Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2016 15:49:06 -0500
From: R D <ssingerr60115@gmail.com>
Subject: Cult Of Horses

This is a story that contains sex between an adult male, his son, and
horses

If that isn't your interest, feel no need to read further.  Please, no one
under 18, and do not read this where it is illegal to do so.

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There was a light on in the barn, dimly glowing in the distance. Little
Mikey, named as his father Big Mike, stepped off the porch into the Georgia
clay. He rubbed his eyes, still shaken away by a nightmare. Despite having
been raised to be a strong boy, Little Mikey sometimes still needed his
father's big arms around him to make it all better. He was obsessed with
his father, with his thick arms and legs, covered in a thick pelt of dark
fur. Mikey loved the feeling of his father's beard against him when he
would kiss him on his bare flesh.

There were cars and trucks all through the lot. Daddy threw parties on
occasion, 'grown up parties.' Mikey was told to stay inside, that he would
get to come to the party when the time came. But he couldn't sleep
tonight. So maybe one little peek wouldn't hurt.

He stepped closer, listening to the distant sound.

Squish, squish, squish, squish...

It was a strange sound, coming from the just behind the door. Mikey at last
pushed through the door.

Men were standing around the barn, all naked, some hugging and wiggling
against one another. And there was Daddy, totally naked, standing behind
one of the mares. Sweat glistened all over his body as he thrust in and out
of the girl. His heavy balls swayed and thumped against her as he
jackhammered away at her. Mikey gave a soft gasp, catching his father's
attention. Big Mike stepped back, his fat cock sliding free of the cunt,
showing the boy just how he earned the name.

Mikey had only seen his own cock, maybe a few peeks at Daddy in the shower
or other boys at school. Big Mike's cock was massive, the foreskin puckered
over the head and standing at full attention, drooping under it's own
weight. The juices glistened over the shaft, just as two men dove down to
their knees, one latching on to Daddy's balls and another onto his cock to
lick them clean.

Mikey and his father stared in silence for a long time, a hush filling the
room as they all turned to look. Big Mike walked closer, big cock swaying
as he took the little boy into his arms. He held him tight, feeling the
little nail of a cock poking against him.

"You like watching this, kiddo?" he said softly. His big hands groped over
him, feeling the boy's hard on. Mikey coo'd and moaned, feeling Daddy's
rough hands over him. He nodded. He didn't know what it could be, but there
was something that pulled him closer, wanting to stay close to his
father. Big Mike lead the boy closer, starting to strip him down. Mikey
lost his shirt, exposing his smooth chest and then shorts, leaving the boy
in just the cartoon print briefs. The men were crowding around the boy as
his father at last stripped him naked.

"Son, I want you to meet your family. These men are my brothers and this is
our church. You want to start coming to Church on Sunday nights with us?"

"Yes, Daddy," Mikey replied meekly.

"And you will keep our secrets?"

"Yes, Daddy," Mikey said again, the cocks around him starting to rise to
attention.

"Then son, we'll need to initiate you into our church," he rumbled. He
raised a finger, the men snapping to attention. "Gentlemen! Tonight, we
will induct my son into our ranks. We, who have learned the power of
horses, who have learned to worship these kings and queens. Son, you must
undertake three tasks. Are you ready to undertake this journey?"

Mikey felt his mouth go dry, fidgeting more. He had only wanted to be
tucked back into bed and now his life was moving so fast. But it was too
late to back out, and his father would be with him the whole time. It would
be OK. He puffed his chest out and nodded. Big Mike smiled and sat down,
his heavy balls drooping over the edge of the chair.

"First task. You show respect to your family. Come over and suck the cock
that made you."

Mikey inched closer, taking his father big uncut meat into his hands. He
could feel the heat and the drying slick of both the saliva and mare
cunt. He looked up as his father with those bright green eyes, starting to
milk that fat cock. Each pump made it swell a little more, pulling back the
hood to expose the shiny, glossy knob. Mikey looked around, the men having
crowded around to watch this sacred act, watching a son feeding from his
father for the first time. Mikey opened his mouth as wide as he could
taking the cock into his mouth. His father took him by the wrists, guiding
them to jerk the base of the cock, the little thing barely able to fit the
whole head into his mouth.

Big Mike snorted through his nose. He was the breeding bull, he was the
leader of the herd, he was the alpha male. The other men began to stroke
themselves, edging and teasing, panting and moaning as they witnessed the
boy guzzling and slobbering around the cock, drinking down the dribbling
precum.

Big Mike snarled, starting to buck his hips, working that head in and out
of the boy's young maw. Mikey held his breath, feeling the cock pressing
harder and harder against his throat before his father let out a powerful
grunt, hot cum splattering against the back of his throat. The men cheered
as they committed the taboo, the boy drinking down the cum that made him,
feeling it melt on his tongue and trickle down his throat. Mikey swallowed
as hard as he could, trying to take more and more down.

His father pulled free, damp cock drooping between his legs. The men began
to work up into a frenzy, suckling and stroking any cock in range. Mouths
latched onto nipples and cocks and holes. Big Mike rose shakily to his
feet, waving at another one of the men. There was no need for words; they
knew the next task.

Mikey held tight against his father's leg, sharing their body heat. One of
the men lead in a small pony, one of the mini-mares. Big Mike guided his
son forward, stroking the girl's side gently, keeping her calm.

"Second task, son. You show your respect to the females. You've seen horses
get covered before. The males mount, thrust, and breed. They don't know how
to make the girl's cum."

The shaky boy approached the girl. He didn't receive direction, but his
body moved on its own. He was the herd leader's son. He knew, in his core,
in his person, what he needed to do. His fingers curiously probed at her
folds, feeling the growing dampness. He traced down, watching her shiver as
his fingers traced over the clit. His father knelt beside him, a firm hand
behind his head to guide him closer. He wrapped his mouth around the nub,
tongue lashing over it before taking long deep licks between them. He held
tight to her, young arms gripping at her sides as he rammed his tongue in
and out, working faster. He father pulled him away to kiss him roughly,
tasting his own cum and mare cunt on the boy's tongue as he passionately
embraced him, groping and stroking over every inch of his body. He pulled
the boy to his feet, hands on his hips as he guided the young boy's
erection between those lips, sinking easily into the girl. His father held
him tight, guiding him, pressing his hips to drive him deeper. Mikey lost
control, just a beast now, rutting and thrust into the female. His father
adjusted his angle, ensuring he would saw against her clit, probing and
fucking deeper and deeper. The girl squatted, a gush of juices squirting
from her as she came, soaking Mikey's cock and balls. The young boy cried
out, body rippling with tingles as a dry orgasm shot through him, leaving
him shaking and panting for breath. Then men cheered again, the frenzy
growing as they found studs and mares and partners, feasting on cock, cunt,
and cum. His father bundled him up and held him tight, carrying him through
the barn.

He entered the last stall, the boy shivering at the sight of a true
stallion. The beast was massive and jet black. He stood at 20 hands, well
over 6 foot tall. His father and the other men drew close in a hushed
crowd. This was their true king, their God. And with good reason. He
sported a set of massive balls, dangling between his legs. His thick cock
drooped from his sheath as he leaned forward towards the boy, smelling the
mare on his body.

Big Mike stepped back, leaving the boy alone with the creature. Mikey
followed instinct, sinking down onto his knees beside him, carefully
stroking the rapidly hardening cock. The stallion snorted, unleashing a
torrent of musky piss. The boy held the cock with both hands like a
fire-hose, letting is soak into his body and coat him all over. This was
his leader, this was his family. He needed this. He laid on his back,
watching the massive cock slapping against the horse's belly. He knew the
dangers but he also knew the horse would not harm him. He leaned up,
stroking faster with both hands, grabbing behind the ring and over the
head, pumping quickly. He needed it. He needed the third task. He needed to
be anointed.

The horse bellowed and came HARD, the first splattering blast hitting the
boy's face, drenching him. He landed flat on his back, feeling more and
more cum slathering his body, each gush coating a new part of him, the
thick slime coated him from head to toe. His father rushed to his side,
smearing the cum around him, blessing him, marking him as one of the
followers. He pulled the boy out and laid him atop the hay bale as the
cheering men crowded up, shooting their loads onto his body, their meager
offerings totally swallowed in the thick glaze of horse cum. The boy
reveled in the religious ecstasy as he opened his mouth, catching what cum
was offered. More and more men gave their offerings, showing their approval
for the boy, before at last his father stepped up and shot his second load
of the night across his own son's forehead, smearing it across him like
holy oil.

Mikey felt a surge in his body, a new sensation. He reached down to stroke
his cock, easily using the mixed species cum as lube. His father watched
closely, teasing over those nipples and that puckered hole. The boy's fist
worked into a blur as he stroked more, his balls churning. He had drank
from their leader, he had drank from his father. He was a man now.

He groaned loudly as he cock throbbed and his first cum shot from him,
shooting over his head. The second shot caught him squarely in the tongue
before the third and forth striped across his body. Then men raised their
hands, cheering, howling, braying, welcoming the newest member to their
ranks.