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A Taste of Dad

Bowser's dreams had started to take a strange turn. His lewd ones at least. Instead of the usual female he'd find to plow in some way, shape or form, he had as of late been thinking of males he was around and thought they were kind of attractive.The koopa king was aware enough of himself to realize he was becoming bi-curious and his wet dreams were a testament to that thought. Like the one he was having after going to bed, sleeping nude as per usual. The dream had him naked as well, his golden scaled body was muscular, his arms and legs bunches of muscle. Pectorals were well defined but he had a round belly, chubby some would call him in that department. Cream colored plating ran over his torso and stomach, encircling his ball sack as well though more so by design than anything. His snout bore a wicked grin, the same cream as his chest before it shifted to his green mask.

Bowser's fiery red eyes gazed at the magikoopa before him, who was completely nude too as said koopa came and ran his hands through the king's well kept orange mane while watching the horns, eyebrows the same color over his lidded eyes. Hands wondering, Bowser's claws lightly dug into the sides of his lover as did the spikes on his wrist bracelets. The magikoopa's hands ran down over the king's body, running through the thick patch of hair between the pectorals before moving to the slightly darker nubs of Bowser's nipples, playing with them. The koopa king sighed as a tongue flicked his nipple, raising his arms up to show off his hairy armpits before he pushed the koopa down more. A thin path of fur ran down the middle of Bowser's round belly and stopping above the navel. The subordinate koopa lowered further to the thick orange bush crowning incredibly thick, pulsing dick of the king.

The pink head oozed precum as it stretched against the foreskin, which had peeled back a little. The cream color coated the rest of the shaft as the magikoopa licked at the droplet of pre before he set to work lightly stroking the cock. Up and down, the smaller koopa worked the shaft and foreskin as he dipped lower, lapping a trail between the balls and through the light line of hair growing on Bowser's ball sack. The koopa king groaned as the magikoopa took one of his orbs into his muzzle, sucking on it. Eyes narrowing to slits, Bowser leaned his head back and hissed a little from the attention. However, it seemed that the dream came to an end as the king closed his eyes before he opened them again, blurred and dark. He was back in his bedroom, one hand lightly scratching at his stomach and the other curled into his pillow. It took a moment for the koopa king to realize something. He was hard as a rock, hands were wrapped around his soda-can girth and a hot mouth was sucking on one of his balls.

Bowser tensed up as he realized someone was fondling him while he had been asleep. He could feel the light trail that his pre made as it slid down his pole before a slimy appendage ever so slowly made its way up the underside of his cock. The koopa king shivered, knowing a tongue was lapping at his pre before he bit his tongue from it lightly flicking his cumslit. The hands held his foreskin down as lips pursed on his head before they parted and pulled the tip in. Bowser couldn't help the groan he issued when he felt it. There was a pause, then a light sucking on his head with a tongue flicking made the koopa king growl lowly. With it being time to catch the intruder in the act, Bowser ripped the light sheet off to see who was fondling him. Imagine his surprise when he found his son Junior, frozen to the spot on the king's length.

Bowser Jr. took after his old man. Nearly identical in looks, the younger koopa had the healthier sheen to his scales and was more vibrant overall than the king. Body wise, Junior was slimmer, lithe body of a swimmer more than anything. His fiery mane was grown out compared to Bowser's neater style, either hanging loosely around his face or pulled back. It was currently in a ponytail, with his golden eyes holding light fear as they looked upon the king. Bowser wasn't entirely sure what he should be feeling, but he knew that the deep desire for this was building steadily, a smirk spreading across his face. Junior stayed still as the older koopa reached a hand down and placed it on his son's head.

"You're gonna finish."

With that, Bowser shoved the young koopa onto his dick. He heard the gagging of the other as well as felt the saliva dripping along his hot shaft. The king momentarily felt bad for doing that to Junior but the side of him that was aroused and wanting overshadowed the other. Easing up, the young koopa greedily sucked in air before Bowser rammed him down again to gag. The boy wouldn't be able to deep throat like this, the koopa king surmised, even if he was experienced. The old koopa was a stud, being told he ruined other guys for most of his conquests. It didn't stop him from moving his other hand down to grab his son's horns and use them to leverage the kid up and down a portion of his length.

Bowser wondered how Junior was able to even get his mouth around the thickness of his shaft, but it was fleeting as he forced the boy deeper to once again gag and let saliva drizzle down his cock. The old koopa felt a little bad, knowing he should be gentler but the rush of the act and the arousal he had was negating any fatherly instinct he had. That part of his mind also reminded him that his son had been trying to suck on his dick anyways. Claws dug into his thighs as Junior sucked and slobbered, taking only half of the dick as Bowser's balls started to draw closer to his body. The knot in his gut was growing tighter and tighter as the king slid his shaft deeper into his kid before it snapped.

Bowser barely held back a roar as he shoved his son to his halfway point and held him there. The muzzle full was soon bloated even more as the old koopa pulsed and shot his seed directly into the gullet. Junior gagged again on the first one, cum splattering out of his mouth before he seemed to realize he wasn't moving. The young koopa drank down the thick load, breathing heavily through his nose as Bowser slowly relaxed his grip. The koopa king groaned out as the warm cavern that was his kid's mouth pulled off his dick with a slurp, coughing and breathing heavily. Looking down, he saw his shaft was slick and had a white tint to it, as did Junior's muzzle. The young koopa had gotten onto his knees and Bowser saw the erect length crowned by a bush. The old koopa felt a twinge in his loins, one that spoke of a second round. It took a moment before the king decided on something.

Moving to the bedside, he sat up, length still erect if not rock solid now. He watched his son watch him, lightly jerking himself before Junior sighed. Bowser stood and moved towards the end of the bed, as if he was going to the bathroom. The young koopa had tilted his head back and was openly stroking his body and shaft. With a feral smile, Bowser acted and pushed his kid forward. He heard the small sound escape his boy before the king was over him, his length being thrusted up and down the crack of Junior's ass. The young koopa looked a bit fearfully over his shoulder, flushed.

"D-daddy, please, d-don't."

Bowser kept pumping his hips, getting ever wedged into the cleft until the cheeks were spread around his cock light a hotdog. And he kept humping, holding his boy under him as he growled lowly in the boy's ear.

"Please, daddy. I don't-"

"Shhhhh." The king wasn't having any of it. He pulled his hips back, lightly prodding forward as he looked for the entrance he craved. The sharp intake and tensing from Junior after a prod meant he had found what he wanted. He pushed against the tailhole, his dick slipping upwards as the young koopa shuddered.

"Please, no..."

Bowser repositioned himself, this time holding himself steady while his other held his son down. Slowly but surely, he felt as he gained entry, his coated dick slipping in before a lewd pop sounded throughout the room. The koopa king's eyes crossed, feeling the tight heat around his cock head, a first for ages. The sharp cry from Junior told him to pause. While he loved his girth, Bowser knew many couldn't handle all he had to offer easily. He lightly ran his hand down his kid's back as the young koopa grasped the sheet, eyes teary as he panted. Truly a champ. The king didn't wait too long, his own need driving him to push in more. The sharp hitching of breath from Junior was ignored, Bowser shoving half his length in before he stopped again, reveling in the tight passage. Definitely felt like a virgin ass.

The thought he was taking his son's cherry was arousing to the koopa king. He chalked it up to being one of the greatest taboo things, forbidden fruit and all. Pulling back, he felt his foreskin bunch over his head before pushing back in and letting it slide back over the mushroom tip. A shudder ran down Bowser's spine. It had been way too long, starting to ease Junior into a rhythm. Half of his dick in and out, slowly but surely. He watched as his kid's body moved from pain to trembling lightly. A small part of the king's mind, the part easily being overpowered by his lust, worried that he was doing things wrong here.

"D-daddy..."

Bowser leaned forward, barely to hear the young koopa's breathy voice.

"More..."

The koopa king couldn't help the feral-esque grin he got. He got to work sliding more of his thick shaft into his boy's passage, as well as speeding up his thrusting. Junior began to gasp and moan into the bed, muffling himself to keep the rest of the house from waking up to see this. In and out, Bowser slid, ramming himself in as he lightly started to fiddle with his entry. When the cry came out, the king's grin grew slightly wider. Pulling his hips back to leave his head in, he rammed forward fully and hilted into his son. Junior's back arched, Bowser clasping a hand over his boy's mouth barely in time to muffle the scream. To take all of the old koopa's shaft was a feat few had and that his unused boy was able to take it all like a man was something else.

In short time, Junior collapsed onto the bed, shaking fiercely. Bowser pondered if maybe he had overdone it. Oh well, he needed to blow a load and he wanted to feel that velvety heat around his whole dick. He pulled his hips back again, ramming back in as a shudder ran through the young koopa's body. Again and again, Bowser sawed his length into Junior, going slightly easier in with every pull. Slurping became evident, as did the smacking of balls on ass as the king drove himself to the hilt each time. Junior appeared to be drooling as his eyes were rolling, clawing desperately at the sheet. Bowser was confused about it until Junior cried out, eyes rolling back. Then the old koopa felt it. The spasming of his kid's walls around his cock. The young koopa had just orgasmed.

With that knowledge, a growl escaped the old king as he rammed himself harder into his boy. If Junior had climaxed, he'd be out of it soon enough and Bowser wanted him to feel every minute of it. He pounded hard, hearing the soft gasping whines of being overstimulated from the young koopa. Bowser was trying to think of something that would help him orgasm himself. Then it occurred to him that he was likely pushing his son's stomach out, something either of them just had to touch and know Junior was being filled beyond limit by his old man. It spurred the old koopa to get even rougher as his large balls drew up again. Shoving in one last time to his hilt, Bowser threw his head back and barely held his roar in. His cock pulsed inside of the hot walls before blasting koopa seed deep into his boy. He could feel as it overflowed and spurted out onto his own groin. Stars had taken over his vision as his end took it's course, lasting a while before he realized the blackness starting to take him was from his own lack of breathing. With a small groan of his own, Bowser came back to his senses, looking over his son's sweaty form. Light guilt built up in the old koopa. He had overstepped boundaries.

Both koopas moaned as the king slid his massive tool from his son's ass. He got a full view over his belly of his boy's tunnel as it was filled to the brim with his cum. Seed has splashed all over the ass cheeks and on the tail. Bowser chewed his cheek until a louder groan came from Junior.

"Oh, god, daddy."

The old koopa was about to speak when the young one spoke over him. "Again."

The king was stunned before a smirk made it's way over his snout. "Your old man is spent tonight."

There was a whine from Junior. With a chuckle, Bowser shuffled down and spread his boys cheeks wide. "Can do this though." With that, the old koopa shoved his face between the mounds of flesh as he shoved his tongue deep into his deflowered son. He heard the gasping and the moan as the rear pushed back into him, his tongue lapping at his own seed. It wasn't long before he pulled it back, a panting Junior unable to even do anything as he seemed to have passed out from the whole ordeal. With a sigh, Bowser stood with an aching body, stretching himself out as he admired how his dick was coated in seed. That was going to be a pain in the ass in the morning, but the old koopa was tired. He laid next to his son on the bed, on his back as he gazed up at the ceiling. Who'd have thought his first bisexual experience would be with his own kid?