Night Guards (Gay bath house edition)

>Guard duty yet again
>It's always boring at night; nobody's ever out
>It's true what they say; the night guards have the most boring shifts
>Especially in dingy, boring libraries
>You let out a small yawn, your eyes fluttering for a second as you start to drift off
>"HEY! What're you doing cadet?"
>You snap back to reality, the captain trotting down the hall back to you
>You throw a front hoof up, saluting your superior
>"Call yourself a night guard? Falling asleep on duty?"
>You try your best to keep attention, your face beet red as shame overtakes you
>"At ease, cadet. You're embarrasing yourself"
>You ease up, trying to look attentive
>As the captain gives you a stern look, he brushes past you, his tail, slapping you in the face

>Your attention focuses on your captain's rump, his voluptuous plot visible in the candlelit hall
>His bottom sways back in forth; he trots with an almost mechanical step, his tail bouncing ever so slightly
>His balls are just barely visible in the dim light; nearly flickering with the candles movement as they jiggle with each step
>You had never truly admired a stallion like this before, but the captain is just too...round, plump, and fit to stop admiring
>Your admirition isn't unnoticed by your brain, as you start to feel a familiar stirr in your groin as a certain organ rises to the occasion
>You try your best to cross your back legs in an attempt to hide your growing problem, hoping that the captain doesn't patrol around again
>Sure as a jynx, you see his unlucky side, the trotting sound gettting closer to you as you
>You sit on your haunches; despite breaking protocol, it'd be better than standing guard with a full on boner

>"Cadet, did I tell you you could sit?" the captain barks
>He knocks you on your head, your thick metal helmet ringing from the vibrations of his blow
>"Sit up cadet"
>Hesitating, you sit back up on your hooves, your member fully visible to the grizzled soldier
>He stares for a second before staring at your face, reading you like an open book
>"You were having a look at me, weren't you cadet?"
>Slowly, you nod. You never were a good poker player, after all
>"Well, it does get rather lonely at night..." He smirks, trotting closer to you, giving your ear a hard nip
>You recoil instictively as he grins wider, brushing your member with his tail
>He turns back around, his plot in full view of your face
>"Well, cadet? You didn't make me come over here for nothing, I hope?"
>You continue to stare at the stallion's well rounded rear before placing your face in the middle of his cheeks, nuzzling his crevice
>Your muzzle creeps across his plot as he starts to descend on you, lowering your head down onto the floor as the pressure of his tush overtakes you
>His fuzzy balls glance across your mouth as you let your tongue loose, licking him from his testicles to his hole
>The intoxicating aroma of mud, stallion sweat, and excitement permeates your nostrils as you feast upon his delicious rear, savoring every inch

>The officer's rear is nearly crushing your face, but the angle and your helmet give you better leverage and access to his delicious booty
>You slip your tongue inside him, hearing him audibly breathe louder as your flesh penetrates his entrance
>Sweat rolls down onto your face as you continue to eat him out, his body feeling much warmer with each moment
>He grinds his hump further into your face, his balls and base rubbing against your muzzle as he leans into you, forcing you to explore him deeper and faster
>You feel your neglected member being stroked by foreign hooves, in long even strokes from base to tip
>"Mmm, keep going boy; do good enough and maybe I'll let you cum"
>Not wanting to disobey your CO, you continue to service him, occasionally pulling out to lick down his taint and fleshy base

>You feel his hooves continuing to stroke your persistant rod, thrusting instinctively forward
>"Heh, somepony's antsy..." He flicks his tail across your face teasingly, forcing himself deeper against you
>You place your own hooves on his flanks, pressing them against his squishy stallion plot
>Your hooves explore his fleshy rear; from his cutie mark to the base of his tail, every crevice and inch given attention
>He starts to stroke faster, giving a playful lick to your tip as he continues to flick his tail in your face
>You feel a familiar rush building in your loins, the feeling of stroking hooves on your fleshy horsecock proving too much
>You give a small grunt before relief quickly sweepts your body, your load rushing out of your body as it splashes onto your commander's face, splattering his formerly immaculate composure
>He quickly raises himself off of you, your face spattered with spit and stallion excitement
>You look back up at the captain, his face dripping with your seed
>"I'll see you in the barracks, cadet"
>He trots off, swishing his tail from side to side as he vanishes down the hall
>As you get back on your hooves, you wipe your mouth, and take a moment to reflect about night guarding
>Maybe it's not so bad after all