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Samuel sat nursing his beer as he did every afternoon at the club. It didn't hurt that the bar he'd frequented since his college days had turned into a gay hookup spot, and then a gay club, they still served beer, and he still drank beer. The only major change to Sam was the clientele got more handsome and younger.

They didn't bother him much. At 52, he was just another old stud sitting at the bar. He was still in fine shape, but his greying muzzle, and slight wrinkles around his eyes belied his age. He rarely spoke to the youngsters. Canines, lupines, lapines, felines, all of them coming in, getting wasted, seeing the big draft horse, getting horny, and hitting on him. If he'd had a dollar for every time he'd been hit on, he'd be one rich hoss.

It wasn't that he was gay or straight. He never labeled what he was. If it felt good, and more importantly, if his partner could handle him, he was happy. If not, well, at least he'd tried. The last time he'd tried was a few years ago and it was a success, though the canine had to ship out with the navy that summer.

"So Sam, another?" The Zebra bartender asked genially. He was new but had been briefed on the local draft horse and now part of the bar decor. Sam had retired from working in construction years ago. He had a small pension, a nice little place around the corner, and some investments from when he was younger. No need to push life too hard. Sam nodded. "Of course Stripes, keep em coming!" The Zebra nodded giving him a good natured chuckle.

The night passed slowly. The two monitors showed scantily clad fur men dancing erotically. Once or twice he adjusted himself. He also didn't fail to notice the eyes of the young tiger giving him the eye. He knew the look. The hunger. The lust. The need for a nice big cock. Sam sighed to himself. It was always the same. He sighed as he finished his drink. He stood up and walked right up to the tiger who looked rather nervous as he approached confidently.

"Names Sam. Yours?" The equine shoved his thick brown paw at the stripped feline. The tiger looked at the huge hand. Sam stood a good head taller than him and had a placid look on his face. The tiger's friends were no help the lapine was giggling like a school girl, and the canine was staggering. They all knew the tiger had a crush on the draft, and tonight they had started taking bets on whether or not the tiger had the guts to approach the equine.

"Uh, Tylor sir..." Tylor responded taking the proffered paw in his own hand. He cringed at the size of it. The equine raised his eyebrow wrinklink his forehead"Sir? Please don't use that word. I know well enough I'm 52, and probably just barely old enough to be your grandfather. So I saw you eyeing me youngster. Want a go?" The equine smirked. Tylor backed up. His friends were whispering frantically in his ear. Something about a legend of size of something. All Tylor could see was kindness and longing in the equines eyes. He nodded his head slowly.

"Good, come with me." He grabbed Tylors hand and walked him out of the bar much to the astonishment of Tylor's friends. The bartender just yelled out "Good luck Youngster!"

Tylor tried to keep up with the huge draft's long legs and almost had to jog. The older equine noticed and slowed his pace.

"I gotta warn ya son, ever been with an equine?" The older equine cocked his head in inquiry. Tylor swallowed quickly. "A - ah - few." Samuel nodded. "Good, you should be well prepared then."

Tylor was confused "Prepared?" The older equine just nickered a chuckle.

They arrived at a door set into the side of a duplex. "I own the whole thing. I let the other unit out for income. They're gone on vacation, we can be as loud as we want...come on in youngster!" Sam held the door open. Tylor stepped into the room. It was plain. Plain couch, plain coffee table, flat screen TV, plain dining room table, and a hallway that lead to a bedroom.

Samuel wasted no time and gestured to the bedroom. Tylor walked down the hall noticing no pictures of relatives, scenes, partners, wives, or children. "Um....are you....ah?"

Sam nickered again. "Never was one to settle down son. Life is too full of fun. Besides I have nieces and nephews plenty."

Tylor reached the bedroom. A huge double king took up most of the room. Suddenly he was roughly turned around and he was enveloped in the warmest hug he'd ever been in. He could smell the soft hay breath of the equine in front of him, and feel the heat radiating from his broad chest. He wore simple white t-shirt and jeans. The t-shirt was removed at once by Sam. Tylor was wearing a skin tight black shirt and jeans to match. Samuel gently lent down and pulled them off. Again Tylor was trapped in the huge hug. He felt his hands wandering over the giant bulk of equine in front of him.

Sam loved this part. The adoration. He did nothing to earn his body, but he enjoyed the attention it got him. He lowered his head and snorted proudly arching his neck for the youngster. The tiger much have been versed that much in equine he chuckled. "Very studly Sam." He groaned feeling the pecs and obliques up. Tylor reached down and undid the belt to Sam's jeans and found the equine paws over his.

"Um, Tylor, before you do, you have to understand why I asked if you were ever with an equine before." Tylor took a step back. Sam coughed into one of his huge paws. "Yes we're known as big. But, I'm really really thick. I mean, very. Think of the biggest you've been with and then add some more."

Tylor stared at Sam for a few minutes. There was no sign of mirth in the soft brown eyes. No tenseness or the body language of boasting. Tylor looked into those eyes. "Sam, I appreciate the warning, but I think we'll do fine. I've been with some big guys in the past. Maybe not as big as you, maybe bigger. will promise you I won't run screaming." Tylor finished with a toothy feline smile.

Samuel smirked and undid his belt, and let his pants to the floor. Tylor stared. Nothing Sam had said had prepared him. Soft, he was a good 10 inches long. Average for an equine. But he was also about 10 inches around soft. Tylor stared at the equine perfection in front of him. He stepped forward mesmerized. He reached out and cupped the equine phalus in his hands. It was warm, and pulsing, and slowly enlarging. Sam snorted and stamped a hoof. Tylor felt himself being pulled into another hug.

Suddenly the velvet lips met his, and the much more experienced equine showed him just what experience can bring. The kiss was soft, sweet, and full of longing. It held a deep passion as the thick equine tongue commanded the course feline. Tylor feld himself melt against the bigger equine, his own feline member standing to abrupt attention. He blushed at that. He heard and felt the equine nicker of amusement. "Oh don't blush son, you're not the first, and wont be the last to be turned on by a mere kiss."

As he slowly succumbed to the equine's charmed he realized the horsecock in his hand was continuing to enlarge. A lot of people had claimed to have "beer bottle" thick cocks. Ever measure a beer bottle? Yeah, that claim is about as likely as the claim of inventing cold fusion. Sam didn't have to boast of his size. It just was there, a part of him.

Tylor looked down timidly. "Oh hell." The cock was a nice average equine length of 14" or so, but the thickness had to be seen to be believed. He stepped back. Sam stood stock still.

Tylor just stared. To say it was thick was a cliché. To say it was very thick was an understatement. At least 12" in circumference. "How....how?" Was all Taylor could get out.

"How do people take it? Reluctantly, and with a lot of practice son. Determination has a lot to do with it as well. Mostly they have to want it. Rome wasn't built in a day, and neither were my bottoms."

Samuel sat on the side of the bed. He reached over to his night stand where his old meerschaum pipe stood on its stand. He stuffed the old tobacco in, and lit it, taking leisurely puffs on the old pipe. Tylor just stood watching. Once in a while Sam would reach down and give his hardon a good hard squeeze and a stroke, bringing a dollop of precum to the tip that just flowed down the side like honey.

Tylor found himself kneeling in front of the phalus looking at it mesmerized. "Um...." was all he could get out. Sam chuckled taking a slow draw on the delicately carved pipe. "I don't bite honestly."

Tylor reached out and took the phallus in his hand. He couldn't even reach half way around. He knew he'd handled equines before, but this would take a lot of practice. "I....I'm going to have to work up to this..." he whispered.

Sam chuckled again good naturally putting the pipe out. He only puffed once in a while. He enjoyed the taste more than anything. "I have nothing but time youngster." Eagerly Tylor let his long feline rongue rasp across the bumpy flare, eliciting a nicker from Sam. "Oh, I Forgot how nice tigers tongues feel" Sam sighed.

Tylor grinned. If he wasn't going to take this one analy, he would going to do his best to give Sam his due. He began lapping at the ridged, and the medial ring. The even ran his rough tongue along the sheeth skin, which Sam found erotic in the extreme. "Oooooh youngster, you can keep doing that forever. You're going on my favorites list."

Soon Tylor found himself trying desperately to get just the flare inside his maw, and couldn't. He worked as hard as he could. He found his paw pads slicked with the equine pre, which he mixed with his own tangy feline mixture. The combined smell was pleasant. Sharp grass, soft day, wood, earth. The taste was devine on his tongue. He found himself praying Sam would make more pre. He found his prayers answered. Soon the equine was drooling pre at an astounding rate. His breath came fast. His own huge fist was playing with his enormous testicles. "Oh my....yes....more little kitty - come one - coax more out of me, and I'll give you all I have...."

That was it. Tylor found himself diving in and giving the equine all he had. Both fists worked the length - his tongue lapped and probed at the piss slit and delved in eliciting a deep moan from Sam. "Ahhhh....yes.....ahhhhhhhhhhh" was the only warning Tylor got. The equine didn't shoot hard and fast - he came deeply and strong. The first shot was long and drawn out. It soaked his face. For a moment he thought it was a huge amount of pre, but then it was followed by a second, and a third. Sam stamped a hoof on the floor and tossed his long brown mane. He whinnied his pleasure, the sound echoing in the building. Soon the flood subsided. Tylor was covered in equine cum. His face, his muscular chest, and his tummy. He quickly found himself lifted up and laid on the bed.

Softly Sam began licking him clean. His rasping tongue licking his own cum up off the stripped tiger who moaned himself at the sensation. Soon the equine found his own feline erection and latched on. The tongue worked magic on Tylor as his years of experience quickly brought Tylor to the edge and before he knew it beyond. His own load was good for a feline, but no match for the old equine hovering over him. Soon Sam returned to his work of cleaning his feline lover.

Satisfied he pulled the young tiger tight to him as he lay on the bed. Tylor reveled in the smell. Soft hay, the smell of equine cum, and of course the sweet soft smell of tobacco. He began to purr deep in his chest.

"Can....can I?"

"Stay the night youngster? Of course! Do you think I enjoy being alone? I would be honored to have you lay next to me, wrapped in my arms."

Softly Sam did just that, his huge arms encircled the smaller feline who sighed contentedly, burying his nose in the soft pelt between the equine's pecs. "Good night lover." Sam whispered. Tylor just sighed and fell easily into soft slumber.