Pounding Carrot Cake

“Your father wants to have sex with you…”

Those eight words had been echoing in Pound Cake’s head since his exchange with his mom last night. He still couldn’t believe that it wasn’t all just some dream trying to mess with his sexuality. He pondered his response throughout the rest of his night. He didn’t want to hurt his dad’s feelings, but he wasn’t sure if he’d be comfortable with the two of them sleeping with each other. How was he going to say no? Or rather, did he even want to say no?

Pound Cake was ashamed of admitting it, but a part of him really wanted to get laid with his dad. Orientation play was a kink that Pound was new to, but he was familiar with it thanks to the times when he would sleep with both Glamour Gams, and another girl named Sandy. The sight of those two busty naked chicks making out was always hot for Pound to watch. He wondered if he would ever get aroused from watching two guys make out in the same way, though it seemed unlikely that he would ever catch two gay boys in the act. Even then, making out with another man, let alone having sex with them, didn’t seem like something he’d want to follow through with.

Regardless, Pound was looking forward to a night of partying with a few of his girls. The party was being hosted by Mu Gamma Rho, a fraternity from Pound’s school that was known for throwing the best house parties. The frat brothers owned a pool, a large hot tub, an air hockey table, surround sound speakers, lights that would flash in time with the music, and even a couple of gaming consoles for the gamers that showed up. These parties made the brothers of Mu Gamma Rho some of the most popular people on-campus, and it scored them some hot babes from time to time. Tonight the brothers were allowing both fraternities and sororities to attend, so there were bound to be some shenanigans. Shenanigans that Pound was no doubt looking forward to partaking in.

The sun has set and Saturday night has officially begun. The crowd shuffles in ready to play some games, drink some beer, and dance the night away. Pound arrives at the fraternity house at around 8:30 pm and knocks on the door. After a quick moment, the door swings open courtesy of the bro energy coming from fraternity captain Chad Bedside.

“Heyyy Pound,” Chad says, “the family man himself, how’ve you been bro?”

“I’ve been alright,” Pound replies, “thanks man.”

“Feel free to grab a drink and some nom-noms,” Chad says, “everyone’s just chilling’ right now, but at exactly nine o’clock…”

“Let me guess, you’re going to ‘drop the bass like an expensive vase’” Pound replies, trying his best to mimic Chad’s overly strong surfer dude voice.

“Something like that,” Chad answers. Pound responds with a chuckle.

‘What else is new?’ Pound thought before walking inside to find the house filled with other students getting acquainted with each other. The music playing over the speakers was a soft lo-fi beat, perfect music for chilling out.

“Hey sexy,” Glamour Gams calls out, directing Pound towards herself and his three other girls. Their names were Dumb Blonde, a short and busty blonde mare with a pink coat; Only Model, a curvaceous silver mare with a brown mane; and Winterstreak, a blue hippogriff. Pound Cake joins them in the kitchen by the snacks and drinks. On the kitchen counter was various chips, dips, sweets, sodas, and alcoholic beverages.

“I love the getup that you’re wearing,” Only Model says, commenting on Pound’s choice of clothing, which tonight consisted of a T-shirt and swimming trunks.

“Thanks Only,” Pound Cake replies, “I like the tropical pattern on my swimming trunks.”

“I’ll start liking your trunks even more when the water makes them cling to your tush,” Winterstreak says, grabbing at Pound’s ass, making him jump in response. They all let out a laugh over Winterstreak’s comment.

“Mind if I say you ladies are looking like some fine desserts in your swimwear,” Pound Cake says, admiring his girls bodies in their swimsuits. Dumb Blonde was wearing an indigo one-piece that clung to the goods, Glamour Gams was wearing a short-sleeved button-up shirt over the gold V-kini she wore for Pound yesterday, Winterstreak was wearing a black two-piece bikini, and Only Model was wearing a leopard-print two-piece with a skirt bottom.

“Oh, you charmer,” Dumb Blonde says, blushing and shooting a sexual glare at Pound like the rest of the girls, “he makes me so horny,” she says to Glamour Gams.

“Okay, slow down there Blondie,” Glamour replies, “you’ll get your fill soon.”

“She probably won’t even remember it though, given the alcohol,” Only Model quips.

“Looks like there are some people getting in the pool already,” Winterstreak says, noticing one pony diving off of the diving board and coming down with a huge splash.

“I’m down if your down ladies,” Pound Cake says, looking around at his posse of hot chicks.

“I call dibs on the beach ball,” Dumb Blonde says running towards the pool with Pound and the others following her. They all dive and/or walk into the pool and start passing the beach ball around. This would only be the beginning of their fun night together.

It was 9:00 and, as Chad so eloquently put it, the bass drops like an expensive vase. A large portion of the crowd starts dancing, even including some folks who were too shy at first, but were motivated by alcohol. As with most of these college student parties, some of the boys and girls start bumping and grinding on each other to beat of the music. Pound was in that exact scenario with the four girls he was with. Each of the girls got a turn twerking against Pound Cake’s crotch, which he responded positively towards. Glamour Gams and Dumb Blonde even decide to double-team his crotch with their vibrating asses. Winterstreak and Only Model twerk their asses into each other, which earns a positive response from the crowd. Pound made sure he got his hands all over Glamour and Dumb’s asses, as he knew others were going to join in on feeling their massive moneymaker’s.

After about thirty minutes of dancing, and three bottles of beer in each of their systems, Pound Cake and his four girls decide to chill in the hot tub. They were taking a moment to relax so that they could make all sorts of love to each other in one of the fraternity brothers’ bedrooms, with their blessing of course. As they were sitting there talking about how each of their classes are going, among other things, Pound suddenly notices something that he never thought would say was sexy. Right in front of the glass window, which gave him a good view of inside the house, were three guys standing around a blue stallion with a brown curly mane. He was wearing nothing but a red speedo and twerking in front of the other guys. Pound then recognizes one of the guys watching him twerk, one that he would have never expected to be into other men.

“Isn’t that the host Chad Bedside?” Pound Cake asks Glamour Gams. The alcohol hinders her thinking for a moment, but Glamour is eventually able to confirm who it is.

“Oh yeah,” Glamour replies, “he and a few other frat boys do that all the time. The alcohol can make you loose and open to trying new things.”

“That boy in the middle is from Gamma Iota Mu, Ponyville Community College’s first openly gay fraternity,” Dumb Blonde says. Just as she mentions that, the four boys in front of the glass start kissing and making out with each other. Even Chad, someone who Pound considered to be one of the most straight men on campus was making out with another man. Not only that, but it looked like he was enjoying it too. Instead of feeling confused, however, Pound starts feeling, excited. He couldn’t tell if it was motivated by alcohol or if he was discovering a new kink of his, but the erection in his pants never steered him wrong before.

“You okay sweetie,” Only Model asks Pound, who seems to be distracted by the sexy display in front of him.

“Have I ever told you girls that my dad likes to get pegged?” Pound says, not batting an eye away from the hot guys making out with each other.

“No, I don’t think you have,” Glamour Gams replies with a confused look on her face.

“I wonder if they would like to get pegged?” Pound Cake says, pointing towards the guys that were now feeling each other’s boners as they made out, “maybe by myself.” It was that last comment that really surprised the girls.

“Oooohh, our man’s got himself a hunger for some spicy sausage,” Dumb Blonde says as the other girls stood there like deers in headlights, “I think that’s really hot.”

“Yeah,” Glamour Gams replies, scratching her chin, imagining her man kissing and caressing another muscular stud, “why don’t you give us a little show hot stuff?”

“Yeah, give us a hot display Poundy,” Winterstreak says. Pound Cake complies and gets out of the hot tub before walking back inside, the girls watching his ass wiggle as he did so.

“Oh bro,” Chad says, making out with the boy that was twerking, “you know how to work that tongue don’t you?”

“Mmhmm,” the boy moans as he gets his ass caressed by the man in front of him.

“Hey boys,” a buzzed Pound says to the four men enjoying their fun, “I love watching you kiss, you mind if I practice with you?”

“Not at all hot stuff,” one of the guys says. Pound turns his attention towards the gay boy that was twerking earlier. He had about the same physique as Pound’s dad: small arms, pudgy belly, and an even bigger ass.

“Your ass got me feeling so hot boy,” Pound Cake says, not caring if that was himself or the liquor talking, “what’s your name?”

“S-Sponge Pastry,” the boy responds, smitten by the jock that was standing in front of him. Pound Cake wraps his muscular arms around Sponge Pastry and gives him a passionate kiss on the lips before sliding his tongue into his mouth. The two boys moan from their hot make out session, and a few other people, including the other two boys watch them go at it. Pound’s girlfriend’s are also watching the display from the hot tub, masturbating as they did so.

“Yeah Pound, give it to that boy,” Dumb Blonde moans as she fingers herself, all hot and bothered and ready for some action. Inside the house, Pound Cake grabs Sponge Pastry’s ass, causing the soft twink to squeak in response.

“Hey boy, why don’t we head to the bedroom for some real fun?” Sponge Pastry suggests.

“Okay, but only if my girls and another guy come with,” Pound responds, to which Sponge nods his head.

Though Winterstreak had to leave early, Glamour Gams, Dumb Blonde, and Only Model went to the bedroom with Pound Cake, Sponge Pastry, and another Mu Gamma Rho member named Brownie Batter, one of the kissing practice boys. After about fifteen more minutes of everyone making out with each other, the clothes came off and everyone was having sex. Pound decides that before he fulfills his deal with Sponge Pastry, that he needs to have a foursome with his three girls. While Sponge waited, he was being sated by Brownie Batter, who had his big brown dick in Sponge’s mouth. Meanwhile, Pound was eating out his three girls asses. He enjoyed the sensation of having his head squished in between his girls’ plump fleshy pillows.

They eventually end their foursome with Glamour Gams fucking Only Model with a strap-on while Pound Cake went vaginal on Dumb Blonde’s fat ass. As their dominant partner’s had rigorous sex with them, Only Model and Dumb Blonde were making out. As this was happening, Brownie Batter and Sponge Pastry were performing sixty-nine on each other, close to cumming in each other’s mouths. Everyone seems to climax at around the same time, with Pound finishing all over Dumb Blonde’s booty and the two other two boys getting a mouthful of each other’s semen. Now that he’s gotten himself hot and bothered with the gender he was familiar with, it was time for Pound Cake to enter uncharted territory. As Sponge Pastry stand back up to catch his breath, Pound comes from behind and wraps his arms around the slutty femboy.

“Are you ready lover boy?” Pound Cake purrs in Sponge Pastry’s ear.

“Mmhmm, I sure am,” Sponge responds. He escapes Pound’s embrace just long enough to get down on all fours and wiggle his tantalizing caboose. Pound could not believe that he was still erect. He actually thinks of another boy as sexually appealing now. He wants to have sex with this boy. And so he does, grabbing onto Sponge Pastry’s ass and slipping his cock into the only hole he had available to him. Pound began rutting Sponge vigorously, causing the twink to let out some girlish moans of pure ecstasy. The three girls find this display incredibly sexy, and pretty soon Glamour and Dumb engage into their own lesbian sex. The two girls make out and fuck each other’s pussies while Only Model gets to have sex with Brownie Batter, who lays Only down on top of Dumb Blonde as he fucks her from behind. Everyone gets to fulfill their sexual desires, but the biggest event of the night was for Pound Cake. He was no longer a virgin to gay sex, and he had Sponge Pastry to thank for that.

“You fucking like that you little girl,” Pound Cake moans, teasing the twink below him.

“oh yeah, fuck me right there hot boy, unghh~” Sponge Pastry moans as he takes hit after hit of his partner’s dick into his bubble butt. Pound starts getting romantic with Sponge by leaning over to kiss and lick his neck. Turns out, Brownie Batter had already gotten done with Only Model, so he directs his attention to another man’s booty. Brownie’s target was not Sponge’s ass however.

“Ohh, they call you Sponge Pastry for a reason don’t they you precious twink?” Pound Cake asks, distracted with fucking his partner to notice when Brownie Batter decides to make this a gay boy sandwich. He grabs hold of Pound’s plump rear and slides his wet and hard cock inside his asshole. Pound lets out a scream of pleasure and pain before attempting to continue. Even though he tries to make the effort to resist, Pound Cake gives in and allows himself to hang uselessly as he got a taste of his own medicine. Sponge could still feel Pound’s dick in his ass, and he could feel the giant jock that was now fucking both of them. The boys moan as they enjoy their gay threesome, all the while the three girls have their own lesbian threesome.

Pound’s tongue rolls out of his mouth as he takes Brownie’s cock up his ass like a champ. He even goes as far as to switch between making out with both Sponge and Brownie. This feeling was so foreign to Pound Cake, but he loved every second of it. He knew that he had to keep doing this with these guys in the future, and his openness to his newfound bisexuality made him remember what his mom said last night.

“Your father wants to have sex with you…”

In that moment, Pound Cake knew that his dad wasn’t going to be disappointed.