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The music was too loud, the clientele too young, and the drinks were too fucking expensive. Apart from that, I was having an awesome night. Standing by the bar I sipped my beer and eyed up the androgynous beauties sharing their witty put downs and their mixed drinks. I scowled, and won a smirk and a shrug of the shoulders from the bison on the bar. We exchanged meaningful looks.

Come to think of it, the bison was definitely more my type. Big, nice broad shoulders and some padding to his chest, fat nipples poking at his work top and a smattering of salt and pepper in the whiskers at his muzzle. He also had a pair of horns that I just wanted to nibble.

I gave him my best come hither look, the shared moment of comment on the club full of young wannabes turning to something more promising in my eyes, or so I hoped. Instead he gave a sort of regretful pout and held up one meaty hand. I spied a nice shiny ring, in some sort of no nonsense metal like stainless steel. Fuck, that little touch just made me want him more. I bet he had no sense of fashion, no architecture magazines in his bathroom or artful prints on his wall or tickets to the fucking opera. I bet he fucked like a fucking demon and a had a leather harness and his crotch smelt of sweat and musk and the stink of well conquered asses. Fuck.

I was a middle aged rhino, something of an oddity here I knew and way out of place in this temple of youth and heroin chic bodies. Not short, I looked shorter than I was thanks to my broad physique. It had its advantages of course, and I loved fucking guys like me, big uncompromising guys with muscle and bulk who could fuck like nothing on earth and who I didn't have to feel I might break if I went too hard. There was the other reason I preferred them over the twinkies, the one that troubled my mind. The bison had my blood boiling, and my loins aching in that special way. I mentally chided my loins and willed my incipient hardon to calm.

Scowling, I downed half my beer and turned to walk away. I ran straight into another patron.

"Fucking clumsy oaf, watch where you're going cunt and....oh...my fucking...GOD!"

I slammed into him chest to chest, and knocked his beer, half of which splattered on the designer concrete flooring. It probably didn't matter, there were far more questionable fluids all over the place, and no carpet to stick. I kind of missed those days, of clapped out pubs with ancient orange carpet made sticky from too many spilt pints of VB and old bastards sitting at the bar with the formguide waiting for race 3 at Dapto. Instead we had these designer shitholes with distressed timber and steel and a Vespa hanging from the roof.

Trying my best to defuse the situation, a made sure my unintended victim was ok and offered to buy him a beer instead of having to beat the shit out of him if he went the knuckle as the stupid young shit sounded like he was contemplating. He had stopped in mid rant though, and now he was staring at me. I stared back, and my eyes went wide to match his.

"Fucking hell it's Peen! I mean...Mister Pienaar, good to see you again!"

Of all the fucking shit.

"Wish I could say the same Brent, wish I could say the same."

His eyes clouded a little then, but he still had a stupid lopsided grin. I really, really wanted to wipe that smirk, not for the first time.

He had been one of my students, only a couple of years ago. A colt, now a stallion I saw, he had been a tall and very thin quarterhorse with chestnut coat and bay points and a mane that flapped about like an emo apocalypse. He hid behind his forelock and gave me those stupid looks, and then his muzzle would invariably come up with some joke at my expense. Thanks to the workings of my own personal demon I had him for P.E and for Geography, and he gave me pure fucking hell in both.

He had changed, I noted with interest. For starters, the mane was extremely well tended, braided and threaded with little strands of ribbon. It was fashionable amongst the more self confident equines these days, and he seemed to fit the bill. A single stud earring in his left ear, a small loop ring on one eyebrow, a short chin tuft in black fur, and he was wearing a very nice outfit with an embroidered shirt and black pants and dark leather hoofboots. This was not the unkempt doofus I remembered teaching.

The bastard was also noticeably different in other ways. He was broader for a start, in this shoulders and chest in particular. He had been a total stringbean, and I had taken to calling him "String" in class, as part of a war of words we waged for control of the classroom. He called me meataxe to my face, and fatso behind it, and he also championed the nickname 'peen' derived from my surname Pienaar. He loudly proclaimed that all rugby players were thick, not looking at anyone of course, an d when called on it, looked innocent as only an adolescent colt can.

I responded with detentions, visits to the headmaster, talks with his parents, laps on the field in P.E, pushups, and as the war heated up, I met him on the field of rheotirical battle and belittled him wherever possible. The cocky shit never seemed to think that a forty plus year old had his measure in put downs, insults and general psychological warfare, and even as a rhino I knew how to separate one from the herd.

I made sure they were laughing at him, not with him. His scrawny frame was my canvas, as I knew from other students he was sensitive about his lack of bulk. I was not proud of what he pushed me to, but I did not regret the measures I had to take to keep control of my own classroom. For a teacher, that was the alpha and omega.

He seemed unfazed at meeting me now, which intrigued me. I was certainly not unfazed about him even after two years.

"Mister Pienaar...what have you been up to?"

I pulled him over to the bar and ordered the replacement beer I promised him. He asked for the most expensive on the menu, and gave me a wink. Some things don't change, especially in a cocky colt like this. He swished his long black silken tail, and gave me a long searching look, and sipped his drink. Then he struck up a conversation. I was determined to be polite, but no more.

"Still teaching Brent, and you had better call me Jan now. Mister Pienaar was for then, and you rarely used it anyway I remember."

He had the grace to look a bit embarrassed and mumbled an apology. I unbent just a fraction.

"You were a cunt too though Mister....I mean, Jan."

I had the grace to acknowledge it as well.

"Yes Brent, I went further than I should have. You know you pushed the envelope more than anyone I had ever encountered though, and I should have pulled you up harder earlier. You were a menace, and a total babbelbekkie as we used to say, and a total cuiter. I just didn't know what else to do."

"You called me those things a few times. I had to look them up. Afrikaans! What's the use of swearing at someone if they don't know you're doing it?"

"As a teacher its very useful colt. Very useful indeed."

He smiled finally, and clinked his beer to mine. I needed another one, and he even agreed to pay. I was certainly intrigued now, and of course, there was the obvious to wonder about. We were both standing in a very gay club amongst a very gay clientele while podium dancers in fluoro jockstraps danced to bad house music and an attendant with a whip sprayed them with water from a giant backpack dispenser. The question wasn't so much begged as screamed, but somehow I couldn't say it.

"So were you always gay mate?"

One thing about this stallion, just as when he was a colt, I never had to wait long for him to open his muzzle. I should have known he would be the one to go there. I gave a sigh and decided to play it straight; or gay, as the case may be.

"Yes Brent, since I was in school back in South Africa I knew. When we came over here when I was sixteen, I thought at least it might be better. In South Africa then, especially in a private school for rich Afrikaaners, gay was totally taboo. It was unheard of. I was totally in the closet then, and I wanted not to be so much. Unfortunately, eighties Australia was no better I found. I didn't even kiss a guy until I was in uni."

He looked thoughtful and nodded and sipped. I realised he was going to need some prodding.

"I didn't suspect you were that way though. Didn't you have a string of girls in school? I remember that lynx in your Geography class, and the doe in your PE class..."

He looked uncomfortable now and his ears flicked in a quite cute way. Equines always fascinated me, and it was the ears that did it most. They should never play poker.

"I knew I was gay, mostly. I liked girls, mostly as friends..."

"Or as an audience..."

He acknowledged the retort with a twitch of his eyebrow ring and an open palm.

"Yeah, that too. I found I could have them eating out of my hand, and I was a better friend and partner than any of the meathead....sorry, football types."

"We are notorious. All that exercise and healthy living, it rots our brains and turns us into cunts. But please go on."

"Errr....anyway, I liked girls, I liked being their mate mostly. When it came to the sex stuff, I could do it, but something was missing."

Now I had to laugh, imagining this stud in such a bind.

"Who was first....just settling a bet, that's all. The staffroom speculated a bit, and I really want to be able to tell Mrs Weynbridge the maths coordinator I was right. Tell me I was right."

"The lynx, Shelly. She got me in her bedroom and went all predator on me. Ended up mounting my cock while I just lay there kind of fascinated. Had to think of Wayne Shenton the whole time to keep it up."

I sprayed beer out my nose then, and he slapped my back solicitously. He even bought me a new one.

"So Peen...sorry, Jan. Were you right?"

"No, I had my money on Jessica Blackwood. I certainly didn't have my money on Wayne Shenton." The last was said in genuine shock, and wasn't really meant for the open. Wayne had been the biggest meanest footballer in the school, a bruiser and a bully. Not who I thought of as potentially gay, let alone the wet dream of my little pony here.

He seemed to get the incongruity of it too and laughed.

"Yeah, Wayne was thick as two short planks and a total retard, but fuck you should have seen him in the changerooms. I like 'em beefy...and built in all the right places."

He held a hand out from his groin a fair distance. I had no trouble imagining the bull's primary attraction.

"Better not tell Mrs Weynbridge then. I'd hate the cow to know she got something right."

The colt really was insufferable, but I found myself laughing along with him, and the beer felt great in my muzzle too. I even began to hate the loud music less, and the audience, especially when some of then began giving me admiring stares and occasionally jealous ones.

I stood back a second and reevaluated my drinking buddy.

"No...just no..."

I had to say it aloud to make myself believe it. He was not what I usually went for, of course, though he as a hell of a lot closer now. He must have been working out since uni, because the thin gangly colt had definitely put on bulk. He always had nice big thighs, and a very pert ass. I had noticed, and hated noticing. Now he had begun to grow into his frame, and also into his life it seemed. Every now and then one of your students surprises you, and he had a little.

My mental blocks were still on hard though, even as the beer dislodged them a fraction. One reason I went for the big bulky older guys all the time, was that I was conditioned not to want guys who looked like my students. It didn't matter if they were a thirty year old twink, a twink reminded me of the line I couldn't cross. And yet here was one of my ex students, albeit now twenty and filled out and ostensibly mature. The internal conflict was strong.

We chatted on, and I didn't mind that I was missing the big strip number where the podium dancers took it all off. The rest of the clubs patrons were up there worshipping the studs. I eyed them with a more jaundiced view; the tiger on the left was clearly a roid user, and the bull on the right looked like he was bored enough to fall asleep. Neither did it for me, though they were at least bigger types. All sculpted muscle though, and nothing to hold on to in their hearts or their bodies.

My ex student was watching too, and moving to the music. I watched him for a while, it was far more entrancing than the show. He sort of writhed, an easy silken movement, his tail and mane bouncing, and the fresh muscles under his clothes showing themselves against the fabric. I sucked down a whole pint and laid the glass on the bar.

"Come on Peen...time to make it up to you."

I had no chance to ask him what the fuck he meant before he grabbed my hand and pulled. Somehow unable to say no, I followed him into the bathrooms. He pulled me into a cubicle and closed the door, turning the lock with a metallic snap.

"Under no circumstances...mpfgh!"

Stallion muzzle contacted my stubby rhino muzz and I felt soft equine lips and tongue. We were kissing, and I kissed back, tasting the beer on him and feeling his tongue invade like a German into Poland.

His tongue wasn't the only thing invading either.

"MPFGH!"

"Shhhh....relax Jan...think of it as PE. Warm-ups are important...you always told me that."

His hand slid under my shirt, and over my belly. He tickled the thick bush of hairs around my navel, then the ones under, rougher and more curly, and then he followed the trail under my waistband and into my jeans. I was hardening already under the effects of his ardent kissing, and when he insinuated his fingers inside my boxers and found my cock I shot to full erection in no time as he stroked my long neglected length. Before I could stop him, he pulled my cock from my jeans, open to the air, and wrapped his palm around the head.

"Fucking hell...Brent, what the..."

"Payback Mister Pienaar. Long overude...by the way, I loved looking at your bulge in those shorts you used to wear for gym. Always wondered what it looked like. Even jacked off imagining you a few times, and I'm not disappointed believe me."

He kissed me again as he worked my length. I had a nice floppy foreskin and he seemed fascinated by it, sliding it back and forward over my rapidly swelling head. I moaned into his kiss, unable to resist the need to buck my hips and fuck my cock into his waiting hand. He giggled and held me tight, stopping me taking control, then he fumbled with his own clothes.

"There...hows that?"

"Ohhh fuck..."

I felt him then, a long thin horsecock, the flesh so hot and so alive. He held us together, rubbing his flare over my exposed head, frotting wildly with little jerks of his horsey hips. Then he rubbed our balls together and jacked us off at the same time, his heavy stallion nuts rolling against my leather sac.

"Should have sucked you off in highschool..."

"No Brent, no way I would have let you try it too." Fuck, I was amazed I was letting him try this now. The beer was partly to blame, but also other things. Vulnerable, lost, I needed something. As the guy who most of all saw himself as the strong, giving type, it hurt to need, and it hurt even more to find it in the arms of one of my former students. I could ignore the pain though in the light of the sensation of horse cock touching me like this.

"Feeling good Jan?"

"Uh huh...wait...what...ohhhhhhh...."

He sat back on the toilet, and gave me the hottest look I had ever seen. Then he bent his muzzle to me and blew warm colt breath on my leaking tip, opened those soft sensual lips, and slid them right over the head of my cock and onto the stretched skin of my foreskin at the top of my shaft.

I reached out and leaned against the far wall, uncertain if I could stand it for long. My thighs buckled, and I stifled gasps and cries that would have alerted the other patrons to what was going on. I heard similar sounds from other stalls, so I knew it was not unkown here, but I was embarrassed anyway. I had never done public sex before, not once. It wasn't me, not at all, but somehow, tonight I didn't give a fuck. I just didn't want to broadcast my orgasm like the lion in the stall to my left.

He slid his muzzle down my shaft. I was proud of my cock, and I knew it wasn't the longest, but it was definitely a winner on thickness. I was worried he might struggle, but the colt was good. He was very good. He was fucking amazing.

Bobbing slowly on my length, h deep throated me expertly, then slid up to focus on my head and just under, the most sensitive parts. His hands were active too, one jacking my shaft, the other on my nuts. He tickled the underside of my scrotum, which made me choke back a yell, then he slid a finger up behind and teased my hole. I slapped his hand with my short tail and felt the buuildup reaching a climax.

Then the cunt pulled off and gave me a wink.

"Wha...please don't stop..."

"Nice and close Mister Pienaar?"

"Fucking hell yes...keep going!"

"See, I want your phone number. I want to catch up again after."

"Fuck that Brent, I'm not going to..."

"And just so we're clear Sir, if you don't, I don't give you your happy ending."

The sick bastard had two fingers on my foreskin then, just ever so slowly rolling it back and forward, over my tingling cock head and back, driving me mental. I jerked my hips to try and bring an ending and he cupped my nuts and squeezed hard, making me yell finally.

"Got you by the balls Sir..."

"Fuck!"

"Number please..."

I relented. I had to.

He pulled out his phone and typed in a text. My phone sitting in my back pocked buzzed obligingly. He nodded satisfied.

"Always were an honourable guy Peen. We all admired you for it, you know. Even me."

I felt anything but honourable with the stallion sucking my cock but there you go. He went back to work, his perfect hot muzzle sending waves of pure pleasure down my shaft. He had his own cock in his hand now, and I heard the squelch of a stallion jacking off, and I could see the swollen flare now looking huge as he built to his own ending. The cubicle echoed to slurping smacking sounds of wild head, and the slither of colt hand on cock, and the tang of semen.

He went down to the hilt on me and I felt his tongue all along the underside of my cock, the heat and suction too much. I shot, filling his muzzle, emptying my needy balls into his tormenting throat. He gulped it all down, never losing his spot with his nostrils flaring against my pubes and his lips against my nuts. He even slid his tongue out to lap the underside and make me stomp a hoof in agonised pleasure.

Shaking all over, he pulled off me, and stood. I felt his muzzle on mine, a kiss laden with my own spunk, and his cock against mine again, now harder and bigger and twitching.

"Uhhh..uhhhh....uhhhhhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhh"

Hot wet liquid splashed everywhere, all over my belly and groin and my spent cock, a bath of pure colt cum all over that felt like someone had poured heated honey all over my junk. I smelt the stench of raw stallion jizz fill my nostrils. My horn almost quivered in delight.

"Fucking hell...that was hot."

I had to agree. It was also messy. I looked down at my ruined attire, my jeans now covered in droplets of colt cum, my groin a sticky mess, my cock straining in fresh desire, an my shirt dripping in colt spunk that also filled my belly button and coated the hairs round my abdomen.

He gave me a wink and reached back to open the door. A curious looking young reed thin buck pushed it in enough to look through a crack and gave us a wide eyed stare. I stared back.

"Got a comment?"

He seemed to think better of it, but I could see his cock tenting his designer pants. There was a wet patch in his groin too.

My assailant gave me a final kiss and tucked his cock into his pants again, still coated in his own cum.

"I'm going home Sir...suggest you might want to as well. If you don't, you might pick up if you want, that should get them flocking like ants to honey..."

I did what he said, cursing him the whole way home, but I had a big sloppy grin on my muzzle for the first time in ages.

****

Waking with a hangover and a hardon was a tough combination. I headed to the bathroom through the piles of boxes and drained my bladder and scratched my balls and took enough berocca and Panadol to calm the hammering in my head. The hammering in my cock was another thing entirely.

I had just given up on going back to sleep and grasped the nettle by grasping my straining erection for some quality me time when my phone buzzed. I ignored it, letting my fingers explore the ridges of a really very needy cock, one fingertip slipping over the frenum just at the spot that made my hooves curl, when I heard it buzz again. And again.

Cursing, I reached for it, assuming someone had actually died, but instead I found multiple texts from the stallion.

"Going to Uni Melb Gym need help come meet me there."

Fuming, I replied in a mostly courteous manner.

"No."

He texted back.

"Please, I really need your help as a physical education expert. Swear to God."

"Fuck no."

Perhaps he needed more blunt language.

Then my phone buzzed again, and I saw a picture pop up. It was an image of a proud erect stallion cock, one I remembered now very well, with a drop of pre at the flared tip. I pondered.

"Please?????"

I told myself it was the four exclamation marks that did it.

Pulling on some sweats and a training top, I got in my car and drove. I knew inside I actually was pleased in many ways, not least because I felt a huge surge of ennui building that even a monumental jacking session wasn't going to cure. Something about the wreckage of my flat probably, and all it meant, and sitting there looking at it all day. Out and about was better, and I told myself, a gym session could be good for me.

Finding a park with some difficulty, I hefted a kit bag and headed for the gym entrance. The colt was standing there, looking nervous, but his body language changed when he saw me. That gave me the biggest warm feeling inside, and I mentally slapped myself for those thoughts. Stupid rhino, stop it now.

"Hey! I didn't think you would come..."

"Well, when you put your request like you did..."

He gripped his groin through his jeans and cupped his hefty nuts. I saw the outline against the faded denim, and my eyes crossed a little remembering how they felt smashed against my own sac. The little soft pubes had rubbed on my leather scrotum so delightfully, like a hundred little angels all dancing on my nuts...

"Hey, you know I can be direct. To a fault."

"Oh I know Brent, I know. So what is the emergency?"

He bit his lip and blushed a little. It made me want to kiss him right there.

"I um...I've been training since I left school, but I'm having problems. I can't build the weight like I want, I struggle with pain and I really am not building bulk like I wanted. I was thinking of getting on some stuff...you know..."

"If you do that mate, I'm done with you." He had me angry now, and he could see too. His eyes went wide and he looked hurt.

"I know, I know. But I thought, you would be perfect to help me, and you would know everything about what I'm doing wrong."

The warm feeling inside spread and built. Pride maybe, I don't know, but hearing the little shit who tormented me for a year suddenly acknowledge that I might know a thing or two was perfection. I coughed to cover up my feelings, and slapped his rump. It gave a satisfying thud.

"Well, let's see mate...let's see."

He paid for a casual visit for me, and we headed in to change. I tried not to eye him up too much, but it was hard. I hadn't seen him naked yet, of course, and now I got a much better look, naked down to a jock of all things. He was never much for sport in school, content to amble round the basketball court and yell abuse at the footballers, but now he seemed to be into it for real, down to some very appealing underwear.

Back in the gym, the problem was obvious almost immediately. I studied his workout schedule while he went through some stretches, and then eyed him up for his first few sets. He grimaced a lot, and rubbed his shoulder. It figured.

"So Jan, can you help me? What am I doing wrong?"

"Well mate, its easy. Everything."

His ears drooped, and he looked so hurt too. I gave his mane a rub and got down to business.

"Right, first, you need to alternate workouts concentrating on different body parts. Chest and arms, legs and ass, back and shoulders. You are doing the wrong weights, some too high, some too low, and way too many machines and not enough free weights. Oh, and your form sucks, you are doing those pull downs in a way that is going to fuck your rotator cuff. Sore there aren't you?"

He nodded, suddenly quiet and very deferential. It made my cock spurt just a little seeing him like that.

I went to the filing cabinet and pulled out a blank sheet and got to work. Watching him, and putting him through his paces, I managed to put together a plan that would help him build nicely, both his strength and his body. He was filling out already, partly because he had pushed himself way too much on the bench press in an obsessive drive to bulk his chest and arms. I dialled it back a notch, and added balance. He also got a lecture on food.

"No Mc Donalds, KFC, Hungry Jacks..."

"Fucking hell! That's like...three of my food groups!"

"Protein, but not too much. Some carbs, you are doing enough work to burn it off, but not the ones you find in a Big Mac. And fruit...you fucking horses like your apples, go for it."

With a bit of prodding, he got me to work out too. I hadn't been to the gym for a month, it had sort of tapered off with everything happening, but it felt good even as much as it burned. I knew my thighs would hate me and I probably wouldn't get up the stairs in two days, but I loved it. I also showed off, giving him a taste of what a big guy could lift.

His eyes glowed watching me, and I saw his gaze drop to my crotch. I laways had a nice bulge going, and today was no exception, with the sweat also dripping and making the fabric darken around my groin. Most of it was sweat anyway.

He threw a towel at me and grinned. I wiped off the bench thankfully.

"Only thing you did right colt, at least you brought a towel."

In the changeroom again we headed to separate shower stalls, and I heard the water washing over his body, and his little moans as the warm water did its magic. I wanted to moan too, but most of all I wanted to watch.

When I came out he was wearing his jeans again, and I made a small regretful moue that made him laugh. He was drying off his mane, the deep chestnut of his coat glistening.

"So...what do you want to do today Jan?"

I stopped mid dry and looked at him.

"Eh?"

"Come on...don't you get...kind of riled up after a workout."

Oh I definitely did. Once the sweat and adrenaline passed, and I relaxed under a nice warm shower, it always happened. I got the horn something fierce, not a small matter for a rhino. As he met my gaze I saw his soft horsey nostrils flare delicately and he sniffed the air.

"Hmmm...yeah, you do all right Peen. I smell Peen...rich...flavoursome..."

"Knock it off cunt..."

"Fine, fine. Your place or mine? Come to think of it, I don't know if my mum and dad would be thrilled to see you again, or hear me suck your balls out your dick, so it had better be yours."

This whole conversation was conducted with a lopsided grin and a loud voice while the respectable looking badger who was probably professor of something obscure next to us tried hard not to fall over. He failed, while trying to pull on his pants, and toppled head first into the lockers.

"You are impossible."

"Nah, I'm just young Sir. But I'm eager to learn."

I headed for my car with a colt in tow. He had come on the tram apparently, and now seemed to feel he was owed a lift.

"After all, we are going to the same place."

Were we? I debated all the way home. When I pulled into the little basement of my block, I realised I had made the decision. Turning off the ignition I looked him over, and saw that smile of triumph again.

"Nice place you got here Jan."

"No, it's not mate. Hope you don't mind mess."

I was embarrassed actually, but I figured if there was one group not concerned by mess it was young males. He wouldn't give a shit, so neither should I. I was right. Once inside, he ignored the chaos and the boxes and headed straight for my bedroom like a heatseeking missile.

Standing by my bed, still gloriously unmade, he gave me a nervous smile and rubbed his hands on his thighs.

"Well Jan, I'm definitely feeling that workout. Think I need a nice, hard massage...you up for it?"

I stood in the doorway and watched him undress, while he watched me. Top off, and he stood with his arms folded in front of him and flexed his budding pecs an biceps. Then his runners, showing off delicate hooves with a hint of dark feathering poking from his jeans. Jeans off, and I got the sight of him in his boxers, the bulge of his groin already prominent, and he did a little circle for me, showing off his ass and his flowing tail.

With a look of pure demand he mounted the bed and lay flat, legs nicely spread, and made himself comfortable.

"Hmmm shoulders first I think..."

Swearing, I obeyed anyway. My thumbs worked into his muscles, and across his neck. At his urging I slid down his back, working his muscle groups, watching each bunch and relax at my touch, his little nickers and moans making my cock bulge ominously. When I reached the base of his spine his boxers had ridden down and I got a view of the gentle rise of his ass cheeks, flexing in anticipation.

Ignoring his ass, and his growl of disappointment, I moved to his hamstrings, then hard work on his fetlocks. He was crooning now, his body writhing against my bed, and I was not far from joining him.

"My ass...its...really sore..."

My hands touched his rump through the fabric of his boxers. He hissed and pushed back.

"Need direct touch Jan...works better..."

I faced the moment then, as he turned his head to look over his shoulder at me. Stallion eyes wide, measuring the moment, his ears pricked and attentive, I looked at him, waiting, my breath catching in my throat, and slowly hooked a finger in the waistband of his boxers.

"Ohhhh.."

He even groaned just feeling me strip off his clothes. I slid them down his thighs and over his hooves, and dropped them by the bed. He watched me still, eyes following me, and he lifted one leg a little and spread his ass wide and I saw his perfect rump and the deep cleft opening and a first glimpse of his hole.

"Ohhhhh..." now I was the one moaning.

"Yes Sir, definitely think my ass needs a real hard rub."

My thumbs dug into his muscled flesh. I made him yelp a bit, but soon he was sobbing in pleasure. His ass felt amazing, two scoops of muscle that jiggled as I played with them. In school he had such a scrawny ass, this was a whole new level though. He had at least been doing the squats right.

"My crack...its...really sore there..."

"Really? Some very unusual exercises you have been doing Brent."

"Oh so much...been using a dildo."

We both laughed at that, but I followed his lead. My thumbs curled into his cleft, spreading his cheeks, and the tip of one zeroed in on his little pucker.

I had had stallions before, but not for a while, and young guys before, but not a twenty year old since I was that age myself. I had never had a young stallion. This one had the cutest ring of muscle, and the hottest taint I had ever seen. A long silken line of black leather, topped by a crinkled ring of muscle, and with a pair of the biggest nuts in their own swollen sac at the other end resting on my crinkled sheets. Where to begin?

"Ahhhh"

Right on the target of course. I let my thumb tease his hole, feeling the wrinkles against my skin. Pressing, ever harder, making him open up for me, then sliding a thumb into him to the knuckle. He shuddered, and his tail went nuts, and his muscles danced for me as did his balls. I felt the heat of his ass and fell in love.

I knew I needed it bad, and I wanted to taste it. With my hands gripping his cheeks and spreading them wide, I buried my muzzle in his cleft and licked his hole. He squirmed and yelled, and them moaned in a deep husky voice when I wormed my tongue inside him. He tasted of soap.

"Nice and clean then?"

"Yeah, I jammed my fingers up there in the gym shower. Wanted to be ready for you."

I had to admire his attention to detail, and the thought of him fingering his tailhole in the shower next to me made my cock spurt. I kind of would have preferred him au natural though. I liked the taste of funk and musk on a hot ass. His was so sweet though, I lapped his insides and kneeded his rump and then went at his taint, licking, stroking, and suckling his nuts until he was pounding the bed with a fist begging for it. Then I gave him a little special move, one I loved. I ran my horn along his taint, the sharp feeling against his soft sensitive skin making him squeal, and again as I nudged his pucker. He was more than ready it seemed, and his sighs became throaty demands for a fucking.

Hesitation got the better of me for a moment. I stopped, achingly hard, and looked at him while he gave me a stare of pure lust and frustration.

"Are you sure you want this Brent?"

"Fucking hell. Do your duty Sir, or I am going to fuck you!"

Chuckling I went to the bedside table. The condoms and lube were still there, mocking me with their coating of dust. No more; I took out a packet and headed back to the end of the bed. I had to look at him again, stretched out there and mine for the taking. Just this once.

I stripped for him then, and his look of hunger grew. There is nothing better in the world than seeing a guy eat you up as you undress for him, and knowing he wants what you have. I gave him a few bodybuilding poses, making him whimper, and when I stripped off my boxers they were already wet with pre.

His eyes glazed a little looking over my cock. I fucking loved that look.

"Fuck..."

"Problem kiddo?"

"No just...thick, is all..."

"Yeah, going to feel so good taking your little pony hole."

He shuddered then, and flicked his tail, then lay his head on the bed and closed his eyes. I gripped his hooves and suddenly turned him over.

"Hey!"

"Want you watching me colt. And I want to watch you too."

I pushed him forwards until his head was propped on a pillow at the wall. I slid another under his perfect ass, lifting him for me, his wet pucker winking at me in invitation. I knelt between his legs and hooked them behind my back, and lined up my fat cockhead on his hole. I was so ready, the tip glistening under the condom, and I needed him ready too. While he watched I dripped a thick coating of lube onto my cock, and then used two fingers to spread his pucker and paint his tight tunnel in the soothing liquid.

He was so tight, I could barely get my fingers into him. I stretched them wide, spreading his hole, and he yelped and shook but remained where he was and eyed me up demandingly.

"Get on with it..."

"Yes Sir mister colt. Just for that you get twenty pushups, on the double."

"Fucking get on with it...ahhhhh..."

I found his nut and stroked slowly, entranced at the sight of his eyes going wide and his nipples hardening and his abdomen tensing.

When I lined up he felt ready this time. I sank my head into him slow, and he let out a long slow hiss of 'yesssss'. He also scrunched his eyes, clenched his teeth, and his mane shook. Oh fuck he was tight. So fucking tight.

"Fuckkkk...colt, please tell me you aren't a virgin."

"No Sir..."

"How many times have you bottomed?"

"Three. Including this time."

I shook my head and ignored his slightly pained smile. This would take time.

Taking a tight near virgin young ass was not something I had done in a long time. I made it last, and I made it slow, and judging from his cries and moans, I made it good. A little in, a little out, a wait, my hand on his cock now jacking that magnificent horsehood. His flare swelled, and just as I bottomed out finally in his hole and nuzzled my nuts on his ass he shot a little line of pre.

"Ohhh fuck...so good Jan....so good..."

He said my name over and over while I fucked him. No more Peen it seemed, or Mister Pienaar, or Sir. Just Jan, in that throaty near adolescent twang. His hooves rested on my back, the sharp bite against my skin so erotic, and I used my hips and my thighs to give him a good ride. He suddenly arched his back and I felt his cock twitch and he came, the arc of cum spurting over his muzzle and his mane and his chest. I bent forward to lick it all off, bite his nipples, his neck, his muzzle. We kissed hungry as starving guys can and I rested inside him.

The rest of the fuck was wild. He whimpered a little, then he was back to moaning. I told him to jack off, and I bent forward propped over him with my arms and shoulders straining and pounded him hard, my thick cock making a mess of his tight hole but he wanted it, I knew. His hooves slapped my rump, his free hand griped my flank, and his other hand moved at speed over a rampant horsecock that seemed to grow even further as I fucked him. Looking down, I saw the flare was huge, the wide open urethra lost in its depths, and it twitched.

I watched his cock the whole time he came. I saw the pulses along his cumtube, the first gush of cum, the way his flare moved like a hand opening and closing. He cried out then and held my ass, and I knew he had enough. I pulled out instead, so close, and stipped off the condom. A few strokes and I added my own load to his puddle of cum, my ejaculation painting his muzzle again, another streak cutting across his chest, then his abdomen, then I landed a line on his perfect cock.

He lay back, exhausted, as I licked him clean. I got every drop I could of our cum, his and mine mingled, and his cock was semi hard but way too sensitive for more. With the colt in my arms, I rested his head on my chest, and he was asleep in minutes, his little tongue poking out and his muzzle drooping a little as he snuggled against me. I stroked his mane until I fell asleep too, and dreamed of doing things in class I knew were very very wrong.

****

I woke to a stallion hand on my cock and another on my ass. I was lying on my side, with the colt behind me, spooned. He had one hand around my front jacking me off, and I was hard as steel and drooling precum. That would probably explain the dream I just woke from which involved getting a handjob in the school changerooms from figures lost in a misty haze.

His other hand delved into my cleft. I could feel his fingers on me then, touching my hole, and he spread my pucker and eased inside as I let out a sleepy grunt.

"Hmmm...perfect. I want some of this..."

It had been while since I had bottomed, and it generally wasn't my thing, but something in this day of pure sexual indulgence made me want it. I wasn't going to go easy though.

"Make me want it and we can talk pony."

Like all young males he liked a challenge. I was rolled onto my front, groaning a little at his rough handling, and then he spread my legs with his hands. I felt his muzzle nuzzling at my cleft, then the huff of his breath, and then the sweet rough progress of a colt tongue.

His ass eating was as good as his cock sucking, I was pleased to find. He may not have done much anal, but he definitely was good with everything else. His lips rubbed over my taint, then the back of my scrotum, and he fingered my ass, remembering finally to use the lube. It seemed to fascinate him, and he stared at it on his fingers before shoving them into me roughly and fingerfucking my hole in ways that made me wet.

Reaching under me, he cupped my scrotum and slid a hand down my cock. His fingers closed on the tip, rubbing over the exposed skin of my glans, and his tongue found my slick hole and licked deep.

"Ahhhh...fine...fine...you win. Just...not too rough."

He managed the condom, with difficulty. They were standard issue, and not special stallion ones, and it didn't go over his flare easily. Eventually he managed and added a thick coating of lube. Then he lined up and I felt the kiss of his cock and the pressure building. He seemed a little unsure though.

"Colt...how many times..."

"Uhhh one...including this time."

I realised a fraction too late I had unleashed a virgin top on my unprepared hole. He found his range and sank in to the medial while I let out very unmanly screams and clawed the sheets to shreds. He was apologising now, saying 'sorry' over and over, but he was still shoving in. I yelled at him to stop.

He did, his body poised over mine, his cock half in. He seemed to take it literally.

"Fuck you need some serious education pony. Now, ease in and out, just an inch at a time...ahhhhhh"

I coached him into me. It was damn hot, once I got past the pain, with this young stud responding to my every word. Deeper. Stop. Back. Stop. Wriggle your hips. Now give me everything to the medial. Now push your medial in...ahhhhhh.

When he bottomed out, I felt his body on mine, the heave of his chest on my back, breathing in deep, his hips on my ass, his length measured in my tunnel, the skin of my ass scraped into screaming need by the passage of his flare into my guts. His hooves pressed on my ankles, and he spread me wider, knees on my thighs, and I opened for his body like I was made for him.

"Now colt...gentle."

He tried to be, and he wasn't. I didn't really want him to be, so I was happy. He pounded into my hole, and his flare bumped my nut, and just as I was getting to the brink I heard his breath in my ear suddenly turn to cries and the flood of heat in the condom as he shot.

"Keep fucking..."

"but my cock is sore..."

"Keep fucking or else. That's a tops duty, bring your bottom off or else. Keep fucking or I put you over my knee and spank your ass. Do it."

He did, whining all the time. He felt so hot doing it too, trying to fuck me harder and harder to punish me for making his poor horsey cock so sore from too much fucking. When I finally shot off it was the most perfect cum of my life, and I lay there content as he rested a colt body slick with sweat on my back.

"Hows your cock..."

"Sore, and hard."

"Bad luck mate, learn control."

He ripped his cock from my hole, much to my displeasure. Then he knelt on the bed and made me watch while he jacked off. I loved it too, holding his balls, caressing them on the underside as he stroked fast and hard and twisted a nipple to get himself to the end. When I saw that flare swell I knew he was close and I walked my fingers under his scrotum and up his taint and slid into his horsey hole just as he shot over my belly.

We lay there, spent for now, just embracing the discovery of each others bodies. I used fingertips on his chest and his abs. He found my horn, and rubbed over it amazed at the feel, and touched my skin.

"So weird...no fur."

"Yeah, makes it easier to get clean. And feels better to touch too..."

He was just finding out what my nipple felt like when I heard the front door open, and a muffled yell from the entry hall.

"Jan? Ive come to pick up some more boxes..."

"Ohhh fuck."

I had forgotten, or perhaps I had not wanted to remember.

The stallion looked confused. I just kissed him and told him to stay there. Pulling on my boxers and sweats, I headed out.

I knew it was him, of course. My ex, Darren. The big wolf was here, and he was seething. He mostly seemed to seethe these days.

"Did you forget again?"

I waved him off, a little embarrassed.

"Yeah, sorry..."

"Fucking hell Jan, you aren't making this any easier. Selfish as always."

Standing in the loungeroom, I looked over the wolf I had loved. Strange how when the light dims and the romance fades and you lose the spark all you can see are the faults. The eyes no longer full of anything but anger, the ears a little too droopy, the scent of booze on his muzzle. Here it was, the embodiment of my pain, and he was doing me no favours while telling me I was the cunt.

I seethed, but in silence, as he paced round the room, checking over boxes with his name on them.

"I need you out by next Thursday remember Jan? The agent needs to do the final inspection and then..."

"Yeah, I remember."

"Do you, or are you going to deliberately fuck it up so I get...hey...what?"

I looked where he was looking. The colt had sauntered out into the lounge, eyeing us both up casually. He was wearing only a pair of boxers, and scratching his hefty sac through the fabric which left nothing to the imagination. The fabric was already patched with damp from spent jizz all over his cock.

"Hey dude. Whassup?"

My wolf eyed him up like he was a turd in a basket of oranges, and turned his gaze on me.

"Well well well. Didn't take you long..."

That did it for me.

"Yes it did Darren. Even after you took off with that banker from Maquarie, I still held on. Last night was my first night going out actually admitting to myself it was over, and wanting some fun. God knows we hadn't had any in way too long. I wanted some fun, is that a fucking crime?"

"Looks like you found it. How much was he, five hundred? Did you get him on squirt.com?"

I bristled. Unfortunately the colt heard it too.

"Nah mate, I'm free to good company. Your ex boyfriend is a fucking good lay, always has been. We've been fucking for ages mate, that's why he has a bit of a belly. Every time he fucks my ass I bake him an apple pie..."

I swallowed, making silence gestures with my eyes, but he just grinned and plunged on. He also pulled down the waistband of his boxers, showing off the hilt of a well proportioned colt cock.

"This is what he wants mate, not your sorry excuse for a cocklet. Come see what a real man is packing if you dare puppy..."

The snarl was quite impressive, and I saw a flash of wolf go past. I knew Darren was a lover not a fighter, and he stopped short of the equine. It didn't matter; an angry stallion swung and hit my wolf in the stomach. In a moment they were at it hammer and tongs, and the stallion was giving better than he got. He collected with Darren's muzzle right about the time my wolf slipped on something on the floor. I realised it was my old rugby top; I had left it there the night I went out to the club and found the colt. Holding it and feeling like I was going to cry was the last straw; now it seemed to be taking my side in a battle with my ex.

Darren lay at the colt's hooves, watching him waggle his hips and do a little war dance over him. He looked up at me and shook his head.

"Well, looks like you found a twinky slut to your liking. No need for me after all."

"Darren!"

"Be out by Tuesday now Jan. And fuck you."

When the door closed, I stood and fumed, while the colt seemed triumphant.

"Well, he went away with his tail between his legs."

"Brent, do you imagine that made things any better you stupid shit?"

He seemed genuinely shocked now. I went on in a haze of anger.

"Just like always, you haven't changed. Just a fucking muzzle that runs away with itself, a cocky little shit with no thought for anyone else. You are what you always were in school Brent..."

"Hey, take that back!"

"No mate, you shut your gob if you know what's good for you."

"Make me Peen you fat meathead and...hey!"

Overcome with emotion, I gripped his hand and pulled it behind him, right up his back. Ignoring his complaints, I marched him to the sofa, sat down, and lay him over my lap. He knew he was for it now, and I didn't give a shit. This was way overdue.

My hand rained down fire and brimstone on an upturned stallion ass. I spanked him with all my built up anger, from his year tormenting me, from Darren's unfocused anger, from the shame and embarrassment, but mostly because I hated where I was and what had happened and I couldn't take it any more.

"This is for being such a shit in class..."

"Ow!"

"And this is for getting everyone to call me Peen."

"Ow! Please!"

"And this is for the dead fish in my car airconditioning, and this is for the shaving cream in my locker, and this is for punching my stupid ex boyfriend and getting me evicted early. Stupid fucking colt!"

He had been yelling, and then begging. Now he was just crying, sniffling like a kid. I stopped the hits, resting my hand on his ass. The anger flowed out, and with the ebb tide came remorse.

"Shit...sorry..."

He sniffled, then looked at me through red eyes. They gleamed a little.

"Sir...my ass hurts again..."

I took the hint. Laid on my lap like that, he was perfectly presented for soothing as well as spanking. I rubbed him through his boxers, then stripped them off and rubbed some more. I felt his cock poking at my lap, and felt his shudder when I rubbed his crevice and felt the wide open mouth of his hole beckoning me.

Wordlessly, he lifted off my lap and knelt on the sofa, his hands on the back, his hooves over the edge. I went and got the lube and condoms, returning to find him with head bowed, tail up, and shaking all over.

"Please Jan...I'm sorry..."

So was I, but it felt like absolution when I sank into his hole from behind, kneeling against him on the sofa as the poor thing stained under the weight of a colt and a rhino. He pushed back to take me, and I rocked my hips into him fucking with long slow strokes as he threw his head from side to side in pleasure.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck..."

I licked his neck, and the nape, and his mane, and bit his shoulder in my lust and need to cum. He shot first, all over the sofa, spattering it's crushed velvet upholstery with a liberal layer of stallion spunk. I liked that. The fucking thing belonged to Darren.

I came into him, buried to the hilt, and held him in my arms, one around his chest, one around his waist, and nibbled his mane.

"I'm sorry Jan..."

"Shhh...it's allright..."

He was shaking now. Worried, I pulled out, taking him into my arms. We headed for the bedroom, and I pulled him into bed. Something had broken in him, and it was time to heal.

He stood finally and wandered over to the boxes. I let him explore, and he pulled out a picture. It seemed to fascinate him.

"Is this you?"

I smiled and nodded.

"Victorian representative rugby. Against the touring All Blacks."

"Fuck! That's good right?"

"You Victorians know nothing about rugby. Yes, its good. Well, they were good, we sucked, they smacked our asses better than I smacked yours before. But they did it with class, and afterwards, they came and had a beer and treated us as equals. That's the core of it I guess colt. Respect."

"Did you always play rugby?"

"I'm from South Africa remember? For an Afrikaaner, it's a religion. When we came to Melbourne, I was lost. I had to learn your stupid version of football and play it on Saturday, but I played club rugby on Sundays. I was playing firsts at seventeen and captain of University in my second year."

"Do you still play?"

"No...somehow with Darren...I lost the things I cared about one by one. He wanted my time on weekends, and then I had to do classes to get a better qualification so I could earn more. Being a teacher wasn't enough for him."

"It always was enough for me Sir."

"I never asked you Brent. What are you doing?"

He smiled that cute smile and looked through the box some more.

"Science. Earth Sciences in fact. See, you may not believe it, but you had an impact. I still struggle with geography a bit, but I'm great at Geology and environmental science. I did learn stuff, even though it may not have seemed like it sometimes."

"I knew you had a brain mate. Its one reason you frustrated me so much. And your parents."

"Dad thinks I'm a total loser. He calls me "the other one" unlike my perfect brother Ryan. He's a lawyer like dad, I'm just a waste of space."

"Hey, enough of that. What do you think that makes me?"

"You wanted to smack my ass enough in school I bet."

Ohh fuck yes.

"Truth? I fantasised about pulling down your dacks in front of the whole class and giving you a spanking so many times. I even jacked off to it a couple. Not even for the sex, just for the satisfaction."

"Yet you still tried to teach me as best you could."

I grunted, not sure I deserved the praise.

He looked at me then, eyes bright.

"I know I treated you like shit Jan. I treated a lot of folks like shit. I didn't know what to do, can't you see? I knew I was different, and I knew nobody would be ok with that. So I joked around and became everyones mate so nobody would see underneath. I was terrified to be myself, and I took it out others. You tried, I know. I did respect you, I just couldn't show it."

"You need to learn to respect others more Brent. Darren was in the wrong just before, but you pushed it over the edge."

"I know...but I hated what he said about me. The truth is Sir, I haven't done much with anyone. I wanted someone right, someone special. I wanted someone who wanted me for me and not just as a horsecock."

I knew the feeling well enough. I loved the hunger in guys eyes, but I hated the emptiness too when they looked me over. Now I was just old and no longer a catch after ten years trying my best for Darren.

Looking into his eyes, I had to shake my head.

"Brent, no..."

"Why not Jan?"

"Because you are twenty years plus younger than me, you are a former student, and you need to learn about life and fuck up a lot more before I could possibly take you on."

He gave me a wicked smile, and headed out of the bedroom. I wondered at that, and even more when he returned, wearing only my old rugby top. It looked huge on him, and he sniffed the fabric and his tail swished.

"You know I used to jack off dreaming about you, imagining you giving me a school first team top and fucking me after my first match while I wore it."

The image made my sore cock spring to life, in spite of myself. I groaned, in not entirely mock frustration.

"What the fuck are you doing colt..."

"Fucking up..."

He joined me on the bed, his muzzle working. He licked then, all over my chest, suckling my nipples while I lay back and let him have it. He seemed to be worshipping my muscles, chest, abdomen even under the padding, and then he asked me to pop my guns and he licked them slow and thoroughly and into my arm pits.

He straddled my hips, teasing me, rubbing my cock on his cleft, then he seated on me so smooth with a sigh that made my horn tingle.

Lying back on my bed, with the colt over my cock, wearing only my old rugby top, I had to wonder what my personal demon was playing at. He bounced on my pained erection like a pro, his tight ass so hot, and I gripped his length and brought him along with me. When we were done he collapsed on my chest and we just held, with my cock still in his ass, and my balls feeling like they would melt.

"I don't know how I could keep up with you anyway mate."

He squeezed his ass, the cocky shit.

"Practice."

****

The next day I was sore and sorry, and strangely elated. I walked into the staff room, and my friend and confidant came over for a whispered conversation.

"You look cheerful..."

She saw my new look, and seemed to approve. Then she saw my bracelet, the rainbow colours making her gasp.

"Jan, are you coming out..."

"Yes Dot, time to not hide any more."

It was one thing I had discussed with the colt; how much it would have meant to him knowing he wasn't alone. I had decided to take the plunge; from today, I would not be the big guy with the smile who just hadn't found the right woman yet. I would be me.

My confidant knew my secret already, and she thought she knew why I was doing it.

"Was it Darren? Did something happen?"

"It did as a matter of fact...l went out, and I picked up. I'm back on the horse, Dot, and loving it."

She looked so pleased for me, and she patted my ass a little tentatively.

"I wondered. You look like you have been riding or something, very tender. I guess you have been riding, haven't you?"

I thought of the stallion who was responsible for the throb in my ass and the fact every muscle in my hip and thigh region was in spasm. He would be receiving some more gym instruction on the weekend, in my new smaller flat, and then, who knows, maybe something else too. Not boyfriends, but something more. Respect. A shared bond. He had also promised to come and support me on Sunday. Seniors rugby, but it was a start. I was reclaiming myself, with a bit of help.

"Oh and Mrs Weynbridge?" I kept it formal, as we had the deputy head next to us now. The ram looked like he had a particularly big stick up his ass this morning.

"Yes Mister Pienaar?" her eyes danced. It was our little Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers routine.

"You were right by the way. About Brent Moreton. It was the lynx. I owe you a night at the opera."

I loved the look of shock on her muzzle, and her puzzlement, almost as much as the quizzical look on the ram. He would be trying to decode that for ages. It would make the opera almost worthwhile.

Maybe I could get Brent to take her.