M/M Clop-shots

His thick orange mane whipped about his neck and withers as Macintosh rolled his lips this way and that over the hot, hard shaft. Lost to the quiet moans of the stallion above him, the colt pushed the older pony’s hind legs apart and dove down, lapping at his cock the whole way. The thick musk that had once left him staring after was now filling his nostrils, intoxicating him until there was nothing in his mind save the one above him.

Macintosh ground his hind legs together, whimpering quietly as he trailed a hoof over his stomach and onto his own now turgid member. The other hoof kept stroking—long, slow motions that left him shivering—along the stallion’s penis. He slurped and sucked at whatever he could get past his lips, grinding his hoof as hard as he could against the slowly thickening head of the member above his head.

In a flash it was over; Mac pulled back, panting, and gazed at the mighty organ before him. The stallion had lost his breath too and a light sheen of sweat had formed on his brow. Their eyes met suddenly and he hoisted Macintosh into his hooves, pulling the colt in close until their lips met and the red pony’s body went as limp as a bag of zap apple jam. He’d never been kissed like this, never imagined that a stallion like that would even want to kiss him in that way. He could never have expected how hot his breath was, how it tasted of that same scent he’d been obsessed with, how… how strong that tongue was, wresting control from him!

The colt whimpered again, grinding his own member against the stallion’s. They’d fallen back onto the packed earth of the trail but were at least still covered by the tree, overhead. No passing pegasus or curious unicorn could spy them out here.

Just as quickly, though, the kiss was broken and the two ponies lay there staring into each other’s eyes. The older stallion brushed aside a lock of Macintosh’s mane, his smile turning a little wan.

"I’m sorry, Mac I really… really shouldn’t have done tha-MMPH!"

Macintosh wasn’t sorry it happened but that it had to end. He wasn’t sorry when the big stallion between his legs groaned and ran his hooves down his slender body, all lanky with the growth spurts of early puberty. When those hooves touched upon his pert little rump, the colt rolled his hips from side to side, trying to grind himself on his partner but he wasn’t positioned just right and the stallion’s member was still trapped under his stomach, liberally coating his coat with the results of arousal.

"Celestia! Mac, you’re insatiable!" It was with some effort that the two broke their kiss again and the stallion’s voice was breathy but low. "Mmmh! Think you’re up for another round?"

Macintosh nodded, unsure of what those words meant but working his best to figure out the meaning. When he pushed himself up, sitting back until his penis rested on the big stallion’s balls and the their owner’s long member was between his hooves, the stallion nodded, smiling sweetly. It was a smile that made Mac’s legs feel like rubber and his cock like a steel bar.

"Ah wanna taste ya." It was barely above a whisper, almost lost to his frantic panting. "Please."

The older stallion hefted his member up under his hoof, giving a few strokes until a few globs of pre had pooled on the tip.

"I’m all yours."

The words were like an electric shock to the colt who lunged forward, wrapping his lips around the thick, black cock so tightly the stallion gasped and bucked his hips. It sent another strand of pre across the colt’s tongue and Macintosh giddily swallowed it, eagerly swiping and swirling his tongue across the sensitive flesh to lap up whatever more he could.

A hoof that wasn’t his own slid between his hind legs and ground along the length of his penis, the stallion groaning again but resting a hoof on the back of Macintosh’s head. But it wasn’t his mouth that ached and begged to be filled.

The more he sucked the more he wanted, though and the hoof that gently but insistently pushed at his head did much to assuage the rising feelings of desire from that part of him. Macintosh let his eyes fall shut and pulled off the meaty penis with a muted pop; a thin line of precum ran down his chin and he licked it clean, considering the best way to go about this again. It seemed so much more manageable when the stallion was flaccid, cock swinging between his legs before red hooves set about getting it hard.

Memory of that—of his hoof by turns stroking its length and rubbing the stallion’s smooth stomach—led the colt back towards his prize, pressing his lips against the head that had flared too widely to take into his mouth again. It didn’t stop Macintosh from sucking, though, from wiggling his mouth about on it, slathering it in saliva and doing his best to make the stallion feel good.

"Ohh, bright Celestia," the stallion groaned, "you’re a natural, Mac." But he saw where the colt’s hoof was now, below his quivering, throbbing member and rubbing something else that needed attention. "Mac?"

He looked up idly, still intent on getting as much of that liquid from the stallion as he could.

"Come up here. I wanna return your kindness." Macintosh started to pull himself up but the stallion just shook his head, chuckling. "Turn your rump around, Mac. I wanna see that beautiful little butt."

Shivering in a mix of anticipation and anxiety, Macintosh did as he was bade and stood up, turning himself around so his behind and tail were bared to the stallion. Two hooves hooked themselves into his thighs and gently pulled him back until he was sort of straddling the older pony’s head and his twitching cock was in just the right position for Macintosh to lean down and lap at…

But those thoughts died when he felt the hooves on his thighs sweep up and around onto the cheeks of his rump, one pushing his tail up and aside.

"Moon’n’sun, you look delicious. C’mere!" There was a hunger in those words Macintosh couldn’t resist even if he wanted to. His shaking legs gave out from under him and he landed on the stallion’s face with a soft grunt.

Something hot and wet and touching all the right places slithered out against his taint, making the colt gasp and shudder but still easily held in place by the stallion. The tongue make slow tracks against the bare skin of his balls, a pair of lips sucking one in as it was washed carefully, lovingly by that tongue. Macintosh groaned, laying his head on the stallion’s stomach so that his cock was right before his nose. His cheeks burned with the knowledge of what was being done to him, with how they must have appeared and the blush only intensified when he snaked his tongue out to lick at the flared head of his partner’s penis.

The stallion moaned again, bringing his hooves up to rub at Macintosh’s rump in gentle, sweeping arcs. The tender flesh quivered under his grasp and he licked his lips, eager to taste what the colt had to give. His goal was clear – the little puckered hole right under his golden orange tail.

Macintosh could never have expected it, never ,in his wildest fantasies, imagined the stallion’s tongue dancing ever closer to that sensitive spot. Every stroke closer made the quivering colt shake harder, until he was like a leaf in the breeze, held in place only by the stallion’s strong hooves. He could only idly lap his tongue at the hot shaft of meat before him, mind quickly and inexorably turning to what it would be like something equally wet and hot in place of the tongue.

A yelp came from the colt when the thick tongue finally slithered its way past his tight little ring, worming around in ever increasing circles. Macintosh held on to the stallion’s hips for dear life, his whole body trying to rock back and only helped on by a hoof on his back gently pulling him while the other stroked his rump. Lips hungrily pressed in against his soft behind, the stallion’s tongue deeply buried in, wantonly working its way inside Macintosh.

"Augh! Ngh-hah! More! M-More, please!" Where did that come from? The idea of telling the stallion what to do was never on his mind but… he wanted more. Wanted every last inch the stallion could give him!

Growling, his partner grabbed his rump and gave a sharp tug back until Macintosh was practically sitting back on the stallion’s head, wiggling his rump as his tongue relentlessly lubed him up. That must have been what he was doing, it was what he heard stallions did – which meant he’d have to get that thick rod lubed up too!

Fighting against his increasing desire to sit there and just let the stallion eat him out, Macintosh leaned forwards and lovingly lathered his tongue across the head and shaft of the stallion, grunting in part from the effort and part from frustration of wanting it inside him. Too many nights before had been spent alone in bed, grinding a hoof against his rump while thinking of that gorgeous guy.

"Ah," the stallion gasped, pulling free of he colt, "alright Mac… o-… okay… Mmmh! What’s say I put this little butt to work?"

It was one thing to idly think about it, even when that wonderful tongue was swirling around inside him, quite another to have the very thing he’d worked himself up for presented to him. Macintosh’s eyes ran the length of the Stallion’s member, examining every vein and curve. It put his own to shame, surely, but it stirred up feelings more powerful than any he’d had when just watching the stallion.

The colt glanced back, his green eyes glimmering. "Ah… Ah’ve never done anythin’ like this before."

Unexpectedly, the stallion just smiled at him, motioning Macintosh to step off—something he did with more than a little sorrow for the tongue that would be missing—and then pushed himself back against the trunk of the tree. Taking one little red hoof in his own, he led the colt back to himself and pulled him in, drawing a gasp.

"Listen, Mac, I’m not gonna do anything to hurt you, okay? If this gets too much for you at any time just say it and we can stop." The stallion’s voice sounded sincere and he hadn’t pushed Macintosh to do anything he’d done.

But it wasn’t just those words that made Macintosh sink in against him, it was those soft lips that called to him. His own sought them out again, meeting only to part and permit his tongue entry. It was such a strange way of kissing but the colt was sure he could pick it up quickly enough. More than that, it left him leaning against the stallion again but this time he could put enough power into one hoof to push it down between their bodies that fought to get as close as possible, to grind against the stallion’s turgid member.

His lanky legs left him not too far off in terms of size but the rest of his body still paled, especially against the rippling muscles of the older stallion. To say nothing of his massive hooves, one of which came down just as quickly over Macintosh’s back to rub at his rump again. The colt could only whine into the kiss, pushing himself back onto the hoof; he wanted more, needed it! Months of pent up frustration and emotion were bubbling to the surface leaving his eyes watering and his lips struggling to press harder against his lover’s.

The stallion, feeling a tear on his cheek snapped open his eyes and looked keenly at Macintosh.

"Mac? Wh-What’s wrong?"

The colts hooves stroked along his chest and stomach, his voice punctuated by odd kisses against the stallion’s neck and chest. "Ah want ya! Nngh! Celestia, Ah want ya so much it hurts!"

He was grinding himself on the stallion’s length, smearing the saliva from that hot mouth along it but doing nothing to dampen the need for it inside him. Since the first day he’d seen the stallion talking with his father he’d felt this way, this need for him. It’d taken so long just to work up the courage to speak a hoofful of words and the joy he’d felt when the stallion smiled and gratefully took the mug of cider… Macintosh had no words for it.

"Easy now, I got ya." The stallion leaned in close, kissing at the colt’s tear-stained cheeks. "Mac, listen to me – we’ve gotta start this off gentle, alright? Take your time, I’m not going to leave you."

He was still shaking, even after hearing those words but it wasn’t from frustration – that had thankfully been relieved with that outburst. Now it was excitement that left the colt shivering, anticipation for what they were about to do. A hoof pushed aside his mane again and Macintosh smiled and nodded, watching as the stallion shuffled lower underneath him. The thick, black cock that had been pressed against him near the middle was moving too. When his partner stopped the tip was resting at his rump.

It was a strange and wonderful feeling, that hot, hard flesh just dribbling pre onto his flanks. The stallion kissed him once, twice and then mouthed for Macintosh to press back.

The pressure that rose felt… right. He had seen the other colts at school but none of them could compare to this, none of them would have felt the way the stallion below him did. He could feel the power behind the hips that pushed the flared head of his cock against his tight rump, teeth gritted with the effort only for the two of them to suddenly slide against one another leaving both shaking from the sensations.

As it happened, his cock had slid underneath Macintosh and both of them quickly picked up a gentle rhythm from that first rub. The colt let out a long, throaty moan as he straddled the cock and rocked his own against it. Their members slicked one another with their respective pre and their lips came together more than once until by chance again, Macintosh pushed too far and landed on the stallion’s chest, his little rump riding high in contrast until he felt the massive prick press against him again and he pushed with all his strength.

There was a slight stinging sensation, one that grew as he pushed, wincing and gritting his teeth as he went on, willing himself to take it. Precum bubbled from the tip, smearing around his behind and helping it along. Macintosh’s hooves dug into the ground and the stallion’s gripped his flanks so hard he was sure they’d leave marks. But finally, after the two had pushed as hard as they could there was a wet pop.

Macintosh bit down on his hoof to keep from crying out, such was the heat that stung. He’d never been stretched so far in his life and that was just the tip! The stallion stroked his back and kissed him, mumbling words of encouragement, that the worst was over. There was no doubt in the colt’s mind but he still stood there, letting the feeling slowly pass until finally their eyes met and he nodded.

His cock bounced against his stomach when the stallion began to push again, the burning sensation returning but thankfully not as intense as before. Inch by agonising inch more of that monstrous organ slid in, both ponies working their best to help it. By the time he’d reached the medial ring, Macintosh was pushing back again, willing more of it to be inside of him despite how full he already felt.

Sweat dripped from his brow and he hooked his hooves over the stallion’s withers, holding on tight, clinging to the thick, musky scent from his chest as the medial ring passed and along with it a burst of tingling pleasure. Macintosh could only moan, letting the stallion push his rump down the rest of the way until their bodies met and they let out sighs of relief.

"How do you feel," the stallion whispered, stroking the colt’s rump. It was incredible how smooth and soft it felt.

"Full." Came his answer, along with a grin. "Ah like it." And then a kiss.

If he ever tired of those kisses… The idea was incomprehensible to Macintosh, The only way they might even be better is if the stallion was pinning him down, maybe even on his own bed. But nothing could top the firm lips that pressed to his own or the way a pair of hooves held onto his rump and made gentle little motions around on it. Just like the stallion was doing right now.

"Buck," he swore, breaking their kiss, "How’re you so tight, Mac?" It was half-grunted out through a wide grin as the hooves at Macintosh’s back fell away and the colt propped himself against his lover’s chest.

"Ah think you’re just big." It was hard to talk, hard to think beyond that feeling of fullness, the hot, throbbing organ filling him. It pulsed gently in time with the stallion’s heartbeat which Mac felt against his hoof.

"Ready to move again?" The stallion’s voice was soft, quiet, reassuring when the thought of more pain came to the fore of Macintosh’s mind. "We’ll go nice and easy, I promise it’ll start to feel better."

And sure enough, when Macintosh nodded and felt the stallion grip his withers and gently pull him forward as he tilted his hips back, the pain had greatly subsided. Every inch of the stallion’s cock that passed against him left more ripples of pleasure, making the colt shiver through the whole process. The stallion was wincing however but Macintosh knew well it wasn’t in pain, that the languid posture of his body and the way he bit his lip said what he didn’t – he was in heaven.

The colt involuntarily squeezed down upon feeling the medial ring pop out of him, desperation creeping into his thoughts at the feeling of being empty. That earlier feeling of rightness was something he couldn’t explain and could barely understand, all he knew was that with this stallion he felt it and he didn’t want to stop feeling it.

That squeezing had only one effect and it was to make the head of the stallion’s cock flare out further, slowing the process but not halting it. Their lips hungrily sought each other out again just as he was about to pull out of the colt and he felt the weight of his lithe body fall against his own when his member came out with a quiet, wet plop. He was so hard the sensation bordered on pain and these kisses weren’t helping.

"Please," Macintosh whispered, still kissing and gasping when the stallion nibbled his ear, "p-put it back in." He was rocking his hips, more back than forward and couldn’t keep a whine from his voice when he felt the stiff member poking at him.

But the stallion only lined himself up, letting the colt sink back onto him. It was a struggle not to thrust, to bury himself to the hilt in one fell buck of his hips but he needed to let his lover adjust. That and it was cute watching the colt dig his hooves in and push himself back.

For Macintosh, taking the stallion was a slower affair now than the first time. The sting that had proven so horrible was barely noticeable now and he revelled in the feeling of slowly being stretched as the flared head sank in. When he opened his eyes and looked down the stallion was smiling, gently stroking his chest. It took all of Macintosh’s will not to let his legs collapse from under him again; more again when he started pushing down onto his partner in earnest. With all that precum still dribbling it was easier than before, easier to just slowly lower himself onto the stiff rod of flesh.

"Okay… Okay, Mac, nice’n’ sl-OH!"

It wasn’t just the vice-like grip on his cock when the medial ring passed, nor the heat that seemed to intensity – it was how Mac just slammed his hips down at the passing. The colt gave out a cry, hips aching to meet with his lover’s as desire took over and he thrust himself down. The last few inches of the stallion’s member filled what could be, Macintosh bottoming out only to grind himself against a pair of hips that worked just as desperately against his own.

"Oh, Mac! Mac, you’re amazing! Now squeeze, s-squeeze it! Hard as you can!" The stallion’s hooves danced on his back with the intensity of his voice. Pressure mounted quickly between the colt’s legs and he could find only the wherewithal to obey the stallion, clenching down with whatever strength was left to him. Both ponies cried out, uncaring for who might hear, thinking only of the exquisite pleasure passing from one to the other.

The two held onto each other tightly, Macintosh starting to squirm slightly at the sensation of precum leaking into him so deeply. He wanted more, wanted… wanted to ride the stallion like he’d peeked in on older ponies doing. His body ached and cried out for more, more, more! That first thrust had been the start of something magnificent but Macintosh could only guess at how much better it might be.

Without the stallion’s encouragement or instruction, Macintosh started to rock himself back and forth. Gently at first, not even moving an inch on the thick member buried in him, just getting a feel for what it was like to move more fluidly. The colt bit down on his tongue, holding his voice against any more sounds he might make. The more he moved the more he wanted to cry out, kiss his lover, sit back and bounce on him like he was a mattress… But size more than anything else after opening up to the idea, kept the colt from moving too much.

That was, at least, until the stallion started moving with him. Just as slow, too, building up until a couple of inches were sliding in and out of Macintosh. His hooves clung to the colt, holding him tight to his body when each thrust made him shake with the force. There was no holding him back now, he had to have Macintosh. The young pony was just as insistent, though, much to the stallion’s delight; each thrust forward was met with one back against him. If he wasn’t putting just as much effort into holding it off he was sure he would have let loose right then and there.

"C’mon, Mac," he muttered between quick little kisses, "harder."

Those hooves fell away as Macintosh pushed himself up on his hooves, gazing down to the stallion as he thrust back with all his strength again. Just as quickly he pulled himself up until the medial ring of that cock had slipped out of him and then thrust, landing with a dull smack against the stallion’s thighs. That was it! His forelegs were gripped suddenly, his lover mumbling something incomprehensible and squinting his eyes closed – if he felt half as good as Macintosh did, the colt was sure, he must be barely keeping himself in check.

Each bounce upon the stiff cock made Macintosh’s own bob back and hit his stomach, a strand of precum spurting onto the stallion’s chest each time. It was a struggle not to start stroking himself with a hoof, one that was thankfully forgotten as the stallion did it for him. In a flash of desire sped on by the sudden waves of pleasure from both parts of his body, Macintosh took one of the stallion’s hooves in his own and brought it around to his rump, holding it there until he was sure his lover would continue. And he did, rubbing and stroking, squeezing the pert little cheek now and then while he continued to bounce up and down.

Both were slicked with sweat, the stallion starting to put more force into each of his thrusts – so much so that Macintosh’s whole body shook with each one. The colt’s mouth was open in a wide O as his attempts to stem back the tide of moaning and grunting were lost to that pleasure, that… fullness which came from each thrust. When he didn’t thrust back the whole way he whimpered and pushed off against the stallion’s chest at the next one, pausing for brief seconds to grind himself about against his thighs.

For himself, the stallion’s nostrils had flared out with the exertion of working the colt over; his hooves had dug themselves into the dirt, gripping to put yet more strength behind his hips. Too long had been spent watching the colt and not enough in relieving the tension created by that, now it was all being released at last.

"Wait! W-Wait, Ah… Ah can’t hold it," Macintosh cried, fighting the urge to let the stallion continue stroking his cock.

"Let it come, Mac!" The hoof squeezed one of his balls at those words and the colt whined, thrusting forward. "Gimme all you got!"

He was resigned to it, getting this colt off had to be done. His hoof stroked and rubbed as best he could, made circles on the rapidly flaring head of his lover until he felt it starting to twitch. Macintosh, whose cries were increasing in pitch and volume, thrust himself down on the stallion, holding there as his cock throbbed with a pleasure so intense he was sure this had to be a dream and then shot a long string of semen across the chest and face of his lover. But that hoof didn’t stop and the hips behind starting moving again, thrusting harder. It forced more cum from the colt, his body shaking all over until he collapsed on the small pool of semen on the stallion and let himself ride out the rest of his orgasm, letting his lover take over.

It was so tempting to let go just then, to finish just as the colt was rhythmically squeezing but he wanted him to remember this. His thrusts sped up, increased in force until Macintosh’s body was being rocked about and he was sure the red colt was lucid again. Their eyes met and that was the moment he knew he couldn’t hold on; he made one last thrust, burying himself to he hilt and then felt pleasure radiate out from there.

Macintosh was grinding on him again, squeezing and milking whatever semen he could as the flared cock head emptied all it had into him. He’d seen those fat testicles dangling between those powerful legs but to feel them emptying their load like this, so deeply inside him, it was… there weren’t words for it. The heat, the pressure, the way that member throbbed angrily, it was almost like electricity was running through him.

The stallion made a few last little thrusts, semen leaking out of the colt despite his attempts to keep as much inside as he could. Maybe he could take a trip to Canterlot and buy one of those magically enchanted things to insert after doing this again… Would there be an again? That wonderful warming pleasure, the heat of his lover and the look of utter contentment in his eyes assured him that yes, he had won Macintosh’s heart.

The two ponies lay like that, together, until the stallion’s orgasm subsided and his cock came out of Macintosh with a loud, wet pop. They kissed once, twice, snuggling into each other under the shade of the apple tree. Surely they’d continue to be undisturbed in such a quiet place, free to simply bask in the warmth and love of each other.

It was some time later when Macintosh woke up, fearful at first but then flooded with relief upon realising he was still in the warm grasp of his lover. He was already awake, watching him with a small grin.

"Welcome back, sweetie," he cooed, giving Macintosh a peck on his lips. The colt could only blush and try not to giggle. "I meant what I said earlier, you know; you really are amazing." Another kiss. "I’d really love if we could stay here but we’ve gotta go our separate ways, right?"

It was like somepony had told him he wouldn’t be able to buck apples any more, Macintosh’s heart fell and he felt his stomach rise.

"Hey, no, whoah, whoah!" The stallion pulled him in close, nuzzling tight against his neck. "I didn’t mean forever! No! Tell ya what, if you meet me out the back of the barn in two nights we can have some fun again. Sound alright?"

There was no other answer he could give, no way to tell him of the rush of emotions except to dive in and kiss the stallion.

Two nights. Just two nights and, armed with what he’d learned today, he could have the time of his life.