Love Rings

Story by Argentuscale on SoFurry

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This is based on my Quality Father-Son Time stories. I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY; it was written by Rosewolf with my permission and edited and posted by me with his permission. His profile can be found here: http://europe1.yiffstar.com/?uid=54472

In addition, unless Rosewolf or someone else decides to write more, this is the end of the Quality Father-Son Time stories. I'm quite happy with it, myself.

Stark was at the table eating his breakfast, wearing a black silk robe, still deep in thought of the previous night's bonding with his beloved son, Jared. Jared was still asleep when Stark got up; a look of satisfaction and deep pleasure plastered on his face. Stark just couldn't bring himself to wake his son from such a peaceful state but he also couldn't stay in bed due to his hunger for a morning meal.

Today was Stark's birthday. No doubt Jared had some surprise planned. Well, Stark also had a bit of a surprise, and a very special request for his son. His head swam with the ways to ask his request. Even after they both had opened up to each other and spent so many months loving and mating every night, Stark couldn't help but wonder, 'Will Jared be overjoyed? Will he be angry or sickened?' His mind was so lost in thought that he never heard the kitchen door swing open.

Stark almost jumped out of his chair when a couple of strong, muscular arms embraced him at the neck and shoulders from behind.

"Morning, sexy," Jared said, nuzzling his nose into his dad's shoulder. He was wearing some black sweat pants.

"Morning, gorgeous," he replied back, lifting his arm back around his son's neck. They spent a few minutes cuddling before Jared sat down next to his father and started eating the meal Stark had made him. It was still warm. They both ate their breakfast without much conversation.

After they had finished eating, Jared pushed his plate away and slipped under the table. He started his usual routine with his father's crotch when he felt a hand rub his head. He ducked his head low enough to look up and see his father smiling. "Save that for later, handsome."

Jared looked up at his dad with surprise and concern. He was probably surprised that Stark had told him to wait--on his birthday, no less. Jared had come to think that his dad would drag him to the bed and mount his ass till the next morning. Still, Jared got up and gave his dad a long, passionate kiss before leaving the kitchen to go wash up.

Stark sighed; as much as he wanted to lie on his back and have his gorgeous young stallion pound away at his rump, he knew that if they started now he'd never be able to go through with his plans. He got up and put the dishes in the dishwasher, and then he went up to the bathroom where his son was just bending over and pulling his boxers down.

Stark stood there and wondered what to do. If he joined his son, Jared would want to have some playtime in the shower; though he also would want some fun. If he left, he would miss their morning time together; in which Jared would be concerned and sad. Stark was determined to hold off their usual bonding until later on that night. He quickly made a decision and untied the belt of his robe and dropped it to the floor. He walked up and brushed his hand across his son's toned back, deliberately avoiding his gorgeous rear.

Jared looked at his dad and smiled with a small expression of curiosity.

A few minutes later they were both in the shower with hot water running down their bodies. As usual, Jared started caressing his dad's wet, naked body: Stroking his thick horse meat, groping his ass cheeks, licking his nipples, invading his mouth with his tongue; everything to get his dad to give him some loving attention.

Stark just stood there, letting this go on for about five minutes, then he put his hands on his son's shoulders and smiled, looking into Jared's beautiful blue eyes. "I know it's a very unfair thing to ask of you, but I need you to hold off until tonight." Jared was visibly stunned. His dad had never held off their first daily bonding any farther than their shower together.

***

It was a very long day for Jared. Though they had a lot of fun celebrating his father's birthday, going to a movie, playing pool at the bowling rink, and even going out to a very fancy restaurant for dinner (for which they both dressed up nicely), Jared couldn't get what was going on with his sexy beast of a dad out of his mind. While on their way home, Jared finally decided to ask, "Dad, I know something's bugging you. Why won't you tell me what it is?"

Stark didn't answer; he merely smiled, still keeping his eyes on the road. Even though Jared could drive just fine, Stark always wanted to be the one driving when they both had to go out, and sometimes even offered to drive Jared where he wanted to go, the worrywart. He reached over and rubbed the back of his son's head, stroking his thick mane. While passing downtown, Stark stopped at a jewelry store.

Why the hell is he buying jewelry?' Jared thought to himself. Neither he nor his father was the jewelry-wearing types.

Stark came back out, a brown paper bag clutched in his hand. He set the bag on the dashboard and headed back to the house without telling Jared what he got. On the way, Jared started to tease his dad by leaning over and fondling the huge, plump balls in his father's pants. Stark just grinned and threw his right arm over his son, pulling him closer, left hand still on the wheel.

When they got home, they both went up to their room, where Jared went to the closet and pulled out two wrapped boxes. One was flat and rectangular; the other was square and large. He handed them both to his dad. "Go open them in the bathroom," he said.

Curious, Stark got up and went into his bathroom. While he was in there, Jared got undressed, wondering about the brown bag from the store. He first wanted to look for it, but then decided that his dad must have had planned something. It would be best not to ruin the surprise. From the bathroom Jared heard his father laugh and then ask, "Where the hell did you get this?"

Jared grinned. "Do you like it?"

"Love it!"

Jared chuckled. He sat on the bed, bracing himself on his forearms. A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened and out stepped his dad. His father lifted his arms and spun around. Stark was wearing a black cowboy hat and a pair of assless/crotchless black denim pants. His cock hung loosely from the front flap, getting longer and fatter at the sight of Jared's posing body.

"Well, my Bronco dad," Jared said with an ear-to-ear smile while flipping over on the bed. He got on his hands and knees and pointed his rear at his dad, tail raised high to expose his eager entrance to the big stallion. "Think you can break this new mustang in?"

Stark nearly laughed. "I think I've broken your wild ass a hundred times over," he replied. "But if you want me to take you for another rise I'm more than willing to accept." He walked over to the bed, placed his left hand on his hip, and planted a firm right hand on his son's right ass cheek. Jared scooted up so that his dad would have plenty of room to mount and ride his ass. Stark Climbed up on the bed and positioned himself behind his son; he had already lubed up his thick horse meat while in the bathroom. He took his cock in his right hand, put it up against his son's tight entrance, and pushed in firmly but slowly. Jared gasped, feeling every vein of the horse that created him pulse against the walls of his insides. When he was halfway in, Stark slowly pulled out, stopping just as his head was coming out of his son. Then he firmly pushed back in again. He kept this up for several moments, teasing his son and somewhat teasing himself. After several more thrusts, Stark finally gave one huge shove and within moments was hilted to the balls. Jared gave out a loud yell of surprise while his father moaned loudly.

Stark only gave Jared a few minutes to get used to the feeling before he started pulling out and thrusting in again, speeding up at a moderate rate. Jared was moaning from his dad riding his ass like a real Bronco rider. Stark was starting to pant heavily, thrusting harder and faster every minute. After thirty long, intense minutes, Stark took a firm hold on his son's hips and began slamming his son's rump with his hips.

"Oh, oh, fuck yes, yes!" Stark was getting closer and closer to flooding his son's insides with his seed. Stark reared back while slamming his cock as hard as he could into his son's ass, holding onto his hat with one hand and Jared's hip with the other. Jared nearly screamed from the pleasure and slight pain when his father's fat cock pulsed with his orgasm.

Stark kept pumping his son's ass, overflowing it within minutes, slowing down only after every drop of his thick horse cum had been emptied into his stallion. After several minutes of enjoying the afterglow, Stark pulled out of his son. The released stream of semen ran down Jared's buttcrack and dripped off his heavy balls.

Pulling Jared up to his feet on the floor, Stark lied down on the bed on his back and spread his legs up into the air with his hands. When he got in a comfortable position, he moved his hands downward to hold his butt in the air.

Jared grabbed the huge bottle of lube from the nightstand, put a generous amount in his right hand and started stroking his cock quickly as if to jack off right there.

"Careful there, my wild stallion," Stark said jokingly, "we wouldn't want you to waste all that fine breeding juice by dumping it on the floor instead of in your mare, now would we?"

Jared smiled. He sprawled on the bed and guided his cock up to his dad's sweaty, muscular ass.

"You're definitely going to have to wear this outfit for me a lot," Jared said, pushing into his father's warm and delicious bum hole while setting his hands on either side of his dad. "I might have to get a crop, spur, and reigns to complete the set." They both laughed, and then moaned as Jared mounted his cowboy dad, legs still sprawled flat on the bed. Jared decided not to tease his father; mostly because he couldn't wait to spill his fluids into his dad's rump, and partly because it was his birthday, after all.

He pushed all the way up to the hilt of his cock. Only giving themselves a few minutes, Jared started to hump fast and hard at his dad's big, willing butt. Stark winced at the pain, amazed at how fast his beloved son was growing into a real adult horse. But soon the pain was overshadowed by the immense pleasure of mating. Jared laid his head down on his father's warm and welcoming chest, pushing his arms under his dad's armpits, and he gripped his shoulders in his hands. Stark let go of his legs, setting his feet on the bed and keeping his knees up in the air, draping his arms over his son's back and gripping a shoulder and one side of his ribcage. Both horses were sent into an episode of moans, grunts, and heavy panting while the pulsing veins of Jared's thick, juicy horse sausage practically pounded against his father's warm and loving insides.

"Oh, Jared," Stark barley managed to gasp over his pants and moans, "you're growing up so fast. What'll I do when you're out in the real world?" He tightened his embrace around his offspring.

Jared could barely hear his dad's words over the pounding of blood in his ears. "Dad," he moaned, "if you want me to stay with you, you only have to ask." Jared still had his head pressed closely to his dad's broad chest, listening to the hard and fast hammering of Stark's heart against his ear.

Stark smiled; that was just what he had hoped Jared would say. Now all that worried him was his son's reaction to his request. "Now," he gasped, "do me harder."

Jared started to hammer into his dad, letting his throbbing member go only an inch out of his father's sheltering hole. Both father and son were really starting to sweat, lost in pleasure and warmth. Jared went on for about fifteen minutes, half Stark's time; his dad had more restraint and self control over his orgasms, being older and more experienced.

When he felt his climax approaching, Jared lifted himself up from the waist, placing both hands back on the bed at his dad's sides, and pointed his head up. Stark knew his son was close to emptying himself into him. He took off the black hat that he had kept on the whole time, reached up, and set it on Jared's head. Laying his head on the pillow, Stark laid back and let himself enjoy his son working himself over the edge. Finally, Jared arched his back and gave a firm thrust forward, filling his daddy's innards within moments. Jared might not have as much self control, but he was able to produce just as much horse cum as his father. Stark was filled within moments, yet his son's jizz kept flowing deep into his body, propelled by his wildly throbbing cock.

Jared continued to push in and out of his dad after he had unloaded every drop, and he was now back to embracing and pressing closely to Stark's sweaty body. About ten minutes later, when Jared was bracing himself on his dad's stomach, Stark stroking his son's thick mane, Stark reached over and grabbed the brown bag. He pulled out a black box that filled up most of his palm, which was pretty big.

"Son," he said, "When you said that you would stay with me, and all I had to do was ask. Did you really mean it?"

Jared looked puzzled. "Jared?" Stark asked, a hint of worry on his voice.

"If you truly want me to," his son finally said, "I will spend the rest of my life with you."

Stark sighed and smiled, a small tear rolling down from his eye.

"Close your eyes," Stark said. Jared looked at him for a minute and then closed his eyes.

Stark opened the box, keeping its contents hidden from Jared's view even if he had his eye closed, grabbed his son's left hand, and slipped something cool and comfortable around his finger. "You can open your eyes now," he finally said.

Jared opened his eyes to see not only his own, but also his dad's wedding finger; his left hand held his, with identical silver rings with their names on them: "Stark" on his own, "Jared" on his father's.

"We can't legally marry," his father said, "so I'll recite the wedding vows and perform the ceremony right here." He smiled at his son. "Jared," he paused, "Son, will you marry me and be mine?"

Jared just looked at him. Then he started to tear up and smile before collapsing and weeping on his father's chest. "Oh, dad," he managed to get out, "of course I'll marry you." Stark smiled, relieved that his son did not refuse or react badly to his proposal.

"One question," Jared looked up at him. "How did you know what size ring to get me?"

Stark chuckled. "I borrowed your class ring from High School." He kissed Jared's cheek. "I love you."

"I love you too, dad."

Both horses smiled, rolled over onto their sides and went to sleep looking forward to the next day, when they would be not only father and son but also life mates.