Training for the Disabled List
Friday nights we're invented to go out and do stupid shit. Or at least that was how Artie thought of the world. But with his leg set and tender going out wasn't an option and of course doing stupid shit at home wasn't nearly as interesting as doing it on the town so he sat alone on the couch and flipped absently through channels.
It was the first time he wanted nothing to do with football. Busting your ankle was bad enough. Busting it at practice was adding insult to injury. The Rottweiler looked down at his body and sighed lamenting the possible loss of his meticulously sculpted figure. It took hours of drills on the field and even more hours in the gym to get his frame to have the steely cobbled look he'd been so proud of. He was rubbing his abs before he even realized it, silently imitating the worshippers who lavished their constant attention on him every time his shirt was left undefended. Maybe he should have called somebody, he thought taking his shirt off, he could at least get a fondle before Dad got home.
But as time wore by Artie couldn't find a good excuse to invite anyone over: DVD player broken, nothing on TV, nothing to eat. Eventually the TV settled on some show about cars and drifted him off to sleep. He was deep enough that he didn't notice the door slam shut when his old man came home. The elder canine debated waking his hulking son but after a long moment just climbed carefully over his leg and sat in the chair opposite the flickering box. The light heave of his bare chest with it's sharply contrasted black and tan was inviting. Reminded the still bigger dog of his days in the League.
Brusque, muscley men sweating and shouting over the trimmed and manicured grass. The chaos of bodies smashed together in a musky sea of chittering pads and masculine grunts. Good times. Maybe Arthur would follow his footsteps; he was well on his way already. But as always, the good old days brought the rottie to the locker room. Meaty naked bodies glistening with sweat or water depending on which direction they were going. To this day locker rooms gave the old dog a boner.
Not unlike the one tenting his jeans now actually. He looked down, past the belly he always had and always well had, padding on top of a layer of unbeatable muscle, and stared for a glad moment at his dick. Debate filled his mind again but quickly his baser instincts won.
"Artie?" he said testing his son's nap.
Not a thing.
Not needing any more proof he hurried his thick fingers to his crotch, unzipping his pants and sighing as his bulging briefs poked out. The clean white cotton trembled with his heartbeat looking eager and proud amid its denim blue surroundings, and as it grew wet from his mounting arousal, the canine got just as eager. He rubbed the fat head slowly through his underwear, smearing the copious precum into his palm. A toss of his head back into the comfy recliner, hid the growing transparency of the the thin fabric and the shade of black starting to show through it. He knew it was coming. He could see the familiar details in his eyelids. His thick cock straining against the wet undies, his sopping hand sliding back and forth, covering then revealing it over and over.
He breathed deep, smelling his own manly sex in the air, then sighed again, looking back down. Fingers dripping with pre, schlong standing up like a rocket and his powerful legs splayed for easy access. He licked his fingers for his salty juice while he fished for the flap in his shorts. The boy was still asleep, unaware of his father's lechery. Through his fingers, the big rottweiler watched his son breathing, the muscles flexing and relaxing on his frame. Even disabled he looked powerful. Thick legs like his old man, long and powerful and lead up to a....
Was it the smell or was it just a good dream? The lust-addled father wanted to believe the former as he noticed the bulge in the young dog's shorts. This was why he loved guys wearing loose fitted clothes. It showed off just how long his meat was. It was big. Had to have been a good ten or eleven. They were more alike than he thought. He bit his lip and pulled his out foot of flesh out, rubbing the hot, moist skin slowly at the thought of terrible things that should never leave that room. It took all his strength not to sneak over to the sleeping canine and pull his shorts away to see.
His strokes got faster as the temptation grew stronger, the soft wet slapping sound of his hand against his groin only making it worse. But for all his efforts, the fatherly perv grunted loudly, holding back his orgasm while his wet crotch throbbed and trembled in the throes of near climax. The grunt was followed by a throaty growl before the edge subsided and he was left panting and a little fatigued for the tumultuous sensation.
Artie, though, roused at just that moment, groaning and stretching while his distracted father licked his fingers again to wait out the post edging tingles. He breathed in the sex-swamp air and started up a bit, searching the room and finding his father, massive prick wet and sloppy, long before the big dog finally met his gaze.
"Dad," Artie started slowly, "What the fuck, man?"
An awkward silence settled in the room, the lingering smell of dog sex the only sign that anything was going on at all. They both considered and thought in silence until Dad spoke up.
"I'm just workin' up some courage, boy." He said slyly, standing up so his jeans spilled to the floor in the same motion. "You've been out of sorts and I've kinda been pickin' up on some vibes. I just want to make you an offer."
It was a bluff but now that the Old Man thought of it most of it was true. Ever since his injury Artie wasn't feeling very strong and what better way to feel good than sex. That's what it was made for.
"So you wanna fuck me to make me feel better?" "Damn straight."
The old linebacker strode across the room and gave his dick a quick squeeze to wipe off the precum coating it. If he wasn't going to take him on it now he was never going to. But to both of their surprise, Artie lifted his fingers and grabbed his dad's cock. Neither one was a stranger to cock, though they never admitted it out loud and the way he stroked at the fat, dark length was proof. The younger dog took it slow, sliding his fingers from the very tip to the very base, twisting gently just to get used to the girth. It was thick enough that even his meaty paw couldn't fit around all of it.
"You've done this before," Dad implied, laying his own mitt on the boy's head. Suddenly he was in the mood for a blowjob, he hoped Artie was queer enough to get the signal.
Artie just shook his head and licked off a bead of pre. "I jack off a lot," he insisted purposefully neglecting to mention the numerous handjobs he'd acquired. "Come on Dad, if you're trying to make me feel better, shouldn't you be jerking me off?"
The big Rottie laughed and bent over slowly savouring the chance to undress his hung son. He slid the light gym shorts down from the waist so it dragged against his boner. His son moaned gratuitously, shifting back to hurry the pants off. His cock flopped out like a club, slapping his belly and leaving a wet mark in his short fur, then swung back into place, throbbing demandingly as he watched his dad strip him. It was strangely liberating to have his dick out for Dad to see. To be absolutley naked and drooled over.
That was the look on the elder's face after all. Staring hungrily at the boy as his stubby tail wagged back and forth. "You've got a dick just like your old man, boy," he said, squatting a bit to get their bodies closer. He pushed both glistening, dripping rods together, shifting up and down to a quiet chorus of moans until they were lined up, balls swaying against each other and their cock bases mashed firmly against one another. "I'm still bigger though."
He grasped the back of the couch and ground against Artie's body, his rounded belly rubbing the clearly built abs, sliding back and forth so their hot, wet skin rubbed firmly together. Both growled under their breath leaning into the touch as well as they could with the cast propped up in the way but soon their leaking dicks had made a thorough mess between their flush bodies. The younger of the two suddenly grabbed on to his father's thick build and started thrusting purposefully. Dry humping, so much as their wet dicks would allow it to be dry, at his dad as the intimate union started to really take hold.
He wanted badly to get into the old man. He was right, he was already feeling better to be fawned over and the perfect way to prove it would be to fuck him.
"Easy, Artie. Gotta work up to these things. Now lemme see if the ol' jaw is as loose as it used to be."
He stooped lower, making sure he left a trail of precum across his son's balls before he dropped to his knees and gave Artie a long lick. His tongue slurped quickly, lapping up the precum and the musky sweat off his skin, up and down and down and up. He was definitely the experienced one. Twisting circles around the fat meat just as wide as his own then spreading his mouth wide and carefully inching his son's dick into the warm maw.
"Fuuuuuck..." was the only thing Artie could think to say. It was best blowjob he'd had in at least the last year. Most of his admirers were clumsy with with a monster like his. They didn't know how to use their tongue when he was in their mouths. It wasn't that they didn't want to or they didn't know how. It was just too much cock to deal with. But Dad, Dad could handle it.
He slid faster from the head toward the root, stopping just a couple inches short to tease the very tip of it with his writhing throat. Artie could hardly think straight, bucking awkwardly toward his father's face as the old dog undulated his tongue against the underside of his dick. Each wave making him grunt with pleasure and more than once shoot out a wad of pre so big he thought he was cumming.
"Daaaaad..." He moaned, clutching at the couch, breathing heavily and staring down at his father's head. He was torn between all the things he wanted to do but mostly he wanted to fuck him. "Come on....."
Dad was off in his little world. His son's dick tasted good. In fact it was the best tasting cock he could remember. He had never been to fond of taking it up the ass but he could always suck a tasty schlong. So when Artie interrupted him he was half inclined to tell him to back off but it was for the boy so he lifted off, pre and spit dangling between them. "What do you need?"
"Turn around."
It was a request as much as an instruction. The ex-linebacker licked his lip and sighed, looking around the room for something that might support his weight. Sadly his best bet was to just take it like a man, doggy-style.
"Careful with your Old Man, he's no bottom bitch," He chided himself and his son as he turned around and flicked his stub of a tail up.
Artie, groaned as he lowered his cast then knelt behind his father's surprisingly plentiful ass. He grabbed onto it, kneading into the soft cushion to feel the still tight and powerful muscle beneath. It was good and warm and perfect for fucking so far as the young rottie was concerned. He looked around, as if one or both of them had brought lube but instead he just found two fat cocks making wet stains on the floor. So he leaned in, slapping Dad's ass so his head slipped right between his cheeks and smearing his own hot lube against the tight pucker between, then grabbed the bigger dick dangling toward the ground, milking the warm juices into his palm until he had a sloppy handful of the stuff. He started with his own shaft, smearing it back and forth for thick coat then wriggling his fingers into little hole.
"Oh yeah...." Dad moaned gratuitously, not surprised but a little embarrassed at how much he was enjoying the treatment. "Get it in deep, boy. All over."
As soon as he felt his fingers had probed deep enough though, Artie pulled out and lined up his cock. The long rod throbbed desperately making it hard for a moment but finally he pressed his leaking head into the pucker and surged forward. The old dog howled at being so roughly stretched but his dick jumped for joy, slapping the belly hanging there with a quiet, wet slap, sending a string of pre cum up his chest and across the floor. The young rottie pushed slower after he felt his dad's body clench around his head, sinking in inch by inch much to his father's delight. He growled happily, wagging his little stub and making his tight passage wriggle even tighter around the dogmeat sliding in deeper. Soon both of them were moaning in cacophonous unison, balls slapping each other as he buried himself in.
They panted for a minute, Father and Son linked together, literally at the hip, until, spurred by his Dad's wagging tail, he charged back up into a lusty fervour. He pounded fiercely at the Old Man's hole, sliding nearly out of him before plunging back in then pushing in to shake the heavy body propped up on his own thick arms. Over and over, he slammed into his father's meaty frame, groaning and cursing in wild abandon. Artie couldn't hold hold back if he wanted to.
Meanwhile the bigger rotweiller grunted under his breath with each rock of his hips. He bit his lips, holding back his second orgasm, this time a bead of thick white cum dripping onto the floor. He took his son's battering as well as he could. It wasn't the first time he'd taken a big dick and hopefully it wouldn't be the last but it was hard handling such an enthusiastic fucker. He could feel precum, squelching out of his ass, as the hot rod made as thick a froth as he could with it. But without a break he was getting close to a third much faster than he could control. He wanted to say something but there was no pause in the thrusting.
No pause that is until just as suddenly as he was full, he was empty. "Gonna..." Artie groaned as he jerked his meat furiously. He didn't finish his thought, though Dad knew exactly what the ending was, but instead, howled and unleashed a torrent of hot cum. Thick ropes of it splattered on that hard ridden ass, splashing vibrantly on the dark fur dripping and oozing as he worked to coat every inch he could in sticky jizz. Artie jerked out as many shots as he could, making sure each one marked his conquest, even aiming down to get his balls. Finally he slumped down and wiped his spent dick on his father's leg before climbing back up into the couch.
"Feelin' a little better, boy?" Dad asked, grunting with fatigue as he rose up to his feet. He wandered absently around the couch and smiled at his proud dick, swinging dangerously around, the big wad of cum his son had just painted his ass with and powerful reek of fresh sex. "Well let me finish up and then I'll go take a shower. After that we can get some chow."
Artie opened his mouth to agree, feeling just as proud of himself for giving his father such a good ride but in that same moment, he found his head pulled to the side and a fat cock head shoved in his mouth. He struggled to get away but his father just grunted and filled his mouth with the cum that had made him. Gush after thick messy gush of thick cream bulged his cheeks, threatening to drown him unless he drank it down as fast as he could. He gulped and swallowed but for each one two more shots of spunk followed. Soon he had his dad's thick nut dribbled down his chin and onto his powerful chest while his father continued to cum, putting his son's load to shame.
But eventually it had to end, dogcock flopping down between his legs, while Artie struggled with the last few ounces of cum. Dad slowly raised his dick up again and wiped it on the young rottie's face smearing it slowly and laughing as he did. "Come on, boy, don't be mad," he insisted cheerfully, giving him a gentle slap with the heavy rod against his nose. "Can't raise a spoiled asshole. Gotta get whatever you give."
He first moved to walk away but he stopped and leaned down, licking his boy's cum-splattered cheek and swallowing the spent milk. "You're gonna be kickin' ass on the gridiron in no time."