A Tale of Two Horses, Act 9
A tale of Two Horses.
Part 9.
By Jackson Taylor (Wolfie Steel) and Drafty the Suffolk Punch.
So, we have broken new ground as it were, my throat is still relishing the taste of the all male Drafty, and if I'm honest I could do him again right now, but I can also see that I may have gone just a little bit too far and so I know that I have to slow things down a little.
"Well Drafty, you have patched me up and...filled me up, now let me return your kindness, the wind is getting quite strong outside, so why don't I get us something smooth to drink, and then we can sit and talk about what has gone on here tonight, hopefully like two grown horses"
Drafty is still shivering a little with nerves; the only way that I am going to calm him down is to show him that he can trust me. Underneath the staircase is my drinks cabinet, you can tell that I haven't used it in a while as there is a slight layer of dust on it, I walk over to the cabinet and pull out the two supports, I then lower the cabinet door down on to the supports and take out two scotch glasses.
Next I reach into the cabinet and pull out a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label scotch, I pour us both a glass and then walk back over to the sofa, I put the bottle down onto the coffee table and then I pass a glass to Drafty.
He shakily takes the glass as I hold my own and take my place back on the sofa. Drafty takes a nervous sip of his drink but then starts to calm down a little; he even makes a little joke.
"Christ above, that bottle hasn't seen the light of day for quite a while, but it is damn fine scotch, you obviously have taste"
I place a gentle hoof on Drafty's arm.
"I only get it out on special occasions, and I think that this moment qualifies, I won't beat around the bush with you Drafty, what I did to you would normally have earned me another injury to my face, and maybe even a few missing teeth, but I'm afraid that when a beautiful and tasty cock is presented to me I can't help myself but help myself. Now I won't lie to you bud, I want to explore more of your body and maybe take things to the next level, but that will only happen with agreement on both sides, what I did just now was to show you what it can be like to be sucked by a loving stallion, and I think that you enjoyed it judging by the amount of your seed that I sucked down, but if you don't want to go any further then I have to respect that"
Drafty looks at me and absentmindedly gives his crotch a little rub.
"Jackson, I have something to tell you, I mean you probably know this already anyway, but I kind of started watching the TV, it was obviously showing the last channel that you watched and well the net result is that I sprung a boner, now things conspired to the point where my dick ended up pretty much half way down your throat, yes at first I really wanted to be anywhere else but here, but I will tell you something Jackson, you have a very warm, wet and soft muzzle and the suction that you were giving me I have never felt the like before, oh sure I have had a mare or two blow me, and yes Drafty junior has had a play in the odd mares garden of delight, but none of that compares to what you gave me, I totally lost it and I would be lying if I said that I didn't want to take it further, but this is a small village and I just don't know how my boss is going to react when he finds out that I have been given a BJ by another guy"
Drafty finishes his scotch and puts the glass back on the table, I gesture to him to see if he wants another to which I receive a gentle nod, and so I pour us both another measure.
"Look Drafty for me I would lovingly raise my index finger to the world if you and I were to take things further, I would happily walk into that pub with you and give you one massive kiss in front of everyone, oh sure there would be talk and we would probably have to find a new pub afterwards, but I would do it because I would know that I had the love of a beautiful hoss, but I can also see things from your point of view, you need to live and work in this village and so you have to make up your own mind, if you decide that my muzzle was good enough to continue on then I can show you so much more, but if you decide that the risk is just too great then well at least I will have my memories, and I hope your continued friendship"
Drafty finishes his second drink with me following suit shortly afterwards, I stand from the couch and collect the empty glasses and take them into the kitchen, man have I got some cleaning up to do later on, I must remember to go out to the village general store and get some heavy duty cleaning stuff, I walk back into the living room, I am just about to pick the bottle of scotch up when I see Drafty yawn.
I pick the bottle up and replace it back into the cabinet; with the cabinet closed I move back to the coffee table and move it out of the way.
"Well Drafty I don't know about you but I am dead on my hooves, the wind is still blowing a gale out there so why don't you sleep here for the rest of the night?"
It seems that Drafty takes this the wrong way as he jumps up from the sofa and begins to head for the door, just before he arrives at the door I begin to pull out the sofabed, Drafty looks back at me and I am sure that I can see the slightest of blushes on his muzzle, its then that I realise what he is thinking.
"Drafty, yes I admit I would like to take you to bed and fuck you senseless, but at the moment you are still unsure so my offer to you is the sofabed while I go to my room, I will bring you some blankets and then get a bit of sleep, and I promise that I won't take advantage of you"
Drafty hangs his head a little in embarrassment but slowly makes his way back towards the sofabed.
"Thanks Jackson...I don't think I can walk home in this state"
Being a little steadier on my legs now I walk upstairs to my linen closet and take out the bedding for the double sized sofabed, I take it back down stairs and stack it on the floor so that Drafty can make himself comfortable, I look back at Drafty.
"Well hoss, when you leave in the morning, just make sure that the deadbolt latches once you have closed the door, and hopefully I will see you around"
With that said I head back upstairs to the bathroom, I need to take a leak before bed and I also need to crack one off having just sucked some of the tastiest cock that I can ever remember, that image and memory is going to stay with me for quite a while.
As I am relieving myself, in more ways than one, I can hear Drafty downstairs, moaning and mumbling something, from this distance I can't tell what he is saying, he is probably having some kind of war with himself, a war which I started.
I stand there at the toilet bowl, my fourteen inch horsy pride in my hand, tonight there is only one image playing through my mind, but this time it is an image that has substance, I now know how good Drafty tastes it is no longer a dream, I have just sucked Drafty's sixteen inch meat pole and he has not disappointed me.
I continue to move my hand back and forth, but now I am getting close, I begin to moan and nicker, oh gods what if Drafty hears me? But at this moment in time I couldn't give a fuck, my climax was going to be a big one and there was nothing that I could do to stop it now.
I let out a whinny as my flare pulses and fires huge spurts of pent up stallion seed into the toilet bowl, I stand there for a moment draining every last drop from my tank, my mind now slowly starts to calm down from its orgasmic state, I look down into the bowl and can see the fruit of my loins, a thought springs to mind "What a waste, that could have been swallowed by that wonderful chestnut stallion down stairs, but it probably will never happen"
I flush the toilet and then I head back into my bedroom, my ears swivel around a little to try and pick up any sound from Drafty, but there is nothing so I guess he is either sleeping or has heard me in the bathroom and has left in disgust despite the wind and gone home.
Well it matters not anyway, by the time I go down stairs to breakfast he will be gone anyway, will I see him again? Will he even acknowledge my existence? Will he want to take things to the next level? I guess only time will tell.
My continued thanks go out to Drafty the Suffolk Punch for agreeing to co-write and generally help me out with this story. Trot on bud, trot on.