I woke to a quiet knock on my bedroom door. It took me a minute to even process what I'd heard, and then realization dawned with a slow, sleepy smile. "Just a minute," I said as I fought to untangle myself from the sheets. I stumbled a little when I got up, but finally made it to the door and pulled it open a couple of inches. In the hallway stood a tall, yellow stallion in a leather vest and a pair of jeans. "Hey there," he said quietly with a smile. A faint blush flashed across his cheeks momentarily, and his hat shifted on his head as his ears drooped bashfully.
I pulled the door open more fully, my own smile widening. Braeburn always seemed to know when I needed him, and here he was again, un-summoned but not unbidden. It was like a waking dream of the highest and most delightful order, but just as fleeting. I knew he would be gone before I woke the next morning, vanished back into the aether that seemed to spawn him.
His bright green eyes flicked over me for a moment. "Ain'tcha gonna invite me in," he asked wryly.
The question broke me out of my reverie, and I nodded, stepping back from the door. He grinned again — that grin! — and took a step into the room. Another step closed the gap between us, and I wrapped my arm around the small of his back to pull him close, kicking the door shut behind him with my foot. "I thought you'd never ask," I said, smiling back up at him. His gentle eyes gleamed, even in the darkness of the bedroom, and he looked back down at me with a tender expression in them that made my heart skip a little. I slipped my other arm around him and hugged him tight. The soft, warm velvet of his fur felt amazing against my bare skin, and I quickly moved to slough the leather vest off of his shoulders and onto the floor.
Before I knew it, my head was resting on his shoulder, and his arms were around me, one hand stroking the back of my head in a most delightful way. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly in a contented sigh. "Mmmm, I'm so glad you're here," I said.
Braeburn chuckled quietly. "I know," he replied. His voice was soft, lacking in some of its typical exuberance, but it still retained its distinctive southwestern twang. It was kind of cute and endearing when he talked like that. I think he knows I like it.
His other hand started to slide its way down my back. I felt his fingers slip under the waistband of my pajamas with almost glacial slowness. It sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine, and I arched against him. "Looks like I got here just in time," he teased. I didn't care, I just wanted him to keep sliding that hand of his south, and he was happy to oblige my unspoken request. Once my pajamas yielded to the tyranny of gravity, I pulled away from him to return the favor, unbuttoning his jeans and working them down off of his hips.
We stood there together for what felt like minutes, just holding each other in our arms and reveling in both the literal and figurative warmth of the embrace. Braeburn pulled me from another silent reverie with a kiss on the top of my head, and both of us moved to my bed. We didn't need to speak; by now we had done this enough times that it was almost choreographed. Braeburn sat down at the edge of the bed, and I followed, laying down on my back and putting my head in his lap so I could gaze up at him. Again he smiled warmly down at me, his eyes almost aglow. I couldn't help it; I reached up, pulled his head down to mine, and kissed him. I wasn't usually so forward, but it had been so long since his last visit, and I really, really wanted to make sure he knew how much I'd missed him. There was a moment's hesitation, and then he leaned into me, returning the kiss wholeheartedly. I felt his tongue trying to slip into my mouth, and I let it. God, it felt so good to kiss him again. His long, soft tongue explored deep into my mouth, and I did my best to return the gesture. He always tasted slightly of apples, and it was delicious. I slid a hand up under his hat, brushed it off onto the floor, and grabbed a handful of his hair as I held him in that wonderful kiss for what was almost certainly actual minutes this time.
We finally broke away from each other, breathing heavily. I set my head back in his lap and grinned at the somewhat more prominent bulge pressed against my left ear this time. He caught my expression and blushed. It was an odd sort of relationship we had: he was cute, shy, bashful and a little bit awkward; and I just more so. I'll also have to take his word on the cute part, I guess.
"Seems like you're as eager as I feel tonight," I teased. It was nice to be able to give rather than receive a friendly taunt for once.
He responded by putting his hand right on my crotch and groping my own developing erection. "Nah, I'd say you're still well ahead of me," he said with a wink. I told you, even though he was shy, he still wasn't as shy as me…
Without any more warning, he started tugging my boxer briefs off. It was an awkward attempt, and I quickly lent him a hand. My underwear joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor in short order. I nearly followed them off the edge of the bed when he grabbed my balls and gave them a gentle squeeze once we’d re-settled. "Hope you've been saving up for me," he said.
I blushed what I'm sure was a delightful shade of crimson and managed a short nod. Braeburn sat me up briefly so that he could slip off his own boxers. I rolled over to make room for him, and he climbed back into the bed to snuggle up against my back. I happily pressed myself against him as much as I could. I like being the little spoon.
We laid like that for a good long while, and I nearly fell asleep again. Braeburn was just so warm and comfortable, I almost couldn’t help myself. A sudden hand reaching around to stroke my cock quickly banished all thoughts of sleep from my mind, though. I let out a soft moan, and shifted to grind my butt against the familiar lump swelling in his crotch, eliciting a moan from him in return. I could feel his cock growing out of its sheath, and the tip starting to slide up my back as it hardened. I let out another quiet moan, squeezed his cock in my cheeks to tease him, and then rolled over to face him.
He was beautiful. A faint trickle of moonlight was leaking into the room through the blinds, and it rimmed his velvet-furred form in a dim, cold halo that accentuated every curve of the farm hand’s lithe body. I don’t know what I did to deserve his company, but whatever it was, it must have been good. I scooted back up to him and shivered as our cocks brushed together. Braeburn’s whole body is covered in short, soft yellow fur like velvet, but his cock is a dappled, 10-inch pillar of naked horse-flesh that’s somehow softer still. And I wanted it so very badly.
Braeburn caught me staring and chuckled. I just blushed again and struggled to meet his eyes, instead of all of the marvelous distractions the rest of his body was supplying. Those eager green orbs sparkled as he said, “Well, partner, I reckon you want to do something with this?” and waggled his hips a little so that his cock bumped back and forth against mine. I nodded, a little stunned. He’d never really offered me the chance to do it before, but given an invitation like that, I was definitely not going to pass up the opportunity. Almost before I even realized what I was doing, I’d scooted down the bed, wrapped both hands around his shaft, and started licking at its hybrid flared tip.
He shuddered and let out a gasp as I did so, and I looked back up at him to see a sultry smile of approval flash across his features. I smiled and resumed my work, stroking and licking and sucking him until he was slick half-way down his shaft. He moaned all the while, and started grinding one of his legs between mine. When his twitching cock yielded its first taste of pre, I stopped and rolled over with my butt high in the air. “I’m ready for you,” I said. “Take me, Brae.”
He smiled gently, a look of pleasure evident in his eyes, and got up onto his knees to position himself behind me. I moaned as I felt the soft dick I’d just finished lubing rub between my cheeks, spreading warmth and slickness as he slid it back and forth. A few times he paused just as the tip brushed past my asshole, and I had to struggle to remain relaxed. Finally, after more than a couple minutes of teasing, I felt his balance shift and the tip of his shaft pivoted to point more directly against my ass. I shivered and pressed back against it with anticipation, but he put an arm over my back and held me down firmly.
Suddenly, my body was bursting with pleasure as he pressed forward, driving the tip and flare of his cock into my ass. He moved with a gentle tenderness, but there was a desire masked beneath his initial motion that I knew would bubble over in short order. I groaned as I felt him push deeper and deeper into me. It as always a struggle to take him, and I’d never managed to take his cock to the hilt; even as horny as I was tonight I didn’t think I’d manage, but dammit if there was ever a time to try, this was it.
“More…” I managed to mumble. Waves of pleasure were rushing through me, and I fought to keep myself relaxed enough to handle the request I’d just made.
“You sure?” he asked, understandably hesitant.
“Yes,” I replied, a little more assertively. “I want all of it, Brae.”
“Alright. If y’say so…”
I’d never felt so full in my life as I did just then. I collapsed forward onto the bed as Brae’s seemingly endless length started driving into me, deeper and deeper, until I felt sure he would hit my ribcage. It was incredible. I might have screamed.
“You okay?” came a slightly anxious voice from behind me.
Yeah, I’d definitely screamed.
“Nnnnfh, m’fine…” I slurred. “Want to see you, though. Can I turn around?”
“Sure,” he replied, and slowly withdrew until, with a final “pop!”, he was out.
I just laid there for a minute, ass in the air, moaning. Finally I rolled onto my back and draped my legs over his shoulders. “Brae?”
“Yeah?”
“Fuck me.”
He grinned and nodded, then began pressing his cock into me again. I squirmed and moaned and tried to wriggle as far down onto his shaft as I could, and then pulled him down on top of me in a passionate kiss, with both arms and legs wrapped around his back. I almost couldn’t stand how amazing he felt inside me, and I knew the best was just beginning.
When he finally broke away from my kiss, he shifted his weight again and pinned my hands down on either side of my head. “Are you ready?” he asked.
“Very,” I breathed.
He started rocking his hips, slowly at first, and I moaned as his cock slid in and out of me with ever-increasing frequency. It was intense, I don’t mind saying. All the while, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him – whenever I could manage to keep them open at all – and reveled in watching his movements. The way his tousled hair bounced about his head as he rocked in and out of me, the cute scrunch of his nose and the way he screwed his eyes tight in pleasure, the soft grunt as he thrusted into me again… he was beautiful.
He let out a gasp not too long after, and I felt his cock start to tremble deep within me. A moment later, Brae went stiff and a heavy warmth flooded into me. I screamed again and shuddered every time his cock twitched. He blew load after load into me, until it had nowhere to go but dribble back out, and I clenched down on him hard with each successive blast. He collapsed onto my chest, and we both laid there breathing heavily and stealing furtive kisses from each other for a while. I rubbed behind his ear, and he mumbled appreciatively.
Once the afterglow had worn off a bit, we slowly untangled ourselves from one another. Brae gave me another quick kiss before rolling away and scooting back down the bed. “Your turn,” he said with a wink.
I blinked, still not quite fully recovered from the filling I’d just received, and was not-so-rudely snapped back to reality when Brae’s mouth closed around my own cock and the whole thing disappeared into his muzzle. There might have been more screaming as he sucked on me. That soft tongue of his was doing amazing things down there. I wrapped both legs over his shoulders again and grabbed at his hair with both hands. He didn’t seem to pay much mind to what I was doing; he just kept bobbing and sucking, wrapping his tongue around my shaft and coating it with his warm, slick saliva.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. My back arched and a strangled yelp escaped my throat as I came in his mouth. He sucked it down almost greedily, all the while looking up at me with those gorgeous, gleaming green eyes of his. It took a while — partly because he kept teasing me — but I eventually collapsed back onto the bed like a limp blob, and he let me go. I reached down for his hand and pulled him back up so that he was eye level with me, and I gave him another long, deep kiss.
“Stay?” I begged.
“As long as I can,” he replied.
I nodded. It was the same every time. I had no idea how he came to me when he did, or how he left once it was over. I just knew that he’d never been there when I woke up the next day, and he didn’t seem to want to talk about it whenever I brought it up. So, we got ourselves cleaned up in a nice long shower, and then climbed into bed together, me curled up with my back to his velvety chest, his arm draped over me in a tender hug.
“Goodnight, Brae.”
“Goodnight, Silver.”
The minutes ticked by, and I lay there curled up against him unable to sleep as thoughts tumbled around inside my head; feelings I wanted so badly to confess but couldn’t bring myself to say aloud. At last I screwed up my courage and nudged him gently with my elbow. “Brae?”
“Mmm, yeah?” came his sleepy reply.
“I…” I faltered. “I, um…”
Braeburn propped himself up on his elbow and rolled me onto my back. I tried to look up at him, but I couldn’t bring myself to meet his eyes. I glanced around the room, a sudden panic setting in, and tried to look at anything but him.
“What is it, Silver?”
I closed my eyes and tried to steady my breathing. It seemed to take forever, but at last I got myself back under control and opened my eyes again. Brae was looking at me with an expression that sat somewhere between confusion and worry. Taking a deep breath, I tried again.
“I… I-I lo… (hmn)… I l-love you, Brae.” I stammered. Smooth.
For a moment, Braeburn just looked at me, his expression unchanged. Great, I thought to myself. You had to say it, and now you’ve screwed everything up. My heart sank, and if I could have melted into the bedsheets, I think I might have. I could feel tears starting to burn in the corners of my eyes, and was about to turn away so he didn’t see me crying when his expression finally changed. I blinked away the seeds of tears, and watched his face go from worried to surprised, and then finally soften into a caring smile. He leaned down and gently kissed my forehead.
“Oh Silver,” he said, his voice softer and more tender than I’d ever heard it before. “I love you too, partner.”
In a split second, it felt like my heart had leapt from my stomach into my throat. I could feel myself tearing up again, but this time I didn’t care if he saw. I just stared up into those beautiful green eyes of his, completely unable to speak — as if I could find the words anyway — while happy tears streamed down my face. He smiled again and leaned down to give me another kiss. We shared a long embrace, but I was so drained by the flood of emotions that came after my confession that I fell asleep in spite of myself.
I awoke the next day to the smell of oatmeal and fresh apple pie. I rolled over, confused, and saw a familiar hat sitting on the bedside table.
