Roasso-kun and Uniku’s Locked Stadium Night
by John FCCF Poseyabout 2 hours ago
•long read•hot intensityThe floodlights of the empty stadium still hummed faintly after the derby. Roasso-kun, the fiery red-maned horse of Roasso Kumamoto, paced the pitch in his red-and-black striped jersey and matching shorts, number 123 bold on the leg. His massive crimson mane bounced with every energetic step, beige muzzle twitching, bushy red tail swishing. At eighteen he was all restless muscle and playful heat, the same chaotic stallion who flipped and cheered for the crowd earlier.
Uniku of Kagoshima United FC leaned against the goalpost, pure white fur glowing under the lights, navy-blue safari hat tilted over his tall cat-like ears, navy jersey and shorts still damp with sweat. His pink nose wrinkled in a smile, fluffy white tail with its navy stripe curling. Also eighteen, also still buzzing from the match, he watched the horse with open curiosity.
“You ran circles around everyone tonight,” Uniku said, voice soft and warm. “Even me.”
Roasso-kun grinned, stepping close until their chests almost touched. “You’re unique, just like your name says. Couldn’t stop staring at that white fur and those ears.” His large cartoon eyes flicked down, then back up. “Want to stay a little longer? No one else is around.”
Uniku’s answer was a quiet nod and a paw sliding under the hem of Roasso-kun’s jersey, feeling the warm beige skin beneath. They moved together into the players’ tunnel, then into an unlocked equipment room where spare kits and mats still smelled of grass and liniment. The door clicked shut. Red jersey hit the floor first, then navy blue. Shorts followed. Socks and shoes kicked aside.
Roasso-kun’s thick, heavy cock sprang free, already half-hard, the shaft a deeper tan than the rest of him, veined and throbbing, the blunt head glistening. Uniku’s own cock rose pale and smooth against white fur, pink tip leaking a clear bead. They pressed together, muzzles brushing, then mouths opening. Tongues met in a slow, wet kiss while hands stroked.
Uniku dropped to his knees first. He wrapped both paws around Roasso-kun’s cock, licked a long stripe from base to tip, then took the head into his warm mouth. He sucked steadily, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling under the ridge while one paw cupped the heavy balls and the other stroked what he couldn’t fit. Roasso-kun’s red mane shook as he groaned, hips rocking gently, feeding more of his thick length between those soft lips. “Fuck… your mouth feels so good. Take it deeper.”
Uniku did, swallowing until his nose pressed into the beige belly, throat working around the shaft. Spit ran down his chin onto white fur. He pulled off with a wet pop, stroked the slick cock, then stood and turned, presenting his ass. Roasso-kun’s big paws spread the white cheeks, thumbs rubbing the tight pink hole. He spat, worked one finger in, then two, scissoring until Uniku was panting and pushing back.
“Ready?” Roasso-kun asked, voice rough.
“Yes. Put it in me.”
Roasso-kun lined up, pressed the broad head against the ring, and pushed. The tight heat parted slowly around him. Inch by inch his cock sank into Uniku’s ass until his hips met the soft white fur of Uniku’s rump, balls resting against him. Both of them groaned. Roasso-kun stayed still for a moment, letting Uniku adjust, then began to thrust—long, deep strokes that dragged every thick inch out and slammed back in.
They fucked standing at first, Uniku braced against a stack of training mats, back arched, navy hat long gone, ears flat with pleasure. Roasso-kun’s red tail lashed, mane flying as he pounded harder, the wet slap of skin and fur filling the room. Then he pulled out, spun Uniku around, and pushed him onto his back on a thick mat. Legs up, knees hooked over Roasso-kun’s strong arms. The new angle let the horse drive even deeper, cock nailing Uniku’s prostate on every thrust. Uniku’s own cock bounced against his white belly, leaking steadily.
Roasso-kun leaned down, took Uniku’s cock into his muzzle, and sucked while he kept fucking. The dual sensation made Uniku cry out, paws clutching at red mane. After a while they switched again—Uniku on all fours, Roasso-kun mounted behind him like the stallion he was, hips snapping in a relentless rhythm. Then missionary once more, slower, deeper, mouths locked, tongues sliding.
Sweat dampened beige skin and white fur. The smell of sex and stadium grass mixed. Roasso-kun’s thrusts grew erratic. “I’m close… going to fill you up.”
“Do it. Cream inside me.”
Roasso-kun buried himself to the root and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum pumping deep into Uniku’s ass, flooding him in pulse after pulse. The creampie overflowed around the still-hard shaft, white seed dripping down Uniku’s balls and onto the mat. Uniku stroked himself frantically and came seconds later, painting his own white fur and Roasso-kun’s chest with his release.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, Roasso-kun’s cock softening slowly inside the warm, cum-slick channel. When he finally pulled out, a fresh gush of creampie spilled from Uniku’s stretched hole. Roasso-kun gathered some on his fingers and pushed it back in, then licked the rest from Uniku’s thighs.
They cleaned up with spare towels, red and navy jerseys pulled back on over sticky bodies, shorts tugged into place. Outside the tunnel the night air was cool. Roasso-kun’s red mane still looked wild; Uniku’s white fur had a few damp patches no one would notice in the dark.
“Next derby,” Roasso-kun said, bumping muzzles, “we do this again. Longer.”
Uniku smiled, pink mouth curved, ears perked. “Count on it.”
They walked out under the quiet stadium lights, two eighteen-year-old mascots with the taste of each other still on their tongues and the memory of that deep, messy creampie warming them both.
Uniku of Kagoshima United FC leaned against the goalpost, pure white fur glowing under the lights, navy-blue safari hat tilted over his tall cat-like ears, navy jersey and shorts still damp with sweat. His pink nose wrinkled in a smile, fluffy white tail with its navy stripe curling. Also eighteen, also still buzzing from the match, he watched the horse with open curiosity.
“You ran circles around everyone tonight,” Uniku said, voice soft and warm. “Even me.”
Roasso-kun grinned, stepping close until their chests almost touched. “You’re unique, just like your name says. Couldn’t stop staring at that white fur and those ears.” His large cartoon eyes flicked down, then back up. “Want to stay a little longer? No one else is around.”
Uniku’s answer was a quiet nod and a paw sliding under the hem of Roasso-kun’s jersey, feeling the warm beige skin beneath. They moved together into the players’ tunnel, then into an unlocked equipment room where spare kits and mats still smelled of grass and liniment. The door clicked shut. Red jersey hit the floor first, then navy blue. Shorts followed. Socks and shoes kicked aside.
Roasso-kun’s thick, heavy cock sprang free, already half-hard, the shaft a deeper tan than the rest of him, veined and throbbing, the blunt head glistening. Uniku’s own cock rose pale and smooth against white fur, pink tip leaking a clear bead. They pressed together, muzzles brushing, then mouths opening. Tongues met in a slow, wet kiss while hands stroked.
Uniku dropped to his knees first. He wrapped both paws around Roasso-kun’s cock, licked a long stripe from base to tip, then took the head into his warm mouth. He sucked steadily, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling under the ridge while one paw cupped the heavy balls and the other stroked what he couldn’t fit. Roasso-kun’s red mane shook as he groaned, hips rocking gently, feeding more of his thick length between those soft lips. “Fuck… your mouth feels so good. Take it deeper.”
Uniku did, swallowing until his nose pressed into the beige belly, throat working around the shaft. Spit ran down his chin onto white fur. He pulled off with a wet pop, stroked the slick cock, then stood and turned, presenting his ass. Roasso-kun’s big paws spread the white cheeks, thumbs rubbing the tight pink hole. He spat, worked one finger in, then two, scissoring until Uniku was panting and pushing back.
“Ready?” Roasso-kun asked, voice rough.
“Yes. Put it in me.”
Roasso-kun lined up, pressed the broad head against the ring, and pushed. The tight heat parted slowly around him. Inch by inch his cock sank into Uniku’s ass until his hips met the soft white fur of Uniku’s rump, balls resting against him. Both of them groaned. Roasso-kun stayed still for a moment, letting Uniku adjust, then began to thrust—long, deep strokes that dragged every thick inch out and slammed back in.
They fucked standing at first, Uniku braced against a stack of training mats, back arched, navy hat long gone, ears flat with pleasure. Roasso-kun’s red tail lashed, mane flying as he pounded harder, the wet slap of skin and fur filling the room. Then he pulled out, spun Uniku around, and pushed him onto his back on a thick mat. Legs up, knees hooked over Roasso-kun’s strong arms. The new angle let the horse drive even deeper, cock nailing Uniku’s prostate on every thrust. Uniku’s own cock bounced against his white belly, leaking steadily.
Roasso-kun leaned down, took Uniku’s cock into his muzzle, and sucked while he kept fucking. The dual sensation made Uniku cry out, paws clutching at red mane. After a while they switched again—Uniku on all fours, Roasso-kun mounted behind him like the stallion he was, hips snapping in a relentless rhythm. Then missionary once more, slower, deeper, mouths locked, tongues sliding.
Sweat dampened beige skin and white fur. The smell of sex and stadium grass mixed. Roasso-kun’s thrusts grew erratic. “I’m close… going to fill you up.”
“Do it. Cream inside me.”
Roasso-kun buried himself to the root and came hard, thick ropes of hot cum pumping deep into Uniku’s ass, flooding him in pulse after pulse. The creampie overflowed around the still-hard shaft, white seed dripping down Uniku’s balls and onto the mat. Uniku stroked himself frantically and came seconds later, painting his own white fur and Roasso-kun’s chest with his release.
They stayed locked together, breathing hard, Roasso-kun’s cock softening slowly inside the warm, cum-slick channel. When he finally pulled out, a fresh gush of creampie spilled from Uniku’s stretched hole. Roasso-kun gathered some on his fingers and pushed it back in, then licked the rest from Uniku’s thighs.
They cleaned up with spare towels, red and navy jerseys pulled back on over sticky bodies, shorts tugged into place. Outside the tunnel the night air was cool. Roasso-kun’s red mane still looked wild; Uniku’s white fur had a few damp patches no one would notice in the dark.
“Next derby,” Roasso-kun said, bumping muzzles, “we do this again. Longer.”
Uniku smiled, pink mouth curved, ears perked. “Count on it.”
They walked out under the quiet stadium lights, two eighteen-year-old mascots with the taste of each other still on their tongues and the memory of that deep, messy creampie warming them both.