The Stallion and His Son

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Submitting to His Sexy Stud Son

This story contains erotic interactions between adult anthro horses/stallions that are related (brother/brother). The sexual intercourse is consensual.

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Kristian did not quite know how it had happened, the strawberry roan stallion huffing softly, rolling over in bed. The morning dawned early during the summer months, the days long and heady, but he could not pause there, not as the sheets clung to his softening cock, the dampness making it slick and wet. It was not how Kristian's mornings usually went, though the change, he had to say, was a recent development.

"God damn it..."

He grunted, pushing the sheets back, his hide damp, smelling slightly musky even though he had showered before bed. He'd have to change the sheets again. Why was he doing so much washing lately? Or just why was he making such a mess of the bed overnight, even his tail sticky with that tell-tale slickness soaking into it, though it was something that a much younger stud than him should have created during the course of a wet dream.

He tried not to think about it, cleaning off the best he could before checking that the hallway was clear. It was a shame that the en-suite bathroom no longer worked to the master bedroom, but he hadn't seen much need to fix it - that was until his son moved back in. It made things a little more difficult when he wanted to be discreet, and that was becoming more and more of an issue for Kristian than it ever had been before.

"Seriously... Every night..."

Things had changed, his son's scent clinging to every part of the house like a cologne that lingered long after the wearer moved on. A strong stud in his early twenties, Ty's hide was black with two white socks above his hooves, the lighter-coloured hoof breaking up the darkness of his colouration. He didn't trim his mane shorter either, like his father did, letting it run wild and flowing, rippling down his neck while his tail came down past his fetlocks. If he'd had a partner, Kristian was sure that they would have teased him about it, or perhaps even helped him trim it, yet there was a part of his heart that turned over to see his forelock draping so sensually.

A cold shower would not cut it for the strawberry roan, his coat splotched with red and brown shades that mixed with white hairs to create the roan effect, his head darker, richer, almost seeming separate from the rest of his body. Even coming up to his fifties, he didn't have much of a gut, only a light layer of fat covering his abs, the rest of his body moderately lean. He didn't work out much, a runner sometimes but not all that often, enjoying a couple of drinks from time to time. Like with so many things, he'd never seen much point in working to catch someone's eye, as lonely as taking care of his own needs got from time to time.

He yawned, the spattering flow of water from the showerhead dripping into his mouth, licking his lips, eyelids heavy. Kristian snorted, his cock throbbing up again, though it could not have been all that long ago that he had gotten off in bed, his aching length wanting more, straining and pumping up full of blood.

It was such a contrast, that pull between horniness and sleepiness, though there was no telling, for a horse, which feeling would win out in the end. Kristian shook his head, ears wiggling back and forth, water plastering his mane down to his neck, though it was still not cool enough to ease the heat from his body.

With his adult son back in the spare room, though not what had been his bedroom years ago, he had not gotten a good night's sleep since. His shaft throbbed up hard and aching, even in the dead of the night, and he couldn't understand why his mind wandered so, why he woke up covered in his own cum as if he was a young stallion in his prime all over again.

But he couldn't be attracted to his son, he told himself, cheeks burning with embarrassment, washing off quickly, ignoring even his throbbing cock. He couldn't, it wasn't right, even though the pull to his lad was impossible to ignore. There was just something about the arch of Ty's neck, how his glutes filled out even his baggy jeans perfectly, as if the stallion was trying to put himself on show even to his own father.

That, however, was Kristian's imagination at work. His son couldn't be trying to show off to him - he was just trying to get back on his hooves after losing his job. He was there through necessity, though Kristian had to admit that it was nice to have some company again. Isolation and being on his own, working from home, had, in the end, taken its toll on him.

"Hey dad - you gonna be long in there?"

Kristian froze, tail clamped, water dripping down his chest.

"Er - almost done!"

Damn it - what was he going to do about his hard-on? He'd told Kristian that he was going to be right out? Yet even his son being there, so very close, had his heart pounding, lust rising, cursing under his breath and hoping against hope that the sound of the shower covered up any sounds he made.

His cock refused to soften all that much, however, still protruding out wantonly, proudly, like it was him putting his body on show. He grunted thickly in the back of his throat, resisting the urge to grasp his dick, stroking the length, easing his fingers over the medial ring and up to the thickening tip where...

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No!

No! That kind of thinking wouldn't help him get his dick soft again by any means! He had to think of unsexy things, baseball, weight lifting, boxing, sitcoms... But his mind was prone to drift, seeing, instead, his son lifting a barbell, grunting, naked, his back flat as he squatted, showing off those big, hanging, stallion nuts...

Kristian huffed and puffed, his cock in paw, unable to help himself. His son was close, so close, wanting to use the bathroom, and he didn't stop himself. The shower cubicle door was still open, water dripping, steam rising around his ears, though he tried not to think about what was happening, languishing in the moment. It was all he could do to keep his groans down, doing his best, snorting and stamping, kicking up the soft mat from the floor.

"Just...a...little...more..."

He couldn't stop thinking of Ty, how the young stallion was muscled, his coat shining with good health, snorting and heaving. He'd been playing sports in recent years, leaping from one interest to the next, but there had still been something about remembering him sprinting topless across the football pitch as an adult that got his lust pumping. Thus, it was that image that he kept in his mind as he jerked off, paw working furiously over his cock - too rough, though time, quite surely, was of the essence.

He was fortunate that he managed to direct the rising flow of cum into the bottom of the shower, letting it sweep down the drain, trickle by trickle, even as his hips worked and pumped as if he really was driving his cock into his son's backside. Kristian could only imagine how it would feel, again, to have his cock sealed away inside a tight backside, clenching down on him, tail raised and flicked up against his stomach, paw working faster and faster. It had to be swift, all to coax every drop of cum from his cock before his son grew suspicious, huffing and grunting, gasping for breath.

The stallion's nostrils flared, sucking in needy gulps of air, though none of it was enough to ease the tightness in his lungs, cock slowly softening, cum drooling forth, the aftermath leaving a deeply needy ache inside him. He couldn't help himself, prey to feelings that he had not had for so many years - and never before for his son!

As Ty once again hammered on the door, hollering that he was going to be late for a training course he had set up, Kristian braced his forehead against the cool tiles of the wall around the shower, eyes half-closed.

Something had to change.

But the stallion just didn't know what.

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Days passed, but Kristian kept his distance, feigning business, hiding away in the office where he sank his teeth into his graphic design work. It helped to lose himself in it, unsexy stuff that took his mind somewhere else away from reality, the reality where his son had him jerking off in the privacy of his bedroom each and every night. It didn't help with the wet dreams, but it did help some with the messiness of them, though his bedroom felt more like one that would belong to a stallion in his late teens, not a mature adult such as him.

That was why he tried not to think about it too much. It had to be an urge, a need that would pass in time. If he found someone, perhaps went out to the pub to see if there were any nice, mature stallions or mares around to have fun with, things would be easier, he was sure of it. Kristian came up with idea after idea of things that could, quite possibly, ease his situation, though the funny thing was that he didn't act on any of it at all.

He didn't do anything at all to make his situation any better at all.

"Is everything alright, dad?"

His son glanced up from his phone, sitting at the round kitchen table, though it had not been used all that much before he had moved back in. Though they had said that it was a temporary arrangement, the evidence of the young black stallion living there was everywhere - right down to the dirty coffee cups in the sink. Kristian drank tea.

The stallion shifted his weight, tail flicking. Sometimes, it was harder than he liked to stop his body from giving away what was on his mind. It was a curse that went across many furry species that communicated via body language. And his son noticed everything.

"Yeah, all good, just a big project on. You got anything on today?"

Ty shrugged, setting his phone down. Even in the unflattering light of the kitchen, late in the afternoon, he was jaw-droppingly gorgeous.

"I had an interview but looks like they've filled the spot already. Shame, wouldn't have minded seeing how that place was."

"I can help you with finding listings, if you like, though I expect my CV and cover letter skills leave something to be desired now." Kristian chuckled. "It's not about going out and knocking on business doors anymore, is it? I heard Sam telling his son to do that the other day, he's not in all that different a situation. But things aren't like it was for us."

"Nah, you're right, I'm glad you're not telling me to do the stuff that worked years ago. Everything's online and, you know, I'd rather do things with my paws, be on my hooves. No offence to you, but staring at a screen all day to do applications and later to work too just isn't my thing."

"Well, you can stay here for as long as you like, not like you take up much space."

Kristian swallowed. Why had he said that? Surely it would be so much better for him to get his son out and on his way as soon as possible? Yet the warm smile that graced his son's muzzle turned his stomach into tight knots, drawing taut and unravelling over and over again, letting him know that, regardless of anything else, he had made the right decision.

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