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The young otter's face was buried into the bed, pinned down by Chris behind him. His toes were curled, dipping over the edge of the bed. The two highschoolers were screwing like they rabbits in heat. All Ryan wanted to focus on was the feeling of the fat cock pounding him. Each pump knocked out a little Yes from him, the boy unable to keep silent. But he knew something was up. A slight vibration he felt through his skull, embedded in the box spring. They had a consistent, quick, short tap. There was no mistaking it, he had felt that same sound a number of times before. His dad was home. And he was coming upstairs.

Ryan didn't care to think about what was coming, once his dad heard the very loud sounds. He couldn't even stifle his own shouts. Chris was too good. So he just rode the wave after wave of pleasure at the hands of the big horse behind him. He didn't even hear his door open over the sound of his own voice. When Chris slowed down his thrusts, Ryan knew his dad was in the room.

The teenager lifted his head out of the pillow and turned to face his father. "Having fun?" Ryan's father asked. The older otter's hands were on his hips, looking down at his naked son. Ryan gave a forced smile. He knew all too well what was coming next.

Unceremoniously, Luther unbuckled his pants. With a button and a zip, the otter was out of his work bottoms. He draped the pants over Ryan's desk chair, and got to work on unbuttoning his shirt. Chris knew what was happening from personal experience, and didn't question it. The dumb jock just kept fucking the younger otter, letting the adult do what he was doing.

Off came Luther's shirt, also draped on his chair, and finally came off the man's briefs. As Chris fucked the younger otter, Luther pressed his body against the teen's backside. "Are you treating my son well?" He asked, feeling the jock's pecs.

Chris didn't respond at first, focused on the otter below him. But as Luther continued to touch him, his attention shifted. "You want it?"

"Oh yes I do," Came the low, rumbling reply.

"Get yourself ready. I don't want to stop fucking too long, know what I mean?" Luther didn't have to be told twice. The naked man scooted over to Ryan's bedside table. Ryan's poppers were already out, and the lube was on the bed. Luther opened the bottle and took a deep inhale, holding it in.

"Oooooh yeah, that's the good stuff," Luther exhaled. He took another deep hit of the drug. As he held it in his nose, Luther slid himself up to Chris, pulling his boy's head into his lap. "Your turn again, buddy," The older otter said, holding the bottle up to his son's nose. Ryan gladly breathed in the vapors, letting the rush flood his brain. He breathed in again, losing focus in his eyes for a moment. He was lost, swimming in the depths of his hormonal rush. Luther held up the younger otter's head, kissing his boy on the lips. "You're going to get another turn with Chris later. But for now, he's mine."

Luther gave a nod to Chris, and the stud pulled out of Ryan. The younger otter's body was shaking, overloaded and deep on the edge. "Roll over buddy, yes, that's it," Luther muttered, helping his son onto his back. "I get why the other guys at school like you so much, you're so handsome," Ryan's father said, rubbing the nude teen's torso. "Isn't he the cutest?" Luther asked Chris.

"Pick up the pace old man," Chris replied, lubing up his cock. "I don't have all day." Luther scowled. So impolite. Oh well, he reasoned. At least he was hung.

Luther slid himself across the bed, and flipped around so he was facing the headboard. Like his son before him, Luther propped his ass up doggy style. The older otter hiked his rudder up and smacked his butt, inviting the horse inside. Chris globbed a pile of lube at the point of entry, and lined himself up. "Don't hold back, boy!" Luther cheered him on, before taking one more inhale of the popper before him.

"I wasn't." Chris retorted. He lined his cockhead up, and pressed on.

Luther grunted deeply. He knew Chris was big, but the sheer force the teen put into him was surprising. If it wasn't for the prep he had done, it would have hurt. Luther reached for a pillow on the bed and gripped it tight, bracing himself for each thrust. Chris didn't believe in gradual buildup, the hung junior went all in immediately. And it felt damn wonderful. The otter's toes and fingers were curled, jolts of energy shooting through his body with every thrust of the oversized cock. Similar to his son's incessant yipping as he was fucked, Luther too was grunting and whining with joy as his asshole was abused.

However, unlike his boy, Luther was far more experienced in being fucked. Namely, he knew how to position his body, and flex his muscles, to maximize the pleasure. With small adjustments, each thrust inside of him got closer and closer to teasing his prostate. "Keep that up son, yes yes yes please," Luther gasped, hopelessly captivated. This classmate his boy brought home was so damn good. So good. So good. Luther flexed his hips, feeling how built up his urge was. He was closer than he thought.

"Keep it up keep it up keep it up keep it up keep it up" Ordered the older otter. He was on the verge. His hands grabbed Ryan's head, the younger still dazed by the overload of poppers Luther had him breath in. He planted his lips across Ryan's, separating the seal. Tilting his head, Luther slid his tongue into Ryan's mouth, making out with his son. Yeah, this was what he needed. With his hips arched and his tongue buried inside of his boy's mouth, Luther started to groan, flexing his taint in rhythm with Chris. Each time the horse's fat cock smashed Luther's prostate, he flexed the muscle. Again and again, in a rapid rhythm, the pair worked the inside of Luther, until finally, the dam burst.

Luther didn't have to tell the horse behind him not to stop, as his shaft drooled shot after shot of cum, the fluid pouring out of him with each flex and thrust. The rest of Luther's body blanked out, his muscles quivering as his brain was overtaken by this intense impossible pleasure. The pose he was holding was untenable, and as Chris continued to fuck his ass, Luther collapsed, falling into the puddle of his own cum. "Enough, enough, enough, enough enough enough," He repeated, until finally Chris slowed his rhythm for the first time in what felt like an hour.

"I'm not done yet," Chris insisted, still sliding into Luther's worn ass.

"I know, I know," Luther repeated, dragging himself forward. Chris wasn't ready to give him up yet, gripping his hips. "But don't forget Ryan here still is needy. Aren't you feeling so horny?" Luther slid his fingers lightly across his son's bare chest, teasing his nipples. Chris breathed out gently, shifting on his bed. "Yes, that's good, isn't it?"

Standing up wasn't possible yet, not after such a hard fuck and an even harder hands free orgasm. So he shifted over, rolling onto his backside. There definitely was a lot of cum where he had been fucked, Luther scooped it up on his fingers and let Ryan lick away. Luther adjusted his position some more, until Ryan's head was between his legs, resting against his father's lap. "Now, doesn't this look inviting?" Luther said, grabbing at Ryan's balls. The boy was still hard, having been stroking himself as Chris fucked his father. Luther lifted the balls, showing off Ryan's taint and asshole. "Don't you want your friend to take a turn with you?" Ryan nodded. "Good boy." Luther grabbed the vial of poppers, and held them up to Ryan's nose. Another hit for the teen.

Luther lifted Ryan's legs up, exposing his son's rear to the hung horse. "Go easy on him, he's not quite as experienced as I am." Even though Luther had already finished, he was still feeling the rush of hormones from the situation. Pimping out Ryan's ass to this heavy hitter felt so right. "Though, don't go too easy. He has to learn somehow." Chris didn't respond much beyond a grunt of acknowledgement. Luther scowled. So rude. All of the theatrics and attempts to prompt further play and banter had failed. But that dick. Good enough to cover any flaws up. And right now, that cock was pushing its way inside of Ryan. Nice.

Luther's boy moaned low and passively inside of his arms, the needy teen grooving with the dicking he was receiving. Luther smiled, his work here was done. "I'll leave you two to finish up. Chris, do you want me to get some food cooking up for you?" Chris shook his head. "Alright. Well, let Ryan know that I've got the shower working when he's ready to get up, just let yourself out when you've finished up with him." Luther kissed Chris once more, before sliding the younger otter's head out of his lap. "Take care you two."

With weary legs and a spent body, Luther stood up off of the bed. Oooch. Now that his legs were together, he was starting to feel the butt hurt from such a hard thrusting. No doubt, Ryan would be feeling worse. It would be smart to get the bath tub ready too, to soothe Ryan's sore butt. Luther hobbled to the door and, with a wave, shut the door on his boy's turn getting fucked.