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The Spitting Image

“My favorite uncle!” A shaggy-haired, tall, and beefy golden young stallion wraps me in his arms and squeezes me into his hefty chest.

“Reese, my favorite nephew!” I wheeze. “Kinda… Hard to breathe!”

“Sorry Uncle Tom. I missed you!” He laughs.

Onlookers might be confused, considering he’s easily ten or eleven inches taller than me, twice my width, and a horse. Meanwhile I’m a below-average height human with a dad bod. Reese, obviously, isn't my real nephew. His parents and I have been best friends since childhood.

I help Reese unpack his stuff from the car and show him to his new room. My house has been feeling empty since an ugly breakup last year, so when his parents asked if he could move in with me now that he’s done with college I eagerly agreed.

“This is way nicer than the dorms.” He fist pumps.

“Yep, and you’ve got free reign of the place,” I smirk. “If you ever want to invite a guy over you just let me know, alright?”

Reese rolls his eyes behind the curtain of shaggy hair. “Uncle…”

“Condoms in the bathroom,”

“Tom.”

“Plenty of lube, too.”

“Uncle Tom.”

“There are some toys if–”

“Ew! That’s gnarly!” Reese recoils.

“I’m kidding about the toys, Reese.”

“I’m not bringing guys over!” He insists.

“Reese, you’re a hot young stallion fresh out of college, go have fun!”

He crosses his arms defensively and looks down at me. “Whatever…Wheres the laundry room?”

His subject change isn’t subtle, but I leave it be. I didn’t expect him to react like this. I thought he’d be ecstatic that I’d let him have guys over. Doubtless he never got any privacy in the dorms, and I remember him complaining to me all the time about not having his own space at his parents.

Once we finish the rest of the tour Reese decides he needs a shower and a nap. I take the opportunity to put together some lunch and take a seat in the living room before putting on some background noise. It’ll be nice to have company, but why had he been so defensive about bringing dates home?

He’d come out to me in high school before he came out to anyone else. I remember helping cover for him so he could go on dates, giving him condoms, and when he came out to his parents they outsourced ‘The Talk’ to me. Even though I know from personal experience his father was perfectly capable of having that conversation.

Regardless, I’d glady taken to mentoring Reese. I had always wanted such a mentor as a young gay man and it was fulfilling to be that for someone else. I’d even stocked up on all the things a young stud needs to have a fun (and safe) time to prepare for his move!

Maybe I could ask him about it later, for now I’d need to let him settle in. I had moved away from our hometown a couple years back, and now Reese was living further from home than ever before, could that be it? Homesickness?

Before I can get too deep into thought I hear his hoofsteps plodding in my direction. “Uncle Tom?”

I turn around and nearly spit out my water. “R-Reese?! What, uh,” He’s wrapped in nothing but a towel, his fur sticks to him and enunciates his large muscle-gut and thick arms. His pecs bounce with each step he takes. “What’s up?” I swallow.

“I forgot to pack shampoo, could we hit the store after my nap?”

“Of course, bud. No problem. Just use some of mine for now.”

“Thanks.” He stands there and stares for a moment longer than would be normal, one paw rests on his crotch but I keep my eyes fixed to his. I exhale when he wakls off.

Through sheer force of will I didn’t look below his waist, but I can’t help it when I see his tail flicking through the air just above his well-sculpted and wide ass. He looks almost exactly like his father just with longer hair and maybe a bigger ass.

I collect my dishes and hurry off to my bedroom. My heart catches in my throat when I see the bathroom door cracked open as the shower turns off. Once more demonstrating my extraordinary willpower I don’t look inside.

I lock the bedroom door and lie on the bed, my hand finds its way into my jeans and I groan as I gently tug at my hard length. Seeing his huge body like that after such a long dry spell, and especially since it’s been so long since that last time I was with his dad… Fuck.

We had a good thing going, but I had to move for work. His wife was accommodating in regards to his bisexuality, and I was more than happy to be the one he explored that part of himself with.

He had quickly asserted himself as a top, I bite my lip remembering the first time he slid his titanic length into me. How it felt to be stretched by that true stud, a real alpha male. Balls full and ready to breed. Needing to breed.

His flared tip had taken a lot of work to get in the first time, especially considering our size difference. We were both eager to put in the work, however, and no one complained on the days I just slobbered all over his towering meat until he painted me with his load.

Or the way he’d tongue fuck me until I came like a needy bottom bitch. Fuck… I feel my orgasm approach as I remember his weight on me as he fucked me into the mattress, or the kitchen table, or the couch…

How his breathing would get ragged he got close. His thrusts, quick, desperate. His balls bouncing off my ass. So full. So heavy and warm. How deep he would be. His scent overwhelming me. Masculine and raw. Arms pulling me into him until he would cry out–

“Tom? can I–”

“FUCK!” I scream as my load spills out over my hand and onto my shirt.

The door knob rattles. “Are you okay?!”

“Y-yeah. Stubbed my toe.” I say breathlessly.

Silence.

“Really, Reese.”

“Okay, well…” A heavy sigh. “Can I have the sandwich on the table?”

“Sure thing bud.”

“Cool.”

I stare down at my sticky hand, ashamed. Thank God I had at least locked the door but I still feel guilty. I had creeped on my own nephew! Not by blood, sure, but I’ve known him his whole life. It was just wrong.

“Get a fuckin’ grip, Tom.” I sigh. I need to get laid, quickly, before things got awkward between me and Reese. It was going to be challenging, though, since he was the spitting image of his father, the single best fuck I’ve ever had.