Yesterday was still fresh in his mind, he couldn't help it, he had to try.

Finding the back door had been easy, finding the little square one had been a little harder, but nothing was harder than he was on stepping inside and smelling the combined lust of the last three occupants before him.

In a small town where the females outnumbered the males, this was bound to have existed. He'd frequented every bar in town, found the only club and eventually had to ask a close friend. So to find out if it was true, he'd headed to the Ponyville Spa and... it was indescribable, really. There'd been a box at the back, behind the main bath in the male section, admittedly it was a small section... but there it had been. He'd watched as three stallions had used it in short succession. First one, then two holes had slid open and whoever had been inside had happily serviced the last two stallions at once.

Their hot, glistening shafts had been swallowed up by the box, and by its occupant, again and again until they tensed, and tensed... and tensed, before happily, lazily dismounting and making their way to the little showers, the ones probably put in for just this reason, before slipping back into the tub to soak. One of them was asleep already with a semi-erection floating free on the surface.

He had been covering his own since the first one had gotten a turn.

Then, the hole slid open again, and the knock reverberated softly through the room. Nopony else seemed to care, it was only the five of them and the fifth was leaving. So he felt no real shame in using it as a chance to explain his hefty log showing itself in the company of other males.

But as good as the hole had been... it wasn't really enough. Sure it had calmed his lust to the point where he could exit the baths without getting hard again from the free-swinging cocks on display, but he wanted... more.

And that's why he was here. Sliding open the hole and knocking twice, just as he'd heard yesterday.

He didn't even look to see who was approaching, he didn't want them to check the hole and see him, wow... his heart was going a mile a minute. But then it was here, a stallion's cock! It wobbled a little, not fully erect, probably only half-way there, but he guessed it might be even bigger than his own...

Remembering what had been done to him yesterday, he reached up and took it in his mouth. He took it... mmm, the taste! He'd never imagined that it could be like this. His tongue was moving on its own, lapping and licking, curling around the head and pressing against the shaft, it was delicious. Salty, musky, tasting a little of the hot bath water the owner had been sitting in, whoever the owner was... He didn't even know! A stallion, some stallion he didn't know, or maybe one he did know, had his cock in his mouth!

He felt his own cock bounce against his stomach, thumping like a colt learning what an erection was for the first time and finding that it ached for something to touch it... but he didn't touch. He brought his hooves up to caress the length that stiffened for him, that filled his mouth and dripped a sweet, salty, slimy drool onto his tongue. He swallowed it and felt himself jerk again.

His stallion was fully erect now and he pulled free to lash his tongue up and down the length, anywhere his hooves weren't pumping in slow motions he slurped, before going back to gobbling the head. It twitched in his mouth, a small spurt of pre on his tongue and he rolled it around, sucking to get the rest of it.

This was heaven! This was exactly what he'd dreamed of! His first stallion and there was nopony who could tell it was him, no need for the awkward, tentative steps to find out if another stallion felt the same way, no chance of rejection or ridicule for opening himself up... just complete abandon to anonymity.

He'd practiced, a little, he'd found himself a toy that was about the size he thought was average, around his own size, maybe a little bigger, and he'd tried to push it as far down his throat as he could, as far inside himself as possible from both ends actually, and he'd managed it well enough, so he was confident that he could do this now.

Taking a deep breath through his nose, and feeling himself throb once more at the stench of cock sweat, he opened wide and relaxed, pushing himself as far towards the hole as he could. It. Felt. Incredible. The slick, smooth flesh went over his tongue, past the point of no return and then down, down, down his throat, just an inch at a time, but filling, oh so filling.

It wasn't until he touched his nose to the tile around the hole that he realised he'd taken all of it. The entire length was twitching and trying to jerk inside his throat! It wasn't enough... more... he needed to make this complete before his stallion came and left him with nothing but a full stomach and an aching jaw.

He swallowed by accident and his stallion groaned, the cock swelling as if nearly there, making him panic a little. He slipped himself free of the thick, pulsing length and shuffled around. His partner must have heard him moving, because he pulled back in anticipation.

Spitting on his hoof, he massaged it quickly into the flesh of his rump, lubrication was key no matter how much foreplay had been done, and he then lined himself up.

Pressure... he pushed against the head that hung behind him. Nopony could complain about anal in a glory hole, it was entirely up to what the one in the box wanted to do, that's how it worked, but the stallion above him muttered something that sounded like, 'Ohh, you play that way, my favourite.' and he knew it would be okay. It helped him relax more, and, with a push from the stallion mounting him, his ring stretched completely and allowed entry.

He bit his hoof... so... good... the pain he'd felt the first time his toy had dug into him was a memory, the stretch was like nothing he'd ever felt, and the burn of hot flesh on his sensitive sphincter was a fire that begged to be stoked.

Slowly, just slowly for now, he rocked back and forth. He got used to the intruder within, the stretch feeling more and more natural as he went on. But he needed more, more and more and more, so he thrust a little harder. He pushed back, and back more with every thrust until his butt met tile and there was the odd tickle of sheath at his backside.

He'd done it. He'd done it! He'd taken a cock so far inside himself that the owner had been sheathed completely. He held it for a moment or two, flexing his ring around the very base just for fun, but his stallion grunted and knocked twice on the roof. He felt daring, so he knocked twice in return, which his stallion took as an 'okay' to start thrusting himself, just as he'd hoped it meant.

The long pull was fast, like taking a large dump, but the thrust in was slow, leisurely, relaxed. Another pull, fast and hard, leaving him empty and shuddering, followed by a second slow thrust. It was a little faster, but not by much, and made his tongue loll out in pleasure.

His stallion was a master, he must be, the roll of his hips and the oddly reversed pace of regular sex was perfect, he'd never imagined he could feel so hot, so sexy, so completely overwhelmed and dominated by a stallion, without feeling any guilt, any shame, nothing could hold him back except the desire for nopony to hear his moans.

As a tribute to how good he must be, he'd never slur his stallion by calling him quick, it was only a few, agonisingly pleasurable moments before he felt the flare. It was deep inside him at the time, although it slowly started to pull back, but it left fire in its wake. Thick ropes of semen, he felt every one land in the space his stallion's flare vacated, right up until it was pulling at the muscles of his hole, leaving only dribbles of that fiery white liquid now.

But his stallion wasn't done, he began to pull, the flare grinding against every edge at once, pulling and circling, tugging in sweet, painful ecstasy as it made slow bids for freedom.

He stretched, and stretched, the uppermost edge began to slide free and, with a pop, the whole head followed.

That's when he came. His own head flaring and his legs giving out, collapsing down on the floor and pressing his jerking member between his chest and the cold tiles, feeling it flood his fur with spurt after spurt after spurt of creamy release.

His insides were still aflame, the semen within feeling like a glow painted on his walls, his hole was trying to clench closed in the sudden absence of his beloved stallion cock, but every time the sensitive flesh managed to touch closed, it twinged in pleasure and opened up again for more...

Sadly, he only had time to lean up and plant a quick kiss on the mottled skin of his anonymous lover, before it was withdrawn. There was no way he'd be able to stand long enough to have a second, either, so he slid the plate home over the hole and let himself gasp and pant in the darkness.

* * *

Two days later he was looking for his favourite foods in the market when a familiar voice called him over. His good friend Macintosh.

"So, you uh... find everythin' okay?" The big stallion asked, pretending to be offering him an apple.

"Sure did." He grinned back, "Next time you're heading there, maybe we could, uh... meet up?" He tried his best at a conspiratorial wink.

"Next Tuesday fine for you?" The farm stallion winked back.

"Oh I'll be there." He confirmed, "Count on Caramel, they say."

He bought an apple and chewed it slowly as walked away, murmuring to himself as he cast glances back at the sturdy apple farmer, "You may not see me, but I'll be there for sure..."

Author's Note

Gah... I need a cold shower! This is too much fun!!

More to come, crazy people!