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Gallivant's Dad-Venture

By Ajax B. Coriander

Inspired by Bravo's wolf dad and skunk boy:

https://www.furaffinity.net/view/36658437/

Started: Nov 8th, 2018

Finished: May 7th, 2023

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Gallivant slipped into his running shorts, they were tight on him, and he often wondered if they showed off that he didn't usually wear anything underneath them. The fit skunk ran a comb over his fur that was still scruffed up from the night before. The 18-year-old glanced down at himself, he was shirtless, but that didn't matter. All the guys around town ran without their shirts, it was just the way it was done.

He adjusted his glasses, grabbed a pair of wireless headphones, and ran out the door. He had some electronic music playing like he usually did on runs like these, the voicelessness let him tune out everything and just think. He only had a month before he was going to be off at college, and pretty soon he'd be leaving all of this behind. He'd only be 3 hours away, but that was still 3 hours between him and everyone he'd ever known. Sweat pooled under his fur as the warm morning sun beat down on him, he huffed as he glanced down at his smartwatch, he was already 15-minute mark of his workout.

The skunk decided to take the long way home, he ran past his old high school, thinking about how intimidating it'd once felt, but now it seems so small compared to the things that were about to come. He rounded the corner and dashed past the old house that had once belonged to his best friend before he moved, they still tried to keep in touch, but the distance made things hard.

The houses started to grow farther apart the farther he went out, and trees started to grow up in thick clumps between them. He turned down a light brown dirt road, and he found himself under a canopy of trees. The old angel oaks grew out across the roads, their branches just barely touching as bright light filtered down through the leaves. The little rays of light danced in the wind, making the who road shimmer. The air smelled different here, there was a freshness to it. Not that canned chemical freshness of pine-sol or Febreze, but a true clean air. He took a deep breath in, and he slowed down. He just took it in for a moment, trying to lock the scent in his mind.

That's when he noticed where he was. He was on Spring Valley Road. The skunk smirked, and his stumpy round ears twitched. He took off again, his tail fluffed, before he rounded a turn that'd take him down Timbershine Way. The road led to a dead end, and just off to the side was a driveway. He turned down it, and he saw an old two-story house, the house was canary yellow with bright white trim around the windows. The front porch was bright white, and the bright red door stood out like a sore thumb against it. His eyes drifted to the garage, the main door was open, and inside it was an old truck. The hood was propped up, a work light hung from it, and there was a large figure bent over it while his paws were buried deep inside the insides of the engine. His grey tail flicked behind him, and he cussed under his breath.

"Fucking Ford piece of shit, I should have traded you in for a goddamn Toyota years ago," the old wolf grumbled.

The skunk smiled, and his tail wagged a bit- a habit he'd picked up from his dad's side of the family. He saw the wolf's head pop up finally. He was wearing a white tank top that was tucked into a pair of faded blue jeans, and he had on a thick black leather belt with a big silver belt buckle with a moon etched into it. His mustached muzzle twitched, and he grumbled at the truck in front of him.

Gallivant moved in closer, and said, "Hey Grampa Arthur."

The wolf's body language instantly changed as he heard that. His ears perked up, his tail fluffed a bit and started to wag, before a smile came across his muzzle. "Hey kiddo!" The old wolf said, before gesturing for the younger skunk to come over. The boy slipped off his headphones and put them into his pocket with his phone. He walked up to the older wolf, and he hugged him tight. He was a head shorter than the wolf, so his muzzle rested against the older wolf's muscular chest, and his own chest pressed into the wolf's soft belly. His large fluffy tail wagged, and he squeezed the older man tight.

"Gramps! I decided to swing by when I realized I was nearby, so what's up?" The skunk asked.

"Oh, just swapping a part out on my truck. Do you think you could give me a hand? My old paws are too big to fit in and hold a wrench in place as I tighten it up using a ratchet." The wolf explained.

"Sure, I can do that." The skunk replied.

"Wonderful." The wolf walked over to the engine and pointed down to a wrench already resting on a bolt. "Alright, just hold that tight, and don't let it move."

"Like this?" Gallivant asked.

"Yep, just like that Galie," Arthur said back.

The nickname made the skunk blush a bit under his fur, if anyone else had called him that he would have snapped at them, but it always seemed right coming from the old wolf. He was a little surprised as the wolf came up behind him, and Arthur's body pressed into his.

The wolf grunted, and he said, "Sorry pup, gonna have to get a little close to do this."

Gallivant rested his paw on the edge of the hood, and Arthur's rested next to it. The skunk could feel the old wolf's soft belly pressing against his lower back, and the wolf's belt buckle dug under his tail. His left ear twitched, and he gulped as he realized the old wolf's crotch was pressed right against his ass. He shook that thought out of his head as the wolf reached around him and took ahold of the ratchet. The skunk was surrounded by the wolf's big strong muscular arms, unable to escape his scent. It was rich and earthy, it reminded him a lot of his own, but with a more diluted tang. The wolf started to move his arm back and forth, his powerful chest muscles rubbing against the skunk's upper back as his arm squeezed around the boy.

Arthur's nose twitched as their scents began to mingle, and a strange feeling began to rise inside of him. He squeezed onto the edge of the hood a little tighter and bit his lower lip. The skunk's mind began to wander, and he wondered just what soft part of the older wolf was pressed against his tight running shorts. He tried to shake those thoughts away, but then the wolf whispered.

"Yeah, just like that Galie, hold it nice and tight. I'm almost done, just a few more strokes," the skunk's toes began to curl in his shoes, and his face turned bright crimson under his fur. The wolf was really pressing into him now, his muscular arm flexing as he finished the last few turns. The wolf grunted hotly into one of his round black ears, and a shudder ran across the skunk's whole body. "Yeah, there we go... that's a good boy. Alright, we're good." The wolf took a step back, and the heat that had just surrounded him left him and he felt cold.

The skunk shook his head, and he turned back around. He saw the wolf smiling at him, and then he watched the wolf's eyes look down, and his head cock to the side. Gallivant's eyes turned down to see what the wolf was looking at, and a feeling of horror shot through him as he saw the thickest, most throbbiest, boner he'd had in all the time he could remember. It rivaled the morning wood that was so hard that it felt like it hurt. The tip was drooling too, it'd already worked through his grey shorts, and left a big dark wet spot above his tip. The tight shorts left absolutely nothing to the imagination. It outlined every flex and curve of his shaft.

The skunk tensed for a moment, and he gazed back up at the older wolf who was now looking him in the eyes. He was blushing too through his grey fur, the white parts on his face showing it more. Gallivant felt like a deer in the headlights for a moment, trapped by his grandfather's gaze, and then he decided to run. That part-prey instinct from his mom's and grandmother's side taking over, and trying to bolt.

But the old wolf was quicker, his arm shot out, and he grabbed the skunk by the shoulder. "Hold on... Galie, it's okay."

"I..." the skunk said, his voice shaking, "I... I'm not sure... what... I..." the boy was rumbling now, and tears were filling his eyes. The wolf pressed the switch on the wall next to him, and the garage door began to close. The skunk began to hyperventilate, and what the wolf did next surprised him. He pulled him into a hug, a hug that was tighter than before, one that was filled with love, and understanding. The boy tried to push away at first, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to push away, tried to forget this moment was ever happening. He felt his shaft pulsing against his grandfather's leg, and he began to sob into his chest. His tears soaking that white tank top.

"Shush, Galie... It's okay, really. You don't have to be afraid; I'm not mad or angry with you," the wolf soothed as he began to lovingly stroke the skunk's back. "Just let it out, I understand how hard this is."

Part of this all seemed so strange to the skunk, when he imagined his grandfather figuring out he was gay as a spade, it would go a lot differently. Jacob, the boy he used to mess around with, had been whisked away in the middle of the night when they'd found out he was gay. That's just what happened in a town like this, but gramps... gramps was just showing how much he loved him. His heart stung, part of him wondered if this was all just a lead up to the other foot dropping, and the wolf would soon tell him something horrible.

The skunk just hugged him back, squeezing him as he calmed down emotionally and physically. The skunk sniffled, and he felt the wolf scruff his head fur. The wolf gingerly brushed his knuckle against the skunk's cheek in a loving way and then brought up the lad's face so he could look him in the eye. "Alright, let's get some lemonade and talk."

The skunk gulped, wondering what that might mean, but he just nodded his head. The last time he'd heard words like that, his counselor at church camp had caught him kissing Tommy Thompson and they had a long conversation about how he shouldn't love other boys. The old wolf guided him into the house, past the wall that held all the family photos. In the center was a picture of a much younger version of the wolf and a pudgy skunk in a wedding dress, a grandmother who died long before he was born. The wolf's white mustache and hair were a bright shade of orange, time having bleached them. His dad had the same ginger hair, and he had a bit of grey in his fur, but he'd taken more after his grandmother than his grandfather. Next to that was a picture of his mother and father on their honeymoon, the two skunks grinning in front of a sunset, and under that was a picture of himself inside the truck he'd just been working on with his grandfather. He couldn't have been more than 5 and seeing that made his heart twinge for some reason and his eyes water again. He sniffled and dried his eyes on the back of his hand.

The wolf guided him into the living room, and he sat him down on the middle couch. The wolf went off to the kitchen and began rummaging around in the cupboards. Gallivant thought about running again, but what was the point? He was just a short drive away from his folk's house, whatever his grandfather was about to say he would hear eventually. His stomach was twisted in knots, and he felt so small in the middle of that big plush couch. It seemed to engulf him, his ears twitched and flicked as he heard every tink and clunk from behind him. He scooted to one side, so he could squeeze onto the couch's arm rest for support.

He white knuckled the sofa, and he took some deep breaths, trying to calm down. He nearly jumped out of his skin as a jingle of ice hitting the side of a glass came from beside his head. He looked up at his grandfather and smiled nervously before he reached out and took it. Arthur smiled back from under his mustache, and he reached down to squeeze the boy's shoulder reassuringly. The older wolf plopped down the couch next to him and took a drink from his own glass. The skunk did the same, and he felt a little happier as the sweet liquid rolled across his tongue.

The wolf took the glass from his lips, and he stared off into space for a moment, before he turned to the skunk and bluntly said, "I'm Bi."

The skunk choked on the lemonade in his muzzle, coughing as the citrus stung his nose, and he looked at the older wolf in shock. Out of all the ways he'd run through this conversation through his head, he never thought that this is how it would begin. He just looked at his grandfather in shock.

"What?"

"Your gramps plows pussy and has guys suck his dick," the wolf said with a smirk, "I thought those gen zed kids were... oh what was the term, woken? On those kinds of things."

"You mean... woke," the skunk corrected. "But... what?"

"A love of dick runs in the family, really." The wolf said with a shrug before taking a sip of his glass. "Your great grandpa had a whole set of photos of him fucking his war buddies, I found them when he died. And your dad... maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but I guess there's no harm in you knowing. Maybe you won't look like a cornered jackrabbit once I tell you." The wolf relaxed into the couch's softness a bit. "He used to think he was so clever, always inviting his friend Roland over, turning on some music so I wouldn't hear them rutting like wild dogs, but I came home early one too many times to find a trail of clothes leading to his bedroom. I honestly thought he'd marry the boy. But he moved away, he was so crushed, and he walled himself until his senior year, and then your dad met your mom."

"Wait, do you mean Uncle Roland?" The skunk asked, his jaw dropped. He wasn't a blood relative; it was just what his dad had told him to call the elephant.

"So there fishing trips..." the boy began, and the old wolf held up a hand.

"I'll stop you there, but I do have a feeling there's a reason he never invites me or you... though, your mom did use to go..." The old wolf began.

"Oh. My. God. T.M.I. gramps," the boy said as the image of his folks having a threesome with Uncle Roland passed through his head.

The old wolf chuckled, "Considering you just got a big throbber' just from me grinding on you, I don't think you have room to judge." The wolf took a sip of his drink again. "So, are you Bi like us or are you not sure?"

The skunk blushed as he heard the wolf's first sentence, and he felt a bit better. This was all going so much better than he thought it would. "I'm mostly gay, I think. I mean, boobs are kinda hot, but I like taking di..." the boy trailed off and his blush grew redder as he realized he was about to say 'taking dick better', but instead he just coughed and said, "but, I like guys a lot better. I've even had a few boyfriends, mostly online stuff, but I dated a boy at my school for a while, but that didn't work out."

"So... have you been careful?" The wolf asked, an unsaid question hanging in the air.

The skunk squirmed in his seat, and he wanted so bad to run again. "Yeah... I never met the online guys in real life, and I was always safe with Robert."

The wolf nodded, "Good, good." The wolf paused, and cleared his throat. "So what have you done so far?"

Gallivant's ears twitched, and he took a deep breath. "I've blown a few guys, but Robert was the only boy I let insi..." the skunk stopped himself, and changed what he was going to say, "do more with me."

"So I'm guessing you're more a catcher than a pitcher, huh?" The wolf asked nonchalantly.

"Yes," the skunk replied before what the wolf had asked really hit him. "Wait... what?" The boy said before looking at the wolf who was grinning. That question... was just... this was all so weird. And then something inside him snapped, the tension released like a string breaking when too much pressure was applied, and he began to laugh. A deep belly laugh, "Oh. My. God. This is not how I expected today to go. I did not ever think my grandpa would ask if I was a bottom or top."

The old wolf grinned, "What? It's a legit question. I need to know whose grandson I should be trying to set you up with. Martha's grandkid a huge bottom, the rabbit has probably had the dick of every eligible bachelor in the county in his ass by now... I'll be it, that's only like 4 people, but still. Gary's boy is a switch, and he's only a few years older than you." The old man said with a grin.

"Oh. My. God. How do you know this, Gramps?" The skunk asked, wiping away the tears he'd gotten from laughing.

"Hey, I may be old, but that doesn't mean I don't get around. I never cheated on your grandmother, but after she died, this old wolf had some needs to take care of. So I learned to always be on the hunt." He said wiggling his eyebrows which made the boy chuckle again.

"Wow, my grandpa knows more about the gay scene in my whole town than I do... Hell, I didn't even know there was one," he said.

"There's a few of us, yeah. But a lot have moved away to the city in the past couple of years, more so since the plant closed. What did you say? Oh. My. God? It was a total sausage factory there, that locker room was just covered in semen," the wolf explained.

"Holy shit," the skunk said, "I... I never thought that this is how this would go... I ran this conversation through my mind so many times... I mean... like wow," the skunk set his drink down on the end table next to the couch.

The wolf reached out, and hugged the younger critter tightly against him. That boy's face was right in the wolf's chest again, and he was again feeling those muscles against his face and the wolf's scent was once again filling his nose. "Galie... Don'tcha know we're always gonna love you? You're never going to be a disappointment to us just being who you are. You're my grandson, and nothing will ever change that, pup."

Tears welled up in the skunk's eyes again, happy ones this time, and he just squeezed the older wolf tightly as he could. "Thanks Gramps. You have no idea how much that means to me."

The boy snuffled, and the wolf chuckled. "Though, you are a horny one. You seem to pop a boner every time you hug me."

The boy blushed, and he squirmed his dick flexing inside of his too-tight grey shorts. "I... I'm sorry..."

The wolf nuzzled between the boy's round black ears, "No worries boy, I remember what being a teenager was like. There's a reason a I knocked up your grandma so young."

"Gramps..." the boy said rolling his eyes.

"What?" The old wolf said with a smirk, "It's just guy talk. So when was the last time you got off, anyway?"

"Err... About 3 days, I was out of town for my last track thing, and I wasn't able to get any privacy, and I sorta crashed when I got home," the skunk said.

"Yeesh, no wonder you got a hair trigger," the boy felt something warm and hot poke into his side, and he realized his gramps must be hard too.

"Well... it looks like I'm not the only one," Gallivant said.

"Sorry pup, your scent is kind of filling the room and it's hard to ignore..." The wolf replied.

"Yeah... I mean, part of my problem is how good you smell. Like... none of the guys I've played with have smelled as good as you," Gallivant said as his cock twitched in his shorts.

"Really? I guess that's one of those things that comes with age, I just start to smell good like a fine wine," the wolf chuckled. "This is nothing though, that's just me with a semi, you wouldn't be able to keep it in your pants if I was fully hard."

It was said as a joke, but then there was a pause between the two of them. Gallivant pulled back a bit, not breaking the hug, but giving him enough room to look down and see what had been poking him. His paw rested on the old wolf's blue jeans, and he began to slowly rub his thigh, just under the tip of that throbbing shaft.

"Y-yeah, I bet... I mean, it must smell really nice... More so with your pants off, just some thick wolf musk, I always kind of got off on pred musk... Maybe it's because I'm part predator myself or because those skunk genes have decided to tame that ancient fear response with arousal instead."

"Would you like to know?" The wolf asked. It was clear as soon as Arthur said it, he regretted it. But before could retract it or laugh it off as a joke, Gallivant responded.

"I mean... if you wouldn't mind, I've seen a dick before, but that smell is... really nice," the boy said his eyes locked on that bulge in the older wolf's pants now. He was shocked at how big he was getting.

"Well... if that'd make you happy," the wolf said with a huff, before he reached down and undid that big belt buckle. The tension in his pants was intense as he undid his zipper and his tight black briefs came into view.

The scent was tickling the skunk's nose now, and his heart was racing. Did... did he really just ask to see his Grandfather's dick? He bit his lower lip, and time seemed to stop for a moment as the wolf reached down and pulled his junk through his black briefs, his heavy balls resting against his blue jeans as his fat cock sprung up, a thick bead of pre-starting to form on it. The pre ran down the length and pooled in his sheath. It was HUGE, and it made the boy's jaw drop. The thing was just massive. It was as thick as a beer can and his balls were as big as a set of oranges smooshed into his sac.

"Holy fuck," the skunk said.

The wolf laughed, "Yeah, it does that to people."

On autopilot, without a thought in his head, Gallivant just reached forward and took that dick into his paw. The wolf tensed for a moment, but he moaned as that soft paw began to slowly move up and down, making his dick turtleneck over the pale pink head of his shaft. "Galie..." the wolf moaned, "What are you..."

"It's just... it's just so big, like, I've never seen one so huge... well, besides in porn. This... this would feel incredible inside of me," the skunk said, still in shock at the sheer size of it.

"I guess I was right about you being a bottom, than, huh?" The wolf asked teasingly. "But Galie... we should probably stop."

"Y-yeah, we probably should," the boy said as he kept stroking, "But fuck... you were right about the smell, I feel like I'm going to explode in my pants... it's heavenly."

The wolf had a lustful growl escape his lips, "That would be a shame, then I wouldn't get to see it..."

The skunk huffed, and he shuddered. "Gramps... can we not stop? Can... can we keep going?" The boy asked as he looked up at the wolf, an almost pleading desire flickering behind his eyes.

"Are you sure? I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to, I mean, you are pretty cute... If you weren't my grandson, I probably would have chased after your tail in my younger years," he said.

"Please, gramps?" Gallivant said looking pleadingly up at the wolf.

"Alright, but if it weirds you out tell me to stop right away, okay? Do not hesitate, I won't be mad... this should be fun, not weird or scary. Well... it'll be a little weird, but you know what I mean."

"Yes Grampa Arthur," the skunk boy said in a playful tone, like a kid being a brat.

The wolf growled lustfully, "Careful boy, I might need to bend you over my knee if you tease me too much." He have the boy a squeeze and broke the hug. "Alright, get up and show gramps what you got..."

The skunk was a little mad at himself for how much the idea of the older wolf spanking him turned him on. The skunk got up, his dick painfully hard in his running shorts, the front just drenched with pre. He was a very leaky boy. The wolf got up, kicked off his shoes and socks, before he stood up and took off everything below his waist. He kept on the white tanktop though. The sides wide and deep, they showed off his muscular chest and if he moved right someone could see his pecs in full view. He flopped back down on the couch, his cock pulsing against his legs, it was mostly there, but still not all the way hard yet.

He watched with hungry eyes as that boy stood in front of him, and Galie kicked off his shoes and socks. He huffed as he hooked his waistband with his thumbs, and pulled down. His shorts dropped to the floor and his stout cock jutted into view above his ginger bush. His balls were nowhere near the size of his gramp's, maybe the size of some small eggs.

"Looks like you at least got something from my side," the wolf said with a grin after seeing that bright orange bush. "Though, you got your cock from your Grampa Jeffords'. No sheath like mine."

The skunk made a mental note that somehow the horny old wolf knew what his other grandfather's dick looked like. He moved in closer, and the wolf reached out to run his paws along the skunk's sides. "Mmm, you said you liked how I smelled, right? Why don't we start by letting you get a sniff right from the tap."

The boy blushed as he realized what that would mean, and he nodded. "As good a place as any, I bet..." He got down on his knees, and he slid his hands along the wolf's lower legs. The wolf opened his grey thighs, showing off the stark white plush that rested above his heavy grey balls. Gallivant leaned forward and his nose twitched as he inhaled that rich earthy, musky, scent.

"It's not gonna bite, get in there..." the wolf said as he placed a hand on the back of the boy's head and pushed his nose right into his balls. The boy's eyes went wide as he felt his cold nose touch those warm orbs, and he shuddered as he was face to face with the source of that manly musk. Galie inhaled deeply, and he reached between his legs to stroke himself, but the wolf urged the boy's paw with his foot.

"Nope, I said I want to see you shoot... no touching yourself yet," the wolf said with a lustful grow.

The skunk boy grumbled, but he didn't reach between his legs again. He just inhaled that smell for as long as he could, breathing in that rich scent as he watched his grandfather's cock bobbing in front of his nose. He watched with wide eyes as it grew to its full mast. The skunk's rump tingled looking at it, he wanted it inside him so bad... but he knew there was no way right now. He needed a taste. Just a little lick. He leaned up and he ran his tongue across that length, and he shuddered. It was everything he could ever want. It tasted so amazing. Better than any dick he'd had in his muzzle before, and he'd sucked off a 3rd of the football team.

Though, that was only like 3 guys.

And two of them were brothers.

And one had been Robert.

The wolf growled as he felt that warm tongue slide across his sensitive flesh. His cock twitched, stiffening to it's full mast. It arched upward towards his belly, a real prostate pounder. A bead of pre escaped the tip, and the skunk lovingly lapped it up. Gramps slipped a leg between the boy's thighs, and he felt that hard dick brush against the wolf's leg. He felt the boy give it a testing hump, and it just made his lust grow.

"You are such a needy boy... why don't you come up here and let grampa help you out, pup," the wolf said, with a lustful growl.

"Yes Sir," the boy said as he stood up, and he straddled one of his grandfather's thick legs, his needy stoat cock rubbing against that soft leg fur.

"Sir, huh?" The wolf asked teasingly, "I don't see a collar on you yet, think you're ready to call me, Sir?"

The boy stammered and he couldn't help but hump the older wolf's leg... "Well... I mean... I just... Not yet, I guess."

The wolf filed that comment away for later, and he reached out and took Galie's dick in his hand, it engulfed most of it, but the tip managed to stick out. He have it a few soft pumps, it was cut, but that was okay. That seemed to work for someone his size.

"Damn... it's so hard kid, it's really only been three days?" He said as he slowly stroked the boys dick with his paw.

"Y-yes Sir," the boy let slip again.

"Mmm, I wonder what you'd be like if you went a whole week without... And with a whole week of teasing too, maybe a nice fat wolf dick in your ass every day," the wolf mused.

"I...I..." the boy said as he squirmed inside that paw's grasp, too overridden with pleasure to really do anything else. "I bet anything could get me to cum then."

"Anything, huh?" The wolf asked as he leaned forward and nuzzled one of the skunk's pecks, his teeth teasingly brushed the skunk's nipple, which he knew prey species always seemed to get off on. The way the boy shuddered told him it had the same effect on him as he expected. "Mmm, I wonder how quick you'd pop if I just kept your muzzle trapped against my balls as you humped my leg after a week."

The boy whimpered, and he squirmed. The wolf's paw was so mean. It seemed to know just how to keep him on the edge, and always knew how to slow down when he got close. "Oh god, I'd bet I'd explode in less than a minute."

"Oh? A betting pup? I'll have to remember that..." The wolf said with a toothy grin.

If the skunk had been paying closer attention he might have gulped, but all he could think about was the paw on his dick. He huffed, and then the wolf let go. He whimpered, and then he realized he was being shifted into a new position. The wolf moved so he could lean his back against the arm of the couch, and the boy could slide between his legs. That needy soon-to-be college boy's dick pulsed, and the old wolf reached into the end table. He pulled out a small bottle of lube, and smeared it over his fingers, before squirting some more on his paw. He knew how to handle circumcised guys after all.

Arthur grabbed the boy's dick and used it to bring him in close. He slid a paw around behind the skunk, that long tail raised nice and high as two fingers slide between those midnight cheeks, and rubbed against the soft pink pucker that lay between. "Go on boy, take my dick into your paws." Gallivant nodded and he reached down and grabbed the stud wolf's dick. He started to slowly stroke it with both his paws, and somehow they seemed to barely be able to hold it. He felt a finger slip into his rump, and his dick flexed in the wolf's hand.

"Though, if you're going to take gramps balls deep, we're gonna need to loosen you up first. You're one tight piece of ass... We'd need to take it nice and slow, get you some toys, stretch yourself every day, build up those muscles, and then eventually I'll be able to just bend you over and breed you nice, and proper. You'd like that, wouldn't you, boy?" The wolf asked.

"Oh god... Grampa Arthur, I want that so bad... This thing... it'd feel so good inside me. I bet you'd just paint my insides," the boy moaned, his slutty rump pushing back against the probing finger. A second finger joined the first, and the skunk yelped like a wolf, but that soon turned into a moan as they worked in and out of him.

"Mmmhmm, I'd do that and more... I may be old, but I'm still quite a horny wolf. I could give you a run for your money, boy... Though, I'd need to make sure you stayed nice and pent up like this, you're pretty fun like this." He growled, and his paw starting to move a little quicker. "Would you like that pup? Would you like to feel horny like this all the time? So ready to take some dad or grandad dick in you at any time? So horny you're leaking through your shorts and you can't stop thinking about what's in a guy's pants? Ready to just be a good little dad slut?"

The skunk began to shake, and he said. "Yes... YES... YES!" at the top of his lungs. The wolf grinned and he watched as the boy's coinpurse sac began to pull up, and he felt that dick flex in his paw. The boy's face scrunched up, and Gallivant felt pleasure surge through him and his cock sprayed out white spunk across that wolf's white chest and belly.

The wolf grinned and he kept stroking, the boy's orgasming finishing, and he kept going. The boy thrashed and squirmed as that overwhelming pleasure of having his sensitive flesh over abused rushed through him. "Grampa... Arthur... it... please..." He whined, he gripped into the couch, his fingers digging into the back as he tried not to scream in pleasure. His face twisted as that paw stroked him until he started to go soft in the hand. The boy was panting by the end, and the wolf's own dick painfully hard.

"Okay boy, should I paint your muzzle or rump?" The wolf asked with a grunt. He scooped up some of the boy's cum from his chest with a claw, and gave it a taste. It was sweet and light, just like he thought it would be.

"M...muzzle," Gallivant said.

"Good choice," the wolf said before he stood up, his hard dick throbbing above his massive balls. He took the boy's muzzle into his hand, and he said, "Open up."

The boy blushed and did so, he looked up at the wolf with pleading eyes and an open muzzle as the old wolf began to stroke his dick. The wolf winked at the pup below him, and with a few quick jerks the wolf shot the first few gushes of spunk into and across the skunk's muzzle. Adding some new white spots to his black stripes. He shoved his dick into that muzzle, Gallivant only able to suck on the tip, not ready for a girth like that, as he milked the last of his seed from his grandfather's dick.

The wolf smiled and rubbed between the skunk's stubby ears, "Mmm that's a good boy."