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Guilt, I'd expected to feel it more after what I did, it was supposed to have been eating me alive preying on my mind every moment. After all, I hadn't just cheated on my wife, broken my wedding vows, I'd cheated on my daughter and my son. I was the sort of bastard I hate, the sort I looked down on, who throw everything away for a quick roll in the hay with some cheap skank. It hadn't even been a roll in the hay, no rolling at all, just a young stud on his knees with his lips around my cock.

I'd felt guilty about it sure, but I'd thought about it a lot too, mostly with my hand wrapped around my thick cock in the shower as I jerked out another load against the tiled wall. Of course it didn't help that the young stud I'd met on my run that day had turned out to be the son of my new neighbour, his name was Gary, I found out when my son introduced us. I had drove him and my son to school each day since. He would give me a sly smile when no-one was looking and lick his lips. He called me "Sir" and every time he said it I thought of him on his knees before me, his lips wrapped around my flared cock. At least he was sixteen and I wouldn't be going to jail for what I did to him.

The guy had made friends with my son too, he'd been at my house when I got home from work playing Pokemon. My heart had almost stopped when I got home, walked into my sitting room and found myself staring into his beautiful green eyes. He had smiled at me shyly and brushed his mane away from his eyes before looking back to his DS, from where he and my son lay on the floor.

Of course I hadn't been alone with him, not since that morning when he ran past me and then without speaking a word offered to suck me off. Not one word, nothing but a quick gesture and a look at his pert bouncing buttocks, that's all it took to get me to cheat on everything I had. I told myself it wasn't my fault, my wife hadn't put out in years and I'd been good, I had never flirted. It was only natural that when someone finally offered me a bit of release I would jump on it.

The truth of course is I was just weak, well mentally physically I'm buff, work out three times a week run every single morning. I was weak and the second I was given a chance I dropped my pants and took advantage of a willing young stud. I promised myself though it would be just that one time. I wouldn't ever break my vow again. Yeah I can hear you thinking it and you're right, I was a fucking idiot to think I would be able to control myself a second time when I couldn't the first, not after I'd felt that tongue and those silken lips. Fuck I am hard now just thinking of what we did, I'm ashamed, but rock hard and dripping.

The next few days I kept my promise, though in honesty it was simply because I was never alone with him. I ran each morning, the same route running past the small nook in the cliffs where he'd sucked me off. I looked in each morning and it as empty and I'd run the rest of the beach alone, music in my ears. Back to my run, nothing but my muscles, my music, my heartbeat and thoughts of him. Of course those few days had been wet, drizzly rain for almost three days straight, mixed with the cold wind blowing off the North Sea, not many runners were out and about. British summertime, you just have to love it don't you?

Then on the Friday morning, just as I was looking forward to a weekend of peace, well relative peace a father of two teenagers rarely gets what you' d call peace, the sun broke out. It was a glorious morning the sun peaking up early over the sodden British landscape. The air felt good in my lungs as I ran, the smell of grass and earth drying in the early morning sun. The feel of the dew splashing my hooves as I ran across the field, taking a shortcut towards the cliffs. There before me was the blue crystal beauty of the North Sea, its gray anger gone, as if it too was looking forward to the weekend.

The sky a wonderful palate of ambers and golds, with deeper azure blues filling the corners, along with white puffy remnants of the rainclouds. I stood for a moment admiring the beauty, filling my lungs with the scents of a warm summer's morning. Then I turned and began to run again, the morning sun still young and yet warm enough to bring heat to my aching muscles as I picked up the pace, feeling alive and free, the breeze flowing through my tank top as my grey fur became soaked in sweat.

Then I saw him, running along the path, his golden fur matching the golden sky his smile broadening as he saw me. I had promised myself I would not break my vows a second time. He waved at me to follow as he turned to take the small path down to the beach. I could almost hear the sound of my vows breaking in my ears and yet I couldn't find it in my heart to stop myself. I knew where he was leading me, what he wanted and my cock was already aching in my tight running shorts, because I wanted it too. I needed him, so much more than I needed my vows, my family, my sense of morality.

I sped after his swinging hips, my eyes following his perfect bouncing buns. With each stride he took, his hips swayed one way and those round mounds slipped against each other under his tight lyrca shorts and I felt my mouth fill with drool. His tail was part braided as before, the tight braids lifting it up to help show his rear and the loose hair acting as a lure, drawing your eyes attention down to those rolling mounds.

His hips were shapely, almost feminine and his body was slender and perfectly formed. The slenderness of his form only served to make me feel far more manly and dominant. I huffed hard as I followed him, pushing my muscles hard to catch up and as he reached the nook I was behind him by only half a step. It was the same nook in the cliffs we had used as last time, somehow it seemed different, maybe because of the warm memory it brought to my mind.

I didn't pause this time, I charged in after him and as he reached the dead end of the small nook and turned I caught him in my strong arms. He looked up, his green eyes staring lustfully into my blue ones and, before either of us could break the moment with words, our lips met. I kissed him with desperate passion, my tongue delving into his unresisting muzzle. His velvet lips were surprisingly sweet, my tongue dove deeper plundering his sweet cherry like taste. His tongue stroked against mine and the two muscles danced as my hands slipped down to his ass.

For the first time I got to feel those perfect mounds, they were damp with sweat and felt hot to the touch. I could feel his heart racing as our chests pressed together. His lithe frame felt good pressed to my firm muscular one, my huge arms engulfing his slender body. Holding him in my arms made me feel strong, as he returned my kiss so tenderly I could feel him trembling.

Our eyes locked and I could see the desperate unbridled lust burning inside those green orbs. It was matched with the lust shining in mine. His slender fingers stroked down my chest quickly, his movements speaking of his urgent need, and mine. It was a mere few seconds after we entered our small secret nook that his fingers closed around my hot maleness. Pulling it free from my moist shorts and stroking it with both paws. The air in the nook was heavy with the lustful musk of two stallions in full desperate heat.

I neighed softly into his mouth, my paws squeezing his firm mounds firmly as my hips bucked forcing my cock to slide through his paws as it sprayed a jet of precum onto his shirt. One of his paws slipped off my cock, I was far too lost to lust to notice, my ears still filled with the music on my ipod, I didn't hear the click of a bottle cap being popped. So the sensation of cool lube being poured onto my flare and shaft came as a complete shock. I whinnied loudly, as his second paw returned, shaking my head, breaking the kiss and knocking loose my headphones.

He looked up at me with a devilish smile on his face, his tongue licked over his cherry flavoured lips. I gasped and cried out as two slick paws worked over my shaft, making me bite my lip as I bucked into the wonderful sensations, my need to orgasm building embarrassingly quickly. Fortunately for me Gary had other plans, he pulled his paws off my cock and looked up at me, winking one of his beautiful green eyes, then he turned and faced the wall. With a practiced motion his shorts fell down to his ankles.

There I stood, my lubricated cock drooling a stead stream of pre onto the sand, staring at someone more than twenty years my junior, my hungry eyes looking down to his ass as he spread his legs more inviting me in. Nestled between two soft golden mounds was the slightest hint of pink. I licked my lips and felt myself trembling, I had never taken an ass before. Karen would never dream of letting me take that route, even on my birthday she refused. Then there was this kid and he was more than willing, he just turned and lifted his tail, showing me everything I desired.

The blood in my veins was on fire as my hormones raged as they hadn't done in years. I felt like a teenager myself again, sneaking behind the sports hall to suck off my friend, or plough a cheerleader. He looked back at me and gave me a look that said 'fuck me!' louder and clearer than any voice could articulate. His eyes flicked down to my erect throbbing shaft, filled with lust and hunger, then up to my face where his eyes met mine and he begged with them, begged for my cock.

Pausing for a moment I let myself soak it all in, every last detail; the curve of his back, the rapid movement from his excited panting breaths. Every soft moan he made was music to my ears, as he grasped his own needy cock and began to stroke it as he waited, not so patiently. The look on his face told me he was hungry for my cock, his blonde mane falling partly over his eyes, as he looked back at me. His braided tail raised high, the loose strands dancing and flicking nervously, forever drawing my eye to his pucker.

I didn't make him wait long, hell I doubt I could have waited another heartbeat. I stepped forward, pressing close in to his back. I nuzzled his mane, it smelled of coconut and mangos, such an exotic and enticing scent, it fitted him perfectly. I was hungry, starving for him and I knew he was just as desperate for me. I quickly guided myself to his pucker and then paused.

It was strange, I wasn't worried about the morality of cheating on my wife, nor on our age difference, he was legal and he wanted me that was enough. The only worry I had was; I didn't think I would last long inside him. In that moment I realised I wanted him so badly that it mattered to me what he thought of me, I wanted to be the stud he so badly needed.

His tail flicked against my stomach and I felt him push back against my flare a little impatiently. It was clear this little colt wasn't going to wait much longer and so I gritted my teeth and began to push with my hips. His doughnut fought back bravely for a few seconds but, with a soft neigh of triumph from me and a desperate whinny of joy from him, my flare forced its way into his silken depths. Sensations I had never felt before swam up my long rod, flowing to throughout my body, down to the very tips of my fingers. My nerves sang with more waves of pure pleasure, as I continued to thrust slowly, working inch after inch of thick pony cock into him.

I kept waiting for him to say stop, to show some sign of discomfort. All I got were desperate needful moans and pants. I could hear the_shlep shlep shlep_ sound of a wet cock being stroked quickly. His insides were like a hot silken vice, loose enough to move, which, when I reflected on later, I realised meant he went down there prepared to be fucked. Before I knew it I felt my medial ring press against his pucker, I gasped and stopped thrusting, standing there panting feeling every beat of his heart as it tickled my flare.

I slipped my arms around his waist, pressing my firm chest against his back, he moaned deeply and pushed back against the larger male submissively. Fuck, every sound and movement he made just got me hornier and hornier. As I readied myself to push in suddenly he shoved back hard with his hips, a high pitched squeal of triumph escaping his lips as he forced my medial ring into him.

Lust filled my body as this young male impaled himself further on my cock. I grabbed at him with desperate paws and did what my body had been begging me to do since I first laid eyes on his perfect ass. I drove myself forward hard, thrusting the last third of my cock into him with near violent intent. He squealed out again and for a moment I worried I had hurt him. However, the_shelp shelp shlep_ of his paw just got faster and faster. His heart was racing, I could feel it pounding through my chest, the vibrations of his pulse singing along all fourteen inches of my maleness wedged inside him. My grey, speckled, hips rested on his golden blonde ones.

With my own heart racing, making my cock throb inside his tight silken vice, I began to rock my hips. My thick meat sliding in and out of his needy rear, with each motion he cried out, and I felt his ass clench down, making me groan in pure pleasure. I bit my lip hard to keep myself from orgasming as his hot young body drove me to heights of pleasure I hadn't felt in decades. As blood filled my mouth my rocking hit a steady rhythm.

The nook was filled with the sounds of lust, the soft cry of Gary as I thrust into him, the light smack of leather sack on his taint and the_shelp shelp shelp_ of a soaking cock being furiously jacked. Add to that music the song of my moans and grunts as I felt my cock thrusting inside him again and again and you'd have the greatest song ever made. Well maybe not, but you'd have a song that will get me erect on the first few notes.

With each thrust his ass pushed back, I couldn't believe it even Karen didn't push back into my huge cock. The boy was desperate for my cock, hungry for my meat and I was desperate to give it to the colt. My inner stallion was screaming at me and with each thrust he took more control of my body. My hips rocked faster and faster, I nipped and kissed on his neck and shoulders. My hot breath snorting into his ears as his cries of bliss filled mine. My nose twitched as I scented his maleness, his sweet young rod being worked just inches below my muzzle. My inner stallion bellowed in rage at the scent of another male, my blood racing as the challenge of another stallion made me thrust harder and faster.

I grunted and moaned as I thrust more than half my cock into him with each motion. He cried out again and again, my heavy nuts churned and danced as they smacked off his ass again and again. My flare was singing to my body, flooding it with pure feral pleasure. I rutted him with bestial intent, my control waning with every passing heartbeat. My nostrils flared as I let out a deep guttural neigh, a loud challenge to any other males as I claimed my new mare.

My worries of cumming too early proved groundless as I heard him whinny loudly. His silken depths clamped down on my invading rod, squeezing and massaging the hot length like nothing ever had before. I was lost in pleasure previously unknown to me. I rutted on pure animal instinct. Forcing my maleness inside his tight spasming depths again and again, until with a neigh louder than any sound I had ever made, that echoed out of the nook and along the beach to any ears there to hear it.

I rammed my cock home one last time and then I felt my flare spread open, stretching his insides further as I came, as only a true stallion can. I rocked my hips, moving my cock just and inch or two with each motion as I pumped jet after jet of thick horse cream deep into his nubile young ass. I could smell his cum in the air and the scent drove me to one last spurt of savage thrusting, making him squeal a final time.

My energy spent I stood behind him, my body trembling as we both panted, joined by my twitching cock. His body trembled against mine and I found myself stroking his flanks, laying calming kisses on his neck. He moaned softly and arched his back against mine. I held him and enjoyed the afterglow; the warmth of his body, the scent of his juices, the feel of his heat around my cock, the ooze of my cum as it leaked from his ass and dripped down my balls and legs.

After a few minutes my cock began to shrink back into my sheath and I stepped back. I watched with satisfaction as my seed ran out of his ass, the sight of my cum marking another male was far more enjoyable than I ever thought it could be. He turned around, his pants still around his ankles and cock still dripping cum, to face me. Those green eyes looking up into mine grateful for the time we had shared.

Before I knew it I was tasting his cherry lips again, I think I heard him gasp at the taste of blood on mine. It didn't stop him returning the kiss, long and deep and slow. Our tongues caressing each other as our chests pressed close hearts beating as one. Then eventually the kiss was broken. A soft beep from his watch broke the spell and he grabbed his fallen shorts and pulled them up.

He gave me a soft peck on the cheek and ran out of the nook. I couldn't help but notice the very obvious wet mark forming on the back of his shorts. I worried that someone might notice as I pulled my own shorts up and followed him out. Only to see him run straight into the surf, until he was waist deep. Then he ran out, his shorts soaked and sticking to him. People might comment on the stupid boy going in to the sea this early in the morning, but nobody would know what we had just done.

This time we ran back together, side by side, music in our ears. Not a word had been spoken between the two of us and yet so much had been said. I was awash with new emotions and new feelings. Guilt...wasn't one of them to my shame, maybe it was the endorphin rush of what we had done or maybe I am just a real selfish bastard. To this day I'm not really sure.

We parted ways at his house and I ran on to mine, finding it already awake and full of life. I was running late, I gave Karen a weak excuse about having really gotten into the grove and lost track of time. She bought my lies far too easily, that I did feel guilty for at least. I berated myself as I showered, promising myself once again that it would be the last time. I would change my running route and go to the park instead. No young studs to tempt me, no secluded nooks to indulge in any temptations anyway.

By the time I was showered and dressed breakfast was in full swing. My wife was talking to Mary, my teenage daughter, about our family holiday. Just three weeks time and we had two weeks away and the school summer holidays would be here afterwards. Every year we took the kids away camping, they each got to bring a friend and we went to somewhere new. I loved camping and exploring the English country and coastline to find some of it's hidden treasures.

Then it hit me, I would have two weeks away from him and then when I returned I wouldn't have to drive my son or his sexy friend to school for a month. All that time away would be good, it would help me get my head clear, and focus on what should be my priorities. Of course as I thought about that John announced something that was going to ruin my plan.

"Hey Clavin can't come this year so I asked Gary if he wanted too," he spoke throat a mouthful of cornflakes. "He said yes."

I choked on my coffee, which drew stares from everyone present. What could I say, '_oh I don't think that's a good idea, I'll just end up fucking him again'_was hardly an excuse that was going to go down well. I mumbled something about coffee going down the wrong way and resigned myself to my fate. On the plus side, I'd have somewhere warm and tight to shove my cock, if we could find some time alone on a trip where my family will be everywhere.

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