Futile Fantasies
This is a prequel to my "Quality Father-Son Time" stories. You might want to read them to get a decent idea of what happens next. . .;)
"Hey! Pass me the ball, Jared!"
The wooden floor of the basketball court squeaked with the running shoes of the four players. A fast, rhythmic "THUMP" echoed with every dribble of the ball in Jared's hands. Bobby, a dragon in Jared's school and a player on the opposing team of two, stood between him and the goal, holding his arms and wings outstretched to prevent Jared from getting closer to the net.
"Come on, Jared!" Mat, the rabbit on Jared's team, pleaded him to pass the ball. But Jared was so close. . .
Jared ducked under Bobby's arms and wings, spinning to protect the basketball from getting stolen, ran for the goal, and jumped for the shot.
What he didn't see was Rick, the other dragon on Bobby's team. The red dragon appeared behind Jared and jumped with him, knocking the ball loose just as Jared let it go. The horse crashed onto his butt on the ground, and the ball bounced away to the other side of the gym, the winning shot deflected.
Jared rose up off his butt and felt a burning pain in his arm. Rick's scales had made a long cut where they hit his arm in deflecting the ball, and blood ran freely from the large wound. He gritted his teeth and held his arm in his left hand.
"Hey, you all right?" Bobby asked. He sniffed the air. "Is that. . .damn it, Jared, you're bleeding like crazy!"
Jared's friends moved to him to inspect the cut. It ran about four inches long down his arm, but thankfully wasn't so deep that he cut a vital vein.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Jared said, still clutching his arm. In truth, it hurt. "I think I'll just go home and get some bandages before my dad sees it. He'll freak." Jared pictured his overprotective dad's reaction to a cut like that and grimaced. Definitely couldn't let him see that.
Jared said bye to his friends and walked home, holding his dripping arm along the way. Some of the blood dried in his light brown fur, leaving it crunchy and dark. Damn dragon scales. . .
When Jared reached the house and saw his father's car in the driveway, he cursed. He was home early today. It would be harder getting to the bathroom upstairs for bandages without Stark seeing.
Jared reached the front door, took a deep breath, and opened it quietly. He poked his head in and, seeing nobody there, slipped inside and gently closed the door behind him. So far, so good.
He quickly made his way up the stairs. When he was halfway up, he abandoned stealth for speed; the bathroom was just up ahead. Just a little farther. . .
Jared reached the top of the stairs and bowled into his dad.
The two horses tumbled to the ground, and Jared wound up lying on top of Stark's large, muscular chest. He wasn't wearing a shirt; must've just got out of the gym. Stark stared up at him, surprised and a little shaken. Jared noticed he was sweating. Definitely came from the gym.
"Jared? What in the world are you--"Stark's eyes met the blood on Jared's arm. Quick as a flash, Stark sat up and began inspecting the wound like it needed stitches.
"What the heck happened? You're bleeding! Good lord, Jared, this cut is huge!"
"I-I'm fine, dad."
"Obviously not, or you wouldn't be bleeding like this." Stark took Jared into the bathroom and pulled out a roll of gauze.
"I don't need that, dad, the blood's dry. . ."
Stark didn't hear him. He unrolled a long stretch of gauze and ripped the end off. He took Jared's arm and quickly wrapped the gauze around the wound, tighter than necessary, and taped it together.
When he was finished, Stark looked at him. "How'd that happen?"
"I-I was playing ball with the guys, and brushed up against the scales of one, a dragon. . ."
"A dragon? Why in the world are you playing basketball with dragons? They're massive!"
"It's fine, dad, we're friends--"
"Friends or no, all it takes is one misstep and they can break every bone in your body. Being friends didn't keep this from happening, did it? What if you got infected, or what if a vein was cut? No, don't be playing high-contact sports with dragons. Stay with species your own build, like deer or--"
"Dad! I'm seventeen! I'll play ball with whoever I want!"
"You've been seventeen for two days, and as long as you live in my house, you'll do as I say. Now go to your room and rest your arm."
Jared let out an exasperated groan as he left the bathroom for his bedroom. He slammed his bedroom door behind him and threw his clothes off, down to his underwear, before he jumped into bed and screamed his frustration into the mattress. Ever since his mother left, his dad became incredibly overprotective. Every cut, every bruise, every trip, every minor injury spazzed him out and usually ended in a new rule forbidding the action that led up to said injury. He was lucky that he didn't go nuts when Jared tripped on him at the top of the stairs, landing on his bare chest, his pecs coated with fresh sweat from working in the gym. . .
Jared rolled onto his back and laid there stunned by the realization that his father had just given him a hardon.
***
Stark listened to Jared's slamming door and sighed. He'd come out for something eventually, but going after him was useless. The boy could be so stubborn.
He went downstairs into the kitchen and began to fix dinner. As he prepared a meatloaf for the oven his mind kept returning to Jared: How he was when he was a little colt, learning to walk, playing with dolls.
Stark chuckled. He wasn't at all surprised when the boy told him he was gay on his fourteenth birthday. A friend of his at the time--some punk-ass bull--made a joke about when the stripper would arrive, and Jared got uncomfortable the rest of the day, finally telling Stark after everything was over. As far as Stark knew, he was the only one Jared had told. Stark told him that it was all right, and nothing would make him love him less. Though Stark's own bisexuality may have had a hand in his acceptance.
He never told anyone about his own sexuality--not his parents; not his ex-wife, Resa; not even Jared. It never came up, and it never mattered. What's the point in telling someone if you don't even care? Making a big deal out of something you don't even care about was stupid.
He put the meatloaf in the oven and set the timer for forty-five minutes. It took him months to figure out how to cook a meatloaf without burning it or leaving it bloody. Resa always knew how to do that.
Stark never knew why she left. She had said that day that she was going to a nearby grocery store. That was it. No goodbyes, no divorce papers, no hugs or tears. Just a fake shopping list and a smile that said "Be back soon." That was five years ago. For months they obsessed over her disappearance. They filed a missing person report with the police and expected her cut-up and rotting corpse to show up in a ditch somewhere any day. Then the mail came--simple, everyday thing. A letter from the state notifying him of a "Resa Corraine's" change of address, among other things--only her last name had changed.
Jared took it hard. He cried while Stark held him to his side. Then he got angry and began getting into fights at school. It got better over time, though, and now he barely had any words to say when the subject of his mother came up.
Undoubtedly she had found some rich pretty-boy that wooed her into cuckolding. Well, fine. They were better off without her in the end.
Stark's attraction to women had plummeted after that. Sure, he could still look at some mare's ass and think she's hot, but as far as his sex drive went, females held nothing for him anymore, so Stark looked to men for sexual satisfaction. But still, he never remarried.
The smell of the meatloaf began to waft through the kitchen. Jared would come down soon, driven by hunger, and then he'd clean his plate and act like nothing had happened, like he always did when they argued. That boy worried Stark so much.
The timer on the oven dinged. Still Jared hadn't come down; surely he wasn't that angry? What was that boy doing?
***
Dad's naked body stood in front of him, his horse cock hanging huge--far larger than what should be normal--and still growing. His biceps bulged like a bodybuilder's, exposing veins that snaked over every inch of those giant rock-crushing arms and down his massive pecs, all the way down to his powerful shins. His abnormally huge penis grew to three feet, still growing, stretching longer and thicker every second. It drooled precum fluid that pooled at his feet, and visibly throbbed. It was covered in veins, like the rest of Stark's muscular body, and the vascularity only made him sexier.
Jared gazed on his dad, who wore a grin on his face. He held up a hand and gestured to Jared: Come closer, it said. I want to fuck you senseless.
And Jared wanted it.
He took a step closer, and suddenly he was propelled forward, licking the ooze flowing from his father's five-foot-long three-and-a-half-feet-wide cock. It drenched his face and filled his mouth, and he swallowed, only to receive another delicious mouthful. He stuck his tongue into the huge slit, sucking the fluid out like the fountain it was. He couldn't tell if his dad liked it because he couldn't see his face, but it didn't matter; he loved this.
Jared grabbed his own penis and began to shake. He was so horny, so full of precum, so hard. . .so close.
***
Stark stared at his son.
Jared was asleep. Stark had gone up to bring him down for dinner. He was on his back.
His erection poked through the front flap of his boxers.
Jared was gasping and moaning, and he lightly shook his own length in his sleep. Precum spurted from the tip occasionally and ran down the shaft, staining his underwear. He was licking the air constantly, and moving his free hand around something only he could see in his dreams.
It was the sexiest thing Stark had ever seen.
His son's long rod throbbed and beat the air as Jared kept rubbing and moaning. Stark felt his own quickly begin to unsheathe--and for a moment, he was ashamed for it. He couldn't look away from the spectacle in front of him. But it was so. . .sick! It was his son, for God's sake!
But. . . good lord, he was so hot.
Stark unzipped his increasingly uncomfortable pants. He looked down at his emerging penis, wondering what he should do.
Just this once. Nobody will know.
But I'll know.
But he's so damn hot!
But he's my son!
He grabbed his member and slowly began to shake.
***
Daddy rubbed his ass cheeks, which were just as muscular as the rest of his body. Jared looked at the glorious horse rump so close to his face, tail raised high and moved aside, just begging to be licked and entered. Stark was bent over and looking behind him, his mouth open in an "O" shape as he silently moaned for his son. Jared buried his face in his father's ass and inhaled deeply, licking the entire area until his drool covered Stark's butt. His cock throbbed so hard he thought it might burst. He gave the tailhole one more lick, and slowly pulled his face away. He pointed his aching member toward the tailhole and thrusted inward, penetrating his father deeply and wonderfully. He withdrew and pushed back in, faster than he thought he could.
As if drawing upon Stark's own strength, Jared's cock began to grow. Still buried in his father's ass, his dick's throbbing escalated until Jared felt it all over his body. He saw veins bulge on the base of his cock and on his stomach, working their way up his growing chest and biceps. Stark didn't look so huge anymore; now Jared was his size. His enormous penis stretched Stark's ass beyond imagination, and he felt so tight.
Jared pumped harder. He thrust deeper and deeper into his big, sexy dad, until finally his cock erupted into burst after burst of pure ecstasy.
***
When Jared started cumming all over himself and his bedsheets, Stark couldn't handle any more. Shame completely repressed, he ran out of the bedroom and into his own, locked the door, threw off his pants, and rubbed his eager cock. He moaned as he pictured his son on the bed, spurting his semen all over, and onto an eager Stark. He lay on the floor as he rubbed relentlessly and felt his heavy balls.
Stark sat up and bent his head down to reach his big horse penis, and he began to suck the member, imagining Jared was doing it and he was doing it to Jared at the same time. He gulped down a sudden burst of his own precum as he rubbed his wet tongue up and down his shaft as far as he could reach. He used his hands to fondle his balls and his sweaty tailhole, moving two or three fingers in and out of his entrance as he sucked.
His orgasm came too soon. His cock throbbed violently and released a torrent of white, salty cum into Stark's throat. He swallowed some, then let his cock out of his mouth and got several shots on his face.
He moaned with his dick's every throb.
When it was over and he had cleaned himself up, Stark realized that he just jizzed at the thought of his son and hated himself for it. What kind of freak did that?
But God, it felt so good.
***
Jared noticed that his sheets were soaking wet. He lifted them and they dripped. He hadn't wet the bed since he was four. . .
Then he noticed that he, too, was soaked. He tasted something salty on his tongue, and realized that he had a night emission.
Then he remembered the dream.
He suddenly felt embarrassed. It was the best and most erotic dream Jared had ever had, and it was of his father! He recalled the details and felt himself blush when he recognized the stuff that went on in his mind. He turned his attention back to the cum-soaked sheets. He'd really made a mess.
For his father.
So. Was he some sort of backward incest redneck now? No, he couldn't be. He hadn't actually had sex with Stark, right? Since when were you what you imagined?
But God, his dad was so hot.
***
Stark avoided Jared for the rest of the day, using tiredness as an excuse. He couldn't take his mind off the boy: how his body shuddered and gasped as he clutched his throbbing shaft. . .
Stark felt himself become aroused again, but forbade himself from masturbating to Jared. He turned on his computer in his bedroom and watched two horses screw in a hardcore video.
He didn't catch himself imagining one of them with Jared's face.
***
Jared quietly opened the door to his father's bedroom and waited.
A soft snore echoed through the room. Good. Stark was asleep.
Jared couldn't get his mind off the dream, particularly when his dad was showing off that sexy ass. Jared had to know: is that what it really looked like? He needed just a peek.
Stark snored again. Quiet snorer, deep sleeper. Good.
Jared crept to the side of the bed, keeping careful to move only during the second when Stark snored. If his dad woke up and caught him doing. . .this. . .what would happen, exactly?
Jared went over the possible scenarios in his mind. Either Stark would fly into a rage and kick Jared out--unlikely, but he'd heard of worse things--or he'd be unpleasantly surprised and things would be incredibly awkward for them for the rest of their lives.
Or Stark would moan and beg for more.
But that would never happen.
Stark snored again. He wasn't under the bedsheets, and his backside was facing Jared. Good.
Jared slowly--very, very slowly--grabbed the strap of Stark's boxers with his thumbs and index fingers and gently pulled them down his legs. Slowly--very, very slowly--his butt was fully exposed.
It was beautiful. Not vascular like in his dream, of course, but wonderful and round all the same.
Jared leaned in close and quietly breathed in.
Oh, God, it was so good.
He touched it gently. Very gently. Stark shook a bit, but continued his light snoring.
Jared softly poked the anus with his tongue.
It instinctively tightened at Jared's touch.
Jared shuddered. His cock was hard again and begging for another release. He contemplated jumping on his father then and there, to hell with the consequences.
Instead, he replaced the underwear and crept out as silently as he came in.
***
Jared was bathing. Good. Stark sat outside the bathroom door, waiting for the water to stop. His dreams the night before were occupied with visions of Jared, of him sucking Stark, Stark sucking him, and, most vividly, Jared licking his butt.
Now he sat outside the bathroom door. He had to see Jared's body again.
The water stopped. Stark bent down and looked under the door like a pervert. He saw the shower door move aside.
Out stepped a sex idol.
Jared was soaking wet. Water ran down his chest and stomach and legs, and dripped off a pair of full testicles. His member poked out of his sheathe a little bit, exposing the head. Jared looked at himself in the mirror and groped his cock, coaxing it further out of the sheathe, and he struck a pose for his reflection.
Oh, he was so hot.
He was lean, not muscular like Stark, yet he was still a beautiful young stallion.
Young. It occurred to Stark that he was almost thirty years Jared's senior. Even if incest was legal in his state, it would technically be pedophilia.
Stark's penis began to emerge, and Jared had put on a damn towel anyway. He got up and walked off. He had to be quiet. If Jared caught him peeking, he'd never speak to Stark again. Even under the best possible circumstances, whatever father-son relationship Jared and Stark had would be destroyed. Under the worst circumstance, Jared would leave--just like Resa left.
Or he'd grin, strike another pose and lift his rear.
But that would never happen.
Stark sighed. Jared would be going to school in a few minutes, leaving him alone to contemplate just what the hell he was doing.
But he knew what he was doing: Having disgusting, unnatural, harmful, wonderful, futile fantasies about having hot, steamy sex with his gorgeous son.
***
Jared waved bye to his dad as he walked to school. He had no idea how he'd keep his mind on schoolwork after the day before. He'd masturbated again after he left Stark's room--it hit the ceiling--and once again in the shower that morning.
Jared couldn't sleep, so he surfed the Internet, particularly websites concerning incest. He stumbled upon a video-making website: like Youtube, only for porn. He made an account. Not like he'd ever make a video, but there were some decent father/son skits on the website that made him feel somewhat normal.
Of course, none of the fathers were as hot as Stark.
Jared sighed as he approached his school. It would be best to push these thoughts from his mind. His fantasies were completely futile, after all; he'd never get to fuck his dad in real life. The realization made him want to weep.
He straightened up his backpack and continued on to school. Today his teacher would be assigning a science presentation. Who knows? Maybe it would be interesting.