Sorry but I'm not a fag. And it definitely wouldn't be gay if I gently but firmly kept pushing him along through the aisles, not letting him walk behind me. We would inevitably pass by other ponies. They might snicker, or blush, or pretend not to notice his obvious state. If I leaned over frequently to whisper encouraging words into his ear, I wouldn't say gay things like "I love you" and "you look beautiful when you get worked up like this". I wouldn't say that I loved how his mane, slick with sweat and his own juices caught the light as it fell down his neck. I wouldn't tell him to walk slower, so that I could more closely watch the tight muscles in his ass and hindlegs as he strode. He definitely wouldn't swish his tail, slowly and provocatively, giving me glimpses of his obviously slick and wet ponut, and his heavy balls. I wouldn't tease him with frequent kisses, on the tips of his sensitive ears, which would flick each time. On his cheek, under his eye, on the back of his neck under his mane, along his muzzle, irritating him with my game before finally kissing him properly, with one hand behind his head and one kneading his supple flank, something which surely anyone watching would think was inappropriate in public. We would continue shopping in this manner, and his whole body would be burning hot with embarrassment, excitement, and hunger. His stallionhood would be impossibly swollen, swaying, bobbing, and leaking endlessly, small *plaps* of his precum splashing on the floor. Every touch and every kiss would send a small but pleasant spark down his length. I might gently pump it whenever I thought nobody would notice, the slick coating of pre making an extremely wet and very lewd noise as my slippery hand ran up and down. His erection wouldn't subside, because I would never let it, constantly teasing him.