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Being a father isn't easy, anyone will tell you that. Being a father, and single is worse. Being a father, single, and with a snotty just turned adult colt is even harder. Add into that being bi and trying to explain that to your son and things can get tricky. Especially with my colt, Calvin. Don't get me wrong, its not that he's a bad foal...er guy. Far from it! He's big-hearted and well-intentioned, but it's just that sometimes he can be a bit much. He's just getting into his prime stallionhood and knows it. Isn't that how it always goes? You think your colt is a colt until...well until he isn't. One day he's playing with little toy tractors, and getting into games of hide and seek with the neighbor kids, and the next he's stealing your porno mags and acting like a, well, a headstrong a young stallion.

Just before graduation, he started going out all night. Yeah, and maybe I didn't call him out too much when he'd drink. Sure he was underage, but well, we all were at one point right? So it fell to me to have to call the school and make excuses, then lecture him when he woke up groggy, his black mane obscuring his obstinate face, as he'd mutter 'yes dad, no dad' at me. But then he'd apologize, and I'd be mollified. Then rinse and repeat. Not too often, but often enough. Of course, then he'd do something to negate any bad things he'd done. Like that time he stood up to a delicate feline kid who was being bullied at school, taking a punch to the snout intended for the smaller kit, then beating the bigger bovine bloody. Or there was the time he helped an old doe who'd collapsed at the store. He'd been watching the poor old deer for a few seconds, sensed something was wrong when her words slurred and quickly caught her before she hit the ground, calmly telling the cashier to call 911 while holding the old cervine's hand and joking with her until the paramedics arrived and she realized she'd forgotten to take her blood pressure medication.

It was times like those that my heart swelled and Cal made me proud to be his sire. That's when I knew that any brattiness or stubborn headstrong antagonistic stallionhood would eventually fade, and he could be forgiven. I mean, what father wouldn't be proud to have a son like that?

Such a sweet colt. I should mention his mother was my best friend. Yeah, I identify as gay, but I'm bi and back then, well, if you wanted a family, you married and had kids regardless of who you liked. She was sweet, and such a beauty. A little Palomino, with the clearest blue eyes you ever saw, and of course he'd take after her; shorter, thinner, sleeker, and with her coloring as well. He was nothing like me, physically anyway. I was glad for that too. It's hard being a draft. Finding shirts or pants that fit is an absolute nightmare. God I hated going to the store. 'Drafts R Us' and trying to squeeze into something that wasn't ugly. Even as a draft I'm big. And that's annoying sometimes. Not to mention there's the intimidation factor. Guys think I'm going to, I don't know, eat them alive? Punch them if I get mad? Nah, I'm a big softy at heart. Of course, Cal was more like his mom there too. Sweet-natured, and a bit of a spitfire.

Yeah, Cal is a great colt...kid, er, young stud. And that, him being a young stud, there is where things got tricky. He's a stud, for sure, and with that comes the snotty attitude. He doesn't know his limits, and, I'm too soft on him sometimes. I get flustered around him and don't know what to say. I mean, I was probably the same way as a colt, and the last thing I want to do is screw up. So sometimes I get nervous. Plus we're so different. I'm a big bulky draft, and he's not. Takes after his mom like I said. I'm a good seven feet, pushing three hundred pounds of dark almost black bulky brute draft, and he's Shorter, slender, palomino. You know, nothing like me at all.

Well, I thought nothing like me that is until I found the porno mag he'd swiped from my stash. The gay porn mag I liked best. "Studly Studs." The guy on the cover was a hot one that's for sure, a big grey draft like me with a knowing smirk and a good 12" of hard thick horsecock on page 37. Double fold out. I thought maybe I'd accidentally left it somewhere and he picked it up. Then I realized, no, I keep them in a box under my bed, and he, well he'd had to have gone to the stack to find this one midway down. But why this mag? Why any mag at all? It's not like he couldn't have found porn online. Maybe he was afraid I would find his search history.

How did I know he swiped it? I found it in his backpack. He'd called one day just after the start of class realizing he'd forgotten it and wanted me to bring it to him. So I snatched it from his bed, and the mag tumbled out. I stood there for a few minutes dumbfounded. So I'd replaced the mag back in my room where it had been before Cal snagged it.

I drove to the school deep in thought and dropped the book bag off at the office trying to think about how to best address this issue. Not of borrowing a mag, no, but about being gay. Or maybe bi. Anyway, I figured I'd talk with him, you know, give him the old father-son "so you're a stallion now" chat. You know, be progressive and understanding.

Yeah sure. It didn't go well. Instead of preparing or anything, I just went for it. Caught him just after we'd finished dinner, and well, my lack of planning just made the situation uncomfortable.

"You know, Cal, you can tell me things."

"Huh?" His green eyes bored into mine, his brow creased. "About what?"

"Well, you know. Stuff. Like...Like that mag you borrowed. It's ok, I'm not mad... it's ok if you like guys. I like guys. I mean, always did. Someday you may find out you're curious about guys...you know...and you will want to do things..." Honestly, I don't remember everything I said. I kind of babbled I guess as he just stared at me, his muzzle slightly open in surprise.

"Its OK to like guys, why, I liked...like guys, you know, they're hot, muscular, good looking, you know, you should have no trouble with that...I mean obviously...well you are my son after all....but...."

God why did I say that? I stammered for a bit, tried to take it back.

"Not that I'm your type, nah, I mean you could have anyone with your looks and genes, heh so yeah..."

I wished I could have stopped. Man, I felt stupid, like some dewy-eyed colt with a crush on my son. So I headed to new territory, straight into sex safety, what to expect. After about ten minutes I'd realized I'd been rambling I felt flushed, awkward, and he just stared at me with those green eyes of his, his face expressionless as if I was telling him about the weather.

"...and that's why anal can be tricky you know, just remember lube it's important. Oh, and it's hard since we're, you know, equine. Well, you'll find someone you like someday. For me there was this cute stallion at work once, and he was younger but nice and he, he was...like you, you know, um...nice and stuff...."

Without warning my words failed me. I felt hot, flushed, flustered like my fur was buzzing with a million bees. Then I saw it, that smirk of his.

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"Um...." My tongue felt like glue in my muzzle, sweat began to prickle at the base of my mane. His eyes were sparkling.

My colt sighed and chuckled. "Are you done? Wow how did I _miss _that I'm gay. Or maybe bi right? Thank you _so _much for telling me. I was sooooo confused before. But now, yeah, I'm soooo gay." He stuck his tongue out and winked at me. I felt hot and cold all over. Stretching he got up and my eyes following him as he yawned, his shirt riding up a little showing off his taut abs. I must have stared a little as I heard him chuckle.

"My eyes are up here dad..." he smirked clasping my broad shoulder with his smaller hand and leaned in, his snout only an inch of mine. He barely had to stoop as I was almost as tall while sitting as he was while standing. "Hey, Guess what? I need to go buy some dildos now and maybe some lube since my secret's out, and I might as well use that helpful tip you gave me about stretching was it? Yeah. Gotta go open my hole up since it is obvious you're into me. Right? Right. So yeah, I'll be in my room later this evening, you know, practicing. It's ok if you want to peek in."

My muzzle gaped. "What?"

So with shoulders shaking in laughter, he strode out, his tail held banner-high obviously pleased with himself.

That was Cal. Such a little shit, but that attitude was why I liked him so much. I'd push back too you know. "You wish son...you wish" I chuckled after him. For one second that comment made me pause. Why had I said it? Sometimes I just let my mouth run I guess.

I got up from the kitchen table and plodded to the living room. The house was getting a bit on, just like me easing myself into my shabby yet comfortable recliner I reached to the bookshelf I kept next to the chair and found the photo album. The pages creaked as I opened it, and there it all was, the last twenty years of my life. All of it devoted to raising Cal after his mom died in birth. There were so many memories in there. Pictures of him as a foal, as a young colt, of his mom before she died, of that trip Cal and I took to the ocean. He'd been so scared of the waves. He'd run away every time they came crashing in, his hooves a blue, his green eyes wide. There was another one, of him and me standing next to each other a couple of years ago at the wharf.

God we look so different, Cal and I. It'd been like raising a small male copy of his mom, only a little taller and more muscular, and every bit of him almost the opposite of me. Where I'm tall and broad, he's shorter and slender. Where I keep my mane long, he keeps his short. No one would have guessed he was my son. We're just entirely too different. Except we both have the same little strawberry-shaped mark in our fur on the back of our left shoulder. Other than that, every picture was a different reminder as to how dissimilar we were. His bay to my grey, my broad shoulders to his slender, and even the most recent pictures showed how short he was compared to me, his ear tufts barely touching my chin.

That muscle tone though was about the only thing he inherited from me minus a small diamond of black right at the back of his neck which matched mine. That mark is very distinctive, and it if weren't for that, it wouldn't be possible to tell we were related. For me, I always put muscle on easily and kept in shape easily. That draft lineage came in for something more useful than being able to reach the tall shelf at the store. I put muscle on easily, and easily kept in shape. I did have a well-used weight set in the garage this day now that I'd gotten older but, when I was younger, I never needed to lift weights to put on muscle.

I'd shown Cal how to work out using the weights, but he never did. Not that I saw anyway. He was smaller than me, slender but well-muscled. That slender build was why I liked his mom. That and of course that spitfire attitude.

I'd put the album away, grabbed a beer from the fridge, and settled in to watch my shows, putting thoughts about my son aside. I must have fallen asleep at some point, the sound of the door opening Cal came home woke me with a start. Yellow porch light framed him as he stood there, wavering slightly, obviously little drunk, a black bag held loosely in his left hand, the gold lettering on the black plastic proudly proclaimed "Sally's Sex Shop. All your needs filled." And an obvious bulge of something bulky and quite heavy as the bag swayed along with my son.

"Hey Pop! Heh, did m'shopping. Got supplies. Yeah. Some nice lube and a thick ole dildo." He trotted in a little unsteadily, his mane tousled and his eyes merry with mischief. "Have fun with yer news and stuff. 'M gonna go, you know...practice!" He winked as he trotted past my chair and down the hall wavering a little, his bedroom door shutting with a soft click.

God, did he buy a dildo? So he was into guys. Huh. He sure was going to have a hangover tomorrow. Not that I cared. He had to learn somehow.

I sat there a little while, my mind flipping back to the bag and its supposed contents. Such an ass! Damn. Does he have any idea how long its been since I had been with a guy? How much I envied his ability to just go out? What was I thinking? I could go out anytime I wanted. It's just that I had work in the mornings.

Yeah, that's why I didn't go out and find a nice colt to breed. I snorted at the thought. It sure had been a while. How long now? A year? Two? The last was that time Cal was gone on that camping trip with his class I think. Ah well. No time to dwell on that. It was time for bed. God that bed was going to feel good even if it was a bit empty. I flicked the tv off and headed down the hall past Cal's room to my own. That's when I heard it. The soft sound of what could only be porn coming from my son's laptop in his room. Slowly I crept back to the door, my breath a little ragged from nerves as I tried not to make a little noise.

I could hear it, the sound of cheesy bad gay porn, the campy dialogue, and the rhythmic grunting coming from his little laptop was unmistakable. What was I doing? Why was I listening in? The thought that I was doing something as risqué as listening in on my son made my sheath plump out a little. Then something made my sheath plump a little more. The dialogue, though badly written and acted out was hot. Some father/son role-play was going on in whatever my son was listening to.

"...ah...so big...such a big daddy hoss.."

Wait, that was Cal! Not the porno! My breath caught for a second, my deep brown eyes going wide with what I was hearing. My bulge got more uncomfortable as I listened in, the tightness of my jeans making me squirm. I listened harder. Was that the sound of lube on skin? I heard my colt huff a few times as if he was struggling.

"so...so thick dad. God...spreading me open..."

Was my son practicing like he said? My fingers stroked around my bulge as I listened.

"Fuck...that's a real daddy cock for sure...oh...and it all fits. Fuck I bed I'd be able to...to take him I bet...so big...."

I must have made some sound, maybe a whimper or a little yelp, for everything went quiet on the other side of the door. No porn nothing. Seconds passed, maybe a minute, then the porno resumed, picking up right where it left off. So did Cal.

"Fuck yeah." His voice was low, husky even. "That's it dad...right...there..."

Dad? Did he say dad? No, he didn't. He couldn't have! NO! I backed up as quietly as I could, slowly creeping back into my room, shutting the door as quietly as I could. With my back against the cool wood I tried to catch my breath, my brain just a little broken from what I'd heard. Softly I stepped over and sat on the edge of my bed and sat there for what felt like was half the night, my mind trying to process what I'd heard. Had he been thinking of me? It was a ridiculous thought. It was preposterous. What son would think of his father like that? For that matter, I kept asking myself, why did it bother me so much? Why was I fixated on this? Was it because I loathed the idea, or did it turn me on?

That thought made me stop. I wasn't always a big thinker, but this was a topic I'd never thought about. Not ever. But sometimes there were things I did think through carefully. Like why I was attracted to stallions as well as fillies. Like when I came to terms with being bi. Coming to terms with the type of studs I preferred. The smaller, sleaker ones with muscular butts and fiery attitudes turned me on. Like Virginia, like cal. So, is that what was making me uncomfortable? Did Cal turn me on?

I had to admit that he did. That shorter thinner frame, that alluring smile, his tight little rump. Oh yes. That turned me on. I could see it in my mind, Cal with a dildo and lube, slowly lowering himself down into that thick tool, his green eyes piercing into mine, his lips parted as he panted softly at the effort. Maybe he'd mouth off a little at me, maybe urge me on a little, knowing how uncomfortable I was about fucking my son.

No doubt about it, I felt my sheath plump at the thought. I slid my hand down and felt around my coronal ridge, feeling the bumps. Was this right? It felt good, that was for sure, and those images stayed with me. I could almost imagine hearing him whimper and pant as he lowered himself down, inch by inch.

A soft whinnying moan escaped my throat as my left hand cupped my heavy orbs, my right hand slowly stroking my shaft, the soft palm fur tickling just the way I liked, my pre beginning to soak my palm as it oozed from my tip.

"fuck dad...fuck fuck fuck..."

For a second I thought he was in the room with me, but no, the sound had come from the air vent. I could hear him! Perfectly still I listened.

"oh God...yeah...like that. Harder, yeah dad. Oh God! Yeah! Ung ooooh"

I knew that sound all too well. The sound of release from a pent up stallion. That sound alone drove me over the edge, my beer-can thick cock pulsed once, twice, and on the third hot thick cum fountained up, raining down on my pumping hand, my thighs, and into the sheets as they grew sticky with stallion seed.

That felt wrong but so good at the same time.

Calming down I huffed hugely out my nose, the smell of my cum hung heavily in the air. Damnit! I'd have to do laundry tomorrow. Raising off the bed slowly, trying not to get any more cum on the sheets or floor I reached for a discarded shirt on the floor and wiped down my fur.

"Ah, crap. Ah well, laundry tomorrow." I sighed.

Making as little noise as possible I pulled the cum soaked sheets from the bed and dumped them in the hamper. As I remade my bed my mind was calmly at ease. There wasn't anything I could do about my attraction. It was something I'd have to deal with one day at a time.

The next morning as I made my way about the kitchen making my breakfast, my colt didn't meet my eyes and was much was quieter than normal. He brooded as he lowly chewed his way through his porridge before leaving for the day to go hang out with friends, or wherever. He was probably hungover. Yeah right.

When he did come home later he made things better by avoiding me like the plague. The rest of the day was like that. As soon as I'd get near him he'd leave whatever room he was in. I chalked it down to his hangover. That day. But it didn't stop. The next few days were like that. Meals became a chore to get through. Instead of a pleasant banter, uneasy silence settled in around us. I thought about talking to him. About what happened, but then things changed again. A few days later I couldn't shake him. He was always around me, sitting next to me on the couch, following me around, joking, making small talk, finding excuses to be near me.

"Dad did you see this story online?"

"Dad did you hear about Uncle Mack?"

"Dad, did you see what Mr. Johnson next door did?"

It was all I could do to find a few minutes of peace and quiet. After a few days though, things returned to normal. For the most part that is. Sometimes I'd catch him staring at me. Those green eyes glued to me as if waiting for me to do something. I'd be sitting in my chair watching tv when I'd spy him looking at me from across the room. Or outside in the garden, I'd turn around only to see him looking at me, a smile on his face. He'd always start a little as if shocked I caught him looking, but he'd always grin and go about his business. I figured I'd have to talk to him about this sudden change, but never really got the chance. A few days after the last time I caught him watching me, he left for college.

He was off to state to study pharmacology. My colt was no slouch when it came to schoolwork and for all of his hard play and coming home late, he was also a hard worker. His grades were stellar, just like mine had been in school, but unlike me, he was going to college. After a few days of hard work all of his things he was taking were packed in boxes and everything else was ready to go into storage. I helped him move what we could into his car that night standing in the door of his room a little sweaty and tired from the work, the cool evening breeze from the window in his room slowly drying the sticky sweat from my fur.

"Well, thanks dad, really." He shuffled one hoof and running his hand through his mane. It'd been years since I saw him look shy in any way, his green eyes glinting slightly.

"Hey, no problem Cal, I'm going to miss ya." I patted his arm and looked into his eyes.

The speed with which he hugged me was surprising, so was the fact that he buried his muzzle in my chest and sighed, his warm breath huffing into my sweat-soaked shirt. "Me too dad."

I chuckled deep in my chest and patted his back, my arm easily draping across his shoulders, pulling him into me in an easy embrace. "Hey son, It's ok, come home when you want. You have a key." A few moments passed, and he seemed to snuggle in a little closer and sighed. Almost like when he was a colt, or how his mom would snuggle me sometimes. "Son, you....gonna be ok? About that talk..that night...and...ah...that night...I...heard...did you..."

I couldn't say it. I couldn't bring to ask him if he'd been thinking of me. Maybe I'd misheard him. Maybe. I needed to know, needed to ask about what I thought I'd heard, but I couldn't.

He pulled away quickly and laughed. "I'll be fine. Honestly...it was just awkward you know? That talk...and what I was feeling. I'm Ok. You know? I just didn't know...what to say." He rubbed his muzzle and sniffed a little. "It's not like I'll never see you again. And hey, at least now I know."

Wait, what? He knew what? I felt my neck flush, and a heat in my cheeks I hadn't felt in a few decades. What did he mean? "such a big daddy hoss." Those words began their echo through my head again. I needed to get over it! He's my son, and I was reading too much into this! Shaking my head I cleared ignored his statement. "Yeah son. So, it's fine. Just, well, you're my son. It's... it's fine to know." I wanted to shrink up and hide. I was mortified and there was nothing I could do about it.

The look he gave me could have been called 'old fashioned.' He knew. He knew I'd been listening now. He knew because I was uncomfortable. It was too much. I shuffled one hoof and rubbed the back of my neck, my long mane drenched in a nervous sweat. "Anyway good night. Wake me before you go?" He nodded and turned away from me, his sweat-soaked t-shirt sticking to his fur, outlining his lithe form. For one soft second, I thought I heard him chuckle before closing his door.

"Yeah. Night daddy hoss."

I stopped cold, my head reeling. I stood there for a few moments before shaking my head. What did it matter what he said? He was my son, and I still loved him. Even if he did have a thing for me or was just being an ass. Why should that bother me? It's not like we'd ever really do anything about it right?

That night it took me hours to fall asleep, my doubts about what I felt keeping me awake until I finally fell asleep around three am causing me to oversleep, and when I woke up, he was already gone.

***

It'd been years since I last lived on my own. The last time was for just a few months right after high school before Virginia and I got married. Then Cal came along, and well, that was that. Now? It was liberating and lonely at the same time. It took me a while to get used to it. For days on end, I'd wander around thinking I'd run into Cal. Or I'd call across the house to tell him something only to remember he wasn't there. But he was a good son and texted me every day.

"Got here fine."

"Having fun"

"Classes are easier than I thought."

I got a few pics from him as well. He and the guys. One tiger, one wolf, and four equines. He had a 'herd' to be around. It must have been nice for him, always going out, having people to be near, to have friends. He sent pics just about every day. Imaged of him lounging on the quad, out at coffee, and pics of his friends and teacher all came streaming in over the next couple of months. He was surrounded by new people, new places, and new experiences. It was touching that he wanted to share it with me, but it made me lonely. At least for a little bit, until I realized it was nice being on my own, and I too started to revel in new experiences. I began to go out more. Worry less. I sent him pics too. Of going out to dinner, heading out to a movie, even of a bar or two when I went out for drinks after work. I didn't send him pics of the 'other' bars I went to. You know, gay ones.

It'd been almost twenty years since I'd been to a bar, and well, the extra age and muscle added to my attractiveness with the guys apparently and my experienced there was nothing like when I was a young stud. Back in my 'prime' I would get hit on a few times now and then.

Now? I would barely get to the bar before someone was eying me up like I was dinner. More often than not some young twenty-something would buy me a drink. I had a few regulars too. A nice young slender lupine who enjoyed seeing how much bigger I was than him and reveling in the size difference.

It wasn't long before I was having way more sex than I had in a long time. Big daddy hoss dick is, apparently, always in demand by the younger set. That lupine was a favorite of mine to pound out my frustrations. Then of course I moved on to more interesting fare. I had a taste of everything over the next few months. Finally, I found one place I liked to go to. Shay's became my favorite. It was near the local community college and frequented by a lot of equines.

Don't ask me why I prefer equines, but I do. Small sexy ones are the best. It's probably why I got along with Cal's mom so well. There were plenty of equines at Shay's and quite a few of them were treated to an evening at my place. The thoughts I had of Cal and that night haunted me at first, especially when that young palomino I brought home and squealed as he rode me and told me my 'big daddy hoss cock' was perfect. I came right when he said that of course.

At first, that made me uncomfortable, but with time it began to turn me on. Of course, dirty talk began to turn me on too. "You like hoss cock huh? Yeah. Take that foalmaker deep in your hole boy, I know you can...." Yeah. They loved it, and so did I. I soon had a regular stream of dalliances. Palominos, bays, a few mountain ponies, and boy, did they like that daddy hoss dick. I liked them too, younger, eager, and hungry. Man, it just made my main twitch thinking about it.

And that brings me to that fateful night, Halloween. Cal still hadn't been home yet and wouldn't be this weekend. He was gonna stay up at state college, and well, I'd gotten used to going out to kick up my hooves once in a while. It'd been a week or so since I went out. I had a few sweet ciders and was enjoying the crowd at Shay's. Everyone had a mask on for the holiday. There was a feline with a horse mask, which was funny, a few of those plague doctor masks that make people look like a depressed penguin, and some rather creative ones like a dragon mask at one point. Me? I just went for one of those old-style opera masks. Not very original, but it worked. Also, I was going shirtless and in jeans. Why not right? I mean, I had the body for it, and since I was in my mid-forties I wasn't about to let something like being on display stop me! It worked to my advantage for sure as I was getting my fair share of glances.

Slowly I made my way to the dance floor, my height making it easy for me to see above all the other shorter furs. I felt a few wandering paws brush up against my sides and chest as I slid past.

The tempo of the music picked up and I began to sway with the beat recognizing a remix of some old 80's song I enjoyed when I was young. My eyes closed as I thought back to my own youth, thinking about Cal, how one of my friends from those days had looked similar to him. How his back had been tightly muscled, and how his black tail flagged and jerked when I blew my load inside of him.

I felt it then, a hand on my budge. Well, someone was adventurous! I nickered in pleasure. I liked 'em feisty for sure. I opened my eyes to see a young shirtless equine dancing in front of me, his unicorn mask obscuring his face in the dark, one hand gripping my throbbing shaft through the rough jean material.

"Very hot old man!" He quipped above the music. I leaned down and could smell an apple cologne on him. It was my favorite type. "Easy little colt, dunno if you could handle all I have to give," I shouted back over the music, my hands on his shoulders turning him around, pulling him into me. He gyrated a little bit and leaned back, his muzzle turning up to just below my ear.

"I sure could old man, my daddy's probably as big as you are..." His breath smelled like cider, like mine, his taut little rump pressed into my now almost painful bulge, the desire I felt at his words sending a tingle down my spine.

"Yeah, well my son would show you how to take it." I huffed back thinking of that night and what I'd felt. Especially in my sheath.

Slowly the young thing turned around, one hand around my waist, the other reaching into my jeans, his fingers brushing against my sheath...

"mmm such a big daddy hoss...."

The tone...the words made me freeze for a second, my swaying coming to a halt.

It couldn't be....

I could tell the youngster smiled by the sound of his voice. "Come on old man, I bet you could show me a thing or two...." He grabbed my hand and tugged.

Slowly I followed him to the back of the bar and out the rear entrance to the alley behind. The fetid smell of trash and booze was a little strong to my equine sensibilities, but to hell with it. In the dim light, I could see he took his mask off, I did the same pulling him close to me. The tips of his ears tickled the fur on my chin, his slender muscular form pressed against me. He tilted his head up and our lips met, my tongue delving into his sweet mouth tasting the apple cider he'd been drinking. Oh, he was a good kisser. Passionate, sensual, and so yielding. My big hand gripped his lower back, my right hand pulling him close. He felt so good against me, warm, tight, fitting against me as if he was made for me.

Slowly he broke the kiss. "Now then..." he chuckled breathily.

I felt his hand work against my jeans, the button fly giving him a moment of trouble. Finally, he reached in and hefted my shaft out, the cool night air making me nicker.

"Fuck daddy. You're a big one aren't you?" He huffed, his breath warm against my cockhead.

"Mmmph" I answered, my head swimming with desire. His tongue darted out and he licked around my coronal ridge. Oh, he felt good, his lips soft and warm as he slowly took my bulging head into his maw. So warm, so good. I heard him nicker in delight as he pulled off slowly. "Oooh a leaker too, just like my daddy..." He whispered.

Man, the daddy/son play had me hard. "Oh?" I asked gripping the base of my fat cock, milking it for him. "How do you know?"

"I'd sneak his boxers out of the laundry after he got home from work. They were always soaked with pre when he was worked up. I'd put them back the next day before he'd notice."

My ear flicked. "Heh, I always wondered if that's what my son would do. Sometimes they'd go missing for a bit you know?"

My breath caught as he gripped my shaft again and took as much of my cock into his muzzle as far as he could. Fuck he was good. Then he shifted and he was even better as my fat head pushed deep down his throat. He was still as I felt my sheath lips press against his muzzle, his breath a little raspy against my shaft. I let him do all the work as he worshiped my cock properly. Slowly he pulled off and licked a long runnel of precum off my shaft.

"Ok daddy, let's go to your place. What's the address, I'll meet you there." He stood up, his breath was quick as he pulled his phone out in the darkness.

"Not far, it's 1215 Elm."

Slowly I zipped my jeans up as I heard him chuckle.

"1215 huh?" He said throatily and coughed once.

"Yeah, just two blocks south of Maple." My fingers worked quickly as I stuffed my hard cock into my jeans, the shaft pressed tightly against my furred thigh, the mixture of saliva and pre matting my fur.

"Ok sexy, can you leave the door open? Just maybe wait for me on the couch naked?" He huffed quietly slipping his arms around my waist.

"Sure thing," I replied huskily kissing the sop of his mane between his ears, the tips barely visible in the moonless night.

His hoofbeats sounded as he walked down the alley. I headed the other, my car being in the opposite direction.

It took all of about five minutes to find my car, and drive the short distance home. I made it there before he did. Quickly I shucked my jeans off and grabbed the large bottle of lube, and made my way to the couch. I put some porn on, leaving the lights off, only the light from the tv softly lighting the room. It took a little longer than I thought it would for him to get there. I was about ready to flip off the TV thinking I'd been stood up.

His hooves clopped lightly on the walk outside the house before the door opened. He came in the unicorn mask back on his face.

"Mmmm...fuck." He said breathily looking at me. My dark grey dappled fur must have looked nice against the black leather couch. His jeans looked tight around his legs, his muscles very well defined on his sleek lithe body.

My hand slowed its work, gripping the base of my fat shaft, every vein visible along its length. The little guy would probably only be about half as long as me. Of course, that's not what I was concerned about.

With a fluid motion he shucked his jeans off, his cock springing up and slapping his belly.

"You might just be as thick as my daddy" He whispered, getting closer. I reached over and slicked my cock up with the lube I had.

"Why don't you see if it is for sure son?" I said gesturing to my mottled member.

In three steps he was in front of me, his pert little ass at muzzle level. He had an almost delicate scent to him. Just a whiff of masculine musk and that pervasive scent of apple cologne.

A soft nicker slipped from his throat as I pulled him closer, huffing against his cleft, my rough tongue slipping easily to his puckered hole. Gasping he pressed back as I began to taste him, pushing my tongue deep into his hole, slicking him up as best I could.

"Ooh daddy! Eager huh? Been a while since you fucked your boy?" He whispered, a soft delicate moan at the end."

"Mmmf!" I nodded lapping at his soft hole. I never had but there wasn't anything I could articulate with my muzzle full of his sweet ring and taint.

"let's fix that..." he shuffled around and straddled my broad waist, my long equine member jutting up. Leaning over, he aimed the broad tip of my flare against his furred rump and pushed himself against it, his eyes glistening in the dark like the pinpoints of gleaming diamonds.

"There you go son...easy ahhh!" I huffed as he pushed himself down on my rod, his ring spreading open, the lube making quick work of his ring as he slipped down the length a few inches.

"Ah yeah, dad!" His voice was a little huskier...

"That's it...slowly now, lower yourself down..." My hands gripped his sides and gently guided him down. The colt's hands slipped the mask off and he pulled his mane aside slowly as my medial ring, thicker than the rest of my shaft met his hole.

And there, just as the last of his mane slipped off his shoulder was my son's marking. The little strawberry-shaped mark. The one we both shared. I froze. That's when I realized I did recognize him, and I had only been fooling myself that this had been someone else. Someone else's colt. Cal turned his head slowly in the darkness. "Come on...just a little further." He urged. I froze, my cock throbbing inside my son. Heat coursed down my chest.

"Cal....I...."

Panic began to flood me. I felt hot, colt, and as if a million bees were buzzing in my head and I began to babble for a fraction of a second before my son kissed me, deeply. For an instant, I was torn between pushing him off and holding on to him forever. The latter won out as I returned the kiss, his warm breath filling me and warming me at the same time. After a few moments, we pulled apart.

I could hear his smile in the darkness. "Come on daddy, it's ok..." He pushed himself down further and gasped. "You are thick daddy...such a big daddy hoss..."_ _ he whispered, his voice a mirror of that night I stood behind his bedroom door.

That was all I needed really. He was an adult, and so was I. Fuck everything else.

"Yeah, I am thick son..." I pulled him down into my lap, his muscular ass resting tight against my sheath, he leaned back into my thick muscular chest and moaned. "Aaah yes...there you go nice and deep. Now...."

With a quick thrust upwards I bucked into him, a gasp ringing loudly in the dining room from deep in his throat, the porn on the tv all but forgotten. "now you want that daddy cock? Well...daddy's gonna fuck you."

Slowly I built a rhythm, for each buck up, he'd thrust down, grinding with each movement. "Ah....daddy yes...fucking deeeep aren't you?" He whinnied, his tongue sticking out slightly from his lips as he concentrated on squeezing my cock with his ass.

"Yeah son...I am...." I huffed. He was good, so good. I brushed my bared teeth against his neck nipping him slightly. He liked that, pressing down into me even harder.

Quickly I stood up, gripping him tightly against me, my arms bulging as I lifted him carefully keeping him impaled on my cock. Slowly I walked down the dark hall into his room, gently laying him face-first on the bed. "Now I'm going to fuck you properly Cal. A proper horse fuck son, a nice breeding rut. Think you can take that?"

"Ahh! Yeah Dad, I can. Please..." The whimper was submissive and he squirmed a little. With a quick movement, I turned him onto his back and stared into his clear blue eyes. "Yeah, you're my son, of course, you can. Oh and son, I think you're going to love this as much as I am...and as much as I love you..."

Before he could answer I kissed him again, putting all the passion I had into the kiss and with one deep thrust, I pushed myself as deep as I could into his guts, my lips devouring the squeals he was trying to make. Pulling back and up I looked down at his expression of shock. "Ok son, are you ready?" My hands gripped his hocks and spread him wide, angling his hips so I could drill deep into him.

"Fuck daddy! Oh God! Yes! Are you going to breed me, daddy? Are you going to seed your son?" His eyes were wide as I began to pump into him, his thinner cock leaking a mixture of cum and pre, the mottled pink and black cock bouncing with each thrust, his belly bulging where my rod pushed into him, reaching as deep as it could.

"Yes...ah....yes son I am....gonna pump you full of your daddy's foals." My deep voice rumbled as I pumped harder into him, the medial ring squelching as it pushed in, his hole swollen and puffing out as it pulled back. Harder and harder I pushed into him, each thrust more bestial than the last, my swollen orbs slapping into his tail.

"Fuck son...want my load?" I was getting close, my balls aching and rising, sweat matting my fur, my tail twitching as I stared deep into his eyes.

"Yeees daddy! Pleeeeeeaaaasssee!" He howled. My tail flagged at that and I felt it, the rush of cum as I pumped into him, rope after thick rope of horse seed spilling into my son and around my cock as I flooded him.

"Fuuck son yes....good boy Cal....good boy!" With a sudden jerk, his mottled dick twitched and shot his own load, a single long stream of milky horsecum streaking his chest, and chin. "ahhh!" He shouted as a second and third stream shot out.

"Fuck...fuck...fuck..." I panted as I slowly calmed down from my rut, my head, my mane streaming sweat down onto my son's heaving chest.

"Damn dad!" Cal chuckled. "Were you that pent up?"

I just nodded not knowing what do to now. His arms pulled me close and his soft lips brushed mine. "Its ok Dad. I love you, this changes nothing. Well, nothing in the grand scheme of things. I'm still your son. Now as to what I feel for you? Heh - I think it makes us closer. For instance, it makes me want to do this again!"

He squirmed against me and I felt the worry leave me.

"God...you really could take me...I'm...impressed." Slowly I pulled my softening cock from his now gaping hole as a flood of horse semen soaked his comforter.

"Well, I only had that dildo to practice on." He said it softly, almost as a whisper.

Finally, I began to laugh. "If you'd only known how much I worried I'd offend you, or do something wrong....damn...I should have just opened that door." Chuckling I leaned in and kissed him, then ruffled his mane, his sweet apply breath caressing my neck a smile coming to his muzzle.

"Yes, Dad, you should have."