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The clearing was just outside of town. It was modest in size, dotted with clusters of shrubs and ferns. Tall, thick trees surrounded it on all sides and it eventually led into a great forest that spanned northward all the way to Canada. It was a well-hidden little grove, small enough to be secluded, but perfect for a father and his son to use as their playground.

At the edge of the clearing, two pairs of little gray paws came to a halt in the grass. Scamp looked up at the trees, watching them sway for a moment. He let his panting slow down and gave the world a listen. As he continued walking, he sniffed the air for any sign of his father. Four inches of erection bounced between Scamp's legs, not yet satisfied by the three orgasms it had already been given this afternoon.

The rules were simple: if Scamp could find his father, his reward would be another orgasm. This little twist on hide-and-seek brought out the pup's inner hunter. Not once had Tramp escaped today. Scamp was relentless and focused. Even with his penis throbbing underneath him, aching to be touched, his concentration remained unbroken. Sights, sounds, smells...

There! In that bush! Scamp wasn't sure how he knew, but that's what his nose told him, and after taking another look, he thought he saw something fuzzy inside. He leapt toward the bush, his erection bouncing with him, and called out. "Found you!"

Tramp crept out with a smile. It was the same look he always gave when he had something naughty planned for his son. Knowing exactly what it meant, Scamp rolled over, exposing himself right away. He loved those sly, sexy smiles. As his father sat beside him and began massaging his little four inches, Scamp groaned and let his tongue hang out. He stared up at the shifting trees while he received his reward. Such a beautiful day, and there was no other way he'd rather spend it. With a big paw working his penis, there was almost nothing else on his mind at all... Almost...

"Hey, Dad?"

To say the two dogs shared an unusual relationship would be an understatement, but if anything, their strange habits had only made the bond stronger over the weeks. Scamp's father had certainly shown it in big ways, but there were also little things. To Scamp, the little things were what really counted. And Tramp always remembered the little things. Sometimes it was as simple as attitude or body language. When Scamp spoke up, his father lowered his head a bit and made eye contact to show him that he was interested in what his son had to say, even while his talented paw moved up and down between the pup's legs.

"It's a full moon tomorrow," said Scamp. "Are you gonna go?"

"Mhm. Would you like to come with me again?"

"... Maybe."

Tramp nuzzled his son sweetly. "You don't have to do anything while you're there. You can just watch if that's what you like."

The pup relaxed and sighed a life-is-good sigh. Lying there while his father touched him, Scamp knew he'd be off in no time with thoughts of tomorrow running through his head, and indeed, he was. "Gonna cum," he said and turned to the side so his father could aim away from him. With no means of cleaning up out here, they didn't want to get dirty. It wouldn't do to come home all crusty with semen.

Tramp watched his son twitch and moan. It seemed to get more adorable every time he saw it. He loved making Scamp feel good, and sharing these moments with him was now one of the most important things in his life. He absolutely adored connecting with him in this way as they had never connected before. Tramp rubbed the pup's belly and said, "Well, looks like it's your turn to hide," as he proudly watched his son paint the grass with sperm.

A full moon shone down on Tramp and Scamp as they crept inside the lonely old lakeside building and down the creaky stairs into its basement. Once upon a time, it had been a clothing shop, but now its foundation served as a monthly gathering place for the town's most carnal canines. Scamp could already hear them around the corner. This was only his second time here, but he knew what those sounds meant. He followed his father, staring at his balls as he led the way toward the dim light. A few lanterns hung from the low ceiling, turning a forgotten crawlspace into something much more interesting. As they rounded the corner and entered the modest little hovel, the smell of sex hit Scamp's nose and reminded him of his nerves. He loved the lusty atmosphere, and the dogs who frequented this place made him feel nothing but welcome, but part of him felt he didn't belong. He was too young... Yet, here he stood in this place where the rules of the outside world disappeared. Good turnout tonight, Scamp thought. Close to twenty dogs of both genders. Most were in the center of the room, mounting, being mounted, or otherwise occupying their muzzles or paws. From Scamp's low vantage point, it was a wall of sex that went on forever. Quite intimidating.

Tramp was no stranger to this scene, but now he had a new companion. Ordinarily, he wouldn't think to take a puppy to a sex club, especially his own son, but Scamp had matured quite a bit since their very first romp in the park. The boy was still a bit shy about participating, but he obviously enjoyed watching, and the others seemed to like him. Things would happen in their own time.

Tramp led his son off to the side, dodging greetings from the regulars who were all very glad to see them. Even next to The Tramp, Scamp felt like all eyes were on him. Last month was the same. Everyone was always so nice. Even the new faces treated him like a guest. He lost count of how many times he was asked, "How are you?" and how many times he answered back, "Fine." The attention was flattering, but it was all a bit too much.

His father brought him finally to a nice cozy corner. Just as Scamp was settling down, out of the group came Buster, who spotted him and his father right away. Scamp met the big dog's eyes as he made his way toward them. Buster's walk had a slight weariness to it, making it clear that he'd apparently just finished up. Scamp's heart sank. This was the second time he'd been to the club and the second time he'd just missed seeing Buster in action. He'd never even seen the Doberman unsheathed. As he peeked between those big brown legs, he found himself disappointed yet again. Buster's libido had been slaked for the night.

"Hiya, Tramp," the Doberman said, sitting near them. "Scampy. How's it shakin'?"

"Good," he muttered barely loud enough to be heard over the others.

"He's still a little nervous, but he wanted to come watch again," said Tramp. "How could I say no to that face?"

"A little peeping tom, huh? How cute," Buster cooed, only half-teasing.

Tramp looked toward all the sex, then down at Scamp. "Guess I'll go jump in. Will you be okay over here?"

Scamp nodded.

"Alright, pal. I won't be tying with anyone, so we can leave whenever you like. Just come get me if you want to go." Tramp gave Scamp a playful noogie and headed for the center of the room after discarding his collar. Scamp watched as his denuded father was immediately invited atop a beautiful Saluki bitch. It was almost like she'd been waiting for him. Tramp sank in right away and suddenly Scamp was watching his father having sex. Buster was getting an eyeful as well.

"So, how come you're not in there gettin' some action like your dad?"

Scamp really admired his father. To be able to mount a bitch in front of everyone like that... Each movement so coordinated, so calm and confident. He shrugged.

"You can, you know. Anytime you want."

"Yeah. I just...you know..." Scamp pawed at the floor. He wanted to. Very much. It would be so great to get in there and have fun next to The Tramp, but how? Should he simply approach and make a move? Find a random, unoccupied bitch and hope she's willing? How does a puppy go about initiating sex in a place like this? Why was he so self-conscious? Scamp sulked for a few moments before feeling a big paw on his shoulder. He looked up.

Buster motioned toward a side room. "Let's have a talk," he said, already moving.

Scamp quickly followed, suddenly not wanting to be left alone. On their way toward the little door, the two dogs passed by Tramp, who was now giving the Saluki a pounding. Buster smacked Tramp on the flank to get his attention. Tramp didn't even flinch. He looked up at Buster without stopping. "Scamp and I are gonna have a dog-to-dog talk," Buster said as he walked by his mating friend. "That okay with you, Romeo?" he called back without waiting for an answer.

"Make sure you bring him back in one piece," said a grinning, thrusting Tramp, his voice broken by each slap of his hips against her rump. Passing this close, Scamp could hear the wet sound of his father's thick cock going in and out, and it filled him with butterflies. It stayed with him even after he couldn't hear it anymore.

"Scamp..."

Scamp stopped when his name was called. He let Buster go ahead and turned back to see what his father wanted. When he got close, he could hear it again. Shlick, shlick, shlock.

"Be careful, little whirlwind," said Tramp as his bitch moaned beneath him.

Scamp was amazed how his father could nag him even while mating so intensely. It was oddly sweet...if a bit tiresome. Scamp smiled and rolled his eyes. "I promise I won't try to take him up the butt, Dad."

Tramp laughed heartily, still humping the Saluki. "I should hope not," he said before nibbling her ear. "What I mean is... Don't do anything you don't want to."

Shlock, shlick, shlock. "Heh, alright. I won't." He stayed for just a moment to listen and watch his father's hind legs power those hips forward, then turned to join Buster. "Have fun!" he called back.

"You, too!"

This space was much smaller, but other than the long pipes lining the opposite wall and a pile of rags used as bedding, it was empty. It would be nice to talk without all the commotion. Once the makeshift door was shut, Buster took a seat. "So," he started. "Feelin' a little young for this place?"

Scamp nodded his head shamefully.

"Just relax, kid." Buster plopped down on his belly. "Most of these dogs already know you. Your dad talks about you a lot."

That got Scamp's attention. "Really? Dad talks about me here?"

Buster nodded.

"What does he say?"

"What doesn't he say? When your daddy's not buried in some bitch, he likes to tell stories about you and him...and about how you can cum twenty times in a row. Those stories are the best."

Scamp grinned and blushed. He assumed he'd been mentioned a few times in passing, but to be the subject of conversation... He pictured his father lying in a circle of dogs, quietly weaving tales of their midnight trysts. The idea of all these strangers knowing so much about him made his stomach turn.

"So if it seems like everybody's watchin' you, that's why."

Scamp wasn't sure if that made him feel better or worse. "I thought it was my age."

Buster paused. "You're definitely the youngest dog I've ever seen down here, but don't worry, kid. Heck, just bein' your father's son, you're already the second most popular dog here." The Doberman shifted. All this talk and the scent from the young pup were making his sheath feel very tight. "Aaaand if you ever feel like leavin' the sidelines, I know some dogs here who'd love a chance to play with you. With what your little balls can pump out, you'd be a bigger star here than your daddy!"

Scamp tried to hide his smile. "Yeah, right."

"I'm serious, kid. Even the Tramp has his limits, which is usually when he takes a break and tells those stories about you."

The pup looked over his shoulder at the door, listening to the muffled voices and occasional moans, one of which he was sure belonged to his orgasming father.

"Heh, there goes your dad..."

Scamp looked back to see Buster staring at the door as well, almost as if he could see through it. Both of them listened to the distant moans of Tramp's climax until they stopped. The pup cleared his throat. "So you think a lot of dogs here wanna...you know...do stuff with me?"

Buster smiled wryly. "Well, I can't speak for everyone...but I do."

Scamp perked his ears at Buster. This big, strong, confident Doberman-Rottweiler mix had a soft spot for him? "Really?"

"Oh, yes," Buster said with a nod.

How freely the big dog admitted it! Scamp was old enough and wise enough to know that having sex with a puppy was frowned upon by many dogs, but Buster confessed to it like it was nothing. Scamp suddenly felt very bashful. In fact, it was not unlike the feeling he got when his dad came upstairs to do naughty things to him in the middle of the night.

"Whaddya say we have a little fun in here? Just me and you. You and me. It'll help you get used to...'doing stuff' in a place like this." Buster didn't wait for an answer, snaking a paw around Scamp's forelegs and down to his belly. That big brown paw swallowed up Scamp's little sheath as it began gently rubbing.

The pup shivered. Except for his father, this was the first time a grownup had ever touched him there. Buster's paw felt different. Big and meaty. Bigger than his father's. It felt stronger, but it was just as gentle. He looked down and saw the big paw caressing and tickling, then looked up to meet Buster's eyes. He liked this, but he was still nervous, feeling very small in Buster's shadow.

Out of nowhere, Buster stopped his rubbing and pushed Scamp backward, gently settling him to the floor. The paw returned to his sheath, only this time, it pulled down to reveal the hardened penis inside.

Scamp was nearly trembling. "What are you doing?"

Buster licked his lips. "You don't strike me as the type to jump in with all four feet, so I'm gonna teach you how." He immediately dove down and began suckling the entirety of the pup's four inches.

Scamp's paws hit the floor as his sensitive pink flesh was suddenly molested. He always loved it when his father did this to him, and Buster's muzzle was just as talented at delivering that pleasure. Scamp offered no resistance at all, already feeling his erection filling out. It was absolutely spine-tingling! The pup let himself relax as Buster worked silently between his legs. His head rested on the floor, and he could see the door behind him, upside down. It reminded him of the way he watched the door to his room at home while Dad sucked his cock just like this. He looked up at Buster and offered a weak protest. "But anyone could walk in and see us..."

Buster took his mouth off the boy long enough to smirk at him and say, "Exciting, ain't it?" Then he went right back to work.

Scamp squeaked a little as Buster sucked him all the way down to the knot again. That big tongue raking up and down the flesh of his penis was quickly making him forget about where they were. Buster's tongue was no joke. The pup was helpless. "I didn't even know you liked me...that way..."

Buster stopped for a moment and held Scamp's cock by the tip while he lapped at his little knot. "Actually," he said between aggressive licks. "I've wanted to do this..." lick, "since I first saw you..." lick, "poking your head..." lick, "outta that fence..."

Scamp remembered the wink Buster had given him that day and shivered, partially from the knot licking. "Why didn't you?"

"Couldn't get you alone. I dropped hints, but nothin' seemed to stick. Figured you weren't open to it, so I gave up." He went back to sucking.

With his cock in Buster's mouth again, Scamp desperately wished he'd been more perceptive. He relaxed a bit, thinking back to those days. The way Buster had looked at him, winked at him... All the close contact... The way he sometimes rested a paw on Scamp's back and pulled him close to talk. "Now that you mention it...I think I remember a couple things."

"Ain't hindsight a bitch?" Buster let his paw take over again. "Speakin' of bitches, I can recommend one if you wanna try her out sometime. She's nice and tight," he said, squeezing Scamp's knot to emphasize the word.

Scamp twitched, getting closer and closer to cumming. "Who is she?" he asked shyly.

Buster smiled at Scamp's nervous curiosity. "Border Collie. Name's Roxy."

Scamp thought. He couldn't remember any Border Collies. "Would she...do it with me?"

"Heh, don't worry. She'd love to get her paws on you. She really likes your dad's stories. Every time he tells one, she just sits there rubbing herself. Pretty shameless about it, too." Buster lifted a leg and pretended to massage his imaginary vulva. "Oh, Scamp. Oh, Scamp!" he moaned in a girly voice.

Of course, Buster's impression was silly and exaggerated, but after a bit of a giggle, Scamp still had to ask. "She doesn't really moan my name does she?"

"She might as well. Everyone knows she's got the hots for ya."

Scamp looked off into the distance for a moment, clearly imagining this mystery female masturbating to the mere idea of him. Just as a seed of confidence began to grow, Scamp pushed it back down. "I don't know if I wanna go that far yet."

"Well, it'll have to be next month, anyway. She was a no-show tonight, which is odd. She's a regular every month. Wasn't here last time, either. Hope her humans didn't catch on."

Scamp looked down, noticing that Buster's paw had slowed to a halt.

Buster must have noticed too, because he started again, fast and hard. "But who knows? Maybe she's just late. Maybe you'll get a chance to feel that tight pussy tonight after all. That is...if I don't get to her first and stretch her out," he teased, licking Scamp's little balls.

Scamp giggled. "Yeah, I bet you're pretty big down there." He always tried to sound mature when he said things like that, but he could never tell if it worked.

Buster's ears twitched. Even with his tongue all over Scamp's nether regions, those words sounded so wonderful coming from the offspring of his former rival. "Well, I don't like to brag," he lied, "but I'm actually a little bigger than The Tramp."

Scamp's heart leapt. "Whoa! Really?"

"Wanna see?"

"Yeah!"

"Gotta cum for me first."

Scamp whined a little.

"Come on, Scamparoo. Show me your sperm and I'll show you my cock."

"Kay..."

"Gettin' close?"

"Mhm... Real close..."

Buster's excited eyes fell to the pup's collar. "We better take this off, then," he said, slowly making a move for it.

Scamp watched the big dog's maw come closer and closer to his neck. He remembered that day in the alley when Buster had stripped Scamp of his collar as part of his initiation into the now-defunct Junkyard Dogs. He allowed himself to worry as he recalled how rough and aggressive Buster had been about it, but when Buster's teeth locked around it this time, it felt very different. Buster pulled, but not too hard. With very little effort (it never really fit quite right), Scamp's badge of faith and respectability was slowly stretched over his head and removed without any growling or shaking. When he heard it hit the floor, he looked over at it and thought how uncharacteristically gentle Buster was acting tonight.

Once Scamp was naked, Buster's paw began a rhythm on that little cock that he didn't intend to break until it was covered in sperm. He concentrated his strokes on the tip, nearly overstimulating it, and the reaction he got was exactly what he'd hoped for. That helpless puppy face was adorable. Scamp moaned and twitched. His eyelids drooped. His back legs kicked at the air. And Buster watched all this from just above. "You are so cute," he almost whispered.

Scamp was beyond trying to act cool. "Keep going," he begged. The paw on his penis was bringing him so much pleasure, he wasn't sure he could stand it. He was close enough now that he could feel it behind the base of his tail, ready to swell up and explode out of him. "Feels so good... So good," he babbled.

A familiar voice echoed outside the room again. Here at the club, Tramp could be as loud as he liked. He took advantage of that, shamelessly expressing his second orgasm with a series of loud, shuddery moans that were both easily audible and perfectly recognizable, even through the door.

"Sounds like Daddy's having fun out there," said Buster. "Wonder how much he's pumping out right now... How hard he's squirting..." He paused to lap at the tip a few times. "You know, he says your sperm tastes good. Can't wait to find out."

"Mmmhh!" Scamp found himself slipping into orgasm almost immediately after Buster said that. The meaty paw was treating him so well, and Scamp rewarded it with a big stream of young, thick goo.

The Dobie above him watched the first two squirts shoot up and draw little white lines on his paw. "Aha! There ya go!" Buster dove down and suckled the spurting organ for a few moments before declaring, "You're delicious," and licking his lips. "It's almost sweet! That's somethin' else!" he said before putting his mouth back on the pup and drinking more of him.

Scamp always loved how sensitive his penis became during orgasm. A long, satisfied moan escaped his chest as he was sucked like a straw. His back arched and he braced his paws against the top of Buster's head. He could hear the big Doberman shamelessly swallowing every stream. Scamp wanted to say something. Something sexy. But he was helpless while being tongue-milked like this.

Buster came back up for air. "Oh yeah, you're gonna be popular with cum that tasty..." Finally, the pup's climax ended, much to Buster's disappointment. "Aw, I want more..." He licked at the sensitive young flesh, trying to tease the kid into another session. "And rumor has it, you can deliver."

Scamp had to make an effort to focus his eyes after that. "Hey, you promised you'd show me your cock." He'd never talked himself out of seconds before, but he'd been waiting to see this for a very long time.

"Yeah, I guess I did." And just like that, Buster sat up and unsheathed himself.

The pup nearly flinched at the sudden reveal of such a sizeable thing. A shiny bead of precum clung to the tip of the already mostly-hard Doberman penis. The organ reached its full size in no time and Scamp marveled at it. Everything about it was beautiful. Perfect form, perfect color...and big! Hard to say exactly how big, but definitely bigger than Tramp. Even so, his knot was entirely proportional to the rest of it. No odd shapes or unsightly veins. If there had been such a thing as canine penile modeling, Buster would be a superstar.

Buster sat proudly, enjoying every moment of Scamp's reaction. "Pretty, ain't it?"

In awe, Scamp rolled upright. He couldn't believe he was finally seeing it. 'Pretty' was an understatement. Scamp felt himself drifting towards it before he realized he'd even gotten to his feet. Soon the beautiful thing was within reach. It looked bigger up close. Asking permission seemed silly now. He had to touch it. Without a moment's hesitation, he did. Just one paw at first...then the other, sitting on his hind legs and using the penis itself for balance - exactly the way he did it with his father. It struck him that this was the first time he'd ever done anything naughty with anyone outside his own family. There would be a lot of firsts tonight, he predicted.

Scamp looked up, not exactly asking permission, but still seeking some kind of approval. Buster just gazed down and gave him one of those trademark Buster winks. The pup nearly melted as his paws circled the adult male's anatomy. He noted many similarities to his father, but also some subtle differences he was eager to explore. It made him want to touch himself, but he had another idea. The big, red, glistening thing was just begging Scamp to put his mouth on it. Again, the pup didn't ask, he just did it. He got the feeling that's what Buster liked.

And he couldn't have been more correct. Buster reeled at the feeling of Scamp's muzzle wrapping around the tip of his cock. It was almost jarring. He hadn't expected him to just go for it. Perhaps his advice was sinking in. Buster allowed himself to sigh with contentment. This was definitely the youngest tongue ever to grace his flesh. The wet, dexterous little thing was poking around his cocktip's most sensitive points as Scamp's head moved up and down. It was actually sort of adorable how Scamp hugged the big penis against his body and worked the tip this way. Buster pet the boy's head for a moment, but that didn't last. He needed both paws to steady himself, or he risked falling forward. If Buster didn't have such resolve, he was sure it would be too much. Scamp had obviously sucked off an adult male before, and the Doberman could only think of one...

"You do this for your daddy?" Buster already knew the answer. He was just trying to slow things down a little.

Scamp pulled away and looked up only for a moment. "Yeah. Just like this, too," he said with a smile and immediately resumed.

"A lot?"

Scamp mhm-ed around the thing in his mouth.

"He's a lucky dog," said Buster, still trying to keep him talking. "You really know what you're doing down there. Had a lot of practice, huh?"

Scamp just mhm-ed again without taking his muzzle away. The pup was enjoying himself far too much to talk. The taste of Buster's maleness was one of intense flavor. He couldn't describe it in a million years, but he knew he liked it. It was new, almost like going down on Dad for the first time, and just like with Dad, he couldn't get more than the tip into his muzzle...but that seemed to be plenty. He squeezed the big cock against himself with both forelegs, hoping Buster would enjoy the pressure. A twitch and a subtle moan from above suggested he was right. Scamp was overjoyed when he tasted precum. It meant he was doing a good job. The pup was not at all disappointed to discover that it tasted nearly identical to his father's. The extra tang made him drool. He was getting Buster's cock all slimy and, in turn, making himself all slimy. He could feel the big dog twitching, could see his belly flexing. Wouldn't be long now... Scamp worked faster.

Buster huffed to himself, having to make an effort to keep calm and cool. Bitches usually took their time, but it felt like Scamp was trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. Poor kid obviously had no concept of pacing. He supposed it made sense. After all, he imagined Scamp was used to doing this with Tramp in secret - in a closet or in the bushes - where every second counts and the quicker it was over, the lesser the chance they'd be caught. For a moment, he pictured Scamp at home, playing outside when Tramp comes along, snatches him into the bushes and sends him back all knotted and spent. The idea certainly didn't help calm the fire in his loins.

"Ever suck on anyone besides your dad?"

Scamp shook his head as much as he could with a cock in his mouth. "Mm-mm."

"Just me, huh?"

Buster heard another quiet "Mhm," from between his legs, Scamp breathing heavily through his nose. He made a mental note that asking Scamp 'yes' or 'no' questions obviously wouldn't slow him down. He tried one last time, now getting dangerously close. "When's the last time you sucked his cock like this?"

Scamp detached himself from Buster and looked up. "Yesterday," he said before diving right back in.

Buster gave up. There was no stopping him. Scamp looked like he was having so much fun, and Buster didn't have the heart to ask him to slow down. Instead, the Doberman felt himself tumbling over the edge. Watching the boy work, watching from above as his penis tip disappeared inside Scamp's cute muzzle...he had no willpower left. He moaned softly and erupted. It felt massive! Amazing! His body shook and he could barely keep himself from collapsing as his hips tingled. The pup had really done a number on him. Not his first orgasm of the night, of course, but definitely the best.

Scamp was used to handling the release of someone much older and larger than himself. Unless his father was particularly pent up, Scamp could usually keep it all contained, but Buster was ejaculating like he'd been saving up for a week! There was just so much of it! Still, he locked his lips around Buster's cock. He swallowed and swallowed as the big dog filled his mouth. Fortunately, like his precum, Buster's semen also tasted very much like Tramp's. So used to drinking from his father, he gulped it down almost like a reflex, enjoying the warm feeling in his throat and in his body. A few squirts spilled down his neck and trickled onto his chest, but for the most part, he drank the twitching Doberman's load until he was dry.

Finally, Scamp pushed away from Buster's cock with an audible pop and breathed deeply. He let himself fall backward, reveling in the feeling of all that cum on - and in - his body, and enjoying it too much to stay on his feet. He licked his lips and felt it practically bubbling in his belly. How much more would there have been if he'd gotten to Buster before the bitches?

"Wow..." said Buster after catching his breath, "You're really somethin' else, kid."

Scamp's jaw ached a bit. He moved it around and massaged it before swallowing the last little remnants of Buster's load that clung to his teeth. "Thanks," he said with a very proud smile.

"Mouth sore?"

"Yeah... You're a little bigger than I'm used to."

"It is big," said Buster with just a hint of ego. He leaned down and scratched the underside of the pup's muzzle. "But you handled it like a champ. Who'da thought such a small mouth could make such a big cock feel so good? They should call you 'Champ' instead of 'Scamp'."

Scamp giggled as his chin was tickled.

"Besides," he said, pointing between Scamp's legs, "you're no slouch yourself. Actually pretty big for your age."

Scamp looked down at his own penis, which was still knotted up and hard. He almost never stopped at one orgasm. "That's what Dad always says."

"Well, he ain't pullin' your leg. You're gonna be as big as him when you grow up."

Scamp smirked. "Maybe I'll be as big as you!"

Buster snorted and issued a slow, quiet laugh. "You're kinda shootin' for the moon there, kid," he teased. "Anyways, you should appreciate what you got. That little knot is the perfect size right now. You can pop that thing in and out so easy, and the girls...they go wild for that." Buster came to lie next to Scamp. He pulled him close and began gently licking all the cum off his neck and chest, relishing his own taste.

A series of little chills crept up Scamp's back as Buster's big, warm tongue caressed his fur. He'd always gotten so much enjoyment out of being cleaned this way, but he hadn't expected it from Buster. It was quite relaxing, actually. The pup's lower half was still tingling. After only one orgasm, Buster had managed to coax a lovely afterglow out of him. Even the way he cradled him while doing it made Scamp feel like he could easily drift off to sleep. It was all so strangely affectionate, reminding him very much of his father.

Many moments passed before Scamp was able to think clearly about what Buster had just said. The thought of actually being inside an adult female had never seemed like a real possibility to Scamp until now. He pictured himself smacking his hips into some random bitch out there. "How do I get someone to play with me?" he asked as he was cleaned.

"Do it like you did with me. Just go for it. Don't think about it too much," Buster said before dragging a slow, drooly lick up the side of Scamp's neck. "Everyone's heard so much about what you can do and they're eager to see it for themselves."

Still lying in comfort, Scamp turned his head to give Buster better access to his neck. "Why is everyone always so impressed when they hear how many times I can cum?"

Buster finished cleaning the pup, then sat up to scratch an itch, making his cock flop about and fling excess cum on the floor. "Hah! That's easy. You're the only one anybody knows who can do it. I mean, I can go a few times when things get heated, but twenty? That's crazy!"

Scamp's ears went limp.

"Crazy can be good," said Buster, stroking inside Scamp's thigh near his balls.

Scamp wagged his tail. "Well...it definitely feels good."

"So whaddya say, Scamparoo? Wanna head back out there?"

"I guess... I just wanna get sheathed up first."

"Alright." Buster got up and trotted toward the door, his big cock swinging beneath him.

"Wait!" Scamp called. "If you go out like that, they'll know we were in here...doing stuff."

Buster just looked over his shoulder, smirked at the pup, and exited without saying a word.