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Ben looked back as his son joined him at the top of the hill. The younger bovine panted heavily ss approached his father. Sitting on a log, Ben looked behind him and frowned.

"Took you long enough," Ben said.

"Hey, I got here as soon I got the message," Otis huffed. In response, Ben chuckled, instantly lightening the mood. The black and white male caught his breath and approached his father once again, sitting next to him on the log.

"So... Was there something you wanted?" Looking around, Otis dared to ask his father what the reason for such an urgent call could be. Knowing his father, the monochrome bovine was sure it was nothing more than another lecture about stepping up to be a propeller leader for the barnyard. It was something he had heard time and time again but somehow his father managed to make each chewing out sound completely different. He braced himself as Ben's stern gaze was once again turned on him.

"I just wanted to spend some time with my son," Ben sighed, resting his hoof on the log. "There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

Naturally, Otis wasn't sure if his father was being genuine, this could be a ploy to lure him into a false sense of security. The moment he let his guard down, Otis was sure he was going to be bombarded with another list of things that he needed to do. But those words didn't come forth. Rather Ben turned his gaze upward, gazing up at the stars up above. Figuring that it was all okay and finally relaxing, Otis looked up as well, curious about what was so fascinating up there.

He was met with nothing else than a sky full of stars. But that in itself was certainly something to be seen. Shimmering and glittering above were countless dots that complimented the dark blue sky above. It was a sky that Otis had seen every night there was clear sky but this was the first time in a long time that he had taken a good, long look at the stratosphere. Another Otis hadn't done in a long time was fall quiet. The sight was enough to nearly hypnotize him. There was always something up there shining and even a few of the stars seemed to move. They dazzled the bovine and commanded his attention.

"Pretty, aren't they?" Ben finally said, snapping his son out of his trance.

"Uh, y-yeah they're alright," Otis said, clearing his throat. He wanted to keep things chill, not looking like he could be swayed by some twinkling lights in the sky.

"I used to come out here with a calf," Ben admitted with a small smile. "Of course, I wasn't always alone. This was a great place to bring someone else..."

Otis listened to his father, thought about the words and hopped off the log in disgust. "Eugh! You mean you used to... Right here?"

"What do you mean 'used to,' I'm not that old," Ben huffed and he soon chuckled. "You'd be surprised how many want a bite of this beef."

Otis was about to make a disgusted remark but he stopped and thought for a moment, "H-how many we talking about?" He sat back down and was now leaning against towards his dad, now intrigued. Ben leaned away with a smug smirk on his muzzle. He looked away and chuckled, enjoying the sudden attention from his son. "Come on," Otis inquired, "Just give me a name. I won't say anything."

Ben caved and chuckled, turning back to his son. "Duke," he simply said. The look on his son's face was priceless. But it was true, the farmer's dog and best friend didn't only kiss up to him. The canine had a sort of infatuation with the leader of the barnyard. There were many times when he lied with the bovine. As Ben relayed this very attention to Otis, the younger bovine's eyes were wide. He had no idea that one of his friends could be such a literal horndog.

"What is he like?" Otis dared to ask, leaning even closer.

Now Ben was the one caught off guard. But the wide, curious grin on his son's face compelled him to clear his throat and prepare to answer the question. "He's actually pretty good. He's not that big a guy so I didn't expect him to take me so well. He struggled at first but it's been two months now. Now he can take each and every inch of me."

"H-how many inches are we talking about?" Otis asked before he even realized it. He was now upon his dad, only a few inches away.

Ben chuckled and rolled his eyes in a playful manner. "You wanna see for yourself."

Feeling his heart drop in his chest, Otis scoot back on the log. His immediate instincts told him to decline such an offer from his own father... But there was something stronger within him that made him say "yes" before he even knew it. As soon as the words registered in his mind and made his heart skip a beat, Otis didn't stop himself. He went with it and gulped as his dad chuckled again and shifted his legs. The brown cow spread his lower legs, revealing the black pouch and the leathery pair of balls that rested on top of the log.

Otis gulped again but he kept his gaze on the older male's undercarriage. He was given more shock than he already had before upon realizing that the sheath was swelling. Sure enough, the wide, black tip of the bovine's maleness made itself known, popping from the soft pocket of flesh. As soon as the end was free from the sheath, the considerably thick shaft spilled forth. A staggering 11 inches drooped against the log. The entire length began to flex and thump in time with the owner's heartbeat. Slowly but surely the massive amount of inches and girth filled with blood and grew rigid, standing at attention.

"W-whoa..." Otis marveled aloud. The smirk on Ben's face grew even wider from his son's words.

"Sure is something isn't it?" Ben nodded. "This thing broke a lot of hearts back in the day."

"Uh... Sure looks like it," Otis gulped, keeping his eyes glued to the erection. His own sheath stirred and filled out, popping the wide tip from the enclosed flesh. Just like Ben's, the sheath spilled out and soon became erect. But Ben was impressed by his son's 15 inches. Sure, his son was longer than him, but his own manhood was much, much thicker. It was assured that anyone being mounted by him was going to be thoroughly stretched out. But from the looks of what Otis was packing, Ben was sure that anyone who laid with him was going to get it deep, most likely making them unable to walk.

"Not bad yourself," Ben complimented. He reached out and gripped his son's length. Otis' breath caught in his throat and he bit back a moan as the other male's hoof dragged up and down the soft skin. Ben looked and felt his son's maleness over, impressed what he saw and felt. He could also hear the muffled moans that came from the younger male but he said nothing about it. Withdrawing his hoof, Ben returned his gaze to meet with Otis'.

"You ever used it? I mean- On someone else?" Ben asked, tilting his head.

Much to his own embarrassment, Otis had to look his father in the eyes while he shook his head, admitting that he was in fact a virgin. He expected his dad to be disappointed, now being aware how many that were pining after him and the many more that he had been with. Despite being the son of the leader and having those who pined after him, Otis himself was rather afraid to actually lay with someone. He had no idea why, but the bovine found the idea of mating with someone was rather intimidating. When someone offered to have him, the bovine always found a way to get out of the situation, his virginity once again remaining unscathed.

"No... No, I never have... I'm- I'm afraid," Otis forced himself to admit. Once again, he expected to be lectured once again. But Ben instead placed a hoof on his shoulder. The older bull gave his son a look of sympathy.

"It's alright, Otis... You know..." Ben looked away for a moment before he forced himself to continue. Just like his son, he also had some secrets of his own. "...When I was your age, I was a virgin for quite some time."

"Y-you were?" Otis asked, finding that a bit hard to believe.

Ben nodded and gave a small smile. "Of course, it was before I became leader. Back then, I had to compete with other males for the titles. Winning gave me the confidence I needed to finally take that step..."

Otis nodded and began to think about how he could gain the confidence he needed to take that step as well. But his thinking was cut short as the hoof on his shoulder pulled him close to the other male.

Wanting to help his son, Ben brought himself in closer to his son. "I can help you out if you want me to." The offer whispered in his ear made the black and white bovine's eyes grow wide. It made him speechless, reducing his mind into a blank. But despite that, his body moved on it's own. One arm wrapped around his dad's shoulder while the other reached down and brushed against the ridiculously thick appendage between the other male's legs. Otis soon collected himself, looking his dad in the eyes and giving a careful nod.

Going a bit further, Otis dared to drag his hoof against the heavy maleness, stunned by how girthy and blunt the flesh was. He could hear his dad's breathy grunts that came each time he pressed the soft, leathery skin. Seeing an opportunity, Ben pressed his face against his son's. Otis' eyes nearly bulged out of his skull, feeling a pair of soft lips pressing against his own. A gentle warmth spread through his muzzle, not only from his blushing, that made Otis relax instantly. Sensing this, Ben flicked his tongue against Otis' lips and pressed the appendage against his son's lips. Breaking through, he was afforded the hot, wet space. HIs tongue took up residence, exploring his son's mouth. Small moans came from Otis, the strong muscle flicking and pressing within his own mouth was rather exciting.

Copying his dad's actions, Otis flicked his tongue from its resting position. It slipped against his dad's meeting together. He could taste the other male's grassy spit, finding it rather pleasant. Ben seemed to share the same sentiments as deep moans came from him. His free hooves were dragging against his son's body. Pressing against the thin layer of fur and the softness underneath. It tickled a bit but the feeling was overpowered by the raw passion that radiated from the two tongues simply grinding against each other. They were both hot, wet, and soft simply getting a feel for the other. It was clumsy and a bit messy from the drool that dripped from Otis' muzzle. He was rather inexperienced but Ben seemed to be having a great time so far.

But a rather firm grip on the brown bull's girth made him moan out, breaking up the kiss. Otis lapped up the spit that coated his lips and chuckled awkwardly. He didn't realize it right away but the grip on his dad's lower region had increased dramatically. But rather than being in pain, Ben found the whole thing rather pleasurable.

"You know... I thought I knew it all. But there was something that Duke recently taught me," Ben alluded. "I think you'd like it. And whoever you're with is gonna be surprised."

"A-alright, let's do it," Otis nodded firmly, surprised by his own willingness. Ben just chuckled and actually picked the other large male up. Otis huffed as he placed back down on the log. His length bobbed between his legs, obstructing his view a bit as his dad licked his lips and lowered himself. Otis cried out, completely caught off guard by the sudden lick to his own balls. It was warm and pleasurable but still came as a shock. Seeing his son suddenly twitch and shudder made Ben chuckle as he traveled just a bit lower.

He soon found his true target, the rather large and puffy hole that rested just underneath the cow's tail. It was only about a month that Duke had shown Ben that there was another way to use their hole, much more than mounting and penetrating. It was a feeling that Ben could still recall as if it was happening at that very moment. A deep shiver ran down his spine, making him bite his lip. Now it was time his son felt that very same pleasure. Licking his lips before he started, Ben got close and pressed his wet lips against the leathery pucker.

Another hiss came from Otis, now left reeling from the strange sensation. But another soft kiss instantly relieved him of the strange feeling. This time a sigh came forth. Fully relaxed, Otis laid back on the log and spread his legs even wider, allowing his dad free reign. Taking all he could get, Ben gave another kiss to the soft ring. His own soft lips met with the surface, both orifices spread warmth to the other. Moaning against the slight flavor and odor Ben drew his tongue from his mouth. Otis groaned at the feeling, truly experiencing the pleasure of the flesh for the first time. Sharp tingles ran through his body and they were joined by a moan that surprised Otis as soon as it came out.

Knowing that his son was enjoying the treatment, Ben went in further with his actions. Another slow lick was given to the rim before the older male gave it a light sucking. Wet noises came about between Otis' legs. Feeling himself being prodded by a hot, wet tongue and the pleasure that came with it, Otis threw his head back and drew shaky breath. He could hear Ben chuckling yet again. Around the bout of sucks that soon grew more intense, the older male let his amusement be clearly heard. It reminded him of the many pleasures he felt during his first time. Wanting to give Otis that very sensation, Ben sucked harder against the wide rim, finally digging his tongue in deep inside. As soon as his tongue jammed inside of the passage, it clenched down on the red muscle.

Otis' voice raised, echoing from atop the hill as he was filled for the first time. Despite it being just a tongue, the bovine's body was alight with pleasure. It only intensified as the tongue traced against the borders of the puffy rim. Ben was careful about his methods, making them calculated and slow. With his tongue he teased and pressed against the skin and flesh. Pleasures consisting of gentle licks and soft sucks against the black rim were given over and over, forcing Otis to squirm and let out moans that weren't able to be held back. For a moment he panicked as the pleasure deep within him suddenly spiked. As fast as it came was as quick as it fizzled out, leaving Otis back where he was before, making small whimpers against the hot mouth working his insides.

Shoving his tongue even deeper, Ben flicked it against the soft walls, getting a taste that was rather pleasant. Wanting a bit more of it, the older male's laps were deeper as his tongue curled against the clenching muscles. He kept them slow, not wanting to overwhelm his son. Rather, he popped his tongue from the clenching tunnel. With his muzzle slathered in his own spit, Ben reeled back and raised himself to look at his son.

"Alright, now do me," Ben said. Before Otis could even process what was being said to him, his dad was already turning himself around and presenting himself. Turning over as well, Otis gathered himself and dared to get on his stomach and slither towards his dad's backside. Thinking about what the older male did, the monochrome bovine placed his hooves on Ben's hips. Gingerly, Otis puckered his lips and drew in closer and closer until he was able to kiss the rim much like what was done to him.

Hearing a deep grunt coming from Ben told him that he was doing something right. Feeling a bit better about what he was doing, Otis came in close and pressed his lips against the soft, puffy hole once again. Keeping his mouth on the leathery orifice, Otis pressed his tongue against the ring. He flicked his tongue against the skin, finding the smell and taste non-offensive. Knowing that, the other male pressed his tongue within the hole just like Ben had done him. Following his dad's lead, Otis used his tongue to explore the older male's depths. Unlike the other bovine, Otis was much more brazen as he got comfortable. His tongue was quick to lick and press against the inner walls. Doing so coaxed pleasured noises out of the older bovine. Groaning and gripping the log, Ben was filled with bliss at the rigorous eating out he was receiving. The hot tongue was pressing in deeper and deeper, flicking against the prostate. Ben jumped and bit his lip from the jet of pleasure that soared through him...

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Otis removed his mouth for the now stretched and sloppy hole. Seeing his chance, Ben rolled off the log he laid on. He soon thumped onto the soft grass below. Otis looked on in surprise, that feeling growing even stronger as Ben chuckled and raised his legs, presenting his hole once again.

"I think about time we move onto better and... bigger things," Ben said, his voice gruff and lustful. Compelled to join his dad on the grass, Otis was soon crawling up the bovine. He took hold of the older male's legs. Giving an awkward chuckle, Otis could feel that urge to chicken out coming over him once again. But he looked to his dad and he was given a smile and a wink; an unsaid encouragement to keep going, that he could do it. Otis took a deep breath and went ahead. His trip pressed against the stretched him. A groan came forth as it slipped inside of the already clenching passage. Deep breaths came from the inexperienced cow, plunging more and more of himself inside of his dad. On the receiving end, Ben grunted and strained from the sudden fullness that struck his guts. Once he was nestled deep inside, Otis found what he assumed to be frightening was actually extremely pleasant. It was hot and soft inside, hugging all 15 inches of himself rather well. Daring to move around a bit, the bovine on tip reeled his hips back and moaned as his length dragged against the hot wetness.

Drawing shuddery breaths, Otis stopped just when his tip was still inside. He hesitated, still a bit unsure of himself.

"It's alright, Otis," Ben encouraged. "Go for it. If you can't do it now you may never be able to." His son nodded and drew in another heavy breath. Rather than focusing on the actual aspect of being so close to someone else, Otis convinced himself to focus solely on how it felt. Just think about the softness, how wet it was, and tight it clenched down him. That would be enough to get him through. So he did just that, pushing himself back inside of the warm flesh.

"Mmm... It's really tight..." Otis grunted as he slipped his length against the strong muscles.

"Hehe... Your old man's still got it," Ben chuckled but that was quickly replaced by a wince from the length. It was much more than he usually took. It being even bigger than his own posed a challenge but his endurance was rewarded from the intense pleasure that awaited him from the extra inches being shoved in deep. In all his years of fooling around, this was the most that Ben had to take all at once, and from his son no less. Through his pleasure, Ben felt an intense pride in the other bovine.

He knew exactly how the younger cow was feeling and he also knew that he could help give his son the true confidence he needed. All of his son's goofing around was a way he distracted himself from his inner fear. It was the same thing he did, instead of playing games and pranks, Ben distracted himself by picking fights. That was what led him to the competition of who would be leader. But Otis didn't have a contest to win, at least not one of the same magnitude. He could fool around, partying like the best of them, but it was used as a means to distract from his inner turmoil.

Now, Ben was sure that he could help his son. While he bore the brunt of each and every inside of him, as it slipped back and pressed against his walls, Ben grunted as he could feel himself being stretched around the impressive length. "T-that's it..." the older male continued. "NOw, go a bit faster."

Otis nodded, glad to have some direction. He huffed through his nose and pressed himself in and leaned back at a quicker pace, falling into a steady motion of deep pumps that rocked his dad's body and coaxed moans out of the both of them. Otis' hips thumped against Ben's backside over and over again, making muffled thuds with each meet of their bodies.

"Mmph... Y-yep... That's it... That's it..." Ben moaned, drawing a hoof over his chest. It had been a long time since he had felt as good as this. His body was rocked back and forth with each rather rough thrust. They made him wince and hiss in the best of ways. He could hear the moans that came from his son, beaming again as he saw the look of pleasure on the younger males face and could tell that it was sure enough working. On his own command, Otis thrust harder inside of his dad, grunting and holding ever harder onto the older male's legs. He bit his lip and revelled the soft slurps that came about from the humping back and forth within the tight, moist hole.

"F-feels so good... Mmm... I think- I think I'm gonna cum..." Otis said, feeling his limit quickly approaching him. Despite that, he continued to grind himself in deep, moaning harder against the pleasure that only grew stronger and stronger with each slip and press of himself.

"Go on, son. You can do it, cum inside of me," Ben encouraged, keeping his voice low and calming. Those words were enough to push Otis over his limit. Raising his head and letting off heavy huffs. From his lower region came a bout of heavy pulses. From the thick tip came thick spurts of seed that gushed deep inside of the older male. Being filled up with hot spunk, Ben grunted against the pressure and pleasure that met him. Otis grunted heavily, clenching his teeth and leaning against his dad's legs. It was the first and strongest orgasm he ever had, leaving him hunched over as his maleness grew soft and popped free from the clenching tunnel of flesh. A dollop of seed dripped from the passageway, a sign of him reaching his peak for the first time.

"How was it?" Ben asked, looking up at his panting son.

"It... It was amazing..." Otis sighed, still feeling the tingles running through his body. He leaned back on the grass and fell on his back, taking in heavy breaths. His heart was pounding in his chest and he continued to sweat but a deep comfort washed through his body, making it feel like less and less of an issue.

Now, it was Ben's turn. While his son lied on the cool blades of grass, the seasoned bovine raised up and shuffled over to his son. Otis wasn't completely surprised to see his dad between his legs, lifting them up. His afterglow gave him a deep sense of peace, it lingered and calmed him even as he left the thick, blunt tip pressing against his slightly slicked depths. The spit that still lingered deep inside of him. But in Ben's experience he knew that it would be enough to make things work. All the other guys around were much smaller but Otis was about the same size as Ben, inside and out. The older bovine was sure that his son could take him well enough, just as he was able to take the lengths of other males when he was young...

"Are you ready for this?" Ben asked. Otis looked up to him with a look of uncertainty. "Don't worry. Your old man's got you..." Making sure that he was careful, Ben gripped his son's legs and carefully pressed himself inside of the soft, tight flesh. Almost immediately, the older male melted under the pleasurable feeling. Otis huffed and gripped the grass underneath him. His rim and anus were stretched nearly to their limit but they still held firm against the incoming hard flesh. Being pressed against the walls in and more than snug fit, Ben huffed as his maleness was gripped tight in soft, hot walls of flesh.

"It's so much..." Otis groaned, arching his back a bit. "So big..."

"Y-yeah..." Ben grunted. "And you're still in one piece. That's something special alright."

"Alright... You might want to take a deep breath..." With those words alone as a warning, Ben reeled his length back, pressing his thickness and wide tip against the tight borders, wincing against the pleasure. With another grunt he dared to put some force into his buck, jamming himself inside deep. A deep bellow came from him, making his head swim with pleasure. Underneath him, the younger bovine wailed and writhed as the very end of his depths were bashed against by the thick, blunt tip.

"D-doing good so far," Ben huffed, drawing himself back. Underneath him, Otis groaned and winced from the quick relief but it only lasted a moment as the fat length quickly took up space once again. Now that Otis was properly stretched, Ben took the liberty to pound himself in deep before reeling himself back out. Soon, steady pumps were delivered to the male's son, forcing moans and clenches.

"I didn't know...mmm...that something like this could...ugh...f-feel good," Otis admitted as he was pressed deep into the grass. Waves of pleasure radiated as all the pain melted away from his body. Each thrust of his dad's appendage filled him, making the younger bovine sigh and groan from the hard bolts of bliss that raced through his being. It picked up pace, getting faster and faster. Ben grunted as he leaned against his son, thumping his hips against the other male's backside.

"G-getting close... Hehe... You're the first one to really milk me..." Ben chuckled. He paused a moment and took a deep breath. Gathering himself, Ben drove himself home, jamming himself as deep and as fast as he could. Hard, sloppy slaps and slorps could be heard as the thick maleness dived in deep and slipped back against the hot tunnel, over and over again. Otis arched his back once again and looked his dad in the eyes.

"Here it comes!" Ben warned, bellowing once again as his nestled length pulsed and thumped, spilling his seed in deep. Spreading around the length it came from, hot and sticky seed set in deep within his son and the rest gushed out from the puffy hole. With a deep sigh and a pull back of his length, the sloppy pop was heard as the wide tip was pulled from Otis' inner depths. Both males sighed as they were soon pressed against each other.

"I love you, Dad."

"Love you too, Son."