Procrastination

Procrastination

Chapter 7—Picking Flowers

Caramel could hear his heartbeat in the total darkness. If he listened hard enough, he could make out Macintosh’s own rhythm. The blinds were still closed, and the moon shimmered on the other side of the sky, leaving nothing but darkness to infiltrate the cracks.

“Wait…Mac…I…I can’t…see…” His words were broken by kisses left on his lips.

Caramel waited patiently as his stallion reached to his right and turned on the bedside lamp. With a soft click, the room was bathed in a gentle yellow glow. Caramel could finally see the large figure of Macintosh situated above him. As he lay on his back, he had a perfect view of everything. Just looking up, he could see the caring face of his stallion leaning down to give him another set of kisses. By tilting his head down varying degrees, he could see Macintosh’s chest, belly, and the hint of a protruding stallionhood. He shuddered with both desire and embarrassment when his vision captured the latter.

“Do ya…do ya want to?” Macintosh panted. He kept himself supported with his forelegs as he hovered over Caramel.

“Um…will you be gentle…?”

“Eeyup.”

“Then I want it…” I trust you. He closed his eyes as the red stallion dipped again. He expected more kisses on his muzzle, but instead felt them on his neck. A tingle traveled from wherever Macintosh’s lips touched all the way down to his hooves. The stallion moved down further. Keeping his eyes closed, Caramel felt kisses travel down from his neck to his chest. From there, a trail led down to his belly.

Caramel whimpered with anticipation. The hooves on his hind-legs tapped together nervously, and he held his forelegs tightly on his chest. He fidgeted with the bandages still wrapped around his left foreleg. He felt soft licks travel from his lower belly, past his sheath, and down to his sack.

The first few licks surprised him. His body flexed backward, and he whined softly. It was ticklish, but also had a deeper feeling. It caused his brown sack to tighten slightly. The next lick was better. The deeper feeling intensified and traveled upward slightly, and he became aware of his own member starting to emerge. It poked out timidly, and he could feel warm air from Macintosh’s breath on the tip. More licks. Caramel continually whimpered. All the gentle touches with the stallion’s tongue were adding onto the pressure building up in his haunches. It’s really different from clopping…

Before long, Caramel’s member was stiff and throbbing with every tongue-touch. Macintosh stopped licking his sack and hesitated. Caramel could hear him quietly “umm…” to himself. He didn’t hesitate for long.

The red stallion ran his tongue from the base of Caramel’s cock up to the tip. While holding it steady with his hooves, he twirled and swirled around the flare. Caramel let out high-pitched noises that—if any louder—would become shrieks. Luckily, they were held back in his throat before being released into the air. He felt Macintosh engulf the head with his mouth while continuing to circle his tongue. The muffled shrieks became more frequent. The pressure in his haunches heated up, and Caramel tried to relieve it, but couldn’t. He grinded against the air, but that only added to the pressure. He squeezed his hind-legs together, but that did nothing. He grabbed onto a nearby pillow and hugged it tightly. Finally, Macintosh let off.

“How was that?”

“Uh…ah…” Caramel panted, “it was…so…nyah…nnng…”

He chuckled. “Ah’m glad ya liked it.”

“Can I…uh…ah…can I try?”

“Eeyup.” To comfortably tongue Caramel’s cock, Macintosh was sitting on his haunches on the floor. He climbed back onto the bed. “Eenope,” he said, gently pushing Caramel back down when he tried to sit up. He straddled the tan stallion’s chest, and his already hard stallionhood rested on Caramel’s muzzle.

Caramel tilted his head upward and flicked his tongue out a couple of times. He heard Macintosh inhale sharply through his teeth. He ran his tongue up and down, but only covered about a third of the long shaft. In the dim light, he could see that Macintosh’s cock was black. It looks…oh Celestia, I don’t even know how long that is, but I know it’s going to hurt…Just that flare scares me… He raised his head and pushed a pillow underneath to keep it elevated. Wiggling his hips and his shoulders, he scooted upward on the bed. He immediately took advantage of this position by enveloping the tip of Macintosh’s cock with his mouth.

Copying his stallion, he swirled his tongue around the flare. He could hear the moans he was eliciting. With that confidence-booster, he moved his head forward, pushing more of the throbbing stallionhood into his mouth. He knew he couldn’t fit all of it in, but he wanted to do his best to please Macintosh. He moaned happily into the cock in his mouth, and he heard a quiet “Ah” of surprise. He backed off and saw his work. The tip and some of the shaft was slick with his saliva. Caramel giggled. “Mac…I want to try something I saw in Stallion Style…” Sure was nice of Rose to give me the first issue already…I feel silly trying this, though…

“Uh…Ah uh…Ah don’t know what…”

He giggled effeminately again. “It’s a magazine. Let me show you.” He wiggled and squirmed under Macintosh until the red stallion got up from his chest. “Lie down…No, on your back, silly.”

Macintosh lay on his back, extending his forelegs and hind-legs outward. Caramel crawled on top, but in the opposite direction. In the process of doing so, he was poked in the face by a large cock. He laughed awkwardly, and decided to break the resulting empty silence by snacking on his coltfriend’s member. In this position, however, he had more flexibility. As a result, he pushed his head down and engulfed more of Macintosh’s stallionhood. He suppressed his gag reflex the best he could, but he began to tear up. He spit it out by pulling his head back up, and he panted. “Sorry I can’t go all the way…I really wanted to…”

“It’s okay.” Macintosh wrapped his hooves around Caramel’s hips and hugged them closer to his chest.

“Eep!” he squeaked. He sashayed his hips and lifted his tail. “Only for you…” Even though I’m saying that, I can’t help but feel sort of slutty…Celestia, I’m such a tail-raiser…

The next feeling he was not prepared for. It immediately made him clench every muscle in his body. The flexing was quickly followed by a sudden relaxation, and his forelegs and hind-legs failed. He collapsed on top of the red stallion. He whined out, “Maaaaccc…”

“Sorry! Ah’m sorry! Ah was just tryin’ things. Ah didn’t know that would happen!”

“It’s okay…” He stabilized himself once more, positioning himself so he could properly fill his muzzle. “Wait, Mac?” he asked, after pulling off the stallion’s cock with a wet smack, “Um… can you do that thing again? Whatever it was?”

“Um…this?” he asked, and licked his tailhole.

Caramel let out a loud “Nyaa!” and collapsed again. “Yeah, that!” he panted. “It feels…weird…but I…I kind of like it… Can you please do it again, Mac?”

He braced himself by hugging Macintosh’s belly. He felt a poking at his rear end. It flicked and circled his hole, and he shivered with pleasure. He closed his eyes and weakly lapped and the tip of the stallion’s cock. Moaning, he stretched his back, pushing more of his tailhole into the muzzle of his waiting mate.

Suddenly, Caramel felt a sensation that was a combination of the best and worst. As Macintosh’s tongue pushed into the tan stallion’s tailhole, he moaned and groaned simultaneously. He loved the wetness and the wriggling, but the stretching left him hugging Macintosh’s belly tightly and whimpering.

“Mac…further please…” he moaned. I don’t care if it hurts. I just want him inside…

He felt a deeper penetration, and he wailed, “Maaccc!” The wriggling paused, and then restarted with twice the frequency. With his eyes nearly closed, he could barely make out the outline of the stallionhood in lying flat next to his muzzle. He half-heartedly stuck his tongue out, but could only lap at the air.

Macintosh pulled his tongue out. “Do ya have any lubricant?”

“Uh,” he panted, “I don’t…uh…think…so…um…do we…need it?”

“Ah think Ah’m supposed to make sure your hole and my uh…thing…are real slippery.”

“Oh…can we just use…our saliva?”

“Ah…Ah guess that could work…”

Caramel redoubled his efforts, and despite the sense-stealing motions of Macintosh’s tongue, he managed to lay his tongue on every bit of area on the cock in front of him. He sucked at the top and played with the small hole at the tip. He ran his tongue up and down the shaft, and he lapped at sack at the bottom. Soon, it was shiny with his saliva. He ran his hoof down it, letting it slip and slide as it went.

“Ah think that’s good…”

“You…you think so?”

“Eeyup. On your back, love”

“Love? That’s new…”

“Ah thought it’d work…”

“No, no, it does…I like it,” he said. He and Macintosh quickly switched places. As Caramel lay on his back, he became aware of his own stallionhood, which had begun to leak pre-cum. He prodded it with a hoof, and squeezed it from bottom to top like a tube of toothpaste, freeing a long strand. He circled his hoof in his belly fur, rubbing it in. This is going to stain, huh…

While Caramel was busy playing with his own fluids, Macintosh was struggling with finding a comfortable position. He began by sitting between Caramel’s open hind-legs, but after realizing his that his own hind-legs would obstruct their movements, he decided against it. “Um…Ah guess…no…Eenope…Eenope…Eeyup? Eenope.”

“Maybe you can raise my hips?”

“Eeyup. We can try that.” He lifted Caramel’s hind-legs up, revealing his shiny tailhole. “If Ah stand here, and lean over, that could work.”

The red stallion positioned his hind-legs to stand right at Caramel’s hips, keeping his entrance open. He licked it again to keep it wet, eliciting another moan. “Erm…Ah think this is gonna hurt…”

“It’s okay…just be gentle please…” Caramel could no longer see anything but the face of his mate as he arched over him.

“Howdy there,” Macintosh said, as he situated himself right over the tan stallion, planting his hooves firmly on either side of Caramel’s shoulders.

He felt a poking at his hole—just a gentle pressure. He couldn’t see what was happening. It increased, and he could feel a force pushing him higher up on the bed. Macintosh was staring into his eyes with concern. “Tell me if it hurts too much,” he said.

“Okay, I will.”

Suddenly, Caramel’s entrance opened, and the very tip of Macintosh’s cock pushed in. He shrieked. The red stallion panicked.

“Ah’m sorry, Ah’m sorry! Ah’m so sorry!” he retreated immediately.

“No…Mac…” he whined, “don’t take it out please…Please put it back in…”

“Are ya…are ya sure?”

“Please…” Just get it over with…

“Okay…”

The pressure on his hole returned. It increased and increased until it popped in. Caramel held back the yells building up in his throat. “S—Slower…p—lease…” he stuttered.

The invasion of his tailhole paused. He took some deep breaths, and tried his best to relax. It didn’t work.

Mactinosh’s penetrating continued. Caramel groaned loudly. It’s like I’m being torn in half…vertically… It stopped, and Caramel caught his breath. It hurts…it really hurts…it’s…it’s so bad…but I want it more than it hurts… It spread apart his tailhole, and even though it was gentle from Macintosh’s point of view, it was brutal from Caramel’s. His hole burned and he struggled with both the desire to take it in more and to push it out completely. His eyes watered and tears dripped down the sides of his face.

The introduction of the red stallion’s cock into Caramel’s tailhole was punctuated. It went slowly, then paused. Then it began again. Caramel was breathing deeply, trying to hold back his shrieks. It felt as though the invasion wouldn’t ever stop. It stretched him further than he’d ever been before. The burning was mainly around his outer ring, but to him, it hurt all over. He whimpered softly, but tried his hardest not to make too many noises. If I scream, he’ll stop…

Finally, Caramel felt his stallion’s strong hips meet his own. He let out the breath he had been holding, and panted. It’s…it’s over now…He’s inside me…That definitely hurt a lot, but I think it was worth it…

“Um…Ah really want to uh…ya know…can Ah?”

“Hm? Oh yeah…go ahead…”

Macintosh pulled out slowly. Huh? That’s it? That’s making love? Shorter than I th—The red stallion thrust inward, and hilted.

Caramel shrieked. “Ow, ow, ow!” he wailed.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! Ah’m sorry!”

“Slow—slower…please…” There’s…there’s more…

Macintosh pulled out again slowly, but this time, when thrusting inward, he did so gently and delicately. Caramel sighed out in relief and pleasure. It rubbed up against his prostate nicely, although the pain partially inhibited his ability to feel the pleasure.

The burning dominated his senses. I’m not…I’m not really enjoying this…it just hurts… Although he was groaning with every thrust—and although every time Macintosh hilted, he felt the need to scream—he held his tongue.

As time passed, however, Caramel began to notices that the pain began to ebb away. The sliding was smoother, and the burning diminished. His hole was more relaxed, and he wasn’t trying to push it out anymore. It was just…there. He sighed in relief, and closed his eyes. He could finally focus on the pleasure that his stallion was pushing into him.

“Do ya…do ya like it?” Macintosh panted.

“Y—yeah…I…I like it…you can…you can do it…harder…if you want…”

As Macintosh thrust and hilted into his colt, it made a loud “pat-pat-pat” sound when their hips collided. It feels…it feels really good now… He began moaning with every thrust, because every time, Macintosh’s cock rubbed his prostate. He opened his eyes a crack to see a sweaty stallion still arching over him, and his own cock leaking a deluge of his pre-cum.

“F—Faster…”

Macintosh obeyed, and the “pat-pat-pat” sound became more frequent.

“H—Harder…”

The “pat-pat-pat” became louder.

Caramel’s moans were the answer to the sound of their hips colliding. When his stallion thrust faster, his sounds became short and shrill. When it became harder, his moans picked up volume.

Soon, however, the moans began to increase by themselves. In due time, he wasn’t just expressing his pleasure through gentle moans. As the pressure added on between his haunches, he began wailing for release.

He hugged his pillow tightly, but it didn’t help with the pressure. As Macintosh stimulated his prostate more and more, Caramel was brought ever so close to the edge. He stayed there, and his needs just festered.

“Maacc…I need…please…” he whined loudly.

“Caramel…soon…”

“S—soon? What…?”

His question was answered with an extra hard thrust that hammered all the noise out of his throat. He screamed loudly. That hurt…for the first time in…a long time…The air kept flowing, but the volume went down. The scream was demoted to a moan, and that moan fluctuated in pitch when he felt the warm liquids sloshing in his tailhole.

“Maacccc…did you just…did…”

“Ah’m sorry…did ya not want me to?” he panted.

“Mac…please…it…it’s really…hard…”

Macintosh pulled out slowly, and the wetness of their love-making was audible from the sticky sliding sounds. His stiff cock dropped down like an awkward pendulum, snapping the few strands of his seed connecting the tip and Caramel’s tailhole.

Without Macintosh to support his hips, Caramel’s hind-legs fell back down to the bed with a “whump.”
“Mac…please…I need to…it feels…so…I need…” he begged.

Macintosh engulfed the tip and slid down.

The pressure increased again. It was as if all the water behind a weak dam was churning, and a flood was occurring upriver.

The twirling licks continued, and finally, the dam cracked and exploded.

Caramel let out a loud shriek, as his pent-up cum flooded out. Spurt after spurt, he shot into Macintosh’s mouth, which wasn’t able to swallow it all. It leaked from the corners of his muzzle and dripped onto the tan stallion’s belly fur. Macintosh moaned deeply, wriggling his tongue to get every taste he could.

Caramel’s screaming softened to moans, and then pants. Macintosh pulled off.

“How was that?” he panted, “Did ya like that?” His mouth was sticky with white seed, and strands broke and reformed in his teeth as he talked.

“Yeah…” he sighed. He rubbed his sticky belly. Heh…cummy tummy…

“Are ya…okay?”

“Yeah…” His eyes drooped lower and lower, and grains of sleep trickled into his eyelids, weighing them down.

“I love you…” he yawned.”

“Ah love you, too.”

Macintosh’s lips on his bandages were the last thing he felt before falling asleep.