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Adventures of Stallion and Bunny – Episode 254

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He positioned himself above Bunny’s face, one knee on either side of the boy’s head, his cock hanging heavy. “Open up.”

The afternoon light spilled through the tall windows, casting long golden rectangles across the thick wool blanket that covered the deep sectional couch. Stallion reclined against the cushions, his muscular frame relaxed but anticipatory. He’d maintained the kind of body that turned heads at the gym—broad shoulders, defined pecs dusted with dark hair that trailed down his stomach, and powerful thighs that filled out his linen shorts perfectly. He ran a hand through his salt-and-pepper hair and checked his phone. Bunny would be home any minute.
The front door clicked open.
“Baby, you here?” Bunny’s voice rang out, bright and eager.
“Living room,” Stallion called back.
Bunny appeared in the doorway, and Stallion felt that familiar pull in his chest—and lower. At twenty-five, Bunny was everything Stallion wasn’t: compact and lean where Stallion was built, smooth skin dotted with freckles across his nose and cheeks, braces that caught the light when he smiled. He wore ragged denim shorts that had seen better days, the frayed hems barely covering his thighs.
“Hey, Daddy.” Bunny’s dark eyes sparkled with mischief.
“Come here, boy.”

Bunny crossed the room in quick steps and practically dove onto the couch, straddling Stallion’s lap. The wool blanket scratched against Bunny’s knees as he settled his weight on Stallion’s thighs. He cupped Stallion’s face and kissed him—soft at first, then deeper, his tongue sliding past Stallion’s lips with practiced ease.
Stallion groaned into the kiss. His hands found Bunny’s hips automatically, thumbs rubbing circles against the sharp bones. Bunny rolled his hips forward, and Stallion felt the heat of him even through both layers of fabric.
“Missed you today,” Bunny murmured against Stallion’s mouth.
“Missed you too.” Stallion slid one hand up under Bunny’s t-shirt, feeling the lean muscle of his back. “What got into you?”
“Thinking about you.” Bunny kissed along Stallion’s jaw, nipping at the stubble. “Always thinking about you.”
Bunny’s hands roamed across Stallion’s chest, fingers tangling in the hair visible at the collar of his tank top. He tugged the fabric up and ducked his head, his warm mouth finding Stallion’s nipple. Stallion hissed, his back arching slightly off the cushions.
“There you go,” Stallion breathed, cradling the back of Bunny’s head.
Bunny’s braces glinted as he looked up through his lashes, his tongue swirling in tight circles. He moved to the other nipple, giving it equal attention while his hips continued that maddening grind. Stallion felt himself hardening in his linen shorts, the fabric straining.
“Feel what you do to me?” Stallion asked, his voice rough.
Bunny shifted back and looked down between them. His own shorts had ridden up, and through a torn hole in the denim, the flushed head of his cock peeked out, already leaking. He’d clearly been hard before he even walked through the door.
“Looks like I’m not the only one.” Bunny wrapped a hand around himself through the hole in his shorts, stroking once, twice.
“Let me see.”
Bunny stood briefly to shove his shorts down, kicking them aside. His cock stood straight up against his flat stomach, the head an angry red. Stallion reached for him, but Bunny dropped to his knees between Stallion’s legs instead.
“My turn to taste.”
Bunny tugged Stallion’s shorts down just enough to free him, and Stallion’s thick cock slapped against his hairy stomach with a soft sound. Eight inches and uncut, the foreskin still covering most of the head even fully hard. Bunny wrapped both hands around the shaft and leaned in, his tongue circling the tip, tasting the pre-cum gathered there.
“That’s it, baby.” Stallion watched through half-lidded eyes.
Bunny took him into his mouth inch by inch, his braces carefully sheathed behind his lips. The wet heat was overwhelming, and Stallion gripped the blanket beneath him. Bunny bobbed his head, taking more each time until he felt the head hit the back of his throat.
Stallion’s hand found the back of Bunny’s neck, just resting there. “So good for me.”
Bunny pulled back, panting, drool and pre-cum connecting his mouth to Stallion’s cock in a thin strand. “Want you to fuck my throat.”
“Up here.” Stallion shifted, guiding Bunny onto the couch beside him. He positioned himself above Bunny’s face, one knee on either side of the boy’s head, his cock hanging heavy. “Open up.”
Bunny opened wide, his tongue out, and Stallion lowered himself slowly. The first thrust was shallow, just the head sliding past Bunny’s lips. The second went deeper. By the fifth, Stallion was fucking into Bunny’s throat with steady strokes, feeling the tight clamp of it around his shaft.
Bunny’s hands gripped Stallion’s thighs, his own cock twitching against his stomach, untouched. He loved this—the fullness, the control Stallion took, the way his eyes watered as he struggled to breathe.
Stallion pulled back, letting Bunny gasp for air. “You okay?”
Bunny nodded rapidly, cum and drool on his chin. “More. Please.”
Stallion obliged, setting a faster pace now. Bunny’s throat bulged with each thrust, and the wet, obscene sounds filled the living room. Bunny’s hands moved to his own cock, stroking in time with Stallion’s movements.
“Gonna come if you keep looking at me like that,” Stallion warned.
Bunny pulled back, gasping. “Inside me. Want you inside.”
Stallion shifted off and grabbed the lube from the side table where they always kept it within reach. He positioned Bunny on his side, one leg hooked over Stallion’s arm. The wool scratched against Bunny’s shoulder as Stallion pressed closer.
“Tell me if it’s too much.”
“Never too much.” Bunny reached back and pulled his cheek open, showing the tight pink hole already fluttering with anticipation.
Stallion slicked his fingers and circled the entrance, feeling Bunny clench and relax. One finger slid in easily—Bunny was always ready for him. A second joined, curling to find that spot that made Bunny keen.
“There—right there—”
Stallion withdrew his fingers and lined himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against Bunny’s entrance. He pushed forward steadily, the tight ring of muscle giving way inch by inch. Bunny’s mouth fell open, his braces catching the golden afternoon light, a moan building in his chest.
“Fuck, you’re big—” Bunny gasped.
“You can take it.” Stallion bottomed out, his hairy thighs pressed against Bunny’s smooth ass. He held still, letting Bunny adjust.
Bunny’s hand flailed, finding the armrest and gripping it hard. He could feel every inch, every pulse of Stallion’s cock inside him. “Move. Please, move.”
Stallion pulled back until just the head remained inside, then snapped his hips forward. Bunny cried out, his cock jumping against his stomach. Stallion set a relentless pace, the couch creaking beneath them.
“So tight for me.” Stallion’s voice was strained. “Such a good boy.”
Bunny reached down and pulled his ass open wider, wanting more, wanting Stallion as deep as possible. The angle shifted, and suddenly Stallion’s cock dragged across his prostate with every thrust.
“Daddy—right there—don’t stop—”
Stallion didn’t stop. Sweat dripped down his temple as he pounded into Bunny, the obscene slap of skin against skin echoing through the room. Bunny’s neglected cock leaked a steady stream of pre-cum onto his stomach, forming a small pool.
“Gonna come,” Bunny warned, his voice high and thready.
“Not yet.” Stallion slowed his thrusts, fighting his own orgasm. “Turn around. Want to see you.”
Bunny whined but complied, shifting onto his back with Stallion still inside him. He looked up at his man—the chiseled jaw, the hairy chest he loved so much, the hungry look in his dark eyes. He ran his hands up Stallion’s torso, feeling the muscle and hair beneath his palms.
“You’re so beautiful,” Bunny whispered.
Stallion leaned down and kissed him, swallowing the boy’s moans as he started moving again. This position was deeper, more intimate. Bunny wrapped his legs around Stallion’s waist, locking him in place.
“Want to make you come,” Bunny said against Stallion’s lips. “Want to feel you.”
Stallion growled and increased his pace. The couch shook with the force of his thrusts, the wool blanket bunching beneath them. Bunny’s cock was trapped between their stomachs, the friction driving him wild.
“Close—” Stallion gritted out.
“Me too—”
Stallion pulled out abruptly and moved up Bunny’s body. He stroked himself twice, three times, and then came with a groan that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest. Thick ropes of cum painted Bunny’s face—his cheeks, his nose, his parted lips. Bunny’s tongue darted out, tasting, swallowing what he could reach.
The sight was too much. Bunny’s own cock pulsed untouched, shooting onto his stomach in thick white threads that mixed with the sweat pooling in the dips of his abs.
Stallion collapsed beside him, both of them breathing hard. The afternoon light had shifted, casting the room in warmer tones. Bunny turned his head, his face still covered in Stallion’s release, and pressed a soft kiss to Stallion’s shoulder.
“Love you, Daddy.”
Stallion pulled him close, not caring about the mess. “Love you too, baby.”
But even as they lay there catching their breath, Bunny could feel Stallion’s cock stirring against his thigh again. His own spent twitched in response.
“Round two?” Bunny asked, a wicked grin spreading across his cum-streaked face.