The Lesson
The first thing Lucky noticed was how much further Pongo's shadow stretched than his own. When sitting up, facing away from the sun, it was double the length of his own; though not the largest of them (that was Duke's distinction), he was by no means the smallest. Still he felt tiny. Though he knew that his father was a full grown male, he couldn't shake feelings of inadequacy.
He knew it wasn't his fault; he would easily be his father's equal one day, but at the moment, it troubled him.
Lucky made a mental note not to let it bother him.
But still...
Pongo cleared his throat and spoke first, "What's bothering you son?"
He stopped to organize his thoughts. There were many things rolling around inside his mind, each thought gossamer, thin, flighty, and easily forgotten, but some of them persisted. He didn't know how to deal with those.
It had started innocently enough: one of their myriad adventures, he'd been walking behind Cadpig. That was when it had happened. He'd been paying too much attention to her gait. The way her hips swayed. The way her muscles stretched and bent around her bones. The way her ass moved.
He had given it no further thought. He had noticed those same aspects to Tripod's movement. But its recurrence is what bothered him. He lost focus around her. He would look at her when she couldn't see him. He enjoyed watching her sleep. He would lag behind with a single purpose. No one had yet to guess. He easily feigned ignorance when he could to get a good view. If a comment was raised, it was dismissed perfunctorily.
However, this feeling had bent his mind towards it entirely. He couldn't do anything without gauging his closeness to a view of one of his siblings. But he wasn't looking at them to see them. Cadpig would have chimed in with something about forests and trees, but he hadn't been paying attention to her mouth though he very much liked her lips.
Much like he thought that Tripod had beautiful cheeks though he wasn't referring to his face.
Finally he said, "Dad?"
"What is it Lucky?"
He sighed, "I don't know."
"Just try."
"I can't."
"It's ok. Just tell me."
"I've been," he hesitated for a moment, "thinking about some of the other pups lately."
Pongo cocked his head, "That's nothing to be ashamed of."
Lucky let out a relieved breath then said,
"I think I'm in love with either Tripod or Cadpig."
Pongo gawked; it was all he could think to do. He hadn't been sure what to expect, but if he'd been asked before hand, he wouldn't have even considered an answer like that.
Lucky bowed his head, ashamed. He felt like crying. Even his own father thought that something was wrong with him.
Pongo reached a long arm out, and with careful ease, pulled Lucky to him. He thought that it was colder in the umbrage, near his father's stomach. He couldn't return the affection. His face was awkwardly close to his father's body; his skin was warm. Pongo rubbed Lucky's back.
"I still love you."
"What do you mean?"
"Whoever you choose to love, I'll still love you."
"What if I told you I think I love Tripod more?"
"I'd say it's good that you're not keeping it in the family. I'd also say I'm a bit shocked."
Lucky hung his head again. His cheek brushed against Pongo's skin. The fur tickled the older dog. He chuckled. The small tremors of his abdomen felt like an earthquake to Lucky; each ripple seemed a punch.
"What makes you think you love Tripod?"
"I don't know. It's just a feeling I get around him."
Pongo pondered for a few seconds, "That could be infatuation."
"What's that? Sounds like something Rolly would eat."
His reaction this time was a loud laugh, "Infatuation is a crush Lucky. It doesn't mean love, but it's very close."
"Oh," he tried not to seem embarrassed.
"Have you told Tripod about this?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"I'm afraid of what he might say."
"Oh."
Silence for a few seconds, "You'll have to do it eventually."
"I know."
"Would you know what to say to him?"
"No."
"Would you like my advice as a parent?"
Confused, "I don't know."
"Oh," Pongo made sure he was looking at Lucky when he spoke, "Would you like to hear it and decide for yourself?"
His scratchy voice was quiet, "Ok."
"Well," he cleared his throat again, "You should try to find out how he feels about you before you do anything. That's fairly simple. Just ask something along the lines of 'what would you say if someone told me they had a crush on you?' Then see how he responds to that. Make sure he knows it's a male. If he doesn't realize it by now, tell him. I'm pretty sure he'll get your drift right away, since he's pretty astute."
"What do I do after I tell him?"
"Find out how he feels."
Lucky looked at him.
"Then find out if he wants a relationship. How much do you love him?"
"A lot."
"Hmm. This could be a problem. Is there anything you'd do for him?"
"Anything."
"You've known you love him for a long time now haven't you?"
"Yes."
"This is a bold question, but what do you know about sex?"
Lucky smiled, "More than you think."
"Have you ever thought about Tripod in that way?"
"Yes. I don't want to, but I do."
"There's nothing wrong with it. If you and he were to do something, would you know how to be safe?"
Quizzical, "I, I think so."
"Tell me."
"I just have to watch him and make sure I'm not hurting him."
"There's more to it than that."
"What do you mean?"
"Do you want me to show you?"
Lucky cocked his head.
He sighed, "Bend over."
Lucky leaned forward, his rump raised, tail off to one side. Nothing happened. He looked to his right and saw Pongo stroking himself, his paw running slowly down the loose skin of his sheath. His father was so much larger. Lucky thought that he could sit in just the shadow of his father's penis. Pongo inhaled sharply, his quick intake of breath made Lucky shake.
He waited for a few seconds, then closed his eyes, still waiting.
Pongo's voice surprised him, "Are you ready?"
Lucky nodded.
He positioned himself easily above the puppy. One paw cradled his cock, engorged and massive, between the base and the center of the shaft. He had to waddle forward to reach Lucky. It took him a few additional moments before his tip touched Lucky's asshole. His size restricted movement; he was only capable of perfunctory penetration, but it was enough to loose Lucky's own puppyhood.
He looked down, his chin resting on his chest, he could see his own swelling, but it seemed puny next to his father's gargantuan length. It didn't matter though, he was enjoying a new feeling. He'd never felt anything like it before. Sure, he'd licked himself more than few times, but he'd grown tired of the same feeling. He'd tried his own paw, but it was too awkward to do with any regularity.
This was something else entirely. He could feel the friction between them. The skin rubbing deliciously.
It didn't take long for this new stimulus to push him out fully. When Pongo pushed hard enough (which wasn't hard considering) Lucky could feel his cock slap against the grassy ground. It wasn't unpleasant, but it wasn't going to get him anywhere. He took a cue from his father, and grabbed himself, paw fondling himself gently.
It was difficult for Pongo to maneuver himself around his son. The size difference was nearly insurmountable in more ways than one. He wanted to shove himself in as far as he could, but he didn't want to hurt him. His thrusts were short but forceful, but he was restrained, mindful of what he was doing.
Nothing much was going on. Lucky was enjoying himself, but had the distinct feeling that there was more to it. Pongo was having trouble rising to climax. He couldn't go in deep or with the intensity that he usually reserved for his sessions with Perdita. Lucky was pawing at his cock, but it was nothing serious. Just enough impetus to keep him mildly aroused. He would never cum with his current rhythm. The newness of anal penetration was wearing off but still exciting.
He was starting to get into the swing of things when he noticed that his father had started to diminish his speed. Very quickly, he was left alone, paw cupping, ass raised, waiting and frustrated.
Lucky turned and looked at Pongo, "What is it?"
"That was just for starters. There's a lot more that you can do. When there are two of you, there are two mouths, two penises, but eight paws. Think of everything you can do."
Lucky cocked his head to the right slightly.
Pongo couldn't help but grin, "Lie back."
He did as instructed, lowering his ass until he was sitting then rocking back on his haunches. He felt vulnerable like that, his stomach and genitals exposed.
Pongo bent down and sniffed at Lucky. He could smell himself on the puppy. His breath washed over lucky with each rapid exhalation. It tickled. Lucky tried not to giggle, slapping his paws over his mouth. But his body still responded, shaking, chuckling just like his father, almost involuntarily.
Pongo gave a test lick, a quick daubing of saliva from Lucky's small tail hole to his scrotum. Lucky gasped. Pongo could taste himself. The musky odor clung to Lucky's fur.
Lucky moaned. His eyes were closed though his head was bowed forward as if to watch what was happening. He could feel himself bobbling as Pongo's tongue lapped at him. It was another new sensation, surpassing the first. It was different though. It was more pleasant. The warmth of Pongo's tongue was a comfort to be enjoyed rather than a dubious response to be endured.
He felt strange, he couldn't use his paws on himself. They were bent out at the elbow and wrist, but were serving no purpose. Instead, he concentrated on what was happening to him. Though he wasn't responsible for it, he knew what was going on. He knew what would occur in what order.
It started slowly like it always did. At first the pleasure was low. It only came when there was flesh on flesh contact between them. When Pongo's tongue ran up his small cock is when it felt best. The feeling washed over him and subsided swiftly.
The waves gradually grew in intensity. Pleasure lingering a few short moments after Pongo started over, remaining just long enough for him to bring it back up to it's momentary peak. It rose, engulfing him in his inexorable march to climax. He started bucking his hips harder as Pongo's tongue rose to the tip of his penis. He thrust into sheet of muscle. It wrapped around his thin cock.
His knot emerged, the bulbous swelling extended him by another inch and a half. Pongo easily compensated for the rise in height. He was watching Lucky intently, paying close attention to his actions, scrutinizing every movement and adjusting accordingly.
Pongo had grown increasingly horny. The attention he was giving was matched by his own paw pumping energetically. He hadn't done anything like this in a while. He was amazed that his abilities didn't seem to be suffering from any lack of use detriment. He wasn't pawing at himself with any seriousness; it was merely an added bonus to the fun he was having now.
Lucky was approaching his climax. Pongo seemed to have the uncanny ability to predict how he was going to react before he did. When something was about to change, Pongo was there. He didn't break stride. His licks were brisk, covering the same ground as before, but driving him upwards.
He could feel his shaft expand as the cum drained into it. He groaned hoarsely and came. He sprayed his cum onto Pongo's tongue. He swallowed it while continuing to lick as he did before, from balls to tip. When he hit the tip, Lucky shuddered more. It got to where he would struggle to get away though he couldn't. Pongo had him pinned down and was cleaning him meticulously. When he was satisfied, he let Lucky get up.
"Well?" he asked.
Lucky looked at him, "Well, what?"
"Did you enjoy that?"
Breathless, "Yeah."
"Do you think Tripod would enjoy that?"
"Oh yeah."
"Promise me you'll let me know if there's anything else that's bothering you in the future?"
"I promise."
Pongo pulled Lucky to him once more.
The End