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The loud and unexpectedly intimidating sound of a middle-aged male lion's snoring echoed all around the ground floor of the large suburban house, shaking the small translucent crystals of the antique chandelier in the darkness of the late April night. The digital clock on the kitchen counter showed the time to be a quarter past one and aside from the regular rumbles of the big feline's maw the house was completely quiet; all of its residents asleep except for one.

Ryan was standing in the living room with his heart pounding, eyes wide, and the wildest, most enthusiastic boner he'd ever had throbbing inside his pants as he stared at the view opening up before him. The 20-year-old lion stood as still as a statue, almost afraid to even swallow as he stared at the snoring silhouette of his father lying face down on the couch. The TV was on, shedding its pale, cold light onto the surrounding furniture, displaying the "Are you still watching" text on the screen as the muted, blurry sitcom continued to play in the background.

The barrel-like torso of the elder lion's hefty, middle-aged frame heaved up and down along with the loud snoring emanating from his terrifying predator's maw, undulating steadily underneath the worn, white tank top which the big cat made appear small with his rotund physique. His muscular dad arms were resting haphazardly next to him on the couch, one slung over the backrest of the leathery living room furniture, while the other hung down to the floor, lying only a few inches away from the old remote the thick feline had most likely been holding before sleep had stolen the strength from his fingers. The upper back and shoulders of the modern savannah predator were covered in a mighty mess of cinnamon-hued curls; the stunning trademark of a mature lion descending down from the head of the elder feline in an impressive cascade of umber threads that put Ryan's own adolescent mane to shame.

As per usual for a night between Friday and Saturday, the big dad lion donned nothing aside from a pair of white cotton briefs on his lower half, the sheer robustness and volume of his mature male rump forcing the piece of underwear to work a full 24-hour shift in order to try and contain all of what the hefty feline was packing in his rear. The worn, inadequately-sized briefs were busy riding up into the sweaty valley between the big cat's plump glutes, climbing a few measly millimeters higher each time his snore rumbled inside the living room, revealing more sand-colored fur of the big, fat lion ass to be admired. Ryan wouldn't have been surprised at all if one unfortunate day the overworked piece of clothing decided to snap in half, attempting to accommodate such a chunky pair of buttocks. The glorious view of the elder male's round backside was crowned by the full shape of his equally bulging feline testes being drawn into the white fabric of the underwear, as they were also a formidable foe for the cotton cloth to restrain.

Ryan's dad was a big lion, there was no question about that. Already in possession of the formidable height of 6'3'' the feline father had also been accumulating a fair bit of girth after his thirties which made him quite the meaty specimen when it came to lions. "Robust" was perhaps the best word Ryan would have used to describe his father physically. Weighing at just around 270 pounds, the middle-aged male was rocking a hefty gut built out of beer and frequent snacking on his abdomen, and although it was currently concealed quite well by his slothful resting position, Ryan was still plenty aware of its existence. But even though the mature male admittedly packed lots of extra pounds in his ass and abdomen, plenty of his substantial male mass consisted of firm, hard muscle, which he definitely had if one were to even glance at his arms, forearms, or thighs.

And yet, despite being able to feast his eyes on the epitome of what one could have called 'a dad bod' the younger lion found his eyes being drawn somewhere much lower from the broad shoulders and toned back of his dad; even further down from the admittedly magnificent feline seat-flattener having a fight with the pair of white briefs. It wasn't even the fine pair of thick feline legs that fascinated Ryan about his father's physique, he was instead intensely staring at the older lion's paws.

Another one of his father's booming snores made the more lightly-built feline flinch and shift his gaze from the pair of husky feline feet onto the conspicuous phallic bulge tenting out the fabric of his boxers. Ryan stifled a moan inside his muzzle as his cock throbbed against the thin layer of polyester, unleashing a small but vicious tingle of bodily satisfaction upon his loins. He watched as the tip of his bulge restlessly teetered up and down, soon feeling a sensation of moisture against the helmet of his malehood as the ready-to-fuck feline breeder squeezed out a few hefty droplets of young lion pre.

Ryan swallowed, allowing his gaze to wander back onto the massive paws of the elder feline who kept snoring without a care in the world, his long tail lazily flicking the air above his thighs as he enticingly curled his magnificently clawed toes just a few inches away from his son's erection. The younger lion promptly felt another, stronger sting of pleasure in his lower half, his eyes locked to the dark paw pads decorating his father's feet.

Ryan had always had a much greater fascination with paws than the average feline. In fact, the young lion wasn't just fascinated by them; he was really, really into them. Nothing was more effective at giving the studious twenty-year-old a wicked hardon than a fine pair of paws, be they canine, feline, ursine, or any other kind. Hell, Ryan had even whacked off to some videos of sexy horse hooves with how immensely fond he was of the feet of his fellow anthros.

And whilst Ryan's libido wasn't overly selective of what kind of animal extremity got it going, the feline youngster definitely had a preference for bigger, more rugged male paws: just like the ones responsible for the current mixture of confusion and arousal teasing his breeding-ready lion genitals. Combined with the fact that he already had a massive predilection towards males older than him, the view of his dad's bare, unguarded paws was nearly enough to make Ryan weak in the knees. The whopping pair of feline feet excited him so much that he was afraid he'd ejaculate into his boxers just by looking at them. They were just so... Big, imposing, and compelling with their nasty predator's claws and fluffy golden fur, displayed directly at the young lion in such an enticing, vulnerable manner, almost as if asking to be played with and worshipped like a big pair of paws as these two deserved.

Ryan couldn't look away from them.

"Holy shit, dad..." Ryan muttered quietly, his chest tightening as his desires drew his knees to the floor, bringing his young male muzzle on the same level with the glorious couple of feline stompers hanging over the armrest of the couch. The excited male subconsciously licked his lips before starting to pant with his tongue out, staring into the furry soles of his old man with wanton desire.

The short-maned male had never previously looked at his father, nor his paws, in that kind of way, nor had he ever really paid attention to what kind of trotters the older male was standing on whenever he was around the house. The times when Ryan and his dad actually were together in the same room had taken a drastic dip ever since the younger of the two males had started at the university, as the curriculum of a second-year art student and the busy working schedule of a construction supervisor were very much at odds on good five of the seven days in a week. It could have very well been the reason why Ryan had never noticed how utterly impressive kickers the older feline owned.

That was, until this Friday night when Ryan had turned off his computer and decided to sneak down into the kitchen for a late-night snack, only to bump into his snoring, half-clad dad in the living room. Having been slapped in the face by the dangerously tempting visual of mature lion paws lazily dangling in midair, illuminated by the light from the TV had made Ryan erect so fast his cock had nearly punched a hole through his underwear upon its instantaneous ascent to full mast and mating capacity. The sheer destructive power of just witnessing the middle-aged male's giant paws had been absolutely staggering and before the dazed twenty-year-old even knew it, he was now kneeling directly in front of the set of delectable dashers, his body craving a whole different kind of late-night snack, one that made his mouth water much more than mere munchies.

A cold shiver of hesitation erected the fur on the back of Ryan's neck, moving on to tussle with the young male's overwhelming arousal in the presence of the tempting daddy paws. Despite being already close enough to plant his tongue on his father's feet and absolutely rock-fucking-hard - probably harder than he had ever been for anything in his life - Ryan was able to hold himself back just enough in order not to immediately bury his muzzle into the ever so inviting surface of the sexy steppers. Ryan shuddered, feeling how the front of his boxers became stained with even more of his feline fun fluids.

Ryan knew his father was a heavy sleeper, but surely even he would respond to something or someone touching his paws while out of it. The young feline nervously glanced towards the other end of the couch, seeing only the big fat behind of his dad and the tight briefs which had now been almost completely swallowed by his ample feline rump. The bigger male didn't show any greater signs of awareness than he had before Ryan had knelt down.

Ryan still hesitated, contemplating whether he should go through with his fantasies. His brain was telling him no, but the sensible protest was being steadily drowned out by the deafening chant "doitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoit" from his body. To make things worse, his remaining and rapidly dwindling reason was being battered not only by the incredible visual of a pair of his dream paws but also by the exquisite olfactory experience that was a mature male lion.

The longer Ryan lingered by his father's feet, the more the zesty older male musk began affecting him, weaving its way up his feline nose and tickling the part of his psyche responsible for reproduction, prompting his balls to clench and shaft to throb like he was in the presence of a fertile female. Much like with the elder male's paws, Ryan had never before noticed just how stirring of a musk his father carried on his fur, the exhilarating blend of feline sweat and copious testosterone somehow pushing all the buttons of the younger cat's libido once he had fully gotten into inhaling it from close proximity to its sweating, snoring source. In no time at all, the natural essence of a big male had already extended its mischievous tendrils all over Ryan and was busy wrapping the young lion up in a thick cloud of intoxicating mist, fucking his young nostrils as it pleased.

Being forcefully lulled into a state of submission by nothing more than a mere scent made Ryan's eager feline member throb nearly twice as hard. The boundaries between reality and fantasy became more obscured with each breath, allowing the raw impulses of sexual desire to slowly but surely take control of Ryan's body.

It wasn't long until he finally hit his limit.

Casting all of his remaining inhibitions aside, Ryan dove right in between the bigger lion's mighty feet, latching his dripping-wet tongue onto the rough, sandy texture of his father's paw pads with wanton enthusiasm. The subsequent spike of dopamine in the younger male's body was so wild he couldn't help but moan out loud against his dad's big, mature soles he was just starting to worship. Without even fully realizing the sound of utter ecstasy leaving his maw at all, nor caring if it had woken up the sleeping lion, Ryan went full feral on his father's feet, acting out every single lewd fantasy his adolescent mind had ever conjured.

Saliva was already dripping down Ryan's chin as he got to work, dragging his hungry feline taster across the entire surface of the massive set of masculine stompers, mapping out the entire anatomy of his male parent's paws as the cloud of lust fogging his mind thickened further and further. Being able to put his tongue physically on them really put the size of the big predator feet into perspective as it took Ryan multiple, long, vertical licks to be able to cover just one of the two paws. With his mind almost fully blank and cock throbbing closer and closer to unloading a litter and a half of liquid kits into his boxers, Ryan greedily ran his tongue up and down the magnificent pair of feline soles, immensely enjoying both the incredible coarseness of the pads as well as the smoother, softer texture of the feline fur surrounding them.

The steady sound of fatherly snoring reverberating around the living room was soon joined by the satisfied, low-frequency purr of an excited feline. The paws of his dad were every bit as perfect as Ryan had imagined and every single second he was passionately nuzzling and slobbering his saliva all over them the paw-loving male grew further and further addicted to their feel, their taste, and their scent. Being able to worship them like this brought Ryan bliss like nothing he nor his loins had ever experienced.

He traced the shape of his father's feline feet over and over again with his tongue, occasionally pausing in order to burrow his muzzle in between the golden-furred wonders of feline anatomy, feeling their warmth against his face whilst his testes contracted restlessly in the ever-tautening confines of his elastic underwear. He could have stayed there, with his nose buried in his father's soles for hours had his desires not been so all over the place from the sheer overload of arousal that was assaulting his physique.

Having eventually pampered himself enough with the silky fur and coarse pads of the bigger male's plates of meat, the lustful lion cub moved down to play with the intimidatingly clawed toes of his daddy, not hesitating for a single second in unleashing his tongue on the alluring set of feline extremities. Ryan could feel the violent stirring within his loins grow even further out of control as he greedily slipped his dripping wet taster between every single one of his father's digits, exploring every curve, cranny, and crevice the behemothic set of feline toes could offer. As soon as he was done giving each of the clawed appendages a hasty acquainting lick, the restless young male began taking them in his mouth one by one for a more thorough, intimate experience of sloppy paw worshipping. He used his lips and tongue to provide the magnificently-clawed wonders of mature male physique with a bath like no other whilst he himself teetered on the edge of climax just from being able to indulge himself in sucking on his daddy's incredible toes, all the while absorbing the incredible male scent wafting off his dad's sweaty old body.

Another ecstatic moan escaped Ryan's muzzle as he reveled in the pleasurable perversion of bathing his dad's paws this way, lovingly taking care of each corner of the bigger male's trotters just like his desires told him to do. He no longer heard the loud snoring of the older lion in his ears, nor cared if the lewd, incestual makeout session between himself and his father's feet woke the bigger feline up. All he had on his mind was the amazing pair of deletable daddy paws, and how he could best absorb everything about them with his senses.

A razor-sharp sensation of pleasure abruptly cut through Ryan's horny, paw-lusting daze, prompting the flustered feline to cease his ravenous assault on the monstrous sock-stretchers, and hastily wrench his head back as reality abruptly slapped him across the face. He gasped vehemently as he pushed himself off the leathery armrest of the old couch, initially having trouble seeing straight from how intensely the bittersweet satisfaction rippled through his body.

A quiet, wistful whimper echoed within the walls of the living room as some overly enthusiastic lion seed escaped Ryan's urethra and promptly seeped into the fabric of his dark boxers whilst the rest of the young male's genitals throbbed on the verge of total eruption for a good fifteen seconds.

Just barely avoiding making a mess of his own underwear by furiously biting down on his lower lip, Ryan was eventually able to breathe a sigh of relief as the flame of desire burning inside his loins eventually began growing dimmer. His muzzle wet with his own saliva, Ryan stared at the pair of paws he had just spent a good few minutes servicing to the entire capacity of his feline maw, his aroused male brains only able to think of one thing he wanted to do more than dive back down against their fluffy surface.

In the span of two seconds, Ryan had jumped up from the floor, divested himself of his shirt and underwear, and had his fully erect feline foot frotting baton throbbing just a few measly inches away from the wet predator prancers had been feasting on just a moment ago. His breath was heavy and his loins were restless. The mere idea of doing what he was about to do nearly made the young lion squirm with excitement. Ryan would have never in a million years even dared to start hoping he would get to act out his most recurring fantasy of plunging his cock between a pair of paws and humping out his rut into their comfy caress. Who cared if that fantasy was about to be filled by his own dad, sloppily asleep on the living room couch; especially with the kind of hind-scratchers the slumbering lion had been dangling at his son's face.

Ryan's hands were trembling as he brought them over to his father's ankles, gently elevating the grandiose feline feet of the bigger male hanging limp directly below his erect malehood. The stiff manifestation of young male desire throbbed in anticipation while Ryan held his breath, struggling to keep his knees from shaking with how anxious and enthusiastic he simultaneously was about humping his father's paws.

A hushed gasp of feline ecstasy disturbed the silence between the older lion's snores when Ryan eventually succumbed to his lust and pressed the monstrous predator pedals onto the quivering shaft of his cock. A debilitating sensation of pleasure violently slammed into each and every conceivable corner of the young lion's body, electrifying his entire frame and prompting him to arch his back whilst his hips mimicked a sporadic thrusting motion included in the factory settings of every male cat. An extremely generous spurt of translucent lion pre was squirted onto the plump thighs in front of the desperately throbbing feline fucktool as the intense wave of sexual satisfaction rebounded from the rest of Ryan's physique, culminating at the phallic source of the mind-melting sensation.

The short moment of transcendental bliss was however shattered almost immediately as the sleeping subject of the somnophilic father foot fornication abruptly stopped snoring. Anxiety and dread stiffened up all of Ryan's feline limbs in a split second, thrusting the slender savannah cat into a silent panic as the elder lion groaned and began to move his rotund carcass.

His cock throbbing in the warm caress of the big lion paws, Ryan held his breath and watched as the robust lion reached back with his left paw, hooking his index finger into the seam of his briefs and dragging the white fabric out his sweaty crack, eventually releasing it so that it audibly snapped against the ample fat of his left cheek. The mass of feline seat meat jiggled gently from the light impact, prompting the inadequately sized piece of underwear to start climbing back into the snug crevice between the hefty lion mounds, making the majestically-maned feline's maneuver ultimately useless. He then grumbled something against the couch cushions Ryan could neither hear nor understand, shifting the weight of his robust hips from one side to another in what the younger male assumed was his father fixing the position of his junk.

The boisterous snoring soon returned to the dark living room. Ryan breathed a long sigh of relief, inhaling the thick, lion-musk-scented air of the living room for a decent while before his heart rate began to decelerate.

His line of sight conveniently directed at the round rear end of his old man, Ryan gave the beefy feline behind another, closer look. His father's briefs had now burrowed almost all the way up in between his golden ass orbs, further highlighting the sheer mass and surprisingly seductive shape of his mature feline dumptruck. The small sliver of white still visible from the intimate embrace of the aged male cheeks was visibly stained with sweat and sticking to the fur of the feline wearing it. The sight of it prompted Ryan to carefully sniff the air, which subsequently caused the younger lion to wrinkle his nose at the distinct, locker-room-like smell floating around the couch his dad was sleeping on.

Fighting off the sensation of dizziness prompted by the strong male scent having untamed sex with his young nostrils, Ryan dropped his gaze a bit lower from the base of his father's tail, into the narrow space between the older male's thighs. With the way the briefs had burrowed into his father's round rump, one of the snoring lion's plump testes had fallen out of from inside his underwear and was now tauntingly on display next to its sibling who was still trapped in the sweltering confines of the sweaty fabric. It wasn't hard for Ryan's adept nose to pinpoint one the main sources of the masculine smell to be his father's nuts; the pair of sweaty breeding boulders lavishly exuding the scent of an older male, an aroma which caused Ryan's own genitals to tingle.

Ryan could no longer deny it. His dad was hot. And not just a little either.

Mesmerized by the big, sweaty mounds of middle-aged lion meat, Ryan didn't even realize he had started humping his father's big, sexy paws before the urgent desire to cum clenched his balls for the second time. Another rope of feline pre drooled down from the tip of his - cock as he carelessly thrust himself into the heavenly cuddle of his male parent's feline feet, desperately trying to hold the various moans, purrs, and whimpers sealed inside his muzzle without fully succeeding in that particular goal. It felt just that good.

Ryan's cock was in heaven, wrapped in the golden caress of an angel's paws, only that this angel happened to weigh over two hundred and fifty pounds and wear a pair of tiny briefs and a worn tank top, both of which were due a proper date with the washing machine. The senior male's feet were big enough to completely envelop the length of Ryan's malehood in their sultry grasp and the paw-loving twenty-year-old ferociously used their entire surface to satisfy the throbbing, biological urges that had been tormenting his lower half ever since he had stepped into the living room. They were the perfect combination of firm, coarse feline skin and soft, shining fur for Ryan to fuck, better at milking his cock than any fleshlight he had ever used, constantly leaving him breathless with how incredible their touch felt against his shaft.

Just a minute into the act of pleasuring himself with his father's thick paw pads, Ryan's cock was already absolutely melting, throbbing wildly to the beat of the young lion's heart while the full kitten churns just underneath its base ached with the need to unload their sticky, potent contents all over whatever happened to be at the receiving end of their eager ejaculate. Ryan could feel the big, sharp claws he had just polished with his tongue tapping against his sack with each inward thrust, adding a delectable sensation of intimidation and danger to the act which was already plenty risky in its own right, happened the unwitting recipient of the foot-frotting wake up in the middle of it.

With his hips hard at work fucking his father's feet, Ryan's gaze still lingered on the mammoth-sized mountains of rump fat that were currently winning their battle against the puny pair of sweaty briefs. Watching the round mass of the older male's fat rear get disturbed from its delicate equilibrium and jiggle generously with each of his desperate thrusts was oddly hypnotic whilst simultaneously being arousing as hell for any - male to witness. Breathing in the musky male fumes of his dad whilst watching the utterly breedable backside of the mature pride leader created the perfect environment for some raunchy fantasies to start popping up inside Ryan's head, fantasies which just about sealed the deal regarding the messy ending for the somnophilic session of self-pleasure.

"This was what you wanted, wasn't it son?" Ryan shivered as he imagined his father's gruff voice inside his head. He imagined himself lying down on the living room floor, trapped under the tremendous weight of the bigger predator, his maliciously grinning father eagerly riding his lap whilst mercilessly bullying his son's helpless muzzle with those giant paws of his. "Why don't you try to last longer than twenty seconds this time, eh?"

The subsequent fantasy of the older lion planting his big, sweaty ass over his muzzle while his magnificent toes played with the length of Ryan's erection was more than enough to push the feet-loving lion over his edge.

Feeling the contents of his gonads churning more violently than ever before, Ryan acted just in time and clasped his muzzle shut using both of his paws, sealing the subsequent, wanton expression of young male ecstasy behind his lips as his body was run over by pleasure. His young feline cock erupted like a broken fire hydrant, exploding a hot, potent mess all over his father's lower half, haphazardly blasting out rope after rope of pent-up lion sperm as it jumped uncontrollably between the paws of the elder predator cat. Some of the more enthusiastic of the viscous jizz-snakes reached all the way up to the sleeping lion's lower back, the magnificent cake of feline rump fat catching a generous load of cream along with the pair of thick male thighs they were attached to.

Both the volume and force of the paw-induced ejaculation were unlike anything Ryan had experienced before, and he wound up completely paralyzed, getting slammed by so many subsequent waves of immense pleasure in rapid succession. He just kept on cumming and cumming, churning out litters for what felt like forever onto his father's meaty old behind whilst the older lion slept through the whole thing. Battered by more pleasure than a young male could reasonably endure, Ryan ended up staggering backward a couple of steps in the dying seconds of his debilitatingly mindblowing orgasm, shooting the last two throbs worth of his ejaculate onto the pair of paws responsible for the fierce satisfaction currently searing the young lion's loins.

After the sticky contents of his aching gonads had been spilled, for a while Ryan could do nothing but just stare at the astonishingly lewd view before him; the one of his chubby dad whose paws, legs, and ass were now doused with his dick milk. Even after pumping out what looked and felt like a hefty quarter-gallon of feline cum, the sight of his liquid lust dripping down from his father's paws and coating the golden fur of his backside made Ryan extremely aroused and his erect feline fucker never lost even a tiny bit of its tumescent tension.

Feelings of satisfaction, lust, and disbelief swirled inside the young male's head as he tried to come to terms with what he had just done, and just how utterly ravishing it had felt.

Ryan's weird post-nut daze was however relatively short-lived as the flustered feline quickly received a sudden injection of adrenaline into his system as the snoring male in front of him decided to move yet again. He could feel his heart attempting to leap out from his throat and his limbs growing numb as he observed the heftier feline shuffling about on the couch, groaning in discomfort and scratching his left thigh whilst apparently still at least half-asleep. Ryan didn't make a single sound as his dad continued to shift his body on top of his temporary bed, muttering something against the cushions and releasing a strange, surprisingly lustful growl from his throat which reverberated around the living room and made the more modestly maned lion shiver.

The barrel-bellied tomcat eventually wound up rolling over onto his side, serving his son to quite the shock as Ryan could then see that his dad was also fully erect. And what a big, throbbing shocker it was. It was perhaps the only time that the younger lion's jaw had ever dropped, but as he witnessed the full proportions of his father's apparent arousal, he simply had to loosen the lower half of his muzzle.

The older lion's cock was absolutely gigantic. The gargantuan pole of feline breeding meat was still somehow contained in the tiny briefs that had struggled heavily against what the musky male packed on the other side of his waist. The sweaty fabric was stretched to its absolute limits, looking like it was just about ready to snap as the thick phallic behemoth throbbed underneath its damp surface, eagerly seeking a way out of the sweaty prison of cloth constraining its big, masculine shape. Suddenly the fact that the back of the briefs had wedged itself between the daddy lion's full cheeks made all the more sense.

Just from eyeballing the massive obelisk of feline sex, Ryan could tell it was at least twice the girth and length of his own breeder, which was already pretty formidable for a male in his weight class. His father's cock was absolutely humongous. And from the looks of it, extremely eager for some action.

"...Holy fuck!" Ryan muttered, getting down onto all fours and crawling in front of his father's crotch, where the tip of his cotton-covered malehood twitched just outside the old leather cushions of the couch. A whiff of potent lion musk immediately prompted him to wrinkle his nose, assaulting his sense of smell with increased potency from the vigorous fountain of scent present on the robust male. The smell was so strong it made Ryan dizzy.

"Guess it's true what they say about guys with big paws..." The young lion thought to himself, marveling at the gigantic malehood twitching just a few inches away from his muzzle.

Compelled by the powerful scent and restless throbbing of the elephantine lion junk, Ryan carefully raised his hands and brought them onto the hot, sweaty shaft of his father's member. As soon as his trembling fingers touched the fat feline phallus directly, the absolute monster of a cock jumped within the confines of its elastic cotton cage and Ryan could hear the strained fabric stretching some more. The firm, strong-scented dad-dong quivered underneath Ryan's palms, greedily seeking the younger male's touch whilst exuding more and more of the raw, unfiltered aroma of a mating alpha cat; a real pride leader.

How could Ryan not obey its command and unleash it from its dangerously constricting confinement?

Hooking the middle and index fingers of his right hand into the seam of the overworked underwear trapping his dad's mating meat, Ryan delicately stretched the sweat-stained textile and dragged it to the side so that it no longer covered the uncut breeding obelisk. The visual of the bare, veiny surface of his father's cock and its thick, mahogany-shaded foreskin was so striking Ryan didn't even notice the damp fabric of the briefs slipping away from his fingers until the elastic waistband had already loudly snapped against the husky house lion's lower abdomen. The hairs of Ryan's mane stood up as he watched his father's reaction with horror, being ultimately able to breathe yet another sigh of relief when the sleeping savannah predator only lazily scratched his belly and went straight back to snoring.

Focusing his gaze back onto the lustfully pulsating pole of lion sex before his very eyes, Ryan got the sudden urge to loosen his jaw and found his mouth salivating perhaps even more than it had when he had gone down on his dad's feet. A blurry image of him, passionately glorping down on the gargantuan feline fuckpole flashed within Ryan's mind, and prompted the inside of his young loins to start stirring just from the thought. He swallowed and stared at the intimidatingly huge glans of his father's breeder, slowly but surely convincing himself in his head that he could indeed swallow them. His horny brainwork was egged on by the persuasive scent of the mature lion genitals which had been seducing him to sin ever since it had first penetrated his nostrils.

Ryan swallowed again, this time leaving his mouth slightly open as the gargantuan feline fuck organ drew his muzzle to it like a magnet. The odorous lion cock throbbed as Ryan's nose bumped against its tip, the entire length of the mastodonic cylinder of sex pulsing with lustful energy, even more so when the dazed young male pressed his lips against it. The immense perfume of his father's cock flooded Ryan's nose in an instant, forcing the horny lion into a state of submission just by bullying his smell receptors.

This was fine, right? It was only fair that Ryan got his dad off after he had slyly helped himself to his paws and busted a fat one all over his rump.

The insides of his maw all wet and ready to receive their throbbing, sweat-stewed treat, Ryan separated his jaws and greedily pushed his young muzzle over the giant cockhead of his dad's malehood. Despite having plenty of ambition and desire to swallow the entire, over-a-foot-long, throat-violating instrument, Ryan found himself struggling to fit the first five inches of it inside his mouth due to his father's member being so incredibly girthy. This was his first time giving anyone a blowjob, and he had gone straight for the XXXL-magnum dong extraordinaire achievement. Not that the difficulty of it made the ordeal any less pleasant or arousing.

As soon as he had gotten the impressive tip of his father's litter-spewing leviathan on the better side of his lips, its raw, pervasive taste rushed into every corner of Ryan's mouth, prompting his entire, young body to jolt as it quickly permeated all the way into his brain. The taste was that of a male. There was really no better way to describe it. Consisting of mostly sweat, pre, and urea, the mostly salty flavor worked in perfect unison with the pungent aroma of the fat feline's swollen balls which seemed to have increased their odor output thanks to the stimulation from Ryan's taster. It was a real killer combination for eliminating rational thoughts in a young male's head.

Barely even aware of anything but the masculine shape stretching out his jaws and the stunner of a scent it carried with it, Ryan began suckling on the hefty helmet of his father's dick, slipping his tongue to wherever his desires took it. The thick male extrusion was quick to respond to the oral stimulation it received from the younger male's taster, serving Ryan with his first proper taste of adult lion pre, a hefty streak of it shooting out from between the bigger lion's turgid glans and being promptly scooped up by the smaller cat's busy tongue. Ryan could feel his entire head throbbing with dull yet frequent beats originating all the way down from his father's loins, each one pushing a fresh wave of arousing sex stench into his nostrils as he got more and more into making out with his daddy's musky dick.

With his eyes half closed and mind three feet deep in the gutter, Ryan began working his way past the intimidating cockhead of his father's virility, his tongue quickly coming into contact with the ample foreskin stretched taut over the lower third of the older male's tip. As if having done it thousands of times before, the virgin-throated feline began peeling back the extra layer of sweaty dick-sheathing using his tongue, carefully wedging it underneath the stretchy cock casing and tracing the shape of the glans underneath with his sopping wet taste muscle. The elder lion groaned in his sleep when his male offspring was eventually able to fully uncover his glans within his mouth, subconsciously rewarding the submissive feline with another spurt of his pre, directly down his throat.

With the brief intermission of toying with his daddy's tasty foreskin out of the way, Ryan was eventually able to keep going on his quest to conquer as much of the musky breeding pole as his adolescent maw could possibly handle. Getting more and more used to the intimidating size and knock-out musk of his father's member, Ryan gradually worked his way down the girthy, sweat-glazed shaft, each inch further down providing a palpable boost to his confidence. More than one slutty moan was muffled on the upper half of the feline impregnation instrument as Ryan meticulously bobbed his head back and forth, edging his lips closer and closer to the distant base of the colossal kitten cannon, the fat, musky balls resting on top of his father's right thigh providing him with further incentive to try and go for the full deepthroat by offering up their best breeding pheromones for him to sniff and snort up his feline nose.

Unfortunately, Ryan met the limits of his 20-year-old physique a bit over halfway down his dad's musky meatsicle, when the tip he had so meticulously made out with poked against the back of his throat, nearly prompting an unwanted gag reflex in the inexperienced feline. Tears formed in the corners of his half-closed eyes as he retracted his muzzle and coughed a few times from the sudden kiss between his tonsils and the tip of his daddy's malehood. As much as the idea of choking on his father's fat cock enticed the musk-intoxicated young male, Ryan's self-preservation instincts were functioning at a high enough level for him to instead settle on worshipping the half of the colossal mating meat he was able to handle with his current experience in blowing huge daddy dicks. He greedily inhaled the scent of rut from his father's crotch as he put his muzzle to work, starting to oscillate it over a mature male's cock, once again submitting his body to the rugged scent and the carnal impulses it spawned within him.

The persistent snoring that had dominated the living room for the past fifteen minutes was slowly replaced by the deep, lusty purring of a big feline as Ryan began moving his muzzle up and down along the huge shaft between his lips, becoming more and more addicted to the smell, taste and the shape of the throbbing throat clogger the longer he kept devouring it. His body trembled each time he stuffed the upper half of the thick litter log inside his mouth, his mind going completely blank as the staunch smell of his father's nuts rushed up his nose, fucking his brain into formless putty which only knew the smell of a rutting lion. Retracting his head only on sheer reflex alone, Ryan dragged his lips along the veiny surface of the feline shaft, being rewarded for his exemplary polishing work with a generous helping of salty pre-ejaculate a'la daddy. And each time he repeated the motion with a little bit more urgency, a little bit more lust, he was rewarded with even more of the precious litter liquid and the irresistible smell that his body craved so much.

Just over a minute into his first foray regarding incestuous oral sex, Ryan was already sucking off his dad like a pro, using the full range of his maw to pleasure the fattest feline cock he had ever seen. Saliva dripped down his chin as he mindlessly hammered his muzzle down the throbbing baton of arousal, his body responding to the increasingly aggressive, possessive purr emanating from his father's throat by shivering and leaking out lots of pre, a small puddle of it rapidly forming between the young male's legs. It was insane how good it felt to surrender one's body to the whims of another male's scent, mindlessly obeying it and receiving nothing but pure, distilled pleasure in return. It was the kind of bliss Ryan had never known before and he became hooked on it right away.

Ryan moaned as the pre flowing into his mouth as a consistent stream started growing thicker and thicker by the second, each rope having a bit more volume and viscosity than the one preceding it. His father's odor had also taken a sharp turn to the more pungent side of the olfactory spectrum, growing thicker and more pervasive with each passing moment, making it even harder for Ryan to breathe whilst slurping down ten inches of dick at the pace he was. The lack of oxygen only acted to hypnotize Ryan further as a slave to his father's incredible musk, and the more he breathed it in closer to the source, the more pleasure ravaged his body.

The young lion had soon become so mindless from sniffing too much musk that he completely failed to pick up any of the signs of the bigger lion being close to clogging his throat with a bucketload of liquid kittens. Even the increased throbbing of the bigger male's cock and the restless twitching of his balls and loins failed to alert Ryan to what was about to happen until it was already too late.

The deep, satisfied growl of a grown lion swept across the entire living room in a deafening wave, rattling the crystals of the chandelier as it bounced from wall to wall, floor to roof on its way to every corner of the big, suburban house.

Reality ran into Ryan as soon as the first jet of mature male jizz was blasted to the back of his throat, the hypnotizing effects of his father's scent dispelled on a switch as the dazed male felt a whole flood of syrupy lion seed rushing down his gullet. A moan of confusion, panic, and pleasure trembled on the surface of the tumescent breeding baton as Ryan woke up and immediately found himself drowning in his dad's cum. He promptly began trying to swallow the huge load of baby batter being blasted into the limited accommodation of his muzzle but quickly found himself losing to the incredible semen output of his father's member which kept pumping out litter after litter after litter, completely indifferent on whether the hole he was attempting to impregnate could take it all or not.

Swallowing way more cum than he thought was possible for a single male to produce, Ryan - now in full panic mode - attempted to take the mid-orgasm litter fountain out of his maw, which ultimately wound up being a terrible decision. As soon as the massive mating rod was no longer discharging the potent feline goo directly down Ryan's throat, the pent-up lion sperm was free to start filling the entire insides of the young male's muzzle. Getting himself stuck on his father's glans, Ryan had his mouth filled with steaming hot swimmers in just a couple of seconds, his cheeks puffing out from the volume of the seed taking temporary residence behind his lips, the excess gushing out from the sides of his mouth and even his nostrils.

Had Ryan's orgasm from before been spectacular, his dad's release topped it in every possible way; in duration, in volume, and in potency.

Falling even deeper into panic, Ryan couldn't figure out a better way of getting out of his predicament other than to just wait it out and try to swallow as much cum as he could in hopes of the semen running out from his father's balls faster than he would run out of oxygen. It was a gamble, but a gamble the younger lion fortunately won.

By the end of his dad's ejaculatory eruption, Ryan could feel his gut sagging with the amount of jizz now swimming around in his belly, the rest of his body heavy and devoid of strength thanks to him not being able to breathe properly for almost a full minute. Finally able to dislodge his muzzle from the tumescent sperm hose that was his father's dick, Ryan sat down and leaned his palms against the floor, watching as steam rose out from his open mouth, still filled to the brim with odorous male lion milk. Breathing slowly through his nose, still partially blocked by the very same cum sloshing in his belly, Ryan swallowed the rest of his dad's load, shivering with relief once all of the thick goo had disappeared down his throat.

Sluggishly moving his paws on the polished hardwood floor, Ryan crawled back to where he had left his shirt and underwear, still having a hard time recovering from the state of intoxication the older male's musk had put him in. He could feel his abdomen weighing him down as he stood up taking support from the couch, forced to search his balance for a good half a minute before he dared to let go of the leathery backrest of his father's substitute bed.

Taking one step away from the sofa, the young lion promptly cringed in horror as one of the floorboards beneath his paws creaked like an old door in a horror film. Ryan held his breath, listening to any signs of life from behind his back, afraid to turn around to check if his dad had woken up.

A few excruciatingly long seconds passed, after which Ryan allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief in the absence of any reaction from the other lion whom he assumed to be sleeping. Of course, a feline who can sleep through having his paws worshipped and fucked as well as an intense blowjob wouldn't wake up for something as harmless as a creaking floorboard.

"...Where do you think you're going, son?"