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"Argh, fuck! Fuck yes! Fuck Daddy's ass!" Lewd and nasty, the sound of slick flesh thrusting into a sloppy hole filled the air like a dripped glaze. The very noise so wet to the ears that even Rai felt sodden to his core as he entertained the encoring chorus of his father's grunts. He was enamoured with the sight though, kneeling upon the bed with his dad on all fours before him, the hulking male just snarling and huffing into the pillows as the Blitzle took a hold of his hips and slammed his cock deep into that hot, muscular ass. His pink member sunk into an ebony rim, his shaft slick with lube and pre, as he fucked that Zebstrika hard into the mattress. His toned body, though smaller by comparison, kept pace with the older male as easily as expected, the athlete in him having long since kicked in.

"You like that, old man?" Rai sneered, grinding his hilted cock into his father's hole, "You like having your own flesh and blood inside you?"

"Hell yes, boy! Fuckin' give it to me!" His fists balled up the bedding between his fingers from where Rai could see, but he was also well aware of the man's hanging erection that dangled between his legs, jutting free and throbbing each time his son bottomed out in his ass. It drooled with pre and made a mess of the sheets below his father, the angry member slapping up against tightened abs. His whole body seemed to be tensed, everything rigid as he was railed, but his hole was anything but; years of taking cock had turned his tight ass into a canal of rich velvet, a texture of caramel with the wetness of a dripping pussy. Thorian Stryder had long since been in the game of satisfying many a man before he had met Rai's mother, and it showed, marking him as a true veteran to being a bottom to well-endowed men all alike. It was just fortunate luck - though perhaps, Rai realised, more genetics - he had just the kind of dick his father liked: long, thick, and capable of hitting that deepest sweet spot that so many overlooked. As much as he fucked his dad, he was milking those fat, plump balls of his too.

Rai grunted as he felt the Zebstrika's ass clench around his girth, his sack tapping at his dad's own,

"Fuck yeah," he hollered, "Come and milk me, daddy. Earn my load you hungry whore."

"Mind your language!" Though he tried to lace his snap with venom, it lacked any kind of threat whilst Rai was a foot deep in his father's rear, ready to dump a load into him at a moment's notice.

"Make me," he drawled in response, voice dripping with sultry smugness. He knew damn well the kind of effect he had on his dad, and he knew better still that he performed best when Rai was antagonising him. Thorian was a very passionate lover. Rough, powerful, but so incredibly intimate... The first time they'd made love with each other had been the best sex Rai had ever had, fresh off his nineteenth birthday. Genetics was the least amongst all that the Blitzle inherited from his father, as he too had a penchant for getting slutty with other guys. Ever since he had turned eighteen it seemed almost an expectation that he would find his way into plenty of guys' pants before he could finally get into his father's. Truth be told however they often fought for the title between themselves. As much as Rai loved goading his father whenever he practically begged to ride his son's dick, the young male was just as quick to plead his dad return the favour. Names like 'slut' and 'whore' were badges of pride in the Stryder household.

"If you ain't careful, I'll wash that mouth out with soap!"

"You're the best at dirty talk, you know that?" Rai commented dryly as he slowed his fucking down to a leisurely crawl, "Keep it up, I might just have to go bury my dick elsewhere..."

There was an unhappy snarl from Thorian, his head hung low as his ears pinned back. Rai loved pushing his luck. It always brought out a side in his father he seldom got to see. Growing up, he'd always been the happy-go-lucky kind of dad, on his own and single, he raised his son the right way. But Rai had found a raunchy beast beneath the mask of the suburban everyman, and honestly he preferred it when he could get the old man all riled up.

"Fuck you, you lil shit..." Thorian finally said defeated, pushing his ass back against the Blitzle as he sunk in a few more inches, "Just breed me already."

"Nah, you killed the mood now. I think I need to hear some beggin'..." Rai leaned over his dad's back, fingers laced through the Zebstrika's mane as he yanked his head back so he could whisper into his ear, muzzle just in view, "Make me believe you actually want it." He got a pathetic whimper in response, something a submissive streak flash in his dad that he'd seen in recent weeks, but it was gone as quick as it had come, his eyes returning to their steeled, grizzled gaze and a growl plastered across his face,

"Fuck you..." his eyes flitted downward, his expression softening as he yielded, "Please... fuck me, I want you to fuck me. Fill me with your seed, please!"

"That's more like it, now lemme into that daddy hole..."

Rai redoubled his efforts on the Zebstrika's ass. His hips slammed at a piston's pace, driving in and out like a machine, for in many ways the thick tone of his build, though more of a swimmer's build than a lifter's, worked like an engine. In many ways he'd inherited his father's brutality when it came to fucking, that much he'd learnt very quickly in their late night liaisons when either of them had too much to drink and too little sense to say 'no'. Well, after all, it was hard to make out the sounds when your mouth was full of hot cock, Rai conceded. He will admit though that perhaps he was the one who pushed it more. His father, a self-professed gay man who made a clumsy mistake with an old ex of his former straight days, had always remained aloof to the idea of dating again, and though Rai had seen several men come and go, never had they stayed. But the old man grew testy the fewer between his bed-mates became, until it got to a point where Rai made the executive decision to do something about it. He couldn't go around with an overbearing father breathing down his neck, so instead he chose to switch positions to breathe down his father's, albeit with nine thick inches of prime zebra meat plunging up his tight rump.

"Fuck yeah!" He wasn't even paying attention now as he arched his back up to meet his son's chest. Rai wrapped an arm possessively around the old man's thick pectorals and squeezed him close, teeth nipping at his neck as he thundered through his guts with raging speed. Smacks of hips against cheeks, cock gorging into ass, and the strangled moans of a man and his boy rutting like wild stallions, filled the master bedroom until it shook the walls with their 'love'-making. The Blitzle licked his lips

"Here it comes, Daddy," Rai goaded, grinding his dick into those beautiful innards, feeling his dad pulse and clench around him, "You ready?"

"Just get on with it, just like your mother..." his teeth were gritted, syllables hissed as his body tensed to Rai's heavy, hard thrusts, "Do I need to fucking show you how to do it right?"

"Calm your tits, old man. I'm nearly there."

He was far closer than he liked to admit, but taunting his dad like that made it so much more worth it. Because as he slid his meat into those tight cheeks, each shift burying inches against that warm, wet hole, only to emerge again glistening with that nasty sheen you could only get from a good fuck, it was beautiful. It was raw, it was hot, and it made Rai's cock throb all the more harder as again, just like every other time he got to fuck with his dad, his mind gained a moment of clarity and he realised the situation. He was fucking his own flesh and blood, about to breed him just as he had done to his mother nineteen years ago, and he was enjoying it. To his core, the oozing guts that worked around his shaft, the slick noise of body parts meeting in ways they ought not to, the deep, guttural groans and trembles of his father bucking to his own son's member, it gave him such a dark rush. He felt the prickles of his climax riding up, unable to stem the tide any longer, he gave his father what he desperately wanted and jackhammered his dick hard into his well-fucked ass,

"Fuck!" Thorian roared, shuddering as his son came, "Breed daddy's hole! Dump your fucking load in me!"

Rai felt his hips buck, every muscle clenching down hard just as much as his father's hole constricted against him. The length of his guts sucked around his shaft like a finger trap, suddenly so much tighter than before, wet, leathery innards swallowing at his meat as blood throbbed into the shaft. Veins would bulge, his flare would swell and plug deep within, and down his member he could feel it flood. The surge of hot buttery cream, his seed shooting into his dad's bowels and marking him no son should really ever do to their own sire. But there was no stopping him as he sunk balls deep into his father, cheeks pressed to crotch, his sack resting right against the very testicles that had once upon a time bore his own genetic mark, as gallon after gallon of horse cum was pumped into the truly fucked hole. It was full circle, one load for another, and it was a pleasure Rai fully relished. His father grasped at the sheets like any fervent mare in the throes of her heat, an orgasm denied its release; all he could do was hang his head limply as his body shuddered in fever. But his cock was rock hard, dragging along the bed with dripping streaks of pre that begged for a climax of its own. Rai kindly reached around, softly stroking the man's length, massaging the girth and teasing tepid moans from his father still basking in the heat of his son's orgasm. But he was quick to snatch his paw away, lacing his fingers through the Blitzle's to stop him from venturing any further.

He sensed the confusion, Rai was sure, but he dragged them both forwards, until his dad was flat upon his stomach, and his son flat atop of him, cock still very much buried to the hilt in his ass. No access was further given to his dick,

"I don't wanna cum just yet..." he wheezed, the wind knocked from him almost as much as Rai's was, "Saving it..."

"Fine," Rai huffed, relaxing his weight against the broad back of his father, feeling every muscle twitch and lift of his chest as he sunk into the mattress himself, "Your loss."

For a moment they stayed like that, almost silently, as the afterglow bathed them both. Thorian's insides hugged and suckled upon his softening cock and gurgled with the wash of his load that must have found its way deeper into his guts. But it felt good, to just let his cock bake in the wet warmth. Normally his dad was not so comfortable with the lulls between orgasms. His motto has always been to divorce any sense of romance with the arrangement they held. Sex was sex, love was love, and what they got up to behind closed doors was purely for its physical necessity. Hot blooded males living together without any relief often led to stress and conflict. As soon as Thorian had shot his nut, he was right back to being the man of the house, behaving as if his own son hadn't just creamed his backside with a gallon of zebra seed.

Of course, any moment of tenderness between the two was never to last. Short-lived as always, as if Rai's mere thought of it had alerted his dad, the Zebstrika grunted and shifted his weight beneath his son,

"You pulling out then or what?" he snorted. There was little chance to react. Thorian had already pushed the Blitzle onto his side as if readying to spoon, but his ass was pulling away from the boy's hips. The lewd, ugly squelch of brewing cum and leftover lube rang in his ears, but it was the hot suction of his dad's ass lips gliding along his sensitive meat that had him shuddering out a bleated moan. "God, can you not make those kinds of noises? You sound like your bloody mother."

Rai felt his flare grind against his father's hole. The rim clung to his member as it stretched, wrinkled edges becoming smooth to relinquish its grip on his cock, the black flesh mesmerising to watch as it gorged out his pink shaft. He had a fat dick, something he loved about his genetics bequeathed from his father's side, and being able to see his dad's ass gape thanks to his monster gave him a depraved sense of satisfaction. It was like leaving his mark in some physical reminder to every other male who happened to mount his dad - though rare as it might have been - that they were not the biggest he had had, that he was always going to feel them and still yearn for his own son's dick sliding between his cheeks because nobody else could stretch him like he could. He was getting hard at just the thought of it, but he'd put his libido to good use later when the old man wasn't so cranky post-sex.

Rolling to his back, he made to leave, about to swing his legs off the bed and get up to return to the blissful ignorance of domesticity on the lazy weekend. However it seemed his father had far different plans, pinning his son's shoulders to the bed before he had the chance to leave,

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he half-barked. There was a lusty look in his eyes that disseminated the sternness in his voice, still riding some euphoric high from getting railed. Rai couldn't figure what his intention was, but he braced himself for the usual. If his father was saving a load, maybe all he wanted was some oral relief so they could both leave with their balls emptied. He watched, with a dozy grin and a sly glint in his eye, as Thorian lifted himself to his knees, hooves haphazardly placed as they sunk into the bed. His balance was precarious on the memory foam, but he wasn't making any attempt to mount his son's muzzle. If anything, he made to turn around, his back to Rai's gaze with his tail hiked, lowering himself ass first onto his boy's face, "You're gonna clean up your damn mess."

On cue, Thorian's hole clenched and bubbled with cum. A thick rivulet of his son's seed oozed from his rim and sunk down his taint, still lowering himself onto Rai's muzzle. His father's secret smuttiness for the lewd was kept just between them, but he loved the fact that the old man could still surprise him. He reached up to cup his two muscled ass cheeks and prised them apart as he sat upon his boy's face, his snout sunk between the crevice and lips planted to the prize. His tongue flashed out in an instant and closed what little gap was left and slid along the well fucked hole, the muscle relaxed and still loose, albeit now wet with his cum. He could taste himself almost immediately, tainted with his father's muskiness, but he pressed a little deeper as Thorian pushed back and flexed his ass. A nasty current of foaming, off-colour cream poured in a flurry against his tongue, and the flow was thick the moment it hit his mouth. Flavours of salt and bitterness flooded his taste buds and the wet, runny texture of viscous seed swam against his cheeks and gums. It was just a sample, however, provided by his dad's perverted attention, and more was promised to him beyond the hole that held back the torrent.

"Dirty little fucker, aren't you?" Rai could tell he was grinning, but his vision was blotted in black and white that blurred to darkness beneath his dad's ass. The tail draped against the back of his head and he was ensconced in sweaty buttocks. But the muffled tone of his father was aroused, drunk on some rude excited that he was using his son in such a depraved fashion. Fucking was one thing, sucking your own load back out of that ass was entirely another. But if anything Rai had inherited the genetics of his dad's lewdness.

Greedily he smacked his lips tight against his dad's bred hole and sealed them. His tongue went deep, pushing past the relaxed muscle and drilling into the well of cum that awaited him. It oozed to meet him slowly, but the deeper he went, the more he suckled, and the richer the cum became until his dad's ass had no choice but to push and release what it was holding to him.

"Son of a bitch," he huffed, his body jerking, one arm jutting back and forth over Rai's torso as his dad settled his weight further back against the bed, pushing harder down on his head. The pervert was actually stroking himself off to this, to his own son's tongue up his backside, sucking out the load he'd just freshly planted there not moments ago. "Yeah, swill it you fuck, get a taste of yourself. From now on, I want you cleaning up every mess you make, so get used to this." Not being one to disobey his elders, Rai dug deeper, lips suckling on the loose, sloppy hole that gushed with his seed like water from a faucet. Every mouthful was thicker than the last, the taste pungent on his tongue where it became a rich, slimy nectar that left him feeling sticky and warm on the inside. With his father's add weight though, his clenching muscles, combined with Rai's eager tongue, he could work himself even further in, lapping and licking the inner guts of his dad's ass. The pulse of his rim throbbed against his tongue as it went deeper, until he was sure he couldn't get a single inch extra inside. His nose was mashed into the sweaty, musky crack of Thorian's backside, and his chin grazed his fat swinging nuts as he continued to jerk himself off to his son eating out his fucked hole.

Air was becoming a fast depleting resource however, as every breath Rai took was as precious as the last. His father's stench, some faint cologne long since overpowered by the sweaty, rank aroma of sex seeped into his nose as it ground into the damp fur of his ass crack. It added a layer to the taste that made it supple to his senses, bombarded them with a tactility that flavour alone wouldn't provide. In the blurry darkness, pinned to the bed with his dad sat astride his face, he sunk into oblivion of guzzling his own cum out of the old man's bred cunt. It was like suffocating upon pure male virility, both his own and his dad's, and as much as he felt himself drowning to the assault it was exhilarating. His cock was throbbing hard again as if he hadn't even cum just minutes ago... or had it been longer? He couldn't really tell as his mind addled to the task perpetually ahead of him, forever plumbing his dad's guts for his load, smacking upon every runny strand and gulping audibly, not just for his dad's enjoyment but also for his own, feeling the visceral sensation of it filling him, picturing how it pooled in his own stomach churning into his own essence. It made him moan hungrily, lips pursed to the Zebstrika's pucker and sucking out what little remained as though he were starving and the cum was his only sustenance. His father continued to grunt and snarl like a feral, riding his son's muzzle as if it were a saddle, legs spread across his chest and rump so firmly shoved against the bed that there seemed no longer any sight of his boy beneath his thick thighs and glutes. Only his paws, groping at the muscle of his legs with arms flailing as he grappled against his dad's body for purchase, gave signs that he was still conscious and feasting down there. Very much dwarfed under his dad's bulk, he would only be released when Thorian deemed it fit. Whenever that might be. His cum had since dwindled to nothing but errant streaks and droplets, more spittle than seed, but still he ate out his ass, like any good top should do, rimming his way to his father's prostate and urging him along to a tense orgasm.

"Right, my turn you lil shit," his father lifted his body, greeting Rai's cum-smeared face to the stale air of the bedroom and the sight of Thorian stroking his raging erection. He was perhaps a little bigger than his son, at least in girth, and though Rai would have claimed he was jealous, he often preferred bottoming for his father in any situation. Though he had picked up tips and pointers where he could, the age gap between them gave Thorian years more experience and wisdom. Staving off climax, finding certain sweet spots, playing up to his partner's kinks and turn-ons, he was a master of his craft.

"Couldn't we take like a break or something?" Rai pouted, wiping a smear of cum from his face with the back of his paw, "We've been going at this for hours." He wished he was exaggerating, but unlike other men, his father had a knack for milking load after load out of his boy until he was practically shooting blanks. The last he'd just shot and then been forced to eat back from his dad's well-fucked hole was perhaps the fourth or fifth that evening. Rai had stamina, but even he had his breaking point.

"Don't be such a pussy and lift those legs up." Thorian seemed in no mood to mess around or play daft. He was already grabbing at his son's ankles and pushing him back in the prime position for missionary, "I wanna watch you squirm as you take daddy's dick."

He reached for the lube bottle before Rai could even utter any protest. Dutifully he held his thighs back and curled his body upon itself, ass now spread for his father's cock as the old man snapped the lid and drizzled an overabundant flood over his length. Already he was eager for action, he'd ridden his prostate hard and long enough to know his father may as well have leaked a bucket's worth of pre and his shaft was like steel. With a dirty grin on his face he smacked his bloated head against Rai's exposed pucker, snickering as if he were a teenager again as his son recoiled and flinched at each fleshy impact.

"You want your daddy's meat?" He teased, prodding just enough against Rai's hole to give him some idea of what it might feel like to be impaled, but nowhere near enough to actually truly penetrate, "You want daddy to breed you with the same seed that made you?"

"Yes sir!" Rai felt his face flushing, "Fuck me, daddy."

Together they gave a unanimous groan, one body entering another, as Thorian pushed down against his son's ass. There was a tight moment of resistance where the Blitzle's hole refused to open, but with enough weight and power placed behind his hips, it was light work for the older male. As his unflared head popped into Rai's guts, he eased forward a comfortable few inches that were little compared to what the boy knew he could take. They were both aware of it, but it only made fucking one another all the more sweeter, not having to hold back and go slow in those first few moments as the bottom adjusted. For them, they were always ready. It was more just a matter of how rather than when.

"Such a loose slut," his dad mocked as he pushed deeper, medial ring slipping past his rim and into his ass, "Looser than your fucking mother."

"Don't throw stones if you're in a glass house," he retorted, gritting his teeth as his dad pushed deeper than any average male could reach, grinding past that inner hole and deeper still, "You ain't no tight virgin anymore either."

"But I make up for it without all the bitching." Rai found his wrists were being grabbed by his father, who pinned his arms above his head as he rolled his hips against his son's ass, balls deep in seconds and riding hard on his prostate, "I got an ass that everyone practically begs to fuck."

He was about to meet his father's barb with another of his own, but the quip was silenced in his throat and overcome by a guttural moan, as the Zebstrika withdrew his length, every single inch, until only his head remained pursed behind his son's stretched rim. To be made so abruptly empty, feeling as if nothing but a hollow tube of flesh disturbed inside, was an experience Rai could rarely ever adjust to quickly. No matter how many times his father - or any other male privy to that knowledge - pulled back so quickly he would never cope with the crawling, squirming sensation as his guts rushed to fill the vacuum left in the wake of their cocks. Above him his father chuckled as he pivoted back forwards again, enjoying the sight of his son writhing upon the bed, impaled on his shaft as he plundered deep once more. All thirteen inches slammed hard into his guts, driven like a rail spike into his abdomen, renewed the boy's feverish grunts and groans as he dad took control. Rai's spent cock surged back to life, pumping full with blood as it draped and slithered across his stomach.

Though he would never admit it to his dad's face, the man knew how to fuck. For all their quips about age bringing experience and wisdom whilst Rai held the trump card of youth and virility, the Zebstrika was still as much the ferocious, carnal lover as he probably had been decades ago. Powered with unrestrained masculine strength, hips like threaded iron, muscles and sinew bulging as it drove his cock deep into his son's body and back out again, he made sure to make his boy whimper and drool in the washing throes of lust. Rai struggled to keep himself from bursting out with gasping grunts or strangled groans, ass being practically torn apart by the stud that pounded him from above.

Thorian adjusted his hold, balancing himself and leaning against his son's ankles as he rocked his waist back and forth, sliding swollen inches of his dick tunnelling into the boy's guts. Together they were a bluster of pants and grunts, and though they were both sweating and bedraggled, still climbing the mountain of pleasure they'd embarked on hours ago, Thorian found himself slipping into a sultry, sly smile as he watched his boy beneath him. So unmistakably like himself, sharing the same cheek, the same proclivity for seduction, and gusto when it came to sex. Rai was just as insatiable as he had been when he was his age, if not more so, and to see him writhing and moaning beneath him, hard all over again in a matter of minutes from the cock that had made him, about to be pumped full of the same seed that had he himself had come from, it was such an intensely hot thought. Thorian gritted his teeth, running that image in his mind over and over, as he felt his crotch begin to tense, a rise of pleasure working its way through his abdomen, threatening to burst like the overflowing banks of a river. He held his cool though, for as long as he could, throwing deep, hard thrusts into his boy's supple ass as he saved himself,

"You want your Daddy's load?" It was time to turn the tables on Rai. The boy had one hell of a mouth on him, unsurprisingly yet another quirk he'd inherited from the male line, but Thorian found it endearing in a raunchy, lewd kind of way that perhaps nobody else but a father could, "You want me to breed you just like your mom?"

"Ew, why'd you have to bring mom into this?" Rai snorted as his dad's hips bucked hard at his ass, knowing full well the man was staving his orgasm to ride out the rut for as long as possible.

"'Cause you like it when you're the bitch," his father leaned down to his face, just close enough so he could feel the hot breath roasting his lips, spittle catching him on the cheek. It made his mouth dry wanting just to kiss the older male right then and there, "You act like this macho hunk but really all you want is for Daddy to be balls deep and blowing his seed up your delicious boy pussy."

If it were possible, Rai would have squirmed, avoided eye contact, changed subject, but in the heat of the moment and staring his father down, there was nowhere to escape to. He could feel a second wind coming and his cock very much wanted to cum again, and biting his lip he was forced to admit how much his dad was turning him on,

"Yes sir," he begrudged, whining like the insolent child he was, but much like himself Thorian knew how to push buttons, and was far better at it.

"No, don't just 'yes sir' me, tell me you want it." He flashed a dark, dirty grin, "I think I need to hear some beggin'..."

Rai's face flushed with embarrassed frustration as he was placed into the corner he'd had his dad not moments ago, and though he welled with the humiliation of being forced to shout aloud how much of a dirty slut he was for the man's cock, he needed it badly,

"I want your load, Daddy. I want you to breed me, breed your boy Daddy!"

"That's more like it."

Thorian hammered hard as he finally could let go of staunching his orgasm. He allowed the feeling to rise, growling as it swelled within him, and soon the air around them was full of both their heady moans, as the older male bucked into his son as he ripped ahead to his climax. His flare was growing, plugging deep inside his boy, and he felt his cock throb and shudder deep inside his son's guts, and then there was the rush from within. A crest of a tidal wave that bore from his loins and surged into Rai, and he bellowed as he came, heavy shots of thick horse cum shooting deep into his son's ass. He pressed himself as deep as he could, cheeks to crotch, and forced Rai's body into a position where he was staring down his own erection as his father loaded his ass full of foals. Squirming from the intense pressure, the glowing heat of hot seed flooding him, and his dad sliding ever deeper as if he'd always been holding back, Rai frantically panted as he came himself paws free. He was unable to stop himself as before his very eyes his bloated flare bounced in front of him, and then suddenly began to cream jets of sticky cum across his face. Cum splattered everywhere, over one eye, across his snout, in his mouth, down his chest, until it felt like there wasn't a single inch of him, inside or out, that wasn't plastered in musky seed. Groaning in euphoria, he rode his orgasm as he slathered in the cum, his dad letting the last of his load seep into his ass, joined at the hip.

"That's my boy!" He proudly declared, finally planting his mouth against the sticky, soaked lips of his son's, kissing him deeply and swapping the juice of Rai's load between them both. He ran his tongue greedily along every drop he could, pushing it into the Blitzle's mouth before hungrily sucking it back, sharing in the lustful joy of another night well spent.

In a week, Rai would have to had back to college, but that only meant there were seven more days - and seven more nights - to go, which gave them plenty of time for more father-son bonding.