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Brad wandered the downtown streets of his small, costal town. He had been walking for about an hour, unaware of the cutting wind that ripped through his shiny, blond mane. The Palomino stallion looked down at his large, pale hoofs as he tried to gather the nerve to get on the bus for the big city.

Brad reflected on how he had gotten into this awkward situation. He had been hanging out at the beach with some of his buddies. In a public restroom, draining off the afternoon's beer intake, he realized that he was being watched.

Brad had been approached by men at the beach before, but always found a way to politely pass them off. He was a tall horse, with golden tan fur. His sun bleached mane provided a striking contrast to the pure white 'socks' of fur that covered his forearms and lower legs. Long feathers of white hair extended from his elbows to his wrists. The same hair circled his fetlocks and partially covered his hoofs. His handsome muzzle had sharp features and his forehead bore a small white whorl of fur that looked like a stretched out diamond. His pearly white teeth were just crooked enough to make his smile sexy and his piercing yet kind eyes were ice blue. His body was one that had always been deeply muscles from his years of running and pumping iron at the beach.

The older, grey wolf watching him had introduced himself as Ron, and had come right to the point: "I make movies of cute young guys like you jacking themselves off. If you are ever interested please give me a call. There's two hundred bucks in it for you." He handed Brad his card.

Brad had for some reason tucked the card in his wallet. He did not believe in 'easy money'. He also didn't know that if he did 'perform' for this wolf that he would see any of the promised money. But, as it happened, he needed money badly right now.

He had been helping to support his divorced mother and younger sister since his sophomore year in high school. Now his mother's car had suddenly died on the way to one of her jobs, and she badly needed a new one. Doing the film seemed the only alternative to having his mom spend her days on a crowded bus. At last, Brad had called the number on the card and arranged to meet Ron at a motel in the city.

The bus finally arrived in the rain and Brad got on, feeling a cold knot in his stomach. The trip seemed over in seconds and he quickly found himself at the motel coffee shop.

"Hi, Brad ", Ron smiled. "I'm really glad that you decided to give this a shot." The vixen waitress brought two menus. "Anything you want, Brad, on me."

"I'll just have some coffee."

"Okay, let's get down to some basics. First of all, I assume you're straight."

Brad nodded.

"It doesn't really matter. I make lots of these stroker films with straight guys. You'll get two hundred dollars cash, the day we shoot you, before you do anything. It'll be put together with a few other stroker scenes I've done into a full length movie. It'll have mainly a gay audience, but there are lots of straight girls and guys who like to watch a young stud pound off." Ron casually stirred his coffee. "And I can also tell you that you'll get more money if you agree to do a scene with another guy."

"H-how much more?" Brad stammered, staring into his coffee cup.

"Well, I've got another stallion guy who's really hot, like you. I could give you an extra three hundred if you would let him suck on you for awhile, then you fuck him. Five hundred total for maybe an hours work. Whaddaya say?"

Brad figured he couldn't pass up that kind of money. "Yeah, I can give it a try," he finally said.

"Fantastic! Next Saturday, right here all right with you? Oh, and would you mind wearing a suit and tie? That is kind of the look I'm going for."

Brad agreed, but declined a ride back home. He was still confused about doing this or not and wanted to think alone. He wandered around for several hours until he was soaked to the skin before catching a bus back to town.

Before heading home, he decided to hit the gym. He stripped out of his wet cloths and headed for the communal shower. As he lathered himself up with soap, he scanned up and down all the slick, wet bodies. He examined each cock and compared it to his own. He guessed that for the most part the guys were good looking, but he could not imagine himself getting sexually excited over them.

Several times during the week he had talked himself out of going, but the next thing he knew he was back on a bus to the city in a full business suit. The well tailored jacket fit him very well. Before he had only worn it on 'special occasions'. Did this count?

With sheer determination he forced himself to walk rapidly up the narrow stairs to the second floor room that Ron had taken. Ron ushered him grandly into the small suite. Besides Ron there were three other guys in the room. Two otters were examining what seemed to be tons of cameras and lighting equipment. The third was an extremely handsome, bay colored stallion. The young stud was lying across one of the double beds leafing through a newspaper.

"Hey!" Brad protested, backing toward the door. "I thought it was just going to be you, me and a camera!"

"Relax, these guys are just technical. C'mere, I want you to meet your co-star. Jeff, this is Brad. Brad, Jeff."

Jeff was a little shorter than Brad, but had a body that rivaled the tall palominos. Thick muscles ran over his chestnut furred chest. His eyes matched his wavy, black mane. Brad could see the thick shaft of his cock pressing through the flannel material of his slacks.

They shook paws, Jeff openly appraising Brad's good looks.

"Now, Brad here is new at this, Jeff. So why don't you two go in the other room while we get set up in here. Then we'll have Jeff do a jerk off and Brad, you can watch, kind of get the hang of it and see if you'd like to try."

Jeff got up off the bed and opened the door between the two rooms. Brad's tail drooped as he moved slowly into the room behind Jeff.

Jeff crossed the room and turned on the television, and then sat down at the small table in one corner of the room. An array of liquor bottles was scattered on top of the table. He began to pour himself a drink, motioning for Brad to sit in the chair opposite him. "Want one?" he asked, holding his plastic glass filled with amber liquid up toward Brad.

"Sure," Brad said nervously. Jeff got up and clopped over to a small refrigerator under the sink and pulled out a bucket of ice. Plopping two of the small cubes into his glass, he came back to Brad and placed several of them in the glass Brad held.

Jeff settled into his chair and took a long sip while Brad poured something for himself. When Brad had mixed his drink Jeff tipped his cup toward him.

"Salud," he said. Brad returned the toast and they both took another drink.

"Try to relax; it'll all be over before you know it," Jeff smiled, his long, black tail swishing slightly.

Brad took several more sips of his drink and tried to let the warmth that engulfed his body ease his tension.

"So, you have never even messed around when you were a kid, with another guy, I mean?"

Brad shook his head no and drained his glass. Normally he was not much of a drinker, but as soon as his glass was empty he refilled it, getting up to get ice for himself this time.

"Well, when did you first learn to jack off, then?" pressed Jeff.

"I don't know, I really don't remember anything specific about it. I just know I did it," a blushing Brad replied as he sat back down, pulling his tie loose at his throat. "How about you?" he asked, the liquor beginning to take effect and calm his jittering nerves.

"Oh, I've been having sex in one way or another with other guys since I can remember. Sucked 'em off, jacked 'em off, and let them fuck me. I'm pretty good too; they all came back for more. Wanna have a go at it for practice?" said Jeff, the last with a lowered voice, catching Brad off his guard. "Let me suck you off and you can fuck me too. I guarantee it'll be a hot time," Jeff offered, slowly slipping a black hoof over the carpet to nudge Brad's pale one.

Brad suppressed an urge to belt Jeff in the muzzle and jerk his hoof away from the one creeping toward his again. But what Jeff suggested was not at all out of line, considering what he was getting ready to do.

Gulping down the rest of his second drink, Brad let his eyelids go heavy and settled back into the chair, his body feeling warm and numb from the drinks. Might not be so bad, he thought, and he hadn't been laid in a long time. Maybe if he closed his eyes he could just pretend it was some hot chick working him over with her mouth.

"Ok, might as well give it a try." He poured a little more liquor in his cup then leaned back, eyes closed, long muscular legs splayed out in front of him.

"Better go easy on the booze," Jeff warned. "Tipsy is fine but you won't give much of a show if you pass out."

Brad grunted and let his paw slide away from the plastic cup on the table.

Feeling a paw move over his crotch, Brad raised his head far enough to see Jeff's thick, black mane bobbing right at his crotch level, running a stocky paw back and forth over the coarse material. He tried to relax and just let things happen, and enjoy it if possible.

He felt Jeff slowly unbutton his shirt, then unfasten his tie. Jeff pulled him forward and helped him slip out of his jacket, then his shirt and tee shirt. Jeff gave a low whistle through his teeth as he ran his fingers over Brad's sculpted body, lightly touching the golden chest, stopping to gently pull at the hard nipple buds of the young stallion's pecs.

So far it was not so bad, Brad decided, as he felt the paw play down his body, rippling over his hard stomach as Jeff maneuvered it to the button and zipper at his crotch.

Jeff unfastened the pants and Brad felt cool male fingers wrap around his sheath for the first time in his life. He gave a sharp shudder of revulsion, but forced himself to stay still.

Jeff fingered the limp tool for a time, then stood in front of Brand and peeled out of his clothes, dropping them in a small pile under the table.

His body rivaled Brad's in build and tone. His half hard dick outsized Brad's by about two inches, swinging erect against his leg as he kicked his pants free and sank back down between the young palomino's legs, wrapping a paw around his own dick and jerking it as he did.

Brad had seen other guys with hard cocks, and so far none of them had stimulated him in any way. But he felt a strange sexual glow creep over his body as this hot bay horse stroked himself then slowly bent his head forward and pushed his broad tongue into Brad's sheath, pulling the limp meat into his mouth and drawing the entire shaft in as he sucked, lightly tickling his balls with a finger.

Brad felt his dick begin to respond to the slick, wet mouth even if his mind wasn't ready to deal with it. His shaft rose and thickened, pushing farther down into Jeff's throat. Brad began to almost involuntarily push his hips up and down, his hardness slipping easily in and out of the soft mouth.

By now Brad was lost in the total sensation of the blow job, grinding his hips upward to slam himself into Jeff's mouth with each stroke. Jeff continued to jerk his hard cock as he moved his paw up and over Brad's chest, toying with the nipples, pinching and squeezing the hard buds, causing Brad to groan and writhe even more.

Slowly Jeff let his fingers work down the rippled stomach, letting them get covered with sweat until they dripped. He rubbed the wet fingers under his tail and over the hole of his puckering ass, lubricating it. The tight muscles began to flex as the hot, wet fingers glided over the sensitive nerve endings.

Jeff eased himself back, pulling Brad up and out of the chair as he did. Brad kept his eyes closed as he stood, and let a paw wrap around the back of Jeff's head, pulling Jeff's muzzle deeply up against his cock, forcing him to swallow the entire shaft to the wide base.

Jeff sucked and licked the length of the throbbing meat, his every plunge back onto the tool causing Brad's entire body to shudder as his flesh was teased and tormented by the flashing wet sensations of Jeff's tongue.

Jeff began to ease Brad forward over the carpet, moving steadily backwards on his knees as he held Brad's wet cock in his muzzle. Brad did not even seem to notice, and if he did he didn't mind.

At the bed, Jeff let go of Brad's big tool and lay down over the edge, raising his long, black tail and plying apart the cheeks of his ass as he did. Brad hesitated for only a second, and then bent down and centered the head of his cock on Jeff's puckering brown tail hole. He plunged himself forward, impaling his big pink dick into Jeff.

Jeff stifled a squeal as the thick, hard shaft sliced into his ass, ripping the tight hole apart as the wet tool was driven to the hilt. Brad's heavy balls flopped up under Jeff as he began to pump wildly.

Brad had thought the blow job terrific, but this tight ass pulling his cock was pure heaven. He pounded forward, shoving his cock from tip to base with each plunge as the tight muscles of Jeff's tail hole gripped it.

By now they were both covered in sweat. Brad's thighs made slapping noises as he drove himself into Jeff. He gripped Jeff's hips hard, his teeth set in a grimace as he fucked and rode the stallion. Giving out a loud, low snort, Brad let his cock slide faster and faster into the tail hole until his cock throbbed once. Then he yanked it free and spewed a huge spiral onto Jeff's throbbing ass.

Once Jeff had grown accustomed to Brad's big dick the fucking had been fantastic. He ground himself back onto the thick shaft to meet each plunge. Feeling Brad's hot cum cover his back, Jeff grabbed his own hard cock and began to stroke it. When he was near orgasm he turned around and leaned back against the bed. Brad stood frozen in front of him, clutching his still hard cock. He held the spent rod straight out in front of himself, not even noticing Jeff.

Jeff looked up at the sexy horse and gave another few hard strokes of his meat. His cock jumped in his paw as two quick lines of creamy white cum bolted into the air. The long, white strings swirled slowly, and then fell back down into a sticky mess onto Jeff's soft belly fur. Another few pulls of his meat and he had shot his entire load.

Brad shook his cock then took a step back away from Jeff. Jeff looked up at him and gave a small grin. Brad returned the smile then turned back toward the table. Halfway turned around he froze with a look of sheer terror on his muzzle. There in the doorway was Ron, one of the otters holding a large light, the other holding a running camera.

"Ok, cut it," Ron said quietly.

The light went out, and the two otters slipped back into the other room. "Don't be mad," Ron cautioned. Jeff stood, saying nothing and went into the bathroom behind them. Shortly they heard the sound of the shower running.

Brad was still frozen in mid-turn. Ron reached back into the other room and handed him a towel. Brad accepted it and wrapped it around his middle, his now limp cock making a long, hard bulge through the fuzzy white material. His nostrils were flushed red with anger.

"Now, Brad," Ron said as he crossed the room past him to reach the table where the liquor was, "I couldn't very well tell you that we were going to film that way. This way we got a good show and you weren't nervous. I'll throw in an extra fifty bucks. That ought to make up for the dirty trick," he said as he poured himself a drink.

"Bet your ass it was a dirty fuckin' trick!" Brad snarled as he snatched up his cloths.

"But it's all over now. Didn't you ever have a doctor distract you with something while he gave you a shot? Listen, go shower and dress. Then we'll settle up and things won't seem so bad."

Brad was boiling mad, but he knew that he was no match for all four of the other males should he start a fight. So he shot Ron a scathing glance and stormed back into the other room and into the bathroom.

As the hot water coursed over his body he began to relax and think about what had just happened. He lost some of his anger with Ron and let his thoughts center on the tight, wet pull of Jeff's lips and ass. Thinking of the working over his prick had just gotten, he let a soapy paw slide down to his sheath. It really was not a surprise to find his cock already peeking out. Brad closed his eyes and slid his cupped paw up and down his again hard pole. The slippery soap felt good. It wasn't as tight as Jeff's mouth and ass had been, but the sensation was close.

Brad played with his tool, bouncing its hardness up and down in his open palm before he wrapped a paw around it and stroked it rapidly, covering the broad head with the loose skin, then pulling it down and buffing the tight skin of his cock head with his other paw.

Suddenly his cock throbbed in his paw and he could feel hot sperm move through the length of his shaft. He let it erupt in several white globs onto the tile of the shower stall.

When he had dressed, he cam back and poured himself another shot.

Ron raised his glass slightly. "To Brad," he said, "a great job for a first time."

Jeff raised his glass also in Brad's direction. Brad let a tiny smile escape his mouth and gave a slight nod, then poised his own glass in a return salute.

An envelope lay on the table in front of the bottles. Ron reached down and slid it with a clawed finger over the smooth surface toward Brad. Brad picked it up. Riffling through it he counted five hundred and fifty dollars, mostly in tens and twenties.

He nodded to Ron and to Jeff. Then Brad swallowed the last of his drink and started to walk out of the room.

"Listen, we can always use another hot stallion, so give me a call anytime," Ron called out after him.

Brad turned and gave Ron another tiny smile. He then dropped Jeff a slight wink before he walked out the door.

It hadn't been nearly as bad as he had expected, Brad mused to himself as he walked towards his bus stop in the crisp autumn air. In fact, despite himself he had really like what he and Jeff had done that afternoon. Maybe he would never want a steady diet of gay sex, but from now on he sure as hell was going to pay more attention to the guys who eyed him in the bathroom; a lot more attention.

He patted his jacket to hear the money envelope crackle inside. He'd be calling Ron again soon, very soon.