Father Son Bonding
Obligatory Content Warning: The following story contains EXPLICIT SCENES of GAY SEX between a FATHER and his UNDERAGE SON. OMFG CUB PR0NZ!!!!! If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON. By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED!!! For those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy the wincest!
Dan let out a long yawn, stretching out on the massive bed, empty save for him. His wife had decided to head up to Maine to visit her mother, and took Ellie with her, leaving Dan at home with Robbie. The arrangement suited Dan just fine. He'd never really gotten along with Terry's mother, especially after they married fresh out of college, and Robbie wasn't too keen on another trip so soon after getting home from summer camp. Besides, he didn't seem to be particularly fond of his mother's mother, either.
Relaxing as it may have been, though, the house always did feel decided listless without Terry. The warmth she radiated wherever she went was irreplaceable; indeed, it was part of what drew Dan and Terry together, even at an early age. It contrasted so starkly with the coldness her mother projected that it sometimes struck Dan as quite impossible that the beautiful vixen he married could possibly have any relation to the vixen.
A soft rapping on the bedroom door dragged Dan back to reality.
"Dad?" Robbie whispered, poking his head in to the nearly-shut door.
"Yeah, kiddo?" he said, pushing himself up on his elbows and looking at his son.
"I'm headin' to bed now," he said.
Dan smiled and nodded. "Good boy. Don't forget to brush your teeth before bed!"
"I will!" Robbie said, quickly disappearing. "G'night!" he called from the hall.
Dan chuckled and shook his head. "G'night, Robbie," he called back, and let himself fall back onto the bed.
The older fox perked his ears, listening to the tell-tale signs of his son brushing his teeth, then retreating to his bedroom. Once sure that his kit was in his bedroom, Dan slowly pulled off his shirt. His jeans soon followed, leaving the fox in nothing but his briefs.
A familiar tingle rose up in the fox's loins. He let out a soft sigh. 'Figures,' he thought. 'The body can't even go a single night without an orgasm.'
Slowly, Dan's fingers found their way into the waistband of his underwear. He glanced toward the door as he slid the thin fabric down his legs, his sheath already swelling as the cool air in his bedroom hit his nether region. A few seconds later, and Dan's briefs were lying on the floor atop his other clothes, one paw roaming back to his sheath as his other paw roamed to his slightly-rounded stomach.
Dan was never one to be overly-concerned with his weight. He certainly wasn't FAT, but he wasn't exactly trim, either. As his left paw slowly roamed over his stomach, he shut his eyes, recalling all the nights that Terry nuzzled into his stomach while they were getting hot and bothered. She'd always said his physique was perfect -- not too fat, but just enough there to make a nice cushion for snuggling.
A soft moan escaped the fox's muzzle as his right paw massaged his sheath. His length slowly slipped out to greet his paw, taking its time to grow to its full six inches. 'Tonight feels like a slow night,' he thought as his paw idly dragged its way from his sheath to his slightly throbbing meat. 'No need to rush it.'
A smile crept across the fox's lips as he started pleasuring himself. He almost felt like a kit again, lying naked on his bed masturbating. It hardly seemed fitting for a thirty-six year old male with a wife of fourteen happy years. But he knew better than to think so... naively about sex. Indeed, if being married to Terry had taught him anything, it's that marriage was by no means an end to masturbation.
With a moan, memories began to trickle in to the fox's mind. The first night he and Terry had laid together in bed as husband and wife and just masturbated. They didn't even touch each other, save for snuggling close as their paws worked their own genitals. The simple intimacy, the mixing of their musk and moans as they pleasured themselves, treasured memories in the making with barely a touch being exchanged.
Dan's moans soon slipped into pleasured whimpers as his right paw slowly worked over his member. His left slowly slid from from his belly to his thigh, and finally between his legs, cupping his furry scrotum. He didn't always like playing with his balls while masturbating, but tonight, it felt like the right thing to do. His hips bucked upwards to greet his paw as he continued in a slow rhythm, quite unhurriedly working himself up.
A gasp greeted the fox's ears. For a moment, Dan thought he'd simply imagined it. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he opened his eyes just a crack and glanced toward the door... and froze. His eyes opened slowly as he found himself staring at his son.
The fox fought against his initial urge to cover up. He'd talked with Terry about how they would act towards sex around the kits, and knew that covering up was NOT the message he wanted to send. However, the irony of the situation wasn't lost on the adult. Most of the discussions he'd had with Terry about their kits' sexuality had centered on if they'd caught the KITS in the act, not the other way around!
"Hey, kiddo," Dan said, trying to sound calmer than he felt. "Thought you were going to bed."
"I was," Robbie said, blushing a bit. "But I couldn't sleep, and I was gonna get a glass of water, when I heard you, and..."
Dan chuckled nervously. "Guess you caught me in the act," he said, feeling the blood start to rush into his cheeks as well.
An awkward silence descended over the two foxes. They looked at each other for a few moments, moments that seemed to drag into minutes, hours, until Robbie shattered the stillness with three words that caught Dan completely off-guard.
"Can I watch?"
The adult thought about this for a moment. He glanced towards the erection still held in his paw. His body certainly wasn't objecting to the idea.
"Sure," he said, waving the cub over with his left paw.
Robbie smiled and slipped into the room. He padded slowly over to the bed, wearing nothing but his boxers. The kit paused at the edge of the bed and slipped his undies off, revealing his own stiff member, and crawled over the bed to his father.
Dan wrapped his arm around his son as the kit crawled over, and held him close. Without another word, he started rubbing himself again, picking up right where he left off before he was interrupted.
Robbie let out a nervous chuckle as he curled up against his father, bringing one of his paws to his own member as he watched his father's movements. Soft moans escaped both furs' muzzles as they snuggled on the bed, wordlessly masturbating right next to each other.
The two furs continued for about a minute, quietly watching the other masturbating, no sounds escaping them save the quiet moans of their mutual pleasure. The air warmed around them as a spell befell the two furs. Father and son, lying in bed on a hot summer night, doing something that all males do... until a wandering paw changed the game.
Robbie barely even registered that he'd released his own member until he felt a much thicker penis between his fingers. Both kit and father gasped as the kit's smaller paw found the older fox's malehood, the very member that had, so many years ago, played a vital role in creating the kit who was now fondling it ever so delicately.
Dan stared, his own paw releasing his member as he stared first at his kit's face, then the small paw wrapped around his member, then back to the kit. Robbie locked eyes with his father, a blush creeping into his face as his paw made its first slow, hesitant stroke of his father's penis.
A moan escaped Dan's lips as he felt his son begin to masturbate him. It had been so long since he'd felt the touch of a male. But for it to be his own son... he wasn't sure what was worse, that his son was touching his most intimate regions... or that he was enjoying it immensely.
Rational thought left the fox's mind as that small paw made another slow stroke along his length. He slowly reached out with his own paw and took his son's smaller member into his paw, shivering at the feel of a penis that was not his own in his grasp. He smiled; Robbie smiled back. And the two started to stroke each other.
Ragged moans escaped both foxes as they worked into a slow rhythm, matching each other's pace as they fell into their mutual masturbation. Robbie's eyes fluttered shut as the feel of his father's strong, gentle paw teased him in ways he never could have imagined. Dan murred softly, enjoying his son's attention as an impulse struck him. 'Why not? It couldn't be any worse.'
Before either fur knew what was happening, Dan's lips were pressed to his son's, sharing a level of intimacy that fathers rarely share with their sons. Dan let Robbie set the pace, his body feeling the kit's for any sign of discomfort. Much to the adult's delight, his son parted his lips, allowing his father's tongue entrance into the kit's warm, snug muzzle.
The two foxes moaned quietly into the kiss, both their eyes shutting as they shared this moment -- their paws on each others' dicks, their lips locked, their bodies pressed to each other. Father and son floated away, their senses overwhelmed by the scent of their shared arousal, enveloped in the heat of the other's body, teased by the foreign paws on their intimate parts.
All too quickly, Robbie pulled back from the kiss. Panting, the two opened their eyes, once again meeting each others' gaze. Robbie's face flushed as he crawled down, his father's paw slipping from his member as the kit crawled between the adult's legs.
"Robbie... what are you --" Dan began.
He never got to finish his sentence as the young kit wrapped his muzzle around the adult's throbbing tip. Dan could only moan as he felt that heavenly mouth engulf his tip, his body going limp as his senses were overwhelmed by the intensity of the feelings flooding his body. He squeezed his eyes shut and moaned lewdly as his son's muzzle descended over his penis, inch after inch sinking into that warm, tight muzzle.
"D-don't try to take it all," Dan muttered. "N-no need to force it..."
Another ragged moan escaped the older fox's muzzle as he felt two paws wrapping around the knot he hadn't even realized had formed. He held his hips back, a practiced response, letting the kit do all the work. And work he did, paws working along his shaft as his tongue massaged the three inches buried in his muzzle.
Dan had to admit: for an eleven year old, Robbie was damn good at giving a blow job. After the other day, it didn't really surprise him, but getting to experience it first paw... it was a little slice of heaven. A burst of pre flooded the kit's mouth, and Robbie took it in stride. It wouldn't be long until the adult reached his peak.
Paws roamed all over, rubbing the kit's head, grasping at the sheets, grabbing his own chest, anything to keep Dan focused on the world around him as his son's muzzle pleasured him in ways that he hadn't known were possible. His breathing became ragged, and his balls tugged up to his chest.
"R-robbie... g-gonna cum," Dan whispered.
As he said the words, Robbie gave his father's knot a tug. That was all the adult needed. He moaned out, squirming on the bed as his cock throbbed in his son's muzzle, flooding it with his thick, potent seed. The kit swallowed it down as fast as he could produce it, his tongue teasing out more and driving him near-insane with the pleasure coursing through his veins.
For nearly thirty seconds, he kept squirting, and Robbie kept on swallowing. The kit kept suckling his father's cock, nursing it like a newborn, as its owner writhed and moaned.
"Ngh... s-stop," Dan whispered, gently pushing the kit's head back as the pleasure started to mix with the familiar pain of overstimulation.
Robbie obliged, pulling his muzzle back and crawling up and curling up next to his father. "I love you, Dad," he whispered.
Dan merely panted, wrapping an arm around his son and holding him close, too exhausted to speak. The two foxes lay together as Dan caught his breath. Robbie nestled in against his father, his own erection pressing into his father's side.
"Mmmm... guess I should take care of that, eh?" Dan whispered as he caught his breath.
Robbie giggled and smiled at his father. "If you wanna," he replied coyly.
Dan smiled and rolled Robbie onto his back, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "Oh, I want to," he whispered. With a lusty growl, Dan slowly crawled down the bed, laying kisses along his son's chest as he went, working his way down the kit's trim body.
Robbie squirmed and giggled softly, watching as his father laid a trail of kisses down his chest. His giggles quickly melted into excited murrs as his father reached his groin.
Dan pulled his muzzle back and looked down at his son, grabbing the base of Robbie's shaft with his paw to hold it steady. "S'been quite a while since I've done this... let's see if I've still got it."
In one fell swoop, Dan took his son's entire length into his muzzle, pressing his nose right in to Robbie's crotchfur. The kit let out a soft moan as his father's muzzle wrapped right around his cock, his tongue slowly swirling around it.
The adult smiled up at his son as he acquainted himself with his son's penis, his tongue exploring every delicate curve of the length of flesh in his muzzle. He had a little inward chuckle about how much easier it is to blow a cub when you're bigger and older than he is. His paws slowly rubbed all around the cub's lower regions, gently roaming from his thighs to his stomach to his sides and back again.
Robbie whimpermoaned as his father's tongue teased his erection. It was much different having his dad do this than Martin. He made a few mental notes of his father's technique, before his mind was fogged by the pleasure flooding his frame. He panted heavily, bucking his hips up into his father's muzzle.
Dan chuckled as his kit started thrusting into his muzzle. He gently gripped his son's hips and held him down as he started to bob his muzzle slowly along the length of flesh inside, debating whether he wanted to try to make him last or make him cum quickly. Another moan from the kit, and Dan made his decision.
The adult started suckling the kit's cock, pressing his nose against his crotchfur and catching the kit's expanding knot in his lips, tugging it lightly as he swirled his tongue all around, focusing his attention at the tip. He grinned as he heard Robbie moaning out, his limbs thrashing as his cock twitched madly, the epicenter of the most intense pleasure the cub had yet experienced.
Robbie squeezed his eyes shut as his father deftly worked his cock. His toes curled and uncurled and his arms thrashed for a moment until they came to rest on his father's head, gripping it tightly. He let out a loud cry as all at once, a tidal wave of pleasure washed over him. His cock twitched madly in his father's maw, delivering a few shots of his thin, as yet infertile seed against the tongue that was teasing him so deliciously. So intense was his orgasm that the kit actually blacked out for a moment.
When Robbie came to, he was cradled in his father's arms, still panting heavily.
"Guess I've still got it," Dan whispered in Robbie's ear.
Robbie let out a little giggle. "Dad... where'd..."
Dan pressed a finger to Robbie's lips. "Shh... you can ask all the questions you want tomorrow. For now, relax... enjoy the afterglow."
Another giggle escaped the kit's muzzle, and he snuggled up against his father, hugging his arms. "Love you, Dad," he whispered.
Dan smiled and kissed the top of his son's head. "Love you, too," he replied, though Robbie didn't hear it. The two quickly drifted off to sleep, curled up together, sharing a very special father son bond.