FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

This story was written as Day 7 of Kinktober 2019 for AlSong. Today's theme was Incest, and the story contains M/M sex and incestuous romance between consenting adults.

His Perfect First

Seamus couldn't deny that he had been happy when his son had dropped out of college. He knew it might have seemed like a strange and selfish thing to be glad about, but at the same time he knew how much Shawn had been struggling, and was proud of the younger coyote for being mature enough to make that tough decision to put his mental health before his career prospects. Shawn had excelled in class. He'd always been an incredibly smart and capable person, and had gotten top grades throughout high school and his time at college. But, socially speaking he had never been nearly as successful. He wasn't outgoing, he wasn't eager to try new things, and while to the best of Seamus' knowledge Shawn had never been unfriendly or unwelcoming of others who had tried to get to know him, he was simply more comfortable interacting with people either through a computer screen and keyboard... or, simply spending time with his father.

When Shawn had returned home though, Seamus' heart swelled as he saw what a good choice Shawn had made. The younger coyote was so glad to be away from all the social obligations of college; dorm life, roommates and near constant exposure to strangers in the large city where his college's campus had been based, that he was so gloriously and visibly happy when finally he got back home. Over the next few months father and son grew closer, and spent even more time together than they had while Shawn was growing up. They hung out together, laughed and joked together like friends as much as family, and Seamus marvelled at just how warm and kind and sweet a man he had raised, even if much of that warmth seemed to be reserved for when he and Shawn were alone together.

Exactly when Seamus became aware that there was something more to how Shawn felt than just familial love and a mutually trusting friendship, he wasn't sure. Thinking back on it, there had been signs probably as far back as the first Christmas break when Shawn had returned from his first college semester. Nights when they'd watched movies together and Shawn had curled up on the couch beside his father, cuddling shamelessly, wordlessly up to him and falling asleep with his head on his father's strong, broad chest. Long, lingering hugs, and moments when Seamus had caught Shawn just looking at him as he sat around or went about some household task, such a reverent, awe-struck look upon the younger coyote's face that it had made him blush.

As time had passed though, when he and Shawn spoke on the phone or over video chat and especially when Shawn was home for summer and other breaks, those initial signs had grown into others much harder to discount. Shawn had started to answer his video calls in just his underwear, and wear nothing but boxer-briefs almost exclusively when home with his dad. In the mornings he had wandered downstairs with obvious morning wood, not saying a word about it and leaving Seamus to blush and avert his eyes, though helplessly stealing the occasional guilty glance, mingled with an odd pride at what his son clearly had to offer, taking after him to at least some degree. After the first time he walked in on Shawn masturbating in the living room while watching porn, gay porn, on his laptop, Seamus had found himself catching his son in the act more and more in the weeks that followed before Shawn headed back to college, almost like Shawn was placing himself in situations where he could be more easily found out. And after Shawn had quit college and returned home, many a night had ended with Shawn kissing his dad on the cheek, rising to his feet from where they had been curled up on the couch, and heading to bed with his cock already rock hard in his underwear.

Inevitably, when Seamus had moved to go to bed not long afterwards on those myriad occasions, he'd walk past his son's wide open bedroom door to see Shawn lying flat on his back upon his bed, totally naked with his rich red canine cock in one hand and his straining, engorged knot being squeezed and massaged by the other. He'd see his son's hips lift off the bed, back arching, rounded, plump belly and throbbing cock reaching skyward, and hear Shawn moan so happily, so shamelessly in his father's presence. And before long, the older, more burly coyote felt himself being worn down even though Shawn hadn't once said a word to him about any of this. He felt himself getting hard in his jeans or the loose cargo shorts he sometimes wore in the evenings, anticipating Shawn heading off to bed and the sights and sounds of his gorgeous son in pleasure. He lingered in the hallway as Shawn masturbated, and on the occasions where he found his son naked, hard and pleasuring himself in other parts of the house at other times than late at night, he said nothing as Shawn just looked at him, smiled, and kept on going while his father just stood and watched, his own cock tenting rapidly each and every time.

It had only been last week however that a new barrier had been crossed, when for the first time Shawn had caught Seamus masturbating, rather than the other way around. The older coyote had just turned in for the night, and after seeing and hearing Shawn's eager, reliably timed nightly self-pleasure, he had done as he often did by that point and retired to bed to indulge in fantasies that dared not be spoken aloud featuring himself and, to his lingering shame, his son. Barely five minutes into his normally fifteen or twenty minute long sessions though, Seamus enjoying building up the fantasy in his head no matter how guilty it might have made him feel after the fact, the bedroom door had swung open and Shawn had stood there, frozen in awe with his own body naked and his own cock still rock hard, as Seamus lay there with his thirteen inch cock throbbing in the grasp of one strong paw while the other groped and fondled his huge, veritably grapefruit-sized testicles.

"W-what... what is it, son?"

Seamus didn't know how he'd managed to ask that question in that moment, with his hands still moving, still masturbating himself. Nor did he know how Shawn had managed to respond, even as the younger coyote's own paws moving back to his own nine inches in their familiar stance.

"N-nhh... nothing, dad. I... I mean, I just... I just w-wanted to... to come and see you. And, t-to tell you that... oh, god... that I love you."

For almost thirty seconds they remained silent after that kind yet deeply intense, overwhelmingly lewd admission from Shawn, both gently, continually stroking their cocks as they stared at each other in wonder and obvious, shameless desire. After Seamus had murmured breathlessly back though...

"I... oh, Shawn. Son. I love you too..."

...the younger coyote's eyes had bulged, and as a strangled yelp had escaped his lips he'd bashfully, desperately pulled the door shut between them. Only the following morning did Seamus find out why, though he had suspected as much in the moment. He opened the door, and outside, streaked liberally across the exterior of the door and resting in dried on, dark spots upon the upstairs hallway's cream carpet, were the obvious signs of Shawn having cum right then and there in response to his words.

For the next six days, the tension had built higher and higher, to ever greater extremes. Rather than being awkward or terrified around one another, the two coyotes had grown more bold, even flirtatious. They lay on the couch at night both in their underwear and both rock hard, watching each other much more than the movie on TV. Seamus stepped up behind his son as Shawn made dinner one night, cuddled him, and rocked his hips against Shawn's plump, gorgeous ass. On Thursday afternoon, after having been working in the garden together shirtless for a couple of hours, Shawn stretched, glanced over at his father, and murmured softly...

"I'm gonna go jerk off, be back in like ten minutes."

...before strolling away like it was the most natural thing in the world. And on Friday, the night before their lives changed forever, Shawn slipped into the bathroom as Seamus found himself showering with the door open and his cock rigid in anticipation of his son possibly walking past. He took off his clothes, stepped into the shower with his father, and as their cocks brushed up against one another with breathless glee from both men, they kissed deeply before Shawn staggered away, trembling and grinning, and left Seamus able to do nothing but sink to his knees right there in the shower, grab his cock in both hands, and make himself cum in barely thirty seconds as he recalled the feel of his son's tongue in his muzzle, and the throbbing of Shawn's own cock against his.

Finally though, after all that intimacy, all that passion, and all those nights where Shawn had proven to his father over and over and over again that his love for him reached depths and extremes far greater than he dared to express all at once, the illusion crumbled once and for all. And when it did so, it didn't give way in a flurry of passion, with room for discussion of consequences and regrets left till after the fact. Indeed, it happened more calmly and sensibly than perhaps either one of the coyotes could ever have imagined, as they sat eating dinner together upon the couch and watching some quiz show on TV.

"Hey, dad?"

Setting his plate down and leaning back on the couch, shirtless and with only his boxer-briefs covering his midsection, albeit not visibly aroused in that moment, Shawn looked at his father with nervous hope that made Seamus' heart flutter in anticipation even before he could so much as nod in acknowledgement.

"Yeah, Shawn?"

The younger coyote smiled, reached out, and slipped one of his hands into one of Seamus' own as his father set down his plate, and took the offered hand warmly, lacing his fingers through those of his son's paw without hesitation.

"I promise, I'd never tell anyone."

Both their faces flushed crimson, but neither of them looked away. Neither of them flinched, or tried to withdraw their hand from the other's own. In fact, their grip on one another only grew tighter, yet more tender still in the process.

"Neither would I, s-son."

Another moment of silence filled the room, awed, wondrous silence. Then, soft and quiet, though again without shame, Shawn spoke.

"I... I've never... I never wanted to. Not with anyone even after I went to college. Never anyone, b-but... but you."

Seamus took a deep breath, closing his eyes to consider how to react to that admission. Not wanting to embarrass or shame his son with his surprise, or to let slip his overwhelming joy at what Shawn seemed to be suggesting with that admission.

"Would you like to?"

He heard the words slipping from his muzzle almost without realising that he was the one speaking them, and as his eyes fluttered open and he saw his son tearfully beaming, nodding at him with desperate gratitude and hope, nothing in the world could have kept Seamus from wrapping his free arm around his son's plump body, pulling him close, and giving him the deepest, longest kiss he had shared with anyone since the passing of Shawn's mother just three years after their son was born.

After that, everything was simultaneously an absolute blur and captured in vivid detail, locked away in both coyotes' minds for the rest of time even as each moment of their first time together raced past. Right there on the couch with their dinners forgotten, Seamus heard his son's laughter as he bowled him over turn to moans as his lips kissed their way over Shawn's soft, plump chest and fluffy, rounded belly. A few minutes ago he might have been soft inside his underwear, but now it was tented and twitching visibly, and as Seamus pulled that single item of his son's clothing away from Shawn's body, he savoured the sight of Shawn's cock like never before while breathlessly counting down from ten in his own head, forcing himself to wait and watch for just that long before lunging forward, and hearing his son howl as he took Shawn into his muzzle.

"Oohh! Ohh god, dad! Please, I... a-aahhhyess... please!"

He could have tried to make it last, but frankly Seamus didn't want to, and he suspected that Shawn didn't either. They'd waited long enough. Teased and watched and listened and imagined enough for a lifetime, and now it was time to act. Bobbing greedily up and down on the first cock he'd sucked in years, having never had any real serious relationships since Shawn's mother but with experience of lovers both before and since her regardless of gender, Seamus flicked his tongue around the pointed tip of his son's gorgeous nine inch cock while both hands moved to Shawn's already rapidly swelling knot. He worked the knot just as he'd seen Shawn working it himself, albeit one handed on most occasions, and sure enough in barely a minute he reduced Shawn to a grunting, howling, wordlessly begging wreck squirming, shuddering and mindlessly humping his hips off the couch below.

When he heard Shawn yelp in ecstasy just as he'd heard through open bedroom doors and around the house on many occasions in the past few months, Seamus' own huge cock felt like it was going to tear through his own underwear and start cumming right then and there. His eyes rolled back, and with a guttural grunt of his own he plunged his head forward, taking every one of his son's nine inches into his muzzle until he was kissing at Shawn's knot with his son's erection buried deep inside his throat. Trembling, desperate hands grabbed at his ears, and Seamus was glad of the partial coverage as an earth-shattering howl followed, and he felt hot, thick ribbons of cum painting the inside of his throat as they poured seemingly endlessly down to his waiting, hungry belly.

Feeling, hearing, making Shawn cum would have been enough to give Seamus fantasies to fuel his every masturbation session for the rest of his life a thousand times over, but when his son's arousal surrendered to fatigue some twenty seconds of near constant spurting, throbbing, ball-draining bliss later, and Seamus drew back to look up over his son's plump belly at the younger coyote's flushed, wide-eyed, joyously panting face, Shawn knew it was that sight which would forever remain with him first and foremost. Urgently he crawled up his son's body and pressed his lips to Shawn's own, practically hoping that Shawn would be table to taste his own cum upon his breath and delight in that fact just as much as Seamus himself was in that moment. They growled loudly to one another as Shawn's legs wrapped around Seamus' hips and pulled his crotch down to grind against his son's own, then laughed together as their lips parted with a simultaneous, single worded plea.

"Bedroom?"

A minute later they raced into Shawn's room like a pair of giddy schoolgirls rather than two grown men, never mind father and son. Hand in hand they raced to the coyote's bed, and without the slightest shame Shawn pulled open his bedside cabinet to reveal not just a sizeable bottle of lube, but several toys of varied size and thickness. Seamus growled loudly.

"How come I've never seen those?"

He teased his son, grinning as Shawn blushed, but joyously so as he pulled out the lube and joined his father on the bed, kissing the older coyote deeply before lying down on his back, handing his father the lube, and shrugging playfully.

"I... I wanted some stuff to stay a surprise for when... for if this ever happened. I wanted to be ready for you. And... I am, dad. I'm so, so ready."

Seamus blushed, beamed, and began to slather his cock with liberal volumes of lube as he finally cast his underwear aside. All the while he watched Shawn lying before him, still rock hard despite having cum barely a handful of minutes before and bringing his knees up, legs spread to show himself off, to ready himself and open himself welcomingly to his father's vast thirteen inches. The larger, stronger coyote loomed over his son and fell forward onto all fours across Shawn's plump torso, grinning as his face hung over the younger male's own and Shawn craned his neck up to kiss him once again. He leaned down further still as he welcomed that kiss, briefly pressing his freshly lubricated cock to Shawn's own and grinding its slick, thick length across the other coyote's still sizeable but shorter, thinner shaft. They moaned feverishly to one another, and before Seamus could even draw back just far enough to slide his cock under his son's own tender but no doubt still eagerly aching balls, he heard Shawn gasp breathlessly, pleadingly to him.

"Dad..."

Seamus shuddered, and growled tenderly back as he aligned his cock's throbbing, drooling, rich red tip between the chubby cheeks of his son's gorgeous, quivering ass.

"Son."

He moaned loudly in return, toes curling, tail whipping wildly from side to side in the air as he rocked his hips forward, and began to sink slowly, tenderly but ceaselessly into Shawn's tight, virgin ass.

"Fuck me, dad!"

Shawn begged as his body shook beneath Seamus' weight and strength, as his ass stretched wide open but welcomed hungrily, desperately every inch that his father had to offer. His cock throbbed between their bodies. Pre-cum spurted, and a strangled howl escaped his lips as Seamus' own erection strained and grazed at Shawn's prostate for the first time.

"Please, dad! Oh god, p-please fuck me! Cum in me. I... y-you're all I've ever wanted. All I've ever dreamed about. Please, god... fuck me, dad... and n-never... oh god. Oh god , please... promise me you won't ever stop. Promise me you won't ever let anyone make us stop!"

Seamus' eyes bulged as he heard his son speak more passionately, more confidently and joyously than he had ever heard him speak before. His body shook as he saw eager, passion-fuelled tears spring to Shawn's eyes, and as he nodded, as he snarled in fatherly protectiveness and lust-stricken hunger all at once to his son, he drew back his hips, drove them sharply forward once more, and began to give Shawn not only the first wild, frenzied fucking of his entire lifetime... but the first of countless more that he swore would follow in its wake for as long as Shawn desired them.

"I promise!"

He grunted deliriously as he ploughed deep into his son, cock throbbing, balls slapping at Shawn's plump ass, feeling the younger coyote's hands grasping at his shoulders and Shawn's hot, ragged breath on his neck.

"I love you, Shawn. S-son. I... ohh god, I love you so fucking much. And no matter what it takes, n-no matter what we have to do... I'll never, never stop proving that to you. One orgasm, o-one fucking... one knotting at a time!"

By Jeeves

Like my stories? Want access to a whole host of writing weeks or even months before it appears on other sites as well as exclusive request days to get stuff written for yourself? Consider supporting me on patreon with rewards from as low as $5 per month! https://www.patreon.com/jeevesroo :D