Making the Best of Leave Part 1

Story by Laan_Saathoff on SoFurry

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This is a repost of an old story. I apologize for its previous deletion.


Making the Best of Leave

Brad Stonebrooke was slowly dragged into consciousness by the shrill screech of his alarm clock at 7:00AM on a Monday in July. After fumbling around for the "off" button, the dazed quarter horse sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. He threw his legs over the edge of the bed, stood up and slowly shuffled toward the dresser in the corner of the motel room. Brad stopped however when he felt the warm kiss of the morning sunshine on his body as it filtered through the shades. The angle was just right so that the golden beam began just below his neck and ran down to his knees, warming everything in between. Coaxed by the warmth, his penis began to peek from its sheath. As Brad stretched and yawned in the sun he smiled as he felt his penis continue to emerge from inside him. A minute later, fully exposed though not yet erect, his full fifteen inches of pride swung back and forth as he sauntered to his dresser and set out his clothes for the day.

Still naked Brad stood in front of the mirror and examined his mane. The palomino's hair was cut short enough that it stood up on its own but he ran a brush through it a few times all the same. With his hair in order his attention shifted to his broad chest and his powerful, rippling muscles. Flexing his arms a few times in the mirror, Brad stepped far enough back that he could see himself from the knees up. Striking full-body poses, the sight of his powerful frame combined with that of his massive member and pendulous testicles filled him with pride. Excellent breeding and hours upon hours in the gym had really paid off for him.

"Damn I'm sexy" he said aloud.

No sooner had he said this than there was a knock at the door. After looking through the peep-hole Brad opened the door.

"Dude, are you ever not early to anything?" he asked his visitor.

"Not if I can help it" replied the Arabian as he stepped past Brad and entered the motel room. "Nice boner by the way."

"Thanks. Let me get dressed here and I'll be ready to go" Brad answered. "Dammit though it's hard to put these briefs on with my dick hanging out."

"I can help you get it down if you want" the Arabian said with a sly smile.

"Look around Long. Don't you think there are enough cum stains in this shit-hole motel room as it is?" Brad laughed.

"Yeah I noticed that. You're really one cheap son of a bitch Brad you know that? But as fun as sucking you off would be that's not what I was talking about" Long said. "It seems that division is going to be conducting readiness assessments next week. They're cutting our leave short."

"Fuck" Brad groaned. "Who told you that?"

Long flopped down on the bed, "Some sweet-assed little lioness in intelligence I've been banging for the last week or so."

Matthias Longstride or "Long" to those that knew him, was a tall, lean chestnut Arabian with a wavy black mane. The nickname Long was a double-entendre as it was not only part of his last name but it did well to describe his twenty inches of horse meat. Even for a horse, Long was hung. He and Brad had met in basic training and became fast friends. About a year earlier, the two realized that they shared a fascination with ass-play and soon found themselves in bed together. They were both very promiscuous as most young stallions are but aside from each other, they both mated exclusively with females.

"Well shit" said Brad as he slung his ruck onto his back. "We'd better make the best of the time we have then hadn't we?"

Long slapped Brad's ass as he passed and walked out the door, "My thoughts exactly."

The two piled into Long's old Jeep and tore out of the motel parking lot toward the mountains. After a few miles they turned off onto a back road that slithered up into the mountain range.

"Have you got our route plotted out?" Long asked, raising his voice over the cool, rushing air that roared inside the open-top Jeep.

"Yeah," Brad yelled back. "I figure we'll reach the summit Saturday and circle back to the Jeep by Sunday afternoon. You got your shit together?"

"Always brother. Always."

After nearly an hour of driving, Long pulled off onto a dirt road that ran only about forty yards into the woods and stopped. Both horses dismounted the vehicle and grabbed their rucksacks from the back.

"Okay," Brad sighed as he pulled a checklist from his pocket. "Shelter halves"

"Check" Long answered.

"Blankets and sleeping pads"

"Check"

"Water and MREs"

"Check"

"Camping junk like flashlights, lighters, that kind of shit"

"Check"

"And lube"

"Double Check" Long said in a soft, low voice. "We're hot to trot my man. Let's get a move on."

Brad and Long set off into the forest each carrying nearly sixty pounds on their backs. The two hiked in silence for the first several minutes, taking in the beauty all around them. The tall cedars filled the forest with their scent and their dead needles made a soft carpet that choked out the majority of the underbrush. Aside from the thin air, the going was easy for the two fit young soldiers. After an hour of hiking they stopped to catch their breath.

"Damn it's pretty up here" Long said as he looked out over the valley below them.

"Yeah and I haven't seen any evidence of anyone up here at all" Brad said around the mouthpiece of his Camelbak. "I think that from here up and until we reach this point again Sunday, we should go au naturale" he said grinning.

"I am pretty horny right now" said Long as he shrugged off his ruck.

Brad set his ruck on the ground behind him. "How about the first one undressed gets a blow job?"

"I say" Long muttered slowly, "You're on!"

Long threw his basketball shorts and boxers to the ground before Brad was out of his shirt. Once he had his shirt off, Brad waited for Long to pull his shirt up over his head before stepping in and kicking him square in the chest, knocking him off his feet. Brad stepped out of his shorts laughing while Long rolled over onto his side, still tangled up in his shirt.

Long's moan was muffled by the shirt as he sat up. "You mother-fucker" he mumbled through the shirt. "You cheated".

Long finally removed the shirt to see Brad standing naked in front of him, still laughing.

"All is fair in love and war brother" Brad said with a smug look on his face. "You lost. Now get over here and suck my cock."

Brad's penis was already emerging from its sheath as Long crawled over to him on his hands and knees. Brad propped his rucksack up against an aspen tree and sat down on the ruck, his legs spread apart and his dick laying limp on the pack between them. Long sat low on his knees and ran his hands up Brad's strong legs, leaning in close to his crotch.

"I'll get you back for that dirty trick you pulled" Long breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. His face was close enough to Brad's genitals that he could feel the Arabian's warm breath on his stirring cock when he spoke.

"Maybe so, but for the time being you're the only 'dirty trick' here" Brad replied as he gently took hold of Long's flowing black mane in one hand and pulled his face into his crotch. Long pursed his lips against Brad's lengthening member and shot him an annoyed glance before yielding and skillfully taking the warm cock into his mouth with his tongue. In a matter of seconds Brad was fully erect as his friend's tongue danced with his dick.

Brad still had a handful of Long's mane and with it began to bob Long's head back and forth along the length of his throbbing manhood. Long took Brad's legs over his shoulders and held onto his thighs as the bobbing motion grew faster. Saliva began to drip in thick viscous strands from Long's mouth around the pulsating penis, stretching lower and swinging in time with Long's sucking motions. It wasn't until one such strand of spit dripped onto the head of his own emerging eminence that Long realized that he too was becoming particularly excited.

Long let one of his hands slip down to stroke himself while with the other he began to fondle Brad's balls. Brad's eyes were shut and he quietly hummed with each exhalation. The humming became a moaning as Long's pace quickened. After several minutes of sucking and fondling Brad yelled, his member tensing in Long's mouth, and filled it with a load of cum. Every throb of the cock in his mouth unleashed another squirt of semen on Long's tongue. Even with his head tilted back his gaping mouth was almost full when the flow of masculinity ceased.

Still furiously pumping his own massive cock, Long stood just in time to shoot a jet of his own cum onto Brad's face. Still dazed from his climax, the facial caught Brad off guard making him jump. The rucksack shifted beneath him and he fell to the ground as Long continued to cum on his face.

"Aw, what the fuck dude?" Brad said, surprised.

"Hyuh-" Long gargled through the seed in his mouth, "-ou cah ha' dih 'ack". Closing his mouth, Long got on his knees, straddling Brad and pinning him to the ground before taking Brad's head in both hands and spewing the cum in his mouth all over his face.

"I told you I'd get you back," Long said smiling as he licked his lips clean and leaned back, still straddling Brad. Brad sat up, his face plastered with cum.

"Fine," he answered, annoyed. "We're even you sick fuck". He grudgingly smiled as he swore.

The two young horses shouldered their rucks and began to make their way back up the mountain, their members swinging between their legs as they walked, the warm summer air and the constant sight of the other's naked body keeping their masculinity on standby.

"So what are we going to do tonight?" Long asked, stopping to look over his shoulder. Brad continued hiking past Long but slapped his bare ass with one hand as he passed.

"We'll figure that out when we get there."