ScorexHoopsxDumb-Bell
The day began as normal for Score. He woke up, ate breakfast, showered, combed his black mane, brushed his grey fur, and headed to work as usual. The signs were there that today would be different though. His alarm clock didn’t go off, there was an upright leaf in his tea, and, of course, his idiot friends were waiting for him when he got to the gym.
“Wassup dude,” Hoops, the larger of his two friends, greeted him. Score responded with a simple nod as he unlocked the door to the gym.
“Quiet as ever eh?” Dumb-Bell said with a smile as he leaned against the door. Score calmly pushed him off so he could open it and walked inside. He had already closed and relocked it by the time his friend could respond.
“Aw c’mon, Score,” the larger tan pegasus complained,” Can’t you let us in just this once?”
Score shook his head and pointed to the notice posted on the glass doors. It clearly read,” Nopony allowed in without a membership.”
“You know we can’t afford a membership, pal,” this time it was Dumb-Bell’s turn to whine,” You used to work at the factory. It’s just this once.” Score shook his head again. “We’ll be gone before you have to open.”
“Yeah nopony has to know,” Hoops added his two cents.
Score sighed and rubbed his rubbed his forehead. Dumb-Bell was nothing if not persistent, and Hoops wouldn’t leave as long as Dumb-Bell was here. It would probably just be easier to let them in. And he did have at least an hour before anypony else showed up. He made a mental note not to tell his friends that he liked showing up for work early at his next job.
Score nodded to his friends and flicked the lock on the door. Hoops threw it open immediately and rushed into the gym, no doubt forgetting that they didn’t actually have a court. Dumb-Bell on the other hand was at least courteous enough to close the door behind him and shoot his friend a, “Thanks man,” before dashing past reception.
Score followed after relocking the front door. Upon entering the main room the first thing that drew his eyes was Hoops rolling around on a large ball. The second thing that drew his eyes was his other friend laying down on a bench and desperately trying to get Hoop’s attention, and who, upon failing to do so, started trying to get Score’s attention instead.
“Hey Buddy,” he called, “Could you spot me. I think Hoops is busy with his new girlfriend.”
Score nodded and positioned himself behind the bench. Additionally he threw a couple more weights onto the bar, figuring that if he could tire Dumb-Bell out a little faster he might be able to get them out of here faster.
With that done, Score rested his forelimbs under the bar and Dumb-Bell started lifting. The larger pegasus tried to focus his mind on something else as his brown friend hefted the weight. Primarily he attempted to think about a song of some sort in order to avoid thinking of his friend grunting provocatively from between his legs. This tried and true method worked as well as usual, and kept his arousal down at least enough to prevent a boner. He didn’t succeed in keeping his wings folded, but he doubted that Dumb-Bell would notice from his position.
After an oddly short set of lifts Dumb-Bell moved the bar back and sat up. “Care to have a go yourself Score?” he asked.
Score shook his head.
“Aw c’mon pal. You know you need to work on those forelegs of yours.” If Score didn’t know better he would have said his friend sounded tired. As it was he sounded almost annoyed.
The grey pegasus sighed and nodded. No doubt Dumb-Bell would argue until his boss arrived, and he didn’t have time for that. A set or two couldn’t hurt anyway.
Score laid down and began playing his song again. This part wasn’t as bad because there wasn’t as much grunting, but he still had to lie between Dumb-Bell’s legs.
“Scootch back a little,” he heard his friend say. It always started like this. Score lying too far away and making things awkward. He complied quickly and got into a more fitting position under the bar. “Little farther,” Dumb-Bell said again. That was kind of strange. He could see and reach the bar just fine. Still he complied and sure enough the next thing that happened was his head falling back and his mane falling away from his eyes.
What followed was an abrupt stop to the music in his head as he found himself staring at Dumb-Bell’s noticeably large stallionhood. “That’s about right,” his friend said in what he probably thought was a seductive tone.
Score couldn’t even manage to stutter a response before his friend moved closer and began pressing his balls on his face. “Me and Hoops here have been feeling kind of pent up lately, and I figured you might deserve a reward for letting us in early,” as he spoke he gently lifted Score’s head and looked into his now unhidden eyes. “So what do you say, pal?”
Score simply stared quietly up at his friend for a moment. It was kind of hard to believe this was really happening, but then again…he might as well enjoy it, even if it was just a dream.
Score turned his head and wrapped his lips around Dumb-Bell’s shaft. The brown pegasus behind him smiled and began slowly thrusting his hips, allowing him enjoy his friend’s stallion hood with little work.
“I think we’re ready for ya Hoops.” Score didn’t bother looking up when Dumb-Bell spoke. However, upon feeling a sudden weight on his chest he briefly stopped enjoying his friend’s member in order to take a glance.
Lying on top of him was, unsurprisingly, his other friend, Hoops. What did surprise him somewhat was what his friend was doing. Not only had the tan pegasus begun slowly grinding against Score, he also appeared to be giving Dumb-Bell a blowjob.
Score stared in momentary amazement as Hoops wrapped his lips around the tip of the shaft above him and bobbed steadily up and down along its length. Scored smiled at him briefly and turned his attention back to Dumb-Bell. Since Hoops now had the shaft he felt that there was another area he should be focusing on.
The gray pegasus put his hooves around Dumb-Bells hips and lifted him closer to his mouth. As he moved his friend over him, he began to gently caress the stallion’s balls with his tongue prompting an affectionate, “Oh yeah,” from the stallion in question.
This was just a stop on his tongues journey however, as he proceeded to move Dumb-Bell slightly further until his tight asshole was in view, his tongue caressing the stallion’s undercarriage all the way.
The brown pegasus chuckled nervously and said,” Hey, pal, what’re ya doing down there? My balls are over here,” but Score paid him no mind and pushed forward. Dumb-Bell complained with a quick, “Hey,” as he felt Score’s tongue start circling his ring, but the complaints didn’t last long. Shortly after all he heard from his friend was a gasp as he pushed inward and affectionately tongues his friend’s insides.
It wasn’t much longer until this became too much for Dumb-Bell, and he lifted himself off of Score in order to push further into his other friend. The grey pegasus turned his head in order to get a better view. Only a small bit of cum seemed to be leaking out, and he was sure he could see the larger pegasus swallowing at least once.
He had to admit he was a bit jealous. He was curious to know how his friend’s seed tasted.
Luckily, he wouldn’t be left wondering for long. As if he had read his friend’s thoughts, Hoops removed his lips from Dumb-Bell and dove at Score. Before he knew what was happening, Score found himself locked in a passionate kiss with the tan pegasus and felt Dumb-Bell’s semen begin to flow into his mouth.
This pushed him quickly over the edge and, after one more thrust from the pegasus atop him, he burst spraying his own semen over the pair of them as he drank from Hoops’ mouth. The taste was, to his surprise, almost intoxicatingly sweet.
After he had finished the transfer Hoops released Score and scooted forward on top of him. “You want some more?” he asked as he presented himself to the stallion. Without hesitation, Score nodded and leaned forward to suckle on his friend.
He started slowly by simply caressing Hoops’ head with his tongue. The stallion sitting on top of him, however, was clearly not content with such a gentle treatment. Almost immediately after Score had begun, Hoops placed his hooves behind the stallion’s head and thrust as far as he could into his friend’s mouth. Thankfully, Hoops was not an exceptionally large stallion, so Score managed to quell his gag reflex as he moved enthusiastically in and out.
Hoops stopped after only a few thrusts, but he made sure to finish at the fullest depth he could. Score’s mouth didn’t even have time to fill as he swallowed his friend’s seed. The taste was every bit as sweet as Dumb-Bell’s. Either his friends ate a surprising amount of fruit, or they had been surprisingly considerate when preparing for this encounter.
Once he had been thoroughly drained, Hoops pulled himself out and tossed himself to the side, evidently forgetting that they weren’t on a bed, and fell off the bench. Score probably would have fallen into a pleasure inspired stupor had a surprised yelp from both of his friends snapped him out of it before he began.
Instead he sat himself up and smiled down at the pair now busily trying working to remove themselves from one another. He climbed off of the bench just as his friends managed to clamber to their feet. To his surprise his friends moved toward the door immediately after standing. Only Dumb-Bell managed to stop and shoot him a, “Thanks for the help pal,” before moving out of sight. He did however also peek his head around the corner long enough to also shoot Score a, “No homo,” and a wink before leaving.
Score simply shook his head and smiled before heading toward the gym showers. If he was quick he might still be able to get ready before Snowflake showed up.