Because when someone tells you to 'just write something entertaining' on the spot, you can't stop the inspiration flowing.
 
Gay pone stuff still. Check yourself.
 
 
>You just had to egg him on didn't you?
>Oh he was cute, definitely a good view from across the room.
>You could tell he was new to the whole schtick, the way his cute little toosh squirmed and wiggled on that stool.
>You didn't even need to get close enough to be able to see the sweat on his coat and his nervous hoof twiddling.
>You had him pegged as just some newbie who had never had another stallion's crotch near his face.
>It was all laid out in your head as you observed that squidgy little butt and dancing short red tail.
>Go over, nicker into his ear a couple of times, lead him back to yours, have a good time, send him on his way.
>Hey, you're doing him a favour. Once he's broken in, he'll keep coming back here looking for more.
>All it takes is that one little push.
>That's how you lost your precious little virginity.
>Yep it was that simple. And it felt simple as you got down from your stool and sauntered over.
>But as soon as you slung a foreleg on the bar and turned to give him the most sexy come hither gay look you had, it happened.
>You saw his eyes. His cute, wide little eyes.
>Brilliant saucers with a clear warm blue around the pupils.
>Any description you make just feels empty and two dimensional, like a crude drawing of celestia.
>No justice could be done to such beautiful eyes.
>Man, you were drowning in them already.
>He opens his mouth and gives a cute stuttering hello.
>It barely registered but you remember to say hello in return.
>The chat starts up easily, the gentle murmer of the surrounding bar giving the words just enough privacy and volume.
>He's a new one alright, family just moved here.
>When you sneak in a question about a marefriend, he blushes and mumbles he never really had any success with girls.
>Oh sugar, you could have every single one of them fall for you if you just batted those eyes at them.
>You express your amazement and it draws a chuckle from him.
>Every glance he gives you is like a drop of water from a cool spring on a hot day.
>It suddenly feels like a sharp pin in your mind. You need this little cutie so badly.
>You draw some breaths to prepare yourself for the big question.
>Normally you're better at this, wheedling the conversation round to whether he'd be interested in continuing things somewhere else.
>Subtlety and mystery, drives the burly stallions wild with need.
>Not today though, you feel the kid would panic at such intricate wording and gameplay, he needs the casual route and honesty.
>Celestia help you if he turns you down.
>You utter the words and try not to tense up.
>There's a long agonising pause before he draws a deep breath and says it.
>'O-ok'
>If a chorus of pegasi began singing right then it would've fitted the bill.
>You pay for his drink (a weedy tray of water, bless him) and lead him away, making sure to keep a friendly hoof on his shoulder.
>Wouldn't want the little sweetie to bolt now, he's doing so well.
>You give him some small talk to calm his nerves.
>The quaver is in his voice still, but he's holding strong.
>Man you're holding strong too, the excitement and need burning throughout your body.
>It isn't long before your house is in sight.
>Always a welcome sight when you have company.
>Unfortunately it wasn't tonight.
>There is someone sitting on your doorstep.
>And even before the big guy is getting to his hooves, you know who it is.
>Your heart sinks and any joy you had for tonight's entertainment is sucked away.
>He lumbers forward, his beady little eyes fixed on yours.
>What were once tender cute little buttons of warmth have gone cold and cynical.
>The little bags underneath them are big signposts for how rough he's been sleeping.
>No doubt he'd put it down to your absence.
>Poor, poor little bumpkin.
>He just couldn't understand the boundaries, the rules you had set yourself.
>It tore him apart and drove him to become this thing now staring down at you.
>Hurts your heart every time you see him, knowing it was your fault.
>Oh you know it wasn't strictly your fault, but nothing stops you twisting it round to make you the bad guy.
>You greet him as plainly as you could manage, even if your heart begins painfully bumping in your chest.
>His rough voice cracks at you, driven brittle and unfriendly from many lonely nights and strong drinks.
>It's always the usual stuff, how are you doing, who have you fucked lately, do you ever think about what we had.
>Always the same responses, kept as friendly as you could possibly make it.
>The thumping is louder in your ears once you notice the slight sway in his stance.
>He's been at the drinks again tonight.
>He's not going to back down easily, not this time.
>His piercing stare falls on the sugarplum stood next to you.
>The filth falls quickly from his mouth, biting words about how he should watch out for dating a slut.
>It turns quickly, his hooves stumbling as he gets closer, voice rising as he wonders if the little schlong likes used whores.
>You're fine with him insulting you, hurting you. You feel you deserve it.
>But you aren't gonna let him scare the kid.
>Stepping in will have its consequences, but the hell with it.
>Slapping a hoof on his foreleg does the trick and diverts his attention.
>You try and remain calm but firm, yet there's a quaver in your voice too.
>You know how this is gonna end darling, why be scared?
>Just be glad he isn't doing this to the cute kid.
>He swings and connects.
>It's the eye this time, damn bastard.
>That's gonna put a hitch in your future endeavours on the scene. Nobody wants to have fun with someone fresh out of the warzone.
>You can barely hear his roaring over the ringing in your ears as you lay there.
>Seems there's another voice joining his, might be the sweet thing you led home tonight.
>The thought of him laying into your company starts you climbing to your hooves.
>There's some thudding of hooves and your breath starts hitching.
>Next thing you know, though, is some tender forelegs helping you up.
>Through the double vision you glimpse heaven in the form of those unblemished blue eyes.
>The kid's voice comes through the ringing, saying how the other stallion walked off after he threatened to call the guards.
>He must've sounded genuine to be able to drive off your past problem like that.
>Quick shake of your head clears some of the fuzz around your vision and you can find your front door.
>A brief tour of all the utilities and furnishings, theres the kitchen, there's the bathroom, watch out for that cabinet it's rickety.
>You'd be getting the tour of his mouth right now if you were on game.
>Right now though, you just want a cold cloth over your face to ease the swelling.
>You barely have time to move before your saviour rushes past and turns on your taps.
>My my, he knows how to treat a colt.
>He returns with the damp cloth and administers it.
>At your raised eyebrow, he mumbles about wanting to help.
>Such a gentlecolt with those heavenly eyes and courage.
>What are you getting yourself into, dearie?
>Just give him a good time and send him on his way.
>He locks his eyes onto yours and your offer to lead him to the bedroom dies on your snout.
>He wants to know why that stallion hit you.
>They never ask personal questions, the little angel couldn't be any more green if he tried.
>But something about his tender concern makes you spill it.
>You go into how you didn't want to commit and broke it off.
>You even go into how wonderful things were when the two of you were together.
>Closer than together, rarely apart, always sharing a kiss and a nuzzle, a lick and a half lidded stare of approval.
>Oh how things were amazing, you tell him.
>How cruel it was that things could never stay that way.
>Oh dear, here come the tears.
>Doesn't take a shrink to tell you that your sudden hobby of picking up some tail at the bar is tied to your past.
>Why you can't let go of your past and learn to commit is beyond you.
>And besides, your promiscuity isn't hurting anyone.
>Just yourself, but then since when did you matter?
>A hoof pats yours as you're swept into those eyes again.
>Dear sun goddess, you just spilled some hefty baggage on this little guy.
>Even gave him some tears as well.
>If he didn't want the business before, he certainly doesn't want it now.
>You tell him he can go, expecting him to bolt.
>It's strange that he didn't, and just sat there petting your hoof.
>Even stranger when those beautiful eyes began moving closer, and his cute little mouth met yours.
>You just had to open up to him, didn't you?
>Because he opened himself up to you.
>Funnily enough, so did his mouth, and his tongue was already moving against your lips before you even thought about moving on from kissing.
>Boy he could kiss, guess some are just naturals at it.
>What was once a fidgeting kid being led home is now the one making all the moves on you.
>A hoof down your shoulder, a new angle in the smooching, a little inch closer.
>Guess the fun was back on for tonight after all.
>Slowly you break away, partly so that things can move to a more comfortable setting.
>Partly so you could see those eyes once again.
>Let me tell you sweetie, you're gonna go far with eyes like that.
>Don't ever let a big meanie slam a hoof in them, the world will weep for such a crime.
>At the suggestion of moving to the bedroom, he gives a visible gulp and nods.
>Even after all that kissing he's still timid.
>You offer him a warm smile and hold his hoof, guiding him up your stairs.
>Even with the slightly blurry vision and only three legs you manage the climb.
>Not your friend though, he stumbles quite a few times.
>He doesn't take it too badly though, and by the top of the stairs you're both chuckling.
>How much of it is to nerves you are unsure.
>The excitement and joy is building within you again, sure, but there's also something else.
>You opened up some details to this little cutie, you've given him a bit of power of you as a result.
>Unfamiliar territories lie ahead.
>Let's hope he's not into whips and chains as a first timer.
>You smooth down the bedding once in your bedroom, making sure it's nice and flat.
>You can never tell with whoever you bring back for the evening.
>They could be the type for a tumble underneath the sheets, or they could enjoy full bare exhibitions on top of the covers
>You figure the kid might be the latter type, if only so he doesn't fumble around in the dark.
>Sure enough he climbs on and sits on his haunches, eyeing you nervously.
>Oh, you don't want to see any tension with those eyes.
>You quickly give him some more kissing to soften his nerves, even a quick nibble along the cheeks.
>Sure enough he relaxes a little, enough to return some of the kisses at least.
>You give him a little tease, a quick rub of the belly, flick of the tongue against his own.
>You're about to get to the pertinent questions of how he likes the fun before he surprises you.
>He suddenly has you on your back, the kissing continuing and his hooves beginning to massage your sides.
>You're used to being the subject during foreplay, but for the little sweetpea to take the initiative completely throws you.
>As such you're unprepared for the shock at feeling him prod against you.
>Seems he was unprepared too because he breaks the kiss with a gasp.
>There you both are, panting a little and unable to take your eyes off each other, both up there and down there.
>He's certainly not a little colt.
>The sight of the tools gets your brain back into focus and you ask him how he likes it.
>A mumble and a blush is your only answer.
>You rub his forelegs either side of you, offering a number of suggestions.
>Nothing too fancy or flexible, mind. Quite bland for you, actually, but then you aren't really fussy.
>After a bit of thought he just smiles at you.
>What he does next is your next big surprise of the evening.
>He asks what you like.
>You've had plenty of lovers ask that usually, more often after the first several dates when they're tired of having you perform all the moves.
>None of them ask that on the first try.
>And none of them really know about you and your past.
>And you know, from the caring look in his eyes, oh those eyes of his...
>You know he really wants to know how you like it.
>How /he/, Mister burly stallion of black eye shame, would make love to you.
>So that's where you went wrong really. You had to open your big mouth and tell him.
>You gave him that power over you.
>He understands and accepts.
>He quickly blushes and asks for help though, poor thing.
>So you direct him to the cupboard near the bed.
>He quickly returns with the bottle, upending it over his tool.
>He pauses for a moment, brows furrowed, before he slowly dabs some on his hoof and applies it to your area.
>the cold is nothing you aren't used to, but the feel of his hoof is definitely new and sends a shiver up your frame.
>both of you shift into place near the end of the bed.
>you hate to make him stand up to work, but he seems fine and happy with the setup.
>You can't help but glance over his thin frame on top of you, cock hanging low and aimed at you.
>Your gaze moves back up to his eyes, spotting the doubt and care in each twitch of his gaze over you.
>You imagine how you must look. A veteran colt-cuddler on his back, hind legs spread, cock trembling against his body, his hole of dark pleasure waiting.
>Take a kid who barely knows how to swim and throw him in the deep end, that's what you've done.
>Yet amazingly your impending lover holds firm, the trembles both of nerves and excitement, the eyes unfaltering in their scrutiny of your body.
>You tell him you are ready, offering more smiles and half lidded eyes, even clenching and raising your cock to make it even more obvious how ready you are.
>You make sure to fixate on his eyes as he nods and begins inching his hips forward.
>You offer him little resistance, yet his continues to go slowly and gently.
>Finally he hilts, hunched over you, his eyes closer than ever.
>The tingle of him inside you and the occassional flash of pleasure as his cock jumps against you.
>Feelings you have felt before and will no doubt feel again.
>But nothing compared to him buried inside of you and his eyes locked with yours.
>You really are obsessed with those darn eyes of his.
>And sadly that was your weakness, even with your jilted and violent former lover.
>You can get banged six ways from sunday by any colt and feel pleasure from their slapping meat and hot breath.
>But for you, nothing could surpass both the sex and the connection felt when looking into their eyes.
>It rarely happened, and after your big mistake, you try not to let it happen.
>With this colt though, it was different.
>This sweet wonderful colt, shuddering as he slowly begins to move in and out of you.
>He makes sure never to take his eyes off of yours the entire time.
>Of course, this was your request, and he is ever so eager to please you.
>Both of you continue to stare and pant as he moves.
>He sure was a natural at this.
>The movements turn into thrusts, slapping echoing off the bedroom walls.
>The gentle bump of his balls against the base of your tail.
>The slow way you wrap your hind legs around him as you give a little cry of pleasure.
>All of it happens with total eye contact.
>And you loved every minute of it, didn't you?
>Judging from the whimpers and thickening of his cock, poor sugarpie loved it too.
>The fun reaches a peak when his hips begin jerking and his breathing hitching.
>You know it's always a tough time for the new guys when they cum.
>They're never sure if it's too early or too late, whether they should pull out of stay in, do they lick it up afterwards.
>You whisper to him to stay inside you, cum as much as he wants.
>You didn't have to put the hitches into your own voice, but they happened anyway.
>The combination of his cock and the eye contact was proving too much for you, your own shaft beginning to twitch and throb almost painfully.
>Suddenly he flings forward, his face inches from yours, his voice croaking as he hilts deep.
>You cannot help but cry out as all as you feel him begin to splash and throb within you.
>Sure enough you begin cumming as well, creating a mess between the two of you.
>You both remain like this until the echoes fade, and your lover collapses on top of you.
>Instantly it feels as if a spell is broken, the high of the eye contact gone as if it never happened.
>The question begins hurling through your mind even as you glow in the aftermath of a wonderful night.
>You just had to tell him, didn't you?
>Even as the little guy stirs and begins licking your neck, causing you to almost purr with pleasure.
>You had to open up to him and give him power over you?
>Even with him softening, you gently squirming in contentment at being full, rubbing your hooves over his back.
>His pecking reaches your jaw and he leans up slightly, giving you another blast of his blue eyes, this time half lidded and satisfied.
>You both share a kiss, both closing your eyes for the moment.
>You had to let another one get close didn't you?
>The kiss ends, and he nervously asks how he did.
>Laughing, you honestly answer he was not bad for a newbie.
>You feel you have a lot more to teach him, though, and that you would be willing to try again.
>That part comes out of your mouth without thinking, and you instantly regret it.
>Your rules, what were once your creed of the bedroom, shed a tear for such a shameful display.
>Was not your inevitable black eye in the morning proof enough not to let them close?
>Before you can even apologise, you recieve a kiss.
>He says he would love to.
>Love...
>You thought you felt that once before.
>It's stupid to think you could fall for such a trick again.
>And yet, the eyes that look down on you now are full of the stuff.
>The question still remains.
>What have you gotten yourself into?
>The answer comes easily as you share another kiss with the kid.
>I've gotten myself into love.
>Sure, it might not be full blown, head over heels, no-more-offering-my-rump-to-any-cock-around-town kind of love.
>But it's a start at least, just a taste.
>I think I would be ok with more from this little cutie.
>After all, he has such wonderful eyes, I could stare into them for the rest of my life.