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David Vicente thought, as he idled down the familiar driveway to a handsome ranch home, that his relationship with Mr. Garret Sampson was an unusual one. It kept going for the last year and a half, ever since a torrid lay under odd circumstances, and he had never questioned how strange it actually was. Garret was twenty years David's senior and nearly twice his size, but they kept up a satisfying friends-with-benefits relationship. Garret was usually the powerbottom and David a helpless piece of meat, but the sex was always good, and Garret could cook a meal like nobody else David knew.

I'm sure a lot of men have relationships like this. Or they wish they did. Would anyone bat an eye if I were with an older woman? I think not.

The stallion pulled around the small roundabout terminating the driveway and stopped behind a second vehicle he had never seen before. It was a Ford F-250 with all the trappings of the deluxe package, and its color was a modest blue. It looked tiny next to Garret's massive diesel pickup.

Had he been dropping in for a visit, the polite David would have simply thought he might bump into one of Garret's other friends. Given that this was explicitly a booty call, David expected a third wheel in their antics. The idea was far from off-putting.

The front door swung open before David could ring the bell. Waiting in the doorway was the titanic body of Garret Sampson, Clydesdale, father of three, and divorcee with a taste for men. He grinned down at David the way he always did. "Good to see you, kid," he said in his rough smoking voice, which had only grown more gravelly since David had met him. Garret always enjoyed a good cigar after a lay. "C'mon in. Want a cold one?"

"Actually, I'd love one," David said pleasantly. He stepped into the air conditioning of Garret's home and realized just how hot it was outside. He was used to working in the heat and almost never used the air conditioning in his car, preferring the breeze from the window in his long, dark mane. Garret gave him an ice-cold bottle of beer and a smooch. David happily accepted both.

David had a sip of his beer in the kitchen. Garret said, "I know you're about to ask what's with the fagwagon in the driveway." David didn't really think the sturdy, but tasteful Ford in the driveway looked particularly gay, but he kept his thoughts to himself save for a tiny smile. He hid it behind the bottle. "Well, lemme show you what's all about, Davey."

"Did I ever tell you," David said in Garret's wake, "that I don't particularly care for that name?"

"You care for my ass on your dick, right?"

David smiled. His cheeks reddened. "Oh, very much."

The Clydesdale patted the smaller stallion on the back. "Then you're fine bein' called Davey, Davey."

They stepped into the sun room, which offered a vista of the ten acres Garret owned. The land was pristine and full of trees, but that was how the Clydesdale wanted it. David was familiar with the entire floor plan of Garret's home because they had fucked in each room, and the younger stallion walked right past the seating without noticing the stranger who sat quietly reading a novel on the sofa. The stranger took immediate notice of David, however, and he smiled at the young, brown stallion's back.

"What a fine view today," David said, looking out through the wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling windows which made up two sides of the sun room.

"Boy, I'll say," the stranger said, and David turned sharply, but not so quickly that the movement was a flinch. The stranger laughed. "Hi, sweetie. You must be David. I'm Raleigh." He bookmarked his novel, stood up, and met David halfway across the room for a handshake. "I've heard so much about you."

Raleigh was a Clydesdale like Garret, a little shorter and a lot less developed, but their faces were uncannily alike. Where Garret's expressions were often firm and unamused, Raleigh appeared soft and kind. His eyes were a pretty blue, and his attire was not the American construction worker look of Garret, but that of a very fashion-forward twenty-something with a taste for crisp button-down shirts and Polo shorts.

"And I can see that you're even more handsome than my brother said you were," Raleigh cooed, winking slyly at young David.

"David," Garret cut in, "I'd like you to meet my complete sissy of a brother, Raleigh. Raleigh, this is David, my sperm donor."

David took a long swig of his beer. Raleigh's gentle, flattering personality embarrassed him more than Garret's familiar bluntness. "It's very nice to meet you, Raleigh. Ah, what are you reading?"

"Smooth as glass, kid," Garret sneered.

"Oh, shush, Gary," Raleigh admonished his brother. He smiled at David. "Horror novel. Bit of a crapfest, really. Scary schlock is my guilty pleasure, I don't suppose you've ever seen Event Horizon?"

Garret slipped an arm around his brother's shoulders. "Shoulda warned you, my brother's kind of nerd."

The youngest stallion grinned slightly. He swigged from his beer which was nearly empty. "I have a few nerdy pursuits myself. I wouldn't judge anyone for enjoying scary books and films."

Raleigh laughed quietly, demurely covering his snout. Then he leaned in close and kissed Garret on the cheek. "What a nice little gentleman. Such polite manners are something my brother could learn from you."

"Watch it," Garret said, "or I ain't gonna fix your fagwagon for you anymore. Can't believe you bought a piece-of-shit Ford anyway. Davey, c'mon, this way. Let's go get us more comfortable. You want another beverage?"

"I would like one, if you don't mind," David said.

"Could I have one?" the other Clydesdale asked.

Garret shuffled through the fridge and came back with one beer. He passed it to his brother, looked at his own bottle half-full on the counter, and sheepishly passed it to David. "I'm gonna make a beer run. You two try not to get any goddamn stains on the furniture."

The elder Clydesdale grabbed his keys off the hook and left in his truck. Raleigh turned to David and smiled. "David, can I be candid with you?"

David sipped the remnants of Garret's beer. He leaned back on the island counter. "Of course."

"My brother wouldn't have introduced me to you if he didn't think you were a good man. Gary is a little rough at the edges. I'm sure you've noticed that." The Clydesdale smiled pensively. "I've had a few bad relationships. You wouldn't think a big horse like me could be abused, but you'd be surprised the situations you let yourself be mired in."

David's features drooped. "I'm so sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. Gary was there for me. He spent a night in county jail over me, in fact," Raleigh said, his smile gaining a slight edge. "He's protective of me. At times, he treats me more like one of his children than a brother." He paused and leaned closer, slipping an arm around David. He put his beer on the counter. "And that's why I'm not nervous around you, and why I'm in fact very eager to play with you. Because I know if Garret's trusted you for so long, that you must be a good man." Gently, he kissed David between the eyes. The disparity in their heights made anything else impractical. "I hope I didn't make that too weird."

The younger horse put down his beer too. His arms slipped around Raleigh's sturdy body, but he couldn't help but imagine the horse as fragile and helpless in light of the story. "No, it's not weird. It's fine. I'm happy you're so open with me."

A dirty grin spread slowly across Raleigh's snout. "I have something that will make it weird, though. C'mere, cutie. Come this way."

They left their beers on the counter and headed for the den, descending three steps to enter the halfway-underground room. Sunlight shone in through windows mounted at the very top of the walls, partly obscured by the flowerbed ringing the building. David quite liked the den because of the sprawling boomerang-shaped leather sofa. It was ideal for prolonged cuddles with Garret.

"You know," David said, seating himself on the couch at Raleigh's urging, "I would have thought Garret's brother would be a little more..." He realized where he was going and stopped himself. He was blushing not only from the beer, but embarrassment.

"More butch?" Raleigh finished for him, laughing. "Oh, honey, don't even worry about it. I've been called nasty things by bad men. You're not gonna hurt my feelings. Now, behold."

Raleigh unbuttoned his shorts and David sat back in the chair, an impish smile crawling across his muzzle. The Clydesdale turned as he shimmied out of the shorts, moving with a belly dancer's serpentine grace.

"Your behind is fantastic," David cooed. "If you don't mind my saying so."

"Tell me how sexy I am," gushed Raleigh. His thick ass popped in whore-scarlet panties with pink frills. Stretched around his heart-shaped ass, they made him look like a Valentine's Day card. "I don't move and dress like this so guys will keep quiet. I like to be reminded what a hot piece I am."

David licked his lips and palmed the growing lump in his jeans. "Then let me tell you," he said lowly, and somewhat shamefully, "that you're a very handsome man, and I can't say I'd have a problem with it if you were to, ah, sit on my face."

"Gary told me you're a butt-eater," Raleigh tittered. He swayed and swished his ass in view of the younger horse, his cropped black tail swishing above it like a tassel. "Knowing you want my pucker on your sniffer must be high praise. Now, sweetie, lean forward and get these pesky panties down. And while you're back there, won't you give my balls a little rub?"

Something crept into the Clydesdale's voice as he mentioned his balls, but David couldn't decipher just what kind of mischief it was. He showed no hesitation in sitting forward, nor in sinking his fingers under the waistband of the panties. Short of Raleigh hiding a mouse trap in his panties like a cartoon character, David believed any surprise the stallion had would be a pleasant one.

He savored drawing Raleigh's panties down. The fat, brown hemispheres which were his ass cheeks glistened with healthy, radiant fur and the black flesh barely visible between their split was smooth and well-moisturized. Of course this handsome, gay horse takes great care of himself, David thought.

"Mmm. Your behind is absolutely delicious," David huffed. "Do you mind if I-?"

"Just a taste, and then you go for those balls."

There was the mischief again. David ignored it and went for his treat. He nosed into the crack of Raleigh's ass, bumping his nostrils into the plump, dark pucker of the Clydesdale's anus. Slowly and gently, he dragged his tongue across it and caused Raleigh to utter a shuddering moan.

"A-a-all right, now. You had your taste. Balls, honey." He tittered again.

David pulled the panties down and slipped his fingers between Raleigh's mouthwatering thighs. He had to struggle to force his digits between them. When his fingers brushed something soft, hot, and mildly textured, he blinked and jerked back his hand as if he had burned it.

Raleigh laughed and eyed David over his shoulder. "What's wrong? Couldn't find them?"

"N-no, I-, is that what I think it is?" David was shaken, blushing crimson.

"If what you're thinking of is a plump, dark hoss muff in serious need of some relief, then yes, David. You're right on the money."

"Good god," David huffed. "I didn't know-, I had no clue."

"Well, that is the idea, surprising you and all," Raleigh giggled. "Mmm, here. Let me turn around," he said as he did just that. From the front, his genitals were obvious. David had seen the dark lips and thick clitoris of a mare before, but only on a mare. On Raleigh's masculine frame, it was incredibly strange to see, but the sight and scent of horse cunt had an instinctive allure for the younger horse. It took him only a moment of gawping to realize how badly he wanted Raleigh.

The Clydesdale read David's lustful face like a bold-print billboard. "Go on," he said in his lowest, most sultry cadence. He put a hoof up on the sofa and bumped David's snout with his loins. "Eat me, little horsey."

David thought, let the cunnilingus commence, and the alliteration amused him. He smelled the triangle where Raleigh's thighs met his groin and a heady scent greeted his inquiring nostrils. The smell of Raleigh's vulva was immense, and a gayer or less experienced nose would have found the smell off-putting. David had gotten his shock and offense at the stink of estrus out of the way years ago, leaving Raleigh's muff as fine as vintage wine to him. His arms clung to the Clydesdale, each hand finding an ass cheek to palm. He slopped his tongue gracelessly across the massive horse's snatch. Raleigh's clitoris winked against his tongue.

"That's it. Here there be buried treasure," Raleigh said. Running David's thick, dark hair through his fingers pleased the Clydesdale, whose affection for pretty hair bordered on fetishistic. "Gawd, sweetheart, I could brush this hair of yours for days. Think you'd mind, when we're done making nasty?"

"Mmh," David crooned, his lips wet but not with drool. "Oh, you can do whatever you want... so long as this pussy is mine, you can pull it for all I care."

"Oh, I would never!" Raleigh cried. "And that pussy is all yours besides, honeycomb. You just ea-a-at me all you want." He slowly gyrated against David's slathering, thick tongue. When the front door opened and shut, he didn't look back at the entryway. David, similarly enraptured, did not pry himself from Raleigh's cunt.

Garret cracked open a fresh can of beer as he stepped down into the den. He was smirking. "Figured you'd be porkin' by now. Still on the foreplay?"

"David here knows how to treat a girl right," Raleigh teased. "That, and-."

"I don't see any girls here, just a weirdo with a pussy," the older Clydesdale interrupted.

"-David here happens to be savoring me, rather than rushing through the sex like it's some kind of time trial," Raleigh continued as though Garret hadn't interrupted.

The older, taller stallion sipped his beer, though a sip to him was a nearly a quarter of the can. "Here," he said, handing it off to Raleigh.

"Oh boy, backwash from my favorite brother," he said before having a large sip of his own.

Garret plainly disrobed. His enormous penis had only just started to extend from his sheath. He knelt on the sofa beside David and when the young horse started to turn to look at him, Garret firmly turned him back. "Suck my brother's clit. You ain't gonna worry about me today."

"Mhm," David murmured. He smacked his lips on the edge of Raleigh's plump, throbbing pussy, and the clitoris bulged into his mouth in irregular, involuntary spasms. Raleigh leaned more firmly on the couch, putting one hand on the brick wall behind it.

Garret grabbed David's groin in a heavy, unsubtle hand. "Open this fly up," he growled. "My fingers're too big." David did as he was told, then immediately put his hands back on Raleigh's ass cheeks. His fingers put dimples in the furry flesh.

David had on boxers beneath the jeans. Garret tugged them down, exposing and uncurling the dark meat of David's penis. He tucked the waistband under David's balls, and his hand did not move away from the spot, instead curling around the sack for a gentle grasp. It was expected of a massive stallion to know his own strength; David never felt threatened by Garret's touch.

It surprised Raleigh but not David when Garret went down on the guest. David's equine cock always felt like an ideal fit for Garret's long, accommodating maw. Garret suckled and bobbed, stiffening his own cock with homosexual gratification. David split his attention now between the two Clydesdales, keeping a hand on Raleigh's ass but putting its twin on Garret's broad head.

"You suck dick?" Raleigh asked, genuinely surprised but grinning lewdly. "Oh my ga-a-awd, Gary. I had no idea you were this much of a faggot. I thought you only liked it in the butt."

"Shaddup," Garret mumbled around David. "Prick's pretty good. Just shaddup."

"I'm pretty all right with all of this," David sighed from the middle.

"You better be," Raleigh said with a hint of sass. "This is some of the best pussy you've ever had in your mouth."

David couldn't deny the boast. Raleigh's Clydesdale cunt was more tasty in both flavor and scent than any other he had ever experienced. Runnels of precum rolled across Garret's tongue as David sampled and sucked the thick lips and throbbing clit of Raleigh's pussy, which grew wetter and nastier with every passing moment. The stink of estrus was heavy on Raleigh, driving the other stallions wild.

David's eyelids fluttered closed. He dragged his tongue through the split of Raleigh's pussylips, broaching the scented, slick pink inside. Powerful flavors bordering on vulgarity assailed his taste buds. He dug his fingers into the fatty flesh of Raleigh's behind, but his body's greatest reaction was involuntary; his cock twitched in Garret's sucking mouth and disgorged a massive wad of precum, which Garret gulped down with queer indulgence.

Again David slurped between the lips of Raleigh's pussy, but this time felt his way into the vaginal passage. At first the tip of his tongue probed, then slipped into the hole, bringing its broad bulk inside immediately after.

Raleigh lost his composure. "Oh, Christ, fuck, that's the shit," he panted, sounding alarmingly like his brother minus the smoker's roughness. Self-consciously overdoing his more reserved tone to the point of sounding like a flaming caricature, he cooed, "Aw, you eat pussy like a champion, sweetie."

Garret pulled off of his guest's cock with a pop of wet lips. The flare dragged on his flat teeth as it slipped free, and a new wad of precum shot from it, streaking across his snout. "Raleigh, you goddamn homo," he snorted. "You gonna just sit on his dick already? I got it wet for you."

David wondered if he should pull his tongue back... but that seemed like a rude thing to do now that he knew Raleigh was enjoying it so much. As Garret fussed, David slurped deep inside of the cunt he had been offered. He swabbed velvet pink walls seeping with feminine wetness but foul with wild equine musk. Estrus pheromones settled deep into David's sinuses, supplanting rational thought with single-minded lust. And the more he slobbered, the greater Raleigh's musk became, growing high and hot like the mercury in a thermometer.

More than willing to be the heel that the situation called for, Garret firmly pushed David back. The wonderful tonguefuck was broken off in mid-stroke, leaving David shocked and needful. Raleigh uttered a small whining sound and looked despondently at his brother.

"Gary, he was busy."

"Remember what you're here for. Davey's got something a lot nicer than a tongue, so let's see some cunt-fuckin' here."

Raleigh stepped out of his bottoms then draped himself on the long leather couch. It was made to fit Clydesdales as per its owner's size, and as such, David looked like a little boy sitting on it with two giants nearby. "David," Raleigh said, parting his legs, "does Gary always rush through the foreplay with you, too, sweetie?"

David chanced a look at Garret's stern, unreadable face. He murmured, "Ah, nnno? Not usually? Perhaps sometimes."

"Uh-huh. Good answer, kid," Garret mocked. He smooched David on the lips and quietly savored the taste of his brother. "Fuck my brother already. Kid's been dyin' for some good cock."

David slipped out of his bottoms and clambered atop Raleigh. He continued to feel small even as his naturally impressive shaft hotdogged the plump, dark lips of the Clydesdale's pussy. Raleigh groused, "God, why don't you just tell David what a whore I am?"

Garret took David's previous spot on the couch and watched with a stone face. His eyes fixed on David's fine round ass and the backs of his heavy balls. The sight of the younger stallion's rear was enough to get him masturbating slowly. "Mm, I figure that much's obvious to anybody who talks to you more'n two minutes."

"Oh, fuck you, Gary," Raleigh pouted, but he had a smirk on his face. He gave David a soft kiss and sluiced the young horse's long, black hair through his fingers. "Go on, sweet stuff," he whispered. "I'm yours. No strings attached. Just give me that beautiful black cock of yours."

David looked over his shoulder as if this were a test Raleigh and Garret had orchestrated. Raleigh pulled him back into eye contact and Garret said simultaneously, "Don't lookit me, you little shit. My brother told you what the fuck he wants."

"Right. Right, sorry," David murmured. He kissed Raleigh and the big horse gratefully reciprocated, running his tongue along David's soft lips. David shuddered. "You have a lovely tongue."

"So do you, baby," Raleigh said, and winked. He caused David to blush, and that made Raleigh grin.

David pressed against Raleigh, his flared cockhead passing the Clydesdale's cuntlips with a small amount of effort. Raleigh was simply a very large horse, even to another horse. His body took David easily, the black lips parting and the pink walls squeezing like a sleeve. Even this first careful entry into Raleigh sent pleasure racing up David's spine. He paused midway into the Clydesdale only to be urged forward by a heavy, familiar hand on his ass.

"You ain't stoppin' yet. Not 'til your balls are on his ass."

"My big brother, always looking out for me," said Raleigh with a sigh. He gave David a soft squeeze but kept it brief, not wanting to restrict the stallion's movements. It was the kind of squeeze a child would give its favorite teddy bear. "Keep going, sweetie. Come on. You must realize, as big as I am, that you're not gonna hurt me."

David thought of how Garret often rode his lap like there was room to spare. "All right. I suppose that's true," he said mildly, though a twinge of pleasure put a waver in his voice. His tail thrashed above his taut, brown ass. "You'd tell me if I did, though? Right?"

"You won't," Raleigh reassuringly cooed. He pecked David between the eyes. "Now, come along, little horsey. Deeper, deeper, deeper. Keep going."

Garret put a hand on David's ass again, but all he did was grope. The younger horse was pressing in on his own, apparently no longer reluctant to enter into Raleigh. The reality of David's situation was that Raleigh felt almost too good inside; he thought he might not be able to last long enough to make it worth the Clydesdale's time.

Evidently Raleigh could see the concern in David's face. He said, just as the younger horse bottomed out inside of him, "Ah, David, honey. What's wrong? Talk to me."

Surprisingly, Garret kept his mouth shut. His hand glided the length of his cock, smearing it with the natural lubrication dribbling from its flaring head.

David nosed Raleigh's muzzle. "I'm-, well, you see... I'm already very excited."

The Clydesdale smiled warmly. "Is that all? Oh, cute thing." Raleigh's gentle pet name helped David relax somewhat. "I don't care if you don't last. Believe me, I'm happy as long as you manage to enjoy yourself." He glanced over David's shoulder and shared a knowing look with his brother. Just as quickly, his eyes were back on David. "So just fuck me, dear. You just do your thing, and you do it as fast or as slow as you want to, and no thinking about the dentist or any of that silly shit boys do when they feel like they have to hold out, because you don't."

"Yeah, Davey," Garret chimed in, sneering. "If you don't make him cum, Raleigh'll just sit on your face until you lick him off."

"All in all, not a bad way to do things," Raleigh said affably.

David smiled absently, awkwardly. It was a profoundly cute expression which Raleigh answered with a smooch. Then the younger horse began to make love to Raleigh, pulling back his hips slowly, driving forward with only slightly more forcefulness. Great runners of precum drooled into Raleigh's vaginal passage, adding unnecessary lube to what was already an incredibly slippery tunnel of silky flesh. Raleigh's clit throbbed against the top of David's penis. Nearly every wink was an answer to the stallion's thrusts.

"You're doin' good work, kid. Fuck that pussy good," Garret rumbled. He reached for David's ass and palmed it only briefly. His hand slipped lower, fingers tickling the back of David's balls on their way lower still. His digits ultimately ended up on his brother's supple anus, which he traced but did not penetrate. Raleigh shivered and cooed, peppering David with smooches in response.

"He fuckin' you all right, kid?" Garret asked. His fingers still trailed the plump donut of his brother's asshole.

"Mmhmm," Raleigh crooned. "Oh, he's good, Gary. You sure know how to pick 'em."

David was surprised with his own endurance. He wondered if he wasn't nervous down in his subconscious, knowing how Garret treated men who mistreated his brother. But the Clydesdale seemed to want it rougher and faster, and his wants and needs meshed with David's. He moved more forcefully and climbed higher, throwing himself over Raleigh like an undersized wrestler trying to pin his opponent for the count. His ass bobbed up and down hypnotically in Garret's view, cock plunging in the slippery depths of Raleigh's pussy.

The older Clydesdale dragged his tongue along his rough lips. They curled into a lurid sneer. His masturbation was quick now, but not yet frantic. He leaned down and grabbed David by the ass, startling the stallion, making him freeze in place. "Gimme a taste of that ass, kid," he growled, jabbing a thumb and forefinger between David's ass cheeks. Like spreading apart pussylips, Garret parted David's cheeks with his powerful fingers and bared the winking, somewhat sweaty pucker between them. His lips mashed into the ring and he slurped across it, laying down a carpet of slobber. He pulled back just as quickly as he had dived in, and he patted David's behind when he was through. "Go on, get back to the fucking."

"Gawd," bleated David, returning to his rhythm shakily at best. His balls began to feel like they were too fat for his scrotum. They throbbed with pleasure and swam with microscopic life. Beneath him, the masculine Raleigh squirmed and crooned, proving himself to be the finest pussy David had ever tasted and fucked in all his life. That the pussy he enjoyed most belonged to a man no longer seemed peculiar to him.

"Oh, fuck me, fu-u-uck that pussy, you fuck that pussy, honeycomb," Raleigh euphorically cooed. He threw back his head, baring a densely muscular neck. David was compelled to nip it, pinching flesh between his flat teeth. As he did, Raleigh whinnyed in submissive delight. His legs flew around David's back in a pincer, snug at first but easing off into a loose hold to permit the fucking to continue.

David uttered soft groans and huffs. His mind was devoid of meaningful conversation. Fucking Raleigh seemed like the only good use of his time, and it was what he continued to do over the Clydesdale's soft moans and coos. His balls bounced, and his cock, fully flared, scraped and gouged the insides of Raleigh's plump pussy. So much precum leaked into the Clydesdale that it began to ooze out with each thrust. It ran down Raleigh's ass crack, making his anus glisten.

Garret bit his scarred lip. His strokes had become two-handed. He was manhandling the great length of his mottled cock. "Atta boy, Davey," he grumbled through his lips. "Fuck 'em hard."

"Yes, oh yes, yes," Raleigh whimpered. An enormous smile had spread across his long snout. His eyes were shut tight against the afternoon light glimmering through the high windows. His entire world at that particular moment was David Vicente and his black cock. Even his hidden motive in meeting David here and now seemed far-off and unimportant in the face of his impending climax, which he knew was going to be an eruption. "Oh, my god, David. Oh, yes."

Sucking in great gasps of air to fuel his vigorous work, David at once exploded into the Clydesdale. Like a machine spooling down, he continued to fuck Raleigh as he shot immensely fertile ropes of semen deep into the Clydesdale's box. His plunging cock squished in its own mess, making the most lurid noises imaginable. When Garret realized that David had climaxed, he grabbed the younger stallion by the ass and shoved him flush into Raleigh's loins. David remained there without further instruction, dumping his nuts deep into Raleigh as a good stud should.

For Raleigh, the sudden release coupled with the ongoing fuck was the perfect ending to an exceptional lay. Pleasure rose in his quivering, heated body like a fever. His clitoris pulsed against David's cock and his inner walls clenched and milked the pounding cockflesh. Once Garret forced David deep and still, Raleigh felt the young stallion's semen truly enter him, and that was all the Clydesdale could take. He squirted mightily, oozing down David's cock and dampening his balls with the same discharge. He clung to David needfully, crooning soft, blissful thanks to the young horse, frequenting his hair and ears with smooches.

Feeling all too happy to spoil the moment for the two, Garret knelt on the couch and plopped his cock down on David's ass. He was teetering near the brink himself, spurred on by the sight of his favorite brother and favorite boytoy locked in passion. He wanted to fuck David, but there was no time to even begin lubing him up. He would have hotdogged the younger stallion, but even that was too much to ask. Garret frotted David's ass and back for just one moment, and then he blasted across the brown stallion's back, shooting up around his shoulder blades, into his messy hair, and even onto his brother's muzzle. Raleigh did not react to the mess, though David uttered a mildly disgusted groan.

As Garret fell back on the couch, grinning, Raleigh stroked down David's back. His fingers smeared semen into David's fur. "Thank you, David... you don't know what that means to me."

"Well, I-," David huffed, still catching his breath in his afterglow, "I think I've got a fairly good idea. I'm glad you could be so close to me."

"You don't get it," Garret said. "You ain't just some nice dick to my brother, Davey."

David still didn't understand, though a pall of worry settled on his face. Raleigh smiled disarmingly. "I think you know, honey. I wanted to have a child from somebody of good breeding. Somebody I can trust. And you can be as involved as you want in this. I understand that it was deceitful on my part, but-."

"Oh, fuck that shit," Garret snapped. "Kid was already sellin' his ball barf to a sperm bank. Probably a bunch of lil' Davids all over the goddamn country, what's another one?"

"So eloquent," Raleigh replied, smiling patiently.

David laughed, though he still had on a bright red blush. He kissed Raleigh's cheek and realized a wad of Garret's semen was smeared there. It wasn't off-putting to him. "I will need to think about how involved I'd like to be in this. But, and I mean this sincerely, I'm happy I could give you something you wanted."

Raleigh's eyes grew wet with tears. He smiled broadly and squeezed David like a teddy bear once more. "I knew you'd be the right one. Thank you, David. Thank you, Garret."

Garret leaned over both of them. He kissed his brother in a lingering swab of tongues. "You're welcome, kid."