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Alan leans back in his patio chair, downing the last of his beer. The drunk coyote lets out a burp, the rest of the party-goers going about their business. At this point, the events have died down. It's about 2am and everyone was tired, drunk, or a combination of the two. With his legs up on the table, the coyote yawns and turns to his father, raising his empty beer bottle.

"Did'ja have fun? I know I did," He slurs his words and blinks his eyes at two separate times, a hiccup sounding from his throat. Alan's father smirks and snorts at his drunken son, nodding and also downing the last of his beer.

"Birthday parties are always fun-but it's getting so late. I'm too damned old for this shit anymore. Tomorrow is gonna suck, I just know it. Son of a-"

"Hey, Aiden, my sister and parents are about to leave, I'm gonna go walk them to their cars." Alan's mother stumbles towards the table and places her paws on it for stability, wobbling a little with a chuckle.

"You okay, honey? That last one did you in it seems. Don't fall over, now! A trip to the hospital in a weewoo wagon is expensive as hell!" Alan's father says, the younger coyote rolling his eyes and shaking his head. The moment he told his father about that joke, he only references ambulances in that way. It's weird having older people talk like a younger person.

His mother shoos him away and doesn't respond, stepping away until she is back inside the house. Alan and Aiden watch her leave, the older of the two suddenly standing up and straightening out his back. As of right then and there, they were the only two in their backyard-

"Alright, I'm calling it. I gotta prepare for my hangover tomorrow. G'night buddy, I'll see you tomorrow." His father says, beginning his walk over towards, not the back door, but towards the fence in the grassy part of the backyard. His slightly chubby dad pads onto the grass and goes to stand against the fence, his paws in front of him and facing away from Alan. With his sensitive canid ears, he begins to hear the sloshing and streaming of a liquid up against the wooden fence, the yote immediately recognizing it as his dad pissing. The sound alone made his pants swell up a bit, him raising his knees on the table to hide his bulge. His dad coughs and grunts, his piss taking awhile to die down. He pees for a solid minute and some change until the stream dies down completely, Alan hearing the zipping of a fly. He stays turned around so his father doesn't catch him peeking and pretends to be on his phone as his dad makes his trek over towards the door, closing it behind him. Alan feels his heart accelerate, never usually having a chance like this. The closest he's gotten to tasting his dad's piss was when he'd look for stray drops on the toilet bowl and taste those. He watches carefully for the moment the lights turn off in his house, signaling that both of his parents were upstairs and away from his sight.

The preemptive thought as to him finally having a taste of the golden nectar made his fur stand up on end, his dick throbbing and pulsing out weak streams of pre into his boxers. The coyote rises to his feet and starts his walk over to the spot he last saw his dad, using his keen eyes to spot where the grass was shiny. Tonight was a dry night in the Texas heat, so there was no mistake that the patch of wet grass wasn't dew, but none other than what he had been searching for his entire youth. The coyote gets on his paws and knees, looking at the piss covered fence. It was sopping, and the strong, salty but bitter scent of urine filled his nostrils. He reaches down and grabs his dick, squeezing hard to relieve some of the tension in his pants. He groans at the stink, the coyote suddenly taking his paw and placing it on top of the wet patch of grass. He softly rubs his paw all over, drenching it with the musky liquid. He raises his paw to his face and sticks his tongue out, licking right up the palm of his paw. Instantly, the bitter taste of ammonia and copper fills his mouth, him rolling around what he licked all over his mouth. The moment he'd been dreaming of was finally upon him with that lick. The coyote wastes no time and pulls his pants down, revealing his leaky, knotted cock squirting in the grass. Alan takes both of his paws and starts to rub them around in the puddle, drenching his palms in the by-product of his dad's kidneys. Once properly lubed up, he takes hold of his cock, smearing the musky liquid all over his dick, getting his father to essentially mark him. He groans as he feels himself nearing cumming and stops, edging himself successfully.

The coyote goes back for more, marking up his dick with that piss, even taking his paws and rubbing his balls and taint, infusing his fur with the stink his dad left behind on the ground. After a few more licks on his paws and a few more strokes, he scrunches up his nose and bucks his hips, the strength of his precum shots increasing by the second. He takes his damp paws and rubs Aiden's piss all over his nose so he could keep smelling the liquid gold as he starts to jack his throbbing, veiny cock with force. He grunts and continues bucking his hips, fucking his paw, until he felt himself go over the edge. He shudders and leans back a little bit, muzzle to the sky as he takes a final inhale of the scent around his nose and moans aloud, intense fountains of cum gushing into the grass right onto his dad's puddle.

In his post nut clarity, he felt so dirty and disgusting doing what he just did, but at the same time, who was he hurting? Sure, it was sexual deviancy, but in reality he didn't really do much to affect anyone. Alan felt his cock start to deflate, the musk of piss now clinging to his cock housed in a moist environment enveloping around his dick. He wishes that he could never shower again to let his dick stink become intense, but he knew his household was full of canines, aka they had powerful noses. Surely someone would smell that he was covered in piss eventually, so he knew that he had to take a shower upon leaving the area. With a sigh, he stands up and pulls his pants back up, the bitter taste of urine on his tongue. He enjoyed it less post-nut, but he was savoring every second he had contact with the nasty piss. He felt closer to his father, knowing he would never be able to do more. All he wanted was a mouthful of cum... was that too much to ask for?

Alan turns around and begins walking back towards the back door, opening it slightly to listen for movement. Once the coast was clear, he stepped inside and started to make his way towards the bathroom.

"Oh, hey Al." His dad said as he turned the corner in the hallway and ran into his old man.

"You going to be-" he stops, sniffing the air and turning to look Alan dead in the eyes.

"Why... why do you smell like that?"