He's cool

Now it was Karl’s turn to look surprised, though it was apparent that it
was a pleasant shock. The equine angled his shaft down, pointing it at the
wolf, preseed oozing copiously from the engorged glans. He rumbled softly,
"Oh really? You want to suck the horse’s cock, married boy?"

 Brent shivered, the equine’s tone almost making him cum right there. As it

was, he had to slow his stroking, not wanting to go off quite yet. He nodded,
and turned, kneeling with one leg on the upper bench, the other supporting
himself on the lower. He leaned forward, brushing his muzzle against the
horse’s crown, nose taking in the strong scent. His heart pounding in his
chest, breath fast, he opened his muzzle, wider than he had anticipated, and
slowly closed his lips around Karl’s organ.

 Karl murrred deeply, a pleasant sort of moan, his hand still stroking the 

length of his cock that the wolf hadn’t taken, which was most of it. Brent
slowly slid his mouth down around as much of the equine’s shaft as he could,
only able to take perhaps a third of it, before he involuntarily gagged.

 Karl reached forward, running his fingers gently through Brent’s headfur, 

said reassuringly, "It’s okay wolf, you don’t have to swallow it all. Take
what you can" The equine’s other hand bumped gently against the wolf’s lips,
the motion almost appearing as if the horse was feeding the hungry wolf his
dick.

 Brent’s hand was still at work between his legs, his ballsac bouncing now 

as it hung free, jostled by the wolf’s jerking motions. He felt himself
swelling, that warm tightness beginning in his balls, acutely feeling his
foreskin sliding up and over his head, over and over with his stroking. He
moaned and whimpered around the stallion’s shaft, his nostrils filled with
the horse’s scent, his mouth taking in the salty flavor of the equine’s
precum, Karl’s hand working in time with the wolf’s sliding lips.

 "Oh yeah, wolf, you gonna cum?" Karl gasped. The stallion’s own rhythm 

had picked up as well, his fingers now gripping the wolf’s headfur instead of
caressing it, holding his head in place, firmly but not roughly.

 Nnn-hnn.. Brent managed to whine around the horse’s dick, his eyes 

squeezed shut, the lupine’s head spinning with lust and the onrushing
orgasm. His balls drew tight against his body, his paw frantically squeezing
and jerking at his leaking wolfshaft.

 Karl smiled, his own eyes half-lidded, moving his hips just a bit, 

thrusting into the wolf’s muzzle just a little, through his own hand’s grip.
He rumbled softly, "Yes, c’mon wolf, shoot for me," watching the wolf’s
forskin slide up and back, up and back.

 Brent whimpered loudly, somewhat muffled by the pulsing flesh in his 

mouth, his wolfshaft tensing, then spurting hard, semen shooting out onto
the sauna bench, then the wolf’s chin, glob after glob jetting out of the
wolf’s shaking, tensing body. His whimper melted into a growl of pleasure,
rumbling up deep from his belly, as he squeezed out his oozing wolfseed.

 Karl watched intently, quite pleased, then closed his eyes, thrusting 

just a bit more into the wolf’s whining mouth, though not too deeply. He
jerked his cock quickly, almost roughly, leaving an inch or two between his
hand and the wolf’s mouth, not wanting to smack him in the jaw in the midst
of his orgasm. The stallion’s own balls grew tight against his body, his
shaft tensing hard, veins standing out pronounced against their black fleshy
covering. Karl whinnied loudly, "Yeah wolf, yess, ohhhRRRRR!" And jerked, his
whole cock flexing, then spraying, equine cum emptying itself into Brent’s
muzzle.

 Brent gagged again, unused to the feeling, unable to contain or swallow 

the horse’s load. He pulled back involuntarily, cum dribbling from his mouth,
running down his chin.

 Karl stroked his whole cock now, roughly, his glans flared wide, spurting 

over and over, gobs of cum spattering the wolf’s face and chest, and the
horse’s belly. He moaned deeply, a rumbling sound of satisfaction, stroking
and jerking himself until his orgasm subsided to a trickle, the stallion
squeezing from the base up to the tip, pushing out another glob of his semen.

 Brent just stared, wide-eyes, his mind buzzing with the afterglow of his 

orgasm, watching the horse squirt more cum than he did in a week’s worth of
sex, feeling it coat his fur, and watching it run down and pool in the
horse’s belly. He reflexively licked his lips, tasting the horse’s seed,
swallowing without really knowing what he was doing, and not really caring.

 After a moment, the stallion opened his eyes, catching his breath. He 

still slowly stroked himself, as if he didn’t really want to stop, though
his shaft was already softening a bit. He chuckled, the sound bringing Brent
out of his daze, the wolf opening his eyes as well. The horse chuckled,
"You’re a mess, wolf. I think you need another shower."

 Brent just smiled, unsure what to say. He licked his lips again, this 

time thinking about the flavor more, remembering the many years ago when
he’d sucked off his roommate. After a moment, he growled, "Yeah, well, speak
for yourself. I think we both need a little cleanup." He giggled, and looked
at the globs of semen dribbling down the sauna wall, and sitting on the
bench, "And I don’t envy the guy who has to clean out this place."

 Karl laughed, not loudly, but deeply and warmly, a sound which Brent 

found comforting. "So what’s your wife doing tomorrow?" he asked.

 "She’s busy during the day again, in fact her days are busy up through 

Friday." The wolf returned. Nagging thoughts seemed to creep into his head at
that point. What would he tell her? Would he tell her anything? He shooed
them away for the moment.

 "Would you like to get together tomorrow afternoon?" the equine asked.

 Brent nodded without hesitation.