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Colt Courting

Chapter Two

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

30thMarch, 2023

All Rights Reserved.

Max quivered in fear and excitement, leading his stepfather inside, before sitting himself on a couch, the older Bay looking around, then sitting in the opposite couch and leaning forwards.

"So, how does this all work..." Asked Finn, scratching idly at the back of his head, his hooflets digging at an annoying itch.

"Well, I think a shower would be a great idea - I can smell you from here dad - not that there's _really_anything wrong with a horse that's been worked hard..."

Finn blinked, then snorted. "You haven't seen me work hard Colt, I've gone easy on you ever since you were as high as my fetlock!"

Max snickered, then stood up and held out a paw. "Maybe, dad, tonight things might be different..."

*

Max coughed and spluttered, shoved under the full force of the shower rose by his larger and stronger father. Taking a brush, Finn spun him about and used one paw to pin Max against the wall, the other he began furiously scrubbing from neck to rump.

"Arrgh, hey! I'd like my hair left on..." Max wheezed and twitched.

"Think that dirt and sweat will come off by its own? Now, stand up already!"

Max snorted, the smile spreading across his leathery lips making them curl at the ends. He took a half step back, his tail filled with soap and water - then flicked back and forth across the larger stallions sheath.

"Keep that up..." Finn growled, leaning forwards, then a paw slid down and squeezed Max's own sheath. "We won't make it to the bedroom..."

Max squirmed and hung his head, water dripping from his chin as he flicked his tail again.

"Well dad, it would make it _so_much easier to clean up...downside, well... I need to get something first..."

Finn snorted, stepping from one hoof to the other, before pushing off the wall and crossed his arms over his well muscled chest.

"Be quick, my tolerance for mares who tease is pretty low..."

Max nickered in laughter, stepping from the shower and forgoing even a towel, left wet hoof prints from the bathroom. Finn sighed then continued washing himself, waiting for Max to return. As he turned around to rinse off his back, one tubular ear flicked and Max opened the shower and stepped back in.

"About time..." Finn growled, then looked at Max, who grinned mischievously.

"Well, I see how it is, you're going to make me work for it?"

Finn snickered and nodded. "A good mare knows what her stallion likes..."

Max snorted, setting the large lube bottle on the floor, before he knelt down and gently placed both paws on his stepfather's belly. Finn pressed himself back against the shower wall, pretending not to notice - until Max's broad tongue circled the slit in the sheath, then ran down it.

"Oh..." Finn wheezed, one hoof rising into a cocked position.

As Max worked the sheath, one paw reached up and cupped the firm, leathery orbs, gently rolling them around and around, as he snickered quietly.

"If you're laughing mare..." Finn growled, his hooflets clattering against the wall of the shower. "You're not..."

Four inches of firming equine length suddenly dissapeared into Max's muzzle, silencing Finn in his admonishment. Max flicked his ears back, gazing up at his stepfather, before he smirked wider and curled his tongue just around the base of the penile head. With vigour and skill, Max quickly brought his stepfather to full arousal as he eased his head downwards - lips sealing tight and tongue twirling.

"I've never..." Finn wheezed, muzzle open and ears flat.

Max snorted through his nostrils, before he closed his eyes and wrapped one hand around the base of Finn's length, the other continuing to massage and work the tightening scrotum. Finn twitched as Max's head dipped even lower - his lips inching over the thick penile medial ring and strong throat muscles contracting and relaxing.

Max's breathing become a little more ragged, as he alternated breaths with taking the impressive length into his throat. He could feel the tension against his oesophagus, as the equine penial organ began to flare. Squirts of hot pre-ejaculate spurted and Max drank it down like a beer on a hot summers afternoon.

Finn groaned and quivered, he couldn't help it, his hands reaching down and gripping Max's ears, before he whinnied and his tail flagged violently. With a quick thrust, he shoved his full length into Max's muzzle, eliciting a startled urk from deep in Max's throat - before it felt like a gallon of hot, sticky foal-cream spurted down the young colt's throat.

Max's eyes squeezed closed, he swallowed as fast as he could, his lips curled up in a smile - but not braking stride or easing on his enthusiastic suckling.

"I've..." Finn gurgled helplessly.

His tumescent length almost instantly began to soften and retract post orgasm, Finn was speechless, his body trembling from the amazing orgasm that had nearly dropped him to the floor.

Max smirked, looking up adoringly, remaining with his broad nostrils almost flat against Finn's belly - his panting breath rippling the wet fur. Max's tongue still twirled around the semi-erect length in his muzzle, before he lapped at the tip and Finn reluctantly released Max's ears.

"Christ...for a Paint..." Finn shuddered.

Max held the semi-firm length lightly in one paw, as he looked up and gave a weak cough, before he wiped his muzzle.

Finn slightly crouched, slipping his wet hands under Max's armpits and helping the smaller equine to his hooves.

"Not bad..." Max coughed again and shuddered. "For an old... has been stallion..."

Finn blinked, then lifting Max's chin up and touched noses with him.

"Oh, you think I'm like a thoroughbred huh? One and done? That's it? Back to the stables for a rub down and bath?"

"Well...I was hoping not..." Max grinned insolently, then licked his stepfather's nose. "Think you can truly make me a mare, show me you've still got it and...uh..."

Max blinked, before his eyes went wide in shock, looking down and seeing the rock hard length slap against Finn's belly.

"You want to be taken like a mare? I'll give you your wish son... You might want to rest up tomorrow, as tonight? This mare's going to get riding lessons of a _different_sort..."

TO BE CONTINUED...