Blue Acres

Blues lied on his bed, mindlessly staring at the ceiling and listening to the rainfall. Oh, the storm was scheduled for much later in the night but apparently, the pegasi had other ideas. He had the perfect night planned for him and Big Mac. They were going to pick up some sweets from Sugar Cube Corner, head back to Blues’ home, he’d play a little music for Big Mac, and then they go to bed together. Images of what could have been passed through his mind, some romantic and others a bit more carnal. However, any chance of that was washed away.

He started to let out a depressed sigh but was cut off by the sound of knocking. Laying still, he listened closely as the sound came again.

It couldn’t be him. He’d have to be more stubborn than a mule to still come for the date in this rain.

Blues’ rolled off his bed with a groan and headed for the front door. He opened it, revealing a soaking wet red stallion holding a rose in his mouth. “I...” not knowing how else to finish the sentence, Blues simply facehooved. “Get in here.”

After grabbing a few towels, he set to work trying to dry off Big Macintosh. “What in the hay were you thinking? Tell me you didn’t just come here because it was date night.”

“Eyep.” Big Mac leaned down and nuzzled Blues, who gladly returned the gesture.

“Come on you big oaf, let’s get you someplace to warm up.” Blues led Big Mac to the bedroom, swishing his tail against Big Mac’s along. Maybe, just maybe, the night wouldn’t be a total bust; Blues would still get to spend the evening cuddling with his boyfriend.

The pair got into the bed, snuggling against each other. Blues, in a playful mood, licked the tip of Big Mac’s nose. Macintosh perked up, giving Blues a curious look; which Blues immediately took advantage of, leaning in and kissing Big Mac. “Hey Macintosh, I’ve been thinking, um, do you want to go a bit farther tonight?”

“Uh... Farther?” Blues wasn’t sure if the look was from shock or fear.

“Yeah, farther. “ He kisses Macintosh on the cheek and whispered into his ear, “I want to make you happy. I want you to feel pleasure.”

Blues could feel his boyfriend’s body tense up a bit. “Ah... Alright.”

“You sure?”

“Eyep.”

Blues nudged Macintosh over, onto his back and stood over him. Leaning down, he began kissing and nibbling at Macintosh’s neck, noticing that one of Big Mac’s legs kicked in response. “You won’t regret this, I promise.” He worked his way down, kissing along Big Mac’s chest and belly, eliciting a few grunts from Mac. Ending up face to face with Macintosh’s penis; it was large, twitching, and brown. Blues giggled at the sight. “I’m sorry, it’s just that, it’s brown and you’re red. It’s like you’re a giant apple and this is your stem.”

The laughter and comment earned Blues a less than amused look from his boyfriend. He rolled his eyes and leaned down, licking along the edge of the flared tip. Macintosh kicked again and gasped. Blues licked again, this time starting from the sheath and moving all the way up, taking the head into his mouth once he reached it. Blues closed his eyes to focus entirely on the task at hand, continually massaging the head with his tongue as he moved up and down on the shaft. Macintosh squirmed under him, moaning the whole time; it was long before drops of precum were pouring out..

He moved faster and faster, getting more gasps and moans from Macintosh. Then, Mac’s body tensed up, and Blues’ readied himself for was coming. Squirt, after squirt, after squirt of Mac’s seed filled Blue’s mouth; who had to quickly swallow several times just to keep it from becoming more than his mouth could hold. The final spurt came out, and Blues sat up, swallowing the last bit, and opening his eyes to see the results.

Mac was panting and staring up at Blues with a smile. “How does it taste?”

“Hm?”

“Ah want to know how it tastes,” Macintosh says and taps his forehooves together, nervously.

“Like apples.” This answer got Blues the same unamused stare as his stem comment. “I’m serious, it tasted like salty applesauce. If you don’t believe me, taste it yourself.”

Blues’ jaw dropped as Macintosh did exactly that. He wiped off a bit from his penis and brought it to his mouth. “Wow, it does.”

“Aha, I told you so. Also, that was kind of hot.” Blues walked up and laid back down beside Mac. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Eyep.”

“Goo-” Just as he said that, Blues was rolled over onto his back with Macintosh standing over him. From this angle, Macintosh’s body seemed even larger than normal..

Macintosh leaned down and nibbled on Blues’ neck. Is he really going to do this? wondered Blues. Macintosh moved down, kissing along his chest, then moved to his stomach and finally Blues stopped him, putting up a back hoof to keep Mac from reaching his penis.

The two stared at each other. “You don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.”

“Ah know but Ah want to.”

Blues opened his back legs and giving Macintosh an opening to continue. Mimicking Blues’ technique, Macintosh gave a little lick to start and then a longer one, followed by taking the penis into his mouth. Blues’ hips bucked at the licking and now he was pawing at the sheet on either side and moaning. After of a few moments of bliss, Blues felt himself on the edge. He tried to say so, but each time, only a groan would come out. He gave one more buck of his hips, and shot into his boyfriend’s mouth.

Macintosh quickly let go and scooted back, coughing. The penis fell back, spreading the rest of Blues’ seed onto his stomach. “Doesn’t taste like apples?” asked Blues, between the heavy breaths.

“Nope.”

***

Sheets were changed, a shower was taken, and now the couple laid together, with Mac’s head on Blues’ shoulder, and Blues stroked Macintosh’s mane. “So, how did it taste?” asked Blues.

“Bitter.”

“Guess I’ll have to eat more fruit.”

Macintosh’s breathing slowed and Blues gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek before joining him in sleep.