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A Warm Fire in a Blizzard

© Kenneth Beltan

1

Ulysses woke up slowly, something unusual for him. Today was the beginning of his holiday, however, the strict routine of Enforcer life was not easily forgotten. He'd slept well and had one of his favorite dreams: him getting it on with his father. He'd been dreaming erotic dreams of father since he started puberty. His rock hard erection was laying again his stomach under the covers, and he reached down lazily and began gently stroking and squeezing himself. He sighed contentedly to himself as he closed his eyes again and imagined his handsome father's body.

The telephone suddenly rang and interrupted Ulysses' fantasy. With an annoyed growl, he reluctantly took his paw from his cock and picked up the phone. Squinting at the brightly LED-lit caller-ID display, he was surprised to see the caller was his father. He touched the 'talk' button and put the receiver to his ear.

"Hello there, old man. I was just thinking about you," Ulysses purred, grinned at both his cheek and the coincidental irony of his statement. With his free paw, he grasped his cock and lazily stroked himself.

"Good morning, Ulysses," his father answered. "For a second, I thought I was talking to a husky madame. Just calling to make sure you didn't forget out plans. You sound a bit drowsy, by the way."

"You're uncanny. I just woke up."

"What? My son, the tom-cat of discipline and regiment, waking up as late as nine o'clock? If my name isn't Jeremiah Abdul Feral, I'd say this is the first time I've ever known you to sleep in so late!" He was laughing gleefully as Ulysses' expense.

"Hardy-har-har, old man." Ulysses smirked. "My job is a pain in my well-sculpted ass. I deserve to sleep in once in a while."

"Yes, yes, I'm only making fun because I love you. Anyway, we're still on, yes no?"

"Of course. St. C.."ur station at three; train leaves at four, platform R4."

"Excellent. I'll be at Supatra's on the third floor. Just look for me."

"Will do, Dad. Hey, they say a blizzard is almost certainly on the way. You sure you want to still do this?"

"Sure. It'll be fun whatever happens. We'll be cozy, and the utilities are underground anyway. The storm won't affect them."

"Okay, sounds fun. Talk to you later."

"Bye."

Ulysses hung up the phone and placed it back on his bedside table. Smiling, he shifted into a more comfortable position. He reached back down and tried to revive his somewhat deflated member and soon realized he had to pee rather badly. Not wanting to have to deal with wet sheets this morning, he decided to get up out of bed and have his fun in the shower.

He pulled the covers back and swung his legs out of bed. He stretched and yawned. Sitting there, he looked at himself and stared at his penis. He loved his cock, and he knew how gifted he was. He was pretty sure he got that from his father from the countless times he'd seen his father's penis growing up. Even only half erect, Ulysses stretched eight inches with a two-inch girth. His member was laying over balls the size of mandarin oranges between sculpted and well-groomed legs.

He slowly curled his fist around his shaft and gave it a few strokes. He got an idea and swung back onto his bed. He put his feet on the mattress close to his body so his knees stuck up on either side of him. He lowered his mouth to his penis and slowly sucked it in. He loved the musky saltiness and heat of his own penis on his tongue. Cupping his balls in his left paw and holding his shaft slightly in his right, he mouthed himself a bit and then used his tongue to tease his cock-tip. The effect was almost instantaneous, and he didn't hold back at all as he felt his bladder loosen and begin to empty into his mouth. He felt the first spurt of warm urine hit his tongue and stopped stimulating his cock. He sat still and relaxed as he started peeing hard into his mouth. He enjoyed the salty taste of his morning load as well as the relaxing sensation of relieving his rather full bladder. He drank down about half of of his bladder-full before he managed to stop peeing. He wanted to give himself a pre-shower before his usual morning one.

He got out of bed and made his way to the bathroom, his cock fully awake again and hard. He stopped by the full-length mirror in the bathroom to admire himself. His cock stood fourteen inches with a three inch girth. It was glistening in the dim bathroom light from his urine. He stepped into his large glass shower, shut the door, and opened the tap. As the warm water began falling on him, he opened his bladder again and began peeing up on his chest. He imagined it was his father urinating on him and forced his bladder, causing his urine to geyser up into his face, which he also doused thoroughly. He aimed himself back onto his chest and watched himself pee, the thick stream breaking up in the air over himself. He re-aimed his stream so it fell back directly onto itself. He used his urine as lubricant as he stepped out of the stream of the shower and began rubbing up and down his shaft.

He sat down on the bench at the back of the shower and lowered his mouth to his cock again. He simultaneously stroked and sucked himself, already half-way to an orgasm. Within a minute, he experienced the first stages of climax and eagerly rode the wave. Soon he felt the first spurt of seamen hit his tongue as he orgasm began in earnest. He groaned loudly and stopped his self-administrations as he sprayed a substantial load into his mouth. When he stopped cumming, he continued to hold his member in his mouth. He often had to pee after orgasm, and sure enough, he began to piss again in his own mouth. He drank every last drop he had.

Ulysses let his cock go and leaned back against the tiled wall, a satisfied and now fully-awake tom-cat.

"Well," he said, clapping his thighs as his penis began to deflate, "time to take a shower."

2

Ulysses had his duffle bag packed and sitting by the door. He was making sure his home was tidy and that the windows were firmly locked and shut. He looked out his living room window down to the street. Even from the second floor of the building, he could see there was a lot of snow on the ground, though the street had been plowed now. Kittens were playing on top of the snow banks the plows had pushed up. There couldn't be an unhappy kitten in the whole city, the thought to himself with a grin.

He padded upstairs to his bedroom to get dressed. At home, he didn't often bother being fully dressed. His father had never been a modest man where nudity was concerned, and he had never expected it of his son. Consequently, Ulysses wasn't very modest as an adult in his own home. He slipped on a pair of acid-wahsed jeans over his underwear, tucked in a wine-red T-shirt and plaid button-up, and put on his black leather jacket. It was winter, and the thermometer in his kitchen had informed him it was -20º Celsius outside. He put on his boots, wrapped a scarf around his neck, shouldered his bag, and stepped out into his small hall. He stepped out of his door, locked it behind, and made his way down stairs to his front stoop and the street door.

The breeze instantly stung his face when he opened the door. It was snowing abundantly, and there were already two feet piled on Megakat City. Even the smallest ledge on the stone façades of the stately row-houses had high piles, and the bare trees lining the wide sidewalks looked like giant white dandelions. The weather reports had said a blizzard was forming fast to the west behind the cells that had already dumped so much on the city in so little time. Ulysses hoped that if it came, it wouldn't interfere too much with his vacation plans. He didn't want to stay indoors for the whole trip.

Locking the street door behind him, he carefully trudged down the steps to the sidewalk and started making his way the subway station two blocks away in St. Vitus Square. Expectedly, there were people all about doing shopping, some obviously stocking up a little on supplies in case the blizzard indeed materialized. Judging by the number of people, he figured most everybody was convinced it was coming. He certainly was at any rate. The stores along the street were busy, and the square around the station was jumping for a day like this one. The merchants and buyers were bundled up more than usual, but the usual hustle and collage of goods and languages were just as in evidence as ever. He could even see a lot of activity in the Red Light District beyond the grand subway entrance. People rushing to get laid before the storm, he thought amusedly to himself.

Ulysses hurried down the stairs to get out of the wind. Soon he was on the mezzanine where he stopped to shake the snow off his body. He strode up to the turn-stile, waited a second for the beep to indicate the sensor had read the metro card in his pocket, and pushed his way through.

He'd seen this station countless times in his many years living in the uptown St. Mary neighborhood of Little Bohemia, but he never got tired of admiring the architecture. The station had floors and walls of marble and granite, Renaissance motifs, and beautiful frescos of the wild forests outside the city's southwestern edge. There was a stately obelisk in the middle of the round mezzanine. Beyond it were three banks of escalators, two on either far side that led to the express tracks, and a central one, also the widest, that led to the local trains. On the far end of the local platform, along which Ulysses was now headed along with two dozen other cats, were another banks of escalators leading to the second level mezzanine. This one was as ornate as the first level, expect it had a great chandelier hanging in the middle of the rotunda; it also had a triad of escalators leading to local and express train platforms bellow. He took the escalator to the express platform and sat on a stone bench to wait for his train. Less than a minute later, it pulled into the station. He boarded and looked to see if he'd get lucky today and get a seat. He spotted one being vacated almost immediately and made his way over. The door tone sounded, the doors shut, and the train took off for the central borough of St. C.."ur.

In twelve minutes, his train pulled into St. C.."ur Central Station, and Ulysses made his way up to the restaurant his father had indicated on the third floor. This was the oldest and most ornate of all the stations main rail termini in Megakat City, built in the pure white marble hewn from the famous quarries north of the city in the badlands. Only the great temples of the city were more beautiful. Megakat City's history had long involved being at a transportation center, and its system was one of the city's finest achievements.

A woman in traditional Thai costume was smiling at him as he entered the restaurant. "Sawatdee," she greeted him, her hands together before her face as he gave a slight bow.

Ulysses returned the gesture and greeting. "I'm looking for a Mr. Feral. He should already be here."

"Yes, he is. Please come with me." She smiled again and led him to his father's table.

"Ulysses!" his father called as they came into sight of each other. They embraced tightly, nuzzling each other's faces. "It's good to see you. I'm starving. Let's eat!"

"Agreed." Ulysses put his bag in the booth and sat down.

"What can I get you two?" the hostess asked.

"Warm Thai tea," Jeremiah Feral answered.

"Me, too," chimed Ulysses. "I'd also like some fried tofu and tom kha gai soup. For my entrée, catfish in red curry."

"Already know what you want, don't you?" she grinned.

"Your establishment had a menu display in my subway car." Ulysses grinned.

"It's good to see that's working," she chuckles. "What about you, sir?" she asked, turning to Feral senior.

"To be honest," he rumbled in his warm, calm voice, "what he ordered sounds wonderful. I think I'd like the same."

"Coming up."

"So, son, do you think the blizzard'll come?"

"Yeah. It certainly seems to be."

"Well, there'll be plenty of snow. You've always loved snow. The snowmobiling will certainly be good. I can't wait. You know, I was just watching the weather before I came into the restaurant. They say it's strengthened a lot over the late few hours and is now officially a blizzard. I don't know if you looked at the report before you left."

Ulysses shook his head. "Na. My own sense are enough for me. It's going to come."

"I look forward to that, too."

3

The food was warming and spicy, and it was perfect on a day such as this. Ulysses and his father chatted away as they ate. They always got on well. Jeremiah had a way of making his son more mellow. It was hard not to be mellow around Jeremiah Feral. He himself was a calm and friendly fellow. He was as tall as his son and a bit plump. He had a softer, more friendly face, but they were equally handsome in their own ways. Ulysses was Jeremiah's pride and joy. He wasn't hard on the eyes either, he had thought secretly for many years.

When they finished their meal, they made their way down to the ticket counter.

"Tickets are on me," Jeremiah said to his son as he pulled out his wallet. "Two two-ways for St. Ursula. We're leaving today and coming back next Sunday evening."

The sales clerk rapidly keyed in the information on the computer. "Yes, sir. Twenty-two santis, please."

Jeremiah handed over the money, received change, and two tickets promptly rose out of the slot on the counter.

"Regional platform number four on sub-level five. The train leaves in ten minutes. Have a nice trip, sirs." The clerk smiled.

"Thank you." He took tickets and handed one to his son. "Let's be off."

They walked over to the lifts and rode down to their level. The train was already sitting at platform number four, and passengers were already boarding the train. Father and son made their way to a middle car, climbed up to upper level seats, stored their bags and jackets in the baggage compartment, and settled in their seats for the eighty minute ride to the small town of St. Ursula, where the family had a decent sized plot of land and a large cabin. The home had been in the family for over eighty years. It was built jointly between several Feral siblings when it was fashionable for well to do families to build rustic homes away from the city in its early industrial days. It was used now by the larger Feral clan, making its upkeep very easy and giving it frequent use.

The land use to belong to a middling farmer, who was a friend to Andrew Feral, a poor farmer. The farmer died and left his land to Andrew. Andrew decided the land would be used for the making of a grand house for the whole clan to use, and with the help of his brothers and sisters, they built it. It was a good home, and the farmland was rich. The Ferals were no longer a poor family after that, if not a rich one. In later years, the house had ceased to be a regular homestead and turned into a family resort. It was still a place they all returned to, and most family celebrations were still held there.

Five minutes after taking their seats, the conductor announced the departure of the train, the doors closed, the the train left the station. They were finally on their way.

"You know, I think I'll start a fire first thing when we get there," said Jeremiah almost dreamily.

"A cup of spiced orange tea for me," Ulysses said, looking out the window at the tunnel lights speeding by. "I wonder if the storm's kicked up some since I was last outside."

"Well, we'll an idea in a minute when the train passes over the river. We won't know what the ground looks like obviously until we've left St. Sebastian. Oh, here it comes!"

They looked out the Ulysses' window as darkness of the tunnel gave way to pure whiteness. They almost couldn't see the river bellow the snow was so thick.

"Yes, it's stronger all right," said Ulysses nodding.

"I wonder what it'll be like up in St. Ursula." Jeremiah furrowed his brow and tried to exactly remember the weather reports. "They said the blizzard was supposed to cover them, too, and the northern end of the storm reaches further east than our part of it."

"When's it supposed to hit?"

"Tomorrow evening. Sooner than they thought."

"Not much time for snowmobiling, huh?" Ulysses sounded obviously disappointed.

Jeremiah patted his son on the back. "Don't worry, son. It won't likely last the whole time we're there, and there'll be plenty for us to do beside outside stuff."

"I know. Your company more than makes up for less outdoor fun." Ulysses smiled and nuzzles his father.

Jeremiah purred and returned his son's affection. "You're sweet to an old man."

The train sailed back into the tunnel on the other side of the river. Passengers turned their heads back from the windows and they began other pursuits. Ulysses also had a way to pass the time and pulled out a Game Cat from the small custom bag that he'd kept with him.

"You want to play some video games to pass the time?" he asked his father.

"I get to choose the game," Jeremiah insisted.

"Deal."

4

The storm had indeed strengthened by the time the train arrived in St. Ursula. It was dark now from the clouds and snow. The sun would be set in about a half-hour, so it didn't really matter. The two cats had to squint as they walked into the storm. Passengers filed slowly off the train platform; some started off toward the main street and the center of the town, while Jeremiah and Ulysses followed a small group of cats to the trolly stop off the main railway platform. Though they couldn't see the small train approaching, it was still audible even over the howl of the wind. When the trolly stopped, the small group of cats stepped quickly into the heated two-car trolly.

The trolly was fairly full with some townsfolk and cats from surrounding farms and villages. Since St. Ursula was the main town in the region, it was also the commercial and official hub of the region. Most people had bags either sitting in their laps or hanging in their paws full of various sundry things. With no more seats to be had, the two Ferals took hold of a bar as the doors shut and the trolly pulled away.

The Feral house was a kilometer outside the town, and in a few short minutes they disembarked at the first crossroad outside St. Ursula. The station was underground but very close to the surface. Two adults and a three-cat family got off with the Ferals and climbed to the surface. The surface to the pedestrian island in the center of a very large roundabout. A tall sign mounted above the subway entrance pointed out and named the seven roads that met at the roundabout. It was odd to the Ferals to come out of a subway station and not see any buildings.

There was a snowmobile sitting under one of the streetlights surrounding the pedestrian island, a bundled up cat with goggles already sitting there. A woman hurried over to him and gave him a kiss before getting on behind him.

"Is anyone going to St. Anthony village?" the driver called out over the wind. "I can carry two or three more cats."

"I am, if you please!" an elderly woman called over, her arm raised above her head. She was handed a helmet as she carefully mounted the snowmobile.

"What about you two?" the driver asked the Ferals, as they were there only ones heading near the St. Anthony fork.

"Thank you, sir, but we're heading up Beach Way!" Jeremiah called back.

"How far?"

"The fork. We're going to Feral drive."

"That wouldn't be too far out of my way, but I want to get this dear woman home and out of the storm," the driver said lamentably.

"Don't worry about me!" the old woman said, waving a paw. "We'll just keep going down Beach Way 'til Riverside Road and double-back to St. Anthony that way. It's not too far out of the way."

"You sure, ma'am?"

"Oh yes. I'm a tough old broad. I can handle this!"

The cats laughed, including the old woman.

"You heard her," spoke the young woman for the first time. "Climb on." She turned to the old woman. "I think they should ride in front of us. They're huge and will block the snow."

"Thank you so much for the ride. We appreciate it," Feral senior said as he and his son clamored over to the snowmobile and climbed on.

"No problem. Hold on tight now."

He started the snowmobile and they took off down Beach Way. They were at the fork in three minutes; one branch led to the shore by the river, and the other to their private drive which continued on for another four minutes. The Ferals climbed off and said their good-byes to their brief companions. The snowmobile hummed away and quickly disappeared up the road. Jeremiah and Ulysses then began their way up Feral Drive.

As they got closer to the house, they could begin to see its outline in the dark, swirling snow. The house was three story Victorian with a deep wrap-around porch. They picked up their pace and climbed their stairs to the porch as quickly (and safely) as they could. The porch didn't provide much cover from the wind but enough so they didn't need to squint so much. Jeremiah dug in his pocket for the key. When he found it and unlocked the door, they quickly filed in and closed the door firmly behind them. They marveled momentarily at the relative quiet within the old house compared to the howling storm outside.

"Well, let's get out of our coats, shall we?" Jeremiah said.

Ulysses nodded and pushed the old light switch to his right. The light in the coat nook turned on, and they seated themselves on the small bench to take off their boots and hang their coats. They shook the last of the snow out of their head fur and stepped out of the entranceway. Jeremiah went immediately over to the fireplace and began piling wood and kindling. Ulysses turned on some lamps, and the large wood-panaled living room took on a low but warm glow. The Persian rug felt cool under his feet but not as cold as the hardwood floors were bound to be. He decided to rectify that and went over to the thermostat and turned the temperature up just enough to make the house cozy with a sweater on.

Ulysses turned to watch his father at the fireplace. He watched him open the flu before picking up a box of matches. Soon a tiny fire was going in the kindling. He silently waited until his father was satisfied the fire would catch the logs. Jeremiah stood up and turned to look at his son.

"That should make things more cheery." The elder Feral smiled. "I think we should get out of these wet, soiled clothes. What do you think, son?"

"Sounds delightful." Ulysses began to unbutton his shirt.

"We'll just throw these downstairs tonight and wash them tomorrow," said Jeremiah as he also began to undress.

Right there, they slowly, unselfconsciously, began to undress. Soon they were standing naked before each other, their clothes draped over their arms. Ulysses started for the laundry chute by the basement door, his father following behind.

Jeremiah enjoyed the sight, thinking his son's description of his own ass was an accurate one. He wouldn't mind grinding his erection against his son's rump. Jeremiah had long since abandoned his reservation about incestuous fantasies regarding his son (or some of the other male Ferals for that matter). Fantasies were harmless in of the themselves after all. All the same, he tried to suppress the thoughts for the moment. Getting an erection right now would result in some tough explanations when his son turned around again. He gave himself a a quick rub all the same, grinning at his boldness.

He wondered for a brief moment if he would ever be bold enough (and lucky enough) to persuade his son to fool around. He sometimes masturbated to that particular fantasy, and each possibility seemed as unlikely as the last. It's still fun to make believe, he thought to himself with satisfaction.

Ulysses opened the small door to the chute and pushed his clothes in and watched them fall down out of site. He stepped aside so his father could do the same. While his father was distracted, he shot a quick glance at his father's cock. He didn't hang quite as low as Ulysses, but he did hang noticeably thicker. His balls were roughly the same size as Ulysses', though. He had never seen his father erect in his life. He'd come close one before, though.

Ulysses had been sixteen at the time. It was here in the Feral cabin, and it was only Ulysses, his father and grandfather. Jeremiah was napping on the sofa early one winter evening. Ulysses had walked in and was pleasantly surprised to see his father displayed so conveniently. He could feel the arousal in his stomach almost immediately, and his teenage cock wasted no time beginning to harden. He sat on the ottoman in front of the sofa to stare more closely at his dad's fat, droopy member. He hadn't been at it for long when he heard his father moan quietly. Ulysses' gaze snapped to his father's face in panic, but he was relieved to find he was still asleep. Ulysses figured his father was probably dreaming.

He turned his gaze back to his father's penis. To his surprise, he saw it twitch. Then again and again. The large penis then began to move slowly up Jeremiah's leg. Ulysses realized suddenly his father was getting an erection. The penis also started to lengthen as it it moved. Soon it cleared the top of the thigh as slid up to meet Jeremiah's hip, still lengthening steadily. Ulysses was rubbing over his own crotch now, completely enthralled in his father's sudden arousal.

Ulysses then heard his name and the panic returned. It was a distant call, and he recognized the voice as belonging to his grandfather. Not wanting to be caught, he got up quickly and quietly and made his way to the attic, long his favorite hide-out in the house as well as a good place to jack off. He had a wild orgasm in short time after he stripped his pants off in the attic. He resented his grandfather slightly for the rest of the trip, too. It was a fantasy Ulysses held onto through years of jacking off. The image of course had been enhanced and changed by imagination and desire over the years until he could scarcely remember the real one.

"Do you want the shower first, or shall I go?" Ulysses asked.

"I think we shower together," Jeremiah answered. "No sense in either of us catching cold before the house warms up. It's big enough after all."

"That's fine with me."

Many years ago, a new, large glass shower was installed by Rosamaria and John Feral. Their secret reason was because they wanted a large enough shower to make love in, and the rest of the clan suspected as much. The extra large shower had since seen many other couples besides them, however. Even Jeremiah and Ulysses had showered together there before. They were early risers both of them, and they never minded sharing the space (or stealing looks at each other when the other had their eyes closed against the flows of soap).

The two men padded upstairs to the bathroom. Ulysses went ahead to get the water warm while Jeremiah stopped in the hall to get towels out of the linen cabinet. When he came into the bathroom, he saw Ulysses already under three of the shower heads. As his fur got wetter, it clung more closely to his body, giving better definition to the muscles beneath his coat. Hanging two towels on the rack beside the shower door, he gave his lips a lick and opened the door and stepped in the shower. The temperature in the shower was noticeably warmer, and he purred deep in his throat as he shut the door behind him thus stopping the flow of cooler air on his back. He circled around behind his son, giving his ass another sly look and turned on a few more shower heads to start his wash.

The two showered mostly in silence, taking their time lathering their fur and rinsing it away. They briefly discussed what to make for dinner. Jeremiah had come up a few days earlier to bulk the freezer and pantry up a bit, so the selection wasn't too limited. They settled on some kind of chicken with vegetables and rice with Jeremiah offering to be chef.

"I can't wait to hit the trails tomorrow," Ulysses said, changing topics.

His father nodded. "Ditto. Let's hope the storm subsides a bit, though. There's virtually no visibility now."

Ulysses nodded and closed his eyes as he began rubbing shampoo into his head. His father took this time to eye his son up and down admiringly. Ulysses' upper body was perfect, an example of his dedication not only to his health but his profession. Jeremiah was absently stroking his cock while he examined at his son's muscled arms and biceps. Slowly he allowed his gaze to drift downward. As nice as Ulysses' stomach was, Jeremiah wanted to get to the uncommonly large penis that hung heavy between Ulysses' thick, ropey legs.

What I'd do to get my paws on that dangler, Jeremiah thought to himself. Ulysses' penis hung out over his balls six inches, the skin accordioned, particularly at the lower end of his shaft, hinting at a length it could reach when stimulated to grow. The head was generous in its proportions and perfectly shaped. Jeremiah's imagination was becoming more creative, making him feel more daring. He considered just reaching out and cupping his son's entire scrotum and see what kind of reaction he would get. Before he knew it, his free paw was already slowly stretching towards Ulysses' penis. Jeremiah stopped himself but did allow his paw to hover very close, tempting himself with with his risky proximity.

He knew he'd have to withdraw his paw soon, but he was still feeling daring. Grinning to himself, he answered his pleading bladder and began to piss into his own paw as he watched the water run off Ulysses' cock. The stream coming off him looked as though Ulysses was actually peeing in the shower. Jeremiah had to bite back a moan of pleasure at the though of it and the sensation of the warm urine pooling in his paw and around his own impressive member. Before long, he was spent and allowed his paw to drop from his penis. He turned more directly into the stream from the shower head and began to rinse himself just as Ulysses' eyes finally opened.

Ulysses had no idea what his father had just been doing, though he himself had been fantasizing about his father seducing him in the shower. It had been a longtime fantasy for him in fact. He watched his own father begin to rub shampoo into his head, and almost immediately after Jeremiah's eyes tightly closed against the soap, he began to pee against the shower wall. He lazily let his paw come in and out of the stream as he relieved himself, and he wondered if his father ever peed in the shower while Ulysses wasn't able to look. The idea was a great turn-on, and as his stream died down, he had to fight down an erection.

It was then Ulysses realized just how horny he was. He hadn't had much action lately, and most men in the Feral family were known for having enormous sexual appetites. He knew he'd have to find some creative ways to be alone regularly without it looking suspicious. He figured it could be tricky since he was here to spend time with his dad, not to mention the fact they'd be shut up in the house for a few days while the blizzard raged. Then again, strange things can happen when people are held up together for periods of time, he reminded himself.

An incestuous affair with his father was unlikely, though, even in their sexually permissive society. At least he was allowed his dreams. In dreams, anything was possible.

5

The two tom-cats where laying on sleeping bags with a tick floor pad beneath them. They were situated in front of the fireplace, which was now burning cozy and warm. Father and son were both completely naked (Jeremiah's idea) and long since dried. Eyes closed and relaxed, they immensely enjoyed the warmth of the fire and the soothing crackles of the burning wood. There were beds in the house, but they both enjoyed sleeping in front of the fire together -- another of their father-son traditions. The storm was still going hard outside, and neither of them were able to observe more than a few feet out the window the snow was so thick. The contrast between inside and outside made them feel cozier and safer, and consequently they were winding down fast. Sleep would not be far off.

Jeremiah shifted his position slightly. He turned his head towards his son, opened his eyes, and looked at him, giving him a lazy once-over. He grinned to himself as he observed Ulysses' cock laying over his hip, pointing right at Jeremiah. The elder Feral had to resist the urge to reach down and stroke himself. How he wanted to jack off or even give himself a blow job. He wondered if maybe he should have taken his shower alone now. He knew he'd have to stop thinking about his son or he'd get an erection, and he was feeling too tired to fight it off much longer. He decided then to just go to sleep. At least then he'd be covered up, and if he wasn't mistaken about how ready Ulysses probably was to drift off, an erection pointing up a tent in his sleeping bag in a dark room was likely to go unnoticed.

"Son, I'm going to drift off. Would you take care of the fire?"

Ulysses breathed in and let it out slowly in a contented sigh. "Sure." He sat up and opened his eyes. He looked over at his father and smiled. He crawled over to the fire to reduce extinguish the flames enough to leave only simmering coals. He could hear his father pulling his sleeping bag over himself. He could also feel his father's gaze on his back, but his sensible side told him it was only his father innocently watching his son put out the fire. His horny side said he was being checked out -- it was also correct, but Ulysses had no way to know that. Nor could he see the big grin on Jeremiah's face as he gazed openly at his son's rear end, his penis growing a little under the sleeping bag.

Satisfied the fire was dead, Ulysses crawled back to his sleeping bag. Internally he was enjoying the feeling of his penis swinging against his legs while in this position. He held back his grin as he lay down in the now dark room and pulled the cover up over himself. Settling onto his pillow, he closed his eyes and pictured himself watching his father's cock swing between his legs while crawling back and forth between the fireplace and his sleeping bag. Certain he was not being observed, he allowed a grin at these musings while thoroughly enjoying the erotic twitches in his groin.