The Mage's Tale Chapter 9
Since I knew I was going to have to adjust my plans for trying out my new multiple orgasm spell until after the weekend at least, I held off on any new shenanigans with my powers for the time being. I was very curious about what I had learned about Ferris' dog, however. Did this mean that I was attuned to dogs too? Maybe even any male? I figured there would be no better time to test out this theory than at the ranch I would be visiting this weekend. From what I remembered about my Uncle Pete, he kept horses, mostly for breeding purposes, but he would make money on the side by selling rides. So naturally this meant that there was a good chance of there being intact stallions there.
In the meantime, I consulted Dad's magical book when no one else was around, to see what it said about communing with animals. There didn't seem to be any mention of it, which made me wonder if maybe this book didn't have all the knowledge I needed. I was pushing the boundaries of magical knowledge, as far as I was concerned, between this and the multiple orgasm spell that I had stumbled upon. I was starting to wonder if I had maybe started to exceed my Dad's power and expertise on the subject. Then again, maybe there was simply a variety of different magical spells that were unique to each mage, that no one else could duplicate. Whatever the case, it seemed like I was reaching the end of the book and its usefulness to me. "Dad may still have some knowledge that isn't in the book though," I thought to myself. Plus I still felt a bit inexperienced, despite my growing power and sexual escapades. I still felt attracted to him too, though I felt less submissive now, more like an equal to him.
By the time we set off on our road trip upstate, I had abstained from sex and even masturbation for 3 whole days. This was a bit of a record for me since I had started masturbating, and I felt very pent-up and sexually charged. I had to exercise my mental discipline to stop erections whenever we stopped for gas or a bathroom break. I told myself that despite everything, I was not going to torture myself like this for much longer. I resolved to relieve the pressure in my balls that night, wherever we ended up staying.
We ended up staying in a motel that night, and would go to see the ranch in the morning. What frustrated me to no end about this was that we stayed in a single room with two beds. My parents in one bed and me in the other. My plans were dashed, or at the very least I would have to be much more careful since my mom was there. I tossed and turned in the bed, though less because of the uncomfortable mattress and more because the urge to relieve myself was becoming palpable. Around 1 in the morning, I got up to go to the bathroom, resigning myself to a quickie on the toilet. In the dim light though, I noticed something.
Dad slept in just his tight boxer briefs, and had thrown the covers off since he gotten hot during the night (he was always hot, but you know what I mean). I could see the clear bulge of his erect cock as he laid on his back. Given my state of mind, it is no surprise what I did next. Potential consequences be damned, I stripped my own clothes off and knelt at the side of my parents' bed. Carefully, I eased down Dad's boxer briefs, freeing the raging 9 inch cock from its cloth prison. This was the first time I could really sit and admire Dad's cock. He had made a good choice with this one. The well trimmed pubes, shaved balls, tight foreskin and intoxicating smell made my mouth water and my dick throb. I knew then that I wouldn't be satisfied with a peek, but I couldn't be too ambitious, since my mom was still there asleep. God knew she wouldn't understand our special relationship, but I had to have this cock! Trying to be as quiet and smooth as possible, I reached over and grabbed Dad's cock. I started the slowly pump it up and down. I had barely started when a drop of precum oozed from the tip and Dad softly moaned. "Oh Bobby you're such a slut. . ." he whispered dreamily. Not caring who Bobby was, only that he was clearly enjoying it, I licked the drop of precum from the tip, then worked my tongue into Dad's foreskin.
This caused Dad to open his eyes and see what was happening. He locked eyes with me, smiled, and nodded, bringing a finger to his mouth to indicate silence. I nodded back, then dove full force onto his dick, pushing all the way back to my throat in one smooth motion. Dad exhaled sharply, trying not to break the silence or move too much, but he was clearly trying not to thrust instinctively. The taste was amazing, sweet and musky, and a little salty. I deepthroated my Dad's dick happily, my own dick throbbing and oozing on the floor. It was too bad that mages were unable to really affect each other with their spells, because I wanted to try out Dad's dick for myself. How was it so good?! I slurped his cock as quietly as I could force myself, which was very difficult, since I definitely wanted it in my ass, but I knew that was not in the cards tonight. I worked his foreskin down his shaft with my tongue, then teased the frenulum with all the skills I had learned. The effect was immediate. Not only did his cock release another dollop of salty precum, but he grabbed my head and held it there. He was telling my silently that he was about to cum and to not stop for anything. Smiling inwardly at knowing his weakness, I continued, but slower and more sensually. I teased a bit of my own precum out of my dick and lubed my finger with it. Not breaking pace, I teased Dad's winking asshole with it. As I pushed it in, Dad's dick stiffened and swelled. I knew the moment was here, I was about to taste his cum at last. When my finger pushed his prostate, he came hard. I was ready, but even then I struggled to keep up with him. I gulped down the first few jets, but I couldn't keep up with him. I did at least manage to keep his delicious cum in my mouth without any of it dripping. The sheer ecstasy of making him cum and tasting it all made my own cock explode unprompted, making a big mess on the motel floor. I gulped down the last of Dad's massive load before easing off of his dick, using my lips to pull his foreskin back up. I could tell that it had been a huge struggle to not move or make much noise when he came, but to look at him now, you wouldn't know that. He looked downright peaceful. I pulled his underwear back up and pulled my finger out of his ass. He had already fallen back asleep.
Looking down at my own dick and the mess I had made, I knew I had a problem on my hands (and the floor). Cleaning it up with a towel or something was going to leave evidence, and tissues would just smear it into the carpet. "Well," I thought, "what's one more load?" I bent down and slurped up my own wasted cum from the hotel floor. I felt a bit dirty, but I always enjoyed cum, so it wasn't an issue for me. I hadn't cum as much as Dad had, despite my pent-up state.
The next morning, with no acknowledgement of what happened beyond a smile and a wink from Dad, we got in the car and drove the last couple of hours to the ranch. I felt tired, as I had not gotten much sleep. I fell asleep in the car, and had the beginnings of a wet dream. I dreamt of Ferris and his dog, then Ferris was my Dad, then I was the dog, tasting his dick. I looked back and saw the doggy dick between my back legs, then I was jolted awake. "We're here Johnny," Mom said, "wake up." Luckily we weren't quite at the entrance yet, which gave me a few moments to collect myself and get my raging hard-on to go down some.
The tour of the grounds went pretty smoothly and was a bit boring, honestly. After showing us Pete's house, the farmhand showed us the stables and the horses, and then the fields and trails for riding them. There was a lot of talk about Pete's will and personal effects that I wasn't really paying attention to most of it. I was looking at the horses. There seemed to be a dozen or so horses visible, with all kinds of variation in color. There were white, brown, black, and paint horses all mixed in. They all seemed to be full sized riding horses, no ponies or Clydesdales. Of course, I didn't know that much about horses at the time, so I could have been wrong.
I reached out my senses, and beyond the boring thoughts of the farmhand, it was difficult to pick up anything else. I tried to isolate the horses' feelings, to see if I could connect with the stallions in the field. Nothing, then I noticed when I looked closely that this field was full of mares. The stallions must be kept elsewhere, I thought to myself. Probably so they don't breed when you aren't present. "Maybe the mares are in heat," I thought. That would mean that the stallions were likely to be pretty randy. From what little I knew of stallions, the smell of mare in heat drove them wild.
When the conversation lulled behind me, I piped up with "Is this all of the horses?" as innocently as I could. The farmhand said "No, the others are in the barn on the other side of the house." "Can I go look at the horses in the barn?" I asked, knowing that they would likely be the pent up stallions. "Sure," Dad said, "but don't get too close." Dad didn't seem to pick up on what I was up to, which was just as well, since I wanted to test this on my own first.
I walked over to the barn, and a wave of lust washed over me as I reached the doors. Opening them, the stallions were clearly frustrated since they could smell the mares out in the field but couldn't get to them. There were only four stallions in here, in contrast to the many mares outside. There were two brown stallions, a white one and a black one. None of them were particularly interested in me, they just wanted to go out into the field and fuck the mares. All four had semi-erect penises, and I was amazed by the size of them. Even semi-hard, they were at least as long as Dad's, and much thicker. What really surprised me was the black one though. His cock was also only semi hard, but it was easily twice the size of the other stallions. Even more curious though, when I reached out to touch his thoughts, he was just as turned on by the other stallions as he was by the scent of mares. "A bisexual stallion," I thought incredulously, "I never would have guessed." I was getting incredibly turned on staying here, even after blocking out the stallions from my mind. I went back and rejoined my parents just as they were wrapping up the conversation. But I knew I was going to have to try something with those stallions later.