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Keith ran downfield, keeping his eye on the ball as his teammate ran parallel down one side. Two defenders flanked the fox, but the fox had skill. One little spin had him pulling away from the defense and running at a diagonal towards the goal.

It was a mostly-friendly game at summer camp, so there were only eight players on each team. The fox was one of the few on the field who'd played soccer outside of camp and it showed with how he dribbled and dodged away from the defenders. Keith kept himself open, eyes peeled for a pass.

The fox probably wouldn't even need to pass with how much better he was than the defenders, but instincts took in when he saw the defenders closing in on him in opposing territory. One perfect, aimed kick sent the ball across the field at the anticipatory jackal and Keith received the pass with as much grace as he could.

This was his shot. The game, which parents had insisted wasn't being scored, was almost over and all the kids playing knew it was tied at three goals a piece. Keith had the ball in a relatively open spot of the field near the goal. The jackal reared one foot backwards and drove it in against the ball.

It was a low kick and his foot drove the ball upwards, much higher than needed. His heart sank as he watched the ball soar over the goalie's head, over the goal, and off into the trees behind the field. His teammates groaned and he could hear the fox curse in frustration across field.

Keith deflated and his arms sagged at his sides, clearly disappointed.

A sharp whistle blew and everyone winced as it threatened to deafen anyone nearby. "Alright! Good match guys! Pack up the equipment and get it back to the shack. Dinner is in an hour, you should have PLENTY of time to wash up and change out of your sports gear. No excuses," a mannish looking tigress called out, voice carrying over the field better than the whistle had.

No one seemed to be making any effort to go after the ball, so Keith headed off the field and into the tree-line to find where it had rolled to. "Cause god forbid we'd have brought more than one ball," he thought sullenly.

Twenty minutes of searching later, the jackal made his way back to the camping barracks. It was unfair to even call the experience camping since the lodging had suite-style bathrooms so every two rooms shared one. Other kids were already heading down toward the mess hall for dinner and the jackal wasn't even certain he was hungry at this point.

Camp Tonganoxie was a week long, chaperoned camp between kids and their parents settled in the middle nowhere, in the middle of summer. It was hot, humid at times, and full of angsty, annoyed teenagers.

Keith was one such teenager who had been forced out on the trip by his mother to spend some quality time with his step-father. It hadn't been as bad as he'd imagined, but it certainly wasn't as entertaining as sitting at home, doing nothing, and playing games he'd thought.

When he opened the door to the room he and his step-father were sharing, he was surprised to find the lion laying on the bottom bunk, nose buried in a book. He looked up and smiled, putting the book down on his chest. "Keith! Was wondering where you were. How'd soccer go?"

Keith's ears flattened against his head and he flicked on the light to the bathroom, pulling off his shirt and tossing it on the floor. "I missed an easy goal and we ended up tying."

"I didn't think Cass was keeping score," Shane said, referring to the overly-masculine tigress who was in charge of a lot of the sports.

"She might not have been, but we all know," the lion said. He grabbed a spare change of clothes and stepped into the bathroom, turning on the shower.

"You going to head to dinner after your shower?" the lion called from the bottom bunk.

"Yeah. Why?" Keith poked his head back out of the bathroom to look to the lion.

"Just checking," Shane said.

Keith nodded and closed the bathroom door behind him, starting up the shower and waiting for it to heat up.

His mother married Shane three years ago, and things had been going well enough between them. It was awkward at first, because Shane was a few years younger than his mom, making him barely fourteen years older than Keith. The jackal avoided Shane for a few weeks, but eventually warmed up to him.

It was nice having him around, but sometimes he still felt that the lion was his older brother more than a father. Shane kept to himself a lot, read, cooked, but occasionally would play some video games with the jackal or take him to a game.

The jackal scrubbed the day's sweat and grime from his fur, dried off, and got changed before stepping back out into the room.

"Feel better?" Shane asked, glancing up from his book.

"Yeah. What about you? Are you going to go get food?" he asked, dropping the rest of his dirty clothes into a plastic bag they were using as a hamper.

The lion shook his head and sat up, yawning. "No, I'm still full from lunch, and I'm thinking about taking a quick nap. You go on ahead," he said, smiling up at his stepson. The lion grabbed a pair of headphones and settled them on his ears before laying back along the bunk with his book.

Keith nodded and left the room, paws in the pockets of his shorts. "Can't wait to get back home," he thought dejectedly. He had made a couple friends since getting here, and while they were fun to talk to, he wanted to be back with his friends at home, enjoying his summer.

The sun was just setting below the treeline, bathing the fields and trees in a soft, orange light. A few kids were still milling about outside, but he could hear the din of the large crowd coming from the mess hall. His stomach twisted in discomfort as he approached. He didn't want to go into the hall late, alone, and have to look around for a place to sit. "Not even that hungry," he thought, staring at the large, brick building and rocking on the balls of his feet.

"Fuck it," he muttered, turning around and walking back towards the barracks. A nap didn't sound bad, all things considered.

Keith pushed open the door to his room and stepped inside, freezing in his tracks. Shane was sitting up on the edge of the bed in only his t-shirt and headphones. His paw stroked rapidly back and forth over a thick, uncut member, pre glistening at the head. The most alarming aspect was that his free paw was clutching the jockstrap Keith had been wearing during soccer to his nose.

The jackal's body went rigid as he watched his stepfather's paw glide quickly over his length, and his fur stood on end when the lion suddenly inhaled deeply, taking in the canine's scent.

Shane's eyes were closed in concentration and imagination. The door behind Keith had gone forgotten and it swung back in its hinge until shutting noisily into its frame.

The lion's eyes opened in alarm and immediately focused on the surprised jackal boy standing by the door. Keith inhaled sharply once he was seen and his body tensed nervously.

The lion stood up much too quickly, banging his head against the upper bunk and falling back onto the lower mattress, scrambling around to find something to cover himself. "Shit. Shit, Keith," he said through clenched teeth, headphones ripping off his head as his arm got tangled in the cord.

Keith watched his stepfather flounder about in a panic, eventually grabbing a pillow and pressing it down over his crotch to hide himself from view. The jackal's jockstrap was still laying on the mattress next to the lion.

"Shit, sorry. Look, Keith, I can explain," his stepfather said nervously, face a deep shade of red.

The jackal hadn't said anything yet. He stood there, mouth hanging open an inch as he looked at the lion with mixed feelings. He tried to swallow but his mouth was dry and he coughed a couple times.

"Keith?" Shane asked, heart still pounding in his chest. "Keith, say something."

Keith looked from Shane down at the mattress where his jockstrap was lying. "That's... my jockstrap," he said.

The lion's ears drooped and he followed his stepson's gaze, quickly picking it up and tossing it aside. "I, uh, yeah. Don't know," he replied dumbly.

"You were smelling my jockstrap," the dog said, frowning as he began piecing some things together.

Shane sat there silently for a few seconds, unable to bring his gaze up to meet the jackal's. "Y-yeah. Sorry. Don't tell your mom."

Keith was still trying to get over the shock of what he'd seen and heard that a dull throb between his legs went unnoticed. The jackal stepped forward, muzzle still hanging open. "Why were you doing that?"

Shane's face was still red and he looked down at his paws before looking across the room, eyes widening in surprise when he saw the jackal's tented shorts. "Smelled good," he said with a nervous chuckle, chancing a glance up at the canine. "Did you, uh, like what you see?"

The jackal's ears perked up and his cock throbbed again behind the flimsy material. His own cheeks darkened and he glanced down at himself and cleared his throat. "Um. Maybe," he admitted, taking another step forward.

Keith had known he was bi for a couple years, though he hadn't ever really thought of his stepfather that way. But now here, seeing him exposed, and having witnessed what he did, he couldn't help but entertain the idea.

The lion looked down at the pillow in his lap and slowly pushed it away, exposing himself to the teenager once more. His uncut shaft was soft now, laying across a hefty, tan-furred sac. "We could, uh, you know. If you promise not to tell your mom,"

Keith's cock stiffened further beneath his shorts and he hooked fingers onto the waistband, pushing them down to his feet. His black member bobbed in front of him, a stark contrast to his russet fur. Pre was already collecting at the tip and he squeezed it around the middle. "I won't tell her if you s-suck me," he said, confidence faltering for only a second.

Shane slipped down onto his knees and crawled to the jackal, pressing his muzzle up between Keith's legs and taking a deep breath. The jackal let out a shuddering breath that he wasn't aware he'd been holding in and he put a paw on the back of Shane's head, fingers twisting into the brown mane.

The lion let out an exaggerated mewling noise and lapped his tongue up over Keith's balls, teasing at the base of his taut sheath where the canine's knot had only just begun to form. "Don't tell your mom and we can do whatever you want," he whispered.

Those words empowered the canine and he took a slow, steady breath to calm his nerves. His cock was spitting small drops of pre across his stepfather's face and muzzle and his mind raced with all the things he wanted to try now.

He saw the older feline in a new light now. It had never occurred to him that Shane was actually attractive in his own right. He'd always thought his stepfather was nice, but boring. Polo shirts, khakis, and he spent a lot of his time at home relaxing. Without clothes Keith could see the lightly defined muscles under the gold and tan fur. And now that same attractive lion was on his knees lapping across his cock like it was a tasty treat.

Keith twisted his fingers into Shane's mane and used his other paw to angle the tip of his leaky shaft to the lion's lips. Shane complied with a playful whimper and allowed him to be guided down his stepson's cock, gagging as the boy thrust in to the base.

Keith quickly pulled back, face flushed. "Sorry, are you okay?" he asked, wondering if he'd gone too far.

Shane shook his head, clearing his throat, looking up to meet Keith's worried gaze. "I'm fine. Don't hold back," he said, grinning.

The jackal's worried frown slid off his face, replaced by a grin. He nodded and thrust his cock back into Shane's muzzle, groaning to himself at how good the warm, wet muzzle felt on his flesh.

He'd gotten a couple blowjobs from some of the others at school, but they hadn't been as good as the lion. Keith wasn't certain if Shane had more practice, or if they were both more eager. The lion's tongue curled against his flesh, flicking at the dripping tip for more of his son's pre.

One of Shane's paws cupped the jackal's balls, giving then a firm squeeze and drawing out a spurt of liquidy pre on his tongue. The other paw gripped his own cock, sliding his foreskin back over the slick head, pre drooling down his fingers.

Keith's hips rocked back and forth, both paws now holding on his stepfather's head for support as he dragged his cock along the lion's tongue. "I can't believe I'm doing this," he thought, watching Shane's muzzle bob in contrast to his thrusts.

The jackal's knot was swelling at the base and Shane's fingers pushed down the sheath covering it, locking fingers behind it to squeeze and tug.

Keith's balls swung free now, smacking against the lion's chin as he picked up speed. His breath was becoming more and more ragged as his orgasm approached.

Shane's years of experience picked up on the jackal's breathing and he pulled off of the black, knotted shaft, looking up at his stepson. "Close?"

Keith took a few deep breaths, eyes traveling down Shane's chest until they locked onto the thick, uncut shaft the lion was pounding. "Yeah."

The lion's chest rumbled and he stood up, pressing his length against the dog's and squeezing them together. "Mmm, I'd thought about this before," he said, stroking their cocks together, pre lubing his paws.

"I'd... never thought of it. Sorry," Keith replied, ears flicking to either side.

Shane just chuckled and continued pawing over their shafts, squeezing them close. Keith could feel the heat of his stepfather's cock pressed against his own. The lion's cock was thicker and longer than his own, and he was no slouch. "Ooh, bet that knot is gonna feel good," Shane whispered into one of the jackal's ears.

Keith shuddered and let out a soft moan, eyes half-lidded as he watched his stepfather's cock pulse along his own. "I'm... still close,"

The lion grunted and stepped back from the jackal. "Here, I wanna try something," he grinned.

Keith watched his stepfather hold his cock in place and the tip of his cock pressed against the head of his dad's thick shaft. The lion tugged upwards until his foreskin slipped over the jackal's leaky tip and then started stroking over their joined cock, fingers bumping the thick knot on each stroke.

It was perverse and different than the canine had really done so far and his breath caught in his throat at the sheer thrill of it. Shane's foreskin slid back and forth along the dog's shaft, their pre dripping on the floor between them.

Keith's paws braced against the lion's chest and his body shook, knot fully engorged as Shane's paw hit it on each stroke. He fought to keep his eyes open, watching the lion's damp paw beat them off together, the foreskin bulging as it rolled over the dog's tip.

The jackal's paws grabbed at the lion's sides and he barked out in excitement as he came, cum flooding the lion's foreskin and spraying out the side and onto the floor. His body lurched forward and the lion pulled him forward into a tight hug, holding him close as the teenager rode out his orgasm.

Shane's paw squeezed at the dog's knot, ropes of cum soaking into their belly fur and making a complete mess. The jackal was shivering and panting hard, cock throbbing in his stepfather's grip. The lion chuckled and nuzzled at Keith's neck. "Feel good?" he asked.

Keith nodded weakly and slumped against his dad's chest, sighing through his nose. "Yeah. Sorry about the mess," he chuckled, feeling their fur slip against each other as cum ran down over their thighs.

"Mmm, I don't think we're done quite yet," the lion said, grinning as he pulled away from Keith and flopped onto his back on the bunkbed, careful of his head.

Keith's eyes widened and ears perked up as he watched his stepfather lift his legs and spread them to reveal his puckered flesh. "Really?" His cock flexed at the idea of fucking the bigger lion even though he'd cum only moments ago.

Shane growled playfully and wiggled his hips, tail hanging off the edge of the mattress. "Yeah, under one condition," he said with a sly grin.

Keith huffed and stepped forward, bending down to press the tip of his cum-covered cock against the lion's tunnel. "Don't tell mom?" he asked, pressing forward and sinking a few inches of his shaft into his father's passage.

The lion let out a less-than-masculine groan and let his head fall back, paws still holding each of his thighs. "Exactly," he breathed.

Keith pushed forward until the swell of his knot was grinding to Shane's entrance. His shaft tingled with over-stimulation, but his arousal won out. His hips pulled back and slammed forward a couple times, cum lubing the way.

Shane's head rolled to one side, legs wrapping around his kid's waist. His cock was drooling over his messy stomach, still yet to cum. "Damn... been a while since I've had a real person doing this," he whispered, voice shaking.

The jackal imagined the lion bent over a bed with a larger, stronger man behind him, pumping away. His own hips picked up the pace and he let out a strangled gasp when his thick knot suddenly popped inside the lion's passage. "F-fuck!"

The lion's chest rumbled and he squeezed his muscles down on the knot, giggling. "Mmm, yeah, I've got a toy at home about your size. Just yank it on out," he said, relaxing again.

Keith watched as the lion's pucker bulged outwards, knot straining to pull free. It slopped backwards and they both moaned together. Keith held it just outside his dad's entrance and leaned forward, putting his weight behind him. The knot pressed inwards and then popped back in.

Shane hissed and grit his teeth together, eyes closed. "Yesss... keep doing that,"

The jackal wasn't about to disagree. The extra tightness around his knot was amazing and he was fascinated in the way his dad's body would fight to keep him both in and out. There was this amazing, brief sensation of the lion's muscled ring squeezing at the apex of his knot, and he tugged the thick flesh back and forth, trying to keep it half inside.

The lion was fisting his own cock once more, stepson's cum as lube. Feline whimpers and mewls escaped his lips as Keith's knot spread him over and over. "Ooh, Keith, I'm almost there."

Keith wrapped one of his paws around the base of the lion's cock, squeezing hard. His knot tugged backwards, free of the tight hole, and he could feel his dad's cock pulse. Another shove back forward and he felt it surge again. His second orgasm was fast approaching with all the attention to his knot and his eyes flicked back and forth from the way he spread the tight hole to the thick cock that hole belonged to.

Shane clenched his jaw tightly, back arching in euphoria. "Ooh, fuck fuck, god." The lion's cock throbbed and a little dribble of cum rolled over his hooded head. Then the thick flesh jerked and spasmed, two ropes of cum splashing noisily against the lion's chest and face.

Keith forced his knot back into the lion's quivering passage and came again, watching his father unload against the already-messy fur.

The jackal's legs wobbled and he crawled up onto the bed, still locked with the lion. Keith slumped across his stepfather's chest, legs still around his chest. "That was great," he said quietly, nuzzling into Shane's neck and smearing some cum against his muzzle.

The lion chuckled and wrapped his arms around the canine, squeezing. "Yeah. I definitely needed that."

"Think we can do this more often?" Keith asked, looking sleepily up at the lion.

Shane grinned and patted the back of the jackal's head with a messy paw. "Mmm, definitely, just make sure you-"

"Don't tell mom," they both said in unison.