Thunderlane’s First
It had been several months since Thunderlane and Soarin started dating. The two of them grew close after meeting up at one of the Wonderbolts sponsored gyms in the neighborhood. The two enjoyed each other’s company so much that Soarin ended up moving in with him. There they spent much of their time the way most new couples would: Dinner, movies, cuddling, etc.
Soarin is resting on the bed watching TV. He is wearing a pair of thigh high, green striped socks and tight panties secured around his crotch. A ceiling light with soft incandescence acts as the only means of keeping the room lit. Thunderlane enters the front door after a long day of work and places his belongings in the closet. “Whew, such a long day, wonder if Soarin is home.” He hears the faint sounds of the TV behind the crack in the door to their bedroom. Thunderlane smiles, “Well that answers that question.” He peeks through the crack to spy on his boyfriend minding his own business. Soarin chuckles to himself, enjoying the program on the television. He sees Soarin dig his hoof into his panties and rub himself off, a soft blush brushes over Thunderlane’s face. He is so distracted that he is oblivious to the loud sigh that escapes him—just within earshot of Soarin.
Soarin perks an ear and smirks, “You’re late. I’ve been waiting here dressed like this for almost an hour now.”
Thunderlane squeaks behind the door. Embarrassed he let himself be entranced by his lover’s fondling, he creaks open the door with a flush of red streaming across his face. “S-sorry dear, I got sidetracked,” he excuses.
“That’s always your excuse,” Soarin chuckles. He reaches down under the bed and pulls out a matching pair of thigh highs and panties. These ones were blue, but were the same pattern and size. “Get dressed so we can cuddle.”
Thunderlane nods softly and crawls into bed, curling up against his boyfriend. Soarin looks over his shoulder and meets noses with his lover. He looks at Thunderlane with a curious expression. Thunderlane buries his face into Soarin’s chest, and his hind hooves rub against his sock clad legs. “C-can you help me put them on? Work was tiring today.” Thunderlane playfully bats at Soarin’s chest and giggles.
Soarin looks at him and smirks. “Alright you lazy butt, just relax.”
Thunderlane lies on his back and lifts his front hooves upward. Soarin sits up, removes the socks from the bag and unfolds them. “Sit still now.” He pushes the sock onto his hoof, and it slides against his fur until it stops just short of his shoulder. Thunderlane giggles and raises his other front hoof, “Do the other one!”
Soarin chuckles, “Wow, you seem chipper all of a sudden, I thought you were tired?”
Thunderlane cocks his head and sticks his tongue out at him. “Perhaps I just like it when you dress me in my sockies,” he teases, as Soarin pushes the second sock onto his boyfriend’s hoof.
Soarin shakes his head and taps his boyfriend’s hind hoof. “You’re such a dork,” he remarks, stretching the other pair of socks, preparing to put them on Thunderlane’s hind hooves.
Thunderlane pushes his hind hoof against Soarin’s clothed crotch and rubs gently. “And you’re a cute dork,” he playfully observes.
Soarin jolts a bit from his lover’s hoof pressed against his nuts. A small hint of pleasure seeps through the pores of his body. His face reddens slightly and he pulls back from the hoof. He crosses his hind legs, trying to prevent his shaft from slipping out of his crotch “S-stop that!” Thunderlane’s attitude shifts as his playful demeanor changes to one of dominance. His eyelids drop a bit, and a smug grimace coats his face. “Come now Soarin, you still have two socks and my panties left to put on now, don’t delay.”
Soarin blushes. Losing his grip on the interaction, he unfolds Thunderlane’s legs a bit and resumes putting on the last pair of socks. After finishing with the socks it was on to the panties; the final article of clothing. Soarin puts the undergarments over his lover’s leg, making sure to avoid eye contact with his bits. Thunderlane leaps from the bed and poses in front of his love, the fabric pinching between his round, plump buttocks. “Don’t I look good in this hun?” he says, with a flamboyant flutter of his eyes.
Soarin stares back, slightly uncomfortable from his sweetheart’s flirtatious antics. “Seriously, why do you do that every time we get dressed up for our special nights?” he groans.
“Oh shush, you like staring at this booty. Do I have to remind you about when we first met at the flight academy? When I accidentally sat on your face trying to get in my suit and you started to-”
Soarin stops his mouth with his front hoof, “B-be quiet you fag.” His face was blistering red, his hind hooves bumping against Thunderlane’s.
Thunderlane looks down to see Soarin’s package poking out and stretching the elastic of his panties, it seems that Soarin’s memories triggered his manhood. He brushes Soarin’s hoof from his muzzle and stares into his emerald eyes.
Unsure of the situation he has brought upon himself, Soarin shifts his weight closer to his companion and embraces him, gazing back into the stallion’s yellow eyes. The room grows silent except for the white noise of the television he neglected to turn off. His arm pulls Thunderlane into an embraced kiss. He doesn’t resist his lover’s charm as the two lock lips and their silk clad sheaths bump and rub against each other as their bodies as their bodies entwine. The smacking of their lips echoes across the room. Thunderlane shuts his eyes and gets lost in the moment, smooching his beloved over and over again, loosening his muscles and letting his lover have his way with him. The once dominating temperament he developed over his significant other has now deteriorated back into its prior, childlike glee. He was truly in heaven, that is, until his lover made the bold move of prying into his mouth with his tongue and going to town. A soft moan from Thunderlane escapes the barrier of their lustful kissing and he made no attempt to resist the entire moment. Their tongues dance and flop about in their mouths, and interlock, imitating the warm clasp of their bodies together. They’re both so invested that they hardly notice their horniness underneath their respective thongs. Pushing against the fabric, Thunderlane’s cock was begging to escape the claustrophobic surroundings of his undergarments.
They break from the kiss, a strand of lukewarm saliva streams from their lips and splits in the moist air of the room, falling to the floor. The tuft of fur on Soarin’s chest puffs a bit, signaling his arousal to his partner. They stare back into each other’s eyes for a moment before Soarin breaks from the embrace and goes behind the bed for a moment. “What are you doing Soarin?”
“Oh, just something I’ve been holding onto for just the right occasion, and I think it’s time I showed you it.” Soarin creeps out from under the bed and approached him with a bottle of Bad Dragon cum lube. He holds Thunderlane with one arm and holds the bottle to his face. “How’s about you and I finally enjoy a little more…intimate moments together?” Thunderlane jolts upward and his wings spring open, eyes dilated at the implication. “A-are you asking that we…we…” Thunderlane remains still, covering his muzzle and staring at the bottle, shining from the ceiling light. Soarin nods. Thunderlane feels his panties tighten again at the thought. Thunderlane was still a virgin you see, and he had been putting off sex with his boyfriend out of fear of what it would feel like.
Soarin reaches down toward Thunderlane’s panties and starts peeling them off. Thunderlane reacts by pulling back and the elastic smacks against his crotch. “Something wrong?” Soarin inquires.
“N-nothing… I’m just…”
“Nervous?”
“Y-yeah.” Thunderlane shakes his head a bit.
Soarin giggles to himself. “If you want, I’ll lube up nice and good and go gently if you’d like,” Soarin says with a reassuring smile.
Thunderlane had known Soarin long enough to recognize what he felt behind that smile. He could understand that Soarin was not the type to push too far and was caring of his feelings about sex. Thunderlane sucks in a small bit of air and exhaled. “As long as you lube up good, I think I’ll be ok.” He gives a wry smile and stands up like a pencil, holding his ‘nads.
Soarin gives him a quick backrub to calm him down a bit. Once he’s back to his whole cheerful self, he positions himself against the wall near the bed and starts pulling down his panties. He lets them down just enough to give his shaft the much needed space it needs. There it stands, glistening a little with sweat that was still visible from the earlier frottage, half erect and pulsating. Soarin wastes no time pulling his undergarments down and letting his shaft fully harden before his lover’s eyes. Thunderlane blushes at the sight of his sweetheart’s tip fully formed and pointed square at his exposed rump. The sight of his cock only makes him hornier until his also grows fully erect near to point of hurting from all the stretching of the skin.
“I see you’re ripe for the picking.” Soarin snickers as he begins applying the lube to his bare shaft.
As Soarin prepares himself, Thunderlane is already at work rubbing his shaft with his free hoof, imagining what the feeling of being fucked would be like. Would it actually hurt? Or would it be the blissful ride he hoped for. He spent the last several weeks stretching his ass with his horse dildo he had carefully stashed in his closet for this occasion. Would it be like using a dildo? Or would it be something far greater? The thought makes Thunderlane rub himself faster, adrift in his own dirty thoughts.
Soarin just finishes applying the lube when he stares up at his lover who seems to be lost in thought, practically humping the bedroom wall. “Already getting off I see.” Soarin laughs.
“Oh, fuck me, Soarin.” Thunderlane doesn’t pay any attention, he just keeps stroking himself and leaning against the wall.
Soarin cuddles behind him and strips down his panties. “Maybe we should just get started then.”
Thunderlane snaps out of it as his panties hit the floor around one of his legs. “Woah, hang on, I still need to take off my panties.”
Soarin ignores him and raises his hind hoof above his waist. Thunderlane flops against the wall, his member, throbbing, sways in the open, legs spread and ponut arced toward his boyfriend’s lubed cock. Soarin pulls him downward and prods his hole with his cock.
Thunderlane screeches, “Ah-AHHH. Be gentle, Soarin!”
“I haven’t even penetrated yet, you nerd.” Soarin positions himself under Thunderlane and pushes himself into Thunderlane’s tight hole. Thunderlane holds his head under his hooves before moaning out loud, feeling the thickness of Soarin’s member enter his tail hole. He arcs his back towards Soarin’s chest and balances himself against the wall. Soarin grabs Thunderlane’s leg and holds him in place. “You all set?” Soarin asks.
Thunderlane nods softly, his ass cheeks clenched around Soarin’s thick shaft. He braces himself against the wall and hugs around Soarin’s waist before he gives him the signal to start thrusting. Soarin gives his lover a quick wink and a kiss on the cheek before pushing himself further in his ass. Thunderlane bites his lower lip, letting him push deeper. This, this is definitely better than a dildo, he thinks to himself, so much better. “F-fuck me Soarin,” Thunderlane whispers.
Soarin heeds his lover’s call and starts thrusting. His cock penetrates the thick meat of Thunderlane’s skintight ponut. Each thrust makes Thunderlane more and more anxious about getting fucked, causing him to tighten his grip around his lover. “Ahhh…AHH…yes, that’s it.” His voice fluctuates between spasms of joy and calm.
“Am I going too fast?” Soarin inquires.
Thunderlane gives Soarin a nod. Soarin understands and slows his thrusts for a bit. The medial ring of his cock had touches the outside of his ass.
“Mmmf, o-ok, you can go faster now. Just, be careful,” Thunderlane pants.
“Hehe, sure thing sweetums.” Soarin tightens his grip on Thunderlane’s leg and pushes upward. His medial ring pops his ponut out. Thunderlane shouts out in ecstasy as his cock stiffens again. His balls bounce to and fro from Soarin’s thrusts. The room fills with warm energy from their love making.
“S-slow down a moment, I need a break,” Thunderlane gasps.
“Sure thing hun.” Soarin slows his thrusts, pulls his cock out to the tip, and puts Thunderlane down to his level.
Thunderlane quivers in place, his lover’s cock wedged into his butthole. His own erection bobs and twitches and is slightly flared from the action. He bows his head under his front hooves and watches his majestic erection throb just inches from his face. He feels Soarin’s hooves creep over to cradle his exposed nuts, and gently rub them, helping to calm down the grey stallion. Thunderlane looks over his shoulder and blushes at his sweetheart’s tender reach around.
“Looks like you’re about to climax pretty hard there,” Soarin murmurs under the pants of near exhaustion.
Thunderlane motions one of his hooves to Soarin’s and makes him cup his shaft. He then gestures a slight jerking motion. “Go ahead and finish me off hun, I’m practically about to b-burst.” He pushes against the wall giving himself more space and allowing Soarin’s meaty cock to push itself back into his ass.
Soarin kisses his cheek and gets to work jerking off his sweetheart while quietly humping him. Their panties hang around their legs. Thunderlane’s cock flares more, as Soarin rubs him harder and faster. Thunderlane spreads his legs, stretching his stance a bit, letting his balls dangle freely in the open air. Soarin hugs around his body and bites Thunderlane’s neck as his hoof pumps away at Thunderlane’s stallionhood. Thunderlane wretches his head upward and lets out a loud girly gasp as his cock spills ropes of semen out his urethra. It spews and dribbles out of his shaft, making a big mess of the wooden floor. The only sounds that fill the room besides the TV are Thunderlane’s orgasmic gasps and globs of cum hitting the floor.
As Thunderlane’s cock slows its dispensing of love goo, his muscles relax and his head rests on Soarin’s, who is still nibbling his neck. His balls quiver and legs feel like jelly. He could barely speak. All he got out was: “S-Soarin…”
Soarin lets go of Thunderlane’s neck and stands up a bit, letting his lover lay forward. There Thunderlane leans, between the wall and his boyfriend’s cock still stuffed inside him. He huffs for a bit and looks behind his shoulder. “W-well, what are you waiting for? F-finish it.” Was what he murmured before leaning on the wall again.
“Are you sure? You seem tired hun” Soarin asked with a concerned look on his face. “We can always do this again—”
“No, finish it Soarin,” Thunderlane’s voice rose. “I want you to fuck me until you finish. Do it, and do it hard, no holding back now.” He looked back at him and smirked, barely able to stay sober from the last five minutes.
Soarin stared him back and noticed a glimmer in his eye. He recognized that stare. It was the stare he always gave whenever he was determined to win a race, like he did at the academy. Soarin responded with his usual smirk. “Alright, hun. If you want it that badly.” He places him in the awkward fucking position from before and pushes his cock back into his ass.
Thunderlane yelps and springs his wings upward. Soarin pushes his cock deep into his ass, and his medial ring passes the ponut threshold. He starts thrusting so fast his balls slap against Thunderlane’s. Soarin separates his legs to give himself so more leverage and buries his shaft balls deep and itches Thunderlane’s prostate. The force of Soarin’s pounding causes him to momentarily lift off the floor. Small beads of leftover cum from his flared tip drip out and and slither down his curved figure. Thunderlane’s coin purse rocks back and forth as each of Soarin’s thrusts rub his sensitive prostate more. Thunderlane can’t contain his pleasure and cries out for his sweetheart to fuck his ass to the point of splitting him in two.
Soarin flare begins to form, pushing upward and indenting his insides, preparing for the flow of his hot jizz. Thunderlane bits his lower lip, bracing himself. Soarin snorts and grabs his sweetheart’s body, lifting upward. In an instant, his cock spews forth a mighty river, quickly filling his ass. Thunderlane exhales a loud sigh so loud that it could be heard from the next room. The soft, sticky sounds of Thunderlane’s ass to Soarin’s cum slathered cock can be heard as globs of juicy spunk leak and gather in a puddle like someone poured an overflowing amount of syrup on a stack of pancakes. Thunderlane groans in pleasure, sliding down the wall and taking in the feeling of his having his virginity slip away into nothingness.
Soarin rests him and pulls out, one last glob of jizz falls and splats on the cum pile like an egg someone dropped. Thunderlane drops to the floor, his ass up and torso down, shivering. Soarin picked him up gently and carried him over to the bed and gently rubbed his chest. “Did you enjoy that?” Soarin whispered. Thunderlane lied there motionless for a moment before cocking his head a bit and nodded softly. He then closes his eyes and drifts off, his anus still dripping with his lover’s milk. Soarin rolled his eyes and cleaned him up in his sleep. I guess he’ll tell me about it in the morning. After cleanup, he tucked his sweetheart in and snuggled up next to him, kissing his cheek and turning out the light and TV. Thunderlane is going to have some very nice dreams tonight.
