The two stallions barely gave the door time to close before jumping into their activities. Jumping being a very correct description of what happened as Big Mac threw Braeburn on the ground, and lay over him before locking muzzles with the smaller male, taking the breath from his lungs with his exploring tongue.
Braeburn's mind held no thoughts, thinking become impossible when he felt and tasted the larger stallions tongue making its home in his mouth. Macs tongue was not the only appendage he felt, the semi hard meat of Mac from outside had returned with a vengeance. Pressed hard between the two bodies Macs length began to snake its way up and up between the pair as blood continued to swell and engorge the black horsecock. Braeburn broke the kiss between his cousin to look between his and his cousins bellies. What greeted him was a hot throbbing tube of meat that only stopped a few inches from his muzzle. If Braeburn wasn't erect before, he certainly became so now.

"Like what you see?" asked the red stallion with a hungry look in his eyes.

Braeburn did nothing but whimper in restrained lust, he felt movement against his own stallionhood as the apple farmer above him thrust his hips. This sent the tumescent rod along Braeburns' front and over his muzzle. Mac's length so large that he was frotting the two lengths together while also bumping flare to nose with his cousin below him. A large bead of fluid appeared at the end of the large rod, and Braeburn stuck his tongue out to catch the precious liquid. Each thrust of the red pony now sent the head of his cock into his partners open mouth, and on each withdrawal would find it clean of the precum drooling from the end.

Braeburn was paralysed by lust, the taste, warmth and scent of the fluid coating his tongue and mouth sent shivers down the his spine. Braeburn felt Mac move further up his dominated frame, the rod now no longer leaving his mouth on the backthrust. This did two more things to the yellow pony, Mac's swollen testicles were now rubbing up and down his turgid length, and Macintosh's cock was now lightly touching the back of his throat almost as if asking for entry. This was not a forceful rutting but more a show of affection. Mac, dominate and caring, and Braeburn, submissive and accommodating.

The back and forth motions of Mac's thrusts continued for several more moments until Braeburn heard the quiet grunts of the pony above him. This grabbed his attention as it was the first vocalisation from the red pony since they began. The sounds were the sounds of a pony nearing climax. Braeburn looked up, and tapped his cousin above him trying to meet his eyes. Mac looked down to find those eyes and after a moment the smaller pony nodded, answering the unasked question. Macintosh understood this as permission to chase his oncoming orgasm.

Instead of the next back stroke Mac slowly but forcefully pushed his way in further. Braeburns' eyes widened, feeling his airway being cut off by the pure masculinity of the pony above him. Mac moved slowly, not wanting to hurt his smaller partner. He could only feel warmth, and tightness, Braeburns throat was extremely tight, stretched wide over the girth of his throbbing horsecock.

Mac pushed up to where his medial ring could feel the warmth of Braeburns' breathing, and felt the pony below him gag. This depth would have to suffice, he didn't want to kill his cousin on his cock. As Braeburn continued to gag over the thick log of stallion invading his neck, his hooves reached up by instinct the feel the bulge and throbbing his cousins cock produced. He felt Mac push farther and farther until his nose met with his cousins mid ring, before the stallion pulled back, readying for the next thrust.

Braeburn almost felt... disappointment at the retreat of his partner, he wanted to feel those balls press up to his nose, to smell the raw stallion, to feel those balls churn with seed, ready to empty. His disappointment wasn't held for long as his cousin thrust back up to his previous limit plus an extra inch further. Braeburn could feel the tell tale signs of climax fast approaching within his partner and decided to take control. Braeburn swivelled his body from underneath his cousin to the other side, allowing Mac easier access to his mouth, all the while keeping his partners rod deeply embedded.

Mac was fast approaching his climax, eyes screwed up in concentration he failed to notice the pony below him move his position. Mac readied his final thrust, and pushed with the same strength as the thrusts before it. Mac's eyes widened as he felt his ring and the last foot of horsecock find warmth in his cousins muzzle. Braeburn's change of position had done the trick, with the easier entrance of the new angle, Mac had inadvertently fed his cousin his entire length and begun his long slow release of sexual fluids into the smaller pony's, throat and stomach. Braeburn felt the large head flare at the entrance to his belly, his entire throat occupied by the maleness of his partner. This thought alone sent Braeburn to his own climax, despite not having any contact to his own stallionhood for several minutes.

Braeburn's climax only lasted a few seconds, three ropes of semen launched itself and landed over Macintosh's face and mane. This went unnoticed by the red stallion who was well into his second minute of his own climax, long thick streams of hot goo found home in the stomach of Braeburn. The flared head of the stallion above not allowing any of the deposit to pass. The stomach of the smaller pony gained a definite roundness to it as it filled up well past its normal limit. Mac saw his cousins stomach swell to an uncomfortable degree so he slid out of his cousins throat, mid climax. Braeburn could now taste the semen still leaking from his cousins tip. Mac pulled fully out and landed the last shots of his orgasm over the snout and face of his partner, who promptly stuck out his tongue and tried to clean up the mess on his face.

Pants filled the air of both ponies while they both found their bearings from their mind blowing orgasms. Eventually both ponies found their hooves followed by Big Macintosh speaking the first words in several minutes, "What now?"

Braeburn looked down between his cousins legs to see the thick black rod, still erect.

"Got any lube?" responded Braeburn with a smile.

Author's Note

I was originally going to have the next part in the same chapter but decided against it, hope you enjoy!