Stallion's First Time with His Father

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Lust in the Family

"Unff... Dad... Dad, that's..."

Joe's heart surged, the bright bay stallion's cock so hard that it was honestly a wonder, to him, that every drop of blood in his body was not already down between his thighs, helping his dick swell, the fat tip and medial ring showing through clearly. He had not even known that it was possible to be that horny. Not before he'd started eyeing up his father in their little home gym out in the garage, the black stallion all hot and sweaty and...wow.

It had been hot, too hot for him to handle, side-eyeing his father until even the bigger stallion did not fail to notice the attention. At first, Mack had thought that his son was admiring his form, learning from him while he sank into a deep squat, but it had been far, far from that, in the end. It had not happened quickly, but it had not happened slowly either, falling somewhere in the middle as Mack stripped down for his son, working out topless.

It was hard for any male to hide a hard-on most of the time and much more so for a stallion who was packing plenty between their thighs and a nice, thick sheath too to hold it all in, tucked away. Joe had not been able to resist curiously watching, eyeing his father through the crack in the bathroom door while he showered, a sultry shadow amongst the steam of the shower. Slowly, bit by bit, they had inched closer to each other, as if they had not been able to believe that the other was receptive to their advances.

Father and son... It was not meant to happen. But now that his father had caught him nude in his bedroom, moaning out his name, his hand on his cock, stroking and teasing the fat length, Joe could not say that he could keep everything a secret for much longer. Neither did he want to.

But where did that leave them?

His father smirked, thumbing it off his face with a brush of his hand. He only had a towel around his waist, a light muscle-gut that betrayed his age, though the front of his towel rose with the heat and power of his throbbing erection. A horse cock was never meant to be easy to hide... It was not as if either of them was cheating on anyone either, both single. Mack did not need to do much to talk himself into it, a chuckle of a nicker on his lips, about his nostrils.

"Hm... You were saying something, son? Maybe how much you want my cock?"

It felt right to say, heat trembling through the stallion. Mack shivered. Fuck, it had been too long...

"Dad... You're so..." He blushed hard, rubbing the back of his neck, down on his knees, for it felt like his rightful place to be while his father was standing over him in such a way. "You're so hot... Damn..."

His father smirked. Oh, the two of them knew it was wrong, but, well, where was the harm in that? Sometimes there was no sense in being right when it felt so damn good to be wrong, to do the "bad thing", even if that was only to fuck his adult son, his son fucking him... Hm. They'd work out the logistics of it. But all the divorced bachelor saw was a young stud with fluttering, needy nostrils down on his knees, wanting the same thing that he had to offer.

The bay stallion and the black stallion... They fit together perfectly as Joe looked up at his father, eyes wide and plaintive. It was not that he had never had sex before, but his lust was too high for anything else, coursing through, beat after beat of his heart coursing through his body, sending him shivering.

Oh, how he needed it, that fat length of horse cock slipping free of the towel as his father cast it aside. It was all as Joe had dreamed, though he wanted the moment more than ever. His father closed his hand around his cock, giving it a few lazy pumps, allowing it to swell to full hardness and thickness, the flare as deliciously full as ever. He'd never thought that he would be right there before it, set to adore it, though...sometimes a horse like him just had to take the opportunities that were presented to him.

They were both sober, they both wanted it. Sure, they would have to talk about it later, but it was easier in the moment to take his father's flare into his mouth, suckling it lightly with his soft, flexible lips. There was so much he could do with those lips and Joe had enjoyed that time with others too, moaning and whimpering, though he was not typically submissive. He liked all kinds of pleasure, shifting from one role and side to the other, taking all that he was offered and learning along the way. He was still a young stallion, after all, twenty-two and experimenting.

But his father's cock felt good, so very good, slipping deeper into his mouth, pressing over his tongue as the flesh of his tongue cradled it lightly. There was a weight to it too that could not be seen as anything other than intrinsically dominant, Joe groaning around it.

"Mmm... That feels so good, son..."

The bay stallion shivered. Oh, he liked hearing that, all very much, the strange quivers of need with him new and unheard of, though he wanted to know more, to do more. Suckling down all his father's meat that he could, he played his lips over his length softly, grateful that he had a longer muzzle. It at least made it a little easier to suck dick, though his father was even larger than he was, the medial ring thickly defined as if it was specifically trying to stand out. The fatness of it throbbed in his mouth and Joe marvelled, however briefly, at the steady stream of pre-cum practically leaking from the tip. He'd never been with a guy that did that and his own dick most certainly didn't do that.

All for the experience, though quivering before his father sent prickles of heat through his body, tendrils crawling through every last fibre of his being. Joe grunted, his father's hand resting heavily on top of his head, twisting into his mane, lightly dominant, testing the waters.

He had to try, had to do, though his heart pounded feverishly as he put his hand on top of his father's, showing him just how he wanted him to tighten his fingers, to drag his head back and forth. Mack nickered throatily, nostrils quivering, eyes dancing, though Joe was not privy to any of that, staring deliriously down the length remaining of his father's prick to his crotch.

"Oh, so you like it a little rougher, do you, boy?"

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Oh, god, yes...

Joe moaned, yet Mack was in charge and his father snorted heavily, nostrils fluttering and tail anxiously lashing the air in a subtle release of tension. He didn't need much encouragement to take the lead and to take control, though there was still a tiny, insignificant voice in the back of his mind that screamed something about him being his son... It wasn't loud enough to stop him, not as he grunted shortly, thrusting and grinding, using the power of his body against his son.

Joe clawed at him, moaning around his meat, though the stallion's eyes fell half-closed, as if he was so lost in the moment that he could not possibly see anything else other than the lust he was wrapped up in, need coursing through him with every beat of his heart. Or maybe that was his father imparting things that were not true onto his son - the only way to tell would be through talking after the deed was done. For there was no going back for either of them as Mack grunted and thrust, sawing in and out of the wet heat of his son's mouth with wild abandon.

He lost a little of himself, grunting and stomping, his tail flicking, though he had to keep going, he simply had to. The option to stomp was not in Mack's mind as he bore in, his tongue lapping sensually up against the underside of his cock, tenderly bathing the sensitive head around the glands when he pulled back. But Mack did not even want to pull back, not when it felt so fucking good to be buried in his son's mouth, those soft lips closed around him, sucking as if his was the last cock on earth. Who was to say - in his son's mind, that could well enough have been true. He didn't know what Joe was into.

But he wanted to.

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