Coming Out
Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity and all that jazz, yada yada yada. Don't read if under 18. This story is copyrighted to me (Lance Tanis), and requires my permission for redistribution. Enjoy my first story here on YC, ya loveable, furry perverts.
"Huff... Huff..." The young equine had just finished his last lap around the school's track, completing his set of 16. Panting, the teen fell to the ground in front of his PE teacher with a loud, over-exaggerated sigh. "There... 16 laps... Just like you asked..." He made a loud gasping sound and fell forward on his face, motionless.
The teacher, a large, well-toned tiger, just continued to check his clipboard, completely ignoring the horse at his feet. "Get up, Macer." He growled, giving his striped tail a flick. "You're done for today. I've got to get to the wrestlin' finals, and sitting out here watching your sorry ass isn't something I want to be doing. This is the last class I'm gonna let you make up, so wise up and learn to bring your gym clothes. Now go get showered and head home."
"Yes, Mister Kinard." Came a muffled reply from the ground.
"Good." The fit feline spat at the ground next to the horse, narrowly missing him, and tucked his clipboard under his arm while striding over to the wrestling gym.
The boy lay there on the ground for a minute, waiting for the teacher to get out of earshot. Sitting up, he extended both middle fingers and stuck his tongue out at the receding figure. "Yeah, ya bastard." He muttered under his breath. Giving a sigh, he laid back on the artificial turf, letting the cool spring breeze flow over his exposed chest. He wasn't really tired, just being dramatic. At 16 years old, the equine was actually quite fit. He was short for his age, only 5'5, but he what he lacked in height, he made up for in speed. His lean frame, muscled legs, and lightweight had all helped him on his way too becoming the best track runner Walton High had seen in years. Usually clad in nothing but a pair of shorts and a skin tight T-shirt, the chestnut-furred, black haired horse was quite the attractive sight. In fact, he'd already had 2 girlfriends, but none of them ever lasted.
The boy sat up again, stretching his legs and quickly jumping up. Heading over to the bleachers, her grabbed his shirt and headed back to the main locker room. Swishing his long, black tail, he lightly jogged into the building. His hooves clacked on the cement stairs as he headed into the boy's locker room, eager to shower and get home. Expecting to not see anyone down there, he quickly stripped from his shorts and tossed his clothes on a nearby bench, making his way over to the showers. Completely naked, now one could see the other reason he was popular with the ladies. Hanging between his legs was what could only be described as 'well endowed', even for a horse. The large, slightly darker colored sheath left nothing to the imagination. His package and large, perfectly rounded scrotum swayed gently with each step he took. He was proud of his endowment, especially when with one of his many 'Yiff hunnies', as he liked to call them. However, he was always uncomfortable around other men. Usually, he would be the last to get dressed or undressed for PE, if he'd 'remembered' to even bring his clothes.
But today he didn't need to worry. There wasn't any practice going on today, and the wrestlers used a different locker room, so the horse thought he would have the shower to himself. Reaching over and turning on the showerhead, he waited for the water to get warm. After a few seconds, he stepped under the steamy stream and sighed loudly as the warm water cascaded over his body. He was now totally soaked and just starting to enjoy the shower when he heard something that made him freeze. The sound of hooves on tile echoed through the shower room as it mingled with the sound of dripping water. Soon, the horse heard the squeak of the shower knob as it turned, shortly followed by the sound of gushing water. Recovering slightly, the boy kept his back to the new arrival, slowly inching his way out of the shower. He stopped again as a new sound reached his ears. Listening closely, he realized the new sound was actually deep humming. Taking a chance, the equine looked over his shoulder slightly. Standing a little ways away was a powerfully built figure. Easily 6 and a half feet tall, the horse couldn't resist staring at the giant. Broad, muscled shoulders, powerful frame, short, brown fur. A thin tail with a small tuft of fur on the end swished lazily between thick, trunk-like legs. His head was a bit small in proportion to the rest of body. It was topped with short, darker colored hair and a pair of wicked looking horns curved out and up.
The bull had his back to the young horse, which was probably best considering he couldn't take his eyes off him. 'So... big...' He thought to himself. A sudden change in water temperature quickly brought him back to his senses. "Ah!" He yelped, as he backed away from his now-scalding shower. His back was once again turned to bovine. "Damn shower..." He muttered, rubbing the part of his thigh that took the hot blast. He froze then. Something was wrong. Trying to think of what it was, the horse nearly fell to his knees when it hit him. The humming had stopped and was replaced by the sound of hooves on tile. He stood there, back his companion, waiting for something to happen. He jumped a little as a deep voice suddenly broke the silence. "Hey, man. Are you okay?"
The horse shook his head a little, not bothering to look back. "I'm fine." He replied quickly.
"You sure? These showers tend to act up sometimes and have been known to burn students." The horse flinched a little as he felt a large, heavy hand rest on his shoulder. "Hey... You're Kyle Macer, aren't you? The track guy."
Kyle chuckled nervously. "Yeah. T-that's me." He shrugged of the other's hand, taking a step away from the bull in the direction of the lockers.
"Hey, no reason to give me the cold shoulder. I haven't done anything. At least face me and say hi." The bovine's last words had a slight command to it, which caused Kyle to stop. He stood there for moment, thinking of what to do. Finally, he crossed his arms and tried to put on a sort of bored expression, even if he was blushing. "Yeah, sorry. Just not used to being touched by other men." He slowly turned around, lowering his head as he exposed himself to the other male.
The bull chuckled. "Nothing wrong with a pat on the..." He paused as the horse turned, taken off guard at what the horse was packing. He shook his head. "Shoulder." He was now focused completely on the younger male's manhood. 'Damn...' He thought. 'Wonder if he's into an 18 year old like me...'
"Yeah, I guess so..." Kyle muttered, unaware of what the other was doing. An awkward silence began to permeate the shower room. Kyle gave a quick cough and looked up into the other's face, avoiding looking at his crotch so not to be rude. However, he noticed that the bull was intently staring at his. "Ahem," he coughed loudly, startling the bull. "So you know I'm Kyle. Who're you?"
The bull laughed a little scratched the back of his head. "Sorry." He extended his hand out to Kyle. "Rove. Jeremiah Rove, actually, but everyone just calls me Rove." Kyle looked down at the bull's outstretched hand, extending his own. However, something else caught his eye. Staring down, he saw for the first time in his life, another male's crotch. He nearly missed the bull's hand in his shock, but quickly recovered and grabbed it at the last second. Shaking it, he continued to stare at the other's groin. "Y-yeah... Nice to meet you too, Rover." He knew he was being rude, but damn. Kyle never thought something like another man's dick would be so... alluring. The bull chuckled again, giving his hips a shake as the horse continued to shake his hand. "It's Rove, not Rover." He let the horse's hand fall from his own. "Like what you see?" He gave his hips another shake, causing his thick sheath and balls to slap against his thighs.
Kyle shook his head and looked away quickly, blushing deeply. "S-sorry." He stuttered. "I'll... I'll just be going now..." He turned around quickly and started to walk away, trying to force the bulls crotch out of his head. He didn't get very far, for the same heavy hand grabbed his shoulder for the second time that day. "Hey, man. I don't care if you look at my junk. Hell, I'll even let you jerk it off you want. You've got a nice package too, ya know." Kyle started to have a large coughing fit at those words. Recovering after a moment, he shook his head. "That's really okay, but I'm not... You know..." He paused, turning back to the bull. "Gay." He whispered, lowering his head.
The bull was quiet for a moment, then chuckled. "Well now, 'not gay'?" He repeated. "Kyle, everyone's a little gay. There's nothing wrong with it. If you've got feelings for another guy, or even just his equipment, it's perfectly alright." Rove smiled clapped the horse on his back. "Ya know, Rove." Kyle said. "I don't really feel comfortable with this..." His gaze drifted back to the bovine's substantial package. Without warning, he reached forward quickly and grabbed the thick sheath, kneading it in his fingers.
Rove let out a quick gasp at the sudden contact, but quickly followed up with a murr. He looked down and chuckled at the boy, giving him a warm smile. "If you want to explore and experiment, I won't mind. And I'll keep your secret too." Kyle, still fingering Rove's sheath, looked up into the other's face. He blushed again and whispered "Thanks," then returned his attention to what was in his fingers. He studied the bull's anatomy, taking in every detail, texture, and weight. His fingers traveled down the furry holder, inching to a stop on the large scrotum. Much larger than his own, Kyle marveled at their size. "Their huge..." He whispered. "Indeed." Came the deep reply of Rove. "But I'm also a big creature."
Rove was in heaven. Here was this handsome equine with a huge endowment, and he had him in the palm of his hand! He murred deep and low as the younger male satisfied his curiosity. Soon, he would take control of the situation, which just the thought of caused his sheath to begin to swell. In a minute, his member would emerge and with it a powerful blast of musk, and then this beautiful horse would be all his.
Kyle was experiencing similar feelings. As he toyed and explored the heavy bovine appendage, he finally began to realize why none of his previous relationships ever lasted. He had never been interested in females or their bodies, just thought that it was necessary to mate one and have kids. He gasped quietly, for the bull's sheath had started to expand and feel heavier. What happened next only confirmed his feelings for other men. With a deep sigh, the bull's sheath quivered and grew quickly, the deep head of his deep red member poking out. The smell was overpowering. "Ungh..." Kyle let out a soft groan as the powerful male musk hit his nostrils, causing him to sink slowly to his knees.
"Hmmm..." Rove mused, his paw falling to the boy's head, stroking his hair. "You like that smell, don't you?" Kyle gave a slight nod, unable to take his eyes off the growing shaft. Rove wrapped a hand around his member, pulling it slowly from his sheath. He rolled it in his palm, waving the 6-inch semi-hard on in front of the equine's face. "It gets bigger, ya know." He smiled, tweaking the horse's ears with his free paw. Looking behind him, he scooted back a little and sat down on bench, his navel now level with the teen's face. "Go ahead. Touch it. Feel it. Love it." His voice had begun to adopt an even lower, more seductive tone.
Kyle was enraptured by the awesome sight of the bull's manhood. Unable to resist, he heeded what Rove said and reached his hand up to gently grasp the thick member. He let out a slow whistle as the crimson cock twitched in his hand, the warm throb causing his own sheath to begin to fill. Kyle gently began to stroke the bull meat, leaning forward to inhale the earthy scent of the bovine's musk. Soon, the Rove's member was fully erect. Standing free at 11 and a half inches, the red pole was a beautiful sight to the young horse. It wasn't as long as his own, but was at least an inch thicker. He couldn't resist the urge to lean his head forward even more, his nose only centimeter's away from the titanic length.
"Go on." The bull urged, twitching his cock so it lightly struck the horse's nose. "You know you want to." Kyle hesitated for a moment, wondering if what he was doing or what he was about to do was even right. But what was right, anyway? Shrugging, he carefully leaned forward, slowly extending his tongue. Slowly, he pressed it to base of the cock and dragged it up in a long lick. Rove moaned with pleasure at the attention that his cock was receiving. "Mmmm..." He murred. "It's been awhile since I've felt this." Carefully, he placed a broad hand on the horse's head, pressing it toward his groin slightly. "C'mon. Suck it, boy. I'm waiting."
Needing no further encouragement, Kyle removed his tongue from the bull's fat cock-head, and scooted closer to the bull. Grasping those thick, powerful thighs, Kyle bent forward and proceeded to wrap his muzzle over the thick head of the bull's member. Groaning with pleasure, Rove leaned back against the lockers, his cock twitching as he began to steadily leak his pre. Kyle murred as this new taste found his tongue, causing him to lick all over the cock-head. Bending over more, he forced more and more of Rove's manhood into his long, equine muzzle. He stopped when he felt the head hit the back of his throat, causing Rove to shudder and squirt a small blast of warm pre into the teen. Murring deeper, Rove grinned and tightened his grip on Kyle's head. Pushing forward, he forced the rest of his length into the boy's eager mouth, causing him to gag slightly.
Kyle winced and choked a little as felt the cock travel further into his maw, but tried his best to stay still. Soon, he felt the bovine's thick pubic hair begin to tickle his nose. Rove held him there for a moment, his cock twitching in the warm confines, squirting pre into the horse's stomach. "Mmm..." Rove purred. "You've got quite the muzzle there to take it all." He grinned and pulled the horse up, removing his saliva-coated cock from Kyle's maw. "Thanks!" Kyle beamed at the compliment. "MmmHmm..." Rove quickly pushed Kyle's muzzle back over his cock, murring deeply. "Good. Now let me muzzle-fuck you. I need to see how well you can take cum to the face before the real fun begins."
Kyle was a little surprised at Rove's sudden actions, but quickly fell into it once again. Wondering what he meant by 'before the real fun begins', he just shook it off and focused on the meat before him. Sealing his mouth around the cock, he slowly began to bob his head up and down, dragging his tongue over the cock-head as he did. Kyle had actually done this many times to himself, being gifted with the ability to flex quite far. True, this cock was thicker and took more of an effort to pump his head over it, but he didn't mind. In fact, this was actually getting him quite turned on. He hadn't noticed it before, but while he had been sucking off the bull his own member had started to come free. Now fully erect, his ebony length swung freely under the bench, waving in perfect synch with his bobbing head.
Rove was now moaning steadily, his cock twitching and throbbing against the wonderful equine muzzle. 'Damn." He thought to himself. 'This kid's good...' He squeezed Kyle's head a little tighter, pushing harder. Arching his back, he began to softly thrust into Kyle's maw, spraying pre in a steady flow. "Unf!" Kyle gagged a little as he tried to accommodate the large member constantly being thrust into his throat. Remembering what always helped him to get off, he quickly moved his hands from the large thighs to solid bovine ass. "Mmm... Yeah... That's it, slut." Rove moaned as he felt the horse explore his body. "Feel me up. Enjoy yourself." Kyle needed no further obligation. Wrapping his fingers around the tight ass, he inched and groped them around until one hand firmly held the base of Rove's tail. Lifting it slightly, he reached over with his other paw and gently traced a finger around the bovine's pink pucker.
Rove shuddered at the contact, grinning at what the horse was gonna do. Thrusting and pushing his hands forward, he groaned as he felt his length slide in and out of the equine's muzzle. Soon, he felt a very familiar pressure begin to well up in his pelvic area, causing his balls to tighten and his rod to go stiff. The feeling made him pump even faster, eager to see this young teen take a face full of his spunk. Suddenly, he felt a slight pressure on his rear, followed by the sensation of one of Kyle's finger's slipping into his tight anus. Gasping, his anal walls clenching tightly around the intruding finger, Rove let himself go.
Moaning loudly, the bull placed both hands on Kyle's head, pushing hard. Jamming his cock in as far as it would go, Rove seized up and bucked hard, spraying his cum down the horse's throat. Gagging, Kyle tried to force himself off, nearly choking on the intense waves of bull spunk. Grinning, Rove pulled the horse's head up a bit, now filling his mouth with his cum. He grinned as the horse tried to take it all, watching his cum occasionally squirt from around his lips. Finally, pulling away, he shot a few last strands on Kyle's face. Balls, aching, he settled back against the lockers and released his cock, the odd drip of cum still leaking.
Kyle felt amazing. This was possibly the best sexual rush of his life. He licked at the insides of his mouth and wiped a hand around his face, licking the excess cum. The taste was salty and sweet, and he couldn't get enough of it. Licking the bull's cock clean, he also sucked what he could off the floor. Satisfied that he had gotten it all, Kyle lay back on the ground with a sigh, his stomach rumbling happily. "That..." He panted. "Was amazing..."
"Heh heh." Rove chuckled. "That's only the beginning, slut." Kyle grinned and rubbed his aching erection, which her now noticed needed some attending to. He was about to ask Rove for some help, but the sound of footsteps in the hall outside made him freeze. Unable to see over the lockers, he caught his breath as the footsteps stopped just on the other side. He could hear slight sniffing sound, followed by a distinct and somewhat, familiar, feline purr.
"Started without me, eh Rove?"
"Sorry, Mister Kinard, couldn't help myself."
To be continued...