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The young draft horse stood in front of the mirror, brow furrowed, biting his lip. His eyes focused on the reflection of his hands as they fiddled at his neck, attempting to make a knot in his tie. Tug there, put that through that...

"Come on, Brent...it's just a fucking tie." His fingers entwined, and the cloth moved with it. Around, over...through! But when they parted, he stared in dismay at the loose, uneven bulge left behind. With a grunt of annoyance, he pulled it loose and rested his hands on the edge of the sink, sighing.

Two hands slid over his shoulders, and Brent looked up to see a shirtless Friesian stallion standing behind him. At least a foot taller than the draft, his night-black hair seemed to shimmer in the sharp light of the bathroom lamps with a blue sheen that was only a little darker than his cerulean eyes. His mane hung loosely across his shoulders, like a rough cloak, and the still air quickly filled with his warm scent. He'd been exercising; the younger horse could smell it on him. The best smell. He smiled and placed his hands on top of the other horse's.

"Coming right?" the taller stallion asked him. He had a deep, caramel-sweet voice that made the smaller horse quiver.

"No..." he replied, blowing a breath upward that knocked aside an errant strand of mane, and the Friesian laughed at his grumpy tone.

"I thought you practised this?"

"I did!" Brent slapped one piece of the traitorous tie aside. "I just...I dunno." He shrugged.

The Friesian smiled. "Nerves. Here - let me."

The hands slid further down his chest as the bigger horse moved closer. As the fingers came together to grasp the ends of the loose tie, his body pressed firmly against the shorter stallion's. Brent relaxed into him, feeling his head nestling between two firm pecs and a hard belly sliding along his upper back. The taller stallion's post-workout heat was like a furnace: it bled through Brent's formal shirt in seconds, soaking into his body in the most wonderful way. Dad was always so warm, like a big black hot water bottle...if hot water bottles cuddled back when you wrapped yourself around them in bed.

"Daaaaaad," Brent groused. "I can do it myself." But he didn't move to stop the bigger stallion as he began intertwining the material. The cerulean eyes stared into the mirror, concentrating on the reflection, and Brent stared into them as he worked, noting all the familiar points on his father's face. There were the gentle creases around his eyes, the ones his son had taken to pointing out when he wanted to tease the older horse. There, the way his lip twitched almost imperceptibly when he clenched his fingers too hard; he wasn't a young colt anymore. But those were things you had to know him well to notice. By any measure, he was still a terribly handsome horse.

People never imagined they were father and son at first; how his purebred Friesian father had sired a bay like himself, Brent had no idea. His mother's genes must have pummelled the Friesian's sperm completely into submission. But if you looked, you could see it in the face - and in some other places.

His father's eyes were fixed on the tie, but they rose occasionally to meet his son's eyes - and every time they did, he smiled. Brent smiled back. Eventually the hands dropped from Brent's neck and opened outwards in demonstration.

"Tada!"

Like magic, it was done. The Friesian stared in satisfaction at a perfect Windsor, and Brent cocked his head at himself in the mirror. "Hmm..."

"Dashing as fuck, son," his father rumbled, and his hands crossed over one another to pull Brent into a hug. "That deer's going to have soaked panties three seconds after he sees you." Brent gasped and slapped his father's arm at the crudity, but made no effort to hide his wide grin and obvious blush.

"No, he won't! You dirty old horse." He sniffed. "Corey is a gentleman. You'd like him. Very polite and well-mannered."

"Oh, that so? All top hats, cravats, and smelling salts whenever he sees ankles?" The Friesian's head lowered, and his nose nuzzled at his son's neck. "I hope he's not too much of a gentleman, though," he said in a softer, rougher tone. "Or do you only fuck on the second date, like I definitely didn't teach you?"

Brent giggled at the touch of the soft nose, but his breathing deepened, and it didn't take long for his head to turn and meet his father's in a sensual kiss. When it ended, he took a satisfied breath and licked his lips. "I'm pretty sure he's up for it as much as I am, you randy horse, but if he's not..." He turned to face his father and slid a hand down to fondle the bulge he'd felt growing against him since the moment his father abutted him. The large and obvious length of horsecock growing along the Friesian's thigh was thoroughly testing the elasticity of his workout slacks. "I know where to come to feel better."

His father groaned with delight at his son's touch. "Don't get me started now, son...I don't want to ruin your date by making you late."

"Oh, but Daddy," Brent said, his own voice growing husky in turn, and his head slipping closer to his sire's ear, "don't you know? You can ruin me whenever you want." He bared his teeth and nipped the edge of his father's ear, just hard enough to make him gasp - and make the cock beneath his fingers throb like a pulsing star.

A hard snort of breath from the Friesian was met with a cackle from his son as he released his father's rock-hard cock and stepped past him, hurrying out the bathroom door. "Just need my jacket!" he called back, and the older horse whinnied in frustration.

"You're a fucking tease!"

"And where do you think I learned that from, Dad?" the younger stallion called back, and although he didn't see it, the Friesian's face widened into a delighted grin at the riposte. The older male walked out of the bathroom, rubbing the outline of his penis with one hand and looking thoughtfully towards the room his son had disappeared into - before harrumphing and heading downstairs instead.

When Brent reappeared a short while later - jacket donned, final tweaks made to his mane and scent - his father was sitting on a couch, reading a novel. Brent walked up and tapped the back of the book, making his sire look up questioningly.

"I'm off, Dad."

His father smiled. "Alright, son. Have a good time."

Brent leaned in and kissed his father's muzzle. "I'm sure I will."

"And if things get interesting..." Two black equine eyebrows waggled lasciviously. "You can always bring him home. I'll be asleep by then, I'm sure. Just...gag him or something so his screams of 'more, more, oh, Brent, I must have more' don't wake me up."

Brent gave his father's muzzle a light slap. "Dad! I told you! Corey's a lovely deer. I'm sure he won't want to be gagged. He's not a reprobate like you, you slutty old whore."

A pair of blue eyes narrowed over the top of their book. "Excuse me? Old?"

"Slutty middle-aged whore, then. Final offer."

"Better." The stallion looked back down at his book. "Also - he's a deer. Trust me, a gag will be the least interesting thing he's had shoved into his mouth. But if you must..." He waved a hand at nothing in particular. "You know where I keep the good harnesses."

Brent rolled his eyes, unable to stifle a giggle. "You're terrible."

"Love you too."

"Bye, Dad. Chat tomorrow."

"Bye, son."

The front door closed, and the Friesian looked across at it with a smirk and a contented sigh before turning back to his book.

---

"...so, I painstakingly filled out the entire form - by hand! - until my fingers were cramping...and then only realised it was for the wrong day."

Brent gasped. "No!"

The deer seated opposite him nodded sagely and took another gulp of wine. "Yep. Had to do it all over again."

Brent put his fingers to his mouth and groaned. "That's awful! Did your hand survive?"

"Nope. Fell right off. This one's robotic." The deer lifted his right hand and wiggled the fingers. "Beep, beep. Boop."

"Oh, well, that's not so bad then. Robot hands sound pretty neat."

"Oh, they are. All sorts of handy plugins. I can switch out my index finger for a mini-whisk." He twirled a finger around in the dregs of his red wine before licking it clean and emptying the glass. It was the last of the bottle; they'd finished it off over the last few hours. "A real time-saver."

"I bet." Brent's eyes lingered on the deer's lips, where a droplet of wine remained after his last sip. The cervine's lips were almost as red as the wine. He was very pretty. When a pale pink tongue slipped out to lick it up, the stallion's eyes rose to meet the deer's, and found amusement...and something else.

Corey leaned forward, a soft smile on his face. "I've really enjoyed tonight, Brent. So glad to finally meet you in person. Even though I feel like I've known you for ages."

"Haven't you?" Brent lifted his own wine glass and tried to drink it coolly, an effect somewhat marred by the coughing fit when some of it went down the wrong way. He waved away the deer's concern as he cleared his throat. "Sorry...cough..._no, I'm fine. _Ahem." He blinked a few times. "What I mean is, we've been chatting for ages. Like...five months?

"Well, yeah...but it's not the same."

"True." Brent let his hand slip down the stem of the wine glass and rest on the table, still staring into the deer's eyes. When the cervine's hand slipped over his own, he gave a goofy grin, but said nothing. The wine had done its work; he felt wonderfully relaxed and ready to see where next the night would lead.

His dick already had some firm opinions on that.

"I've been on plenty of dates where there's just no spark," the deer said. "This...isn't one of those." One of Corey's fingers rubbed slowly along the top of Brent's thumb. "You're sweet, and funny, and you've got such a pretty smile..."

Brent's blush would have lit up the restaurant if he hadn't looked down bashfully - only to raise his head again when Corey's finger tucked under his chin.

Brent's cock spoke up while his brain drowned in Corey's eyes. "Would you like to get another drink? A-at my place?"

"As long as drinking's not all we're going to do."

Brent giggled like a teenager, and Corey's grin grew almost feral.

---

They tried to keep the giggling to a minimum when they got inside Brent's house, but it was a challenge. Whenever the stallion turned away from the deer, he'd feel two fingers pinching his butt, and when he turned back to his date to hiss "No, you'll make me squeal!" he got a tweaked nipple and a sloppy kiss for his trouble. The deer's mouth tasted amazing. The slightly sour hint of wine overlaid with cervine warmth and deliciousness.

They'd made it into the foyer at last, though. The horse panted when the kiss broke off, looking at the bright spots reflecting in the deer's eyes from lights outside. When Brent pushed the door closed, they winked out, and only the deer's smell was there in the darkness with him. He breathed it in deeply - and then held it when a hand pawed at his crotch.

"I've never been with a horse, Brent." There was a hunger in the deer's voice that made the stallion's balls quiver.

Brent let out a ragged breath. "I've never been with a deer," the stallion admitted. He raised a hand to stroke the deer's velveteen antlers. They were very handsome. He was very handsome. "You're so handsome, Corey..."

"You're pretty adorable yourself, you big goof." The hand at his crotch slipped inside his pants, and Brent's soft groan as it encircled the base of his hardening cock was met with a disbelieving expletive from Corey.

"So, when you said big goof...?" the stallion asked with a grin.

"I thought people exaggerated." The stallion couldn't tell if the deer's voice was shocked or needy. Both, hopefully. "Is this how big you all are?"

"Well, I am a draft horse." He preened, flexing his cock and felt the surrounding fingers tighten in response. "I'm bigger than average."

"Shit..." Now the cervine sounded shocked. "How does anyone even fit you?"

Brent was glad for the darkness to hide his embarrassment. "Well...I've not actually...um..."

The hand let go of his cock and slid around his side again, and the stallion felt Corey's breath hot on his cheek as the deer pulled the horse to him. "Are you a virgin, Brent?" he asked keenly.

"No! I...I mean I've done oral and...and stuff...I just haven't...you know..."

"Gone all the way."

"Yeah." The horse could feel the heartbeat pulsing in his face. "Sorry."

The deer giggled and kissed his nose. "Don't be silly. It's not a bad thing. And I'll tell you a secret." He nuzzled up along the side of the horse's face, towards his ear, and whispered. "Me neither...but I want to. With a cute, goofy, hung stallion."

They fell upstairs, hands rubbing all over one another, mouths locked together. Brent pushed his bedroom door open with his ass and pulled the deer down on top of him onto the bed, sliding his hands down to grip his ass as they made out. The stallion could feel his date's hard cock pressing into his own, and he ground his hips against the other male, making the deer moan into his mouth. "So fucking big," was all Corey could say before Brent pushed him over and straddled him. The deer's green eyes looked up invitingly at the stallion, sparkling with excitement. So handsome. The stallion grinned down at him, still grinding their crotches together through their clothes.

"So..." he said teasingly.

"So." Corey smiled up at him. "Shall we...figure this out?"

Brent slipped off the deer and the bed, looking down at his date. "Yeah. So...I think if you..." He tried to indicate a motion with his hands. "Um..."

Corey spread his legs wide and smirked. "How about this?"

The horse's cock liked that, but he pursed his lips. "I think the angle might be tricky. Perhaps if you're on all fours?"

"Like this?" Corey took up a new position and looked back at the horse.

"I think so." Brent climbed back onto the bed on his knees. "No, wait, this is too low. Let me-"

"I can-"

The deer's butt rose just as the horse bent down, hitting the underside of his mouth and knocking his jaw closed with a snap. Brent blinked and stepped back off the bed, shaking his head to clear the ringing. The deer turned, looking aghast.

"Sorry!"

"It's fine. Um..."

"We don't have to-"

"-no! No, I want to. It just looks easier in porn. Maybe we can - wait!" He slapped his forehead and gave a wry smile. "Don't know why we're doing this the hard way. Lemme just ask my Dad."

He was halfway to the door when the deer bleated, "Wait, what?"

The stallion looked back as he pulled the door open. "My Dad," he said, matter-of-factly. "He'll know exactly what to do. He's a beast in the sack." And he hurried out into the corridor. Hopefully Dad wasn't completely asleep yet.

His father's room was almost directly across the hall, slightly ajar as always. The young stallion knocked softly against it before pushing it open wider. "Dad?"

The hallway light illuminated a mound under the blankets, and the stallion stepped closer and patted the closest part. "Dad?" A snore and some movement were the only responses, and he gripped the part of the mount that looked like a leg and shook a little harder. "Dad!"

"Hmf?" More movement, and then a bleary face lifted from the pillows to look at him, blinking in the wan light filtering in from the corridor. "Brent? What's wrong?" A hand rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "What is it?"

"I'm fine, Dad. Sorry. Nothing's wrong. I just..." Brent haltingly explained his predicament, and when he was done, his father looked at him in silence for a moment, and then chuckled.

"Thought I was doing you a favour by letting you figure these things out on your own." He chuckled again and pushed himself up, swinging his legs out of the bed and yawning hugely. "I'll help you boys out, son. Head on back. I'll be there in a bit."

"Thanks, Dad!" Brent hurried out of his father's bedroom and back into his own, where Corey was now standing, one hand gripping the other, a confused and worried look on his face.

"Um...Brent," he said nervously. "I don't think you need to-"

"It's fine!" Brent said brightly. "He'll be here now."

"Uh..." The deer's hands wrestled with one another. "Yeah, but...I mean...should your dad really be involved?" The horse's confused expression seemed to confuse the deer in turn. "Isn't it weird?" he asked plaintively.

"Weird?" Brent looked curiously at the deer. "He's my dad! Doesn't your dad help you out with stuff the first time you're doing it?" And before the deer could reply, the door squeaked open a little wider, and eight feet of heavyset stallion - dressed in only a pair of boxers with little dancing bananas on them - stood in front of them.

Brent's father was the biggest stallion the young horse knew. Working on building sites all his life had made the older male incredibly strong, and a gym routine had refined that strength into incredible fitness. Veins snaked along biceps that bulged even when his arms hung loose; they faded into his chest and reappeared along inner thighs as thick as water pipes. His neck was almost as thick as his thigh, and each pec looked like it was carved from black marble and polished to a sheen. The smooth black hair that covered him turned to feathering on his lower legs and fetlocks, and his eyes were sharp and focused.

They sought out the deer and froze him in place.

"You must be Corey," he said. His casual tone was at odds with the predatory look in his eyes. "Nice to meet you." The rumbling words made the young stallion's arm hairs stand up; he wondered what it was doing to the deer. Based on his expression and the rapid bouncing of his Adam's apple, only good things.

The Friesian walked into the room, approaching the stag directly. Brent could see the cervine's eyes widen as the scale of the stallion become fully apparent to him. "Um," he squeaked. "H-hello, Mr Nowak. S-sorry to wake you-"

"Please." The stallion waved him to silence. "Mr Nowak was my father." He paused and brought his hands together. The crack of a single knuckle was like a rifle shot in the silence. "You can call me Sir."

"...guh." The deer appeared to have lost the power of speech. He didn't seem to know where to look, either; his eyes were flickering between Brent, the Friesian's face, and the Friesian's very generous crotch. There was no hint of horsecock hanging out of the boxers, but the bulge they very clearly held made that moot. When the Friesian took one more step towards Corey, the deer fell backwards onto the edge of the bed - which only served to bring the bulging horse-crotch level with his eyes.

Corey stopped looking anywhere else.

"So," the tall stallion said conversationally. "Brent tells me you boys are having a little trouble." A hoof came up to rest on the edge of the bed, pushing his crotch a little closer to the deer's face. "I'm surprised that he somehow found the one deer in the city that can't teach him what he needs to know, but that's alright. I'm here to help." One arm came across to rest on his raised knee, and the Friesian leaned in to look at the deer. "You seem a little pale there, Corey. Everything alright?" The deer shot a panicked look at Brent; the young horse gave him a friendly smile and a thumbs-up, and the deer's confused eyes blinked a few times and then turned back to the mature jock stallion before him.

"You don't mind my help, do you?" Brent's father asked seriously. "I'm very involved in my son's life, you see." He leaned in a little closer. "Very involved."

"Hsf," the deer whimpered. He looked up at the horse as if staring at a marble statue from ancient times. Brent supposed his father did resemble a statue in a way. If the sculptor was obsessed with well-hung, well-muscled stallions.

"That's a yes?" The horse accepted it as fact and kept speaking. "My son mentioned that you're super keen to get some horse D. I completely understand - it's fucking amazing. But you need to know something first. Taking a stallion means putting in more work than with a species like...bovines." Disdain soaked the word. "Or canines. People talk about knots, but that's amateur hour. You want a challenge - you want a real deep filling - you've got to go stallion. You've got to take a flare." He cocked his head. "That means proper prep, firstly, and proper commitment. You don't get to make a stallion horny and then change your mind as soon as his cock's pressing against your tight hole. Are you up for the challenge?"

"Hhhuh", the deer said. His mouth hung open as he stared at the tall horse's bulge, and the Friesian's eyes followed.

"Oh," he said absently, as if he'd forgotten how little he was wearing. "I guess that's distracting you, hm? Let me just..."

He dropped his foot and pulled his boxers down to his fetlocks in one motion, then thumped his hoof back onto the bed. Two pendulous horse testicles jiggled in their sack at the motion, hanging low under a wrinkled sheath. The potent perfume of stallion filled Brent's nostrils. It was so much like his own, but far stronger; familiar, yet new. His father never smelled like floral soap or disinfectant. Even freshly showered, his body oozed the raw, masculine scent of a workhorse. Brent loved it - and Corey clearly agreed. His eyes were dilated and his nostrils wide, sucking in as much of the fragrant air as they could.

"There," the Friesian said with a relaxed sigh. His nutsack magnified every slight movement of his upper body into a heavy swaying of his fat balls. "Much better. Don't you agree?"

Corey's tongue ran over his lips nervously. He was shaking a little now, too. "Y-yes..." he rasped.

"Sorry?" The deer looked up at the horse in confusion at his sharp tone, and the stallion tutted. "Already, Corey? I know we've only just met, but I really need you to pay attention." He turned to look towards Brent. "That's my son, Brent. Your friend. You can be as casual with him as you wish. And please do; I want him to relax. To have a good time." He looked back at the deer and extended a thick thumb towards himself. "I'm his father. My name's Chev, but you won't need to use it. I'm probably older than both of you put together, and I'm not your friend - I'm your senior. And not just that - your teacher. For tonight, anyway." He stared down the wide-eyed deer. "And how did you address your teachers when you were still in school, Corey?"

The deer gulped. "Yes...Sir?"

Chev grinned. "Good boy." He motioned his son closer with one hand. "Now - my son said that you've never been with a horse?"

"N-no, Sir."

"Then I'll start with the basics. Brent: clothes off, please." Brent quickly disrobed and moved to stand next to his father. It felt as natural as breathing. He loved being naked with his father, and just having him here was making the younger stallion feel more relaxed and confident. Dad would help them out. Dad would make everything work out.

Two nude stallions stood before the disbelieving deer: the elder one tall and flaccid, the younger shorter and very, very erect.

"Lesson one." Chev placed a hand under his son's balls, lifting them in his palm. Brent groaned at the warm touch, feeling his scrotum tightening. "Horse balls. Just because they don't go inside you, doesn't mean they don't matter." He spread his fingers to make a sort of nest for his son's testicles and gently rolled them back and forth. "They're heavy and sensitive, and that means it feels good when you touch them. But if you go pawing at them like they're ripe summer apricots, you're going to get a hoof to the head. Gentle and slow, alright?" He thrust his crotch closer to the deer. "Here, show me you understand."

Corey looked as if he'd been offered a million dollars by an incubus and was waiting for the other hoof to drop, but he extended a quivering hand and cupped one of Chev's balls as the elder stallion had demonstrated on his son. Brent heard his father give a hard snort as the deer's soft skin made contact, and then make a wordless rumble in his chest, like a volcano's grumbling. "There we go," he murmured. The Friesian's balls were noticeably larger than his son's; the deer tried to fit both into one hand and failed. "Two hands, please, Corey," Chev said. "Stallions are big boys." Corey's second hand joined the first, each cupping one of the big horse's smooth, dark orbs. The deer's eyes were so wide now, they could have been a match for the stallion's jewels in size.

"No rush," Chev said, as the deer's slim fingers surrounded each testicle like filigree. "Just stroke, and lift, and move them around. Listen to the sounds the stallion makes when you fondle him. He'll tell you if he likes what you're doing." Chev's sounds were deep, rough breathing, and snorts of air from his flared nostrils. Brent had always preferred a long, slow moan, rising in volume whenever the pleasure peaked - like now, as his father pushed his son's balls up into his body cavity and stroked the underside of his shaft with a thumb as he did so. Chev's eyes were fixed on the deer servicing him, but his hand kept at the work of pleasuring his son.

"Do it properly," the Friesian said, "and it'll be clear when he's getting...hrm...closer..." His words trailed off, and Brent heard the deer gasp. The stallion couldn't blame him: he'd seen it countless times, and it was still impressive as fuck.

The opening of his father's sheath spread wide, and a dark, fleshy nub appeared, like a woodland creature emerging from a burrow. It kept coming, the flesh growing outward, rising at first and then gently falling forward as the mass began to feel gravity's pull. More and more horse cock dropped, extending down between the deer's wrists as he sat in frozen awe, each hand still cupping one of Chev's big black balls. The extruding flesh was growing thicker as it lengthened, and by the time it finally slowed, it was as fat around as one of the deer's wrists. An enormous, soft tube of horsecock hung down from the stallion's crotch, pitch-black and glorious.

"So," Chev said, with a satisfied nicker, "that is a semi-flaccid horsecock. And yes, it does get bigger. Stallions drop when you make them feel good. Think of it as a little pre-show reward for your hard work."

"Oh...fuck..." Corey moaned. He was quivering, and his pants had a huge wet spot. "H-how big are you, Sir?"

"Soft?" Chev looked down thoughtfully. "Not sure. Fifteen inches, maybe? Brent, how big am I?"

"Fifteen and a half soft," Brent said proudly. "Twenty hard." It wasn't the sort of thing he could brag about to his friends, but he was thrilled by how endowed his father was.

"There you go, then." He dropped his son's balls and moved his hand to the shaft above them, wrapping his fingers around it and stroking it. "So, next lesson: stallion cock." He pointed down at himself and then over at Brent. "Depending on how horny he is, he might already be hard by the time you get between his legs. Good work if he is, that means he really wants to fuck you." He gestured at towards the stroking action he was performing on his son's cock. "You see what I'm doing here?" Corey nodded eagerly. "Don't bother doing that. It barely does anything for us. Only good for keeping us mostly hard without risk of a climax." He released the shaft and moved his hand to his son's swollen flare, wrapping his hand over and squeezing. Brent moaned and thrust instinctively into the pressure, and Chev chuckled.

"That's our favourite spot: the flare. And yours too, soon enough." He winked at the deer, and Corey blushed. "That's where you want to touch, squeeze, lick, taste, swallow...you know. All the deer things." The stag was bright crimson now, but stared raptly as Chev teased and massaged his son's thick flare, making the younger horse shudder and flex around it.

"D-Dad..." Brent moaned. His father knew his body too well, and every action was pushing his son closer to the edge. If he didn't stop, the colt would blow in moments. But Chev was an expert on his son's limits; just as Brent thought he couldn't hold back anymore, the pressure vanished, and his flare was released to bob in the air, huge and pink and dripping pre-cum. The engorged veins along Brent's shaft pulsed to the thudding of his heart, and the colt sucked in huge, cool breaths to try to calm himself.

"That was close, hm?" Chev said with a grin, and Brent gave a half-chuckle. "If I'd kept that up a little longer, he'd have blown his load all over your pretty face, Corey. And don't get me wrong, there's definitely a time and a place for a deer covered in stallion semen, but it's not tonight." Corey said nothing, his green eyes drinking in the sight of his date's fully flared cock. Perhaps he was imagining the visual Brent's father had just described...or perhaps he was doing some math. If he's fifteen inches hard, and his dad is five inches bigger yet...

Chev snapped his fingers, and the deer's eyes shot to him like laser sights. "Your turn." He pointed down to the onyx snake between his legs. He'd barely thickened, despite the sexually charged atmosphere, and his cock still hung straight down. "Let's see if you've got what it takes to get a stallion off, Corey."

The deer wasted no time. One hand grasped the big stallion's flare as he'd been shown - and the other cupped his balls. "Oho," Chev said, eyebrows raised. "Advanced play. I am impressed." The compliment elicited a joyous noise from the deer, and he got to work. Brent stared on in delight as his date masturbated his father, teasing at the spongy flare and playing with the balls. Chev's erection grew rapidly. Brent's hand wandered down to his own cock as he watched his father's black python rising and lengthening until it stood proudly out from his crotch, straight as a beam and twice as hard.

The massive flare bobbed in the air directly before Corey's face, a clear drop of pre-cum glistening at the urethra. The deer looked hypnotised, and Chev had to put a hand on his antlers to get his attention.

"Go on," he urged. Corey whimpered and leaned forward, lapping the droplet up with a slurp. Another formed to take its place, and he licked that up too. And then both hands wrapped around the stallion's corona, and his mouth attached to the end of the stallion's prick like a suction pipe, and he began slurping and sucking his way over every part.

As the deer threw away inhibition to gorge on stallion cock, Chev motioned Brent to stand right next to him and took his son's cock in hand, aiming it at the deer. "Be fair now," he said, and Corey's lustful eyes turned to the second gift presented for him. His mouth broke free of Chev's flare and switched to Brent's, making the young stallion sigh happily as his date's hot, wet tongue slathered his sensitive head in saliva.

"That feel good, son?" his father asked, and the younger horse nodded rapidly.

"Fuck yeah, Dad..." Brent breathed.

His father grinned at him. "Deer," he said simply. The arm holding Corey's antler tightened, and the deer was pulled forward, making Brent's entire flare disappear into his mouth with a pop. "They're naturals at it. You just need to unlock their inner horseslut." He looked down at Corey's face; the stag's eyes looked drugged, and his cheeks filled and emptied as his tongue moved over the cockflesh that filled his mouth. "And you found a really keen one..."

Chev grabbed his own cock at the base and slapped the tip against the deer's face. His pre-cum smeared over the soft down of the deer's facial fur like diamond droplets, but the cervine did not even seem to notice. "Look at that focus," Chev marvelled. Brent nodded vaguely, happily lost in the pleasure emanating from his flare. As the blowjob continued, the older male patted his son on the back. "Be right back." He slipped out of the room and Brent heard cupboards opening elsewhere before his father reappeared with a tube of something. He came to stand next to the two lovers and dropped it on the bed before a huge hand took hold of an antler again. This time, it pulled the deer off Brent's cock and held him there as Chev looked down at him. A brief whimper from the cervine faded as he looked up into Chev's intense, horny expression. Brent loved that look. It was the one his father put on when he was done teasing and was ready to pump a load down his son's throat.

It was only just edged out by the look of adoration and lust on Corey's face right now.

"Corey," Chev said firmly. The deer's eyes widened. "Are you going to be at my son's disposal for the night?" The deer gasped; he looked like he was going to cry with joy.

"Yes, Sir," he pleaded, and Brent's cock bounced. The raw desire in the cervine's words was fucking hot.

"And mine?" the big stallion asked.

"Please, Sir...please, yes..." He wrapped his hands around Chev's cock again, licking it and moaning. "Yes, Sir...yes, Sir..."

"Get your clothes off, then."

Corey shot to his feet so quickly that he got a head rush and had to be supported by the two stallions for a moment before frantically starting to undress. He managed to undo three buttons on his shirt before getting frustrated and simply ripping the rest off, and his belt was hurled away like a shot to land somewhere unnoticed as his pants fell to his ankles. A respectable length of deer cock stood upright between his legs, above an adorably fluffy pair of balls, but Chev wasn't interested in any of that. One hand took the deer's side and turned him around before pushing him face-down across the single bed, his ass on one side, his front sticking off the other.

Chev grabbed the deer's tail as he pushed the cervine's thighs wider with his legs, lifting the fluff and motioning with his head. "What do you think of that, son?" he asked. A clean pink anus quivered before them, pulsing in and out as the deer's muscles flexed. Brent stared at it lustfully, but found his mind half-distracted with the thought of how much he enjoyed his father talking about his date's hole like it was just a thing for them to use. A toy, just as he'd said earlier. A hot, tight, eager hole for him to share with his father.Fuck yes.

"I think it's fucking hot, Dad," he said.

"Does it make you hard?" his father asked.

"Harder than you do."

"Hey now, I didn't teach you to lie." But the older stallion had a massive smirk on his face as he leaned over to pick up the tube he'd dropped on the bed and handed it to his son. "Here. The missing ingredient in your plans for a night of deer-fucking."

Brent looked down at a tube of lubricant in his hands. "Ah."

"Guess I'll be teaching you anal after all, son," his father said.

Images whipped through Brent's head of himself in Corey's position, legs spread wide, moaning and begging as his father's fantastic cock plundered him. Or, even more desirable: the opposite. Treating his father's body as his personal fairground and riding it every which way. Pumping his little colts inside his father, over and over and over. He'd asked for it so many times, but Dad had been adamant. They had a lot of fun together, but the first ass his son fucked would to someone else. But then...

Brent met his father's eyes. "So, does that mean, after this...?"

Chev turned and pressed his body hard against his son's, his cock like a bar of furnace-iron between him. His mouth sought out his son's ear, and when he spoke, Brent almost fainted from how hard his dick got.

"All bets are off after tonight, son." Hot breath blew against Brent's ear. "You're mine - and I mean mine." Brent felt one of his father's hands slide down his back and stop just at the base of his tail. "Everything you do to this deer, I'm gonna do to you ten times over. A hundred." His tongue slid down Brent's face, tasting the sweat, and another hand slid across his chest. "A thousand. So, you'd better give it all you got."

"And everything you do to me - I'll do back to you," Brent promised. He turned and kissed his father deeply, then bit his lower lip. "You slutty old whore."

"Open the lube," Chev growled, in between heavy pants, "and get to fingering this horseslut, or I'll break you in myself." A final slap on the ass-cheek and he stepped away from his son, black as night, hard as sin. His pupils were so dilated, his eyes looked as black as the rest of him. Brent blew his father a cheeky kiss and squeezed some lube out into his palm.

"Tell me what to do, Dad."

His father directed him as if they were crafting an amateur porn video. Corey's hole was as tight as every virgin was, but it welcomed Brent's probing fingers easily enough once they were slathered in lubricant. Brent couldn't believe how hot the stag's inner body was, and how soft. He stroked the cervine's muscles and watched the quivers run along his back and make his antlers shake like branches in a breeze. And when the colt found the spot inside his date that his father guided him towards, the quivering changed to full-blown shudders, and his soft panting to loud, pleading bleats that the horse would have called agony at any other time.

"He's ready, son," Chev noted. While his son opened the deer up, he had remained standing by the stag's head, amusing himself by alternately resting his balls upon Corey's nose, and letting the cervine suckle on them. Now he walked around and rested a hand on Brent's back. "He can fit a good couple inches of you in at this point. You're still going to need to take it slow, though." He demonstrated with his own cock. "Lube yourself up, and press your flare very gently against the ring, like this..."

Brent panted as he lined himself up. His flare looked far too large to fit, but it surely must. He'd seen endless porn of horses fucking deer even more lithe than Corey. He leaned into it when his father pressed a hand on his back, and felt the blunt end slide slightly inward. Fuck...the heat of his date against his sensitive cockskin was unbelievable. He wanted to just thrust deeper, to surround his dick with that sensation.

But his father knew. "You'll get there," he assured his son. "But slow, slow...don't change the pace, just let it slip in, as natural as anything..."

The quiet schlorp when the flare finally made it in was exquisite, and Brent's arm shot out to grasp his father's shoulder for support. "Fffffuuuuuuuck..."

Chev grinned. "That's it. That's the stuff." He pressed against his son's back. "You can go a little faster now. The flare's the hard part."

"It's all hard." Brent shook his head. "Fuck, I'll never be soft again. It's so fucking good, Dad."

"I know, son. Just keep pressing in...but you can start pulling back as well. And then push in again. Fuck that sweet hole nice and slow with your pretty dick, son, until this cute horseslut's singing your name."

Brent did as his father told him, alternately pushing deeper and pulling out. The deer's muscles clamped around him like they never wanted him to leave, which was probably true. And as the son worked his ass, the father walked back around to Corey's face. His monstrous dick hadn't softened an iota throughout, and all the big stallion had to do was tap the cervine on the nose and say, "Open." The deer's mouth opened, and Chev inserted his cock and began fucking the deer's throat with grunts and snorts of equine pleasure.

The two stallions bred their respective ends of the deer for a while, each lost in the pleasures of the buck. Brent laughed in disbelief when his sheath finally pressed into the deer's ass, and he paused to look over at his father. "I...I hilted in him, Dad." Chev was holding the base of the deer's antlers, using them as handles to fuck his face at various speeds and angles, lustful amusement on his face.

"Good boy, son," Chev said. "How does it feel?"

"He's so tight," Brent gasped. He thrust uncertainly, burying his entire cock inside the deer each time, making the cervine grunt happily. The horse's balls swung forward and kissed the stag's own every time he did so. "I... I thought the play would...loosen him up..."

Chev was looking down at Corey's face with a pleased expression as the young buck serviced his cock like it was the greatest thing he'd ever tasted. "Deer are always tight, son," he rumbled. "Like their asses are made of rubber. It's what makes them so much fun." He tightened his grip on the buck's antlers and dragged the deer off his cock; the long, dark meat slurped out of the moaning cervine and fell back against the stallion's thigh with a wet schlock. "Let me try him."

Brent huffed and pulled out, his own cock making a similar noise and leaving a winking, lube-covered hole asking for a new entrant. Corey didn't say a word; he merely gasped and shivered every time the horses talked about him like he was their toy. Chev grunted in satisfaction when he saw the progress his son had already made, and he slipped one finger inside to stroke the deer's inner muscles. Brent stroked himself as he watched.

"Fuck!" he said in surprise. "Still so tight?" He pressed a second finger into the deer and Corey cried out, twisting like a snake upon the bed and pressing his ass closer to the invading digits, fingers gripping the covers. "Look at how much he likes it, son," Chev said, rapidly finger-fucking the stag. "Deer love things inside them. Well...I say things, but I mean dick. Horsedick, preferably. They're practically made for it." He smirked and paused, letting the deer's moans lower in volume before he shoved his digits hard back up into him, making the cervine scream in pleasure all over again. "Like playing a sexy instrument," he marvelled. "You two are going to have a lot of fucking fun, huh?"

The fingers slipped out as Corey mumbled his pleasure-dulled agreement and was replaced by the head of the big stallion's blunt-force cock. That got the deer's attention, and Brent saw his muscles stiffening. "I'd better get a taste of you before my son's pretty cock loosens this hole up even more, hm?" Chev called to him, and Corey nodded vaguely. As the horse started to press in, the deer's hands tightened to claws against the bed, and his head rose in an increasing cry that ended with a screamed bleat.

Chev paused. "Should I stop, cute thing?"

"No!" The deer screamed it. "More! Please, Sir, please...I...I didn't know...oh, fuck, it feels good...you're so big...fuck me, Sir, please fuck me, I need it, I'm such a slutty deer, Sir, I need your horsecock..."

The big stallion chuckled. "Someone's found his voice suddenly, huh? Ah, deer are such fun." He casually stroked his son's wet cock with one hand and reached forward to grip one of Corey's antlers with the other. "There's some good stuff I can teach you boys...but there's plenty of time for that later." His eyes focused on the deer before him. "I think my son has prepared you sufficiently, horseslut. Let's put some colts in this ass, hm?"

Chev gave no more warning than that. The first rough thrust buried half the stallion's dick inside Corey with a sound like a log sinking into quicksand, and the stag's upper body flexed towards the ceiling with a scream and a prayer. The hand on his antler kept him in place, though, and Chev pulled back a couple of inches before slamming in again, forcing another couple of inches of his thick shaft into the quivering male. His long face was fixed into a greedy snarl as he hammered the deer's hole, each impact fitting a little more of his fat horsecock inside the helpless sub. Corey's hole flexed and sucked around the monster inside him, all muscle control surrendered to the stallion's assault.

It was the hottest thing Brent had ever seen - made infinitely more so by the discovery of how filthy his father's mouth became when he fucked an ass.

"You like my cock, horseslut?" he growled. Corey could only moan, but Chev didn't seem to be listening. "You like it when I pound my big dick into you? You've got a nice fucking ass." He whinnied loudly. "So fucking tight. Love fucking a virgin ass. Horse dick's the best dick for breaking in an ass, too. My flare's gonna open you up so good...you'll have no trouble fitting any other stallion in here after this, horseslut."

Brent stopped jerking off and wrapped his arms around his father, rubbing his cock against his father's side and feeling his sire's powerful muscles flexing as he listened to the dirty monologue. He moaned and tucked his muzzle into the nape of his father's neck, kissing and licking him as the huge Friesian repeatedly rammed his incredible prick into his son's erstwhile date and continued to taunt him.

"Bet you didn't think your evening would turn out like this, huh, horseslut? Ass-fucked by two horny stallions? Must be a fucking dream come true." Brent's father chuckled deeply. "Sure is for me..."

"You like fucking my date, Dad?" Brent asked. He slid a hand down his father's fantastic chest and wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, feeling it throb as his father's hips slid back and forth. "You like feeling him wrapped around your cock, you stud?" He ground his dick harder against his father, smearing his thigh with pre-cum. "It's incredible watching you fuck, Dad...makes me so fucking horny..."

His father growled in response and rammed even harder into the deer. "This'll be you soon enough, boy," he boasted. "Your ass can taste your daddy's dick at last."

"Fuck yeah, Dad," Brent moaned. "And your cum. All your delicious cum, from those massive heavy balls. Fuck that horseslut harder, Dad, remind him who his Sir is. Fuck your big load into him so I can fuck mine in right after..."

"Horse cum is the best lube," Chev agreed. The hand that had been playing with his son's dick rose and took the deer's second antler in its grip. "I'll pump a nice thick load into this horseslut for you to cum into, son..."

"Do it, Dad," Brent urged. "I wanna feel your dick cumming. I wanna hear you blow your load, you fucking stud stallion..."

"Hrrrr..." was the growled reply he got this time as his father intensified his grip on the deer's antlers and fucked as hard as he could. He was a machine. Brent lowered his nose to dip it into his father's armpit and smell the gorgeous scent of stallion musk that filled it, before returning to his father's neck and then his ear.

"Do it, Dad...do it, stud...cum for me, cum for your son...cum as hard as you did when you made me..."

"Ohhhh..." Corey hadn't said a word for ages, but something made him moan now. Dad's flare must be growing inside him. He was close. Brent quickly cupped his father's balls in his palm; they were half-retracted already, and still rising. He stroked them as he kissed his father's neck, every sense on edge for that final special moment...

"Guuuhhh...hhhAAAAAAAAA...!"

Yessss. Brent felt the Friesian stud's balls quiver in their sack, and his father's body tense. As his father stopped thrusting, his son wrapped both hands around the stallion's huge cock, feeling it pulse with each shot of semen that it was expelling deep, deep inside the horseslut his son had brought home to fuck. "Yes, Dad," Brent moaned, "cum for me, stud-daddy.." The throbbing felt like it took forever to end, and when it did, his father's form was covered in sweat and trembling. The old stallion had completely expended himself. Wonderful.

"My turn, Dad," Brent murmured, and his father shuddered and took a step back, pulling his still-swollen cock from the deer's wide, abused hole with a tremendous rush of semen and a squelch when the flare itself popped free. Cum flowed freely from inside the stag; no time to waste. Brent slapped his hands to Corey's hips and thrust his painfully hard prick as deep as it would go in a single motion.

There was never going to be even a hint of resistance. His father's huge dick had loosened the deer up so much, Brent could probably have fitted his entire arm inside - but his cock would do. The deer's inner depths felt transformed compared to earlier; looser, of course, but now velvety-smooth with stallion cum, and fluttering against his flesh with each inward stroke. The wonderful cum that filled Corey flowed around his member, heating it and making every thrust feel like he was fucking an organ tailor-made for him. Perhaps it was; perhaps Dad was right, and deer were made for this. And there were so many deer out there...

But none of them were horses - and none of them were his father.

Brent closed his eyes and fucked as fast as he could, mouth hanging open, moaning happily to hear the sloppy wet sounds his dick made, and to imagine how it was his father's cum making them. His father the stud, the hottest stallion he knew, had nutted in this horseslut barely a minute ago and here he was, reaping the results. It was his father's dick that had made Corey feel this amazing. Dick and cum, cum and dick...everything Brent lusted after in a stallion had been fucking this hole moments before. He'd show his father how much he appreciated him. He'd make him proud.

"Oh fuck, Dad...your cum is amazing..." His father's hand rested on his back - and then slid down to just above his tail. "I wish this was you, Dad," Brent moaned. "I wish this was your hole I was fucking, stud..." The hand slid lower, a finger teasing at his doughnut. "I wanna fuck you and make you scream when you feel my hot cum blasting your insides..." The finger pressed in, and Brent roared like a breeding stud.

The mental image of fucking his father - the same one that he used to climax whenever he masturbated - worked just as well when his dick was buried fifteen inches inside a deer's rump, with an inch of his father's finger inside him. He felt every crease and bend on that finger when his muscles clamped down on it, and his flare ballooned to its full size inside his date. There was a long moment of exquisite, building agony - and then his orgasm came crashing down.

The power of the first shot made him groan in pain from how tightly his balls contracted, but that was quickly lost in the overwhelming pleasure. His cock thrummed with power as he pumped every drop of his issue into Corey's slack, willing body. He could feel his own cum sloshing about inside the deer's looseness, feel the heat of it as it mingled with his father's own offering. He kept pounding, the cum now too much to be contained, squirting out around his shaft as his flare scooped it out in great white globs and splattering onto the bedspread and further, soaking his legs.

On and on it went...and then it ended. From white-hot furnace to grumbling red throb, to a single line of pleasure that ran from the bottom of his nutsack to the tip of his softened dick and slowly, slowly faded to memory. He pulled out, at last, and his father caught him as he stumbled. "Oh, shit," was the most descriptive thing he could think to say, and his father chuckled.

"Good, huh?" He stroked a few sweat-soaked mane-hairs out of his son's face. "Looked like you really blew a big one there." He pointed, and Brent followed his finger to the sight of a puffy red anus, clenching every few seconds and expelling another squirt of semen. "Look at that. A bit of you, a bit of me. All mixed together." He hugged his son.

Brent stared. "Mostly me, let's be honest. You probably shot dust into him, old horse."

"Mhm." His father let the jibe slide with a good-natured smile. "My dust felt good though, didn't it?"

"So fucking good." Brent lifted his head and kissed his father's sweaty cheek. "We gotta do that again."

"Yeah, well...just give me some time to recover. I'm not made of sex like you."

"Actually, you fucking are, stud."

Chev smirked. "Best son." He nodded in the direction of the deer that lay, exhausted, on the bed. "Now be a good host and go check on your date."

Brent walked gingerly over to Corey's face, lowering himself to his haunches to meet the deer's eyes. The stag was breathing deeply, each breath out including a whimper and a flutter of eyelids. When Brent's hand touched his cheek, they flew open.

"Sir," he moaned. "I... I made a mess." His pupils were unfocused, and drool was running from one corner of his mouth. "And... another mess. And more..."

Brent smiled. "It was fucking great, Corey."

"Thank you, Sir," the deer replied. Behind him, Brent could see his father holding the deer's tail up high and admiring what he'd left behind. "Does Sir...need a cleaning...?"

"I'm fine-" Brent began.

"I do!" his father interrupted, striding over. He slapped his cock onto the deer's muzzle, and Corey lifted his face and swallowed the half-flaccid cock with an addled smile. As he began to suckle and lick the stallion's cock clean, Chev looked at his son.

"So... are you two an item now?" he asked curiously.

"Dad!" Brent exclaimed. "Can you not even wait until he's not sucking your fucking dick? And anyway, it's only been one date! And..." And Corey was ass-up for most of it and didn't do much talking. "I don't think we wanna rush into anything."

"You sure rushed into his ass when I pulled out."

"Spur of the moment decision."

"Cock of the moment, you mean." Chev put a hand on Corey's head and patted it, making the stag look up adoringly. "Are you going to go out with my son again, horseslut?"

The deer allowed the glistening horsecock to fall from his lips. "Oh, yes please, Sir."

"Are you just saying that because we fucked that virgin ass all the way from zero to ultra horseslut in one night and now you're addicted and want more?" Chev asked.

The deer blushed. "No, Sir. Brent is a lovely horse, Sir. B-but...if Sir or his son needs relief, I..." He sighed. "I am here for stallion use, Sir." He took the Friesian's cock back into his mouth and continued sucking.

Chev slipped an arm around his son. "Told you," he said triumphantly. "And I fucking bet you he'd have loved to have been gagged throughout, too." Corey's sudden grunt of delight at that idea confirmed it. "Like I said: you two are going to have so much fun."

"I agree," Brent said, sliding his arm around his father and down, until his fingertip found the muscular ring waiting under his sire's tail. He circled it lazily. "But don't forget: there's three of us..."

Chev shot a lusty grin at his son.