Stallion Brothers

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Jocks in the Locker Room

Lamar groaned, heart pounding, sweat prickling at the black stallion's hide. His brother loomed over him, in the changing rooms at the rugby pitch, though the bay stallion was not wearing a stitch of clothing. Well, besides the shoulder pads that he seemed to have put back on merely for effect. And it most certainly had an effect as Ronnie smirked, his black tail swishing faintly, pinning his brother back against the metal lockers.

"Something you like, hm?"

Ronnie pushed him lightly, though it was not hard at all to make Lamar squirm. His younger brother, only by a couple of years, though they were both well into adulthood, was of a lighter build when it came to body type, though they had always enjoyed rugby, the rough nature of the sport. There was precision in it too, however, strength to be gained, and it was that precision that Ronnie played into, letting the fleshy pink of his tongue swipe out briefly over his lips, shaft thickening with a hot spill of stallion shaft.

Of course, his brother's eyes could not help but drop, even though Lamar was wearing a towel. Ah, there was not much that the black stud could hide in that, fresh and delightfully musky after a game on the muddy field, though it had all been in good fun. They'd gotten caught up with old friends, chatting by the side of the pitch, until all their teammates had been and gone from the changing rooms and showers. That hadn't been something that Ronnie could have honestly said he'd planned, but it was most certainly a happy accident, in the end...

Lamar panted heavily through his nostrils, the dark skin puckering and pulling as he dragged air into his lungs. Yet, no matter what he did, he didn't seem able to ease the tension across his chest, as if there simply was not enough oxygen in the air for him to take in, quivering where he stood, buckling at the knees. Of course, he had something of an unconventional relationship with his brother that had started partway through their studies at university, as adults....but it wasn't something that they had ever brought out of the flat, or even the bedroom most of the time. Their parents thought that they just got along really well (what fools they were!), but their shared flat helped them stick together for quite a bit of their studies. It was a benefit that they quite were ready to take advantage of as they grew closer and closer.

Yet that was the beginning of their story and Lamar gulped in the present moment, moaning as his brother lipped at his neck, his velvety, soft lips playing with his hide, teeth catching.

"Oh, fuck... Ronnie, someone could come in?"

Ronnie chuckled throatily, eyeing up the towel covering his brother's crotch.

"Yeah... You really seem to care about that."

Too quickly for Lamar to stop, Ronnie whipped away his towel, leaving Lamar bear with a hot length of thick horse cock spilling from his sheath, plumping it out as it thickened rapidly. It was already half out, the medial ring coming into definition, pointing out from his body, though the grey-skinned length could not help but sag lightly under its own weight. Horse cocks tended to have that problem, even if it was hardly any kind of problem at all.

Ronnie could have dominated, slammed his brother into the lockers and pounded his tight hole for all he was worth, yet it was so much better to him to toy with his "lover" first. That was too soft of a word to really describe what lay between them, yet it evoked a fire in the bay stallion like nothing else, stomping a hoof even as he dropped to his knees. His lips parted as he hungrily devoured Lamar's cock, letting the flat head press in over his mouth, sucked down into the back of his throat and deeper still, still growing.

Lamar groaned, head rolling back, shivering, helpless before the control of his brother. And yet it was a good kind of control, the kind that meant that he could give everything up and over, safely, into his brother's hands.

"Oh, fuck, yes..."

He breathed out harshly, ears twitching back and forth, though the shake of his tail, pushing from the dock at the base of his spine, was erratic at best. The younger equine's body didn't know what it was that it needed to do to release tension, shifting his weight back and forth from hoof to hoof. The suckle of his brother's lips on his cock was too intoxicating, however, his breath catching, hitching in his chest. He nickered throatily, licking his lips, working his jaw, Ronnie's throat expertly milking his cock. That was one more good thing about not having a gag reflex as an equine...

Ronnie smirked around his brother's dick. He didn't need to be on top to control him, to dominate him, though it was the kind of play that they could both pass back and forth between them, doing what they pleased when they pleased. He played his tongue around the swollen head of Lamar's cock, swirling around the sensitive, flatter tip, across the glands, encouraged even more so by the needy rocks and thrusts of Lamar's hips. His hands ran up the stallion's legs, feeling firm muscle - though not as much as he boasted on his own body - stroking and teasing, until he reached Lamar's balls.

Oh, such a sack was to be worshipped, yet that wasn't exactly Ronnie's type of dominance, even if he was just as keen to worship a strong, muscular male body, one that he lusted for quite frequently. He took the balls in his hands, deepthroating Lamar's cock to a chorus of whinnies and stomps, relishing in how the thick length throbbed on his tongue. But the weight of Lamar's nuts was more than enough all on their own, cradling them and soothing, even as he stoked the fire of need within them with his thumb rubbing into the sensitive flesh. All it took was a rub and a roll of his thumbs, every inch of the stud's cock crammed down his throat, for Lamar's breath to judder in his lungs and his cock to throb too obviously.

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There you go, colt...

"Oof, Ronnie... Ah..."

Lamar tried to remain in control of his senses, at the very least, but that was hard when he was being given the best head of his life. Though, the stallion would have said that every time Ronnie did get down on his knees for him to suck him off was the best head of his life - what could he say, he was biased? Only a little, but enough for his head to spin as he was dragged closer and closer to the edge, panting and heaving, sweat glistening on his dark coat as he perspired.

Yet the stallion did not seem to quite have any intention of bringing Lamar off and over the edge just yet, pulling back with a lewd, wet slurp. The head of Lamar's cock sprang from his lips in a soft spray of spittle and pre-cum, a string of fluids, mixed as they were, connecting Ronnie's lips to Lamar's cock for a breath of a moment. Lamar's heart skipped a beat, though he didn't know where to look, whether at the smirk in Ronnie's eyes, the throbbing hardness of his cock or how hard Ronnie's dick was, mottled and throbbing between his legs.

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Fuck, he's so fucking hot...

Sometimes, even in the privacy of one's own mind, only cursing would do. Spinning his finger in the air in a circle, Ronnie grinned, easily directing Lamar, without words, to face the lockers. With a burning heat in his cheeks, Lamar did exactly as he was told, his tail lifting. He was easy to manipulate, but Ronnie looked so good in those shoulder pads, fuck... Damn it...

Yet it was not a cock that pressed up under the soft, velvety dock of his tail but something smaller, warmer, wetter. He grunted thickly, arms up on either side of his head while his muzzle ducked down between them, pushing his shoulder blades back.

"Ah, fuck!"

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