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Roland woke early, as he usually did, into pitch blackness. It was a couple of hours to sunrise, and on a moonless night like this, even the birds that lived in the great chestnut outside the bedroom window were still silent. The stud horse lay quietly, eyes half-lidded, letting his mind slowly unfog from sleep. He'd been having such a nice dream...

His eyes flew wide open, and he took a sharp breath. Oh...oh. Hesitantly, as if afraid that there would be nothing there, he slid a hand slowly across the bedspread, under the covers, and gave a soft sigh when he touched an arm. He simply lay still for a few seconds, hardly believing that this could be true, that last night had been real. The stables...Thor...Eric's smooth, handsome body...

His fingers gently scratched his son's arm, feeling the rough hair, and slid up to softly grip the bicep. It was deliciously firm. He gave it a silent squeeze. He was very proud of how handsome Eric had become, but more so -- much more -- aroused by it. Roland gently rolled over onto his side, almost spooning his son, and laid a thick arm over him.

"Eric...you awake, son?" he asked, softly. No response. The kid probably was exhausted, to be fair; after their fun with Thor, they'd had dinner -- in the nude, at his suggestion -- and had actually managed to last until dessert before Eric had slid down under the table and begun sucking his father's cock. That had led to them on the couch, then the floor, and finally to the bed upstairs. Moans and screams of pleasure had filled the night for hours, as they explored one another's bodies, and eventually passed out in happy exhaustion.

Roland hugged him gently, unwilling to wake him, and simply stroked his palm softly over his son's chest. He smiled at the feeling of a tuft of chest hair between his pecs...most anthro horses kept that shaved, but his son preferred au naturale. Even his dick had a rough nest of hair around it, and once his father had discovered how much of his son's amazing scent it trapped, he had spent half an hour absorbing it. At that thought, he slid his head forward a little, into Eric's mane, and breathed in deeply. His son smelled overwhelmingly of cum; his own, and his father's. At least a litre must have ended up all over him by the end, and he'd simply gone to sleep in it. It was an amazing scent, but it was inferior to the musky ambrosia he'd gorged on the night before.

Roland drifted back into memories of that so-recent time, and slowly slid his hand down his son's muscled form until he bumped into a warm, semi-tumescent penis. Eric's cock was dropped and definitely not flaccid; he must be having nice dreams. Roland hoped it was about what they'd done together. Stroking the sleeping monster slowly, he had a sudden thought, and his own cock gave a jerk. Eric was deeply asleep, but since his dick seemed to be a little awake...

Carefully sliding away from his son's back, Roland slipped out of bed. The bedroom floor was carpeted with the same shag as downstairs, and he was able to move around to the other side of the bed without his hooves making a sound. He carefully knelt down alongside the bed, and slid both hands under the blanket, feeling Eric's beautiful cock again. Shaking a little with eagerness, breathing through his mouth to make sure he didn't snort in excitement and wake his son, he carefully tugged the long meat out to hang off the side of the bed. The darkness supercharged his imagination. He could almost see it in front of him as he had the night before: long, pink, and rock-hard, smeared with cum from his orgasm in the stables. His hands traced the same veins he'd felt mere hours earlier, and he quickly lifted a couple fingers to his nose when they found a sticky patch in the nooks of his son's voluminous sheath. A lust-filled moan escaped his mouth, and he froze quickly; he was sure Eric wouldn't mind what he was doing, but he was enjoying it so much more with him asleep, for some reason.

Thankfully, his son slept on.

Roland could not resist any longer. He opened his mouth a little wider, and laid the tip of his son's lovely cock on his tongue; with a fluid sweep forward, he swallowed fully half the cock at once. His lips slid effortlessly down the only partially-swollen flesh, bumping into and over the medial, as his tongue lapped all along it. Eric's cock was of average equine length, but thick as a rolling pin; even only half-hard, Roland's tongue was not given much space to adore it. Roland couldn't wait to feel it in his ass someday, but his throat would have to suffice for now. As his tongue continued to gently massage the flesh lying over it, he slowly pushed his face forward, until his nose reached the dark pubic hair at the root of it. It was wiry and thick, and it tickled his nostrils. Roland sucked in all the musk his lungs could hold, and wished for more. Eric smelled of pure horse, of warmth and hay and animal. It was perfect, and Roland could almost not contain his joy as he lay there with the side of his head resting against the bed, his son's gorgeous penis filling his mouth and throat, and his unimaginable scent surrounding him. He suckled, and sniffed, and hoped that it would never end.

Eric might have been asleep, but his body was not. The pink length had swollen further, thanks to Roland's ministrations, and he felt it begin to dip deeper into his throat as it lengthened. Before much longer, it was at full mast, and the flare was deep inside Roland's warm throat. He raised a hand to feel it bulging in his throat, and squirted a shot of pre across the floor at the feeling. He hadn't even needed to even touch his own dick through any of this: the combination of the darkness heightening all the other sensations, and the pseudo-illicit feeling of sucking off his son as he slept, had him on the verge of an orgasm constantly. He took another deep pull of scent from his son's crotch, and gave a muffled groan. Fuck, it smelled so amazing. He would absolutely have to sample this on a daily basis.

He brought a hand up to cup his son's testicles where they lay, like two ripe fruit under the bough. Rolling them softly between his fingers only made him more aware of what they held -- and how much he wanted it. Now. He needed it now. Releasing the balls, he pulled back, letting the stiffened cock slip partially out of his mouth with wet, sucking noises. He no longer cared if Eric awoke; the almost painful lust of the moment was beyond his desire to control anymore. Both his hands gripped the shaft, and he left only the flare in his mouth as he pumped it uncaringly, hands slipping up and down, gripping and squeezing, his only goal now to coax out a load of Eric's delicious horse spunk.

The flare grew, and Roland growled in anticipation. Almost there...then, the cock shifted, and he heard a soft voice.

"Wha...oh...fuuuuck..."

His rough attentions had finally woken his son. Unheeding, he strove on, giving the flare every trick he'd ever learned by practising on feral stallions. Eric said nothing else, but heavy breathing made it clear he was still awake, and enjoying what was being done to him. The thought had Roland groaning yet again. Then, another, huskier voice spoke:

"Suck my dick, daddy. Suck the thick horse dick you gave me. Oh fuck, daddy, your mouth is so fucking hot. I'm gonna fill it with my cum, and you better swallow it all."

Roland's mind was seared by the words, and he redoubled his efforts, only caring now to please his sexy jock son, who had offered him just what he craved most right now. Tongue swirled and licked, expertly teasing into the urethra and around the crown. His hands were a blur, and in the darkness, he heard the sound he now knew so well: the loud, rising tone of his son's ejaculation. He locked his lips tightly around the flare, feeling it grow and grow further, and then a squirt of something hot and delicious was draining down his throat, as his son called out softly and wordlessly. He sealed his gullet, wishing to keep it all in his mouth, taste every drop. Eric gave a halting series of breaths, each followed by another squirt of cum, and Roland took them all. He luxuriated in the feel of the hot, runny horse cum swirling about in his mouth, loving the strong and bitter taste. His son's issue tasted so unlike the ferals, so much nuttier; it was heaven.

His son's orgasm didn't last very long; he was clearly still recovering from the countless orgasms of the previous night. His hard-working cock quickly began to retreat once it's job was done, and Roland let it escape his mouth, without leaking any semen.

"Where are you, daddy?" came the soft query from Eric, his voice languid. Roland got up, and switched on the light at the wall, blinking in the brightness. His son lay on his back, also blinking at the unexpected illumination, his cock now just a tip of a deflated flare against his inner thigh. Roland walked back around to his side of the bed, leaning over to look his son straight in the eyes; a slow smile grew on Eric's pretty face. Roland smiled back, then took a big and deliberate swallow. The heady mouthful of his son's cum slid down his throat, and when it was gone, he let out a long sigh, licking his lips. Eric's smile instantly became a grin.

"World's greatest dad," he said, and pulled Roland back down into bed with him.