Involuntary Voyeur

Sandbar lay on his back in bed, his fully-erect shaft laying on his chest. Gallus had elected to do some extra credit physical education for Professor Rainbow Dash, so Sandbar had the room to himself. Which meant he had his thoughts to himself.

Sweet and salty and sort of slimy, but in a good way.

He whinnied, feeling his shaft twitch at the memory. He still couldn’t believe he had sucked Gallus off.

Cum pumped down your muzzle, running out of the sides of your mouth.

Holy sunlight that had been fun.

Griffon beak around your ring, gulping down your shaft.

Sandbar began stroking his shaft. He thought about watching Gallus’s tongue ring around his cock.

The taste.

Sandbar grunted, feeling his balls pull up towards his groin.

His head flared and his rubbed the tip with one hoof.

Feel the knot in your muzzle.

And he could do it again. As soon as Gallus got back to their room.

He felt the muscles in his rear clench, and he moaned in anticipation.

Cum splattered his stomach, landing in a big pool that slid quickly off his barrel and onto his sheets. The next shot went straight up and landed on his shaft as it fell, looking almost like a large, white vein. Several more small pulses coated his stroking hoof and splashed down onto his groin.

Something shifted at the edge of his vision, and he whipped his head around to see the door opening. Gallus! Had he not locked the door? Or had he missed the sound while he was in the throes of his orgasm? He made a move to cover himself with his hooves, but the griffon had already seen, and the mess that stretched flare to stomach was too large to hide. Gallus kicked the door shut with a back leg and smiled widely, his eyes staring hungrily at the mess on Sandbar’s shrinking shaft.

“Looks like you’ve been having fun.”

Sandbar blushed and reached down to grab the towel he had stuffed under his mattress. “I thought you were going to be gone for a while.”

Gallus shrugged. “Turns out Stormy’s sick, and it’s hard to run a buckball match without another flyer.” His eyes never left Gallus’ form as the pony began wiping up his mess. “Still, I did a few good laps around the gym. Set a new personal record.”

“Nice,” Sandbar replied casually. He flipped the towel in half, trapping most of the goo, and dabbed the dry side around his sheath.

“So, uh, I’m gonna hit the shower.” Gallus paused and finally looked Sandbar in the eyes. “Looks like you might need one too. Want to join me?”

Sandbar’s pulse raced as he realized what the griffon was implying. The stalls were fairly private, but a quick peek from anypony walking by would make it obvious there were twice as many legs in the shower. He laughed nervously.

Gallus laughed. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

Sandbar tossed the filthy towel over into the dirty towel hamper. “I don’t know,” he replied.

“I’ll make it worth your time.”

It’s insane.

His excited side won, as it often had in the last few days. He flipped over and landed on his hooves out of the bed. The roommates walked out into the hall and into the communal bathroom. None of the three large stalls at the back of the tiled room were in use, nor was anypony using the other facilities. Sandbar breathed a sigh in relief. Gallus nodded to the left-most stall as he grabbed a clawful of towels from the clean stack by the entrance.

Sandbar’s pulse was racing as he walked into the shower. The stall walls extended up well past his head and down to just nearly to the ground. It was a private area, by design, but Sandbar still felt strangely exposed as Gallus stepped in and pulled the shower curtain shut behind himself. The griffon hung the towels on the small, metal hook beside the curtain and stepped forward, nuzzling the earth pony’s side.

Sandbar sighed happily as he felt the warm pressure of the griffon’s body pushing against his own. There was a dark, musky note layered over the usual scent he had come to associate with Gallus. He noticed that the stall, which seemed so large when he was alone, was just barely large enough for the two of them to stand side-by-side without brushing their coats against the walls. Gallus reached a claw out and turned on the water. Sandbar jumped as the cold water poured onto his flank, but after a moment it reached bearable temperature. Gallus shifted his claw on the nob, and the water heated gradually, stabilizing at a level just short of too hot. Gallus stepped back and motioned to Sandbar to go ahead. Sandbar stepped fully under the shower head, the water pouring over his head and neck before he moved, letting it wash over his back and tail. He caught a glimpse of the griffon eyeing him hungrily and Sandbar smiled, flicking his wet tail towards his boyfriend to tease him. Gallus grinned and his tail whipped through the air, slapping the side of the stall. Sandbar stepped back, letting the griffon step into the water. He watched the water stream down and bounce quickly off the griffon’s feathery head and wings. The lower half of his body soaked in the moisture, though, and hung down in long, wet lines of fur.

“Grab that wing cleaner, will you?” Gallus asked, pointing with a wet claw towards the small bottle he had left on the shower bench. Sandbar picked it up carefully with one hoof and glanced at an illustration printed on its cover—a silhouette of a large griffon, his wings spread wide and even. “Do you mind helping? I have a tough time getting the spot right at the base of my wings.” Sandbar squeezed a gooey glob out of the bottle onto his hoof. Gallus turned his back on the pony and stretched his upper body upward, putting his arms on the stone wall. Sandbar thought it was an alluring sight—his body looked especially long and muscular in that position. He felt the first stirrings of arousal as he stepped forward and raised the hoof with the wing cleaner to the middle of his boyfriend’s back. The pony pushed gingerly at the base of Gallus’ wings, right along his spine. He slowly rotated the hoof, letting the soap build up suds. “Hm,” Gallus said roughly, “you’ve gotta be more firm that than. You’ve gotta get it really worked into the feathers.”

Sandbar complied, pressing a little harder with his hoof. He was rewarded with a groan of pleasure that sounded almost sexual. It reminded him all the other times he had heard Gallus groan. His shaft descended from his sheath. He began to work his hoof outward from the center, soaping up the feathers of the right wing. “Ahh,” Gallus sighed, “that feels so good.” Sandbar felt himself blush. Gallus’s tail lashed briefly side-to-side in pleasure, and for a moment Sandbar was treated with an uninterrupted view of the griffon’s backside. Sandbar fought to keep his attention on his boyfriend’s wings instead of his luscious orbs or tantalizing ass.

“Come on,” Gallus prodded, “put your weight into it. Use both hooves if you have to.”

Sandbar raised his other forehoof to put on the griffon’s back. His cock jumped instinctively at the motion of his body, and he realized it now dangled excitedly just behind the griffon’s rear.

Sweet Sunlight, I could just put it right in.

Gallus groaned, low and slow, the sound of his satisfaction rumbling through the pony’s hooves.

Sandbar realized was panting. His shaft ached with desire, bobbing mere inches away from its hopeful destination.

“Gallus, I-“ he started to say, then swallowed as the griffon swung his head back to look at him. Gallus’ eyes caught sight of the massive pole and widened, a smile playing over his avian features.

“You want it?”

Sandbar nodded, dumbly.

“Do it, pony boy.”

Sandbar moaned then, and felt himself surge, the blood rushing to his stiffening cock, causing it to slap up against his barrel. Gallus lashed his tail aside and Sandbar clenched his mouth in concentration. He leaned forward, probing with his firm staff until it found purchase in the soft pout of the griffon’s tail hole. He pushed, and it resisted. He applied a little more pressure and immediately felt his dick slipping off the griffon’s rear and pushing out to the side. He glared at his shaft, sticking out below his left hoof, and pulled back. Repositioning himself, he leaned forward again. Gallus blew out a deep breath. Sandbar pushed, feeling the tight pucker press against his tip. He pushed himself forward again, moving his flank down to a better thrusting position. Nothing moved, and his shaft throbbed from pushing against the griffon’s hard backside. Then suddenly, he slipped forward, and he cried out in surprise as he felt an enormous tightness surround the end of his member.

Gallus cried out, too.

“You okay?” Sandbar asked. His shaft throbbed, begging to be shoved into the tight space in front of it.

“Mm,” the griffon replied. “Fine,” he said through a tightly clenched beak. His eyes were pinched shut. “I’m not made of glass.”

“Good,” the pony breathed heavily. He tried to take it slowly, but the pressure pushing back against his shaft was enormous. After a few futile moments, he thrust his hips forward sternly.

“Aw!” Gallus squawked, “Fucking nope!” The griffon squirmed and flapped his wings frantically.

Sandbar was assaulted by feathers and lost his balance, falling back off the griffon. His hooves slipped on the wet floor and he landed hard on his flank.

Just then, a cheery voice piped up near the bathroom entrance. “And thiiis is the little colt’s room.” A tour. Sandbar froze in panic.

“Hey, Professor?” Gallus yelled out, one claw massaging his rump. “Occupied!”

“Oopsie loopsy!” Pinkie Pie said unapologetically. “Moving on, everypony!” The interruption vanished as quickly as it had come.

Despite being in pain, despite a worry that he’d maybe hurt his boyfriend, despite almost being walked in on, or maybe because of all those things, Sandbar found himself laughing. Gallus looked at him like he had grown a second head. “Of course Professor Pinkie would lead a whole tour group into the bathroom,” he chuckled. “At least I wasn’t mid-thrust.” The serious look on Gallus’ face soured the mood. “Sorry,” he apologized, “are you okay?”

Gallus pulled his wings back to his side and pulled his tail down to cover his offended rear. “Yeah, I feel great,” he replied sarcastically. His expression quickly softened. “Well, not great, really, but I’ll be okay” He sighed. “Stupid honesty lessons,” he muttered to himself. “Sorry for ruining it.”

Sandbar scoffed. “I’m the one that’s sorry. I was impatient and hurt you, dude.”

Gallus stepped forwards and nuzzled the side of the pony’s face. “Okay, it’s agreed. We both suck.” He paused, letting himself linger against the prone pony. “It’s a good thing, too, since that’s all we’ll be doing until I find a big ol’ bottle of lube somewhere.”

Sandbar smiled, despite the discomfort in his flank. “Come on, let’s get cleaned up. Then maybe I’ll show you just how much I suck.”