Fun in the Locker Room
As Braeburn escorted Soarin' down the stairs after another eventful evening, he felt himself growing good-naturedly agitated toward his blue pegasus coltfriend.
"Where did you even get that pie, anyway?" Soarin' smiled.
"Bought it from Cherry Jubilee when I was in Dodge Junction! Did you like it?"
"I didn't even know 'bout it till you sprang it on me back there!" He tenderly rubbed his plot. "I didn't think cherry pie fillin' would sting quite that much!"
"Only because you struggled," Soarin' replied with a grin.
"Woulda helped if ya let me know ahead a' time!" The earth pony's coltfriend nipped him playfully on the neck.
"Admit it! You know you loved it!" There was a pause. Braeburn's smile grew wider and he blushed.
"Okay, yer right."
"Ha! Knew it!"
"But that don't mean you can just spring stuff on me anymore! You should always ask me first, just to be safe." Soarin' sighed sarcastically and spoke as if to an annoying schoolteacher.
"Yes, Mr. Buzzkill."
"You better not do this again," said Braeburn sultrily, taking on the persona. "I'll let it slide this time, but if it happens again, I might have to punish you." They shared a laugh as they exited through Braeburn's front door. Soarin' jumped into the air with his saddlebag and waved a goodbye. But then he came back.
"Hey, Brae? I know our six-month anniversary's coming up. You want to go somewhere?"
"What'd ya have in mind?"
"Tomorrow, when you come visit, meet me at my house in Canterlot at 6:00 P. I have an idea; we can discuss it when you get there. How's that?" Braeburn was unsure what the mischievous stallion was planning. But he always seemed to know how to push Braeburn's buttons. If he had an idea for their anniversary, it was probably a really good one. The pegasus had not been wrong yet.
"Sure. I'll be there."
"Alright!" He landed and gave his partner an affectionate hug and kiss, causing the earth pony to blush. "See ya later, Brae!" He then rocketed off in the direction of Canterlot many miles north, leaving a light blue contrail behind him. Braeburn looked around to see if anypony had seen them, and sure enough, there was a mare next door in the act of entering her home, and she was staring at him over the bag of groceries she was carrying.
"What?" he said, slightly embarrassed. "Ya never seen two stallions kiss b'fore?" The mare shook her head and went inside, shutting the door behind her. Braeburn turned and went back inside his own house to begin packing.
Braeburn stepped off the train at 5:00 and looked up at the setting sun. It was only early spring, but Celestia was already lengthening the days. There were a good two or three hours of sunlight left. He went to the ticket counter and asked where he could find a good bottle of wine. When asked if he was bringing it home to a mare, he corrected him with "stallion." The ticket vendor was a bit put off, but directed him to the Moonshine liquor store. He bought a bottle of Don Ponyon and tied a little red bow around the neck of the bottle.
He checked the address Soarin' had given him: 1215 Starswirl Lane, Apartment F. After much asking around, he eventually found it near the edge of the city, just arriving as the clock began to near 6:00. It was quite a modest building, not indicating in the least that it was the home of the second most famous flyer in Equestria behind Spitfire.
Braeburn entered the building and ascended the stairs, knocking at the appropriate door. It opened to reveal Soarin', still dressed in his flight suit. He smiled, showing his teeth, which as always were perfectly smooth and white, despite his unconventional love affair with pie.
"Brae! You're a little early; it's about a quarter till." His eyes found the bottle of alcohol poking out of Braeburn's bag. "But you bought wine, so that kind of makes up for it!"
"Well, I'm glad I got here so early; I get to see ya in that sexy suit a' yours." He turned his head and Braeburn knew he was blushing under the latex.
"Come on in." He led Braeburn inside. The apartment was plastered with Wonderbolt posters, some of which the stallion appeared to have had since foalhood. A blue couch sat against one wall, with a state-of-the-art plasma TV mounted on another and a wonderful mahogany table in the corner. The lights were off, and the table had two lit candles on it, one slanting dangerously, the other half-melted. Well, at least he had attempted to be romantic.
"I just got back from a show," said Soarin', "so I gotta go take this thing off. Just sit wherever." Braeburn sat at the table, expecting Soarin' to do the same, but when he returned from his room after disrobing, he plopped down on the couch. "Food's in the kitchen, obviously. I stopped at Burger Prince on my way home. You can have the other half of my hayburger if you want; it's still hot."
"No thanks," Braeburn said. He got up and walked over to sit next to Soarin' on the couch. Soarin' wrapped his hoof around him and pulled him close. "So, you wanted to talk about somethin'?" Soarin' grinned.
"Yeah! I have a great idea! I was going to surprise you, but then you said you wanted me to warn you about stuff, so I thought I'd talk it over with you first."
"Shoot." Soarin' took a breath.
"How would you feel about sex in a stallions' locker room?" Braeburn did not quite know what to say. So he asked Soarin' to repeat himself.
"Uh, sex where?"
"In the locker room. There's an awesome gym just down the road, and I've always wanted to try it with somepony. You in?"
"I dunno..."
"Come on, Brae. You sound like you want to, you're just uncomfortable." As always, Soarin' knew his mind like nopony else.
"Well, I mean, I'm a little self-conscious sometimes. If somepony walked in on us, I don't know what I'd do!"
"Ask 'em to join in?" Braeburn punched him jokingly on the shoulder.
"Yer a dick."
"Well, I am what I eat!" This elicited a playful smack on Soarin's flank.
"Bad colt!" said the yellow stallion in a sultry voice, looking him seductively in the eyes.
"Hey, now," said Soarin', "save that for later. We don't wanna waste all that energy now." Braeburn thought for a moment and came to a decision.
"Alright," he said. "I guess I'll do it. Actually sounds kinda fun." Soarin' smiled, showing his pearly white teeth.
"I knew you'd come around!" He leaned in for a kiss, and Braeburn returned it. Braeburn's mouth opened slightly, allowing Soarin's long tongue access. All those long years of licking pie tins clean had done him good. His snake-like tongue explored Braeburn's mouth, rubbing back and forth against the inside of his cheek and massaging his palate. Their forelegs wrapped around each other, pulling them tightly together. Braeburn could barely compete against Soarin's pure skill. He was really turned on, and he could feel his body beginning to signal Soarin' as such. He pulled back reluctantly.
"Save it fer later, babe." Soarin' cocked a half-smirk.
"Right. Wouldn't want you finishing before we even start!" Braeburn laughed.
"Soarin'!"
"What?" said the Wonderbolt with false innocence. Braeburn got up and set his saddlebag on the table. He began to dig through it, pulling out his extra vest, and turned around.
"Should I bring anything?" He smirked and produced a thick black double dildo that Soarin' had given to him as a gift on his last birthday. Soarin' licked his lips. Braeburn had clearly thought ahead.
"Maybe a toy to play with in case we get bored." Soarin' flicked his eyebrows suggestively, and Braeburn flicked his back in response. Soarin' went back to his room and returned carrying his own saddlebag. "Let's go, babe."
"Right behind ya."
"You always are!"
"Shut up," he said halfheartedly.
The gym was thankfully mostly empty at that time of the evening. It was a large gym, but there were only five ponies still there, and they were all pegasi, of course. Braeburn moved to one of the machines and sat down, utilizing his natural earth pony strength to lift the heavy weights, greatly impressing the two mares and one of the stallions in the process. Soarin' moved straight toward the back to the locker room, but Braeburn stayed put to finish a set. He then proceeded to the back.
Soarin' was standing just around the corner waiting for him. He stood next to the bench holding two pieces of black fabric on his wings. Braeburn was a bit surprised at this.
"What're those?"
"They're shorts. I know how much you like latex."
"Won't puttin' those on be a little counterproductive?"
"Wow," Soarin' said jokingly, "such big words for a hot young farm stallion!"
"I'm more'n just a pretty face," replied Braeburn indignantly. "I guess I'll wear 'em." Soarin' nodded and spoke in a sweet, sexy voice.
"Alright then; bend over so I can put them on you." Braeburn turned and proudly showcased his plot in front of his coltfriend. Soarin' leaned down at Braeburn's hooves, sensually licking the fur there. He lifted the yellow leg and slowly set it down in the leg of the shorts. He did the same to the other leg, then gripped the shorts with his teeth, dragging them erotically up to Braeburn's ass, pulling the latex back and then letting it go. It quickly retracted with a loud smack against the soft skin and Braeburn gasped quietly.
"Ah! What if somepony heard that?"
"They'll just think one pony is getting dressed. You should loosen up, Brae-Brae." Braeburn got a bit more excited at being called by Soarin's pet name for him. He always liked being called that. Soarin' moved in front of Braeburn and slowly donned his own shorts, putting on a sort of reverse strip show. Both their rapidly lengthening cocks poked out of the front of the shorts, throbbing slightly with their heartbeats.
Once Soarin' was finished with his show, he moved forward to sit in front of Braeburn's hips. He reached up a hoof, wrapping it around the shaft, and stuck out his tongue to lick around the tip. Braeburn let out a small moan.
"Ooh, that's nice." Soarin' retracted his tongue as replying would keep it occupied for a moment.
"Ya like that, baby?"
"Yeah," Braeburn breathed. Soarin' moved down to the base and licked all the way up the shaft, lingering a short moment at the medial ring, then moving to the rounded tip. He wrapped his lips around it and kissed it, slowly wetting it down with his saliva. A single drop of pre dribbled out onto Soarin's tongue, and he licked it off, flicking and wriggling his deft tongue against the tiny opening.
He started moving his head forward, taking more of Braeburn into his mouth. The tip first reached the back of his tongue, then his uvula. When he could fit no more, he pulled his head back, then repeated the process. He bobbed his head back and forth, twisting to get the most out of the experience. Braeburn squirted tiny spurts of precum into Soarin's mouth, and he sucked it down, drawing more quiet, reserved moans. He then quietly popped the cock out of his mouth. His partner was disappointed.
"Aw, what'd ya do that for?" he asked quietly.
"You're not the only one who likes blowjobs!"
"Keep yer voice down!" Soarin' gave a sexy grin.
"Why should I? Are you afraid of getting caught?" He was, and Soarin' knew it. He was scared to death he would be caught literally with his pants down. Soarin' sat on the bench and leaned back, supporting his weight with his elbows. His dark blue, almost black cock swayed enchantingly. Braeburn turned and kneeled in front of it, taking it gently in his hooves.
A small, thin stream of silvery liquid flowed down the shaft of Soarin's cock, culminating in a tiny drop at the base where it connected to his balls. Braeburn massaged it slowly with his right hoof, sticking out his tongue and licking up Soarin's shaft along the line of precum. He suckled for a moment at the tip, then went down on it, practically inhaling the throbbing organ.
"Mmm," he said as he took it into his mouth. Soarin' replied in kind. He placed his hoof on the back of Braeburn's head and lightly but forcibly bobbed his coltfriend's head, his own muscles doing most of the work. Braeburn kept licking and sucking, hungrily slurping down the enormous fleshy mass. He used a hoof to fondle Soarin's balls, brushing against the tight latex.
"Mmm, yeah," said Soarin' gently. "Ya like that cock?"
"Mm-hmm." Braeburn always loved when Soarin' talked to him during sex, especially during oral. It made him feel like a dirty slut, which was exactly the way he liked it. Since he had started dating Soarin', he had opened the earth pony up to a world of new sexual ideas, quite a few of which he had grown extremely fond of.
And Soarin', of course, was happy as a clam. He enjoyed either getting sucked or doing the sucking, as did Braeburn. And he enjoyed both mares and stallions. As long as he was getting some action, he could never complain. And he was not about to complain now while his dick was being held hostage between Braeburn's jaws.
Braeburn breathed in each time his head went down, sucking the meat as deep down his throat as he could. He drove his head down to the hilt of Soarin's cock and gagged, trying to fit it all in. He pulled off and coughed, but then he quickly went back to work on Soarin's dick, sucking it back down in a single motion. Soarin' moaned breathily and grabbed Braeburn's mane. He could feel himself getting close to the edge.
"Oh, Brae," he said. "Aw, yeah, suck that fat cock."
"Mmmm," Braeburn moaned in response.
"Oh, I'm close, baby," he whispered in his partner's ear. Braeburn reached up and guided Soarin's other hoof to the back of his head. He wanted Soarin' to fuck his mouth like the dirty little coltcuddler he was. Braeburn began to moan like a mare in estrus, trying his best to drive Soarin' past the point of no return. Soarin' pounded his mouth like a fuck toy, trying hard to achieve the same goal. Braeburn's eyes looked up at Soarin' with longing, as if begging him for his seed. And Soarin' had never been one to leave a pony hanging.
"Yeah, Brae, take that cock."
"Mm-hmm."
"Oh, buck, I'm gonna cum! Yeah, swallow that load!" Soarin' hilted himself in Braeburn's mouth and pumped hot spunk down his throat, squirting the first shot directly into his lover's stomach. Braeburn pulled back a little to catch the rest of the cum in his mouth so he could taste the delicious, salty, sweet liquid. After a few more squirts, Soarin' came down from his orgasm. Braeburn slipped the stallion's cock out of his mouth and stood a bit straighter. He wrapped his front legs around Soarin' and brought the pegasus into a wet kiss.
As they mashed their lips together, Soarin' could still taste his jizz in Braeburn's mouth. He moved his tongue around, licking the remains of his seed off the inside of Braeburn's cheeks. After a few moments, Soarin' wrapped his forehooves around Braeburn and lifted him up. He awkwardly hefted his coltfriend up, flipping him over and laying him down gently on the bench.
Soarin' and Braeburn both pulled off the latex shorts, flinging them off to the side. The rubbery fabric slipped off of their bodies, finally freeing their throbbing cocks completely.
Even though Soarin' had just climaxed, he could already feel himself becoming excited once more from Braeburn's ministrations. Braeburn's own penis leaked with pre, a thin, clear stream running down his rock-hard shaft.
Braeburn lay on his back, looking up at Soarin'. The pegasus reached a hoof down and wrapped it around his thick penis, lining it up with Braeburn's winking anus. He rubbed the organ over Braeburn's perineum, prompting a sigh of pleasure. Then he pulled back and pushed back in, slowly pushing himself inside Braeburn. The filling of his cavity caused Braeburn to grunt in pleasure.
"Unh, yeah," he breathed. The stallion's anal muscles immediately clamped down on Soarin's thick penis, trying to get as much enjoyment out of the experience as possible. The saliva from the blowjob and the leftover drops of semen combined to make a pleasure-enhancing lubricant. His ring tingled with sensation, flexing around Soarin's dick and trying to draw him in.
Soarin' pushed forward until his balls slapped softly against Braeburn's rump. He leaned down and kissed the other stallion passionately, rubbing one hoof over the earth pony's chest and the other over his apple cutie mark. Then he pulled his lips away slightly and began pumping his hips in and out.
"You like bein' filled?" Soarin' said seductively.
"Oh, yeah," Braeburn replied. "Pound me, please."
"You got it, Brae." The pegasus pumped his hips harder and faster, smacking audibly against Braeburn's ass. His balls hit his partner's rump repeatedly, sending tiny jolts of pleasure through Soarin'.
"Oh, that feels good, Soarin'."
"You want this fat cock, Brae?"
"Yeah," the stallion replied eagerly.
"You want me to cum inside you?"
"Yeah, I want it," whined Braeburn. "Fill me up." Braeburn and Soarin' knew they were both close. Every thrust from Soarin' made the farm pony whine in ecstasy. The pegasus thrust harder, his movements becoming more erratic. As Soarin's voice grew louder, Braeburn held him tightly around the waist, grinding their bodies together.
Soarin' finally grunted and gave one last powerful thrust, shooting his thick seed into Braeburn's ass. The amber stallion gripped Soarin's back tightly and moaned. Soarin' pumped streams of thick spunk into Braeburn, coating his insides with sticky goodness. Eventually, it overflowed and a thin line of fluid leaked out of the stallion's hole, flowing down and dripping onto the floor.
Braeburn grabbed his own aching cock and jerked it roughly. After all of the anal stimulation, he almost instantly brought himself to his own orgasm, splattering both their coats with white. Soarin' continued to thrust, smearing the gelatinous fluid over their fronts. Soarin' then leaned in and locked Braeburn in one last passionate kiss, pulling himself out of Braeburn's ass and laying on top of him.
They kissed and cuddled for a few moments, basking in the afterglow, before somepony cleared their throat behind them. The stallions both tensed, looking up to see another stallion, a pegasus with a brown coat and a blond mane with highlights. He wore a swept-back hat and his flank sported a gold money symbol.
"I-It's not what it looks like!" said Braeburn. The stallion grinned.
"Looks like a good time to me," he said in a sexy, boyish voice.
"How long have you been standing there?" asked Soarin'.
"Long enough to get a hard-on," said the stranger confidently. Braeburn then noticed that the stallion was very loosely concealing a throbbing member between his legs. And it was large. Very large. How had he not noticed that immediately?
"Whoa," said Braeburn simply. Soarin' lifted himself up off of Braeburn and set his hooves back on the floor.
"You're kinda cute," he said. "What's your name?"
"Soarin'!" said Braeburn indignantly. The blue pegasus leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"You said you might want an open relationship, didn't you?"
"Yeah, but—"
"You said." Braeburn hesitated but then nodded.
"Go on," he said.
"So? What's your name?" Soarin' asked again.
"Name's Big Shot," said the stallion. "But my friends call me 'Money Shot.'" He gave an extremely suggestive wink-and-lip-lick combo.
"Tell ya what," said Soarin' after some consideration. "Brae here is staying at my place for a couple nights. Whadaya say we get together tomorrow?"
"Sure, sounds good."
"Soarin'," Braeburn objected again, "I thought I told ya—"
"How about we just let him come over, then you can decide whether anything happens or not?" Braeburn thought about that. Soarin' had done something without asking, again. But then again, he would get a chance for a threesome, which was practically every stallion's fantasy, gay or straight.
"Alright," he said eventually. "But nothin' happens unless I say so."
"Great!" said Soarin'. He turned to Big Shot. "How does 6:00 P sound?"
"Sounds good to me," said Big Shot.
"Alright, then," said Soarin'. "It's a date!"
To be continued...
