Adventures on the Farm
It was hot. Like, really hot. And I felt disgusting. I'd been working in the fields for the better part of...well, the whole day. I even skipped lunch to get more of the planting done today. It was late afternoon...maybe 6 or so. But it still felt like an oven, and it would stay that way until the sun disappeared completely, as always.
Ah, whatever. I was done. No more for now. I wiped my sweat-soaked mane out of my eyes. Mom yelled at me to come inside for dinner, and I didn't need telling twice. I ran back to the house to be greeted by the smell of beef stew and baked potatoes.
"Dang, mom, what's the occasion?" I looked down, grinning at the veritable feast set on the table.
"Your father said that you'd skipped lunch today. I figured you could use a big dinner."
"Thanks!" I smiled at her.
My father, a large, black Shire stallion, walked in from the back door. "Hey, there you are, Nicolas."
I grinned at him. He was shirtless, as always.
"Hey, dad," I said. He was sweaty too, but not near as much as I was.
"Good job out there, kid," he grinned at me.
"Thanks, but I'm still not quite done."
He chuckled. "That's fine. You can finish after dinner!"
"What?" I whined.
"Oh, don't be a baby. You're almost done, right?"
"Well yeah, but--"
"But nothing," my mom cut in. "Neither of you are ready for dinner yet. Nick, go wash your hands. Anthony, go put on a freakin' shirt and do the same."
I sighed. "Fine." I made my way for the bathroom upstairs.
I toweled off a bit of the sweat from my face, and bent down over the sink to start scrubbing my hooves. I looked at my reflection as I did so. For working all day, I didn't look too bad. My brown mane was plastered over my face, heavy from moisture. But my chocolate coat wasn't nearlly as gross as I thought it would be. And after washing them, my forearms look white again. I was actually kind of impressed with myself.
"Hurry up, kid, I gotta go too."
My dad was waiting for the bathroom, so I quickly dried off and opened the door.
"Geez, took you long enough," he smirked down at me.
"Oh shut up and get dressed," I shot back, as he had yet to put a shirt on.
"Yeah, yeah, I know you love it," he teased.
I blushed bit as I walked past him, but he hadn't noticed. The thing was, I did love it. His daily physical labors had sculpted his body to absolute perfection, and he loved showing it off. And then there I was, his gay teenage son. Drooling over him.
I walked back down to the dining room, starting to salivate from the smell of food. I still don't think he knows exactly that I think he's hot. At least, he's never let on that he knows. And I think he would if he did. My dad, he's not exactly the most subtle horse you've ever met.
"I swear, that father of yours must be allergic to shirts," my mom said as I sat down.
"Well, can you blame him?" I laughed. "If I was built like him, I'd go around shirtless too."
She grinned at me. "Not with how much money I spend on clothes for you, you won't. That Kenneth Cole crap isn't cheap."
I stuck my tongue out at her. So I like a few designer shirts, big deal. "No offense, mom, but those aren't exactly farm-friendly."
She spooned a large helping of beef stew onto my plate. I don't give a flying fuck what anybody else says about their mother's cooking. My mom has to be the best cook in the state. At home, at least. And as much as people can complain about beef stew being too runny or lumpy or whatever, my mother's will always make my mouth water.
Just as I was about to dive in, my mother stopped me. "Wait for your dad, Nick."
I huffed, practically starving. Of course, maybe two seconds later he walked in, this time with a shirt. As soon as he sat down I started eating. Our meals were always pretty much the same. There was never really any talking because my dad and I were always trying so hard to cram more food into our mouths. The effort spent talking is wasted effort that could be spent tasting more of my moms cooking. I think she enjoyed the fact that we loved her food so much, and she just sat there, daintily eating her helpings while my dad and I stuffed our faces.
"Dessert?" I asked, as I emptied the remains of the stewing pot onto my plate.
She shook her head. "Not until work is finished. After that, I've got a peach-blueberry pie that's cooling off." My dad's favorite.
"Great!" he said, getting up. "So Nicolas, you hurry up and finish the planting so you can get a break tomorrow. I've got to go tend to the livestock one last time before nightfall."
As he walked off, my mom called after him. "Just leave your shirt on the bed before you leave so you don't get it all gross."
He waved his acknowledgement and left. I finished my plate.
"So...did it meet your standards?" my mom grinned at me, taking my empty plate from the table.
"I ate way too much. Again," I said sheepishly.
"Just don't throw up on the plants. It'd be a waste of plants and my nice cooking."
I groaned, getting up. "I'll probably only be another hour or so, so I'll see you in a bit."
She waved for me to finish my chores, and I left. I walked back out to the fields. Like a moron, I had started my planting from the side closest to the barn instead of the farthest, so now I'd have to walk a lot more. When I got to where I'd left off, I just started up again. I won't bore you with the tedium that was field planting, so suffice it to say that after about an hour of work, I was done completely. And I was all sweaty again. I desperately needed a shower.
As I started walking back to the house, I decided that I would stop by the barn and get dad, since he was waiting on me to finish so we could have dessert. He was probably giving the livestock one last meal for the night or something. They seemed to always be eating.
I walked behing the barn to the little back door so that I would have to open the huge barn doors in the front. The door swung open silently, thanks to the new hinges I had installed a few days ago. It took my eyes a few moments to adjust to the semi-darkness of the barn. There were a few lightbulbs burning brightly, but it wasn't enough to illuminate the interior.
I was about to call for dad to finish up when I heard his voice. He was whispering something, but I couldn't make out the words. Probably talking to one of the animals. He did that a lot, treating them as though they could understand him. But it was clear that he hadn't noticed me enter the barn.
I was going to find and sneak up on him, just for the fun of it. Another whisper told me that he was in the stall of Lucifer, our one stallion, a Clydesdale. So much for scaring him. The last thing I needed was a kick to the chest from spooking Lucifer. I was just going to go in and get dad until I actually made out a sentence.
"...you're my big boy, aren't ya? Yeah, you're my big horny boy, huh?"
What? Horny? I'm sure I had misheard him. I mean...what? Horny? Needless to say, I wasn't going to interrupt him. Especially not if he was actually...umm...well, you know... I mean, of course I always knew it was a possibility, especially on a farm...but, come on. My dad? No way. I ducked into the empty stall adjacent to Lucifer's as quietly as I could. There was a small knothole in one of the wooden planks in the stall wall the allowed for a great view into Lucifer's. I looked into it, my heart stopping.
My father, my big, masculine father, was completely naked, rubbing his enormous cock onto Lucifer's flank. I stared at my dad's dick. It had to be at least a foot long. And it looked too thick for him to encircle in his hand. But his hands weren't on his dick. They were touching all over Lucifer's back and ass.
"You're such a fucking hot stud, baby. God, I love you so much," he cooed softly to the stallion.
I hadn't noticed my dick engorge itself, so enthralled was I with the scene before me. But I dared not move to relieve my aching cock, for fear that dad might notice. At this point, though, he might not have noticed if I slammed the huge barn doors open.
"Alright, stud, you know what's next," dad said, dropping underneath Lucifer's belly, his cock bobbing as he moved. "Gimme that fat dick of yours."
I was entranced. My dad got on his knees beneath Lucifer and grabbed his sheath with his hands. A few strokes encouraged the most enormous cock I'd ever seen drop down for attention. It was huge, and black, with a large pink splotch that partially covered the top of it. Dad wasted no time, stuffing his muzzle full with as much horsecock as he could, his own raging erection standing out proudly from his groin.
"Oh, fuck," I silently mouthed to myself. This was the absolute hottest thing I had ever witnessed.
My dad was more enthusiastic than any porn actor I'd ever seen, swallowing the huge dick in his mouth as though his life depended on it. He made a lot of hot little moaning noises, his tongue slurping all over the length of the shaft. Saliva dripped from his mouth as he worked, his paws wrapped around the length that he couldn't take orally. Wet noises filled the air as he worshipped the fat cock in his muzzle.
When Lucifer pawed at the ground, dad pulled off suddenly, the dick popping from his mouth audibly. "Oh, fuck, baby, you taste so good."
The huge slab of horse meat was glistening with dad's saliva, and it flexed needily in the air. Dad stood up, his dick still hard as a rock, and very slowly walked behind Lucifer. "Now it's my turn for some fun, sweetie."
He brushed his hand over our horse's anus, who seemed to realize what was coming. He lifted his tail out of the way for dad, who enthusiastically sank his muzzle into the stallion's ass. I almost came just then, watching as my father eagerly ate out our stallion. The noises that he made were the best part. He moaned passionately into Lucifer's asshole, driving what I imagine to be a very skilled tongue deep into his passage. His ministrations sounded incredibly wet, and it looked as though he were trying to bury himself under our horse's tail.
My dick throbbed painfully in my jeans. Enough was enough. I had to get in on this. I didn't care how much trouble I would be in, I was so horny. And it just wasn't fair that dad got all the fun to himself. I stood up and leaned on the stall wall, staring at him. "So, dad. You do this often?"
He gasped, pulling his face out from between Lucifer's asscheeks and whiping around to see me. "N-Nicolas?!"
I smirked, gesturing to his erection. "Looks like you're enjoying yourself."
He just stared at me, caught in the act, at a loss for words. "I...I was...uh...just...uh..."
I stepped into Lucifer's stall with him, unzipping my jeans. "Yeah, you were just eating out our stallion's asshole."
"Nick, please, don't tell you mother about--"
"Oh, shut up, Dad," I said, grinning. "And get your face back in that ass."
His eyes widened as I stripped off my jeans and underwear. When I took off my shirt as well, he started smiling at me. "Alright, son."
He tentatively brought his muzzle back to Lucifer's ass, licking it softly as I stared at him. I brushed my hand across his ass, and he tensed up, pulling away for a moment.
"Don't mind me," I said. "Just pay attention to the stud you're servicing."
He looked at me for a long moment, breathing heavily, before turning back to Lucifer again. I leaned in close to get a good view of my dad's work. He saw me get close and pulled back enough to give a good view of his tongue running all over Lucifer's anus. He ran his hands all over the stallion's big ass, closing his eyes again as he worked.
I pulled his head from our horse and shifted, planting my mouth on his in a deep kiss. He seemed to suddenly find his enthusiasm again, because he grabbed my waist and pulled my nude form to his, shovng his tongue down my throat. I felt inexplicably horny with my dad briefly dominating me with his mouth, and I moaned softly into the kiss. I sucked on his long, thick tongue, tasting Lucifer on it.
When he finally pulled away, I was panting. "God, Dad..."
"You like that?" he asked.
"Fuck, Dad... You're so fucking hot..." I reached down and wrapped my hands around his fat cock, making him shudder. "You gonna fuck our stud?"
He nodded. "I fuck that stallion almost 4 times a week."
"Jesus, and you kept it from me for how long?"
He grinned. "Since the day he turned 5."
"3 whole years? Damn, you greedy dog!" I playfully scolded him. I got down onto my knees. "Well, then. If you're gonna breed our horny stud here, I think you might need a bit more preparation. So get back to that ass."
Dad didn't move just yet, probably guessing what I was about to do. Instead, held his dick and began rubbing it against my face, teasing me with it. "You want this?"
I nodded quickly. "God, Daddy, I want it so bad." I opened my mouth wide.
Dad grinned, and pushed a large portion of his dick into my mouth before immediately turning back to our needy stallion. I couldn't pay too much attention to what he was doing because I was too focused on the cock I was servicing. I swallowed half of it down, slurping all over the length, trying to get it as wet and slick as possible. Dad moaned loudly into Lucifer's ass as I took full advantage of my long muzzle, engulfing as much of his throbbing cock as possible. He bucked lightly into my mouth, and I began fondling his balls, staring up at him. Saliva was running down Lucifer's backside as a result of my father's ministrations, and I decided to move our little escapade forward.
I pulled off of my dad and stared at him. "Kiss me again."
He pulled off of Lucifer and kissed me passionately, his lips incredibly wet from his own drool. When he pulled away, he turned around and picked up a very large empty bucket, placing it behind our stallion and climbing atop of it. I got closer for a better view and held my breath as my dad brushed the head of his engorged cock against Lucifer's asshole.
"You ready, baby?" he cooed. "I'm gonna fuck you again. I'm gonna give you my cum."
With that, he started pushing forward, not stopping once as the entire length of his cock slid effortlessly into Lucifer.
"Oh, fucking hell, he's got such a great ass," he groaned. "Jesus Christ, this feels so good."
"God damn, you really do fuck him all the time, don't you?" I said, salivating as he started thrusting.
"I sure do," he started panting. His thrusts were short and quick, as though it was hard to pull too much of his dick out.
"God, this is so fucking hot..." I whispered. I started jerking myself off when dad spoke again.
"Nick, you...ugghh...ever taken a cock in your ass?"
I blushed. "Uh, sort of. Only toys," I said sheepishly.
He took a deep breath. "How big?"
"Umm..." I stared at his crotch as his dick slid in and out of the stallion's ass, again and again. "Just a little bit smaller than yours."
He nodded. "Okay. I'm about to cum in our baby, and then he's going to fuck you, got it?"
My heart's pace doubled, and I nodded eagerly.
Dad didn't say anything else. He just quickened his already mad thrusting, pounding into Lucifer so hard I was afraid he was hurting him. For his part, Lucifer seemed to be incredibly content to stand there and let my father savagely ravage his ass. Short, quick "oh fucks" and "aw shits" were heard on top of the loud slapping of my dad's hips against the horse's ass cheeks. His whole body rocked back and forth, his eyes screwed shut and his arms wrapped tightly around Lucifer's flank.
"...Gonna cum!" he grunted loudly. "Gaaahhhhh!"
He slammed back into Lucifer, hard, completely hilting himself as he came. I was in awe. After about 2 seconds, Dad pulled out and spurted a few more ropes of cum, coating Lucifer's asshole. Once his orgasm had ridden itself out, he stepped down and leaned against the stall door, panting hard.
"Fucking shit..." he whispered. "That was fucking great..."
He turned to me. "Clean him up."
"What?"
He grinned, still panting. "Use that tongue of yours to clean Lucifer. Eat my cum from his ass."
I didn't need any more encouragement. I quickly moved the large bucket and shoved my nose under the stallion's tail. I worked my tongue furiously, lapping up and much cum as I could. It tasted great, my father's essence. As soon as his butt was clean, I drove my tongue into his abused asshole, tasting traces of my dad's cum as I ate him out.
"That's a good little cumslut," dad whispered, moving very close to me. "He likes that, dontcha, boy? Make him feel real good."
When my tongue became to tired to be useful, I pulled away, leaving his ass looking cum-free, albeit very, very wet.
"Very nice. Now get on your knees and suck his cock."
I couldn't believe it. Throughout this entire ordeal, Lucifer was still hard as a rock. I dove down, wasting no time in shoving his fat length into my maw. I leaned on one elbow as I sucked, my ass high in the air. Dad took my bait and bent down, using his hands to spread my ass cheeks apart.
"You never told me you had such a sweet ass, son," he chuckled.
I only moaned around the gigantic horsecock in my mouth, wiggling my ass a bit for him. Dad leaned down and started eating me out as well. I moaned even louder as I felt his dextrous tongue wriggle inside me. If this was anything like what Lucifer's felt for the past 3 years, then I was insanely jealous. I sucked as hard as I could on his meat, and he started trying to buck into my throat. This was my cue to pull off, as dad had. As soon as the dick was free of my muzzle, I moaned loudly like a little bitch.
"Oh, FUCK, Dad! That feels so good!"
He only moaned in response, his eyes closed, his paws on my ass cheeks. He looked to really be enjoying himself. I tried to push back on him, and his ministrations got even more intense.
"Dad...Dad you've got to stop, or I'm gonna cum..."
He immediately sat up, pulling his long tongue out of me. "Well, can't have that, can we?"
He stood up, helping me up as well. He took my hooves in his. "You know what's next."
I nodded, nervous. Very nervous.
"Get against the table and brace yourself. He's really heavy."
I walked out of the stall and to the large, wooden table in the middle of the barn and leaned against it, looking back at dad. "You ever done this?"
He nodded. "I love a good horsecock up my ass."
"Will it hurt?"
He looked at me pointedly. "A full-grown horse is about to fuck you. Yes. It's going to hurt."
I took a deep breath. He must have seen how nervous I was. "Don't worry. I'm here," he said as he started encouraging Lucifer.
Lucifer seemed ready immediately, as he got up on his hind legs, draping his front hooves over my chest. I wasn't prepared for his weight, and moved my legs away from him. Lucifer, sensing that he couldn't reach my ass anymore, got off and pawed at the ground impatiently.
"Relax," dad said. "Take all of his weight onto your torse, and against the table. Let the table hold him up. And make sure you keep your legs and ass relaxed."
I nodded. "Okay. Again."
Dad helped Lucifer back up onto me, and he put a hand on my thigh to remind me to relax. I did, and immediately felt Lucifer's fat cock poking at my asshole. I braced myself for the worst as he shoved half of it into my ass at once. It was indescribable, the dick in my ass. It was enormous, and it never held still for more than a moment. The thrusting was rapid and desperate, and I felt my eyes tear up and the roughness.
"Yeah, that's it," Dad said. "Oh, that's great, you're doing great, Nick."
Dad kept Lucifer from thrusting his entire length inside of me, but the foot of cock that already was in me stretched me to my limit. He was absolutely pulverizing my prostate with his thrusting, and I could barely feel the pleasure of orgasm take me at the crotch. This feeling was diminished, however, as Lucifer started cumming. It felt like magma was being poured into my bowels as wave after wave of scalding horse cum was pumped from his dick. I was completely intoxicated by the overload my senses were taking, assaulted by horsecock, horse cum, and the weight of Lucifer on top of me. I yelped loudly as he abruptly pulled out, and I could feel his cum literally gushing from my widened ass. The entire experience lasted for maybe 20 seconds.
"Hold it right there, honey," I heard dad say. As if I had the strength to move anyway. "Oh, baby, that is just beautiful." He must have been looking at my used backside.
I closed my eyes as I felt his lips on my ass again, sucking up Lucifer's cum like a horny vacuum. He pulled off after a moment, and I shakily got to my feet. My cum was all over the table, smeared by my belly and chest.
Dad sat me back on the table. "How was it?"
"Fuck, Dad..." I panted. "That was insane. It felt...it felt incredible."
He nodded. "Yeah, our stud's got quite a cock on him, huh?"
I nodded subtely, too tired to do much else.
Dad pressed his lips to mine in one final kiss. "Never would have coined you for gay, animal-lover."
I laughed. "Same to you."
He chuckled, rubbing his spent cock against mine. "We should do this more often," he said.
I nodded again, closing my eyes. "I agree."
I chuckled as Lucifer walked up and sniffed at my face, tickling me with his nose. "You are one hot stud, baby," I said to him.
Dad held his neck and started leading him back into his stall. "Nicolas?"
"Yeah, Dad?"
"Seriously. Don't tell your mother."