[AiE/CLOP] Guys night out

>Day homophobia ain't cool in Equestria.

>You are Anonymous; construction worker.

>You've always had a bit of a hard time fitting in with the ponies.

>But eventually, you found your place in life again.

>As a construction worker.

>Your size, strength and the dexterity of your hands gave you quite an advantage compared to the ponies.

>So for the past few months, you've been working in the construction business.

>And you've been loving it.

>Great hours, good pay and the physical activity wasn't something you opposed off.

>Long days of hard labour made you spend a bit more time in front of the mirror than was needed perhaps.

>Hey... Somebody's gotta do the mirin'...

 

>And not to forget, the crew.

>The guys at work were just the best.

>Sometimes, it was like you hadn't even left Earth in the first place.

>Guess it's a universal constant that construction workers are foul-mouthed machos at heart.

 

>"And have you seen the flanks on that mailmare?" Lucky asks whilst hoisting up a support beam.

"Oh, I'd hit that. I'd hit that like there was no tommorow," you chuckle, fixing the beam in place.

>"I did, as a matter of fact," a voice behind you butts in.

"No way, Hooves. You hit that? You? You're pulling my leg. I'm not buying it..."

>"I sure did, swear on my mum," he says, spitting on the ground to further proven his point.

"For real? Hats off to Hooves, guys!" you shout.

>And sure enough, the entire crew lift their respective hardhats.

 

>"So how 'bout you, Anon? You scored anytime lately?" an unfamiliar voice came from behind you.

>You turn around and are face to face with Caramel.

>He was always a bit of an odd one...

>He didn't really 'fit' in the crew like the rest did.

>Never really spoke much and the few odd times when he did, it was always so soft-spoken.

"No, can't say I've gotten around much as of late? How 'bout yourself, mate?"

>"Hahaahaaa. Caramel scoring? Buck Anon, that's hilarious, man!" Lucky interrupts.

>"Uhm... I-I-... No, I hav―" Caramel mutters.

"Hey! Hey! That's no problem, man!"

>You swing your arm around him and pull him close.

"Can you see that?" you ask, swinging your arm in a wide arc in front of you.

"It's a town full of mares. Mares with needs, Caramel."

 

"Tonight. You. Me. The Golden Griffon. Lots of alcohol."

"And guess what?" you say, bringing your face right in front of his.

>"Wh―"

"MARES! Lots and lots of mares! I'm going to make sure that by the end of the night, you'll be swimming balls deep in the best lay you've ever gotten!"

>Lots of cheering and hollering follows your motivational speech.

>Some stallions throw their hardhats in the air, as if it were their graduation party again.

"All right, guys! Enough horsing around! Let's finish up here so we can get Caramel drunk and laid!"

 

>About an hour later, the basic foundations had been laid and you all could finally head back home.

>You quickly eat a simple sandwich and head upstairs to the bathroom.

>You were supposed to meet Caramel at the bar around eight.

>That gave you plenty of time for a long, hot shower.

>Stripping down til your boxers, you stand in front of the mirror.

"Would you do me? I'd do me..."

>You flex and take on some poses.

>This job definitely hadn't done you any bad.

>You had quite a bit of muscle to show for all the hard work you'd done over the past few months.

"Alright you vain bastard, you've got a date with a hot shower."

>Your boxers drop to the floor and you step under the steaming stream of water allowing your muscles to relax for the first time today.

 

>A short while after, you deem yourself clean enough and get out of the shower.

>You dry yourself off and head towards the bedroom to get dressed.

>Jeans, a plaid button-up and boots would have to do.

>Who the hell wears suits all day, right?

>Now properly dressed, you quickly give yourself a glance over in the mirror.

>Perhaps you should shave but then again, the stubble suited you.

>Looking at the clock, you push the thought of shaving out of your head.

>No time for that, you should have been at the bar five minutes ago.

>Oh well, Caramel could order the first drinks then.

 

>You step out of the door and begin the march towards the Golden Griffon.

>Luckily enough, you didn't live that far outside of town.

>After a couple of minutes of walking, you could already see the bar in the distance.

>Judging from the light shining through the windows and the steady, low noise growing ever louder the closer you got, you could safely assume that tonight would be a fairly busy night.

>You enter the door and immediately, your assumptions are confirmed.

>A big sign hanging over the bar reads 'HAPPY HOUR - 2 for the price of 1'

>Well, there's your explanation then.

>And right underneath the sign, a familiar brown stallion sat.

>Working your way through the crowd, you spotted a few familiar faces as well.

>There's Berry dancing on the table.

>You can't help but let out a small chuckle.

>Oh man, if there was anyone who could keep up with your drinking it'd be her.

>And helloooo~

>Lovely miss Hooves was there as well, sitting in the booth with that school teacher.

>Maybe you and Caramel could both get lucky tonight...

>You plop down on the seat next to Caramel and mess up his mane.

"Sorry I'm late, bro. Next round's on me."

>He looks up at you and his cheeks took on a slightly reddish tint.

>"O-Oh, that's okay. I thought that m-maybe you weren't going to show up. I'm glad you came."

"Hey man, I'd never leave a bro hanging like that."

>Strangely enough, he hangs his head a little at this.

"Come on, Caramel. What's the matter?"

>"I-It's nothing..." he softly says, still looking at the floor.

"Oh, I see..."

>"Y-you do?"

"Stage freight! Hey man, there's nothing wrong with being a little nervous. That's why we have liquid courage!" you shout out, giving him a reassuring pat on the back.

>Though, it came out more as a slap propelling him out of his seat and halfway across the counter.

"Wow, sorry man. You okay?" you say, pulling him back in his chair.

>"Y-yeah, I'm fine. You're stronger than you think, Anon," he says, staring over your biceps.

"Hahaha, yeah, I suppose," you chuckle.

"Sorry about that man, let me make it up to you."

"Hey barkeep!" you shout, trying to get the dark-blue stallion's attention.

>Sure enough, the loud-mouthed, six foot tall monkey doesn't really have a lot of trouble attracting attention.

>"Anon! Good to see ya back here, lad! What can I get ya?"

"Bluey, my buddy here needs a bit of 'encouraging', if you catch my drift..."

>"Well," the stallion leans over the counter, closing the distance between the both of you, "not a word about this... but I just imported some grade A-scotch from some griffons. I figured if there's anyone here who can appreciate the harsher liquors, I'd be you... Interested?"

>A wide grin spread over your face.

>You'd heard about these drinks before.

>And whilst you'd never turn down a nice mug of cider...

>The worst it'd done for you was a bit of a buzz.

>It'd been so long since you last got drunk.

"I'll take an entire bottle. Put it on my tab, I'll worry about that later."

>The stallion returns a similar grin.

>"I'll make you a good price, Anon... Two scotch, coming up," he says, whilst walking to the room behind the bar.

>A little while later, he returns with two glasses, filled to the brim with a golden beverage.

>"Does the name of the bar justice, don't ya think?" he says with a wink, placing the two glasses in front of you.

>You slide one over to Caramel and hoist yours up.

"To a great night that we'll probably won't remember."

>He taps his glass against yours and you both slam back the drink.

>It was a lot more viscous than you were expecting.

>You could actually feel the liquid sliding down your throat, burning everything in its wake.

"Ohh... That... s..tings.." you wheeze in between breaths.

>Caramel wasn't off much better, his cheeks now undeniably burning red under his coat.

>After a few moments, your throat starts to relax and it hurts slightly less to breathe.

>You smack your lips a few times.

>It had an aftertaste faintly reminiscent of... honey.

"Ow man, that packs a punch..."

>You tap your glass against the bar a couple times, catching Bluey's attention again.

>A bit later, he comes back again with two more glasses of the golden lava in disguise.

>You were already feeling a bit light-headed from the first one.

>This bottle had been the best investment you'd made since coming here, you were already certain of it.

"Alright, Carmel, once this one's down, we're going to find you a pretty lady to dance the horizontal tango with, okay?"

 

>That statement, however, got repeated quite a few times.

 

"Jusst... jussst one moore, buddy."

>But just as you got up, there was that tickle down the back of your throat again.

"M-Mmmayybbee onnee frr goood luccck"

>After the second one, Caramel had given up trying to keep up with you.

"Tisss thh lassst ooone, prommiisssee," you slur out, leaning against him with a dopey smile on your face.

>After about an hour of two of 'one more' and 'it's the last one', Bluey came back bearing the worst news you remember ever hearing.

"What'ss thaa? ... bottllee cann't be goone?!"

>"I think you've had enough for tonight, Anon. Try again tomorrow, okay?"

>"Hey," he nods at Caramel, "think you can get him home?"

>"Uhhmmm.. Sure, yeah. N-no problem."

"Thanks Caarmmmeell, you're a reall frienn... N-Not like B-Bluey. You cheapskkaaatte"

>"Sure, Anon. See you tomorrow."

>You feel yourself get lifted onto something nice and soft.

"Byee, Bluey. Seee y.. tmorrow." You wave at him as you get carried out of the bar.

 

 

>You're Anon.

>You think.

>Your vision is still a bit swimmy.

>"Oh good, you're up."

>You blink a few times, trying to clear your vision a bit.

>When your eyes finally decide to start working again, you can see that you're in your bedroom.

>In your bed, none the less.

>"I.. uhm... had to get your keys out of your pockets, I hope that's okay?" he says bashfully.

>The only illumination in the room was the moonlight peeking through the window, but even then Caramel's blush was unmistakably present.

"Of course. D-Did you drag me all the way home?"

>"I-I carried you on my back," he says, pawing at the floor with a hoof.

>You chuckle a bit causing him to look up at you in surprise.

"I'm impressed."

>He raises his nose and gives you a "hmmpf' in reply.

"Just kidding, bro."

"Come here," you say, petting the spot beside you in the bed.

>He looks at you with uncertainty in his eyes.

"Relax, I won't bite."

>It's clear that he's still hesitant but he walks around the bed and hops in, taking a seat next to you.

"I'm sorry I ruined your night, man. I really am."

"And I'll make it up to you, I promise," you say, pulling him into a hug.

"I'm really sorry."

>He wraps his hooves around you as well, returning the heartfelt gesture.

>"Don't be. I'm glad we got a night out together."

 

(Stop here if you ain't into them gay bizz)

 

>"And..."

>You look up at him and see that he's hesitating to continue talking.

>He bites his bottom lip before looking you deep into your eyes.

>"And... if I'm lucky you won't remember this."

>Before you understood what he meant, you felt a soft, warm sensation on your lips.

>Maybe it was the alcohol delaying your reflexes...

>Maybe it was because the sensations were far more enjoyable than you should find them...

>But you didn't fight it.

>You didn't push him away.

>And as much as you didn't want to admit it, you felt a little bad as the kiss broke.

 

>"So..."

>"Now you know..."

"I... I didn't know you..."

>"Me neither. I never thought about other stallions like this."

>"But you're different, Anon..."

>"I just knew the first day you started working with us"

>"You're not like the others, Anon. You're not just some raunchy, loud-mouthed macho."

>"You care about others. You're... gentle. And kind."

>"And I can't stop myself from feeling like this for you."

 

>That came like a punch in the face to you.

>You never thought he was...

>And that he thought you were...

"I... I'm flattered. I don't know what to say, Caramel."

 

>"Do... Do you think it could ever work? Us?"

>This was not how you had expected tonight to go.

>Not at all.

>You had a night of drunken fun planned.

>But now you found yourself in bed with one of your closest friends, contemplating if you could...

>But you —were—

>You were actually contemplating this.

>And the more you thought about it, the less counter-arguments you could come up with.

>He was a great friend.

>And he cared so deeply for you.

>Just tonight alone, he'd carried you home and put you to bed.

>And that kiss...

>It just felt... right.

>It felt great even.

>You look up at him, staring into those deep blue eyes that gazed at you so longingly.

"I... I think... Maybe. Maybe, we could."

"I mean, I'm not seeing anyone, you're not seeing anyone."

"We could... try?"

 

>You looked up at him, his face outlined by the moonlight and as he smiled his beautiful smile for you, you knew this decision would be one without regrets.

 

(Stop here if you ain't into them dick in butt bizz)

 

>You place one hand at the back of his head and pull him towards you again.

>The distance in between your lips becomes naught and this time, it is you who takes the lead of this kiss.

>Caramel's lips part willingly and allow your tongue to enter his mouth with joy.

>You can feel his lips curl into a smile as you drag your tongue over his flat teeth.

>He must've been keeping this to himself for so long...

>And you were going to make it worth the wait.

>Not breaking the kiss, you pull him on top of you and set him down on your chest.

>One hand works its way over his back, coming to rest on his haunches.

>With one finger, you idly trace his cutiemark, making him softly moan into your mouth.

>Desperately out of breath, you break the kiss.

>Softly panting, you look deep into his eyes and you just know, at that moment, the both of you want the exact same thing.

>You lift him off your chest again and set him down beside you.

>As you get out off the bed, you begin to unbutton your shirt, exposing your muscular frame to him.

>You see him slowly eyeing over your body, taking in the sight with great pleasure.

>Finally, only your boxers remain and Caramel scoots over towards the edge of the bed, anticipating the gift that is about to be unwrapped.

>You pull your boxers down and reveal your member to him.

>He tentatively reaches out a hoof and strokes it a few times, looking at it from several angles.

>He licks his lips and gently places the tip in his mouth.

>The warm and moist sensation proves to be adequately arousing as you feel your member grow in his mouth.

>You place one hand on your hip and give a small thrust forward.

>Pleased by your eagerness, Caramel softly begins to bob his head up and down, taking your length in a bit deeper each time.

>As he comes back up, he drags his flat, coarse tongue over the base and gives a little flick at the tip.

>You can feel your peak building up quickly and let out a low, long-drawn moan.

 

>Your partner takes this as his sign to halt and with an audible 'pop', he releases your member from the intimate embrace.

>Just as you are about to voice your concerns, you saw what his true intentions were.

>He stood at the edge of the bed with his rear proudly raised and his tail to the side revealing his own private parts.

>You take a step forward and run a finger over his puckered hole.

>It throbbed under your touch, almost making it seem as if it were eager for what was to come.

>Slicking two fingers with saliva, you begin to apply a bit of pressure on his cavity.

>Without hindrance, they slide in and Caramel softly moans in reply at your ministrations.

>You wriggle your fingers around for a while, alternating between thrusting motions and slowly rotating in place.

>With your other hand, you took care of your own needs.

>Caramel looks back at you, biting his lower lip, his blush once more burning bright.

>"I-I'm ready..." he softly speaks.

>You retreat your fingers and place the tip of your member against his hole.

>You lean forward over him, placing your hands at his sides and slowly slide yourself in.

>Never had you felt something so tight... So warm...

>You let out a loud moan as you hilt inside him.

>Slowly, you pull back until your length remains halfway inside him.

>You follow up quickly by burying yourself inside him again.

>Your hips slam against his behind and you both let your satisfaction be heard.

>Your thrusting increases in pace and you feel that familiar sensation welling in your abdomen again.

>Pulling yourself out, you place your glans against the contracting hole and thrust your full length in again.

>You repeat this process until you feel yourself unable to hold back.

>Once more, you submerge yourself fully into his innards.

>You shoot your load down his insides, staining them white and you cry out in bliss.

 

>It took you some time to recover from these inconceivable sensations as you stand over Caramel, loudly panting

>You pull yourself out and lie yourself down beside him.

>You look at each other and you pull him close to you, enjoying each others bodily heat as you bask in the afterglow of what just transpired.

"Hey Caramel," you interrupt his dreamy gaze, "h-how are we going to tell the gu―"

>He silences you with a kiss you happily return.

>"Don't worry about it."

>"I won't tell anyone until you're ready."

>"Tonight was our special night."