Quality Father-Son Time: Mother's Return
"Okay, ready? One, two, three!"
A bright flash emitted from the camera. Once the last picture was finally taken, the crowd of students in blue gowns cheered and threw their blue hats into the air, signaling that they had finally graduated high school. The many hats cloaked the air above and rained down to the ground, some into the clapping crowd of proud parents. Mothers were weeping for their precious little snowflakes, who had finally grown up, and fathers were hugging their sons and daughters and congratulating them on their success.
Jared Corraine looked down from his spot on the large stage and spotted his father in the crowd, clapping for him and everyone else. He left the stage and walked to his dad and gave him a hug.
"I'm proud of you, Jared," Stark Corraine said to his son.
"Thanks, dad," Jared replied. "On the way home, do you think we could pick up a birthday cake?" He asked because today was also his 18th birthday.
"Sure," Stark said. "And we can pick up a few other things, too."
Stark's wink and grin told Jared exactly what he meant. His tail flicked in excitement when he thought of the coming night and the birthday present he really wanted. He tried to keep his excitement down as he responded with a coy voice and an evil grin.
"Oh really? Like what kind of things?"
Stark chuckled. "Oh, you know. . . .things."
The two horses stood there giggling at eachother for several minutes, not bothering to care about the few people who were staring. Nobody else mattered in the entire world. Suddenly, all either of them wanted was to go home. They both said their goodbyes and Jared said his thanks to the many parents congratulating him and wishing him a happy birthday as he made his way out of the crowd. At one point after leaving a couple of lizards, he overheard the wife whisper to her husband, "Shame his mom wasn't here." Jared ignored it and went to the car, where his dad was waiting.
When Jared got to the car, a black Saturn that was more spacious on the inside than it seemed from the outside, he took off his gown to replace it with a T-shirt. He moved quickly, but he made sure to give his dad in the driver's seat a nice view of his abs before he slipped the shirt on. He slipped into the passenger seat, throwing his gown into the back, and leaned over to kiss his dad.
Stark accepted his son's kiss, and the two horses sat there for several minutes, gladly swapping spit with eachother. They reluctantly broke apart in order to keep themselves from mounting right there in the car, but not before Stark rubbed his hand along Jared's crotch, sending a quick burst of pleasure up the teen's spine.
The trip to the store was quick and uneventful. Stark went in alone while Jared waited impatiently in the car until his dad returned ten minutes later, with a cake and a bag holding several bottles of lubricant and several dildos. On the way home, Jared took out the sex toys and teasingly licked and sucked on them, causing his dad to swerve on the road more than once from excitement. Stark had to take the toys away to keep himself from staring at his son's teasing.
After they finally pulled into their driveway and got inside, they looked at the time. It was only 6:00 PM.
"You wanna go ahead with it, or do you wanna wait?" Stark asked his son. While he himself wanted nothing more than to have his offspring suck him off, it was Jared's big day, and they would do what he wanted. Stark had promised, after all.
Jared thought for a moment, looking up and down Stark's muscular body, then said: "Not yet. Let's go to the gym, first."
Both father and son grinned at the idea. After their first time less than a year ago, Jared had started using his father's in-home gym to pump up his own physique, to both his and Stark's enjoyment. They soon made gymwork into a round of incredibly hot foreplay.
They made their way through the house, nearly jumping over eachother to get into the room full of old gym equipment. As they walked through the house, they took off their shoes and belts, throwing them wherever they were when they got them off.
The gym was the second-largest room in the house, the largest being the master bedroom. It was full of gym equipment that Jared's father used for years--hence why he was so beautifully buff. The gym had almost every kind of workout machine imaginable, from dumbbells to treadmills to things Jared couldn't even identify.
It had also become Jared's favorite room. He started using the equipment months before, with Stark's supervision, of course, and it was showing results. His lean body was growing more muscular, and his father found him even more irresistible than before. When Jared noticed his dad grow a boner while watching him exercise, they decided to turn the gym into more than a workout room.
When they got into the gym, they slowly took off their shirts: First Stark, then Jared, each one taking their time to please the other horse as much as possible by slowly revealing their sexy bodies. Then they took off their pants, going even slower to tease eachother with the emergence of their sheathes and large horse testicles.
When they were both naked, penises starting to grow, Jared spoke: "Let's do the ab machine first."
Stark made his way over to their ab machine. The equipment consisted of a chair for him to sit in, from which extended a long metal bar. Attached at the bottom of the bar were two black foam guards, meant for placing the feett under them and raising the legs up against weights that were pulled by long, sturdy cords behind the chair. In addition was two long bars that pointed upwards for holding on to and pulling the arms together and toward the chest area. These were also attached to cords that held the weights for the machine. Combined, the two provided a very good workout for the upper and lower pectorals.
Stark sat in the chair, not bothering to put down a towel for his naked, soon-to-be-sweaty butt, and grabbed the bars first. After setting the weights to something appropriate for his level, he began to pull his arms toward his chest, then back toward his back, and so on in that pattern. As Jared watched his muscled dad grunt from pulling the weights, the muscles in his chest and arms grew and expanded with his effort, becoming covered in bulging veins and a thin layer of sweat. Jared felt his penis quickly begin leaving its sheathe, always turned on by his dad's show of strength and the glistening of his sweaty body. Seeing Jared's erection, Stark also became hard, his penis growing longer and thicker as he pumped his muscles for his son.
When Stark was completely hard, Jared carefully climbed onto his father's lap, and sat on the area above the penis. He leaned back and felt his dad's big muscles move with his effort, and he felt the larger horse's hot breath on his head. Their pulsing penises rubbed together as Stark began to move his large, powerful legs for the machine, and his rock-hard shaft gently pushed against Jared's balls as his legs went up and down.
They sat like this for a while, Jared laying on Stark's sweaty body while Stark pumped his machine and his pelvis, letting their horse cocks rub against eachother and sending both males into a bout of hard breathing and quiet moaning.
When Stark began to slow down and breathe harder, they stopped. There's no fun having sex with an exhausted horse. Jared got off his father's lap and Stark stood, panting slightly and sweating a lot. The leather seat he was on was wet from his perspiring. Jared knelt down and smelled the entire seat, breathing in his father's musk, and he licked the seat in several areas, especially where his dad's sexy rump had been sitting, quietly moaning his delight at the smell of his father's ass.
Stark looked at his son licking up his sweaty chair and chuckled. "You're such an ass man," he said when Jared had finished with the seat.
"Speaking of ass," Jared said, "I've decided on a birthday present. I want you to mount me tonight, dad."
Stark looked concerned, but not defiant. "I know," he finally said. In the many times that they had been to bed together, Stark had never once mounted Jared's butt, for fear of hurting him. He was always so overprotective of his son, especially after his wife, Resa, left them. And despite Jared's asking -- sometimes begging -- his father to enter his ass, he always refused on account of his size as compared with Jared's.
"That was why I bought all that lubricant," Stark continued. "I knew you'd want that tonight. But if it hurts too much, I'm pulling out and you'll have to deal with it."
Jared was ecstatic. His energy doubled by the thought of his father inside of him, he ran over to the chin/dip station, a tall machine that reached almost nine feet high with two handles near the top for grabbing and pulling your body up to your chin. Jared took hold of these handles and began to lift himself up off the ground, until his chin passed a bar at the top of the machine, and then he slowly let himself down. His dad stood in front of him and, when Jared pulled himself up again, gently suckled on the head of Jared's penis, which was level with his muzzle. The feeling felt wonderful, so wonderful that Jared tried to hold himself up as long as he could to enjoy the brief moment of feeling his dad's tongue tickle his pisshole, but he soon went down again, releasing his throbbing penis from his dad's lips.
Then Stark did something different. He moved behind Jared and whispered softly into his ear: "You know," he said while rubbing Jared's taut hips, "I think I'm something of an ass man myself."
Jared pulled himself up again, and gasped as he felt his father's tongue glide across his butt, slowly licking his cheeks and coating his ass in saliva. Stark intentionally avoided the beautiful hole that was pointed in his direction; he had future plans for that.
When Stark finished, Jared let go of the machine and rubbed his butt, gliding his hands across his dad's spit. He looked at his father and his raging beast of a penis, and his own member throbbed wildly for satisfaction. He felt himself heat up, his heart beat faster, his energy race through him. He arched his back and opened his mouth, rubbing his butt and raising his tail. He was so horny, so in need, and his lover was standing there, erect, sweaty, so beautiful.
"Oh, dad, mount me," he said quietly, eyes begging. He bent over and raised his tail as high as it would go, showing his ass to Stark. "I need to feel your sweat, taste your ass; I want my entire body to be covered in your cum. Please, mount me hard, dad. Please."
Overtaken by his son's posing and pleading, Stark felt his own body flood with arousal. "Oh, son, how I will mount you," he moaned. "I'm gonna fill your ass up until it overflows with my seed. I'll raise my tail up and let you rip into my butt all night. I'll suck your big, delicious meat until you cum all over my face. I'll be your cock slut. I'll do whatever you want tonight, my son, my stallion, my lover."
"Oh, be my cock slut, daddy, and I'll be yours."
The two embraced, gasping and moaning and rubbing eachother's members until Stark lay Jared on the floor on his stomach, and kissed his back. Jared's tail still raised, Stark prepared to mount his lover for the first time. He began to speak: "This will be--"
The doorbell rang.
The loud "Ding Dong" noise echoed throughout the house, and into the heads of the horny horses.
It was the worst sound on the planet.
"Who in the goddamn hell could that be at this time of the evening?!" Stark growled, the mood ruined. He threw his pants on and stomped to the door, Jared behind him, also pissed at the intruder. Whoever it was better have had either a goddamned emergency or a bottle of Viagra; otherwise he would have to deal with two very horny, very pissed stallions.
Stark flew the door open.
"What?!" He shouted before even looking to see who it was.
Jared, still standing behind Stark, looked past his father and died inside when he saw who interrupted their time together.
Standing outside the door, in a long, red dress, was a black horse.
Resa.
Jared's mother.
"Happy birthday, Jared!"
To be continued. . . . .