Of Course!!

Brent’s heart felt like it was beating at about 800 beats a minute. He
drew a breath, trying not to look like a nervous schoolboy, and growled,
Sure. Karl smiled, and stepped into the sauna. This is crazy, what are you
doing? Brent thought to himself. Despite his mind’s reservations, he
followed the equine into the sudden moist warmth of the wood-paneled sauna
room.

 The sauna had two sets of benches running around the outside of the walls,

one high, and one low. Karl sat on the top bench, one leg bent and hoof
planted up there with him, the other hanging down and sitting on the lower
bench. The horse’s shaft hung there as well, laying against his thigh, no
less amazing, and yes, Brent admitted to himself, gorgeous, than when he had
seen it in the shower. The wolf stepped up to the upper bench, sitting and
resting his legs on the lower one, hunched forward a bit. The sauna was
uneasily quiet for a few moments as neither one spoke.

 "Where you from?" Karl asked after a moment.

 "Perth, Western Australia", specifically. "I’m a carpenter there." The wolf

replied, trying to take in the sight of the horse’s crotch while looking like
he was staring at the coals on the sauna’s furnace.

 "Carpenter, eh?" Karl chuckled, smiling. Brent wasn’t sure what the

horse meant with that ambiguous response.

 "What about yourself?" Brent managed to muster up.

 "Oh I’m local. Just a beach lifeguard" the horse replied. He seemed to be

looking over Brent again, a fact that made the wolf hunch forward a little
more, though he tried not to look so uncomfortable.

 That explains the build, Brent thought to himself.

 "So you like my cock, eh?" Karl said, matter-of-factly.

 Brent nearly choked. His face flushed, and he hoped the horse couldn’t

see it beneath his fur.

 Karl smiled that warm smile, and Brent relaxed just a little bit, the

tension level in him dropping down a notch from the
‘just-about-to-start-quivering’ level. vHey relax, it’s cool," the horse
chuckled, "you’re pretty nice looking yourself. You ever been with a guy
before?"

 Brent was dumbfounded, unsure what to say. Here he was, on vacation with

his wife, getting seduced by the most gorgeous male.. male! -- he’d ever laid
eyes on, in the sauna of the nicest resort he’d ever stayed at. It was
unreal. "Well, um, once at Uni..." he managed to reply. He wasn’t sure if
he’d wanted to say that, but it was out now.

 "That’s cool, Karl said. Ever thought about doing it again?" The horse

slipped his hand between his thighs, taking that massive cock in his grip,
squeezing it gently. The veins running down the length seemed to bulge, the
equine sliding his hand from the base down over the tip, slowly, seeming to
take an eternity in Brent’s mind. The horse let his cock flop back against
his thigh, though it was decidedly less limp than before.

 Brent’s eyes were riveted to that piece of meat. He realized his own

shaft was filling out as well, more humanlike than the equines, but still
quite wolfen, furry sheath covering the now-expanding shaft inside. He
crossed his arms over his lap, trying to hide it. "Um, well, I’m married now,
ya know" he mumbled.

 The big horse chuckled. "Yeah, so? I’m not asking you if you’d leave your 

wife for another guy. I’m asking you if you’d fuck another guy." He took his
massive shaft in his hand again, giving it another long stroke, this time
sliding back down to the shaft again. The equine was definitely growing
erect, the thick, black length filling out, glans widening as it expanded.

 Brent admitted to himself that the horse’s logic did make a perverse 

sort of sense. He also admitted to himself that he was incredibly turned on
watching the horse jack off. He thought to himself, This is nuts, this is
totally and completely nuts, I need a drink. He realized he’d been sitting
and staring at the horse, watching that hand slide slowly up and down the
now-erect length, skin stretching a bit where the horse’s fingers slid
across the flesh. "I, um, well, yeah, I guess, if the right guy came along,
if the situation presented itself, I suppose."

 Karl smiled and sighed a bit, the horse apparently enjoying what he was 

doing to himself. He said softly, What’re you all hunched over for, wolf?
You look like you’re about to throw up. The equine slowly, deliberately slid
his hand up and down his shaft, seemingly uncaring of the wolf’s reactions,
or perhaps anticipating them.

 Brent flushed again, now caught. Thinking to himself, Oh geez, oh what 

the hell he leaned back, letting his own full erection spring up against his
belly. His own shaft was, by what most standards would call, uncut, the pink,
round glans peeking forth from his peeled-back, white-furred sheath, the
entire length a little over half the horse’s. His pale-furred scrotum sat
below, against the warm boards of the bench. The wolf was mightily
embarrassed, but couldn’t deny that he was turned on.

 Karl smiled again, his eyes now taking in the sight of the aroused wolf. 

He commented, "Mmm, you’ve got a pretty nice dick there, too." He equine
gripped his erection at the base, squeezing up the length, making the flesh
bulge and veins stand out against the ebony length. A clear bead of precum
pooled at the tip, then drooled down from the slit along the underside of
the horse’s length. "You want to jerk off with me?"