Quality Father-Son Time
The dark room was illuminated only by the light of a computer on a desk in the corner. Over by the bed was a nightstand with a clock that showed in bright green numbers the time: 5:15 AM. On the bed were a few items of clothing: a shirt, a pair of jeans, and a pair of briefs. But at the moment, the only interesting aspect of the bedroom was the brown, naked horse posing in front of his computer.
Jared Corraine was acting out his morning routine: Getting up before it was time to go to school, and making money. He posed for his online fans. He had gathered a pretty decent following, which made him feel good, like he finally had something he was good at and could be appreciated for. And the business paid well; he made as much as 250 dollars in one sitting from hungry clients eager to piss their money into Jared's bank account for another five minutes of watching him screw himself. The only issue he had with making the videos was that many of the clients were pigs, literally and figuratively, and it slightly disturbed him to know that he was the chief attention of their fantasies. But as long as they paid, he could deal with the queasy feeling of knowing some drooling perv was watching his body. He only had to make sure that he didn't reveal his face, in case someone from school saw one of his videos and went to a teacher, or worse, a police officer. Even though he looked enough like a full-grown stallion, since he was 17, his videos were technically illegal as they depicted sexual acts involving a minor, and his dad could get in serious trouble. That was why he never did a live show, always saving a video to his hard drive to preview it, and redoing the video if he ever accidentally climaxed or showed too much of his face.
He turned and showed his tail off at the comp, poking his rear with his fingers, and sucking them after pulling out. His large horse penis was erect, and reached up to his well-toned, muscled chest when he held it up, quietly moaning so as to give his fans a bit more, and to not wake up his dad, who slept until 6:00. His testicles were like oranges hanging between his legs. Ever since he hit puberty years before, he had been proud of his large genitals, even though they were just average sized by horse standards. He slowly fondled his massive balls, licking his fingers and wiping the spit all over his scrotum, and tasting the sweat that gathered in his nether regions. He held his genitals up to the laptop's integrated webcam for the entire world to see, to gawk at, to pleasure themselves at the sight of his hard and veined member leaking prefluid. At that moment, Jared was at the top of the world, and everyone at the bottom was fixated on him, the delicious stud-god who offered them intense pleasure at the cost of a little cash.
He was reluctantly brought back down to Earth when the alarm on his clock went off, like it did every morning at 5:45. He saved the video to his hard drive and turned his laptop off, and turned off his alarm. He was getting dressed, and had just put on his pants when his dad, Stark Corraine, walked in.
"You getting ready for school, son?" Stark asked. His massive build seemed to take up half the bedroom. His arms bulged with muscles that were trained every day in his home gym, and his defined pecs rippled with muscle. His legs were no different, as big around as Jared's head and rippling with exposed veins from carrying the large horse's weight. He wore only the boxers he slept in, and Jared made out the bulge of his dad's gargantuan testicles against those pants. His blue eyes, the same eyes as Jared's, looked at his son and appeared to reflect his question.
Jared nearly jumped at his father coming in earlier than usual. Five minutes earlier and he would have been caught without more than just a shirt. He calmed himself and answered, "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute, dad."
His dad lingered for a moment, looking at Jared, and then left without saying another word. Ever since his mom had left, Jared had only his father to take care of him, and while he loved his dad, he could be annoyingly overprotective. But Jared didn't totally mind. Perhaps his dad just didn't want to lose his son like he lost his wife. And, disgusting as it may be, Jared had more than once fantasized about his dad, about being under those legs, feeling his sweaty mane rub against his face and chest as he climbed onto his back. . . .but they were only fantasies. There was no way in Hell that he could ever ask his dad to bed with him; the awkwardness and trouble that would cause! His dad would think him a freak, and perhaps even throw him out of the house under the worst circumstances. No, Jared would have to be content with watching him sleep, sneaking the occasional peek at him in the bathroom after a shower, getting into his used underwear while he was away. . . .god, the more he thought of it, the more of a freak he felt. But he couldn't help himself, could he?
He shook his head and tried to get thoughts of his father out of his mind. He put on his shoes and grabbed his backpack, which was heavy from school books, and headed to the door, where Stark was waiting.
"Have a good day at school," he said. "Be careful around the street."
"Yeah, I know, dad. I'll be careful. See ya later." Jared hugged his dad, savoring the second he had in his embrace, smelling the musk wafting off his large neck. He let go before he became hard right there, and went out the door. His dad watched him go, and then closed the door when he was far enough away.
Jared was at the next block when he suddenly remembered the presentation he had to give in science class that day. He put his backpack down and, after leafing through it, discovered that his portable hard drive was nowhere to be found.
"Damn it," he said, slamming his fist on the ground. "I left it at home!"
Cursing his own stupidity, Jared picked up his backpack and ran back home. Perhaps if he could get it and run right back out, he could still get to school on time, or at least miss only the first few minutes.
He opened the front door to his house and ran through the hallway into his bedroom. The first thing he noticed was the pair of boxers on the ground by his bed.
The second thing he noticed was his stunned dad sitting at Jared's desk, holding his large, half-erect penis in his hands.
The third thing he noticed was his most recent video playing on his laptop.
Stark jumped from the seat, exiting the video as quick as he could, but Jared, having dropped his backpack and forgetting his hard drive, had already seen everything. They both began reciting their excuses at the same time.
"Dad, I--"
"Jared, it's not--"
"I just wanted--"
"I didn't know--"
Then they both stopped and looked at eachother. Jared's eyes diverted to his father's retreating penis and his beautiful testicles, and instantly felt himself become aroused. His mind wandering in a million different places at once, Jared blurted out the first thing that came to his mind:
"Do. . . do you like them?" He nodded towards the computer.
Stark looked at the computer and back at Jared.
"Y-yeah," he said. Jared had never heard him stammer before. "I've been watching them for a while now. I'm sorry, son. I'm a freak."
He actually looked like he was about to cry.
Jared stepped closer to his dad, gently put his hand on his face, and said "No, you're not. . .or if you are, then. . . well, then I am, too. . . " Jared proceeded to tell his father how attracted he was to him, of all the fantasies he had about him. Oddly enough, it wasn't for his own pleasure; at that moment, he only wanted his dad to know that, in some weird way, he was not a freak--that his son was there, as he always was. He wanted his dad to be happy.
When he finished, he waited for Stark to respond. After taking a deep breath, he responded in a soft voice, almost a whisper:
"I've been doing that, too," he said. "Looking under the bathroom door when you shower, touching you while you sleep. . .I can't help myself. You're so. . . beautiful."
And Jared couldn't take anymore. He looked in his father's shining eyes and moaned, "Oh, dad," then kissed him on the lips. He felt his spirits soar when his dad kissed back, touching his cheek with his hand, inserting his slimy tongue into his muzzle. The two of them stood that way, eyes closed while they kissed eachother.
Jared broke the kiss to quickly take off his shirt, exposing his own abs, and then got back to kissing Stark. The two embraced, and Jared felt his stomach against his dad's warm muscles. He ran his hand through Stark's mane, down his back, and squeezed his toned, sexy ass. Stark moved his hands to his son's jeans and unfastened them, letting them drop to Jared's feet. The briefs he was wearing bulged with his ever-growing erection, and threatened to rip against his large horse penis. Jared felt Stark's hand rub the bulge, coaxing it farther out of the sheathe, and then his dad lowered his underwear, fully exposing his expanding cock. Their penises rubbed against eachother, causing them both to gasp and moan and breathe heavily as they kissed, each male moving his hand through the other's hair and body faster than with each passing moment while they kissed their necks and snouts.
Finally, Jared had enough. He slowly kissed and licked his way down his father's massive, sweaty body, savoring his musk. He licked his nipples and kissed his bellybutton on the way down to his pelvis, where his father's big, pulsing member waited. He slowly--oh, so slowly--licked his dad's long shaft, which throbbed with every pulse of blood that surged through the engorged veins sticking out all over the penis. Moans of intense pleasure escaped Stark's mouth as his son slowly licked his cock up and down, and made his way down to his massive, dangling testicles. Having coveted these wonderful orbs for years, Jared felt his insides writhe with pleasure at finally being able to lick them, to taste the salty sweat gathering on them, and to move them around with his tongue.
"Oh, yeah," he heard his dad say. "Oh, please, keep going. . ."
Jared obliged, covering his dad's bouncing scrotum with his saliva for several minutes. Then he looked up at his dad with a grin on his face that said "Now comes the fun part." His dad grinned back, and Jared moved back to Stark's cock, which was leaking a thin stream of clear fluid from the tip. He opened his mouth and guided the penis in, feeling the wet member throb hard against his mouth. He tasted his father's prefluid and loved its salty taste upon his tongue. He took the cock as far as he could make it go, which was not very far, considering his dad's massive length. He could grab the rest of the shaft with both hands.
In fact, that's what he did. He clasped his father's penis in his hands and began to suck eagerly, rubbing the rest of the shaft in time with his bobbing head. He looked up at his dad's face, and saw that his head was hung back, and his mouth was wide open, releasing silent shouts of pleasure as his beloved son pleasured him.
Suddenly Stark grabbed the sides of Jared's head, keeping him still. Apparently Jared had found his dad's spot. Stark began to carefully thrust into his son's hands and mouth, slowly humping the boy's muzzle. Jared's penis throbbed wildly as he saw his dad's leg muscles tighten and slightly enlarge with their movement, exposing even more bulging veins. The hard member in his mouth went down his throat as his dad began to thrust harder, faster, into him. He knew what was about to happen, and he braced giddily for it.
With one final, enormous thrust, his father's penis began to swell in Jared's mouth, and then began a quick pumping session. Jared saw his dad's tail swish behind him, going up and down as was normal for an ejaculating horse. His mouth was soon flooded with long waves and spurts of his father's seed, which he drank and swallowed with ecstasy. Something wet hit his head while he drank his dad's cum, and when Jared looked up, his father's head was leaning down and forward, and his eyes were tightly shut. His teeth were bared, and drool was escaping his lips and onto Jared's head. Semen continued pouring from his dick, and Jared let a bunch of it flow from his mouth and onto his body, coating himself in his father's white, delicious semen. Finally, the violent bursts settled into quick throbs and Stark's sperm stopped flowing into his son.
Jared released his grip on his dad's penis and stood up, cum dripping down his lips and chest. Stark looked at his son and, letting out a lusty chuckle, licked the teen's lips, cleaning them and tasting his own essence.
"Oh, son, that was so good," he said. Then he looked down at Jared's own throbbing member. "But now it's time for you to fill me." He smiled and moved over to the bed. Standing there for a moment, he looked to his gorgeous son and posed, flexing his muscles. He stretched his arms behind his head and turned his body to the right, showing off the side of his butt, and raised his tail a little. Jared stood there, holding his raging member in his hand, watching his sexy dad show off every inch of his muscular body.
His dad then lay down on the bed on his back, and outstretched his huge legs, inviting his son to come and enter his unbelievably sexy ass.
Jared quickly obliged. He knelt on the bed in front of his dad, looking down at the beast that helped create him, in awe of the fact that he is actually having sex not only with his father, but with a seasoned, sexy stud of a horse that had actually taken an interest in him. This was the best day of his life, and he was going to enjoy it in every possible way.
He held his penis in his hand and looked into his father's raised butthole. "This won't hurt, will it, dad?"
"Nah," Stark replied. "It might sting on the way in, but it'll be fine after that. Go ahead. Hump your sexy dad's butt." He smiled that same evil smile that Jared had come to love.
"All right," Jared said. He guided his cock into his father's butt, gasping and letting out a loud moan as his length slid all the way in, up to his base. Stark also moaned and gripped the sheets beneath him as his son's hard, long, throbbing cock filled his ass and made its way up his insides. It hurt more than he assured Jared it would, but he didn't care.
Jared grabbed a hold of Stark's powerful legs, and, using them as an anchor, began to pull his penis out. When it was more than halfway out, he pushed back in, and repeated the pattern in rhythmic succession. He felt his father's tight ass instinctively close around his big cock, increasing his pleasure as he felt the warm inner walls of the daddy horse's ass rub against his penis. He looked down on his moaning dad and his erect penis, and his testicles as they bounced with Jared's thrusting. Jared bent his head down and licked the penis, once again leaving some of his saliva on the shaft.
He quickened his pace, feeling the insurmountable orgasm creeping up on him from the inside. He pumped harder into his dad, moving faster, and disrupted the rhythm of his thrusting.
Finally, he felt it: the surging power of his climax course through him like a river. He stopped thrusting as his penis began to violently throb and his tail began moving up and down. He looked the same way Stark did when he ejaculated in Jared's mouth earlier, with his eyes closed and his teeth bared, drooling onto his father's cock. His semen left him, and he gasped loudly as he filled his dad with warm semen. Burst after burst, wave after wave flowed through him and into his father, his lover, his sexy hunk. Finally he withdrew, releasing a little semen from his dad's butt and letting it flow onto his sheets. His penis was still long, and he held it up to his chest. He could smell his dad's inner ass from the hard penis, and he loved it. He leaned down onto his father's stomach, and the two of them kissed again. Jared rubbed his hands through his father's sweaty mane, a movement that just yesterday was only a fantasy for him, and relished in his dad's mouth.
When they stopped kissing and reluctantly got up, Jared spoke.
"That was so amazing, dad."
"Yeah," Stark replied. "It really was. I love feeling your cum in my ass."
"Can we do it again sometime?"
"How's every night sound?"
Jared's eyes lit up. "Really?"
"Yep. After you're no longer grounded."
"What?!" Jared exclaimed.
"You heard me. What the hell were you thinking, putting pornographic videos up online where any twisted psychopath can ogle at you? Do you have any idea what could have happened? If the criminals didn't get us, the police could have, and then what? If you want to continue this," and here he flexed again, "then you'll first delete every single video you've made, delete whatever accounts you have on those sites, and give me the laptop to hold for a week. And no sex. "
"A week?! I can't wait that long!"
"Well. . . .three days. IF you're good. Now, I'm going to go and call your high school and tell them about that nasty cold you caught, which is why you couldn't be there for your presentation."
Stark winked at his son, and left Jared in the bedroom to both sulk at his punishment and marvel at his new and wonderful lifestyle.