Author's Note
Hoo boy here's a story I never thought I'd write. As in I tried to write this about a hundred times and failed every time. But what better time is there to write than after waking up at 4:30 in the morning and feeling ill? I mean, I can't think of a better time.
One Too Many To Drink
Caramel took another sip of his cider despite the fact that he was already aware just how tipsy he was. He was somewhere between still mentally functioning perfectly well mentally, just a bit slow with reactions, and giggling every few seconds for no reason. While he was halfway through his third mug of cider he looked to the two stallions in front of him and knew that he was the most sober one here. Both Big Macintosh and Braeburn seemed to prove the semi-ironic Apple Family tradition of seemingly being unable to hold their cider.
Big Macintosh was smiling, mostly staying quiet but would occasionally look to Caramel and giggle. Normally his boyfriend was a bit more subtle about checking Caramel out, especially in front of company, but he was simply staring at Caramel with his eyes clearly moving up and down with a big, goofy smile on his face.
“Hoo-Wee that is some mighty fine cider there, Cuz!” Braeburn yelled a bit too loudly. “Ya ain’t gonna find anything like that back in Appleloosa. Ah tell ya the ponies there just ain’t got the Apple Family touch. Mighty big shame, Ah say.”
Caramel thought that Braeburn yelled everything a bit too loudly, even when sober, yet also found it charming in a sense. It clashed hard against both his and Big Macintosh’s quiet approach to the nights when they would simply drink cider in peace and talk quietly back and forth with occasional flirting. Braeburn on the other hoof liked to ramble sober or not in an almost bubbly kind of tone to just about anypony who would listen. Caramel had tried to keep up with his speed of conversations, but quickly learned Braeburn would talk for a paragraph whenever Caramel got a sentence out.
“It is pretty good, huh?” Caramel giggled, his voice a bit quiet.
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh chipped in. He said that single word in a tone, that Caramel was quite positive that only he could distinguish, wasn’t paying attention in the slightest to Braeburn and instead staring at Caramel. It was easy to tell his face was pink with blush by the way his freckles slightly blended into his red fur.
It was late at night, and the conversation had gone on like this for a while. The barn itself had been cleared out except for the various barrels set up throughout the place to be used as makeshift tables with random empty mugs on top of them. It had been Caramel’s first Apple Family reunion, and luckily it had also taken place at Sweet Apple Acres. Unfortunately this meant that despite Big Macintosh insisting he and Braeburn were fine, Caramel just couldn’t let them clean up after everypony else had left alone. As such, everypony was tired. Caramel was struggling to remember who suggested they call it a night and start to drink, and could only focus on the slightly fuzzy feeling buzzing through his head.
“Gee, Cuz,” Braeburn suddenly began. He was turning the mug around in his hooves and giggling despite the fact that what he said next wasn’t all that funny. “Did Ah thank ya for lettin’ me stay here with ya’ll tonight?”
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh said. “A few times.”
“Hehe, sorry,” Braeburn giggled again. “Just thinkin’ Ah’d be a pretty bad Apple if Ah ain’t gonna go ‘round and show my hospitality. And speaking of Hospitality! Just how long have ya been keepin’ this here cutie a secret?”
Caramel instantly felt a blush on his face, for Braeburn was pointing directly to him. The yellow earth pony’s eyes were still at Big Macintosh, who had finally ripped his gaze away from Caramel and back to his cousin. Big Macintosh shrugged in response and Braeburn over dramatically rolled his eyes and groaned loudly.
“I-I’m sorry,” Caramel started quickly. There was a slight stutter in his tone driven by embarrassment. “I don’t think it crossed either of our minds to… I-I dunno, come out before the reunion? I mean, Applejack and Granny and Apple Bloom know.”
“Don’t ya’ll go apologizing Caramel,” Braeburn said quickly. “Ya’ll ain’t mister closed mouth over here. Seriously Cuz, ya coulda clued me in on not bein’ the only gay stallion in the family. Bein’ the black sheep ain’t exactly fun all the time.”
“Ah ain’t gay,” Big Macintosh mumbled in a way that seemed almost embarrassed despite his blank expression.
“Yeah yeah terms terms terms,” Braeburn waved his hoof dismissively. “Yer still datin’ a stallion who I assume ya kiss more than the dozen times Ah saw today.”
Caramel blushed, realizing that the number really was that high. He squirmed a bit on his pile of hay and giggled nervously when he thought of just how many ponies had seen them kiss without him thinking.
“Ah mean, Ah guess I wasn’t too surprised,” Braeburn started with a shrug, already talking again before either Big Macintosh or Caramel could fill in the silence. “Especially after that one reunion when we were foals.”
Caramel noticed something in that moment that peaked his sudden curiosity. Big Macintosh’s eyes widened slightly. It was something minor, but Caramel knew Big Macintosh enough to know that anything minor usually was worth paying attention too. Big Macintosh wasn’t looking at Caramel, but Braeburn, as if trying to signal something silently that Caramel couldn’t quite read.
“Um,” Caramel started, squeezing his hooves around his mug. “What… reuinion?”
“I-It ain’t nothin’,” Big Macintosh said quickly. His deep voice sounded panicked in a way. He seemed to be blushing over something, and it was clearly not from the cider in his system which he had already put onto the barrel before shaking his head. “Honestly, we was just dumb foals.”
“Oh come on,” Braeburn rolled his eyes before looking to Caramel with a sly smile. Out of the corner of his eye Caramel could see Big Macintosh put his chin onto the barrel and suddenly cover his eyes in a manner that Caramel had never seen him act before. Braeburn giggled excitedly, though upon closer inspection he was also blushing. “We were only kids, Mac!”
“Ah don’t care!” Big Macintosh said loudly.
“Seriously,” Caramel tried his best not to sound like he was whining. “It’s not bad, is it?”
“Ah wouldn’t say baaaaaad.” Braeburn drew out the last word and grinned bigger. “Just when we was foals durin’ a reunion right here at Sweet Apple Acres that me and Big Mac may have snuck off together. An’ then we found a dirty magazine.”
Braeburn giggled at that.
“R-Really?” Caramel asked, slightly guilty that he was pushing by the slight deep groan of protest Big Macintosh gave.
“Full of stallions,” Braeburn said while squirming in place. “We thought it was real bad ta’ look at and thought we’d get in trouble if we told anypony, so we stayed in the woods and went through it together. We didn’t really know what it was, but Ah remember likin’ it a heck of a lot without really knowing why. Guess Mac did, too.”
“Cuz, you’re drunk,” Big Macintosh mumbled in an almost defeated kind of tone.
“Oh please,” Braeburn giggled. “Ah’m just tipsy, cool your horses.”
“Um,” Caramel began, finding himself blushing a bit at the thought. “What kind of images?”
“Oh, just generic stuff,” Braeburn shrugged. “Stallion’s lickin’ other stallion’s cocks, anal, a little light bondage. Ah remember this one cute lookin’ buff stallion had his hooves tied together while another licked his chest. That one’s stuck with me. Oh oh oh! But the best part was me an’ Mac were too young ta really get what was goin’ on. Ah think I kept asking why they were kissin’ like they were in the pictures, with tongue, so we tried it out on each other to see what the big deal was!”
“You what?” Caramel asked, eyes widening with his voice comin’ out louder than expected. “L-Like tongue and all? With Mac?”
“S-Sugar Cube, don’t listen ta him!” Big Macintosh finally sat up from the barrel with his face clearly reddened past the levels of his already red fur. “He’s over exaggerating! It was just a little peck an’ that was it.”
“Ah can’t believe ya’d call our first kiss just a peck!” Braeburn shouted in a clearly overly exaggerated kind of upset. “C’mon, we did it like four times cause we kept screwin’ it up, don’t ya remember?”
“N-Nope,” Big Macintosh shook his head. “It was just one lil’ peck, Braeburn.”
Caramel heard the stutter, and suddenly had the mental image of the two stallions in front of him kissing the more and more the fact that it had actually happened seemed to be brought up. It made him blush and look down into his mug at his own reflection in the cider.
“Oh please!” Braeburn rolled his eyes before suddenly standing up. He seemed a bit shaky on his hooves. He trotted slowly over to Big Macintosh before sitting down right in front of him and putting both hooves on Big Macintosh’s sides. “It was just like this!”
Suddenly, without Caramel or certainly not Big Macintosh expecting it, Braeburn leaned forward and pressed his lips to Big Macintosh’ own. Big Macintosh’s eyes shot open while Braeburn’s hat fell off of his head. Caramel felt his jaw drop slightly when he saw Big Macintosh lean backwards and end up falling right onto his back. Braeburn’s grip was so iron tight that he ended up tumbling with Big Macintosh, their kiss only breaking when Big Mac’s back hit the ground and Braeburn rolled off. Braeburn was laughing loudly while Big Macintosh’s eyes were wide and stunned looking.
“Hahahaha!” Braeburn cried out, grabbing his head and covering his face. “O-Okay, just like that! Golly I just did that!”
“Ah noticed,” Big Macintosh stated in his usual deadpan tone.
“U-Um…” Caramel realized his heart was pounding. Big Macintosh looked to him with clear embarrassment flowing onto his face. He rolled over and sat up straight quickly, going over to Caramel and grabbing his hoof.
“U-Uh, I’m sorry, Sugar Cube,” Big Macintosh said quickly. He kissed Caramel’s cheek quickly and then tried to smile, though his eyes were clearly full of nerves.
Braeburn was still laughing, though it was less hysterical now and more like a continuous giggle that flowed slowly from his mouth like honey from a jar. He was covering his blushing face with his hat so the sound was slightly muffled.
“A-Ah’m sorry!” Braeburn said in a very unapologetic tone due to him STILL giggling at this point. “But yer still a good kisser, Cuz!”
Big Macintosh was frowning.
Caramel’s mind was suddenly filled with a very embarrassing image that he wasn’t too keen on sharing with Big Macintosh. He tried to think of something to say but couldn’t.
“Hoo-wee, Big Mac,” Braeburn said, squirming around on his back as though he was so happy he couldn’t sit still. His tail kept squishing back and forth under his body like a dog. “Remember in that book where that one worker stallion got all sweaty, an’ he was really muscled and big. Ya looked kinda like that today.”
“Y-Yer sayin’ a lot of embarrassing stuff, Cuz,” Big Macintosh said, drawing closer to the stallion to touch his chest. “Either that or yer goin’ out of yer way to embarrass me in front of Caramel.”
“It ain’t embarassin’ ta call ya hot!” Braeburn said, closing his eyes and squirming a bit more before giggling. “Ah bet Caramel agrees, don’t ya?”
“Um,” Caramel realized he was actually being called on and felt his mind draw a complete blank. “I-I guess, yeah.”
“Don’t encourage him, Sugar Cube,” Big Macintosh looked behind his shoulder to Caramel.
“Come on,” Braeburn said, sitting up slowly and grinning greedily at Big Macintosh. “Ain’t ya like any gay ponies dreamboat kinda guy? Big and buff and quiet. Ain’t gotta be ashamed of it.”
“C’mon, you’re embarrassing yourself in front of Caramel,” Big Macintosh said. “Ya don’t want him ta think of ya poorly, do ya?”
“Caramel!” Braeburn called suddenly. Big Macintosh planted his hoof onto his face and groaned when he realized he was being ignored again. “Yer blushin’ up a fit over there. Wasn’t it real attractive when Ah kissed Mac?”
“He’s blushing cause yo-”
“A little,” Caramel mumbled.
There was a silence, a heavy one. Even Braeburn’s smile faded for a second as though he honestly didn’t expect that kind of answer and was just trying to tease Big Macintosh more. Caramel’s eyes widened when he realized he had been honest and felt his mouth go agape and his mind grind to a complete halt.
“I-I mean, It was… It was more the idea of you two kissing and touching and, o-oh geez that’s wrong,” Caramel said quickly, desperately trying to justify himself when he stood up and began pacing back and forth slowly. “Y-Y’know, the cider and all. I-I dunno.”
“Kissin’ and touchin’,” Braeburn mumbled. Big Macintosh wasn’t staring at either of them and just down towards the ground.
“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” Caramel said when he walked forward. “I made it more awkward.”
“Ah think we’re all a little tipsy,” Big Macintosh said through a forced chuckle. “Ah mean, Braeburn’s real cute and all but…” The workhorse blushed harder upon the realization of what he had called his cousin. He breathed out heavily and put his hoof over his eyes. “I-I guess, Ah mean…”
“Now we’ve all said somethin’ embarassin’,” Braeburn giggled, laying back down on his back. He seemed a little less blindly giggling now, and even it too had an awkward edge. “Did we all just admit we like the idea of this?”
Big Macintosh suddenly went over to the barrel and picked up his cider again to down the rest of it in ten seconds flat. When he set it down he gasped loudly and Caramel went over to him. Braeburn rolled over and stood up, a little shaky but still trotting to the other side of the barrel. Caramel nervously put his hoof on Big Macintosh’s shoulder and cuddled closer to his boyfriend. Big Macintosh looked to him and let Caramel kiss his cheek lightly.
“A-Ah’m sorry, Ah let that joke go too far,” Braeburn tried to smile but it looked nervous. “Ah’m pretty tipsy, Ah should probably go in before Ah embarrass myself anymore.”
“W-Wait,” Big Macintosh said suddenly. Braeburn paused and so did Caramel. Big Mac looked to be pink in the face and he kept dodging his eyes from the two stallions. “If Ah say somethin’ really dumb like if we all like this we could try somethin… how drunk are ya?”
“Um…” Braeburn began, looking down at Big Macintosh’s empty mug. “Drunk enough ta know Ah want this but not drunk enough for ya’ll to feel like you’re takin’ advantage of me.”
“That’s the perfect amount,” Caramel mumbled.
Big Macintosh covered his face with his hoof again and began to breath in slowly and loudly. When he lowered his hoof his face was blank and composed, and Caramel realized with an opposite effect that his heart rate had actually sped up. Braeburn was squirming not happily but awkwardly now.
“We could maybe,” Big Macintosh began, still not looking to either of them. “Maybe kissin’ a bit. See where it goes?”
Caramel bit the inside of his cheek and put a hoof over his chest to feel his heart beating. Big Macintosh looked to him, and in his own way silently asked if it was alright. He put his hoof on Caramel’s own and kissed his right on his nose. After a few seconds Caramel nodded his head.
“Y-Yeah,” Caramel said. “That could be fun.”
“Well,” Braeburn smiled again, slowly moving from the other side of the barrel to Big Macintosh’s side. “Hoo-wee then. S-Should we maybe… kiss again?”
Big Macintosh pulled from Caramel and suddenly touched both of Braeburn’s shoulders. He slowly guided Braeburn to the floor of the barn where Braeburn was on his back again, giggling in excitement though clearly trying to muffle himself, especially when Big Macintosh got on top of him. His orange mane was drooping, and Caramel could just make out his eyes.
“Ah’m gonna kiss you now,” Big Macintosh stated.
Caramel watched as the two cousins suddenly locked lips. It was slow and hesitant at first, Big Macintosh pulling away after just a second, but when he kissed Braeburn again it seemed slower this time. There was tension in Big Macintosh’s face that loosened slightly the longer they kissed. Braeburn lifted his hooves and ran them down Big Macintosh’s thick, muscled neck and his broad shoulders. Suddenly Caramel could see Braeburn open his mouth slightly and Big Macintosh let his tongue in. The workhorse was no longer standing over Braeburn, but sinking down to lay on top of the other and somehow grow deeper into the kiss. Slowly they rolled on their side with Big Macintosh wrapping his hooves around Braeburn’s back. Caramel could see Braeburn’s spine arch backwards from pleasure and Big Macintosh drag up his hooves to around the back of Braeburn’s head. He heard a gasp of pleasure in a high pitched tone that was Braeburn’s own.
Caramel realized he was enjoying this. He had been staring at it so long not thinking it was strange to see his lover kiss another stallion but to be excited by it. Especially when Braeburn gasped or moaned or squirmed in Big Macintosh’s large, iron grip. Caramel sat down, realizing that his cock was growing between his legs. He squeezed his hind legs together and covered it with his hooves just when Big Macintosh and Braeburn broke their kiss, their noses pressed together while they breathed heavily. The two were entangled in each other’s embrace and Caramel could see Big Macintosh was actually smiling.
“G-Golly,” Braeburn mumbled.
“Eeyup,” Big Macintosh replied.
When Braeburn rolled over onto his back Caramel noticed with great relief that he wasn’t the only one who had begun to grow hard. Braeburn’s brown cock was half hard and laying on his belly partially. The stallion giggled nervously and used his hat to hide it, though Big Macintosh slowly removed it and shook his head. Braeburn’s blush was back now.
“Hey, Sugar Cube?” Big Macintosh asked.
“Yes?” Caramel asked.
“Could ya come over here and kiss my cousin fer me?”
“A-Alright!” Caramel said, a bit sheepish over just how excited he had sounded. He came over slowly, awkwardly still trying to hide his hardening cock despite the fact that Braeburn was on full display. Braeburn was smiling at him, though he seemed to keep giggling nervously over the fact that two stallions were now settling on either side of him. Braeburn turned slightly towards Caramel and placed a hoof on his belly.
“Y-Yer kinda chubby,” Braeburn said, his hoof squeezing over Caramel’s belly. “I-It’s nice, don’t get me wrong. Kinda cute, really.”
While Big Macintosh was overly muscled and Caramel was a bit plump all over, Braeburn was somewhere in between. Caramel had never had the chance to feel another stallion other than Big Macintosh intimately, and feeling Braeburn’s toned, muscled legs was strange when his hoof ran over Braeburn’s belly to feel it was softer and slightly jiggle if he pushed in. Braeburn giggled when he did so, and then suddenly kissed Caramel on the nose.
Braeburn seemed more eager to kiss this time and less hesitant. When Caramel allowed him to continue Braeburn’s upper half had already rolled onto him and was grabbing his sides to squeeze him. Caramel moaned quietly through the kiss. Braeburn’s lips were so much softer than Big Macintosh’s own, and his body was soft as well. His mane occasionally draped down over the side of Caramel’s face but it smelled strongly of cinnamon in a way that was enticing. Just when Braeburn tried to add tongue to their already lengthy kiss Caramel felt his hardening cock touch Braeburn’s flank.
“A-Ah!” Caramel cried out in surprise and broke the kiss.
“Don’t worry ‘bout it,” Braeburn was giggling. “Least yer cock ain’t grindin’ into the barn floor.”
Big Macintosh was on his hooves again, circling around to the other side of Caramel. He settled down on Caramel’s side, and in a flash Caramel noticed that his cock was also growing. He put his hoof directly on Caramel’s belly and squeezed it gently. Braeburn seemed to follow his cousin’s ways and touched Caramel’s belly on the other side to rub it slowly. Caramel squirmed, sandwiched on his back between the two.
“Caramel loves it when Ah touch his chest. Especially his cute lil’ chubby belly,” Big Macintosh giggled.
“Really?” Braeburn asked as though Caramel wasn’t here. Caramel even gasped slightly when his belly was squeezed and he was still for the moment ignored. “It don’t tickle him or nothing?”
“It does,” Big Macintosh grinned.
Caramel was already trying to bite his lip. The light strokes of both stallions up and down his chest and especially his belly, which jiggled slightly whenever Big Mac squeezed it and forced a gasp or squeak out of him, tickled greatly in a way that somehow made his cock harder. It was sensual and the multiple hooves made him a feel a bit lost of where his pleasure and light torment was coming from. Big Macintosh kissed his neck in such a way that Caramel gasped loudly, teeth grinding and lips squirming on his sensitive skin.
“He really is a cutie,” Braeburn said, making Caramel blush. “Ah can see why ya like him so much.”
Caramel recognized this behavior in Big Macintosh. It was the kind of dominating force that Big Macintosh had where he enjoyed to tease Caramel about what he liked slowly and methodically until it nearly drove Caramel insane. It was something that only showed when he was either very drunk or very horny. Right now it seemed to be a combination of both due to the fact that his cock was clearly showing now, as he had grown hardest the fastest.
Big Macintosh sat up slowly and spread his legs in the direction of the two to show his hardened cock. It was fully hard, or very close to it, because he took the shaft under his hoof and began to stroke it slowly.
“How bout ya two lick it?” Big Macintosh asked. “At once.”
“O-Okay,” Caramel said shyly, rolling over onto his belly. Braeburn responded in nothing more than blind giggling and bouncy excitement when he came over.
Big Macintosh let his cock go and let it fall, though Braeburn seemed quick to pick it up again. Soon both Caramel and Braeburn were squishing side by side trying to get their heads between big Macintosh’s crotch. The workhorse’s muscles flexed slightly when Braeburn took the head in his mouth, and it was the only indication of pleasure that he gave off due to being silent. Caramel had to crane his head downward and feel of of the cock over his nose before he could stich out his tongue to run it along the shaft.
“Ngn…” Big Macintosh made a sound.
Braeburn released the shaft from his mouth to breathe, and Caramel took it fast and popped the cock into his mouth. It was strange it already being wet, yet it still tasted the same. Big Macintosh was leaning back now, seeming to push out his cock more and more when his hips began to slowly buckle back and forth. His legs spread wider and that was when Braeburn dove his face directly into Big Macintosh’s balls, running his tongue right under then and onto the workhorse taint. He occasionally lifted his head to run his long tongue up the shaft to which Caramel soon joined him. Occasionally their tongues would touch as they tried to lick either side of Big Macintosh’s cock, which now dribbled pre slowly out of the head, and a few times even Braeburn would break the blow job just to kiss Caramel. It made Caramel feel warm and his heartbeat race.
When Big Macintosh pulled away it wasn’t for long, for it was only to roll over onto his belly and show off his wide, muscled rump to the two. He grabbed his tail and pulled it back to reveal it in full. The workhorse’s thick cheeks were covered in a speckling of freckles and he was pulling on one side to reveal his hole.
“G-Golly,” Braeburn stuttered. “Ya wanna be rimmed?”
“Can ya?” Big Macintosh asked. “The both of ya?”
“Do you even gotta ask?” Braeburn questioned. Caramel heard Big Macintosh giggle in response.
Braeburn seemed greedy once more, as though his lust for Big Macintosh was turning near animalistic. He moaned loudly even before Big Macintosh did when his tongue settled on the very outside of Big Macintosh’s hole. Caramel squirmed forward and pressed his face there too, both stallions pulling on either side of Mac’s flank.
It was strange having to almost fight another stallion to rim his boyfriend, but Caramel found it almost erotic in a sense to feel Braeburn’s tongue brush against his own while they licked and went for Big Macintosh’s sensitive hole. The red workhorse’s legs would occasionally tighten and release and sometimes shake from the pleasure. His cheeks clenched and then unclenched whenever Caramel and Braeburns’ tongues went perfectly in sync for a perfect lap up the sensitive area.
“Mhmm…” Big Macintosh whimpered in pleasure. “Ngnn… Sugar… B-Brae…” He moaned quietly. He was shifting his hips again, pushing back further and further in desperation for more stimulation on his rimmed hole.
Braeburn’s tongue moved more ravaged while Caramel’s moved slowly. The combination of the two must have begun to overload Mac’s system, for his moaning became more frequent and desperate to contain in the sound of muffling.
When Big Macintosh finally pulled away it was to roll onto his back where his cock was once again erect and pointing directly up. He was panting, as Caramel found himself to be. However Braeburn seemed to be squirming almost impatiently, his eyes locked onto Big Macintosh’s cock.
The steed sat up slowly and breathed in deeply. He moved to Braeburn first and rolled the stallion over before putting his hoof on his chest. He got down on top of Braeburn again and kissed him before rising. He looked to Caramel and nodded his head for the stallion to draw closer.
“Brae, you’re gonna suck Caramel’s cock,” Big Macintosh said. “An yer gonna keep suckin while Ah rim ya nice and good, understand?”
“O-Okay,” Braeburn nodded. Big Macintosh then helped him over onto his belly and began brushing aside his thick tail to squeeze at his slightly chubby cheeks. He pushed and needed and spread them apart, all while Braeburn closed his eyes and bit his lip. Caramel drew closer and settled himself in front of Braeburn with his legs spread.
“O-Oh geeze,” Braeburn said just before he took the cock in his hoof and ran his tongue over the head.
Unlike Big Macintosh, Caramel was bad at holding in pleasure.
“A-Ah…” Caramel whimpered helplessly. He watched Big Macintosh on the other side of Braeburn lean down and get on his chest before shoving his face between the two cheeks he had pulled apart. Braeburn’s lips tightened around Caramel’s cock but luckily his jaw didn’t. He kept sucking, bobbing his head and occasionally lifting his head to gasp from pleasure only to lick up Caramel’s shaft. Caramel tried not to thrust his hips too much, but it was in his instincts.
Braeburn was squirming and all of his muscles seemed to be tightening and loosening. He would occasionally cry out in a moan muffled by Caramel’s cock stuffed into his mouth. Whenever he did need a break to gasp for air he buried his face against the base of Caramel’s cock and sucked and licked needily.
“G-Gah…” Caramel had to lean back and let his cock stick straight in the air, which Braeburn squirmed slightly to grab and continue to suck on. Caramel’s chest was heaving from pleasure.
“What do ya like, Brae?” Big Macintosh asked. When Caramel looked up the stallion was nearly sitting on top of Braeburn with his hooves massaging either side and his long, hard cock dangling just above his back. He was pushing down in a way that made Braeburn squirm his lower legs.
“Ah guess just normal stuff,” Braeburn said in what might have been his first shy statement of the night. “Ah like rope sometimes. Just big guys like ya in general… A-Ah think about ya sometimes, Mac.”
That must have been the cider talking, for Braeburn was giggling again.
“Ya like it when Ah touch ya here?” Big Macintosh asked, running his hoof down Braeburn’s rump past his hole and under his body. Braeburn squirmed slightly but remained on his belly, nodding his head. “What do ya think about?”
“Y-You working,” Braeburn nearly whimpered when he was turned over, Big Macintosh pumping his cock. “Gettin’ all sweaty. Ya get tired an’ fall asleep but ya have a dream where you’re real hard. M-Maybe suck ya off and wake ya up like that.”
“Mmm,” Big Macintosh made a sound while leaning down to give Braeburn’s cock a long, tantalizing lick from his balls to the very top of his cockhead.
“A-Ah geeze!” Braeburn cried out. He tried to grip the sides of the barn floor but did nothing but dishevel the hay.
Caramel leaned down and pressed his lips to Braeburn’s neck. Braeburn cried out again and tried to squirm but found that either stallion was pinning one side of his body now. Caramel took his tongue and licked up up Braeburn’s neck. When he buried his muzzle and felt Braeburn’s neck tighten he realized that he smelled a lot like Big Macintosh minus the usual that came from working on the fields all day long, like apples mixed with cinnamon.
“Ngnn…” Braeburn whimpered when Big Macintosh ran his tongue down Braeburn’s belly while his hoof kept pumping at his cock. Braeburn whined and tried to squirm but never once denied the pleasure. Eventually Big Macintosh crawled up enough to where he had to stop pumping the cock and simply joined Caramel in nibbling on Braeburn’s chest and neck.
“Ah…” Braeburn whined. “P-Please... Mac, Cara…”
“Ya wanna cum?” Big Macintosh asked in an almost mocking kind of tone. He was in the zone with teasing before he kissed Braeburn right on his muzzle. “Ya wanna cum by yer big, muscled cousin?”
“Yes,” Braeburn whined. “P-Please.”
Big Macintosh smiled and nodded for Caramel to come with him. Caramel obeyed and let Mac settle him down to where his legs were spread and his cock was extended upwards. He smiled at Caramel and even winked when he touched Caramel’s cock and gave it a few pumps. He pushed Caramel’s hind legs against Braeburn’s hind legs. Their cocks were close now, basically together, with their balls touching. Caramel laid back when Big Macintosh got up and between the two. He grabbed both cock in either hoof and rubbed up and down. Caramel was the first to whimper, but Braeburn was certainly louder.
Big Macintosh let his tongue graze up Caramel’s cock and then down Braeburn’s own. He would suckle greedily on Caramel’s head and then alternate to Braeburn’s. Braeburn cried out and arched his back while Caramel simply squirmed. When Big Macintosh pushed their cocks together he ran his tongue up the edges of both of them and then over the head together.
Caramel felt his cock burn in a way that was so pleasurable it almost felt like a drug. He whined and squirmed but so desperately with each passing second wanted the release in his cock. He looked up to see pre coming out of Braeburn’s cock but none out of his own.
“M-Mac!” Braeburn cried out.
Suddenly Mac stopped stroking the both of them and instead drew down to Braeburn and whispered something in his ear. Braeburn nodded slowly and got up; Caramel was just about to follow until Braeburn actually got on top of Caramel and pinned him down with his weight. Before Caramel could ask what was going on he felt Braeburn kiss him. Their tongues connected and Caramel gasped. He felt Mac’s hoof squirm between the space in their lower bodies to rub up and down their cock.
“Ah wanna cum on ya,” Braeburn said to Caramel in a whisper when they split. “Do you wanna cum too?”
“Y-Yeah,” Caramel nodded.
Braeburn sat up just far enough back where Caramel’s balls and cock were under Braeburn’s own. Mac drew closer with his own cock near Caramel’s face, and without thinking too much Caramel grabbed it to start sucking. Mac leaned back and grunted quietly, stroking at the base to speed up the process.
Braeburn was jacking off both his and Caramel’s cock at once. Caramel began thrusting his hips and Braeburn followed suit. In a strange way their balls and cock slapped together on occasion, but Caramel was too focused on the taste of Big Macintosh’s cock.
“Ngnn...” Big Macintosh grunted.
“W-Woah nelly,” Braeburn said, slowing down the stroking of his own cock. “Y-Ya closer partner? Dunno if I can hold it in much longer?”
“Y-Yeah,” Caramel nodded, momentarily letting go of Mac’s cock to speak. His cock was burning with pleasure, and the sweet thought of release. He then licked up the side of Mac’s shaft and Mac grunted again.
Braeburn began pumping Caramel’s cock faster and Big Macintosh seemed to do the same.
“A-Ah…” Braeburn cried out. He slowed down the stroking of his cock as though to draw out the pleasure. Big Macintosh suddenly pulled his cock away from Caramel’s mouth and went down to Braeburn, who released his cock to suddenly let Big Mac take it in his mouth all at once.
Braeburn’s body seemed to almost vibrate when he came. He didn’t just moan, but nearly shouted while he came. He almost fell off of Caramel it seemed to intense. When Mac released the cock it only took a second before he went down to Caramel’s own and began doing the same. Braeburn’s own cock had a few more drips of cum and fell onto Caramel’s own.
The heat and pleasure both rose fast from Mac’s touch and Caramel felt his muscles tighten. Before the workhorse even had the chance to so much as give Caramel’s cock a lick Caramel felt the orgasm overtake him. He muffled his moan just when cum shot up his chest and over his belly. He hadn’t even fully finished with his orgasm when Big Mac leaned down to lick at it, on his side and stroking his own cock already.
Braeburn slipped off of Caramel and went down to Big Macintosh’s side and pushed the steed onto his back to sit between his legs and take his cock. Caramel was still panting and recovering from his own orgasm but soon followed suit. He went to Mac’s other side and mirrored Braeburn in running his tongue up Big Macintosh’s cock.
“You like it, Mac?” Braeburn asked.
“E-Eeyup!” Mac shouted just as Caramel suckled on the head of his cock. He seemed close, very much so. Braeburn was still suckling greedily despite the fact he had already cum, burying his muzzle against the shaft while Caramel took care of the head.
“Ngn…” Mac made a noise, and then his muscles tightened. Caramel took his lips off the head to lick up the shaft just before a steady stream of cum shot straight into the air. Mac lifted his front legs to cover his face and cry out, each of the four streams of seed drawing another near violent shudder out of his body.
“Well I’ll be. You can shoot farther than I can that’s for sure,” Braeburn laughed.
“Eeyup…” Big Macintosh mumbled quietly. It was clear exhaustion was beginning to settle in from the sheer intensity of it all.
“T-That was kinda fun,” Caramel admitted before he crawled up to Mac’s side and settled there, laying down before kissing Mac’s neck. He noticed Braeburn mirroring him again, settling down on the other side of Big Macintosh before cuddling up the same, if a bit more squirmy and happy over tired like Caramel felt.
“Oh we should do that again!” Braeburn said excitedly. “Later, Ah mean. We could probably get away with it next time ya’ll come up to Appleloosa.”
“Y-You guys really wanna do that again?” Caramel asked, hoping that he didn’t sound too eager.
Big Macintosh chuckled and closed his eyes, leaning back as best he could to relax.
“Maybe,” Big Macintosh said.
