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The front door opened, and then closed and locked. He sighed, looking around the living room; the stained couch and ratty carpet, the darkened kitchen and hallway back toward the bedrooms--bedroom--and the blown light bulb in the ceiling fan; he'd have to remember to go by the store and get a replacement sometime before Friday. There wasn't any joyful greeting, nor any padding feet or tip-tapping of clawed paws coming to greet him. For the moment, Rob was alone.

The middle-aged brick shithouse of a boar let out a gusty sigh, grunting as he cracked his neck and then his back. Another long day at the construction site had ended, leaving him tired, sweaty, and stinking with the musk of another long day of good, hard, dirty work. First things first: the boar began to strip out of his clothes right there in his living room. He pulled his sweat-soaked tank-top off, taking a moment to appreciate the spicy scent wafting from his underarms with a low moan, and then tossed it aside before working his jeans open and off his hips; his wallet, keys, and phone were pulled from the pockets and set down on the coffee table. It was the middle of the week, Wednesday in fact, so there were still a few more days before he'd be able to once again feel another's hands--his son's hands--tugging his work clothes off. Feel Mark groping his sides and gut and ass as they were revealed to the younger boar's hungry gaze. Feel his gay, incestuous lover pushing his snout into Rob's sweaty armpits and chest and the rank, heavily-stained, stinking pouch of his jockstrap.

Fuck, Rob missed his boy. It was just like after summer vacation had ended; the two had all of Mark's winter break off from college to be together--to play out their unofficial marriage, consummating it with each other at every opportunity--and now that it was over Rob's heart ached with yearning for his son; for his man.

The boar grunted as he kicked his work boots off--he took a moment to breathe in the raunchy, sweaty scent wafting up from them as well before pushing the heavy, steel-toed things against the wall near the door with his heel--and stepped out of his discarded pants. He scratched himself, starting at his lower back before digging a thick, blunt finger into the humid crack of his ample ass, and made his way into the kitchen. Dinner first, then he could settle in to while away the evening. Rob glanced at the clock, trying to remember Mark's schedule. He had a good few hours.

The meal he put together was simple, just a few microwavables and a pair of shitty frozen hamburger patties heated up in the skillet; he'd never learned to cook growing up--his pa said it was women's work--but raising a growing kid as a single father had forced him to pick a few things up. With everything piled up on a plate in one hand and an ice-cold beer gripped in the other, Rob plopped onto the couch to watch some TV while scarfing down his dinner. When his plate was licked clean and the last drop of beer had disappeared down his gullet, the boar leaned back on the couch and tried to keep himself occupied.

News. Game show. Some cartoon or other. Sitcom. Sitcom. Sitcom.

As he flipped through the channels, Rob's mind and hands wandered; as he'd started doing much more often as his relationship with his son had deepened over the past year and a half, the boar was thinking about the time he'd be able to spend with Mark starting on Friday afternoon. What they would do together. Where they would go together. Either staying in, spending the entire weekend in each others' arms as they lay in their bed, or heading out on a date; as always, Rob's old heart fluttered when he thought about it in those terms. Maybe out to a movie; they could sit together in the back row, leaning against each other and putting their focus more on each other than whatever flick they'd go to see. Maybe out to dinner; they could give each other bedroom eyes while playing footsie under the table. Maybe out to the farm a couple miles down the road; Mark had been devastated when they'd found Bud's owner and had gone down together to take the Great Dane who'd briefly become part of their family back to its home, but the younger boar's eyes had lit up when he'd seen what kind of place Bud's owner operated. What kind of man Bud's owner was.

Rob hissed. One hand moved to cup his balls through his jock pouch and squeeze. His thumb traced the length of the tent he'd sprung. The boar's eyes darted to the clock; fuck it, Mark would probably appreciate a text from dear old Daddy even if he was in class.

He reached out to grab his phone off the table, tapping at the screen a few times with the usual awkward fumbling of the older generation when faced with new technology. He smiled at the lock screen and background--pics of Mark, of course; the younger boar had teased his father about acting like a teenage chick with a crush, but that didn't stop Mark from taking pics of his incestuous lover for his own phone--and tapped on his camera. With his free hand, Rob reached down to pull the waistband of his jocks down and hook it under his sweaty ballsack, freeing his throbbing manhood; he probably could've just pulled the pouch to the side like Mark always did, but something about feeling the stiff elastic lifting his balls and rubbing on his taint thrilled the older boar in ways he couldn't describe. He made sure to take the best picture he could--the rise of his bare gut framing his erection as he gripped and stroked it, tantalizingly hiding the base from view--and, after a bit more fumbling, opened up his texts and sent it off to Mark. 'Thinkin of you son.'

He wasn't expecting the ding from his phone a few moments later, and had to pick it back up from its place on the coffee table. When he opened his texts once more, he was greeted with a dickpic in return; Mark's fat, uncut erection as seen from above, bobbing between his thighs as it jutted from the open fly of his jeans in the shadow of what looked like a long table. 'right back at u babe', with a heart punctuating the declaration.

Babe. Once more, Rob's old heart fluttered as a wide, toothy grin stretched his burning, blushing cheeks. Mark had started calling him that sometime back, adding the word to his husky, whispered affections, and it never failed to make the middle-aged man feel like a boar half his age. It was a confirmation that they were more than just father and son now, as much as the plain gold bands they both wore on their respective left ring fingers were. Hearing his boyfriend, his husband, his man whispering or crooning or casually throwing it out as they spent time together never failed to make Rob melt. 'Where are you?'

'class'. The text was followed by another pic; Mark has pushed his pants and underwear about halfway down his thighs, completely exposing his impressive manhood. He was sitting completely bare-assed on one of those blue plastic chairs that seemed to be a staple of high schools and colleges all over.

Rob's breathing quicken as he looked over the pictures. His boy was a risk-taker, and had no end of stories about his exploits. Something like secretly letting his cock out in public where anyone could see it, which would've made the older boar an anxious mess, Mark seemed to get off hard on doing. And on the occasions Mark would casually let his hands wander when they went out together--touching Rob's chest or thigh or crotch as he leaned against the older boar, and even giving the other man's ass a firm groping when he was mostly sure no one was looking--Rob could almost understand the appeal. He sighed, shaking his head even as his cock twitched and dribbled all over his gut. 'You bein careful, boy?'

'ye'. Another pic; someone's thigh and leg pressed against his under the table as the younger boar continued to let his sweaty-looking cock air out. 'got paul runnin interference'. Paul; wasn't that one of Mark's friends--fuckbuddies--on the college football team? 'n were in the back corner of the lec hall'. 'its 2 big 4 anyone 2 see us'.

'Good boy.' Even if Mark was a kinky little fucker--something he got from his Daddy, admittedly--the younger boar wasn't stupid.

'think the guys in front of me can smell it tho'. 'they keep lookin back at me'.

'You jerkin off in class, son?' Rob couldn't help letting out a deep groan as his fingertips traced the underside of his leaking cock; up and down the pulsing vein of his urethra from his balls to his drooling piss slit. He flicked and rubbed at the tender flesh under the ridge of his exposed glans, and hissed through his clenched teeth.

'hell ye'.

'You wanna stand up and show em?'_Rob took a moment to squeeze his balls, rolling the tender orbs in their leathery, fur-coated sack, and then gripped his cock once more. _'Wanna let em know you're jerkin off to your Daddy's cock?'

'fuck ye thatd b hot'

'Paul enjoyin the show?' The thought of at least one person in the room watching his boy--his fucking sexy-ass, hung son--jerking that fat cock of his sent a spurt of precum over Rob's already-soaked belly fur.

There were a few moments before his son replied, but when he did Rob flushed and felt his balls roil with lust. Another crotch shot, but this time of the guy sitting next to the younger boar; and it looked like Paul was indeed greatly enjoying the show Mark was putting on, if the massive tent in his jeans was any indication. Rob could also catch a glimpse of hooves at the end of those spread, beefy legs; bull?

The older boar gave his cock a few pumps and a firm, long squeeze. 'Fuck, look at that monster.'

'paul says thnk u'. Again, the text was punctuated with an emoji; a winking, tongue-sticking-out face.

'You ever take it, boy?' Rob chuckled; he knew the answer to that. His son was an incorrigible horndog, and campus life seemed to provide plenty of opportunities for a young man who knew his way around to find willing partners; even gay ones. The boar rubbed his fingertips over his cockhead, smearing them and his length with more of his slick precum, and then resumed his stroking with the added lubrication. It was perverted and maybe a bit shameful, but Rob loved hearing about his son's exploits--all the kinky, raunchy gay sex the older boar had never been able to have in his youth--and even as he made sure Mark knew all the regular safety precautions he remained eager to ask; and ever since he'd spotted the fat, throbbing erection his stories gave his father, Mark had remained eager to spill every dirty little detail about his college conquests.

Rob soon realized that it was taking a few minutes for Mark to respond. When he finally heard the ding, he expected some long essay about exactly what his son and Paul had done together; positions, who'd topped and who'd bottomed, whether they did anything kinky or just kept it to blowjobs and-slash-or anal. What he wasn't expecting was another ding. And another, and another, and another. When he finally opened his texts, his heart skipped a beat. Pic after pic of Mark with a broad-shouldered, muscular bull--bingo--was lined up for his viewing pleasure. Mark sticking his blunt nose into the shaggy fur under the other young man's arm, and sniffing the bulge of an obscenely-tented jockstrap. Mark straining to take the bull's fat cock down his throat, his eyes closed in bliss. Mark on his hands and knees, ass spread wide open and hole stretched around Paul's monolithic shaft; Rob took note of the condom stretched over the other young man's cock, and felt his lips twitch upward in approval. Another text: 'srry for the wait'. 'had 2 ask if hes cool w/ me sharin these'.

'No prob.' Rob gulped, fingers twitching and shaking in hesitation. 'He cool with you sharin nudes with your dad?'

'he knows we fuck'. Rob's heart jumped into his throat at the words, even as his cock spat another glob of precum while throbbing in his pumping grip. 'he likes ur pics n says he wants to fuck u 2'.

'Oh, yeah?' He stroked a little faster. 'He seen my pics, huh? You show my dick n ass off to all yer friends?'

'Jus the gay 1s'

"Mmmf." Rob took in a deep, shuddering breath. His son and his fuckbuddies were so open about everything--about being gay--that Rob couldn't help feeling a little jealous of the younger generation. And the thought of Mark telling others about their incestuous relationship--boasting proudly about him and everything the two of them had done together--sent a shiver of perverse delight shooting down his spine to throb in his aching erection. The boar hesitated for just a moment, and then typed. 'He readin this?'

'ye'.

Rob grinned. Perfect. He grunted and groaned as he sunk a little further on the couch; it was a bit of a strain on his back to curl over himself and lift one his legs, but he finally got the perfect shot of his ass. His hand gripping one plump, furry cheek. His dank, raunchy cleft spread wide open. His greasy hole right in the center of the shot, framed above by his bare, low-hanging balls and below by the base of his tail. 'If you bring him home sometime, he might get a taste a this.'

'fuck ye. you want paul n me takin turns fuckin ur sweet ass dad?'

The old boar's pounding heart felt like it would burst out of his chest to flutter away from him. 'Yeah, boy. Want you suckin each others cum outta me.'

'paul syas thatd b hot.'

Rob allowed the fantasy to fill his mind for a moment. The three of them in the living room, stripping off for each other. Rob and Mark stroking Paul's large, muscular chest; the incestuous couple perhaps sniffing one sweaty, musky armpit and sucking one ample-looking nipple each. Father and son sharing the college-aged bull's giant, heavy, virile cock; and then Rob bending over for both younger men, feeling them rutting his guts and filling him with their mingling cum. He groaned out, having to pinch just behind the head of his cock to keep from spewing his load all over himself. Not yet; the night was still young, after all.

Another ding. 'shit srry class over'.'tlk to u ltr babe'. 'paul wnats u to have this tho'. Another nude, this time of the bull alone; it looked like it had been taken in the dorms, judging by the tiny size of the bed the massive young man was trying to lounge on. One leg was crooked up, both presenting his package and hinting at the expanse of his taint underneath. And the bull had his arms resting behind his head, showing off his flexing chest--and the ample, wiry tufts of fur filling his armpits--with a cocky smile.

'Kay, text me later. N tell Paul your daddy loves his pics n wants to fuck him too.' He sent the text off with a winking emoji, and then groaned as he took slow, deep, even breaths and sat still on the couch for a long moment. Fuck, that really had riled him up. The boar supposed that it was probably a good thing they'd been interrupted; age had stolen both the stamina and libido of his youth, so it usually took Rob a while to get going again after he finished.

And tonight, Rob wanted to spend as much time as he could with his son; in the only way they could before the younger boar arrived home for the weekend in another two days.

Finally, letting out a low grunt of effort, Rob sat up and pushed himself to his feet. His jock clung to his hips, and his erection and balls bouced and jiggled with every step as he gathered up his dishes and beer bottle. After a moment of rinsing his plate in the sink and tossing his trash away--and a silent moment to sorely miss the lustful catcalling that usually accompanied him parading around with his cock out when Mark was home--he pushed the garment down and off and stepped out of it. With his musky, sweat-soaked jockstrap gathered in one hand, his phone in the other, and his nude body completely on display--not that anyone was there to appreciate it, sadly--Rob made his way into the bedroom.

The bed--his and Mark's bed--squeaked in protest as he settled on top of it, but not nearly as much as it would when they were rutting each other like a pair of horny beasts. Rob took a deep breath, in and out--appreciating the spicy, masculine stink of his own body, and wishing that it was Mark's pungent scent filling his lungs--and splayed himself. The boar lifted one arm and rested it behind his head, flexing his chest and letting out a low croon. He reached down with his other hand to cup and rub his ballsack, and squeezed his flagging cock back to full, needy erection. He let his fingertips tease over his taint and the cleft of his ass, closing his eyes so he could imagine that it was his man touching him.

Rob settled in and waited to hear back from Mark.

Finally, he heard another ding from his phone. And then another. He reached over, picking the device up off the bedside table where he'd set it, and fumbled his way to his texts. 'srry 4 the wait paul wanted to get suced'. And underneath that text, another shot of his son kneeling down before his fuckbuddy; taken from above, as if Rob was staring down at his boy in the bull's place. Mark was indeed sucking Paul off, taking that massive erection right down to the hilt; Rob could see those heavy, full-looking balls grinding on Mark's chin, and the younger boar's throat bulging around the thick shaft filling it to the brim.

'No prob. Looks fuckin tasty.' Rob licked his lips as he resumed pumping his cock.

'ye it was'. 'he got real fuckin' horny lookin at ur pics'.

'Glad to know I got a fan'. Really glad. Rob blushed as he realized the thought of another, college-aged stud--someone other than his son--getting horny over him was a lot more arousing than it probably should be.

'were u srs abt me bringin paul home?'

Rob paused in his stroking, feeling a shard of ice slide down his throat and settle into his belly when he gulped. It's not like they were completely monogamous--Mark fucked around a lot in college, and Rob was plenty understanding; his son was young, dumb, and full of cum after all, and was a sexy young man who had his pick of other sexy young men--but they hadn't ever talked about bringing other guys home with each other. There was one exception when Mark was at home, but the couple had always gone to him. The older boar gave his once-more flagging cock another squeeze, and finally replied. 'We can talk bout it face to face on friday.' 'But yeah.' 'Itd be hot, right?'

'rlly fcnkg hot'. And that seemed to open the floodgates. 'wnna see u suckng n fuckin him'. 'wanna fuc him wit u'. 'wanna suck his cum outta ur ass n let u suck his outta mine' Message after message detailing every dirty, raunchy fantasy Mark seemed to have had about Paul and his father, accompanied by more than a few emojis; hearts, tongue-sticking-out-faces, and eggplants for some reason.

And as Rob read, he fantasized about it as well. Every dirty, kinky, raunchy thing a pair of young studs and an older, musk-huffing, slutty daddy like him could do together. 'Shit where are you boy?' Rob was panting. Rob was grunting. Rob was desperate to cum.

'dorm'. Finally Rob received another pic; Mark, completely nude and splayed out on the bed in his dorm room. The younger boar looked like he was flushed and panting with needy arousal as well, his swollen cock ready to erupt all over himself.

'Jimmy around?'

'ye'. 'but not gonna fuck him while im spendin time with my hubby'.

Rob groaned out, desperately squeezing his cock as it drooled a steady stream of precum that soaked his pubic fur. All he could do was send a heart emoji in response.

'luv u, babe'. Another shot, this time of Mark's own hole. The shot was from below, so the pulsing pucker was--like Rob's had been earlier--framed by the younger boar's tailbase and plump ballsack. And in the background, past the rise of Mark's erection and gut, Rob could see his son's smiling, blushing face; his toothy, lusty, adorable grin, and the love shining in his young man's eyes.

'Love you too, babe.' His thumb hesitated over the send button. He deleted that last word and replaced it with a couple others--'son', 'boy', 'Mark'--before typing it out once more. With a flutter in his old heart, he sent it off. Then Rob took yet another pic of his ass and cock together, which was far easier to do lying down on the bed, and sent it off to his incestuous hubby. 'I want you so fuckin bad Mark.'

'want u 2 babe'. A lull in their conversation. 'u ever think about other guys over there?' Another pause, as though Mark was hesitating now. 'ever thnk bout gettin fucked while im at shcool?'

Rob took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. 'Plenty.'

'u wanna do it?' 'itd be real hot'.

Rob smiled as the knot in his gut relaxed; it seemed like Mark felt the same way he did. 'Want Daddy to really slut himself up, boy?' The older boar chuckled as he sent a tongue-sticking-out emoji. 'Don't have as many guys who wanna fuck around over here.'

'wut abt granddaddy?'

The older boar's heartbeat quickened, and his cock jumped and throbbed in his tightening grip. Granddaddy. Not Rob's own father--his pa was long dead and buried; and even if he'd confided in his son about the occasional adolescent fantasy he'd had about the man, there were no tears shed over any missed potential there--but the owner of both Bud and the farm a few miles from their house. The man--a large, plump, older donkey who'd introduced himself as Earl--certainly looked the part. His graying fur, with thick tufts of silver coating his chest and running down his soft, ample gut. His bright, smile-crinkled eyes. His open, friendly attitude. Earl had welcomed Rob and Mark into his home when they'd brought Bud back to him, and both boars had quickly found themselves falling for the older man; it helped that the donkey had greeted them in nothing but a pair of overalls and work boots, leaving his still-impressively-muscle-bound upper body bare to their peeks and glances. And then Earl had started giving the pair a few lingering glances of his own, and they'd quickly realized they had the opportunity to start something up that all three men would enjoy.

The three of them sitting on the couch in the farmhouse living room together, sharing a few beers as they got to know one another. Mark and Rob cuddling together, the older boar's arm wrapped around his son's shoulder while the younger boar's hand wandered over his father's thigh. Rob glancing to Earl, heart pounding in his chest, when Mark's fingertips had traced over his fly and his own hand had dropped down to cup his son's rump; and the shine in Earl's eyes taking on an interested, approving glint as the donkey encouraged the pair to get as comfortable as they liked, splaying his legs and letting them see the tent forming in his pants.

Rob and Mark had indeed gotten very comfortable. They'd groped each other--Mark undoing his father's fly to fish his the older boar's growing erection out, and Rob pushing his son's pants down so he could dig his fingers into the younger boar's dank cleft and taut, humid hole. They'd kissed each other passionately--like the gay, incestuous lovers they were--while Earl watched and stripped out of his overalls. They'd admitted their attraction, lust, and love for each other to the other man; and Earl, stroking his long, thick, uncut--Mark and Rob had both groaned in delight at the sight--cock, had admitted to them that was far from the kinkiest thing he'd ever seen. Or done, he'd added with a wink to match Mark's horniest, most sluttish flirtations. The three men had then moved together into a tangled pile of limbs and bodies, exploring each other with their hands and lips and tongues. Rob hadn't meant to let out the hoarse, husky whisper of 'Dad' as he'd snuffled into Earl's armpit and moved to grind his cheeks and nose all over the older man's sweaty chest, but as he'd looked up at the donkey's blushing, smiling face it had felt right; as had Mark's horny moan of 'Granddaddy' as he huffed the musk of the donkey's fat balls, rolled the older man's ample foreskin back, and latched onto Earl's smut-smeared cockhead to gulp down his freely-flowing precum.

Earl had welcomed the couple into his bedroom for a long, lusty, hazy afternoon--the first of many to come--of sucking and gay, raunchy fucking; and the two boars had welcomed Earl--their one exception, the man they both made love to when Mark came home--into their gay, raunchy, kinky, loving family.

"Mmn..." Rob moaned and panted and pumped his erection, breaking himself out of the reverie into which his mind had sunk. 'I guess. Kinda wanna make sure he can spend time with his slutty grandson too tho.' A winking emoji, followed by a heart.

'dnt wait up on me babe'. 'I know you wnt granddaddy's fat cock poundin ur sluthole'.

'Hell ya I do, babe.' Fuck, he was close. Just a little further. 'N other guys too.'

'like who?'

'Guys from the construction site.' He'd thought about them more than a few times, and had talked about them with Mark more than that; his son had even met the men a couple times when Rob--with the foreman's permission--had roped him into helping out around the site. All of them large, strong, and built; you had to be in their line of work. Grunting and groaning and toiling together in the hot sun all day. Building up that good stink with each other; the good stink Rob was eager to breathe in whenever he labored with his fellow men.

Sam, the massive black bear whose jeans were always sliding down to show off the top of his plump, furry ass; the crack Rob would sneak glances at, thinking about shoving his nose down into that tantalizingly-sweat-soaked cleft. Ralph, the hefty bison who had no qualms about embracing his fellow construction workers with a wide grin and a boisterous laugh, no matter how sweaty and raunchy he or the man he slung his arms over and around were; and Rob had to wonder if Ralph wasn't doing it on purpose to sneak in a few sniffs of manstink. Clyde, the stallion whose pants could never fully hide the weight and girth of the package his genetics had blessed him with; whenever Rob had peeked at the horse's cock when they were at the urinal trough together, the other man had always seemed like he knew that the boar couldn't resist looking.

And of course there was Spencer, the alligator foreman of their operation. The two of them had shared a few beers over their time working together, getting to know each other, and the pair could probably call themselves something pretty close to friends. But as they'd grown closer, Rob had started noticing all the glances the reptile would give him over his beer bottle, or on the construction site, or whenever the boar had his son over; was he interested? Mark claimed to know when another guy was like them--when a guy was gay and trying to hide it--and had occasionally gotten flirty with the older man as a way to 'test the waters'. And the younger boar had also gotten flirty with his father--nothing that couldn't be laughed off as accidental, of course, but enough to make both Spencer and Rob's other coworkers wonder--where Spencer could see them; and Rob couldn't be completely sure he was imagining the way the reptile's usually-flat, stern gaze would linger on and follow Mark's hands when they 'accidentally' brushed over the older boar's hips or ass or crotch. What would Spencer do if he knew Rob and his son were fucking, and had talked together more than few times about bringing the large, built, sexy gator into it?

What would Clyde do if Rob grabbed the horse's still-pissing dick right there at the urinal trough, pumping and stroking and guiding the stallion's fat manhood into his mouth? What would Ralph do if Rob let the bison feel the hard, throbbing erection the other man always gave him, and offered to let Ralph huff his manstink right out of his sweat-soaked armpits and crotch? What would Sam do if Rob tugged the bear's pants down his hips, spread the man's ample asscheeks nice and wide, and stuck his snout right up against the tight, dank pucker buried deep in that cleft that had teased him for so long? Would they be interested? Reciprocate? Would they pull their cocks out to let him suck them off and get his fill of their musk and cum? Would they fuck him, and let him fuck them in return?

"Fuck... fuck...!" Faster. Harder. Tighter. Rob squeezed around his twitching length as he felt the springcoil in his gut wind tighter and tighter. His balls drew up. His cock jumped and throbbed. The spring snapped, and he threw his head back and roared out his orgasm as his manhood erupted. "Fuck!" Far away, through the haze that had engulfed his racing thoughts, he could feel the splattering of his warm spunk all over his belly. He groaned and panted, and as his orgasm tapered off and he sunk into his afterglow, Rob let out a hoarse chuckle. "Damn... that was a fuckin' big one."

The boar took a moment, just breathing slowly and deeply and letting the pounding of his pulse in his ears and crotch recede. Then he lazily tapped at his phone, waking it up to read the messages Mark had sent. 'oh fuk ye theyre sexy'. 'bet you wanna get fucked up by all of em huh?' 'know whatd b hot? if u got w/ spence to have him let u b the crew cum dmup, then let me suc all their loads outta ya when i get hme'. 'sound good?' There was a gap of a few minutes before the next message. _'lul that knoc u out babe?'_Another gap. _'dad?' _

'Im here, sorry boy.' Rob snapped a pic of himself--his cum-soaked gut, his flagging but still-dribbling manhood, and his flushed, smiling, blissed-out face. 'Jus blew one a the best nuts of my life.'

'holy shit dad'. 'looks like it'. A drooling emoji, and then another text that was accompanied by a tongue-sticking-out one. 'better thn the loads u blo 2 me?'

'Hell no, babe. You know Daddy always nuts hardest to you.'

Another pic from Mark; the younger boar's own cum-smeared belly and chest and spent cock. 'right back at u babe'. A heart, and a kissy-face emoji.

"Mmn... fuck, Mark..." Rob felt a wide smile stretch his blushing cheeks as he stared at the pic for a long moment. What he wouldn't give to be there in his son's dorm, or to have the younger boar lying by his side in their bed, so they could slurp up each other's loads and share them in a deep, passionate, incestuous kiss. 'Love you, son.'

'luv u 2 dadd'. 'i gtg study 4 a test tmrrw n do some hmework, but ill txt u goodnite k?'

'Alright, boy. Don't have too much fun studyin.'

A crying-laughing emoji was Mark's only answer.

The older boar rumbled with husky laughter, and then let out a gusty sigh as his head collapsed back onto the pillow. For a long moment he just drifted through his afterglow, not letting the fact that a certain someone wasn't there to stroke through his chest fur and press kisses to his neck and throat detract too much from the hazy warmth. As the high of his arousal faded, Rob picked his phone back up and typed out one last message to his son. 'Were you serious bout me getting with Spencer for the cumdump thing?'

He watched the screen, waiting for Mark's reply with bated breath. Finally, after a few minutes that seemed to last forever, there was one last ding from his phone. 'well tlk bout it fce 2 fce when i get home friday', accompanied by a winking-kiss and a heart.

A flutter in his chest. A pulse through his crotch. A gathering heat in his groin as the snapped spring started winding right back up. Mark always knew just what to say to get his father going.

Rob rested for another little bit, glancing at the clock as his hands idly rubbed over his prone body. He flicked at his plump nipples and lifted an arm to snuffle into his own dank armpit. He dug a fingertip into his navel, sniffing at the sweaty scent from there as well, and then reached down to rub at his balls. He gave his spent cock a few squeezes, already feeling it trying to plump back up again. At about seven-ish in the evening, the boar finally reached for his phone to make a call.

The line rang once, twice, started to ring a third time before there was a soft click. "Hello?" The voice was crackly and hoarse, and Rob smiled when he heard it.

"Hey there Earl, it's Rob."

"Rob! How's it goin', boy? You n' Mark doin' okay?"

"Yeah, yeah. He's up at college keepin' his grades up, an' I'm here keepin' on keepin' on." A quiet chuckle rumbled in the boar's throat. "Listen, Dad..." Rob let his voice drop into that husky murmur that he usually only allowed to slip out when he and Mark were alone. "You okay with me visitin' tomorrow to plan some things out for the weekend? Mark's comin' home from school on Friday, and I kinda wanna surprise him with somethin'."

"Mm..." A soft groan, and the rustling of denim; was the older donkey reaching into his overalls to grope himself? "Sure, it'd be no prob. You can tell me all about what'cha have in mind." The other man's own voice dropped into a low murmur as well, full of implications and insinuations. Horny. Lustful. Wanting.

"Sounds good ta me." The farmer was far behind on current technology--even moreso than Rob himself--so the boar couldn't text a few pics over to give the donkey an idea of 'what he had in mind'. But he could let out a quiet, aroused, showy moan for Earl while letting his 'Dad' hear the slick sounds of Rob pumping his hardening cock. "I'll come by in the morning. Ten sound good?" Earl would have long finished his morning work by then, and would probably be nice and sweaty and ready to take a break with him.

"I'll see ya then, son." A rumble of soft, intimate laughter; from the older man this time. "Fer now, gonna take care a' some stuff n' head off fer the night." Rob could imagine the thick, throbbing 'stuff' the old stud had to 'take care of'.

"'Kay, Dad. Night, n' sweet dreams."

"Oh, they will be." Rob could practically hear the flirtatious wink in the donkey's voice before they both hung up.

Rob grunted. Rob scratched himself. Rob heaved, sitting up on the bed, and reached for his discarded jock. After taking a long, deep, appreciative sniff all over the stained, stinking pouch to fuel the pulsing in his crotch, he grabbed his phone and dialed another number. Again, the phone rang once. Twice. Clicked. "Hey Rob, what's up?"

The boar smiled at the sound of the deep voice as he grasped his erection and began to pump it once more. "Hey Spencer. Got kinda lonely what with Mark up at college n' the house empty. You up fer a few drinks?" A perverted thrill ran down his spine as he masturbated while casually speaking with the other man.

On the other end of the line, the alligator hemmed and hawed for a long moment. "You know what, sure. It ain't all that late, and I could go for shooting the shit with ya a bit. Usual place?" The bar where they and the other men would usually go to relax after a long day of work. At this time of night it would be smoky and intimate, and they could probably find a booth near the back that would give them plenty of privacy; it was perfect.

Could Spencer hear the slight hitch in his breathing and the husky tinge in his voice? Could the alligator hear the soft, faint, wet sounds of Rob's clenched fist gliding up and down the boar's erection? "Yup. I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes?"

"See ya there." Was Rob just imagining the husky, almost-flirtatious tone in the gator's own voice?

"Yeah, see ya." After Spencer hung up, Rob let out a gusty sigh and a long, bellowing groan of arousal. He was going to do it. He was going to fuck Spencer; or at least, let the gator know that he was interested and see how things went. Even if nothing happened, it would be good to try for something--for another man--that he wanted after an entire life of suppressing and hiding who he really was. With another grunt, Rob got up to his feet and pulled his musky jockstrap back on. Then he moved to dress himself, not bothering to wipe up the cum on his belly or hop in the shower to rinse his sweat off; he and the guys would usually head to the bar right after work, so he was sure Spencer wouldn't mind a bit--a lot--of manstink. And if all those glances he'd caught from the other man meant what he thought they did, then this night was set to be one of the best he'd had since his first one with Mark.

Rob grinned to himself. While Mark was off at college, he knew the younger man was--encouraged his son to be--as open and free as he liked; to live his life while he had the chance, and have all the experiences Rob himself never could. And while his gay, incestuous lover was away, Rob would do a little exploration of his own to fulfill his gayest, raunchiest, longest-repressed fantasies and desires; he knew he had Mark's blessing, and if things went well he'd have more than a few stories of his own to tell the younger boar when he came home.

Even if he wasn't, the night was still young.