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He carried me, my legs wrapped tight around his middle, to the window. If anyone were looking in at that moment they would’ve seen quite a scene, but he closed the curtains with precision and speed, leaving us in a world of our own.

As soon as we were out of sight from the outside world he kissed me. I hadn’t expected it, but once our muzzles were locked, his powerful tongue bullying its way into my maw, his tree-trunk arms wrapped around my body, I realized how badly I had needed it. Our brief partings in search of gasps of air were mere interludes between wrestling tongues. Dad laid me on the sofa and knelt over me as we carried on making out. His paws ran under my vest, exploring my sides, my flat tummy, my chest. I was rock hard while we were both fully clothed, I’d barely even touched him.

At last our frenching found its panting epilogue. Dad came up to his knees and tore off his top. I did the same, throwing my vest aside without a care. Looking up at that large belly which spilled overtop of his pants and those perky moobs, I couldn’t hold back. I was borderline drooling as my paws squeezed, stroked, rubbed and held his bare belly and manly tits. He seemed amused, chuckling to himself as I touched him.

“You really do like ‘em big, huh?”

I was past being embarrassed about it. I nodded with all the enthusiasm I felt, my tail whacking back and forth between my legs in total agreement. Dad laughed at the sound of it.

“To think: my own twink of a son is a chaser for his own father.”

A dark patch was forming on the front of his pants. I couldn’t help but watch it grow, my paws reflexively squeezing his hips.

“Pretty sure the appreciation goes both ways…”

“You’re not wrong.”

He dismounted me, which I was primed to complain about, but moments after coming to standing, his paws were at the waistband of my shorts. With one questioning glance to make sure this was okay—it was—he pulled them off me in a singular flowing motion. Beneath I wore the briefs he’d had stuffed under his pillow only yesterday. Upon seeing me in them again, he went practically feral.

Dad growled a low, sultry growl, his tail wagging as he lowered himself to his knees beside the sofa. His paws felt up my legs, trailed along my inner thighs, dug underneath me to cup and squeeze my butt. With how achingly hard I was, my briefs were less tenting and more Eiffel-Towering. I was barking eagerly with every touch and thrusting up at nothing when the teasing felt too much to bear, which was often.

“You’re such a sexy little slut,” Dad said.

He shoved his face up against my crotch, sniffing at my briefs and the cock hiding just beneath them. He licked at my rod a few times, with it still covered, leading me to thrust over and over into empty air.

Dad’s mouth on my cock was a thought that hadn’t even entered my mind until then, and it was a tantalizing one. In every scenario I had imagined I was the bottom, but a little sharing and caring between family could only grow bonds. God, if not today, one day I’d have to bust a load inside his muzzle.

“A-and I’m all yours,” I said between yips. “Your own son’s your personal plaything.”

That seemed to prove enough for him. With another growl he bit at my waistband and pulled the briefs off of me with his mouth alone. My cock sprung forth with a spray of pre that hit the side of Dad’s muzzle as he dragged my briefs off of me. It didn’t seem to bother him one bit.

“Kid, these briefs belong to me now, okay?”

He pressed them to his snout and huffed deep on their scent.

“Of course. Just let me know if they ever need a musk refresh.”

Dad smirked, folded the underwear into a neat square and placed them carefully onto a side table, treating them like a holy item of immense value.

“You’re a good kid, son. The best a father could ask for.”

He grabbed at my sheath and squeezed, earning another dribble of pre from my twitching dick. I let out a yelping whine. Dad just kept on squeezing and occasionally pumping until the unsteady dribble of my fluids reached his paw.

At that point, he brought the pre-stained paw to his muzzle and licked.

“Ffffuck, Dad. You’re so insanely hot.”

He said nothing, just stood once again and at long last undid his belt, slid his pants to the ground and quickly followed up by freeing himself from his boxers. His long, thick cock stood proud and tall, bobbing and beading liquid.

Without thinking I scrambled towards it. Dad didn’t stop me. It was in my mouth in seconds, my tongue lapping at every inch of its surface. I loved how it twitched as dad moaned and caressed my head, I wanted more. Then, all of a sudden, it was over. Dad had drawn his hips back and, at the same time, pushed my head away.

“How about we do something different today, son?”

My cheeks were on fire, my tail instinctively raised. I nodded.

“Y-yes please.”

“You’re gonna need some lube before taking this,” he said, pointing at his fat rod without a hint of modesty.

He wasn’t wrong.

When I returned with lube he had barely moved. He stood there lazily stroking his cock, staring at me with hunger in his eyes, teeth bared.

“You know son, I’ve been daydreaming of railing your ass for a while.”

I passed him the tube, he squirted some lube onto his paw and lathered it onto his cock without looking, keeping full eye contact with me the whole while. I was wagging up a storm, cheeks on fire again.

“Me too,” I admitted. “The thought of my own dad breeding me sends me wild.” I rubbed the back of my neck, looking to the side. “Last night I jerked off thinking about it over and over until I fell asleep…”

“Same,” he said. “With another pair of your briefs over my face, fuck.” He coaxed me onto my back on the sofa, and joined me there on his knees. We were face to face, my legs spread around him. He carried on rubbing his cock, leaking all over the throw. “I’m gonna fuck you, son.”

I had nothing intelligent to say. All that was on my mind was sex, and Dad. And having sex with Dad.

“_Rrrff_fuck yeah!”

“I want to look you in the eyes while I breed you,” he said.

I’d fallen in love.