Father and Son
FATHER AND SON 18+ M/M Yiff Yea you kinda get the point...
- * * "Dad, where are my clothes!!!!" Dean cried from his upstairs bedroom. He was a mixed breed of a fox and wolf, but mostly wolf. He had grey fur with a light red tint, and had the tail of a wolf, but at the tip it opened to bright white. "It's being washed. Take some of my clothes. I know they won't fit, but you gotta hurry up." His father was a very big wolf. Not too long ago, he lost his wife in an accident. "Come on, your breakfast is getting cold." Dean ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. Dean was a little taller than his father, but they don't share the same interests. His father loved sports and was the captain of the school football and lacrosse team. While he loved art and video games that includes computers. "Dad, are you coming home today? You know, after school?", "Maybe, I have things to do later." Dean was a freshman in high school and it was nearing the end of the second semester. "Dean, go home after school and finish washing your clothes. I'll see you later at 3rd period." His dad said from the car window after letting him out. Just before Dean could reply, the school bell rang signaling the beginning of first period. The school day was boring as it is everyday. Spanish class had four particular kids who would harass the rest, though most found it funny. English got boring when the teacher began to read. Then it was P.E. Just as he enters the locker-room, his dad catches him. When he looked into his eyes, it looked like he was crying. "Dad, what's wrong?" he didn't reply, he just let go and went into the gymnasium, leaving Dean with a confused and helpless look. He turned and rushed to his gym locker and opened it. "Hey Dean, where have you've been?" came a voice. He just ignored it. Just then, a tiger round the corner meeting eye to eye. "What do you want Dion? I already paid you your money. What do you want from me now?" He didn't look in their direct. He started to take his shirt off when he felt his arm being grabbed. "You know what we want. You have to get your dad to let us on the football team." Again, Dean ignored them. He grabbed Dion's arm and twisted it until he let go. "Arg!!!" he let go and finished changing. "Dion, you didn't make the team, because you didn't even try out." During lunch, he was the only student to be able to sit with the teachers. His father being the school's gum teacher and his family being close friends with the principle. But usually, he only sat alone with his dad. "Dad, what was that about....You know about last period." His dad didn't reply, he just took a bite of his lunch. "Hey Yashiro, how you holding?" the principle was approaching. He was a massive lion with a very defined body. Unlike the teachers' dress code of the usual casual wear, he wore a white unbutton formal shirt covering a tight black shirt along with a pair of blue jeans. He was young, younger than my father. If you didn't know he was a principle, you could mistake him for a senior. AS he walked his muscles rippled under his dark shirt. You could see every curve of every muscle under it. "Oh, Leon, I'm fine, you?", "Same, so has it been since...well you know." His dad lowered his head and Dean stopped eating. "...It's been fine..." He took a bite of his salad. "...Oh, sorry to bring her up again. Do you need anything? Anything at all, you can just ask me.", "No, there's nothing I really need right now." Just then the bell rang. "Dean, get to class, I'll see you later." He nodded and left. 'Something's not right. Dad isn't like this...something is defiantly wrong.' Dean thought to himself as he walked home. As he looked up he saw his father's car turn the corner, he followed. He followed it to the cemetery. He hid behind a tree as he watched his father get out of the red mustang. He shadowed him to a grave stone. He climbed the nearby tree to see what he was doing. "Cecilia...why'd you leave me. I can't do this anymore. I need you, Dean needs you." His father placed a lone rose onto the gravestone. "Its been a long time hasn't it. I remember when we all went to the beach together. Heh, Dean couldn't even swim because he always thought there was a shark." He could hear his father laugh. But it only made him blush because he knew it was true. "WHY, why did you have to leave me Cecilia!!! We can't leave without you!" Yashiro hunched over the grave where his beloved laid. Tears rolled down his muzzle onto the rose. Just then he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see his son crying too. "Dean, w-why did you come here...?" wiping his eyes. "I followed you. Why didn't you just tell me?" he turned away. "Dad, why didn't you?! WHY!?" a sharp pain surge through his body as his own son punched him. "D-dad, I didn't mean to, I'm sorry. It just, I-", "No, your right. I deserved that, I should've told you. Its just that...every time I talk about her, it makes it harder for me to forget her." He didn't say anything just lowered his head. "Let's talk about this later, its getting dark. Let's go home." They entered the house just as they left it. "Dean, I'm going to take a shower. You can do whatever, but make sure your homework's done." He dad left him and headed up the stairs. Dean went into the kitchen and got a cup of milk. He took it all in one pass. He poured himself another and did the same. He heard the shower turn on as the drops of water slammed against the shower floor. He suddenly felt his bladder get agitated. He rushed upstairs and knocked on the bathroom door. "Dad, open the door!", "It's opened, you know it doesn't have a lock." A wave of embarrassment swept over him. He opened the door and sat in front of the can. He couldn't resist turning to the shower. The shower was bigger than normal showers because they expanded it. Since his mother died, they began running low on money. So they expanded it so both his father and him can take a shower to save water, but now they don't much anymore. The door was transparent, nothing shrouding the person inside. The lupine's dark black fur glistened as the water splashed against it. The heavy arms bulged with muscles and his powerful chest. Dean paled in comparison, for if he rivaled his father, he'd be beaten beyond death itself. Since he wasn't paying attention, his urine went everywhere even on him. "Ah! Shit!", "Dean, what's going on out there?", "N-nuttin! It's nothing." He took off his soiled clothes. 'Great, now I got no clothes left. I should've finished washing the rest. ...Maybe, I should take a shower too.' He slowly approached the door with an outstretched arm. Suddenly the door slid open. "Come in, I can smell you a mile away." Looking at his face, he seemed to return to his happy-go self. Dean nodded and entered. They turned back to back. "Son, how long has it been since, your mom has left us?", "...Six years ago...today..." They washed out their fur and headed out. Dean and Yashiro went to Dean's room. For the last six years, he's been sleeping with Dean. He couldn't bear to be in the same room as his wife once was. His room was just as big as his parents. Hit was dark blue from floor, wall, to ceiling. There was only two winds, one to the street and another that was blocked by a tree. The bed was in the corner and everything else was scattered about. The drawers on the opposite wall of the bed and closet. The TV. at the foot of the bed. The computer sat in a lone corner. The walls were covered in posters of people Dean idolized. Just above his bed were pictures of him and his dad. But there was one picture that stood out the most. A picture of is mother, Cecilia. He and his father shared the same room and that included his clothes as well. Dean went over to his drawers and notice there was nothing in it. "Uh oh...." Yashiro paused at the doorway. "What is it?" Dean looked as his father as he stood at the door way. "I washed my clothes along with your's... Now I remember why I told you to wash the clothes." Even in the dark, he turned red under his fur as he placed a hand behind his head. 'How do you forget that?' They both climbed into bed, naked. Backs turned to the other. "Dean, do you like...guys?" Dean felt his hair stand on end, he was shocked that his father even mentioned it. "W-what makes y-you say t-that?" he stuttered. "I've seen you in the shower room. You look at the others sheaths." Dean blushed as he felt his father's arms wrap around him. "Do you know why I took this job...?", "N-no..." he felt his father's hand slid down his chest and onto his sac. "Dad, you were married!", "That was when...she was with us." He turned him over so they were eye to eye. His father got closer until they were locked into a kiss. He allowed his dad to explore for a moment when he got his chance to explore his. He reached down and fondled with Yashiro's sac. But as he reached down, he didn't touch the sac but his dad's own member. He unlocked the kiss and looked down. There his father's member stood in its 14" glory. His dad forcefully made his member come out. It stood 10" length, again he paled in comparison. He lowered himself 'til he came face to face with the massive member dripping with beads of pre. He looked up at his father who responded with a nod. He wrapped his muzzle around the member as much he could. "Ohhhh" He began to bob his head suckling on his father's cock. He suddenly felt warm liquid ooze into his mouth. He let go as cum fell onto the bed. "Sorry, I should've warned you." He stuck out his tongue letting the lupine seed slide off, with a disgusted look on his face. "Don't worry you'll get used to it." He turned away and cleaned the rest of his father seed from his cock. "Dean, could you lay on your back ...?" Dean looked up with a confused look he hesitated but ,reluctantly, turned over and laid on his back. His dad picked up him up and held him close. He felt something poking his entrance. "Dad, what are you... dad?" "This will hurt." He shoved the entire 14" in his son's entrance. Dean gripped onto his father's shoulder as he moved faster and harder. He bit onto Dean's shoulder to grip him. His movements began to blur. Dean's member rubbed between Yashiro's abs and his own. The friction began to become overwhelming as he cock exploded with lupine seed, covering their chests. "D-Dean!" His father's cock erupted with his own seed coating his ass with stick fluid. "Dean...I love you.", "Same here." He untied himself and let him down. "I guess we need another shower.", "I have a better idea." Dean bent down and began to clean off the cum on his father and his father did the same. * * * Yea, I suk at writing stories. >.> tell me how you think about it anyways...