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Locker Room Tales

Chapter Five

(C) Cederwyn Whitefurr

4th February, 2024

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It was a typical late afternoon in the locker room, the air thick with steam, the scent of sweat, and low, spoken voices. Chester, the thoroughbred, imbued the epitome of his species - a stoic elegance, as he went about his routine, meticulously organizing and packing his gear into his locker. Meanwhile, he heard the appreciative wolf whistles, cheers, and laughter, as a familiar clip-clop of lightly shod hooves reached Chester's back-swept ears. Placing a three-fingered hand on the door, Chester slammed his locker shut, his hooflets dragging down and making an ear-piecing squeal.

With a louder squeal, Ebony paused, slowly lowering his hoof to the ground, his ears ringing and the others who had been enjoying the Friesian's erotic show, melted away as Chester slowly turned his head to look at Ebony, a look of mild annoyance in his eyes.

"Must_you be so... _you?" Chester sighed, crossing his arms over his naked chest and staring at Ebony, who merely looked sheepish and scuffed a hoof on the floor.

"Oh, Chestie!" Ebony chuckled, his laughter echoing throughout the locker room. "Chestie - "

"Don't call me that - " Chester growled, then sighed and shook his head, placing a hand against his forehead. "Why do I put up with you -"

"Awww, what's the matter, Chester? Whose got this sweet stud's tail in a twist?" Ebony murmured, as he sashayed his way across, then took Chester's hand in both his own. "My dear Thoroughbred, you take life too seriously! Relax a little, enjoy the show..."

Striking a dramatic pose with a flourish, the light glimmering on Ebony's dark coat, accenting the fine musculature and physique.

Chester groused, a flicker of a smile curling his lips. "Show? This is a locker room, not some high-class brothel -"

Undeterred by Chester's words, Ebony pirouetted about, then sauntered over saucily, placing both hands around Chester's neck, looking up at the taller stallion through the top of his eyes and giving him his most charming smile, his dark eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint.

"Oh, come on Chestie - " Ebony whispered, lifting his head up to give Chester a teasing lick on the chin. "Loosen up a bit! You might find life more enjoyable."

As Ebony continued his flamboyant antics, lifting one leg up behind him, his dark tail swaying from side to side, Chester's temper simmered just below the surface. However, something about Ebony's carefree attitude built an ice wall over the volcano, suppressing, then dampening, the stress and anger that filled Chester.

Maybe this foolish, bisexual Colt has it right - Chester's mind pondered. Maybe there is more to life than familial expectations, rigid routines, and loft expectations, because of one's heritage...

"Chest - " Ebony began, then squealed and his eyes went wide, as he was slammed back against the lockers, Chester's large hands on his shoulders.

"Give me one reason - " Chester growled, his nose hard against Ebony's.

Ebony's eyes widened even further, before a cheeky smirk spread across his lips, as he looked down, then back up, pointedly raising an eyebrow.

"Ooh, I _like_a dominant stallion, who knows what he wants..." Ebony whispered, his hand sliding down Chester's well-muscled chest.

"You're a..." Chester grunted before he twitched and his eyes started to widen, as Ebony's smirk grew into an ear-to-ear grin.

"Oh, Chestie, I knew you weren't the stallion you professed to be - you were just playing hard to get! Now it's almost the end of our lives together at college and... mmph!"

Ebony's words were silenced, as Chester gripped him by the mane, curling it around his fingers, as he pulled Ebony's head forwards, pressing his lips hard against Ebony's. Ebony's ears went flat and he snorted through his wide nostrils, both surprised and pleased by his thoroughbred friend's unexpected intimacy.

For a time Ebony couldn't recall, Chester passionately kissed Ebony, before at last, he stepped back, Ebony's knees turning to jelly as he slid down the wall of lockers, then landed on his rump, his muzzle hanging open and eyes just staring. Chester looked down at him, flicking one ear, before he snorted and grinned, then walked away, a proud, noble stallion, head held high and a self-assured, confidant swagger in his steps.

"Never doubt me again, mare - " Chester's words come back to Ebony.

*

In the bustling cafeteria, vibrant chatter and clinking of glassware and cutlery filled the air. Scents of various foods mingled, as students moved between the line and the tables. James and Patrick sat at one, engaged in conversation and their trays laden with their partially eaten dinner.

Just as Patrick shared a hearty laugh with James, Ebony appeared, carrying his meal tray. His usually dramatic demeanor seemed subdued, as he slumped into an empty chair at the two friends' table, a bewildered expression in his body language.

Patrick, with a gentle snort of surprise, nudged James with an amused grin on his muzzle. "Looks like our lively friend has lost his sparkle. What's the matter, Princess? Some stud leave you out in the cold? What's going on Ebony?"

Ebony sighed, his ears drooping, as he absentmindedly poked at his food. "You wouldn't believe the day I've had. It's a tsunami of confusion and chaos decided to take up residence, rent-free, in my head..."

Patrick glanced at James, who blinked and looked back, before both looked at Ebony, their combined gazes curious yet empathetic, seeing Ebony's expression and words.

James, ever the calm and understanding presence, leaned forward, lightly placing a hand on Ebony's forearm. "Rough day huh? Your favorite toy finally give it up? Anything you want to talk about?"

Ebony managed a weak smile, his eyes hooded as he nervously shook his head. "It's just... I thought I had everything figured out, you know? It being... urgh, this is so hard!"

James, dropping his playful banter, tenderly stroked Ebony's forearm, offering support and understanding, realizing the Friesian was upset. "It's okay Ebony, we're your friends - we're here for you..."

"Sometimes in you - " Patrick laughed quietly, then a glance from James made him stop, then grow serious.

Patrick's words brought a slightly better smile to Ebony's lips, as he glanced over at Patrick.

"Everything... is just..." Ebony groaned and rested his chin in a hand, his ears flat. "now... it just feels like my world is upside down!"

Patrick leaned back, crossing his arms with a sympathetic smile. "Well, what's got your tail in such a twist? I haven't seen you this stressed since the male strippers that night at the club! Spill it, Ebony, friends are here to share the load... What's got you so flustered?"

"Or give loads - " James snickered, then Oofed as Patrick elbowed him in the ribs.

Ebony swallowed, then nervously glanced up through his eyebrows at his two friends. "It's... Chester, you see. We... had this... moment... in the locker room, and now everything is just... different! I can't wrap my head around it!"

"I bet you could wrap your... mmph!" James giggled, then as Patrick glared side-eyed at him and clamped his muzzle shut with both hands, James snorted good-naturedly, his ears pricking forwards.

Patrick blinked, his eyes widening, before he released James's muzzle. "You... and... him?"

Ebony shuddered and looked down, placing his hands in his lap. "He's...been on my mind, and it's driving me nuts! I'm not used to feeling this...lost."

As James opened his muzzle, a glare from Patrick made him shut it with a snap, Patrick's expression turned serious, his eyes narrowing in on Ebony. James, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, stifled a few giggles and cleared his throat, trying to become serious.

"A moment - " Patrick pondered, idly tapping the side of his cheek with a finger.

"He...kissed_me!" Ebony's breathless exhalation carried the full weight of his shock and surprise. "_Me...not just a friendly kiss on the cheek or..."

Patrick's eyes widened, and James, despite his playful nature, clamped his paws to his muzzle, the laughter showing in his eyes. A moment of silence hung in the air, as Patrick absorbed the gravity of Ebony's revelation.

Patrick's expression grew from amusement to genuine surprise and lastly, to concern. "Ebony, that changes things. Are you okay?"

James, finally serious, shifted awkwardly, his playful demeanor giving way to a more understanding and supportive one. "Wow... Mr. Redwood-Up-His-Tail..."

Ebony giggled nervously, he couldn't help it. His friends always knew how and what, to say to draw Ebony's true self out.

James, his light-hearted spirit, added a playful grin of his own, seeking to lighten the mood. "And if you need a distraction, just...uh..."

Jame's words faltered, as his eyes widened and he looked up, seeing Chester enter the cafeteria. When he saw his friends, he forgo the line and walked over towards them. Ebony's eyes widened, hearing the distinctive clip-clop, his ears slashing backward, as Patrick and James twitched, then adopted friendly, innocent expressions on their equine faces.

"Keep your muzzle shut - " Patrick side-mouthed at James, who nervously nickered in laughter.

Coming up behind Ebony, Chester placed a hand lightly on the quivering Friesian's shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze.

"Ebony - " Chester murmured, as he leaned forward, his breath warm against Ebony's right ear.

"Oh, hi!" Ebony giggled, as he flicked his ear.

"Come with me... please?" Chester spoke quietly, his voice flat and emotionless. "We need to talk, please?"

*

Chester led Ebony through the crowd and buzz of the cafeteria, the clatter and voices fading as the door closed behind them. Chester's usually confidant stride seemed to falter, each step a struggle against the weight of his unspoken feelings and emotions.

As they walked, they eventually found a more secluded spot, Chester's gaze dropped to the floor, and he took a deep, pensive breath. A visible tension in his body language and the tautness of his shoulders. Ebony held his tail aside, as he sat down, then patted the bench seat beside him. Reluctantly Chester sat, remaining tense and nervous. Ebony, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, remained quiet and still, just sitting beside his friend and offering comfort.

Chester finally spoke, his voice carrying a vulnerability that surprised even himself - Ebony, triply so. "Ebony, I... I need to be honest with you. With myself."

Ebony's dark-furred ears pricked forwards. "What's on your mind, Chester?"

Chester again hesitated, looking away, until Ebony, in a show of respect, gently cupped Chester's chin, turning his head to gaze into his friend's eyes, his own filled with compassion and love for his dear friend.

Chester swallowed, his ears flattening, his words caught in his throat as the unspoken secret finally yearning to be set free, was being strangled within him. "It's about us, about me. I've been hiding behind this facade, this image I thought... I needed to be. Its not who I am, my bloodline, my family...me..."

Ebony listened attentively, placing a hand lightly on Chester's thigh, in a symbolic gesture of friendship, he could smell and see, the depths of Chester's inner struggle.

Chester continued, his words flowing with a brutal, heartfelt honesty. "I've denied to myself, the truth for so long, torn between expectations and my desires. I've been lying to myself, and it's time to cast off that harness I've been bound by. It's time to break free."

Chester's voice grew softer, more revealing, and intimate. "I've been suppressing these feelings, Ebony, feelings that go beyond friendship. It's more than that, more than our camaraderie; it's an intimacy, that I've been denying myself, scared of what it might mean... for our friendship... or me- if the truth ever got out."

Ebony blinked once, his nostrils slightly flaring, yet he remained quiet, listening without judgment, sensing the gravity of Chester's confession.

"Ebony," Chester stammered, then glanced away, forcing Ebony to turn his head back again, to gaze into the thoroughbred's eyes. "I... want to be more than just a friend to you, Ebony. I want to share myself, authentically, unburdened by my family expectations, the pressure that suffocates me - I want- to truly be who I am..."

Ebony's eyes softened, his understanding and deep compassion evident, as his lips parted and he swallowed before that adorable smile spread across his dark equine lips. "Chester, you don't have to carry this alone. Whatever you're feeling, whatever you need to share, I'm here for you."

Chester, held by Ebony's gaze, slowly took both Ebony's paws in his own, sliding them down his shirt and placing them on Chester's lap, as he raised one eyebrow slowly - almost nervously - then leaned forwards and his lips ever so lightly brushed Ebony's left ear.

"I want... you to show me, please, what it is like...to be your stallion -"

Ebony's eyes went wider than he thought possible, his ears flattening and nostrils flared, as the moment he had dreamed of, since first coming to college as a freshman and meeting this proud, noble, and handsome thoroughbred.

Chester's heart pounded in his chest, his words lingering in the air. Ebony, still in a state of shock, gazed at Chester with a mixture of surprise and anticipation. Ebony's initial shock slowly transformed into a warm, understanding smile. He shifted closer, closing the gap between them, and gently cupped Chester's muzzle in his hands.

"Chester," Ebony whispered, his voice filled with affection. "I've been waiting for this moment since the day we first met. It doesn't matter what societal or familial expectations say; what matters is our connection and the truth of your heart."

Chester's nervous glance cast about, ensuring they were still alone, before he turned, his eyes meeting Ebony's, a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability reflected within them. Ebony leaned in, pressing his lips against Chester's in a soft, tender kiss. As the world around them seemed to fade into the background as they shared this moment, Chester felt his final defensive walls crumble.

As they parted, Ebony smiled, gazing into Chester's eyes, a newfound understanding passing between them. Chester, once burdened by the weight of expectations, felt a sense of liberation and acceptance. It was a profound moment for him - of vulnerability and honesty, a true coming out for Chester.

"I'm here for you, Chester," Ebony reassured, squeezing Chester's hands gently. "Let's go somewhere more - private. I'd be honoured, to be your mare."

*

Chester unlocked his dorm room, then opened the door, letting Ebony walk in. Ebony's eyes widened and he gasped, taking in the spacious chamber. It was adorned with expensive mahogany furniture, intricately carved with equine-themed engravings. The floor was thick, luxurious, and expensive carpet, that almost swallowed up Ebony's hooves. Against the walls, bookshelves held leather-bound tomes and scholarly texts, a testament to Chester's commitment to his academic pursuits - and familial expectations. As Ebony took it all in, the warmth and comfort of the room, made him feel like his own shared dorm room was a cell in a medieval dungeon by comparison.

A king-sized four-posted bed, draped in rich burgundy silk, occupied the far wall, accompanied by matching velvet pillows.

"I never - " Ebony gasped, his eyes wide. "How..."

Chester, feeling a flush of embarrassment, sighed and let the quivering stallion in, then sat him down on the bed. "Benefits of wealthy parents, who want only the best for their only foal -"

Chester closed and locked the door behind him, then sat down on the bed. "I've never - "

Ebony, glanced around, then rose and stepped away, glancing back over his shoulder at Chester, the tip of Ebony's tongue poking out as he crinkled his eyes in a mischievous look.

"What are you - " Chester began, but Ebony turned about, then placed a black-furred hand on Chester's lips, shushing him.

Ebony backed up, then turned around, before with sensuality and grace, began to slowly perform an erotic strip tease. Ebony's shirt slid down his furred form, his black fur glistening under the subdued lights, as he looked back over his shoulder, his tongue still poking like a shy groundhog between his lips, as he let the shirt flutter to the floor.

Turning around, Ebony raised his long, sensuous tail, holding it up like an Arabian stallion, before fluffing it out with his fingers. His graceful, athletic body gyrated and twisted in unnatural ways, as his fingers slipped into his shorts and pushed them down his dark, sleek thighs. His frilly, lace panties, clung to his lithe form like a second skin, as he bent forwards, placing his hands on the luxurious carpet, his spine as flat as the table before him.

Chester grunted and coughed, his fingers clawing at his collar as he snorted loudly through his nostrils.

Ebony nickered in laughter, before turning about, sashaying his hips, as he come closer, playfully licking and sucking on his index finger, before he straddled Chester, Ebony's knees on either side of his hips, then ground his rump suggestively against the bulging pants of the thoroughbred beneath him. Carefully, Ebony reached down, then unbuckled Chester's belt, tugging it through the loops and throwing it aside.

"Up..." Chester gurgled, an dis-comfortable look coming over his face.

Ebony grinned, then stood up, as Chester hurriedly stripped his slacks off, then to Ebony's surprise - he saw the half-mast of Chester's favorite toy.

"Oh...my - " Ebony gasped, clapping his paws to his cheeks. "You're..."

"If you're talking Mare," Chester laughed nervously. "you're not doing your job..."

Ebony snorted, then looked down, carefully enfolding first one hand, then the other around Chester's not-insignificant member. Cautiously, Ebony lifted it up and looked down at the firming prize.

"Oh, Chestie - you've been holding out on me - " Ebony murmured, his eyes wide and smile stretching from one ear to the other.

Without hesitation, Ebony dropped his head, then used his long, slick tongue to encircle Chester's penile head, tasting him and feeling the stallion's short, sudden gasp.

"Yummy..." Ebony whiffled through his nostrils, as he tenderly trailed his hooflets down, over the medial ring, and back again, bringing Chester to full arousal. "I never knew Thoroughbreds..."

With a startled, guttural neigh that shook the walls, Chester suddenly shrieked, his penis throbbing in Ebony's paws and a veritable fire hose of ejaculate splattered Ebony from throat down to his belly, instantly soaking through his fur and turning it a sticky, white as Ebony stared, wide-eyed - disbelieving in what had just happened.

Ebony gasped and leaped backward, looking down and slapping his splayed fingers over his belly, his ears flat and eyes wide. Chester, panting through his nostrils, sat up, his semi-flaccid length flopping onto the bed and dribbling. Sweat saturated him, and the post-orgasmic rush of endorphins seared through his bloodstream like magma.

With a strangled moan, Ebony slumped onto the end of the bed, his back to Chester, the hot, sticky foal cream rapidly cooling on his once pristine, immaculate black pelt. As Ebony snorted, his eyes narrowed and his ears went dead flat, his lips curling downwards in a very unhappy expression, before he crossed his arms over his chest, feeling the semen sticking to his arm fur.

"Oh my god, Ebony..." Chester huffed, struggling to draw breath. "I swear... that's never happened before -"

Ebony's tail slashed back and forth across the coverlet, his body posture showing the anger and disappointment that filled him, before with a low, quiet voice, dripping with exasperation.

"I am so not talking to you..."

END