Keep It In The Family
I'm a horrible person. I have a loving, trusting boyfriend who looks out for me, takes care of me, loves me and is amazing in bed to boot. Top or bottom he knows exactly what he's doing, he knows my body better than I know it sometimes. The way his eyes light open when he wraps that handsome muzzle around my dick, the wrack of horns he has that lets me guide him up and down my prick just to satisfy my needs... its just amazing.
Right now though I'm in the queen double of another man, an older man, and there is that content tingle in my balls that reminds me that I have just emptied them harder than I have done in months. So I'm here writing this down in my head while the stag in the bed next to me pants in exertion and carolers sing outside. I just want to squeeze that ass, rub the cherry ring I had popped not an hour ago but I leave him to sleep. Hes my father in law after all.
It all started a few days ago, just before Christmas. I'd been dating my deer, Greg, for six months or so and he decided it was time for me to meet his parents. Well parent as it turned out to be. Greg's mum had left his dad when he was five and had completely disappeared from the world which left daddy deer to be the best dad he could be.
And he did a damn fine job, Greg was an upstanding member of the community. He did civil service because he liked helping people. He was involved in local youth outreach programs. He also enjoyed wearing tight clothes and being fucked aggressively by a wolf with a big dick and a bigger ego. That's me by the way, Luther is the name on my birth certificate but most just call me Loo.
Now I never forced Greg to do anything. He hit on me at the club and was very direct about what he wanted. So I gave it him. I don't think he'd ever been treated so rough before. He looks all delicate and in the right light with the right clothes on I guess he could be pretty. But I've never let that stop me from being rough. f he'd asked me to be more gentle I would have but instead he just moaned and begged for more. For the first time in my life I wish I had more so I could give it to him.
Anyway we met up and fucked a few times casually. No talk of commitments. Heck to be honest there wasn't much talk other than "you like that doncha?" and "Oh god harder" from either of us. Hardly sparkling dialogue I know. Then one night when he was panting, sore and dripping my seed on the bed and I was at the window dripping left over spunk to the carpet and smoking a cigarette he asked if I was seeing anyone and that led into a conversation about dating.
It was odd at first. I'm not really the romantic type. Guys had been happy to fuck me and be monogamous with me in a sexual relationship but going out for dinner, movies, walks in the park all that romantic bullshit had flown me by. I told him as much, that I'd be a terrible boyfriend, and he just smiled and said he'd see to it I wasn't.
He did all the work, he organised dates and dinner parties, introduced me to his friends and made sure that he got introduced to mine. My friends were all taking bets on how long it would last and despite the fact that Greg's friends were nice people I bet they were counting down the days in their heads too. But somehow it worked, somehow I started opening up to him for more than just sex and that just made the sex even better. It got less rough but so much more intimate and for the first time since I was sixteen I let someone top me. I didn't really enjoy it but he did and the next time it was better and now he tops at least once a week.
Three months flew by and things were working out fine. Up until then my relationships had been measured in weeks and had occasionally made it to the month stage. So monogamy hadn't been a problem but now. Well, I had been spreading my wild seed (usually in condom's don't worry) since I was sixteen. My body loved variety and while Greg was amazing I was looking around at other guys. But I didn't want to lose him either.
So I did what he told me to do and told him. He said as long as I ended up with him in the end, that it was just sex and not a relationship, and that I played safe, he didn't mind what I did. Now with all this freedom I thought I'd go mad but well... we had a couple of threesomes.Ok, several threesomes. But the only time I fooled around without him was when he was out of town, no other guys interested me as much. That is until I met his dad.
Greg is fairly androgynous. Depending open how he wears his clothes, his hair, the way he walks and talks he can come across as masculine or feminine. He had slim hips, a slender stomach and chest and no real muscles on him. His wrack was always kind of on the smaller side too. His fur was always soft and well groomed and he always smelled of some scent or another. Even just describing him now makes my dick twitch.
Now his dad on the other hand, his dad was as masculine as he could be without being some kind of body builder. He was taller than me for a start, and the antlers just added to that height to make him kind of intimidating, or arousing. He was muscled from hard work, not from endless gym routine, and had a little bit of a gut too him that added to the mass. But his eyes, his eyes were the same as Greg's but older, wiser and more aggressive. It was those eyes that made my dick go from soft to steel in a second.
For the first time I wanted someone as much as I wanted Greg and he was the father of my boyfriend. We shook hands and he introduced himself, Ian it was although he had this accent that drew out the a noise in it. I could have listened to him saying it all day. Instead we talked about other things. Well mostly I listened and undressed Ian in my head while Greg told his dad about me and his dad asked me questions I answered the best I could while my dick was yelling at me fuck somebody, any body.
When the idea of incest brushed my mind I had to excuse myself to go plaster the back of the toilet with a blast of cum so hard I'm surprised the porcelain didn't get embedded with my spunk. Just the thought of Greg on all fours while his father, who of course in my mind had a cock far bigger than my boyfriends, taught his son all the skills he had taught me. It only took a few strokes and the thought of Greg's muzzle wrapped around his sires massive meat, to have me over the edge and usually I have much better control than that.
The next day we didn't see Ian, he had things to do and we did as well.Present shopping it turned out. But he kept popping up in my mind. This older stag just wouldn't leave my thoughts. I don't think Greg suspected anything but he did know I was distracted. I just palmed it off as nerves about meeting his dad, which in a way was true.
So we spent a few hours walking through overly stuffed malls and found some OK gifts. At one point we ended up in a sex toy store, I think Greg was looking for something for a single friend of ours to keep his mind off his recent break up. But i ended up near the dildos and kept wondering which one was closest to Ian in size, which one would look right sliding deep inside him.
The day after that, Christmas eve no less, Greg was meeting up with some friends from high school. I asked to come with him but he said that no one else was bringing partners and I'd just feel like the odd one out. He must have seen my ears lower or my tail curl or something 'cause he stopped and kissed me deeply and told me his dad really was a nice guy and I should get to know him better. I don't think he realised just how much better I wanted to get to know him but I just nodded and told him I'd try.
Mostly I pottered about exploring their house while Ian sat on the couch watching TV, his own plans having fallen through because of the thick rain outside. The house was small though and eventually I found myself sitting next to the masculine deer trying to obscure my boner while he just sat there drinking beer and watching a game.I've never been big on sports myself, more interested in the locker room afterwards so gyms and weights had been my forte. He didn't really get too animated either and once it finished and the awful Christmas movies began he switched off the TV and we both sat there, rain and wind howling away outside.
"So..." The deer started and he left it hanging there. I turned and could see he was just as nervous as I was, though I imagine that was for an entirely different reason than eight inches throbbing in his lap. "I ah.. heard you and my son the other night."
"R..really?" I stammered out and blushed. I don't usually blush. Usually my responce would have been something along the lines of "Why were you listen perve" or "Did it sound good" or possibly even "Want a better position to listen next time?" if they were hot enough. Even thinking about inviting Ian to join us made my cock throb though and I just managed a wimpy reply.
"You two sounded a little rough. I was just worried you were hurting him." He said but he didn't make eye contact with me. It was then that I realised we were having the "I want to fuck you but don't want to be direct about it" conversation. I had had plenty of those conversations in high school. They start off with a guy asking you about gay sex and acting like they are just interested and then ten minutes later your on top of them burying your dick into a previously straight guys cherry ass. A lot of the time the guys themselves don't realise it's what they wanted until their being pounded. And here was Ian giving me the "I want to know about you and my sons sex life" speech.
I moved over the couch so our legs pushed against each other and he didn't shy away. I heard his beer can crinkle a little as his large hands crushed it and noticed his hand was shaking like a plane in heavy turbulence. Apparently he wanted me as much as I wanted him. And now that I knew that well, I couldn't hold my own needs in check any more.
"We like it rough..." I replied and let my paw stroke along his thigh. Now if you had a wolf suddendly sit right next to you, push up against your side fully and then stroke your thigh how would you interpret that? It's not really unclear what I wanted. But I continued talking while I let my fingers stroke along his thighs, right up to where he leg met his groin and then down to his knee, the large muscles twitching randomly as I teased him. His breathing even got heavier and I knew it was now a matter of time before we were going to be fucking.
"I bet you like it rough." I stated and then before he could reply I pushed my muzzle to his and moved my paw to his crotch and groped him openly. He moaned into my lips and he tasted like cheap beer and an older version of my boyfriend. I growled and pushed into the kiss more because he was pushing back and his tongue was wrestling with mine. I heard his mostly empty tin of beer fall to the ground and then felt a paw on my crotch. He was inexperienced, his fingers squeezing too tight, stroking too fast, but eager.
It was like two flood gates had opened and both of the held back masses of water were crashing against each other and racing down the only escape they could. He moaned and grunted into our combined muzzles and I'm not ashamed to say I did the same. At some point I moved both of us so I was laying onto of him, grinding down and rubbing our crotches together while our muzzles never left each other.
Until now with Ian the only other guy I had kissed like this was Greg. I just hadn't been big on kissing, I preferred mating bites and well, kissing was really girly right? Anyway after Greg started getting all romantic he started to train me into kissing, every time we spent five minutes kissing he'd go down on me and ask nothing in return. It was very effective but generally only with Greg. I guess it must have been transference or something since his dad and I had been making out for ten minutes and I hadn't grown bored yet.
I can honestly say I have no idea how long we were there grinding, kissing and all but I do know I broke the kiss. I sat up on his stomach and pulled off my shirt. I was going to guide his hands up there but I didn't have to and all I could do was give a low rumble of approval as he explored my chest. And he really explored it, not just stroked his fingers over it like most guys. He looked and pressed deeply and watched how I reacted while enjoying the firm muscle and well, little bit of winter fat I had put on.
"You ever been with a guy before?" I asked while I played with his antlers. They were bigger than my boyfriends, thicker too. Apparently antler size stood for virility and well, to be crude, how big your junk is. Greg wasn't anything special downstairs and I couldn't help but wonder that with this bigger rack that maybe his dad was better equipped.
"No." Was all he said back and then he squeezed my nipple. I grunted and pushed my chest into his fingers as he teased those sensitive nubs, getting more sensation out of them than Greg or I had ever managed too. Obviously Greg's mum had really been into tit play and Ian had just never forgotten. Before I could get used to it he swapped to my other nipple and I just lost myself and let out a deep moan and let him do whatever he wanted.
His fingers and hands were rough, he worked with hands so it was expected. But that extra sensation and stimulation, that contrast from Greg's smoother more elegant fingers, drove me wild. All I could do though was moan and grind away on top of him. All this time my cock had been throbbing happily but now it was getting harder and too hard to be kept in my pants. So I just reached down, unbuttoned myself and pulled it out.
The look on Ian's face... Awe, shock and arousal in shifting ratios. I was guessing he hadn't ever seen another guys junk face to prick before, maybe on the Internet or something but not in real life. Plus I'm a big wolf, biggest most of my partners have been with. I gripped the base and moved my way up his body until it was swinging over his muzzle. His lips were closed but his nose went wild, snuffing and sniffing up the scent of my arousal.
Generally I've found that when you straddle someones face your the one in charge. Even if the guy is usually a top or dominant or whatever if he's on his back and your the one kneeling over him you're in control. Ian didn't see it that way though and he pushed my hand off my own dick an wrapped around it tight. His grip was a little tight but that was soon forgotten as he opened his mouth and sucked in every inch that wasn't wrapped in his large, firm grip.
Damn. Just fucking damn. I've slept around, I'll admit it, but the buck was more eager for cock than I had ever seen. He wasn't very good, wasn't awful just not good, but damn was he eager. He got his idea of blow jobs from straight movies and his ex wife, and maybe other women too, but all the 'straight' guys I've been with have agreed, most women can't suck for shit. So I gripped his antlers like a handlebar and eased off my dick, well OK I did it after a few minutes because a bad blow job is better than no job at all.
I didn't say a word and just stood up, kicked away my pants leaving me as bare as he day I was born, and kneeled down between his thighs. I could smell his arousal now and it was exactly the same as Greg's, exactly the same. My dick throbbed as I undid the tight zipper and button and then pulled down his pants and underwear. Honestly I was a little disappointed. He was smaller than Greg in length and about the same, maybe a tad more, in girth. Given his body, his wrack, I had expected more. But it's like being told you're getting a free dinner and it turns out you only get an entre size, it's still food, it's still more than enough to fill you and will be fucking delicious.
Now I'm no expert at sucking dick. I don't mind doing it but given the option i'll choose real fucking any day. Greg loves it though, sometimes he just goes down there while we are watching TV and spends the entire show there, not doing enough to make me cum but keeping me hard. Anyway, because of that I had a few tricks, I definitely knew more than my boyfriends dad so I showed him what a real blow job was like.
I swallowed hm right to the base and felt the head of his dick against the back of my throat and I sucked slowly. I massaged him with my tongue, letting his length rub against the top of my muzzle, the soft skin up there making him groan and put a hand on my head to pull me down into his crotch all the more. The old guy was loving this so I ground right down and let him feel my throat around the head of his cock, he didn't get too deep, he wasn't that big, but he moans let me know he enjoyed what he could get. I used my tongue, I swirled, stroked and caressed. I changed pressure, speed and the angle of my muzzle and my reward were these deep primal grunts from the buck, so different to Greg's eager moans, and as much pre as I could swallow.
My dick was hard and throbbing and not getting any better. It was making it clear to me, in it's own funny way, that oral just wasn't going to cut it. That I needed to fuck him, or Greg, or I'd have the nastiest set of blue balls since Beast from X-men. I gave him a few more long sucks and then pulled off and looked up at him. His jaw was wide open and his eyes rolled back. His fur was clumped from sweat and he looked like Greg twenty years from now. My cock twitched again and I growled as I moved up and kissed him, letting him taste his salty pre on his own tongue.
"I want to fuck you" I growled out, the deep throating and the lust throbbing out from my groin leaving my voice deeper than usual. I squeezed his ass and let my fingers brush along the cleft of his ass and he moaned. This big studly buck made a whimpering moan as I brushed his puckered hole. How had he not been fucked by a guy already? I don't care if he's bi or gay, but any guy who responds like that to just a touch NEEDS a dick in their ass before they turn twenty one, not to wait until he's past forty.
I took him by the cock and hand and lifted him up and told him to lead the way. The entire way back to the bedrooms I watched that ass of his. It was solid, firm, unlike Greg's bubble but which was smooth and soft to the touch. He stopped outside mine and Greg's room and I though he was a dirtier bastard than I had in mind but he only stopped in to grab the lube out of his top drawer. I didn't ask how he knew, most likely that'd been where Greg had kept it as a kid. He pushed it into my hands and then walked into the master bedroom.
I didn't waste any time and I pushed him back towards the bed, our cocks bouncing against each other as I got in close. I turned him and bent him over the bed and took a step back to appreciate the sight. Words can never capture that sight. I mean it, this older guy, my boyfriends dad no less, his shorter dick pointing down the mattress while his tail was lifted and his ass spread out to reveal his tight ring.
I squeezed a dollop of lube onto my palm and stroked myself back up to size again, which took all of half a second. I then emptied the bottle between his cheeks like it was going out of fashion. I knew I should have done something like eat him out or finger him a little, especially given my girth. But, well, it was like a physical need now, I needed to be balls deep inside him or else I'd go mad.
I gripped his hips tightly and pushed the thick head of my prick against his entrance, the thick knob grinding right there against his ring. I heard Ian take in a deep breath, that sudden intake of breath so familiar like Greg's, as I applied just a little more pressure. I expected his ring to be tight and it was but not as tight as it should have been. My head slid in and all I heard was a soft grunt, no complaint or protests of pain. I just had to ask.
"I thought you said you'd never been with a guy."
"...toys." Was the only reply he gave. His deep voice was strained like he was holding back some thing and I couldn't tell if it was pleasure or pain. There was only one way to find out though so I gripped his hips tighter and shoved myself forward. I grunted myself as I felt his ring give way to me, his tight ring squeezing around me in a way Greg hadn't been able to in month. I continued to push in until I was half way in and then stopped and just held there, enjoying his tightness.
Ian was breathing in and out slow and deep and I could feel his ring contracting around me involuntarily. Like I said I'm a big guy, I'm used to asses trying to cut off m circulation. What I wasn't expect was for Ian to give this deep gutteral grunt and start to push himself back towards me. I just held myself still and looked down as he took my remaining inches little by little until that white tail was pressed up against my groin. If I hadn't of had such control over my balls I would have lost my load right then and there. There is nothing sexier than a older man taking charge and robbing you of every last inch, leaving a well hung cocky guy, me, wanting in the length department for the first time.
I recovered quickly though and gave a thrust of my hips to remind him who exactly was in charge here. I was rewarded with a grunt. I gave a few more thrusts and got more of the same kind of grunt and that was all it took for me to reaches up and take hold of his antlers and use them as handle bars while I fucked him deep and hard.
Those grunts. God even now just thinking of them makes me plump up. I wish I had recorded them and could just post them up. I suppose what it comes down to is that most guy when they are getting fucked turn into bitches. They whimper, they moan, they whine and beg for more. They give these little gasps, these little yips of pleasure. an though, Ian was a man through and through. No matter how deep I thrust, how fast I rammed myself against him, he gave these deep earth grunts, like he was hefting an axe or something. A complete virgin was taking my dick with more gusto than his son, who was no angel in the bedroom let me assure you.
His grunts were echoing in his bedroom, as were my own, and intermingling with them was the wet noise of my dick stretching him out and my ball pounding up against his own. I turned his head this way and that with his powerful antlers while I all but jack hammered into him, instead keeping my speed fast but sustainable, and he let me. I pulled his head back and his grunts got louder and he pressed his rump against me all the more, I pushed it down into the bed and muffled his cries and he stood still and let me do as I pleased.
If you are reading this and your one of those guys who always goes for little twinky bitches willing to drop to all fours on a seconds notice and look past the older guys? You really have to try an older guy, the more masculine the better. There is just something about ramming your length home into this powerful man and hearing him grunt out and press back against you that'll get your engine running sweeter than a... I don't know a Porche? A BMW? Mercedes? I'm not a car person. It'll get you so hard you can break through rock walls just by letting it look at your junk.
Now I've never been the kind of guy who can fuck for half an hour or something straight. I get bored. But the twitching in my balls, the way my shaft got just that little bit harder, a little bit thicker, was coming far too soon for even my tastes. But when I slowed down he took up the slack, he squeezed around me or pushed himself back against me. The old fucker was fucking himself against me with a lust not even Greg had given me, and he was addicted to my cock.
I couldn't slow down or hold back and there was no way I was going to pull out of that ass of his so I did what any red blooded guy does. I went all out. I lowered myself over him and let my animal instincts take over. Just the last inch of my cock slide back and forth, thrusting my entire weight against him so many times a second the slapping of my balls could have been the beat to a techno dance remix. Ian's low deep groans turned into one long groan that built in intensity as I got faster and harder with my thrusting. I was sure was hammering away at his prostate, with my size you don't really have to worry about that.
Suddenly the buck beneath me grew silent and I felt it all around me. His ring was spasming like mad and I realised he was cumming. I hadn't even touched him and yet the scent of deer spunk was filling the room. I tried to slow down, to let him enjoy the wave of euphoria, but he grunted out for me to keep going. So I did, I rode him relentlessly while he moaned like a bitch for the first time that evening.
I know in stories and in porn you see the guys cumming together but that never really happens. The way he was spasming was a turn on all right but it was too hard, too random, to let me get off so I had to keep fucking his spent body for a good five more minutes until I blew my load. Five minute of ploughing his gasping body and pulling him closer by those thick handlebar antlers of his. when I did cum it took out my entire body. I swear I actually blacked out for a few seconds it was so intense.
I stayed on top of him for a while, a few minutes, before I slowly eased myself back and looked down at his rump. His ring was red but it didn't look too sore. It was also moist with the lube and my slowly leaking cum. I rubbed his ass with one paw as I cleaned by dick against his rump, getting a satisfied moan from my boy's dad.
I collapsed onto the bed next to him and he rolled over so both of us were staring at the ceiling panting. And right then as we both pant and recover we hear the front door open. We stink of sex, his dad is covered in my spunk and his bed stinks of my arousal too. We can hear him coming up the stairs and both of us are paralysed with what to do.
Will he freak out? Will he be cool with it? Will he want to join in? Wil he scream, run down stairs, grab a knife and run up to cut off both our dicks? So many different things he can do run through my head. Instead I hear his voice call out, a little slurred.
"Ian, sweet, I'm going to bed. Remind me never to accept drinks from a dog with brown eyebrows" And then I hear the door to our room pull shut. Both Ian and I lay there for long seconds, our breathes held, to see if he does anything else, but the house stays silent, the carolers having moved on down the street.
A bullet dodged I start to move out of the bed only for Ian to grab me by the tail and pull me back into bed. He kisses my neck softly from behind and whispers into my ear.
"When he's drunk he's out for a good eight hours." He grinds himself against me and I can tell he's hard again. I try to pull away a little but he's strong and that just makes me start to get hard again. "So how about round two where you get to see what a buck can do to a wolf on all fours?"
As I said to begin with. I really am a horrible person.