Gay Stallions on the Ranch

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Collection of mini stories

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Contents

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1. Sundown for Cowboy Stallion Studs

2. Saddling a Mustang Stud

3. Bareback Stud Stallions

4. Submitting to His Stallion Stud

5. Lust on the Range

6. Other stories

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Sundown for Cowboy Stallion Studs

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The chestnut stallion with the flaxen mane and tail drew his lover in close to his chest, though the appaloosa pony, white with brown spots speckled all over, was smaller and lither than Blaze's muscled bulk. He was not of any specific equine breed, something that was less and less important to anthro equines like him, but he spoke of draft horse heritage, his muscle and bone mass more than enough to tip him into a dominant position without even trying.

Tommy's Stetson fell off the back of his head as he grunted, head spinning, the light appaloosa quivering in place with a tiny nicker. They were ranch hands, just ranch hands, but they had been around one another for too long to not allow the true nature of their intimate relationship slip into the light. His mane spilt softly down the back of his neck, hips bucking, grinding with an arch in his back, the thickness of his shaft pressing out against the front of his Wrangler jeans.

They could have stopped, could have done anything else, perhaps even slipped out and away for a nice dinner somewhere else. Blaze smirked, breaking the kiss, but the moment was still theirs, hidden around the back of the barn with the setting touch touching their coats with a ruby glow.

"It's been too long..."

It could not wait, not until a more private location. He needed something more, something heated in the moment, unzipping his jeans, the thickness of his throbbing shaft spilling out, pushing against the front of his boxer briefs. The drop of pre-cum staining the front of them was soon to be swept away as Blaze tugged them down only enough to free his cock and balls, a mottled pink and grey shaft, mostly grey, swelling forth as if it had merely only been waiting for the opportunity to present itself, to make itself known.

Tommy groaned, though he could only expect to be turned about, breath catching as his backside was exposed. Everything happened so quickly that he had to race to catch up, though it was all as he expected, as they could not linger for long, as sweet as the moment could have been between them, if only they let it stretch out and out. Only one thing there, however, was destined to stretch as Blaze ground his hard length between Tommy's rear cheeks, thrusting and grinding, giving him a taste of the deep pleasure that was still yet to come.

The stud stallion pressed over him, a large paw slamming into the old wood of the barn over Tommy's head, though there was no time to catch his breath as he groaned, tail hole twitching, pulling, striving to open around a length that was too thick for him to easily take. But he had to do it - he wanted it far, far too much to say no, to do anything else but to take it all down, inch by glorious inch.

That could not be rushed, however, Blaze grunting, letting the natural push of his own body tease him inside, stretching out his partner more and more, letting the natural flex and stretch of Tommy's body adjust to his girth. And yet the strange sense of urgency there was not something that could so easily be set aside, groaning deep in the back of his throat, his tail flagging when it was not his pucker that was destined to be taken so deeply and passionately. That did not mean that the reactions of the body, however, could be ignored, not when every muscle in his body ached with a deep-set need.

And he had to take it, Tommy stifling his grunts and whimpers the best he could, for they could not be found, could not be heard. They were not yet "out" in that way, not yet, but it felt too good to turn back, his tail hole strained so very wide around a cock that never quite seemed like it was supposed to fit up there. It was so thick that it made him want to clench around it every time he took it, even if what he truly needed to do was to relax.

Relaxing was the last thing he wanted as Blaze thrust and thrust, driving into him again and again as need overcame the stud stallion's passion. His partner shuddered against him, moaning out loud, yet they could not be too randy, not so raunchy that they were caught.

One day, their lust would be out in the open. But, for the time being, they would just have to take their delight in the warmth of the sunset, the glow of their coats tipping their ears in the evening sun's shades. Tommy whimpered, head hanging, but he braced himself all the same against the barn wall, wood creaking, each driving thrust bringing a fresh wave of pleasure to the equine as his cock throbbed and drooled.

There was only one thing that could come from such a liaison and it was what they both wanted, the heady snorts and grunts of the moment washing over them, forcing their way through. Tommy shook his head, straining to relieve a little of the tension in his body, down the line of his neck. It would not come though, could not come, not until he had what he craved, his shaft in paw, pumping and stroking, matching the movement of his paw with the timing of the thrusts into his backside. He moaned out loud, Blaze hushing him, covering him with his body against the barn, yet relief, one way or another, had to come.

The appaloosa's squeal was stifled as he climaxed, though he could not hide the spent load of cum that splattered the barn wall, marking the wood and trickling down as his hips thrust and ground without his active mind meaning to. Blaze was not far behind either, heavy balls swinging as he released himself, though it was a deep, guttural groan that was his to take, heavy and drawn-out as if he was loathe to let the moment pass, even then.

"Yes..."

But there, in that moment, they could rest there, one huge shaft stretching out a backside that would be strained and lightly sore after the matter, relaxing in the afterglow. Blaze shuddered against his partner, holding him close and tightly, a groan rising from the back of his throat, nuzzling into Tommy's neck, but all he could do was whimper, holding it back the little that he could.

"Damn... You're..."

Tommy laughed softly.

"I know..."

What they knew, however, was for the two of them and only them. Together, the stallions quivered and moaned, muscles pressing over muscle, sharing a moment, while fleeting, that would forever remain their own.

Sundown would always bring a teasing of more passionate joy.

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Saddling a Mustang Stud

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"Aha!"

Matt laughed, though not from joy but raw passion, the stallion's cock driven up into the tight tail hole of his mustang boyfriend. The paint mustang, resplendent in a black and white coat with one white hoof, nickered and tried to buck like a wild, feral horse, even though he was an anthro, on all fours in the middle of the round pen, a stud to be "broken" despite their relationship.

Bryce snorting like a true wild horse, a gleam in his blue eye, tossing his head, mouthing the bit. He chomped and chewed and grabbed it between his teeth, nearly yanking his stallion dominant off his hooves where he crouched behind him, spearing in, his cock fitting perfectly into that pink, puckered tail hole. Matt may have been larger than the mustang, but it was Bryce who was more agile, twisting and heaving, snorting and bucking, showing off all that made his wild breeding what it was, the nature of the wilderness struck through him in a way that could never be tamed.

Yet his lover wished to "saddle" him, as was the nature of their play, the strung-out twist of dominance and submission passed back and forth between them. Grunting, Bryce took that length as if it was what he was bred for, though he was by no means going to make it easier for Matt. Oh no, that wasn't fun, that wasn't fun at all, not as he ground back and took that cock deep, massaging it with the clenching of his tail hole, squeezing down on it with all his might. He was different, in that way, possessing a little more control over his muscles back there purely from practice, and it showed in how his partner snorted, huffing hotly.

Matt's black coat frothed and foamed with white lines of sweat, smearing back into him, naked but for the Stetson on top of his head. He would not give in, riding his stallion out to the end, the reins clasped firmly in one paw, though he could be rougher with Bryce, considering that the mustang could tell him, of course, if he had gone too far. Safe words when it came to rougher play, of course, were absolutely standard between them. It spoke of their trust and bond, knowing one another inside out, that they had only ever had to use it once to ease off a little.

But that was of no matter as Matt's bared his teeth like a cougar, the stallion wrenching his lover's head back, showing him just how he broke unruly studs like him. He slammed in, harder and faster, the tightness of Bryce's backside not hindering him at all, as delectable as it was to plunge into, again and again.

There was no holding back, not as their feral grunts and snorts and neighs cut through the arena, the ranch and land beyond. Yet it was all theirs to take and the ranch was devoid but for their presence, leaving them free to squeal and stomp and tear up the round pen as much as they liked. Bryce's paws and knees pressed down into the sand as he rocked back against Matt, thrusting and grinding, wanting more, his resolve wavering.

The game was never, after all, for him to hold back forever.

He had to submit, if only a little, for maybe another time he would be the one holding the reins, the bit on his tongue, pressing down, driving him to submission. They'd never have treated any of the non-anthro equines like that, of course, but the roughness sent a chill down his spine, his body trembling.

Yes... Yes, it was what he needed, Matt's dominant paw pushing down between his shoulder blades, bearing him down, shoving his torso into the sand. He just about managed to lift his nose in time to not crush it into the fine, too-powdery grains (it was the dryer season, to be fair), but Matt had him right where he wanted him, thrusting in hard and fast, head raised in a stallion's triumph.

Matt could not hold back his pleasure, grinding in deeply, stretching out his partner as his balls ached, that tight hole too much for him to waste a single moment more on. He snorted heavily, taking his leave of it all, driving in again and again until ecstasy washed through him, spurts of hot cream filling his partner's backside. Rivulets dribbled out around his cock even as he thrust, Bryce orgasming powerfully below him, though they both knew which of their orgasms was the most potent. And that would always be that of the dominant stallion, irrevocably so.

The mustang nickered throatily, his nostrils fluttering. All was as it was supposed to be, the tightness of his gut gone, now that he had been forced lovingly back into his place. Matt caressed his mane, stroking his fingers down the arch of his neck, though the tenderness would not last for long. He may have broken a mustang, after all, but he still had to saddle him, ride out the bucks and take him for a ride that would prove that he was a stallion worth riding and taking out to round up the cows.

Matt smirked.

At least, that was their play, their tease of domination and submission, even if he would, on occasion, take the bottom role too. All in good fun, though there was still nothing quite like staying there, his cock throbbing with desire, spending every drop of cum that he had to give in the strained tail hole of a mustang who was every bit as much of a stud as him.

Bryce would always be his favourite mustang to ride.

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