One Way Road

“Well well well, look who’s all fresh and happy first thing in the morning,” snickered Rising Star, muffling a yawn.

Winter felt like a million bits. He had a good night’s sleep, something he couldn’t achieve for nearly a week now, and he still felt a faint tingling on his nose where the batpony planted a small kiss last night. The stallion gave his friend a giant grin. “It went better than expected.” He came in close and locked the private in a bone-crushing hug. “Thanks, really. If it weren’t for you...”

“You’re welcome, sir. Can you show your gratitude by not squeezing my intestines out like a tube of toothpaste?” wheezed out Star, producing a smile of his own. “Happy I could help, Winter, sir. It was awful seeing you all depressed like that. So, uh, if you don’t mind me prying,” whispered out the stallion, gasping for breath, “how well did it go?”

Snow sighed and shook his head. “He’s no longer afraid of me, but I didn’t want to push my luck. It’s better for the both of us that we take it slow anyway. But we’ll be going out on a, uh, date today. That’s kinda good, heh.”

“Kinda?” mocked the smaller stallion, walking alongside his superior. “What, you still having doubts?”

“Maybe. But it’s different this time,” rectified Snow, looking up and down the corridor they were patrolling. It would be another long, hot shift in the nearly empty palace. “I mean, I think I started thinking ahead a bit. You know, first date, then eventually we’ll start sleeping over at each other’s et cetera…a-and then, you know...”

“Sexy stallion fun times?” whispered out Star, bumping the sergeant’s shoulder.

“Stop it, this is serious,” groaned Winter, pushing the cheeky stallion away with considerable force. He hummed while his subordinate scrambled, trying to catch his balance in his heavy armor suit. “I mean, I guess he already did...things with me. And I’d be okay with...kissing and stuff. B-But still...I would have to eventually...you know...return the favor,” mumbled out Snow, his cheeks burning up.

Now that he finally stood stable on all fours, Rising Star was torn between seriously treating his superior’s fears and poking fun at the predicament. The question that would decide choosing one option over the other was: how hard would he have to run if he made a joke?

“Well,” carefully started the private, seeing Winter tense up. “If you ask me, you can work it out by yourself. Right?”

“What do you mean?” asked the surprised sergeant. He was already shifting his weight, preparing to smack Rising the moment he’d try to crack a joke. Having to remain on only 3 hooves was uncomfortable. “How?”

“Well…depends on what your problem really is.” The sergeant seemed both confused and embarrassed, which turned out to be much more amusing than any funny comment he could think up. “Is it his stallion bits? Too big? Too small? Some nasty shape?”

Winter stumbled back, unwittingly sitting back on his armored rump. “I-I, I...I,” he stuttered, feeling his face burn under his coat. The sheer mention, the thought of Wing Dancer’s...privates made him uncomfortable. Not that he ever even caught a glimpse of them anyway. All he could do was nod slowly, avoiding his friend’s gaze.

“So there’s something wrong with that,” mused Star, crumpling his nose. He didn’t really think his strategy through - even he wasn’t too fond of talking about another pony’s junk. Especially since it would be directly connected to Winter. He was about to say something when the stallion leaned in suddenly.

“I don’t think I’d be comfortable touching him like that. Hell, I don’t touch myself much. Not sexually anyway,” he blurted out. “I always had mares and stuff, and I definitely don’t want to taste...taste his…” He swallowed hard, shaking his head violently and pulling back. That was as much as he could take. The hot air around him felt a lot chillier now that he was waiting for his friend to reply.

Rising was in deep. He trotted into foreign territory of which he knew only a little himself. As far as his own junk was concerned, he experimented as much as the next stallion. He had a taste or two of his flare, decided he didn’t like the salty tinge semen had and that was it. He never came back to thinking about it.

“Do you think I should...I should do it myself? Practice, I mean?”

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With a bit of relief Winter left the barracks. He kept asking Rising questions from time to time, having found out that the private had some experience. He pushed himself so far out of his comfort zone, it didn’t really matter that the questioned stallion was nervous and awkward, trying to avoid answering any of his inquiries. It all ended when they were accidentally found out by another pair of guards, caught red-hoofed in the middle of a conversation about how to improve the taste of cum.

He still had a few hours left before his date with Wing Dancer. He was nervous, mostly because he didn’t know how to act. They were off to see a movie, some kind of cheap comedy. Normally he would try to put a hoof around his date and delicately pull her to his side, gauging the chances of getting laid after the subsequent dinner. This time, he wasn’t really sure if he wanted to cuddle.

“I mean, what if it does end up in bed?” he mused, fumbling around his bag for the key to his apartment. “I can’t make him do me again...I mean, it would be nice…h-he’s pretty good at it.” He finally dug out the key and opened the door with a sigh. Having dropped his saddles on a coffee table, he decided to hit the shower.

“But I have to show that I’m considerate too. Last time I was pretty selfish, right?”

He stared at his reflection in the mirror, half-expecting a reply, like it sometimes happened in movies. He scratched the spot where he got nicked yesterday, remembering all the tension and nerves he went through. It felt so unreal now, almost like a bad dream.

“Face the facts man,” he continued, turning the water on and adjusting the temperature. “You’re going for a relationship with a stallion. It sounds weird, you might not be exactly too sure about it, but you don’t feel it’s terribly wrong either.” With a bit of unease he looked down, craning his head to stare at his sheath. It was black and crumpled, as always, his heavy balls dripping with mild water. He never noticed his stuff much, nor did he pay special attention to others’. “Why does it feel so weird though?”

With a huff he sat down. He looked up into the shower head, closing his eyes and letting the water wash down his body. Down and down it went, pooling around his flanks, dowsing his tail. Gently caressing his sack. Now that he acknowledged it’s existence, he couldn’t stop focusing on his sex. The more he thought about it, the weirder it felt. A small pressure was starting to build up there.

The stallion peaked down again. His sheath started bulging slightly, the stirring in his loins encouraged by the rippling sensation of water spraying onto his nethers. Still a bit uneasy, Winter hesitantly put his front hooves behind himself, exposing his belly and inner thighs to the warm torrent.

As soon as his stallionhood popped from it’s protective sheath, the sensation intensified, causing Snow to let out an involuntary shallow sigh. The unrelenting jets of water whipped at his cock, a peculiar sensation dancing between pain and pleasure. The further his meat stretched, the more stimulated he became, some areas of his rod more sensitive than others. He squirmed around, exposing himself more fully to the rough caressing. He moaned a little as a particularly strong stream pressed against his testicles, causing his cock to twitch and send a splash of liquid against his face.

Snow lied down in the shower, enjoying the rough stimulation of his sex. His member was at full attention now, reaching a few inches past his belly button, which is his case was a feat on it’s own. Now that he looked at it, he gained a lot of respect for the slender pony who fit that bulging monster all the way in his mouth and throat. Even the thought of something being lodged in his windpipe made the guard shudder. He would have to work on that if he ever wanted to make Wing happy.

Slowly, the stallion put a hoof to the flat tip of his stallionhood. He pressed down a bit and began moving it in a circular motion, feeling a strain at the base. The rough texture of his appendage didn’t feel too good - it was scratching the delicate skin of his meat. He instead tried to put a fetlock around the girth, again surprising himself with how big he was. This time the stimulation of his pistoning movements did something for him, but in the end the water did a better job, lashing at his balls and penis at just the right spots.

“Too bad this isn’t about jacking off,” sighed Winter, propping himself up against a wall. His dissapointed member gave a needy twitch as it was removed from the showerhead’s radius. It was wet and glistening, ants travelling up and down the length from the recent experience. He let the feeling pass, replaced by the rhythmic twitching and bulging of the fat veins around his rod. One spasm in particular was stronger, pushing out a murky drop of liquid that stayed on the flat plateau of his cockhead. Snow gulped nervously, thinking about how wrong it would be to just lick it up.

“On the other hoof...W-Wing took...the whole...” he mumbled, lowering his muzzle to inspect the still droplet. It had a most enticing smell, musky and very arousing. Very carefully, the stallion let his tongue slip out of his muzzle, the muscle heading straight for the pre-cum. There was a slight hesitation before Winter finally prodded the droplet. Despite his expectations, there was no taste. He tried again, being very careful not to touch his own cockhead. He guided the round droplet into his mouth and held it there for a little while. It carried a tint of salt, but nothing more.

The stallion almost choked as he attempted to spit the thing out mid-swallow. It was like his organism didn’t see anything wrong in swallowing something else that was produced down below, in a spot that was used mostly for pissing. Then again, Wing Dancer didn’t have any problems with that. “One step at a time,” said Snow, letting loose a nervous giggle. “The things you do for a gay-potentially-colt-friend, heh.”

Much more decisively this time, the stallion lowered his muzzle to the head, which was slowly deflating. He didn’t feel excited enough to keep himself hard, but he had to keep going. He shuffled his muscular flanks a bit lower, letting the fierce shower’s water stimulate him. His penis appreciated it with a pleasurable, vigorous twitch. Keeping half of his stallionhood constantly under the downpour, Snow lowered his nose even further, almost booping the rising tip. His tongue darted out, colliding with the cockhead unexpectedly. The sensation was weird, as he both felt his tongue touch him, as well as the pressure itself on his member.

Slowly, in shy circles, Snow begun exploring his tip. He tried very hard to not think about what he was doing, opting to focus on how it felt. It was nowhere near as pleasurable as he remembered it - the batpony did it a lot better, apparently knowing all the secrets to sucking a stallion off. This was kind of off putting to Winter, as he felt like he wouldn’t be able to please Wing when - and if - things would get hot. He eventually started circling his tongue around the circumference, the teasing going pretty much unnoticed by his member.

In an attempt to draw at least the slightest bit of pleasure from the experience, the sergeant bent even more, sucking the head into his mouth. The pressure right behind the tip was more to his liking, his tongue now more vigorously swirling around the intruder. He felt like he was getting the hang of it and, despite the uncomfortable feeling in his back and gut, forced himself to gobble more of his length. As he slowly made his way down, he felt his cockhead flare slightly. The vaccum tugging at his sex felt really nice, his lips tighly securing it inside the moist cavern.

While most of his member was relentlessly lashed at by water, a certain midsection felt empty and hungering for touch. He closed his eyes trying hard to get there, but to no avail. His back was already strained and his stomach felt like it almost pressed against his spine.

With an audible pop, the sergeant let go of his treat, noting how it indeed flared up a bit. He stared at it for a while, panting. There had to be a better way…

Groaning, he begun shifting around. He tried reaching the rod by lying on his side and bending over, but again the gut got in the way. He could only muster a quarter of his member, slurping on it and trying to focus on how it felt. His tongue caressing the underside of the growing flare was pleasant, and the tightness of his lips bobbing up and down behind it let him lose himself for a moment in a melting sensation.

Winter straightened himself out again with a moan, looking down at his saliva-spattered horsecock, tiny shivers of delight running around his body. Now that he thought about it, his member didn’t have any taste. If anything, only the precum in his mouth was salty, the flavor not wanting to go away, lingering at the back of his throat.

“It’s not as bad as I imagined, I guess,” mused the stallion, flexing his sex muscle, squeezing out a thick glob of liquid. “Maybe I won’t turn out to be such a terrible...coltfriend,” he sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. “Who would have thought I’d be doing this?” he asked his penis. It remained silent, throbbing slightly, wordlessly urging the sergeant to stimulate it more.

The guard looked around the spartan bathroom, as if an answer on how to suck better could be found in the plain mirror, door or the shower itself. In a last ditch effort, he lied on his back again and heaved his hind legs upwards. He propped them comfortably against a nearby wall, now crossing his eyes to look at the dangling member above him. His testicles hung low, the giant horsecock now a bit more daunting than before. There was something arousing in that jet black, throbbing tower of a member just sitting above his face. He took a sniff of it, the smell of arousal and pre-cum making him blush like a filly. Almost on instinct, he let his mouth open softly as his hips begun moving downwards.

The misaligned penis booped his nose and begun siding down its bridge, right between his eyes. The short coat hairs sent ripples of pleasure along the sergeant’s body, commanding him to keep pressing down despite the absurdity of his pose. He finally could bend no more, trying to focus on the monster that was right between his eyes. From here he could see the pulsing veins, beating out a steady rhythm in tandem with his heart. He traced the longer vessels hungrily, one in particular going over the girthy medial ring, exposed and as if begging to be suckled on.

“How did Wing Dancer take all this...” he mumbled, his moving snout prodding the erection lightly. “W-Well...bottom’s up, r-right?” he asked his penis, retreating it back up. This time he let his tongue do the guiding, firmly pressing it into the vacuuming cavity of his mouth. It went in smoothly, now tended to by his wet and eager muscle. The sergeant slowly tipdoed his hind hooves down the wall, pushing more and more of his throbbing hotness past his tightly sealed lips. He stopped for a second to take a strained breath, his insides coiling up from the unnatural pose.

With a decisive thrust he pushed his cock as far as it would go without him breaking his spine. He got a good grip of it with his lips, an inch or two behind the medial ring. It was uncomfortably close to the back of his throat, yet he still regretted he couldn’t take the whole thing in. There was so little to go…

His tongue did it’s own thing, exploring every spot on the hot member. With just the tip he managed to trace the outlines of the veins, moaning in the process. The additional vibration sent wild sparks and waves of pleasure around his body, easily overpowering the strain his back took. He lightly bobbed his head up and down, his eyes shut and all attention focused on the bliss he was feeling. It was getting pretty damn close to what he felt with the batpony.

His orgasm built up slowly but surely. The sergeant alternated between suckling, licking and simply bobbing his head, experimenting with different patterns and intensities. He especially liked teasing the slit of his urethra, sometimes tasting the salty pre-cum that leaked from his shifting balls. They felt hot and neglected, bouncing slightly as the stallion moved around. The sergeant felt more and more tired, his back letting him know with numbing spikes that it wasn’t supposed to bend that way. It felt like a race against his own body - on one side was the approaching orgasm, the sweet release that already made his cockhead swell in anticipation. On the other, there was the risk of hurting himself during all this nonsense.

He needily hummed into his dick, the vibrations causing his mind to melt with pleasure. Release was approaching, the sucking and facehumping becoming more urgent as the sergeant felt his member stiffen even more, heavy with hot blood. The pressure just kept building and building, as if an invisible dam kept him away from cumming. His sex was so stiff he feared it might pop any moment.

Sweet goddesses, he thought as he finally passed the point of no return, his balls rising, this feels so good, this feels so good, sogoodsogood…

The first spasm came down through his body, his member flaring and bulging heavily. He felt his seed splatter onto the back of his throat, making him cough. In a panicked state, he begun pulling out, involuntarily choking on another thick load. His flared penis scraped against his teeth as it sloppily exited, a sensation both painful and exhilarating during his cumming. The third spurt landed directly on his nose. He closed his eyes shut, grunting as the fourth spasm quaked his nethers, hosing down his face. His hips were shivering, body led by instinct and need. The fifth twitch caused him to grind his rod on the bridge of his nose, the cum leaking down on his hair.

He lay there for a little while, still shivering and panting, catching his breath after the violent eruption. He felt tired, relishing in the afterglow, small spams still milking out residual amounts of his virulent seed. That was the most draining and satisfying experience he ever had, and the aching in his back only added a tinge of excitement to it. Slowly, he uncoiled his body, drawing sharp breaths as his spine was finally allowed some rest. His flanks rested on the warm, wet surface of the showering area, the feeling divine on his sweaty skin.

The stallion lay there, his mouth slightly agape, panting and gathering his wits. The orgasm he just achieved was the most bizarre mixture of pain, discomfort and ecstasy he ever had the pleasure of having. It was even weirder than sucking your own member to learn how to service your future-probably-maybe-coltfriend.

“I wonder what Wing would say,” he sighed, finally wiping his face with a hoof. The thick seed was everywhere and it stuck to his fur like tar. “Am I a freak now, even by gay stallion standards?”

With another deep sigh he crawled under the showerhead, the cool rays of water massaging his body. “Worth it,” he chuckled, lazily applying shampoo to his mane.

In the other room, the wall-mounted cuckoo clock’s bird chirped seven times before retreating to its hiding spot...