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~Ruther bounced from foot to foot, trying look over crowds of people as a massive air craft carrier smoothly docked into the military harbor. It had been eight months, six weeks and three days since Ruther had seen his father, he knew because he counted and now his wait was thankfully over. He watched with anticipation as slowly but surely, uniformed men and women stepped back on the dry land, and into the waiting arms of their family and friends. The mutt could hear tears of happiness being shed and he felt the same, but with all the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his body was having a hard enough time dealing with the excitement he felt without adding crying to the equation. He continued to watch, some people were holding signs with names on them to help locate their loved ones, but Ruther didn't need one, he knew his father when he saw him, no matter how far away he was.

He was a coyote-mutt just like Ruther, but with a broad, strong, powerful frame, the kind of body that wasn't sculpted from lifting weights or protein regiments, but rather built from a life of hard and satisfying labor, a body that Ruther gladly flung himself into.

"Dad!" Ruther yelled as he couldn't help himself, running up and into his fathers's arms.

"Ruther! How have you been pup!?" Warrant Officer Carlos Mass was taken by surprise, dropping his pack as he happily caught his wiry son, tears starting to well in his deep brown eyes. The puppy just quickly licked his father's cheek.

"Aww, come on dad, don't cry, okay?" Ruther said, just as cheerful as he always was. The older mutt just smiled and blinked hard a few times.

"Crying? I wasn't crying, a real man doesn't cry, son." Said Carlos, sniffing a little dramaticly. "Hey pup, let's get out of her okay? I got something to give you anyway."

"Really?!" Ruther's lit up, his long tail wagging franticly behind him as he resisted jumping down from his father's arms and rummage though his pack. "What is it!?"

"Let's go home first, I'm in the mood for a nice dinner and a long shower." The larger coyote said with a toothy grin as he hefted his pack back on one shoulder and Ruther on the other.

"Yeah, I'm feeling pretty hungry too....Can we have burritos?" The pup asked, his tail wagging slower now that he was being carried through the crowd of reunions.

" Yeah, of course, that sounds really good actually."

"With beef....And cabbage?"

Carlos laughed as he patted his son's back playfully. "Of course, the best kind ever! Now, uh....Where did you park pup?"

~

Ruther and Carlos sat slumped on the plush sofa together, their large dinner resting happily in their stomachs as the older coyote flipped though the channels. The living room, along with most of the cookie-cutter, military house was decorated by Ruther, with high end technology paired with furniture prefect for napping on and his father hadn't minded this at all.

"Haven't watched T.V in forever, and still nothin' is on." The older coyote said with a chuckle before settling on a crime show. "I see you kept the house nice, thank you."

"Not really." Ruther smiled. "This place looked like crap a few days ago, I only cleaned up for you, and you're welcome."

Carlos just rolled his eyes and pawed lightly at his sons muzzle before turning back to watch investigators being interviewed. Al thought they had a multitude of things to talk about, how Ruther was doing in school, Carlos' various stories of military life, How many video games had Ruther bought with his hefty allowance and how many of them were worth Carlos' time, they sat in relative silence, content with enjoying each other's presence rather than conversation. Although the silence was pleasant, the scent of tension hung thick in the air between the two, unnoticeable to Ruther until he sat down next to his dad, smelling it with embarrassing ease.

"Well pup, I should probably take that shower now, before it gets too late." Carlos sighed, sitting up after a long while and working his undershirt over his head before tossing it on shoulder. Ruther whined, but not in protest, he whined at the sight of his father's bare chest. The military had done wonders for Carlos' physique, only slightly visible though his shaggy fur, Ruther could still make out the deep valley of his abs and the bulge of his biceps while all the other muscles where still fairly hidden. Ruther's eyes shot back up to his father's, thankfully the older dog was still focused on the television.

"Aww, come on." The younger coyote whimpered. "I think the next episode is new."

Carlos turned back to his son then back to the T.V, the investigation portion of the show enthralling him more then he first thought it would. "I wanna, but I really should clean myself." Carlos whimpered back, teasing Ruther.

"You can be a little dirty, I don't mind!" Said Ruther excitedly, hoping that he could sway Carlos.

"I mind though." Carlos said with a laugh, before kneeling down and pressing his nose into his son's headfur. "Oh good god, when was the last time you bathed?!"

Ruther's muzzle hung open in disbelief, having just showered right people he came to get Carlos which was only a few hours ago. "What?! I don't smell bad!"

"Oooh yes you do pup." Said Carlos with a disapproving shake of his head before yanking Ruther up and out of his seat, the younger male squirming futilely. "I could have sworn I taught you better."

"But I don't wanna!" Ruther wailed, sounding as distressed as he could.

"Whaaat? You make it seem like you don't want to take a shower with your old man." Carlos said with short snicker. Ruther still pouted, but his long tail started to wag slowly as he was carried upstairs. It was seemed wrong, a father and his fairly adult son sharing a shower, But Carlos and Ruther didn't have a conventional, father and son relationship. They were two people that loved each other, to them it didn't matter if they were related or not, they showed their love for each other like any other pair of people...With sex, lots and lots of sex.

This thought was the only thing on Carlos' mind. It was his sexual tension that Ruther smelled on the couch, eight months of absolutely no sexual contact could do that to a man. The older coyote's arousal grew with each step, walking past the upstairs bathroom and going right to the master bedroom's, he wanted to limit the distance between the shower and a bed.

"Clothes, off." Carlos said, depositing his son on the tile floor so he could get the tap running. Ruth didn't need to be told twice, quickly tossing his clothing aside with a practiced ease, knowing quite well how his father could be when he was this aroused. Steam was already starting to fill the small room, the damp heat accentuating the older coyote's scent enough to fuel Ruther's own desire.

"What now?" The young coyote knew then answer, but hearing it out loud and in his father's voice made his sheath thicken and his tail wag.

"You get in and I'll make sure my pup is ready to take this." Carlos made a lewd show of grabbing his still clothed crotch, a grin spreading over his graying muzzle as he saw a visible shudder run up Ruther's spine. The nude male didn't waste time, hastily jumping under the running water. As his freshly water soaked fur laid flat against his skin, Ruther listened intently to his father remove his pants and just listening made his member twitch with life. Sound of the soft clink of him unfastening his belt buckle followed by the shuffle of the fabric hitting the floor made Ruther's blood run hot, his knot already beginning to fill out even before he was free of his sheath.

Heavy paws placed on Ruther's shoulders and the large presence behind him was his limit, his stiff member jerked free from the sheath, the three silver barbells pierced along the underside of his shaft easily slipping out. Carlos let out a low rumbling growl not able to see his son's length but knowing by the new, needier scent that Ruther didn't want to wait anymore, and neither did he. Strong, work hardened paws traveled down the younger coyote's frame, caressing the masculine curves of his back and hips as Carlos reacquainted himself with his son's body. Ruther just stood still under the warm water, only his stiff cock and the wide smile spread over his muzzle betraying his relaxed demeanor.

As relaxed as he was, Ruther still let out a loud yelp and nearly jumped into the ceiling when he was surprised with a hot fingertip teasing him under his tail. He hadn't noticed his father's paw dip lower, and he definitely hadn't noticed that it found its way so quickly to his tight ring.

"Calm down pup." Carlos chuckled, pressing himself against Ruther side, making sure that his frim, but still sheathed member rested right on his hip. "Still as tight as ever I see."

Ruther didn't dare suppress the moan and rose out of him, the sensation of his father's playful prodding finger and the throbbing but annoyingly hidden member settled against him caused him to nearly melt in absolute bliss. The older male helped Ruther stay standing, a strong arm keeping him up while the other caused the weakness in his knees. The treatment lasted for a long while, the pair of coyotes standing together under the warm water as the drops flattened their fur. Ruther hazarded as peek at Carlos, and was met with an eyeful of sexy 'yote. He always knew his father kept his body maintained like a well oiled machine but he rarely had the chance to see the visual proof under all his shaggy fur. The phrase 'Chiseled like a Greek god' is cliché, and it didn't fit Carlos, he was so much more. Each of his muscles had a job to do, had to keep him alive when under fire, but when not under that intense pressure his muscles shown like they were on stage with sheets of falling water as his spotlight. Ruther allowed himself to take the sight in like a fine aged wine, his eyes starting at the hard chest that flexed subtlety with the slight movement's of the finger that he just now remembered was toying with his tailhole and letting his gaze fall down to the thick abdomen that wasn't particularly defined like those of movie stars but was built like those of a fighter.

"Hey, eyes front soldier." Carlos' deep rumble quickly drew Ruther's eyes back up to his face before he caught sight anything really interesting. "You ready?"

The younger coyote wasn't given a chance to answer as he was surprised once again, the finger that had massaged and relaxed his puckered ring slid inside him quickly, making Ruther emit a short and lusty gasp. Carlos grinned inwardly as he felt Ruther's warm insides tighten around his finger, his cock flexing in its sheath from the thought of having his way with the taut hole. While Carlos felt out the familiar territory, the younger coyote's jaw clenched in pain and pleasure, wincing as the finger penetrated his long neglected hole. Ruther made it a point to avoid any anal play in the weeks before his father came home, holding off on using his small collection of dildos and turning away his stubborn hybrid brother to allow his father something especially tight and warm to come home to, and into.

Right as Ruther was beginning to enjoy the probing finger, it was pulled from him, leaving him empty and aching for more.

"No whining." Commanded Carlos before Ruth had the chance to whine. "Come on, let's get dried off." The younger 'yote proceeded to shake himself dry, much to the annoyance of his father. Feeling like he exacted revenge from being told not to whine, Ruther casually stepped out of the shower and took a seat on the counter top, his fur still slightly damp but feeling much too excited and impatient to use the fur dryer. Carlos let out an exasperated sigh and followed suit, shaking any stray water droplets free from his coat before he walked out himself, glancing over his son with a lop-sided smile and giving him a look that asked "Was that really necessary?"

Ruther didn't stifle his laugher when his saw his father's disheveled fur stuck up at odd angles, but it quickly ended when Carlos slid up close to him, standing between his legs. He could still smell the masculine scent of coyote this close, but that could have been due to the fact that most of the lengthy shower was spent with Carlos teasing him. The unexpected caress of paws on his ass caused Ruther to yelp, the strong paws giving him a firm squeeze before they tugged him close to the older males body. Carlos grinned as he grinded his stomach against his son's hard, pierced cock, the small barbells tickling the skin around his belly button.

"My pup ready to get fucked?" growled Carlos in his low baritone, the shiver he watched run up Ruther's spine as he spoke was enough of an answer. With a soft grunt the older 'yote hefted his son up by his rear and carried him out of the bathroom, the younger instinctively hugged his neck tightly. The trip to the bed was short but Ruther enjoyed it none the less, clutched in his father's strong arms, feeling more safe and loved then he had in a long time filled his heart with comfort and made his shaft jump between their bellies. When he was placed on the bed he held on to his dad for a little longer, whispering his uncensored feelings in his ear, before letting go. The words made Carlos' ears hot as he blushed from them, but they made the gears start turning in his head. Here he had what most gay men wished for, a gorgeous, young, and willing male who wanted nothing more than to satisfy him. Carlos questioned for a moment as to what do with Ruther, his libido soon answered "Everything."

The older coyote smirked as he quickly pinned his son's wrist above his head, looking down at the younger coyote who looked back, not the slight bit surprised by his father's suddenly rougher demeanor. It's was often like this, rough and desperate, even when his father was home for a while and didn't have the excuse of being pent up for months, and it was the way they both liked it. Carlos wasn't going to waste precious time foreplay and pillow talk, that could wait, for now he wanted, needed his son in the worst way and wasn't going to wait any longer. Before he could get ahead of himself, Carlos reached for his bedside dresser, feeling around inside for the bottle of lube, It was a new bottle and the expensive stuff too, the pup had planned ahead.

Carlos smiled inwardly as he thrust the bottle into his son's paws and pushed himself back into a standing position and eyeing his son knowingly. Ruther glanced at the lubricant then up at his father before his understood what he was suppose to do, grinning wildly as he sat up. He was met with the sight of his father's thick sheath, the cock that he knew lied within it was straining and aching for freedom but it wouldn't get it until Ruther helped it along. Young but experienced paws reached for and grasped Carlos' sheath, drawing a short but telling groan from the older male, announcing loudly that it had been too long since he was touched in such a way. Ruther heard this and gladly answered, running his finger tips over his father's manhood, the short brown fur tickling his paw pads as he pulled a second groan from the older coyote. The still hidden cock throbbed with life as the smaller male lavished it in his paws, rubbing and stroking sweet spots he had committed to memory over the years, and in that time he had learned his father's true weakness, the thing that would make him hard as steel in a matter of seconds.

Ruther couldn't hold back his smile as he bowed his head, placing his cool nose pad against his Carlos' overfilled balls. A wave of pleasure surged up Carlos' back while his cock giving a violent twitch, forced to place a paw on his son's shoulder if he didn't want to topple over in writhing pleasure. Ruther took in a long, deep breath, inhaling the feral scent of the man that sired him, knowing that only a hairs' breadth away, half of his being was formed twenty years prior. That knowledge made the pup's face hot, and his tongue greedy for a taste.

Little warning was given when Ruther opened his maw wide and sucked both of his father's heavy balls into his mouth, wasting no more time then he had to. Carlos's hips jerks ferociously when his cock tugged free from its flesh and fur prison, true to form for the old 'yote with an exceedingly sensitive sack. Ruth murred as his suckled at the golf ball sized orbs with wild abandon, drool already starting to make a mess of his lips while the stiff member looming over his muzzle dribbled a single bead of pre-cum on his forehead. The younger coyote managed to let out a low whine between giving Carlos' balls a thorough tongue bath when he glanced up at the cock bobbing above him, it looked bigger at his angle, but he knew not by much. He felt torn, service that overburdened sack, or swallow that needy rod. While Ruther was left debating on his next move, Carlos took action, pulling his balls free from the warm maw with much reluctance before motioning for his son to stand and turn around.

Ruther felt slightly annoyed as having his playthings taken away before the strong paw that pressed down on his back reminded him why they were. Pillow talk and foreplay and can wait, his father needed his fuck his son now. Ruther took his rightful place before Carlos, on his paws and knees with his fluffy tail raised coyly, barely enough to expose his own swinging sac, patiently waiting for the impending onslaught that came from too much sexual frustration. The soft click of the bottle opening and the slick sound of the viscous fluid landing on a warm paw made Ruther grin and look between his legs. He could only see his father's strong thighs and his own painfully erect cock hanging beneath him but he didn't need to see anything when he felt a finger coated with cool lube press at his anus. A soft gasp spilled from the younger coyote's muzzle as the cold gel quickly warmed to his body temperature, his father spreading it about liberally. The contact ended again much too quickly for Ruther's liking, missing the gentle touch under his tail but the sound of the gel being messily spread along something else made his heart skip and beat and his mind forget everything else.

"Ready?" Carlos panted, taking hold of the Ruther's hips. From this angle his son looked small, even weak with his body hunched over and his head bowed, but he knew that inside this smaller male was a sex drive that could put his own to shame. Ruther answered with a nod and an excited twitch, he was trying his best to be patient. His father had once told him that sex was something to be experienced not rushed, then proceeded to muzzle fuck him so Ruther knew better then to ask Carlos to hurry, no matter how eager they both were.

With a deep and ragged breath Carlos pressed the tip of his cock against his son's tail hole, placing his thumb on top of the thick head to aid him with slipping into his Ruther's depths. The older coyote tensed while the younger relaxed, letting out a longing moan when the familiar sensation of being penetrated sent shocks of pleasure up and down his spine. Inch by thick, throbbing, deep red inch slipped inside the pup's tight rump, drawing shallow moans from both of them. Ruther's body trembled as he hungrily took Carlos' cock, all nine inches of the 'yote finally coming to rest inside him. Carlos' eyes were shut tightly as he savored the sinfully satisfying feeling of Ruther around his cock, how the slight twitches and flexing of the anal muscles translated into gasps and growls of pleasure for him. After a few long moments of relishing in his son's tightness, Carlos finally drew his hips back, pulling only a few inches of his length from Ruther before brusquely shoving them back in to the hilt. Ruther let out a low groan, as tight as he was around his father, the thick shaft felt right inside him and felt like a tender punishment whenever it left him.

The base of Carlos' shaft already had the telltale swelling of his knot, the thick mass of flesh aching to be buried inside of Ruther but Carlos resisted, for now. The older coyote found a slow rhythm to his thrusts, his thighs flexing while his paws held their firm grip around Ruther's waist, sliding his cock in and out of his son with practiced ease. The bucks were slow and gentle and they drove Ruther up the wall. The younger coyote knew it had been too long for his father, but he couldn't stand the leisurely pace, the dull twinge in the back of his head told him that he needed more than this.

Carlos let out a loud growl and griped his son's shoulder, hard, forcing the smaller male's top half down into the bed while his lower half stayed high. Ruther's heart began to race when he was shoved down, his tail already wagging in excitement, his father had read his mind.

"Alright, enough of the gentle stuff." Carlos snarled down to Ruther, causing him to whimper with need. "I'm gonna fuck you like the bad puppy you are." The line had the younger' yote's sex drive working on all cylinders, his cock that hung beneath him was a beginning to knot up, only stimulated by the prospect of being taking like he desperately needed to be. Carlos didn't give any warning besides a rumbling growl before he began thrusting into Ruther with reckless abandon, gripping his shoulder and tail, slamming their hips together with fur-muffled thumps. Ruther turned to putty in his father's paws, his tailhole unprepared, but more than happy to receive the thick, battering ram of a cock inside him. Carlos didn't relent as he took his pup properly, nor did the pup, the ring of muscle gripping and clenching at him hotly while he pounded his son.

The heavy bed frame shook with each powerful and deep thrust, the constant bang of wood on plaster resonating throughout the house. The pair of coyotes weren't having sex, nor mating and they especially weren't making love, they were fucking, like the animals they were. Carlos snarled and let out a beastly growl as he repeatedly slammed into Ruther in a sex-starved fervor, the pup whimpering as slick precum leaked from the tip of his untouched cock. The dull thump of their hips had turned in a heavy slapping sound despite the fur, adding a low pitched punctuation to each of the older 'yote's uncompromisingly rough thrusts. Ruther's eyes rolled back into his skull and his tongue hung from his muzzle as he was fucked into a blissful trance, his body acting on his own while his mind was overloaded with delight. The natural bulge at the base of Carlos' cock had quickly grown into a full sized knot, the tennis ball sized mass of blood and sexual need pummeling the poor pup's tailhole as Carlos fought instinctual urge that bit at him from the back of his head.

The younger coyote's insides squeezed tight around the bulky invader repeatedly spearing his rump but his legs were starting to go sore, his own stamina unable to contend with that of his military trained and terribly horny. Through his sex fueled frenzy Carlos could feel Ruther tremble with discomfort rather than ecstasy, although his arousal had done most of the thinking for him, he couldn't have his son in any real pain. With a great moan from both of them, Carlos reluctantly pulled himself from the tight hole before easing his son on to his back. The new position allowed the father and son to see each other, watch with voyeuristic glee at the effect they had on one another.

Before Carlos' stiff shaft could cool in the musky and sex-scented air, it was quickly rammed back into its proper place getting a sharp yelp out of Ruther before the pup wrapped his legs around his father's pumping hips. The stokes were made short but neither coyote minded, Ruther's cock already staining his belly fur with pre as he watched Carlos with half closed eyes. He thought his dad looked better than he ever had, his eyes closed and his jaw clenched in concentration, the fluid motion of his muscles as they pumped his thick member in and out of him at a constant rhythm that most men couldn't keep up for as long as he had. While Ruther was busy admiring his sire, Carlos resisted what he wanted most of all, the feeling brewing his heavy sack urged him to climax, to fill his son with month's worth of stress and tension and semen. His grip tightened on Ruther's hips before he let them go, leaning down to hug his boy tightly then yanked the smaller body off the bed, holding Ruther close and nuzzling alongside his neck with a feral snarl. Ruther quickly returned the tight hug, holding on to Carlos's neck as if his life depended on it, the heavy breathing in his ear drawing soft moans from him. The pace had quickened as Carlos jack hammered into Ruther, the burn of need finally becoming too much for even him to take.

Carlos muttered something in a low growl as he lost all self control, giving a single and hard buck of his hips to sink his knot into Ruther before he finally unloaded his burden. Ruther leaned his head back as a howl rose from his lips, expressing his pleasure of being tied in the most carnal way a coyote, his own climax triggering as well. Carlos came hard, spending himself in thick, hot jets that messily painted Ruther's clenching insides off-white. It felt like minutes to the pup before the long overdue orgasm ended, being filled to the brim with his father's seed while he was still being steadily fucked with a thick knot inside him quickly became too much.

Carlos panted and trembled on his feet, the feeling of cum running down his empty sack and on his chest and stomach pulled a satisfied if breathless groan before he sat down heavily on the bed, Ruther still clutched tight in his arms. Together they caught their breath, the younger coyote gasping each time his father's fur ticked his over-stimulated cock or the cock still knotted deep within him jerked or throbbed. After a long while they slowly released one another, Carlos flashing a tired grin down to his son while the pup just licked his nose. They didn't need to speak to know that they were both tired and needed to rest if they were going to have more fun the next day so with a soft grunt, Carlos scooted back on the bed and laid down while Ruther held on to his chest. As they came down from there orgasmic high, Ruther still tied deep with Carlos and Carlos hugging his son once again, the world started to fade into soft, comforting darkness to the pair of taxed 'yotes, sleep easily taking them.

~

Ruther stirred in his sleep before the before sunlight and sound of distant singing had finally roused him. The pup didn't move nor open his eyes right away, feeling sore and slightly distressed at the emptiness of the bed and his tailhole. It took him a moment to will his eyes open, but when he did the slight sorrow melted away. Laying on the bed next to him was a simple black cadet cap, unassuming and average but it put a smile and the achy pup's muzzle. With his normal vigor, Ruther tossed himself out of bed despite his soreness and donned the cap proudly, pulling the brim down to obscure his eyes before he strolled downstairs, nearly naked and still smelling of his father, to properly thank the singing coyote for his gift. It was going to be rough on him since his father was home, but he loved it rough.~