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The door closed quietly behind me, and I leaned back against it with a heavy sigh. You ever have one of those days where the moment you step into work, you know it's going to be a write-off? That you are going to be effectively useless to yourself and everyone around you? That was the kind of day I was having. To be honest, I didn't even get as far as stepping into work. I didn't even make it out of my car. I pulled up to the lot, parked, put my hand on the door handle, and all I could think was a single three-word thought.

Yeah, fuck this.

Immediately I picked up my phone, called my boss, put on the gravelliest, wheeziest voice I could muster, and told her that I wouldn't be in today. I honestly expected her to give me shit for it; she didn't. I couldn't tell if it was compassion in her voice or resignation. Hopefully the first one; means I could get away with it again if I needed to. Not that I often needed to. I never missed work. Maybe that's why she didn't mind; she'd seen enough of me over the last year and a bit to last a lifetime.

Either way, I was home for the day. Slowly I trudged my way from the apartment's small foyer across the living room towards the hallway that led to my bedroom. As I shuffled into the hallway, I could hear the sound of running water, underlined by a deep but delicate humming. My roommate, Roy. He must've only gotten up within the last half hour or so; he was still dead asleep when I left that morning. Can't blame him, the poor guy must be exhausted. I considered knocking on the door to let him know I'd come back, but I thought better of it. He didn't need to be bothered with my comings and goings; he's had enough on his plate lately.

Roy. What could I say about him that wasn't effusively positive? You couldn't ask for a better roommate than someone like him. He always paid his share of the rent on time, he would clean up after himself (and sometimes after me), he was more than happy to spend time and money improving the condition of our apartment, whether it be buying and building some new furniture, going halves in with me on our new TV, or decorating with different knick-knacks and plants to bring some colour to the place. Plants especially; we had the most beautiful floral arrangements scattered throughout the apartment at all times of year. Part and parcel of owning your own floristry, I suppose. You get to keep whatever you don't sell, and Roy would always bring home some new arrangement he'd crafted and put it somewhere around the house. I appreciated it, especially in the colder months of the year. It was always good to have signs of life in front of you when the world outside was well and truly asleep in the deep of winter.

But they weren't the only things I enjoyed looking at.

Roy was...handsome. I can admit that to myself, even if I've never said it to him. The brumby stood well over six feet tall, covered in a beige coat that seemed to shimmer just the lightest bit silver if caught in the right light, except for his hands and the tip of his muzzle, where it faded into a dark brown colour. His coat was short, but there were a few places where a little bit extra fur seemed to grow-the centre of his breast, each of his shoulders, and both fetlocks, specifically-and it took this large, strapping, dare I say imposing stallion and turned him into a fuzzy, fluffy goliath. I often wondered just how soft it would be to lay my head against his chest. More often than I should, probably.

And those eyes. Those mysterious eyes. I wish I could tell you what they looked like, I've never seen them before.

The tufts of hair scattered across his frame wasn't all that made Roy into the big, fuzzy, friendly monster he was. He had a mane that you could get lost in. Thick locks of wavy, chestnut-brown hair cascaded gracefully from his head, falling well below his shoulder blades. In the front, a long, feathery fringe fell into his eyes, concealing them from the world, but somehow not concealing the world from him. I couldn't wrap my head around how he could see a thing through that thick curtain of hair, but I guess he could. He never bumped into things, never tripped over anything, never snipped his fingers while pruning his bouquets. He was a perfectly functional equine being. And frankly, I thought it added beautifully to this image I'd drawn up in my head of this gentle giant.

I shook my head as I opened the door and crossed the threshold into my bedroom, closing the door behind me. Setting my bags on the floor with a light thud, I fell face first into my bed with a satisfying whumph! of the mattress echoing dully through the room. The sound of the running water ceased, although the humming continued, and I smiled a little bit as my eyelids started to droop. I wished I could be as happy as that boy seemed to be all the time, with a song in my heart to carry me through the day. Perhaps that was the real difference between us. I was doing what I needed to to pay my bills, even if it was a bit of a drag sometimes. Roy, though, seemed to be one of those lucky few that did what he loved and managed to get paid for it. Good for him.

I'll get up in a minute to let him know I'm home, I thought to myself. Just gonna rest my eyes for a minute...

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I shuddered as my eyes flew open. How long had I been asleep? Surely not that long. I cast a glance over at the alarm clock on my nightstand. It was 3:41 PM. I had returned home at about 9:30 this morning. I must've been exhausted, and the effort it took to raise my head from the mattress only confirmed that yes, I was indeed exhausted.

I was also thirsty, however, and that seemed to be the strongest urge I was experiencing. For as much as I wanted to stay in bed, I slowly picked myself off the bed and dragged myself to the door of my room, opening it quietly. It felt like my head was holding up the rest of my body; taking the day off had definitely been the right call. I could hear the television in the living room; Roy must be in there. I hoped I wouldn't startle him by walking into the room well and truly within business hours.

"Hey Roy," I mumbled as I shuffled into the living room. "I'm hooo-OHHHHHH MY GOODNESS!!"

Before me, plain as day, sat Roy the brumby, completely and utterly naked, lounging on the couch watching TV. There was nothing I couldn't see, except of course for his eyes, but I could feel them train on mine the moment I opened my mouth. We stared at each other silently for a few moments, neither of us sure what to say. If it had gone any longer, I was sure that I would drop dead out of sheer humiliation.

"U-Um...h-hi," the stallion stammered, his lips twitching upwards into what I could only describe as a distraught smile. "Y-You're home early."

"Y-Yeah," I stammered back. "I, um...decided to take the day off. I needed to..." My eyes kept falling downwards, tracing his strong collarbone, down past the fuzz patch that grew in the middle of his well-toned chest, down across the gentle silhouettes of his softly shaped abdominals, down, further down still.

Holy...

His powerful legs were spread, and in between rested a massive sheath, from which just the tiniest hint of pink peeked through. I could only imagine what it must look like when fully exposed. But what hung below, I didn't have to imagine. A large sack sat below the sheath, rested delicately against the couch cushions. It matched the colour of his coat, but the hair looked even shorter, almost cropped completely down to the leathery skin. The two massive orbs inside rested against each other; the virility contained within was almost too much to think about, but I couldn't seem to pull my gaze away.

"Needed to?" he asked, snapping me away from my brief reverie. I finally returned my eyes to his...or where they would be behind the fringe, anyway. I swore silently to myself. I had been ogling him for so long that I could only assume he would be annoyed. I expected to find disgruntlement written all over his face...but it wasn't. He was blushing a deep scarlet red, and more than anything, he looked embarrassed, almost as if he was ashamed to be seen like this.

"Needed to...relax," I finally offered as a conclusion to the sentence. It was a fight to keep my eyes from wandering back down his figure, and it was a fight I was only just barely winning. Eventually it got to be too much, and I turned my head to the side, looking away from the stallion entirely.

"So, um..." I began after a few of the most awkward moments of silence I've endured in my life. I trained my eyes on a vase holding one of his gorgeous arrangements just to keep myself grounded in some capacity. "You, uh...is this usually how you spend your days off when I'm...not home?

"U-Uh...y-yeah," he mumbled, and I could see just barely from my periphery some movement from the brumby. I cast my glance a bit more in his direction; he was sitting more upright on the couch now, and he'd closed his legs, hiding everything below his waist from view. "I...sometimes it's nice to...be nude in your own space, I guess..."

The poor guy. He sounded mortified that he'd been caught out like this. I felt so bad; if I hadn't reacted as viscerally as I had, he probably would be a bit less humiliated by all of this. Not completely, but it would certainly feel more like an honest and, quite frankly, humorous mistake instead of nearing the level of existential crisis like it seemed to be.

"I-I'm sorry," he blurted after a quiet moment, rising from the couch, hands placed over his crotch, covering as much as he could from my view. "I'll go get dressed now."

"No, wait!" I interjected, snapping my head around to face him almost too quickly for me to realise what it was that I was doing or saying. "It's okay, you don't have to. I snuck up on you, it's not your fault. You can..." I gestured towards his nude frame. "You can stay like this if you want, I don't mind."

"No no," he said as he shook his head. "I'm not going to subject you to that. I don't want to be the only one here in my birthday suit, it's not fair."

Without another word, he began marching towards the hallway from which I had just emerged. I felt my chest burn with desire as he trod closer and closer, and within me a longing for see him like this even more tugged at my mind. Without thinking, I stepped directly into his path.

"Wait," I said calmly, and he stopped in his tracks, tilting his head ever so slightly to the side in confusion as he trained his mysterious hidden eyes on me. I didn't say anything more to the stallion; instead, I began removing my own clothes. First my shirt, then my trousers, one by one each article of clothing came off until I stood there before, as naked as the day I was born.

"There," I said plainly, holding my hands out to the side, palms up, displaying all I had for him to see. "Now you're not the only one, right?"

"Y-You..."

If I thought he was blushing hard before, I hadn't seen anything yet. His face turned beet red, and I could feel his eyes tracing every shape, angle, and curve of my figure, even if I couldn't see them. "U-Um...I-I..." he spluttered; the nervousness in his voice was so palpable it felt like I could wring it out of the air. It was almost imperceptible, but I could just barely tell that the hands he'd placed over his crotch were gripping everything just a little bit more firmly.

I smiled softly at the big, fuzzy brumby. "You can take your hands away, Roy. It's okay."

He shook his head. The blush got deeper still. "I-I don't think you want me to do that."

"Hey..." I took a single step closer to the stallion. I could see his lips quivering just the tiniest bit. "It's alright. You don't have to hide anything."

Slowly, agonisingly slowly, he removed his hands from his groin, and suddenly it became very clear why he didn't want to remove his hands.

Several more inches of pink had emerged from his sheath, his penis now dangling freely from its home, and more was coming. I almost had to wonder if it would ever end, but soon enough, the entire length hung down below his groin. I gasped quietly at the sheer length of what had been hidden away inside the genital pouch. It must have been as long as his forearm at least, possibly longer. I wasn't going to split hairs over the final numbers; it was more than enough for anyone to look at.

"My goodness, Roy..." I started, eyeing his length hungrily. "You've really got a-...Roy?"

As I was finally able to pull my gaze away from his groin, I looked up only to see the brumby with his face in his hands. "Roy...what's the matter?"

He took a deep breath, letting it out in a prolonged sigh. "I-I'm sorry..." he finally said, still not daring to remove his hands from his eyes. Instantly he fell back into silence, his breathing becoming shallow and rapid out of nowhere, each gasp getting just a little bit louder and louder.

"I-I've...I've wanted to see you like this for a long time," he finally blurted out, dropping his hands to his sides. "I've always thought you were stunning, and I've been wanting to see you without your clothes on, and now I have, and I've made such a fool of myself, and-"

"Hey," I interrupted, taking a few steps forward and closing the gap between us almost completely, and I reached forward and took his hand in mine. His gaze turned to meet mine, surprise etched all over his face, but he still closed his fingers around mine. "You don't have to be ashamed of anything, Roy."

He smiled at me, still as incredibly nervous as he'd been at any point this afternoon, but it was genuine. "T-Thanks...I was just so worried that you would think it was weird that I thought you were so hot..."

I chuckled. I could only imagine just how long he'd been dying to say those words to me, and how stupid it must have made him feel even if there was no reason to feel that way whatsoever. I opened my mouth to offer some more words of reassurance...but something brushing against the inside of my leg stopped me. I looked down...and then I looked back up at Roy, with what I could only assume was a blush to rival his own.

He chuckled at me apprehensively. "Like...really hot."

I glanced down once more. His penis was no longer hanging in between his legs; it was rising to full attention. I blinked a few times as the member stood up, and I could feel the most devious smile creeping from ear to ear across my face.

"Then..." I said softly, affecting as sultry of a tone as I could in my voice. Still gripping his hand in mine, the other one reached down in between our waists, and I wrapped it around the girth of his swollen length, just under the head. I felt it twitch in my hand almost immediately when our flesh made contact, the smooth, almost rubbery skin warm in my palm. "Maybe I show you just how hot I think you are, hmmm?"

I thought his head might explode with how hard he was blushing, and his free hand clutched at the back of his neck as he tossed a glance over his shoulder toward the couch. "...Should I sit down?"

I gave his hand a squeeze, and I couldn't resist giving the gently pulsing length in my other hand one as well. "Please do."

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Roy sat on the couch before me, the same way I had found him after I had awoken from my impromptu nap. Only this time, in between his legs stood his glorious, fleshy spire. It twitched and pulsed ever so gently with each beat of his heart, and with the rhythm pace it maintained, it wasn't hard for me to discern just how anxious the brumby must have been with how rapidly his heart was beating.

I stood before him, gazing down into his eyes. As much as I could, anyway, and I could tell his were gazing back at me too from behind the veil of chestnut hair. "Nervous?" I asked him softly, conveying as much compassion in my voice as possible.

He simply nodded back at me. "Y-Yeah..." he whispered.

"Don't be," I whispered back, reaching out for his hand. "I don't think you fully understand just how much I've been wanting to do this."

"Probably as much as I've been wanting you to," he replied, reaching out and taking my hand in his. "I just never thought you would, you know...actually want to."

Our hands still linked together, I slowly dropped to my knees in front of him. It was daunting, seeing the entire turgid length of his penis up and close and personal, but the lustful hunger rumbling in my belly quelled that in an instant. I reached up with my free hand and rested the palm flush against the head, which twitched under my touch, and twitched more and more as I ran my hand from the head all the way down the entire length until it reached the base of the shaft where it met his sheath.

"Believe me, Roy," I said with a salacious growl in my voice, and I leaned in and gently ran my tongue across the full diameter of the head, leaving it glistening in the soft light of the living room, the gentle murmur of pleasure eschewing from the stallion's muzzle caressing my ears. "I want this more than anything right now."

Roy could only stammer uselessly as I licked the tip again, and again, and once more for good measure, and eventually those stammerings gave way to simple guttural moans of anxious delight. I finally released his hand, and cradling the first few inches in the palm of my now free hand, I ran my tongue up along the underside of the stallion's twitching length. The taste was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. It was mild, yet somehow powerful, his natural musk combining with the smell of skin freshly scrubbed with some sort of floral-scented bodywash; I'd wondered for a while just how he would taste, and this was better than I could have ever imagined. I wanted to taste him, all of him.

And so I did. For what might have been hours, I ran my tongue all up and down the brumby's swollen shaft, tasting every inch of him. Every so often, I would dip below and get a good lick of his equally swollen sack, even going so far as to gently suck on the massive orbs contained within. They were so big, so full, and just as intoxicating as the rest of him. I could've been happy just tasting him like this, leaving his penis glistening in my saliva, slick and slippery from my tongue-bathing.

But there was more I wanted to taste.

"F-Fuck...wow..." the brumby stuttered after I had pulled myself away from his rod for just a few moments, content to stroke the slickened length gently with my hand. "You...really like it, don't you?"

I chuckled a little bit, gripping his shaft just a little bit tighter as I slowly stroked away at him. "I'm just getting started, big boy."

I spoke no more; my mouth had better things to do. Opening it wide, I fit my lips around the head of the brumby's rod, giving it a gentle suck, adding some more force to it little by little as if trying to coax louder and louder groans from the horse. Positioning myself a little bit more advantageously, I lined myself up and opened up as much of my lips, mouth, and throat as I possibly could, and I slowly began to lower myself on his rod, inch after inch, listening to the grunts and groans of the stallion I was swallowing. Each little bit got harder as the throbbing length filled me up, and yet my determination grew as his groans grew louder with every inch.

But of course, I could only go so far, and eventually I reached my limit, my eyes burning with tears as my body could not physically handle anymore of the stallion's member. Wrapping my hand around the shaft just where my lips met the smooth, fragrant skin, I pulled myself free with a gasp, strands of spittle drooling from my lips as I rapidly huffed breath in and out. I took notice of where my hand wrapped around the shaft.

"Huh..." I said with a mischievous grin. I had made it past the medial ring. Not bad for such a dangerously large spear the brumby was armed with. "I didn't do too bad, did I?"

"P-Please..." Roy gasped down at me, his hand clutching at the back of the couch. "Please, more..."

"Oh don't you worry, hot stuff. I'm not done with you yet."

I wrapped both hands around the girthy rod, and I stroked firmly up and down in a rhythmic motion, effectively covering roughly two thirds of the stallion's length with each pull and push of my palms and fingers. It didn't take long for me to get my mouth back into the action, working my lips up and down the musky, floral skin, tongue dragging with each motion along the base of Roy's throbbing cock. The noises floating into my ears from the stallion's lips were almost musical, matching the rhythm of each stroke, pitch bending upwards ever so slightly with each passing second. I was in heaven; to be sucking and stroking away at the lusciously large and sumptuously sweet rod of the roommate I had been pining for for well over a year, I could not remember the last time I was so full of lustful bliss. I could do this forever if given the chance.

But all good things must come to an end, but what an explosive ending it was. I was so lost in my own movements and rhythms that I had not heard Roy softly mutter that he was almost there. I'm sure he'd tried to say it loud enough for me to hear, but there was no way I would've heard anything with how into him I was in that moment.

Out of nowhere, I felt a warm, salty, sticky fluid filling my cheeks. My mouth began to salivate even more than it already had been as the brumby reached climax, filling me with his white hot seed. It was delicious; even through the salty bitterness that one would expect came a floral aroma that filled my nostrils, almost like freshly harvested honey. I swallowed as much as I could as quickly as I could, drinking him down like a hungry kitten drinks from its mother.

But even then, I couldn't keep up. My cheeks swelled like a balloon with the copious amount of seed that filled them; rivers began to stream from my lips and down the shaft of the horse's pulsing length as the overflow desperately sought an escape. Eventually, I had to pull away; cum streamed from my open mouth, spilling everywhere in front of me-the couch, the floor, my legs, Roy's cock, you name it. I blinked my eyes close as I felt more tears stinging along the bottom lids, and it was just as well that I did; the brumby apparently wasn't finished, and he shot several long, thick ropes of jism directly into my face, streaking my skin with white strands of seed. And yet I kept stroking, ever desperate for more, wanting only for the stallion to make an absolute embarrassment of me in the privacy of this intimate moment.

Soon enough, the torrent of seed had subsided. I wiped my closed eyes clear of as much of Roy's cum that I could, opening them to an absolutely obscene amount of the stuff everywhere; even now, a river of seed still flowed rather steadily from the tip of the horse's shaft. I glanced up at Roy; his head was lolled off to the side, and he was panting heavily. His face was as red as it had ever been all day. I smiled and giggled to myself, leaning in and resting myself in his crotch, letting his oozing cock rest against my shoulder.

"So," I began, reaching up and tracing a finger through the fluff in the centre of his chest. "Still think I'm hot?"

"I...I think..." he began to reply, having to stop for breath after nearly every word. "I've never...cum...so hard...in my life..."

"I can tell," I chuckled, turning my head to the side and tracing my tongue up along the side of his shaft, earning another little spurt from the tip and a long groan from the horse. "You've made a ruined mess of me..."

"Sorry...just...where'd you...learn how...to do that?" he asked almost incredulously.

"Nowhere," I responded with a shrug. "But you'd be amazed at what you can do for somebody when you're as eager to please them as I was for you."

"Holy...shit..." he whispered, reaching out with his hand, and placing it against my cheek. I leaned into his palm, feeling the warmth of his skin on mine. I could feel his heart thundering even in the veins of his fingers. "That was...amazing..."

I hummed quietly in satisfaction, shifting to give his palm a gentle kiss. "I'm glad you enjoyed that."

"Can I..." he huffed quietly. "What can I...do to make you feel that good?"

I had no trouble answering that question. "Easy, you can make just as much of a mess of me at the other end."

I felt the stallion freeze, and I also felt his penis-which had been starting to droop after releasing such a massive load-return to full strength at the offer.

"F-For real?"

"For real," I nodded, getting back up to both feet and holding my hand towards him. "To the bedroom?"

TO BE CONTINUED?