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"BWAAHAHAHAH!"

A cacophonous roar of laughter drowned out the sound of the TV. As a beer can was cracked open, another clanged as it was tossed aside to end up colliding with an identical, crumpled piece of aluminium litter.

More than half of this laughter could be attributed to the Rottweiler who sat on the left side of the couch, the rest was from the black furred Javan Langar on the right side of the couch. Between them was a twelve-pack of beer that had since been reduced to three. There were also two bowls of cashew nuts, a bag of pork scratchings and a phone.

A notification woke the phone screen causing the monkey's laughter to die down as he reached for it. Uninterested in the latest notification, his attention was instead drawn to an older one that still sat in his alerts. It was from someone listed as 'JJ'.

"Have fun with my dad. I guess." It read, with an upside-down smiley face at the end.

A sour but melancholy expression spread over his lips. The monkey turned his phone over.

"Everything alright, Bailey?" JJ's father, the Rottweiler, asked.

Bailey shrugged.

"Yeah it's all good Mr. Brudenell, it's just an email from a professor."

Bailey had no clue how to explain the situation with JJ to Mr. Brudenell. He wasn't too keen on telling him that he and his son had been fucking ever since they went to university. Things had been awkward between them ever since it came out that Bailey was also fucking half the football team. They'd never made anything official, but JJ had felt like a year of sex had to count for something. Besides, saying something to Mr. Brudenell would have gotten in the way of Dad Swap.

Dad Swap was their yearly tradition where they'd 'trade' Dads for the day. Bailey would hang out with Archie (JJ's Dad) whilst JJ hung out with Grant (Bailey's Dad). It was how, after a day of going to a football match and then a pub, Bailey had ended up on a couch with a man over twice his age watching a 'Funny Football Moments Compilation.'

"Just asked you if you'd go gay for the A huh?" Archie chortled at his own joke, his belly moving as he laughed. Bailey laughed along.

If you asked Bailey, he would say that Archie was the splitting image of JJ but with a couple of decades added on. The 53-year old's face and body were as thick as his skull. His jowls had drooped with age so that now whenever he smiled his tongue would loll out after them to hang down over the grey fur on his chin. The rest of his fur had retained those characteristic Rottweiler colours with the exception of a few speckles of grey.

Thanks to his career as a college sports coach, Archie had remained somewhat stocky despite his age. His thighs were built like pumped up rugby balls, his biceps like footballs and his pecs were flat and sturdy like oversized hockey pucks. Even when he wore baggy clothes his build was apparent. Most of his muscle had translated into a beer belly now that he was nearing retirement.

Huffing to himself, Bailey averted his gaze. If he stayed looking at Archie for too long he'd be reminded of JJ, or rather what he wished JJ looked like.

Bailey had one hell of a thing for older men. Especially the sleazy ones like Mr. Brudenell. He'd downloaded every gay hook-up app on the market just to make sure he was casting his net as wide as possible. So far, he'd had plenty of success.

It helped that he was pretty good looking himself. His friends described him as having a swimmer's physique, but with broader shoulders. Not muscular enough to be a hunk, not skinny enough to be a twink. He was lean enough that it was obvious he frequented a gym and the track. Most importantly, his muscles were large enough to net him plenty of compliments on Barkr. Bailey sent his mind there, to the messages tab of that app, to distract himself from Mr. Brudenell. It worked, for the most part.

The minutes ticked on, the videos changed, and they managed to finish off the rest of the beer before Bailey began to shift uncomfortably in his seat. A bulge had been lurking in the front of his shorts all day with Archie around and thinking about the older men in his DMs had started to stir it. It was the Rottweiler who burst the dam and got Bailey hard in his pants.

All Archie had done was stand up, stretch, and in doing so exposed his happy trail. The fur there was course and naturally drew Bailey's eyes down to the dog's crotch. Visible through his thin pyjama pants were the lines of his briefs and nestled right where the pouch would be wasa bulge the size of Bailey's hands. The monkey bit down on his lower lip.

"I'm just going to grab the whiskey from the cabinet." Archie said as he set off towards the kitchen.

Bailey took his chance and shot up from his seat to head for the stairs. He was halfway up them when Archie returned.

"Hey! Where are you off to?"

"Just going to the bathroom quick!" Bailey replied with a laugh, clutching his phone tight and covering his junk with the other hand.

The moment he was behind the safety of a locked door he opened Barkr and flicked over to the messages tab. His jeans and boxers were around his ankles before the messages had even loaded. At the top of the page was a message thread with 'JUSTSEXTING2359', a faceless profile with no details at all. Bailey didn't mind; his account didn't have any pictures of his face either.

'You around?' He sent to the anonymous man before scrolling back up to their previous messages. Specifically, the saved photos.

Whoever this man was, he was a canine (possibly a Doberman) with the thickest slab of uncut cock Bailey had ever seen. Sometimes he would show off other parts of his body, but truth be told Bailey was mostly interested in the guy's junk. The slow videos of him jerking it, the ones of him rolling the foreskin back and forth to show off the preslick head, his heavy balls...

A notification appeared.

'Hanging out with a friend, but I'm here Son.' A shiver ran down Bailey's spine as he imagined the message being said in a dusky, masculine Gentleman's voice. 'What are you after? ;)'

'Can I see your cock? I need to get off, fast.'

'Hehe, why so desperate?'

'I'm with a guy who I want to fuck but shouldn't'

JUSTSEXTING2359 sent a photo just moments after Bailey replied.

Bailey opened it almost immediately.

It was a photo of the man sitting in an armchair wearing nothing but tight white briefs. He'd allowed the tip of his cock to poke out the bottom of his underwear. Bailey started to fap at his cock more furiously as he stared intently at the picture.

'Why can't you fuck him?'

With one hand on his cock and one hand on the phone, Bailey typed:

'Long story.' And then a new message 'God you're hot.'

A few more were sent: one where the dog was gripping his cock through his underwear, one where he'd lowered it enough for the tip to peek out and one final one with the briefs on the floor behind him with his cock standing tall and proud.

'I wish you were here so you could fuck me with that.' Bailey had sent the cringey message before he'd even registered what he had typed.

That was when Bailey noticed the background looked oddly familiar. It looked a lot like the living room downstairs. Mr. Brudenell's living room.

Before he could take a closer look and potentially give himself the shock of a lifetime, he'd pulled his jeans back up and was shoving his phone into his pocket. He was at the bottom of the stairs when the Barkr notification pinged from his phone. Bailey froze at the chime of that distinctive sound.

"Bailey!" Mr. Brudenell yelped with surprise. "Uh, that took you a while!" Was all he said.

He started to move again when Archie made no reference to the Barkr notification he'd just heard. All the monkey could manage was an awkward laugh as he took his seat and folded his legs in an attempt to hide his raging erection.

Mr. Brudenell wasn't wearing the clothes the Rottweiler in the photo was wearing, so that was a relief. Of course, it had mostly likely been a saved photo, but as long as Bailey didn't look over at the armchair in the corner he had no reason to continue suspecting he'd been sexting his childhood best friend's divorced Dad. Part of him wished it was true and tempted him to look over and confirm it, but reason quickly won out.

They started up another Youtube video and shared a glass of whiskey. After a few minutes of waiting to make sure he was in the clear, the monkey checked his phone. The message from the anonymous stranger read:

'Show me how bad you want it, Son."

He knew that he shouldn't do it, but he was going to do it anyway.

Surreptitiously, Bailey angled his phone away from the older man. He took a moment to scroll through his gallery, eventually finding a nude hat he hadn't sent to this particular stranger. It was one of him on his back, legs in the air with his ass on full display to the mirror. Send.

The Barkr notification sound was heard loud and clear. It hadn't come from Bailey's phone.

"Hah! Forgot to mute the damn thing."

Bailey looked over the top of his phone to see that the Rottweiler was surprisingly calmly searching for his phone. Mr. Brudenell typed in the password, swiped at the top of his phone screen and then finally opened the photo. He didn't smirk or blush like Bailey would upon receiving a nude, instead the dog frowned.

Mr. Brudenell turned to look at Bailey. His eyes flickered between the phone screen and the monkey.

The monkey didn't say anything, instead checking his phone on instinct. He saw the last photo he had sent the stranger on the app. It included his face.

Mr. Brudenell straightened out but did not turn away. He started typing on his phone and sure enough the chat bubble appeared on Bailey's phone screen. Downing the glass of whiskey he had in hand; Bailey closed the app as if that would prevent Mr. Brudenell from sending the message:

'Are you a catfish?'

The sound of what was now the second Barkr notification from Bailey's phone answered that question.

Bailey's heart was pounding in his chest, his stomach was sinking, and his head was spinning all at once. He didn't know if he should laugh or flirt or leave or play it off or lie or what. Half of the monkey's mind was warning him how gross this situation was and the other half had already fixated on how hot it was.

How many times had he seen this guy's cock? How much time had he spent imagining wrapping his lips around it or his hands or.. or... His eyes had locked onto the Rottweiler's crotch. He tore them away straight to Mr Brudenell's face only to see that the older man was glaring right at Bailey. Not at the monkey's face but his crotch. His crotch where the bulge in his gym shorts was more obvious than ever. He shifted his leg to hide it, but there was no denying it.

"So uhh... Bailey."

"Mr. Brudenell?"

"I uhh... wasn't aware you were on that type of app." The Rottweiler chuckled.

"I uhh- didn't know that you were gay either."

"Oh, that's not what I meant at all!"

That thought, the fact that he'd always been pretty certain Mr. Brudenell was straight, hadn't even crossed Bailey's mind yet. Whilst Bailey's face was a mixture of terror and surprise, Mr. Brudenell was grinning ear to ear.

"For the record though it's not like I've been hiding it. Only keep it anonymous so none of the exes recognize it! I can't believe JJ never mentioned all the guys he's caught me with."

Confused about how exactly Mr. Brudenell felt about this whole situation, Bailey absently replied.

"No, he-uh, he never mentioned it."

"What a shocker! He told me all about you two."

"What?!?!"

"Oh yes! Everything from the first time to the last time. Even said you had a nice bum, and I can't say that he's wrong!"

Mr. Brudenell snorted at his jest and at Bailey's flushed expression.

Perhaps it was the lust that had been building for weeks or maybe it was the alcohol going straight to his head, but Bailey blurted out:

"And you have a nice cock."

The dog's chuckling stopped abruptly. Bailey shifted in his seat, falling silent.

"Well now, that's a bit lewder than my comment ain't it?"

Bailey's head swam with panic and embarrassment as he scrambled to think of how he could play it off as a joke. He might have been able to pull it off had Mr. Brudenell not leaned over to say:

"Got a thing for Rotties have you?"

As a fierce blush spread over his face, it became blatantly obvious that Bailey did in fact have a thing for Rottweilers. Groaning in defeat, the monkey planted his face in his hands.

"Ha! Look at you! Acting like a big man all day, but one joke and you lose your nerve quicker than your Mother loses her overalls."

Ever confident, the dog continued to press when Bailey mumbled something into his hands.

"What was that son? Nervous about my age are you?"

Mr. Brudenell asked rhetorically as he shuffled closer and reached his arm along the back of the couch past Bailey's shoulders. Spoken in a low and sultry tone, he followed this with:

"Or does that just make it hotter?"

That was more than enough to spur Bailey into finally doing something. The monkey's hand darted out and grabbed for Mr. Brudenell's lower regions. Still not looking he gripped the man's thigh at first, but then felt around until he had the dog's bulge in hand.

That was all the Rottweiler needed. He returned the groping, quickly finding Bailey's stiff cock with his hand. A whimper escaped the younger man as he felt a bead of pre leak down his cock. Mr. Brudenell's hand was bigger than Bailey's dick and had the whole thing pressed against his belly. Mr. Brudenell's hand ground down upon it, applying pressure to make the monkey produce the most desperate of noises which served to excite them both.

When he was sure that Bailey had adjusted to the groping, Mr. Brudenell used his other hand to turn the monkey's head towards him. Their eyes met for a second. The dog's were cocky and confident, the monkey's were desperate and needy, both were full of lust. Simultaneously, they both turned their heads to make out.

The scent of alcohol was strong on their breaths, stronger still on their tongues which quickly met in the space between their mouths. They rolled and pushed against one another as their hands drifted from the other's genitals to the other's bodies. Mr. Brudenell had Bailey by the hip and shoulder whilst Bailey's hands worked their way over the dog's chest. Being pulled in by Mr. Brudenell, Bailey adjusted so that his crotch was up against the dog's thigh.

There, in Mr. Brudenell's embrace, Bailey couldn't help but feel emasculated in the hottest of ways. The grey stubble of the man's beard rubbing against his face was a sexy reminder of how much older the Rottweiler was. The way he kissed, expertly and with passion, was an exciting reminder of how much more experienced he was. Supported by the dog's grip, Bailey began to grind his cock against Mr. Brudenell's leg.

This didn't last for long. His arousal grew faster than the sexual tension between them had appeared, and Bailey found himself having to pull away lest he bust his nut with his pants still on. The two came face to face again as Bailey took a moment to pant.

"Such a good-looking fuck." Mr. Brudenell grinned.

"You're not too bad yourself." Bailey shot back.

"Found your voice again have you?"

It was true, Bailey was feeling confident once again. He'd fucked plenty of guys and flirted with even more on Barkr, but none of them were going to be as good or as old as Mr. Brudenell.

"How else am I going to moan your name?"

Mr. Brudenell's grin seemed to grow wider.

"Mind putting my whiskey back in the cabinet?"

"Sure! Try not to cum from staring at my ass."

Bailey hopped off of the man's lap and retrieved the whiskey from where it had been placed on the floor.

"Whilst you're there open the bottom drawer yeah?" Bailey heard the Rottweiler shuffling about behind him.

Turning into the kitchen, Bailey approached the only cabinet in the room and opened the glass display case where the rest of the alcohol was kept. The bottle was placed back in the only empty space. With that done, he knelt to open the drawer. The only thing inside was a half full bottle of lube. Smirking, he grabbed it and hurried back to the living room. Just as he turned the corner he asked:

"Hey, Mr. Brudenell? Why do you keep your lube in the kitchen?"

"So, I can do this."

Bailey stopped in his tracks with his mouth remaining slightly open and his eyes transfixed on Mr. Brudenell's body. In the short minute that Bailey had been in the kitchen, Mr. Brudenell had stripped down to his socks and patterned boxers. All too obviously, Bailey's eyes flicked down to look at the dog's manhood.

That thick uncut cock he'd seen so many times on Barkr had been positioned to poke through the buttons on the front. The thing was a monster. It was beyond the point at which Bailey could assign a length to it and was instead just simply 'huge.' That being said it was certainly larger than JJ's, even counting the younger dog's knot. The head of Mr. Brudenell's cock was already shiny with pre. Some of it dripped down to the floor as he used a thumb to angle his cock downwards.

"Like what you see Son?"

Once again finding himself unable to speak, Bailey settled for nodding as he tried to swallow the frog in his throat.

"You can worry about my cock later; I want to see yours now." The dog said as he licked his lips.

His brain had been set to autopilot the moment he saw Mr. Brudenell's cock. Bailey hooked his thumbs through the band of his gym shorts and the boxer briefs beneath them. He was just about to drop them both when the part of his brain that knew how to be a tease turned back on. Instead, he only lowered his shorts which he kicked himself out of as he slowly walked forwards. As he completed the last few steps over to Mr. Brudenell, he removed his hoodie and tossed that too leaving him in the boxers and a graphic-T.

Having finished travelling, he found himself standing directly in front of the Rottweiler. Eyes full of lust, he looked down at the monkey in anticipation. Mr. Brudenell was just a bit too tall to be at crotch height with the monkey, so had to lean down to have his head level with the boy's cock bulge. He brought himself closer to mouth at it through the fabric and felt it twitch in response. On instinct, Bailey reached out to massage it with his hands, but was quickly stopped by the older man who took him by the wrists.

"Don't worry about your dick, you just look pretty for me yeah?"

Mr. Brudenell leaned back to look at the monkey's expression. He was breathing heavily, his tongue flicking out to wet his dry lips. His eyes were locked right onto Mr. Brudenell's finger which was lightly rubbing where the head of Bailey's penis would be. There was an awkward look in the monkey's eyes; he was unsure of what to do with his hands. Taking charge, Mr. Brudenell said:

"Arms above your head. Let's get that shirt off."

Bailey did as he was told. The last thing he saw before his vision was obscured was Mr. Brudenell standing up. The next thing he knew he was looking right into the dog's pectorals and his own shirt had been discarded.

"You've got a peach for an ass, you know that right?" Mr. Brudenell grunted.

Bailey could only give an affirmative mewl as Mr. Brudenell started to play with his ass. He gripped both plump ass cheeks through Bailey's boxers, giving them gentle squeezes and slow rubs. One hand took a journey up the small of the monkey's back, whilst the other dived into his boxers to fondle. The fur there was a little thicker than elsewhere; it felt nice to the both of them as Mr. Brudenell ran his hands through it.

Mr. Brudenell pulled just the back of Bailey's boxers down. Both hands darted to one cheek each and began administering a rougher treatment. They pulled, squeezed, squished and pinched the monkey's bubble butt as Mr. Brudenell spoke his dirty words loud and clear.

"You feel getting fucked by Daddy's cock tonight?"

It was exactly how the two of them spoke on Barkr...

"Want Daddy to stretch you out?"

...And it made Bailey's entire body shiver.

Bailey nodded with his head pressed against Mr. Brudenell's chest. The foreplay on his ass halted with his cheeks prised apart.

"You want me to fuck you hard?"

"Mm!" Bailey added to his next nod.

"What was that? You want Daddy's thick dick in you?"

He was going to make him say it. There were so many other things they could do first, so many things he wanted Mr. Brudenell to do, but he was also much too desperate to put the main event off in even the slightest.

"Please! Please fuck me!"

Mr. Brudenell chuckled at the monkey's answer.

"Oh alright, but I prefer it when the cocksucker is desperate for it, and I don't think you're that needy yet."

The dog's hands moved to take a hold of either side of Bailey's boxers.

"I don't mind fixing that though."

For a moment, Bailey thought that the dog would rip them straight off of his hips. Instead, he slowly lowered them and intentionally caught the monkey's cock with the waistband. Bailey's breathing hastened; it was clearly an enjoyable sensation for him. After just a few seconds of it dragging, his boxers were lowered enough that his cock sprung back against his belly causing him to gasp ever so slightly.

Bailey had never considered himself to be that large, packing only five inches of fairly thin cock , but Mr. Brudenell was clearly happy with what he saw.

"Pass me that lube, son."

He'd forgotten that he was holding it. Wordless, Bailey handed over the bottle.

Leaving Bailey's boxers around his thighs, the dog squirted out a healthy dose of lube onto his right palm and reached out to work it over the boy's length. He shivered at the initial touch, partially from the temperature of the lube and partially from the anticipation leaving his body to make way for a new building sensation.

It started in his balls, quickly spreading to the base of his cock and his lower stomach. Bailey bit down on his lip when he noticed it; the feeling of an impending orgasm. Mr. Brudenell had only just started to touch his cock and he was already thinking of cumming.

Mr Brudenell's grip was firm, but soft enough that he wasn't squeezing. His hand didn't glide so much as pump efficiently and smoothly. He was clearly used to giving handjobs to older men past their prime, not young guys who could still get off every night and still want more. Mr. Brudenell had a rhythm to it, and he didn't miss a beat. He'd had enough practice to give handjobs with his eyes closed and his mouth open. And whilst he didn't close his eyes, he did start to open his mouth and lean in.

Bailey watched with a mixture of fear and lust in his eyes, but soon relaxed and allowed them to roll when Mr. Brudenell simply licked a drop of pre cum from the head. Even just that faintest touch sent electric down Bailey's spine.

Mr. Brudenell's hand sped up, working its way up and down the length every three seconds. Bailey felt himself losing it a little as his mind drifted. It was Mr. Brudenell's voice that forced him to focus.

"Flex for me, Son."

"Huh?" Bailey's eyes fluttered open, confused.

"Flex! I want to see those muscles."

Confused, but willing, Bailey hit the classic position. Shoulders to elbows out straight, curled at the elbow towards him with his wrists too. His muscles and his abs were defined nicely in this position, not too bulky or over the top, but just enough that Mr. Brudenell could run a hand over the monkey's washboard. Almost as a sort of reward, Mr. Brudenell gave Bailey a few more pumps around the head of his cock eliciting a short gasp from him.

Eager for further 'rewards', Bailey changed positions. He brought his arms up behind his head to show off his pits and gave another flex. From there he stretched his arms out behind him pushing the palm of his left onto the back of his right to show off his shoulder muscles. Finally, he curled them in front of his body, but made the mistake of flexing a little too hard and caused his cock to jump in Mr. Brudenell's hands.

"There you go..." The dog purred has he suddenly started to jerk a lot faster, causing Bailey to stutter and drop his pose.

Bailey felt himself bending forwards into it, his hips bucking every so often as he dropped his posture in preparation for an orgasm. His shoulders slacked, his back curved and his toes curled into the fabric of the carpet. The monkey was just moments from the point of no return when Mr. Brudenell took his hands away without warning. There was no increase in pace leading up to the edge or anything, his hand simply continued on the upwards stroke until he was no longer touching him.

Bailey whined with need and half thought about finishing himself off. He might have tried, had Mr. Brudenell not pulled the monkey onto the couch. It was an awkward and clumsy manoeuvre. For a moment, Bailey was in Mr. Brudenell's lap. Their lips met for a quick peck before Bailey was rolled to the side so that he was on his back with Mr. Brudenell looming over him.

"Roll over."

Obedient and desperate, Bailey rolled over and put his face in a couch cushion. He felt his underwear being pulled off over his ankles and instinctively shifted his legs so that Mr. Brudenell could see his taint. One of the dog fingers reached out to stroke the monkey in that sensitive spot, causing a shiver of anticipation to run down his spine and straight to his dick. It flexed against the couch, dribbling pre onto the fabric. That need only grew as he heard the squelch of the lube bottle as Mr. Brudenell squeezed more out.

A moment later he felt the cold lube being rubbed onto his hole by the dog's thick fingers. Two spread it across the pucker before working their way inside, eliciting a deep groan from Bailey. He did not lift his head from the pillow, but gave his approval by grinding his cock into the couch. Even as experienced as he was, Bailey had to bite his quivering lip as the two fingers continued deeper. He felt every minute twitch of the dog's digits, especially the parts of his fingers that were rolling over his prostate. If Mr. Brudenell had been patient enough to tease the monkey with a bit of prostate play, Bailey would have busted his nut into the couch cushions. Fortunately for Bailey, it wasn't long until Mr. Brudenell's fingers had reached their knuckles.

As Mr. Brudenell judged if Bailey needed more stretching or if he could go straight to fucking with his cock, he worked the fingers in and out. He was slow and careful not to poke the monkey's prostate too much. Mr. Brudenell was half tempted to tip him over that edge; the way his asshole flexed and griped would have driven him into a rut had it been his cock. Instead he added a little bit of extra lube along with another finger and pushed forwards. He found the monkey to be more stretchy than he had anticipated as he took it to the knuckle fast and with little resistance. He was more than ready.

Mr. Brudenell removed his fingers. Bailey's tailhole winked as it tightened back up. Something about seeing that set off a desire in Mr. Brudenell's brain; he was going to leave this boy gaping and dripping by the time he had to go.

"Roll over for me again? I like seeing boys faces when it slides in."

Not all inconvenienced, Bailey did as he was told. As he turned, he exposed the wet patch on the pillow he had been grinding his cock into. His cock had been leaking pre non-stop from the point his prostate was first touched. From the foreplay alone, his cock had hardened to the point that it was as stiff as a metal pole.

"Legs up. Show me that tail."

Bailey brought his knees up towards his chest. With Mr. Brudenell's help, he adjusted until he was in the right position; propped up on that sodden pillow with his ass sticking out ever so slightly. He kept his legs parted so that they could see each other's faces, and more importantly their cocks. Both of them were equally hard, but Mr. Brudenell's stood tall and proud against his belly. Bailey's was in the same position, but with him laying down it didn't feel quite so assertive. No part of him felt dominant now that he'd gotten a good long look at Mr. Brudenell's cock. All he could think about was it splitting him open. Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long.

More lube was applied to his hole, and a lot more was lathered over the dog's cock. He gave it a few swift pumps with one hand as he shuffled closer on his knees, then used that hand to point it down towards Bailey's asshole.

"Ready?" Mr. Brudenell asked as he frotted his cock against Bailey's crack.

The monkey nodded.

One meaty paw grasped his buttock, the thumb teasing close to his tailhole. Bailey, who had been holding his legs up, reached down to part the other one. He wobbled slightly as the fat cock head was pressed up against his pucker, then audibly moaned as it was pushed inside. Pain mixed with pleasure as his asshole stretched wider than before. Each extra inch made Bailey softly moan and mewl, each one growing louder and louder until he cried out at the feeling of his prostate being squished.

Bailey's hand darted back to his leg to support himself as he watched that thick cock slide deeper and deeper. Mr Brudenell was deep enough that he let go of his cock and Bailey's ass to instead hold the monkey's legs as well. He worked the rest in with his hips, treating the younger man to slow, rolling thrusts. Soon Bailey could feel the coarse crotch fur of the dog tickling his taint as every inch of it was buried to the hilt.

"You're a tight one aren't you?" Mr. Brudenell grinned as he leaned forwards with a huff, somehow finding an angle at which he could poke a little deeper with his tip.

"You're just... really thick..." The monkey half-laughed, amazed that he'd taken all of it.

"Feel that good huh?"

It felt as if Bailey could feel every vein on the dog's fat cock. Every twitch was an electric impulse that shot through him, and every tiny movement was apparent. In turn, Mr, Brudenell had to grit his teeth every time the monkey tensed ever so slightly. It was as if the two were made for another. Bailey, too horny to communicate that, instead opted to nod as he looked up into the dog's eyes.

The black and brown hips of the dog pulled back from the monkey's, dragging every last inch out. Just as his cock was about to slip free, Mr. Brudenell thrust back in. Then out and then in. Out and in. He allowed the monkey just three of these to adjust to before he stopped balls deep. After one last grin, the dog pulled out much faster than he had before and then pumped back down to start a rhythm. Bailey groaned with pleasure the moment it started, and didn't stop mewling until it was done.

The dog's fat balls plapped against Bailey's plump ass over and over. Wet squelches sounded out beneath the moans and the creaking of the couch, the sounds of passion were all that could be heard. Moaning, groaning, grunting, squealing. Bailey's body sunk down into the cushions and Mr. Brudenell bore down on top of him. If Mr. Brudenell had possessed a knot like his son, Bailey would have been pushing back onto it until they tied. Instead he enraptured the dog with his eyes, looking helpless and needy until Mr. Brudenell got the message.

Bailey's cock had been leaking pre onto his belly the entire time he'd been getting fucked. A dark, sodden patch had spread across the fur there - which was now sticky with clear precum. Mr. Brudenell often liked to fuck deep and slow, allowing his partners cum to leak and spill out of their cock. Tonight, was not one of those nights. The passion and excitement was palpable; he had no choice but to get a cumshot from Bailey. Resolving to make him shoot it over himself, Mr. Brudenell took the monkey's cock in one hand and started to stroke it.

The response was instant. A pleasured wail escaped Bailey, who shot up to watch the hand wrapped around his cock. One of his hands lingered nearby, ready to jump in and finish himself if Mr. Brudenell edged him. He soon rolled back against the couch with a satisfied groan as Mr. Brudenell's hand started to slowly move up and down the monkey's length.

As Bailey's length became slicker with lube and precum, Mr. Brudenell increased the speed of both his thrusts and strokes. He made no efforts to synchronize them; instead barraging the monkey with both out of time to ensure that he did not go a moment without pleasure. It worked, sending Bailey into a fit of panting and moaning as the tingling in his crotch grew.

At one point Bailey happened to squirm, almost removing himself from the dog's cock. Mr. Brudenel responded by using one of his massive paws to clasp Bailey by the hip and drag him back over the inches. A wild whimper escaped Bailey as he bit down on his lower lip and closed his eye.

Every thrust shook his body and his senses. Everything melted away until there was just him, Mr. Brudenell and the shuddering orgasmic pleasure that was overtaking his body.

Cum shot out from his veiny cock in ropes as his whole body trembled. Virile seed shot over his body; the first being so intense that it splattered against his own lips. On instinct he licked the pearly substance up, delighting at the unique and ever-wonderful taste. More if it covered the black fur of his belly. It rolled over his form to catch in the dips of his abs and the tighter clumps of fur until five potent shots worth had been spent. The last dribbles ran down his cock, but were soon smeared into a pillow as the dog fucking his ass released his cock and flipped him over with a restrained roar.

The moment Bailey had supported himself with his arms, Mr. Brudenell started fuck even harder than before. A constant wail escaped Bailey as fat balls slapped into his own spent nuts. The intensity didn't last long as the dog soon wrapped his thick arms around Bailey; one around his neck and the other his chest. One last whimper of Bailey's was drowned out by a deep roar of Mr. Brudenell as the dog's fat cock began to twitch and spasm inside of the monkey.

However much cum Bailey had spilled, Mr. Brudenell must have put twice as much in the monkey's ass. The monkey lost count of how many times the dog's cock twitched; each time spurting more and more seed into him. He felt the majority of it inside of him, but plenty was rolling down his taint and decorating his rim. All he could do was moan and gurgle as Mr. Brudenell kept him pinned beneath.

Eventually, the dog's cock stopped twitching. He took a few deep breaths. Bailey took a considerable amount more. He squirmed beneath the dog, cock still lodged in his ass with his own now flaccid between them.

All of a sudden, Mr. Brudenell began to move.

"That was fun kid, but J.J will be home soon."

The reminder of Archie's son made Bailey's hands scramble for his phone. He found it and unlocked it just as Mr. Brudenell's cock popped free.

"Wait!!!" Bailey cried and thrust the phone behind him so the dog could see.

There was a text from J.J twenty minutes ago. It read:

"Too late for me to walk home. Sleeping over yours. We're probably going to use your bed."

Bailey might have taken notice of the "we're" had the dog's fingers not started getting frisky again.

"Well if there's no need to rush..." Bailey started.

"... I guess we could keep Dad Swap going a little longer." Mr, Brudenell replied as he slipped four of his fingers into the boy's cum filled hole.