Untitled Sex Story
Here's a story. I'm sorry.
He parked his car near the alley where Jackson said he would be. As the car drifted down to the floor, rain cascading around it, he saw the fox, standing there, smoking a cigarette under an umbrella trying to keep warm on this rainy early spring night. The horse parked the car beside the provocatively dressed male, lowering the window of his hovercar. The two shared a glance before the horse asked, bluntly, "Jackson?"
"Lincoln?" The thin fox replied. There names were fake. The horse nodded, opening the passenger door for the shivering fox. Jackson got in the near stranger's car, closing his umbrella, letting the water drip off the hydrophobic surface before bringing it in with him.
"The hotel isn't far." The horse muttered as the car lurched forward. Jackson nodded, checking in with his app on his phone, marking himself down as picked up. He turned to the horse, getting a look at him for the first time. He wore a suit, clearly contacting him just after work. Lincoln glanced over to Jackson for a moment before spitting out, "No talking."
Jackson wanted to say something, but remained silent. He only nodded obediently. After a few quiet moments, the two reached their destination, an old brick building under an old freeway with a neon sign reading, "Hotel". Lincoln parked the car, letting both doors open. Jackson got up, keeping in mind to bring his small bag and umbrella with him. Lincoln made his way towards the entrance of the hotel, signaling the fox to follow him, which he did.
The inside of the hotel was well kept and either keeping with the theme of old hotels or just never giving the place an update. Lincoln didn't seem to care. As Jackson looked around at the old decor, the horse went up to the payment kiosk and rented a room. Jackson examined the simple lighting, the occasional lamp, a dim chandelier over a coffee table and dingy couch where an elderly man sat with a tent in his trousers as he smoked a pipe watching pornography on the television. As the fox peered into a painting of a familiar cliff side, he was pulled away by the strong muscular arm of Lincoln.
"Lets go, Jackson." was all he said as the two began their trip towards an elevator. The trip up, to try and gain some better tip, Jackson placed his palm gently on the horse's crotch, feeling the outline of the male's cock through the cloth. Lincoln huffed as the bulge firmed up slightly. He wrapped his hand around the fox's wrist, pulling it away from him, "Not yet." he stated, firmly. Jackson nodded an apology, keeping his hands to his own chest.
There was a ding before the elevator doors spread themselves open, revealing a tidy carpeted corridor lined with doors. The two made their way down the hall to their room. Lincoln inserted the key into the door's locking mechanism, causing the door to swing open. As the horse and fox entered the room, Lincoln closed the door behind them, slowly undressing himself. He cleared his throat, "Undress and get on the bed."
Jackson nodded, setting his coat on a chair, revealing his tight shorts and shirt. His small package clearly visible through the tight denim. He kicked off his shoes, peeled of his shirt and shorts, placing them on the chair with his coat. He took a condom from his coat, one designed for the shape and size of a horse, and with it a brand of lubricant he trusted. He sat on the edge of the bed, naked, waiting for Lincoln.
The horse crossed the room, now only in his slacks. He stood in front of Jackson, looking down at him with lust in his eyes. He did nothing. Jackson looked up into his eyes. Lincoln snorted, "Don't look at me!" Jackson just nodded, looking forward at the ever growing lump waiting for him behind a certain of cloth. He reached up, taking his time to unbutton the slacks. He pulled the zipper down, tugging the cloth to reveal a pair of loose fitting dark briefs. He let the pants crumple to the ground where they were promptly kicked aside. A large palm gently pressed his snout against the large bulge. A light musky aroma permeated the air around him as he breathed in. He set his hands on Lincoln's waist, gripping his undergarment as he poked and prodded the horse's groin with his nose and mouth. He heard a grunt from above him as the trapped member throbbed. He pulled down the elastic, casting it down to the ground, freeing the hardening cock.
Lincoln gripped it by the base, patting Jackson on the face with it a couple times before pressing the blunt head of his cock against his lips. Jackson took a breath and accepted the musky length into his mouth, letting it glide along his tongue as he began to orally please the large horse cock. The large male moaned, clearing his throat to cover his moment of vulnerability. Jackson continued, bobbing his head on the pillar of flesh skillfully. Lincoln huffed, his member fully engorged. He needed more. He took his length from the warm maw of the fox. He stroked his rod with one hand, using his other to gesture Jackson to turn around. The fox nodded, turning around to climb onto the bed and face the tacky wallpaper.
As he applied the lubricant to himself, Jackson watched as the horse fiddled with the condom, hastily equipping himself with the thin latex. Jackson sighed deeply in an attempt to rally himself. He stared into the unused pillow, feeling the bed shift as Lincoln's shadow covered him. He could feel the covered cock press against his trained back entrance. He took in a breath as the throbbing length eased itself into him. Inch after inch of his tool embedded itself, filling Jackson until he felt the horse's body against him. The man huffed in his ear, gripping his waist. He could feel the thumping of Lincoln's racing heart on his naked back as the man above him retracted his length, then pounding it back in. Jackson tried to hold in a moan, but Lincoln heard him.
"Yes, moan for me, slut. You love my cock!" was groaned into his ear.
Jackson forced out a feminine pleasured moan.
"Say it!" Replied Lincoln.
Jackson groaned, "I love your cock! It's so big!"
"Yeah! You like my giant horse cock!" Lincoln blurted out, shoving himself inside the fox more roughly, "Tell me how much you love my cock, whore!"
Jackson pressed himself into the others loins, feeling the large orbs slap against his own flesh. He whimpered, "I don't know how much more I can take! It's so good!"
Lincoln pushed himself harder, breathing becoming erratic as he reached up to shove his thumb unceremoniously into the fox's mouth. Fighting the urge to gag, Jackson obediently sucked on the salty tasting digit as the horse whispered to him, "Yeah, you take this cock, whore. You love it, slut!"
He thrust himself into Jackson harshly, stopping to let out a moan in a moment of weakness as an orgasm rushed through him, into the latex around his cock. Jackson could feel the drool, sweat and tears on his neck as the horse emptied his essence into the rubber inside him.
After a minute, Lincoln composed himself enough to slip his deflating sex from within Jackson. He pulled the condom from himself, laying it on the bed beside the fox. He headed for the bathroom quietly. He gathered his things and entered the lavatory in silence. Jackson heard the shower a moment later. He let out a sigh, carefully climbing off the bed. He walked over to his coat, taking from it a small towel for which is cleaned the slippery substance from his still gaping hole. He dressed himself quickly, grabbing his things and began to make his way out of the room. As he got to the entrance to the exit, he listened at the bathroom door, hearing the large male's sobs. In a moment of compassion, he tried the bathroom door. It was locked. His phone made a ding, stating his job well done. He left the room behind, checking the app to find that the $120 had entered his account, however there was no tip, no message or rating. He sighed, frustrated as he made his way towards the elevator.
The elevator was empty as he got in. The lobby was as it was when he got there earlier that night, except now the old man was asleep, the pornography played on. The fox took another glance at that familiar cliff side, he could almost hear the waves crashing against the rocks. He exited the building into the cold air. He clutched his warm coat, readied his umbrella and cigarettes, shivering as he walked past the horse's car and into the rain.