A Warm Fire in a Blizzard - Chapter II
A Warm Fire in a Blizzard
© Kenneth Beltan
6
Jeremiah woke up his usual time. He was a bit surprised, given how tired he was the previous night. His attention to that was quickly diverted to his penis, which was straining hard as a rock beneath the cover. He loved a good hard-on in the morning. Checking to make sure his son was still soundly asleep at his right, he reached down and slowly stroked his shaft. He gave particular attention to region just bellow the rim of his head. He was purring quietly as he increased the speed of his strokes, feeling his balls reacting by tightening ever so slightly. He knew what he was doing was risky, but couldn't stop himself and continued to speed up. He rubbed his inner leg and balls as he stroked himself, and to his surprise, he felt his himself coming close a lot faster than usual.
He stopped stroking himself so he could cool down. He didn't want to rush this, and he still had to to have something to catch his cum. He withdrew an arm from the sleeping bag and felt around for yesterday's underwear like he always did. He then remembered that he'd chucked it all down the chute last night. He resigned to just using his paw to catch it all. His cock in this time deflated a bit, and his bladder was telling him it also had a morning load to drop and was going to compete with the testicles' load. Before annoyance could settle in, his balls gave his brain the idea of pissing in the sleeping bag. He loved the idea immediately, and his penis responded by hardening again while his bladder pleaded its case more persistently by increasing the need to urinate. Of course, Jeremiah reasoned, he couldn't wet the sleeping bag. How would he explain that to his son? How humiliating.
Still... What if he was simply to dampen his stomach? He could certainly control himself enough to have a little fun and yet leave no evidence to incriminate himself. His libido was definitely winning, and he could now feel insistent urine pushing harder at his sphincter.
He brought his paws back to his penis; one held the shaft steady while the other massaged the lips at his opening. This stimulation never failed to induce a piss reflex in Jeremiah. It wasn't a characteristic he knew to be present in most others and didn't understand why it worked on him, but he never questioned its ability to make him urinate even when he thought he was dry. In only two strokes, he could his need to pee double. He stimulated faster and bit his lip as he felt his resistance pleasurably crumbling like a sandcastle in the evening tide. In a few seconds, he experienced the familiar sensation of urine racing up his urethra. Without stopping, he felt the first stream of urine hit his paw and splatter over his chest. He took his paw away finally as his bladder began pouring his morning load onto his chest. He controlled the stream carefully so it wasn't hard. He would piddle for a second or three, stop, stroke himself again, pee some more, and repeated the process.
After a few times, however, he was finding it harder to stem his flow, and he was getting bolder in how hard he let the stream be. He then suddenly realized as he shifted his cock from one paw to the other that he'd gotten his sleeping bag wet. In fact, he'd forgotten to lift the cover off of himself so there wouldn't be any chance of it getting wet. In spite of this, he let another spray of urine hit his palm while the back of his paw felt the warm wetness on his cover. He placed his palm completely over the head of his penis as he peed more, getting his shaft all nice and lubricated. He cut his stream again and stroked himself, his paw gliding easily over his wet skin. He moved his stimulation up his penis to his piss slit again and induced another piss reflex. He began to pee again, and this time he held his penis head against his chest under his palm. He allowed his stream to strengthen even though he knew it wasn't a good idea. He was enjoying peeing himself in his sleeping bag so much he couldn't control himself.
He was peeing at full force now, and his urine was streaming over his chest and down his sides, soaking the bottom of his bag and his back. The damage done, he took his paw away and just let it all flow freely. He could feel his sleeping bag getting drenched from where his cock was pressing against it as he pissed. Jeremiah was in heaven...
7
Jeremiah suddenly woke up, panicked that his dream was making him pee in his sleeping bag. Taking a moment to discern the damage, he was relieved to find none. The only carryover from the dream was his raging hard-on. Smiling he settled back down and gave himself a few leisurely strokes. He had to pee indeed, but he wasn't about to let his libido make the same choice it did in the dream. It was a nice dream, though. It made him think of his last night in an old sleeping bag he'd tossed during the spring.
He was up here alone. It was a cool morning, and he'd had to pee worse than usual. He got the idea to let it all go in his sleeping bag. It was old and he figured it was time to replace it, so he wouldn't mind it getting soiled. His mind made up, he just relaxed and was soon spraying his morning urine onto his sleeping bag.
He had enjoyed it so much that he used it as his personal urinal the rest of the Day. He'd dragged the bag out to the porch and sat on the wide swing with it wrapped around him. He spent much of the day relaxing while watching the rain fall, peeing whenever the urge hit him. He made sure to keep a very steady supply of liquids going into his body.
Recalling this delightful fantasy, Jeremiah almost forgot where he was. He suddenly remember his son was sleeping beside. Reluctantly he stopped stroking himself and slowly sat up and leaned over to check that Ulysses was still sleeping. His son was laying with his back to him, so Jeremiah slid over carefully to glimpse Ulysses' face. To his relief, his son was still sleeping. Smiling, he moved his gaze to where he guessed Ulysses' cock would be but was disappointed to see that nothing was discernible. If only he was laying on his back...
Jeremiah then looked down at himself, his erection still quivering and solid. Feeling the boldness of last night's shower returning to him, he lay back down only inches from his son. He shuffled over carefully and spooned his son's body. In spite of his self-control, he couldn't keep the quietest purr from escaping his throat as his cock came into contact with the cool nylon material of Ulysses' sleeping bag. Jeremiah pushed himself up against his son as close as he dared and slowly draped his arm around him. He gave Ulysses a gentle hug and nuzzled his face. He knew Ulysses would wake up from being hugged, so he figured adding a nuzzle would make it less suspicious. Sure enough, the big cat began to stir, and Jeremiah extracted his body from his son's.
"Rise and shine, kiddo," he purred to his son.
Ulysses yawned and stretched before turning over to face his father, who was already back in his sleeping bag, concealed up to his chest. "That's a nice way to wake up." He smiled warmly.
Jeremiah returned the smile. "I thought of letting you sleep later, but it's already nine." He motioned with his head and gaze towards the clock sitting atop the mantle.
"Thanks. I appreciate it. Where's breakfast?"
His father laughed jovially. "I just got up myself not a few minutes ago. What do you want?"
"Your typical big country breakfast. I want the works: eggs, porridge, fruits, tea, meat, bread, milk."
"A man after my own heart." Jeremiah put his paw over said place.
It was Ulysses' turn to laugh. "Let's get started then."
"Not so fast, my boy," Jeremiah chuckled. "Let's wake up a little more first. I'm comfortable." He was laying on his back with his paws behind his head, and he made sure to have one knee raised up so his son wouldn't know he still had an erection. Little did he know, Ulysses was in the same predicament, so he agreed readily.
"Okay, but I'm hungry." It didn't even occur to him why his father might be delaying. He was too busy trying to clear his mind so his hard-on would die down. Normally he just jacked off in the mornings, but he obviously couldn't do it here and now (as much as a turn-on that would be). From past experience, it could be several minutes before his penis would deflate.
The made occasional chit-chat, planning breakfast further and when to go outside and enjoy all the fresh snow today. It certainly helped to get their dicks going flaccid.
"Well, I think I'm ready to start cooking breakfast. I'll go put some pants on and begin." With that, Jeremiah slid out of his sleeping bag, his penis nearly all down. He figured treating his son to a slightly larger version of himself flaccid would be all right. He didn't figure his son would be able to tell the difference anyway -- only he would be wrong. Ulysses almost didn't notice, but he knew his father's heavy shaft hung down more than what it was. He grinned to himself, satisfied at seeing his father ever so slightly plumped.
He on the other paw was still very much erect. It wasn't as rigid as it was when he woke up, but it was still near full growth. Thankfully he could feel it starting to give. He was surprised how cooperative it was being with him this morning. He could recall some mornings when he didn't get around to jacking off for whatever reason, and his penis stayed perpetually hard all the way to work. He would have mind that his trench coat constantly concealed his erection, as he could in no way hide it his pants. He was simply too big, and he made a very obvious bulge. Once in his office, he would go into his private bathroom and relive himself. Only then would his penis go down.
He tried not to think of those times, though, as he needed his dick to come down, not go back up again. He even averted his gaze from his father dressing. He loved watching his father put on underwear. His penis would always hang momentarily over the waistband of his underpants before he pulled them out and over his cock; then his penis would create a sumptuous bulge that was always just noticeable. It was something he'd never gotten tired of seeing, even though he'd been watching his father dress since kittenhood.
Jeremiah was trying not to laugh. He thought he had a pretty good idea why Ulysses was still laying in his sleeping bag and not watching him dress. He couldn't be sure, however, and was not willing to take any chances just yet. He was a benevolent cat, though, and gave his son a break all the same.
"Hey, don't fall asleep. I'll still want your help in the kitchen," he said as he walked to the kitchen door. "Oh, build the fire, would ya?"
"Oh, yeah," Ulysses responded convincingly. Waiting for his father's frame to disappear into the kitchen, he sat up and slid out of his sleeping bag. He sat with his legs tucked under himself and stretched again. His penis was still standing high, and he looked down at himself with a sigh of resignation. He moved closer to the fire and started to build it again. His penis was falling steadily now, and he knew he'd be able to put on pants again soon without having to hide his front. In the few minutes it took him to get the fire going again, his penis had gone back to its flaccid state, in spite of the fire warming his genitals pleasantly. He lay back down on his sleeping bag again and stretched his whole body one last time. His gaze happened upon his father's sleeping bag, and Ulysses suddenly had an idea. He perked his ears to listen for his father and could hear him chopping at the cutting board. If he was going to come back out into the living room to check on him, Ulysses would hear him first. He quietly rolled over to his father's sleeping bag and stuck his head down into it. It was still warm inside as he inhaled his father's scent deeply. He always loved how his father smelled, a gentle musk with a hint of cinnamon. He also detected a very faint scent of arousal, confirming that his father probably had a morning erection, too. He pulled his head out and lay on his back, feeling invigorated and yet calm. He grinned at his discovery, and the thought of his father getting hard in his sleep and the scent still in Ulysses' nose conspired make his penis begin filling out quickly. He looked down at himself and watched as he began to grow. Even though he didn't really want this to happen, it felt so good, and it was fascinating to watch himself become erect so quickly.
"Ulysses!"
His father's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. Panicked, Ulysses sat up and looked over the sofa behind him, keeping his lower half completely concealed. To his relief, his father wasn't standing at the door. He'd only called from the kitchen.
"Aren't you done with that damn fire yet?"
"Sorry, Dad, I was zoning watching the fire." Ulysses felt embarrassed, but on a positive note, it was a good remedy for an uncontrollable erection. He was shrunk completely now, and sex was the furthest thing from his mind.
"Well, you can do that later, my dear son," his father said gently, and Ulysses could almost hear his father's grin in his voice. "Help me out first, all right."
"Yes, sir." Ulysses smiled to himself and stood up. He padded over to his duffle bag, pulled out some underwear and a pair of blue jeans, and joined his father in the kitchen.
8
They remnants of their breakfast lay stacked on the hearth, but they were still drinking tea. Sitting cross-legged on their sleeping bags, the two men talked through their morning meal and were now looking at a portable TV, tuned in to the news.
Megakat City woke up this morning to just over half a meter of new snow. The northern and northeastern counties were even harder hit, with towns like St. Ursula and St. Joan receiving over a meter.
Roads throughout the city are still being plowed, disrupting drivers and trolly service. All regional railroads are being cleared, and service should continue by noon today. Subway service has not been affected, so if you need to get anywhere in the city, do as you normally do and take the subway. The Megakat City Department of Transportation says only major roads will be plowed until the blizzard has passed, but sidewalks will be cleared everywhere.
As for that blizzard, it is still gathering more strength amazingly enough. It also appears to be on the way to merging with another front just south of us that is now moving northward and looks to stall out right over us. Meteorologists are calling this the storm of the century, saying it will be like the the great blizzard of 1897. The storm should begin to make itself felt by around eight o'clock tomorrow evening. It will likely hang over us for three or four days, so this means a lot of snow and deep cold. Stay indoors for the duration of the storm, and don't leave your homes unless it's an emergency. The Megakat City Department of Transportation says subways will run during the storm, with trains every 20 minutes on most lines. More information about transit operations during the blizzard can be found at their website, displayed at the bottom of your screen, or by telephone number also at bottom. All emergency services will be available.
"This is going to be cool," Ulysses said with a grin as he switched off the television.
"I knew you'd say that," Jeremiah replied. "You've always loved storms. The bigger and more wild, the better. Of course, four days cooped up inside here wasn't exactly what I'd had in mind."
"We'll find things to do," Ulysses said unconcerned.
"I suppose so." He could think of a few things he wouldn't mind doing with his son.
"So let's get snowmobiling, shall we?" Ulysses was already on his feet, gathering their dishes up.
Jeremiah smiled and laughed. "All right, all right. I love seeing you this way. You look so sour on television all the time."
"I hate reporters, especially Ann. She's a nosy bitch." Ulysses disappeared into the kitchen.
"That's true enough," Jeremiah agreed. He stood up and rummaged in his bag for extra clothing. He took off his pants and slid a pair of thermal underwear then put his jeans back on. He layered a sweatshirt over an undershirt which he tucked into his pants. He then slipped on a thick pair of snow pants. "Let's see the cold get through all this," he said to himself with a grin. He walked over to the entranceway. He sat on the bench and started putting on his boots. His son then came around the corner, similarly attired as his father and holding a large thermos of hot tea.
"It's snowing again outside," Ulysses said, looking out the window in the door. "Only very lightly."
"How nice. I like light snow while snowmobiling." Jeremiah finished with his boots, stood up and slipped his coat on.
Dressed, the two of them headed outside. The porch, in spite of its depth, still had almost a foot of snow, tapering slightly lower as it reached the house. They surveyed the snowfall around them, amazed at how much had fallen. It was hard to imagine several feet more were going to fall over the next few days.
Jeremiah was lost in thought about it when he was started by his son darting past him. Ulysses howled and leapt off the porch, falling comfortably into the snow several feet from the porch steps which were totally buried. What the hell, he thought, and gleefully leapt after his son. He landed right next him and lay there in the snow, looking up at the sky. It was dark grey and impenetrably thick. He realized it would be almost a week before he saw the sun again. That wasn't atypical during this time of the winter, but a little sunshine now and then did wonders for a person's mood. At least he had his son with him, he thought reassuringly. That would keep his spirits more than high -- among other things which weren't always under his control.
He sat up and started making his way to the shed where the snowmobiles were kept, his son trailing right behind him. He reached for the keys in his found the one for the shed lock. When they reached the shed, he unlocked the door, and they stepped inside. Jeremiah found a note on one of the snowmobiles.
"How unusual," he said to his son with goofy smile. He picked up the note and read it. "It's from your uncle Charlie. He fixed as much of it as he could before he had to leave." Charlie had been the most recent visitor to the house, doing some repairs while he was staying. It was expected that whoever stayed would also do whatever work they could around the place if it was needed. "We just need to finish it. The parts are in the box on the table over there." He pointed to a worktable off to the left. "He said he'd call to tell me, but it looks like he forgot. I love that brother of mine, but he has a memory like a sieve."
"How long do you think it will take to fix?" Ulysses asked.
Jeremiah shrugged. "Don't know. Snowmobiles aren't my specialty, but I guess it won't be too hard." He went around and checked the petrol can. "Just as I thought: empty." He nudged a nearby fuel canister with his foot, and it moved without resistance. "And the petrol can is empty. We'll have to go into town or fuel. Better check that one to make sure dear Charlie left some fuel in it." He pointed to the second snowmobile.
Ulysses did a quick inspection and nodded in the affirmative. "This one's all set to go."
"Well, I don't feel like fixing anything now, so what do you say we share the one and take turns driving? We'll bring this petrol can with us and get fuel later. We can fix this tonight."
"Sure, that's fine." Ulysses offered the driver's seat to his father with a small bow and an extended arm. "You go first."
"You're a sweetheart," Jeremiah said, patting his son's cheek.
He picked up the empty petrol can and gave it to Ulysses to secure to the back. He mounted the snowmobile, turned the key left in the ignition, and started the engine. It was a bit loud in the small, metallic shed, and the engine sounded old.
"The family should really invest in some new ones," Jeremiah said loudly over the engine. He slowly rode the snowmobile out of the shed. "Electric this time. They're quiet, cost less to run, and last longer."
"Agreed. You can bring it up next family gathering." He shut the shed up and mounted behind his father, wrapping his arms snugly around his father's body.
"Hang onto your hat, boy! Here we go!" He revved the engine and peeled off towards the trails.
9
The two Ferals had been cruising around forest for two hours. They were now at a small taking turns crossing it back and forth at full speed, the long, flat expanse providing them enough distance to reach high speeds that the forest could not.
Jeremiah was sitting in a snowbank in a sort of seat he'd carved out for himself by merely plopping in the snow. He had the thermos cap in his paw, full of hot tea. They'd had a fair amount between the two of them, and on a day as cold as this one, Jeremiah wondered if they shouldn't have brought two. The thermos was just about empty, he judged by gauging its weight.
"We'll just refill it in the village," he said to himself and took another sip.
Ulysses was about half a kilometer from the bank of the lake. He loved speeding across the lake, the high speed and the rush of the landscape past him. He slowed as he finally approached the edge of the lake. He did a quick turn so he faced the opposite bank and stopped. He raised the goggles he had off his eyes and looked around. The whole world was covered in fresh whiteness, the clouds were gray, and snow felt silently and slowly.
"It's so peaceful," Ulysses said to himself quietly.
A great calm came over him. He took a slow but deep breath of the crisp air and let it out slowly. He could feel all his concerns, peeves, and stress drain from his body; in their place the calm of his surroundings filled him.
He could just see his father on the other side of the lake but not in detail. For all he knew, his father could be stroking his cock. Ulysses wish he could do the same, as this would be the perfect place for it. Being stationary for so long, however, could look suspicious. The smell of arousal could also potentially give him away also. He rubbed himself through his clothing, wondering if he could do a quick rub off and get the arousal out of his fur by the sheer force of the wind.
His bladder tensed suddenly, and Ulysses was reminded how badly he needed to pee. He'd been fidgeting on and off, waiting for it to get bad. Whenever he had snow pants on, he used them as his personal urinal. He'd been doing it since his teen years. With all the layers he had on, the urine was just soaked up and held. Only if he dumped too much into his clothes did it begin to run out. Then again, that's what the dark colors were for. Best of all, when he got the erection he was sure would result from peeing himself, it was well-concealed beneath all the padding and how his jacket hung just over his groin. He would have to hide the evidence from his father or do some explaining. He had an idea for that almost immediately, and chuckled evilly to himself as he made up his mind.
Ulysses revved the motor, feeling the vibrations tickle his bladder. It was time. Placing his goggles back over his eyes, he revved again, popped the clutch, and sped off back across the lake. As he approached full speed, he finally let go of his bladder. He could feel the floodgates open, the sensation of the urine coming up his shaft, and finally his bladder pushing full force as he began pissing himself hard. He openly moaned as he felt the hot wetness spread over his lap and pool beneath his scrotum. It felt so exciting to do this while racing across the lake, and Ulysses wondered why he'd never tried this before. He was still peeing as he came nearer to the bank where his father sat drinking tea. Ulysses slowed the snowmobile to give himself some more time and managed to forced out the rest of his piss by the time he had to stop. His rump and upper legs were soaked, and sure enough, he was rapidly growing a good hard-on. He was pleasantly warm, though, and he looked forward to a round two. He gave a quick glance at his lap, just to make sure nothing showed through. He looked perfectly dry, and he grinned inwardly at the idea of getting away with it all.
"Your turn, Dad. I think I'll have some of that tea. I'm parched." Ulysses dismounted the snowmobile so his father could take his place. Ulysses again dove onto the snow and lay on his side in it, looking back at his father. "Have fun." He waved.
"You're a strange adult." His father grinned and sped off.
"You have no idea," Ulysses responded after his father was out of earshot.
He rolled onto his back, reached down and rubbed himself between the legs. He repositioned his cock so it pointed sideways towards his hip. Letting it go straight up would hurt unless he let it poke out of his pants. He continued squeezing and rubbing himself, delighting in the wet material rubbing over his ever more sensitive cock. He wanted to jack off right there, but his father was already nearing his side of the lake again. He let up off his cock, climbed up over the snow bank, and down the other side. He stuck his head up over the snow mound and reached for the thermos. He poured himself some tea and lay back against the snow to drink it. He sat in silence for several minutes enjoying his tea as he let his cock calm down. He gazed at the trees, all bare of leaves, their branches holding small mounds of snow. In a few minutes, his reverie was interrupted as his father roared up to the snowbank and stopped.
"Son?" he called, looking around for his boy.
Ulysses stuck a paw up above the snow bank.
"I just noticed that our snowmobile is getting low on fuel," Jeremiah announced to his son's paw. "We'll have to get going to the town."
Ulysses' paw replied with a thumbs-up then disappeared behind the snowbank. Jeremiah shook his head but decided anyway to see what his son was up to. He dismounted and trudged up to the snowbank where Ulysses' paw had been a moment ago and looked over. His son wasn't there.
"What the hell?" he muttered to himself when suddenly he was pounced from behind, a roar scaring a scream out of him. He was knocked on his front in the snow, and a heavy figure was on top of him.
"Gotchya," his son said.
Jeremiah groaned, burying his head in the snow. "I can't believe I just fell for that. You little turd."
His son answered with a warm hug and a nuzzle to the face. He enjoyed laying on his father with a concealed erection. He got up off his father and offered him a paw up.
"I'll get you for that," Jeremiah said as he gathered the thermos and walked to the snowmobile.
10
Ulysses' entire lower body was soaked. He'd peed himself again on the way to the town and could barely contain his arousal. His father was hanging onto him, his torso up against his back, and his paws were only inches from where Ulysses was streaming. He had to fight tooth and nail to keep his cock under control. He'd peed himself at the grocer, too, and he'd peed himself again as they approached the house, this time with him holding on to his father. He had pushed his groin as near to his father's rump as he dared without being obvious. His cock only made it to about half-mast that time, so he was still safe. He knew he would have to get off sooner or later, because he wasn't sure he would be able to control himself much longer without relief.
Ulysses was with his father in the shed now, and they were fixing the other snowmobile. They made quick work of it and were now reassembling the components. Both cats were looking forward to a shower and a hot meal. It was already dark outside, and the temperature was dropping from frosty to bitter fast.
"What should we do for dinner tonight?" Jeremiah asked.
"I'd have suggested chili, to be frank," Ulysses answered. "I don't want to wait four hours, though."
"We'll do that while the blizzard is raging," his father replied serenely.
"How about burgers and fries? That's warm."
Jeremiah thought then shook his head. "Na. How about poached salmon in lemon sauce, steamed vegetables, and couscous?"
"Ooo, très gourmet! Maybe a little wine to go with it all?" Ulysses raised his eyebrows.
"Naturally."
"I'm sold," Ulysses said as he tightened the last screw. "Well, this all done. Go to take your shower, and I'll clean up in here."
"You sure, son?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
In reality, he wanted to be able to change out of his wet things alone and stuff them in the washer without his father's notice.
"Well, I won't turn down an offer like that. See you inside." He leaned across the bike and gave his son a peck on the nose before standing and strolling out.
Ulysses quickly finished in the shed and locked it up. He had a rope with him he'd taken fro the shed. He tied one end around the lock and carried the slack all the way to the porch where he tied the other end taught to one of the posts supporting the roof over the porch. If they had to get to the snowmobiles during the blizzard, they'd have no trouble finding their way to them.
Once Ulysses was inside, he checked his boots to make sure he hadn't leaked into them and found them only moist with sweat. He hung up his coat and made his way downstairs to the laundry room. He opened the washing machine and began to undress. He casually noted that his father's things were already in it as he took off his sweater and undershirt. He tossed them on top of the clothes already in the machine. He then undid his snow pants and carefully shucked them off. They were wetter than he thought as well as heavy with urine. Looking down at himself, he could see his jeans were almost thoroughly soaked. The sight was exciting him.
Ulysses felt the urge to pee again. He'd been holding it for a while, waiting for it to get strong for one last good hosing. He decided he wanted to watch himself do it in just his thermal underwear and underpants, so he carefully stripped his jeans off and made to stuff them with his snow pants in the washer. He was partly through it when he noticed his father's clothes again. Just out of curiosity, he reached down to feel what was obviously his father's thermal underwear, and to his shock, he found it quite damp. A surprised look came over his face, and looked over his shoulder before pulling the garment out of the washer. He took a whiff of it and found it to be urine. He couldn't believe his own senses! His father used his gear the same way Ulysses always did. How did he not noticed before?
Ulysses thought for a minute and realized that he and his father didn't always change out of their clothes together. When they had, neither of them had obviously peed. When Ulysses wet his gear (which was a majority of the time), he just made some excuse to stay out longer so he wouldn't be undressing when his father was. He then realized he'd rarely seen his father's dick out urinating when they'd been out a long time. Surely with all the hot tea and juice they always brought with them the pressure would have to be released at some point. Ulysses was surprised that this had never occurred to him before. He then wondered if it had occurred to his father and if he suspected his son's activities. He figured if so, it wasn't something that was likely ever to be brought up by either of them. In this case, ignorance was bliss. He'd have to pay closer attention to his father in the future to see if he could determine when he was peeing himself. At least, he hoped this was a regular activity for him and that his discovery wasn't just a freak occurrence.
His bladder sent another desperate urge to his brain, and this time it actually hurt a bit. Ulysses knew he was wasting time and that he should get to it if he was going to do this. His penis was fairly flaccid because of his need to pee, but even the need to urinate couldn't hold his erections down forever. Ulysses put a paw over his basket and prepared to let go when another idea struck him. He looked at his father's wet clothes in his paw and quickly turned to dig for his underpants in the washer. He found the soaked briefs almost immediately and set to stripping himself naked. He tossed his own clothes in the washer and grabbed his father underpants. With growing excitement, he stepped into them and slid them up his legs and over his hips. He moaned a bit as the wet underwear touched his scrotum. He rubbed his basket, feeling the slight coolness and thorough dampness on his warm skin. The sensation was almost as good as the though of what he was doing. His father's own piss was now on him, and he was rubbing it more deeply into his cock and groin fur. He reached then for the wet thermal underwear and slid them on. They were wetter than his own had been, his father's urine having soaked them solidly from the top of the waist to the ankles. His father must have pissed a lot, he thought. He was now wearing clothes his father had just peed in, and it was easily one of the most erotic moments in his life.
Ulysses' bladder was really begging now, and he had to keep shifting his weight to deal with the pressure. He grabbed a small towel from the nearby linen rack, quickly padded over to the small bathroom in the basement, and stood in the shower. With great anticipation, he finally opened his bladder and let everything go. His urine came up his penis fast and began rewetting the clothing his father had already wet. His urine poured over the top of pubic fur and cascaded along the curves of his pelvis before streaming down the inside of his legs. Ulysses was moaning loudly now, the pleasure both physical and mental electrifying his senses. The garments didn't hold much they were already so soaked, and piss was pouring off his front and onto the shower floor. Ulysses put his paws to his front to feel the urine collect in them and rubbed it all over his front. He then reached in and put his paw over his pissing cock, letting the piss slick it good. He extracted his paw and pushed his urine out harder, making a thick stream erupt from the clothing before arcing out and onto the shower. Soon he was spent, and his urine ceased to flow. He exhaled roughly, feeling almost fatigued from the rush of the experience.
His penis was now growing rapidly, repeatedly denied due stimulation. It felt fantastic as it slid up inside his father's warm, wet clothes. He rubbed himself more vigorously now, the pressure of his administrations causing urine to be rung out of the clothes and soaking his paw further. As his erection became too big to fit in the clothes, he let his cock come up over the top but still kept the rest of his shaft near the damp material, using it for warmth, stimulation and lubrication. Urine made a good lubricant, and he had an abundant amount here, not all of it his. It was making him almost weak in the knees and his arousal stronger. He jacked himself off quickly, too turned on (and short of time) to take it slowly. Twice he stopped to rub his penis lips to stimulate his urination reflex and give more fresh lubrication. Soon his balls were drawing up to his body, and Ulysses could feel the tightening sensation bellow. He spurred himself on and cried out as he began cumming hard. It shot high and copiously, and he had to aim away from himself so not to leave evidence for his father to see. Washing cum out of fur wasn't easy. He sprayed the shower wall abundantly until he could give no more. Spent, Ulysses relaxed for a moment to cool down, purring contentedly to himself.
After a minute he reluctantly started to clean himself up a bit. He stripped, ringing out some of the excess urine. He used the towel to pat himself dry enough to walk without dripping, then wiped the cum off the shower wall. He picked up the soiled clothes, walked back to the laundry room, and deposited everything in the washing machine. He added soap, closed the lid, and started the long wash cycle. He quickly made his way upstairs to join his father in the shower. Before entering, he edged to the door to see what his father was doing. With luck, Jeremiah would have have soap running over his head. Indeed, that's what he found, and quietly made his way up to the shower. His father's ears twitched in surprise when Ulysses opened the shower door.
"Son?"
"Who else?" Ulysses replied, shutting the door quickly and turning on the nearest tap. Water immediately began to rush out onto him, and he worked the water quickly through his fur to get the urine out before any smell could possibly reach is father's nose.
"You certainly took your time," Jeremiah continued.
"I stayed out looking at the sky and enjoying the silence," Ulysses lied.
"Ah." Jeremiah nodded, still washing soap out of his head fur.
The two showered in silence, stealing looks at each other when possible. Ulysses found it much easier to keep his dick under control after his fantastic release. Jeremiah's situation was different because he still hadn't had a chance to at least jack off. He allowed a little growth but kept the rest of his lust bottled up inside. He hadn't jacked off in the last few days due to an unusual combination of circumstances, so he was especially horny. He knew he would have to find a way to get some private time soon or he'd go nuts.