Cooling Off & Heating Up

by Borealium

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Soarin, Other
Length: 1917

After a busy first day at the Wonderbolts Academy, a new recruit stumbles upon the biggest, beefiest stallion on the team - Soarin'. In the showers, no less!

A simple, fun little clopfic in the first person, involving an unnamed stallion and big, buff Soarin'.

If you didn't work it out already, this is a gay story. No sex, but two guys, and no girls. If that isn't your thing, you probably won't like this. Ya never know though, maybe give it a try anyway.

Contains: hyper muscle, big pecs & biceps, hyper dick and balls, masturbation, exhibitionism, gay smut

Published 2015-10-25 06:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-10-25 06:00:02 UTC

Hitting the showers

Late afternoon is the only time in a Wonderbolt's busy day where they can grab a hot, soothing shower. Not everyone, however, prefers communal showers. One of the stallions - or studs, in this case, rather – often prefers a more quiet outing, enjoying the warm water and steam only to himself without a crowd of other busybodies glancing peeks at his extremely endowed and muscular body.

As it happens, Soarin's taking one right now. As the doors slide open, he half-turns around, at the moment busy rubbing his mane with shampoo, his tail waggling in front of his sizable, toned butt. He is unable to properly see the newcomer, but he does respond kindly with a half-tired, but welcoming voice.

"Plenty of room in here, come in!"

"Thanks, don't mind if I do. Long day?"

Still busy washing his mane, his fingers rubbing between the strands of hair, Soarin' nods and mumbles, "mmhmm." His arms bulge and flex with every movement.

I cross the room and stand beside him, prodding his butt with a finger.

"You missed a spot."

The stud's tail flicks lightly, a reaction from the unexpected prod. He jerks himself forward once, his butt, now up close, bouncing up and down wildly. It's simply enormous, like someone filled two balloons with water. The mass jiggles with the smallest movement.

"Oh, really?"

"Mhm, I'm not surprised, this thing is huge."

Soarin' lowers his hand, rubbing just where I pointed out before. His fingers dig into the flesh, the entire globular mass distorting, his hand almost melting inside, the bubbly flesh melding away.

"...Is that a compliment?" he asks, a little taken back.

"Is Celestia the most beautiful mare that ever lived? Yeah it is!"

He still seems a little self-conscious, rubbing his hard, toned hip, looking down at me.

"Heh, thanks. It's... kinda big, I guess."

"Don't you like it?"

"Uh... that's an odd thing to ask,"

Soarin' looks around, blushing slightly. His hand, one of them at least, continues to rub his bubble-butt, still squishing and playing with one of the cheeks.

"I... it's a bit silly but I do like it that size actually."

"Yeah, I guess it is. Sorry - if you're not comfortable I'll drop it. It's just, uh, kind of... unique. In a good way."

"Well," Soarin' pulls his hand off his butt and wipes the slick of hair from his mane, looking down at me with a smile - not a sultry one, but a warm, friendly one, his big eyes still conveying a welcoming tone.

“It's not everyday you have a random stranger comes in on you showering, but you know, I'm not that uncomfortable with it. Really though, I appreciate the compliment. So, what do you need? I'm sort of off-duty now... as you can see."

"Yeah, I guessed. I'm sure you're a busy guy, I don't wanna waste your time. You've been working real hard these past few weeks getting that flight pattern sorted. You must be feeling a little stressed, a little wound-up. When did you last get some 'me time'?"

Soarin' rubs the back of his head, his bicep flexing and bouncing up and down - huge, but still somewhat soft. Each motion of his body really causes every muscle to bounce slightly, and his smile grows.

"Uhm, about fifteen minutes ago."

I look down, and around, at the floor.

"Oh, right. So this... isn't shampoo?"

"No no," Soarin' laughs slightly, his heavy-set pecs trembling, his nipples soaked with water. They're giant, almost too big for me to get between my lips.

"It is. I washed most of my load away already, well, the first one."

I chuckle, looking down again at the swirling pool of water and soap lapping at our feet. "Heh, yeah. I guess not even a guy as big as you could put out this much. Wait, first load?"

Soarin' closes his eyes deeply, blushing bashfully.. He nods once and, then, I notice just how huge his cock is. It's about as thick as my thigh, reaching down a bit below his knee but still soft. What initially seemed to be water dripping from the tip may actually be something else.

"Y-yeah. Uh... about a dozen gallons?"

"A dozen?"

I managed to pull my gaze away from his dick just long enough to get an eyeful of his fat, heavy balls resting against his thighs.

"Jeez, you really are big all over, huh?"

"I just sort of began, uh, swelling when I started working out," he rubs the top of his cock lightly, following his pubic trail with his soap-soaked fingers.

"I mostly do it in the showers."

"Yeah, I'm not surprised. Anywhere else and I bet they'd need the guys in hazmat suits."

My eyes dart over the rest of his enormous body.

"So... anything else been swelling lately? Or have you always been this perfect?"

"Oh, come on..." he blushes harder, his hand rising to rub the top of his pec. As he continues to talk, it slides down lower, to his massive nipple, and tweaks it a couple of times.

"Well, I'm 'swelling' every day. I do like working out so... you know."

I move around in front of him, hand on my chin, staring at his pecs.

"Yeah, I can tell. These are pretty swollen, I'd say."

I look down at his shaft, and gesture at it.

"Does that swell when you work out?"

"No," he shakes his head as his dick slowly lengthens and thickens, in a excruciatingly painfully slow pace, the stream from the tip intensifying.

"Nope..."

"Well, something's make it swell. Feeling alright, big guy?"

"It's sort of normal," he shifts his weight as his balls, too, pump larger by the minute.

"You know, it sort of happens when you're a bit pent-up, doesn't it happen to you?"

"Oh, sure. But my balls don't usually swell."

I watch as they continue to creep down his leg.

"Hm, I wonder what happens when they get too full."

"It gets a bit messy, so I'm glad we're in the shower," Soarin' adds, hefting his midsection slightly as his balls pull up and forward, his cock resting on them and almost holding itself parallel to the floor, dripping.

"Wow, okay. So, now that you've started, you're gonna need to... finish?"

Soarin' nods just once.

"It's starting to leak already."

He isn't lying. With a gentle breath, his pecs pulling in and out, the cock shoots out a rather strong stream of pre, like someone pushed a button, before calming down again.

I move in close, putting a hand on his hip.

"Woah, yeah. Looks like once wasn't enough for this beast."

I gaze up at him, grinning.

"Need a hand?"

"Well... “ Soarin' chuckles heartily and puts his hand on the back of his neck.

"I guess it is. Not really, no, but... you seem to be into my body about as much as I am, which is saying something. Would you, uh... like to have a quick show?"

"As if I'd say no that that. Go for it."

Soarin' turns a little more; from the side, the swell of his butt looks incredible. His dick slaps against his leg, a spurt of jizz splattering against his shin. He raises one arm, making the enormous bicep swelli into a majestic flex.

"Damn, you know you're sexy as hell, don't you?"

Still facing away, he takes a step back and raises his arms over his head, the triceps flexing into view, forearms bulging out. His massive schlong continues to bob up and down covered by the bulk of his body, his balls dripping with hot water.

"I try."

I stare, hardly blinking.

"Trust me, you don't need to try. You're incredible."

His wings spread slightly, directly behind himself, giving me an unabated view of his muscular back. His arms spread out again, a majestic double-bicep flex, each muscle almost bigger than his head. He turns half-towards me, his dick lifting slightly.

"Am I?"

I roll my eyes.

"If you can name one part of your body that isn't perfect, I'll give you a thousand bits."

"I think my biceps are a bit lacking," the stud offers, turning to face me and striking a curl, his arms bulging out, triceps, forearms, even his shoulders and traps bulge out. His cock is standing almost straight up, jizzing out load after load of pure pre, splashing loudly on the floor.

"You're damn right, they're lacking my hands feeling them."

I reach out and begin to massage the solid globe of muscle with both hands.

He lowers his hand to me, his forearm and bicep about as large as my chest, pulsating, tiny veins appearing on the borders of each muscle.

He purrs pleasantly, his cock rubbing against my thigh.

I look down at his throbbing length, smirking.

"Looks like someone is having a good time. Is that a baseball bat tied to your leg or are you just happy to see me?"

"Well," he pulls my hand up and over his shoulder, pulling me in. His massive pec is about as close to my mouth as it can be.

"I think 'baseball bat' is a bit of an understatement."

I hungrily eye his nipple, and the enormous pec it caps, taking in his rich, powerful musk.

"Yeah, maybe it is. I think I'd have an easier time trying to wrap my hand around one."

Demonstrating my point, I grasp his shaft about midway along, and squeeze.

"Mmf," Soarin's grunt penetrates the shower and, like a hose, his cock starts shooting out jizz, white-hot essence firing across the room.

"Ooh.."

I begin to massage his length, running my hand up and down the top.

"There we go... let it all out, big guy."

Soarin' coos and moans under his breath, looking down at me with a sultry, erotic smile. His cock continues to pump out more and more, the stream simply increasing.

"Fuck... Keep up... mmf...the handiwork."

"Oh, I can get handy."

With one hand still squeezing the thick shaft, my other hand begins to furiously rub the underside of the swollen head, roughly massaging the huge flare.

Soarin' rises his hands over his head, stretching out, his muscles flexing one by one, bouncing his biceps, his pecs, stomach undulating ever-so-slightly. His expression is of pure bliss, his balls swelling out even larger with every passing moment. "Mmmh, yes, yesss..." he mumbles, his eyes tight shut.

Satisfied that his orgasm is well and truly underway, I begin to stimulate other parts of his huge body. I lift one leg up and over his dick, straddling it as it lurches and pulses beneath me. I grip one of his nickel-sized nipples and each hand and give them a good, hard tweak.

Soarin's pleasurable groans increase, his cum coating the wall in long, thick spurts. His hips thrust slightly, his beachball-sized nuts leaping up and down. "Mmh, yes, yes!" he begins to call more lustfully, his nipples hardening.

I wrap my hands around behind Soarin's Rock-hard hips, and squeeze his enormous ass cheeks, the doughy flesh oozing in my fingers, as his cock fattens and blasts out a monumental pillar of thick, hot jizz, almost blasting the tiles from the wall.

Soarin' calms down slowly, his cock still pumping out furious glob after glob of thick cum, but the amount is shrinking. After one last spurt, he sighs hugs me closer and pats my mane lovingly.

"Thanks, buddy."