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Giorgio "Gogo" Diaz's studio apartment was typical of most college students. Posters of bands, prints of art reproductions, and a small collage of photos hung on the walls, school textbooks were messily stacked on his desk next to his computer, and a collection of dirty dishes was soaking in his sink. Relaxing lofi music played on the small speaker that sat on his coffee table, and a thin haze hung in the air, not solid enough to form distinct wisps or vapor trails.

Shafts of brilliant gold glared through the windows, the blinds lifted to let in as much natural light as possible. Gogo's plants cast long shadows on his floor and walls, his full length mirror reflected a long, bright rectangle of light into his kitchen, and Gogo himself was bathed in the glow of the late afternoon sun, along with the black Labrador he was currently cuddled up with in his queen-size bed.

The lithe-yet-toned, brown-furred rat and his thickset companion were both naked--their clothes littered the floor of Gogo's apartment, their outfits ripped off and thrown aside in a frenzy of passion before the rodent's friend had dominantly thrown him onto the bed for a breeding. And now, having exhausted themselves, their fur was damp with sweat as their legs tangled together and their bodies pressed against one another. A sticky trickle of gooey, translucent white jizz oozed from Gogo's gaping, freshly-fucked ass, leaking over his tail and onto his sheets; the 19 year-old didn't mind the mess, though. Currently, he was more concerned with nuzzling his face in his friend's armpit. Gogo grunted softly in pleasure, simply inhaling and enjoying the smell of Caleb's post-coital sweat and musk, which mixed with the sweet and slightly skunky aroma of the pot that the big dog was smoking.

A thin line of smoke curled upward from the end of the joint in Caleb's fingers; the canine was on his back, gazing up at the ceiling and watching the blades of Gogo's fan slowly turn above him. His softening cock was still wet with lube and his own cum, and with his knot now deflated, Caleb's member had slowly begun retreating into his sheath while he enjoyed the joint that Gogo had rolled. The 20-year-old canine lazily exhaled, puffing a small cloud of smoke from between his lips and letting it rise to join the rest of the insubstantial haze that hung in the sunlight.

"Huuffff...man, I needed that," Caleb sighed blissfully.

"Mm...you and me both," Gogo murmured from his armpit. "Pretty sure I flunked that chemistry midterm."

Caleb snorted. "Nah, I think you're fine on it."

Gogo took a deep breath while he held his face in the crook of Caleb's armpit, getting a good, big whiff of his friend's body odor, before he exhaled as he finally propped himself up on his elbows so he could look his friend in the eye. "Hoooo, you sure?"

"Yeah! I mean, I feel like I did pretty good on it, and you're way better with the formulas than me. So...if you flunked it, then I'm definitely screwed," Caleb finished with a snicker.

"I don't know, it's like I did all that studying, and I feel like I just went blank on it," Gogo groaned.

"Hmm..." Caleb grunted before he planted a quick smooch on the rat's lips. "You know, I'd fuck you again to take your mind off of it, but I'm tapped out--want another hit instead?" he asked as he offered the joint to his friend.

"Yeah, man, pass it." Gogo accepted the doobie and took a long drag, making the end glow a cherry red, before he held the smoke in...then let it roll out of his mouth like a slow, vaporous waterfall as he sighed. "Thanks for pounding me though, it did help."

"Heh, always happy to blow off some steam with you, sexy," Caleb replied with a grin. "I didn't go too hard on you, did I?"

Gogo chuckled, reminiscing about how Caleb had voraciously eaten him out before mounting him...how Caleb's hips had slammed against own while animalistically humping him...how Caleb had pumped in and out of Gogo's ass so hard and fast that the canine had fucked him silly...how Caleb had forcefully knotted him and bitten down on his shoulder at the height of his pleasure...

"Ha! Nah, you ruined me just right." Gogo grunted as he clenched his bruised hole, then relaxed again; he was still sore from having the large canine knot stuffed in his ass and then yanked out, but it was the good kind of ache like he'd just finished a challenging workout at the gym. "Ugh, still can't believe how big you get when you're ready to pop."

"Dude, I still can't believe you can take me! It's hard to find other guys who don't have a problem with the knot, but you took it like a pro!"

"Helps that I've had some practice."

"Ah yes, your time growing up as the town slut," Caleb joked.

"Right? All those horny dogs under the bleachers...at the...sports place," Gogo chuckled, playing along, when in reality, he had simply spent plenty of time using the knotted dildos from his toy collection currently stashed under his bed.

"Right, the sports place, where they do things with balls...mmm, balls," Caleb murmured.

Gogo took another hit from his joint before passing it back over to Caleb. "You got any plans for tonight?"

Caleb took a couple short drags before he shrugged and replied. "Don't know...I think my dad said something about maybe doing dinner and a movie, but I can check with him. Why?"

Gogo smiled at his friend. "Funny, I was thinking of asking if you wanted to do the same with me."

Caleb perked up. "Yeah?"

"Uh-huh...like, we could do delivery from that Italian place you like, and I can find us something online to watch...or not watch," Gogo said suggestively, batting his eyes at the Labrador in his bed.

Caleb grinned--Gogo was putting out all the signs of wanting to make this into a date. How could he say no to that? After so many times fucking his cute friend with benefits and the casual hangouts they'd had besides, it just felt nice to get to the point of possibly starting something more with Gogo...

Of course, it helped that Caleb's stomach growled and made his decision for him.

"Heh, I do like their stuffed mushrooms...oooh, and their tiramisu."

"Sooo...that's a yes?" Gogo asked.

"That's a fuck yes," Caleb said enthusiastically before he kissed the rat again. "Let me just let my dad know, and--"

Caleb's phone, face-down on the nightstand next to him, chimed with the tone he'd set as his father's personal text notice.

"Ah, speak of the devil!" Caleb placed the half-smoked blunt in the ashtray on the nightstand and picked up his phone to check the message he'd just received.

Gogo smiled. "It's cute how you two always--"

His eyes flicked to the screen of Caleb's phone, where his friend had just opened the message he'd received.

"WHOA!"

In an instant, Caleb slapped his phone face-down on his chest to prevent Gogo from seeing the screen, but it was too late--his friend had already caught a glimpse of the picture that his dad had sent.

Leon had apparently gone to the gym after work and gotten into the mood to send his son a nude photo after his workout, as this particular snapshot featured the 51 year-old, burly Labrador stroking his erect cock in a locker room shower stall.

Caleb's eyes were wide and heat rose in his face. He couldn't think of how to play this off, what kind of excuse he could make, how to get out of here and find a way to never see his friend again because this was so awkward...he couldn't bring himself to look at Gogo, he was so embarrassed.

The exact nature of his relationship with Leon wasn't something Caleb went around advertising, at least to his friends. His father had his group of pals who were in the know (and with whom Caleb had played before), and there were plenty of anonymous strangers on the apps and in the clubs who were aware of the father and son duo, but Caleb had never shared this detail of his life with anyone in his more regular social circle. But here it was, evidence of just how intimate Caleb was with his father, and Gogo had gotten an eyeful of it.

The rat had raised his brow and dropped his jaw. The sheer surprise of seeing Caleb's father nude and jerking off in the shower had seared the image into his retinas...and, strange as it was, Gogo found that he liked seeing that sight every time he blinked. Maybe it was the fact that he was still in the afterglow, maybe it was the pot, maybe it was the fact that Leon had been the one to send his son a nude picture, maybe it was...something else, but Gogo couldn't deny the allure of the older man's body, nor could he deny the intrigue that compelled him to say...

"So...I take it you and your dad are...closer than I thought?"

Caleb had squeezed his eyes shut, as if blocking out the rest of the world would remedy the situation. "I...um...oh, this is bad...uh...he...I...we..."

"Trade nudes?" Gogo offered helpfully

Caleb winced and seemed to hunch down, as if trying to hide inside himself. "Um...we...do more...than trade nudes..."

Gogo looked at him, puzzled. "Huh?" He paused for a minute...then the dots connected, and he realized what Caleb was implying. "Oh! Oooooooh..."

"Uh...should...should I go?" Caleb started to move to get out of the bed, his eyes still closed.

"No!" Gogo almost shouted as he quickly put a hand on Caleb's chest--when the canine froze, Gogo tried again at a lower volume, babbling, "I mean, no, please stay. It's okay...well, I mean, it's not totally okay, that's, like, a big taboo, but it's okay with me, but I'm just--sorry, I swear I'm not judging, I jerk off to dad/son stuff all the time, it's just I never thought--I-I mean, I was caught off guard, I wasn't expecting to see your dad like that and...he's pretty hot...ah, I should stop."

By now, Caleb had opened his eyes again and was cautiously looking at Gogo. He smiled thinly at his friend's inadvertent compliment...then couldn't stop himself from chuckling.

"Heh...I...yeah, he is pretty hot...man, it sounds weird saying it out loud in front of somebody else like this," he said, holding a hand to his head and absently scratching his fur.

"Does anybody else know?"

"A few--my dad's got some friends who know, but you're the first of my friends who knows...so...it's not something I--"

"It's not something you talk about every day," Gogo supplied.

Caleb nodded.

The rat shrugged nonchalantly. "I mean, if I were fucking my dad, I wouldn't be telling all my friends about it, so that's fair."

Caleb smirked. "Well, he's usually on top."

"Oh! You don't switch?" Gogo asked.

"We do, we're both vers, but we prefer--maaaan, this is so weird," Caleb said, stopping himself. He shook his head before looking at Gogo again, asking, "Are...are you really okay with this?"

The rat shrugged again, although he gazed at the canine with genuine interest. "I mean...yeah? Like, I don't have a problem with it, it's just...not something I hear every day, so, you know, need a little extra time to wrap my head around it, but I'm definitely not like 'ew, gross, get away'. Like, it's kind of hot...and, like, I knew you and your dad were tight, I just didn't really imagine something like this...but, like I said, no judgment..."

Caleb chuckled as he set his phone aside on the nightstand again, put off replying to his father's nude photo. "And you did say you jerk off to dad/son stuff all the time."

Gogo snickered before he retorted, "Well, yeah, who doesn't like some incest porn?"

"Fair enough."

"I guess I just didn't think I'd meet someone who...I mean, are you two--man, I have so many questions," Gogo said in a rush before he took a breath, then started again. "Actually, look, I think we've established that I'm pretty open-minded by now, right? I mean, considering the fact that I've literally chugged your piss like beer before..."

"Heh, true."

"So...if you're alright with it, maybe we should start at the beginning. Do you mind telling me how you got started?"

"What, you mean how my dad and I started fucking?" Caleb asked.

"Yeah; it's totally okay to say no, though, you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to," Gogo clarified.

Caleb looked at his friend...hesitated...but then he nodded and smiled. "Yeah, okay...it's a bit of a story, but...hmm...I can give you the highlights."

"Cool...let me just get comfy again," Gogo muttered as he settled down next to Caleb, cuddling up with the larger dog. Once his head was resting in the Labrador's armpit and his legs were intertwined with Caleb's again, he commanded, "Alright, begin."

Caleb barked shortly with laughter before he snuggled up closer to Gogo, embracing the smaller rat before he sighed. "Okay, where to start...huh...so, I mean, it's always been me and my dad ever since I was little--"

"He was a single father?" Gogo interrupted, intrigued.

"Yeah, my mom was never in the picture," Caleb replied. "I mean, she was for a little bit--yeah, maybe let's start there. My dad met her at a concert, I think they were both really wasted and this was, like, right before my dad realized he was gay. But, they were having a good time, started talking and flirting, and you can probably see where this is going."

"Ah, one-night stand?" Gogo asked.

"Yep. They were too drunk for a condom and her birth control failed--my dad never gave me the specifics on that," Caleb noted. He then continued, "Anyway, she finds out she's pregnant but she never wanted a kid, so she managed to track down my dad and told him if he didn't want me, then she was going to find a couple to adopt me. And if that didn't work out, then she'd go to a clinic to...you know..."

"Oh...wow, so you could've..."

"Yeah...fortunately, my dad had always wanted a kid, so he took care of everything for her. Got her doctor's appointments scheduled and her care figured out, took her to the hospital when she was ready, and set up all the paperwork so she could sign away all her rights as a parent. And he came out as gay right after I was born, so to me that was just the way he'd always been."

Gogo raised his eyebrows. "Dang...that's a lot."

"Yeah--my mom didn't want any contact, so it's just been me and my dad while she's out there...somewhere." Caleb shrugged as he went on, "But it never felt like anything was...missing, you know? Like, my dad and me, that just felt normal, like he was all I needed, and I was his whole world."

"So, you two were pretty close from the day you were born," Gogo summed up.

"Exactly. Everything was pretty routine for a while, nothing out of the ordinary. But then, you know when you get older and you start hitting that point where you start learning more about your body and getting curious..."

"Heh, oh yeah."

"And I already knew by then that I liked guys...I mean, I figured it was also okay because my dad was gay, and he didn't treat it like a big deal when I came out to him, it was just normal...anyway, I was around that age when we were on a trip to our family lakehouse, up on Big Parr Lake," Caleb reminisced. "There was a reunion, or a birthday, or something...anyway, one night while we're there, my dad decides that he wants to go swimming in the lake. So he goes and gets changed, and when I see him walking through the kitchen in just his swimsuit...I don't know, something in me switched on right then. I mean, I'd gone swimming with him before and seen him without a shirt tons of times while I was growing up, but that night was like the first time I ever thought, 'wow, my dad looks good'..."

Caleb lapsed into a silent reverie for a moment, remembering, before he spoke again. "You know, here's this big, handsome, strong guy who raised me and loves me, and he just looks sexy and comforting and confident while he's going out to the lake...it's hard to explain. But the main point is that I started getting eyes for my dad."

"What'd you do?" Gogo asked, his perverted interest getting the better of him. "Did you get a boner, or..."

"Oh yeah, I started chubbing up," Caleb giggled--he sounded on the edge of delirium, the pot he'd smoked helping him loosen up. "But I stayed cool, you know? I didn't say anything, I just watched him go out the back door...and then a few minutes after that, I followed him outside."

"And then?"

"It was dark out and I stayed quiet, so he didn't notice me following him; he just kept walking to the lake, going to the pier," Caleb recalled. "He'd probably been drinking a little bit, too, now that I think about it...anyway, I see this bush that looks like a good hiding spot, so I duck in there and I've got a good view of him walking down the pier, but he doesn't jump in. Not right away; he drops his towel, and then--my jaw literally drops when I see him do this--he takes off his swimsuit."

"Whaaaaat?" Gogo asked, agog.

"Yeah, and I got sooo hard seeing my dad totally naked," Caleb went on, remembering the horny teenager he'd been back then, secretly ogling Leon's thick chest, his keg-like stomach, and the heft of his crotch. In the present, Caleb's own flaccid cock began to stir again at the memory playing in his mind's eye. "There was enough light from the house and the moon to see that he was starting to chub up, too--like, I could see his dick starting to poke out of his sheath, and I also got a really good view of his ass. I'd never seen my dad like that before, and it was just...well, it was hot! He was hot--still is...so, yeah...you know how you have those sexual awakenings that just permanently stick with you?"

"Heh, yeah...yours was spying on your dad skinny dipping?"

"Yeah...and after that, I tried spying on him some more, like finding ways to watch him in the shower or while he was doing yard work, that kind of stuff..."

"Did he ever catch you or anything?"

Caleb shook his head. "Nah, I was pretty good at keeping it hidden from him...and I didn't make a move on him or anything for a while. Watched a lot of porn in the meantime--always kept my browser history cleared though!"

"Heh, can you imagine what he would've done if he'd found you watching 'Slutty Son Takes Dad's Giant Cock' on your computer?" Gogo snickered.

Caleb chuckled. "I mean, now I know he'd definitely watch it with me, but back then...man, I don't know..." He sighed and scratched his chest before he resumed his narrative. "So, things were fine, still pretty normal overall, but when I turned 18, I started really thinking about how I could either try something with him, or I needed to just move on and get my dad out of my head."

"So...did you make a pass at him?" Gogo asked.

"Not...exactly...I wanted to try moving on first," Caleb replied. "Like, I think the part of me that felt like it was wrong to go after my dad made me stop spying on him and download some hookup apps so I could fool around with other guys. You know, use another guy to take my mind off of him and forget about how much I was crushing on him..."

"You were actually crushing on your dad?"

"Eehh, yeah...it was getting bad enough that I was wanting to be, like, with him, you know?"

"Wow...so, what about when he dated? Did you get jealous? Or did he date at all while you were growing up?" Gogo asked.

"He dated around a little bit, but it never got to the point where he introduced me to anyone as his boyfriend," Caleb answered. "He didn't get serious with anyone because he always put me first, which I think is also what kind of gave me hope that he and I could work out...and got me crushing on him even more.

"But was he hooking up?"

Caleb snorted. "Well, funny you should ask that. He was, but I didn't know that much about what he was actually doing until one day when I was on Prowlr..."

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Caleb was sitting in his bedroom, shirtless with his left hand in his gym shorts to idly touch himself while he held his phone with his right hand. His bedroom door was open--he had the run of the house, as it was two weeks after he'd graduated high school and he was free for the summer before he started college, while Leon still had to go to work during the day.

While the burly and strapping teen lightly fondled his balls, Caleb scrolled down through the column of profiles on the hook-up app he'd recently signed up for, looking through the available men who were online and within a 10-mile radius of his home. There was a rhino, a tegu, a wolverine, a few lions and wolves, a bunch of foxes and rabbits mixed in with hyenas, bears, and otters, a handful of other black Labradors, German Shepherds, Great Danes...

Wait...

Caleb's eyebrows rose when he scrolled back up to one of the black Labrador profiles: It featured a headless photo (just like his own profile) of an older man's body. He was a beautiful mix of burly, muscle, and fat, like a linebacker in retirement, with a hefty gut, thick pectorals, and bulky arms. The man was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, and the photo had been taken in a steam-filled bathroom.

Caleb's heart thumped in his chest. Even if he hadn't recognized that torso instantly, he would have known he'd stumbled across Leon's profile simply because he could tell that his father had taken the picture in his own bathroom. There was that familiar glass-enclosed shower stall, the same tray of hand soap that Caleb had seen on his father's bathroom countertop for years, the tile backsplash that Caleb had helped Leon install as a summer DIY project...

With his pulse loud in his ears, the 18 year-old tapped the profile to review what his father had posted.

_ DaddyDoggo--49, 6.3 miles away _

Looking for some NSA head, open to FWBs, top if it gets that far

Ideally looking for younger, 18-25, but open to older, too

Can't host, can travel

Caleb smirked at his father's corny profile name, but his left hand in his gym shorts moved up from his balls and he started working his fingers more intentionally into his sheath as he looked over Leon's other profile pictures. There was a snapshot of his dad lying fully naked on his bed and using a hand to tastefully cover his crotch; another of Leon flexing for the camera while he wore a tight, purple jockstrap; and a third photo of him shirtless and wearing sweatpants while he sat in a chair with his legs spread in a way to draw attention to the bulge in his groin.

Leon had cropped or angled all his photos so his face wasn't showing, but Caleb could just imagine the sultry, seductive, and commanding expressions his father was wearing for each picture...and the manhood that was hiding under the towel, behind Leon's hand, within his jockstrap, and beneath his sweatpants. It was the dick that Caleb had managed to catch glimpses of through his spying, the balls that he'd imagined sucking on and huffing...

By the time Caleb had cycled through Leon's pictures, he had chubbed up to a semi that was beginning to slide out of his sheath. The teenager licked his lips, thinking more with his libido than logic; Leon was looking for head, ideally from someone who was around Caleb's age...and who could treat Leon better than his own son? Who could suck that dick better than the boy that dick had made?

And besides...Caleb had downloaded apps like Prowlr to try having encounters that would take his mind off of his dad, but here he had found Leon so easily...it was almost too coincidental to be an accident, it was as if the universe was actively showing Caleb the opportunity before him...

And he had to go for it.

Caleb quickly checked his own profile to make sure his identity wouldn't be too obvious to Leon.

_ FreshMeat--18 _

_Here for friends, fun, chatting, swapping pics, and more! _

Puppy with an oral fixation, if you know what I mean. And I'm open to plenty more--let's talk and see where things go?

He was satisfied with his description; it was just vague enough not to give himself away. Caleb had also used headless photos that featured him turned slightly to the side to show more of his rump than his front, and he had taken his photos in more public spaces that Leon wouldn't recognize. Plus, there were plenty of other black Labradors in the area, so there was a good chance that Leon wouldn't immediately deduce who was reaching out to him

Caleb gulped as he navigated back to his father's profile...and tapped the button to start a chat.

His left hand was wrapped around his stiffening cock as he typed his introductory message:

_Hey there sexy, love your profile! Definitely

down to help out with some head if you want._

The 18 year-old winced, as if expecting his phone to blow up in his hand, as he tapped "Send".

And then...

Nothing.

Caleb stared at his message on the screen, his heart still hammering in his chest, but Leon didn't respond.

"Hoo...okay, now we wait," the young Labrador mused. "Man..."

He could have gone back to Leon's profile to stare at it some more, but Caleb decided to pass the time by distracting himself with a racing game instead. He navigated to the app on his phone and started playing, still mindlessly keeping his left hand in his shorts as he selected his vehicle and joined a group of other racers driving around a course. But halfway through his third and final lap of the course, Caleb's phone buzzed in his hand, and the notification he'd been hoping for appeared on his screen.

Prowlr: New Message from DaddyDoggo

His heart jumped; Caleb immediately exited out of the race and navigated back to Prowlr and he opened the new message he'd received.

Thanks kid. You like sucking off older men?

Caleb grinned and typed up his response before sending it through.

Yes sir! It's my favorite.

Caleb could see his father typing in the app, and Leon's next message came through pretty soon:

_Good boy. Gotta say, from what I can see

you're pretty cute. I bet your mouth would

look good with my cock in it._

Caleb was about to send a response, but before he could type more than a couple words, a new message arrived from Leon: A picture of his stiff dick hanging from his open fly. From the background of the picture, it looked like Leon was in his office's bathroom, on a break from work to tease himself with pictures he clearly didn't realize were of his son.

"Whoa! Oh man...fuck, Dad," Caleb breathed, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. It was his first time seeing his father's cock hard and up close like this.

Nine inches of stiff, thick dog meat seemed to taunt him through his phone, so close yet so far away. Caleb licked his lips as he renewed his own teasing, rubbing his growing erection inside his gym shorts. The more he looked at Leon's dick, the more he realized that he was essentially a carbon copy of his father, their members were so similar. They were both a deep, fleshy purple, with bluntly pointed, canine tips and fat knots around the bases of their shafts. They both shared similarly prominent veins that bulged along the sides of their cocks, and their sheaths tightly hugged around the undersides of their knots when they were fully exposed. The only difference of note was that Leon had a solid inch of length and one or two centimeters of girth on Caleb's endowment--he was bigger, better, sexier, and more of a man, all of which made Caleb's mouth water and his own dick rise to full mast with his knot still encased in his sheath.

The 18 year-old quickly typed up a response and sent it through.

_Damn, you look tasty! Would love to have

that big thing in my mouth for sure._

For good measure, Caleb took a quick selfie of his open mouth and tongue, showing off the inside of his maw and the back of his throat while ensuring that he didn't show any part of his face. He wanted his dad to see just how wet and welcoming his mouth was...and Leon's reply after Caleb sent the photo made the teen grin lustfully.

_Fuck, that muzzle looks perfect. Do you

swallow?_

Yep, every time.

Caleb's grin was wide and smug as he noted that he'd told his father the truth, and he was even more pleased when he read Leon's response.

_Good boy--love when a good pup gulps

down my cum. Mmm, I might have to

facefuck you before I feed you_

_Heh, please do! I'd love to be gagging

around your dick before you shoot

your load down my throat._

_Gagging, huh? You must not be sucking

cock right if you've still got a gag reflex--

I'll make you deepthroat a man's dick

properly, kid_

Another photo came through from Leon, this time of his hefty, stiff cock resting solidly in his hand. Caleb could see a small bead of precum had bloomed out of his father's urethra, and the sight of that sweet little pearl of fluid made the boy's mouth water even more.

_This is going to open up your throat right

and help you get rid of that pesky gag reflex.

The only sound I want to hear from you is

you choking for air, not gagging_

Caleb started jerking off as he typed his reply, stroking his cock and working himself up while he crafted a message to really get his dad eager to use his muzzle.

_Hell yeah! I'd love that. And you could even

see about getting that knot of yours in my

mouth while you push down deeper into

my throat. Looks so tasty._

_Atta boy. You're hungry for some cock,

huh? _

Oh yeah

_Good. I need a real cockhound to suck me

off soon. Can you host?_

Caleb pursed his lips, thinking. He couldn't exactly tell Leon he could host and then provide their home address...maybe, though, they could figure out an alternate location. Maybe a seedy motel, or a public restroom somewhere...

Sorry, I can't--wish I could

_Bummer. Well, maybe we could meet

somewhere?_

Yeah, that works for me!

_Sweet. I'll work on figuring something out

for my schedule and let you know. Want

to send me some more pics in the

meantime?_

Caleb's tail wagged as he read his father's latest message--Leon was hooked! At least for now. And it sounded like he had no clue he was talking with Caleb, but just another random stranger he met on the internet. And the fact that Leon wanted to see his son expose himself even more without realizing that it was Caleb on the other end of the conversation made the teen's cock throb as he typed his reply.

Sure, I'll trade you. What do you want to see?

_Show me that ass of yours, and I'll show

you more of what I'd put in it._

Caleb smirked and chuckled. So, Leon wanted to see his ass? Well, then who was Caleb to deny his father's request?

He got up from his bed and stood before he tugged his gym shorts down, letting them drop around his ankles. Caleb then bent over and parted his legs just enough to spread his cheeks...brought his phone in close...and snapped a selfie of his pucker between his glutes. After reviewing the picture--and satisfied that it was angled in a way so Leon couldn't see the background of Caleb's bedroom--Caleb sent it off. By the time he'd pulled up his gym shorts again and flopped back on his bed, he'd received a follow-up message from Leon.

_Fuck kiddo, that's a hot little ass, and such

a beautiful hole. I'm mainly on here just for

head, but now you've got me hungry

enough to eat you out for a few hours._

Now there was something Caleb hadn't imagined his father doing. But if anything, the thought of his dad slobbering and munching away on his butt just turned the teen on even more, and he couldn't resist prompting Leon to keep going.

Heh, you like eating ass?

_Can't get enough of it--boy ass is my

favorite in the world, so tight and tasty.

And I want to get my tongue in that

sweet-looking honey hole of yours pronto!_

_Mmm it's all yours! How do you want

me? Lying on my stomach or sitting on

your face?_

_On your back, your legs up and spread for

me, and your hole open so I can shove my

face in there and huff your balls at the same

time ;)_

"Damn, Dad, you're a dirty freak, huh?" Caleb chuckled when he read Leon's latest message.

His dick was rock hard in his hand now, his knot already inflated inside his sheath. Caleb reached down and pushed on his sheath...he winced at the small twinge of discomfort as his knot finally popped out of the tight pocket, but when he had settled with his dick fully out under his shorts, he continued pumping his hand up and down along his stiff shaft as he typed and sent his reply.

_You got it, stud! And after you eat my ass,

I'd love for you to ruin it with that big

fucking cock you have._

Caleb didn't have to wait long for a new dick pic from Leon; this one showed his father's pants down around his ankles, giving Caleb a good view of Leon's hefty nuts and the plump, fully engorged member hanging from his sheath. Leon's knot was out and fully inflated, and Caleb's hole quivered at the thought of having his dad completely inside him, tied with him, breeding him...

You mean this big fucking cock?

_Fuuuuck yeah! Damn you look tasty!

I'd get on my knees right there to suck

you off if I could._

_Heh, do a good job sucking me off and I

might just breed you. _

_I keep looking at that pic of your ass and

it's got me so hard. Can you send a pic

of you fingering yourself? _

Caleb's heart fluttered, but he scrambled to give his dad what he wanted. It took some finessing with the camera angle and setting up a quick timer, but within a minute, Caleb had snapped a new headless selfie of him with a finger--slick with his own saliva--pushed inside his ass, all the way to his knuckle.

Once he'd sent the picture to Leon, Caleb trotted naked from his bedroom to his bathroom to wash off his finger, taking his phone along with him. As he ran his finger under the tap of his sink, Caleb's phone vibrated multiple times in quick succession with four new messages from his dad.

Holy shot kiddo!

*shit, stupid autocorrect haha

_Damn your ass looks so good and tight

around your finger! Love how deep you

put it in, and I bet it's hot and wet in there. _

_Gotta say, your ass would look even better

with a big fat creampie from daddy in it._

Still in the bathroom, Caleb had resumed stroking his cock as he read what his father had sent him.

_Mmm, always happy to get a creampie

from daddy! When do you think we can

make that happen?_

Caleb waited for a moment...then read Leon's reply when it came through.

_Soon, kiddo--definitely want to use your

mouth first though. Got big plans for your

throat. _

Caleb was about to text him back, but paused when he read Leon's follow-up message.

_I'd love to keep chatting, but I've got a

meeting I need to go to. I'll connect with

you again later on about a time and

place for us to meet._

Cool, sounds good! Hope to hear from you soon.

With the conversation ended, at least for now, Caleb looked back through the photos that Leon had sent, savoring the never-before-seen views of his dad's manhood. In his wildest dreams, he never even entertained the possibility that he'd get such up-close and personal dick pics from Leon, and yet here they were, clear as day on his screen.

He saved the pictures to his phone...and kept cycling through them as he began jerking off in earnest. Caleb beat his meat quickly, fapping away and teasing himself closer and closer to cumming...his hand just felt so good...fuck, he wanted Leon to be behind him right now, fucking him and giving him a reacharound...rutting his son like a beast...he could imagine Leon's bulky gut jostling against his back, his father's hips banging hard against his rump...Leon's arms wrapped around him, holding Caleb close while breeding him...

"Oh! Ugh, fuck! Ah, Dad!" Caleb gasped--he couldn't take anymore teasing.

With a breathless groan, he bucked his hips and gripped his knot tight as he unloaded his balls in his sink.

Thick ropes of musky cum splatted into the white acrylic bowl and over the gray quartz counter, leaving distinct, gooey trails, before Caleb's cock produced a few more oozing globs of his spunk that dripped along his shaft and onto his hand. He huffed hard as he leaned against the counter for support...but as spent as Caleb was, visions of Leon bending him over to breed him and roughly facefucking him were playing on an endless loop in his mind.

It was another two hours before Caleb opened Prowlr again. He hadn't heard from Leon at all during that time, but he knew that his father would be coming home from work soon. Caleb wasn't planning to immediately confront Leon, but he was curious to see if his dad had looked at his profile again, had unknowingly perved over his son's body while at work.

Caleb navigated to his viewers in the app--sure enough, DaddyDoggo had viewed his profile twice in the last hour. And when Caleb navigated to Leon's profile, he saw that the older Labrador's location had refreshed:

DaddyDoggo--49, 2.1 miles away

Caleb hesitated, and for a moment, he considered sending a new message just to check in, or say hi, or tell Leon that he was thinking of him...but no, Leon had said that he would circle back around to Caleb, and as horny as the 18 year-old was (yet again), Caleb decided that the best course of action for now was to leave his father alone. He could let the old man stew and think and lust after him...and hopefully Leon would reach out soon.

However, even though he was trying to distract himself with a game on his computer, Caleb couldn't resist taking another look at the app 10 minutes later, just to see if his dad was closer to him.

When the teen opened Prowlr again, he saw his profile at the top of the column...and there was DaddyDoggo right under him, less than 500 feet away.

At that moment, Caleb heard a car pull into the driveway below; looking down from his bedroom window on the second floor, he saw Leon's sage green SUV parked outside, and his father was making for the front door.

Caleb heard the door open downstairs...his father closed it behind him and tossed his keys onto the table in the foyer, just like always...then...

"Cal? You home?" Leon yelled into the house.

"Yeah, up here!" Caleb called back, trying to sound casual as he hastily returned to playing his game.

He heard Leon trudging up the stairs.

"Done for the day?" Caleb asked, keeping his eyes on his computer screen.

"Hooo, thankfully yes...busy day...way too busy to make dinner," Leon replied as he ascended to the second floor landing. He poked his head through Caleb's open door and asked, "How do you feel about Cinder and Spit?"

"Huh? Oh, for tonight?" Caleb acted like he was distracted, making an effort to keep looking at the game he was playing before he paused it and looked up at Leon. He shrugged. "Yeah, I'm good with that."

"Burnt ends with mashed potatoes?" Leon asked.

Caleb grinned--his dad always remembered his go-to order from their favorite barbecue place. "Yeah, with banana pudding, please."

"You got it, kiddo." The older canine smiled before he turned and headed for his room.

There was a moment--just a second, really--where Caleb's heart caught in his throat. His father had called him "kiddo" more times than he could count as he was growing up, but hearing it again just then made him think instantly of the alternate context in which Leon had used the term of endearment...when Leon had been pervertedly sexting with his own son...

And Caleb wanted more than anything to bring up that conversation, to tell Leon that he was FreshMeat, to get on his knees and take his dad's dick in his mouth right then.

But the moment passed when, on his way down the hall, Leon added, "I'll call the order in soon, just gotta get changed."

Caleb, in the aftershock of his brief reverie, simply replied, "Sounds good."

He tried distracting himself with his game again...but the minutes passed by at a glacial pace, dragging on...and on...and on...

He could hear Leon shuffling out of his work clothes...opening his closet and pulling on something more comfortable...then a pause...Caleb could imagine Leon standing in nothing but a t-shirt, completely bottomless and either taking a breather or checking something on his phone...his phone...

Caleb just had to look, just had to see if his dad had looked at his profile again.

After pausing his game once more, Caleb opened Prowlr and checked his viewers...and his heart raced when he saw that DaddyDoggo had viewed him just now. Caleb stared at his phone, keeping perfectly still for a solid minute, waiting for Leon to say something...but he didn't hear a peep from his dad's room.

When he couldn't stand the silence and the waiting and the tension anymore, Caleb tapped on his father's profile picture, to give Leon the hint that he was viewing him, too.

But a new screen appeared in place of Leon's profile, this one completely blank except for a simple message and the navigation interface:

_ Profile Unavailable _

This user has either deleted or deactivated their profile.

Caleb's eyebrows rose as he considered what the message truly meant. Leon must have turned off his profile when he realized that FreshMeat was Caleb, but the older canine still hadn't said anything yet, still hadn't called out to Caleb...in fact, Caleb just heard his father resume pulling on his comfy clothes, and then...

"Hi, I'd like to place an order for delivery," Leon requested, his voice perfectly calm and casual.

As Caleb listened to his father make his order for dinner, he guessed that Leon likely wanted to keep his Prowlr activity under the radar, that he didn't want to talk about it, at least not yet...as he thought about it further, Caleb started getting a hunch that Leon didn't know that Caleb knew who DaddyDoggo was. After all, on Leon's end of the app, it would have looked like Caleb had last viewed his profile from 2.1 miles away, not less than 500 feet away--on Leon's radar, FreshMeat could have just appeared as one of the handful of black Labradors in the area, some young stranger who didn't know who Leon was.

Footsteps padded down the hallway again, and Caleb, distracted from his musings, quickly resumed playing his computer game before Leon stopped by his doorway.

"Hey kiddo, food should be here in about 20," Leon said normally.

Out of the corner of his eye, Caleb saw that his dad had changed into a pair of thin gym shorts and one of his faded t-shirts--the fabric of the shirt clung to Leon's torso, accentuating the thick keg of his musclegut.

"Sounds good! Oh, did you get the fried okra, too?" Caleb asked.

"That, and an order of hush puppies," Leon chuckled.

"Sweet! Thanks, Dad."

"Sure thing! Think I'm gonna cue up 'Flavor Masters' downstairs if you want to join."

"Yeah, I'll be down in a bit, just need to get to the next checkpoint here," Caleb said, nodding at his computer screen.

Leon nodded and walked away, back down the hall to the stairs, while Caleb continued playing his game without really focusing on it. It sounded like Leon was just going to carry on like nothing had happened, like he hadn't just realized he'd been sexting with his son and swapping dirty pictures with him, like he hadn't told Caleb he'd train out his gag reflex or put a big creampie in his ass...

Well, maybe for the time being, the smart move would be to play along. Caleb didn't have to jump the gun, make an actual move on his dad, and make things awkward; he could just pretend everything was normal, too, while Leon might be taking some time to figure out what to do, and then Caleb could move forward from there. And if it was meant to work out, then it would eventually...

The next two weeks were more of the same. While Leon went to work, Caleb was free to enjoy his summer vacation--he slept in, indulged in lazy days of doing nothing but playing video games (and playing with himself while enjoying plenty of porn), spent time hanging out with his friends, and occasionally did his household chores and started preparing for when he would attend college in the fall.

Of course, there was the fun he had hooking up with a few guys over Prowlr, too; there was the horse at the neighborhood rec center who plunged his cock down Caleb's throat, the otter who he knotted in the movie theater bathroom, the older leopard who invited Caleb over to his house and fucked him, and the alligator who frotted with the young Labrador behind some bushes at Fletcher Park. If Caleb couldn't get together with Leon, then at the very least he would still find ways to relieve his sexual urges, and he certainly enjoyed himself during those encounters.

And at the end of each day, Leon and Caleb would hang out at home, following their same routines, stepping in the same rhythms they'd cultivated over the last 18 years, and acting like nothing was amiss.

Perfectly normal, perfectly regular, nothing out of the ordinary.

But even with his "distractions" and keeping up the appearance that everything was fine, Caleb just couldn't get Leon out of his mind. When he woke up with morning wood, he was thinking of his dad. When Caleb jerked off in the shower, he was imagining Leon's hand wrapped around his cock and pumping it for him. When Caleb was lying in bed at night and cranking one out before going to sleep, he would alternate between visions of himself sucking Leon's dick and getting bred by his father. When he fingered himself and teased his prostate, he imagined it was Leon doing that with his tongue. And when he heard Leon take his showers before work every morning, Caleb wanted nothing more than to sneak in and join his dad for a steamy wash.

He lost count of how many times he looked at the photos of Leon he had saved from their Prowlr conversation--Caleb didn't even need to look at them, every pixel had been engraved in his memory, and yet he couldn't stop ogling the pictures of his dad.

He wanted more...more than pictures, more than fantasies...he wanted Leon.

So, every day during those two weeks, Caleb had checked and refreshed Prowlr almost religiously, looking for his father's profile to reappear--he looked once in the morning, once at around lunchtime, and once in the early afternoon, before Leon would come home. And every time, Caleb would see the same profiles of other black Labradors and everyone else in his area, but never DaddyDoggo.

Until, now at the start of the fifth week of his summer vacation, Caleb opened Prowlr for his early afternoon check...

And there was Leon's profile, 6.3 miles away.

Caleb's heart thumped in his chest and his cock immediately stirred and began to stiffen in his sheath. Leon was using the same profile description and pictures as before, but his chat history was blank--his conversation with Caleb must have automatically cleared out when he deactivated or deleted his profile.

Caleb paused, thinking as clearly as his rising arousal allowed. Well, he'd given Leon two weeks to figure out his next step...maybe he was trying to send a signal by reactivating his profile on Prowlr? If so, then how could Caleb resist reaching out to him again?

Hey there handsome! How are you?

Caleb reviewed the message he'd just sent--it was innocuous, didn't come across too strong or with an agenda...hopefully it would get Leon's attention without scaring him off.

When he didn't receive a response within five minutes, Caleb decided to distract himself with the game on his computer. He wanted to keep his eyes on his phone so badly, to keep refreshing Prowlr for new messages, but he was going to drive himself crazy like that...besides, good things come to those who wait...

Five minutes became half an hour.

Half an hour became an hour and a half.

An hour and a half became three hours.

Bzzzz!

Caleb nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone vibrated at last, but his tail wagged hard and his heart swelled when he saw the notification on his lock screen that he'd been hoping for.

Prowlr: New Message from DaddyDoggo

He paused his computer game before opening the app, where he read Leon's reply.

Hey cutie, been alright. How about you?

It was noncommittal and innocent enough, but at least Leon hadn't immediately blocked him or deleted his profile--Caleb had to take the opportunity before him now.

Not too bad, but hungry for some dick for sure.

Are you looking just for head?

He had to wait a full minute for his father to reply.

For now, yeah.

Caleb got the sense that Leon was trying to be cautious, but with his dick firming up and his sheath swelling, the last thing the teen wanted was for his dad to be cautious--he had to give Leon some bait he knew the old man couldn't resist.

Fortunately, Caleb had saved the pictures he'd taken of himself during his first chat with Leon. He sent them all before he added a new message.

_Nice; would love to get a taste of your meat,

and I loooove sucking down a hot daddy's

load like a good boy._

Caleb could see his dad typing in the app for a minute before Leon's next message came through.

_Mmm, awesome pics, kiddo. You're very

tempting._

Caleb could just imagine his father in his office right now--Leon knew that FreshMeat was his son, but he didn't know that Caleb knew that he was DaddyDoggo. And Leon knew that he was looking at pictures of his boy's mouth and ass; he was probably getting a stiffy in his pants, his knot filling out his sheath and his nuts sore for release...but he just needed one more push to get him over the edge.

Would love to see what you can feed me.

Want to share a pic of that big dick of yours?

If Caleb could get Leon out of his pants and touching himself, then there was a good chance that his dad would start thinking more with his balls than his brain, that Leon would stop thinking about any taboos or morals and only focus on how badly he could wreck his son's ass and ruin Caleb's throat...

But after a minute of waiting, Caleb saw his dad's online status had switched from "Available" to "Away"--Leon must have either signed out or shut down the app.

Caleb bit his lip...well, at least his father had chatted with him and hadn't deactivated his profile. In the meantime, there was nothing else he could do but wait and find something to distract himself from how horned up he'd already gotten just from that short interaction with Leon. After putting his phone in silent mode, Caleb stowed his device in his gym shorts pocket and trudged downstairs to do some of his chores.

It was 4:30 in the afternoon by the time Caleb finished washing the dishes, sweeping the kitchen floor, and wiping down the countertops. He flopped on the couch in the living room, still shirtless and in his gym shorts, and pulled his phone from his pocket. Leon would be home in about half an hour, and Caleb figured that if he hadn't heard from his dad since their earlier conversation, then the two of them would probably follow the same routine they'd been following for the past two weeks, just pretending that everything was normal.

But when Caleb opened Prowlr, he saw two new messages from Leon waiting for him. The boy's eyebrows rose and he reached into his shorts to touch himself as he ogled the piece of media that Leon had shared first; this time, instead of a photo, his dad had sent a short video, just a 10-second clip of him stroking his erection in the bathroom. Leon's paw was wrapped around his throbbing cock, methodically gliding up to the pointed tip before sliding down to the knot, then up again. Caleb could hear the soft fap-fap-fap of his father's hand pumping up and down along his girthy, hefty dick, the rustle of his paw brushing against his pants as he teased himself...a hushed huff of breath...and Leon's low growl of pleasure.

"Oh shit," Caleb breathed to himself, now pushing his own fingers into his sheath to touch his chubbing member.

After watching the video two more times--enough to coax his stiffening dick halfway out of his sheath--Caleb read the follow-up message that Leon had sent.

_Little more than a pic haha. I'm backed up

and need a warm, wet muzzle bad, kiddo._

That was enough to get Caleb's mouth watering, but when he saw that his father's online status was "Available", the engine of his libido roared and he fired off a message as fast as he could type.

_Loooove that dick, and I'd be more than

happy for you to use my muzzle, big guy!

I need a load down my throat just as bad

as you need to empty your balls ;) _

Caleb waited, hardly daring to breathe...but Leon didn't respond for a minute...five...

When he figured that Leon wasn't going to respond anytime soon, Caleb laid his phone down on his chest and consciously breathed, trying to calm himself down. It was getting close to the end of the work day, so Leon would be wrapping things up in his office and getting ready to come home...and the teen had no idea what was going to happen then. All he could do was hurry up and wait.

To pass the time, Caleb turned on the TV and found a game show he could partly pay attention to. Every few minutes, though, he opened and refreshed Prowlr, checking for any recent activity from Leon.

Another half hour crept by before Caleb saw his dad's profile finally refresh.

DaddyDoggo--49, 1.6 miles away

Caleb's heart pounded hard in his chest; Leon was coming home. His tail wagged and his cock twitched in his gym shorts...but he trembled as he lay on the couch, his nerves showing at last. He was excited, terrified, out-of-his-mind horny, and so anxious he felt like he was on the verge of exploding. But Caleb focused on breathing, trying to keep calm while he stared at his phone screen, paying no attention at all to the show playing on the TV.

He refreshed Leon's profile after another five minutes.

DaddyDoggo--49, 0.2 miles away

For a moment, Caleb thought about what he should do. Should he go up to his room and play on his computer to make everything seem normal? Should he stay down here on the couch and keep watching TV like nothing was wrong? Should he stay on the couch but strip and let his dad find him here naked as soon as he entered the house? Should he go up to Leon's room to surprise him? He was frozen with indecision for a couple minutes, too excited and scared and antsy and horny to do anything...but then decided to stay put.

He'd let Leon take the lead.

And speaking of Leon, Caleb soon heard his father's car pull up in the driveway in front of the house...

But Leon didn't get out of the car, and he didn't come through the front door--the older Labrador must have been sitting in his SUV.

Nervous, Caleb refreshed his father's profile again.

DaddyDoggo--49, <500 feet away.

Caleb gulped. If Leon had checked who had viewed his profile, he would have seen that Caleb was looking at him. But...was Leon looking at Caleb?

The teen lying on the couch navigated to his viewers. And there, at the top of the screen:

Viewed you just now: DaddyDoggo

His heart was hammering against his ribs and his legs trembled, but Caleb kept his composure when he heard Leon open and close his car door...and then come through the front door of the house.

"Cal, you home?" Leon called as he tossed his keys onto the table in the foyer.

"Yeah, living room!" Caleb replied. He shoved his phone in his pocket and raised his arms to pillow his head in his hands, trying to project the sense that he was just relaxing casually and not at all worrying about what Leon was going to say or do next.

The older Labrador stepped into the living room doorway--Leon's shirt was untucked, his tie was loose around his neck, and he still held his briefcase. He looked like a man who had wandered into a store and forgotten what he'd come to buy.

"You...have a good day?" Leon asked, now actually sounding like he was forcing himself to be casual.

Caleb nodded in the same intentional manner, following his dad's course of action. "Yeah, not too bad. I, uh, took care of the kitchen like you asked."

Leon nodded back at him. "Great, thanks...I'm, uh...I'm gonna go get changed." He stepped away from the door, but then quickly returned. "Oh! Uh...pizza for dinner?"

Caleb smiled. "Yeah! That's good with me."

"Good...good," Leon said more to himself, as if he were in a daze, before he turned and headed for the stairs.

Caleb kept his eyes on the TV, but he was hardly watching the show at all. Instead, he listened intently as Leon trudged upstairs...and padded down the hall to his room. Leon's footsteps faded as he moved out of Caleb's range of hearing, but Caleb still kept perfectly still on the couch, trying to discern what, if anything, his dad was doing. He imagined that Leon was taking off his work clothes and changing into his typical home outfit of gym shorts and one of his old t-shirts...maybe taking an extra moment to look at his phone...

After a couple minutes, the teen couldn't resist. He checked his viewers on Prowlr again...

And sure enough, he saw that Leon had looked at his profile once more just now. Caleb tapped on his father's profile, to let Leon know that he was looking at him, too.

And this time, Leon's profile stayed visible. He hadn't deactivated it or deleted it, his photos were still present for Caleb to look at, and their recent chat history was still available. Caleb took a breath to steady himself...

Then, after another ten minutes of waiting and simply staring at his father's Prowlr profile, he heard Leon walking down the hallway again. Leon's footsteps sounded heavily on the stairs as he descended...and then there he was in the living room doorway again.

Caleb's eyes widened in mild surprise; his dad was wearing gym shorts like usual, but this time there was no shirt covering his chest and belly. Leon's pecs and gut were hanging out on full display for Caleb, and Caleb's heart skipped a beat as he took in the sight of his father's shirtless body. He was just so handsome and sexy, perfectly thick and burly, looking so strong and yet so sweet...just the sight of Leon without a shirt on was enough to make Caleb's dick stir with awe and arousal in his sheath...

Shirtless himself and still lying on the couch, Caleb did his best to cover his reaction and pretend he had barely registered Leon's appearance, quickly flicking his eyes back to the TV.

"I got us a pepperoni and some breadsticks, should be here in about 30 minutes," Leon said, scratching his stomach.

Caleb nodded casually. "Cool, thanks."

Leon hesitated...and then began walking towards the couch.

Caleb looked up, his breath catching in his throat. Was...was Leon coming in to kiss him? Should he sit up and get ready to pull his dad's shorts down? Should he--

Leon bypassed the couch and headed for the kitchen door behind Caleb.

Caleb exhaled, a surge of relief washing through him. As horny as his dad made him, and as much as he had recently fantasized about Leon, Caleb didn't know if he was actually ready for the older Labrador to just swoop in and take him. Yes, it would have been incredibly hot to just have that happen, but Caleb's nerves were enough to give him just the slightest hint of fear and doubt.

In the kitchen, Caleb heard his dad open the refrigerator...pull out a couple of glass bottles...and close the fridge again.

Fzt! Fzt!

Bottle tops popped off...and Leon padded back into the living room, a bottle of beer in each hand. He paused by the couch, beside Caleb's head, and lowered one of the bottles down by his son's face.

"Here."

Caleb, now genuinely surprised, looked up at the beer he was being offered, then at Leon, puzzled. "Oh! Are...are you sure?"

Leon shrugged. "Eh, you're gonna be starting college soon, might as well let you drink safely here."

Caleb grinned, then nodded and took the cold bottle of beer his dad had given him. Leon offhandedly clinked his bottle against Caleb's and took a sip as he sauntered over to his cushy leather chair and ottoman by the sofa, which he settled into with a contented sigh.

"Aahhh...what are we watching?" Leon asked before taking another sip of his beer.

Caleb sat up on the couch so he could both get a better view of his father and get a better sip from his own beer bottle. "Eh, just some trash...got anything in mind?"

Leon shrugged and scratched his chest absently. "Don't know...maybe 'Flipping Wars'?"

Caleb chuckled. "Yeah, that's good with me."

He used the remote to switch over to the home improvement channel, which was currently playing a house renovation competition show both he and Leon enjoyed from time to time. Tonight, the teams were remodeling a trio of beach houses outside of Elleston--updated homes there went for millions of dollars, and the team that turned the largest profit would be declared the winner.

"Oh man...that place looks awful," Leon remarked when the first team did a walkthrough of their property for the cameras.

"Yeah...who lives in a place like that?" Caleb shook his head in disbelief as he took in the sight of the tacky wallpaper, the cramped and extremely outdated kitchen, and the hideous bathrooms.

"People with veeeeery questionable judgment," Leon chuckled. He sipped his beer again before he asked, "Ah, by the way..."

Caleb perked up--for a split second, he thought Leon was about to broach the topic he was both dreading and looking forward to.

"Did you take care of that dorm waiver for GBU?"

"Huh? Oh!" Caleb relaxed, realizing his dad was going to keep flying under the radar for at least a while longer. How much longer, Caleb didn't know, but he'd play along...and besides, it almost felt like they were talking normally again, not like there was an invisible, tense barrier between them that they had to tiptoe around. "Uuuuuh...not yet?" Caleb answered sheepishly--there was so much paperwork he had to submit for his first year at Grafton Bay University, and he'd lost track of his deadlines for submitting it all.

Leon sighed. "Uuuugh...you've got until the end of this week for it, right?"

"I...think so?"

"Caaaal..."

"I'm pretty sure the deadline's the end of the week, I'll check. I'll get it done, I swear!" Caleb promised before taking another swig of his beer.

"You're not gonna procrastinate this much when you're actually in classes, are you?" Leon asked, glancing over at Caleb with a knowing look in his eye.

"I'm...not going to make any promises I can't keep," Caleb quipped diplomatically.

"Ha! Alright, but I don't want you to make a habit out of it--remember the deal? I want to see A's and B's or I'm going to start charging you rent while you're living here," Leon told him.

"But I can't pay rent!"

"It's called 'getting a job', kiddo--you're gonna get one anyway." Leon took a big gulp of his beer before he continued, "Speaking of, any progress there?"

"Uh, some," Caleb replied evasively. He'd still been casually perusing possible jobs to apply to, but he wasn't ready to get the ball fully rolling on that particular task until he was closer to starting classes in the fall.

"Some?" Leon repeated, probing.

"I've had...other stuff to do."

"Mm...yeah, I get that," Leon murmured. He chuckled, then took another sip from his bottle. "What else do you have to submit? You already took care of your medical records, right?"

The two Labradors continued chatting about Caleb's progress on preparing for college, before eventually switching topics to Leon's work, and then eventually circling back to critiquing the designers on the show they were watching on TV. As they talked and drank their beers, Caleb managed to steal a few glances at Leon, taking his chances when his father wasn't looking.

"I know you don't want to wake up early, but you should try registering for at least two classes that start before 10 AM," Leon advised, his eyes on his beer bottle while Caleb stared at the thickset canine's firm pectorals and the swell of his belly.

"Oh, Peter's always causing problems like that; honestly, he should have been fired a long time ago," Leon griped after recounting a nasty situation with a coworker. He had closed his eyes and was rubbing his temples while Caleb gazed at Leon's crotch--in the loose, thin fabric of the older Labrador's gym shorts, the teen could make out the silhouette of his father's full sheath and heavy balls.

"Are you kidding me? How could you possibly think that's a good idea, it's going to look like someone smeared crap all over the wall!" Leon pointed out when a designer showed off their choice of wallpaper for their house's updated bathroom. As Leon was staring at the TV, Caleb saw that his father's free hand had settled in his lap, his fingers just millimeters away from his crotch.

However, while Caleb had been surreptitiously ogling his father, he was pretty sure Leon was eyeing him whenever he could, too. For instance, when Caleb shifted on the couch to sit up further, his waistband slipped down slightly, just to the top of his groin, and Leon's eyes flicked to the area for less than a second, but enough for Caleb to figure that his old man liked the view. There was another moment when Caleb had been drinking his beer, he could feel Leon watching the way his lips latched around the mouth of his bottle and the way his throat bobbed as he drank...and there was another instance when Caleb had been lazily scratching his chest and stomach, he was certain that his dad was looking at his more defined muscles...

But 30 minutes came and went with the two Labradors idly chatting and trying to covertly spy on one another. Caleb could feel the beer in his system making him just a little lightheaded and more relaxed, and he wondered if Leon was feeling the same, maybe enough to start talking about what was going on between them on Prowlr...

Ding-dong!

"Ooh, pizza!" Leon pushed himself out of his chair.

"Do you want--"

"Nah, I got it, you stay there," the older canine told his son as he strode out of the living room to the foyer.

Caleb heard his father thank the delivery driver and receive the pizza at the front door. Leon then made his way to the kitchen, where Caleb heard him pull out a couple plates from one of the cabinets...yank some paper towels from the holder next to the sink...and grab another beer from the fridge, which he opened before finally returning to the living room.

"Hey, where's my beer?" Caleb asked when he saw that Leon had only procured another bottle for himself.

"One is plenty for you tonight, kiddo," Leon chuckled kindly. He set the pizza box, breadstick bag, plates, and paper towel napkins on the coffee table in front of the sofa before he patted Caleb's thigh--his broad, heavy hand lingered on his son's leg for just a fraction of a second longer than usual, enough to give Caleb the impression that his father was feeling him up.

It felt nice...fuck, it felt amazing...intimate...

"Alright, scoot up, squirt, make some room," Leon said with a grin.

"Heh, fiiiiine," Caleb playfully grumbled, moving his legs out of the way so Leon could sit next to him on the couch.

The older, larger Labrador practically crashed onto the sofa, bumping Caleb's side and sitting close enough for their thighs and legs to rest firmly against one another. Caleb's stomach flipped--he'd been physically close to his dad like this before, and he'd refused to make a big deal out of it when he'd first started harboring his one-sided desire for Leon. But now...now he knew that his dad wanted him, too...and having this kind of underlying tension sitting between them was enough to make Caleb giggle, both out of nerves and glee...which, in turn, made Leon chuckle.

"You good?" he asked, nudging Caleb.

"Y-yeah...yeah, I'm good," Caleb replied, nudging Leon back.

The two of them sat close together like that, their tails wagging behind them as they scarfed down their pizza and watched their show.

But Leon didn't put out any further signals. He simply drank his beer, ate his pizza and breadsticks, and remained in place next to Caleb. He wasn't exactly tense, but he wasn't fully relaxed either...Caleb got the sense that his dad was still thinking about his next step here, still formulating a plan, on the edge of something, but not quite ready to execute. There were a few moments when Caleb considered playing a little footsie with his dad or resting a hand on his father's thigh, but if Leon still wanted to be casual and intentionally leave the elephant in the room unaddressed for a while longer, then it probably wouldn't be ideal to force it until he was ready...even if they both had some beer in their systems to get them loosened up. Maybe Leon was still a little nervous, maybe he was just enjoying a moment of calm and fun with his son, or maybe he just wasn't sure how to get started, Caleb didn't know.

Caleb was, however, doing everything he could not to get noticeably hard in his gym shorts right next to his dad. His sheath practically ached from the wood that was chubbing up inside it, and Caleb wanted to touch himself so badly. Every so often, he would innocuously glance down and catch a peek of his dad's crotch; Leon's bulge looked so big in his gym shorts, but not enough for him to be sporting a full erection. The two of them were turned on, that was for sure, but they were both trying to resist making their arousals more obvious...

Eventually, though, the pizza box was empty, there were no breadsticks left, Leon had finished his second beer, and Caleb was starting to think that if his dad hadn't made a move by now, he probably still needed some more time to think. The two canines still sat side-by-side on the couch, shirtless and sporting semis under their respective gym shorts...and it was only when the current episode of "Flipping Wars" ended that Caleb took action.

"Well, I think I'm gonna head up, maybe play a little bit before I turn in," Caleb said as he rose from the couch.

"Ah, you sure?" Leon asked, looking up at his son with what looked like a mixture of relief and interest, masked behind casual indifference.

Caleb nodded. "Yeah...let me know if you need anything, though. Here, I'll take the box and stuff..."

Dutifully, Caleb gathered the empty pizza box, breadstick bag, plates, and used paper towel napkins and ferried everything into the kitchen while Leon kicked back and relaxed on the couch. After putting the box and bag in the recycling bin, tossing the paper towels in the trash, and placing the plates in the sink, Caleb took a moment to glance into the living room once more, looking at the back of Leon's head while his father switched channels to the evening news. In his mind's eye, Caleb could see himself as a youngster innocently sitting up late with his dad, the two of them watching the news together or flipping channels to some other show...and then the vision changed, to him now at 18, crawling onto the couch so he could plant his face in Leon's crotch and nuzzling into his father's gym shorts, to help him unwind even more from a long word day...

And Caleb knew his dad would want him; Leon just needed a little more time to think...and maybe a subtle nudge in the right direction...

Caleb smirked to himself as he started forming an idea of what to do.

The teen padded from the kitchen to the foyer, purposely avoiding the living room and taking the long way to the stairs, just to give Leon more time by himself. He trudged upstairs and to his room, although he left his door ajar. Caleb settled down at his desk and pulled out his phone--he set a timer for five minutes, then set his phone down and booted up the game he'd been playing.

Five minutes flashed by before Caleb could even get to the next checkpoint of his game, but when his phone started buzzing, he paused his progress and opened Prowlr again. He saw his father's profile right beneath his own, still less than 500 feet away.

Caleb tapped on Leon's profile, viewing the photos he'd long since committed to memory and rereading the chat history that he knew by heart. This way, if Leon checked his own profile viewers, he'd see that Caleb had recently looked at him again--it was dropping just enough of a hint without being too overt.

And, sure enough, after another ten minutes had passed...

Bzzzz!

Caleb paused his game again when he saw the notification he'd been waiting for.

Prowlr: New Message from DaddyDoggo

Caleb navigated to Prowlr and opened his dad's latest message.

Hey

His heart pumping faster and harder than ever, Caleb paused for a moment. His dad, who was sitting downstairs and watching the news, had just messaged him on Prowlr, now knowing that Caleb knew that they were both under the same roof.

This was the point of no return, and Caleb's dick was swiftly swelling to full mast out of his sheath.

Hey there

A minute passed.

And another.

So...

His breathing much faster now from nerves and excitement, Caleb waited for his dad to continue, but the next message he received wasn't a text.

Instead, Leon had sent a picture: It was a selfie he must have just taken, because he was lying on the couch--on the couch that Caleb had vacated less than 20 minutes ago. His shorts were pulled halfway down his thighs to show off his stiff dick, with his knot still in his sheath now, and his balls nestled between his partly spread legs...

And Leon had included a clear view of his stomach, chest, and head; Caleb could see his father's face now.

Leon wore a sneaky and enticing grin, as if he was enjoying the fact that he was finally doing this.

Still interested...kiddo?

"Hmmmmf!" Caleb forced himself to keep quiet, practically shoving his fist into his mouth to muffle his scream of joy. He felt about ready to faint, he was so ecstatic and horned up--a huge explosion of nerves had finally gone off after being trapped in a pressure cooker for so long, and at last...at fucking last!

Oh yeah

Caleb set his phone on his desk and sat back in his chair, unsure of what to do next. No way could he go back to playing his game now...so, should he go downstairs? Or wait here for Leon to come get him, or--

No.

Caleb held still--he'd just heard movement from the living room below. Leon had pushed himself up from the couch...and he was coming up the stairs.

Caleb felt like he had a thousand horses stampeding in his chest, his heart was beating so rapidly. His member had formed a tent in his shorts, his tail wagged furiously, and his whole body was simultaneously tingling and burning up.

Leon's heavy footsteps came closer...up the stairs...and down the hall...past Caleb's slightly open door...and farther down the hall, into his own bedroom.

Caleb heard the fwump of Leon sitting on his bed, and then...

"Cal," Leon called, his voice husky.

Caleb could hardly believe his ears when he heard his father's voice, and could hardly recognize himself as he called back uncertainly, "Yeah?"

"You, uh...heh, you wanna come here?"

His hands lightly trembled as he put them on the armrests of his chair, but Caleb took a breath, steeling himself, and resolutely pushed himself up from his seat.

"Yeah," he called again, his voice steady and sure now.

Caleb padded out of his bedroom and down the hall, his erection practically leading the way beneath his shorts. His dad's door was open at the end of the hallway; Leon's room was dimly lit, Caleb guessed that his father had only turned on the lamp on his bedside table...even though he walked evenly and confidently, Caleb's heart was pounding in the back of his throat when he realized that Leon had set the mood to be more intimate, more...romantic? Or, conversely, what he was about to do with Caleb was something shameful that he couldn't resist but wanted to keep hidden in the semi-dark.

No...there was no shame at all on Leon's face when Caleb stepped into his bedroom. Instead, when Caleb entered the room, he saw his father sitting at the foot of his bed, sporting a tent of his own in his shorts and a goofy, disbelieving smile on his lips. Leon might have been thinking "oh shit, what the hell am I doing, fuck, this is so hot", but Caleb couldn't see any shame in his father's facial features.

Caleb couldn't help but emit a small titter of nerves and excitement as he stood in front of Leon, the impossible-to-hide tent in his gym shorts pointing at his father who sat on the bed.

"So..." Leon trailed off, unsure of how to begin.

Caleb hesitated...then just had to break the tension, had to finally start giving words to the obvious, had to finally ask the question that was on the tip of his tongue. "I...heh, this is...look, are you okay with this?"

Leon cocked his head, looking up at his son. "I..." He sighed, rolled his eyes, and shrugged, then nodded--all signs that he'd given in, that he was accepting the situation...no, surrendering to it...no, embracing it when he said at last, "Ah, fuck it, I'll be more okay with it with your lips around my dick."

Caleb barked with laughter--the tension broke. Leon was his dad, yes, but he was also a man, plain and simple. "Ha! Man, you weren't kidding about being backed up and needing a mouth badly, huh?"

Leon groaned. "Oooh, it's been rough. I haven't cum in a week."

Caleb's eyes widened. Did Leon just mean to say that he had seven days' worth of cum to blow? "A-a week? What--why?"

"Because every time I tried jerking off since we first talked, I couldn't stop thinking about you!" Leon said in a rush, as if doing everything he could to speak before he stopped himself. Clearly, the beer's he'd had earlier that evening had helped loosen his tongue, and his arousal was helping even more, but he still had some lingering nerves of his own to work through. With effort, Leon continued, "I-I...when you first messaged me, I didn't know it was you, but I wanted you, and then when I figured it out, I panicked, but I still wanted...I...well, I liked fantasizing about it two weeks ago, and I know it's not right--you're my kid, for crying out loud! And when I was seriously thinking about it last week, that's when I started having some trouble, but I still..."

Caleb could see where his dad was going, and realized the time had come at last for him to start being more forward, to start helping Leon along to where they were ultimately headed. "Well, if it helps, I've been thinking about you, too," Caleb took up. He took a breath and continued, "And wanted you...for a lot longer than just the last two weeks."

Leon sat up a little straighter on the bed, intrigued by his son's confession. "How...how long?"

Caleb bit his lip, then merely said, "Longer than two weeks." There was no need to give his dad an exact timeline, not right now. That could wait for later...if there was a later.

"What, a month?" Leon prodded.

Caleb tilted his head and smirked suggestively

There was a heavy pause between them...and then Leon's eyebrows rose in surprise when he realized Caleb had meant much, much longer than two weeks.

"Oh...I...well, Cal, I-I--"

As Leon started searching for the right words, Caleb's instincts were begging him to take action now. This was the moment, the perfect moment, to take the lead and start doing what he'd been fantasizing about for so long.

Not quite believing what he was doing, Caleb got down on his knees on the floor, right in front of Leon...between his dad's spread legs. Leon fell silent when his son placed his hands on the tops of his thighs and looked up at him, wide-eyed and hopeful...and hungry.

"Do you want to do this, Dad?" Caleb asked, his voice soft and subtly pleading.

Leon hesitated...took a breath...and exhaled as he smiled and put a hand on his son's head.

"Yes." His tone was just as soft, but his one word was radiant with paternal approval, need for himself, excitement, and the desire to make his son happy through this unique bonding activity.

Caleb's tail wagged hard and his stomach flipped.

Wump-wump-wump-wump!

Caleb giggled when he realized his dad's tail was wagging, too, thumping against the mattress behind him.

Father and son were both ready...all they had to do was start.

"Okay..." Caleb, still on his knees, reached for the waistband of Leon's shorts, his hands imperceptibly shaking.

When his fingers curled around the elastic band, Caleb paused. His knuckles were pushed against his father's gut, the heels of his palms on Leon's hips, and his elbows on top of the older canine's thighs. His father's body was so warm, his fur so soft...and he was so close to exposing Leon's privates...all Caleb had to do was pull down...

Leon had removed his hand from the top of Caleb's head, and now both of his paws settled around his son's. Not to push his paws away, but to keep them steady, to hold them in place, to convey his support...to help him. Caleb looked up at Leon again, and his dad gazed steadily back down at him.

"It's alright, son...do it," Leon murmured encouragingly. "Take 'em off for your old man."

Caleb grinned. "Heh, alright."

Together, Caleb pulled and Leon pushed. At the same time, Leon rose up on his feet slightly to allow his shorts to slide down his legs.

Inch by inch, the older canine's hips and pelvis were laid bare, then his thighs, and with them...his groin.

Leon's dick sprang free from the confines of his shorts, a deep, fleshy purple, canine shaft that bulged and throbbed with his arousal. The pointed tip speared upward like a lightning rod, with the small, circular opening of Leon's urethra visible. His knot was still trapped in his sheath, the large, apple-sized bulge filling out the tight pocket of flesh and fur. His balls, plump as a pair of particularly fat strawberries, hung heavily beneath his sheath, between his black-furred legs...

The pictures that Leon had sent to Caleb didn't do his manhood justice. As Caleb finished pulling his father's shorts down to his ankles, he kept his eyes on Leon's cock and balls, simply awestruck by the older canine's six inches of exposed, girthy meat, while the remaining three inches was still locked away in his sheath. This was his first in-person, up-close view of his dad's privates, and it was as if he was looking at a grand mountain he had only ever seen on postcards--even with his knot still in his sheath, Leon's dick looked even fatter than Caleb recalled from the pictures. The teen was simply astounded by the dimension, the sheer heft, the unfiltered beauty...fuck, there was no other word for his dad's manhood besides "incredible".

"Wow..." Caleb breathed, taking in the sight of Leon's exposed crotch.

"Heh, you like what you see, kiddo?" Leon asked, a little abashed, a little proud.

"Oh yeah...it's even better than the pictures."

Leon chuckled. "I had a lot of fun taking those for you."

"Oh really? I never would've thought," Caleb said sarcastically with a wink while he rubbed Leon's inner thighs.

His father laughed. "Ha! Hard to believe, I know...ah, man, still, I'm glad you like this big ol' thing." He grunted as he shook his shorts off of his ankles, now fully naked. He sat back on the bed, giving Caleb more of a view of himself, before he continued, his voice low now. "That's the dick that made you."

Caleb nearly swooned and his own member twitched in his gym shorts. Leon was right--that was the hot, throbbing, male sex that he had erupted from when his father busted a nut 18 years ago. And now here he was, eye-level with it...and he had to touch it, to feel it in his hand at long last.

Before Leon could say or do anything else, Caleb reached forward and gently wrapped his paw around the thick cock. The teen could hardly believe it; his dad was so heavy in his hand, so girthy, and so warm. Leon's exposed skin was smooth and buttery under his fingers, and as Caleb just held the shaft like a trophy, he could feel the pulse of his father's heart, the beat of his arousal and love. He lightly squeezed, feeling just how firm his father's erection was...and he grinned when Leon's cock flexed in his hand.

Caleb's mouth was dry, but he managed to breathe, "Fuck, it's so big...you're so big, Dad."

Leon smirked. "Heh, thanks, kiddo. It's all yours...same with these big balls I've got." He wagged his hips slightly, making his balls sway back and forth just enough to draw Caleb's eye. "That's where I carried you before shooting you out...you came from good breeding stock, son."

"Hell yeah, I did...fuck, you're a stud, Dad," Caleb murmured, lightly pulling his hand up along Leon's shaft, and then down to rest just above his still-sheathed knot.

Leon snickered, then nodded. "How about you get better reacquainted with the place you came from?"

Caleb grinned. "Yes, sir!"

Without needing any further instruction, Caleb rose up on his knees just enough to nudge the tip of his father's dick with his nose. He gently rubbed his nose against Leon's member, savoring the musky smell that seeped into his nostrils and the heat he felt against his own bare skin...before he kissed it, delicately smooching the top of his father's pecker enough to get a taste of the lingering, acrid traces of his piss that still clung to his urethral opening.

"Mmmm," Leon softly moaned at the intimate touch of his son's lips and tongue.

Caleb then sank down again, settling on his knees low enough for his muzzle to be level with Leon's testicles. In their black-furred scrotum, his father's nuts looked so delicious, so mouthwateringly juicy, so full...and, as Caleb licked his lips, he realized that he now had the chance to do something he'd been dreaming of for a long, long time.

The teen leaned in close...closer...and face-planted in Leon's crotch, pushing his muzzle right up against his father's balls and smushing his closed eyes into the base of his dad's sheath. He cupped Leon's balls in his hands and pressed them even closer to his nostrils as he inhaled deeply, getting a strong, potent whiff of his father's body odor. Leon smelled of sweat and cedar, with just the right hints of spice and tang; his balls were pungent with his musk, heavily laden with the testosterone and virility of an older, mature, beefcake of a man who could easily sire another fifty pups in a weekend if he wanted...and Caleb wanted all fifty of his potential brothers shot into himself. He wanted Leon to pump him full of his seed like he'd baste a turkey at Thanksgiving, he wanted to chug every ounce of cum he could milk from his father's balls, he wanted to be Leon's personal cumdump, nothing more than a receptacle for his dad to empty his balls into...

"Uuuugh fuuuuck," Caleb breathed in between sniffs and huffs of his father's testicles before he started kissing and licking them.

"Mmf! Ooh, heh...you like worshiping your old man's nuts, huh?" Leon chuckled, clearly enjoying the treatment that Caleb was giving him.

"Hooo, hell yes...mmf...nguuuh..." Caleb groaned as he kept slobbering over his father's fat puppy-makers. "You don't...know how many times...I've wanted to just shove my face...into your crotch," he grunted between desperate huffs, sniffs, and kisses. He was sloppily making out with Leon's balls, tilting his head from side to side to cover every centimeter of his father's scrotum, and nuzzling his nose deep into the crevices of the older canine's pelvis. He slurped in between Leon's legs, planting plenty of kisses in his hip joints and even getting into his dad's taint, where the smell of the older Labrador's musk drove him even crazier. "Uuungh...or how much I've wanted to...do this."

Caleb opened his mouth...and, feeling like a snake devouring a couple of large eggs, he wrapped his lips around Leon's balls, working them past his jaws so they filled his muzzle and pushed down on his tongue.

"Whooaa...oooh, shit," Leon grunted as Caleb began sucking on his balls.

He leaned back on the bed, just enjoying the sensation of having his son's tongue slathering his nuts with spit and the vacuum pressure of his progeny sucking on his testicles like he was savoring a pair of oversized dumplings.

"Ungh...ah, damn, Cal, you're good at that..."

Caleb huffed around the sizable nuts in his mouth, sucking and slurping on them as he gently tugged them away from Leon's groin, then leaned in again, teasing his father further with just the right amount of tension on his balls. As he did so, he heard Leon's soft, intermittent grunts and exhales of pleasure. Caleb grinned with Leon's balls in his muzzle, glad that he could make his father feel so good. And the young man was enjoying himself immensely, too; his dick was practically straining against his gym shorts by now, his knot almost uncomfortably stretching his sheath.

Caleb carried on sucking his dad's nuts, losing track of time as he dragged his tongue over, under, and around them. He huffed more of Leon's scent as he worked the balls in his mouth, drinking in as much of his father's body odor as he could get. The aroma was intoxicating, and the balls in Caleb's mouth were so delicious, he just had to keep slurping and suckling on them. Caleb would have swallowed his father's nuts if he could, but he contented himself with bathing them in his muzzle and rolling his tongue around them, tugging on them with his mouth, and gently biting down just enough to tease Leon some more, before...

Plop!

Caleb opened his mouth and released Leon's testicles. They hung heavily as ever from Leon's groin; the fur of his scrotum was soaked with Caleb's drool, which dripped down to the floor.

Leon grunted and huffed; his large belly was rising and falling faster now, and his dick was twitching more frequently from his son's stimulation. "Damn...who taught you how to suck a pair of balls like that? I need to thank them...maybe after chewing them out for violating my son like that."

Caleb smirked up at his dad. "Heh, I figured that out on my own...wish you'd been the one to teach me, though."

Leon grinned back down at his son. "Ah, I'd say you're doing good and making up for lost time."

Caleb nodded, then chuckled. "But, you know, I seem to remember you saying you'd teach me how to deepthroat a man's dick properly...and I'm gonna be ready to learn pretty soon..."

Leon couldn't respond with more than a pleasured grunt as Caleb leaned in and nuzzled his groin, rubbing his nose against his father's sheath. Caleb worked his way up from Leon's balls and over the engorged lump of his knot...and then up to the rim of the black-furred sheath. Like a sniffer dog, the teen quickly huffed and snuffled and licked around the tight opening that was stretching around his father's shaft; Leon's musk was especially concentrated here. It was a pungent flavor profile, with just enough of a sourness mixed with salt and spice that made Caleb hunger for more. He kept sniffing, kept huffing, kept shoving his nose and the tip of his tongue against the opening of Leon's sheath...before he finally started worming his tongue past the tight, fleshy rim and into the confines of his father's sheath.

"Ooooh, shiiiit, Cal!" Leon hissed as Caleb's tongue snaked into the cramped space between his knot and the delicate inner lining of his sheath.

Caleb grunted proudly, satisfied with his father's reaction, before he started swirling his tongue back and forth along the underside of Leon's knot. His father's heartbeat was even stronger here, in the fat, swollen orb at the base of his dick; Leon's body heat was more intense, too, and the delicate, thin, and slippery inner lining of his sheath slid smoothly against the underside of Caleb's tongue while the topside of his muscle curled around the older canine's knot. But what Caleb truly loved here was the taste he was getting: sweat, testosterone, hints of piss, precum, and just the faintest cheesy stench of the tight, steamy bodily crevice. His father's sheath was intoxicating, so much so that Caleb wanted to completely shove his nose inside the fleshy housing to get more of that perfect cocktail of bittersweet, musky flavor he licked and slurped up with his tongue.

"Hmmmmfff," Caleb huffed.

"Ooooh yeah, son...clean out Daddy's sheath, just like that," Leon moaned encouragingly.

Caleb pressed hard with his tongue, forcing the pad of muscle to spread and maximize the surface area of contact between his tongue and Leon's sheath and knot. He slurped and lapped fervently inside his father's sheath, pushing deep into the narrow crevice between the fleshy housing and the bulbous knot within it. He dragged his tongue over the smooth, buttery skin and wedged his muscle in and down, reaching as far as he could to get to the root of his dad's cock, to get to the source of his musk. As he worked, Caleb's tail wagged happily--feeling the textures of his father's more intimate space was like a dream come true, and Caleb kept rooting around in Leon's sheath like a happy pig at a trough.

Leon squirmed and moaned under his son's ministrations, shuddering every so often when Caleb slurped over a particularly sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh man...oh fuck, son...you're...ungh! You're way too good at that...ungh, shit, that's amazing," Leon groaned.

Caleb practically devoured his father's musk and sweat inside his sheath, replacing it with his own saliva. His tongue slipped and slid around Leon's knot and flexed against the sides of his sheath, helping to stretch it even wider around the sizable bulge still trapped within it.

"Oh yeah...ungh, just like that, Cal, help me out," Leon murmured. He put his hand back on Caleb's head, tenderly caressing his son. "Help Daddy out of his sheath...get my knot free..."

"Mmmm," Caleb moaned wordlessly at his father's encouragement.

Using his tongue, muzzle, and hands, Caleb did as Leon requested, still slurping away at the older canine's fat knot while he stretched the sheath from the inside and pushed the rim of the fleshy pocket down. Millimeter by millimeter, Caleb worked his father's sheath down, pulling it around the upper portion of his knot and exposing the top of the bulb like he was unearthing an onion. The top third of the wide purple knot was soon revealed, glistening with Caleb's spit.

"That's it, keep going," Leon whimpered.

The teen tugged little by little, stretching the opening of his father's sheath wider around the circumference of his knot...and wider...and then...

"Ungh!" Leon grunted gutturally when, in an instant, his knot popped out of his sheath; the empty pocket of flesh and fur tightly hugged around the lowermost reach of his cock, surrounding the root.

"Fuuuuck," Caleb mused admiringly. His tongue now forced out of his father's sheath, he sat back for a moment just to stare at Leon's cock.

The older canine's knot looked even more swollen now that it was fully free and pushing down on top of his sheath, and at its full nine inches, Leon's canine dick stood proudly erect, engorged and bulbous as it stiffly throbbed.

Leon huffed lightly, but he grinned slyly as he kept his legs spread and nodded down at his son.

"Well?"

Caleb smirked--he didn't need any more prompting from his dad to finally live out one of his fantasies. He rose up on his knees enough to position his lips just above the tip of Leon's cock, and then opened his jaws wide enough to show off the inside of his muzzle for his father. Caleb exhaled, pushing a teasing puff of hot, humid breath down over his father's sensitive member, which throbbed again...and then sank down, sealing his lips around Leon's cock as he did so.

"Hmmmm!" Caleb moaned as he lowered his head, his father's length entering his muzzle.

"Uuuuungh, fuuuuck, son," Leon groaned, leaning back again and luxuriating in the pleasure of Caleb taking him into his mouth.

Caleb's eyes rolled back in pleasure as his father's cock easily slid over his tongue. The smooth skin, the subtle contours of Leon's bulging shaft, the texture of his prominent vein running along the side, the heat that radiated from every inch...it was simply perfect. Caleb lowered his head further, all the way down until his nose bumped against the swollen apple of Leon's knot, and the tip of his father's cock tickled the back of his throat. Leon's shaft filled his mouth and kept his jaws spread to their maximum, but Caleb kept his lips sealed around his father's erection and set to work rubbing his tongue up and down along the pulsating member.

"Ungh...oh yeah, that's niiiice," Leon breathed. "Mmmm, it's so hot feeling your tongue like that...oooh, right there, that's a good spot, kiddo."

Caleb huffed and grinned around the thick shaft in his muzzle--he'd just pushed his tongue against the underside of his dad's dick, midway down his shaft. Caleb slowly began to wag his tongue back and forth over the sensitive zone, teasing Leon to the point of making his father flex in his mouth.

"Ooooh yeah...mmm, that's a good boy..."

Caleb's tail wagged at his dad's praise, and he continued lapping away while he suckled on Leon's member.

Leon sighed and kept his legs spread as he relaxed on the bed, still sitting up but reclining as far as his arms would allow while he could still watch Caleb. His breath caught in his throat every so often, and as he huffed and growled and grunted in pleasure, his belly rose and fell erratically.

"Damn...your lips are so soft...and your tongue and mouth...like satin," Leon breathed, unable to stop the compliments from rolling out.

"Mmmhmmm!" Caleb grunted happily before he pulled back and released his father's dick with a wet pop. "Hooo...you taste so good, Dad...and your cock's so big and juicy..."

"Heh, you like sucking your old man's meat, huh?" Leon asked in a horny stupor.

Caleb answered by enthusiastically engulfing his dad's cock once more in his muzzle, earning a pleasured moan from the older dog.

"Hooooo, yeeeeeaaaah..."

This time, Caleb began to bob his head up and down, concentrating on settling into a methodical rhythm.

Glulk...glulk...glulk...glulk...glulk...

He kept his lips sealed to form a vacuum; he sank down low enough for his dad's cock to press against his tonsils, then rose up until Leon was halfway out of his mouth. Saliva pooled in Caleb's cheeks, adding to the wet noises and lubrication as Leon's cock glided in and out and in and out of his mouth. He kept his lips curled over his teeth and flexed his tongue to cradle the sides of Leon's shaft. Caleb practically kissed his father's knot every time he pushed his head down, the end of his muzzle and nose bumping against the firm, apple-sized bulb. And even though Caleb tried to keep his mouth shut around the girthy column pumping in and out of his mouth, some of his spit still managed to escape; soon there were wet, sticky threads of drool connecting the boy's lips to the top of his father's knot.

Glulk...glulk...glulk...glulk...glulk...

"Holy shit...ungh, Cal...I...oh, man, don't stop," Leon huffed.

Caleb had no intention of stopping or slowing down. In fact, he took Leon's request as a sign to speed up, to bring his dad even more pleasure and push him just a little closer to cumming in his muzzle.

Glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk...

"Oooooh, yeah...shit, my kid's a natural cocksucker!" Leon boasted out loud.

Caleb couldn't help but smugly smirk at his dad's praise; his heart swelled, his tail wagged, and his own cock was begging for some attention.

So, as he continued sucking, Caleb reached down with his left hand...into his shorts...and grasped his erection before he started stroking. He could already feel the slimy, slippery wetness of his precum sticking to the inside of his gym shorts, and he didn't care that he was now making even more of a mess in them...he'd blow his load in his shorts if he had to, he was enjoying himself too much to stop.

Glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk...

Caleb didn't know how much time slid by as he sucked and slurped on Leon's cock. He tasted the salty-sweet syrup of his father's precum on his tongue, and he swallowed every drop he was given. His lips were sopping with his saliva, more of which had begun to leak and dribble down along Leon's length and sloppily seep into the fur of his groin. Caleb bobbed his head up-down-up-down-up-down, plunging as far as he could comfortably go; his father's member repeatedly pressed against the roof of his mouth and the back of his throat, and he kept kissing Leon's knot. Caleb continued pumping his hand up and down his own cock, to the point that his knot had popped out of his sheath as well, and he was leaking like a faucet in his shorts.

Leon grunted and groaned, and his legs occasionally trembled in small pleasure-quakes. He alternated between leaning back on the bed, pinching one of his nipples, and placing his hand on Caleb's head, rubbing his son's fur and letting his paw ride along with the teen's bobbing. His cock flexed hard in Caleb's mouth, and every so often, he would buck his hips to actively thrust into his son's muzzle before settling down again and letting Caleb take over once more.

Glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk...

Eventually, though, Caleb found himself gazing up at his father, with Leon blissfully looking down at him, his eyes half-lidded and his cheeks flushed.

"Hooo...man, I imagined seeing this so many times over the last couple weeks...and I like it a lot more now," Leon huffed. He reached down...and cupped the side of Caleb's face, cupping his boy's cheek in his hand while the teen continued orally servicing him. "You...ungh, you look soooo good with my cock in your mouth, kiddo...I'm...huuufff, I'm really glad we're doing this."

"Hmmmmmm," Caleb moaned contentedly, closing his eyes in pleasure as he smiled.

Glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk...

"Huuufff...mm, still want me to train out that gag reflex?"

Caleb's heart raced faster at his father's proposal; he opened his eyes again and nodded fervently. "Mmhm!"

Leon chuckled. "Heh, atta boy...alright, here..."

Leon raised his hand from Caleb's cheek and placed it on top of his head again. This time, however, he dominantly gripped the fur on his son's crown, bringing him to a halt.

"Take a breath," Leon advised.

Caleb inhaled through his nose.

"And...down!"

Leon pushed, forcing Caleb's head down into his lap. Caleb allowed his father to guide him, keeping his mouth open and doing his best to relax his throat as the tip of Leon's cock slid in over his tongue, past his soft palate...and into his esophagus. Leon pushed hard enough to make Caleb have to strain his jaw to accommodate the top half of his knot, and he held his son in place as his cockhead slipped into the young man's gullet.

"Glk!" Caleb gagged around the thick shaft lodged in his throat. His father's girth kept his esophagus open, stretching it like an extra-large sausage that Caleb couldn't quite swallow.

"Yeah, theeeeere we goooo...mmmff!" Leon bit his lip before opening his mouth and groaning in pleasure with his tongue hanging out, a truly happy dog. "Ah, fuck, son, your throat feels so good!"

Leon bucked his hips quickly, jostling his cock back and forth in Caleb's esophagus, grinding his meat deeper into his son's gullet.

"Glk! Hlklk!" Caleb wetly choked out with his father's movements--Leon was tickling that sensitive spot in his throat that put him right on the edge of retching. But as close as he felt to vomiting, Caleb was still blissed out on the fact that he was officially deepthroating his dad. He was rock hard in his shorts, stroking himself closer to his climax.

"Come on, little more," Leon grunted, still bucking his hips while he held Caleb's head in place. His knot bumped against Caleb's jaws and his balls swung as he kept up his thrusting. "Nnf...yeah...little more, kiddo, you can do it...mmmf! There! Ungh, yeah!"

Caleb's eyes watered as his father effectively fucked his throat. He wanted more, he wanted to keep Leon in his gullet forever, he wanted his dad to properly ruin his throat, to fuck away his gag reflex, and to knot his muzzle so badly! But Caleb desperately needed air and he couldn't hold his dinner down much longer.

"Ungh! Fuck! Haaaa, okay..."

With his free hand, Caleb had frantically tapped on Leon's thigh, needing relief; when his father pulled out at last, the teen gasped for air and forced himself to breathe through the urge to puke.

"Huuuh! Uuh...uck! Hooooh...ungh, fuck!" Caleb coughed and spluttered, wiping a tear from his eye.

Leon, however, chuckled and ruffled the fur on top of his son's head. "Mmm, not too bad, squirt; we'll keep working on getting that throat opened up some more so you don't choke on Daddy's dick later."

Having caught his breath, Caleb perked up--was Leon actually suggesting that they'd do more?

"You...you mean--"

"Sshh, we'll talk later," Leon said; he'd sat up and begun using his free hand to squeeze his knot, teasing himself. "You wanna swallow your dad's load or what?"

Caleb wagged his tail and grinned deviously--oh, he had a plan for Leon's load alright.

"Heh, you close?" he asked.

"Getting there...mmf!" Leon winced as he squeezed his knot to edge himself further. "Just need a little help across the finish line."

Caleb immediately took Leon into his muzzle again, sinking down until his lips kissed the top of his father's knot.

"Mmmm, there we go...come on, Cal, earn that load," Leon murmured encouragingly as he settled back and let Caleb take the lead again.

Glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk-glulk...

Caleb resumed his quicker tempo, his suction, his tongue-swirling, his drooling--he did everything he could to work Leon up, while at the same time he kept beating his own meat in his shorts.

It didn't take much longer, though, for Leon to start whimpering and quivering.

"Ooooh fuck...oooh fuhuuuhuuuck," he groaned with a shudder.

Caleb could feel the familiar tingle in his own groin, the building pressure, and the rising heat. Leon was as stiff as an oak log, and he was flexing his cock hard in Caleb's muzzle. His left hand still pumping away in his shorts, Caleb reached up with his right hand to cup his father's balls--they were starting to draw up tight.

"I...ungh, fuck! Ungh...you want my cum, son?" Leon grunted.

"Mmhmm!"

"Nngh! Gonna...oh fuck, I'm gonna give it to you! Hngh! Aaahh! Aaahh! AaawwWWHOOOOO!" Leon howled when he grabbed Caleb's head with both of his hands, holding him steady, and thrust into his mouth as his cock spasmed and started spurting thick ropes of cum onto his son's tongue.

"Mmmf! Hmmmm!" Caleb grunted and huffed as he hit his own climax, he was so turned on that he just had to explode. His spunk fired into the thin fabric of his shorts, turning into an oozing, soaking mess that started smearing back into his groin and on his legs as he came.

Leon kept ejaculating, cumming hard and pumping shot after shot of viscous, musky, and salty semen into his son's mouth. His gooey seed slopped into Caleb's cheeks, between his teeth, over and under his tongue, and flooded towards the back of his mouth. Leon pushed his knot hard against the tip of Caleb's muzzle, using the pressure of squeezing the pulsating bulb to increase his pleasure.

But as Caleb came in his shorts, he managed to make the effort of not swallowing, instead keeping his dad's spooge in his muzzle. He wanted to swallow, he wanted to gulp it all down and drink more of Leon's cum, enough to get fat off of it like a puppy guzzling down gallons of milk. But he saved it for the plan he had in mind, and he was happy to savor it, too. Leon's cum tasted better than any load he had sucked out of any other man, and it was so perfectly warm and slippery and thick and sludgy--he moaned blissfully, his mouth full of his father's life-giving baby batter. He could just imagine all that tasty sperm--his potential brothers--swimming around in his muzzle, desperately trying to complete their mission of procreation, only to be foiled by the fact that there was no egg for them to fertilize...if only Caleb was equipped to carry his father's pups...he'd happily pop out litter after litter for Leon if he could...

Leon moaned as he deposited a week's worth of cum in his son's muzzle, and Caleb huffed again in pleasure as he felt the hot, fresh slime fill his mouth to the brim. His father really had been backed up, and Caleb was beyond happy to have given Leon a place to empty his balls. Caleb kept his lips sealed around his dad's pulsating cock, not spilling a drop of the older man's cum as Leon's spurts slowed from powerful salvos to a steady oozing flow...and eventually to a stop.

The two canines held still as they rode through their orgasms and eventually settled, both of them panting.

"Mm! Ungh," Leon grunted and winced when he at last withdrew his cock from Caleb's mouth, and he sat back on his bed, wiped.

Caleb, with the energy of youth, had regained enough energy to stand; his mouth was still closed, and it was clear to see from his swollen cheeks that he was holding Leon's load in his muzzle.

In a daze, Leon chuckled as he gazed up at his son. "Heh...I thought you always swallowed?"

Caleb grinned...and then stepped closer...

Leon, his eyebrows raised quizzically, scooted back on the bed--not in alarm, but to make room.

Caleb knelt on the mattress, straddling his father, almost looming over the older canine now. He leaned in close...too fast for Leon to move away from him...and pressed his lips against his father's.

Leon flinched in surprise.

"Mm! Mmm...mmmmmmm..."

Leon's grunt of confusion and shock quickly turned into a moan of pleasure, and he leaned into the kiss with his son. He naturally parted his lips just as Caleb did the same, and he growled appreciatively when Caleb started feeding his load to him. Caleb grunted back deviously as he pushed his father's wad into his mouth before slipping his tongue into Leon's muzzle, lapping over the older canine's teeth, tongue, and hard palate.

The two of them kissed like that for a while, Caleb crouched over Leon, Leon with his hand on Caleb's cheek, the pair of them swapping spit and Leon's cum back and forth...back and forth...

Caleb's heart pounded as he kissed his father tenderly--he had dreamed of doing this for so long, and here he was at last, making out with Leon. And Leon was just as passionately and lovingly kissing him back!

They huffed into each others' mouths, intimately sharing their breath as well as bodily fluids. They lapped at each others' tongues hungrily, sucking on them and slurping over them. Globs of cum and saliva leaked out from between their locked lips, dripping along their jaws and down to splatter on Leon's chest. Teeth nibbled on lips, cum churned, and tongues writhed and danced together. Hands roamed freely over each other as they kissed, caressing necks and shoulders, groping chests and backs, grabbing at hips and crotches before returning to faces and ears and cheeks...

Until, eventually, Caleb scooped up a portion of Leon's cum--mixed with his and his father's spit--with his tongue and pulled it back into his own mouth, where he swallowed, sending the thick, slimy, and deliciously satisfying wad down to his stomach at last. He pulled away, huffing, and gazed adoringly at his father, who had swallowed his mouthful of cum, too.

Both Leon and Caleb's lips were messy, wet, glazed, and dripping with the remnants of the older man's seed. Threads of spit and semen connected their muzzles together, and their chests and stomachs expanded and contracted quickly as they caught their breath.

Leon grinned, then reached up to hold the back of Caleb's neck. He pulled his son's head close to his own, pressing their foreheads. Caleb's heart fluttered now that he was touching Leon like this. Yes, he'd touched--and sucked--his father's cock, but this kind of physical contact carried a different kind of emotional weight. This was a gesture of both paternal affection and intimacy between lovers. With his forehead pressed to his father's, Caleb felt the already-solid bonds of trust between them deepen further, to something more; this was a nonverbal expression of "mine" and "yours".

It was a moment frozen in time--father and son on the bed, having just taken a step beyond the normal bounds of their relationship. Neither of them moved, nor did they speak. All Leon and Caleb could do in that instant was keep touching like that with their eyes on each other, trying to find a way to express everything that was unsaid between them and looking at each other as if they were properly seeing one another for the first time.

---

"And things just kind of...went on from there," Caleb mused, still lost in the reverie of that night from two years ago. He lapsed into silence, gazing into the distance beyond the walls of Gogo's apartment, while he absently stroked his friend's back.

The rat was sitting up next to Caleb in the bed, watching and listening to the canine recount his story with interest. Gogo had taken another hit of the joint, and he softly exhaled his lungful of pungent smoke before he nudged the Labrador lying next to him.

"So? Did you two fuck?" Gogo asked urgently.

Caleb stirred, coming back to the present. "Oh! Heh, nah, not right then, we were both pretty wiped. When we did, it was fucking awesome...but that first night, we just cuddled and made out...and we talked a lot."

"Shit, that's hot...okay, two questions," Gogo started as he scooted in even closer to Caleb.

Caleb perked up and raised his eyebrows, signaling his friend to continue.

"First, how'd he feel about everything after you blew him?"

"Well, I thought he was gonna have some, like, post-nut clarity and start freaking out, but he was actually happy. Like, really happy," Caleb added with a semi-delirious chuckle. "Heh, I mean, he had some concerns, but...he didn't really need a lot of convincing or anything like that. We talked about how much we loved each other already and what we were both thinking when we were talking on Prowlr, and we got more into how we felt and...anyway, the main point he got around to was that we were both fully consenting adults who were attracted to each other and just happened to be related, which made it even hotter for both of us, so why not...see where it leads?"

"So your dad was attracted to you, too."

"Oh yeah...not gonna lie, hearing my dad say he loved seeing my ass really got my engine going." Caleb chuckled again before he continued, "He was pretty antsy to start fucking once we got everything squared away."

"Nice!" Gogo smirked. "Okay, so that leads to my second question: How is he in the sack?"

Caleb rolled his eyes. "Why do I get the feeling you want a turn with him?"

Gogo snickered and grinned coyly. "Eh, maybe I do! I mean, you're an awesome top, but if he's topping you, then he's gotta be good, right? Soooo, come oooon, spill..."

Caleb laughed and reached up to playfully smush and rub Gogo's face. "Ha! You goof."

"An adorable goof!" Gogo jocularly squeaked from under Caleb's large paw on his face. "So, come on! Tell me!"

"Alright, alright..." When Caleb released the rodent's muzzle, he returned his hand to lazily stroke along Gogo's back. "Ugh...he's...amazing," Caleb sighed happily. "Like, beyond amazing. Getting fucked by him is the best--I mean, the way he does it is so..." He trailed off, at a loss for words. "Man, I don't know how to say it! It's like I feel...present with him, like we can reeeeaaally get into it. And, I mean, he started off pretty vanilla, but we've gotten into some really good kinks and it's just made everything better, and...oh, don't get me wrong, you're a fucking good lay, I loooove breeding you and spending time with you," Caleb quickly clarified as he rubbed Gogo's back.

The rat nodded understandingly, a sneaky smile growing on his lips.

Caleb went on, "But he's...we've got this connection, like everything is just perfect on a level where we're synced up and...what?"

The Labrador stopped when he noticed Gogo was cheekily grinning down at him, his shoulders shaking with silent chuckles.

"Dude, I think you're in love with your dad!" the rodent guffawed. "Or at least his dick!"

"Oh, absolutely," Caleb deadpanned.

"Wow, not even gonna try denying it, huh?"

"Heh, no real point in doing that."

"So, are you two...boyfriends? Partners?" Gogo ventured.

Caleb sighed thoughtfully. "Huh, not really sure if we have a label like that for what we are...I mean, we're a family. Always been a family, and it's just...including this, I guess."

Gogo smiled sincerely. "Aw, I like that...that's really special." He took a breath before asking his next question. "So, is it always just going to be you two, or how does that work? I mean, I'm assuming based on all the times you've fucked me, you two aren't exclusive."

"Well, yeah, we have fun together and apart--he can do what he likes, and I can do what I like, and we're always going to come home to each other. And we can bring someone home with us, too."

"Oh really?" Gogo sat up, his interest piqued.

"Yeah...neither of us has yet, but there's a certain...skanky little rat I've really been enjoying," Caleb said slowly, lowering his hand from Gogo's mid-back to the top of his rump.

"Heh, yeah?"

"Mmhmm. Been seeing him for a while, and been loving all the fun we've been having together," Caleb continued as he now slowly pulled his hand around from Gogo's back, tracing along the slim rodent's hips to his front.

"Aw, that's good, 'cuz I think he really likes spending time with you and fooling around, too," Gogo returned with a chuckle.

"Yeah? Do you think he'd be interested in being the meat in a big dog dad and son sandwich?" Caleb asked, his tone husky and suggestive as he now purposefully rested his hand in Gogo's lap, where he felt his friend's growing erection.

Gogo smiled and half nodded. "Heh, yeah, I think he'd enjoy that."

"Mm, I had a feeling that's what you'd say," Caleb murmured as he wrapped his fingers around Gogo's stiffening cock.

"Mmf! Ah...that would be really hot...but first I do actually want to meet your dad someday. Like, not just for sex," Gogo said as he leaned in closer to Caleb.

The Labrador kept holding the rodent's member in his hand as he looked up at Gogo. "Yeah?"

"Uh-huh. You've told me a lot about him before and he just seems like an awesome guy, and now all this...okay, plus he's pretty hunky, in that hot dad-bod way."

Caleb smirked...before he released Gogo's dick, wrapped both of his arms around his friend's lithe frame, and pulled him in close in a tight embrace, cuddling up with the naked rat. "Heh, well I think he'd enjoy meeting you, too." He smooched Gogo on the lips before he then growled seductively, "But I don't want to share you with him just yet. Maybe later. I still wanna keep you all to myself for a little longer, cutie."

"Mmm, I'm good with that, too," the rat hazily murmured back before meeting Caleb in another kiss.