Finish the Guard Off.

You take a shallow breath through your nose, and push downwards. You can feel the friction generated from the cock skin and throat heat up your insides. The pleasure is one of accomplishment, rather than actual stimulation, but is no less gratifying. Your guard friend is still a mess, but you tune out his audiation in order to focus on your task.

The medial ring pops into your throat, and your nose is on the verge of making contact with his pubes. You can no longer breath, but that doesn't matter to you right now, so lost in your frenzied cock sucking. Slow movements up and down with your mouth turn into more reverential gulps of dick, and you let out a moan of your own. The submissive guards flare, still lodged firmly in the recesses of your throat, is slowly expanding outwards, trying it's best to impede your movement up and down. This doesn't deter you, though, and tug on the fat bull nuts below you to get the final few inches crammed in, nose, and lips touching the bushed skin connecting dick to pelvis. At the precipice of this action, you feel the pulsating, twitching feeling you can only associate with climax hit both his genitals and legs, accompanied by a loud, unrestrained mewl from your partner. This put you over the edge suddenly as well, your more submissive desires rearing themselves once again. You ****, caught off guard by your sudden ejaculation, and this isn't helped by the prodigious amount of seed being pumped into your all too unprepared guts. Perhaps it was a overestimation of your abilities to think you could take a horse cock the same day you lost your virginity, but that bit of information makes the turn of events even more erotic to your oxygen starved brain. You pull off, a few seconds later, full of bull semen. Even then, the man you just felated is still firmly in the grasp of his orgasm. As you feel the medial ring and eventually the flare of the bovine guard's cock leave your mouth, you still swallow the produce of his orgasm.

Half a minute later, the last vestiges of his passion burn out, leaving him a limp noodle of a man, laying on the ground in a tizzy. Streaks of cum litter the grass, reminders that you couldn't swallow the entirety of his load. "You okay, big guy? Or did I suck the soul out of you?" You ask, very proud of yourself. "I still need you to let me into the city, you know. Don't go dying on me."

"Yesss... sir...." Is all that leaves his mouth as he makes no effort to move. It seems you'll have to wait a bit for his recovery.