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Brandon drove the older sedan down Main Street as he made his way across town. His cock was straining in his tight jeans, and his mind was racing a million miles an hour. The twenty year old colt could only think of one thing. This is it!

He barely kept his speed to just under the limit. The smell of the old car , the smell of his grandfather's mane oil, and of light dust tickled his nose. His grandfather had left him this car when he died the month before, and driving it reminded him of his grandfather, but those thoughts were not on his mind.

Ben, the huge stallion had asked him over yet again. and finally he had accepted. They had talked online for a year via chat, or e-mail. Brandon had finally gotten up enough nerve last year and had created a profile on a dating sight, and had said he was looking for a "well endowed male" to "help him explore his sexuality." He had blushed when he typed it in, but figured it was generic enough.

When people responded and asked him about his "Stats" he'd always reply the same. "Average, roan, medium mane and tail, brown, brown eyes, average height and slender build." Then of course everyone would ask him about his cock. He was equine after all.

At first he'd just respond average. Most people would leave him alone at that, and move on. That is, until Ben had found him.

"Average? What's average" the older stallion had replied.

"I don't know, I just am I guess."

"Well how long is it?"

Brandon had answered honestly. "Sixteen and a half inches."

"Uh huh, and diameter?" Ben had replied.

"Eight inches, I guess."

"And that's average?" Ben had asked.

"I guess, that's what I am anyway."

It had taken a few minutes for the next message to come through.

"You're serious? You think that's average? Do you have any idea what an average size even is?"

Brandon was confused. He was average in every other way. Thin build, 20 years old, average height, brown coloring, neither glossy or shaggy. His eyes were brown, neither hard, nor emotive. his mane was neither flowing nor cropped. No one ever gave him a second glance. Not his family, his friends, and especially not the girls he tried to date. He had no idea what the older stallion was asking.

Then the picture had come across from the older stallion. "Would you call this average?" Brandon had to swallow as he stared at the digital picture. The draft stallion was tall, dark brown with a startling white blaze down his nose, and a smile on his face. The eye was immediately drawn lower, past the very broad thick shoulders and chest, past the slim stomach, to the enormous equine cock hanging between the other stallion's legs.

"Um, no...?" Brandon had replied.

"Well, that's me, and I'm only a an inch or so larger than you, and I am not average. Hell, I'm half Clydesdale!"

They had talked for a long time about what average really was. Humans had an average of 5-6" in length and 5" in girth. Vulpines were larger with an average of 8-9" in length. Equines were much larger with an average length of 12-13 inches.

It was starting to dawn on Brandon he might not be so average at all, but he wasn't really convinced. Even after a lot of chatting with Ben online, he was convinced the big stud was just trying to get him over, so he could top him like others had tried. He knew a 20 year old virgin could be considered quite a catch. Brandon was too smart to fall for that just yet.

Over time their conversations changed to normal topics. Music, news, politics, and history. They both had a love for history. Every now and then Ben would ask Brandon over, and Brandon would decline. First it was homework for his college English, then it was doctors appointments he had to make, or dinner with the family. Over time, even Brandon began to realize those excuses were lame.

He also began to realize that out of all of his friends, he was the only virgin left. He was going to be 21 soon, and was determined to not be a virgin forever. He knew he liked men, and Ben in particular, but didn't know if this meant he was really gay. He still liked women and fillies enough.

Tonight had been different. Brandon was very bored. His parents were away for a dinner with friends, and Brandon was lonely. His friends were all at a party he hadn't been invited to. He logged into his chat program and was surprised to see Ben there.

"Hey stud! Do you want to come over?"

Brandon thought long and hard. "Maybe?"

"Well, I'll tell you what, I'm bored, if you just want to come over to chat, thats fine. If we do something thats fine. If not, I understand you're skittish."

It took a minute for Brandon to really realize what he was reading. Ben knew his was scared of something happening and had told him he understood. Suddenly longing erupted in his mind, and he had to see Ben.

"Ok I'm coming." He typed in quickly.

In a few minutes he was in a clean set of jeans and t-shirt, and was driving across town in his grandfather's old car.

The sun was setting and it was hard to read the street signs. It didn't help that the old sedan's lights were the old sealed beam type that only gleamed dimly instead of brightening up the night. Turning on the brights would probably blind most people as the old sedan had two on each side.

Finally he saw it. "Oak" was the street name. Brandon signaled and turned down, glancing at each of the neat little bungalows in the historic neighborhood. He had a lump in his throat, and his balls ached with need. He kept trying to tell himself that this was just a nice little chat, nothing serious.

His cock kept having other ideas.

Finally he saw it. The address he was looking for. The house was of medium size, and very well kept. There was no car in the driveway. Brandon sighed thinking that this may be a trick. He quickly reached into the glove box and wrote a note.

"I am at 1920 Oak to meet Ben. If you read this, something happened."

He folded the note and put it back in the old metal glove box. He stared at the house. The porch light was on, next to the big solid oak door. Sighing Brandon opened the door and stepped out of the car. He pushed down the lock nub and slammed the door shut on the old sedan. No one seemed to be out, but a nice cool spring breeze blew across his nose as he stood there. He could smell cut grass, the flowers from the beds, and the soft smell of the landscape as it woke from it's winter nap.

He walked slowly to the front door, his hooves making light clopping noises as he approached. His ears rang a bit, and his heart pounded. He stood an inch or two from the door breathing heavily. He glanced to his right. There was a window there, it's shaded drawn tight. A light glow of light indicated the light was on inside. It was quickly getting dark.

Ok....you can do this....

Brandon reached up and rapped on the door three times. He shifted from one hoof to the next nervously. It seemed like an age. There was no answer.

Maybe this is just a trick?

He knocked on the door harder thinking his earlier knock might not have been heard. He strained his ears to listen, hearing nothing. No commotion, no steps, nothing from the other side of the door.

It's a trick. One more knock, and I'm gone.

He pounded hard on the door.

His breath came deeply to him, almost shuddering in his chest. Suddenly there was a noise from the thick oak door. The lock slid back, and the door opened.

Brandon's breath caught in his chest. Ben stood in front of him. The picture he had sent did not do him any justice at all. The huge draft dwarfed him. He was a good head and a half taller than him, and well over a hundred fifty pounds of muscle bigger. Ben smiled down. He was a deep chocolate brown. His coat shone. He had white fetlocks on his wrists and legs, the white blaze on his nose contrasted nicely with the dark coloring and matched his shaggy fetlocks. He wore a simple pair of long baggy shorts, and a baggy white t-shirt. His glasses framed his nose and eyes indicating nearsightedness. He was incredibly handsome for an older stallion of 39.

"Ah! Brandon? So nice of you to come! Sorry I thought I heard knocking, but this thick door muffles sounds, you could have tried the bell" the equine indicated the small button next to the door glowing in the now almost darkness.

Brandon smiled. "Um....sorry about that."

"No no, it's ok. Please, come in."

Ben stood to the side. Brandon stepped into the entrance of the house, and his breath caught again. He had been raised around his grandparents and knew antiques very well. There was nothing lightly Victorian or campy about the house. All of the furniture and decorations were ancient and of exquisite quality. Edwardian Table, Queen Elisabeth wardrobe, a mid nineteenth century hall tree. Even paintings from the mid 1700's adorned the walls. Nothing was new, and all of it was incredibly expensive.

"Wow." He breathed.

Ben chuckled deep with his bass voice.

"Yes, I inherited all of this from my husband who passed three years ago." Ben's voice was sad sounding. Brandon looked up shocked.

"I-I'm sorry!"

Brandon stammered. The huge stallion just put a friendly hand on the colt's shoulder. "Its ok, you didn't know. We were together 19 years. I miss him."

The huge draft took a big sigh. "Please...." Ben indicated that Brandon should follow him. He was lead through the dining room to the back part of the house. What had once been a porch had been enclosed to create a new room to the house. The only one with modern furniture. A huge L shaped sectional sofa adorned the back wall, and a media center stood at the far end. A huge TV, stereo, and hundreds of CD's lined the wall.

"Wow...."

Ben laughed again. "Yes, this is my little den. This is where I relax. Please, have a seat.

Brandon sat on the middle of the longer side of the sectional. Ben sat in the middle of the small sectional.

"So....how was your day?"

Brandon thought hard. He was nervous as hell. He shrugged a little. "Not bad. History was boring, I had a test in English, and in Music History we went over some pretty interesting music."

Brandon's eyes kept daring everywhere but at Ben. He tried not to stare at the dashingly handsome stallion. His broad shoulders strained the shirt he wore. His broad thick chest below made Brandon want to cuddle up with the bigger equine and just snuggle for hours. The thick legs were muscular from running. Ben had liked running a lot, and ran every morning. Brandon could see why. It gave his legs such a masculine shape.

"Really? What music was interesting?" Ben asked, his ears perked forward. He took his glasses off and sat them on the side table.

"Some obscure composers from the 1700's." Brandon replied finally making eye contact with Ben. His breath caught again. The bigger stallion was measuring him up. Brandon felt a blush under his fur, but didn't duck his head.

"Hrm, and what obscure composer did you like best?" Ben quirked an eyebrow at the young colt.

Brandon cleared his throat, his fist in front of his mouth. He was embarrassed, and just making small talk. "Um, Stamitz?"

Ben blinked a few times. "Really? Carl Stamitz? Mannheim school? I have a CD of his...." The huge equine stood and paced over to the media center, his long brown tail swishing from side to side. He busied himself, finally selecting a CD and turning the music on. The classical filled the room lightly.

Brandon was shocked. Not only was this big "dumb" draft horse smart, he was educated in music and knew obscure composers? Brandon smiled as the strains of the song he had studied earlier in class filled the room. He hummed a long a little. Ben sat down a little closer to him beaming.

"See? I'm not just a pretty face, or just a huge cock!" Ben smiled.

The two chatted for a while amicably. They talked about their love of music, history, and of how Ben had acquired all the art in the house. His husband had been the collector, and now that his husband had died of cancer, Ben was all alone. He filled his time by reading, listening to music, and of course working as a restaurant manager for an upscale place down town.He also said that one of his pastimes was chatting with "handsome young colts such as yourself"

Brandon blushed deeply. "Nah....I'm not anything special...."

Ben cleared his throat. "Really? I see a handsome young colt, full of life, full of interest in the world around him, who is very intelligent, sweet, and can hold a decent conversation, and who probably has the only cock in this town to come close to mine in size. All of that is "something" I'd say."

Brandon blushed and turned his head away. He was deeply flattered and embarrassed. No one had paid him any type of a compliment like that before. He didn't know really how to reply. The music continued to play, and finally he turned his eye back to Ben to say something.

He stared. The stallion had opened the fly to his boxers and had exposed himself. He leaned back with his eyes closed, slowly stroking his thick heavy equine cock. It was no where near hard, but already almost Brandon's size. Brandon felt himself harden immediately in his jeans and shifted uncomfortably trying to find a more comfortable position.

Ben raised his head and locked eyes on Brandon's. The two stared at each other. Ben smiled a little playfully. Brandon blushed as if he'd been caught staring, but he couldn't stop staring. Ben was huge, masculine, and well hung. He felt his mouth water instinctively.

This is crazy, I'm not gay, I'm just exploring myself.....

"You know, I don't bite. You can sit closer to me if you want..." Ben laughed lightly after saying that, continuing to stroke himself. His cock thickened and grew some more. Brandon's eyes now locked onto the stallion's meat. It was long, very thick, the medial ring delineated in the soft light of the room. In a daze, not really believing himself, he strode closer and sat next to Ben, his eyes locked on his cock.

Ben switched to using his left hand, letting his right drape across Brandon's shoulders. He didn't say a word, he just massaged the young colts mane, and kept stroking himself.

"Its so fucking big!" Brandon breathed.

"Yes, it is." Ben whispered back, a little theatrically as if this was a bad play.

"Can....can I touch it?"

Ben pulled both hands to his cock and took it in both hands squeezing it hardly, then letting go. "Be my guest, please!" Ben intoned. He had a huge smile on his thick lips.

Brandon reached out to the cock. It was warm, and fleshy. It felt like his, but it wasn't his. They were a match in thickness. He'd seen a lot of porn, but had never thought he could match something this size. He grasped the cock with both hands, noting it barely fit, and that he couldn't quite get his fingers to touch on the other side. He ran both hands up the length, teasing the ridges of the flare gently, just like he liked. Ben moaned a little.

He was intent on the feeling of the cock in his hands. The first one besides his he had ever touched. His mind was trying to etch this memory into his mind forever. The pure heat that radiated it, the ridge of the medial ring, the bumps along the flare, he etched it all in his mind. He was so nervous and so scared. Suddenly Ben's arms were around him, and pulled him into a hug.

"It's ok Brandon, it's ok. Don't be scared, just enjoy this." The older equine leaned down and gently kissed Brandon. He was shocked but returned the kiss timidly, his hands still stroking the now raging hard cock. He felt Ben's thick tongue brush gently against his mouth. He brushed his back in response and Ben broke the kiss gently, nickering at him.

Ben reached down and put one of his thick equine hands on Brandon's swollen crotch. "Hrm, something tells me your measurements were right. Can I see?" Ben asked.

Brandon gulped. He was blushing hard, and if he was human, he would have been beet red. He nodded. It was only fair after all. He reached up and undid his button, and the zipper fly, pulling down his pants, and taking them off. Ben did the same so that they each matched. Then Brandon removed his briefs. The sudden cool air hit him as his cock twitched. He'd never been naked in such a sexual situation before. Dressing and undressing in the gym didn't count. He was a "grower" and not a "shower" like some of his friends. His sheath completely kept any hint of his size from the imagination. Slowly his cock lowered down and finally hardened completely.

Ben smiled hugely. "I knew it" he whispered in almost awe. His warm hand reached out and brushed against Brandon's length. Brandon felt his breath catch in his chest, as he felt the gentle brush. Ben continued to brush his furred hand against his sensitive cock.

Brandon gingerly took Ben's swollen and, now leaking, cock back into his hands. He tried not to get too much of the fluid on his fur, but he knew it would be impossible. Soon he was as hard as Ben was. Ben chuckled.

"My, such a modest young stud. You don't have any idea and are completely clueless about yourself aren't you?" Ben teased. Brandon looked Ben in the eye.

"What do you mean?" Brandon was confused, horny, turned on, and scared all at the same time. His mouth was very dry.

Ben shook his mane. "Come over here little stallion."

Brandon walked closer to Ben. The much taller equine bent his legs until their crotches were level. They were almost the same in size. Brandon stared. They were actually almost a perfect match. Brandon's mind raced at the thought.. Ben was maybe an inch longer. Much longer than the average equine, but they were of the same thickness, shape, size, and except for coloring matched. He realized that he was almost as hung as Ben. He wasn't average. He was no where near average. All those years of being retiring, and shy....

His cock throbbed at the thought and some pre began to leak from the tip at this thought.

"Oh, now....don't waste it!" Ben was suddenly on his knees, and took Brandon's thick leaking cock into his muzzle. Brandon gasped at the sensation. He'd never felt anything like this before. The warmth of the tongue lapped at the tip of his flares head cleaning the pre off from the tip, then slid gently down the underside. Ben moaned as he took the cock deep into his muzzle, rubbing his nose expertly against Brandon's pubic region, easily taking all of Brandon's length into his mouth.

Brandon bucked forward a little involuntarily, his hands grasping the older stallion's mane in surprise. He heard Ben chuckle deep in his chest. Ben pulled off. "Easy there stud, I'm not some mare. Let me do this, I know what I'm doing."

Brandon nodded letting off of Ben's mane.

The older stallion dove back in with fervor. He licked and sucked on Brandon's cock like a demon possessed. Brandon just stared, the image of his own cock matching the size of Ben's amazed him. He had a big cock. He had never thought he did. He'd been teased since he was a "shower." Only once had someone seen him big and called him "Stud" in the locker room at school. He had just shrugged it off as more teasing.

These thoughts were turning Brandon on so much, he didn't notice his load was building until it was far too late. With a huge grunt and a thrust he unloaded into Ben's muzzle. The elder stallion moaned at the taste and eagerly lapped up each shot of cum as they poured out of Brandon's cock as it twitched in Ben's mouth, the bigger draft stallion easily taking the huge equine load.

Finally, the torrent ceased. Ben pulled off. He stood up quickly, his huge cock in his own hands, jacking the length furiously with both hands.

"Brandon, you have no idea how sexy your cock is, nor how sexy you are do you? Fuck you're such a hot little stud!" Ben all but shouted, suddenly unloading his own load. His cum coated Brandon's cock thickly. The strong scent of stallion cum filled the air. Ben stared at Brandon intently in his eyes, sharing this moment, and Brandon couldn't look away from the pure lust he saw there.

Brandon stood in a daze for a few seconds. Suddenly he felt a towel wrap around his cock, wiping off the older stud's cum. Ben chuckled. "Can have you leaving here all stained now, can I?"

Brandon shook his head weakly.

"Are you ok?"

Brandon nodded.

Ben looked into his eyes with concern, and gave him a slight kiss. He pulled away, still staring at Brandon. "Hrm, I think you might have a lot of things you need to think about. Perhaps all of this was a little overwhelming?"

Brandon nodded a gain. He tried to get his mouth to work, but no words came to him. Ben smiled shyly.

"Its ok. Look, I'm here. We've been talking for a year online, I'm not going anywhere. You know where I live, and if you need to talk, just let me know. Ok?"

Brandon didn't move. Ben nodded. "I think you need to go now sweet stallion and do some self assessments on what happened." Ben muttered.

Brandon felt the hand propel him to the door, the cool air suddenly hitting him in the face. He didn't remember putting his pants back on, or walking to the door, but the soft click of the door, and the breeze woke him from his stupor. He walked back to his old grandfather's car, and got in. He started the engine and drove in a daze.

He didn't stop until he got back to his parents house, and shut the engine off in the driveway. Then the tears came. The shame, the guilt, but the incredible sense of arousal, and of lust filled him. He cried in confusion, finally tiring himself out. His tears filled him has the scent of his grandfather permeated his nose. It almost made him sick, and very confused. He shook his head. He needed sleep. He got out of the car and went into the house, falling asleep as soon as his body hit his bed.

**

Brandon was confused, but turned on. He had no idea what was going on in his head. Images of the huge stallion pressing his cock to his and declaring Brandon an equal in size burned into him. He got hard at the thought of the warm muzzle around his own length. He searched the internet frantically on articles on penis size, and found that Ben was right. He was well above average in size for an equine, as was Ben.

He was confused. Why was he gifted like this? Why hadn't he realized it earlier? Sure all the guys and girls said size didn't matter, but they all knew it was just a saying. Of course it mattered. Why else did they advertise big cocks in porn? But why would he have something like this? Was it a cruel joke? No one would know unless he was naked and hard. It wasn't fair. That one time someone had seen him hard and had made a comment he thought was a tease. He had a few more memories of people whispering about him in the lockers after that. There was still a lot of teasing though. Had word spread? Were people jealous?

He jacked off twice the next day to the memory of Ben, and what they had done. Soon Brandon couldn't deny it. He had really enjoyed himself, and wanted to see the equine again. He had enjoyed the conversation, and was beginning to admit to himself he had enjoyed other things as well. He had sent a message to Ben asking him if he was free the next night. Ben responded with a simple "yes, from 8 oclock on. Just stop on by, I have no plans."

Brandon had driven his grandfathers car over to Ben's house again, easily discerning it from the other night.

He walked up to the door, almost as nervous as he was the night before. He reached up to knock, only to find the door open, and Ben stood there in the soft light from the entry, his coat shining, completely nude.

"Welcome back!" Ben grinned taking Brandon in to his arms, kissing him deeply. Brandon leaned into the kiss moaning. He would learn a lot about himself from the older stallion.