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This is a work of fiction featuring incest, if you don't find that appealing then please continue on to other pastures.

The fourth installment of this story is already written and edited. It will be posted at a later date to give me a bit of time to write and edit the fifth installment. :3

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Stretching my arms out over my head I hear my back give a protesting crack. The hardwood bench seats of the church are in no way comfortable. A cool September breeze ruffles my tie along the front of my white dress shirt. The air feels damp and heavy, the gray clouds at noon really look like we're gonna be getting rain soon. I look over at dad in his deep charcoal grey suit with a dark blue button down shirt walking James over to the Henderson's to join them for the night. Alex Henderson rushes out to meet the little scamp. Those two have been inseparable all through their eighth grade year. It's good that James has at least one friend like that before going into high school. I was pretty much a loner for most of grade school anyway.

Standing by the car I watch the quick pleasantries dad goes through chatting with Mr. and Mrs. Henderson before hugging and kissing James goodbye, to James' embarrassed protests. Can't help but smile at it, I remember doing the same thing when I was his age. Reaching into the pocket of my black slacks I check the time on my phone, still just a quarter after noon. Dad's on his way over to the car smiling, there's a soft rumble of thunder off in the distance. That chance of rain seems to be getting higher.

We're in the car and pulling out of the parking lot within five minutes, classic rock radio playing lowly. There's silence between us but it isn't tense. Dad hums softly to the song and I watch out the window, the sleepy suburb rolling along, more than a few white picket fences passing in a blur beside us.

"So what did you think of the sermon today?" Dad's deep voice is the first to break the silence.

"It was pretty good. I liked the way pastor Hart tied in peace and love as being directly related to how we treat others." I know he's asking to see if I actually paid attention. He knows the church scene isn't my bag, I go out of respect for him. After I'm out of the house and living on my own, probably not gonna be a regular thing. I can almost hear the smile in his voice when he responds though, that makes me feel like a good son.

"Yeah, you're right, I think that was a good message." He hums softly to the tune of Renegade by Styx as it streams through the speakers. The image of him dancing to this as much younger man at some crazy disco nearly makes me laugh but I suppress it.

It's only another few minutes of driving till we're pulling into the driveway. Climbing out of the car I feel a small misting of rain starting to fall, the clouds in the distance looking like thick smoke. Definitely going to rain, possibly a nice fall thunderstorm as well. We're climbing the stairs, dad slotting the key into the door and stepping in ahead of me. We kick off our shoes, house rule, in the entrance room by the stairway to the second floor before we go any farther in.

"Feel like some breakfast champ?" Dad asks with a smile.

"Sounds good to me, you making your famous blueberry pancakes?" I ask making a sly puppy dog face cause I know it still gets him sometimes, even though I'm well passed being able to play the kid card.

"As long as we actually have blueberries, otherwise you may have to settle for banana." He chuckles deeply as he walks into the kitchen, I follow behind him. Dad starts to gather the ingredients, flour, eggs, milk, mixing bowls, frying pan. I've always enjoyed watching him cook, he's comfortable doing it to, not like some men who have no idea how to even boil water. I pull out one of the chairs at the small table we keep in the kitchen as a breakfast nook and take a seat. He has the frying pan slowly heating up and is reaching for the flour before he stops to look at himself appraisingly.

"Don't feel like paying for dry cleaning." He mumbles as he shucks his nice suit jacket off those broad shoulders and hangs it on the back of the chair opposite me. I nod to him unable to hold in a chuckle remembering the time he was struggling to open a container of powdered sugar, the bag exploded all over him. Mom still makes jokes about it. I'm too distracted watching him to think of anything witty to say. He's a handsome man, especially wearing that dark dress shirt that accentuates his broad shoulders, those snug fitting slacks that hug tight to his waist and...mold so perfectly over his taut rump.

I turn toward him and lean my back against the wall, watching him more closely. His tail sways lazily behind him while he pours the flour into a large mixing bowl. When he lifts the gallon of milk to pour it into a measuring cup his button down shirt stretches tight around his muscled back and I can just catch the outline of his strong bicep. Bending down to further scrutinize the amount of liquid in the measuring cup pushes his round shapely ass out behind him and I bite my lip. God I'm a pervert but he's one hell of a good looking man.

Satisfied he pours the milk into the flour before he takes an egg with one paw and cracks it, dumping the liquid gold it contains smoothly into the mix, not a bit of shell contaminating the batch. He grabs a whisk starting to stir, slow at first just getting the liquid to cover and blend into the dry flour. After a few moments the motion starts to become more vigorous, his biceps flexing and shifting, pulling at his shirt as it curls into a hard mound of muscle. I'm not even trying to be sly about watching; no he's in cooking lala land and putting on a nice show for me. My paw resting on my thigh drifts slowly to my groin to cup my bulge, palming it softly.

I've always loved watching him, his muscles and his grace. I used to be jealous of him, the difference in muscle. I'm not exactly small, I'm only about three inches shorter than his six foot but I'm more runners build whereas he's like a brick wall of muscle. It doesn't bother me anymore though; I've come to enjoy being a little less bulky. I can feel something stir while I watch his tail bounce and his hips roll from side to side as he mixes the pancake batter. A different kind of hunger letting itself be known when I feel the bulge in my slacks getting tighter.

He's lifting up the whisk to watch the liquid slide off slowly, checking its consistency. Happy with it he sets it down to grab the bag of blueberries and dump in a healthy amount of them to pepper the batch with dark purple spots before mixing them in well. Happy with the result he lifts the bowl pouring a nice heavy amount of the mix into the pan to start the actual cooking. He's humming now,I can smell the batter starting to cook, his tail bouncing a bit as he sways his hips to some internal song. I can't take it anymore.

Slowly I rise to my feet happy his back is to me. It's only a few steps and I'm there, he jumps a bit when my paws find his hips to grip them, pressing in close, my front pinned to his back. He stiffens as I press flush to him, rising up on the balls of my feet to nuzzle my nose against the crook of his neck, the thick auburn fur of his mane tickling my cheek, my own blonde short cropped mane small in comparison. I let out a deep rumble as my paws slowly slide along his hips, he's still but I can feel him relax against my touch, the surprise wearing off. His paw shuffles the frying pan a bit, making sure the pancake isn't sticking to it.

I purr softly as I let my paws gently trail along the waistline of his slacks easing around to rest on his lower abs just above the silver buckle of his black leather belt. I feel a slight shiver pass through him, taking a deep breath as the scent of him, his slightly sweet cologne fill my nose. It has been a long time since I was this close to him. This feels good, the firmness of his back muscle, the heat of his body against mine, the curve of his rump flush against the dip of my groin, his tail twitches softly between us.

After a moment I hear a soft deep rumble that becomes a low purr reverberating against my chest from him, I join it with my own. He's still slowly shifting the pancake before he does a quick and precise flick of his wrist to flip it over in the pan perfectly. I can't help but smirk chuckling softly against his neck. My paw gradually pulls at the bottom of his shirt to untuck it, before it slides up under the fabric to press against the bare fur of his hard abdominal muscles. He tenses again slightly, I can feel those taught muscles ripple under my fingers.

"We have the house to ourselves dad." I say softly, tilting my head to kiss the side of his neck.

"That doesn't happen often." My breath tickles over his ear before I nipped the rim of it making him shiver against me. I run my fingers through the thick dark auburn fur of his treasure trails slowly up and then back down to where it disappeared into his slacks, my fingertips threatening to push under their waistline to follow it further. He tenses and a deep bass rumble flows up through him, I know I'm pushing the right buttons when he moves the pan off the burned and turns off the stove.

He slowly turns, I slip back enough to give him room to, there's a sly grin crooking his lips along with a dancing light in his deep golden eyes when he looks me in the face. Stepping forward he closes the small gap, his paws are on my shoulders squeezing them, we're face to face when he purrs softly, I can smell the mint of his toothpaste still clinging to his breath and just a hint of the alter wine left there. My paws drop onto his hips again as he leans in closing that last gap, warm lips pressing to mine.

It's soft at first, just a gentle brushing of lips, tentative, a test of who will push for more. I suppose he knew I would blink first because being this near to his warmth makes me want more. My arms slowly slide around his waist as I ease forward, feeling his hips and mine meet, the round lump of his bulge melding to mine as I press into his lips more firmly. He tilts his head accepting my surrender, our lips lock in a way that never fails to illicit a deep rumble from both of us. It's like the world becomes a vibration, pulsing with the rush of endorphins and adrenaline, the warm scent of him filling my nose the way my own fills his.

After a moment my lips part and I tickle my tongue tip along his lower lip slowly. He doesn't hesitate to draw his own lips open to usher my slippery rough appendage in. His flavor in deeply earthy, like dark maple syrup and oak smoke, my tongue slides along his lips till it's met by his own rough distinctly feline tongue. He glides his big paws down my back, caressing in little circles. My own paws don't hesitate to dip down to take ahold of his muscled ass, squeezing at taught cheeks which earns a low growl along with a nip to my tongue.

I take the hint, relenting to go from groping to just resting my paws on his broad gloriously pert rump. He eases my tongue back into my own mouth and takes his own turn exploring my maw. His tongue curls slowly along my sharp canine teeth, dipping in to slide over my tongue twisting with it; wrestling lazily as I give slow little suckles on his talented mouth organ. I tilt my head back the other way and our lips part for a moment both of us panting for breath hotly.

His lips twitch with a smile as he shifts a bit, pulling me close to him, his hips giving a shallow grind against my own. My own lips curl as I feel that, the friction of his bulge against mine, both grown more taught with the heated kiss. I return the gesture slowly earning a small low moan from him, his scent getting deeper, the smile on my lips grows as I lean back in to kiss him again. Wet lips locking tight, teeth nearly clicking together, more heat than before.

My paws slide up his back pulling the back of his shirt with them, eager paws delving under to press against the small of his back. His hips roll slowly, I inhale sharply through my nose feeling him grinding our hips together, hot centers dragging over one another. His tongue tickles the roof of my mouth, he's still slowly rolling his hips in a motion familiar to any male. I join him in it, slowly flexing my hips to press in tighter, the heat of his growing bulge pressed ever so tightly against my own.

His paws slide down to cover my rump holding it, not squeezing or manhandling it. He presses in when our hips move together, adding a bit more strength to our grinding. My paws slide up his back, following the strong line of his spine and the muscles wrapped around his ribs, combing through his soft fur. His breath hitches when I let my claws push through his fur along his back as I drag my paws back down from his shoulder blades to his hips. I don't scratch hard, just enough to let him feel them. It has the effect I want as he crushes his lips against mine, his hips thrusting straight and grinding hard.

It feels like a fires been lit between our groins, his bulge becoming a tent and mine following it closely. After a few moments he slowly pulls back licking his lips, huffing softly. I'm a bit out of breath as I smile at him, my paws lightly tickling along his spine. I tilt my head down and stare at our meshed groins quirking a brow up at him.

"Feeling a little bit constricted?" I bite my lower lip holding his gaze while my paw snakes around to pull at his belt buckle playfully. He grunts, softly snickering, nodding a bit.

"We should head upstairs Aaron." His voice is a low baritone rumble, full of heat and no small amount of lust.

"Music to my ears, lead the way Michael." I say smirking, I know he's thrown a bit by my use of his first name, but he just grins and moves fluidly to the side. The coolness of the air after being close to him for so long is nearly a shock. His paw grips my tie and gives it a yank, just like that I'm following him out of the kitchen, through the house, up the stairs and down the hallway to my parents' bedroom.

He lets go of my tie before he crosses into the bedroom and I follow him in. I turn to close the door behind me, when I turn back he's on top of me pressing in hard. He has me wedged against the door with his bigger frame, his hard muscled body pinning me flat. I try to twist but he holds firm, his paws gripping my wrists, keeping my arms locked at my sides. His breath is hot against my cheek, I feel small again, like a kid compared to him, not a twenty four year old adult. I keep struggling, grunting as I try to gain leverage and twist or turn to fight him.

His growl is real, it's deep as he leans his face against my neck and kisses slowly. It isn't a kiss long though as I try to turn my shoulder into his chest. His teeth press against my neck in a threat to stop my struggling, I feel him slowly bite down, the dull pressure quickly becoming a sharp pain as I keep struggling. After a moment I lose my composure and hiss in pain, flinching I tilt my head away from where he's locked on.

He doesn't let up until I go still and stop fighting. Slowly he released his jaws starting to drag his tongue over the spot in a gentle lick, reminding me that there is no real threat there in our mock struggles for dominance. He would never actually hurt me intentionally. The feel of his licks make me shiver and moan as they tickle along the crook of my neck and down around to the hollow of my throat before he stops and pulls back. His smirk is bright and his eyes are full of heat.

"Good boy." Comes his lust graveled voice. His paws pull my wrists up over my head and he grips both of them in one large strong paw pinning them against the wooden door. I don't fight this time and he gives a satisfied rumble as he leans in to kiss me. It's a hard kiss, the back of my head presses into the door as he claims my mouth. I suck at his tongue as it dives into my mouth to drag over my teeth and tongue, wriggling and conquering, laying claim to its new home.

Dad's free paw moves from my shoulder to grip the front of my tie and pulls it loose, not all the way off though. Then its undoing the buttons of my shirt, slowly, methodically. His lips pressed tight to mine while his tongue busies itself with trailing over every inch of my mouth. That paw works open button after button, the cooler air of the room brushing against my warm chest. He works open the last button and pulls back from my lips to admire his handy work.

He licks his lips while he pushes my shirt open and trails his fingers up my tattooed side, following the pattern of the eight black outlined stars that flow from my left hip up onto my left shoulder blade. He didn't like the idea of tattoos at first, he doesn't complain about them anymore. His paw diverts from my side to my chest and presses his palm flat over my left peck, his palm covering the horseshoe shaped piercing in that nipple. He really didn't like the idea of piercings either, until he found out how sensitive they were.

I gasp into his lips, moaning deeply as his paw slowly grips at my chest making his palm grind over my pierced nipple. He chuckles softly before nipping my lower lip, pulling at it with his teeth. He pulls back panting softly, looking me in the eye. I glare back and shudder as he takes my pierced nipple between his thumb and index finger, starting to pinch at it, slowly pulling. I grit my teeth closing my eyes moaning out hotly, my hips pressing up against him, the heat there sweltering. I can feel him against me, hard and throbbing just like I am.

The bastard slowly twists my nipple ring and pulls, then eases up only to slowly do it again. I fight the urge to moan until it feels like my throat is gonna burst and I let out a sharp mewling yelp of pleasure. His smirk is so damn smug it makes me want to punch him. He knows he won that match. His paw releases my wrists but he fixes me with a look that tells me not to move them. Both of his paws grips my belt and make short work of undoing it, pulling it free of my pants. He looks at it in his paws for a moment, slowly he looks up at me and I know I look a bit worried. He just snickers, tossing the belt aside.

Only a quick flick of the wrist and a tug later my fly is open, the tent in my light blue briefs is jutting out, its tip sporting a wet patch were pre has bleed through. He rumbles his approval and I moan as his big meaty paw curls around that tent squeezing tight. I'm up on my tippy toes while he's stroking me through my briefs, his eyes watching the way the contour of my briefs molds to my erection. He licks his lips and they curl mischievously upward as he looks me in the eye.

In an instant he's on his knees, his paws fluidly pulling my slacks and briefs down with him on the way. The move bends my shaft downward almost painfully with how unbelievably hard I am. It springs up like an ebony diving board after the divers taken the plunge, bouncing up and down with a throb. The silver hoop of my Prince Albert catches the light, moist as it is with pre and shines dully. My paws drop from their position near the top of the door frame and I hear deep growl of warning, nearly feeling it as dad's mouth hovers next to my exposed cock. I press my paws flat against the door on either side of me and he accepts the concession.

One big paw comes up to cup my tawny sack, his fingers curling around my orbs, tufts of blonde pubic fur sticking out between his fingers. We lions share a nice trait, lush amount of pubic fur. I can see his nose flare as he inhales the deep scent of my arousal, musky and distinctly male. There was no question about it; I was no nervous teenager anymore. I was an aroused and ready grown man. I shiver hearing the deep rumbling of his purr as his free paw closed around my ebony cock, thumb rubbing just beneath my uncut pierced cockhead. Another wonderful inheritance from dad, no sheath to speak of but I loved my foreskin.

His paw fully closed around my cock there's still nearly three inches jutting out above his grip. I'm just an inch or so short of dad's nine inch length and just a bit thinner than him as well, nothing to be ashamed of. He slowly pulls my foreskin back and grinds his thumb against the base of my pierced cockhead, pre smearing over his thumb. I bite my lower lip and groan deeply, shaking slightly as jolts of electricity shoot down my cock and up my spine. He loves teasing me, the piercings have only made it easier and more pleasurable. He manipulates my hooded tip slowly, peeling the foreskin back and then slowly up over my tip, slick with pre as he strokes me.

His paw slowly slips down to the base of my prick and squeezes making the veins stand out and pre dribble out of my cumslit. His paw on my heavy orbs gently pulls on them as he presses my cock against my abs and leans in with a flourish to drag his rough wet tongue up the underside of my shaft, sloppily licking up the pre gathered on it. There aren't really words for the sound I make, deep guttural and feral. The heat of his rough feline tongue scouring over the sensitive underside of my cock, slick and yet with enough friction to electrify my nerves, it's intense and amazing.

He eases back and pulls his tongue back in smacking his lips a bit at the flavor of my pre, looking up at me smirking, my panting maw hanging open. He does it again, slower. Taking his time lavishing his tongue over my shaft, letting it drag over my tip. And again, the bastard was torturing me. Tilting his head to angle his tongue differently, letting it curl around the side of my shaft, licking a previously unexplored area. My fingers curled, digging my claws into the wood of the door.

Dad doesn't let up, slow, deliberate, toes curling licks. Slowly my moans turn into whines until I'm whimpering, my nerves on fire and begging for more than a tease. His tongue crested my tip and he looks up at me, his lips curling into a shit eating grin as his eye brows raise slowly. I grit my teeth, narrowing my eyes in a glare at him. He snickers pulling my shaft out from against my body, turning his head and pressing his lips in a soft kiss against the base of my shaft. Slowly he starts to lick again, now along the side of my throbbing heavily leaking cock. The bastard wasn't gonna stop the torture till he heard what he was waiting for.

"Pl...please?" I whispered breathless and shuddering as his tongue curled to cup the side of my aching cock. He peaked up at me and purred, his lips close enough for me to feel the vibration against my shaft. His tongue started its slow devilish path up my shaft all over again. I tensed and growled out in my frustration, oh the dirty son of a bitch was enjoying this to much.

"Dad...daddy...." My voice broke softly as his tongue flicked roughly against my tip, a clear thin drip of pre falling to the floor.

"Daddy please....please." I begged softly, the sting to my pride outweighed by the look of lust he gave me. His paws shifted to my hips and gripped them tight, holding them steady. Our eyes stayed locked for a long moment before he moved in with purpose, his lips parting as he took me into his mouth in one smooth motion. His lips soft as silk as they descended over my tip hugging the sides office my shaft while the wet heat of his mouth enveloped my manhood. Those teasing purrs of his vibrated along my tool, sending waves up my body. My toes curled into the carpet.

He dipped lower slowly, inch by inch of thick ebony cock, disappearing into his maw as I watched. He stopped after the first five or so inches, closing his eyes and letting his tongue do the seeing for him. It rolled along the underside of my cock rubbing wonderfully, pushing the upper half against the roof of his mouth. He hollowed his cheeks with suction, I thought I saw stars exploding in front of my eyes. His paws held my hips firmly in place when I tried to push deeper to force more of my cock into his mouth.

He eased back, his lips curled over his teeth hugging tight to my shaft. He stopped before my tip left his maw, his lips tugging lightly on my prince albert before he descended again. My world narrowed to the feel of his mouth around me, the heat of his lips, and the roll of his tongue over my shaft, slick and slippery yet textured enough to cause incredible friction. His cheeks hollowed each time he pulled back, the lewd wet slurping noises that accompanied it made my ears twitch and my balls pull up inadvertently. My cock throbbed with rolling electric waves of sensation, my whole body starting to shiver and shake with each smooth bob of his head.

He started to twist and turn his head to different angles, working his lips in a corkscrew motion as he bobbed, moving deeper bit by bit onto my shaft. Then without any warning he made one long smooth dip, my tip pushing into his experienced throat, his lips kissing the base of my cock. Every muscle in my body drew tight, unable to stop myself my paws gripped at the back of his head. He didn't pull away; he held on firm and kept me hilted in his throat.

"Ooh god...da...daddy." My cock throbbed and pulsed in the confines of his throat as he slowly swallowed around me, throat muscles squeezing around my shaft expertly. He eased back slowly till my tip left his muzzle, he licked his lips slowly, grinning up at me.

"That good?" He asked, voice a bit hoarse no doubt from having a cock stretch his throat. I didn't have a response other than to nod, my paws no longer gripping his head but resting loose on his shoulders. His smile was genuine as he dipped down once more to take me into his mouth, letting his tongue tip trace my foreskin and tickle the sensitive bare head of my cock beneath before he dived down. I was treated to the feel of him swallowing me to the root again. He didn't linger there though, easing back to the tip and dipping down once more all the way to the base. He kept doing that, tip to base and back, not slow but not hurried, leisurely deepthroating my leaking prick.

He eased back and his lips slid off my tip with a soft wet pop. He looked up at me licking his lips slowly as he stands. Panting I meet his press as he kisses me and my mouth fills with the taste of his saliva mixed with my own cock and precum. He pulls back roughly and growls low.

"You're turn, now." There isn't any room for discussion and I don't hesitate to nod, I can feel his rock hard tent grind against my bare thigh before he pulls back. He doesn't wait for me to undress him, his tie flies across the room with a pull of his arm. I'm surprised the buttons of his shirt don't pop off with how quick he's pulling them open.

"Undo the buttons but leave the shirt on." I say to him as I follow suit undressing, stepping out of my pants and pulling off my socks, my shirt already fluttering to the ground. He grins as he unbuttons the cuffs of his shirt and then starts to undo his belt, leaving the shirt on.

"Leave your tie on." His voice his low and full of lust, I nod and watch as his paws push his slacks and underwear down. There's no denying him nude is a sight that I'll never stop admiring. His pecks are two thick mounds of muscle, a busy thatch of auburn fur in the middle that flows into a dense treasure trail down his hard brick like six pack abdominal muscles. His hips are slightly more slender than his shoulders, muscles defined enough to form a tight V curve leading to his groin. And following that auburn trail down brings you to a thick tower of ebony jutting up between hard thighs.

My eyes lock onto that spire of hard manhood, watching the way it bobs slightly with the ways its throbbing. A solid nine inches of uncut ebony lion meat, a line of pre steadily dripping from his very moist hooded cockhead. My mouth waters at the sight of him as he kicks his socks off. His shirt is just long enough that the dark blue fabric forms a frame around the sides of his dick and large tawny orbs in their nest of deep auburn pubic fur. He's magnificent. Like some greek god carved out of marble come to life. I could never get tired of looking at him, the way his chest puffs with each breath, the ripple of his abs, the hard mounds of his biceps, the graceful curve of his hips, the V of his taught groin, the slight curve of his meaty shaft, the tuft of auburn behind the cleft of his balls. A perfect specimen of all that is male.

Of course after a long moment my eyes wander slowly back to his face and I realize I must have been staring for longer than I thought. His lips are curled in an appreciative smile, I blush and chuckle apologetically. His paw lifts beckoning with one finger.

"Come here." His voice is low and soft, it's not a demand but I'm certainly not gonna say no. I move to him, silver hooped cock head leading the way. My paws press softly against his chest and his arms wrap around my shoulders, our lips meeting soon after. The kiss is softer but filled with need. His fingers trail up the back of my neck and take a gently hold there pulling me into the kiss. I can feel the heat of his shaft against my belly. I shift my hips until my cock meets his, they are slick and hot sandwiched between us. It's his turn to gasp softly moaning into my mouth.

He pulls back growling, his paw on my neck squeezes a bit as I feel him step back. I get the message and move down, kneeling in front of him to look up as cutely as I can. I'm at eye level with his thick cock, its ebony skin wet with his and my pre from out short frotting. His fingers slide through my short blonde mane and hair, a low growl rumbles above me. I get it, don't tease just please.

I push my palm flat against the underside of his cock lifting it up out of the way. I lean right in and start to drag my tongue over his heavy orbs, the heavy scent of his musk mixed with a little sweat and soap fills my nose. It's intoxicating, the way he shivers and lets out a grunt makes me want more. I lash my tongue up the cleft of his balls like a whip before I curve to the other side and roll it smoothly over his other orbs. His fingers curl in my hair almost pulling at it, but it's too short for that. My lips part pulling one heavy testicle in with a hard suck and work it over with my tongue.

I know he won't stand for it long so I don't push my luck. I ease back, pulling his cock back down to point his tip toward my face. He's panting softly, staring down at me. I look up at him, he likes it when I do, gently my lips slide over his broad tip as I look him in the eye. I can feel the shiver roll up his being while my lips push his foreskin back, his bare cockhead grinding against my tongue as my mouth accepts his thick tool. I make sure that his foreskin stays rolled back as I dip down lower, working my lips to the midpoint of his shaft in one go. I pull back sharply and roll his foreskin over the sensitive tip as I pull back. Getting to enjoy the spasm of pleasure as I roll the foreskin back once more with my lips as I dip down his shaft again.

"Uuhhhnnn...fuuuck." His voice sounds strained and ragged as I feel his thighs shake, I keep lavishing my rough tongue over his cock head, exposing it and covering it alternatively with his foreskin. He isn't the only one who can be an unrepentant tease. I rumble with a mouthful of his manhood looking up at him, he nearly snarls when I peel back his foreskin with my lips and curl my tongue along his glans licking roughly.

I only have a moment to bask in my revenge before his paw is gripping the back of my head tight, I catch the dangerous glint in his eyes. His strong paw pulls me down, more and more of his thick shaft pushing into my maw, his cock head finding the back of my throat.

"All of it." He roughly barks as he keeps pulling. I huff in a breath trying to relax, his paws pulling further, his thick tip pushing deeper, grinding down into my throat. It feels like much more than the few inches it is a he drags me down till my lips kiss the base of his broad cock, my nose nestled into his thick patch of auburn pubic fur. I've never been as good at this as him, I can't fight down the urge to gag for long. But he holds me down even when my throat muscles start to inadvertently convulse and squeeze, grinding harder making me gag more. It isn't until I slap his thigh that he relents letting me pull up coughing and panting for air.

"Good boy." He purrs caressing the back of my neck while I catch my breath. Looking up at him I glare for a moment, he just grins and chuckles. His paw pulls me forward softly and I get the message, leaning in to let him direct my mouth back onto his cock. This time he's in control though, holding me steady while his hips start to move. They roll slow and steady, feeding me his thick length of maleness. His other paw joins the first, holding either side of my head, biceps flexing lightly as he pulls a bit and thrusts a bit adding more depth to his thrusts.

I open my eyes to stare at the way his hips advance, watching his shaft as it slides smoothly forward into my muzzle, feeling his cock advance passed my lips. My eyes slowly turn up following that thick treasure trail up his body till I meet his eyes. His face is tense with pleasure, lip locked between his teeth, his eyes locked on mine. He's watching my face as he slowly and deliberately fucks my muzzle. He's holding himself back from going to hard, muscles drawn tight with the strain.

My paws grip his hips, when he pulls me forward onto his cock my arms tense and I pull myself deeper onto him. He gasps shivering at the feel of the entrance of my throat grinding against his tip. His pace doesn't falter as he pulls back and starts to move me back down onto his shaft. When he does I pull on his hips again, harder, forcing him deeper into my muzzle, nearly pushing him into my throat. His eyes go a little wide as he catches on to what I want from him. His lips curl a bit, I feel him really start to pull, his paws dragging me down deeper till he's sliding down my throat and my lips kiss the base of his cock. He doesn't hold me down though, easing back to let me pull up and drag in a breath of air before he's thrusting forward again and pushing me to deepthroat him to the root.

"Aww yeah that's my boy, swallow it." The heated moment has him so full of lust he's even talking dirty to me. My mouth fills with his salty sweet pre as it oozes over my tongue, my nose inhaling the deep rich scent of his musk as it's tickled with his pubic fur again and again. He makes steady deep thrusts, not letting himself lose control. His thick shaft pushes deep, muscles corded and tight with their strain to not use too much force. He feels like a tightly stretched rubber band about to snap under my paws as he drags me down again and again, panting above me. All I can do is focus on keeping my teeth tucked behind my lips and keep sucking, letting him have full control of the moment, submitting to his lust.

With a jerk he pulls free of my lips stumbling back a step, panting hard, saliva a pre dripping off his throbbing cock. I imagine I look a little surprised but he just grunts and grins through his panting.

"You....you deserve a treat for that." He says as he pulls open the nightstand draw to lift out a bottle of lube. He shows it to me before he tosses it over and I have to scramble to catch it. I look from it in my paw to him quizzically. He moves to the bed and climbs onto it, on his hands and knees, his gorgeous firm ass pointed toward me. His tail flags slowly as he looks over his shoulder at me.

"You saying no?" He says it with some force, making it clear this is a now before he changes his mind kinda deal. I sure as hell ain't saying no. I scramble up from my kneeling position onto the bed. His chuckle is deep and heartfelt. I'm behind him and staring at that beautiful round muscled rump, centered by his tight rosebud tailhole.

"Remember....I ain't a bottom so go heavy on the lube." I nod, opening the cap with a loud plastic crack.

"And Aaron...try to take it easy on your old man." His slight tone of worry makes my lips curl up evilly, I smirk at him nodding softly. Upending the bottle I pour a nice puddle of slippery lube onto three fingers and bring it up and between his cheeks, smearing it over his pucker. He jumps, hissing out in surprise.

"Stuffs cold as hell." He mumbles into the pillow. Not much I can do about it so I keep spreading the slippery stuff around his pucker before I pour a smaller amount onto just two digits and press them more firmly to his pucker. He knows I'm getting right to business, he adjusts his hips a bit to raise himself a little. I work the tip of my middle finger against his opening and he tenses as I press slowly, the pressure growing until after not too much longer my digit pushes past his pucker starting its slippery slide into him.

He may not be a bottom but he isn't a whimp either. He doesn't make a sound as he slowly exhales feeling my middle finger delving deeper into him. I've only had the pleasure of being in this position with him a dozen or so times over the years and it still amazes me how excited it makes me. The thought of dad letting me top him; feel his thickly corded muscles beneath me while I sink into his tight hot depths sends a shiver racing down my spine.

I work my middle finger slowly deeper, till the third knuckle is at his entrance. He lets out his first sound, a low groan as I curl my digit inside of him and drag it back out. I know what I'm looking for, that little magic pleasure button inside a man called the prostate. I make the same motion again, slowly, spreading the lube deep in him while I search for his prostate. On the fourth or fifth time I find it, a small nub about four inches into his hot tunnel. When I feel it under my finger tip I curl my knuckles to mash against it. Dad jolts gasping out a mewl, I can feel his walls tense up clenching around my digit.

"That's the ticket." I purr out as I slowly ease my digit back in deeper to drag it out, making sure to press and knead against his prostate. I get the same effect as before, he swears and growls low in his chest. I pull my digit back and add some more lube starting to press two fingers into him this time. He sucks in a breath but keeps himself under control as I push harder, working my index and middle finger into him at the same time. I know he can take it but he isn't used to bottoming so I know I have to work him open some before I can actually top him.

I keep that up, slowly making gains, working him into loosening up and keeping up the pleasure as well as I tease his prostate. His cock is still rigid between his thighs when I grip it starting to stroke him slowly. He grunts and growls as I start to tease him with the dual sensation of stroking him and kneading his prostate from inside. Rivulets of pre start to ooze from his tip, drizzling onto the bed beneath him. It isn't long before he snaps, head whipping around he growls at me.

"God damn it, Aaron, just fuck me before I bend you over the end of the bed myself." There's no small amount of satisfaction in hearing this from him.

"Alright alright, blame a guy for trying to be appreciative." I say as I ease my fingers from him and release his cock. He glares over his shoulder grumbling a bit as I pop the top of the lube again and slowly pour a thick line down the top of my ebony shaft. He watches as I stroke myself, spreading the lube around, my ebony cock shining bright in the light. I move into position behind him and grip his rump tight in my paws, spreading his cheeks to reveal that loosened wet pucker again. It looks so inviting, stretched and ready to be filled.

I press forward, shudder when my tip meets the heat of his pucker; it's a soft little kiss between them for a moment before I press in more. Dad closes his eyes tight preparing for what's to come. I refuse to close my eyes though. I want to see myself enter him. I push slowly, trying to be gentle about it. My tip slips and I end up hot dogging him for a moment before I pull back to line up, starting to push again. I slip off the mark. Damn it.

One of my paws closes on my base to guide my cock this time, no longer letting gravity do the work. Dad growls low as I hit the mark and push again, slowly harder, grinding into him, the pressure growing larger and larger. Just when I was worried I wasn't gonna be able to get him to open for me his hips shift pressing back and it happens. His tight tailstar parts, a world of inner heat surrounds my cockhead, peeling back my foreskin as I enter him, my prince albert dragging over his inner walls.

I gasp, holding my breath, hearing dad rumble low beneath me, his paws gripping the sheets as he tries to fight the urge to clench or move away. I can always tell he doesn't exactly like bottoming. He does it for me and I'm pretty sure only me actually. My paws grip his hips kneading them gently to help him relax. I keep pushing, slow, firm, unwavering. Breath pushing out of my lung in huffs and gasps. I watch myself sinking into him, the heat incredible, the tightness of his walls around me like a wet silk glove.

Before I realize it I'm half way in him. He's shuddering softly, chewing his lip but he starts to push back and I know he's worked through the initial pain of being taken. I close my eyes for the first time, leaning my head back letting out a long deep moan when he clenches down on me for the first time. He must like that sound of it before he grunts out a low "yeah" in response and pushes back a bit more.

My paws hold his hips as I press in and feel my hips meet his, my cock buried in him balls deep. I can feel his walls roll as they clench on me, he's panting softly. I lean over his back more, letting my weight rest more on him. I hold hilted and let him adjust, feeling him slowly relax in degrees. My paws stroke his back, kneading into strong muscles. When he starts to shift and feel like he's getting antsy I grip his hips again.

"Ready?" I ask in a husky whisper. He nods a sharp yes. That's all I need. My hips pull back slowly, I watch my thick ebony shaft ease out of him before I thrust back in to the hilt. It's slow and firm. Ease back and then push into him, hot inner tunnel hugging, squeezing, clenching around my cock. It doesn't take long for him to get into the rhythm of it, relaxing as I thrust deep, clenching as I pull back. He's milking my cock as I thrust in no time. My paws hold tight to his hips as I start to thrust harder, panting above him.

His moans rumble deep beneath me as I drive myself into him, our balls meeting with the force, slapping against one another. I grit my teeth, sweat dripping from my forehead and chest as my hips keep rocking back and forth, the old man pressing back to meet my thrusts. It's so incredible the feeling of being in him, hot, tight, squeezing my shaft each time my prince albert bumps into his prostate. I try to make that on each thrust, I can tell it's getting to him. There's a zebra stripe pattern of sticky pre painting the sheets between his legs as I rut myself into him.

I lean over him more, pressing my chest flush against his back, I keep my hips pumping, my thighs burning with the exertion of it. My arms wrap tight around him and I pant against the nape of his neck, drooling slightly. He presses back up against me, his strong arms holding my weight and flexing each time I thrust into him. The bed creaks bellow us as we rock in this sensual forbidden lust filled trance. I'm drooling pre into his tight ass each time I throb in him, my cock head drilling down at a different angle as I lay against his back, my dick pounding into his prostate with each inward thrust.

My paw finds his cock gripping him, he moans deep and I feel his inner tunnel clamp down tight around me when I start to stroke him. He isn't a bottom but he sure as hell seems to like it sometimes. I'm not about to complain as he pushes back against me and grunts out "harder." I oblige his request and start to thrust harder into him, slamming my cock into his hot tight ass.

He's panting hard after a few more minutes and my fur is drenched in sweat. I can feel it starting to build, the rolling tension in my groin moving upward, my abs clenching down tight. I press my face into his neck growling deep and bucking harder into him. He knows what I'm trying to say, he pushes his rump back up higher, telling me to go ahead and pound away.

I lick his neck softly in thanks as my hips do just that, thrusting faster, pumping hard, bludgeoning his sensitive prostate with my cock. I lose myself in the moment, giving over completely to the feel of being inside of him. He grunts and growls with the force of it but I don't slow or stop. I set my hips into a hard driving pace spearing into him deep with my cock. He clenches down around me with his hot inner walls and I can feel his cock pulse every time my pierced cockhead mashes against his pleasure button.

"Yo...you first." I snarl against his neck. He shakes his head no and pushes back against my thrusting.

"To...together." He pants out. I press my face against the side of his neck nodding. We're a panting sweating tangle of lion, as my hips find an ever harder pace pounding into him. He grunts pushing back growling deeply. I can feel him growing taught, tightening down around me. He's so close and I'm right there with him. I'm determined to be the second to cum despite agreeing to a draw, but it's gonna be a photo finish. My paw stroked him hard gripping like a vice, jerking up and down his length in rapid succession.

I feel it, his cock throbs seeming to grow thicker, his balls pulled tight against his body. That first hot thick milky shot of cum blasts up his length and out onto the bed beneath us. That's all I needed, that and the feel of his hot tunnel clamping down like a vice around me. I managed a few quick jackhammer thrusts more into him before my world exploded. My hips ground to a halt hilted in him as my cock erupted in white hot lightening, pumping my searing lion cum into him. There was ringing in my ears while electricity played over my shaft and it felt like my balls were in my throat they pulled up so tight against me, draining shot after shot of cum into his tight rump.

It seemed like it was never gonna end, like time had stopped in that moment of intense pleasure. Maybe I had died and this was heaven or something. But eventually it did stop, I took ragged breaths feeling dad shaking beneath me. My legs were like jelly, burning like they were on fire. It felt like running a marathon with no air. I slumped back slowly, my cock pulling from dad a bit roughly, he hissed and turned over as I collapsed onto my back panting. His eyes met mine and I mouthed an apology to him.

"Yeah well, you're riding my dick next time." He gruffed at me, I couldn't help but smirked and reach over to pat his chest.

"Give me twenty minutes and we'll see if we can make that happen." He gave me a sour look of exasperation and I shrugged.

"Maybe tomorrow before James comes home." He smirked wiggling his eyebrows and I quirked a brow. We both went quiet for a while, ending up with me lying against his side using a thick peck for a pillow, both of us purring softly. It was a nice way to unwind after that long and passionate session. I was nearly snoring when I heard him clear his throat. My eyes tipped up toward his face and he motioned for me to sit up more. I did, he paused for a moment like he was thinking.

"What would you think.... about.... bringing James into the bedroom with us?" His eyes were focused on my face, watching me closely. I couldn't hide the surprise even if I wanted to.