Kyle staggered up the steps like his leg was braced, his huge bestial cock barely soft after firing down the leg of his sweatpants. The material was drenched and clinging to his flesh, warm whitish globules dripping out the cuff, in and around his shoe and leaving a sticky footprint on the hardwood finish with every step. His swollen testicles ached as though he'd been kept on the edge for hours, despite that last, desperate explosion. Despite both of them, he corrected. What his friends had to be going through now had been shut out of his mind as he climbed towards the bathroom. Just to clean up, he told himself. Just to clean up and nothing else...
He kept repeating that in his head as he reached the upper story and moved down the hallway, shut his eyes and whispered it. "I'm just cleaning up... I'm just cleaning up..." upon reaching the bathroom, he strips off his clothes, pulling his shirt off and yanking his pants down, glad to not have cum soaked pants making his legs miserable. They fell to the ground with a *plop*. Naked, he looks down to see his cock in all its glory; even soft, it must have been at least 12 inches long! But, his libido once again roared to life upon seeing it and it quickly began filling out to it's full two feet of length. "Uh-uh, not doing this again!" Kyle says to himself. He reaches into the shower and puts it on ice cold. He hops in and gives a very unmanly squeal as he is assaulted by the frigid water. Thankfully, it has the desired affect and his cock begins to deflate, in only a little.
But, that drive to cum seemed to be gone. As he washed himself down, cleaning all the cum off his legs and feet, Kyle was struck by a sudden burst of curiosity. He had never really examined a horse cock up close before. "Not that I had a want to!" He consoles himself with. He takes the soft length into his hands and looks it over, as he had only seen it once when he blasted his friends with a veritable fire hose of cum. He quickly put that thought out of his mind, lest he might want to do it again! Anyways, he returned his attentions to his horse meat. The first thing that stood out to him was that it had taken on a darker, mottled coloration. It was mostly a dark brown/black color with small patches and flecks of pink, with no discernible pattern. Running his fingers along it from bottom to head, he also noticed it seemed to have a thicker skin now, almost leathery. Obviously, it hadn't lost any of its sensitivity, he blushed at the thought of just how GOOD it had felt when he came.
Physically, it was also very different. Tracing his fingers further up, it seemed to have developed a thin ring of flesh around the middle. Thinking back to when he had taken a field trip to a farm, Kyle remembered it to be called a medial ring. As his finger brushed it, he noted that it was markedly more sensitive than the skin around it. Further up his hand went, his cock staying soft only because of the chilly water. He had to use two hands now to hold the darn thing up, it was so long. At the head, Kyle was intrigued that it had a flat top, with his urethra not on the top anymore, but almost on the front of his penis. Remembering back to his orgasms, the head flared into a trumpet shape shortly before he came, and became EXTREMELY sensitive to touch. Reaching out of the shower, he opened up the cabinet closest to him, and pulled out his stashed measuring tape. (Cmon, every teen guy has one somewhere.) Barely soft, he measured in at a whopping 22 inches, almost as long as his arm!
As Kyle finished up his exploration and washing himself, he shut the water off, but was hit by a sudden pang of lust again, his ready soldier solidifying once more. Thinking a bit more clearly this time, Kyle debated taking advantage of being in the shower and not having to clean up a huge mess...