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Five-thirty am, I can hear the questions in your voice and yes it's early. It's stupidly early, the sun is only just waking up after all, so why am I up this early on a beautiful spring morning? Well the answer is simple, unlike my life, it's time for me to run.

Running, it's hard to explain what my morning run means to me; rain, snow or shine, nothing deters me from my hour and a half run. I must stress the my in that sentence, it is my time or me time if you want to be girly, no wife and no kids, just me and the path in front of me. No boss, no job, no bills just my muscles and the world around me and music in my ears. Simple and beautiful, peaceful and yet exciting, the best part of my day, most days.

Don't get me wrong, I love my wife and kids, but when I get home it'll be all go; breakfast will be made and eaten, kids will be dressed, my son will tell me he is feeling ill and shouldn't go to school, my wife will remind me for the tenth time not to forget to pick up some milk on the way home, then me and the kids pile into the car for arguments and the school run. Then on to work, and a day or being mashed between the rock of my boss and the hard place of my employees, they are always at odds. I try not to think of any of it on the run, I don't need to try and second guess what the next stupid corporate change will be, my boss will tell me to sell it to my team and my team will refuse to buy, and all will be angry with me.

However, none of that matters at five-thirty, all there is is the run and this particular morning was beautiful. I am lucky enough to live just five minutes from the coast and this morning with the sky being so clear I jog through empty, quiet, still sleeping streets towards the coast. Empty streets, empty gardens, cars parked and silent. This is an empty world a place just for me, for running and runners.

My mind is clear as I trot through the empty streets, no nagging wife, no kids asking for money or a motorbike, nothing just the path ahead and me. I cleared the housing and crossed a silent road and my eyes are greeted by nature's unbridled beauty. The sun peaking over the sea to the east, flaming red sky filled with a thousand hues of crimson, amber and gold, along with a few puffs of white clouds, all framed in deep azure blue, colours so vivid Van Gogh himself would not have been able to do the sight justice. Grassy fields spread in front of me for a few hundred meters and my nose is filled with the scent of dew on fresh mown grass. The grass eventually gives way to cliffs and if you follow in either direct eventually you will find beaches, caves and rockpools.

I remember when my children were little I used to bring them down here every chance I got, they could run on the grass, wade in the sea and hunt in the rock pools. Now John is sixteen and cares more for his tablet than spending time with this old hoss. Mary is thirteen and wants to be with her friends and not her dad.

I set my hooves back to the run, this world is mine and mine alone. Solitude, sun, grass, sea, the path and my run. The year is still young enough that there is a slight chill in the air, my breath fogging in front of me as I trotted along a muddy track following the cliff, my eyes drinking in the majesty of a glorious sunrise. I passed another runner, a female cheetah and nod to her briefly. I see her most mornings, another soul looking for solitude and refuge from the complex world. As a runner you learn to spot the others, friends whose names I know not and yet see most days. A nod, a glance, a smile, no talking, no names, nothing but respect, the run and the path in front of you.

However, this morning that arrangement was going to end, as I trotted on and began to near the path down to the beach I spotted another runner ahead. A stranger, nothing to worry about new friends join the ranks of the silent runners every day and others leave, although my eyes can't help but check him out. Another horse, only he is blonde, his fur the colour of gold. His body is lithe and fit, his slender chest swelling a little with every breath, his hips are slightly plumper and sway a little as he trots. He looks young, I guessed late tens early twenties. Dressed in a simple white tank, that showed his golden chestfur, and tight blue shorts. He had a small silver ipod in his paw and headphones plugged in. His mane flowed beautifully in the wind, bouncing as his perfectly formed body took each stride. His golden fur shimmering in the warm hues of the early morning sun.

As he drew close his green eyes met my blue ones and for a moment I felt something, jus a tiny moment between runners. Then he trotted on past, and my eyes followed him, straying down to those short shorts and pert buttocks just for a moment. Then I continued on with my run, I didn't notice the young horse turn and start jogging behind me, checking out my ass. It's not bad, for a guy about to turn forty, I run every day and keep myself in good shape with a session at the gym whenever I can escape. My fur is grey, with flecks of white down my chest and across my muzzle and mane.

He followed me for a minute or two and then pulled level, I glanced at him a little surprised. He smiled at me as we approach the path down to the beach, he gave me a look hungrier than any predator has ever given it's last meal. Then he lifted his paw and formed a circle with his fingers putting it near his lips as he formed them into an o shape and pushed his tongue into his cheek. It took me half a second to recognise the gesture for what it was, the imitation of someone sucking cock. The surprise made me inhale a deep breath and I choked on it, coughing as he sped up, glancing back and winking at me.

He trotted ahead of me, swaying his hips a little more than he needed to. My eyes couldn't help themselves and they strayed down to his ass, his pert cheeks rolling against one another. Two perfect orbs grinding against each other in a tight lycra bag, I felt my sheath swelling at the sight and the thought that this young sexy male had just offered to suck me off. I told myself I was just following him because that is where my run was taking me, I was lying. I told myself he was just teasing or playing a prank, I was wrong.

My only defence is that I thought he wouldn't go through with it. That and my wife, well, she had been busy and the kids always needed stuff. I couldn't remember the last time someone actually touched my cock besides myself or my doctor. Then there I was offered a blow job, by some guy who had to have only just hit his twenties, if that.

I've always been bi-sexual, I never hid that fact. Of course I didn't exactly tell people, I mean it's not like I can introduce myself with a 'hi, I'm Sam, I like both pussy and cock equally' well not to most people anyway. I had a male lover in college, a nice spotty Dalmatian named Brian, we used to suck each other all the time. Then I asked him to fuck me one day and all of a sudden everything was 'too gay' for him and he baled. I met my wife Karen on the rebound from him. I never told her about Brian, she only ever asked about my ex girlfriends after all, never enquired if I'd ever played with my own team.

I'm not in the closet, it's just nobody noticed I came out of it because I'm married to a nice mare and I have kids, everyone assumed I'm straight and well, I never correct that assumption. I'm not a flaming homo, I'm a screaming bi-sexual, only not exactly screaming more sort of muttering, in the corner of a loud party where nobody ever listens anyway.

We hit the beach and he ran up close to the cliff, running along near to the rocks. The cliff itself is full of caves and nooks, a ragged edge caused by the land slowly loosing it's eternal war with the sea. As we approach a slightly larger nook he glances over his shoulder at me and steps inside and out of my sight. I stopped on the beach and just looked at the small opening in the cliff, like it's the gates to both heaven and hell at the same time. A small part of me fought against the need rising in my loins, but it was an gnat fighting a dragon, the battle was over in a heartbeat.

My cheeks blazed, with the joint heat of arousal and shame, as I followed him into the nook. It's was and is a very narrow nook, rough and jagged sandstone on each side and just enough width for one man to walk properly, or two to pass by chest to chest. My eyes follow his bouncing rear, I can't help but note his part braided tail, the lower braids forcing the tail to lift and then the free hair acting like a flag, waving in the wind and drawing your eye to his ass.

The nook is only four or five meters deep, an overhanging rock at the end obscures the sky above, nobody can look down and spot us. However, the narrow entrance looks out onto the beach, if someone looks in, or passes and turns their head at the right moment they would have seen me; a grey pony with a nicely muscular build, standing half a foot taller than my golden companion. I felt open and exposed, yet exhilarated and aroused. Adrenalin coursed through my veins, along with other hormones all of which were working off the visual and nasal signals my brain was processing. The sight of a sexy willing partner, the scent of his delicate, almost adolescent musk. He looked and smelled divine, or maybe devilish he certainly had far from divine thoughts on his mind.

I knew this was it, I was about to betray my vow of almost twenty years. It was strange how little I thought about it as he turned to face me, he gave me a grin that only a devil could give, beautiful and vulnerable, I felt the urge to take him in my arms. Before I could think his body was pressed against mine, his equinehood pressing against my thigh as he squeezed past me. My own shaft had dropped when I followed him down to the beach. The shape of it could be made out easily in my tight shorts. There was no doubt in either of our minds, we both wanted this.

His slender hands stroked down my arms and with the gentlest tugs he moved me for his own needs. I found myself at the back of the nook, walls of solid rock on three sides and a sexy and willing male in front of me, blocking my way out. His paws reached up and I gasped as his fingers caressed down my chest, through my moist tank top. His head leaned close and I saw his nose twitch as he inhaled my sweaty musk, his eyes lit up as he looked up at me. I had never seen a dirtier expression, as his pink tongue peaked out and ran over his lips. My legs trembled and my cock throbbed, as he nuzzled down my sweaty chest and stomach. I couldn't take my eyes off his as I felt his fingers on the waistband of my shorts, a firm tug and the cold April air surrounded my red hot maleness.

The beauty of the morning sunrise was like a monochrome photocopy of a child's painting when compared to the beauty of watching the young stud on his knees before me. I jumped as his paw found my cock and slender fingers wrapped around just below the medial ring. Then I watched in pure amazement as that beautiful pony mouth pushed forward. I watched as his tongue slipped out and then I cried out in joy, a soft whinny as his powerful tongue swirled around my flare.

There was no doubt in my mind that he had done this before, no mouth is that talented without practice. His lips kissed around my flare as his tongue swirled and caressed. My cock throbbed and he got a mouthful of mature stud pre, he loved the taste so much his tongue dove into my slit eagerly lapping up every drop. His lips sealed around my flare sucking, I heard his moans of pleasure even through the music in my ears. Nothing is as sexy as someone getting off to your cock, to the feel of it, the smell and taste as they drive the lips around it's thickness.

That's what he did next, drove his lips down my shaft, his equine muzzle feeling like warm silk as my cock was engulfed in heaven. His paw jerked the lower half of my shaft as his lips kissed my medial ring. My flare was squeezed at the back of his hungry throat. I looked into his eyes and all I saw was a burning need, a heated desire for my cock, for my cum and it aroused my ardour even more. My passion enflamed, my paws cupped his soft cheeks and my hips started to pump.

My breath still, fogging in the cold spring air, came in ragged pants as I watched my cock, glistening in his spit, pulling back from those hungry lips and then thrusting back in. I was desperate, and horny and already feeling the need to um, but this was my moment, the betrayal was done and there would be a price to pay sometime, I wasn't going to spend my load after just a few seconds. I was going to make this moment last as long as I could, so I fought hard against my orgasm.

The young pony didn't help me fight, the traitor was clearly working for the other side, his tongue was running wild over my hot fuck pole. His suckling grew more intense each second and I could feel his mouth swallowing again and again. His and my moans could be heard echoing around the nook, anyone walking nearby would have heard, neither of us cared. This was our moment, our time and our affair. I drove into his velvet lips again and again, my huge sweaty balls dangling above his chin tingling with need to drain into his mouth.

I watched transfixed as my thrusting grew faster and faster, I was amazed at how easily he took my length. Even for a pony it seemed he could handle a thick cock far better than someone of his tender years should. Soon I realised my battle was almost over and I was loosing, his paw was squeezing and teasing my medial ring, making me rut harder. My balls were churning and I could feel the pressure building and I bit my lips hard, the pain helping me rally. I tasted my own blood as he swallowed the copious amounts of pre I was producing.

Reaching down I brushed his mane away from where it had fallen over his beautiful green eyes. Those dazzling emeralds, a thousand facets of green, just glancing up at me, expectantly, he wanted me, he needed me and he didn't care about anything but getting my cock and cum. As my thrusting got rougher, my headphone wire caught on a rock and suddenly the music in my world was gone. It was replaced with the sounds of carnality, of lips smacking on thick cock, of grunts and moans of pleasure and of paw working on drooling shaft. With an arch of my back I could see his own shorts pulled down, his pink and black mottled cock being worked on by an eager paw.

I wanted to taste him, to take him and rut him. However, I knew that would be a step too far, I wasn't ready for that yet and all he had offered me was his mouth. However, it was a wonderful mouth, a truly kingly gift to receive and to use, my cock thrust into it again and again, I watched his cheeks bulge as his maw was stuffed with my meat. I licked my own lips and once again felt the need to orgasm building.. Fuck it was building so fast and so strongly, I knew I was lost to it. "I'm gonna...." I whispered, my voice somehow alien to me, it was wrong in this moment in this time, no words should have been spoken. Yet I had to give him the option to pull off, I had some shred of decency buried deep inside somewhere.

I saw his ears twitch and suddenly he took the offensive, his muzzle diving down on my shaft hard, his lips pressed passed the medial ring. I cried out in bliss as my cock was forced down a tight constricting throat, sensations I had never felt before sang through my body until they erupted from my mouth in deep guttural neighs and whinnies. My hooves stamped in the sand and my paws clawed at unmoveable sandstone.

My balls rose and with one last thrust of his head I was sent over the cliff edge. I neighed so loud my throat felt hoarse, my cock erupted his muzzle, throbbing hard sending thick jets of musky stallion jism down his throat. He swallowed and swallowed as I came and came, weeks of pent up spunk finally being released. After a third blast he pulled off with a cough and I got to watch as white pearls of my seed jetted onto his muzzle and cheeks, soaking his tank top.

I fell back against the cliff wall panting as my mind spun from what I had just felt and done. I looked down and could see lines of his spunk in the sand from where he had cum, I don't know when he had hit his peak, but knowing he had cum to the taste of my cock felt good. As endorphins soaked my brain there was no guilt, not yet that would come later. For the moment I just panted and watched as he got to his feet and stashed his dripped cock away in his shorts, not seeming to care about the cum stains he was making.

He blew me a kiss and the turned and started to jog back out of the nook. I stood there and watched as his perfect ass disappeared and the feelings of guilt filled my mind. I squeezed the last few drops of cum from my cock and pulled up my shorts. Putting my music back in my ears I headed back out on my run, running back he way I had come until I finally got home. Over the years I had imagined many scenarios where I might be seduced into cheating on my wife,i had imagined many elaborate scenarios involving many nubile young things plying me with drinks and begging. I never thought someone would just jog up and offer and I'd cast everything aside for a quick BJ by the sea.

The house was still empty and I jumped into the shower, halfway through I heard the tell-tale thumps of a house awaking. Followed shortly afterwards by thumps on the door and a girly voice whining that she needed the toilet. The morning chaos started and it helped hide the guilt. Karen gave me a kiss on my traitorous cheek and reminded me to pick up the milk.

As I ate breakfast my son started to whine that his stomach felt funny, as his sister asked if she could go to a sleepover. It was strange and yet so familiar how I dealt with them, like nothing had happened. It was just a blow job after all, not exactly cheating and nobody had to know, just a one time thing. I had erred from the path just a little, but it wasn't like I had full sex with him. All those excuses, those little lies we tell ourselves so we don't see the heartless bastards that we really are. I swallowed them all, just as eagerly as the pony had swallowed my load.

Then I got on with the day, with even a little bounce in my step I ushered my kids and wife around. As I grabbed my car keys ready to drive the kids to school and then on to work, my wife reminded me to pick up the milk, oh and that she had offered to have me give the son of the new family across the street a lift to school. I nodded and told John to go get the new kid, my son was already dressed for school, smart black pants, white shirt, black tie and the school blazer.

As time wore on and I checked my watch tapping my hoof, eventually I ran up the stairs and hurried Mary along, helping her fill her schoolbags. With a kiss on my wife's cheek I dashed out into the fresh morning are. Only to stop dead as my heart dropped, standing beside my son, in an identical blazer, shirt, tie and pants uniform was the blonde pony. His smile widened as he looked at me, his green eyes glistening in the morning sun. My son gave me the embarrassed look of a teenage boy introducing his friend to his dad and mumbled something.

He held out his hand politely and nodded as we shook and both shared the lie that this was our first meeting, "nice to meet you Sir." He said with no trace of irony or smugness in his voice.

"Nice to meet you son," I replied as I realised that my simple morning run was now going to be far more complicated, I wasn't quite sure if that was a problem of not.

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