Money Shot
Braeburn sat on Soarin's couch waiting, glancing nervously at the clock. It read 5:51, only two minutes later than the last time he had looked at it. Soarin' was in the bathroom taking a hot shower, as Braeburn had finished his own a few minutes before.
He felt his heart racing in anticipation. The night before, he had been laying in bed with Soarin' after coming home from the gym, and he had said that maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to let Big Shot come over. Soarin' had naturally let out a celebratory "Awesome!" and "I knew you'd come around, Brae!" Now that it was almost time, Braeburn thought he may soon regret the decision.
Suddenly, there came a knock at the door. Braeburn jumped and, in spite of himself, scrambled to the door. He stopped and composed himself, took a deep breath, and opened the door, being greeted by the very pegasus causing him all this strife. His coat was the same golden brown as before, and he now wore a red-and-cream-striped backward newscolt hat atop his gold and white mane, giving him a sexy boyish look.
"Evening," said Big Shot with a slight smirk. "Mind if I 'cum' in?" Braeburn blushed a bit but allowed him entry. Big Shot walked over and sat down on the couch, grinning at Braeburn. "So," he said, "this your first threesome?" Braeburn looked up at the ceiling in embarrassment.
"Boy," he said, feeling flustered, "you go right for the throat, don't ya?"
"Well, only if you're into that," he chuckled. "But yeah, a lot of ponies say I'm pretty blunt."
"I'll be right back," said Braeburn. He trotted down the back hallway to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Soarin'?" he said loudly.
"Yeah?" came the reply through the spray of water.
"He's here."
"What?" The water turned off, and immediately after came the sound of slipping and sliding, followed by a somewhat small bang. "Ow!"
"Ya alright, babe?"
"I'm fine, Brae! Be right out!" He sounded alright, so Braeburn returned to the living room, where Big Shot was sitting on his back on the couch, giving him a prime view of the merchandise.
"He'll be right out," relayed Braeburn, trying to keep his eyes away from Big Shot's stallionhood. Apparently, the pegasus noticed this.
"Hey, you can stare if you want," he said. "After all, you're gonna be doing a lot more than that pretty soon." Braeburn immediately took the offer, his eyes gravitating toward the stallion's package.
His sheath was retreating, rapidly revealing his shaft, which was a medium brown like Braeburn's. His round balls seemed unusually large, though that just made Braeburn all the more eager to have them in his mouth. When he licked his lips, Big Shot took notice.
"Like what you see, huh?" he said, breaking the spell. "Well, if you want it, then come and get it." Before Braeburn could move, however, he heard the bathroom door open. He turned and saw Soarin' walking out with a towel wrapped around his waist, swaggering his plot as he walked. His wet, slicked-back mane dripped water on the floor in that undefinably sexy way characteristic of wet manes.
"Sorry, got a little clumsy in there. Didn't hurt anything, though. Hey," he said to Big Shot. "You ready?"
"Hay, yeah," replied Big Shot. "Let's get this party started."
"You top or bottom?" asked Soarin', perking up his rump as if to give him a hint.
"Versatile," the stallion replied. "Kinda doesn't matter to me."
"Well, then you'll fit right in." Soarin' grinned devilishly. "Pun intended." The Wonderbolt wasted no time and threw the towel off with a flourish, revealing his lean, sexy, newly cleaned body underneath. He swaggered over to Big Shot and bent down, making sure to keep his rump as high as possible. The tan stallion's penis was fully erect now, and the two lovers soon realized why his balls were so large.
His cock was easily eleven inches in length, beating out Braeburn's length by four inches and Soarin's by three. It also had a much thicker girth than normal, making them both sweat in anticipation. The medial ring just past halfway up the shaft must have been two inches in diameter, and the prominent veins only made it look that much more enticing. Soarin' sat on the floor beside the couch, looking up at it with burning lust.
"Whoa, daddy, that's big," he said, a small bit of stray drool falling out of the corner of his mouth. He moved forward until it bopped him on the snout, then placed his head underneath it, letting it rest on his face. He breathed in the sweet, musky scent of masculinity, sticking out his tongue to brush the balls and lick up along the shaft.
Meanwhile, Braeburn went to work on Soarin', taking one of his coltfriend's balls into his mouth. He rolled the testicle around in his mouth for a moment, massaging it with his tongue. Then he released it and licked up Soarin's taint, running his tongue slowly over his puckered hole. He then pushed his tongue against Soarin's entrance, slowly squeezing it inside and rolling it around the walls, making Soarin' groan in pleasure.
Soarin' took Big Shot's dick into his mouth, wrapping his lips around the head. He moved his head down, taking in more and more, until it hit the back of his throat. He then pulled off with a pop, a thin strand of saliva briefly connecting it to his bottom lip before breaking. He turned and addressed the third stallion in the group.
"Hey, Brae, little help here?" he said. Braeburn popped Soarin's balls out of his mouth and moved up until he was level with him. The blue pegasus was running his tongue up and down Big Shot's dick, looking at Braeburn expectantly as he did so.
"Well," he stopped licking long enough to say, "you gonna help me?" Braeburn leaned forward and, eyes half-closed, began sucking on one of Big Shot's balls. His tongue stuck out and cradled it for a moment before he wrapped his lips around it in earnest, using his tongue to play with the loose, salty skin.
Soarin' went down as far as he possibly could on the dick, nearly reaching the medial ring before he had to pull up for air. Then he went down and kissed and licked along the shaft, giving Braeburn an opportunity to suck. They switched up several times, each one sucking for a few seconds before hoofing it over to the other.
Then when Braeburn moved to suck, Soarin' stayed where he was, and his lips came into contact with Braeburn's at the head of Big Shot's cock. Soarin' wrapped his hooves around Braeburn, pulling him in, and they began making out sloppily around the cock in both their mouths.
Soarin's tongue pushed underneath the rod and intertwined with Braeburn's, pushing a bead of thin precum into the other stallion's mouth. They ground their bodies against each other, rubbing their now-hard cocks together to produce a sizable amount of pleasurable friction.
Big Shot reared his head back and moaned, placing a hoof on the back of Soarin's head. His other hoof moved farther down between his legs and rubbed at his hole, prodding the ring of muscle with the tip of his hoof. He brought it up to his mouth and sucked on the tip, then brought it back down and worked his hole some more. This time he was able to push it inside him a few centimeters, spreading his ass and forcing his hind legs slightly apart.
"I'm in the mood for something different," he said suddenly. Braeburn and Soarin' both looked up from their sucking.
"What did you have in mind?" asked Soarin'.
"I was thinkin' some sixty-nine."
"Nice! What do you think, Brae?"
"I guess it can't hurt."
"It will if I have anything to say about it," said Soarin', playfully nipping him on the ear. Big Shot got up from the couch, took off his cap and set it down on the seat.
"Come here, Braeburn," he said sultrily, lying down on the carpet on his back. His rear end was facing away from the two and he had to bend his neck back to see them. Braeburn crawled over and moved on top of him, lining up each of their dicks with the other's mouth.
Big Shot immediately took Braeburn into his mouth, taking the initiative and sucking quite vigorously. Braeburn's legs quivered and almost gave out under the sudden pleasure before he got a hold of himself.
Braeburn licked down Big Shot's shaft, running his tongue in between the stallion's balls, then started stroking it with his right forehoof as he parted the balls to find what he was looking for. He kissed the underside of Big Shot's tail, then put his lips around his protruding anus. The pegasus moaned as Braeburn suckled on it like a teat, sticking his tongue inside and tasting the deliciously musky aroma.
Big Shot, meanwhile, repeatedly swallowed Braeburn's penis, working the firm organ with his tongue and throat muscles. Each time he went down the head plugged his throat for a moment before his head came back for air. He put a hoof under Braeburn's tail and worked his hole, rubbing it and preparing it for Soarin'.
Soarin' spit in his hoof and rubbed it over his dick, lubing it up for penetration. He stroked it up and down with one hoof while walking over to Braeburn. Then he leaned down and spit on Braeburn's asshole, rubbing it around. He put a forehoof on Braeburn's back and pushed himself up, then lined up his member with the other hoof.
As Soarin' pushed forward into him, the slightly flared head parted Braeburn's walls wide before popping inside. He moaned around the ring of muscle in his mouth, sending pleasurable vibrations across Big Shot's anus. Soarin' groaned as he pushed into Braeburn, the noise eventually reaching a crescendo and then quieting as he hilted inside him.
Soarin' pulled back out, leaving Braeburn feeling empty, then pushed back in and filled him again. This repeated several times as he pumped like a piston in and out of Braeburn's hole. Big Shot played with Soarin's balls, kneading them and tossing them about as the blue stallion pounded Braeburn.
Braeburn was assaulted from all sides by sensory input, simultaneously being rutted by Soarin' and sucked by Big Shot, while also working Big Shot's hole with his tongue. He moaned into the fur of Big Shot's tail as the sensations worked over his body like a steamroller, crushing any doubts he may have had about the experience.
"Oh, you like that, Brae?" asked Soarin'. Braeburn moaned an affirmative.
"Mm-hmm."
"You like that big cock?" Braeburn did not know if Soarin' was referring to his own member or Big Shot's, but either way he nodded his agreement. Soarin' looked down at Big Shot. "I'm feelin' a little empty myself," he said. The tan pegasus grinned and popped Braeburn's cock out of his mouth, then slipped himself out from underneath the earth stallion.
He flipped over and crawled out, standing up on his hooves before moving around behind Soarin'. The Wonderbolt lifted his tail, inviting Big Shot in. Big Shot leaned in and gave Soarin's ass a quite thorough licking, lubricating it. Then after a moment he jumped up, placing his hooves on Soarin's back. Soarin' was pushed down by his weight, which in turn pushed Braeburn down and forced his face all the way to the floor. Braeburn found he quite enjoyed the feeling. It made him feel dirty.
Meanwhile, Big Shot poked against Soarin's backdoor, pushing and then easing himself in. Soarin' flexed his hole, drawing the cock deeper and deeper into its hungry depths. His thrusts into Braeburn slowed somewhat as he focused more on the sensations in his own rear. It felt as if Big Shot's large shaft were tearing him apart. His hind legs spread involuntarily, shaking and quivering as the rod pushed into him.
"Aw, yeah," groaned Soarin' as Big Shot bottomed out. He had pushed himself into Soarin' with a single slow thrust, burying his shaft between the sky-blue stallion's cheeks. His heavy, full balls bumped against Soarin's, who grinned.
"That's it," he said playfully to Big Shot, "you've officially made it gay."
"You ever taken anything this big?"
"Not from an actual stallion," he said, panting. "But I've taken some big stuff."
"Hey, Braeburn," said Big Shot, looking around to the stallion underneath Soarin', "I have an idea. Since your coltfriend apparently loves my big cock so much, why don't we give him more?" Braeburn took a moment, but then understanding adorned his face as the realization hit him. He grinned.
"You mean both of us?" he asked.
"Yeah. Make him scream." Braeburn pulled himself off of Soarin' with a groan, his pucker winking slightly as it was suddenly deprived of pleasurable contact. Soarin' joined the two in grinning as he finally understood what they were doing.
"Well, Brae?" he prompted, waggling his eyebrows. "I'm waiting." Big Shot and Soarin' hobbled awkwardly over to the couch, both of them turning around carefully. Big Shot sat back upright on the couch, Soarin' sitting in his lap facing forward. His stiff, outstretched wings blocked Braeburn's view of the other stallion, but Big Shot's wings poked out a little farther from behind him. Soarin' was still rock-hard, and the tip of his member was dripping precum.
Braeburn walked over and quickly ran his tongue up Soarin's shaft, licking up the dribble of precum. He then moved up and kissed Soarin', sharing the salty sweet liquid with him. When they broke the kiss, Soarin' spoke.
"You like that taste, dontcha?"
"Yeah," said Braeburn. "Almost tastes as good as the pegasus it comes from."
"Come on, Brae," he said, looking at the stallion with pleading eyes.
"What do you want?" asked Braeburn teasingly.
"I want both of your cocks inside me," he replied, his voice dripping with need. "I want you to both fuck me at the same time."
"Well," said Big Shot smugly, "we wouldn't want to disappoint you, now would we?" Braeburn climbed slowly on top of the other two, positioning the tip of his member at Soarin's entrance, where it rubbed against the underside of Big Shot's shaft. Big Shot paused in his already slow thrusting in order to allow Braeburn entrance.
Braeburn lubed up his member with some saliva, then pressed it between Soarin's tight pucker and the underside of Big Shot's cock. He pushed forward, slowly wiggling himself inside. Soarin' hissed as the tip popped in, his eyes clenching shut.
"Aw, yeah," he moaned. "Stretch my ass." Braeburn's penis was not the largest, but it was nearly equal to Big Shot's in thickness. After already being stretched a bit by the tan stallion, Soarin' was effectively taking twice the girth. He groaned as his walls were stretched taut around both shafts, and Braeburn did the same in response to the feeling of friction from rubbing against Big Shot.
"You like that?" said the stallion underneath Soarin'.
"Fuck, yeah," replied Soarin'. "Aw, it feels so fuckin' good." Braeburn pushed forward some more and Soarin' groaned louder as the pleasure radiated throughout his body. Soon, Braeburn came to a stop as he hilted inside his coltfriend's ass. His balls bumped gently against Big Shot's, and he swore he could feel the other stallion's seed sloshing around inside, eager to escape.
Braeburn pulled out a bit, to which Big Shot thrust slowly into Soarin'. Soarin' was quite the champ, almost taking Big Shot's entire footlong cock with only momentary inner resistance. After a moment, Braeburn thrust in and Big Shot pulled out, until Braeburn was all the way inside. Then they repeated the pattern.
As Big Shot thrust rhythmically into Soarin', the blue pegasus reached back a hoof and stroked it affectionately along the other stallion's body, then wrapped the other hoof around Braeburn's back. He moaned at each thrust; his ass was never empty, being filled with one as soon as the other pulled out, then vice versa.
"Oh, fuck, you're so huge," he said to Big Shot.
"You feel like you've taken this big before," the stallion replied through his panting.
"Oh, I can get tight if I want to," said Soarin'. He promptly clenched down hard, and his practiced anal muscles suddenly locked Big Shot in place.
"Aw, shit," he grunted, having been caught off guard. He had to fight not to cum right there. "You keep doin' that, you might make me cum."
"Well, what are we waiting for?" He clenched again, and this time his walls relaxed a bit afterward, the muscles beginning to tire themselves out. This allowed Big Shot to go a bit deeper, and he felt the slightly flared head of his rod brush against the point where Soarin's colon curved away deeper inside him. He groaned at the feeling, and almost came again.
Braeburn, meanwhile, began thrusting faster into Soarin'. The friction from Big Shot's member rubbing against his own was rapidly driving him closer and closer to his own orgasm. He reached down and began jerking off Soarin', working the blue rod up and down vigorously.
"Oh, I'm gettin' close, Soarin'," he said.
"Oh, yeah. Fill me up, Brae!" Braeburn wrapped a hoof around Soarin' and drew him in, pressing their lips firmly together. Their tongues danced around each other, intertwining and then unravelling again.
"I'm close, too," said Big Shot.
"Aw, yeah, harder," said Soarin', egging them on. "I want both of you to shoot inside me!" Soarin' was also approaching orgasm, and the telltale tingling was starting to take hold of his body. He wrapped a hoof around his rod and jerked in earnest. Braeburn thrust harder and harder, right on the edge.
"Oh, Soarin', I'm gonna cum!" he shouted, burying himself inside the pegasus. The head of his cock flared, wedging between the wall of Soarin's colon and Big Shot's shaft, and he came hard. Sticky, white cum spewed from the tip, shooting deep into Soarin's ass and coating Big Shot's dick. However, Braeburn's flared cock head kept any cum from leaking out.
Soarin' was the next in line. He jerked his hoof down hard on his stallionhood and the head flared like Braeburn's, shooting a thick stream of sticky seed all over the three lovers. A large glob landed on Braeburn's muzzle with a small splat, soaking into his fur.
"Aw, fuuuck!" shouted Big Shot. The pressure from Soarin' clenching down during his climax finally sent Big Shot over the edge, completing the chain reaction. He grabbed both the other stallions in a lover's embrace, then shoved his cock deep into Soarin' and Braeburn felt his balls twitch quite noticeably as he came. He shot a powerful stream of jizz, which impacted the wall of Soarin's colon and made the Wonderbolt gasp and moan girlishly in utter ecstasy.
"Anh! Oh, fuck, yeah!" Braeburn leaned back and opened his mouth, trying to catch errant strands of Soarin's cum. It only ended up splattering all over his face, but he enjoyed that just as much if not more.
Big Shot continued to squirt thick streams of his virile seed into Soarin', shooting it deeper than anything had ever gone up the Wonderbolt's ass. As the spurts kept coming it filled up to the tip of Big Shot's cock and kept coming. The cum was no longer coming in definite shots, the head having been overtaken by the flow of semen. Rivulets of cum flowed down Soarin's colon, dripping out through his hole and coating all three stallions' balls in sticky, white goo.
Finally, the flow of ejaculations abated, leaving them all feeling rather drained. The three rested there for a moment, catching their breath.
Soarin' put his hoof on Braeburn's chin and brought him in, proceeding to lick his cum slowly off his coltfriend's muzzle. While he was doing this he glanced behind him at Big Shot, who wore a quite approving expression. Soarin's lips explored around Braeburn's cum-soaked snout, sucking up the jizz and holding it.
After gathering all the cum he could find, Soarin' pulled both the other stallions toward him, holding his mouth open wide so they could see the cum collected on his tongue. The three stallions came together in a three-way kiss, each one tasting Soarin's cum in turn and rolling it around in their mouth. Braeburn leaned forward on top of Soarin', smearing the stallion's leftover spunk on his amber coat, and Big Shot scooped up a few drops of his own cum with a hoof and added it to the mix of bodily fluids in their mouths.
Once Soarin's cum was all gone and the kiss over, Braeburn pulled his now flaccid member out of Soarin's ass, a bit of white jelly spilling out onto the couch beneath them. Braeburn then hopped down and sat on his rump on the floor.
Big Shot slowly pulled his shrinking cock out of Soarin's abused hole, tugging until it popped free with a light schlurp. Soarin' quickly clenched his ring tight, wanting to keep the thick double load inside him as long as possible. His stomach was actually slightly distended from the sheer volume of semen inside him, and he could hear it sloshing around in his colon.
Soarin' lifted himself carefully, allowing Big Shot to wiggle out from under him. The tan pegasus jumped down off the couch, twisting back around toward Soarin'. He knelt down between Soarin's hind legs, bringing his mouth to his anus. His lips wrapped around the ring of flesh, and he sucked on it, drawing his and Braeburn's mixed cum out of the loose hole and into his mouth.
As he suckled on the puckered ring, the creamy seed flowed out in thick globs, rolling like sweet syrup over his tongue and down his throat. The thick, gooey cream swam down his esophagus, slowly emptying itself from Soarin's ass and into his stomach.
Braeburn leaned down and did the same as Big Shot, putting his muzzle to Soarin's rump. Big Shot moved aside to allow Braeburn to drink from the hole, and he gulped down the leaking semen like a stallion in a desert taking his first drink of water in days. Big Shot moved back over, and they kissed, making out around Soarin's asshole with the cum leaking out and dripping messily down both their chins.
"Aw, yeah," said Soarin', flexing his anal muscles and pushing the spunk out of him, "suck up that cum, Brae. So fucking hot." Braeburn obeyed, and discovered that he was starting to get hard again. But they had all been spent, and would likely not be doing anything more tonight.
Finally, the flow of seed from Soarin's passage began to slow, and Big Shot pulled away with a pop and a satisfied sigh.
"And that's why they call me 'Money Shot,'" he said proudly. Soarin' sat back in his seat and groaned in response. "So," he said, turning to the earth pony next to him, "what'd you think of your first threesome, Braeburn?" Braeburn licked his lips, savoring the taste of his and Big Shot's cum.
"Not bad."
"What did you think, Soarin'?"
"Awesome," replied the blue pegasus in a daze, his mind still trying to catch up with the events of the final minutes. Big Shot got up off the floor, holding out a hoof to Soarin'. Soarin' took the hoof, jumping up off the couch with a little moan.
"Oh, fuck, my ass is a little sore," he said, rubbing the body part with a forehoof.
"Well, it better be!" chuckled Big Shot, retrieving his hat from the couch and placing it on his head.
"I didn't say that to complain," he said to Big Shot. They walked over to the door with Braeburn in tow.
"You just gonna leave?" said Braeburn.
"Yeah," replied Big Shot. "It's gettin' pretty late. I probably need to get home. But hey, here's my number." He pulled out a slip of paper and pen and scribbled the number, hoofing it to Soarin'. "If you ever want to do something again sometime, just give me a call."
"I'd like that," said Soarin'.
"I'd like that, too," added Braeburn. They both leaned in, and Big Shot gave each of them a deep kiss in turn; first Soarin', then Braeburn. When Braeburn broke the kiss, Big Shot waved goodbye and walked out, closing the door behind him. Soarin' turned to his coltfriend with a triumphant expression.
"Told ya it'd be awesome," he said smugly. Braeburn just grinned.