A Warm Fire in a Blizzard - Chapter IV by Kenneth Beltan

A Warm Fire in a Blizzard - Chapter IV

Kenneth Beltan, Anal, Feline, Generation Gap, Incest, M/M, Masturbation, SwatKats, Watersports, Winter, wetting

A Warm Fire in a Blizzard

The daylight didn't really penetrate the clouds, but the two Ferals woke up by habit anyway. Last night's shower was for the most part a calm affair. They had hard erections through most of their shower, but they managed to keep from getting into another tumble. They now simply lay together, their sleeping bags unzipped and draped over them like comforters. They were both predictably hard with morning erections. Ulysses' was pressed up against his father's waist as he gently stroked him. He was still impressed with his father's girth and couldn't stop pawing it. Jeremiah had no complaints and simply enjoyed being toyed with. He was starting to get ideas, though.

"So, what shall we do today?" Jeremiah asked.

"I can think of plenty of things we could do." Ulysses gave his dad's cock a squeeze.

"So can I." The elder Feral grinned. He was getting horny now as his morning bladder began asking for release. No longer needing to hide his arousal, he allowed himself to think about the many times he'd pissed himself yesterday. He though about watching his son speed over the lake while he sat in the snow. He'd let go a particularly good flood then. He'd gotten another good one off while riding behind his son. He had been worried he might generate enough heat so that his son would feel his backside getting warm he had peed so much. His clothes had been heavy with the stuff when he finally reached the basement and let go another bladder-full. As he rubbed over his son ass, he wondered if his son was also into watersports. The thought was making him leak profusely.

"What're you thinking about?" Ulysses asked, nuzzling his father affectionately. "You're like a broken faucet down there...not that I mind."

Jeremiah flung the cover back to reveal them both. He stared down at himself as his son squeezed methodically.

"Just of things we could do," he answered, rubbing his son's butt.

"Don't be afraid to make suggestions," Ulysses purred. "I'm open-minded." He needed his morning piss, and he couldn't help indulging in fantasies of incestuous watersports.

Thinking quickly, Jeremiah decided to take that offer promptly before he lost his nerve.

"I'd like to take another shower," he said.

"Another? All right." Ulysses leaned up and kissed his father deeply.

The two made their way upstairs to the bathroom. Once in the shower, though, Jeremiah didn't turn on the water.

"Let's take care of these morning woodies," he said grinning, his paw already around his own. "I want to watch you."

"Sounds like fun." Ulysses took his own penis into his paw and gave it a few strokes.

With a final kiss, they began. They masturbated themselves standing up, leaning into each other for support but leaving enough space between them to work with. They stared down at their cocks, stroking quickly. Before long, Jeremiah tensed up, holding his son closer, and started shooting off his load on his son's midsection. He spewed a good amount of spunk over his son's cock and pelvis, and as he finished, his son started doing like in return. They continued leaning on each other for support as they caught their breaths. Both men could feel the need to pee much more strongly now, and while Ulysses was considered testing the waters by just peeing in the shower, Jeremiah was getting ready to put his own more bold idea into motion.

Their dicks were mostly deflated now, and the urge to urinate was even stronger. Jeremiah pulled his son into a close embrace, his cock nestled against his son's.

"Okay, son, don't freak out."

Wit that, Jeremiah finally began to relieve himself. Ulysses had barely gotten a questioning sound out of his mouth when he began to feel a warm wetness against his penis. His initial surprised only delayed his recognition of the familiar sensation for a few moments. Shocked and very pleased, he realized his father was pissing on him. His father began moaning deeply as he pulled his son tighter against himself. Ulysses couldn't believe his luck, but his lust was taking control of his brain. The warmth of the piss triggered his own bladder and he began to piss also, pushing the urine out hard so his father would be sure to know it was his son's. Jeremiah did notice, and it only fueled his own passion further. The two stood there holding each other and spraying each with all they had. Urine was cascading off their bodies and down their legs and warming their feet. After they stopped, they continued to stand there in each other's arm, panting gleefully.

"I've always wanted to do that with you," Jeremiah said breathily.

"Likewise," Ulysses said, his eyes closed.

"How strange and unlikely is it that both not only wanted each other sexually but also in this way," Jeremiah mused. "Someone's smiling on us."

"At least we're happy."

Ulysses said that while trusting his pelvis into his father's, and Jeremiah didn't miss out on the double meaning behind those words. They were both quickly growing erect, their hormones only beginning to flow.

Jeremiah suddenly wheeled his son around and shoved up up against the shower wall. Ulysses then felt his father's impressive hard-on pressing up against his rump as his father pulled him close from behind.

"I've been wanting to do this for years," he breathed into his son's ear. "Now why don't you turn on the shower while Daddy enjoys himself?"

Ulysses blissfully complied and had the water running in short time. He was as hard as his father now, who had his penis wedged between his son's cheeks, grinding it up and down slowly. He felt his father then wrap his fist around his cock and begin stroking while the other fondled his ample scrotum.

"I have wanted to do this to you for years, son," Jeremiah continued, their fur quickly getting thoroughly damp. "I have always liked looking at you naked, and I always hoped my own openness with nudity would encourage you. I'm glad to know it did." He grinned and licked along his son's ear, making Ulysses tense up moan. "I've jacked off to fantasies of us fooling around since you were sixteen. You had become particularly attractive when you got all toned up working in the Enforcers. Not that you weren't eye-candy before then. I've always loved your ass." At this point, Jeremiah stopped grinding and moved his throbbing erection to his son's opening. "I wanted to grind my cock over it every time I saw it." He started to push in slowly, moaning long and wontedly as he sank in. "I wish I'd made my move sooner."

Ulysses' insides were on fire, and his head was swimming again with his father's pheromones. Every ridge and texture of his father's cock could be felt, and Ulysses could feel his ring opening wider as more of his father's shaft pushed in. When his father's front met his rear, he could relax more. They stood there like that for a minute, enjoying the position and warmth.

"You could have approached me at thirteen, and I would have been the happiest kitten on earth," Ulysses finally said. "I used to chat with you every morning while you were naked just so I could see your cock."

"I wondered then if that was what was going on." Jeremiah began thrusting evenly, his paws on Ulysses' hips. "There were times I seriously thought of popping a boner in front of you, just to see what would happen." He watched himself as his cock sank in and out of his son. His son's insides were velvety and warm; he noticed it more now that he was taking his time. "It would have been so easy, too. I could hardly control myself sometimes."

"I probably would have popped one of my own if you'd done that," Ulysses said in a staggered voice.

"I would have had my paw around it in a heartbeat." Jeremiah was getting more lost in his lust and started thrusting harder into his son's body, already feeling himself well on the way to another orgasm.

"I was hard sometimes, but that's why I kept my shirt over my front," Ulysses said, his words staggered with his father's thrusts.

Jeremiah made no reply, his attention too focused on his climax. He was soon spraying the inside of his son's body, growling through it all. After he'd calmed down again, he slowly pulled out of his son, the sensations on his oversensitive penis immediately making his need to urinate much stronger. He let it come as he wheeled his son back around again and began pissing on Ulysses' chest.

"Where'd you get the extra bladder full?" Ulysses asked, his cock still raging hard and getting soaked by his father's stream.

"I didn't actually finish what I started." Jeremiah grinned as he moved his stream all over his son's torso.

Ulysses closed his eyes and leaned back against the shower to enjoy it more fully. "I wish this wouldn't end."

"My dear boy," Jeremiah said, his bladder finally empty, as he shook the last drops onto Ulysses' cock. "This is only the beginning. We have a several days ahead of us yet."

The two men were downstairs in the basement playing table tennis. They'd been at it for over an hour and were having a good time. For his part, Ulysses was a bit surprised. He was thinking of tumbling all day in the sack with is father, but Jeremiah seemed intent on doing other things for a while. Even stranger, he'd insisted they both get dressed. Jeremiah had mentioned he liked seeing his son clothed, as it at best only hinted at what lay beneath. Ulysses could understand that well enough. He still liked looking at his father's groin, looking for a profile of his cock, even though he already knew what it looked like. Ulysses couldn't help wondering, though, if his father wasn't secretly up to something. He'd noticed his father had been drinking tea and cider a bit more eagerly than usual. He figured it may have been that Jeremiah was fueling up for some piss play later on; then again, he thought it could be possible his father simply wasn't keeping close track of his drink intake because of his involvement with their table tennis game.

Thinking of his father pissing on him again made Ulysses' cock stiffen. Ulysses had loved pissing himself since he was a teenager. The erotic charge pissing his pants gave him was indescribable, and knowing his father seemed to share a healthy interest in it as well opened up numerous possibilities. Ulysses had a couple piss buddies that he played around with regularly. He also peed himself regularly at home and even at work. Having a private office with its own shower facilities certainly had its perks. He wondered how often his father did it, as he hadn't gotten the chance to ask him yet. He'd certainly flooded his snow pants heavily enough. If anything, it proved he had a large bladder on him.

Jeremiah couldn't help grinning inwardly. He had been tanking up on liquids since he finished his shower more than three hours ago, and Ulysses seemed to have either not noticed or wasn't giving it too much thought. Or he was purposely keeping quiet. It didn't matter much to him really, as long as his son was surprised at least a little by the first show. Jeremiah was pretty desperate to piss now, and he could pee royally throughout the day if he kept his liquid intake as steady as he had been, if not as abundant. He couldn't get the dream of pissing in his sleeping bag out of him mind. He'd replayed it several times, even inserting his son into the same bag and having them piss it together. Oh, how he loved the idea. One way or another, he was going to do that before their trip was concluded.

It was getting harder for Jeremiah to hold back the flood, and his resolve was falling away. He wanted to do this soon. It would be almost instantaneous once he relaxed the muscles. He'd chosen the basement because of the concrete floors with their scattered drains, and he'd been tanking up just to start their next sexual foray.

Jeremiah gave the ball an extra hard return, making it hit Ulysses' side of the table and fly past him. As his son went to retrieve the ping-pong ball, Jeremiah relaxed his bladder gratefully into his pants.

Ulysses had turned around and saw a funny look on his father's face. Turning his head slightly to the side questioningly, he was about to ask what was wrong when he heard a hissing sound. As most of his father's profile was in view, he immediately noticed a wet spot form on the left side of his pelvis. The spot grew quickly, and soon a stream of urine was pouring through his father's jeans where the spot had begun. Riveted, Ulysses stared as his father stood pissing his pants copiously and loud. The urine raced down the side of his legs and was soon dripping on the floor. The front of his pants were now shiny with urine, and Ulysses could still see it washing over the groin. His father peed for almost a minute before his bladder ran dry. His jeans were completely soaked down the front, and there was a puddle beneath the elder tom-cat's feet.

"That was a relief," Jeremiah said as though peeing one's pants was the most common thing in the world. He had liked his son's reaction so far, and the large bulge in his pants told him his son was certainly turned on by it.

"I need to pee," was all Ulysses could manage to say. He was telling the truth, though, and his bladder was pressing more now that it had received pertinent visual stimulus.

Jeremiah smiled fatherly and walked around the ping-pong table. "It's okay, son. Just go in your pants, just like Daddy." He put on paw comfortingly on Ulysses' back, the other on his abdomen, encouraging him calmly. "You'll feel a lot better. Trust me."

Ulysses closed his eyes so he could concentrate. He was glad he'd hadn't achieved a full erection yet as that would have made pissing his pants harder. Soon he was peeing his pants steadily, his urine hissing just like his father's.

"That's it, Son," his father purred, rubbing Ulysses' belly. "Let it out like a good tom-cat."

Jeremiah moved his paw from Ulysses' abdomen to his groin and cupped it, the urine flowing over his paw hot and wet. He pressed his paw firmly into his son's groin, his eyes closed as his penis rapidly approached full erection as his son blissfully pissed through is pants into his father's eager paw. The wet warmth was spread all over his groin and pelvis, and the trails running down the inside of his legs and over his feet seemed only to relax his bladder further. His father's paw on his groin was arousing him inside, and once he stopped peeing, he'd start showing it on the outside in short time. He soon finished peeing himself, and his penis immediately began filling quickly.

"Good boy," Jeremiah murmured warmly in his ear and kisses his cheek. He bounced his son's crotch in his paw a little, able to feeling the penis growing behind the jeans.

Ulysses finally opened his eyes and look down at his father's lap. He was greeted by a very prominent protrusion sticking out straight behind the wet zipper.

"That was incredible," Ulysses said.

"You weren't so bad yourself, boy." Jeremiah kissed his son on the mouth. "Seeing as how we both enjoy peeing our pants, I don't really see the point using the commode. It'll just waste water." He grinned widely.

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Ulysses chuckled.

Jeremiah nodded. "Good."

"How did you know I was into this stuff?"

"I didn't. I just had to test it. I was too horny to do otherwise."

"I'm glad you did." Ulysses reached down and groped his father slowly. "You really had to go, didn't you? You must be a flooder. I remember how saturated your clothes were from yesterday."

Jeremiah's eyes widened in surprise. "How'd you find out about them?"

Ulysses had that Cheshire Cat smile again. "I had to pee one last time before getting out of my things. I had the washer lid open, and I had a sudden urge to feel your thermal underwear." Ulysses explained to his father his thoughts on that evening which led him to realize his father was probably a regular snowpants-wetter at least. His father ginned and shook his head all the while, marveling at his son's attention to detail.

"A detective to the last," he said, clapping his son on the back. "Yes, I almost always piss my snowpants. I just like it. In fact, I love to wet my pants, period. I do it at home all the time, I have wetting buddies I fool around with, and I've even been to a few small piss parties. When I'm up here alone, I almost never use the bathroom. You know, it's a real dream come true to not only find you want an affair with me as bad as I have wanted it with you, but that you're also into the same fetish. I tell you, we're going to keep each other better company than ever."

"I'll definitely come to dinner at your place more often, Dad."

"You better."

"How long before you go again?"

"Not long. Maybe fifteen minutes. If I keep steady with my drinking, I can produce good loads about ever fifteen minutes usually. Sometime every ten minutes, though the loads are a bit smaller."

"Like father, like son," Ulysses marveled.

"Thank the gods. Well, what do you say we get some more liquids and play a bit more. I want to mess around today. In fact, I'd like to mess around every day."

So Father and Son messed around the rest of the day. They spent most of their time down in the basement. They'd played out several different scenarios. The second time Jeremiah needed to go, he only just mentioned it to his son before he relieved himself. Minutes later, Ulysses hosed himself down again. After that, they stopped playing ping-pong and sat down to play cards. Ulysses had to go again before his father was ready. He'd stood up, walked around the table to his father's side and sat on his lap. Hugging him close, he opened his bladder and peed all over them, his father rubbing his back soothingly and licking his ear. Simultaneously, his father decided to empty his tank right in his seat. Urine quickly started falling over the sides and onto the floor. The next time, Jeremiah came around to Ulysses' side, took out his penis, and proceeded to piss all over his son's chest. Soon after, his son returned the favor eagerly. Jeremiah then surprised Ulysses by suddenly sucking his still pissing cock into his mouth and blowing him. Ulysses was surprised further when he felt urine falling on his foot and realized his father was pissing himself again while sucking his son's cock.

After two more rounds, the two men stopped and cleaned up a bit to go upstairs and make lunch. They hadn't stopped drinking, though, and were desperate as could be while making food. Jeremiah was struggling to hold on as they made their way back downstairs. He was pinching himself through his underwear frantically. Once they reached the table, he set his plate down and let the floodgates open.

Jeremiah's underwear was soaked almost instantly, and a geyser of urine arched three inches from his cock-head. He groaned loudly as he was finally able to relieve himself, taking great pleasure to simply stand there as he felt the pressure in his bladder ease and the warmth spread over his pelvis and down his legs again.

Ulysses waited until his father was drained before stepping up to him. Quite needing to pee as well, he extracted his cock from his underpants, inserted it in his father's, and soaked him. He held him close and kissed him passionately, his cock spaying urine fiercely and abundantly. When Ulysses had finished relieving himself, they stared down at the sight of his large penis, sticking out of one pair of slightly damp underpants and into another, very drenched pair. Ulysses' brown tube was turning Jeremiah on again, and his penis was creating an ever larger lump in the right panel of his briefs.

They spent the next two hours lounging around in their soaked underwear, peeing themselves whenever the urge came upon them. Sometimes they made play of it, other times they simply let it come, especially while they were in front of the television. Occasionally they would jack off, and other times they would blow each other. Eventually their lust had become too much to resist, and they wanted a good, plain round of old fashioned sex.

Jeremiah put down his controller. "The shower, young man. It's time to play another game."

Ulysses' eyes gleamed at being told what to do. "Yes, Daddy."

Once in the basement bathroom, Jeremiah situated himself on ledge seat in the shower. He eyed his son hungrily and patted himself through his briefs.

"Come here, Son. Close the shower door, turn in on, and keep your underwear on," he ordered gently.

"Yes, Dad." Ulysses obeyed. He could feeling an erection coming on.

"Yes, very nice." Jeremiah ran his paws up Ulysses' legs and to his hips, his eyes watching the growing penis. Ulysses' briefs (like Jeremiah's) were so completely saturated that his penis was quite visible through the garment. He rubbed his face against it and was soon licking it all over. "Son, you haven't peed for a while. Do you need to go?" "Yeah."

"Then go."

Ulysses didn't hesitate and was soon wetting his underpants again. Jeremiah held his face over his son's pissing cock, letting the hot urine soak over it a while. He then pulled his face away and watched his son wet a few moments before pulling down his underwear. Ulysses' cock was about two-thirds erect and at the perfect angle to hit Jeremiah square in the face. Instinctively, the elder tom-cat opened his mouth and sucked his son's penis in generously. Ulysses relieved himself completely into his father's mouth, flooding it as hard as he could.

"That felt good. I needed that," Ulysses breathed.

"You think I'm done?" Jeremiah asked jovially.

"You think I'm done?" his son returned. "On your back, ol' man!"

"All right, Son." Jeremiah lay down in the shower, his fur getting soaked in the warm water running over the bottom of the floor.

Ulysses knelt down, extracted a claw, and tore a hole in his father's underpants at the anus. He took his member in paw and maneuvered it, hole by hole, into his father's rump.

"Ooo, aren't we in a hurry?" Jeremiah said with a laugh.

Ulysses only growled in response as he began humping his father eagerly, bracing himself by a firm grip on his father's thighs. Jeremiah started moaning loudly, and his son realized he'd by chance angled himself just so that he was hitting his father's prostate. Jeremiah's urge not only to cum but to piss were both getting stronger with each hit. He was soon pissing his underwear as his son attacked his prostate. Ulysses soon felt the urine flowing over and around his cock and looked down to watch his father wet himself further. His balls responded by suddenly pulling tight against his body, and within seconds he was shooting off inside his father. The dual sensation of cumming and being peed on was enough to rip haggard moans from him as he held his father firmly against his pelvis.

Ulysses lay over his father breathing deeply after he finished unloading, letting the water hit him from above. The day was only half over, and he was feeling fatigued. As much as a turn-on as his father was, he hoped their libidos would be calm the rest of the day.