Horseplay
A quick piece of horse masturbation I tossed off in an evening. I just felt like feeling a horse up. The title is one that, sooner or later, pretty much every furry writer is going to use. I wasn't sure which category to put this under, but as I'm male, I went for M/M. Feel free to imagine the narrator to be any gender you desire.
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With some hesitation, I reached out and touched him. I was kneeling behind him as he sat on the edge of the bed, hunched over with his elbow resting on his knees, and his hands dangling between his legs. He shifted slightly beneath my fingers, the muscles twitching in that way horses have. My fingers brushed through the fur on his wide shoulders, the soft fur smooth over the ripple of his muscles. 'What does that feel like?'
He turned slightly, so he could see me out of his left eye. 'What d'ya mean?'
'The fur,' I said, lightly rubbing it against the grain. 'How does it feel when I rub it?'
He shrugged, pushing those muscles against my hands. 'How does it feel when someone touches you? I guess it's the same.'
'How can it be?' I ran my hands over his deltoids, and pushed my fingers into the muscle of his chest, which gave under the silky smooth fur. 'You're so smooth.'
He chuckled, and flexed his pecs. The muscle hardened beneath my questing hands, forcing them back out. When he spoke, I could feel the deep rumble of his voice coming through his chest. 'I dunno. I've never had anything to compare it to.'
'You could shave a little bit,' I giggled, imagining the powerful equine's torso denuded of hair. 'Or... what about this?'
I ran the tips of my fingers over his nipples. They must have been cold to him, because they crinkled up, poking clear of his fur, and he gave a light shudder.
Or maybe it wasn't the cold. Between his legs, his sheath had plumped up, and now the tip of his cock poked free. With one hand, I trailed down the taught muscle of his stomach, and, carefully avoiding touching the sheath, began to fondle and rub the large balls nestling beneath. Each filled the palm of my hand, so I couldn't hold them both, and they slid about in the soft leather of his scrotum, rolling just out of my hand and then back again as I shifted my attention between them.
He seemed to enjoy the attention, closing his eyes and smiling while hanging his head. 'If it felt like that,' he said, breathing heavily, 'I'd shave my whole goddam body and never get outta bed.'
I chuckled over his shoulder. His cock was now half hard, resting on his ballsack and bouncing up and down as the orbs within rocked back and forth. The length of flesh was soft to the touch as I reached down with my other hand down, the smooth flesh tender to my touch. 'I wouldn't complain,' I whispered in his ear.
He didn't reply, just breathed faster. The cock in my hand jumped as I squeezed, feeling the heat within rise with every pulse. As I held it, keeping my grip tight, it pushed back against me, forcing my fingers outwards in a very different way from the way his muscles had. Soon it was so thick that my hand could only just circle it, and I let go. With the hand that had been rotating his balls, I reached to the bedside table for a bottle of lube. With the other, I ran my finger up the underside his length, tracing the hollow tube within where much tastier things than urine would flow. When I reached the flare of his glans, he gasped, and bucked his hips up.
I smiled, and a string of pre-cum dragged from my finger as I shuffled back, allowing him to lie back. The lube on my hands made gelatinous, squishing sounds as I wrapped both hands around his dick. Both of my fists would just cover his length, so as I rubbed up and down, my lower hands slipped over his balls, rubbing and coating them in the gel.
His eyes were still closed, and he lay with his hands behind his head, propping it up slightly so I could see his muscular chest rise and fall, faster and faster. A smirk split my face, and on the next rub, I slid one finger into his sheath, at the same time rubbing a thumb over the flat head of his glans. His eyes flew open, and he made a strange, strangled whinny as it rubbed the hidden part of his cock. He bucked up wards, stomach muscles quivering, and his legs began to twitch uncontrollably. Pre-cum flowed liberally from beneath my thumb, squirting out in bursts, the salty and sour scent mixing with the more artificial smell of the lube.
I withdrew my finger from the sheath, and he relaxed, but kept twitching upwards, in time with his heartbeat. I could tell he was close now, and began to rub up and down with one hand, the other returning to massage his scrotum. It wasn't long before I felt them tighten, drawing closer to his body as every muscle in his body tensed. Then he thrust upwards into my grip, and let loose a mighty cry as his speed spurted into the air. The first thick rope arced upwards only to spatter on the silken fur of his chest. The next I tried to catch, but it landed short of where I expected, coating one of his nipples. The next volleys I caught, but the volume was too great, and it leaked between my fingers to drip on his stomach.
He lay still for a while, dripping with cum, as he got his breath back. He shook his head, and propped himself up on his elbows, to see me standing there with a handful of cum, and more drooling from his semi-hard cock to fill his navel. 'I gotta get cleaned up,' he said, struggling to his hooves.
He clopped on the floorboards as he made his way to the ensuite. He paused in the doorway, and dipped a finger into the cum on his chest. 'Wanna join me?' he said, and licked his finger.