Rumble's Choices

“Let’s see, let’s see.” Rumble blushed as he folded the newspaper over in his forehooves. He glanced around to be sure nopony was around and then squinted at the tiny text near the back of the classified section.

S4S sub fem looking 4 u

“Gross,” he muttered under his breath. He definitely didn’t want to hook up with a colt, no matter how femme they claimed to be. It was bad enough all the crap he’d gotten about ponies saying he was gay before his voice dropped. Last thing he needed was to mess around with some princess of a stallion.

Str S needs hole to fill

Rumble’s eyes skimmed past those kind of ads—allegedly straight stallions who would fuck anything. There were a lot of those. He didn’t want to have sex with another stallion. That was gay.

MTS male-presenting w/ colt p*ssy

Rumble shook his head. If he wanted to fuck a mare’s pussy (and oh, he did, just not right at the moment), he’d just go hang out with his on-again-off-again marefriend. Or maybe one of her Crusader friends.

But he wasn’t in the mood for pussy. He continued skimming the paper, and almost gave up when he came across an entry that made him grin.

S4Ss – show & tell, no touching, no homo

That was his jam, right there. He shifted on the bench, focusing on not popping a boner in his excitement. The ad gave a time and a place—sundown, the alley behind Sugarcube Corner. Rumble crumpled the paper and tossed it into a nearby trash bin. He walked back home with a light step in his gait. He was really looking forward to the evening.

Rumble soared down toward the center of Ponyville, his wings tilting, banking his body this way, then that, until he landed just outside Sugarcube Corner. He blushed and tried to walk nonchalantly around the side of the building. It was still a few minutes until sundown, but there were already two stallions in the alley, which was lit with a single small lantern. Carrot Cake was lounged on his flank, his staff at half-mast. He nodded lazily at Rumble. The gray pegasus had seen the older stallion before in these sort of meet ups and he wasn’t surprised to find him organizing this one, right behind his place of business. The other stallion seemed vaguely familiar. Rumble thought maybe he was a student at Princess Twilight’s school. He had a dark turquoise coat, a hoofball cutie mark, and a messy straw-blonde mane. He also had a terrifically-thick stallionhood. The dark gray staff was swinging low between his hind legs. He looked up at Rumble with a look of surprise. Rumble nodded to Carrot Cake, and the other earth pony seemed to take that as a good sign, relaxing his posture.

The buildings on either side left no visibility to the main road, which made Rumble feel a little better. He wasn’t about to do this out in the open. He felt himself starting to get hard. He sat down on his flank and lazily drew one hoof up along his partly-hard shaft. He’d seen Carrot Cake’s staff before, so most of Rumble’s attention was focused on the newer earth pony. He nodded in appreciation. “Nice,” he said, gesturing to the thick, dark shaft. Carrot gave him a look. “No homo,” he appended.

“Thanks,” the stallion replied with warmth. “You guys do this often?”

Carrot Cake shrugged. “Every once in a while.”

Rumble fought against rolling his eyes. The older stallion had been a nearly-constant feature in these meetings since Rumble had started seeking them out, shortly after graduating from school. Movement at the corner of his eye caused Rumble to whip his head around to the entry of the alley. A brown earth pony nervously poked his head around the building. Seeing the three stallions in various states of arousal caused the pony to blush in embarrassment, but he continued forward. Rumble blinked.

“Button Mash?”

The earth pony paused, glancing at Rumble. Recognition caused his eyes to light up. “Rumble!” Button Mash smiled, “good to see you.”

Rumble grunted. His old classmate looked good. He remembered the earth pony as always a little pudgy and shy, but this young stallion was fit, and from the way his mottled shaft was already dropping from his sheath, was definitely not shy. “Dude,” he said aloud, “you’re looking really good.” He coughed. “No homo.”

Button Mash smiled and then sat down across from Rumble, making a small circle of the four ponies. “Thanks, bro, you’re looking good too.”

Carrot Cake cleared his throat. “If you guys are done being gay, you want to get started?” Without waiting for a reply, the older stallion began stroking his shaft in earnest.

Rumble’s attention was fixated on Button Mash. The earth pony’s staff was probably about the same size as his own. Larger than average, but not huge. Not like Carrot. He glanced for a moment at the mammoth staff standing at attention at the ginger-maned pony’s loins. The older stallion was grunting and stroking, his eyes darting quickly around the circle to the younger stallion’s erections. Rumble glanced for a moment at the hoofball player, whose gaze was locked on the baker’s staff. He nodded in appreciation, watching the well-muscled hoof work the large cock. It wasn’t often that he was among the smallest in size in these meet-ups. He glanced again at Button Mash. The mottled cock twitched and jumped in the earth pony’s hooves. Rumble mentally sized Button up. He thought he had maybe just a bit of length over the other stallion, but he was pretty sure the earth pony was thicker. Most earth ponies were, after all, so that didn’t come as a big surprise. Rumble squeezed his medial ring and felt a shiver run down his body.

“This is so hot,” the hoofball player said, rubbing the head of his own shaft.

“Yeah, you like this, huh?” Carrot said lasciviously.

“Oh yeah!” the hoofball player nodded, his hoof rubbing frantically.

“Slow down, dude,” Rumble cautioned. He was pretty worked up himself, but it was always a bummer when one guy came too fast. “Enjoy the experience.”

“It’s just so hot to watch other guys stroke themselves off,” the hoofball player protested. His shaft twitched and swelled. A small spurt of precum landed on the ground in front of him.

“Fuck,” Button moaned. “You already close, bro?” Rumble watched with keen interest as Button put a hoof under his balls.

“Keep it going, keep it going!” Carrot protested. “I’m not even close yet.”

“Fuuuck,” the hoofball player protested. “I am.”

Rumble felt himself surge. It always made him hard hearing stallions say things like that. In his mind’s eye, he saw a hundred different orgasms in similar circles played out again and again. So hot.

The hoofball played slowed his hoof and bit his lip.

Rumble felt the very beginning of the tightness in the head of his shaft, the blood just starting to flood the tissue there. He watched Button stroke fervently and heard Carrot doing the same.

Rumble smiled as he realized he was surrounded by three earth ponies. Besides being thicker on average than pegasi or unicorns, earth ponies were great at making spunk. Rumble couldn’t wait to watch these dudes unleash their loads.

Fuck. His cock twitched and he felt his balls pull up towards his groin. Even thinking about it was getting him close.

The older baker began panting loudly. He used both hooves to squeeze the swollen head of his staff. A large bead of precum swelled and then dripped down his shaft.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, guys,” the hoofball player whined in his husky voice.

Rumble knew that kind of intonation. He knew exactly what it meant. He felt himself swell. His attention shifted back to Button Mash, who had one hoof fondling his orbs as the other stroked slowly around the midsection of his multi-hued cock.

A few moments passed, the only sounds the grunting and panting of four stallions hovering on the edge of orgasm.

“Oh yeah,” Carrot Cake moaned. “Oh yeah, you guys ready?”

Rumble nodded and felt his head swell. The hoofball played whinnied. Button smiled and panted.

Four cocks pointed toward the center of their small circle, all less than a span apart. All wet, dripping with precum, the occasional spray of clear fluid splattering to the ground between them.

“AH!” Carrot whined, stroking his large member with both hooves. “OH!”

“Fuuuuck,” the hoofball player cried.

Rumble grinned and stroked his swollen staff, slick with his own juices. He was ready for his favorite part.

“Oh, I’m close,” Button Mash said softly.

“Come on, come on,” the older stallion encouraged. “Here we go. Fuck. Here we go! Fuck!” All four stallions were jerking furiously.

Rumble felt his load building, and his wings extended automatically at the same rate. It was time. Fuck, it was time. His flare almost hurt it was so full. The other guys all looked the same—swollen and ready to cum.

“Uuuaaah!” The hoofball player broke first. He came, his seed launching from his turgid tip in quick, uncontrolled bursts into the center of the circle.

“Fucking right!” Rumble cried, feeling his orgasm build as he watched the athletic pony empty himself.

“Ohh yeahh,” Carrot Cake whined. Rumble knew what was coming, but familiarity didn’t dull his sense of wonder: the older earth pony gripped his swollen flare in both forehooves and squeezed, pointing the staff upward. A huge, monstrous line of cum erupted from the tip, flying straight up into the air. Rumble had seen it time and time again from the old baker, but it never ceased to impress him, or to bring him right to the edge, watching the seed take flight.

Rumble felt his wings go bone stiff. His innards clenched as he watched Carrot’s cum splatter onto the ground in front of him. He tilted his staff down away from his body as he felt his load break free. His loins tightened and spasmed and he watched a long, white line fly from his stiffened tip to land on the mottled cock of the brown earth pony in front of him. Button moaned and fired his own load into the ground between them. Rumble lost sense of anything besides the euphoric emptying of his pouch and the wild, rutting sounds of the stallions around him. The orgasm slowed, and he knew he had cum a lot, maybe even as much as Button. He was suddenly glad he hadn’t had time to get off the last few days.

“That was so fucking hot,” the hoofball played said loudly, breaking Rumble’s quiet, post-orgasmic reverie.

“Here,” Carrot said calmly, reaching behind his back, “I’ve got some towels for cleanup.” He tossed one hooftowel to each pony. As Carrot and the athlete began wiping their shafts clean, their attention drawn to their loins, Rumble happened to catch sight of Button, who drew his hoof along his cum-drenched shaft and then brought it to his face. Button looked up at Rumble at that moment. While keeping eye contract, Button licked the hoof from forelock to point. Rumble blushed and felt his mostly-deflated shaft twitch.

No homo, he reminded himself, stamping down any excitement.