Brother Stallions in Lust

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Sweetening Taboo Romance

This story contains erotic interactions between adult anthro horses/stallions that are related (brother/brother). The sexual intercourse is consensual.

No one could know their secret, the brothers who had gone away to university together. That was, perhaps, strange enough as it was, as brothers tended to want something of a break from each other after spending so much time together growing up. It had to be said that brothers often either loved or hated each other, but Mack and Saul, well... The stallions, perhaps, could have been said to love each other a little too much.

It had started after they'd turned eighteen, when Mack didn't know whether he wanted to go off to university that autumn or if he wanted to take a gap year. His older brother, Saul, had not known either, which was why he had deferred the decision and waited it out, taking jobs, working for their father, trying to find where he fit in life. A university degree in the sciences would set him up well for work but a bit of work experience gave him more of a leg to stand on, at the very least. Saul, however, had not always had things in hoof, the black stallion with a long, cascading mane.

He'd known he was gay early on and it almost made sense for Mack, a chestnut colt, to follow in his tracks. He always felt like he could not match up to Saul, always wanting to be good, to be better, even if he was not specifically striving to be better than Saul. But Saul had come to him, known that he was the same as him, even though that was not quite where their relationship had started.

Mack wanted to go to university and take a gap year, their parents against it, even if both of their stallion offspring were adults by that stage. They had no hold or bearing over them, not then, and it was only Saul that had convinced him. The moment had stretched out, sitting down by the pond as the light fell at the eve of the day, hooves dangling over the end of the jetty without brushing the water. They could have dipped the toe of a hoof in, if they wanted to, but there was something serene about it, not wanting to stir up the water.

Brothers first and foremost. Leaning back on the wooden deck of the jetty, their fingers touched. Only, that time, they didn't pull away, their eyes meeting, the boldness of liquor rising on their tongues.

Both stallions maintained that it was the other who had moved first, but, of course, there was no way to tell. All they knew had happened was that their lips were together, drunken tongues tangling in what was the chestnut stallion's very first kiss.

Mack had run away, but he'd come back again, hands shoved into his pockets, trying to talk it out, trying to play it off, trying to say it was a joke. Of course, it could not have possibly have been a joke when things built between them, but the burning lust of any flame needed a spark to set it off.

On the jetty, that night, ears flicking to catch the movement of their parents, back up in the house, they kissed again and touched each other, setting the alcohol aside as, slowly, they sobered up again. Yet the stallion brothers only fell more and more intoxicated on something else, closer and closer, paws sliding past the waistband of each other's trousers, to feel out what was within.

It was bold, yes, but they had always been bold, if indecisive on some circumstances, and they took their time, coming together again when their parents were away. On the sofa, they kissed deeply, Saul on top as if he was a long-time lover straddling his partner, cocks hardening, grinding together. Mack pressed them together with both paws, though he was torn between caressing his partner, the hard muscles of his chest and abdominals, and squeezing their dicks as closely together as possible.

"Unff... Fuck yes..."Mack grunted, head spinning, though he could only try to thrust up, all to get a touch more pleasure, more and more pressing in around him. The pleasure was too much, far too much, and he ejaculated brutally before they'd even gotten one of their dicks near the backdoor entrance of another, passion flaring up thick and fast. His cock-tip flared in that stallion manner, thick and head, rope after rope of cum jetting forth to splatter his lower stomach and the cock of his brother.

Saul, however, needed more than that. Mack could not blame him, but he shivered all the same as the black stallion bent him gently but firmly over the arm of the old sofa, the one that had witnessed so much history. His tail flagged, exposing the velvety dock - oh, how Saul would spend so much time kissing and tonguing that dock, teasing his tongue around it and the pucker of his tail hole. It was all pleasure, after all, shared between brothers in arms, stud stallions at their best.

"Be gentle..."

Of course, Mack's brother had no concern about that and no intention to be rough with his brother for his first time. Saul had had his first time already, though it had not been anything to write home about, and took his dick in paw as he pressed the thick head up to his brother's pucker. Slowly but surely, he eased inside with a fair amount of lube to ease the passage of his cock, deeper and deeper, straining out Mack's backside for the very first time.

Just like that, the course of their relationship changed forever. His cock plunged into Mack's tail hole, penetrating him deeply, and their moans rose to fill the living room, the TV flickering in the background, one of the side lamps still on to give them enough light to see by. That was all they needed as their bodies came together, thrust after thrust sealing the fate that the stallion shad so very eagerly leaned into.

"Unnff... Oh, fuck..."

Saul pounded him, finding a pace that suited them both, though no one would have said that he was hammering in. That was how Mack saw it, anyway, his tight hole taking stroke after stroke, bent over, grunting with every thrust. His head spun, clinging to the sofa and the cushions for some sense of purchase, heaving and panting, his chest shuddering as he strained to drag in needy breath after breath.

"Oh... Ohhh!"

"Relax... Come on, bro. Do you need me to go easier?"

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