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Bitter wind ruffled Lloyd's fur and bit into his neck, chilling him to the bone despite his rugged leather jacket and jeans. The graveyard laid listless and bare under the grey sky which could not decide between rain and sleet, and offered both instead. The middle aged opossum sniffed, more from the weather than old memories, and dug his hands in his pockets. Dan stood next to him dressed in a college hoodie and slacks, a twenty years younger version of himself and just as silent. Both of them had scraggly hair that ended in a tuft at the top of head, perky round ears, brown eyes, and a cute pink nose tip. The father was head shorter and had a bit of chub under his flannel shirt; the son had a tall posture and an athlete's body. Both of them were freezing and neither of them wanted to be the first one to leave.

Lloyd saw his son shiver and reached out, but his hand halted mid air and stayed hovering over Dan's back. Wind blew between his fingers as he hesitated, and then the moment was over. He balled his hand into a fist and shoved it back in his pocket, and squared his shoulders against the cold. He coughed awkwardly.

"Dinner's ready soon, son. I put a pot to stew in the morning before you arrived."

Dan wiped his eyes and sighed. He had a nose piercing that Lloyd did not approve of, but had to admit that it looked good on him. "Yeah. I'm freezing. Let's go, old man."

He turned to leave, but Lloyd did not immediately follow. He watched his son's back as he walked towards his truck, gravel crunching under his sneakers and his thick, hairless tail flopping along with every step. "I'm sorry, Marjorie", he whispered and then followed his steps.

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Their mood started to improve as they drove home, shedding sad memories by the mile and returning to the humdrum of everyday life. The air conditioning blew hot hair at full blaze and made Lloyd's fingers tingle pleasantly as warmth slowly returned to them. Their only company on the road was dead leaves and dusk, for the chill and rain had kept sensible townsfolk in their homes on that Friday evening. Lloyd liked it that way. He enjoyed being together in their small cubicle of warmth with only the squeaking of windshield wipers for soundtrack.

"Old man my ass", he grinned and looked sideways at Dan. "Why I ought to kick your ass to teach you a lesson!"

Dan snorted and chuckled. "I could wrestle you down since I was sixteen, old man." His fur was moist so he wiped his head with the sleeve of his shirt, leaving it spiky and standing up like a cheap punk act.

"I'm a man in my prime, just look at how thick these muscles are!" Lloyd thumped his belly and made it jiggle.

"Geezer", Dan laughed, showing his pearly teeth.

"Whippersnapper."

"I'm glad to be home, dad."

"Me too, son. It's been, what, four years already? I really missed you. It's been hard for me to be without you."

Having spoken too honestly Lloyd felt a flush of heat rising on his face, and he shut up and focused on the empty road so he did not have to see his son's reaction. Sensing a change in the atmosphere Dan coughed and looked aside awkwardly, biting his nails and furrowing his brows. They drove home in silence.

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Lloyd's house was flat and unassuming, fit for a family of five but ever used for two. The truck's headlights cut through the early autumnal darkness and crawled over a collection of construction equipment as he pulled on the driveway. Dan grabbed his suitcase from the back seat and hurried inside under the anger of worsening weather, but stopped when he reached the doorway. He stood still and breathed in the familiar scent, saw the browns and greens of the furniture he had grown up with, and could not decide whether he was now a son or a guest.

Lloyd and the place had same kind of unkempt look of a man used to living alone. Engine parts and other projects rested on one half of the living room dinner table smelling of newspapers and axle grease. Cardboard boxes of belongings that had not been unpacked since the moving day were shoved against the walls and collected dust, just as the couch area had collected empty beer cans. Discarded clothing waited on the floors for their turn to be worn again, and Lloyd kicked the worst of them aside as he cleared a path from the door to the kitchen and made an apologetic fuss about it.

Before soon Dan found himself in his old room. It had been turned into a storage for extra tools, but the few possessions he had taken with him from the college did not take much space. The messiness did not bother him either--sure, it was a little worse than when they had lived together, but it was something he had used to and the cramped interior felt actually comforting, like a secret garden of construction equipment and leftover panelling. He laid on his bed looking at the roof, going through the jumble of emotions on his mind, going through his fears and failures and unspoken confessions. A lot had happened while he had been away, and now he was thrust right into a conflux of conflicting desires. By the time he heard Lloyd call him downstairs he had not made any headway into answers nor questions, and he sighed with resignation as he rose up.

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"What are you going to do next?" Lloyd asked him and picked on soggy green beans with his fork, his eyes cast down as if his plate held something more interesting than mere chicken dinner.

"Look for a job, I guess. Things have been going slowly, so I thought I could stay with you for while, save up on the living costs..." Dan sounded tense, angry at something that was out of his hands.

"You know, I could use an extra pair of hands-"

Dan set the cutlery aside with a metallic clunk, and spoke with a weary voice. "Dad, we've been through this a million times. It would be a waste of my education-"

"You got your education by running around the football pitch. I don't see why you'd be too good for honest physical labor now!" Lloyd punctuated his words with stabs of his fork. The poor vegetables never had a chance.

Dan lifted his hands up and excused himself from the table. When he stood up he hit accidentally the lone lamp dangling over the kitchen table, sending shadows skittering across the walls. "I'm going to see my friends. Don't wait for me, I'll be back late."

"Son, I'm sorry. I'm just worried what will become of you. You sounded so unhappy on the phone..." Lloyd looked tired under the dim, swaying light, worn down by age and burden heavy feelings on his chest.

"I'm... I'm sorry dad. It's just that I have lots in mind right now. I need some time to figure out things by myself, okay?"

"...Okay. Stay safe son, alright?" Lloyd rose up to reach for Dan's arm, but he hurried away to dodge his touch.

"Sure. Love you dad."

"I lov-", Lloyd started to reply, but choked up in mid sentence. Dan gave him a strange look and then walked out, bracing himself against the elements and his emotions.

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Lloyd spent the rest of the evening in front of the television, tuning out its meaningless chatter while he drank beer and tried to sort out his thoughts alone in his dark house. He was still up when Dan returned and the night had slowly turned into early morning. The younger man was quite drunk and slurred his words, swaying at the doorway in his thoroughly soaked clothes and mumbled something. Lloyd replied with a noncommittal grunt from the couch, and it was enough for Dan's bleary eyes and to send him staggering upstairs to crash on his bed.

Lloyd sat in the blue glare of the television screen and waited for a good while before he made up his mind and nodded. The stairs creaked under his feet as he climbed up, unsteady from too many beers, and then carpeting muffled his bare feet in the hallway leading to his son's room. Only a single lampshade on an old phone table guided his steps with its yellowish light, letting him move partially hidden like a thief in the night. He cracked his son's door open quietly and watched as the dim light from the hallway shone on Dan's sleeping form. He had struggled out of his clothing before passing out on his back, and now laid on his bed spreadeagled and tangled up in the bedsheets without a care in the world.

Lloyd stood there in his ratty t-shirt and boxers, swaying slightly, and then crossed the threshold to sit at the corner of Dan's bed. The night light made his scraggly fur shine like falling snowflakes, off-white and gray as it was. He had a strong but pudgy body, his belly protruding slightly under his shirt, working man's hardened hands, and face made tired by worry and drinking. His thick, hairless tail snaked around his rump and flopped rudely on the bed like an useless erection.

"You know", he started with a stammering voice, relieved that Dan was not awake to judge his words, "after you were born I decided that I would raise you alone despite what everybody else said. I knew that it would be tough, but I have not regretted even a single day of it. And that's the God's truth."

His gaze wandered from his clawed feet to his rough hands cupped in his lap, and avoided looking at his son. Dan continued snoozing obliviously.

"They were some of the worst years of my life, but also the best ones, if that makes sense?" He snorted and shook his head. "I guess you could put it better to words, with what your fancy college education and all. But here's something even I can say plainly: I really, really love you."

He leaned back, bracing himself on his arms and nearly touching Dan's leg beneath the duvet, and looked into the distance. It felt relieving to say out loud the words that he had locked in his chest all this time, the ones that he could not force out despite his burning need to hear them.

"That's why when you went away it felt like a piece of me had gone missing. For twenty years I had woken up every day to care take of us two, and now there suddenly was no reason to do so anymore. It hurt, it really did."

He looked at Dan and patted his leg, feeling the curve that his hip made under the cloth. He was warm and firm against his palm, and Lloyd gulped.

"But when you turned twenty I realized something else too. My feelings went beyond just caring." He slid his hand off Dan's hip and over his crotch, and felt something soft brushing against it. "I realized how hot you had become", he whispered hoarsely, feeling guilty even only shadows were listening to his confession.

He pulled back, embarrassed yet aroused, and could not stop himself from sniffing that hand before continuing.

"I've... I've never thought about other guys in that way, but when I look at you... your smiling face, your sexy body, I can't help it... " He huffed and shook his head. "It's like I'm looking in a mirror that shows me as a young man, and I get this feeling of wanting to do dirty things with him, with you. It's like having sex with yourself, all right? That isn't so bad, is it?"

Lloyd breathed out deeply after delivering the words he could not take back, and steadied himself. His heart raced and he felt giddy from having finally found the nerve to admit his unspeakable lusts, even to a soundly asleep audience. Ever so slowly, as if in a dream, he pulled back the bedsheets and uncovered Dan's toned body inch by inch. His slender frame was coated in same shaggy fur as his father but hid underneath athlete's taut muscles. He snored with his mouth slightly ajar, pink tongue sticking out, and snuffled his nose in his sleep as the cool air massaged his chest.

The duvet rolled off completely, and Lloyd had to stifle his gasp when he saw that Dan was wearing just a jockstrap. It made an alluring bump between his shapely thighs and was displayed prominently above his splayed legs.

"I remember the last weekend before you left for college", Lloyd spoke with rapid, quavering bursts, "and we went camping for the old time's sake. We slept in the same tent." He breathed harder and faster, betraying his growing arousal as he recalled the titillating memory. "I listened to you fapping that night. You thought that I was sleeping, but you still tried not to make any sounds, and I didn't want to embarass you."

His hand sought its way down into his underwear on its own, and squeezed around his member as he spoke. He groped his plump balls and throbbing cock, felt how it hardened and started to leak precum as he continued his tale brimming with lust.

"I heard every shlicking sound your slick cock made, every little moan that escaped your lips... I watched from the corner of my eye how your sleeping bag moved as you secretly stroked your fat cock, and when you finally blew your load... I smelled it as clearly as if I had shot it from my own balls..."

He hissed and drew in breath between clenched teeth with every pause, as he started to get over his inhibitions and was increasingly turned on by his own, perverse attraction.

"Oh yess... when you finally fell asleep I fapped so fucking hard, and had the biggest orgasm of my life... I really wanted to reach over and help you cum, stroke your hot cock, but I'm a coward... I couldn't say what I wanted, not until now."

Lloyd's cock poked out of his loose boxers, long and pink and slightly curving, and it bobbed stiffly as he reached out to touch his son's spread out legs. His furry thighs felt firm and warm, the muscles dense and sharply delineated under coarse fur. He breathed ever so lightly as he lifted his son's bulging package, afraid that he would be jolted awake despite knowing that Dan was a heavy sleeper like himself. However, Dan did not even stir in his slumber, and to Lloyd's hungry eyes was revealed the shapely curve of his buttocks and the pink tail hole in between that his jockstrap left shamelessly uncovered.

Lloyd licked his lips nervously, then wet his fingers with his spit and dabbed his son's pucker. It felt soft and moist and yielded to his fingers as he rolled them on its surface, without eliciting even a grunt from the sleeping youth. Lloyd shivered from excitement as he grew more confident in acting out his fantasies. He snatched a can of lubricant oil off a shelf and applied it with trembling hands on his tail, coating the stiff, scaly appendage in a slick sheen.

Dad slid the glistening tip of his tail into his son's anus. It went in with surprising ease as Dan's loose folds did not offer resistance to the thick member penetrating him. Lloyd moaned as he felt his tail being enveloped in the moist warmthness of his son's rectum, and fed more of his girth in his hole. The oil covered tail made wet, lewd squelch as it went deeper, and stretched out Dan's fuck hole wider and tauter.

"Oh fuck, I'm really doing it... fuck, you're a good son, very good son... I've fapped a thousand times to this thought..." Lloyd babbled between his moans and gasps as he soaked in the sensations radiating into his tail. His son was much looser than he had expected, and took it in the ass like a champ. He started sliding in and out, picking up pace, and as he did so he saw a bulge forming in his son's jockstrap.

"Oh yesss, I'm waking up your cock.. I've seen how big and juicy it is before, spying on you when you were changing your clothes and coming out of shower..."

Lloyd was baring his dirty secrets for anyone to hear, well beyond caring by now. He gripped the bulge with his free hand, and rubbed it over the tight fabric. He could feel the firmness of the erection underneath, his son's hastening heartbeat through his throbbing veins, his rising arousal driving him mad with lust. With one stroke he shoved his tail as deep as it would go, and this time Dan let out a hard moan even in his sleep. His sphincter clenched reflexively around Lloyd's tail, massaging it in a slick, sensuous embrace. Lloyd kept jerking off his son with rough strokes and felt the fabric getting wetter with every squeeze, his precum bubbling up and staining the jockstrap.

"You have no idea how much I've fantasized about you", he panted, "I've wanted to fool around with you ever since you grew up to be such a sexy athletic fuck hunk. Yeah, your old man wants to suck you off and fuck your dirty hole, cum on your hot ass and lap it up with my tongue, get a load of your boy juice on my face and rub it all over my body, and do it again and again and again..."

He whipped himself into a frenzy of sexual desire, snarling out every filthy act he wanted to subject, and to be subjected by his son, until it felt almost unbearable. His own cock was rock hard oozing precum with every throb, aching to release the thick load churning in his balls in any moist, warm hole. Lloyd needed to cum, badly, but instead he chose to prolong the sweet torment and savor his one opportunity to sate his lusts. He pulled out his tail with a shlorping sound, grabbed Dan by his inner thighs, and dove in head first into his taint. The smell of another man's cock musk felt strange in his nostrils, and his son's doubly so, but soon its heady, strong aroma won him over and he breathed it in with great gusto.

Lloyd licked his son's juicy asshole, the musty taste of tail hole mingling with industrial lube in his mouth. He slurped the pink pucker eagerly, dipping in with his long tongue and started to rim the young man hard and deep. He was eating the ass of his own flesh and blood, loved every moment of his impure pleasure, loved the way his son's soft folds felt against his lips as he kissed and sucked his opening. The saltiness of old sweat and the raunchy musk of man ass drove him wild, and even Dan started to moan in his sleep as his rear end was being roughly violated by his dad's probing tongue.

Without looking Lloyd fumbled behind himself and grasped his own tail, still slick from the oil and his son's ass juices, and shoved it harshly up his own ass. He was considerably tighter than his son, but he forced the tail tip as deep as it would go, pushing it against his prostate and sending thrills of pleasure jolting through his lower body. It was more than he could bear, and he made stifled yelp when he came, his throbbing cock shooting jet after jet of hot opossum seed into his palm. He squeezed his hand around his cock tip to trap the sticky mess, but his gooey cum squirted out between his fingers and trickled over his knuckles as his balls kept heaving out more and more.

Eventually his massive orgasm started to subside, and he stayed on his knees riding out the after throes of pleasure, panting and huffing, his nose still buried deep in his son's ass. Lloyd reached out with his soiled hand and begun to rub Dan's bulge, coating the jockstrap with the same seed that had given him life, working the daddy's fertile sperm through the cloth and onto the son's stiff cock. Lloyd stroked Dan's erection and felt how it started to swell, nice and slick with fuck juices of two males, father and son, and kept rimming his spit drenched asshole savoring the dreamy treat that had been laid out for him. Suddenly Dan gasped and bucked his hips, alarming Lloyd that he had finally woken him up, but amazingly he kept dozing off even as he came.

Lloyd felt Dan's tail hole and taint pulse with with every spurt as the young man shot his load into his jockstrap. His rich, thick seed seeped through and mingled with his father's, adding to the wet, sticky mess. Dan kept bucking his hips with every throb, his cheeks flushed and head tossing languidly from side to side in the throes of his slumbering climax. Lloyd pulled back and watched breathlessly at his son's moaning, supine shape, looking for even a flicker of consciousness, but Dan kept his eyes shut and body relaxed. Satisfied, Lloyd tugged at the ruined jockstrap until it rolled off Dan's toned legs and scrunched it up in his fist--he did not want to leave incriminating evidence, after all. Most likely Dan would assume that he had tossed his jockstrap carelessly behind the radiator or something, and would not suspect that it was missing.

His son's wet, glistening cock had turned soft and flopped against his hairy belly like a delicious treat, but Lloyd was content to just pet it softly before he rose up and backed out of the room, closing the door as quietly as he could. In the hallway he sniffed the jockstrap deeply, breathed in its salty cum stench, and sighed.

--

"Did you have a fun night out with boys?", Lloyd asked as Dan plodded into the kitchen. His bare feet made plapping sounds on the linoleum as he slouched towards the coffee maker and mumbled a groggy reply.

Lloyd wore his bathrobe and reading glasses, and rustled the newspaper looking thoughtful while he waited for Dan to sit at the table.

Dan had dressed up already in slacks and a polo shirt even though it was not even Sunday, and sipped his coffee from a large mug. "Yeah, I guess", he spoke with a tired voice then smirked, "I can't remember anything after the fifth shot of tequila, but seeing how sore my ass feels I must have had a blast."

Lloyd's hand froze over his toast, but then his son laughed. "It's a joke dad, I didn't put anything up my butt."

"Aheh. Yea. Sure." Lloyd felt heat creeping up to his face as the realization of what he had done started pressing on him with ever increasing insistence. Waking up he had felt relaxed and content, having faced and accepted his darker side, but now hearing the youth joke about such things without realizing how close to the truth he was made guilt clench Lloyd's chest. He cleared his throat.

"Not that I mind if you did that kind of stuff. You're my son, and I will always accept you no matter what."

"Uh, sexual orientation isn't really a breakfast subject, dad." Dan's expression was hard to read, and he took a long sip to hide his face behind his mug. However, his voice betrayed his desire to both avoid and approach the subject, something that Lloyd did not miss.

"Sorry son, I just want you to know that I love you the way you are."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I- uh, nothing. Just forget about it, okay?"

The wall clock tick tocked in a futile attempt to fill the awkward silence between them.

Dan changed the subject. "I had a weird dream last night."

The toast crinkled in Lloyd's hand as he clenched it too hard while trying to look nonchalant. "Oh, what was it about?"

Dan sniffed and looked straight into his father's eyes as he spoke. "Not sure. I can't remember all the details, but rest assured that it was hot."

"Huh." Lloyd felt cold sweat trickling down his neck even though the kitchen was warmed up by the rays of a beautiful autumn sun.

"Yeah. Think about that."

Lloyd licked his dry lips nervously, and did not know what to say. He could still taste his son's ass musk on them. Dan's chair made a little squeak against the floor as he stood up.

"Anyhow, my pals and I spoke about renting a flat together. We're going to look at one downtown, can I take your car?"

"Sure!" Lloyd rose to pick up the car keys from kitchen counter, and when he handed them to Dan he suddenly felt a wave of emotions surging in his chest. He opened his arms, eyes tearing up without feeling sad, and asked for a hug.

Dan nodded and took him in his arms. Their faces came close enough for a kiss and for a second Lloyd's heart skipped a beat as his gaze lingered in his son's eyes. The electrifying thrill made the hair at the back of his neck raise up and he held his breath, but then the moment was over and he went to lean his cheek against Dan's broad shoulder. He was being embraced by the strong arms of his son, something they had not ever done during their entire lives together, and right then it felt like the best thing in the world. Lloyd could feel their hearts beating in unison, the steady pace of their breathing syncing up, and the firmness of Dan's chest against his own chub.

"I love you, son", he murmured with a choked voice.

"I love you too, dad", Dan replied and pressed the unmistakable hardness of his bulge against Lloyd's crotch.

Lloyd gasped, eyed wide, but Dan had already released him and patted his shoulder while twirling the keys in his other hand. "Thanks for the car, dad, I'll try to be back home before dinnertime. We can do something fun together after that, all right?"

He smiled widely with the entire row of his perfect teeth, and skipped outside with jaunty steps. Lloyd watched dumbfounded from the window as Dan got in the car, waved at him, and drove off whistling. Lloyd blinked in the bright morning light and felt as if he saw for the first time in his life, his heart fluttering with giddiness, and made a note to himself that he should reserve a good weekend for a camping trip.