If the other stallion in your bed is any indication, very well experienced.

As you are flexing to yourself in the mirror, you here a long, drawn out whistle from behind you. You turn your head back towards the kingsized bed that came with your apartment to see your close, very close, friend Ben. Ben was a big, black horse that you met back in collage. Back then he was a charming hoss, thick cut with a strong body like yours, a tight pink short sleeved shirt on and handing out pamphlets for the gay/straight alliance on campus. After the first time showering together at the gym, he showed a lot of interest in you. Since then, he's been a consistent, reliable sexual partner who's always known just how to play your field to his advantage.

That isn't to say he's been your only partner, but he's comfortable. The two of you were good friends, but you never gone without protection or gone beyond the 'fuck buddy' stage. "You flexing for me handsome, Because I saw a lot of that body of yours last night... damn it's nice to see you in the sun." He nickers playfully, winking to you before sitting up in bed.

The night before was all coming back to you. You both went out for a drink with mutual friends, and the drinking moved to the pub that was in the second story of this very building. He was a bit more wasted than you were, so you insisted he stayed with you to sober up. You couldn't remember exactly if the two of you had slept together, but it certainly felt like you did. You grin back, turning towards your bed and stepping into the sun more to flex a bit more for his enjoyment. The muscles on your arms, chest, and legs tightening for his viewing pleasure. Now Ben WAS gifted like a stallion. And ether he had morning wood or he was real happy to see you pose for him, because you could see that fat cock of his push up under your covers. "Mmm, I love a show in the morning. You wanna get back in bed and get a rerun of last night, handsome?"