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Master Splinter's Nights: A Night with Michelangelo

by tannim

January 2, 2017

It always felt good to take a walk at night. The peaceful sounds of the lair without four teenagers yelling, fighting, or laughing. The blissful quiet of the TV NOT being on and the distant sounds of traffic coming from overhead. Splinter relaxed against lair entrance. Some nights peace wasn't enough. He needed to relax. He needed, his youngest.

Michelangelo's room was only slightly dark when he peered in. There were lights all over from various toys spread out on shelves. There was more light from a small old night light that he still hadn't gotten rid of from when he was little. All his other turtles slept in much darker rooms. Then again, none of his other turtles had names for their toes and were far too serious for his needs.

Splinter closed the door behind him and slipped silently through the deadly minefield of sharp board game pieces, toys, and leftover food spread out over the floor. He was sure they were actually an alarm system of sorts with how loud some of them could be when the other turtles stepped on them, but he wasn't about to trigger it. Just swaying and cautiously stepping around some of the toys made the rat smile. He was already having fun without even talking to Michelangelo.

It was not a big room, but he took his time going through it, backtracking a little just to take a less obvious path. His tail swung to help him keep balance, his toes were often all that fit in a spot, and his rump made not a sound as he sat next to his son sleeping quietly on his bed. Splinter just watched him for a few seconds, smiling and wishing he hadn't sat on a pizza box.

He shifted to remove it, then sat it down and bent to kiss Michelangelo's neck. There was no response from the young teen in. Another kiss followed to Mikey's partially exposed chest shell, then another to his left bicep. Splinter could easily have woken him with a shake or a touch, but it was much more fun to fondle and tease for a while.

The turtle smiled as his dreams turned more interesting. He felt happier and laughed at the puppy walking on his torso. Animal dreams were the best! It's feet felt bigger than the looked and he loved how it kept licking all over his mid section. His eyes widened when it licked between his legs seconds later.

Splinter had the covers up over him playfully rubbing the hard shell along his son's belly and kissing down it until he finally got to the soft turtle dick laying between Michelangelo's thighs. It shifted at his lips kissing it and swelled more when he sucked it into his mouth where his tongue could swirl around the tip. A groan came from Mikey after a few seconds of it, encouraging Splinter to keep licking.

The puppy was good. Michelangelo reached down to pat it, saying good boy as he did. It stopped and leaned into the petting, looking wrong as it did so. The real world tugged him awake a moment later.

Mikey only saw a shape under his blanket and pushed at it. "Ung... hey, guys, knock it of. I'm trying to sleep..."

Splinter smiled to himself and let his student's erection out of his mouth. Instead he ran his claws very lightly over the turtle's sides to tickle him without saying a word. It had the desired effect with Michelangelo laughing, squirming, and flinging the sheet off of himself.

"HAHA, HEY, COME ON! Master Splinter!?" Mikey's legs jerked back away from Splinter at the same time as he jerked upright. "What are you doing in here? I mean, I can see what you WERE doing. No wonder I had such nice dreams. Tickling somebody isn't nice," the turtle lunged forward, "UNLESS YOU ARE READY TO BE TICKLED BACK!"

"I thought you might like some comPANY. HA, EASY there, Michelangelo!" Splinter didn't try to catch or stop his son since he wanted the attention.

It felt good to laugh and the turtle's fingers tickling over his sides and up to his arm pits through his robe made him do just that. He squirmed under the assault and lay out flat on Mikey's bed while the teen worked him over. His own fingers tickled back, but Michelangelo was much better at it than he was.

"Ha, not gonna work, Master. I know ALL your tickle spots." His son drew back and grinned down. "Even the secret spot."

"And which secret spot would that be?"

"I can't TELL you! It wouldn't be a secret if I TOLD you."

Splinter nodded, impressed that his son hadn't just blurted it out. "That is true."

"But... I can SHOW you, if you close your eyes." Mikey watched his master's eyes close then leaned in to kiss his dad on the lips for a few seconds before pulling back. "No peaking."

One eye cracked open. "Of course not." He quickly shut it when the teen crossed his arms. "Sorry, you may continue."

"Uh... actually. I MAY kind of need you to take that robe off, Master. Can't really get at your body with it on. You can open your eyes I guess, since I can't do anything until you're uncovered."

The rat shook his head and tried to look as serious as possible without opening his eyes. "No. I will keep them closed. I do not want to risk peeking."

Michelangelo licked his lips as his sensei's hands moved down, then grabbed both wrists. "No, wait, I have a better idea. I'll take that off for you. Don't want to risk you hurting yourself by doing it without being able to see! It would be pretty hard to do while you lie there, anyway."

"As you wish." Splinter let his hands go limp and lay there, letting his smile return. It was more fun letting his son strip him. "Whenever you are ready, my son."

Two hangs tugged his belt open almost as soon as he spoke. Thick fingers slipped into his robe along his chest to his right arm moments later. Splinter enjoyed feeling one hand and muscular arm slipping into the sleeve with his until Michelangelo could grab his wrist.

The turtle's other hand caught his sleeve and held it so he could pull his father's arm out. There were more efficient ways to do it, but Mikey wasn't interested in efficient as much as he was interested in touching Splinter's body. By the way Splinter pushed up against him while he worked that arm out and kissed his cheek, his dad was happy with that.

Michelangelo lay chest down against his master, with his erection pressed to the rat's belly. He enjoyed the soft short fur against it for several seconds before he did the other arm the same way. Pushing up and off to sit on Splinter's lower legs, he just enjoyed the view. Their father had such a handsome well toned body to show off when he pulled the robe open wide.

Splinter shifted his legs at the weight, trying to tease his aroused son while his own stiff cock hung over his groin and lower belly. He felt Mikey grind his butt in response to the teasing and felt the turtle's breath blowing over his dick. It was very tempting to take a peak and he did so, just in time to see the teen leaning down an inch from his tip to blow on it.

Michelangelo didn't notice the look. He was debating ignoring the robe and the tickling and just moving on to the really fun part. It was rather hot stripping his dad, especially with the rat laying there and letting him do it. On his back there wasn't really a need to do any more, though. Just pull it open and it was pretty much off. Of course he could flip Splinter over and enjoy his butt. No, that wasn't it. He'd pull the robe off without flipping him. The obvious way to do it made him laugh.

That laugh made Splinter peak again. "Is my body that amusing to you?"

"Huh? Oh! No, Sensei! I'd never laugh at you!" Michelangelo slipped both hands between Splinter's legs to pull his tail up between them. He spent longer than necessary draping it over his dad's right leg by running his hands up and down it and the leg under it. "I was just laughing at something I thought of. Hold still."

Wondering what his son was up to, Splinter did as he was told. He closed his eyes after watching Michelangelo climb off the bed. The robe under him went taut as it was tugged on, the grip let up, and suddenly the robe jerked out from under him.

Splinter's eyes went wide as a fold of cloth caught his tailbase and butt. He slid with it for a quarter second then was simply flipped over onto his belly with just enough time to see his son in mid jerk. Michelangelo had tried the table cloth trick with him as the dinnerware. The idea of it had him laughing again. It was such an absurd idea and it felt so good to get to laugh at it.

Rolling onto his side, Splinter shook his head at the somewhat disappointed looking turtle. "That was certainly a creative way to get me out of my robe."

Mikey folded his robe and smiled back. "It didn't work quite as well as I thought it would, but it did work! You weren't supposed to move, but at least the view was good when you did. Hmm... OH, right. You still want to find that tickle spot, Sensei?"

Eyeing his son's stiff cock, Splinter hesitated a second. "Yes. I am quite interested in your secret." Proud to have chosen patience. He quickly rolled back onto his back and closed his eyes. "You may do as you wish. I won't peak."

Michelangelo stared Splinter in his closed eyes for several seconds, darted away, then back to look in them one more time, then nodded. "Alright, I'll show you. I'm going to have to move you around, though. Just sort of try not to fall off the bed. I can't go just right to it or you'll know exactly where it is."

Not waiting for a response, the turtle playfully wrapped his arms around Splinter from behind and pulled both of them onto their right side. His hands rubbed over his father's strong if yielding arms on the way down then worked himself back to sitting. When Splinter stayed in place he felt much more confident and ran two fingers down his master's back very lightly while at the same time running two more fingers from his other hand up the rat's belly to his chest on the other side.

He enjoyed the way Splinter tensed at the touch and even arched his back for it. Mikey trailed the fingers the other way, ending with him squeezing his sensei's stiff erection and tail-root each a good squeeze. The teen teased under that thick tail with a fingertip just brushing around the hole underneath.

Splinter took a deep breath at the touches. He hadn't expected his son to be so creative. There had been a light tickle when his fingers had brushed along the top of his buttocks and lower back area. Had Michelangelo kept going it really would have been too much to hold still. Whether that was the secret spot he'd mentioned or not, he was enjoying himself.

Humming to himself, Mikey circled his dad's tight pucker, then lay down with his own cock pressing against both pert buttocks and his chest shell against Splinter's back. He rolled over with the rat under him until they were both on their bellies with him kissing Splinter's neck. Both his fingertips trailed up the velvety furred sides with just enough pressure to tease and tickle.

"Haven't gotten there yet, Sensei. This is fun!"

Stifling his chuckling at the tickle, Splinter nodded. "It is rather pleasant, isn't it?"

"Keep those eyes closed, master!" Michelangelo pushed himself off, climbed off the bed, then back on again, straddling Splinter's head as he did so. His erection rested against his father's cheek before he lay over him and kissed Splinter's tail root again. "Figured out where it is yet?"

Turning his head to nuzzle his son's erection, Splinter shook his head. "I have not."

"Good." Mikey playfully squeezed his legs together before sliding his fingertips all around the rat's rump and rear inner thighs. The touch was light enough to just irritate the fur hairs to make them tingle and tickle. It stopped after just a few seconds as he climbed off his dad and moved around until he was bending down upside down face to face with him. "Do you want to try and guess on me?"

Splinter opened one eye a crack. "Can I open my eyes?"

"Huh? OH, uh, yeah. You can open them."

Both eyes opened and Splinter looked up at his son's chin. It was an interesting perspective seeing somebody upside down. Looking up he saw Michelangelo's chest and that the teen was bending over him. A quick twist and Splinter flipped over onto his back under the boy. It was much less strange right side up. He somewhat missed the novelty, but he did have a much better view of his student's muscular frame and handsome erection. He could also reach up and slide his hands along Mikey's shell to find the gaps.

"So, a secret tickle spot? I will guess right," his hand jerked down to grasp his son's stiff six or so inch cock, "HERE."

"HA! WRONG... close, but wrong. You don't have to let go, though, dude. You totally left me all squirmy."

Splinter pumped his hand up and down quickly, looking thoughtful. "Close? Perhaps lower then." He pushed himself up and wrapped his lips around the boy's tip before letting his hand explore further between Mikey's legs. He felt his son tense when his finger pressed against his hole, but he didn't try to work it in. Instead he dropped just below it so his sharp claw could very lightly tease Michelangelo's perineum. "What about here?"

"Ohhh... that's really close too!"

Stroking his finger around the smooth flesh between ass and balls, Splinter considered his options. He could try giving up and make his son show him, which would make him have to stop sucking on the boy's rather pleasant dick or he could keep exploring and probably not figure out, since it was probably somewhere inside. Of course he could also just pleasure Michelangelo until the turtle forgot all about it. All of them had their good points and he used the time thinking to make Mikey squirm with his tongue scrubbing firmly over his sensitive tip.

Michelangelo bent over him from too much friction and grasped his dad's muzzle. "Sensei!"

Splinter stopped and pulled away, smiling up. "Yes? Wrong spot?"

Cock throbbing from arousal and too close for comfort, the turtle quickly sat down to distract himself. "How about a hint?"

Mikey pushed his father onto his side before pulling Splinter's left leg up. After rubbing his cheek down the rat's muscular leg while he slid down, he buried his beak under his sensei's tail for a quick kiss to Splinter's clean ring. His tongue followed the kiss, circling the tight muscle.

"It's hidden in here."

"I thought it might be."

"You guessed?" Michelangelo cupped his dad's balls. "But it's also hidden here. It's not just one place, it's a lot of places being touched together."

"Ah..." Splinter clenched his tail down over his son's face and laughed. "Very clever, though I do not think that counts as a tickle spot that way."

Mikey flicked his tongue playfully against the ring center to feel it clench while licking. "It isn't a tickle spot? But it always makes you laugh!"

"Do I really laugh when you are in me? Perhaps it is, then. It does feel very good to have you inside of me."

The teen kissed the flexing butt. "You laugh when I am with you."

His father pressed back into the kiss and playfully wiggled his butt back and forth. "You try more than the others, Michelangelo. Leonardo and Raphael are both far too serious usually. Donatello is too distracted and also serious. Usually it is only you that relaxes and enjoys things as they happen." He pulled away and rolled onto his back. "Even when we are together like this, you joke and tickle instead of trying to finish right away. Your secret spot is certainly interesting. Now that I know, would you like to get started?"

A quick look down showed Michelangelo that Splinter was very much ready. Clear fluid beaded out of his dad's erection as it pulsed with his racing heartbeat. As much as Mikey liked to play, his own was pretty eager for attention, too. Maybe it was time to really go for it.

Michelangelo grabbed his master's cock and grinned. "I guess I could. You want it in your special place, your special place, or your ULTRA special place, that you have two of."

"Place that I Two of..." Splinter narrowed his eyes, thought a moment, and smiled. "Ah, of course. I don't think I want to have you put it in my ear. So no, I'll take the first special place."

"Aw, you figured it out already? Those ears look so welcoming, though!" Mikey didn't wait, he slipped a bottle out from a pizza box next to his bed and squeezed it over his own cock. The liquid inside made it shine in the light and Splinter shivered when some when some was dribbled onto his own dick and ass. "Oh well. Mind if I spank you just a little, too? Raph did that with me and it was... kind of fun!"

Splinter sat up to rub his son's slick shaft while his own was worked in return. "Perhaps, but I don't want to wake the others up, so very lightly if you do." He leaned up and kissed his lover. "It is good to be creative."

"Sure I can't try the ear thing?" Michelangelo caught his dad's tail when it swung lazily at his own butt. "Ok, ok. I wasn't really being serious."

Father and son let go before both got into position. Splinter lay on his back and spread his legs wide. Mikey sat on his sensei's long tail, scooted up and back a few times, then aimed his dick and speared Splinter's welcoming hole on the last scoot forward. It was a silly way to enter, but it left the rat happy and full. That was exactly what he wanted.

He leaned back to look up at the ceiling while Michelangelo held his hips and rocked rapidly. The teen's cock wasn't the biggest, but he certainly was enthusiastic with using it. His youngest also bent down to nibble at his neck and nipples more than any of his other sons would. Being relaxed and eager to play made him a surprisingly good lover.

Splinter took a deep breath and bore down around his lover's cock just as Michelangelo was getting into rhythm. The grunt it brought and the pressure inside it gave him made him chuckle, which made Mikey grin up at him curiously. Another clench around the turtle's shaft and Splinter propped himself up on his elbows to kiss his son's forehead.

"How about a game? The faster you thrust, the tighter I'll try to make it. When you can't move anymore. It's my turn to mount you. If you finish last I'll let you press your face against my balls again. I know you enjoy that."

Michelangelo slowed down immediately. "No fair, dude, you already brought me close a few times!" He nuzzled into his father's neck fur. "But if I lose?"

Splinter relaxed his grip and ground his hips against the teen's. "Then I'll rub them against your face instead and you don't get to do anything but move your head as I do."

"Man, that's harsh. I don't know if I can risk that if I lose." Michelangelo sounded and looked so serious as he said it, Splinter wasn't sure if he had understood that winning and losing had the same result. "Well, I'm game. Do your worst, master!"

He waited until his dad tensed under him and felt the rat's ass tighten around him. It wasn't much at first, but the pleasant sensation made him speed up into it. His dad tightened, he went faster still, with both hands gripping Splinter's hips to help push past the resistance.

The strain of squeezing harder and harder around his son's well lubricated cock made Splinter's abs flex visibly under his fur, but Michelango didn't see until he leaned back for better leverage. He saw more of his master's muscles shift and swell while he kept shoving in. All that lubricant was wearing off fast with the tightening hole, though, until it was hard to move at all.

Splinter grit his teeth, his body clenching so hard even his cock darkened from the strain, and felt his lover suddenly stop. The pressure inside built with his son trying to push forward, but then stopped when Mikey realized he couldn't move. He didn't let go himself. Michelangelo's cock pressed and pulsed against his prostate for a near orgasmic sensation. Only after another five seconds did he relax with a groan.

The turtle's dick jerked out of him almost as soon as the pressure was gone and Michelango immediately spun, dropped to all fours, and wiggled his butt back and forth at Splinter in slightly more than one quick motion. "My turn, Sensei!"

Panting to calm down after the strain, Splinter grabbed his son's erection with his still slick hand. He stroked up and down it, reapplying some lubrication while delaying his own entry a little. It was a pretty sight seeing Mikey's green buttocks, lower shell back, and thighs moving around for him. There was no need to rush to mount up yet. Not with his own butt still pulsing from the shafting he'd received.

Splinter kissed each of Michelangelo's buttocks, then directly on his lover's hole. His tongue swirled around the teen's ring a few times before up to nibble against the hard shell rim above it. After only another few strokes, his body demanded he get back to the important parts and he mounted Mikey fully with cock poking into his tight ass.

"Your turn indeed. Can you stop me?"

Under him, Michelangelo pushed back to meet the thrust until his shell met Splinter's hips. "Of course I can. I mean, if I really want to. I really like having you back there."

Splinter popped his whole erection in with one thrust. "Erf, There... And I like being back here."

The turtle tensed under him and waited until his dad got going before squeezing down around that big cock filling him. He'd been relaxed enough to let it in easily, but with the game on, he didn't stay that way. Grunting with effort, Mikey bore down as hard as he could.

His grip brought a grunt from his master and the cock stopped entirely. "You are supposed to close slowly in time to my speeding up, my love. All at once is not as much fun."

"Erm... sorry, Sensei." Michelangelo's green cheeks reddened at the 'my love'.

He wasn't embarrassed about doing it wrong, though. Doing things wrong just meant they lasted longer. There was no rush to finish THIS game. After a deep breath, he relaxed his rump, and grunted himself when his father pulled out and shoved in again.

Splinter bent down to kiss his son's neck and steadily rocked his hips faster. "Remember, the faster I go, the more you can grip."

Michelangelo felt his sensei's lips on the back of his neck and turned to look back. His dad's tall frame was bent over him and he got a quick playful kiss on his lips seconds after looking. The kiss lasted a couple seconds and left him wishing he had chosen a different position for his turn. Easier kissing would have been great, though getting to flaunt his ass at his master had felt really good, too.

On all fours also let him look under himself to both both feel Splinter's balls bumping against the front and see them. They made a great distraction to focus on while he got back into their game. His lover went faster and he clenched ever tighter in time to it. Seeing the rat's balls motion change was a sexy visual effect of his grip.

Their rocking and bouncing didn't change at all at first, but as he clamped down harder the smooth swing hesitated and stuttered. Splinter managed to push through and build speed up again but Michelangelo tensed all over and made it harder again. The inner friction made the game surprisingly intense, especially with the extra pressure on that special spot inside him. That spot was always so awesome to have rubbed.

"Almost... got you... master!" Speaking was surprisingly hard when he was bearing down almost as hard as he could inside.

Splinter held onto his shell and really had to work to move anymore. "Yes... you almost do."

His voice sounded strained and Mikey wondered if it was from more than just the effort to shove in. There had been a lot of pressure around his cock when it had been his turn and his pleasure had built really fast. With the speed he'd had to start with and the tightness at the end, he would have finished if his lover hadn't managed to stop him when he had. Was Splinter already close, too? He bore down as hard as he could and felt his father's motion suddenly stop.

"Ha!" Michelangelo didn't manage more with the effort of holding it. After a few seconds to be sure, he relaxed all over and slumped down onto his bed. "Phew, got you! Man, that is tough!"

Splinter lay over him, breathing hard with his face cheek to cheek with Mikey's. "Yes. It is quite difficulty, isn't it?" He didn't pull out, but he also didn't move. "My turn, I think."

"Yeah..." The teen didn't push him off, enjoying the warm muscular body over him. "No rush."

Taking a long deep breath, Splinter ran both hands along his son's sides. "No, there's no rush, but the game won't end if we don't play it."

"I can totally live with that right now." Michelangelo felt the hot weight push off and rolled over to watch. "Aw, ok, oh! Heh, that's a good choice!"

Splinter stepped right over him when he rolled over, knelt down, and sat down onto his pulsing turtle cock. There was no extra lube given for the re-entry, making it already harder to pound in. Neither really wanted to stop to put more on, anyway. It had felt great to lay together, but with his master's ass around his dick again, Michelangelo was ready to get back to it.

He rocked his hips up to drive himself in fast. "No way you're going to finish first, sensei!"

Smirking, his father placed both hands on his chest shell and leaned over. "You're trying to cum LAST, not first, remember? The goal is to make me finish first if you want to win."

"Oh... yeah. I knew that. I was just, uh, making sure you remembered!"

Michelangelo didn't try to slow down, but his dad made him. Splinter's abs visibly rippled under his soft fur with the rat bearing down to match the speed and the teen found it hard to push past. Without extra lube being applied, it was much easier to hold him. His pleasure didn't let that stop him. Even with the extra effort needed, he kept working it in and out somewhat rapidly.

His father's head sagged just a bit from strain with a smile on his face. "Faster for tighter, my love."

Feeling the strain himself, Michelangelo grabbed his hips and kept driving home. His eyes drifted from Splinter's handsome face to his tight lightly furred balls and stiff swinging cock. The rest of his dad's sexy body was a sweet distraction in between. Winning meant less and less with the tickle of orgasm growing. It sure felt good in there no matter how hard he had to thrust to get it in.

Splinter's own pleasure was growing quickly too. His cock dribbled pre-cum over his son's lower shell and rocked in time to Michelangelo's hips bumping against his buttocks. The effort of tightening had his eyes half closed in concentration while the joy of it had his eyes trying to roll up. He had never clenched so hard around one of his turtles' cocks before.

It was not as easy as he had expected it to be, but it was certainly enjoyable. The pressure on his prostate had his tail clenching down with each stroke. He was disappointed when he finally stopped his son, though just as happy, too, since that meant it was his turn.

"It seems I caught you again." Splinter panted heavily as he stood back up.

"Yeah..." It wasn't much, but it was all the drooling near peak turtle could think to say.

He didn't change position so much as just spread his legs and rock back on his shell. After a moment, he thrust a pillow under his rump to keep it lifted. Another moment and grabbed at his cock.

Splinter caught his hand before he could and knelt back down to enter his son's waiting ass once more. He didn't even think of the game after sinking in. Pleasure had both of them just moving to finish and his driving in and out quickly had nothing to do with trying to make the teen try to stop him.

Mikey inhaled sharply at the entry and reluctantly pulled his hand away. "No fair, dude!"

Trying hard to think of something to say, Splinter leaned over and kissed him instead. It was easier than speech and more passionate for both. He got to enjoy feeling his belly fur soaking up Michelangelo's hot pre that way, too.

Michelangelo liked the fur tickling his rapidly throbbing erection. He liked his dad's lips against his own and cock moving inside him. Trying to stop it was too much work anymore. Laying there letting it in and pressing on places he liked inside made him happier. So much happier, even if he couldn't rub his dick like he really wanted to do.

It wasn't easier for Splinter over him. His chest heaved with effort and his hips rocked in hard. There wasn't as much lubrication as the first time and all that extra grip from his son's inner muscles was getting to him. He wasn't going to win. With how well Michelangelo had worked him during his turn inside, he was too close to last. That was fine.

Splinter felt it coming. The beautiful wonderful tickle of bliss was there and he relaxed and let it happen. His balls pulled up, his tail pressed down, and his erection swelled just a bit before his orgasm hit. He held onto the teen's shell tightly and held onto the kiss, too.

Mikey felt the intensity of the kiss and then felt the first jet of spunk squirt in. More followed in pulse after pulse of pleasure leaving his dad and filling his body. He hugged around his lover, but one hand drifted down Splinter's sides and slid under toward his dick again.

Splinter caught it again, even with the distraction of his orgasm, then grabbed his son's cock himself. He broke off the kiss after close to ten jets of cum, then leaned back to relax in his afterglow. His hand squeezed the needy turtle cock, but he otherwise didn't move for several seconds. Mikey watched him, Splinter stared back, then stood up and crouched low until his lightly fuzzed balls touched the teen's nose.

"You won. You may enjoy them as you like while I finish up." He sounded winded and was, but Michelangelo was more interested in his hand pumping his cock. It stopped again after just a few more strokes. "Or would you prefer to finish in me and get your prize afterward instead?"

"IN, Sensei. IN!"

Splinter chuckled and moved quickly over to sit back down. "No holding back now, you've already won and I'm eager to feel it."

Shoving right in, Mikey did as he was told. He rutted up and grabbed his dad's hips to finally reach his peak. There was no excessive gripping, just Splinter's welcoming butt all around his shaft teasing and pleasing with its usual perfect fit. It was even better with his sensei's balls bumping against his hard shell on the way down.

After all they had done and all the teasing, it didn't take much to finish. Mikey stared slack jawed with the pleasure building rapidly. He felt it swell and slammed up one last time, legs and whole body tense, as his orgasm hit before even getting to enjoy it for a full minute. He didn't mind.

Splinter kept rocking throughout. His son filled him just as he had been filled just a couple minutes before He focused on feeling those pulses inside him and was glad he had waited until he'd cooled down. Sharing the orgasm was good, but it was more exciting to fully focus on his lover's peak.

When Michelangelo's body relaxed he stood up and stood over the teen. "Would you like your prize now or in a few minutes?"

Mikey grinned up at him with a blissfully dazed expression. He had a great view of his father's wet butt, cute balls, well toned thighs, and pretty tail all at the same time. They came closer when Splinter squatted over him again and he kissed the furry balls and spread his furry cheeks to watch the still winking hole between them. It was a sexy sight seeing his seed oozing out made sexier by having the rat's balls right against his beak.

"Can I have half my prize now and save the other half for later when I wake up?" Michelangelo wiggled a finger around Splinter's pucker and rocked his head back and forth. "Maybe I can sleep with my face between your legs."

"Now that is an interesting idea." Splinter laughed. "One I am willing to try."

"Awesome."