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Cody was already panting and trembling, on the verge of coming, when they reached the dark stables. Anton had said—and Cody agreed—that he’d need to prep himself before trying this. They didn't have any dildos, but Anton had a case of Monster in his room.
The can had stretched his cunt all bike ride, sloshing heavily in his guts. Anton had to stop and wait every block or so, smugly watching Cody's increasingly pathetic cycling. The bumpy dirt road leading to the stables was nearly impossible to traverse with the can jostling his insides and the bike seat vibrating his clit. Whenever he looked down, he could see the bulge of it through his thin T-shirt. Still, he didn’t come.
He had to lean on Anton to keep from collapsing as his friend unlocked the stable door. Anton's cousin worked there, caring for the horses, scooping shit, and teaching kids to ride in a circle. Sometimes she'd let Anton and Cody come over and give the horses carrots while she groomed them. Anton had stolen her keys.
“I need a few minutes,” Cody panted when they were finally inside, still draped over Anton for support.
They stood for a while in the dark stables. A few horses had peeked their heads over their stall walls with curious ears, but they quickly lost interest. It smelled like hay and sweaty animals and shit.
Cody was still clenching and releasing around the Monster can, legs like jelly, when Anton playfully smacked him on the ass.
“Come on, dude, you can take it out when we find the right horse.”
Cody clutched at Anton’s shoulders and squirmed at the reminder that soon it would be horse cock deep in his guts, stretching him open and pumping him full. Fuck, he needed it. Anton always had the best ideas.
A few weeks ago, when Anton found him stuck in a fence and knotted by the neighbor’s dog, he hadn’t made fun of Cody or thought he was gross. The opposite—he’d been so turned on that he couldn’t even wait to help Cody get free before desperately fucking his sloppy pussy.
Anton was only a year older than Cody, and despite his posturing had been a virgin. He lasted under a minute, but he’d been ready to go again as soon as he’d managed to free Cody from the splintery wood that had trapped him.
“Your pussy is perfect,” Anton had praised, kneading Cody’s thighs as he spread them open to watch cum ooze from his fucked-out hole.
“You don’t think I’m girly for this, right?” Cody had asked. He could live with being raped by a dog, but he didn’t think he could handle his best friend not thinking he was a boy anymore.
“No,” said Anton, and Cody had sagged in relief. “I think it's hot.”
Cody fell in love with him a bit for that, but the last thing he wanted was to be a girl about it. Anton has said mutual masturbation is normal for guy friends. He’d kept his moans professional as Anton fucked him again, right there in the dirt. To be honest, it wasn’t hard to keep from losing his head—Anton’s little twelve-year-old dick couldn't compare to a dog’s.
Since then, Anton had been showing Cody all sorts of videos, opening his mind to things he never thought possible. Men and women tied up in different ways, beaten and pissed on, impaled by different animals. Cody never knew how badly he needed a horse to fuck him until he watched that video as Anton pounded him from behind, whispering in his ear. He had recently become a vegetarian.
They'd been fucking as much as they could, which wasn’t a lot—middle schoolers don’t get much privacy. Still, it was summer, so they managed about three times a week. Cody begged his dad for a cell phone, but it wasn’t going to happen.
Sex wasn't as satisfying without a dog filling him up first, but they'd only managed to bribe the Doberman over again once. To make up for it, Anton liked to shove the handles of spatulas and hairbrushes into Cody’s tight pussy until he was overstimulated from coming. Then he’d fuck his gaped hole.
They should try putting Monster cans in him more often.
Cody was left teetering on trembling legs as Anton went to examine the papers at each stall for a suitable candidate.
“Mare… mare… gelding… mare… gelding—Jesus, doesn’t anyone have a horse with balls?” complained Anton.
“Mmgh,” agreed Cody, rubbing his thighs together and shaking his ass to slosh around the heavy can. A horse with huge balls, churning with cum…
Anton snapped his fingers. “Pay attention, man. Ooh, check out this guy!”
Cody looked over. Anton was standing in front of a stall containing the largest horse he'd ever seen. It towered over them, thick and muscular and terrifying. Its hooves looked as big as their heads.
“No way!” gasped Cody. “It'd kill me.”
“Then find a better option,” Anton said, unconcerned.
Cody stumbled towards the next aisle of stalls. His pussy lips, swollen with arousal, slid against each other with every step, jostling his clit. His wet underwear rubbed uncomfortably against his skin.
“Ngh.” He couldn’t stop the little moans from leaving his throat when each step made him shiver. “Nnng!”
He fell against a stall for support, the horse inside watching him with a large eye and interested ears. When he looked up, Anton was groping himself, pupils blown from watching Cody’s pathetic attempts at staying upright.
“That one?” Anton asked.
The stall’s label confirmed that this was a Morgan stallion. Cody looked again at its elegant neck and sturdy torso, how the red-brown of its body darkened to thin, black legs. And then underneath, to its large balls and the bulge of its sheathe.
“Yeah,” Cody whispered, his pussy clenching around the can in anticipation. Soon that beautiful horse would be fucking him.
He jumped when Anton appeared behind him to grind on his ass and grope his crotch through his cargo shorts. Then he relaxed into it, squirming in his taller friend's arms as Anton pressed against the bump the can made in his belly.
“We should make sure you're ready first, right?” Anton asked, wiggling his hand into Cody’s underwear to feel how wet and sticky it was in there.
“Uh huh,” Cody agreed. Anything to keep Anton’s fingers playing with his sensitive, swollen clit.
Anton shoved his hand deeper into Cody’s pants and slid two fingers into his soaked cunt. The light touch still wasn’t enough, even as Anton felt all around his entrance to make sure he was loose enough. Cody’s pussy clenched greedily around the Monster can as if it could draw in Anton’s fingers, too.
“Slut,” Anton laughed fondly in his ear, and ran a thin finger around the circumference of the can.
The stretch was wonderful. Anton’s finger tickled his throbbing insides and his wrist rubbed Cody’s clit. His erection dug into Cody’s ass and the can felt bigger with each jostle, but Cody was staring at the horse in front of him, thinking about how it’ll be larger and hotter than Anton, than even the can.
“Seems pretty good to me,” Anton said, and then he pushed the Monster can even deeper with a loud squelch.
“Nnngghhh,” Cody moaned as the rounded bottom of the can bumped up against his cervix like it belonged there. It felt so heavy and deep, and he shivered in anticipation for how much more intense that stallion cock would feel. He fell against the stall gate, drooling, his cheek rubbing the worn wood.
“You need that horse cock bad, huh?” Anton asked, drawing back to tease Cody’s swollen red clit with slick fingers. Cody nodded deliriously and humped his hand. He did need it, he did!
Cody came when Anton pinched his clit, whining high and loud, contracting around the can. The horse’s head moved in alarm, right next to him, huffing hot air over the back of his trembling neck.
“Okay, let's take it out,” decided Anton.
Finally. Without Anton’s fingers, the heavy can was already sliding back down his slippery, pulsing cunt. Cody braced himself against the old wood, sticking out his butt. He relaxed into it when Anton squeezed his ass and grinded against him.
Anton peeled down his shorts and his absolutely soaked boxer briefs. The musky smell of his dripping cunt filled the air; the horse’s nostrils flared. Did it like his smell? Did the other horses? What if he caused a stampede, and they all fucked him one by one…
Anton left Cody's pants mid-thigh, trapping him. He was already clenching and tilting his hips to make sure the Monster can didn't slip out, which put his dripping little pussy on display as he tensed and wiggled.
“Perfect,” Anton said.
Cody looked over his shoulder and directly into a digital camera. The recording light was on.
“Hey!” he gasped, turning too quickly. His legs caught in his cargo shorts and he nearly fell over. He caught himself against the stall, more bent over and exposed than before.
Anton laughed at him and Cody pouted over his shoulder. “Turn it off.”
“It’s just for us, I promise,” said Anton. He didn’t sound like he was lying. “You’ll wanna remember this too, right?”
Cody bit his lip. Those videos online were so hot, and Cody would kind of like a record of the amazing sex he’s about to have. Anton petted his pussy encouragingly, tapping at the can to send vibrations through his cunt, camera focused directly on his flushed, needy hole.
“Okay,” he quietly agreed.
“Awesome,” said Anton, rubbing circles into his clit in reward. Cody squirmed and clenched; the can escaped a little in his fight to stay upright.
“That’s it,” said Anton. “Push it out.”
It was less pushing and more relaxing. Cody sighed as the can slid easily out of his stretched cunt and into his friend’s waiting hand. He felt so empty in its wake, air cold against his pulsing insides.
“Damn, it’s larger than I remember,” said Anton, rubbing the Monster can’s rim between Cody’s sensitive pussy lips.
Panting, Cody looked down at the wet can as it dripped his slick onto the floor. It seemed enormous in Anton’s small hand, and Cody flushed at having taken it all. He was about to take even more.
“Can I go in?” he asked.
“You’re excited, huh,” observed Anton, setting the can on the stall’s half-wall.
“So are you,” said Cody, eyeing the bulge in his pants.
“You got me,” Anton said. He rubbed around the inner circumference of Cody's gaping pussy, fingers squishing loudly.
“Mmmuuuhhh,” Cody moaned, almost falling over. Between grasping at the stall and Anton’s hand in his cunt, he managed to stay upright.
Anton laughed, but helped pull down his shorts and underwear with one hand, filming the whole time. Cody’s sneakers got tangled in his clothes, but he was scared for his bare feet to be next to a horse’s hooves. Once he was upright, he pulled off his shirt, already imagining the feeling of fur against his back.
Anton licked his wet hand, panning the camera down and up Cody’s naked, preadolescent body. Cody giggled nervously at the lens, watching his friend's pink tongue lapping up his slick.
“Okay, I’m going inside now,” he whispered.
“Wait,” said Anton, grabbing the halter hanging from the wall, “You’ll have to hold onto something or you’ll fall over. Put this on him and hang on to the lead rope.”
Cody took it and then unlatched the door. He swung it open as little as possible before wobbling inside.
Cody had always liked horses. He took a few lessons, but they were too expensive to regularly keep up, and he hadn’t been to summer camp since he transitioned. He didn’t get many chances to stand next to a horse, to feel its warm body and short, smooth fur. It smelled undeniably like an animal, earthy and musky.
When he slid the halter up its soft nose, the stallion politely ducked its head so Cody could fasten the buckle behind its ears. He pet its warm neck in praise, leaning against its sturdy shoulder.
“Come on!” complained Anton, “I thought you wanted to fuck him!”
Startled, the horse bent its neck to face him, wrapping around Cody’s naked body. He shivered as it brushed against his little pink nipples.
“I’m saying hi!” he hissed, petting the horse in comfort. “Don’t scare him!”
“Say hi to his dick,” said Anton, but he spoke much quieter.
Cody turned to stick out his tongue at him, forgetting for a second about the camera. He quickly spun back around when he saw it, embarrassed by the record of his childishness, and bent over to shuffle underneath the stallion’s belly. He’d grab onto the rope later.
Only eleven, Cody was still small enough to easily fit under the horse. It shifted as he settled beneath the barrel of its chest, flicking its tail, but it didn’t try to kick him or anything. It was intimidating under there, bracketed by its legs. Each of its breaths pressed down into his back, its warm fur tickling his back. He shivered a little in fear and anticipation.
“Go on,” whispered Anton.
Right in front of Cody’s face, the stallion’s large balls hung below the bulge of its sheath. The head of its dick was already poking out. Was it turned on by the smell of him?
Reaching out a hesitant hand to coax out its cock, Cody startled when the horse readjusted again. He braced himself up against its chest as it spread out its hind legs and shifted its weight.
“Woah,” he whispered, fixated on the swinging balls and twitching bulge before him.
He watched, enthralled, as the stallion's cock slowly slid inch by inch from its sheath, wobbling in front of his nose. Its shiny skin seemed a little wet, stinking of old pee and salty musk, and Cody could see specks of whiteness dotted along it as it extended. The pink of its broad head changed to mottled black down the shaft, where an intimidating ridge ringed around its circumference. It was enormous, and it wasn't even hard.
“It's going to fuck you!” Anton whispered excitedly. “Turn around!”
“Right,” said Cody, dubiously eyeing its blunt cockhead. Could that thing really fit inside him? The Monster can seemed suddenly miniscule.
Still, he shuffled to turn around beneath the huge animal, back pressed to its warm belly as it shifted above him. He looked back between his legs at that arm-length dick and it flexed.
Holy shit. It was going to fuck him. He stared, hypnotized, as it flopped back and forth.
“Help him aim!” hissed Anton, leaning over the stall wall to get a better angle.
Cody reached between his legs to grab the horse's slimy dick, biting his lip when he couldn't reach all the way around it. It strained in his small hand, warm and insistent, as he pointed the fat cockhead towards his dripping cunt.
“Aah!” Cody yelped as a hot, stinking spray of liquid hit his pussy so hard it gushed inside him. He flinched up against the stallion’s belly, which only aimed the stream of piss directly at his clit. “Nnnngghhh!”
The horse cock pulsed in his hand, hosing his cunt with steaming urine. It felt amazing, a million times better than trying to get off with the showerhead. He loved it, even as the acrid stench filled his nose, even as he shivered and his eyes watered with disgust at himself.
Cody didn't even think about dropping the dick or pointing it away. Instead, he mindlessly humped backwards, back sliding against the horse’s stomach. He rubbed that fat pissing cockhead over his little pussy, reveling in the wet pressure. Urine splashed up his chest and onto his face, flowed down his legs, marking him with the horse’s stench.
“Holy shit,” Anton whispered, which made Cody feel very cool and sexy.
High on endorphins and basking in the attention, desperate to be filled, he lined up the stream with his hungry pussy.
“Ooouuuugghh!” he squeaked as horse piss flooded his cunt.
The cock's blunt head was wider than his tiny preteen hole, even as stretched as it was. How was it ever going to fit inside him? The fat, bumpy glans rubbed back and forth between his pussy lips, kissing his entrance and pumping him full.
For almost a minute, the stallion hosed hot piss into his pussy, soaking his insides in the pungent fluid until his belly bloated. The animal barely seemed to notice his presence, using him as a urinal without a care. It was completely different to being filled with something solid—every nook and cranny of his cunt got the pressure he craved as his insides ballooned. Every few seconds, he'd wiggle until the spray blasted his clit, panting and moaning, knees knocking together.
When he chanced a peek at Anton, his friend's mouth was gaping, hands extended to aim his camera straight at Cody's writhing little body under the towering animal.
“Holy shit,” he said again. “Does that feel good?”
Cody squirmed in pleasure and embarrassment; he couldn’t admit it on camera. “I’m sooo full.”
“Yeah?” Anton said, excited. “You love being filled up with horse piss?”
“Nnnnnnggghh!” Cody whined, high-pitched and needy, hot with embarrassment. He did love it, he needed it! His belly expanded below him, budging his shaking arm.
With a final spray to his clit he came, back heaving against the hulking animal’s underside, legs shaking. His cunt clenched, squeezing out liquid until he frantically repositioned the cockhead to shoot every last drop into his entrance.
He rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm in the bliss of being filled to the brim with hot horse urine. The harsh stream trickled to an end as Cody panted against its belly, and its dick flopped from his clumsy fingers. Piss gushed out of his twitching cunt and down his legs, soaking his shoes. His toes curled in his wet socks.
“Wow,” said Anton.
“Yeah,” Cody breathed. He was drenched, skin sticky where pee had started to dry.
When the stallion readjusted, Cody nearly fell over. He stumbled, trembling legs barely keeping him off the straw-covered ground. His grasping hands found the dangling lead rope and he clung to it, pulling it back between the horse's front legs.
At Anton’s quiet instruction, he scooted backwards until his lower back was no longer against the horse’s ribs, its hair itching his back. Its huge balls nudged his ass, its dick hard against the backs of thighs. When he spread his legs, the cock slid between them to hit his stomach, whacking him across the pussy. The hit splattered droplets of piss and slick across his belly.
He rocked up against its belly and wiggled in anticipation, cunt throbbing as the horse’s slimy shaft rubbed between his folds. Its cockhead bumped up between his ribs; if it fucked him balls deep, it would be in his lungs.
When he wrapped his small hands around the hot horse dick, his fingers only just met each other. He traced up a bulging vein with his thumb as the cock pulsed in his hands. It was going to be bigger than anything he’d taken before. He shivered in anticipation, squeezing the length between his soft thighs.
“Line it up again,” whispered Anton.
“Right,” Cody agreed.
He stroked up the sticky shaft until his hands were around that strangely-shaped cockhead. His fingers circled the base of its glans, and the dick pulsed again, smacking his achingly hungry cunt.
“Ah!” he gasped.
He humped his hard little clit against the massive length as he wiggled around to line its cock up with his soaking wet entrance. Its cockhead was so weirdly bumpy, and its pisshole stuck out like a little spigot. When Cody rubbed his sloppy pussy all over it, the texture felt amazing. He couldn’t wait for it to be inside him.
Suddenly it grew in his hand, the edge of the cockhead flaring out to a point. Cody stared at the enormity of the thing flexing between his legs, imagining it fucking him to hit his cervix like a pickaxe.
He considered that he may have bitten off more than he could chew.
“Anton,” he started hesitantly, “I don't know—”
“Come on, man,” his friend said, disappointed. “It'll be so hot.”
Cody looked up at Anton, at the camera lense pointed right at him. He bit his lip in momentary indecision and shifted his weight, inadvertently lining up his loosened, slippery hole with the now-unflared cockhead.
The stallion took the opportunity to thrust forward, spearing Cody's poor little preteen pussy on an inch of fat horse cock.
“Haaaaahhhhh,” he wheezed, tears in his eyes, air pushed from his lungs.
It was enormous. His legs immediately gave out and he grabbed the lead rope, trying in vain to prevent all his weight from landing directly on that thick stallion dick.
Gravity forced Cody down another inch and it felt like a foot. The fat head crammed against his g-spot, every protrusion stimulating a different place inside him. Whining, eyes rolling back, Cody twitched limply around the cock still holding him up against the horse's belly.
It was beyond good or bad. It was big.
“Nnnnngggghhhh!” All of Cody's nerves centered in his cunt. His heartbeat pounded through his tight, twitching channel, making the cock feel even bigger every time his insides pulsed.
The stallion flexed its dick, and Cody squeaked as he wiggled up and down with it, bumping against the horse’s warm underside. Forced into eye contact with Anton by his wanton thrashing, Cody’s face heated as he was filmed hanging by the cunt from horse cock. It filled up so much of him, pressing into his g-spot with each twitch.
“Aaaannnhh!” he moaned. His pussy, swollen and dripping with arousal, eagerly swallowed another inch of dick.
He could feel it pushing the horse piss still inside him even deeper—a bulge was already forming in his lithe belly. Legs dangling numbly, he clung desperately to the lead rope as his poor little body tried to adjust to the gargantuan intrusion.
“Aaahh,” he gasped weakly. “It’s too bi—hiiiiiinnnnngggh!”
“It’s not even a third in,” Anton complained. “You can fit more.”
Cody didn’t think he could, and the horse evidently agreed. It shifted around until he began to slide slowly off its cock. It withdrew from him inch by painful inch, dragging through his drenched insides. Piss flowed out with it, splattering onto the floor. His pussy clung to the retreating shaft like it could keep it inside.
And then it thrust back in with a squelch.
“Uuunnnnggghh!” he moaned, that huge horse cock battering his cunt so deep his eyes crossed. His legs swung uselessly as his pussy took all his weight, pain and pleasure tingling up his spine.
Cody came, quivering all over, heart pounding in his ears. His cunt pulsed, gushing slick, slowly sucking the broad cockhead deeper and deeper. It didn’t care about the pain or danger; his greedy little pussy just wanted to be stuffed.
“Did you come?” he could vaguely hear Anton ask, and he nodded and whined in response, head lolling.
He was so full, and there was so much pressure against his g-spot, that he could barely remember to hold onto the rope. His entire body buzzed with pleasure. The orgasm washed through him, soothing his tensing muscles and unsure thoughts.
Then the huge cockhead expanded inside him.
“Hhhnnngghh!” Cody squealed as it speared his inner walls, lodging itself in place.
The horse thrust downwards, flared head digging through Cody's spasming cunt. It wasn’t even halfway inside him, but it was prying his poor little pussy open so wide he knew it would never be the same. It felt like he was being split in half, torn apart. His slender stomach bulged obscenely, almost up to his belly button.
When he craned his neck to find Anton, his friend was filming enrapturedly, camera extended and jaw dropped in awe. Cody shivered at the attention, clenching around the thick cock and making it feel even bigger.
The dirty stall floor loomed before him as he wobbled back and forth with the limb-sized dick holding him up. Creamy little boy cum bubbled out between his folds and oozed down the fat shaft, easing its way. Legs twitching, he hung on to the rope for dear life, pulling it towards himself in an attempt to take some weight off of his throbbing cunt.
There was a snort in front of him, and the stallion shifted, driving its dick even deeper into Cody’s squirming preteen body. His mindless yanking on the lead rope had encouraged the horse to raise a hind foot, stepping backwards.
“No, no, wait!” he gasped, and then its hoof hit the ground, jostling him even further down the impaling cock.
He writhed in overwhelmed pleasure as its flare scraped through his tender cunt. Its fat head battered his deepest parts, the protrusion of its urethra kissing his cervix. Stars swam in his vision, blurring the front legs in front of him.
“Nnngggghhh!” Cody whined, so full of hot, meaty horse dick that it pushed all the air from his lungs.
The stallion kept backing up, every step rolling its entire body against his back. It shallowlly fucked in and out of him whenever it planted a hoof, battering his cervix. Numbingly intense sensation tingled up his spine, turning his brain to mush.
When it backed up so far it hit the wall, the horse startled, bouncing Cody around on its dick in a way that ground into all his most sensitive spots. His heart jumped in his throat at such a huge, dangerous animal moving so suddenly, at the front hoofs moving so close to his face.
“Aah!” he squeaked as the thick length thrashed through him, “Ooohh!”
His legs swung wildly, toes curling in his shoes, as that fat cock churned up his insides. Its balls slapped his thighs as its dick plunged out his cunt, splattering piss and slick everywhere. Every movement the stallion made went directly to his pussy. It had recovered from its brief alarm to more pointedly flex its dick, pressing down into his g-spot and jabbing his cervix.
“Are you okay?” Anton whispered, now that the horse was no longer pacing.
“Mmmm so fuullll," Cody slurred, flopping against its furred belly with each shift of the cock inside him.
“Did he bottom out?” Anton asked breathlessly.
“Uh huuuhhh,” Cody drooled. “Tryna fuu—uuuhh!—ck m’womb.”
“Holy shit,” said Anton. “Let him!”
“S’too biiiig!” Cody whined, fists clenching around the lead rope.
The huge horse cock filled him completely, bulging beneath his skin, imprinting itself in his cunt. He trembled at the constant pressure against his g-spot, the insistent prodding his cervix. It couldn’t possibly fit inside his little eleven-year-old womb!
In its drive to do so anyway, the stallion lurched forwards, jerking him around by the cunt. Its cock flexed and flared as Cody writhed, arching his back, and it perfectly aligned to spear his helpless cervix.
His pussy was stretched beyond belief. His eyes rolled back in his head. He didn’t even think he had to pee, but he could feel himself spraying fluid down his thighs, down that huge cock still trying to lodge itself further inside him.
His orgasm overwhelmed him completely, washing through his body in fitful spasms. He panted, eyes prickling with tears as his involuntary clenching made the dick feel even bigger.
It pulsed, flare digging through his twitching cervix, and came.
“Haaahhh,” Cody moaned as thick, potent, horse cum pumped into his underage womb. It churned through his insides, sloshing heavily in his expanding stomach. He watched his belly swell with it, head lolling.
The stallion snorted and huffed as it drained its balls into his squirming body, chest expanding against his back. It felt endless.
White-knuckling the lead rope, Cody trembled through another orgasm as he was filled with hot, creamy cum. He could feel it oozing out of him around the stallion’s still-throbbing shaft, down his limp thighs.
The pressure in his cunt was blinding. His mind was useless, the rest of his body useless. He was nothing but a cocksleeve, a vessel for semen. Every quiver and clench of his horny little body just milked more cum into his bloated womb. His belly ached. He could feel it in his throat.
“Holy shit,” Anton was saying, but Cody barely noticed.
He was too busy grinding his hips, trying to force that stallion dick even deeper into his greedy cunt. Trying to force that pulsing cockhead further through his tight, twitching cervix. His arms shook and knees knocked as the flare breached his poor, stuffed womb.
“Hhhnnggh!” he whined, vaguely aware that he was still being recorded, that he’d be able to watch it later and see exactly how wrecked he looked. He moaned even louder to remind his future self just how good he felt as his belly swelled below him.
The endless flow of semen slowly petered out, and Cody tried even harder to inch backwards onto its cock, not wanting to lose a single drop. In his single-minded determination and overpowering bliss, he let go of the lead rope.
He flopped forward with a terrified squeak. For a moment he hung upside-down, suspended by the flare still hooked into his womb, whimpering as cum ran down his belly. It twitched inside him, contracting, softening just a little. Slowly, he started to slide off the enormous dick. It dragged at his insides, his cervix mouthing desperately at the retreating cockhead, but it eventually popped out with a loud, wet noise. Cody fell to the ground, panting into the straw, horribly empty.
He didn’t know how he managed to drag himself out of the stall, but eventually he lay panting at Anton’s feet. His friend wasted no time in kneeling over his thighs, not even pulling his pants all the way down. Cody drooled into his forearms as Anton’s small cock rubbed between his sore, puffy folds.
“That was so hot,” Anton moaned, easily sinking balls-deep in a single thrust, hands gripping Cody’s hips.
“Mmmm,” Cody agreed, limply tilting his ass up so Anton could better pound his g-spot on each stroke. His gaping pussy fluttered weakly around Anton’s little cock as it churned through the cum coating his insides.
“We need to do this again,” Anton was babbling, hips driving forward in a stuttering rhythm. “We should—hhngh—tie you to his belly so you can spend aaaaall night stuck on horse cock.”
“Nnngh!” Cody moaned at the thought: securely strapped to the enormous animal, impaled on its cock, filled over and over with its thick cum, maybe even its piss—he whined out another orgasm, finally clenching down enough to squeeze Anton’s cock.
“Fuck!” Anton panted, small fingers digging into Cody’s thighs, knees slipping on the floor. “You need to be a cocksleeve. Fuck!”
He came, adding to the mess in Cody’s ruined cunt, and fell against his back, their sweaty skin sticking to each other. They lay there for a few minutes, breathing hard. Cody never wanted this feeling to end.
When Anton started moving to get up, Cody whined in complaint. He whined harder when Anton’s soft cock slipped out of his messy pussy, hating that awful emptiness.
“Don’t worry,” Anton said from somewhere behind him. “I’ll make sure it all stays inside.”
Cody happily leaned into the hand landing on his thigh and then rubbing between his reddened pussy lips. Something cold and smooth pressed at his loose entrance and started to slide inside. Cody shuddered, realizing it was the Monster can again. It felt so small now compared to the magnificent horse cock, but hopefully it would keep enough cum plugged inside him. He didn't want any to drip out.
“Come on,” Anton said. “Get up. You still have to bike home.”