I asked my friend for a favor. It was my birthday, and Roger was more than willing to oblige me. He and his three other equine model friends would hold back from masturbating for one week before Saturday. He need only show them pictures of me and they would oblige without question. I, also, held back a week, not even so much as touching myself when the occasional hard on would pass within that week, each time reaching a level of temptation and pleasure I never thought imaginable. We all met that Saturday evening, went out for a few drinks at a bar, enjoying discussions about business and sports. They were all so clearly pent-up, eager boys wanting a piece of me.
We arrived back to my apartment late, slightly inebriated and further pushed into the unbearable heat of horniness. Roger and his one friend, a pale horse, started groping me on a couch, the other two whipping out their erections and touching themselves, walking up to me. The spotted one touched his cock to my nose. I sniffed in his musk, my cock throbbing at the scent of the member that would later be inside of me. I gave it a few licks, along with his other friend. We all started to undress, eager and beyond erect. I’ve never felt harder cocks in my life, my paws grasping at my new friends, stroking them and slurping their cocks, hearing them moan and grunt at the touch of my maw.
Roger, under my direction, carried me to the bedroom. I told him to find some rope underneath my dresser and tie up my paws behind my head. I didn’t want the temptation to touch my own cock, only my new equine friends could if they were feeling reciprocal. I laid down the rules before they pounded my rump: only Roger could cum inside of me, the rest of them had to cum on me, anywhere they desired on my body. Each of my horsy friends took turns humping my rump, filling my hole with their massive and stone hard cocks. Oh, the show I must have put on, whining out in a girlish, high pitched voice, screaming at times. Those guys all gave me each a great fuck. The ones not humping me would either stand around and watch, or rub their cocks up against me somewhere, often in my maw! By the time Roger got to fuck me, we were all very close to our orgasms.
Roger sent me over the edge after he came inside of me, filling up my boy cunt with his overflowing seed. My cock spurt out its own seed, dripping slowly but powerfully. Watching me spurt set off everyone else, the others jerked off and came all over my body: my legs, my thighs, my tummy, my face, in my mouth. Everywhere, I was drenched with cum. The black horse’s cock hung close to my nose, his seed on my tongue, I sniffed his spent dick, licking it while I panted in the afterglow. A small bit of his cum rubbed off on my nose, the heavy scent of the jizz filling my nose. I lay back, happily pleasured, completely in control of the men who waited all week to fuck me. Satisfied, paws tied at the wrists, I’ve never felt more in control. And that was just round one.
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Welp I hope you like the story and the picture. I certainly like the picture!
Yeah, size queen stuff here, I know.
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