My Boyfriend the Horse

“Holy shit, that’s a horse. He’s dating a horse.”

That’s what everyone says. Kinda. I mean, they don’t say it out loud. Not unless I’m at a party or something, and they work up the nerve to ask about it. But the rest of the time, it’s in their eyes, and they might as well be screaming it. I noticed it the very day that Buck and I started going out, and it hasn’t stopped since.

I don’t blame them; the thought process must be quite a ride. *Oh hey, there’s a guy. He’s quite good-looking. Nice arms. Sexy beard. Yeah, I’d fuck him. And now let me just slide my eyes over to his boyfriend to see what he—holy shit that’s a horse!

To his credit, Buck did warn me. We’d taken a picnic set up to the national park, and we were sitting on a small grassy flat, looking out over the sunset, the city lights sparkling below us. I’d told him I thought we should date, and his beautiful brown eyes had creased and brimmed, and my heart had nearly exploded with love for him. He took my hand and told me that he’d love to be my boyfriend, but…and then quickly shook his head when my alarm at that ominous statement registered on my face and explained.

“Nobody’s as fetishised as horses. We’re the obvious fantasy for…everyone. Or, if we’re not a fantasy, we’re a threat. Coming to steal people’s girlfriends or wives or I don’t know what. So, you just need to know: if we do this, you’re going to get stared at. A lot. All the time; everywhere. And people are gonna make assumptions, and sometimes they’re gonna make you aware of those assumptions—whether or not you asked. It can be…a lot.” He’d looked concerned. “I’m not saying we shouldn’t do this! We should. Definitely.” He’d squeezed my large hand gently with his enormous one. “You’re brilliant, Liam. I want to be with you, and it doesn’t matter what others think. But I just want you to be prepared for…all of it.”

I don’t remember what I replied. Probably something love-drunk like let them come, I’ll push back ten thousand men just to see you smile. And I’ll admit, maybe I didn’t take him at his word at the time. I knew horses were still exotic and exciting, but this was the modern age, right? People surely had more significant concerns than obsessing over who horses dated. The only truly unusual thing about him, I felt, was his colouring. You didn’t get a lot of buckskins. At worst, I figured, people might look at him for that.

So wrong. Soo wrong.

People don’t just stare; they practically swallow you with their eyes. “Just” a stare becomes normal; glares become regular. Everywhere I look, my eyes cross someone’s line of sight. And you think, okay, they’re probably all looking at the eight-foot-tall anthro horse you’re walking hand in hand with—but a lot of them are looking at me. And that’s what really surprised me about it all. I’m upper-average at best, and I wasn’t getting this sort of attention before Buck. Plus, if I go out by myself, I’m basically invisible again. Its Buck being next to me that does it. It confused me for a good while…until, one day, I suddenly realised what it was. A good dose of jealousy, sure—I know, I am quite the catch, thank you for noticing—and few looks of disgust and even fear from people that clearly need some horsecock and open-mindedness in their lives. But mostly? The word I all but felt, burning behind those many anonymous eyes?

How?

So simple. I laughed when I realised that, when I finally decoded the confusion and desire in all those faces, and just like that, going out with Buck wasn’t awkward or weird any longer. It made me proud. I strut my stuff and glory in their looks. I love it. I love knowing the answer to that question and knowing how it would blow their little minds if they knew it too. I want them to look. I want them to strip my boyfriend naked with their eyes and imagine the fat, throbbing cock he hides between those massive thighs, and think that there’s just no way that beast could fit inside me, so I must fuck him. But surely a powerful stallion like that doesn’t bend for a human’s dick. So…what…? How?

Just wonderful.

At those parties I mentioned, when they get drunk enough to pull me aside and glance across the room at my mountain of a stud, standing very still and smiling as he engages in conversation, and ask me in their loud drunk whisper how we, you know, uh, you know…I just smile and taunt them. A straightforward sentence that simultaneously answers nothing and blows their equine-less minds in a way I’ll never get tired of watching.

“What makes you think he’s in charge?”

Slack mouths and blank eyes. Chef kiss emoji.

I started to want to go out. I became addicted to their stares—especially the ones that lingered that little bit longer. I treasured those, keeping them fresh in my mind until we got home, and I could let them bubble over. Or, if I really couldn’t wait that long, just whispering them into Buck’s ear while in public, leaving it up to him to stop his cock from growing obviously and impressively hard at the thought.

“Did you see that one guy checking you out?” I’d ask. My horse would always shake his head bashfully. He is so sweet, I should get cavities every time I swirl his big load around my mouth. After a lifetime of being stared at, he just accepted it as something that would happen. Somehow that made it even hotter for me.

“I swear he chubbed up just looking at you, Buck. Probably imagining you pushing him up against a wall and ruining his ass for all other cocks forever.” That would make him giggle and flick his ears and say that he was only glad people enjoyed looking at him. What a darling. Eight feet tall, more muscles than a beach gym, but a heart of nougat. His worry was only ever that the stares would discomfort me; if they didn’t, then everything was fine. He was delighted to be a sexual lightning rod.

More than delighted, even.

Valentine’s Day had rolled around again, and we took a stroll along the promenade on what had turned into a painfully beautiful summer’s evening. We hadn’t made any plans; we just thought we’d go wandering and see if anything struck our fancy. I figured the worst case was that every restaurant was full, and we had to go home and feast on one another instead. Buck, of course, was fine with whatever I wanted.

So, we sauntered along in the fading twilight, spume and crashing water to one side, lights and laughter to the other, without a worry in the world. The promenade was full of other couples enjoying the bright evening, and I nodded genially to them as we passed, taking note of the gay ones—especially those who did a double-take. I still owed Buck a Valentine’s gift, after all.

Two in particular caught my eye as they approached from the opposite direction, further down the promenade. A dark-haired older man—well, “older”; he wasn’t even forty—and his blonde boy-toy. They were lost in one another, giggling and touching each other. It made me smile, and I watched them turn into an Indian restaurant a little way further down from us. I wasn’t sure, but I had a feeling I’d seen the older guy before somewhere. An app, maybe? Hmm…

As we passed the same restaurant they’d entered, my horse tugged me to a stop. “How about here?” he asked.

I looked up at him. “You feel like a curry?”

He shrugged awkwardly. “I…guess. I mean, if you are.”

I took in his gaze, angled slightly away from me, then slowly smiled. “You know, I rather am in the mood for something hot.”

I took the big handsome lug by the hand and led him in, walking up to a handsome waiter who had been doing a poor job of not gaping at us. “Hi,” I said brightly, the waiter’s face flushing red instantly. “Table for two, please.” I pulled Buck closer and snuck an arm around him as the waiter gulped a response and fumbled to pick up some menus. “Got anything with a booth? My boyfriend’s, uh, bigger than most.”

“Y-yes, I, um, think we have, um, just…yes…” the waiter stammered, eyes flitting between my face, Buck’s, and the arm joining us. He led us to a corner booth, only once walking into another table on the way, and gave us our menus before dashing off to fetch us some water.

Buck gave me an amused look. “You’re naughty.”

I tapped the end of his muzzle with my opened menu, making him snort. “You’re naughtier.”

“Nu-uh.”

“Not? Oh, my bad. Guess I’m the horniest one then.”

“But you are.”

“Can’t be. I’m not a stallion.”

“Humans can be horny too. I should know. I have to live with one.”

“Oh no, that sounds wonderful. But still, we don’t lift our lips and flick our ears and advertise to everyone that we’re ready to become rutting machines who just want to fuck and fuck until every hole around is wet and dripping with our seed—”

His panting was quiet but audible. “You’re doing this on purpose,” he accused me in a low whine.

I blew him a kiss. “A little pre-Valentine’s gift for you, stud. I’m always looking out for you, Bucko.”

He shook his head in amused disbelief. “Thank you, Daddy,” he said in a sing-song voice, and I bapped the end of his muzzle again.

“Behave, or Daddy won’t give you somewhere to stick that cock tonight.”

He giggled, then his eyes flicked up, tracking something moving around behind me. I watched him over the top of the menu until he said, “I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Alright, handsome. Remember the rules: not yet.”

He nodded and got to his feet. “Be back now.” He trotted off, and I watched his cute tail swishing until a presence at my shoulder drew my attention—the waiter, with the water. I smiled and let him place it down.

“Can you give us ten minutes to choose?” I asked.

“Of course, sir.” He’d just about regained his professional demeanour. Better work on that.

“And you’ll be serving us, right?”

“Uh, yes…”

“Okay, good.” I smiled at him. “My boyfriend think you’re very pretty, you see.”

The waiter’s eyes grew large, and he snapped his hanging mouth closed after a few seconds. “I…uh…I need to…” He stumbled over a chair as he backed away, which was very endearing, and not helped by his hands clearly trying to hide a growing erection. I smirked and looked back down at the menu. I’d prefer we find a takeaway with more meat on it, but if that didn’t work out, I could find a way to make a meal out of him.

I looked up from the menu when Buck returned a few minutes later. “Hey. So, listen, do you want to share a—?”

I paused, taking in his expression. Eyes dilated. Nostrils wide; they flexed inward on each breath. His coppery fur meant even if he did blush—and he swore he did, underneath it all—nobody could tell. But I’d been with him long enough to pick up on the other signals that indicated the same thing. Confusion, perhaps, or excitement. But usually just arousal. A fair amount more arousal than my teasing earlier would account for.

I leaned in, menu forgotten. “What happened?” I asked softly. Buck’s ears flicked to me in surprise, and he awkwardly lowered his head. I felt a thrill run through my cock at his behaviour. Definitely aroused. Oh, hell yes. “Tell me, Buck. C’mon.”

He reached a hand up to grab a piece of mane, rubbing it between his fingers like gold thread. “When I was pissing,” he murmured, “there was…a couple.”

“Next to you?” Flanking him at the urinals, maybe? Chuckling as they undid their pants and held their dicks, growing hard as they stared unabashedly at my stallion boyfriend. Admiring his impressive cock, making bawdy jokes at one another as he stood helplessly between them, making him awkward and hard in equal measure until they reached out to roughly fondle him, just to say they’d felt up a horse…

“No. In a stall.” He huffed, nose flaring wider, eyes a bit distant as he recalled the fresh memory. “They were trying to be quiet. But I smelled them…and then I heard them.”

People don’t know that about horses. Or they do, but forget. Their sense of smell is so much better than ours. You can’t obscure anything with a strong scent from them. Fresh apple pie. Secret Valentine’s roses. Cum. They’ll smell it all long before you do. I leaned in closer, wondering if my eyes had grown as wide as the waiter’s had been. “What did you smell, handsome?”

“Sex.” Buck whispered it, as afraid the tables to either side might hear. I hoped they did. I wanted them to look over and see my boyfriend, hear him talking about people having sex, and feel a new lust burning in their bellies. I shucked one shoe off under the table and lifted my foot to Buck’s crotch, my toes finding a more-than-flaccid stallion penis under his jeans. He started and gave me a shocked look. “Liam!” he hissed. I just massaged his dick more intensely.

“Finish your story,” I said soothingly. I could see his breathing had accelerated, his nostrils now holding steady in jet-engine-intake position. His cock was still soft enough for me to press into it, stretching my toes to gently grasp it, and pull. “They were fucking in the stall?”

He nodded, eyes flicking nervously to either side. “Y-yeah. And, um…whispering to each other. Well, um, one whispered. One just moaned.”

“Bet you liked that,” I growled, and the throb in his dick was utterly delightful. “What did the other one say?”

Buck had to whet his lips before answering, and his voice had a beautiful quaver to it. “H-he was saying…um…” Another surreptitious look to either side, as if any of the people around us had any idea. They’d finished ogling us when we first walked in. “Fuck me with your horsecock.” His Adam’s apple bounced up and down like a twink on a toy. “And…blow your stallion load in me, daddy.”

“Another horse?”

He shook his head. “Humans.”

“Ah. Stealing your thunder. Should be you in there, handsome, pumping your dick into some horny guy.” I did my best to wrap my foot around his hardening cock, stroking its length with my sole. “Maybe we go back later, show him how a real stallion fucks a human, huh?”

His eyes widened as if shocked, but his dick betrayed what he really thought of that idea with two hard throbs. “Whatever you want, Daddy,” he murmured. I had to take a moment to compose myself, for fear I’d be unable to stop from ripping off my clothes and throwing him over the table to ride like a rodeo horse.

“We’ll see,” I equivocated. “We want to make sure you get a proper send-off for your long wait, don’t we?” Another throb. He wouldn’t be able to get up from his chair for a good while now. I pulled my foot back, smiling at him as he gave me an agonised look. “But you’ll have to be pretty quiet. Only the odd snort, and the smallest of whinnies when you cum in me. Else someone might hear us, and open the stall, and find us fucking.” I had to adjust my own pants by then, but it was worth it. He was completely torn between his hope that I’d make good on that promise, and his worry about being caught. He looked so cute; I could just eat him up.

Later.

I picked up my menu again. “So, I thought we could share a chicken salad starter?”

He opened his mouth to answer, but his eyes shot to the side, and he gave an instinctive snort. I casually turned to follow his gaze, seeing two men making an overly casual attempt to leave a bathroom at the same time. “Oh,” I breathed. The couple I’d seen outside. The tall fellow with dark hair—and bulging arms, helloooo biceps—was holding the hand of his somewhat sweatier partner. The younger man walked with a slightly ginger step, as if he needed to sit down—quite soon. That them?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Buck breathed.

“Hot.” I turned back, now sure of what I was going to do. But I wouldn’t tell Buck. I liked him in this state. Horny—more than horny—but unsure. Balanced on the edge, able to go either way. It made the final decision that much more…energetic. “Chicken salad, yeah?”

“…yeah,” he said distractedly.

I smiled into my menu and didn’t let him see.

Only after dinner, as Buck burped politely into his fist and I picked at my teeth with a toothpick, did I make my move. I’d kept a casual eye on the other couple throughout the evening. They’d spent it all at the bar, chatting and laughing. More than once I’d glanced over to see the older one—definitely the dom, I’d soon concluded—looking in our direction. He must have noticed my glance in return, but it didn’t seem like he would do anything about it. Not a problem; taking the lead was my speciality. I paid the bill, grinned as Buck gave the waiter a dazzling smile that made the young man look star-struck—that’d be the most he got of my horse tonight, though—and got to my feet with a yawn and a stretch.

“Home time,” I said.

He blinked. “Oh…okay.” I could hear the hint of disappointment in Buck’s voice, but his expression didn’t betray anything. He was too beautiful. I’d teased him with some raunchy fun, then acted as though I’d completely forgotten, but he’d not mentioned it once. He trusted me; if I had decided that tonight was not the night to break his streak, he would accept that. Oh, you wonderful stallion, as if I would be that cruel. I just want it to be a lovely surprise.

I reached for his hand and began leading him between the tables towards the exit. Just before we reached the door, I halted and turned to him, meeting his curious expression. “Wait a second!” I snapped my fingers. “Buck, I completely forgot! We didn’t have dessert.” I tugged him to the side, heading towards the bar, and the gasp I heard from him made me grin. I walked straight up to the attractive couple from earlier, sitting at the bar with their hands curled around half-empty glasses. Their conversation stopped as we approached.

I stopped in front of them. “Hi there. Good evening.”

“Hi!” the younger, blonde man responded eagerly. He was looking up at Buck’s height with wonder and no small amount of desire, while his companion met my eyes with a more contained look, as if unsure why I’d come here.

“Noticed you guys taking a look during the evening,” I casually explained.

The dark-haired man coughed. “Ah. Thought you might. Sorry if we made you guys feel uncomfortable.” He gave his partner—still gaping at Buck like a kid at a fair—a stern look. “We’ve not seen a horse before, but we shouldn’t stare.” His louder tone caught his partner’s attention, and the blonde man abruptly looked down.

“Oh, please, we’re used to it. I completely understand.” I gestured at Buck body. “This wall of muscle isn’t something you just ignore, right?”

The men looked at one another momentarily, as if I’d just confirmed some private fact for them, and I felt a fluttering in my belly. I knew that look. That was a suggestive look.

I looked over at Buck and smiled. “You don’t mind if they look at you, handsome, right?” I asked.

The horse had his hands entwined in front of him, sliding the fingers around one another like he’d just been caught doing something naughty.” Not at all,” he said softly. His eyes met mine for a second, and I got the familiar, silent consent I needed. Perfect. Now the fun begins.

I let the men admire my boyfriend a little more as I leaned against the bar and admired them in turn. Classic daddy/twink dynamic, I decided. The tall one was probably mid-thirties and worked out hard. His chest pushed the strength of his button-up shirt to its limits, and his nipples made it give up the fight entirely. His close-cropped hair had a very Tom Cruise, “Mission Impossible” look—the first one, not the hippie-hog look of the second. A lovely bush of hair poked out of the top of his shirt, and I could see a modest bulge at his crotch. Based on what Buck had overheard, he was packing something impressive down there. Probably didn’t find a lot of men bigger than himself. I hoped he wasn’t going to feel too outdone by an actual horse.

The younger guy was a stunner. Twenty-something, tanned everywhere that showed—a real one, too, not a Mr Tangerine spray job—and just the right amount of muscle. Probably more of a twunk than a twink, now I thought about it. Not on the level of his remarkably well-built partner, but if you slapped that ass, I bet it’d jiggle exactly right. Likely shaved off every hair below his eyebrows and rarely went a day without getting a load in him. Absolutely perfect for Buck.

“You two make a great couple,” his companion suddenly said, breaking the mildly awkward silence that had been building. His eyes had spent more time on me than on Buck, which was unusual. And interesting. “How’d you meet?”

“A farm.” Pause for the usual uncertain giggle, then: “Buck here sells farm equipment, and I’m a vet.”

A broader laugh at the well-planned joke. “Nice.” The dark-haired man gestured at himself. “I’m Kaspar, by the way, and this is Weston.”

“Liam. Pleased to meet you.”

We shook hands. I felt the slight sweat on Kaspar’s palm and noted Weston’s hand lingering just a little too long when he shook Buck’s hand. Even more promising. “Guess you guys are also celebrating Valentine’s tonight?” I waved the barman over and ordered Buck and me some beers.

Weston blushed and shot a look of adoration towards Kaspar. “Yeah. It’s actually our one-year anniversary, too.”

“Oh, congratulations!”

Kaspar wrapped a long arm around his partner. “Thanks,” he said, smiling. “Just dinner and drinks tonight, but next week I’m taking this one to a private tropical island for a week for a proper celebration.”

“Ooh!” Buck’s gasp of excitement made me smile. “I love tropical getaways! Well, apart from the sea.”

“Ever seen a horse with flippers on?” I asked the others genially. “Not a sight you’ll soon forget.”

“They make those?”

“Oh, yes. You need to ask for them, but sure. Got a sort of round thingy at the end that you can stick a hoof into, and a strap that fits perfectly around the fetlock.”

“Hmf!” Buck grunted. “Perfectly useless, maybe.” I patted his arm as the others chuckled.

“He’s just embarrassed, “I explained, “because the last time he tried some, one came off and he had to swim-hop all the way back to shore.” I grinned. “And then his swimming shorts tore when he bent down to remove the other one.”

Weston gasped, a hand to his mouth. “Oh, no!” Fucking adorable. Definitely a fit for Buck.

I nodded. “Yep. And I mean, they barely contained him before they had a huge tear in them, so…phew. A couple people got quite a show before I managed to find a towel. He had to do this hilarious waddle all the way back to the room, doing his best not to flash the entire resort.” I took a sip of my drink, watching the faces of the other two men. Kaspar kept his soft smile and his eyes on me, but Weston’s flicked instantly to Buck—and down to his pants. Got you.

“Point is,” Buck harrumphed, “there’s lots of reasons they’re dumb.” I smiled and kept quiet, letting him talk for a while. The horse was a fountain of amusing anecdotes and general knowledge, and always made new friends quickly. I watched those new friends as he spoke. They’d been under his spell the moment they’d seen him, I was sure, but it never hurt to make sure the ensorcellment was complete. It rarely took more than fifteen minutes of chatting to the charming stud of a stallion to seal the deal.

“You guys celebrating as well?” Kaspar suddenly asked me. I drained the last of my beer and nodded.

“Yes, indeed. Just a normal Valentine’s for us, though.”

“Nice, nice. I actually thought I saw you leaving earlier.”

And I bet that made you rather sad. “Well,” I said, “we were about to, but then I suddenly remembered we’d not had dessert.”

“Oh. That a Valentine’s tradition for you guys?”

I nodded and pushed my empty bottle along the bar. “Absolutely.” I looked up and met Kaspar’s stare. “Dessert is essential. Buck hadn’t had any for weeks now, and I think it’s time he had his fill.” I slowly licked my lips. “Why don’t you guys come over to our place, and we can enjoy some together.”

Kaspar and Weston’s eyes met, and the older man gave a near-feral grin. “What do you think, babe?” he asked. The younger man’s eyes were massively dilated; he’d been greedily taking in all of Buck’s height and muscle, and his slack mouth with its pretty pink lips made me want to grab his head right here and shove my dick into it. I let my eyes drop to his crotch to find a lovely surprise.

“Careful,” I murmured, staring at the twunk’s significant wet spot. “At this rate, we’ll have to find him a beach towel.”

Buck chimed in right on schedule with the special chuckle he saved for new people. I say ‘chuckle’, but it sounded—felt—more like a small, controlled earthquake. It reached right down into the registers a human’s throat could never hope to achieve and rolled out from him in soft, rippling waves that slid under the skin and made the heart pound. It was oily and sexy, and if it didn’t make your mouth dry instantly, then horses were not your thing. End of story.

Not a problem we’d have with these two.

“I’d say that’s a yes,” Kaspar said, the tip of his tongue wetting his lips as Weston giggled and touched himself.

“Well, then. Right this way.”

It didn’t take long to drive home, and twenty minutes later our guests were resting on our sofa as I shut the door and hung up the car keys. Buck had gone upstairs to get ready, leaving me to catch our guests up on how the evening’s fun would go.

I sat on the armrest of the armchair opposite them, letting my spread legs show off a promise of what I was packing as a small teaser. “Is Buck the first horse you guys have met before?” I asked. They nodded. “That’s fine. There are a few things to know, but I’ll explain when Buck gets back.” I looked over at Weston, who had the expression of a child who’s been handed a year’s supply of candy. “You’ve really never met a horse, Weston?”

“N-no. Uh…no.” He glanced at the stairs. “Just…you know, on television, or whatever?”

“Huh.” I drew myself upright, hands on my thighs, and met Kaspar’s attractive eyes. There was a look of relaxed confidence there that I liked very much. “‘cos Buck said you were begging for horsecock in the bathroom at the restaurant. Sounded a lot like you’ve tried some before.”

A gasp. “I told you! Someone stopped, someone heard us!”

“‘Fuck me with your horsecock’, I believe you said?” I grinned at Kaspar. “Mr Stallion. Delighted to meet you.”

He nodded his head in mock greeting as I laughed, and Weston’s face went redder than a summer apple. It was a good colour on him, but one I’d rather see on his well-used hole. “I don’t think we’ve ever had two horses in our house at once before,” I mused. “I sure hope you two studs can get along.”

Kaspar spread his big arms across the top of the sofa and shuffled down, legs wide, to make it easy to see the significant bulge in his pants. “I think the studs are going to find it really easy to get along as long as they both get what they need,” he rumbled. I had to shift my position a little for comfort at the sight of Weston placing a hand on his partner’s crotch and squeezing, giggling madly.

Fuck me, but I liked these two already.

As the three of us exchanged lustful looks and repeatedly adjusted our clothing, Buck reappeared. He seemed to be wearing the same clothes as before, but I knew that was absolutely not the case. Everything underneath would be gone. The thin t-shirt he wore underneath to absorb most of his powerful scent would be in the bathroom, draped over a hamper for me to use later to jerk off into. The double-stitched underwear he wore to keep his maleness under some semblance of control in public would be laid on my pillow for me to bury my face in as I fell asleep. So thoughtful.

I gestured at my horse as he took a casual stance in the middle of the room. “This is Buck, “I said. “My stallion.” I slowly orbited my boyfriend, as if demonstrating an interesting specimen in veterinary reproduction class. Which this very shortly would become. “There are a few things we just need you to be aware of to ensure everyone has fun tonight.”

“Lay it on us,” Kaspar said.

I smiled, then reached out a hand to rest it on Buck’s unmoving chest. “Buck is a horse,” I repeated. “An anthro horse. A proud and noble species that’s just as worthy, just as equal to, any human.” I paused, then slid my hand down his chest to Buck’s crotch, grabbing the mass of flesh waiting there. “Out there, that is. Out there in the world, that’s all true. That’s how I treat him, and that’s how I expected him to be treated by others.” I looked up at Buck’s face, staring calmly ahead. “But at *home…*who owns you here, Buck?”

“You do, Daddy,” he said meekly.

“And what do I say you are in here?”

“You say I’m an animal, Daddy.” His nostrils flared, and his ears dipped just a bit in embarrassment only from saying the words, even as his breathing accelerated from arousal. “You say I’m a horny beast, full of desire, who just wants to rut and breed every hole he can.”

I turned and stepped into Buck, pressing my hardening crotch up against his huge thigh, my fingers curling through his mane. “Am I wrong?”

A snort. “No, Daddy.”

“So,” I asked, turning away from him towards our two eager-eyed guests, now both visibly erect, “why haven’t you already grabbed one of these horny fuckers and bred them senseless by now?” That earned a deep moan from Weston, and I smirked. You are going to have one unforgettable night, boy.

“Because you’re in charge, Daddy, and I only do what you say,” Buck said compliantly. I let go of his genitals and gently patted the side of his muzzle, feeling him lean into my touch like it was all he desired in the world. Fuck, I loved this horse.

“Good stallion.” I faced our guests again. “Buck here breeds holes like his pedigree is jackhammers going back ten generations. But he’s not some dumb jock who fucks and then fucks off. He knows his place, and inside this house, his place is serving me—and those I tell him to service.”

Kaspar’s eyes widened, and he nodded slowly. “A service top stallion? That’s…quite a surprise.”

I walked over to where the two men sat and gestured for them to make a bit of space, then thumped down in between them with a grunt and extended my arms over their shoulders. “Trust me,” I said, “I know how lucky I am.” I blew a soppy kiss at my partner, and the big horse’s ears flapped about awkwardly. I could just eat him up. “Take off your clothes, handsome. Show the guys what they want to see.”

Buck nodded happily, undoing the buttons on his shirt to reveal his muscled chest and belly, then slipping the clothing off each arm with a roll of each giant shoulder. As he pushed his mane back out of his eyes with both hands, I played tour guide.

“You can see he looks pretty much like a human from the neck down, waist up. Anthros put on muscle a lot more easily than us, though. Buck only works out twice a week to get that figure, if you can believe it.”

“Well, shit,” Kaspar grumbled next to me, “if I wasn’t jealous before, I sure am now.” Weston merely giggled again, and I felt his hand slide over my lap and begin to grope me. I shot him an encouraging smirk.

“Anthro nipples are pretty sensitive,” I continued, pausing only briefly when Kaspar took one of my hands and placed it on his own chest. I took the hint and began stroking a thumb over the nipple poking fiercely through his shirt, making him groan with pleasure. “So, if you play with them too much, he’ll cum much earlier than you want him to. But it’s still fun to tease him with them, and if you give them a good twist just as he’s cumming…fuck, it’s like his flare swells to be as big as a planet.”

“His flare,” Weston groaned, staring in awe at the huge stallion as his hands stroked the hard length in my pants. “Oh, people say they’re so big. I wanna see it, please, sir. I wanna see his horsecock.”

“The audience has spoken, Buck,” I said, and the horse smiled and reached down to undo his pants. Our guests grew silent; I’m fairly sure Weston was even holding his breath because when Buck’s loosened pants finally fell to reveal his saggy balls and the inch or two of pale pink horsecock hanging from his sheath, the air exploded out of him.

“Ohhhh…”

I pointed. “Horse genitals are somewhat different from ours, of course. Balls are pretty much the same, but much larger. His orgasms are similar too, though the last part of the cum is much gooier. More like gel than human semen. As for volume: a big anthro stud like Buck will ejaculate up to half a litre. Depending on how recently he’s been allowed to, and how long he’s been teased by me.”

Buck shivered a little at my words, and I gave him a smile. “When last did I let you cum, Buck?” I asked.

“Three weeks, four days, Daddy,” he husked. He was leaking already, the thin, silver line of pre-cum drooling down from his flare to pool between his feet.

“I was saving him for Valentine’s,” I explained. “Moving on. As far as the cock is concerned…I mean, he’s a horse. Of course, it’s enormous. Fifteen inches plus a bit. The end is called the flare, and it gets massive when he’s fully aroused. You won’t soon forget the feeling of that thing fucking you.” A snort from Buck, and a moan from Weston. “Most of his cock is pulled up into his body right now, so you only see a tiny part of it. Buck has worked hard to learn how to control himself until I say so, so he’ll stay like that indefinitely. Until I say ‘drop’.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Buck said.

“Swing your assets for them a little, Buck.” The horse spread his legs wider and swayed forward and back, making his heavy balls swing and slap meatily against his thighs, while what length of his cock was visible just bounced and jiggled. I loved watching him swing himself. The motion really accentuated the heft of what he was carrying. If anyone watching him had forgotten the fact that he was a stallion, that one action would thoroughly remind them.

Weston’s fondling of my cock had flagged as soon as Buck’s pants dropped, and with his swinging, it had stopped entirely. I looked over at the sexy twunk and coughed, making him blink and glance at me as if he’d been caught doing something naughty.

“Sorry, sir.” He resumed fondling me, but anyone could tell what he really wanted—and, honestly, I wanted to see it too.

“It’s fine,” I told him. “You can go play with Buck if you want. Just take off your clothes first—and do whatever he tells you to.”

No further invitation was needed; Weston shot to his feet and stripped to his birthday suit in seconds, revealing a body almost as hairless as I’d expected—only a moustache of caramel-blonde pubic hair above his cock remained—and a very erect six-inch dick with a deliciously purple head that barely fit inside the tight foreskin surrounding it. I’d have given it a suck myself if he hadn’t quickly moved to stand before Buck and stare lovingly up into his eyes.

“You’d better be polite, boy,” Kaspar warned with a growl. “We’re guests here.” Weston quickly nodded and cleared his throat a little before speaking in a voice driven high by excitement and need.

“Hello, sir,” he said courteously to Buck. “May I suck your beautiful cock, sir?”

Buck looked down at the human who stood a full foot shorter than him, then lifted his head to look squarely at me with eyes that felt like they were pushing me back, against the couch. I met those eyes; savoured them. I could see the lust in them, his sclera almost gone, his ears perked high and nostrils wide, his mouth only a little open, the top lip pulled up just a tad. My horse was incredibly horny, but he was controlling himself—for me. He had placed his needs, his desires in my hands, and he had not wavered. I knew that trust like that was not able to be repaid with mere words, that what he had given me was far more significant than it seemed, but tonight all I could repay him with was with everything he wanted.

“He’s yours tonight, Buck,” I said. “Be his dom. Breed him. Make sure he never forgets.” I savoured the anticipation of what came next. “Drop for us, stallion.”

Buck gave a sigh of relief, and muscles across his body visibly relaxed. His full cock began slithering free of his sheath, dark pink and throbbing as it filled with blood. The flare was already bigger than either of his balls, and veins snaked along the length and around the medial like rivers in a valley. Weston shook as he watched Buck reveal his full masculinity, and I had a momentary worry that his legs would give in and drop him like a sack of horny flour. Buck was on the case, though; he cupped the young man’s cheek in one giant hand and looked down at him with a gentle smile that steadied the man’s legs.

“How rough would you like it, boy?” he asked softly.

Using the man’s preferred term made him seem to melt into himself a little with happiness, and the next look he shot my horse was adoring. “Control me, please, sir,” he begged, and Buck nodded and placed a hand on Weston’s head that forced him down to equine crotch level.

“Lick my balls, then, boy,” he commanded, in the same imperious tone I had him use on me when I wanted him to tell me to devour his ass. Every hair on my arms stood up straight, and I felt a dribble of pre-cum start to work its way down the inside of my thighs. Fuck, I’d leaked so much already that my underwear was soaked. Maybe I could give it to Weston as a souvenir or something.

“So, if my boy’s taking care of your stallion,” an expectant voice next to me asked, “who’s going to take care of me?”

One of my hands was still playing with Kaspar’s nipple, and I gave it a hard tweak as I reached for his belt with my free hand. Undoing it and pulling it down one-handed was only slightly awkward, but worth it when the fat cock inside flopped free to lie along his belly. I gasped, making him chuckle knowingly. It’d be a solid nine inches when hard, I estimated; a stallion of a man for sure. I took it in hand, feeling the blood-heat of it, the smooth contours of his veiny cockskin, and gave him a libidinous look before bending over to swallow the top two inches in a gulp.

I closed my eyes, savouring the taste of cock, as a hand came to rest on my head. He’d left a small sea of pre-cum under his foreskin, and I sucked it out eagerly, coating my mouth the sweet fluid. I sucked a little harder to pull the foreskin free of the glans, then snuck my tongue under it and ran it between the head and skin in lazy circles that made Kaspar grunt and tighten his hold on my head. In my mind, I gave a little smirk. Uncut guys always went wild for that trick.

After a couple of minutes, he got used to the steady flow of pleasure from his cock and focused on his boyfriend again. “How do his balls taste, babe?” he asked.

Deliciously wet smacking sounds had been issuing from the direction of Buck and Weston for a couple minutes already. I opened my eyes and turned my head to one side to allow me to keep slobbering over Kaspar’s fat dick while I watched the twunk worship my stallion. Weston was on his knees, hands raised to each support a massive testicle as his licked up the seam between them, moaning, sniffing, and licking the generous orbs with a hungry mouth.

“So good,” the younger man groaned. Not the most eloquent summary, I suppose, but he was distracted. I tickled Kaspar’s frenulum with my tongue to remind him I was there and pushed his cock a little deeper down my throat, letting a clench of my muscles massage his cockhead. He sighed and thrust a little into my mouth, but continued addressing his partner.

“Suck his cock, boy. Let me see you swallow that whole horsecock.” As if. He might manage four or five inches at best. Everyone underestimates the thickness of horsecock the first time.

Buck’s flaccid nine inches of equine prick hung to the side of Weston’s face, waiting for attention. The twunk let the balls fall and took the shaft in both hands—he could surround it with two hands for now, but that’d change once the stallion got hard—and pushed the flare into his mouth like it was nothing. An instant choking noise followed as he tried to get used to the mass, making me smile knowingly, but he was clearly an experienced cocksucker; only seconds later, he had the entire thing in his mouth and was working the horse’s swelling flare as best he could. I estimated three inches; a respectable first go. Dribbles of spit and pre-cum ran out of the corner of his mouth.

“Fuuuuck,” Kaspar breathed as he watched his boyfriend suck on my stallion’s beautiful prick, and the hand on my head pushed me down, as if trying to get me to replicate the act. Easy. After so long sucking horsecock, humans were a breeze for me. I relaxed all the necessary muscles and leaned forward, surprising the man as I swallowed his entire cock in one go.

“Shit! Ohhh, fuck me…oh, shiiiit…”

I clenched my throat, surrounding his cock with warmth, and started playing with his balls at the same time. I think if I’d kept that up, and bobbed up and down just a few more times, he’d have blown his load straight down my throat in no time. But that wasn’t where I wanted it.

I eased off, earning a sigh of relief from the stud—clearly, he’d been closer than I thought—and went back to watching Weston and Buck. The twunk had pulled his mouth free of the stallion’s flare as it swelled to dimensions no human could safely accommodate and had settled for licking and suckling against its side as it grew firm enough to stand up unassisted. Buck was gripping the twunk’s hair, keeping him in position—as if he wanted to be literally anywhere else just then—and gently thrusting to make his cock slide across the man’s lips and tongue for maximum coverage. Pleasuring them both optimally.

I could have watched Buck do that for hours. The horse was incredible when he was being the focused, attentive dom. His body was a tool to please others, and he wielded every part of it like a master. I’d seen guys be turned to mush as he trapped their nose in his armpits while fingering them, or cum just from listening to him—dressed in leather—call them his bitch and crack a whip in the air. And then, when it was done, the attitude would melt away, and he’d cuddle up close to you, and stroke your hair, and whisper to you how good you’d been, and ask if you’d enjoyed it, and blush when you told him how sexy he was. How a horse could be so hot and so cute all at the same time never failed to blow my mind.

And my ass.

I released Kaspar’s hot cock from my mouth and looked over at Weston as I licked my lips clean. “Is that pretty ass still full of your daddy’s cum from earlier, boy?”

“Yes, sir,” Weston instantly responded.

“Good,” I said. I got to my feet and stripped, bending over a little when Kaspar’s growled in admiration and stretching my hole wide for him to see the glisten of the lube I’d applied before Buck and I left for dinner. “I want to see my horse fuck it so deep into you, you’ll start pissing cum,” I told him. “Get to work.”

As Weston’s wide eyes stared up at me with a mixture of hope and disbelief, Buck grabbed the man’s arm and pulled him upright, drawing his attention. “Talk to me like you talked to your daddy in the bathrooms, boy,” he growled, and I saw a squirt of pre-cum jump from the twunk’s ramrod cock and land right on Buck’s nuts.

“S…s…” The overstimulated man’s mouth flapped loosely, and Buck—bless his heart—helped him out.

“What’s that? You want me to blow my load in you, boy? You want to feel my stallion cock rammed deep in your ass? You want me to bend you over and fuck you raw?”

For the second time, I was genuinely concerned Weston might faint, but Buck’s grip on his arm kept him standing. After a few seconds, he found the air to croak, “Y-yes, sir. Please, sir. Oh…oh…”

“Turn around,” Buck commanded.

As Weston got in position, aided by Buck, and prepared to get fucked by a dick, he probably had at least some second thoughts about, I turned to look at Kaspar. The man’s eyes were lidded as if he was drunk on the sexually charged atmosphere, and I gave him a naughty wink.

“Just a heads-up,” I said. “I’ve not had so much as a finger up there for over three weeks, so…”

He licked his lips. “So, you want me to take it easy on you…”

I reached for one of his nipples and squeezed it again. “Fuck no,” I growled. “Don’t you fucking dare. I’m gonna ride you like I ride Buck’s monster cock every fucking night. You’d better believe I want to feel every inch of you inside me after thirty seconds or I’ll make my monster stallion turn you into a fucking kebab after he’s done ruining your boy.”

Kaspar’s replying grin was fierce, and he spread his legs wide, his veiny red cock sticking up hard and inviting from his nest of coal-black pubes. “Stop wasting time, then,” he said. I quickly straddled him—facing Buck, to enjoy the show—and had about a second to feel his head position itself at my flexing hole before he drove his entire length up into me.

I screamed something guttural and delighted as I ended my longest dry streak since meeting Buck. It was as if I’d forgotten just how fucking good cock was, and welcoming it back into me made me vow, silently and instantly, never to do this again. Daily cock. Twice daily. Fuck, it: hourly. One, two, three…on the hour fucking. In, out, up, down. My head felt disconnected from the rest of me. I briefly reconnected to watch my body bouncing on that gorgeous nine-inch fuckstick, feeling the wonderful stretching inside—and then I stopped caring about myself, and focused on Buck.

Some people maintain old steam train engines. Keep them going, clean them, even run them on orphaned sections of old-gauge tracks on weekends for people to come and admire. The trains aren’t useful, but that’s not the point. It’s the joy of seeing this thing made to perform a task, still doing it—and doing it well. Some things are made to do one job and do it splendidly. And even things capable of many tasks can seem like they were precision-crafted to do only one when you see them in action.

Whenever I watch Buck fucking, that’s what comes to mind every time: a powerful old steam engine, doing precisely what it was created to do. He does so many things, and he does them all so well…but you only had to see him breeding once to know that this was what he was supposed to be doing. This was his purpose. He was born to fuck.

And it was magnificent.

Weston’s body leaned forward; he would have fallen flat on his face if he wasn’t supported by Buck, gripping the man’s hands with a hold I knew from experience was solid and unfaltering. The twunk’s head swung freely, jerking up and groaning with every thrust Buck made into him. He must have had experience with horse-sized toys or something similar because I could see that barely an inch of Buck’s pink horsedick remained outside of him on the inward thrusts. The boy was incredibly talented—and I said as much to Kaspar.

“He is,” the man confirmed breathlessly. He’d wrapped one arm around my body as his hips thrust into me, his fat cockhead striking my prostate on each thrust, head tucked in next to my arm to watch his boyfriend become a stallion’s mare. “And horny as fuck. I can barely keep up, some days.”

I reached down between his legs to fondle the man’s balls again. “Buck’s cock should help keep him satisfied for a day or two.”

“More likely he’ll just want it more often. Fuck…your horse is so fucking big…”

“Yeah, and Weston’s taking almost all of him. What a slut.”

“Funny, I was about to say that about you.”

“I’ll need you to fuck me much harder before I let you call me a slut.”

“So glad you asked.” Kaspar shifted back for leverage and started fucking me faster, making me swear and groan and twist about on top of him, trying to see how many different places I could find for that magnificent veiny snake of his to strike. Weston was moaning louder as well, his belly bulging every time Buck thrust into him as the stallion’s swollen flare spread the young man’s insides wider than they’d likely ever had to stretch before.

I’d been where he was, and I knew just what it felt like. The wonder of it, combined with the raw, bestial lust for more, more, more. The impossible size of the stallion’s prick; the way it merely entered, arrow-straight, and made your body bend to serve it. The simultaneously bizarre and blissful feeling of the flare’s knobbed edges scraping across stretched, sensitive flesh and overstimulated prostate. The feeling of clenching down and realising how impossibly full you were of a stallion—a stallion! A horse, inside you, going to breed you with his sweet, hot seed…

I had never been drunk with lust before I met Buck, and now I hoped never to be sober again.

“Faster…” I moaned.

“I’m…mmmf…I’m trying…”

“Cum in me like he does. Flood my ass…come on…”

“Fuck you…tight little slut…fuck your sexy ass…”

“D-Daddy,” Weston suddenly cried. “Oh, Daddy, he’s going to cum, Daddy, he’s so big…oh…ohhhhh…” He switched to addressing Buck directly. “Please cum, sir, c-cum in me, I want your cum…I n-need it…”

Even a horse virgin like Weston could figure out what the pulsing swell of a stallion’s flare growing inside him meant. His half-strangled, desperate begging for the horse to cum inside him ignited a triumphant fire in Buck’s eyes. He pulled the human backwards with a fierce tug on his arms, driving the final inch of stallion cock into him and making the full curve of his flare show through Weston’s distended belly. I watched his face—his eyes clenched shut, his mouth open—waiting for the giveaway that he was going to cum.

Almost…almost…

There.

Kaspar jumped and swore at the bellowed whinny accompanying my stallion’s climax. It was deafening, but I was used to that. My eyes dropped to the bulge in Weston’s belly, drinking in the sight of his flesh jumping as it was hammered from within by my stallion’s powerful squirts. I had been where he was, feeling filled to overflowing with a stallion’s jizz, and I knew there was no sensation to equal it. I could ride men for the rest of my days, and none would come close to satisfying me the way Buck did. There was an excellent chance he’d just ruined Weston for humans for life.

Not that they couldn’t still be awfully fun.

“He’s breeding your boy,” I said to Kaspar with deep satisfaction, tightening my ass and bouncing atop him rapidly. “Pumping him absolutely full of his cum. He’s gonna leak all the way home; hope you’ve got a towel to stop him ruining the car seat. Or maybe you can just eat him out before you go, and get a taste of how fucking good stallion jizz tastes…”

Kaspar groaned, his head dropping against my back, and I heard him panting and cursing as a new warmth flooded my hole. I grabbed my own cock, jerking it as fast as I could, taking in every part of the scene. The pleasant feeling of being full of cock; the slack-jawed wonder on Weston’s face as Buck continued to empty his long-restrained balls into him; the gorgeous smell of stallion sex suffusing the air. Mere seconds: my cum shot into the air like honey flicked from a spoon, splattering across the floor almost to Weston’s feet. The poor boy had cum as well, but I wasn’t sure he’d even noticed. I got the distinct impression he hadn’t been in control of what his body was doing from the moment Buck’s cock split him wide. The young man hung from Buck’s hold like a limp rag, impaled on my boyfriend’s equine cock, trembling and occasionally whimpering as his cock squirted out the last dribbles of what was almost certainly the most powerful orgasm he’d ever had.

I recovered first. I slowly pushed myself off Kaspar, making sure to let a fair amount of his cum flow out of me and make a mess over his pubes; I like a man with proper post-sex pubes. He lay back, sweaty, dazed and satisfied, as his cock shrank and my cum gradually oozed down to his taint. Satisfied, I turned to look at Buck and Weston. Buck still held the human tight; the man’s muscles had turned to jelly during the fuck, and he clearly didn’t have the strength to stand by himself yet. I reached between them and took the end of Buck’s cock in hand, pulling it free of Weston’s now-cavernous ass like a plug from a dike. The wash of semen following slapped wetly to the tiles, and I got to one knee and licked clean the mess it had made around his ass. I’d been denied a taste of my favourite liquor for weeks; having it on my tongue again made my head spin, and even more so when I took Buck’s softening cock into my mouth and sucked it clean as well.

I stood up when done, wiping my mouth clean with the back of my hand, and then kissed Buck.

“Amazing,” I told him.

He nickered and licked my cheek. “It was. Thank you, Liam.”

I helped him move Weston to the couch, letting the man lie happily, and blink up at us with a stupefied grin on his face. When Kaspar then got to his knees in front of his boyfriend, lifting both of his legs to kiss and suck at the horse-soaked hole, I imagine Weston felt he might genuinely have died and gone to paradise.

We left the lovers alone for a moment and went to the kitchen for a drink. I leaned against my boyfriend’s colossal form—now musky as a draft, every muscle taut with post-sex exertion—and sighed, listening to him gulp down a full litre of water. One of my hands played idly with his softening cock, getting it thoroughly smeared with the thick cum that yet oozed from his tip, before smacking a hand against his belly to leave the outline of my palm and fingers.

He looked down. “What’s that for?”

I shrugged. “Dunno. Just felt like it.” I used the rest of the cum to draw little circles around each of his nipples. “Maybe it’s, like…a horse tribal thing.”

“We don’t have tribes.”

“No, sure, but…if you did.”

He nodded understandingly. “Okay, handsome.”

“That’s my man. Er: horse.” I got on tiptoe to kiss him, taking the time to savour the taste of his mouth. “Happy Valentine’s, by the way.”

“A very happy one.” He sighed. “Don’t ever make me wait that long again. My balls felt like bowling balls.”

“And now?”

“Slightly smaller bowling balls.”

“What a transformation.” I peeked out of the kitchen door to see Kaspar and Weston fucking again, Kaspar’s cock now well-slicked with horse semen as he pumped in and out of his boyfriend, the two of them kissing passionately. Impressive stamina. Maybe I’d take him for another ride before they left.

“Shall we re-join them?” Buck asked.

I considered. “In a bit.” I hugged him, resting my head against his large pecs and sighing happily. “First, I’m gonna need you to break out Dom Buck and force me to make a meal of something I’ve been craving for weeks.”

He chuckled, then cupped my face in one enormous palm and looked into my eyes. I looked back, losing myself in the beautiful brown orbs of my wonderful stallion. I could hardly bear how my heart leapt when he spoke.

“Eat my asshole, Daddy,” he growled in his sexy voice, turning to face his ass towards me and lifting his tail. “Eat it until you cum.”

I sank to my knees before the powerful stallion, my mouth already watering. “Yes, sir. Right away, sir.”