Sucking Off His Stallion Son

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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Luke panted heavily, though he would not be making many sounds for long as he took his son's cock deep into his throat. The stud looked just like him, a younger, more muscled version, yet the equine anthro lusted for him all the same. That bay coat appeared as if it had been dipped in golden chocolate, a rich hue shining forth, enhanced by the sweat of the gym, though the locker room that they were tucked away in the back of was hardly a more private location.

Nico was big and he was dominant, though the paw that rested on the back of Luke's head was firm yet gentle, clutching at his mane, winding his fingers through it almost with a lover's touch. Almost, but not quite, for they were not lovers. No, his wife did not know what he got up to with their adult son and, frankly, that was just the way Luke wanted it, Nico's grey length disappearing down his throat, plugging up his moans in the best of ways.

With his large paws caressing his son's nuts with due reverence, there was no way for Luke to brace, not as Nico grasped his mane, fingers tighter in it, grunting and thrusting, slamming in with the raw abandon of one who knew just how much his father could take. And, oh, how Luke wanted it all the more, the thickness of his son's mean empowering him. Although he had not yet stripped out of his gym joggers, the loose fabric obviously revealed the shape and bulge of his hard-on through them, how it jerked and sprung, drooling thickly, wanting so much more than he ever thought he would be able to give it.

"Yeah, dad... Suck it all down..."

His son's voice was so much gruffer, but it was to be expected. He was younger than Luke, of course, but neither of them were young, his son in his prime while he had, to be fair, let himself go a little bit. His gut was a little thicker with the comforts of time but Nico was strong and smooth, every muscle in his abdomen cut and defined with sharp clarity. With a low moan that was muffled around that hot length of stallion-meat, Luke's eyelids fluttered closed, shifting his weight from side to side, resting heavily back on his hooves.

He was right where he needed to be, with his son, only his son, drifting away from any kind of reality. He sucked down that cock as if there was nothing else for him, hungrily devouring it with his lips and tongue, the fleshiness of his tongue teasing wetly up the underside the best he could. It was hard, however, to deliver such pleasure in the way he wanted, with his thighs aching fiercely and his son's thrusts picking up and up, spearing into his mouth with raw, single-minded intent.

"Unff... Fuck, dad..."

Yes, yes... Luke desperately wanted to tell him to cum, to urge him on, but all he could do was huff and gasp through flared nostrils as his son took him more brutishly than ever, lusting for every moment that was allowed to him. His cock ached and drooled, splattering pre-cum over the inside of his pants, his jogging bottoms, but those gym trousers would have to be shoved into a bin somewhere, reeking of his shame, while he changed back into something less cum-stained for the trip home.

Luke didn't mind. Not when it was all for his son's pleasure. Anything for his son's pleasure was more than alright by him, all the lust in the world offering an advantage for their mutual benefit, saliva mixing with pre-cum in his mouth as Nico thrust and thrust. Luke could not care that his legs ached, that his knees connected solidly with the ground as he was forced to thump down, the tiles unkind to his older bones. No, all he wanted to do was to smooth his fingers over the orbs of his son's balls again and again, the soft flesh begging attention as they practically churned, even then, with every drop of cum that Nico had to offer.

His father felt it, however, as he teetered on the edge of orgasm, nose crushed lightly with stronger, more powerful thrusts of his father's cock, that length shoving its way into his throat with every stroke. It would take what it wanted, regardless of whether he was ready for it, and Luke suckled every drop of it down willingly, the hot spill of creamy pre-cum down his throat a preview for what was to come. Never before had he found another male as "leaky" as his son was, yet a cock like that only leaked because it deserved to be pleased, every drop that slopped messily forth splattering and teasing as if it knew the effect it had.

Nico started, tucking his chin down against his chest with a fine arch to his neck, muffling his squeals and nickers of orgasm. His father's cries were, at least, muffled by the thickness of his cock stuffing his throat full, stretching it out, cum pouring down, spurt after heady spurt. The power of it could not be denied and Luke had no desire to let a drop go to waste, his chest tight with the lack of breath as his son held his head down, depositing the stream right down his throat.

"Fuck... I always forget how good you suck cock, dad."

It was a tease and a flirt at the same time, Luke shivering, his son stroking his forelock, tugging at it lightly. The moment softened, though they knew they could not stay there forever, the locker room still too open for that, but they would until Nico's length was spent, his father stroking his paws down the younger stallion's thighs, adoring the virility that, in a way, he did not have to leave behind.

Luke's cock ached, yet the desire to jack off would last until he next got to see his son, always hard, always wanting, never getting what satisfied him elsewhere. Submission, after all, would always be different to an orgasm. Sometimes that was just what he needed.

With his son's cock resting in his mouth, Luke exhaled softly in a puff of air, nostrils flared.

He'd have to set up another time to take his son's cock again very soon...

He didn't know what he'd do without it.