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Outside a quaint house in the Carolinas, a doorless Jeep Gladiator kicked up dirt as it made its way to a lone cottage, just up the hill.

Driving the dark green vehicle was a young mountain dog, wearing a yellow tank top and gray cargo shorts. He strummed his fingers along the wheel, humming a song until his phone began ringing. He grabbed it from the cup holder, keeping his eyes on the road as he answered.

"Hey Mom! I'm about five minutes from Dad's place, what's up?"

"Oh I just wanted to know you're doing! Did you enjoy your first year at college, honey?"

Daniel stifled a laugh, as his mother's English accent was thicker than usual. You wouldn't believe she only moved to London a few years ago.

"Yes, overall it was great. Though now I know why everyone gets so scared of finals week. That shit was hell."

"Language!"

"But I met some really cool friends, went to a few parties. It was pretty awesome."

"Oh that is just lovely! Next year you're spending the summer with me, right?"

"Yes, Mom" Daniel rolled his eyes, smiling nonetheless.

"And tell your bloody father to come with. I have rooms for the both of you, and the bloke needs some culture in his life, away from his garden."

"I'll remind him but he's gonna say no."

"Well keep reminding him, and I expect a yes by the end of the summer. Sadly Mommy has to go love, you have a great time out there. So proud of you, mwah!" With that, she hung up. Daniel chuckled to himself at both the accent and the odd relationship his parents have.

With a few taps to the steering wheel he set his Jeep to park. The young canine excitedly hopped out, grabbing his backpack from the passenger seat before ascending the porch steps.

Daniel's tail wagged as he looked at the door, a happy wave of nostalgia washing over him. He hadn't seen his Dad's cottage in two years, mostly due to his last summer before university being spent in England.

He went to knock, hesitated, and proceeded to bang on the door.

"IT'S THE POLICE, OPEN THE DOOR NOW!"

He banged a few times before the door swung open. While Daniel was a Bernese breed with their usual coloring, the man at the door was a large Mastiff, with a beige coat covering his whole body, his face and snout jet black. And the 6'2 hulk of a man stared daggers at the younger canine.

"...Too much?"

The scrunched face of his father softened to a bright smile. "As usual. Now come here!" Daniel felt his Dad's arm pull him into a warm embrace, which he happily reciprocated.

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The rest of the day flew by, with the two chatting for hours. Ronald, or "Ron" as he liked to go by, was eager to show off the renovations he had made to the cottage, what with the new oakwood floors, and newly painted burgundy walls. He showed off his garden, displaying an especially bountiful harvest that he was going to incorporate into tonight's dinner.

Daniel meanwhile discussed his time in college, and the fun of living in the city as a (relatively) independent adult. His Dad was happy to hear about the good grades, and was laughing at all the antics he had gotten into during the year.

This continued until the evening came, and two plates of potatoes, salad and venison were set on the table. Seasoned and oiled, the meal was undeniably delicious, though Daniel wasn't surprised at all. His Dad had always been a great cook, something his mother often reminisced on. The young canine recalled the last time his Mom had been down here to enjoy it. He thought about asking the question from his Mom, but figured it wasn't a good time.

Instead, he decided to let his Dad in on some of the more wild things he had gotten up to during his freshmen year.

"So Mikey is doing a handstand, and they have that funnel thing with the tube going into his mouth. He chugs two whole cans of beer like that, and I mean he didn't even stop gulping until they were both emptied out, into the funnel thing..." The younger canine breaks into laughter, which makes his Dad laugh, and the two continue until Daniel collects himself.

"He stands upright...walks over to Becky, who he's been crushing on since the beginning of the semester. He puts a hand on her shoulder...says 'Hey...'...and just... projectile vomits all over her."

Daniel bursts into hysterical laughter, and Ron can't help but join in. The rambunctiousness reminded him of his own youth, and it warmed his heart to see that despite their different fur and breeds, so much of his personality rubbed off on his kin. "I'm sure that Mikey kid is never going to live that down."

"I won't let him, because I got the whole thing on video!"

"No fucking way" his Dad replied, being handed the phone immediately.

"It's in two parts, swipe to the left for the second one" Daniel chuckled, waiting for his father's reaction.

Ron watched as the video showed a stocky German shepherd doing what his son had described, chugging beer while doing a handstand on a white folding table. The video cut off, and when Ron swiped to the left he only found regular photos of the city his college was in, and a few photos of Daniel with his friends.

Daniel's was unaware that his father actually had to swipe to the right for the second video. So when he saw his father's fingers moving along the screen, without hearing the audio from the event, his smile disappeared.

"Wait, Dad-"

Before he could even finish his sentence, the room was filled with the sound of loud slurping and heavy grunting, rhythmically timed to the thrusting happening on screen.

Ron's eyes went wide as the video showed Daniel, eyes looking up toward the camera, taking what could only be described as a gigantic cock, all the way to the back of his throat. The cameraman thrust into his son's mouth, his breaths getting heavier and more ragged.

"Fuck bro, I'm boutta bust a fat nut. You ready for it fag? Oh fuck, Danny I'm gonna cu-"

Ron was startled as Daniel lept from his seat, backhanding the phone out of his father's hands. The young canine winced as he heard it shatter against the wall.

"You weren't meant to see that..." Daniel spoke quietly, eyes wide as plates. The two didn't break eye contact as he sat back down.

Ron could see the utter terror in his son's face, and it forced him back to reality, more specifically his father-mode.

"I am so sorry son, I didn't mean to invade your privacy-"

"Don't apologize! That was completely my fault!" Daniel chuckled loud and awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head.

"So, son...I uh, didn't know you were gay-"

"I'm bi! I still like girls!"

"Oh great! Not that there's any problem if it was only guys, I mean, you know I love you either way right?"

"Yeah I know..." his son said quietly.

"Yes, well...how long have you known?"

"Umm...college."

"Oh, cool, great time to, uh, discover more about yourself..." Ron couldn't help but chuckle at the awkwardness.

"Usually when people come out, they just sit there Dad down and say 'Hey Dad, I like boys! Or something like that" Ron continued to laugh, thinking it the best way of breaking the tension in the air.

It seems to be working, his son blushing and looking away. "Geez Dad, come on..."

"Your method was very direct, but I can't say it wasn't effective.

"Okay I get it! Ugh, thanks for not being mad, but..." Daniel sighed, his blush only getting stronger as he stood up. "I'm going to my room, forever. I'll see you when I'm 80..."

As the younger canine started heading to the stairs, his father noticed him adjusting the front of his pants. He probably didn't even realize he did it, but Ron definitely noticed a pronounced bulge there.

And he couldn't think anything about it, because Ron himself was as hard as a fucking diamond. Thankfully he was sitting in front of the table, he couldn't bare to think about what would've happened if his son saw his heavily tented slacks.

Though he could easily think about what he wanted his son to do, the video popping back into his mind. The father got up and quietly went over to the shattered phone. Despite the spider-web cracks, the screen was still visible. Ron lowered the volume, fingers shaking as he pressed play.

The cameraman grabbed the back of his son's head, grinding his lips against the man's pubic fur as he cursed out expletives. Daniel gulped, looking right into the camera as he lifted himself off the cock, stroking it as his face was coated by streaks of white cum.

It was the hottest erotica Ron had ever seen, and he never felt more ashamed in himself as he began heading to his room, his cock rubbing against his pants with each step.

It dawned on him that he never told his son the real reason he and his mother got divorced. He remembered the heartbreak he felt when he told her the truth, as much as the relief he felt when she gave him nothing but support. She was a great friend like that, and an even better mother.

But outside of hookup apps, which often run barren so far out from the city, Ron didn't get any action. As fun as one off flings were, and despite the ego boosts he'd get from his one-nighters (often involving the word "daddy"), it's been almost a year since he's done anything with a man.

And seeing such an erotic display like that video...as soon as he closed the door to his room, he began undoing his belt and slacks.

Pulling them down, he looked into the mirror at his naked self. He blushed at how pronounced his tent looked, pulling his white briefs away from him, the gap letting cool air hit the base of his shaft.

He slipped his fingers into the slit of his briefs, just about to free his aching hard on when he heard a knock on the door. He turned toward the noise, and his heart dropped as he saw the knob turn, and the door flew open.

"Hey Dad I was going to ask-"

Ron's hands flew to his crotch, pressing the shaft to his thigh as much as he could.

"Daniel?! Don't knock on a door just to immediately come in!"

"Sorry! I just wanted to see if you'd want to watch a movie?" Daniel said, still looking at his father's groin. Despite Ron's best efforts, the image of his Dad's rock hard boner was etched into the young canine's mind.

"Just let me know when you're done with... that..." Daniel blushed and immediately closed the door.

Ron meanwhile was fuming, the scenario he was most afraid of happened right before his eyes, and he was helpless to stop it. He completely forgets locking any door that isnt the entrance, living on his own and all.

Dsspite how much he had wanted to cum thinking about that video of his son...he felt his dick softening with an uncomfortable ache. Ron slipped into something more comfortable, making sure his erection had died down fully before heading to the living room, wondering how today's events are going to affect their relationship moving forward...