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Anthony looked up from his book when he heard the beep of the car horn in his driveway, and his Boerboel immediately jumped up from the couch to pace and bark in alarm.

"Calm--Tank!" Anthony raised his voice as he also rose from the soft cushions and pointed at the dog. "Calm down, boy, that's Evan! Do you wanna see Evan?"

Tank sat at the visual cue and his bark changed pitch--it was higher, more friendly, and welcoming.

"Good boy, we're gonna see Evan!" Anthony cooed as he tugged his shirt on--the stocky wolverine had been lounging comfortably in just his shorts while he'd been reading on the sofa. The car horn in the driveway beeped again; Anthony groaned as he stretched from the tips of his toes to his back, arms, and neck, then made for the front door with Tank following closely behind him.

When he opened the door, he saw the old, blue Honda Civic parked next to his white Subaru Crosstrek, and standing next to the Civic was a lanky wolverine who could've been a carbon copy of Anthony's big brother Adam, right down to the same markings on his cheeks and nappy fur styling on his head.

"Hey, there he is!" Anthony jogged over to his nephew and grabbed him for a tight hug.

"Hey Uncle--oof, Tonyyyy!" Evan wheezed as the older wolverine squeezed the air from his lungs.

Anthony chuckled and patted Evan on the back before he released him--meanwhile, Tank had been barking and excitedly circling the both of them, trying to get his turn with the visitor. When the two wolverines parted, Tank immediately jumped up to lick Evan's face.

"Hey, Tank! Yes, yes, I missed you, too!" Evan laughed as he playfully fended off the large dog--the Boerboel practically mauled him with kisses. "Alright, alright, down boy."

Tank settled down and stuck his face in Evan's crotch while the boy scratched his ears.

"How was the drive up?" Anthony asked.

"Not too bad. Had a little traffic around Hillden, but otherwise pretty smooth," Evan replied.

"Yeah, Hillden and Elyria, those are the two bottlenecks--your parents aren't going to like them when they come visit you," Anthony chuckled.

"They wouldn't like going anywhere to visit me, they'd still want me at home," Evan joked as he rubbed Tank's head and patted shoulders, and the dog leaned further into him.

"Well, little Ev's gotta leave the nest for college sometime, right?" Anthony nodded at the Civic. "Let's get your stuff inside, huh? And I've got dinner on the way."

"Pizza?" Evan asked hopefully as he opened the passenger door to pull out his suitcase and backpack.

"Pizza!"

"Oh hell yeah!"

The two wolverines and the Boerboel trooped back into the house; Anthony gave his nephew a quick tour of the three bedrooms, two bathrooms, powder room, and basement, before Evan deposited his luggage in one of the guest rooms down the hall from the master suite--Tank made himself at home on the freshly-laundered sheets of Evan's bed before Anthony chased him off. They then regrouped in the kitchen to wait for their pizza delivery and begin strategizing the next four days; Anthony was in town for a long weekend to visit universities in the area before he decided which to attend in the fall.

"So you've been accepted to..." Anthony started as he sat at the table in the breakfast nook.

"Grafton Bay, Lakewood State, and Remery," Evan rattled off as he took his seat next to his uncle. "And I'm on the waitlist for Grafton Tech, but I don't think their chemistry program has what I'm looking for."

"And what are you looking for?"

"Something with a good chemical engineering angle," Evan replied. "Plus it sounds like Grafton Bay and Lakewood have a bunch of alums who help with job placement, so those two might be my best shots at something good after college."

"Well, then it sounds like those two are gonna be the ones to look at first," Anthony mused. He sat back in his chair, thinking. "Maybe let's use tomorrow to tour around GBU first? I can also show you around some of the hotspots for students, like the coffee shops and bars...not that you'll be drinking until you're legal for it, right?"

"Oh sure, no crazy parties or epic bar nights or anything like that," Evan said sarcastically.

A soft bell chimed and Anthony's ears flicked at the familiar notification tone that came from the phone in his nephew's shorts, but he decided to hold off on saying anything.

"Then on Saturday we can check out Lakewood; their campus has a little more sprawl to it, so we'll probably make a day out of it. And then we could probably knock out Remery in a few hours on Sunday if you still want to take a look at them."

"Sounds like a good plan to me!"

Evan's phone chimed again.

"Should I let you get that?" Anthony winked.

"What can I say, I'm popular," Evan joked. Though before he reached into his pocket, his eyes darted to the window as a car with a sign on the roof pulled up at the end of the driveway. "Oh, look who's here!"

"Guess that's my cue," Anthony chuckled as he stood from the table. He grabbed his wallet and said, "Be right back," before he trotted out the door, leaving Evan and Tank in the kitchen.

When Anthony returned, ferrying the extra-large pizza in its box, he saw Evan still sitting with his back to the door, but he noticed that one of his nephew's hands was under the table. Over Evan's shoulder, Anthony glimpsed the younger wolverine's other hand scrolling through a social profile headed by a photo of a very familiar, black-and-white striped, muscular, shirtless tegu. Anthony grinned to himself as he recognized the app his nephew was using, and he mentally thanked himself for switching his own profile offline before Evan came to visit.

"Alrighty, we've got plenty of meat on the pizza, come and get it!" Anthony called nonchalantly.

Evan, startled, slammed his phone face-down on the table and immediately turned in his chair. "Oh, sweet! Pepperoni?"

After an evening of pizza and apple pie with ice cream, and a breakfast of bagels, coffee, and eggs, Anthony and Evan spent the following day touring around Grafton Bay University' and its surrounding community. They walked GBU's campus from top to bottom and back again--the two wolverines ducked in and out of any open buildings they could get into, scoped out the student center and athletics complex, swung through the university bookstore, and even briefly tagged along with a prospective student tour group to eavesdrop on some of the university's history and traditions. As they continued their solo tour, Anthony made a point of offhandedly noting where some of the gay-friendly bars and student hangout spots were in relation to the campus, but Evan had seemed more interested in the university's chemistry department: His eyes had been wide with wonder as he and his uncle managed to sneak into one of the empty labs, and Anthony couldn't help but take pride in how enthusiastic his nephew was.

By the time late afternoon rolled around, Anthony and Evan had circled back to where they started, both dead on their feet.

"Anything else you'd like to see while we're here?" Anthony asked.

"I think I got a pretty good lay of the land," Evan conceded before he yawned. "Oh man, I think I need something to wake me up a little before we go back home, though."

Anthony nodded and pointed at the coffeeshop just across the street from where they stood. "Do you want to grab something at Café Fatigué?"

The two of them ambled over to the small café and Anthony ordered a dark roast for himself and an Earl Grey tea for Evan while his nephew secured a table next to the bay window that looked out on GBU's campus.

"So, what'd you think?" Anthony asked as he handed the hot cup of tea to Evan.

The younger wolverine took a sip and blissfully closed his eyes. "Oh, that's what I need." He looked at his uncle again and grinned. "I really liked it! After everything we saw today, I don't know if I even want to check out the other places. I did a lot of research online before I came, and I just really, really loved everything I saw around here--I think I can see myself here for school. I mean, Grafton's really my first choice."

"So it ticked all the boxes for you?" Anthony asked over the rim of his own coffee cup.

Evan nodded after another sip of tea. "The chemistry department's everything I thought it'd be and more, the campus is great, everyone seems really friendly, it's not too far from you, there's a great off-campus vibe...really, I think the only thing that's going to be tricky about it is tuition."

"You're getting a scholarship, though, right?"

"Yeah, but there's still a lot leftover to pay for," Evan lamented. "My dad said he's also going to chip in, but I think he kind of wants me to get a job while I'm here, too...work to support myself along the way."

Just as he finished speaking, Evan's phone chimed in his pocket. Anthony recognized the tone as the same one from the app last night, but he held off on saying anything about it. Instead, he carried forward with, "Any thoughts on what you'd do?"

Evan shook his head. "Maybe something on campus, like a tutor or something...or maybe I'll just, like, say 'fuck it' and make porn or something. People make pretty good money doing that, right?"

Anthony laughed as Evan took another sip of tea. "I'm sure your dad wouldn't be too disappointed in you if you went that route."

Evan sighed and pulled out his phone--he angled the screen away from Anthony, but the older wolverine had a decent idea of what his nephew was looking at, and it came as no surprise to him when Evan said, "Well, probably not going to figure it out today. My head's got enough in it just from what we saw. Think I'm just beat."

Playing into where Evan was leading him, Anthony casually asked, "Ready to call it a day and go home?"

"Yeah, I think so. Might take a nap or something before dinner."

It had been a few hours since they'd returned to the house. The sun had begun to sink below the horizon, Evan had retreated to his room, and Anthony had taken Tank for a walk before retiring to his own room with the Boerboel. The older wolverine was laying in bed with Tank at his feet--the dog had been lapping at his toes and soles for so long that Anthony was sure his pads were starting to prune up, but the wolverine didn't mind; Tank, as such a high energy dog, always found this particular activity soothing for himself, and Anthony always enjoyed the sensation and how it got his shorts tenting, which would inevitably lead to other activities.

Anthony checked his watch--surely Evan had had enough time for his own activities? Plus they still needed to figure out dinner.

He sighed and gently pressed his left foot against Tank's face while the dog continued licking his right. "What do you think, boy? Should we see if he's done?"

Tank paused, his tongue still out and dripping drool on Anthony's foot. The wolverine chuckled and wiggled his paw against the tongue before sitting up and heaving himself off the bed--Tank immediately followed, jumping to the floor and letting Anthony (who had forgotten to put his shirt back on) lead the way down the hall.

A light rustling sounded behind the guest room door--Anthony figured that Evan was moving something around or rummaging in his bags.

"Hey, Ev?" Anthony called as he knocked on the door.

The rustling stopped, and there was a pause.

"Yeah?" he heard his nephew tentatively reply.

Anthony put his hand on the doorknob and twisted it. "Wanted to check in about dinner," he started as he began to push through the door. "I was thinking Chinese, but what did you..."

Anthony trailed off as he opened the door and his brain processed the scene in front of him: Evan, completely nude, lay on his back with his legs spread and hooked around the hips of the equally nude black-and-white tegu who loomed over him; the two of them on the bed stared, mouths agape, at Anthony.

"...have in mind," the older wolverine finished as he kept gawking--he realized that the tegu's hips were settled firmly against Evan's ass, meaning that the lizard was still fully inside his nephew. "Well...hi, Flynn."

The tegu swallowed and cleared his throat before he laughed sheepishly. "Um...hi, Mr. Crawford."

"I think we're well past that, Mr. Rigoni," Anthony grinned. "Tony's fine. And I take it you've met my nephew Evan?"

By this point, Evan had squeezed his eyes shut and buried his face in his hands. "Oh god," he groaned under his breath.

Flynn looked from uncle to nephew and back again. "I...I should probably go, shouldn't I." It wasn't a question.

"Might be for the best, at least for now," Anthony noted sympathetically.

Avoiding eye contact, the tegu gently pulled back from Evan's ass, withdrawing his already-softening, blue, lube and pre-slicked cock. The younger wolverine released Flynn from his legs--Evan now lay flat on the bed with his head propped up by the pillows while Flynn hastily tugged on his underwear, gathered his shorts and t-shirt, and ducked out of the open window and into the shrubbery growing below it.

"And let me know if next weekend works for you!" Anthony called.

"Oh...sure thing!" Flynn replied from beyond the window. Anthony and Evan listened to the tegu shuffling around amid the branches and leaves for a few moments before he finally departed, leaving Anthony and Evan in silence for a full minute.

"So...you...I..." Evan began, but he couldn't even form a full sentence.

Anthony sighed and plopped himself on the bed next to Evan's legs; his nephew curled them up against himself, making more space on the mattress between he and his uncle as he also hid his still-erect cock from view. Evan finally looked at Anthony again over the tops of his knees. Meanwhile, Tank sat obediently by the door, looking in at the two of them.

"I should explain," Anthony started. "I've fucked Flynn, and been fucked by him...numerous times."

He left it simply at that and looked at Evan, patiently waiting. A car drove by, the sound filling the empty space before it faded.

"So...are you...actually...gay?" Evan eventually asked.

Anthony nodded.

Evan closed his eyes and exhaled deeply, as if in relief and exhilaration.

"I've...also known about you for a while," Anthony took up. Evan stared at him, his eyebrows raised. "Your dad figured it out a couple years back and told me."

Evan groaned and scratched his head, running his hands through his fur. "Ah, shit."

Imagining what was going through his nephew's mind, Anthony quickly added, "He's happy for you, Ev. He doesn't mind, he loves you just the way you are. We all do. We're all with you. We're always going to be here for you, no matter what."

The younger wolverine looked up at his uncle. "Really?"

Anthony scooted closer, but still allowed for some space between the two of them. "Really. Evan, you can tell me anything, I'll still love you. And so will your parents...you just haven't told them yet, have you?"

Evan shook his head. "I was...planning to tell them before I left for college in the fall. I kinda figured if it's like, starting a new chapter, I wanna start being more open with them."

Anthony nodded understandingly.

"I...was also planning on telling you...during this trip," Evan admitted. "This just...wasn't the way I'd imagined doing it."

Anthony laughed, shaking the mattress. "Well, I can think of more subtle ways than hooking up with one of your uncle's neighbors while staying at his house. But it was definitely memorable!"

Evan grimaced. "Well, there's something else to make it more memorable."

Anthony cocked his head and looked around. "There's not a big rainbow cake or a drag queen waiting somewhere, is there?"

The younger wolverine chuckled. "No, there's not...although..."

Anthony waited for a moment as Evan trailed off, but his nephew seemed unable to get over the hurdle. He gently took up, "Ev, whatever it is, it's okay. Like I said, you can tell me anything, I'm always going to love you, no matter what. And anything you say can stay just between us if you want."

Evan took a deep, steadying breath, then untucked his legs and sat up with them legs crossed in front of him; he rested his hands on his thighs, but clenched his fists, clearly showing the effort of the buildup to what he wanted to say. He looked down at his open lap and exposed cock, which, though it had begun to flag to one side, was still semi-engorged out of his sheath.

"I'd been hoping and dreaming about you being...like me," Evan began, his voice soft. "A few days before I came up here, I looked around on one of the hookup apps just to scope out the area; I thought it'd be cool to find someone to fool around with while I was here. But..."

Evan trailed off. Anthony waited and watched as his nephew cleared his throat and continued, "But I thought I saw you on there."

Anthony felt his pulse quicken. "On CatchMe?"

Evan nodded. "I was so sure it was you--the profile sounded like you, and your pictures...but there was part of me that just thought it couldn't be you, though, that there was no way. And then when I got here and started looking again, I didn't see you, so I thought I'd imagined the whole thing. But I still hoped and wanted..."

Evan looked up at Anthony--the two wolverines watched each other, their chests rising and falling faster as they paused in the tension.

"Uncle..." Evan started--his eyes were wide, full of fear, of hope, of longing, of lust. He visibly trembled as he cleared his throat and tried again. "Uncle Tony...I love you."

Anthony's stomach dropped--he heard the words, but it was as if his brain hadn't caught up to his ears. Dumbstruck, Anthony could only stare at his nephew.

Evan took the silence as a prompt to nervously continue, "I mean...I love you, like family...but for a while, I've had--and still got a...uhm...crush. On you."

Anthony blinked, and he fully absorbed what Evan was saying. He coughed, but before he could respond, Evan quickly said, "I can go if you want me to, though, or if it's too weird, I know this is a lot, and it's no trouble for me to leave and--"

Anthony reached over and laid a hand on Evan's exposed thigh, cutting him off--he could feel the leg shaking under his fingers. "Ev, it's okay."

Evan's eyes met his, and Anthony repeated, "It's okay."

His nephew seemed to slump in on himself, as if unburdening himself had let him remove a physical weight. "I..."

Before he could continue, Anthony crawled forward and pulled Evan into a tight hug, cradling still-trembling, leaner form against his own stocky bulk.

"It's okay, honest," Anthony said again soothingly into Evan's ear. "I don't mind..."

Evan took a few calming breaths, huffing into his uncle's shoulder, and soon his trembling slowed and came to a stop. "You mean it?"

Anthony nodded, his head rubbing against Evan's. "You can't help it that you're attracted to a stud like me, it's only natural," he joked.

Evan choked out a laugh. "What can I say? For a while I've been thinking of you as my hot Uncle Tony," he quipped. Evan sighed and leaned his head further against Anthony's shoulder. His tone sounded weary as he continued, "It's been hard to keep that secret."

Anthony stroked the back of his nephew's head. "You don't have to have any secrets from me, Ev. So you've got a crush on me. That's not going to change how much I care about you."

The two wolverines slowly rocked back and forth in their embrace on the bed, simply taking comfort in their contact and how it strengthened their bond, with the naked, younger wolverine reveling in the warm, bear-like hug from his shirtless uncle. Anthony could feel the rise and fall of Evan's back against his arms as he breathed, and Evan heard the soothing rhythm of his uncle's heart through his chest, a calm drumbeat that encouraged his muscles to relax.

"I wanted to tell you for so long," Evan eventually revealed. His hand absently stroked over Anthony's arm. "Just to tell you...to get it off my chest. We...we don't have to do anything, though."

Anthony smiled, and he let his hands settle around Evan's shoulder and onto his lower back. "Well, seeing as I interrupted you and Flyn earlier...I'd be open to doing something with you...to help out."

Evan's breath caught and his ears perked, not believing what he just heard.

"If you want to, that is," Anthony added.

Evan pushed himself away slightly, still allowing his uncle's arms to wrap around him, but with just enough room to look him in the eye.

"I do want to...if you're okay with it," Evan replied slowly, watching Anthony's face intently.

The older wolverine smiled, his expression sincere. "Anything goes, Ev. Just between us. Whatever you like."

Evan paused, but Anthony simply watched him with that same, warm smile on his face. Tentatively, Evan leaned his head forward until his muzzle brushed up against Anthony's. His lips hesitantly sought out those of his uncle's--Anthony met his nephew in a kiss that electrified the both of them. His thick, warm lips engulfed Evan's, and their muzzles pressed up against each other, forcing their mouths open wider and allowing their tongues to explore their cavernous maws. Evan experimentally rolled his tongue across Anthony's teeth before Anthony domineeringly pushed his tongue into his nephew's mouth--purely on instinct, Evan sucked on his uncle's tongue and wrapped his own tongue around it, caressing the warm, wet muscle as he suckled. Hot breath passed back and forth between them, and Evan, light-headed, moaned softly as his hands moved on their own to traverse his uncle's dense fur; his fingers raked across Anthony's shoulders and over his back, while Anthony used one hand to firmly hold the back of his nephew's head in place and his other paw slid down the side of Evan's abdomen. Evan's hands rose to caress his uncle's face, but the younger wolverine squirmed lightly at the sensation of Anthony's fingers tracing along his waist.

Anthony briefly broke the kiss, panting as he asked, "Got a little tickle spot there, Ev?"

"Maybe...a little one," Evan breathlessly murmured back, interspersing his words with a smooch.

Anthony moved his hand lower and slowly, tantalizingly wrapped it around Evan's stiff erection. "And what about this spot? Ticklish?"

Evan groaned and gently bucked up into his uncle's warm hand. "Just right," he breathed.

Anthony took his time to softly pump his hand up and down along the throbbing shaft he held, applying a few delicate squeezes as he went. Evan, meanwhile, moved from kissing his uncle on the mouth to licking and planting kisses along his chin, neck, and shoulders. His hands roamed from Anthony's torso to his groin, and dipped into his waistband, wedging themselves between his shorts and his fur and gently scratching at the tops of his thighs. Anthony moaned at the treatment and felt his nephew push his hands further, brushing up against his plump, furred balls and his own cock that had risen to full attention.

"Fuck, that's good, Ev," Anthony whispered as he continued stroking the warm dick in his hand.

"Mmmm...Uncle Tony..."

Anthony leaned forward, cradling Evan in his arms as they both settled further on the bed, with Anthony holding himself up over his nephew. The two of them met for another kiss, and Anthony kept his lips connected to Evan's as he released his nephew's head and cock--his hands went for his shorts, which he pulled down and shuffled out of, while Evan's own hands rubbed over his uncle's chest and stomach that hung over him.

Anthony's shorts went to the floor, leaving both wolverines clad only in their fur, as Tank continued to stand sentry by the door. Anthony ran his hands down Evan's neck, pecs, abdomen, sides, and waist, before they settled on either side of the teen's hips. The older wolverine soon broke the kiss again and smiled down at Evan before shifting his frame lower so his head was level with his nephew's cock. Anthony opened his mouth and pushed a puff of hot air from his jaws to bathe the sensitive skin in his humid breath.

"Oh, fuuuuuck," Evan moaned.

"Do you like that?" Anthony asked, already knowing the answer as he sank his head lower and rubbed his chin across Evan's cockhead. His nephew's hips flexed, his nerves alight at the sensation.

"Oh yeah."

Anthony smirked as he kept rubbing Evan's dick with his chin. "And this?"

Before Evan could answer, Anthony opened his mouth and rolled his tongue out to lick his cock, then engulfed it in his mouth, taking his nephew to the base and pushing his member into his throat.

"Oh my gooooood...fuck, Uncle Tony, that's soooo..." Evan couldn't even finish as he groaned--the boy arched his back up from the bed, but Anthony raised a hand and placed it on his stomach, then firmly pressed down, forcing his nephew back onto the mattress.

Anthony bobbed his head up and down and swirled his tongue in circles on Evan's cock before wrapping his tongue around it, then sucking and creating a strong vacuum--he felt Evan pulse hard against his tongue and palate, almost making his glans flare. With his free hand, Anthony cupped Evan's balls and rolled them between his fingers, stimulating the orbs to churn more pre, which he teasingly licked up from Evan's urethra as it oozed out.

Evan gripped the bedsheets as his mind came to terms with what his body was experiencing--here he was, at last receiving a blowjob from his uncle whom he had fantasized about more times than he could count. He couldn't stop himself from grinning like a loon and moaning intermittently as Anthony took him to new heights of oral pleasure. After 10 minutes of this treatment, he could start to feel that familiar fluttering warmth welling up in his loins, and it took considerable effort for Evan to push his mind back to all the things he had imagined--there was something more to his fantasies that he wanted even more than just his uncle sucking him off.

"Oooh...uhm, Uncle Tony...wait."

Anthony eased up and released Evan's cock with a soft pop--he kissed the tip of it and looked up at his nephew. "Doing okay, Ev?"

"Uh-huh, you were getting me close," Evan said as he pulled himself back to sit up. "Actually, would you...fuck me?"

Anthony sat up on his knees. "You sure?"

Evan nodded. "I really want you in me...kinda need you in me, actually," he confessed, hoping he didn't sound too desperate.

His uncle chuckled. "Happy to help out there, Ev. How do you want to do this?"

At Evan's direction, the two of them positioned themselves on the bed so they were both up on their knees, with Evan--his short, bushy tail raised--leaning back against Anthony. The younger wolverine grunted softly in pleasure as his uncle fingered his hole and slicked it up with the lube from his backpack.

"Ready for me, Ev?" Anthony asked as he liberally dribbled the clear, viscous fluid on his own thick cock and rubbed it around for an even coating.

"Yep, go ahead," Evan replied; he reached behind him to spread his cheeks and crouched slightly for a better access angle.

"Aw yeah, that's beautiful," Anthony mused. He placed one bracing hand on Evan's shoulder and used his other to line up his cock with the tender hole that gaped and winked at him. With a shift of his hips, his cockhead rested against the opening.

"Alright, here..." Anthony started to push.

"....we...." The tip squeezed past Evan's hole and into him, followed by another inch of thick meat.

"...go." Evan moaned loudly as his uncle penetrated him--he released his cheeks and pushed back against Anthony, impaling himself on his cock. When he felt his rump connect with Anthony's hips, he straightened up and leaned back against the older wolverine's stomach and chest.

Anthony's hands encircled Evan's torso, going from shoulder to hip in a tight embrace as he kissed the side of his nephew's neck. Evan moaned again as Anthony, his voice hushed, murmured, "Good...Just like that, Ev, let it all in...Feel that meaty cock completely inside you...I'm here now, I got you...Uncle Tony's got you."

Evan could do nothing but raise his arms to wrap them around Anthony's neck and continue moaning in ecstasy; his uncle began to pull back until he was halfway out, then slowly thrust back in, his cock gliding into Evan's slick hole with ease.

"Mmm, that's amazing...you're a natural, Ev," Anthony rumbled in Evan's ear as his hips met the younger wolverine's ass and his balls collided against his nephew's. He thrust again and continued, "You've got a perfectly breedable hole."

"Aaah fuck..." Evan groaned.

"That's what I'm doing, Ev," Anthony snickered before he picked up the pace and used his right hand to start jerking off Evan while his left caressed the boy's chest and pinched his nipples.

The two of them kept at it for a while as the sun continued to set, with dusky, orange light streaming through the window, bathing the two wolverines in twilight. Evan's insides hugged Anthony's cock tightly, the folds of soft muscle rippling over the shaft of sensitive skin, nerves, and tissue with a repetitive wet schlp, schlp, schlp sound, while Anthony's pelvis and balls swung back and forth against Evan's with a plap, plap, plap. The two of them kissed before Anthony bit down on Evan's shoulder as he humped, his hips gyrating faster and faster. Evan couldn't stop himself from humping his uncle's hand--Anthony vigorously pumped his cock and hit his nephew's balls from the front with each stroke. Soon the two were snarling at each other, animalistically goading each other to keep going, for Anthony to fuck harder and for Evan to take more punishment. Snarls developed into dirty talk as Anthony energetically mounted his nephew over and over again.

"Oh fuck yeah, breed me, Uncle Tony!" Evan cried out.

"Mmmm, you want my load in you kiddo?" Anthony grunted, his fingers on Evan's chest clenching one of his pecs.

"Yeah...fuckin' fill me up...please, Uncle Tony...cum in me..."

It didn't take long for talk like that, in addition to Evan's hole clenching around his cock, to get Anthony closer to the brink.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck, Ev..."

In a fit of primal lust, Anthony pushed Evan onto his hands and leaned over him, locking his hands around his chest as his hips pumped almost automatically. Under normal circumstances, Evan probably wouldn't have been able to support his uncle's weight, but at this point he didn't even care; he loved every second of having the sweaty, bulky, horned-up wolverine on top of him as he madly humped his ass.

"Come on, Uncle Tony...breed my hole...put that load in me..."

"Oh fuck...you want it in you, Ev?"

"Uh-huh."

"Get ready, kiddo...oh fuck...ohUUUNNH!" Anthony snarled in Evan's ear as he humped again, again, and hilted himself completely in the young wolverine's ass, his cock pulsing as it shot rope after rope of cum.

Anthony panted and shuddered as he rode the crest of his orgasm and deposited his seed into Evan. When it eventually passed, he slumped to the side, taking Evan down with him so he spooned his nephew and they faced the doorway, where Tank still sat, having stood guard as the two two wolverines had fucked. Anthony and Evan breathed heavily as they lay on the bed, taking their time to recover.

"Fuck, that was good," Evan said at last after he caught his breath.

"Yeah? Everything you hoped it would be?" Anthony chuckled.

"Oh yeah...best uncle ever," Evan answered.

"Aw shucks." Anthony ruffled the fur on his nephew's head. He renewed his embrace around Evan's chest and snuggled him closer. "Glad I could deliver."

"Well, almost," Evan clarified.

"Oh? What could've been better?" Anthony asked.

"Oh, no, everything was great...perfect, except I didn't...get off," Evan explained, a little abashed as he looked down at his stiff arousal.

"Yeah?"

Almost as if on cue, Tank barked. Both Anthony and Evan lifted their heads to get a better look at the Boerboel, whose own cock had started to emerge from his sheath.

"Well, I know someone who'd love to help you out," Anthony took up. "If you're interested."

Evan looked from Tank to Anthony, and then he put it together. "Wait, you mean...you trained Tank to..."

Anthony grinned sheepishly now. "Well, he enjoys it...and I'd be lying if I said I didn't like it, too."

Evan chuckled, then playfully clenched his hole around Anthony's cock, which was still inside. "Well, let's see what he can do."

"Yeah? Alright, I think you'll enjoy it," Anthony said, patting Evan's side. "Here, clench up again."

As Anthony felt Evan tighten his hole again, he pulled out his still semi-erect cock, which dripped semen, then he positioned himself and Anthony so they both lay on their backs instead of spooning. "Alright boy, playtime!" he called.

Tank immediately sprang from his position by the door and hopped up on the bed to stand over the two wolverines. The giant Boerboel first sniffed and licked up their legs before turning his attention to Anthony's cock--his wide, moist tongue lapped at it, sopping up the traces of cum and flavor of Evan's ass.

"He's gonna get a taste of the two of us first," Anthony groaned as he and Evan watched Tank work--after a few moments, Anthony's cock was spotless, and Tank sniffed at it further before following the scent trail to push his nose up against Evan's hole.

"Go ahead and open up, he'll clean you out," Anthony told his nephew.

No sooner did Evan unclench his hole than Tank lapped at the rim and started flopping his tongue enough to get inside. The Boerboel's large snout pressed up against Evan's ass as the dog unfurled his tongue to lap deeper and deeper into the wolverine's rectum.

"Oh fuuuuck," Evan moaned as he felt Tank lick over every inch he could reach. His cock jumped and twitched, and he watched the canine settle down between his legs--the warm muscle curled and flopped, reaching into crevices that Evan imagined had been loaded up with his uncle's cum. Indeed, every time he saw Tank withdraw his tongue, he saw the dog snap up flecks and strands of translucent white fluid that he knew was more than just frothy drool--Tank was felching him, getting deep into him for Anthony's seed. "You...you taught him how to do this?"

Anthony nodded. "He really took to it, too. He loves eating his own out of me and mine out of anybody else. I bet we could get him used to eating yours out of me, if you like."

Evan groaned as the dog kept up his ministrations. "Maybe--oof--maybe sometime down the road...this is...heavenly."

"Yeah?" Anthony asked. He shook his head to himself. "You know, I never would've figured you as someone who liked this kind of stuff."

Evan bucked his hips up, allowing Tank to scoot closer and angle his tongue deeper. "Oh, I had my times with Rocky back home."

Anthony thought back to his brother's English Mastiff, imagining just what Evan would've gotten up to with him. "Now that would've been fun to watch," he snickered.

Eventually, the Boerboel finished felching Anthony's cum out of Evan, as he began licking up only clear strands of his own saliva. Without even a command from Anthony, Tank stood and walked over Evan to position himself so his head hung down over the wolverine's erection, while his own cock, which had begun to droop further out of his sheath, dangled above Evan's face.

"Oh, now that's nice," Evan mused as Tank lowered his head and began lapping at the teen's cock. The wide tongue flexed expertly around his shaft, and the occasional light brush of fangs against flesh made the experience all the more tantalizing and erotic for him.

"You gonna help him out, too?" Anthony asked, nodding at Tank's member--a bulge was starting to form in the sheath as the dog's knot had begun to inflate.

Evan didn't need telling twice. He propped himself up on his elbows and sucked the upper half of Tank's cock into his mouth, feeling the hose-like tip give way to the shaft that subtly bulged outwards as it slid against his tongue. Tank, meanwhile, seemed to double his efforts, picking up the pace of his licking. He lapped from base to tip and side to side, his hot breath and drool coating Evan's crotch, and he seemed to pay special attention to mopping up the pre that beaded out of Evan's urethra. At one point, Evan looked down to see thin ropes of dog drool and pre connecting his cock to Tank's muzzle, and his cock pulsed hard at the sight while he resumed sucking off his uncle's dog.

Anthony enjoyed the show for a few minutes, lazily stroking his cock as he watched. He couldn't describe how, on some deeply perverted level, so gratifying it was to see his dog servicing his nephew, and his nephew servicing his dog. Even though he had drained his balls in Evan only a little earlier, he was feeling the urge to fill a hole again, just to warm his cock--he didn't necessarily need to breed again. And fortunately there was a hole available.

"Here, budge up, Tank," Anthony murmured. He got on his knees and positioned himself so he was behind the Boerboel, with his legs resting just above Evan's shoulders--this gave Evan a front row seat to watch his Uncle Tony raise Tank's tail, line up his cock with the canine's ass, and slowly push it in to the hilt as Tank whined in clear pleasure. The knot in Tank's sheath inflated even more and his cock bobbed in Evan's mouth.

Anthony kept his cock lodged inside the Boerboel's rectum, but he used his hands to softly stroke the exposed parts of Tank's erection that didn't covered by Evan's tonge. He then moved his fingers up to where the sheath was stretched taut over Tank's knot. He tickled the sensitive fur and skin, and Tank lurched back and forth, as if humping down into Evan's snout.

"Oh, he's getting close, probably ready to pop soon," Anthony noted. "How about you, Ev?"

"Mmmhmm," Evan moaned--he bucked up against Tank's muzzle as the canine lapped further around his cock and balls.

"Well, let's see if we can get you both to shoot at the same time," Anthony said. "Try to lean up more, and get your mouth ready."

Evan did as he was told, shuffling his elbows on the mattress to get more of Tank's cock in his mouth, to the point where his nose bumped up against Anthony's fingers.

"Alright, count of three, I'm going to get his knot out and into your mouth--clamp down behind it if you can, okay?" Anthony instructed. "One...two...three!"

In an instant, Anthony yanked back on Tank's sheath, exposing the red, fully swollen dog knot--Tank's hips surged forward and Evan pushed his head further up, both of which enveloped the entirety of Tank's cock into the young wolverine's mouth. The head sank into Evan's throat while he kept his lips wrapped around his teeth and clamped his jaws around the root of the canine's erection, Evan's cheeks ballooned out from the sheer size of Tank's knot. The wolverine gagged and moaned as Tank's cock pulsed and hot dog semen spewed out of it to paint his throat; he swallowed as much as he could while the torrential gush of cum backed up in his mouth and nasal cavity, and overflowing seed dripped from his lips and nose.

As Tank kept pumping his hips--making both Evan's head move with his cock and Anthony's waist move with his ass--he sank his muzzle completely around Evan's cock and gently bit down around the base of it as his tongue writhed and wrapped around the shaft. Evan didn't stand a chance: The wolverine groaned and gagged around the cock and copious amounts of cum in his mouth as his muscles spasmed and he fired his own load into Tank's maw. The dog kept licking as salvo upon salvo of cum landed on his tongue, and he instinctively swallowed the salty and sweet treat.

"Good boy," Anthony crooned as he patted Tank's back. "Very good boy!"

Within moments, the crescendos of both orgasms began to dwindle, and Tank eventually released Evan's cock from his mouth. The dog panted as he pulled his hips back and, with a squelching pop, tugged his knot free of the wolverine's snout. Still-warm cum spilled from Evan's open jaws, and he gasped to catch his breath and clear his nose of semen.

"You okay, Ev?" Anthony asked as he pulled free to Tank's ass and leaned down to check on his nephew.

Evan coughed and spat, no longer caring about the bedsheets--Anthony didn't mind at all about the stains himself. "Ugh...oh man...that was....awesome, Uncle Tony," he said as his chest heaved.

Anthony smiled and looked up as Tank circled around and inserted himself between the two of them--his face was now level with Evan's and he began licking up his cum from the wolverine's chest and neck before working his way up to his nose and mouth, getting his tongue inside Evan's snout.

"I think he likes you even more now," Anthony chuckled as he settled down on the other side of Tank and patted his side. "He doesn't make out with just anyone like this."

"He's--ha, ah, ah--a really good--mf, ah--kisser," Evan choked out between laps of Tank's tongue against his own and his palate.

Anthony smiled as he watched--then, as he saw Evan stick out his tongue for Tank to lick on even more, something caught in his mind. "You said you'd done this kind of thing with Rocky?"

Evan nodded and let Tank lick the last dregs of cum from his chin as he said, "Yeah, why?"

"Have you ever...thought of doing more?"

"Like what?"

"Well...not to sweeten the deal for you to move here for college even more...but I know a place about an hour away from here that might interest you. Plus there's a great ice cream shop and farmer's market on the way out there..."

"Alrighty, and here's your boy for the afternoon!" the farmhand, a Jack Russell Terrier, said as he led the two wolverines to the last stall on the left. "He's all set to go, just give me a holler if you need anything."

Anthony and Evan entered the stall to see the horse they had made the appointment at the farm with: An enormous, chestnut-colored Clydesdale. He bobbed his head and slowly clopped over to the wolverines as they both stepped further into the stall.

"So this is the one you've played with before?" Evan asked as he pulled off his shirt. The horse immediately took interest in him and sniffed his chest before pressing his muzzle and forehead against Evan's torso.

"Yep, this is Wrangler," Anthony replied, watching as Evan stroked the Clydesdale's face. The horse contentedly huffed, and Evan started to shuck off his shorts. "Had a lot of fun times with this guy, thought he might be a good intro to this place for you. Plus, I think he likes you," the older wolverine observed as the horse rubbed his face up against Evan again.

"He's pretty friendly, aren't you, Wrangler?" Evan cooed as he stroked the horse's neck and sides.

Wrangler huffed again and circled around, then looked at Evan expectantly.

"He's a gentle giant, although he doesn't like to be kept waiting too long," Anthony said, nodding at the large cock that had already extended from the horse's sheath.

Evan licked his lips and got down on his knees in the hay. He shuffled until he was kneeling directly under the Clydesdale--the horse was so tall that there was a good two feet of clearance between his head and Wrangler's stomach. Evan used both hands to heft the limp, black and pink-spotted horsecock and began stroking it as he licked the head. Wrangler huffed again and bobbed his head, enjoying the attention. His cock began to stiffen in Evan's hands, and soon the wolverine simply held it by the free shaft just beneath the glans. The urethral process was starting to extend, and Evan slobbered around it before he flicked his tongue on the inner rim and tried to squeeze the muscle into the tube. Wrangler softly huffed and neighed.

"Oh, he's enjoying that, Ev," Anthony noted as he watched.

Evan kept up his treatment, swirling his tongue around the head while his hands gently gripped and stroked the cock that was as long as his arm. He managed to fit the cockhead in his mouth a few times, but both Evan and Wrangler seemed to enjoy the simple tongue-bath more. After a few minutes, the glans started to visibly flare, and Wrangler's shaft started to rock up and down in Evan's hands.

"Careful, Ev, he's already getting--"

Anthony didn't have time for the last word: Wrangler stood still as thick jets of translucent white semen exploded from his urethra, coating Evan's face and filling his open mouth. The wolverine under the horse gasped and spluttered, still being hit by stream upon stream of cum, before he aimed the cock lower so his chest and stomach were drenched.

"Close," Anthony finished with a chuckle. He watched Evan get doused in Wrangler's cum from head to navel as he continued, "Well, even though he's got a hair trigger, he can go multiple times. So you can still have plenty of fun with him."

Evan coughed and licked as much ropey, sticky cum as he could from around his mouth--while he held Wrangler's cock with his left hand, his right rubbed his stomach, getting the coating of potent stallion seed deeper into his fur. "Oh man, there's so much of it," he said after swallowing his mouthful of cum. Both he and Anthony watched as the jets of semen slowed to an ooze. "And he can do more?"

Anthony nodded. "Lots more." His ears perked as he heard a splattering of water against the floor, and he saw a thick flow of urine start to rush from Wrangler's cock. "Oh, that's something you don't want to miss out on!"

Evan followed his uncle's gaze and immediately aimed the horsecock at his head, face, mouth, and chest, showering himself in piss. Even though he felt a tight tent growing in his shorts at the sight of his nephew getting drenched, Anthony got another idea and reached into his pocket. He pulled out his phone and opened the camera, then started recording.

"You know," Anthony started as he kept watching his nephew soak himself in Wrangler's piss, "if you did videos like this, the money you could make off of them would definitely pay for the rest of your tuition."