Sprout Gets A Large Supreme Pizza

As he gathered up his plate, glass, and empty pizza box, Sprout felt the butterflies in his stomach return with a vengeance. So something was going to happen tonight, and it was going to be in his bed!

Hitch broke down the pizza box and put it into the recycling bin while Sprout set the plates and glasses in the sink.

"You can just leave them there, I'll get them in the morning. So, shall we?" Hitched asked, tilting his head back towards the hallway.

Sprout gulped nervously and nodded, trying to get the butterflies under control again. He knew deep down that this was where he was truly hoping things would go, but now that they were going there, right here, right now, he didn't want to do something to screw it up. Hitch's smile calmed him down a bit as the sheriff turned to head down the hall, with the red stallion right behind him. Hitch turned and went through the second doorway on the right, flipping on the light switch by the time Sprout came through the doorway.

Hitch's bedroom was simple enough; a full-size bed, nightstand with a lamp, a much smaller television, and his bandolier hung on his front bedpost. There was a bookshelf beneath the window, filled with hardbound books as well as comic books.

Sprout's eyes only took in his surroundings for a few moments before his eyes locked on the bed.

"Sprout? You okay, pal?" He heard Hitch asked when the sheriff saw him staring at the bed.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Sorry, just a bit nervous I guess," Sprout replied. Taking another deep breath, he stepped towards the bed, and put his front legs up on it, pulling his front half onto the bed, dragging his barrel across the sheets. "I'm ready whenever you are."

The red stallion raised his tail, and swung it lightly as seductively as he could as he still fought through his nerves.

Hitch smiled at him, stepping over to the bed, put his hooves on both of Sprout's flanks, and rolled him over, his unsheathing stallionhood almost flopping against his left inner thigh.

"Actually," Hitch began, looking him up and down, before locking his eyes with Sprout's. "I thought we'd do things a bit different tonight."

With Sprout's hind legs almost dangling off of the bed, Hitch sat down in between them, and lowered his snout down towards Sprout's stallionhood. By the time the red stallion's mind had registered what was happening, Hitch extended his tongue, and made contact with the base of his shaft, slowly drawing it up towards the tip.

Sprout gave out soft, gasping breaths as Hitch's tongue reached his tip and he parted his jaw and began to take him in, his lips wrapping around his head, slowly descending, coating his shaft in saliva. He struggled to keep his mind from exploding in sensory overload as he felt Hitch go to work, slowly taking more and more of him in, going down to the base, before slowly pulling up, releasing his head from his lips with a soft pop.

"Mmm, not bad," Hitch commented, licking his lips as he saw his deputy was now fully erect. He sauntered over to his nightstand, pulling the drawer open and getting a bottle of clear lubricant. "I figured you deserved a turn on top."

Hitch flipped the cap of the bottle of lube open as he got up onto the bed next to Sprout. He then turned it over, and let a small stream dribble down onto Sprout's unflared tip, and the stallion shivered in response. After a moment, he closed the cap, then gently started massaging the lubricant across and around his erection, before getting a small glob on the tip of his hoof and rubbed it just under his own tail, before laying on his back next to him.

"What do ya say? Are you up for it?" Hitched asked, looking over to him.

Sprout rolled his head to momentarily lock eyes with Hitch, then back down to his lubed, shimmering cock between his legs. He was honestly considering himself lucky that this was an actual 'date' with Hitch, and he believed he'd just let his sheriff take him again, but now... He was giving him a turn to take him. There would be no way he'd be as forward or as confident as Hitch was when he told him to turn around and get on the bed that first night...

"I... Really?" Sprout asked nervously.

"Sure. You should know how it feels too," Hitch replied, nudging him to get up into position. Sprout took a deep breath and then sat up. Hitch himself was semi-erect, and spread his legs when Sprout turned himself around to look at his posterior side.

"Just go nice and slow, I've been practicing these last couple weeks, so don't worry," Hitch reassured him.

Sprout gulped nervously. So this hadn't been as spur of the moment as he initially believed, if Hitch had been getting ready for this. If he hadn't been preparing like that... He didn't want to let his date down. He placed himself in between Hitch's hind legs, and slowly scooted forward, softly pressing his tip against Hitch's back door.

"Mmm, yeah, you definitely feel like you're ready. Just take your time, and don't go too fast," Hitch instructed him.

Sprout slowly applied more pressure making sure he was still lined up, and with a soft squelch, his tip popped in, and he let out a gasp as Hitch kept his legs spread. Sitting up more, he went in another inch, before putting more weight onto his front legs as he entered further into the stallion, and began to stand over him.

"Y-you doing okay?" Spout asked, looking Hitch in the eyes for barely a moment before looking back down at where he was going inside him.

"Mm.. Mmhmm. You're just a liiitle bit bigger than the toys I've been using, but it's not too bad. Come on, keep going, pal."

Hitch maintaining his friendly and encouraging demeanor helped a little bit with Sprout's frayed nerves, and he continued forward. As he passed the halfway point, he felt his medial ring brush past Hitch's sphincter. After that, continuing on was just a little easier, but he kept his pace slow in order to not hurt Hitch. A few moments later, he felt himself press up against the sheriff's balls as he bottomed out.

"W... Wow..." Sprout said. "You're so warm, and tight... I don't know how long I'm going to last."

"I'm pretty sure I also had that problem for our first night at the precinct, so don't worry about it. Now come on, have at it," Hitch encouraged him.

Taking a breath, Sprout slowly pulled halfway out, before gently pushing back in, gasping softly as he did so. He felt Hitch's erect shaft press and twitch against his stomach as he got into a rhythm of rutting his boss, putting more weight on his front hooves to give his thrusts more power. The deputy tried his best to keep his breathing steady as he gradually got faster.

"You, you doing okay?" Sprout asked Hitch, slowing down to give Hitch time to answer if he needed to.

Sprout saw him nod.

"Now I know what had you moaning on that cot a few weeks ago. Come on, keep going, show me what you've got."

Quickly glancing down and seeing Hitch's tip seeping precum, Sprout took another breath and resumed his fervent thrusting, feeling himself beginning to flare inside him, and he felt a pressure deep down in his stomach, like a spring slowly pushing down, preparing for the inevitable equal and opposite reaction.

"Hitch, I'm... I'm... Ahh!"

Sprout cried out and hilted inside Hitch, and felt himself erupt as he moaned in pleasure. His twitching shaft, buried in Hitch, sent out rope after rope of seed into his colon as his eyes nearly rolled up into his head, as Hitch brought his front hooves up and held him close.

The waves of euphoria began to subside, and Sprout's front legs gave out as he collapsed onto Hitch's barrel.

"So... So that's what that feels like," Hitch said, also a bit short of breath.

As Sprout barely lifted his backside just enough to pull out of Hitch with a squelching sound, he felt something wet and slimy on his lower abdomen, and saw that Hitch had also hit his peak at nearly the same time he had.

"You alright, Sprout?" Hitch asked as Sprout rolled off to the side, coming to rest on the bed sheets next to the stallion.

"Are... Are we a thing now?" Sprout asked nervously, as he finished catching his breath, his softening shaft resting limp on his left inner thigh.

Hitch smiled gently at him.

"If you want us to be," the sheriff replied.

Sprout smiled back, snuggling into his boyfriend. As he got comfortable, he started to chuckle, and it was barely a moment before it had turned into full on laughter.

"What's so funny?" Hitch asked, wondering what had gotten him into such a giggling fit.

"P... Ponies are going to eventually asked how we became an item, and... An I'll have to say that you caught me clopping to your calendar!"

The deputy was guffawing at this point, and Hitch grabbed him by the neck with one leg and gave his slicked-back mane a noogie with his other hoof.

"I think we'll come up with something a little more socially acceptable than that," Hitch replied.

Sprout playfully tried to get away from Hitch's hoof messing up his mane, before getting himself under control and snuggled into his chest.

"I love you, Hitch," Sprout told him, just above a whisper.

"Love you too, Sprout."