“It’s not… dangerous, though. Right?” Chris murmured right into Josh’s ear. He was hanging heavily over his friend’s shoulder and Josh could feel the warm, wet breath tickling his neck. He shivered and tried to mask it by playfully digging his elbow into Chris’ side until he – literally – got off his back.

“It’s just a big cuddlebug, Cochise. Laurence even let me ride it earlier.”

“If they find us, your dad’s gonna be pissed. Again.”

“Uhu”, Josh agreed softly, mind already far away. He pushed the door farther open, realized Chris was standing and dubiously peering inside the stable, then reached back and grabbed his hand to pull him inside.

They kind of forgot to let go of one another, and just stood in the gloomy half-darkness, fingers weaving together as their eyes adjusted and they got used to the warm smell of hay and horse droppings. It was eerily silent for a few moments, until soft rustling broke it.

“Come,” Josh whispered and pulled Chris along. It was easy – Chris hadn’t exactly been fighting it since Josh brought the idea up. Only his fierce blush hadn’t dissipated.

The horse was a gorgeous one; tall, with slim limbs and a dark brown, glossy coat. It was used to play some kind of devil steed, but when they gave it some apples, Chris could see for himself how carefully the animal plucked them out of their flat hands.

They pet its nose for a while – Chris giggling when the big, silky tongue dragged across his fingers, leaving warm and sticky saliva behind.

“What’s his name?”

“Uh… Nico, I think.”

The big, dark eyes were drooping in satisfaction from Josh scratching it right between the eyes, and Chris found himself relaxing even while his belly started tightening up in nervous anticipation. He felt sweaty and embarrassed, and he was glad about the gloomy darkness surrounding them to hide his flush of eagerness.

His eyes trailed from Nico’s sleepy eyes along the long, slim neck and towards the back of him. Trailing and searching, yet still trying not to look for it. When he glanced at Josh, he could see his friend’s pale eyes staring at him. There was a forgotten grin on his face that looked more like a fond smile than anything else.

They didn’t say anything as Josh’s hand fell on the bolt holding the box closed, eyebrows drawing up in question. Chris could see how Josh’s pupils had dilated. It was harder to tell with his darker skin, but he, too, looked flushed and excited. Chris nodded, trembling hands rubbing at his jeans to try and dry them a little.

.o.

Nico had swung his head towards them as they slipped inside, but other than pressing his forehead against Chris’ chest to let him hug his head and rub the warm place behind the large, pointed ears, he didn’t move. He looked content with them in his space and Chris could feel his cock starting to shake off the thrall of nervous anticipation, because it was starting to fill, what with the warm air from the horse’s nostrils blowing right against his belly. 

His mouth was dry as he watched Josh pet Nico’s neck with trembling hands, and then further down – across the shoulder, along the slight slope of the spine and across the curve of the horse’s ass, rubbing at the start of the tail until it lifted and then lashed once into the air.

“Careful,” Chris whispered, heart beating so fast he could feel it in his throat. It wasn’t helping any with his cock, though. Not when he watched Josh lay his cheek against the big, warm belly of the animal, and savor the feel until he bend a little in the knees and peered further down…

“Fuck… look at this…”

Chris had to swallow a few times, wetting his throat and giving the big head one final squeeze before he made his way back to Josh. He could barely feel his feet. He felt tingly and nauseous, and like all of his blood had left to collect in his fiercely pounding cock.

Sneaking a little peek, he could see that Josh was in pretty much the same condition – an obvious bulge in his pants made Chris’ mouth water, before he focused on what Josh had meant to really show him.

Nico’s balls were as large as Chris’ fists and looked almost obscenely swollen in his opinion.

“Don’t you wanna help him out, Cochise?” Josh whispered, hand sneaking back into Chris’; holding hands like they weren’t staring at a horse’s genitals and trying to talk each other into playing with it.

Between it’s thickly muscled thighs, there was barely any hair; just dark, smooth skin that felt incredibly silky and alive beneath Chris’ fingers as he gently let them travel from the middle of Nico’s round belly to as close to his naked sheath as he dared to.

It was then, that the horse softly huffed and stomped one hoof, making both boys jerk away and look at each other with guilty arousal.

“Don’t you?” Chris whispered back, knowing Josh rarely could withstand a childish challenge.

To be continued (I think)…