“He was not,” Alex laughed.
“He totally was,” Thunderlane insisted with a flap of his wing. “If you don’t believe me, go change into something more comfortable.”
Alex straightened and pursed his lips over at the seated pegasus. “This is comfortable. You can’t get me to wear a skirt all of the time - besides, we’re going to have company soon.”
“Exactly,” Thunder stated. “Without his suit on, you’ll definitely be able to tell how interested he is.”
Pulling some nachos from the oven, Alex sat the casserole dish down, removed his oven mitts, and turned to face his lover. “The only reason he kept looking at me is because I’m a human, Thunder - for buck’s sake, it’s not like -”
“Now like what?” Thunder interrupted. “Not like you didn’t look very - and I mean very provocative in that little getup.”
Alex went to argue, but quickly thought better of it. Had Soarin, one of Thunder’s oldest friends and fellow Wonderbolt, been eyeing him during the show earlier that day? Yes. Had he worn something that wasn’t quite typical for a young man? Yes. Did that mean the two things were related? Not at all. Brushing a lock of strawberry blonde hair from his face, he put his efforts toward something more constructive - finishing the celebratory meal he’d been making.
Ordinarily speaking, one would eat junk food before a sporting event - unfortunately, considering the Wonderbolts had put on an exhibition for the championship match’s half-time show, pigging out on greasy snacks and having a few ciders would have been a recipe for disaster. Glancing back and looking at the table and seeing the steaming vat of chili, fresh nachos, and a platter of freshly made hamburgers, he started. Heck - he’d nearly forgotten about grating some cheese!
Moving to and opening the fridge, he bent forward and grabbed a brick of cheddar. “Thunder, could you - Eeep!”
He nearly banged his head as he withdrew and whipped around. Thunder could be shockingly quiet for a pony his size, particularly when he was doing something naughty. Rubbing his tush, he shoved the oversized stallion away and fought back a smirk.
“Couldn’t keep your hooves to yourself ~ could you?” he murmured.
Closing the gap between then, Thunder leaned in and pecked his cheek. “Not when there’s an ass that cute pointed at me, no.”
Alex snickered and turned his head, unable to contain himself. “You’re just awful.”
“Guilty,” Thunder hummed as he extended his wings and pulled the young man into a hug, “but it’s not like I hear you complaining about it.”
Pressed to the stallion’s chest, feeling the warmth and brawn of his lover, Alex shivered. It was still crazy to think that he’d wound up in a land of talking, flying, and even magical horses, although he’d taken to living in Equestria like a fish to water - particularly because of his preferences. On Earth, he’d gone to great lengths to hide his more bestial interests from anyone and everyone, knowing that they could get him in trouble and make him an outcast - mercifully, and in a grand twist of fate, he’d ended up somewhere that he could live out his dreams guilt-free. Running his hands over the winged stud’s shoulders, he shifted and locked lips with his mate.
As a thick muscular tongue pressed into his mouth, he gave a soft, contented groan. Thunder was the best thing that had ever happened to him, being both extraordinarily affectionate and an absolute god in bed, but he could be a bit of a handful at times - well, most of the time. Sensing a wing creeping down his back and to his rump, he wriggled free and leapt back.
“Ooooooh no,” he softly chastised. “You’re not gonna have -”
Ding-dong
He froze and glanced in the direction of the entryway. “See! If you had your way, he’d be left out there for hours.”
“Or he’d just let himself in and get an eyeful,” Thunder mused with a shrug.
Momentarily tempted to prolong the kiss, Alex shook his head and marched out of the kitchen. “Awful - just awful.”
“You know you’d like it!” Thunder called out behind him.
Alex only slowed when he reached the foyer and the mirror by the front door. As he looked over at his reflection, he smiled. His attire was simple, just a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and it was a far departure from what he’d worn during the show. Being the only human on the face of the planet came with a number of perks - not the least of which being able to wear whatever he darn well wanted to the shows.
Hearing the doorbell ring a second time, he opened the door and threw his arms wide. “Soarin!”
The stallion looked genuinely shocked by his excited reaction. “H…hey…”
“Well don’t just stand there!” Alex insisted, shooting in and wrapping his arms around Soarin’s neck. “Any friend of Thunder’s is a friend of mine!”
He’d seen Soarin on multiple occasions, and they’d said a few words to one another in passing before, but this was the first time they’d get to spend any meaningful amount of time together. Waiting until his embrace was returned, feeling a pair of wings nervously pat his back, he withdrew and beamed. It was rare for him to entertain company, and rarer still for said company to be a friend of Thunder’s!
Shying back, he gave a small bow and motioned to his living room. “Come on in! The food is almost done.”
Soarin hesitated for only a moment before wiping off his hooves and trotting inside. “Thanks.”
“There he is!” Thunder bleated, practically charging out from the kitchen to greet his buddy. “Surprised you’re on time for once!”
Giving his buddy a hoofbump, Soarin smirked. “Says the stallion who’s late for everything.”
As the pair laughed and playfully butted heads, Alex smiled and watched the exchange. He really was happy for the opportunity to get to know Soarin a little better, but he’d be lying if he said there wasn’t an ulterior motive at play. According to Thunder, his fellow Wonderbolt had expressed an interest in him.
The claim was dubious for a number of reasons. For starters, Soarin was as straight as an arrow, only sleeping with or having an eye for mares, and he’d never done anything even remotely sexual with a guy of any species - secondly and just as prudently, the assertion was coming from Thunder, a notorious bullshit artist who liked to pull Alex’s leg. Joke or not, the bold accusation had led to a little experiment earlier that day.
Alex glanced at the sofa and the garment hung over its arm. Instead of going to the buckball match in a jersey to support his favorite team, the Manehattan Maniacs, he’d worn something a little different. The crop top, skirt, and leggings had fit him like a glove, and they were a mirror copy of those the cheerleaders were wearing, which wasn’t at all surprising. One of, if not the only drawback to being a wholly unique species in Equestria was that it was pretty hard to get garments that fit well - that said, Thunder had ordered the attire specifically for the occasion.
“Don’t break anything, you two,” he tutted, seeing Soarin get Thunder in a headlock.
“Yes - Ack - dear,” Thunder choked before tapping out.
Relaxing his foreleg, Soarin chuckled. “She’s really got you on a short leash ~ eh?”
“He,” Thunder corrected. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times. Alex is a he.”
Soarin’s cheeks darkened as he fidgeted uncomfortably. “S…sorry about that, Alex. I didn’t mean to -”
“Oh please,” Alex laughed. “Don’t sweat it! If I had a bit for every time I got called a chick, I’d have at least a few hundred bits.”
“R…really?” Soarin sputtered, taken aback by the admission. “I c…could see why in Equestria - you know, since humans don’t really exist here, but on Earth?”
Proudly brushing his hair back, Alex struck a confident pose. “Takes a lot of work to look this good.”
“It’s true,” Thunder chimed in, “he’s quite the little cardio bunny. You don’t get an ass like that without doing plenty of squats.”
“And bridges!” Alex chirped, pivoting and smacking his backside. Seeing he held Soarin’s undivided attention, he thrust his hips forward while hooking a thumb over his waistband. “If you don’t believe me, I could…”
Soarin’s face went beet red, his eyes widened, and he stiffened as Alex pulled his shorts down to reveal a bare hip. “I…I d…don’t think you h…have -”
“He’s kidding,” Thunder guffawed trotting over and clapping a wing to his buddy’s back. “Alex might be a bit of a flirt, but he’d never do something as crazy as stripping naked ~ would you, Alex?”
It took everything Alex had not to grin like an absolute idiot. “Of course not!”
As if Soarin sputtering and tripping over his words wasn’t enough of a giveaway, it’s what he hadn’t consciously done that had proved Thunder right. Alex genuinely hadn’t been sure about the allegations he’d heard, but damned if he hadn’t been proven wrong on the spot. Gradually peeking and emerging from its sheath, the pegasus’ excitement was undeniable.
Alex’s mouth began to water at the sight of Soarin’s stallionhood. Lord help him, he was beyond salvation. While he could have lived the rest of his life and died a very happy man with Thunder, having his insides rearranged on a daily basis, the idea of being with two studs at the same time was something he’d dreamt about for ages - in fact, it was one of the reasons he’d agreed to go to the buckball match made up like a cheerleader! Straddling the couch’s arm, he slid over, seated himself, and patted the empty cushion next to him.
“You two want to get comfy?” he asked, looking between the duo. “It’s going to be a minute until the dip is done.”
Thunder met his gaze and hopped into the recliner. “I hope you’re hungry, Soarin, because Alex has made quite the spread.”
“Mmmhmm,” Alex softly affirmed. “Gotta make sure you studs get plenty to eat.”
“Well I am h…hungry,” Soarin noted as he crossed through the room and hopped onto the sofa beside Alex.
Alex and Thunder shared a knowing glance and smirked. They really were happy with one another, and they were in a closed relationship, although they weren’t above making an exception. Aside from Soarin basically being a brother to Thunder, there was something indescribably sinful about tempting an allegedly straight stallion to broaden his horizons.
Sliding over just a hair, Alex smiled over at Soarin. “After hearing so much about you, it’s like I almost know you already.”
“I h…hope you didn’t hear anything too bad,” Soarin anxiously laughed.
“Not at all!” Alex enthusiastically replied. “You know, honestly, the most surprising thing to me is that you’re still single - like, if you really are single.”
“He is,” Thunder clucked. “Poor guy can’t bag a marefriend to -”
“Oh shut it,” Soarin snapped while lobbing a pillow over at his buddy. “Getting a marefriend isn’t the easiest thing in the world!”
Alex reached over and rubbed the stallion’s shoulder. “I can believe it - still, with a body and face like yours, it’s pretty wild.”
Soarin reared back and stared at him. “A…are you saying I’m h…hot?”
“Would you be offended if I said yes?” Alex smoothly countered.
Glancing lower and seeing Soarin’s endowment twitch, he giggled like a schoolfilly. He couldn’t understand it at all, but it was like most Equestrians didn’t register casual displays of arousal. On more occasions than he could count, he’d seen stallions get wood while talking to mares, or mares who started winking uncontrollably while chatting with stallions, and he found it endlessly entertaining. Maybe it was because they were desensitized to spending most of their time nude, or perhaps there was some social nuance at play that completely eluded him - in either case, seeing his guest’s hardening dick was both thrilling and wildly inspirational.
“N…no,” Soarin responded after a moment, “it’s actually k…kind of flattering.”
“Watch it,” Thunder warned, pointing a wing over at his buddy. “If you start telling him that, you better be prepared for real flirting.”
Dismissively waving a hand, Alex nonchalantly pressed himself to Soarin’s side. “Don’t listen to him, he’s just jealous that I’m sitting with somepony else.”
“Pffft - you wish,” Thunder teased before hopping out of his chair. “Either of you want a cider?”
Soarin freed a wing and lifted it into the air. “I’ll take one.”
“I’m good,” Alex answered, keeping himself plastered against Soarin.
He’d meant what he’d said, and he’d said what he’d meant. Soarin was a particularly fine specimen of a stallion, having both rugged good looks and an athletic build, and it was a bit shocking that he was single. Drawing a breath through his nose, he sighed and pretended to close his eyes.
Yeah, Soarin might not have been as big and beefy as Thunder, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t easy on the eyes - add to that his striking emerald eyes and shades of blue on his coat, mane, and tail, and he was all the more alluring. Peering down the stallion’s chest, he surreptitiously studied the stud’s goods. It was a bit questionable to shamelessly inspect one’s guest’s equipment, but he couldn’t help himself - after all, he considered himself a connoisseur of pony packages.
Though Soarin was far from fully erect, Alex got a rough idea of what the stallion was packing. Covered in cerulean flesh, a darker tone than the sheath at its base, the lightly pulsing cock was quite impressive - not as big as Thunder’s, but impressive all the same. Resisting the urge to do anything too forward, he ran a hand up and down the stallion’s chest.
“Are - Cough - all humans so friendly?” Soarin croaked.
Alex shook his head and smiled up at him. “Not really, but I’m not like most humans.”
“Alright, I got - dude!” Thunder cawed as he trotted back into the living room. “I’m gone for two minutes and you two are practically making out!”
“Are not!” Soarin and Alex proclaimed in unison.
Sharing a shocked look, they went silent before bursting into a fit of laughter. That was one of the few things that hadn’t been planned, and Alex was endlessly entertained by it. Soarin probably - no, couldn’t have realized it, but his gracious hosts had a few little tests in store for him, and he’d already failed the first.
Upping the ante, Alex swung a leg over Soarin’s thigh and pawed at his chest while looking back at Thunder. “You might not have been jealous before, but now you are,” he snickered. “Green’s not a good color for you, honey, but on Soarin…”
A wolfish grin split his features as he turned his gaze up to Soarin’s blushing face. He really wasn’t one to come onto somepony like a drunken prom date, but this was too much fun - so fun that it should have been illegal. Shifting slightly, he rubbed his calf against the stallion’s coin purse. If he was asked, he could always play off the move as a harmless accident, just an innocent mishap - if he wasn’t, he was going to see how far his guest was willing to go before he was stopped.
“Anyways, yeah, so you were a little sloppy on that double-barrel roll, Soarin,” Thunder glibly remarked.
Grimacing, Soarin falteringly thrust a wing in Thunder’s direction. “A…and you didn’t execute that corkscrew as well as you c…could have!”
“Must be hard,” Alex whispered, giving a bit of extra emphasis to the final word. Waiting until Soarin quirked a brow, he laced his fingers behind the stud’s neck. “Being a Wonderbolt.”
“It’s - uh…” Soarin gulped, too bashful or too nonplussed to stave off Alex’s advances. “It can be pretty hard sometimes.”
“It’s not that hard,” Thunder quipped before taking a sip of his cider. “It’s only hard if you put yourself in a tight spot.”
Alex lightly rolled his hips forward and back, grinding his groin over Soarin’s thigh. “Have you been in many tight spots before?”
“A…a few,” Soarin stammered.
Looking over his shoulder at the rigid cock swaying in the air, Alex licked his lips. “For a big stallion like you, I think most spots would be pretty tight.”
Soarin brought his wings to Alex’s shoulders and gently pushed him aside. “I - oh jeez. I gotta use the little colt’s room.”
“You know where it is,” Thunder said as he waved his bottle to an open doorway leading deeper into the flat.
Without skipping a beat and giving neither of his hosts any time to say a thing, Soarin hopped from the couch and cantered - cantered to the restroom. It would have been hilarious, if it hadn’t been as provocative as it was. Alex and Thunder locked eyes, sharing a moment of mute amusement, before Alex placed his feet on the floor and stood.
“I’m gonna go get comfortable,” Alex breathed, keeping his voice low.
Thunder scrunched his snout. “You’re supposed to wait until after the food is ready…”
Sashaying away, Alex flipped his hair back. “With as much meat on the menu, I don’t think I can wait anymore.”
He glanced over as he passed Thunder, seeing his lover’s immense dick swelling with every beat of his heart, Alex hastened his pace. He had wanted to take things slow, to draw out the game for as long as he could, if there was going to be a game, although his impatience and libido had ultimately gotten the better of him. Sometimes, it was best to quit with the subtleties and go straight for the throat - this was one such time.
Only slowing by the bathroom, if only to ensure he wasn't heard, he tiptoed into his bedroom, silently closed the door, then quietly danced in place. Yeah, this was going to be a blast. If Soarin had gotten worked up over him being friendly, he couldn’t wait to see what the stud’s reaction would be when he pulled out his trump card. As he moved to the bed and the garments he’d laid out for himself, his pucker twitched with anticipation.
Dinner wasn’t the only thing he’d done to get ready for his guest. As soon as he’d gotten back from the game, and after concocting the wondrously depraved idea, he’d put himself to work. A shower had been first, ensuring he was clean in every way necessary, but that was the easy part; the trickiest part, other than seducing his mate’s friend, was selecting the proper attire for the occasion.
He moved with a purpose, stripping out of his clothes and flinging them over to the hamper, but slowed when a sudden movement caught his eye. As he looked to the side and saw his reflection in the mirror above his vanity, a sense of pride welled up within him. While he tried his best not to be arrogant, having been smacked to reality by his hubris on more than one occasion, he’d freely admit that he looked good - damn good.
His figure was sylph-like and effeminate, a far departure from the type of body most men strive for, and his dirty-blonde locks were long and exquisitely luscious. Turning in place, he ran a hand down his side and to his hip while he inspected himself. With a shapely ass, cute little package, and a toned physique, he was the very definition of a slender twink.
Facing the bed, he eyed his attire and grinned from ear to ear. He could spend as much time as he wanted admiring himself later - for now, he had something much more important to do. Moving to his bedside, he bent forward, plucked a garment from his bed, and began making himself presentable.
It usually wouldn’t take him long to get dressed, simply throwing on a shirt and shorts or a skirt, although this was a special event. With his attire in place, he scampered to his vanity and seated himself on his stool. There was a way for him to gild the lily, to put the cherry on top, and he’d be darned if he wasn’t going to pull out all the stops for his questionably straight guest.
By the time he was finished, everything was perfect. The crimson lipstick, hint of blush, and eye liner elevated his beauty into the stratosphere, making him look more like a model than a young man, and the black, lacy bra, panties, garter belt, and leggings only added to his appeal. With nothing more to be done, he sauntered out and into the hallway.
He stopped at the end of the corridor and peeked out into the living room. One small benefit of his relatively brief departure was that Soarin had long since finished his trip to the bathroom and returned to the den. The two stallions were chatting about something, laughing and likely bullying one another. What they were talking about was a mystery, and it was almost a shame that he was going to derail their conversation - almost.
“Sorry about that,” Alex announced as he nonchalantly strutted into view and to the sofa. “I thought I’d slip into something a bit more fitting for the occasion.”
Soarin’s reaction couldn’t have been more perfect. His jaw nearly hit the floor, his eyes nearly bulged out of his head, and his cock, which just so happened to still be hard, gave the smallest gout of pre-cum. It was probably for the best that Alex hadn’t found some mystical way to make himself even sexier than he already was - if he had, the poor stallion may have spontaneously jizzed purely from the sight of him.
Seating himself, Alex cozied up to Soarin’s side and played it cool. “What’d I miss?”
Thunder nodded and bit back a grin. “Soarin was just telling me how he hoped you were gonna come out naked.”
“Get out,” Alex gasped, feigning shock. “Soarin, you want to see little old me in the buff?”
Soarin wouldn’t or couldn’t reply, entering something like a state of shock - shock that was only broken when his stallionhood jerked and smacked against his belly. When he tried to speak, the only sound to escape him was an unintelligible muttering that didn’t make the slightest bit of sense. It would have been a sad state of affairs, seeing such an illustrious flier so frazzled, had it not been so thrilling.
Receiving no reply to his question, Alex stood and stepped away from the sofa. For the second time in short order, it was time to go off script. He’d intended to take things slowly, only doing anything even remotely lewd after they’d had a few snacks and gotten to know one another, although lecherous times called for lecherous measures.
He stepped to the center of the room, just beside the small coffee table, and spun on his heel to face his gobsmacked guest. There were any number of things he could have done, but it only felt right to show himself off. After everything he’d done to get ready, languishing for hours over what to wear, his guest deserved a little show.
“You like it?” he purred, drawing his hands down his chest. “Thunder picked it out for me a while ago.”
Giving a small snort, Thunder readjusted in his seat. “You should wear it more often.”
Alex opened his mouth to protest, to tell Thunder that being gussied up wouldn’t be special if he did it every day, but he kept his lips sealed and continued sensually rubbing himself. As he went to turn his focus back to Soarin, his eyes lingered on his lover’s cock. No, he wasn’t about to get distracted - not when he had a guest to entertain.
Turning his back to Soarin, he took a broad stance, leaned forward, and peered between his parted legs at the pegasus. “I was gonna ask, were you really looking at me throughout the show?”
Soarin numbly nodded. “Y…yeah.”
That one word, the smallest admission that Thunder had been right about his friend, sent a bolt of gratification through Alex. He couldn’t care less if he’d been wrong about Soarin - on the contrary, he’d hoped he was wrong about Soarin. Thunder wasn’t the type who’d let him go out and sleep with another stallion, especially somepony he didn’t know, but he’d admitted that he could make an exception for his friend.
“Even if I have this?” Alex softly pressed as he drew a hand up his thigh and to his package.
Nodding for a second time, Soarin gulped. “Uh…uh-huh…”
Sweet Celestia - Alex had fantasized about something like this happening for ages. It was one thing to seduce and bed a stallion who was into guys, be they ponies or otherwise, it was altogether different to beguile a straight stud. Whipping back around and falling to his knees, finding it nearly impossible to contain himself, he lazily crawled over to Soarin.
“If you want,” he cooed, gliding his cheek up Soarin’s inner thigh, “I could - you know…”
Though his approach to entice Soarin had all the subtlety of a brick, there was a right and wrong way to move things forward. Simply asking the stallion if he wanted a blowjob was boorish, the sort of thing a whore would do, and that was beneath him. Bringing his face to the stud’s groin, stopping just a hair’s breadth from the pulsing stallionhood and weighty, cum-filled balls, he drew a breath through his nose and shivered.
Soarin smelled nice - like, really nice. He could tell the stud had showered after the show, which was expected, yet the masculine, virile scent that filled his lungs was something that simply couldn’t be washed away. Feeling like he was about to lose his marbles, with his lust-addled mind strained to the breaking point, he inched forward, dipped his head, and gave Soarin’s package a small, almost ephemeral kiss.
The sensation of warm, hairless flesh against his lips was what ultimately broke him - nevertheless, he didn’t fully lose his composure. Dragging his tongue up Soarin’s nuts, he balanced on one arm and reached up to touch the stud’s length. To heck with it - now that he’d fully committed himself, there was no point in dragging things out any further.
Soarin peered down at him all the while, breathing heavily and sitting stark still, as he did what he did best. There’d been a time when he’d be nervous to worship a stallion, but that felt like a lifetime ago. After all the things he and Thunder had done together, it would take something unthinkable to throw him off his A-game.
“B…buck,” Soarin sighed as his hips twitched.
“If you like his hands…” Thunder mused while allowing Soarin’s mind to wander.
Continuing to stroke Soarin off, Alex backed away and moved his hand lower. Thunder, like usual, had made a darn good point. His hands were something that separated him from ponykind, ten slender digits which apparently felt phenomenal compared to a hard, unyielding hoof, although they were just the tip of the iceberg.
Soarin’s expression was priceless, a mixture of awe and barely-kept arousal, and it spurred Alex onward like few things ever had. Like a fine wine or cognac, this was a moment he was going to savor. Opening his mouth and extending his tongue, he gingerly pulled his guest’s stallionhood downward and to his face.
While Soarin might not have been quite as gifted as Thunder, he was still packing more than any human ever could. At nearly a foot long and over two inches wide, his stallionhood was incredible. Looking down the cannon-like length, feeling the broad cock-head against his lips, and with musk filling his sinuses, Alex groaned as he made out with the winged stud’s dick.
How Soarin was able to sit still while someone was pleasing him was anyone’s guess, but Alex used his stupified state to his benefit. Working the blunt tip of stallionhood into his muzzle, he bobbed his head and relished the velvety flesh against his tongue. Faint traces of sweat mingled with the salty flavor of pre-cum on his palate, adding another sensory element to the exchange, while he looked up and into Soarin’s eyes.
Regardless of species, there weren’t many guys in this world or any other who didn’t like watching themselves getting sucked off, and Soarin was no exception. Slowly and shudderingly, almost as though it was nervous to show itself, a smirk split his muzzle. Alex couldn’t say exactly what was going to happen, whether he’d be allowed to suck the stud off or if he’d end up getting a face-fucking, but that was part of the fun - in any case, it was satisfying to see his guest was enjoying himself.
Slipping one hand down to lovingly cradle and fondle Soarin’s balls, he forced his head forward and worked several inches of stallionhood into his maw. On and on he went, filling his throat as he crept closer and closer to the stallion’s groin. Some might call him determined, others might call him crazy - for him, it was simply a matter of putting his money where his mouth was and proving he was more than just a piece of eye candy.
Alex nearly gagged when he reached the shaft’s base, his lips stretched around the trunk-like root and nose pressed to the pony’s crotch, but he didn’t relent. It was only then, inspired by the sight of his endowment disappearing into the young man’s face, did Soarin finally stir. Extending one wing downward, Soarin beamed and stroked Alex’s cheek.
“And you thought I was pulling your leg,” Thunder haughtily noted.
Briefly looking up and over at his friend, Soarin shrugged. “To be fair, most mares can’t even handle somepony my size.”
“I didn’t know they could handle being around you at all,” Thunder teased.
Though Alex couldn’t turn to look back at his lover, the praise caused his heart to skip a beat. The implication was that this wasn’t the first time Thunder had spoken about his talents before, and that was all the motivation he needed to continue. Withdrawing just enough to get a sip of air, he shot a wink up at Soarin before he started to bob his head.
He had no shame in admitting he’d gotten darn good at how to get a stallion off - so much so that Thunder swore he was the best lay he’d ever had. Slurping and moaning around Soarin’s length, he worked its sensitive underside with his tongue. Sucking dick was an art, he’d vehemently argue that, and he was going to prove it.
Sliding forward just a bit, to the very edge of the sofa, Soarin lightly thrust into Alex’s face. There wasn’t all that much he could do, what with him being seated and all, but the fact that he was taking a more active part was quite telling for a straight stallion. Alex doubted that the stud would swear off mares for good, but maybe - just maybe he’d become open enough to go out and find himself a cute, effeminate coltfriend at some point.
The good news was that there was that Alex’s ploy had gone off without a hitch - the bad news was that he was so caught up that he briefly forgot that there was more than one stallion present. A soft chuckle was all the warning he got before his panties were pulled to the side. Thunder was supposed to spectate and, at most, snap a few pictures - then again, seeing as how he’d deviated from the plan himself, he couldn’t really blame the stud.
Pressing his snout to Alex’s rear, Thunder hummed. “Since you forgot about the appetizers, I think I’ll just…”
Alex’s eyelids fluttered when a thick, powerful tongue slid over his balls, up his taint, and to his quivering entrance. Far be it for him to object to Thunder getting involved, particularly if it meant being a snack for the big guy! Bracing his legs and arching his back, he lifted his hips for his lover’s impromptu meal.
Getting a rim-job from anyone was always a treat, but getting a rim-job from a pony - holy heck, that was something to write home about. Not only was a stallion’s tongue thicker and longer than a person’s, but the way they used it was amazing. Bucking back against Thunder’s face, Alex enthusiastically swabbed his throat with Soarin’s shaft.
Alex enjoyed a great many things about his life in Equestria, ranging from the fresh air and pleasant weather to the lack of social media, but there was one thing he adored more than anything else - stallions. Submitting himself to a big, hunky stud simply couldn’t be beat, and he wouldn’t have traded it for the world. Though he adored Thunder with all his heart, and was always left satisfied, being able to live out a fantasy by being between two of the gorgeous creatures drove him wild.
He’d found himself in more than a few sixty-nines with Thunder before, oftentimes when the stallion was feasting on his ass, yet that paled in comparison to engaging a pair of stallions at the same time. With his throat bulging, eyes watering, and jaw beginning to ache, he caved to his desires. There was a small chance that he was going to regret this later, quite possibly while walking with a limp, but that didn’t hinder him in the slightest.
Balanced on one arm, he cradled Soarin’s balls and wondered just how productive the stud was. Could he cum as much as Thunder? Would he be satisfied after a single round? Did he prefer giving facials or having his jizz swallowed? While he mutely pondered on his new friend’s preferences, the interior of his panties grew slick with pre-cum.
The scene was nothing short of depraved, even if there was nobody there to fully appreciate it. A lone human, small by any standard, on his hands and knees between two well-built stallions in their prime. Alex juggled the duo like a pro, walking the tightrope of enjoying himself while ensuring they were having a good time, and he grew more feverish as the seconds drew into minutes.
Alex could have - would have been happy to stay where he was for hours, although he was far from the only party involved. Stepping back and away, Thunder withdrew from him. He tried to look back, to twist his head to see what his lover was doing, but it was impossible to pull off with nearly a foot of cock lodged in his gullet.
In the blink of an eye, a pair of hooves locked over his hips and a tremendous weight settled on his hips. Well, that answered one question. Instead of biding his time and waiting until things moved to the bedroom, Thunder had made it abundantly clear that his patience had worn out - that or he was going to ensure Soarin didn’t get anything better than a blowjob and sloppy seconds.
“Dude, you’re - Mmmph - gonna rut him right here?’ Soarin rasped.
Alex couldn’t see it, but he could feel Thunderlane shrug. “Don’t see why not. I figure I may as well prove I can fuck the cum out of him - you know, since you didn’t believe that either.”
Blood rushed to Alex’s face, and his motions faltered. There was no doubt about it, Thunder had definitely been talking about him behind his back - sure, he didn’t mind it, but having the stud reveal just how much of a butt-slut he was was a little embarrassing. Musing on how many of his secrets had been unveiled, he tensed when what could only be a fist-sized tip of stallionhood kissed his backdoor.
Draping himself over Alex’s back, Thunder brought his muzzle to his lover’s ear. “Ready, babe?”
“Mmmph hmmmf,” Alex grunted around Soarin’s dick.
Soarin cleared his throat and drew the couple’s attention before they consummate their love for one another. “Hey - um - d…do you mind if I - you know…”
Peaking a brow, Thunder cocked his head. “No - no, I don’t know. How about you speak your feelings, Soarin…”
“Like, ok,” Soarin defeatedly sighed as he peered down at Alex’s face. “You mind if I do a bit of the work?”
Alex pushed himself up and cleared his mouth, positively ecstatic to hear the proposal. “Of course! Thunder, hop off for just a second.”
Doing as he’d been asked, Thunder dismounted from him and took several steps back. Sucking somepony off while getting his brains screwed out would have been great under any circumstances, yet getting truly spit-roasted, getting his face and ass plowed in tandem, would be the best way to go about it. Moving in reverse, he shuffled backward and gave both of the stallions plenty of room to maneuver.
“If you get too rough, I’ll give your inner thigh a pat,” Alex giddily stated.
“Too rough - Hah,” Thunder laughed. “Soarin, if you somehow manage to be too rough with him, I’ll buy you a drink.”
“You’re on,” Soarin chirped with a grin.
Glancing back and forth between the pair, Alex smirked. Soarin hadn’t just become a bit more comfortable with the notion of fooling around with a guy, while also crossing the interspecies barrier, he was going to dive head first into the gay hijinks. Holding his head up and getting into position, he lolled his tongue out and expectantly waggled his tush.
Thunder and Soarin looked to one another, smiled, and nodded before moved. With a small grunt, Alex held himself up as the duo mounted him. All he had to do was keep his arms locked straight, hold himself steady, and try not to pass out - which may have been easier said than done. It was no exaggeration to say he’d lost consciousness mid-coitus before, and something told him that his exchange was going to test his limits.
He should have known that the duo would work well with one another, given that they’d been teammates for years, yet their coordination was staggering. The moment Thunder and Soarin were in place, their stallionhoods pressed to his lips and pucker respectively, the pair drove their lengths into him. The two-fold penetration was godly, making him thankful that his only concerns were to enjoy himself while trying not to collapse.
Things started slowly enough, with Thunder and Soarin alternating thrusts, although their relaxed pace wrought havoc upon him. Within seconds, he was teetering on the brink of release - something that his lover took keen note of. As a pair of wings wandering down his sides and around to his chest, delicately caressing and tweaking his nipples, his waning resolve crumbled.
Gagging and sputtering, he spasmed slightly and shot rope after rope of jizz down to the carpet. This was bad. They’d only just started, having gone at it for no more than a few minutes, and he’d already blown a load. He fought through his bliss and steeled himself, willing his lips, tongue, and stuffed hole to please the twosome for all his worth.
“You’re - Nnnm - a lucky guy, Thunder,” Soarin huffed while picking up speed.
Changing the angle of his thrusts ever so slightly, Thunder ground his medial ring against Alex’s p-spot. “Darn right I am.”
There were few times in Alex’s life when he could say he was gratified on every conceivable level, but this was definitely one of them. He was being used by two - two adonic studs at the same time, and he could already tell that he’d be getting off to memories of this moment for years to come. Getting his second wind, he swung his weight forward and back between the pair.
Thunder and Soarin were happy to oblige, railing his face and ass harder and faster with each passing second. His only regret, if he had to name one, was that he wouldn’t have a video memorializing the occasion - be that as it may, he could always broach the subject if or when they had a second threesome. With ropes of drool and pre-cum dangling from his chin, and a hefty set of balls smacking against his coin purse, his mind drifted into a blissful haze.
The sound of heavy grunts and flesh smacking flesh, the melange of sex and sweat in the air, the taste against his tongue, the feeling of being dominated - heck, even the sight of Soarin’s underbelly - each and every facet was glorious. He really couldn’t tell how long it had been since he’d come down from his initial climax, but the second rocked some sense into him. Whimpering and trying not to choke, he rode out his rapture while the stallions became more and more intense.
This was heaven, it was as simple as that, and it was exactly what he’d been keeping his fingers crossed for. This was where he belonged, on all fours while getting spit-roasted by two incredible studs - sure, it wasn’t something anyone could do or enjoy, but that only made it better for him. There were few people who could accomplish something so decadently hedonistic, and fewer still who’d actually pulled it off, making him incredibly grateful to be in Equestria.
Thunder and Soarin ultimately switched up their routine, bucking in tandem and plowing him with perilously little restraint. He knew they had to be getting close, what with just how hard they were going at it, although it wasn’t until he sensed the stallionhood flaring in his gullet that he realized the time had come. Seconds after Soarin howled and hilted his face, flooding his stomach with foal-batter, Thunder hilted his ass and growled.
Being claimed by one stallion was always enough to push him over the edge - acting as a cum-dumpster for two studs nearly broke him. Cumming harder than he ever had in his life, it was all he could do to pray his arms wouldn’t give out beneath him. Blinking away stars in his vision, he hung his head and gazed down at himself.
He must have been a mess, covered in sweat and smelling musky as all get-out, but parts of him had fared better than others. His belly, normally flat and toned, sagged heavily beneath him. There was no way for him to know exactly how much jizz had been pumped into him from both ends, although the sheer weight of his bloated gut led him to believe it had to be upwards of a gallon.
“Crap,” Thunder hissed. “See, this is why we should’ve stuck to the plan.”
Hauling enough of his softening length free to allow Alex to breathe, Soarin stepped back. “Something wrong?”
“I was gonna put a plug in his ass, but it’s all good,” Thunder grumbled. “Soarin, just so you know, you get to help us clean up before we eat.”
Alex gasped when Soarin’s flare popped from his maw. “I…I - Cough - think I’m good…”
He wasn’t kidding around. The amount of nut he’d just been filled with left him stuffed in a literal sense. Rocking back and falling onto his knees when the stallions gave him some room, he went to wipe his face with a forearm and paused. It was a little silly, and it might just be crossing a line, but he was hit with an idea that was too perfect to pass up.
“Soarin,” he wheezed, waving the stallion closer, “c’mere.”
A curious look crossed Soarin’s face, but that didn’t stop him from stepping closer. Alex struck like a serpent, leaping forward and locking lips with the stud with preternatural speed. Capping things off with a kiss, even if they all intended to hang out and relax afterwards, was the only way to finish off such an impassioned exchange.
Soarin only resisted for a heartbeat before kissing him back. They could have - heck, probably would have continued making out for some time, had it not been for one thing. Chuckling loudly, Thunder trotted over and wrapped his wings around their shoulders.
“Still say you’re not gay?” Thunder snickered.
Breaking the kiss, Soarin bashfully rubbed the back of his neck. “M…maybe just -”
“Nope,” Alex chimed in. “It’s only gay if he does it a second time and enjoys it. A one-off doesn’t count.”
The trio chuckled then openly laughed at the assertion. Gay or not, it was obvious that they’d all had a good time. As Soarin and Thunder helped Alex up, supporting the young man like a newborn fawn, an unspoken question hung over the trio ~ what was going to happen after they’d all had a chance to recover…
