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I’m on my way to a new tribe - the Tarnished Tails.

Apparently, this tribe is inhabited by fellow outcasts of society.

Many races are said to live there: humans, beastfolk, lions, zebras...

But most of all, the stink of wolf permeants this land.

Along the way, we spotted many wolves on the path, and just from glancing at them,

you can tell they stick true to their traditions. Their traditions being: stay smelly and be proud to be manly.

I galloped up the path with my father.

He was carrying all our things, much to his dismay.

So, I was in a good mood. My dad, however, was not.

We'd been walking this land for days, searching for a new place that would take us in after the Great Fire tore Joutet asunder.

So many people died from the needless war between beastmen and humans.

I start to think about how it all happened, but then I remember I'm just an innocent

bystander in the war.

I think we all were.

As far as I knew, it was a war between the lizard people and the humans. The

lizards, who got revenge on the humans for their past deeds... Both of their shared

peaceful livelihoods being shattered due to the past.

It’s a bit sad.

Seeking to lighten my thoughts, I turn to converse with my father.

He has grey fur like me, and he has wonderful black markings which stretch over his

back and flanks. His neck is covered in this same luxurious black fur, and his eyes

are a piercing purple. Whenever I make eye contact with my father, I blush. I cannot

help but think of how beautiful he is.

If anybody was to join us on this journey, they would think the same.

My father is a very handsome man.

It’s just a shame his preferred types of partners are the ones who walk on four legs…

My thoughts turn to the present.

No matter what, we somehow always go back to our roots, living in nature as we

strongly desire. That’s why we’re searching for a new tribe.

My thoughts turn into words…

"So, I wonder what these 'Tarnished' people are like, hm? Do these people have big

cocks like you, daddy?"

I ask, in the loudest voice possible.

My dad looks at me with a mix of dismay, annoyance and slight endearance.

Yeah, that's a whole lot of emotions at once.

"No." My father simply replied.

His name is Alex, and he's the horniest guy I've ever met.

Even back in our home tribe, he made a name for

himself by fucking anything which moved.

And I mean anything.

This man did not even spare the farm animals -

mares, in fact, which he had a particular fondness of.

But right now, I can tell that he's tired.

He slumps himself on the nearest bench, and spreads his legs.

I don't quite know why, but I felt myself wanting to go down on them then and there - as if my subordinate wolf instincts were kicking in.

It seems that Alex noticed this and smiled to himself a little bit.

Just for fun, he brushed his loincloth aside so that his hairy junk is exposed to the air.

My dad's balls are massive. It's little wonder he pumps out at least 3 loads a day.

But when you look at the size of his penis, then it all starts to make sense.

Some men are just born with a higher sex drive.

My father is one of those people.

He is a beast, always ready to fuck.

A dark glint in his eye interrupts me from my thoughts.

This time, my survival instincts kick in as he draws me in closer with his arm.

"Hey, puppy," he growls.

"Who's a good boy?" He asked.

I shivered.

My throat dried.

"Me," I meekly replied.

Although we are both wolves, I am clearly the prey.

That is because my father likes preying on potential holes, in the best way possible.

That’s just how he acts.

You can't question it.

But the society of this world does - which is why we are both outcasts.

Apparently, inter-sexual relationships between your family are 'weird', or something

like that.

Personally, I do not agree with this.

I just see my relationship with my father as a level above most people's relationships with their family.

Yeah, so, we get physical.

It's not like he can knock me up right?

And even should my father crave pussy, which he very much does, he's always got

good ol' Scarlet by the barn to help him out.

Speaking of which...

I look over to Scarlet with mournful eyes.

She had also come on this journey with us.

For some reason, Scarlet looked especially sad. Her ears were drooping, and she

was swishing her tail about impatiently, like she was waiting for something.

Trust me, I know horses well, so I know how they behave. You could definitely trust

me around horses. You can't trust my dad around animals, though.

I know that the horse is upset, but if my dad was to see her tail swishing about like this, his eyes would undoubtedly drift to her pussy flaps.

Like I said, it's because my dad is a predator in every sense of the word. He is on the top of the food chain simply by the size of his cock alone.

Still, just this once, I decide to entertain the thought.

"Have you tried nutting in her?" I asked my dad all of a sudden.

My random question stopped him from breaking his bread for a moment, and he

froze in place.

After a while, he laughed.

I smiled too, not because of the awkwardness, but because me imagining such

things brought me back to the halcyon days at the tribe - the days where my father

did indeed fuck everything that moved.

"I'm planning to tonight." Alex replied, biting into his roadside meal.

"Would you like a turn?" He offered.

I shook my head.

My dad has always asked if I want to fuck a mare, but each and every time, I've

declined. I know that horse pussy looks absolutely delicious, because I've seen the

results of a girl in heat for myself. However, for some reason, I've never had the

courage to go further than that.

I sat down next to my father, also grabbing a loaf of bread.

Instead of eating my meal, I'm mesmerized by the sky.

I realise that we must be travelling far indeed if the canopy of the forest is no longer around us.

Since I was raised in a jungle, I rarely saw the sky, and even the childhood memory of looking at the blue skies above is obfuscated in my mind.

However, here now, at eighteen years of age, I start to understand just how truly wonderful the world can look.

"Hey, look at that!"

I say to my father, pointing up to a bird in the sky.

I jab him in the flank, but he grumbles and continues eating his food. Figures. I think my dad is too horny to think anything.

When I look back down, I can see my father staring intently at Scarlet's side. His

eyes have an intent glare to them, as if he wants to absorb everything he sees.

"We should rest soon," my father said, somewhat robotically.

I nod and start getting the tent ready.

---

_ --Tristan recalls a distant memory at their tribe... _

I look at Scarlet's pussy in awe. To say I've never been fond of bestiality, this is

certainly starting to change my mind.

I sweep one finger on her pussy flaps, my finger getting coated in that icky slimy

pussy juice that tribal men know so well and love. Throwing caution to the wind, I

decide to eat the glob of disgusting vagina lube discharge on the tip of my finger.

I appreciate the taste for a little bit, knowing that the best part of this is that it's from an animal.

It tastes sweet, but also bitter...

It has a very salty texture, and I can imagine it combining very well with another

man's semen.

To put it simply, the taste of mare pussy juice is delicious.

It even has an addictive kick. If the wolves of our tribe were to provide an extra

flavour to their drinks in this way, I would not be surprised.

A content smile crosses my face as I partake of Scarlet’s nectar.

“Maybe I am becoming like my dad after all…?” I think.

Nothing is stronger than a family’s bond.

Just when my thoughts nearly wrap me in a spiral, I hear my dad turning the corner.

I hide into the nearest haystack.

"Jesus Christ, I'm horny," my dad said, openly scratching his thatchy pube bush.

He already had his cock and balls out in the open like this. On some other nights,

I've seen some dogs and even horses casually lick at his cock and balls, bringing it

to semi hardness within seconds. It seems that my dad is very good with animals. He

must really know how to take good care of his livestock.

He was semi-hard, but as soon as he entered the barn, he didn't need to look far to

find a suitable artifice with which to stuff his dick into.

For some reason, that's the detail which stood out to me. It's as if he knows exactly where to look to get the sexual satisfaction he so dearly craves.

His eyes sparkled at Scarlet's open pussy, her tail swishing about every so often.

"Ooooh! This is just what I want."

One of the first things my father noticed was the sheer amount of natural lubricant

excreted from Scarlet's pussy. That's the very same juice I was enjoying earlier.

Seeing that she was suitably slicked up and ready to go, I imagine my father

considered that as consent to stuff his full dick in there without even preparing her for the main course.

Still, she whinnied a little bit.

And I'm no farmer, but I can tell when an animal is in pain.

I could tell that she really enjoyed my father's 9-inch girthy wolf dick in her disgusting horse pussy. It’s a place where a penis shouldn’t go, which makes it the perfect hole for my dad. My head is spinning just imagining the sounds again...

My dad's beastly growls, the lewd, almost sickly sounds...

After a while, he said "Fuck it", and just decided to go apeshit on her fat ass. He was thrusting so hard into her you'd think he has never had sex in his life. Which is probably true - I doubt my father has ever had sex with a real woman; he's probably only courted young boys like me, and mares.

Yeowch. Disgusting, right? But so unbelievably hot.

At this point, I'm compelled to masturbate, and I think any other man would think the same, no matter if they're a freak or not. Deep down, in our nature, men are made to breed. It doesn't matter if you're gay, bisexual, trans, whatever... As people with a heart, we are all bound by lust.

Mare pussy would turn any gay man straight, or bisexual at best.

I know this for sure, because just by watching my father, I have garnered an

increased appreciation for pussy.

As I get ready to masturbate, I start to imagine myself in my dad's shoes, but then a different thought crosses my mind...

I just feel like it's not like me.

I'm too scared to do something like that.

In my head, I think 'what if she kicks back?'

Of course, it's all well and good for my father who is a large wolf with an equally large cock with which to overpower any female, but I'm just freshly 18.

My penis is nearly as large as my father's, but I'm still nowhere near as powerful as him.

My dad continues thrusting aggressively into Scarlet, not once ever catching his

breath.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, I decide to masturbate to knowing how much

of a pervert god my father is. For some reason, that scratches my itch so much

more. My love for men and all that they are satisfies me more than mare pussy ever

will.

To say that he's such a perv for father on son action, he really likes pussy too.

Dad just kept hammering his cock in Scarlet's pussy like it was no big deal. He took

two hands to her sides and absolutely hammered the fuck into her.

"Jesus Christ dad, do you have your cock in there or not?"

I shouted out to my father, but he did not care that I was listening. He just kept on thrusting, his back straight, maintaining a steady pace.

Sweat covered his brow and face as he swerved his head to call back to me.

"It's alright son," he said, his voice shaky. His face cringed in pleasure for a moment as Scarlet’s pussy twitched around his cock, squirting a new helping of pussy juice over his cock. The sound was abhorrent.

"These animals just need looking after," he replied, then sighed with exhaustion as

he leaned over Scarlett's rump, perhaps because he wanted to feel more of the

mare's fat ass over his legs, but probably also because the damn bitch is draining

him dry.

"Women..." He sighed again.

Then Alex had a turn of phrase, and managed by some miracle to get his masculine

strength back.

He thrusted in hard, a wet, sickly sound echoing out throughout this barn.

His ball hairs were drenched in juice, and his pubes too.

“All they’re good for is taking cock!” He shouted.

---

_ --The next morning, the two set out again… _

I look at my dad's back; our backpacks slumped over his shoulder.

Sure, he's a perv. But he also makes sure that everyone else around him is happy, even Scarlet.

He's never once asked me to carry my own backpack, and we've been walking for days.

"We're nearly there now, son..." My father grunts to himself.

I nod, and see a clearing ahead of me.

A new tribe…

I spend so much days of happiness with my father, no matter where we are.

That's because, outside of the tribe, when he's with me, he's actually himself.

He's not this 'sex god', or a complete daddified hunk of a wolf (which he is...), but...

He's a kind and caring person.

He might not always be good at it, but it's trying that counts.

---

We approached the entrance of the tribe and smiled.

We smiled probably because we knew that this was finally the end of our journey,

and the start of a grand new beginning, in which we will honour the sexual traditions of our forebears.

“I just hope the wolves are as horny as us…” I say to myself, but my dad picks up on

it regardless, nodding with certainty. He seems to be in a better mood than before –

it’s clear that sleeping has done him some good.

I chuckle to myself thinking back to our past again.

Back at our tribe, Alex was the one who had to be convinced to sleep, not me. You’d

think the rebellious son would need a firm warning, no? Instead, it was my father

Alex, too addicted to stroking his dick until late hours every night, that had to be

given warnings to sleep, else he wouldn’t be able to properly function the tribe the

next day. That’s how deep my father’s sexual desire goes – he’s just a full-on pervert through and through, but with a heart of gold.

A great towering wall lies before us, and even the handsome wolves who guard the

entrance have the same imposing manner of this grand gate.

The wolf that greeted us had pitch black fur and beautiful emerald eyes which had a

very distinctive gaze. In that respect, he is a lot like my father.

As he shuffled towards my father, he sniffed the air slightly.

"It does smell like wet wolf here," the man said, then broke out into a grin as his eyes met with Alex.

"It's you." He said, in a slightly gladdened tone.

That's what every wolf does.

They have to gauge the situation first before proceeding.

They do this by sniffing the air around them.

Of course, you'd be correct for thinking that wolves like to sniff in the musk of a fellow male.

But it goes deeper than that.

By smelling the surroundings, the wolf can sense any tense or negative energy in the

air, or be aware of any changes.

You might think this is a whole load of bollocks. But to understand you would also

need to be a fellow wolf.

This curious wolf confidently rubbed his hand through Alex's chest fur. Given the two

wolves were practically at the same height, it was an easy task for this guard to

randomly grope his favourite pervert.

Not only that, but Alex's stature is naturally confident, upright and exudes presence.

He was already puffing out his chest proudly by the time the guard gauged his

manliness by rubbing his paw through his fur carpet, Alex's scraggly chest hairs ripe for the touching.

"Yeah..." The man breathed out lowly.

As his hands travelled through Alex's manly front, he also felt the firm muscles

beneath.

"This is good." He murmured in appreciation.

For a second, his eyes glossed over, and he was only brought into the present by the

ringing of the bell.

The man gave a sheepish smile to both Tristan and Alex.

"Guess I've got to change post." He said.

"Wait!" Alex exclaimed as the man began walking here.

"Come here," he said, in a low tone.

Of course, the guard would not be able to deny a command from his favourite

pervert in the whole wide world, and so the distance between them closed.

Once it did, Alex swept in to give the man a heavy, deep kiss.

He made sure to mush their chests together so this young warrior could really feel

how hairier and manlier his chest was against his youthful defined form.

Their kiss parted with a venerable amount of spit, and Alex bid the man good day by

simply tipping his head forward.

The wolf blushed and walked back to the gate, his tail stuck between his legs.

"These ones can pass," he said to the other wolf.

In this moment, the young lad couldn't help but lean down and hungrily slobber at the

man's open hairy chest, inspired by his recent interaction with Alex the pervy god.

Just like his subordinate, the man's eyes glossed over, and he had to ensure his

spear was firmly planted into the ground before continuing his watch.

---

_ --Alex and Tristan enter the tribe… _

When Alex passed through the gate, eyes were all over him.

Just as the tribe suspected from the rumours, his chest was hairy like a true male's; the wide expanse of his frontal mane was only impeded by the band of his backpack, that stuck firmly into his chest muscle, but even then, wisps of hair would still curl around it, highlighting how much of a man Alex really is.

But Alex looked inconsolable in this heat.

His bare front was covered in sweat, and his pits absolutely stank. Of course, it’s

great for making a positive lasting impression with these fellow beastmen, who have

heard of Alex’s pervy tales across the world, but not so for Tristan, who walks next to his father, soaking up all of his stink.

“Jesus, dad, take a bath,” Tristan said, also out of breath.

“With what? Girls?” Alex remarked, smiling.

Tristan’s cock throbbed. He would very much love to see his father getting serviced

by girls, boys and animals alike. He’s just as perverted as his father if he thinks these things!

Eventually, the two arrived at the plaza, the curious eyes of various beastmen boring into them at all angles. Tristan was visibly uncomfortable, whereas Alex was still waving off the heat.

“Where to next?” Tristan asked.

Alex’s eyes naturally drifted to the tent in front of them. It was huge – and filled with an amber light. It seemed to be well constructed from within, and well decorated from without, and the sound of glasses clinking and manly shouts coming from within that place beckoned him forth, if only to take a break from the curious men surrounding them.

“That-a-way,” Alex said, already walking forward.

Meanwhile, Tristan’s nerves tensed visibly from looking upon that large crowd.

Just as he turned around, he bumped into the bare chest of a hyena guard, who

stared down at him with an angry gaze.

But the words that would follow out of his mouth soon melted any feelings of

anxiousness Tristan had within him.

“Hello pup.” The man growled out, his voice taking on a prideful tone.

---

_ --Alex enters the tribe’s tavern… _

This tavern is filled with the sound of lewd masturbation.

All around the tribe, men gather here to blow off steam.

This tribe, like any other, is mostly comprised of men who indulge in their dicks and nothing else. This came as quite a pleasant surprise to Alex, who thought the

‘Tarnished Tails’ would take their sexual endeavours a notch down compared to his

tribe (which was named ‘Mistwind’). So, while this tribe must house some outcasts, it would seem that Alex is not alone in being a sex-crazed beast, as evident with the scene before him.

No words need to be said in this room, just grunts. And the patrons didn’t need to

listen to some tripe poems and ballads from the bard neither – all the sound the men

needed was the lewd sounds of hands on cock. The smell of a brother’s cock musk

on one’s paw… That feeling of living in the moment, indulging in the one thing that

gives men true peace: masturbation.

This place is where you can hear the latest news, and also hear the manliest guy

blowing his fifth nut of the day with a deep visceral growl while you try desperately to get the conversation back on track.

Seeing this, Alex felt at home, and smiled.

His shoulders relaxed their stiff pose, and he looked around for a bar, but all he could focus on were the several masturbating worgens – wolves of a different name, and appearance, but still sex-obsessed wolves all the same.

Coming all this way was worth it, for sure.

Perspective of a horny worgen…

Of course, there may be some other body language going on, such as the dark look

in a wolf's eyes as he looks over the pudgy just muscular orc in front of him, his eyes taking in the expanse of his hairy chest, wishing he'd have something like that in the future.

But no sooner does that thought leave the wolf's mind then he's splattered with a

unsolicited smothering of cum from the brain-dead wanker next to him.

He thought to shout at the man for making a mess of his fur coat, but decided

against it once he felt how supremely masculine he is with another man's spunk on

his chest.

Surely, his dreams will come true. Surely, he'll become a hairy chested wanker just

like the rest of the wolves in this tavern.

That was his thought.

This worgen wanker already knows what he's up to.

He lays his hand firmly on the counter top, the other hand focused on pumping his

huge dog cock.

He's masturbating for a crowd - his fellow bate brothers.

"Lay back, chill and relax."

That's another part of living in the wolf tribe.

But not all of them are unemployed bums who sit around and goon all day. Some of

the wolves actually go out there and provide for their families, like real men should do.

Not so for these gooner wolves. They just want to sit around and masturbate.

In truth, all men feel this way, it’s just that some men give into their feelings more

than others.

This worgen happily indulges in such an activity, sitting back as he lets these

pleasurable feelings overtake him.

As men are getting increasingly suppressed in society, this is what we need to see

more of.

Furthermore, men must always be proud of their sexuality and cocks. Big, small, or

average, nothing's wrong with it as long as it can cum.

---

Back at the tribe…

Tristan looked up helplessly to the big hyena guard staring down at him. Like the rest of the men in this sun-soaked tribe, he was shirtless, and had a light dusting of blonde hair covering his strong chest. Tristan could see these hairs glimmer in the light as the man looked down at him, smirking evilly.

“You really do look like a pup.” His voice rumbled, sending shivers through Tristan’s body.

His voice had a dark tone, and his loincloth was unusually long.

Thankfully, this was not much of a problem to Tristan, who uses his spare time

masturbating to the very thought of these hunks.

What Tristan had to focus on, however, was not imploding from another man’s touch.

Almost mockingly, the man kneeled down in front of Tristan, a testament to the

height difference between them both, and planted a firm peck on his lips.

Yeah, that’s right, not his cheek, his lips. This man, a complete freaking stranger,

decided to kiss Tristan’s soft lips straight away upon meeting him.

That’s how cute Tristan looks to these perverted men.

“Awww, you’re so cute…” The man cooed as Tristan blushed a deep crimson red.

Then his voice took on a darker inflection.

“I can’t wait to take you to bed.”

But before the man continued, he was being whistled at by someone else – possibly

a fellow tribe member, or a friend.

The hyena sighed and brought himself back up to full height – kindly shielding

Tristan from the blistering heat, if only for a time.

“Guess that’s it for now, pup.” He said.

“See you around, eh?” He winked, then made his way over to whatever direction he

was heading.

Tristan didn’t care much about where the man was going after all, only that he finally

experienced the touch of another man after so long. It was exemplary. It was

everything he hoped for. A peck on the lips by a full on grizzled-daddy-DILF hyena.

Fuck yeah. Life rules.

Tristan cleared his throat and tried to shove his well-endowed boner back in his

pants as he headed towards the tavern in search of his father, no doubt eager to tell him this wonderful news.

“Hi daddy!” Tristan can just imagine himself saying.

“I made lots of new friends!”

“A man came up and gave me a full-on unsolicited tongue make-out session!”

Tristan’s throat croaked at the scenario of his embellished story.

He knows his just-as-perverted father would get a kick out of too.

He couldn’t help but fondle his cock a little bit as he headed towards the tavern.

He just loves men.

---

_ —Back in the tavern, Alex and Tristan wind down… _

A beautiful plate of food was brought forth in front of Alex and Tristan.

After such a long journey, such food is what the two truly need to regain their energy.

Tristan's eyes marvelled at the plate before him.

"Wowwww! I love all of this!"

Alex chuckled at his son’s brevity, scuffling down the food without a moment's

hesitation.

It was a truly marvellous meal.

No expense was spared, and just by the taste, texture and quality of the meat, Alex

can tell that this tribe belongs to good hunters.

The bartender smiled at Alex as he was eating his food.

He half expected Alex to ask for more, but to his surprise, Alex asked where the

meat was sourced.

Apparently, it was from a strong boar - a family of which makes their home near the

forests of this tribe. Only the most skilled hunters, the most masculine of the bunch, are allowed to go out and hunt for that prized meat.

Alex continued eating, smiling.

He thought of how, in the past, he would be the one to stay home and goon while

others provide for the tribe. But seeing such comradery and esteemed people

around him, Alex can't help but feel like he wants to rise to the challenge a little

more.

It didn’t take long for Alex to turn to beer for a light refreshment, happy at least to

have some respite from the blistering heat.

Though, truthfully, this place is just as warm as outside, albeit now accompanied by

elbowing of several muscular men who are also eating their meals beside the two.

Tristan cowered in his seat a little bit.

Usually, he gets a bit distraught in crowds like this, and Alex noticed his son’s

feelings instantly.

“Ready to head to bed?” Alex asked, somehow pouring more beer down his throat.

Tristan simply nodded his head in acknowledgement, eager at least to feel the

warmth of a comfortable white-sheeted bed, locked in the embrace of his father’s

arms.

---

_ --The next morning… _

Waking up with a boner is also a perfectly natural male thing.

Since the morning started, Alex has tried to get himself more comfortable around the

tribe by letting his cock and balls out on full display, and as for Tristan, well…

The sound of inexperienced cocksucking is surely enough of an answer as to what

the younger wolf is up to.

Though, with how much he enjoyed sucking men off back at their home tribe, Alex

believes this ‘inexperienced cocksucking’ is more of an act, designed to make men

cum even harder and faster, complete with an innocent look-up to the ugly, yet

somehow-still handsome mug above him, as well as plenty of “Daddy” and “Umphhh,

ahhh…” moaning around the lucky man’s cock.

Alex played with his junk a little bit. He sure wished that was him.

Back at Mistwind, there had to be special times allotted to masturbation, in between

the tribe meetings and trade talks, so you'll come into them freshly spunked and with

a clear head - only the scent of jizz may be quite divisive for the other wolves, who

each have a particular sensitivity to smell.

In this tribe, however, it seems that men can do what they wish, so long as they don’t cause harm.

Alex thinks that’s a noble creed to live by.

And he’s sure Tristan will agree, once he’s covered in daddy cum.

"Daddy Alex always said that if I drink daddy's milk, I can grow up big and

strong!"

For such innocent words escaping his mouth, Tristan's appearance was anything but.

He had his head placed firmly between the thick thighs of this manly, muscular

hyena warrior god ('god' is going a bit too far, but you get my meaning), and

he was eager for his big bone.

"Daddy's bone is always the best." Tristan thinks to himself.

Of course he thinks that to himself. Ever since he was young, Tristan has been fed

nothing but the semen of older, superior men.

Such is the tradition of their old wolf tribe.

The hyena's eyes glossed over as Tristan continued his excited squabbling.

Once the annoying, yet oh-so-cute wolf finished his rambling, the hyena's throat

grumbled out a quick:

"Cool"-

And he firmly pushed his cock in front of the boy's face, telling him to get to work.

It seems that Tristan's thoughts are too full of sexual things to properly understand even what the big, hung dumb hyena warrior is saying to him, and so he begins lapping at the man's hairy balls instead.

And oh, what beautiful balls they are.

So plump and round, and coarse with hairs; these balls are surely the altar to which

all aspiring men will worship - and the warrior's semen will be their baptism.

Tristan beautiful face looked so serene and youthful against that fat daddy cock.

Was it not for several scores of horny wolf men waiting behind him, you'd think he's

completely new to the act of cocksucking.

But he is not.

Ever since Tristan was young, he has been fed his father's cum.

If you ever wonder how he's able to maintain his sleek and slender look this many

years on, then the answer is simple.

Tristan eats daddy cum.

His favourite pastime is extracting the superior semen from the churning balls of men twice his age, and wearing their loads on his face like a proud badge of honour.

Certainly, being covered in the gnarly, slightly off-white semen of countless tribe

warriors at his coming of age ceremony is Tristan's best feat so far.

But somehow, he believes that sucking the gigantic cock of this hyena hunk will

outdo even that achievement.

As Tristan is busy fiddling with the man's hairy balls, the warrior grows impatient, and humps his penis on his face.

"C'mon, kid," he growls.

"I need boy mouth."

---

_ *--It feels as though these days of happiness will last forever, the precious times I spend with my father and the tribe… * _

Days of Happiness ~ Ending

"From now on, please refer to me as Alex Nightmurr the gooner. I shall answer any

queries about gooning you may have," Alex said to himself, with an air of pride in his voice.

The reason why he said such words to himself is because he was sure the crowd

would not hear.

After their old tribe was torched, will a new one truly accept him again, just how he was? Hasn't the culture changed? Such thoughts are what Alex had in his mind.

But isolation does that to you. It makes you think of things which aren't true.

When Alex announced himself to the tribe, he did not receive silence.

He received a raucous round of applause.

Alex was taken aback by this response.

He didn't know that other people could care for him so much.

For so long, all he could think about was how he is no longer of any use to the world.

And while it does seem like he is none the worse for wear, there has been some

changes in Alex's heart.

These changes have made him into the person he is now, where the tribe can begin

to accept him, just how he was.

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Ending – Tristan side

"Go to sleep now, puppy. The daddies will be there to goon over tomorrow."

That's what Sirius said to me, just before bed. He was the hyena daddy I greeted by

way of sucking his mean 10-incher. Of course, my first thought was how beautiful

that cock would look guts deep inside a mare, but I don’t think this new tribe is aware of our ‘strange’ traditions just yet.

I did what he asked, and decided to calm my nerves.

Personally, I feel as though the best types of friends are the ones who hold you

accountable.

Probably the only way to notice this quality would be through the little things they do.

And even though I lost friends from my old home, I still want to do right by them.

Their memories live on in me.

That's my creed.

It's what the wolf tribe taught me.

"Always respect others before you respect yourself."

That's what the chief said a lot, before he passed the torch onto Alex.

Though, surrounded by fine dining and wine that he was, such statements seemed

quite ironic coming from his mouth.

Eh, but it's good advice anyway.

It's hard to go through this world alone - I've seen as such ever since I was thrown

into this new world with my father.

My dad isn't the chief anymore.

He said he needs to learn how to be a man again – he wants to discover himself, or

something like that…

I laugh just thinking about it.

My dad has always been the same man I always love, no matter what.

He doesn’t need to change at all.

But maybe him saying such things is the way of dealing with the pain in his heart

after losing our old tribe.

I look out into the window, gazing at the beautiful blue sky that greeted me at the

start of my journey…

I start to think about what future awaits me.

Will it be one with friends, or daddies?

I'm getting older now in the tribe.

I have to think of these things.

I can't spend the rest of my days covered in strangers' semen like my father so

wishes.

My dad opens the door a little, interrupting my deep thoughts.

"Hey son." His manly voice rumbles out to me.

He walked to my bed and crouched down.

Even in this dim light, I could see the purple eyes of my sexy father staring back at me.

That's how strong his gaze is.

He leaned over, and planted a kiss on my cheek.

But it wasn't like the loving and kind peck of a proud parent, but a long, deliberate kiss given with naughty intention. His other hand under the sheet scaling up my body didn't help matters.

Then came the hair-prickling:

"I love you, son."

Said in the huskiest, darkest voice ever.

Fuck my life. I spent all this time trying to calm down, but all my dad does is makes me horny again.

Yeah, he really is a true gooner pervert.

I couldn't help myself; I decided to kiss my father back.

And before I knew it, it was just like old times.