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Chapter Seventeen - Weekend at Coach's, Part 3: Welcome Home

Nathan's rickety old car shook as he pulled up the curb in front of his house during mid-afternoon on Sunday. The red husky was fairly cognisant, but he couldn't decide what ached more; his head or his ass. He killed the ignition and clutched the steering wheel before glancing to his right at his parent's house. He was only semi-aware that his father called while he was too far gone to even care or remember, only that Eddie had somehow talked his dad into letting him stay the night. Not that he minded one bit since he was on cloud nine, huffing poppers and manly musk from both his sexy coach and his husband. He sniffed his furry forearm, moaning softly as he could still smell the older dogs' masculine scent that lingered on his soft fur.

He sighed, grabbed his varsity jacket from the passenger seat, and opened the door. The suspension groaned in relief as the massive husky hauled himself out and onto the road. His ears perked as he caught the unmistakable sound of someone mowing their lawn. He glanced around, not spotting anyone in their front yard doing the work but he could definitely smell the gasoline. Nathan glanced over at the driveway, his mother's car wasn't there. His dad didn't work Sundays, so his car was still there.

Taking a deep breath, Nathan began to walk across the freshly cut lawn as he headed for the front door. That's when he spotted his dad pushing the lawnmower out from the backyard and through the white picket fence.

"NATHAN!" his father exclaimed, waving and killing the motor. Nathan could immediately tell something odd was going on. His dad didn't usually have so much excitement in his voice, and even stranger was the way he bounded over with a slight hobble in his step. The older husky crossed the lawn and stopped in front of Nathan, hunching over a little bit as he panted from the small burst of exertion.

"Nathan! Welcome home! Did you have fun?" Thomas Poleski asked, looking up with his head before standing up straight and stretching his back.

Shocked, Nathan looked at the lawn. His dad never mowed. "Dad, what's going on?" he asked, feeling like something was afoot.

"Oh!" Thomas said and chuckled as he admired his work, using the bottom part of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow. "Ya'know, your mother had her work conference this week, and since you were gone, I thought, why not do something productive!"

"Like... mowing the lawn?" Thomas asked, glancing off to the side head, acting impervious to the view of father's slightly muscular gut until after the older husky lowered his shirt. He perked a brow suspiciously as Thomas beamed, placing his hands on his hips proudly.

"Yep! But I just finished, how about we go instead, kick back, relax and crack open a cold one!"

"Dad," Nathan said, pausing for emphasis. "Seriously, what's going on?"

Thomas tried his best to look innocent, but both huskies knew you can't teach old dogs new tricks so he just kind of smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

"You have a terrible poker face," Nathan said as he shook his head incredulously and headed for the door.

"Nathan, wait. I-I know we haven't spent a lot of time together recently and I feel kind of guilty about that."

"Recently? More like ever." Nathan shut down the conversation and opened the door and walked in, trying to end the conversation so he could get into the shower as much as he didn't want to wash off the fond memories.

Thomas followed behind like a puppy who doesn't understand that the other doesn't want to play. "Well, then maybe we should fix that. Whatever you want son, I'm... I'm here for you. I know I haven't been the father of the year... or years, but what Eddie told me last night convinced me that I need to be better. For you, I mean."

Nathan stopped dead in his tracks, blood running cold, and looked at his dad like a deer in headlights. "What... what did you and Eddie talk about last night?"

The older husky fidgeted nervously and gave a half-hearted chuckle. "He just gave me some perspective and things to think about. I know I've been terrible. Would you please forgive me?"

Nathan felt his hackles begin to rise as he listened to his father. "You want me to forgive you? Oh sure, let's just pretend that the past five years of hell from high school to college and also not even trying to support my choice to play football never happened. Good talk dad!"

Before Thomas could get another word in, Nathan pushed past him and stormed up the stairs. He ignored his father's pleas as he threw his letterman jacket into his bedroom and headed for the bathroom to take a shower. Hopefully, his father hadn't smelt Coach Collins or Eddie's cum all over him. He quickly shut the door behind him and the sound of the latch bouncing off of the frame made him growl in agitation. He spun back to the door and pushed it closed, holding it until he heard the 'pop' of the latch clicking into place.

He tore his t-shirt off and threw it into the hamper before he started to remove his jeans. He was thankful Coach Collins had put them into the laundry while he was at their place, otherwise, it would have been incredibly awkward to explain how they got so crusty. He yanked the pants off and started the water, glancing at himself in the mirror. He ran an idle paw through the fur on his chest as he waited, his father's words turning over and over again in his head. His dad must be up to something. He was usually barely interested in Nathan's life at all and now suddenly he's all smiles and apologies? He was definitely acting strange. The red husky felt the water temperature with a paw and turned the heat down slightly before stepping under the warm flow.

Nathan rubbed himself down gently with the soap, dragging his fingers through his fluffy fur as he basked in the soothing heat of the water. His mind drifted to what he could remember of the night before and he grinned with pride at how much dick and cum he had taken. His cock stiffened from the memories and he stroked it, anticipating when he would get to hook up with Coach Collins and Eddie again. His other paw reached back and played with the loosened ring of muscle under his tail as he wished he could be sandwiched between them both right now; their muscular pecs pressing against his and against his back. A lusty growl rose in his chest as he imagined their muscle guts grinding against him as they unloaded inside-- the image of his father's sweaty dad gut under his lifted shirt slipped into his fantasy and Nathan's cock throbbed in his paw as his eyes shot open. He immediately regretted it as the sting of soap registered in his brain milliseconds later.

"God fucking dammit!" He said as he stuck his head under the water and tried to clear the pain from his eyes. Why the hell did he picture his dad like that??

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The rest of the week went by as normal for Nathan, he had classes on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and football practice every day. He sometimes stayed on campus and attended study groups or found a peer-tutor on the subjects he was having trouble with. Practice on Monday was especially grueling since his muscles were still sore from the intense workout with Coach during the weekend. When he got home, Thomas acted as the day before; happy to see him come home. Thomas asked Nathan about his day and his classes and how practice went. Nathan just grunted with a shrug and an "It was okay" before his dad attempted to extract more info from him. It was definitely odd, but also refreshing. It made Nathan think that maybe his dad was actually serious about turning over a new leaf. Thomas asked about what kind of meals he would eat and told him about how back in his day when he was a pitcher, he had to eat low-fat protein meals and made a joke about digestive problems. Nathan made a face but gave a half-hearted chuckle.

On Tuesday when he got home, his dad had made a home-cooked meal complete with vegetables. Nathan was rather impressed with his dad's kitchen abilities, to which the older husky wearing an apron bowed graciously as the younger husky chowed down on dinner. Wednesday and Thursday went the same as well for Nathan, with his dad cooking a hearty meal for the massive Safety and then actually having a full-on conversation at the dinner table. Nathan couldn't believe it, but he actually found himself wagging his curly tail. His dad seemed genuinely curious about football, asking Nathan about his teammates and what their primary role on the field was. On Thursday, Thomas even brought up the fact that Nathan has the most tackles in the conference this season, "Which is an amazing feat because you're freshman! You really know how to give them a good, hard sack huh?"

Nathan chuckled and opened his mouth to try to correct Thomas and explain the difference between a tackle and a sack, especially because his dad was still trying to learn football lingo when Thomas continued.

"I'm proud of you, son."

The compliment made Nathan bow his head and blush under his white fur as he smiled and wagged his tail.

"Thanks, dad."

The older husky smiled and stood up to retrieve the plates and wash them. His own tail was wagging happily behind him as he walked over to the sink and began to clean the plates. Nathan remained at the dinner table, still smiling and watching his dad. He found it odd that Thomas's personality had flipped a switch, but it was refreshing to be able to just talk to his dad. He could get used to it.

"What's up for the rest of your evening, kiddo?" Thomas asked as he put the plates into the dishwasher.

Nathan rubbed his chin and thought out loud. "Well... I've got class tomorrow morning and practice, we've got a big game this weekend so I'll need lots of rest."

"I already got my seat," Thomas said, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out the ticket. "Lower level, row 30, right smack dab in the middle of the sidelines! Some buddies at work said that that's the best place to sit for the best action. Even my boss was shocked to hear that my son played at Duke University. I had no idea your team was so prestigious in the...league?" he asked with some uncertainty.

"Conference." Nathan corrected politely and bounced in his seat. "But you're coming to the game!?"

"You bet your tight end I am!" Thomas guffawed as if he had just said the funniest thing in the world.

Nathan perked a brow and realized his dad had just made an awful football pun, despite how loose Nathan's 'end' actually was. He forced a nervous laugh as he couldn't help but watch his dad's chest shake from the laughter. He couldn't help but think back about his dad's sexy stomach. The thought was quickly pushed out of his head as he slapped himself for even thinking of such a taboo thought. That wasn't right. He was just getting antsy because he hadn't done anything but jerk off since his weekend with Coach.

"I'm gonna... go to my room dad. Thanks for dinner. It was really good."

Thomas looked a little sad but nodded as Nathan took off and left the dining room. Had he said something wrong? He should have known that this wasn't going to be easy. He did have years of fatherly debt to pay off after all. He finished cleaning the kitchen as he listened to the shower turn on upstairs as Nathan began his nightly ritual before he went to bed.

He sighed as he turned off the lights and locked up the house for the evening, activating the security system, and walked up the stairs to the master bedroom. He took a longing glance at the closed bathroom door at the end of the opposite side of the hallway, his mind conjuring fantasy images of his well-built son's naked body. He felt dirty for thinking of his son that way, but after the phone call with Eddie, it was all he could think about.

The older red husky closed the bedroom door and began to undress. He had a long day of work the next day and planned to surprise Nathan tomorrow by making his favorite meal. A football player could have a cheat day every once in a while, right? Plus it was going to be a big day for Nathan on Saturday! He pulled his pants off and realized that he was sporting a chub. He gave it a few idle strokes as he wandered into the master bathroom and began to brush his teeth.

The sound of the electric toothbrush vibrated in his maw as he just stared blankly into the mirror, looking over his shapely dad bod. He missed the good old days when he was jacked and turned everyone's heads. He doubted he would ever get that kind of body back, but he figured he was still fairly attractive, right? He flexed a bicep as he continued to brush his canines when in the reflection a second husky appeared in the doorway behind him.

Thomas choked on the foam and his toothbrush as he tried to hide his boner, despite his back turned to his son. Nathan yelped and closed the door quickly, apologizing profusely. "I'M SORRY DAD! I knocked and didn't hear anything. I just wanted to say good night!"

"G-Good night son!" Thomas said, blushing furiously and still trying to cover himself up. How much had Nathan seen? Adrenaline was pumping through his veins and his face flushed with heat as Thomas tried to regain composure. He wasn't sure why, but his dick was even harder than it was before Nathan accidentally walked in on him checking himself out.

He finished brushing his teeth by flossing and using mouthwash and climbed into bed, propping a pillow up for back support, and sat there, staring at the bulge underneath the blankets. He tried to listen to see if he could hear Nathan. There wasn't any sound coming through the wall from his room, so he figured he would be safe. Thomas had his own nightly ritual he wanted to complete.

He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out the tub of vaseline. Pulling the blankets aside, he took a glob and began to rub it against the short white fur around the wrinkly crevice between his ass cheeks, moaning slightly. His other hand had his phone up, thumb flicking through some naughty videos he had found of older huskies getting fucked by younger males. He let his dick pulse along his V-line as he spread his legs and slid two fingers into his tailhole. The ring of muscle spread open easily enough as though by command as he watched a video of a Doberman eat the older husky's ass out and then proceed to nail the curly-tailed canine. He was four fingers deep and panting heavily by the time the black and tan canine tied with his bitch, listening to them moan in unison as they both came. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed one of his wife's dildos he had found tucked away in her closet area. She wasn't home, and as far as he knew, she would be none the wiser if he borrowed it. Little did he know, she was at that instant hanging out with some ladies from work at a club, sliding dollar bills along the waistband of a sexy male wolf dancer.

The dildo was cylindrical in shape; much like a horse cock. His memory had been fuzzy about the exact details of what some of the equine batters carried between their legs when he was on the minor league team, but his recent findings on porn had refreshed that mental image. He opened another video with a husky bound to a wooden horse pommel, tail raised as a beautiful palomino stud was stroking himself behind the eager husky. The horse stepped up and pressed that thick mushroom head to that husky's tight fleshy star. Thomas followed suit and applied the lubed up dildo to his own loosened hole. He moaned with his companion as he felt the thick head split his hole open. The palomino was a bit faster than Thomas was in hilting to the base. Thomas was new to this and had only managed to fit it to the medial ring up to this point, but it still felt fucking amazing.

"Fuck me stud." He muttered under his breath as he watched the video with half-lidded eyes, his legs propped up and spread far out as he fucked himself with the dildo while the horse rutted the moaning slut. He fantasized that it was him letting those stallions on his old baseball team use him as they wished. He panted as his knot thickened up in his sheath while he stuffed his hungry asshole with that silicone member. His prostate felt like it was on fire and he found himself wondering if this was how Nathan felt when he was getting deep fucked by Eddie.

He swore as his body clenched up just as the medial ring kissed his pucker, making the husky whimper so sweetly as his toes curled. He rotated himself so that he could rest his feet up on the bedframe and spread his legs out, propping his lower back up on the pillows and after sucking in a few deep breaths, he relaxed and pulled the dildo out of his hole, moaning the entire time until the thick mushroom head was tugging his rim out. His tongue lolled out as the silicone stretched his fuckhole, eyes rolling back into his skull before he plunged it back down, determined to get it past his ring. He barked and curled his toes as the medial ring pushed past the muscle and stretched his sphincter wide.

Eddie had been right, this felt so good. With the cock firmly embedded in his upturned rump, Thomas could focus on jerking himself off. The older husky didn't last much longer as he fucked himself with the massive member, squirming as his prostate flared up. He moaned as he blew his load, milking out thick ropes of husky jizz all over his fluffy white chest and even managed to hit his chin. He panted and slumped as his tailhole clenched and milked the thick member as though it were trying to get it off inside him. Too exhausted and spent to clean up, Thomas passed out like that on his bed, full and sated for the night.

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The next day, Thomas was walking a bit bowlegged at work. He silently chided himself for passing out with that horse dildo hilted in him, but found himself squirming and itching for it to be back inside his ass as he sat in his cubicle filling in numbers on a spreadsheet. His desire became even worse when he was pulled into an hour-long meeting with his asshole boss and the company managers. He began to daydream as he stared at the other males, wondering just how big they were and if they ever fantasized about fucking him. As his eyes wandered over them, he finally settled in on his boss. Mr. Underwood. The tall, imposing mule deer with an impressively symmetrical ten-point rack of antlers, was talking about data and numbers while standing slightly hunched over the conference table. The jacket of his grey business suit lay draped over the back of the office chair next to him and the top two buttons of his white dress shirt were open, letting his neck fur breathe. His toned forearms lay bare beneath rolled-up sleeves as his palms rested on the tabletop. Thomas had completely lost track of what his boss was talking about and a tiny voice in the back of the husky's head was screaming at him to pay attention, but he was too lost in the daydreams to hear it. The husky tilted his head as his eyes gazed at Mr. Underwood as if seeing him for the first time and became aware that the deer was looking at and speaking directly to him.

"Poleski!" The stag's deep voice said. "Are you listening to me?"

The husky jolted in his seat and blinked out of his daze. "S-sorry Mr. Underwood. I didn't... I didn't catch that." He said, lowering his ears as he looked down at his notepad, seeing that he had just scribbled a long unintelligible line.

The buck groaned and rubbed his temples in annoyance. "Today is not the day to go to MySpace. I need those spreadsheets on my desk by noon or it's my ass that's going to be chewed out by the guys upstairs. Understood?!"

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." Thomas mumbled quickly. "Um... could you please repeat the numbers?"

"Nevermind, Poleski." He waved his hand dismissively as his tone calmed down. "I'll have Becca print the sheets for you. Just pay attention from now on, Thomas, please. These meetings are important."

There was a wave of murmurs and throat clearing from the managers around the table as Thomas felt all eyes on him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he tore off the page of scribbles and started fresh.

The rest of the meeting went without incident, though the still flustered husky couldn't help but briefly imagine Mr. Underwood speaking to him in that commanding tone while wearing far fewer clothes. He would have never thought of the handsome stag in such a way before his anal awakening, but now he wanted Mr. Underwood to tug on his tie and guide him firmly down to his undoubtedly thick-

"Poleski, are you coming? You've got a few hours to get that work done." Mr. Underwood said, standing in the doorway to the now-empty meeting room.

"I-I will be in a moment, sir!" Thomas sputtered, pulling his notepad off the table and holding it over his bulging slacks. Thankfully, the stag had turned away before he could notice Thomas's schoolboy attempt at hiding his arousal and Thomas made it back to his desk without further incident.

Back at his cubicle with the information printed from 'Becca', Mr. Underwood's secretary, in paw, the husky was oddly eager to get his work done quickly. He wanted to please his boss stag, just to see him smile. Thomas's curly tail wagged behind him as he sat upright in his ergonomic chair and focused on filling out the spreadsheet. His fingers danced across his keyboard, eyes darting back and forth as he scanned his screen and crunched numbers. He was shocked by how focused he was, but he clapped his hands and gave himself a self-congratulatory whoop when he finished. And then immediately covered his mouth when he realized some of his coworkers were staring at him.

"S-sorry," he said as he lowered his voice and whistled softly while he printed the documents. He knew he could just email them, but he also wanted to proudly hand-deliver it to his boss ahead of schedule. Thomas sauntered to Mr. Underwood's office; papers in hand.

Becca, the gerbil secretary in her mid-50s, sat at her desk outside of the small office room, looking unconcerned when Thomas walked up. "Mr. Underwood is on a call at the moment so unless it's urgent, you'll have to wait," she said.

"I don't mind," The husky replied. He could see Underwood pacing in the office, alone, but obviously using a wireless Bluetooth headset. Eventually, the stag looked up and noticed Thomas standing outside. He lifted a finger to indicate to give him a moment before he ended the call and opened the door.

"Thomas? Everything okay?"

Beaming ear to ear, the husky held up the papers he printed and held them out for Underwood to take. "Yes sir! I've got the spreadsheets you requested."

The buck lifted his forearm and checked his wristwatch and looked at the papers, combing over them as he did a quick inspection. "Come in. Did you email these as well?"

Thomas nodded with an "Mhm" and wagged his curly tail behind him. Underwood briefly glanced down at his employee's tail and slightly smiled before going over the spreadsheets once more.

"Everything appears to be in order," the buck said as he made his way back to his desk and beckoned Thomas closer, gesturing to a seat, which Thomas obediently took. "Now, Mr. Poleski... Thomas, if I may? Are you going to tell me what's gotten into you lately?" The husky's tail stopped and his ears drooped a bit. Mr. Underwood quickly continued. "Not that I mind the new you," he said. "I'm just curious to know what made you turn a new leaf this past week." The stag clasped his hands together on top of his desk as he gazed at Thomas with those stern, brown eyes. "If it's too personal, you don't have to share," Underwood quickly added with comforting ease.

Thomas clasped his paws together between his knees, bouncing the balls of his feet as he found himself in an unexpected one-on-one meeting with his boss. Had it been any day prior to this week, he would have dreaded it, but, after talking to Eddie, he found himself becoming more and more attracted to authoritative men. From the way Mr. Underwood conducted himself, the husky just wanted the cervine to grab his tie and yank him across his desk while pressing his dark lips against his own.

"It's my son!" Thomas finally blurted out and blushed. "I've been trying to connect with him this past week, and just... be a better father. He and I haven't always seen eye to eye in the past, but I've recently learned a lot about the both of us, Mr. Underwood, sir."

"You can just call me Scott," Underwood smiled warmly. "It's only Mr. Underwood during meetings."

"Uh... Scott then." It felt good to say the stag's first name. "Basically, I realized I was making a lot of mistakes, sir, and just this past week, I've been trying to start correcting them. See, I wanted him to play baseball as I did, but I didn't realize that he was happy playing football. He plays for Duke University." Thomas said proudly.

"I remember you saying that in passing earlier this week. Did you know I have a son who plays for the Devildogs as well? He's a wide receiver; always comes home so tuckered out. It's all I can do to make sure he gets some food in him before bed most nights if I'm not stuck in the office."

Thomas shifted in the chair. "Doesn't your wife help?"

Underwood chuckled. "Not usually. It's been hard for Sean and I ever since the divorce. But it just means we have more father-son time. When Sean's not wiped out from practice, that is."

"Oh, I'm sorry! I-I didn't realize-" Thomas stuttered, but the stag waved off his apology.

"Don't worry about it, Thomas. I'm not usually forthcoming about my home life so you couldn't have known. We split years ago and I'm long since over it. To be honest, I didn't realize that you would be so easy to talk to. No offense meant, but before this week, you seemed pretty stand-offish around the office. I'm happy to see you improving, but do try to curb the daydreaming a bit." Underwood leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head, giving the husky a good look at his neck ruff that tapered off over his muscular chest under his still partially open shirt.

"Thank you, sir. I-I am trying. It's not something I normally do." Thomas said, finding it incredibly difficult to remove his eyes from the dip in between Underwood's barely visible pecs.

"Oh? Is there something you find particularly fascinating about me that makes you stare so much?" He asked, leaning forward in his chair once more and steepling his fingers, his eyes twinkling suggestively.

Thomas didn't know how to respond.

"If I didn't know better Thomas, I would think that you were fantasizing about me." He caressed a finger over his own fourth finger on his right hand as if playing with an invisible ring. A brief, tense silence followed as Thomas's mind raced with potential replies. The office had interior windows. Everyone would see if Thomas made a move on his boss. He would be invisible under the desk, but there was no way the handsome stag would allow for it. Every 'solution' his lust-driven brain came up with seemed insane until it finally settled on turning tail and bolting for the door. The husky shifted in the chair to stand and was about to get up when Underwood abruptly cleared his throat and continued. "How's Mrs. Poleski these days?"

"O-out of town until Monday." Thomas croaked and swallowed the lump in his throat, wetting his lips with his tongue.

"Well, perhaps you and your son would be interested in coming over tomorrow after the game! We can throw some plant-based meat on the grill and crack open some wine or beer; whichever you prefer. Just a little son and father gathering to get to know one another better. What do you say? Might be good for you and your boy."

"I couldn't possibly--" Thomas began.

"Say no?" Underwood finished, eyes twinkling again, but with a more commanding look this time. "Perfect. Come by around four, I'll have Becca send you a calendar invite with the address. Dress casually." He said as he sent Becca the invite request and then sighed when he saw a notification that popped up on his computer screen. "Unfortunately, I have another meeting I have to go to." He looked at the stack of papers Thomas had brought and smiled. "Thank you again for getting this to me so quickly." Underwood stood up as he unrolled his sleeves and retrieved his suit jacket, folding it over his forearm before extending his hand.

Thomas stood and shook it, almost swooning at the deer's firm grip. "You're welcome, sir."

"Scott." Underwood reminded him, eyes still twinkling above a coy smile. "Have a good weekend and best of luck to our boys."

Thomas tripped over the chair's leg and caught himself as he fumbled for the door handle. He hadn't expected to get so flustered by his boss as he shakily slipped out. Underwood- Scott, he reminded himself, stepped past him and walked down the hall toward his next meeting. Thomas stood there blinking as he watched the stag's firm ass and perky tail walk away. He barely noticed Becca trying to get his attention nearby.

"Pretty rare for Mr. Underwood to invite anyone over." The gerbil said with a soft smile as she prepared the invite on her computer. "You wouldn't hear it from him, but he's been a nervous wreck ever since his wife left. Take good care of him, you hear?"

Thomas's cheeks and ears burned red with embarrassment as he looked around to see if his coworkers had heard. "I-it's not like that!" He protested and quickly made his way back to his desk. 'But maybe... it could be like that?' He thought as he struggled to finish the rest of his work.

Most of the day went without incident as Thomas played with thoughts of infidelity and the special dinner he wanted to make for Nathan that night. He didn't see Scott for the rest of the day, which allowed him to focus a bit more on his work. By the time five o'clock hit, he was just as eager as the rest of his coworkers to get out and enjoy their weekend. As he walked down the hallway, he took a final glance at Scott's office, and was given a wide smile and a wave goodbye from the stag who was in another call.

Thomas was all smiles and waggy on the way down the elevator and the whole car ride home. The driveway and curb were empty, meaning Nathan was still at practice. Outside the door was a box of fresh groceries he had ordered online, picking it up and setting his briefcase aside once he was in, he headed for the kitchen. He set the box down on the island counter and started food prep.

An hour passed as he heard the rattle of Nathan's car engine pull up to the curb and then abruptly turn off. The front door opened and Nathan exclaimed, "Dad! I'm home!" a pause and then, "Oh my god, something smells amazing."

Thomas looked up as Nathan entered the kitchen wearing his black and orange varsity jacket and jeans that fit him very well. The younger red husky sniffed and drooled over the meal laid out and prepared just for him.

"Welcome home Nate!" Thomas beamed and wagged, hands on his hips and wearing his apron. "I thought you deserved a bit of a cheat day and I wanted to stretch my culinary skills. I decided against steaks because we were invited to dinner tomorrow night after your game."

Nathan looked up mid-chew from a dinner roll that was still warm and fluffy. He wanted to say "Who invited us to dinner?" and came out more of an "Mmfmfmmhmm?"

Thomas chuckled and shook his head as he finished stirring the mac and cheese, Nathan's all-time favorite. "You know your teammate..." He paused as he tried to recall Scott's son's name. "...Sean Underwood? His father is my boss and he invited us to celebrate after the game tomorrow. Win or lose!"

The younger husky nodded as if to say "Oh okay, that sounds good" as he grabbed a plate and put another delicious roll on it, veggies, meat, and a bunch of mac and cheese. He didn't wait for Thomas to join him at the dinner table before chowing down.

"Slow down there, champ!" Thomas said as he took his apron off and joined his son at the table and started to enjoy the fruits of his labor.

They talked over dinner and since Nathan's homework was already finished, he just needed to make sure he had a good night rest, he was free for the evening. After the feast, they sat in their chairs, rubbing their stomachs as they digested the carbs; both feeling quite satisfied.

"That was awesome, dad," Nathan said, tail lazily wagging behind him. "I hope there's no hard feelings about what I said last weekend..."

"No way! I deserved most of it." Thomas replied and then leaned back on his chair's two legs. "Wait, does this mean you're forgiving me!?"

"As Coach would say: 'you really stepped it up this week, Poleski!'" Nathan smiled and looked fondly at his father.

Thomas couldn't help but wag even faster and blush. "Or as my coach used to say: 'you knocked it out of the park, son!'"

Nathan rolled his eyes as his dad made a baseball reference and he stood up, picking up his plate. Thomas reacted by getting up as well and tried to take his son's dishes, but Nathan shook his head. "No, you've been doing this for me all week, dad. Let me help you."

Thomas nodded. "Alright, then you wash and I'll dry. You can tell me more about the Devildogs and who to root for during the game tomorrow. Other than you, of course!"

"Well..." Nathan started as he began to make soapy water. "I guess you would cheer for the offense when they're making a play, especially when they're in the red zone. That's when you're within the 20-yard line of the end zone. Or, when I'm out on the field, you should cheer when we get a sack or a down and stop the Serpents' offensive side, which would force them to punt. That's usually made on the fourth down when they have to surrender possession of the ball."

Thomas listened intently as Nathan spoke and handed him the plates and the dishes Thomas had used to make the food. He used a towel to dry them off and set them to the side. He paused as if he had an epiphany. "Wait. Tomorrow's game is against the Anston State Serpents, right?"

"Uh, yeah, dad. That's what I just said."

"Man, I bet they're ASS!" Thomas's face lit up as if he'd made the funniest joke in the world and Nathan tried his best to hide the snort of laughter that erupted from his lips. "Get it? Anston State Serpents? A. S. S.?" His father continued.

The younger husky was only slightly ashamed of laughing at the terrible dad joke. Right now, he could think of worse fathers than his old man. He handed the older husky a pan and rolled his eyes. "Okay, that wasn't half bad. You'll have to remember that one tomorrow when we go over to Sean's."

Thomas smiled and placed his hand on his son's upper back, clapping it, and was suddenly awestruck at how firm his son was. There was little to no give, just a hard mass of muscle underneath that soft fur. The younger husky turned his head and looked at his dad who was ogling him, hand still resting on his shoulder.

"Dad?" Nathan asked, a little concerned as he wasn't sure what to read on his dad's face.

"Nathan... there's something I want to talk to you about."

The husky finished rinsing the last dish and looked his dad in the eyes. "Is this about mom?" Thomas blinked, caught off guard as Nathan shrugged and continued. "I mean... it's not like I haven't noticed what's going on between you two, or what hasn't been going on between you, rather. I'm not a kid anymore, you know?"

"Oh... yeah. I'm gonna be honest with you, son. It's been... difficult. Actually, more than difficult. It's gotten so bad, I think I might... ask her for a divorce. I just want to make sure that you'll be okay before I go through with that. And that you know that I love you, no matter what." He exhaled, feeling like a weight was lifted off his shoulders, and took his paw off Nathan's back.

He looked up when he felt Nathan wrap his arms around his chest in a tight embrace. "I love you too dad." The husky said, burying his face into his dad's chest and held tight.

Thomas smiled and, for the first time since he could remember, truly hugged his son, giving him a tender lick along his cheek. The juvenile gesture made Nathan giggle and he broke the hug to wipe his face off on his dad's shirt.

"Gross dad! I'm not a puppy anymore either!"

"Heh," Thomas chuckled. "That's not what Eddie said!" He blurted it out without thinking.

Nathan's cheeks reddened as his dad brought up Eddie. "Hey dad, about that," Nathan said as his heartbeat quickened. "Since you came clean, I feel like I can too. I'm... more of a catcher than a pitcher."

Smiling, Thomas hugged his son again and held him close. "I know son. And like I said, I love you, no matter what."

Nathan blinked as he hadn't quite expected this reaction. "It doesn't weird you out?"

"Heh, I was a pretty rotten pitcher myself. Maybe we have more in common than you think."

The younger husky pulled away as his jaw hung open for a moment in disbelief. "Y-you mean you...? For real??"

Thomas blushed and rubbed the back of his head and chuckled nervously. "Aah ha ha... yeah... Figured I'd mention it... since we're coming clean and all. After the years of no sex with your mother and talking to Eddie... I dunno... it just felt more, natural. I've been practicing all week..."

"Practicing?" The younger husky asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I found your mother's dildos--"

"GROSSSS!" Nathan exclaimed, sticking out his tongue in disgust as he tried not to think of his mom's 'collection'.

"Give me a break," Thomas snorted. "They were the only dildos in the house!"

Nathan crossed his arms and leered playfully at his father. "Oh? Guess my hiding spot was pretty good, then."

Thomas huffed through his nose. "Yeah I suppose it was-- Wait, you wouldn't have minded if I had found your collection?"

"Of course I would have minded!" Nathan said. "But it wouldn't have been as gross as using mom's!"

They were both silent for a moment. Each smiling and wagging at the other. Thomas noticed Nathan's eyes occasionally darting downward and over his body as they stood there and he briefly wondered if that's what he had looked like to Scott Underwood earlier. Still, he wasn't going to push it. If all he and his son did was come clean to one another that was fine as far as he was concerned.

"Hey, dad?" Nathan asked suddenly. "Do you uh... Do you want to see my toys?"

"Yes!" Thomas blurted out and then quickly added when he realized how desperate he must have sounded, "I-If you don't mind showing them to me that is..."

Was he that horny after fantasizing about Scott? The thought of doing something that... taboo with his own son was deeply conflicting and exciting at the same time. He was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice Nathan lean in to lick him on the cheek before the young jock timidly took his paw and pulled him along gently.

"C'mon dad. Let's go to my room."

Nathan had never in a million years expected that his own father might be curiously gay, let alone into the same things he was, but he couldn't deny the excitement building in the pit of his stomach. Over the last week, he had started to notice the subtle changes in his dad's attitude and the way he stared at him. He wasn't sure what was going on, but whatever Eddie told his father, it must have really stirred something buried deep in his old man... among other things if dad was desperate enough to use his mom's toys. 'Gross.' he thought once more as they reached his bedroom door.

The younger husky could feel the heat of his father's paw while Thomas firmly gripped his own. Nathan's throat suddenly dried up as they stood in front of the closed door and he could hear his own heart thumping wildly in his chest. What was this feeling? The memory of catching a glimpse of his dad's bare gut earlier that week and then his fully naked ass the night before drifted into his mind. He glanced at the older red husky next to him, his father all smiles and wags. But this time, he couldn't help but find things about his old man's body that reminded him of Coach Collins and even of Eddie: the graying hairs that indicated age and refinement; the rough pads from hard-working paws; the slight wrinkles on his attractive face; the way his chest fur sprouted over the collar of his t-shirt in between his beefy pectorals; his masculine, savory, natural scent; the slight gut that Nathan found so attractive on older males... He paused his train of thought, mentally checking himself, as Thomas cocked his head at him in confusion.

'Holy shit, I think my dad is hot!' Nathan thought, lusty heat building in his chest with a mix of shame and embarrassment. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat and wetted his lips with his tongue. 'Kiss him!' the brief thought flashed through Nathan's mind like a bolt of lightning, making the fur on the back of his neck stand upright.

"Nate, are you okay?" Thomas asked. "We don't have to do this if you're having second thought--"

His words were silenced when his son's lips pressed to his. Thomas huffed in surprise but melted into the passion of the kiss when his son moaned from the taste of his lips. The older husky added his voice to Nathan's as they clasped paws and their grip tightened. Their other paws rubbed the other's chests and shoulders and back; anywhere they could find to touch as they sunk into the kiss. They knew it was wrong, but it felt so right in that moment and there wasn't anyone in the world that could see them or prevent their lustful coupling. They were just a father and his son sharing an intimate moment that not every parent and child could have.

Nathan tilted his head to the side, letting his tongue tip tease his father's lips. He felt the older husky's breath catch as if hesitant and he backed off. Only to feel his dad return the favor. He curled his lips into a soft smile and parted them, closing his eyes as he let Thomas take the lead and slip his tongue into his panting muzzle. His father wasn't an expert kisser, but it didn't matter to Nathan. It was so hot to swap spit with his dad. His tongue moved to greet the wet muscle that was invading his mouth and licking his teeth. Thomas's tongue withdrew and beckoned Nathan's to follow, to which the younger pup willingly did so. They shared a heated huff of air between them as they pressed close, Nathan's firm muscular body pressing against his dad's soft stocky frame, pinning him against the wall just outside his room.

Nathan nibbled gently on his dad's lower lip as their tongues danced and passed saliva back and forth as they began to grind on each other, letting go of their inhibitions and giving in to their lustful desires. Nathan felt his dad's erection press against his jeans, his own however was tucked in such a way that it snaked down his pant leg. He desperately wanted to pull his dad into the room and throw him on the bed and get a good look at the cock that made him. As that thought crossed his mind, he felt his dick twitch at that idea and it made him chuckle and break the kiss.

"Nate..." Thomas panted as he looked at his grinning son. "That was..."

"Hot?" Nathan murred and wagged his tail. "C'mon dad."

He pulled him into his room and closed the door behind them as his dad looked around nervously, unsure about what to do next.

"Why don't you sit on the bed?" Nathan instructed as he rummaged through the pile of messy clothes that lay strewn about his room and especially in his closet as he pulled out a box and set it aside before pulling out a bigger box underneath it that was labeled 'junk'. He grinned as though he were a pup on Christmas morning, sitting on his knees as he opened it up and pulled out the contents. Out came dildos of various shapes and sizes, from a knotted canine to a barbed feline, to a dragon with ridges, to a horse that was bigger than the one that Thomas had used the night before. There were exotic shapes such as tentacles and other monster-like cocks and even tongues.

"Th-those all fit inside you?" Thomas asked, blushing furiously as he tried to imagine what it would feel like.

"Heh," Nathan chuckled and rubbed his neck nervously. "Yeah... they all hit special spots inside of me."

"Any particular favorites?"

Nathan rubbed his chin in thought as he looked at all the dildos he had laid out in front of him in a half-circle, as if he were trying to summon a mighty cock demon. "This one." He said as he pointed to a particularly fat dildo that resembled a very well-hung canine. "The werewolf."

There was something about the tone in his voice and the sparkle in his eye that gave Thomas the impression that the younger husky very much loved it and would love to see his dad try it.

"Here get naked dad..." He said, blushing as the words came out of his mouth. "I-if you want to try some of them that is."

The older husky gulped and felt awkward undressing in front of his son, but he pulled off his shirt and revealed his soft furry gut. He looked down as Nathan crawled between his legs and put his paws on his dad's sides and began to kiss and nuzzle his bare stomach. He gasped softly as the whiskers tickled him, feeling oddly at ease with the fact that it was his son doing this. Nathan reached up to unbuckle his belt and pants but paused as he looked up to get the nod from his father as Thomas put a shaky paw on top of Nathan's head and gave him a soft pet.

"You're so handsome dad," Nathan breathed as he unfastened the pants and unzipped them. It was better than Christmas. He wagged his tail behind him as Thomas hefted his rump up to allow him to pull his pants down his legs and off his feet. Soon he was just sitting on Nathan's bed in nothing but a pair of tented briefs that were just as white as the fur around his inner thighs and belly.

"So cute!" Nathan commented as he leaned in and nuzzled the bulge, sniffing his dad's musk as the older man blushed furiously from being called cute for wearing briefs! Nathan inhaled the scent, letting it cloud his thoughts and permanently imprint his dad's masculine musk in his mind. It had a slight hint of pine from the shampoo he used, but it also smelled familiar much like his own scent. His tongue flicked out and licked the spot right where the crotch meets the inner thigh, causing Thomas to tense up and groan.

"S-sorry!" Nathan pulled back, blushing as Thomas's body went rigid and locked down, his legs snapping shut and preventing Nathan from getting anywhere close to his intimate parts.

"N-no no!" Thomas apologized. He still felt rather nervous about this whole thing. He hadn't ever experimented in the past with another guy and, while it was one thing to play with himself, letting someone else explore his body was an entirely different experience altogether!

Nathan rubbed his forearm and looked to the side. "Maybe... you want to explore me first?"

"We could try that," Thomas admitted and scooted over so Nathan could sit down on the bed next to him.

Nathan smiled and took off his jacket and shirt. He reached for his pants when Thomas put his paw down on top of his and put it to the side. "No. I'll get to that part when I'm ready. But first... let me admire my son's well-trained body."

Nathan leaned back, putting his paws behind his head as he let his dad take the lead. He smiled and panted lightly as he felt shaky paws begin to trace across his pecs. They were like firm, majestic hills that overlooked a valley of smaller hills below it. Every muscle was perfectly defined under his thick double coat of fur. Leaning over his son and placing his calloused palms down in the center of Nathan's pecs, he parted his paws away from each other, smoothing the fur down before his fingers touched the soft fleshy nubs of his son's nipples. Nathan's breath hitched in a gasp as he was played with, moaning under his dad as his nubs hardened as they were pinched and rubbed.

"Like that son?" Thomas asked.

"Oh fuck... yes dad..." Nathan squirmed, his tongue lolling out of his muzzle.

"Are you a good puppy?"

"Yes!" the younger husky yipped in excitement.

Thomas wagged his tail, loving his son's reactions to everything he was doing. He kept one paw caressing and playing with the stiff nubs of flesh that stuck out amongst the fluffy white fur around them as his other paw began to run over his son's abs. He missed having a body like this, and it was electrifying to him to be able to touch the magnificent specimen that was his son. His paw kept moving southward until he reached Nathan's waistband and swallowed the nervous lump in his throat before he continued.

Nathan froze and shuddered when he felt his dad's paw slide down into his jeans and grip the base of his cock and push his sheath down. He let out a heated moan and nearly came right there on the spot. His dad was touching him! He spread his legs out and let his father admire his own creation.

"Jesus..." Thomas cursed under his breath as he felt up his son. He felt huge... as his eyes wandered down the pant leg that pulsed to his touch, he would have placed his paw on a bible and swore his son was bigger than he was. "You definitely didn't get this from me, son."

Blushing just as red as his fur was, Nathan wagged and reached down to unbuckle his pants. His dad kept squeezing and playing with his swollen shaft, and as soon as Nathan's button popped, a wave of musk hit both their noses as the aroused husky's cock sprung free. Thomas stared in amazement as the shiny red cock twitched in his grip, staring at the thick purple veins that throbbed in rhythm with Nathan's rapid heartbeat. It was bigger than his, in girth and length. A bead of precum oozed from the tapered tip and ran down the course of the shaft until it rolled over his index finger.

"I uh... heh, may have ruined my jockstrap today," Nathan admitted, blushing and rubbing his neck nervously as he was caught red-handed going commando. "I definitely wasn't planning on thi--"

He gasped loudly as he felt his dad's lips on the tip of his cock and moaned loudly as his toes curled. Thomas wasn't sure what compelled him to do it, but, fuck, his son looked so hot and his instincts told him to just do it or stop; and he didn't want to stop. He pushed his head down quickly, trying to fit as much of Nathan's monster cock into his maw, and gagged as it hit the back of his throat.

"F-fuck dad! Sl-slow down!" Nathan squirmed as Thomas backed up and choked. "It's not a hotdog eating contest."

Thomas was filled with renewed vigor, something he hadn't felt in decades. He was so excited he just blurted out, "How could I resist with such a hot dog in front of me?" He teased as he dragged his tongue up the length, watching Nathan's face twist in pleasure. The older husky's lips closed around the tip and started to suckle on it, trying to be mindful with his teeth.

Watching his dad suck his first cock was so hot to Nathan, who was blushing and wagging his tail happily as he spread his legs and kicked his pants off his feet. He put an encouraging paw on his dad's head and gave it a few rubs and pets, panting and moaning softly as the older male took his time and bobbed a few times. Nathan was surprised at how natural it came to his dad but figured that he at least had an inkling of an idea how he would like his own dick sucked.

A few minutes passed before Thomas pulled off, eyes half-lidded and saliva covering his chin and a few strands connected it to Nathan's aching member. "H-how did I do son?"

"Amazing," Nathan said as he placed his paws on both of his dad's cheeks and pulled him up to share a sensual kiss and winked as he gave his dad's now wet briefs a friendly grope. "Now it's my turn to see where I came from."

Thomas shuddered and moaned, nearly climaxing right there as Nathan pushed him onto his backside, unable to fight the 200-pound Safety even if he tried. He grunted as he lay back and watched as Nathan ran his paws over his belly, raking his claws through the thick fur and kneaded it a bit before he grabbed the waistband and began to peel his underwear off. His thick cock flopped out into the open, glistening and dripping pre madly. Nathan smiled as he admired his dad's cock, wrapping a paw around it and stroking it curiously. It definitely wasn't the longest nor the thickest bone he'd played with or seen, but there was something special about his father's dick.

"You look beautiful, dad." He said as he hunched over and swirled his tongue around the head as he reeled it into his maw and began to suck on it.

"Oh... gods Nathan..." Thomas moaned his son's name out, closing his eyes as his paws clutched his son's head as his cock was sucked unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He shuddered as he shot precum deep into the warm cavern. He didn't mean to thrust, but his hips bucked and shoved every inch into Nathan's muzzle. The boy didn't even gag as he murred around it, sending vibrations up the older man's cock and spine. It was electrifying. It was incredible. Thomas was lost for words as he stuffed his cock in and out of Nathan's talented throat. He was in utter bliss as his knot swelled up around Nathan's lips and before the husky could stop himself, he threw his head back and howled as he shot cum into his own creation.

Nathan wrapped his arms around his dad's waist and held his head there, tasting his dad's cum and savoring the salty fluids before he swallowed his non-existent siblings. He felt a little guilty about the thought, but with how hard his dad was gripping his ears, he didn't have much of a choice. He wagged his curly tail as he finished off his dad's load and looked up at him with puppy eyes.

"N-Nathan..." Thomas gasped for air as his body spasmed from the climax, releasing his son's head and huffed. "That was... so good."

Grinning ear to ear as he was released, Nathan licked his chops and smiled. "I hope there's more where that came from, old man."

"Heh... I haven't felt this excited since... well ever!" Thomas panted as Nathan grinned and lowered himself between his dad's legs again.

"Good... because I want you to feel amazing, dad. Close your eyes...and let me know what you think of this..." Nathan said, a mischievous grin etched across his muzzle as he watched his dad do as he was told and grabbed his dad behind the knees, lifting his lower half up. He spread his dad's legs apart, getting a good look at his dad's wide ass inches away from his snout. Nathan was quite surprised to see his dad's clean tailhole that, while it didn't look as tight as he expected it to be, the wrinkled orifice was relaxed and looked like it was still recovering from some rough anal play. He brought his muzzle in, inhaling his dad's masculine scent, and then pressed his lips to it and began to tenderly lick.

"GODS!" Thomas cried out in pleasure. His body spasmed as he felt Nathan's lips kiss such a sensitive and intimate area. His eyes popped open and he saw stars as the younger husky between his legs french kissed his tailhole, sucking and pulling his father's ass closer to his muzzle. Thomas's head writhed back and forth against his son's pillow, moaning and spasming as his ring parted for Nathan's tongue, letting him into his depths. It felt so different but so amazing! Thomas could see why his son was so eager to please Coach Collins and Eddie. His toes curled high up into the air as Nathan's tongue pushed into the sunken crater and munched on his pucker.

His cock was raging hard once more as he submitted to his son, begging him for more, to go deeper. Anything. He was so desperate he begged Nathan to fuck him and put his grandkids in him. At that remark, Nathan pulled off and chuckled as he climbed off the bed.

"Get on all fours dad." He instructed him and watched the late-forties husky get into position. It was so hot seeing that puffy and slightly gaping pucker clench in anticipation, getting just a small glimpse of the fleshy dark tunnel inside. He wasn't going to fuck it. He was a pure bottom. He went to his collection of toys all neatly lined up and picked up his favorite, the Werewolf. It was time to see just how much practice his dad's ass had gotten.

He returned to his eager slut of a father with a bottle of lube, slicking one end of the toy up and spread his dad's cheeks apart, and gave the needy asshole another kiss before he pressed the thick tapered tip into his dad. The hole parted around it as he slowly eased it into him. He watched in amazement as the muscles swallowed it up, drawing it deeper into his cock-hungry ass. Thomas moaned as he looked over his shoulder, noticing Nathan wasn't actually in position to mount him.

"How's it feel, old man?"

"Fuck... so slick... wh-what is that?"

"My favorite toy, all lubed up... I wanted to see how you liked it."

Thomas moaned as he bit his lip, feeling the stinging sensation of his asshole stretching around the silicone. He clutched the bed sheets and moaned as his wrinkled flesh squeezed and milked the hard material as he felt every bump spreading him wide open. It felt so huge, it was incredible. His tongue lolled out as the toy pressed right against his prostate, making it difficult to stay on all fours. His arms wobbled and he collapsed face-first into Nathan's pillow, drooling uncontrollably as his body pushed back against the member until it suddenly thickened up more.

"Damn... dad your ass is incredible. You just went all the way to the knot."

The old dog winced as he felt the growing pressure inside him, even as he shook his rump a bit and tried to adjust to the size that was adjusting his guts. It felt different than his wife's toy but in a good way. He moaned when he felt Nathan start to pull it out slowly but paused when Thomas's hole clamp down on instinct and then relaxed to let his son stretch him out.

"That's it dad... breathe and enjoy it." He heard Nathan calmly soothe him. His tail remained up and out of the way as Nathan began to stuff the dildo back into him. His thumb massaged the short fur around his pucker, watching it get puffier as he pushed it in up to the knot again and watched the muscled ring clench up.

"I-I don't think it's going to go in..." Thomas whined, as much as he wanted to feel more of it deeper in him, he wasn't quite ready for a knot. Especially if it looked as thick as the one between Nathan's legs.

"I have another idea," Nathan smiled and withdrew the Werewolf, drooling as he had a front-row seat to see his dad's now gaping fuck hole quivering from the emptiness, the folded crater oozed with lube and was practically begging for something to be deep inside him.

Thomas's eyes were rolled up into his head, not really paying attention as Nathan returned to his toy collection. There was one special toy he hadn't pulled out of his box yet. A nice, double-sided dildo that he was going to finally put to use tonight with his dad. It was fairly thick, with molded veins all along the long length and several bumps near each end under the heads, perhaps to simulate barbs. Nathan grabbed it and reverently spread lube over most of one end. He knelt behind his father and gently sank the slick toy into Thomas's twitching tailhole. The older husky groaned in bliss as his loosened ring gave way to the silicone shaft and then gave a lusty gasp when it went even deeper than the werewolf had. Nathan stared at his dad's asshole, amazed at how much he could sink in. Evidently, his father hadn't been lying about practicing.

"Fuck yes!" Thomas moaned as the shaft rubbed against his prostate and the tip pushed against the point where his lower gut curved to the right. His erection spurted precum onto Nathan's bedsheets like a broken hose and his hole spasmed as if trying to eject the intruder that had traveled too deep.

"Damn, dad, you-- That has to be over ten inches inside you!" Nathan breathlessly said and then his cheeky grin returned before he continued. "I guess 'like father, like son' really is true."

"Just... fuck me, please!" Thomas whined.

"Hold your horses, pops. I gotta get myself ready first."

Nathan twisted the dildo with one paw, watching his dad shudder and moan uncontrollably while Nathan began to rub his fingers against his own needy pucker, smearing lube against it. It didn't take much to get his pliable tailhole ready for action. Within seconds, he was already three fingers deep as he listened to his dad huffing and whimpering loudly. He climbed up on the bed with a loud creak as the box spring beneath the mattress groaned from the weight of the two cocksluts. Nathan turned around without taking his paw off the dildo as he got into position, butt-to-butt with his dad, as he directed the dildo to his own tailhole. Curly tails brushed against each other as they wagged. Nathan moaned as he felt his end push against his ring and slowly sink inside. Once he was sure it was in, he looked back at his dad who was face down on his pillow, ass up and stuffed full of silicone.

"Okay, dad... now we just push back." He instructed as he took a deep breath and began to lean back.

The two red huskies moaned in unison as they shared the same toy, taking it as far as they could until their plush rumps were pressed together. Feeling his dad wag against his backside felt incredible, and the toy was so deep, it was hitting all the right spots for both of the cocksluts. It was hard to pull back, as both of them didn't want the dildo to leave their stretched insides.

"F-fuck son..." Thomas whined and chuffed, his muzzle was slack as he rested on Nathan's pillow, drooling as he was already fairly close to blowing his load. His son's muscular ass pushed against his and stuffed the toy in deeper, forcing it right up against the curve in his guts and the older husky moaned: "Nate, I-I'm gonna cum-!"

"G-go on dad..." Nathan encouraged, his massive swinging balls lightly tapping his father's as he rocked back and forth on all fours. He put a paw up against the wall beside his bed to brace himself. His tongue lolled out as he looked over his shoulder, watching his dad squirm.

There was a loud whine of ecstasy as Thomas slammed his ass back, forcing the tip of the silicone inside of him past that gut curve and making it lewdly bulge his gut. His fat taint and balls crashed into Nathan's as they pulled up and unloaded cum across the bedsheets. Long white streaks of virile, fatherly semen stained the covers. Thomas's eyes rolled back as his hole spasmed from bliss, milking the dildo that was so deep inside him. The older husky hugged Nathan's pillow as he gave a few thrusts, feeling the toy slip a few inches out and back into his well-stretched hole.

Nathan groaned as he could smell his dad's powerful scent fill the room as the older husky peaked. Reaching under himself, Nathan stroked his cock, desperate to join in on his father's orgasmic pleasure. His knot throbbed and Nathan whimpered as he squeezed it, letting out a slutty moan as he shot rope after rope across the bedsheets. He groaned and pushed back against his dad's ass, his stomach similarly bulging from the toy as he milked himself empty.

Spent, butt-to-butt, and incredibly high from good feelings, Nathan and Thomas remained there for a good while, breathing in the shared musk of father and son. It was euphoric for both of them as they wagged their curly tails and didn't want to move. Being more experienced, Nathan recovered quicker and was the first to start to pull off the dildo. The toy was slick and slipped out of his stretched hole where it dangled out of his dad. Thomas had nearly passed out. He was so comfortable in this headspace, lying with his face on Nathan's pillow and his ass up for his son to see. He stirred when he felt Nathan's paws on his rump, slowly kneading and massaging it.

"You were fantastic, dad." Nathan said with a blush as he wrapped a paw around the toy and began to slowly pull it out of his old man. Thomas moaned and clutched the pillow, begging for it to stay inside him. Nathan chuckled, remembering he had a similar reaction when he first started playing with his toys. "If you let me pull this out... I have another toy I'm sure you'll love."

Thomas relaxed the best he could even though it felt incredibly awkward to have his own son pull the dildo out of his ass. His nerve endings sent shivers up his spine and his cheeks burned red with embarrassment as inch after inch withdrew from his hole. By the time the silicone slid free, his insides felt hollow as the young jock slipped off the bed and picked up a plug that looked like it would suit his dad's need to stay full.

Nathan eased the buttplug against his father's stretched hole, twisting a few times before the battered ring gave way and popped inside. The older husky gasped and clenched, securing it inside of him with a heated groan. "There! One bonafide, stuffed, and fantastic slut!" Nathan said with pride as he admired his dad's desire for such kinky fun. There was no response from Thomas who was on the verge of passing out on his bed. Nathan reached out to shake his dad's shoulder, getting an unintelligible groan. "C'mon dad..." Nathan grumbled. He wanted to cuddle at least, but the old man needed to move and make room for him!

Finally, he just picked up the older husky, Thomas was a bit heavier than what Nathan normally deadlifted but he managed as he carried his dad to the master bedroom. The young jock realized now just how strong his coach must be in order to carry him through his house! The thought made him swoon as he nudged open his dad's bedroom door with a foot and put him on the bed. He smiled as Thomas curled up and Nathan tucked his dad under the covers, eyeing the medium-sized horse dildo on the nightstand. The younger husky climbed in behind his father, spooning him and giving him a kiss on the nape of his neck. Thomas rolled over and returned the kiss to Nathan's lips and pressed his forehead to his son's chest. They held each other close and slipped off to sleep, dreaming of what their future holds.