneeling position, “Who is this 'Birthday Boy'? He sounds fascinating, I want to meet him.”

Ezra copied how Marco had washed him, starting by massaging soap into the lizard's scalp. He dutifully massaged Marco's shoulders and back, scrubbed down his arms and caressed his chest and stomach, kissing the various body parts as he went. The young lizard had his eyes closed and happy smile on his face the whole time, lost in bliss.

Also just as Marco had done him, Ezra got him to stand and started washing upward from his feet, taking great pains to ensure in between those ticklish toes were well rubbed. Then, scrubbing up those scaled, tantelizingly feminine (yet somehow manly) legs got the young stallion excited yet again. After a good long caress of the thick, long tail, he paused.

“Would you mind if I tried something a little... different than normal?” he asked softly, “I've been wanting to try something, but wanted to save it for a special occasion.”

“As long as it doesn't involve piss or crap, go ahead,” replied Marco.

Ezra turned Marco around to face him. With one hand, his index finger went in circuits around the lips of Marco's vagina, while the other one gently tickled the iguana's anus.

“What's so different about this?” Marco asked absently, “Seems pretty standard to me.”

“This.” And with that simple word, Ezra stopped tickling and teasing and firmly grasped Marco's toned thighs, to help him stay standing should his knees turn to jelly in what was to come.

Then, he brushed his rubbery snout againt those tauntingly precious pussy lips, prompting a small gasp of surprise from Marco, who opened his eyes to watch what was happening down below. Ezra rubbed his snout up and down against that feminine crotch for a short while longer before he flicked the tip of his long tongue experimentally inside.

Marco felt that – he felt that big time. The sudden warmth of Ezra's tongue suddenly entering and exitting was overpowering. “Okay, maybe this IS a bit different,” he squeaked.

Ezra said nothing. Instead, he thrust his tongue in again, deeper this time, and swirled it about to tickle Marco's insides. The effect it had on the iguana was instant. He started gasping and moaning, quivering at the knees as they, as Ezra had anticipated, began turning to mush.

Marco was shocked. The way that tongue moved inside him – in and out, up and down, left and right... he was being pleasured in ways he had never expected. He couldn't hold on for long. Less than two minutes after Ezra's long, warm, wide, and loving tongue started probing inside him, he came, his pussy juices squirting all over Ezra's snout and face.

Ezra retrieved his tongue and licked his lips clean of Marco's juices. “Well, who's been keeping THEMSELVES pent-up, eh?” he said with a cheeky grin.

“No, it's not that...” Marco said shakily, quivering all over from the intense feelings still coursing through him. He was immensely grateful that Ezra was bearing the bulk of his weight with his hands; he knew he wouldn't be still standing otherwise. “It's just... in half the places you just probed, they've never felt that way. Sure, your cock is longer and I love it to bits, but your tongue, it's so... wide and... and warm, and it can move in ways a dick can't. I couldn't hold on.”

Ezra's grin widened. “Told you I was saving it for a special occasion,” he cooed, “Now, if I help you clean up your end, would you help me with my face?”

“What, you thought I'd let you waltz around with my juice all over your face?” Marco held Ezra beneath the chin to make him look into his eyes and made a show of overacting, “Darling, there has to be SOME subtlety, doesn't there?”

And with that, Ezra gently massaged soap around Marco's still-quivering crotch, washing away the evidence. Once he was done, Marco did the same to Ezra's face, being careful not to get soap in his eyes and nostrils. Once he was done, Marco turned the water tap off with his tail and knelt down, giving his lover a kiss on the snout.

“You know,” he said, “this morning I was wondering what would be different on my birthday this year.”

“And has it been different?”

“Oh, yes!” Marco shuffled across to embrace him, “All these past years – especially the hustle and bustle of my 21st  birthday party last year – I'd been panicking about my sister letting my secret slip, or someone walking in on me using the bathroom and finding out. Sure the parties have all been great, but that was still a burden, you know? A nice, quiet party with just yours and my parents and my sister, where everyone knows and doesn't give a damn AND with my all-time favourite stallion as a boyfriend? I think this year's going to be the best party I've had.”

“Aw, that's cute. I love it,” Ezra patted Marco's back as he returned the embrace. “Come on now, let's get dry and dressed. Mum and dad are probably going to be home soon, and as much as they love us being together, I'm sure the first thing that came to mind when they thought 'what do we want to see today?' is us wandering the house naked.”

“Yeah, alright.” Marco disengaged himself and stood up, then helped Ezra stand.

“Birthday suits first,” teased Ezra, gesturing to the towel rack on the far wall.

“Aha! You made a funny! Don't quit your day job.” Marco gave Ezra a light, playful punch on the shoulder as he moved past him to open the shower door. He grabbed a towel, threw another across the room to Ezra and the two dried themselves in friendly silence before leaving the bathroom arm in arm.

Marco sat on Ezra's bed, waving his legs back and forth like a schoolkid as Ezra dressed himself.

“Enjoying the view?” Ezra asked as he finished pulling on his shirt, “You seem awfully content there, in the nud.”

“In the nud? Nah, I'm nude, mate.” Marco giggled cheekily, then his grin dropped as he remembered the importance of what Ezra was telling him. “Oh yeah, my pants are in your bathroom, aren't they?” 

He headed back to the bathroom, hearing the telltale signs of a car pulling into the driveway. He had planned to return to Ezra's room to give the huggable horse a show like he'd received, but time had run out. Hopping about in his haste, he pulled on his underwear and pants and rushed back to tell Ezra. 

“Oi guvnah,” he said, popping his head around the doorframe, “your parents are back.”

“Oh!” exclaimed Ezra in shock, “We were fooling around for THAT long?! What's the time?”

He looked at his bedside alarm clock. It had been that long. The clock had read 08:13 when the dildo had entered his ass, and it now said 10:55. Apparently prostate pleasing and dual showering took longer than expected.

“Should we go help them unload those groceries they said they were getting before they left?” asked Marco.

Ezra nodded, and they rushed outside to greet his parents.