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It was just one night at Rosco’s dad’s house, what was there to be so nervous about?

Joe drove beneath a thick canopy of pine boughs, one that covered even the gravel driveway. As he parked, he tried to settle his nerves by taking in the woodlands. Rosco and his dad technically lived within city limits, but far enough out that their home was nestled within a great evergreen forest where lush waves of ferns crested and crashed about the roots of massive conifers. Even after two dry days, the place still smelled of rain deep in the loam.

Summer had turned everything warm, but here the shade left it pleasant instead of overbearing.

Joe closed his eyes, leaned on the roof of his old, dented truck, and tried to just breathe it all in. Far in the distance, he could just make out the rhythmic hum of the ocean. Pine resin scratched a deep instinctual itch in his nose. But, another scent sparked his instincts back to life.

Joe had come to enjoy the smell of wolf, but out here in the woods there was a visceral concern he couldn’t quite shake. It didn’t help that it wasn’t quite Rosco’s scent alone.

When he opened his eyes again, Joe found that his nose had turned of its own volition, bringing his focus to the beautiful, multi-story house reclining here at the top of a shallow hill. It was all carved wood and glass, with a balcony half-hidden in the tree branches around the top floor.

Joe stood back and straightened his shoulders, readjusting the shorts on his muscular thighs and checking that his t-shirt wasn’t tight enough to show his nipples. While he was proud of his pecs, they weren’t the most modest part of him. He knew it was stupid to worry about that in this house, but like his herbivore instincts some customs were hard to shake.

He stepped up to the double-door entrance and steeled himself for what was to come.

The moment he opened it, great odorous claws grabbed him by the throat. He could wade through the hints of fried beef and fish, salty and fat, and the two wolves did have a lovely base of sap and loam like their home itself. But above all that, strong enough to nearly bowl Joe over, was the sheer carnivore musk.

Every inch of the air in this house was heavy as a barbecue and tangy with sweat. And of course, Joe was well familiar with that savory, oily funk from between Rosco’s thighs. This wasn’t just a den, but one that belonged to two big male wolves.

Joe’s legs wobbled at first, not quite believing that he wanted them to walk deeper into such a place. He had to keep an awkward stride for a far different reason as well. Joe was, himself, a big bull moose.

He glanced cautiously around the foyer. The bottom floor had an open plan, with kitchen, living, and dining room separated only by half-walls and slight changes in lighting. If he ran into Rosco’s dad right now, there was no way he’d keep his erection hidden in these exercise shorts.

Comfort be damned, Joe should have just worn jeans.

“Rosco?” He called out. When nobody answered, Joe let out a tight breath. Now that his nose was starting to acclimate to the utter lupine miasma, his other senses were returning to him. From upstairs, he could hear the faint flow of a shower. Hopefully that was Baldric.

The sliding glass doors at the far end of the kitchen were open, so Joe stepped out onto the porch.

The wolves had a vibrant and wild garden. Pathways of mismatched stones led under vine-clad archways and around a deep, clear pond. Joe couldn’t name most of the myriad flowers and bits of greenery. He craned his neck to see the wide stone bench Rosco liked to lounge on in the evenings. It was empty.

But, as Joe stepped off the porch and past one of the arches, he did find one wolf.

Baldric’s broad shoulders moved with care and strength, muscles in his thick back bulging beside the hefty fat that padded out his flanks. Although scruffier, he was clad in the same bountiful dark-gray coat as his son. A similarly proud tail swished the ground as he knelt, tending to a small bed of plants.

Joe’s eyes, however, were drawn just beneath that tail. Great untamed tufts of fur bristled out from the bands of an off-white jockstrap. Even on the edges of Baldric’s cheeks the elastic nestled deep, struggling to contain so much lupine ass-meat.

Joe knew he shouldn’t be looking. But his boyfriend’s dad shifted to the other knee and those globes jiggled with a tantalizing promise of warm flesh made soft with blubber. Baldric wasn’t as fat as Rosco, but he clearly had more muscle to help make up the difference. And as Joe took in the shape of his rump, he had to admit that they shared a lot more than just their fur.

A sudden warm wetness brought Joe’s attention back to the throbbing erection in his shorts. His face flushed painfully hot as precum soaked into his underwear.

Baldric didn’t seem to have noticed him, with a few yards of distance and what looked like earbuds in. But Joe knew how observant wolves could be. If the wind even shifted direction, he’d know Joe was there, and be at perfect eye level to look right at his tent.

So, as carefully as his shaking hand could manage, Joe reached into his shorts, pulled back his briefs, and wrapped his fingers around his impressive club of moose meat. Still staring at Baldric’s furry ass, Joe’s hand almost thoughtlessly followed its first impulse.

The tingling pleasure of the half-stroke before he caught himself was only matched by the roiling shame in his stomach.

He had to hold himself together while he peeled his painfully-tight sheath all the way back and pulled his dick diagonally upwards. Carefully lining his underwear up, he trapped his moosehood with the elastic band.

Joe finally pulled his eyes away from the older wolf’s assets and tried to walk casually towards him.

Baldric’s big, fuzzy ears perked up just like Rosco’s did. With a grunt, but spritely, he hopped to his feet and turned, leaving his trowel in the dirt. “Joe,” He grinned wide, showing off his pointy teeth. “Thought I smelled a big moose around. The afternoon really got away from me.”

Joe tried not to follow the wolf’s wide paw as he rubbed dirt off on his bare, beefy chest. “Uh… no worries. Guess Rosco’s in the shower.”

“Yep, getting that pelt all shiny and soft for us.” Baldric waltzed over to Joe, seeming not to notice the moose’s involuntary glance down to the overstuffed off-white pouch of the jockstrap half-hidden by his belly. He got close enough that Joe’s nostrils were assaulted again, this time by much fresher, sweat-drenched masculinity. Without warning, Baldric slapped a paw on Joe’s arm. “Shoot, here I am tussling with vines before I’ve even offered my pup’s boyfriend a drink.”

For a brief moment, Joe waited for Baldric to say something about making himself decent. But of course he wouldn’t. Even a pair of shorts was rare for either wolf here. Usually, though, they at least wore underwear that covered their asses.

Joe cleared his throat, trying to ignore the feeling of Baldric’s belly brushing against him. Plush rolls of padding made the banks of muscle beneath into an alluring, warm cushion. “I’m good. Can I help you with anything out here?” The question left his snout before he could catch it.

“Aw, nice of you to ask.” Baldric patted his shoulder with bright paternal appreciation, which made Joe’s spine shudder with an unbearable mixture of comfort and icy dread. “Well, I could set you to work ripping out some invading roots back here, but…” Baldric rubbed the lighter gray scruff of his chin and beckoned to the tree line past the garden, “that storm a few nights ago knocked a bunch of branches down. I figure since I’ve got a strapping bull moose to help me out, now’s a good time to take them to the woodshed.”

As Baldric hefted a bundle of branches onto his shoulder, he tapped a paw and got Joe’s attention before he could join. “Probably want to take off that nice shirt. You’ll get it all dirty at the least, might even rip on the bark.”

Joe couldn’t think of a graceful way to refuse, even if he’d be left half-naked in front of his boyfriend’s dad. Besides, Baldric was right. “Yeah, guess so.” He had to carefully maneuver the t-shirt’s collar up and around his broad rack of antlers, arms stretching up and revealing every inch of his torso.

Baldric let out an obvious teasing huff. “I can see why Rosco’s so eager to have you over for the night.”

Joe balled up his shirt and tossed it back into the garden, taking the chance to look away and gather himself enough to answer. “Well, uh, moose are pretty big.”

“Looks like you both like ‘em meaty, huh?” Baldric walked past Joe and nudged him playfully with a shoulder.

Joe chose his words carefully, not wanting to openly lust over Baldric’s pup in front of him, “Yeah, Rosco’s one big handsome guy.” Of course, he could say the same about Baldric himself.

Baldric waited until Joe had a few thick branches in his arms and started leading him to the woodshed. He glanced over his shoulder with a wink. “Well you’re welcome.”

Joe’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“Who do you think fed that boy so much?” Baldric laughed. “Think he just got both my and his mom’s appetites instead of picking one.”

Despite his discomfort, Joe snorted out a little chuckle. “Sounds about right.”

They made quick work of most of the branches until they came to a monster of gnarled bark. Entire shrubs were crushed flat beneath it.

“Alright,” Baldric stood beside Joe, bare hips nearly brushing against him, “you want the front or the back?”

He should have chosen the front. Of course he should have chosen the front. It would be so much easier not to be a total pervert to the older wolf that way. But Joe was a moose with a lot of ‘bull’ between his legs. Sometimes, it got the better of him. “Back is good.”

The two of them carefully hefted the thick branch onto their shoulders. It wasn’t very long, but would have proved a real challenge for either of them alone.

Because of its stoutness, Joe found himself walking just a few inches behind Baldric. The rhythm of his lupine form was hypnotic, muscle and fat flowing from strong shoulders to generous hips, all highlighted by the shifting of his coat. Even Baldric’s breath was heavy and masculine as it poured from his snout. The fatherly wolf had both arms raised to keep the branch balanced on his shoulder, revealing his pits whether Joe wanted to see them or not. Their darker fur was stained deep with oil and sweat, and their reeking musk alone nearly made Joe’s legs wobble too much to hold up the extra weight. It should have put Joe off from the older man, but instead he struggled to keep his nose from drawing thoughtlessly closer.

And, of course, Joe only had to glance downwards to be treated with a full view of Baldric’s fat ass. Each cheek rose and fell with his paws, the little residual jiggles hammering on the back of Joe’s brain.

He could barely control his breathing.

“You alright?”

Joe snapped his eyes away, though by no means fast enough to keep Baldric from seeing where he’d been staring as the wolf glanced back over his shoulder.

Despite it, Baldric smiled gently. “We can take a break if you’re getting winded. Almost there.”

“No, no I’m good,” Joe said quietly. Although Baldric’s eyes were a light mossy green, contrasted with his son’s shiny bronze, they had the same open and eager shape. Baldric’s brows rested with a familiar, kind slant. Joe’s nose caught a whiff of Baldric’s breath, heavy with venison. “Let’s uh, let’s just get this the rest of the way.”

“Sure.”

Although Joe could see the wood shed no more than a minute away, he was losing the battle against his own traitorous instincts. His dick had grown hard enough to overcome the tension of his shorts and peek out of the top, twitching against open air. Just one oversized step would press Joe up against Baldric’s backside.

More precum leaked down into his briefs. Joe bit his lip to keep from making any noise beyond a soft pant while he begged his underwear to contain the fluid well enough.

He shut his eyes, breathed through his mouth, and tried desperately to ignore the sound of Baldric’s little grunts while he readjusted the branch. After the longest minute of his life, Joe finally found the weight of the branch starting to tilt forward.

“Just set this big boy down here.” Baldric guided Joe to stack it on top of a short pile. Then he stood back, huffed out in triumph and put his paws on his hips. “Well look at that! I’ll chop it all up later, worked you more than enough for today.”

“Don’t worry about it, glad I could help.” Joe took a few grateful breaths of his own. With all the other sensations clouding his head, he hadn’t noticed how sore his shoulder was getting, and squeezed it uncomfortably.

Baldric stepped up behind him. “Put a little too much weight here, huh?”

“Uh…” Joe hesitated, unsure what Baldric was getting at. “It’ll be alright in a while.”

“Here.” Baldric’s paws settled on Joe’s shoulders. “Rosco loves a good rub.” He started pressing and kneading on the moose’s dense, stoney muscle. “Think I’m gonna need to go harder on this tough hunk of meat, though.” He laughed.

Joe’s skin tingled under Baldric’s pads, but the feeling of this paternal wolf’s hands putting pressure on his shoulders made Joe tense until his core ached.

“Don’t have to flex for me, Joe.” Baldric chuckled. Then, slowing his fingers to a stop, he looked at the side of Joe’s face and his voice took on a serious, worried tone. “Hey, what’s going on? Did I hurt something?”

“No,” Joe said. It was painful to drag every word out, his chest well trained to keep them in instead. “I just don’t normally… let people touch my shoulders that much.”

“Hey, that’s alright.” Baldric stepped around to Joe’s front, practically showing off the bulge in his jockstrap. “Let’s just stick with this for now.”

“With wh—” Joe’s breath fell out of his lungs as Baldric grabbed him. Long, powerful arms wrapped around Joe’s back, thick pads exploring his musculature before Baldrick's hands settled with gentle weight. Joe was rendered silent and fidgety as he wrestled with three conflicting forces in his head.

Baldric’s thick fur and fat ensconced Joe’s chest, the pressure of the wolf’s own muscle making for a comforting, fatherly warmth that hummed at the back of Joe’s neck.

Joe struggled to push down a sudden painful ache in his chest, restricting his arms from returning the embrace.

As wonderful as Baldric’s hefty, masculine body felt, it also threatened to drown Joe in a raging flood of arousal. He could feel the smelly dampness of Baldric’s armpits on his flanks, and they both soaked sweat into the other’s chest fur. But there was something even more than that now. At least, Joe though he smelled it. The salty, meaty funk of wolf sex. He’d spent enough time with his nose in Rosco’s sheath to have the scent burned into his nostrils.

Joe might have been surprised, but he didn’t need to question it. Baldric wasn’t shy about drawing his hips up close to Joe’s. While Joe’s ears burned as his dick hardened into Baldric’s fleshy crotch, the wolf’s jockstrap pitched out eagerly in support. Joe couldn’t be sure if the moist tip of that bulge was just sweat, or… something else.

Heat radiated heavy around their crotches, and yet Baldric shimmied himself affectionately against Joe anyway. “I’m glad to have you for the night. You’re always welcome in my den, Joe.”

“Thanks,” Joe murmured.

With a bracing few pats on Joe’s back, Baldric let him go. Joe found himself missing the warmth despite the summer air. Baldric put his hands back on his hips and grinned. “Not like a young guy to be so bashful.”

“Bashful?” Joe bristled.

“Nothing to be ashamed of, we’re both men. I know how it can get around another big guy.” Baldric relaxed, not bothering to hide the erection straining against his jockstrap. “Don’t have to hide anything in my house. Obviously I know you’re into hefty wolf boys.” He stuck out the tip of his fat tongue just like Rosco did when he was teasing. “Have to say, I’m flattered this old wolf gets you so fired up.”

All the energy poured out of Joe as burning embarrassment replaced it in his veins. He didn’t need to look down to know how hard he was. “I just haven’t jacked off in a while,” he muttered weakly.

“Didn’t want to spoil your appetite?” Baldric chuckled at Joe’s flattening ears. “Speaking of, let’s see what the big pup’s up to. And get some water to replace all this sweat, huh?”

***

Joe watched Baldric’s throat shift with each great, indulgent gulp he took from a glass of iced tea. He rested his bare ass on the kitchen counter and clearly couldn’t be bothered with anything close to modesty, stretching his limbs and scratching at his sweat-soaked hide wherever he pleased. Joe had to remind himself to drink his own tea instead of just staring at all the fatty predator meat on display.

Baldric was frying leftover chicken, tossing back oil-soaked slices with careless licking at his chops and grease stains in his chest fur. He slurped on his fingers and smirked at Joe. “Enjoying the view?” He boldly scratched his bulge, digging dark claws under the fabric to get at his crotch fur.

Joe shifted on his seat to try to tame his raging moosehood. He managed to look away. “Just realizing where Rosco got his gluttony from.”

Baldric laughed as he slurped down another few pieces of chicken. “We’re wolves. Takes a lot to feed carnivores our size.”

“Wonder why you two are so big in the first place?” Joe eyed the thick cushion of heft on Baldric’s belly, which wrapped around to an impressive pair of love handles. He didn’t have quite as big hips as Rosco, but he wasn’t too far.

“You sure you wanna know where all this wolf fat comes from?” Baldric’s grin showed off his big, pointy teeth. He patted his belly, catching Joe’s eye again with the rippling jiggle, then leaned over the kitchen island to draw his snout close to Joe’s. “Filling our bellies with big, meaty prey.”

Joe’s cock throbbed, root aching terribly from his angled position in his waistband. He struggled to come up with any answer other than to ogle Baldric’s body. But, thankfully, he didn’t have to.

“Hey dad?” Rosco called out from upstairs. His voice was deep, warm, and rumbly like Baldric’s, but softer, more yielding. Joe hadn’t even noticed the shower turn off.

“What’s up, pup?” Baldric’s teasing aggression faded, replaced with his usual paternal tone.

Rosco spoke with a little embarrassed laugh behind his words, “I forgot I put all my undies in the washing machine. Do you think any of yours could still fit me?”

“Well you know, your old man’s hips have gone up a size over the last few months, so I’m sure I’ve got something.” He rubbed his chin in thought, then his ears perked. “Oh! Why don’t you go fishing through my hamper? Those stretchy red boxers ought to work for you. I only wore them for…” he paused. “Two days?”

“Um…” Rosco hummed, as Joe could hear the faint shifting of clothes and huffing of a tubby wolf. “Found them! Guess you have packed on some more. Thanks dad.”

“Any time big boy. Now come on down, your moose has been stuck alone with me for an hour.” Baldric winked at Joe.

The house filled with soft, heavy thuds as Rosco loped through the hallway and down a wide set of stairs. When he caught sight of Joe, Rosco started leaping three steps at a time. All the pillowy heft of his belly rolls and overstuffed moobs jiggled with the impact, vibrating out through every padded inch of his body.

He landed at the bottom with an adorable whomp, shaking the floor enough for Joe to feel it through the legs of his stool. The younger wolf was almost pulled off-balance by his own weight’s momentum, such that he came into the kitchen on a clumsy little scamper. His breasts filled with big, greedy breaths, showing off the decadent fluffiness of his underbelly fur. “You’re here!” He beamed.

Joe’s heart pounded at the sight of his sweet, excitable boyfriend. But as cute as his pudgy face was, Joe couldn’t help himself. He looked between the wolf’s legs.

A pair of boxers, dark red plaid, wrapped tight around his thighs. They clearly would have been loose and silky on Baldric, but the fabric had to handle many more pounds of blubber on Rosco. Between his massive ass cheeks, puppy-bearing hips, and enough thigh-fat to bury Joe’s hand completely, the boxers had to dig into him. Wild rolls spilled out above and below, showing off his thick and untamable coat.

Joe couldn’t see Rosco’s crotch as the lower crest of his belly fell far enough to cover it, but the thought crossed his mind of whether Rosco was hard in those things—before Joe tried to stuff the idea back down whatever horny pit it’d crawled out of.

“I’m glad you’re feeling more comfortable,” Rosco said, as he stared shamelessly at Joe’s chest.

Joe glanced at the garden, where his shirt was still lying abandoned. “Sorry, I’m pretty sweaty.”

Rosco sniffed, and Joe could hear his tail wagging behind him. “Don’t apologize. It’s summer.”

“I put Joe here to work outside.” Baldric grabbed a thick slice of chicken and walked around the kitchen island, sidling up to his pup. “He’s a great help.”

“Sorry I missed it,” Rosco murmured, almost drooling over Joe’s bare midriff. He used to have clear, lean abs, but after dating Rosco for a few years that had become a lightly-fatted muscle gut.

Joe hesitated to return the flirting with Baldric right there, but these horny wolves’ musk must have been getting to him, as he managed to open his snout, “Does the pampered boy want to stare at a hardworking man?” He flexed, catching both wolves’ gaze.

Rosco’s ears flushed. “I was just showering.”

“It’s okay, puppy, here.” Baldric held up the chicken, which had already dripped some melted fat onto Rosco’s chest. Without question, Rosco snapped it from his hand, chewing with eager, hungry pleasure. “See? You are a pampered boy.” Baldric rubbed his belly lovingly. “Hard to be quite this soft without being a little lazy.”

“It’s too hot to do yard work,” Rosco whined.

“We do have pretty thick coats for the summer.” Baldric slung his arm around Rosco’s shoulder, squishing his own fatted flank against his son’s. “And of course winter’s for sleeping and being cozy, right?”

Rosco nodded sheepishly, clearly knowing where Baldric was leading him. “Well yeah. You cuddle with me all the time.”

“Can’t do much work in the fall either,” Baldric nodded with mock wisdom, “nature’s winding down and resting on her laurels, plus you have to fatten up for the winter!”

“Dad.” Rosco shuffled a paw on the floor.

“And spring’s for running around in the flowers and enjoying the rain.” A little part of Joe tensed at seeing Baldric bring up Rosco’s lazy nature, remembering much worse arguments in his own past. But the older wolf smiled at his pup. Baldric nuzzled Rosco enough to make his snout lift away from its embarrassed downward tilt. “Hey, if you didn’t like laying around so much, I wouldn’t be able to snuggle up with the best blanket in the world whenever I wanted. Plus,” the teasing glint returned to his eye, “you’d get even stinkier.”

Rosco spluttered in disbelief. “I just cleaned myself! You’re the one who got your smelly sweat all over me.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like the way your daddy smells.” Baldric lifted his arm enough to bring his pit right up to Rosco’s nose.

Although his ears flicked back shyly, Rosco let his dad nudge his nose closer. “Well… you like my scent too.”

Baldric leaned over and buried his nose in the fur of Rosco’s scruff, making the loose folds of skin shift around. “A shower might make your pelt look nice, but it doesn’t do much for such an oily boy’s smell.”

Rosco giggled at his dad’s bristly chin fur rooting around behind his neck. He tried to defend himself with a pitifully soft tone, “It’s what makes my coat waterproof. You’re oily too.” He put a hand on Baldric’s chest, chubby fingers half-lost in the fur.

Seeing these two play around with each other, Joe was struck by their similarities. Both just a little shorter than him, both so thick and meaty that their sides squished up against each other—breasts especially—and both shameless, smelly, handsome wolves. By now, Joe couldn’t even pretend to be surprised by another drop of precum leaking out of his dick—not with Baldric practically rubbing his jockstrap against his son’s belly. But what did surprise Joe was that the display put a genuine smile on his face. Especially as Baldric gave up the little tussling game and just licked at the bountiful collar of fur and fat around Rosco’s neck.

“You might be a smelly boy, but you’re awful tasty too,” he said.

Rosco melted into his dad’s affectionate touch. He looked at Joe with half-open eyes. “I’m sure all the wolf scent must be a little much for you though. Thanks for putting up with it so you can come over.”

“I get used to it.” Joe dared to come closer despite how the combined lupine musk fed the inferno in his loins. He stroked Rosco’s shoulder. “If I can get through that big workout with your dad, I think I can handle anything.”

Rosco stuck his tongue out at Baldric. “You didn’t work him too hard, right? I want my boyfriend to actually come over again, you know.”

Joe patted Rosco. “It’s fine, we just moved some branches.”

“Lucky you,” Baldric said to his pup, “don’t have to keep coming up with excuses not to help me with that.”

“That’s not fair,” Rosco stroked Joe’s bicep. His pads were fat like Baldrics, but much softer, with glossy and smooth claws—pampered hands. “Joe’s got big muscles like you. Those branches are heavy.”

“Come on Rosco, I bet we’ve both seen you weightlifting.” Joe tweaked one of his ears. “You’re a big strong boy under all this puppy fat.”

“He sure is,” Baldric said with clear pride, and squeezed one of Rosco’s moobs until pounds of plush fat gave way under his fingers to the thick and tender muscle. Then, his hand drifted down past his deep, alluring navel. “You just use most of that strength carrying all this wolf around, don’t you son?” He gripped Rosco by the lower belly fat and hefted his paw upward. Furry rolls escaped between his fingers like biscuit dough released from its tin, and as Baldric shook it Rosco couldn’t stop the rest of his body from jiggling.

Joe was treated to a sudden view of Rosco’s crotch in those overtaxed boxers. Between his legs, a luscious pad of fat filled them out for the most part, though Rosco’s hefty balls nestled comfortably below—yet another thing he seemed to share with his dad. And though Rosco was clearly hard, stubby dick valiantly pitching as far as it could between two longer men, he didn’t have a wet spot at the tip yet. But that didn’t mean there was no mark at all. Right where Rosco’s wolfhood pressed out was a wide, obvious but older stain, slightly dark, from his dad’s dried precum.

With the two of them so close together, Joe couldn’t even parse out whose musk was whose anymore.

“Actually.” Baldric set Rosco’s fat down with a tender pat. “Shoot, we moved the one big guy lying around my house, but I forgot all about the second one.”

“Oh, uh, I guess it wouldn’t take too long to handle one more.” Joe peered past him, although was hesitant to get so close to Baldric alone while Rosco was watching.

Rosco tilted his head in confusion. “There’s a second one?”

“Of course there is.” Baldric got down on a knee and put a hand on Rosco’s thigh. “Joe, you get the front this time.”

Still trying to put together what Baldric meant, Rosco looked innocently between the two men.

Joe, on the other hand, realized. And while he didn’t quite understand how these wolves were so comfortable with each other, he figured their sort of affection had to be worth a shot. He bent his knees and slipped both hands under Rosco’s greasy armpits. “Yeah, I got it.”

“One,” Baldric began, “two, three!”

_ _

Rosco’s bronze eyes widened just a moment before he was swept off the floor.

Joe had wrangled Rosco’s 500-some pounds of wolf bacon before, heaving the big boy over a shoulder or up against his chest, but with Baldric’s help it felt almost easy. Waves of fur and fat washed over Joe’s shoulder and down his chest and back as the plush puppy wriggled helplessly in place. “

“Hey,” Rosco whined, while his tail wagged uncontrollably past Baldric’s shoulder.

“Can’t use all this heft with two men carrying you, huh?” Joe teased.

Baldric adjusted Rosco carefully, avoiding any risk of hurting his pup’s tender bits while holding him up by the fat pad. “He sure is a biggun.” Baldric rubbed Rosco’s great hanging belly, leaving his rolls to jostle amongst each other for a few seconds afterwards.

“Nice and heavy.” Joe gave in to the strange warmth of teasing Rosco alongside his dad. “Someone likes his seconds.”

Rosco tried to hide his face against Joe’s chest. “You both cook them for me…”

“Means we get to play with all of our hard work.” Baldric hefted Rosco to make his ass prominently displayed, and delivered a pair of gentle spanks to that soft, vulnerable puppy meat. The tight boxers provided very little in the way of protection.

“Dad,” Rosco whimpered. “You’re embarrassing me.”

Baldric chuckled and nuzzled his snout into Rosco’s hip where the fur escaped his waistband. “Aw, don’t worry pup. Pretty sure ‘embarrassing’ isn’t the first thing your big moose is thinking about you right now.”

As Rosco slowly pulled his face away from the pecs he’d buried it into, he looked down and quieted. Joe felt his cock pressing hard against his shorts again. It must have slipped out of his waistband when he was hefting Rosco up, and by now there was nothing at all he could do about it.

“Uh, yeah,” Joe swallowed the shame starting to burn his throat and spoke freely despite Baldric’s breath breaking against his back. “You’re too hot to be embarrassing. And I… did kind of get worked up.”

Baldric started guiding them towards a wide couch in the living room.

“Guess I should have expected this from two hard-working guys.” Rosco laughed softly. “Anything I can do to help you relax?”

Before Joe could work up the courage to get more explicit, Baldric said, “I have an idea. My paws are barking, time to take a load off, right Joe?”

“Sure. What are you thinking?”

“Well, can’t help but notice how much nice cushion my boy’s got on him. Perfect seat for a pair of big, sweaty guys.” Baldric patted Rosco’s belly. “Ready? Three, two, one.”

_ _

With such a sudden shift in weight that Joe nearly fell off his feet, they rolled Rosco from their shoulders and let him land with a heavy, softened impact on the couch below. His back sunk easily into the actual cushions, belly and moobs replacing them entirely.

Baldric took his seat before Rosco could even try to get up. He planted his ass right on Rosco’s moobs, which squished around him decadently as he kicked his paws up on the coffee table. Their gray fur mingled and, as Baldric’s ass-sweat stained the fluff beneath it, became indistinguishable.

Rosco wheezed with a helpless, blushy smile on his snout. He had to work against Baldric’s weight just for the privilege of filling his lungs with his dad’s unwashed scent.

“Saved the best seat for you.” Baldric patted Rosco’s vast belly.

Joe resisted the raging impulse to simply leap onto the exposed wolf, instead sitting down carefully. As he leaned back into the couch and let the weight shift off his feet, he sunk so far that the entire outsides of his thighs were ensconced in yielding walls of blubber.

He could still see Rosco’s tail swishing under him, though it could only move a small bit with so much weight on top.

“Wow, you really are a lux cushion,” Joe said.

Rosco puffed out a few words, “I’m not_—huff—the only one—huff—_who likes his seconds.”

“Gotta feed these big muscles somehow.” Baldric nudged his fleshy bicep against Joe’s chiseled one.

“Big asses_—huff—_more like,” Rosco panted.

“You want us to get up?” Joe asked, peering over at Rosco’s face.

Rosco spent a moment gathering his breath enough to answer, “If you don’t_—huff—I might just try—huff—_to eat you.” While the puppy wore a mask of indignation, his position made the collar of fat around his neck press against his extra chin and turn his whole face into such a cute, chubby thing that he was impossible to take seriously as some big strong predator.

“Don’t you worry Joe. He’s always loved his dad sitting on him.” Baldric winked at Joe. Then, leaning over, he whispered, “figured you might like to know how much. In case he starts misbehaving, of course.”

Joe drifted a hand down under Rosco’s belly, making the big wolf shiver as he touched the tender skin across his lower fat. Before he went further than the start of Baldric’s tight boxers, Joe looked between the two wolves, still unsure quite what to make of it all. “Rosco told me you two were close, but are you always this… affectionate?”

“We’re not_—huff—” Rosco wriggled, having to refill on air halfway through, “making you uncomfortable—huff—are we? I know—huff—_you aren’t used to…” he trailed off, maybe to keep from airing too much of Joe’s dirty laundry, maybe just for simple lack of air.

Joe could see the depth of worry in Rosco’s eyes. The poor pup had been trying to get Joe to stay over with his dad for months, clearly eager for his two favorite men to get along. Of course, saying he wasn’t a little uncomfortable would have been a lie, but Joe found himself warming to Baldric’s presence anyway. And though it was hard to see through the haze of his own arousal, Joe thought he liked the older wolf for more than just his sweat-soaked jockstrap and thick, masculine body. “I’m having fun,” he assured Rosco, then met Baldric’s genuine gaze. “It’s a little funny seeing where so much of him comes from.”

“Including his taste in guys.” Baldric smirked, then started to reach his arm around Joe’s shoulders before catching himself. “Oops, sorry. Force of habit.”

“No,” Joe rode his twinge of disappointment to push through the discomfort. “Go ahead.”

Baldric wrapped Joe’s shoulders in damp but pleasant warmth. And though part of Joe still flinched at paternal fingers gripping him there, he pictured the care and affection that softened every touch Baldric made on Rosco. Baldric’s grip remained just the same, firm but gentle, ready to let go if Joe tried to pull away.

Joe’s breath threatened to hitch in his chest at the feeling of Baldric’s meaty flank supporting him in an embrace. While he could handle the strangeness of so much horny intimacy between himself, his boyfriend, and his boyfriend’s dad, the thought of actually losing control or crying in front of them was too shameful to even think about. So, he focused on the powerful heat below his belt instead of the one in his throat.

Shifting his own thigh, Joe managed to reach fully below Rosco’s belly and find his cloth-wrapped crotch. A pair of plump kiwi-sized balls churned amongst thigh meat and, above them, the thick wolfhood Rosco inherited from his dad rose from thick folds of sheath and smothering fat. It was hard as a pine tree, and by now leaking sap right into the boxer’s older stain. “So, pup,” Joe cleared his throat, “you really like getting sat on, huh?”

“No,” Rosco said unconvincingly, “I’m just_—huff—breathing—huff—dad-ass sweat—huff—_instead of oxygen.”

His stubby cock twitched at his own words.

“Aw, well, you’ve been a good sport, puppy. ” Baldric softly jostled Joe’s shoulder. “We never did towel off after getting so sweaty. What do you say, have we sat down long enough?”

“I’m actually feeling comfortable,” Joe said. “Plus, this seat seems pretty absorbent anyway.”

“Hey!” Rosco protested.

Baldric grinned wide and curled his fingers around Rosco’s breast until he had a handful of thick, loose pelt held between his legs. “You’ve got a good point, especially since you’re still got your shorts. I should probably dry off down there though.” He started rubbing Rosco’s pretty, just-showered fur deep between his thighs, soaking up the sweat that saturated his own coat and bulging jockstrap.

Joe glanced at the off-white underwear that had started all this trouble, and couldn’t help but wonder how it smelled inside, undoubtedly now swimming with mature wolf precum. A strand had even soaked through, painting some strands of Rosco’s tit-fur. Not that either wolf seemed to notice.

“Dad!” Rosco blurted between flustered breaths. “I’m gonna_—huff—smell like you—huff—_all night.”

Joe laughed and rubbed his own nose, which by now would surely never be rid of lupine musk. “You already do.”

“Aw,” Baldric beamed down at his pup with genuine pride, “hear that? You smell just like your daddy.”

“Well_—huff—I—huff—_guess I would.” Though Rosco rolled his eyes, he couldn’t stop his ears from perking with innocent happiness at the comment.

“It’s our big moose here who’s gonna get all tainted.” Baldric licked Joe’s jaw, tongue hanging out in further invitation.

Joe had learned a lot about lupine affection since dating Rosco, but hadn’t expected to ever feel the tongue of a different wolf. It took willpower to refuse his initial instinct to flinch away. Instead, core tensed to the point of aching, he tilted his jaw towards Baldric. “Well… I don’t mind smelling like you too.”

As Baldric lapped rhythmically against his skin, fat pink tongue dragging his short fur in a single tingling direction, Joe slowly started to relax. He looked at Rosco to remind himself that a wolf’s tongue was worth trusting. The pup’s eyes were half-closed by the big, stupid smile below them as Rosco watched a display of welcome affection between the two men he loved.