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Okay, so I was playing around with some ideas all day, worked on Hockey Hunk and tried out a couple of things, but nothing seemed to be doing it for me.

Then this happened, and started to come off the keys, and grew, and became bigger and bigger and I decided that this would be it, my new story. I've decided to share this is in multiple installments for a variety of reasons. First is that this is as much as I wrote yet, secondly, a series can attract readers over a longer period of time, and three, some gruffhangers always add to the pleasure and anticipation of reading a story that is hopefully a very satisfying experience!

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Fucking school.

Jeff was stomping down the curb, head bobbing up and down along to the tune of the song blasting in his mp3 plugs as he made his unhurried way from school to back home. His hooves clip-clopped on the worn concrete, adding an extra percussion instrument to the music that was pretty much the only thing left to cheer the pony up on this stupid day.

Fucking Mrs. Anderson and extra math problems.

Jeff didn't much like school, but then again, not all too many sixteen-year-old guys did, anyway. He was just one of the countless kids like him, just floating through the days, sitting on his desk until it was time to go home and he could finally get to do something fun like not be at school.

Fucking Coach Wilkes and extra laps around the field.

Jeff was all sweaty after the beefy (arguably fetish fuel grade) boy's coach Doberman had forced the never so athletic pony to make a couple of extra laps after he had not been up to scratching during PE. Jeff wasn't exactly pudgy but he surely could've done with some muscle, just like his brother Adam, who regularly pumped iron at the gym and was already positively buff, for a pony. Jeff was always envious when his brother came back from the gym, usually with his best friend Brand, and the two muscled, shirtless ponies would sit down after showering and talk about 18-year-old stuff and ignore the little brother pony Jeff because he was a kid.

Not that it wasn't so bad to just watch them, because Brand was fucking hot, and for a closeted teen pony, to have a mobile piece of eye candy around the house was nothing but a good thing, even if it caused a lot of embarrassingly stiff erections kept carefully hidden inside Jeff's jeans. The bulky pony was really a fun thing to look at, with smooth, thick furs, a round ass that simply demanded to be stared at from behind the corner of a comic book that acted as a convenient alibi, and sturdy arms that looked like he could easily bench-press his own weight with them, and then some.

Simply put, Brand Jostler was hot at shit, and having him around home made Jeff ever the more interested in hanging out with his big brother. Adam was usually a bastard, but since he came with the complimentary hunky presence of that brown-furred, cheekily smiling stud of a pony named Brand, Jeff could stand the jokes and being called "punk" and "mule" and whatever stupid shit his brother always came up with. That didn't mean that Brand didn't say that stuff as well, but for Jeff, the very fact that the cool hunk even talked to him, the puny kid, it was worth the effort of taking some crap if that meant spending a few extra minutes in the musky young male's presence.

Jeff was already starting to feel the familiar tightening in his pants, signifying that his modest six inches (the last time he measured it) of pony meat were in need of some strokey-strokey action in order to prevent a nasty case of blue balls that'd last throughout the day. Jeff knew that his brother was at the gym and wouldn't be home yet, and neither would be his parents. There was more than enough time for him to have a shower to get all that sweat off his hide and then lock his door and watch at some hot stallion on stallion porn online while beating off his meat. That mentioned...he might look at some of his favorite, if familiar clips on FurFuckFunnies, such as Ass Bangers 1 - Evan pound Chris doggie style or maybe the even more raunchy Muscle Gym Ponies 2 - fourway orgy which featured a bit of watersports that wasn't exactly Jeff's thing, but seeing four muscular ponies doing everything from kissing to double penetrating a hunk was more than enough to get the high school pony off. It didn't matter that he had seen these favorite pony clips probably a hundred times, but since stallions kinda ruled the whole equine gay porn market, he sure took what he could.

Thinking about porn made him even harder, and now his thick cock was rubbing against the front of his boxers on each step he took, adding to the stimulation over his sensitive flesh. Jeff had been a bit worked up already back at school where he dressed quickly after everyone else had left, and didn't even shower, because he hadn't brought a towel. Jeff never really showered at the locker room, mostly because there were so many hunky guys there who could have easily pointed and called him names simply because he wasn't the tallest or the most muscular guy around. Hell, he had to take PE with Will Donson who was easily a foot taller than Jeff and his well-defined muscles always glistened as if he had just stepped out of an underwear ad or something like that. He was a sure way to get an embarrassing boner, too, so Jeff tried his best not to look too much at the stallion running down the track or doing...well, anything, but overall, the pony didn't mind some eye candy, as long as he had the opportunity and peace to rub one off before rejoining the real world.

Jeff rounded the last street corner and was on the home stretch, so to speak, and already looking forward to getting comfy with his boner in the safe confines of his room...and there ought to be plenty of time before he'd have to be pretending to be doing homework instead of watching porn with his headphones own.

His boner almost shriveled down to a pathetic sausage when he spotted the familiar blue car sitting on the driveway, signaling that Adam and Brand had come back from the gym already, since that was his brother's best friend's car which the two often rode together, of course. Jeff's ears flattened and his left ear plug fell off, and he brayed, displeased by this fact. Sure, he could still take that shower and jerk off there, maybe, but his brother and Brand had the nasty habit of barging into his room at random times, shouting at him and asking whether he was doing anything naughty in there. Jeff was more than used to telling them to fuck off and leave him to be, usually while hiding a boner with a book or something.

It didn't help that the two almost always seemed to do it while shirtless and fresh out of a post-gym shower.

"Fuck," Jeff cursed, walking along even slower now.

There would not be much waited porn-watching until late at night, that was for sure, because he didn't want to risk being walked upon with the video of a stallion fucking another in the ass hard running on his computer screen. The best he could hope was a quick session in the shower followed by maybe stalking his brother and his hot friend doing something fun together that he wasn't allowed to join. They were pricks for that, but at least Jeff acting like a whining kid got a smile out of Brand, too, and making that stud smile was pretty high on Jeff's list of priorities.

The front door was open, and Jeff stepped in into the living room, and found no sight of anyone in there yet, nor in the adjoining kitchen. That wasn't so unusual, he decided as he put his coat over to its hanger on the rack next to the front door. It just meant that Adam and Brand had raided the fridge for soda and anything that was good there, leaving only scraps for Jeff, at least until his mother would come back from shopping and bring enough that the little brother could get his share, too. He wasn't really feeling hungry now, anyway, but he was ripe with the sweat that had accumulated during his humiliating, panting extra laps around the field while everyone else had already been allowed to leave for the locker room. Jeff even took a whiff under his arm and decided that he smelled like a jock's jockstrap, but not in the good way that'd be boner-inducing, but he was simply rank and not too fun, especially for himself. Maybe the fact that he was noticing his own smell was a warning sign.

Fuck...homework...sweat...tiredness...no porn...

Jeff climbed upstairs, dragging his backpack along the floor as he headed towards his room at the end of the corridor. It was the smallest, of course, jammed behind the guest room and opposite to his parents' bedroom, and Adam's bedroom was there, too, of course, which wasn't allowed to enter unless with express permission from the said big brother. (Or I'll fucking force you to eat your sneakers!) It's not like he hadn't rummaged his brother's room before for cool stuff like hidden booze, porn magazines or the like, but it'd been a while since he had done that, and he didn't want to get caught, especially now that his brother was big and strong enough to really kick the little pony's wide butt really hard.

Homework...bored...no porn...

A strange huffing sound made his ears perk just as he was about to open the door to his own room, adorned by a Metallica poster, and Jeff stood there, carefully listening to signs of his brother and Brand conspiring somewhere in the house, likely in Adam's room.

Another huff, there it was, and a little nicker.

Were they smoking pot in there? Jeff's ears flicked as wondered whether his brother had finally gone off his mind and tried some recreational drugs, like the police officer who visited their school had called the stuff. Maybe they were already getting high there from dope...

A dark smile spread over Jeff's thin equine lips as he wondered at the possibilities. If he'd bust them smoking pot, he could blackmail them to do anything...make them include him in all of their activities, and supply him with booze, and maybe even let take a whiff...just maybe, he wasn't sure if he wanted to try any drugs, it probably wasn't so good for you, but his brother and his friend were being so nasty, then he might as well go and be just as nasty as they were.

Jeff tried to move as quietly as possible along the corridor, backtracking until he stood behind his brother's door, and then pressed his ear against the painted wood, to listen carefully for any other sounds of illicit chemical use taking place in his brother's room. He really couldn't smell anything nasty, except his own armpits, that was, but the door was pretty tightly shut...and they probably had they window open...that's how Jeff's friend Don had done when they'd tried smoking cigarettes...not that it really worked really well.

A low voice nickered in the room, muffled by the door, and that was followed by a sigh, and a soft neigh, and then some more huffing and rough breathing. What the fuck? That sounded like someone was really out of it...unable to speak, even...why weren't they laughing? Wasn't being high supposed to be hilarious? At least on TV it looked like that...just laughing and getting really dumb and stuff. This sounded more like just...well it didn't really sound like much anything.

Another neigh caused Jeff's ear to flick against the door, making a little snapping sound which he doubted to be loud enough to be heard in the room, but it made the pony jump, and he stood there in the corridor for a few seconds, staring at the door and expecting it to be opened any moment by a wild-eyed and doped up pony wanting to know what the fuck was going on. When nothing happened, Jeff moved back, even more curious now, as he listened for more telltale sounds of illegal stuff taking place in his brother's room, with the cool friend's assistance. Maybe Brand was a drug dealer...how dangerous was that? Jeff wasn't sure if it was sexy, though, but the hunky pony definitely could probably take care of himself in the dangerous world of crime...

"Ahhh fuck...!"

Jeff's eyes widened as he heard the moaned words come from the room, and there was no mistaking, that voice belonged to Brand, and he was cussing in there...the high theory just gained another piece of evidence, Jeff decided, as he listened carefully.

A couple of extra huffs later, he was sure that this was it. A smile spread over Jeff's lips as he dug into his pocket and brought out his phone, and he selected the camera function. He could take a photo of his brother and Brand smoking pot, and send it immediately into his email, meaning that there was no way that they could destroy the evidence, even if they'd force Jeff to hand over his phone to them. The discriminating photo would be safe in his email account, to serve as a potential tool of blackmail.

Jeff's heart started to pound rapidly in his chest as he grabbed the doorknob, and painfully slowly turned it, so that he could open the door a little, just enough that he could push his phone in through the crack and then snap the photo without the occupants of the room noticing it. He held his breath, not wanting to blow this now, as he heard the lock click, and the door was open...slowly now...slowly...ever so slowly he pulled, and with a shaky hand, lifted his phone up, and positioned it at the few inches' gap between the door and the frame. With even more deliberate slowness he pressed the button to take the photo, and immediately withdrew the phone from the gap before he softly pushed the door shut and hit the "SEND TO EMAIL" button even before he had the time to look it through. Once the "IMAGE SENT" text appeared, he made his way quickly into his own room and closed the door behind him, and now did Jeff dare to breath, and he let out a deep sigh.

"Fuck...shit..." he panted, holding onto the phone in his clenched hand, his tail flicking as he congratulated himself mentally in producing the evidence he would need for making his brother his bitch for as long as he felt like it.

Jeff's hand shook as he brought his phone up again and clicked on the gallery button to get to see the quality of the photo he had managed to snap through the gap. He knew that he had taken it almost randomly, and there was a fair chance that there wasn't anything really good in it, but he had at least done his best, and even a bad photo would be better than nothing when it came to blackmail.

Fffffffffffffff.....

It was a slightly blurry photograph aimed at the general direction of his brother's bed, but Adam was nowhere to be seen in the shot. Instead, most of the picture was dominated by the sight of another pony kneeling on the bed, sideways to the camera, so that there was no mistaking of the fact that here was his brother's best friend Brand, on Adam's bed, naked.

...uuuuu.......

Brand's boner was huge, even in the unclear picture, it was more than definitely big and jutted out of his groin between his tense thighs, and he had his hand around it, captured mid-stroke over that long, thick dong. It looked like it was nine inch or something...fuck, it could've been a foot long for all Jeff could tell.

....ccccccccccc....

The hunky pony's other hand was pushed up against his big rump, more likely, under his tail, so that it was partially covered by those long strands of hair, but it was clear that he had his hand pressed into his ass crack and probably he was fingering himself in the ass. The posture surely did look like that, based on what Jeff had seen on countless online images of furs playing with their butts, so he had the reason to suspect that was what the pony in the other room was doing even now.

...kkkkkkk......

The horniest, dirtiest, and most important detail was the fact that he could barely see Brand's face. That was because the pony had something white wrapped around his long muzzle, and Jeff knew that the object in question was his very own brother Adam's jockstrap, now taken by the dirty pony to be used for getting off. He was breathing in Jeff's brother's ass musk and cock musk, huffing it, eating it, getting all he could while jerking off and fingering his ass on Adam's bed, in his room, in the middle of the day, naked, and obviously horny as fuck.

Jeff almost dropped the phone, almost shocked out of his mind. What the fuck was this shit? Was Brand...he couldn't be...could he...there was no way that the horny pony who always bragged on about how many girls he had fucked could be a tail lifter...gay...faggot...just...ass lover!

The pony panted, overwhelmed by the dirty possibilities his mind was coming up with at record speed. Was Brand gay and hot for Adam? Was Adam gay too had and a secret fuck buddy relationship with Brand? That didn't' seem too probably, since surely there couldn't be two gay sons in one family...there was enough in one, Jeff thought. There was also the fact that he had seen Adam make out with at least a dozen girls in the past, and he did smell a bit wonky sometimes when coming back from "just going out for a while", and that something wonky might've been the scent of the girls he'd been doing hard in some secret place. So that pretty much ruled out Adam being gay, even though there might've been the possibility that even though he digged girls, he could still do Brand in the ass...or maybe it was Brand doing Adam in the ass..

Jeff cringed a little and snorted at the idea of his brother having sex with a dude, even if that other boy happened to be the all ways delicious Brand, or...well, now that he thought about it, his brother having sex in general. No, Brand probably didn't have sex with Adam...or at least Jeff would not think about it, so that meant it didn't happen... but still...

Naked jerking off at a friend's home in his bed...check.

Fingers in the ass...check.

Chewing on a jockstrap while jerking off and fingering ass... check.

Three yeses that yielded pretty damn gay answers, or at least that's what Jeff thought, as he clung to the phone, staring at the grainy image of the pony getting frisky right there...still only fifteen feet away from him, even now, only two doors and walls down...he could practically go there and open that door and catch him in the act and...

...fuck...then what?

Jeff instinctively locked the door behind him before he began to pace his room, his hooves making only soft sounds on the thick carpet as he wondered his next step, still bothered by the boner pressing against the front of his jeans. He hadn't captured his brother and his best friend doing anything nasty or illegal together ,but he had something...almost better...Brand...the hunky pony...the subject of his dark and highly sexual adolescent desires, out there acting in an outright gay way...and Jeff was gay...and seriously wanted to do anything sexual with any gay dude...

Well not any gay dude, eww, he meant, not...not everyone, that's just gross, but someone like Brand who was cute and handsome and really muscular and had a big cock and wasn't afraid to do the kinky, even if that involved Jeff's brother's underwear. He was obviously into ass play, too, and Jeff really wanted to do something with an ass, too, maybe his own, or someone else's, if there was a chance for that. He wasn't sure if he was a top or a bottom, since all his anal experiences were limited to a couple of fingers in the shower. Jeff didn't really know about getting pounded hard in the ass...but sure as fuck it looked fun on porn when he'd be the one doing the pounding at some sweet, tight, firm rump. Brand's always looked great in whatever pants he was wearing...though he was such a strong personality that maybe he didn't like anything bigger than fingers in there...ahhhhhh!!!

The possibilities were infuriatingly many, but the horny pony now safely locked in his room knew that he had to do something about it, this was his most secret dream come true, and there was no way that he'd blow his chance of getting something out of this.

Now, there was the possibility of just barging in there and asking Brand if he was a fag, catching him right in the act and make him face the consequences...but then again, he was much bigger than Jeff, and could beat him up even before Jeff had the time to tell that he had evidence about Brand's dirty activities and it would do no good to bash Jeff. Thus, a dramatic and porn movieish walking in scenario might be out of the question, Jeff decided as he paced still, occasionally groping himself through his pants as he tried to decide on the best way to trap the pony and then confront him about his obviously very dark and secret desires. It was hard to think when he knew that the very same pony was out there, so near, still probably engaged in combined cock and butt fun while Jeff was hiding here in his own room, the other pony oblivious to the fact that he had been caught in the act.

Shit...

Well, at least the evidence was safe...he could do whatever he wanted with it...he had the photo to show as a proof, and he could tell the pony that he might do all sorts of things with it...the main one being that he'd show it to Adam, of course...that would do nasty things to their friendship...surely Brand would not want his friend to know that he jerked off in his bed...and maybe this wasn't the first time...maybe he'd been around before. Perhaps it was a regular habit to the dirty-minded male, Jeff thought, go through Adam's hamper and pick his underwear and sniff at it while jerking off into a creamy finish imagining all sorts of dirty things to do with the owner of that same jock. A simple pawing off could have been explained, somehow...he was sure Brand could come up with a good excuse for that, but the fingers in the butt action and the jockstrap...that'd be impossible...and that's where Jeff came into the plan.

The teen pony's ears prickled as he suddenly heard a sound, a neigh, loud, muffled by the closed doors, but more than clearly coming from his brother's bedroom. Jeff's boner throbbed wildly in his pants as he imagined the pony shooting a huge wad of cum everywhere all over the bed, no matter how difficult it would be to clean up later...his fingers stuffed deep inside his sweaty asshole as he pounded away on his meat and shot more and more juice everywhere...fuck...

Jeff slipped his hand into his pants and gave his own hot, slick length a good, proper squeeze over the naked meat, and felt his palm become covered in his pre, wet and slightly musky. He had to bite his teeth down to keep the nicker down, but he snorted, quietly, and his ears and tail flicked as he enjoyed the feeling of holding his six carefully treated inches in his grip. He tried to listen extra carefully for any other sex sounds coming from beyond, but to his mild disappointment, none came. He still stood there, for minutes, at least it felt like that, before the telltale noise of the shower being turned on coursed through the air. It didn't much help Jeff's imagination, though, as he now envisioned how the dark-furred pony would step into Adam's shower, cum dripping down his sexy, muscular, ripped belly and abs in small white rivers of pony spooge, gathering over his belly and the sexy pubic hair he knew to be there. The idea made Jeff rub his palm over his own black curls, and he brought his hand up to sniff at the sweat and musk that had gathered over it during the day, and he inhaled deeply.

"Oh, man..."

Jeff was feeling extremely worked up and wanted to jerk off badly, but doing it with Brand in the house seemed too risky, and if he'd go to the shower and turn it on, that'd alert the pony to his presence and perhaps make him suspicious...shit...what to do...

The teen pony stuffed his phone into his pocket and resisted the temptation to play with his cock a bit more as he simply stood there and lifted his backpack from the floor and put it over his bed. He also turned on the computer and took out some fresh clothes which he could wear after his shower, and he even took his towel down and put it over the bed, too, as he went through the usual motions he did whenever he came home from school. His ears kept listening to the sounds of showering coming from his brother's bathroom. His cock continued to throb in his jeans but he was too jumpy to even give it another little fondle...instead he'd have to concentrate on implementing another small plan...

...wow...was this how spies felt like when trying to steal nuclear secrets or something?

The shower finally ran dry, it seemed, and then, after a minute or so, he could hear a door being opened, and that was his cue. Jeff turned on his television and even turned on the noise a bit, just in time to catch some canned laughter on some sitcom rerurn. The pony took a deep breath and then opened his own floor, willing himself to calmness as he walked along the landing and then slowly began to descend the stairs.

He caught the sight of Brand, only clad in a towel around his waist, now standing by the open fridge in the kitchen. Jeff's boner jumped automatically as he took in the dark, dripping wet mane, the hot, slick muscles, thick arms and that defined chest, not to mention the towel-covered curved ass...that thick rump the pony had violated with his fingers...the same fingers now holding the fridge door open.

Jeff smirked as the pony jumped, just a little, as he saw the teen boy standing there, watching the recently showered stud.

"What the fuck, Jeff?"

Jeff loved it when Brand called him Jeff, it was always so cool.

Jeff flicked his tail and his ears as he walked over to the kitchen, slowly, his heart still pounding, as he had to come face to face with his...prey. He tried to keep it cool, though...and he thought that the mini-stallion would probably not notice any differences to the usual...Jeff knew that he always acted weird around his brother's best friend.

"What the fuck, Brand, stealing our food," Jeff smirked.

Brand snorted and took out a can of Diet Coke and slammed the fridge shut without doing anything like asking his friend's kid brother where he'd like to have something from the fridge.

"What the fuck, Jeff, cursing and sneaking around the house!" the slick pony sat on one of the tall stools next to the kitchen island and put his Coke down and then picked an apple from the bowl on the tiled table. and took a big, crunching bite.

"I'm not sneaking!" Jeff flicked his ears. "I just came in, I...uhh, heard you showering and didn't wanna bother you or anything..."

Jeff smiled innocently, and much to his satisfaction, Brand simply snorted.

"Good, kiddo," the hunky pony scratched his belly as he snapped the Coke open and took a long, foaming sip.

"I'm not a kid," Jeff pouted, "I'm sixteen, you remember, I turned two months ago, you were at my birthday party."

Brand put his Coke down and nickered.

"Yeah, the party where you begged me to try and get you some beer but I wouldn't because you're a whelp," Brand grinned and winked, giving some damn cocky eyes to Jeff as he looked at the hovering teen.

The wet-furred pony belched and lifted one thick arm up and scratch his armpit, sending a whiff of soapy aroma to Jeff's nose that did nothing to reduce his erection by any means. Jeff decided that acting normally was still his best bet, so he simply walked over to the fridge and took a Sprite for himself, and then sat down on the other side of the kitchen island, right in front of the once idolized and now lusted-after brotherly best friend. He gave him an innocent, boyish smile as he opened his soda can with the telltale hiss.

Brand didn't seem too amused by the display of cuteness. He smacked his tail against his rump and snorted.

"What the fuck you're staring at kid?" the pony grunted.

"Nothing," Jeff flicked his ears and took a sip out of his soda. "Just wondering where Adam is."

Brand put down his beefy arm and rested his hand against his towel-covered thigh, sitting there in a more relaxed pose now.

"Had to go to talk to his boss after gym, he's gonna come back soon I guess, he told me to just come over," he mused.

Jeff gave a quick nod.

"And you got a key, dude, I know the door's locked."

"It's there," Brand waved his hand towards the dining table. "Put the mail there, too."

"Awww, thanks," Jeff grinned and flicked his ears annoyingly.

Brand snorted.

"Don't you have anything to do, kiddo?" the older pony snuffled at the high school kid who seemed to be intent on spying his every move.

"I wanna hang out with you," Jeff smiled, his best innocent expression firmly held in place as his big eyes stared down at the pony he knew to be much more kinky than he'd ever imagined before today...before...10 minutes ago, really.

Brand nickered.

"Well I don't really wanna hang around with someone who still uses diapers and eats mashed carrots for dinner," the cocky six-packed pony smacked his tail again.

Jeff pouted and showed his tongue at the pony.

"Why're you mean to me?" he tried to sound hurt.

"Because I don't have any little brothers of my own, of course," Brand bared his teeth as he leered at the younger pony sitting in front of him. "It's a big brother right."

"You ain't my brother," Jeff retaliated, all smirks. "You're just that random dude who likes hanging around here a lot without any clothes on."

Brand snorted and took a long swig out of his Coke.

"Don't you have any friends of your own to hang out with?"

"You're my friend," Jeff replied, immediately. "Besides, I'm emo and am just the mysterious broody loner at school...that's my thing."

_And soon a lot more if I get my wa_y, he thought, while his boner twitched and coughed up more pre into his stained boxers full of musky pony meat sprouting out of his own young thick, furry loins.

"I'm not your friend," Brand grunted. "Why don't you ho play with your games or something?"

"Let's play Halo together!" that was one of Jeff's favorite things to request...especially since sometimes Brand actually said yes, and they could kick some ass together while Adam watched.

"Nope," Brand was quick to shoot down any co-op hopes as fast as they were made, and Jeff remembered to drop his ears down over his skull and brood.

"Awwww...you're not a fun friend anymore."

"You silly monkey," Brand chuckled.

Jeff couldn't help but smile at the fact that he had made the pony smile...that had to mean that the pony did actually like him, at least a little bit. That might indeed come in handy when he'd start to implement whatever plan he was going to come up with...now only if he'd actually find one that'd ensure that he could safely make his case...that he knew about Brand's secret activities, and might want something in return for his continued silence...and the withholding of that crucial evidence from ever reaching Adam's eyes.

"Well I'm not a monkey, and besides, that's racist."

Brand moved fast and gave the side of his head a light smack, really too light to actually hurt, but that and the accompanied scowl were meant to freak him out, not actually cause physical damage.

"Fuck off!" the pony snorted as he sat back on his muscular rump. "I doubt there's still anything wrong about calling you an idiot, is there?"

"Dunno, but it's mean," Jeff whined.

Brand munched on his apple and seemed to be all too curious about the small floral painting on the wall, and Jeff could watch him for a while, enjoying the pony's profile. He really was handsome, and Jeff was sure that he could get any girl he wanted...maybe he did bang them, too, besides being gay...not that he was sure that Brand was gay, but what he did there before was pretty damn gay. No wonder Jeff always got belly flutters when he saw the pony, strutting his stuff so confidently around, especially when only wearing a towel just like now. He knew that even now, under that single layer of fuzzy cloth, a newly jerked off cock was sleeping...a thick, pretty cock perfect for being sucked and stroked and fucking things...a dream cock.

"Man you drooling or something?" Brand's voice brought Jeff back into this world, and he jumped a little, ears flicking quickly.

"Whut?" Jeff blinked.

"You looked like you were drooling there, far out, man!" Brand waved his hand at Jeff.

"Nah," Jeff smirked. "I ain't drooling..."

"Then stop acting like you had a thing or something, you just sitting there not doing anything, it's creepy," Brand snorted.

"Okay," Jeff snuffled as he picked up his drink and took a good, fizzy sip. "Let's do something fun!"

"No we won't!"

*

Jeff kept the banter going back and forth for the next half an hour or so, being exactly as annoying as he was told to be when it came to teasing his big brother's best friend, all the time until the front door was opened and Adam clip-clopped in.

"Hi Adam!" Jeff called out and waved his hand cheerfully at his big brother who didn't seem too happy, for he snorted loudly as soon as he stepped in.

"Fuck," Adam greeted his sibling and his friend as he stomped over.

"Wassup bro?" Brand's brow was raised as he watched the pony walk over into the kitchen and grab a big, green apple from the bowl, and he took a big, wet bite.

"Doug wants me to work tomorrow afternoon, fuck, fuck, fuck," he batted the surface of the counter with his palm for emphasis as he recounted the reason to his bad mood.

"Shit," Brand's ears flattened. "That means no for tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?" Jeff moved in, sounding curious as hell.

Brand gave him an ugly look, but Adam didn't seem to be bothered, as he swallowed the piece of apple he'd been chewing, and shrugged.

"Yeah, sorry, Brand, don't think we can do anything tomorrow, and it's fucking Friday!" the pony complained and brayed a little in annoyance.

"Yeah, sorry dude," Brand patted Adam's shoulder with a compassionate dude hand, quickly, before he sat back normally again.

"I tried to say I was busy but he wouldn't listen, so yeah, that's it, no Friday, fuck," Adam harrumphed.

"Damn," Brand shook his head.

"Sorry, dude, think we could do something on Saturday, though, maybe?" Adam asked, watching his seated friend curiously.

"Yeah, sure," Brand nodded, "I'm sure we can figure something out, yeah."

"Good, can't stand doing nothing for the whole weekend, especially if tomorrow's all fucked up," Adam rubbed the side of his broad muzzle. "Fuck this shit man..."

"Sure's a prick that Doug," Brand snuffled.

"Yeah...can't do anything right, the old geezer, but it's a job."

"Yeah, guess that's what matters."

"Sure, yeah," Adam took a bite out of his apple and seemed to notice Jeff for the first time, for his ears flicked. "Hi kiddo."

"Hi, bro," Jeff smirked confidently.

"Wassup?" Adam asked, not entire disinterested.

"Was just having fun with my friend Brand," Jeff leered.

Brand snorted.

"He's been pissing me off since I came over, dude!"

Adam chuckled and nickered a little bit as he watched the two fellow ponies sitting next to him.

"That's what he does, man...never a moment of peace when the kid's around," the brother pony declared.

"I am sixteen!" Jeff declared, glad that he'd finally passed that milestone, even if he didn't get any beer on his birthday.

"You're still the kid," Adam declared. "Ugh...and I really should shower, too..."

"You stink, bro," Jeff retaliated immediately, sniffing audibly at his brother who did reek like a walking locker room, or something like that.

"Yeah, well, that's what it takes to keep these babies in action," the pony grinned confidently as he made a couple of goofy poses out of making muscles with his arms, much to Jeff's amusement.

Brand seemed to be watching it with clear interest, too, Jeff noticed, or at least so it looked like for the younger pony...hmm...

"Haha," Jeff grinned.

"Shut up, kiddo," Adam smirked as he finished his apple in on giant bite and then got up from his seat. "I'm going up to take a shower, see you guys soon."

The pony made his flicky-tailed way towards the stairs and left Jeff again alone with Brand...Brand...Brand..Brand...Brand.

"So you wanna play some Halo?" Jeff smiled.

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It was a weird afternoon for Jeff, that was to put it lightly. He tried his best not to keep thinking about Brand doing all sort of sexy things to himself, or alternatively, about himself doing sexy things with Brand, but it was a struggle, and certainly didn't make doing his homework in anyway easier. He spent all too much time on his math problems, because all the time when he tried to think about trigonometry, he thought about the angle of a stiff pony cock shooting out of the pony's hot groin, ready to pump some hole full of thick, ropey jizz. He'd lay on his belly on his bed, books spread open, his own cock throbbing hard against the mattress, his mind wandering back to the image he'd already taken numerous secret peeks at. Every glimpse onto that hot photo made him even harder and reduced his mental faculties even further, making it almost impossible to concentrate.

Damn Brand...he was so dangerous to horny teen-aged gay furried whose minds only revolved around the theoretical idea of sex...not so theoretical, perhaps, if he'd got his way...and Jeff was slowly formulating a plan, just a little one, as he continued scribbling numbers over his notebook and not really caring if his sums were right or wrong.

Dinner passed in a blurry, and he dodged the few questions from his mother and father easily, not really wanting to chit-chat with them as his mind continued to work on the much more interesting business of Brand and what could happen if he played his gay cards rights.

He didn't need any excuses for his shower after he was done eating, especially after both his mother and father told him that it was something he should do, and thus, Jeff was more than happy to slip out of his clothes and put them in the hamper and step into the hot stream of water cascading from the nozzle. Jeff nickered happily at the warmth, especially when it washed over his pre-slickened, still chubby cock and his leathery sheath, bring front a little moan from him, too, and a flick of his tail. The pony stood there, happily rumbling as he rubbed his chest, enjoying the warmth and the simple fact that he was touching himself, as he continued to rub himself down, getting ready and cozy before actually soaping up his brown furs. The warmth was doing wonders for his cock, too, and it was already fully hard and pulsing in the hot current of water by the time he got his hands down over to his crotch and he was rubbing on his thigh pony thighs. His six inches stood out in front of him, black and pink and equine-shaped, nothing to be shamed about, he had decided, even though he knew that many of the stallion jocks must've had huge dongs hidden in their own big, black sheaths.

Jeff gasped as he grabbed his member and gave it a little tug, enjoying his slick palm making an easy way along the soft, engorged skin. The heat of the water was only adding to the pleasure of pawing off, and he neighed, just softly, making sure he wasn't too loud, while he started to play himself, slowly stroking himself off. His minds easily wandered back to the image of the kneeling pony, no longer one conjured up by his X-rated imagination, but the real one...Brand, his body taunt, doing all those nasty things to himself and getting off, right there, on Jeff's big brother's bed.

He wondered whether Adam could smell something weird on his bed, or whether he'd think it was just residue from his own jerking off sessions...maybe he'd catch a hint of a weird musk..but then again, Brand was there so often that maybe he couldn't really tell. Jeff's hand kneaded over his big, round balls that hung in a loose sac between his legs, and thought that he'd surely notice such a rich musk...so varied...sexy...big...horny...and he nickered again, the very idea of doing anything sexual with that stud making him more horny than he'd felt in a long time. Jeff tugged on his balls and squeezed them, carefully, while his other hand slid higher over his shaft, so that he could rub his fingertips over his tip...teasing that piss slit there, just the way he liked it.

He had to have that pony...no matter that he was eighteen and his brother's best friend, Jeff had spent enough nights pawing off thinking about the hot stud Brand that he couldn't pass this chance of actually getting to do something with him. What he had in mind probably counted as blackmail and at least it broke some rules if not laws...but his horny, lusty mind could hardly care. The smell, the sight, the voice....Brand bad such a low, sexy voice that really was a turn on in its own, too...like soft fingertips stroked over the smooth, silky, furry skin on the back of his neck...uhhh yes...

Jeff's hand flew over his wet erection as he let his imagination go free. It's not like he didn't have a few things in store, there was the idea of the school locker room, after classes...catching Brand showering, with a big boner...being called over and then he'd kneel over and slip his muzzle over that big cock. Jeff might gag on it, but Brand would be firm and push his muzzle down on it...making him take it all. In the alternate scenario, it'd still be the locker room, but this time the studly pony was wearing football gear...helmet and all...pressing the puny in comparison little pony Jeff against the lockers, slamming him on it and groping the pony while huffing hotly against his ear...telling that he was going to get fucked and turned gay...not that Jeff ever imagined that he was straight, but hell, it was a sex fantasy, not real life...uh...lol?

Jeff pulled the skin of his ball sac taunt as he slipped his thumb over his taint and into the fleshly base of his tail, to find the protruding ring of his muscular doughnut of a tailhole, hidden snugly between his thick rump cheeks. He hissed between clenched teeth at the contact as he imagined how it'd feel like if it wasn't his thump pressing against that puckered flesh there, but Brand's big, hot, wet, dripping cock, planning to fuck him in the ass until he'd be screaming for help...help at being even more stuffed with thick dong until the pony would cream his younger fuck buddy's rump and fill him with seed. Jeff poked his asshole, carefully, not unfamiliar with ass play, but simply more happy now to tease and let his mind wander to even more dirty images of rump-humping with his brother's hot friend.

It wasn't all about him getting fucked, no, Jeff had quite the supply to counter that, all kind of ideas how it'd feel like to mash his cock between the bigger bony's firm ass cheeks and hump him, telling him that he'd soon be getting six sturdy inches of pony-cock up his furry rump, coming from the KID brother of all furs. He could ram it in good...deeply, pounding Brand's tight and surely virgin asshole until he'd fill it with him...in his fantasies, even Jeff could be the tough guy, and tell Brand, the real hunk, who was the boss, and make him go on all fours and accept a slick cock from the slightly heavy-set geek of a pony. Their size difference made it even hotter, because the bulky athlete was sure to feel like a great, fleshy cushion, if Jeff laid over him...pounding away on his tight, never-before-fucked ass until he'd let a good load of pony cum swim into the moaning hunk's guts. He might have a gag, too, though...that was another secret little idea Jeff had entertained, and made a couple of tissues well crusty with it.

The pony nickered as he felt that all too familiar churning sensation in his balls, signaling that if he didn't cut down on the stimulation over his cock and his tailhole, he'd soon be painting the walls of the shower cabinet with something white that wasn't soap suds. Jeff wanted to draw it out, he was so pent-up and wanted it to last, but then again, he was 16, he had the right to simply rush all the way through into the finish and, he sure made enough cum with those big balls of his that he could have seconds later on if he liked, during the night, in his bed, and maybe with the help of a certain cell phone photo safely stored on the memory card.

Fuck...there the image was again...painted in front of him by his imagination, based on fuzzy image, but crystal clear HD in his mind's eye, showing off the pony's flexing muscles as he drove fingers into his ass and stroked his cock towards a messy finish, just like Jeff was doing now, in his shower...

He could feel his tailhole clenching against his thumb as he hit the final gear on and went up and down on his dick, sparing nothing until his flesh twitched and he bit his teeth together, not wanting to bellow out when he came hard all over the shower wall and his palm, shooting an almost ridiculous amount of cum out of his compact cock. The white stuff was soon splashed away and mixed with the water going down the drain, but Jeff hardly noticed, his nose filled with his musk and he imagined that it was Brand's musk, not his own, overwhelming his senses while his cock pulsed and his balls pulled close to his body. Jeff's young body was taunt, as much as it could, and he sighed, hard, when the waves of pleasure got the best of him, and he leaned against the shower wall, exhaustion rushing through him just the way his seed had done earlier, by now gone , with only a hint of the slightly chlorine-like smell lingering in the confined space of the shower cabinet.

"Oh shit...Brand..." Jeff husked, nickering softly as the tension was released from his body and he was calm, warm, wet, stiff-dicked and most of all...horny still.

Jeff nursed his cock for a couple of more minutes, giving his oozing shaft a few, slow strokes to let it come down slowly, and so that it would be properly washed before slipping to sleep inside its sheath. He managed to catch his breath, and picked up the bottle of shampoo off its small shelf, and began to lather himself up. Jeff took the time to soap up his nipples and his groin and enjoyed spreading the sticky stuff over his balls into and into his crack, too, his tail flicking at the ticklish sensation of fingertips against prodding his tailhole. It was a fine, relaxing self-grooming time, even when his mind worked on the other matter at hand...the fact that he had designs on a certain pony named Brand, and more likely...on that not so innocent pony's hot, fetish fuel body, and what he could do with it.

Jeff brayed and nickered softly as he turned off the water and enjoyed standing there for a while, in the steamy, hot, wet air, water dripping all over his refreshed body. A smile spread over his lips, a broad one, as he shook his made to try and get some of the water out of it, and he enjoyed the general sensation of simply being who he was...because he was a pony on a mission.

TO BE CONTINUED

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There we go! What do you think? Worth another chapter? Curious about what happens next?

Find all this out in the next chapter of "My Brother's Best Friend" , by Gruffy!

Cheerio!