The Water Bill
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Rian loved showers. He took two, sometimes three every day. The constant stream of hot, steamy water bearing down on him for a nice, long period of thirty to forty minutes relaxed him more than music or anything else; it prepared him for his day and washed away the stresses of everyday life when the day was over. Sure, it was different from how other people relaxed, but he couldn't help it. He hated being dirty, and he hated feeling dirty.
The issue was the water bill.
He had gotten into more than one discussion with his parents about the money going into the water bill. After all, he wasn't the only one in the house who had to bathe, so his daily multiple showers combined with his parents' daily showers made for a hefty water bill. And, of course, Rian, being in school, couldn't get a jobâ€"even if he wanted one, because his parents would never have that. "Education always comes first," mom would say. "We'll figure the rest of it out later."
It made him miserable. Every time he bathed to relax, he thought of the cost of the water he used and stressed out more. The fact that he enjoyed showering was taking away his ability to enjoy showeringâ€"how screwed up was that?
Maybe if he cut it down to one a day for a while, it would get better. But when should he take that one? In the morning, or in the evening? If he only took one in the evening then he'd be tense when he left for school, but if he only took one in the morning then he'd go to bed tense every night.
He was taking his morning shower as he pondered all of this. It was a weekend, so he didn't have school or anything, but he still took his morning shower at around the same time, when only his dad was up and waiting for him to finish so he could take his shower. Rian tried to focus on the soft patter of water against ceramic, the hot moisture running down his back and chest.
His concentration broke when he heard the bathroom door open. People often came into the bathroom for medicine or what-have-you while he was in the shower, so he didn't think much of it until his dad called from behind the shower curtain.
"Hey, Rian?"
"Yeah, dad?"
"Your mother and I were talking about it, and we had an idea about how to pay the water bill without you having to take fewer showers, but we want to know if you want to do it."
"What is it?"
"It may be a little uncomfortable, at least at first, but. . .well, if you and I showered together in the morning, that would count for my one shower and less water would be used in the long run. You'll have to keep it to strictly two a day, though, and we might have to negotiate the weekends."
Rian was momentarily stunned. Shower. . .with his father?
"You mean, like how we shower with the other guys in the gym?"
"Yeah," dad answered, "just like that, only closer."
Rian thought about it. On the one hand, it would definitely be awkward, but then, they were both stallions. . .no different from the gym. . .nothing neither of them had never seen before, after all. . . and he'd get both of his showers in a day. . .
"All right," he said finally. "Yeah, we can do that, no problem. If you're fine with it, I mean."
"I am if you are."
"Okay. Good."
"All right."
And before Rian could add another "all right," his dad opened the shower curtain and stepped in.
Rian underestimated the discomfort. His dad was a nicely built chestnut stallion, having kept nicely in shape past his prime. He was 6'2", two inches taller than himself. A short, black mane lined the top of his head and neck. When he stepped into the shower and the water hit him, he recoiled, causing his supple pecs and large, round testicles to shake.
"Holy God, that water is hot," he said. "Why haven't you cooked yet?"
His dad's joking eased Rian's discomfort somewhat. "I like it hot," he said. "I'll turn it down a little."
"Not too much. I like it hot too. Just not boiling. I'm a horse, not a lobster."
Rian turned on the cold water a tad, and when the water went from normal to lukewarm (to him, anyway) his dad stepped in. The water running down his muscles, flattening his very short fur, seemed to accentuate his body, giving it a slick, shiny appearance. Moisture dripped from his balls. Rian covered his junk up with his hands, still not quite given in to bathing with this beast.
"You can turn around, if you want," Dad said, smiling. "Or I can. Whatever you prefer."
Rian turned to face the showerhead, his dad standing behind him.
"Could you pass the shampoo?" Dad said.
Rian took the shampoo from the shelf hanging from the showerhead and passed it back. His arm brushed against his dad's as the older stallion reached for the bottle. He squeezed some soap into his palm and passed it back. Rian heard his dad lathering the soap in his mane behind him. His heartbeat jumped when dad pressed close behind him to place his head over Rian's shoulder and under the water. Foamy shampoo washed over his arm.
"Soap," his dad said. Rian passed the bar back to him, but dropped it over his shoulder.
The adage "Don't drop the soap" echoed in his head. Dad squatted down to get it, and as he stood back up, Rian felt his nose rub against his butt cheek slightly. His member fell loose from its shaft, water dripping from the tip, and he knew his dad noticed. When dad stood up straight, Rian felt a firm prod on the small of his back.
When he felt his dad's hands rubbing his shoulders, his breath came in shuddering gasps.
"You don't wash your back enough," dad said. His hands went lower down Rian's back. He leaned in close and whispered into his ear, "You dirty boy."
Rian's cock twitched. His dad's hands went lower. Lower. They were rubbing his butt. Under his tail.
"You dirty, dirty boy." Dad was nibbling his ear and kissing his neck. Rian felt a finger prod his tailhole, then slowly enter him. The wiggling of his father's wet digit and the feel of his tongue against his ear made his member spurt pre, he knew it, he felt it, but he couldn't see it from all the water.
Rian had never been so turned on in his life. No creature, male or female, had ever managed to seduce him as his own father was doing.
A second finger entered him. Dad massaged his tailhole for what felt like blissful forever while his free hand gently pinched Rian's left nipple and his lips kissed his neck and cheek. Rian wanted to scream with pleasure rocking his mind and body. He pressed his rear further back into his dad's wet, penetrating fingers.
"Dad," he whispered.
"Shh. It's okay. It's okay," dad whispered back. His hand moved from Rian's nipple down to his hard shaft. A third finger penetrated Rian's butthole when he felt his dad's hand clench around his cock and rub.
Each rub of his shaft was accompanied by a wet "squilch" sound. Water splashed off the end while more water poured down on him. His father's rubbing moved faster, his fingers massaged his insides more roughly, teasing his g-spot, and he was licking Rian's face by now, which was pointed upward with a gasping, moaning pleasure he had never known. He felt his orgasm approaching, his tailhole tingling and clenching around his dad's fingers.
When he blew his load all over the bathroom wall, it was the greatest thing he ever felt. He knew that, compared to this surging ecstasy cascading through his every inch, masturbation would feel like taking a shower with a hose from now on. His dad took his hand away from Rian's satisfied member and licked the semen off it. He kept his fingers in Rian's butt as he kissed his son again.
"So how did you like that?" he whispered.
"Oh, God, dad," was all Rian could say. He reached up and maneuvered his head to kiss his dad on the lips. Their tongues touched and passed into eachother's mouths while water ran down their faces.
When Rian felt the prod at his back again, he remembered that his dad hadn't cum yet. He broke from the kiss and awkwardly turned around in the small confine of the tub. He took the arm with the fingers in his ass and felt them slide out of him. As he looked at his dad's green eyes, he guided the hand up to his mouth and in a compulsive movement driven by pure lust sucked on the fingers that were inside him moments ago, tasting himself as his father watched, smiling.
When dad's hand was clean they kissed again, shorter this time, but just as erotic as before. There was a certain appeal to kissing his father like a lover, and a greater one in submitting to him like a slut. For the first time, he liked feeling dirty. He rubbed his father's large member.
"I want to drink your cum, daddy," he whispered. "Can your dirty boy drink daddy's cum?"
"Since you asked so nicely," dad said, chuckling. He gently laid himself down in the tub. The water from the showerhead fell onto his waist, soaking his dick and balls. Rian turned around and lay down on top of his dad in a 69 position. His dad's cock was now right in front of his face, big, wet, hard and eager. He felt his father's thumbs probe his butthole as he started licking the shaft. Water beat down on his head as he sucked dad's cock, sliding down a little more with each bob of his head in order to swallow as much of the throbbing dick as he could. His own member throbbed beneath him, wedged between his chest and his dad's, eager to cum once more.
Rian felt something slimy enter his ass, and when he looked back he saw his dad, nose buried in his butt cheeks, licking his insides. He moaned and pressed his rear back toward the tongue. He made a note to try that one day.
He squeezed his dad's balls as he sucked harder. He could almost reach the base of the shaft if he swallowed enough equine cock. The tongue in his ass felt so good, and his father's meat tasted so delicious, he felt another orgasm climbing, ready to burst from him again. His father's powerful hips began thrusting upward into Rian's mouth.
His dad's tongue licked just the right spot, and Rian exploded. His cum covered him and his father, and the prospect of being covered in his son's semen triggered dad's own orgasm, flooding Rian's mouth and throat with his first taste of thick, hot horse cum. He gulped down every spurt from his dad's engorging cock.
When it was finally over, Rian licked his lips and turned to face his dad. He was lying on top of him now, their satisfied cocks hanging limply side by side as the flowing water washed the cum out of their fur. They kissed again. Rian had a question to ask.
"Where did that come from?"
"Hmm? Where did what come from?"
"That."
Dad laughed. "I didn't expect you to be so hot when you're naked. You have such a perfect little ass, I couldn't resist."
They stood up and turned off the water. Dad slapped Rian on the behind as he got out of the tub.
"We should do this every morning," Rian said, hugging his dad around the neck. "Maybe tomorrow you can put more than some fingers in my perfect little ass."
"Ooh, I think I'd like that," his dad said. "You're such a dirty boy."
"And proud of it." Rian kissed his dad on the lips and put on some clothes.