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The tyres on Brad's bike skidded on the rain-slick pavement as he slowed to a stop in front of a slightly rundown house in a poorer section of town. The tiled roof was patched with lichen, and grime painted the formerly pale green weatherboards. The lawn was well overgrown with dandelions taking the lion's share of the expanse, and the picket fence was missing a few posts and a lot of its white paint, as if it had leprosy.

Brad glanced at the dented, rusted letterbox. It was missing the first digit, but he could see its former outline. "Well, this must be the place," the young tiger said to himself. He dismounted and locked his bike to a nearby telephone pole before pushing through the gate and trudging up the cracked path to the front door. His nerves were getting the better of him; his heart felt like it was trying to escape his chest, and his breathing was shallow. He stopped on the porch and spent a minute trying to calm himself down before raising his hand and rapping upon the middle glass panel of the door.

Silence reigned, broken only by the dripping of a gutter into a puddle of water. Eventually, a shadow appeared through the glass. The door opened to reveal a pudgy horse in his late forties. His muzzle and dishevelled hair were showing the grey of premature ageing. The top half of his piebald body was covered by a stained white T-shirt; his bottom half was naked, and a pink- and brown-mottled cock that leaked precum jutted towards Brad. The horse smiled, a surprisingly warm smile that put Brad a little more at ease. "Come in, come in," he said with a slight hint of a Yorkshire accent. He stood aside, allowing Brad to slip past into a darkened lounge.

Brad tore his gaze away from the horse's enormous shaft and stepped into the house, blinking in the dim light, taking a few seconds to let his eyes adjust. Aside from some clutter and trash scattered across the floor, there was also a large flatscreen TV sat upon a low wooden cabinet, opposite a two-seater couch; the screen showed a well-hung badger ploughing balls deep into the rump of a skinny Doberman. The volume was low, but Brad could hear the whines, grunts, moaning and plap plap plap of the intense fucking. Despite his nerves, the tiger felt his cock growing in his pants, pushing the fabric out into an obvious tent.

The horse closed the door and moved over to the couch, sitting down with a groan and the creak of springs. "Make yourself comfy. I can see you're horny." He stretched out a hand and made grabbing motions towards Brad's crotch.

"Uh, sure." Brad's ears felt hot as he started removing his clothes. He stood in front of the horse, slipping out of his rain jacket and dropping it on the ground. His Rainbow Dash T-shirt followed, leaving the horse to gaze appreciatively upon his toned upper body. Panting a little, he paused for a few seconds before hooking his thumbs into his waistband and pulling down his trackpants and kicking them aside. His own dick wasn't anywhere near as big as the equine majesty before him, but it was just as hard.

Smiling widely, the horse gestured for Brad to come sit on the couch beside him. "Nice tackle."

"Thanks." The tiger eased himself onto the other seat and leaned back. He watched the horse's large hand move over to grasp his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze before starting to masturbate him. "Mmm, you like that?"

Brad nodded, his stomach seeming to flutter as he submitted to the stroking. Until now, he'd felt only his own hand on his cock, so the sensation of someone else jacking himself off was weird yet fascinating. He shuffled a little closer to take hold of the horse's impressive member. He could barely get his fingers around it, but the horse murred with appreciation as he began moving his hand up and down the heavy shaft. The tiger could barely believe that he had a horse's dick in his hand; if someone had asked him to list his favourite cocks, a horse's would be right at the top, and now here he was, living a dream.

"Rub the head," the horse murmured. "Get it all wet with my pre." He groaned as Brad moved his hand up to smear the copious precum leaking out all over his slightly flared glans. "Mm, that's it. Nice and slippery." He turned to look sideways at Brad. "Wanna taste it?"

The tiger's heart seemed to leap in his chest, and he nodded dumbly. He slipped off the couch and crouched between the horse's legs, marvelling at the huge staff being pushed in his face. He leaned in, trying to breathe slowly. The musky aroma of a randy male wafted into his nostrils, and he breathed deeply and held it, as if to savour it for as long as he could before he had to let it go.

He wrapped the fingers of his right hand around the meaty prick and pulled it closer until his lips touched it. Hesitating just a moment, Brad parted his lips and slipped them over the large flared. He had to open his mouth quite wide before the edge of the flare popped between his teeth, allowing the thinner shaft to slide deeper.

It felt a lot bigger in his mouth than it did in his hand. Brad's jaws already felt the first aching twinges as he tried to avoid pressing his teeth into the cock's soft flesh. He paused with about four inches inside, letting himself get used to the unique sensation, as well as absorbing the realisation that he was sucking his first dick.

"Take your time," the horse murmured, a smile on his face. He leaned forward and stretched out a large hand to tousle Brad's headfur. "Don't choke on it. Unless you want to," he said with a throaty chuckle.

Brad couldn't help but grin back, though it was made awkward by how full his mouth was. He added a nod and set to work on his first blowjob. He'd watched plenty of 'reference videos' but putting what he'd seen into practise proved to be a different affair. There wasn't much room in his mouth for his tongue to move, so he focused on massaging and stroking the shaft that was still outside while he bobbed his head back and forth. His teeth glided over the firm flesh, but the horse didn't seem to mind.

"That's it, boy, you're doing great," said the horse. "Let the head pop in and out of your lips."

The tiger nodded again, leaning back until the cock's head was compressed between his teeth. After a moment, he relaxed and let it slide out with a wet slurp. Brad thrilled at how the corona felt popping between his lips, and--barely moving his head--he repeated the motion just enough to let the edge slip past the boundary of his lips. He couldn't say why he liked it, but it felt strangely appealing to him, that sense of momentary pressure against his lips followed by release.

"Mmmph, fuck yeah. That's awesome. Keep doing that." The horse shifted position slightly on the couch, slouching down a bit and exposing more of his hairy ballsack. "Rub my nuts if you want."

Brad didn't need to be asked twice. He moved his other hand to grab the horse's scrotum, hefting them and feeling their weight. He knew they weren't full of cum, as so much art and stories made them out to be, but he still liked to fantasise that they were brimming with the gooey white fluid that he'd craved for a long time.

The horse grunted, shifted down a little more, and raised his legs, giving Brad more room to fondle his orbs. Brad took advantage, keeping his muzzle working the cock while he used both hands to caress, squeeze and rub over the heavy sack. His jaws still ached, but he was getting used to the strain of keeping his mouth open. Now and then, the flared head pushed into his throat, making him gag and causing saliva to spurt out between his lips as his belly heaved. When he did, the cock twitched and throbbed as if it was on the verge of erupting.

"Easy, easy! Choke on my cum, not my cock."

Brad pulled back, letting the meat slip from his mouth. "Yeah, I know. I just went a bit too far." He moved his hands from the horse's balls to the heavy shaft, masturbating it with firm strokes. "I love how this feels. It's... like one of those silicone toys, but real. And so warm." He leaned forward and rubbed the leaking head against his cheek. "Mmm."

"You're welcome to come over anytime and spend some time with it," the horse said. He gently took his cock from Brad's hands and stroked. "While you're down there, lick my balls if you want. Do you rim?"

"Uh, never done it," the tiger confessed with a rueful smile. "New to this, after all. But happy to give it a shot." He watched the horse jacking off for a short time before he leaned closer and began giving the balls a few kisses, which allowed him to press his nose right into the sheath's underside, giving him a good whiff of the manly scent. Then he got to work with his tongue, dragging it over each ball several times, coating them in a sheen of saliva. He tried to get one of the orbs into his mouth, but there was just no way it would ever fit between his teeth, so he had to settle for sucking at it as best he could.

Brad eventually focused his attention on the horse's anus. It was still partially hidden and difficult to access. "Uh, could you scoot forward a bit more?" The horse did so, and finally, Brad could get in and get his first taste of another man's hole. The smell of the area was milder than what he expected. Sure, it smelled sweaty with the unmistakable earthy undertone, but it wasn't unpleasant. He gazed upon the almost perfectly round donut that marked the entrance to the horse's bowels. Finally, he was looking upon his second favourite part of the body--aside from the cock. He found the equine anus especially attractive in how it looked like a perfect circle, with lines radiating out from the centre like a many-rayed star. He couldn't gaze upon it for too long, though; he had to get in close and taste it.

The tiger licked his lips a little nervously and then went in like a starving person faced with a feast. Brad buried his face in the horse's butt, inhaling deeply to revel in the unique aroma of unwashed masculinity as he laved that puffy donut with his tongue, swirling it around and digging it into the centre, trying to penetrate as deeply as he could.

The horse grunted in lusty approval as he masturbated. "Jeez, kid. Never seen anyone so hungry for arse before." He reached down and pressed firmly on the back of Brad's head, making sure the tiger kept his mouth right up against his hole. "Get that tongue in deep. Feels damn good."

Brad struggled to breathe with his nose pressed right up under the horse's pendulous balls, but he grabbed breath when he could. Even though he was basically given no option but to give the best rimjob he'd ever given, it was giving him a thrill that he didn't expect--someone taking charge of him. The pressure stayed on his head as he drove his tongue into the elastic sphincter, trying to work up some saliva to make it easier to slide in. The texture of the donut upon his lips was oddly pleasant, and he found himself moaning and snuffling into the hole as he feasted upon it. After the initial distaste at the flavour within, Brad had got used to it, and was now trying to reach deeper through the clenched pucker.

The horse above him was panting and muttering to himself as he worked his cock rapidly, bringing himself closer to climax. "Hnnngh, fuck, I'm gonna come!"

Brad pulled himself away from the horse's rump and sat with eager anticipation as the horse sat up and aimed his cock directly at the tiger's face. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, his nerves tensing as he waited for the outburst. Not knowing when he'd feel the first spurt on his face was torture.

Seconds passed, and Brad was on the verge of opening his eyes to watch the horse vigorously masturbating just inches from his face. He could hear the sticky noises of a hand moving up and down a precum-slick shaft, accompanied by rough panting and dirty sotto voce mutterings.

"Fuuuck, here it comes!"

Brad's throat received a direct hit of thick, goopy semen, followed quickly by another that splattered over his muzzle as he went into a coughing fit, trying to clear his throat of cum. More splashed over his head and down his chest, and even into one of his ears as the horse adjusted his aim to give Brad a generous coating of his seed.

Brad recovered enough to take the last couple of shots into his mouth, swilling the spunk around his teeth and over his tongue, inhaling deeply before he swallowed so he could savour the taste as it slipped down. It was fairly bitter, with a metallic undertone, but he wasn't going to complain about it; he'd tasted worse things, horse anus included.

"I really slimed you really good," the horse said after catching his breath. "Want a pic to show your friends?"

The tiger nodded, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "Uh, phone's in my jacket pocket. You can take one for yourself too."

"Sweet!" The couch springs creaked as the horse rose to grab Brad's jacket. "Ah, this pocket. Oh, you'll have to unlock it." He passed the phone to Brad.

"Oh, right. Oops." Brad tried to wipe the cum away from his eyes. He swiped his unlock path, opened the camera app and handed the phone back to the horse.

"Lift your head a bit, and smile!" Brad did so, gazing directly at his phone, and was rewarded with the flash of the blinding LED followed by the shutter-click. Another photo was taken, then the horse reached for his phone to take his own pics. "Awesome, kid. You took my jizz like a pro. Feel good?"

Brad thought about the question; he was naked, glazed with pearly white semen that dripped thickly down his face and body, and now someone had a picture of him. He grinned widely. "I love it. It's like, one of my dreams come true."

"Mm, great to hear. I'm happy to help you out with that dream any time you want. I'm always up to blow my load over a cute guy. Or in them."

"Thanks. I'll defs hit you up again. Might wanna think about a towel or two next time, though. There's cum all over your floor."

The horse laughed a throaty rumble that reverberated off the walls. "Not the first time I've left a mess, and it won't be the last."

"I need to shower, if that's okay? Can't go home looking like this, as sexy as it'd be."

"Sure. Down the hall, to your left. Towels are in the cupboard next to the door. Grab one for me too, if you would."

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Brad stood under the spray, enjoying the hot water pelting his body. He tilted his head back, allowing the cum to be rinsed away and swirl down the drain. After a minute or so he reached for a large bottle of shampoo and squirted a generous amount into his hand to massage into his fur. It had a pleasant fruity scent, albeit a bit overpowering.

As he washed, he mulled over what he'd just done. He'd come over to a random guy's house, sucked his dick, eaten his ass, and got bukkaked like the hot guys he'd watched in many videos on porn sites. The only way it could have been better would have been if he'd had that dick inside him, but he wasn't yet prepared for that. It'd be a huge undertaking--in more ways than one.

He shut the water off and shucked off the excess on his fur before he grabbed the fluffy red towel he'd chosen and dried himself off thoroughly. The fruity scent had mostly dissipated, leaving a vague sense of forest berries.

The horse had switched off the TV and mopped up the worst of his seminal outburst by the time Brad came back in. He looked up from the couch and smiled. "House might not be much, but the shower's great."

"Yeah, true." Brad picked up his clothes and began pulling them on. "I, uh, really enjoyed that session," he said, a little embarrassment showing through as he admitted it. "I've heard stories about people's first hookups being terrible, but... you weren't."

"Really? Well, thanks for the honesty. You know, if you're gonna come over again, I should know your proper name. I don't really want to call you 'Shy LF 2 Suck' all the time."

Brad grinned and shook his head. "Brad. And I guess you're not 'Hung & Horny'."

"Nope. Call me Jimmy." The horse extended a hand, which Brad shook with a firm grip. "Nice to meet you," he added with a chuckle. "Better late than never."

"Yeah. Um, I'd better get going. Parents will be home from work soon, and I need to start making dinner." Brad cringed inwardly; he felt so awkward saying that, like he was copping out.

"Sweet as. I'll message you later this week, eh?"

"Sure thing." The tiger grabbed his phone from the couch and headed for the door to open it. As he was about to step out onto the porch, he hesitated. "Thanks again, Jimmy."

"No prob, Brad. Catch ya soon."

Brad closed the door behind him and stopped just before he left the porch. Rain had started falling again, more heavily than it had earlier in the day. "Damn it," he said before he dashed down the path.

As he cycled home, Brad ran the encounter through his head again. He hoped it wouldn't be just a one-off and was cautiously optimistic that he'd hear from Jimmy again soon.