Meet Me in the Maze

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Nothing was more fun that running the gauntlet of mazes that had been carved out of the numerous corn fields just outside of Platteville. With Halloween around the corner any and all roadside attractions were in full swing. The haunted houses nearby were all decorated and running people through their spooky tours. People with their kids showed up to chase each other through the silly mazes, all of them rated for certain difficulties.   
 
  The farthest maze out from the town was known as “The Gargantuan Spider” which was the largest and most difficult maze of them all, and in fact often won awards for how it was always so ingeniously laid out. Year after year it was made differently, the maker being an old farmer that always enjoyed having fun this time of year. The maze was also full of little spring loaded traps and triggers that would often make cutout ghosts and ghouls jump at unsuspecting patrons.   
 
  In all it was a very fun thing to visit and go through, but more so, it was a perfect place to get in some devious fun. The moon was full and high overhead, basking the maze etched field in a white glow. It was bright enough that someone could read by it. Off in one of the distant corners stood one body in particular, a large zebra named Carlos had staked out the area that he and his friend had been around numerous times.   
 
  This part of the maze was far removed from the entrance and exit, and had even fallen into a bit of disrepair. As such, most people that went through the maze often took the path most traveled and found their ways out. As such, this was a secluded spot to enjoy themselves. Instructions had been laid out, they both knew how to get there, and so it was only a matter of time.   
 
  Forward past two right passages, take a left. Left, right, right, left, forward past two more left passages and one on the right. Take a left and go all the way down where there's a damaged section of wall and then hang another left. These were the instructions that a lone donkey was following, ones that he had helped make. He wore a pair of simple jeans and hoodie to stave off the growing cold of the fall season. He wasn't very large, perhaps average as far as build and height. A red beanie rested between his ears and he walked with a leisurely pace with his hands folded into the front pocket of his hoodie. When he rounded the last corner and saw his friend, he couldn't keep from smirking.   
 
  Carlos was in the middle of stripping when he arrived. He had taken off his shirt, which showed a muscular frame, trained from a lifetime of doing farm work. His stomach and love handles were a bit pudgy and stuck out from his form, but in all his stature was quite intimidating. Having kept a vigilant eye out for anyone coming by, he zebra was quite happy and flashed a grin.   
 
  “About time, Wayne, I thought you were gunna skip out on all the fun,” Carlos teased and began to fold his shirt. Right after he tossed the clothing on the ground there came a strong set of hands that clasped his ass. He startled for a moment, not expecting the donkey to rush up and be so bold, but this night was rather special.   
 
  “Like I'd ever miss an opportunity to nuzzle up to this ass,” he laughed and gave a harder squeeze.   
 
  “Grab me any harder and you'll be getting a whole lot of something else,” the zebra huffed and threw a strong glance back over his shoulder. Wayne grinned and lifted his hands in front of him, showing his palms.   
 
  “Consider me warned,” he replied. Carlos huffed again and then turned to face his friend. His hands were balled into fists and set on his hips, which did well to show off his broad shoulders and barreled chest.   
 
  “Were you followed?” the zebra asked.   
 
  “Of course not. Think I'm some amateur?” he retorted with a grin.   
 
  “Hmpf,” was all Carlos offered before he leaned in and gave the donkey a quick kiss on the lips. The quick affection was returned and the two lingered for a few moments, basking in the night beneath the full moon. When they did finally pull away, the stronger man looked to his friend with an affectionate smirk. “Shall we?”   
 
  “Fuck yeah!” Wayne breathed and shivered. Carlos took his hand and lead him over to a blanket that he had laid out on the ground in preparation for the night, a discarded dufflebag off to the side being how he was able to inconspicuously bring it in. The zebra undid the belt at the front of his pants and pushed them down to his ankles, along with a pair of white boxers. He kicked them off and settled down onto his knees.   
 
  Wayne couldn't keep his eyes from the muscular backside the zebra had to offer. A prominent ache formed between his legs as he watched his friend get down and rest his chest to the soft covers. With both hands he reached back and grasped his buttcheeks, if only to splay them as far as they would go. The donkey felt weak in the knees as his eyes settled on that gorgeous ass and the pucker that winked in the open air.   
 
  As Carlos waited, the other began to hastily strip. His hoodie came off and was discarded in the similar lump of clothes as the zebra. His pants and underwear were tossed, as he came to be with his friend while being just as naked. His own hands fell onto those meaty cheeks and held them open. There came a strong musk that wafted from those heavy balls, their velvety heft causing them to sway. Wayne leaned down and pushed his face against those massive orbs, his lips scouring their curvature and drifting up towards the equine's pucker.   
 
  His tongue snaked out and he lapped hotly over his friend's taint, not stopping until he felt the tip of his tongue press against that muscular ring. His lips sealed to that spot and he began to feverishly lick the sensitive pucker. Carlos's mouth relaxed and fell open, his fevered breaths coming off as soft moans as he felt that writhing organ draw circles on his hole. Wayne slurped and moaned, absolutely fawning over that ridge and loving the opportunity to rim his best friend and lover.   
 
  With his face buried between those muscular cheeks, the donkey's world narrowed to what was happening there. Every breath brought with it that manly smell, his mouth full of the manly essence. He drew his head back and gazed lustfully at that ring, its surface glistening in the moonlight. He licked his lips and smiled fondly. He was positioned in a way that his back was arched, his arms wrapped around those thick thighs as a way of hugging his friend's lower half. He dipped his mouth back down and drew long strokes up and down that ring like a dog at a bowl of water.   
 
  Between Carlos's thighs, his sheath and cock were quick to swell and dangle freely between his legs. The constant attention to his ass made him rigid in mere seconds and before he knew it, precum was dripping from the tip. A sudden hand at the base of his cock made the zebra jump a bit and his tail hike even higher. Fingers that were slick with a glob of saliva began to work the shaft vigorously, covering it in spit until it gleamed as well as his asshole.   
 
  Carlos's hips were jerking back and forth between the two sides of pleasure. He wanted to fuck that stroking palm while also pressing back to get that marvelous tongue deeper. The pumping came faster, pulling his hips back to meet his friend's mouth. Needless to say, the zebra was in heaven, up to the point that his friend abruptly stopped.   
 
  Yanked rudely from his reverie, Carlos gave an irritated grunt and turned his gaze over his shoulder. Wayne grinned back and winked while rubbing both palms over the striped ass in front of him. “I think it's my turn now, babe,” Wayne said and scooted back a bit. Carlos lifted himself up and scanned the other equine and came to find that his own massive cock was rigid and throbbing. Together, their dicks were about the same size, a foot and a half in length and two and a half inches thick. They were powerhouses as far as cocks went and getting fucked by one was like getting fucked by a baseball bat.   
 
  Wayne went to his back on the blanket and took a hold of his cock at the base, pointing it straight in the air like an ebony pyre. It gave a noticeable throb with each beat of his heart, something that didn't go unnoticed as Carlos crawled over. The zebra admired the thick shaft and took a hold of it with his right hand while his left went to his own.. He stroked both cocks and craned his head over his friend's tip. With an open mouth he fed the length into his throat, going deep with one movement.
 
  He slurped loudly and neighed happily, the manly taste of donkey cock making his mind swim with excitement. Wayne moaned and arched his back as his friend's tongue swirled circles around his flesh, keeping around the crown as his hand jerked him up and down. Nine inches pushed into the striped man's throat, his neck visibly bulging from the exertion, but this wasn't exactly the first time he had taken the other's cock before. Not by a long shot.   
 
  With another loud slurp and pop, the donkey's member came free with the tip covered in a thin layer of lubricating spit. “Oh yeah, you're nice and ready now,” Carlos said enthusiastically. He stroked from tip to base to get it covered as best he could before he stood up and positioned his feet on either side of Wayne's hips. The donkey shifted a little to get into a better position, a hand settled on each of the zebra's hooves. Carlos reached back and guided the cock as he began to squat down. The huge, flat head pressed between his buttcheeks and kissed his slickened asshole.   
 
  He didn't stop baring his weight down on the girth. With a nicker, the head and first couple of inches popped inside, making Wayne bray his enjoyment. “Fuck, you're tight!” Wayne commented as he felt inch after luscious inch delve into the zebra's ass, his hole stretched tightly around its thick surface. He didn't stop going down until every inch was inside, his backside settled against the donkey's hefty sack.   
 
  Carlos shifted to a straddling position once he had taken in all that his friend had to offer. Despite the zebra's prominent gut, the bulge that Wayne's cock made was still distinguishable. The zebra's own, black colored dick hung greatly over the donkey's belly and chest, far enough to the point that he could feel the heat coming off of it. Wayne smirked and brought a hand up to stroke over it while leaning his head down. If he strained far enough he could slip the tip into his mouth and suck on it, which was exactly what he did.   
 
  The zebra nickered and neighed with pleasure as he felt his cock get serviced. He began to work his hips up and down, slowly at first but he didn't care too much about taking things easy. He had craved the sensation of being full of his friend's cock for a while, and now that he was being sated, he wasn't about to draw things out.   
 
  Muscles flexed and effort redoubled, Carlos began to work himself harder and faster onto that throbbing pyre of flesh. He pumped over his own shaft with one hand while he set the other on the Donkey's belly. Wayne's moans traveled through the tip of the engorged shaft. He took steady breaths through his nose and swallowed back the delicious precum that gathered on his tongue. He bobbed his head as best he could, going off of the motion that the zebra was reciprocating. He craned his head and closed his eyes, basking in the tight confines of his friend.   
 
  The smack of their bodies rang out, but they didn't care who might have heard. Carlos shivered and let out a loud neigh. Being so full sent waves of euphoria through his mind, it had him squirming each time he passed over that shaft. He would lean up and almost pop that rigid manhood from his ass just to get the exquisite feeling of his prostate getting rubbed.   
 
  It was hard for Wayne to keep up with, the cock kept slipping from his mouth and would then smack him on the nose. Not that he minded it, getting abused by such a beautiful thing was nothing less than heaven. His back was arching though, his hips bucking vigorously. Carlos stalled mid movement and just let his friend pump his bowels at his leisure.   
 
  “Ugh, fuck!” Carlos groaned happily and stroked the base of his shaft while the donkey's thick lips came back around his meat. He leaned over and rested a hand on the back of Wayne's head, encouraging him to keep sucking while he mercilessly kept rutting like he was trying to fill a jenny with foals. Though they both knew how unlikely that was to happen.   
 
  The vibrating and muffled brays from Wayne caused Carlos to rapidly approach his peak. The expertise he used to whirl and suckle away on that flared crown made the orgasmic feelings grow faster. A constant bashing of the zebra's prostate didn't much help either, and so a cacophonous winy escaped him just as a massive gush of cum did the same.   
 
  The zebra pushed his hips down hard, taking the donkey to the hilt as his cock flexed between the other's lips. Loads of semen poured out, but Wayne was ready. He swallowed rapidly, gulping to consume every drop of musky jizz those huge orbs had to offer. Carlos's ass was clenched hard and baring down on his friend's lap. With each jolt of intense pleasure that raked his frame he would shift his hips and send the same sensation through Wayne's dick.   
 
  The waves of thick semen eventually died away, leaving a trickle that the donkey was glad to nurse off of. Left panting hard and light headed, Carlos gingerly pulled his length from his friend's mouth, of whom didn't want to give it up. The two gazed into each other's eyes with dazed and half lidded expressions. Wayne's hands stroked up the other's thighs and up his belly.   
 
  The zebra grinned and began to pull off. Wayne grunted and frowned. “H-hey, I haven't cum yet,” he said softly.   
 
  “Hush,” Carlos retorted and shivered as the donkey's wet dick slurped free of his hole. He gaped widely, and trying to wink his hole kind of hurt. Without getting off of his friend, Carlos turned around and suddenly pushed his ass onto Wayne's face. He didn't complain, in fact welcoming the opportunity to lick the object of his desires. His lips no longer able to wrap around that loosened up pucker, he reserved himself to licking hungrily at the lubricated ring.   
 
  The donkey's cock was taken by the base and guided into Carlos's mouth. He pushed it down into his throat like he had before, though with his tip as wide as it was now, things were a bit more difficult. He swallowed and began to bob up and down and those hips started to pump like before. Shuddering breaths came from Wayne, his climax mere seconds away. The zebra increased his efforts, he pumped the base with one hand and fondled the heavy, black orbs with the other as he worked the tip half.   
 
  The tongue in Carlos's ass dipped back and forth like a cock with the job of drinking the precum that had been injected. Without warning the zebra's hindquarters suddenly lifted and shifted back. With his mouth still open and his tongue hanging out, Wayne's face became the resting place of the zebra's big balls, playfully tea bagging the unsuspecting man. Now subject to his friend's musky sack, Wayne's fevered desires seemed to all come full circle, and he wasn't able to keep from cumming the hardest he had in a long time.   
 
  Thick jizz painted the back of the zebra's mouth with such force he sputtered and coughed. The cock pulled back just enough but his mouth became flooded, and so the excess cum gushed from his mouth and painted over his chest like a waterfall. Regaining his composure, Carlos did his best to swallow the frothy mixture, gulping loudly as he brought almost every drop he could into his happy belly.   
 
  “Ah!” Carlos exhaled after popping the flared tip from his mouth, a slight trickle of jizz still flowing from the tip. He lapped his tongue across its surface and then gave it an affectionate kiss. Wayne shivered with orgasmic tremors, his own moan muffled by the balls on his face. When Carlos eventually got up, the donkey didn't want to move. His long dick flopped against his belly and chest, air being sucked in big gulps as he tried to recover.   
 
  Carlos scooped up the cum from his chest and licked it from his fingers. While he stood he tried to clean himself as best he could, and when he finally did he turned his eyes down for the other unmoving male.   
 
  “Hey, get up,” the zebra laughed and stretched himself out, arms above his head and legs flexed.
    “No. I just wanna sleep forever,” Wayne replied happily and rolled onto his side.   
 
  “If you don't get up, you'll be the one that gets your ass fucked next,” Carlos warned.   
 
  “Can't threaten me with a good time,” Wayne retorted and flashed the other a grin. The donkey's clothes were scooped up from the pile and thrown at him, his underwear in particular smacked him across the snout. “Hey!”
 
  “Hurry up! This place is spooky when no one else is around,” the zebra admitted as he pulled on his boxers and pants.   
 
  “Odd, I never took you to be the superstitious type,” Wayne remarked as he pulled his briefs on.
 
  “I'm not really, but something about this place makes my skin crawl,” he admitted and pulled his shirt back over his head. Wayne got up and dressed fully again, and then helped with folding up the blanket and getting it back into Carlos's dufflebag.   
 
  The two shared a brief kiss before they began to proceed through the maze, like what was intended. The spot would forever be privy to their and any others that might have known the area, but for Wayne and Carlos, the adventure is never quite as fun unless it's done outside under the full moon in a crop maze.