It was some good timing. Soarin had finished his workout for the day and was just sitting down with a beer to relax when he heard the knock on his door. Thunderlane had decided to take his invitation. He let the newest Wonderbolt in. "Hey man, glad you could make it."
Thunderlane's rookieness showed in the shy way he stepped inside. Soarin understood. It had taken him a while to get used to being buddies with his superiors. But the Wonderbolts were a team, to really work they all had to be close, not just ordering each other around.
Soarin handed him the beer he had been about to drink and excused himself to the kitchen for another one. He wondered if he should take a second longer to change too. His workout tshirt and sweatpants weren't exactly the nicest clothes to greet a guest in. Then again, they were just going to be casually hanging out, it wasn't like he needed anything nice. He'd just have to be careful where he looked. Thunderlane had the physique it took to be a Wonderbolt—a nice one—and Soarin wasn't wearing anything under his sweats.
Thunderlane had made himself Comfortable on the couch when he came back. He plopped down next to him and booted up the Ybox. "Thanks for coming over. And, you know, joining. It's nice to have some more stallions on the team to hang out with."
"Uh, yeah. No problem."
"C'mon, man. Just relax. We're both off duty right now"
"I don't know. That sure sounded like an order," Thunderlane jabbed despite his tenseness.
"That's the spirit!" Soarin said laughing.
Thunderlane eased up in earnest as they started playing. It might have just been the alcohol starting to kick in, but Soarin preferred to think of it as evidence for his theory that the best way to bond with a stallion besides flying together, was putting a virtual bullet through his virtual face.
"Sit down," he said, headshotting Thunderlane for the third time in a row.
Thunderlane didn't say anything. He just leaned forward, holding his controller close to his face in a white-knuckled grip. Shit was getting serious. His determination paid off, Soarin was cut down in a spray of hot lead.
Soarin respawned, only to be caught by a lucky shot clipping through the map. "Bullshit!" he thew his controller down. There was a chilly silence for a few seconds. Both stallions stared at each other. "Imma go grab more beer," Soarin said, defusing the situation. He had to say, he really liked Thunderlane.
They cracked their fresh cans open in sync. "So, how are you getting along with the other guys?" It felt like it was time for a break from the vidya.
"Well, Rainbow Dash is pretty cool. I knew her already, we both live in Ponyville. I got some coffee with Fleetfoot and Surprise the other day too," Thunderlane said.
"Sounds like you're getting settled in. Glad to hear it."
"Uh huh. I"m still kind of scared of Spitfire though," he admitted.
Soarin took a swig. "Yeeah, she can be pretty intense. I've known her for a long time though. She's not so bad once you get used to it. And Celestia damn is she hot. 10/10 on the name." So much for subtlety. She was a forceful mare, even in his memories, reminiscences of her riding him came flooding back. His cock stood faithfully and obviously at attention.
Thunderlane shrugged. "I wouldn't know." He was very conspicuously averting his eyes.
Soarin smiled. He really liked Thunderlane now. "Oh, you're not into the mares?"
In the most futile attempt at hiding his thoughts ever, Thunderlane was staring at the wall now, his legs crossed. "Nope."
Soarin stood up. "You know, we're going to be seeing a lot of each other in the showers and locker rooms. There ain't a whole lot of privacy."
Thunderlane was biting his lip.
"So, if you want to get your staring in now, with nopony else around, that's fine by me." He said this in a low, quiet voice, leaning in close.
Surprise spread across Thunderlane's face, then hope. He turned to Soarin. "Really?"
Soarin's answer had two parts. The first was to take his shirt off, revealing his muscular torso. The second was to say "Sure, but there's a catch. You gotta show me what you've got too."
Thunderlane stood up as well and shed his own shirt. A good bit of his initial nervousness was back. Evidently, although he was built like Soarin, with a powerful, muscled body, deep down inside, he was a twink at heart. Soarin loved that.
The air was charged with anticipation as they both grabbed their waistbands. "You ready?" Soarin said. He didn't wait for a response before he shoved his pants down to the ground. It wasn't quite right to call it a reveal, given how little the sweatpants had concealed what was going on inside them, but it was undeniably a moment of glory as his thick, half-erect stallionhood sprang free.
Thunderlane stared openly now. His gaze and the cool air were both welcome feelings on his shaft and hot, heavy balls. Soarin was blessed in most things physical, and this was no exception.
"Your turn," he said. His tail swished.
The rookie's pants fell. He had a chub, and Soarin could tell that dick could get quite a bit bigger. It was a little hard to see properly, being the same near black as the rest of Thunderlane, but Soarin liked what he could make out.
He stepped closer, his erection growing unashamedly stiffer, and knelt down to examine his teammate. "Nice cock," he said.
"Thanks," Thunderlane scratched the back of his head. "I thought you liked mares though?"
"I do," Soarin smirked, "but why can't I like stallions too?" Soarin knew he was an attractive stallion. He was used to ponies fawning over him. But there was a special, visceral satisfaction that couldn't be matched anywhere else from seeing a guy get hard at the sight of him.
He whistled as Thunderlane grew to his full length. It was impressively stiff, standing near perpendicular to his body. It wasn't the biggest dick Soarin had ever seen, but not at all a small one. It was on the thinner side too. All in all, it was a sleek piece of horseflesh, nicely proportioned.
Soarin put his hand on Thunderlane's chest and pushed him down onto the couch. There was a heavy, musky smell in the air of their combined arousal. Soarin breathed deeply, taking it in. "I'm gonna suck you off now. Kay?"
Thunderlane nodded weakly.
Soarin dropped to his knees and took that cock in his hands. He felt it's heat, it's throbbing. He wrapped his lips around it and it was delicious. The taste of his skin was sublime, as was it's smoothness. Sadly there was no precum to be found, this sudden turn of events hadn't given either of them the chance to get really worked up. So Soarin decided to wait a little bit and left the tip to plant his muzzle in Thunderlane's sack. Musk and sweat flooded his senses. He heard Thunderlane try to muffle a moan.
"Just let it all out. You're not going to get any gayer." Soarin never was able to resist giving advice when the opportunity arose. It was an innate part of him, strong enough even to interrupt his desire for cock. And he liked cock a lot.
But now that he had said his piece, he could get back to business. He had slept with most of the other Wonderbolts, and was elated to add another one to the collection, as it were. Not that Thunderlane, or any of his teammates, were just check marks on a list. He only fucked ponies he genuinely liked. It's just that he was a slut, and that was a lot of ponies.
Now where was he? Oh yes, penis. It was time to show off a little. He moved back up and hummed on the head of Thunderlane's rod for a moment, before swiftly and smoothly shoving it down his throat. He was an experienced cocksucker, and didn't miss a beat as the bump of the medial ring hit his esophagus. Thunderlane gasped as his cock disappeared.
Soarin was in heaven. A nice cock to pleasure was up there with flying for him. The blockage in his airway, the bulge in his throat, the moans Thunderlane couldn't even think about holding back—it was all an ecstatic rush for him. His own cock was rock hard, but he didn't let himself touch it. That would come later.
When his lungs felt like they were going to burst he came up for air. He gulped down a few cock-scented breaths, and returned to servicing Thunderlane. Instead of going deep again, he limited himself to slobbering just on the tip. His libido ached to be impaled on that stallionhood, but experience let him override that. Yes, it felt better to have balls on his chin, but you didn't get to taste the cum that way. He felt Thunderlane subtly starting to flare, and he knew he was going to earn that tasty load soon.
He worked Thunderlane's slimy shaft with his hands as his tongue swirled in aching circles. He made as much eye contact as he could, but he couldn't stop himself from flicking his gaze down to take in the chiseled expanse of Thunderlane's body. Such a strong stallion, and he was nothing but jelly in his hands.
Heat and saltiness exploded into his mouth. Thunderlane's cock pulsed and throbbed. The seed was fresh and virile, yet it would never see the womb of a mare, only select stallions like himself were privileged with it's thick sweet taste. He struggled to keep his mouth closed around Thunderlane's flare, the bumpy edges filling his cheeks. He swallowed and swallowed, greedily sucking every last drop out.
When Thunderlane was spent at last, and his dick had got soft enough to safely get through his teeth, Soarin stood up.
"Holy shit," Thunderlane groaned, "that was fucking—oh Celestia..."
Soarin chuckled. "I have that effect on ponies." He sat down and put his arm around Thunderlane. The previous atmosphere of two guys just hanging out was gone. There was no pretense whatsoever that either of them were straight now. He relished how game Thunderlane had been for taking things this far so quickly, you just didn't get that with mares. At least not the ones he went for.
But his cock was still hard and pent up. "So, Thunderlane, buddy, pal. That was some nice cock you've got. Thanks for letting me suck it. But I've got a cock too. Any chance you could help me out?"
Thunderlane looked down at his boner. "Oh yeah. Sure." He reached for it but was stopped by an outstretched hand.
"You'll get your chance to do that, but it's not quite what I had in mind. How's your butt feeling today?"
"You want to—" Thunderlane blushed. "Uh yeah, you can. Just... be gentle?"
"Of course." Soarin fetched the box of condoms and bottle of lube he had stashed in the living room (he had that stuff all over the house, just in case). Thunderlane got into position, kneeling on the couch, his arms holding onto the back and his ass sticking out, tail hiked. Soarin wrapped himself up and slathered on a generous coat of lube.
He put one hand on Thunderlane's waist, and used the other to guide his cock to the stallion's hole. He pressed forward. He slowly increased the pressure, and slowly the pucker stretched and gave way. He felt Thunderlane tense as he got to the edge of his head, and then relax once more as he pushed past that, letting the sphincter close around his slightly narrower shaft. He sank that into Thunderlane as well. Deeper and deeper he went into the stallion's guts. He was an inch or so past his medial ring when a choked sound told him to stop.
"I—I can't."
"Shhh. That's okay. That's plenty," Soarin said. He planted his feet more firmly, and started to pull back out. He thrust back in, then back out, slowly, as promised. Thunderlane's ass was tight, but the fact that he could get in at all told Soarin that this wasn't his first rodeo. He used smooth strokes in and out. The rubber of the condom could not stop him from feeling the warmth around him, seeing the ecstasy of a stallion giving himself up to another.
He tilted his hips to an aggressive angle. He had sucked a lot out of Thunderlane, but he knew from experience that even a drained prostate felt pretty damn good with a big cock ramming it. Sure enough, he heard those distinctive mewls that meant a stallion was in full sissy bitch mode. It never got old getting a dude there or being there himself. That sense of surrender was just so pure.
The whole time he had been slowly speeding up. At this point he had lots of momentum, and was well and truly fucking Thunderlane's butt. The acceleration had been gentle, but his strength was relentless. His ring went in and out and in and out and in and out. It was a pleasurable speed bump for him, and was making Thunderlane melt under him.
He couldn't take much more. The pressure was climbing fast. There were a few more thrusts, and then he buried himself to the limit in Thunderlane as he started to cum. He slowed back down to his starting speed as he savored the pleasure rolling through him. Even if his load was contained, imprisoned in the condom, there was a feeling of elation that nevertheless came from cumming inside somepony else.
There was likewise a distinctly obscene pop that came from a spent cock being pulled out of somepony's hole. That sounded once again through Soarin's house. Both stallions all but collapsed.
"Fuck dude, that was incredible," Soarin said. He had already admired Thunderlane for being a good strong flier, and easy recommendation for admission to the Wonderbolts. But he was a fantastic piece of ass on top of that. The heavy bulge in the condom showed what a load that butt had elicited.
A sense of earned exhaustion came over Soarin, but his post-sex autopilot forced them both into the shower anyway.
He kissed Thunderlane afterwards, something only the best of his partners got. Both males were too tired to really appreciate it though. He did have enough consciousness left to ask "Hey, wanna cuddle?"
The nice thing about cloud houses was that any surface was cozy and comfortable to lie down on. So when Thunderlane wearily answered yes, they could simply set themselves down in the hall outside the bathroom, embracing each other's damp, naked bodies.
