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I guess you could call it my little hobby. Ok, well obsession might be closer to the mark, but I liked to think I was just dedicated to my craft.

I had first fallen in love with gloryholes when I stumbled on one in Memphis. A big Southern bull who was fucking me on a holiday let me in on the secret, and I took to it so fine, but the trouble was, I really wanted to be the guy on the other side. So, one day, when I went to get my length drained, I started talking to the guy on the other side, an experienced paw at it, a wolf. He invited me to join him, and I sucked off my first stranger that day, a straight college stud stag about twenty two with a girlfriend who, at least according to him, never gave him head. I can still remember his moans as he unloaded in my throat and the way his furry scrotum felt in my paw as he nutted.

Over the years I had dabbled a few times, but now I had set myself up in a nice house in a suburban street in Middle America with a flag on a flagpole like a good Republican and settled into a job I could do from home, I had the opportunity and the means to make my dream a reality. It took a while to get everything just right, but I now had one of the hottest gloryholes in the country, right in my own home. To everyone in the neighbourhood, I was an ordinary middle-aged Dobie, salt of the Earth, seen jogging round the streets and always quick with a wave and a greeting. Most had no idea. Except a special few.

Once a guy was accepted, he could enter through my garage, and with a shared lockcode on the door he could enter a small room set up just the way I wanted it. A nice partition, plywood but sturdy, with a big hole so I could accommodate a range of heights. A warm safe room with plenty of porn on a screen if they wanted that, and most of all, my willing muzzle on the other side.

I loved getting used by the procession of straight alpha studs that came by to make use of my services. All ages, all species, every sort of cock you could imagine. They all had attitude though, and I loved hearing them, especially the verbal ones when they gave me orders, encouragement, or just plain throaty moans as I sucked them off to perfection. But I had special favourites, I can't deny that. Horses. Fuck they got me going. One sniff of a sheath, a big heavy stallion scrotum, a leaking cock with that big urethra poking out and the flare nice a fat. I loved them more than any, and I was always looking forward to breaking in a new equine stud when I got the chance.

And some of them, well, they got very special treatment. The ones who wanted not just to let me suck them off, but wanted to drop a load in my ass. I loved it when a stud would growl out "I want to fuck you." I always slicked up my ass in preparation just in case, and it was so hot when a regular took my ass for the first time. I would back up against the hole and lift my stubby Dobie tail and guide them in and let them do it just how they wanted. Usually, that was a hard, wild jackhammering fuck while I jacked out a load as my ass took their seed.

Most of them were straight, or at least that's what they said. Who was I to argue? Some of them even came around the other side sometimes and let me service them face to face. Some preferred the anonymity of it all. I knew a few of them, enough to recognise them around the neighbourhood. Many of them were pretty straight, at least in public, with wives and families, just missing something at home and wanting the extra special service only a dedicated sub dog can provide.

One of my favourites was a big draft stallion in his early forties. A construction worker with a business of his own, he had a family and a wife who, according to him, was only interested in scrapbooking and spending his money going out with her friends. He had a big sex drive and a huge heavy cock and I filled the need. Mostly he just wanted his nuts drained by my throat, and he loved edging and taking his time with it which was hot as fuck. But when he gave me the command to present my ass I always felt a tingle inside. He fucked almost the best of any of my guys and he was definitely one of the most verbal. His deep growling voice felt almost as good as his cock.

When I got a message from him on Whatsapp saying he needed to talk, I was a little curious. He rarely wanted to do anything more than drop his load. We met up in a park in the neighbourhood, just two members of the community out jogging. He looked amazing as I remembered, about six foot six, two sixty pounds of stallion muscle, with thighs like tree trunks, a big barrel chest crowned with fat pecs, and biceps like footballs and an ass wider than my shoulders. He had a cute as fuck coat which I liked watching bead with sweat as he jogged, brown shading to black at his neck, white feathering, and a gorgeous white patch on his muzzle. Most of all though he had a fucking huge bulge in his sweat shorts, that for once was not all show. He was packing twelve inches of thick equine perfection in those shorts, with a fat flare that felt incredible on my lips or spreading my hole, and a set of nuts the size of softballs in a black leather sack. He was a total Alpha stud, and he knew it.

So, I was shocked to see him looking a bit uncertain. I might even have said he was embarrassed.

"Ahhh...I have a problem. And a favour to ask..."

My level of intrigue grew with each word. It was the most deliciously twisted thing I had ever encountered.

It turned out his eldest son, Mitchell, had followed him last time. He had stupidly left the door unlatched when he came in, and the eighteen-year-old colt had seen what he was up to. Now he was demanding to come along, or the fucker would tell his mom. That was some serious balls of steel on the colt.

He looked almost pleading. He didn't have to. I was hooked.

I had hosted more than one guy at a time a few times. Usually it was a couple of guys who were buddies, or a couple who ran into each other turning up to my gloryhole and decided to share. But a father and son was new to me, and the thought of it made my knot throb. I set a time and went home to jack out a mammoth load thinking about the encounter to come.

I had seen Mitchell around the place a few times. He was hot as fuck already at eighteen, and he was a beautiful mix. He definitely took after his dad in part, but his mom, a palomino quarterhorse, had a part to play too. About six ten, so taller than his dad, and not as bulky the leaner quarterhorse lines making him a very different package, more jock stud than musclestud but he was still well muscled from baseball and track. He had similar colouring to his dad, including soft white feathering. He looked fucking cute in a pair of tight running shorts, but unlike his dads pure black mane he had a beautiful blonde mane and deep grey-green eyes and a shiteating grin that told the world he knew he was it and a bit. He could get away with it though.

When the time came I was almost cumming just from anticipation. I saw them arrive on the little hidden camera in the room. I liked watching the view from the other side sometimes, and I didn't want to put them off knowing they were being watched so I had hidden it in a bookcase on the opposite wall. Sometimes the sight of a muscled ass clenching as a guy fucked my throat or my ass was enough to set me off.

I had also installed a microphone, so I could hear them better. I loved the sound of Alpha stud in heat. Moans. Cries. Dirty talk. Commands. I got it all, and it made me drip.

So, when they came in, I got to size them up without them knowing. My regular was wearing his work pants, and a work shirt with his company logo. His son was wearing shorts though, khaki cargoes hanging off the very edge of his ass and showing off the top of his briefs and an expanse of brown coat with some black spots right where his cleft began. He had a polo and a few of those stupid wristbands on to complete the picture, and his silken blonde tail rode high, giving me an uninterrupted view of his ass, alas still partly hidden by clothes. Not for long though. Not for long.

I was pleased when his dad demanded to go first. I wanted to savour the colt when the time came; I had only had one other eighteen year old in my time, a local guy, a lion, going off to college who moaned the whole time I sucked him off and then gave me a second load without softening one bit. His cum tasted so sweet, and he was too, saying "thank you sir" when I finished. I told him I was the one who should call him Sir, and he chuckled but I could tell he loved that. When he came round a second time he was in his element as an Alpha stud, totally directing my mouth over his nuts and his shaft and his feline barbs and his sweet cockhead without a hint of hesitation. I was so sad he had to go away for college.

"Just fucking watch and don't fuck anything up you shit."

Wayne's gruff voice came to me over the little earpiece I had set up to take the feed from the other side. He was still trying to stay in control of the colt, even after being blackmailed into this. I loved that.

When he poked his partly dropped cock and massive nuts through, I immediately cupped his nuts and kissed his flare. I knew he loved that. Suckling his flare slow, and then down his thickening mottled length, I got him to full hardness quickly. He moaned a low gruff moan and began to order me around just how I liked.

"Yeah take it all...that's it, right to the base....yeah now my nuts. Suck those big fat nuts puppy..."

It was our thing, and it turned me on something awful, calling me puppy. It went right to my cock. He would alternate between letting me do what I wanted, directing my muzzle, and muzzle fucking me. I cupped his nuts, squeezing, teasing, feeling them draw up, and he pulled out and let me see his pulsing flare and the droplets of precum oozing from the urethra. He loved edging, and I loved making him wait. I blew hot breath on his flare, and made him gasp and cry out.

"Fucking tease...take it all puppy..."

While we continued our duel, I took a casual look at the video feed from the other side. My eyes almost bugged out seeing his son had his cock out already, fully dropped, his hand sliding over a mottled perfect stallion cock already hard and already slick. I wanted to warn him, tell him to make the colt stop so he wouldn't pop off too fast, but I didn't want to give the game away. Instead, I used all my tricks, and a lot of deep throat action to get his dad to the boil as fast as I could. As I felt his nuts drawing up, I slid a finger behind them and pressed against his straight stud tailhole. It always worked; he let out a long growl and I watched the video feed and saw his ass muscles clench, the dimples so pronounced, his cleft open, tail high and flagging, and I saw his big fat tailhole with a hint of my finger pressed to it clench and he unloaded a thick load of stud cream into my throat as his nuts tried to bury themselves in his pelvis.

Then I heard Mitchell

"Fucking A dad. That was so fucking hot. My turn now." He really was a eager little shit.

Wayne was only partly soft, but he pulled back all the same. I was kind of disappointed he didn't put the cocky shit back in line. But not for long.

I wasn't surprised at least when a fully hard stallion cock poked through the opening. I admired as long as I could. Physically, he was very like his dad. Nice and straight, thicker than average even for equines, the draft side dominated there, and a prominent wide flare and thick medial, black at the base, mottled from the medial. He was so hard already, the skin looking almost painfully taut and a constant drool of pre came from his piss slit. He was about as thick as Wayne I thought, but an inch or two longer. I knew that would burn my Alpha stud, knowing his son had an edge.

He also had fat nuts, but silken smooth. Wayne wasn't into shaving, an he had a few soft hairs there, but from the first touch I knew Mitchell was shaved, his baby smooth skin so good. I tickled the underside of his scrotum and he let out a long deep moan, and his cock twitched in midair and let out a along droplet of pre. This cock was dangerously close to the boil.

"Fucking hell...take my cock dude...just fucking take it."

I tried to take him slow, licking down from his leaking tip, along the underside tracing his bulging urethra, nuzzling his nuts. He yelped, and squealed and nickered so cutely, and pushed his cock deeper in against my muzzle.

"Fucking suck me off dude...now!"

"Yes Sir! Feed me your cock Sir!"

He had me going with that high adolescent voice growling out the hottest top commands but not quite knowing how to do it. He had the hottest way of saying 'dude' too.

I slid my lips over his flare and he pushed in as far as the partition would let him. I went to the medial first, giving him what I was sure was his first deep throat as he let out a strangled gasp. I cupped his beautiful soft nuts and fondled them while I started suckling, giving him what I hoped would be a blowjob he would always remember. But alas he was too primed for it to last.

Only a couple of minutes after he started, I felt his rigid cock suddenly jerk hard in my muzzle, and his nuts draw up tight, and I heard the plywood creak as he dug his fingerhooves into the wood and tried to fuck the hell out of my muzzle and he spurted a huge load of teenage colt spunk down my throat.

I pulled off him, admiring his still hard cock, swinging in the air, the flare pulsing like some sea creature. He was gasping, and moaning, his breath coming in heaving gulps.

"Holy shit...holy shit...holy fuck..."

Then I heard his dad.

"You fucking useless shit. Can't last more than a minute? No wonder your girlfriend dumped you Mitch. You must be a waste of time in bed."

Oh fuck I loved him for that.

"Dad, fucking...don't tell him that!"

"What, think the pup here thinks you are some ultimate stud? You just shot off like a fourteen-year-old. After making all this song and dance to come here, you are a fucking embarrassment colt."

"Dad, just...give me time..."

"Well, at least you can give him a second load colt. Prove you aren't a total fucking shame."

He stood there, cock still erect for me, balls churning. They had dropped into place again, rolling in his sac. I took his nuts in my paw and gently stroked, and began a soft rubbing of my lips against his head, right on the wide open piss slit. Then let my tongue just barely touch.

He tried to draw back and would have if I didn't have a grip on his nuts.

"Ohhhh fuck! That's too much..."

"Just relax Sir. Let me take it slow."

He pushed forward again, and I took it easier this time, concentrating on his shaft, his nuts, his medial, until finally my tongue found his flare and tip again. He screamed. I pulled off.

"What the fuck is wrong with you colt?"

"Dad, it's too sensitive. I can't cum..."

"You total loser Mitch. You have the balls to blackmail me into letting you come here, and then you can't even do a decent job. Well, I might have a cure for that colt. You asshole."

The sound was loud, sudden and unexpected. I stared at the colt's cock, watching it quiver in midair afterwards. A loud, hard, sudden sound like a pistol shot. Unmistakable.

"Oh Jesus...oh fuck...dad!!!"

Looking at the monitor, I got a perfect view. Wayne had the boy by the mane and the scruff of his neck, his hand gripping around the collar of his polo top. The other rested on a pair of tight chestnut coated teenage stallion buns. He pulled back, until I couldn't see the big rough hand of the construction boss for a moment, and then it suddenly reappeared in a flash and landed on those buns with another loud and awesome spank.

"Oh fuck! No! No!"

I stared at the cock in front of me, fascinated. It twitched on each new spank, the flare suddenly broader and looking as if it would burst. A droplet of pre formed at the piss slit, then another, and soon they pulsed out his extended urethra and dripped towards the floor. The colt was going nuts on the other side, trapped against the partition by his dad's merciless grip and even more merciless spanking hand.

"You are such a pussy boy. Think you're a stud? You are just a whiny little bitch."

"Oh God, please dad, please!"

I knew what I needed to do. I rested my lips against the boy's fat flare and took his length into my muzzle, right down to the hilt as he screamed at the sensations, then again as another spank landed as I had him deep in my throat. I slid up, concentrating on his flare and the stretched skin just below. I showed him no mercy, as his dad wasn't. He tried to pull back, but each new spank spent him forward and drove his cock deeper into my muzzle.

"Yeah you deserve this Mitch. You cocky, insufferable shit."

"Oh fuck dad...please...please...stop...stop...stop...ahhhh...ahhhhhhhhhhhh...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

When his cock began to twitch rhythmically in my muzzle I knew it was close. I lost count of how many spanks he got. It must have been thirty at least. His balls were so tight, and I got a chance this time to slide a finger up the base of his cock and his taint and touch his tailhole. It winked, and I slid the tip inside, telling myself I was helping out. His ass almost tore the tip of my finger off as it clenched and he let out a scream and I swallowed the biggest load of my life, his ejaculation going on and on into a dozen powerful spurts of teen colt jizz.

I had pulled down my shorts towards the end and lost a load sometime around when he began to beg his dad to stop the spanking. It was the hardest cum of my life too. I splattered the partition in a fountain of cum. Kneeling back panting a moment, my long Dobie tongue out, I saw his still semi hard cock pointing straight out now, cum still dripping from the tip.

"Good boy. Now, are you going to tell your mom about this?"

The colt was almost crying I could tell. His voice had that little sniffle about it.

"N...no Sir..."

"Good answer."

The colt's cock suddenly jerked again, just as I heard a spank louder than any of the ones before. The colt let out a screaming whinny, and then began to sob. He finally pulled his cock back out of the hole, and I watched them both dress in the video feed and leave.

I jacked off four times that night watching a replay. I knew which would be my favourite session of all time.

The next day I got a message from Wayne demanding a servicing at 4 pm. I waited for him in rapt anticipation, because he had mentioned the magic words. Well, and one other reason.

"Prepare for a hard fucking puppy."

When he shoved his cock through the hole he was already half hard. I went to work fast, sucking deep, loving the feel of his pulsing cock against my lips, but knowing it wasn't for long.

"Now puppy. Your ass. Give me your ass."

I backed up against the hole, pants down at my ankles, and guided him in. He moaned a low throaty moan as he sank into my depths.

"Fuck that hole is wet. You must have had a good fucking already today."

"Yes Sir. Now please, breed me hard sir, mount my cum filled ass and give me your spunk stallion, I need it bad."

"Fuuuuuck...so slick...so good...bet I feel better than the last guy..."

"Oh fuck yes Sir...so much better..."

I didn't tell him the truth of course. That he didn't feel better, not at all. Or the fact that the load he felt inside my hole as he drilled me was his son's.

I had gone for a jog that lunchtime and run into Mitch. He looked so cute, and so embarrassed, but his high twitching blonde tail and his cheeky grin told me he wasn't too embarrassed. I was right; he still had the balls to proposition me.

I told him to follow me home, and the cute fucker came into my front door instead of the garage. I told him to go back round, but he just shrugged and asked if he could stay this side anyway. I had to mentally recalibrate just how straight he might be after all.

I gave him the blowjob he deserved yesterday, his running shorts down at his ankles, his jock strap slid under his sheath to point his cock up to his belly. He lasted five minutes this time before his knees almost buckled and his tail flagged wildly as he spunked and I asked him if he wanted to go again.

He looked a little fearful then.

"Ahhh I don't...I don't want you to do what my dad did..."

I told him I had no intention of doing that, though the idea was fucking hot. Instead I propped him on his knees on the sofa and knelt between his wide splayed hooves and licked his sore taut muscled ass until he was screaming and then his cleft and his perineum and his tight virgin straight colt tailhole until he was begging and then I took his place on the sofa and told him to fuck me like the Alpha stud he was going to be.

He took a moment to find my hole but then he just slid right in, one thrust, no compromise, and fucked me like I craved a wild fast rabbit punch fucking that went straight to my prostate and drew a hands-free cum that spattered Dobie cum all over the sofa and he slapped my ass with his hips until he came in buckets in my hole.

So I knew how much cum I had onboard, and whose it was, as Wayne powerfucked my ass and made it drip out my wide spread pucker and down my perineum and all over my nuts and that thought was enough to make me cum over and over in one continuous stream until he roared out his own orgasm with a high pitched window shattering whinny and thrust a few times slow and rested his length in my depths.

"Yeah, I should spank that motherfucking shit more often."

"Yes Sir, I definitely think you should."

Ok, maybe the second fuck was better after all, but only because of the first. It was a tough choice to make.

I hoped to be making it again soon.