Sacha Noir walked dejectedly down a sandy road with no sidewalks, in a quiet, tucked away suburban area.
The road was empty, a few houses hear and there lined the left side, but in a few hundred yards, the houses would end, and it would simply be a long, woodsy road leading to a dockyard, currently out of use.
The sun beat down on his golden locks, his skin almost as golden, tanned, and toned with the natural luster of a 16 year old's complexion. He wore a grey sleeveless tee, his arms glistening slightly with a light layer of sweat, and tight fitting shorts, like biker's shorts. They hugged his bubble but cheeks as he walked, and left little to the imagination for his crotch, each testicle discernable, and the soft length of his limp member hugged to his body, nestled to the side of his sack.
He was a beautiful boy.
He was also very lonely, horny, and frustrated.
He was bi, he knew that much, and he even thought he'd be able to live with that... even make sure no one ever knew about it... But his comfort level was destroyed the day before when he looked out the window and saw a neighbor riding a massive, muscular, shining brown stallion. He stared at it, the sight slightly unusual in the suburban area, but not unheard of. He had not, however, until this moment ever actually seen a live horse. And he was captivated.
It shook its mane languidly, casually trotting along, its bodies musculature getting more and more interesting the further back his gaze travelled... The hind area was just a muscle fest... the power of those flanks just emenated like an aura... and between its legs....
He saw the balls for only an instant, a teasing glance, before his leg covered it as it passed by. The sight was enough.
Sacha was instantly hard, and he ran out the door to follow.
He came out with the pretex of jogging, and quickly fell into step behind the horse and ride.
Now more conscious of the rider, he wracked his brain to think of small talk should he be noticed, but his mind was frozen. He couldn't think straight. All he could think of was how he wanted to run his fingers along the velvety flank... and get a very close look at those balls one more time...
The rider must have heard him jogging, and turned around curiously.
Now Sacha was truly floored.
He stared up into the eyes of a teen beauty, a boy of 15, slight frame, his dark locks, sweating slightly under the black riding helmet, clung to his glistening forehead and slender neck. He rode with an experienced ease, as Sacha noticed his ass cheeks.... they were incredibly tight, rounding out, as if beckoning to be palmed...
His heart melted, however, when the boy flashed him a smile.
It was the most wonderful smile in the world. It wasn't the polite "how do you do" smile given in a mock gesture of friendship. This was the smile of honest warmth. It said more than anyone could say in a thousand words, and in that moment, seeing those white teeth surrounded by pink, soft lips, Sacha knew he had found a friend.
"Hi!" said the gorgeous riding boy.
"Hiowr-..." his voice left him, his tongue trying to say Hi and How are you at the same time.... But coughing to cover up his awkwardness, he responded more clearly. "Hi... um... Nice horse..."
The boy's grin, to his inner glee, didn't falter, but simply intensified. "Thanks! I just got him last week! We found him down by the docks. We took him back and posted an add in the paper for anyone looking for a lost horse, but so far no one's claimed him. Kind of odd, he was well groomed, but he acted like he'd never been saddled before."
At this, Sacha realized that the boy was riding bareback, without a saddle or anykind of riding equipment strapped to the steed at all. He didn't know much about horses, but he knew enough to know that only very experienced riders tended to ride bareback. And this boy looked completely at home. He couldn't help feeling impressed.
"You look really good..." blushing furiously, he continued rapidly. "O- On him... I mean... like... you ride him... well.." he finished lamely.
The boy simply smiled deeper, his eyes blinking once, then staring back at him with something more than friendliness...
He squeezed his legs gently, (to Sacha's enjoyment, his ass flexed as he did so) and leaned forward, stroking the horses neck, whispering something into its ear, and it slowed to a halt.
Sacha came up to a halt, now sweating slightly from the jog, and smiled up at the pair. "I'm Sacha, by the way." He used the excuse to move closer, extending his hand. The boy took his hand with a gentle grip, his fingers sliding along his skin more than was necessary, sending butterflies down Sacha's stomach. "I'm Kyle. Nice to meet you."
The horse turned its head to stare at Sacha, and he had the distinct feeling that the big brown eye was staring at his crotch when he wasn't looking. The face was beautiful, a slightly delicate nature about it, but altogether very intelligent, as if it understood their conversation.
"I live just around the corner, if you'd like to hang out for a little while..."
Sacha beemed, nodding. "Yeah, that sounds cool!"
"Do you want to ride him back with me?"
Sacha gaped. He'd never seen a horse, let alone ridden bareback. But the prospect was too much to turn down. "S-sure! But I've never ridden a horse before..."
Kyle smiled, shrugging. "No worries. He's a very smooth ride... and I'll guide him... Here, grab my hand."
His heart pounded in his chest, as he prepped himself to jump onto the back of the massive, beautiful steed. He took his hand, and in a spry leap, and to his own amazement, made the jump the first try.
Instantly he realized his mistake.
His crotch was pressed tightly against Kyle's ass, and where his shorts ended, his bare legs hugged the intensely warm horses flank. He was hard instantly, and he knew that Kyle had to have felt it.
He felt Kyle's back stiffen for a moment, and, blushing furiuosly, he waited to be told to get off. He waited for this beautiful boy, with the world's most amazing smile, turned around, glared at him, and told him to go home, and be a fag somewhere else.
But to his astonished relief, Kyle slowly turned his head back, smiled warmly... and turning to face the front, he nestled himself in comfortably, wiggling his ass back to press more tightly against him.
"Let's go home, Steve!" he said in a bright voice. Sacha stared at him, blinking, the corner of his mouth twitching as they started moving.
"You call him Steve?"
"Well... I tried calling him a bunch of names, but he seemed to like that one for some reason."
"Huh. That -is- wierd. Oh well, he's very beautiful..."
Kyle nestled himself tighter against Sacha's hardon, every step grinding them together naturally. Kyle's back leaned back to nestle in to Sacha's chest, and he whispered back, "You might want to wrap your arms around me, just incase..."
Sacha was only to happy to oblige, sliding his arms around Kyle's slim waist, coming together around his abs.
Sacha struggled against it... but he was becoming overwhelmed... the heat, Kyle's body pressed against him,... the horseflesh against his calves... his hard cock pressed against Kyle's ass...
Biting his lip, he couldn't hold it anymore, and with a muffled gasp, his body shook, and Sacha unloaded his hot, young cum into his shorts. His balls jerked, squirting again, and again, and again, soaking his cock and balls in his own hot seed.
Kyle reached back silently to run his fingers across Sacha's neck, turning his face back to stare deeply into his eyes, and wordlessly, he kissed him on the lips ever so softly, before turning back to face front.
Sacha was in heaven.
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