Darius snorted. He was jealous. His huge hooves clopped on the golden oak floor under the dining room table as he shifted, two of his thick fingers scratched his pendulous nuts. Yeah, the porno he was watching was hot. The big bull on screen was getting railed by a little corgi who was nipping and yapping in excited growls of pleasure. The moans from the bull echoed out of the tiny laptop speakers into the large dining room. The equine fingered his huge balls appreciatively, feeling the soft fur of his hide, thinner there but hot with blood and pleasure, keeping his foal makers save and warm. The equine cock he sported was plumped up with blood, and yeah, he liked the porn, but he was jealous. He wanted that bull, but reality was different. He didn't have him. The corgi did, and that was that. He was horned up and had stumbled on this, his favorite of all his porn collection and it was making him really horny. After all, it had been at least three days since he'd been buried in a tight hole, and he needed that right now.
Desperately.
But he couldn't. No. He was house sitting, and as nice as it would be to bring someone over here and plow them nice and deep, he couldn't do that. At least not inside the house. He had no compunctions about railing someone outside. That was a possibility, but while a lot of furs didn't mind getting caught in flagrante delecto in public, the type Darius liked probably would mind it, and be pissed about even being asked to do so. Nice big beefy daddy bulls had a bit of a inferiority complex at the best of times, and having someone watch them be the filly to a hung stallion rankled their nerves.
The Clydesdale wanted nothing more than to plow the back forty with a muscled bull, especially one like the one he was watching. He'd love to take that corgi's place in this porno. The big bull obviously had no problems letting someone go balls deep in front of a camera, and he was so deliciously hot. Short gray fur, nice thick pecs, bulging arms, bright white front facing curled horns, and that ass flexed and moved with expert precision. It wasn't just his body that was hot either, no, it was his camera presence. Sultry moans, blazing stares, and encouraging orders made this one hot porn. It also didn't hurt that he had his little black spot, almost like a spade right on the left side of his muzzle. Darius was mesmerized by that. In short, he was a hot bottom bull.
Now not only was Darius horny, he was frustrated as well as jealous. It was also late. So late as to be early, and it was getting even later with each boring jealous filled minute that passed. With a huge snort and a sigh Darius stretched and then yawned, his chestnut coat shifting as corded muscled rippled beneath it. He was hungry, and the Chinese food delivery guy should be here soon with his snow peas tofu and mushrooms. At least he had the day off tomorrow and didn't have to worry about work. That was one small miracle.
With final nickering sigh he closed the laptop the deep moaning and excited canine cried were silenced and the sight of beefy getting railed was put away. Darius's dick was plump enough as it was, the mottle pink and black shaft was his pride and joy, but, that didn't mean he was a show off. The guy could be here any minute and then...
There was a sharp rapping at the front door. "Shit" he muttered to himself. He stood up and shuffled his hooves into the soft covers he should have been wearing. "Coming!" He bellowed, his deep voice echoing throughout the large house. Priceless antiques adorned the house, the reason he was here, acting as a living security alarm. He picked his way through the hall, rubbing his green eyes, and trying hard not to knock anything over.
With a soft swish, the cotton lounging shorts were shuffled on just as he got to the door.. The thin tank top slid over his head and mane, the fabric straining across his broad chest. The fabric slightly stained from sweat as he had walked over here. He'd have to shower before bed. The stench of hot horse filled the air, and while Darius didn't mind his own smell, the feline owner of this house probably would.
He fingered the porch light switch switch a flick of his finger hoof. He checked himself one last time. He should have stopped watching that porn a long time ago, his fat cock was barely concealed behind the gray coverings of his shorts. Oh well, there was nothing for it. With a swift pull he opened the door and froze.
Darius blinked a few times. Standing in front of him was the exact bull he had watched on his computer screen not more than a minute before. That black spade on the muzzle giving him away immediately.
"That'll be $13.45."
The bovine looked up, his grey eyes blankly neutral as he looked at the hunky horse in front of him, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took in the funk of the equine scent of sweat and musk. He was wearing the logo-ed t-shirt of "Chen's Eatery," and skin-tight blue jeans that hugged his muscled form perfectly. He was a living breathing bovine dream wearing a sexy little outfit that obviously was planned to show himself off. Well, wearing was a light word. The shirt barely contained the hulk standing in front of him. While not tall, the bull was big. Big boned, big muscled, and from what Darius had seen on the laptop screen a little bit ago, big balled as well.
Darius blinked rapidly at a loss for words.
"Uh..."
It wasn't winning repartee, that was for sure, but for the life of him, Darius couldn't think of anything to say. He just dumbly reached for the money on the side table next to him, and handed it over.
The food delivery bull obviously was in no hurry and began to smile, sensing the other male's attraction, or so he thought. "Something the matter there handsome?" He intoned handing the food bag over. His eyes flicked down to the horses crotch. Heat spread through Darius's muzzle as well as his loins. He was getting hard. He loved being watched and admired, it was why he worked out so much, and so fourteen inches of thick equine cock began to throb to life, and that is something that is a little hard to hide. For once he was embarrassed at being caught out, and shook himself out of his stupor and grinned to himself. There was absolutely no harm in a little flirtation, and if he played his cards right, he might just get lucky.
"Heh, well, there wasn't until you got here. I've seen your work Mr. Rocko."
The bull froze and frowned a little. "Oh God. Not another one. Just don't call me a fag."
Darius blinked. "Uh no, you misunderstand me." His big paw went to his crotch and he fondled his long equine phallus slightly. The smile returned to the bovine features and the bull's teeth flashed white as he grinned back.
Darius huffed and bent down close. "You see, the problem is, I need something other than food, but, I'm house sitting." The house had a small yard, this neighborhood having been built in the 1890's, and back then not many people had use for yards. "Home Alone and Horny' was awesome, but I very much want to see if you can take something bigger than a corgi. Maybe go for a pony ride. But, we'd have to do around the back, not inside. You game?"
The bull's eyes twinkled, his voice melodious and deep. "Ah. That kind of trouble, which to my way of thinking is no trouble at all. Let me guess, now that you have your veggies you want some beef too, and maybe give me a nice big tip." The bull paw was firm and adventurous, his fingers tracing around Darius's medial ring through the thin shorts sending a shiver down Darius's spine all the way to the tip of his tail. He couldn't contain himself much longer. A black and pink mottled cock began to snake even further down his leg as the implications of what the bull was saying urged him on.
Darius shook his forelock out of his eyes. "That's right little bull, I want to give you a nice BIG tip. Trot that cute little tail of yours around to the back. I'll meet you there, or is it meat you there, and arrange the transaction. It'll be a little gratuity. From me, to you."
The hearty chuckle and clop of hooves as the bull made his way around the back of the house made Darius's cock absolutely sing with pleasure. He made his way quickly, but carefully around the Victorian furniture inside the house to the back door. With another flick of a light switch the little patio was softly illuminated, the fluorescent orange bug light ticking and flickering before settling into a nice warm glow. Rocko was standing there, the white shirt only slightly lighter than his light gray fur.
Even though it was warm out, Darius felt a chill of excitement. In front of him was three hundred muscled pounds of willing bitch. Even now Rocko kicked off his hoof shoes, his tail swishing in anticipation, the whipcord appendage slapping the back of his jeans. In three strides the Clyde was on him, his arms wrapping around the stocky yet hunky bull, pulling him close, the equine velvet lips pressing against the thick bovine ones. The kiss was exquisite. The bull tasted of warm cherries, probably from the chap stick he wore, and better yet, he submitted entirely to the big horse.
Darius huffed into the beefy muzzle as he pressed close, his cock now painfully erect, the tip pushed well past the hem of the shorts, a honey-thick line of pre dribbling down into his hock fur. The stallion pulled back and stared into the stormy dark gray eyes, rich with passion. "Ahh. So...what's a hot little porn star like you delivering take-out for?"
The big bull paw stroked along Darius's waist, the chestnut fur entrancing the monochrome bovine. His fingers traced invisible lines teasingly, and almost cloyingly inching down that soft fuzzy treasure trail with each pass. "Ah you know, gotta pay the bills and get those student loans paid for. The porn pays well, don't get me wrong, but I get bored sitting around my condo. My brother runs Cheng's for the family, and well, sometimes I get to meet nice aggressive....MMMF!" The dialog was cut short by an eager horse. Darius had hear enough. This guy was smart, educated, and into helping his family members out. The amount of sexiness the bull exuded to the equine before was just multiplied by ten.
For all of his submission, Rocko wasn't timid. He all but purred like a feline as he felt the equine rod of perfection straining against it's cloth confines as it pressed into his bulging thighs. Obviously the horse was hot for him, and that just made things better. He wasn't submissive, far from it. He'd just learned to take control in another way. Some bulls might think taking cock up the ass like a willing cow was submissive. No. Rocko saw it as power. HE was the one in control, and right now, he decided to exert a little. He pulled back, licking the horse's taste from his mouth, savoring it all the while. Grass, apples.
"Hrm, I do love a good pony ride big guy." He reached down and ripped his shirt off his body, flexing as he did so. The big guy just goggled at him obviously enjoying the show. With a wink of his silvery grey eye, he also bend over and de-panted himself, letting his huge orbs swing free, and they were huge. He wasn't all that endowed when it came to his cock, but he wasn't a top anyway so what did that matter. He did find guys loved to fondle his huge balls while ramming him though.
His tail flicked as he turned around, his own cock straining to be attended to. He ignored it for the time being and bent over one of the porch chars. "Lets see if you can do a better job than that little Cogi Johny huh?"
Darius pulled his tank top off and approached the bull languidly, his big hooves clopping on the concrete of the patio, the sound of it echoing off the walls. "Hrm, a better job? Oh yeah, I think I can do that. Since you are such the little expert, you know we equines like to fuck right?"
The bull just smirked, his tail arcing as he watched the big horse. His eyes were transfixed on that wadded piece of cloth. Rocko was hoping he had taken notes while watching that porn. While porn does involve some acting, in reality Rocko hadnt had to act. He had loved that session intensely. Johnny was passionate, and a dirty little guy. A few seconds later, Rocko knew that the horse had taken notes. No. He'd stolen the teachers handbook and cheated. He knew what tricks to play. Rocko was almost out of his element.
Darius took the wadded sweat stained cloth and shoved it into the bull's nose. While the action was the same the dialog of "You like that don't cha?" Was taken up a notch. "Breathe deep big guy. Smell that? Huh? Well that's the smell of me, the guy who's going to totally destroy your ass. I'm gonna make you mine. When you think of the word bitch, all you'll see is an image of yourself getting pounded.
Rocko inhaled. The powerful scent of draft stallion flooded his muzzle. Earth, sweat, funk, and fresh turned earth filled his being. Indeed he doubted he would ever associate power without smelling this smell again. The bovine grasped the hand holding the cloth and pressed it more firmly against his nostrils. He moaned and shuddered, a soft lowing sound deep in his massive chest.
"That's it my big guy, drink it in." The equine nickered. It was obscenely hot watching a five star porn actor drink in his stench. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocked and aimed it at the submissive bull. "Mind if I?"
One gray eye snapped open, and the contented smile was back. "Oh yes, please, in fact, set it up to record the whole thing while I....mm...get acquainted with your smell."
Quickly Darius set the phone up against a potted plant and got a good angle and hit record, then got back to business, and a good business it was at that. He had a bunch of prime beef in front of him, and he wasn't about to waste a minute just looking. No. He wanted a more intimate...taste to start. He knelt down behind the bull, the tail swishing excitedly over his mane. "Hrm, now perhaps I should get acquainted with you as well? Perhaps a little taste test?" Muscled beef butt was waiting in front of him. Round, hard, and unyielding. He nickered as he huffed and took an almost dainty sniff, his nose whiskers brushing against the grey fur. The bull have been working all day in the heat. The funky musk of horny bull was right in front of him. His snaked his rough broad tongue out and ran it from the dock of the tail and just around the star like pucker, taking in the taste of his conquest.
Oh this was heaven. That musk was strong. Nothing dainty about it, nothing submissive. Strong aggressive and masculine sweat and musk wafted over nares. Oak, leather, and again that cherry taste flooded his tongue. He lapped and caressed that deep muscular crevice finding it surprisingly yielding as Rocko relaxed under his administrations.
Muscles rippled along the horses sides as he shifted himself into a better position, his own tail swishing side to side as he dove in. Rocko bellowed a soft approving moo as the horse began to prepare him. "Oh wow. Ah...unf! Yeah. You like this big bull giving in to you, giving you all that power. Guess what horsey, I'm still in control."
The response was muffled. "Don't care, getting what I want. Shut up and enjoy or I stop." The bull chuckled back at the nickering response. "Ok ok. You win. And only because...ahhhhh yes right there....you are so much better than Johnny....ever think about a career in....ahhhhhhhh"
The response was lost. The horse had found the bulls weakness. Those big beef nuts swinging down were being caressed. Lovingly fingered. Darius dragged his thick nail around the bottom of each, lifting them up when he reached bottom, feeling the heft of them. The equine tongue snaked down and lapped at the warm furry sack. "Oh yeah little bull. All that seed will be mine. In good time of course."
Rocko shivered at those words. He was really being taken to town, and by a guy who for all intents and purposes had never done porn. He had been serious in saying that the horse should try his hand at it. The bull knew one big bottom cervine who would worship the ground the big Clydesdale walked on if the horse treated him like this. Oh yes. Rocko chuckled. He couldn't help the pun forming in his brain. The horse could, literally, 'rake in the big bucks.'
Darius could tell his tongue was working his huge lover over properly. The tight hole was relaxing and twitching. The soft moo and bellows gave proof to his prowess, and Darius, if nothing else, was proud of his skills. He had to be good, with a cock like his, long and fat, he had to be good preparing his bottoms.
"That's it horsey, I think I might be persuaded to try to ride ya if you are so inclined." The bull straitened up, his fat bull cock wet with press, Darius's own legs and hocks coated with the slimy stuff.
"Heh, well, you're the professional horse rider. I saw 'Bronc Busting' volumes one through six. So, here." Darius laid down on the porch lounge. He knew the thing would take his overly large frame having house sat here before. "Take your seat sir, the ride is about to begin."
His cock stood hard, angry, and proud. The veins covering it were thick, the broad tip already flared, the ridges shone in the light, the slick pre already coating it. The horse hawked into his paw, and slicked his long cock up some more. Rocko for all his experienced, hawked into his own paw and lubed his hole up, shoving two fingers in to his second knuckle. He'd already played with his toys today, after all, he had been a boy scout when he was a calf. "Be Prepared." And so he was. His hole stretched and almost hungrily. Oh yes. He was really ready for this. After all, it'd been at least a day since he'd gotten drilled properly.
Big muscled legs slid into place next to Darius's own. Their owner peered down, eye to eye with the horse, his grey meeting the other's green. "Alright hoss, lets see what you're working with." The broad partly flared tip pressed firmly against the bull's hole, and duo of moans echoed out around the night as Rocko's hole spread open easily, the slick tunnel sliding down and enveloping the horse cock. He huffed as he pressed inch after agonizingly thick inch into him, the beer can thickness causing him to open up farther than he had done so in almost a year.
"Oh....fuck. Thank God for horse cock!" He moaned as the medial ring squelched into him, his tail slapping his back as he bared himself. Rocko knew exactly what he was doing too. That camera phone was pointing right as his backside. Whoever was lucky enough to see this video would be praising his ability take it, and the horse for his cock.
"Such a good little cow aren't ya Rocko? Yeah. Came here to deliver me some food, and in turn I'm delivering you some dick. Hungry weren't you? Yeah, I saw that smile when you saw me. Well, are ya smiling now?" Darius was getting into a mood he seldom did with others. He could feel the chemistry between them.
"Ah yeah, big fucking smile hoss. Fuck yess. You like this ---ahhh---I bet. Now, how about that last inch?" He smirked down at the hoss.
"You mean this inch?" Darius thrust upwards just as Rocko pushed down." The cry was heart-throbingly deep. "Oh yeah." They both moaned.
Rocko shifted as his big balls almost got crushed as he came down again. Darius reached forward and squeezed them firmly. "Nice and big. Fuck yeah!" He purred as he fondled the big sack. He really was impressed. He loved the virile masculinity he was dominating. It gave him a rush like nothing else.
The bull was equally in heaven. Big cock, confident stud, and the stallion obviously knew what he was doing. "Fuck man, I'd give one of my nuts to call you mine every day."
The horse chuckled. "Hey now, lets not be rash besides you don't even know my name!"
The bull realized the horse was right. He hadn't even bothered to ask. Now he felt a little sheepish. Taking some random customer's dick was one thing, being rude was another. "Ah...ri--right.. Sorry. Unf! I'm actually named Sebastian. You?"
Darius huffed as he thrust in again his neck tingling in pleasure. "Darius. Named after a great ---- ahfuck grandfather." The horse smirked and reached down, one fat bull cock now in his hands. He really was impressed. While the bull wasn't long, his cock was really fat. "Glad to meet you." He stroked gently, spreading the slick pre over the glans as he bucked up again and again into the meaty muscled bull over him.
"Like---ah wise!" He bellowed. There was the sound of a window opening and a quickly hushed "Holy Fuck!"
Darius arched his neck. He was no on display. Time to trot, he thought to himself. He grasped the wide bull hips and held the bull in place while he began to thrust deep into his bovine lover. "Yeah you got your audience now Sabastian. Taking horse cock from some random guy, letting him film it and now that young Dobie neighbor watching. He's been eyeing me up too. Havent you?"
There was a whimper, and the sound of a window shutting.
"Fucking twinks." The horse spat, thrusting heavily. "Well guess what. You're about to get my foals. Do you think you're worthy of them?" A canine snarling is one thing, but a horse snarling is surprising to those not ready for it.
The bull was.
"Oh fuck no, I'm not worthy, but I'm hoping you'll give them to me anyway Daddy hoss. Come on, I know you want to."
"Ah yes!" Darius loved the words 'Daddy Hoss' but rarely heard them. He suddenly gripped the broad shoulders of the bull and pulled down hard while ramming his cock as deep as he could into his willing bitch, his load flooding the now loose ass.
"FUCK!" Rocko / Sebastian cried out feeling that load dump into him, his own fountain out of him, mighty ropes of bull seed lancing into the air, a ballistic arc raining down onto the stallion breeding him. The grunts echoed out as both of them clung tight to each other.
"Oh fuck!" The both breathed smiling, as they finally shared their first kiss.
**
The office as stuffy but the dapper little canine corgi sat behind the desk looking his prize star over with a practiced eye. Rocko, aka Sebastian had come in to ask a question after Darius's screen test. Johnny was no fool, he knew the two had hooked up, and quite honestly, the chemistry between the two during the audition was red-hot. There wasn't a limp dick in any of the male crew, and even some of the female crew looked flustered, and in a good way.
The big bull took a seat, his black t-shirt straining against his bulky frame. "So...I...ah like Darius a lot. I mean a lot a lot, but I do enjoy working for you Johnny, I do. Its just that well..." The bull pulled himself up. "Well, I mean, yeah I want to keep working and doing porn, no doubt but I think Darius ruined me." Sebastian shuffled his hoof. "Can...can I work with only him?" It was distinctly odd to see the big bull look contrite and imploring.
Johnny snorted, his canine sense of smell detecting the acrid smell of the cum that soaked the bovine. Rocko, aka Sebastian, was his biggest star, and he wasn't about to let go of the big guy.
"Yeah I guess so. And thanks for bringing him in. If things work well, you two are going to be rolling in money. Heh. And cum" The corgi waved the big bull out chuckling. He sighed and ticked a box on the sheet in front of him. Equine? Check. Another one on the roster. Recruiting was hard work. He felt a little hungry too. He smirked. Perhaps he could order take-out.
Desperately.
But he couldn't. No. He was house sitting, and as nice as it would be to bring someone over here and plow them nice and deep, he couldn't do that. At least not inside the house. He had no compunctions about railing someone outside. That was a possibility, but while a lot of furs didn't mind getting caught in flagrante delecto in public, the type Darius liked probably would mind it, and be pissed about even being asked to do so. Nice big beefy daddy bulls had a bit of a inferiority complex at the best of times, and having someone watch them be the filly to a hung stallion rankled their nerves.
The Clydesdale wanted nothing more than to plow the back forty with a muscled bull, especially one like the one he was watching. He'd love to take that corgi's place in this porno. The big bull obviously had no problems letting someone go balls deep in front of a camera, and he was so deliciously hot. Short gray fur, nice thick pecs, bulging arms, bright white front facing curled horns, and that ass flexed and moved with expert precision. It wasn't just his body that was hot either, no, it was his camera presence. Sultry moans, blazing stares, and encouraging orders made this one hot porn. It also didn't hurt that he had his little black spot, almost like a spade right on the left side of his muzzle. Darius was mesmerized by that. In short, he was a hot bottom bull.
Now not only was Darius horny, he was frustrated as well as jealous. It was also late. So late as to be early, and it was getting even later with each boring jealous filled minute that passed. With a huge snort and a sigh Darius stretched and then yawned, his chestnut coat shifting as corded muscled rippled beneath it. He was hungry, and the Chinese food delivery guy should be here soon with his snow peas tofu and mushrooms. At least he had the day off tomorrow and didn't have to worry about work. That was one small miracle.
With final nickering sigh he closed the laptop the deep moaning and excited canine cried were silenced and the sight of beefy getting railed was put away. Darius's dick was plump enough as it was, the mottle pink and black shaft was his pride and joy, but, that didn't mean he was a show off. The guy could be here any minute and then...
There was a sharp rapping at the front door. "Shit" he muttered to himself. He stood up and shuffled his hooves into the soft covers he should have been wearing. "Coming!" He bellowed, his deep voice echoing throughout the large house. Priceless antiques adorned the house, the reason he was here, acting as a living security alarm. He picked his way through the hall, rubbing his green eyes, and trying hard not to knock anything over.
With a soft swish, the cotton lounging shorts were shuffled on just as he got to the door.. The thin tank top slid over his head and mane, the fabric straining across his broad chest. The fabric slightly stained from sweat as he had walked over here. He'd have to shower before bed. The stench of hot horse filled the air, and while Darius didn't mind his own smell, the feline owner of this house probably would.
He fingered the porch light switch switch a flick of his finger hoof. He checked himself one last time. He should have stopped watching that porn a long time ago, his fat cock was barely concealed behind the gray coverings of his shorts. Oh well, there was nothing for it. With a swift pull he opened the door and froze.
Darius blinked a few times. Standing in front of him was the exact bull he had watched on his computer screen not more than a minute before. That black spade on the muzzle giving him away immediately.
"That'll be $13.45."
The bovine looked up, his grey eyes blankly neutral as he looked at the hunky horse in front of him, his nostrils flaring slightly as he took in the funk of the equine scent of sweat and musk. He was wearing the logo-ed t-shirt of "Chen's Eatery," and skin-tight blue jeans that hugged his muscled form perfectly. He was a living breathing bovine dream wearing a sexy little outfit that obviously was planned to show himself off. Well, wearing was a light word. The shirt barely contained the hulk standing in front of him. While not tall, the bull was big. Big boned, big muscled, and from what Darius had seen on the laptop screen a little bit ago, big balled as well.
Darius blinked rapidly at a loss for words.
"Uh..."
It wasn't winning repartee, that was for sure, but for the life of him, Darius couldn't think of anything to say. He just dumbly reached for the money on the side table next to him, and handed it over.
The food delivery bull obviously was in no hurry and began to smile, sensing the other male's attraction, or so he thought. "Something the matter there handsome?" He intoned handing the food bag over. His eyes flicked down to the horses crotch. Heat spread through Darius's muzzle as well as his loins. He was getting hard. He loved being watched and admired, it was why he worked out so much, and so fourteen inches of thick equine cock began to throb to life, and that is something that is a little hard to hide. For once he was embarrassed at being caught out, and shook himself out of his stupor and grinned to himself. There was absolutely no harm in a little flirtation, and if he played his cards right, he might just get lucky.
"Heh, well, there wasn't until you got here. I've seen your work Mr. Rocko."
The bull froze and frowned a little. "Oh God. Not another one. Just don't call me a fag."
Darius blinked. "Uh no, you misunderstand me." His big paw went to his crotch and he fondled his long equine phallus slightly. The smile returned to the bovine features and the bull's teeth flashed white as he grinned back.
Darius huffed and bent down close. "You see, the problem is, I need something other than food, but, I'm house sitting." The house had a small yard, this neighborhood having been built in the 1890's, and back then not many people had use for yards. "Home Alone and Horny' was awesome, but I very much want to see if you can take something bigger than a corgi. Maybe go for a pony ride. But, we'd have to do around the back, not inside. You game?"
The bull's eyes twinkled, his voice melodious and deep. "Ah. That kind of trouble, which to my way of thinking is no trouble at all. Let me guess, now that you have your veggies you want some beef too, and maybe give me a nice big tip." The bull paw was firm and adventurous, his fingers tracing around Darius's medial ring through the thin shorts sending a shiver down Darius's spine all the way to the tip of his tail. He couldn't contain himself much longer. A black and pink mottled cock began to snake even further down his leg as the implications of what the bull was saying urged him on.
Darius shook his forelock out of his eyes. "That's right little bull, I want to give you a nice BIG tip. Trot that cute little tail of yours around to the back. I'll meet you there, or is it meat you there, and arrange the transaction. It'll be a little gratuity. From me, to you."
The hearty chuckle and clop of hooves as the bull made his way around the back of the house made Darius's cock absolutely sing with pleasure. He made his way quickly, but carefully around the Victorian furniture inside the house to the back door. With another flick of a light switch the little patio was softly illuminated, the fluorescent orange bug light ticking and flickering before settling into a nice warm glow. Rocko was standing there, the white shirt only slightly lighter than his light gray fur.
Even though it was warm out, Darius felt a chill of excitement. In front of him was three hundred muscled pounds of willing bitch. Even now Rocko kicked off his hoof shoes, his tail swishing in anticipation, the whipcord appendage slapping the back of his jeans. In three strides the Clyde was on him, his arms wrapping around the stocky yet hunky bull, pulling him close, the equine velvet lips pressing against the thick bovine ones. The kiss was exquisite. The bull tasted of warm cherries, probably from the chap stick he wore, and better yet, he submitted entirely to the big horse.
Darius huffed into the beefy muzzle as he pressed close, his cock now painfully erect, the tip pushed well past the hem of the shorts, a honey-thick line of pre dribbling down into his hock fur. The stallion pulled back and stared into the stormy dark gray eyes, rich with passion. "Ahh. So...what's a hot little porn star like you delivering take-out for?"
The big bull paw stroked along Darius's waist, the chestnut fur entrancing the monochrome bovine. His fingers traced invisible lines teasingly, and almost cloyingly inching down that soft fuzzy treasure trail with each pass. "Ah you know, gotta pay the bills and get those student loans paid for. The porn pays well, don't get me wrong, but I get bored sitting around my condo. My brother runs Cheng's for the family, and well, sometimes I get to meet nice aggressive....MMMF!" The dialog was cut short by an eager horse. Darius had hear enough. This guy was smart, educated, and into helping his family members out. The amount of sexiness the bull exuded to the equine before was just multiplied by ten.
For all of his submission, Rocko wasn't timid. He all but purred like a feline as he felt the equine rod of perfection straining against it's cloth confines as it pressed into his bulging thighs. Obviously the horse was hot for him, and that just made things better. He wasn't submissive, far from it. He'd just learned to take control in another way. Some bulls might think taking cock up the ass like a willing cow was submissive. No. Rocko saw it as power. HE was the one in control, and right now, he decided to exert a little. He pulled back, licking the horse's taste from his mouth, savoring it all the while. Grass, apples.
"Hrm, I do love a good pony ride big guy." He reached down and ripped his shirt off his body, flexing as he did so. The big guy just goggled at him obviously enjoying the show. With a wink of his silvery grey eye, he also bend over and de-panted himself, letting his huge orbs swing free, and they were huge. He wasn't all that endowed when it came to his cock, but he wasn't a top anyway so what did that matter. He did find guys loved to fondle his huge balls while ramming him though.
His tail flicked as he turned around, his own cock straining to be attended to. He ignored it for the time being and bent over one of the porch chars. "Lets see if you can do a better job than that little Cogi Johny huh?"
Darius pulled his tank top off and approached the bull languidly, his big hooves clopping on the concrete of the patio, the sound of it echoing off the walls. "Hrm, a better job? Oh yeah, I think I can do that. Since you are such the little expert, you know we equines like to fuck right?"
The bull just smirked, his tail arcing as he watched the big horse. His eyes were transfixed on that wadded piece of cloth. Rocko was hoping he had taken notes while watching that porn. While porn does involve some acting, in reality Rocko hadnt had to act. He had loved that session intensely. Johnny was passionate, and a dirty little guy. A few seconds later, Rocko knew that the horse had taken notes. No. He'd stolen the teachers handbook and cheated. He knew what tricks to play. Rocko was almost out of his element.
Darius took the wadded sweat stained cloth and shoved it into the bull's nose. While the action was the same the dialog of "You like that don't cha?" Was taken up a notch. "Breathe deep big guy. Smell that? Huh? Well that's the smell of me, the guy who's going to totally destroy your ass. I'm gonna make you mine. When you think of the word bitch, all you'll see is an image of yourself getting pounded.
Rocko inhaled. The powerful scent of draft stallion flooded his muzzle. Earth, sweat, funk, and fresh turned earth filled his being. Indeed he doubted he would ever associate power without smelling this smell again. The bovine grasped the hand holding the cloth and pressed it more firmly against his nostrils. He moaned and shuddered, a soft lowing sound deep in his massive chest.
"That's it my big guy, drink it in." The equine nickered. It was obscenely hot watching a five star porn actor drink in his stench. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocked and aimed it at the submissive bull. "Mind if I?"
One gray eye snapped open, and the contented smile was back. "Oh yes, please, in fact, set it up to record the whole thing while I....mm...get acquainted with your smell."
Quickly Darius set the phone up against a potted plant and got a good angle and hit record, then got back to business, and a good business it was at that. He had a bunch of prime beef in front of him, and he wasn't about to waste a minute just looking. No. He wanted a more intimate...taste to start. He knelt down behind the bull, the tail swishing excitedly over his mane. "Hrm, now perhaps I should get acquainted with you as well? Perhaps a little taste test?" Muscled beef butt was waiting in front of him. Round, hard, and unyielding. He nickered as he huffed and took an almost dainty sniff, his nose whiskers brushing against the grey fur. The bull have been working all day in the heat. The funky musk of horny bull was right in front of him. His snaked his rough broad tongue out and ran it from the dock of the tail and just around the star like pucker, taking in the taste of his conquest.
Oh this was heaven. That musk was strong. Nothing dainty about it, nothing submissive. Strong aggressive and masculine sweat and musk wafted over nares. Oak, leather, and again that cherry taste flooded his tongue. He lapped and caressed that deep muscular crevice finding it surprisingly yielding as Rocko relaxed under his administrations.
Muscles rippled along the horses sides as he shifted himself into a better position, his own tail swishing side to side as he dove in. Rocko bellowed a soft approving moo as the horse began to prepare him. "Oh wow. Ah...unf! Yeah. You like this big bull giving in to you, giving you all that power. Guess what horsey, I'm still in control."
The response was muffled. "Don't care, getting what I want. Shut up and enjoy or I stop." The bull chuckled back at the nickering response. "Ok ok. You win. And only because...ahhhhh yes right there....you are so much better than Johnny....ever think about a career in....ahhhhhhhh"
The response was lost. The horse had found the bulls weakness. Those big beef nuts swinging down were being caressed. Lovingly fingered. Darius dragged his thick nail around the bottom of each, lifting them up when he reached bottom, feeling the heft of them. The equine tongue snaked down and lapped at the warm furry sack. "Oh yeah little bull. All that seed will be mine. In good time of course."
Rocko shivered at those words. He was really being taken to town, and by a guy who for all intents and purposes had never done porn. He had been serious in saying that the horse should try his hand at it. The bull knew one big bottom cervine who would worship the ground the big Clydesdale walked on if the horse treated him like this. Oh yes. Rocko chuckled. He couldn't help the pun forming in his brain. The horse could, literally, 'rake in the big bucks.'
Darius could tell his tongue was working his huge lover over properly. The tight hole was relaxing and twitching. The soft moo and bellows gave proof to his prowess, and Darius, if nothing else, was proud of his skills. He had to be good, with a cock like his, long and fat, he had to be good preparing his bottoms.
"That's it horsey, I think I might be persuaded to try to ride ya if you are so inclined." The bull straitened up, his fat bull cock wet with press, Darius's own legs and hocks coated with the slimy stuff.
"Heh, well, you're the professional horse rider. I saw 'Bronc Busting' volumes one through six. So, here." Darius laid down on the porch lounge. He knew the thing would take his overly large frame having house sat here before. "Take your seat sir, the ride is about to begin."
His cock stood hard, angry, and proud. The veins covering it were thick, the broad tip already flared, the ridges shone in the light, the slick pre already coating it. The horse hawked into his paw, and slicked his long cock up some more. Rocko for all his experienced, hawked into his own paw and lubed his hole up, shoving two fingers in to his second knuckle. He'd already played with his toys today, after all, he had been a boy scout when he was a calf. "Be Prepared." And so he was. His hole stretched and almost hungrily. Oh yes. He was really ready for this. After all, it'd been at least a day since he'd gotten drilled properly.
Big muscled legs slid into place next to Darius's own. Their owner peered down, eye to eye with the horse, his grey meeting the other's green. "Alright hoss, lets see what you're working with." The broad partly flared tip pressed firmly against the bull's hole, and duo of moans echoed out around the night as Rocko's hole spread open easily, the slick tunnel sliding down and enveloping the horse cock. He huffed as he pressed inch after agonizingly thick inch into him, the beer can thickness causing him to open up farther than he had done so in almost a year.
"Oh....fuck. Thank God for horse cock!" He moaned as the medial ring squelched into him, his tail slapping his back as he bared himself. Rocko knew exactly what he was doing too. That camera phone was pointing right as his backside. Whoever was lucky enough to see this video would be praising his ability take it, and the horse for his cock.
"Such a good little cow aren't ya Rocko? Yeah. Came here to deliver me some food, and in turn I'm delivering you some dick. Hungry weren't you? Yeah, I saw that smile when you saw me. Well, are ya smiling now?" Darius was getting into a mood he seldom did with others. He could feel the chemistry between them.
"Ah yeah, big fucking smile hoss. Fuck yess. You like this ---ahhh---I bet. Now, how about that last inch?" He smirked down at the hoss.
"You mean this inch?" Darius thrust upwards just as Rocko pushed down." The cry was heart-throbingly deep. "Oh yeah." They both moaned.
Rocko shifted as his big balls almost got crushed as he came down again. Darius reached forward and squeezed them firmly. "Nice and big. Fuck yeah!" He purred as he fondled the big sack. He really was impressed. He loved the virile masculinity he was dominating. It gave him a rush like nothing else.
The bull was equally in heaven. Big cock, confident stud, and the stallion obviously knew what he was doing. "Fuck man, I'd give one of my nuts to call you mine every day."
The horse chuckled. "Hey now, lets not be rash besides you don't even know my name!"
The bull realized the horse was right. He hadn't even bothered to ask. Now he felt a little sheepish. Taking some random customer's dick was one thing, being rude was another. "Ah...ri--right.. Sorry. Unf! I'm actually named Sebastian. You?"
Darius huffed as he thrust in again his neck tingling in pleasure. "Darius. Named after a great ---- ahfuck grandfather." The horse smirked and reached down, one fat bull cock now in his hands. He really was impressed. While the bull wasn't long, his cock was really fat. "Glad to meet you." He stroked gently, spreading the slick pre over the glans as he bucked up again and again into the meaty muscled bull over him.
"Like---ah wise!" He bellowed. There was the sound of a window opening and a quickly hushed "Holy Fuck!"
Darius arched his neck. He was no on display. Time to trot, he thought to himself. He grasped the wide bull hips and held the bull in place while he began to thrust deep into his bovine lover. "Yeah you got your audience now Sabastian. Taking horse cock from some random guy, letting him film it and now that young Dobie neighbor watching. He's been eyeing me up too. Havent you?"
There was a whimper, and the sound of a window shutting.
"Fucking twinks." The horse spat, thrusting heavily. "Well guess what. You're about to get my foals. Do you think you're worthy of them?" A canine snarling is one thing, but a horse snarling is surprising to those not ready for it.
The bull was.
"Oh fuck no, I'm not worthy, but I'm hoping you'll give them to me anyway Daddy hoss. Come on, I know you want to."
"Ah yes!" Darius loved the words 'Daddy Hoss' but rarely heard them. He suddenly gripped the broad shoulders of the bull and pulled down hard while ramming his cock as deep as he could into his willing bitch, his load flooding the now loose ass.
"FUCK!" Rocko / Sebastian cried out feeling that load dump into him, his own fountain out of him, mighty ropes of bull seed lancing into the air, a ballistic arc raining down onto the stallion breeding him. The grunts echoed out as both of them clung tight to each other.
"Oh fuck!" The both breathed smiling, as they finally shared their first kiss.
**
The office as stuffy but the dapper little canine corgi sat behind the desk looking his prize star over with a practiced eye. Rocko, aka Sebastian had come in to ask a question after Darius's screen test. Johnny was no fool, he knew the two had hooked up, and quite honestly, the chemistry between the two during the audition was red-hot. There wasn't a limp dick in any of the male crew, and even some of the female crew looked flustered, and in a good way.
The big bull took a seat, his black t-shirt straining against his bulky frame. "So...I...ah like Darius a lot. I mean a lot a lot, but I do enjoy working for you Johnny, I do. Its just that well..." The bull pulled himself up. "Well, I mean, yeah I want to keep working and doing porn, no doubt but I think Darius ruined me." Sebastian shuffled his hoof. "Can...can I work with only him?" It was distinctly odd to see the big bull look contrite and imploring.
Johnny snorted, his canine sense of smell detecting the acrid smell of the cum that soaked the bovine. Rocko, aka Sebastian, was his biggest star, and he wasn't about to let go of the big guy.
"Yeah I guess so. And thanks for bringing him in. If things work well, you two are going to be rolling in money. Heh. And cum" The corgi waved the big bull out chuckling. He sighed and ticked a box on the sheet in front of him. Equine? Check. Another one on the roster. Recruiting was hard work. He felt a little hungry too. He smirked. Perhaps he could order take-out.
