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Jake Lyka jerked awake as the old Greyhound bounced. It creaked and groaned then settled back down.

"Fucking potholes."

He was on a bus going down Interstate 35 from Dallas to Austin. It was still two hours to go until he reached his destination, and just his luck, he forgot to charge his phone. The only other people on the bus were some teenagers coming back from a mission trip and a grumpy old man glaring back at them. Not the best people to try and hold a conversation with.

With nothing else to do, he turned to look out the window. There wasn't much to see, but watching the hills pass by helped him relax. He had to do something to pass the time now that he was wide awake.

He was heading towards Austin to see his dad, Luke Lyka, for the first time since he started college. It had been almost a year, and he was excited but nervous. He had gained quite a bit of weight over that long year, and he was no longer the slim grey wolf his dad knew.

Here Jake was, soft and round, with his fur growing out every which way. He didn't mind the weight, but the change in appearance made him really self-conscious. Before college, he had been kind of a twink, but now he was more of a bear cub than anything.

His dad, on the other hand, was built like a truck. Clean-shaven, broad shoulders, thick arms, the torso of a strongman, and legs like a lumberjack. Jake would even bet money his dad could crush a watermelon with his thighs. Needless to say, his dad was hot.

...A stud. Not hot. Why would he even think that? Sure, he had a bit of a thing for older guys, maybe even some daddy types, but definitely not his own father.

No. Nope. Not going there. We're stopping the train before it gets anywhere near that station.

He jumped tracks immediately and thought back to his high school History teacher, Dr. Kirk.

Kirk was a malamute around 40 years old. His white fur was streaked with grey, and he had a soft southern drawl that was like music to Jake's ears. He was soft around the middle and his arms were well toned, giving his figure an almost fatherly appearance.

Jake had had a crush on Dr. Kirk since his freshman year. Kirk was 90% of the reason Jake hadn't switched out of AP History his senior year of high school, and also the reason Jake was always having to wash his sheets. That man was gorgeous, and Jake was smitten.

Jake thought back to all the wet dreams he had about Dr. Kirk over the years. Ones of Kirk holding him, kissing him, making love to him. Others of Kirk dominating him, disciplining him, fucking him...

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Jake stepped up to the door and hesitated before knocking.

"Come in." The voice was soft, but stern, and Jake had to obey.

Jake opened the door and stepped inside. Dr. Kirk was there, sitting at his desk, silently organizing papers. Jake, not sure what to do, stood there and watched.

After a moment, Dr. Kirk sighed, set his papers down, and looked up at Jake.

"Sit," Kirk ordered. "Do you know why you're here?"

Jake shook his head, awkwardly pulling up a desk so he could face his teacher, but not able to meet his eye.

"I-I'm not exactly sure. Why am I here, sir?" Jake could barely get the words out. He knew he wasn't doing well in class, but he definitely wasn't failing...

Dr. Kirk stood up and walked around the desk until he stood behind Jake. Jake shivered and tried not to look back at him.

"I asked you in, today, because I was worried about your performance." The last syllable trailed off into a gentle hiss as Kirk placed his paws on Jake's shoulders. Despite his fear, Jake's tail began to wag at the gentle pressure. Even now, his attraction to Kirk was obvious.

"What about my p-performance has you worried, sir?"

Kirk began to rub Jake's shoulders, making the younger wolf whimper despite his best efforts to keep quiet.

"You've been distracted lately, son. You tense up around me, and you can't even look at me straight. It's like you're afraid of me, or somethin'." Kirk's paws were rubbing him harder now, massaging out the tension in his shoulders and making him moan.

"I-It's... not your fault, sir. I can't help it, b-because... Mmph... Oh god, that feels good..."

Kirk leaned in and whispered, "Because you want me to fuck you."

Jake spun around in his seat, eyes wide and ears flat against his head. He was practically shaking in fear as he stared up at his teacher. Kirk smiled, almost ominously, and held onto his shoulders even tighter.

"All you had to do was ask, son."

Before Jake could react, Kirk's groin was already rubbing against his nose. He couldn't help but breath in, his nose pressed against a growing bulge. His fear turned to shock, and then into arousal.

"S-Sir..." He tried to choke out, but a dominant growl cut him off.

"When you're between my legs, you call me Daddy, son." Kirk grabbed the back of Jake's head and rubbed his nose against Kirk's growing cock. Jake whined, but he didn't protest.

"I know how much you've been wantin' to get a closer look. Don't be shy, now."

Kirk unzipped his pants and pulled out his sheath. Jake's eyes widened as the thick, veiny cock slid out and landed right on top of his snout. He wrapped his lips around the head and used his tongue to tease the tip, getting a mouthful of pre as his reward. It was tangy, but pleasant, and Jake desperately wanted more.

He began to bob and suck on the dick in front of him, but the more that he tried to take, the more that seemed to come out of the sheath. By the time the bulb of the knot slipped out, there was almost ten inches facing Jake down. Try as he might, there was no way all of that was fitting in his mouth.

"What's wrong, son? Cat got your tongue?"

"I just don't think I'll be able to... get much more of this in me, Dad."

"If it doesn't fit in that end, we'll just have to make it fit in the other. Isn't that right, son?"

He pulled Jake to his feet and bent him over the bed. He pushed off Jake's pants and roughly tore a hole into the back of his underwear. That's when he stopped, taking a moment to admire the view.

"Mm... What a beautiful ass. Looks almost good enough to eat." He smirked at his own joke and pushed his wet nose between Jake's cheeks. Luke's long tongue slid from Jake's balls, up his taint and right into his hole.

Jake moaned as he felt the wet tongue stretch him open. He'd never been rimmed before, so this was a new experience. It was thinner than a dick, but it still made him squirm and press back, desperate to get more of it inside. Just as Jake was about to cum, Luke chuckled and pulled away.

"That's about enough to get you all lubed up. Ready for the main event?" Luke punctuated his question by slapping his cock between Jake's cheeks. Luke turned to look back at his dad and pouted, lifting his tail even higher.

"You should know better, Jakey. Pouting never works on me." Luke began to push in at an agonizingly slow pace. Jake tried to press back into it, but his dad grabbed the scruff of his neck and held him in place.

"No, boy. It's daddy's turn, and daddy likes to take his time." Centimeter by centimeter, inch by inch, he slid inside. Jake's hole was almost too tight, but he was slowly being stretched open by his father's cock.

When he was barely halfway in, Luke began to thrust, driving his cock a bit deeper into Jake each time. Once his knot rubbed against Jake's cheeks, he slid all the way out, and thrust all the way back in. Jake's moans had turned to breathless pants by this point, and he was doing everything he could to keep up with his dad, but he wasn't going to last long.

"Dad, I need... I need to cum!" Jake whined.

Luke growled and pulled out, leaving his son flustered and unfulfilled. He wasn't going to be unfilled for long, though, as Luke flipped him onto his back and pressed their bodies together.

"I want to see your pretty face when I cum inside you." Luke slid his cock back in. Jake's cock throbbed every time his dad's thrust, smearing pre between them. He was getting close again, but Luke was already there.

"Dad..."

"I know, son. I'm almost there." Luke pulled Jake's head in and gave him a passionate kiss, slipping his tongue inside. Jake whined and sucked on it, desperate to feel more of his father inside him.

With one final thrust, Luke's growing knot slipped into Jake's hole, immediately ballooning inside him. Luke howled and gave his son a few more thrusts before filling Jake with his seed.

Before the afterglow had even started, Luke was already trying to pull out. Jake tried to hold him inside, but Luke growled.

"I couldn't get you to cum from one knotting, so I'm going to knotfuck you until we're both covered in cum." Jake nodded and whimpered as he felt the enormous bulb slowly slide out of him. With one great big pull, and a loud pop...

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Jake yelped as he began to cum, jostled awake by another bounce from the old Greyhound. He hugged his backpack tightly, pump after pump of cum spilling into his pants. Every time he thought he was finally done, another surge of pleasure ran up his spine, and more cum pumped out of his cock, until finally, he was spent.

He sheepishly looked down at his crotch, blushing at the giant wet spot trailing down from his crotch to his knee. It was going to be hard to hide that when he got off the bus, let alone when his dad picked him up...

Jake groaned and buried his face in his hands.

"Fucking potholes..."