His Father, My Son
"Goddamit Son, what have you been doing with your spare time?" spoke the large male Canine, the soft yellow fur of the older animal mixing with that of the pup in his lap.
"Nothing, Dad. I... I swear..." groaned the small boy with considerable effort, planting a small paw on his fathers inner thigh to stabilize the bouncing, his small form slamming down with a loud SMACK.
"Hehe," laughed the boy's father, adjusting his grip on the small fur in his lap, the golden form of the small pup pressing backwards against his father's abdomen. Tail pulled up and draped over his back effortlessly, Chance couldn't help but let out a low moan as he ground himself against his father's hips, pressing back against the shallow thrusts. "That was my point, buddy," the elder canine said with a small smile, withdrawing his hips slowly. "I can tell you haven't been doing anything.... Because of how tight you are," he said with a sharp thrust forward as he slammed into his son, again beginning to slowly withdraw.
The site was, to any passersby who may have dared glance over to the corner-most parking spot of an abandoned parking lot, one of pure magic. Now, it might not be the type of magic that small children celebrate and wonder about for hours on end, but it was still a potent type of sorcery indeed.
"Oh my god...." The eleven year old puppy groaned out, his fathers hands on either side of his midsection, holding him in the middle of the air as he slid his still-throbbing member from his son's tight tailhole. As more and more of the gleaming cock slid out, the look on the small dogs face was one of almost unbelieving relief.
"Oh.... Daddy..." he moaned out, the emptiness inside him nearly bringing him to physically ache, his desire for his father's member was so strong. As the final two inches slid from the petite frame, the small boy letting out a loud "Ahh!" as the head popped out, the father would turn his child around, so that the pup was now facing him in the chair in which they sat.
"Chance, buddy?" Ian asked his son lovingly as he held the small furred form on the other side of his aching meat, using the warmth of the younger male to keep his meat ridig and ready.
"...-Y-Yea, Daddy...?" he asked with a lack of breath, his tiny paws roaming his fathers member before the larger male had even the slightest chance to mention anything.
"Oh yea, that's a good boy," the larger Canine moaned lowly, loving the absurdly taboo feeling of his own child's soft paws roaming the very piece of being that created him. "Now, lick it. Lick it well."
Chance looked up at his father for only a second before carrying on, but the minute moment was a meaningful one as Ian noted the subtle but identifiable look in his son's eyes - lust.
Without a moment to compose himself, Ian found a small paw clamping his mouth shut as his eyes shot wide open at the feeling of a small tongue on the head of his member. A reflex he had long ago developped refused to be controlled, Ian brought both hands to the back of the puppy's head and immediately began pumping forward, seeking a maw to fuck before the lad has even an opportunity to wet anything past the head.
"Daddy, W-" the child began to protest, but to no avail as his Father cut off his very words with a harshly planted member in his mouth, the warm meat quite literally forcing its way down his throat. Sinking to his knees to make the process easier, Chance slowly relaxed his throat, thankful for the years of build-up that he could attribute to the professional level to which he had ascended.
Ian's eyes rolled backwards in his skull as his sons tongue found its way to his balls, his entire pulsating rod buried within the tight, moist confines of his son's throat.
"Holy....Shit...Really?" was all the larger male could manage as he stared at his son in disbelief. Glancing upwards, the small pup did nothing more than wink, teasing the simplicity, as if finally deep-throating all of his Daddy's ten inches wasn't an amazing accomplishment.
Noting the wink, Ian groaned out in frustration, truly wishing his son didn't do that, as he was now completely lost to inhibition.
"Hold on, baby boy," Ian whispered as a paw fell to his son's neck, stroking it slowly and feeling the thickness of the boy's throat, his cock pulsing at the thought. With no more than the brief warning, the large male reached forward and held the back of his sons head, small whisps of hair snaking through his fingers, and began thrusting as forcefully as he possibly could. While he could hear the protests his son was making, his was lost in the moment and there wasn't a chance of any adjustments. Amazed at his son's ability to swallow every inch of his meat, the Canine adult adjusted his grip on the puppy's soft head fur as he began to withdraw his glimmering, pre-cum coated cock from the boys maw, almost to the head, before lodging it deeply into the warm, awaiting throat.
Struggling to accommodate the size of the juicy sausage sliding it's way in and out of the back of his throat, Chase closed his eyes as tears instinctively streamed down the side of his cheeks. The tears weren't out of pain or fear, but mere reflex, at cock bottomed out in the young cub's throat time and time again. Slowly allowing more and more into his throat, the ten year old boy began feeling his face heat as he adjusted to the sudden intrusion, warming to the task.
Within sixty seconds of the face-fuckings abrupt beginning, Chase was nearly throwing his waiting face onto his father's leaking cock, letting the pre-cum dribble down his cheeks, unable to find time to swallow as he bobbed his head to the rhythm of his fathers thrusting.
"Holy shit, boy, when did you get this good?" the larger male asked, both hands now focusing on the back of the boys head as he began slamming the member in until it nearly reached the bottom of his pre-teen boy's throat. Feeling the constraint of his son's apparent gasping, or so he gathered from the on-and-off throat squeezing he was receiving, he thrust one final time into the boys awaiting maw before leaning his head back and groaning out at the amazing feeling of his son's vice like infini-throat.
Trying to pull away but finding himself unable, Chase was entirely unprepeared for the amount of flowing cum that erupted from his Daddy's sweet cock. Having blown the male before, he expected a reasonable amount of juice - the white liquid that flew into the puppy's waiting stomach was like no other amount the lad could recall.
"Fuck that, you get a shower," Ian moaned out as he slid his still firing cock from the cum-guzzling child, taking close aim and coating the soft-furred face with blast after blast of hot, gooey jizz. Painting the adorable expression on the exhausted pups face, his father immediately followed the dog to the ground, licking the cum off of his face before plunging his coated tongue into his boys mouth, receieving an equally energetic response.
Pulling away and sitting up, Ian would smile at the boy happily. "Now. Ready for me to grab Lance, Chase? He wants some of his boys tight ass, and so do I."
Panting, and coated in glistening cum, Chase turned his head towards his father, catching his breath before smiling lightly.
"I want both of you, Daddy."