Involuntary Voyeur

Gallus was lounging in bed, reading, trying to figure out why he would ever want to know the difference between an apple and pear tree, when there was a knock at his door.

“Yeah?” he said, thankful for the distraction.

“It’s Sandbar,” a voice said from outside.

Gallus huffed. “Did you forget your key?”

“Uh, no, I just wanted to be sure you weren’t indisposed any more.”

Gallus laughed. “No, I’m decent, come on in.”

The lock clicked back and the door opened. The pale green pony smiled at the griffon, and Gallus felt his heart skip. Sweet, shiny silver, what was wrong with him for getting all emotional at a smile? He smiled back, without thinking, without making an effort to be friendly. “Classes over already?”

“Yeah,” the earth pony replied. “We were all going to grab some dinner, and I thought I’d see if you wanted to join.”

The griffon’s stomach rumbled, on cue. “I could eat.”

The dinner was pleasant. Sandbar sat next to Gallus and managed, mostly, to keep himself from thinking about having heard the griffon jerking off. Yona told several jokes (some of which were even funny), and Smolder challenged the group to a speed-eating contest, which Silversteam won, much to the dragon’s frustration. It was as if the hippogriff had simply inhaled the bon-bons.

The evening turned quickly into night, and the group said their farewells. Sandbar felt an uncomfortable lump settle in his stomach, which was wholly unrelated to the plateful of bon-bons he had consumed earlier. He walked back to his room beside Gallus, who floated along, lazily flapping his wings. They traveled in silence, and Sandbar couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He still wasn’t sure if he wanted to, either.

They reached their dorm, and Sandbar opened the door.

“That was fun,” Gallus said.

“Yeah,” Sandbar replied. “Glad you were able to come.”

OH LIGHT why did you phrase it that way?

“Yeah,” the griffon replied with a smile, “thanks for inviting me.”

“Of course,” Sandbar said. He found himself looking into the griffon’s blue eyes. Time seemed to slow, as neither pony nor griffon moved or said a word.

Sandbar shook himself from his reverie. “Well. Um. Goodnight, Gallus.”

The griffon blinked and shook his head. “Night, Sandbar.”

Sandbar climbed into his bed. He closed his eyes. He was usually an easy sleeper. A few minutes in the dark and he was out. Tonight, though, his mind wouldn’t quiet. He listened to Gallus get into his bed, and shift around underneath his blanket for a moment. Then all was quiet except for the slow, steady sound of Gallus’ breath as he lay in bed. Sandbar felt himself getting hard, just thinking about what had happened the last time he had been in bed.

Keep it together.

The last thing he wanted was to have to clean his sheets again tomorrow.

Minutes passed, and he was still awake.

He heard a cough from the other bed. Sandbar rolled over, pressing his belly into the bed, forcing his member to stay in his sheath.

“Hey, Sandbar,” Gallus whispered, “you still awake?”

“Yeah,” he replied, also in a whisper. “Can’t sleep.”

“Me either,” the griffon replied. In the silence of the room, Sandbar could hear hoofsteps from somewhere down the hall.

“Hey,” Gallus said suddenly. “You didn’t happen to, uh, wake up in the night last night did you?”

Sandbar’s chest clenched. His stomach roiled. “Uhm.” He replied. “I-I mean, maybe?”

“Because, you know, I was awake, too. And,” he cleared his throat, “sorry if I woke you up.”

Sandbar shivered. “Oh.” He said, simply, not trusting himself to collapse in a puddle if he kept speaking.

The silence hung for a moment before the griffon spoke up again. “It’s just something that helps me fall back asleep.” The room was quiet, even the distant hoofsteps had fallen quiet.

Sandbar started to feel bad. He wasn’t trying to make his roommate uncomfortable by staying quiet. He just didn’t know what to say. The silence stretched again.

“So, no hard feelings?” Gallus asked.

Sandbar finally spoke up. “It’s fine. I didn’t mind.”

I didn’t mind?
I DIDN’T MIND?

Sandbar couldn’t even think. He was just screaming, internally. What a stupid, dumb, awful thing to say. Of course he had minded. He had been embarrassed half to death, even if he had also been aroused. He had to say something to make it clearer.

“Just not something you hear every night.”

Gallus laughed, no longer whispering. “It is in Griffonstone, let me tell you.”

Sandbar blanched in shock. “What? Do you griffons just beat off all night?” As soon as he said it, Sandbar regretted the thought, since now he was thinking about it.

Don’t think about a bunch of griffons sitting around jerking themselves off.

Gallus chuckled. “Not exactly, but, well, most griffons aren’t that big into politeness, and that includes caring if anyone hears them enjoying themselves.”

Bunch of griffons jerking themselves off.

Sandbar was getting hard.

Jerking off. Like Gallus had been.

“Oh wow,” Sandbar said allowed. He nearly choked on his tongue swallowing the ‘that’s hot’ that tried to follow it. He reached a hoof down to adjust his cock, sliding it out from under his body, where it had been painfully trapped.

You are not going to jerk off thinking about your friend again tonight.

“Anyway, sorry for bugging you about it. I’m gonna try to get some sleep now.”

“Yeah, totally,” the earth pony agreed. He let out a deep sigh, trying to relax. Most of his body complied. His cock refused, and so did his mind.

Griffons jerking themselves off.

Shut up shut up.

Griffons moaning and shooting their loads.

Sweet glorious Celestia shut up.

Sandbar recalled Gallus grunting.

‘Whoa, what a mess.’

Sandbar’s cock twitched. He started doing multiplication. Four and Four was Sixteen, times four was 64, times 4 was 256 , times 4 was 1,024, times four was…

4,000, and 4 times 24 is… carry the 1…

It worked, slowly. He felt his erection fade and his shaft slowly move back down towards his sheath. By the time he reached sixteen-thousand-something he was fully retracted. He wasn’t any closer to sleep, though.

Sandbar had worked out that the next number was 64,000-and-a-bunch when he finally started feeling the familiar fuzzy feeling of sleep.

“Psst. Sandbar. You still awake?”

The earth pony grunted noncommittally.

“You mind if I jerk off?”

Sandbar was instantly wide awake. His heart was beating furiously. If it was okay for griffons… “N-no. Not at all.” So much for getting rid of his boner.

“Thanks, buddy,” Gallus said warmly. Sandbar heard Gallus’ blanket rustle and then the griffon hopped out of bed. “Let me just grab a towel real quick.”

“Could-” Sandbar’s words caught in his throat. He forced the lump down. “Could you grab me one, too? J-just in case I need it later?”

“Sure,” Gallus purred. Sandbar watched the griffon’s shadow move towards the small, shared dresser that stood on the far wall. He opened a drawer, and turned towards the pony. “Claws up,” he said, and a moment later a hoof towel landed on Sandbar’s back. He rolled onto his side, letting his cock slide out from under his barrel. The shadow of Gallus flitted up from the dresser and flew over towards his bed. Sandbar grabbed the towel and stuffed it underneath his pillow.

The griffon wasted no time in getting started. Sandbar heard Gallus sigh and then heard a slow, steady sound, of what was surely claws on cock. Sandbar touched the head of his own shaft nervously. Gallus moaned softly, and the sound increased slightly in pace.

Burn it all, thought Sandbar, and threw back his sheets, letting his cock free. He rolled onto his back and put his front hooves at the base of his shaft. He teased them upward, slowly, and shuddered at the tingling warmth that blossomed in his groin.

Gallus moaned again, louder this time, and Sandbar grunted in sympathy, his cock twitching in delight. He twirled the end of one hoof around the head.

Gallus took several sharp breaths. “Whoa,” he said aloud. “Are you doing it too?”

Sandbar, finding himself too far into the act to pretend otherwise, admitted it. “Yeah.”

“Shit, that’s hot,” the griffon said, breathily. “Can I see?”

Sandbar’s cock throbbed in excitement, even as his rational mind recoiled in horror. “Yeah, sure.”

The pony listened as Gallus’ claw scrabbled at the wall until it found the light switch. Sandbar squeezed his eyes shut as the blindingly bright light filled the room. He blinked back tears and looked anxiously in the direction of the other bed. He quickly found his blue-furred friend and stared down to the end of his torso. And there was the griffon’s dick. It was smaller than Sandbar had expected, but thick, especially at the base, where a there was large piece of firm flesh.

“Whoa. What is thaaaaat?!”

“I was going to ask the same thing.” Gallus replied. Sandbar looked back at his own member. Nothing unusual about it, as far as he was concerned. “Your knot’s like, way up at the top?”

“What, my flare?” Sandbar responded. Sweet sunlight, he hadn’t realized that he was flared. That hadn’t taken long at all. As he watched, a long bead of precum drooled out and crept down the top of his shaft. “I dunno, it’s just a pony thing, I guess? What’s with yours?”

“It’s a knot. All griffons have one. Wanna see?”

No! No you do not want to see.

“Heck yeah.”

The blue griffon flapped his wings and floated out of bed. He landed a second later, his front arms braced on Sandbar’s bed. Sandbar had a clear, unobstructed view of the swollen organ. The knot was nearly twice as thick as any other part. And it looked incredibly hard. Harder even than Sandbar’s medial ring when he got close to cumming. “Is it sensitive?” the pony asked. If it was like his flare or his ring, it was probably one of the most important parts of the experience for the griffon.

“Yeah and no,” his friend replied. “It’s actually not really exciting, but when I get real close, any sort of pressure at all down there and I bust my nut.”

“Cool,” Sandbar said. He started stroking his own cock, never taking his eyes off the knotted shaft that hung less than a span from his face.

“Aw, dude, you’re huge,” Gallus said in an admiring tone. “Gilda sure as Tartarus wasn’t kidding about you ponies.”

Sandbar felt like he should be blushing at the attention, but he didn’t even feel flattered, just excited. “Thanks. I haven’t measured in a few years. I think I have a ruler around here.”

“Forget that,” the griffon said. With a flap of his wings, he was away from the edge of the bed, to Sandbar’s disappointment. Then, though, Gallus landed at the foot of the bed and leaned his torso forward. Sandbar moaned, feeling his friend’s hard shaft push into his own.

STOP! STOP! No Sex with a male griffon!

Not with your friend!

But the thought of having sex with his friend just made him harder. His cock lurched forward, splattering his chest with clear, sticky fluid.

“You good with this?” his friend asked.

Sandbar nodded, dumbly. He was so good that he was going to cum right then if he wasn’t careful.

Gallus took a claw and pulled the pony’s cock back up to meet his own, until they were angled directly between the prone pony and the kneeling griffon. Gallus’ cock came not-quite two-thirds of the way up Sandbar’s shaft, but the griffon’s knot stuck out noticeably past either side of Sandbar’s shaft. Once the shafts were pressed together, Gallus gathered both shafts in his claws and started a pumping motion.

Oh moon and sun and stars and trees and EVERYTHING. That-

“Feels Amazing,” Sandbar said in ecstasy.

“Ohh, yeah,” his friend agreed.

Sandbar was leaking, his head flared fully. He knew he didn’t have long, but fought the rising pleasure in his loins. He wanted to enjoy this a little longer. The tapered tip of the griffon’s cock was soaked with precum and every upward stroke left a streak of wetness on the underside of Sandbar’s shaft.

Sandbar tried to control his breathing, but he was gasping desperately, trying to keep afloat as his body tingled and danced with excitement. He watched Gallus’ knot twitch and stretch, growing, if possible, a little bit bigger. He felt an intense urge to touch it.

Sandbar shifted a hoof under Gallus’ arms, as they worked on the shaft. He placed the edge of one hoof at the very base of the knot and slowly stroked upward. He was rewarded with a deep groan. “Ohh, Sandbar,” his friend groaned. The griffon’s claws sped up, and Sandbar nearly fainted as the already intense feeling in his loins intensified.

Going to cum, going to cum!

His friend got there first. The griffon bucked his hips forward and Sandbar felt his knot throb and spasm at the base of his shaft. Semen flew out of the tapered tip and splattered Sandbar on the nose. Sandbar flinched, but that just meant the next shot hit him beside the ear. The griffon was steadily pumping away with his claws and Sandbar watched in excitement as the next burst landed up on his chest. He felt his flare solidify, the blood rushing instantly to fill the head and medial ring, making them even more rigid. Sandbar groaned loud and low as he felt his balls become ready to empty. Gallus’ next burst landed on the tip of Sandbar’s flare. Sandbar went over the edge. He screwed his eyes shut, feeling the rush of the eruption start near his tail and rush forward to the very spot where Gallus had just marked. He felt something hit his shoulder and then his muzzle. He came, again and again, feeling his aching loins squeeze everything out of his body.

“WHOA, dude!” he heard Gallus shout, just as the pony’s orgasm was fading. Sandbar opened his eyes to see a long strand of white goo hanging from Gallus’ beak. The griffon licked a long tongue around the beak, taking in the hanging strand and swallowed it. Sandbar’s member twitched, and if he hadn’t just emptied himself, he was sure he would have cum again. As it was, his cock shrunk down, slipping out of the griffon’s messy claws. The griffon, despite having just cum, was still rock hard.

“Do- whew,” Gallus panted, “do you want me to clean you up?”

Sandbar, at least for the moment, was way too far past modesty to care about it. “Sure.”

The earth pony expected his friend to reach for the towel, just past his arm, but instead, the griffon leaned over and licked the largest puddle of semen directly off Sandbar’s chest. Sandbar just gaped as his best friend swallowed the load with a smile.

I’m going to jerk off to that forever.