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On Sundays, everything was closed. Not even the water fountain worked. The silence was one of the many unfamiliarly confusing aspects about country life. Jr and Ron both were accustomed to the constant drone of cars, foot traffic, and the occasional group of party goers back in the city. In Forest Valley the rustling of trees and the hourly chime from the church downhill punctuated the calm. The honking of cars during morning and evening traffic jams were replaced with an amalgamation of bird songs at dawn and dusk. Gentle breezes flowed through and across fields instead of hot concrete air. The first two weeks however were no less hectic than city life for Ron and Jr.

The old dog had to obtain several building permits before receiving a team of construction workers from neighbouring villages. He was required to organise team building activities in which he participated for four days. It took him another two days to complete the estimated budget for the entire project. After setting up the site and acquiring all the materials and machinery, Ron was more than overworked. Construction of the new water tower would begin as soon as his superiors gave him the greenlight.

Jr's responsibilities in the household had grown. The small city apartment was easy enough to maintain, however with their new larger home the boy had more duties to fulfil. Along with cleaning every room, the pup was now given the task of grocery shopping, tending their new garden by pulling out weeds, and washing and hanging their laundry outside. Ron asked Jr to learn cooking as part of his new home economics subject. Soups, salads, and his Daddy's favourite; peanut butter and jam sandwich were the first recipes Ron taught his son. Biology and physics were also new topics for Jr to explore.

Needless to say, both rottweilers were swamped with new experiences and responsibilities. It was unsurprising that one night, both father son lay separately in their own beds reminiscing about their past lives, especially that one particular day, two years ago:

The traffic light just turned red as Jr hastily stopped at the junction. Some pigeons flew by as the pup tried to catch his breath. Nearly 6pm. He looked up at the large tower from which crowds after crowds entered and exited from. The mall was packed with many discrete Daddies out with their children. Jr made his way through the ground floor and slid into the back stall of the toilets by the bottom of the far-left entrance. The lock shut, tight.

Ron went for a beer run, leaving earlier from his office. It was a bit crowded as the burly father entered through the rotation doors. He saw some families browsing through stores. The rottweiler sighed longingly. It was hard after her passing, both emotionally and physically. He made due with beer and mindless anonymous sex. Ron's thick member sprung to life. He needed to get blown now. The older rottweiler adjusted his cap, then his crotch. Off to the gloryhole it was.

A set of paw digits clung onto the edge of the hole. Ron's buckle rattled open. He caught a glance at a familiar green T-shirt. His view soon disappeared as he shoved his now bare sheath, damp and pulsating into the duct tape rimmed hole. The small pair of paws started to massage and play with his wet canine cock tip, coaxing it out from the musky skin. A wet tongue followed soon after, making Ron claw at the walls showing it down the slut's throat. A young yelp and some gagging later, Ron grinned at the age gap between them. 'Sounds about Junior's age...', he mused to himself beginning to form his knot inside the pup's snout.

Jr sucked many. But it was always hard to deep throat. He loved smelling the thick bushel of musky fur, so gagging on a juicy cock was almost worth it. This anonymous frustrated gentleman already had some grey patched making the puppy even more excited. 'Just like his old man', Jr mused to himself. The thought made him want to give this cock the best suck, lavishing it with licks and kisses before teasing the tip inside his throat as long as possible.

Ron couldn't even remember the last time someone worshipped his member as vigorously as this slut. Come to think of it, the old dog never felt a snout this small before. The paw pads that caressed his growing base felt soft. Small velvet digits around his mature puppy maker... Ron closed his eyes and pictured his own son. His own young innocent pup being wrapped around the cock that sired him. He pressed his paws against the wall and thrusted his hips closer into the hole. He imagined Junior's eyes looking up at him longingly as he suckled on his cock. Just like he used to do with his pacifier...

The flood of semen came as fast as the cock disappeared from the stall. Jr gave out a low whine as he carefully wiped the excess cum from his snout. Ron, before leaving the stall, took another quick glance back into the hole. That green t-shirt was awfully familiar... Could it have been Junior...? That dirty exhilarating thought was all Ron's cock needed to throb in approval...

The following morning, the salt and pepper dog was already passing through the thick woods with his van as Jr woke up from the glaring sun. After having finished his toast and orange juice, the pup did not find a list of tasks. Every morning, a small note was stuck on the fridge listing his homework while his father was away. Maths exercises to solve, chapters from his English novelette to read, sometimes a quiz or test hung alongside the pup's schedule. That particular morning however, the small post-it note only read - "Have a day off, love you baby boy!" The bright day started off well then, the puppy thought. Jr, being the good boy that he was and as a way of thanking him, went on to complete some chores before his Daddy came back home. The tiled kitchen floor got mopped. Shelves and tables dusted and cleaned. The short dog then collected some dirty laundry. His dad's room was slightly larger than his own containing a wide desk, a tall wardrobe and a King-sized bed at the end of which lay a pile of clothes. He set down the empty basket before filling it with Ron's jeans, tank tops, socks, and finally a couple pairs of boxer shorts. The knelt down pup's groin started to grow as he grabbed a particularly rank pair of black underwear.

The boy remembered how strong his Daddy tasted. Even after dumping a load into his maw at the petrol station, the earth tang lingered. His Daddy's thick juice had rolled and swished on his tongue that night being savoured by the pup. He peered into the fabric looking for stains. The nasty slut pulled it closer to him and pressing the fabric against his nose. A deep inhale. His eyes rolled back. The crusty texture exhilarated the boy as he rubbed his bulge. His tongue shot out to dampen the cum spots, trying desperately to suck the remnant of Ron's semen back to where it belonged, in his insatiable belly. Jr unzipped himself and let his small pup cock harden. With the underwear hanging from his snout, the puppy fished out one single white sock. It was stale, worn with holes, and had some stray brown paw fur stuck inside of it. He pulled it over himself, letting the rough fabric rub against the oozing puppy dick. Jr let himself fall onto the carpeted floor, shut his eyes, and humped the still warm sock as he indulged in his dad's filthy pheromones. He needed him again... He had to taste him again.

He needed him again... He had to feed him again. The fenced site at the top of the wooded hills already had several trees cut down, allowing diggers, bulldozers, and a large driller to be stored alongside several containers to house his construction crew. Ron stared at his computer inside of his office. Emails upon emails filled the screen. Some read urgent, some left unread. The shimmering sun behind the thick canopy of the forest flickered across his desk from the barred window. Ron rubbed in between his tired strained eyes. His right leg shaking. His trouser bump tenting. His mind roared, demanding for a day-off, for the weekend to arrive, for some well-deserved release. The adult male pulled his phone from his pocket and started typing.

[Hey baby boy! I need your faggot maw again. My balls are aching and been fucking creaming into my underwear thinking of you!!! Message me back ASAP!]

Jr huffed sprawled out on the green carpeted floor. A streak of cum matted the sock inside which his dick pulsed in the afterglow. The black boxers still engulfed his snout as he panted into them. His Daddy's scent was gone. All of it was greedily inhales into the puppy. He slowly sat up and dumped the underwear into the basket. After pulling the wet sock from himself, Jr noticed that on his wet canine cock some stray brown fur clung onto the glistening shaft. How much he would've love to be in-between his father's toes, humping away as his maw was glued to the same cock the puppy came from. He stuffed his muzzle into the sock and breathed in anew, lapping at his own semen and trying to gather as much fur from his dad's feet paws as possible. A ring jerked his floppy ears upwards. He hurried into this room the shorts still unzipped and barely hanging onto his hips. He leaped onto his bed and tugged his phone from his charger. A nasty grin appeared on his snout. Scheming fingers tapped his response.

[Hey Daddy! I want to drink your cum again please please PLEASE. I really really want your yummy juice inside of me, all over me Daddy.]

[Don't worry baby, I've got a fucking huge load to feed your greedy maw. I'll even make us a private gloryhole at my workplace!! I fucking need that hot wet maw around me NOW!]

Ron was sweating and the heat from the sun wasn't helping either. A wet spot formed on his jeans as he teased his bulge with one paw and typed with the other. He'd have to build something at the edge of the site... His team couldn't know about his perverted fantasies. He wanted that boy... He needed that young puppy's tongue covering his malehood...

"Fuck work!" He muttered and left his office.

Noon crept past as Jr was, with great sadness, hanging the clean clothes up in the garden. His bare paws balanced on a stool. Wooden pins jutted from his lips while he held up Ron's jersey he had been wearing as PJs. Half a dozen potted flowers just barely started to blossom on the lawn. Jr hopped down. He carried the empty basket back to the bathroom. The smell of tomato soup was accompanied by the sound of a thick broth boiling away. The puppy turned off the stove and carefully ladled himself a bowl of warm hot brew. Suddenly the familiar rumble of his dad's car engine emerged from the driveway. A thud. The jingle of keys echoed across the hallway.

"Daddy?" the puppy's head peeked out from the kitchen door.

"I'm home, baby boy!" Ron shouted as he kicked off his boots. The cool air enveloped his socked paws. He could feel the residual heat rising from his shoes. "Did you have a good morning?"

"Yes Daddy!" Jr walked over to his father who was hanging up his jacket.

He gave his son a pet on the head. A small paw took his before being led to the kitchen. The pot, still bubbling and steaming, looked inviting. Ron filled himself a bowl before setting it on the table next to Jr's. A cool bottle of beer had droplets condensing and rolling down its sides. The ice clinked around in the boy's orange juice. Ron rattled on about the project to his son who nodded in agreement not fully understanding the content. The older dog beamed and gave Jr's ear a rub. He had raised a polite kind boy... He gulped down some refreshing lager, feeling his crotch stir up again.

"Daddy?"

"Y-yes Junior?"

"What is sex?" the innocent expression on his son's eyes hid his crafty and sly intentions. He spooned another sip of soup and carefully watched as his Daddy tried to gather his thoughts. Ron took another gulp of alcohol. He told his boy they would have plenty of time to discuss about intercourse when Jr had reached that particular chapter his new biology book.

After lunch, Ron decided to finish the pack of cool beverage on the terrace. The laundry swayed in the wind as he reclined on the seat. His trousers and shirt all placed beside him as he sunbathed in his baggy boxers. The cold bottle rested on his round muscle gut. One of his paws placed behind his head. He took a deep breath. The faint smell of roses woke him from his relaxed trance. The rottweiler glanced over at the young flower buds. Vivid colours only begun to shyly peek out from its green leaves. Some yellow, some pink, others a deep shade of red reminding him of his canine cock that would peek out from the sheath when half aroused. Ron's thoughts moved to the image of his son. How quickly Junior had grown. How mature and smart his son was at that age. 'Junior must have a lot of questions. Why not give him the talk now...?' he wondered.

Jr in the meantime snuck to the front door and pressed his nose into his dad's boot, dipping his snout into the pungent cloud of paw odour. It was still warm. The scent all too familiar to the boy. His eyes rolled back, huffing the musky fumes like paint. The greedy Dad-obsessed pup whined quietly into the steamy shoe as he grinded against the other one. The taste, the smell so different to that of his Daddy's crotch but no less thrilling. His tongue ran along the inside of the soggy sole. Wonderfully strong aromas assaulted his senses. He nearly blanked out before a familiar voice woke him from his intoxicated trance.

"JUNIOR? Come here please!"

Jr had to compose himself. He hurriedly padded down his snout making his way down the hallway. The son gave his paws one deep inhale before poking his head out into the garden.

"Yes Daddy?"

"Come sit with me son. I think I might have been too hasty before." Ron sat up and padded his lap.

Jr couldn't help but hide that smirk, that knowing grin that stretched across his muzzle. The boy made himself comfortable on the firm thighs of his father. Ron not only noticed an oddly recognisable smell, he could not figure out, but also the soft grinding butt of his son as Jr adjusted himself on his legs... He coughed thinking nothing of it.

"So... you want to know about sex?"

"...uhm..." Jr had to play it safe. He had to find the right words to entice his Daddy...

"It's okay baby boy. Nothing to be embarrassed about." Ron reassured his son.

"Where do puppies come from?" Jr asked and gave his dad a barely noticeable, innocent grind. He already felt Ron's groin stiffening against his virgin rear.

"...ahem... So when two people love each other, they come together and have sexual intercourse."

"What is sexual intercourse?"

"Sex, baby boy."

"Oh..." Jr played his daddy like a flute. He could feel his breath become heavier against his back. The boy felt how the thick member strained against his young butt.

"What is sex?" Jr repeated.

"Well, when you are growing, you'll get certain urges...", Ron explained.

'Like the urge to suck cock.' Jr added in his mind.

"Those urges come from, in your case, your penis or from the vagina in females." The mature greying dog continued.

'And from my tailhole.' Jr 'adjusted' himself on his daddy's lap again.

"Ahem... So a penis and a vagina are both genitals. To get a puppy, you need to penetrate..."

Jr grinded again.

"... p-penetrate a vagina with a penis. But sex can be a lot of things, baby boy!"

If the afternoon sun had not made Ron sweat, this talk would definitely bring about damp armpits and a panting tongue. The father took several sips of beer during this explanation, trying to ignore his expanding sheath. He placed his muzzle on top of his son's head, pulling him close. That scent... so familiar... All these questions only made Ron hornier. His cock jumped at the feeling of Jr's wagging tail. His balls churned each time Ron imagined his 'secret' lover's maw on his hot rod. The old dog was flustered. He needed to rut... to rut a young boy... a young pup like his son... One of his balls suddenly popped free from his shorts as Jr re-adjusted himself on top of Ron's lap. 'Is he doing this on purpose?' The dog asked himself... Ron tried to discretely pull his plump aching ball back but was interrupted.

"Sex can be other things too? Like what Daddy?" Jr barked happily. The puppy couldn't hold his drool back anymore. He wiped the sides of his muzzle as he knew his own father was hardening the more his rear caressed Ron's crotch, filling his Daddy's mind with perverted thoughts. Ron's heart fluttered, nearly jumping out of his chest. The mature rottweiler already emptied his drink and was growing nervous. He had to cum... He couldn't properly teach Jr about sex in this state...

"Hey, I thought I gave you a day off. How about you go play, baby boy?"

'Play with your cock maybe...' Jr gently turned around. His virgin ass never leaving his father's groin. He planted his feet paws at either side of his Daddy before giving him a hug. This small muzzle pressed and rubbed against Ron's pec. The boy's nose dangerously and tantalisingly close to his musky armpit. Ron grunted in surprise (and in lust) before chuckling and rubbing his boy's back.

"Okay Daddy!" Jr announced, jumping from his father's lap and disappeared into their house. Ron swiftly pulled his ball back into his boxer shorts and adjusted himself. He was more of a pervert than he thought he was. Jr become sexier and sexier by the day, Ron remarked. His bouncing tush beckoned him seductively. He needed some boy butt... His body heated up preparing the mature dog for rut. The outline of his fat sheath along his bulge caught a small breeze, futilely trying to sooth the rottweiler's burning loins.

Dinner was spent outside under the soft shine of the setting sun. A pot of chilli and some home-made garlic baguettes later, the pair of rottweilers reclined on the deck chairs. The small pair of reading glasses were again at the end of the stout muzzle as Ron flew over the local paper. The large sheets folded around his firm round beer gut. One article reported on an invading insect species Forest Valley was experiencing. Another outlines the requirements for that year's giant vegetable competition followed by a small section on how to grow the largest watermelon. Jr however almost buried his nose into his phone screen, browsing through the Internet. One website was a collection of incest stories, some fictional, others were real experiences. Another was a forum helping sons find sugar daddies along with a section on how to make frustrated males grow harder and more lustful for young tail holes. Some of those advices were;

'I found out that if you find one that is divorced, you are in for a treat'

'...the trick is to show enough, to give him just enough so he will want more.'

'Say yes only a few times. Don't be too eager. Those pervs love the hunt!'

'Once I told a daddy I would be away for a month... I wasn't btw ;) That hungry beastly look he had when we finally met again... Give it a try, boys. You'll get a night to remember!'

"That's a good idea!" Ron exclaimed, adjusting the papers before folding it in half. Jr's floppy ears jerked up. He swiftly locked his phone. The pup gave his dad an inquisitive look as Ron turned to show Jr a picture of a wooded trail.

"What is that?" the puppy asked.

"It says here AHEM 'Green Walk is a perfect way to spend time with family and friends. Explore our town's famous woodlands and our surrounding villages with a two-day hike.' Doesn't that sound fun, Junior?" Ron explained with gusto before giving his son's ear a loving caress.

Jr nodded, eager to spend more time with his Daddy. He leaned into his rubbings and wagged. That loving touch... he wanted his dad's paw all over his body. Those rough pads felt amazing. Jr closed his eyes and dwelled on his father's touch. The boy needed those strong paws to take hold of his budding body and to use him like a toy. With a deep crimson blush, Jr hesitantly stood up before announcing he was tired. Jr was about to pick up the dirty dishes before Ron grabbed his arm. He let out a surprised yet lustful yip.

"You go sleep baby! Let Daddy clean up."

At night, Jr was fast asleep. His body sprawled on his bed with Ron's newly washed thus scentless jersey. The little tongue, that had tasted and swallowed numerous loads, hung from his brown muzzle. His ears lay flat across his pillow. His youthful sheath making a small tent which was already wet from pawing off. It was the first time Ron used Daddy to refer to himself in front of Ron (in person at least). Hearing it had set of fireworks inside of Jr that only could be extinguished by humping his small paw.

It was dark. Ron took of the yellow gloves as the plates and pots dried next to their kitchen sink. He wiped his brow and contently sighed. He still had to pack for their father-son hike the following day, Ron noted. 'We need food, lots of water, clothes, and ... oh fuck! Toilet paper!' Ron carefully moved down the dimly lit hallway. He passed Jr's bedroom and paused, listening to the slow breathing of his boy. He smiled to himself, then grinned. The mobile screen lit up his old tired face in a light blue hue. His young lover had replied an hour ago.

[Hey Daddy... I am away for a month! Going on a trip. So, we can't see each other anymore...]

[Fuck... I don't think I can last that long without your maw, baby boy!! I can already feel my rut coming. I'm gonna breed you, lil pup! Message me as soon as you are back.]

He tapped "Send". He locked his screen. He heard a noise... A faint ring inside of Jr's room. Ron's curiosity took hold of his body, guiding his paw to the door handle before pushing it open. His head slid into his room, far enough to see his boy drooling onto the pillow. He noticed Jr's new phone screen facing up and lit. He recognised his own email address. He read his own words. Dirty nasty words sent to his own son. Ron softly closed the door before pressing his back against it. His heart pounded. His cock swelled. After a moment of gathering his thoughts and emotions, Ron finally mused to himself: 'That damn sly boy is a pervert. Just like his old man.'

Author's Note: Thank you so much for (hopefully) enjoying Apples and Trees up until now. I am still trying to flesh out theses characters (which maybe in the future I'll commission some artists to do a visual rendition of Ron and Junior). I, too, hope one day Ron can finally breed his son. But I don't want to jump right in, yet. Thank you so so much for reading x *kisses for all*