I was woken up by the sun shining through my half opened blinds and directly onto my face. I stirred, a little annoyed that my relaxing sleep was interrupted, but tried to ignore the sunlight by pulling a blanket over my head to block it out. I lay there for a few moments, hoping to be able to drift off to sleep again in short order, but instead jolted upright, realizing that I had messed up. I glanced over to the clock on my bedside table to see that it was, in fact, Friday, and I only had about 10 minutes before the school bus was to arrive at the bus stop down the street from my house. I quickly jerked the blankets from sleeping form and made my way into the bathroom, determined to at least brush my teeth before taking off. It was only when I reached the mirror did I realize that I had one hell of a case of morning wood.


To many, this would not seem like as big of an issue, but when you have an erection that is pushing a foot and a half in length? Not so much. I grunted in annoyance, but things could be worse. I was lucky that I lived in the secluded little town of Warrensdale, or I would have been in a bit more of a situation. Here, something as typically intrusive and obscene as a massive throbbing erection were but slight annoyances, at least for someone who did not have the time to take care of them. The town was founded many years ago as an oasis for those morphics with rather particular physical needs, namely those that had strong sexual instincts or those whose biology led to difficulty concealing oneself. 


Being a black equine of draft descent, I fall into the latter group with vigor, all the males in my family being well endowed even for horses. In the whole town, nudity is not only allowed but in many ways encouraged, as it is the natural state. Sexual acts, so long as they are concentual, are allowed almost free reign as long as it does not cause an obstruction or danger to those around you (i.e. in the middle of the street, on a construction site, etc.). Children are raised to not fear their growing bodies or suppress new sexual urges, and are instead taught to direct them in healthy ways. Morphics like me don't have to worry about uncomfortable “Equine Concealment Garments” or else have an inadvertent erection landing them an indecent exposure punishment. It was quite the life.


Right now, however, my primary concern was the fact that I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry, so my throbbing stallionhood would have to wait. Thankful I had prepared my school bag the night before, I rushed down the stairs as quickly as hooves allowed, ignored the playful jabs at my present situation, and ran out the door and down the street. As I raced down the sidewalk I could tell in the distance that the bus had yet to arrive, as there was still a small group of other students waiting to get on. Saved by a slow driver, apparently. I still did not slow down, though, as I wanted to make sure I was at least in line for the bus before it got there. I must have looked rather hilarious to anyone who wasn't familiar with the difficulty of maneuvering with a large equick dick: To prevent any uncomfortable, or even poorly timed pleasurable slapping, I had to hold my erection close to my belly as I ran. The friction of it rubbing against my fur was just enough that it was likely not going to go down, but I at least wouldn't have to worry about making a mess as I ran.


As I finally reached the stop, I started to slow my pace, thanking my equine heritage for plenty of endurance. I was breathing somewhat heavily, but I was far from panting at the half mile sprint. On approach, some of the other students turned their heads to see who the new arrival was, a few chuckling as they saw the state I was in. One of my buddies, a shorter tan staffordshire terrier named Jake, waved me over and gestured to my crotch, which he was just over eye level with.


“Late morning?” He teased.


“Yeah…” I replied, finally letting loose the thick length, letting it hang, stiff in the cool morning air. Hopefully the lack of stimulation from rubbing against by belly would let it go down a little. “I missed my alarm and didn't have a chance to paw off before heading this way. It’s gonna be like this till 3rd period when I have my first break…”


“Ouch, that’s rough. I mean, I could help you out once we get on the bus, you know.”


“Really?” I said, sort of surprised. Jake is usually an incorrigible ladies man. It’s not like we haven't experimented a bit here and there, we have known eachother since the first year of middle school, but he usually didn't seem to take to it.


“Sure, what are friends for?” He said with a wink. “Plus, I know what it’s like to have a bone that doesn't wanna go down. Knot, remember?”


Realizing that I was going to be able to get off before we got to school made my length give up any notion of at least softening up somewhat before we got to school, and was now standing proud as ever. The bus rolled up only a few seconds later, and we boarded quickly, finding two unoccupied seats by the rear of the bus. A few couples were fooling around, as is normal fare on the morning ride to school, and there was already a decent amount of chat amongst the passengers. Good, at least if I am a little loud I wont have to be as embarrassed.


“Tell me you are at least clean, right dude?” Jake said as he took his seat next to me.


“I showered last night, but don’t worry, a little musk never hurt anyone.” I said.


“Tell that to someone without a dog’s sense of smell.” Jake replied. Only half joking, sniffing as he leaned over to me and ran his broad, flat tongue up the side of my shaft. “Good enough. I’ll try to be quick, OK bud? But remember, I don't usually blow guys, so…”


Just the one lick caused me to give a strong throb, a small drop of pre forming at the head of my dick. “Honestly, I don’t think you are gonna have to be a pro this morning. I’m riled up enough you could probably be a virgin to this and get me off. Now less talk, more suck. I don't wanna have to fight being horny through English class.”


And on that note, Jake got to work. He really is a good friend, being willing to suck me off to cool me down before school. He was right, he's not the best, but goddamnit if it wasn't helping. He bobbed his head a few times, his canines scraping inexperienced against my cock, but not in a painful way. A little while in the bus hit a bump in the road on one of his downward bobs and he inadvertently deepthroated me, gagging and sputtering a bit. Though I know that was uncomfortable for him, it was great for me.


“Unf… More of that please, fuck!” I said as he pulled off to gasp for air, coughing a bit. He continued to jerk me with one of his paws while he rubbed his neck with the other.


“Grk, Uh huh, in your dreams.” he said strained. “*cough* It's almost half as long as I am tall. You’re lucky you are my friend.” With that he went back to bobbing the head of my horsecock in and out of his mouth, continuing to work the base of my shaft with his paw. It started to look like we were getting close to the school, only a mile or two out when I finally started to flare up, getting close myself.


“Almost there bud… You ok with swallowing?” I said, moaning a little as I approached my climax. As if to answer, Jake pushed his head down as far as he could and began to tongue the nub that surrounded my urethra. OK, so that was a yes. At least he remembered that that was one of the spots that got me off the quickest.


“Oh fuck, yeah, here it comes…” I said with a grunt, my balls pulling up in preparation for the now imminent orgasm. “Sorry, I gotta… gotta…” I grabbed onto his cropped ears and pushed his head down that a little bit more, so that the flared top of my cock just pushed into the back of his throat. He didn't struggle, knowing that i get a little rough when my climax takes over, though he tensed up a bit as the head of my penis practically bloomed with an even wider flare as the first jets of my seed started to spray into his throat. It must have been six or seven good shots, but I had to fight the urge to thrust even deeper down Jakes thoat for the sake of his gag reflex, so I lost count. As the bus finally started to slow down on the last few turn to the school, my flare had started to deflate, my horsecock beginning to shrink as well, as I withdraw myself from my friends mouth.


“Ugh, god, I forgot how that tongue thing set you off.” Jake said, wiping the last traces of unswallowed horse cum from his lips. “Now I’m gonna taste you all day.”


“Please,” I said panting a little bit, “You liked it. You wouldn't have volunteered your throat for me if you didn’t.” I added with a bit of a grin. He just shrugged it off, not caring to refute that last statement, and gathered his bag along with me as the bus pulled in front of the school to let us off. A few of the other students departing with us looked a bit ruffled, some dicks still in the process of returning to the sheaths same as mine, so at least we weren’t alone in getting a little bit of relief this morning.


As soon as we entered the school building, Jake tapped me on the side. “I gotta head upstairs for my first class, but you’re welcome for helping you out this morning.” he said, before a glint of something else shone in his eyes. “But, uh, don’t think you don’t owe me alright? Come find me during lunch, ok big guy?” At that I glanced down to Jakes crotch and noticed that even though just the very tip of his canine erection was sticking out of his sheath, there was an unmistakable bulge of a fully engorged knot within his sheath. He grinned a rather mischievous grin, and headed towards the stairs. If he's been like that all morning, that means he's in the same state as I was. And if what I have heard about a knotted up sheath is true, if he leaves that till lunch… I'm in for a rough ride.