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Rudy awoke on Sunday morning, a bit after 9:00. Sitting up in his bed, he stretched every part of his scrawny frame before he stood up and walked, stark naked as every morning, into the hallway. A pleasant aroma hit his nose. Something good was cooking.

"Time enough for a shower?" he asked.

A voice answered from the kitchen.

"Yup! You gotta be clean for today, anyway!"

Rudy, still groggy, padded into the bathroom. He relieved his bladder, then stepped into the shower and turned on the hot water. He always loved steamy showers, and he just stood under the water for several minutes, enjoying the heat as it enveloped him. He eventually grabbed the bottle of shampoo and lathered himself up. Once he was covered in suds from head to toe, he rinsed off under the hot stream, making sure to clean certain parts of his anatomy extra well. As he stepped out of the shower and began drying himself off, the smell of food grew ever stronger.

Now dry, Rudy went back to the bedroom and slipped on a clean, but very tatty, A-shirt. He didn't mind being naked, but something about wearing only a tank top just felt better to him. As he approached the kitchen, the voice called out again.

"Living room! It's almost ready!"

Rudy thought nothing of it and went to the main room, took a seat on one end of their large sofa, and turned on the TV. It was June, and the news was reporting on one of the many Pride Month parades that was going on. Rudy smiled at seeing all the attendees having a good time and just being themselves. Various pride flags of all types were being waved or worn. Rudy wondered if he'd ever attend one of those, despite being nearly 70 years old now. His thoughts were interrupted when his son, Diesel, walked into the room, naked except for the earrings he always wore and carrying a large covered platter.

"Good morning, dad, and happy Father's Day!"

Diesel set the platter down and leaned in to plant a deep kiss on Rudy's lips, which the older weasel reciprocated.

"Thank you, Diesel. I'd forgotten that was today, actually. So what smells so good?"

"Well, for your Father's Day breakfast, I'm giving you strips, two eggs, a juicy sausage, milk, orange juice, and a donut."

Rudy rolled his eyes at Diesel's grin.

"Enough with the innuendo; what is it, really?" Rudy said bluntly.

"Exactly what I said," Diesel retorted, picking up the platter and setting it next to his dad. Lifting the cover, he revealed two fried eggs, a plump pork sausage, a few strips of bacon, a single glazed donut, a glass of milk, and a glass of orange juice.

"Did you make all that just so it could be all innuendo?"

"Damn right, I did! Now eat up!"

"Aren't you gonna have anything?"

"Oh, I plan on eating, but it won't be food."

Diesel knelt in front of the couch, and Rudy took the hint, propping his feet on his son's shoulders. Diesel grabbed his dad's ass with both hands, spreading those flat cheeks apart to expose the pink ring of flesh. He leaned in and kissed the ring, then started to lick with his broad tongue. Rudy pulled the platter over to him and began to eat while Diesel worked him over.

The younger weasel's tongue dragged slowly over Rudy's anus, wetting it thoroughly. Just as Rudy had finished the meats and eggs, Diesel prodded his tongue at the hole, sliding it in and starting to tongue-fuck his dad. Rudy felt a tingle begin to swell as his thin, uncut cock began to harden. He downed the milk, but left the donut and orange juice on the platter as he slid it away. Pulling his legs off of Diesel's shoulders, he grabbed his own ankles and held them up, spreading his legs further apart.

Diesel pressed in further, his nose nudging underneath the sagging balls that had given life to him over three decades prior, pushing his tongue as far in as he could. Rudy gasped softly as his prostate was stroked, his cock throbbing to full hardness. Diesel reached back and took hold of his own cock, giving the half-mast tube of flesh a few squeezes and strokes as it, too, quickly reached a fully erect state. He pulled back, letting his tongue pop free of Rudy's ass, and have his balls a quick lick.

His licking didn't stop there, though. His gaze locked into the two lowest nipples showing beneath Rudy's tattered old A-shirt. He lunged forward and took one between his lips. He suckled on it, and even held it gently between his teeth as he licked the nub with the tip of his tongue. He used one hand to grab on to the adjacent nipple, lightly rubbing and tweaking it between two fingers.

"Oh, fuck," Rudy moaned out. "I dunno why you like those so much, but I'm damn glad you do."

Rudy let go of one of his ankles and reached down to rub between his son's ears. Diesel released the nipple from his mouth and nosed under his dad's shirt, then latched on to the nipple diagonal to the one he'd just been sucking on. Still playing with the other bottom nipple with his hand, he moved his free hand to the one next to his mouth, now rubbing two while sucking one. Rudy started to pant a little as pleasure rushed through him, his dick now dribbling a bit of pre that collected in the lip of his foreskin.

Diesel continued his way up Rudy's torso in a crisscross pattern, making sure all eight nipples were either rubbed or sucked on as his dad writhed slightly under him. Diesel was leaking pre by the time he pulled his head out of Rudy's shirt. Their muzzles met in another kiss, deeper this time. Their mouths opened and their tongues wrestled. Diesel felt his dick bend backwards as it pressed up against Rudy's bony ass and between his balls, hot-dogging him.

Rudy felt the rubbing against his anus and moaned into Diesel's maw. He wanted desperately to have it inside him. Pulling back from the kiss, he locked his legs around Diesel's waist. They both panted for a moment before the older weasel could speak.

"Enough foreplay, dammit. Fuck your old man good and proper!"

Diesel grinned widely at the command. He loved it when his dad got like this; he had always found power-bottoms to be pretty hot.

"Yes, sir," he replied enthusiastically. It took only a little adjusting for him to line up his thin, uncut cock with his dad's hole. The pre-covered glans slid in without much resistance, and was quickly followed by the rest of the seven-inch shaft. Rudy was far from loose, but after taking it up the ass for over a decade, he wasn't exactly a vice, either. A shiver of pleasure washed over Diesel as he hilted inside Rudy. He didn't stay still long, however, and began thrusting hard and fast. The heat and clenching muscles on his cock caused it to spasm and leak more precum into that orifice, lubing it up further.

Rudy's body shook with the force of his son's thrusts, and he moaned out as his prostate was pummeled. Usually Diesel would start off slowly, but there was an urgency to his motions today. Both grunted as the couch rocked back and forth under the force of their fucking, banging against the wall behind it. Rudy's cock throbbed and leaked pre onto his flat stomach. He didn't even bother stroking it; he could tell this one was going to be hands-free. Reaching up, he took two of his son's nipples between his fingers, giving them a squeeze and tugging on them lightly, which caused Diesel to moan.

The sounds of moaning and hips smacking together filled the the room, along with the clattering of the dishes on the couch next to them. Rudy was loving the feeling of being so full. What had once started off as a small curiosity in his mind was now one of his favorite activities. He didn't even have to bother with toys, since Diesel was usually around, and there were always other options for when he wasn't. He couldn't help but wonder if the attendees of the Pride event on TV were having anywhere near as much fun. A particularly hard thrust into his prostate made him gasp and his cock jumped.

"Fuck yeah, just like that!" Rudy exclaimed. Diesel kept slamming into his dad's ass with vigor, feeling a pressure building in his groin. After several more minutes of pounding, Rudy moaned loudly and released his grip on Diesel's nipples, grabbing onto the couch cushions below him. His cock throbbed hard several times before his climax finally hit. Multiple shots of cum coated his stomach and chest. His anus clenched tightly around his son's dick, making it difficult for Diesel to thrust fast.

Diesel nuzzled into Rudy's neck, kissing and licking at it as his balls repeatedly smacked into that scrawny ass. Rudy panted as he rode out the afterglow of his orgasm. As Diesel's breathing grew more ragged, he adjusted his kneeling position somewhat. His thrusts slowed, but the strokes became longer. His cock nearly popped out each time he pulled back, before shoving it back in.

"Oh, goddamn, this is good," Diesel muttered between labored breaths. "Fuck, I need to cum."

"Do it! Fill your dad's ass up with cum!" Rudy gasped out. Diesel let out a primal growl and took Rudy's shoulder between his teeth. After a few more deep thrusts, he hilted completely inside his dad with a loud grunt, his cock spasming as his own orgasm washed over him. Thick globs of jizz filled Rudy's anal cavity. The warm feeling made Rudy moan softly. He just lay there, content, as Diesel's climax slowly tapered off.

Finally spent, the younger weasel's jaws relaxed and he collapsed on top of Rudy. His cock softened and slipped free of the old man's ass with a quiet 'pop', cum coating his cock and leaking out onto Rudy's tail. The pair breathed heavily, exhausted. Rudy let his legs relax, planting his feet back on the floor, then wrapped his arms around Diesel and hugged him tightly.

"Thanks for the gift, son. It was rougher than I expected, but I fucking loved it."

The two kissed again, softer this time.

"Oh, that wasn't the gift. I got you a new A-shirt to replace this old thing," Diesel remarked, tugging at the ratty garment to emphasize his point. "I was just horny and really wanted to fuck you."

Rudy laughed.

"Well, I loved it either way. Now let's clean up before your mom comes over to visit."