Involuntary Voyeur

Sandbar shut and locked the dorm room door. He felt himself blushing furiously, suddenly very nervous to be alone with Gallus. He turned towards his friend and smiled, shyly. His boyfriend, he reminded himself. “So, uh, now that we’re alone…” The griffon tossed his book bag beneath his bed and walked back over to stand in front of the earth pony. “What do you want to do?”

The griffon gave him a roguish grin. “I thought we’d start with this.” He leaned forward and rubbed the side of his beak and face against Sandbar’s face. Sandbar’s heart raced. Gallus pulled the pony towards his bed. Sandbar let himself be led, and stepped up onto the bed, setting his flank down near the foot of the bed. Gallus’s claws squeezed Sandbar’s shoulders and then slowly moved their way down, applying firm pressure to his chest and barrel. Sandbar felt his staff slide from its sheath, as the griffon continued to move lower. One claw slowly scooped up Sandbar’s balls and rolled them around. Sandbar was hard in an instant. He heard himself whinny in excitement. He looked down and watched the tip of Gallus’ tapered penis emerge from the blue fur of his sheath. Gallus’ other claw wrapped around Sandbar’s shaft and slowly stroked upwards. Sandbar gasped as the claws bumped over his medial ring, sending an electric thrill through his groin. When the griffon reached the tip, he squeezed gently. Instead of sending the claw back down, though, he took the claw away and pushed gently at the pony’s chest.

“Lay down. I want to try something.”

Sandbar’s heart was beating hard against his chest as he lay back on the griffon’s bed. His cock stood as a monolith above him, swaying gently in the air. A scent distracted his gaze and he closed his eyes, focusing on the smell of the blanket on which he lay. It had the most amazing blend of dark musk and bright, floral scents. It smelled like Gallus, he realized. The thought made him smile warmly. The blanket was rough, but warm. And suddenly something wet and warm was pushing against the tip of the earth pony’s penis.

“Holy sunlight!” Sandbar swore, opening his eyes. Gallus was kneeling, directly in front of him, his beak was open wide and had several inches of Sandbar’s dark member shoved down it. The warmth and tightness around his head was unlike anything he had ever felt. It was like being inside a mare, but wetter. He moaned and watched Gallus slide down several more inches. He felt his cock twitch strongly, pulling itself up towards his chest. It popped itself out of the griffon’s mouth and slapped down wetly against Sandbar’s chest.

“Hmm,” the griffon said, considering. “Here, let me just move over here.” The griffon spun around, until he stood directly over the earth pony. Sandbar watched in keen interest at the way the knotted cock swayed just a few inches above his face. Gallus moved his head down and the wonderful, overwhelmingly bright sensation returned. Sandbar watched as the griffon moved downward, keeping his beak open wide while his long, pointed tongue snaked even further down Sandbar’s shaft, reaching nearly to his ring.

Sandbar felt himself surge again, blood engorging his cock, the muscles again pulling the shaft towards his body. This time, though, instead of pulling out of the griffon’s mouth, the movement pushed his cock further down the griffon’s throat. Gallus moaned, sending a rumbling feeling down Sandbar’s flesh.

Oh Daylight, this is incredible.

Gallus’ moans continued as he pulled his tongue upward and swirled it around the top of Sandbar’s shaft.

Sandbar’s attention was pulled away from his own shaft when he saw a small bead of wetness emerge from the griffon’s pointed cock.

I wonder what it tastes like.

Sandbar was taken aback by the thought. Sure, he had let Gallus jerk him off, but Sandbar didn’t really have any interest in giving anypony a blowjob. The bead swelled and became a small line, dangling down off the tip. It swayed with the griffon’s movement, swinging forward and back as Gallus’ head moved slowly up and down on the pony’s shaft.

Stop looking. Stop thinking about it. Just enjoy the ride.

Gallus leaned forward and Sandbar gasped as the griffon swallowed him down past his ring. Sandbar felt the head of his shaft pushed up against a firm surface, what he realized must be the back of the griffon’s mouth. His friend’s throat convulsed, and for a moment Sandbar feared he might be choking him, but then he felt the griffon’s mouth slide down quickly. He watched Gallus’ beak brush down nearly to his pouch. Sandbar was awash in excitement. If Gallus’ mouth had been tight, his throat was like a vise, almost painfully tight. He felt his balls pulling up and he held his breath, afraid of spilling over the edge so quickly. As quickly as the pressure came, it was relieved when Gallus pulled back, lifting his head completely free from the pony’s shaft. The griffon gasped and coughed and shook his head in disbelief.

Gallus twisted his head downward at an angle to look Sandbar in the eyes. “That’s a challenge. You feeling good down there?” Sandbar nodded mutely, biting his lip. The griffon returned to his ministrations, and Sandbar returned to watching the glob of precum swing above his face.

After another few moments of ecstasy, Sandbar watched the long strand of precum finally drop free and land on his chest, just below his muzzle.

It’d be the generous thing to do.

He was not letting this turn into a school lesson.

Kind, too, after all he’s done for you.

Sandbar watched as another drop appeared.

The griffon had eased his way back down to the pony’s medial ring. Sandbar felt himself surge again, and knew his flare was starting to form.

Ya’ll can’t be honest with others, he remembered Professor Applejack saying, lest ya’ll are honest with yourselves.

Sandbar stuck out his tongue.

He let it brush, ever so gently along the ridged underside of the griffon’s cock. He lapped at the wet tip and swallowed.

Salty, sweet. Delicious.

Gallus let out of surprised yelp, muffled by all the flesh in his mouth. Sandbar shifted a hoof up and guided the stiff cock downward to his mouth. The smooth, salty taste of precum flowed over his tongue in an instant.

Holy Sunshine, he never thought it would be this good. He felt the stiffness of Gallus’ tip in his mouth and opened wide, letting the whole shaft into his long muzzle. He closed his lips gently around Gallus’ knot. He tried to keep his teeth away from the sensitive flesh, but knew he was rubbing some of them along the large, swollen area.

Sandbar panted through his nose, feeling his orgasm building. He sucked desperately at Gallus’ member, feeling it pulse in his mouth. It throbbed, insistently, begging for more. Precum washed down the back of Sandbar’s tongue in waves, the taste almost lost but the feeling pushing him ever closer to the edge.

He sucked on the flesh in his mouth, feeling it leak and twitch and thrust as the griffon pushed into his face. The rich, musky smell of griffon caused him to buck his hips, thrusting himself farther into the moaning, tight mouth of his friend.

Boyfriend.

Boyfriend with his cock down your throat.

Sandbar heard Gallus’ moan change tone, climbing in pitch and the griffon shoved his hips downward, pushing his cock hard into Sandbar’s tongue and into the back of his throat.

And Gallus came.

The hot, sticky feeling flooded the back of Sanbar’s throat and he swallowed instinctively to avoid choking. The smell hit him next. Warm, musky, rich, almost like the blankets but a million times more intensely masculine.

The next wave hit and Sandbar swallowed more, feeling the warmth spread down his gullet. More cum splashed out and filled the pony’s mouth faster than he could swallow. It was bitter and awful and slimy and warm and sweet.

And Delicious.

Sandbar came, without warning. His loins tightened painfully then released. Sandbar gulped down bittersweet griffon semen as he felt himself erupt. A clenching and slurping sound told him Gallus was doing the same thing. He flooded the griffon’s beak, and he moaned around the immense knot in his mouth. He felt a sharp withdrawal, the warmth of the griffon’s mouth gone and replaced with a sudden tight grip of a clawed hand. Sandbar’s wet tip was suddenly exposed to the air, but the loss of sensation was hardly noticed as he emptied himself, screwing his eyes closed as he felt his cock twitch and pulse several more times.

As his orgasm faded, he felt some dim, distant sense of horror what he had just done. He pulled back, and the griffon’s knot emerged, soaking wet and streaked with unswallowed cum. The horror faded into pure, lustful appreciation of his boyfriend’s cum-soaked penis. Sandbar felt his cock twitch again. He looked past the shaft in front of his face and saw a wet mess covering his entire groin. Several long lines of cum draped his shaft and a large pool had collected above his sheath. Gallus wiped a large line of cum from his beak with the claw not supporting the rapidly shrinking pony shaft.

Gallus pulled his lower half upward, drawing the rest of his hard shaft free and spun around to face Sandbar.

“That,” Sandbar said haltingly “was incredible.” The griffon leaned forward, putting his beak directly in front Sandbar’s muzzle. He turned his head to the side, opened his beak and kissed the pony.

Sandbar moaned, tasting the wet mess that remained in the griffon’s mouth, feeling the griffon’s long tongue explore his own. He swallowed the rich, disgusting nectar of their combined cum as he pulled away. He almost gagged, but held back, trying not to ruin the moment. Instead, he wrapped Gallus in an enormous hug, sliding his hooves around under his boyfriend’s wings and pulled him tight.

“It really was.” He smiled. “I totally want to try that again tomorrow night.”

“There’s always the morning,” Gallus said mischievously.