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CAST Ty: anthro fox, 12 years old Max: feral dobermann, 2 years old Ben (Dad): anthro fox, 31 years old

Walking up the small set of steps to the front door of the house, I glance back over my shoulder one more time to double-check that dad's car isn't in the driveway. Seeing that I really will be home alone, I feel my fox tail start to wag as I get a nervous little flutter in my chest: it's... been a few months since I was left home alone, ever since me and Max first got caught together. It's a bit embarrassing, but, dad said that the name for what I am is a zoophile: someone who's sexually attracted to ferals. Max is the name of my dog (a dobermann), who I'm kind of completely in love with.

Me and Max's first time was at the start of this school year. It was my first day of middle school, actually, which would have made me eleven, and him... well, he was one and a half in actual years, which made him ten or eleven in dog years. We'd gotten Max when he was a puppy, and he had been my best friend ever since: we played catch all the time in the back yard, played tug of war with his favorite rope toys, and he slept in my bed every night. That was kind of how this whole thing started, in a way. During my first day of middle school, at the lunch table, one of my friend's friends was talking about how he'd gotten a girlfriend during the summer break, and how the two of them had been having a lot of sex. Until right then, I hadn't even really thought of getting a girlfriend: there was really nobody I'd ever been... interested in, in that way. For the rest of the day in my classes, I couldn't pay much attention to what the teachers were saying. I kept wondering if I was behind everyone else all of the sudden. I hadn't done *anything* with a girl. I hadn't had sex. I hadn't gone on a date. I hadn't even kissed anyone. When I got home that day, Max was there at the door to greet me as usual: his tail was going crazy as I pet him all the way from the top of his head down to the bottom of his back, over and over.

"How was school?" my dad asked, as he came down the hall to see me. The two of us stood there in the entryway as I shrugged off my backpack and kicked off my shoes.

"School was okay," I said, not really wanting to bring up what was on my mind.

"Just okay?" my dad asked. He brought one hand up and rested it on the side of his head, which is a thing he does when I can tell he's worried about something but doesn't want to show it.

As I was trying to think of an answer, Max started licking my hand. I smiled, looked down at him, and started petting him again. "Yeah, school was alright," I said, in a better mood already now that I was back home with my best canine friend. Max and I went to the backyard to play catch for a while. As I threw a stick for him over and over and he brought it back, I kept thinking about just how far behind everyone else I really was. I had never seen porn. I had never even... well, ejaculated, before. Glancing around (as though someone could have heard my dirty thoughts), I decided to call it an early night. I went inside with Max, brushed my pointy vulpine teeth, and went downstairs to my bedroom, which is basically the only room in the basement besides a bathroom and the laundry room. Max, as always, followed me to my room and hopped up onto bed. As I locked the door, I felt myself trembling a little, like I was doing something I wasn't supposed to.

In my room, there was a big bed on the far side of the room, a dresser on one side of that, and a desk on the other side. The half of the room closer to the door was kind of just a minefield of dirty clothes, legos, and toys.

I looked at Max, who looked back at me, trying to figure out why I was still standing by the door instead of coming to bed.

"You um... sure you want to be in here, buddy?" I asked him.

Naturally, the dobermann didn't really answer. But he did wag his tail, which at the time, I took as enough of a "Yes."

"Okay," I said. "Promise you won't look though."

It wasn't like Max had *never* seen my naked body, anyways. He was in the room whenever I changed clothes in the morning. He knew what I looked like down there. But, this did still feel a little different than that. A lot different, actually.

Still dressed in my t-shirt and and jeans (for the moment), I walked across the room to my bed, and crawled on top like usual. Instead of crawling under the covers like usual though, I knelt on the center of my bed for a second, breathing quickly, heart racing at the thought of what I was about to do. Slowly, I took off my shirt, and tossed it off the bed to the side.

At this point, Max (who was lying at the foot of the bed) looked back at me, and tilted his head.

I stuck my tongue out at him, and told him, "Hey, I said no looking."

Max lowered his head down onto his paws, but continued to face directly towards me.

"Not making this easy bud," I told him.

I took a deep breath, and then lied down on my back and slid off my pants and underwear, then kicked them over to the side of my bed along with my shirt. Now completely naked, I sat back at the head of the bed, with my back against the wall, and my legs sticking out in front of me. As I sat down, I scrunched up some blankets and made a short wall between me and Max, sticking my tongue out at him again as I finished making it.

Now, nearly at the point of no going back, I looked down at my foxhood. Short, soft, white fur covered my sheath and my balls. Carefully, I reached my hand and tried touching my balls: as if I'd found a hidden button, I felt a wave of diziness hit me for a second, and the next thing I knew, half of my red vulpine foxhood was sticking straight out of my sheath. Keeping the first hand on my balls, I used my other hand to push down my sheath the rest of the way, freeing my entire penis. For a little while, I just looked at it: I had barely looked at it much before then really, and I actually found it very interesting, the way that this thing that I wasn't "supposed" to use until I was older was hidden inside me, and I'd just let it all out. Here was this thing that I could use to have sex, to masturbate, to cum, and I wasn't shying away from it anymore. Slowly, I wrapped my hand around it, holding my breath as I did. A tickling sensation crawled up and down my body just holding this thing in my hand.

At that moment, Max decided that he was going to break our "no looking agreement" yet again: curious what I was doing behind the blanket wall I'd put up, Max inched closer to me on the bed. Craning his dobermann neck over the blanket wall, he looked straight at my crotch, and at me holding my penis, right about to masturbate for the first time.

To my surprise, him looking didn't actually weird me out anymore: in fact, it seemed fun that we were doing this together.

"Wanna look, buddy?" I asked. And with that, I arched my back up to move my penis right up in front of his face so he could get a good close look at it.

And then, he did something that completely surprised me: without even a second of hesitation, he licked my foxhood all the way from the balls up to the end of the penis. Letting out a shocked yip, I jumped back against the wall, covering my crotch up with both hands.

Max looked at me wagging his tail playfully, like we'd just done something he thought was fun.

And then... I had a thought. "Was that... did that count as oral sex?" I wondered out loud, and looked at Max. I had never heard anyone say that you *couldn't* have sex with ferals. The idea had just never crossed my mind: on the day of sex-ed we'd had last year, they'd only talked about adult men having sex with adult women. But I knew that some people my age were having sex too, and I knew that ferals made babies by having sex with each other. So as I thought about it, it... weirdly suddenly made sense that me and Max could...

Slowly, I moved my hands off of my crotch, exposing myself again. Max wagged his tail. One more time, slower, I arched my back and moved my penis in front of Max.

This time instead of licking right away, Max sniffed it: his wet nose sniffing on me down there was already nearly as much as I could take. I felt my whole body tingling, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement and pleasure that I had never felt before.

After getting a few good sniffs, Max looked me in the eyes, like he does when he'd asking for something.

"Go ahead," I encouraged him, and then all at once he opened his mouth and started licking me again, over and over his tongue slobbered up the length of my penis, causing me to fall back down against the bed writhing as pleasure completely took over my body. I tried to burrow my butt back deeper into the mattress to make space between my cock and my dog's mouth, but he kept going eagerly, lick after lick after lick. He hadn't been going long at all before I felt an amazing sensation building up down in my foxhood: with one final lick on the penis from my dog's slobbering tongue, I started cumming uncontrollably, shooting into Max's mouth, onto the bedsheets, onto the top of Max's muzzle, everywhere. Max immediately started licking it all up, wagging even harder as he learned that my penis could make "treats" for him.

"Grooooss!" I teased, as he licked my cum out of the bedsheets.

After he'd finished with the bedsheets, he noticed my cum on the top of his muzzle, and tried to lick it off.

I snickered a little, and said, "Here, let me help you with that."

I reached out and grabbed his chin. Trusting me, Max kept his head still in my hand. With my other hand, I stuck out a finger and wiped up the few drops of cum I'd gotten on him there.

For a second, I stared at it. This was my first time seeing my own semen. It felt like an accomplishment: I had done something now that I'd bet hardly any of my friends at school had done. Not only had I cum, but I'd cum for the first time while having sex.

Max, eager to finish his treat, lifted his chin out of my hand and licked the cum off of my finger.

"You know that is kind of gay," I teased him.

Not seeming to mind this fact whatsoever, Max gave me a few licks on the cheek.

After he was done, I looked at him for a second, and decided something: if I was "gay" for my dog, then I didn't mind at all. In fact, right then, I was happy about it. Carefully, I puckered my lips and kissed my dog on the front of his mouth, feeling his lips against mine as our mouths touched. Right away, he wrestled forward and pinned me down, planting lick after lick on my face as I squirmed to try to break free from his affection.

"Okay bud, okay," I said, trying to calm him down. The two of us now laid naked side-by-side in bed, looking at each other. "Want to be boyfriends?" I asked.

Max wagged his tail.

"Good," I said, and wrapped my arms around his neck in a naked hug.

That was me and Max's first time, and it definitely wasn't the last. We had both found a *very* fun new game to play, and so every day when I got home from school, we went downstairs to my bedroom as soon as possible to go have sex togehter. I loved to feel his tongue licking my young foxhood, and he loved giving me this pleasure, especially every time I came for him. During the weekends, I hardly wanted to leave my bedroom. My room had become a place where I hardly ever wore clothes, and where me and Max could be together as a couple. Because, on some level... I knew that this was something that would be good to keep as a secret.

But, even knowing that I *should* have kept it a secret... someone (me) forgot to lock the bedroom door one day.

It had been like any other day: right away after school, I said hi to dad at the front door, and then went downstairs with Max. As soon as my bedroom door was closed, Max was already pawing at my pants to get me to take them off. Laughing at his eagerness, I happily did as he wanted, and stripped down until I was naked. Even as I walked to the bed, Max was already trying to sniff and lick and my foxhood. When I did get to bed, I sat down on the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide apart for my dog. Max, happy to get what he wanted, sat down on the floor in front of me and started licking my balls. Immediately, a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I closed my eyes and laid back on the bed, letting Max do his thing. Once he'd apparently decided that my balls were taken care of, he moved his attention upwards, giving deep long licks to the base of my penis, and then to the entire thing, making me moan in pleasure as I writhed, still lying back on the bed. I continued to moan as he continued to lick me. With one hand, I reached down and pet his head a little, which only made him all the more happy to keep going.

It was at that moment that I heard a loud cough.

I shot up in bed, covering myself with a blanket as I stared forward: standing there in the doorway was my dad, holding a basket of laundry in one arm, and with his other hand resting against the side of his face. The two of us stared at each other eye to eye, as I felt my stomach drop. I worried that I was going to get yelled at, that my secret would be told to the entire world, that I was going to get Max in serious trouble. Max, sensing that it wasn't play time anymore, lied down low on the floor in front of me, head down on his paws, looking up at dad.

Without saying a word, dad turned and went upstairs.

I ran to get my clothes and get dressed. After that... I cried. I lied down on the floor with Max, hugging him and petting him as I apologized for what I'd gotten us into. It felt like a long time before I couldn't cry anymore, and I lied there with Max, who gave me gentle reassuring kisses.

Eventually, I heard my dad call my name, calling me upstairs. I took a deep breath. Part of me wanted to hide or run away, but deep down, I knew that I had been caught red handed, and there was no way of getting out of this. I got up off the floor, and starting going upstairs. I closed my bedroom door, trapping Max in my room, to protect him in case of whatever was about to happen. As I went up the stairs, I wondered what my punishment would be.

Upstairs, dad was in the living room, sitting on the couch.

"Come sit," he said.

I kept standing where I was at the edge of the living room.

"You're not in trouble," he told me.

"...Oh," I said. Slowly, I walked up to the couch, and sat down on the far opposite end from him, careful not to look at him at all. Partly I didn't want him to see my face and know that I'd been crying, even though it was already probably obvious. But also, I didn't want to see how mad or upset with me he was.

"Have you and Max done that before?" dad asked.

I nodded. "Yeah."

"How long?"

"Since school started. A... a month," I said. It was hard to talk, since I was getting choked up again.

"You know that what you're doing is illegal?" dad asked.

Again, I nodded, vision blurring as I started to tear up.

"Hey, Ty, it's okay," dad said. "I'm not mad. I'm not going to tell anyone."

"Y... your... not?"

"No. No, of course not," dad said. "I know that you and Max are best friends. Right? You'd never hurt him and he'd never hurt you."

I nodded along as he talked.

Dad kept going, saying, "The reason it's illegal is because some other people *aren't* that nice to their animals, and they have sex with them whether the animals want to or not, which is wrong, and so it has to be illegal for everyone. But if you and Max are happy together, then I won't tell."

"Th... thanks," I choked out. "We definitely are happy together."

"Good," Dad said. He was quiet for a second, and then he sighed, and said, "There's just... I *am* worried about this. You're *very* young to be having a sexual partner, Ty. Especially one who it *is* technically illegal to be with even if you were an adult."

Again, I felt a sinking in my stomach.

"I'll make you a deal," dad said. "You and Max can still be together, but it can't be a secret from me anymore: any time you have sex, it has to be up here, in the living room."

Time felt like it slowed down as I tried to understand what dad was saying. Heart racing, I asked, "Up *here*? Even... even with you in the room? Y-you would be watching?"

Again, dad sighed. "Believe me, I'm not completely happy with the idea either, but it's the only way I can think of to keep you safe but still let you do what you want with Max. I promise: the only reason I'd be watching is to make sure that you or Max aren't getting hurt. It wouldn't be any worse than when I'd watch you play at the park, you know?"

Slowly, I nodded. "Okay," I said. "Deal."

"Thanks for talking with me," dad said.

"Sure," I told him, still not looking at him. "I..."

"Hm?" dad asked.

"Hug?" I asked.

"Aw. Of course, Ty."

I crawled over on the couch to my dad, wrapped my arms around him, and squeezed tight. He hugged me back. Afterwards, I stood up. Half looking at my dad and half still looking away, I said, "I um... I'm gonna go back downstairs. Me and Max won't... do anything else, tonight. Promise."

"Sounds good, Ty," dad said. With a little smile, he added, "Sorry to interrupt."

"Heh. It's okay. Thanks for not sending me to the police."

Dad laughed, and said, "Goodnight, Ty."

"Yeah, you too."

Going back down the stairs, I felt *mostly* like I had gotten off light. Mostly. The idea of only having sex with Max in front of my dad was *extremely* awkward. But, it was still better than getting sent to juvenile detention for the next 7 years, for sure. My dad was very understanding: I knew he wasn't doing this to be a perv. Anything I could do privately, I could... probably do with him watching too.

When I got downstairs and opened my bedroom door, Max was right on the other side of it: as soon as I came in he was all over me, wagging his tail and giving kisses to my hand. I pet him a bunch, and together, the two of us went to bed. I kept my clothes on that night, petting Max until I fell asleep.

The next morning, dad asked how I'd slept, and I told him good, and he said he was glad. It was clear that everything that had happened was still on his mind, but, he didn't seem to have changed his mind on anything. As we ate breakfast, he asked me if I had any questions.

"Questions like?" I asked back, not completely sure what he was getting at, but having a safe bet.

"Well, you can always ask me anything, but in particular I was asking if you had any questions about sex," dad said, trying to keep his tone matter of fact. "I know you know that men and women can have sex to make a baby, but, I don't know how much you know beyond that. You and Max wouldn't be able to have puppies, for example."

I smiled, and laughed a little. "I figured not. We're both male, and, you know, he's a feral and all."

Dad laughed a little too. "Just making sure you knew," he said.

"Are there... any stds I could get?" I asked. Aside from getting caught, that had been my other big worry with this secret thing that Max and I had been doing.

"Surprisingly, not really," dad said, resting his hand against his face. "I couldn't sleep much last night, so I was doing a little research on that kind of thing. If you had been with some random stray it might be a different story, but, pretty much the only way you could catch an std from Max would be if someone *else* who had an std had been with Max just before you were. Which, I'm hoping isn't something that's already happened, or that you're planning on."

"Noooot even a little," I confirmed.

Dad let out a sign of relief. "One slightly related thing: for my own peace of mind, please don't go around having sex with all your classmates until you're at *least* in high school? I know it's fun and I assume you're *basically* the stud around school now, but..."

I laughed a little again, and said, "Don't worry. I don't wanna cheat on Max or anything."

"Mm. Good morals," dad said, sounding a tiny bit sarcastic. He took a long drink from his coffee. I ate some more of my breakfast. After a bit, he said, "I'm guessing I don't have to tell you not to tell *anyone* about what you and Max do."

"Didn't plan on it," I said, and nodded.

"Good, good. Just making sure," dad said.

After breakfast, I went to put my shoes on and head for school. Dad wished me a good day before I left, and I said thanks and that I'd try my best.

All day during classes, my mind was on what it would be like when I got home. Max and I had been in the habit of going down to my bedroom right away every day as soon as I got back, and then I would undress, and we would have out "alone time." Now, apparently we weren't going to be so "alone" anymore. Part of me wanted to stop being interested in sex at all, that way I wouldn't have to get naked in front of my dad. But the whole walk home, my vulpine penis was hard as a rock inside my jeans: I still wanted it just as much as ever.

When I got home and opened the front door, Max was right there to greet me, licking my hand and wagging his tail. I rubbed him all up and down as I closed the front door behind myself and got my shoes off.

Already, Max was inching over towards the stairs down to the basement.

"Heh. Gonna be a little different today, bud," I said to him.

He followed close by my side as I walked past the stairs and instead walked around the corner, and entered the living room. There, dad was sitting on the couch, looking down at a book he'd been reading. "Hey Ty," dad greeted, looking up. "How was school?"

"Good," I said. "I mean... I was having a hard time paying attention, to be honest. Too busy thinking about... this."

Dad sighed. Holding up his book, he said, "Same. I've barely been able to read a page."

I did smile a little at how similar we were sometimes.

"Well, I don't want to stop you or anything," dad said, gesturing with his book towards me and Max. "If you're both 'in the mood,' you can do it however you normally do and act like I'm not here."

Max, as if understanding, pawed once at my jeans.

"Heh, okay, okay, I'll stop 'teasing' you so much," I told Max, and with that, after a small pause, I unbuttoned my jeans, and zipped them down. I tried to *act* like I didn't know my dad was there watching, even if it would be impossible *not* to know. I took my shirt off, and then slowly pulled down my pants: as soon as my pants were around my legs, Max stepped forward and started slobbering at my foxhood, not put off in the slightest by the fact that dad was right there. My tail wagging at the pleasurable feeling Max was giving me, I quickly pulled my pants the rest of the way down and kicked them aside, making myself completely naked there in the living room, getting licked by my dog. I pet his head as he continued to go to town: I closed my eyes, tail wagging, toes curling and uncurling, letting out little moans of pleasure whenever his togue slid over my hard penis just the right way.

A minute or two in, I opened my eyes, and glanced over at dad. He was sitting there on the couch, book sitting over to his side, fully watching me and Max have sex. Seeing that I was glancing at him, he gave me a smile and a little thumbs up. My tail gave a little wag at the approval, to know that apparently, as weird as it felt, I was doing this just right. It wasn't long before I felt a horny sensation down in my balls, and I knew I was right about to cum. Keeping my eyes open, I looked down and watched as Max licked my penis, and then I watched as my knees trembled and I shot my load into his mouth. He swallowed it right away, licking my penis a few more times to get all the cum that he could. Then I stood there, breathing heavy, naked in the living room with my dog and my dad. My penis was still out of its sheath, since my knot had swelled up too big for it to go back down. Now that I'd finished, I suddenly felt a *lot* more self-conscious of the whole situation. With my tail nearly between my legs, I looked over again to my dad.

"Looks like you two had fun together?" was all dad had to say, smiling calmly as he said it.

Just a bit, I perked back up. "Heh, yeah. I like it a lot when he and I do that."

And with that, I laid down on the floor right there with Max, and the two of us spooned for a little while, like we did most of the time after having sex. For the rest of the day, I did up in the living room what I'd normally only do secretly down in my bedroom: me and Max cuddled naked, kissed each other, and had oral sex one or two (or four) more times before dad said that he was glad I was so comfortable around him but that we really needed to be getting to bed. At one point, I had asked dad if there was anything I *shouldn't* do with Max: any specific thing that he was watching for. After thinking for a second, he just answered with, "Don't do anything to him that you wouldn't want him to do to you."

The next day at school, those words kept spinning around in my head. I figured that if *that* was true, then the opposite version should probably be true too: "Don't have him do anything to you that you wouldn't also do for him." I knew that Max was male, and that he had a sheath and balls just like I did, and that inside of his sheath, he had a penis as well. While cuddling, I'd stared at him down there a bunch, and had tried to touch him there. Half the time, he'd think we were wrestling and would squirm away, and then pin me down and lick me. The other half of the time, when he did let me touch, he didn't seem to care that much: I wasn't able to get his penis out of his sheath by touching his balls in the same way that I could get mine out by touching mine. So, for the most part, I hadn't really thought about returning the favor for him, since he did seem more than happy enough just to give me lickjobs anyways. But I figured that now that my dad *was* involved in this anyways, it might not hurt to ask him if ferals private parts worked differently, and if I could somehow do for Max what he did for me.

That day after school, I again went straight into the living room with Max, and again, my dad was sitting there with his book, which it looked like he was actually reading through this time.

"Hey Ty. Good day?"

"Yeah, pretty good," I said with a nod. After digging a toe into the ground for a second, I asked, "Mind if me and Max..."

"Heh. You don't have to ask," dad said. "After yesterday, I figured that you and Max must have been doing this stuff pretty often, huh?"

"Maaaaybe," I said. With that, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down. This time I sat on the floor, back against the foot of the couch, as Max did his thing. I pet his head over and over as he licked and licked at my penis, and told him that he was a good boy and to keep going. He didn't let up at all: even as I squirmed around, he held me in place with one of his paws and licked deeper and deeper. When I finally came and he licked it all up, I leaned down forward and gave him a big kiss, and he kissed back, slobbery as ever. I could sort of taste my own cum on his tongue, and found it gross and cool at the same time. Wanting to cuddle now that I'd finished, I got up, lied down playfully on top of Max, and then pulled him over onto his side and into a spooning position, with him as the little spoon and me as the big spoon, petting him.

From there on the floor, I glanced up at dad, who was looking right back.

"Dad?" I asked.

"Hm?"

"Would Max... well, would you know how to get Max's penis out like mine so that I can give him blowjobs too?"

At that, I saw my dad blush, and I felt kind of embarrassed and proud at the same time.

"Feral dogs are a *little* different from anthro canines like us," dad said, getting over his blushing. "One sec."

With that, dad pulled out his phone, and started tapping and typing on it. After a little while, he turned the screen towards me. I got up from spooning and petting Max, and knelt naked on the floor in front of dad, looking at the video he'd pulled up. In it, what looked like a feral dog and an anthro cat veterinarian were together in a vet's office. The feral dog was stanind on the table in the room, and the vet was standing right beside him. The sound on the video was off.

"It's an instructional video for dog breeders, which, same idea," dad said, as the video continued. In the video, the feline vet was wearing a pair of white plastic gloves. The cat put one gloved hand on the feral dog's sheath and began rubbing it slowly back and forth. As if thumping his leg from a belly rub, the feral dog wrapped his front paws around the vet's arm, and then started humping the vet's gloved hand, big red penis coming out of his sheath as he pumped. As the video was ending, dad explained, "Feral dogs like Max wouldn't really be interested in 'a blowjob' in the same way that you would be: they just want to hump from start to finish. But, if you want to try giving him a handjob like in that video, I'm guessing he'd be thankful for it. He's getting close to two years old, so, he would most likely be old enough to try it by now."

Without saying anything, I nodded, and continued staring at the screen.

Dad then glanced down my body, saw that the video had gotten my penis completely hard and throbbing again, and turned his phone off and put it away. "Hey, this was just a how-to video. No porn until you're eighteen," he jokingly scolded.

"Twelve," I negotiated, knowing that my twelfth birthday was less than one week away.

"Pft, not a chance," dad said with a laugh. "Maybe when you're *at least* fourteen we can talk about it."

"Fiiine," I said, not actually all that bothered: all things considered, it was no contest that I would take Max over porn any day. At that moment though, a thought did occur to me. "How come that vet got to have sex with a dog and I can't?"

"Theeey were doing it as their job," dad tried to explain.

"That's a *job*? Can I have that job?" I asked.

"Heh. Not exactly how it works Ty. You *are* good with animals though, so, maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea when you're older."

I nodded, and lied back down on the floor, face to face with Max. I leaned forward and kissed him on the chin, and he used his big wet tongue to kiss me right back.

"Wanna try something new?" I asked him.

At that, his ears perked up.

I stood up, and he stood up with me, and he leaned forward to lick at my foxhood. I let him lick my balls a few times, not at all minding the attention, but soon I stopped him, lightly pushing his head away. He looked up at me, curious what was going on.

"Come up here bud," I told him, patting the couch. Max, familiar with this command, hopped up onto the couch and started to lie down, but I put a couple of hands underneath him to keep him standing upright on the couch. Dad, who was sitting on the far end of the couch, inched a little farther back as he watched, apparently having not expected that I would recreate the "vet table" part of the video like this.

With Max standing upright on the couch, I was standing just about eye-level with his privates.

"If he yelps, let go of him," my dad mentioned.

I nodded, mentioning that I'd definitely stop if Max seemed like he wasn't liking it.

Max, just standing on the couch and being looked at, was already wagging his tail, eager to find out what the game was here.

Carefully, I reached out and gently put a hand on his sheath. Feeling carefully, I realized that I actually could feel his penis inside, which was already a little bit hard. I slowly started rubbing Max's sheath back and forth, from the tip to the base and back, and as I did, his penis inside got a little bit harder and a little bit harder, until suddenly the tip of it popped out: as soon as it did, Max's front paws latched tight onto my arm, his chin rested pressing down against my shoulder, and he started humping at my hand, slowly the first couple times, but then quickly getting the hang of it and turning my hand into his brand new sex toy. My own tail wagging wildly, I tried to keep hold of his penis as he humped and humped, his penis already slick with pre-cum. As he went, I could feel the knot at the base of his penis swelling bigger and bigger, and once it was at its full size, his cumming really started, shooting spurt after spurt onto the couch, trembling in my hand as he stopped humping and even still continued shooting his loads. Acting quick before his cumming stopped, I knelt down, stuck my head underneath his belly, slipped his big red cock into my muzzle, and started sucking on it. The taste of it wasn't what I expected--it was a little bit like the taste of my own cum, but more metallic, almost. Max let loose with three or four more spurts of cum as I sucked on him, bobbing my head back and forth on his shaft, letting my slick tongue slide over his shaft like he'd done for me countless times already. Once he seemed like he was finished, I backed my head away from his penis, and stood upright again to give him a pat. Standing upright again, I could see that Max's tail was wagging almost as much as mine was. Panting now, Max laid down carefully on the couch, looked closely at his now-exposed red rocket, and then started carefully licking it.

Suddenly overcome with a desire to find out if I could do the same, I leaned down and tried to suck on my own penis too, which only ended up with me falling over onto the floor.

From the couch, I heard dad give me a laugh.

On the floor, I stretched out a bit, and lied on my back with my legs spread apart towards Max and dad, and using my hands as a pillow to prop up my head and face them. "Did that look right?" I asked dad, referring to the handjob I'd given to Max.

"I think you did better than the vet did," dad said, and gave me an a-okay sign.

I wagged my tail. As I waited for Max to be done licking himself, I continued to lie back on the floor, and started stroking my own penis as I watched him. I was happy to know that Max had a way to get off too now.

Every day after school, me and Max would go straight into the living room and start our fun, with dad there on the couch, sometimes watching closely or sometimes keeping half an eye on us as he worked on other stuff. On my birthday the next week, one of the presents dad got me was a bottle of lube, which felt *amazing* to use on my penis when I masturbated while making out with Max. I also used it when giving Max handjobs, and his humping and pleasurable grunts only got more and more enthusiastic. I thanked dad for the present. On Max's birthday, which was the month after mine, dad and I picked out a bunch of toys from the pet store for him: we'd tried to think of a sexy gift to get for him, but since he already had me to play with, it seemed like there wasn't much we could get him there. Every minute that I wasn't at school, me and Max were just having nonstop fun, with dad watching and answering any questions I had about sex and ferals, sometimes having to look the answeers up when I asked one he didn't know.

Yesterday, dad mentioned something interesting. "I'm going to be going out of town on a trip for work tomorrow," he said. "I should be home that night, but I'll be gone when you get home."

"Oh?" I asked. At that moment, I was sitting cross-legged naked on the floor, Max also on the floor in front of me, the two of us playing tug with a little rope.

"You and Max have been good together," dad went on. "Think I can trust you two alone for a day?"

My tail wagged fiercly as I answered, "Yeah, of course." Then quickly I added, "I mean, I don't *mind* having you here, but, it would be nice to have some alone time with Max too."

What I'd said *was* true: in a lot of ways, I'd actually grown to like that my dad was part of me and my dog's sexy time. But on the inside, there was *one* thing that I'd still kept a secret from dad. One thing that I'd wanted to try, but was too embarrassed to ask about or even just go for while he was looking: I'd been wanting to try anal for a looong time. Now that dad was going out of town for a night, this would be my chance.

Which, brings us back to today. As I open the front door, Max is there to greet me as always. Practically as soon as I step inside, he's already leading me eagerly towards the living room.

"Hehe, okay bud. Excited?" I ask him.

He wags his tail.

One time, just to be sure, I call out, "Daaaad?"

After waiting a little while, I get no answer. Me and Max really are home all alone.

After getting my shoes off I run with Max to the living room, taking all my clothes off along the way. Butt-naked, me and Max spend a few minutes on the floor wrestling a little, with him clearly trying to wrap his front paws around my arm to mount my hand.

"Hang on buddy," I tell him, then grab the bottle of lube, which sits on the floor beside the couch. I think for a second about what the best way to do this would be, and then decide on a position that in hindsight should have been obvious right away: doggy style. Naked, holding the bottle of lube, I get on my hands and knees, keeping my legs spread a bit apart. I squeeze some of the lube out of the bottle onto my other hand, and reach back and put the lube on my buttcrack. I shiver as I touch myself back there: I can't think of another time when I'd touched inside my own crack except when wiping. As I'm about to start trying to practice by putting a finger inside myself, I feel a wet nose suddenly press against my buttcheek, and take a big sniff.

I gulp, as I realize that by this point, Max knows exactly what lube is for.

Max stops sniffing, and then the next second, I feel him on top of me, his weight pressing down on my back, front paws wrapped around my upper body and his claws digging securely into the fur on my stomach: he starts humping.

"Ah! AAH!" I cry out, as I can feel his penis jab around my butt a couple times, trying to find my butthole. After taking a deep breath, and before I can change my mind, I reach my hand back, hold the tip of his big red penis steady, and guide him in the right direction: on the next thrust, he pushes himself straight into me, opening my butthole wide as I take a dick into myself for the first time. Partly it feels painful, being stretched so far so suddenly, but at the same time, the feeling of his warm penis being deep inside my butt is the most turned on I've ever felt. I moan more and more as he thrusts, pumping himself in and out of my tight little butt without holding back. Even without touching my penis, I can feel myself on the verge of cumming. I can feel the base of Max's penis getting bigger and bigger as he pumps and pumps, until he can't pull out anymore and we're stuck knotted together: right at that time, both of us start orgasming uncontrollably, me shooting load after load out onto the floor, and him shooting his loads straight inside of me. He stays there on top of me, paws wrapped tight around my stomach, as both of us catch our breath.

Eventually, he gets off of me, turns around, and tries to walk away, making both of us let out a loud yip as his knot keeps his penis tied in my butthole. I know from the times we've done this before that it'll be a few more minutes before he goes back down. As we wait, I tell him, "Thanks for being the best boyfriend ever, buddy. I love you you."

Being butt-to-butt, I can feel as his tail wags at my words.

When his knot does slide out, he turns right away and starts licking my butthole, which feels great and relaxing after what had just happened. My tail wags as he takes care of me.

For the rest of the day we play our normal games: catch, tug, blowjob, handjob, and kissing.

When dad gets home, me and Max are snuggled together on the couch under a blanket, nearly asleep. After taking a big wiff of the air in the living room, dad says, "Woof, you two have been busy today, huh?"

"Heh. Yeah," I say, and start to fall back asleep, nestled close against Max.

The next morning is Saturday, meaning that I have the day off from school, and Max and I have the day to ourself. As I wake up, Max and I are still under the blanket on the couch, naked. I can still feel my butthole throbbing from yesterday. With one hand, I reach down and back to my butt and feel inside my crack, rubbing one fingertip against my butthole. It doesn't feel like I've hurt-hurt it or anything. Max, waking up now that he's noticed I'm awake, licks my face, and I give him some kisses back.

"Good morning, Ty," dad says, as he steps into the living room holding a steaming mug of coffee. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah, slept great," I say, and give Max a little rub. "I taught Max a new trick yesterday."

"Oh?" dad asks.

"Yeah, watch," I tell him, and then get off the couch and kneel on the floor. Max, wagging his tail, slinks off of the couch as well. Dad walks over and sits at his usual spot on the far side of the couch, clearly interested but a little nervous about what kind of show he's about to get.

Just like yesterday, I get on my hands and knees, and put some lube on my butt, looking at dad as I do: I can see his eyes get a little wider, but he keeps whatever he's thinking to himself. Max, not needing to be told what to do, gets behind me and mounts me tight, and starts humping the air behind my butt. Once again, I reach a hand back and guide him towards my butthole, which is still sore from last time, but eager to try anal a second time. I let out a happy moan as Max hits his target, thrusting his canine penis straight into my sore butthole. As he pumps and pumps away at my backside, I half close my eyes from the overwhelming mix of soreness and pleasure, but also keep looking to my dad to get his reaction. At the start, he had looked scared about what was about to happen: as the show goes on however, I see him become more and more convinced of how much Max and I are enjoying this. Just like last time, me and Max both cum, with me shooting my loads slightly earlier than him this time, loving the feeling of his penis inside me.

This time when Max slides off, he doesn't try to walk off right away: the two of us stay there, butt-to-butt on the floor in front of dad.

"You *really* scared me with that one, Ty," dad admitted, smiling a little. "Very impressive, though."

"Hehe. Thanks. I'd been wanting to try anal with Max for forever, but I was too embarrassed to ask about it."

Dad nodded, and said, "I can understand that, but pleeease in the future if you're going to try anything new like that, don't be so risky about it: I'd much rather be there and make you embarrassed than not be there and find out you broke your butt."

I give my dad a laugh. As I do, Max's penis slides out of me, and he turns around and starts licking my hole. I wag my tail and stay there for a while on my hands and knees, getting pleasured by Max's tongue from behind.

When Max is done, I crawl up onto the couch and sit hugging my knees, facing my dad. "There is one more thing I wanted to try with Max," I admit.

"Oh?" dad wonders.

"Yeah," I say, and nod. "I wanted to try doing anal to him too. Do you think he would..."

Dad took a deep breath, and then took a drink from his coffee. "Some ferals like getting touched back there and some don't," dad said. "If you're going to try it, definitely go slow with him. Stop if he doesn't like it. You should start with fingering him before you go all the way."

As dad went on, telling me *how* do have anal sex with Max instead of telling me not to, I wagged my tail more and more. In my lap, my foxhood was throbbing, more ready than ever to get started.

I got off the couch and went down to Max, who was lying on his side on the floor. "Stand up bud," I told him, which was one of the commands that he'd learned during our sexy times together.

Obediently, Max stood up.

I crawled around and sat down behind him, with my face directly in front of his butt. His tail was raised, and underneath his slightly-wagging tail, I could see his butthole. Overcome with a sudden desire, I leaned forward and have his feral butthole a kiss. Max started wagging harder. Encouraged, I leaned forward again and started giving him lick after lick, turned on by how sexy I'd always found Max's backside to be, and how I was finally going at it. At one point, I slipped the tip of my tongue into his butthole, causing his tail to go down for a second. Soon though, he was back to wagging as usual.

Telling him to keep standing where he was, I reached for the lube and squeeze some onto one of my fingers, coating it all the way. Then, I put the tip of my lubed finger against his butthole, and pushed it in. As I slide myself inside, my own foxhood was pulsing uncontrollably, already close to cumming just from this fingering, barely able to wait for when me and Max would be going all the way. Max, as I slid my one finger in and out, wagged his tail slowly, clearly getting used to the feeling, and clearly liking it a bit. I pulled my finger out, and put more lube on my hand. This time when I went in, I used two fingers side by side: Max's hole stretched wider to fit my fingers. Feeling the inside of his butt, I couldn't wait any longer to put my penis in there too.

Using more lube, I coated my foxhood from my balls all the way up to my tip, trying not to cum early just from getting ready. Then, I stood up behind Max, grabbed him by the hips on either side, and lined my penis up with his feral butthole: as I thrust inside of him, I felt pleasure like I'd never experienced before. His butthole squeezed super tight around my dick, while deeper inside of him, he was unbelievably warm. Both of us wagged as I started humping my hips back and forth, sliding my dick in and out of him, feeling like I was having sex with him for the first time all over again. I moaned loudly, called Max the best boy ever, and came hard and deep inside my dog, my knot burried inside of him the same way that he'd knotted me.

After finishing, sitting stuck inside Max, I gave him reasuring pats all the way down his back, leaning down to kiss his back a few times as well.

It took my a sec to remember that dad was even in the room: I had kind of lost myself in the moment with Max. I looked over at dad, who looked back at us, smiling.

"Proud of you," dad said, his tail giving a happy little wag. "You're a good boyfriend, Ty."