M/M Clop-shots

It was one of those typical Saturday nights. The kind where his brother would be downstairs watching an action flick to unwind after a hard week's weather duty. While Rumble would join often enough, these days he found himself taking the time instead to retire to his room.

Lying on his cloud-print quilt, under the poster of Soarin' that adorned the wall his bed was pressed against, the colt turned his thoughts to his brother sitting on the couch below. He usually took up half of it, turned with his rump facing his younger brother. If he was feeling particularly frisky he might even swish his short tail about, offering the colt quick glimpses of the tight rump beneath.

Rumble sat up immediately, his wings flitting out and quivering with their stiffness. His heart felt like it had skipped a beat but more than that, the heat that touched his cheeks raced downwards to a point between his hind legs. That was why Thunderlane sat the way he did, Rumble knew - the colt would be left shuffling about on the couch, unable to get comfortable while his grey member threatened to poke out from under him. Sometimes Thunderlane's hoof would snake down and coax it out for him, rubbing at the flat tip until Rumble was panting.

Just like he was now. Without even realising, one of his own light grey hooves had descended to rub at the half-hardened member that flopped from its sheath. He could see it all: Thunderlane looking back at him with pleading eyes before he shuffled off the couch and sat in front of him, followed by him asking if he could take care of that 'little problem' for Rumble. Not that he really understood the why of him asking but... it felt kind of nice, having that kind of control. Even nicer was the look in Thunderlane's eyes when Rumble held his head and teasingly let his lips swipe across his cock but never pass over it.

The colt gasped, suddenly recalling where he was. His member was at full mast now, grey hoof rhythmically rubbing back and forth. Thunderlane would assure him it was big for his age and if the way it took Rumble two of his hooves to really stroke it was any indication, he wouldn't be lying. But then maybe he should sneak downstairs and wait for his brother to notice the hard cock poking from between his legs, knowing full well that he'd leap at the chance to take him back upstairs and...

"Whoah!"

Wings flaring out wildly behind him, Rumble suddenly found himself unbalanced and tumbling back onto his pillow. Both hooves reflexively dived between his hind legs, searching for something to grab onto but finding only his stiff cock. The almost-black thing bulged before him as his hind legs twitched and shook with every stroke of his hooves on it. Clear fluid pooled at the head, trickling down the shaft and pooling on his pelvis.

"Mmm... mmph, Thunderlane..." Rumble groaned, licking his lips, closing his eyes and imagining his brother waiting to be entered.

It had been a little embarrassing the first time. His body knew to thrust but beyond that he just did whatever came to mind and whatever Thunderlane asked him to do. It was he who would be in this position: on his back with his hind legs spread wide, begging for his brother's dick. It was all clear in his mind's eye.

There were magazines under Thunderlane's bed that he'd borrowed, surreptitiously. Photos abounded, of mares with stallions hunched over them and stallions sitting on the laps of others. That was something he really liked the thought of: mounting Thunderlane. Maybe... Maybe if he went down he could tell his brother to get off the couch and hoist his rump up, so Rumble, standing on the couch, would have just the right height to... No. No, he'd be the right height to have his head mounted.

The colt couldn't help but let out a muted whine, slipping down on the pillow so that his hips were thrust further forward. Forcing his eyes open, Rumble spotted his cock almost hanging right over his head. All those lessons with Blossomforth in limbering up had really helped... The idea had come to him one evening Thunderlane was out and he'd been left impossibly horny. If he could suck his own cock then he'd be able to take care of it when the older stallion was out.

So licking his lips once more, Rumble began to push his hips forward and his head out to meet it. Tongue dangling just beyond his mouth, it finally touched upon his stiff member and he suddenly thrust hard, pushing an inch past his lips. His cheeks burned half with the effort and part with the knowledge of just what he must look like but his mind quickly turned back to Thunderlane and imagining his older brother being the one doing the sucking.

Rumble's tail flattened down against his back, hind legs quivering as in his mind he envisioned Thunderlane's cock resting against him. His hips rolled back and forth, imagining him grinding himself upon it teasingly. Of course Thunderlane would never act without permission, pushed to its limit one morning where Rumble decided to have a little fun with the stallion's horrific case of morning wood.

But such ruminations could only be sustained for so long before the pleasure radiating out from his member became impossible to ignore. In a fit of weakness he wished it was Thunderlane's and his eyes rolled back in his head, thinking of the thick black cock filling his mouth.

"Hey Rumble, are you sure you wanna... miss... the movie..."

Far worse than earlier, Rumble's cheeks burned so brightly he feared he might catch flame. It was one thing to fantasise--especially while his brother actually did sit in the way he had pictured--but another thing entirely to be even just caught like this. Sure there'd been jokes between them, sometimes even turning to... suggestive topics.

Then that fateful evening where he'd been caught masturbating, they'd had a talk but ultimately it wound up with a tearful confession, gentle hugs and cuddling that somehow ended with him buried in his brother.

"Uh..." With a loud plop, Rumble pulled his cock out of his mouth and let his rump fall back to the bed. some unreadable expression passed over his brother's face, almost too quickly to see. "What... What're you doing?"

He couldn't speak, couldn't even think of words to say! All there was, was Thunderlane looking at him with that inexplicable expression and then he was trotting over, eyes never leaving Rumble's before he sat on the edge of the colt's bed.

"Look, Rumble... If you're into that kind of thing, it's okay." His black hooves tapped together quietly while his golden eyes searched his brother's face for something. "Lots of colts think about doing it. Even stallions do! Hay, I've tried to do it, for Celestia's sake!" And just like that the stallion's cheeks darkened to a deep red.

"Does that mean you'd do it for me?" Oh bright Celestia! Rumble clapped his wet hooves over his mouth, instantly regretting blurting that out. He was just so damned horny, all he could think of was the way his brother's rump sunk into the soft quilt and how his big, powerful wings looked good even tucked against his back...

There was a long silence, broken only by the sounds of the two ponies breathing heavily and eventually Thunderlane speaking up. "Remember when I said I loved you?" He reached a hoof out, taken instantly by the grey colt. "And that I'd do anything for you?" Rumble nodded. "I meant it, Rumble. But..." He knew what that grin meant, that sly smile that almost went from ear to ear. "I think I've got a better idea."

Without waiting for Rumble to respond, Thunderlane turned about and climbed onto the bed. He loomed over the colt until he slowly lay himself down and peered up between grey legs.

"Alright, I'm gonna give you a little hoof with this."

His hooves weren't shaking this time as he reached out and touched Rumble's thighs. The colt shivered, spreading his legs wide at the touch. That evening had started off with Thunderlane stroking him and if he was going to do that now... He barely noticed when his brother started to gently push him. Not enough that he was forced backwards but instead, Rumble felt his body incline back, like he'd been doing.

Hot breath wafted over his nether regions, warming and leaving a pleasurable tingling feeling in its wake. Thunderlane's golden eyes met his younger brother's purple and in that exchanged look, Rumble knew that whatever was going to happen would feel far better than a simple hoofjob.

"I'm just gonna get a little taste." Thunderlane murmured huskily, disappearing out of view.

Rumble could never have anticipated the warm, moist sensation that started at the dock of his tail and continued until it passed over his tight, puckered anus.

"Thunder!" The colt whined, shuffling his hips. The sensation was as ticklish as it was pleasurable but the more his brother lapped at him, the more the ticklishness subsided. In its wake was replaced a strange, mounting pressure. A quivering grey hoof reached down searchingly until it found its perch on a black head. "Thunderlane... more." And just like that he was tugging on Thunderlane, not knowing why but knowing he did want more of that tongue doing what it was doing.

Around and around it swirled on him - powerful, gentle, moistness and warmth all coalescing into a single point of pleasure concentrated on his rump. Rumble was practically tugging on Thunderlane's head, grunting and grinding himself against the stallion's nose. But it could never last - the stallion, with a flick of his tongue, left off his brother's now saliva-coated anus. The colt let out a cry, his whole body tensing up, cock spattering a fat gob of pre onto his chest.

Not one to leave him in need, Thunderlane dived back in just as quickly. This time, however, his tongue found purchase on the dark grey flesh of Rumble's taint. He lapped slowly from there, drawing a shiver from the grey colt as his hind legs came to rest on either side of Thunderlane's head. Upwards he licked, kissing the smooth skin there once before he leaned back down to press his lips against and then over one of those fat little testicles.

"B-Buck, Thunder!" Rumble loudly exclaimed, forgetting himself in the moment. Thunderlane had told him once before that whenever they made love like this it was alright to curse. He understood how difficult it was to maintain control.

A grey hoof stroked open a darker grey cock frantically, Rumble's tongue slipping out to reach for it...

"Mmph!" A small pop issued from Thunderlane's mouth as he dropped his brother's ball. "Wait! Rumble, please... let me do that for you."

His cock bobbed free from his grip as Rumble removed his hoof, the organ slapping dully against his stomach. Thunderlane licked his lips and shuffled forward on the bed, flapping his wings out once before settling them openly. They were already rising and Rumble's gaze was caught between that and his brother's mouth, descending over his member.

There was tenderness to the touch that the colt didn't expect; a black hoof pushed his thigh to one side to allow better access and Thunderlane made no haste in taking the colt's cock. The wide, flat head disappeared into his mouth, lips eagerly sucking against the shaft just under it and Rumble involuntarily thrust up, jamming another few inches in and forcing it against the back of the stallion's mouth.

Too far gone in pleasure, he barely noticed his younger brother's throaty moan as his eyes rolled back in his head. The warmth and wetness was oh, so inviting and Rumble could do nothing but lie back down as Thunderlane started suckling with abandon, slowly bobbing his head up and down on the stiff grey member. Precum bubbled from the tip and his tongue eagerly lapped at it, swallowing every drop.

Love shone in his eyes and Rumble couldn't shift his gaze from them, instead opting to gently stroke Thunderlane's mane. In time to that, his brother's hoof ran back and forth on his light grey thigh. It was almost relaxing, in a way, until the stallion inevitably came a little too far up.

"Thunder." He grunted and the stallion pulled off him. "Wha-... Why?" Rumble whined, watching a line of saliva run down his cock.

"Rumble, I want- I need you." Thunderlane's voice was quivering and as he stood, Rumble could see that the stallion was shaking slightly. "I didn't wanna say anything but I really missed you when I was watching the movie." He turned about slowly, Rumble's eyes tracing the lines of his long legs upwards to the smooth curve of his rump. "I was... kinda hoping we could have some fun, too." Slowly, gently, the stallion lowered himself down until his front half was lying off the bed and his rump was faced towards Rumble.

Sighing in part frustration and part effort, Rumble rocked himself back onto his haunches and stood. His cock bounced up against his stomach but thankfully he managed to stifle a small yelp, watching a string of precum shoot off and land just short of Thunderlane's rump. It was exactly as he'd pictured it in his fantasy: Thunderlane baring himself at just the right height and waiting for him to begin.

"Hey, Rumble, c-c'mon." The stallion wiggled his rump, tail coming up and flopping over his back. "Don't leave me hangin', little bro."

It all felt like a dream as Rumble slowly made his way across the bed. The closer he got, the larger the rump before him seemed to be but then it just had to be some kind of trick of light. Just to be sure, he ran a hoof across one cheek, feeling the flesh rippling underneath it. Thunderlane whimpered quietly, pushing himself back to no avail. What was it he'd been doing earlier?

There was just enough light to make out the tightly puckered anus right below the dock of Thunderlane's tail and it mesmerised Rumble. He hadn't really gotten that good of a look at it the last time but here, now, he could see how tight a fit it must have been for his brother. Before he knew it, he was leaned in close just letting his breath wash over it while watching how the stallion shivered at each exhalation.

He had to practically hug the rump before him to fit his hooves around it but he sunk down against it, pressing his lips to the small ring. Thunderlane gasped above him, shifting his hips again.

"R-Rumble! Buck, don't tease me..." His words descended into a garbled mess as the colt wormed his tongue out and against the stallion's behind. He wanted to make Thunderlane feel as good as he had but more than that, he wanted to hear him say it. "Guh, Rumble, please, I-I need you in me! Nngh!" No matter how he undulated his hips or pushed back, the colt continued the languid kiss.

His own arousal couldn't be long ignored, though and while a hoof reached back to stroke his own insistent erection gave some bit of relief, tonguing his brother was making it worse. The way he clenched down, the way he could feel the stallion's heartbeat, the way his hips rocked back and forth...

In a flash, Rumble had pulled out--Thunderlane yelping loudly and thrusting back--and thrown his forelegs onto Thunderlane's lower back. The stallion gazed back from his lowered position, giving a single nod before turning his attention to his brother's hips. Rumble shuffled forward, bringing the tip of his cock to the edge of his brother's entrance before stopping. He'd moved forward in the process, lying against the black stallion's back but his wings were thankfully fully extended.

"Do it." It was a simple request and one Rumble was sure he could easily fulfil. All he had to do was slowly push forward... And wind up with his cock grinding up against his brother's back passage without going in. A low, throaty moan came from below as Thunderlane gave a few shallow thrusts backwards, doing nothing other than further rubbing Rumble against himself.

"Thunder," Rumble called, "hold still."

But the stallion was insistent, continuing to rock back and forth in his futile efforts to get the colt in him.

"Can't." He grunted. "Need it. Need you."

Frustration creeping in once again, Rumble took a chance and pushed against his brother as he leaned forward. His cock dropped down from where it had been pushed up and, lined up just right, finally hit the mark as the two ponies pushed in unison.

"Buck, buck, buck, buck..." Thunderlane whispered, feeling the colt's cock mercifully enter him.

Fueled by a mix of desire and having been kept on the edge, Rumble dug his hooves into the quilt and gave a hard thrust. It did little more than force another inch of his aching member into the stallion but it was enough to bring at least some measure of relief as the two let out sighs.

"C'mon, bro, all the way." His voice had such need in it, there was no way Rumble could ignore it.

Precum oozed from the tip, lubing up the way for Rumble to push on. In one long, smooth motion he pushed forward until his thighs met Thunderlane's rump. The heat and tightness was almost more intense than the first time he'd shared this with his brother and he couldn't stop himself from giving another thrust, futile as it was.

The stallion whined when he felt Rumble start to pull back out, reaching back with a hoof until he felt a smaller one take hold. It was maddening how much sensation that cock could elicit, continuing until he felt the medial ring bump against his anus and then pass by. He clenched down as hard as he could, desperate to stop his lover from pulling out entirely...

And then in one hard thrust, Rumble buried himself to the hilt amidst a grunt. The large rump beneath him rippled from the blow, his hoof doing little to steady it.

"Guh! Yes! K-Keep going, Rumble!" Thunderlane called out, squeezing down on the hoof in his. "Harder!"

He felt like he had to keep going; that tightness begged him to give it his all. And if Thunderlane wanted it there was no way he was going to say no.

So again Rumble started pulling out, this time until only the tip of his cock was left inside and then thrust, with every drop of strength he had. A dull slap resonated throughout the room as their bodies met and his brother let out another grunt, his rump tightening up momentarily before it returned to its pliable state.

Stood there, it was a little difficult to build up a decent rhythm. There was just enough room to pull out before thrusting hard but it wasn't enough.

Thunderlane, no doubt sensing it, slid forward further and Rumble fought to keep up until he realised his brother's rump was pressed against the side of the bed and facing almost directly up. Looking down he could see the stallion's forelegs splayed across the floor and a grin on his face. In this position it was a simple matter to grab on to Thunderlane's hips.

The first thrust was the hardest, for both of them. With gravity helping, Rumble's cock rammed into his brother's rump with a force that the colt couldn't have built up on his own. It rocked the stallion, making him bite his lip to stop from moaning too loudly. More than that, it left a lurid, wet smack ringing over his voice.

With a better vantage and more leverage holding onto his brother's hips, Rumble finally managed to speed up his thrusts. Slowly at first, stretching the stallion out a little but then working his way up as it became easier. His little wings fluttered against his back and the colt grinned, loving every second that he spent buried into his brother.

"Oh Celestia, more! Buck, p-please, more!"

He was lost to it now, Rumble could only go by Thunderlane's instruction. Just as he'd said, the colt put his back into his thrusts. He could feel his brother's rump shake under his thighs each time, each one drawing another cry of pleasure from the stallion.

Heaving, panting with the effort, Rumble felt his strength return at his brother's words. He grit his teeth, pulling out until the tip of his cock was practically being pulled back in and then dropped himself down, grinding himself in against the stallion to try and force yet more inches deeper.

But his earlier attentions caught up with him; it almost felt like he'd only started when he felt a familiar tightness rise in his lower half. It was accompanied by the sensation of the tip of his cock swelling out, making for a slightly more difficult time working the stallion over.

"Th-Thunderlane!" He cried out, not ceasing in his thrusts.

"Nngh, keep it in! D-Don't pull out, little bro, gimme all you got!" Thunderlane's words were somewhat overshadowed by the continuous thump-thump-thump of hips on rump, however and the colt knew he was right at the edge.

A few more thrusts were all it took for him to lose it, burying himself into his brother and pushing his head in against his back, hoping to muffle the worst of his cries. Flared as it was, his member was going nowhere as it loosed the first string of semen. One more thrust kept him going, his aching balls finally finding release.

The warm feeling shifted to hot as the colt felt his cum swell up around his cock, emptying load after load into the stallion until finally his orgasm began to slowly subside. For long moments more, though, the two stayed as they were, panting heavily. Rumble, exhausted and spent, flopped backwards, his soaked member falling out of Thunderlane with a wet plop.

Satisfied, he smiled contentedly and spread out on the quilt, awaiting his brother to join him. The dull clopping of hooves on the floor followed by the bedsprings creaking signaled his return. Thunderlane, on still shaky legs, fell to his brother's side and used the last of his energy to shift a hoof over him, pulling the colt close.